god damn you are beautiful

That is unequivocally one of the best songs I’ve heard in an incredibly long time. You can tell its influences but it’s Harry, but it’s not a ripoff of those. It’s perfect and beautiful and I love it. And it’s fucking perfect and beautiful and moving. God damn it Harry Styles you did it and I’m so proud of you.

Eye Contact (M.)

Originally posted by rapgodv

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.7k

Description: Your boyfriend Jungkook was still a virgin, until one night both of you got heated up and it turned out a lot better than you ever expected.

Info: This is my first smut ever posted. I tried to make slightly sub!jk but my heart can’t lmao. Still I hope you enjoy it and please leave any feedback! And sorry if my english isn’t always correct, it’s not my first language. Enjoy y’all <3

Parts: 1 | 2 

You were laying on your bed, watching TV and getting more and more bored. Jungkook has been in the shower for only 3 minutes but it seemed like a whole hour. You just needed to do something exciting, to try something new and to spice yourself up a bit. Especially your sex life. Even though you and Jungkook were together for almost a year now, you still haven’t had sex. And that’s because he’s a virgin. Of course you respected him wanting to wait and you don’t want to rush into it if he’s still not ready. You love him, he loves you and that’s basically everything that matters. But every time he was lying next to you, kissing you, touching you or even just looking at you, you would immediately feel yourself heating up. “Why are you blushing again, honey?” he would always ask laughingly, finding it cute actually. You shook your head every time, even though you wanted to moan into his ear and tell him how much you wanted, no, how much you needed him. He is so adorable, sexy, hot and incredibly beautiful. You still couldn’t believe you got yourself a boyfriend like him. You know you’re hot yourself too, but still. You were such a lucky girl. Sometimes you entered the bathroom “by accident” when he was showering, so you could get a little sneak peak of his manly body. God damn, when you saw those shoulders the last time, you could’ve just cum right there by only looking at it. And those thighs…

“Y/N? W-what are you doing?” you heard a serious voice saying. 

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Read It Wednesday

Week 15! I’m finally starting to catch up on series, so hopefully you’ll start seeing your own in here! Note that drabbles are no longer included due to the length of the recs. I hope y’all enjoy this weeks compilation. 

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anonymous asked:

I found this and thought it would be funny for mckirk: Person A *unbuttoning shirt* : god it’s so hot in here ; Person B : I know that but why are you unbuttoning my shirt ?

