wake up an smell the coffee

Aesthetics for the Houses

Gryffindor: Sucking on sugar cubes, giggling behind your hand, long car rides with friends, opening windows to let in fresh air, running barefoot through grass, burning your tongue on food that was too hot, the view from tall buildings, the sun warming your skin, doorbells, summer camp, fierce eyeliner and bold lipstick, deep v-necks accessorized with a flirty smile, rough hands and soft hearts, brightly colored cocktails, laughing too hard at a dumb joke, crumpling up paper and throwing it into a trashcan across the room, card games, letting your hair down, opening doors, and skinny dipping.

Ravenclaw: Waking up late on a rainy day, warm coffee on a cold morning, scrunched eyebrows, color-coding everything, bags under your eyes, passing notes to your friends, long fingernails, jumping in puddles, charm bracelets, comfortable silences, orchestras, velvet ribbons, french braids, dark eyelashes, chewing ice cubes, train rides, staring out the window, curling up with a pet, being alone in the forest, the smell of the earth after it rains, staying up late to watch the stars, rearranging your room, biting your tongue, painting your toes different shades, cold glasses, chokers, watching a play, musical compositions, roman numerals, doodling on your hand, and mirrors.

Hufflepuff: Skirts that flow behind you, eyes that sparkle in the light, tea, picking flowers for your mom, laughing so hard you can’t catch your breath, denim shorts and crop tops, forts made out of sheets, pixie cuts, scrunching up your nose, rosy cheeks, freckles across your nose, bohemian tapestries on walls, dancing around the room with friends, apartments with brick walls in the city, sleeping by huge windows, drinking alcohol on rooftops, shirts rolled to the elbows, cute buns, birds sitting on telephone wires, fogged up glass, strumming a guitar, smiling so much that your cheekbones ache, climbing tall trees, contagious laughter, Polaroid pictures, and mosaics with colored glass.

Slytherin: Raising one eyebrow, martinis, marble statues, soft fur blankets on leather couches, tapping your fingernails against a hard surface, perfectly winged eyeliner, sly smirks, champagne flutes, pencil skirts, footprints in fresh snow, tree houses, wandering around the city at night, quotes that describe you perfectly, black and white photography, french perfume, black silk, lingerie, combing wet hair, proving people wrong, shopping with your best friends, mint leaves, keeping a diary, silver rings, staying up all night, black coffee, hand mirrors, little black dresses, pine trees, vanilla scented candles, mascara, stone walls, leather jackets and red lipstick, wine corks, and photo albums.

MORNING AFTER WITH BTS || Friends version

waking up next to your best friend after a drunk one night stand can’t be good… right?

Seokjin:

★you and jin had shared a bed many times

★so waking up next to you wasn’t something that bothered him

★he was used to waking up with a dead arm because you were laid on it

★what did bother him was that the two of you were naked

★he’d scrunch up his face trying to piece the small bits of memory he had together

★the panic would rise slightly as he tried to remember if he was protected

★that would soon be quashed when he saw the foil wrapper on the bedside drawers

★he’d then begin to panic over what would happen when you woke up

★would you leave and never talk to him again?

★over something the two of you couldn’t even remember?

★he decided to just treat it like any other time you two wake up together

★he carefully moved you from his arm and onto a pillow

★pulled on a pair of pyjamas

★and went to cook breakfast for the two of you

★when you finally woke and went to find him in the kitchen he’d offer you a small smile

★’you’re making omelette?’

★’it’s your favourite’

★’no egg pun with that?’

★’my egg puns aren’t craking today’

★’oh thank god. i thought you were going to be off with me’

★’why would i do that?’

★’you might see me different after last night’

★’i do see you different’

★’oh’

★’i see you as a god/goddess. now sit down and have your breakfast’

★the two of you ate while talking about the last thing you remember from last night

★'it isn’t as bad as they make it look in movies. we haven’t screamed at eachother, nor do we regret it’

★’you don’t regret it?’

★’i got to sleep with the most handsome man in the world, what’s to regret?’

★’you’re such an idiot’



Yoongi:

★more like afternoon after 

★you woke before him

★and decided it would be best to let the poor guy try get as much sleep as possible

★when you move to get off the bed to dress and leave, he’ll groan as his sleep was disturbed

★he’d watch you pull on your clothes then clear his throat

★’so that’s it? you’re not even going to tell me how i was?’

★’how do you not know how you were?’

★’i was drunk’

★’so was i’

★’well we’re just gonna have to do it again’

★when you threw a piece of clothing at him he’d laugh and sit up

★’you want to go get breakfast?’

★’it’s two in the afternoon’ 

★’we’re breaking the fast, Y/N. therefore it’s breakfast’

★’here’s me thinking i would have breakfast made for me’

★’i’m just as disgusted about last night i deserve compensation in the form of food also’

★when you frowned at his words, he’ll reach to pull you back onto the bed

★’it’s called a joke, love’

★he’d wrap the covers around you along with his arms

★he’d nuzzle his face into you

★and his hands would come to rest on your stomach under your shirt

★’i was serious about the doing it again thing. i’d like to do it again many times’ 

★’is that your way of asking me to be your friend with benefits?”

★’no, that was my way of asking if you’d be my girlfriend/boyfriend’

★’will i get breakfast in bed?’

★’no’

★’then it’s a no from me’

★’you little shit’

★you’d both stay laid in bed until your stomach growled

★he’d order food from his phone

★’i could cook’

★’it would require you getting out of bed’

★’we can’t stay in bed forever’

★’not with that attitude you can’t’

★he really loves to play with your hands???

★he’ll trace shapes, lyrics, his shopping list

★when it’s time for you to leave, he’ll kinda just stretch out on the bed 

★and pout

★’take me up on my offer of going out with me’

★’why should i?’

★’because i never want to wake up without you again’


Hoseok:

★softest gentleman to ever live

★when he got out of bed, he’d wrap the covers over you so none of you was exposed

★he’d go and start breakfast and make you both coffee

★when he returned to the room to see you waking up he’d turn to mush

★’breakfast is cooking. do you want to join me for a quick shower?’  

★’that would be lovely’

★’i’ve only got shower gel for me, so you’ll have to smell like me for a while’

★he’d help you out of bed and walk you to the bathroom  

★when under the water, he’ll massage your shoulders and back 

★’i could get used to this’ 

★he’d laugh and pull you back to him 

★’do you want to get used to it?’

★he’d sway with you in his arms

★’we should go eat’

★helps you get dried 

★let’s you wear something from his wardrobe

★gushes over it

★is a big ball of mush for you

★sits you on the sofa and spoon feeds you breakfast



Namjoon:

★he’d warm with joy when he wakes up to see your naked form curled into him

★though his smile would quickly fade when he saw the bruises that decorated your skin

★his fingers would run over one slowly

★you’d give a groan in response and he’d move away quickly

★’why did you stop?’ 

★you moved to look up at him

★a frown of your own on your face when you saw his expression

★’do you want me to leave?’

★’no! no, it’s just that I made a mess of you’

★you’d look down to your chest and giggle at the purple spots you now adorned

★’it’s not funny! you should’ve stopped me!’

★’why? it obviously felt good’

★’it looks painful’

★’i think it looks pretty. a souvenir, if you will’

★his mood would lift back up at your laughing 

★he’d move to hover over you and kiss all over the marks  

★he’d help you get dressed 

★would try his best to brush you hair

★but ends up getting the brush stuck

★so he gives up and lets you take over

★this poor pup can’t cook for his life so out to mcdonalds you go

★he’d wrap his arm around you while you walked 

everything happens for a reason, you know’

★‘yeah, it was always destined for you to take me to mcdonalds for lunch’



Jimin:

★jimin took good care of you as your friend

★but after you’d been intimate hot damn be prepared to be treated like royalty

★you’d wake up on your own

★but a few seconds after you’d see him walk through the door with a tray in his hands

★’you’re not leaving until I’ve fed you’

★’who said i was planning on leaving?”

★you’d both giggle alot

★after eating breakfast together in bed, you’d flop next to him and sigh

★’tell me how much you liked it~’ 

★’it was alright’

★’alright? alright wouldn’t have made you moan like that’

★’how do you remember that?’

★’you don’t forget the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard’

★’shut up’ 

★he’d lay over you to stop you from getting up

★’are we still friends?’

★'you wanna be friends after i had you a quivering mess beneath me? i don’t think so. we’re walking away at least friends with benefits. but me being your boyfriend would be ideal’

★soft bub would turn red when you agreed to the whole dating thing

★he’d move to pin your arms on the bed and straddle your stomach

★’tell me you love me’

★’i don’t’

★’then why’d you say yes?’

