i would love to be his girlfriend

anonymous asked:

Hi sweetie ❤ I love your blog and can you bts and got7 reaction to their girlfriends hand always cold... Sorry for my English 😢

Hi there! I’m sorry but I only do Bts stuff on this blog I hope it doesn’t bother you :3

I hope you like the reaction :)

(your english is fine hun) 

Bts Reaction to you having cold hands


You would be taking a walk outside. It wasn’t very warm outside so your hands were even colder than usual. You tried to warm them by rubbing them together but it wasn’t making much difference. Namjoon saw you were struggling to warm them up.

“Jagi if your hands are cold just put them in my pockets.”

Which you did and it felt better right away, you walked around with a hand shuved in his pocket with his hand in yours feeling all nice and toasty.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


You were in a restaurant eating some of the nicest food you had eaten in a while. The only problem was that your hands were pale and cold and all you could focus on was warming them up. You didn’t mention it because you didn’t want to worry him just because of your hands. Jin saw they were pale but didn’t say anything since he knew it would bother you. Instead he just held your hands to keep them warm, for time to time he  would drop a few warm kisses on them. You were thankful Jin was so considerate of your feelings.

Originally posted by jhopefluxo


Originally posted by k-pop-crazy

You were watching a movie, and of course your hands were cold again. You had them stuck under the cover with you and Yoongi but they were still freezing. You had had enough and just stuck them under his tshirt, to which he squealed.


i feel like this gif expresses his reaction well :’) 

Once you had explained your hands were cold he would accept you warming them up against him.

“Just warn me before you freeze me to death.” he would say with a small smile, not wanting to admit he liked having you this close to him.


Originally posted by hobilu

You were at a friends house for the afternoon. You had been complaining about your cold hands for a while now. Hoseok wasn’t really paying attention because he was laughing so much with his friends. But once he saaw you pouting in a corner with your hands under your armpits trying to warm them up he would come up to you to apolagize.

“Y/N I’m so sorry I didn’t realise.”

gif is him apolagizing 

He would take you in a big hug and would hold your hands for the rest of the night so they could stay warm.


Originally posted by join-the-kpop-army

You and him would be laying in bed trying to sleep. You could hear his heavy breathing behind your back and you knew he was asleep. No matter how hard you triend you just couldn’t go to sleep yourself because of your freezing hands. After a while you turned around to face Jimin and approached him slowly with your cold hands that you stuck against his bare chest.

He sighed softly but didn’t move because he knew that your hands were stopping you from sleeping.

“Goodnight jagi..”


Originally posted by mvssmedia

You were sat on the beach in the sun, but even if it was warm your hands were still cold. In this case you were happy they were always cold because you used them to cool your face off. Teahyung was all sweaty and couldn’t cool down so when he rembered that your hands were always cold he just grabbed them and put them on his face with a sigh of relief.

“Omg Jagi I love your cold hands!”


Originally posted by myjaebutt

You two would be at the movies, and yet again your hands were cold. It hadn’t been long since you two had started dating so you were afraid to hold his hand in case it might bother him. You had them on your lap but in the end he found your hands and took them in his. He didn’t say anything so you asked him if he minded your cold hands.

“Y/N don’t be silly if I’m holding them right now it means I don’t mind.” he would tell you, with a kiss on your cheek.

You spent the rest of the film hand in hand.

(gifs aren’t mne credit to owner) 

Dating takuya

-lots of teasing

-would put things on the highest shelves

-lots of dates

-cute dates

-one time you were walking down the han river eating cotton candy and you said “the sun is going down” he would say looking at you “I can still see it”

-always spouting cheesy one liners

-forces you to watch him practice -other members make fun of you

-you wonder why they’re so touchy with each other

-even tho most of them have girlfriends

-would often eat Ramen together -sweets kisses

-he often pecks you when with others

-but he gives full blown kisses when your alone

-teaches you japanese

-always calling you when promoting in Japan

-huge cuddler

-expecially in bed

-kinda like a puppy

-has many different ways to show his love towards you

Originally posted by hoithoit0729


Gretta: So, what, you just left after that?

Taz: I panicked. I gave her some excuse – and then yeah, I left. And then I came here, because where else would I go?

Gretta: Maybe to your own place?

Taz: Why? I wasn’t just bullshitting when I told her about the hole Adia left. It still hurts, I still miss her, but… it gets a little easier when I’m with you. I guess it’s because you know what it’s like – you lost your husband and your best friend. But you made yourself keep going… and you made me feel like I could, too.

Gretta: You’re being awfully sentimental tonight, for someone who just walked out on his girlfriend after she said she loved you.

Taz: Yeah – I really fucked that one up. What else is new?

anonymous asked:

How would Vasco, Jay and Zico feel about their girlfriend being pretty rough during sex (biting, scratching, pulling their hair)? Thank you, I love your blog so much🦄💕

Vasco: answered here

Jay: He definitely likes it rough sometimes during sex. I feel like he would like a lot of back scratching, knowing he satisfies his girl in all the right ways. 

Zico: He would be into hair pulling I think and he’d be slightly rough. Though he won’t overdo it.

-Daeny & Mint

anonymous asked:

You know what would be the best thing about being Harry's girlfriend? Being able to put a smile on his face

Definitely :) Gosh, I’d love that even if I wasn’t his gf. If I could make him smile I’d die happy (as I melted in a pool at his feet).

Random-ass GOT7 facts I love

• The members say that Jackson’s like Pandora’s box because his charming traits keep surprising you one by one

• Mark and Youngjae were originally very awkward around each other

• Bambam only shows his aegyo to his fans

• Youngjae sings in his sleep

• Jaebum likes Mickey Mouse

• If Mark had to date someone in GOT7 he would pick Jaebum because he makes decisions since Mark is unable to make them

• Before GOT7 debuted, the JYP company sent Jinyoung to New York for training

• Half of the time it’s Mark in charge of waking Youngjae up

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Do you ever get amazed by what’s actually canon? Because I sure do.

