maybe i should try them tonight

Mr. C is gone for some fencing thing today, so it seemed like a good time for some more fairly easy onigirazu filled with things he doesn’t want to eat.

Tonight I decided to go with some Teriyaki Spam Onigirazu. I was originally considering some Spam Musubi, but the easier sandwich format was appealing tonight. Partly because this way kinda-sorta has veggies included, to pass better for a full meal. One of those days.

(One problem which maybe shouldn’t have been unforeseen: put slices of hot teriyaki glazed Spam on a plate, and you may need to carefully pry it off again with a butter knife. Oops. Maybe I should try reducing the sauce less next time, so it hopefully doesn’t set up like glue as it cools down…)

I did go ahead and put some bagged salad in one of them, but decided to try some kimchi with most of the juice squeezed out in the other one. The extra kimchi zing is even better to my taste tonight.

Some structural integrity problems from overstuffing, so good thing they’re in the plastic wrap 🙄 Tasty anyway. I still have half of each left for later, they’re filling enough.

A Week is a Long Time

Lin x Reader

Summary: Your parents are staying with you and Lin for a week and you’ve decided there will be no sex while they are there, that doesn’t sit well with Lin.

Warning, there will be sex, and swearing ahead.

I felt like I should chill with the sad fics because I’m just making everyone sad so, boom i naturally went to sin! 

Thanks to @hamiltonwrotetheother51 for reading this for me because I’ve never written smut before and she’s fantastic at it. Okay, I’ve finished my rant, enjoy.


“Hi guys!” You hugged both of your parents, stepping aside to help them with their bags, your mother with an excessive amount.
“Mom, you’re here for a week, is this really needed?” You laughed when your father rolled his eyes jokingly.
“Hush, I like to be prepared, you know that. Now where’s that handsome son-in-law of mine?” You shook your head but pointed her to where Lin was. You and your dad were left to grab the rest of the bags.
“Couldn’t get her to only bring 3 bags?”
“You know, I tried, and she just never listens to me.”

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Originally posted by pangguk


You hesitate outside your flat, the key poised near the lock. It’s been a long, difficult day at work and all you want to do is have a bath and sprawl out on the couch, but you don’t really want to go back in there. It was a bit like returning to the scene of a crime, wasn’t it?

The air was sure to be thick with some sort of lingering tension from last night’s fight with Taehyung. Or maybe it was you that the tension was lingering around, an invisible yet vivid reminder of what you said.

“Are you okay?” you had asked last night when he had come over. “You seem a bit tense?”

Tense wasn’t the word. There was something on his face that you weren’t used to seeing. Later that evening you would realize that it was thinly-veiled anger.

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Angst to fluff of bakugou/ izuku/ denki/ kirishimas insomniac s/o who, no matter what the fuck they do, just don't sleep and if they take meds they kick in to late and are half dead in class so the can't do anything about it. (This is happening to me rn fucking school dude)

((damn dude me n my insomniac ass feels u… im so sleepy my guy))

“[Name], are you fucking kidding me?” Bakugou snapped as your head hit the desk for the umpteenth time today. “If you’re gonna use medicine, it should at least work, right? I mean damn, is it really that bad?”
You rubbed your eyes, trying hopelessly to blink the sleep out of them. “I know, I know. I take it at night when I’m supposed to, but it doesn’t start to work until right about now. Maybe I should see if they do night classes here or something, that might work” you mumbled.
Bakugou folded his arms across his chest. “No. You being half-conscious all the damn time is pissing me off, so we’re gonna do it my way.”
“Oh really? How do you figure?”
“You’re gonna stay in my room tonight, and you’re gonna go the fuck to sleep and that’s that.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What makes you think you can make me sleep?”
“I don’t fucking know! Let’s watch a shitty movie! Listen to music! Hell, I’ll just hold you all night if I’ve gotta, just get some damn sleep!”
You felt your lips curl into a soft smile. “You? Cuddling with me all night? How could I turn that offer down?”
“Shut up!”


Izuku started with a gentle tap on your shoulder. When that didn’t work, a small shake. And when that failed, he poked your cheek. “[Name], lunch is almost over, you need to wake up.”
“Nnn… Izuku? Why’re you waking me up? I was sleeping so well.”
“Can you really not sleep at night at /all/? Why not take sleeping pills or something?”
“I do, but they don’t work when they need to, so I guess I’m stuck sleeping on a desk.”
“That sounds awful! Do you think it’s an internal thing, or is something wrong with your bed, or…?”
“Nah, I’m just a total insomniac. Not much I can do about it, just gotta deal, you know?”
Izuku looked at you with big eyes and a creased forehead, like he always did when he was worried. “I remember my mom gave me some weird spray or something to help with sleep before we moved into the dorms. I really have no use for it, would you like to borrow it? Or, uh, I think there’s that girl in class B with a sleep Quirk, maybe you could ask her to help? Or—”
You pressed a kiss onto his forehead, grinning when his cheeks turned pink. “I think I’d like to borrow that spray, if you don’t mind, Izuku. Thank you.”
You had to hold back a laugh watching him stumble over his own tongue. “A-anytime, [Name]. I want you to feel better, and that means sleep, right?”
“Hmmm, right. You’re right on that, Izuku.”

“So, that means I can sleep now, right?”
“No, class is still starting.”


“So then I told him that if he really thinks he could just — are you okay? Are you falling asleep again?”
“Wha? Shit, Kaminari, I’m sorry, it’s been real bad lately. Can’t sleep a wink except for when I need to be awake. What were you saying?”
“… [Name], I think this might be a problem. You can’t focus on anything during the day, and at night you’re just sitting at the kitchen table staring off into the distance.”
“Well, there’s not much I can really do about it, if the melatonin won’t work. I’m just gonna be awake, I guess.”
Kaminari quirked an eyebrow, signature half-smirk creeping onto his face. “Hey, I could come sleep with you, if you want, huh? You up for that?”
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at the fake-smooth expression on your boyfriend’s face. “Ah, all innuendo aside, that sounds great.”
“Really?!”
“Yeah! As in, actual sleeping. Like we just lay down and be quiet and just try to sleep, does that sound good?”
Despite your innocent request, Kaminari’s cheeks were softly glowing pink. “Er—I—Yeah! That sounds good! I’ll always be happy to keep you company, of course.”
“Haha, thanks babe.”
“…Plus your mattress is nicer, so…”
“Oh, fuck off.”

The “Straight” Roommate AU

I was asked to make this one long sooo. 