★’you got a nice butt’

★would attack you with kisses



Taehyung:

★if you think you could sneak out of bed think again

★he’d have his limbs wrapped around you so tight while you slept

★so when you woke up, you’d try to shimmy out of his grip

★but gave up shortly after 

★so you just laid and waiting for him to wake up

★and when he did you’d be smothered in kisses

★he’d be so happy that you’re still here

★’you didn’t leave?”

★’how could i leave when you’ve got me in a death grip?’

★’oh, sorry’

★he’d free you from the cage his limbs made 

★so you can finally stretch

★upon stretching you finally feel the numbness in your lower half

★b/c my boy goes h a r d 

★when he hears you wince, he frowns and pulls you close to him

★probably says ‘sorry’ 2343223 times

★will run a bath for you to ease some of the throbbing

★but ends up joining you 

★hums while washing your hair

★when you’re dried and dressed he’ll cook for you

★and by cook i mean make toast for you

★he’d sit opposite you, watching you eat

★’is there something on my face?’

★’you’re glowing’

★he’d giggle as your cheeks turned red

★’you look very pretty in the morning’

★’you’re very greasy in the morning’

★he wouldn’t let you out of his sight

★for some reason he thinks you’re ten times more fragile after sex

if another member comes near you he’ll wrap you close to him


Jungkook:

★one huge misunderstanding

★you’d had to leave for whatever reason

★so when he woke up to find your side empty he frown

★and kinda just lay there

★trying to remember as much from last night as possible

★he thought you regretted it because you left

★so he wouldn’t text you

★he didn’t want to feel uncomfortable

★and you thought he didn’t text you beause he was ashamed 

★the two of you would just mope around

★the other members would be upset by the shift of mood

★they’d plan to lock you in a room until you sorted things out and things could go back to normal 

★’so’

★’so’

★’you alright?’

★’missed you a bit, but i’m good’

★’you missed me?’

★’yeah, not having you to talk to is awful’

★’i thought you were ashamed’

★’and i thought you were embarrased’

★’we didn’t speak for two weeks because of a misunderstanding?’ 

★’well when we’re done here you’re coming to the dorms and staying until further notice. I have two weeks to catch up on’ 

there’s a whole world out there you haven’t seen yet; cute coffee shops you havent been at and aesthetic buildings you have never even heard about. dogs to pet along the way while you’re exploring your favorite foreign city. you still have to go through days of stargazing with the love of your life and waking up next to them.
- the struggles you’re going through are not worth throwing all these things away. stay alive to see what the future brings you. stay alive. even if it is just for the fact that you cant imagine never smelling flowers again. whatever happens, its not time yet to become one with the sky.

Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.

Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.

11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.

“What did you think of the film?”

“Nice; very enjoyable.”

“Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”

“No. Really?”

“Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”

“Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”

“Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”

“I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”

“Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.

“What’s that look for?”

“It’s for you. ”

“Yes, but why?”

“Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”

1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.

“So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”

“Correct.”

“Alright, well, now I know.”

“You know what?”

“That we’re breaking up.”

They laugh.

2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.

John: “Long car journeys”

Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”

“You hate coffee.”

“I hate the taste of coffee.”

“You are a complex being.”

“Thank you.”

They laugh some more.

John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”

“Me too.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“They’re lovely.”

“Why’s that?”

Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.

“Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”

“Do I? When it’s raining?”

“Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”

John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.

“Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”

Sherlock snorts.

4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.

“We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”

“Truly.”

“Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”

“I would agree to that in an instant.”

“Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”

“Fantastic idea!”

“I do get them on occasion.”

More laughter.

5 AM:

John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.

“It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”

“Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”

Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.

"Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”

"I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”

And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.

6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.

"Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”

"Precisely.”

"How did you figure that one out?”

"It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”

"No fuckin way!”

"Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”

Hysterical laughter.

"I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”

That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”

"Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”

"Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”

"Really?”

"Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-

"So, that is to say, you were-”

"Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”

"I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”

"Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”

"Satisfied?”

"More than.”

"Sated?”

"Never.”

7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.

Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.

Sherlock gets absolutely no work done.
What the Signs remind me of (oddly specific)

Aries: The neon red that lights up a sex store sign. It is an oddly but warm light that keeps you safe.

Taurus: The tickling caress of silk sheets on your thigh.

Gemini: TV statics. The only sound in the house while a storm is bursting outside.

Cancer: The bit of light that beams through the blinds and wakes you up in the morning.

Leo: Bold fur carpets like a hot pink or thrashing purple. The ones you post on instagram with your new purchase of stilettos.

Virgo: The smell of coffee in Starbucks. Somehow it puts you in a good mood.

Libra: A China Set in some glass cabinet. It is your prized possession. 

Scorpio: The silence of yourself in a bath as you watch the water fill in your palm.

Sagittarius: The faint sound of a car speeding outside your window.

Capricorn: The dripping of a sink. It keeps you up all night. 

Aquarius: A lava lamp that is the only light provided in the room. It makes you feel so fucking cool.

Pisces: The beach after sunset. A dreary sky, almost indigo. The waters turn to a slight navy blue. .

Just bro things

Telling your bro you love him because you are dying and you need to say it

I love you, bro.

When you are ready to die so your bro doesn’t die alone and because without him nothing matters anymore.

I could go with you, bro.

Not wanting your bro to change, because you have realised how wonderful he is and how much you care about him.

Don’t ever change, bro.

keeping your bro clothes to have something to remember him after he leaves.

It smelled like you, bro.

Calling your bro sunshine because he is the light of your life.

Morning sunshine, some coffee?

Suffering at the lost of your bro and screaming his name to wake him .

never do that again, bro.

Running away from your bro to keep him safe from the monsters that are hunting you.

I prayed to you bro, every night.

Getting lost in your bro’s eyes

The last person who looked me like that I got laid, bro.

Giving your bro a mixtape with your favourite songs of your favourite band.

It’s a gift bro, you keep those.

Giving everything up, risking your life and leaving everything behind for your bro.

I did it, all of it, for you, bro.

This was so sweet my teeth hurt~ Thanks for this! X3

-Admin Bloo~

Yoosung

  • After a long gaming session on LOLOL, both of you were shocked to see how late it had become.
  • “It’s really late.” “Yeah, it is.” “…” “Do you want to stay over…?” “Uh, yeah…sure”
  • SAVE THESE AWKWARD SOULS.
  • Eventually, it is decided that you guys will have a sleepover in the living room!
  • There was about two feet distance when you both first settled in.
  • That shrunk to a few centimeters in the morning.
  • Apparently, you both hadn’t anticipated how cold it would be. So you unconsciously snuggled into each other overnight.
  • Morning comes in, and you are just unwilling to let go of the warmth, burying yourself deeper in.
  • Your hair tickles Yoosung’s nose, and it wakes him up.
  • He sleepily pats your head, trying to identify what it is.
  • And you look up to see what’s happening, and find his bright purple eyes staring back at you.
  • You can feel his breath fanning your cheeks; there is barely any distance between you two.
  • Then you both jump out and try to pretend that didn’t happen.
  • Both of you were a blushing, stammering mess everywhere for the rest of the morning.

Zen

  • He was so excited to have you sleep over for the night.
  • He insisted that you sleep next to him on his bed, it is more comfortable than either of them on the couch.
  • He knew that he couldn’t take it too far; you had only just met face-to-face.
  • When morning came, you noticed that he had an arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
  • You turned around to find him awake; smiling at you.
  • “Good morning, MC” He whispers as he pulls you closer to press a light kiss on the forehead.
  • While you were in the shower, Zen was congratulating himself while preparing a light breakfast.
  • He was feeling very smug.
  • Take that, trustfund kid. I am a real gentleman.
  • Only to drop whatever he was holding the minute he sees you in his spare clothes since you had nothing to change into.

Jaehee

  • You two were planning to binge-watch the entirety of any musical Zen has ever been in.
  • You were slightly skeptical of making it through ALL of them, but Jaehee was STOKED.
  • You both settled comfortably into the couch with some food within easy reach.
  • Of course, an ENTIRE NIGHT of binge watching is impossible.
  • So you both fell asleep at around 3 am, in the middle of Jalapenos no less.
  • Jaehee was the first to wake up at the crack of dawn with a horrible pain in her neck.
  • Rubbing it, she realized that you had curled up into her side, and she fell asleep while resting her head on yours
  • The drool on your face caused her to chuckle a bit, and she grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.
  • After preparing two mugs of coffee, she gently shakes you awake.
  • You could definitely get used to waking up to that smell every morning

Jumin

  • You had come to his penthouse while he was at work to set up for your first month together.
  • When he had come home to you greeting him at the doorstep with Elizabeth 3rd in your hands, he felt so tender and content and so at home.
  • You both had a fine dinner date overlooking the view from the penthouse, and chatted the night away.
  • Jumin invited you to stay over, since the guest bedroom was always prepared for you.
  • But, maybe you both had a bit too much wine that night.
  • You couldn’t let go of each other.
  • When both of you had changed into something comfortable, you settled yourself under his covers while he slept on top.
  • Eventually, you got him to come under the covers as well.
  • When you woke up in the morning, you reached out to find the bed empty.
  • You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that he was not the first thing you saw in the morning.
  • You then trod to the kitchen to find him with his shirtsleeves rolled up and wearing a pink frilly apron, flipping pancakes.
  • “Good Morning, MC. I hope you slept well.” He smiled and brought a pile of pancakes to the table.