  • Over the years, Leonard feels comfortable enough around Jim to flirt with him freely. It’s something Jim initiated, but now something Leonard happily reciprocates. It’s just flirting, after all. It’s fun, it’s safe, and it’s just their thing. Nothing actually happens, no matter how ridiculously cheesy their flirting gets.
  • “Hey stranger,” Jim says, resting his hand on Leonard’s shoulder as he slips down on the bar stool next to Bones, “what’s a place like you doing in a guy like this?” “That’s not even creative,” Bones replies, and Jim laughs. He refills their drinks, smile easy on his face. Leonard listens to Jim talk about his day, a smile to match Jim’s, until the other stops talking and says; “what?” “Oh, I’m sorry,” Leonard says, “I’m trying to listen, but I’m getting lost in your eyes.” Jim opens his mouth to protest, though he’s pleasantly flustered for a few seconds. “You’re just as bad as I am,” he says eventually, and Leonard laughs, too.
  • “If I were a cat I’d spend all my 9 lives with you.” “Please don’t,” Bones says, “because I’m allergic.” They’re sitting in Bones’ quarters. Bones has been reading his PADD quietly, while Jim’s nestled against him doing the same thing, just far less productive. “I’m in the mood for a pizza… a pizza you.” “Shut the fuck up,” Bones laughs, “not only is that terrible, you’re just reminding me of the fact that we don’t have pizzas here.” “York Town next month,” Jim says, “I’ll take you out for real pizza.” “Deal,” Bones says, probably a bit too quickly, “what are you doing on your PADD, anyway?” “I’m reading up cheesy pickup lines.” Bones huffs at that, turning back to his own PADD. “My doctor says I’m lacking Vitamin U,” Jim continues. “I’m your doctor, and the only thing you’re lacking is Vitamin D.” “Oh, you have no idea,” Jim says, turning to Bones with a small smile, just to throw the other off guard a little.
  • “Are you thirsty?” “Thirsty for you.”
  • “I need directions-” “Ask Sulu or Chekov.” “- Bones, can you not? I need directions to your heart.” “Lame.”
  • “There’s only one thing I would change about you, and that’s your last name.” “Really? Because I’d change lots of things about you,” Bones replies to that, “for one, you’re annoyingly stubborn.” “Bones.” “You think before you act, to the point it’s incredibly frustrating.” “Bones, please.” “You have no consideration for the Prime Directive whatsoever-” “Bones, you’re ruining the mood.“ "You purposely avoid my medical appointments. All the god damn time.” “I get it, I get it-” “You’re also so god damn beautiful you give the sun a run for its money.” Jim opens his mouth, though processes Bones’ words, and just gives him a smug smile instead. “Smooth, Bones. I’ll give you that one.”
  • He’s been working together with Uhura almost all day, and Leonard is exhausted. Uhura’s trying to translate the speech of the weird alien they picked up while Bones monitors its vitals carefully. “So how are you and Jim, huh?” Uhura asks. “Good?” Bones replies to that, “I mean, I can’t complain.” “No, I bet. Jim’s passionate in everything he does,” Uhura agrees, and Bones smiles lightly at that. “Annoyingly so.” “I’m glad, though,” Uhura says, “I haven’t seen you this happy in, well, ever.” “Thanks?” Bones says, though he’s not quite sure what that’s supposed to mean. They work together for another while, quietly so, though then Bones needs to get something off his chest after all. “Sometimes I feel like we’re an actual couple, you know?” He says, carefully so, and Uhura narrows her eyes. “Wait. What do you mean, you’re not together?”
  • They’ve spent the last couple hours in Bones’ quarters, with their usual light banter, strong drinks, and a little flirting. Though something feels different this time. Jim touches him more than usual, or Bones is just more aware of it now. He feels that hand on his shoulder even after it has left. He feels those eyes on him even when Bones is focused on his PADD. He just feels super aware of Jim’s words and his presence, and he’s not sure how to deal with this anymore. “Hey,” Jim says, and he’s suddenly really fucking close, “is it just me, or is it super hot in here?” “No, you’re right,” Bones says, watching Jim’s arm move downwards as he pulls the zipper at the back of his uniform, “but why are you pulling down the zipper of my uniform?” “Because,” Jim says, “it can always be a little hotter.” He laughs at his own joke, and Bones smiles fondly, though then finds himself leaning in closer. Actually kissing Jim is the weirdest sensation, especially because Jim kisses him back so eagerly, his hand still on Bones’ back, though sliding down to pull his shirt over Bones’ head and remove it entirely.
  • Leonard finds himself both at peace and somehow twice as conflicted afterwards. He doesn’t want to move, because Jim’s body is warm and comfortable against his own, and he doesn’t want morning to come. At the same time, though, he can’t rest easy knowing their whole friendship can’t be the same again, and that alone is enough to keep him awake. "What’s the matter?” Jim asks so suddenly, it nearly startles Bones. “Nothing.” “Don’t bullshit me, you’ve got your stiff pondering shoulders,” Jim replies to that. “Okay,” Bones says, turning to face Jim properly, “I can’t do casual.” “What?” “Casual sex.” “Okay?” Jim replies, frowning a little, “what makes you think I can?” “I know you can,” Bones says, “I’ve picked you up from numerous locations across campus during the Academy.” “Touche,” Jim says, “I mean, with you. I don’t think I could do casual with you. Plus, Uhura told me about your conversation with her and I figured if I ever needed any confirmation about how desperately in love with me you are, that was it.” Bones laughs at that, a hand running down over Jim’s naked back. “I’m liking you a little less already,” Bones replies, and Jim smiles. “No, you don’t.” 
  • It’s probably minutes later when both of them are nearly asleep (Jim’s definitely asleep), when Bones’ fingers gently trace down Jim’s spine. “No, I don’t.” 

Request: Could you please Negan x wife reader, she gives birth to triplets (two of them are boys and one is a girl)but there are some complications and she passes out from blood loss and the baby girl wasn’t breathing but everyone lives and a super fluffy ending with a super protective Negan over his babies especially the baby girl. - Anon

Pairings: Negan x Reader

Warnings: angst. near death of a newborn. you might die from fluff overload, be warned.

Lounging on the black leather couch in Negan’s bedroom, you groaned in pain. Your pregnant belly was protruding so much that you could barely see your feet. Carrying three children was definitely putting a strain on your entire body. It hurt especially when they took turns kicking. Through the pain, you couldn’t help but take moments throughout the day to stare down and smile.

There was no ultrasound machine in the Sanctuary, so that became an immediate disadvantage. However, when you found out your were pregnant, you went straight to Dr. Carson. It was a marvelous day when he revealed to you that he was able to hear three heartbeats. You had never seen Negan cry before, but he shed a few tears once you told him. You were nervous, but you couldn’t wait until the day you could hold all three of your beautiful babies.

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anonymous asked:

What if MC had a younger, maybe hotter, sister that tried to flirt and seduce everyone in RFA + V and Saeran?