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The words, “Hi, roomie, before you get settled, you should know, I’m gay,” weren’t exactly the first words Nico expected to hear when he walked into his dorm freshman year. Regardless, those were the exact words out the blond, blue eyed, freckled boy he met at the end of summer. Followed by, “I’m Will, it’s nice to meet you.”

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Taco- Requested

@kimberlyofficial1“Can you do a Swazz imagine. Where you guys are friends with benefits. Then one day you see him with Madison and you think they have a thing. So you get pissed and start talking play flirting with jack G because he saw them too. And idk you make up the rest”


John plays with a piece of my hair. “You should wear it natural more often.” He pulls and then lets go, the dark curl springing back into place. I press my lips to his chest softly. 

“I’ll think about it” I say and rub his stomach lightly before sitting up. I reach for my phone to check the time. “I’ve got to go, Bud” I turn around as John begins to pout. I laugh and he reaches out for my torso, but can’t reach because he’s still laying down. 

“Stay” he whines and I shake my head playfully, putting my clothes back on. “You always have to leave” 

“It’s called having a normal job” I laugh, then go to check my makeup in his bathroom mirror. I put your hair up in a bun, slip my chelsea boots on, grab my coat and head for the door to his apartment. Just as I am about to slip out, I hear his sock padded feet approaching me. 

“Have a good time at your normal job” He smiles, stretching a hand back behind his back, then rubbing his eye. 

“Have a good time having a “meeting” with Nate” I chuckle. I know that they both worked hard, but I don’t know if it was still considered a business meeting if have the time was spent rolling and the members of the meeting lived together. I reach out to wave goodbye and Swazz grabs my hand, pulling me back in. He presses his full lips onto mine and then pulls away slowly. I smirk and get out a soft “bye” before stumbling out the door and walking out to my car to get to work. 

Swazz and I have been friends almost the entire time I have lived in LA. We are completely wrong for each other. He sleeps all day, stays up late, smokes, drinks hard liquor, and wants to be a playboy loner for as long as he can. I graduated near the top of my class from USC law school, wake up early, drink coffee, and now work for one of the top music law firms in the world. Despite all this, we have become pretty great friends. I motivate him to get his shit done and he reminds me to not be so uptight about everything. We met because he had become friends with my best friends from growing up, Jack J and Jack G. So I have known him and his friends for a little while now. 

On my 25th birthday, John had stayed late after my party and after cleaning up, we got high and slept together. Since then, we had been having casual sex about twice a week, agreeing that friends with benefits was our best option. Lately though, I had been staying at his place afterwords, he had been making me breakfast and holding me for longer when we were done having sex. I wasn’t sure if we could work as a couple, I usually dated stiff, white collar, Harvard Law types and he usually dated beach babes and models. 


All of this was still running through my mind when  I left work. It was Tuesday night, Taco night. Jack G and I have a tradition where I pick him up when I get out of work on Thursdays and we hit up a different Taco place in LA. It was his turn to pick the Taco stand this week. I pull up to his apartment and honk. In a matter of moments I see the giant smile that could only belong to my best friend. 

“Hey” He kisses me on the cheek and gets in my car. 

“Hey” I smile over at him. He hooks up the aux cord and tells me where we’re headed. G is probably my best friend. I can (and do) talk to him about everything. He’s one of the only reasons I made it through law school and is always reminding me how great I am. People always say we should date, but we went out towards  the beginning of knowing each other and it just felt weird. We have always been more like siblings. Sometimes, we make out when we’re drunk though and we have a pact to get married if we are single at 45. 

Tonight, he seems off. “What’s going on Babe? I say and look over at him. 

“What?” He looks up at me, clearly out of it. 

“You good?” I laugh. “Is it Madison or work?” I ask when he seems to check out again. 

“Madi’s been off recently. I think we’re growing apart.” He sighs. “I knew it was going to happen. She’s so much younger than I am and we’ve both been so busy.” 

“But you love her so much” I look over at him as we pull off the highway. 

“Yeah, I know. We’ll have to see if things get better or worse in the next couple weeks. No decisions have to be made right now” He runs a hand through his hair and starts giving me more specific instructions and eventually we pull up to the stand. 

“Wait” I say glancing at the cars in the lot. “Isn’t that Swazz’s car?” I point at the big black car Swazz has driven since the day I met him. 

“Yeah!” Jack says and we are about to get out of the car to go surprise him when I see him get out of the car with someone G recognizes in an instant. 

“Madison?” I tilt my head and look back over at G. “I didn’t realize they were close…” 

“Neither did I” Jack sounds defeated. Madison laughs at something John says and he throws an arm around  her waist. 

“We’re getting out of here” I say as I can feel my stomach in my throat. 

“Please” G says and turns back to get one more glance 


I haven’t answered any of John’s calls the past couple of days. He and Madison may not actually be hooking up or together, but the whole situation is freaking G and I out. He has been doing his best to stay normal with Madison and has been subtly trying to get to the bottom of things, but has had little luck so far. 

Tonight is Johnson’s birthday party, the first time I will have to see Swazz or Madison since the taco fiasco. I am so nervous. G invites me over to the Jack and Jack house to help set up for tonight’s party, a surprise for Johnson. 

I am hanging balloons and Jack is in the kitchen putting groceries away. “Maybe we should make them jealous, Babe” I call from the living room. 

“What?” Jack peaks his head out from the kitchen. 

“Nothing terrible, but just some heaving flirting, maybe a little petting… If they call us out, we can call them out. Plus I always think its funny when we flirt.” 

“Madison has still been acting weird… plus, I agree that its fun when we flirt” 

“Perfect” I sigh and finish with the decorations. 


That night, the party is packed. We get so many more than we were expecting. Johnson loves every second of it and we are all having such a good time. Skate raps a few verses, Sammy sings, G does a special cover just for him. Everything is going really well. As things wind down a little , G comes up behind me. “They’re here” he nods as Swazz pours himself a drink and Madison comes through the door. 

“You ready to turn on the heat, G?” I smile up at him. 

“When is it ever turned off, Mama?” He jokes, wiggling his eyebrows. I laugh loudly and throw my hands onto his chest. His arm falls to sit around my waist. We keep talking, but draw a little more attention to ourselves. Right when G leans in close to whisper something in my ear, I can feel Swazz behind me. 

“Y/N?” His arms are crossed. He seems tense

“Yeah?” I smirk as I turn away from G. He keeps his arms around my waist as I back up into his chest. 

John rolls his eyes. “Cut it out Y/N we all know that you and G would never be like this. You’re playing” 

“Why do you care, John? Why don’t you go get some tacos or something” I raise an eyebrow and nod over towards Madison. 