John has been told by his girlfriend that he was too obviously in love with Sherlock for them to keep dating.

John and Sherlock have danced alone in 221b.

When asked who he loved Sherlock immediately thought of John.

John and Sherlock have explicitly said they loved each other three times now.

After reading John’s blog post about meeting Sherlock, John’s friends automatically assumed he was gay and into him.

Sherlock overdosed knowing he would have to leave john forever and read John’s blog post of them meeting while flying to his death.

Sherlock brought himself to life after thinking about john being in danger.

Sherlock cured John’s limp.

John was incredibly jealous of Irene.

Sherlock wrote a letter confessing his love to read at John’s wedding.

Sherlock ignored a critical terrorist threat, electing to focus on john instead.

Sherlock ran into a bonfire to save John.

Johnlock is already pretty fucking canon.

Tbh I always thought that the whole “I have eaten the fruit of the land of the death” excuse that Persephone gave her mother was kinda convenient so consider this:

Hades “kidnaps” Persephone, but what he’s really doing is helping his real live actual girlfriend escape the clutches of emotionally abusive/toxic mom Demeter (see “I can’t talk to my daughter for six months so I’m gonna mope and make the rest of the world suffer with me”)

Super clingy mom Demeter shows up and demands her daughter come back with her, using her own emotional stability and the fucking FATE OF THE WORLD as a guilt trip

“I would totally love to mom, but wouldn’t you know it, I ate this one pomegranate seed and as a result I’m stuck here forever so you should probs just leave and forget about me because it looks like I’m dead forev–”

Zeus shows up.

“Nah man, as king of the gods I can totes negate the effect of those pomegranate seeds, and let you go back to the real world with your mom.”

Cue frantic head shaking and silent pleads from Persephone & Hades from behind Demeter’s back for Zeus to shut the fuck up man, that is not the plan. Zeus catches on instantly.

“But only for half the year, because, uh the laws of–you know, biology or some shit?”

The goddess of flowers and the queen of hell quietly contemplates what she will plant on Zeus’s grave after she murders him.

don’t talk to me about even meeting isak in that locker room after taking the courage to break up with his four year girlfriend for this boy and then having to hear from that same boy that he decided his life would be better off without mentally ill people around him,,, dont fucking talk to me about even realizing what that meant. about him having to make a decision right there, for both his and isak’s sake. don’t talk to me about even looking isak in the eyes and saying “i think they would love you” while knowing that might be the last time they ever spoke to each other

Rooftops : Jughead Jones Pt. 1

Part Two

request: a jughead x reader lil thang where maybe the reader broke up with archie? or one of the football players. and they used to always chill on the readers roof (a cute childhoodism) and he maybe finds them up there and comforts them (possibly romantic?) 

 requested by: anonymous

A/N: I DID NOT MEAN TO VILLIANIZE ARCHIE, but I did. I am so sorry about that. Whoops. Overall, though, I am in love with this. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did writing it. I would love if you guys would give me some feedback on this. Potential fic???? Let me know, darlings. xx aubree

warnings: cheating. 

word count: 993

(gif not mine)


Originally posted by screamkin

On the weekend of July 4th, Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, and Y/N Y/L/N were planning on taking a road trip. Archie had bailed on both his best friend and his girlfriend, earning the wrath of both. Archie and Jughead hadn’t spoken since, until Betty brought them together. Archie and Y/N had been having relationship problems ever since.

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Being Sebastian Stan girlfriend would include:

⚫Clingy Seb

⚫Cuddly Seb

⚫Sebastian showing you off on instagram

⚫” Isn’t she lovely” *insert cute picture*

⚫Listening to him speak romanian

⚫ Playing with his hair

⚫Him being a five years old child and you being the mom

⚫Having sarcastic banter every fucking day

⚫ “ I want a divorce.” “ Papers are filed. On your doorstep in the morning”

⚫ Little fights about random things

⚫Make up sex

⚫Sweet sex

⚫Scavenger hunt through the city for his birthday

⚫Workout couple goals

⚫Basic Goals

⚫Everything goals really

⚫You being supportive of his career

⚫Him being supportive of yours

⚫You actually make a bit more money than he does

⚫ “ I am such a gold digger”

⚫ “Sure thing, want the shoes matching that shirt ?”

⚫ “ You know me so well love”

⚫ Teasing about the whole Bucky/Winter Soldier

⚫ “ Imagine what sex would be like with the Winter Soldier though.. So rough”

⚫ “Stop it.. Or i might show you what rough looks like”

⚫ “ Oooh wouldn’t mind that..”

OKAY I MIGHT STOP THERE because that could turn out as a fanfiction and I am in class unrf

okay but can we talk about Alec having Max’s party at Magnus’ loft??? Having shadowhunters, his parents.. AT HIS BOYFRIENDS HOUSE???? A man a warlock and one of the most important, feared and powerful downworlders??? Alec who was so scared he had to make up a girlfriend, Alec who feared his siblings would turn their backs on him, Alec who was going to MARRY A WOMAN. Alec who always knew he couldnt have what he wanted until Magnus came along. Alec who said enough. And he really meant enough.

Christmas Dinner - Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: Damian and the bat fam is going to Dami’s little gf house for Christmas and her older sister opens the door and Jason falls in love with the sister.

“Remind me again why I’m the one who has to drive you to your girlfriend’s house.” Jason complained.

“Because Grayson is on a date with his flavor of the month and Drake taking me would result in one of us being obliterated. You were the logical option.” Damian explained. “Besides my girlfriend wants to meet you for whatever reason. Something about wanting to meet all of my brothers and you being the last to hold out.”

“Well isn’t she sweet.” Jason commented dryly as he pulled into your driveway. “Alright amscray.” Jason said when the car came to a stop.

“Not a chance. She will kill me if she doesn’t meet you.” Damian said shaking his head. Jason sighed in defeat and shut off the ignition.

“Fine.” Jason sighed, zipping up his coat in preparation for facing the bitter cold. He didn’t wait to see if Damian was following him when he quickly made his way over to the door. Might as well get this over with.

