he should not be this hot


Can we just take a moment and just
HOW IS aNyONE allowed to be THIS AttRACtive?!
How can you break someone’s heart just by merely existing?!
just stop.
I’ll die



Namjoon stands in front of you with his hands on his pocket. He seems confident, his plumped lips stretched in a little smile. This challenge amuses him but he already knows how it’s gonna end. He looks at you and waits for you to be completely ready. Then, he leans towards your mouth and lightly brushes your lips with his. After a few pecks, Namjoon begins to play with your mouth, his delicious lips tasting yours. He literally takes you to another world just by kissing you and you try hard to keep your hands on your lower back. Namjoon is slow, his tongue sensually brushing your lips, asking for more access. You give it to him without even thinking how harder it’s gonna be for you to resist him. It’s just too good. He knows exactly how to move his tongue, his lips, he knows exactly how to breath with you, and he knows exactly what drives you crazy. It’s just a fucking game, why is your body so tense ? As Namjoon bites your tongue, you arch your back and struggle not to moan. You’d never thought it will be that hard to keep your hands still. The heat grows between your thighs with every licks of his tongue against yours. The way he looks down at you when you catch your breath just before kissing you again… The way he manages to act impatient and yet teases the fuck out of you… It’s too much. You can’t do it anymore and grabs his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Namjoon smiles against your mouth and immediately grabs your ass with one hand, his other hand on your neck. The kiss gets naughtier than ever and you’re literally craving his touch. Namjoon pushes you against his bed and stares at you while he undo his belt, a cocky smile on his mouth.


He’s excited about this challenge and can’t stop giggling. You stand in front of him and ask him to stop fooling around if he really wants you to do it. Taehyung puts his hands in the back of his head and smiles playfully. He’s ready to play. You put your hands behind your back and kiss him gently. Tae’s tongue quickly finds yours & it became hard to focus. You know your boyfriend is in his « Naughty mode » and it’s gonna be difficult for you to resist. But you can’t lose against him, no way. You bite his lips and pulls it while you stare at Taehyung. He hisses, his hands moving from his head to the air, opening and closing in vain. He begins to swing his body from one foot to the other but you follow his lead and get even more sensual. Tae sighs against your mouth but quickly changes his method : with a playful smile, he begins to leave wet kisses along your jawline, his mouth ending on the crook of your neck. You bite your lips, quietly cursing at him. Taehyung chuckles and kisses your neck before biting it. He sucks your sensitive skin and leaves his mark, then do it again, and again. It kills you every time and you don’t know how you’re still standing, your hands still on your back. However, Taehyung gets lost in it, forgetting the game as his hands slides on your waist to get you closer to his body. He’s licking your ear and biting your lobe, making you moan as you grind against him. Useless to say Tae couldn’t care less about his defeat.


Gosh, this movie sucks. It’s been only 24 minutes and you’re already bored. You look at Jin to see if he’s into it but it seems like he’s not enjoying it at all. You can’t help but laugh at his annoyed face. « What ? » He gently pushes your leg with his knee and you straighten up to face him. « Do you want to play a game ? » Jin raises his eyebrows and whine « Why so sudden ? What about the movie ? » You get closer to him as you reply « What ? Do you really want to see the rest of this stupid movie ? » Jin takes a look at the tv screen and pouts « Ani, this is pure garbage. What’s your game, honey ? » You explain the challenge to him and, as you expected, Jin starts to giggles. It takes you quite a long time to get him into it but when you give him a naughty glance, Jin finally calms down and smirks, waiting for you to kiss him. His hands behind his back, Jin kisses are slow, soft and sweet. But then, he decides to spice it up and starts to tease you. His plumped lips against yours, his hot sighs, his skilled tongue, his impatient way to show you he wants more… You forget everything and get totally turned on. You begin to slowly suck his tongue, moaning quietly without realizing it. Jin whine, his fingers clenching on his knees as he tries hard not to touch you. You press yourself against him, hands almost on his shoulders, growing the kiss hotter and hotter. Jin can’t take it anymore and grabs your waist, pulling you on his lap as your hands slide on his hair. « You lost » you giggle against his mouth before rolling your eyes behind your eyelids as Jin begins to fervently kiss your neck.


