well this was a surprising moment

boyfriend lay 🍧

🍭 such a sweetie oml

🍭 randomly gifts you with flowers and sweets

🍭 “i just wanted you to feel special,” he’d say

🍭 yet he never expects a single thing in return

🍭 so when you do give him something, he’s so pleasantly surprised

🍭 dance sessions, but they’re mostly just you laughing at how terribly you’re fucking up and yixing lovingly assuring you that it isn’t that bad

🍭 he doesn’t have the heart to admit that it really is that bad

🍭 some jokes, he doesn’t get right away

🍭 if it’s sexual, it’ll take a moment to click, or he may not understand at all

🍭 because of this, your sex life is baekhyun’s favorite thing to poke fun at or joke about

🍭 i mean, you may as well be dating baek too, since he’s around so often

🍭 yixing loves to write music with/about you

🍭 he takes such pride in his creations and having you a part of that process makes it so much better

🍭 hella romantic dates

🍭 yeah, he has money to show off, but it’s more about making your night together perfect

🍭 let’s face it, unless you live in china, he’s gone quite often

🍭 a lot of your relationship is so long distance that he wants your time together to be memorable for you

🍭 on top of that, you deserve something extravagant

🍭 he doesn’t force you into his big tshirts or anything, but he secretly wishes you’d wear them more often

🍭 he thinks you look too cute

🍫 nsfw 🍫

🍭 sex with yixing is very slow and sweet

🍭 a rare occasion, but he’s sure to treat you well

🍭 he takes his time worshipping every aspect of your body

🍭 it’s a long foreplay to make sure you’re properly loved before he fucks you

🍭 even that is super slow though

🍭 he needs you to feel everything

🍭 in return, just give him lots of hickies, he loves that

🍭 or praise him on the good job he’s doing

🍭 if you’re sweet to him, he’ll happily perform oral on you

🍭 that boy looks innocent but he knows damn well how to use his tongue

🍭 needless to say, over stimulation is an often thing when you have sex, but it’s an accidental thing

🍭 he just gets carried away

We can talk later

potterhead1265 submitted:

Reader x Oberyn Martell. He gets home from a long trip and he surprises you?

word Counting: 220 words
Warnings: Language

You opened the window beside the bed to watch as the sun went down in the horizon. At this time, Oberyn was probably taking his flight. He had been in King’s Landing for half a month already and you’ve only talked on the phone for the whole time. You missed your man very much.

Oberyn was a prince and even though the title meant little, he still had some duties, and the latest two weeks were full of them.

The knock on the door made you jump for a moment and grab a robe before opening it and your face turned in surprise when you saw who was there.

“Oberyn.” You exclaimed. “I thought you wouldn’t be home before tomorrow.”

He looked tired and messy but there was something you in your eyes, a look you knew well enough.

Silently, he moved his hand to where your robe was tied, pulling it open and laying his hands on your waist, pulling you close to kiss you fiercely.

“Guess it was a surprise… Missed you so fucking much.” He groaned, pulling his shirt off and pushing you to the bed.

You held him close, gripping his dark hair and biting his lip as his already hard cock pressed against you.

“We can talk later.” He affirmed. “Now, I need to have you.”

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One Day

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

Pairing: Daryl x fiance!Reader, Chey (OC), Winchesters
Word count: 1,775

Part 37 of 2 Hours West


You smiled at Daryl, falling move in love with him every moment. “You tell her.” you said softly.

Daryl passed her the bag, beaming. “Well….” He started. Chey took the bag with a big grin. She reached inside and pulled out the tan bear. “You’re gonna be a big sister!”

Chey looked up at him in surprise. “I’m gonna be a big sister?”

“Yep.” You chimed in. “What do you think?”

“YAY!” She hugged her bear. “Is that why Uncle Dean was sad last night, mommy?” She asked innocently.
“No, sweetheart. That was a misunderstanding. Everything’s okay now.” You reassured her.

“It was my fault, sweetie.” Daryl quickly spoke. “But things are fine now.”

She grinned, wiggling in her seat. “Yay! I’m gonna be a big sister!” She sang happily, holding her bear.


Pacing your room, you fiddled with your fingers. It was the morning of your wedding, and when everyone else found out about the baby, plus you’d announce the sex of the baby, as well.

You were excited but you were also incredibly nervous. You weren’t sure how people would take the news, but you just kept reminding yourself that only your family’s opinion mattered. The wedding itself was causing you additional nerves, by the end of the day you would be Daryl’s wife. You weren’t sure how to process it all.

Hearing a knock on your door, you turned and quickly opened it. “Nervous, sweetheart?” Came John’s deep voice.

“A little, yeah.” You sighed. “That’s normal, right?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Completely.” He assured you.

“Have you spoken to Daryl? How’s he doing?  Is everything ready?” You started firing off questions.

“Sweetheart, calm down. Everything is fine. It’s ready.” He laughed. “Daryl’s ready. Dean and Sam are looking after Chey, making sure she doesn’t cause too much trouble.”

You let out a large sigh. “Thanks Dad. I just want this to be perfect.”

“It will be. I promise.” He took hold of your shoulders. “Nothing will ruin this day.”

Nodding, you took a deep breath. “Today everyone finds out about the baby. You excited to find out what it is?” You opted to change the subject.

He grinned. “I’ve been ready. Since the day you told me you were pregnant.” John said happily, kissing your forehead. “Now, let’s get you married.”

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Dale Cooper + Disheveled Hair

Sleep tight

“This is ridiculous!”

For once in his life, Harry heartily agreed with Malfoy. This really was ridiculous. What was Dumbledore thinking? True, things had gone a bit out of hand after the last Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin but that didn’t justify… this!

“How am I supposed to concentrate on my O.W.L.s when I have to put up with a bunch of pillocks?!”

“Stop complaining, Malfoy. It won’t change anything,” Terry Boot called from across the dorm. Their newly shared dorm. One student from each house, that was the new rule. Dumbledore had announced it two weeks ago and Harry’s only consolation was that he was still in Gryffindor tower, in his own bed, while the other Gryffindors had moved into other dorms.

Harry still wasn’t convinced this would do anything for house unity. So far, Malfoy had picked a fight with Terry every time they were in the same room and he had even tried to hex Justin Finch-Fletchley once. As much as it annoyed Harry, at least it diverted Malfoy’s attention away from him. He really wasn’t in the mood to fight. He missed Ron. Seeing him in classes but not sharing a dorm just wasn’t the same.

“Potter! Get your filthy Quidditch robes away from my bed,” Malfoy growled, nudging the red and gold robes on the floor with his foot. Harry rolled his eyes.

“Will you relax? They’re nowhere near your bed,” Harry said exasperatedly.

“They are on my side of the room. Have you forgotten everything I told you about boundaries?” Malfoy fumed, drawing an invisible line between their beds with his hand, as he had done on their first day as dormmates.

Harry heard Terry snort.

“You’re one to talk,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that”? Malfoy whirled around and gave Terry a dangerous look. Harry expected them to have another shouting match but Terry just shook his head and waved a dismissive hand in the air.

“If you have something to say, just say it!” Malfoy approached Terry, his hands on his hips.

“You of all people do not want me to say this out loud, believe me,” Terry said unblinking. Malfoy scrutinised him and Harry noticed a strange expression flicker across his face. “Unless you want to explain why these boundaries don’t seem to apply to you. Especially-”

“Are you trying to blackmail me? With something that you clearly imagined?” Malfoy interrupted him. His body was rigid and his face was inches away from Terry’s. The Ravenclaw smirked, his eyes darting over to Harry and then back to Malfoy.

“You know, Malfoy,” Terry said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, a smug expression on his face. “I always suspected you’d feel right at home in the Gryffindor dorms but I had no idea you’d get that cosy.”

