i want to kiss your cheek

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by syeons

Genre: romance/fluff
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 12203 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 /PART 6


THE FIRST TIME YOU KISSED

“You tell me Y/N, do you want this?” he brushes his thumb over your cheek “Do you want to kiss me?”

Before you could ever give your response to him, reality hits the shameless boy like a train. What was he thinking when he asked you such a question? His sudden tendency to take your feelings for granted by working his moves on you, wasn’t how he ever wanted it to be. He was curious and quite greedy about having the chance to win your first kiss. Was it still like a competition for him? Was he toying with you or was he being serious?

Jungkook was your best friend and his intentions were never ill to begin with. You knew from day one, when he held your hand and decided to be your friend back then in kindergarten, that he was anything but harmful. You were well aware of the fact that he could be trusted, and all these years of friendship proved that he was a keeper. Maybe you could trust him? But what would it change? Only jungkook had the answers and decisions to take in this very moment, yet he suddenly stepped away from you

What am I doing, right now? Jungkook would suddenly ask himself as he eyed your lips up-close for the first time in his life

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—Boyfriend! Ten au

Request: Hiya!! could you do a boyfriend! au with my man Ten Chittaphon? i lubb him sm

Aunthors note: Ten is actually one of my biases in nct as well! so you could say i died a little okay a lot while writing this. anyways enjoy!

Boyfriend Ten au


  • Going on adventures together, literally anywhere, anytime
  • Hyping each other up over e v e r y t h i n g
  • Blasting the seventh sense and dancing your hearts out
  • Dancing funny to see you laugh and smile
  • Going to the dance studio and watching him practice for real
  • SEEING HIM DANCE TO DREAM IN A DREAM RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU
  • Him giving you his jacket when you’re cold
  • Him giving you most of his sweaters because you look adorable in them
  • So. Many. Cuddles.
  • Pulling you into his chest when he wants to cuddle or when he just wants to be close to you
  • bAck hugs!!
  • Any hugs really
  • Lots and lots of kisses on the cheek, lips, forehead, nose etc
  • Him being goofy when your upset to try to make you feel better or just being goofy in general to make you happy
  • Loving gazes
  • Curling up on the couch or bed together and watching movies until you fall asleep
  • Calling each other beautiful
  • Going to the arcade and staying there until you have enough tickets to buy something
  • Twirling his fingers through your hair 
  • Walking and running through town hand in hand
  • Buying you cute things for your anniversary, birthday, christmas etc
  • Calling each other those cute cringy nicknames
  • Complementing each other on a daily basis
  • “You look beautiful”
  • “You’re so talented”
  • “You’re so gorgeous”
  • Baking together
  • Going to amusement parks and winning many many stuff animals
  • Him smiling everytime he laid his eyes on you, because you were just so beautiful to him
  • Late night phone calls
  • “I miss you”
  • “Ten, you literally just left my house less then five minutes ago”
  • “Can I come back?”
  • Teaching you Thai
  • Honeslty, there would never be a dull moment dating Ten

—jen


Originally posted by vertzuki

this is one of my favourite gifs of him hes so cute what the hell!! sweater paws!!

first request of this for @pegasusdragontiger

Prompt # “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”


You come out of Chris Evans’s bedroom wearing the white button down shirt he’d worn the night before. You make your way down the hall, following your nose to the source of the wonderful coffee smell.

Entering the kitchen, you find Chris wearing an apron and nothing else as he scrambles eggs.

“Morning,” you greet, kissing his cheek before playfully slapping his bare ass. You dance out of his reach as you head for the coffee pot.

“Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” he asks, pointing the spatula at you.

“Because I didn’t want to put my dress back on,” you reply, shrugging.

“That doesn’t mean you had to put my shirt on,” Chris states, his eyebrows wiggling.

You roll your eyes as you put your coffee cup down. You unbutton the shirt and then take it off before tossing it onto the counter. “Happy?” you ask.

“Mmm hmm.” Chris nods, his eyes taking in your now naked body.

“Your eggs are burning,” you say smugly and he curses. You walk past him with your cup of coffee and pinch his ass. “I’ll be in the bedroom waiting for you.”