707/Luciel

  • “Prepare yourselves for the ultimate sleepover held by your very own defender of justice, 707!”
  • Saeran just gave you a look and said “I’m going to my own room.” And pat your shoulder pitifully. savageSaeran
  • You both just lay on his bed and talked about anything and everything in the dark, under his collection of glow in the dark galaxies mapped across the bedroom ceiling.
  • Eventually, you drift off to sleep, and he drapes a comforter on top of both of you and is knocked out as well.
  • You’re the first one to rise in the morning, and are immediately greeted by the sight of a drooling and snoring tomato-head.
  • He has efficiently tangled you tightly though, so you have no way of immediate escape.
  • Instead, you just look at his sleeping face, commiting the image in front of you to memory.
  • You’re still not used to seeing him without his glasses on, so you lightly trace a vague outline of them on his face.
  • When you reach the bridge of his nose, his face scrunches up a bit.
  • The sight is too much; you start giggling softly.
  • This wakes him up, and he feel like he is flying.
  • Seeing your beautiful smile first thing in the morning is literally heaven.
  • He pulls you in tighter, jokingly threatening to never let you go. You play along, lightly shrieking as he tickles you a bit.
  • You are both interrupted by a loud knocking on the door.
  • Feed the hungry Edgelord™

ways andrew and neil show affection:

  • andrew helping neil out of his gear when he blows his arms out during a game and can barely lift his racquet anymore
    • if neil notices how andrew’s hands linger a little longer on his skin than they should, he doesn’t mention it
  • andrew waking up to the smell of coffee, and a just-came-out-of-the-shower-and-dripping-wet neil, messing around in their kitchen making breakfast for them both
    • he’ll never admit it, but neil does it mostly so he can have andrew’s silent thank you kiss on the back of his neck
  • sitting on the couch or in a booth or anywhere just a little too close, just so that their thighs touch and neil can remember that this is home
  • andrew letting neil’s head loll on his shoulder when they’re in the bus back from a game and neil is too exhausted to stay awake 
  • ‘i hate you’
  • walking side to side close enough that their shoulders bump every few steps
    • on the best days, andrew holding neil’s pinky with his own
  • neil leaving notes every morning before going for a run, and ending them with ‘i’ll be back’ everytime
  • when they’re watching tv, andrew letting neil lay his head in his lap and carefully running his fingers through the mess of his hair, brushing his bangs out of his face and tucking them behind his ears
    • (neil has never been able to tell who doing this calmed down more)
  • the familiar weight of andrew’s hand on the back of his neck, and a calm but strict ‘abram’ spoken into his ear
  • neil sleeping on the couch on nights andrew can’t stand having him close, and never asking for more than what he’s given
  • ‘yes or no?’
  • the weight of the name ‘neil’, pushed into his mouth along with andrew’s tongue, grounding him and making his head spin 
  • sharing cigarettes and kisses on rooftops in the cold and dead of night until neither of them can feel their lips or fingertips
  • ‘stay’
I Trust You

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of accidental injuries, angst, swearing, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1630

Summary: Bucky accidentally hurts you the night before and you try to keep him from finding out. 

Request: Hi I just found your blog and I fell in love, could you write a request where Bucky accidentally hurts Reader during sex, maybe he is thrusts too rough and he mistakes her cries for moans of pleasure and doesn’t realized he hurt her until after his orgasm, but he makes it up to her

A/N: I deviated a little from the request but in essence it’s all still there. Also It’s late, this is unedited. All mistakes are my own so please forgive them. 


You didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want him to know.

Bucky hadn’t meant to do it and you knew that, but accident or not if he ever found out you were sure he’d never touch you again, hell he would probably stay as far from you as he could get, and that was something you didn’t want to risk. He’d been making so much progress over the last few months, only recently becoming comfortable with you being on his left side.

During the first stages of your relationship Bucky had kept you on his right side at all times, worried that something might happen if you got too close to the gleaming metal plates. It was only after patience and months of showing him he wasn’t about to lose control of himself that he slowly let himself relax. There was no way that you were about to back peddle all of that persistence over a bruise he didn’t mean to make. All you had to do was keep it covered until it healed.

Honestly you hadn’t even felt it to begin with, way too lost in the feeling of Bucky’s sharp breaths and hard thrusts. It was only after you’d come down fully from your high and Bucky had fallen asleep that you felt the dull throbbing around your wrist.

There was no mistaking the perfect outline of Bucky’s fingers in the dark, blotchy skin; the imprint of where metal had met flesh. He had pinned your wrist above your head as he pistoned his hips into yours, and fuck, had it felt amazing. Your orgasm had slammed into you so hard that you felt your eyes tip to the back of your skull, your throat raw from how hard you had chanted his name. You really didn’t want to taint a memory like that.

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Autumnal Asks
  • 🍁 crunchy leaves: what's your favorite noise/sound to hear?
  • ❄ chilly air: are you a warm weather or cold weather person?
  • ☁ misty mornings: what time do you wake up? What for?
  • 👕 oversized sweaters: what sweater weather outfit are you looking forward to wearing? (Bonus if pictured)
  • 🎃 carved pumpkins: what holidays (popular or pagan) are you celebrating this fall?
  • 👻 ghost stories: what books are you reading, how are they?
  • ☕ hot coffee: what's your drink this fall?
  • 👐 cold hands: anyone to hold them?
  • 💀 spooky shadows: any increased spiritual activity?
  • 🍎 apple pie: what's cooking? (Or planned to cook?)
  • 🔥 scented candles: 5 favorite smells
  • ☔ hurricanes: what do you do on rainy days?
  • 🌱cinnamon: what are your favorite spices?
  • 🍂haunted hayrides: do you see your friends over the summer or do you have to wait till fall?
  • 👺 monster masks: what's your makeup/morning routine?
  • 🐱 black cat: what pets do you have/want?
Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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My darling @blacktofade‘s birthday was, uh, two months ago, so here I am, ten years late with her birthday present. ILU BB!! If this lil au seems like it should be a full-length fic, that’s because it desperately tried to be, and I had to keep chopping at it to keep it under control, like some kind of rouge hedge on meth. (Now on AO3!)

In the hours after the fight, Stiles drives and drives and drives. At first it’s late, and then it’s so late that it’s early, but he keeps on driving, fueled by anger, mostly in silence, though somewhere around the middle of Pennsylvania he thaws enough to put on some music. He stops at a rest stop just past the Ohio border to get a breakfast sandwich, and as he sits at a dirty table and eats, he thinks: shit.

Doubt begins creeping into his thoughts; maybe he’d been too hasty. Maybe he should have given Jay a chance to explain - but no, no, fuck that. He’d always made it really fucking clear that if their relationship ever got to the point where cheating seemed like a good option, he’d rather just be broken up with and yet look what fucking happened. Stiles scoffs scornfully, chucking the wrapper to his sandwich in a nearby trash can. Two and a half years down the drain.

Refreshed by a new wave of anger, Stiles heads back to his car and gets back on the highway. He manages to wrangle his phone from his pocket and, ignoring the multiple text and missed call notifications, he calls his dad, who picks up with a sigh.

“You know what time it is?” his dad asks, and Stiles looks at his dash guiltily. He’s been so worked up that he forgot about the time difference - or the fact that even on the east coast, it’s early, the sun barely above the horizon.

“Sorry,” Stiles says with a wince. “I’ll call back later.”

“It’s fine,” Dad says with another sigh. “I just got home from an overnight shift. Everything all right? You’re not usually up before ten.”

Stiles opens his mouth and then closes his mouth, startled by the raw ache in his eyes.

“Stiles?” his dad presses, somehow gentle and sharp at the same time; Stiles is worrying him.

“I’m - ” Stiles clears his throat, tapping his fingers against the wheel. “Um. How would you feel about me moving home for a while?”

