#omg my heart is exploding you are SO sweet. i am squeezing you until your eyes pop!!!!!!!

[starleska]

[submission from the lovely @grossrottie]Oh would you look at that, a Christmas elf came by with a small gift!

Uh oh, you and the Sixth Doctor fell down a chute and got turned into a moodboard! 😱 Whatever shall we do?! Well…for now, I guess you’d better hold onto it! :P

Merry Christmas, Star!!!

( I hope this gets to you in the proper timezone!)

[wondersofdreaming]

You can leave your (Santa) hat on

Characters: Captain (Lucas) Syverson x female reader

Word count: 1.202

Warnings: Striptease. Ass-slapping. Ass jiggling. Twerking. Lapdance. Pictures of underwear.

Author’s note: Thank you to my muse, my angel, my source of inspiration: @radaofrivia​​ - who will listen to me ramble about story ideas, and thank you for always letting me send you the most macabre pictures of men’s underwear.

You can listen to the song mentioned in the story here: Joe Cocker, ‘You can leave your hat on’

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

MASTERLIST

Feedback is appreciated.

“You’re really going to make me do this, buttercup?”

“You lost the bet, and you promised you’d do anything I asked.”

*A few days earlier*

You were texting with your best friend:

Cate: “Babe! Look what I found!”

You: “OMG! Why did you send me that?!”

Cate: “For your husband, silly!”

You: “You really think Lucas would ever wear those?”

Cate: “Make him. You have to. It’s your Christmas present from me. Love you, see ya!”

You: “CATE!”

You threw your phone on the coffee table. Planning your sweet revenge on your husband, after the near heart attack he gave you when he came home early from his tour. You had been happily surprised until he told you he had invited some army buddies to stay with you for a few weeks. Mood ruined.

You had told Cate that you were plotting revenge, and this was her contribution. Some very sexy Christmas themed men's underwear. You opened your laptop and started plotting.

*The day before*

Your dear husband lost a bet. A big one. You had bet that you could hold him down in a fight. What he hadn’t expected was your plan of attack. You had started unbuttoning your shirt, showing him the white lacey bra underneath. He had been stumped, and then you had pummeled him to the ground.

“You, my darling wife, cheated. You exploited my greatest weakness,” he grumbled as you sat on his back with his hands crossed in front of you.

“I never said that it was going to be a fair fight, my love.”

He was insulted by your dirty trick, but after a few kisses and promises of a good time, he was game on whatever you had in mind for him.

*Present day*

“Fine, I’ll do it. Put on some music so I can get in the mood.”

You had just told him about what his punishment was for losing the bet. Putting on three sets of men’s underwear. For the first two he had to model them for you and for the last one, he would do a striptease.

His face had been priceless. Mouth opening into a perfect O-shape, eyes widened to the size of teacups. The look of sheer panic made your heart soar with glee, usually, your husband was afraid of nothing but this might be it.

Lucas Syverson took the packages and with a defeated look he went into your bedroom to change. You had guilt-tripped him into doing this, having had fake crocodile tears in your eyes, as you told him you had hoped to start your baby-making process when he had come home with three soldiers, offering them the guest rooms. You knew that Sy couldn’t handle it if you started crying. He would do anything for you to stop the tears. You did feel a little guilty about having to force this on him, but you had a surprise in store for him when it was over.

“Cue the music!” He told you after a few minutes.

You giggled and started the runway music you had chosen. Syverson walked in wearing a pair of green boxers with three Christmas bulbs on them and the text ‘Well hung’, which fitted your husband so well.

You burst out laughing. He strutted his well-rounded ass in front of you. Twerking those steely buns, making you laugh so hard the sofa was shaking.

He walked away and came back in the next pair of underwear you had bought for him. A pair of white briefs with a black outlining and text saying: ‘Kiss me under the mistletoe’.

His steps were confident as he sat in your lap, jiggling his ass to your crotch. You slapped his left ass cheek, making him yelp. He gave you a side glance before he trapped you between his thick thighs. He moved his hips sensually, filling your mind with 50 shades of filthy thoughts. He leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“I can smell your arousal, sunshine,” he licked the shell of your ear and gently bit your earlobe. You gasped, clutching at his muscular upper arms, trying to ground yourself, as you felt the jolt of pleasure below your navel.

“Baby, you still need to try on one more…” you moaned. He chuckled and removed himself from you.

“Put Joe Cocker on, when I come back,” he called from the bedroom.

“You can’t be serious, babygirl!” You heard him yell, his voice sounded high-pitched and stunned. He came out in a pair of jeans, his favourite Metallica T-shirt, and a Santa hat. Leaning against the door frame, he ran his thumb across his perfectly sculpted lips. You knew you were in deep trouble.

On cue with the music, he started moving his hips. Slowly moving side to side to the beat of the song ‘You can leave your hat on’.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and teasingly moved it further up, revealing his taut abs. You bit your lip in anticipation. Sy had a wicked smile on his face when he removed the shirt, swung it around his head and threw it right in your face.

You giggled hard, watching him unbutton his jeans. He took his sweet time pulling the zipper down. The brown straps on his shoulders were going straight down his jeans. The languid pace he was dancing was torture for you. Lucas turned his back to you, pushing his jeans down so his ass was exposed to your very hungry eyes. He moved around, making you come face to… snout, with the reindeer mankini you had bought for him.

The snort that exploded from your mouth was contagious for Sy, he laughed while removing his jeans all the way. He stood in front of you in nothing but the mankini, a thin string was nestled between his ass cheeks.

“These are so uncomfortable,” he snickered and stretched out the bands on his shoulder, making him hiss as the string in his ass gave him a wedgie.

“Then remove them, darling,” you howled with laughter.

“Am I to be naked alone?”

You shook your head and stood. You grabbed his hands, telling him with your lust-filled eyes to help you remove your articles of clothing. His big hands palmed your breast, giving them a little squeeze before he loosed the knot in your sweatpants, which fell into a heap on top of your naked feet. While you peeled the mankini off your husband, he slowly, languidly lifted your jumper and revealed that you were only wearing a pair of black panties with pink writing: ‘It’s not gonna lick itself’.

Sy had a devilish grin on his face. His long fingers tracing the letters, give you a featherlight touch on your already sensitive flesh above the panty-line.

