#ty for sending me the message! I am touched whenever I get something like this 🥺

[twstnettle]

Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤 🎃🖤🎃

Thank you for the pumpkin. I had the cutest loaf deliver it to me!

[love-toxin]

They are so fucking nasty in this and I love it. Holy shit. You think they're pervy enough to set up cameras, maybe they know and watched you get yourself off to that group chat for hours?

- ⚰

HEH!!!! TY FOR INDULGING ME!!!

(cws: perv!roommates!fruity four, modern au, noncon filming, masturbation)

I don't think they'd notice at first, until you start going back to the house laptop more and more. Eddie starts noticing it's missing every so often when he knows for a fact that the others aren't using it, and he's probably the one who goes into the group chat settings and finds timestamps of a guest profile lurking in the background. bingo. he puts the pieces together right away and confirms it for sure when he catches you putting the laptop away in the living room, and then he decides to install some software he got off a usb from a "friend"--one that starts running a camera app discreetly whenever the laptop is opened, and records everything it catches and uploads it directly to his phone for easy access.

and yeah, he makes himself busy with that footage for awhile. you usually set the computer down on your bed so he can see exactly what you're doing to yourself, and sometimes he gets lucky and you set it on your desk so he can clearly see your reactions when you scroll through their chat and get yourself off. he literally goes full degenerate and stays up all night just to jerk himself off to the hours of video he has of you, including the clips he inadvertently gets of his other partners using the computer--they don't even have to be doing anything sexy to turn him on, just watching Steve or Nancy's concentrated faces as they type something out or send a work email has him hard all over again. the next morning he's stumbling out of his room at 8 AM with shaggy curls and eyebags, sweaty and half-dressed as he zips to the kitchen for water and whatever food he can scrounge up to get his energy back. only after that does he end up sharing what he's done with the others, and now that they know that you know, they start filling their groupchat with much more direct messages. they want you to feel like they're talking to you instead of about you, sending nudes and detailed wet dreams they have and talking about how they each want to spend their lives with you.

it's only a matter of time until one of them gets that notification on their phones that the video feed is active, and they make an excuse to walk in on you while you're right at the climax of your orgasm. cause maybe then, if you're just about to cum and you need that last push, you'll be the one to beg for their help and they'll get to have this fantasy turn into reality. instead of making do with touching themselves as they watch you and pretending they're having phone sex over a skype call <3

[lolabangtan]

read at 4 AM | ksj

When you received a voice mail from your boss, you didn’t expect him to tell you how good had it been dreaming about you tying him down and fucking him senseless. What kind of face could you use to look at him the next morning, knowing he hasn’t realized he texted the wrong person?

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: nothing really just shy jinnie

# sub!Seokjin, CEO!Jin, spanking, embarrassing situations, semi-public sex, rope bunny!Jin, face riding, verbal humiliation, kinda choking kink?, power play, dom!reader

You couldn’t sleep that night, for some reason. Something was bugging you, as if you were expectant. You were laying on your bed, checking your cell phone, scrolling through recent messages, when suddenly a voice mail popped up in your screen.

Mr. Kim, your boss, rarely texted you. He was a sweetheart, but also really shy and gentle. You often thought Seokjin never talked to you more than the necessary because he disliked you, but something in his behavior, in his manners whenever you two were close, told you that he was actually pretty shy.

But it was 4 am, why had he sent you a voice mail? You played the audio, unable to contain your curiosity, and listened carefully:

“Namjoon, I know it’s late as fuck, but… Dude I just had a dream, about Y/N, fucking me in my office. Like… I know you probably don’t wanna hear ‘bout it… The thing is, it was so fucking hot, like Namjoon, I never thought a woman could do that kind of things. She was… y’know, s-spaking me and she had tied me up, she was treating me like her fuck toy, and it felt so good? But how am I gonna look at her tomorrow? We have a meeting and it’s hard enough for me to talk to her on a daily basis…”

When the sound ended, you didn’t know what to say, or what to think. Seokjin had had a dream about you fucking him senseless? That was hot as fuck. Would he be touching himself, moaning your name and whining like a little baby? Gosh, if he was, you wanted to tell him not to touch himself without permission so hard. Then you thought about answering him, but that would just make him even more shy and reluctant, so maybe you had to take advantage of this new information. After saving the message, you went back to sleep, with a bug of excitement flying around your head.

“Y/N, did you send me the invoice of the last DinNIM brand purchase?”

The chief officer of the Marketing department, Kim Namjoon, was another sweetheart and probably the person Seokjin’s voice mail was meant for.

“I did it yesterday. And Min Yoongi came this morning to talk to Mr. Kim,” you answered. “He said something about the Human Resources department, do you know anything?”

“Ah, kind of. I think Seokjin wants to make a new recruitment, you should talk to him.”

Watching him cocking his eyebrows, you sighed and remembered your boss’ voice mail.  Something warm made your spin shiver. You got up, your expression firm and confident, and gave Jimin a smirk.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I should be told these things as the CHRO, what a bad boy...”

You went straight to Seokjin’s office and opened the door, but the room was empty, so you sat on his chair and waited.

“Thank you, Mrs. Choi, I’ll tell you later.”

The man closed the door behind him before seeing you sitting in his chair. You looked so gorgeous, with than short pencil skirt around your thighs, and that white blouse that sculpted your chest so painfully well.

“Miss Y/L/N, what are you doing… here?” Seokjin murmured, eyes glued to your body.

“I wanted to talk to you before today’s meeting,” you said, “You should talk to me about this kind of things before telling someone else, you know?”

“W-what do you mean?”

Oh boy, his voice sounded so panicked.

“I’m talking about the HR project. Mr. Min is not the chief officer, I am… Mr. Kim.”

“I-it’s just that I didn’t want to bother you, you are busy enough with the DinNIM purchase,” he said back, nervous.

You giggled flirty, eyeing him with your best seducing abilities, and crossed your legs so he could see a hint of your inner thighs. He always looked so good, so goofy but sweet at the same time, Seokjin was the kind of guy you loved to wreck. With confident steps, you approached the blinds that hid them from the rest of the office and pulled, finally getting some privacy.

“I like your tie,” you said, “This color matches your skin tone.”

Seokjin took a deep breath. His body was shaking in excitement, unable to forget the vivid dream he had had last night. A quick glance to your cleavage and the man wasn’t able to hide his growing arousal anymore.

“Was it on the floor or over your desk?” you asked suddenly.

“E-excuse me?”

His nervousness made you smirk again.

“When I fucked you, in your dream,” you continued, “Where did it happen?”

You did not give him time to react: with hungry hands, you hurried and kissed him deeply, being quickly corresponded. Lips against his neck and hands loosening his tie, you could feel his breath getting heavier.

“How d-do you know…?” Seokjin tried to ask.

“You should be more careful with whom you send your messages, dirty boy.”

The man hurried to check his phone, but you got ahead of him and played the voice mail. “I never thought a woman could do that kind of things. She was… y’know, s-spaking me and she had tied me up, she was treating me like her fuck toy, and it felt so fucking good?” Seokjin kept staring at you, wondering and shivering.

“The desk,” he whispered.

You turned him over and pushed him to the wooden surface, checking him out with hungry eyes. Your fingers felt avid, you wanted to do all the things he had dreamed about.

“Do you wanna be my fuck toy?”

“Yes,” Jin said, “Yes, please.”

After locking the door, you moved back to him and got his blue silk tie. It was smooth, a perfect match for his golden skin.

“This,” you said, pointing at his jacket, “Off.”

When Seokjin obliged eagerly, he waited for your next command with his sweaty chest going up and down heavily. With expert fingers, you unbuttoned his shirt, making sure that he felt your nails over his skin. Then you sat on his chair right in front of him and crossed your legs.

“Did you touch yourself after having that dirty dream, Jinnie?” He shook his head, shivering at the way your lips purred that nickname, “Did you want to?”

“Y-yes...”

You bit your lip, eyes going down his naked chest and bulge.

“Why didn’t you, then? It’s not that I would knew about it,” you insisted.

“Because you… wouldn’t have liked it,” he replied, “I don’t want to annoy you.”

You patted his head and smiled, and Seokjin leaned onto your hand.

“You’re such a sweetheart, Jin, such a good boy for me. You can touch yourself now,” you told him, a kind smile on your lips when you lowered his fly.

You were already wet before he started jerking off, all that foreplay was getting hot as fuck, but the moment Seokjin began teasing his wet tip the way he probably pictured you doing it in his dream, your core became a fucking waterfall. The man was so turned on that you could see perfectly the moment he was about to come, so you just watched him cum over his belly with a wrecked smile.

“Did I say you could come, Jinnie?”

Gosh, Seokjin loved that nickname so much.

“N-no… Sorry, I-I couldn’t help it...” the man whispered with puppy eyes.

“Sit on my lap.”

Then again, he obliged almost immediately. When his chest got over your left thigh, you could feel his dick, angry red, hardening again.

“You’re so nasty, Jin, cumming when you weren’t supposed to. Did you want to enjoy the closest contact I will ever have with that dirty, small cock of yours?” Before Seokjin replied, you spanked him in the ass, shutting him up, “Coming all over yourself like a slut. Did you like it, jerking off in your office, where everyone could hear you? Does that turn you on, Jinnie?”

With every slap, Seokjin found it harder to swallow his moans and grunts. Was he dreaming again? No, the feeling of your hand on his ass was too real to be a dream, his dick growing harder and harder against your thigh was too real to be a dream.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please,” he moaned, tears starting to form in his eyes.

“Please, what? I can’t let your hands free, you’re such a dirty boy you would touch yourself again, Jinnie…”

You lowered your other hand through the gap between your stomach and his back and found his cock. Using the precum to lube it, Seokjin moved his hips forward, seeking more contact, so you spanked him again.

“Behave yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” he moaned, loudly, “I’m so sorry, please, don’t stop!”

“Everybody outside the office is gonna hear you, bad boy.”

Seokjin shook his head once again, trying not to move his hips forward, ignoring his growing seek of friction.

“I’m a good boy, your good boy,” the man whispered.

You kissed his cheek.

“Yes you are, you’re doing so great...” you said, moving your hand up and down on his dick.

“C-can I…” he murmured, shyly, “Can I eat you out? Pretty please?”

His words made you remember the fact that you were so fucking wet, that your core sought for friction too. And god, the way he looked at you, how could you tell him he couldn't? Those puppy eyes, desperate to eat your pussy.

“I think you’ve earned it.”

His face suddenly got brighter and Seokjin got on his knees real quick, eager with his tongue already out. You decided to put on a little show for your good boy and unbuttoned your blouse, slowly enough to let him enjoy your smooth skin appearing in front of him.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck me, Jinnie?” you asked casually.

His throat sounded dry.

“Y-yes.”

“Hands back, and don’t move.” You approached him from behind and finally tied his hands.

Poor Seokjin was shaking and sweating, his mind probably going from one thought to other. By the time you were finished, the man’s cock had already become angry red. After one last glance, he had opened his pretty mouth in a silent petition for having you sitting on him, and how could you not oblige.

His tongue, if not meticulous, was wet and welcoming. Seokjin, actually, had never eaten out a girl until her orgasm. He tried a few times, but apparently he wasn’t good enough, because the person he’d be with would only shake their thighs and tell him to stop.

“S-slow down a bit, Jinnie,” you told him, finding it a bit hard to talk, “Play some more with the labia before going to the clit.”

The man did something similar to nodding and licked your entrance eagerly, like a starved man, making you sigh. When a barely decent amount of time passed, you lost your patience and grabbed his hair to make him lick your clit, to which he obliged almost immediately. Then you tightened your thighs around his head, Jin’s tongue hitting on the exact places, until you came.

You heard him choking and moaning, happily on his knees with his mouth covered with your juices and his hands tied behind his back.

“Who’d say that one day you’d get fucked in your own office,” you murmured, fingers playing with his hair, “You sounded so shy in your voice mail, you didn’t even finished telling me about it. What else did I do to you?”

Seokjin took a deep breath, not having had his normal breathing back.

“You r-rode me...”

“Hmmm… So that’s what I did...” you purred, “And you want me to ride you, right?”

“Y-yes!”

Seokjin sounded so enthusiastic about it that you couldn't help that little giggle that escaped your lips. Your fingertips caressed his naked shoulders, skin glowy and sweaty, and you pointed at his desk. He lied down and struggled finding a comfortable position for his tied arms, but when he did, you didn’t hesitate and unbuckled his belt. Then you showed him a plastic package.

