look into their eyes and tell me you don't want to tickle their chins

anonymous asked:

Hello! If you don't mind may I request a BadBoy AU! Of Jungkook in highschool (fluff) where he likes you (the goodie goodie) and softens up for them?

Ruin Me - Jungkook BadBoy AU! 

Word Count: 1k

Y/N slouched in her seat in the front seat of her Mom’s convertible. Why did I let my mom drive me to school in this again? I’m basically begging for attention, she thought. Her mom turned off the car and turned to her with an eyebrow raised. “This is the part where you say thanks for the ride, get out of the car and pretend you don’t know me because you’re a teen who’s to cool to be driven to school by her mom.” She says, unlocking the car for emphasis. Extra. I groan and recline my chain back. “No, this is the part where you realize that I’m having an allergic reaction and make a U-turn home.”

“Allergic reaction?!” She laughs, “To what exactly?”

“School.” She rolls her eyes and I quickly defend myself, “Seriously Mom, do you know what it’s like to be the new girl in the middle of the year. Think about it people have already established their friend groups so it’s appropriate for me to make an educated guess that I will have approximately no friends. I’ll be an outcast the moment I walk through those doors.” When I point to the large brown doors students are flooding into, some passerby give me a once-over which makes me cringe and recline my chair farther until I hit the back seat.

“Y/N, you will be fine. I am making an educated guess based how wonderful you are that you will have many new friends today.”

I open the car door and as I get out, I mutter, “Ha.ha.”

“Bye! Love you!” She calls and I wave awkwardly and hide beneath my hair when I hear the snickers of a couple of boys who probably just heard our whole conversation. As soon as I’m inside, I feel like I’m at war. My backpack holds my supplies, my phone is my shield and I am utterly defenseless against the army of students that flood the hallways. I make a BEELine to the door beneath the “Office” sign. The main office is small with about three secretaries that stare you down as soon as you walk in. I approach the nearest one who happens to be the most intimidating. “Hi. I’m Y/N. I’m new. Today is my first day.”

The secretary looks up at me through her long lashes and thick glasses with tight mouth. “Have a seat. I’ll call you up when I print your timetable.” She says, having me write down my first and last time. I turn around and look at the three waiting seats she directed em towards, one of them is taken. At the far right, a boy is staring at me. He’s quite muscular which I can’t tell from seeing his thick arms in his black t-shirt. I look into his eyes and see that he is staring at me. He smiles. Not a sweet smile but one that makes every part of my body tingle. I look away and sit at the seat on the far left, giving us one buffer seat between us. I fiddle with my phone, still feeling his eyes on me. I take a peek over, trying to inconspicuous and see that he is still staring at me. 

His head is tilted, his chin is in his hands and he massages it with the tips of his fingers as if he’s studying me. His dark jeans have a chain hanging around as a belt that intrigues me. From what I can see in his layer of black clothing, he has a nice body. Understatement. He’s hot as fuck. I meet his eyes again and I flush knowing he’s seen me looking at him. He quirks his eyebrow at me and I whip my head away feeling something churn in my stomach as the heat rushes to my face. It feel like there is a bird or butterfly in my stomach, tickling my sides making me want to gush.

A second later, I feel him next to me as he has moved over a seat. “Hello.” When I turn to the right this time, his head is tilted down and he is pretty close to me. I immediately pull back and he laughs again. His laugh is deep, throaty and quite sexy. “Hi.” I say, straightening out the plaid skirt I wish I hadn’t worn today. I probably look like a Valley Girl right now. “You’re new, huh?” He says in his husky deep voice. I don’t turn towards him fully; even sitting down he’s taller than me and it’s intimidating. I clamp my hands on the round of my knee awkwardly and nod. “I’m Jungkook.” I look over at him at that and with his face so close to my own, I get lost in his eyes. I don’t realize that I’m staring until he says, “This is the part where you tell me your name.” Crap. “I-I’m Y/N,” I say finally.

“Nice name. Pretty girl.” He remarks, giving me a once over that has the butterfly in my stomach turning into a phoenix.

“Jungkook Jeon. Principal Kang will see you now.” The secretary from earlier says loudly, commanding our attention and bringing me back to the real world. Jungkook doesn’t look away from me though. “How about if I see you later, I’ll give you a tour.” He smirks at me as he gets up, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me even though we’ve just met. Jungkook walks towards the Principal’s office at the side of the room. I watch him walk away, admiring his slick stride and he turns around and says, “See you around Y/N,” over his shoulder.

I’m still staring in his direction even after the principal’s office is closed and he’s gone. The secretary’s voice brings me back again when she says, “I wouldn’t if I were you.”


“That kid is trouble. He’s in there right now for gang fighting.” She remarks shaking her head. “He’d ruin a girl like you.” I look down at my hands and fiddle with my phone again, replaying her words over and over again. But then I feel the butterfly in my stomach come back when I look over at the seat where Jungkook sat just moments ago. Maybe he would ruin me. Maybe he wouldn’t. All I can think about is finding him later for that tour.


Hello! I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you were looking for. I’ll try and do a second part where he like introduces her to his friends and kid of changes for her. If you did like this let me know cuz coolios!!!! Thank you for reading and the support :)


This was going to be a comic, but then I went overboard with the art because I was having too much fun, so you get a one shot instead. 

Older Married Domestic Klance Fluff                          Rated: G

A Hairy Situation

“Keith! It’s happening!” Lance groaned.

“What’s happaping?” Keith mumbled with his toothbrush in his mouth.

“My youth is leaving and taking my hair with it,” Lance replied dramatically as he parted the hair along his growing forehead.

Keith spit unceremoniously and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oh, your hair? That’s been happening for a while now. You should see the back.”

“What?!?!” Lance patted the back of his head and frowned. It was indeed getting thinner.

“You’re just noticing now?” Keith asked incredulously, failing to see what the big deal was. Getting older was a fact of life for those lucky enough to do so. Plus, family history wasn’t doing Lance any favours. A fact that Keith liked to remember every time Lance commented on his “mullet” when they were younger.

“Maybe I have been in denial, Keith. Maybe I only faced the cold facts of reality because I was looking for grays after I noticed yours.”

“What?!?!” Keith ran his fingers through his still thick, still mostly black locks and peered deeply into the mirror. Maybe he wasn’t ready to reach his silver back years, just yet.

Keith noticed a few strands of silver, mostly at his temples, but they were hardly noticeable. Lance was being petty.

“You’re just jealous,” Keith teased as he turned to Lance.

Lance pouted.

Keith sighed and ran his hands down Lance’s arm, squeezing his muscles as he made his way to his hands in a gesture of comfort.

“You grow a pretty great beard though,” Keith complimented. “I can’t believe that only took you a week. I’ve been growing mine forever.”

“I only grew it, hoping you’d tell me to shave it, so I could tell you to shave yours,” Lance retorted.  

Keith rolled his eyes and huffed, causing his bangs to fluff and settle.

“Well, I think you look handsome, beard or no beard, hair or no hair. I love you and always will. Even when we are old and you are as bald as Pipo,” Keith smiled endearingly.

Though Lance wasn’t sure what he thought about being as bald as Pipo was, he smiled, his ‘you think so’ smile and pulled Keith into his arms. He kissed him softly on the lips.

“It’s kinda like kissing a bear, but better than prickles,” Keith commented.

“A bear, eh?” Lance chuckled and moved around him so he could scoop Keith into a bear hug and rub his chin into the crook of Keith’s neck. He ran his fingers over Keith’s ribs for good measure.

Keith yelped and fake struggled, both of them knowing he could escape if he really wanted too. The tickling turned into play fighting and for a few moments, two grown men, wrestled like puppies, on the bathroom floor.

Their rough-housing was interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door and the small voice of a small girl.

“Daddys, what are you doing in there. I have to pee.”

anonymous asked:

Krypto as a handreared newborn pup headcanons? Fitting in Lena and Kara's hands, his tiny eyes and ears shut until 3 wks and he opens wide baby blues like Kara's, his fur getting thicker and softer as days go by, learning to walk and fly and roll, eventually growing bigger and super strong. Like, I'd bet my life Lena would have a scrapbook or three's worth of pics from a new born that could fit in her hand to a massive doggo almost as big as her couch!

He’s small.

That’s the first thing that runs through her mind when she sees the small- oh, he’s so small- bundle in Alex’s arms.

He’s so tiny. Kara makes sure to keep her hands open wide, steps slow as she follows Alex to the medical room. She gives her sister a wide berth as she walks around the room.

“We’re just gonna run a few tests. Okay?” Kara stares down at the small, small dog on the too big table. “Kara,” hands settle on her shoulders, and oh, Alex’s eyes are soft and concerned, “okay?”

“Yep. Good, great I mean. Thank you.”

Alex studies her for a second before her hands fall away with a last squeeze. “Is he from Krypton?”