Writing Prompts

Masterlist:  Becca’s Memorial Day Weekend Writing Prompts

no. 1 // tom riddle

pairing ➵ tom riddle x reader
genre ➵ angst
note ➵ I’m sorry this took me forever, I hope the wait was worth it 💓


“I honestly don’t know what to think about you and lestrange, (y/n).” he said with that annoyed look on his face that you loved so much.

“tommy, just because I’m in a relationship doesn’t mean I’ll forget you, you’ll always be my number one.” you said bringing your nose to his and butterfly kissing him, he’d never ever admit he liked it, but he did.

“fine. just be careful, alright. I don’t want him to hurt you (y/n).“ he said with a serious look in his eyes.

“I’ll be fine, tom. don’t worry about me.” you said with a smile and then pressed a kiss to his cheek.

*•*•*•*•*•*

as time progressed, truth be told, tom really wasn’t happy with you and lestrange’s relationship, but he tried to keep himself calm and collected for his sake and yours.
you are the first and only person he has ever loved and he doesn’t want to ruin it.

even then, you’d have to admit you had begun to start spending less time with tom and more time with lestrange, but, it was bound to happen, right?

tom, himself tried to ignore this as he’d tried to pacify himself by reminding him of your words “you’ll always be my number one” but he couldn’t help it.

slowly but surely he began to hate lestrange and the very thought of you flirting with him or even
being in his presence.

*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*

everyone was sat at a meeting of the knights of walpurgis and you and lestrange were sat opposite each other and he couldn’t take his eyes off you and you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

tom saw this, he heard both of your thoughts loud and clear, causing his skin to crawl and his veins to bulge but he tried, he did, ever so hard to keep himself calm.

“s-so- I-” tom stumbled as he tried to talk but your and lestrange’s thoughts was driving him insane.

“(y/n), get out of this room, now!” he yelled his anger making him
explode.

his loud voice had caused you to jump but you gathered yourself back together and left the room as he followed suit.

“t-tom, are you alright?” you stuttered out as there was a look in his eyes that you’d never seen before.

“no, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked his use of profanity causing you to jump.

“w-what, tom?” you stuttered,

“I have you at the meetings because you’re a fucking knight not so you and lestrange can eye fuck each other!” he fumed with his eyes filled with anger.

“tom.” you let out in a sob as he turned away from you.

“I don’t want you back at the meetings again.” he spat before leaving you.

*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*

after that, tom had began to treat you strangely, a way he had never done before.
he wouldn’t smile at you or actively look at you, he was just done with you.

every chance you got to speak to him he’d just dismiss you.

this was something that you truly were never ever used to. tom never made time for anyone and if he did it better had been quick and worth his while but with you he’d listen to you and your most insignificant thought, so the sudden cold shoulder he was giving you was very out of your understanding.

he’d even go as far as ignoring you in front of others while the other knights of walpurgis would look at each other in confusion.

*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*

one day, you’d had enough.

he happened to be in slughorn’s room early, which you spotted through the slightly open door, and decided to act quickly.

you crept in quietly, whispering “colloportus.”

“how are you, tom?” you asked quietly.

“what are you doing here?” he asked with a scowl.

“I just want to talk to you tommy.” you let out in a mumble.

“don’t call me that.”

“well can you just listen!? I don’t know what’s happened between me and you but I hate it.” you said.

“you’d really like to know (y/n)? it’s the fact that you used to be mine and all of a sudden lestrange took over and I didn’t even mean something anymore.” he let out in a grumble.

“I used to be yours? I’ll have you know I don’t belong to anyone, I am
my own being and you or lestrange don’t own me.” you let out in a huff and walked out of the room.

Burning Low

“You’re not going to believe me,” Yuuri insists.

“No piece of dog related information can be kept from me, Yuuri.”

Yuuri huffs, buries his face in Makkachin’s fur. They’re lying on Viktor’s bed, atop plush sheets, the hum of Euro pop soft in the background. Yuuri’s wearing ratty sweatpants and a T-shirt, dotted with the occasional curl of Makkachin’s hair. Viktor can’t look away. Their fingers are laced over the poodle’s plump belly, something that keeps happening, ever since the Cup of China. There are two periods in Viktor’s life: B.C., Before China, and after. Viktor loves the after.