“Look at this big boy here, Jinnie, I’m gonna have so much fun with you...”

When the condom was already on him, the man couldn't stop staring as you got rid of your bra. With a longing sigh, you also lowered your pencil skirt along with your underwear and jumped on him.

“P-please, Y/N, I need you so much,” Seokjin groaned.

You decided to take pity on him and lowered your hips, feeling a nice, warm thing inside you as Seokjin’s cock got deeper. He wasn’t actually that big, but shy guys like Jinnie needed a bit of encouragement.

“Oh, f-fuck! You’re so tight,” he whined.

“You feel just right, Jinnie...”

You started moving your hips and thighs, really enjoying how he felt inside you, riding him had started to be intoxicating, as if you could never have enough of the friction. Seokjin arched his back out of pleasure, he had been feeling at the edge for the entire morning and now he was fighting against coming like a teen virgin.

“I don’t know if I w-will… last long enough,” he said, “I want to cum, please, please...”

His broken voice made you smile. Caressing his broad shoulders, your hand touched the skin of his neck and put a light pressure on his throat.

“Mhmm, Jinnie, how can you feel this good?” you moaned, closing your eyes.

“Please, Y/N, I can’t… Please!”

Your hips started moving faster, they were burning and the friction between your skin and his was also overwhelming, but you couldn't stop, his cock felt so, so good. You sank your fingernails on his chest to prevent yourself from falling off of him, but that made Seokjin moan and his dick twitched inside you.

“Look, Jinnie, there’s only a few minutes until the meeting starts,” you purred, “Do you think you can make me cum on that pretty cock of yours?”

You were close, so fucking close, it wouldn’t take you long to get your orgasm, but you wanted to see Jin nervous, afraid of not being able to make you cum on his dick. Somehow he managed to raise his hips and get even deeper, and Jin tried to get rid of the tie around his wrists.

“I want to touch you, please,” he whined.

“Wait a bit longer Jinnie, I’m so close...”

You bent over to kiss him, a wet, deep contact. Both your bodies felt hot and sweaty, and you wished your coworkers couldn't actually hear you or you’d be in trouble. Seokjin tried to get closer, craving for your touch, and you took pity on him and kissed his neck. Feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter, you fastened the moves of your hips and thighs.

“God Jinnie, I’m coming,” you whispered breathless, “Be a good boy and cum for me, Jinnie, will you?”

When your walls tightened around him, Jin had to swallow a huge moan as something cold burned his legs, but it also felt like warm water, shiver chills and the best orgasm of his life. With your mouth against his, Jin made you the only witness of his whines and gasps as you rode him with your last remnants of energy.

“Fuck,” Seokjin said, heavy breathing and a rush of spit under his full lips.

“You’re such a good boy, Jinnie,” you purred, petting his head, not wanting to get off of him yet. “My pretty, good boy.”

He leaned into your touch, leaving floppy kisses on your neck and chest, but then your phone alarm started ringing with a colorful ‘MEETING’ in the screen. When you got up to reach your blouse, Jin smiled in one of his attempts to look cool:

“There’s still one thing you have to take care of.”

Grinning, you approached him and caressed the tip of his dick with your thumb, making him gasp and raise his hips. The over-stimulation was delicious, indeed, but then he shook his hands before you and you realized you hadn’t untied him yet.

“But don’t stop,” Jin whined again.

As soon as he was free, the young man caressed his sore butt cheeks with a masochist, content feeling, and turned around to look at you buttoning your blouse and skirt. It felt real, but also like a dream, so strange.

“Let’s go to the meeting,” you said before leaving the room, but waited for him at the entrance after seeing he wasn’t following you, “C’mon Jinnie, sadly we can’t stay here the whole morning, we must go to the meeting, Be a good boy.”

“I’m your pretty boy, I deserve a reward after this,” Seokjin pouted.

“Yeah but put on your pants first.”

[clemanime]

Phone Calls and Blindfolds

HEARING

A/N: Hi... I’m here. I’m alive. I haven’t been motivated. I just wanted to put something out today. Hope you enjoy some Dean Winchester... hehehe

WARNING: smut, unprotected sex, spanking?, and a blindfold

"I’m sorry for missing your call. I’m either busy studying or working. Please leave a short message and I’ll try to get back to you. Thank you.”

Dean’s leg bounced as he sat in his bedroom, calling again and waiting patiently for her to answer the phone. He missed her voice. Hunts were becoming more difficult because every sound made reminded him of the night before. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t weak to her voice. No answer. “Shit.” He sighed, shaking his head.

His eyes glanced over to the blindfold that sat on his bed, shaking his head before taking it and placing it in his bedside dresser. Just as he closed the small dresser, his cellphone rang. He quickly answered, placing the phone to his ear.

There was a silence before she finally spoke. “Dean?” She questioned. “What did I tell you about calling me constantly?” Her voice was soft but stern.

     “I’m s-sorry.” Dean fumbled. “I just thought...”

     “You may be a hunter but remember I’ve knocked you on your ass before.” There was a smile on her voice. “What is it that you want to tell me?”

Dean looked over to the dresser, rubbing his face before opening his mouth. “I bought one.” He stated.

     “Bought what?” She teased.

     “Don’t make me say it.” Dean scoffed as she laughed.

     “How am I supposed to know what it is if you don’t tell me Dean.”

Dean shivered, blinking for a moment before pulling the fabric from the dresser. “A blindfold.” He mumbled.

     “Oh?” She smirked, moving around for a moment. “Who’s it for? Me or you?” Dean became flustered at her question.

     “It’s for either of us.”

Her chuckled send a chill through him. “I think it’s for you Dean.” She spoke, letting out of relaxed sigh. “As tough as you want to appear... I think you want me to dominate you.” When he didn’t speak she continued. “Something about a strong woman turns you on doesn’t it?” There was a audible gulp. “Good to know.”

Dean moved the phone from his ear, shaking his head as he looked down at his hard member. He could hear her singing his name through the phone. “When are you getting back?” He asked, laying down in bed. He undid his belt and the button of his jeans.

     “Slow down there cowboy.” She purred. “Take your time. And I should be back Saturday.” He slowly unzipped his pants, staring down at the bulge hidden by his boxers. “Finals aren’t easy and before you say it... being in the bunker with you makes it hard to concentrate. Especially when you want to touch me.”

     “Your skin is so soft.” Dean groaned, palming himself.

     “Oh Dean.” She whispered. “You flatter me.”

     “I’m serious.” His voice deepened as he watched his own hand moving, wanting it to be replaced with hers.

     “Dean.” The way she said his name made him melt, his body heating up with need. “Are you touching what’s mine?”

     “I couldn’t wait.” Dean spoke quickly. “It’s been a week.”

     “It’s not even close to Saturday and you’re already breaking.” She chuckled. “You’re weaker than I expected you to be cowboy. The big and bad Dean Winchester can take out a Vamp or a werewolf... but can’t keep from touching himself whenever he’s on the phone with me. His Mistress.”

Dean groaned in response.

     “If you’re going to start something...” She let out a soft moan, knowing it would send his body into a frenzy. “Then finish it.”

     “Yes Mistress.” Dean went to reach in his boxers but stopped.

     “I can hear the hesitation.” Dean groaned. “You’re probably laying there with your hand right at the edge of your boxers, wanting so badly to touch it. Am I right?”

     “Yes.” He closed his eyes, swallowing hard as the dull pain from being extremely hard started to set in.

     “You know what you need to do then.”

Dean huffed and opened his eyes again, imagining her sitting at the edge of the bed, her eyes watching him closely. That enticing smirk on her soft lips as she spoke to him, instructing him on what he needed to do. A simple procedure that would allow him access to his own pleasure. “It hurts Mistress.” He started. “I’m sorry for starting without asking but please let me continue and I promise I’ll ask first.” He stiffened the more he spoke. “Please Mistress I need to cum tonight. I’ve missed you so much that everything reminds me of you. It’s so fucking difficult concentrating on a case when you’re not here to put me in check.” Dean watched a small damp spot appeared on his boxers, surprising himself as precum continued to leak. “Shit.” He whispered.

     “How far did you get?” She questioned. “Is it out?”

     “No. I’ve still got my boxers on.”

     “What are you waiting for?” She questioned.

He pushed his boxers down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. His stiff member stood at attention, waiting for further instructions. “Do I start?” He panted.

     “Wait for a second.” She whispered, rummaging around on the other end of the call. Dean waited in anticipation and excitement, he knew she was grabbing her vibrator, smirking when he heard the silent vibration before it disappeared. “Start slow and don’t pick up speed until I tell you to.”

     “Yes ma’am.” Dean wrapped his large hand around his cock, slowly stroking it as he let out a groan.

     “Fuck.” She gasped in his ear.

     “S-so good.”

Dean tried his hardest to keep a steady pace but he wanted to go faster, the need to release growing every time his finger passed over the head of his cock. “Dean.” She moaned out. His grip tightened slightly, pumping faster. His eyes closed, mouth falling open as he thrust his hips. She could hear him getting closer, a primal-like growl erupting from his throat. “Not yet.” She says quickly.

Dean stopped, shaking his head. “Just let me cum woman.” He said through gritted teeth.

     “What?” She questioned. “Wanna try that one again Dean?”

     “Don’t do this to me.” Dean groaned. “I’ve been waiting all day and I need to cum before I’ll lose my mind.”

     “Cute but I’m the one in control Dean. Remember?”

He groaned.

     “Good boy.” She moaned out. “Now... I’ll talk to you later Dean.”

     “What?” Dean sat up, shocked.

     “Dean you called me while I was in the middle of something.” She said quickly. “If you really want to finish go ahead.” She hung up, leaving him high and dry.

     “Son of a bitch!”

Sam looked up from his book, watching Dean storming through the library. He was in the process of putting his jacket on, keys in hand. “I’ll be back in a week.” He said. The younger Winchester chuckled and went back to his reading.

Dean sped down the highway like a bat out of Hell, avoiding accidents, and slowing down when there was a cop around. He was determined to make the four hour trip in less than half that. When he arrived, the clock read 1 in the morning. She wasn’t going to expect and he didn’t care if she was going to give him an ear full for it.

He knocked on the door, pacing back and forth on the porch before banging on it. “Y/n!” He yelled. “Open the door before I kick it down!”

     “Kick it down and I’ll fucking kill you Dean Winchester!” He could hear her yell back.

She yanked her front door open, looking up at the extremely frustrated and tired looking Winchester. Sighing, she let him in, closing the door. Before she could question him, Deans lips were pressed against hers. She accepted his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck, only to have them removed and placed behind her back. “We made a deal. No part of it mentioned you leaving me high and dry.”

     “But it was fun.” She teased. “I had a feeling you’d drive all the way here. But you got here faster than I expected to I’m not ready.”

     “Don’t worry about that. I’ll do it for you.” He pulled her up the stairs, kicking her bedroom door open.

     “You’re pushing it Dean.” She warned, but he didn’t care, pushing her to sit on the edge of her bed. He dug in his back pocket and pulled out the blindfold. “Is that for you or me?”

     “You tell me.” His voice, low and seductive.

     “Then what are you waiting for Cowboy? Put it on me.” She bit her bottom lip, knowing what would set him off.

Dean put the blindfold over her eyes, tying it tight so it wouldn’t come loose. He pulled a pair of handcuffs from his other pocket and grabbed her wrists. He handcuffed her to one of the bars of her platform framed bed, putting her in a position that allowed him access. “Comfortable?” He pulled down her pajama bottoms, giving one of her cheeks a hard smack. She yelped, body jerking from the pain.

She grew needy when he disappeared from behind her, leaving her handcuffed to her own bed in a compromising position. “Dean?” She questioned.

     “Right here baby cakes.” He whispered in her ear, sending a visible shiver through her. “Open.” She opened her mouth, gagging when he shoved his fingers down her throat. “Get them nice and wet for me.” She sucked and licked on his fingers, swirling her tongue around and between his middle and ring finger. “Good girl.” He disappeared again, moving in silence. She could only hear silence, until his fingers inserted themselves inside of her tight cunt.

She mewled, body writhing with need as he fingered her relentlessly. “Dean.” She cried out, circling her hips.

He stopped, smacking the same cheek to stop her. “Don’t move.” He continued his movement., pumping his fingers in and out. “I’m not making anymore deals with you.” He leaned over so that his lips were to her ear. “I said you can dom only if I get to cum. Yet you go back on that part.”

