he's got such a pretty eyes

anonymous asked:

Bucky kiss cam


Originally posted by ohhseby

You screamed, jumping up and down as your team scored another touchdown. You were so into the game as Bucky just laughed at you. You kept grabbing at his shirt and arms every time you got excited about a play but he was definitely more interested in watching you than the game. 

The stadium, the crowds, the drunk people, the children, the heat, it was all a lot for him but he was doing it for you. You had been talking for months about wanting to go to this game. Natasha was supposed to come with you but she had to leave last minute to go on a mission and Bucky didn’t want you to have to go alone so when you asked him, he caved pretty quickly. Those cute sad little eyes of yours were just too irresistible for him to say no to you, ever.

You sat down, taking a sip of your beer while the teams took a commercial timeout when the voice came on overhead announcing the kiss cam going live. When you looked up at the screen you saw that it was pointed at you and Bucky. His face was beet red as he looked back and forth between you and the camera.

You giggled before reaching your hand behind his head and pulling him in for a kiss. ‘Oohs’ and ‘Ahs’ filled the air around you guys as you pulled away. Bucky’s eyes fluttered open as he stared at you bewildered.

You scrunched your nose at him, a huge smile still plastered on your face. “It was the least I could do.”


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Chapter Nine!

Her curls are soft and shiny, her lips tinted a deep pink. He’d had a selection of clothes bought for her, and she’s mostly stuck to the more casual offerings - jeans, loose fitting tops, flat boots. But now she’s got heels on, a dress in a stunning shade of blue hugging her body. “What’s the occasion, sweetheart?” he asks, letting his eyes linger on her legs.

Caroline’s eyes narrow, a playful warning, as she shakes her hair back. “Clothes are armor. Tristan and Aurora were big on the idea that appearance is everything. There was a dress code for freaking breakfast. Aurora’s been in the same outfit for days and has no access to running water or soap. She’s got to be getting pretty gross and it must be driving her nuts. Well, nuttier.”

Ah, this was a mind game. A presentation of strength to drive home an enemies’ weakness. Klaus supposed he could appreciate that. He offers Caroline his arm, nods to the door that leads to the basement, “Shall we?”

“I’m going alone,” Caroline tells him firmly, chin lifting like she’s preparing to argue about it.

A reasonable assumption. Caroline had told him some of what she’d done for Tristan, some of the training he’d had her put through. She might be more equipped than ever to hold her own but Aurora’s age, her strength and speed, meant it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. “No,” Klaus denies.

Caroline doesn’t deflate. If anything, her posture firms. “I’m not asking for permission here.”

Kiss and Tell

by potionsmaster with @bardofheartdive

Rating: M.  M/F, M/M, M/F/M pairings

A/N:  late entry for Mass Effect Poly Week! (it’s still 5/27 somewhere, right?  Yeah…)  A bit of explanation: my Renegade Shepard Mark is married to Bard’s Paragon Shepard Veerla, and they decided later to bring Kaidan in as their third.  Paging @daravakarian

Summary: Mark thinks about first kisses

The first time he kissed Veerla, he didn’t think anything of it.  A couple of beers in, nothing that would make him make bad decisions, because biotic metabolism and all, but it was just a fluke in the booth of a burger joint.  Pretty girl, prettier eyes, and a ridiculous story of how he got stitches on his hairline.  Nothing but a good laugh to be had with him and his friends.  Her lips were soft, he decided, like they were minutes before on his cheek (and presumably on his scalp, but he wouldn’t know that because it was still numb from getting goddamn sutures) and her jaw fit very nicely in the palm of his hand as he cupped her face.  A gentle press of their lips, letting her take the lead, and he pulled back with a little grin; she was so confident.  He tilted his head to hers again, interested to see how far she would take it, and she immediately opened for him, leaning into his hand.  He brushed his thumb lightly across her cheekbone and listened to her breath hitch in her chest.  When they broke apart a few minutes later, she looked eager and almost feverish, what with her eyes bright, lips flushed and slightly swollen.

 What he wasn’t expecting (and didn’t know not expecting things was going to be the norm with her), was after they stopped kissing and talked a bit longer, she actually agreed to come home with him.  Ok by him; it was a continuation of a bit of fun.  No strings attached.

Boy, did he never expect that last bit to be so very wrong.


