the koala tree

BTS Reaction - Their gf gets clingy when she’s sleepy

Anonymous said: I was wondering if you could do a bts reaction where you get really clingy when you’re sleepy? Thank you in advance 🌌💚



When Yoongi wants to sleep, he just wants to sleep. So when it’s late, and the two of you are sitting on the couch watching a movie that completely disinterests you, you’re hoping it just ends so you can sleep already.

“Yoongi,” you say as he intently watches the movie, where bombs are going off and men are shouting. You tug on his shirt and move your body closer to him, so your cheek is pressed against his shoulder. Making a face, it’s not close enough for you, so you climb onto his lap and rest your head on his shoulder while wrapping your arms around his waist.

Yoongi just makes a face, “Really, Y/N.” But when you don’t move, he just sighs and turns the movie off before bringing you upstairs. You don’t even waste time being apart from him, because as soon as he lies down you’re clinging to him again.


He knew how you got when you were sleepy, so when you had accompanied your boyfriend to the studio one day and ended up staying there late into the night, you couldn’t help yourself. Laying on the couch in the studio, you sat there on your phone, trying not to be annoying while Namjoon continued to write lyrics and mess with the soundboard.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. You got up and walked behind him, your head resting on his shoulder. “Namjoon,” you whispered, your lips against his neck but your eyes closed, already half asleep. “I’m sleepy,” you said, louder. 

“Baby, you know I’m trying to -” He began, but seeing as you weren’t going to move unless he came with you, Namjoon sighed before standing up and taking you into his warm embrace, where he dragged you to the car and drove home where you clung to him even more.


It was 5 AM - and you just weren’t having it. After a long day the night before, you couldn’t believe you had agreed to come with Hoseok to the studio this morning. You had been putting it off because of how early he had to go in and practice, and he was beginning to nag you about it.

“Hoseok,” you drawled, grabbing onto the back of his sweatshirt as he walked down the hallway of the dimly lit company building. You caught him by surprise, and he slowed down to wrap an arm around your shoulders as you involuntarily dragged your feet down the carpet. 

“Wake up,” your boyfriend said, laughing as you tripped over your own two feet. You just grappled at his hoodie again, breathing in his scent and then automatically wrapping your arms around his waist. “Aish, Y/N, I have to go practice…”


“Y/N, I gotta go get something,” Jungkook said, detaching himself from your grip as you clung to him like a koala to a tree. He jogged down the hallway, looking back to laugh at your annoyed, sleepy face. 

You wouldn’t let him get away from you that easily, so you shuffled after him and slammed right into his back, burying your face in the soft fabric of his t-shirt. You heard him laugh again, this time an arm coming back to drape over your shoulders.

“Hey,” you began to say as he pulled you closer to him, sure he would abandon you like he did a few weeks ago, but as he dragged you down the hallway with him to the waiting room, you felt his lips press themselves firmly against your forehead. “Why are you so sleepy, baby?” He murmured.


You flopped onto the couch as soon as you walked in the door, shoes and all. The day you had was insane - meetings and clients and too much standing wore you out completely. Taehyung just looked at you with a small smile playing on his lips, his eyes cast downwards to your tired face.

“Today was the worst,” you said, slipping your heels off and curling up against your boyfriend, who was watching We Got Married on the television. “Oh, yeah? Wanna tell me about it?” He responded, focused on the TV. Your hand went up to curl around his neck, and you pulled yourself up so your body was pushed against his chest.

“I guess not,” he laughed, turning his head to kiss your cheek as you drifted off, and you felt his hand come up and rub your back while he continued to watch his show.


He continued to let out his windshield laugh as you clung to him like a teddy bear. It was 6 AM, and you swear you were more tired than you had ever been in your life that morning. Combined with the other early starts you were beginning to hat, the effects of sleep hadn’t wore off yet in the slightest.

“Jagi, come on,” Jin would laugh, lifting his arms to show the other boys how clingy you were being. You heard him say, “She gets like this when it’s early.” Your boyfriend would look down at you, your head hung as your eyes remained closed. 

He would pull you towards the couch, and sit down with you in his lap. “Just go without me, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He explained waving the other boys off as his attention was finally focused on you. “I don’t want you to leave, you’re nice and warm,” you mumbled, borrowing into his chest. “Aish…”


Poor Jimin, you’d be clinging to him so badly. It would be in the middle of the day, but you had been tossing and turning all night the night before because you kept waking up.  He’d beg you to just let him go to the bathroom for five minutes, but you just kept clinging to him.