     “Dean.” She trembled as his finger tips brushed against her sweet spot.

     “What do you say?” He questioned.

     “I’m sorry Sir.” She whimpered, gasping when he pulled his fingers out and rubbed them against her clit. “Please!” She cried out.

     “Begging to cum?” He asked, chuckling. “Why should I let you cum after what you did.”

     “I won’t do it again! I promise!” She felt herself dancing on the edge.

When he pushed his fingers in deeper, she climaxed. “See how easy that was?” Dean pulled his fingers out, licking her release off of his fingers. “As sweet as ever.”

     “Can you take the blindfold off?” She questioned.

     “No.” He said, far from her now. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She heard a small click and the soft hum of her vibrator. “Open.” He said, in front of her. “You know what to do.” She opened her mouth, sucking on the small device. Dean pulled it out of her mouth and moved around her, smirking to himself as he probed her ass with it. She gasped, balding her hands into fists. “Relax.” He ran the back of his hand down her back. He pushed the vibrator in, watching as she whimpered and arched. “Just like that.” She trembled, climaxing again. “Felt that good?” He questioned.

She groaned in response, body still recovering from her release. “No more.” She receiving silence as a response. “Dean? Please?”

     “I’m right here darling.” He rubbed his thumb along her slit, humming at the wetness that collected on his thumb. “You get this wet for me.” He moved so that he was behind her again, rubbing the head of his cock against her slick folds.

Dean relentlessly pounded into her, holding her hips as he pulled her back against him with every thrust. She called his name, back arching. She bit her bottom lip, hands gripping her mattress, trying to ground herself. She felt her climax building again, letting out a cry of pleasure. “Fuck!”

     “Not yet.” He pulled out, slapping her ass. “You’re a mess aren’t you. This must be torture for you huh?” She whimpered, shaking her head in response. “No? Want me to keep going?” She nodded quickly. “It’s not punishment if you like it.” He slammed back into her. Thrusting quickly to build her up again only to take it away from her.

She was losing her grip, eyes watering as she bit hard on her bottom lip. Her moans were growing weaker due to her losing her voice. “Please Sir! I need to cum!” She hollered. “I can’t hold it in anymore!”

Dean kept up the pace, moving one of his hands so that he could rub his middle fingers against her clit. She shivered, mouth falling open but no sound coming out. She tightened around him, releasing a groan as he spilled inside of her. She relaxed, her body going limp. Dean kissed her shoulder blade and climbed off the bed, walking around and uncuffing her wrists. He kissed them and rubbed his thumb across the bruises that were beginning to form.

     “Are you okay?” His voice was soft when he spoke.

    “Yeah.” She nodded. “I’m okay.”

Dean pulled the blindfold off and looked into her eyes, smirking at the euphoric look in her eyes. “Again?” He quesitoned.

     “Again.” She nodded.

[cosmiclatte28]

#11 It’s a Small World (You x yuta x taeyong)

Eleventh day of Christmas

It’s a Small World (You x Yuta x Taeyong) 

warning : expect a plot twist okay? It’s quite interesting, hope this can be a real life story for someone 😂💖

I do not own the pictures, but I own the stories :) hope you enjoy this

You’re glad to spend the Christmas and New Year with your family in Japan and now it’s time to go back to work. Your company has given you an extra two days holiday since you’ve been doing great for them. Your family send you off to the airport that morning and you’ve checked in your luggage and have some hours to stroll around the airport before departing home.

The Kansai airport in Osaka was not the biggest, but you sure can still stroll around the stores and pick up last chance Japanese snacks from the mini kiosk and after purchasing your favorite chocolate bars, you walk to the waiting room.

Before sitting down, your phone vibrates and you check to see a new message coming in.

“Safe flight (y/n)! I’ll pick you up in Incheon. Don’t forget my souvenirs. XOXO TY” the message read and you slap your head for forgetting the most important souvenir.

Quickly you scroll the chat room and look for the list of things he asked.

“Ramen done, skin care done, snacks also done,” you mumble as you read through all of the things he listed. “And shit I forgot the book.”

The nearest bookstore is a ten minute walk, the directory said, and you still have an hour. Without a second thought you make your way to the bookstore. You won’t risk going back to Seoul without that book. You basically promised him you will get him one if you’re in Japan.

You pray that the book store has the complete comic series, or you’ll need to find something for an exchange.

“Here I go,” you huff when you stand outside of the small store.

You directly go to the comic area and run your eyes through the Japanese characters, mumbling their titles as your heart beats faster and faster whenever you read another title.

“Here it is! Howl’s Moving Castle!” your happy squeal almost make you get kicked out from the store, as you extend your hand to take the last complete comic book you brush someone else’s hand.

“I grabbed it first,” was all that taller man said when he saw you opening your mouth.

You are speechless and you still keep your hand on the book “Excuse me,” you finally can speak up to him.

His Japanese is fluent, so he must be someone from here. You cannot recognize his face because of his shades and his long hair.

“What? I touched the book first, your hand comes after it. So this belongs to me.” The man said in his deep calm voice.

You shake your head “Can’t you just buy something else? I want to give this to someone.”

He shakes his head “Too bad, I also need this as a gift.”

You tighten your grip and try to pull the book “No, look you don’t understand. I might die if I did not get this.”

He smirks “Oh yeah? Someone’s a diehard Miyazaki fan. Cliché” he shrugs his shoulder.

In a glance he looks like Howl, considering the loose white tee he wore, the tight pants, the long blonde hair, you just wish you can see his eyes.

Maybe he is one of those guys who do cosplay and he always dresses up as Howl so he looks like this in daily basis. Your mind must have been crazy.

A cough interrupts the cold staring contest you two held. Without letting go off the 4 comic book set, the two of you shoot your heads to the sound.

“I am sure you do not want to make a chaos here. Please put down the book, you haven’t bought that yet.” The store owner points his finger to the book you and this man hold.

Flustered the two of you just mutter a polite “Sorry,” but without letting go off the book.

“I need this like seriously, please help me out this one time.” You plead but the tall man shakes his head, okay in your mind he is an asshole now.

“I also need this, four of them to be precise.” He sighs.

You roll your eyes “But I also need four of them. Since we both need to at least bring this book, let’s share it.” You hate this, you don’t like backing down but considering your time limit and your urgent need to bring this book home, maybe bringing back 2 is better than none.

The shop owner seems to agree with you, he offers you two to share and just look for the rest series later. He apologized for not having extra copies, because the book is a best seller.

The tall man finally gives up when his phone vibrates and his alarm rings.

“Fine. You’ll take two I take two. You take the even numbers, I take the odds.” He pays the book and after thanking the shop owner he walks to you. You give him the money and walk away, only to notice he is also walking the same way.

“What’s your name?” he asks suddenly when the two of you are walking back to the gates.

“(Y/n), you?” you feel sort of cranky with him, why can’t he be a gentleman and just let you have the book.

He hasn’t introduced you his name for there is a call for the passengers leaving for Seoul.

“Whoops, that is my plane. Nice to meet you (y/n),” he waves and disappears like that.

You shake your head and mutter a curse, when you realize you’re having the same flight with him.

Slowly you queue behind the long lines and after handing the ticket, you board to the plane.

Well you tried to forget the unfavourable encounter and just explain everything to Taeyong, while wishing he didn’t hate you.

“Seat 27 H” you smile and put up your things on the cabin above your head.

You notice someone is not sitting beside you, but since you’re in the window seat you nicely make your way into the chair. You buckle your seat belt, leave a message to tell your parents you’re on board already and send Taeyong a message too that you’re on schedule. You lean back while looking out of the window, taking in one last view of the Osaka vibes.

“Good bye home,” you whisper

“I guess that window seat is mine,” a finger taps your shoulder.

“What?” you turn around to face the same man from the bookstore, “You again?!”

“Oh we meet again,” he pretends to sound surprised in his same deep voice you’re trying to forget.

He smirks and takes off his shades, “Nakamoto Yuta.” He offers a hand and to be polite you take his hand, but something didn’t feel right.

“It is my seat,” you scrunch your eyebrow.

He grins, “Well yeah by the ticket it was yours, but I always like to take the window seat. Besides I put something there already,” he shows you the book he bought is inside the pocket infront of you.

You roll your eyes, “That doesn’t mean this is yours. I paid to get the window seat.” You lied.

He acts surprised, ”Really? You’re lying. Now I usually ask them kindly to switch place with me-“

He cannot finish his sentence because you cut him “No. Sit on the aisle or find another chair Yuta.”

He smirks and shrugs his shoulder, “I thought people always fall for my smile, but not you. Fine, you won this time.” He simply sit down on the other seat and buckles his belt.

“Sorry for the bookstore incident, I hope we can still enjoy our flight back to Korea.” He said softly to you in Korean. Your eyes widen, oh he is a fluent Korean speaker.

You just nod and when you feel like there is nothing else to talk about right now, you put on the headphones and play yourself some music.

Something tickles your brain, something about Nakamoto Yuta, his name somehow feels familiar in your ear. You take off your headphone to listen to the safety procedure and that’s when Yuta speaks up again in Korean.

“Look at us,” he suddenly whispers, “We fought over the last book, fought over a window seat, both speak Korean… we have some things in common. Aren’t we basically a couple already?”

You punch his shoulder “Are you in your right mind?”

He looks at you annoyed “Didn’t you know I was flirting?”

You blush and scoff “Not that fast sir-“

He smirks “Oh Sir? You’re into that huh? Sounds interesting.” His gaze examines your face.

The way your eyes look into him with curiosity but defence, the way you hide your cheeks from blushing but your ears give away too much, and the way you bite your lips.

He winks, “Alright, I am not teasing my little lamb anymore. You might cry if I go too far. Just know that whoever dates you must be very lucky to win someone like you.”

Your heart fell for that, “Actually I am single,” you blurt that out and curse yourself when you see his gaze changes to a challenging one.

“Woah, were you hinting me?”

You shake your head “Sorry I just didn’t know I’d say that outloud.”

“People tend to tell the truth when they’re nervous. So tell me little lamb, are you nervous because I am too stunning or you’re afraid I might harm you.”

You close your eyes, it’s not the fear of him killing you in your sleep or robbing you. No, it’s pure nervousness.

“I am sorry, I need my time alone.” You give him a forced small smile so he doesn’t feel bad and you return to listening your music.

The rest of the flight, Yuta did not bother you anymore. He watched movies, played some game in his phone and even read some books.

You just interact with him when he helps you take out the things on the overhead cabin and while you wait for the luggage. He helps you with your luggage and you’re grateful for it, at least he is not a total asshole. He is actually sweet and caring, maybe he is a tsundere.

“Alright, I guess this is it. We part ways and maybe never see each other again.” Yuta pushes his trolley and you also did the same thing beside him.

You nervously chuckle, something in your hear wishes you’ll bump him once again. “Yeah, this is it. Thank you for helping me and the books.”

He laughs, “As much as I want to give you the remaining half, I promised someone this.”

You nod your head, “I understand, same thing goes to me.”

He taps his finger on the handle, “Think we might see each other again one day?”

You look to the distant, “Maybe? Hope it’s better than our first encounter.”

Yuta nods, “Yeah I wish that never happen again. So, this is it. Is someone picking you up?”

You take your phone out to see the message from the man picking you up, “Yes, my cousin is here. What about you? Taxi?”

“No, someone came to pick me up too.”

Your phone rings and both Yuta and you toss each other a glance. “Go, your cousin is here maybe.” He shoos you politely and you laugh at his action “See you when I see you! Bye Yuta!” you wave and walk with your trolley away while listening to your brother’s direction.

Yuta also picks up a call not longer after it, “Oh the mini market? Yeah I saw it. I’m walking there.”

You meet your cousin already and hug him tight “Taeyong!!! Glad you’re not late. Let’s go!” you try to bring him home first and show the other souvenirs first before finally telling him about the comic.

He ruffles your hair “I know you’re excited to go back to Seoul, but I am also here to pick up my friend. He’s also from Japan and I promised to pick him up too. He’s on his way.”

Your mind feels fuzzy but you try to ignore it, maybe you’re just nervous about telling the story. That was until you hear your cousin’s voice calling out a name you learnt today.

“Yuta!!”

“Taeyong-ah!!”

You peer over Taeyong’s shoulder and gasp when you see the same man you’ve been with the whole day.