 He made you sit down and covered you with his broad body. You palmed his bearded cheeks, forcing his face down so you could kiss his plump lips.

“Get to work, captain,” you commanded and pushed his Santa-clad head down towards your waiting aching lady garden of sexual desire.

“Yes ma’am,” he said in a deep husky voice that sent chills down your spine, and then he went to work.

[calumcest]

i’ve really enjoyed reading your drabbles!! i was thinking hush + lashton + billboard drama but you obv don’t have to write it about that if you don’t want 😊

omg thank u thats so sweet of u anon! also oooh i like this prompt 

Send me a "Hush" and I'll write a drabble about one character comforting the other (from fear or grief) 

One thing Luke knows he’ll always be grateful for in years to come, when he thinks back on this, is that he was with Ashton at the time. 

Luke and Ashton actually both miss the call. Their sleeping schedules completely fucked because of quarantine leading to random mid-afternoon naps, Luke curled up on Ashton’s chest with the sheets flung off because it’s ridiculously warm for March. Luke’s the first to wake, pressing a soft kiss to Ashton’s forehead as he reaches over and grabs his phone off the charger. He nestles back into Ashton’s side, unlocking his phone, and immediately sees that he has seven hundred messages. 

He doesn’t immediately panic, because the last time he had seven hundred unread messages was because Calum and Michael were in a heated debate about what Australian cereal they miss the most. It’s only when he sees the seventeen missed calls from his management team that he starts to worry, clicking into the group chat to see what he’s missed. The chat’s still active, new messages appearing every few seconds-

CHIt’s fucking insane 

CHCan we recall any? 

MCwe have

MClike forty thousand 

CHFucking hell 

Luke frowns. 

MeWhat’s going on 

The group chat explodes immediately. 

CHFucking finally 

MCwhere the fuck have you been?

MeNap

MCbunch of albums got released early

MCshipping error

CHBillboard won’t count them

Luke’s stomach drops. Are they going to make it into the top ten?

MeHow many 

MC 50k, we recalled 40k 

CHTen thousand 

Fucking hell. Jesus fucking Christ. 

“Ashton,” Luke says urgently, nudging Ashton’s side. Ashton groans, and rolls over. “Ash, seriously. Wake up.” 

“What?” Ashton mumbles. “‘m sleepin’.” 

“There’s been a shipping error,” Luke says, trying not to let the panic leak into his voice. Ashton rolls back over and rubs his eyes, looking at Luke blearily. 

“What?” 

“They’ve shipped a bunch of albums early,” Luke says, “and Billboard’s not going to count them.” Ashton sits bolt upright, grabbing his phone off the bedside table and scanning through the messages. Michael and Calum are still talking in the group chat - Luke can see his phone lighting up incessantly - and eventually Ashton puts his phone down and stares at Luke. 

“No number one,” he says, sounding strangely calm. 

Luke’s stomach bottoms out. He hadn’t even thought that far ahead. 

“Oh,” he says, and his voice sounds a little strangled. Ashton just stares at him. 

“No number one,” he repeats, like he’s trying to force it to sink in. Luke swallows. 

“We have three number one debuts already,” he tries, but he knows it doesn’t stop the smarting. “And it’s still a good album.”

“This is everything,” Ashton says, a little dazed. “This is all I am.” 

“That’s- no, Ashton,” Luke says, scrambling to his knees. 

“It is,” Ashton says. “You- you’ve got your modelling, Mike’s got his gaming, Cal’s got a whole bunch of shit. I’ve got nothing else. I- this is my life.” 

“You’re more than the music,” Luke says, and Ashton looks at him, a don’t even try it look. “No, Ash, you are. You’re a wonderful friend. You’re an artist, a fucking visionary. You’re an amazing brother. You’re the best boyfriend I could have ever asked for. Don’t reduce yourself to that.” 

“But that’s all I am to me,” Ashton says. “I- I’ve never done anything worthwhile in my life, besides the music. That’s, like. How I measure myself.” 

Luke’s heart splinters, just enough for it to ache. 

“Don’t say that,” he says fiercely. Ashton shrugs, and it’s deflated and sad. “Come here.” Luke holds his arms open, and Ashton only hesitates for a moment before shuffling forwards and leaning into Luke, who falls backwards, pulling Ashton on top of him. Ashton tucks his face into Luke’s neck, curls up on Luke, makes himself as small as possible, and Luke wraps his arms around Ashton as tightly as he can. 

“We don’t know how it’s going to turn out yet,” Luke says, threading his fingers through Ashton’s hair and scratching over his scalp. 

“It’s not going to be number one,” Ashton mumbles, muffled by Luke’s skin. 

“We don’t know that,” Luke says, even though it’s pretty much a done deal, with ten thousand records out of the window. 

“We do,” Ashton says. “And it’s not even our fault. I could have lived with it if people just didn’t like it.” 

“No, you couldn’t,” Luke says, because that’s a straight up lie. 

“Okay, I couldn’t,” Ashton admits, “but at least I wouldn’t feel so powerless.” Luke swallows, squeezing Ashton tighter. 

“I know,” he says. Ashton says nothing, just noses deeper into Luke’s neck, but Luke knows it’s what he needs. There’s nothing Luke can say to make it better, but he can be there. He can hold Ashton, kiss him, stroke his hair, tell him he loves him, make him feel safe and secure and stable until he can do that for himself again. 

“You’re my number one,” he says sincerely, playing with a tendril of hair near Ashton’s ear. There’s a moment’s pause, then Ashton snorts. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he says, but Luke can hear the smile in his voice, and knows that he’s going to be okay. 

[slxyangel]

Shock Therapy (Steven Adler / Izzy Stradlin’ x Reader)

Summary: Revenge is a really tricky fucker, but who cares at this point?

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, toxic relationship, self-confidence, not much more.

A/N: OMG this story has been waiting in my drabbles for more than four months now, it was literally the second fic I wrote, right after Pain and Noise, but I didn’t know how to finish it until now, Here is the SECOND PART, thanks to those beauties who asked me for it, because I appreciate the feedback and I am a provider momma. And now, I’ll leave you to it.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Masterlist: https://slxyangel.tumblr.com/post/189625800403/masterlist

You saw it the moment you turned the corner. There he was, laying his back against the wall of the alley, sticking his tongue down that blonde bitches’ throat and squeezing her ass with the same hands that he so very often couldn’t keep away from you.

