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In which Bakugou is me

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Imagine Draco being jealous of Blaise being flirtatious towards you.

Requested by @cabinetxbattles - Could you do a Draco x Reader where Draco is jealous that Blaise is flirting with the reader and he decides to show y/n that he is better? Super fluffy and kisses please 

A/N: hope you like it, love. Also, I found inspiration on a post on facebook… I know. I don’t really know how to tag it in without tagging in my friend so this part was pointless really, yet i’m still going.

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Draco stared watching the scene in front of him. Blaise stood whilst trapping Y/N between himself and the wall and their friends who were surrounding them as they were waiting for Draco to come out of class. It was only when Blaise made Y/N laugh at one of his jokes or attempts at flirting that Draco started to glare, he was in a bad mood now… all thanks to Blaise.

Draco walked up to them and grabbed Y/N’s hand in his as he walked ahead of his friends, not really in the mood to entertain them.  

Y/N: Babe, what’s wrong?

Draco: Nothing.

Y/N knew not to push any further and decided to drop the subject and began following Draco to the Great Hall for lunch.  

Some time had passed and Draco had calmed down slightly, enough to enjoy a joke or two from Y/N. His mood soon became sour again when Blaise joined in with the odd flirtatious comment and innuendo at Y/N’s expense.  Draco’s fists clenched harder and harder as he tried to keep his composure in front of his people and the school, knowing his father would be mad if he caused a scene.  

After the final class Draco had cooled down completely. As the class walked out of the dreary potions class room Y/N, who had been waiting outside with his friends that weren’t in the class, jumped at Draco as he turned the corner to head to the Slytherin common room. Immediately Draco’s day brightened as bright as his smile was that he only ever held for Y/N.  

His smile towards Y/N turned into his signature smirk as his friends walked around the corner and came into view. Y/N stood close to Draco whilst they talked.

Y/N: so, how was potions?

Draco: It was as entertaining as it always is.  

Draco said sounding completely indifferent, causing Y/N to laugh at his words. Draco almost joined in but when Blaise came into view Draco’s mood had a slightly sour edge. The group all hung around outside the potions classroom, to much into their conversation and banter to take any bother in moving.  
As the conversation changed so did Draco’s mood, once again. Draco found that Blaise had placed himself next to Y/N so that Y/N stood in between Blaise and Draco. Draco watched with the corner of his eye as Blaise moved closer to Y/N to the point where they are almost touching.  It wasn’t until Y/N had laughed at something Blaise had said that Draco finally snapped. It wasn’t that Y/N laughed nor what Blaise had said, but the Blaise’s reaction from Y/N’s laughter. Blaise looked as though he was undressing Y/N with his eyes, Draco made eye contact with Blaise for just a second and it was the fact that Blaise knew that Draco had seen when he had done and Blaise wasn’t even apologetic. That is what made Draco snap.  

Draco wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist and pulled them closer to him whilst glaring at Blaise. Y/N turned to look at Draco they only saw so much before Draco leant in and attacked Y/N with kisses. Y/N, liking the attention Draco was giving them, kissed back both completely ignoring Blaise’s cough as he tried to interrupt the couple. Draco pulled back for a moment before glancing at Blaise with a smirk on his face, an expression that didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N.  

Draco: *to Y/N* Do you want to go to the common room?

Y/N simply nodded and let Draco take them by the hand as they walked away.  

Once the couple reached the common room and had sat down together on the leather couches.  

Y/N: was somebody jealous?  

Y/N teasingly asked.  Draco simply shook his head causing Y/N to scoff.  

Y/N: oh please, don’t think I didn’t see the look you gave Blaise after you snogged me in front off all our friends. *Draco chuckles*

Draco: what did you expect me to do, He had been flirting with you all day. And just then he was undressing you with eyes. *He said causing Y/N to chuckle*

Y/N: So you do admit you were jealous?

Draco: I wasn’t jealous, Jealousy is wanting something that isn’t yours… I was protecting what’s already mine.

Draco spoke with a devilish smirk causing Y/N to blush. It was like a switch had flipped and the couple couldn’t keep their hands of each other as Draco pulled Y/N in for another kiss.  

