i would eat things off of him

some of my favorite silly plotlines from Scottish ballads
  • Small village thinks illicit whiskey stills are its biggest problem until raiders show up and trash their everything. Death, destruction, etc. Raiders find whiskey still, get lit, pass out. Villagers murder them. Peace restored. Whiskey is king.
  • Shepherd lad spots fair maid skinny-dipping. Fair maid pleads for her virtue and/or clothing. Shepherd lad is complete gentleman, escorts her home with clothing and virtue intact. Fair maid demands to know what she has to do to get laid around here.
  • Plucky heroine’s boyfriend goes to sea, fails to return. Plucky heroine dresses in drag and goes to find him. Plucky heroine discovers boyfriend happily married to someone else. Plucky heroine shoots his head right off.
  • Do Not Stop By The Local Weaver’s House, You Will Get So Pregnant, Like, Super Pregnant, I’m Not Kidding, This Has Been A Public Service Announcement.
  • Wealthy farmwife habitually searches her maidservants’ dorm for SIGNS OF MEN out of concern for their virtue. Maids less concerned for their virtue are having None Of It. Maids hide scarecrow in dorm, farm mistakes scarecrow for prowler, farmwife decapitates scarecrow. Farmwife believes herself a murderer. Maids now permitted to do as they please, virtue-wise. 
  • Idiot son sent to market to sell cow. Scheming lass seduces idiot son out of cow, pants, and even shoes.
  • Dad returns from business trip to find daughter Super Pregnant, demands to meet the man responsible. Dad takes one look at man responsible and tells daughter “okay, you’re off the hook, I would have banged him too.”
  • Handsome stranger bribes fair maid to leave town with him. Fair maid rejects various bribes until handsome stranger flat-out offers her money, which she accepts. Handsome stranger turns out to be, to no one’s great surprise, the actual devil. Fair maid regrets her life choices.
  • Gallant knight goes forth to slay dragon. Dragon eats knight, but has indigestion.

ETA: If anyone has been reblogging this and wants to know what the songs are, here is the list! Or if you’re too lazy to click things, The Devil Uisge Beatha + Shepherd Lad + Billy Taylor + Tae The Weaver’s Gin Ye Go + The Straw Man + Cow Song + Willie Winsbury + The Devil’s Courtship + Sir Eglamore

anonymous asked:

Ah chimchim! Could u please surprise Hobi with a kiss? ^^

Jimin: So Hobi and I usually go eat somewhere after class which would be around 10:00 or 11:00 and we are usually tired by then. Sometimes Hobi gets sleepy.

Jimin: It’s the cutest thing. he just getting sleepy while he eats.

Jimin: I got use to it and clean up. Take the food to go and carry his book bag.

Jimin: I then sneak a kiss and he wakes up and then we’re off and I drop him off to his dorm or he stay at my apartment and sleep. @ask-hoseokie

mercy

Genre: Angst

Length: 4.2k words

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Yoongi whispered.

I looked at him in disbelief. The tears that were threatening to fall soon enough shamelessly came and for a second I thought I felt my heart actually break. Deep down, I wanted everything to be a joke, I wanted this to be some sort of sick prank. But looking at Yoongi’s face, I knew it was far from that.

“Why did you do it?” I asked looking down. He stayed quiet, not daring to look at me, and after what felt like hours he took a deep breath.

“I honestly don’t know Y/N,” he began “I wasn’t thinking at all.” I let out a sob.. Wasn’t thinking? What does he mean he wasn’t thinking? Is he meaning to tell me that I didn’t cross his mind not once?

“I-It was more than just sex with her Y/N, as much as she seems to be bitch to everyone she isn’t bad. I don’t know what to do. I already lost so much by doing this.” He added as he turned to look at me.

My heart shattered. The only thing worse than getting cheated on is, having the person who cheated on you not wanting to fix it. We were invincible. Since I was 15 I vowed to commit to him and overcome any obstacles that life threw at us. Every fight we had was resolved by the end of the day because we never went to sleep mad at each other. But now, years later I never thought anything would change. And to be honest.. I was too naive to think this would last forever. Yoongi always had eyes for me, he always thought about me before he made a decision. Looking into the eyes of the love of your life and not seeing a spark anymore is heartbreaking. To feel like I was not worth fighting for anymore made me feel worthless.

“I love you Y/N, I still want you around.” Yoongi said breaking me out of my thoughts. “Even if we’re not together you will always be mine.” he added. My body went numb, my mind went blank. I looked at him and smiled. “I’ll never leave Yoongi.”

The next couple weeks were gloomy. Even though Yoongi never stopped talking to me, every night always ended with an argument, which resulted in him blocking me and ignoring me until he felt like talking to me again. Meanwhile I was constantly surrounded by a dark cloud that didn’t leave. I barely got out bed. And when I did, I would find any reason to go back to my hole of self pity. I didn’t eat much anymore and only got a couple hours of sleep at night. Constant thoughts attacked my mind telling me I wasn’t good enough to keep him, that he was better off without me, that I needed him. And as crazy as it sounds, I wanted him back more than anything. I wanted to have another chance to show that I can be a better girlfriend to him, better than her. I never asked about her. I didn’t want to know anything about her. The one girl who managed to make him do this. And from what I heard she wasn’t with Yoongi because she liked him. Anyone can tell she was just using him, but he was too blind to see that. She had him wrapped around her little finger and still slept with any guy she wanted, while Yoongi pretended that he didn’t know. And that’s what killed me.

It was around 10:30pm when Yoongi called. I mentally cursed at myself for answering so quickly, “Hey,” I said. “Hey babygirl, just wanted to hear your voice.” I could feel my face turn red and softly smiled at his words. “I miss you.” I said. For the next two hours we were on the phone and for once I was happy.

“Are you free tomorrow?” I ask. As much as I wanted to give him space, I wanted to see him.

I hear him heavily sigh and I already knew what was coming. “I’m sorry Y/N, I want to see you as much as you do but-” he mumbled. My heart sank and a feeling of sadness came over me. “Yeah I get it, she means more to you than I ever did.” I replied. “Please don’t start Y/N we were talking just fine.” he said.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “News flash, I haven’t been fine since you chose her over me, you only knew her for a week.”

“STOP. Y/N goddammit don’t fucking start again.” He yelled out. I could hear his breathing increase and I knew him well enough to know he was pissed.

“Why are you doing this to me huh Yoongi? Was I that fucking horrible to you that you had to do this to me?” I cried. Again tears rolled down my face and I started sobbing.

“I’m not dealing with this tonight.” He said and hung up.

Fucking asshole. That’s what he’s good at, ignoring me and running away from his problems. I dialed his number again hoping he could pick up but soon realized he blocked my number. I began to panic knowing very well I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight if he was ignoring me.

For the next hour I constantly called hoping he would unblock me but I had no luck. My sobbing increased and I began to feel suffocated in my apartment. I just wanted to run, I wanted to run until I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, I wanted to disappear. I knew I was pathetic doing this to myself. But I couldn’t help it, Min Yoongi destroyed me.

I couldn’t take being inside anymore and left my apartment to clear my head. It was almost midnight and although it wasn’t a good idea to be walking at this hour, I didn’t care. The night air made me shiver and I decided not to go very far considering it was cold. I walked to the gym right by my apartment and sat at the side of the building. I tried dialing Yoongi again, and sure enough he didn’t pick up. I put my phone back in my pocket and buried my face in my hands and cried. Why wasn’t I good enough for him anymore? Why am I still around for him begging him to come back when it’s not what he wants anymore? I was deeply in love with him to even think about moving on, and he knew that.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out this late crying.” A voice said, that made your head snap up.

My eyes met the face of a stranger, a very attractive stranger.

I quickly wiped my tears away and stood up backing away from him,  “Ahh I’m sorry” I replied flustered.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” I smiled at him. “That’s good to hear, but what could you possibly be doing out here this late?” I asked sarcastically.

He motioned toward the gym “I work here, on my break.”

I looked at him confused. “Isn’t it too late to for a gym to be opened?” I replied. 

“It’s opened 24/7, I work the night shifts.” He said. I nodded at him and sat back down.

“Now if you don’t mind me asking, why were you crying?” He asked.

I bit my lip and tried to come up with some random excuse. “Umm it’s just tha-” I started to say.

“Boyfriend troubles?” He blurted.   

I chuckled, “Something like that.”

“Mind telling me about it?” He asked.

I looked away sighing. “Honestly.. I’m not ready to talk about it just yet, but long story short he cheated on me.. and somehow I can’t let him go.”

“By the looks of you crying it seems like he doesn’t want the same.” He said.

“It’s.. complicated.” I answered, “He chose her but he still wants me around.”

He looked at me, “I know I barely met you but you shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of still being there for him. You’re worth more than that.”

Tears began forming and I nodded. We both sat in silence for what felt like forever until he stood and offered his hand to help me up.

“I hate to leave you alone but I have to get back to work.” He sadly said.

“Right, sorry.” I mumbled and began to make my way home.

“Before you go, I didn’t get your name” He said

“Oh right, it’s Y/N.” I answered.

He smiled at me, “Y/N, the name suits you.”

I laughed, “Thanks?”

“I’m Jimin by the way”

It was around three days later when Yoongi texted you.

“I miss you Y/N, I’m sorry about everything.”

I stared at the text for the longest time and debated on replying or not. And about an hour later I gave in and replied. This was a cycle, he always apologized after ignoring me for days, knowing I would be waiting. Dammit why was I so weak when it came to him? It was like he had me under a spell and I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Can I come over right now?” another text read.

I answered a quick yes and made my way to the shower so I can look like I wasn’t miserable the past few weeks. About 30 minutes later he was at the door.

“Hey babygirl.” He said smiling.

I felt my cheeks getting hot “Hey Yoongi.” I said while leading him inside.

He took off his jacket and shoes and made himself comfortable.

I laughed to myself thinking back to memories when Yoongi would come over right after work tired and fall asleep on my bed. Or back to the first summer of us dating when he would be at my house and we would watch stupid reality TV shows, eating pizza, and enjoying each other’s company. Back when I was his everything, back when we were invincible. The older we got, the more I thought things were getting better. We were becoming more mature and we both knew what we wanted. A future together. I never expected months later for that to suddenly change.

I snapped back to reality when Yoongi cleared his throat. “Listen, I’m really sorry about-”

I stopped him, “No don’t worry about it, it was my fault.” I said quietly.

His face softened “No I shouldn’t have ignored you.”

“It’s fine..really.” I answered.

He forced a smile, “H-how have you been?” He asked.

“It doesn’t matter honestly-”

“It does matter Y/N, even if you don’t believe it, I care so much.” He stated.

I started biting my nails, it was a really bad habit of mine. But whenever I get nervous I don’t know what else to do.

“You’re nervous.” He said.

I looked up embarrassed “I-I’m sorry.”

He cupped my face in hands and looked me in the eyes, “It’s me Y/N, your Yoongi don’t be nervous around me.”

