How about the lions becoming human or whatever race with a side of langst?
Fuck yes!!!!!! Mama Blue to the rescue!!!!!! :D
The new ability had come out of nowhere. One minute Pidge was frustrated with a new upgrade, and the next a human version of her Lion was pointing out what was wrong with the programming.
After that, a human form became available to Black, Yellow, and even Red. Green looked quite similar to Pidge’s mother, Colleen. Black explained that they chose their form based on an important female figure in their Paladin’s life, with a few differences. Like Green having bright lime colored hair and golden eyes.
The hair color matched the Lion’s metal, and all of their eyes were golden. They were a physical manifestation of their own Quintessence, while their metal bodies stayed put.
And yet, Blue still didn’t have her human form. That function was damaged, and she’d had no time to repair it since she’d been reactivated.
Lance didn’t blame her one bit, but he did feel slightly jealous every time he saw Hunk and Yellow, a bubbly yet bulky blonde reminiscent of Hunk’s mother, chatting away and baking in the kitchen or Keith actually laughing while training with Red, who may have been short and slim figured but was fast on her feet.
What really hurt, was that nobody seemed to care about it. Their Lions took his place as the friendly guy to the team. Pidge had Green to keep her active, Hunk had Yellow to soothe his anxiety, Shiro had Black to calm his flashbacks or nightmares, Keith had Red to tell him when to stop training for the day. Nobody needed him around anymore.
Most of his time was spent in Blue’s cockpit, blurting out his frustrations and worries and fears while she hummed to him to calm him, upset she couldn’t assure his worth with words like she wished to do. He didn’t know if anybody even noticed that he was hardly around anymore, aside from missions. He kept it to himself, knowing that the Lions made his team happy, he couldn’t be selfish and beg for attention. He was raised better than that.
The tipping point was during a mission to destroy a Galran main support ship. They had formed Voltron to fight back, but that’s where everything went to Hell. An overcharged laser cannon hit Blue, inflicting horrifying damage and actually snapping the leg off of the main body. They were forced to split up, Blue returning to her previous Lion form but unable to move as her pilot wasn’t responsive.
Blue was sent flying at high speeds into a planet so very very far away from her sisters, crashing into a black ocean that felt thick and heavy against her metal skin as they sunk to the planet’s ice cold core.
Her Lance was bleeding, badly. He was burnt and sliced up from the electricity of the laser. She drew in power from the sludgy ocean and forced herself to form a human body inside her own cockpit. Fluffy, curly blue hair bounced around her tan shoulders as her slim, twiggy body smoothed out her blue t-shirt and jean shorts, grimacing at the sticky dark red liquid staining her bare feet.
Wasting no time, she hurried to where her first aid kit was stored and pulled out everything, more than a little frantic. She almost slid on the bloody floor while dashing back, but she caught herself and pulled away his armor, leaving him in his black undersuit. She’d left a working light on before she’d shifted, as it was pitch dark outside her windows, and proceeded to tend to the burns and slashes carefully.
She pulled him onto the floor with her, and tucked his head onto her chest, purring soothingly, light glinting off of her golden eyes. She tilted her head back to look at the ceiling.
She hoped her sisters found them soon.
If you want a part two, let me know! Instead, have this Mama Blue and langst ;)
I’ve gotta go cook dinner right now, but I’ll be back in a bit!
Excerpt: “Wait a second,” your eyes had begun to adjust to the poor lighting as you watched Yoongi turn to look at you in interest, “are they still trying to set us up?”
Genre: fluff, teacher au
A/N: draw me like one of your french girls
The staffroom was always quiet on Fridays, the teachers working without pause to complete all of their marking before the weekend for a welcome break. Usually, you would have been finishing off the last of your lesson plans during this time, but the tinny sound of music from headphones was distracting you. You looked across your desk at Yoongi, frowning as he nodded his head to the beat, writing notes on the song.
As an art teacher, you disliked Yoongi mainly because the art and music departments never got on. You had often shared many a heated argument about which subject was better and students would often laugh when they caught you mid-rant during a lesson.
Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortesse (mentioned), A few nameless OCs
Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader
Warnings: Lots and lots of insults, talk of sex (very light), implied smut
Word count: 1200ish
A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. This is part one of a two part story.
2 out of 5 prompts are used in this one and they are bolded if you are curious.
You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in this situation. Of course you knew you were going to see him. There was no way around it. He was your brother’s roommate, but you had come to hang out with your older brother because you missed him. Jared was only two years older than you and you had done everything together growing up.
You knew he lived with Jensen but you had thought you would only have to endure his best friend while you were at the apartment. You certainly hadn’t pictured yourself sitting in a bar filled with bimbos helping your brother pick out a rebound girl for his best friend, that was for sure. If you had thought that was how you would be spending your Saturday night you would have stayed in Austin.
You knew Jared wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it didn’t stop you wanting to kick his stupid face in every time he pointed in the direction of some blonde with her boobs hanging out.