Jesus Christ DO I HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH THIS *well she was like one of my best friends and jesus pent up aggression gonna be on this post LOL 

MOD Saeran happily serving you :) 

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paper airplanes - part two

Phil didn’t mean for it to be creepy. He honestly wasn’t trying to be. But he had to admit, taking pictures of your neighbor while they sit on their balcony and cry is a little bit weird.

Phil’s excuse was he was too beautiful to resist.

Dan’s hair was messy tonight, falling in curls over his pale face. He was reading, a paperback book balanced in his lap that Phil couldn’t quite see close enough to read the title without binoculars, and he wasn’t at that point yet.

His eyes were red and his cheeks slightly tinted, he had clearly been crying. Phil watched as a tear streamed down the boy’s cheek, his lip trembling slightly. The book seemed to be like an emotional barrier, a dam to keep the tears back and distract him, but it didn’t seem to be working.

He was gorgeous.

Phil aimed his camera just right, tilting to the perfect angle and snapping a picture. He waited as it slowly edged out of the side of the camera, carefully pulling it out and fanning it in his hand.

He placed it down on his bed, watching as it slowly began to come into focus. When it was fully done appearing, Phil admired it. It really was a good picture, but because of Dan, not his photography skills.

Phil set it down again, moving to his desk and grabbing his green leather notebook. He turned to the middle of it, past his doodles and pointless scribbles.

He pulled a strip of tape from his dispenser, biting it and tearing it away. Quickly, he taped the corners of the picture to the notebook page, leaving space for writing.

In the margin below the glossy photo, in slightly messy handwriting, Phil scribbled: Dan Howell, the sophomore boy who I’m insanely in love with.

Phil frowned, reading what he had written and leaning in to add: being aesthetically pleasing on his balcony, and the date.

He probably should have thought about how bad of an idea this was, but he liked labels. He liked to name and give things description, for when he looked back later. He had done it to almost all of his books on the large shelf in the corner of his room, scribbled tiny notes about them on post-it notes and sticky tape. It looked messy, but it was just how he liked it.

Phil sighed, running his fingers through his hair and glancing back out his window. Dan was gone, leaving nothing but an empty chair and his book behind. Damn it.

Phil wondered where he went, what his room was like. He began to cringe at his own thoughts before realizing that wasn’t the creepiest thing he had thought about the boy. He often wondered what Dan felt like, how soft his skin was. What he tasted like, smelled like. Of course, Phil would probably never get close enough to tell. He got too nervous around him to even talk to him.

Phil fell back on his bed, grunting quietly, shaking his head to himself and wondering for not the first time how he had allowed himself to fall in love with a boy a year younger than him.


Dan wasn’t paying attention in French class.

It was the only class they had together, and Phil couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to the back of his head and jumper.

His sweater was black today, surprise surprise, but if you looked closely you could see tiny stars embroidered into the fabric. Phil was good at looking close, seeing more than the bigger picture. And Dan seemed like exactly the kind of person you had to look closely to see.

Distractedly Phil picked up his pencil, tapping it on the desk before beginning to write. After a moment he realized he was writing notes.

‘Hey, I’m Phil, I sit behind you two seats and one to the left. Wanna do something sometime?’

No, too stalker-y.

‘Hi I just wanted to tell you that you look absolutely gorgeous in that light and I’m literally in love with every part of you????’

Hell no.

'God damn it Howell I wanna eAT YOUR STUPID BEAUTIFUL FACE MM’

Phil finished the last sentence with a slightly aggressive flourish, and then shook his head, laughing and crumpling the paper in his hand.

“Mr. Lester?” The teacher called out from the front, raising an eyebrow and smiling slightly evilly. “Would you mind telling me why you aren’t paying attention?”

He swallowed heavily, his eyes widening as he felt everyone turn to look at him. Phil was usually pretty confident, but no one likes getting called out in a class.

“Er, s-sorry Mrs. Ashby. Won’t happen again?” Phil muttered under his breath, the last part coming out like a question.

“Well let’s make sure of that,” she replied smartly, striding to my desk. Oh god.

She curtly snatched the paper from his hand, smiling tightly. “I’ll take this.”

She took her time unfolding it and Phil cringed, preparing to get in trouble, or at least shamed in front of the class. She wouldn’t be cruel enough to read it out loud, would she?

Phil watched her face as her eyes flitted across the paper, and he swore that he saw them widen, her lips curving slightly upwards in a smile. She glanced at Phil, and then casually looked around the room, her eyes landing on Dan, who looked rather confused, for a split second longer than the others before going back to Phil.

She dropped the paper on his desk, clearing her throat.

“Don’t do it again,” she said quietly, and Phil swore to god she winked.