Your hand would have his shirt in between your fists and your face would be buried in his neck, while his arms snaked around you. His hands would rub your back while you hid against him, and he just casually talked to the other boys while you held onto your boyfriend.

“Y/N…come on, I think its time for you to lay down.” Jimin would say quietly, walking you to the sofa where he’d pull a blanket up to your chin. Right as he was about to leave the room, your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. “Y/N,” he sighed, coming back towards you and eventually giving in, where he lied down next to you. Your noses were touching as you drifted off, his hand gently rubbing your back.

Ache (Blurb)

What if Harry gets home from a long day in the studio, the house is more quite than usual, but then his little four-year-old comes to greet him in the hallway, and tells that momma has a really bad headache, so they need to be quite and she takes his hand, leading him to her and they’ve a cuddle, all three of them.


The house was strangely quiet when Harry opened the door and tossed his bag down on the floor. Typically, he would come home to the sounds of his daughter laughing and running around the house while you were trying to pin her down for her evening bath.

The only thing to greet him, at first, was the cat, who wandered over to him, nonchalantly and purred. Harry bent down to give his fur a rub, and then stood up again, toeing out of his shoes and glancing around.


The house was suspiciously clean as well. There were a few toys scattered here and there, but he didn’t see any evidence that his daughter had been playing in the sitting room after dinner, the way she normally would have.

“Hello?” he called again, taking a few steps in from the entry.

Finally, he saw his little daughter come padding around the corner in her socked feet.

“Hi daddy,” she whispered, coming over and reaching her arms up for him.

Harry bent down and hoisted her into his arms, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi monkey,” he said, “Have a good day?”

She nodded, leaning in to lay her head on his shoulder. She was also unnaturally quiet. Normally, when Harry had been gone all day, his daughter was incredibly excited to see him and would basically pounce on him, giggling and shrieking as he blew raspberries all over her face and neck. Tonight, she was subdued, barely saying a word and choosing to be cuddly instead.

He walked with her, still in his arms, into the sitting room and plopped both of them down on the couch.

“You feelin’ okay, lovebug?” he asked, rubbing her back.

She nodded again, lifting her head from his shoulder and staring at him with big, green eyes that melted him every single time.

“We hafta be quiet,” she whispered, bringing her finger to her lips.

“Do we?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow, “Why’s that? Are we playin’ a game?”

“Nuh uh. We hafta be quiet for mummy.”

It suddenly dawned on Harry that he hadn’t seen any trace of you yet.

“Where is mummy?” he asked, allowing his daughter to slip off of his lap and stand before standing himself.

“Her head feels yucky,” she explained, “She’s sleepin’.”

Harry frowned, coming to realize exactly why the house had been so quiet. He felt his daughter reach up to grab his hand and start leading him down the hallway towards your bedroom.

The lights were off and he could see your sleeping form curled up in bed. Your daughter ran to the other side of the bed and climbed up, carefully, before crawling over next to you and settling down beside you. There were a few books and toys scattered across the sheets which made Harry think that his daughter had been hanging out with you for a few hours while you tried to nap.

Harry knelt down beside you and reached his palm out to swipe it gently across your forehead. You opened your eyes slowly and smiled when you saw him.

“Hi babe,” you croaked.

“How you feelin’?”

“Mmm, my head’s killing me, but it’s calmed down a bit since dinner. (Y/D/N) has been such a big help.”

Harry smiled, looking over at his daughter, who was now laying down and curled right up against your back.

“Can I get you anythin’?”

You shook your head slowly and closed your eyes again.

“I’m okay, thanks.”

Your daughter piped up from beside you.

“Daddy, come cuddle with us! It’ll make mummy feel better.”

Harry smiled again, knowing she was absolutely right. He shrugged off the floral print shirt he had been wearing, leaving only the plain, white t-shirt underneath, and shuffled around to his side of the bed, feeling it dip under his weight as he sat down and swung his legs up.

“Here, come on my other side, monkey,” Harry instructed, “That way I can snuggle with both of you.”

Your daughter climbed over Harry’s body until she was on his left side, and Harry shuffled both of them closer to you. You rolled over and sighed contentedly as you snuggled into Harry’s chest. One arm went around you and the other went around his daughter as she, too, cuddled herself into his side and looped one of her legs over his thigh, clinging on to him like a koala on a tree.

Harry placed a kiss on both your forehead and his daughter’s before he closed his eyes as well and settled down. Content to be surrounded by both of his girls.

