it is so damn frustrating to watch

everyone needs to understand that kim seokjin is more than ‘just a pretty face’. he is an incredibly hardworking and talented person who tries to better himself day in and day out, despite being constantly told that he’s not talented or undeserving of lines or screen time. he very rarely complains and suffers and struggles quietly but still keeps a smile on his face and makes silly jokes to keep his fans happy. he deserves all the love and appreciation in the world and it’s so frustrating to watch bighit and some fans brush him off and disregard him like they tend to do. this boy is a damn inspiration and he shines brighter than every star in the universe and it’s damn well time that people start acknowledging that.

Young

Originally posted by bubblebutttjimin

It has been MONTHS since I’ve posted anything on here, but my vacation just started and I am so fucking ready to get back on here. This is the longest shit i’ve ever written so i hope you guys like it. I’m only writing for BTS at the moment so if you have any requests for them, i’d be happy to oblige. Without further ado, please and enjoy. Feedback is much appreciated, as usual.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre: fluff, smut

“Fucksake, not again..” you grumbled. You brought your hands up to your eyes and rubbed at them sleepily, feeling the anger slowly boiling up inside of you as you sat up in your bed.

Just ignore it. Just block it out, close your eyes, and go back to sleep. You can do this.

The encouraging words you kept repeating in your head made you lie back down, still holding onto the small piece of hope you still had, but it was quickly erased when another moan rang out in your ears and you groaned for the nth time before sitting up again.

You actually felt like crying at that moment. There was nothing you wanted to do more than get a decent amount of sleep after a hell-filled week. With the all exams you’d been studying for, all the papers, all the assignments, you craved a weekend full of goodnight sleeps and rest. But, clearly, that was just too much to ask of the horny fucking assholes who couldn’t keep it in their pants at this time of night.

You were too tired to even think of going there and giving them shit about it. So you just got up out of bed, still in your pajamas that consisted of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, grabbed your phone and dorm room key, and left your room. You cringed as you passed the room next to yours when you heard another groan echo from there, deciding you wanted to get off this whole fucking floor to at least have a quiet and peaceful night, even without sleep.

You sighed and ran a hand down your face as you entered the elevator before pressing the button to the main floor, considering the main lounge would be empty at this time of night. The ding sounded when you reached the floor, the door slowly sliding open to a completely empty and silent room. A tiny smile graced your lips as you walked to a seat in the corner, a small part of you happy to spend some quiet alone time, even though you were spending it outside your bed on an uncomfortable couch. But hey, when in college, those things were nothing to complain about.

You took your phone out and opened Instagram, scrolling through the search feed in search of anything entertaining. You sighed and slid down the seat and brought your legs up to rest on the seat, trying to get as comfortable as possible because it seemed it was going to be a long night.

Time seemed to fly as you sat there, switching between Instagram, Tumblr, and Twitter, occasionally turning on some music and singing along softly. But when you looked at the time, only twenty minutes had passed by. You groaned and sat up properly, locking your phone and looking up at the ceiling in frustration. You were pretty damn sure the two rabbits fucking upstairs were anywhere near done since you’ve experienced stuff like this countless times before, so you had no idea what to do. You only grabbed your phone and laid back against the couch once again, laying your head back and closing your eyes for a few seconds to clear your head. But then you heard the elevator ding, and your eyes snapped open quickly. Who the hell would come down here at this time of night?

You turned your head but stayed in your position, watching as the boy walked out of the elevator oblivious to your presence with his eyes glued to his phone. You definitely recognized him from around campus since he was pretty hard not to notice. He was one of the cuter guys around, not with too much attention though. He had his own group of friends and didn’t seem to want to broaden it any time soon. You didn’t even know his name even though he was in one or two of your classes.

He didn’t look up from his phone until he sat down on one of the couches a few feet away. As his eyes scanned the room, they landed on you and they widened at the presence of someone else. You sent him a small flustered smile, having been caught staring at him, and he sent one back. You broke eye contact and looked down at your phone once again. You were very tempted to go up and maybe say hi, get to know him maybe. But you didn’t wanna be one of those annoying strangers that annoyed the hell out of you without knowing it, and you had a feeling he was too polite to ignore you or tell you to fuck off. So you stuck to scrolling through your phone once again and sighing as you dug yourself further into your seat, occasionally glancing over to him to see him engrossed in his own phone.