You couldn’t believe it, you never would have imagined. You didn’t even know the girl, so you deduced she was one of the many groupies who spent time in the studio with the boys. What the fuck did he think he was doing? It was like he had specifically pickpointed every single one of your deepest insecurities, gathered them up and blown them in your face. You were seeing red.

The first thing you wanted to do was grab her hair and drag her away from your boyfriend, only to then smack the shit out of him. But as you watched five months of relationship with the sweetest, most caring, most goofy boyfriend you ever had, you knew better than that. It had to hurt.

When they separated you took your chance and hid behind the dumpster. They hadn’t noticed you, so you used your advantage and saw her walk past you, making her way towards the back door of the studio right after she profusely reassured Steven that he didn’t need to worry, “their story”, (in his own words) was going to be kept a secret. That bastard…

A few moments later you heard the sound of a lighter coming from where you supposed Steven still was, since you hadn’t seen him go chasing after the girl, and the alley had no way out. So you decided to play dumb and complete the task you were carrying out before you saw him cheating on you, as if nothing ever happened.

You left your hiding spot and, putting up your best front, you turned the corner. There he was, half-consumed cigarette on his lips, drumsticks on his belt and absentminded look on his face. When he saw you, he greeted you with a warm smile.

- Hey.

- Hey - you said, walking to him and giving him a quick peck on the lips - I looked for you everywhere. The guys say it’s your turn, they need you inside asap.

He pulled you closer with his arms and removed a strand of hair from your forehead as he took another drag of his cigarette. You were livid with rage and pain, but he wasn’t going to notice. Not now. Not yet.

- I know, I just needed the smoke. We’ll be right back.

- Okay - you answered softly.

You had never been the revenger, grudge-holder, cold-hearted type of person, but this was a whole other level of betrayal. He knew about your trust issues, he knew how much two of your exes had put you through, he knew how much you despised and feared being lied to, and he had sworn upon heaven and hell not to repeat that pattern. Yet there he was, having "a story" with some other chick and betraying the trust it had taken you massive amounts of effort to put on him.

Once he had finished smoking you two went back to the recording studio where the rest of the guys were waiting. And then it hit you.

It had to be one of them.

You had grown closer with the band during these last few months, to the point where you could even consider them friends. They even jokingly-not-so-jokingly had once said they would break Steven’s legs if he ever hurted you. Well, this was their cue.

Axl was your first thought. He would have accepted the very second you explained it to him, the problem was that he had a girlfriend. And so did the rest of them. The only one single was Izzy, about who you had once heard he had liked you for a while now, though you were not so sure; you had never given it a second thought. Until now.

After finishing records for the day, once you and the guys were the only ones left in the studio, you decided to improvise and grabbed Steven’s wallet from the table he had left it on. Then, you approached Izzy and asked him if you two could have a word.

- Sure.

- Hey guys! We’re heading to grab some food. You in? - Slash screamed from the door on the opposite side of the room.

- Yeah, sure, get going, we’ll catch you in a bit - said Izzy as Steven smacked you in the ass as a “see you later” and followed the boys. Good, he hadn’t realized he “forgot” his wallet, so he was going to have to come back for it. You hoped those 15 minutes were enough time to convince Izzy. - So, what is it? - He asked curiously.

And you told him. Everything. His face went from “Are you fucking kidding me?” to “What a shithead” to “Wait a minute…” the moment he realized what you were about to ask him to do.

- … and that’s why I need him to see us making out. Kissing, nothing more. I assume we have like five minutes before he comes back for his wallet. We see him through the window, we kiss, he walks in and...

- I can’t do this, Y/N, I’m sorry. - he said. His face was now full-on “Oh shit, man” - Why didn’t you ask the others? Axl would be more than happy to comply. Or even Duff. Or even - he continued,but he interrupted himself - why didn’t you confront him right away? You should have kicked his ass, he deserves it.

- I know, I know, the thing is that they all have girlfriends, and I don’t want to cause more mayhem than the strictly necessary. Plus, slapping and yeling at him would have been too quick and unsatisfying a solution. Oh, and he had his drumsticks, he would have sticked them up my ass.

- Not if you sticked them up his before - he said, jokingly. You both laughed. - But I’m serious, I can’t. He’s my bandmate, he’s my brother, I can’t do this to him.

- Exactly, you guys are best friends. When one of my best friends is being a dick, I am in the moral obligation to let them know. Actually - you backed off - it doesn’t even have to be a best-friend-fucks-girlfriend kind of thing, the last thing I want is to Yoko Ono you guys. I just need him to see me shoving my tongue down your throat, and when he does and starts freaking out we pull away and explain the whole plot to him. We know he deserves it, and he knows it too. It might take a few weeks to cool him off after that, but then you’ll have your morally reformed, brand new best friend back, and I’ll have my satisfaction. Then I’ll see what I do with him.

You saw him hesitating for slightly too long, and you started panicking. Maybe that wasn't right. Maybe you were overstepping. Maybe you should find another way, plan ahead or leave it be.

Through the window you saw the silhouette of Steven finally making its way to the front door of the one-floor building, patting his pockets, and when your eyes found Izzy's, you knew he had seen him too. The blond had realized he didn't have his wallet and he was coming back to collect it, exactly as you had planned. The sound of the opening door came from the hall. "This is it", you thought, but the thread of your thoughts was interrupted by Izzy's lips suddenly locked with yours.

You took what seemed an eternity to process the action, and a bit more to assimilate the intimacy of it. Izzy had swiftly grabbed your waist and turned your body in his direction, so now you were turning your back to the door. But though his first movement was fast and rough, even aggressive, maybe as a reaction to the tension of the moment, the following moments were unexpectedly gentle. His lips moved slowly and synchronically with yours, and they had a sweet taste, he tasted like cigarettes and mint. Your breaths were even, but your heart wasn’t, it was racing, and you could bet his was too. The tension of the moment, again, for sure. His left hand cupped your face, and you could perceive the calluses on his fingertips as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. Meanwhile, his other hand was intertwining, almost involuntarily, with yours, in line with your hips. Even with your eyes closed you felt the way he was leaning into your touch, the way he enjoyed how you held on to his shoulder with your free hand so you didn’t lose balance. It was such a whirl, such a mass of sensations, that after separating from him you got lost in his eyes for a second and forgot that Steven was looking at you from behind.