You’re watching Hobi stretching before his dance session. Leaned on the floor, head on your hands, you press your thighs together. You don’t know why, but you’ve been thinking about fucking him all damn day. Is it because of the way his forehead is showing today ? Or because of his tiny ripped black pants that show how tempting his thighs are ? Maybe it’s the way he’s staring at you when you’re not looking, his beautiful eyes undressing you without even hiding it… It doesn’t matter. You’re horny anyway. You smile and sing his name before your straighten up to get closer to him. Hoseok smirks, already knowing you got something naughty in mind. You ask him if he wants to play and Hobi nods his head toward the camera « You know I’m recording, right ? » You look at the camera and whisper as you get closer to his face « I don’t mind. » Hoseok chuckles and puts his hands on his pocket, looking confident as fuck. Yes, you know you’re gonna loose, but it’s gonna be fun at least. You put your hands behind your back and lean to kiss him gently. Hobi immediately takes control of the kiss and, his smirk still on his lips, begin to devours you slowly, his body getting closer and closer to yours. The warmth of his body against yours and the way he makes it swing with the music drives you crazy. Hoseok bites your lips and sucks on it before biting it again, then kisses you deeply, his tongue caressing yours and making you moan. It’s way too much for you to handle. You loose by jumping on his arms, your legs around his waist and your arms circling his neck. Hobi grabs your ass and whispers as you both stop kissing to catch your breath « We should turn the camera off… »


Yoongi stands in front of you, his resting bitch face on. You had to beg him to do this challenge so you don’t want to fuck it up by complaining. You get closer and, after putting your hands behind your back, you begin to kiss him softly. Yoongi lets you kiss him without really responding to it, but it’s kinda hot. This kid is a real punk. You smile and bite his lower lip, looking at him playfully. Yoongi snorts and gets a little closer to you, his lips brushing yours. Then, he leans his head on the side and deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding on your lower lip to ask for access. You press yourself against him, his hot breath against your mouth giving you shivers all over your body. As you get really into the kiss, you gasp when Yoongi pushes you against the mattress. He goes on top of you, grinding his crotch between your thighs as his hands firmly goes down from your neck to your core. His mouth against yours, he smirks « Oops… Too bad, I lost… »


You’re on Jimin’s lap, kissing his cheeks while he giggles softly. « Do you want to play a game ? » Jimin smiles and asks you what game you wanna play. You explain it to him and smile when he nods, his eyes already darkening. He leans on his arms behind him and watches you put your hands behind your back. He bites his lips, waiting for you to make the first move. You lean towards him and kiss him teasingly, already eager to devour his plumped lips. You deepen the kiss, the sounds of your mouths and tongues filling the room. It turns you on so much… The sweet sound of his tongue stroking yours, the way his breath gets jerky when you suck his lower lip… Park Jimin is driving you crazy. As you bite his lip, you begin to grind on him without realizing it. You’re just too lost in the kiss, your fingers clenching on your wrists as the kiss grow sloppier. Jimin begins to moan and straighten up, struggling not to put his hands on you. As the kiss transforms into a hot make-out session, you’re getting desperate to touch him. The moment you’re about give up, Jimin looses by slipping his hands on your thighs to finally grip your ass, moving up to your waist. He’s so rough, his hands firmly grabbing you to pull you closer to his body. You moan against his mouth and let him touch you everywhere.


You’re alone in the dorm and it’s the last challenge of the night. You don’t know how it gradually went from innocent and funny challenges to the one you’re about to play, but you can’t loose, no matter what. This little fart won too many times tonight and it’s time to shut his pretty mouth for good. Jungkook stands in front of you, his hands resting on his sides. He still got his stupid smirk on his face and stares at you, wanting to annoy you a little more before the game starts. You get closer to him and put your hands behind your back, your eyes glued on his. Jungkook takes the final step towards you and kisses you. One peck, two pecks, and in a blink of a eye his tongue is driving you crazy. You stand on the tip of your feet and begin to kiss his ear. Jungkook hisses as your tongue works on his earlobe, one of his weak spot. You slightly bite it and moan against his ear, knowing exactly how much it turns him on. When you think you’re gonna win, Jungkook strikes back. He pushes you against the wall without touching you, making you gasp when your back hits the wall. Jungkook puts his hands on the wall, just above your shoulders, and starts to grind on you, kissing you feverishly. You moan against his mouth, his hard member against your core making you hornier than before. You clench your fingers on the wall behind you, struggling against your need to touch him, but Jungkook’s moans against your mouth are enough for you to give up. You grab his shoulders and let him lift you up to bring you to his bedroom.