Jason rang the doorbell and shoved his hands in his pocket while he waited for someone to answer the door. He expected Damian’s girlfriend or hell one of her parent’s. He certainly didn’t expect to be greeted by the captivating vision that was Damian’s girlfriend’s sister. Jason’s jaw dropped at the sight of you while you stood there staring at him expectantly.

Say something asswipe! Jason’s mind shouted at him.

“Uh … Hi.” Jason said. He intended to say something smoother

“Hi? Can I help you?” You asked. Jason couldn’t help but be utterly enchanted by the sound of your voice. God, it sounded like music to his ears.

“I - uh … well you see …” Jason stuttered, completely struck by your presence.

“Hey [Y/N]. The bumbling idiot with the fly trap mouth is my brother.” Damian greeted

“Oh I see … does he have a name?” You asked flirtatiously. Damian shoved his elbow into Jason’s side when he didn’t immediately answer. Jason blinked rapidly and shut his mouth in attempt to regain composure. He was making a fool of himself.

“Jason. My name’s Jason.” He answered perhaps a little too eagerly. What was wrong with him today? Why did you reduce him to acting like some sort of love sick teenager? He was a grown man, he knew how to talk to women so why were you any different.

You let out the most adorable laugh and opened the door open further invitingly.

“It’s nice to meet you Jason. Would you like to stay for Christmas dinner? I made dessert.” You said temptingly with a suggestive wink. Jason melted inside at your proposition and immediately wanted to agree. He had never been one to be all that big on Christmas or family gatherings but if it meant he could have the chance to get to know you better he couldn’t find the sign up sheet fast enough.


“Sure!” Jason and Damian said simultaneously. Damian shot a glare in Jason’s direction and Jason gave him a defiant look in return.

“Great! The more the merrier!” You said happily, taking Jason by the hands and pulling him into your parents home. As you gave Jason the tour of the home and introduced him to everyone, Jason could vaguely hear Damian grumbling behind him.

“ … should have asked Tim to drive.”

Grammys: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Sorry this one’s kinda short, I just did a little drabble (but it’s longer than a series chapter) let me know if you want a part two maybe and I’ll whip something up ok love you guys!!! And btw some of these requests I’ve been getting lately are super amazing I love em I love you xoxo

Anonymous said:
Hi! Can I request a josh dun x reader where they’re at the Grammys and Josh goes with her and he is very happy to show her girlfriend to the world? Please 😁

*female reader

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you examined your dress, your makeup, your hair, everything about you. You had to look perfect. There would be millions of people watching you, eyes fixed on you, giving you the title of the girlfriend belonging to the one and only Joshua William Dun of Twenty One Pilots. And completely honest, you were not ready at all. Josh was handsome and hot and talented and famous and you were, well, you. Your smile faded away as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to take a deep breath and search for that lost self-confidence, closing your eyes and beginning to tell yourself you looked just fine when you felt two arms wrap around you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before resting on your shoulder and whispering in your ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous, y/n,” Josh murmured quietly before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “Damn I don’t think I’m going to let you leave the house looking like that.”

“Whatever,” you giggled, turning around and looking up at him, both of you sharing a rather passionate kiss. When you pulled away, you stared into your eyes. “Really? I look okay?”

“Okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“You sure?” you insisted.

“I swear,” he chuckled. “Gosh, I have to give it to Jenna, you do look really amazing in yellow.” It had been Tyler’s idea for the two of you to wear bright yellow dresses to match Josh’s new hair. While you seemed a little skeptical at first, Jenna insisted, saying it complimented your eyes, and even dragged you out to a shop for the day to go searching for the perfect one for you.

“The dress looks like Belle’s from Beauty and the Beast,” you nodded, twirling around in it once, the fabric flowing around your legs and Josh’s smile grew even wider.

“Exactly,” he grinned. “You’re a princess.”

“More like the beast,” you teased.

“Oh shut up,” he rolled his eyes, pulling you into a huge hug. “I’m not lying when I say you look like the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You’re too kind,” you smirked. “Now come on. Let’s hurry over there and kick butt! I bet you’re going to win more than one!”

“We’re lucky if we win one,” he laughed. “But I agree, we should head over.”

When you were both driving to the venue, you could feel something was off. Josh kept biting his lower lip, knuckles turning white because he was clenching the steering wheel too hard, or constantly darting his eyes around nervously. “You okay, babe?” you raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Huh?” he whipped his head around to look at you when he reached a stop light. “I’m okay.”

“You look nervous as hell,” you softened your eyes.

“I am,” he admitted. “I’m scared to death.”

“Don’t worry,” you soothed. “You look amazing, your music sounds amazing, and you guys are amazing. I know you’ll win.”

“Yeah, but everyone will be staring at me,” he mumbled. “A million eyes all watching me if I go up on that stage. Even if I don’t. I have this bright yellow hair and these gages and-”

“And they’re all tiny reasons that add up to why I love you,” you reminded.

“I feel like I’m going to look like a fool,” Josh whispered. “I mean, I already do in this tuxedo and bowtie.”

“Don’t say that,” you argued. “You look like Prince Charming. Perfect for a princess like me, right?”

“Right,” he smiled. “I just don’t want to mess up.”

“Sometimes I wish I could just punch your anxiety in the face,” you frowned.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Me too.”

“Look sweetie, you’re going to do absolutely amazing,” you reassured. “And besides, I’ll be right there beside you. Got it?”

“Definitely,” he nodded, turning into a parking spot. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Gosh, I can’t even believe we got this far.”

“I’m so proud of you guys,” you beamed.

“We’re just two guys from Columbus, Ohio. We were literally just playing in front of handfuls of people in a basement and now we’re selling out Madison Square Garden, being televised nationally, and now we have a chance at winning a Grammy. That’s absolutely insane,” he sighed, parking the car and staring at you. “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“I’m so happy for you,” you kissed him on the lips. “Ready to add another accomplishment to that long list?”

“You bet,” he agreed.