Another fifteen minutes had passed by, and you looked up when you heard shifting from his side of the room as he got up and walked to a vending machine in the corner. He slid in some money and once you heard the crumpling of the wrapping of what you guessed was a chocolate bar, you suddenly felt the hunger that was starting to take over your stomach. You were pretty sure you didn’t have any money to buy anything though, since you didn’t bother to think about anything but getting away from that damned floor.

However, you were surprised when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him making his way over to you, and you tried not to get nervous at the thought of actually having to interact with him. You weren’t very used to meeting and talking to new people, especially when they were attractive.

You kept your eyes glued to your phone, thinking maybe he was going in a different direction than you thought, but then a snickers bar was held up before you. Your eyes brows raised in surprise and you looked up to find him looking at you expectantly, his other hand holding his own half-eaten snickers bar. You stared at him for a few seconds, mouth slightly agape in confusion and slight bewilderment.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I got you the same as mine,” he said after he swallowed down his bite, and the look he held in his eyes was so soft and innocent you almost melted right there.

“Erm, thank you,” you chuckled and sat up in your seat. “You really didn’t have to.”

He smiled a cute, bunny-teethed smile and nudged the chocolate towards you once again. “I guessed you were down here much earlier than I was so.. it’s nothing really.”

You took it from him with a smile and thanked him once again, feeling your stomach flutter when he took a seat on the couch opposite to you and unlocked his phone before settling in. You settled back as well and unwrapped the chocolate bar before taking a bite, savoring the sweet and salty taste that always managed to have you full in just a few bites.

You continued to use your phone when you felt his eyes on you, and you didn’t know whether to look up or just ignore it. But you couldn’t help but let your eyes meet his, and he was quick to avert his gaze down, but you definitely caught the slight tint in his cheeks at being caught.

“Are you down here for the same reason I am?” He asked all of a sudden, and you looked up mid bite to find him having locked his phone with his attention now on you, and you decided to do the same.

“Wait, is Park Jimin on your floor too?” You asked, slowly connecting the dots in your head as a smile slid onto both of your lips before you two busted out laughing.

“I knew it,” he sighed after you both stopped your laughing fit. “I’m Jungkook by the way.”

“I’m __.”

Within another half an hour, you’d gotten to know more than a handful of things about him. He was a dance major. He had a part time job because, similar to 90% of college students, he was struggling to pay his college fees. One of his best friends was Park Jimin, the dickhead currently fucking someone in his dorm room. People like to call him ‘Kookie’ or ‘Jungkookie’, which you found extremely adorable to be completely honest. He loved to sing. His favorite number is 1. He has a black belt in Taekwondo.

And, surprisingly, you talked and spilled just as much. It was nice. It’d been a long time since you sat down and just had a long chat with someone about nothing in particular, just anything that came to mind. He’d even made his way over to you and sat on the seat next to yours, and you tried not to focus too much on the handsome features of his face after he sat so much closer.

However, after you both yawned for the fifth time, you grabbed your phone to look at the time, surprised to see that two hours had just flied by.

“You think Park would be done by now?” You asked after another yawn and he chuckled as he checked his phone for the time as well.

“If he’s not, I’m going in there to kick his ass myself.”

When you reached your room, you turned to him and gave him one last smile.

“Night Jungkook. Thanks again for that snickers bar, if it weren’t for you I would’ve starved to death down there instead of coming back up here and getting some cash and hear that girl getting murdered.”

“You’re welcome,” he laughed. “Night __, I’ll see you around.”


That was about a week ago. You hadn’t seen much of Jungkook except for in classes where you two said simple ‘hellos’ and exchanged smiles. A small part of you was upset that you two hadn’t talked properly again, or even exchanged numbers. But you figured that night was a one time thing and he only talked to you because there was no other better way to pass the time.

That thought, however, was quickly thrown out the window when you heard your name being called as you walked to your next class, which happened to be with Jungkook himself. You turned your head to see him jogging up to you, ignoring the butterflies that flooded your tummy at the sight of him.

“What’s up?” You greeted with a smile and he sent one right back as he walked alongside you.

“Nothing much. We have the same class right now, right?” He asked, and the small high school part of you squealed at the fact that he remembered that.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Are you mentally and emotionally prepared for the amazing and fun-filled lectures of Mr. Kim?” You asked with false enthusiasm.

“Oh yeah, super pumped,” he chuckled. As you walked, you continued to chat casually about your week and how it’d gone. You finally reached your class and you walked to a vacant seat, expecting him to part ways with you and sit near his friends since they also attended this class. However, you were pleasantly surprised when he followed you and took the seat right next to yours, and bit back a smile as you settled in your seat.