Ficlet: Make you work up a sweat

I got an anonymous Tumblr prompt a while back for ripped, personal trainer Isak with a buzzcut. I fulfilled the first part of that—hopefully you still like it, anon, wherever you are! <3 <3 I’m soooo sorry I lost your ask, bb, Tumblr just glitched out on me hard. Anyway this is my unfortunate contribution to SKAM Fic Week, Day 3 (alternate first meeting). Other, more talented people have written much better gym fic (I hope they can forgive me), but I still hope you all enjoy! Title from Salt-N-Pepa’s “Shoop.”

Make you work up a sweat [AO3]

Even is deeply, utterly, monumentally screwed.

Also, if Even could actually get deeply, utterly, monumentally screwed by the dude in front of him, preferably into a mattress in the next forty-five seconds, that would be great.

(Or they could do it in the locker room, for convenience’s sake. Sure, it smells like feet and is probably overrun with naked geriatrics, but time is of the essence and Even’s not picky.)

Because this dude just happens to be the single most attractive thing—human, animal, or mineral—that Even’s ever seen in his twenty short years on Earth. If someone asked him why, he’s not even sure he’d be able to point to anything specific. Like, sure, there’s the kind, green eyes; or the delicate, upturned nose; or the sweet rosebud mouth; or the sharp, masculine jawline; or the thick, blond curls; or the glorious fucking abs that Even can just make out with how tantalizingly the dude’s tight shirt is clinging to them.

But it’s the whole package, really, all of it together, that does him in.

Also, he really shouldn’t be thinking about the word “package” right now.

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bts// you wanting a threesome with another member


you had been thinking about it for a long time. you weren’t sure if you should ask jin about it or not because he was kind of vanilla when it came to things like this. but soon, you managed to get some confidence and ask him. he would be a bit surprised at first, not thinking that you would be into that type of stuff. 

“uh yeah sure, but with who?” he asked, his hand settling on your thigh. now, this you had been thinking about for a while. you wanted jin to also be comfortable so you thought about it for a while. 

“namjoon.” you almost whispered, a bit embarrased. you had always found namjoon hot. 

“then namjoon it is jagi.” jin agreed, giving your thigh a squeeze and kissing the side of you head.

Originally posted by fawnave


as soon as the words left your mouth he would be turned on. the thought of sharing you for one night with one of his best friends made his cock twitch and his mind full of new images. he would bit his lip and scan your body with his eyes as he sat down beside you. 

“of course baby. who do you want? i’ll ask them tomorrow at work.” he spoke, his words full with lust.

“hoseok.” you smirked, knowing that he loves the idea. 

“then hoseok is what you’ll get.”

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy


i think he would be unsure if he wanted to do it or not. he would love to pleasure you in a new way but he wouldn’t really like sharing you. you would assure him that you love him and only him, this was only sex to you with the other member. after you saying that he would be on board.

“okay,” he kissed you, “what member?” 

“i was thinking jimin.”

“perfect.” he smirked.

Originally posted by gotjhope

rap monster

you wouldn’t be nervous or embarrassed to ask him for a threesome, knowing that he would love the idea. you and namjoon always wanted to try new things in bed, so this would be good. you would sit down with on the couch and ask him.

he would chuckle, “i like the sound of that jagi.”

“good. i was thinking jin oppa.”

“this will be a fun night, i can promise you that.”

Originally posted by forever-young-got7


you would be anxious to ask him. he wasn’t vanilla but you weren’t sure how he would take sharing you with someone for a night. he was very insecure about losing you to someone else over a threesome. but when you did ask him, you reassured him that you would never leave him for someone else. so, he thought about it for a few moments and agreed to it. he loved the images of you being filled in both holes. 

“okay baby, which member would you like?”

“i was thinking oppa hobi.” 

he would smirk as you said that, loving the idea now, “i’m sure he would love to pleasure baby.”

Originally posted by chimcheroo


you and tae loved sex. you loved trying new things so when this came to your mind you weren’t scared to ask him at all. you waite duntil he got settled down from work and sat down on the couch. yopu sat down on his lap and kissed him deeply before asking him. 

“with who?” he would giggle, kissing your neck. 


“mmh, i can’t wait.”he would groan, his eyes rolling tot he back of his head, already getting hard. 


 sinc eboth of you would be pretty young i think both of oyu wouldn’t really be comfortable with it at first. but when both of oyiu took your time to actually think about it, you both get so damn tunred on, not being able to wait. 