“Yes,” Kara answers immediately. The heat of the pod still burning away at her fingertips, her family’s crest etched into its side. She clears her throat, “He is.”

“It doesn’t look like he has any powers right now.”

Kara sighs, chin skimming over her chest when she bows her head. That’s what she was, is afraid of. She could tell immediately from the way he had stumbled around, the earth not caving under fumbling paws.

(Her chest ached.

Her fingers itched with the need to hold him, to have this last part of Krypton in her palms, but she couldn’t. Things tear and snap and break in her hands.

She couldn’t bear to see that happen again to another piece of Krypton.)

“What’s wrong?” Alex scratches under his chin, bright blue eyes blinking slowly up at them. “Do you recognize him?”

“No, no.” Kara tilts her head and squints her eyes, trying to push past the fuzzy memories. “Well, I don’t- I know Jor-El was trying-” Kara shakes her head. “He wanted to send something that could help me protect Kal-El, but he’s, he’s a puppy.”

“Sometimes things don’t go according to plan though.”

(Kara thinks of hurried footsteps and hands urging her out of her bed. Hushed whispers of you must leave. Of silence and darkness and nothingness for twenty four years.

She thinks of herself, looks at the puppy- too young, too late- and agrees.)

Alex smiles. “We always wanted a dog.” A sob burns at her lungs, wiggles through her chest and up her throat, because she’s scared and worried but Alex said we and she’s here. Their shoulders brush as Alex shifts closer. “Come here.”

“He’s so small Alex.”

“I know, I know. Hands on mine, remember?” Kara forces out a strained breath, easing her hand over Alex’s as she pets him, adjusts the pressure she applies until Alex nods and moves away.

Kara runs a finger over his head, nails scratching lightly behind a flopped ear. “He’s so cute,” she breathes.

He looks so out of place amidst the cold and sharp lines of the DEO. She knows what it’s like to be poked and prodded when it doesn’t feel like the right place, the right time.

She gently scoops him up. “Gosh, he’s light too.” His nose is featherlight against the crook of her elbow, snuffing against her arm. “That tickles little guy,” she coos, smoothing a thumb down his head.

There’s a knock against the glass, J'onn stepping in with a curious look. “Report.”

“Well, he’s definitely from Krypton. No powers as of yet.”

J'onn crosses his arms, but oh, there’s a softness to his movements before he relents and lays a careful hand on his head. “Do we have any idea how long it could be until they show up?”

“None.” Alex shrugs. “Right now he’s just a regular puppy.”

“And his name?”

They both turn to her. It’s on the tip of her tongue, a murmur in the halls between her father and Jor-El. Eyes bluer than her mother’s hologram, bluer than the ice in the Fortress of Solitude stare at her.


For You / Ieyasu x MC

Week 2


Whenever she asked him questions about himself, he always felt something cold move across him, as if he were iced from the inside, his organs and nerves being protected by a sheath of frost. In that moment, though, when the words slipped past her lips, he thought he might break, that if he said anything the ice would shatter and he would splinter and crack. So he waited until his voice sounded normal before he let the words fly:

“No,” he sneered, “I don’t need you anymore tonight. Or any other night. Know your place, kitchen wench.”

She took a long time to respond. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, milord,” she said, quietly, and though he didn’t look at her, staring hard at his book, he had felt her eyes on him the whole way, bearing down and heavy, until the moment she passed through his door and melted into the night.

The problem was that she was greedy for information: she wanted to know how he had been raised, and if he had any siblings, and who his friends were, true friends, and whether he preferred one flavour over another. And sometimes the air grew so hot not only with the questions she was asking, but the manner in which they were asked — honest, guileless and a little too foolish for a cook from Kyoto — that he felt strangled by their weight and frequency and inevitability.

She wanted to know so much; she wanted so many answers. And he understood it, he did— he wanted answers, too. He wanted to know everything about her as well, but while she had made her intention as clear as an arrow’s twang, he couldn’t bring himself to reciprocate, in part because of who he was, who he was meant to be, but also because he wasn’t sure whether it was worth the endeavour. If she was worth the effort.

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Vital signs [1/1]

Heyo. This is for @katie-dub‘s hub prompt: CS+ cold+bed-sharing (but I’m pretty sure I added an extra trope in there. Huh. How ‘bout that.) Also, Katie wrote an awesome-sauce story which you can find here and @mahstatins wrote pain which you can find here. I highly recommend you read those and yell at them. Since I was there when this was going down, I thought it only proper that I add my contribution. So…here ye are. 

Words: 1k. 

Summary: An itty bit after Emma is saved from the ice cave. Post-4x02. 

Killian’s hand caresses her cheek, the lingering cold sending a stab of fear to his heart. They had managed to save her from that blasted ice cave, but he fears the damage has been done, Emma showing little signs of improvement. Storybrooke passes by in a blur as David speeds down the streets, and he catches the Prince’s concerned gaze in the small mirror, the look of panic in the lines around his eyes, which he tries to offset by the determined set to his chin. 

Elsa sits quietly at the front, hands wringing nervously in her lap, head bowed in guilt. Whatever victory she had felt at getting both Emma and her out of the ice cave has ebbed. He catches her  casting nervous glances back to Emma, her icy blue eyes filled with remorse. He wishes he has something that could reassure the newcomer; in truth, he’s afraid of what will happen should Emma-


No, he’s not going to think about that now.

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Confessions (Boyf riends)

Author’s Note: Aah a surprise fic~ This was a collab I did with Willow! They wrote Jeremy’s parts and I wrote Michael’s! On that note, like I said in an earlier post, I did listen to Be More Chill and I loved it so much. I’m sorry if any of these are out of character? I have a feeling they may be agh. But honestly we had so much fun writing this, I don’t really mind. Anyways, sorry for being so absent lately, and I hope this can make up for it!

Description: Michael’s relaxing. Jeremy has something he wants to tell him. Does it go well? Surprisingly, yes.

Word Count: 2,470

Michael was sprawled out on his beanbag, half asleep. He’d lazily draped his jacket across himself, too tired to get up and get a blanket, and his glasses were crooked and half-off. He’d stayed up the whole previous night binge watching a show that Jeremy had recommended to him, and now he was suffering the consequences of that. He was exhausted. But hey, at least now he has another thing to talk to Jeremy about. He was always happy to talk to Jeremy, no matter what it was about. Especially after that Squip incident, where he’d been ignored because of the “optic nerve blocking”. He knew that wouldn’t happen again, thankfully, but he’d still been pretty hurt by it when it actually happened.

He let out a small sigh, listening to the sounds of the outdoors. Birds were chirping happily and the wind rustled the leaves on trees. He could vaguely hear a dog barking in the distance. It was calming.

Speaking of Jeremy, it wasn’t long before the teen was knocking on Michael’s door. “Michael? Are you up?”

“Mm, sorta,” Michael answered. “Come on in.”

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Honeymooners Pt 6

Haha, I lied, ideas were had.

A number of heads swiveled as you and Loki passed, hand in hand. You kept one arm over your chest, trying to maintain some modicum of decency but it really didn’t matter. You couldn’t tell, with your back to him, but Loki had his gaze fixated on you the entire time, watching the sway of your hips and just protectively scanning for any who might ogle too long.

“I don’t think I ever want to see another naked person after this.” You muttered softly, passing by a couple making out.

Loki chuckled, “Not the voyeur then, are you?”

You raised your eyebrow and glanced behind you, “Are you?”

Loki shook his head, “Not particularly, though still, your modesty amuses me.”

At long last, your feet hit the water’s edge and you smiled, pleased that it was warm. Immediately you heard someone calling your name, followed shortly by Loki’s, “Hey! Hey you guys!”

You scanned the water and finally spotted Clara and Toran a short distance away. “C’mon.” You muttered at Loki, tugging him closer.

The couple were standing a short distance in the water, about waist high depth, each waving at you and Loki.

“Hey Clara! Toran!” You called beaming at them, finally reaching them both in the water.

Clara giggled, as Toran wrapped his arms around her protectively. Loki’s eyes narrowed as Toran’s gaze lingered a moment too long on your bare breasts. Stepping forward, Loki pressed his chest to your back, arm wrapping around you as his forearm covered one breast, his large hand cupping the other and blocking you from view. You grit your teeth, trying not to gasp in shock but saw that Toran stood in a similar pose to Clara and figured Loki was merely mimicking him.

Loki rested his chin on your shoulder, staring imperiously down at Toran, eyes darkened as he tried to hide his scowl. Toran quickly looked away from you, turning his attention back to his wife.

As you and Clara talked, you could sense Loki growing bored with the conversation, his hands starting to fidget, apparently night even realizing where they rested. His right arm was wrapped around your chest, fingers idly moving along as he spaced out from the conversation, managing a supportive nod or grunt from time to time but mostly he seemed lost in thought. Unfortunately, this included his fingers sliding along the swell of your breast and you could feel your nipple growing hard at his touch. At one particular movement, he managed to find a sensitive spot and you had to grit your teeth, faking a cough to suppress the moan that threatened to draw from deep within you.

