Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the
requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was
wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained
relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and
that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe
they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free
to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)
Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm
denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease
Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda,
who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in
return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.
for a lot of students, myself included, it can be really hard to figure out how to set goals! often, things like new year’s resolutions are made with the best of intentions, followed for a week, and then forgotten. here’s my personal step-by-step on setting and sticking to a goal!
think about why you are setting this each goal. if you have a concrete reason, it’s much easier to remind yourself of that later and stay motivated.
set realistic goals. if what you are trying to do is impossible, you simply can’t meet your goals, and you will become discouraged!
make quantifiable goals. this is, in my opinion, the most important step! you need to be able to keep definite track of your progress. if your goal is just “smile more” or “be nicer,” how will you know that you are succeeding? however, if your goal is “smile at least 5 times a day” or “compliment my friends at least 3 times a week,” that’s something you can measure. if you have trouble coming up with these, check out my list of them here!
set a time limit. this isn’t applicable to all types of goals, but it’s important for some. if your goal is something that can be completed, like writing a novel or finishing an assignment, know when you want it done by, instead of just “someday.”
break down your goal into smaller goals. “writing a book” is a daunting task, but if you have smaller, daily goals of “write 1000 words,” it becomes much less intimidating. it’s easier to hold yourself accountable. this also prevents procrastination, because if you are making regular progress, you can avoid doing it all right before the deadline.
account for time. make sure to include goals in your schedule, especially if it’s something like “work out for half an hour every day.” set aside time to achieve your goals, otherwise you might find yourself scrambling.
set reminders. sometimes the easiest way to not achieve a goal is to forget to complete it! i use phone alarms with a unique sound and a label, but sometimes all you need is a daily checklist.
have a way to track progress. keep all your information about a goal in one spot, and don’t lose it! bullet journals, google docs, and printables are great for this. at the end of every day, consider: did you meet your goal for the day? write down the answer, and maybe a reason why. it’s a great way to hold yourself accountable.
tell others. another way to hold yourself accountable is with a little help! personally, if i’m the only one who knows about my goal, i’m less likely to achieve it because if i fail, i don’t feel like i’m letting anyone down. sometimes that extra pressure is useful.
reward success. sometimes success can be its own reward, but sometimes you need a little extra motivation. this is where having an outside party helping can come in handy: if you have a partner who you’re working with, they can reward you if and ONLY if you’ve achieved your goal! it might be hard to restrain yourself from taking the reward anyway if you’re the only one calling the shots, so having an outside voice of reason can be really useful.
don’t let failure make you quit. sometimes, it takes a lot of work and a lot of tries to get something right. if it seems like you won’t get it on the first try, see if you can on your second.
work hard! in the end, only you can get yourself there.
good luck with your goals, and feel free to add to this post if you have any other tips! if you end up using my method, tag me with #celestudial. you can do it!
A/N: Ya’ll. I’m so fuckin’ swamped in responsibility. I
feel a lil guilty about coming back with something non-Rami but fuck it. Some
other things I wanna say: Send me anything. Send me asks. I wanna answer you
guys’ questions. Be nosy as hell. Also, I have something you might be
interested in coming up after my birthday which is in like 2 weeks. Please feel
free to request more Negan stuff, I’m branching out bitches.
Warnings: Inappropriate teacher/student relationship
(student is of legal age in the US and UK), smut, the usual. Also, I wrote the
character a little more like myself bc I feel like I keep writing the same kind
of reader and its getting tedious. Hit my inbox if this is you af. ALSO HIT MY
INBOX IF YOU’VE EVER HAD ANY KIND OF TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIP? SPILL THE
TEA I’M NOSY.
Word count: 4448
“Preserving innocent life, orderly living in society,
worshipping god, educating children, and reproducing.” His deep, gravelly voice
fills the lecture hall. All his students are enraptured, a rare thing for many
teachers. He pauses before continuing. “What are the issues with these precepts
that Aquinas put forward?”
You bite your lip anxiously. Answering questions in
class isn’t an issue for you, in fact your teachers often tell you to give the
other students a chance, but your Philosophy and Ethics professor makes you somewhat
nervous. Tall, late forties, gorgeous black beard with silver streaks and
piercing hazel eyes. The recipe for a crippling medley of anxiety and
Despite this, impressing him and getting your grade is
often the reason you manage to pluck up the courage to respond to his queries,
his opinion of you is something you are very conscious of. You glance around
the room to see no one has raised their hand. You decide to take one for the
team, slowly lifting your arm from the desk.
