why is your smile like that

Imagine Loki

Quick little Drabble for @buckybear97 because they have requested more! I did this right before going to bed. I hope this satiates your hunger for now bb ❤️

He sits by the bath and combs through her hair. The lovely scent of her skin makes his insides coil with anticipation. His eyes cannot leave her body, unable to tear themselves away from her. She is his salvation, his redemption. She has and always will be his weak point, and that is why she is locked away.

He doesn’t like vulnerability. That is what she is to him. She can turn the darkest of nights into a dream. She can turn tears into smiles and fear into hope. With a kiss or a lick or a little touch of her fingertips, she can make all the darkness in him turn to dust.

Yet he despises that. His darkness is his identity. The charcoal colour of his soul is his trademark and she has stripped him of it. So he locks his mouth to hers and keeps her words from turning him into a hopeful being. He thrusts into her painfully in hopes of turning her into his own muse. He pulls her hair and scratches her skin, tasting the sweetness of her arousal in hopes that she enjoys the pain. Because he does.

He is so taken by her, so caged in her love that his amour has turned into hatred. She has made him see clear again, and the things he cannot hide anymore, she can see. The things he used to keep behind the darkness of his soul, she can touch. Even when he is on top of her, making her scream until her voice is raw with pleasure, he can still feel himself abandoning his inky past.

With her, he wants to be good. With her, he is vulnerable. That is why he hates her.

BTS Reaction to: Their s.o giving them a cute nickname

Anon asked:” Hi! If your requests are still open may I please request a BTS reaction to their s/o giving them a cute nickname? Like something really cheesy and cute? Thank you 😊 ”

Author’s note: I love cute nicknames. Gifs aren’t mine. x 


Originally posted by seokjins-wings

“Jinnie, can you hand me the salt.” 

A bright smile appeared on his face after hearing the nickname. He’d instantly hand you the salt as he flashed you his bright smile, making you giggle. You eyed him curiously as you asked, 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“I like it when you call me that. You should do it more often.” 


Originally posted by cyyphr

“Yoongs, can we go to the park?” 

He’d get so soft after hearing you calling him that. He’d smile just like in the gif and you couldn’t help but laugh after seeing that. Yoongi was usually pretty good at hiding his feelings but somehow he was horrible at that when you were around. 

“Yeah we can go to the park. Whatever you want baby.” 


Originally posted by hobies

“Hobi, can you get that for me? I can’t reach it.” 

He’d scream in excitement after hearing the nickname and enveloped you into a tight hug. You giggled when he buried his face in the crook of your neck while he raised one arm to grab the cornflakes for you. 

“Here you go jagi. I like it when you call me that.” 


Originally posted by marikit257

“Joonie, can you help me? I don’t understand this question.” 

His head snapped up at your words as he rushed to your side. He’d sit down next to you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders before looking at your question. He quickly explained it to you before he pressed a kiss against your cheek. 

“I really like that nickname Y/N.” 


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Jiminie! Give that back!” 

He’d stop dead in his tracks, a bright smile covering his face as he gave up on his little gave and embraced you tightly. He pressed kisses all over your face as you squirmed in his grip, trying to get away. 

“That’s so cute baby. Keep calling me that.” 


Originally posted by bts-jimin16

“Taetae! You have to see this!” 

He instantly ran towards you before practically jumping on top of you as he stared at your screen, ready for what you wanted to show him. You laughed at his behavior before you pressed play and showed him the video. He smiled brightly as it ended and pressed a kiss against your lips. 

“I love you Jagi! And that nickname is really cute. I like it.” 


Originally posted by jeonggukk

“Kookie, can we cuddle?” 

He’d blush furiously after hearing you call him that. His cheeks turned pink as he tried to keep his cool, but failed miserably. You giggled at his flustered state before climbing on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I’m not used to you calling me that baby, but I really like it.” 


Sonia planted a kiss on her daughter’s forehead, and smiled, “Julian, this is why I married you. How do you do it?”

“Do what?” he lifted his hand and brushed a stray hair behind her ear.

“Keep me so grounded all the time. Somehow, you always know just what to say.”

He smiled at his wife. “I just know you. I know how stuck in your head you get. But I also know your kids, so I can say without a doubt that they’re too smart to get into any serious trouble. Like I said, you did good.”

Sonia just wanted to melt into his arms. He always felt like home. She opted for a kiss instead, readjusting to put Beth on her hip. “Thanks. That means a lot to me that you think that. Thalia is a smart girl too. Kaia and Teddy are great parents.. I’m sure her and Violet will be fine in a week.”

anonymous asked:

I sent the eyepatch kiss ask. Like I imagine it's during Infinity Wars, and they having a sorta cheesy heart to heart moment, about him making sure he comes back to her. Her going on about how she can't stand to lose another person she loves because of a war/battle. And he says he promises to come back, and she like well heres an initiative. And she leans forward and he closes his eye, and she gently kisses his eyepatch. And like 'you get the real thing when you come home' and he's cheesing.

valkyrie: don’t let it go to your head, your majesty

[five minutes later]

the other avengers: why is he smiling so damn hard?


Originally posted by livinglegend

just kidding // J.M. and Z.H.


“Could you please do an imagine with whoever where the reader confessed her feelings to him but he doesn’t feel the same way so she’s embarrassed so she told him it’s a prank but all the other boys really know how she feels about him. Sorry it was long” - anon

(1,284 words)

a/n: this came out way better than i expected and i really like it (: 

“Hey everyone,” You announce as you walk into the living room of the Why Don’t We house. You scan the boys sitting on the couch. You see the boy with a toothy smile and bright blue eyes, a boy with curly hair and dark freckles sprinkled across his face, a young boy with fluffy hair and a button nose and a boy with bleached hair and cloudy blue eyes. You look again for the one that made your heart spark with excitement every time you’d make eye contact with him, “Where’s Jonah?”

“Went to the store with Aspen to get some milk,” Zach says, his face illuminated by the screen of his phone, “Why?”

“Um… just asking,” You say calmly.