“This water is just lovely, isn’t it?” Clara asked, hands moving down to splash around.

Toran watched her hands move to the water, his gaze fixated on you. However, when Clara moved her hands back up to cup his arms, Toran’s gaze remained.

Loki’s eyes flashed, noting the clarity of the water and moved to rest protectively on your stomach, slowly easing down to block your womanhood. You gasped gently at his touch and Clara looked back at you concerned.

“I thought I saw a dolphin.” You managed to choke out.

Loki’s chin still rested on your shoulder, his long hair tickling you each time he drew breath.

“Really? I didn’t think there were dolphins this close to land?” Clara asked, scanning the surrounding waters.

“Must’ve been a trick of the waves, my bad.” You forced a smile, not entirely sure what Loki was playing at. Finally you saw Toran look away from you, his lascivious and wandering eye once more returning to his own wife.

“No look, I think I see a stingray over there!” Clara pointed at the water excitedly.

“You two wait here, we’re going to check it out.” You snaked out of Loki’s protective grip, realizing that if you didn’t move away soon, you wouldn’t be able to hide your growing arousal. Loki blinked, frowning as he felt you move away from him.

“Very well, love, do be careful.” He took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it.

You and Clara waded deeper into the water, the waves lapping at you as you moved.

Toran sighed, folding his arms as he watched you and Clara wade through the water. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself the same.” Loki murmured, watching you.

“You know, Clara always said she was open to this, but never found a couple that I thought it would work on.” Loki jerked his head to the side, eyes darkened in annoyance as Toran continued, “I know it’s our honeymoon but like, you know what swinging is, right?”

“I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the term.” Loki replied, his voice dangerously low.

Toran raised his eyebrow, missing the warning in Loki’s tone. “Really? Good looking guy like you, I’m surprised. Well, it’s when two married couples, you know… exchange spouses for the night. Your wife is smoking and Clara obviously finds you attractive.”

“Don’t insult me.” Loki snarled, “I would never do that to the woman I love, certainly not with the likes of you, as if that pathetic needle you call a cock could satisfy her, let alone your own wife.”

Toran’s mouth fell open, an angry flush rising on his cheeks, “What the hell man?”

Loki sneered, “Speak of this again and I’ll gut you like a pig.”

Toran sputtered for a response when you and Clara returned.

“Clara says the owner is really nice, and they ran into him at one of the shops.” You started to say but were interrupted as Loki’s hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for a deep and passionate kiss. You moaned softly as his lips moved along yours, mouth falling open as his tongue snaked inside. Loki dominated the kiss possessively as Clara looked on in awe, glancing back at Toran. Toran’s arms were crossed, fuming as he watched your eyes flutter shut as you sank into the kiss, reaching up to grip Loki’s shoulders.

“C’mon love, let’s put that enclosure to use.” Loki growled, picking you up and carrying you bridal style. “I’m not waiting to get back to the room to have you.”

You merely gasped, skin flushed as you wrapped your arms around Loki trying to steady yourself while he carried you off. “I’ll, err, see you around Clara!”

Clara laughed, waving as the two of you left, “We’ll be at the shops later today, if you’re up for it!”

“Sure thing!”

Loki stalked back in silence, still carrying you. You could tell he was angry, and figured it was not best to provoke him while you were in such a vulnerable state. In no time at all, the two of you were back on the enclosure and Loki had set you down gently, reaching for a towel to help pat you dry.

“Loki…” You started slowly, “what was that about?”

Loki focused on the task at hand, furiously intent on making sure you dried off. If he hadn’t been so angry looking, you might’ve felt embarrassed that you were still naked. As it was, he reminded you of a cat with its ears back flat on its head, ready to claw at the first person who provoked it.

“Loki, hey, look at me.” You gripped his cheeks and forced him to look at your face. Loki was kneeling down so you knew he had a good look of your breasts, and again, in normal circumstances you would have been embarrassed. But right now, this was your partner and he was clearly upset about something. “Talk to me, what happened?”

Loki finally sighed and straightened up, reaching for your bikini and handing it to you before pulling on his own trunks. “That wretched excuse for a man wanted me to trade you for his pathetic quim.”

You blinked in surprise. “Oh, I uh.”

“Offered to be ‘swingers’,” he sneered, shaking his head in disgust.

“Well, for swingers, it’s not permanent, just like a one night thing.”

Loki was adjusting his bottoms and looked at you in surprise, “You’re entertaining the thought?”

You quickly shook your head, “No of course not, I just didn’t know if you might because Clara is very pretty and I mean, we’re on a mission but like, if you found information from her somehow.”

“I would never do that to my wife on my honeymoon.” Loki growled, looking aghast. Slowly he sighed and looked away, “Even as it is, it seems wrong for the nature of the mission, you deserve better than being forced to spend time with that wretch.”

You smiled and touched his cheek gently, “Aren’t you the gentleman.”

Loki cupped your hand with his, tilting his head and sighed, “You are my partner, after all, I will keep you safe from any harm.”

You wrapped your arms around Loki and pulled him in for a gentle hug, “Thanks Loki, I appreciate it.”

You quickly finished dressing and replaced your wrap around your torso. Glancing at the sky, you noted that the sun was no longer directly overhead but slightly further past: probably around one.

“What do you say we soak up the sun some, say we had our afternoon roll in the hay and take a nap, you know, to kill some time.”

Loki nodded slowly, sinking down onto the pile of cushions. “Very well, apologies for my reaction.”

You chuckled and shook your head, “You’re protective, I appreciate it.”

“Foolishly protective, trying to understand the finer parts of Midgard’s customs.” Loki shook his head, “And I thought I had most of them.”

“We always find new ways to trip you up, don’t we?”

“I fear you’re making them up as you go just to keep me perpetually confused.” Loki sighed.

You shook your head, “Not that one, it’s pretty old. We’ll take a quick nap, get some sun, then see if we can’t meet that elusive owner finally, it’d be neat to check out the shops, see if there’s any cute outfits to get.”

“If it pleases my wife.” Loki smirked.

“It pleases her, and your partner. This is my vacation after all.”

Loki laughed, “Very well, I will follow your lead.”

You laid down beside him, resting your head on his chest and listened to the steady beating of his heart. Slowly you closed your eyes, the rhythmic sound sending you off to sleep. Loki watched you for a moment longer, his hand stroking through your hair, toying with it before stroking your shoulders thoughtfully. He sighed sadly, then noticed you were completely asleep and a soft smile touched the corners of his mouth. You looked so peaceful, he noted, heart aching as he watched you, but this was a mission of course. He too, soon fell asleep.

My Boyfriend’s Best Friend - Dylan O’Brien series (part 2)

Part 1  - Part 3

Originally posted by lovablecouples

*2 months after the events in part 1*

“that’s not fair you cheated!” I claimed Dylan chuckled “no sweetheart i believe it called winning”. Dylan had won 6 games of crazy 8s and yet I only got 2. I pouted “aw Babe don’t pout” he touched under my chin making me giggle, yes i heard you ‘girl why is he giving you nicknames and touching you intimately you got a boyfriend’ which is true but Tyler and I are going through a rough patch. 

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mmmmm how about jongdae & cross that. don't answer that.

“cross that. don’t answer that” // Kim Jongdae// Word Count:847

Midnight on a Thursday at the college dorm was always a fun time, especially when exams were finished and everyone didn’t need to drink to get themselves through it. 

Currently, your floor of the dorm complex - you, Mia, Jongin, Minseok, Baekhyun, Kaye, Lily and Jongdae - were all sitting in the corridor, bottles of fruit juice and crisps scattered around you all as you lounged together, appreciating the chill air of no exams. You guys had all grown rather close over the past year, mostly because for some absurd reason, all of your locks were faulty, and you had been forced to be together a lot. That resulted in a lot of these corridor get togethers, but mostly involving alcohol, unlike tonight. 

Lounging against the wall, you popped a crisp in your mouth, and said loudly, “How about we play truth or dare?” There was a collective mutter of agreement, and Baekhyun piped up, 
“I want to go first - Lily, truth or dare?” The dark haired girl next to you rolled her eyes, knowing fine well that Baekhyun was always trying to get in her pants. 
“Would you ever consider jumping my bones?” He wriggled his eyebrows as everybody chucked bits of food at him, moaning at his stupid question. 
“Not in this lifetime.” She said, nudging you - you’d had one drunken one night stand with Baekhyun and she was going to hold it against you for the rest of your life, you swear, “(Y/N), truth or dare?” 
“I’m feeling spicy.” You grinned, “Dare.”
“Spicy, huh?” Lily’s eyes grew menacing, flickering over to Jongdae, who she knew you had a fat crush on, and you glared warningly at her. “I dare you sit in Jongdae’s lap for the rest of the game.”
“I’m for that!” Jongdae laughed from his spot across from her, and you shook your head. Jongdae was just like that - overly flirty, always willing to join in for a laugh, but nothing was ever serious with him. 
“Prepare for your legs to go numb from my fat ass, Dae.” You warned, scooting over, and you felt his hand on your back guiding you up onto his thighs, his arms coming round to clasp in front of your stomach. 
“You know I would welcome numb legs if it meant I could be in contact with your great ass, (Y/N).” He said in your ear, and you tried not to let your heart thump too loudly. 
“It is a good ass,” You said, feigning confidence and hearing his addictive laugh in your ear, his chin leaning on your shoulder. “Anyway, Minseok, truth or dare?” 