He crashed his lips into mine and before I could process what was happening, I realized I was kissing him back. He deepened the kiss and before I knew it I was reaching to take his shirt off.

He stopped me. “Do you want this as bad as I do?”

I nodded and continued kissing him and led him to my bedroom.

I woke up hours later to the sound of Yoongi’s phone ringing. I groaned and nudged him to wake up to answer the phone. To my surprise however, he declined it. I shot him a confused look, “Shouldn’t you answer her?”

He shook his head, “I just want to enjoy our time together right now.” I smiled and he wrapped me in his arms. As much as I hate the situation we’re in, being with him is the only thing that can make me happy.

“I want to try and end things with her.”

My head snapped up at his sudden words, “Do you really?” I asked.

“I don’t know what I’m doing Y/N, I want to make things right for us so bad.”

“Yoongi, you know what to do to fix this.” I said softly.

He stayed quiet for a long time. I didn’t care though, just the simple words he said made me see that maybe just maybe.. it was worth waiting around for him. The sleepless nights, endless crying, everything could finally stop.

“I’m going to see her soon and I promise that I will fight for us.”

“Forever and always right?” I said.

“Forever and always.”

The next couple of days were a breeze. I managed to catch up on sleep which I’ve been so badly. I went out with friends after canceling so many times when I was down. Yoongi and I were talking just like before. I was happy. I knew it was going to take some time for us to get back together and I was happy to wait as long as he fought for us. Although I was waiting for the message informing me that he finally left her, I didn’t want to seem like I was pressuring him.

I was laying on my couch catching up on shows I’ve missed while eating ice cream, when I got a text from Namjoon asking to hang out. I smiled at myself and instantly replied telling him yes. My heart dropped suddenly remembering how much I have been shutting him out ever since this happened. Namjoon worked in the music industry and was extremely busy but he always made time for his best friend. We grew up together and he was always the one person I went to when I needed someone. Namjoon always acted like an older brother to me, a very overprotective brother I must add. When I first started dating Yoongi you can bet he didn’t approve, but as time passed he eventually accepted him. I instantly felt a wave of guilt realizing I hadn’t even told him about what happened between Yoongi and I. He knew me well enough to know that there’s something wrong just by the look on my face. I debated with myself on calling him and telling him that something came up, but I knew that would only make it worse- I never canceled on Namjoon, no matter how busy I was. Even though I wanted to avoid talking about it, I knew I had to tell my best friend. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my phone buzz besides me.

“Let’s go to dinner then? Usual place :)” the text read. I laughed to myself knowing that no matter how more successful he got, he still loved our tradition of going out for a greasy slice of pizza and a beer. I sent a quick reply and dashed to the shower to start getting ready. “Goodness Y/N what are you going to tell Namjoon?” I thought to myself. I knew I couldn’t keep this from him, he would only blame himself saying he wasn’t there enough. I quickly put together an outfit and applied makeup to look a bit more alive. Thirty minutes later, I was finally ready and out the door to my car. Well…it’s now or never.

I got to our favorite pizza place and ordered food for the both of us. Namjoon was always late, even if it was something really important. Ever since we were kids he had a habit of showing up late. I didn’t mind though and took our food to an empty table. I occupied myself with my phone and it wasn’t until 15 minutes later that he finally got here. “Y/N I’m so glad to see you!” Namjoon happily says. My face lights up and I immediately give him the biggest hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” I say as we both sit down, “I know I’m so sorry I’ve been so busy.” He replies with a slight frown on his face. I shot him a look, “Don’t worry, I understand just don’t forget about your best friend.”

“Never will” He says while taking a bite of his food.  I smiled and started eating, “So how’s work been?” “Tiring, busy, you name it.. I don’t care much since I’m doing something I love.” He happily replied.

“I’m proud of you and I’m so glad to hear that.” I say while taking a sip of my soda.

For the next hour we talked about memories when we were younger and catching up with each other. I completely forgot about what has been going on with me since I was so happy being with my best friend. That is, until the dreaded question came.

“So how are things going with Yoongi?” He curiously asked. My face instantly dropped and I frowned. “F-Fine, we are doing fine.” I quietly answered.

Namjoon raised his eyebrow at me and scanned my face long and hard, “You’re not telling me the truth.” He stated. I didn’t answer him and instead looked down and started biting my nails.

“You’re nervous Y/N what’s wrong?” At this point I felt the tears forming in my eyes and I felt like I was going to barf all the food I had just ate. I didn’t want to tell him, but at the same time I did. My heart was racing and my head felt like it was going to explode.

“Y/N what the hell happened?” He asked again. I sighed, “I just… we broke up but we’re trying to work things out.”

“Why did you guys break up?” He quickly asked.

“I don’t know.” I lied. I gulped hoping he would believe me but I knew there was no way he would. If I told him what Yoongi did, Namjoon would not let me anywhere close to him.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N.” I could tell he was losing patience.

“Namjoon-” I began.

“Tell.ME.”

“He cheated on me.” I murmured avoiding to meet his gaze.

Silence. For a while there was just silence. I refused to look up and say anything else. I was embarrassed, scared, I felt pathetic.

My head shot up when I heard Namjoon chuckle. I looked at him confused not knowing what to say, I met his eyes and boy was he pissed.

“You’re telling me that you’re willing to make things work with him again?” He rhetorically asked.

“I know you’re upset and I don’t blame you for it, but I’m willing to stay until he leaves her.” I mumbled.

His eyes widened and his face turned red, “LEAVES HER? You mean he left you for some girl? And you’re still around?” He started yelling.

Tears started falling down my face “Please don’t be upset.” I choked out.

He snorted, “Upset? Nope. I’m furious. It’s taking everything I have not to leave right now and kill that bastard.”

“Namjoon-”

“No Y/N, I am not going to let you sit there and stick around until he decides to fucking value you. You deserve to find happiness and all he is doing is causing you pain.” I didn’t say anything and instead stayed quiet. He stood up and led me out the restaurant. “Let’s get you home.”

I nodded and followed him out, the cold air hit me as soon as we got out the door and I immediately regretted not bringing a sweater with me. I looked down on my phone and I saw missed calls from Yoongi. I bit my lip in confusion considering he never calls me. I decided I’d get back to him once I got home.

We made it to my car and I looked up at my best friend. Disappointment was written all over his face and I took a deep breath.

“Can we please talk tomorrow Y/N? I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“Of course. I’m sorry for ruining our night.”

He gave me a sympathetic look, “Stop, I haven’t been around much and I’m sorry for that. I promise I’ll be there more regardless of my job. I need to protect my best friend.”

I smiled at him, “Love you Joonie, get home safe?”

“Text me once you’re home alright?” He added while opening my car door.

“I will,” I said while giving him the biggest hug.

As soon as I stepped into my apartment I dialed Yoongi before doing anything else. To my surprise he didn’t answer and I frowned. I quickly sent him a text and got ready for bed. As I was just about to close my eyes, my phone rang. Groaning, I reached over and picked up without even checking who it was.

“Hello?” I groggily say.

“Y/N are you up?” The other person said and I instantly knew the voice.

“I was just about to fall asleep Yoongi, but what’s up?” I replied.

He sighed, “Can we talk?”

I frowned at the sound of his voice, “uh sure.”

“I’ll be at your place in 10 minutes.” And with that, he hung up.

Before I knew it there was knocking on the door and I immediately got up to open the door.

Yoongi looked tired, saddened, and just… different. He awkwardly walked in with his head down and I knew something was wrong. My stomach dropped, “What’s wrong Yoongi?” I whispered and reached out to hold his hand. He flinched and pulled back without looking up at me.

He let out a deep breath, “I’m sorry Y/N.”

And that’s when my world came crashing down again.

The sound of rain against my window helped distract me from my endless thoughts of pure emptiness. I continued to play with the food that I didn’t even bother to eat and sat in silence.

It had been weeks that I had a decent meal, much less smiled. I debated many times calling Namjoon, but I always fought against that thinking he was too busy. He checked in a couple times over text but I was good at feeding him lies on how I was okay. Although he was my best friend, I just didn’t want to burden him again.

The day Yoongi came, I knew he changed his mind about coming back to me. He still texted though, and I knew that I was hurting myself way more by still sticking around. Soon enough text messages came almost once a week and I could  tell he was distancing himself. What made things worse was that he flaunted his new relationship on social media, and that hurt more than anything. Yoongi was never one to brag about someone, unless the person meant a lot to him.

I was laying on my bed after coming home from a night with my friends and I was happy considering I haven’t felt this alive for about three months. I tried my best to shut the thought of him out of my head and I did what I thought was best… move on. I constantly told myself that nothing will bring me back to how I was when I was so low and needed to be strong. I was getting ready for bed and I checked my phone one last time before I decided to sleep.

And that was a big mistake. My heart dropped as I paused on a post Yoongi had uploaded of them together. I felt my throat close and tears well up in my eyes, fuck. Why the hell does this shit affect me so much? Before I knew it I was sobbing and all the feelings I was trying to avoid came rushing back. Without thinking I threw some shoes on and ran out my front door not caring how loud I slammed it. I was halfway down the street when I realized I forgot my phone and I sighed. I quickly figured I didn’t need it and continued walking. I eventually made it to the spot next to the gym I always came too and sat down breathing in the cool air. My mind began to wander and my thoughts were interrupted by a cough next to me. I shot my head up and met Jimin’s face. “Haven’t seen you in awhile.” He says. “Almost thought you got back with him.” He added. I looked away not responding, it’s almost pathetic how bad I wish that was what happened.

I heard him awkwardly sit next to me and from the corner of my eye I can see he was thinking on what to say next.  

“Please don’t feel sorry for me” I mumble while trying to blink the tears forming in my eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

“Honestly? No. I don’t. I want everything to be okay with us, I want things to be how they were back then. I want him to be happy with just me.” I admitted. “Do you know how stupid I feel? How pitiful I look?”

“You’re not stupid for wanting that, you have every right to feel all these emotions. But Y/N please don’t let him have so much control over you. He’s not worth it.” He grabbed my face and made me look at him, “Please Y/N.” He pulled me in for a hug and just as I was about to answer him a deep voice beat me to it.

“What the hell is going on?”

I panicked quickly getting up and moving away from Jimin. “Yoongi?” I practically yelled.

Shit.


author’s note: ahhh i really hope you guys liked it! I am not confident in my writing yet but i’m getting there! i wrote this after my relationship fell apart, and although I’m still getting over it, writing makes me feel so much better. 

Every Other Weekend pt. 9

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,777

Warnings: divorce, angst, cheating, language, violence (not overly described) some fluff (at the beginning)

A/N: TAGGING IS CLOSED. all i gotta say is…. FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. and i grow more and more in love with this story with every part i write. i will be so sad when it’s over.