Harry reacted on instinct when he saw Malfoy draw his wand. He grabbed his own from the nightstand and pointed it at Malfoy.

“Expelliarmus,” he yelled. Malfoy’s wand flew across the room and Harry caught it with his free hand. “Seriously, Malfoy? What is wrong with you?” Harry watched as Malfoy’s shoulders slightly slumped. Without another word he stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.

“What was that all about?” Harry murmured. He gave Terry a puzzled look. The Ravenclaw just sighed.

“Honestly, I don’t want to get in the middle of this, but Malfoy just… ugh!” Terry stomped his foot once and shook his head. “It’s really between the two of you.”

“The two of us?” Harry couldn’t imagine a scenario in which he and Malfoy could be referred to as ‘the two of you’. All he and Malfoy ever did was fight. Or ignore each other. Well, pretend to ignore each other would probably be more accurate.

“I really don’t want to be hexed in my sleep,” Terry groaned. “But… maybe try to be a bit more alert tonight, Harry. That’s all I’m going to say.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck, completely at loss.

“Okay,” he mumbled, wondering what on earth Terry was on about.


Draco sighed as he leaned his head against Harry’s nightstand. It really wasn’t fair. He watched as Harry’s chest rose and fell steadily, his face looking softer than ever in the moonlight. Why did he have to be so beautiful? Slowly, his fingers rose to Harry’s forehead to brush his bangs out of his face. He looked so peaceful.

It really wasn’t Draco’s fault he stayed up night after night to watch Harry sleep like a total creep. The first time it had happened, Draco had been wakened by a soft whimper. Investigating it further, he had seen Harry all sweaty and thrashing in his bed. Draco had intended to wake him, but as soon as he had leaned down, Harry had grabbed him and had pulled him down.

At first, Draco hadn’t been sure if Harry was awake or still asleep. He had gone very still when Harry had clutched at him until he had finally wrapped him in his arms and had almost strangled Draco. His face had been pressed against Harry’s chest, the Gryffindor’s heartbeat drumming against his cheek. It had been the most amazing thing Draco had ever felt.

He hadn’t dared to fall asleep that night. Seeing as Harry had finally calmed down with Draco in his arms, Draco had supposed it would be better to stay there until dawn. With Harry being restless in the bed beside him, he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep anyway.

After that, Draco had made a habit of watching Harry sleep. His touch seemed to calm the Gryffindor whenever he seemed to have a bad dream. But he hadn’t pulled Draco into his bed again. Draco didn’t want to admit to himself that he was secretly waiting for it to happen once more but he found himself leaning closer to his so-called enemy with every passing night.

As his fingers continued to stroke the soft curls, he frowned. No, Harry wasn’t his enemy at night. During the day, Draco kept up his snarky attitude and his animosity. But at night, there was no need for that. At night, he could simply stare at the boy who made his heart beat faster, who made his scalp prickle and who was responsible for the smile Draco had to hide once dawn was breaking.

Sometimes, Draco wished he didn’t have to hide it, could show it openly and let the stupid git know.

It really wasn’t fair.


Harry held his breath when he felt Malfoy’s fingers brush his ear. His heartbeat picked up instantly and he was pretty sure he was blushing. His cheeks suddenly felt really hot, as did the rest of his body.

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Let Me Show You

Author’s Note: I don’t where this came from but I’ve had this scenario in my head for days and I just had to write it. Sorry if there are any typos. I just wrote this on my phone in fit of passion. Also, I just started watching Hemlock grove so idk if I captured Roman’s character as well as I wanted, but oh well. Forgive me.

Rating: mature

Warnings: smut for smut’s sake



You were frustrated. You weren’t even convinced the word “frustrated” really encompassed the rage you felt towards yourself at this particular moment. It’s been awhile since your hands were able to get you off the way they used to. Recently, every time you were in the mood and you let your fingers slip down to your most sensitive spots, you would end up completely unsatisfied. No amount of flicks, tugs, or circular motions were enough to get you to the peek that you were desperately aching for. So it’s not even a surprise that you find yourself, once again, on your back and on the verge of tears.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon and you had the house completely to yourself. You thought that today would finally be the day you could reach that sweet high you’ve been craving. There was nothing pressing on your mind, no distractions, but after two hours of scrolling through endless porn videos and conjuring up every fantasy you ever had, it was still utterly pointless. So as you lay completely bare on your bed, throwing a tantrum, you were suddenly jolted from your thoughts by the doorbell. So with a huff, you pull yourself together enough to drag yourself to your front door.

And there he was.

The human embodiment of the sexual frustrations that have been pent up inside you in the form of a 6’4 man with the face sculpted by the gods themselves.

“What do you want Roman?” You say completely irritated. He was the absolute last person you wanted to see right now, especially now that the unstoppable throbbing between your legs somehow intensified even more since you left your room.

“Well, someone’s clearly happy to see me.” Roman teased, the corner of his full lips tugged into the infamous smirk that made every female within a ten-mile radius swoon. He pushed past you, and into your living room. The smell of his expensive designer cologne filled your lungs causing your eyes to drop for a second before looking back at him. He was completely unaware of the effect he had on you, but he could tell there was something off about you. Your breathing was heavier than usual and you were wearing a silk robe in the middle of the afternoon.

“So, what were you up to before I got here?” Roman asked as he circled mindlessly around the couch. Any other time you would be completely thrilled that he had come to you to spend his free time. But today was not one of those days. “Look Roman if you just want to shoot the shit, we do that another time. I’m busy,” you said bluntly. Roman spun around on his heels. He wasn’t used to you acting so unwelcoming, usually, you were the first person he could go to if he just needed someone to listen to him. He stepped up to you, so close his chest was almost next to yours. He took one of his long fingers and grazed it gracefully across your cheek. His big green eyes looking down at you, as if he’s never truly looked at you before.

“You know you can tell me anything. I’ve trusted you with more than anyone should. Let me be here for you.” He whispered quietly. You never felt so embarrassed in your whole life. Roman was here for you, willing to be your confidant, and the only reason you kept barking at him was because you couldn’t get yourself off.

“Roman, please. I can’t talk to you about this” you told him, backing away from him. However, he was able to grab onto your arm and bring you back into his space. Once again locking eyes. “I said anything,” he repeated slowly. Not being able to handle the intensity of his gaze, you looked down and whispered something he wasn’t able to catch. He leaned down, his ear now closer to your lips. “Come again?”

“God Damn it, Roman! I can’t get myself off, ok!” You yell at him. He shakes his head and you notice that he’s chuckling. “Are you laughing at me? See this is why I shouldn’t tell you shit. Everything’s a joke to yo-“ you were cut off by a swift movement. Before you were able to follow him, Roman has your back pushed against his chest and he begins kissing your temple. “Let me show you” he whispered. “I can help.” He pushed your hair away from your neck, tracing the length of it with his fingers. “Please?” He begged. Having little self-restraint, and feeling tired of losing the endless battle with your body, you willingly accept his offers.

He takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom. Once there he kisses your hand before promising to return. You start pacing as you wait, wondering if this was a terrible idea and if an orgasm was really worth sacrificing your friendship over. But when he comes back to your room, carrying the full-length mirror from the bathroom, you were intrigued. He gently places it in front of your bed.

“Come here,” he says softly. You did as he asks and drags his hand from your collarbone and up your neck, forcing you to look up at him. He captures your lips in a kiss. His lips were so warm and soft that you could feel yourself melting in his arms. You feel his other hand move down to the tie of your robe, undoing it swiftly, and letting the silky black material fall off your body. He breaks the kiss the look down at you before looking back up at you through his thick lashes.