“You’re always looking for him, (y/n)…” Corbyn points out, “Why?”

“I’m just looking out for him,” You answer quickly.

“You ‘look out’ for Jonah more than any of us. Like, Zach needs the looking out for more than the oldest one in the group, you know,” Daniel chimes in.

“I guess,” You breath.

“Is it because he’s your favorite?” Jack winks jokingly.

You whimper a little, “NO! Why would you say that? You a-”

They all straighten up, “(y/n)…”


“You ramble when you’re lying,” Zach reminds.

You frown, “I do not!”

“(y/n),” Jack’s expression softens, “Do you… do you have feelin-”

“Guys, no! I don’t!” You protest.

“(y/n), you can trust us,” Corbyn says soothingly.

“I can… I can explain,” You stutter. You wrap your fingers nervously around the edge of the hoodie that Jonah had let you borrow when you were cold a few days before.

“You don’t have to, sweetheart,” Daniel scoots and makes a spot for you to sit, “You can answer the question and you’ll be okay,”

You sit in between Corbyn and Daniel. The blonde boy wraps his arm around your shoulder, “Just tell us, (y/n). You don’t have to worry.”

“Can you guys keep a secret?” You ask hesitantly.

They nod, holding their breath, “Do you have feelings for Jonah, (y/n)?”

You bite your lower lip a bit, “Y-yes.”

“Should I tell him?”

They all glance at each other.

“What?” You ask.

“Nothing.” They reply at the same time.

“Do what you’d like, baby,” Zach says.

You turn to him, “What’d you call me?”

Everyone turns to him and he purses his lips, “Nothing.”

“Well, you do what you think is best, (y/n),” Jack says, shooing Zach’s comment away.

“Okay… I will,” I smile, getting up.

Corbyn frowns a bit, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get ready. I need to look good when I tell him that I’ve been in love with him ever since I met him,” You run upstairs to your room to change and put on makeup.

“Who wants popppcoooorrrnnnn?” You hear Jonah’s voice ring through the house. You straighten your soft white t-shirt out and and fix your loosely curled hair. You had put on a thin layer of natural makeup so it wouldn’t throw Jonah off to much. Your tummy flutters with excitement. You were going to do it. Finally. You couldn’t wait. So you didn’t.

You skipped down the stairs and walked to the kitchen where all the boys including Aspen were gathered around and going through the snacks she and Jonah brought. You smile confidently and walk to Jonah, where he’s putting away butter in the fridge. You tap his shoulder. He looks at you, offering a sweet smile that makes your insides melt, “Hey, (y/n).”

“Jonah,” You say, shakily, “I have something to tell you.”

He closes the fridge and motions you to move to the side a bit to make the conversation a bit more private, “Yes?”

You look around his arm and see Zach’s face. His face is full of anxiousness and you don’t understand why. You decide to ignore it. You look back at Jonah’s beautiful face. His perfect nose and stunning eyes. His uneven stubble that he hadn’t shaved in quite time. You lived to be able to kiss that face. In due time, (y/n), You remind yourself, Be patient.

“Well,” Here goes nothing, “For the longest time, I’ve been wanting to tell you that I really… really like you.”

“I like you too, (y/n)! All of us do!” He says.

“No, Jonah, in a… another way,” You whisper.

“Like…romantically?” He says. His eyebrows furrow.

“Um… yeah,”

“I’m… I’m sorry, (y/n), I don’t… I don’t feel the same… same way,” He manages to breath out.

“Oh…” You think of a way to play it off quickly, “Pffffft!”

His face is painted with confusion, “What?”

“It was a prank!” You lie, “You fell for it! Zach - you call his name loudly, wanting him to go over to you and Jonah to back you up - and I made a bet that you’d fall for me confessing my love for you! Turns out he was right, you did fall for it!”

You see Zach get up from his spot, “What?”

“Remember the bet we made?” You look at Zach, your eyes watering with hurt. He nods, “About Jonah?”

“Yeah! Turns out he fell for it!” You force out a laugh and pretend you’re doubling over, thinking the situation is hilarious.

“Why are you crying?” Jonah asks, “Are you okay?”

“I’m laughing, Jonah!” You say, wiping the tears from your eyes, “C’mon Zach, I owe you the money,”

You grab his arm tightly and lead him to the hall. From the doorway, you watch Jonah’s expression turn back to cheery and he walks over to Aspen. He leans on the counter next to the manager’s daughter. Through your blurry vision you see their fingers stroke each other lightly. Next thing you know, they’re holding hands in the blink of an eye.

Your breathing speeds up rapidly. You turn to Zach. He saw it too.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n),” He whispers.

“Let’s get out of here,” You say. He walks you to his room, his hand on the back of your hand gently guiding you.

You sit on his bed and start to bawl. The tears stream down your cheeks and Zach’s eyes soften, “I’m terribly sorry, (y/n), we should have told you,”

“It’s alright, Zach. It’s over now,” You cover your face with your hands.

Zach sits beside you and you lean on him, “How could I be so stupid? I’m nothing! I’m ugly and useless! Why did I think a guy like Jonah could like me too? He’s too talented and I’m too - UGH! I hate myself, Zach!”

“Now, don’t say that, love. You are worth something, in my heart,” You look up to him and he quickly adds, “And in the boys’ hearts as well. You are loved by us, (y/n).”

“Stop giving me false hope, Zach,” You whisper.

“I’m saying the truth, (y/n). I think you’re gorgeous and I’m sure others do as well!”

The air becomes thin and you can’t breathe. Zachary Herron just called you gorgeous.


“Just hold me, here, Zach.” You say before he can explain.

“Okay,” He puts his hand on the top of your head and pets your hair awkwardly. You choke out a little laugh at his stiffness. You hear him give a stale giggle as well. You start to relax when his hands weave through your hair comfortingly. He runs his fingers through your hair slowly, carefully.

You didn’t realize it at the moment but you weren’t thinking of Jonah in that moment like you had every hour of the day. You were only soaking in the moment of affection from the person who truly did love you.


Arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to


*sun is how you think, moon is how you feel, venus is how you love*

Aries The Velocity. When you’re with her, her heart pumps adrenaline straight into your veins. She is the arms you fall into when the rush becomes too much. You never knew someone with such a hard head could have a heart this soft. She’ll light you on fire until you get used to the burn, until her jarring touch is as soft as feathers. And she will help you up every time, you take her hand and it’s like being in a freefall but it’s okay because you’re not alone. What she want’s deep down is someone who can run wild with her. You lose her the moment you try to control her. Don’t. Just enjoy the ride, for it’s one of a kind.

Taurus The Mystic. She is the vivacity of the living, the one who defies gravity. Her heart floating around her body makes you believe in magic. The kind everyone wants to experience. She pops her gum and tells you to put your money where your mouth is. So you rip your chest open, the blood of your beating heart splattering onto her lips. She cradles you in her arms, your worship inducing a heartfelt laughter that echoes through the vertigo of your final moment. “You did good.” she whispers, and at last you are at peace.

Gemini The Dandelion, her soaring heart tied to a string. She’ll rock you ultra slowly until you feel you could fade away into nothing, and live forever amongst the clouds. She demands you show her everything you have to give, before she even much as gives you a smile. The quest for her heart is for only the brave. She doesn’t mind what people say, the one who she calls hers has to be unyielding. So she won’t feel so liquid all the time.

Cancer The Lighthouse. Her satin heart is safely kept, for the one who will finally be worthy. But for now she will dance, she will dance with every angel until she finds the one with the shy smile and the softest curls. At night she tells the Moon all her secrets, and now she has a secret that makes her bones shiver and her lips tremble. She loves you, I promise. Just ask the Moon.

Leo Her heart is a cup overflowing with all things lovely, filling the hearts of others as easily as she fills her own. The Fountain of Youth. Hope, lust, tenderness. You can’t help but look at her in awe and think, “I am. Because of you.” The fear you try so hard to ignore is because she doesn’t need to prove her worthiness to anyone, you’re worried that someday she won’t need you. But if she loves you, you don’t need to be afraid. She will be with you when the world ends.

Virgo The Goddess. Her heart is a forest, full of life and mystery. She brings my soul to harmony in return for the respect she rightfully deserves. She cares for her world with everything she has, believing in the pure radiance of the noble hearted. Many might mistake her benevolence for weakness. However when she finds a bad seed, let’s just say nature can be a cruel master. After all she is the source of life and will not be exploited by the greedy. But to those who love with an open heart she gifts the vitality of spirit, and the liberation of the metaphysical mind.

Libra Her slow heartbeat echoes as it pulses against your palm, right through your bloodstream. She licks her lips and sways her hips to the rhythm. The Delilah. You cross your heart and close your eyes. “Open.” she whispers, and the cosmos had swallowed the pool table and barflies of the roadside dive. All you hear is her soft giggle and ocean waves crashing in slow motion. “Welcome to Eden.” You look around you, and you notice your blood isn’t vibrating anymore. You ask her how she found this place. She gently shakes her head with a smile on her lips and says, “Darling, you’re inside of me.”

Scorpio The Red Winged Angel, always under my skin. The beat of your heart vibrating through my system and I’m afraid that if you touch me I will shatter to a million pieces. Late at night I dream of finding someone as sensuelle as you. Sometimes I wonder how many hearts you own, even though I can’t quit you. I don’t know what I am addicted to more, your touch or the fact that you could disintegrate the earth from underneath me if you wanted to.

Sagittarius The Honeymoon. The fast moving gal who likes them slow. If you want her heart take her for a night drive. Show her the world through your eyes. Make her feel something she’s never felt before. Free yourself from the malevolent, open your chest and breathe her in. Give her the part of you that makes you human, and she will turn you into something ethereal.  

Capricorn The Empress. Class and a pure heart, and the international woman of mystery. And even though games don’t interest her, that don’t mean she doesn’t know how to play. No one does it like her. It’s almost painful how she works you, heightening all your senses with perfect impulse control. Engage at your own risk, because she will make you miss her more than anyone you’ve ever met. But if you want to love her, she’ll hold you down for life in hazy love daydream.

Aquarius I’ve seen her in my fantasies. The Extraterrestrial. She’ll waltz right into your love sphere like she owns the place, utterly unignorable. And then she’ll smile, like she has no fucking idea. And you wonder if she really doesn’t. She goes around granting all your wishes and you wonder, why she gives you the world but won’t let you feel her heart. And she will never tell you, because feelings are hard for robot girls. She is afraid she’s too cold inside. What she doesn’t realize is she loves enough for the entire universe, she is too busy electrifying other dimensions into existence. One day she’ll come back down to earth and see everyone around her on their knees.

Pisces She is the light that shines through the night. The Clair de Lune. You fall into her plush essence and she lets you, like a bug stuck in her amber heart. And you think how every moment of your life has brought you closer to this, to her. You finally understand the beauty of minimalism. Not every star needs to be possessed. Not every silence has to be filled. The most important things are the ones you can’t see with your eyes. Live for this. For the feeling.

What is the hardest thing about SPN to believe?

That Castiel still loves humanity after working retail. It’s soul crushing and makes you hate people. After working at a Gas-n-Sip, Cas would be “Fuck you guys! Let the world rot. Y'all suck anyways. Imma eat a taquito.”

Originally posted by thefandomsthatcall

gamblingdementor  asked:

could you draw vanessa and her momboss daniela? it can be lil vanessa or adult vanessa, as you prefer

the only thing daniela loves more than teasing vanessa is vanessa 

Jimin: I know you can climb faster than me.

Jungkook: So what if I can?

Jimin: Why do you always let me win?

Jungkook: You like winning.

Jimin: So do you! What do you get out of it?

Jungkook: I get to see you smile after winning.

Jimin, to Taehyung: He’s staring at my ass.

Taehyung, nodding: He’s staring at your ass.

Thanks Mom

Prompt: You’re Steve’s gf and the golden girl of Hawkins High School … and you aren’t quite as good at taking the high rode as your bf when it comes to Billy Hargrove. 