The two hour lecture started, and for the first time in a long time, you weren’t bored out of your mind and halfway asleep on your desk. The reason was Jeon Jungkook and his antics. He kept doodling on your notebook, which you had no use of, passing you notes, and making lame jokes that had you choking back laughter.

You were currently practically red in the face, giggling quietly, body shaking from laughter as you leaned your head against the table so that nobody saw you. Then he tapped you on the shoulder and you sat up, huffing out a sigh after your laughing fit before looking to him expectantly.

“Give me your phone.”

“What?” You chuckled. “Why?”

“Just give it to me.”

You slid your phone out of your pocket and handed it over to him after unlocking it. He typed in a few things before giving it back, and before you could ask he talked.

“There, now you have my number saved. Text me later so I can have your number saved too, yeah?” He smiled that sweet smile once again and you had no idea why you felt your cheeks heat up slightly, but you turned to the front of the class so he wouldn’t notice, though you were pretty sure he knew your were grinning.


are you coming to taehyung’s party tonight?

i don’t think so

why not? :/ it’s fridayy

i have a lot of studying to catch up on

oh come on __ you still have the whole weekend

well yeah but still idk if that’s enough

please? i promise you’ll have fun if i’m there with you

You felt a smile grace your lips and you knew you couldn’t turn him down.

alright fine see you there

You sighed as you laid there in bed, already stressing about what you were gonna wear and the countless people you were going to have to talk to during your time there. But then you remembered that you were going to see him, in a much more relaxed and loose atmosphere, so you immediately got up and started rummaging through your closet for an outfit.

You settled for simple. A crop top, some ripped skinny jeans, and healed boots. Your makeup was simple and you let your hair down, which wasn’t something you often did so you liked the change. You checked your phone for the clock and decided to head out. You texted him that you were on your way, and he said that he’d be waiting for you.

You knew the address since you’d been to Taehyung’s parties before, and you definitely knew how wild they’d get sometimes, which is partially why you were hesitant to come. But you couldn’t help but agree. Ever since he’d given you his number, he’d texted you everyday. Sometimes a good morning text, others a goodnight text, with silly and goofy texts that spread out through the hours of the day. You weren’t going to deny it, you were starting to like him. With his stupid smile, his sweet personality, his gorgeous everything, it was hard not to.

The door to Taehyung’s was open and you made your way in, your eyes scanning the place to try and find anyone familiar, but to no avail. You walked further into the house and headed towards the kitchen, quite enjoying the loud music that filled your ears, and pulled out your phone to see if he’d texted you.

text me when you get here

i’m in the kitchen

You sent the text and leaned back against the counter, settling for waiting instead of getting a drink. You knew not to drink anything at these frat parties if you didn’t have anyone watching your back.

In less than a minute, you looked up to see him walking towards you. You felt a smile automatically being drawn onto your lips as soon as he reached you, and it was accompanied with a soft blush when he immediately pulled you into a short hug as he reached you.

“Glad you came,” he grinned as he pulled back.

“Well I gotta admit, a small part of me didn’t wanna spend the night writing a ten page essay,” you chuckled.

“Come on, let me introduce you to my friends.”

There was Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin, who was surprisingly not a dick as you’d expected. They were all a bunch of chill guys who sat there and laughed with a few others, and you kind of got the vibe that this was Jungkook’s close group of friends that he hung out with, and you were happy to meet them.

Each and everyone of them addressed him as Kookie, and you smile each and every time they did. You two sat on one of the couches, his arm resting behind you on the back of the couch, so it was easy for you to lean towards him and mumble to him.

“So, Kookie huh?” You giggled when he blushed.

“Yeah, I told you they all call me that,” he chuckled. “It’s not by choice, believe me.”

“Don’t worry, it’s pretty cute.”

“Not as cute as you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he closed his eyes and groaned in embarrassment. “That was so tacky, wasn’t it?”

You couldn’t help but bust out laughing at that, and despite his embarrassment, you saw him crack a smile. You nudged his shoulder playfully and leaned slightly into him.

“It was, but I’ll give you an A for effort.”


“He locked me out of my own house for two hours just because I went with Taehyung to a new place that opened in our town,” he sighed and shook his head in mock disappointment.

“What the hell?” You laughed loudly. “He was worse than a clingy girlfriend.”

“Yeah, Park Jimin isn’t the most open minded best friend, or boyfriend,” he laughed with you.