When you arrived, there was already plenty of people there. Luckily, you hadn’t spotted anyone else wearing such a bold shade of yellow, and it made you excited and happy. It wasn’t long before a teenage boy was running up to Josh, huge smile plastered on his face. “Hey, uh, I was wondering if maybe I could get an autograph, please?” he wondered, grinning up at Josh. “I’ve been listening to your music for years. I’m a huge fan.”

“Absolutely,” Josh nodded, receiving the marker and piece of paper he handed him.

“So who’s this lucky lady?” the boy asked.

“Oh, y/n?” Josh laughed, tugging you right at his side and wrapping an arm around your waist. “This is my lovely girlfriend.”

“Sweet,” the boy grinned. “She’s very pretty.”

“Isn’t she?” Josh beamed. “You know, before we came here she was being all flustered acting like she didn’t look good in this dress. Can you believe that?”

“Josh,” you turned red, stifling a chuckle.

“You guys are the perfect couple,” the boy laughed. “Thanks so much for the autograph, Josh.”

“No problem,” he reassured. He ran away happily and you slapped Josh on the arm.

“Why’d you say that?” you joked.

“What? Say that you’re beautiful?” he raised an eyebrow. “Because you are.”

“Flirt,” you smirked. “Come on, let’s go look for Jenna and Tyler.”

“Wait! Joshua Dun!” an interviewer raced up to the two of you, microphone in hand, a camera crew following close behind. “My name is Stacey. I’m a reporter here tonight, I was wondering if you would be open to sharing about the lovely lady you brought with you tonight possibly? She isn’t a familiar face, but she definitely will be remembered after tonight. That’s a lovely dress dear.”

“Thanks,” you blushed.

“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend,” Josh presented you and thrust out his hands, waving them up and down as if he was selling a product or showing a prize on a gameshow. “She’s the only award I need tonight.”

“How sweet,” Stacey gushed. She shook Josh and your hand and then grinned back at the camera. “Look at these two love birds.”

“Love birds indeed,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “But I think it’s time for us to fly away now.”

“Oh yes, you two run along. I think Tyler and Jenna are over by the red carpet,” she informed. “Good luck tonight!”

“Thanks so much,” Josh responded, linking his arm with yours and plastering on a smile. “Come on my little chickadee, we’ve got a lot more stuff to do before we win that Grammy.”

“Chickadee?” you giggled. “You’re awfully cheerful now.”

“I’ve got good vibes,” he shrugged. “Oh look! There’s Tyler and Jenna!”

“Where?” your eyes instantly darted around in search of the matching bright yellow, and when you saw her, your face lit up. “Goddammit she looks like a Queen.”

“You look better,” he whispered in your ear with a sly smile as you approached them both. You were about to protest but Josh was already unlinking his arm from yours, engulfing Tyler in a huge hug, and Jenna approached you with a huge grin.

“Oh my goodness gracious, y/n!” Jenna exclaimed. “You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale, sweetheart.”

“Me?” you laughed. “Look at you!”

“She looks smoking,” you could hear Tyler whisper to Josh. “I could barely breathe when she walked out of the bedroom.”

“I know, same here,” Josh agreed in a low murmur. “She didn’t even notice me staring at her from the doorway. Dude, I was floored.”

“I don’t know but I think we should start doing more of these Grammy things if they’re going to look as hot as this,” Tyler teased.

“Hey!” Jenna snapped, giving him a playful tug on the ear. “You boys should work on your whispering skills. We can hear everything.”

“Then that just means you’ll know how much we think you look so freaking sexy tonight,” Tyler smirked, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her closer. “Right, babe?”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes, planting her lips on his for a kiss. A couple flashes went off and Josh chuckled.

“Come on guys,” he laughed. “Let’s keep the PDA to a minimum.”

“Shut up,” Tyler narrowed his eyes when he pulled away from the kiss, squeezing Jenna’s hand before letting go. “I bet you guys are going to be all over each other by the time we sit down.”

“It’s the Grammys,” Josh argued. “We have to be well behaved.”

“Well behaved,” Tyler scoffed. “Like that’s something we know how to do.”

“You’re being so silly,” Jenna sighed.

“Just wait until we take our pants off,” Tyler winked. “Then it will get real.”

“What?” you and Jenna both exclaimed at the same time.

“Nothing,” Tyler reassured. “Just a joke.”

“It better be,” Jenna warned.

“Sure…” Josh smirked, leaving both of you curious of what the hell that meant.


#btsimagine • going on little adventures with jungkook

Not the Jealous Type

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Remus imagine where he heard guys talking about Y/N, his girlfriend, about how he doesn’t deserve her and he thinks it’s true but then he hears them talking about hot is she and how they imagine touching her body and he just gets so angry that he goes up to her and just kiss her so hard and it gets smut from here? And please can you make him so dominant and like in charge? You know, tying her to the bed and fistful of hair? Thanks Awesome writing btw, LOVE IT!!

A/N: So, I made the reader a bad-ass Hufflepuff, because I like to imagine I’m a bad-ass Hufflepuff. I’m not actually bad-ass, but I like to pretend to be bad-ass.  

Warnings: SMUT!!! And slight creepiness….


Remus Lupin was never the jealous type. Sure, he would get angry when someone was flirting with his girlfriend, but he knew that she would tell them off. They both trusted each other enough to know that they wouldn’t cheat. So, that never gave either of them reason to be jealous. Besides, most boys knew that she was off limits, just because of the sheer amount of times she had trouble walking and how there were certain days she would fold up her collar to hide the hickeys littered on her neck. So it came as a shock to her when he overheard something pertaining to his beautiful girl.


He was on Prefect duty when he overheard it happen the first time. 

“Yeah, so how are things going with asking (Y/L/N) out?” He heard a hushed voice. Remus gritted his teeth and clenched his hand into a fist.

“It’s fine, but then her ‘pwecious wittwe boyfwiend’ Lupin always shows up.” Another voice said mockingly.

“Yeah, he doesn’t fucking deserve her.” The first voiced growled out.

