why did i ever stopped watching it

Captain

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3,610

Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease

Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda, who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.

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cuddly / platonic-ish memes

  • “your feet are cold.”
  • “movies are made for watching, not for asking questions.”
  • “you’re hogging the blankets!”
  • “we should cuddle… for warmth.”
  • “is that your hand on my leg?”
  • “scoot over.”
  • “can we watch something else? this is scary.” 
  • “are you shivering?” 
  • “if you start snoring, i won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”
  • “did you eat all the popcorn?”
  • “your hair keeps getting in my face.”
  • “are you even wearing pants??”
  • “stop kicking me!”
  • “you’re a good pillow.”
  • “do i look like a foot-rest to you?”
  • “do i look like a pillow to you?”
  • “i’m cold.”
  • “why can’t you ever just lay still?”

I am so interested in romantic stevebucky that develops from a deep platonic life-partnership first. I love stories about Brooklyn pining, and Bucky and Steve mutually stifling their romantic/sexual feelings about each other, but what I love best is Steve and Bucky knowing that they’re family. Steve being unworried about Bucky’s dates because Bucky always comes home to him, so what does it matter, really? Bucky becoming Steve’s next of kin after Steve’s mom dies. Bucky, on the war front, saying he doesn’t have a girl back home, but man, wait until you hear about my spitfire best friend. Bucky watching Steve fall in love with Peggy a little and being happy for him, because he knows that he’s not going to be replaced, and it’s good to see Steve smile like that. Steve and Bucky, platonic life partners.

Then, after tws, imagine Bucky starting to put the pieces together, and he looks at his relationship with Steve and goes, Oh. We were definitely in love. And he tells this to Steve, or maybe he kisses him, he kisses him and Steve is so confused.

“Isn’t this something we used to do?” Bucky asks him.

“No,” Steve says, shell-shocked.

“Oh,” Bucky says. “Sorry.” And then he drops the subject.

Except then Steve starts thinking about it. About him and Bucky, about that kiss, and he thinks, well, why on Earth did Bucky put that together? Because he hasn’t–he’s never–it wasn’t ever like that. Not really. But now he’s watching the curve of Bucky’s jaw, illuminated by the sunlight coming through the window, Bucky’s metal hand glinting where it rests on the kitchen counter, and he can’t stop watching. And maybe it takes a while–with Steve it usually takes a while–but eventually Bucky will laugh, tipping his head back with the force of it. Bucky will laugh and Steve will feel his heart constrict in his chest, and he’ll think, well, maybe I wasn’t in love with him then but I sure as hell am now.

So next time Bucky’s close enough to him, Steve will put his hands on either side of Bucky’s face and kiss him, saying, “Buck, you’re my family, you’ve always been my family. But you can have this too if you want it.”

Bucky just looks at him with fond exasperation, mutters “Don’t know how I kept my hands off you for all those years,” and loops an arm around Steve’s waist to pull him closer.

school sentence starters.

“ did you study for that test last night? ”
“ i didn’t study, i’m so doomed. ”
“ can i borrow a pencil? ”
“ are you coming over tonight, to study? ”
“ i think i’m gonna skip this class. ”
“ are you gonna skip class with me or not? ”
“ i have detention after school. ”
“ i think they’re gonna expell me. ”
“ can you believe the teacher failed me? ”
“ i’m not leaving early, i don’t feel good. ”
“ why didn’t you sit with me at lunch today? ”
“ why are you ignoring me today? ”
“ you’ve been ignoring me all day, it seems.. ”
“ i hate sharing a locker with you sometimes. ”
“ why are you cleaning out your locker? ”
“ can i copy your homework? ”
“ did you even do your homework? ”
“ what are your grades anyway? ”
“ have you been skipping without me? ”
“ give me your lunch money. ”
“ i don’t have any lunch money. ”
“ can i borrow your book tonight to study? ”
“ are you going to practice today? ”
“ i hate gym so much. ”
“ this class is so boring. ”
“ think you could tudor me after school? ”
“ i could tudor you if you want. ”
“ can you stop raising your hand every five seconds? ”
“ some of us are here to actually learn. ”
“ i don’t wanna go to school today. ”
“ did you see the new kid today? ”
“ so, your the new kid, huh? ”
“ where you from, new kid? ”
“ i have way too much homework. ”
“ you haven’t been to school in days. ”
“ why are you always absent? ”
“ you’re going to get us into so much trouble. ”
“ i forgot my locker combination. ”
“ why did you get called to the principles office? ”
“ maybe you should consider home school. ”
“ this school’s lunch meat is so nasty. ”
“ stop texting me in class. ”
“ you never take anything serious, specially school. ”
“ have you ever passed a grade? ”
“ i made the honor roll! ”
“ i could really use the extra credit. ”
“ you’re a teacher’s pet. ”
“ did you go to try outs yet? ”
“ i need it for science. ”
“ are you going to the prep ralley? ”
“ gonna watch me play tonight at our first game? ”
“ i thought we were friends. ”
“ are you going to help me or not? ”
“ do you wanna do this project with me? ”
“ do you have a extra pencil? ”
“ do you wanna be my partner for this project? ”
“ looks like we’re partner’s for this assignment. ”
“ you spelled your own name wrong. ”
“ is that a good star? how’d you get one and i didn’t? ”
“ i really have to finish this essay, please. ”
“ you want me to ride the bus home with you after school? ”
“ my mom picks me up, do you need a ride? ”
“ do you need a ride home after school today? ”
“ are you going to walk home with me today? ”
“ i can’t believe we met each other in detention. ”
“ you were totally making out with someone in the halls. ”
“ these halls are way too crowded. ”
“ why are you always so late? ”
“ you’re late to class, again. ”
I was losing my grip and you just stood there, watching me, suffocating and drowning, until I couldn’t make another sound. I was losing me, losing myself, and you didn’t stop me. You knew exactly what I was doing, where I was going, how this would all turn out, and not once, did you ever try and stop me. Maybe that’s why I could never seem to let you back in, because you left me. And even though I pushed and pushed, you were supposed to come back. No matter how far, you were supposed to come back, you were always supposed to come back, but you didn’t. And now, I have no one, because it was supposed to be you. It should’ve been you, it was always you.
—  c.f. // “growing up is full of shit”
in her shadow || nine.