Tagged: @all-around-geek @frolicsomefawkes @awwtommo @courtneychicken @lorenaheartsyou @irepeldirt @tardisin221bst @ok-ladies-lets-get-in-formation @elegantnightmareshiro @stomachfilledwithbutterflies @demongodess @buckyb-avengers @panda-reads-stuff @basse53 

Part 8

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Originally posted by honey-hany

“He’s your son, Bucky!” You screamed into the phone, walking out the front door. The kids were down for a nap. And you didn’t want to wake them. “They’re both your kids. You can’t just keep putting them off. That’s beyond unfair to them.”

“I don’t have time this week. I have a mission.”  His voice was flat.

“That I understand but you prepare for these things extensively. You knew you were going to be busy. And you waited for the night before to tell me?”

“They pushed it up.” His voice still held no emotion.

“Pretty soon he’s going to stop wanting to spend time with you. Don’t cry to me when that happens. You brought this upon yourself.” You shook your head and ended the phone call. He had some guts to act like that.

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Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook (M) pt.03

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Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut plot!

Word Count: 7,380

~ I know I am an awful human, sorry I took so long to update this. Hope you all enjoy anyway! ♡ 

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    “Was he big?”

I brushed through my tangled hair, my comb getting caught in the knots. I watched Bitsy through the mirror of my vanity. She was sitting crossed legged on my bed, eyes wide with curiosity.

  “Let the poor girl breathe Bitsy,” Coco said stepping out of the bathroom. She had a towel over her head, drying off her wet hair.

   “I can’t! I knew they were fucking but no one believed me.” I tried to hold in my laugh but I couldn’t once Coco started laughing. I couldn’t keep the secret from them forever; especially, not after I came home with melted ice cream and visible hickeys. Bitsy shouted in victory after my confession and would not stop asking me questions about it all. “Did he last long?”

Coco threw one of my bed pillows at her face, shutting her up. We were all getting ready to go next door. Like Jungkook had said, Jimin and Hobi had come by the house, shortly after me, to invite us over. Convincing us mainly because they swore Jin was the best cook and we simply could not live life without tasting his food.

   “Okay, I have this one? What do you think?” Mina walked in, holding up a blouse she brought from her room. We all turned to look at it, it was a mixture of light blues and rosy pinks. 

   “Isn’t it too thin? Your nips are gonna show through.” I asked looking over at Bitsy. We were trying to find her something to wear because she wanted to look good since it was obvious to everyone that the invitation was for her and Jimin.

    “You say it like it’s a bad thing (Y/n).” Bitsy joked, extending her hands out for Mina to toss her the shirt.

We all started getting ready once we had our clothes sorted out. We took turns and fought over hair products. It wasn’t anything big to which he had to get all dressed up but they had caught us off guard yesterday; looking tired from the road and dressed like street walkers. I took the chance to do some light makeup, not wanting to make it too obvious that I was wearing any. Only wearing some basic black denim jeans, a white v neck, and my thin green bomber jacket. There was music blasting throughout the whole house as we finished up getting ready.  Almost two hours later, everyone was done and ready to go.

   “Should we go in through the front or back door?” Emi asked and she slipped on her shoes. We all stood in the hall giving glances at each other.

   “Well, their living room is in the front of the house. I guess we should go through there.” I said adjusting my thin jacket and checked myself in the mirror one more time.

   “Oh? So you’ve been in the house already (Y/n)?” Emi gasped playfully. I chose to ignore the comment, cursing myself for letting that slip. They had told us to come by around 7 and we showed up just twenty minutes after.

  

    “Hey, girls! Come on in.” Hobi smiled brightly as he stood back, letting us through the front door. As I walked in, the first thing I smelled was food. My stomach growled instantly, making me remember, that I hadn’t eaten since the morning. Hoseok heard the obnoxious noise and laughed, patting my shoulder as he passed me. “The food should be ready soon.”

Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi and Yoongi were in the living room; keeping us company. While Jin and Namjoon were in the kitchen setting everything up for dinner. I seamlessly tried to spot Jungkook from my spot on the couch. I could not see him or hear him in the kitchen with the others. 

    “He’s still getting dressed.” I turned my head to Yoongi, who was sitting closest to me. He was scrolling through his phone like he had been doing the whole ten minutes. I stared at him, wondering if I should respond. My cheeks were heating up, slightly embarrassed that I made it obvious. Before I could think to play it cool, the door beside the couch opened and out walk Jungkook. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His entire upper half exposed and dripping in warm water from his shower. We all turned to look at him as he acted surprised to see us here ‘so soon’. 

    “My bad. I just took a quick shower.” He said deciding to not look in my direction. The rest of the girls were very obviously starstruck by his body form but that wasn’t his intention. He was very proudly showing off the bites and scratches I had left on his chest to both of our friends. My face deeply flushed from embarrassment and anger. He was such a little twat. Everyone turn to look at me, with mouths slightly hung open. I bit my lip and looked down at my phone, praying for the food to be ready soon. “Food smells good,” Jungkook said, strolling off happily into his room.

Before anyone could think to question me about anything; Jin came into the room to invite us all to the table. Everyone took their seats, leaving the seat across from me empty, where Jungkook would sit once he was dressed. We began to eat quietly without him, making small talk amongst ourselves. Jin, being the cook, sat that the head of the table and watched all of us serve the food he had prepared. He seemed very excited and confident for us to taste his food for the first time, he made sure that we tried a little bit of everything. It was delicious obviously, I expected nothing but the best from Jin since walking in through the front door and smelling the food. Jin began telling us about his culinary classes and how he had begun cooking from his mother. In the middle of his story, Jungkook walked out of his room dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans basically, looking fine as hell. Everyone, including me, had stopped listening to Jin for a second just to watch his casually sit down in front of me.

    “So there I was, waiting for the man to give me my order of chicken wings,” Namjoon said with his mouth full. He was trying to speak and chew at the same time without making a mess. “The guy finally comes out with my order and hands it to me. Do you know what he said to me?”

     “My god, Namjoon it was three years ago!” Yoongi groaned shaking his head. Namjoon shushed him and continued dramatically with his story.

    “Both of our hands on the bucket of chicken, eyes locked and he said; ‘Arigatō’ !?” He yelled, tossing his hands in the air before pouting his lips. Jin rolled his eyes and Yoongi shook his head once more.

    “It’s true! I was there and saw the whole thing!” Hobi yelled from across the table, backing up Namjoon’s story.

    “I mean, we don't’ even look Japanese!” I could hear Bitsy giggling next to me and I quickly elbowed her. I know she was only laughing because Namjoon was such a passionate speaker with a lot of hand movements but still.

     “Well, that was ignorant,” Mina said patting Namjoon’s back since he had gotten himself all worked up with the story telling.

    “Some people just think they know it all.” I shrugged after swallowing my food. A quiet chuckle was heard throughout the table. It was uncalled for and everyone glanced at Jungkook; who had not said a word the entire time. “What?” I asked him directly.

I was legitimately confused on why he was laughing as we all seemed to be. He looked up me, making eye contact for the first time throughout the night. Immediately I recognized the look in his eyes, that cocky, arrogant look he wore when he used his smart mouth.

    “Nothing,” He smirked looking down at his food. He paused as if he was debating on if he should say what was on his mind. “It’s just funny hearing that from you.”

Everyone stopped moving, stopped chewing, probably stopped breathing, and I was pissed. Joking or not he should know that saying in front of everyone else would not be a smart move. We weren’t in a bedroom behind closed doors, this wasn’t cute and I wasn’t having it.

    “What is that supposed to mean?” I said putting my fork down on the plate. I didn’t take my eyes off of him but he ate normally.

    “Exactly what it sounds like (Y/n).” He shrugged looking down at his phone.
I decided for the sake of Jin and his hard work that went into making this dinner, I would bite my tongue and let Jungkook’s comment slide. After the awkwardness had passed, Coco had started talking about some random thing. Though I could not get over Jungkook’s unusually behavior. While eating I felt my phone vibrated in my pocket, I would have ignored it but for some reason, I didn’t. I pulled it out of my pocket, keeping it low on my lap so no one would notice. A message from an unsaved number that I didn’t recognize.

Play along with the argument so we can get out of here.

I looked up to his Jungkook’s eyes on me. He nodded his head gently, confirming that this was him texting me. How he got my number out of nowhere, I have no idea but his plan was clear.

You storm out and go home alone. I’ll go lock myself in my room after you leave.

    “So I then realized that I had left my bag on the bus,” Jimin said making everyone laugh. I left my phone on my lap just in case Jungkook needed to tell me anything else.

     “He was running around saying, ‘Lost my bag! Lost my bag!’.” Yoongi laughed; clapping his hands hysterically.

    “We kept losing things on that trip, now that I think about it,” Namjoon said taking a sip of his water.

    “I know. We even lost Taehyung!” Hobi yelled, standing up at the table dramatically.

    “Hey! I chose to be lost.” Taehyung explained. “It’s a beautiful thing being lost in a foreign country.”

Then they began to argue with Taehyung about his crazy sense of adventure. How many times he had gone off on his own without telling anyone anything. Most of us were finished eating by this time and some of us were even going for a second plate. I decided to grab just a bit more for the sake of staying at the table longer. Jungkook was eating rather slow, he still had a plate full and Yoongi next to him seemed to notice. Yoongi leaned in whispering something under his breath but Jungkook only nodded in response.

“The point of the story is: When someone tells you to ‘get lost’; you might actually want to try it because it’s wonderful.” Taehyung finally said, stopping everyone from arguing. The boys agreed to disagree and called it a day for that conversation. But I had something else in mind.

    “It’s surprising that Jungkook didn’t lose anything.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I mean, being the youngest, I could imagine you guys had to baby him the entire trip.” Taehyung and Jimin both began to laugh, looking over to Jungkook for a response.

     “I’m not a baby (Y/n). You of all people should know that.” He challenged, placing his hands down from the plate. I took my elbows off the table and shrugged.

    “I don’t know. From what I’ve seen there some parts of you that still need growing.” I heard Hobi choke on his drink at my words. That could have been a low blow from my side but it was the only response I could think of. Jungkook laughed looking away from me, obviously stung by my comment. He caught sight of everyone staring at him and he ran his tongue over his teeth.

     “I sure didn’t hear this complaining last night.” I wanted to laugh at everyone’s reaction, it was priceless, but I needed to maintain the image of us actually fighting.

     “Well, you probably couldn’t hear me from all the noise you were making.” Even Yoongi, who wasn’t easily entertained had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing.

    “Okay, okay,” Namjoon said before Jungkook could respond. “That’s enough you two.” While Namjoon was giving his reasons for not going back and forth, my phone lit up from a text.

Chill, will ya? You’re roasting me.

“We should all keep personal matters off the table. We all just came to have a good time, right?” Jungkook completely ignored Namjoo’s words of wisdom and continued with the plan.

    “It would be easier to do that if (Y/n) wasn’t such a drama queen about everything.” Jungkook really just wanted to get off the topic of sex. That was such a random insult but I had to go along with it.