He looked as if he was going to talk. Or to scream. Or to spontaneously combust. Or all three at the same time. He started to raise his hands as if he was asking why, though it wasn't clear who he was asking to; and then he pointed at you two, about to explode, but you were faster:

- Don’t you fucking dare - your tone was dry, low and full of bitterness.

- Wha-

- I saw you practically devouring that chick’s mouth an hour ago in the alley.

Now his face changed completely; oh, how the tables have turned. He was really transparent, so he couldn't avoid a guilty expression that betrayed him, even if it was for two seconds. Then, his eyes went back to confusion, and you felt like either comforting him or throwing a chair at him. In all this mess of couple dirty laundry and unspoken feelings, Izzy seemed a mere spectator until Steven changed his tactic and started projecting.

- WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, MAN?

- Dude, fucking chill, it was just a kiss - Izzy sounded like he was waiting for you to step forward and unveil the truth. After all, it was you who had to make amends and fix things with the drummer.

Steven looked so lost, so out of place, like he wanted to say something but he didn't know how to say it or even what to say. He knew he somehow was to blame, but man he was hurt. He didn't expect you to know about his affair, but in case you did, he never would have thought you would get revenge, especially not with Izzy.

This situation was quickly getting out of hand, and something had to be done about it, so you spoke up. You told him everything: your reasons, the process, the plan and what Izzy thought about it, so that it was clear that it was your idea and the guitarist had little to nothing to do with it, he had just tagged along. If there was something you were certain about, it was that you didn't want to put the band in any trouble, that was actually the reason why you were going to back off a few minutes before, when Izzy finally kissed you like that.

When you thought about giving Steven a bit of his own medicine you weren't sure about what reaction you expected, but honestly the one he had wasn't the worst possible. He apparently understood it, you saw the pieces of the puzzle falling into place as you spoke. He was most definitely shook and pretty hurt, but he understood it; "I don't have the right", he thought, "so what the fuck do I do now?". At the same time, there was Izzy, who had the look of someone who is on the beach, stoically waiting for a tidal wave to arrive; they see it coming and they know they will drown; in fact, they have known it long before that moment, but they know there’s no escape from their fate, so the run is all but worth it. And in the middle of it all, you. Standing there, looking intermittently at both sides as if you were witnessing a tennis match, and trying to control or at least process the reactions you hadn’t taken into account when you hurriedly came up with that plan, Steven’s, Izzy’s and your own. The human factor, you know, on can’t preview that. It was too much, too fucking much for you to handle then and there, all alone, and under such pressure, so your brain collapsed into automatic driving mode. You babbled a “Jesus” or something like that, wringed your hands and strickenly made your way to the parking lot.

Read the second part here

[thedreamingreaper]

My favorite moments/quotes from Five Days in Galdin Quay by pinkmoogle

January 18th, I completed my first playthrough of Final Fantasy XV I was having a big case of the feels and I just needed more content. So what do I do afterwards?

I read fanfiction.

I went on Fanfic.net and then I hit the motherload on AO3. Just holy crap there was so many fics. Like any new fandom I start with the really sweet, cute to the humorous. Read some NoctisXLuna fics, they were cute. Though there was fic one that caught my attention. Jump to the 24th of January, a day at the laundromat, you know how those days work. Anyway, while I was waiting I open AO3 to help pass the time and a fic called “Five Days in Galdin Quay“ by @pinkmoogle pops up. A reader-insert with Noctis. Okay okay. A vacation with the Chocobros and Noctis as the love interest....hhmmmm. So a small part of my brain is like hmm what if its like those badly written self-inserts? but the other part was screaming READ IT READ IT READ IT, TO HELL WITH IT.

*tap*

Okay sooo I didn’t really read it at the laundromat, BUT I saved it for that night!

(๑°o°๑)

Lemme just say I stayed up all night reading up to chapter 4, when it was still the latest chapter. So obviously I didn’t regret this. ( ॣ•͈૦•͈ ॣ) Now it just updated Thursday with chapter nine!!!! Its soooo BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN and omg my poor ovaries had the most damage. I’ve read this over and over until I can almost memorize the whole thing...okay I’m exaggerating. SO anyway the point of this post is I will be listing My favorite moments/quotes from Five Days in Galdin Quay by @pinkmoogle. Fair warning: spoilers cause I’ll be going through each chapter and this may get to be long as hell....I’m sorry...I’m not sorry tho. I TOTALLY AND STRONGLY RECOMMEND YOU READ THE WHOLE DANG FIC

Chapter One: Change of Plans

Okay let’s start this!

I can immediately hear the character’s voices in my head.

Galdin Quay is the ultimate vacation spot.

Each of the guy’s clothing choice ON. POINT.

“She can sit on my lap, if she has to. The drive isn’t that far… An hour, at most. With the top down, there’ll be plenty of room. Don’t worry.” The situation where they are about to leave Cape Caem and there is literally no space left for Reader-chan, except sit on Gladio’s lap for the whole ride. This reminds me of one time back in high school my friend was the ONLY one in our small group to have a car and a license so she gave us rides home. Anyway all six of us piled in her car and the backseat was EXACTLY LIKE THIS. We were packed like freaking sardines.

THAT EYE CONTACT THO. Hoooo boy oh boy oh boy.

Chapter Two: Partners

Iggy and his can of Ebony. “...somewhat perverse interest in the way that his throat flexed when he swallowed down a mouthful of it and the way that he clicked his tongue against his palate to protract the taste...”

“I’m fine. You’re just… uh, really hard to sit on.” yeah I would totally be willing to throw myself off the Regalia

“God, just GET me OUT of this car before I decide to climb onto the back dash for the rest of the way… I’ll look at nothing but my hands, I swear.” ʱªʱªʱª (ᕑᗢूᓫ∗) HAHAHAHA just internal screaming

the drive from Cape Caem to Galdin Quay...always start FFXV with a drive to Galdin from Caem. ALWAYS.