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sitting inside one of my favorite coffee shops with one of my favorite people. it’s raining outside, my dream house is right across the street, i have ben howard playing, and i have time to simply d r e a m. it’s been a while since i’ve had the privilege of time to myself.

i’m dreaming of this house right across the street: it’s wood shake siding, brick chimney, big trees surrounding it, warm lights in the attic, and small front yard. it’s secluded while simultaneously being in the middle of the city. i dream of owning a home just like this very one; minneapolis is good at combining city living + lots of trees and lakes, so i’m thankful that that dream isn’t so unrealistic here. i dream of filling the house with a family and lots of food and laughter and love. i dream of slow sundays where the house smells like warm soup and pjs are worn all day. i dream of waking up early and walking across the street to the coffee shop i sit in right now to have a cup of coffee while i read the newspaper. i dream of flower boxes and cozy friday nights and favorite songs floating throughout the house. i dream of quiet, rainy saturday afternoons where we keep the windows open to hear + smell the rain while we read books and soft, classical music plays in the background. i dream of walking our pup through the neighborhood with friends and then having them over for dinner + wine + real conversation out in the front yard under string lights. i dream of you, of you, of you doing all of this alongside me. my heart hurts with how far i feel from you, with how far all of this dream feels. at the same time, though, my heart is hopeful for this. for you.

Why So Shy? (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jimin has morning wood and tries to convince you to be more confident around him by seducing you in the kitchen.

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Originally posted by bangtan

The smell of coffee filled the expanse of the kitchen as you stared idly out of a sunlit window. The sky was clear and the view was nice, so you took a few minutes to soak it all in. It was a lazy Saturday morning and Jimin had not awoken yet. His schedules had been tight lately and he rarely had time to sleep in, let alone be off for a whole weekend, so you let him sleep. The beep of the coffee machine snapped you out of your thoughts and you poured yourself a cup, leaning against the counter. The spin cycle of the washing machine could be heard from down the hall but other than that, there wasn’t any other noise. The silence was nice at first, pleasant to your sleepy senses that were still waking up and you enjoyed the peace, until you didn’t. It was always quiet when Jimin wasn’t there, which turned out to be more often than you would like. Silence was something that was never in short supply, so it really wasn’t anything special, you’d much rather listen to the sounds of your boyfriend shuffling around or shouting from across the house at you to come to where he was so he could show you a stupid video that made him laugh.

You took a sip from your coffee cup, only to burn your tongue on the scalding liquid. It wasn’t the first time you had done that this week and you let out a frustrated sigh as you put the mug down. This morning you felt like doing some chores, wanting the house to at least be clean for Jimin while he rested. You woke up early and cleaned around the house, not getting into too much detail, but making it look nice and presentable. As you inspected your surroundings, you decided to clean the only thing left unwashed, you. Your footsteps padded up the stairs into your room to get some clean clothes for your shower.

As you entered the room your eyes landed on a sleeping Jimin. His face was relaxed and his features were accented by the morning light pouring through the windows. He was still in the same position he was in when you left the bed, a hollow space left where he had been spooning you. He was adorable and your heart melted at how peaceful he looked. You couldn’t resist, so you walked up to the bed and very carefully leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, making sure not to put your weight on the bed or do anything that might disturb his slumber. Then you tiptoed to your dresser to grab some new clothes (more pajamas) and headed into the bathroom silently.

You took your time in the shower, shaving most of your body in the spare time and relaxing under the water while mumbling Korean lyrics of your favorite songs softly. When you stepped out of the space, you found the room filled with steam and you had to wipe the mirror with your towel to see anything.

Your eyes landed on your reflection and you let out a breath. It wasn’t like you were embarrassed about your body, you did think you were pretty, but you still felt a bit self conscious about it. Times when you were alone in the bathroom, you would try to boost your confidence by pointing out all the great things about you even though there was always a steady stream of compliments coming from Jimin, especially when he wasn’t there. Your hands roamed your torso, stopping to push your boobs together gently. The boobs that were always too small for your liking even though you were a C cup, the same ones that were uneven with the left one being bigger than the right, making all of your bras fit weird. The ones that Jimin said were amazing and perfect in their imperfection, the ones he unconsciously plays with when he’s falling asleep; Jimin’s favorite part of your body. You blushed when you thought of his hands in place of yours, lightly massaging your flesh and pinching your hard nipples playfully. You shook that thought out of your head as you slipped on some clean panties and one of your boyfriend’s sweaters.

The air in your bedroom was cold compared to the stuffiness of the bathroom, and as you stepped through the doorway you could feel the steam follow you out, giving you goosebumps on your bare legs. You felt your nipples harden underneath of the sweater and looked down to see them poking through the thin material. When your gaze shifted from your breasts to the bed you saw that Jimin had changed positions. He was now laying on his back, one leg straight and one bent and to the side. You couldn’t see his hands under the covers, but you did see something that caught your eye. A bulge was protruding from the blankets that draped Jimin’s body and your face began to heat up when you realized what it was. Your eyes scanned his face for any sign that he was awake, but you found none. His face was just as relaxed as before, his breathing just as slow, and his hair just as messy.

While walking around the bed to leave the room, you tripped over something and almost fell. Thankfully you caught yourself before you went all the way down, but when you looked up, Jimin’s eyes were fluttering open and his lips were curling into a grin. He yawned when he tried to say something to you and you waited for his words.

“Good morning, jagi.” He gave you a warm smile and you felt your heart rate increase.

“Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You tried your hardest to focus on his face, but from the angle that you were looking at him, it was hard to ignore his obvious boner. Your eyes flickered quickly down at him and then back up to his face and Jimin caught this and giggled. You unconsciously licked your lips as you sped out of the room before he could say anything. Through the silence of your gentle footsteps you could hear his low chuckles. Quite words travelled down the hall. You’re cute.

The buzzing of the washing machine called you into the laundry room. Without this noise there was no sound. No voices, no footsteps, not even the tick of a clock. Just the faint chirping that came from the birds flying around outside your house. Hastily changing the load, you shuffled back into the kitchen, finding comfort in the smell of coffee still drifting through the air. You inhaled deeply when you reached the cup. Coffee wasn’t your favorite but it sure did calm you. You, personally, enjoyed the smell better than the taste. You tried many different flavors, amounts of sugar and milk, creamers, different brands, but in the end, you just never fell for coffee like most of your friends had. On the weekends, however, you made it a bit of a tradition to make coffee, figuring that since you didn’t drink it on busy weekdays, you should at least drink it on weekends. It helped you wake up from the “Saturday sleepies” as you liked to call it, preventing you from taking a nap and accidentally sleeping the day away.

The cup was no longer hot in you hands, just like you liked it, and you leaned forward resting your elbows on the counter as you slowly sipped your now lukewarm beverage. Maybe you were engulfed in your thoughts, maybe the sipping distracted you, or maybe you just weren’t paying attention, but you didn’t hear Jimin come downstairs. His arms wrapped around your waist gently and you screamed as you jumped from the contact. He laughed and you could visualize his eye smile behind you.

“Relax babe, it’s just me.” He pressed a kiss to your temple as you placed a hand over your heart.

“Jimin don’t scare me like that!!” You exhaled, putting the coffee mug that you almost dropped back down on the counter. “You know I’m usually alone on weekends, I forgot that you were even here. You can’t sneak up on me like that!” There was at least some truth in that statement. You were usually alone on the weekends, that part was true, but you certainly had not forgotten about his presence in your often empty bed. You had actually been pondering what you had seen minutes before, wondering what he could be dreaming about to make him like that and hoping that he was dreaming about you.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughed, his breath hitting your neck.

“Go back to bed, it’s still pretty early. You should try to catch up on some sleep while you’re off. That’s what I would do.”

“Well, I’m wide awake now.” His grip tightened on your waist and he pressed his hips into your rear so you could feel his arousal. You gasped at the feeling and he giggled some more.

“Why are you like this?” You shook your head and he lowered his mouth to your ear.

“Did you know that all men get erections when they go into deep sleep? It’s not uncommon to have morning wood, babe.” As he said the last few words, he moved his hips against you and you had to hold back a moan. You were turning a bright red and you suddenly covered your face. Embarrassment rose within you and you felt ashamed that he was getting to you like this.

“Why are you so shy (Y/n)?” Jimin moved away from you and turned your body to face him, amusement clear on his expression. “I’m your boyfriend, don’t act like we’ve never seen each other naked before.” His tone was seductive but the look he gave you was innocent.