“A body like yours should never go unsatisfied.” His compliment made your heart race and you were more eager than ever to get his hands on you. You wasted no time pushing off his blazer and untucking his white v neck from his slacks. You loved the way he dressed. He was the perfect combination of sexy, classy and dangerous. But as of right now, all you wanted was to see these designer clothes littered across your hardwood floors. Once he was completely bare, he took the time to take off his newest watch, an investment you couldn’t even imagine making.

“Don’t want to get this wet.” He explained, placing the piece with his ring on the dresser. Then turned back to face her. And you couldn’t help but moan out loud at the sight. He was flawless. Every part of him was better than the fantasies you created in your head. “I want you, Roman. God, I want you.” You confessed. You started kissing down the smooth planes of his chest, lowering yourself with every peck. But before you could reach the place you wanted to go the most, Roman stopped you.

“I’m here for you.” He reminded you. Taking your hand and led you down to the floor. He moved your bodies so that his back was against the end of the bed, and your back was placed against his chest. He shifted beneath you slipping his long legs beneath yours and opened your legs. Looking into the mirror in front of you, you were displayed perfectly for him.

“I want you to watch me. You need to learn how to take care of this pretty little pussy of yours” he whispered into your ears. His fingers traced the outline of your lips and you let the long digits slipped through. “There’s a good girl.” He removed his fingers and brought them down your nipple. Circling around it so lightly, it almost tickled before roughly pulling on it, cause you to let out a gasp. He smiled at you through the reflection before continuing his ministrations. He lazily moved downwards until he got to where you really needed him. You were rolling your hips against him, not being able to sit still with his teasing. His fingers dragged slowly up from your wet opening to your clit. Then he starts circling around it at a slow and rhythmic pace.

“You like that?” He asked. He got his answer in the form of a soft moan. You reached behind you so you can grab his chocolate locks. Roman start nipping at your neck, finding the sensitive spot beneath your ear quite easily. He slid his other hand away from your nipple and down to your opening. Slipping two of his long and skillful fingers inside you. You had heard the rumors of the magical Roman fingers. But when he curved them to hit your spot so perfectly you almost screamed, you realized they were true.

“Look at yourself. You needed this didn’t you? You’re soaked.” You looked at yourself and you got the first glimpse of what he was capable of. Your whole body was on fire and your heaving chest and erect nipples were showing it. “I’m so close Roman. Please don’t stop.” You begged, grinding yourself harder against his length and his fingers. His legs kept you opened for him as both his hands worked tirelessly to get you off.

“Come on baby. Let it go for me, I know you can.” He encouraged. You reached the hand that wasn’t pulling at his hair to squeeze your own nipple. And with a few more seconds of stimulation your back arched away from his chest as your realase finally came. “Roman!” you screamed in ecstasy. Your orgasm hit you so hard that your whole body started convulsing. Roman’s hand slipped out of you and held you to his chest as his fingers kept circling around your clit, helping your release last as long as possible.

When your body finally stopped shaking, you slumped against his chest. You were completely spent. All those weeks of pent frustrations were finally gone and you never felt more relaxed. You turned back to look at Roman, his beautiful green eyes were completely blown.

“Do you want me to…” you trailed off. He shook his head and embarrassingly looked down at himself. “I already did.” You turned around to see he was right. The evidence was coated aross his chest and your back. You giggled a little. “The great sex god, Roman Godfrey, just came from having a girl grind on him?” You said teasingly. He lifted himself off the floor, shaking his head defensively. “You don’t get it. Watching a girl cum for you is just as sexy as getting blown. Especially if the girl is as gorgeous as you are.”

You made your way to your bed and by the time you got comfortable, Roman was back with a warm towel. Once you two were cleaned up, you guys made yourself comfortable on the bed. And with your head on chest and his hands in your hair, you let a “thank you” slip from your lips. You were so tired, you’re sure you imagined him saying “I’d do anything for you”.

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Worlds 2017

Post FD hug <3

— lit me up | (m)

pairing— kim namjoon x reader, author! namjoon
genre/warnings— smut, slight angst, romance
words— 9,222

:: summary— you find yourself becoming captivated by a mysterious, handsome author, but you may have bitten off more than you can chew…

note— extracts taken from the bts highlight reels, found here and the serendipity lyrics, found here. Inspired by the song found here.

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wnder-luust  asked:

For a prompt, if you want, maybe lance finding out that keith was going to sacrifice himself? I absolutely adore your writing, keep up the awesomeness!! ❤️

You guys ready to get fucking emo?

“Alright, this is it.” Shiro’s voice comes through Lance’s helmet, sounding tinny and distant. Red lands on the chunk of meteor below. It rumbles when the other lions land next to them. 

Lance looks out into the emptiness of space. It’s particularly devoid here, with no planets and barely any stars visible. A sensible meeting spot with Lotor then.

“Allura, have you recharged the castle? We need to have wormholes operational in case this meeting goes south.”

“All set, Shiro.” Allura confirms.

“What do you guys know about this Prince?” Matt’s voice comes through. Lance can just make out his figure disembarking the rebels’ ship and walking out onto the meteor.

“He’s slimy and we don’t like him.” Lance answers for everyone. There’s a hum of agreement. 

Despite their victory, there has been little time to celebrate. Lotor’s interference and want for a meeting has made things tense. And the Voltron coalition has decided to act quickly, rather than agonise for days about what to do. The more they wait, the more time they give Lotor to perfect whatever scheme this is. The team is still exhausted from their fight and their unease is palatable.

But Lance feels his gut twist for a different reason.

Lance pats Red’s dashboard before he exits and starts to walk towards the castle. He sees Shiro, Pidge and Matt up ahead, as well as Kolivan and some other blades. Lance’s gaze trains on the smallest one, who barely comes up to Kolivan’s bicep, and starts to rush forward. He grabs Keith’s elbow and turns his scowl into a perfected smile.

“Hey man! Fancy seeing you here!” He chuckles. Keith’s surprised expression melts into a fond smile. 

“Lance, good to see you’re ok.”

“Of course! Nothing lays a hand on this sharpshooter!” Lance winks and clicks his tongue. 

“Of course.” Keith sighs. 

Lance lifts his gaze for a moment and meets Shiro’s. His perfected smile falters. Shiro nods. Then turns away. 

“We should head on board to form an escape plan.” Shiro announces. The rebels and Blades follow his lead. Lance snatches Keith’s arm again.

“Hey, quickly, do you wanna visit Red? I think she misses you.”

“Wha…? Lance we gotta…?”

“Shiro, I’m just taking Keith to see Red.” Lance ignores Keith’s protests and mumbles quickly into his helmet’s communicator.

“Go.” Shiro replies.

Lance beams and starts to pull Keith away.

“It’ll only take a second! Come one! Or are you too good for her now that you’re a blade?” Lance sneers. That has Keith rising to his taunts. He sneers.

“I don’t think that!”

“Ah, well you better come with me then.” Lance sighs. With a devilish smirk he takes Keith’s hands and starts to run across the rocky meteor surface. It feels good to get his heart rate up and burn through some of the residual adrenaline still in his veins. He laughs and hears Keith chuckle just behind him. Keith starts to pick up his pace and the two race to Red’s feet. Lance wins. Barely. And crashes against Red’s legs.

“You’re legs are longer.” Keith pants.

“My armour’s heavier.” Lance heaves. “Just admit that I’m better.”

“Never.” Keith hisses, but the corners of his mouth quirk into a smile. 

“Well I guess we just have to leave it to the ultimate judge.” Lance stands upright and begins to control his breathing. He knocks against Red’s leg and looks up towards her imposing head.

“Hey Red! Which one of us is better?!” Lance shouts. He wraps an arm around Keith’s shoulders and pulls him close. “Me?! Or this reckless asshole?!” He laughs. Keith shimmies out of his hold.

“I don’t think she’ll answer.”