Warnings: Innuendo. Language. Threats. Basically 25% trying to kill Billy; 75% fluff with Steve’s gf being the Mother of his Children 

You shoved you’re books in your locker just in time for Steve to sweep you off your feet. 

“Hey, good lookin’.” He smiled. 

You rose an eyebrow and restrained a laugh. “Hi Gorgeous. Why are you so chipper?” 

He sighed, toying with the hem of your shirt. “Well I’ve got this crazy hot date tonight.” 

“Ugh, I know, she’s so out of your league.” You grinned. “How do you cope?” 

“Well, you know I’m good in the sack.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.  

You tossed your head back in laughter, checking to see if anyone had heard him, before leaning closer. 

“You do have that going for you.” You murmured, pecking him on the lips. 

“Yeah?” He kissed you back, and didn’t pull away this time, pressing you against your locker.  

“Harrington. Leave room for Jesus, will you?” Ms. Lockhart barked from her classroom door. 

You pulled away from him and giggled, the slightest hint of blush in your cheeks as you peeked over Steve’s shoulder.  

“Meet me at my car?” Steve said. 

“Why don’t you meet me at mine, sweetheart?” Billy Hargrove strutted by the two of you, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. “I’d love to give you a ride.” 

Steve took his hands from your waist to face Hargrove, but you grabbed his hands and put them back on your hips, looking Billy in the eyes. 

“Stick to what you’re used to, Hargrove. We both know your car isn’t built to handle a girl like me.” You said evenly. 

Tommy, who flanked Billy, let his mouth drop, a giggle escaping. 

“Shut your mouth.” Billy said, with a side glance at Tommy, and then looked back to you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Well that’s one hell of a bluff, baby. Why don’t you call me, if you’d like to prove it?” He winked at you and then looked at Steve, “Or if you just get bored.” 

You and Steve both watched him as he made his way down the hallway. 

“Wow.” You said. “What a dick.” 

“Yeah, he’s been after me for a while.” Steve shook his head, “All this alpha male stuff about who runs this school or whatever. It’s bullshit, don’t worry about it.” 

“I won’t.” You said, then Steve looked at you.

“‘We both know you couldn’t handle a girl like me’?” He rose an eyebrow, a smile on his face. 

You bit your lip. “Yeah, was that a bit much?”  

“Babe, that was so hot.” 

You giggled as he pressed you up against the lockers once more, his lips on yours. 

Mister Harrington!” 

He broke away. “Sorry Ms. Lockhart.” He said, still looking at you. “God, you’re wonderful. Do I tell you that enough?” 

“No, not nearly.” You smiled. 

“Jesus Christ. Why don’t you just cream your pants now, Steve?” Came Dustin’s voice, with Will, Lucas, Mike, and Max in tow behind him. 

“Fuck off, man.” Steve took a step back. You noticed a slight blush in his cheeks, and it made you smile. 

“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?” Dustin said. “No really, we can all turn around, give you your privacy in this public school hallway-”

“Hey, I’m the one with the car. So clearly you didn’t hurt my feelings, or your ass would be biking home.” Steve griped, grabbing your hand as you all made for the parking lot. 

“Sorry about that again, by the way.” Max said sheepishly. 

“It wasn’t your fault.” Lucas reassured her. 

“Yeah, she can’t help it her stepbrother’s the Antichrist.” Dustin added. 

“Billy Hargrove? What’d he do?” You turned to look at them. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve look at you, and then to the kids. 

“It wasn’t a big thing, really.” Steve said. 

“Basically, he tried to kill us.” Dustin said, ignoring Steve’s pointed looks. 

You stopped on the school’s front steps and turned. “He did what?” 

“Tried to run us over on our way home from school a couple weeks back.” Mike said. 

“I was arguing with him, he was just trying to freak me out.” Max added, rolling her eyes. 

“How-” You stopped, putting your hand on your hip and looking at them. “Exactly how close did he come to killing you?”  

They all glanced at one another. 

“Babe, are you …” Steve began, but you turned on your heel and started down the steps at a fast pace. “Hey, Y/N, where are you going?” 

“Do you still have that tire iron in your trunk?” You asked distractedly. 

“Um … what?” Steve looked at you, bewildered and alarmed. 

You opened his trunk, grabbed the metal instrument, and headed off in a different direction: Billy’s car. 

“Hey. Hey!” Steve called after you, but Dustin grabbed him when he made to go after you. 

Billy sat in the driver’s seat, Carol getting ready to climb in the passenger’s side. He saw you approaching, smiled, and leaned out the window. 

“Bored already, baby-” 

But he hadn’t finish his sentence before you’d lodged the tire iron in his left headlight. The crash attracted the attention of everyone in the nearest vicinity as glass scattered on the pavement.  

“Hey! HEY!” He threw his cigarette out and kicked open the door. 

Billy Hargrove was not a person to be taken lightly, but you only moved closer, stepping up beside the hood of his car. 

“You make a single move, Hargrove, and I will lodge this tire iron in your windshield.” You held it up threateningly. He paused, looking at you in alarm and muted rage. “Where EXACTLY do you get off trying to kill a bunch of kids, huh?” 

“What the fuck are you-”

“Don’t remember that, shitdick?” You raised your weapon higher. 

He glanced at it and then sighed. “Look, Sweetheart, I was just trying to teach my kid sister a lesson, okay? Nothin’ personal.” 

“I don’t give a fuck.” You snarled, leaning forward. “Those kids over there? They’re mine. If I see you so much as take a step in their direction your car will be the least of your problems. I will beat your fucking ass, do you understand me?” 

He watched you for a moment, and then scoffed and shook his head. “Alright, whatever. I get it. Just get the hell off my car.” 

You started to turn and then turned back, putting your hand on his door so he couldn’t shut it. He stopped and looked at you. “And just to be clear, you don’t run this school and neither does Steve. I do.” 

You released his car, turned on your heel, and marched back to the kids, tire iron still hanging from your right hand. Dimly, you heard Billy’s speakers turn up as he tore out of the parking lot. 

