neighboring walls

updated 06/26/2017 

A collection of my work for those on the app to view and hopefully enjoy! 

 fluff ♡ | angst ☂ | smut ☆ | violence × 
the unlisted

↠ OT7

• things you said ♡☂
• 100 ways to say I Love You ♡☂☆ | collab with @minsvga 

MIN YOONGI 

+ ONESHOTS;

eight ♡
• need a hand? ♡ | college au
• like flowers we bloom ♡ | bad boy au
see you soon [ft. Jungkook] ♡☂ | soulmate au
• the gap ♡ | neighbor au
• better place ♡ | harry potter au
• brighter than fire ♡☆ | camp counselor au  

+ SERIES;

all too well [10/10] ♡☂☆ | idol & makeup artist au

JUNG HOSEOK

+ ONESHOTS;

• begin again ♡☆ | harry potter au

PARK JIMIN 

+ ONESHOTS;

 improvise ♡
• until you find me ♡ | harry potter au
• chrysalism ♡
• the endless winter ♡ | idol/fan + soulmate au
• shades of wrong ♡☆ | harry potter au

KIM TAEHYUNG

+ ONESHOTS;

 dare ♡
• a happy memory ♡ | harry potter au
• pillow fort ♡☆
along the boardwalk ♡ | skater boy au
drabbles
• muse ♡ | artist au
 breath of spring ♡ | florist au

+ SERIES;

• hold me tight [2/?] ♡☂ | hwarang/royalty/soulmate au

JEON JUNGKOOK

+ ONESHOTS;

behind these walls ♡ | neighbor au
• in media res ♡ | photographer au
• sunflower letter ♡ | harry potter au
• over and over again ♡
• twinkling starlight ♡ | christmas au
believe in me ♡☂ | guardian angel au
• you and i ♡☂ ☆ | reincarnation au
• wait for it ♡☆ | royalty au
• overtime ♡☆ | ceo/boss au
• take my hand ♡☂ | amnesia au
hopeless hearts ♡ | idol/fan au
drabbles
exchanges ♡☆ | spiderman au

+ SERIES;

it’s all fun & games [5/5] ♡☂ | fake dating au
drabbles
purpose [1/?] ☂ × | assassin au

An overdue list of my favourite pieces and fic writers! The following is a collection of Jungkook x reader fics. A big thank you to all the fic writers included for inspiring me and above all sharing such amazing stories!

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Felix: Look, I know everyone’s still fawning over Ned and stuff, but lemme just tell you right now, get ready for some sleepless nights.

Knox: I know he’s gonna cry, but it can’t be that bad, right?

Felix: Don’t get your hopes up. Either you or Ally is gonna become the official “get him to stop crying” person at night, and you’d better hope i’s not you.

Knox: We can just share the job equally? It’s not that hard.

Felix: Keep telling yourself that.

| The Snow Apple | Sehun X Reader AU | Oneshot |

Originally posted by oh-no-sehunnie

Royalty!AU

Sehun X Reader

Synopsis: You were called upon to become a despicable man’s mistress. But after running away, he continued to pursue you. You ran, expecting to find asylum. You ran, not expecting to find your knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 5,288

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mild language, sexual situations

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JADE!! (@pebble-xo

Disclaimer: This plot of this story is based upon the anime Snow White With The Red Hair. In no way do I claim the central idea/theme of this story as my own. That being said, it’s one of the best shows ever go watch it asdghfjk



“Lord Jongin wants me to be his what?”


“His concubine, madame.” The royal guard retorted apathetically. “In other words, his mistress.”


Your jaw was agape. You brought your hands to your arms, rubbing them in an attempt to combat the shivers than ran down your spine. You leaned against the doorpost of your shop, refusing to lessen your confidence.


“No, no, no,” You shook your head and held out your hands in protest. “There must be some kind of mistake, I’m sure of it. I’m just the town’s local herbalist!”


“Lord Kim Jongin has made no mistake, madame,” The guard’s eyes hardened. “He has taken a particular interest in the townsfolk’s rumors concerning your… Distinct appearance.”


He was referring to you alright. Ever since you arrived in town and set up shop, the townspeople quickly spread tale of your divergent physique.


Stark, snow-white hair that fell past your shoulders. Oftentimes a shade of shimmering silver in the sunlight.