“Oh no she definitely did. She definitely told me to call you an idiot.”

“She’d never do that.”

“Oh really? Well that’s super funny because she totally just did?” 

“You’re an idiot.” Keith shakes his head. “Look, I need to…”

“Keith…” Lance’s voice drops low and his facade crumbles. He levels Keith with a serious expression, uncharacteristic of the normally exuberant boy who loves to joke and bat his long eyelashes. It fills Keith with dread. He freezes.

“Keith… before… out there when we couldn’t get past that battleship’s shields…” Lance casts his eyes to the ground. His fingers wring together. “You said you would bring it down. You would handle it. Obviously Lotor got there before you, but…”

He picks up his gaze. Keith cowers under the weight of it.

“What was your plan?”

The question hangs in the air. Lance waits patiently as Keith’s mouth slackens. He opens and closes it, but no noise comes out.

“What was your plan, Keith?” Lance asks more aggressively. He steps in close. Keith scowls.

“Why do you want to know?” He spits.

“Because I think I know what it was. I don’t know if anyone else has, but I think I know what you were thinking and so help me Keith…” Lance’s words are poisonous. His fists shake at his sides. 

“If you sacrifice yourself for some stupid…!”

“It wasn’t stupid!” Keith snaps. Lance jumps back. 

“We had to get that shield down. If we didn’t then millions of people would have died! I had to do something! I’m not more important than anyone else!” Keith’s chest heaves and his voice cracks. His eyes narrow with determination. 

“If I have to die to save others than I’ll do it!”

Lance slaps Keith.

Hard.

Straight across the face with a deafening clap.

Keith goes cold. He stares at the ground where his vision was knocked until he hears sniffling. He dares to glance up.

Lance holds himself as he trembles violently. Tears stream down his cheeks and weak sobs wrack his thin frame. Keith’s cheek still throbs.

“You are more important.” He cries. “You’re more important to us. You’re more important to me.” He thumps his chest and finally looks into Keith’s eyes. Keith forgets how to breathe. 

“Can’t you understand that? Can’t you understand that if you die…” Lance’s voice cracks every which way, but he pushes on. “… You think we could go on? You think Shiro could keep fighting? You think I…”

Keith remembers how to move his feet. He feels like he’ll burst into tears at any moment, but miraculously, he keeps himself from shattering. He steps close to Lance and dares to touch him. His hands move down Lance’s forearms until their fingers entangle. Their foreheads touch. Lance lets out a deep exhale.

“I couldn’t go on, Keith. It would ruin me.” He confesses. Keith squeezes his hands.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ll kill you, Keith. I’ll fucking kill you if you try that shit again.” Lance’s hands move to Keith’s back and he holds him like he might fall. Keith grips Lance’s armour just as desperately. He rubs his face against Lance’s chest and finally lets the tears fall.

“I know you would.”

“I’m not joking. I’ll fucking kick your ass.” Lance sighs. “Or worse… I’ll get Kolivan to ground you.” He weakly chuckles. Keith smiles and laughs with him. He giggles through his tears.

They don’t let go of each other for a long time. 

Saying Things

Peter Parker x Reader

So this is for the precious, most adorable person @dej-okay because she deserves only good things.

Summary: You’d lost count of how many times you’d thought of kissing him. You had never let yourself imagine that maybe, he thought of it, too.

“Or how badly I’ve wanted you like this,” and he didn’t have to explain what he meant…”

Warnings: None. Just A LOT OF FLUFF AND CHEDDAR CHEESE. Words: 3.6k


“Parker,” you cautioned as he not-so-gingerly picked up the beaker that was mostly full of blue liquid that resembled and even smelt a little like Windex, shaky hands bringing it over to your side of the lab table, mixture sloshing around the insides, goggles beginning to steam up around his eyes from how heavily he was breathing, tiny rogue hairs from fallen waves at his forehead fluttering as warm puffs of air escaped from the spaces between funny eye wear.

It had taken the two of you nearly half an hour to mix the contents in said beaker just right, waiting for the telltale appearance of that crystal blue to color the glass and signal the correct chemical change.

You’d both laughed excitedly as you’d watched with anxious eyes, two pairs of goggles level with the table; forgetting that you were still holding glass tubes and going in for a high five, catching yourself with a sheepish expression just in time. He’d offered an air five instead.

“Peter, carefully,” you urged when the clumsy boy caught a sneakered foot on the corner of the table, neon blue peeking at the edge of its container as it swayed inside, nearly raining down on top of the shiny black below it.

“I know, I know, I’ve got this,” a tiny smirk following his words, and you found yourself believing him despite the sound of glass clanking together as he began pouring that blue liquid into the compound you’d just finished mixing up. The puffs of air fogging up both of your goggles stopped as blue hit green and you held your breaths, the whole feel of him changing when that red precipitate formed in uneven clumps at the bottom of the beaker. Bubbly laughter spilled from his lips in a rush of air as the tension released from his lungs and the smile that lit up the whole of his face kept you from doing the same, kept you from breathing, and you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to bring yourself to draw air into tingling lungs again if he were going to smile like that around you, at you.

Because he was looking at you with the sun in his eyes and happiness making up the whole of his features in a way that warmed your heart entirely and made your body feel sluggish and uneven like the mess of chemicals in that beaker. The longer you looked, the more aware you became of how the color of your cheeks must match the color of that clump, and oh, but his eyes were glowing, and you were glowing, and his lips were pink and stretched prettily across white, mostly-even teeth in that charming way that only his lips could.

And that was the first time you realized that Peter Parker was someone that you could kiss. Peter Parker was someone you wanted to be kissing.

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By Heart [ II ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 7.7k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

By Heart Masterlist

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

The rain dripped across the glass windshield of the baby blue car parked in the middle of the street. It created tiny puddles on the dark concrete, pools of the liquid spilling along the curb, surging towards your feet. The headlights were illuminating the space in front of the car, the raindrops speeding by in the lit beams. Kyungsoo’s eyes were hard as he rolled down the window of the car, hair covered by a baseball cap as he stared off into the distance around you, tongue poking out to lick his lips once as he exhaled. His hand extended from the window, the water spotting his palms and turning the skin slick as his eyes floated shut, chest deflating.

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Imagine Dean meeting your parents while you spend the weekend in your old home and realizing he wants to have a family with you.

“De-Dean” a whimper left your lips even if you meant to say it in a completely different way “Dean please, we- we can’t. Not again.” a small whine left your lips when his lips actually detached from the skin of your neck even if that was the exact thing you were asking him.

“Sweetheart, are you really telling me you don’t want it?” he said with a smirk, looking up at you through his eyelashes before he kissed back your collarbone and you let a small groan, mixing with a moan when his lips started trailing down.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” you whined softly, still arching your back upwards to press yourself closer to him “But D, you- you know we-” you gasped softly when you felt him bite you, his face inching closer to your chest as his hands worked one on the bra and the other on your panties, which by the way were the only things you were wearing. Not for long, though.

“We can’t do it now.” you said with a moan and he pulled away, looking down at you “My parents are gonna hear us.” you bit your lip.

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BTS reaction | you’re surprised they’ve never had sex

BTS reactions to their S/O being surprised that they’ve never had sex
 NSFW-ish

Thanks for requesting, big-love-for-bts! I hope this is what you’re looking for.


Seokjin | ᴊɪɴ
“Hey, jagi?”
“Yes, oppa?”
“You’ve had sex before, right?”
You nod. You’d mentioned this to Jin before, but lately it seems like this has been on his mind a lot. The two of you hadn’t had sex before, and so far you hadn’t really talked about changing it, but this might be his way of hinting at it.
“And you, oppa?” You ask innocently, completely expecting him to answer the same.
“I am.” 
“… Eh?”
“I am, jagi. And I want my first time to be with you.”
Jin was so sweet and romantic even at the most unexpected times. You couldn’t help but blush as the magnitude of his words hit you. You were flattered.
“I’d be honored, Jinnie.”