The first time he kissed Kaidan, he wasn’t quite sure it was a kiss at all.  He was so exhausted, he thought he imagined it: just a tentative brush of lips against his, Kaidan’s palm on his cheek instead of his usual habit of his on his partner’s.  He had already notified Vee (per their rules) that he had found a companion for the night, and now that the moment had arrived, he was a bit shocked at how it all came about, if truth be told.  If anybody had told him a few years ago that his shy, straight-edge staff louie and best friend on the SR-1 would turn out to be a recently realized bisexual who wasn’t as opposed to breaking regs as previously thought (and who also happened to outrank him…Sir, yes sir…) and was going to have an agreed upon one-night stand with him, he would have laughed in their face and told them to get the fuck out.  He amended his thoughts quickly; that over-simplified things and it was a disservice to man who had put his trust and faith in him time and again, on the battlefield, in personal revelations, and now in the bedroom.  It was significant, Kaidan’s trust.  All that they’d been through and were about to do, there was no question in his mind (if you asked the major. And he did.  Several times.  One could never be too careful.)  Hard earned, hard lost, hard fought to get back.

Kaidan swallowed and paused, uncertain.  It was almost cute, a word Mark didn’t use to describe much of anything.  Besides Veerla, of course.  Her positively swimming in one of his old t-shirts, the way she wrinkled her nose in disgust at certain things, how messy her braid got…yep.  Cute as a hellacious button, that was his adoring wife.  He didn’t know what deity or pantheon needed exaltation when she agreed to an open marriage with him, but they deserved every bit of it.

He smiled against the other man’s lips before gently pressing them together again, tip of his tongue lightly flicking against Kaidan’s mouth to ask for entrance.  Kaidan complied with a startled little gasp and Mark pushed the initiative (for lack of a better term in his head.  Damn, they’d been on tour too damn long if he couldn’t even separate work from pleasure while it was happening anymore…), putting his hands on Kaidan’s shoulders and leaning forward so their chests touched and Kaidan was forced backwards against the couch seat.  It was amusing, he surmised as their hips rolled against each other and they found a rhythm; at 6’4, he rarely was the one who straddled anybody else.  

It seemed Kaidan had a way of being unexpected, too.


The first time the three of them kissed, he half expected it to blow up in his face and that would be that.  He was happily proven wrong.  Kaidan was almost tucked under his left arm, Vee crawling into his lap and subsequently pushing the other man against his chest and him further into the corner of the couch.  Not that he minded; he didn’t like hearing the details secondhand about her ‘excursions’ without him, but he appreciated watching her pursue what she wanted before he got too heavily involved in it himself.  He kissed the nape of Kaidan’s neck and smiled to himself as he saw goosebumps sprinkle across his bare skin before licking a path up the graceful line and nibbling on his earlobe.  Feeling him arch against him while matching Veerla’s motion was intoxicating.

It was an unspoken agreement between himself and Veerla that Kaidan be between them for this, wanting to show him they both were invested in Kaidan and wanted to be with him, no questions.  Kaidan was nervous, understandably so, but taking it all in stride.  Ever the consummate soldier; put him in an unknown situation and he would find a way to come out on top.  Mark exhaled slowly as Vee pushed Kaidan back against his chest and practically lay in the other man’s lap, kissing him long and deep.  They broke the kiss off, slightly breathless and Kaidan looked at Mark.  He flicked his gaze briefly to Mark’s lips a moment, tongue briefly touched to his own upper lip to moisten it.  Mark couldn’t resist such an invitation as that.  

He slid his fingers along Kaidan’s jaw and into the soft, dark hair as they kissed, gentle and almost chaste at first before it grew into something more.  He slid a hand up Veerla’s arm while she kissed along Kaidan’s pulse.  The man in his lap shivered and arched against him, letting out a soft moan.   Veerla grabbed Mark’s hand and squeezed, moving off Kaidan for a moment and nuzzling her husband’s cheek.   

No doubt about it.  The life they had was definitely one Mark had not expected at all.



