so distracting and he loves playing with his mouth

So Much More

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader


Summary: The Whisper Challenge is the stupidest thing to exist.

Warnings: Cursing, because we all know I can’t contain myself.


A/N: Jesus Christ, I’m literally garbage. Here I am, take me away, throw me into the dumpster. Or better yet, an incinerator. This is dumb. It’s trash. Also, I sat down in front of my piano to write something for this and I’m mad at myself because IT’S MISSING SO MANY PIECES AND I’M NOT OKAY WITH THAT. Another also, MY FAVORITE NERD IN THE WORLD is gonna slaughter y’all with the best writing in the world (as expected) AND I AM STILL YELLING ABOUT IT (also as expected) BECAUSE SHE’S SO AMAZING AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH (y’all expected that too, right? LIKE YOU GUYS I CAN’T COMPREHEND HOW MUCH I LOVE HER. I also love love love love love love all of you that actually bother to read my shit like it’s not even that great and like I always say I’m legit SHoooOooOOOOOOK ‘cause of it like I really don’t get it you guys are amazing what did I do to deserve you guys????????



“Holy fuck,” you muttered, staring down at it just sitting on the edge of your bathtub. “What the hell?”

Nope, nope, nope. This was insane. It wasn’t happening. That was wrong, oh, so wrong.

But wait, come to think of it, maybe– No. Not right. Nope. It was incorrect, false, a lie. None of it was true. There was a glitch in the matrix and this was its mistake.

It was impossible. You had taken every single precaution to ensure that this wouldn’t happen. Lin was busy working on his latest work about some lame dude (Babe, how do you go from writing about barrio life to– I hear rap songs in this biography, okay? Trust me on this!), and you were too overcome with the responsibilities of being the new editor-in-chief of your very own magazine. There wasn’t enough time for this. The two of you had decided it was best to wait until the time was right, until the hype of your brand new lives had died down, until you had enough time to do this.

Now was not the time.

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Why didn't you tell me sooner? | James Potter imagine.

A/N: I havent re read this, it was requested and i’m sorry if I disappointed haha.

James has a huge crush on the reader and Remus and Sirius let it slip.

James sighs leaning back in his chair, the two front legs lifting off the ground. “Potter! Use that chair correctly or you’ll be sitting on the floor” The professor exclaimed causing you to laugh.
James knew it was you who had laughed before he even looked, a smirk plastered on his face.

“James, you’ve got to concentrate mate” Remus smirks nudging James’ arm.
“Sorry..” James responds causing a huge smile to spread across Sirius’ face.
“Staring at (Y/N) again are we?” Sirius raised an eyebrow causing James cheeks to tinge pink.
“Shut up” He groaned hiding his face.
“Barley said anything” Sirius chuckles.
“When you gonna tell her then?” Remus asks, scribbling away on his paper.
“Never” James responds, still not lifting his head from the table.

You were sat in the common room, feet propped up on the sofa and a book in your hand.
“Move up” Sirius chirps walking over
“Find another seat” You smirk watching the smug look on his face disappear.

“Bet you’d move for James” Sirius replies causing your cheeks to flare and for you to sit up with a glare.

“What on earth are you o n about” You demand
“Thanks, sweetheart” He smirks sitting in the space your legs had previously been.

You had continued to read your book only to be distracted again by Remus walking over and taking a seat across from you both.

“Whats that you’re reading?” Remus asks causing you to lift your head.
“A book” You respond causing Sirius to chuckle.

“Sometimes I wonder why James is so in love with that attitude of yours,” Sirius says, his eyes widening and hands flying up to cover his mouth.

“What did you just say?” Your cheeks flare red.
“I didn’t say anything” Sirius plays dumb.

“Sirius, what did you say” You stand up facing both of the boys who had worried looks on their faces.

“We’re not supposed to-”
“Remus! I want to know” You exclaim becoming impatient.

“James likes you…” Remus says quietly.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” A huge smile takes over your face causing the boys to look at you in shock.

“He told us n-” but before Remus could finish his sentence you were out the door and running down to the quidditch pitch.

He was practicing alone, you were glad you had caught him while he was still on the ground.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” He smirks, a perplexed look upon his face.
“I here to do this” You smile before pulling his face to yours, your lips connecting as you kiss him lovingly.

James froze still, not quite sure what was happening or if you were being serious but as soon as you tangles your fingers in his hair he kissed back willingly.

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Seungkwan crushing on you !! // scenario

Originally posted by lseokmin

a bullet-point scenario starring our beautiful boo (aka my death pls enjoy :’)

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- alright so to start off, let me just say

- a lot of people think Seungkwan is quite the confident character 25/8


- but tbh I think he would totally lose his cool for a girl he has a huuuge crush on

- it would probably take a whole lot of time for him to realize he likes you but

- once he does

- oh man

- he’s gonna be falling so freaking hard and it will be super obvious at times

- mainly bc the members won’t be able to keep secrets from you for shit lmao

- but there will be plenty of moments when he’ll slip up a bit and give a few hints

- so you’re an intern at pledis entertainment, assisting in the management of Seventeen

- meaning you see Seventeen every time you show up for work !! (where do I sign up)

- and by the third week of your internship, you’re practically best friends with all of them bc you’re just so friendly and open and talented and aDORABLE

- well, best friends with all of them except one:

- Boo Sasskwan

- except he’s not sassy when he’s around you

- in fact he’s the exact opposite

- you managed to get to know all of the other Seventeen members, but getting to know Seungkwan was a challenge

- whenever you past by him in the building, he’d simply bow and say hi before scampering off

- and when you ran into a group of members including Seungkwan just hanging out in the practice room, Seungkwan would find an excuse to leave the group

- his constant avoiding made you think he really disliked you :(

- it made you more nervous about approaching him

- but more importantly, his actions saddened you a good deal

- like, the members would tell you stories about Seungkwan and his confident/funny behavior when you aren’t there

- he seems like a super fun guy to hang out with and you can’t help but think of how cool it would be to be friends with him

- but you just think of all the times he’s avoided you and begin to sulk over the impossibility of you guys becoming good friends