“Hey, Assholes!” A female voice shouted out. “I think I’ll decide who I deserve for myself, so why don’t you go fuck yourselves, because you obviously are too pathetic to get someone who would want to fuck you.”

Remus rounded the corner from where he was standing and you noticed and quickly walked past the two boys to your boyfriend. You placed a kiss on the side of his cheek. “Hey, Remus.” You said before grabbing his hand and pulling him around the corner and then you stopped. 

“Remus, are you okay?” You ask worriedly.

“Yeah.” He said distractedly, still not sure what happened.

“Don’t listen to them. They’re douchebags, okay?” You told him, cupping his face and forcing him to look at you.

He gulped a bit before nodding his head. 

You smiled at him brightly and he smiled back before grabbing your hands and lacing your fingers together.“I love you.” You said shyly, kissing him quickly.

“I love you more, my little badass Hufflepuff.” He said while nuzzling your nose.

“Somehow, I don’t think you could love me more than I love you.” You whispered to him, before placing another kiss on his lips. You pulled away, before un-lacing your fingers and starting to walk away. “I have to go to the library. See you later, Remy!” You yelled as you headed down the hallway to head to the library.

As you walked away, Remus chuckled before shaking his head slightly wondering how he was lucky enough to be dating you.

Little did he know that you were feeling the same way.


When he overheard it the second time, he was in the library studying for a Transfiguration exam.

“So, I heard that (Y/L/N) is good in bed.” One voice said.

“Yeah, I heard that she was going around giving blowjobs to anyone who asked.” Another voice said.

Remus clenched his teeth and tried to ignore it, trying to focus on his studying.

“Do you think she would give me one?” The first voice asked.

Remus’ hand formed a fist, and his quill broke in half. He felt his body stiffen with anger.

“Maybe, if she stopped hanging around that fucking Lupin.” The other voice said.

“Yeah, he doesn’t fucking deserve her.” The first voice agreed.

“Just imagine her moaning and writhing underneath you.”

“Yeah, and her screaming our name and she would finger herself.”

“And she would love her boobs being squeezed.”

Remus growled and stood up not being able to stand them hearing about defiling his girl anymore. He walked over to the table, not hearing anything but the blood pounding in his ears. He walked over and they were still engrossed in their conversation and he growled softly. His hand curled into a fist and he punched the table and glared at them. 

“I’d suggest you fuckers shut the hell about fucking my girl.” He snarled at them. “She’s my bloody girlfriend, not your plaything.” He seethed, his voice dangerously low. “And if you lay a hand on her, I’ll hunt you down and fucking murder you.” His voice was low and his green eyes had darkened to a gray.

“Hey, Remy.” Your cheerful voice cut through the air.

He turned on his heel and stared at you with his angry, intense eyes. He pushed you up to the nearest bookcase and smashed his lips to yours. His hands were everywhere, your hips, your waist, your shoulders. He had pinned your smaller frame up against the bookcase with no way of escaping. Not that you wanted to. This very possessive Remus excited you, if you were being completely honest. You melted into the kiss before he pulled away to stare down at you. Your cheeks were flushed, your eyes lidded and glazed and you were breathing heavily. He stared at your heaving chest making him go rock hard. 

“Remus.” You gasped out. “What’s gotten into you?” You ask, still breathing heavily. 

Instead of an answer, he kisses you again even more forcefully. He gripped your hips and ground into you, causing you to moan into his mouth. He took advantage of that and shoved his tongue into your mouth, and was completely dominating you. You loved it, though. But, you didn’t want to get caught. So, you brought your hands up to his shoulders to push him away from you.

“Not here, Remus.” You panted. Your protests faltered as he moved his face to your neck and started attacking the exposed skin there. 

“Remus.” You moaned out, trying your best to not give into his touch. “Remus, we have class.” You said, pushing him away, again.

“Fuck class.” He growled out. He stared at you with his smoldering gaze again, and you tried rubbing your thighs together to ease the tension building up inside of you. He grabbed you, and threw you over his shoulder, so that you were looking at his back, as he held onto your legs.

“Remus?” You question.

You felt a hand smack your backside. “Shut the hell up, unless you want to suffer.” Remus growled out. 

He stalked out of the library and before you knew it you were in his bedroom. He threw you onto his bed and you landed with an “oomph.”

“Remus, what’s going on?” You ask, slightly concerned, but thoroughly turned on. 

His eyes darkened even more, if that were possible. He pinned you down before growling into your ear. “You talked. Guess my girl is gonna have to suffer.” He nibbled on your earlobe causing a shiver to run up your body. He crashed his lips to your again and loosened your tie. He pinned your arms above your head and bound them with your tie. You moaned as his hand trailed down to your hip and gripped it bringing you closer. You lifted your leg and hooked it over his hip, grinding up into his crotch. He moaned into the kiss before his hand brought your other leg around his waist. His hands moved down to your ass, massaging and groping it causing you to moan even more and you moved your hips trying to create more friction. He smirked into the kiss before smacking your ass and pulling away to look down at you.

“Dirty girl.” He whispered into your ear. “So needy.” His voice was husky sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m the needy one?” You ask, arching your eyebrow.

He smacked your ass again, harder this time, and growled at you. “I told you not to talk.” 

“Make me.” You challenge. 

He took off his tie and pulled your hair forcing your head up. “Open your mouth.” He commands. You obey. With your mouth open he uses his tie as a gag and still grabbing your hair he whispers into your ear, “You’re only allowed to move when I tell you you can. You can only moan when I want you to, and most importantly you can’t come until I give you permission. Understand?” He growls seductively. 

You nod furiously and he releases your hair letting you fall back into the mattress. He stares down at you; your (H/C) locks spread wildly, your (E/C) orbs dark, your cheeks flushed, your chest heaving and your arms above your head making him want nothing more than to drill you into the mattress. He quickly rips your shirt off, buttons flying everywhere. When he sees your bra he growled frustratedly and just quickly rips it off. 

You try to protest, but not only were you gagged, but he was furiously rubbing your core through your panties. You push your hips into his hand, eager and wanting.