‘Galdin Quay was everything that you'd expected it to be…’ Making it my mission to travel and find a real life Galdin Quay SOMEWHERE ON THIS EARTH.

When they met in high school and and well, what little that we know what happened.

‘If he wanted to look…… then you’d give him something to look at.’ DAT LIL STRIP TEASE. CLAP CLAP CLAP. Also VERY nice touch on the black bikini another round of applause. *clap clap clap*

 THE ULTIMATE GAME OF CHICKEN!!! PART ONE

Chapter Three: Poison

“...he shifted his russet gaze over toward you - the pearly-whites of his anteriors surfacing beneath smirking lips as the tip of tongue licked intently at the corner of his mouth just as his right eye sealed in a wink. “Super  starving…” WELP IF THIS SHOWS A JEALOUS NOCTIS...I’m ALL FOR IT!!!

“Concentrate... Concentrate… God, he feels  so  good, though… So warm, so soft, so strong... “HOOLY  CRAPPP READER-CHAN AND NOCTIS PAIRED UP FOR THE SECOND PART OF CHICKEN. IT BEGINS. THE SPARK IS LIT.

Can I say I LOOVVVEEE the use of using the left, middle and right margins?? Its such a breath of fresh air.

That intense eye contact before REader-chan went unconsciousness. OHH LORRDD.

Chapter Four: Panic

“Would you like to come in there with me, maybe?” IF only If only we could get Ignis.

“Why did blood still blotch the surface? Shouldn’t all effects of the sting have dissipated along with the wound itself?....Do I…? Do I have a hickey? Is that a hickey? Is that…?....Your inner-thigh to the tops of both of your legs - eyes widening when you detected twin, circular bruises in the shape of the Prince’s fingertips.” WELP WELP WELP...DANG DANG INTERESTING PLACE TO HAVE A HICKEY.

THAT WHOLE MASTURBATION SCENE. *pulls hair* 

The small lil NoctisxreaderxGladio fantasy...sweet baby jesus.

MOTHER FUCKING NOCTIS JUST HANGING OUT OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM DOOR

“Hopefully your bed helps you relax more than the bathtub did…” YOU CHEEKY SEXY BASTARD.

Chapter Five: Situations

“...Irradiated streaks of carnation-pink, dreamsicle-orange and pastel-blues that decorated the morning sky, it couldn’t have been later than six o’clock...” I LOVE THIS DESCRIPTION.

“You’d been insatiable - trembling fingers heedlessly coaxing your heated flesh into orgasm while you took a patch of the comforter between your teeth to stifle the broken whine that followed, even though your bedroom hadn’t harbored another set of ears for such sounds to fall on.”

SO MUCH ADAM CROASDELL

“...if Ignis,  of all people,  were to act as a secondary tally to that list, you’d pack your luggage and  walk back to Caem...” totally imagines all bags packed and just speed walking out of there. NOPE NOPE NOPE.

“Ignis vocalized his approval with something of a groan - the deepened drawl rumbling from within his chest and tickling at your ears until the shell of them turned pink from the praise...” PRAISE KINK SO MUCH PRAISE FROM IGNIS YASSSSSS

Blueberry pancakes - BEST WAY TO START THE DAY. Anyone who says otherwise is invalid.

Freshly squeezed orange juice with Ignis...YOU HAVE TO HAVE THE RIGHT PRESSURE.

Chapter Six: Standpoint

This chapter from the POV of our sleepy prince.

Hear hear to Pale Ales!!

‘She looked demoralized, wrecked and ruined, and all within a matter of minutes...” ohhhhhh.

“She watched him with a keen, avid thirst, irises flickering from one of his eyes to the other before dropping to watch the way that his mouth strenuously moved against her. As she watched him -  and as he watched her - her marring whimpers and restless shifts had almost completely ceased, as if the eye-contact alone had been the sole alleviation to her misery.But amidst these fervent ministrations and deep, nasal intakes of breath, Noctis quickly realized…...that he could  smell  her. “ Ooohhhhhhh

“...the floor of his mouth instantaneously flooding with saliva from the sheer  carnality of it and magnifying his pupils into swollen, ravenous pits of gluttony and greed. Her scent was wispy and almost floral in nature, damp but not foul with a salty distinction that classified it as one thing, and one thing only...She was enjoying this.” OHHH

*PAUSE, goosebumbs and oh lord help me through this*

“ heaving out an audible, yet shaky exhale as blood thundered directly to his groin from the luscious, honeyed purrs that lewdly poured from the other side…“ sweet baby jesus

“Goddamnit, she sounds so... fucking... p r e t t y... “ *no words only squeaks*

“Mmmn. Let’s see your reaction, pretty girl… “ *SQUEAKS INTENSIFIES*

 "Don’t... you... dare. Don’t you   dare  be quiet…   Not with me… “ I would like to thank everything good and holy in this world and it has been a good good thing. O///w///O

I would like to summarize this whole chapter with, “Oh, f u c k.“

Chapter Seven: Seabound

THE GLASS FLOOR

GLOWING BARRELFISH

BEST NIGHTLIGHT

“The fish, dude!The fish! Do you know how cool it’d be to fall asleep to the glow of a barrelfish? Best. Nightlight. Ever.”

The S. S. Odin

“...opening your eyes that you didn’t even know that you’d closed, your gaze was quickly met with the black, downy fabric of the chest that you were pressed against -- confirming that it  hadn’t, in fact, been Prompto that had caught you -- but the startling realization of who had was enough to make your heart-rate spike unsettlingly...” ohhh lord

“You haven’t looked at me all morning,”....”I’m looking at you right now.”   Boom. “ *sinks down chair*

“Do I make you nervous?“ ..... ......YES OMG YES YOU MAKE ME FUCKING NERVOUS. YOU HAVE TURNED ME INTO A NERVOUS WRECK.

Chapter Eight: Storm

GLADIO the ultimate sexy distraction.

“If I don’t make it, Noct and Gladio can make fun of me for the rest of the trip, but if I  do make it…” Prompto trailed off, a smirk tilting the corner of his mouth as aquamarine irises shifted from one set of curious eyes to the other. “... We get to do karaoke tonight out on the beach.”...”I’m thinkin’ about… oh, what’s that one song? It came out in the late nineties. Iris, you would know! It’s about genies, I think.“ Ahhh such a classic song.