    “Oh! I’m the drama queen?” I said sitting up in my chair. “Jungkook you are literally a 6-year-old in a 19-year-old’s body.”

    “Well, I rather be that, than be a priss who thinks she better than everyone around her.” Ouch. Okay, I had that one coming, I guess.

    “Don’t call me a priss because I know my worth and it’s not anything you can afford!” We might have been fake fighting but my voice was driven by actually rage and adrenaline rush.

    “Trust me (Y/n), it’s not a price difficult to get for free.” Even I was taken back by the comment.  His own tone was very believable if I hadn’t known any different. I heard a few gasps around the table but I didn’t see who because my eyes were locked on him.

    “Are you implying that I’m easy?” I was actually shaking from anger. The heat of arguing was taking over my body and there was no way anyone would think this was fake.
“You know what!?” I finally said, tossing the napkin I just used to whip my mouth with. “I’m going home.”

    “No, come on (Y/n). He didn’t mean it like that.” Namjoon said looking over to Jungkook for him to apologize. He continued to stuff his mouth with food as I scooted my chair and stood up looking at him.  He looked up at me, meeting my eyes and chewed his food waiting for me to leave. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair.

   “We should go too…” Emi said looking at the other girls. They all nodded and Bitsy gave Jimin an apologetic look.

    “No,” I said placing my hand on her shoulder. “ I want to be alone.”
I thanked Jin for having me and for the food before I made my way out the door. I stepped outside, the temperature had gotten cooler and the jacket felt just right around me. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I unlocked it to look at the text.

Keep your window unlocked, and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

A stupid smirk tugged at my lips, and I bit my thumb to hide it before I ran back home. I opened the front door and quickly kicked my shoes off and pushed them aside. I walked to my room and into the bathroom, where I grabbed the flower-scented lotion, Coco left in there and applied it to the exposed parts of my skin. I cleaned up some of my runny makeup and added lip balm to my tinted lips. I brushed my teeth once again like I had before leaving. Finished up by ruffling my hair in the mirror for some volume and pushed up my breasts in my bra, also for some volume. Once I thought I looked okay, I walked out to realize my room was a fucking mess from all of us getting ready in here. I threw some makeup products into random drawers and the scattered clothes on my bed into the bin in the corner. I made sure the window was unlocked and cracked it open just a bit for some fresh air. I could see Jungkook’s room with its light on but I could not see any sign of him. I took that as a chance to keep fixing things up before he came at my window.
I light one of my scented candles to freshen up the room a bit before I turned to my drawer. I peeked under my shirt and took a look at the bra I had on, wondering if I should change out of it. I dug through the drawer and came across one of my favorite pair of panties. They were a light color of gray with a darker shade laced around it, that would match perfectly with the dark bra I had on already.

     “Are those for me baby?” Startled I snapped my head towards the window, where Jungkook stood outside of and looked in. I placed my underwear back in the drawer and shut it while he pushed the window up wide. I watched as he pushed himself up and climbed through it effortlessly. I sucked in some air as his biceps flexed with strength and felt myself grow eager already to have those arms around me. Jungkook pushed his hair aside and stood tall with a smirk on his face. He walked closer, giving me no time to react to his hold. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. I could smell his hair from its wash earlier in the night. “Getting ready for me, huh?” He smiled and bit his lip at me. He brushed his nose against my cheek, surely smelling the lotion I applied.

   “Just wanted to make a good impression, is all,” I whispered before pressing my lips against his. I hooked my arm around his neck as he pressed me into his body. His hand moved down to cup my ass from my core.

    “Fuck… you’re so hot when you’re angry.” He groaned pulling away for a moment. His eyes were black and lips blushed red, he looked so fuckable.
I pulled him back down by his collar, tasting his lips on my tongue. I led him backward to the bed, stumbling on his own feet he fell back onto it. I took the moment to peel my top off and unbutton my jeans. Jungkook’s eyes locked on my chest as he dragged me onto his thighs. With my legs on either side of him; he pulled my waist close to his, and ran his hands tenderly over my skin. He gripped my waist tightly, pushing me down beside him flat on my back. I yelped a small breath at the fall and he was quick to began to remove my jeans. They were tight and he had to slowly pull them off. Taking them off my foot he let his hands caress back up my leg; along with his eyes eating up my figure.  
I sat up and met him with my mouth, pulling him to hover over me. He kissed down my lips to the hot spots of my neck. My hands were tightly holding and pulling on the thin material of his shirt. The skin underneath was shaped by muscle but also soft and tempting. I had him remove his shirt, showing to me his body that shivered under my hands.

   “Fuck me Jungkook.” I groaned softly taking him by surprise. I didn’t admit that the fake arguing we did had me wet the whole dinner. Watching how his lips talked back to me when he had been eating me out with that same mouth only hours before. It was frustrating in an insanely hot annoying kind of way.
He was sucking on the skin of my covered breasts, while his hand cupped my heat through my soaked panties. My belly was tensed but he mouth eased me into his hand; soon my hips following their urge for him. My body seemed much more lust driven than usual. I wanted him already and couldn’t find it in me to wait. He reached back up to my lips; his lips were wet by saliva while I ran my tongue over his mouth. My hand fell down to his torso, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers. I pulled his hips closer to mine, the rough material of his jeans brushed against my laced underwear. He groaned a chuckle,  glancing my way under his dark lashes. 

    “All right then…” Jungkook leaned up and began to unbuckle his belt. He started me straight in the eyes, the look making the blood in my body rush. I squirmed in his gaze and he noticed, his eyes trailed down to my thighs that were shut tightly and trembled on the bed. “Come here, kitten.”

The name made violent goosebumps form all around my body. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me off the bed slightly; with the other hand he yanked off my panties. I had my hands on his shoulders with nowhere else to hold him from. He rolled his hard crotch onto my folds teasingly. My bra pressed against his chest, our hips grinding into the mattress. I struggled to keep my eyes shut at the pressure he was rubbing into my naked clit. I was feeling him under his boxers, feeling how my drenched pussy slid on his cock.

    “You want it, right?” Jungkook asked while he nibbled on my neck. I whimpered and gave a weak nod, letting my head hang back, with my eyes shut. He suddenly bit down on my neck hard and dropped me back onto the bed. I looked up at him as I had lost contact with his crotch. “Answer me.”

    “Y-yes.” I gulped a dry lump in my throat, thirsting for more. His voice was controlling and relentless when he spoke. Jungkook seemed pleased with my answer and moved to pushed down the remainder of his clothes. His erection slapped against his lower abdomen; my clit throbbed at the sight of it. He didn’t hesitate to grab his length in his fist, tugged at it as he spoke.

    “Get on all fours.” I let go of him all at once to do as he said. “And take that bra off too.”

Tossing the bra to the floor, I positioned myself as he told me. On my hands and knees facing away from Jungkook and my body on display for him. His hands gently touched the side of my thigh, moving up and following the curves of my ass to the dip of my back. It was a simple touch that drove me insane, it was hungry but still without rush. He added a bit of pressure to my lower back, making me arch it down to raise my bottom to where he wanted it. I could feel my folds spread open, soaked and hot, the more I leaned down. Jungkook groaned to himself as he kept running his hands over my ass.

    “What was it you said at dinner?” He teased. He moved onto his knees and was right behind me now. I could feel him there as he fondled my ass cheeks. “Remind me, will you (Y/n)?”

    “Jungkook please-” I shut my mouth by his hand coming down on one of my cheeks; not hard but enough to cut me off and listen to him.

    “No.” He rubbed my skin under his palm as if to apologize. “That pretty mouth should watch what comes out of it.” His other hand ran down my inner thigh, so closer to my core he could surely feel the heat radiating from it. The taunting action made me throw my ass back, hoping to get him to touch me. All I earned was another smack to the same cheek. “You listening, (Y/n)?”

    “Yes! Yes, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even keep his serious voice on, he chuckled at my anguished body. His cold hands suddenly touched my burning core, causing me to squeal at the feeling. He had two fingers from the dripping point of my entrance to my swollen clit, adding hard pressure the entire way down.

    “All that fighting must have turned you on, huh?” I bit on my lip after taking in a shaky breath, he slipped two of his fingers inside of me. “You’re practically dripping already.”

Just as quick as they went in, he pulled them out and replaced them with something much better and bigger. He was leaned over my back, holding my hips steady, as I struggled to keep myself up. Jungkook eased in, taking time in stretching me out with each thrust, before picking up a pace. There was always a bit quick pause when he was all the way in, feeling my walls wrapped around him perfectly. He was lighting my insides on fire, with the way his cock pulsed already so hard in me. Small moans were trapped in my mouth and I grabbed onto to anything near me.

Covered in my arousal, Jungkook’s hunger took over and he slammed his hips into me. A yelp left my mouth while his hands gripped my waist tightly. He pulled me back onto his cock with each thrust making it that much harder. My heart began to pound like his hips into me. My eyes shut, imagining how good he must look fucking me from behind  Mouth shut tight and eyes blown into darkness in a lust driven state, and every muscle in his body working and sweating. His fingers were digging into my skin while my nails were on the brink of tearing the pillow. I wanted to turn, to look at his face plastered with pleasure but I could barely support it myself.

     “Oh fuck! Jungkook…” He was hitting spots so deep within me that I couldn’t even see right. I could feel myself drip onto my thigh every time he pulled out. Jungkook grunted and slowed his pace when I moved down from my hands to my forearms. My walls throbbed around him and I leaned my head against my supporting pillow. Jungkook shoved himself inside me roughly, leaning in close to me. His hand cupped my jaw and brought my face upwards,

    “Head up, baby girl.” He held onto my jaw and left sloppy kisses along my cheek. I whined as he continued to deeply thrust, my legs were weak and shaking to give out any moment. Jungkook held my waist once again and leaned his arm against the headboard.

    “There! Fuck, right there.” He was pushing himself from a higher angle, hitting my g spot repeatedly. The bed was making a loud thumping sound against the wall, and his skin was slapping on my mine. His hips pounding into me without rest, his cock was fucking my walls raw. My abdomen was contracting from the please that tingled through my blood rushing veins. My soft moans turned into harsh cries and I gripped his arm around my waist. I just wanted to keep his hands on me as he drove me into pleasure and beyond bliss. My climax was starting to build in the deepest parts of me while he started to slow back down. His breath was at its extreme, slowly guiding his cock in and out of me, trying to maintain himself from coming anytime soon.

    “Fuck…” He both groaned and cursed as he pulled himself completely out of me. I sighed and whined for the loss of connection. I was going to recover enough for me to ask if he was alright but he didn’t give me a chance.
He grabbed my arm and hip to push over onto my back; finally letting my body resting in the comfort of the mattress. I could look at him now, he was hot and bothered as I imagined. His hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat and parts of his skin were flushed pink. Jungkook was regaining his strength, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Even out of breath I managed to kiss him back, his hand cupped my breast and tugged lightly at my harden nipple. He moved his head down, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. I ran my hand through his locks of hair, pushing them away from his forehead but still holding him close. I hummed at the sensation of his teeth softly grazing at the sensitive skin. My body squirming under his weight and at the empty feeling in my insides. He ran his hand down my side and looked up at me from underneath his lashes. A look like that could kill.