“How did you find out about that?” Swazz is confused and looks up at G who turns away. 

“Taco Tuesday!”

“Oh yeah. I forgot about that. What a coincidence. Well we were just getting tacos as friends. I promise.” I look in John’s eyes and know he means it. G can sense that I want to be alone with Swazz so he goes to talk to Madison. I hope they can patch things up. 

“So what’s up then, John? Why are you going to get taco’s with my best friend’s girlfriend?” I lean against the banister. 

“My sister has been having bouts of depression and anxiety because of body image and I know that Madison went through something similar a few years ago. So I called and ask if she wanted to talk. We’ve been meeting every now and then for a little while now. Last week, Jack must have left the menu or address for the stand out because that’s where she suggested we meet. I promise I am not interested in anyone but you.” He says, approaching me. 

When he talks about his sister I frown. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” But by the time he finishes I can’t help but smirk, “What was that last part?” I say looking up at him as he moves closer towards me. 

“I’m not interested in anyone but you” he says softly. 

“I like the sound of that.” I say and slip my hands up into his hair and he puts his hands on my waist. 

“So how about I take you on a real date sometime and you don’t flirt with G in front of me anymore.” 

“G and I are never going to stop flirting babe. But a date would be lovely and I could work on toning it down” I chuckle and bring my lips to his. 

He pulls away and looks back into my eyes “Fine, but only because I’m crazy about you and could take G in a fight for your hand”

“Woah woah woah, Buddy” I laugh “I know I’m the most incredible person you’ve ever met but we haven’t been on a date yet. No discussing my hand.” 

“Can I hold it then?” He says and slips his rough, warm hand around my smaller, soft one. 

“Damn, you’re smooth” I chuckle and lean against his shoulder. “Now let’s get out of here.” 


SORRY THAT GOT SO LONG

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The Haus kitchen seemed as good a place as any to start.

Bitty had sympathy-baked pies for the team; blueberry, peach, and cherry cooled in a line down the counter. The whole room was still pleasantly warm from the oven and the Haus smelled the way heaven might, if heaven had been inspired by a Southern Living magazine.

Dex was more calm than Nursey had seen him in at least a week, curled up on the toxic couch, legs folded underneath him as read the textbook in his lap. His clothes were worn in just the right way to stretch perfectly over his body, like some kind of catalog ad. Dex muttered something to himself, eyebrows squishing together as he underlined something in his book. It was objectively adorable, and Nursey could admit to that. 

It didn’t change the fact that he needed to take time off to relax and, just maybe, pull the stick out of his ass.

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The Terminal, Ch. VI


Heart, cover your tracks -
The blood that you spill
Will wash what you lack.

The subway was almost empty so late in the night. It rattled along like a stray dog with its rickety ribs clamouring together as it itched its way through the almost empty neighbourhoods. The city was a city of almost’s. The city was almost asleep, almost awake, almost clean, almost dirty, almost alive, almost dead, almost quiet, almost deafening. Clarke leaned her head against the window and almost felt her clinical hours ending.

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We took our chances, for maybe we could start something new. Wheels kept on rolling—it never stopped so was the wishes kept wished. You told me stories like I never knew what it’s all about.

”Sorry, I knew I must’ve stayed—you really don’t have to say you love me, but I should. You were always mine, you were my heart.”

I stood still. Recalling what it feels like to be whole. After all the gaps you mistakenly created. You took them away with you and now you’re trying to fill them up with me; like hollow blocks similarly diverted into broken hills.

But maybe, tonight’s just not the right night. We mumbled like nothing was ever mattered. This was only the chances we tried to fix, and I believe that it’s okay if we failed once again. These seconds we both spared about the past minutes of silence—we survived without the arms of each other. We took our meals completely with the absence of one another. We created bubbles that replaced the gap made by the strings we cut out.

“I’m glad you haven’t stayed that much. You knew how much I loved you even after we took the separations. I was always yours, of course, but my heart will always be with me.”

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*** This ended up a lot longer than I intended, my head just kept going. My bad. (Maybe)***

“Their parties are great, you should come with me. They’re not too crazy but you’ll definitely remember it.” “I don’t know…what if your ex sees me? I’m in their territory, I don’t really feel like getting jumped by 30 bikers.” “He dumped me. He won’t be upset at you. Please, just come with me. I miss them and I know you’ll have fun.”

You had spent the last 20 minutes trying to convince your friend to go with you to a SAMCRO party tonight. You hadn’t been to the clubhouse in a month. After Chibs had broken up with you, you stayed away. Not that you were trying to get away from the guys, they were still your family, but you just didn’t want to see Chibs. You’d been together for quite some time and things were starting to get dangerous when he’d told you he wanted you to go to Tacoma with Happy. You’d told him no, that you didn’t want to leave and go somewhere that you only knew one person. You’d argued and argues, neither one of you caving and as a result, he decided to break up. 

His plan was to leave you and then get back with you once things had cleared up but it had backfired on him. You’d told him that you loved him and that you would do what he said and stay on lockdown but he didn’t want you associated with the club at all, at least not in this state. You’d told him that if he went through with this, that you wouldn’t take him back. He’d thought that you had been blowing smoke up his ass but he had learned that was not the case when he called you and told you that everything had cleared up. You told him you were glad and then hung up the phone.

Then you’d met this guy Martin. He wasn’t your boyfriend but he wasn’t just your friend. You’d been on a couple dates. He was awkward, clean-shaven and proper which was nearly the exact opposite of Chibs and not really your type but you needed to get your mind off of him. While Chibs was sweet, he could be very aggressive and brute, you’d learned that when he so readily left you. Martin was different. He spoiled you, gave you everything and anything you wanted. You never asked for material things, just his time and he was more than happy to give that to you. With Chibs, you were always counting down the seconds until your time with him would get cut short due to club business.

Jax and Juice both had called you a couple days before and he expressed how much they missed their friend and wanted you to come by for the party on Friday. You’d asked if it was ok if you brought a friend and they’d said along as it wasn’t a cop, you could bring whoever you wanted.
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You pulled into the lot with Martin, an area for the fight already set up and people everywhere drinking and having a good time. You smiled as you saw them, this was what you considered your home. Martin on the other hand looked nervous. You grabbed his hand and walked up to the clubhouse, Tig seeing you and immediately making his way to you. “About damn time. I missed you baby.” You felt Martin tense beside you and he squeezed your hand. You squeezed back and let go, meeting Tig and hugging him, his arms around your as he put his mouth to your ear and whispered. “Is that the asshole keeping you away from us?” You laughed and whispered back. “I kept myself away. I needed time.”