You never knew how you came to look so different from the masses; you were orphaned at a young age and brought up by an old, travelling herbalist. That’s how you came to learn the trade yourself. The intricate mixing and application of every plant you could properly classify and diagnose. You loved helping people, which is why your heart became set on this profession. You came to this village because it neighbored the walls of the great kingdom, but was far enough off the beaten path to avoid unwanted attention.


Unwanted attention, however, is what you were faced with.


“That- That’s absurd.” You sputtered, trying to regain your composure. “That can’t be right. He… He can’t be interested in someone as common as me just because of my hair.”


“As you know, his highness is a gallant collector of exquisite rarities.” The royal guard before you remained emotionless. “Your unique, white hair has him innately intrigued.”


You scoffed.


What a joke.


You, along with everyone else in the town, knew that Kim Jongin was nothing but a spoiled member of the hierarchy. One who often dealt in shady dealings, and could most easily be compared to a weasel in likeness.


“And as such, you have been chosen.” The guard continued, his face stern. “As a resident of this town, it is non-negotiable.”


Your knuckles turned white at the proposition.


“Tomorrow, you are to appear before his highness and accept his offer.”


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1A dorm life headcanons

Have some complimentary headcanons about the living hell that their building is

  • People playing knock and run for nothing but honour and glory. They have a scoring system and Kirishima is winning from the time he dared to knock on Bakugou’s door.
  • Sleepovers in the communal room where the entire class just sleeps in a pile with as many pillows and blankets as Momo can provide. Usually after they’ve all been watching movies or binge watching netflix. 
  • People now have the power to go kick Kaminari’s ass at 3am for sending the rarest pepe memes to the class group chat. 
  • Iida wakes up at 6am without any trouble. The rest of the class finds it very unnerving and just not natural. Mina accused him of being a witch. 
  • Stupid truth or dare competitions against class B that ends with Aizawa banning them and posting a list of rules where everyone can see them.
  • Awful things that came from truth or dare:
    -Learning that Kaminari thought he could get a girl pregnant by holding her hand, prompting Iida to give him the talk.
    -Sero downing a jar of pickle juice because he was dared to and then ruining Uraraka’s favourite blanket with neon green vom.
    -People trading phones and sending stupid texts. Usually confessions and not so innocent propositions. Monoma was never the same after “Bakugou’s” confession about how his loins yearned for him.
    -”Nobody wants to know about your crush Mineta-” “She’s got lovely juicy huge kn-” *Jiro smothers Mineta with pillows*
  • Satou is an angel and will go out to buy any of the girls supplies for their periods if they need them. This includes as many chocolaty snacks as he can carry home for them.
  • I can jump that far” “kamINARI N O” -Kaminari as he attempts to jump from his balcony to his neighbors. 
  • Bakugou punched the wall once when he was having a Deku related hissy fit, with the way he angled his fist he ended up sinking his entire forearm into the wall and getting stuck. 
  • Uraraka don’t care how she looks when she’s been woken up at stupid o’clock, by a class president who shall not be named. She just trudges down to the kitchen to get her morning coffee, draped in her blanket before going sitting next to Tsuyu so she can grumble for five mintues.
  • All Might is weak and brings them all McDonalds when he thinks they’ve all had a bad day, much to Lunch Rushes disdain. 
  • Video game competitions where it’s usually girls v boys and every time the boys are sore losers and say they let the girls win. 
  • As a group the boys are actually decent singers and usually sing along to the radio when they’re having their showers. On occasion the girls will join in on their side. One day the entire campus got to hear class 1A singing Uptown Funk at the top of their lungs and they couldn’t help but applaud. 
Memories- A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 8 of Alone Together)

A/N: Why hello there, long time no chat. I’m not even going to make excuses. I’m just apologizing. I figured I should post this now, otherwise I don’t think I’ll ever get it up. I’m sorry if it is shite, as I went for a more subtle approach. I’m also going to be doing an epilogue to the series, as soon as I come up with an idea for it lol. In the meantime, enjoy the last installment of Alone Together. It has been a wild ride, and I hope y’all like it. Warning: It is the longest thing I have written thus far for y’all. Thank you. :) 

Past Installments: Alone Together. (part 1) - Implementations. (part 2) - Routines. (part 3) - Replacements. (part 4) - Revelations. (part 5) - Walls Built. (part 6)  - Impenetrable. (part 7)

Originally posted by sensualkisses

It was three days later, during dinner in the Great Hall, when you got the letter. You didn’t think much of it at first, as the holidays were coming up and you thought it was probably a note from your mother confirming your plans for this break.