Originally posted by rapdaegu

Yoongi | sᴜɢᴀ
"Eh!? You’re a virgin, Yoongi?” Your boyfriend looks a little uncomfortable, but he remains prideful as he says “So what? Are you surprised?” You give him an exhasperated glance. “You’re so sexy on stage! And the way you kiss me? I guess I wasn’t expecting it.” You respond.

He gives you a heated glace that holds your attention. Your body feels warmer, and you’re shocked once again how someone with no sexual experince can have such a lusty aura. He puts his hand on your neckand pulls your face close to his. His breath tickles your skin as he says, “We could always change that.”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Hoseok | ᴊ-ʜᴏᴘᴇ

You and Hoseok had stayed up until the early hours of the morning working on choreo for an upcoming music video. When the two of you finally finished, he offered to have you sleep over with him. Since everyone else was asleep and he shared a room with Jimin, the two of you decided to just share Hobi’s bed. You fell asleep in a thin tank top and short shorts. He slept in pajama pants.

In the morning, you woke up to whispers. “Did they have sex while I was sleeping in the next bed” “I doubt it. They probably did it before they got in here.” “They were in the practice room for a really long time…”

You opened your eyes to find the entirety of Bantan in Hobi and Jimin’s room. “Oh! Y/N’s awake. How was last night?” Jimin asks suggestively. You’re groggy and end up glancing around the room in lieu of answering him. “Our Hope is all grown up now, finally losing his virginity to Y/N.”

That gets your attention. And apparently it’s enough to wake your partner too. “Can you guys go away? Me and Y/N didn’t do anything last night, and if we did, it’s not your business!” His outburst is enough to get everyone to disperse, and when he turns over in bed to cuddle you and get some more sleep, he notices that you’re not responding as he expected. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re a virgin, Hobi?” You ask.

He looks shy as he looks up at you. “That’s okay, right?”

Originally posted by jeonyween

Namjoon | ʀᴍ

Things with you and Namjoon had been getting hotter and hotter recently. You were pretty sure that the two of you would end up having sex the next time you were alone, so it didn’t surprise you to find him climbing on top of you as you laid back on your bed. He kissed down your neck and fondled your chest as you wrapped your arms around him.The hand on your chest moved down your torso to play with the hem of your shirt before pulling it off your body. He immediately pulled off his own, and held you close. You felt his hardness against you.

“I’m a virgin, but I want this.”

“You sure surprised me!”

“Is it okay?”

“Yes, Namjoon. Please,” You breathed impatiently.

“I want you.” He said through lust filled eyes.

“Then take me.”

Originally posted by jeonyween

Jimin
“Wait, what?” You ask after your boyfriend announces to you that he’s never had sex before. “I’ve never done it before, jagi. Please don’t make fun of me.” Honestly you’re surprised. The two of you were discussing whether you two were ready and interested in being intimate with each other in that way when it came up. You had initially been intending to discuss your insecurity with him, but were blindsided by his confession. Jimin reached for your hand and the two of you laced fingers. He looks small and embarrassed. “I just want to be sure I can make you feel good, Y/N.”

Before he can get too down on himself you let him know that while you’ve done this before, you’re still insecure too. You tell him that everyone is different. He seems to perk up to this. “So we can figure each other out, right jagi?”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Taehyung | ᴠ
You and Taehyung were on the couch in your apartment as an abandoned sitcom played in the background. He sat beneath you as your legs straddled him, his hands climbed up your back under the thin fabric of your shirt. The sound of your feverish kisses and heavy breaths drowned out the laugh track. The two of you separated for a moment, and a soft moan left your mouth before he covered his lips with yours again, kissing you quiet. You could feel him growing hard under you when it hit you that this was the first time things had got this heated with him. Your boyfriend seemed to think of this at the same time as he separated his lips from yours.

“I’ve never done this before,” his deep voice sounding even deeper from your previous activity. The sound was distractinng before you even realized what he’d said. “Huh?”

“I said I’ve never had sex before. I want to, have sex with you that is. But I want you to know that I’m new to this.”

You were shocked. He’s so sexy on stage, so confident and so sensual. “O-oh. I- that’s okay, Tae.” You manage you say.

He gives you a boxy smile before he runs his lips across your neck. “Good.”

Originally posted by gwiyongie

Jungkook

The conversation began when you offhandedly mentioned that you didn’t expect Jungkook to have anything to worry about when the two of you finally had sex for the first time if his performance aura was anything to go off of. Your boyfriend got quiet for a moment after that before finally saying “I’m a virgin, Y/N.” Oh! You were surprised. He radiated sexy confidence on stage, so you naturally thought he’d had experience.

“Ah, well when I think about it, Kookie, I guess that makes sense too.”

“You’re not disappointed?” He was self-conscious about it, of course. This wasn’t uncommon for him since you tended to have more experience than he did in a lot of things. He was younger than you after all. And you weren’t disappointed - you were honored that he’d even be interested in sharing that time with you.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies


Author’s Note: This ended up being a little bit more them just telling you they were sexually inexperienced than their reaction to you being surprised by it. I hope that’s still okay. I honestly think they’d all act similarly to that expectation since they’re clearly aware of how people see them. I hope you guys like these. 

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Freckles, Flaws, and First Steps

Wow my title isn’t one word for once. This is a one-shot for the below prompt from @alexandrbello which I got a while ago. Sorry for just posting this now, my life has been w i l d. Hopefully you guys are glad to see some writing!

AU where lance had freckles but is ashamed of them so he hides them and then he runs out of whatever he covered himself with and anxiety, then keith comfort and klance, lots of klance please, thanks

You got it.


Lance had always been an outdoorsy kid.

It wasn’t surprising, considering how close his house was to the beach. Growing up, the ocean was practically part of his backyard.

No matter what, if Lance wasn’t at school or doing any number of chores, he could be found at the beach. Rain or shine, night and day, whatever the circumstance, no one could stand between him and the shore.

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Breaking the Rules - part 4

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:1,835

Warnings: the usual more or less

A/N: Fluff! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by jaebummochi

You closed the bedroom door behind you, your eyes roaming the room for your bag. Once you saw it, you made a beeline for the small walk-in wardrobe near the window and squatted down. You fished down at the bottom of your bag and pulled out Bucky’s book. Skimming through the pages, you found the page where he mentioned Dot.

I met Dot in high school. We broke up six years ago.

“Okay, not helpful,” you mumbled to yourself.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, you put the book back in your bag when voices caught your attention. The window was slightly open and you could hear Bucky and Henry talking in the garden. When you heard your name, you tried to peek through the window.

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A month ago I was at a con and some lady had her 2 yo daughter there. Well two deadpools were walking down the hallway, one woman and one man, and the 2 yo went up and started inspecting their belts and stuff and both Deadpools stopped to let her do it. She looked at their belt items for 10 minutes, then stood in front of the guy and stared. He stared back for a while until she pointed to his chest. He seemed surprised for a moment, then pulled out a random banana under his arm.

She jumped up and down in excitement and ate the banana after her mom peeled it for her. Idk why I thought of this right now, but if that doesn’t describe Deadpool as a whole, I don’t know what does.

anonymous asked:

how about a bts reaction to y/n getting out of the shower and purposely dropping her towel trying to get their attention because they've been working all day? (only of you feel up to it!!! i totally understand if you'd rather rest💕) shy anon~🐻

Im going to tweet this juust a tad.