The game went on like this for ages, with nothing too outlandish happening - Jongin dared Kaye to prank call the Dean, Minseok revealed that he’d had a threesome when he was in high school, Mia and Baekhyun were dared to lick each other’s cheeks (which, for some ungodly reason, made Lily jealous). Just dumb shit, really, until Mia turned to you and posed that oh-so-important question: truth or dare. 
“I’m bored of dares,” You lied - you just wanted to sit on Jongdae’s lap as long as possible, with his nose brushing on your jaw whenever he spoke, his hair tickling your cheek, his arms tight around you…”Truth me.”
“Is there anybody here that you would have sex with -” As you were about to reply with yeah, of course, she added, “-and a relationship afterwards?” You glared at Lily, knowing she’d told all the girls about your crush on Jongdae. 
“Aw, come on, give me a better one that that. That one’s too generic,” You whined, and Minseok’s eyes glittered. 
“It sounds like you’re a….chicken.
“Buck buck buck-” Jongdae made stupid chicken noises in your ear until you reached back and flicked him in the forehead. “Come on, who would it be?” 
“Fine.” You said, irritated, feeling everybody’s eyes on you. “It would be-”
“Wait, cross that, don’t answer that.” Jongdae said suddenly, and you twisted to look at him. 
“Why not?” His brown eyes were particularly dark. 
“Well, considering you’re the girl sitting on my lap, what if I don’t like the answer?” You deliberated for a second, before rolling your eyes. 
“What, are you gonna get jealous if I say Jongin?” The younger boy spluttered with laughter and everyone giggled at his reaction, bar Jongdae and yourself. 
“I might,” He said, and you couldn’t tell whether he was kidding or not. 
“Alright, then I’ll just say you and be done with it.” You turned so that you couldn’t see his face anymore, “I’d pick Jongdae, seeing as he’s so eager. Anyway, Mia, truth or dare -” 

The game picked up again, until it got too late - or too early? - for you to even comprehend Jongdae’s lips pressing to your bare shoulder gently. Nobody else seemed to notice, and your hands came up to cover his as they wrapped around your belly. 
“So Mia’s truth,” He said, his voice nonexistent to everyone else, “Do you want to go make it a reality?” 

sentence prompts [100]

1. “did you really think they loved you?”

2. “do you have any idea how many packs of ramen i could have bought with that kind of money?”

3. “i can’t make it stop because i don’t even know what it is”

4. “your email password is ‘ibetyouwontguessmypassword’… you are literally the opposite of mysterious”

5. “shh.. hey shh, i’ve got you alright?”

6. “it’s not that i don’t like them.. its just that make me wants to slam my head against a wall”

7. “there’s so much to think about”

8. “i think you’re indirectly saying that you like me but i’m not really sure and i'm really bad at picking up on signals so please be straightforward before i embarrass myself any further”

9. “you deserve to hear those words but i can’t be the one to say them to you”

10. “i hate everyone, its just that i hate you slightly less”

11. “i mean it’s the only way… right?”

12. “when i said ‘break a leg’ this is not what i fucking meant”

13. “how do you know when?” 

14. “i’m so tired i’m starting to imagine things. like, i think your face in inching closer to me but that could totally just be the lack of sleep and-mmm”

15. “stop fucking crying” 

16. “when people talk about being awkward.. do they not realize that real awkwardness is throwing up on a casket at a funeral, not just pretending to be embarrassed when you ‘accidentally’ bump into a hot guy?”

17. “i can’t make this decision for you”

18. “would you stop looking at me like that?”

19. “no, like.. what do you really want?”

20. “remember that time you stepped in dog shit on our first day of school and you had white shoes on and- and why are you making threatening hand gestures at me?”

21. “i’m a fucking mess”

22. “oh my god i think i just peed”

23. “god! stop it! why do you always fucking do that?”

24. “dude, you remember that commercial with the lady that falls down the stairs and can’t get up? yeah.. that’s basically you right now”

25. “why didn’t you love them?”

26. “that is my muffin you fucking jerk face”

27. “I just don't get it, no matter how hard i try”

28. “did i mention how much i hate you? oh i have?… well just a reminder.”

29. “either shut up and take a nap with me or leave”

30. “you’re so far gone”

31. “you spent 20 minutes trying to teach a chair how to respond to it’s name… i think it’s safe to say that you were drunk as hell”

32. “everything just kind of.. hurts, i guess”

33. “hey have you seen my- are you crying over that damn disney movie again?”

34. “i’m not them”

35. “what the hell do you mean you’re not a dog person?”

36. “i can't”

37. “did you just.. did you just snort?”

38. “i don't want this”

39. “did you just give me the middle finger?” 

40. “you’re making this worse for yourself, you do realize that right?”

41. “rock, paper, sciss- fuck!”

42. “i know i don’t deserve it, but please?”

43. “are you sure you’re studying because this looks like the intro to a very poorly funded porno”

44. “want me. need me. crave me”

45. “i’m trying to write a poem but i can’t think of anything that rhymes with- what are you looking at?” 

46. “i should have noticed”

47. “listen as much as i love your hugs, i can’t really breathe at the moment”

48. “breathe with me. in. and out.”

49. “what do you mean you’ve never owned a rubber ducky?”

50. “you are so fucking beautiful and you can’t even see it”

51. “how does he expect me to run to class when i can barely walk up one flight of stairs without heaving afterwards for five minutes straight?”

52. “stop saying sorry”

53. “yeah, uh, what the fuck”

54. “i can’t remember a time when i didn’t feel this way”

55. “hi i’m- wow you are a beautiful and i just made this so uncomfortable by saying that out loud”

56. “i’m so sorry, oh my god, i’m so sorry”

57. “so you can punch someone in the face but you can’t kill a spider?

58. “i keep telling myself to ‘stop waiting’ but here i am.. still waiting”

59. “how is it 3:00a.m, i thought it was like 10:00p.m”

60. “i almost long for it now”

61. “they love me, they love me not, they love me, they love me n- wait fuck there’s only one petal left, i always knew this game was rigged”

62. “you’re scaring me”

63. “you literally roll your eyes every other minute, how are your eyes not stuck in the back of your head by now?”

64. “how can’t you see that you deserve so much better than me?”

65. “i am 99% sure that the world is out to get me, the other 1% is holding onto the hope that my 11:11 wishes are valid”

66. “wait, are you crying?”

67. “wow that dry drool on your chin really suits you”

68. “are you drunk?”

69. “don’t ask me about my feelings when you already know exactly what I'm feeling”

70. “i may or may not have possibly accidentally maybe stained your favorite sweatshirt?”

71. “is it not enough?”

72. “so, any questions, imbeciles?”

73. “they love me, you’re wrong”

74. “there is a very large chance that i like you back.. but like, who knows..”

75. “you’re not supposed to eat that part!”

76. “i was waiting for you and you knew it and still, you did nothing about it”

77. “please stop tickling my neck it’s not funn- oh my god!”

78. “i know that you never really listen to your voicemails but here i am anyways and i just wanted to say…”

79. “it’s not my fault i’m so devilishly handsome”

80. “i didn’t mean to, i don’t- I'm not, i-”

81. “me too. wait no i mean like- i love you too. not me. i don’t love me too. not that i’m insecure. i just meant like that i love you not me. does that make sense?

82. ”i didn’t mean to make them cry!”

83. “everyone is always saying that i don’t have to have a plan yet. but if that’s the case, then why does it seem like everyone else has a plan except for me?”

84. “i think i’m gonna throw up..”

85. “you’re always saying how tired you are. but what exactly is it that you’re tired of? because i know it’s not just the lack of sleep.”

86. “maybe it was the 7 doughnuts. but I mean, just a guess”

87. “stop yelling at me!”

88. “so a little birdy told me that you think i’m cute?”

89. “i was so in love with who i thought they were”

90. “did you really mean what you said back there?”

91. “i’m so tired of feeling unwanted”

92. “i wrote you just like i promised, like we promised. why didn’t you ever write back?”

93. “i didn’t know you could sing”

94. “why are you being so cold”

95. “you said i was the one you wanted”

96. “tell me what to do, please!”