Summary: After meeting Namjoon and Yongguk and being proposed to join a poly relationship with them, you all started a happy life.
Namjoon was a cold man. Not in a cruel way, just in the way
that he didn’t like to let his emotions show. He was only 22 but he was wildly
successful. He had a head position at the company he worked at.
The thing about Namjoon is, he likes control. Everything must
be done the way he wants, and he expects his rules to be followed. He was a
tickler for rules and order. He plans everything out and gets it done.
Yongguk is the clear opposite. He was a warm man with a
gummy smile that lit up the room. He was the oldest of the three of you, 27. He
was a mechanic, well he owned the shop, so he often came home a mess. His curly
hair matted to his face from sweat, and blotches of grease and oil on his
clothes and skin.
Yongguk was a free spirit. He was spontaneous, often going
out in the middle of the night for a random food run. He was a soft, kind man.
He never lost his temper and he was always gentle to those he loved.
And then there’s you. The girl who has both these men
wrapped around your finger.
You had met Namjoon first. You two met in a coffee shop in
the winter time. He had been sitting in the corner, working on his laptop. His
blonde hair had been pushed back off his forehead, showing the deep furrow in
his brows. He had been gnawing on his lip in concentration. He was incredibly
You had just gotten your hair done that day and were feeling
confident, so you approached him. He had greeted you with a brow raised,
leaning back in his seat with his hands folded over his stomach.
“What can I help you with, darling?” He had asked in a
smooth voice. It had sent shivers down your spine. You quickly lost your
confidence and began to flounder.
He had smirked, “Have a seat then.”
So, you did. And the two of you hit it off quickly. You
talked for a while, drinking your coffees and enjoying each other company. By
the end, you had exchanged numbers and began meeting casually.
It wasn’t long afterwards that you met Yongguk. Your car had
been having troubles so you had been advised to take it in to the local
mechanic’s shop, a suggestion by Namjoon himself. The one Bang Yongguk worked
in. What a dream meeting.
He had come out from the back, a ratty wife-beater on his
slender frame that was grease stains all over it. A large chest tattoo was on
full display along with various arm tattoos. He came to the reception desk,
wiping his hands off on a rag.
“Hey sweetheart, something I can help with?” His voice was
so deep it shocked you. He looked at you, breaking out into a kind, gummy
smile. God, he was beautiful.
“U-Um…yeah…my car’s been making a rattling noise for the
past week…I was advised to come get it checked…” You said, your voice had
trailed off as he lifted his wife-beater to wipe the sweat off his face. It
revealed his toned abdomen and left a smudge of grease on his face.
“Sure honey, let me get some forms for you to fill out.”
He had checked out your car and given the proper care. As
you were leaving, he had suddenly asked you on a date. You had quickly agreed.
It was only a couple months later that you found out the two
of them were actually friends. At first you had been embarrassed about having
been caught chatting with two men. But they assured you that there was nothing
wrong with it.
“You’re a beautiful single woman, ____.” Yongguk had said, a
shy smile on his face.
“We don’t mind if you see us both, darling.” Namjoon had
added after taking a sip of some expensive champagne.
After seeing them both for a while, they had suddenly sat
“_____, there’s something we should tell you.” He took off a
pair of glasses he was wearing and placed them on the table, before folding his
hands in front of him. He always looked like he was in a business meeting, not
that you complained because he looked sexy as hell doing it.
Yongguk on the other hand, was lounging back in the seat
drinking a coke. His chocolate eyes darted between the two of you.
“What is it?” You asked, frowning.
“Yongguk and I have a…proposition for you. Something that
would surely benefit all three of us.” Namjoon liked to draw things out. He
took forever to get to the point.
You guessed Yongguk got tired of it too because he blurted
out, “What do you think about polyamory?”
Namjoon heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Have you no finesse, Yongguk?”
The tattooed man had only giggled as he sipped his coke.
“Polyamory? You mean having multiple partners?” You asked,
earning a nod from Namjoon. Yongguk had almost finished his coke by now, never
even putting the cup down.
“You see, ____, Yongguk and I have an agreement. We both
willingly share a woman if she consents to it. And since we both like you a
considerable amount, we figured we should ask what you think. I know you like
both of us too, that’s what we were hoping for.” He took a soft breath, glancing at Yongguk.
“We both completely understand if you want no part of this, a lot of people
find this…arrangement…to be rather strange.”
Yongguk, finishing his drink and putting his cup down, spoke
up again. “We just need a yes or no from you, sweetheart.”
“But we won’t rush you. Take all the time you need to think
about this. Research it if you must, or contact us if you have any questions
“Joon, why do you have to make everything sound like you’re
closing a business deal?”
“I am a business man.”
“But ____ isn’t a business partner!”
“Are you really going to argue with me on this Yongguk?”
You giggled, their bickering always made you laugh. Mostly
because of the opposite dynamic between the two of them.
“I will think about it, guys.” You had assured.