“Come on now, little love. Sit still fo’ daddy, will yeh? Please baby.”
A smacking series of kisses is followed by the desperate plea and you smile to yourself as you ascend the last step up to the top floor of your home, hearing Harry speak to your daughter was something that would never cease to endear you.
Summary: It’s 2:45 am and Min Yoongi’s at your door. Stupid.
(( Note: Lol, hey guys… Guess who’s not dead. *Me (I think)* Sorry I went on hiatus out of nowhere :/ Can’t say that I’m back officially because like the last time I said that I was gone three months after (hehe). So I’m semi back I guess? I’ve been missing those active Tumblr days so much, I wish I can be on more, idk what will happen in the future but I’ll try my best to post more scenarios and just overall be more active :) HOPEFULLY SMH—Also I know nothing about piano/music writing, I apologize for any mistakes and please please listen to the song it’s really pretty ))
“Literally, what the hell.”
You stared at your best friend, completely dumbfounded by the fact that you were even staring at him considering that it was pitch black and cold as shit out. In other words, it was 2:45 in the morning and no other than Min Yoongi was standing there right in front of you, hands stuffed deep into his large coat along with a fluffy scarf wrapped countless times around his head, hot air from his mouth puffing out into the frozen winter air.
Request: Can you do one where y/n and Shawn start fighting and he says that his career, music and fans mean everything to him. So y/n just asks “so what do I mean to you? Where do I fit in?” Just something along this line? Ur awesome!!!
Note: I hope this is what you asked for nonnie!! I hope you all like it too!!
“You said you weren’t gonna go! And not only are you going behind my back you’re going with Lauren too?!” You screamed at the boy in front of you
“Y/N, I know I promised I’d put you first and I am! I just need to go to this-”
“With Lauren?!” You yelled frustrated, he opened his mouth only to close it again, he had nothing to say, no excuse.
“Y/N, I won’t forget you while I’m there, I-“
“You could just NOT go Shawn!”
“This is my career and fans Y/N! You know how much they mean to me!”
“So where does that put me? Where do I fit in? What do I mean to you, Shawn?!” He was about to answer when you raised a finger stopping him from saying anything else
Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.
Your head throbbed as you began to wake from your slumber. Opening your eyes to the dark room you sat up and the room began to spin. While one hand propped you up, the other clutched your forehead wanting relief from from the discomfort. But as you looked down at the sheets it made you realize you weren’t in your room.
Your senses were on edge as you took in your surroundings. First you listened for any sign of movement outside the door. Was there someone else in this house with you? Or were you alone? Then you sniffed the air. The best way to describe the smell was musty. This didn’t surprise you at all. Wherever you were, it was old. You could tell even in the darkened room that the walls were worn out wooden panels.
Request from anon for a Happy x Reader using the following prompt:
#7 - “Tampons? You want me to buy tampons?”
You groan as you lay curled up on your side, the first day of your period always being the worst. The random TV show that you’ve put on to distract yourself fades out into the background, the amusing characters not helping at all.
Your phone rings, a huff leaving you as you reach for it, not in the mood to talk right now. “Hello?”
“Someone’s grumpy.” Happy jests, and you can tell he’s smiling to himself. You feel yourself perk up slightly, the sound of your boyfriends voice having that effect on you.
“Sorry, babe. You coming round soon?” You look at the clock as it shows six pm, Happy promising you that he would be home earlier today, and you really hope he remembers.
“That’s why I called, I’ve just stopped at the store. You want anything?” he asks, your heart melting at his simple yet thoughtful gestures. “I’ve already grabbed your favourite ice cream.”
“If only SAMCRO knew how whipped you are.” you tease, pulling yourself to sit up as you smile down the phone. “Could you grab me some tampons, please?”
You laugh as Happy coughs down the phone, your request catching him off guard. You’d never asked him to get them for you before, but you’d been together for eight months now. It’s not like you decided to almost run out of your favourite kind.
“Tampons? You want me to buy tampons?” he questions once he’s recovered from his coughing fit. God, for someone with a name like Killer he really was a baby.
“Did I stutter?” you sass, enjoying your boyfriends squirming. You hear him move around the store, his boots moving around loudly. “The blue ones will do.”