[A/N: I really hoped you like it, had trouble writing it so let me know what you think, that would be great xx]

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Payback (M)

Jimin x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, light choking, daddy kink, kinda public??, idk man it’s just filth

Word Count: 3,125

Summary:  Park fucking Jimin was sin incarnate, and he knew it too. You have had it with his extra ass on stage, he was always taking some article of clothing off and you were at your wits end. This means war.

A/N: This is my fic, I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.

Your jaw was on the floor after watching BTS’ new comeback stage. As if the low cut shirts, lip bites, sexual lyrics, and all around rudeness wasn’t enough, Jimin decided he needed to up the ante and undress on stage looking like sin itself. Fucker. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you decided he needed to be punished.

Dressing in all his favourites; your shorts, oversized sweater and thigh high socks that always got to him, you headed to the boys’ dorm for a movie night after making sure your coat covered everything. You arrived at the dorm quicker than anticipated, and after being let in by Hoseok and attacked by the boys with hugs, you learned that Jimin was still in the shower. Settling down on the couch you took your jacket off and got comfortable with a bowl of popcorn when you felt several pairs of eyes on you. Looking up, you saw the boys eying your outfit and you smiled to yourself, your plan already working. Jimin walked out of the shower with his hair still damp, wearing sweats and a loose t shirt. He looked around the room and noticed that all eyes were on you, a smile spreading on his face as he met your eyes, then he saw why they were staring and his face hardened.

Strike one.

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pastelgothiclesbian  asked:

Okay, so can you make a fic where dan is tied town and Phil has a vibrating wand on his cock and dan screaming and writhing around and he finally cums. BUT Phil does not let up and keeps the vibrator and the head of god cock until he is crying from the overstimulation.


Okay so gUYS I went to the potato bowl it was fuckin lit ++ dirty anons are back on @subbydan-answers for all you sinners ++ I’m doing OCs on my writing tumblr @somanydestiel

Tags: Overstim, Bondage, Edging, dom!Phil, top!Phil, Degradation, Daddy Kink, very rough rough rough play, cumplay if you squint really hard, Aftercare

- Looking back, Dan really shouldn’t have teased Phil and then gone off to touch himself without permission, because he’s now tied tightly to his bed, Phil staring at him with that smirk and his hands behind his back. “Do you know why I’m punishing you, slut?” He asks as he crosses the room and climbs onto the bed above Dan.

- “Yes, Daddy-” Dan’s voice is cut off when Phil slaps him across the face- not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to sting.

- “Naughty whores like you don’t get Daddies.”

- “Yessir, sorry sir,” Dan amends, eyes shut and trying not to focus on his hard on. Knowing Phil, he won’t be cumming for a while yet. Phil kisses Dan softly on the lips before moving to his neck, biting and sucking dark marks into the skin there. It makes Dan wiggle and his eyes glaze over, because his neck has always been pretty sensitive.

- Phil sits back on his haunches, admiring the mess he’s already made of Dan, and then reveals what’s behind his back- a hitachi wand. Just the sight of it makes Dan’s cock twitch because he loves it, loves how good it feels, how quickly it can make him cum. Tonight is going to be hard. “I’m going to edge you once for every hour your slutty little ass teased me today.”

-Nine. Phil is going to edge him nine times. Dan bites his lip when Phil turns on the wand, hips lifting off the bed just at the sound. He whines in the back of his throat when it does touch him, vibrating up and down his length, Phil moving it slowly with a dangerous look on his face. “Feel good?” Dan makes an affirmative humming sound, looking at Phil pleadingly. Already, he’s wrecked, needy, and close. Riling Phil up takes a toll on him too. Right as Dan’s about to come, the ask for permission on the tip of his tongue, Phil pulls the wand away, running it up and down Dan’s ribs instead, brushing it over his nipples once or twice as Dan calms down slightly. “One. Beg me to touch you again, bitch.”