“Vicchan was a stray,” Yuuri mumbles.

Viktor tries not to laugh. “Oh, love, I know there were posters in your room with my face on them– you can say you bought Vicchan.”

Viktor,” Yuuri whines, burying his face into Makkachin. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Okay, okay,” Viktor chuckles. “So Vicchan was a stray.” He wiggles over the top of Makkachin, presses a kiss to Yuuri’s forehead.

“Yeah,” Yuuri breathes, soft. “When I found him and brought him back to the onsen, soaked in muddy puddle water and curls all matted, I thought he was some kind of gift from god. A poodle all my own. So I could be just like you.”

“Clearly, your parents agreed.” The brown eyes flicker up to him, twinkling.

“No,” Yuuri admits. “They told me Vicchan probably belonged to someone else. That we had to put up signs saying we’d found him.” He snorts gently through his nose. “…I sobbed for hours.” Makkachin snuffles, licks Yuuri’s cheek. “I plucked up Vicchan and locked myself in my room–my parents had to talk me down through the door. They told me they knew I loved Vicchan, but that maybe there was some other little boy out there missing him, loving him.”

“And you,” Viktor says, “my softhearted Yuuri, you were willing to give him back.”

Yuuri presses his lips together. Amused. “No,” he contradicts again, quietly. “That didn’t work. After all, who could love Vicchan more than me? I refused to put up the Found Dog signs up because of that.” There’s a pause, and Viktor fills in the gap. Until. “Then, they told me that Vicchan could be missing the place where he belonged.”

“Oh, Yuuri,” Viktor says. Maybe they shouldn’t discuss Yuuri’s dog– sometimes when he looks at Makkachin, the cinnamon eyes still glaze over.

“How could I take Vicchan away from what he loved? So we put up signs,” Yuuri finishes, smile small. “I was ready to give him up. Ready, even if it broke my heart.” Their fingers tighten across Makkachin’s belly, and it’s natural to lean forward and kiss him, all ruffled hair and round cheeks, gentle eyes. Viktor’s Yuuri. Viktor’s everything.

“Let’s end this,” Yuuri says, in Barcelona. The man who is his everything, and he wants to end it.

You don’t have to break your heart, Viktor thinks. Oh, you don’t have to break your heart

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cute bare faced jiyongie all bundled up (๑>◡<๑)

Forbidden Love | Pt. 10

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

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“Is he my son, Y/N?”

Looking up with your pleading eyes, you tried to calm Jimin down.

“Jimin, please. Calm down a little bit, you’re going to wake up Jihyun-”

Ignoring your words, he hissed again. “Answer my question, Y/N! Is Jihyun my son?!”

Averting your eyes from him, you looked down at your lap. “Y-Yes.”

You heard how his breath hitched in his throat. Too scared to look at him, you closed your eyes and tried to fight back the tears.

“How could you?”

Flinching at his broken voice, you turned your head towards his crouched body, his head placed in his hands as his hot tears rolled down his face.

“I.. I had to.”

Hearing your answer, Jimin angrily stood up from his crouching position and yanked you up from the sofa, slamming your body against the wall. “You had to?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You took my child away from me, Y/N!”

“Jimin, listen-”

“I can’t believe it! How could you do this, Y/N!?”

“Please, listen to me-”

“You’re selfish, Y/N! You’re-”

“I could’ve died, Jimin!”

Jimin’s head snapped up at your words. Now it was you’re time to let go of your tears.

“W-What do you mean?”


↳ Flashback: Three years ago..

“Please, Dr. Jung! Save my baby! Please tell me that my baby is okay, I’m begging you..”

Looking away from the ultrasound monitor, he met your eyes with his hesitant ones and smiled. “You’re baby is absolutely fine, Y/N.”

Releasing the breath you were holding in, you covered your face with your hands and started sobbing because of the relief and happiness.

“But there is still a problem..”

When you heard the the doctor’s words, you felt like you were slammed against a wall. Removing your hands from your face, you asked. “W-What?”