“Blue ones? There’s about fifty different blue ones.” His tone is stiff and full of embarrassment, a smirk slipping onto your lips. You’d had to buy condoms in the past, and damn if you weren’t embarrassed. Now it was his turn.
“Yes, the blue ones. They’re the bigger ones, suitable for heavy flow.” You have to restrain yourself from laughing as you Happy curses lowly down the phone, a sound of accomplishment leaving his lips once he finds the right ones.
“You owe me for this, baby girl.” he warns, though you know he’s only joking. He’d do anything you asked him to, you having him wrapped around your finger, even if you didn’t know it.
“Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll put my mouth to good use.” you flirt, your tone teasing and seductive. You receive a growl in return, a snicker emerging from you.
“Behave, (Y/N). I’ll be there in ten.” You hum in response, pulling yourself up from the sofa.
“Drive careful, I love you.” The words never lose their touch, a giddy feeling rushing through you everytime you say it, just knowing that Happy is yours and only yours.
“I love you, Princess.” he responds, your cheeks flushing even though he can’t see you, a dorky smile on your face.
A/N - Thought I’d do a Happy request for a change since I’ve been doing a lot of Jax lately, not that I’m complaining ;) hope you enjoyed❤
so many attempts at explaining why 40 years of constant inconcievable torture is somehow nicer than 6 weeks of earthly isolation and each new edition is more desperate and absurd than the previous version. It’s almost as if there was no reasonable canon-based scenario where that makes even modicum of sense.
just… just remember this, kids, for your future fansplaining endeavors:
(A/N): I‘ve always wanted to write a soulmate AU, so this is a big deal for my crippling author career. Enjoy x
The air is like frozen lace on your skin, delicate and cold. The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches to brilliance. That special cold and pale light, only the winter‘s sun can give, makes everything glow with slippery ice. It‘s the perfect day for staying home but sadly, you had to work today. You‘re seated at the bus stop with both arms crossed over your chest, hugging your body, as if that could provide you with some kind of warmth.
All of sudden you see a woman getting dragged by her poodle towards another dog owner across the street and as expected, they collide. The man has lost his hat due to the incident, causing a royal blue strand on his head to become visible and remarkably stand out from the rest of his hair. Instantly noticing the phenomenon, the lady lets a loud gasp escape her lips and urgently draws the guy‘s attention to her streak of hair, that coincidentally has the exact same pigment as his. The next thing that happens is acted out just like in the movies, the lovers jump into each other‘s arms and share a passionate kiss as they pull away. At the same time, the royal blue pieces of hair from each one of them loose their colour and blend into the rest. Eventually, it seems like the scenery has turned out to be the complete opposite of a simple coincidence. Oh, the things you‘d do to finally experience the same spectacle…When will it finally be your turn to find your soulmate?
EXO’s Reaction to Their Girlfriend Doing a Lot of Skinship
Xiumin would love how “clingy” you were, and would happily let you be as affectionate as you wanted…in private, anyway. He isn’t a big fan of PDA, so he’d politely ask you to restrain yourself when in public.
Like Xiumin, Chen would be all for skinship while you two were in the privacy of your house. However, once you were in public he would limit it to hand-holding and light kissing…with the occasional ass-grab thrown in.
Definitely more unreserved (read: shameless), Baekhyun would be completely okay with you doing skinship in public as well as in private. He’d almost encourage it, wrapping his arm around you and grinning when you snuggled closer to him, ignoring the onlookers.
Though Chanyeol would love your skinship, he’d always get shy when you initiated it–especially when in pubic. “Ahh~ Jagi..there’s people,” he’d say, a cute shade of red spreading across his cheeks as you pulled him closer to you.
Doing a lot of skinship with Lay would result in him turning into a puddle of giggles. “J-Jagi! Wait!” he’d laugh as you buried your face into his neck like a cat. When in public, he’d try to keep the PDA to hand-holding, but wouldn’t protest too much if you took it farther.
A secret softie, D.O would never admit to how much he liked your skinship. You could tell by his shy smile that he loved every second though. However, once in public he’d only give you The Look when you tried to initiate anything that was too much.
Though a fan of how cute and clingy you were in private, surprisingly enough, Suho would be uncomfortable with PDA. He’d quietly ask you to stop as you tried to practically bury yourself into his shirt while at a restaurant, not even changing his mind when you gave him a pouty face.