He was right, you already knew this, but it was still hard for you not to get shy when he made advances like this, even if you have had sex with him 100+ times and had been dating him for about 2 years. He was so straight forward, but never demanding, wanting to make you comfortable while also telling you what he wanted plain and simple. Although you were now very horny, you had trouble admitting it. You were never the flirty type, keeping your desires hidden and appearing as innocent as possible, no matter how dirty your thoughts were. Jimin used body language to communicate his feelings and you could read him well, but you felt like if you tried to show him how you felt, it would turn out awkwardly or would be misinterpreted. Accepting his flirting was just as hard though, because you didn’t want to seem desperate or easy when in reality, you wanted it as bad as he did. You had pride and shame and you didn’t want to expose yourself, even in front of Jimin. But he could see right through you.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Admit it, you’re turned on right now.” You blushed harder and he smirked. “See, you’re just like me, except you don’t want to accept it. But I’m your boyfriend and you don’t have to hide from me.” A devious smile crawled up his face as he bent down to your lips, brushing yours with his as he spoke. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” He backed away slightly only for you to lean forward and mimic him, speaking low and seductively against his lips.

“I want… To drink my coffee.” You leaned away from him and looked up at his face. He seemed amused, though slightly disappointed, but he kept his word and gave you what you wanted. He reached behind you, caging your body between his and the counter and pressed a sly kiss to your neck before pulling back and handing you the mug. You took a sip expecting him to walk away but he still stood in front of you, watching your every movement. When you raised your eyebrows at him he responded slowly.

“Is there anything else you want?”

“Let me think about it.”

Of course there was something else you wanted. You wanted him and he wanted you, it was as simple as that, except it wasn’t. You wanted to play his game for a little while longer, but that wasn’t it. How we’re you supposed to tell him what you wanted? Just blurt out that you wanted him to fuck you right there on the counter until your legs went numb? Yes. It was that easy because all he needed was confirmation, but you couldn’t do it. You didn’t have the guts to say it. You were having an internal struggle but you had to give him an answer, so you continued your innocent act and did what you do best, tease him and lead him on.

“Nope, I don’t want anything else. But breakfast would be nice.”

“And are you serving me breakfast in bed?” He licked his lips.

“No you can help yourself.”

“I will.” He took a step closer to you.

“But you have to give me some time to cook. It’s not that simple.”

“But I have a full course meal right here.” Jimin’s eyes trailed up your body and you felt yourself getting hot.

“I’m talking about food, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You blink at him innocently and admire how worked up he gets when you play dumb. You can see the frustration in his eyes and straining against his boxers, but you don’t say anything and he doesn’t express it openly. Instead, you turn your back to him and grab your phone, opening social media and looking at what’s new. Jimin didn’t move for a little bit, but you could feel his eyes on you.

After about 30 seconds you were disappointed to find that he hadn’t made any advances, thinking that he had given up. But you were quickly proven wrong when his hands wrapped around you once again, this time with one slipping up your shirt to grab your breasts and the other pushing past the waist band of your panties to slide along your folds. I knew he wouldn’t give up that easy.

Before you could say anything, however, he flicked at your clit and you jolted against his bare chest. He continued rubbing circles around the bud slowly, increasing pressure as he went, watching your body’s response when he moved his fingers a certain way.

“Jimin..” You moaned, anything you had tried to say to him leaving your brain as you were overcome by pleasure.

Jimin hummed against your skin and you could feel his smirk. “Did jagi lie to me?” He said, moving his fingers lower to skim along your slit. “Look at how wet you are.”

“I didn’t lie..” You panted.

“Well you didn’t tell the truth. Your lips say you don’t want me but your body says otherwise.” He removed his hand from your panties and held his fingers out in front of your face for you to observe the liquid that coated them. Upon your exposure, your shyness went away slightly. You turn and kissed Jimin boldly, falling into the familiar feeling of his lips and body pressed against yours.

“You’re right,” You admitted in between kisses. “I just don’t know how to say it.”

Jimin pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. “Then let your actions speak for you.” Taking his advice you reached for his boxers. Your slim fingers pulled them down with some urgency and his member sprung out to slap against his toned abdomen; you always found watching that so satisfying. He was a bit taken by surprise but you could tell he was enjoying your surge of boldness. His body language told you that he was letting you take control and he waited for you to make the next move. Quickly, you stripped yourself of your 2 items of clothing and then reached forward to wrap your hand around Jimin’s length. You stood close to him and he caught your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you fully.

“I know what I want now,” You said breathlessly as he released your lips and looked at you. “I want your mouth on me, everywhere.” He smirked at your request and immediately grabbed on to the back of your thighs, lifting you up and laying you on the adjacent counter.

“As you wish.” Jimin pulled you closer and bent down to trail kisses along your collarbone and breasts, hands kneading the flesh of your hips. He latched on to one of your nipples and flicked the bud until it became hard and perky, releasing it with a pop and moving on to the other, treating it with the same care. He sucked dark marks into them as a way to claim them as his before continuing his journey downward.

Wet kisses trailed down your smooth skin until they reached your mound. A quick kiss was planted on your clit and you shuddered at the contact. He moved on to your parted legs, licking a line up your inner thigh to your knee and from your knee down on the other. You let out a whimper to let him know how needy you were and you could feel Jimin’s smirk.

He lifted your legs and propped them up on his shoulders before giving you a look with his smoldering eyes. You were already a mess and he enjoyed how you bit your lip and breathed heavily in anticipation for his next actions. He dove down and licked a long stripe up your slit making you shiver. Using two fingers to spread your folds, Jimin wrapped his lips around your bud and flicked it rapidly with his tongue, making your back arch up off of the table. You let out quiet noises and tangled your fingers into Jimin’s hair as he licked and sucked you clean. He inserted a finger into your dripping hole and you could feel a knot building in your stomach as your toes curled. Shortly after, another finger was pushed inside while Jimin increased the pace of his fingers and tongue on you. He curled his digits up into you, finding your spot easily with skilled practice and you gasped. Whimpers left your lips as you began bucking up into him, eyes screwed shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

Just as your legs started to tremble, you tugged on his soft locks, pulling him away from you. He looked up at you confused, until he saw the glint in your eyes that indicated that you weren’t finished yet. Sitting up from your position, you motioned for him to come up to your level and you attached your mouth to his. The taste of you lingered on his tongue but you didn’t mind, humming into the deep kiss while reaching to stroke his member a few more times. Jimin groaned against your lips and you pulled away, catching his eyes before sliding off of the counter to stand in front of him. His hands gripped your ass tightly and pulled you flush against him when he reconnected your lips and you let him take over your mouth. He was an amazing kisser and you enjoyed letting him lead the kisses. You pulled away first, coming up for air as he planted a few sweet kisses to your jaw and neck.

Taking control again, you walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit a dining chair and he plopped down in it. He watched you with hungry eyes as you bend over and kissed his tip to taste the bead of precum leaking out, giving him a few slow pumps. You slid his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and pushing it into his slit lightly. He moaned as you took him in farther, giving his entire cock a thick coat of saliva.

Releasing him with a pop, you placed your hands on his shoulders for support as you moved to straddle him. When you met eyes with him, you felt both shy and bold at the same time. By this point there was no need for you to be timid, but the look in his eyes as he watched you expectantly made a shiver go down your spine. Seeing your hesitation, Jimin’s gaze softened and he placed his hands gently on your hips. He didn’t pull you down because he wanted you to know that you were still in control and that he liked that you were taking charge, and he hoped you weren’t suddenly intimidated. You could tell how much Jimin wanted this by the increasing strength of his grip on your hips. Hell, it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t want it just as bad, but you were never really the dominant one and it felt different being on top. But today you had decided to be courageous and to try something new so it would be wrong not to follow through with what you started.

Moving down slightly, you brushed the tip of his cock against your folds. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to your boyfriend’s as you sunk down on him, letting him fill you deliciously. A quiet groan sounded from the both of you and you swallowed each other’s noises. Your hips moved against him before you released his lips, bouncing on his lap, relishing in the feeling of him inside you.

Jimin sighed in contention. “You look so hot riding me, baby. You’re always so tight, you feel fucking amazing.” He groaned, lifting his hips slightly to meet yours as you moved up and down on him. His words were a confidence booster and you began riding him with bigger strokes. The grip you had on his shoulders loosened as you moved your fingers along his collarbones and chest, dragging your nails gently across his soft, silky smooth skin. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you increased your pace, using him as leverage for your harder thrusts when your legs began to tire.

He helped lift you when he noticed your fatigue and moved his hips more below you, letting out sounds of satisfaction. You panted in unison with Jimin, throwing your head back as you got closer to your peak. Taking advantage of the angle, Jimin attached his lips to one of your jiggling breasts, using his tongue to play with your nipple. You let out a rather loud moan that seemed to surprise both of you. Your head snapped back up to look at Jimin with widened eyes. He seemed extremely turned on by your vocality and he bit his lip at the sound. Testing the waters a bit, he reattached his mouth to your breast and pumped up into you with more power, hitting your spot. A louder moan erupted from your chest and he smiled against you.