You two were walking home from the party, and he was telling you old stories about him and his friends. Apparently, they were all friends for a long time, and it made your heart even softer to think of all of them still holding onto their friendship and keeping it strong through all those years.

“It’s sweet that you guys are still close friends after so long,” you smiled up at him and he smiled as well at the thought of his friends.

“Yeah, but they can be assholes sometimes. But I guess Jimin being an asshole two weeks ago brought us here didn’t it?” He nudged you with his elbow and you really couldn’t manage not to blush.

“Yeah, I guess..”


“Do you wanna go out with me?”

You sputtered on your coffee at the sudden question. managing to save yourself from a coughing fit before looking up at him. He stared at you nervously, contemplating whether it was a good decision or not to blurt this out in the middle of a study session in the cafe you both chose.

“I mean, you don’t have to.. I just thought-”

“I’d love to, Jungkook.” You cut him off and placed a hand on his to relax his nervous posture, and he immediately smiled in relief and you felt your heart flutter at the mix of it all.

“Tomorrow night then?” He asked, and you only managed to nod eagerly, already feeling your heart racing when he turned his palm upwards to squeeze your hand.


You were glad that he didn’t suggest something like dinner, but instead opted for bowling. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t enjoy dinner with him, you were more than sure you would enjoy doing just about anything with him. But you absolutely loved bowling, or in other words, you absolutely loved anything that involved competition. So you immediately agreed.

You sat on your bed, switching between nervously biting on your fingernails and fiddling with a loose string on the bed sheets. You shouldn’t be nervous. It was only Jeon Jungkook, the sweet boy who managed to make you comfortable with only a simple smile and a few words.

But this was different. When you first talked to him, the thought of him actually taking an interest in you was way, way far off. But then he reached out to you and talked to you in uni, and still, you thought he was one of those persons who were too nice for their own good, and was only interacting with you so as not to be rude after having talked to you a week earlier. And then, he took your number, and he texted you and called you, and hung out with you. But you managed not to let yourself get hopeful because some guys did manage to lead girls on without actually realizing it.

Then he dropped the bomb and asked you out.

And now your palms were sweaty and your heart was racing because in the short time you’d spent with this boy, you could already tell he was the epitome of sweetness, and you pondered why he’d chosen to ask you out of all people.

Your thoughts were interrupted with a knock on your door that alerted you that it was finally time. You swung the door open to be met with those puppy dog eyes once again, and the contrast between his innocent face and his lean body still made you wonder how he could make it work.

“Hey,” he smiled and moved in for a quick hug which you accepted, enjoying the way his whole body radiated with warmth.

“Hi,” you greeted back with a grin.

“Ready?” He asked, but he was already stretching his arm out for you to grab his hand, and you slickly wiped your palm along your pants before placing your hand in his.

“Let’s go.”


“Oh my god, you are so going down, Jeon.”

You didn’t realize this date could turn so quickly into a serious match, but with the amount of competitiveness you both apparently had ingrained in your genes, it was inevitable

“If I get one more strike, it’s done for you, __.” He raised his brows teasingly with a smirk that you still hadn’t gotten the chance to get used to. He went and grabbed his ball, throwing you one last glance.

“Huh, yeah. Good luck with that, sweetie.” You said those words with as much false confidence as you could muster up. But you knew, you just knew he would get it.

“How ‘bout if I get this, we go on a second date tomorrow?” He turned to face you again just before he threw the ball.

“Is this how you get girls to go on dates with you, Kookie?” You used his nickname on him for the very first time, and the smile that took over his lips had butterflies flooding your stomach for the hundredth time that night.

“Not usually, no.” He shook his head as he walked closer to you after placing the bowling ball back down. He stopped a foot before you. “I guess you’re different though. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

You bravely took a step forward and looked up at him, quite enjoying the significant height difference. “Well, don’t worry. Strike or no strike, I’d love to go out with you again.”

You both smiled at each other again, standing there for another handful of seconds before he turned and grabbed the ball, confidently throwing it in a more than perfect posture.

Of course, it was a strike.


The second date was a movie. Cliche, yes, but if you two hadn’t spent almost the entire movie throwing popcorn over each other, you would’ve been bored out of your mind. You were shushed and scolded several times, until they actually kicked you out of the theater for ‘disturbing the others’. But you couldn’t care less as you both laughed till tears were rolling out of your eyes on your home back home.