Tig was unconvinced but nodded anyways, pulling away from you and looking at Martin. They looked at each other for a couple seconds before Tig turned back to you. “Let’s go inside, the guys want you.” Martin didn’t miss the underlying meaning that Tig used but he didn’t know it was only to annoy him.

Walking into the clubhouse, everything was the way you remembered it and you missed it. You couldn’t lie, this is where you knew you belonged but you didn’t want to see Chibs just yet so you stayed away but it felt good to be back. Juice saw you and came over, hugging you and talking to you but ignoring Martin entirely when you felt someone come up behind you and a hand on your hip. You were ready to turn around and push whoever it was away until you heard their voice. "Hey there Darlin’.“ You turned to see Jax with a smirk on his face. “Nice of you to come home.” You rolled your eyes and hugged him. You knew they were all being this way to piss off Martin, make sure he knew he wasn’t welcome without kicking him out and that you definitely weren’t his.

Jax looked to Martin and nodded at him. “Sup.” “Hi. You her friend?” “Yeah, you could say that.” He smirked at Martin and you slowly began to get a little annoyed at how suggestive they were being and asked Jax if he could get you a drink.
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Chibs was sitting at the bar sulking, the same way as he’d been for the whole month when Jax came up to him. “Guess who’s here.” “Who?” “Your girl.” “Very funny Jackie. Fuck off.” “I’m serious, she’s over there talking to Tig.” Chibs turned and was shocked to see you there. He was even more shocked, and pissed, to see you there with a guy he knew must’ve came with you, his hand on your back. It was obvious that he was trying to show you were with him and Chibs felt his blood boiling. He stood from the stool and walked towards you, Jax smirking and following him.

You were talking to Tig about how Piney was when you felt someone stand next to you and saw it was Chibs. You simply turned and ignored him, focusing on Tig again. “How’ve you been?” “Fine.” “And who’s this?” Martin stuck his hand out. “I’m Martin.” Chibs looked down at his hand before looking him in the eyes, not returning the handshake. Martin pulled his hand back awkwardly. “What are you doing here?” “Oh, uh. I came with her.” “Is that right?” Chibs was smiling but you knew him well enough to know that it was entirely fake.

“I need to speak with you.” You continued to ignore him but Tig stopped talking and looked at him, so did you. “Maybe later.” “It’s important.” Chibs spoke in a low voice through gritted teeth and you decided to just hear him out and get it over with. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“What do you think you’re doing?” “I think I’m here hanging out with my family, or trying to anyways.” “I mean what are you doing with that shithead.” “He’s my boyfriend.” It was a lie but you saw the anger flash in his eyes and you had to admit, it felt good to piss him off after the stunt he had pulled. He grabbed your arms and leaned you against the counter in the kitchen, holding you in front of him. “No. He’s not. I am.” “Not anymore. You dumped me remember?” “I did it to keep you safe! I knew you weren’t going to leave on your own, you’re too damn stubborn.” “You said you wanted to make me your Old Lady one day.” “I do.” “Well how am I supposed to be a good Old Lady if you ship me off every time shit hits the fan? I can’t learn to handle the club if you never left me see what it really is.” With that you walked out of the kitchen and back to the guys. Chibs stared after you and pulled out his phone and calling Juice, telling him what he needed him to do.
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You saw Juice answer his phone before agreeing with whatever the person said and hung up. He turned to you. “Hey, Gemma wants to see you. She’s over in the TM office doing paper work. Go see her.” You nodded and told Martin you would be right back. Juice smiled as you walked away and leaned towards Martin. “So. You her boyfriend?” “Uh, not really. We’ve just been on a couple dates.” “So you’re ok with sharing her then.” Martin looked at Juice confused. “Sharing her? I thought they broke up.” “Yeah, they did. But we didn’t.” Juice motioned to himself and Jax, Tig and Happy who had strolled up, not wanting to miss anything. Martin looked around at the guys who all had the same predatory looks, Jax speaking up after picking up on what Juice was doing. “She’s ours too. He just had a claim on her, got the title of boyfriend. He beat us too her but she still belongs to us too.”

Martin’s eyes widened as he realized what they meant. “Wait…you guys like ‘share’ share her?” “Yep. And tonight she’s his so you might as well just go home, wait your turn.” Juice pointed over to Hap with his thumb and Martin gulped as he saw the way Happy looked at him. “And I ain't sharing on my night.” Martin looked around at everyone’s faces and his paled. “Actually, I think I’ll just move on. That’s not uh, you guys can have her. It’s alright.” With that, he quickly got up and rushed out of the clubhouse, all of the guys busting out laughing. They knew you’d be pissed but that was ok.

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Speak Your Mind

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Pairings:  N/A

Triggers:  N/A

Important Stuff:  Inspired by this quote.

Summary:  “You know, some people say it’s the quietest people who have the loudest minds.” Reborn could read minds. This wasn’t a particular secret that he hid. It wasn’t his fault no one really believed him. Meeting Tsunayoshi was… fascinating.

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“You know, some people say it’s the quietest people who have the loudest minds.”

Reborn could read minds. This wasn’t a particular secret that he hid. After all, whenever people screeched about how could Reborn possibly know about that, Reborn always truthfully answered that he could read minds.

It wasn’t his fault no one really believed him.

So, Reborn could read minds. It was a useful skill to have. Very few people actually said what was on their mind, pretending to be people they weren’t, using a smile to hide what they were really feeling. It made his job much easier, without having to resort to digging for information with the likes of torture or the potential of alerting his target.

Minds were fickle things. His ability wasn’t infallible. Some people’s bias colored their thoughts, assumptions twisted them more. Others had learned, subconsciously, how to keep their thoughts private. Artists were a treat to find, the burst of creativity they held was like listening to a beautiful symphony. Some people were loud with their thoughts, shouting and raging at the world. Some people were quiet as if they barely dare to think such a thought.

Meeting Tsunayoshi was… fascinating.

Reborn wasn’t expecting much when Nono requested him for this job. Reports told him of the quiet shy boy who didn’t have any friends, had a crush on a school idol, clumsy, and not very bright. His observations of Tsuna more or less confirmed the reports. But that all changed upon Reborn walking through the front door.

Tsunayoshi’s mind was loud. It was frantic and desperate and for a quick moment Reborn assumed this was the result of not speaking his mind when he wanted to. Part of it was, Tsuna was largely ignored by everyone. No one wanted to hear his thoughts and opinions. But the other part…

Tsuna’s mind was inquisitive, creative, and rather bright.