“okay let’s do it, but with who?” he would ask with giant smile.

“maybe taehyung?”

“yeah. that’ll be great.”

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anonymous asked:

30, Submersion in cool water, Bones

“I’m gonna shower,” McCoy says and rolls up to sitting.  The sheet rumples at his waist and provides Spock with a study in contrast between white cotton and the length of his tanned and freckled back.

“Do you always announce your intentions for the morning?” Spock asks.

“You’re mouthy when you’re naked.”

“It is a simple inquiry.”

“Simple,” McCoy repeats in a mutter.  Spock does not bother to pretend he is not watching the play of muscles in McCoy’s thighs as he walks to the bathroom.  “I was going to invite you to join in, but now I’m thinking better of it.”

“Are you planning to declare your aim of eating breakfast and then beginning your scheduled shift?” Spock calls after him but is either ignored or unheard over the rush of water McCoy turns on.

“It is not warm,” Spock says when he has disentangled himself from the bedding and come to stand before the shower stall.  There is no fog clouding the glass, nor clinging to the mirror.

“A good wake-up,” McCoy says.  Rivulets run over the ridge his collarbone to the slope of his pectorals, and down the flat line of his stomach to-

“Perhaps you should consider sleeping more.”

“Didn’t hear an argument from you last night,” McCoy says.

“Showers are supposed to be a pleasant temperature,” Spock says, but is disregarded as McCoy squirts an unnecessary amount of shampoo into his palm.

Spock will shower in his own quarters under the sonics.  He has neither a clean uniform here, nor a toothbrush, and the morning’s… prevarication renders him not precisely late for his duties before his own shift begins, but not early either.

Water streams down McCoy’s raised arms as he rinses his hair, tiny rivulets finding the hollows and dips of muscle.  Spock leans back against the sinks allows himself another moment to contemplate McCoy’s clearly unsound reasoning.

“It’s tradition,” Sulu says, which Spock highly doubts.

“C’mon, it’s fun,” Jim says and skims his shirt over his head.

“It’s a thing that we do,” Nyota says and shrugs, at least apparently aware of the inanity of their plan, even if she clearly is collaborating.

“It is illogical,” Spock says but what he truly means is insane.

“Good for the nervous system,” McCoy says.  His breath puffs white in front of his face.

“You are a doctor,” Spock says.  “Surely you are not intending to jump into a nearly frozen lake on a planet with permanent winter, where the mean temperature is so grossly below what is bearable for humans, let alone sustainable for-“

“-Come with us,” McCoy says and steps out of his boots.  “We’re just dipping in there for a few seconds.”

“There is snow,” Spock says and this should be clear.  Apparent.  Obvious, as it is currently falling from the sky, borne in on a frigid wind.  “And ice.  And furthermore-“

“-Good God it’s cold,” McCoy says and shucks his pants off.

“Precisely,” Spock says, but it does little - nothing - to dissuade the group of them as they sprint for the shoreline.

Humans, Spock thinks.

“If you’re going to just sit there, grab me another one,” McCoy says from the edge of the hot tub he has arranged himself against and Spock frowns when he shakes his beer bottle towards him.

“Drinking alcohol while submerged in heated water leads to dehydration which in turn leads to-”

“-Oh, quit yapping and get in, would you?”  Water seeps through Spock’s pants to his thigh when McCoy lays a wet hand on his leg.  “And if the water’s so warm that I’ll-”

“-It is not warm,” Spock says.  McCoy squeezes his leg.  Jim tips his face up out of the steam that rises around them and mutters Gross.

Drops of water roll down from McCoy hairline, a slow meander down his neck.  Later, Spock will lick at that same trace of tendon and muscle that slopes to his shoulder and taste the faint bite of chlorine.

“When you are suffering the effects of this ill advised evening tomorrow morning, I will remind you of this moment.”

“You two are cute,” Jim says.  McCoy huffs out of a snort of a laugh.  Spock stands to retrieve the requested beer.  His leg is still wet.

The warmth of the sun is agreeable.  Even the beach is enjoyable, with its roll of waves, nearly cloudless sky, and crab-like creatures that skitter in the foam of the surf.

What is not to Spock’s liking, however, is being dripped on.

“The water’s nice,” McCoy says again, and again, Spock refuses to allow himself to be levered up by the grip on his wrist.

“Highly doubtful.”

“You’re burning up sitting here.”