word count: 1.8k
summary: “I was going to find a way to have her.”

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  • Yang: I have plenty of friends.
  • Qrow: Why don't you ever have them over to the house?
  • Yang: I don't ever have them over to the house because of what you did the last time I had my friends over to the house.
  • Qrow: And what was that, Yang?
  • Ruby: Yang, stop! It's not worth it.
  • Yang: Oh! Last time my friends were over we were all sitting here watching a movie, you came downstairs completely nude, covered head to toe in salsa and screamed "Who wants Huevos Rancheros now, bitches" THAT'S WHY
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Originally posted by dream-bts

hey guys! i know i’m on supposed to be on hiatus until mid-june but i didn’t want to leave yall hanging for too long without checking in so i decided to post something a little out of ordinary. this is a jungkook smut i wrote around this time last year. hope you enjoy! 


genre: smut

pairing: jungkook x reader

words: 3k

summary: you somehow dream about catching jungkook watching porn, and little did you know: you’d catch him again.

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Reigns vs Strowman

Okay, just watched the end of Payback, and caught the damage done to Roman Reigns by Strowman. I understand that many of the “smart” fans don’t like Roman, and that feeling has only intensified since the win over Undertaker, but tonight, those “fans” really disgusted me.

Roman Reigns has done NOTHING to earn the ire of the fans AT ALL other than one major fault: He’s not Daniel Bryan. This started two years ago when he won the Rumble and Bryan didn’t. Now, I love DB, I cried when he retired, and I hope to hell he stays out of the ring even after his contract is up. But that was Roman’s moment. He is the next big star for WWE, hell he IS the big star for WWE. He is THE top money drawer in the company right now across the board. And thus the “smart” fans boo him just like they booed Cena for ten years.

Look, I get it. You like the Indy guys. I love them too, but I love Roman. I think he’s got everything WWE looks for in a talent. He’s big, he’s a great athlete, one HELL of a worker, and has INCREDIBLE stage presence. Yeah, he’s not the kind of talker Rock or Cena or Punk were. He’s more like Taker or Triple H, and that’s straight, to the point, and real. They tried to make him like Cena or Rock and it didn’t work. It sucked, flat out, and is a reason many fans started booing him in the first place.

And hey, I’m all for fans expressing themselves. I do it all the time. And if you don’t like the fact that Roman is where he is instead of Sami, Kevin, Finn, or even Punk (though he’s no longer wrestling), I get that too. I was a CM Punk fan to the fucking bone guys, and I HATED it when ADR beat him on a cash in. I hated the fact that Punk didn’t get a HIAC with Triple H after the Night of Champions match like I thought it would happen, but it is what it is. Things like this happen, and we can’t control it. I just try to enjoy the ride.

But tonight… tonight pissed me off. This guy is coming out there bandaged up against a monster like Strowman, showing a level of toughness that not one of you assholes could even HOPE to achieve, and you boo him. Yeah, the injuries are storyline, but the fact remains that you are cheering for a wounded man to get destroyed by an unfeeling lunatic. What world do you fucking live in when THAT is the right thing? Seriously, you’re the people that hate Superman or think Batman should kill criminals. You don’t get what heroes really are, do you?

More than that, Roman is bleeding from the goddamn mouth, obviously hurt, and you start chanting, “Thank you Strowman”? Followed quickly by, “You deserve it”? Go to hell, all of you. No one deserves what Strowman did, not Roman, not anyone. Give me a fucking break. You are the reason why I DON’T Want to go to Live Events, because I know that I will be seated next to some dumbass smart mark trying to tell me how the business works. I don’t care how the business works! I’m trying to watch a show and enjoy myself! SHUT THE FUCK UP!

If you don’t like Roman being in the spot he’s in, stop going to the shows. Stop buying tickets to shows he’s on. That’s the only way Vince will EVER take him out of that spot. But chanting “You deserve it” when a guy’s bleeding from the mouth? Go to hell. Seriously, just go to hell and stay there and let real wrestling fans that actually WANT to enjoy the show take your seats.

This is why humanity pisses me off. You guys cheer for a psychotic monster that revels in hurting people and boo the guy trying to stop his rampage. You realize that you are cheering for Doomsday to kill Superman right? You are cheering for Bane to break Batman’s back. That is what you are doing. You are cheering for evil to win, and it’s this kind of shit that’s why the world is so fucked up. You should ALL be ashamed of yourselves for chanting those things, and I hope that you NEVER sit next to me at a show, because I won’t tolerate that shit.