The third one was a picnic. Jungkook had been adamant at showing off his cooking skills and he definitely lived up to his gloating as he’d prepared several simple snacks that had you groaning at the tasteful bites. And as all picnic dates ended, you laid on your blanket and stargazed, you just had to do it. You ruined the moment, however, when you pointed out that a group of stars kind of resembled a pair of boobs. That had him rolling around in blanket in laughter as you giggled along.

The fourth one was a bit more interesting. You were scrolling around on Instagram when you see that there was a free cooking class in a few days. Your eyes lit up and you immediately sent a screenshot to him, asking if he was up for it, and he agreed. The whole class turned out to be old married couples and newly weds, and the class was supposedly for married couples only. You had to hold in your laughter as Jungkook explained to the sweet old woman who was teaching the class that the two of you had eloped after your parents disapproved of your relationship, and were currently traveling around aimlessly with no permanent home. After a few aws and cheek pinches, you began to learn how to make Baked Dijon Salmon.

The fifth one you went mini-golfing, where your competitive streak came out once again. However, this time, you won the bet. You managed to make him pose with his butt perked up, holding up a peace sign whilst puckering his lips for a photo that you posted on Instagram with the caption ‘Girls night out’.

The sixth one was your favorite. In one of those previous dates, he’d managed to tell you tons about his earlier life and childhood, and somewhere along those lines, he’d mentioned his favorite diner that was near his hometown. He showed you pictures of him there with his friends and family. And he decided he wanted to take you there because apparently, the burgers there were the best he’d ever had. It took you a while to get there but it was definitely worth the ride.

The old lady that worked there had known Jungkook since he was a child, and you felt your heart melt when he encased her in his arms in a soft hug as she cooed at him. She hugged you as well because ‘any friend of Jugkook’s was just like one of her children as well’.

You sat on the same side of the booth, and you spent the night eating, laughing, teasing, and glancing shyly at each other out of the corners of your eyes. And what made it better was that it all ended with a kiss. It was soft and mellow, just like him. He brushed your hair with his fingers as his lips moved at a slow pace against yours while your hands rested on his firm chest, feeling his heartbeat.

That was the first kiss of many.

The dates - well, any meet ups actually - that followed those were full of kisses that had you growing more and more attached to the boy. He’d made it a habit of pecking your lips softly as soon as you were in arms reach, quickly grabbing your arms and pulling you into his embrace. It was quite frustrating as well because you were shorter than him and didn’t get to do the same to him. Not that it was hard to convince him to kiss you.


You were currently walking hand in hand, back from the library to the dorms after several hours of trying to study with Jungkook, ‘trying’ being the keyword here. You ended up wasting about two hours in there just whispering to each other and giggling, sitting in a table all the way at the corner so you could sneak in a few pecks and kisses without getting glared at by the librarian.

“Do you wanna hang out at my room for a bit?” He grabbed your hand and asked just as you were about to make the turn to the hallway for your room. You felt a small smile grace your lips and your heart leap at the thought of spending alone time with him, in his room for the very first time. But then you remembered that his roommate is probably gonna be there, and your smile faltered a bit. As if he’d read your mind, he spoke again.

“Don’t worry, my roommate’s sleeping at his girlfriend’s tonight so it’ll be just us.” 

At that, you smiled and nodded before allowing him to lead the way.


“Here, you can wear these. I’m pretty sure those jeans aren’t the most comfortable thing to cuddle in.” He threw you a pair of clean boxers that would definitely fit like shorts on you with one of his over-sized t-shirts. You gave him a grateful smile because you truly did feel suffocated because of those skinny jeans after being stuck in them all day. You grabbed them and went into the bathroom to change, mentally clapping yourself on the back for convincing yourself to shave during your morning shower today.

“Hey, what do you wanna watch? I have some-” He was speaking to you through the door and you cut him off as you swung it open after being finished. He looked down at you, your body absolutely drowned in his shirt and boxers, managing to look completely adorable yet completely sexy at the same time. He swallowed visibly but then smiled to cover up, before pinching your cheeks.

“You look adorable,” he chuckled. You huffed and swatted at his hands as your cheeks reddened. But he only chuckled more and leaned down to peck the corner of your lips. “Come on, you pick something to watch and I’ll order us something to eat.”

You climbed onto the bed and grabbed the laptop, opening google to look up something to watch. But your eyes couldn’t help but wander over to him as he stood there, in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt identical to yours, his eyes fixed on the phone as he searched for something with a concentrated look on his face. You were completely entranced with him and you thought you were in some sort of dream, sitting here on his bed and waiting for him to join you. He seemed too good to be true. He was kindhearted, sweet, funny, dorky even, handsome, sexy, it was all wrapped up in one. Your eyes were glued to him and if they hadn’t reached his lips to see them moving, you wouldn’t have known he was talking to you.