“A gross exaggeration.”

“There’s nothing to do if you’re not going to come swimming.”

“Untrue,” Spock says for it discounts the rather gratifying experience of watching McCoy swim.  “My shirt is now wet.”

McCoy flicks even more water onto him with whisk of his fingers.  Spock grabs his hand.

“Sit with me,” he says.

McCoy sighs, an exaggerated blow of air.  “Fine.”

Sand coats McCoy’s feet and ankles, and drops of water coat the rest of him, dripping down to where the elastic of his swimsuit rests low on his hips.  When Spock leans over, the corner of McCoy’s mouth tastes of the ocean and the tang of sunscreen.

“You’re boring as all hell,” McCoy mutters and angles his chin as if he is not intending to allow Spock to kiss him properly.

“You have made me quite aware, thank you,” Spock says and leans further over until McCoy capitulates with another sigh, kissing him back with salty, sun warmed lips.

“I don’t want to hear it,” McCoy says and holds up a finger that Spock supposes is intended to be threatening.

“Hear what?” Spock says.

“Anything.”  McCoy leans back and shuts his eyes.  Bubbles cling to his chest above the lap of water.  His fingers, where they rest on the sides of the tub, bear wrinkles and prunes in skin that has grown pale from waterlog.

“Activities such as bathing are generally intended to improve one’s disposition,” Spock says.

“Shitty day,” McCoy says.

Spock studies the sight before him.  The poke of a knee through the surface of the water, the curl of damp hair at the nape of McCoy’s neck, the red flush across his chest and throat.

Spock turns on the tap.  For a moment, the tableau remains quiet.  Peaceful.  Then, McCoy yelps.

“Goddammit, are you trying to turn me into a lobster?”

“I am simply raising the temperature to a more tolerable level,” Spock says and removes his shirt.  “Sit up.”

“This isn’t big enough,” McCoy says as if he is not leaning forward in invitation.

“I quite agree,” Spock says and in the slippery negotiation of knees and thighs and “Dammit Spock, I don’t bend like that”, bubbles and water splash to the floor.  He will clean it later.  He pulls McCoy back against his chest.  

“This is remarkably unpleasant,” Spock says into a curved ear and McCoy’s body lurches with his short laugh.  

“It is, isn’t it,” McCoy says and settles back into him.

Spock finds his hand.  “Unbearable.”

BTS Reaction | you burning yourself with hot oil while cooking for them

request: “hi can u make a bts reaction on like how would they react if u got splashed by really hot oil whil cooking dinner for them? lol. whatta dumb thing but im just really curious as to how they would act. luv ur blog 😝”

Kim Seokjin

He opened the door to the kitchen after he heard something in there and saw that you burned yourself. “What happened?” He would come over to you and push the pan off the stove to stop any further hot oil spilling out. He would look into your eyes and ask if you’re ok and if it’s hurting badly. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Ask me for help next time, ok?”

Min Yoongi

He was working while you stood in the kitchen, preparing food for dinner. He heard something falling to the ground and left his work to go see after you. “Everything ok?” He sneaked into the kitchen to find you pressing ice onto your wrist, where the hot oil burned you. “Did you burn yourself?” He would push you hand gently away and press the cold ice onto your wrist while cheeking on it. “We should go see a doctor, dinner can wait.”

Kim Namjoon

He wanted to help you in the first place, but you wanted to surprise him and sent him out of the kitchen. As he heard your scream, he ran over to you. “What happened?” Namjoon saw the burn of the hot oil on your wrist and immediately took your hand and held it under the cold water. “What are you doing baby. I don’t want to you to get hurt. Let me cook the meat next time.”

Jung Hoseok

“Oh my god” would be the fist thing coming out of his mouth after he saw the burn that left the hot oil on your arm. “Is it very painful? We should go let this check” He wouldn’t even let you time to discuss. He would just grab you and the keys and drive to the hospital with you. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to help you in the first place.”

Park Jimin

He would be so worried about you, even if you tell him that it isn’t bad and just a little burn he would constantly asking if it still hurts. “Does the ice help? Are you sure you don’t want to see a doctor?” He would feel sorry for you and blame himself because that incident happened, when you were cooking for him. “Next time, let me cook for you.”

Jeon Jungkook

He was terrified that after he saw that you burned yourself, while cooking dinner for him. “Is it bad? Should we go see a doctor? Are you in pain?” He would be pretty hectic and get some ice to cool the spot before heading to a doctor. He would definitely blame himself for not helping you and be really caring about your injury the next days. “Does it still hurt?”