“Alright, Y/N!” Mike grinned. 

“Dude, he was so scared!” Max said incredulously. 

“God, Steve, you’re fired. Y/N’s our new Super Mom.” Dustin said. 

You put the tire iron on the hood of Steve’s car and your smile turned sheepish when you finally looked at him. 

“What the hell was that?” He asked, bewildered. 

You shrugged. “He could’ve killed them. We’ve got enough aliens and government conspiracies to deal with without some douche trying to mow them down on the street.”  

“God, I am so hot for you right now.” Steve grabbed your arm and pulled you against him, making you giggle and the kids let out a chorus of hurling noises. “You are the new Wonder Mom, I can’t beat that.” He said.

You pressed a kiss to his lips and grabbed the iron, “We can co-parent. Wonder Dad.” 

anonymous asked:

hi , could you do a yoongi smut where he is your best friend and you ask him to teach you how to give a bj? ( thanks and sorry for my bad english 🇦🇷)😘

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You sat there chewing on the stick of the sucker you had just finished devouring. Your eyes flickered from the screen, to Yoongi’s face, to the dials on the remote control back to Yoongi’s lips. His fingers, his slender frame lounging on the couch next to yours. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks the more you looked at him. Sometimes you even played it off, acting like you were staring at the TV but you were really checking him out from the corner of your eye. You lifted an eyebrow noticing how he was huffing and puffing next to you a light scowl dancing on his lips as he combed through his blonde locks.

“Is something the matter?” You asked as the silence became too much, the tension in the room soon getting thick.

“Yes. I think you could help me solve it.” Yoongi replied smartly turning to face you. His dark eyes narrowed as your eyes met his and you could feel your heart drop into your stomach.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Yoongi questioned and your eyes opened wide.


“I swear to god Y/N if you say you weren’t staring at me I’m going to leave.” Yoongi was being a bit stern but you could see under the facade of his tough boy act. Still, you didn’t want to upset him you guys were best friends after all and he scolded you like his other friends but his actions to make you apologize are sometimes a bit worse than what he does to the other six. Sighing, you nodded shifting to face him in your seat letting the sucker stick press against the inside of your jaw.

“I wanted to ask for your help with something.” You started slowly and when you could see it in his eyes that he was encouraging you to go on you sighed jutting out your lower lip. “Can you teach me how to blow you?” You asked softly and Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows.

“Blow me?” He repeated, and you nodded feeling your face become warm from embarrassment as you pressed on.

“Yes, blow you, like you know give you head? Suck your dick?” You stated and Yoongi frowned standing up.

“If you’re going to talk nonsense I’m going home.” He stated, and you rolled your eyes reaching for his wrist to pull him back down beside you. After a few minutes of lazy tug and war he let you win with a groan sitting back down beside you.

“I’m serious Yoongi. I really need your help with this.” You whined softly still tugging on his wrist.

“Why do you want to do that? And why me? Is it because you like me?” He teased wiggling his eyebrows and you slapped at his arm. Yes, you liked him as your best friend, but you wouldn’t dare let him feed into that too much.

“Shut up asshole. Here is the thing, lately whenever I give head it’s like I’m not pleasing my partner anymore. I mean he does cum but now it takes longer, and his eyes doesn’t roll the way it used to. I think I’m going soft and I know you’re a very picky person so if you could teach me then maybe it could work on him?” You mused rubbing up and down Yoongi’s arm trying to coax him.

“A dick is a dick.”

“A mouth is a mouth.” You countered as he paused and gave you an incredulous look.

“How do you know he will even like what I like?” Yoongi questioned you and that did stomp you.

“Well I don’t-“

“Okay well case closed.” Yoongi stated and you could feel your anger rising inside. Giving a light frustrated yell, you stood up grabbing at your belongings.

“Where are you going?” Yoongi asked grabbing on your pants leg as you tried to move away from the couch.

“If you’re not going to help me I’m going to ask Taehyung.” You lightly shook your leg to pry his fingers off, but his grip tightened at your words.

“How do you know Taehyung wouldn’t say the same thing?” Yoongi asked and you smiled.

“Taehyung likes oral as much as I do.” You chirped and Yoongi managed to wrestle you back down on the couch.

“You both need to calm down with that, sex is addicting.”

“A dick is a dick.” You repeated batting your eyelashes.

“I like oral too.” Yoongi said next almost pouting and you had to try your hardest to not laugh as you pushed at his chin lightly.

“But you didn’t want my oral so what’s the problem?” You asked and Yoongi tilted his head.

“I don’t want my best friend slobbering all over Taehyung. He would never shut up about it. Besides, I’m more experienced.” Yoongi gloated wiggling his eyebrows.

“Experienced and single.” You gave him a deadpan stare that he matched.

“If I had a girlfriend or if Taehyung did then what would that make you? You wouldn’t even be able to live out your little fantasy.” He pinched your nose pulling back which you followed with soft whimpers slapping at his hand.

“Are you going to help me or not?” You asked and Yoongi gave a mischievous smirk.

“Does your eyes roll back when he eats you out?” Yoongi asked and it took you a moment to think about it. But the more you did the more you felt confused.

“Not.. Lately.” You admitted and Yoongi hummed grabbing at your phone and things to put them back on your table.

“How about this. I’ll show you how to give head, a few tricks that should make any man come undone. Or at least the ones I know, because we talk about this. And in return you can show me how you liked to be eaten out.” Yoongi gave a sweet smile and your heart rate sped up as he watched you.

“But why me? I am fine with what he gives me!” You lied, it was horrible, but you couldn’t let your best friend eat you out.

“A mouth is a mouth?” He questioned, and you narrowed your eyes gritting your teeth at the shit eating grin plastered across his face.

“Fine asshole.” You mumbled and Yoongi chuckled sitting back down beside you, grabbing at your hand he tugged lightly.