Jungkook removed himself from my chest, the air hitting my wet skin made my nipple ache from its harden form. He bit his lip down at me as I raised my knee to his waist, hoping to bring his attention back to my needy core. He grabbed the back of my knee in each hand, dragging me down closer to him, my ass his thighs and he began to scoot off the bed. I tried not to giggle as he brought me to the edge of the bed and kneeled down onto the floor. I leaned up on my elbows to get a better view of him, he watched me but his eyes were glued to my folds as soon as he spread my legs.

    “So pink and tight…” He used his thumb to spread my lips wide, scraping past my clit and making me jump. His eyes flickered up to me and a smirk appeared on his lips as he dampened them with his tongue. He leaned in closer, blowing cool air at the heated area and watched me squirm under him. Jungkook chuckled lowly under his breath, thumbing my clit and watching the effect it had on me. There was barely any pressure but the light touch was sending small shocks through my lower half. My hips pushed into the mattress and locked still to keep from moving. It was a small heating sensation when he quickened his pace, I leaned my head back and shut my eyes to take in the sensitivity.

My mouth shot open when he let go of my folds and ran his tongue over them, so close but not closer enough to where I wanted to feel him the most. My thighs shook as he dug his tongue at my clit harshly; he was flicking at it with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his mouth around it. My hips bucked into his pretty face and the slurping sounds he was ringing in my ears. He was holding onto my ankle, that hung off the bed; while my other foot was digging into his shoulder.

    “Ah! Fuck…”  I watched how it tongue stuck out of his pink lips, how he moved his jaw to create an amazing speed. He ran his mouth lower and began to lap at the juices that flowed from my entrance. I shut my mouth and whimpered, he placed his hand on my thigh moved closer.

    “So good…” Jungkook hummed. Bring his hands up to my tight entrance, he pushed one in and continued to suck at my skin. I had to sit up; I had to take in such a perfect view. I pushed his hair out of the way, gripping it tightly at the top of his head. He rubbed his mouth into my heat while that single finger gave me something to clenched around. He groaned at my grasping walls, knowing very well that I could take much more. Without warning, Jungkook pushed in two other fingers, stretching me out far more so suddenly. I pulled at his hair as he ruthlessly pumped them in; giving no time to adjust to the change. My chest was rising excessively while my stomach tensed and twitched every time his fingers disappeared in me. He sucked and pulled at my clit, completely determined to push me over the edge. His longest finger kept brushing against my sweet stop and the next time going in, I rolled my hips and he hit it dead on.
I pushed his face into my pussy when he tried to lift his head up to look at me. I could feel him smirk on me but I felt too good to care. I couldn’t keep my body still from all of the hot blood running through my body. My hips were bucking at the perfect pace to feel him the best, we created this rhythm that was driving me to my climax. The heat was building up in my core, making my breath shorten, and muscles tense.

    “That’s it, baby.” My nails dug into his scalp and I trembled over him. A loud, breathless scream left my mouth as the pleasure convulsed through my body. Falling back onto the mattress, my leg locked over his head while he kept pumping his fingers through my orgasm.

    “Jungkook…” My legs quivered as I moved them away from him, but he was running his tongue over me. I barely had any strength to move away from him. I tried to push his head away as the over-stimulation was starting to hurt. Cries left my mouth and my body was twitching as I yanked at his hair.

He came up with a big smile plastered on his face. He crawled up to kiss me before I had the chance to scold him on his overplay. Is lips tasted like a sweet combination of the both of us, that I couldn't’ help but enjoy his mouth on mine.

    “I could eat you out all night.” All was forgiven since his words had made me blushed; he smiled wide and child-like at my embarrassment. I shied away from his face as he kissed my cheek and stroked my back. He grabbed a hold of me and pushed me up the bed once more. “Lay on your side.”

Jungkook laid right behind me as if we were going to spoon for the night. I turned my head to meet his and he leaned in to lock his lips with mine. His cock was resting behind my thighs and he ran his hand up to lift my leg up. I kept it up, bent at the knee as he took a hold of his cock and ran it between my soaked folds. His hot breath tickled my neck as he groaned, I reached down and ran my hand over his drenched cock, guiding him to my wet cunt.
My head rested over his shoulder, his mouth was brushing against my cheek. The head of his dick pushed through my entrance, slowly feeling the stretched all the way into my stomach. He wrapped his arm around my waist, shoving his chest into my back and ass against his crotch. His grip was strong as he began to push in and out of me; I held onto his arm and leaned my head back. The position was amazing it made my back arch like a cat, and I couldn’t stop, my spot he was hitting it. He was thrusting hard and slow, deep thrusts that scratched at my next orgasm. His cock was painfully hard, I could feel it twitch every time my walls pulsed around it.

    “Fuck baby…” Jungkook choked on his grunt. His hand ran over my skin, making it way up to my breasts that were bouncing to his hips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

My breathing was heavy and so was his against my ear. I reached up to grab his face wanting to look at him. I sometimes forgot just how handsome he was, with his bottom lip between his teeth, revealing the tiny mole he had there. His perfect brows and eyes were creased in concentration and pure bliss. I cupped his cheek and his eyes opened at my touch. It was a strange moment where we stared into each others eyes, something we hadn’t really done before. There were lust and desire but I was afraid to see anything else but that. I was afraid to feel anything else.

    “Make me come, please.” He leaned in and kissed my lips. His lips felt hot and soft, it was barely a kiss with all the tongue and groaning involved. “Are you close?”

    “Too close.” He laughed breathlessly. He jerked his hips into me faster; a constant scream fell from my mouth and caused me to scratched at his arm. His hot cock created a burning feeling in my center that was spreading through my veins. I felt my head grow lighter with every thrust he gave. I felt the need to stay close to him and hold on or I would fade away. His balls were slapping against his own skin and the sound echoed in my head. His hand left my breast and ran down to my throbbing clit. The second his cold fingers made contact with it I began to cry, with the added pleasure was just overwhelmingly painful. His name was leaving my mouth like broken ballad and my name never sounded so good in anyone’s mouth.

His hips were hitting hard against my ass and words began to choke in my mouth. I was no longer able to produce words but merely sounds of satisfaction. He rubbed my clit back and forth as fast as his wrist would let him, making my legs squirm and shut around his hand. He grunted as it made my pussy tighter on his dick and he begged me to keep my legs like that. His fingers rubbed my skin to the bone as he desperately fucked me. His mouth was struggling to kiss my neck but still managed to leave love bites on it.
I felt myself coming with a pathetic scream of his name. My mind was blank like a white room and I could only hear the irregular rhythmic beating of my heart. Feeling my chest jerk and legs shake to my curled toes while he took me through it. My legs were clamped shut and I felt my entire cunt pulse as he quickly pulled out. He groaned loudly, I could only hear him pumping his wet cock behind me. I had just enough strength to turn and watch his beautiful face contour when he came all over my ass. The sight of his abs tensing up and his dick dripping from in his come and mine made me moan loudly. He pumped himself slowly, milking every last drop he had to offer while his other hand was still between my legs.

   “Holy fuck…” Jungkook sighed, not daring to move an inch until he recollected himself. A smile spread across my lips at how good he looked after coming. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see and pulled the nearest pillow for me to cuddle with.


After a moment or two, I saw Jungkook arm reach up to grab a towel that was hanging over the headboard. He asked if he could his use it and I just hummed to grant him permission since I was too comfortable to care. Seconds later I felt the fluffy towel wipe over my butt, taking off any residue of him.

   “Have I told you how great of an ass you have (Y/n)?” I turned over to look at him and found him kneeling over my ass with a smile on his face. I tried not to smile back but it came out as a smug either way.

   “Shut up.” I giggled playfully. He tossed the dirty towel into the corner for me to pick up later and he moved over me to the edge of the bed. I watched grab his boxers and sliding them on.

    “I’m sorry.” My eyes switched to him as he just sat facing away from. He sounded a bit upset and embarrassed from what I could tell.

    “For what?” I asked confused. I turned up to get a better look at him since he turned to look my way.

   “What I said to you at dinner; I didn’t mean any of that.” His apology was sincere. It made my heart ache and made it hard to believe this was the same guy who just fucked me into the mattress.

    “Jungkook I know that.” I smiled and shrugged. It was obvious, though cocky, Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy to disrespect and contempt women. He knew I hadn’t taken any of it to offense but his conscious couldn’t drop it without my reassurance.

    “Mind If I use your bathroom?” He asked after nodding and standing up. He signaled to the door by my bed, while he adjusted his junk in his underwear. I simply nodded and sat up to walk over to my drawer to find new underwear for myself.

    “Oh wait.” I suddenly said, making Jungkook turn back from the door to look at me. “I forgot that bathroom doesn’t work. You can use the one across the hall.”

I said leaning across the dresser, reaching down to slip on my girl boxers. He shook his head and walked out of the room to the other bathroom. I quickly moved to grab his clothes off the floor and loosely fold them into a pile outside of the door. I shut the door to my room quietly and clicked the lock; before putting on a gray tank top and walking over to my bathroom.
I turned on the lights and stepped in front of the mirror; moving my hair to the side to look at the marks bruising my skin. I grabbed a scrunchy and threw my hair into a messy bun to keep it from sticking to my sweaty neck. The past events played through my head over and over again, not knowing what I got from dreaming about them. What I won from questioning myself on what this was leading to. I liked Jungkook; I liked him too much for my own good. For the moment the attraction was all physical and that’s how I wanted it to stay. I just hoped he wanted the same. I heard my door knob jiggle as he tried to get into the room.

I know he could hear me step to the door because he let go of the knob once I stood in front of it. I leaned my shoulder against the white door and laid my head against it.

    “Oh come on, (Y/n).” Jungkook chuckled. I heard a thud against the door, which could have been his hand resting against the other side.“ I mean, I know you like it rough but isn’t this a little mean?”

I smiled at hearing his laugh, knowing he didn’t mind my rejection all that much. I didn’t want to make him feel bad since it wasn’t anything personal; just a matter of safe precaution from my part. He waited for a moment seeing if I would say anything in response. “I’ve never met a girl who doesn’t like to spooning after sex…”

  “I prefer just the forking.” He laughed again, sweetly, but I could hear a bit of disappointment in his voice. There was a small sigh leaving his lips before a much louder thump hit the door, which could only be his back. “Hey…”

   “Yeah?” He mumbled faintly, a bit of hope lingered in his voice.

   “How did you get my phone number?” I asked with full interest for the mystery.

   “I’ll tell you if you let me in.” He promised. I could hear the smile in his words, just imagining his bunny teeth showing through his rosy lips. I chose not to respond when he already knew the answer. There was a bit of guilt that I tried to chew off my lip during the silence between the door. “Have a good night, (Y/n).”