Jin:

His eyes would immediately widen and he’d be out of his seat so fast. ‘Y/n what are you doing?’ He’d say looking around even though there wasnt anyone else there. ‘Nothing.’ You’d say turning your back to walk back into the bedroom. He’d pick up your towel and follow you into the bedroom. He’d wait for you to say something but as you purposely took your time looking through his collection of t-shirts he wouldn’t be able to wait much longer and would walk up behind you and spin you around so he could kiss you with your back now pressed against the wall.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi:

He’d know you were upset that he was in the studio all day, but you swore you understood. Still it had been a week too long without being intimate. He would smile seeing you surprising him and would instantly put his pen down and turn to you. But his smile would fall slightly as you locked the door behind you and turned off the over head light so just the lamps in the corners made things visible. He is slight frown would turn into a smirk as he watched you untie the belt of your jacket. 'I saw this done in a movie once.’ you’d say softly getting nervous as the jacket fell to the floor. He would have forgotten all about his work and turn to give you his full attention.

Originally posted by meanyoongis

Namjoon:

He promised you he would never bring work home with him, it was enough that he was spending extra hours in the studio but to bring it home with him made you worry for his health. He needed a break to regroup. When you got out of the shower you could hear him in the living room, smiling that he was finally home, but when you walked out to see biting on the end of a pen and staring at his lyric book. 'Joon…’ You said startling him a little and making him look up to you. 'Im so close babe, please.’ He said knowing the rule. You looked him and crossed your arms over your body. You stood there and watched him for another minute before dropping your towel. When he didnt notice after another moment you put your hands on your hips and cleared your throat. 'Namjoon.’ The moment he saw you he’d stand up and hit his knee on the table before half limping over to you. 'I might have to bring work home more often.’

Originally posted by huykkwon

Hoseok:

He was late but you didnt mind. He was working hard and you were just happy he was sleeping all night and eating well. But when he came home an hour later than he was supposed to you he surprised you with the way he was already laying on your bed causing you to drop your towel. 'Wow.’ He’d say in a long excited voice. 'You scared me that was an accident!’ You said reaching down to grab the towel. As you stood up wrapping it around your body he’d approach you and pull it off again. 'You know I’m tired, but not that tired.’ He’d say with a wink.

Originally posted by jminies

Jimin:

He was in your living room with Jungkook, Taehyung and Jin practicing when you stepped out of the shower. You loved the boys but it was late and you were naked and just wanted to get a cookie and get to bed. Not caring, since they were the ones intruding in your apartment, you walked in your towel to the kitchen, waving as they sent you hellos. From the fridge you could see Jimin looking at you disappointed that you would walk out of your room in a towel but his face immediately flushed and turned to shock when you opened the towel and wiggled your body at him, closing it just before the other boys noticed. As you walked back into your room you heard Jimin kicking the others out, making you smile before he was running in behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

Originally posted by ji-hope

Taehyung:

He didnt mean to be on the phone with his manager so long, it just happened. Dinner was cold, you were showered and now walking out of the room in nothing but your towel to see if he was finally done. 'Tae?’ You said crossing your arms, it was way to late for this. When he held up a finger to you your eyes rolled and you looked around you before smiling smugly and opening your towel, waiting for him to look at you. When he did all he could say was a, 'I have to go.’ Before hanging up and closing the space between you two.

Originally posted by taefu

Jungkook:

He didnt mean to take over your bedroom, its just it was a lot bigger than his and you had a full sized mirror. You gave him an hour while you showered to blast their music to work on his choreography but when he was still turning and hip thrusting when you got out of the shower you told him it was time to turn it off. 'Just ten more minutes, please.’ he begged. You sighed and looked at him before undoing your towel. 'Thats to bad, Im ready now.’ You pouted letting the towel fall and laughing slightly as you got in bed at Jungkooks wide eyed look. He immediately came up behind you and fell on the bed with you in his arms. 'Kook your sweaty.’ 'And ill be even sweatier when I’m done with you.’

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Tough Guy (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 3,296

Summary: A relaxing morning with boyfriend Yoongi takes a different turn when he discovers your love for Yoongi x reader smut…

With the windows in the living room slightly open, the sound of birds chirping sweetly outside could be heard from your position on the sofa. You were currently lying back with your feet propped up on Yoongi’s – your boyfriend – lap, feeling content as you watched him concentrate on the game he was playing on your phone.

Although it was only midday, being with him like this always made you feel comfortable enough to close your eyes and sleep for a little while.

Yoongi stuck his tongue out a bit as he focused intently, his eyes practically unblinking. You watched him with a wide smile, wondering if there was anything that could make you happier than moments like this.

So sleepy, you thought absently, your eyes fluttering closed despite your protests – the warmth of Yoongi’s hoodie and his presence were making it all too easy.

You were contemplating snuggling closer to him to watch him play when he suddenly gasped – a kind of choked sound that you rarely heard from him – and then he was staring at you with this surprised look on his face that jolted you out of your sleep completely.

“What is it?” you asked, fearful of his answer. A bad feeling settled into your stomach when you realised that you hadn’t closed down your tabs before handing him your phone, and you remembered with a surge of panic the smut you had been reading earlier… “Oh, God. What is it?”.

“Y/N…”. He was speaking quietly, reading something on your phone. You noticed that the tips of his ears and his cheeks were red, and he gave an awkward cough before he spoke. “I… didn’t realise I was dating such a naughty girl”.

“Oh my god, Yoongi!”. You threw the nearest cushion over your face and fell back against the rest, your entire body flooded with embarrassment. You’d never really known how it felt to want the ground to swallow you whole until right now, especially when Yoongi started to laugh. “Please tell me this is just a nightmare!”.

“Nope. It’s real”. He glanced at you and laughed again. “Do you always read things like this?”. He didn’t even sound like he was teasing you. That made it so much worse.

“Can we please not have a conversation about this?” you asked, your voice muffled by the cushion.

“I just found out that my girlfriend reads porn about me… so we’re talking about it,” he said matter-of-factly. You could feel his eyes on you now, but you knew that the second you looked at him, you would surely die from humiliation.

Always close your tabs before handing over your phone! your inner voice screamed.

“If you don’t want to talk about it,” he began in that low, bored voice. “I’ll just have to read it and find out for myself-“.

“Give me my phone back!” you demanded, lunging for it frantically; you hadn’t read the whole thing yet, but you were acutely aware of how weird some of these fanfictions could get, and that wasn’t something you needed Yoongi to see. Definitely not. Never.

Laughing, Yoongi pulled away from you without much effort.

Oh, Yoongi, harder,” he read aloud in a high-pitched voice. You hid your face in your hands and thought about how nice it would be to just disappear right now. “Yoongi picked up the pace, smashing into you”. You heard him hesitate. He was probably making that unimpressed face. “Smashing?”.

“A lot of fans write these kind of things about you and the other members,” you tried to explain, keeping your eyes trained on the hem of his t-shirt and the way it rolled up to expose his skin whenever he stretched. “I just wanted to read some… please stop teasing me about it? I think I’m going to die”.

Yoongi frowned, looking at you properly – it was like you were blushing everywhere. Your head hung down as though you were ashamed, and you fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie as you waited for him to say something. His brown eyes were focused on the way you held your lip between your teeth. He kept imagining you lying there, reading things like this. He wondered if it made you feel good to think of him touching you like that even when he wasn’t there, and the thought made him proud.

“Did you finish reading it?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“No”. You stopped yourself from saying ‘not yet’, knowing it would just start up another round of teasing.

“Hm”. He breathed deeply, coming to some sort of decision. “How about I read it to you?”. Finally, you bought your eyes – which had widened considerably – up to meet with his. To your utter shock, the expression on Yoongi’s familiar and handsome face was serious, no hint of a smile anywhere.

“That…”. He tilted his head to the side, confused by your stuttering.

“That what?”.