And it took about 2 weeks before you had contacted Namjoon
to tell him you wanted to meet again to give them your answer.
You three met at a fancy restaurant. Yongguk was there first
and you sat down with him while you both waiting for Namjoon to show up.
“Whatever your answer is, _____, I just want you to know
that both of us have really enjoyed having you around. It’s…been a while since
our last relationship. We’ve both been hoping that we’d meet someone.” Yongguk
was speaking seriously, looking out the window. Probably looking for Namjoon’s
“How long’s it been?” You asked, watching him purse his lips
at the question.
“Eh…I’d say 2 and a half years.” He mumbled. “It didn’t end
well last time. The girl we were with…she cheated on us. Some post British guy.
Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to
searching again. It took him a while to get over her.” Suddenly, his eyes
widened. “B-But he’s over her now. I- We both are, I mean. W-We wouldn’t be
asking you to do this if we weren’t you know-“
You gigged, about to assure the man when Namjoon approached
to table with a sigh.
“Meeting took longer than expected, sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. We were just having a nice talk.” You
smiled, watching him discard his blazer and put it on the back of the chair
“So, I don’t think there’s any point in postponing it.
What’s your answer, ____?”
“Joon! Be more gentle about it! You’ll scare her off if you
keep up this cold-guy façade!”
“It’s not a façade.”
“I agree to it.” You giggled out before they could begin
“You do?” Yongguk asked, a big guy smile spreading across
You nodded, your hair bouncing around your face as Yongguk
heaved a sigh of relief.
“Waiter, a bottle of your finest champagne please!” Namjoon
bustled, with a smile on his face that showed off his dimples.
A year passed. The relationship between the two of you was
going smoothly. You had moved in with them, as it turned out they had been
living together for years. Both men had opened their door to you with open
arms. You all quickly fell into a routine.
Yongguk left in the morning at 5 to open up shop and get
everything ready for the day. Then Namjoon left at 9 to get to the office. You
stayed home, doing some house work and spending the day cooking for both men
for when they got home.
At the beginning of the relationship you tried to convince
them to let you keep your job waitressing, and they did. Until they realized
how run down you had become. Then they began to raise their protests. But when
you came home crying because of a rude customer and your boss screaming at you
for how you responded, they officially told you to quit.
You felt bad because you didn’t want to depend on them like
that, but they assured you they both made enough money. And they said if you
managed to find another job that wasn’t waitressing, to go for it. But you
didn’t, so you’ve remained like this.
You couldn’t complain, it was a nice way to spend your days.
Unfortunately, during your time alone at the apartment one
day, you got a visitor. You had been washing the dishes when the doorbell rang.
Heaving a sigh, you wiped your hands off on a rag while walking to the door to
When you opened the door, there was a girl there. She was
probably a little older than you. Her brown hair was curled and fell around her
shoulders, her lips were painted red and she wore an expensive pair of
sunglasses. Judging by her Gucci purse, you could only assume the skin tight
red dress and 6 inch black heels she wore were also designer.
When she heard the door open, she smiled brightly only to
see it was you and the smile faded.
“Oh…who are you? Where are Joon and Guk?” Her voice held
some degree of malice.
Joon and Guk? They
must be close. You thought.
“They’re not home yet. Yongguk should be home in about 15
“Oh, I know when he’ll be home honey.” She said, eying you
up and down. “I guess I’ll come back another day. What a pain.” She flipped her
hair over her shoulder with a sigh.
“I can take your name and give it to them if you’d like.”
She furrowed her brows and spoke again. “Who are you anyway?
A house sitter?”
You chuckled. “Ah, no. I’m their…uh…roommate.”
“I see. Anyway, don’t bother telling them I was here I’ll
just come by again when one of them’s home.”
With that, she turned around and clicked her way down the
hallway. The oven timer started going off so you shut the door and hurried over
to get the food out.
Right on time, Yongguk strode through the door with a loud
“Dinner ready, babygirl? Joon should be home soon, he called
to say he needed to pick up some wine or something, you know him.”
“Yeah, it’s ready. You can start eating if you’d like.” You
didn’t bother telling him about the visitor, as she told you not too. To be
honest, you didn’t really care enough.
“Nah, I’ll wait.”
And Namjoon came home with two bottles of wine, sat down for
dinner with you two. You stayed up together for a little while before you all
headed to bed.
To be honest, you completely forgot about the female visitor
until she showed up again on a Sunday a month and a half later.
This time she was wearing a babypink graphic tee over a pair
of ripped jeans and a pair of nude heels. Her brown hair was up and she didn’t
have any sunglasses on. She was…incredibly beautiful. Model material.
“Oh, you again. They home?” She asked, forsaking a greeting.
“Um…Yongguk is.” You said.
“Cool,” you sputtered in surprise as she barged her way into
the house. “Gukkie, baby!”
Yongguk came wandering out of the bedroom with a confused
look on his face but it changed into a glare. You’d never seen such a nasty
look on that man’s face.