Bruce Wayne Imagine

Requested: “reader is like bruces daughter who instead of becoming a vigilantly she joins the army and she like comes home from her tour and like surprises him and that family and just fluff! idk I just thought it was a cute idea. “

After your tour, you come home to surprise Bruce, only for him to become overwhelmed with emotion. BATDAD WOOO

“Ow!” You cursed quietly, hopping ever so slightly in pain. You closed the front door quietly, careful not to draw any attention to yourself.  

Ignoring your throbbing toe, you carried on, eager to surprise Bruce and the boys. Waves of excitement pulsed through your veins, and you felt an almost childish rush overcome your body. 

It had been almost a year since you’d last seen the family. You remember vividly, your tears spilling as you said goodbye, and an almost, almost, singular tear spill from Bruce’s eye. Nothing can make the man cry.

So you tip toed through the empty house, hoping to pinpoint where everyone would be.

Walking up the stairs and down the hall, you saw Dick and Jason’s dark rooms. You carefully opened their door and all you could do was roll your eyes.

“Really? Asleep already?” You grumbled to yourself as you watched the snoring boys. It was only 10 Pm.

With a smirk and a quick cheeky eye however, you grabbed a sharpie, and drew some MA+ rated content on Jason’s face. With your mischief getting the better of you, you spotted a glass of water, and put Dick’s hand in it. You laughed slightly to yourself at your not very good, but relatively average prank. 

“I’m so funny…” You mumbled to yourself.

Slipping out of the room, you made your way to the end of the hall, where of course, Bruce’s office sat. As you expected, the room was dimly lit. Just the way Bruce liked it. You walked up slowly, pushing the door open to peer inside.

There Bruce stood, back towards you, in his business suit pants, and shirt with rolled up sleeves, looking at his wall littered in paper, sticky notes and maps. You walked behind him, his silhouette almost foreign to you.

“You know for a vigilante, you’re not very good at noticing when people sneak into your house.”

Bruce froze, his heart stopping in his chest. He turned around slowly, taking in second, by second, your presence.

You’d changed, but not by much. Your hair was longer, face more mature, eyes slightly tired and it looked as if you’d even gained some muscle. However you were still his daughter, and he couldn’t believe his eyes at the marvel which was you.


You smiled a toothy grin, and dropped your bag. You ran as quickly as you could and jumped on him. Without even a grunt he caught you, hugging you tight as you clung to him like a koala to a tree.

“For the record,” He joked quietly, “ I knew you were coming.” 

You chuckled, “Sure; that’s why it was so easy to get in.” You teased. 

Bruce laughed, and it sounded good. You’d missed his jokes and shenanigans and occasional chuckle. But after awhile, you noticed his laugh turned into a quiet sniffle, so quiet, if you coughed you’d miss it.

Without saying a word, you hugged him tighter.

His grip became stronger as he held onto you close.  He’d missed you, and it was only until now that he realised how much he actually did.

Bruce was glad the room only had a pinch of light, as the tears ran slowly and softly down his face; the tears he didn’t want you to see. But, what Bruce didn’t know, was that you were softly crying too.

Pinky Promise (pt. 1 of my Le Duo verse)

Pairing(s): Luke Evans/Josh Gad

Summary: Luke isn’t intimidated by a simple babysitting gig, okay? He really isn’t. He’s performed live in front of massive audiences on West End and seen his face on the big screen all around the world. Needless to say, he’s definitely not scared of some little girls. Especially not Josh Gad’s adorable little girls. Nope, not scared at all.


The front door is pretty average; tall and sturdy and probably a little expensive, but plain. Certainly nothing to be intimidated by. Except that Luke knows the man of his dreams is just behind that door. And with him, his beautiful wife and two daughters. God, he really should just turn around and feign some deadly illness because the whole situation is too absurd.

When Josh had asked him for a favor, Luke had foolishly agreed without knowing anything, jumping at any opportunity to please like an overeager puppy. He hadn’t realized that the favor would involve going just long enough without seeing Josh to make Luke really miss him and then sleeping over at Josh’s house with the two most important little people in his friend’s life. It was all a giant domestic tease that Luke wasn’t sure he could handle.

Luke never thought that he would be trying to get into Gaston’s headspace outside of shooting Beauty and the Beast (because really, who would willingly put themselves in that guy’s headspace for any other reason?), but he found himself taking out his phone and pulling up the camera app, trying to let courage show through his eyes on the screen as he channeled his character’s outrageous self-confidence.