    “Night, Jungkook.”


Honest

Requested
Who:
Tom Holland
Song: Honest by Shawn Mendes

Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three

It’s that I hate to hurt you
But I got to be honest
I can’t give you what you need
You deserve more than I can promise
And I’m just tryna, I’m just tryna
Baby, I’m just tryna be honest


{Part one of this imagine}

Tom glanced up from his phone to see [Y/N] walking towards the table he had grabbed just outside their favorite lunch spot. Tucking his phone into his back pocket, he stood up and gave her a hug. It took everything in him to avoid kissing the lips he had gotten used to. Watching as she sat across from him, his heart broke at the fact that in less then thirty minutes, she wouldn’t be glowing like she usually did. 

“What did you need to talk about? Sounded pretty serious.” 

Tom pressed his lips together, running his hands over his thighs as he prepared his thoughts. “Um, I wanted to, uh, we need to um.” Clearing his throat, he closed his eyes and sighed. “I don’t know how else to say it other then we need to break up.” 

Suddenly regretting opening his eyes, he frowned at her expression. The pain and confusion radiated off her eyes. Running his hands over his face, he groaned. He should have rehearsed this in his head or at least ease into the conversation. “I don’t want to but it’s just, I can’t. It’s so difficult to be in a relationship right now. With the stress and demand I’m in, I just, I.” Tom looked at her, biting his lip. “Say something, [Y/N].” 

[Y/N] leaned back in her seat, her chest feeling like it had been run down by a train. “I don’t know what to say right now, I’m kind of blanking on words.” 

Tom reached for her hands, rubbing his thumb over them. “I love you, [Y/N]. I probably always will but you deserve so much more from me and I just physically can’t give it to you. I’m not going to ask you to wait because that is beyond unfair to ask that of you. I’m being honest with myself and with you.”

She gently drew back her hands, placing them in her lap, she took a shaky inhale. “Is there, is there someone else?”

“No! Absolutely not.” Tom cried out, shocked that she would even ask that. “I promise, [Y/N]. There is no one else, no one but myself influenced this decision.”

[Y/N] couldn’t really say if she believed him or not. She had seen the premieres and had even been to a few after-parties. She had seen the looks some of the girls their age had given him. It would be easy considering she was off doing her thing and he was off doing his most times. 

“[Y/N], look at me.” He said gently, waiting for her to meet his gaze, he firmly stated. “No one else in this world has my eye, it’s only you. But, I just can’t give you what you deserve. I want to, god, I want to. I want it to be like it was, us cuddling on the couch watching a film with Tess trying to eat our popcorn. I want those back but with Spiderman and other opportunities, I-”

“-you don’t have to explain yourself, Tom.” She cut him off, unable to listen to anymore. “I get it, you’re growing into this incredible actor and you have walk through the doors as they open. I understand. I’d never want to hold you back.” 

“Oh, [Y/N], love. This isn’t about me, at all. It’s about you. I want you, always. But, I won’t always be able to and before it gets to that point where we end things on bad terms, I want to save it.” Sighing, he ruffled his hair and whimpered out. “I love you so much and I want it to work but my time is-”

“-I understand, Tom.” [Y/N] pressed her lips together, standing up, she leaned over and pressed a light kiss on the creases of his forehead. Pulling apart, she felt a tear slid down her cheek and land on his hand. Wiping away the streak, she took a quick inhale and tried to find her composure. “I, um, I should get going” 

“[Y/N]?” 

“Uh,” wiping away a few more tears, “yeah?” 

“I really do love you, okay? Please don’t ever believe that I didn’t.” 

Nodding, she gave a small wave. “Got it, I won’t forget.” 

Tom watched as she spun on her heel and walk away. Little did she know that even though she was feeling like the whole world was crashing down. Tom was feeling like someone had stabbed a knife in his chest and was continuously twisting it inside. It hurt to watch her walk away, to watch her walk away from their love, walk away from the last few years, and incredibly difficult to watch her walk away crying because he was the one who caused her to do so. 

Sitting back, he closed his eyes. The choice he had made was only benefiting her in the long run. [Y/N] deserved so much more attention than he had been giving her the last few months. Opening his eyes, he stood up and started his walk back home. As he took his first steps, he felt the full extent of the blow of having just broken up with her. What if he had made a mistake? 


Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three 

i saw a post that said “when you hear Vincent Van Gogh, do you think of starry night or bloody ear?” and all i could think about was his sunflowers and how his memorial is sunflowers and fields of them and how you can go and pick as many as you want and how he was barely holding on but painting was his way to cope and he was such a deeply sad man and still his paintings were beautiful and filled w bright colors and life and happiness and if that’s not proof that the things you love truly can keep you going (even if it’s not forever) then i don’t know what is cause yeah yanno maybe he cut off his ear but he found a way to make his pain beautiful and he was constantly looking for a way to hang on and i think that’s proof that as humans our nature is to fight cause we have that fight or flight mode right and he was so low that he tried eating yellow paint to make him happy inside and i really wonder what he would be like if he was alive now?? like would he still paint as beautiful? would his pain still be as unbearable as it was to him??? would he have cut off his ear?? maybe he would have made person the thing that wills him to hold on, instead of eating paint chips or painting. and i think that’s just proof that we all have more fight in us than we think we do because he thought eating yellow paint and cutting off his ear was his lowest point, and maybe it was, but the very thought of him eating yellow paint made him survive and kept him going for just a while longer and maybe it wasn’t forever but sometimes the things we find solace and consolation in, keep us alive for longer than we thought was even possible, and i think we all have our yellow paints and things we do to help us survive even if they’re odd, or make no sense, or end up hurting us even more and i think he’s a pretty fuckin rockin man and i wish everyone would have loved and appreciated him more because his paintings (and just him in general) is deadass proof that when things are shitty and you’re at rock bottom, sometimes all you can do is slap a paint brush against paper and hope for something prettier than your chaotic mind. or write and write and write until your hand cramps and hope to silence your thoughts. or sing, or dance, or run, or call someone, or simply confide in a person who’s hand is outstretched and waiting for you to take it. and i think that’s good, i think we all have our yellow paints and sunflowers and starry nights. i think beauty comes from all things painful (not to romanticize anything because self destruction is not beautiful but the strength you gain from getting over it is) and anyways, i hope you find your yellow paint and i hope it keeps you alive. i hope you allow sunflowers to bloom from your lungs and i hope you allow yourself room to breathe and grow and become the artist (in any way you express yourself) that you’re meant to be.

random thoughts finally watching Jurassic World

- Wow, this film is super not impressed with dinosaurs.  Remember the triumphant, “HOLY SHIT A FUCKIN’ DINOSAUR” introduction of the Brachiosaurus from the first film?  There was such a sense of wonder and awe, and despite the 1993 CGI, a willingness to linger on and admire the sheer scale of the thing.

Jurassic World basically puts the dinosaurs in the background until they start eating people.  They’re mostly rushed through, glossed over, off-center and out of focus.  Even their roars are mixed low in the soundtrack.  Why would you do this, movie?  Do you think I care about these kids’ mildly dysfunctional family dynamics, or if Chris Pratt can sexually harass Uptight Bosslady into loving him?  I did not come here for that.  I came here for dinosaurs.

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anonymous asked:

How do you think the rfa +saeran and v would react to a curvy mc??

Lolololol, okay. I like this prompt.

Also, this might have(?) gotten a little teeny bit NSFW.


Yoosung

  • Cuddling her is the best
  • She’s always warm and soft
  • She loves to cook with him and loves to eat whatever he makes
  • One of his friends from school insulted her size once, when Yoosung was showing off pictures of his girlfriend, and Yoosung was pissed
  • Straight up told the guy to fuck off because MC is perfect the way she is

Jaehee

  • TBH, Jaehee would probably make sure of two things first
  • One, if MC was healthy at her current weight
  • And two, if MC was happy with her current weight
  • When MC says yes to both, Jaehee drops the subject and never brings it up again
  • Sometimes MC complains about not being able to find the right bra size or not being able to afford it
  • Seriously, it’s ridiculous, the only bras that fit me her are $60+ maxing around $125, and even then, half the time nobody carries the ONE BRAND that fits

Zen

  • More to love!
  • Seriously, she’s so nice to touch because she’s soft
  • He also likes to watch her run around or work out because… some things bounce
  • Plus, she’s massively sexy
  • Like, you have never seen a goddess in lingerie until you have seen MC wearing something sexy
  • Gah, seriously, he loves being able to put his hands all over her, like touch her butt or her breasts, and just have his hands be full

Jumin

  • Like
  • He wouldn’t care?
  • Seriously, he’s surrounded by people who are super superficial all the time, mainly women who are super thin and wear whatever they think will get them a rich attractive man
  • MC doesn’t see him for his looks or status, so why should he see her any differently?
  • The only thing he does think about her weight is that he likes holding her in bed, as her body is as soft and comforting as she is

Saeyoung

  • Not gonna lie, he would totally use her as a pillow
  • Like, sitting on the couch together? Her thighs are a perfect pillow
  • Unless he’s lying between her legs, in which case her tummy is super soft and warm and he just… dozes off
  • He might occasionally do things that make her uncomfortable without thinking, however, like poking her because he loves how squishy she is
  • Of course, she pokes him back because, well, if he really wants to go, they’ll go

V

  • While he’s still blind, he likes that there’s so much there for him to touch and feel and enjoy
  • He doesn’t need his sight to know about the dimples she has around her body, or the softness of her thighs
  • Once he gets his sight back, he loves to watch her move
  • He likes how she’s so natural and comfortable with herself
  • Secretly, though, he loves it when they’re lying in bed in the pitch black so that he can trace her dimples or grab a handful of her butt and just enjoy her

Saeran

  • Occasionally he just grabs her ass randomly and just say, “Good.”
  • It confuses the hell out of her
  • Seriously, who does that?
  • But, Saeran is an ass man and he likes that there’s enough there to grab
  • When he thinks she’s losing weight is when he grabs her because he wants to make sure there’s enough there
  • He’s low key as weird as his brother, just in a different way
Monsta X’s reaction to you when you ask, “Why do you love me?”

As requested by @wolffoggirl

I meant to post this earlier today but I got swamped with stuff to do around the house :\


Shownu

Originally posted by minhyuk1


He wouldn’t be surprised, but he’d be confused why you’d ask that all of a sudden. He wouldn’t know if you were genuinely curious or if something was wrong. He wouldn’t answer you right away, but instead, he’d ask you to go on a walk. It would make talking easier for him because he wouldn’t have to make eye contact with you the whole time. 

“I love you because you understand that I try my best and try to work hard every day!” 


Changkyun

Originally posted by changhyuk

He’d be caught completely off guard. So much so, that he’d choke on whatever he was eating or drinking at the time. But after a bit of recuperation, he’d wrap his arms around you, and if you guys were sitting on the couch, he’d wrap his legs around you too and damn near squeeze you to death. 