Taking a deep breath, your doctor looked seriously into your scared and teary eyes. “Giving birth to your baby could kill you, Y/N..”

Frozen, you looked at your doctor’s face. “I.. W- Wha- Why?”

“There is a 50 percent chance that your heart won’t be able to handle the labour, Y/N.”

In that moment, you felt like your heart stopped beating. You watched how Dr. Jung wrapped his hand around yours, the somewhat comforting smile on his face making you feel even more sad.

“Think positive, Y/N! There is still a 50 percent chance that you both will be fine at the end! You have to be strong! For you and for your baby! And I will do whatever I can to heal your heart, I promise!”

Smiling slightly at him, you squeezed his hand thankfully. “Thank you so much, Dr. Jung..”

Smiling back at you, he stood up and gathered his belongings, ready to leave the hospital room.

Just before he stepped away from side, your grip around his hand tightened and he looked back at you with confused eyes.

“Could you please do me a favor, Dr. Jung?”

↳ End of Flashback


“I had no other choice, Jimin. I told him to tell Taehyung that the baby died..”

Looking up from your hands, you observed Jimin’s frozen face.

“Jimin, I couldn’t do that to you.. If I had told you this, you would’ve been very sad and I didn’t want to do that to you.. It destroyed me, and I didn’t want to destroy you too..”

“I would have been by your side, Y/N.. We could’ve fight trough this together..”

Leaning your head back against the wall, you closed your eyes and whispered in between your sobs. “I know.. I know..”

When you felt Jimin’s soft lips on your forehead, your crying intensified and you your weak knees gave up on you, making you fall on the ground.

Sitting down with you, Jimin wrapped his arms tightly around your body and mumbled in between his own sobs. “Please, don’t run away from me anymore, Y/N. I want to be by your side.. I want to be able to hug you, kiss you and hold you as much as I want. I want to be with my son, I want to make up those three years to him, tell him that I’m his father and live happily as a family.. Please don’t take this away from me again.. I wouldn’t be able to survive this pain for the second time..”

Reaching out for his face, you placed a soft and meaningful kiss on his forehead. Stroking his cheeks gently, you whispered. “I’m sorry, Jimin..”

Confused, Jimin leaned back. “W-What?”

Before you could say anything, you heard the opening sound of your apartment door and the voice that belonged to the person who supported you for the past three years.

“Jagiya, I’m home!”


A/N: Dun dun dun! Ahh, what have I done.. Please don’t hate me guys! It’s just.. I really like cliffhangers.. I hope you like it and let me know what you think about it!~ And thank you so much for all the support and love you’re showing this series! I really appreciate it! <3

BTS Reaction | Too rough

Anon request:  Hey I was wondering if you can do a bts reaction to you not telling them it was your first time until they actually start moving and they go rough without realising (during sex).. so they don’t know you’ve never done it until they see you in pain/discomfort.. they don’t realise till after they’re inside and move roughly.. p.s I love your blog–

A/N: Thank you ^-^

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Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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All of our players are very new to DnD and as such the DM is being lenient with us, so 30 minutes into our session we’re fighting a boss who is angel like.

Ranger: Alright, I want to throw one of you at her since she’s in the air.

Me: Well I’m the shortest and I have a shortsword so-

Ranger: I want to throw the elf druid.

Proceeds to roll well enough to throw our 6 foot tall elf druid at the angel being.

Our druid who goes by the name Noot Newt: Alright, what can I do, help me guys I need suggestions.

Me: Well you could use your thorn whip to bring her to the ground or burn her wings.

Ranger: I’ve already done my part.

Druid: I have an idea!

Druid, instead of doing anything practical kisses the angel lady on the cheek, making her blush a little but only for a moment before she slaps our druid away to the ground.

Me to Ranger: Why did you throw the unarmed druid and not the short lightweight bard with a shortsword, I could have done more.

Ranger: I just grabbed the nearest thing and threw.

He had also tried to throw a large rock later which caused him to get stabbed by four spears of light.

