no one should be even a little bit surprised that this is a thing that i have made

tanovic54321  asked:

I cant draw guys for anything, help a girl out with like drawing male upper bodies and legs

I was actually mid trying to design sci-fi clothing but it just wasn’t working (for now) but I realised I had already drawn an upper body and decided it was perfect for me to use that for a tutorial.

Before I start, I would like you to know that there are a billion different ways you can draw male upper bodies because bodies can vary greatly. I’m going to assume you want me to teach you how to draw a triangle body.  For this tutorial, I’ll be using examples from my own experiences: what I wanted to draw vs what I drew (which ended up incorrect). You can apply this technique to most body types by following the key suggestions that I will show if you’re aiming for this specific type of body proportions (this means that this doesn’t cover the body mass — only the proportions for a typical “triangle” body.)

I would also like you to know that my drawings lately has been a struggle for some unknown reason so the examples will look a little wonky, sorry about that!

So, when I start drawing a male body with a triangle shape this is what it typically looks like (it will vary, still, depending on the body type overall, but this is usually what I draw as a rough sketch). Note the lines and shapes used in the “correct” option. Here is a tutorial I made a while ago explaining the typical shapes I use for male bodies. When I was younger, I used to draw all men like the example to the right. Note how it lacks the shapes shown on the left. I still draw petite guys now and then, but often, this wasn’t what I was trying to draw, it was literally the only thing I could draw. What you should keep in mind is:

  • The size of the neck. A broader neck immediately makes a body look less petite, even with small shoulders.
  • Don’t be afraid to widen the shoulders or make them a little less sloping. If you worry that the shoulders look too small, go outside your comfort zone and make them wider. With time you’ll learn what looks overdone and what does not, it’s all about practice.
  • Keep note of how wide you draw the hips in comparison to the waist. I currently have a problem where I tend to draw the hips too small! The ideal is to not to make them wider than the chest or shoulders.
  • This might be surprising, but keep the focus on the chest as much as you do on the shoulders. The torso itself will that way create a triangle-shape that many often struggle to draw, even with the wider hips!

This is how triangle-shaped bodies can end up looking like (please ignore the one dislocated shoulder). Again, it might vary depending on the body mass such as fat and muscle, but with his mass, it becomes even more clear.

And as you can see, the triangle shape is still very clear even when his muscle isn’t visible.

Now, if you dress the second body type, you’ll notice that the focus become more on the waist and hips more than the shoulders, even if there was an attempt to make them wider. This is a good body type if you’re going for smaller body types, or guys with pear-shaped bodies, teens, etc. But if you’re going for a triangle shape then it’s clearly not doing it. The hips and waist are too exaggerated and his shapes are too soft-looking.

Now there’s always “hybrids” of triangle-shaped bodies. Again, all bodies can vary greatly. You can still make petite bodies with triangle shapes or even wider hips, you just have to be subtle about it and be careful where you draw your lines. So what’s the key secret, you might wonder?

Again, it’s all about the shapes! Again, here’s a tutorial I did earlier on shapes you can use for bodies in case you missed it. As you can see, the key with triangle shapes is wider shoulders that jut out quite a bit, and are quite straight, with more narrow hips. Many overlook the fact that the waist is quite straight and indeed quite shapeless!

But again, bodies vary and so do “hybrids”. For example, the body shown above has slightly sloping and less wide shoulders, the waist curve in a little bit, while the hips are a touch wider. But note how the chest itself is still quite wide! Again, keep the focus on the chest. (Just don’t go overboard like this unfortunate 90′s drawing of Captain America…)

Now, if we compare it to the other version, you can see quite a drastic change in shapes. Notice the clear curve inwards for the waist, and how the hips have a big curve out, and the torso i is nowhere as wide as the triangle body. Notice how the shoulders go down and are much smaller compared to a typical triangle shape.

Just to quickly demostrate: these rules apply to the side as well. Notice how the chest is still in focus and wider at the top as a triangle body. Notice the the straight waist and the wider neck!

As for legs, I don’t really have a tip on “male” legs, really. I have two tutorials on legs in general here and here.  As you can see above, they got different types of legs, with Roscoe’s (left) being bigger than Specs’s. I think the general tip I have is to not make them too round or the hips very big (as mentioned above) if you’re drawing a body with a triangle shape.  

Here’s Rooi, a guy with an hourglass shape, for example! I’ll just stop it at there. ♥ Hope this was helpful! If you have any other requests with bodies, please let me know, especially if you’re looking for a specific type/shape! (I can’t cover all bodies at once, sadly.)

If you found this helpful or like what I do, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi! Thank you. ♥

lost cause {s.r}

summary: the reader sends nudes to steve when he’s at work and he becomes a flustered little shit
pairing(s): steve rogers x reader 
listen to: movement - us (trust me, the song makes it a lit reading experience)
word count: 2.8k
warning(s): UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap it before you tap it kids!), dirty talk, language
notes: i tried something a little different and wrote in 3rd person. idk what you guys prefer so just lmk :) also, writing this made me feel some type of way. hope you enjoy!

The first one comes at two o’clock. 

Steve is walking down the hallway with Bucky in tow, both sweaty from their workout in the training facility. Lunch is at the forefront of their minds and they are throwing suggestions back and forth as they amble up to their rooms. Showers are a definite necessity. When the soft ping of an incoming text rings through the hall, Steve pulls his phone out and glances down at the screen. 

The 21st century still confuses the hell out of him, sometimes, but he has at least some technological proficiency, and when he sees who has texted him he stops walking. (Y/N) never texts him in the middle of the afternoon. Bucky glances over at him with a raised eyebrow. “What is it?” he asks, hands in his pockets as he watches his friend.

Steve purses his mouth, “It’s from (Y/N).  I’ll look at it later.” Conversations with his fairly long term girlfriend usually last a while. She likes to tell him what she’s up to at the hospital where she works, and he likes to hear her stories. It’s surprising, how much drama a hospital setting can incur. 

Bucky gives him an almost cringing look, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Dames don’t like being ignored.” 

Steve laughs. So much has changed, in the world and between them, and yet here they are. Bucky’s still giving him relationship advice and Steve is still treading with so much uncertainty around dating. “Women aren’t the same as they used to be, Buck,” he says. 

Bucky just smirks and rolls his eyes, “The women didn’t change, Steve; they just got empowered.” They don’t say anything more on the subject though, and when Steve returns to his suite he tosses his phone on the bed and goes for a shower, almost forgetting about the unopened text entirely. But by the time he comes out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and steam billowing behind him, Bucky’s words come back to bite him in the ass. He sits on the edge of the bed and glances at his phone, only to see that there are two more texts. A jolt of worry suddenly hits him at that – perhaps he should have opened the original one the moment he got it instead of taking his shower first.  

What if something’s happened at the hospital and (Y/N) needs him? He grabs his phone and opens the texts without a second thought…only to start coughing the moment they load. He hadn’t been expecting this.

Stockinged legs stretch out on the screen. Her ankles are crossed and vibrant red heels are on display. There’s so much leg that Steve feels his face redden as he stares. If she’d taken the picture any higher…“Oh God,” he mumbles, and looks at the message beneath the picture.

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where will they live?

inspired by this post

a while ago i wrote this as a thank you to someone who was very kind, and helped me out when i was in a tough spot. they were nice enough to give me permission to share it with all of you, so -

a fish may love a bird, but where will they live?

~

when runhilda was just a hatchling, a little boy with big eyes fed her bread and called her pretty even before she was. he always had bruises on his face and arms, and his clothes hung off him, but he always had soft words for her, always gave her his bread crusts even though he needed them more than she did.

when runhilda is older, and goes by runa, she throws off her coat of feathers and steps from the river onto the land. she towers over the teenage boy, stretching past six feet with flowing white-blonde hair and her arms and thighs like tree trunks. “you need this more than i do,” she tells him generously.

he looks on in confusion as she takes her coat of feathers and wraps it around his shoulders. he transforms into graceful, powerful swan. he transforms into a something that can fly away from his miserable life.

“give it back to me one day,” she says, “when you don’t need it anymore.”

she pats him on the head, and he gently nips her hand before he opens his wings and takes to the sky.

runa watches him go wistfully. she’ll miss her wings, but she’s never had legs before and she’s eager to take them for a spin.

~

she tracks down the boy’s mother who’d been so cruel to him, and no one is ever ready for a giant naked woman to burst into their pub and start yelling at them, but runa still thinks she screamed too much. she’d threatened the woman with everything from a sound beating to dire legal action, and she and her husband leave town with nothing more than the clothes on their backs.

this has worked out for runa nicely. she thinks running a pub could be fun. she goes upstairs, and none of the tiny woman’s ridiculous clothes will fit her, obviously, so she goes through the husband’s closet. she thinks she looks rather dashing in trousers and suspenders and a crisp white button up. she puts a newsboy cap over her curly mass of hair for good measure, and winks at herself in the mirror. this being human thing is off to an excellent start.

then she goes downstairs and realizes she’s scared off the staff and patrons. the patrons she’s not too worried about this. this is dublin, and no one even died. as long as the alcohol keeps flowing, they’ll be back.

as for the staff ….

she goes to the river and recruits as many curious sisters as she can. she walks back to her pub with her arms laden with feather coats and a dozen gorgeous naked women all as tall as she is trailing behind her.

excellent.

~

the seamstress adores them, since most of her sisters prefer the pretty, full bodied dresses that many of the human women wear, and they all have to be custom made to fit their large shoulders and thick waists. runa sticks to her trousers and shirts, and acquires a collection of newsboy hats.

her pub quickly gains a reputation, as it should. it’s staffed by beautiful women who have no problem with ending a bar fight personally, and physically throwing the offenders on to the street. there’s a strict look, but don’t touch policy that all of the patrons take advantage of, running their eyes over the beautiful barmaids. of course, quite a few human men and women catch her sisters’ eyes, and more than one dazed and pleased human has left their pub half dressed in the mornings.

no one catches runa’s attentions, until a slim woman with dark skin and dark eyes takes a corner table in the pub. she’s in an opulent grey dress, and her hair is carefully pinned into an elegant style, with a glittering necklace around her throat. no woman as wealthy as this one should be in runa’s establishment, or if she is she shouldn’t look miserable about it.

“here,” her sister pushes two mugs full to the brim into her hands. runa glares at her, but she’s already turned away. she resents the implication that she’s that transparent.

she still walks over to the woman and sits across from her, pressing the drink into her hands. she looks startled, but not upset, so runa leans her elbow halfway across the table and asks, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

she smiles back, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. runa’s filled with a determination to have her smile like she means it.

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The Secret Book Club

Originally posted by lokihiddleston

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Innuendos and a cheeky Loki and a very very shitty book. Also mild swears.

Words: 1767

Prompt: LOKI X READER WHO SHARE BOOKS AND READ TO EACHOTHER AND LOTS OF FLUFF HHH THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE PLEASE

Soooo this turned out much different than what I expected, (sorry anon I was having too much fun) but there is most definitely going to be a part 2 to this coming soon. At the request of a few people I’m starting a tag list, so if you want in then just shoot me a message! :)

Enjoy ;)

@mrsethedreamqueen@asometimestroubledmind

Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
Part six
Part seven (NSFW)

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So, you’re the babysitter?

Summary: Namjoon is babysitting for a family and expected just a plain night with him and a baby. What he didn’t expect is what would happen when you showed up

Genre: fluff, light smut. High school au, shy!reader

Pairing: RM x reader

Y/n = your name, y/m/n = your mother’s name, y/b/n = your brother’s name, y/l/n = your last name 💗

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

“Our numbers are on the fridge and if he starts to get fussy just give him his favorite blanket, that always works. If anything goes wrong call me or my husband,” she stood in the doorway smiling at Namjoon.

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n, don’t worry I’ll take good care of your son,” Namjoon smiled back.

“Great, thank you. We’ll be back around 11,” Y/m/n said as she started walking out the door with her husband. “Oh, and one last thing,” she turned back halfway out the door with a brand new expression. “Our teenage daughter is upstairs, she never comes out when the babysitters are here,” she said rolling her eyes. “Just thought you should know.”

Teenage daughter? Namjoon thought. If they had a teenage daughter why did he have to babysit? “Have a good night Mrs. Y/l/n,” he said to your mother as she left.