“Yuta, this is the cousin I used to talk about, and (y/n) meet Yuta, my boyfriend.” Taeyong proudly introduces the two of you without knowing anything.

Yuta plays along and shakes your hand “The girl from the bookstore? (y/n) right?”

You smirk and play along too “Mister window seat! Yuta, true?”

Taeyong looks at the two of you with a big question mark on his face.

You stifle a laugh when Yuta nicely grabs his boyfriend’s hand and pushes his trolley to get to the car.

“We owe you a story, come let’s eat lunch and we will tell you everything!” you giggle as you push your belongings too.

Taeyong nods his head “Fine, looks like you two are hiding something. Hope it’s nothing bad.”

After loading your stuff and Yuta’s stuff, the three of you stop over a restaurant for lunch.

Once the lunch is over, you and Yuta both pull out a paper bag.

“For you, open it up and we will tell you the story.” You hand him the same bag Yuta handed over.

Taeyong curiously open the bag and screams when he sees the book, he wanted is complete here in front of his face.

“Oh the two of you did not forget! Why did you just get me two each?” he notices that soon when he arranges the comic books on the table.

“Who wanna tell?” you glance to Yuta.

He rolls his eyes, “You go first, then me.”

With that Taeyong laughs at the story both of you re-enact. He has the greatest laugh this year when he sees how you and Yuta re-do the scene while muttering the same Japanese words he did not understand.

“So, in the end both of you got me the complete set. Congratulations! None of you will die.” Taeyong ends the story with a nice wrap and the three of you can’t believe how small the world is.

See you tomorrow, on the last day!

Thank you so much!!! ily!!

Christmas masterlist

[plantvenuss]

Steve . R  x Black! reader - Don’t sweat it -

[ CHRISTMAS SPECIAL ]

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Summary :  The Avengers attempt to infiltrate a Christmas gala event in order to retrieve lost Hydra files stolen from an old  S.H.I.E.L.D base. But what happens when the mission is almost jeopardized because of a simple mistake?

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“Please tell me we’re not here for another mission.” you begged as you walked through the briefing room in sweatpants and a white tank top. You had just woken up from a nap and the first thing you got was a message from Nick Fury asking the avengers to assemble in the briefing room for an “emergency.” 

“I swear to God If we’re here to watch the road for 12 hours for one more robber I will threaten to retire again.”

Tony snorted as he strode toward the head of the chair, taking a seat and propping his legs on the table intertwining his finger together.

“It’s the holiday’s, I thought we were free from any Avenging.” Bucky stated when the room fell silent, Sam glared at him and inhaled before answering.

“That’s why It’s called an emergency, dummy.” Bucky snarled holding up a warning finger toward him, you copied tony and sat at the other end of the table without putting your feet on the table.

“Emergency was ‘so big’ he didn’t even show up.” you commented, and just then his face appeared on the glass behind tony, bruce jumped before calming himself down.

“Good to see y’all.” Fury said as the remaining avengers took their seats, Tony turned around swiftly and smirked. “Where are ya, Fury? and what’s the emergency?”

Fury kept a stoic face and looked directly at Tony, “I’m right where I need to be, Stark. And that’s all you need to know.”

“Wow,” he exhaled sharply, patting the center of his chest, where his arc reactor lit up at the sense of touch.

 “Can’t say that didn’t hurt.”

Fury Ignored him and looked among the rest of the Avengers who were patiently waiting for the emergency to be explained.

“As you may know, what’s left of S.H.I.E.L.D have been investigating hidden HYDRA bases for a specific file that was stolen from us a couple of years ago,” He paused stopping when the sound of an exotic bird squawked above him.

“And just recently, one of our S.H.I.E.L.D agents have managed to locate this very specific file in one of their hidden bases, in Munich, Germany.”

Steve leaned forward, the blue sweater that hugged his muscles tightening at the cause of movement.

“And you want us to retrieve them for you?” He asked, and Fury simply nodded, confirming Steve’s question. Steve scoffed and twisted his chair to face you, you exhaled and turned to fury to speak.

“We’re getting real tired of doing your dirty deeds for you, Nick.” you said, saying what everyone else was to afraid to say. Sam and Bucky looked at you as if you had just murdered an innocent person in front of them and you lightly shrugged at their response, waiting to hear Nicks Clapback.

“Yeah?” He asked, the sun shining behind him before he changed the angle of the camera.  “well take a break.”

You tilted your head, your eyes examining the small glimpse of his surrounding that he exposed. “It’s really hard to do that when you keep us busy all year round.” 

He smiled, a stern smile and nodded toward you in triumph. “Exactly, meaning you work for me and you do as I say. Without question or complaints.” 

You opted to clamp your mouth shut, afraid that something cruel would slip past your lips, you looked at Steve defeated. His eyes softened at your expression, you tried for him and he was grateful.

“I’ll send you a file about all you need to know. You have 72 hours to locate and retrieve the file, call me when you have it.” He said, and then the call cut, his face disappeared and the  room was filled with silence once again.

“Okay. Is it just me, or was he in the Bahamas?” 

-

After Nick had sent the file and the Avengers had gone over their plan, Steve had ordered for the Avengers to get some ‘Shut eye’ so when they awoke, they were at the top of their game.

It was way past midnight nearing to three - four am when you caught Steve in the briefing room, his fingers tangled in his golden locks and his head falling and sharply standing when he caught himself sleeping. You padded, barefoot towards him, your hair covered in a  black bonnet a black plain top and the  grey sweatpants from earlier. You felt sorry for him, being the leader of a group wasn’t as easy as you thought it would be. He was born and bread a leader, so you thought it would’ve came naturally to him; you thought wrong.

You entered, thinking that would be enough to alert him of your presence. It wasn’t.

 You tapped on the window, and his head sharply snapped upward, his eyes immediately settling on you. When he realized it was you his gaze softened, his muscles un-tensed and he  dropped his attention back onto the tablet where Fury had sent the files, with a lazy, tired smile.

You sat across from him, setting your un-used glass of water to the side. Your heart cried for the man. He really was a man out of time.

“Are you sleeping?” you asked the obvious and he shook his head, his eyes closing fleetingly before he opened them and rubbed them harshly. 

“No.”

You laughed a small laugh and you slid the water toward him with the tip of your two fingers, the sound of glass sliding across the table filling the room.

“You’re a horrible liar, has anyone ever told you that?”

He hummed while picking up the glass and chucking on the water. 

“Let’s get you to bed, Rogers.”

He loved it when you said his last name, his ears perked up at the sound of it rolling off of your tongue and he sighed happily. He shook his head lazily.

“I’m fine- I’ll be fine (Y/N).” 

You scoffed through your nose, making your way towards him and attempting to lift him by his forearm, “Yeah, the last time I believed someone when they said that they died...so,” 

He grumbled loudly, guilt eating him up inside for keeping you up this late at night. 

“Alright, alright I’m going.” 

You nodded and let him go, the feeling of your fingertips still sizzling on his skin. He loved it when you touched him, he felt a sense of comfort whenever you did so.

You walked out of the glass doors, calling out to him, “You better, or I’ll beat your ass’ if i still catch you down here.”

He chuckled at your forwardness as he watched you walk further away into the darkness of the Avengers compound.

It’s what he loved the most about you.

-

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7:00 am

“Coffee?” You asked, even though you didn’t need to, placing a cup of freshly brewed coffee in front of him, he thanked you and took the mug from the counter, sipping it. By the time he thought of anything to bring up conversation with you, you disappeared, leaving Steve to go over the file on his own.

-

“How close are we to Munich?” Steve asked, bending down so he could ask  Natasha, who was piloting the quinjet with Bruce Co-piloting beside her, asleep.

“An hour.” she whispered back, in an effort to not wake up Bruce with her voice. Steve nodded and made his way toward you, who was tying the laces of your boots. You were already ready to get off this damned thing since Tony, who was playing an Asgard game with Thor wouldn’t shut up.

Although you weren’t speaking, you looked so concentrated, so focused on what you had to do. Steve didn’t even have to read your mind to know you were going through different scenarios, different plans for the infiltration just in case anything went wrong tonight. Even subconsciously you were helping him, helping the team and that was another thing he loved about you, you were selfless. Just like Peggy. Possibly more. Hard and stern when you needed to be, when you sought for what you stood by, but soft and sweet when you needed to be. 

“We suit up in an hour.” Steve announced, everyone’s heads turned towards him, Bruce stirred a little which worried Natasha but he remained sleeping.

-

2:45 pm

When you arrived in Munich, Germany it was cold. Extremely cold. It was already snowing heavily when you arrived, the disguised S.H.I.E.L.D van that was waiting for you was already lightly covered in snow, Sam shivered and rubbed his forearms when the Avengers approached the van. 

“Why is Europe always so damn cold?” he muttered, slamming the door behind him.

-

When you arrived at the briefing room that was assigned to you, you went over the plan a million times, making sure everyone knew their mark and their place.

Bucky and Sam; much to their dismay. Were paired together, assigned to stay in the ball room to receive the file and hand it over to Natasha and Clint, who were positioned at the door way at all times, just in case anything went wrong. You and Tony were to enter the file room, your objective was to retrieve the file and make sure it was handed to Steve, who was the lookout and the person who made sure it was also safely handed to Sam and Bucky. Bruce was to stay in the quinjet, which was located in the back of the building, in the case that were was a much needed emergency. 

“Everyone knows there position and know’s their objective. We only have one shot to get those files and that shot it tonight,” everyone nodded, already prepared for action. “Suit up.”

-

“Thank you, Natasha.” She smiled at you, running her palms past the outline of your hip, straightening the crinkle that your dress made. “You look stunning.”

You scoffed through your nose again and swatted her hand away, “you can look but you can’t touch,” you teased, she walked towards the door of your dressing room, her black strapless ball gown dress with red emeralds flowing behind her.

“Oh is that right?” she teased back and you both laughed stupidly.

-

When Steve spotted you in the Ball room with your arm draped inside of Tony’s extended arm, Steve thought you looked breath taking, the sunlight yellow sleeved dress sparkled under the chandelier light, and Steve thought that you looked way too beautiful for a mission that he knew was going to turn into a blood bath. The honey yellow complimented your dark skin, the way the sleeved dressed clung onto your arm made Steve squirm, it was almost as if you were chocolate, and the dress that was draped over your body was the wrapper. Steve wanted to unwrap you and he wanted to do it quickly.

“I’m in.” Your voice rung in his earpiece, even your voice sounded as beautiful as you looked. 

Tony “Ehmm’d” beside you and you rolled your eyes, lifting the bubbling glass of champagne up to your lips and pretending to speak to Tony so you didn’t blow your cover. 

“Fine. We’re in.”

You pulled the champagne away from your lips, the strong smell of a strange alcohol filling your nostrils. You rested your ear on Tony’s shoulder, using the end of his suit’s shoulder pad to act as a finger pressing on the earpiece, so you could communicate with the rest of the team. “Don’t drink the Champagne, it’s spiked.”

From the reflection of the art piece that sat in the middle of the ball-room you could see Natasha smile, she patted the widow bites that rested against her wrist making them light up, “She got there before me.”

Tony’s grip on your arm became tighter as your approached the steps, you moved to “whisper” in his ear, and his hand cupped your cheek so he could press your earpiece, your now straightened hair that was elegantly styled into a simple updo covering his thumb.

“Approaching the file room now.” 

“Affirmative.” 

When you and Tony opened the file room it was filled with heaps of hard drives, you closed the door behind you, reaching inside your inner-thigh and placing a automatic padlock on the handle. You punched the password in and the metal quickly molded into a lock. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” Tony called out, and his glasses lit up, you placed a timer under the door and stood beside him. 

“It’s on the far right, Boss.” She confirmed and you wasted no time and strut your way towards the computer. You sat on the chair and twirled around getting used to its cushion.

“Do you have to do that every time?” Tony grumbled, standing behind you. 

You began to work, your fingers typing at such an immaculate speed that Tony’s eyes could not keep up with. “Can’t work If i’m not comfortable, Tony.” you blatantly answered his question, he huffed looking around the room to find something to occupy him.

“How long is this going to take?” He asked, leaning on one of the hard rives behind him, sucking on his teeth. 

“Long if you don’t shut the fuck up.” 

“And get off of that.” You scolded, he grumbled and slowly peeled away from the desk kicking his foot lightly.

“You’re no fun.”

“Not for you, I’m not.” You answered typing the last of the codes in. The screen scrolled with green codes before a satisfying ‘ding’  was heard. A hard drive ejected from one of the side of the computer. 