“Good now on your knees.” He commanded softly. You didn’t expect this too move so quickly, you suddenly felt like a little lamb in a lion’s den, but you knew that it was too late for you to try to back down now. Once you provoke someone, especially Yoongi he expects you to keep your word. You slid down off the couch and stationed yourself on your knees as Yoongi opened his legs for you. He was staring at you with dark eyes, waiting for you as his legs softly rocked out and in. “Well?” He questioned, and you lifted an eyebrow questioning him. “Dammit, y/n. Do I have to do this as well too? I need you to pull my dick out. Get me hard, do something, if you can.” Yoongi taunted and you felt insulted slightly, but you couldn’t help but laugh because of his rude ass mouth. Biting on your lip, your moved your hands to trail up his jean cladded thighs, immediately you could feel his body become rigid, but he tried to appear relaxed.

Your hands gripped at his zipper and button, your eyes locked on his as you pressed the palm of your hand down against his soft bulge rubbing it up and down. Your eyes cast downward as you became nervous and almost too concentrated on his bulge, keeping your eyes stationed on it. Yoongi gave a soft chuckle leaning over to grip at your chin he looked in your eyes. “Baby it’s a dick, not a magic trick. Don’t be so quick, take your time. Feel me.” He stopped your hand rolling his hips up instead as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Try making out with him next time. Let him feel his tongue against yours, and those soft lips. He will become worked up thinking about what they will do to him.” Yoongi muttered softly pressing closer to you. The blood was rushing every where in your body, you felt light headed and you had both barely started. The smell of Yoongi’s hint of cologne hit your senses as he invaded your space. His lips pressed against yours in a soft kiss that you were eager to deepen. “Slow, down.” Yoongi groaned against your lips gripping tightly at your wrist. It was hard for you to be patient and take things slow, but letting him have his way, you let Yoongi take the lead moving your lips against his softer ones. He deepened the kiss molding your lips together starting to nibble and suck lightly on your top lip. You started to bite onto his plump lower lip flicking your tongue across the expanse of his flesh before pulling it in your mouth to suck on it. You could feel him twitch inside of his pants a soft groan leaving his lips as your fingers started to grope him through his pants. Yoongi removed his hand to instead cup your cheek to deepen the kiss. He asked you for entrance which you granted parting your lips to let his tongue dance against yours. The kiss was slow and sensual, his tongue taking the lead and dominating the kiss while your hand worked on stroking the outline of his hardening member through the confines of his pants. His breath was becoming quicker, his movements a bit rough as he explored your mouth. Yoongi tasted every inch of your warm cavern that he could, his fingers gripping at your hair before he pulled back to look down at your hand stroking the outline of his cock, your fingertips pressing into his clothed bulge.

“Good job, you’re half way there.” He taunted, and you wanted to push him back so bad, but you let him have his fun. Your hands moved back towards his button and you undid it, but he slapped at your hand once you grabbed for his zipper. “It won’t work all the time, but use your mouth. When you do it on a rare setting it will almost make him explode. Patience.” You leaned forward bracing yourself on your knees, looking up at him your teeth gripped onto the silver zipper pulling it down slowly. You felt sheepish under his gaze, so you tried to avoid it, but he once again gripped at your chin making you look up at him. “Eye contact. Don’t be afraid to look at him. He’s your lover, right? Let him know just how much he knows you. How exposed you are even on your knees. If he can find some pleasure in your eyes, he will love it even more.” You found it great and all but considering Yoongi wasn’t your lover and you realized for the first time that maybe this idea was not so good. Your hands grabbed at Yoongi’s hips and you pulled down his pants as well, not really surprised that he didn’t have on boxers underneath his pants.

Yoongi helped you kick off his pants, and he sat there waiting for you. Your eyes trailed over his naked lower half and back up towards his shaft. It was resting against his lower stomach, hard and red. You could see his veins popping out, the length was impressive you had to admit. He looked heavy, he looked hard and from the way it twitched and jumped your mouth couldn’t help but water at thinking about how it would feel. Yoongi wouldn’t say anything to you about it, but seeing how hungry you were for his cock made something stir inside of him. The more you stared the more he wanted to grip at your hair and face fuck you, but he had to be patient and let you take the lead. It felt like eternity but the moment you gripped onto his cock he released a soft sigh settling back against the seat. Your hand moved to grip at his thick girth. Pumping the expanse of his dick up and down, you darted your tongue out against your lower lip trying to follow his advice and take your time. Your hand was testing out how hard you should grip at his shaft, you leaned forward to swipe your tongue against the tip of his shaft, flicking it against the expanse of his head. You let it dance around the tip before sliding down the sides of his cock and back up. Coating him with light spit it made pumping him easier, your eyes trained on his pulsing cock, the soft oozing of his precum. Yoongi had dark eyes, nibbling on his own lips as his breath picked up he saw you about to take him into your mouth and he shook his head grabbing at your locks.

“Tease me. Play with me. Use your tongue before you bob your head. I want you to rile me up.” Yoongi let his fingers comb through your hair and you let your hand wrap around the base of his cock. Nodding your head, you let your tongue flick up and down against his flesh. You took your time trace over every vein you could find, letting your spit coat his whole member. Your lips pressed against different parts of his cock. You let your tongue roam around the bottom of his cock against the base of his shaft, your tongue drifting up against his tip again. You gave Yoongi one look and took his soft nod of his head, your mouth opened wide to wrap around the top sucking on his head, your tongue flicked roughly up and down his slit, flattening to lap up all his sweetness. Your mouth lowered onto his cock taking every inch of it until you couldn’t fit anymore comfortably. You were bobbing your head at a slow pace, letting your tongue flatten so that your mouth could wrap snugly around him. Making soft slurping noises to suck up the excess spit, your hand pumped what your mouth couldn’t reach. Yoongi let you take control and feel him out, his legs spreading wider, he was catching flickers of your gaze lingering on his face. He chuckled deeply as his fingers tightened into your locks and he coaxed you farther down his shaft.