Happy with skinship at home, Kai would be a bit more awkward about it in public. You’d have to be the one to initiate it, and even then it would be a 50/50 shot as to whether he reciprocated your actions.
Finding how cuddly you were adorable, Sehun wouldn’t mind terribly if you brought it out in public as well. He’d wouldn’t necessarily be as into it as you were, but he’d appreciate it all the same, enjoying the feeling of being adored so openly.
바보 - Fool, informal for someone stupid or ignorant
“You never thought you and your best friend, Jungkook were ever intended to be anything more and pushed your feelings aside to not hurt your friendship until one night, he decides to turn your whole world upside down.
You were walking along the sea shore, the beach sand crunching
underneath your boots. You pulled your scarf up higher to shield your face from
the light breeze that ruffled up your locks. Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on you
but his face doesn’t match the shimmer in his hazelnut brown eyes. You were kicking
the stones along the beach, a smile spread on your lips. You enjoyed those nights
with him, the nights that only revolved around you and him. But this night it
would be different and you had no idea what you were getting yourself into.
You rubbed your hands together and shivered by the cold air.
“It’s freezing.” You whimper, seeing your breath form steam. You giggle
slightly and look up at Jungkook to catch him staring at you. Your face drops
when you realize the look of worry on his face, his eyes almost looking straight
“Is there something wrong?” You asked worryingly and Jungkook catches
himself again, looking past you at the heavy waves crashing into the rocks.
“We need to talk.” He said, his gaze not meeting yours. You nodded
understandingly, a smile still playing on your lips as you spoke. “Of course we
can. We always can, Jungkook.” A small smile tugged on the edge of his lip, one you’ve never seen on
him before. One, that could have made your heart break. “It’s not that easy.”
He whispered, almost too silent for you to hear. He grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, walking along the
beach with you and settling on the landing. He reached out and pulls you onto
the landing, sitting down at the end. He has let his feet dangle from the edge
and looked out into the distance, listening to the sound of waves crashing into
You were staring at him, your heart beating faster in anticipation. His
eyes were focused on the night sky, not looking at you once. Your eyes wandered
down to his cherry lips trembling from the cold. You thought back about all
those months you’ve told yourself that your feelings for him aren’t real just
to see him smile but that smile didn’t last long and it hurts to see his smile fading
without him telling you the reason.
Suddenly, he turns to you and you quickly avoid his gaze.
“I guess, I’ve pushed this back for way too long.” He said, making you
turn your head in confusion. He cupped your face in his hands and leaned in
closer, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. Your eyes are dilated when you
realize what is happening and almost choke on your breath. His thumb was caressing
your cheek and you feel your heart skipping a beat. Before you let your heart
decide for you, you gently pushed him off your body. You were panting heavily,
your cheeks flushed fluorescent pink as you stared at him in shock.
“What…what are you doing? Are you crazy?” You mumble between heavy
breathing and run your hand through your hair.
Jungkook’s lips turned into a smile as he nodded, his eyes meeting
yours. “Yes. I am crazy.”
“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t do this.”
“What?” You asked, still trying to sort your feelings.
“You fool.” He hissed at you and leans back in, his mouth only a
hairs-breadth away from yours. “I like you.” He whispered, your heart almost
dropping by his words. Your eyes wander to his lips. For months you’ve made
yourself think that he would never feel the same towards you that your feelings
towards him were nothing but a joke and now he suddenly admitted his feelings
out of nowhere? You wanted to hit him, tell him that he’s stupid for making
himself believe what you’ve been denying for so long but deep inside, you knew
that this is all you ever wanted.
“Not as a friend. But as a girl.” He explained and holds your gaze, your
breath hitching in your throat by the intensity in his stare. “If I don’t see you, I get curious. If you’re depressed, I get upset. If
you smile it makes me happy. If you’re sick, I get worried. It’s driving me
crazy.” He said, his voice appearing louder with each sentence that escaped his
His lips were trembling as
the last words came from them, “It means, I like you, doesn’t it?”
He presses your back against the door and you wrap your arms around his
shoulders. He taps your thighs to signal for you to jump up. You wrap your legs
around his waist for support as he carries you into his bedroom, slamming the
door shut behind him. He gently lays you down on the white bed sheets and captures
your lips in a hungry kiss, your body burning with intensity.