He shook his head. “Not yet, baby. You’ve gotta suffer.” He says, with a smirk. 

Your eyes widen because you just needed the relief. You tried to talk through the restraints, but only managed to make a series of pleading noises. 

He smirked down at you before pulling your skirt off your legs. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and started placing kisses on the inside of your thigh. He slowly works his way to your pulsating core, his slow nibbling driving you insane. He tortures your other leg the same way before he finally kisses you through your underwear. You (try to) moan loudly, your hips bucking into his face. He chuckles against your core, the vibrations driving you insane. You move your hips even more, but he pushes your hips down with one of his arms. 

He slowly pulled your underwear off before staring at your dripping core. He sticks a finger inside you without warning and start pumping furiously. He adds another finger and another and within moments you are ready to release, but before you can, he pulls his fingers out of you.

Your eyes which were closed, with the expectancy of ecstasy opened immediately and you felt so angry. But soon you were moaning through your restraints as Remus was eating you out. You were reaching your peak again, and you were ready to hit cloud nine when he pulled away. Again.

At this point you were beyond frustrated, because you couldn’t speak, couldn’t move and you couldn’t release. Remus released your gag and started to kiss you furiously. He moved away from your lips placing kisses down your jaw and neck.

“You can talk now, baby.” He said, while nibbling on your earlobe.

“Remus. Clothes. Off. Now.” You panted out, moaning lewdly as he moved on to sucking and nibbling at your perky nipples.

He chuckled against your breast before muttering out, “Needy, much?” 

“Remus.” You whined.He chuckles again and wastes no time in pulling off his shirt, pants and boxers. He pumped into you quickly and unexpectedly causing you to moan even louder. He thrusts into you relentlessly. You thrust your hips up to meet his, but couldn’t keep up, so you gave up, preferring to be dominated. 

You felt your high coming up. “Remus, please don’t stop.” You begged. “Please.” 

He gave no response, except plunging into you harder. You released all over him and screamed his name. He didn’t slow down, in fact he flipped you over and started fucking you from behind. He hit much deeper, and you moaned much louder. He started thrusting harder, the bed hitting the wall. He pounded into you relentlessly and you came again. He didn’t stop and he flipped you over again, placing your legs on his shoulders. 

“Please, don’t stop.” You moan out, your breath shaking.

“Don’t worry baby. I’m close too.” He reached up and undid your restraints and arms flew to his shoulders, your nails leaving red marks.

Within moments you both came, screaming each others name.

Needless to say, you couldn’t walk properly for a week afterwards and no boy ever talked about you again.


There you go! Hope you enjoyed it!! Please send me more requests!!!

Monsta X Reacts to Finding Their GF’s “Toy”

Request: Hi! How would the MX members react if they found their girlfriends “toy”? :D Thanks <3 I love your blog :)

Shownu: *blinks slowly with blank expression, slowly furrows eyebrows as he seriously begins to think about it* “but like…we have sex. like a lot of sex. like, how do you find time to…?” 
It would take him awhile to process, but he’d eventually come to terms with it. 

Originally posted by trainingpanda

Wonho: he would give this little, knowing grin as soon as he saw it. i know the boy says he’s going to stay celibate but in my humble opinion THAT IS A DAMN LIE. you can not ooze sex and not claim to have any. he would be like “okay, i get it, but also, i’m here. with all dis dick, so like utilize the real thing. i will take one for the team. you don’t have to worry about my well being. just use me. i will be your toy.”

Originally posted by monstaxs

Kihyun: he would be mildly shocked at first. He’s kind of the mother and caregiver for the group, so you may get scolded for leaving it somewhere someone could find it. 
after a few moments, and actually thinking about it, he’d probably pull out some bullshit like “but…you should probably show me how you use it. you know…for science.”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Minhyuk: *cue the nervous laughter* he’d shrivel into a ball of secondhand embaressment, blushes, and general cuteness. “Of course i know what it is jagi, it doesn’t mean i’ve ever SEEN one before.”
i think it could be a learning/discovery session shortly after, so he can learn to assist you and use the toy in the bedroom to bring things up to the next level. 

Originally posted by beastdw

Hyungwon: *half lidded eyes* “so you’re telling me, doing this doesn’t make you even more tired than when we have sex?” 
I feel like Hyungwon would be barely fazed. He’d get confirmation as to what exactly it was, how it worked, and kind of nod in a newfound understanding. Then he’d roll back over and take a nap to “better process the information.”

Originally posted by hyungvon

Jooheon: he’d totally see it and his eyes would grow in size and his jaw would drop. After realizing you were watching him, he’d immediately try to switch it to swag mode and act totally cool about it. “yeah, i totally knew what that was. you ain’t gotta tell me. psh, I know i make you feel at least fifteen times better than that thing. whatever it happens to do. which i totally know, but i’m just testing you to know if you know.”

Originally posted by honeypup

I.M.: he’d start blushing, but homeboy would probably have a matching one. yeah, he’s the maknae, but i’m totally convinced he’s NASTY. After giving you a tough time after he found it, he would probably try some line like: “want me to teach you how to use this thing properly jagi?” but would totally become a blushing mess once the time came. 

Originally posted by eunhasmom

  • Oliver Hampton: Actively refers to himself as 'DJ Hammy Hampton' and 'Hacky McHackerson'.
  • Oliver: Once cried when he thought his cat was dead
  • Oliver: Said cat was named Mr. Giggles
  • Oliver: Owns Flashdance on vinyl
  • Oliver: Owner and has all rights to the 'of coURSE NOT! ......that would be iLLEGAL!?' meme.
  • Oliver: Went on drunk ramblings to Wes' girlfriend about his boyfriend troubles
  • Oliver: Actually exchanges fucking bitmojis with his love interests???????
  • Oliver: Makes Annalise Keating of all people smile on the reg.
  • Tumblr: Looks like a cold blooded killer to me.
They Called You What?

Request: Hey. I loved “First Time for Everything” can you do one where Bruce reacts to hearing the batboys calling batmom “mom” for the first time please? If not, that’s cool too!