‘I wished Hibari-senpai would take notice to what Mochida-senpai is doing. Kyoko-chan only puts up with Mochida’s advances because she doesn’t have the power to actually stop him. Her oblivious airhead act is more of a defense whenever Hana can’t stop them.’

'This is stupid, Gokudera! Why are we fighting?! Reborn spent all day yesterday telling me the only reason why I’m the Decimo Candidate is because I’m the last blood heir. That would imply something is tied to blood otherwise they would have picked a more competent person to be the next Decimo instead of a stupid clumsy civilian kid!’

'Why are you asking me, Yamamoto? I’m Dame-Tsuna. The best advice I have is the same advice everyone keeps telling me, try harder. It hasn’t worked for me, but maybe it will work for you.’

'Lambo is having nightmares again. I should offer to let him sleep with me tonight.’

Tsuna’s thoughts didn’t match his outward reactions. Not even the slightest. They were loud, projecting his thoughts. They were intuitive, a rare insight, that Reborn didn’t think Tsuna had. There was an understanding of people, especially the more he got to know them, the quiet observations.

There was the way where Tsuna kept peace, trying to maintain a certain status quo and going with what everyone else wanted. There was the way Tsuna feebly protested, trying to express himself but ultimately failing, expecting people not to listen. Something his friends accidentally reinforced with the way Gokudera disregards Tsuna’s half heard pleas not to be addressed as Juudaime.

There was the way he belittled himself. A lifetime of bullying and neglect left him with such a negative impact on his thoughts. Reborn heaped on as much direct and forward praise as he could, trying to foster and stabilize Tsuna’s sense of self.

It wasn’t working. Tsuna grew more comfortable, could easily call Gokudera and Yamamoto friends, but he still wasn’t expressing himself, his thoughts or feelings. Tsuna didn’t dare express his opinions, which was why after the fifth time this week that they had ended up in Takesushi, and Tsuna with a plate of tako nigiri that Tsuna didn’t even like, Reborn had enough.

So, Reborn tried a different method.

'Why am I have such a hard time with math? This is so irritating. It always has been.’

Reborn sat Tsuna down and slowly explained the math problems to him, patiently repeating as Tsuna struggled to understand. No bombs, no bullets, no pressure.

Tsuna looked at him warily, unsure of what Reborn was doing. 'Reborn is acting weird.’

Reborn mentally snorted. That was possibly the first time Tsuna’s thoughts matched his outward reactions.

Slowly, Reborn forged confidence into Tsuna, becoming the support that Tsuna had desperately needed. If Tsuna wouldn’t express what he truly needed or wanted, then Reborn would simply have to abuse his ability to the fullest extent and fill in the missing holes. In return, Tsuna relaxed, releasing a certain tension Reborn hadn’t even noticed that he was carrying. Reborn took an extra step and started pounding the lesson of observation into each of the Guardians. If Tsuna wouldn’t speak his mind, then he would teach his Guardians to become near mind readers because anything less would get them killed.

Reborn considered it a success when one day out of the blue, Gokudera stopped referring to Tsuna as Juudaime and only as Tsuna-sama. Followed by the time when Hibari stopped mid-fight and dragged Tsuna off to Ryohei before proceeding to clean the school out of Tsuna’s bullies. Or even the time, Yamamoto had asked Tsuna where they should eat and didn’t let Tsuna deflect him with 'wherever you want’ answers. They could be taught to hear what their boss wasn’t saying.

One morning, Reborn walked into the kitchen to find Tsuna at the counter, oddly focused. As he sat down at the table, Reborn caught one of Tsuna’s more quieter thoughts.

'Thank you, Reborn for always hearing my thoughts.’

Reborn looked at his student’s back. As always Tsuna’s thoughts didn’t match his outward reaction. In fact, Reborn wasn’t sure Tsuna even knew he was in the kitchen, not with the way Tsuna was so focused.

“Tsuna,” Reborn called out.

Tsuna turned, a cup of espresso in hand. “Reborn,” Tsuna said. Sliding the cup over, Tsuna took a seat across from him.

Reborn accepted the cup, taking a sip. Exactly how he liked it. He looked back at Tsuna, probing at Tsuna’s thoughts.

“Thank you,” Tsuna said, repeating his thoughts. There was knowing reflected in his brown eyes. 'No one was interested in hearing my thoughts, but you always do and you don’t ignore them.’

It wasn’t a secret that Reborn could read minds, but no one had ever believed it before. Despite his ability, somewhere along the way, Tsuna had made the shift from a skeptical joke to full belief. Fascinating. It seemed even after almost a year of knowing each other, Tsuna was still capable of surprising him. Reborn grinned as he took another sip of the espresso.

“You’re welcome, Tsuna.”

You’re Under Arrest

Pairing: Shownu x Wonho

Genre: SMUT

Summary: Shownu and Wonho are home alone and decide to get kinky/ Pink officer uniforms BDSM? handcuffs? pink briefs? orgasm denial? daddy kink? PURE FUCKING SMUT I CANNOT EVEN

This was inspired late at night and from the pink officer uniforms they wore. I have sinned so bad…

THIS IS BOY X BOY SMUT SO IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ IT PLEASE DON’T AND DON’T LEAVE NEGATIVE COMMENTS.

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Shownu and Wonho were in the dorm, chillin on the couch watching a movie while the rest of the members were out eating dinner and watching a movie. The two of them decided to stay in and rest for tomorrow’s practice. Shownu walked over to the couch, carrying a bowl of popcorn over to Wonho and plopped down next to him.

Wonho looked over at Shownu and studied his jawline and his broad shoulders. Drinking in every flawless feature of his face and blushing at the sudden thought of having him dominate his body. The wifebeater showing off his muscles and his sweatpants hanging off his hips loosely, the way his dark hair fell over his eyes. Wonho couldn’t stop from thinking of Shownu all over him and wanting to just rip off all their clothes and take him right then and there on the couch. He felt his boner poking through his shorts and bounced his knee nervously, biting his lip.

“Hyung…”

“Hmm.”

Wonho leaned in close to his ear. “I want you.”

Shownu dropped the bowl and looked at Wonho shocked.

“What?” he asked, quickly cleaning up the popcorn and placing it on the coffee table.

“Hyung…” he traced circles on Shownu’s chest. “It’s been a while. I don’t mind hiding our relationship from everyone but I want some love from time to time to know that you still love me.” he pouted.

“You know I still love you.” Shownu said, leaning down into his neck. “I love you very much.” he kissed his neck gently and placed more kisses until he got to Wonho’s sweet spot, just behind his jaw and his ear.