Misunderstanding

Prompt: HI HI HI HI! Can I request a batmom in which after something dangerous goes down and BATMAN saves her she kisses BATMAN and the next day all the papers have “ Y/N WAYNE CHEATING ON BRUCE WAYNE WITH BATMAN?!?” And then they all have to answer questions on the “affair” and then they have a press conference where Bruce forgives her for the affair

———-

You cling to your husband as he carries you out of the warehouse. Riddler is tied up inside, the boys took care of that while Bruce untied you.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

You nod, your face buried in the Batman armor. “’m fine”

“Let me see, sweetheart” he whispers. Setting you gently on a bench, his cape flares behind him when he crouches down, “You’re alright now. I promise”

You nod again, this time leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to Batman’s lips. Unbeknown to the two of you, someone had snapped a photo of that kiss.

The next morning you’re woken up by a series of kisses being trailed down your spine, “Mmm, babe, no. I’m asleep”

Bruce’s throaty chuckle sounds by your ear, “Obviously not, love. How’s your cheek?”

“Fine, a little sore, but nothing too bad”

“Good. I know Riddler isn’t the most dangerous villain in Gotham, but he still managed to get you”

You curl up, nuzzling into Bruce’s chest, “I don’t wanna get up”

“Neither do I, but the boys are all here, and they want to see you. They won’t admit it, but you scared them last night”

“Alright, I need a shower, and then we can head down”

Bruce gives you a smirk, “We can always share, save the water”

“You don’t need to save water! You’re a billionaire!”

The two of you finally manage to get downstairs an hour later.

“Good morning, Ummi.”

“Morning, Dami. Morning, boys”

Tim looks nervous when he glances at you and Bruce, “Mom, you might want to come look at this”

He holds out the newspaper article, and the first thing that catches your eye is the title, ‘Y/N WAYNE CHEATING ON BRUCE WAYNE WITH BATMAN?!?’ A grainy picture is beside the title, it isn’t clear enough to show you actually kissing Batman, but both of your faces are close enough for people to assume.

Bruce glances over your shoulder at the paper, and promptly bursts into laughter. You whirl around, “That’s not funny!!”

“Sweetheart, it’s hilarious. We’re going to have to set up an interview to explain this”

“I’m gonna have to apologize for kissing ‘Batman’ aren’t I?”

Jason chuckles, “Looks like it, Mom. That’ll be funny”

You smack Jason with the newspaper, “Hush, you. God, this is a nightmare! “

Bruce leans down, his forehead gently pressing against yours, “Don’t worry … I forgive you for cheating on me”

Everyone’s silent for a minute and then they burst into laughter, “That’s not funny!!”

“Hey!” He holds up his hands innocently, “I’m not the one caught kissing a vigilante”

Bruce ends up scheduling an interview with Vicki Vale two days after the news article was released. The two of you are sitting across from the Gotham Gazette reporter.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. I’m sure all of our readers and the viewers here” she gestures to the camera crew who are filming everything live, “are eager to know what happened”

“Of course”

“The first question I have is for Mrs. Wayne. How long have you been having an affair with the Batman?”

You straighten up, “I am not having an affair with Batman. I kissed Batman on the cheek, perhaps relatively close to his lips, in order to show my gratitude. He had rescued me from the Riddler the night the picture.”

“So you claim that you aren’t having an affair? Mr. Wayne, do you believe her?”

“Of course I do. It is well known that my company sponsors Batman, I have met him multiple times. He explained what happened that night when I contacted him, it is one of the reasons I agreed to this interview.”

“Mrs. Wayne, how did you explain yourself to Mr. Wayne? Do your children know about this scandal?”

“My children were actually the ones to show up the news article, so of course they know. I’m positive that they are all watching this interview right now. As for explaining what happened to my husband, he knew that a kiss on the cheek means nothing. Bruce knows that I love him, and I know that he loves me.”

“I will admit, for a split second I feared for my marriage. However, once everything was explained to me I apologized for jumping to conclusions.”

Vicki Vale raises an eyebrow, “So, Mr. Wayne, you apologized, but did Mrs. Wayne apologize for causing this scandal?”