Your mom smiled and walked out the door. Namjoon turned back to the living room, looking at the baby that was sitting on a mat chewing on a teething toy. “Well,” he said looking at the infant. “Looks like it’s just you and me tonight buddy,” he said and went to sit next to the baby to occupy him. He’d probably flip through channels on the tv while sitting there to make sure he didn’t cry or need changing.

At least, that was the night he expected.

-

You waited at least 20 minutes after your parents left to sneak down the stairs to catch a glance at the babysitter. Your mother never approved of you being the one to take care of your baby brother. You crept down the stairs, and walked into the kitchen, trying not to make to much noise. You didn’t have to be so quiet, but you also didn’t need to be noisy. What if y/b/n was sleeping?

You opened the fridge and grabbed a juice, holding the cold bottle, condensation gathering on your hand. You closed the fridge and walked out of the kitchen, your bare feet padding on the tile, and you walked to your living room where you heard murmurs and the tv playing. You could feel your face heating up as you leaned on the wall near the entrance of the living room, and you observed the boy sitting with your baby brother.

Holding the baby was none other than, Kim Namjoon, your crush.

You messed with the cap of your juice. “So you’re the baby sitter…” You spoke calmly, looking at Namjoon who hadn’t noticed you yet.

He turned his head to you, visibly jumping. “Oh, you startled me,” he responded not knowing what else to say.

“Sorry,” you looked at your hands.

“Yes, I’m the babysitter,” he had a warm smile. Your brother sat in his lap, and he cooed at Namjoon, gripping his shirt. You looked at your brother and smiled lovingly. You truly loved your brother, he was the sweetest baby on earth. You just wished your parents trusted you with him more.

“Question,” Namjoon looked at you. He saw you smiling at the baby while leaning on the wall, a juice in your hand. He truly thought you looked adorable in that moment. A T-shirt and leggings, no shoes. Not much different than when he saw you at school, but more casual, laid back. He liked it.

“Shoot,” you said finally opening the bottle and sipping it.

“So if you’re here, then why am I?” Namjoon hoped that the tingle on his face wasn’t a blush when your eyes went from the baby to him.

You sighed, although it was barely audible, and smiled weakly. “My parents don’t trust me with my own brother.”

Namjoon frowned. “Why?”

You scoffed. “Hell if I know.” You walked over to where he and your brother were and sat in front of him. Your brother’s eyes lit up as he looked at you and he squealed, grabbing for you. Namjoon smiled and handed y/b/n to you. “They hate me…” Your tone was sad but you had a smile as you held your brother.

“He seems to love you,” Namjoon looked from the baby to you. It was a sweet sight. You played with him carefully, a nice smile on your face and love in your eyes. It almost looked like a mother and her child.

You nodded. “And I love him. I just wish my parents let me be around him more.”

“Do you often come down when the babysitters are here?” Namjoon asked.

You shook your head and held your brother. “No. I’m always too scared of what they’d think of me being here when they’re babysitting, or I’m embarrassed when they’re younger than me,” you explained.

Namjoon held a playful smirk. “So what makes me so different?”

You met his eyes. “You don’t seem so mean or judgemental. And I know you…” You said. You figured that you could at least come out of your shell a little bit around him. You were always so shy, and why the hell not? You were spending time with your brother, and your crush.

Namjoon knew you weren’t the most sociable at school. You had a few friends, never really made an effort to cause attention to yourself, not that you really needed to, you were absolutely stunning in Namjoon’s eyes, and he wasn’t really surprised when he found himself falling for you. You had talked a few times before, smiled at each other in the halls, and even worked with each other in chemistry sometimes. He cherished the moments he had with you.

“But besides,” you continued, “I get to spend time with him,” you smiled at your brother and kissed the baby’s nose as he giggled.

“Well, maybe this night won’t be as boring now,” Namjoon smiled

“Oh trust me, your night wouldn’t be boring with even just him. He’s so energetic,” you smiled and cooed at the baby. “Plus he loved to cuddle,” you giggled. “And scream.” You tickled his tummy and the baby screeched with laughter. Your calm laughter was almost covered up by the babies laughs, if it weren’t so melodic to Namjoons ears. Namjoon watched you as you played with your brother. He grabbed for your hair and you lifted him up in the air and back down, making the baby laugh and giggle and he cooed at all the tickles. You set him down calmly on your lap and stroked his head. It was so adorable to watch.

You looked up to find Namjoons eyes on you. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing. You’re just cute,” Namjoon blurted and then slapped a hand over his mouth. “I-I mean, that’s just cute to watch, you and the baby, b-but not that you’re not cute, I mean-”

You giggled, interrupting his babbling. “It’s okay Namjoon,” you said and he felt butterflies fill his stomach. The way you said his name was so soothing. He wondered how you were at singing.

“You’re cute too.” You added, and Namjoon’s heart leaped into his throat. You figured you would flirt with him a little, it could be fun. This is what normal teenagers do anyway right? Flirt with their crushes?

Namjoon regained himself. You were flirting with him. Two could play at that game. “I’m not cute sweetheart, I’m sexy,” he grinned and congratulated himself when he saw a light pink dust your cheeks.

“Sure,” you giggled and winked.

Oh fuck, Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck looking down at his lap and bit his lip. The butterflies wouldn’t stop and you were truly flustering him.

“Uh oh,” you said and Namjoon looked up. Your voice was quieter now, and you were no longer looking at him, but at the sleeping baby that was slumped on your chest.

“That was fast,” Namjoon said referring to how fast he fell asleep.

You smiled. “He falls asleep really quickly. Something I for one envy.” You carefully craddled y/b/n in your arms, and stood up. Namjoon’s eyes followed you as you simply walked over to the couch and laid him down on a bundle of blankets gently, as if he was fragile glass. Then you sat down next to the baby.

Namjoon got up and sat next to you. Not close enough to make you uncomfortable, but close enough where he could feel the warmth radiating off of you. The house was cold, but even being around you he felt himself heating up. Maybe it was just your aura, or possibly it was just Namjoon’s blush.

Namjoon looked from your face, to the sleeping baby. He found another chance to flirt. “You know, I should congratulate your parents.”

“Hm?” You turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“They make very pretty children,” he grinned at you and you giggled.

“You underestimate me,” you said. “It’s not every day you see a walking goddess,” you flipped your hair and leaned back on the couch, giggling at yourself. You didn’t really think that of course, you thought your face was ordinary if anything. You didn’t think you were pretty, but you didn’t think of yourself as ugly. You didn’t think of anyone as ugly really. Maybe it was just the kind of person you were.

Namjoon took that comment in as self confidence, and one of the most attractive things he found attractive about a woman was self confidence.

“Of course I do. I see you almost every day, don’t I?” He replied back, agreeing.

You giggled and blushed, adverting your gaze to your brother who was still sleeping soundly.

“Want to play a video game?” You said changing the subject. As long as you kept the volume low, you thought you could do it without waking your brother.

“Sure. You have overwatch?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes! It’s my favorite game,” you smiled.

Another score, Namjoon thought. A girl who was beautiful, smart, had a melodic laugh, and plays video games. What else could he ask for? “Great. Could we play that then?”

“Sure,” you smiled and got up. Namjoon always wondered if you got tired of smiling. Most of the time when he was looking at you you were smiling. Not that he was complaining, he could look at your smile all day.

He watched you put the game in, and return back to the couch. “Prepare to get your ass beat,” you grinned and handed him the controller.

“In your dreams sweetheart,” he teased.

-

It was about 9:00 pm now, and you had played 10 matches. 5 of which you won, 5 Namjoon won.

About 8 matches through your brother started to get fussy so you took him to his room to his own crib to sleep, making sure to turn the baby monitor on.

“I’ll make you a deal…” Namjoon started. He was really going to take a risk saying this wasn’t he.

“Oh really?” You asked looking up at him. You were leaning on his chest, feet curled up underneath you. It’s just how you happened to drift throughout playing the game, and neither of you were complaining.“

“If I win the next game…” Namjoon ignored the anxiety eating away at his insides. “I get to kiss you.” He said.

A smirk danced on your lips. “Deal.” You said.

Namjoon grinned. “Let’s go then,” he said already starting a new game. He was determined to win.

But so were you. There was no way in hell you were going to let him win. Not that you didn’t want to kiss him, God you wanted to kiss him, but you wanted to impress him. Making him think he wouldn’t get to kiss you excited you, it was slightly evil you thought.

“Yes!” You said a little too loudly when you reached your victory. You pumped your fists into the air. “I win,” you turned to Namjoon, grinning.

“You win,” Namjoon repeated, upset he didn’t win. He really wanted to win. Maybe you just didn’t want to kiss him.

Namjoon was looking at the tv screen.

“Namjoon,” you said to call his attention.

“Hm?” He turned his head looking at you until he felt something soft and warm on his lips.

Namjoon could’ve sworn he went into cardiac arrest when he realized you we’re kissing him.

You pulled away a few seconds later grinning at the perplexed look on his face. “B-But you won…” Namjoon whispered, a bright blush plastered on his face.

“So? That doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you,” you smiled. Namjoon stared at you a bit longer before placing a hand on your waist and pulling you into another kiss, this one more passionate than the other since you were both expecting it.

God, kissing never felt so good. Especially when the person Namjoon had basically been in love with for a year was halfway on his lap, one hand on his thigh, the other resting on his shoulder. He gripped your hip lightly, bringing you all the way onto his lap, wrapping both hands around your waist to bring you closer, and both of your hands transferred to being wrapped around his neck.

The kiss became more heated, and he felt more warmth once he got your mouth open. He focused on the noises of your lips colliding with each other, the soft pants as your make out session grew longer and heavier. This is all Namjoon ever wanted. This is more than he wanted. And definitely more than he expected.

You sucked on his bottom lip, and dragged it out with your teeth, lips traveling down his jaw and neck. Namjoon groaned at the sensation of your soft lips on his skin. “Y/n…” He accidentally let slip out.

He started to wonder how it would feel with your lips elsewhere… Namjoon scolded himself for such thoughts and stopped when he became so aware of the growing strain in his jeans. Fuck..

Namjoon’s grip on your waist tightened when you pulled his shirt off, lips reattaching to his jaw. You shifted on his hips and he groaned. You brought one hand down to palm him, giggling at how hard he felt. “Wow,” you giggled and continued to kiss his neck. You couldn’t help but start to get excited yourself.

You started to suck on his skin but his voice stopped you. “Y/n don’t leave a mark, your parents would see and-”

“Shhh,” you hushed him, not daring to look up at him as you’d be too embarrassed. This was already too much for you, and you couldn’t believe he was even letting you be slightly dominant. But you made up your mind right then and there that if this went as far as fucking, you would definitely fuck.

You went farther down to his collarbones, where you knew his shirt would cover, and you started to suck harshly on the skin. Namjoon breathed out the quietest moan, massaging the back of your thigh with his hand. You sucked and bit for a few more seconds before leaning back licking your lips, looking at the mark you had left. You had received a hickey before, but only once from your friend when you were like 15. You had never given one, but you were slightly proud of yourself for this. You dared to look up at Namjoon, and you were frozen in place. His eyes were filled with lust, pupils huge, and he looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t sort out as anger or hunger.

“Your fun is over,” he whispered in a very husky voice as he leant into you, that both scared you and excited you.

“Oh really?” Your eyes couldn’t decide where to look. His abs, his lips, or his eyes. “I think its just started.” You squeaked when he grabbed your ass, flipping you so you were lying back on the couch and he was on top of you.

Oh yeah, you were definitely fucking.

Namjoon attacked your lips again, he just couldn’t get enough of it. Sure, letting you straddle him and give him hickeys was fun, but this was definitely more fun, when he could be in control. You raked your hands through his hair and propped your hips up, wrapping your legs around his waist so your thighs grazed his boner.

He began to nip his way down your neck, not leaving any marks just yet, and you decided to egg him on a little bit, grazing your nails on his bare back and let out a small moan. You grinned to yourself.Wow this was fun. His hands had just started to mess with the hem of your leggings when you froze. You heard a car door shut outside.