- so you kinda decide to leave him alone and let him be

- but little did you know that Seungkwan feels the same exact waY skdbkjsbfkdjfvskh

- he sees how well you get along with the rest of the group and he really envies the others for having you by their sides

- but rather than taking action and initiating the friendship with you, he gets freaked out and abOrts missioN

- he’s afraid of messing up in front of you in an attempt to get to know you

- he thinks of how much is at stake when he talks to such a cool, funny, talented, adorable, pretty girl like-

wait, he thinks

- HOLY SHIT, I LIKE Y/N._&(-%”()&=:-&!$-”

- it hits him when he’s up thinking about you one night :,)

- first thing he does when he wakes up the morning after his realization is tell Vernon about his crush on you bc verkwan m8

- Vernon, knowing your open nature with everyone, encourages Seungkwan to initiate the friendship first, saying that it’ll be easy

- but Seungkwan yells something along the lines of “VERNON I CAN’T JUST WALK UP TO Y/N LIKE THAT, I’M AFRAID I’LL SAY SOMETHING DUMB AND SCARE HER AWAY.”

- but Vernon is just like, “dude, you’re not gonna get anywhere if you don’t become friends first. And besides, she loves dumb jokes. Y/n is probably the nicest human being alive.”

- just before Seungkwan can counterattack Vernon’s argument, Jeonghan pops his head into their room and says, “Seungkwan, you like y/n? ;);)));)”

- Seungkwan activates his “aggressive denial mode” and shakes his head rapidly while saying “nononono” as fast as he can

- and ofc the day just gets better when Seokmin and Soonyoung peep into the room with wide grins, having overheard the news as well

- and as much as Seungkwan tries to convince them that he had said nothing concerning you, they don’t believe him bc cMON THIS BOY WAS SO FREAKING LOUD WHEN HE WAS YELLING AT VERNON ABOUT YOU LMAO

- soon enough, word of Seungkwan’s crush spread among the members and the poor guy was fucked l o l

- so later in the day, the members head over to the company building, where they usually see you. As you encountered a few of the members individually throughout your afternoon, they would subtly hint at you about Seungkwan or ask you if you had any particular member that you liked (which you weren’t sure how to answer)

- but you definitely sensed something going on and it began to bother you

- however, when you bump into Wonwoo, he asks you something different:

- “hey y/n, why aren’t you too close to Seungkwan?”

- you sigh and explain to him that you really do admire Seungkwan from afar but he’s been giving you a feeling that he doesn’t want to be friends with you with his distant nature

- Wonwoo nods in understanding, thanks you for telling him, and you both part ways, leaving you still in a mystery

- later that evening, the guys are all back in the dorm and Soonyoung brings up Seungkwan’s little crush as a dinner discussion topic

- Seungkwan tries to defend himself with denial, but fails when Vernon hesitantly confirms the crush

- little boo is a blushing mess and hides his reddened face with his hands as the boys discuss ways to get you to like him

- until Wonwoo brings up what you had told him earlier in the day concerning your awkward acquaintanceship with Seungkwan

- Seungkwan lifts his head from the table and brightens at the mutual-ish wish to create a good friendship

- you can imagine all the members hollering in OOH’S at blushy boo

- so the next day, Seungkwan decides to talk to you and you guys finally become friends :D

- the two of you get close right away and Seungkwan is able to loosen up in front of you a little more every time he gets to hang out with you

- but he sometimes reverts to his shy and blushy self when the members embarrass him in front of you

- like one time, Seokmin pushed Seungkwan and sent him hurdling towards you and B A M you were suddenly in Seungkwan’s arms, faces suuuper close

- Seungkwan immediately stepped away from you and apologized for the sudden collision (even though the both of you really didn’t mind ;););)

- and Chan almost spilled the beans another time so all the members had to distract you from the spoiler with some other random topic (you can also imagine the hyungs covering up Chan’s mouth and Seoksoon distracting you with loud noises lol)

- BUT ANYWAYS, shall we discuss some common crushing habits Seungkwan would have ;)?

- well he’d definitely be the type to show off his singing and dancing skills whenever you’re around, trying extra hard to hit perfect notes/dance sharply

-he loves to make you laugh, so he’d try hard to be funny when he can be

- he’s also the type to play hard-to-get, like he’d make sure you’d be the one to greet him when you guys pass by each other sometimes, just to reassure himself that you’re still aware of his existence lolololol

- would have the brightest smile whenever he’s around you omg, if Seokmin is the sun, Seungkwan’s smile would be another pretty bright star :,)))

- whether he’s complimenting you or you’re complimenting him, he’s going to blush so hard it’s just fnscijfbcfvifbvofs cute

- every now and then, he’ll softly mutter a compliment to you like “ah, you’re so pretty.” and you’d be like “did you say something?” and he’d just snap “NO, NO I DIDN’T PFFT WHAT?”

- at night, he’d find himself thinking of all the cute things you can do as a couple but then catch himself with these thoughts and yell into his pillow in agony/frustration/embarrassment

- “thinking of y/n, huh,” Vernon would say to him whenever Seungkwan yelled like that

- Seungkwan would roll on his bed before replying:

- “she’s just so…. perfect. What do I do with myself…”

- it would take this boy a lot of time and hesitation before he’d confess to you

- it would be simple confession though, he probably wouldn’t go too crazy with planning cute stuff like a serenade or something over-the-top like that because he knows he’d be too nervous to kidney function

- you guys would probably be sitting on the floor in the practice room alone, just hanging out, and he’d look down before suddenly saying:

- *soft voice* “I like you.”

- “Wait what?”

- “I said…”

- “Huh?”

- *even softer voice, barely audible* “I like you, y/n.”

- “Seungkwan, I can’t hear what you’re-”


- “You… what?”

- Seungkwan looks you sternly in the eyes. “I like you, y/n.” He looks down again and plays with his fingers as he blushes. “I really really like you.”

- you look down and blush as well. “I’m glad, because I… I kinda like you… like a lot.”

- Seungkwan can’t help but surprise you with a quick peck on the cheek, making you look at him.