50등 but #1 in my heart ❤️

fent’s lee junwoo; 184cm cutie born on 18 october 1998 (20 y/o this year, korean age), makes this face (◠‿◠✿) when he smiles, has a cute lil’ boi dongsaeng, graduated from hanlim (also twice’s dahyun classmate), knows some english (according to his ask.fm), solo representative from a smol company, has 6 fansites, from f team to c team’s centre, pretty dance moves, mcdonald’s jingle, “aigoo-”, had too much time left on meringue time, got disgusted by chicken feet in hidden box mission, does mouth stretching exercises before doing eye contact challenge (his eye contact lasted 57 seconds + i noticed that his eyes are uneven? haha), chris brown’s kiss kiss, “last night i saw you” (mr met you that night), “tatata”, minki’s toothbrush, 꽃받침 (idk how to translate it to english sorry, but you can search it up on google images), voted for seonho for visual centre (but was also seen picking out his placard at first hahaha), “junwoo-yah”, existed in shape of you team, cringy centre position evaluation, “me and my friends at the table doing shots, drinking fast and then we talk slow”, tugs on his tie while lip biting, cleared stage 1 of 101maboy ending off with “gamsahabnida, arigatō, xìe xìe, thank you, khòob-khun-kà *muach*”, “i have this feeling that when hyeongseobbie turns 30, he will look like sungwoo hyung”, first to run out of the practice room for pizza (me tbh), part of “oh little girl” 12 members lineup, wanted 5등 but was ranked 30듬, 36등, 33등, 41등, 58등 before getting eliminated at 50등…

this is a letter dedicated to the loml, my ult bias in pd101 s2:

my birthday is actually in 4 days’ time (1 june) and my hopes and wishes were nothing more than for you to stay and not get eliminated. i wasn’t expecting to write this letter to you so soon. i wouldn’t blame it on the national producers who didn’t see the talent and ability in you. i’m sure they saw it in others instead, just like how i saw it in you. i’ve clearly seen your effort and hardwork. you’re such an amazing person, i know it ever since the moment i saw you. *coughscoughs* when i saw you tear up, not once but twice (really mnet?), it literally broke my heart. the fact that i cried so much for my other biases who got eliminated the first round, i was honestly not prepared to see someone special and dearly to me in the whole of pd101 go. i didn’t want to see the last of you. since you come from a smol company, i wouldn’t know what to expect. i’m sure your company treats you well, and by giving us fans updates of you from time to time on sns, i’m really thankful for that. i’m also grateful for the trainees and trainers who have took care and guided you throughout. i hope you had alot of memories to bring along with you from the pd101 experience. continue chasing your dreams and never give up, so that i can see a better and improved side of you in the future. the sweat and tears you shed will all be worthwhile, i promise. thank you so much for the past 2 months and 8 episodes we’ve been through together. your journey in pd101 may end here but now, it’s going to be the start of something new, so let’s carry on this journey together! watching pd101 may be meaningless without you now but i’ll also show my support for other trainees as well, esp your “oh little girl” teammates. i love you alot as much as other junwoo stans out there do, and i hope others will do the same. we will always be here by your side, cheering you on! i wish you all the best of luck in everything that you do! a cutiepie like you deserve everything sweet in life~ ♡ also, thank you to the national producers who voted for him, he wouldn’t have made it to where he is now without your precious votes.

+ i’ve never got to be mutuals with any junwoo stans out there so if you’re one, pls feel free to message me, i don’t bite ㅠㅠ💓 also, i’ll try my best to continue giving updates of junwoo everytime there’s one, even though i’m probably going back to my fandom after pd101 ends. anyways, let’s keep showering him with love and support!!

*buying harry’s rolling stone issue*

cashier: i heard he like put out solo stuff.

me: haha yeah! it’s pretty good.

cashier: maybe i’ll have to take him seriously.

me: *internally* bitch, you best respect my mother fucking man. do you even know who you’re talking to? that man is the sunshine of my existence. you don’t deserve his silky smooth voice in your life. how dare you? who do you even think you are. you got my eye twitching. my palms are sweating. you’re lucky we’re in a public place or i’d whoop your little ass.

me: haha yeah.

Iris and Lillium’s designs for mine and @i-read-good-books   Android AU collab!! (VERY NieR:Automata inspired by my (very annoying) requests.  hahaha ) 

Text by her:


“from dusk til dawn

getting to know each other”


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Dare | Jimin (M)

Fluff | Crack | Smut | Bff!Jimin | Policeman!Jimin

word count: 32.6k+

You and Jimin have been playing an ongoing game of dare since the fourth grade, the only thing off limits —much to his disappointment— was daring you to marry him.

A/N: i’m…. so.. ecstatic to be finished with this MONSTROSITY 

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“Jack, you’re not going to make it. It’s okay,” Bitty stresses, trying to remain the calm one even though he’s not feeling that calm about it.