97. “i’m so sleepy”

98. “can we stay home and watch documentaries on netflix?”

99. “i triple dog dare you”

100. “do you think you could teach me how to swim?”

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@micromarvel from this post https://micromarvel.tumblr.com/post/157943120119/catnipsoup-nearlyheadlessnichols-it-isnt-a

On AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11935887

35. “Why are you looking at me like that?” + ‘waistband’ fic trope (2 in 1 or what have you)

Steve stared at Tony’s waist as his top slowly rode up. He was standing on top of a chair, reaching to get something on top of the shelf.

His tanned, golden skin shone, his low-waist trousers hanging on tightly to his hips, highlighting his curves and accentuating his butt perfectly, of which Tony may or may not be aware of. Steve wanted to tell him either way.

Tony groaned as his arm struggled to reach what he was trying to, and his feet left the chair as he tried to pull himself up onto the shelf.

No, I can do this, Tony thought to himself. Don’t need anyone’s help. I… nearly got it… He heard some shuffling about behind him and peeked a look behind him to see Steve coming up to him, and he planted his feet down on the chair.

Tony scowled. “What are you looking at?” He asked a bit irritably.

Steve smiled in spite of himself. “You need help with that?” Steve pointedly didn’t answer the comment and gestured to Tony’s struggle trying to reach a box, it would seem, at the back of the high shelf.

“No,” Tony said right away. “Of course not, I totally got this. If you’re here to mock me, then don’t bother.”

“I - no, I wasn’t going to – I was just -” Steve stopped and sighed, and went up to lightly pinch Tony’s t-shirt. “Just, please come down. Let me help.”

Tony ignored Steve and pushed up one more time to try and get it, only to latch onto the shelf above him as his feet left the chair and were left dangling again. His eyes widened at his predicament.

“You need a hand there?”

Tony groaned.

Steve came closer with his arms stretched out. “Okay, okay, I gotcha.”

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haroldstyles4nipples  asked:

Can you write an imagine where Harry fucks y/n in the bathroom of a friends house because y/n was making fun of old pictures and he wanted to show y/n how he'd changed? By the way your writing is amazing! Don't ever stop💜


Alright, this turned out a little differently, but… here we are! 

Reminder: requests are closed! x

064. Jet Plane 

It’s his last night in London before he jets to LA for God only knows how long – he only buys one way tickets these days because he doesn’t like to be told when he’s leaving. He’s enjoying not being on anyone’s schedule but his own, and he’s enjoying being able to pick up and head to whatever home of his he prefers or needs to be at without having to wait for a break in tour.

He had repeatedly said he didn’t want a party, but here they are, having a small get together with free-flowing liquor and the kind of greasy chippies that LA would turn its nose up at. He’s popular, understandably, with everyone wanting a moment – everyone wanting to just pick his brain on what’s next, and he, three cocktails in, is happy to oblige and to banter with friends and a few friends of friends, too.

“Hey, hey!” Harry laughs from across the room. He has a drink in his hand and he’s jutted his forefinger out to point it in the direction of his mate. “Put that away!”

“Just having some fun,” Jack called back to him. “She’s never seen these before, has she?”

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Alive | Roan x Pregnant!Clarke

Originally posted by pleasingpics

[GIF not mine]

Requested by @harduy (why doesn’t it let me tag you??) via dm: Can u do a clarke x roan smut for episode !! where he is alive in the bunker. She tells him she’s pregnant and he’s so happy and ends with lots of hot smut

A/N: after seeing this episode I got so mad at Clarke (not that I wasn’t before, but anyway) that the whole situation made it so hard for me to write your request out. And I feel like I’m so not good at writing smuts, but I did my best (and almost died laughing because that’s me we’re talking about haha) and I hope this is enough smut hahaha I really hope you’ll enjoy this anyway! (Also, thanks to @mermaidandsirenstales and @selldraug for being them - hope you’re sweating as much as me)

A/N 2: also, I apologize for any mistakes, but I don’t have the courage to read this a third time.

Fandom: The 1OO. Pairing: Roan x Clarke

Warnings: pregnant!Clarke. I think angst – I didn’t want it to be, but hey, angst is my master. Smut.

Requests are OPEN

Word-count: 2667

Clarke was sitting on a bed in a room that had luckily only one. Her head in her hands, she tried her best not to cry.

She’d acted like a bitch. Why did she keep listening to her stupid brain? Locking everyone out of the bunker had been one of the most stupid ideas of her life and she felt so sorry to be on that list.

Everything had always been about one number: one hundred. One hundred prisoners sent to Earth. One hundred seats available in the Ark when they first thought of seeking repair against the radiations in their first home. And now, one hundred people per clan, so that they could save everybody so that they could save humanity. But that was just a fucking lie, she groaned.

Some people, many people had been locked out of the bunker, sacrificed to a horrible and agonizing death. Kids were being killed, innocent people weren’t going to survive the imminent wave of death.

Not everybody was going to have a chance.

And she had known it since the beginning, but saving only her people would’ve made everything better, easier. Now eleven hundred grounders were there with them, and sure as hell they all hated Skaikru, and it didn’t matter that O had won the conclave. Troubles were coming and she could almost feel them crawling on her skin.

And then there was Roan, still lying somewhere out there, dead, while the radioactive rain poured over his body.

How could she survive this?

How could she make it without him?

By locking everyone out he would’ve died anyway, but he also might have found a way to save his ass. But now… Octavia was alive and he was dead. And he was dead for real. He wouldn’t have a second chance at life. The rain had already taken him and there was no way she was going to have him back.

Someone behind her coughed.

“Go away,” she mumbled.

She didn’t feel like seeing anybody. All she wanted was to spend the five years they had to spend in the bunker alone. She didn’t want to be around people anymore. What sense could it have?

Clarke heard someone walk up behind her and she snapped. She jumped to her feet and swiftly turned around, ready to say ‘fuck off’ to whoever wanted to talk to her. But her breath got caught in her throat and her mind went blank.

“Well?” he giggled. “No ‘hello’?”

“Roan?” she asked, not believing her eyes. It couldn’t be him.

It couldn’t.

“Who else should I be?” Roan laughed, getting closer to her and grazing his hands against her sleeves.

“I thought you were dead,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “We all thought you were dead.”

“You all thought what you wanted to think,” he corrected her. “Just as Octavia and Luna saw what they wanted to see. You really thought that drowning me could kill me? Come on, Wanheda, you should’ve known better since you tried to drown me, too.” He smiled, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

She took in a breath, while his touch had started to warm her face. “I’m fucking pregnant, you son of a bitch!” she almost yelled. “How could you?” and she hit him on his chest, tears running down her cheeks. “How could you?” she yelled again, raising her voice while his hands grabbed her wrists with strength.

“What did you just say?” he inquired, eyes burning into hers, while a frown had settled on his forehead.

Clarke fought for freedom, tears furiously streaming down her face. “I thought you were dead,” she whispered again while lowering her gaze, knees trembling.

Roan sighed. “I thought we had fixed this. I am not, I’m alive,” he said and raised her chin so that she was now looking at him.

“How could this be fixed this?” She shook her head. “You were dead and now you’re not. It’s not like breaking a leg. It’s going into fucking afterlife!” she hissed, wiping away her tears.

Another sigh escaped Roan lips. He pulled her closer to him and hugged her tight, resting his chin on top of her head. He could feel her body tremble with her sobs while he patiently waited for the storm to pass.

And yet his mind wasn’t there anymore. It had stayed stuck at one minute ago when that revelation had escaped her lips without her even wanting it to.

She was pregnant. Which meant he was having a child too unless Clarke had kept something a secret.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asked, lowering his head so that he could whisper those words into her ear.

“Tell you what?” she sobbed one last time and sniffed.

“That we’re having a kid.”

Clarke stilled in his arms. How did he even know? But then she remembered her stupid tongue saying those words – I’m fucking pregnant, you son of a bitch!

She sighed. “When did you expect me to tell you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, still holding her against his body. “Oh, you know, before I enrolled into the conclave to kill Bellamy’s sister too.”

Clarke remained silent for a few seconds before pulling away to look at him. “I was so scared, and I wasn’t even expecting it. If you had only let me become Heda-”

“That’s not how the whole Heda thing works,” he pointed out, scoffing.

“I know,” she hissed. “But if that meant saving everybody-”

“And yet you locked everyone out. You cared only for your people while telling me that I was just saving mine and not humanity.”

“I made a mistake, okay?”

“It looks like mistakes are the only things you’re able to do.”

Clarke furrowed, glaring up at him towering over her. “You know what?” she spat. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Wouldn’t you like it better if the person I was fucking was you?” he smirked, squeezing her butt.

Before she could stop herself, she slapped him hard. “Don’t you think you’ve already done enough?” she spat, pushing his chest. “Getting me pregnant and all?”