“__?” He asked again, a knowing smirk slowly creeping across his lips.

“Huh?” You mumbled, blinking a few times before looking at his eyes properly, and you could surely feel your face burn as you’d just been caught ogling at him.

“I asked you what you wanted to eat,” he chuckled.

“Pizza’s fine,” you answered and cleared your throat before quickly looking away and busying yourself with 2017′s top ten movies list. You tried not to let your eyes wander over to him again as he looked up the number and pressed the phone to his ear, but you couldn’t help but steal small glances at him every few seconds, and every time he caught you his smile would widen.

You snapped your eyes back the laptop as he ended the call after placing the order, and he walked over to the bed and sat next to you. He scooted so he was practically stuck to your side and placed his chin on your shoulder to look at the screen with you, simultaneously wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Anything good?” He mumbled, and his voice was right next to your ear, his breath hitting your skin immediately. You sighed and shook your head no, not trusting your voice at the very moment. You continued to scroll through movies, occasionally stopping at one and reading the description but moving on after figuring out it wasn’t worth it.

“Come on, just pick anything,” he whined, and if he didn’t sound so adorable, you would’ve elbowed him in the stomach.

“They all suck, though,” you groaned and he only giggled and tightened his arms around you. You smiled and involuntarily scooted closer to him, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours and his scent that overwhelmed you, both from himself and his clothes that you were wearing.

He turned his head to bury his face in your hair, humming in contempt. “You smell nice,” he mumbled before lifting one hand and moving your hair away to reach your skin and nuzzle into the crook of your neck. Goosebumps erupted on your skin at the intimate action and you unconsciously tilted your head a bit for him when he placed a soft kiss to your skin.

You sighed when he continued placing kisses, getting hotter and hotter with each passing second as his kisses got harder. Your eyes fluttered shut when his lips parted slightly and you felt the warmth of his mouth envelope a spot on your neck. One of your hands lifted without you realizing it and grabbed his hair softly, running through the smooth strands when he actually began sucking and nibbling at the spot he’d chosen to his liking.

“Kookie..” You meant to grab his attention but it barely came out as a hazy sigh and he only hummed against your skin before pulling away slowly. But he clearly wasn’t planning on stopping as he dove one of his hands into your hair and angled your head towards his before connecting your lips.

You hummed against his lips, enjoying the sudden displays of affection, slowly turning your body so you could get more comfortable. He started leaning back, breaking the kiss to lean against the headboard and pull you onto him. However, as you tried to balance yourself on your hand as you climbed over him, you had no idea how your foot managed to slip on the covers and it had you tumbling on top of him. You laid against his chest and groaned in embarrassment as you felt his chest vibrate with laughter beneath you.

“Have I told you how adorable you are?” He laughed and patted your waist as a signal for you to sit up properly and look at him, which you did with a glare.

“Only about a million times now,” you crossed your arms at him.

“Well, you are,” he raised a brow and uncrossed your arms before pulling you forward and placing your arms around his neck. “Come’ere..”

Your lips were on his once again and you weren’t planning on embarrassing yourself this time as this one seemed much more heated than the one before with the way his tongue roamed your mouth freely. His hands alternated between your back and waist, moving around and tracing your upper body and scrunching up the material of your shirt, before they finally managed to slip beneath it and found their way to your bare waist and gripped it firmly.

Your hands once again dug into his hair and tugged on it, causing him to tighten his hold on you and bring you closer to him so that your torsos were pressed firmly against each other. His hand slowly traveled up your bare back before splaying out against it, holding you firmly to him as he suddenly flipped the two of you over so that he was on top.

With all the sudden movements, you barely noticed how both the shirt and boxers had ridden up your body and exposed a lot more skin, but you honestly couldn’t care less as Jungkook was kissing your breath away, your breaths mingling and your hands getting braver as you explored each other’s bodies further. You wrapped your legs around his waist because it was too tempting not to with the way his hips fit so snugly between them.

One of his hands trailed up to your hair and grabbed with just the right amount of force as his teeth bit into your bottom lip, before he sensually sucked it into his mouth. You couldn’t help but whimper at that, tightening your legs around his waist and digging your fingers into his back. You remembered that your hands also had to be put to use and trailed them down his back before you slipped them beneath his shirt, running your nails and fingertips and enjoying the movement of his muscles beneath your hands.