NOCTIS IS THE EMBODIMENT OF TEMPTATION

“What are you trying to say?“, “Oh, you know  what I’m trying to say“, “You really want me to say it?”,“I  really want you to say it.”, “I think that you’re a pussy.” OHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHH

Chapter Nine: Rubicon

AKA THE DESTROYER OF OVARIES

AKA HARBINGER OF SEXY DEATH

AKA WE ONLY JUST STARTED YO

I SWEAR IF I HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS CHAPTER AGAIN I AM GOING TO EITHER A) SCREAM MY HEAD OFF OR B) DIE AN EXTREMELY EARLY DEATH WITH MY LAST WORDS OH GOD OH GOD.

C-can I say this WHOLE CHAPTER IS MY FAVORITE?!?!

LIKE ASDSFDGFHJKKL MY OVARIES HAVE EXPLODED

We’re gonna need crates of band-aids and STAT.

(×_×;）DED

[park-seonghwa]

hhhh sorry for confusing you :')) omg same, I wish I could just hug and squeeze them and wipe their tears. When Seungmin hugged Jongho my staytiny heart exploded :') Also akdjsjs thank you so much you're so sweet, seriously😭💖 I actually posted it on my blog (I have a fanart masterlist linked (also this reveals even more about me you might already guess who I am, I suck at being secretive😭)), so after I reveal myself you could take a look at it if you wanna~

(part 1 of part 2) Sometimes one comes out more, sometimes the other. Maybe you know what I mean? I'd love to talk to you more in depth about this because if there's a chance I could somehow help you go through tough times, I want to do it.😭💓

When Shoot Me came out I was amid a breakup with my boyfriend and the lyrics of the song hit me so hard because I could relate so well to everything they sang about. Especially the bridge part with the "I'm okay, so if you wanna hurt me, baby just hurt me" because my ex kept getting more and more distant towards me and when I confronted him about it he wanted to talk to me and explain everything... 3/5

but he kept pushing "the talk" further into the future until he just ghosted me and I've never heard of him ever again nor have I ever gotten closure about what happened and why he suddenly started treating me like this. I feel like since there wasn't a clear end to our relationship it's still hurting me even though a year has passed already :/ I recently dreamed of him and that was so weird. I mean I'm over him, 100%, but I'm not over what happened,,if that makes sense 4/5

Aww thank you so much💖💖 oh well...I don't know much about giffing but I can only agree with all the other lovely people that sent you asks about it; your gifs are so amazing, so high-quality, so beautiful; I really love your gifsets and so do many many more🥺💞 If I didn't know what an amazing person you are, I'd definitely follow you for these pretty gifs!! Also, I admire your work so much, I don't think I'd have had the courage to talk to you if it wasn't for this atiny anon event :o 5/5

it was so sweet of seungmin, just like when keonhee looked so genuinely happy for them!! my heart just went awww . hehehe dont worry im a dumbass, ill never figure out who you are until you reveal yourself,, ofc i wanna im so excited to see your art!! youre really an angel sent from above, arent you?? you saying that made me all warm inside, thank you, truly💗 i would like to hear out your problems too, if youre comfortable with it ofc, and possibly help you,, at least a tiny bit.

the whole situation with your ex bf sounds terrible, im so sorry you had to go through such a bad breakup. i was in a very similar situation almost 3 years ago, and i still sometimes dream/think abt the boy to this day. im over him, just like you, but subconscious is a powerful thing. we both deserved to know the reason behind their behavior... it will get easier with time, but youll always have that tiny odd feeling in you, mainly because of how the whole thing ended. 

aww honey thank you for these words, it means to much to me. some things happened yesterday involving gif making and it just got to me. i felt so discouraged and bad about my stuff, i even considered never making anything again ehh. but yeah, i kinda calmed down and said fuck it, im gonna keep making stuff even if its not the best or whatever, bc its something i enjoy doing. thank you so much once again!!💗 im really glad that this atiny anon project is happening too, i dont think we would actually start talking otherwise hehe💗

[jimchimmie-blog]

Almost got caught (Part 2)

I was deep into my thought that i didn’t notice my members entering the practice room on bye one until i felt someone tapped my shoulder. I jumped at the sudden gesture by none other than jimin hyung. Why is it got to be him. I can feel myself blushing when i remembered what happen earlier on especially with jimin hyung infront of me.

“Kook, why are you so out of it? You seemed troubled by something. Are you okay?”

I melted at how caring jimin is. This is one of the reasons i fell for him. He is just too kind and always looked after me ever since we met. I was an awkward teenager last time but jimin hyung didn’t hesitate to approach me at all even though i would always push him away. I was always flustered and felt my body heating up whenever jimin hyung touched me or said something sweet to me. Now i know why i was like that. I have always felt something for him all along. Now that i have come to terms with my feelings, i felt happy but sad at the same time. Happy that i fell in love with such an amazing guy but sad that it will always be one-sided love. There is no way jimin hyung would like me the same way i like him.

“Nothing hyung. I was just thinking about the dance steps we are learning. Trying to run it through my brain”

I, as always made up an excuse. That was smooth of me to be honest. I am proud that i am able to lie easily but it hurts everytime that i have to deny. I put up my best smile to assure jimin hyung that i am fine. Jimin would always sense something is wrong even though you would tell him you are fine. That is what makes jimin so special. He just know.

Jimin slightly tilt his head to the side as if he was trying to read my mind. Can i input something here? Okay.. jimin looked so cute right now while tilting his head. OMG. He really got to stop being so adorable. I want to reached out to his cheeks and pinch it so hard but of course, i have to control myself. I know he is not doing it on purpose. He is just cute naturally. He would always says that he cannot do aegyo but actually his existence itself proved his statement wrong. He get really really cute without him noticing. I would always found myself smilling.

“You sure kook? If you have anything, don’t hesitate to share with me. We are friends afterall”

Ouch. I just got friendzoned. I can hear my heart breaking into pieces at that statement. It hurts so much but what can i do? This is all we are. We are just friends. We can’t be more than that. If i make the first move, everything will go down the drain.