“Go down, get that dick nice and wet princess.” He urged in a rough voice. You didn’t know what provoked you to do this, but you moaned, you moaned at how he commanded you. “Is that so?” Yoongi mused out loud pushing your head down more. “Someone likes dirty talking. Fuck- keep moaning on my dick. You like having it shoved in your mouth, don’t you? I wouldn’t be surprised if you fantasized that it was my dick instead of his in your fucking mouth you slut. I saw how you were staring at it, that weight feels really good against your tongue doesn’t it, y/n?” You were squeezing your legs together the more he talked, you moaned more around his shaft, hearing the suck of air he took as you moved to bob your head at a faster pace. Your eyes shut, and you tried to change your focus on something else so that you wouldn’t have a wet spot in your panties later. “Fucking look at me.” Yoongi ordered gripping tightly at your hair. Your eyes flew open and Yoongi saw all he needed to know. The submissiveness, the sheer want and need from your eyes. The hidden lust that was just begging for his attention. “Such a slut.” Yoongi slapped your hand away from his shaft and moved towards the end of the couch. You adjusted your body for him, but he held your head in place looking down at you with a cocky smirk. “You know why he can’t get satisfaction from you?” Yoongi asked as he started to thrust his hips up into your mouth, pushing himself down your throat as he watched you. His place slow and the grip on your head told you to stay still.  Your heart was pounding against your ears and chest, but you willed yourself to listen to him because fuck he was turning you on so bad right now. “He can’t get it because he’s letting you do all the fucking work. All you want is someone to take control and dominate you like the submissive girl you are. Isn’t that right? I bet if I called you kitten, you would cum in your panties untouched.” Yoongi started to watch your eyes flutter, he was loving this a bit more than he should have. He knew in the back of his mind there were going to be things you both needed to deal with but for right now, he was all for getting lost in his personal pleasure and dragging you down with him. His hips pushed up against your face as he roughly fucked it. His soft trimmed pubes brushing against your nose as he swirled his hips against your face causing choking sounds to erupt from your body. The more he snapped his hips up the more you choked but you loved every minute of it. Your hands stationed themselves on his ankles as you let Yoongi take over. “Look at me, kitten.” Yoongi demanded and you did as he asked. “Look at how fucking ruined you are. I think you can do better. I need to feel your tongue, fight back. Let me see how much you want my cock shoved down your throat.” Your tongue flicked up and down his shaft slowly, swirling when you could and trying to find his most sensitive spots. “That’s right, fuck- so good baby keep it up.” Yoongi encouraged you once or twice before falling back silent. You felt special in a way, knowing him you didn’t think Yoongi was ever the type to be vocal during sex. The few times you stay with him and he brought people over the only thing you heard was a grunt when he climaxed. Of course, you thought because you were his best friend he wanted to encourage you as much as he could.

Yoongi moved to grip at your nose, cutting of your air as he slid his hips all the way forward resting deep inside of your throat. Feeling your throat tighten and heave against him was too much. His eyes rolled a bit and his mouth fell open as you fought to get yourself air. Yoongi pulled back letting you breathe as your body fell forward slightly. “Don’t give up, you’re doing so good, I’m almost there.” Yoongi slide his cock back inside of your mouth holding it in place before he ground his hips against your mouth. Tears were falling from the corner of your eyelids; your throat was burning and there was spit falling from the sides of your mouth and down your chin getting onto your clothes. Yoongi was moaning softly, trying to control himself but you could see that he was on cloud nine. He pulled back and sat down against the couch releasing your nose. Grabbing at the base of his wet dick he tapped it over your face. “Finish me off.”

You moved forward to press your tongue against his cock once again, but one thing he didn’t teach you about was his balls, and you wanted to explore that unknown territory to see what would happen. Your mouth latched onto his ball sack as your hand focused on stroking his cock as at a fast pace. Yoongi growled softly as he watched your dark eyes focus on his body. Your lips wrapping around each of his balls sucking them eagerly. You could feel them tighten against your tongue and you smirked, pressing your thumb nail into the slit of his cock. Feeling his throbbing become more you pulled back slapping his cock against your tongue, flicking it eagerly against his sensitive spot.

“Come on Yoongi. Cum for me and paint my face with your cum. I know you would love to see me be a truly ruined slut with your cum on my face.” You moaned playfully watching him as your hand squeezed tighter and moved faster. Yoongi didn’t protest much, trying to narrow his eyes as he stared into your, but it didn’t work. He was rolling his head back, his hips bucking against your hand in an erratic manner and sure enough he was painting your face with his cum. Whining softly as the warm cum painted your face, your tongue darted out to lick up what you could. His was sweet, a hint of bitterness but you would taste him again in a heartbeat if he asked. You wished you could see how his body was trembling against the couch, how white his knuckles must have been from grabbing anything to calm himself down. Yoongi felt his hips tremble and buck lightly as you stroked him past his orgasm.

“Stop- “He warned weakly moving your hand so that he wouldn’t be overstimulated. Yoongi watched you clean your face of his cum, he watched as you took your shirt off to continue to clean your face.

Yoongi moved to pull his pants up. He situated himself in his pants, standing over you. Yoongi watched you before he gave you another smile, patting on the couch and you tilted your head trying to catch your breath.

“You don’t think I’ve forgotten, do you? It’s my turn.” Yoongi grabbed at your wrist and though you were nervous willingly you went. Yoongi sat you on your ass, his hands spread your legs wide, looking at the wet spot between your shorts. He chuckled leaning forward to give kisses to your center before he discarded your bottoms looking in your eyes. “I hope you’re ready to leave him, because when I’m done with this pussy, it won’t even know his name.”

Aphrodite would be the most annoying mom to the Olympians. Like, Artemis or Hades or whoever would be visiting and just jump five feet in the air, whirling around, ready to attack–

“OW! Aphrodite! Your shitty kid just fucking shot me in the ass!”

“Baby!” Aphrodite coos, leaning over, practically spilling out of her maxi-dress, making kissy faces. “You finally shot straight!”

Eros smiles a drooly smile while the visitor mutters “This is the last time I visit you…”

Hey can we just take a second and talk about society? And how fucked up it is that everybody is forced to conform?