- “Sir, please, please touch me. Please punish me an’ make me yours sir. ‘M sorry I was bad, just please touch me.” For a long moment, Phil keeps mindlessly moving the wand, dragging it over Dan’s inner thighs. Then, out of nowhere, it’s pressed against Dan’s taint and balls, just enough pressure that Dan squirms. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moves it up to the sensitive head of Dan’s cock, holding it there.

- “You’ve had worse,” Phil says with mild disinterest when Dan whimpers. “Be lucky I’m even bothering to touch a disgusting slut like you.” This time, Dan very nearly comes, but it’s taken away from him as the first spurt starts to dribble out of his cock. While Dan ‘cools down,’ if you can even call it that, Phil collects the cum with his fingers and presses them to Dan’s lips to clean. “Don’t get my toy dirty,” he chastises. Just like that, it’s back, and Dan nearly sobs with desperation. The amount of time is even shorter this time, and continues on in much the same pattern until Dan’s been edged eight times.

- Setting down the wand, Phil crawls on top of Dan and balances with his jean-covered thigh pressed between Dan’s legs, one hand balancing himself to the left of Dan’s head, and his right around Dan’s throat, pressing down so that Dan’s breathing gets shallow and his cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. “Rut against my thigh like the pathetic piece of shit you are,” he growls. That’s all Dan needed, and his hips rapidly drive his little cock forward for the painful friction and it feels so fucking good to be beneath Phil like this, surrounded by his scent, tears in the corners of his eyes. Precum smears onto the denim and Dan is about to come, a moan caught in his throat when Phil jumps off of him. No more weight against Dan’s body, no more hand on his throat, no more leg for him to get off on.

- “Sir, I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please let me cum, please! Please, sir, I’ll do anything, please! I’m sorry I won’t be bad ever again I’ll do anything sir please!”

- Instead of answering, he picks back up the vibrator and presses it to the head of Dan’s cock again. “You can cum,” Phil says casually, but what makes Dan hit his high is the way Phil reaches into his pants to start stroking himself, eyes never leaving Dan’s shaking form. But once Dan cums, Phil doesn’t move the vibrator, despite Dan’s protests and attempts to shift his hips away from it. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Phil mocks. “Thought the fucking whore wanted to cum.”

- “I did, I did, thank you so much Master but ‘s too much, stop, too much, no more,” Dan pleads, barely intelligible.

- Phil, the little shit, purposely misinterprets. “What’s that? You want me to make you cum over and over and then fuck you? Beg me.” No, that’s not what Dan wants, but he’s so far into subspace that he immediately starts begging, even though Phil’s already made up his mind. “You have permission to cum as much as you like.” He undresses then reaches for the lube, coats his fingers, and pushes two in at once. Dan’s used to it, and Phil knows how much Dan loves the burn of the sudden stretch. He seeks out Dan’s prostate quickly, and attacks it with his fingers, managing to get Dan to cum three more times (The last two dry) before he’s ready to fuck him, the wand still mercilessly against the head of Dan’s cock. He moves it when he pushes into Dan, and instead uses the hand to choke Dan again.

-”Sir, sir, Daddy, no, please, Daddy, Daddy, Phil too much, no!” Dan all but screams, sobbing, but Phil doesn’t- if Dan really wanted him to stop, he’d safeword. The fifth time Dan cums, he passes out. Phil. Doesn’t. Stop. He keeps fucking, and as he gets close, he takes Dan’s soft cock in his hand and jerks him off in time with it until Dan hits one last high, without even getting hard, moaning in his sleep and arching his back. Phil pulls out and looks at Dan, almost amazed. The boy’s neck is lined with hickeys and fingerprints, his cock and hole red and abused, come dripping out of him and drying on his chest. 

-While Dan’s still out, Phil starts a bath, brings in the wand and some water, and gently wipes the cum off of Dan with a damp warm washcloth. “Dan, sweetheart,” he whispers, shaking Dan’s shoulder. “Wake up, baby. Let Daddy take care of you.” Dan’s eyes blink open, unfocused, and his swollen lips are slightly parted. “Deep breath for me, Dan. Look at me.” It takes a minute, but Dan eventually does. “There you are. You did such a good job for me, baby. My beautiful little boy, doing so well for his Daddy.”