Namjoon stopped when you did. “Wha-”

“Shit,” your face went red and you pushed him off quickly, fixing his hair. “Put your shirt on my parents are home,” you spoke quickly and his eyes widened and he went to put his shirt back on.

You fixed your own hair, sitting normally on the couch. “I can’t believe my parents cockblocked me,” you grumbled and picked up the discarded game controller.

Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle at that. You really were something special. By the time your parents walked through the door the both of you only looked like two normal innocent teenagers playing video games. Your mom walked into the room. “Oh, y/n,” she said slightly surprised. You paused the game and stood up and bowed.

“Hi mom….” You said sheepishly. Namjoon couldn’t believe that the girl who was just climbing all over him was suddenly now acting so shy. Namjoon stood up after you, and you drifted back. He bowed, smiling at your mother. “Hi Mrs. Y/l/n. Y/b/n is asleep upstairs in his crib. Y/n helped me with your son tonight, she’s a very good babysitter.” Namjoon said and straightened up, smiling.

“Thank you Namjoon,” she smiled in return, glancing back at you. She took some cash out of her handbag and handed it to him. “Thank you for babysitting tonight.”

“It was a pleasure,” he said, his words more directed at you rather than your mother.

Namjoon was at the door and he bowed again to your parents. “Have a good night Mrs and Mr y/l/n. I would love to babysit for you again. Goodnight Y/n,” he said looking back at you inside. There you we’re once again leaning on the wall. You winked at him, and gave him a look he couldn’t mistake as anything else.

This isn’t over.

Cállate (NSFW)

Summary: After seeing you dancing with another man, Steve gets jealous and makes a move about it.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Other Characters: Unnamed Male Character, Sam Wilson.
Word Counting: 2.1k
Warnings: Very dirty smut and dirty talk, lots of Spanish. This was vaguely inspired by Despacito. Translation to the words is before the tags.
A/N: A huge thanks to @widowsfics and @som3thingcr3ative for helping me with the Spanish parts.

Originally posted by ifoundkylo


Steve tilted his head to the side while your body moved to the sound of the music. He’d never seen you like this, so free and open. It was as if you felt like home in that crowd.

Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote
Tengo que bailar contigo hoy

When that hit – the one he would hear all the time on the radio and Tony played just to bother him – started he braced himself to hear Justin Bieber’s annoying voice in the air, but that wasn’t what heard. A male voice speaking Spanish and completely natural filled his ear and the whole place, and you shoot the man in front of you a smile.

You had taken him to the party Tony was throwing and never left his side. You two were glued to each other, attached by the hip, and when the DJ started throwing dancing songs, you were dancing with him.

When your lips moved, he tried to understand what you said. Steve’s hearing was sensitive, but even he couldn’t hear you talking to the guy with all those the loud sounds.

The first steps you two gave coordinated had everyone moving away to watch, and some agents quickly pulled their phones to film the scene.

Your body moved fluid like water and your toned leg peaked from the slip of the red dress, and it didn’t even look like you were wearing the highest heels he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Damn, dude,” Sam exclaimed. “She’s a pro.”

And you really were.

Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamándome
Muéstrame el camino que yo voy

Your hips moved as you didn’t even have bones, and he quickly understood how you were so flexible during missions.

Steve’s mouth was hanging open and the crotch of his pants was very uncomfortable.

Damn him if he wasn’t hard for you right now. You were always so sexy – not even trying –, but now… You were driving him insane.

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Once Upon A Dream (Part One)

Fandom: Riverdale
Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader/OC
Rating: NSFW, Mature
Warnings: Language/Cursing, Adult Themes/Situations, Emotional Stress/Angst, Gang Activity, Underage Drinking/Drug Useage (Party responsibly!), Rivalry, Smut!
Format: Part One of Three

Note: So this is a little something that popped into my head, inspired by the song, Wildest Dreams. Silly, I know, but some of those lines just seem to fit Sweet Pea so well. I couldn’t resist. This has a slight AU!Quality, where there is a strong football rivalry between the Southside High and Riverdale High. Cliche, perhaps, but I lovee it. There’s some Archie!Angst in the beginning, so if any of you are a sucker for that! This will be a three part mini-series, and should wrap up after the third part!

Looking at him, she couldn’t help but think he was beautiful.

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“I can’t read your smut - would you show it to me?”

Summary: As a smut writer, you loved reading the reviews for your work. But  you did not expect that one of your readers was your roommate: Taehyung.
 
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Genre: SMUT || Warnings: This is a smut about SMUT, guys. going to hell
A/N: Hey! I’ve been thinking about writing a Taehyung smut for a while since he is my bias, my king and my- God never let Taehyung read my masterlist please. Jk. I hope you like it. ♥
Words: +2.6

He pushed the underwear to a side and his hot breath caressed your sensitive skin before giving a long and slow lick to your slit.

“Oh my god” you whispered, throwing your head back against the mattress.

 He smirked and placed his hands on your hips, preventing them to move when his tongu–

Your fingers stopped moving against the keyboard and you read the paragraph again. Was that too much? Was it not enough? You licked your lips and closed your eyes, trying to feel the way your character would and imagine what would happen next. Would he just fuck you right away? Or just tease you a little more?

Your fingertips caressed the keys and you were about to find your answer when you felt a pair of lips brushing against your ear, “What are you doing, Y/N?”

Your body jumped from your seat and panic spread on your face when you found your roommate’s boxy grin behind you. “Holy shit Taehyung, you almost kill me.”

He didn’t answer, his eyes squinted and tried to read what you were writing on the screen. You stood in front of him, covering his view and closing your laptop in a quick move.

His eyes focused on you then, heavy breathing and silently asking him to leave your bedroom.

“Don’t worry, I couldn’t read a thing from your secret project. I need my glasses for that.” He stepped away from you and buried his hands in the pockets of his jacket, “I’m going to buy some cereal, do you need anything?”

You sighed, “No Tae, I don’t.”

“Okay.” He simply nodded, exiting your bedroom and soon leaving the apartment you two shared.

Let’s get one thing straight: you were not embarrassed of your writing. You loved your stories and enjoyed working on them.
You were embarrassed of Taehyung finding out about them. You knew him like the palm of your hand after all that time living together, and you knew he would mock you and tease you for the rest of your life.

What you did not know, is that he already knew about them.

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“THREE KNOCKS.” [¼]

Request ⇾ Being steves younger sister and going to him for boy advice, even though he’s a bit weirded out? (I just finished season 2 AND MY BOY STEVE IS SUCH A MOM)

Warnings ⇾ none at all, just fluff!

A/N ⇾ this was so cute and fun to write!

[PART 2]

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Steve lay on his bed, with the Talking Heads playing quietly in the background. He lay staring at the posters on his ceiling and smiled at each memory they gave him. He was only disrupted from his haze when he heard his younger sister, Y/N, knocking on his bedroom door. Three knocks. Pause. Two knocks. Pause. One knock. It was something they did before entering the others room so they’d know it wasn’t either of their parents. The two shared quite a bond and Y/N usually told Steve everything, recently however, she had been more quite than usual. Steve presumed it was just her age, 13, and not that they had, somehow, lost their bond.

“Yeah, come on in Y/N!” He said as he pushed his slender body up and propped himself with a pillow.

Y/N timidly entered the room, keeping her head down as if she was sulking. She was quiet, not in the comfortable quiet they sometimes shared, it was an awkward and unnerving type of quiet. Steve had never really seen Y/N this way, so something must have been up.

“You okay? Take a seat.” Steve patted his bed and crossed his legs so his younger sister could take a seat.

“I, I need to ask you something.” Y/N said, darting her eyes up for a split second to gage Steve’s reaction.

“Yeah, anything. You know that, Y/N.”

She nodded and sent a small smile up to her brother, who was nervously waiting her response.

“You just can’t laugh. Or tell mom and dad, it stays between us.” She said while extending her pinky out.

“Oh of course, I promise.”

He entwined his little finger with hers and they shook together.

“Okay, so there is this boy I like and I’m not sure how to tell if he likes me back. Or how I should tell him I like him, will I scare him off if I just ask?”

Steve’s jaw dropped, he had never expected in a million years that his baby sister would be coming to him for advice on boys. He hadn’t even had the experience either and had no clue how to handle this without upsetting or potentially ruining it for her.

His hand ran to his temple and he rubbed it, he tried to make it look nonchalant but the free hand that shot up in a fist to his mouth made it noticeable that he was having a hard time with her question.

“W-well–” he cut himself off with a huge sigh before inhaling rather loudly.

Over the next minute his face contorted from looking confused, to looking surprised, back to looking confused and, finally, to taking a big deep breath.

“Well. Y/N, you’re amazing and if he doesn’t see that, then that’s his loss. You should just tell him, I know he’ll like you back.”

Y/N’s face lit up at her brothers kind reaction and embraced him in a loving and appreciative hug.

“Who is it?” He asked, “by the way.” He added when he noticed her body language change.

“Uhm, does it matter?”

“Well, just give me a hint. Go on.”

“I’m friends with him, he’s also friends with you.”

With that, Y/N walked out of the room in large happy strides. Steve, on the other hand, had to take a seat at the thought of who his sisters crush was.

Oh no, oh god no.

DUSTIN.

xx-thedarklord-xx  asked:

Oh! You are doing prompts? I know you can do angst because your soulmate story hurt my heart multiple times. *Sniffles* This is probably silly and I only had a few moments to think of it. But.. what about Draco making a list. Like, 'The 8 reasons I hate you.' Maybe they had a break up and definitely need to get back together. Each number on the list gets progressively weaker until he just admits that he hates that he misses him.. or some shit.

It shouldn’t have surprised Draco that Pansy found a way to break into his flat.  Her abrupt entrance did startle him, but not enough to move him from his place on the sofa.  

“It looks like a fucking crypt in here.  Have you died?” Pansy asked, dropping her things on side table.  She pushed Draco’s feet from the sofa so she had a place to sit.

“Piss off,” Draco mumbled, “I told you I would need some space.”

“Yes, you did, but you’re being an insufferable drama queen.  No one has seen you in weeks.  You skipped my Yule party last week and I’m still furious.”

“You didn’t invite me,” Draco said.

“I never invite anyone!  You know that!  But you’ve always been there.”

“Sorry.”

“Really Draco?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

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The Secret Book Club Part 5

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Fluff, sexy-time-that-isn’t-quite-sexy-time-yet, flirting

Words: 3122

Prompt: LOKI X READER WHO SHARE BOOKS AND READ TO EACHOTHER AND LOTS OF FLUFF HHH THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE PLEASE

Hade to force myself to stop writing 😂 Enjoy this one!

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Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part six
Part seven (NSFW)

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The Heiman Rant

It’s plainly obvious. Heiman is a toxic relationship. 

Heidi and Cartman were built on false pretenses, and therefore doomed to fail. Cartman’s a bad boyfriend. He’s terrible to her. We all want it to end.

But I think in our rush to see this bad thing that made us all so uncomfortable be done with, for it all to just go away, we forget what this relationship was like before it all went sour.

In our need to see Cartman return to his normal self, we never really stopped to look at his relationship with Heidi. How it functioned. We all just said, “bad. fake.” and waited for it to end.

I don’t know HOW many times I’ve heard “Cartman is incapable of being in a relationship unless he’s controlling the person, and Heiman proves that.” And that just bugged me. And I realized why.

Because Cartman WAS in a good relationship. And to start off with, it was a shaky foundation, sure, but nonetheless, he proved that he CAN be a kind, supportive person. 

In season 20 one of their biggest strengths as a couple was communication. They’d tell each other their plans, their hopes and dreams, even their worries. And it worked like a functional relationship. Cartman was relaxed. He hardly stressed out about anything. Hell, he didn’t even get mad when Kyle reminded him of the confrontation that alienated him from the group he was a part of. It was just so far out of his mind that he didn’t care. He was in a good place. And he would do anything to conserve that.

The Mars analogy in season 20 is symbolic of his relationship. A completely alien world to him, but one to make his own. He feels like he’s walking on air, and he’s mesmerized. 

And it’s not as if this relationship only benefited Cartman. Heidi was encouraged to realize how smart she was.

Whenever she was discouraged, Cartman told her it was unwarranted. To “get over” herself, which is a perfectly sound piece of advice. Her doubt was the only thing standing in her way. In the end she realized she was so smart that she could help a fucking space program create a massive amount of energy. 