Kim Taehyung

He saw the incident from the corner of his eyes and immediately turned to you to push you away from the hot pan. “Are you hurt?” He turned your wrist around to see that you burned yourself and went to the fridge to get ice. He pressed the ice to the burned area and would ask you if it’s hurting badly or if you want to see a doctor. “You’re really ok? No doctor needed?”

Kurogane Week Day 4: Fan Service

He was pretty certain he was dying. It should never be this damn hot outside. He opened his water jug and let the chilly water splash down his throat.

They had landed in a world that was mostly made up of rock and strange prickly green plants. After walking for a little while in the blistering heat, they came upon a town. The people there had explained to them that they were in a place called “Arizona”, and that they were just outside a city called “Phoenix”. Anyone who decided to spend their lives living here must want to get lost, die very soon, or both.

Like usual, Syaoran somehow managed to find them lodging that was a few minutes from downtown. That girl Chun’Yan and her mother owned the small house and were more than happy to let them stay there. Since they were still job hunting and only had a small amount of money to their name, Fai had volunteered Kurogane to do some house work and repairs in exchange for rent until they could get back on their feet. He protested at first, but got right to work with only a few grumbles.

But right now, he needed to take a break. Kurogane wasn’t one to usually complain about work, but the heat was already unbearable and it wasn’t even noon yet.

“You couldn’t have sent us to a world in the middle of winter?” he mumbled to himself. Dropping the hammer he was holding, he reached down and peeled his sweat soaked tank top off his torso. That was a little better.

“Kuro-chan!” Fai’s cheerful voice rang from the kitchen window. Kurogane groaned a little. How could his boyfriend be so happy when everything was melting?

“I’m outside,” he called back. Tossing his shirt onto the backs steps, he bent down to get more water.

Fai stepped through the back door and onto the porch with a glass and a pitcher of lemonade in hand. “I figured that my strong, hard working man needed a little-”

The rest of Fai’s sentence died as he glanced up. Standing before him was Kurogane, completely shirtless and sweating, and drinking from the large water jug he had insisted on buying a few days ago. His biceps bulged as he was lifting the jug up to his mouth, and beads of sweat ran slowly down his sculpted abs. Why hadn’t Fai noticed that he had gotten bigger over these past few months. The icing on the cake however was when Kurogane took the jug and proceeded to pour some of the cold water over his head and letting it drip down his body.

God, I want to lick you clean,”  Fai thought while licking his lips subconsciously.

It was at this moment that Kurogane turned around and raised an eyebrow. “Fai?”

“Mm. Huh?”

“You’re spilling the lemonade.”

Fai was so distracted with staring, he hadn’t noticed that the hand holding the pitcher had tipped a little. A steady trickle of lemonade was falling and slipping between the wood of the porch.

“Oh! Oh, shoot!” the mage flailed, his face turning a rosy pink. After somewhat fixing himself, he hastily poured a glass and shoved it against Kurogane’s chest, trying to not look at him in the process. Then he turned and sprinted back into the house with the pitcher.

Kurogane stood there for a second before chuckling to himself and sipping at his lemonade. He was going to have a field day with this later.


Sketch dump realistic style part 1! I needed to practice noses, lips and chins because I had no idea how do they work - I kind of know now


I post them on my twitter first

Jungkook can fuck you better

Jimin | Hoseok | TaehyungYoongi | Namjoon | Jin

170813 The War fansign: Kyungsoo fanaccounts

@Dyobonbon: Kyungsoo says he’s Meokmul’s and Huchu’s older brother TTTTT he’s their older brother because his mom is raising them TTTTTTTTTTT I couldn’t ask him to draw a ring on a finger TTTTT it was so hot outside and I was so flustered 

@luckyoneD12: I told Kyungsoo some of his nicknames are penguin, maltese, and peach and asked which of those three was his favorite. He said peach 😭😭 and drew me a heart that looks like a peach 😭😭❤️

@J21_J88: I asked Kyungsoo what film genres he liked and he replied that he likes movies indiscriminately. I also asked for a film recommendation so he asked me if I’ve watched Dunkirk, that I really should TTTTTTT

@__pocoapoco: Ah Kyungsoo turned the mini fan in front of him to the fans like he was trying to cool us. Even though its breeze didn’t reach at all, his heart was so lovely I got emotional..( ꈨຶ ˙̫̮ ꈨຶ )