“You are Luke Evans, and you are clever, kind, and incredibly fun to be around. You are the perfect babysitter, and you have noth
ing to worry about.”

He cocked an eyebrow for effect, starting to feel even less self-assured at how silly he looked, when he heard the door unlatch. He immediately shoved his phone in his pocket and felt heat rising to his cheeks as the door swung open and he looked up into Josh’s amused eyes.

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Tease (m)

Word Count: 3,613

Warning: Jungkook Smut

“Please, Y/N. Just one more time,” he begs, and that’s the only trigger you really needed.
You groan, opening the door fully so he can come in. He doesn’t get a chance to do that himself, though, for you grab him by his tshirt and pull him inside instead. You lean into the wall, pulling him closer to you. “One more time? You fucking liar,” you sneer before throwing your hands around his neck to kiss him.
He isn’t prepared for the moment your lips collide, making him gasp so that you can move your tongue in. That in turn makes him put your hands on your face with force, almost hurting you with how tightly he holds your wrists.
“God, I missed this,” he mumbles, looking you in the eyes as if he’s never longed for anything this badly. 

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ever think what Harlem would be
like if our herbs and roots and elephant ears  
grew sending
a cacophony of sound to us
the parrot parroting black is beautiful black is beautiful  
owls sending out whooooo’s making love …  
and me and you just sitting in the sun trying
to find a way to get a banana tree from one of the monkeys  
koala bears in the trees laughing at our listlessness

-Walking Down Park, Nikki Giovanni (1996)

jikook w/ jealous jeoncena and koala jimin!

title: of jealous bamboo trees and clingy koalas
description: jungkook’s been a little too salty after the running man episode.
author’s note: based off of this video

It was just for show, he tried to convince himself. It was just so Kwangsoo didn’t steal any of their boxes. It was just Jimin looking after them. It was just Jimin being Jimin.

Jimin being Jimin as in Jimin being super clingy to practically everything that moves and being an over all super adorable fluffball that just so happens to make Jungkook both want to smother him in kisses and push him in front of a bus.

Because it seemed that Jimin has a knack for making Jungkook jealous.

It was just a game. It was just a game for fun and good times, so why was he feeling like this? Why is it that, whenever he’d look over in Jimin’s direction as he ran towards their assigned truck with a box or two in his arms, he’d see the older clinging on to some other man and Jungkook would feel his stomach churn?

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NCT 127 + Johnny’s Reaction to: You Being Clingy in a Cute Way

Taeil: loves when you cling onto him. it makes him feel trusted & protective. so he clings back, but only in private. he’s not a big fan of pda. however, when you pull away, he thinks he’s done something wrong or gone too far, which makes him withdraw as well …

Originally posted by honeyxxxmoon

Johnny: melts whenever you cling to him. esp since he’s a tall mofo so he jokes that it’s like a koala hugging a tree. and when you pull away, he pouts and tells you not to leave. “what fun is it being a tree with no koala hugging me?”

Originally posted by skelesuh

Taeyong: adores when you’re clingy. it makes him feel like da man. and he feels secure too. like, no matter how many negative comments are thrown at him, as long as you’re nearby to cuddle and kiss, they don’t bother him anymore. and so he feels like he’s being too clingy & he understands why you’re pulling away whenever you do. “don’t go, I love your cuddles. stay with me a little longer, please”

Originally posted by taesyong

Yuta: flashes that million watt smile whenever he notices you pull away and holds your hand a little tighter. while he might not say anything, that smile assures you that you’re not annoying, that he loves you

Originally posted by taesyong

Jaehyun: “awww, you’re so cute! why are you trying to pull away? unless you’re trying to take this into the bedroom? ;)”

taeyong, miles away, unaware of what’s happening: #triggered

Originally posted by nctinfo

Winwin: doesn’t know how to react when you you cling to him, even though he likes it. which makes you distance yourself more often since you feel like you’re bothering him. but he doesn’t want you go to pull away, so he grips onto your shirt, blushing violently. he probably won’t say anything but at the same time, he’s not letting you pull away

Originally posted by fywinwin

Mark: spends the majority of skinship with you blushing or giggling, which makes you think you’re annoying him. and so you distance yourself. but he HATES you distancing yourself. holding your hand just makes him so nervous and melt and asdfghjkl so that’s why he’s awkward.

one day he decides to just man up, to prove he loves you being clingy; by throwing his arm over your shoulder in front of his hyungs & not batting an eye at their teasing

Originally posted by sour-satang

Haechan: thinks he’s the shit whenever you cling to him. he feels so strong & macho and when you pull away, it makes him feel empty. “but I’m so cute, how can you pull away from me?”