In other words smart marks, GO AWAY!

I always found it funny that in the Hot Pot special where everyone’s telling a story abt their past, Shinra tries to join in with a story of his own but Celty’s ignoring him & then Kadota be like, “I don’t know what happened, but..”

Celty & Shinra are currently in a mutual loving relationship. But Kadota is telling Shinra, “oh unrequited love-life. Yeah that happens, especially if we’re talking about you.“

Shinra’s only ever pursued Celty, so why did Kadota attributed this to him? …could he by chance know about Shinra & Izaya’s fallout relationship?

I mean he does proceed to stop Shinra from calling Izaya over right after..

It’s like Kadota’s basically saying, “DUDE NO. You’re trying to invite your ex to come see you flirt with your new gf!? He’s going to flip it & WE’RE ALL going to suffer! I’m not having this ON MY WATCH!!”

good job Kadota. we’ve averted disaster! :D

UNDERTALE starters
  • “…But nobody came.”
  • “I… I’ve changed my mind about all this. This isn’t a good idea anymore.”
  • “YOU! You’re standing in the way of everybody’s hopes and dreams!”
  • “I don’t want to break their hearts all over again. It’s better if they never see me.”    
  • “Despite everything, it’s still you.”
  • “Ah, the cactus. Truly the most tsundere of plants.”
  • “Go ahead. Prepare however you want. But when you step forward… I will KILL you.”
  • “It’s me, [name].”
  • “Wow! We haven’t even had our first date and I’m in the friendzone!”
  • “It pains me to say this, but… you should probably never come back here.”
  • “Maybe looking at this nice lamp will help you.”
  • “There is nothing left for us here. Let us erase this pointless world, and move on to the next.”
  • “They thought that he had killed the child.”
  • “Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off.”
  • “We’re all counting on you, kid. Good luck.”
  • “Nice day today, huh? Birds are singing, flowers are blooming… Perfect weather for a game of catch.”
  • “You can certainly find better than an old man/woman like me.” 
  • “I do not know if this is pathetic or endearing.”
  • “Oh. My god. I didn’t expect you to show up so soon! I haven’t showered, I’m barely dressed, it’s all messy, and…”
  • “You’re way better at dating than I am.”
  • “Get dunked on!”
  • “This is the power that the humans feared.”
  • “They must be here, playing a joke on me. I’ll just wait until one of them admits it…”
  • “…You really like hot animals, don’t you?”
  • “It was nice to meet you. …Goodbye.”
  • “On days like this, kids like you should be burning in Hell.”
  • “Remember. DON’T kill anyone. …I can’t believe this is a REAL thing I have to remind you.”
  • “…Why are you still here? Are you trying to keep me company?”
  • “You should be smiling, too. Aren’t you excited? Aren’t you happy?” 
  • “Don’t worry, my little monarch, my plan isn’t regicide. This is SO much more interesting.”
  • “What makes you think you’re in control?”
  • “Never come back here. You are not welcome.”
  • “Why does someone as great as me have to do so much to get recognition?!”
  • “You made your choice long ago.”
  • “Don’t you realize that being nice just makes you get hurt?”
  • “So you finally made it. The end of your journey is at hand.”
  • “I didn’t cry! I just… caught something in my eye!”
  • “You know what would be more valuable to everyone? IF YOU WERE DEAD!”
  • “Look. [Name] didn’t come to the meeting today. Say what you want about him/her/them. H/She’s/They’re weird, naive, self-absorbed. But [name] has NEVER missed a meeting. And no matter what time you call him/her/them on the phone… Night, day, afternoon, morning… He/she/they ALWAYS answers within the first two rings.”
  • “Anything you want to do is important enough. Even something as small as reading a book, or taking a walk… Please take your time.“
  • “[Name] hated humanity. Why they did, they never talked about it. But they felt very strongly about that.”
  • “WELL? Are you CHERISHING?! CHERISH HARDER!”
  • "If you… If you think I’m gonna give up hope, you’re wrong. ‘Cause I’ve got my friends behind me.”
  • “Perhaps we can reach a compromise. You still have something that I want.”
  • “Always wondered why people never use their strongest attack first.”
  • “No matter the struggles or hardships you faced… you strived to do the right thing. You refused to hurt anyone.”
  • “This is why I never make promises.”
  • “ …Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand… “
  • “Honestly, fighting you IS pretty fun… So even if you ARE a sicko, I’ll take it!”
  • “Maybe you’d be better… at not killing anyone? Crazy idea, huh? Let me know how that one goes.” 
  • “Did I ever tell you about the time [name] flirted with me?”
  • “STOP PETTING THE ENEMY!”
  • “Now, I understand acting in self-defense. You were thrown into those situations against your will.”
  • “You’d better watch yourself, kid. Things are lookin’ real bad for you.”
  • “Are you ready? If you are not, I understand. I’m not ready either…”
  • “Oh my God! Will you two just smooch already?”
  • “Don’t you get it? There’s no such thing as happy endings. This is all that’s left…!”
  • “The internet! I’m quite popular there!”
  • “Do you think even the worst person can change…? That everyone can be a good person if they just try?”
  • “Don’t worry about it. Most of us have tried to kill [name] at one time or another.”
  • “Wowie! You did it! You didn’t do a violence!”
  • “Not everything can be resolved by being nice.”
  • “Don’t kill, and don’t be killed, alright? That’s the best you can strive for.” 
  • “Oh no! You’re meeting all of my standards!”
  • “Anime is real, RIGHT?!”
  • “Maybe you’re wondering if I ever get tired of winning… Wanna see my answer?”
  • “Sorry, I do not have much to say. It was nice to hear your voice, though.”
  • “This is all just a bad dream… and you’re NEVER waking up!”
  • “Down here, it’s kill or be killed!”
  • “I can’t come back. I just can’t, OK?”
  • “I so badly want to say, ‘would you like a cup of tea?’ But… You know how it is.”
  • “Would you smooch a ghost?”
  • “The truth is… [Name] wasn’t really the greatest person.” 
  • “Well, if I were you, I would have thrown in the towel by now. But you didn’t get this far by giving up, did you?” 
  • “You’re not really human, are you? No. You’re empty inside. Just like me.”
  • “Are you bored? I should have given a book to you. My apologies. Why not use your imagination to divert yourself?”
  • “I’ll hold victory in front of you, just within your reach… and then tear it away just before you grasp it.”
  • “Come on! Step forward and let’s end this!”
  • “Don’t you get it? This is all just a GAME.”
  • “Are those two robots…?”
  • “If you have some sort of special power… isn’t it your responsibility to do the right thing?”
  • “Stop plaguing my life with incidental music!”
  • “Self-defense? Please. You didn’t kill them because you had to. You killed them because it was easy for you. Because it was fun for you. Do you think it was fun when I found out…? Do you think it’s fun when people’s family members never come home? Is that fun? No. “
  • “I wish I had eight legs… so I could wear FOUR pairs of hot pants!”
  • “The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.”
  • “RUN. INTO. THE BULLETS.”
  • “I can’t go to Hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”
  • “They just sort of showed up one day and…asserted themselves. The town’s gotten a lot more interesting since then.”
  • “Our king is really bad at names.”
  • “If it weren’t for you, I would’ve never gotten past him. But now, with your help, he’s DEAD.”
  • “Then why’d you kill my brother/sister?”
  • “I’ve done everything this world has to offer. I’ve read every book. I’ve burned every book. I’ve won every game. I’ve lost every game. I’ve appeased everyone. I’ve killed everyone.”
  • “What did you do to him? …What did you DO to him?!”
  • “…I don’t have the heart to tell her what you did. Do you know how she’d react?”
  • “You didn’t even need my help, which is great, ‘cause I love doing absolutely nothing.”
  • “I’m smiling and I hate it!”
  • “Do you wanna have a bad time? 'Cause if you take another step forward… you are REALLY not going to like what happens next.”
  • “If we’re really friends… you won’t come back.”
  • “Did you really think I was gonna be satisfied… killing you only ONE time?”
  • “I remember when I first woke up here, in the garden. I was so scared. I couldn’t feel my arms or my legs…”
  • “Even after all this time, you’re still the only one that understands me.”
  • “Why do I always get the freaks?”
  • “It’s possible that you may have a problem.”
  • “What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth…”
  • “I’m nineteen years old and I’ve already wasted my entire life.”
  • “If you’re so scared, why do you keep winking?”
  • “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
// Sebastian Stan - Tease //