He pulled away from your mouth and you definitely caught the smirk on his lips at the whimper you gave out, but it was quickly hidden when he once again buried his face in the crook of your neck. He placed several kisses there before he trailed down to your collarbone which was easily exposed because of the ‘V’ of his shirt, and decided to focus his attention on there.

“Jungkook,” you moaned for the first time when he sucked on a particular spot. He dropped his head onto your collarbone before groaning lowly against you, his hot panting breath practically burning through the material of your shirt. Then he suddenly looked up at you and made his way back to your lips, kissing you vigorously like there was no tomorrow, before he broke away and looked at you through eyes searing with lust.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, placing a kiss to your lips. “We don’t have to go all the way, just-” Another kiss. “Just let me make you feel good, baby..”

It was either the pet name, his words, the look he was giving you, or the wet spot that had formed on your panties as soon as his lips touched yours, but it didn’t take even half a second for you to nod in consent.

In mere minutes, the boxers you were wearing had been thrown across the room forgotten, your shirt now all the way up to expose your bare breasts after your bra had also been discarded somewhere along the line. Your panting, whimpering, moaning, the sound of Jungkook’s mouth moving against your heat, with the occasional groans that left his lips as well were the only sounds filling the room.

“Ah,” you cried out, trying to buck your hips up but he wrapped his hands around your thighs and hips to keep you still. “Fuckkk, Jungkook.”

You dared to open your eyes and look down at him, only to find that the sight was just too erotic for you and it had you whimpering. His eyes were looking up at you, watching closely for each and every movement of yours. His skin was slightly sweaty as strands of his stuck to his face, and you were pretty sure yours was the same case. The sight was ripped away from you, however, when your head rolled back against the pillow with a loud moan as he sucked harshly on your clit.

“Fuck, yes please,” you cried out, your hand seeking out something to hold onto before you felt one of his hands leave your hips to intertwine with yours. Despite the erotic situation, you found your heart fluttering at the sweet gesture, but you didn’t have much time to think about it as his other hand traveled up your body and gripped one of your breasts in his large palm, squeezing it harshly.

“God, you’re so good.” You didn’t even know what was spewing out of your mouth as he gave you the freedom of bucking your hips against his mouth, immediately intensifying the pleasure.

“Come on, baby,” he spoke against you. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

With only a handful more encouraging words from him, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open in a silent scream with your peak, only muttering a single whimper of his name. Your panting could still be heard as he cleaned you up before grabbing his boxers and pulling them up your legs.

Your eyes slid open when he brought your shirt back down and laid down beside you, propping himself up on his elbow so that his face was right above yours.

“Hey,” he mumbled with a smile to which you returned.

“Hey,” you muttered sleepily. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you softly, and you almost melted into the mattress with sweetness.

“Sleep, baby,” he planted a kiss on your forehead and laid down properly next to you, and you turned so you could entangle your body with his. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Kookie.”


Ever since the first time Jungkook went down on you, he’d been insatiable. It was like he couldn’t get enough, pushing you down and getting whatever piece of clothing you’d been wearing out of the way before diving in.

Currently in the same position you’ve been in more than a handful of times these past couple of days, panting and whimpering in sensitivity as you came down from your second high, pushing Jungkook’s head away as you could take no more.

“Come’ere,” you mumbled lazily, pulling him up so you could reach his lips and kiss him deeply before pulling away and resting your head against the pillow beneath you. He flopped down next to you, getting ready to cuddle up to you but you placed a hand on his chest to stop him before he could.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes glancing at you worriedly, but you only shook your head at him and pushed him so he was laying flat on his back and quickly straddled him.

“Nothing, I just think it’s about time that I do something for you for a change,” you said and leaned down to kiss him slowly before breaking away and making your way down his body.

“Baby, you really don’t have to..” His words trailed off as you unbuttoned his shirt and kissed every inch of exposed skin with each button you undid.

“Shh, I want to,” you said against his skin after finally undoing the last button, completely exposing his toned torso to your hungry eyes. You looked up to find him giving you the same look, his lips caught beneath his teeth as he anticipated your touch. You maintained eye contact as your fingers found their way to the button of his jeans, popping it open and slowly sliding down the zipper.