It was a mutually beneficial relationship.

However, I do want to say that I personally believe this relationship was doomed to fail. simply because, as we see in Cartman’s Mars vision, Heidi is MILES away from Cartman. He doesn’t feel legitimately close to her, and that would’ve surfaced without anyone’s interference. 

 So let’s dive a little deeper in. Let’s ask the most obvious of questions.

What does Cartman think of relationships? 

 I’m sure most people would say “He thinks partners are supposed to be like Alexa.” 

But the answer is actually directly given to us, way back in season 16. 

In an earlier post I explain that Cupid Me is a manifestation of what Cartman considers love. 

Cartman tells cupid me that he believes in him, and that love can change everything. Very strong feelings about love.  

A bit surprising from Cartman, huh? But before the naysayers start insisting that “Cartman Finds Love was out of character!!!” I should tell you that Cartman has consistently admired the concept of love throughout other episodes

 In The Ring when Kenny gets with a girl named Tammy Warner, Cartman is invested in Kenny’s relationship and comments on how it’s “kind of beautiful.”

 In Tweek x Craig he is so invested in their relationship that he fantasizes about assisting them when they need it. In “Where My Country Gone?” he encourages Butters to pull a Lion King 2, while having an affectionate expression while Butters wooes Charlotte. 

 It’s entirely consistent that Cartman loves the concept of love and has specific ideals of what those should be. And it’s NOT an Alexa. Ironically he does ask Alexa what love is, which is sad to say the least. But he does understand at the end of that episode that what he has with Heidi isn’t love. 

But the point is, back when he thought he loved Heidi, he was pretty damn good at expressing it. 

Compliments.

Patience. 

Positivity, 

Support, 

Cooperation, 

and most of all, communication. 

 If Cartman is so incapable of showing love to anything unless he has complete control over it, how and why did he do that FOR AN ENTIRE SEASON? I mean seriously people. It’s not like he was possessed. He wasn’t being threatened. He genuinely believed he loved Heidi, and he had no problems spending time with her. Because he WANTED to.

And what he gave Heidi was probably one of the best relationships you can get as a 4th grader. I mean compare it to any other relationship we’ve seen on south park. Heiman – despite being obnoxious to those who know the “real Cartman,” – is easily the best a 4th grade boy has treated a 4th grade girl in this series. EASILY. It’s no wonder we see Heidi in the 21st season so desperately wanting her Cartman back.

That is – her reflection back. 

Because as cupid me says, “People who are the same belong together,” right? So that’s what Cartman did. Cartman and Heidi were polar opposites. So in order for Heidi and Cartman to work, Cartman became like her. 

Don’t get it twisted, this doesn’t mean he was lying about believing he liked her. It doesn’t mean he’s “faking” because he’s “manipulating her into liking him.” Everyone does this. Everyone in a relationship mimics their partner to some extent. Because the more we admire someone, the more we find ourselves taking on their qualities. Their laughs, their nervous habits, their interests, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

Cartman’s reason for taking on her traits isn’t all involuntary though. You can see several times where Cartman gets shifty eyed, that he’s putting on a front. But the front is genuinely for the sake of conserving the relationship. 

And, for the record, the fact that when talking to Butters Cartman continues to put on his soft-spoken, well-mannered demeanor that he finds it admirable in Heidi. Note the shift in his voice. 

He wants that demeanor from Heidi because he believes it’s part of what makes her so likable. 

In this relationship, Heidi is the one being imitated because she’s the one being admired. She is the one making actions, and Cartman is the making reactions.  And in turn, she is functionally the one in control. Cartman takes control and pushes her to do things, it’s just in his nature to be assertive, but he too understands that when it’s all said and done, her whims are the deciding factor in the relationship.

And, he understands that if he wanted any semblance of a shot with this likable person, he couldn’t act like himself. When Kyle talks about “the old Cartman,” Cartman fidgets and takes a sip of his drink, subtly hiding his anxiousness that Kyle would even mention that in front of Heidi. Then he continuously changes the subject to distract Kyle. 

And this is where it all starts to go to shit.

Kyle is the first person to create/quicken the downfall of Cartman’s relationship (because of course he is.). When Kyle threatens to expose the meanest parts of Cartman’s personality, Cartman panics. 

We know now that if Heidi did see those things Cartman said their relationship could have easily recovered. Her patience with him is unmatched. It’s interesting that Cartman placed Heidi in such high regard that he thought her knowing he criticized a group of women would fuck him over. 

Shame is definitely not a new thing for Cartman, but shame towards his entire personality is. Cartman is so terrified of losing the relationship that he won’t risk being himself. He knows he’s lucky as fuck to have her, so much that he tries to go to a whole other god damn planet just to keep them together.

And what’s interesting about this is that the whole time, even though he’s lying, he still puts the care and effort into talking and expressing his feelings to Heidi. He doesn’t want her to worry, but to some extent, he can’t help but open up to her.

And this might seem like a minor thing, since he’s still lying to her and all, but it’s a polar opposite to his distance and refusal to communicate in season 21.

This is why I insist that the amount of heart that Cartman put into the relationship before shit hit the fan is praiseworthy. He’s putting effort and care into someone like he’s never done before. And it’s amazing.

And then Butters came along with a dialogue. 

The truth is girls hate us, Eric. They’re sick of our shit. And one day, they plan to make us obsolete, stick us underground where we just get milked for our semen. Boys’ only hope is to start over on Mars.

Which matched Cartman’s initial dialogue. 

The icing on the cake is, Butters also predicted that Heidi was doing all this to fuck him over.

That’s how it ends, Eric. Girls get you to feel for them, make you think they’re the best thing in the world, and then they leave, move on to the next thing; and you’re left there crying, with your heart covered in poop.

And for Cartman, who secretly glorifies and holds in such high regard – love – this resonates with him. Because his self-esteem is actually garbage. He knows he will never be with anyone, because he’s him.

In that sense, is it really so far fetched for Cartman to believe that Heidi was just playing an elaborate trick on him?

But Cartman, so genuinely enamored with Heidi, fights this initially. 

That is Cartman’s test. In order to prove to everybody (to himself) that Heidi is in fact, not tricking him, she must be smart and funny, which he believes she is. 

This of course, makes him nervous. He doesn’t want to believe that what he thinks about Heidi isn’t based in reality. Because to him, that would mean that Heidi is tricking him.

Cartman genuinely believes that Heidi is smart. You can see his two reactions here of what he thinks about both of those qualities in Heidi, respectively. 

When Heidi asks if Cartman believes she’s smart, Cartman doesn’t need any time to think about it. But when she asks about being funny, you can see his brain working, trying to search his memories of when she was ever funny. 

Because he’s so enamored with her, he laughs at whenever she says something mildly goofy. But when he looks back on it, it’s never funny. It’s so not funny that he can’t remember what the joke was.

But the concept of faulty memory is thrown out the window when he realizes that nothing she said would’ve been funny in real time. 

He genuinely thought she was funny. He equated his smiles and laughs of joy to her being funny. But with the rose colored glasses off, his claim of her not manipulating him falls apart in his eyes.

So by the end of the season, when all is said and done, we of course are left with a bitter, cold Cartman, who wants nothing to do with Heidi. 

In our first impression we might’ve said that he was buying into a conspiracy that Butters sold him, and is forcing the idea that she betrayed him because he wanted to believe the conspiracy.

But that’s not what this is. 

This is Cartman convinced that no one would ever genuinely like him. That of course after all he’s done, the only reason anyone would ever be with him, under any circumstance, would be doing it simply to trick him. And everything that Heidi made him feel, like the idea that she could make him laugh by saying anything, even though it wasn’t funny, was all part of her plan to bring him high up and watch him crash to the ground. 

Not because he actually believes that women want to milk men’s semen. The smart and funny test had nothing to do with that. 

His actions now aren’t him mistreating Heidi because he just can’t help himself. He proved for an entire season that he can. His actions are out of resentment.

In s21e01 he’s simply non-confrontational. He tries to make it work at minimum capacity – minimal communication, spending very little time with her, but her nagging makes him resentful. And yes, he places himself as the victim in this situation. In his paranoid mind, he is being unresponsive to not give her the pain she wants. Because he still feels for her. (I think that’s why he can’t decide whether or not he wants to break up with her.) 

But when she pushes, he lashes out. He hates talking about this relationship he once thought was great. But at the same time, he doesn’t want it to go away. Just the status of being in a relationship makes him feel good. He feels needed. He feels trapped, in that sense, and in turn even more angry that that “bitch” is trapping him.

But really it’s him struggling with his emotions, and she happens to be caught in the middle of it.

What Cartman does to Heidi is sad, and definitely sadistic. And to him it feels justified. But at the same time, I think he still believes the statement he blurted in the midst of his panic.

In his sadistic, projecting, paranoid little head, Heidi already accomplished what she sought out to do. Lift him up and knock him down.

For that brief moment in his life, he really experienced something beautiful.

And now it’s over. 

Because he destroyed it.

I think, and I hope, for the development of his character, that he knows that.

bts scenario: They break up with you, then regret it. (F)

Originally posted by jjilljj

Seokjin/Jin:

It had been 2 weeks since Jin had shouted his breakup speech at you, with nothing but venom in his voice. It had been during an argument, and he had meant it at the time, but the past two weeks had been nothing but pure, hell. He had been moping about the dorms, messing up in practice, he couldn’t remember the last time he ate properly. And little did he know, how much worse you were doing.

You were heartbroken, yes you had caused a silly argument, but he had really broken up with you because of it. You felt as if he hated you, he sure acted like he did, you stopped sleeping, you stopped leaving the house and stopped communicating with anyone but your best friend. Despite how many times the other members had tried to contact you, you weren’t interested, they weren’t Jin. All you wanted was Jin.

Jin had finally had enough without you in his life, and hurled himself towards your apartment complex in the middle of night, not even bothering to knock, he knew it would be open. You always left the door open. You always wanted him to come back to you, no matter what. And Jin was praying this would be no different, he would have a lot of making up to do, but he would do whatever it takes, to make you his again.

Originally posted by yoonseok

Yoongi/Suga:

Yoongi regreted the words the second they left his mouth, all his pent up anger seemed to vanish. But he was too stubborn to admit it, he stormed off in what you could assume was anger. But in reality, he just couldn’t bare to see your devestated face. You left soon after, not bothering to say goodbye, they always seemed so final, you didn’t want this to be final, it couldn’t be. You loved him so much, you just couldn’t leave it like this.

It had been three days. Three long days and three cold nights. You missed his arms, his smell, his everything. He missed your warm hugs, your subtle smiles, your everything. Neither of you could bare it anymore, and both left for eachothers dorms. Only to literally, bump into one another on the street.

Your eyes had instantley met eachother. It seemed both of your demenours melted in sight of one another. No words would be said, not yet anyway, just a very, passionate kiss. Knowing you would have to work things out, but that could wait until tomorrow, because you both knew, that you could fix anything. Aslong as you did it together.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Namjoon/RM:

Namjoon had broken up with you a month ago, and you were determined to forget him. But of course, it hadn’t worked. He claimed it was for the best, that he was too busy and wanted you to be happy. But you weren’t happy without him. And it took losing you, to realise how unhappy he was without you. Somehow he got even clumsier, not caring if he broke anything, he couldn’t think straight, yet alone perform. Of course he seemed fine, his performances were still perfect, but in his heart they weren’t, everyone close to him knew he was broken. Everyone could see through the facade, and (not so) coinsidently everyone who was close to you, knew you were behaving just the same.

Surprisingly, it was Jin that decided enough was enough, before sitting down with Namjoon and talking sense into him, informing him of your state, and how even though Namjoon wanted the best for you, he had caused nothing but the worst. Namjoon didn’t even let Jin finish before running off into the starry night to find you, only hoping, only praying that your heart would still belong to him, so he could mend it and cherise it. And of course your heart would still be his, it always had been, and always will be.

Originally posted by hobies

Hoseok/J-hope:

Hoseok didn’t even waste a minute before trying to apologize, but you were too blinded by hurt to do anything, just muttering that you needed time to think before walking away. He would rethink everything he had said, before finalising that he made a huge mistake. Then deciding that he would do whatever he could, to make you forgive him.