Relationship: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Request: Ok so I got this idea from @platonic-otp: Person A and Person B play Never Have I Ever with shots on a boring, Saturday night in. After they run out of shots, they decide to continue playing with clothes–taking one piece of clothing off every time one of them has done something the other hasn’t. Person A says “Never have I ever given someone a lap dance” and watch with lust-filled eyes as Person B takes off their last piece of clothing save their underwear. Person B then turns on seductive music (Partition, One Dance, etc.) and situate themselves in Person A’s lap as they get ready to give them a show.

Follow them their prompts are good as fuck

And encouragement from my fave @dylpicklesprays (even though she’s mad at my ending)

Warnings: Sexy as fuck Sebastian Stan, smut, mentions of one night stand, cussing, SMUT

Rating: NSFW, 18

Word count: 2967

Originally posted by minmiin1d

With the release of Civil War, the cast finally got to showcase the work that they had worked so tirelessly on for months, long days followed by even longer nights, and now finally coming to a conclusion. The film had premiered weeks and weeks ago and now for the first time in a while, Sebastian had a lot of free time. Time that he didn’t know what to do with.

The two of you had been friends for as long as you could remember, you remember meeting him back in New York in a coffee shop of all places. Both aspiring actors, talking for hours on end before inevitably hooking up. A one night stand. You had left before he had woken up and even if he was awake it was obvious what you were. A hook up. Blowing off some steam, and you were fine with that. You would never even see the guy again, well, at least that’s what your thought until you walked into your interview for a new marvel film, and there he was.


You glanced around the waiting room for a seat, a mixed population of faces. ‘There must be other characters auditioning today too’ you had thought before your eyes landed on an empty seat and without a word you sat.

“Y/N?” The voice next to you spoke. Where had you heard that before- oh my god. The guy from last night. What was his name again?