“No. I’ll get there, I—Shit! Ah, shit. Sorry, Bits, half ran a red there.”

“Jack!” Bitty groans, heart flipping over at the thought of Jack speeding home. He wouldn’t have called Jack in the first place if he’d known that was what was going on. This phone conversation can only be a distraction. “I’m serious. It’s fine.”

“It’s your birthday. I’m going to get there in time.”

“You’re crazy, and I’m honestly scared for your life right now.”

“Don’t be. There’s barely anyone on the roads, I’m fine,” Jack says dismissively.

“I am rolling my eyes at you,” Bitty tells Jack after having done so. “With love, but also because you’re an idiot.”

“And idiot who loves you.” How Jack manages to be sappy and romantic whilst seemingly in a one-man car chase is beyond Bitty. He’s appreciative anyway.

“Get here in one piece or this will be the worst birthday ever.”

“What about–”

“Yes, I am including the time we had to take Tater to hospital and I got blood all over my new shoes,” Bitty says somewhat hysterically.

“What’s the time?” Jack demands.

Bitty tips his head back from where he’s got it resting on the arm of the couch to look at the clock. “Eleven fifty-three.”

“Fuck yeah,” Jack yells, making it come out buzzed through Bitty’s phone. “Okay. Bits, Bud, I got this. Open the front door for me, I’m almost home.”

Bitty rolls his eyes again. This boy is way too eager for near midnight. “Okay, okay. I’m doing it.”

He opens the front door and steps out into the hallway. It’s quiet out there, and he can’t hear anything coming through on the phone either. Jack probably isn’t going to make it, and that’s fine with Bitty. It’ll be the first time in six years, but Bitty thinks that’s a pretty good track record.

The sound of footsteps pounding up the emergency exit gets clearer and clearer, and Bitty turns toward them. Jack bursts through, clearly flushed, but smiling happily, victorious, running toward Bitty holding a wrapped present.

Bitty hangs up his phone. “The elevator would’ve been–

Jack crashes into him and kisses him eagerly and messily, stopping Bitty mid word.

“Happy Birthday.” Jack pulls back, delight in his eyes, and hands over the present.

“You were right,” Bitty admits with relief. “You did make it, one piece and all.”

“Told you,” Jack says happily. “And it’s…” he checks his watch. “Eleven fifty-eight. Quick.”

“Jack!” Bitty shouts as Jack bends down to lift Bitty over his shoulder and carry him inside.

“No time to waste. You’ve gotta open that.”

“We could’ve done that in the hallway. You’re ridiculous.” Bitty repeats the sentiment from earlier.

“Okay, go go go.” Jack plops Bitty down on the couch and sits pressed up beside him. “One minute.”

Bitty holds his hand up in front of Jack. Jack grabs it and kisses it, then puts it on top of the present. By this stage, Bitty’s caught up in the manic energy Jack is radiating. He rips open the packaging, struggling some with the amount of sticky tape on the present. He throws it behind him once it’s off and stares down at the plain cardboard box.

“Open it,” Jack encourages.

Bitty does, pulling it out in wonder.

“Wow, Jack. It’s…” He gives it a shake. “Is that us?”

“Yeah.” Jack nods. “I had it custom made by one of Lardo’s friends. They said–”

This time, Bitty cuts Jack off with a kiss. “I love it.”

He looks at the snow globe, with the miniature glass work Jack and Bitty inside, kissing on an icy pond, surrounded by falling snow.

Jack throws an arm around Bitty’s shoulders and pulls him in. He kisses the top of Bitty’s head, and whispers, “Happy Birthday.”

It’s after midnight now, but Bitty’s not going to point that out.

anonymous asked:

Top 10 times a bold, confident Yuuri surprised Viktor by taking initiative with PDA

Top 10 Times a Bold, Confident Yuuri Surprised Viktor By Taking Initiative With PDA

10) Once, when they had been apart for a couple of months for euros/4c, they reunited in an airport and it was like romance movie level drama. Yuuri literally ran and threw himself at Viktor because he had missed him so much and Viktor caught him and spun him around while they were both smiling and laughing and then dipped him into a kiss

9) After being apart for a while, Yuuri and Viktor planned to meet up at one of Viktor’s competitions that Yuuri wasn’t skating in but his flight was delayed and his missed the start. He showed up in the middle of Viktor’s skating and as soon as Viktor got off the ice he ran and literally jumped into Viktor’s arms to kiss him with his legs wrapped around Viktor’s waist which got a lot of approving cheers and wolf whistling from the crowd around them.  