His tongue slides along your lower lip, asking for entrance and you
open your mouth enough for his tongue to enter. His tongue is battling yours
for dominance, which he wins with ease. His hand moves underneath your white
blouse and fumbles with your clothed breast while the other moves behind your
back and squeezes your butt cheek teasingly. He releases your lips and bites
down on your lower one before stepping back off the bed.
You steady yourself on your hands and watch him turn his back towards you. He
reaches forward and starts to slowly unbutton his shirt, letting it fall to the
ground next to him.
Instead of taking his pants off, so you could see his lower body, Jungkook
stalks towards you, his eyes narrowing as he sucks his lower lip between his
teeth and bites down. A silent moan escapes your lips by the sight in front of
you, your gaze falling upon his masculine frame. He presses his lips to your
forehead tenderly and takes a deep breath, his eyes closed.
You reach for him, exploring his naked chest with the tip of your fingers. But
he groans and lifts your hands over your head, pinning them against the
bedframe. “You’re trembling.” he says, threading his fingers through yours. A
big rush of breath escapes you and he laughs.
“Why trembling, Y/N?” he asks softly. He bends his head and leans down.
His teeth catch the top button of your shirt and gently tug it free of its
buttonhole. Your shirt gapes open, exposing the lacy edge of your bra. His
teeth work their way down and you suck in your stomach as he dips his tongue
into your belly button. He looks up at you and smirks. “Why trembling?” he asks
“Because you’re here.” you admit. You lay your head back against the
bedframe and your hands are still pinned above your head, although he moves one
hand closer to the other and takes your wrists in one of his palms. He dips the
forefinger of his free hand into the cup of your bra and tugs it down, your
breast suddenly free and pushed high with the help of your bra cup gathered
beneath it. Your nipple bends in the cold air and he licks his lips. He remains
still for a moment, not long enough for you to wonder if you’d made a mistake.
“Please.” you breathe, but he doesn’t. You aren’t even sure he knows
how much you need him.
“Tell me what you need, queen.” he growls, twisting your nipple hard
enough for you to moan out in pain.
Your eyes lock with his and you noticed the desire in his eyes. “You
Jungkook…I need you.” You breathe out, biting down on your lower lip to
restrain yourself from doing things you might regret later.
With a nearly feral gleam in his eyes, Jungkook licks across your
nipple and then sucks it quickly into his mouth, drawing deeply on the flesh.
With a quick tug, he unbuttons your jeans and your zipper tracks slowly
southward, the tines louder, your breathing and your heartbeat the only sounds
in the room. His hand slips beneath the waist of your panties and he cups your
mound. He doesn’t move, even when you rock your hips, trying to force his hand
to slide between your lips.
Instead, he keeps his hand steady and still, while his mouth touches
yours. His kiss as soft and gentle as the cup of his palm. Your clit throbs, as
though it was reaching out for him.
You murmur against his lips. He lifts his head and looks down at you, his
tongue still teasing your lower lip, licking across and into yours. He pulls
back, grinning confidently.
“Something wrong?” he asks. His eyelids are half lowered, as if he was drowsy.
But he isn’t. He is fully alert and waiting for you.
Breath heaved from your chest and you bit your lip.
“My hands are so full, I can’t tug your lower lip free.” he says, laughing as
he opened your mouth with his tongue and sucks your lower lip.
“Please Jungkook…no more teasing.” You are able to mouth between heavy
Jungkook tugs a loose strain of hair behind your ear and meets your gaze. “You
want me right?” he asks, his eyebrows drawing together.
“Yes…” you answer. Jungkook slide a finger between your lips underneath your
panties and you breathe out a hiss. But he pulls his hand from your undies
before he could stroke across your clit again.
He let your hands go long enough to push your shirt off your shoulders.
He spins you to face the bedsheets and unhooks your bra, letting it fall on the
floor beside you. His hands slide into the waistband of your loosened jeans and
they track down your legs, along with your panties. He stops to pull your boots
off and pushes your jeans and panties down over your feet. His lips touch the
back of your knee and you grow lightheaded at the sensation of his touch. It’s
been too long. He spins you around and he kneels down in front of your entrance. You hiss
when you feel his cold breath on your aching core. He licks a stripe up your
folds, collecting your juices on his tongue. He scissors your folds apart with
his fingers and licks you gently. His thumb moves to your clit and starts
messaging it in-synch with his kitten-like licks. He slowly slides a finger
into you, slowly pushing it further into you. You moan out at the feeling and
squeeze your eyes shut at the stimulation.