“Holy shit, hi!” You had greeted him, avoiding having to say his name.

“You left awfully quick this mornin’.” He had laughed.

“Had an audition to get to, just like you did, plus you and I both know you would have done the same… dude” Oh god, why did you call him dude?

He had raised an eyebrow. “Dude?” before it sunk in, “You forgot my fucking name didn’t you?” The tone of his voice had seemed serious until laughter poured out. He held out his hand for you to shake.

“My names Sebastian Stan.”


From then on you were friends, sure, you found him painfully attractive and there may have been a small-not-so-small crush once you both got the part and had to see each other pretty much every day, but after a few weeks it was fine. You were friends, and that night was never spoke about, no matter how often it toyed on both of your minds. Sebastian had changed since that night. His hair was now much longer, often pushed back, lines now etched into his skin that at one point hadn’t been there adding a sense of maturity to him - but in no way was this unattractive, if anything it made him somewhat more attractive. His shoulders now more broad and muscles toned, clear definition. He was older, not that boy you had met that night, Sebastian Stan was a man.

But you were friends now, and as much as you wanted something with him, often finding him tangled in your thoughts as you pleasured yourself after a long day, you knew nothing would happen, so you tried to forget the idea, and failed. There was something about Sebastian that you couldn’t quite ignore. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, the closer you got the more dangerous it would be yet you couldn’t help yourself. But, as you constantly had to tell yourself over and over again, you were just friends.

During filming you had even agreed to stay with him for a while, he had a spare room and in exchange you gave him a ride. Fuck, no not like that. A ride to work. Carpool. But now, with a ridiculous amount of time on your hands and, with nothing else to do on a Saturday night in, shots became a good idea.

“Ok, never have I ever…” He thought hard for a moment as you watched Sebastian intently, a small, innocent smile at his lips as the alcohol making his eyes glassy and reducing him to a giggling fit every once in awhile “called someone the wrong name while hooking up?”. Honestly, the questions had started out innocent enough, but the more you drank, the worse the questions got. You shook your head and he scoffed. “Take the shot, Y/N.”

“I never-”

“You called me Carter that night.” He reminded you.

“Oh shit, yeah I did.” He giggled to himself, as you brought the shot of whiskey to your lips before letting it run down his throat, leaving a burning sensation behind. You squinted and shook your head before looking back at Sebastian with a smile. “But in my defense, you were hot as Carter Baizen on Gossip Girl.” Not were, are.

“Can’t argue with logic.” He laughed picking up the bottle to refill the shot glass.

“Hey, Seb,  I have a question about that actually.” Your voice trailed off. Oh fuck, why were you bringing this up now? Oh yeah, tequila. No- you couldn’t ask him now, maybe he hadn’t heard. You glance to see his blue eyes piercing your own. Ok, no he definitely heard, a small smile tugging at the side of his lip.

“Shoot, Doll.” Doll. That nickname made you physically weak.

“It doesn’t,” Fuck, well now was as good a time as any right. No, no it was not! Alcohol is never a good addition to something like this. Fuck it. Blurt it out.

“Do you regret that night?”

There was a silence in the air as Sebastian watched you, brows furrowed. “No. Not at all.” He replied. “Do you? Cause, I get it, I wasn’t very… experienced back then?”

“No, I don’t. I mean it was great, you were great… I did at first. I was worried it would be awkward but, it wasn’t- isn’t.”

“I figured we’d get together at some point you know.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian simply shrugged as if that was common knowledge, words accidentally slurring together. “I had the biggest crush on you, ya’ know, Doll.” Had.

You almost choked on the sip of beer. Did he just…? “Oh really?”

He nodded, grabbing another one of the green bottles at his side and picking up the bottle opener, his large hands making it seem so small and frail. His hands. “C’mon you must have known.” He laughed, emphasizing on the word in disbelief. “Anthony even noticed, I made it so painfully obvious.” He brought the bottle to his lips and took a big swing, not taking his eyes off of you.

“Not obvious enough apparently.” You shrugged.

“Bullshit. I literally flirted with you any chance I got. Always finding ways to talk to you, or touch you…” His hand resting on your thigh casually. “But, I realized you didn’t feel the same and stopped, or at least tried to. I ain’t ever had very strong will power doll.” He laughed again, sipping his drink once more.

“Oh please. I was so into you!” You blurted, laughing awkwardly. “Why else would I agree to come over just to watch Star Wars with you on a Friday night?” 

“Well shit, you should’ve said something, babygirl.”

“I just did, didn’t I?” He watched you intently, you saw his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. Running his tongue across his own and taking his bottom lip between his teeth. His hand was still on your lower thigh. He scooted closer to you and you held your breath. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours. Ok, you and Sebastian were no strangers to a quick make out or two when you were drunk. Usually it was messy and sloppy, feeling rushed. But this was different, it was gentle, as if he feared you might break at his touch. When he kissed you, all other thoughts fell away, the room became silent and it was just the two of you, in the moment you were sharing, every inch in your body was alive. His hands would usually have gravitated to his favourite part of you, your ass. This time his hand rested just under your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek the other at his side, supporting him. The gaze you engaged in before asked a question that the kiss answered; “do you still feel the same?”

The kiss was over before it had barely started, so short yet so perfect. His hand lingered on your cheek which was now flushed and surprisingly, so were his.