Wonho was getting impatient but he told himself to enjoy all the time they have tonight since the guys won’t be back till later at night. Shownu got on top of Wonho and laid him back on the couch till he got a better angle at his neck. Soon he became a moaning mess and was tugging at Shownu’s wife beater to take it off. He got the hint and took it off, going back to Wonho’s neck and working his way down his chest. Wonho whimpered when Shownu’s breath ghosted over his highly sensitive nipples.

“I never told you this, but I really like your new piercings, Hoseok.”

That turned Wonho on even more. “Hyung, I wanna try something new tonight.”

“Anything for you Baby Boy.”

“You know those pink uniforms we wore for Sistar’s MV?”

He nodded.

“Well I wanna roleplay with them. We can do that good cop, bad cop thing and maybe handcuff each other?”

Shownu chuckled softly at the thought, his breath sending chills down Wonho’s back. He brought his face close to Wonho’s, “Should I be the good cop or bad?” he smirked.

Wonho smiled and lead him to their shared room. They found their uniforms and got dressed quickly. Shownu ran back to the living room and laid down on the couch all sexy, twirling his baton.

“Are you ready?” Wonho called out.

“Yeah.”

Wonho walked in with nothing but his pink pants, black combat boots, and pink police hat. Shownu dropped his baton in mid twirl and his jaw dropped. Wonho was all oiled up and glistening, and had his handcuffs in between his teeth.

“Wow.”

“You like it Baby?” he winked. Wonho swayed his hips and turned around, showing off his proudest asset. Shownu sat back, resting his arms on the back of the couch and enjoying the view. Wonho turned on some sexy music to set the mood and dimmed the light. Shownu whistled, making Wonho blush.

“Damn… it should be illegal to be that sexy.”

Wonho walked over and straddled Shownu’s waist. “It’s all for you Officer Big Daddy.”

Shownu trailed his hands down to Wonho’s firm ass and grabbed a handful of each cheek, making Wonho jump.

“You’ve been bad, haven’t you? Don’t you know what we do with criminals like you?”

Wonho shook his head.

Shownu leaned into his ear and whispered, “Unspeakable things.”

“Can you show me?”

“Tell you what, you do something for me and I’ll let you off with a warning.”

Wonho bit his lip and got off his lap. He turned on “Pony” by Ginuwine. Wonho started dancing slowly and did body rolls. He moved his hips sinfully and started touching down this chest. He reached for his belt buckle and undid it, pulling the belt out slowly. Shownu watched carefully, taking in every inch of Wonho. He walked over and straddled Shownu’s lap again, body rolling and riding his thigh. Shownu placed his hands on his hips and pulled him closer.

“I have a warrant to search your body.” he whispered.

Wonho bit his lip and took Shownu’s hands, placing them on his chest and dragging them down slowly. Shownu grabbed Wonho’s hand and stuck one finger in his mouth, sucking it slowly and pulling it out with a pop.

“Fuck… take me now Daddy.”

“Not yet Baby.” Shownu kissed his abdomen up to his nipple piercings and took one his mouth, licking it over and over till it was highly sensitive. He bit it gently and then latched onto the other one, making it red and puffy. Wonho became a moaning mess from the teasing Shownu was doing. Shownu undid the button of Wonho’s pants and zipped them down. He took note that he was wearing the tight pink boxer briefs that made Shownu go crazy because his ass looked amazing in them.

“Just for me Baby Boy?”

“Always Daddy.” he winked.

Wonho took his pants off quickly and modeled the briefs for Shownu. Shownu did the same and stripped down till he was in black briefs.

“Get on your knees.” Shownu instructed.

Wonho obeyed and got on his knees, looking up at him.

“Take care of Daddy.”

Without a second thought, Wonho pulled down his briefs and took ahold of his cock in his hand. He licked the head of the cock and kissed gently down the shaft. Wonho took the cock into his mouth and bobbed his head up and down, looking up at Shownu with puppy eyes.

“Good boy.” Shownu hummed.

Wonho moaned and took it in further down his throat. Shownu grabbed a fistful of his hair and face fucked Wonho until his cheeks turned red.

“Yeah. You like it when I fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?”

Wonho nodded and held onto Shownu’s hips.

Before Shownu could cum in his mouth, he pulled out and pulled Wonho up to his feet. He kissed him, tasting himself on Wonho’s lips.

“I need to do a strip search. Everything else off.” Shownu said.

Wonho nodded and shimmied his perfect ass cheeks out of the pink briefs and got rid of the rest of the wardrobe except for the handcuffs. He gave them to Shownu and waited for the next instructions. Shownu handcuffed Wonho’s hands behind his back and pushed him onto the couch.

Shownu sat down and patted his thighs. “Come here Baby Boy.”

Wonho sat down in his lap and immediately Shownu stuck a finger in his hole. Wonho yelped from the sudden pain, burying his face in Shownu’s shoulder. Wonho whimpered quietly.

“What’s wrong Baby Boy?” Shownu asked, sticking his finger deeper inside Wonho.

“Ahh! Daddy… more…”

Shownu stuck 2 more fingers in and fingered him slowly. Wonho was frustrated that he couldn’t hold onto Shownu because of the handcuffs. He started rutting against Shownu’s thigh to relieve some of the built up tension he had. Shownu stopped him and spread his ass wider. Shownu took out his fingers and pushed them past Wonho’s lips. He licked them eagerly and spit on them when he took them out. Shownu fingered him again and made sure his tight hole was ready for him. Lifting Wonho up with such ease, he aligned himself right at his entrance and let Wonho sink down on him.

“Ahhh! Fuck!”

“Shhh… be quiet or the chief will hear us.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Now you know what to do Baby Boy.”

Wonho asked him to take the handcuffs off. Shownu complied and took them off, only to bring Wonho’s hands to the front and handcuff them again. Wonho rested his palms on Shownu’s chest while he lifted himself up and back down on Shownu’s cock. He built up a steady rhythm.Wonho bounced his ass so smoothly, they were both a hot, moaning mess. Once Wonho was comfortable riding Shownu, Shownu thrusted up into him, earning a soft cry from him. Shownu kept thrusting up into him until he felt himself reach his high.

“Cum for me Daddy. I want it.” Wonho moaned and bit his ear gently.

Shownu couldn’t help it, he came at the sound of his voice. Wonho moaned loudly and held onto Shownu, enjoying this moment.

Wonho got off of Shownu after a few seconds and curled up on the couch. Shownu grabbed the handcuffs on Wonho and readjusted it to Wonho being handcuffed to the arm of the couch. He got up and started walking away to his room.

“Where are you going?”