“Because you let me do things like this~!”


Wonho

Originally posted by ew-wonho

Wonho would laugh at first because it would be such a sudden question, and he wouldn’t know how to react at first. But then he’d smile and he’d push your hair from your face, looking at all your features. There wasn’t just one reason why he loved you, but there was definitely a main reason.

“Because your food is delicious!” 


Minhyuk

Originally posted by kihqun

Minhyuk would straightforward with his answer with almost no hesitation. He would be partially surprised that you didn’t already know why he loved you when he felt like he showed you ever chance he got. But, he would understand that some things needed to be heard. He would joke around with you all day after you asked, though. 

“Why? Does someone else love you more that me?! Of course not!”


Kihyun

Originally posted by wonhontology

He’s probably think something was wrong right away, so he’d be a bit worried after hearing the question. He’d completely ignore it and start asking you if you were okay or if you needed anything. He wants to make sure you aren’t feeling sad or that he didn’t do something wrong. He tends to overreact a bit, so you’d have to stop him before you ended up with all kinds of gifts to make up for whatever it is he did(or didn’t do).

“Wha…? Is everything okay??”


Hyungwon


Originally posted by faidream

Hyungwon would be rendered speechless. It’s not that he has a hard time talking about stuff like this, it’s just that when he really stops to think about why he loves you, he’s not really sure. There are a million reasons, but there wasn’t enough time in the world for him to tell you those reasons. 

“I’ll buy a fancy notebook, and fill the pages with reasons why I love you.”


Jooheon

Originally posted by jooheonbebe

Jooheon would probably feel like the reason you asked is because he hasn’t been paying much attention to you. He doesn’t answer the question right away, but instead, tells you that he’ll answer your question if you agree to go out for a romantic dinner with him. He’ll give you nothing but his undivided attention, and he’d even stop to get you flowers before your dinner date.

“You don’t care what anyone thinks of you, and for that, I love you.”

Can you just imagine Sirius reaching across and stealing a piece of bacon off Remus’ plate at breakfast and Remus just immediately grabs the bacon, throws it back on his plate, points a finger at Sirius and, without hesitiation or thought, just warns “I will fuck you up.”
No one speaks until Sirius, James and Peter just sort of look at each other and burst into hysterics. I mean, laughing so loud the whole of the hall turns to look at them. I mean, falling off the bench, arms around eachother, throwing themselves in eachothers laps, laughing. I mean, ribs aching, tears streaming, six-pack coming on, “oh fuck Prongs I’m dying, he just said that,” laughing.
They don’t stop for what feels like the longest time and Remus just carries on eating his bacon, with a slightly smug look on his face. The rest of the day, the lads try and do things to annoy him (steal his quill, poke him repeatedly in the arm, etc.) and everytime he would look slightly annoyed, one of them would just lean over and say quietly “are you gonna fuck us up?” and bam, they were crying with laughter again.
It became a private joke of theirs.
“Remus doesn’t share food, don’t you know this? He’ll fuck you up.”
“Careful Lils, Rem’s gonna fuck you up if you steal his chocolate.”
Everytime they would burst out laughing. And Remus would try to look dead faced but you could just see the hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth.

I could totally imagine this.

nothingtoseeherejustmovealong  asked:

Head-canon Question: Sterek Refrigerator(s) and evolution. What is in Stiles' refrigerator when he lives with the Sheriff, when he lives with Scott, when he lives alone? Does Derek have a refrigerator in the burned out Hale house? In the railcar? What is in his refrigerator in the loft? Does it change to reflect him learning to love himself and accept that he deserves good things? What about when Stiles and Derek live together? It is divided down the middle with a split personality?

Huh… This is an interesting question. I’ve never thought about it but let’s see. With the Sheriff, Stiles would have obviously kept the fridge stocked with healthy foods, nothing greasy, too sugary, or cholesterol-heavy. There’d probably always be a few precooked meals or leftovers (vegetable lasagnas, salads, chicken dishes) for the Sheriff to grab and eat whenever he happens to end up home after his odd-hour shifts.

If he ever lived with Scott I feel like that would devolve into a lot of fast food and frozen meals to keep up with their hectic lifestyle – probably a lot of college classes/internships/job training, not to mention surviving the monster of the week. And alone, I feel like, would probably a lot of the same (along with a few bags of frozen curly fries to bake because awesome).

Derek definitely wouldn’t have had a refrigerator in the burnt out Hale house. He probably survived off whatever he could scrounge from 7/11 or fast food places during those few weeks. Comfort wasn’t a high priority for him. In the rail yard I’ll generously assume Derek had a few coolers lying around – the kind you’ll bring along when you go camping. But considering the boot-camp nature of Derek’s mindset that season, I picture the pack surviving off protein bars and water, maybe sandwiches or some ordered pizzas if they needed something more meal-esque. I definitely don’t see Derek cooking for them at that point (even if he wanted to, where would he? A fire pit?) Once he moves into the loft, though, I see Derek falling into a slightly more normal eating situation, because he’s gentled at that point and he’d want things to be good for Isaac. I see him buying staples like pasta and bread with a sense of nervous finality, settling into a place for the first time since Laura. He’d stock up on foods he noticed Isaac enjoying, not really indulging in anything for himself. And when Isaac left… and Cora left, I think he’d slip back to basics again. Not the same bare minimum of the rail yard, but nothing really indulgent, sticking to healthy and cheap and mostly boring.

And I think Stiles would pick up on that fast once they moved in together. On the days they went shopping together, the places where Derek’s eyes lingered before he went back to practical things. And eventually, Stiles would start doing something about it, dropping that box of brownies or Derek’s favorite fruit in the cart without a word, slowly filling their home with things Derek wanted but wouldn’t let himself have until it became almost natural to have them. And Derek would start cooking again –– something he used to do all the time growing up, and in New York for Laura, but hadn’t done in years. Making meals for Stiles with love, the way Stiles used to make meals for his dad, filled with a mixture of his favorite things and healthy things (using some of his own dad’s recipes).

And basically I think once Sterek started living together they would fill their refrigerator and cabinets with things for each other, not themselves.

anonymous asked:

Victuuri 52

“you can bite me,” yuuri says during the later hours of the Vampire-Human Awareness Symposium to the fucking president of Vampires For Change.  they’re in ballroom C after yuuri had too many bloody marys (ha), and blew off victor’s attempt to thrall him on the dance floor.  yuuri’s since pulled him away, but victor feels like he’s the one under a spell, if any.  his mouth is on yuuri’s pulse, the warm curve of his neck inviting, but he can’t bring himself to bite.

“i can’t,” victor says.  “god, i want to.”

“please?” yuuri tries, but–

“you’re so drunk,” victor says.  “it would get me drunk.  i couldn’t let myself.”

he would eat yuuri alive.  he would turn yuuri, and selfishly force yuuri to an eternity with him. he would do a hundred awful things and tamp the shame away into dust.  

“some ‘international playboy people magazine’s sexiest vampire under thirty,’“ yuuri says, making exaggerated quotation marks with his fingers.  victor’s still, dead heart swells.

“you saw that?” he asks.

“sometimes i scratch neck when i’m jerking off and pretend it’s you,” yuuri says. “please, do it. you think i work at a human-vampire non-profit for the money?  no, it’s this– it’s you, it’s wanting to know you.” 

victor doesn’t bite him.  at least not then.  maybe a year later, he sinks his teeth into the neck of another yuuri, the one he gets to know, the one who has eyes wide open and a silver ring on his finger burning a hole where it rests over victor’s heart. 

AU in which yoongi is going to Dubai for a meeting, so he goes on his usual business class. he’s greeted by a male flight attendant with the most beautiful eyes and smile, a champagne flute in hand asking “would you care for some champange as you wait, sir?” and yoongi nods dumbly and takes the glass, eyes suddenly dropping down to the attendant’s ass when he turns away to leave and oh, okay. yoongi looks at him as he tends to the other passengers and he couldn’t wait until they depart so he can call the attendant and ask for a couple of things just to see him and talk to him. yoongi only had his eyes on him, and okay, park jimin is his name according to the nametag so yoongi makes sure to always call him by his name when he wants something. “jimin? can i have pudding? do you have pudding?”, “jimin? i’m cold, i need an extra blanket”, “jimin? i–” “sir?” “nothing, it’s fine” and the other female attendants are giving jimin The Eyes and The Smile but jimin shrugs it off with a kind smile. jimin thought that’ll be the last time he sees The Really Cute Guy Who Ask Too Much In The Plane but a month later, on his flight going to Paris, he sees the guy again, in business class. he proceeds to greet him, being the first passenger to board again, but the guy cuts him off. “hi, jimin. yeah, i would like some champagne, and maybe your time. later. when we land.” and the following months, as they’re talking to the regular via text and sometimes, facetime, jimin is always surprised when he sees yoongi board his flight for no apparent reason other than “i wanna spend time with you, even in this damn plane” even though jimin couldn’t really sit down and talk to yoongi, the thought was really sweet and it makes him feel things. yoongi would wait in the hotel until jimin is free and they’d roam different cities together, eat the local cuisine and be tourist-y, take so many pictures, and laugh a lot. in the span of one year being all over the world, they get to know each other, and there’s no denying there’s something between the two of them. exactly one year after they met for the first time during yoongi’s flight to Dubai, yoongi kisses jimin in New York, where they’re spending the day in central park eating subs for lunch. “i’m glad we did this. i’m glad i met you like that. because i think i found the two loves of my life.” yoongi says as he cradles jimin’s face in his hands. “and what is that?” jimin asks dreamily. “you, and the world.” yoongi answers him, and with more kisses too.

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for @yoonminist

Headcanons with their S/O

Random head canon. Some NSFW.

Noctis:
- will call you princess and/or sweetie as cute pet names.
- likes to spoil you and somehow pays attention to what you like even though you think he may be sleeping while you were talking.
- tries to cook for you… and fails miserably. Had to get Ignis to help him. Rip
- he seems to not care for breasts or ass. Though I feel like he would appreciate a nice ass and a good set of breasts.
- foreplay and is very good at it.
- private about his love life. Not into PDA

Prompto:
- would most likely take lots of pictures of you (and some naughty ones with only you and with the two of you together.
- I get the feeling that one of the chocobros will accidentally come upon those photos and Prompto will get embarrassed and begged them not to say a thing about it
- sooo into PDA. Like he wants to show you off!
- can eat you out good and will make sure you get off before him.
- likes to make sure you are loved. He never ever wants you to feel insecure.

Ignis:
- prepare yourself for a good home cooked meal almost everyday
- loves having deep conversations with about anything
- pretty flexible and really is willing to try anything with you.
- not into PDA but will sneak a few kisses here and there.
- sometimes can be oblivious when you’re trying to hint to him that you want to get him in bed.
- likes to plan dates and make sure you’re well taken care of. Would support you for anything.