Roan let out a bitter laugh. “So now it’s my fault,” he nodded. “Yeah, you know, you’re right. After all, that kid is growing inside my body. Totally makes sense now: I knew I was feeling bloated.”

They both glared threateningly at each other for minutes before Clarke leaped forward. In a second their lips crushed and she was pushing Roan against the wall, his hands tightening on her butt.

He groaned in the kiss when she bit his lower lip. She tugged at it while looking at him through her eyelashes and smirked.

“Why won’t we just celebrate the fact that you’re still alive?” she asked, nearing her pelvis to his.

She had some blood on her lips, which meant that she had bitten him for real. But that sight didn’t anger him: he could feel his excitement grow. He grabbed her nape and pulled her closer, kissing her again, harder this time. He wasn’t even thinking about the fact that he might hurt her like that: he simply didn’t care. He had almost died that day and only wanted some victory sex.

Her hands reached his belt and quickly unbuckled it before slipping inside his trousers. She didn’t unzip the fly and the pressure against his already semi hard cock almost hurt. Her other hand moved to open his zip when he moaned and Roan felt the pressure against his lips disappear.

He watched Clarke getting on her knees while pushing his trousers down.

She stared at him hungrily and tickled his balls while laughing. When her face got closer to his pulsing erection, Roan let his eyes flutter closed, already anticipating the feeling of her lips around his cock. But that feeling didn’t come, at least – not immediately. Instead, her fingers traced his shaft a few times, almost tickling his skin with her light touch. Then, suddenly, when he had almost lost hope, she grabbed his penis at the base and guided it into her mouth. She gave his head a harsh suck, almost hurting him, before sticking her tongue out to lick him downward ever so slowly.

Roan’s breath was coming out ragged, and the only thing he wanted was to push himself inside her mouth, to fuck her, to feel her around himself.

Slowly, her tongue came up again to his head before her mouth sucked at it again. Then, slowly, she took his cock in, swirling her tongue a little at its sides.

When she finally set up a pace, Roan let himself sigh and leaned his back harder into the wall. One of his hands ran down to grab her hair and force her to move faster, but she stopped him just in time and kept up with her slow movements. Then, suddenly, she sped up and both were soon moaning. The vibrations she created with her moans reverberated against him and he could feel he was close to the edge.

“Clarke,” he growled, reaching down again and grabbing her hair this time.

But Clarke didn’t listen and kept up with her pace until, suddenly, just before his release, she pulled away. She smiled up at him and finished him off with her hand, while her left hand had reached inside her own trousers to touch herself.

He came in her hands, grunting her name, and let himself fall on his knees, teeth still clenching and breath running wild.

“Stop it,” he growled, fighting with his trembling hands to take off his shirt.

She didn’t listen to him and kept touching herself in front of him.

“Stop it, I said,” he repeated and grabbed her hands.

She whined like a kid, breath ragged. Her left hand, the one that had been touching herself, was slick and the mere thought of being inside her turned Roan crazy.

“Get naked,” he ordered, resisting the urge to touch himself.

The floor was almost ice cold under his ass, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to take her right there and then, on that damn floor, and let anyone in that bunker know that he was still alive and that a bitch like Luna couldn’t kill him.

Clarke smirked and slowly took her shirt off. He was glad to see she wasn’t wearing any bra and that her nipples were already hard. Goosebumps quickly rose on her skin, but she looked like she didn’t care.

When she got on fours to get closer to him, his eyes wandered to her breasts and he smiled. Fuck, he was so glad he was still alive!

She almost purred while kissing his chest, her hands caressing his thighs.

Roan grabbed her hips and got her closer before pinning her down on the floor.

Clarke wiggled in his grasp and tried to go back to being in control, but Roan wouldn’t let her. He knew how much she loved to be in control of the situation, but this time… he was going to have her his way. She had already had her turn while sucking his cock. Now it was time for the King of Azgeda to show what he was capable of.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, locking her hands above her head and keeping them in place with one hand.

Then, smirking devilishly, he leaned closer to her face and lingered his lips against hers, but he didn’t kiss her. He brushed their lips for a few seconds before going further down, kissing her throat. He grazed his teeth against her skin while his free hand roamed her right side, going down to her thigh and then coming up again.

Clarke trembled.

“So soft,” he whispered against her neck, kissing and sucking her skin.

“Roan,” she whined, begging him, wiggling her hips, brushing against his thigh.

Roan’s head got up again until it was millimeters from her ear. “I said,” and he nipped at her earlobe, “don’t move.”

He kissed her neck again, his hand slipping inside her trousers to touch her from above her panties.

“So wet,” he whispered against her breasts. He smiled: what would she do if he were really dead? Would she be fucking someone else? Or would she be touching herself until she was screaming his name?

He groaned at the thought of her in bed with somebody else.

Massaging her pussy, still covered with that piece of underwear, he took one of her nipples in between his lips and gently tugged at it, making her moan again. He sucked at it, grazed it with his teeth, tortured it with his lips before doing the same to the other.

He could hear her wild breath while her chest rose and fell fast under him.

His lips went even further down, kissing and sucking her skin. He teased her a little by kissing her mons pubis through her trousers.

“Don’t move or I’m leaving,” he ordered against her skin.

Clarke simply whimpered but nodded when Roan looked at her.

He released his grasp on her wrists and used both his hands to free her from her trousers and panties. His fingers brushed against her labia and let out a satisfied sigh.

Without giving her time to even comprehend what he wanted to do, his lips were sucking at her clit. Clarke’s breath got stuck in her throat while her back arched into a position that looked almost painful. But Roan simply smiled and teased her with his fingers, before penetrating her with one.

“Clarke?” he chuckled, pushing his finger in and out of her, miming what was going to come.

She simply hummed, her hands massaging her boobs.

“Tell me something,” and, without warning, he added two fingers to the one that was fucking her.

“Just fucking fuck me,” she groaned, making him laugh, his erection pressed against the floor, driving him nuts.

He retreated his fingers and grabbed her hips, sliding her closer. He positioned himself between her legs, spreading her juices on his cock. Then, in a swift movement, he was inside her, her walls clenching around him.

He was so glad he was still alive.

He leaned down, kissing her breast and sucking one of her nipples while slowly moving inside her, turning her crazy. Her breathing was labored, her skin covered in sweat, her eyes closed but still moving under her eyelids.

He kissed her and she kissed him back, her breath fanning against his skin. He moved to kiss her neck, accelerating his pace.

When he hit her just in the right spot, Clarke’s eyes opened wide, her lips parted.

He angled her legs so that he could hit her there again and when he did once, twice, three times he thought she was about to die in pleasure.

But her hands grabbed his face and pushed them closer so that she could kiss him. He moved in again and she moaned against his lips.

“Good Lord, Roan,” she panted, letting her head fall back again on the floor. Her hands reached his back and scratched his skin. “Faster,” she begged and he complied.

He put his hands on the floor at each side of her head so that he could push in faster and further.

Clarke moaned a string of ‘Roan’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘Jesus Christ’ (which he hoped wasn’t a guy she knew). Her pussy clenched tighter around him with each movement until she came with a silent scream, eyes rolled back inside her head, breasts brushing against his skin.

He lifted her leg by grabbing it from under the knee and sped up his space even more until it almost got unbearable. Then, with a grunt, he came and for a while, he wasn’t able to stop his movements.

When her hands got up to brush his chest, he pushed out and laid down next to her.

They were both panting, but he managed to say: “So, we’re having a kid, huh?”

Since I’m not sure how I am with smut and I’m always glad to do better, let me know what you think.

Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll just have a drink.

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insightfulinsomniac  asked:

I don't know why, but I am so in the mood to read some Webgott in which they are slightly-too-okay with excessive PDA. It doesn't matter where or when or with who, but it just makes me laugh 😂

AN: they are 200% that couple to just start making out in food courts or to give each other massages in movie theaters. their friends are torn between being uncomfortable and disgusted.

Joe doesn’t even want to be here.

Webster was the one who insisted on going for a walk in the park – because “fresh air” and “physical activity” and “endorphins” – almost all things that could easily be solved with visit to the gym. Or getting their own exercise in the bedroom. (Or the couch, or the shower, or the kitchen counter. Joe isn’t picky.)

No, Web had insisted. It’s just their luck that they’d run into a group of other Easy guys, sitting in a cluster beneath a particularly large tree. He would have been more than happy to ignore the people they happened to know; but once again, Webster insisted.

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anonymous asked:

Fluff Headcanons Request! RFA, Saeran and POSSIBLY Vanderwood first kiss with MC? I don't know if that's been done already lol…Thank you for being so awesome!

I’m always a slut for first kisses honestly?? It’s a trope that will forever be in my gay lil heart. 