“I’m fine hyung. Thank you” i tried my best to not sound rude or different. I guess i succeeded.

“If you say so..lets start practicing.” I nod abit before standing up. Jimin went off first to talk to taehyung. With his back facing me, i looked longingly at him. I smiled sadly at how stupid i am. Falling in love with someone i cannot have. Plus.. i bet jimin hyung would be disgusted if he knew that i liked him. That thought made me more sadder. I bet jimin like some cute girls and those shorter than him. I am no girl and neither am i shorter than him. I can feel my tears threathening to fall down my cheeks. I quickly turned around facing the wall. I looked down on the floor while closing my eyes shut desperately trying to stop my tears. Another thing i am good at.

I felt someone hold my right shoulder. I looked to my right to see jin hyung looking at me with concern. I bet he saw my pathetic face. I gave him a small smile to assure him that i will be fine. He squeezed my shoulder lightly as a way to comfort me. I feel so grateful to have jin hyung around me. Without him, i would be so lost and broken.

“Thanks hyung. Needed that. I will be fine so don’t worry”. I spoke softly to avoid jimin from hearing us.

“Stay strong jungkook. We will talk later okay? Lets focus on practice first”

I nodded at him in acknowledgement. We quickly went to join the others as they are all already starting. Again, i made eye contact with jimin hyung but i can see that he did not look really happy. I wonder what happened?..

After hours and hours of practice for our upcoming concert, we are finally done. The clock hit exactly 2am in the morning as soon as we are done. I grabbed my water bottle and sat down on the floor with my back against the wall. That was refreshing. Dancing took away some of my worries. I am glad we have practice. We are going home soon after resting. I can bath and sleep. The thought of sleeping makes me excited. I can’t wait to reach home and rest. Since we finished our promotion, we don’t have anything from tomorrow onwards.

Finally we reached our dorm. I sat down on the sofa to have a quick rest before bathing. The other members went to shower first. I guess i have to be the last one to shower . It was quite weird actually.. jimin hyung did not talk to me at all. Ever since we made eye contact in the practice room, he did not talk to me at all after that. As if he was trying to avoid me. Not that i am complaining. It is better if we keep this distance since it can help me move one(hopefully) but it still hurts? Or maybe..shit maybe he knows about my feelings for him and he feels disgusted?! Is that why he avoided me? The thought of it makes my head spin and i can’t imagine what will happen to me if jimin hyung hate me. What do i do? Should i ask what is wrong? I was fidgeting with my fingers nervously.

“JK…hello?Earth to JK?(In engrish)”

My train of thoughts came to a stop. I turned my head to see jin hyung looking at me worriedly again.

“Oh hyung. Did everyone finish bathing already?”

“Yes. Except yoongi. He is still in the bathroom right now. He just went in. Come on, lets talk in my room”

Oh yeahh. The talk.. i forget about it.. i followed jin from behind to his and yoongi’s shared room.

As soon as we are inside the room, jin hyung locked the door to make sure no one comes in.

“How about yoongi hyung?”

“He will take quite long and he will knock so don’t worry.”

I sat on yoongi’s bed while jin on his bed. It was quite for the first few seconds. I was looking down on the floor. It was as if jin hyung was thinking on what to ask me.

“Are you okay?”

I looked up to look at jin hyung. He looked really worried. I guess i cannot lie about it. I smiled sadly.

“I want to say i am but honestly.. i am not okay at all..”

I waited for jin hyung to ask me something but i guess he wants me to continue speaking.

“I-i feel so stupid. I know that this won’t work out at all but i am still hoping. Hoping for something. It hurts like hell. I try to always be normal around him but its getting harder and harder each day. I..i am scared that one day, i might explode and what we have now will just vanish just like that. The thought of jimin hyung hating me makes me want to puke. I-i hate it. I love him but i wished i never did..i wished i never feel this way about him. Its tearing me apart. Everyday i try to act normal around him and i am glad that it worked out.. i am glad it did but its hard hyung. Its hard. Its painful but i never regretted loving him but i wished i didn’t in the first place. What can i do hyung? What should i do? H-help me..”

I poured everything that was pooling inside my mind and before i knew it, my tears was streaming down my face continuously without stopping. I bit my lips trying to prevent myself from sobbing too hard. This is embarassing to be honest.. i rarely cries in front of people especially my members. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand but more tears keep streaming down my face. I am at the stage where i am pratically sobbing right now. I can feel jin hyung sitting beside me. He put his arms around my shoulder while rubbing the sides of my shoulder gently as if he was trying to comfort me. I continue crying letting everything out. Jin hyung just sat there listening to my cries. At times he would squeeze me shoulder to ensure me that he is there for me.

After few minutes of me sobbing, i finally came to a stop. This is embarassing to be honest but i felt better i guess?

“Thanks hyung.. for listening to my pathetic love story haha” i tried to lift up the mood by making a joke but jin hyung still stayed quiet.

“Jungkook”

He finally let go of my shoulders. I looked up from the floor after hearing jin hyung calling me.

“Yeah?”

“I know its hard. I can totally see that you really love him. I am sorry that you had to feel this pain. I really wished i can take away some of your pain but it doesn’t work that way does it? You always stay strong for us but i am glad you opened up to me. You can always come to me for anything. Don’t ever hesitate. Don’t lose hope jk. Don’t ever give up. It was never a mistake. I am sure jimin won’t ever hate you. If you have to let it out, just go for it. If he ever hates you, i will knock some sense into him but i can never even imagine jimin hating you. He really treasures you alot. So, don’t worry too much.. You can count on your handsome jin hyung!”

I let out a tiny laugh at his last few sentence. As expected of our handsome jin hyung. I felt abit better.

“Thanks hyung. I felt abit better. Thank you for listening.” I gave him my most sincere smile to show him that i really appreciate everything he did for me.

“I am glad you did jk.” I was about to say something when someone knocked on the door. Must be yoongi hyung. I stood up from the bed with jin hyung trailing behind me.

I unlocked the door to see yoongi’s grumpy face as always. I chuckled at his face.

“Why did you lock the door? I wanted to sleep as soon as possible”

Yoongi being yoongi again.

“Sorry yoongi hyung. I was talking with jin hyung about something. Sorry to take your time.”