Gladdio:
- loves grabbing your butt while out in public. But he’s such a gentleman
- if anyone stare at you and gets ideas about trying to go out with you…. just one glare from him and they’ll back the fuck down
- is into rough sex, but can be very sweet if you tell him to slow down.
- likes outdoors dates. Prepare for walks on the beaches, hiking to see a beautiful sunset, and beautiful sightseeing
- has high stamina. He can go on for many rounds!

Those are just random thoughts. Haha. Enjoy!

My Childhood Obesity Storylines

All this talk about childhood obesity made me want to share my story with you.

I’m 24 years old now, and I weigh less now than when I was 10 years old.

I grew up in a house where “Eat everything on your plate” was a motto and a mantra. We wouldn’t be allowed to leave the table until our plates were licked clean. The problem was that the portions we were being served were massive. We had at least 3-4 cups of rice per meal. It would be piled so high that it would look like a little hill on the plate. The rice would have butter and oil added to it. The chicken, fish, and meat were always fried. Always. We had no vegetables. It was literally a pile of greasy rice with grease laden protein on top. And it was deliciously addictive.

For snacks we would have crisps, ice cream, biscuits, and chocolate. It was never portioned out. It was all just laid out in front of us and we were told to eat as much as we wanted.

Now imagine not being taught how to listen to your body’s hunger and satiety clues and then given the opportunity to eat as much junk as you wanted.

Eating and giving food is a huge part of my culture. It is how we show love towards one another. It’s how we show people that we care about them. This is a big factor in why we were fed this way and why we have such distorted thoughts about food.

Not surprisingly, we were all fat. We were sluggish, lazy, and listless. Our hobbies consisted of reading and playing video games. We didn’t play any sport.

Then the teasing started. Our parents would make fun of us for being so fat (they were also fat themselves). And yet they never ever changed a single thing in our lifestyle. Yeah like a 9 year old can control her own weight when she’s eating garbage food. As if a 9 year old can count her calories and choose fruit over chocolate — especially seeing as how we were never taught that chocolate was a special treat and not something to be eaten all day every day.

They used to encourage us to get second, third, and fourth helpings whenever we finished out plates. Then when we got “too fat”, they started telling us off. “Stop eating so much you are gonna explode! Look at how massive your stomach is! You look pregnant!” Imagine hearing that as a child. The worst thing is that they would shout at us while they themselves were getting extra helpings of food and getting fatter and fatter.

My younger brother has a BMI of 55. Yes. Fifty-five. My parents make fun of him and tell him to stop eating so much junk. How? How can you tell him to stop eating the way he was raised on?! And how can you say all these things and then tell him off for not finishing everything on his plate?!

The “Clean your plate” mentality lived on with me throughout my entire life. I just can’t get rid of it. I had a BMI of 34. I cook my own meals now. I still do “finish my plate” but this time I pile my plate high in steamed and roasted veg. I measure my protein, fats, and carbs. Instead of ice cream and biscuits for snacks I have fruit and vegetables. I had to reprogram my brain. I slimmed down to a BMI of 22.3. It was so difficult. It would have been so much easier if I didn’t have these shitty irresponsible thoughts about eating.

Childhood obesity more often than not develops to adult obesity. Parents are responsible for their children’s health.

- Do not overfeed your children.
- Do not use food as a reward, children are not dogs.
- Do not give them too much food and then say “It’s because I love you so much”, you are teaching your child to equate food with love.
- Feed them appropriate amounts of food. Let them see and learn what appropriate amounts of food are.
- Teach them portion control.
- Teach them to listen to hunger and satiety clues.
- Teach them what healthy foods are and what makes them healthy.
- Provide them with healthy food and snacks.
- For the love of GOD do not force them to finish their plate.

I had a crappy relationship with food. I still kinda do. But I’m older and wiser and can make my own decisions. It’s a struggle. Please do not do this to your children. Please.

Sami Zayn Sex Headcannons

Originally posted by heyambrose

I love this guy so much!!! He’s so adorable and my little hipster could treat me right (I’m kidding, he’s not hipster)

Don’t forget to request if you want me to do something!

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- I don’t think he’d be into very rough sex, I don’t know why. I just can’t imagine anything too extreme (like full bdsm). But I could imagine him pinning you to the wall to make out with you and undress you. 

- I feel like he wouldn’t have a daddy kink, maybe he’s allow you to call him ‘sir’ occasionally but I think that’s as far as he would go.

- Will still bend you over his lap though, and spank you. It would range from light taps to quite hard (the hard slaps would be little and rarely though).

- Big fan of giving instead of receiving where foreplay is concerned. But he will accept a blowjob off you, just sometimes. 

- Very big fan of morning sex. I think he’d wake up first in most circumstances and feel the need to wake you up by eating you out first thing in the morning. And he’d know for sure that you’re awake because he’d feel your hands run through his hair and tug, then the moaning would start.

- I’m willing to bet he’s a huge tease. I mean you will most probably have to beg at least 5 times until he at least thinks about fucking you. That’s one of the reasons I think he has a praise kink.

- He’d laugh when he found out how much you love the feel of his beard in between your legs. Then he’d go as red as his hair. But he’d make sure you know he knew by making sure to tease your thighs with his beard the next time he went down on you.

- If he ever stayed at your parent’s house with you, he’d abide by the ‘no sex’ rule, but oral surely wouldn’t count right? So the stay would consist of you just giving each other oral. 

- He isn’t fussed about being top or bottom. He would only care about pleasuring you the most. So if you were too tired, he’d be on top. If it was in the middle of the night and you were horny, he’d let you ride him into the sunset. Either way, sex with him would be pleasurable. 

- Orgasm ratio with him would be 2:1 to you. First through him eating you out, and then him fucking you. 

- Seriously, his favourite place is in between your legs.

Sunny Days- chapter 9

Sunny Day Masterlist

Summary- The honeymoon phase begins for Sunny and Negan along with preparations for a new life.

Word Count- 3.9k-ish

Warnings- Angst, smut (blowjob, fingering, daddy kink, some anal play, sex, squirting), fluff. Of course, language.

Author’s Note- This ended up being more of a filler chapter than I intended. I cut it short (sorta) because otherwise this would have been twice as long, and I just don’t have that type of writing stamina. Hope you enjoy. Please leave a comment and reblog if you like it. I live for that…..it gives me reason to keep writing.

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Originally posted by may85

Negan laid in bed for hours holding the sleeping form of his new bride wondering how the hell he was going to get her home. He wanted to keep her sheltered. He wanted… no he needed her innocence. He wanted it all for himself. He’d have to drive her back at night so she couldn’t see the ghost towns and hordes of walkers. He definitely didn’t need her seeing what guarded the walls of The Sanctuary….at least not until she was on the inside.

God damnit, he was going to ruin her. He couldn’t just stay here…he was needed to keep order, to make sure his people moved past just surviving. He couldn’t leave her here either. He needed to know she was safe. He needed to be with her as much as he could. How the fuck had he gotten in this mess? At least with his wives he had never felt like his happiness had been on the line. He could live without any of them. If something happened to Sunny…there’s just no going back. His world had begun when the walkers rose. He climbed to a position of power he never would have had before. He lifted the dregs of society into a community that was thriving. And it could all end with this small woman sleeping beside him. She didn’t even know what kind of power she had. Pulling her close to him, he finally fell into a restless sort of slumber.


Sunny woke with her legs wrapped around Negan’s. She looked at his sleeping form long and strong. Her hands ran through his dark chest hair then down his abdomen following the trail of short springy curls under the sheets. He was already hard when she softly stroked the silky skin. She gently moved down the bed under the covers. She had wanted to do this, to taste him for weeks. She had been so disappointed that she had never had the chance. She lifted his shaft in her hand her thumb rubbing the smooth head. She wet her lips with her tongue before encircling the tip with them. She swirled her tongue and lowered her mouth further down his erection. His hips thrust. He moaned as he stretched his lean body.

“God damn, doll. This is quite the fucking wake up call,” he said a lazy smile stretched across his face.

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Like Father Like Son (Chanyeol)

Originally posted by prince-chanyeol

Type: Fluff

Request: Hii I just wanted to ask if you could do a scenario about Chanyeol being a dad? Thank you very much 😘


Chanyeol giggled as he swung his body around, you had bought a hip seat carrier to carry your son, Kyujong around in. After you taught him how to put your son it he had his boy strapped to him. Your son had the exact same smile on his face that his father had. Kyujong looked just like his dad so much that it was kind of scary. “We spent so much money on a stroller when all we had to do was buy one of these” he spoke as he grabbed an apple wedge from your plate and gave it to Kyujong who gargled taking it from him. He felt his son’s little feet kicked his stomach lightly as he happily attempted to chew on the apple. 

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Chanyeol followed behind you as you looked for different things in the grocery store, you picked up a pack of fish. You turned to Chanyeol who nodded. “Why don’t you two go look at baby food?” you speak as he nods. He leaned over and pressed a kiss onto your cheek before heading off.

“What do you like to eat?” he asked his son as if he could actually respond to him. “Do you like apple strawberry banana?” he ask holding the container up for Kyujong who reached out to take it. “Chicken and gravy?” he continues “peas?” he continues as he takes more and more different types of baby food. “Chanyeol he doesn’t need that many” you tell him as he came back over to you carrying all the food he could carry. “I didn’t know what he would like” “so you got him the mashed versions of things you eat” you tell him as he smiles. You picked up a few of them from him and looked them over. “They’ll be eaten” he tells you as he puts them in the cart. 

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“Turkey turkey turkey” he sings as he opens a container of babyfood for his son. “Daddy loves feeding his boy” he coos as he watches his son bounce in his highchair “yum yum yum” he coos as he scoops some out “ah” he tells as he watches Kyujong open his mouth letting him feed him. He squealed loudly at his son “my boy is so cute” he tells him as he picks up his son’s bottle and lets him drink some water “mommy says its still a little thick for you but I just wanted to test it before I feed you more” he tells Kyujong as he pulls the bottle away from him. 

“But you can eat everything with no problem” he spoke as he scooped out some more. “You make me so proud you know? I don’t think you will ever know how much I love you either” he continues as he cleans up around his son’s face. “Everything about you, I’ll be proud of you and so will mommy. I think she loves you way more though. You know?” he says as Kyujong smiles “mommy will love you even if she won’t love me anymore. I don’t think that will happen though. You and I are pretty irresistible” he says as he feels a light tap on his butt. “Don’t make him cocky” you tell him as you come out of the bathroom clad in your oversized pajamas that he loved dearly. “Looking good” he tells you as you roll your eyes.  “Mommy looks so good” he coos to his son as Kyujong opens his mouth for more. “Babe he doesn’t need to mix his food like you though. He’s able to eat it all alone” he spoke as he fed Kyujong more. “Oh really you’re a really big boy” you coo as you pat your son’s head. “He just gets more and more amazing" Chanyeol tells you as you nod in agreement.