You smiled yanking it from its socket and holding it, you re-wrapped your arms around Tony’s and smiled, flicking your hand the lock flew across the room, Tony called you a “show off.” before cracking the door open, only  to meet the face of Steve who was holding his shield that was currently camouflaging to the area around him thanks to your and tony’s updates on stark tech.  

He already had his arm held out, ready for Tony to pass you over to him like a father would to his daughter on her wedding day. You smiled, running your hand over his bicep before you placed your arm in his and you made your way to the bottom of the stairs, a few glances given to you as you descended. Steve thought it was because you looked like a Goddess.

“We’re good to move out.” Natasha said, and everyone took their positions ready to leave. Weaving through the crowd, Steve was too focused on getting out of there that his shield bumped into the rear end of someone, sending them flying.

The tech, somehow must’ve popped off, because as soon as Steve bumped into someone, the camouflage glitched, the shield flickered and electrically shocked Steve, making him drop it and send the sound of the shields rattle to swim through the air, before it returned to it’s natural shade that everyone was so used to.

“I thought you secured the tag, Tony.” Natasha said, disappointed. 

“I did,” he whined, calling for his suit when he heard the cocking of guns echo through the ball room. 

“I think.” he corrected himself after a long-awaited silence.

“Son of a bitch, they’re all HYDRA agents?” you asked, pissed. You ripped your arm away from Steve’s and pulled out the Sai’s that you had hidden behind the slit of your dress.

“Do we call for back-up?” Thor asked, Mjǫllnir gripped tightly in his hand, Natasha turned to him, ripping the lower-half of her dress for flexibility and gave him a knowing look, even though she wasn’t smiling you could see it in her eyes, her hunger to put her abilities to use for the greater good. She shook her head and cocked her gun, her baton in the other and said, 

“No. I’m pretty sure we got this one.”

You huffed, standing in your fight stance you prepared to take on a hall full of HYDRA agents. 8 vs 350.

“Let’s get these sons of bitches.”

-

“Question.” Tony stated, through the coms as he shot one of the last of them with his repulsor. 

“go ahead.” Natasha allowed standing up from discarding her heels. 

“Clint, what do your bows actually do? what happens when you run out of em’ do you just? walk away I mean. I’m truly fascinated.”

Clint who was already exhausted out of his mind snapped his head toward Tony. Tony held his hands up in defense. “research purposes.” 

Clint scoffed limping towards the door after Natasha pulled him away.

Steve, sat slumped on the stairs got up and latched his shield behind him, feeling discouraged and annoyed that he almost jeopardized the mission for everyone.  

“Head up, Rogers. I’m pretty sure everyone knew it was a trap anyways.”

He nodded dragging himself towards the back of the torn building; thanks to the hulk. 

You latched onto his wrist twisting him to face you.

“Hey,” you said as you stood on your tip-toes and placed your lips on the corner of his mouth, stunned he moved his head toward you and you placed your lips on his, the feeling flowing within you indescribable. It was like this for a moment, the rhythm of both of your lips working against each other buzzing the core that laid in your lower abdomen. You relaxed your feet, returning to your original height breaking the lips that were made for each other apart. They whined in sadness.  

Budging past him teasingly you bent over to pick up your scattered Sai’s and continued walking to where you saw the quinjet.

“You coming or not?” you asked when you didn’t hear his feet padding behind yours. He smirked, suddenly joyful that he made the mistake of blowing cover. He picked his head up to look at you, the happiness in his eyes building up your own. He picked up his bloody shield and strode towards you, confidence radiating in his aura, even in the most unfortunate situations: such as these.

“Yeah. Yeah I am.”

[aqlemonade]

SLUTBOX - Biadore

Summary: Smut based on the recent Biadore interaction. 

Danny ❤️ Check Instagram Danny ❤️ They’re for you 😘

Roy smirked at his phone. He looked around the conference room to make sure no one was paying attention to him. Of course they weren’t. Roy never understood why it was required of him to attend every meeting about tours when all he did was sign off on them at the end.

He exited out of his messages and scrolled through countless apps until getting to the Instagram badge. The first thing on his feed was Danny’s picture showing off his pretty ass and gorgeous body. Roy instinctively liked it before even realizing what he was doing. Out of caution he never interacted with the nude photos Danny would post. As tempting as it was, especially when having to witness your coworkers thirst after your boyfriend in the comments of said pictures, Roy managed to control himself. Until now.

Liking it then unliking it was too suspicious, and he had already liked the photo. So Roy shrugged. He figured a comment wouldn’t do any more harm.

thebiancadelrio: MINE

Okay, maybe that would do some harm. Roy backspaced and retyped:

thebiancadelrio: SLUTBOX 🤭

——

thebiancadelrio liked your photo

thebiancadelrio commented on your photo

Danny’s heart dropped. He felt butterflies in his stomach like a middle schooler getting a follow back on twitter from their crush.

adoredelano: Only for you Willow 💕

Danny sighed. He wished he could, but he couldn’t comment that back. Not without outing their relationship. Danny backspaced and retyped:

adoredelano: Always 🌸💕

He switched apps to text Roy privately.

Danny ❤️ Oh I get a like AND a comment on my ass pictures now?

Danny ❤️ You never like my nudes

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 Well you did say they were for me

Danny ❤️ They always are

Roy could feel himself getting flustered. He wanted to be home so he could hug, kiss, and rip the underwear off of Danny. Not at this stupid meeting with people who couldn’t be bothered to include him in conversation about his own tour.

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 I’m gonna bury my face in your ass when I get home

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 Be ready

Danny’s dick twitched in his pants. Roy rarely sexted back when Danny tried, so Roy initiating it excited him. He quickly kicked off his house pants and ran to their bedroom (only because Roy yelled at him for putting his bare balls on their leather couch whenever he took nudes on it).

Danny ❤️ Attachment: 1 video I already am

Roy opened his messages to see a thumbnail of Danny’s dick. Goosebumps rose on his skin as his cheeks got warm. Of course that little tease would send him a video touching himself while Roy was stuck in a meeting. He played it anyway, making sure the volume was low as he didn’t have headphones with him.

It started with a shot of Danny spreading his legs. His cock mostly soft as he took himself into his hand and began stroking. He jerked himself off until he was completely hard. Roy crossed his legs, his blood thumped at the thought of all the beautiful sounds Danny was making that he couldn’t hear. His boyfriend then massaged the head of his cock until making himself drip precum. Roy almost moaned at the sight of his body contorting as he brought himself to the edge. Danny didn’t finish himself off though. He turned the camera to his face: Bright red cheeks and a heaving chest. He smiled, Roy could tell Danny was laughing too. His little tongue stuck out like it always did. He blew a kiss to the camera to end the video with.

Roy went from flustered to putting a binder on his lap to hide his boner.

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 You made me hard in the middle of a meeting

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 You’re gonna pay for that

Danny ❤️ Gladly 😇

—— “Dan?” Roy called out when he finally got home.

“In the kitchen! Come, I want you to see something.”

Roy was half expecting the kitchen to be burnt down and half expecting Danny to be naked on the table. Neither were true as the kitchen was immaculate, and his boyfriend was leaning over a laptop fully clothed. Roy wrapped his arms around Danny from behind. Danny leaned into Roy’s body as Roy nuzzled and kissed his cheek.

“I think I wanna look at one more house before we decide. This one’s pretty cool,” Danny clicked through photos as Roy looked at them over his shoulder. Since moving back to L.A. Danny rarely stayed at his own place. He was either with Roy or on the road working. So he decided when his lease was up he wouldn’t renew it. Roy’s place was big enough for both of them, but the both of them wanted a home. They wanted something that felt like it was theirs, not one person’s apartment that the other had moved into.

“I thought you were set on the one with the pink bedroom?”

“I was, but this one has concrete floors.”  

Roy wasn’t sure why that outweighed Danny’s dream of a hot pink bedroom. He didn’t have time to ask before Danny turned around in his arms to face him. “We don’t have to talk about the house right now,” Danny reached behind himself to close his laptop. “I have something else I wanna show you. Why don’t I go get it while you wait for me in the bedroom?” Danny kissed Roy’s lips. “Naked,” He added, popping a few buttons on Roy’s shirt.

——

Danny got himself done up in the guest bedroom. He reapplied his makeup and styled his hair. Stripping down to nothing Danny slid the white thong up his legs. A mirror behind him gave Danny the perfect opportunity to admire himself. “Roy’s gonna love this,” he said excitedly while shaking his ass in the mirror.

There was a sheer white robe that came with a different lingerie set, but Danny thought it looked better with the underwear he was wearing. He slipped it on, tying it at the waist before sauntering to their bedroom.

Roy’s mouth dropped when Danny walked in. He had been waiting on the bed for him, naked. Just as Danny asked.

Danny brought his bottom lip between his teeth, keeping eye contact with Roy as he began to crawl up the bed towards him. A a seductive smile graced his lips when he was able to mount Roy. Roy’s hands immediately found their way to his lover’s body, sliding up the backs of Danny’s thighs to rest on his ass.

The younger felt adored in the way Roy stared up at him with such reverence. “You‘re so beautiful, babygirl,” Roy said in awe of his boyfriend. Danny chuckled. He leaned in to graze his lips over Roy’s, not allowing him a kiss just yet. “Play with me,” Danny huffed in his ear, making him shiver. “Play with me,” he repeated. Those stunning doe eyes were flashed Roy’s way, and he could never resist them.

Roy grabbed the back of Danny’s neck, pulling him into a firm kiss. Danny melted into him. He could feel himself giving up control as Roy kissed him thoroughly. A sultry moan escaped Danny’s lips as he opened them for Roy’s tongue. Meshing together and gliding over the other, Roy and Danny couldn’t keep themselves quiet. Their hands desperately roamed each other’s bodies, though Roy was finding it difficult with Danny still wearing his robe.

Roy broke away from the kiss. He untied the garment, letting it fall open first. Roy leaned forward to press his lips against Danny’s stomach. “My god,” Danny breathed as his head fell back and hand ran through Roy’s hair. He took his time planting each kiss down Danny’s happy trail. Roy caressed his lower stomach, his muscles jumping under Roy’s lips and fingertips. Methodically, his mouth moved down to Danny’s navel, suckling on the skin around it.

Danny was beginning to grow hard. His dick rose to attention in his underwear and his nipples stiffened. Roy wiggled a bit further down so he could suck on Danny’s clothed balls. A guttural moan escaped the bottom of Danny’s lungs. Roy had kissed and touched him through his underwear before, but nothing quite as intense. Something about the fabric being between his balls and Roy’s wet mouth made it extremely erotic. “Fuck,” Danny’s thighs trembled as he rocked back and forth.

Roy smacked his ass. The white thong had a wet spot where Roy sucked at, and another at the top from Danny’s cock leaking in it. “Please take them off,” Danny enticed him. The underwear had become restricting, he was aching to get them off.

“Not yet,” Roy said with a pleased tone, pecking Danny’s cheek as he positioned himself behind him. Roy let the robe fall from Danny’s shoulders. He smiled as his boyfriend’s body was revealed to him. His hands caressed down Danny’s arms. Roy thought Danny was so perfect. Not that he had no flaws, but that Roy didn’t see them as flaws. He’d complain about this or that, but everything he complained about Roy thought was stunning.

He pressed his lips to Danny’s shoulder. Goosebumps flared up on his pale back as Roy kissed and touched him. His hands were having a field day with Danny’s body: Smoothing over his stomach and chest, toying with his nipples, teasing his inner thighs until they wobbled and Danny had to lean most of his weight against him. His lips moved to Danny’s neck, the younger gracious enough to bend his neck to allow better access. “Love you,” he mumbled against the skin. The cockiness in Roy’s voice set Danny’s heart on fire.

“Love you too,” He attempted to move his ass against Roy’s cock, but Roy stilled his hips.

“Not yet,” He repeated and Danny groaned. Roy peeled himself away from Danny. His lips trailed down his spine until reaching the curve of his ass. Roy smiled deviously, going in to nip at the tattoo on the side of Danny’s cheek. His hand ran up his back. Before Danny knew it he was gasping at how quickly Roy bent him over. The older man pushed his semi against Danny’s ass. To tease him. To let him know what was going to be his.