Sebastian cleared his throat. “So, uhh, shots?”

You nodded, and with that Sebastian picked up the transparent bottle. “Ok never have I ever-” You stopped when you see Sebastian pouting. “What’s up, Seb?”

“We’re out.” He gestured to the bottle of tequila in his hands,

“I’m pretty sure we have some more in the kitchen that I can go get? Or we can just use the beer.”

A mischievous grin formed on his pink lips. “I have a much better idea if you’re up for it?”

In your slightly-past-tipsy state you shrugged. “What is it?”

“Instead of shots, you take something off. You’ll get it as we go on.” He explained, simple enough. He nodded for you to continue your question.

“Oh, uhh, Never have I ever… had phone sex?” Sebastian shrugged, gripping the thin fabric of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. Oh, so it was that kind of game now? Not that you objected. Sure you had seen Sebastian without a shirt countless times but, whether it was the liqueur or the topic of conversation, this time you couldn’t drag your eyes away.

“No where near the real thing, but it’s interesting.”

You shrug, no point arguing on a topic you barely knew. “Okay,” you thought for a second, “Never have I sexted a colleague.”

“Now when you say that, as a joke or genuine? No, nevermind, I’ve done both.” Sebastian laughed, then telling a story of how he sent Chris links to a ton of fanfiction that had been written about the two of them and classing that as sexting because, ‘some of them were pretty damn spicy’.

The game continued, you inevitably losing, wait, were you losing? No clue, all you know was that you were left completely exposed to him, the only pieces of clothing left being your underwear with Sebastian close behind in sweatpants and his boxers. At least, you assume he was wearing boxers.

His eyes burned into you, scanning every inch of your body over and over again. “Never have I ever given someone a lap dance?”

“I guess there’s a first time for everything.” You mimicked his shrug.

Sebastian’s eyes widened, he clearly hadn’t expected this. “S-seriously?”

“With appropriate music, of course.”

“Of course.” He repeated, rising from the floor to sit on the single chair behind him. He handed you his phone with spotify open. You played the first thing that came to mind, and it was a damn good choice.


See me up in the club with fifty of the girls

Posted in the back with my things on my grill


Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, about to make a joke about how Beyonce’s Partition was your choice, closing it immediately when he looked at you, bent over giving him a perfect view of your ass as you placed his phone on the floor. You knew his eyes were on you, as if you could feel his gaze so you lingered, teasingly before straightening up and looking at him. “See something you like, Stan?”

“Not the first time I’ve seen it.” He answered, a smug smirk on his face. “I check you out any chance I can.” He teased.

You walked towards him, his hand outstretched, welcoming you to his lap but instead his fingertips merely grazed your thigh. You stand behind him, leaning down as your arms stretched down bare his chest and torso, breath tickling his ear. “No hands, Seb.”

“No hands,” He repeated.

You leave a few kisses on his neck before walking around to face him, straddling him as the music continued. You started out slow, grinding your hips lazily against Sebastian, though you were aching to just let him fuck you. You laced your fingers in his hair, tugging his head to the side, smiling as you heard Sebastian groan. “One thing I always remember about you Seb,” You started, you hips still moving slowly but with enough to drive him crazy. “You have a spot, right here that drives you crazy when I touch it.” Your lips briefly press onto his soft skin, right above his collarbone, earning another moan from Sebastian.

You sped up your movement up, grinding against his thigh. Your hands raked back down his chest stopping just above the waistband of his sweats, a prominent bulge now there. You smiled to yourself, knowing he was loving every second. Your focus now shifted, you wrapped your hands around his neck, his face was merely centimetres from your cleavage, a sight he would never be bored of. He placed a small kiss on your left breast, his lips attaching to the same spot again, this time rougher and sure to leave a mark. His larger hands made their way to the clasp of your bra.

“Ah ah, Seb.” You warned, “No touching remember?”

“Lips don’t count?” He tried and you shook your head. You stopped moving and he groaned. “C’mon baby girl, don’t stop.”

You smiled, loving the impact you had on him. In one swift movement you unclasped your bra, tossing it to the side. Sebastian growled, “How can you expect me not to touch them, they’re perfect.” Without saying anything, you pulled the band on your underwear a little higher and grinded against him again, your breasts now free and in his face. “You’re such a tease, Kitten.” He growled. Kitten? That’s new.

You begin to move your hips in slow circles against his concealed cock, the friction sending small waves of pleasure throughout your body, making you want more. You move faster, tiny moans tumbling from your mouth. Sebastian’s head fell back, his lip so tightly in between his teeth you feared he may make it bleed as he restrained himself from touching you, a concept which was all he could think about.

“Baby, c’mon… let me have a feel… give me a taste.” He begged.

The more you moved, the better it felt, heat growing in your core. You moved faster, sloppier and couldn’t help but bury your face in Sebastian’s neck, his smell flooding your senses, engulfing you. Sebastian whimpered under you, bucking his hips up against you,  and you couldn’t help it as your hands moved down his back, bringing him as close to you as possible.

“I’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep that up.” He breathed into your chest. “C’mon doll, let me touch you. Let me make you feel good. Let me treat you right. Baby, please. Let me fuck you better than anyone else could dream of doing.” His hands move to your hips, a firm grip that was sure to leave a bruise in the morning and this time you don’t stop him. Every fibre in your body wanted this. Wanted his touch, Wanted to him to fuck you.