It started with flowers, flowers became chocolates, chocolates became teddy bears, and those teddy bears became love letters. It was something straight out of a cliché romantic movie, yet you simply couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off of your face every time a gift would appear at your doorstep.

It was the fifth day of these ‘spontaneous’ gifts, when Hoseok arrived at your door, with your favourite meal in his hands, you wouldn’t even say anything before pulling him into a hug, slightly crying into his shoulder as you listened to his relentless apologies. Before you whispered a simple ‘I forgive you.’ into his ear, knowing that you could fix whatever problems you had, because you simply loved each other too much to be apart.

Originally posted by parkjmzl

Jimin:

He was furious. Instant regret for what he had said to you two weeks ago. In all honesty, he felt free for a few days, after breaking up with you. He was still young - thats what he had told himself - that he needed to know who he was without you, and it didn’t seem all that awful, yet right here, right now, all of that had changed. He was livid.

You were at a café with a friend, a boy, friend. Who by all chance, had never met Jimin. So as you sat on the window seat, as you friend did his best to cheer you up. Jimin couldn’t take it anymore, insantley feeling all the wounds you had felt, wishing he had never muttered the stupid, toxic words to you, now only realising how much he loved you. But he was worried it was too late, you had looked so happy sat there, so beautiful without even trying.

He went to turn around, to walk away from the person he had loved most, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave you, he couldn’t be without you. It just took an insane amount of jealousy to realise that. So, in a bling moment of a mix of fury and desperation, he mustered up all his courage before walking into the little café, and straight up to you and Y/F/N.

‘Baby, If I can still call you that, look if this is your new boyfriend, well… I don’t care, okay? Look, I’m not even making sense, I want you to be happy, but with me. Unless that would make you unhappy, I should have thought this through, okay, um…’

‘Jimin?’

‘Yes baby, I mean… Y/N?’

‘This is my friend Y/F/N, but I’m sure he wont mind if you want to talk, y’know… In private? You’re making a bit of a scene for someone who doesn’t know what he wants to say..’

‘If that’s alright, I really want to talk to you, to work things out, please baby.’

‘Of course, this doesn’t immediatley fix anything, but I’m willing to try, because I love you Jimin.’

‘I love you more, Y/N, now let’s go sort everything out, together.’

‘Together.’

Originally posted by toughchim

Taehyung/V:

He wouldn’t even believe what he had done, barely leaving it 12 hours before turning up at your parents house. Immediatley asking for their forgiveness, despite them having no clue what was going on. He was desperatley asking for their help on how to win you back, in which they had decided to give him a cup of tea, and plenty words of encouragement, reminding him of how forgiving you were, and reminding him of how much you loved him. And how much your parents loved him too. Before deciding to send him on his way. But without his knowledgement, your (snakey) father had taken time out of his evening to ring you. Informing you of the whole facade. And how distressed Taehyung was behaving, and how sorry he had seemed. Yes, you were still slightly angry, but the thought of him being worried enough to visit your parents, warmed your heart. And, whether you wanted to admit it or not. In that moment, it seemed you had already forgiven him.

You rung Taehyung around an hour later, - after constantly contemplating whether it was a good idea or not - asking for him to come over, and of course he did without thought. He arrived at your apartment in a seriously impressive amount of time, which resulted in the evening being full of hugs, kisses and laughter, forgiving one another in the process, for love could fix anything. Especially the love you had for eachother.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jungkook:

It had been 61 days. No you weren’t counting.. Okay you were. You had too. It had been two months, and your thoughts were constantly swirling between memories and thoughts of Jungkook, neither your heart or mind could let go. He had a permanent effect on you, you had never thought that love could have hurt like this. But you were mistaken, your friends kept trying everything they could, but it seemed that nothing would work, and to your surprise, Jungkook was no better.

He seemed fine, he continued performing perfectly, smiling to the public eye. But the boys knew what was happening behind those closed doors, the constant tears, relentment to eat and sleep for decent amount of times. No one could help him, and no one could heal him. Yet he was so convinced that you didn’t miss him, nor that you cared. He began to overthink everything, making up scenarios of how little you cared about him. Yet he was so far from the truth, and it took Namjoon to realise that.

Namjoon had rung you, telling you that Jungkook was in trouble, that he needed you. And he wasn’t strictly lying, because Jungkook wasn’t far from being in pieces. Of course you went quickly, flying to wherever they were performing too that night, your mind filled with different worries. Was he sick? Had he been working too hard? You didn’t care which, you just needed to make sure he was okay.

You had almost bashed the door down, yet the minute your eyes met with his, all your confidence had fluttered away, like a flock of birds after a dog barked. You wanted to run and hide, yet you had no chance too once he had pulled you in for the most passionate kiss you ever had.

And just like that, all the stress and worries melted off the pair of you, simply needing each other in the moment. You knew you had to talk to one another, to sort out whatever went wrong, but absent-mindedly, neither of you were worried. For you knew aslong as you had each other, you’de work it out. You’de be okay. You always were.

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I’m sorry some of the members were shorter than the other. I’m not sure if I like this, I’m also kind of poorly with a cold so I’ve not been able to focus as well as I could otherwise, but some people wanted similar writings to the argument one!! But I wanted to change it up a bit, I hope you enjoy it though, cuz sis loves a bit of bts fluff,,,

(all gif creds go to owners. please let me know feedback on this, always feel free message me too!I hope you have/are having a good day ♡ )

Love Me Please | Pt. 1

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: CEO!AU | Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1872

Author’s Note: I do not own the gif. Credit goes to owner.

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Being the personal assistant of one of Korea’s well known businessman wasn’t easy. Especially, when said businessman was the most morose and irritating person you’ve ever met in your life. To be honest, when you first applied for this job, you did not expect your boss to be a 22-year-old young man. At the beginning, you admired how well he handled his work and company with passion and hard work at such a young age, finding it even attractive to the point where you couldn’t wait to go to work the next morning. Well, that was until he removed that heartwarming smile and showed his true face. Who would have known that said boss was hiding a very conceited personality behind that ‘Oh I’m so hardworking, down to earth and I love my job’ mask? Surprise! You didn’t. Until he started picking at everything you were doing, be it good or bad, giving you harsh comments every now and then, making you want to punch him right in the face. But being the hardworking woman you were, you never gave up and worked even harder, proving to him that no matter what he was doing, you wouldn’t break down as he wished you would.

You name is Y/N, and you are going to show your Boss, Kim Taehyung, that you’re unbreakable.


“Mr. Kim, we need to hurry-“

Before you could end your sentence, you covered your eyes with your hands, turning your head around so fast you thought your neck snapped.

Taking a deep breath, you clenched your jaw tightly and hissed slightly. “Mr. Kim! The dinner starts in 15 minutes, we need to leave now.“

“Babe, why don’t you just kick her out?“ You heard the woman sitting on his lap ask with a high pitched voice, her lips still attached on his neck.

Chuckling at the question, your boss answered with his raspy voice. “Darling, you know I would, but this dinner is important. My dad has obliged me to go there no matter what.“

“But Babe~“ She whined as she pouted her lips.

“I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.“

Gaging at their nicknames for each other, you watched how your boss winked at his–most probably–one night stand as he reached out for his jacket, walking toward you with a smirk plastered on his lips.

Rolling your eyes, you opened the door and stepped out of his office as you were looking down to your planer. When you felt his presence beside you, you started talking. “Chairman Kim wanted me to say that this dinner with Mr. Byun is very important. The last dinner you both had didn’t go well, I know. But please try to make sure to convince him to sign the contract, Sir. Otherwise your father will be mad at you.“

“You’re really talking too much, Y/N.“ Your Boss huffed as he nodded to his driver once to affirm him that he could drive now.

Taking another deep breath, you tried to calm your anger down. “This dinner is important, Mr. Kim. Please, take it seriously.“

Clicking his tongue, he mumbled. “Whatever.“

Looks like tonight was going to be a very stressful and long night.


“But Sir, your father wants you to apologize!“

Glaring at you, Taehyung hissed. “I’m not apologizing, Y/N! You, out of all people, should now that!“

Placing your fingers on your temple, you whispered. “I know, Sir. Mr. Byun wasn’t behaving like a professional either but this is really important for your company. This is the best deal we’ve received for this project and everyone worked really hard on it. Please, do it for your workers, Sir..“

You watched how his eyes softened after hearing your words. Tilting your head a little bit, you looked him expectantly in the eyes. “Hmm?“

Breaking the eye contact, he nodded and mumbled softly. “Okay..“

Smiling triumphantly, you leaned back in your chair. Checking the time on your watch, you confirmed. “It’s already 8 o’clock, he should be here any minute-“

Just before you could end your sentence, Mr. Byun walked up to your table. Nudging your Boss, you whispered. “He’s here.“

Now you just had to do one thing; get the signature.


“Taehyung, my friend, why aren’t you eating?“ Mr. Byun asked as he smirked at your Boss.

Placing a fake smile on his face, Taehyung answered. “I’m not hungry, Mr. Byun.“

“Why did you order food if you’re not hungry. Wait, why do I even care? You’re the one who’s going to pay.“ Mr. Byun laughed shamelessly.

Turning your head to your left, you observerd Taehyung’s face, who, by the way, insisted you should sit beside him. His jaw was clenched and his hands were formed into fists, anger running through his whole body.

The dinner wasn’t going as smoothly as you hoped, the sarky remarks that was leaving Mr. Byun’s mouth turning the atmosphere into an uncomfortable one. Every now and then, you turned your head to your boss and tried to make eye contact with him, making sure that he wouldn’t jump out of his chair and punch Mr. Byun right in the face.

“My lovely Y/N, are you just eating a salad?“

Hearing your name coming out of Mr. Byun’s mouth in such a way, your whole body tensed. “A-Ah, yes. I’m not that hungry,“ you said while forcing a smile.

“Ahh, so you’re taking care of your body, hm?“ He asked again.

“E-Ehm, yeah, yeah..“

“Believe me, sweetheart, I would do the same if I would have such a beautiful body like yours. I wish I had such a beautiful assistant like you. I would work 24/7 and never leave my office.“ He said as he observed your body up and down.

You jumped slightly when you heard your Boss slam his cutlery on the table. When you turned your head to him, you saw him glaring at the man sitting in front of you, the veins on his neck already visible.

Taehyung was angry, very angry.

You, on the other hand, didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t ruin this dinner, you had to think about your coworkers who had worked so hard on this project. They deserved the best. So, you took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Cutting his steak into pieces, Mr. Byun asked another inappropriate question. “Sweetheart, are you single?“

Gripping your chair, you answered through your gritted teeth. “Yes, I am, Sir.“

Don’t ruin this, Y/N! Don’t!

“Hm, beautiful.“

From the corner of your eye, you saw Taehyung lift his knife up as he glared at Mr. Byun. Immediately, your hand reached towards his hand, taking the knife away from him and giving him his glass filled with water. When you made sure that nothing sharp was near his side, you slightly leaned to him and hissed. “Don’t, Mr. Kim. Don’t forget why we’re here. Here, drink your water.“

Thank God, Mr. Byun oblivious to all this since he was enjoying his steak.

Looking up from his plate, the man sitting in front of you smiled at your Boss. “So, Taehyung. I’m listening to you.“

Turning his head to you, Taehyung watched how you nodded at him once. Gulping down, he started talking. “Our last dinner we had a few days ago didn’t went so well. I might have overreacted a little bit. I’m..“ he closed his eyes and tightened his fists, “I’m sorry, Mr. Byun.“

Looking up at Mr. Byun, you saw him smiling triumphantly. “That’s how you should do it, my dear friend, Taehuyng.“

Every word that was coming out of his most was making Taehyung’s blood boil without thinking about the consequences. Slowly, but surely, he was reaching his limit.

You watched how the man sitting in front of you drank his last gulps of water, holding the glass almost in front of your face. “Could one of you bring me water?“

Cursing inwardly at him, you forced another smile. “Ah, yes, of course.“

Searching for a waiter in the fancy restaurant, you turned your head from side to side. Taehyung, too, searched for one.