AN:  So this is directly related to an imagine that I previously wrote, which is here.


Bruce had decided that he wanted you to meet his sons since you were his girlfriend.  When he told his sons about you, Dick was unsurprisingly, the first one to volunteer.  And he did meet you.  Bruce thought that you and Dick had definitely gotten along very fast.

So it wasn’t unexpected when he heard his eldest call you mom.   He had completely expected that Dick would call you mom, since you were someone who gave all their love, even if you didn’t know them, and because Dick was someone who thrived for love.  


Like you, Bruce thought it was pretty funny when Tim first called you “Mommy.”  Bruce had to go away for a mission, so he wasn’t there when it happened.  But news travels fast in the family.  Within a day Bruce heard about it.  

Bruce knew it would happen eventually.  And he knew it would be because of Tim’s sleep deprivation.  And because of the insane love for coffee you both had.  So no surprise there.  But he was glad that Tim was able to create a mother-son bond with you, even after the death of his own mother.  


Everyone was there when Damian called you mom.  You had been kidnapped, and they went to get you back.  Only to find out that you had been kidnapped by Damian’s birth mother, Talia AL Ghul.  When Damian first met you, he couldn’t care less, but over time he grew to love you.  More than his own mother.  

So when Bruce heard Damian call you mother, well it would be an understatement to say he was shocked.  Bruce knew that Damian hadn’t been raised traditionally, or with a loving mother every kid needed.  He knew that Damian was taught that emotions like love were a bad thing.  So when he saw that Damian loved you more than his birth mother, all he felt was happiness and pride.  Happy that you had shown his son to accept love.  


Bruce was hesitant when it came to you meeting Jason.  He knew that his son had different morals than him, but he knew that his son needed love.  That motherly love that was absent in his life.  Bruce wanted Jason to be able to allow you into his life so he could get that love he always refused.  

That night you called Bruce to tell him you were visiting Jason.  Later that night he heard what happened during your visit.  Jason called you mom.  Bruce’s heart swelled with joy, content, and love to hear that his son had seen you as a mother.  Bruce saw it as a chance to reconnect the family.  To have Jason be his son again.  

AN: Sorry, I feel like I was in a writer’s block trying to make this and I think I could’ve done wayyy better.  Anyways I hope you like it @wowjeena

timeline of bloom

pairing: jimin x reader
word count: 2.1k

  → i kissed you before midnight and then our fingers laced together and you pressed your lips against mine again at the staircase and i wondered what we were and you said i was your girlfriend and that was lovely in itself and i hope it lasts.


You don’t expect it when the tangerine locks appear behind the creaked door, in the midst of your own tousling. Namjoon enters without hesitance, and it seems Jimin is the first friend you’ll meet that night. Jimin doesn’t give you much thought at first, and you are quick to meet the back of his head where a white pair of outdated sunglasses rest arrogantly, pathetically.

There are less people than you’d thought there would be at the rowdy party in the weary apartment complex, but Namjoon assures you that they’re all cool people, and it takes you a minute for the tension in your shoulders to release.

Some boy in a varsity jacket hands you a shot, and you shyly accept. His name was Jung Hoseok, you found out, and the story went that his smile made flowers grow.

“Who’s the guy by the couch?” you ask Min Yoongi carefully, and he almost looks annoyed when he answers you.

“Jungkook. Fucked off Molly, let him deal with it himself.”


Tangerine locks glances your way again. He’d been thrown in the tub mere minutes ago, but hadn’t bothered changing his clothes. His white t-shirt clings to his upper body, and your mouth curls at the involuntary thoughts that start roaming through your head.

“Jimin.” he sighs and throws himself down next to you with a towel elegantly resting on his shoulders. “Just so you don’t leave this party without at least knowing my name.”

You tell him your own name, just to be polite, and he reiterates teasingly after licking his bottom lip. He makes his mind up in that second that he wants to be with you. Date you. Be in a relationship. Perhaps a month, but maybe forever. Jimin’s vision blurs slightly around your frame, but your eyes are vividly clear and he doesn’t doubt your beauty for a second.

“You came here with Namjoon?” his voice raises in question, and it dawns on you just how short his fingers are when he points to your tall friend.

He watches you intently as you nod, and you wonder if he’d always been this close to you or if he’d scooted closer when you didn’t notice.


The scar on your thigh had reminded him of an accident he’d had when he was younger, and the proximity between your bodies was lessening, for which you’d eventually blame Hoseok for, as he was the one who brought you the rows of shots.

“Oh my God, you are so embarrassing.” he kicks his head back with an eye roll when you finish telling him the story of how you got caught cheating in math, and how you spent every night after that crying out of shame.

A whiny sound leaves your lips as you slap his thigh to scold him, but your hand stays there even after the punch, and his skin is no longer red because it hurts.

“Okay, now tell me something.” he finally asks after the laughter has escaped his lungs, his voice much more baritone now. “Why is Namjoon’s tongue not down your throat?”

“Huh?” your eyes widen in confusion, and you wonder if you read his intentions wrong, so you lift your hand from his thigh. A smirk stretches his cheek simultaneously as he lets his gaze follow your hand. “Why would it be?”

“Relax,” he breathes at your jumpiness, “It’s just because he’s brought the prettiest little thing to my apartment, yet your hand is on my thigh, and his hand is down her thigh.”

You barely catch the second part of the sentence when your mind clutters and the thought of kissing Jimin becomes more dominant.

“Perhaps the prettiest little thing has something else in mind.” you finally speak through your fluttered lids, and your voice dies out at the end because you clearly lack the courage, but it doesn’t matter much because his lips meet yours anyway.

His lips are dumbly soft and yours are bursting with joy in the midst of the fiery, red kiss.


It’s almost midnight and you’ve kissed Jimin more times than you can count on your one hand, and he’s considered his bedroom during each kiss, but his fists curls in restraint and he convinces himself he needs to be smoother with you, because he knows you aren’t that girl, and you’re convinced you are.