“Keiko…” He clicked his jaw in annoyance. “The fuck are you
“Don’t act like that, baby. I came to talk to you and
Joonie. I want to explain everythi-“ Yongguk held up his hand.
“Save it, Keiko. Neither of us care anymore.”
“Well obviously you do, or else you wouldn’t look so angry
“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry that you have the balls
to show up here after what you did.” Yongguk stormed through the living room
towards the door. “I suggest you leave before Namjoon gets here.”
“No, I’m going to wait for him. We both know he’s always
been the sensible one.”
There was a pregnant pause that Yongguk took to glare a hole
through the girl.
“Um…what’s going on?” You asked softly, drawing their
attention to you.
She was about to say
something when the door opened, bumping Yongguks shoulder.
“Shit, sorry.” Namjoon said, patting his shoulder before
shutting the door. He hadn’t noticed Keiko’s presence yet. But when he did, he
“What the fuck are you doing here, Keiko?” He repeated the
same thing Yongguk did earlier. “Get the fuck out of this house right now or
I’ll throw you out myself.”
“Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege years ago. To
show up here isn’t only stupid but disrespectful.” He seethed.
“Disrespectful?” The other girl ground out. “To who! I’m
just trying to fix things.”
“To me and Yongguk and most importantly _____.” He shouted,
gesturing angrily to you, making you jump.
“It’s been 3 and half years since you cheated on us Keiko.
We’ve moved on. We have _____ now.” Yongguk said, pulling you against his side.
“We don’t need you. We don’t want you, Keiko.” Namjoon
snarled, getting into her face. “Leave.”
Keiko scoffed, her eyes tearing up. You didn’t know if it
was in humiliation or if she was really upset she lost them. Either way, she
stormed out of the house and slammed the door, making you jump.
“What the heck was that about…?” You whispered.
“Who the fuck cares.” Namjoon snarled before storming out of
the living room to his office.
Yongguk sighed, wandering to the couch to sit down.
“I don’t want talk about it _____.”
“No, _____. Drop it.” Yongguk hissed, before he too
disappeared. This time to the bedroom.
You sighed, sinking into the spot Yongguk just vacated.
You huffed softly, sitting on the couch watching an old
drama rerun. Things have been tense in the house since Keiko came around to
stir the pot. Namjoon’s barely been home, picking up extra hours at the office
to avoid the house. And Yongguk has been angrier, losing his temper on the
You’d basically been walking on eggshells, and quite frankly
you were growing tired of it.
Yongguk was holed away in the bedroom, doing god knows what.
It was 11:45 before
Namjoon strode through the door. He looked a mess. His tie was pulled down and
his hair was everywhere like he had been messing with it all day. And moreso,
he smelled like he’d been drinking.
That wasn’t unusual, but he never drank to get drunk.
“What are you doing up?” He snapped, throwing his blazer on
a coat hook.
“Just…can’t sleep…” You mumbled, careful not to say
something to piss him off.
“Well go to bed. I don’t want you up.”
You scoffed, “That’s a bit rude.”
“Don’t test me _____.” He growled.
“What’s going on with you Namjoon?” You ground out. “You’ve
been acting like this ever since Keiko came. You and Yongguk. Why are you both
doing this?” Your voice had slowly risen throughout your questioning. You could
hear Yongguk open the bedroom door, signaling he was joining the scene.
“Don’t talk to me like that _____. Watch your mouth.”
You rolled your eyes. “Stop the act Namjoon. You’re the one
acting like an asshole. You and Yongguk. I get you’re both upset about her
showing up, but I don’t deserve to be treated like this! Why are you even so
bothered by this, she cheated on you! She doesn’t deserve you acting so upset
“Don’t you think I fucking know that, _____?!” Namjoon
shouted, getting into your face. “And don’t you fucking talk about her like
Yongguk was standing in the hallway, leaning against the
wall watching it all unfold.
“What, are you still in love with her? Is that what the
problem is?” You whispered.
You watched Namjoon still and swallow sharply, obviously
hesitating. “I’m going to shower.” Is all he said before he stormed to the
You scoffed in disbelief, sitting back down as you felt the
sting of tears.
“Don’t mind that, sweetheart. I’ll talk to him.” Yongguks
baritone reverberated through the room before he left you alone with your
“…she cheated on us.
Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though
I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.”
Yongguks words passed through your mind.
Did Keiko showing back
up make Namjoon’s feelings come back?
You decided to sleep on the couch that night. You couldn’t
stomach sleeping with them after what just happened. You fell asleep watching
nighttime television and holding in your tears.
A few days passed before they finally sat you down to talk
to you about it all.
“I know if you’re angry with us _____, I completely
understand…” Namjoon mumbled, dropping his face into his hands. You kept your
eyes on Yongguk who sat across from you in the arm chair, giving you a
“Why’d you behave like that?” You asked, biting your lip to
stop the quiver in your voice from showing too much.
Namjoon sighed. “_____, it’s complicated.”