“Sebastian, please. Do it.” You practically panted, begging him.

“Tell me what you want kitten, I want to hear you say it.”

“I-I want you to fuck me.” You pleaded and that was all he needed to hear. He gripped your thighs and stood, your body wrapped around him, leading you to him bedroom. His switched on the light and kicked the door shut behind him, practically throwing you onto his bed in front of you.

“We won’t be needing these now, will we Doll?” His fingers hooked around the band of your underwear and ripped them from you.  He stood in front of you, his eyes taking in every inch of your body.

“Sebastian, come on.” You whined.

He pulled the remainder of his clothes off slowly, you threw your head back once his erection sprung free. You definitely didn’t forget about that. His size still ceasing to amaze you.

Sebastian hovered over you, pushing your thighs apart.

“Now it’s my turn to tease, Doll.”

Prove Me Wrong // Cha Eunwoo

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the prompt: could you write a fluff + angst scenario of Eunwoo from Astro? Eunwoo could be fall in love with an international fan.

words: 1946

category: angst + fluff, soulmate!au

author note: I’ve turned this into another soulmate au bc i liked the idea. please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by mkcyj

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Shit Me and My Friends Have Said (2/?)
  • “I will lick your tongue.”
  • “That’s gay as hell.”
  • Sad fanfiction is sad.”
  • “It can also be construed as sexual harassment.”
  • “Pissy Short Girl is the title.”
  • “Rage girl and Sunshine Boy.”
  • “Why did you put jalapeno’s in PB&J?”
  • “Egg man.”
  • “It’s so soft I had a braingasm.”
  • “Your memes aren’t dank enough.”
  • “Hey! Hey! Look at a picture of my profile picture.”
  • “You’re like a puppy, you’re nose is always so cold.”
  • “Why do you always look so horrified when I say that out loud.”
  • *Cringe face* “I love that face you make.”
  • “Your kisses are so soft—no homo.”
  • “All the homo.”
  • “You wanna get stabbed?”
  • “Your mom said she will beat your ass if you don’t watch your mouth.”
  • “Dick, ass, bitch, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck, shit, pussy.”
  • “Why are you like this.”
  • “My younger self would be so appalled at my older self.”
  • “My current self is appalled at your current self.”
  • “Yes, touch my ears you pervert.”
  • “You’re in high school, you shouldn’t be doing cocaine anyway.”
  • “Is that I-TAL-IAN?”
  • “Mermaid hair!”
  • “Fairy hair!”
  • “I’d rather it be the devil’s temperature.”
  • “Stop saying things out loud.”
  • “Lol?”
  • “Did you ever see a man so beautiful you just start crying?”
  • “He was nice looking.”
  • “I got these shoes for free.”
  • “The guy kept looking down and forgot to charge me.”
  • “They were 45 dollars.”
  • “You tried to crack my fingers, I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you.”
  • “You talk a lot about boobs for a girl who’s supposedly straight.”
Monsta X reacting to you feeling unconfident about your body.

Summary: How Monsta X would react to their partner telling them that they’re unconfident about their body.

A/N: Dealing with some body issues at the moment and needed some Monsta X comfort

[Remember, if you’re unconfident about yourself or need someone to talk, my inbox is always open~]


Shownu:
You walk into the bedroom and sit down on the bed next to him, a concerned look on your face. Shownu puts the book on the bedside table and looks at you, smiling at you. 

“Am I ugly?” You ask, genuinely meaning your words and looking down, squeezing your body fat. Shownu ironically laughs at your words and opens his arms. “Come here.” He says and you take the place on his lap, his arms wrapped around you. He places his head down on your shoulder and kisses it gently. “To me, you are more than perfect princess.”

Jooheon:
He’s sitting in his work room when he hears your violent sobs coming from the bathroom. He takes off his headphones and slowly walks through the apartment, worrying about you.

He opens the door to the bathroom half-way and peaks at you through the mirror, your redened eyes looking at him. He lets out a silent sigh before entering the bathroom and kneeling down in front of you. “I’m so disgusting. Why are you even dating me?” You whisper loud enough for him to hear. Jooheon laughs at your silly words and reaches out to wipe the wetness off your cheek before lifting your head slightly. 
“I’m dating you so we can be the most disgusting couple that exsists babygirl~” He answers, winking at you smugly.

Wonho:
When he walks into your shared apartment, he sees you looking at your reflection in the mirror, the remaining tears glistening on your flushed cheeks. You look at yourself with a disgusted expression, your eyes focused on your stomach fat. Wonho slowly walks over, wrapping his arms around your hips from behind and smiling at you from behind. “Tell me, Y/N. What’s bothering you?” He asks, knowing you’re upset.

You let out a deep, frustrating sigh and lock eyes with his. “Why are you dating this disgusting person when you can date so much more beautiful fans?” You ask, feeling tears starting to prickle your eyes again. Wonho kisses your ear gently and whispers into it “Because to me, you’re that perfect fan.”

Minhyuk:
You’re out for dinner on valentines day together when Minhyuk notices you barely even touching your food and just stabbing the meat with your knive.