“That would be too embarrassing, Yoongi,” you told him. You tried to think of a clever way to change the subject, but he got there before you, interrupting your mindless chatter with his deep voice.

“Maybe we should just act it out instead, then”. Your breath hitched in your throat, his words sinking into you within seconds. The look on his face was lust masked as boredom, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of his tongue as it swiped across his lower lip.

You’d known for a long time that he enjoyed flustering you, but you hadn’t realised that it turned him on.

“I…”. You weren’t about to disagree, and he knew it.

“Come here”. His low, quiet voice made you shiver as you crawled over the short distance to him, straddling his lap in an instant. The movement made his hoodie - which was much too big for you - ride up over your ass, exposing your lacy underwear to Yoongi’s delight.

He pulled you closer to him at the waist, and the two of you released a sigh at the contact your bodies were making.

He was looking up at you in a sort of wonder, and you smiled as you kissed him, gently at first, simply enjoying the softness of it, the way everything made sense again as soon as your lips touched. But then Yoongi’s large hands were on your ass, squeezing it playfully but still hard enough to make you react.

You rested your hands against the cushion behind his head and moaned softly as you started to buck your hips forward, needing more of him. The feeling of his cock against your heat - despite the layers of clothing between you - was making your body sing.

Yoongi didn’t say anything; he just grunted and leaned his head back, consumed by the pleasure of being close to you. Even over his sweatpants, he could feel your warmth. But it was the sight of you moving against him, the way your breaths came uneven, the tiny whimpering sounds you made… he didn’t know he could want someone as much as this, in as many ways as he wanted you.

“Oh…”. You picked up your pace, your mouth parted delicately, pleasure shooting through you and resting in your core. “I’m…”. Yoongi contemplated it – seeing you come undone on top of him after using him to get off like that… He liked the thought a lot, but he wanted more. He didn’t want it to be so easy for you.

“Hey, we’re doing it wrong”. He pushed you off his lap and you flopped onto the sofa beside him, already staring daggers at him.

“What the fuck?!”.

“We’re doing it wrong,” he said again, as if that made it okay. He showed you the screen of your phone, acting as though he wasn’t just as caught up in that as you were. He was so good at pretending he wasn’t bothered by anything, whilst you were still breathing like a maniac, your mouth still parted in expectation. “We’re following these instructions”.

“They’re not instructions, you loser”. But you took your phone from him and read. Even still, you were a little embarrassed about the whole ordeal. You couldn’t even believe this had happened. “We’re supposed to be on the bed,” you told him, and he nodded as if to say ‘of course’. “And you’re supposed to be on top”.

“So do they just magically end up in the bedroom?” he asks, leaning over to peek at the screen as you scroll down, his hair tickling your cheek.

“No,” you deadpan. “You’re supposed to carry me in”.

“That’s ridiculous”.

“You’re the one who wants to act it out!”. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he sighed as if it was some massive task, continuing to read. An amused smile lit up his face.

“All you say is ‘Yoongi, ah!’”.

“I don’t sound like that”. He shrugs, and now you want to tease him in the way he’s been teasing you. “Well, you’re supposed to be a tough guy”. For dramatic effect, you waited a second before scoffing loudly. Yoongi, of course, looked instantly offended.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice cold. “You don’t think I can be a tough guy?”. You gave him your best ‘do I really need to answer that question?’ look, and he narrowed his eyes, totally unamused.

“I just can’t imagine you saying ‘Look at me. These lips are mine. This body is mine. You are mine’”. You burst out laughing as soon as you said it, but he knew you were only teasing. He had definitely said something along those lines multiple times before, and both of you were well aware.

“Maybe you’ll be surprised”.

“I’d like to be surprised,” you replied evenly. He watched your face for a moment, and you stared back, already wanting to feel him in ways you couldn’t say out loud.

Wordlessly, your boyfriend stood up, stretching out before scooping you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and tried not to get lost in his scent, keeping your eyes on his as he carried you into the bedroom without a sound.

Throwing you back onto the bed so that you bounced more than once on the mattress, Yoongi stood back and watched as you pulled his hoodie up – slowly and dramatically – over your head. He was hard from the moment you had straddled him, but now his cock was throbbing against its restraints when he thought of what was to come.

“Is this sexy?” you asked with false innocence, unclasping your bra and throwing it to one side. You ran a hand through your hair and watched for his reaction, satisfied at the tent you could see inside his sweatpants. “Do you like this, Yoongi?”. You fluttered your eyelashes, but he just rolled his eyes at your antics.

“Stick to the script,” he told you, but he was palming himself, biting his lip. You sat on your knees and ran a hand down your body, sneaking it under the hem of your underwear and sighing as you touched your now sensitive clit.

You really liked the way he was watching you rub your hand against your clit. Yoongi was wondering why it was so hot to see you touch yourself like that.

“That feels so good, Yoongi”.

Fuck, Y/N”. You loved it when he cursed in that low voice of his. You wanted him all over you, but you liked the idea of being especially submissive today – just like in the smut – so you leant forward until you were on all-fours.

He stepped forward a little, pulling off his t-shirt and tugging down his sweatpants until his cock sprang free. Your eyes roamed over his body before landing on his own eyes, and the intense way in which he stared at you almost made you moan. You wanted him to push you over the edge, and he could see that.

“Hurry up,” he ordered you, so you did, wrapping your mouth around his cock, not giving him more than a second to react to the feel of you around him.

“Ah… fuck”. His fingers got lost in your hair as you swiped your tongue over the slit, thoroughly enjoying the sounds he was making. He was groaning and cursing every few seconds, encouraging you to keep going. “That’s it, baby,” he said in a strained voice when you sank your mouth lower onto him. “Oh, fuck, so pretty”.

You hummed around his cock and he grunted – the exact reaction you wanted – using both hands to bunch your hair up.

“Open your mouth for me, baby girl”. You complied, and he looked at you for a second longer, admiring your swollen lips before sliding his cock back into your mouth.

You pressed your legs together, making yourself hold eye contact with him as he slowly slid in and out of your mouth, setting his own pace.

“Fuck!”. He threw his head back as his pace picked up, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, especially with the strained sounds you were making. “Y/N… fuck”. The feel of his hands in your hair, tugging and pulling at every strand, and the way he was whimpering as he fucked your mouth… you found yourself wanting to see him come undone because of you.

But you were feeling much too mischievous for that, so you pulled away from his cock, letting it fall out of your mouth with a pop.

“What the-“.

“You’re not supposed to come yet,” you told him sweetly, and he literally scowled at you, not giving you the chance to catch your breath back as he pushed you back down against the mattress.

You sneaked a hand into your underwear, pushing a finger easily inside you thanks to how wet you were, watching him step out of his sweatpants, eyes glazed over with undeniable lust.

“Yoongi, ah,” you teased, but he didn’t smile. Instead, he climbed up onto the bed, eyes not leaving yours as he settled in between your legs. One strong hand against your stomach had you unable to move, and you bit your lip in anticipation as he hummed against your entrance deliberately, causing you to arch your back.

“You haven’t been a good girl, so I’m not going to be nice to you”. The ease in which he said it, the way his nose touched your clit… you were a writhing mess beneath him. “You’re so wet… do you like sucking my cock? Does that make you feel good, huh?”.

“Yoongi, please”. You needed more. You wanted him to touch you everywhere. “Please”.

“Hm”. He sat back on his heels and watched you squirm for a moment, and you hated the uninterested look on his face almost as much as you loved it. “You’re so needy… I don’t know if I should let you come so easily”.

In reply, you let out a desperate moan. You were so aroused and he wasn’t touching you at all.

“So wet and needy, yet so naughty”. He actually made a ‘tut’ sound in disapproval, and your moan turned into an empty sob.