8) Once they were at an outdoor skating rink during the winter and Yuuri kept pretending not to be able to skate to make Viktor hold his hand and catch him when he ‘fell’

7) Once they were at a competition and one of the journalists was flirting very heavily with Viktor despite Viktor not reciprocating and so Yuuri interrupted the interview by pulling Viktor into a kiss and making out with him for so long that the journalist was forced to awkwardly leave (Viktor was absolutely not complaining)

6) Their first time visiting Yuuri’s family in Japan, Yuuri was much less physically affectionate than normal which started to make Viktor a little insecure. But after he mentioned it one night, the next day he came down to breakfast and Yuuri greeted him with a morning kiss and a cup of coffee in front of all the Katsukis to show that he wasn’t ashamed of Viktor at all like Viktor had been worried about

5) Once in St Petersburg Viktor was having a really long conversation with Yakov and holding Yuuri up from leaving so Yuuri went to kiss him goodbye in a kiss that was very much not PG and then whispered something in his ear which made Viktor turn bright red and be like ‘I need to go right now, immediately’ and practically run out after Yuuri

4) Once when they were skating together in Russia when Yuuri came to visit Viktor, some of the younger Russian skaters were making rude comments about Yuuri and their relationship like ‘I wonder if he still fucks Viktor for the gold or if he’s after his money now as well’, since there had been rumours about marriage. In response Yuuri pulled Viktor down into a kiss which got pretty heated pretty quickly and ended up looking over directly at the other skaters mid kiss from over Viktor’s shoulder and raising his eyebrow in a ‘does this look fake to you’ condescending look

3) During the Russian Nationals after chapter 14 Yuuri went along to cheer Viktor on and prove his love to all of Russia which is where the tie pull of the Rivals universe happened except it lead into a kiss that very nearly made Viktor late to skate and ensured he skated his entire routine with a serious blush on his face and hearts in his eyes

2) The kiss from chapter 14

1) At their wedding everyone thought that it was Viktor who was going to kiss Yuuri but instead Yuuri grabbed Viktor as soon as the last words were said and pulled him down into a kiss in front of all their family and friends and refused to let go for a long time. When they finally did break apart his first words were ‘I love you and I’m sorry I made you wait so long’ (because his biggest regret will always be how much more time they could have had together if he had just realised Viktor’s feelings a little earlier)

givenchy & gold (m.)

;pairing — jungkook/reader

;warnings — sex | implied exhibitionism | mild dom/sub tones | if u’ve got a praise kink then ur gonna love this | mentions of daddy kinks | instances of spanking 

;summary — you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no.

;word count — 20k im so sorry

part i | part ii (coming soon!)

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remember that time? → inspired by this post by @vrepit-sals

“God,” says Lance with a laugh, leaning further back into the sofa, “Do you remember the first time Hunk corrected Iverson in class?”

Hunk smiles a little proudly, and Pidge bounces in her seat, pointing at Lance with a gasp. Keith is silent, but watches them fondly as they chatter, unconsciously finding himself paying more attention to Lance’s toothy smile and slightly tussled hair than the topic in question.

“Yes!” Pidge hisses, “Quiznak, I can’t believe I forgot about that! Hands down the best day of my life.”

Keith smiles from where he’s sitting, crosslegged and barefoot for once on the couch next to Pidge, chin resting on his propped up hand as he listens to the others reminisce about the Garrison. He doesn’t remember much from his days there; mostly because a great deal of it was monotonous, but he does remember the incident in question. 

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@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha

anyhoo, onto the story:

Lance woke up with a sneeze.

He blinked his eyes open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly. Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.

Congested sinuses that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each movement? Check. 

Raw, sandpaper throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.

The strange sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.

Conclusion: Today is gonna suck.

If Lance were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable.  Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued. It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no matter how taxing it could be on his own body.

Lance steeled himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began to make his way down to the dining hall.

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our little family pt.3 | jimin

Originally posted by minblush

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3

Reader’s POV


Looking up from your phone, your lips tilted up into a warm smile as you saw a familiar face enter the room, as she slightly skipped, swinging her lunchbox in one hand.

“Jieun-ah!!” you cheered as you made your way to her, pinching her cheeks softly as you cooed, “How’s my little girl been?”