Originally posted by taeilsboo

Bonnie and Clyde

Originally posted by heauxscode

‘Come on wake up.’ Dean could feel your lips against his cheeks as he groaned and rolled over to the other side but you enveloped him in a hug right away, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arm around his body. You planted your face next to him almost climbing on top of him as he groaned at the weight. You pecked his cheek again this time sloppier than the last one. ‘I’m not going to stop until you get up.’ You threatened as you pulled him tighter and nuzzling your neck against his neck; fully knowing how ticklish he is. His neck instantly cringed away from you as you chuckled softly next to his ear.

‘What do you want?’

‘I want my best friend.’ You replied getting up and sitting down on his hips. ‘Come on get up. It’s already so late.’

Dean moved one of his hands under his pillow to grab his phone and peeped a look at the watch. He closed his eyes once noticing that it was only eight thirty in the morning. It wasn’t the first time you tried to lie to him in order to wake him up. He could hear your giggles which sounded like chiming bells in his ears. He couldn’t help but to let out a smile at getting caught already opening his eyes. ‘I saw your eyes opening. Come on you’re already up.’

‘No. Go away.’ He groaned nuzzling his face against his pillow trying to get some more sleep.

‘I’ll make you breakfast.’ You offered.

‘I don’t need breakfast.’

‘Everyone needs breakfast.’ You countered jumping on his hip bone up and down as he groaned at every impact but didn’t push you down. You leaned against his side and started nuzzling your nose against his neck trying to wake him up. You could feel him squirming under you as he tried to roll away from your nose. You clung onto his side like a koala to its tree and he started to toss and turn on the bed turning into a wrestle match. You laughed as he counter attack by tickling your side and once you let go of him. Dean pinned you down on to the bed; both hands by your side. You grinned up at his dishevelled hair, puffy face and sleepy eyes. He smiled back at you closing his eyes as he rolled over and laid down next to you.

‘So I go make breakfast now?’ you suddenly asked breaking the comfortable silent as he chuckled and draped his hand over your stomach and the other moving under your head, letting your head rest against his arm and tangling his legs with yours. ‘I honestly don’t want breakfast. I want sleep.’ He mumbled against your shoulder and your lower lips jutted out at his response.

‘I’ll go make breakfast.’ You said determined with your plan as you pushed him off and jumped off the bed excitedly. You turned around to look at his body sprawled on the bed as he shook his head with his eyes still closed.

‘Alright bacon and egg it is.’ You announced loudly and before you left his room you could hear his groaned muffled against the pillow but you knew he was going to get up for breakfast anyway.

Because he was Dean.


Dean smiled upon being greeted by the smell of bacon and the pretty girl in shorts and singlet. Your cardigan discarded on the counter along with your bag. You looked beautiful like this; carefree and happy. He wished you were like this every time he laid his eyes on you but of course life wasn’t a bed of roses. It was harder than that but Dean would die trying. He sneaked behind you and bended his knees against yours playfully as you yelped at the sudden contact and you drop slightly before Dean caught you by the waist laughing at your little squeak. You clicked your tongue at him as you used the spatula in your hand and hit him on the shoulder. ‘Hey.’ Dean shouted back looking at the stain on his t shirt as you scowled and shrugged.

Dean then moved towards the fridge to take out some milk.

‘Why are you here so early in the morning?’ He asked pouring himself some milk as you stayed silent pretending as if you weren’t listening and humming to a song he recognised as Paint it Black, eyes focused on the bacon. Dean sighed knowing exactly what was wrong as he took a sip from his milk. He looked at you leaning his body against the counter. You were his friend. You had always been. You were his friend first.


He moved closer towards you and he wrapped his arms around you moving your body to the beat of the song you were humming to. ‘You want to stay over tonight? I’m bored as fuck.’ Dean offered a safe haven for you, your go to place; your saviour and you nodded your head and looked at him over your shoulder with a huge grin on your lips. ‘Of course.’

It was never for him.

It was always for you.


‘You got to choose the pizza topping. Let me choose the movie.’ Dean pulled away the Titanic DVD from your hand before you could put it into the DVD player. You groaned and stomped your feet but move towards the sofa anyway, grabbing a slice from the anchovies pizza you choose. ‘Don’t watch-’ and before you could stop him. He had put in the movie ‘Bonnie and Clyde’. It wasn’t like you hated the movie. You just hated watching it every time you stayed over at his place. You always wanted to choose the pizza topping and he always guilt-trip you into letting him choose the movie. ‘Not this again.’ You complained as he jumped on the sofa and pulled you closer to him waiting for the movie to stop.