- realizing what he’s done, he immediately apologizes, “OH MY GOD WAIT, I COULDN’T HELP, I MEAN, I’M SORRY IF YOU- THIS- TOO FAST-”

- You immediately return the favor and kiss his cheek as well

- “I’m not dreaming again, r-right?” he blushes even harder

Bump n Grind (Steve Harrington x reader)

Summary: Just another smutty HC with a song lyric for a title.

Warnings: Smut (duh), swearing. I don’t have a lot of experience writing smut, so this is probably isn’t the best.

Request: Can you write about what Steve Harrington would be like in bed? I need this in my life. and Heyo can I request some Steve Harrington smut?

Sex with Steve is an experience like none other. He at first, would go slow and loving. But the more you two were together, the faster and rougher he’d go. The moans and yelps of pleasure you released was enough motivation to make him go faster. Steve always knew what he was doing, after all he was probably the most experienced boy in Hawkins High School. His ego was big, and for good reasons too.

He’d start off with kissing, a slow build up was important to him. He’s probably the most caring person during sex. Always placing kisses up and down your body. From the area right under your chin, down past the bellybutton, and lower.

Steve’s parents were never home, so he was always trying to get in your pants. You two would be watching a movie together on his couch, and his hands would slowly find their way to you thigh. Rubbing up and down until you slapped his hand away, complaining about how distracting he is from the movie. He’d move closer, kissing your neck, slowly he’d move up to you face wear he’d try stealing a kiss.

Throwing a tape on his stereo, he’d play his favorite music, and pull you in for a dance. His dancing was far from classy or shy. Hip shaking, ass grabbing, and grinding. He loved catching your mouth with his randomly throughout the song, the kisses long and he loved when you tangle your hands in his hair.

Some nights you two would be outside by the pool, and he’d pull you into his lap on one of the lawn chairs. He’d only smoke when he had other people over. But when you two where alone after his schoolmates left the party, you could still taste the smoke on his breath. He’d wrap his arms around your waist, and throw you into the pool, then jump in after you. He’d swim over to you, pulling off any remaining clothes, and spend the rest of the night making out in the pool.


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3. Stuck in an elevator with Connor and Murphy.

(I already did the elevator one with Connor so I kind of tweaked the definition of stuck. 😂)

You and the boys stumbled slightly as you poured yourselves into the elevator laughing, you knew you’d probably wake your neighbours but you didn’t care too much. You’d all spent the evening at McGintys, shots and beers flowed and before long you were all a little inebriated. You’d been with the boys for a few months now, it took some getting used to, being in a poly relationship with the brothers. Loving both of them equally and making sure you had alone time with each of them as well as time together. It was hard at first, to make them both feel loved the same, but soon you all developed a routine and now it just came naturally to you all.

You’d noticed the looks Murphy was giving you in the bar, those smouldering blue eyes pinning you in place as he drank his drinks with that stupidly sexy smirk. You knew exactly what was on his mind and what he wanted. The three of you spent the night at the bar with little touches here and there and knowing looks. Connor had infinitely more control than his brother, he was able to calm himself and wait. Murphy however was a different story and as soon as Connor closed the elevator door you found yourself pushed up against the wall, his mouth devouring yours. His kiss was needy and desperate, it was hungry, and you moaned into the kiss when he fisted your hair. “Murph, we’re nearly t'ere. Can’t ye fuckin’ wait?” You heard Connor chuckle in the background and you could almost imagine him shaking his head as he rolled his eyes. Murphy broke away from you, his eyes were dark and the look he gave you sent a shiver down your spine. “Nah. Can’t fuckin’ wait.” He growled as he took a step back and hit the emergency stop button, making your eyes widen in surprise. He started shedding his clothes like it was a race and you found yourself unable to move. “Yer gonna fuck her in t’ elevator?” Connor looked at him incredulously. “Too fuckin’ right I am.” Murphy mumbled as he was finally free of clothes. He looked to Connor with a serious look and Conor knew just what his brother was saying. You with me brother? Well of course he fucking was and he followed suit with getting rid of his own clothing as Murphy got to work on yours. You were still in mild shock by Murphys desperate need for you that he couldn’t wait another few minutes to get in the privacy of the apartment, but it was all forgotten once you were naked and he pushed himself against you, letting you feel just how much he wanted you, he needed you.

He looked into your eyes for a moment before capturing your lips in a kiss, it was a little softer this time at first, loving. But soon it was heated and you were moaning into his mouth as he ground his hips into yours. He suddenly moved you away from the wall and then when he pushed you back you found yourself against something hard and warm, Connor. Connors hands ran down your sides taking in your curves that he loved so much as he kissed and nipped your neck, making you moan more. You felt exposed being naked in the elevator but with the brothers surrounding you, you felt safe and you seemed to lose all inhibitions.

Murphy broke away from your lips and dropped to his knees, looking up at you with those captivating eyes, as Connors arms snaked around your middle to help you stay upright. Murphy put one of your legs over his shoulder and he let his hands slowly caress your skin as he placed feather light kisses to your thigh. You moaned softly in anticipation as he kissed his way up to where you needed him most. Connors arms were still holding you up but his hands started palming your breasts and playing with your nipples. Just as he distracted you Murphy attached his mouth to you, licking and sucking your clit. A loud moan escaped your lips at the feel of him, he was always so good at that. He moaned himself as he inserted a finger and then another. He loved the taste of you, he could do this for fucking hours. But they didn’t have hours, in reality it wouldn’t be too long before someone was notified the elevator had stopped.