However, when you opened the note and recognized the swirling, neat cursive handwriting you furrowed your brows in confusion. You knew it was Sirius’ handwriting, as his upbringing forced him into countless penmanship classes throughout his childhood. He always had such perfect handwriting, something you remembered you were often jealous of.

Dear Y/N,

I know you don’t want to hear from me, you’ve made that apparent; but I need to see you. I want to apologize and explain everything. Meet me where you need me at 9 o’clock tonight.

Patiently waiting,

S.B.

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the nudist and the prudist [jk pov]

❛❛a girl saw me naked on my porch and also witnessed the unholiness that is my exhibitionism kink and somewhere along the line we became sort-of-maybe-not-really friends and i started to like her too but now things are a bit weird im sorry please love me❜❜ AU

COUNT → 6.875

GENRE → angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → mentions of sex | explicit language | alcoholism

LINKS →  TNATP 1

note: so some of you requested part of tnatp in jungkook’s pov!!!!! im not entirely happy with this because it’s just so long??? and its basically just recycled material. but if u wanna understand what jungkook was thinking, this is the drabble for you. its not a drabble. i lied. look at the word count. but i still wanna call it a drabble. its a “long drabble thats not really a drabble” drabble. anyway i hope u guys like it and dont think this is too long LMAO


Jungkook was naked, but that wasn’t anything new.

A streak of sunlight shone in through a crack in his blinds, alerting him that it was the start of a new day. Unwrapping his arm from around the naked body still asleep beside him, he maneuvered around her so he didn’t wake her up, then draped the comforter back over her as he stood to his full height. He ran his fingers through his tousled, black hair thoughtfully, knowing without looking at a mirror that it was a mess after they fornicated on the dining room table, the kitchen’s bar, the living room couch, against many walls throughout the house, and finally stopping in his own bed last night.

It was a good thing all his other roommates had been out so they didn’t hear them. Out of all his fuck buddies, Jihyo was the loudest—but he liked it when she was loud. It told him he was doing something right, and using his penis was about one of the only things he could do right.

Closing his bedroom door gently behind him, he padded down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. At the sight of his boxers in a pathetic heap by the stairs, he bent over to pull them past his hips, followed by his sweatpants he’d been wearing last night not even a few inches away. In the past, he wouldn’t have even bothered clothing himself—especially so early in the morning—since all his roommates had gotten used to his streaking habit a long time.

But something had changed recently.

That change was you.

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My Heart Belongs to Daddy

Characters- Min Yoongi x reader

Type- Smut (did you read the title? lol) major daddy kink here folks :)

Word Count- 1060

Request- Can I have something based of Marilyn Monroe’s “My heart belongs to daddy” ;) Something smutty with Yoongi cuz you know he’s my suga daddy and my heart belongs to daddy U 3 O - @whitefoxgirl

A/n- @whitefoxgirl‘s heart really does belong to daddy. I’m going to hell for this hehe

Originally posted by taeguk

Sitting at the dinner table, you may have been flirting with an old friend who sat across from you. Next to you, Yoongi-your boyfriend- was getting annoyed, which you didn’t notice. Yoongi was good, almost too good, at hiding his annoyance. So when you arrived at his apartment, you were confused by his pissy mood.

“Dinner was fun. We should get together with them more often.” you flopped down in chair at the bar.

“Yeah sure.” he sat across from you, scowl on his face.

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papofglencoe  asked:

Hi guys! A little fire-breathing flying reptile informed me it's going to be Alice's (aka thegreatorangedragon's) birthday on Feb. 16, and I was wondering if someone might be able to drabble a little something for her? There's no truer friend to the folks here and champion of Everlark authors, and I know she'd love to see something. (Bonus points if someone can give her a puzzle to figure out... I'm sure you've noticed she's a clever one). Thanks for everything you guys do. <3c

Originally posted by theonegirlblue

Happy birthday to the @thegreatorangedragon!! Thank you @papofglencoe for sending in the ask! Here is a fun little fic submitted by @peetabreadgirl just for you. Hope you have a fantastic day!


Happy birthday! I hope you enjoy this little one shot. Rated S-E-X. For sex. There be smut here, folks. Sorry if I ruined the surprise. Thanks to the girls who run this awesome blog and make cool stuff happen. Pbg

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rated E

It started out as a joke. A way to pass the awkward time while listening to the sound of my neighbors through the thin walls. But I can’t deny anymore that I wish the sounds Peeta and I are making were real. I don’t know what to do about it. He’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember.