He starts moving his finger into you faster and ankles it upwards to hit the
right spot. Your moaning becomes more uneven and you buckle up your hips to add
more friction but suddenly, he pulls out of you again, making you feel empty.
He leans over to your face and runs his fingers along your mouth,
making you lick them clean. You suck his fingers into your mouth and clean them
off your juices.
“God, you’re so beautiful, kitten.” He whispers, mustering your body closer, a
satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
He positions himself directly in front of your entrance and teases your
entrance with the tip of his cock. “Tell me what you need.” he says, sliding
his shaft along your folds.
“You…only you daddy.” you moan out, desperate for release. When the
words come out of your mouth, he takes your naked hips in his hands, pulling me
down onto him. He groans aloud, filling you slowly as he looks into your eyes. “God,
I love you.”
Your face clenches at the naked emotion on his face. He leans forward,
pushing me back as he aligns your bodies. He shoves his pants down his ankles, kicks
off his shoes and wiggles his legs until his pants and boxers hit the floor. He
rolls you to the side and onto your back. He never pulls out of you. Jungkook
pushes the hair back from your face with tender fingers. He kisses you as he
begins to move slowly between your thighs and you open wider for him. Jungkook
tilts your hips, cupping your bottom in his palm and goes deeper. Your breath
rushes as he slides in and out of you in a steady rhythm, his skin hitting
against yours. His head travels to your breast and he pays your nipple the same
amount of attention as he did your lips.
You buckle up your hips and push into him, desperate for more friction.
His breath hitches. He closes his eyes tightly, lips pressed together.
“I want to come inside of you.”
His brown eyes open and he looks at you through a cloud of passion.
Jungkook lifts your leg and presses it toward your chest, putting his weight on
it and your position suddenly changes. You turn your head into his forearm,
which is beside you and nip his wrist with your teeth. Jungkook chuckles.
“Like that?” he asks. His strokes are slow and deep. Then quick enough
to take your breath. He watches your bodies as one and he rims your opening
with his fingertip, circling around his dick. “So tight.” he breathes.
He leans down, covering your body with his and his hips lift quickly,
positioning his cock inside of you. He rocks to the side and his hand slides
between you. He touches your clit, his finger wet from where he just stroked
you. He strums your clit.
He grasps your bottom, squeezing your butt cheek as he quickens his thrusts.
You moan out at the sensation, feeling your walls tighten around him.
You let your head fall into the white bedsheet and moan out as your
orgasm rushes through your body. He thrusts one more time and then grunts in
your ear, coming inside of you, soaking my walls as he rides out his orgasm
into the condom.
Jungkook collapses on top of you, his breath heavy. Your eyes are
closed because you don’t have the strength to leave them open but you feel his gentle
hands as he tilts your head to face him. “Look at me, Y/N.” he insists. His
voice is hesitant. “I need you to tell me that things won’t be like they used
You don’t know what that means. You’re confused towards his true feelings and
if this wasn’t actually just a mistake.
You shake your head. “Of course not Jungkook. I love you. I adored you
ever since the first minute you’ve made my heart skip a beat.”
He searches your face. “You promise?” His eyebrows drawn together tightly. “You’re
You push his shoulders so he has to sit up a little. “Certain about what?” you
“That you’re willing to spend your future with the fool who decided to
only focus on you?”
A smile tugs on the edge of his lips by his gentle words and take his
hands into yours, locking eyes with him. “As certain as I can be.” you say.
Request:Hey I was wondering if you could do a BuckyXReader where the reader has a dog and she talks about him all the time so Bucky gets confused and thinks its her boyfriend and he gets a little annoyed and Jealous because he likes the reader. Thanks!
- If you sigh another time I’m calling an ambulance
The jesting voice of Sam starttles you making you look confused at your friend.
- I’m not sighing - you protest and he raises an eyebrow amused
Okay, maybe you do, a little bit, but in your defense how could you not? Recently you have achieved one of your life goals: have a fluffly, beautiful, adorable puppy. You have been discussing with the owner of the apartament you are ocuping for the lasts months and finally, after the promise that you will pay if the dog breaks something, he had conceed you to have a puppy, and you couldn’t be more in love with it. He is the most precious thing you have seen in your life and half of your thoughs are about him recently, you can’t wait to arrive home and play with him.
- Then, you have problems breathing? - he mocks and Nat laughs besides him
- Leave the girl alone - she says - she can’t help it