He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that special spot causing you to cry out. “T'ats our girl. Cum for us lass.” Connor purred into you ear, sending you over the edge. If Connor wasn’t holding you up you’d probably be a heap on the floor, you were chanting both their names like a prayer as Murphy helped you ride out your waves of pure bliss. When he was sure you were done he withdrew his fingers and carefully moved your leg, standing up and looking at you intensely. He grabbed your jaw forcefully and kissed you hard, you could taste yourself on him. Before you knew what was happening he spun you around and bent you over, suddenly confronted with Connors huge hard cock right in your face. You gripped onto his hips to steady yourself for what you knew was coming as Murphy sheathed himself fully inside of you. You both moaned loudly at the sensation and then you felt Connor running a hand through your hair. Murphy leant over you and placed a kiss to the nape of your neck. “Be a good girl and open yer mout’ for Conn.” Murphy commanded, making you open your mouth for them. Connor slid his cock inside of your mouth and suddenly you were full of MacManus and it was glorious. You loved how the boys tasted and as Murphy started thrusting, it made you take Connors cock in deeper.

“Fuckin’ Christ!” He cried out. He thought you felt like heaven and he made sure he let Murphy know when he looked at him. All you could do was take what they gave you and moan around Connors cock at how good it felt, feeling the intense pleasure building up inside of you. The boys were losing themselves and Connor was losing control, your mouth felt amazing around his cock and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He looked to Murphy who was pounding into you like an animal, his face contorted with pure pleasure that Connor could feel himself. “Murph, ain’t gonna last.” He panted out as he ran his hands through your hair, pulling on it ever so slightly. “Ye hear t'at m'girl? Me brot'ers gonna fill yer mouth wit’ his cum soon. Need ye t’ cum for us again love. Cum wit’ us.” Murphy demanded in between his moans as he thrust into you over and over again. He knew he wouldn’t last, when they were in these situations, when one came, the other did. Their connection was too intense. They wanted you to fall over the edge with them, they needed you too. “C'mon lass. Let go for us.” Connor moaned as he tried desperately to hold off his own release. It’s all it took for you and you clamped down around Murphys cock as you came blindingly hard, moaning loudly around Connor. It felt like every nerve in your body was on fire as the pleasure consumed you.

They came together with a string of moans and curses in various languages. It was harder than they’d ever cum before, Connor spilling himself down your throat and Murphy released himself inside of you. Murphy almost collapsed on you when he was done, sweating and panting as he placed a kiss on your back before pulling out and leaning on the wall beside you. “Jesus Christ.” He panted, trying to come back from his incredible high. “Lords name.” Connor smirked as he pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “T'at was fuckin’ incredible lass.” He grinned. He kissed the top of your head before pushing you both away from the wall and helping you redress. “Aye it was.” Murphy chimed in with a lazy grin as he walked over and gave you a loving kiss, running a hand through your hair. He got dressed and when you were all decent he got the elevator going again. By the time you got inside the apartment you were all truly spent and sated, collapsing in a tangle of limbs on one of the mattresses and falling asleep straight away.

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Fixing It (Part 2- Jughead X reader ft Archie Andrews)

Request:Please make part 2 of fixing it!!!part 1 was amazing I love ur writing :) !Are you gonna do a part 2 of the jughead imagine???

Warnings: Some heavy make out sesh ;)

Word Count: 1682

A/N: Yooooo, here’s part 2 and don’t fret, there will be ATLEAST another 2 parts coming your way….soonish :) Now on with the show.

You hadn’t spoken to Jughead for a few weeks after your argument. Every time you saw him you would duck or turn the other way. Every time he sat down near you in class, you would get up and move somewhere else. You had taken to sitting in the student lounge during lunch so you wouldn’t have to see his face.
His face.
You missed his face.
You groaned and placed your head in your hands, rubbing your temples to soothe the headache that had started to form. You missed Jughead, you couldn’t deny that but what he said hurt, it hurt deeper then breaking up with him. You had lost your parents 3 years ago, your Mum to cancer and your dad to a heart attack 3 weeks later. You had spent countless days and nights crying to Jughead about it. You had moved to Riverdale to live with your Auntie a few weeks later and had met Jughead about a month later when you had tried to run away and found yourself at the Twilight drive-in. You snuck in and watched the movie from the small hill behind all the cars, Jughead had done the same and you bonded over your love of writing, watching old movies and sarcasm. “Hey, you’re (Y/N) right?” A voice said, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked up and saw a ginger haired boy standing above you. A guitar case slung over his shoulder and a football helmet under the other. You looked at him sideways “You must be Archie Andrews and yes, I am (Y/N).” Archie grinned and placed the football helmet on the table in front and sat down next to you. “So, I know you are dating Jughead and so…” “Were” you interjected. Archie nodded realising his mistake “You were dating Jughead but he hasn’t stopped talking about you and he mentioned that you can sing and the way he said it made you sound like a freaking nightingale or something and I need a female voice for this song that I wrote and I was wondering if you could help me…. please.” He said. You leant back and peered at him with raised eyebrows. “You do realise that I’m Jughead’s ex-girlfriend and you are Jughead’s best friend…right?” You question him. Archie nods and replies “Yeah, I know it’s going to be weird but Jughead doesn’t really mind and I really need someone to sing this song with and I don’t know anyone else.” You narrow your eyes at Archie and he looks at you questioningly. “Fine but if this song makes heaps of money in the future, you have to give me at least half.” You say. Archie laughs “We’ll see.” He says, standing up. “So, I’ll see you this weekend, here’s my number in case you need to reschedule or something.” He says, ripping a piece of paper off a flyer on the table and scribbling down his number on it. You thank him and enter the number in your phone. You pick up your bag and make your way out of the lounge and into the carpark. You swing your bag to your chest and open it, fishing for your car keys. You find them and look up, straight into the eyes of Jughead Jones. You sigh and keep walking past him, moving slightly so he couldn’t grab you to stop you or even touch you. You get to your car and quickly drive out of the carpark, not looking back to see Jughead’s face, filled with sorrow and pain.

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squarerootof4  asked:

Prompt #3 please. Thanks in advance!!

you are so welcome, love ♡

3. “Could you be happy, here, with me?”

Lucifer isn’t exactly sure how this is supposed to be done. He went to Linda for advice but finds himself unable to implement it. Every time he finds a moment to broach the subject he finds that his fear prevents him from doing so. Instead, he distracts Chloe, he cooks for her, or brings up the case or finds other, more pleasurable ways of using his mouth.