“No, it’s not Namjoon.” Yongguk grumbled.
“I was just…hurt I guess.” Namjoon whispered, looking up at
you. “Being cheated on after devoting yourself to a relationship like that…I
was so hurt afterwards. I didn’t have to deal with her all this time. Then she
just showed up acting like we were the ones who wanted her. Like we would wait
for her after what she did? It pissed me off so much. I just…took it out on
you. On both of you.”
“Dumbass.” Yongguk grumbled.
Namjoon chuckled. “I know…____…don’t you have anything to
You sighed. “I guess I can understand that, Namjoon…”
“Atta girl.” Yongguk praised. “Now, what do you say we take
this to the bedroom for some passionate, hot make-up sex?”
“Real subtle Guk.”
“I am who I am, Joon.”
“You’re a joke.”
“Tell me that while ____ choking on my dick.”
Your bare back hit the bed, making you bounce slightly. In
an instant, Namjoon was over you with his lips attached to your neck. He was
creating little red marks all over the sensitive skin, drawing tiny whimpers
from your lips.
Yongguk, who had shed his shirt, climbed in behind you so
you could lean against his lap.
“Joon’s got a treat for you, babygirl.” He ground out,
feeling your weight against his hard on in his jeans.
Namjoon’s rough hands spread your legs, exposing your wet
pussy to his eyes for the first time in a long while.
“Shit babygirl, look at that…so fucking wet…”
“You want Joonie to eat your little cunt, baby?” Yongguk
asked, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Yes!” You cried out, feeling Namjoon’s breath against your
“Yes, what baby?”
“Fuck, that’s it. Call me that again.” Namjoon commanded,
you could see him grinding against the bed.
Then, in a flash he was eating your cunt for all he was
worth. His tongue slid desperately against your clit, drawing cries from you. He
was slurping up every drop you gave him. He was moaning like a madman into your
cunt as he tasted you.
“Fuck, that’s it Joon. Does our babygirl taste good? Huh?
How’s her cunt taste?”
Namjoon pulled back with a groan to look at Yongguk over
“So fucking good. She’s so fucking sweet.” Namjoon suddenly
introduced his fingers, sliding in two slender digits into your gripping pussy.
“God, _____, I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”
“Ah, Daddy, that feels suh-so good!” You whined, gripping
Yongguk’s biceps behind you, trying to keep yourself grounded while Namjoon
dove back in to swirl his tongue around your clit.
“Joonie eating your pussy good baby?” Yongguk asked with a
groan, feeling his cock throb in its confinement.
Namjoon’s tongue was a work of magic. His tongue swirling
wildly against the pulsing nub of your clit. His fingers sliding in and out of
you, kissing your g-spot with every pass, causing your hips to jerk. Yongguk’s
hands weren’t idle either, their cupped your breasts and pinched your sensitive
nipples between his fingers.
“She’s gonna cum.” Namjoon announced, feeling your cunt
hugging his intruding fingers.
“Fuck yeah she is. Cum baby.” Yongguk growled. “Cum for your
Your back arched, your nails sinking into Yongguk’s tan
skin. Your cunt convulsed around Namjoon’s fingers and his tongue continued to
swirl around your clit, making your legs shake around his head. Namjoon spent a
moment after your orgasm subsided cleaning you up, drinking up every drop of
cum you gave him. Then, he slid his fingers out of your and left a fleeting
kiss on your clit.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.” Namjoon ground
out, discarding his black boxers on the floor somewhere.
Yongguk sat behind you, the picture of self-control, lightly
petting your hair as your body continued to lightly tremble from the force of
“Fuck, look at that pretty little cunt, Guk.”
“So pink and wet…” Yongguk rasped, licking his lips as his
fingers trailed down your body to lightly pet your pulsing heat. He spread your
lips open with his fingers, letting Namjoon watch as a drop of your cum dripped
out, making the younger man groan.
“That’s it, I need to fuck you babygirl.”
Namjoon pinned your legs open before guiding his cock into
your entrance. You both shared a moan of pleasure at the feeling of him
stretching your walls. He didn’t pause for a second before pulling out and
slamming back into you. Yongguk pinned your hips down to keep you from grinding
against Namjoon’s cock.
“You’re so fucking tight around me, Princess.” Namjoon
ground out. “I want you to cum again, baby.”
Yongguk took that initiative by using his fingers to attack
your clit. The cry you let out caused both men to groan. Namjoon increased his
pace, driving his cock into your clutching pussy. It didn’t take long before
you are erupting in orgasm again, the last one you had making you sensitive to
both men’s touches.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Namjoon gasped out, his hips
faltering before driving into you faster. The sound of his hips meeting your
skin filled the room. You continued to write underneath Namjoon, desperately
trying to dislodge Yongguks fingers from your oversensitive clit that he
continued to circle despite your orgasm having passed.
“She’s holding my cock so tight. Keep doing that Guk.”