Giving you a big smile, one that reached all the way up to her round eyes, she gave you a thumbs up and grinned, “I’m great! Daddy and I even got another dog for Charlie so that he wouldn’t be alone anymore.”

Laughing slightly, you remarked, “Well isn’t that sweet of you to do!! By the way, where’s your Daddy, did he not drop you off–?”

“Her Daddy is right here.” a voice said teasingly as you looked up, scoffing a little as Jimin winked at you playfully. Your eyes quickly wandered to the cut on his lip, which to your surprise had seemed to be healing, making you sigh in relief.

Getting up, you patted Jieun’s back and motioned her to go and put away her stuff in her cubby before walking up to Jimin. Motioning to his face, you said softly, “You’re looking better. How did you manage to explain this to Jieun?”

Jimin chuckled as his eyes fell on his little girl who was humming along to a random tune as she walked around the classroom, mindlessly.

“I told her that when she was asleep, her dad went on a mission to save a princess from an evil man, and then got hurt in the fight.” he said as his eyes flickered back to you, making you flush lightly at his words that made your heart flutter.

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Taken for Granted (pt 2)

A/N: I’ll go back to texts in the next part, it just didn’t fit with this part. Want part 3?? LET ME KNOW!

P.s. probably won’t be too active till like next week.

Part 1

You had always been close to the guys…well at least six of them. You had worked as an intern at BigHit when the guys were trainees and eventually debuted. However, you moved onto a bigger and better job, but still managed to stay good friends with the group. You somehow ended up at JYP in hopes of being a manager one day. But you were still one of their treasured friends, and they valued your input towards the group.

You don’t know when the feelings started. Well to be completely honest, you didn’t even realize you had these feelings for Namjoon. But what Hoseok said was true. You were always shy around him, but somehow making him happy became important to you. You noticed all the subtle things about him and studied him like a book unconsciously. Before you knew it, you knew all the things he loved and all the things he resented.

But he became increasingly cold towards you. He never really treated you like the other boys, who were always open and friendly with you. And maybe that’s why you fell for him. Because you had to figure him out and he was always on your mind. He became your favorite puzzle to solve and once it was solved, it became your hobby making sure the puzzle stayed whole and beautiful.

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His || Jungkook || 0.17

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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compliments part 2 - zach dempsey

requested: yes

word count: 2.216

warnings: none besides fluff i think

plot: zach decides to (nervously) confront you after finding out you’re the one slipping compliments in his bag

a/n: i Cannot believe a 2nd part was requested i cant believe you guys enjoyed the first part and sent me messages!! i wasn’t planning on writing this but here she is since y’all are cute as heck

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

Thursday night found Zach Dempsey sprawled on his bed.

A week worth of complimentary notes was at the foot of the bed. Some were folded, some all the way open but none of them were in their original, pristine state. They were crumpled, thing that probably happened whenever the boy stuffed them in his pockets.

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“3 Weeks”

requested // yes

requests are open // request here

AN // This is pure filth and I’m sorry

TW // Smut, profanity

“Sexual-Frustration. Noun. (countable and uncountable, plural sexual frustrations) A state of agitation felt by an individual whose sexual satisfaction is considerably less than desired”

3 weeks. It had been 3 weeks since he last touched her. It’s not intentional, he’s just been so busy he’s barely noticed and to be fair neither had she but her body had.

For the first week she was fine, content with his fleeting lips on her forehead as he rushed out the door are the tired kisses he gave when he got home late. She was okay with only feeling his hands on the small of her back as he reached over her for his razor as she brushed her teeth. She was fine. The second week was manageable, yes his fleeting lips left her flustered and his tired kisses left her wanting more and sure when his hand brushed over the small of her back it left goosebumps in it’s wake but she could ignore it. She was fine. So why tonight, on the 3 week mark, is she so temperamental? Why has she been short with him all day and why couldn’t she focus on anything at work?

She’d been home from work for about an hour when he walked through the bedroom door. He’s mad at her, she yelled at him this morning for reasons he was unaware of. She’d dodged his phone calls all day and ignored his attempts at finding out what was wrong. Yet he still notices her staring at him when he walks into the room, can see her sat on the bed with her now closed book and her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes follow him around the room, he can feel her watching him and that’s when it clicks. 

He turns and walks to her like a predator who’s found his victim, his hands pulled her clothes off slowly and then parted her thighs as she watched him with wide eyes. He’s not touching her, not how she needs him to, not where she needs him to. He’s leaning over her with that goddamn smirk on his face as his fingers lightly trace her inner thigh.