She’s sleeping, her head resting warm and heavy on his chest. He plays idly with her hair, wrapping a strand around his finger and then gently dragging his touch to the ends, sifting through his hand like silk.

Maybe if he just…says it. Out loud. Just to get over the hurdle. Maybe then saying it to her when she’s conscious won’t be so nerve wracking. He inhales carefully.

“Could you be happy, here, with me?” he asks quietly into the air. There. That wasn’t so bad at all.

Chloe snuggles closer and hums, clearly awake, and his heart just about stops. She must feel it skip and then begin thundering under her ear because she brings a palm up to stroke calmingly along his side.

“I already am.” she answers, just as soft. She leans up to press a kiss into the skin of his throat. “Always will be.” she adds and curls into him. He wraps his arms around her, tight, burying his nose in her hair. They fall asleep like that, tangled up in each other.

sweetpandaloveslove  asked:

Hi:)!! I love your blog it makes me so happy to read all these adorable scenarios and it gives me hope for myself to be a little more confident in my size! May I ask to see a scenario where the boys are playing the pocky game with their chubby SO :)

Hello sweetie~ I’m glad to hear that! Always try to be confident in yourself no matter what you look like, because, you’re beautiful no matter what! Always remember that~<3 Of course hun!~ Here ya go!

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——–> KNB Boys and Playing the Pocky Game With Their Chubby S/O:

Akashi: He looked up at your (e/c) orbs and then back down at the sweet treat dangling from your puckered lips. He knew you wanted to play this so called, ‘pocky game’, but there was no way he could refuse. “Okay (y/n), I’ll partake in this game, but on one condition.” You raised a brow at his suggestion as he continued- “Winner gets to decide what goes on tonight my flower.” You felt heat rise into your chubby cheeks as you only nodded in agreement. Smirking at your form, he took the other end of the stick in his mouth as he held up a hand and brought it back down signalling the start of the game. As the two of you munched and got closer to one another, your gazes remained locked onto each others. Not paying attention, you bit down too hard and broke the stick, a victory smirk on Akashi’s face. “Well (y/n)-chan, looks like your plump body will be tied up nicely tonight.” 

Kise: “Come on (y/n)-chii!!” You glanced at the little, sweet treat in his hands as the both of you were on the couch. You were enjoying a nice cuddling session, but Kise remembered a game that his classmates told him about- the pocky game- and well, he wanted to play it with you. “Alright, I’ll play with you.” Finally giving into his constant asking and pleading. With that, you were crushed in a hug by the blonde as something prodded your lips. Seeing as it was the pocky, you opened your mouth slightly and took hold of your end. Kise already had his end in, both of you gazing at each other as he started to chew, wanting to win, you munched faster and crashed into his lips that tasted of chocolate, your tongue swiping his lips to get any of the sweet treat off. Pulling away, Kise stared at you in awe. “W-wow (y/n)-chii…” “What? I like sweet things, okay.” He smiled at pulled you closer, “So do I. Does that mean I can taste you?” He grabbed your plush sides, ready for his treat.

Murasakibara: The both of you were lounging on the giant’s bed, just relaxing and enjoying a quiet evening together. With your soft form literally on top of his tall one. He was munching on some pocky, his favorite snack and while he did share a piece with you, it was still hanging from your mouth as you moved it around, amused by the biscuit stick. “(y/n)-chin, pay attention.” Turning around so your stomach was pressed against his chest, you glanced up at him only to have a giant hand grab the back of your head and pull you forward. A much was heard and his lips were suddenly on your own. His tongue pushed through your lips and grabbed the small part of the pocky stick you had and swiped across your lips for any remains. Breaking the kiss, he moved his face back a bit, but his hand remained on the back of your head. “(y/n)-chin looked sweeter and I wanted a taste.” With that said, he pulled you against him once again. You smiled and shook your head, snuggling back into his warmth.

Aomine: You guys were cuddling on the couch as he watched the basketball game, and you on the other hand we’re munching on some pocky you got at the store before arriving. The sweet treat distracted you from the boredom of watching the game that Aomine loved so much. “Hey babe, did you see that?” You felt a squeeze on your wide, soft hips, meaning he was trying to get your attention, but the pocky had your full attention now as you continued to munch on it happily. Not paying attention, you played with the stick in your mouth, moving it around, watching in bob in the air, but suddenly it was snatched from your mouth. Looking up, he had a slight scowl and eyed you and the treat. “So, this get’s more attention than me?” Smiling lightly, you only shrugged. “Yeah, you were watching the game and all.” He then shoved the treat in his mouth and swallowed it before leaning down to kiss you deeply, chocolate still strong as you tongues battled it out, him winning in the end. He broke apart and smirked down at you. “Guess it’s time to make you pay attention to me, huh?”

Midorima: He was studying yet again and was practically ignoring you as you rolled around on his bed waiting for him to finish already. “Shin, hurry up please!” Puffing out your chubby cheeks, you stared upside down at the serious man. “I told you (y/n)-san, it’ll be a while, just be patient.” Huffing out a bit, you rolled your eyes and reached over for the box of pocky you bought today and started to eat the sweet biscuit treats, small moans of delight escaping your mouth and echoing slightly in the really silent room. It was infuriating Midorima at the moment because he couldn’t concentrate and he was the only one to make you let out sounds like that. Finally having enough, he pushed his work away and stood up from the desk chair, turning his attention on your soft form on his bed, eating the treats in such delight. Quickly pulling you up and into his lap, he started munching on the other end of the stick, meeting your lips in a sweet kiss. Pulling apart after a few moments, the megane looked down at you. “Remember (y/n)-san, I’m the only one that causes those sounds.”