Since I moved into my place, Peeta and I have spent most Saturday nights in the studio apartment, scarfing down tubs of cheap udon noodles or greasy slices of pepperoni pizza, watching various movies from all different eras and genres.

But a few weeks ago I got a new neighbor. A very loud, sexually active one. Apparently said neighbor also has standing appointments on Saturday nights. Whether it’s for money or not, I’d rather not know. The neighborhood I live in is a bit seedy, so it’s a possibility. But in any case, the first time it happened took us by complete surprise. I was stuffing my mouth with cheese fries from the bar on the corner, Peeta beside me, a beer bottle tipped up to his lips, when it started.

The moaning and wailing were enough to make me lose my appetite, and Peeta looked white as a sheet. I tried to laugh it off, but it didn’t take. Peeta wouldn’t look at me, and to be honest, I couldn’t have looked him in the eyes either. I turned up the television, tried to watch the movie. Tried to ignore the knocking and cooing and ‘yes, right there, oh yes’s’, but it seemed the more I tuned them out, the louder they became.

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                    Jacksepticeye Sentence Starters!
                                           (Some NSFW)

Typical conversation starters:

  •  "Don’t trust anyone, because everybody is a douchebag.“
  • “That shit is so deep, Adele could roll in it.”
  • “That’s not even a word, I’m making up words now, just to describe
  • how terrible my life is!”
  • “I have no idea what I’m doing…”
  • “Mama’s pissed right now…”
  • "I wish I could crush my neighbors with a wall…”  
  • “I don’t know why, but why the fuck not?”
  • “Look at the shadow…that is terrifying.”
  • “Don’t say things you’ll regret…don’t say things people can make fun of you over.”
  • “Oh, that is kinda clever…also kinda annoying.” 
  • "I demand wine. Wine!”
  • “Shh, no tears, only dreams now.”
  • “Something’s up, I can tell.”
  • “I’m complementing you, not trying to get into your pants…”
  • “ I’ve been eating pretzels, they’re so good. Have you ever just opened a bag of salty pretzels and you can’t stop eating them? They’re sooooo good. I want to make love to them…you heard nothing!”

 

Annoyed/Angry:

  • “I actually don’t like seeing you that happy, could you be a little sadder, please?”
  • “I can barley hear you over the sound of how dead you are!”
  • “Could you just stop for five fucking minutes?” 
  • “All I did was kiss your wife…”
  • “You son of a dick!’
  • "Go fuck yourself!”
  • “Go stick your head in a dick!”
  • “Die, you mother fucker!”
  • “That’s bull to the shit!“
  • "I don’t like five, five can go to hell.”
  • “Shut up, I’m talking!”
  • “Hey! Wake up so I can kill you!”
  • “Oh yeah, that’s great….I’m so happy you’re talking to me…”
  • “Here take the phone, it’s your physiatrist, he says you’re an annoying asshole.”

 

NSFW:

  •  "Rome wasn’t built in a day…and neither were babies.“ 
  • "SURPRISE BUTT SEX!”
  • “Do you mind if I fab?”
  • “They’re doing the hover hug.”
    “___, you lookin’ good!”
  • “You guys need a sex swing.”
  • “I’ll finger you, see what happens…”
  • “Did you get that sweet goat ass?”
  • “That’s a boy…stop humping the ground.”
  • “Is this an erotic statue of two men mud wrestling?”
  • “Should I slap the girl on the ass when she comes out?”
  • “Why don’t you take me out to dinner first, before you decide to fuck me?!”

 

Random:

  • “I’m getting smacked with my own snake!”
  • “Look at these plus one biceps!”
  • “I’m a pretty little flower!”   
    “Oh, Jesus Christ, I do have the force!”
  • “That shouldn’t have worked, but it did.”
  • “I’M A MOTHER FUCKING DRAGON!" 
  • "I like it, how you can see through all the windows." 
  • "I came here for the same reason people go to the zoo.”
  • “That is a nice cauldron, a very fucking nice cauldron…”
  • “So…how you creepy bastards doin’?”
  • “This is not gonna be my first time in the bathroom with a goat in my lifetime, and last time was just as fucking magical." 
  • "You guys are yelling and I want ice cream!”
  • “Um…hello? Yeah, I’m here with two crazy people. Please get me out of here!”

anonymous asked:

prompt/fic idea: im ur next door neighbor and the walls are too thin so yeah i can hear u banging all night and it sounds like u're really good judging from the grunts and screams... one night i got home drunk and my friend was yelling how sexually frustrated i am and i have the hots for you even though we haven't met before and when we do see each other, oh boy i am a goner

(bless u nonnie this idea is a Gift)

Really, Zuko shouldn’t be allowed to drink.