~Admin MP


  • He’s so nervous poor baby!!
  • He’s never dated anyone before so he has no idea what to do
  • Does he tilt his head? Does he not?
  • What if MC pushes him away??
  • …Do you use tongue on the first kiss?
  • His face is getting progressively more and more red and he keeps getting lost in his thoughts so MC just grabs his face by the cheeks
  • “are you okay, Yoosung??”
  • They are worried about him
  • He looks pale, green, and red all the same time and it’s not flattering
  • MC catches him off guard so he just blurts
  • “Can I kiss you??”
  • His eyes are big and innocent and MC feels their heart stop in their chest because fuck this boy is cute
  • Face flaming, MC nods and leans in to kiss him
  • They’re both going super slow and nervous and are giggling because they’re just so shy
  • It’s a simple press of lips together, barely even touching
  • But they both feel it throughout their entire bodies
  • They pull away and just grin at each other then start laughing
  • (They kiss a lot more after that)


  • MC and Seven were playing video games
  • It was a dumb Naruto Clash of Ninja game 
  • MC was Sakura and Seven was Gaara (”He looks like me, MC, I HAVE TO” “You also both don’t sleep and probably smell musty”)
  • After a match that spanned three rounds, MC finally beat Seven
  • They leaped up and began cheering, pelvic thrusting and dancing in a circle
  • It had been a lazy ass day and MC’s hair was everywhere, their face was greasy, and shirt was covered in crumbs
  • But they were laughing and smiling and were so bright and happy that they were the most beautiful person Seven had ever seen 
  • Without even thinking, he stood up, grabbed their wrist, and pulled them towards him
  • The kiss was clumsy and their teeth banged at first, but the both of them instantly melted into it, hands gripping onto each other for dear life
  • It got heated, quick, and ended up with the both of them on the couch, pulling away to look at each other, foreheads touching
  • “Gaara and Sakura is a crackship,” panted MC, and Seven was actually in love.
  • They spent the rest of the day watching anime and kissing on the couch.


  • Jaehee is trying out different combinations of coffee for the new coffee shop, trying to figure out what tastes good and what to put on the menu
  • Thankfully, it’s 6 am so she’s not consuming copious amounts of caffeine late at night
  • She’s so determined, murmuring to herself and scribbling down notes, staring at the milk like it can reveal life’s secrets to her
  • Also, she’s still in her pajamas so it’s super cute, and her hair is all mussed up
  • (It took Jaehee to bob length hair to realize she was in love with MC)
  • MC leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, watching Jaehee with a fond smile
  • The passion Jaehee exhibited was like nothing she had ever shown in her previous job
  • It just made MC so happy to see her finally pleased with the work she was doing and it made their heart so warm
  • “MC! Come here and taste this!” Jaehee said this after taking a huge gulp of the said drink.
  • MC, feeling mischievous and giddy, came over, foregoing the drink for Jaehee’s lips instead.
  • After pulling away, Jaehee blinked several times as MC pretended to think about the flavor
  • “Yeah, it’s nice. I like it.”


  • Super romantic setting, okay??
  • Like. The two of them are up on the roof looking at the stars
  • They have beer because beer and the stars 
  • And they’re sort of just…talking
  • Getting to know each other
  • Their hands are intertwined in between them (Zen keeps glancing at them shyly with a small grin)
  • When MC suddenly asks Zen if he’s ever been kissed before.
  • A small pout comes onto his face
  • “Of course I’ve been kissed before!” 
  • MC just giggles at how Offended he is
  • “Okay! I believe you.”
  • They sit there for a few seconds in silence but Zen cannot keep quiet.
  • “What about you?”
  • “What about me?”
  • “Have you ever been kissed before?”
  • “Oh, yeah. They weren’t great, though…”
  • Zen just grabs MC’s chin and turns their face towards him.
  • “How were they bad?” His eyes are glued to MC’s lips.
  • “Just…sloppy…and, uh…” MC cannot think or speak while Zen is looking at their mouth like that.
  • “…bad,” they finish lamely.
  • “…Can I show you a good kiss?”
  • Swallowing nervously, MC nods
  • (He gets too excited and smashes their noses together. MC laughs for five minutes.)


  • Tbh, the only reason he hadn’t kissed MC yet was because they were both super busy
  • The morning they had their first kiss was the first one they’d been able to see each other for more than five minutes ever since they started dating
  • MC was sleepily scooping out some cat food into a dish for Elizabeth 3rd
  • They set it on the floor and crouched there, petting her with a fuzzy smile
  • Jumin came into the kitchen and just stopped at the adorable sight before him
  • The two most important things in his life right there
  • And it was obvious that MC loved Elizabeth almost as much as he did (it was impossible to love her the same amount)
  • “Oh, good morning, Jumin–” MC had been standing up to greet him, but Jumin had taken three large strides across the kitchen to cradle their face in his hands
  • “Good morning,” he said, then leaned down to kiss MC, thoroughly showing them how much he loved them
  • to be honest, MC was expecting things to go further
  • But after a long, passionate kiss, Jumin pressed another soft, loving kiss to MC’s lips and turned to start making coffee, absentmindedly leaving one of his hands resting on MC’s cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb


  • It would be so cute!!
  • The two of them would be taking a nap together
  • It’s what Saeran likes to do if he feels too overwhelmed by the outside world
  • They cuddle together and talk about random shit and look at the clouds through Saeran’s skylight
  • “That cloud looks like a kangaroo.”
  • “Are you blind? That’s obviously a velociraptor.” 
  • Just the fact that Saeran can fall asleep around MC makes them feel super special 
  • Because around others, he’s very tense and does not relax
  • It means that he trusts them!!
  • So when he wakes up, just sort of looking at them, still half-asleep, they’re full of affection and love
  • He also looks so tired and sleepy, like a little puppy
  • (It always takes him a few minutes to wake up)
  • When he scoots closer to MC, burying his face in their chest they almost die cause it’s so cute
  • But then he scoots away a little bit and looks up
  • Their faces are very very close
  • Saeran whispers, “Can I try something…?”
  • MC just nods, because if they speak, they might brush lips
  • They didn’t need to worry about that though. Because Saeran inches forward and their lips barely touch, the lightest of pressure
  • “This feels weird,” Saeran says, their lips touching with each word
  • “It tickles,” whispers MC back.
  • After that, he pulls away, a little embarrassed.
  • But it’s progress and MC’s heart feels like it’s going to burst


  • Vanderwood just kept…hanging around
  • “Don’t you have a real job?” MC asked Vanderwood, who scowled
  • “Yeah, I do. I don’t have to tell you anything though.”
  • What a pouty butthole, thought MC.
  • Maybe a kiss would cheer them up.
  • Getting up from the kitchen table, MC approached Vanderwood where they were making a sandwich (out of MC’s fancy French bread–rude, they didn’t even ask.)
  • “Why are you so grumpy?” MC asked, pouting a little.
  • “Uh, maybe because I’m on the run from an agency who wants me dead and for the last ten years I’ve worked as a secret agent?”
  • “Oh, boohoo,” grumbled MC, starting to make a sandwich. “Want me to kiss it better?”
  • “Oh, please do,” said Vanderwood sarcastically, finishing their sandwich.
  • Struck by an idea, MC bit their lip on a smile and quickly darted forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of Vanderwood’s mouth and sprinting away
  • “W-What the–what was that–HEY, BRING BACK MY SANDWICH!!”
  • The only thing left of MC in the room was the sound of their retreating laughter.
Don't Remember...Don’t Forget (Part 5-Final) (Steve Rogers x reader)

Part 4

Warning: Traumatic Injury

After a month of searching, the team was beginning to lose hope that they would ever find you; if you had any knowledge inside of you from your days with the team, you would be nearly impossible to find.  Your skills as a spy and as a fighter challenged those of Natasha, and you could become a chameleon into nearly any situation if you wanted to.  You could be standing right next to any one of them at any given moment, and they wouldn’t know it.

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A/N: *throws confetti* I love AU week! This is inspired by the comments on this post [x]

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Rating: F for Fluff and P for Pirate Family Feels

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CS AU Week: Day 2 – Future!CS AU



She’s been restless since yesterday, anxiety lodged just below her breastbone and keeping her from sleep. By the 4 AM hour, she finally gives up on getting even an hour in, slipping from the warmth of Killian’s arms (and their large bed) with the softest of kisses to his lips. He stirs in sleep at the contact, breathing out her name as the corners of his mouth tip up and make her smile in turn before she brushes the hair back from his brow and uses a simple charm to keep him with his dreams. (She hopes he dreams of her.)

Her gaze lands on the balcony and she cringes as she turn away. They keep the doors open most evenings, allowing the night and the cool air into their chamber while simultaneously enjoying the moonlit, seaside view of the land (her land now, Jesus) that stretches out for miles before tumbling into bed together and forgetting about it entirely. In the mornings, she stands out there before preparing for the day, Killian’s arms tight around her waist as he presses his lips to the curve of her neck, or sometimes by herself before he rises, contemplating the (still) unbelievable circumstances that are her fairytale life.