Danny whined, ready for Roy to take him right away. He began rubbing his ass against Roy’s crotch. Instead of saying not yet, this time Roy gripped his hips firmly. He pressed his cock in the rut of Danny’s ass and started to grind with him. It took a few seconds to get in sync with each other, but when they did they felt heaven.

“Fuck, Danny,” Roy said through gritted teeth. His fingertips dug harder into Danny’s skin the better it felt. Danny bucked up into him, feeling every inch of Roy gliding against his asshole.

“Feels so good,” Danny huffed as his face fell into their mattress. Roy pressed harder, creating more friction and making both of them moan loudly. They were both in such a desperate need for each other that their grinding had become wild. Roy grew completely hard from it.

Roy hovered over Danny. “You’re amazing,” He breathed as he kissed all over Danny’s back. The younger moaned in response, increasing the pace and pressure that he was rubbing against Roy with. He turned his head around for a kiss that Roy gladly gave up. He swirled his tongue around Danny’s as his lover let out gorgeous sounds into his mouth.

Roy couldn’t get over Danny. He would always be captivated by him. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to such an ethereal person being all his; To having him like this. It still shocked him that Danny even found him attractive, let alone  attractive enough to have the amount of lust that he did for him. Neither were very good at keeping their hands off of the other.

With a firm final kiss Roy pulled away, disappearing behind Danny. Danny couldn’t help but to whimper knowing what was coming next. Roy played with the small string of the thong. He pulled it gently, enough to tease Danny’s hole by running against it. He got a good laugh out of the frustration that was so apparent in the noises Danny made.

“Take them off of me, Roy.”

“Not yet.”

A finger was the next to tease Danny through the barely there fabric. He caressed his hole with a featherlight touch. The first few times Danny clenched. Roy waited for his body to become relaxed before moving on. Not one to break a promise, Roy buried his face in Danny’s ass. He pointed his tongue to poke at Danny’s entrance, the thin piece of cotton still created a barrier between Roy’s mouth and Danny’s body.

Danny mewled as Roy continued to lap at his hole through the underwear. It was conflicting; He wanted to feel Roy’s lips pursed around his asshole while he glided in and out of him, but the restriction was creating a different level of pleasure. It wasn’t enough that Danny couldn’t feel every bit of what Roy was doing, but it was just enough to leave Danny writhing for more. Desperate for touch. He knew that desperation building up was ecstasy when finally released.

Danny choked on his thoughts, then choked again when Roy became more aggressive. He couldn’t take it anymore; Teasing your partner was fun until you were the one getting frustrated. Roy ripped Danny’s thong in half. The man didn’t have time to get mad about his brand new underwear being in pieces as Roy’s mouth enveloped his asshole. Sloppy kisses were pressed repeatedly against Danny’s hole until Roy flattened his tongue over him. He switched back and forth between the two: Firmly lapping at his asshole and using his plump lips to suction around it.

A throaty groan croaked through Danny’s lips. His ass worked on it’s own accord pushing further against Roy’s face. Roy didn’t mind; Having Danny’s ass in his face was one of the things he enjoyed most. Roy wrapped an arm around Danny’s lower back to hold him still. With a flat tongue he licked circles against Danny’s asshole, slowly transitioning in to using the tip of his tongue to trace the muscles before diving into him. He glided in and out just like Danny was wanting for. He let his tongue explore inside of Danny’s hole, taking his time to get acquainted with his body as if he didn’t know it better than his own. Roy introduced suction again. While his tongue played inside of Danny his lips added an extra pressure.

“Oh my god,” Danny cried out. His teeth had been biting into the pillow to stave himself off from going completely buck wild. “Roy,” his voice was strained as he looked back at his lover. Nothing was visible but the top of Roy’s head. Danny’s eyes rolled into his skull as he flopped back over. Some clever trick Roy pulled with his tongue had Danny seeing stars. “Fuck! Roy, I’m ready,” he whined.

Roy took a nice bite of Danny’s ass cheek. “Yeah?” He asked as he sat up. “You don’t need me to...,” his finger dipped between Danny’s cheeks, making the younger whimper as they made contact.

“No. I just need you.”

“Okay,” Roy grabbed their novelty sized lube bottle off of the nightstand. He thought Danny was crazy when he brought it home, but they had gone through about half of it already. He slicked himself up, wiping the extra on his hand onto Danny. Roy rubbed the tip of his cock against Danny’s entrance. “Ready?”

“Wait!” Danny turned from doggy style onto his back, reaching his arms out for Roy.

Roy smiled with a chuckle, “You’re such a mush.” He lowered himself down to Danny’s level, positioning his lover’s legs to wrap around him. Danny flung his arms around Roy’s neck himself, a happy smile on his face. “So adorable,” Roy said as he leaned in to kiss Danny sweetly. His tan hand was on Danny’s cheek. “You want it slow? Soft?”

Danny nodded his head, “Yes.” Roy reached between them to grip his own cock. Lining himself up with Danny, he gently started pushing in. He went in slowly, watching Danny’s mouth drop wider the more he filled him up.  

Roy pressed his forehead to Danny’s as he started rocking his hips against his. Just as Danny wanted Roy kept his thrusts slow and soft. He pulled nearly completely out, leaving the tip just barely in before gliding back inside of him fully and hitting his prostate. What Danny loved about fucking like this, other than getting to feel closer to Roy, was getting to feel everything Roy had to offer. When you weren’t so caught up in the movements being as fast or as rough as they could be, or positions being as unimaginable as possible you got to really experience your partner. Danny found himself feeling things his mind would be too wrapped up in other encounters to notice: Every way that Roy stretched him out, every second of his lover slowly gliding back inside of him then out again, Roy’s quiet grunts that Danny almost never got to hear over himself.  

Danny let out a moan as Roy hit his prostate with more force than before. He buried his face in the crook of Roy’s shoulder as his arms tightened around his neck. Roy cradled Danny’s head, pressing kisses to his temple as his thrusts became more consistent. Danny’s back arched off of the bed, pushing his torso impossibly closer against Roy’s. Their slick chests molded together perfectly as if they were made for each other.

“I love you,” Danny panted. “I love you, I love you,” he repeated in time with Roy’s thrusts. Roy moved away from Danny, just enough that his head wasn’t on his shoulder anymore. Pieces of Danny’s hair stuck to his neck and forehead. Some covered his eyes and got in his mouth. Roy pushed it all away.

“I love you,” Roy returned when he could see Danny’s face. He caught Danny’s lips in a deep kiss. His hips stuck to the leisurely pace, though they grew more forceful in movement when he saw how well Danny reacted to it. Danny let out whimper that was muffled by Roy’s lips. His hand tightened around Roy’s neck as they kissed. Soon his hands were sliding down Roy’s sweaty back. Then up his sides and to his arms. They returned to Roy’s shoulders only to repeat the process and end up on Roy’s ass.

Danny squeezed and kneaded his cheeks. Roy never thought his ass was anything special, but Danny fucking loved grabbing at it. With his hands Danny guided Roy to thrust a little harder. When he did Danny’s head fell back, “Just like that.” He continued with the pace Danny set, the younger man still firmly grasping Roy’s ass as it flexed beneath his hands. Danny could feel his stomach muscles tightening up as Roy kissed across his jaw. “Can I ride you?” His voice was almost pleading. “I wanna ride you.”

“Of course,” Roy growled with a kiss to Danny’s cheek. He pulled out and switched positions with Danny as he laid on down the bed. His heart raced as Danny crawled over him. Sitting up on his knees, Danny got into a reverse cowgirl position. “Help?” Danny looked back biting his lip, trying to look as innocent as possible as he held Roy’s cock. Of course Danny didn’t really need help finding his own asshole, but he thought it was hot when Roy did it himself. Roy smirked, taking hold of his dick and rubbing it between Danny’s cheeks. He guided himself inside, letting Danny lower himself the rest of the way. Both men groaned as he did so. Roy’s head fell back against their pillows while he grasped Danny’s hips.

Danny began moving on top of Roy. His dick disappeared inside of Danny’s ass, reappearing when he pulled off again. The sight of Danny riding him along with the feeling created the perfect whirlwind. Roy began meeting him halfway, thrusting up as Danny slammed down on his dick; Pulling him down harder at times. The man on top let out a yelp. Danny knew he was close when he asked to switch positions. He wanted to finish off with riding Roy to his orgasm.

As his body started to tense up, Danny leaned on Roy’s legs for leverage. His round ass bouncing on Roy’s V-line was sensational. It was one of Roy’s favorite things when they slept together. He touched Danny’s back. The freckles created a pattern that lead his hand into Danny’s hair. His fingers fanning out sent tingles up Danny’s spine, and the rough yank made Danny choke. He held his hair like that. With his head yanked back Roy could see the side of his face: Sweat dripping down his temple and his mouth wide open in a pant. His eyes looked to be closed from what Roy could see.

Danny whined louder as his orgasm approached. He was losing the steady pace he had set, his muscles had started tightening, and that familiar pressure started to build up. Yet Roy’s was the one who’s legs started trembling. “Danny, I’m gonna cum.” His warning was barely heard through the fog in Danny’s mind. When Danny was reaching his releasing he got tunnel vision for it. “Can you cum with me?” Danny nodded his head, unable to form a coherent response. “Turn around, baby. I wanna see your pretty face when you finish,” Roy gritted out.

Danny turned around on Roy’s cock. “Fuck, shit,” Roy groaned at the sensation as his body spasmed. He pulled Danny down as he thrust into him. They wrapped their arms around each other, crashing their lips together for a passionately messy kiss. Roy bit Danny’s bottom lip, tugging it with him before releasing it and attacking his lips again. Roy stroked Danny’s cock desperately as his own climax neared. “Dan,” Roy’s voice was strangled as he shot warm liquid inside of Danny. His body stiffened while he burrowed his dick as far inside of Danny as possible. His toes curled and fingers pressed into Danny’s hot flesh as he finished. The small shutters that took over his body were always Danny’s favorite part of his boyfriend’s orgasm. Through the pulsing of Roy’s cock inside of him and the relentless pressing against his prostate Danny shot his load on Roy’s stomach while Roy was cumming inside of him. He whimpered and pawed at Roy, burying his face into his chest as his body shook on top of him. Danny’s hole clenched around Roy’s cock, sending one hell of an aftershock through his body.

As they came down their bodies relaxed. That didn’t mean they moved. Danny just sprawled out on top of Roy while Roy grew soft inside of him. Eventually Danny ended  up next to Roy’s side, Roy’s arm stretched out around him. They laid there cuddled up for a while. Danny’s head on Roy’s chest, his arm flung over his abdomen, and their legs all tangled up. It was peaceful.

“So,” Roy turned his head towards Danny. “What’d you do today?” Danny cackled. Roy was often the one to break silence. Danny could fall right to sleep after making love, but Roy usually wanted to talk. “No, I’m serious,” Roy said as he cuddled Danny closer and kissed his forehead. “I wanna hear about your day.”

Danny moved around a bit before settling in basically the same position. “Well other than you,” they both chuckled, “Not much. I looked at a few more houses, worked out, cleaned up a bit,” Danny trailed off for a moment. “I wrote some new songs. Like, five, and they’re all finished. Well, not finished, finished, but you know what I mean. I have all the lyrics together. I’ll probably write new ones though. Oh, and I found some really cool music on YouTube that goes well with one song, so I might buy it then rework it a bit.”

Roy smiled as Danny rambled about his music. He knew as soon as you got Danny going he didn’t stop. Roy loved that. He was sure he thought this a million times since knowing Danny, but he could listen to him ramble about his passions for hours. “Five? In one day? You’ve been writing a lot lately,” Roy kissed the top of his head.

“You inspire me, Willow,” Danny grinned softly at him. His fingers tracing patterns into his chest.

“Do you wanna show them to me?”

Danny’s grin widened, “Yeah!” He scrambled to sit up, leaping off of the bed to get his notebook from the living room. When he came back he had a blue spiral notebook in one hand and a wet hand towel in the other. He wiped Roy down, bending over and letting Roy do the same for him. Roy tossed the towel into their hamper, getting a fresh pair of sweats for himself and the man’s favorite tiger print house leggings for Danny.

Danny laid his head on Roy’s shoulder as he showed him the songs he had been writing. This was just as intimate as sex for Danny. He didn’t just toss a finished version of a song in Roy’s lap and let him listen to it before anyone else. He dissected the songs for him; Explaining the meaning and emotion behind every lyric, what Roy did to inspire them. Even if he thought Roy wouldn’t like hearing something, he told him anyway. Roy never made it about himself, never showed Danny anything but utter support and interest. He just listened, sometimes he made a mental note to do something differently, or never again depending on how it made Danny feel. He laid his head on top of Danny’s as he continued.