Seeing that nobody was anywhere near, Mr. Byun spoke up. “Taehyung, your assistant should pour me some water. I would love to drink the water poured by such a beautiful woman.“

Taehyung’s head snapped towards Mr. Byun in a blink of an eye, his jaw almost breaking from the way he was clenching it with such force.
The moment you realized that your Boss was ready to attack the shameless man, you intervened. Grabbing his arm, you stopped him immediately and spoke up. “I can do it!“

Standing up, you searched for a carafe, walking toward Mr. Byun’s side of the table and pouring it in his glass. Placing the glass on the table, you took a step away from him, ready to sit back down on your chair, but stopped when you felt his hand on your wrist. Yanking you down beside him, Mr. Byun wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled at you. “Thank you, sweetheart. Now why don’t you just sit here for the rest of the night and accompany me, hm?“

That was it, that was the last straw.

Without being able to understand what was happening, you were yanked away from Mr. Byun and soon, your Boss was punching the man in the face with his blood covered fists.

Immediately, you rushed forward and tried to stop your Boss, shouting in between his curses. “Mr. Kim! Sir, Please, don’t! Sir, stop! TAEHYUNG!“

Hearing his name coming out of your mouth for the first time, Taehyung stopped immediately. Grabbing your wrist, he turned to Mr. Byun and hissed. “If I see you ever again, I will kill you!“

With that, he walked out of the restaurant. “Mr. Kim! What do you think you’re doing?! What are we going to say to Chairman Kim now?! You’re father is going to-“

“He was literally harassing you, Y/N! I’ll kill that bastard!“

“Do you know how much I struggled to arrange this dinner, Sir?! I begged to so many people so that Mr. Byun would clear his schedule for tonight! You ruined everything!“

“What should I have done?! Should I have watched how that disrespectful bastard was harassing you in front of my eyes?!“

“For the sake of your company, yes, Sir! You know how important this project is-“

“NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU, Y/N!“

Frozen, you looked at his face. “W-What?“

Taking a deep breath, Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair. “I can’t stand seeing him harass you like that! I don’t know why but whenever I see you near a man, I get angry and I have the urge to protect you!“

Blinking a few times, you asked hesitantly. “Mr. Kim, what are you talking about-“

“I think I’m in love with you, Y/N.“

Well, shit..

Hell is empty promises

This short review of EP3 is written based on the presumption that all leaks were fake/were never going to happen, and so it only looks at the episode as it is with as little as possible of “it could’ve been better/it could’ve had this and that.”

Forewarning, I’m not a certified video game critic with twenty years of experience, several tours and three bullet wounds that I got reviewing games in Vietnam.

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Petplay - Kinks pt. 1

Yoongi x reader

genre: Petplay, dom!yoongi, smut

word count: 3.1k

thanks to @lonely-kitten-named-bambi ‘s weird past for the idea! ( @joon-chaos )


It’s a series for every memeber and their kinks I think they have. The first one is dedicated to Min Yoongi and a petplay kink. Enjoy.

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The Boss’ son

Will hated his boss with a passion. He was a jumped-up know-it-all who sent everyone out to work for rip-off prices and tried every method he could to cut corners. Will had been working for the company since he was 18 and had garnered a reputation for himself as a hard worker and a highly skilled construction man over the last 11 years. He now managed a team of men who both respected and liked him. But one year the company was sold to Terrance, the new boss and things had started to slide very quickly.

One morning, Terrance announced that he would be introducing his 21 year old son into the world of business starting from the very bottom by working with Will and his men for the next few months before moving up to bigger and better things. Terrance had no idea how to sugar coat things.

Kyle was a tall and lanky young guy with a long trendy hairstyle that did not look right with the construction worker clothes he was parading around in. Will hated him instantly. He had a surly look on his face and looked like he’d never be strong enough to do the sort of work the other men had to do on a daily basis. It also made Wills blood boil with anger that his friend Gary had been fired last week to cut costs; clearly just an exercise to make way for Kyle.

Kyle was just as useless as Will had expected. He was lazy, weak and had a superior attitude to everyone else. Will tried to be nice. He was looking around at other companies for work, but he still had a mortgage to pay on his own, so he couldn’t risk upsetting the boss too much.

Will was a strapping guy. He was 6′2 and bigger than any of the other men in his team. He’d been in construction work for 12 years and spent his leisure time in the gym building more muscle. He liked to keep his men well fed to improve morale and he usually found that the guys would grow stronger and more bulky after some time working with him. It all helped to make his team the best performing in the company.

Will was sure to be nice to Kyle, but he didn’t mind when the other guys played pranks on him or called him names like ‘whippet’ to denote his scrawny physique.

Kyle was not keen on hard work. He’d pick the least energy consuming job he could and was awful with any other jobs he was given. In the end, Will settled for a quiet life, giving Kyle the simplest job he could find. Something he couldn’t fuck up. Kyle was clearly just counting down the days until he could move up the company ladder and on to bigger and better things. Maybe the guys who were mean to him were forgetting that Kyle would be their boss one day.

The meaningless jobs grew more and more meaningless. Kyle was useless. Will would often leave him in charge to guard the tools if they were in a bad neighbourhood and enjoyed the time with his other men instead. It made Will angry that he’d lost a competent worker to pay for useless Kyle to be here.

However, Kyle would happily tuck in to all the food with the guys. For a guy who barely did any work, he sure built up an appetite. Will would find himself sending Kyle off to collect food for the guys and see an extra bag of food Kyle had bought for himself. Like Will, a lot of the guys on Will’s team were in to body building and so they ate frequently throughout the day to keep their muscles fed. Kyle seemed to think this was just a regular thing for working men and tucked in to his grub alongside them.

It wasn’t long before the results started to show. Kyle’s ass started to develop some shape and he had the beginnings of a little double chin. His nipples started to show under his t shirt and he filled out his uniform a little better than he had before. Unlike the men who usually worked under Will, none of the extra weight was muscle.

The guys picked up on it straight away. ‘Terrance’s boy is looking a bit fatter isn’t he? one laughed. ‘Ha, yeah, I’m not surprised though, he eats like a fucking pig and doesn’t do any work’, commented another.

‘Guys’, said Will. ‘Just leave him be. He’ll be out of our hair in a few months and he can get as fat as he wants. We’re just keeping Terrance sweet. In fact…’ Will stopped, suddenly allowing his evil streak to shine through, ‘we should just take advantage of it. Nothing will show Terrance what a lazy bastard his son is than having him gain a few lbs’.

The guys laughed and looked across at Kyle who was sat by a bucket cleaning tools across the site. ‘I say, let the guy eat’, smiled Will. ‘What do you say guys?’

Over the next few weeks, Will made sure his men stopped for plenty for food during work time. Kyle greedily ate at every stop. The guys sniggered to each other as they watched Kyle tuck in. They’d leave some of their food or offer it to Kyle, grinning at each other as he accepted every time.

The results were almost instant. Kyle’s ass started to develop some width to it. His stomach looked like it was getting doughy underneath his shirt and his face was softening up well. The guys even conspired to have Kyle change a load of lightbulbs across the site so that they could see his exposed gut as he lifted his arms in the air; sneakily taking pictures with their phones. Not only did Kyle have a soft little belly, but two chunky love handles were starting to bloom as well. The guys were in hysterics talking about it all.

As Kyles work pants started to get tight, Will made an effort to get him new ones. ‘Look at those biceps!’ he said, walking by Kyle one morning. ‘You can tell you’re a construction worker now. You’re really starting to pack on some muscle like me and the boys. I think you’ll need a larger size outfit for these guns. Here’s a medium. Well done man!’

Kyle grinned to himself and smiled like he genuinely thought he was one of the boys. The guys were a bit annoyed at Will when they could no laugh at him struggling to do up his pants after going to the toilet. However, Will was just trying to stop him realising how fat he was getting and going on a diet. He told the guys about what he had said about Kyle’s biceps and advised the guys to do the same. Now that Kyle was seriously chunking up, they had to do all they could to stop him going on a diet.

By the time the six months was up, Kyle had gained at least 40bs of fat. He had a chubby little ass and a belly that was actually starting to round out into a proper gut. The guys had been called in for a full team briefing. Will expected that this was where they would be told that Kyle was getting his promotion. In reality, the future looked much more bleak.

Terrance wanted to take the company in a different direction. Rather than taking on extensive projects, the company would instead focus on smaller scale work and split up into smaller teams. Will would no longer be working with the team he had grown so fond of over the years. He watched as his team was split before his eyes, leaving only him in the middle of the room. Was he about to be fired?

‘And what about me?’ he asked Terrance, hatefully.

Terrance looked at him as if he was the stupidest guy he’d ever met. ‘You’ve got Kyle of course’.

Kyle was taking a sick day, something he liked to do at least once a fortnight. Will clearly failed to hide the frustration in his face.

‘Hey’, bellowed Terrance. ‘I chose you because I know he’ll learn a lot from working with you one-to-one, so don’t give me attitude. I also want you to shape him up a bit. That kid has grown pretty fucking fat working with your boys over there.’

Oh, you think he’s fat do you? thought Will. Ha! He’d show Terrance. Will was going to make sure Kyle was the softest, plumpest construction worker Terrance had ever seen. I’m going to really fatten up the lazy fucker he thought to himself, determined. What Will didn’t expect was the slight boner he had in his pants as he thought about taking control of Kyle’s body so consciously at the front of his mind.

‘Hey buddy!’ he greeted Kyle warmly the next day. ‘It’s you and me. Isn’t that great?’

‘Yeah, I guess so’, said Kyle sounding like he wasn’t bothered.

‘I’m hungry, let’s head for some breakfast.’

‘Yeah, I’m up for that’, said a work-shy Kyle.

Will made sure to eat plenty in front of Kyle and then burned it off taking on the extra work whilst he found the most menial job for Kyle that would stop him burning off the calories. Will also punished himself each night in the gym and found that the extra calories and workouts made him look more pumped than ever. Kyle would always out eat him anyway. It was the one thing he was actually good at. And so it was that Kyle grew steadily softer as Will grew larger and more ripped than he had ever been in his life.

It was around this time that Will started to realise that Kyle was developing a crush on him. He sometimes caught him starting at him when he had his shirt off and would always go red faced and shy when Will asked him about girls. Will didn’t mind and quickly realised that he could use it to his advantage.

‘Damn you’re strong now Kyle. I can’t get over how you lifted that bag of cement like it was nothing. Must be those big strong thighs of yours huh?’ Kyle swallowed it all, thinking he was more hunk than chunk. Will would always comment on his manly appetite and say how good he was at eating, like it was a competition.

Kyles small belly started to roll over his pants. His nipples bloomed into round, juicy moobs and his ass widened further. Will really enjoyed the effect he was having on him and his cock started to swell with pride with the increasing dominance he had over Kyle’s body.

‘What do you want to eat this morning?’ asked Will.

’Nothing, I’m not hungry’, said Kyle in a sulky voice. This was clearly the day Will had been dreading.

’What’s the matter man? That’s not like you.’

‘My dad told me I was turning into a fat ass. Had a huge go at me last night.’

Yes, you are turning in to a fat ass thought Will to himself, feeling the thrill of him having annoyed Terrance by making his son into a fat little porker.

‘You’re dads a dick’, said Will bluntly. ‘He has no idea about construction work’. Will pointed to a guy across the street who was skinny and underfed looking. ‘See that guy over there? That’s what you used to look like when you came to work for us. Does he look like he can carry a bag of cement like you can?’

‘No’, said Kyle, quietly.

‘No way. You need to be big and muscular to do our type of work. Big men, with big appetites, like us. So if you think you’re going to diet and go back to looking like that scrawny little shit over there, you might as well resign now. I’d rather have my partner who can down 5 cheeseburgers, like you did the other day’, nodded Will like he was still genuinely impressed by Kyle masculinity. ‘So what do you say buddy?’

‘Yeah, I guess so. I think you’re right. My dads an ass. He’s never worked in construction in the way we have.’

‘Yeah, that’s more like it’, cheered Will. ‘Fuck him!’

‘Fuck him!’ repeated Kyle.

‘Ata boy’, smiled Will, slapping Kyle’s belly and taking the wheel. ‘So where are we going for breakfast?’