  Kuroko: You were lounging on the couch waiting on Kuroko to finish making dinner for you. Even when you said you’d help the man, he flat out refused, saying he wanted to treat you to a homemade dinner. Stomach growling and boredom rising, you dug out the pocky box you had stashed away and tore it open and started eating the chocolate covered sticks. Halfway through your third one, you didn’t notice your boyfriend enter the room until you felt arms wrap around your plump middle, as you were pulled back into his chest. “I see you skipped to dessert (y/n)-chan.” Lifting your head up, you gave him a small smile with the biscuit still in your mouth. “Well, it’s only fair if I have some right?” With that said, he lowered his head and quickly chewed the remainder of the stick as your lips pressed against each others, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck, bringing him closer to you. As you both pulled away, he placed another chaste kiss on your lips. “I knew there was a reason you always tasted so sweet (y/n)-chan.” 

anonymous asked:

Can you make a scenario where Obito fights the reader during the war, in the middle of the battle they discover they love each other, but Madara kills her so Obito isn't distracted?

Oh this was so fun to write. :D I love these hurt comfort stories. Thank you for the request!

Obito facing an Old Friend in Battle

It was like remembering a forgotten name as the words you struggled to comprehend fought for freedom from your mouth. Time seemed to slow as your eyes caught sight of his. The boy you once knew… the friend you once had… he was here of all places. He was no longer a boy you use to play with on the playground, but a man with firm features that were shaped in disdain.

You could barely believe your eyes, but it had to be him. It just didn’t seem possible… He was lost in the Third Great Ninja War, Kakashi had told you himself. You wept for the friend you once knew in the academy, the one you tried to encourage during the chunin exams, and the one that helped you grow as a person. The name you had long since grieved for pushed its way to the surface… Obito.

You lacked any rational thought as you charged, anger fueling your momentum. Obito saw you from a mile away. He departed from Kakashi and Gai, leaving them incapacitated for the moment as he prepared to meet you on the battle field. Obito was swift at counter blocking your attacks as you were relentless.

You didn’t care about your comrades at the moment as you heard Kakashi and Gai’s faint shouts of warning. You fought tooth and nail against Obito with all the anger and hurt you had brewing. Emotion clouded your judgement. How could he be here, alive, after all these years? Why didn’t he come back? He let you suffer and grieve for no reason!!

As your kunai faded into his immaterialized body, he re-materialized to catch your wrist. The two of you stood in a deadlock face to face, one hand caught in his and his caught in yours.

“How could you?” You spitted the words out, teeth gnashing.

Obito took in your mature features. “Y/N, you’ve grown quite bit,” Obito remarked, his eyes holding yours firm.

“And you have changed more ways than one,” you retorted bitterly.

“I suppose, but the world must pay for what it has done. There shall be no more suffering,” Obito declared as he fazed through you, and appeared behind you, twisting your arms behind your back.

You winced as your anger hit the boiling point. “You made me suffer!”

Obito seem to stiffen in his movement, pausing as you continued on.

“I mourned for you! I thought you were dead! You left me. You were the only highlight of my day back then. You were my best friend… I had loved you,” you trailed off, whispering the last part.

You had ceased in your struggling as you head was tilted down. Obito’s grip seem to have slacken as he was unprepared by your declaration. A moment later, your arms were freed and as you were beginning to fall forward, but you were caught in the warm hands of Obito.

You gasped, looking up into his scarred face. The hurt was still clear in your eyes as Obito stuttered on the words he tried to say.

“Y/N… I… I never knew you… loved. I never knew you loved me. I am so sorry.” Suddenly Obito embraced you with the sincerest and heartbroken features you have ever seen.

You gripped on tightly to his shirt, holding him close to you. You held on tight to him, fighting off the hurt in your being and seeking the comfort you so desperately desired.

Obito ran his hand down your hair as the two of you parted. The man that seemed unfamiliar to you reverted back to the boy you once knew. His features seemed relieved of his hurt and burdens as he looked at you with the most concerned eyes.

“Y/N… I..” Obito began, a blush spreading across his cheeks, when his moment suddenly was ripped from him.

Blood was splattered onto his face as his eyes grew wide in shock. You stood for but a moment, a smile on your lips, before your eyes drifted back into you head and fell in front of him.

Obito staggered to grab hold your falling body, already knowing it was too late. Blood stained your clothes as the wound from your chest spread.

“NOOOO. Y/N! Y/N” the last of Obito’s words barely registered as you faded from existence.

Obito clenched your body to him, shaking at the sudden loss he just felt.

“She was nothing but a distraction to our goal,” a deep, masculine voice stated.

Obito could hardly contain himself as he slowly brought his angry eyes up to the murderer, Madara Uchiha.

Season 5: RC/KB tell each other about losing their virginity. Doesn’t have to be smutty. ;) prompted by @her-pegship.

“How old were you?” 

She’s balanced on that precarious cliff between dreams and reality, sweat still drying on her overheated skin. He’s worn her out, made her body writhe and jerk with pleasure, her voice moan and chant his name and, now, when they should both be sleeping in preparation for her return to the 12th Precinct after serving out her suspension, he wants to talk.

Sure, she could scowl at him, refuse to answer and insist that they both get some rest, but she doesn’t. As curious as she is amused, Kate cracks open one eye, glancing at her boyfriend and that self-satisfied smile of his. “What?” 

The shiver that rolls across her flesh has nothing to do with the cold air that begins to filter through the vent above her bed and everything to do with the two fingers that slide along the path of her abdomen, skirting around her belly button and then dipping just a bit lower. It’s meant to be a tease, one designed to get her attention with the promise that the sureness of his touch holds.

She hates that her bottom lip has already found its way between her teeth, that her body is responding to something so simple, but she also loves that it’s this satisfying and this easy. 

It has been anything but with anyone else that she’s ever allowed into her bed. 

“I was wondering,” Rick speaks up again, spreading his entire hand across her torso, back up across her abs until he pauses just below her breasts. “How old you were when you lost your virginity.” 

Kate opens her eyes again at that, her heart tripping in its steady rhythm at the sheepish look he’s giving her. With his hair tousled from her fingers and his lips still swollen from her kisses, he looks like that teenage boy that her mother always warned her about; the one with the roguish good looks and endless charm who wanted to get into her pants and not much more. 

In fact, it had been exactly that sort of boy that had convinced her to give it up. A boy with shaggy hair, a beat-up leather jacket, his own motorcycle, and a desire to be the next Kurt Cobain - without the depression and heroin addiction. 