Without any warning, Yoongi’s mouth was on your clit, sucking at it and teasing it over your underwear. If it wasn’t for Yoongi’s hand holding you down, you would have arched your back completely off the bed.

“Oh my god… oh my god, Yoongi, please”. He moved your underwear aside, and the air against you made your core heat up even more, especially when you felt his tongue go flat, licking up and down your slit before circling your entrance, causing you to stop breathing.

His tongue entered you, and you moaned loudly, not caring how desperate you seemed as you bucked your hips as best as you could under his restraint. You wanted to reach out and take hold of his hair. You wanted him to keep going, but you knew well enough that he would stop. You knew he wouldn’t let you come, but you went along with it anyway, breathing messily as you drew closer to the edge.

His tongue didn’t let up until you stilled, so close that you could taste the release, but he pulled away as expected.

Ignoring your whines of protest, his lips found yours, and you immediately opened up your mouth to him, getting lost in him all over again. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

“Look at me,” he told you, so you did, scared of arguing in case he punished you any further. His eyes were dark, his face flushed and his hair awry.

Everything about him was hot, and you didn’t want to look away, especially when he bit his lip.

“These lips…”. He kissed you with a harsh softness. “Are mine”. His lips trailed down your body, kissing every part of you in that same way. “This body is mine”. His words and his voice laced with lust resonated in your core, and you moaned out for him. “You are mine. Do you understand?”.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good. Now turn over so I can fuck you”. Your body was heavy with exhaustion, but you did as he told you to do, pulling yourself up onto your knees and shivering at the lost contact. “Good girl”. You yelled out as his hand landed hard against your left cheek, and then even harder against your right.

“Fuck,” you cursed, obsessed with the way he was making you feel. Yoongi bought his hand down against your ass again, making you jump.

“What are you allowed to say?”.

“Y-Yoongi, ah,” you said, and he smacked your ass cheek again, this time in approval.

“Good girl”. His praise made you feel better than you ever thought it would, and excitement coursed through your veins as he pulled your underwear down, completely exposing you. He threw it aside and used one hand to pull your hair back, the other to align his cock with your entrance. “Hm… you’re dripping. I can’t wait to see you come all over my cock, Y/N”.

“Ah”. You clutched the sheets between your fingers at the feel of his tip entering you, slowly stretching you out before pulling back to slam into you, filling you up in an instant.

Your mind was gone, and you could think of nothing else but the bliss you felt as Yoongi thrust into you relentlessly, praising you on how wet you were, reminding you to stay still so he didn’t have to punish you.

“Ahh… baby, fuck”. He smacked your ass again and then squeezed your cheeks, whimpering at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. “Fuck!”.

“Yoongi,” you moaned, struggling to keep yourself in place as his pace picked up even further, filling you up more and more until he was bottoming out, tugging at your hair in his hand until you had to lift your head. “It’s… ah!”.

“You feel so good,” he told you, and there were tears in the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself coming to your climax once again. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re so good. You’re so tight and… fuck”.

“D-don’t stop!”. You knew that if he did, you wouldn’t be able to recover. His thrusts became harsher and harsher, the sounds of sex in the room making your insides melt. “Yoongi, please!”.

He let go of your hair and grabbed your hips, pumping into you with the intent of making you come hard.

“Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”.

“Yes!”. You couldn’t help it – your hands slipped a little, but Yoongi just used the new angle to fuck you harder, making you feel somehow even fuller.

His grunts and curses bought you closer and closer, until you crashed over the edge, coming so hard that you swore you could see stars.

Yoongi was not far behind, his pace growing sloppier and sloppier as he came inside you, saying your name in a quiet, strained voice as he did.

You collapsed onto your side the moment he released you, and a second later, he was lying beside you, the both of you breathing heavily.

It was only a few seconds until he wrapped his arms around your waist, smirking smugly at you.

“You’re going to say something cheesy, right?” you asked, already laughing. You could just tell from the confident look on his face.

“Actually, I was going to ask you if you preferred the movie to the book”.

My masterlist!

I’m always surprised at how far the writers are allowed to go on Black-ish. And they REALLY go for it. I guess they figure they might be cancelled at any moment but they’re gonna leave a mark. They’re gonna bring up these rarely discussed topics. They’re gonna make people uncomfortable. They’re gonna be able to say they tried to educate folks on black history and the everyday black experience. If people didn’t listen, it’s on them. We have this out here, right now and it’s so important. If you’re choosing to remain ignorant… well that’s on you.

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Just a Warning.

Request: Childhood bffs, Harry and Y/N. Y/N warns Harry about the gold diggers of girlfriend he has and he goes off on her.


“Harold, get your lanky, long legs off of me.” You groaned, attempting to push his legs from your lap.

“Rub my toes.” Harry giggled, wiggling his toes in your face, making you squeal and push his feet away, turning your face the other way. 

“Ew, Harry!” 

Harry continued to giggle, removing his legs from you before wrapping his body around yours like a baby gorilla. “Admit that I’m the bestest best friend in the world.” 

“If you don’t let me go, I swear to God, I will post that picture of you sleeping with Niall’s feet in your face.” 

Upon hearing the threat, Harry instantly removed his body with a groan. 

“Y/N! You told me you deleted that.” He whined, propping his legs on his coffee table. 

“I also told you that you were the best Styles.” You shrugged jokingly. 

“Heeey!” Harry elbowed you. 

You laughed, resting your head on his lap, humming in satisfaction as he stroked your hair. 

“Oh! I forgot to mention earlier, I’m letting Les meet my mum and Gemma this week.” Harry informed you. 

You bolted up, looking at him in pure surprise. “You’re what now?” 

He chuckled confusingly. “Letting Les meet mum? And Gem?” 

You chuckled humorlessly, rolling your eyes. “Of course you are. How long have you two been together, again? A week?” 

“Hey, why the sudden bitterness? You said you liked her.” 

“No, no, no,” You shook your head, raising your hands up defensively. “I didn’t say that. Don’t put words into my mouth.” 

Harry’s feet were put on the ground, sitting up. “What’s your problem, Y/N?”

“My problem is that this is going too fast. It always is, Harry! You take them to meet your family, do everything to please them then boom,” You made an explosion gesture with your hands for emphasis, “They’re using you,” You said. “Just can’t handle long distance relationship.” You mocked in a high pitched tone the excuse that the previous girlfriends of your best friend had said. 

“I think this one is ser-” 

“Oh, hop off, Harry. You’re too nice.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “She literally whines when you tell her she can’t tag along to an event full of celebrities, Harry!” You shook your head in disbelief. 

“What the fuck are you trying to say, Y/N?” Harry’s jaw tensed, glaring at you. 

“I’m saying that lovely Les is using you.”

“Oh really? You think she’s some gold digger?” Harry stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You nodded, standing up. “Look, I only want the best for you a-” 

“Well maybe it’s the best if you leave.” 

Your mouth closed in surprise, eyebrows rising. “Wh-What?” 

“You heard me. Let me live my life which apparently you think you understand too well. Let me live my life which is full of gold diggers.” Harry said sarcastically, shooting daggers at you. 

“Are you seriously letting go of 19 years of friendship over a gi-” You were asking in disbelief, tone rising a tad at the shock. 

“Yes, Y/N! Just,” He sighed, “Just go.” 

You stayed quiet for a moment, fighting the urge to cry before nodding. “Fine.” You walked past him, intentionally bumping his shoulder. Right as your hand hovered the door knob, you turned back to look at him. “I-” You paused, looking at Harry who didn’t bother to even turn to look at you. “Yeah, forget it.” You muttered, shaking your head disappointingly before walking out the door. 


I’M GOING TO WRITE A SECOND PART TO THIS AND IT’S GOING TO BE GOOD (i hope so). Let me know what you think! x