“Your sounds are so sexy, let me hear you.” Being a usually quiet person, even in bed, you didn’t normally make too much noise. Sure you moaned and whimpered his name occasionally, but you had never been that loud with Jimin before. Suddenly you weren’t in control anymore. Jimin was controlling the pace with his hands on your waist and his shallow thrusts upwards, not that you minded much, you were starting to get tired. You could tell he was now on a mission to make you scream.

No longer satisfied with the amount of mobility he had in this position, Jimin hooked his arms under your legs and stood up from the chair, his strong thigh muscles flexing with the effort. He continued to thrust into you from his standing position as you clung to him for dear life. Jimin had carried you before but you didn’t really know he was this strong, or at least you had never experienced it first hand. It was as if you weighed nothing. He used the new space to slam into you, pulling you down with such force that the back of your thighs stung from the impact when they collided with his hot skin with each thrust. He was going so hard and deep you could feel it in your throat. Your moans were uneven and choppy, the wind getting knocked out of your lungs every time he pushed into you.

It was starting to hurt a little, but you would never ask him to stop, it felt way too good. He readjusted his grip on you and changed the angle he was entering you at, brushing against your g-spot in the most perfect way.

The loudest moan yet broke through your lungs and Jimin looked up at you with half lidded eyes. Your legs trembled as he continued to hit that spot and nip at your collarbone, leaving love bites that you knew you would have to hide for at least a week. You clawed at his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as you tried your hardest not to fall from his grasp, but with the force of his grip on your legs, there was no way in hell that he would drop you.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you inched closer to your orgasm, your body being overloaded with sensations. In an instant you were turned with a quick motion and before you could open your eyes your ass was pressed against a cold surface. Your eyelids flew open as you gasped and arched into Jimin to escape the sudden coldness until you realized that the surface was the kitchen counter and that Jimin was readjusting himself in the new position.

Propping one of your legs up on the edge of the counter, Jimin moved inside of you again with renewed fervor, resuming his hard and fast pace. The breath was once again knocked out of your lungs as he repeatedly slammed into you, eyes locked with yours in an intense gaze. His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he moved, hand gliding along your lower back and ass, pulling you ever closer to his body. Feeling confident, you closed the small space between you and kissed his lips, giving him a small bite and tug on his swollen bottom lip. You pulled away and looked into his eyes with an equally lustful stare.

“Stop biting your lips. Bite me instead.” You breathed and you felt him twitch inside you at the request. Jimin leaned in to peck you lips before lowering his head to the crook of your neck, panting against your skin. The knot in your stomach grew as he went deeper and your walls tightened around him. Both of you groaned as he could feel how close you were and he sunk his teeth into shoulder, extremely close to his end as well. “I’m close.” You managed to get out and he released your shoulder to kiss your neck. His pace slowed to a steady roll of his hips and you whimpered, feeling your high slowly getting away from you. Fingers digging into his biceps, your hips moved to try and keep the the ball rolling but it was already too late, your high had escaped you. Jimin continued to move agonizingly slow against you, watching you struggle and leaving you on edge.

“Do you want to cum?” He asked as if that wasn’t already apparent. A single nod was all he got in response and he clicked his tongue, moving his hips impossibly slower. The pace was hard for him to keep up as he too was on the verge of his orgasm, but he needed something from you first. “Say it. Use your words.”

“Yes.” You whispered.

“Yes what?” His voice was softer. He tilted his head slightly to the side.

“Yes I want to cum, Jimin.” You struggled. “Please.”

“Louder (Y/n), don’t be shy.”

Swallowing hard and licking your chapped lips, you replied to him at full volume. “PLEASE FUCK ME JIMIN I NEED YOU, I WANT TO CUM!!”

The poisonous smirk that crossed his face at your words told you that he was more than pleased with your answer and he picked up his pace again, studying your face the entire time. You moaned as Jimin went deeper, angling his hips expertly to hit your g-spot, which he knew well.

“Fuck,” You breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Tell me how it feels, baby girl.” Jimin panted, running one of his hands up your torso to cup one of your jiggling breasts.

“Mmmm, Jimin it feels so good, please don’t stop.” You bit your lip as your orgasm built up once again and whimpered when you felt him nipping at your collarbone, your weak spot.

“Are you going to cum for me, (Y/n)?” He asked, voice husky and strained. It was apparent that he was close to his high as well. You knew that he just need the tightness of your convulsing walls and the sight of you releasing on his cock to push him over the edge.

“Yes, I’m so close.” Your lips were moving, but you weren’t sure any coherent words came out. Jimin understood you regardless and connected mouths with you, capturing your lewd noises as they got louder. He groaned against you when you started tightening up around him and pulled away from the kiss to observe your features. Guiding one hand between your sweaty bodies, Jimin pressed his fingers against your clit and rubbed quick circles across it, causing you to release a loud moan.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your jaw went slack at the added stimulation, then you felt something in your core snap. Waves of red hot pleasure coursed through you and your back arched into him while you shook in his grasp. Jimin removed his fingers from your clit and pulled you flush against his body, craving the contact. The sight of you shaking and gasping because of him was enough to drag him into the abyss of pleasure and he attached his lips onto yours again, whining and moaning sexily into your mouth. His arms kept their tight grip around you as he thrusted through both of your highs, his hot cum painting your fluttering walls.

He moved shallowly inside of you, deepening the kiss and taking his time making out with you. A hand moved to your face and caressed your cheek gently as he silently stole your breath away. Your leg dropped down to his side, returning to a comfortable position as he finished riding out his orgasm. When he stilled, your lips moved slower but neither of you could pull away. You finally broke the kiss and sucked in a big puff of air, not realizing how long you had gone without clean oxygen. Jimin dropped his head onto your shoulder and kissed it lightly, humming softly in satisfaction. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until you started to feel uncomfortable and he let his soft length fall out of you. Jimin giggled quietly when he looked up at you.

“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

“‘Bite me instead’ you’re so cute.” He teased and you frowned, hitting him lightly on the chest before hopping off the counter top.

“Shut up. You liked it.” You brought up that point and Jimin immediately agreed, gently placing his hands on your hips.

“I did, I love it when you’re bold.” He said, smiling down at you before pecking your swollen lips. “So don’t be shy around me anymore.”

You returned his smile and nodded, promising him that you would try to be more open about your feelings around him. He let go of you and went to grab paper towels to clean up his cum that was dripping out of you and down your thighs. You sighed as you looked back at the countertop you had just been sitting on, a sweaty butt print on the edge. You grimaced.

“Ugh now I have to clean the table again.” You rolled your eyes. “I may need to bleach it.”

“Don’t, keep this as a good memory.”

“That’s so dirty, Jimin, we eat food there!!”

“Yeah and I ate you over there too, what’s the difference?”

“I’m not food.”

“But you still taste delicious.” He gave you a flirtatious wink and licked his lips, causing you to blush. 

You shook your head at him as he cleaned you up, pointing out all of the hickeys and love bites he left all over you. “Show them off so guys know that your mine. I’ll wear mine proudly to let everyone know how much of a freak you are with me.” Jimin smirked and your face turned bright red with instant regret.

Because I Love You (Part I)

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes X Reader

Summary: Adley is Bucky’s secret lover. One day, Bucky’s girlfriend shows up on her doorstep, and Adley found herself asking, why is she here? 

Warnings: Angst (?), Cheating, Long Dialogue, Modern!AU
1.7k Words.

Sorry to those who are named Adley! 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV 

A/N: A scenario I came up with while washing the dishes. Part II will be up soon, and depending on responses it may have a Part 3-4 if you guys want a happy ending. 


Adley heard the bell rang as she stirred her steaming hot cup of coffee. No one should be visiting her at this hour, or rather, no one she know off. Her hands reached out to adjust the hoodie (his hoodie) she wore, allowing it to cover her quite-revealing nightgown. She squinted her eyes when the early Sun shined through the peak of her curtains, but when she opened the door, her eyes grew wide despite the Sun blasting through.

 Two women stood in front of her, one which Adley was very familiar with. The woman’s (y/h/c) framed her face perfectly, her face had a natural glow to it, without any traces of make up on and her eyes, those eyes that should’ve shone malice, reflected pity. Of course the woman was familiar, Adley sees her picture in his phone every time.

 “Hello,” she said, and her voice was so soft yet determined that a wary look washed over Adley’s face, “I’m very sorry for intruding this early but I just wanted to talk, and I mean no harm.”

If it wasn’t for the other woman standing behind her, a redhead who could probably kill with her glare, Adley might’ve found herself giving a retort. Instead, she hesitantly stepped to the side, allowing access to her house.

 It took a solid five minutes before Adley found her voice, “Please, take a seat. Would you both like anything to drink?”