Kyle never mentioned dieting again. Will felt himself getting hard as he imagined Kyle going home each day just a little fatter than the last. His dad forced to watch as his son slowly turned in to a fat pig with absolutely no control over what Will was doing to him.

Will became more flirty with Kyle. He constantly complemented him on his big shoulders, wide chest and thick thighs. Kyle took it all in, not realising that Will was actually complementing him on how damn soft and fat he was growing. He’d take his shirt off at any opportunity he could and took pleasure in Kyle trying to avoid being caught watching him. He also encouraged Kyle to take his shirt off and always chose something to complement him on when he did so: ‘Look at those guns big guy’; or ‘No one’s going to mess with you big man.’

Kyle had a proper belly on him now. It swelled over his pants and provided a shelf for his moobs to sit on. The contrast between Will’s hard body and Kyle’s soft flab made Will so damn horny it was hard to keep his hands from grabbing a roll of Kyle’s fat as he sat next to him each day in the van.

‘See that guy over there’, pointed Will one day whilst they were parked up tucking in to a mountain of fast food. ‘I’m not gay, but I could totally get a man crush on him. What do you think?’

‘Um, yeah’, said Kyle, somewhat caught off guard.

‘He’s got the big arms and shoulders, like you I suppose. But…nah, actually. If I was going to give up fucking girls for a guy, he’d have to be a bit burlier than that. I couldn’t hack being with someone who couldn’t eat like we can. You know what I mean?’

Kyle was stunned into silence.

‘Ha! Relax man, I’m sure even you’ve had a man crush in your time! Its all good’, he laughed as he patted Kyle on his fat thighs and watched as Kyle had to adjust himself to avoid showing a semi he was probably getting at that very moment.

Will played up to Kyles crush more and more over the coming weeks; patting his ass playfully and holding eye contact just that little bit too long. Kyle seemed to respond by showing off just how bulky and manly he was by eating more than ever before.

‘Fuck Will! What have you done to Kyle?’ whispered the guys from Will’s old team as they met up for a staff briefing a couple of months later. ‘He’s fucking huge!’

‘I know’, grinned Will, ‘I’ve turned him into a fucking pig. You should see how much I’ve got him eating in a day now. Poor fatty has to wear XL’, he laughed, feeling his cock stiffening.

The guys were stunned by the transformation, staring at Kyle from across the room.

‘It’s pure lard as well’, said Will, enjoying the opportunity to speak out loud about what he had been doing to Kyle over the last 9 months. ‘There’s a fucking huge gut under that shirt!’

The guys patted him on the back and sat back in their chairs to marvel some more.

Terrance came out and announced that the company’s previous redirection into smaller scale projects was working out less profitable than he had expected. Big surprise there, thought Will. As such he would be reforming the old teams to take on larger work from next week. Will was overjoyed. His old team back!

‘And, I’m pleased to announce that my son Kyle will be moving up the company to work as part of my junior staff. I’m sure we can all congratulate him on his hard work over the last 15 months.’

There was a half-hearted clap from the crowd, but Will suddenly realised that he was actually going to miss Kyle more than he ever thought he would. He was too stunned to clap. After tomorrow, Kyle would no longer be with him every day.

Will made sure their last day was extra fattening. Kyle ate every meal like it was his last and Will felt a deep dread in his stomach that he would never get to enjoy watching the fatty pig out any more.

‘Hey, since you’re getting this promotion, why not come over to mine to celebrate tonight? Have a few beers with me?’

‘Sure!’ spat, Kyle with too much enthusiasm. ‘I’d love to!’

The day was over pretty fast and before Will knew it, Kyle was at his door ready to celebrate his promotion.

Will was already shirtless and wearing tight little shorts so that Kyle could see more of his body than ever before. He took Kyle straight into the back yard where he had a barbecue going. Will had no neighbours so it was a nice private space to be in.

‘Smells great’, said Kyle, his mouth already watering. ‘I didn’t know we were doing food.’

‘Ha, come on, its us, of course were doing food. You don’t get big and bulky like us without enjoying your food right? Take your shirt off man, it’s roasting this evening.’

Kyle obeyed and sat himself in a chair with a cool beer in his hand.

Will watched as Kyle ate and ate. He was sure to wear his sunglasses so that Kyle could not see him checking out his round, spherical gut as he spoke to him the whole evening, growing hornier and hornier.

‘So have you thought about your man crush yet?’ asked Will as the conversation about the best beers started to dry out.

’Ha’, laughed Kyle nervously. ‘I guess, I have’. He was on his fifth beer and feeling more than a little confident. ‘I guess he would have to be a guy like you. You know, muscly and strong looking. Nice face, a bit macho.’

Will pretended to be more drunk than he was and laughed without a care in the world as he said casually, ‘Fuck man, don’t say that, you’re giving me a semi here, look!’ And he spread his legs.

Kyle took the bait. ‘I mean it though’, he pressed. ‘I’d do anything to be with a guy like you.’

Kyle had played his hand too early and all of the power now lay in Will’s hands.

‘Anything huh?’ he said standing up and moving to stand over Kyle, who looked up almost concerned about how Will was going to react. ‘Stand up for me.’

Kyle did as he was told without question, standing there as Will slowly began to circle him.

‘Well, you’ve got a cute ass on you’, whispered Will into Kyle’s ear, grabbing a handful of soft flesh. ‘Take your shorts off so I can see it properly.’

Kyle obeyed, taking off his shorts like it was the most natural thing in the world. Will pulled at the waistband of Kyle’s underwear and peered down at his naked ass, all soft and round.

‘Mmm, yeah that’s one cute ass you’ve been hiding from me.’

He continued to circle Kyle.

‘And I know you have a nice manly appetite, so that’s one thing checked off my man crush list. A nice thick chest’, he continued, stroking Kyle’s fat moob. ‘But, oh dear, what’s this?’ he asked moving his hand down to lightly stroke Kyles fat gut.

‘What’s this?’ repeated Will more loudly as he stared through his sunglasses into Kyles submissive eyes.

‘It’s…it’s my belly’, said Kyle, unsure of the correct answer.

‘Yes, it is’, said Will harshly, grabbing a roll and jiggling it. ‘This…’ he continued. ‘This belly is not quite what I’m after.’

‘You want me to lose weight?’ asked Kyle, red faced.

‘No, I don’t’ said Will, pressing his abs into Kyle as he leaned in closer. ‘If I’m going to stop fucking girls to screw a guy, he’s going to have to have a belly that’s much, much bigger than this.’

He moved back slightly and looked at Kyle square in face. ‘And when I say bigger Kyle, I mean fatter, much, much fatter’. He slid his hand down under Kyle’s belly to grab Kyle’s hard cock, starting to stroke it up and down. Kyle melted instantly.

‘You think you could do that for me Kyle?’

Kyle nodded as he closed his eyes to enjoy the pleasure of being touched by Will.

‘You think you could grow a big fat belly for me Kyle?’

‘Yes’, he breathed. ‘I’d do anything for you.’

‘Good. Because…’ said Will, taking Kyle’s hand and placing it a foot in front of his gut, ‘…I want your fat belly to come out to here. You understand that Kyle?’

‘Yes, anything’, breathed Kyle.

Will pushed him harshly back into his chair. Will once again towering over him, he pulled his shorts and underwear down, revealing his hard cock before moving his groin in closer to Kyle’s face for him to suck him off.

‘Open wide, fat boy’, demanded Will, shoving his cock into Kyle’s mouth which he greedily took.

‘Plenty more of this to come when you grow that belly fatter for me Kyle.’

‘Mmm’, moaned Kyle as he tugged himself off with Will’s penis in his mouth.

‘I want to see you eat and swell up and grow…fatter and…fatter and…’.

Will exploded into Kyles mouth, making Kyle do the same.

Will stood there for a short while before pulling away and peering down at Kyle.

‘Did you enjoy that?’ he asked, sternly.

‘Yes, I really did.’

‘Good. And you know what you need to do if you want that again, don’t you?’ said Will, talking a roll of Kyle’s fat belly in his hand.

‘Yes, sir. I do.’

anonymous asked:

Headcannon that even though Sonia and Richie dont get along and despite all the crap Eddies mom talks about him richie has no problem getting along with all of eddies aunts and they love him and it pokes eddies heart.

  • Sonia Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier agreed on exactly two things: 1) Eddie is the best person  on the planet 2) It is not a good idea for Richie to meet Eddie’s aunts.
  • Richie could only imagine Eddie’s aunts as carbon copies of Sonia, and really it was hard enough to deal with one of them. If he wanted to spend the holidays being criticized and looked down upon for being with Eddie, he might as well stay at his own home.
  • Sonia didn’t want Richie to meet her family, because then she could no longer deny that her son was gay and in a romantic relationship with a boy she didn’t even want him to be friends with. She didn’t want her sisters to find out that she had failed raising her son so spectacularly.
  • But, Eddie was determined and eventually both Sonia and Richie gave in.
  • The three of them agreed that Richie and Eddie would keep their relationship more or less on the down-low. They weren’t going to deny it if Eddie’s aunts asked them about it, but they wouldn’t kiss in fron of them.
  • So, two days before Christmas, all three of them piled into Sonia’s car and set off for Eddie’s aunts.
  • They made it through the first day almost completely without trouble.
  • To everyone’s surprise (except for Eddie’s), his aunts absolutely loved Richie. They kept pinching his cheeks and telling him how handsome and cute he was almost as much as they did to Eddie. Except Richie loved it.
  • Richie didn’t have any family that treated him like that, so when they gushed over him or tried to feed him cookies he just revelled in it.
  • He had no trouble at all playing the perfect nephew-in-law
  • “What a beautiful dress, aunt Janet, it really brings out your eyes.”
  • “Did you make this painting, aunt Margaret? I see where Eddie gets his talent from.”
  • The more they seemed to love him, the more it pissed Sonia off. The whole time she just watched him with narrowed eyes, waiting for the moment Richie’s “facade” would slip. (Of course, it was no facade and Richie would have been just as lovely to her if she had showed him even an ounce of love.)
  • Richie officially could do no more wrong in the eyes of aunt Janet and aunt Margaret when they found out he knew how to play bridge. (Turned out his summer job at the retirement home paid off anyway).
  • They stayed up late playing bridge while Janet and Margaret asked all about Richie and Eddie’s life. They were delighted to hear that Eddie had such a nice group of friends. They mentioned they hadn’t seen him so happy in years which made both of the boys blush.
  • When it was near midnight, Eddie excused himself to go to bed. He got up and out of habit, he kissed Richie goodnight.
  • Richie and Eddie froze up when they realized what they had done, and aunt Janet and aunt Margaret went quiet.
  • “So what do you think of that?! Do you see what I have to put up with?!” Sonia gloated, looking at her sisters triumphantly.
  • Aunt Margaret and aunt Janet shared a look before putting their cards down.
  • “Pastor Martin gave a lovely sermon on this a few months ago.” Margaret said, choosing her words carefully. “As Christians we should strive to be kind and compassionate to all. It’s not our place to judge people, especially not for loving each other.” 
  • “So what do you think of that, Sonia?” Janet asked innocently.
  • Richie gave Eddie’s a mom a look that said Yeah what do you think of that, Sonia???!!!!
  • Soina is looking like a fish on dry land: eyes bulging out and mouth opening and closing. Eventually she grudgingly agrees, not wanting to go against the pastor in front of her sisters.
  • Of course, Eddie and Richie’s sleeping arrangements are changed. They are not longer allowed to sleep in the same room, but the aunts assure them that they would have done the same thing if Eddie had brought along a girlfriend.
  • Janet shows Richie the pullout on the attic, but before she leaves him she pulls him into a big hug.
  • “Your a good egg, Richard, now don’t go hurting our Eddie”
  • “I would never, aunt Janet.”
  • The rest of the days go by swimmingly.
  • Aunt Janet knitted both Eddie and Richie a sweater (she knew he was coming in advance) and makes them wear it for the family picture. 
  • Richie has the biggest smile in the picture, because when was the last time he took a family photo???
  • They show him all of Eddie’s baby pictures and Richie just melts.
  • Aunt Margaret came very close to giving Richie a haircut once, but Eddie was able to prevent it at the last minute. At this point, Richie was about ready to do whatever the aunts asked of him because they were just so nice to him.
  • They played even more bridge and drank a lot of egg nog which lead to some embarassing stories about Janet, Margaret and Sonia’s childhood. 
  • Eventually even Sonia started to warm up to Richie a little bit. If her sisters liked him and the pastor was okay with it, then maybe, maybe it was alright.
  • All in all, it was the best Christmas the boys had had in years, and they promised to come back next year.
  • They kept their promise and every year they’d visit Eddie’s aunts for the holidays. Eventually they even brought their kids along who loved the aunts just as much,
  • <3
Midnight Mistletoe

tags: mistletoe, professor drarry, Hogwarts

I had a couple requests for mistletoe fics and I just couldn’t resist, I hope the beautiful peeps who requested it don’t mind I changed it from students to professors.