“I did, actually. I apologized to my family for making them go through this nonsense, but to satisfy everyone I will apologize again.” You turn in your chair, facing Bruce, “I’m sorry for causing such a confusion for everyone. What happened a few nights ago was not what everyone thought it was. I would never have an affair with batman … if I was going to have an affair with a hero it would be with Superman”

After that you quickly walk off-stage, trying to reign in your laughter at Bruce’s face. You know the next time you see Clark you’re going to have to apologize, but for now, you’re going to enjoy what you just said.

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5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”


Harry holds you close to him, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. You’re riding back home from the pub, where you had a few drinks too many. The room started to spin around you and your friends’ names evaded your memory, and Harry knew that was the end of the night.

“Yeh all righ’, love? Don’ fall asleep jus’ yet.”

“I feel awful,” you tell him, burying your face in his shirt to inhale the comforting scent of him.

“Told yeh t’ stop three drinks ago,” he reminds you, chuckling into your hair.

“Shut up,” you mumble.

The car stops at your shared place and Harry pulls you away from him so he can get out, helping you after him. He thanks the driver and wraps an arm tightly around your waist, holding you to his side while he unlocks the door. You’ve barely made it inside when you feel your stomach churning. You push away from Harry and your feet carry you to the bathroom, where you drop to your knees and lift the toilet seat. You don’t throw up immediately, but the discomfort in your stomach only gets worse.

“Y/N?” Harry appears in the doorway with a crease between his eyebrows. “Did yeh get sick, baby?”

“No, but I’m gonna.” You clutch the rim of the toilet and squeeze your eyes closed while a wave of nausea passes through your body. Harry pulls a hair tie from his wrist—a habit he still hasn’t broken since he cut his hair—and kneels down beside you, gathering up your locks and tying them back. Then his hands brush down your neck and rub gently over your back.

There’s a silent minute before you actually start to throw up. Harry keeps rubbing your back, whispering how you’re okay, everything’s okay.

“No, it’s not,” you say when you can catch a breath. Your throat burns, your mouth tastes terrible, and your stomach is churning. “I’m gonna die. I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying,” he informs you with a soft laugh. “You’re fine, baby. You’ll feel better in a li'l bit.”

You groan in response before leaning back over the toilet to empty your stomach. And he’s right, you do feel better after a few minutes when your body’s rejected the extra alcohol.

“Yeh done, love?”

“I think so.” Your voice is raw, and you can still feel alcohol pumping its way through your veins.

“’M gonna go change. Can yeh handle brushing your teeth? Please, don’ make me brush your teeth fo’ yeh.”

“I can do it,” you state confidently. Harry smiles as he rises to his feet. He holds his hands out and helps you up, flushing away your mess. Your toothbrush is ready and in your hand before he leaves the room. When you look in the mirror, you find a mess of a person. Tears have streaked makeup down your cheeks and your clothes are in disarray. Your vision is slightly blurry as you begin to clean your teeth.

“Is tha’ better?” Harry asks as he reappears in a pair of comfy sweats.

“My throat still hurts,” you tell him, rinsing out your mouth.

“I’ll get yeh some water,” he says, backing out of the room. “Wait in the bedroom fo’ me, love.”

You do as your told, making your way into the other room to plop yourself down on the bed. You feel a bit loopy, and your limbs feel heavy. You’re just staring at a wall that seems to dip and swim in front of you when Harry walks in with a big glass of water.

“Drink some o’ this,” he orders gently as he hands it to you. You sip at the cold liquid and it soothes your burning throat. “Let’s get yeh ready fo’ bed. I’m gonna take care o’ yeh, okay?”

You nod in response and Harry drops to his knees, undoing your heeled boots and pulling them from your aching feet. His fingers reach for the button of your jeans and you shift away from his touch as he skims your belly.

“Don’t tickle me!”

“’M not tryin’ t’ tickle yeh!” he exclaims with a laugh. “’M tryin’ t’ get your pants off. Don’ spill your drink, yeah?”

“It’s not very gentlemanly to take off my pants when I’m this drunk,” you inform him, taking another gulp of water.

“I’ll keep tha’ in mind,” he says with a playful roll of his eyes. He reaches forward again to unbutton your pants and a slosh of water spills down your front as you giggle. “Oi! Be careful.” He takes the glass from you to set down on the bedside table and wipes his now-wet hands on his sweatpants.