Danny tossed the notebook under their bed when they were finished. Roy shot him a confused look. “What? I’ll lose it if I don’t put it under there at night.”

Danny hated feeling sentimental, but he was so thankful for Roy. Moments like the one they just shared reminded Danny how much Roy loved him. How much he accepted him, and how comfortable Danny was with him. Roy was right, he was a big mush. Danny scurried over to Roy’s side of the bed to engulf him in a hug. Roy happily squeezed back. “I love you,” Danny said as he pecked Roy’s lips.

“I love you, too.” Danny nuzzled his face into Roy’s neck.

“Hey, babe? Do we have any pizza leftover from last night?”

Roy chuckled as he rubbed Danny’s back. Of course this kid was thinking about food while they were having a moment. “Yeah. One piece of veggie and half a plain.”

“Okay,” Danny pulled away. Roy could tell by the mischievous inflection in his tone that he was up to something. “First person     in the kitchen gets dibs on the veggie!” Danny sprung out of bed to race to their kitchen.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Roy began to move from the bed. “You’re a thousand years younger than me!”

[ninesoftkids]

ship ur mutuals with skidz! bringing this ask meme back cause y not! friendship! woo! 💓❤️💓💖💗💕💞❣️💗❤️💞❣️

Aayyy, I love these asks! Unfortunately, Stray Kids only has nine members :( so I’ve finished the rest of my mutuals with other idols I think fit! I hope that’s ok lmao. Right. (It’s gonna be quite long so i’m going to insert the line thingy) Here we gooooo :D

·        Woojin – Andy. Thefirst person to fight your corner, but sometimes they lack belief inthemselves. An essential part of our family, just like Woojin. One of the mostcaring people I’ve met, but also definitely one of the most chaoticallyencouraging people ever. Don’t let them eat the trees. @haknveons

·        Minho – Roxi. Two bubblypeople with serious visuals! But don’t let their cuteness fool you – there’sdemons hidden beneath the angel exteriors. Just as Roxi loves to both hurt andheal us with gorgeous pictures of our faves, Minho loves to tease. The push-and-pullrelationship. Roxi the Angel, and Minho the Devil. But he cares deeply, andwould always listen to whatever worries you had. You can expect cute good nightmessages and missed Skype calls that are made up with a thousand nose kisseswhen you finally see each other. The Opposites Attract Couple @lxx-fxlix

·        Chan – Syd. Bluntand honest, forthright with their beliefs, I think Chan and her would have amazingphilosophical arguments that would end in cuddles and Disney on the sofa whilethey throw popcorn at each other. Chan could teach you Korean, and you canteach him your slang :D Also that height difference would be cute af. @hwarang-my-loves

·        Hyunjin – Mer. Twoanimal lovers with visuals to merder. 😉 You share the cutestgiggles and are always down for pillow forts and cuddle piles. Fancy dinnerwho? Give you two pizza and some fluffy dogs and you’re good to go. You’d takethe best pictures of each other and you’d be the Aesthetic Couple @softstan4softboys

·        Changbin – Liz. Edgelord?Bitch, where? Like Changbin, your aesthetic is the opposite of your personality.You’re both whole dorks who love fiercely and are genuinely amazing people. Plus,I just really like imagining Changbin doing aegyo for the last Cadbury’schocolate or something and you judging him so hard, but doing the exact samething thirty seconds later. Softies. Both of you. The Tsundere Couple @darkaegyo

·        Jisung – Hae. Two kidswith unbelievable and unending energy. Plus the visuals? God damn you’d look sogood together. Another Aesthetic Couple. Give the two of you energy drinks andyou’ll be bouncing off the walls. Expect midnight runs to your local supermarket,throwing grapes into each others mouths, cute holiday vlogs where Jisung triesto befriend a squirrel and you throw peanuts at him. @squirrelboiii

·        Felix – Csen. He’dlove to watch you draw in the park while he kicks a ball around with the boysand pretend he’s not trying to figure out who you’re drawing – he hopes that it’shim. Teaching each other to cuss in other languages. He’d roll his eyeswhenever you scream over Namjoon or a Stray Kids Comeback but secretly love howexcited you get about things you love. The sarcasm also runs strong in thisship. Cute selfies returned with a ‘I did it better’. 100% down to prank eachother. The Friends to Lovers Trope we all adore. @lee-minho

·        Seungmin – Esther.People can’t decide if you’re the most savage or the most soft couple to exist.You both put so much thought into what you do for others and you’re so treasuredby everyone who gets to call you a friend. Birthdays are always anticipatedbecause you try to outdo each other in what presents you get each other. You metat a theme park, both the odd person in a group and having to sit next to eachother on a ride. When the ride ends you leave the others to find some ice creamand drinks – and it isn’t your fault that you forgot you arrived with otherpeople. The Meet-Cute we all deserve. @goddamngyu

·        Jeongin – Charz. Thelittle sister we all wish we had. You and Jeongin would be the cutest ok. You’dcompete at baking and force the boys to choose which is better without themknowing whose is whose (you’d both try to bribe the boys beforehand) You’ddance long into the night, not watching the time and just laughing at eachother’s attempts at popular dances. You were probably introduced through mutualfriends at a bonfire, and spent the night arguing over who had the best randomfacts. The Must Protect Couple @strayedtoofar

And now my other mutuals! :D

·        Tayla – KimSeokjin, BTS. Both visuals and Jin would help raise your self-confidence levels byalways taking pictures of you looking cute and bragging to the boys about you. Absolutedorks, with ridiculous nicknames to match. You steal his shirts and he pretendsnot to notice because his jumpers give you sweater paws and it’s adorable. But thosesweater paws come in handy when he tells a particularly bad pun and one lookfrom Yoongi has you whapping one sleeve across his arm, despite laughing atleast as hard as Jimin. Couple Goals. @mindieu

·        Ash – Lee Jihoon, SVT. You’re another Opposites Attract Couple, but both of you makeme want to cuddle the shit out of you. Both completely adorable, you probablymet like one of your AU’s :p A penpal thing that your friends mischievouslysigned you up for and it grew from there. You’ll send him Kpop memes and thoughhe won’t understand many of them, the second he sees his face he’ll be like ‘hey!It’s me!’ He hates aegyo but he’ll do it to make you smile, even at the expenseof his dignity in front of the other members. The Pen Pal trope that I am anabsolute sucker for. @lovelyhoonie

·        Stacia – KimTaehyung, BTS. Infectious laughter would follow you everywhere you went, and you’dalways be touching each other in some way – holding hands, an arm wrappedaround your waist, you name it. Also secretly evil – together with Jungkook,you prank the shit out of the other members and no one ever links it back toyou. And why would they? Both of you have Angel faces. The Trouble Maker Couple @softtrasshh

·        Jazz – Taeyong, NCT. Istill don’t know a lot about NCT, but I think your personalities would match sowell! Both fun loving and so caring and ready to give advice if people need it.You’d bond over your protective instincts and probably spend lots of time atsmall parties with close friends, laughing over good memories. @always-a-winwin

·        Ty – Jeongyeon,Twice. Neither of you could look like a mess if you tried. Goddess-tiervisuals, I swear. I also like to think that Jeongyeon sends really cutemessages to her members and always tries her best to make everyone feel better.And you’re literally the same, in that respect. You love angst so much, and youdon’t need a happy ending, so when she finishes a sad movie or novel, you’rethere to tease her back into laughter again. Neither of you are good for myheart and you fucking know it, you demons. Pet names between you range from ‘babygirl’ and ‘sweetheart’ to ‘nerd’ and ‘oi, you’. The Playful Relationship. @softspearb

·        Bri –  Kihyun, Monsta X. Outspoken about what youthink is right and wrong. Incredibly loyal and fun-loving. Always up for anadventure, and weekends will find you two trying to get lost in the city purelyfor the fun of it! The Adventurous Couple with so many stories to tell! @b-interest

·        K – Jennie, BlackPink.You seem kinda intimidating but you’re actual fluffballs. Always have eachothers backs, and spend your weekends at the park trying to get pictures of thecutest dog – loser has to buy ice cream. The Cute Couple @straychijeu

·        Roo – Jung Hoseok, BTS.You always try to see the best in people and in every situation. You’ve beenthrough difficult situations, but you smile your way through it with your headheld high and you always show concern for everyone else, sometimes forgettingthat you deserve to be cared for too!!!! @chanscurls

·        Tia – Jin Jin,Astro. Visuals for days and with smiles that make the sun jealous! I thinktogether you’d be the couple that always out and doing something. Trying a newrestaurant, racing each other down streets, going to karaoke rooms. Your IG isfull of, not necessarily aesthetic photos, but definitely short videos of JinJin doing something amusing and you laughing in the background, or you leaningon a fence pointing at ‘the view’ with a comment from him ‘you are the view’. TheCheesy Couple! @ ????

·        Flora – Youngjae,GOT7. Very affectionate and take the cutest selfies! If someone can’t find eitherof you, it’s because you’re hiding somewhere with ice cream and a movie. You loveteaching each other your own languages and laugh together over both yourattempts at the correct accents and pronunciation! @ ???

I cannot remember some of your URL’s so like…. can the rest of y’all link this to them bc i’m an awful human being lmao

[mayaknights]

Pink

Pairing: Jaehyun x Taeyong, Jaeyong Genre: Fluff ( I don’t know. I’ve tried but it doesn’t feel like fluff) Description: In which Jaehyun and Taeyong are not in the same band, where Jaehyun is Taeyong’s sunbae and he has a huge crush on the pink hair boy. 

“Jae,” his band member calls out to him. The said man reluctantly tears his eyes away from the nicely designed scripted card in his hands. He is the MC for Music Bank today and damn he is nervous as hell that he can’t even pronounce the words correctly. 

“What?” A frown laces on his lips when Yuta, his japanese band mate grins so wide; the grin that their fans always squeal at but now Jaehyun finds it extremely annoying. 

Yuta purses his lips together, jutting them out while tilting his head to the right before the annoying grin returns to his face. Jaehyun follows Yuta’s direction; shifting his gaze to his right and his eyes almost immediately settles on a familiar pastel pink hair. 

Jaehyun forgets to breath for a second. 

Standing 10 meters away from him, stood a goddess with wide doe eyes that never fails to mesmerize Jaehyun, tinted dusty rose lips and cute nose that complete his handsome features. Jung Jaehyun can feel his chest tightens and his whole attention automatically change to the pretty boy that stands out like a sore thumb in the sea of other idols that gather in the waiting area. “Tell the manager I’m... just make an excuse for me, will you?” 

Yuta laughs, rolling his eyes playfully as he gives his band mate an encouraging nudge with his elbow. “Go get him, tiger.”

Jaehyun doesn’t need to be told twice. He is already on his feet, marching his way pass the crowds of people to make it to the other side of the room. Along the way, he quickly nods and greets the others but his eyes never waver from staring at the pink hair goddess, securing his target’s location like a hungry predator hunting it’s prey. 

A scowl curves on his lips when a tall man approaches his prey, smiling and touching the latter. On first glance, they look close but Jaehyun sees how uncomfortable the goddess is when the man holds his arm. The man says something and the goddess only awkwardly smiles, the smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. He sees the beauty shakes his head, disagreeing with whatever the man suggests but the man pulls the pink hair beauty to follow him and Jaehyun knows this is where he should interrupt. 

“Taeyong,” he calls out, jogging towards their direction with an innocent grin on his face. 

Taeyong, the pink hair goddess Jaehyun has a huge crush on (according to Yuta; Jaehyun thinks he just adores and appreciates Taeyong’s beauty), smiles back, looking glad at Jaehyun’s presence. He shrugs off the other’s hold on his arm and fully turns his body and attention to the newcomer. “Jaehyun-sunbae!”

Jaehyun snorts, chuckling at Taeyong’s words. “Oh please, don’t call me that. It’s only a year apart, Taeyong. Plus, we’re bros. No honorific needed.”

“Still,”

Jaehyun doesn’t know if Taeyong’s bothered with what he is going to do or not, but he figures he could apologize later on, so he grabs Taeyong’s waist and pulls him close to give the said man a loud smooch on his cheek. Taeyong laughs, putting his hands on Jaehyun’s chest but not pushing away. 

“Jaehyun-sunbae!”