Shownu looked at Wonho and smirked.

“I’m gonna interrogate the suspect. The bad cop will be with you in a moment.”

Wonho blushed and relaxed on the couch. A moment later, Shownu came back with a vibrator in his hand. Wonho got embarrassed.

“Be a good boy and this will be over.” he winked.

Shownu pried Wonho’s legs apart and lifts them up enough to push the vibrator into his hole. Wonho put his legs down and looked at Shownu with big puppy eyes. He turned on the vibrator at a low setting, sending a tingling sensation through Wonho’s body.

“ahhhhh… Hyung.”

“What did you call me?” Shownu asked, turning the vibrator up higher.

“Fuck! Daddy! Too much!”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.”

“Daddy, no…”

Shownu disregarded all of his pleas and turned it up higher. Wonho was squirming around underneath him. He was moaning loudly and his breath came out in quick, loud puffs of air. Shownu enjoyed this too much. He kissed down Wonho’s chest and he took one of his nipples in his mouth, biting it gently. Wonho’s eyes teared up from all this pleasure and he was restricted to do anything.

“Daddy, I can’t hold on any longer.” wonho whined, biting lip.

Shownu pulled out the vibrator out of him and wonho groaned at the absence of it. Shownu undid the cuffs from the couch and handcuffed Wonho’s hands behind his back again. Wonho was lying on his stomach on the couch and his ass hanging over the couch. Shownu grabbed Wonho’s cheeks and spread them wide. He licked a striped up his hole. Wonho cried out from pleasure. Shownu began eating him out, leaving Wonho a sweaty, hot mess calling for him.

“Please officer, no more… Daddy no more teasing…” he whispered.

Shownu kissed his tight, pink hole that was now swollen before aligning himself and pushing in. He pinned Wonho’s hands above his head and started bucking into him hard. Wonho buried his face in the cushions to suppress the moaning. Shownu pulled Wonho’s hair back, arching his back. Wonho winced in pain. Shownu pulled him off the couch and had him face down ass up on the floor. Shownu grabbed Wonho’s hips and fucked him till he was crying and begging for Shownu to let him cum. Shownu propped Wonho up on all fours. He leaned on top of his back, face near his ear.

“how bad do you want it Baby Boy?”

“Daddy please I’m begging you.” he cried.

“From the sound of it, you’re rather fond of my teasing.” Shownu smirked, pressing further into him, hitting it from the back at just the right angle.He pulled Wonho’s hair back, wanting to see his pretty face.

Wonho was on the verge of tears. “Please… please let me–”

“Not yet. I’ll tell you when you can.”

“But, Daddy… I was a good boy… “

“Not yet, Baby Boy. Daddy will tell you when you can.”

Shownu left a trail of kisses down his back. Wonho whimpered, wanting this to be over because he can’t take this torture anymore. Just then, Shownu grabbed a hold of Wonho’s cock and gave it a few tugs to ease his discomfort. Shownu pumped his shaft a few times before finally feeling his own high come close. The sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing was heard through the whole dorm. Shownu was finally let Wonho have it. He started pounding him roughly, wonho crying from it all.

Shownu grabbed him by the neck and whispered in his ear. “What’s my name?”

“Hyunwoo…”

Shownu bit his ear harshly. “What’s my name?”

“Hyunwoo!”

“Louder.”

“Hyunwoo!!”

“Louder!” Shownu smacked Wonho’s ass hard, making him yelp.

“HYUNWOO! FUCK!”

“You like it when I fuck you like this? Huh?”

“YES DADDY!”

“Tell me, who’s ass does this belong to?”

“Yours! Only Yours!”

“Let the world know who’s ass this belongs to.”

“Son Hyunwoo!”

“Have you learned your lesson?” he grunted as he rubbed Wonho’s cock harder in his hand.

“Yes Daddy! Oh fuck! Oh you fuck me so good!”

“No one fuck you like I can, got it?” he growled in his ear.

“ONLY YOU! FUCK! DADDY I’M GONNA–”

“Oh fuck!”

Wonho was screaming how good it was and panting so hard. Shownu fucked Wonho through his whole climax, filling him deep with his semen, and pulled out when it was over. Wonho came all over Shownu’s hand and his own stomach. Even after Shownu pulled out, Wonho was still leaking from his climax. They both dropped to the floor next to each other. Shownu pulled Wonho close to his chest, sweaty bodies getting tangled together.

“Now that… was worth everything I went through.” Wonho panted.

“Wanna go for round 2 in the shower? I wanna leave that pretty little hole of your black and blue tonight.”

“What are we waiting for then?” Wonho said, getting up eagerly and pulling Shownu up with him to the bathroom.

“You think you can handle it Hoseok?”

“For you, I can handle anything… Daddy.”

BTS react to you being shy around them

IT’S SO CUTE AND FUNNY (I think ^^)

This is another reaction classic I’d say :* It’s all different situations, you as their partner/crush/friend/fan… because I really wanted to make it a bit more varied than usually~

Thanks for 300+ followers! <33 And now: please enjoy it well~ Al eonni sends all her love to BTS and A.R.M.Y.!

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Jin: *tries to ease your shyness by playing cute little jokes*

“[Playing around] Hello? Is that 911? We have an emergency here: My girlfriend is too shy to hug me! What do you recommend I should do? What? Tickle her? Do you think that’ll loosen her up? Okay, I’ll try that then, thank you very much~” [tickle attack ensues] 

Originally posted by bangtanmemess

Suga: *You don’t know each other well yet, but Yoongi has noticed that you seem to stare at the ground and try to hide whenever you meet him on the street.Yoongi tries his best to give you a friendly image by waving tentatively from afar. After all, he’s just as nervous as you, always wondering how he could make you feel less intimidated by him so he would finally be able to start a conversation with you*

Originally posted by exoandbtsarelifereactions

Rap Monster: *You are being shy at a fansign, so Namjoon gives you a really sincere look, the kind of look that you would give your future mother-in-law when introducing yourself to the family*

“Hey, don’t be shy around me, okay? I’m just a normal person. It was your dream to meet us today, right? Well, BTS also dream about meeting friendly A.R.M.Y. like you. So please look up at least once so we can make a nice memory together, okay?~” 

Originally posted by woopyun

J-Hope: why is this gif so pretty WHYYYYYY  *You are shyly sitting next to Hoseok on your first date, all the while thinking that you might say or do something wrong, fidgeting with the handbag and not daring to look into his face*  

“______, I never noticed how cute you are when you’re shy! But can you look up at me? There’s nothing to be afraid of, I’m the same as always~ I’d really like to see you being comfortable around me, so please don’t be scared of anything.”