As soon as she was back at the front of the classroom all of the other students turned their attention back to her, and Phil let out a breath he had been holding in. Then he heard a sound.

He looked up, stunned. Dan Howell was snickering, almost giggling at him. He snorted, smirking and covering his mouth with his sleeve, and looked up. They met eyes, and Phil swore he felt a shock run through his entire body.

And that moment made everything that led up to it worth it.

silk sheets and diamonds (nathaniel archibald drabble)

this is my first ever ‘Gossip Girl’ fic!!! I’m excited. it’s also longer than most drabbles lol oops? i’m sorry, chace crawford is just so fucking hot. also another late addition to my Valentine’s Day drabbles.

(remember that no gifs are mine!!! and pls listen to the song while you read this, it’s linked right below)

that’s what i like ft. Nathaniel Archibald

Originally posted by thechacecrawfordworld

It was Blair’s 21st birthday party and you and Nathaniel were having a little too much fun. You both got a little too drunk on strawberry champagne and spent the night together at your condo in Manhattan.

You wake up, a little confused as your mind recalls the night before. A frenzy of silk white sheets and a fake fireplace run through your head. You look down at your bed and spot Nathan. Nathaniel Archibald. You pani as soon as you realize what happened last night and what could happen if anyone else found out.

“Nathaniel wake up,” you wrapped a sheet around yourself and nudge his shoulder repeatedly as you look for your clothes. “What the fuck happened last night?”

“We had sex,” Nathaniel groans and stretches, the comforter barely covering him from the waist down. His deep, raspy morning voice almost made you drop the sheet wrapped around you. Almost.

“I can see that,” you look anywhere but right at him as his eyes rake up and down your body. “I’m literally wrapped in a fucking bedspread. What are you eyeing?”

“I wrecked you over and over and over again last night,” he bites his bottom lip and grabs a hold of your wrist. “You look so fucking beautiful, god damn.”

“Please don’t,” you whisper and tug your hand away from his.

“What?” He sits up, perfect brows furrowed over his gorgeous blue eyes. A strand of his hair fell across his forehead and it takes every ounce of your willpower to not brush it back.

“Do you remember what happened when you and Serena had sex? Do you remember the fall-out between her and Blair?” You bite your bottom lip and look up at him. “It seems like getting drunk at Blair’s parties and having sex with a best friend of hers is your favorite pastime.”

“Don’t do that,” Nathaniel sits up and shakes his head. “Don’t fucking do that, Y/N.”

“What? Am I wrong?” You look over to him, not expecting the amount of passion and anger residing in his eyes.

“Yes, you’re fucking wrong. I’ve been waiting for this for years. I don’t think you understand just how badly I want you,” he glares at you, turning the other way as he looks for his clothes.

“Nathaniel…” you whisper his name, not sure what to say next.

“Look, I get it. You didn’t want this and you’re scared it’ll ruin your friendship with Blair and Serena. You regret it,” he whispers that last part, the pain in his voice clear. “I won’t tell anyone anything.”

“You think I regretted last night?” You whisper and Nathan’s head immediately turns to face you. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since before you and Blair started dating. I’ve thought about the mind-blowing sex we could have, I’ve thought about how you’d sound the morning after. Trust me, I don’t regret spending the fucking night with you.”

“L-look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you it’s just–”

“I know. I didn’t handle things as well as I could have. I woke you up while I was panicking over what could go wrong,” you chuckle and he smiles softly at you.

God you love his fucking smile. You reach your hand over and gently brush the stray hairs out of his face. The smile on his face grows and you cup his face, gently rubbing your thumb across his jaw as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You bite your bottom lip and drop the sheet that was wrapped tightly around you. You push it off and scoot closer to Nathaniel.

“Hey, Nathan?” You whisper, your breath fanning across his lips as his eyes shoot open. They grow wide as he takes in every inch of your naked form: from the moles on your shoulders to the tiger stripes along your sides. His hands wrap around your waist and he lets out a low groan.

“God you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers, growing more aroused by each passing second.

“Care to try this out sober?” You lay soft kisses against his jaw and he sighs loudly, his grip tightening around your waist.

“I’d love nothing more,” he smirks, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your neck. “We can try wrecking my beach house next? There’s a real fireplace there.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait,” you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug. “This is only between us. No one else can know.”

“No one else will know, I swear I–”

“And you can’t see anyone else while this is going on,” you lick a stripe from the base of his throat past his Adam’s apple stopping once you reach his bottom lip.

“That’s what I like to fucking hear,” he growls and breaks out of your grip, flipping you around so that he’s on top. He pins your hands over your head and smirks, grabbing a bottle of champagne from the side of the bed. “Ready to have some fun?”