“Sorry,” you mumble, flopping back on the mattress. Harry chuckles and is finally able to undo your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs. His ringed fingers pat your hands.

“Gotta sit up fo’ me, love.” He pulls you back into a sitting position and lifts your shirt from your body, then unclasps your bra and tosses all of your clothes into the dirty laundry. He opens the dresser and digs around for one of his t-shirts, finding one that he hasn’t worn in years.

“Arms up,” he urges when he comes back, helping you into the shirt one limb at a time. He presses a gently kiss to your forehead when your face pops out again and smiles. “Wanna get your makeup off?”

“Yes,” you agree, nodding quickly. “I look like a clown.”

“Yeh do not.” He chuckles and finds one of your makeup wipes, coming back to squat in front of you. “Look pretty still. Yeh always do.”

“You’re lying,” you accuse with a big grin.

“Am not,” he retorts, grinning back and resting a hand on your cheek to hold your head still as he gently wipes stray mascara from your face. “Prettiest girl ’ve ever seen.”

“Shut up,” you hush with a giggle.

Harry laughs at you again as he finishes cleaning up your face.

“Tha’s better,” he commends, standing back up and pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Don’ look like yeh been cryin’ anymore. How ‘bout yeh finish your water b'fore we go to bed?”

You nod and pick up the glass again, sipping slowly. Harry leaves to brush his teeth. When he comes back, he takes the empty glass from you and sets it down again. He lifts the covers to get you into bed and then climbs in beside you, wrapping his arms around your torso to hold you against him.

“Better not be cranky a’ me t'morrow,” he whispers, kissing your cheek gently.

“Couldn’t if I wanted to,” you whisper back, snuggling into him.

To Propose

This is my impromptu thank you for reaching 1500 followers! Thank you so much my darlings- I love all of you and appreciate all of you- I am always happy to have a chat to you and get to know you, I LOVE MAKING FRIENDS!

Anyways- Here it is, my little thank you, 

How would the RFA + V + Saeran propose? 

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Got7 reaction to their s/o kissing them when they think they’re asleep

A/N - This was such a cute one to write, I hope you all enjoy it! Keep on sending in all your requests too~

Mark: I think Mark would be able to keep a straight face when you kissed his forehead. He’d love the affection you gave him but could easily keep his excitement in. That being said, he would go really soft over any of your kisses, whether he was awake or sleeping.

Originally posted by jypnior

JB: JB would try to keep his eyes close so that you think he’s sleeping but he can’t help smiling at your cute actions. He’ll give up trying to pretend to be asleep and will want to cuddle you, asking for even more kisses on his forehead and cheeks.

Originally posted by chattyang

Jackson: As soon as your lips touch Jackson’s forehead, there is no holding back his excitement. His eyes will shoot open and he’ll pull you in for a hug, leaving kisses all over your face. He’d keep telling you how cute you were and that you had such an effect on him.

Originally posted by jypnior

Jinyoung: Jinyoung would keep on pretending to be asleep in the hopes that you’d kiss him again. Internally, he’d be freaking out over the kiss because it was just so cute and he felt so lucky to have someone like you. He might then reciprocate the same kiss when you were sleeping too.

Originally posted by got7-out

Youngjae: When Youngjae felt the soft, almost ticklish feeling of your lips on his cheek, he’d laugh and without opening his eyes, will reach out to you and pull you in closer to him. He’d then return the favour and give you loads of kisses all over your face.

Originally posted by youngjai

Bambam: Bambam would open his eyes to surprise you and will make so many teasing comments about the kiss. “I’m so good looking you can’t resist me even when I’m sleeping” “My lips are just so addictive that you can’t get enough, can you?” He’d love it though

Originally posted by jypnior

Yugyeom: Yugyeom would feel so happy in that moment. He loves your kisses and savours every single one when he’s awake and conscious. The fact that you had kissed him then, thinking he was asleep sent shivers down his spine at the thought of you doing it while he was actually sleeping.

Originally posted by chichangyu

Kind and Goofy

I thank (and blame) @pixletta for this. This is based on a short story they gave me and I just- 

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Au where your world is black and white until you kiss your soulmate


Jeremy had always thought of his life as simple. For years he only had to focus on three things: his music loving best friend, his obnoxious teenage bully and the love of his life - the main ingredients for a teenage boy. He had grown used to the black and white surroundings he had grown up in. However this all changed when he got the Squip. 