‘I don’t like this movie.’ You told him as he stayed quiet, eyes glued to the screen.

You sighed moving to get another slice of pizza when he pulled you back onto the sofa, your back against his. ‘Don’t move.’ He whispered softly but his eyes didn’t move away from the sofa. You chuckled as you stole the pizza from his hand. He clicked his tongue at you trying to make a grab for the pizza you had stolen. You giggled pushing your hand away from him as far as possible. He pulled you against him tighter trying to save his pizza from you. ‘Give it back.’ He grumbled childishly as you laughed and shook your head already sitting on his lap as you struggled to pull away from him and his arms. ‘I thought you wanted to watch the movie.’ You countered lamely.

‘I want to do both.’

‘Yeah and now you’re doing neither.’

He clicked his tongue at you again with his eye narrowed. ‘Come here.’ He pushed you against the sofa as he climbed over you and grabbed the pizza from your hand. He looked down at you in his white t shirt and your hair framing your face beautifully as he threw the pizza onto the box aimlessly and ran his hand up your t shirt or rather his t shirt as the other one held both of your wrist. You didn’t struggle against his touches as you let him feel you up moaning deliberately louder as he pushed your bra down releasing your breast. He started kneading your breast one at a time grinning at how you closed your eyes and at the beautiful gap between your lips as you let out a moan. He played with your nipple which made you groaned and moved your hip against his. You could feel him hardening under his pants and he instinctively humped his hips against yours as well making you moaned louder.

You didn’t even notice him letting go of your wrist as he pushed your shirt upward and started attacking your breast with his lips as his hand kneaded the other one. Your hand ran through his hair, tugging at it playfully as he bit your nipple making you groan. He trailed kisses down your stomach when you tugged his hair harder. You let out an agreeing moan at his movement. ‘Do you want me here?’ He mumbled against your stomach just below your belly button as you clenched at how his voice trembled against your skin. You moaned out and pulled his hair making him look up at you. ‘I want you inside of me.’ You answered and you didn’t even have to say twice as Dean unbuttoned the shorts you had on and pulled it down. He kissed you through your panties and started sucking on it. You raised your butt from the sofa pushing it against his face wanting more. The soft chuckled against your core making you grow wetter than you already are.

You moaned out his name as he pulled down your panties with his teeth agonizingly slow.

‘Tell me how much you want this.’ He whispered against your clit and you could feel the shudder running up your body as you closed your eyes trying to gather your sanity. ‘Tell me baby.’

‘I’ll beg for it.’ you looked down at him and the smirk on his lips made you bit your lips holding yourself back from pushing him down and ravishing his lips. ‘Really?’ he asked again as he took a lick making your back to arch and a loud moan to escape your lips.

‘Yes.’ You answered obediently.

‘You can start now.’ You were about to start pleading not at all caring about pride when he sucked on your clit each one harder than the last one. You were a writhing mess under him holding onto the cover of the couch but finding it hard to get a real grasp when you felt his hand guiding yours onto his hair. You tugged onto his hair abidingly as his tongue ran up and down your core. You moaned out his name again pleading for him to go faster as he continued to suck and lick your clit. You whimpered when he stop and moved away from you as you looked up at him. He pushed his hair back and started undoing his pants. You sat up helping him with the zipper and pulling his pants down. You trailed your hand up and down his bulge looking up at him as you licked your lips deliberately slow. Dean chuckled as he shook his head but quickly groaned when you started kissing him through his boxer. ‘Next time baby.’ He said pulling down his boxer and pushing you back onto the couch. You laughed at his heavy breathing and his rushed tone. He positioned his dick at your entrance and looked at you as you moved your hips closer towards him. He didn’t need to be told twice as he snapped his hip pushing himself inside of you. The both of you groaned as he leaned against you catching your lips with his. You held his face deepening the kiss as the both of you groaned and grunted against each other.

‘Dean…ahh…fuck…please-’ you moaned incoherently as he started nipping on your collar bone. You arched your head back exposing your neck for him as he bended your knees and pushed it against your body letting him hit the spot that made your head spin and your eyes were filled with ecstasy as you moaned louder. ‘Dean I’m so close-please faster just-ugh-fuck.’ You groaned and you could feel him snapping his hips against yours. The only sound in the room was his hips snapping against yours and the groans and moans of yours and his mingled together. Dean was close as he touched your clit with his thumb rubbing against it furiously as you came shouting a name.