You’re on your way back to your apartment, your fingers intertwined when he stops in his step. He has thought about your eating behavior all through the night and it was starting to worry him. He turns to look at you, his eyes glistening in the moon light. “Why did you stop eating?” He asks and you just shrug, cold to his words. “I’m already ugly enough.” You answer. Minhyuk pulls you closer, his words dropping by the harsh words that escape your lips. He shakes his head, feeling his heart ache. “Jagiya, please don’t ever call something you’re not. It might end up hurting more than it has to..”

Hyungwon:
He watches you muster your outfit in the shop, really liking the way it compliments your curves and when he’s about to compliment you on it, you turn to the sellswoman and ask her for a bigger size. “I think this makes me look even fatter.” You say, your cheeks burning with fire. 

His heart drops when he hears you admit your body insecurities for the first time and leans in closer, not being able to comprehent what you just said. On your way back, he pulled you closer to his body, tears filling his eyes. “If I had any idea about the way you feel about yourself, I’d have told you every morning what I truly think of you. That you’re the most breathtaking women I’ve ever come across.”

Kihyun:
You walk into the kitchen with an oversized hoodie and sweat pants and sit down across from him, hiding your face behind your hair and leaning down on the table. “Babe.” You say, gaining his attention. He looks at you lovingly. 
“What made you think that I’m the one?” You ask, your voice calm and quiet.

Kihyun thinks about it for a moment, seeing by your heartbreaking face that you’re worried about yourself. He places his large hand on top of yours and gently circles the back, smiling at you. “That you’re still the most sexy woman even in sweatpants and a large hoodie.”

I.M:
“God I’m fat.” You whisper, looking at your body in disgust and feeling anxiety raise inside of you. Changkyun looks up from his laptop, his eyes widening by your words. 

He quickly raises from his chair and walks over to you, shaking his head at you in the mirror. “If I told myself I’m ugly often enough, of course I’d believe it some day.” He explains, growling at you and rolling his eyes. “And also, if you’re actually fat, would I be able to do this?” He asks, picking you up and spinning you around.

Love, Youngmi~

delightfullyambiguous  asked:

berena 12 please!

12 - leaning on a shoulder

They’ve been here before. Sat shoulder to shoulder on the theatre floor, exhausted, emotional, aching. It’s nothing like last time, though– there’s none of those pesky emotions bubbling to the surface, no feelings that need to be resolved. It’s just the two of them, sharing the stillness of the room and the serenity it brings.

Bernie starts as Serena shuffles closer towards her. Leans her head on her shoulder. Nuzzles softly into her neck and inhales.

“Who’d have thought we’d find ourselves back here?” Bernie says, breaking the silence at last. She lets her head hit the wall behind her, lets her eyes slip shut to savour the moment. The warmth against her throat is an anchor– keeping her heart rooted here, reminding her that they’re a team, that she wouldn’t even still be here without Serena.

She hums in agreement. “Under better circumstances now, mind you,” Serena murmurs. Bernie offers a dry laugh in response.

“Do you remember how I kissed you?”

“Remember?” Serena straightens up, her hand rubbing fondly at Bernie’s shoulder instead. “I don’t think I ever stopped thinking about it.”

Bernie cracks an eye open. Watches Serena watching her with those burning eyes, full of adoration. “Sat here snogging like teenagers until they came and turfed us out,” Bernie chuckles, then adds with a sigh, “Why did I ever run away from you?”

“I told you– love makes fools of us all. Fear even more so.”

As Serena settles back against her, Bernie lets out a long breath. Expels the self-loathing for a moment to give into Serena’s love for her, constant and comforting, just like the head leaning on her shoulder.


Suddenly I See You: Chapter 9

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/N: Finally!! After weeks of writing in small spurts and trying to adjust to working the damn graveyard shift I successfully finished chapter 9. Now, I’m still pretty much exhausted, so my editing maybe shit, so I apologize in advance. I hope you all enjoy this chapter since there’s literally only one left. I want to thank @nicolettesachef​ for the wonderful song she informed me of by Ivan B - Our Time Together. Sidenote: this has a moment of a change of POV to Zico and Minho. You’ve been warned.

Genre: Mino x Reader, Zico x Reader

Words: 11442

Disclaimer: As usual, any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!

I don’t know if you felt that or not. But it felt like two people kissing after hours of thinking about it. It felt like two people talking after nights of silence. It felt like two people touching after weeks of being numb. It felt like two people facing each other after months of looking away. It felt like two people in love after years of being alone. And it felt like two people meeting each other, after an entire lifetime of not meeting each other.

The Corner of You and Me - Iain S. Thomas

There was a brief moment where your lips parted from Zico. Where his hands still cradled your face and the universe paused its breath and let you hold that moment of wonder in his eyes before it inhaled, and everything changed. In a matter of microseconds you went from feeling like a star resurrected to a comet crashing.

Your eyes watching helplessly as his eyes skimmed your face with a pleading to stay rooted where you stood. A promise to keep you grounded through the pain you knew that was taking shape behind you.

But the aching sound of your name still rang like a cry of sorrow in your ears. A broken record that kept repeating until your bones grew hollow at its skipping beat. Zico’s eyes implored you not to move away: if only it were possible. You wondered if this was how you’d always remember this night. The broken sound of Minho and the misery of losing you in Zico’s eyes as you stepped away.

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