Namjoon encouraged, ignoring your whines of overstimulation.
Suddenly, Namjoon drove his cock into you to the hilt,
letting his cum fill you up with a loud groan of your name. His head fell
backwards while his body trembled from the force of his orgasm. His cock began
to soften inside you before he pulled it out.
“Shit, so fucking good babygirl.” He whispered, panting
against your lips as he planted a delicate kiss on them.
Then, he switched places with Yongguk.
You leaned your back against Namjoon’s chest while Yongguk
took his place between your legs. He quickly discarded his jeans and boxers,
letting his hard cock out.
“Fuck I’m so hard, I’m not gonna last long at all
sweetheart.” Yongguk’s strong hands, callused from years of working on cars,
pinned your legs together and up against your chest. “Hold her there, Joon.”
Namjoon wrapped his hand around your legs so you couldn’t
get out of the position. You whimpered softly, feeling exposed to Yongguk’s
gaze as he watched your pussy drip for him.
“Shh babygirl, Daddy’s here.” Namjoon whispered, leaning
down to kiss your head.
Without warning, you felt the hot head of Yongguk’s dick
against the wet lips of your cunt. Then, he was sliding in and you were crying
out. The position allowed him to hammer directly into your g-spot, never
failing in making your body twitch at the onslaught of pleasure it offered. His
thrusts were a little sloppy, probably because of how desperate he was to cum.
But, he would never dare neglect you.
His punishing thrusts were bringing you closer to orgasm,
already sensitive to his touches.
“Play with her clit, Joon. Make her cum around my cock.”
Namjoon chuckled at the little squeal you emitted at his
soft fingers on your sensitive button. His finger was cupped between your folds,
not allowing you to wiggle away from the sensation. Your eyes rolled back in
your head as you began to cum.
“Daddy!” You cried out. “Fuck, Daddy! That feels so good.”
“That’s a good girl. Cumming so fucking good for your
Daddies. Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Yongguk was letting out raspy moans, keeping
a steady pace with his hips, fucking you through the orgasm that flowed through
your body making you tremble and tear up with pleasure.
A shock of heat in your pussy made you whimper, loving the
feeling of your Daddy’s cum filling you up. Yongguk gave a couple more thrusts,
letting his orgasm ride into slight overstimulation, something he loved. After
a few trembles, he pulled out and Namjoon dropped your legs, letting them fall
to the bed.
“Shit, that was good.” Yongguk sighed, falling to the bed
beside you and Namjoon who was lightly petting your hair as you calmed down.
After a moment of silence, you spoke.
“So…you don’t love her?”
Yongguk chuckled and Namjoon groaned.
“No baby. I don’t love her. I love you.”
“I love you too.” You giggled, nuzzling his bare tummy.
“Hey, what about me!” Yongguk whined.
“Who invited you?”
it’s shit im sorry but ive been working on it for like a week so here it is.
The first time Neil meets Andrew, there isn’t any intention behind it. Or rather, there’s no intent to go out and meet new people. Neil doesn’t intend to catch someone’s eye and share a joke from across a room. And he definitely doesn’t intend to be rescued from his own drunk self by the same stranger.
Matt seems kind of alarmed to see Neil with a stranger - probably because Neil openly resisted getting to know Matt, the least threatening person in the world, probably, and now he’s in a decidedly angry-looking stranger’s lap on a curb. “Neil, I left you alone for five minutes, how did you make everything go wrong in that time?”
Neil doesn’t groan. He doesn’t. “Bad luck follows me?”
The blonde guy doesn’t laugh. Neil’s not sure he said anything. Neil really doesn’t know why he’s the one to follow Neil out of the bar when the world started spinning.
Matt laughs, a little. “Not entirely unlucky. You’ve made a friend?” Neil’s sure he’s sizing the other guy up, making sure he has no untoward intentions with Neil, but he doesn’t see it. All he sees is cement and surprisingly nice shoes (not his own).
“Andrew,” the guy offers, not unkindly. In fact, there’s not much of anything in his tone.
“Right,” Matt says, sounding somehow unsure. “Well, thanks for helping Neil. He’s kind of a danger magnet. I should, uh, get him back home.” Matt’s voice is hesitant, and even through the fog in Neil’s mind, he knows why.
“It’s Dan’s night,” he protests weakly. “Go back in. I’m fine.”
“Neil,” Matt says, and his voice is as hard as it always gets when Neil lies. “You freak out when I pat your shoulder and you’re in this guy’s lap. Can you even stand up? Don’t- don’t try it, man.”
Neil tries it. The world shakes, and he ends up back in Andrew’s lap, with only the addition of a hand on his back that might be for stability or maybe just for ease. Andrew seems nonplussed by all of these events. Any other time, Neil would be full of questions for Andrew. Any less drunk, and he’d ask them. Maybe it’s good you met this way, some self-preservation instinct suggests, but Neil isn’t sure this state is good for anything.
“Dan won’t mind,” Matt says, and Neil knows he’s right. “It’s part of parenthood, eh?”