And, true to form, he hadn’t wanted much more than sex in the end.

Castle, she knew, wanted everything she was willing to give, which was why she didn’t mind the way he would prompt her with questions to pull out a story from her life before he was taking up so much of it. 

He just wanted to know her, all of her, even the parts that she tried her best to keep locked away. 

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Mockingbird, Can’t You See? (Part 2 of And the Devil Makes Three, End!verse Dean)

Based on Howlin’ For You by The Black Keys

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Summary of Part 2: Dean trains Y/N for a supply run, but a much more mission surprises him. During the training, the two get closer.

Warning: Canon divergence, spoilers for seasons 1-5, smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: I wrote this one from Dean’s perspective because it felt the most fitting. Tagging the creator of the playlist that inspired this, @littlegreenplasticsoldier , who I cannot thank enough for helping me with this story, because I am having so much fun writing it.

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Distractions (Lutteo fic week Day 1)

What the hell is this even? I’ll tell you what, basically 1.2k of nothing, this is truly nothing, there’s like no real plot in here but there’s a lot of making out so there’s that at least. Enjoy (Or at least I hope you will)

Prompt: “Come over here and make me.”    

Matteo really doesn’t realize he is doing it, he never does, and he knows it can be very annoying for a lot of people but he just can’t help it, he need to do it to focus, there’s just something in the incessant tapping of his pen against any hard surface that grounds him and helps him think, sue him.

He is currently struggling a little  with his chem assignment and letting the rhythmical sound of his pen against his desk soothe him while he thinks about the best way to solve the problem, but another sound, that he loves just as much, distracts him.

“Matteo.” Luna calls him and he turns around to see her sprawled in his bed surrounded by her textbooks, hair and uniform messy, pen between her teeth. Once he regains his focus he notices she is throwing his pen an annoyed look, he looks at her apologetic and stops.

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sailingtojupiter  asked:

I hope this goes in in time!! Thanks for all your REALLY entertaining writing! :-) can I request for the captains and vice captains (of just karasuno, aoba-, fukurodani) doing cute stuff while cooking w their S/O!! thanks!!


Daichi tries not to fool around with his partner while cooking solely to get the food done faster, but also so himself or his partner don’t get hurt while cooking. Although he probably ends up having some fun with their partner while waiting for the food to get ready like poking them or hiding some of the ingredients and seeing how panicked his partner gets as they look for it, thinking that they forgot to buy it at the supermarket earlier. Daichi has enough fun just cooking with this partner though, talking with them while cooking makes him happy and somehow calms him as well so cooking doesn’t feel like a chore at all.

Sugawara and his partner are sooooooo sweet while cooking with each other, basically the stereotypical couple that work well in the kitchen and look like parents while doing it. Sugawara likes letting his partner taste the food so he’ll feed it to them, telling them to open their mouth wide and eagerly waits for their reaction. He really loves seeing his partner’s face light up when the food tastes great and sometimes gets distracted by it and forgets that whatever their cooking is almost burning or boiling.

Oikawa would have music playing in the background while cooking with his partner, dancing and singing along to the music but exaggerating it entirely. He tries to incorporate the names of the ingredients into the song making it even more ridiculous. Imagine him singing this song though while cooking with his partner though.

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Hi you, I’m me

The concept of identity makes everything more difficult, and Marinette decides to do away with it for a little bit.

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Words: 1260, Language: English

  • Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
  • Rating: G
  • Warnings: None
  • Categories: M/F
  • Relationships: Ladynoir, Adrienette
  • Additional comments: Post reveal (like… directly after)

It’s already been a week.

It’s only been a week.

One awkward, horrible, unending week that passed in the blink of an eye.

One week since the world shifted on its axis, and everything in Marinette’s life crumbled to the ground. Boundaries fell, secrets were exposed, and identities were revealed.

Adrien is Chat Noir.

She repeats the thought, and it still sticks somewhere in the back of her throat, uncomfortable and unwieldy. She tries it the other way.

Chat Noir is Adrien.

Unsurprisingly, that thought is just as awkward and clumsy as the last.

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I love it when you...

Michael: “…visit me at work,” Michael murmured, wrapping his arms around you waist. “Mhmm,” you replied, bringing your hand to the back of his neck. He was painfully slow leaning in for a kiss. His lips were just brushing yours as the door flew open. “Michael, we have to get back— oh! Oh, shit sorry!” Luke said, blushing a light pink. You closed your eyes and backed away from Michael. “Hey, Luke.” You said. “I’ll just… Go.” He said, shaking his head.

Calum: “…know what I’m thinking.” You sighed, resting your head on Calum’s chest. He laughed. “I’m a really good guesser.” He answered, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Well, I like that you’re a good guesser, then.” You said, planting a kiss on his cheek. Even though he was supposed to go out with the boys, he stayed home with you because you hadn’t been feeling well. You hadn’t told him anything, of course, but he just seemed to know you so well. “It’s amazing that we’re still here, a whole year later.” You smiled, snuggling into him. “And to think, I didn’t even know you existed then.” He replied. “Now I can’t imagine life without you.”

Ashton: “…get all sassy,” you laughed. Ashton was in the middle of an intense tennis game with Calum and was talking smack the entire time, leaving you in fits of laughter. Ashton turned to grin and snap his fingers at you and Calum served the ball earning him the winning point. Calum whooped and ran around the court while Ashton’s goofy grin faded. “That’s not fair! (Y/n) was distracting me!” Ashton pouted. “That’s your excuse for everything,” you giggled, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Because you’re so pretty I can’t help but be distracted by you,” he mock-complained, making you blush.

Luke: “…sing with me.” Luke said, carefully plucking a few guitar strings. You blushed. “I mean, it’s really nothing. I love singing with you. You’re so amazing,” you said. Now it was his turn to blush. “No, I’m serious. You have an amazing voice,” he told you, putting his hand over yours. You started to protest but he shook his head and covered your mouth. “Just accept the compliment, okay?” He laughed, turned back to look at his guitar. He started playing a new but familiar tune, causing you to both start singing.