During times like this, Jaehyun really does appreciate Korea’s skin ship culture and ‘bromance’ because no one gives them the dirty look which is good since he could touch and kiss Taeyong whenever he likes (as long as the said man permits him to).

The unknown man clears his throat, announcing his presence. Confusion is written all over his face and Jaehyun can’t help but to smirk (just for a split second tho. He wants no trouble with other idols especially not with those he’s not familiar with) before faking his interests in the man’s presence. 

The man smiles professionally at Jaehyun but his eyes fail to hide the jealousy that is starting to boil in him. 

Victory. Jaehyun cheers internally. 

“Hai, my name is Jaehyun.” he introduces himself, his arms still wrapping around Taeyong’s side. 

“Junho,” the man says back, eyes shifting from Jaehyun to Taeyong. “Both of you seems close.”

“Of course,” Jaehyun tightens his grip on Taeyong’s waist as he turns to look at the pink hair man, smiling proudly because it feels like he is claiming Taeyong as his, his Taeyong. “We shared the same waiting room when he first debuted.”

“I was very nervous at that time but Jaehyun-sunbaenim cheered for me and made me feel all better.” Taeyong adds. 

“Now our baby Taeyong is rocking the stage like he belongs there!” Jaehyun dives in to kiss Taeyong on the side of his head, not pulling away from Taeyong this time. “You’re getting prettier too,” Jaehyun’s praises, his lips touching Taeyong’s soft skin.

Taeyong squeals, slapping Jaehyun’s arm that is now curling around his shoulders. “Sunbae it tickles!” 

Maybe Junho is annoyed at the overly display of affection (which is Jaehyun’s purpose in the first place) because he takes his leave almost immediately after. 

“Thank you for saving me, Jaehyun sunbae,” Taeyong says when Junho is finally out of his sight. 

Jaehyun lets Taeyong leans against his broad chest while he snakes his arms around Taeyong’s slender waist and back, pulling the latter closer. He likes how soft Taeyong is and the warmth that the pretty boy radiates. If possible, Jaehyun badly wants to have Taeyong as his human pillow. “Your sunbae?”

Taeyong sighs, hiding his face at the crook of Jaehyun’s nape. “Yeah. Same company. I don’t like him. He keeps on hitting on me even though I’ve politely declined him numerous time before. Pushy.”

“I hope I’m not that pushy or anything. Am I?”

Taeyong looks up, shaking his head hurriedly much to Jaehyun’s pleasure. “Sunbae you’re not.”

“And I hope you’re not mad that I kiss you.”

“It took me by surprise but I’m okay with it.”

“Good because that won’t be the last.” Jaehyun jokes tho apart of him will definitely feel miserable if he could not kiss the pretty Taeyong anymore. 

“Sheesh.” 

Taeyong crinkles his nose and Jaehyun can’t help but to laugh. Taeyong is so damn adorable that Jaehyun feels the desire to embrace the man in his arms and never let go. Maybe he should hide Taeyong in his pocket so he would not have to share the beauty with the whole world. 

Jung Jaehyun doesn’t really like to share. 

“Anyways, why are you here?”

“Ah!” Jaehyun quickly fishes out his phone from his pocket with his one hand. “I forgot to ask for your number last time and it was rough sleeping at night not knowing it.”

Taeyong keys in his number while letting Jaehyun runs his fingers through his pink hair, feeling comfortable enough to share his personal space with Jaehyun. He saves his number under the name ‘TY Jaehyunnie loves the most’ and Jaehyun is so close to attack Taeyong with wet sloppy kiss. Too cute!

“Send me a text and tell me it’s you, alright? I don’t reply texts or answer calls from unknown number.”

“Okay, pretty doll.”

Jaehyun gives Taeyong one last kiss on his temple before he sees his manager glaring at him and panic Yuta signaling him to ‘comeback quickly or the manager hyung will slaughter us’. 

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“So, Jaehyun-ssi, what is your ideal girlfriend type?”

Yuta profusely coughs and Jaehyun feels like slapping the latter square on the face. The interviewer laughs, looking at both of them confusedly, anticipating Jaehyun’s answer. 

“I think I like someone who is cute, a little bit feisty and have large eyes.” 

“Any idol that you think resemble your ideal type?”

“There’s one!” Yuta dares to spit it out. He laughs out loud when Jaehyun curses at him under his breath, eyes widening, threatening Yuta to ‘shut the fuck up’ but Yuta pretends he does not understand the warning signals. “He’s a real pretty one! From the rookie line.”

“Omo, I wonder who he is!”

Jaehyun smiles threateningly at Yuta before turning to look at the interviewer. He rubs the back of his nape, unsure whether he should be honest and proudly says the person’s name or just lie for the sake of covering the person’s identity. But the devil whispers in his ears and he badly wants to put his mark on this person, to announce to the world that this man is his and only his. 

“I really like Taeyong, actually.”

The girl gasps loudly at Jaehyun’s words. For a moment, she is lost for words that she can’t help but to keep her round eyes on Jaehyun. “The solo rookie Lee Taeyong?”

Jaehyun smiles nervously. “That one.”

Yuta is laughing like a hyena in the background, hitting Jaehyun’s shoulders, teasing his bandmate. “Whenever Taeyong-ssi’s around, Jaehyun is like ‘Do I look okay? Should I go talk to him?’ Jaehyun really likes Taeyong-ssi.”

For once, the urge to kill Yuta feels so strong. Jaehyun has to grit his teeth or else the whole world could see the killer glare he has on his friend. 

“Then Jaehyun-ssi should send a video message to Taeyong-ssi!”

And Jaehyun really feels like hiding his face in the ground like an ostrich at this moment. The decision to be honest seems to backfire on him and he wonders if Taeyong is going to distance himself away from Jaehyun from now on. 

He really doesn’t want to do it, to humiliate himself any further and destroy whatever he has with Taeyong right now but the camera is already zooming in his face and Yuta as well the interviewer is rooting for him to confess to Taeyong out loud, leaving Jaehyun no choice.

“Taeyong-ah,” Jaehyun begins after taking a deep breath in, cheeks flushing red. “I think that you’re so pretty and handsome. I like it when you act cute too. I hope you like me too. Let’s go on a date, Taeyong-ah. I love you.”

Later that night, the news spread like wildfire and both of his and Taeyong’s name pop first on the search chart. Jaehyun doesn’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing and he doesn’t hear anything from Taeyong. He wonders if Taeyong is pissed at him. Thanks to this, Jung Jaehyun could barely get a good sleep as his mind is filled with nothing but Taeyong. 

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From: TY Jaehyunnie loves the most

Time: 7.07 A.M (19/04/2017)

Sunbae, you’re stupid. 

But ok. 

I’m craving for a good steak. I’m not paying tho. 

[svnthsense]

170102 @nct127 instagram captions (by winwin) — a complete compilation

note: only translated his chinese captions. the korean captions might have been translated by staff, as some nuances are lost in translation.

good morning everyone, today’s my - winwin’s - day. there’s a lot of things I want to say, and I will share them with everyone. though my korean isn’t that well-practiced, but things that I don’t know I’ll be sure to ask. I hope everyone will have a great day today, let’s look forward to this great day! 💝💜💙

what does everyone want to do in 2017? let’s each set a goal for ourselves, and work hard towards this goal in the new year! if we work hard, though we might not see it now, but it’ll definitely appear (come true), so say “fighting!” to the present-day you!

I really want to make our comeback and meet everyone, haha. is there anything you want to learn in 2017? I want to learn to drive, to speak korean well, to learn how to cook… lots of things. what do you want to learn the most? 👂

does everyone like my hairstyle for this album? my debut hair was like an ice cream, and this time my hair’s also something I’ve never thought about, seems like once I tie it up I have to sing rock songs. if my hair is like this when we have our comeback, will everyone like it?

I want to ask everyone a question, can you explain it to me? why am I like a chick? and not a kitten, puppy or baby goat? 🐣🐥🐶

from becoming rookies till becoming a member of nct now, I’ve met so many friends along the way, I feel very fortunate. thank you, all of you are my motivation, and for you I will work harder at everything I do, really, thank you so much ✨

I’m reading everyone’s comments carefully, and don’t worry I’ll ask the members if there are things I don’t understand. are there any interesting phrases in korean? in chinese, “萌萌哒” means ‘cute’, so what about in korean?

as long as there’s something I don’t understand, I’ll run and ask jaehyun. I don’t know why, but every time he explains I will understand. isn’t it strange? haha I guess this is because we’re friends! 🤝

I really love it when it snows, every time it snows I feel really happy. the first time it snowed this year too, when I woke up in the morning and opened the curtains and saw a white world outside, I was shouting excitedly like a kid 🌨

I want to treat my parents well, make them happy, though I’m not by their side now, but I’ll take time out of my day and use my phone to talk to my family. if everyone’s free now, why don’t you listen to me and send a text to your parents? ☎️

this is the coldest month, everyone be sure to keep warm, layer up thickly, and work hard on your fitness, because your health is the most important. I hope in the new year everyone will be happy, and don’t get hurt, ok? it’s a promise 🙆‍♂️ 🙆‍♂️

in our past fansigns, everyone asks me what’s my favourite food in korea, and I think each time I said something different. haha, because at that time I liked ‘this’, then after that I thought ‘that’ was good too, so it kept changing haha. if you’re feeling chilly during winter then eat hotpot, it’s pretty good, when I was in china I would always want to eat hotpot when it’s winter time. when the family surrounds the hotpot for a meal, the ambience is really good. 😛✨

I really want to comeback tomorrow, limitless me, limitless you, limitless love, limitless charms, limitless strength, and limitless firetrucks I guess hahaha, what else is there? 🔗😉

I think our team’s haechan, youngho (johnny) are really funny. but there’s someone else who’s pretty funny too, and that’s taeil hyung. when we were staying together in the dorms, he often made me laugh, he’s definitely a weird and kind big brother 😆👍

what’s everyone up to lately? I usually practice in the day, and watch dramas at night. they’re really interesting, and this is what our manager hyung told me: if I want to improve on my korean I can try watching k-dramas, and while watching I became addicted to them! ‘signal’ and ‘goblin’ and really, really, good, does everyone have other recommendations? let me know 🐷

in korea, my favourite place is hangang, I can play basketball with our members, then eat instant ramyeon together, ride bicycles, etc. it’s really fun, I hope we can go there again together when it’s spring 🏀🍜🚴

I’ve always wanted to say this, but never found the chance to. a lot of fans memorise and prepare chinese and japanese (words/phrases) when they come to talk to me or yuta-hyung, (I/we) feel really touched. thank you everyone 🙏

‘almost lover’ ‘lost stars’ are really good, recently I’ll fall asleep while listening to them. ‘bake 2 u’ (t/n: typo - back 2 u) is good too, how many people have recommended this song already before me? so go listen to that!

the sun has already set, has everyone eaten? if you haven’t then hurry up and eat, and if you’re on the way home please be safe, and don’t speak to strangers 

I want to talk about our nct 127 members, I’ve a lot I want to say. sometimes looking at taeyong-hyung who’s very tired, he contributes a lot for the sake of our members, ty hyung fighting, I will try to help you too. mark and haechan are like my real younger brothers, haechan is lively and likes to joke around, he’s our moodmaker. mark, in my opinion, is innocent. and whenever he sets his mind to it, he works really hard for it, they’re both really cute. in the past it’s always me going “taeil-hyung, taeil-hyung wake up”, but now every morning it’s doyoung-hyung waking me up “winwin-ah, quick, go and shower”, it’s weird, haha. yuta-hyung is a charming person, he takes care of me like a big brother, but I’m not sure why he keeps doing aegyo towards me recently, I almost can’t take it anymore, it feels like I’m the hyung! I want to welcome youngho-hyung and doyoung-hyung, 9 people are stronger than 7, and the vibes of nct 127 became even better than before, and in the future it’ll be even better, nct fighting!

this is the last message for today, I felt really happy speaking to everyone, I hope there will be more opportunities in the future to share about my life with everyone, and to be honest I think my korean improved a lot today! we’re facing a brand new year, and I will continue to work hard as always, because everyone’s support and expectations will be my motivation, I hope we can meet soon! 2017 is like I said earlier, set a goal for yourself, and work hard towards it, and let’s cheer each other on! please have a good sleep tonight! and ‘fighting’ for tomorrow! thank you everyone, I love you all very, very much ❤️💛💚💙💜

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