- “’M not pathetic?” Dan asks blearily.

- “Of course not, I love you so much, Dan. Can I pick you up and carry you to the bath?” Dan nods and winds his arms around Phil’s neck, allowing himself to be bridal carried to the bathroom. “What bath bomb, baby?” Dan looks over the basket of them and points to a dark midnight one with gold sparkles in it, marketed as being a lavender scent. Of course he picks the darkest one in there- even as out of it as he is, Dan has standards. Phil sets Dan on the toilet seat and drops in the bomb, waiting for it to fizzle all the way before lifting Dan up again and setting him in the hot water. While Dan relaxes, Phil wipes down the wand, brushes his teeth, and puts on his glasses in lieu of his contacts, occasionally glancing at Dan in the mirror to make sure he’s alright.

- As soon as he’s done, Phil whispers “lean forward” and climbs into the bath behind Dan, so that the younger is between his legs and leaning back against his chest. “Open your mouth.” Dan does, and Phil uncaps the water bottle to hold it to Dan’s lips, slowly getting him to drink the whole bottle. When it’s done and the bath is getting cold, Phil unplugs the drain and gets the warm water running again while he washes Dan’s hair. As he moves on to wash Dan’s body, he accidentally brushes Dan’s sensitive cock, earning the softest mewl of protest Phil’s ever heard, which makes his heart absolutely melt. “Don’t worry, we’re all done. After the bath, let’s go to bed, beautiful.”

- He carefully dries Dan off with a fluffy towel, and carries him back to Phil’s room. Dan’s room is where they scene, and then they sleep in Phil’s clean bed. “I know, I’ll be right back,” Phil says as he puts Dan down, since the boy made a soft sound of dissent. He pulls on a pair of boxers and grabs some clothes for Dan. “Arms up.” The green uni hoodie comes over Dan’s head. “Up for me real quick, baby.” Dan stands up long enough for a pair of boxers and soft pajama pants to be pulled onto him. “There you go. I love you so much, Dan. You did such a good job for me and I’m so proud of you,” Phil assures, kneeling and putting one hand on Dan’s face, thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. “My good little boy.”

- Dan throws his arms around Phil’s neck and cries, while Phil just holds him until it’s out of his system. “My good boy, Dan. You’re so amazing, I love you, you’re my perfect baby.” At that point, Dan pulls away and lets Phil kiss his forehead, then lies back on the bed with a slight shiver. Phil pulls the duvet back and gets both of them under it, then throws an arm over Dan’s waist, holding him close while they fall asleep.

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anonymous asked:

Could you please write something about taking a bath with BTS? Ty!💐💗

Aww, that is a cute idea. Thank you for requesting!

Jin: Okay he might be the one to suggest it in the first place. After cooking you a nice meal he’d bring you to the bathroom, where you’d see some candles and a bathtub full of hot water and pink bubbles. He’d have you sit between his legs, but facing him, while he’d gently wipe your arms with a washcloth and make it as relaxing as possible.

Originally posted by littlecandyqueen

Yoongi: He probably would think you’re joking. He loves you, of course, but he’s insecure and would rather take a nap with you. After he watches you preparing everything he would feel bad to say no so he joins you and you would sit face to face in the bathtub. He’d interlace your fingers and tell you how much you mean to him.

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

Hoseok: He’d agree immediately, most probably preparing everything with you and help you undress just like you helped him. You both would be in the bath, you sitting between his legs with your back leaning on his chest. He’d tell you about his day and he would want to know everything about yours.

Originally posted by j-cypher

Namjoon: He’d read books where couples took baths together and see movies with those scenes, so it definitely was on his list of things he wanted to do with you and once you brought it up he’d agree straight away. He’d want to help you set up everything but he’d be afraid of accidentally breaking something. After you were finished he’d get in the bathtub with you and started talking about something he recently read and you’d listen to everything he says with a smile on your face.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jimin: He would love the idea but he’d blush and be a bit shy about it nonetheless. He’d probably prepare everything without you and surprise you like the cutie he is. He’d have some sweets like chocolate ready and would play some music in the background. He’d make you sit between his legs and would hold you softly, putting his head on your shoulder and listen to anything you’d tell him.