Whenever he drinks, he almost always ends up embarrassing situations - embarrassing and sometimes life threatening. He thinks back to the lake incident with Toph and shudders; that night not only put the fear of God in him, but a healthy fear of snapping turtles as well.

And yet here he is, stumbling into his little apartment. Suki bumps into his back impatiently as he fumbles with the lock before finally getting it open. She nudges past him and goes right for the couch, dropping all of her weight onto the cushions. 

Zuko pushes the door shut. He winces at the somewhat loud slam and toes his shoes off, then shuffles in after Suki. He doesn’t bother with the couch - she won’t share, anyway - and instead lays on the floor, cheek pressed to the scratchy carpet. The room spins around his head. He exhales, a groan tacked on the end, and reaches up to smack at Suki’s foot.

“Why did you even take me to that bar in the first place?” Zuko mumbles into the carpet. He shifts lazily, tugging his shirt up his back slightly to cool off his skin.

“Because,” Suki drawls, kicking at Zuko’s hand, “You’re annoying when you mope and you’ve been moping about the hot neighbor girl for weeks.”

Zuko grunts and rolls over. “I have not!” He isn’t aware of how loud his voice is. “I haven’t been moping over her!” 

Above him, Suki laughs. It’s twice as loud as his voice, bouncing off the walls and coming right back to them. “Bullshit!” She snorts. She forces herself onto her side, honey colored hair falling across her face as she stares down at him. “You’ve got it so bad for the neighbor girl! All you do is talk about her and how loud she is!” Suki sits up, reaching down to bat at Zuko’s face. “I am a very good friend, so - so I took you out to try to find someone else for you to mope over, but nooooooooo, all you could talk about was the neighbor girl and who she might be banging and how you wished it was you.”

Zuko grunts and bats at Suki’s hand in turn. He gives up on trying to deny it and instead yells with all of the pent up frustration in him. “It’s just not fair!” He shouts, fists banging on the carpet. “She’s so goddamn pretty, and she has the nicest laugh!” He rocks from side to side, legs folding up slightly. “And - Suki, oh my god - I can hear every sound she makes - oh my god - her moans are the hottest thing I have ever heard!” 

Suki laughs again. She lays down and presses her cheek to the mattress. All the shit they’ve gotten into tonight and still her make up is perfectly intact, red lips pristine and winged eyeliner flawless. 

She reaches down and pats Zuko’s cheek, clumsy, but trying to comfort him. “Maybe you should just suck it up and take her out,” She suggests, “So you’re the one that ends up in bed with her.”

His scoff is so loud it scratches his throat. “Yeah, right. Like that’ll ever happen.”

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After Suki leaves in the morning, Zuko spends a good hour nursing his hangover. 

He manages to drag himself to the kitchen and make a cup of tea, though he’s not even sure what he grabbed; something sweet and hot to soothe the sharp aches in his head.

He changes into the first clean shirt and sweats he finds, then trudges downstairs to the mailbox. Much as he wants to sleep some more, he’s waiting on a package from Uncle.

Zuko shuffles to the mailboxes, stifling a loud yawn behind his hand. He unlocks his, finding only bills and advertisements - and a postcard from Uncle inside. He shifts his weight, reading over it with a slight smile; the package is on its way, Uncle assures him, and he’s having the time of his life on the tiny island he’d chosen for his vacation.

“Hi, ‘scuse me.” 

Zuko glances up to find his neighbor coming up to his side, reaching for her mailbox. He flushes faintly and steps aside, pushing his mailbox door shut. “Hi, sorry.”

Chewing his lip, Zuko continues leafing through his mail, glancing at his neighbor from the corner of his eye. Her name is Katara; he’d learned this two days after moving in, when she’d introduced herself with a platter of cookies that actually tasted horrible, but the gesture was so kind that he hadn’t had the heart to admit that.

But then he’d learned just how thin the walls between their apartments are when she’d brought someone home a few days after their introductions. He vividly remembers almost dropping a pot on his foot when he realized he was hearing Katara moan. Didn’t matter who it was, either, everyone she brought home praised her and worshiped her, all for Zuko to hear loud and clear.

Beside him, Katara extracts her mail and shuts the little door. She leafs through it, and for a moment, Zuko can only sigh inwardly at how pretty she is; it’s barely eleven AM and she looks so perfect already.