“Saw yeh staring. This what’s got you so frustrated? Pretty girl missed my hands on her huh?” 

She can’t respond, she doesn’t need to. He knows her answer, can feel her answer.

“Missed y’too, missed how your body reacts to me like the earth does to lightning. Missed how you arch into me, as needful of me as I am of you. Missed this.

She still doesn’t answer, it’s as though his touch leaves her speechless. Her body is too busy welcoming the feeling of his hands on her skin to reply, too busy forming goosebumps to form words.

“S’my pretty girl not gonna talk to me? She not even gonna moan for me?”

He’s asking for it now, almost teasingly, he can see what he’s doing to her yet he still wants to hear it. He wants to hear her.

“Harry I…”

“What baby? Can’t please you if I don’t know what you want”

And she’s trying, trying to tell him what she needs, trying to ask for more but she just can’t. She’s overwhelmed, he hasn’t touched her for weeks and it’s too much yet not enough all at once.

“H please

“Please what poppet?”

He’s making her beg for it. It’s like he’s punishing her, for being moody with him, for not just asking him to touch her, for making him work it out for himself.

“Please touch me, need you to touch me”

“But I am touching you gorgeous”

She almost sobs, she’s so desperate and he’s toying with her. A moan escaped her as his hands moved to her pubic bone. It was all too slow. The moan was more dissatisfaction than the opposite but still it evokes a teasing glint in his eye.

“Am I close sweetheart? M’I close to where you want me?”

All she can do is nod, he’s so close but he’s not there.

“What about here? is this better?”

His hand is flat against her mound and his thumb is rubbing softly just above the top of her clit. Her eyes are wide and watery as she silently pleads with him to give her what she’s so desperate for.

“Oh no, that’s not what you want is it sweets? No, you want me here”

His thumb finally touches her nerves and it has her gasping like it the first time she’s breathed since she saw him walk into the bedroom. He’s barely done anything but yet she’s arching her back and gripping his arm and he’s enthralled with it, with her, he’s only rubbing her in slow circles and she’s writhing.


“What was that my love?”

He’s not teasing her anymore, not trying to make her beg, he was just so wrapped up in watching her squirm that he couldn’t comprehend what she was asking for.

“Please H, need more”

“My sweet girl wants more huh? Wants me to make her cum?”

She’s breathless, the rasp in his voice driving her insane. All she can do is say “please” like that and his name are all that’s in her vocabulary right now. Her please makes him smile, she’s completely as his mercy and he loves it. He slips his fore and middle finger into her while his thumb presses steady circles into her clit and she’s whimpering and to him it sounds like heaven. He knows her body like he knows his own name, he knows what makes her tick, so when his fingers touch the most sensitive spots inside of her and she lets out a cry he just smiles, her body is his and he knows how to use it. She can feel her stomach tightening and her heart beat in her throat.

“So close”

“Yeah? Is my pretty girl going to cum for me? Gonna let me watch you break?”

Her eyes are squeezed shut as she nods, he can see tears threatening to spill and he’s proud. His fingers stop moving and instead they press on her softest spot, the spot that makes her scream. The pressure there coupled with his thumb on her clit is too much, she’s hypersensitive and he’s using it against her. Both of her hands grip his wrist as she lets out a sob, his head snaps up in worry just to be stunned with the image of his girl completely wrecked because of him and he swears it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. His free hand moves to cup one side of her face as his thumb brushes away her stray tears, something so innocent compared to what his other thumb is doing to her.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum for me, that’s my good girl”

His lips are on her cheek as she cums, her hands leave his wrist to grip his shirt tightly in her fist. Her body is stiff and her eyes are shut, tears are still streaming down her face but she’s silent. He’s watching her completely fall apart and he can’t believe he’s gone 3 weeks without seeing this, why was he depriving himself of such a beautiful sight? She’s shuddering as she comes down, her eyes still closed but the death grip she had on his shirt slowly being released as he lays her back against the bed.

“Are you okay my love?”

A shaky breath leaves her as she nods and opens her eyes to look him

“I’ve missed you”

It’s a quiet confession that he would’ve missed had he not been solely focused on her. It makes his heart ache. How he could ever leave this perfect girl, his perfect girl, without his touch for so long is beyond him and he’s making a promise to himself to never leave her without him for that long again, never going to deprive himself of her again.