I made yoongi hyung stand outside his own room just to talk about my stupid crush which made me feel really bad. Yoongi hyung looked at me. I saw his eyes softens immediately.

“Its okay kook. I was being a jerk. I think i know what happen. Stay strong okay? We are here for you.”

“Yeapp! We are here for you kookie so don’t hesitate” jin hyung lightly squeezed my shoulder.

I guess yoongi hyung saw my puffy eyes. I guess they really knew about me being in love with jimin hyung. I am so glad they are not disgusted.

“Thanks yoongi hyung and jin hyung. I will go now. Goodnight”

I feel abit better now. I guess i will take a bath now.

After bathing, i went to the kitchen to grab some milk to drink. I jumped on the spot when i saw jimin hyung sitting down on the couch in the dark.

“Woah hyung! You scared me. What are you doing in the dark?”

“Jungkook? Why are you still not sleeping?”

“Hyung, thats what i should be asking you though? I am going to grab some milk to drink then i will go to sleep.”

I wonder what is jimin hyung doing up so late.. i went to the kitchen to do what i need to do when i hear footsteps approaching behind me.

“I was just thinking..”

Thinking? About what?

“Hmmm. You want to share? I can be your listening ear”

While waiting for jimin hyung to answer, I took out a carton of milk from the fridge and poured some into my cup.

“Its.. its nothing”

I turn around with the cup in my hand. I lean against the kitchen table to look at jimin hyung. Wow damn. I didn’t get to look at him properly in the dark just now but now that i can see him clearly, he looked so damn cute in that oversized tshirt. His face is more cuter without make up. His natural blush makes him looked so soft. After taking a sip of my milk i raised my eyebrow in confusion.

“That don’t look nothing to me”

Jimin seems flustered that i didn’t take the bait. Is he okay? Is he worried about something? Is he insecure about something? I became more and more worried.

“I-i..”

I heard him sighed in defeat. My curiousity grew bigger and bigger.

“You?” I tried to get him to continue

“I.. i had a nightmare.. thats all..i can’t sleep..”

I sighed in relief. I thought it was something serious or what..

“What was the dream about?”

I saw him fidgeting.

“I..i forgot..”

Why is he so nervous though?..

“You okay? You should try to sleep. Since we did alot of dancing today.”

I saw him nod lightly. I quickly finished up my last sip of milk before placing the cup in the sink.

I walked out of the kitchen expecting jimin hyung to follow along but he just stood there. Its as if he wanted to say something.

“Hyung? You okay?”

I saw him nod again. He is so weird today.. now he is so quiet.

“Um.. jungkook. Is it okay if. Um.. if i sleep with you?”

I choked on my saliva as soon as i heard that.

“H-huh?”

“I-i can’t sleep. I wonder if i can sleep with you for tonight?”

I can feel my heart beating so fast. Calm down jungkook! Its just a friendly request. Why are you so flustered about?! Jimin hyung had a nightmare and that is why he needed someone to be with him. I was trying to calm myself down. I saw jimin looking at me waiting for my answer.

“Kook? You know. Um its oka-”

“NO!”

Hi looked down sadly. Oh shit.

“I mean yes hyung. You can. I thought you are going to change your mind. That is why i said no. Sorry hyung. Hahaha. Come on lets go.”

For some reason, i held out my hands towards him. He looked at my hands for awhile. I am gonna feel stupid if he didn’t take it. He held out his hand and place them in mine with a small smile on his face. I i held them gently. I smiled at the way his small hands fit in mine.

“Thanks kook” i lead him towards my room hand in hand with jimin hyung trailing behind me. I smiled softly. This feels nice. My heart feels so warm right now. It feels so fluffy.

“Anything for you hyung.”

I gave his hand a light squeeze before opening the door to my room. After we are both inside, i closed the door. Since i have the room to myself, i won’t have to worry about waking up anyone.

“Go and lie down first hyung. I am going to charge my phone for a while and off the light.”

I let go of his hand failing to see a small pout on his face. After quickly doing everything i need, i went back to the bed. Jimin hyung is already laying down. I lay down beside him. Even though having him so near like this makes me go crazy, i have to endure it for his sake.

“Goodnight hyung.”

I was about to close my eyes when i feel a small tug at the sleeve of my shirt. I opened my eyes to see jimin hyung still not sleeping yet.

“Is something wrong hyung?”

He seems to think for a while before answering me.

“Can.. can we cuddle?”

My heart skipped a beat at his request. How can i ever say no to him. I smiled softly at how cute jimin hyung is.

“Of course hyung. Come here”

I turned myself to face jimin. I lay out my right hand for jimin to put his head on. I tapped my arms as a signal. He lifted his head from the pillow and place his head on my arms. His fluffy hair is so soft against my skin. I smiled at the feeling. I know that my heart is beating quite loudly right now but who cares. I placed my left hand on jimin’s small waist to pull him nearer to me. I can feel him breathing on my neck. It sends shivers down my spine but its a good feeling to have him in my arms. He fits just perfectly. All my worries gone. With jimin here, i feel at peace.

With my left hand, i embraced jimin hyung tightly leaving no space between us. I placed my chin on top of his head. I used my right hand to stroke jimin's hair gently. I can feel both of jimin’s hands on my chest. I bet he can feel my heart beating fast. I can also smell the shampoo he used. He have this vanilla smell that i love. I took a deep breath. I really really love him so much. I would give him the world. If i ever reborn in my next life, i want to fall in love with jimin all and over again. I closed me eyes feeling satisfied. If i can’t have him, i have to treasure this moment.

“Thanks kook”

“No problem hyung. Now go to sleep. Goodnight”

“Goodnight kook”

My eyes flew open when i feel jimin hyung giving my neck a peck. I gulped. Is it my imagination? No its not. It really happened.. omg. I wanted to ask jimin but i can already hear soft snores coming from him. He’s asleep already. I guess he was too sleepy that he did that unconsiously. It meant nothing anyways.. and again i felt so shitty. Come on jeon jungkook! Stop sulking. He is here in your arms right now! Treasure it! Don’t be a pussy!

I let my negative thoughts out of my mind. I bring him much closer than before. I can feel him nuzzling at my neck./p>