It pisses me off that everyone has dress a certain way and look a certain way and be a certain weight and be held certain unattainable standard to be considered pretty. It pisses me off that people are no longer judged by their work ethic or their personality or how they treat other people or the grades that they get, they’re judged on how they look and how they present themselves. What does it matter if somebody wants to wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt everyday? Doesn’t it matter more that they’re getting their work done and that they’re getting good grades?

Apparently not. You’re supposed to give a fuck what other people think of how you dress and do your hair. That’s supposed to be just as important as how well you work and getting the work done.

This whole generation has depression and has anxiety because all the adults in our lives who are supposed to be teaching us and preparing us for the real world have become more worried about looks and appearances and conformance than getting to know students and figuring out why they act the way they do.

No one cares anymore it’s just a matter of looking good and acting like nothing’s wrong ever. Bad days aren’t ever allowed. Everyone has problems and someone always has it worse than you so no one’s problems are ever valid. You have to smile no matter what, no one’s allowed to cry, and worse your still expected to follow everyone else’s standards of pretty and proper and whatever the fuck else.

I’m sorry I don’t want to be told how to dress or that the fact that I like my baggy clothes- which are my boyfriend’s by the way, who I haven’t seen in months and haven’t talked to in weeks- is “inappropriate”. Wearing that makes me feel a little better and miss him a little less and that’s fucking valid. At least I’m covered. I don’t care what other people think about it. It’s high school. What matters is getting through it with enough to get you through college. The clothes you wear don’t matter.

I don’t appreciate being told to my face that I need to be medicated just because I wear sweatshirts a lot and that automatically means I can’t deal with my depression.

Anyway. I’m just irritated with our fucking society. I can’t even say mad because I honestly couldn’t give a single fuck less what anyone thinks.

So yeah I’m done now. (And need a goddamn nap people are fucking exhausting.)

-Mel (the Slytherin)

ok but lance leaving post it notes on keith’s door every day that keith keeps on a wall in his room to look at whenever he needs it. just things like:
         - “pidge and hunk looking for a guinea pig. watch out”
         - “caught allura raiding the kitchen @ 3am again”
         - “do u think shiro could rock coran’s moustache?”
         - “sharks >>>> hippos”

but also things like:
         - “good work today, samurai :)”  
         - “the person reading this is very beautiful”
         - “your smile warms me more than the sun ever could”
         - “hey guess what? i love you”

OTP Prompt 98

So Person A and Person B have just adopted a dog!

Person A baby talks the pupper:

  • “Who’s a cutie-lil-puppy-poo”
  • “Is you!! Lookie that smile!”
  • “Awwww your lil paws are so cute, come to [parental name]!!”
  • “My number one– shweetest pupper around, you lil cutsie pie”
  • “Aaawwwwe who’s a good lil killer– that toy octie-pus di'nt stand a chance, did he, baby?”

Meanwhile, Person B talks to it like a normal person:

  • “[Pet’s name], I’d prefer if you did your business outside. That’s why we bought the dog-door. Please and thank you.”
  • * news on in background* “So, what’s your opinion on the current administration?” // “*puppy whinny noises*” // “I’m glad we agree.”
  • “Hello there– small animal on my lap… Would you like to change the channel– oh, you’re falling asleep…. very well then.”
  • “I thought we had reached an agreement about you not deficating in the house.”
self-control (part 1) - steve harrington

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Angst, some light cursing.

Summary: You’re in charge of homecoming but you don’t have a date.

A/N: OK, honestly I’m so proud of this you guys. It was like ten pages on a google docs. I hope you like it. I know a lot of people want a part 2 to twist of fate, and that will most likely happen pretty soon! But I want to do this as a series as well so we’ll see. Anyway, hope you all like it. I love the feedback, by the way, so tell me what you think!

Gif is not mine, belongs to the owner.

Originally posted by nwetss

The sound of the phone ringing woke you up. Startled, you ran a hand through your hair and looked around before registering where you were. Home. In bed. Things were normal again, right?

Wrong. It was two a.m and the phone was ringing. Why did your parents agree to get you your own line? You quickly flicked on your bedside lamp and then picked up the receiver. “Hello?” You mumbled barely coherently, slowly sitting up in bed.

“Y/N?” It was Steve. You could tell by the way he pronounced your name. Just slightly different than everyone else did. Like it had more meaning coming from his mouth.

You let out a long yawn. “Yeah, Steve. It’s me. What’s going on? Why are you calling me at-“ you glanced over at the clock on your night stand. “Two thirteen in the morning?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep at all,” he said, and you could hear the tiredness in his voice, all groggy and deeper than usual. “Let me apologize. Let me make it up to you. I fucked up, okay-“

“Fucked up is putting it lightly,” you cut him off, your words sharp like daggers. “I don’t want to talk to you about it. Especially not now.”

Steve sighed on the other line. You could almost picture him running a hand through his hair. You hated that you knew him that well. “Go to sleep, Harrington,” You said, and didn’t wait for a response before hanging up the phone.

You tried to go back to sleep but your mind kept drifting back to a few days ago, when everything starting going to shit.

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Honesty Hour

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Style: One-Shot


Warnings: Language, some angst, and implications of sex. But really this is just pure hilarity in a fake world where all these adorable man!heroes are your best friends.

Word Count: 3K

Summary: It’s your turn to host Friendsgiving, and all your closest friends are attending – Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, and of course, Tom Hiddleston. After a whole lot of booze, the conversation steers into the boys asking your ‘FMK’ (Fuck, Marry, Kill) opinions - which leads to honesty hour with Tom.

A/N: OK so writing five people is hard af and that’s why this is so freaking long, but if you bear with me through this I think you’ll actually LOL at several parts of this little drabble. :) Anon, I hope this does you justice! Gif isn’t mine!

Originally posted by arianalilyblack

You’re not sure why, or how, really, but for the second year in a row you’d agreed to it. You’d be hosting “Friendsgiving”, and in only a few minutes everyone would be arriving.

“Fuck me.” You mumble to yourself, fighting to get butter and pepper all over the outside of the turkey.

“Oh come on now, Doll. You gotta play a little harder to get than that.”

Chris’s voice made you jump.

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