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anonymous asked:

as long as we're talking about stiles as hale bait, can i just say that i've always wanted to find an au fic in which stiles finds out that he accidentally has dated/slept with like half the hale family? like he and derek meet and start dating and it's totally love and then derek takes him home and oh shit. there's his first highschool girlfriend who things ended awkwardly with aka cousin malia. who has her mom's last name since her parents never got married.

and then cora comes downstairs and oh hey cora! awesome. they dated for a bit in college but there wasn’t much of a spark so it only last a few months and then they actually became total bros. like he’s still really good friends with her? he probably should have made the connection between hale and hale, but he met cora at berkeley and she doesn’t talk about her family that much so it didn’t occur to him. still this is getting kind of weird? and then there’s “cousin” (packmate) erica who stiles

had a brief friends with benefits kind of thing with last year. no big, right? and then oh shit why does that older guy sitting next to derek’s parents and leering at him look so familiar? or right, he met him at a club one time when he was in between significant other’s and they hooked up in the bathroom. and apparently he’s the father of his first girlfriend. awwwkward. stiles has never felt so uncomfortable and confused in his life. why is this happening to him?

what is up with this family and him? is he some kind of hale-sexual or something? he’d been operating under the assumption that he was bi, but apparently all the people he’s ever been attracted to are part of this family. derek meanwhile has wrapped himself jealously around stiles and is glaring at everyone is his family including his parents (who honestly do not have any designs on their son’s boyfriend) and laura. who has not stopped laughing since they figured out what was going on.

I need to read a long fic on this! 

Because at first Stiles is like, “Derek, are you punking me?” 

And Derek is all, “What?” 

“Are you punking me?” Stiles eyes grow wide. “Oh my god. Is this an intervention? Do I do something weird in bed and you all got together to tell me to stop it?” 

“Do you do something weird in bed.” It’s not even a question. Derek has no idea what the fuck is going on at this point. 

“Derek! These people are not your family.” 

“They are,” Derek says. 

“Oh. My. God.” Stiles is three shades paler than usual. “Derek, I have slept with all of these people.” 

“What?” It’s Derek’s turn to go pale. 

Stiles points them all out. “Malia, hi, haven’t see you since high school. Nice blonde girl from the bakery whose name escapes me now and I am so, so sorry, hello.” He swallows and his throat clicks. “Hot older dude from the club.” 

“Peter,” the man says, extending his hand. He flashes a wicked smile. “Peter Hale. I’m Malia’s father.” 

Stiles squeaks. 

Derek bats his hand away and growls. 

“Um, Cora, yep, really should have put that together, I guess,” Stiles says, raking his fingers through his hair. “Um, Isaac, right? From my political science class last year. And…” His jaw drops when Laura grins at him. 

“Laura lives in New York,” Derek growls. “She literally lives in New York.” 

“Second stall in the Terminal Three bathroom at LAX, right?” Laura asks, and gives Stiles the finger guns. 

“Oh god,” Stiles says. 

All in all, it’s one of Derek’s most interesting family dinners. Alan Deaton thinks it has something to do with their wolves being drawn to Stiles, in knowing that he’d be a good fit for the pack. Stiles is mortified, but Derek’s surprisingly okay with it. 

He’s just glad that when his parents finally made it downstairs that Stiles didn’t recognise them too… 

He takes quite a lot of comfort in that, actually. 

[translations] 2017.08.16 NCT DREAM “We Young” Showcase fan accounts

*Might contain spoilers*

1. Seating arrangement: Mark Renjun Jeno Jisung Chenle Haechan Doyoung [6Hzt_]
Roommate arrangement: Renjun x Jeno, Chenle x Jisung. Mark (rooming with Doyoung) and Haechan (rooming with Jaehyun) are in NCT 127 dorm.