It wasn’t his.

But he came inside of you heart breaking into pieces but feeling satisfied and pleased. He leaned his forehead against your chest as the both of you took a moment to regain back your breath. It was as if the whole world was trying to show him that you weren’t his as your phone went off. He could feel you trying to reach for your phone from the coffee table beside the couch. He pulled out of you as he heard a small whimper escape your lips and you grabbed your phone.

‘Hey.’ You answered suddenly trying to breathe normally. ‘I’m sorry. I know-’ you stood up from the couch and threw Dean an apologetic smile before walking inside his room. This was all too normal. You were his friend and nothing more. It was only for a night when you needed someone else to forget about him; the bastard who couldn’t even own up to his own feelings, pulling and pushing you as he pleases and you let him. Dean hated how he hurt you every single day and time that you spent with him but still, you insist in staying by his side.

Probably how you were treating Dean and Dean let you as well.

It was a vicious cycle.


Dean looked over at his side as you laid with your hand thrown across his stomach and your feet tangled with his. You were so beautiful when you sleep, awfully peaceful that it hurt him every time he remembers how much pain you have to go through the next morning. Dean looked back at the ceiling on top of him. It was crazy. His idea was crazy but he needed it. He needed to make sure it was done before anyone could hurt you again. He needed to make sure this was it. This was your eternity; free of pain. He needed you safe. He’ll protect you to the end of the world. It was and always will be him and you against the world.


‘Dean if I one day we’re both no longer friends.’ You told him as you held onto his hand tightly both sitting on the edge of the monkey bar. You were barely ten years old but you knew you wanted Dean to always be by your side. Dean was your world and you were his. ‘No we’re always going to be friends.’ He answered shaking his head before you could continue with your games. You were always asking him the ‘what if’ questions and He never understood why. ‘What if someone wanted to separate us?’ She asked giggling at how stubborn Dean was being.

‘I’ll kill him.’ Dean answered vehemently as he held onto your hand tighter and you nodded your head understanding that he no longer wanted to talk about it. You understood him like the back of your hand and you knew when Dean was crossed and he was crossed at the idea of you not by his side. It was always going to be him and you against the world.

‘In the count of three we jump okay?’ Dean grinned at you as you nodded your head in agreement.

It was always you and him no matter what.


He didn’t know how or why he was doing it but all he could do was drove the car. The landscape outside a blur by the window as his car passed by the rows of familiar scenes. He knew this place so well. He had sent you here so many times. He had sent you to your despair and your misery all these while and no more. He wanted it all to end. He wanted him to end. It was like an adrenaline rush. All he could think was to end everything and everyone. He needed to do this. He needed you to understand that he needed this to end. He was going to save you, until the end of the world. He had enough. So as he waited for the elevator. He didn’t think of your beautiful smile or your adorable laugh. All he could see was his face and when he knocked on his door. He knew it was the end.

‘Dean what are you-‘

He didn’t even get to end his sentence as Dean shot his head. He didn’t even get to fight back as Dean ended your misery.

It was him and you against the world.

This is my first time writing a smut or somewhat a smut I hope I did alright and it wasn’t all that bad and I know the story might be a bit idk dramatic but I thought the mv was very good and it was like the end was sort of lunatic and sort of idk i’m rambling but please enjoy and tell me what you guys think :)

When Jimin back hugs Jungkook: Rated G. Can barely hook his chin over JK’s shoulder. Resembles a Koala hanging off a tree. Automatic “aww.” Can show to grandma.

When Jungkook back hugs Jimin: Dick to ass, always. Perfect fit. JK is super rough and possessive. Plenty of grinding. Whenever, wherever Jungkook is gonna get dat booty.

Keith like’s Lance’s snuggles-Klancemas Week Day 7

Here it the last one. Hope you enjoyed this week and I know this is short, but I hope you still enjoy. Happy New Years.

Keith wasn’t really big on physical contact, not unless he initiated it first. He was fine with Shiro, that was his brother. Dating seemed hard when he didn’t feel 100% comfortable with touch. He’d let it happen but there’d be times where he wanted the scratch their arms off for touching him so much. So when he started dating Lance, it was a bit worrying. Lance was the most touching person he ever met, always hanging off someone or being in their space bubble. He didn’t know if Lance knew the meaning of back off. But he did. When a person told him to back off, he was off in a second. He let Keith set the pace of how touching went down. He’d always give a huge smile whenever Keith would touch him, either by sitting really close to him, holding his hand or his favourite thing, just hugging him.