Originally posted by yoongistae

Jimin: *A friend of his saw him talking to you from afar, and noticed how uncomfortable you seemed to feel during the conversation. Afterwards, said friend informs Jimin about his observation*

“[Feels really guilty] Oh my god…I never knew that ______ is feeling so uncomfortable talking to me. I noticed that they were being shy but…maybe they’re a bit intimidated by me. I’ll try to talk them out of being scared of me. There’s really nothing to be afraid of, I like them so much and they should be able to feel comfortable around me.”

Originally posted by baebsaes

V: *BTS takes you clubbing with them when Taehyung notices that you are feeling too shy to let go on the dance floor. So he comes over to you, and tries to shout over the music that you can relax and that there’s no need to feel shy*

“______, don’t hesitate to dance! It’s not about looking good tonight, it’s about having fun!! Do you see any of the members do a choreography right now? No, of course you don’t! See, Jin hyung’s over there trying to impress girls with his traffic dance~ So just try to let go and dance with me! [insert adorkable Taehyung moves]”

Originally posted by imemegines

Jungkook: *is being a brat and teasing you about it, so eventually you’ll have to laugh about yourself and forget about your shyness*

“So I really make you shy? Really? Even with a face like this [pulls face]? Or like this [pulls another one]? C’mon, _______, is that what makes you shy? No? I thought so~ [laughs with you]”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

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Gif is mine

DRUNK GIBBS WHERE YOU BUTT DIAL HIM AND HE THINKS YOURE IN TROUBLE SO HE TURNS UP ON YOUR DOORSTEP AND THEN A GUY APPEARS BEHIND YOU AND GIBBS SAYS IM BETTER FOR YOU THAN HIM AND YOU KNOW IIIIIIIIIIIIT. 

Requested by Anon~


Finally, you and your date were about to kiss. After a few glasses of wine and some laughter, the moment was perfect. Except for the explosion of bangs against your door. You both jumped in surprise, and inwardly, you sighed. Who could that be?

The banging didn’t stop until you opened the door. Gibbs was standing on your doorstep. The collar of his shirt was crooked and his hair was astray. The way he nearly fell over by just standing up straight told you at once that he was pretty wasted. “Gibbs, what the hell are you-”

“You called me.” He stated, and the sloppy way he spoke sounded so foreign to you. Yeah, he was pretty drunk. “Gut told me you were in trouble. I had a feeling…”

“Your gut is full of bourbon, Gibbs. Maybe you should go back home?” At that time, your date slowly came up behind you, curious as to who interrupted the evening.

Gibbs’ eyes trailed up to them, his eyebrows furrowed and shoulders now squared. “Are you on a date?”

With a heavy sigh, you shifted from one foot to the other. This was pretty awkward. “I’m trying to be…”

“Why?” Gibbs spat. “I was free tonight; you could’ve come over to my house. Ya know I like you there. Would’ve had a better time.” At the end of his sentence, Gibbs had to raise a hand and steady himself against your doorway, trying to focus his eyes on you.

And even you had to admit that maybe, he was right.

Two-Face (Lay x Reader)

Request/er: Lay smut / Anonymous

Written By: Admin T.Pot

Characters: Lay x You

Summary: Of course Yixing is sweet and nice, but just cause he’s sweet and nice, doesn’t mean he’s not a guy. He still has his needs, but he wants to treasure his girlfriend. Protect her until marriage. Y/N, on the other hand is very outgoing. But just cause she’s outgoing, doesn’t mean she’s experienced.

A/N: OH GAWD TT You all have to bear with my horrible smut writing again;;; IT’S A REQUEST TT and since the anon wants it like the Sehun one;; then I guess I have to write it TT so here it is !! I’m not sure how similar you want it to be anon;; it’s quite similar;; aaand !! I hope you’re happy anon !! I had to rip my hair out to write this … I literally dedicated a day of just EXO smut reading;; it was my way of studying… PLUS YOU WANT YIXING ??? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD THIS WAS ?? I mean Sehun’s was okay cause he’s a chunk of mad sexy but Yixing is my pure little baby TT I’ve dirtied him in this one shot;; don’t hate me guys;;

Word Count: 4030

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I might reply to some more things tonight but I might just get lost in youtube videos. I’ll try to work through them tomorrow night after work. If I owe you a starter, you should probably remind me if I haven’t written it yet. Uhm, if you’re curious about a thread we’ve got going on that I havent replied to, maybe just message me. I’m a little scatterbrained these days. I think I have everything but who fucking knows. 

Uhm.

ps. I just wanted to comment on how quality my rp partners have been. like fucking ACES. I love you all. You’re the reason I’m still doing this indie thing.

pps. might make icons tomorrow ????

ppps maybe??????

pppps go to bed sarah.

hopelesslydevotedshipping  asked:

An answer to your question, yes, you should write it. Pretty, pretty please! I promise to send you buckets full of warm thoughts, if you do. (I'll send them to you probably anyways, but reading the story would probably make them a lot warmer.)

Haha, ok! I’ll write it :)

Going to try and get on my laptop tonight and get it written up and posted. It’s not going to be /exactly/ like the prompts listed, but pretty close!

Maybe a little tweak here and there:

Blaine’s still does adult modeling, but he needs to update his website with new “candid” stuff. (Gotta keep the fans fed and happy.)

So he has his crew come over to the apartment he shares with his annoying (but god he’s gorgeous) roommate, Kurt, in attempt to get some shots taken before the other man gets home and finds out about his secret side job…

Well, sometimes, plans change, because Kurt gets home early from his study date with Mercedes and walks in on Blaine soaped up head to toe in Kurt’s brand new bottle of peach scented body wash.

Silence. No body blinks nor breathes.

His wits coming back to him, the shock of seeing his roommates broad sun kissed chest for the first time (Can I lick it? Would that be ok???) Kurt shakes his head back to reality and yells at the shorter man, “IS THAT /MY/ BRAND NEW BOTTLE OF BODY-WASH YOURE WASTING?!” Completely forgetting about the crew staring wide eyed at him.

Getting up out of the tub and telling the others to please give kurt and himself 5 mins, Blaine walks over to Kurt and tries to soothe him with a hug to the back.

Kurt squeaks with a “OMFG” as he turns around and covers his eyes at the sight of seeing a fully naked, fully naked and /wet/, Blaine Anderson.

“Kurt, I can explai-”

“Can you please put some pants on or something? I can feel you… you poking my back, and that’s not helping me one damn bit right now”

Annnnnd then foamy sexy times ensue.