Draco slipped out of his office and down the empty dungeon hallways, heading up through the maze of stairs, his cloak pulled tightly around himself. He made no sound thanks to a few carefully placed silencing spells and the hood to hide his hair. The only thing better than a late night trip to the kitchens for warm biscuits and tea was catching students out after curfew.

He was careful to check every doorway he came to, the castle was riddled with enchanted mistletoe. Minerva wasn’t the type to put up that sort of thing and none of the other teachers owned up to it, although Draco was suspicious of Flitwick, that sort of charm work was right up his alley. It was either that or Peeves who would certainly love putting them up though it was hard to imagine where he would have found the damn things.

Draco carefully skirted the edge of the large entranceway leading to the main hallway and thus to the kitchens, when his foot caught on something and he nearly tripped, stumbling forward and just barely catching himself on the wall opposite. He spun around, glaring up and down the hallway, ready to take points and give detention, but no one was there. He looked down and saw a foot connected to most of a leg before it disappeared. Draco frowned, leaning down and grabbed at the edge where the leg disappeared and encountering a thin silky material. An invisibility cloak, which could only belong to one person.

Draco jerked the cloak off, “Are you trying to get someone killed, Potter?”

Potter lifted his head, blinking his eyes opened like he had been asleep. He focused on Draco and groaned, his head falling back with a thump, “Merlin. Why’d it have to be you?”

Draco narrowed his eyes.

Potter’s foot was stuck in the middle of the floor, flat to the stone, so he had to keep his knee bent. He slowly sat up, scrubbing his hands through his hair and leaving it standing in every possible direction. He pointed up with a grimace.

Draco looked up and saw a small bundle of mistletoe at the top of the archway. He looked back down at Potter already braced for whatever Draco was going to say, half a wince already on his face.

Draco raised an eyebrow, “Are you a complete moron?”

Potter sighed, “No, Malfoy.”

“Ah,” Draco said flatly, “That would explain why you are still here rather than having, say, sent a patronus, which is one of your specialities.”

“Flitwick is gone this weekend and Minerva- I’ve-” Potter sighed, “She helped me the last two times.”

Draco stared at him.

“She told me in no uncertain terms was I was to wake her up for this again unless I wanted to be in charge of every detention until spring hols.”

“And the reason you can’t free yourself?” Draco asked with growing disbelief, “Surely you were watching when Minerva removed the charms?”

“I was!” Potter snapped. He frowned and took out his wand, pointing it up at the mistletoe with a muttered incantation and complicated swirl to his wand. His wand shot some blue and gold sparks in the air. “I must have the wand movements wrong. I swear that’s how she did it.”

“You…,” Draco said, shaking his head- at a loss for words.

“I’m not exactly a charms professor am I?” Potter said impatiently, “If you’re so clever, you can disenchant it then.”

Draco sniffed imperiously, “I’m not paid to save idiots from a children’s charms.”

“Great. So you don’t know either.”

“I did not say that-”

“Just give me my cloak back and bugger off,” Potter said and laid back down on the floor, muttering under his breath, “I’ll look forward to you mocking me for this for the rest of my life.”

“Of course I will,” Draco said, “Only you could do something this stupid, and three times no less.”

Potter groaned, “I only wanted a sandwich.”

That reminded Draco that his own tea and biscuits were waiting. He turned to leave and hesitated. His back still turned to Potter; he said, “There’s more than one way to free someone from mistletoe.” He waited, expecting Potter to mock him or laugh.

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Chasing Pavements

Originally posted by giffingshit


Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) came back to Hawkins and attended Snow Ball to have fun with the party, but then discovered something that would just break her heart.

Word count: 1.653

Posted: 22nd of November 2017

A/N: Hey guys! Another imagine is up. This song stumbled on my Spotify playlist and I thought of doing it with Steve Harrington x Reader, since it would be less awkward. I had no bad intentions when I was writing this, okay? Finn is my son!

Anyway, I loved this scene and it really captured my heart. Guys, find someone who would look at you like the way Mike looks at Eleven.

I hope you like it and enjoy reading guys! Please tell me what you think about it in the comments below, thank you!

- G. x

Link: Jessie’s Girl (Part 2); Jealous (Part 3); Can’t Fight This Feeling (Part 4)


It was your school’s Snow Ball and you were really happy that you were able to come back to Hawkins in time and attend the event without any problems.

Your cute dress swayed as you walked across the gym, doll shoes slowly tapping on the floor. Your face slowly became red and hot as you noticed that some people were looking at you, observing you from head to toe. You were so shy and timid, but you kept on roaming your eyes around and you could see the different types of decors and designs that have been used to embellish the venue. At first, you couldn’t believe that they managed to fix your simple and old school gym, but then you thought that nothing was impossible.

“(Y/N)!” Your four boy best friends chimed in unison as they caught your glance. You sheepishly smiled at them as they walked towards you to give you a tight, but warm embrace. They welcomed you back and you could say that they missed your presence so much, nevertheless you left them without any warning.

“Oh my God, you are all good looking,” You complimented the boys, right after examining their outfits. You were obviously surprised, because they grew up so much in the past few months that you were gone. “and Dustin, I love the hair!” You winked at him, earning a wide and sweet smile from the boy. You thought that maybe he got some tips from Steve Harrington, one teenage boy that he used to detest so much.

“You don’t look too bad yourself either, (Y/N).” Mike exclaimed back, flashing you a flattered smile. Your heart suddenly beat fast as you heard his sweet words, making you blush a little bit too. You heard your friends cheering for you and Mike, making their eyebrows dance wildly to poke fun at you.

“I think that you two should talk.” Lucas said, excusing himself from the group. Your eyebrows were knitted together as you couldn’t understand what Lucas meant. You earned some cheeky smiles from Will and Dustin, meaning that they were teasing you with Mike.

Of course, after all the years that you have known each other, they knew what you felt for Mike. He was your first crush, maybe your first love too. It was obvious and your friends noticed it by the way you looked at him, by the way you cared about him, by the way you talk to him. They said that sparkles were always seen in your eyes and your smile was warm enough to emanate heat and love. In fact, they were right. You liked Mike and you just couldn’t deny it. But why Mike didn’t seem to notice it?

“Idiots!” Mike playfully exclaimed and the boys just shrugged everything off, quickly following Lucas’ path to leave you both alone.

You took the empty seats near you and you watched some kids as they slow-danced with their partners. You could feel the tension between you and Mike and it somehow made you feel uncomfortable, nevertheless he was your best friend and you had a strong on-going bond.

“Why did you leave?” Mike suddenly blurted out, breaking the silence between you. He tried to catch your gaze, but you did your very best to avoid it. “I mean, suddenly. Without saying goodbye to the party.”

You quickly felt guilty for leaving them with their obliviousness. You thought that you weren’t that important to them that they would never notice your absence if you ever left. “I’m sorry. My grandfather suddenly felt bad, making us move back to Chicago for a while.” You downheartedly explained to him.

You were really feeling bad for leaving them behind. They were your best friends and you missed them. You also heard that some incredible things happened during your absence.

“I am offended, do you know that?” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it a little bit. Your heart skipped a beat and you bit your lower lip as you tried to understand his statement. “Why didn’t you call or write? I was worried sick about you.”

“And you are right to feel that way,” You said without any hesitations. You knew that they didn’t deserve it. “I just don’t know why I didn’t write as soon as I reached Chicago. I am not even searching for any excuses, I am just sorry.”

“Will needed you beside him, the boys,” He muttered with a big disappointment in his voice. “and I did too.”

“I’m sorry, Mike.” He caressed the palm of your hand with his thumb and he shook his head, meaning that it wasn’t nothing. “I even promised you that I would never leave you.”

“It’s already passed,” He nonchalantly exclaimed, being the empathic Mike that he was. “I was just afraid of Will’s situation, the Mind Flayer, and, of course, I was worried about you. I really did, I didn’t want for you to go away.”

You took a deep breath and he really knew how to make you feel bad. You were afraid of Will’s situation too, mostly after what happened to him last year in the Upside Down. You were with them and you shared great memories together, nonetheless your fear of losing one of your friends.

“I had no choice, Mike.” You looked at him for a short period of time, but then detached your gaze off him.

“I know, but, first, it was El and then it was you.” He disappointedly responded, thinking of how bad the world was without his friends. “I have always needed you, my best friend, beside me.”

You flashed him a sad and apologetic smile, although you were happy to know that he still considered you as his best friend. You did nothing but just bad things, you should have never left them without saying any word. “I am really sorry, Mike. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine,” He slowly nodded his head as he squeezed your hand once again. You felt the excitement and the electricity the whole time he was holding your hand, but did he feel the same? “it really is!”

An awkward silence was built between the two of you. You should be partying, instead of sitting in a corner. You both unleashed a deep sigh as you felt worse for what has happened in the past months.

“Mike,” You broke the silence as you caught his soft gaze. All of the kids were dancing, except the two of you. There was a sweet song going on and it was a shame if you would have just stayed there, alone and motionless. “What do you think if we-“ You courageously started your proposal, oblivious of what was about to happen.

Words suddenly left your mouth as you saw a familiar silhouette standing in front of the gym’s entrance. Your heart suddenly fell on the ground, breaking itself in little pieces, as Mike stood up, leaving your hand as fast as he could. He took a step forward and you quickly stood up, ready to follow him.

“Shit, guys!” You heard Dustin exclaim desperately, but you didn’t mind him. You just let things run through your mind, without processing them properly.

You tortured your reddish lower lip as you remembered some particular happenings in the past.

“Everything will be alright, Mike! She will come back.” You assured the frightened boy beside you. His eyes were red and puffy as his tears endlessly flowed down. He just lost his friend, his loved one.

“What if it never happens?” He managed to say the words perfectly in between of his desperate sobs.

“Then it will be my turn to make you feel better.” You blurted out as your heart beat in a jiffy. “Aren’t that what best friends for, Mike?”

Of course, you were just a best friend in his eyes. It didn’t matter if you loved him, someone else captured his heart and that was Eleven.

“You will never leave me?” He downheartedly asked you. He was afraid to be left behind and you perfectly understood why: he cared about you.

“Never, Mike, never.” You fearlessly stated with a smile “I promise.”

The loud and sweet familiar song broke your thoughts, still staring at the girl. The space between them and Mike slowly diminished as she walked towards your direction.

“Eleven?” You mumbled softly, but Mike still managed to hear it. You couldn’t deny that the girl changed, she grew up and her hair was longer than the last time you saw her. She was a beautiful girl with a precious heart and it was so hard to hate on her. In fact, you never did. Mike might have loved her, but you would never hate on her just because of that.

“Yeah, she’s back!” Mike excitedly exclaimed. “You knew it all along.”

“Yeah.” You faked a smile before breaking your gaze with Mike.

Mike corrugated his forehead as he noticed the fake smile on your face, he was your best friend and he knew you very well. “So, what were you saying?”

“Oh, nothing!” You lied through your teeth as you shook your head. “Have fun, okay?”

“Same to you, (Y/N).” He cheerfully smiled before giving you a sweet kiss on your cheek. He wanted for you to be happy, nevertheless your happiness was about to dance with some other girl.

You gave him a nod while you watched him heading towards Eleven’s direction. You silently watched them as they talked, noticing how Michael Wheeler grabbed her hands.

“Thank you!” He mouthed to you and you just smiled at him, slowly turning away with a shattered heart from the couple in front of you.

You thought that you would just give up this time, not even trying to chase pavements anymore. After all, Mike was already contented with his girl and it was not even worth to fight for his love anymore.