So Matt starts to pull Neil up, and wraps an arm securely around his waist despite the height difference.
Neil was never really taught manners, but something sticks out anyway. He looks at Andrew with all the focus he can muster, trying to commit his face to memory, and says, “Thank you,” carefully. Andrew doesn’t respond, or maybe Neil just doesn’t notice, and then he’s gone.
Prompt: Harry wants a shot at a normal life so he attends Northeastern University, but it’s harder than he thinks. The friends he made just want fame, and the other hardly look at him. But then he meets her, Y/N, and she wants nothing to do with the a-list celebrity.
Y/N was never great at opening up to anyone-not even her
family. She had learned to keep to herself, that way no one could leave her, no
one could take a spot in her heart only to rip it away later. All through
middle school and high school she had no friends, no birthday parties, no
graduation party, no sleepovers, no late night drives with anyone. At first she
was upset, and she started to open up in high school, but she quickly stops
when she couldn’t make any friends. It was too late, she was labeled as the
weird one, the only friends she had were on Facebook.
When college first begin she promised herself it would be
different, that she would try to make friends, and she did, she tried. The
first week she found a nice group of people, but as the month went on she found
the group chat dying and none of them ever spoke again. They waved, they smiled
at each other, but none of them responded to her texts, and no one bothered to
ask her to hang out. Her roommate was different, the two never bonded. Jessica
went out with her friends, and when she had friends over none of them ever
spoke to her. Y/N slowly learned that she was invisible, but she wasn’t
invisible to him.
Okay well, at first she was invisible to him. But when Harry
noticed her, he couldn’t stop noticing her. Harry found himself going to the
gym at the same time as her, he would run next to her, telling her about his
day. Y/N would nod, hum every once and a while to let him know she heard him,
but she never really talked back. Harry would ask her questions and she would
answer them but other than that she never really spoke, keeping it short and
simple, and he couldn’t tell if she was still upset with him.
Requests: “I’m actually not into fluff (give me all the smut), but you write some about Tate drawing reader (or the other way around)? I think of him, even though he is popular for his music taste, more as a painter than musician. Love your writings xoxo” - Anon
“Can you do a kinky Tate imagine ;)” - Anon
“Can you do a post-death Tate Langdon smut please? I love your imagines btw! 😊” - Anon
“girl reader smuts pls. idrc who with:)” - Anon
“Hey! Love your blog by the way! Do you think you can do another Tate Langdon smut fic? I would love that 💕💕” - @gabygarcia5
Warnings: SIN, NOT PROOFREAD (at all), SMUT, FEM!READER, not proofread, blowjob, swallowing cum, spanking, dirty talk, rough sex, slight daddy kink, begging kink, unprotected sex (again), sorta OOC Tate, Reader is aware Tate is dead, tbh probably more
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: I’m going to hell. It’s fine, though, because you’re all going to be there with me.
(This gets weird towards the end, I know. I stayed up until like 5am last night to finish this so I could post it today. Don’t judge me. This whole thing is just a mess though tbh. & it’s not proofread like I barely read the damn thing when I wrote it, so let me know about any errors.)
Summary: It’s strange, how Otabek doesn’t mind that his lungs are filled with flowers and each day is more agonizing than the last. After all, loving Yuri Plisetsky is a privilege in and of itself. (belated happy valentine’s day! warning for character death, otayuri, hanahaki au, word count: 6166)
meets Yuri when he is twelve, almost thirteen. He is hunched over, heaving from
the strenuous exercise that Yakov made them do, and he looks up to try again
when he sees him. He must be ten at the oldest, and is without a doubt the best
student in that room. Otabek never pays much attention to the other students,
but this time he looks at this boy, who manages to complete the exercise he’s
been struggling with effortlessly.
the boy’s head turned to look at his direction, and he is captivated.
Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
warnings: Pietro Maximoff
A/N: I went to go see Beauty and the Beast today and omggggggg it was so good. I didn’t think I was gonna like it at first (bc I like the original) but it was amazing. Also I’m sososososo tired so sorry in advance if this update is shit I just wanted to get a part out for you guys (woop woop Pietro bro)
“So what’s your plan?” Pietro asked as the three of us sat and ate our food.
You look over at him. “My plan?”
“Yeah.” he nods. “It’s obvious what you need to do.”
“And that is..?”
Pietro sets his fork down. “You have to make him jealous.”
You nearly choke on your food. “What? Are you crazy?”
“It’s obvious that he wants you, Y/N.” he playfully rolled his eyes.
“No, he wants Nat. They’re together.” you respond.
“So we break them up and bam, you two get together.”
“Piet!” you exclaim as he chuckled.
“Alright, so here’s the plan. You’re going to make him jealous and the guy doesn’t like me. I don’t know why though, I’m a very likable person but anyways, you’re going to make him jealous and what better way to make him jealous than to make him jealous with me.” he smiled. It was true, Bucky didn’t really like Pietro. You never understood why.