2. Due to pronunciation Renjun and Chenle were the guides for the recording of the Chinese version of We Young. Haechan said it was tough, so Renjun and Chenle had to do a demo for it too for everyone to listen to.
However, during the recording Chenle forgot the lyrics, and he asked Mark if he knows the lyrics hahahahahahaha
Mark: Chenle suddenly asked me about the lyrics and I found it so funny [leleezzang | 99m0ng802]

3. Mark and Jisung watches Muk-bang (eating shows) together [99m0ng802]

4. Haechan: The MV shoot took us 2 days. At the last part we just had to do a group dance and it would be done. We made a bet and said that the person who does it wrong have to buy fried chicken for everyone. While I was thinking ah I made a mistake, Renjun danced it wrongly too, and he was honest about it.
Renjun bought 4 sets of fried chicken 2 days later, but there were 2 chickens left.
Renjun: While eating I felt that it was too much
Haechan: But we agreed that it was supposed to be 6 chickens (one for each person?), buy 2 more next time.
Doyoung: Why are you guys so greedy. [99m0ng802]

5. Jeno says his favorite song is My Page. The genre is Deep House. The song describes a worry they recently have. Their concerns and worries were written in the lyrics. Mark participated in the writing of the lyrics for this song too.
A concern Jeno recently has: Jisung is growing so tall and he starts wondering to himself then will he (Jeno) grow [99m0ng802]

6. Doyoung: I have not seen the MV yet~
Haechan: I watched it
Jeno: I watched it too
Doyoung: Oh. What. When did you guys watch it [99m0ng802]

7. Mark: I want to boast about the album. Our title song “We Young” is something that we can portray well.
Doyoung: So I can’t do it?
Haechan: (English) You Old~ [99m0ng802]

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Part 1:

After spending months piloting Blue. Lance had become used to the slight chill that would fill her cockpit from time to time.
He had asked Coran about it once and he had explained that the Lions sometimes gain comfort by surrounding themselves in their element.
Coran then went into a long story about how Green would occasionally sprout flowers in her cockpit.
So after Red claimed Lance as her paladin and he found her cockpit uncomfortably hot one day while on his way to a mission, Lance didn’t think anything of it.

“Ok team let’s go over the plan one last time” Shiro said over the coms.
“Hunk, Pidge and Allura will be checking their assigned planets for possible alliances. While Keith and Lance collect minerals.”
“Relax Shiro you sound like a worried soccer mom sending her kids to their first day of school,” Lance laughed as he tugged at his collar. He understood that Red liked to heat up and all, but man he was starting to feel dizzy.
“More like a worried space dad” Hunk sniggered.
“Or space grandpa when you think about his hair.” Pidge added.
“Ok that’s enough.” Shiro cut in a note of irritation to his voice before he sighed.
“I mean it be careful, the planet you two are going to has heavy storm clouds meaning if you get in trouble we can’t get to you.”
“We will Shiro.” Keith said as the planet came into view.

Getting through the clouds was easier said then done.
It was bumpy and jerky all the way down.
By time they reached the ground Lance felt sick from all the movement and couldn’t help but pity Hunk for having to put up with motion sickness at the Garrison.
He stood up and took exactly two steps before his knees buckled beneath him.
“Jeez Red… guess the beats really getting to me.” Lance mumbled as he steadied himself against the wall and slowly made his way out into what he hoped was the cool air.
However he was out of luck.
The planet was like a desert. A flat plains of dark grey sand.
Lance would of joked it was like they were on the moon, if he wasn’t sweating to death in his suite.
“What took you so long?” Keith asked standing by Black with his helmet on his hip looking around impatiently.
Lance shrugged “aww what’s wrong? Worried about me?”
Keith rolled his eyes. “Let’s just get on with it.”
With that he was leading the way across the uneven ground like they weren’t walking through an oven.

After about an hour Lance was getting worried.
Keith wasn’t sweating.
Hell he didn’t even look to be hot.
He knew he had lived in a shack in the desert for like a year and all but still…
Lance had grown up in a hot country and his head was pounding behind his eyes with every step.
Not sweating could only mean one thing.
Heat stroke.
“H-hey Keith maybe you should sit down for a moment? Take a little break?”
Keith didn’t even look over his shoulder “no way, Lotor is still out there. We can’t waist time just sitting around because your sick of walking.”
Lance groaned, that’s what he gets for trying to be nice. “Fine but have something to drink atleast.”
This time Keith didn’t argue and instead took his flask from his belt and took a long drink.
Lance found himself staring at the water glistening on Keith’s lips.
He hadn’t realised his throats was painfully dry until that moment.
Lance fumbled with his belt trying to get his flask free.
However his hands felt heavy and like they weren’t quiet listening to his brain.
He dropped the metal flask to the ground and as he leaned down to pick it up the world suddenly seemed to tilt upwards.
The next thing Lance realises is that he’s lying on the ground and Keith is running towards him with a terrified expression on his face.