 The woman sitting across her just smiled, shaking her head. Adley noticed how she observed her home, eyes scanning and printing every piece of object in the living room into her mind. The redhead on the other hand, stood in the corner, eyes solely focused on Adley herself. She stiffened in her seat, heart beating unnaturally fast when she noticed the woman’s gaze linger on the photo beside her TV, framed with a lovely walnut finish.

 “Where were you two when you took take picture?”

 Adley took a sharp inhale before swallowing thickly, “Uhm, w-we were at the Carnival.”

 “The one that was in town during February?” She asked and Adley nodded, “He looks happy.”

 A sad smile adorned the woman’s face.

 “Why are you here?” Adley whispered. She couldn’t take the anxiousness engulfing her insides. What was the woman doing here? Why hasn’t she lash out after seeing the picture of her boyfriend with another woman?

 “Pardon?”

“W-What is your purpose here?”

 The woman bit her lower lip, and with the same smile etched on her face, she looked down to her lap. Her hands that fisted her jeans, gripped harder.

 “I assume you know that Bucky’s on a business trip, and won’t be back for two days so I thought this would be the best time to confront you. I’m (Y/n), you should know who I am. And I know who you are.” She started, and oh God, her eyes were staring right at Adley’s, “I’ve been with Bucky for slightly longer than three years, and you came into his life last year. September, am I right?”

 Adley didn’t bother responding, because the information the woman- (Y/n) has, was absolutely correct. The knot in her stomach tightens and Adley found herself impatient because she expected (y/n) to yell anytime now.

 “Don’t worry, I’m not here to start a fight,” (Y/n) said and let out an empty chuckle. She must’ve sensed the tension rising in the room. “I’m here to do the complete opposite, actually.”

 (Y/n) paused, and Adley watched as the woman’s breathing reduce themselves into shaky gasps. In the corner of her eye, the redhead rushed towards (Y/n), kneeling beside her and asking her if she was okay. (Y/n) all but shook her head, and she must’ve told her friend to leave them alone because shortly after, the redhead went outside.

 “I’m sorry about that. As I was saying, I’m here to tell you that I’m leaving Bucky,” (Y/n) stated.

 Adley stared at (Y/n). Had she heard the woman right?

 “E-Excuse me?”

 “I said I’m leaving Bucky.”

 Adley’s mouth hung opened in happiness and horror, she heart drummed knowing her could finally be with James openly but her brain only screamed reasonable questions.

 “W-Why are you telling me about this?” Adley asked. She needed the answer, because the last time she checked, women who found out that they’ve been cheated on don’t usually go up to the other person and have a conversation about it.

 “…because he doesn’t know. And I’m not planning on telling him directly,” (Y/n) said. “I’m not telling him directly because he would do anything to make me stay and as much as I would hate to admit it, I know I would give in to him.”

 “O-Oh, okay. Well, is that… all?” Adley asked, although her gut was telling her that there’s more to this- and it was right.

 “No, actually. I have quite a few things more to say, or rather, a few favours to ask from you,” (Y/n) took a deep breath, her tongue caressing those dry lips of hers before they turned into a thin line.

 “You see, Bucky has never stayed over at your place for the night,” (Y/n) started, but soon added more words when she caught on to Adley’s pained expression.

 “I’m not saying it’s because he doesn’t love you or anything! I-I’m just saying it because I’ve noticed, and I need to tell you that he,” she paused, “often has nightmares. He has it bad, it’s usually about the time when he got drafted into the army. He has it up to five times a week, maybe more. And I need you to make sure when he knows that he’s not alone, that you’re there with him.”

 James never told her he has nightmares, and that fact alone was clawing its way into her insecurity, but Adley nodded stiffly at (Y/n)’s words.

 “He tends to get into fights with Steve, and sometimes he’s the one who’s wrong, but you have to make him apologise,” (Y/n) said and stared at Audley, as if trying to drill this into her brain, “Bucky and Steve are both too stubborn, but they need each other. They’ve gotten this far and this successful in life because they have each other. And when they argue, they tend to forget about that, but you need to remind Bucky, or he’ll regret it.”

 Adley racked her entire mind in search for a memory where James mentioned a guy named Steve, but none appeared. Adley sucked in a short breath and stared at her lap. She’s been with James for almost a year, why hasn’t she heard anything about this best friend of his (Y/n) claimed.

 “In the mornings, right after he wakes up, he’s really, r-really grumpy. He might say things he never mean, but forgive him. It’s because his parents would ignore him when he was younger in the mornings, so he tends to get like that.”

“He needs his morning coffee, and judging by the smell of your house when I entered, you need it too. You probably know this already but he likes his c-coffee with one part fresh milk. Make it for him, make it for him and k-kiss him in the forehead, cheeks and lips for him to, to know that you’re still around and willing to stick with him through thick and thin.”

 No, Adley didn’t know how James liked his coffee, he never drinks it in her house. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t like fresh milk, but all these information got Adley shaking. How much does she actually know about James? And compared to (Y/n)? What was the woman trying to achieve? Is (Y/n) trying to prove that she’s better for James? What the actual hell is she trying to-

 “Uhm, I-I’m sorry, please give me a minute.”

 Adley finally looked up from her lap, and instantly, every single thought about this woman trying to shake her up disappeared. (Y/n) was biting her own lower lip. Her chest was heaving up and down, so quick and shaky, as if she was drowning. He eyes glistened, even in the dim living room and it didn’t take long to tell that the woman’s tears were standing at bay. Adley’s mind replayed (Y/n)’s words and she realised that half way through, the woman sounded like her voice got caught in her throat.

 “B-Bucky actually needs a blanket for him to sleep because,” (Y/n) continued despite all her whimpers, “because he t-thinks that if there’s nothing t-to cover you both, someone will take y-you away from him. H-he will always, always worry that one day you’ll leave… He thinks h-he’s never good enough. A-And you need to be there for him. Tell him, tell him you’ll always be around! K-Kiss his neck, snuggle into him-”

 And Adley watched with tears in her own eyes, the breaking down of (Y/n). The (y/h/c) woman started sobbing, clenching her teeth and gripping her hands so tightly, knuckles all white. Her breaths were inconsistent, sometimes clashing with the gasps coming from her throat. The door opened and Adley saw the redhead rushing towards (Y/n)’s side once more.

 “N-Natasha…” (Y/n) called out.

 Ah, so that was her name. Adley watched as Natasha took (Y/n) into her arms, patting (Y/n)’s hair and nodding her head to whatever (Y/n) throws at her.

 “Why am I so weak? N-Natasha why? I’ve used up my entire life,” she hiccuped, “my entire life to build a wall too keep t-this kind of situation away! I didn’t want to end up like my mom so why… Why? Why? Why?”

 It was then Adley understood the pity that was reflected in (Y/n)’s eyes before. It wasn’t for Adley, no, it was for herself. Watching (Y/n) trashed about in the arms of Natasha, Adley asked herself. Is this really worth it? Is stealing someone’s man really worth another’s life?

Just then, the door opened again. Adley stopped breathing and time seemed to have stopped because standing in all his glory, was James himself.

 “Hey Babe, how’s it going-”

 Bucky’s voice got caught in his throat when he saw the love of his life crying in the arms of her best friend, sitting across his lover.

Think about Elias waking up, disoriented and confused where he is. Then his eyes land on a tall guy, sitting on the armrest of the couch he is laying on, sipping a cup of - going by the smell that fills the air - coffee and smirking down at him. 

“Rise and shine, Hottie.” The guy exclaims, way too loud for Elias’ throbbing head and wiggles his eyebrows. What the fuck happened last night? 

anonymous asked:

Request~Hi so could you write down what the RFA boys +V and Saeren would do after sex, like in the morning when mc is sore since it was the first time, or how they wake up together in the morning? Thanks~^^

Oh lala~ 
(For the main 5 it’s before the after endings)
~Mod L

Yoosung
♡ Even the next morning he feels pretty elated at your guys’ night
♡ So the next morning when he woke up before you, his eyes just lingered over you for a while
♡ You’re just so cute he couldn’t handle it 
♡ He very carefully slid out of bed to not wake you up, and ran to the kitchen to make you breakfast in bed
♡ He couldn’t help but text Zen because this was his first girlfriend and such a big moment?
♡ There was a bit of gloating
♡ Regardless a while later he shook you awake with a tray with two perfect omelettes and two glasses of juice 
♡ When you sat up to eat you realized oh my god I’m sore
♡ And when you said that out loud Yoosung turned very red 
♡ But regardless you guys have breakfast in bed with plenty of cuddles