“I don’t know, Piet.” you sigh, moving a piece of bacon around on your plate. “What do you think Wanda?”
Pietro scoffed. “Who cares what she thinks? She’s just a kid.”
Wanda glares at her brother. “I’m not a little kid.”
“I’m twelve minutes older than you.” he smirked and she rolled her eyes.
“Yes, I know. How could I forget. You remind me every time we see each other.”
Pietro smiles and touches the tip of her nose. “младшая сестра.”
Wanda rolls her eyes again. You laugh, watching the two annoy each other (mostly Pietro annoying the hell out of Wanda) for the rest of breakfast. After eating, the three of you go back to his apartment and lounge around for a while.
“So how long should I stay? A week?” he spoke up as he laid on your lap.
“A week? You really think you can get them together within a week?” Wanda says. “Bucky’s really oblivious for an old man. Aren’t old people supposed to be wise?”
“I can do it. Trust me. They don’t call me the Love Master for nothing.” Pietro nods and both you and Wanda burst out laughing.
“No one calls you that.” you giggle.
Pietro looks up at you. “You’re a dream killer, you know?”
After spending almost the whole day at Pietro’s, the three of you drive back to the tower. Pietro had packed for a week. Upon entering the building, he drops his bags and inhales.
“Ah, I’ve missed this place.”
You smile. “You can sleep in my room if you want. I have a couch that pulls out into a bed that you can sleep on. Unless Wanda wants you to stay in her room.”
You look over at Wanda and her eyes widen as she shakes her head. “Oh god no I don’t want to be near him this whole week. Good luck with him, he’s torture.”
Pietro rolls his eyes at his sister. “You’re such a drama queen.”
“Says the drama queen.” she responds.
“I’ll have you know-”
“Alright children, that’s enough. Piet, come on, let’s get you settled in.” you step in like a mother. Pietro grabs his bags and sticks his tongue out at Wanda before following you to your room.
You show him the pull out couch, showing him how to do it before leaving to let him settle down. You felt a bit better, knowing Pietro was there. He has always been there for you no matter what and you were glad he was in your life despite how obnoxious he can get.
You enter the kitchen, seeing Steve and Wanda cooking tonight’s dinner. Tony Natasha were talking while Bucky and Sam were bickering back and forth with each other. You exhale loudly and make your way to the pantry in search for the Circus Animal Cookies. Hopefully you can-
“Y/N, what are you doing?” Steve questioned and you back out of the pantry.
You shake your head. “Nothin’.”
He squints his eyes at you. “You were looking for the animal cookies, weren’t you?”
“What? Pfft, no. I was just.. Making sure all the food was still there.”
Steve smirked, knowing you were obviously lying. “Mhm, sure.” he folds his arms over his chest. “Dinner will be ready soon.”
You salute him. “You got it, Steve-O.”
The blonde chuckled and walked back to Wanda to assist her. As you turned to leave, Bucky calls out your name, causing you to turn back around and walk towards him. Be calm and cool, Y/N. Be calm and cool.
“What’s up?” you ask, standing right in front of him.
“How was the little trip?” you knew he didn’t care so why was he asking? Men.
“It was good.” you nod.
Bucky hummed. “What did you guys do?”
“We went out for breakfast and chilled at his apartment afterwards. I was so full, I was in a food coma.” you groan, patting your stomach just thinking about how much you ate earlier. This makes Bucky laugh.
“Well I’m glad you had fun.”
You nod in response.
“How are things with Nat? It was a big step to come out to everyone.” you say, suddenly feelings the stinging sensation in your chest.
“That’s good.” you smiled. You wished for an escape, not wanting to be near Bucky anymore. You don’t even understand how you’ve lasted this long being with him and not breaking down.
“So uh, when are you gonna go see Pietro again? Is this gonna be a regular thing, you going off to see him?” Bucky questioned. He asks the weirdest questions.
“Actually..” you were about to tell him that Pietro was there and would be staying for a week when in waltzes Pietro in all his glory.
“Hey guys!” he exclaimed before walking over to you and Bucky. “Hello, my love.” he wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses your temple.
“Hey Piet.” you murmur.
Pietro looks over at Bucky and smiled. “Bucky, old friend, long time no see.”
Bucky’s features harden and he glares at the blonde. “What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t tell him?” Pietro looks at you.
“I was about to until you came in.”
He looks back at Bucky. “I’m staying for a week. Really missed this cutie.” he cuddles you to him.
“Where are you staying? I don’t think there’s-”
He cuts Bucky off. “With Y/N.”
Bucky shuts his mouth and goes right back to glaring at Pietro. He seriously doesn’t like him.
“Can we watch High School Musical tonight? My singing voice has gotten better.” Pietro says as he guides you away from Bucky. The brunette watches as the two of you sit on the couch and he can’t help but feel angry.
A/N: It’s short I knooowwwww I’m sorry. Tell me what ya think anyways.