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Taehyung: Right after you suggested a bath together he’d disappear into the bathroom and turn on the hot water, not even giving you time to take in his following actions. He’d smile brightly and might even let some dirty comments slip. But after you (jokingly) smack his arm he’d be all cute and mushy again.

Originally posted by kimtaehyung11

Jungkook: He would be very shy at first. When the topic about taking a bath together would come up he’d be blushing and wouldn’t take it seriously but once you actually prepared a bath he was caught off guard. He was still shy once you both got into the bathtub but with some jokes, his awkward feeling subsided and he enjoyed the relaxing time with you. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi hi. I have a request for you: I'm a fan of the kind of affection that can be really sexy but still genuinely sweet because it's intimate if that makes sense. ^.^" Things like undressing the s/o and kissing their back. So for our dear chocobros, have you any SFW fluffy headcanons or scenarios for how they would shower their s/o like that? Thank you!

OMG YES! YES I DO! :D *ASDFGHJKLHGFCHJKK* Excitement to fill this request is real!!! So this is the fluff that was promised before I started working on Leonheart Pt. 2 LOL! Hopefully I managed to deliver the fluffy feels! These are my PERSONAL headcanons because I like to go against the grain LMAO!

Tagging some pals: @itshaejinju, @blindbae, @airlea-sicarius, @nifwrites, @lady-asuka and @the-lucian-archives

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Noctis: Noctis is a tiny bit of an awkward turtle, and usually shies away from intimacy. So early on in your relationship (let’s say, the first two or three months), you get nothing but fumbled, sweaty palmed hand holding and some rare chaste kisses to the cheek when you’re in private with the prince. But then, as the two of you grow more familiar and closer to one another, you notice that Noctis has a strange fixation with your wrists. He’s always gently rubbing at the insides of your wrists with the pad of his thumb, and it seems like it’s just become a mindless habit- you don’t really pay it much heed. But then, a few months later, around the time the two of you finally ramped up enough courage to make-out a little, you realised that Noctis was a little too pre-occupied with your wrists. He’d bring them to his lips and press gentle kisses against the soft skin there, and would gaze into your eyes with midnight blue orbs as he did so. Every time he did that, you’d shiver with a strange feeling that made you feel like you were the only woman in the world. As Noctis grew bolder, he would begin to nip and lick at your wrists in a playful manner, grinning up at you cheekily. Unable to deny him his tiny indulgence, you allowed Noctis to be his dorky self and express his love for you through his infatuation with your wrists.

Prompto: Prompto has always had a bit of an obsession with your thighs. Like, that’s all well and good- but he likes to tell EVERYONE about them. He likes how soft they feel under his head, and he likes the scent of your skin as well. Prompto prefers it when you’re not really wearing anything that covers your thighs before he rests his head on top of them. He likes to nuzzle the bare skin and press soft, lingering kisses on the tops of your thighs before tilting his head up abruptly and shooting you an angelic smile. At first, you thought it was really weird- especially when Prompto would try to pull your skirts up in public to gain access to your bare thighs to rest on- but then, as time passed by and you got used to his preference for your thighs, you merely let out a soft sigh and accepted his obsession. To be honest, you were quite flattered- your boyfriend must have really loved your soft, not at all muscular thighs. And so, whenever Prompto nuzzled into your sensitive skin on the tops of your thighs, you merely raked your fingers gently through his soft, blond locks and revelled in the way he shut his eyes in bliss and murmured words of absolute devotion up to you in a soft voice.