“Why didn’t Namjoon bring you earlier?” he breathes into your lips once, when his hands are fiercely on your hips. “You’re the most beautiful, perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

When Jimin kisses you, he also makes the world stop spinning, and you wonder if that isn’t an awful lot of work to put into one kiss. Love fills every inch of your body, and you play with the thought of it being real. Jimin plays with this thought, too, until your scent becomes intoxicating and he can’t think of anything but kissing you again.

“You,” he quips, drawls, and the empty glasses behind the two of you attest to everything, “are the only girl I ever want to kiss.”

“Jimin, we met like an hour and a half ago.” you try to speak sense into him, but you can’t help the falling once it starts, and you don’t believe a word you’re saying anyway.

“Ah, shut up.” he smiles with his hand cupped around your jaw. “It’s real and you know it.”


Jimin’s kisses have traveled south just once and a cheeky little painting of purple stains your neck now, and a slurred romantic story as for why left his lips at one point, but it didn’t matter much to you. You liked it, you were nobody’s, and you wanted to be his.

He introduced you to Taehyung as his girlfriend in his own drunk, brazen manner and Taehyung induced a loud cheers as Jimin’s hand burned the skin on your waist.

“What about tomorrow?” you ask courageously in the bathroom after the door closed and it all got a little quiet, and Jimin flicked his eyes open from the sink and watched you in the mirror.

“Tomorrow is a distant concept.” he mutters lightly, and a careless smile spreads widely. “But I will tell you about forever.”

He turns around and his lower back rests on the edge of the sink, his arms straight in his pockets, and a languid smile.

“Forever isn’t distant?” you taunt him and his responsive brow quirk humors you greatly.

“Oh, I can relate to forever. I can tell you all the tales of forever. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow; maybe we’ll go for frozen yogurt? Do you like frozen yogurt?” he ponders for a split second before dismissing any possible answer you’d throw his way, “It doesn’t matter. I’ll find out tomorrow.”

“Tell me a tale of forever?” you ask shyly and your voice becomes near that of a whisper.

“Just us.” he hums and his eyes flutter shut, and for a second you just let the room spin.

“You’re sweet.” you whisper through closed lids, and you try to ignore the burn that spreads across your chest.


Your hands have been intertwined for so long you barely remember how it feels to have the spaces between your fingers not filled with Jimin. He smiles whenever he lifts his sleeve and sees your red nail polish contrasting his pale skin.

Your back is up against the wall when you stand on the staircase with Jimin, he’s shorter than you now, and his pearly whites spreading his lips from each other with every rose that blooms on your cheeks. It’s not always that words are being spoken, and this was one of the quiet moments when you both indulged in butterflies and bouquets.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks dauntingly and your eyes grow in bewilderment. “It’s fucking giggle galore in here.”

“But this is your apartment.”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. These people are like my family anyways.”

He doesn’t take long before his fingers separate from yours and he grasps your wrist in a tight grip, pulling you with him until you slide out the front door unnoticed.

Tangerine locks bounce all the way down the stairs of the apartment complex, you almost stumble once or twice, and you have no idea why you’re laughing as hard as you are.

Jimin thinks you’re so cute he finds it hard to keep calm as his fists tighten in frustration.

It takes about 15 minutes before you kiss again, and the wait is absolutely awful.


Two creepy pubs and a grocery store later, and you’re finding yourself on the sidewalk with a bag of chips and Jimin’s head in your lap.

“You are so beautiful to me,” he sings and you find the courage to stroke his hair and he scoffs with contentment and you sigh discreetly out of relief. You were more nervous than you’d let him know, but perhaps that’s what happens when you fall in love.

“You can tell me if you like frozen yogurt now, if you want to.” he quips earnestly, and you consider obliging.

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

He makes his mind up that he wants to know everything about you, and it stings a little that he doesn’t know if you like frozen yoghurt or not. He nods idly, and accepts the fate of the uncertain, but it seems to him that he fears mystery more than he’s led on so far.

Your movement falters whenever you catch a glimpse of his lips, Jimin is desperately trying to savor the scent of you, and there’s a growing fear that, perhaps, this isn’t forever. You recognize that you are both young, and the awareness makes you shake, but you wonder why you’re blinking tears away.

“I’m in love with you,” he drawls at last, and he knows it’s terribly brazen, and maybe he’s just saying it to hear how it sounds when the words are being spoken. “I know so.”

The three words burst out of you, and you hate yourself for blurting it out. You would’ve never said it had Jimin given you another second to think, and you’re wishing you would perish, and the longer the silence persists, the more you want to disappear.

Jimin freezes until he flutters his eyes open, and he knows his heart isn’t lying to him.

“Okay.” he smiles. “I love you, too.”


The world spins much slower now, and Jimin falls into the idea of taking you home when you tell him you’d like a dog.

“So soulmates exists.” he confirms with his lips pressed against yours, and you attest to it apparently, kissing him back.

He mutters something sweet to the cusp of your ear, and you’re almost a little sad that you missed it, but it is then that his coffee swirled eyes look into yours, and you notice that the red is lessening and his gaze burns a little less.

You weren’t yet sure if you liked the burning, but you accepted that burning comes with heat and that was the aftermath of sparks.

“Do you want to come home with me?” his voice gets a little lower, and perhaps he’s a little nervous, but there’s virtually no reason not to, so you nod innocently and swing his arm a little higher.

However, then regret starts seeping in and Jimin looks at you with fear of what the night has escalated to, and he wonders if perhaps tomorrow does matter, and if perhaps forever is a distant concept. He wonders if his heart could be wrong, if infatuation could be as blinding or if it really was your eyes. Perhaps he should’ve said something earlier, because the three small words had fallen from your lips again, and he doesn’t get to say anything before it slips from his lips, and the meaning is entirely implied and heartbreaking, and you know it the second you hear it.

“I think I’m sobering up.”


And then the morning had come and you were no longer with Jimin, and the moon did what it had to do and scattered the sparks you shared across the sky like stars, and the sun kept talking about how lovely you could’ve been, and the world believed it was real.