Preference #3 :: "I love it when you..."

“…visit me at work,” Michael murmured, wrapping his arms around you waist. “Mhmm,” you replied, bringing your hand to the back of his neck. He was painfully slow leaning in for a kiss. His lips were just brushing yours as the door flew open. “Michael, we have to get back— oh! Oh, shit sorry!” Luke said, blushing a light pink. You closed your eyes and backed away from Michael. “Hey, Luke.” You said. “I’ll just… Go.” He said, shaking his head.

“…know what I’m thinking.” You sighed, resting your head on Calum’s chest. He laughed. “I’m a really good guesser.” He answered, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Well, I like that you’re a good guesser, then.” You said, planting a kiss on his cheek. Even though he was supposed to go out with the boys, he stayed home with you because you hadn’t been feeling well. You hadn’t told him anything, of course, but he just seemed to know you so well. “It’s amazing that we’re still here, a whole year later.” You smiled, snuggling into him. “And to think, I didn’t even know you existed then.” He replied. “Now I can’t imagine life without you.”

“…get all sassy,” you laughed. Ashton was in the middle of an intense tennis game with Calum and was talking smack the entire time, leaving you in fits of laughter. Ashton turned to grin and snap his fingers at you and Calum served the ball earning him the winning point. Calum whooped and ran around the court while Ashton’s goofy grin faded. “That’s not fair! (Y/n) was distracting me!” Ashton pouted. “That’s you’re excuse for everything,” you giggled, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Because you’re so pretty I can’t help but be distracted by you,” he mock-complained, making you blush.

“…sing with me.” Luke said, carefully plucking a few guitar strings. You blushed. “I mean, it’s really nothing. I love singing with you. You’re so amazing,” you said. Now it was his turn to blush. “No, I’m serious. You have an amazing voice,” he told you, putting his hand over yours. You started to protest but he shook his head and covered your mouth. “Just accept the compliment, okay?” He laughed, turned back to look at his guitar. He started playing a new but familiar tune, causing you to both start singing.

The Reasons I Love You

Word Count: 2,195 words
Warnings: Pure smut.
Summary: Gavin loves to make Michael blush with the things he says to him, and he is very confident in his abilities to do so. 

Pairing: Mavin (MichaelxGavin)

Author’s Note: This was requested by alphonse15, and the feels it gave me were fucking ridiculous. I hope you guys enjoy reading this, as I sure as hell enjoyed writing it. If you want to read any of my other stuff, you can find it here. Also, a schedule of what you can expect from me in the coming weeks can be found here

The Reasons I Love You

“Hey Michael?” The words came softly, as Gavin ran his hands through Michael’s hair. The two were sitting on the couch of their apartment, Gavin leaning against the arm of the couch, and Michael leaning against him. They liked to do that at times - no television, no distractions. Just the feeling of the other’s embrace.

“Hey, what?” Michael replied, a bit of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He dropped his head back against one of Gavin’s arms so that he could see the other man’s face.

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Title: What’ll it be, Megane-kun?

Rating: M, nsfw content

Pairing: KuroTsuki, TsukiYama

Part: ¼

[Part Two]

“What started everything was a silly accident; one day, after practise. One minute Kuroo was cornering the younger player in the equipment room and teasing him about how good he looked stretching today, the other they were toppling over each other because Tsukishima tried pushing past him and a volleyball got in the way.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have a rec list that is for unrequited skittles? It doesn't really matter who's pining (Scott over stiles/anyone or stiles over scott/anyone), it just matters if they angst and maybe even not have a happy ending.

pining, unrequited (and eventually requited), angsty lovelies

  • Love You So Hard by tryslora (E, 26k) Scott and Stiles need to pretend to be dating in order to keep each other safe at an alpha & emissary convention. Whether it keeps them sane is another question entirely (and the answer is probably no).
  • the place that’s out of view by Loz (E, 11k) “As far as I can ascertain it’s a proximity curse,” Deaton says, still leading Stiles away from Scott’s house, walking quickly enough it’s nearly a jog. “Your life-forces have been merged. As you come into contact, he weakens and you strengthen.” “Is it temporary?” Stiles asks. He feels almost normal, now. Close to himself. Sick to his stomach, but not supercharged. Deaton frowns. “I don’t know.”
  • Sometimes a piece of sun by queerly_it_is (E, 40k) It doesn’t matter how Scott asks, Stiles always says he’s fine. Scott’s not sure who’s supposed to believe it, or if Stiles just says it because it’s what he thinks he’s supposed to say. They do this now. They break and bleed and fall to bits, but so long as they say they’re okay then none of it’s really happening. It’s a nice idea. Just stick your fingers in your ears and hum really loud. The problem is that it’s not working, and Scott’s terrible at pretending it is.
  • And we’re starting at the end by c-is-for-circinate (T, 20k) There are moments, more than there were a month ago, when Stiles sounds almost like himself. “Curquitos, definitely.” Stiles brandishes the food in his hand, swiped yet again out of Scott’s cabinet, as evidence. “Taquitos made with curry and mystery meat?” Scott asks. “That’s your pick for the greatest invention of the past eighty years?” Yeah, this is Stiles exactly like himself. Exactly like the guy Scott’s known how to read for close to his entire life. Stiles has always, always derailed and distracted from conversations he didn’t want to have in exactly the same way. (but God, who wants to talk about spending eighty years as a brainwashed, one-armed assassin, anyway?)
  • Like real people do by queerly_it_is (E, 15k) Stiles waits until Scott’s focused on the game, eyes narrowed and his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, fingers tapping at the controller, before he says, “So I think we should kiss.”
  • baby, let’s play pretend by wolfwithpanthereyes (G, 1k) “Remind me again why I’m fake-dating you?”
  • Mamihlapinatapei by hushlittlewolf (T, 1k) Mamihlapinatapei: the look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move. Stiles and Scott are 14 when the Sheriff first notices. Which means it’s probably been obvious for a while because while the Sheriff might be a good officer, Mr. Stilinski lacked the finer points of reading his hyperactive son. God. He misses Claudia more and more every day.