Gladio: This man is an overall handsy guy, so when he holds you in public, you know he’s going to eventually get carried away and grab you somewhere inappropriate. The little squeals you make when he grabs your ass in public seriously amuses him to no end. But when the two of you are alone, behind closed doors, Gladio’s touches become more curious… and paradoxically more innocent than usual. Gladio likes to cup your face in his large, warm hands and pepper kisses all over your face. He especially loves to kiss the tip of your nose, because you always screw up your face like you’re going to sneeze. He thinks you’re really cute when you do that. He also likes to press soft kisses against you collar bones and on the back of your neck and shoulders as he helps you undress after a long day at work. With the uncontrollable and rather lustful way he acts out in public with you, no one believes you when you tell them Gladio loves to just sit back in bed and cuddle you with one strong arm while he holds up the book he’s reading with the other hand. Gladio is somewhat strange in his approach to romance in that way, but you love him for it.

Ignis: This man is the exact OPPOSITE of Gladio. He absolutely refrains from any type of public display of affection with you. He very reluctantly holds your hand on special occasions, although smiles and light-hearted jokes are always plentiful. When your friends spot the two of you out on a date in public, they usually send you incredulous texts asking you whether you and Ignis are actually dating. These texts don’t really bother you though, because Ignis’ displays of affection come out in FULL FORCE behind closed doors. Ignis loves the way your bare skin feels against his own, so the moment the two of you step into your apartment, Ignis’ hands are already gently easing your day’s clothes off your body. It’s like a ritual, where the two of you undress until you are clad in only you underwear, before you both settle onto the couch and press close to one another. Ignis likes to idly stroke the tops of your covered breasts as you both sit and watch television before showering and getting ready for bed- you’re not even sure he knows he’s doing it! But it doesn’t feel like provocation of any sort- it feels comfortable and familiar. When the two of you are ready for bed, Ignis likes to press long, lingering kisses against your lips, wishing you goodnight in a breathless hushed tone before bringing you close to his chest and holding your ear against his beating heart, lulling you into a satisfying sleep- a smile permanently fixed on your lips.

anonymous asked:

would u write a little bob/alicia thing based on those types of stories you hear where the husband gets really drunk and whenever someone hits on him or his friends try to get him undressed for bed he's like "NO i have a wife stop it"

Bob is drunk. 

Sloppy and loud and flanked on either side by Paulie and Carey as they try and guide him down the hallway to his hotel room. 

Alicia walks a few steps behind them, a little tipsy but but holding her own, and carrying one of Bob’s shoes and his tie draped loosely around her neck. 

They had been out celebrating the win and Bob’s third hat trick of the season. The fifteenth of his career. 

He might have gone a little overboard but they don’t have a game for another three days so he has time to sleep it off. 

“We had them completely turned around,” he slurred, mixing French and English together in the short sentence. “They didn’t know what was going on. Did you see that last goal?”

“Everyone saw your last goal, Bob. They showed it hundreds of times.”

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in the manga the writing was only scribbles, but in the OVA it’s all real words. real small words that i can only take an educated guess at

I have been thinking seriously about this, but even as a real god, there are times when you get distracted, and these gaps in your attention are a constant worry. For example, after bathing, when you pass through a room where shinki are present and cross in front of the TV while undressed, like the other day. Certainly this attitude may be preferable to [being overly formal?], but it would be nice if you would give a little more consideration to [??]. Additionally, while I’m not necessarily complaining about your divine garb, I have concerns about always wearing clothes that expose your shoulders and chest like that. As such, if there happened to be some other god who addressed you rudely because of it, while it is certainly that person who is at fault, I still feel that it would be better for you to put on even just one more layer. Furthermore, I already mentioned this, but [something about being too kind and unable to abandon spirits and naming too many shinki being worrisome]On the other hand, there is the matter of your scant familiarity with your various shinki, which perhaps I should not dare to mention here, but I cite as a matter of concern as it might possibly reduce your burden. Though I do feel that [it] is always excessive, because there are reasons for being a [?] god it cannot be completely denied; but again, as a shinki, it is always a point of concern.

I forgot to add, the other day while [?], Kuraha noticed [?]. Although I would not want you to stay armed all the time, it may be prudent to be a little more careful.

As a person who bears the wishes and pain of many, it may seem impossible, but I hope there will come a day when you can rest without being bound to anyone.

One more thing. All of us shinki are willing to do all we can to increase your popularity and make you the center of the Seven. I think that appeal is in the