She stays away from it this morning though, knowing the gardens below will be decorated for the ceremony and that she’ll be unable to stand the sight of it. She tries not to feel resentment, pushing back her frustration and annoyance. They'd chosen to return to the Enchanted Forest after some years, after all, had gone about restoring the castle and the kingdom, and building a new life. (And unbeknownst to her at the time, preparing for her to take the crown someday. ‘Someday’ had happened upon them a lot faster than she’d anticipated, much to her chagrin.)

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anonymous asked:

27 for nurseydex pls??

Thanks so much :) (See guys, I am working on the prompts… Kind of).

27. “Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.” Highschool!Nurseydex (because I just love high school aus too much)

The world whirred past at lightning speed as Dex soared down the hill, hands gripping the handles of the bike tightly. His hair pushed back from his forehead and his scarf, knitted in orange and red and yellow by his mother to match the colors of the quickly running leaves, fluttered behind him like a flag. The pretty, picket-fenced houses in this neighborhood, much nicer than his, felt like a welcoming. Like a peace offering from the universe. They all had immaculate gardens that were just beginning to die off and bright green lawns when his own lawn was patchy and turning brown.

“There are people who live like this,” he muttered to himself. “And one day, if you work hard enough, you can be one of them.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t love his family, or that he didn’t appreciate all the things his mom and dad worked their asses off to give him. But in his third-generation hand-me-down jeans with worn knees, he couldn’t help but be envious of some of the other boys at school. Particularly Derek Nurse, who came to school every day in expensive cashmere sweaters and name brand beanies that the teachers made him take off and shoes that looked like they costed more than everything in Dex’s room combined. He had everything that Dex didn’t have.

In the back of his mind, Dex knew that he only liked riding around this neighborhood on the weekends because he knew Derek lived here with his moms and his little sister, in a pretty mocha-colored house with an apple tree out front. Sometimes he’d drive by and Derek would be sitting on the porch drinking lemonade and reading some dumb poetry book. If he saw Dex, he would wave, and Dex would nod back, but they’d never spoken.

Derek was so far out of Dex’s league that it wasn’t even funny. He made everyone laugh, he was always the lead in every theater production, he was first line on the hockey team, and he’d gone steady with more girls (and boys) than Dex had even looked at like that. Dex’s crushes were far and few between, but when they did come, they hit him in the face like a bag of bricks.

His crush on Derek was the biggest one yet, and by far the scariest. Not because of the distinct difference in high school social hierarchy between the two of them, but because Derek was a boy. A beautiful boy, with pale green eyes and curly, dark hair. A boy with a voice like an angel and a pocket book like one of the Kardashians.

Here he was, swinging on a porch swing like he was five years old. Dex could see him as he reached the bottom of the hill. He knew he should start pedaling, but he wanted to coast for just a bit longer and watch Derek as he sapped up the last of the autumn light. He just wanted to see him smile and kick his feet up from the ground, throw his head back in a laugh. He followed Derek with his eyes as he approached and they made eye contact for a split second. Derek smiled, full of warmth, and Dex held up one hand and waved, and-

And the world was upside down. Dex’s brain felt like it was being jostled inside his head. He had no control over his limbs, no control over gravity as he flipped and crashed to earth. For a half second he couldn’t breathe, his scarf tight around his throat, and then it was tugged free. He didn’t know where it went. His bike skidded away from him into a ditch, and only then did he realize that he’d crashed. Shame colored his cheeks as he heard Derek’s lumbering footsteps coming toward him.

“Dex!” He sounded concerned. “You alright?”

Dex didn’t know. Everything felt numb and he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to acknowledge Derek, didn’t want their first conversation to be with Dex lying facedown on the pavement.

“That was a hell of a spill, man,” Derek said, bending down and gently shaking Dex’s shoulder. Dex turned his head to face Derek, who looked just as worried as he sounded. His eyebrows were raised and knitted together, his eyes wide and his mouth turned down slightly.

“Guess so,” Dex croaked, pushing himself up into a sitting position. His palms were raw and road burnt from trying to cushion his fall. Derek held out a hand to help him up, which Dex took gratefully.

But something was wrong. Pain shot through his leg the moment he tried to stand up, and he fell back to his knees. “Ow!” He cried, dropping Derek’s hand. His left ankle felt like it was on fire. “I think I fucked up my ankle.”

“Shit, do you think it’s broken?”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s fine-” Dex’s words were cut off as Derek bent down again and put one arm under Dex’s knees and the other around his waist. He lifted him up with ease, and Dex couldn’t help but think of how strong he must be.

“Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle,” Dex spluttered, but he threw his arms around Derek’s shoulders. Because he was weak, because his ankle really did hurt like a son of a bitch, because what other opportunity was he going to get to lay his head against Derek Nurse’s shoulder while he carried Dex bride-style?

“Nah, man, I got you,” he murmured, hiking Dex up so he was resting more comfortably in his arms. He walked him across the road and up the steps of his porch. His arms pressed into Dex’s skin an a way that was far too comfortable. Dex squirmed self consciously.

“Chill,” Derek said, giving Dex’s knee a reassuring squeeze. He knocked his foot against the door. “Mom? Mama? Somebody let me in.”

It took a few moments, but a short, dark woman opened the door. Her hair was wild and wavy, her eyes were warm and brown. “Derek Malik Nurse, this door is not locked-” she started, but froze when she saw Derek holding Dex in his arms, both smiling sheepishly. “What?”

“He crashed his bike,” Derek explained. “I think he sprained his ankle.”

“Bring him in, bring him in,” she said, Stepping out of the way and motioning for them to step inside. It was warm and it smelled like incense. “Do you two know each other?” She said it conspiratorially, with a gleam in her eye that meant mischief. Dex had to concentrate on her words to decipher them through her accent (he was pretty sure it was Spanish, but he didn’t want to make assumptions). Derek nodded.

“Sort of,” Dex said, feeling awkward. “You can probably put me down now. I think I can walk.”

“Dude, calm down,” Derek countered, decidedly not putting him down and heading to the living room. He set Dex down on a fuzzy brown couch in front of a television that was playing a nature documentary. Dex found himself missing the heat of Derek’s arms immediately. “You want something to drink?”

“Sure,” Dex said, mainly to get Derek out of the room for a minute. He settled himself into the couch, ignoring the dull throb in his ankle, and leaned against the arm of it, chin in hand. Dex closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. How insane was this? All these months spent spying on Derek Nurse, and it was a bike crash and a fucked up ankle that finally landed him a date. Dex laughed to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Derek asked, entering the room with two cups. Dex shook his head. “I got us lemonade, but if you don’t like it, I can get something else.”

“That’s fine,” Dex said, reaching for the glass. It was cool and damp against his hand, condensation forming along the outside of it. When he sipped it, the taste burst across his tongue, sweet and bitter at the same time, and he smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” The weight of the couch shifted as Derek sat down, and Dex balanced his lemonade so it wouldn’t spill. “Want me to change the channel?”

“If you want.” It was small talk, but somehow it wasn’t awkward. Derek flipped through the channels, never settling on one for more than a few minutes, and the quiet that nestled around them wasn’t unpleasant. Dex polished off his lemonade in seconds and found himself drifting to sleep.

Derek didn’t mind the weight of Dex’s head against his shoulder one bit. In fact, it was welcome, even if his hair was tickling Derek’s nose. It smelled like hay and fruity shampoo.

The hem of Dex’s t-shirt was ripped from the crash, exposing one shoulder and collarbone, and more of his chest that Derek was sure Dex would have liked. He was thin and pale and splattered with freckles. Derek thought they looked like tiny constellations all over him. One of his hands splayed over into Derek’s lap, long, bony fingers spilled across his thigh, and Derek didn’t move. He didn’t even think of it.

“Should I know this boy, cariño?” Mama asked, poking her head into the living room. Derek knew exactly what she meant by her tone.

“I’m not sure yet,” he admitted, looking at Dex fondly. He’d had his eye on Dex since he’d broken up with his last girlfriend, but he wasn’t about to tell Mama that.

“Why don’t you ask him to stay for dinner? I’ll make something good.” She smiled.

“Alright,” Derek replied absentmindedly, watching Dex’s fingers twitch in his sleep. Mama smiled bigger. She had a good feeling about this.

When Dex woke up, he flinched away from Derek, expecting the same. “Wha-” Derek stuttered instead, grabbing Dex’s hand out of instinct. His side was cold now where Dex had slept. Dex blushed fiery red and moved his hand, dragging his fingers across Derek’s palm.

“Do you have anywhere you need to be? Anyone you need to call?” Derek asked. Dex shook his head.

“I told my parents I was going to my uncle’s house. They aren’t expecting me home until tomorrow.”

“How about you stay for dinner, then?” He suggested, still sipping on his lemonade, ankles crossed. Dex’s heart practically skipped a beat. He swallowed and composed himself.