“So,” Katara hedges, and Zuko glances up. She doesn’t lift her head, but her eyes instead. There’s a glint in them that makes him instantly nervous. “You had an interesting night, didn’t you?”

His brows furrow in confusion, and then it hits him like a train - everything he and Suki had yelled about, everything to do with Katara, in his living room, surrounded by the thinnest walls ever made.

She’d heard it.

She’d heard all of it.

The faint flush on his cheeks flares up to his good ear and down the length of his neck, disappearing into his shirt. Zuko groans and presses the envelopes to his face to hide himself. If he’s lucky, the ground will just - just shatter under him right now and drop him straight into the depths of hell. 

Katara watches him. She laughs softly; the sound is warm and teasing, and it only makes his embarrassment that much worse.

“Oh, God,” Zuko mutters behind his makeshift shield, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-”

“It’s fine,” Katara insists. Her tone is easy, not bothered in the slightest, but it doesn’t make him feel any better. She pockets her keys and looks up, tilting her head.

“Whenever you’re ready for that date, I’m available all day on Saturdays.”

Zuko promptly drops everything in his hands, jaw going slack. Katara laughs again. She turns away with a gentle toss of her wildly long hair, walking away. 

Zuko is frozen to the spot, rooted to the tile floor by sheer shock. He finally comes back to himself and crouches down, scrambling to grab his discarded mail, and rushes after Katara.

“Hey!” He calls, trying to catch up to her, “Wait! About that date - are you free this Saturday?”

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Yup. This is how I’m gonna get out of a slump. 10 Day Writing Challenge. Here we go. It won’t even all be HTTYD, probably, I’ll write B99 too. I just need to…write. 

Peasant, wall, match, neighbor, firework, red, affection, stability, chocolate, theater

Hiccup ranting wasn’t anything new, but it did get tiring sometimes. Now that he was chief, it was almost constant. Astrid loved him, she really did, but he had to understand that he wasn’t the only busy one - she had to get back to the A Team and tell them their positions for the day. The Berk Guard awaited.

“But he told me that he wouldn’t do it! And I just froze, Ast! What was I supposed to say? Do it or you die? I’d be killed before tomorrow! So I just let him go and did it myself. And that set me back a whole hour.”

“Hiccup,” she said loudly, standing up. “I…” She sighed, because this could hurt his feelings. Maybe it would be better if she said it jokingly. “I don’t care.”

He stopped mid hand gesture, staring at her. “You don’t care?”

“Not in the slightest, babe. Excuse me for my peasantry, but I have something to do.”

“Your peasantry?” he repeated, looking amused. “I didn’t realize I was treating you like a peasant, milady.”

Her lips quirked in a smile, walking towards him and pecking his lips. “Definitely. All those flowers you brought me yesterday…they were lilies, when I asked for roses,” she sniffed, putting on her best haughty face.

“Oh dear,” Hiccup said mockingly, but he was grinning. He offered her a bow, and kissed her hand. “I deeply apologize, Lady Astrid. May I make it up to you?”

She over-exaggeratedly rolled her eyes. “If you must. Perhaps we can spend the night together.” She laughed and turned, walking away, but not before he pulled her close and murmured in her ear.

I look forward to it, General Hoff.”

Going Down - Tony

Tony loves going down on Steve.

He loves it when Steve takes ahold of his hair and holds his head in place while his hips snap as he fucks his mouth. That feeling of being dominated by the man he loves.

But he also loves to take control and make Steve beg for it.

He loves the sounds that fall from Steve’s lips. Him yelling Tonys name so loud the neighbors bang on the wall, groaning and grunting like an animal.

But the whimpers and soft whines. God damn. Tony melts like putty when he hears Steve’s breathy moans and muttering under his breath. He knows that he’s close and that’s when he pulls out the big guns.

When Steve’s cock begins to twitch tony hollows his cheeks and swallows around Steve’s cock, taking as much of him as he can. He moans around it and sucks hard, grazing his teeth in just the right spot.

Tony hums happily when he feels Steve’s hot cum hit the back of his throat, and he gladly swallows ever drop.

Tony grins lazily as he wipes his chin and looks at the disheveled man lying before him. His heart melts when he sees the absolutely wrecked smile plastered on Steves face and he sighs.

He adores and loves his husband with all of his fucking being.

And yeah. He fucking loves going down on Steve.

Play that clarinet at 0300 ONE MORE TIME, I dare you