 The little computer in his head was adamant on him becoming more than his nerdy persona. He insulted him, manipulated him into getting what he wanted and soon Jeremy found himself rising above his ranks. He was talking to the popular kids, he was wearing more fashionable clothing and his once teenage bully was not practically his best friend. All he wanted now was her - his soulmate.

But apparently, that was too much to ask. 

 "What do you mean it might not be Christine?“ Jeremy questioned his Squip out loud in his bedroom where no one else could hear. His dad had gone out to get groceries (thankfully with pants) so the house was his for the time being. 

 "I’m saying,” the CPU stated, taking his physical form over to the end of the bed, “that soulmates are not the result of science, therefore I am unable to calculate who the particular human will be, given that there are roughly 7,500,000,000 people roaming the Earth at this given moment. It is very unlikely that your soulmate is Christine." 

 "But it has to be!” Jeremy interjected. “Soulmates have a bond, and I can feel that bond between us." 

 "You don’t even know her Jeremy.”

 "I don’t need to! When I close my eyes, I can picture us together, and we’re happy. Whenever I see her, I just want to kiss her and tell her how much I love her. I want her to tell me how much she needs me… I want to know that I’m her favourite person.“ Jeremy was soon lost in his own daydream and failed to notice that the Squip had suddenly taken interest. 

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Hell of A First Time

Pairing: Castiel x Sam x Dean x Virgin!Reader (no destiel, sastiel,or wincest–sorry!)

Word Count: 4.3k words of SIN

Warnings: it’s a threesome with dean as a voyeur. and the reader’s a virgin. lots of orgasms. and there’s oral. tada!

A/N: this is my first time writing a threesome, so be kind, friends!! feedback is so greatly appreciated!

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

You, Sam, Dean and Cas sat around the map table sharing a bottle of whiskey, celebrating another successful hunt. It was nights like these—full of laughter, jokes and telling stories—that you treasured most. Being a hunter pretty much ensured a short-lived life, so you always treasured the small moments of joy spent with your best friends.

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A Little Hair Pulling Goes a Long Way

Bucky x Reader

WC 1981

Summary You and Bucky are in a relationship and though the sex is wonderful, you want something more.

Warnings SMUT, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP. oh and always pee after sex. It’ll help you avoid UTIs), rough sex, dirty talk, bossy Bucky, hair pulling, ass slapping, swear words, drinking mimosas, Natasha getting hurt, uhhh… I think that’s it?


You were laying in bed, basking in post-coital bliss. Bucky was stroking your cheek with his thumb while his other hand rest lazily on your hip. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, rubbing your nose against his.

He sighed happily, “If I could spend every moment with you, like this, I’d die a happy man,” he declared.

You giggled, smacking him in the chest. “Oh, stop it,” you teased.

Leaning in for a kiss, you were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Bucky, you’ve got two minutes to get your ass out here or I’m coming in there. And I really don’t want to see you or Y/N in your birthday suits!” hollered Steve.

Rolling your eyes, you got up and threw on some clothes. Bucky did the same.

“10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1!” The door flew open.

You let out a shriek of surprise. Steve was standing there with his hands covering his eyes. “I warned you guys!”

“Jesus, Steve, what the fuck?” snapped Bucky. “We’re dressed!”

“Oh,” he replied, having the decency to look embarrassed. “Sorry about the door.”

You stood there with your mouth open. “How am I supposed to sleep like that?!”

“Uh…sleep in Bucky’s room until we get back.” He put on his Captain America face, “Bucky, let’s go. The others are waiting.” He began walking away and turned back, sheepishly, “I really am sorry about the door.”

You sighed as Bucky wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ll be back in a few days,” he reminded you, giving you a gentle kiss goodbye.

You entered into your room to pack a bag to take with you. Trudging your way to Bucky’s room, you unpacked and made yourself as comfortable as you could. It was late and you were calling it a night. You snuggled under the blankets and smiled, they smelled like him.

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