Keith liked hugs. They made him feel safe and warm and he could feel the love from it. That’s why he had such a big smile on his face after Hunk had pulled him and Lance into a side hug. He felt the general love Hunk was giving in that hug. He’d feel protected hugging Shiro back when he was younger and the few he got now where ones of support and brotherly love. Getting hugs from Lance, the amount of love he’d get from them was amazing. He could tell Lance was happy he trusted him enough to even hug him, always squeezing him tight and holding him close, like he never wanted to let go. It felt good.

Whenever they’d go to sleep, whoever ended up as the big spoon, cuddles were a must. Keith liked being able to hide his face in Lance’s back, or feel Lance’s chest pressed up against him if he became too small spoon. Lance would be holding onto his waist and Keith’s hand would always find its way laced into one of Lance’s.

Mornings though, were one of Keith favourite times to cuddle. Back when he lived in the shack away from Garrison, he’d hold a pillow while sleeping to feel like he was cuddling sometimes. But now, even all the way in space, he had Lance. Keith’s body always woke up when Earth’s sun rose, so he started moving when he felt his body wake itself up. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a little. His room, ok. He felt his other hand weighed down, so that meant, he was the little spoon, with Lance’s arm curled around him. He could feel the warmth of Lance pressed against his back and squeezed his figures. Lance could sleep for ages, so he didn’t really respond. Keith let go of his and turned in his arms, staring at Lance’s sleeping face. Lance opted out of the mask the night before, reminding Keith that too much moisturizer was bad for the skin. While Keith didn’t understand this stuff, he liked how it made Lance’s face so smooth. He let one of his fingers trace up from the side of Lance’s neck up to his cheek, poking at his nose –making Lance twitch it- and up to his forehead, where he played with the hair that fell on Lance’s forehead.

Lance liked playing with his hair. He remembered when they had finished with a long and gruelling fight. Everyone was tired and Allura suggested they unwind with an Altean movie. Keith was sure they’d all fall asleep in the common room, but he agreed anyway and went to go take a shower. When he got to the common room, Lance had been starched out on one end of the couch and without giving it much thought, went over and dropped himself on the Cuban teen. Lance had done nothing but let out an ‘oof’ but just wrapped his arms around Keith and start running his hands through his hair. Keith had fallen asleep before the movie even started.

Lance groaned, signalling he was waking up. He moved one hand and grabbed Keith’s, which was still playing with his hair and pulled it down near them both.

“Why are you awake? It’s so early.”

“You can do with getting up early. Think of it as practise for all the drills Allura pulls.” Lance groaned and wrapped Keith in his arms, pulling him closer.

“No more drills. I just wanna stay in bed with my koala of a boyfriend.”

Keith felt confused. “Koala?”

Lance actually opened his eyes and looked at Keith, “yeah. I may be the snuggly one, but you hold on like a koala to a tree. Not that it’s a bad thing,” Lance said, seeing the look on Keith’s face, “it’s cute. I never thought you’d be so into snuggling. I like it.”

Keith felt his face turn red and hid himself in Lance’s neck, holding on tighter as if to stop his boyfriend from looking. “Shut up.”

“Aww, you’re cute when you’re flustered. How long do you think we can still snuggle for until Allura gets us out of bed?”

“If she’s feeling giving? Maybe an hour, hour and a half?”

Keith felt Lance nuzzled his hair, “cool, now go back to sleep.”

Keith let out a huff. Who was more of the koala, him or Lance? It didn’t matter, as long as Lance held tight and didn’t let go.


Maui has had a busy past few weeks… getting bigger and getting into trouble as Maui sees fit. 2 favorite hobbies, scaling up you leg like a koala scales a tree to get to my shoulder and jumping in a fresh warm pile of clean laundry to roll in.

Bonnie Finding Out You Love Kai

Imagine: Being in love with Kai and Damon knows but Bonnie is your best friend and finds out. (This was requested by christigilinsky!)

It was as if yesterday you were talking about how boys were icky with your father, and how he warned you about guys and what was always on their minds. When you look back, you shiver at your five year old self and see that if you stayed away from those boys, you’d be missing out on a lot.

This isn’t the case now. Now you’re nineteen years old, clinging onto your your boyfriend for dear life. Not really dear life, but you were clinging to his bare side as a Koala would to a tree. The special man wasn’t just any man, he was that guy all of your friends warned you about and wanted you away from. 

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