Zen
♡ Oh man the beast was out
♡ So when you woke up the next morning and turned to see your sleeping beauty you weren’t surprised when you felt sore
♡ You had to gently shake him awake so you could (playfully) complain about how sore he made you
♡ “Oh? Want me to make you feel all better?”
♡ Literally the first thing he says in the morning is a pick up line?
♡ It works
♡ After all that he got out of bed wanting to make you two breakfast 
♡ Then he realized wow his fridge is really empty 
♡ He went back to you to instead invite you out to dinner
♡ He was looking through the living room for the keys to his motorcycle when you came out dressed with his jacket on top
♡ Literally melts because omg you’re so cute

Jumin
♡ Even after you had fallen asleep, Jumin found himself awake lightly tracing his fingers along your skin
♡ He was completely entranced by you, and was shocked when he noticed rays of light coming in the window
♡ Were you two really up that late?
♡ He chuckled before taking out his phone to text his chef to make sure breakfast would be ready once you wake up 
♡ Once he set his phone down he felt his eyelids grow heavy so he laid back down next to you and fell asleep
♡ When he woke up again he reached over for you and was confused when he didn’t feel you
♡ His heart started to sink until he heard a cheery little “Good morning~”
♡ You were sitting at the counter in the kitchen and could see him directly through the doorway
♡ He laughed before getting up and walking over, feeling his heart warm seeing you there in his shirt with a perfect breakfast laid out on the counter

Jaehee
♡ She was so tired the poor baby
♡ So she slept right through you waking up, making coffee and breakfast, and bring it back to the bedroom
♡ She was so tired you couldn’t even break yourself to wake her up, so you just fell back asleep with her 
♡ When she finally woke up she felt you in her arms and smelled the coffee and breakfast and swore she was in heaven
♡ She laid there for a moment, not wanting to wake you up
♡ After a while she brought herself to gently shake you awake
♡ You both just took a moment to enjoy this peaceful moment together before she sat up to get a drink of coffee
♡ For the rest of the morning you two enjoyed your cozy breakfast in bed before moving to the living room to watch some musicals

Seven
♡ Seven didn’t even know what time it was when you finally fell asleep
♡ You were asleep on top of him, and his hand was tracing patterns around your bare back 
♡ As he listened to your breathing, he realized that he was absolutely terrified
♡ He hadn’t made himself so vulnerable to someone else like this… ever
♡ He felt like he didn’t do enough for his brother, and not enough for the RFA after all the hacking, and now one of the most important people in the world to him was asleep on his chest
♡ He was afraid he couldn’t protect you
♡ Or that he would be the one to hurt you
♡ He took a deep breath, before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep
♡ When he woke up, he could hear you in the kitchen, cooking breakfast
♡ He rolled out of bed and threw a pair of boxers on before going out to meet you
♡ He immediately felt flustered as he saw you wearing his jacket ad seemingly nothing else
♡ “Sit down honey~ I’m almost done~”
♡ Soon after he sat down you sat next to him with both your guys’ plates
♡ As you leaned against him and you both started eating, he felt silly for being so scared the night before and enjoyed the breakfast with you

V
♡ When V finally woke up, you were asleep on his chest
♡ He could feel your breath against his bare chest, and his warmth pressed against you, and he thought he was still dreaming 
♡ He gently stroke your hair, humming to himself softly
♡ His eyesight wasn’t completely gone, as he could make out your figure
♡ He could faintly see your chest rising and falling with your breath, and your hair gently shifting around as he toyed with it 
♡ As time went by, he thought about you, and what kind of future he could have with you
♡ He felt kind of silly being so sentimental after one night together, but he couldn’t help himself
♡ As much as he loved your sleeping figure, he decided it was probably time to wake up 
♡ “Sweetheart… We gotta get up now”.
♡ He could’t help but laugh as you groaned
♡ “I don’t want to….”
♡ “Then we don’t have to,” he replied, kissing your forehead before closing his eyes again

Saeran
♡ When he woke up the next morning, he stretched out before remembering you were sleeping right next to him 
♡ He quickly scrunched back up, watching you then quietly chuckled to himself as he saw you were still asleep
♡ He propped himself up on his side, and smiled softly at you 
♡ He deliberated about what he should do for you
♡ Like should he get up and make you breakfast? Should he just let you sleep? 
♡ This felt new and overwhelming, but he found himself enjoying this rush of being around you
♡ He wasn’t the best cook, so he figured he should wake you up and you two can go out to breakfast
♡ He softly shook you awake, and asked you out to breakfast
♡ When you happily agreed, he felt his heart jump a bit
♡ Although he didn’t express it very well, he loved each moment he spent with you and your night together just made that all the better

GM post: the signs trying to wake up 🌞

aries: *checks phone* *gets mad when they didn’t receive a good morning text*
taurus: *hits snooze* *makes scary moaning noise* *sinks further into warm bed*
gemini: *stays in bed scrolling through social media an hour before they have to be up*
cancer: “fuck work, fuck school” “I hate my life” “maybe no one will notice if I just lay here all day”
leo: *removes sleep mask* “when did the sun come out?????”
virgo: *yawns, stretches* immediately out of bed to make coffee
libra: *tries to wake them up* “one more minute”… *30 minutes later* “FUCK I’M GONNA BE LATE*
scorpio: *sleeps right through alarm*
sagittarius: *mumbles things that don’t make sense* *peeks through eye lid at clock* “well I guess I should get up now”
aquarius: *fondles around for random drink laying around in dark room* *sees light peeking through window* *puts blanket over head*
pisces: *cute yawn* *sits up to listen to birds chirping* *smiles until they realize that they don’t smell coffee* *immediately irritated*

RFA cuddles MC

Yoosung

  • Yoosung is pretty shy starting any of the lovey dovey things.
  • He would wake up on your chest and snuggle a little tighter.
  • When were his pillows so soft?
  • Then you would shift around a little.
  • His face would light up a bright red.
  • “I-i-is this MC’S CHEST?!”
  • He’d probably try and inch away a little.
  • Then you would reach your arms around and hug him so he doesn’t go.
  • He won’t stop blushing but at least he’s in a very nice spot.

Jaehee

  • I honestly think, MC would be on Jaehee’s chest.
  • She would be stroking your hair.
  • She would smell like baked goods and coffee.
  • But we’re here to talk about Jaehee on MC’s chest.
  • She would know exactly what she’s doing.
  • Gently leaning on your chest as you lean on the side of the couch.
  • Zen’s musicals would be on in the background.
  • Jaehee would nudge her head around until she hears your heartbeat.
  • All the while, hugging your waist.
  • Every and and then, she looks up at you and smiles.
  • So much love right there.

Zen

  • After going to the gym with Zen, you would clean up first and head to bed for a nap.
  • Zen would follow after but he didn’t plan on napping.
  • But when he saw how cute you looked, he crawled on top of you.
  • “Zen, I’m a little tired.”
  • He’d chuckle that you would imply something like that, “Don’t worry, babe. I just want to cuddle a little.”
  • Since you were too tired to crawl into his arms, you pulled him towards your chest.
  • He’d get really hot. “W-wait!”
  • You’d already doze off.
  • He’d have to concentrate on breathing and suppressing his urges.
  • But it’s not so bad once he matches your calm breathing.
  • In fact, he thinks he could use a nap too.

Jumin

  • Jumin is a pretty salty person. Jealous of his own cat.
  • He saw Elizabeth napping on your chest as you laid on the sofa.
  • He went over and picked her up and placed her on a separate couch.
  • “Jumin? Is everything okay?”
  • He wouldn’t answer but instead, he crawled over you.
  • Careful not to crush you, he’d lay next to you but his head would be on your chest.
  • “Jumin?”
  • He pulled you a little closer and breathe in your scent.
  • You would play with his hair a little.
  • In return, his hands would run over the curves of your body.
  • Not in a sexual way, but rather he wants to remember everything about you.
  • Then he would finally answer, “There’s some things I am not willing to share.”

Saeyoung

  • Saeyoung would be doing work at his computer.
  • MC would want attention and walk over and hug him from behind.
  • After a minute or two, he’d realize that he missed you a lot.
  • He turn and pull you closer by your waist.
  • He would rest his head on your chest while he sat.
  • Perfect height so he can put his head right on top of your chest.
  • You would kiss his head and he would look up and ask for another.
  • You kiss his lips.
  • After repeating this two or three times, he would lift you up princess style.
  • “S-saeyoung, where are we going?!”
  • “To take a nap. I need my personal pillows with me!”
  • You realized what he meant and hid your face in the nook of his neck.
  • Lightly hitting his shoulder. “Don’t say things like that, dummy.”
  • Nice long cuddle session!

You know what I don’t understand, when people purposefully look for content that triggers them so they can call out “gross shippers”. Like, they see a fic that is tagged with everything they hate and then? read it anyway??? It’s like going to a coffee shop, ordering a cinnamon roll knowing very well that you’re allergic to cinnamon, and then attempting to get the barista fired for giving it to you on the first place.