His breath was getting heavier by the second, and he groaned lowly as he helped you pull his jeans down. You were sure it looked like your mouth was watering at the sight of him so big in his boxers, the see through material doing absolutely nothing in hiding his hardness. You threw his jeans away and leaned down to place a kiss on his length through the the cloth, causing him to huff out a sigh.

You honestly didn’t have the patience to tease, nor did you think he did, so you looped your fingers at the hem of his boxers and pulled them down. A moan almost made its way past your lips at the sight of him, hard and ready, and you felt pride swell in your chest at the thought of him getting this hard because of eating you out. 

You didn’t waste anymore time and grabbed the base of his cock, angling it to place your lips on the head, mouthing at it and flicking your tongue, barely making any sucking motions at first.

“__,” he sighed out your name and you kicked it up a notch, slowly taking a bit of him in your mouth before moving back up, running your tongue flat along the underside of him along the way. You repeated the process, slowly but surely getting used to the feeling and building up your pace, until you eventually started taking more and more of him with each bob of your head.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as you sucked harshly on your way up once, and you felt his hand on the back of your hair, gripping your hair in a tight hold, not pushing or pulling, just something to grab onto. His heavy breathing sounded throughout the room. His thighs were tensing beneath your hands. You moved your gaze up to him, and the sight only made you moan whimper against him.

His head thrown back with his neck and throat completely exposed, the sweat covering his skin making each and every bone of his stand out even more and you could swear it looked like he was carved by Greek god, unless he weren’t one himself. His sweaty chest was moving up and down rapidly with each heavy breath and his stomach was clenching, his abs just begging you to let go of his cock and put your mouth on them instead.

“Fuck, __,” he moaned out. God it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. “Feels so good..” His grip on your hair tightened, and it only made you wetter. You fingernails dug into his thighs, unable to control yourself and the only thing you could do was increase your pace and taking more of him into your mouth.

“Yes. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned out and subtly bucked his hips up into your mouth. You hummed against him with encouragement, more than eager to have him come in your mouth.

“Ah, __..” With one last groan of your name, he pulled on your hair to signal that he was coming. You pulled away and placed the head on your lips as you stroked him through his orgasm, feeling his warmth fill your mouth. He looked down at you with hazy eyes for a few seconds as you swallowed before licking his head one last time, and he dropped his head back onto the pillow in exhaustion.

You pulled his boxers back up his legs and tucked him in before climbing back up his body and laying against him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you waist and you rested your head in the crook of his neck, placing feathery kisses there every few seconds.

“Didn’t expect you to be the swallowing type,” he spoke all of a sudden.

You gasped and tried to sit up but he wouldn’t allow it, trapping you on his chest with his arms as he laughed loudly. You groaned and smacked his chest with your palm as much as you could with your body squished against his.

“Way to ruin the moment, asshole.”


“You said you weren’t gonna drag me to anymore Parties, Jungkook,” you groaned out as he lead you into the crowded house with his arm around your shoulder.

“I said I’ll try not to drag you to anymore parties, baby. And I am,” he looked down at you with an innocent smile. “It just hasn’t worked yet.”

“Screw you, okay.”

You both walked further into the house until you spotted his usual group of friends and made your way over to them, and they immediately yelled out their greetings to you.

“Kookie! __! You’re heeereee,” Jimin drawled out as he got up and stumbled his way over to you, clearly more than buzzed on drinks already. He separated you and stood between the two of you, placing an arm over each of your shoulders, looking back and forth between the two of you. If it were any other guy, you would’ve pushed him off by now, but it was Jimin and you were pretty much used to his antics after hanging out with him so many times with Jungkook.

“You know,” he started to say, an evil glint in his eyes. “My room is right next to Kookie’s..”

“Yeah, we both know that Jimin,” you said, unsure where he was going with this.

“And I’m more than sure that you two know how incredibly thin the walls are in our building,” he continued.

It took you a few seconds to run over the words he’d said before you felt a light bulb go off in your head and you felt your face go red in record time. You groaned and pushed his arm away before covering your face, but you heard him mutter an ‘ow’ through a giggle and you were pretty sure Jungkook smacked the back of his head.

In a second you felt Jungkook’s arm wrap around you once again and you buried yourself in his embrace, feeling safer now. You looked up at Jimin who was still looking at you both triumphantly, and you just couldn’t help but say those words to show that you weren’t a shy girl that was ashamed of her escapades with her actual boyfriend.

“Well, in case you don’t know, that’s just a preview. You wouldn’t wanna be in your room for the full show,” you smiled innocently and leaned further into Jungkook. Jimin’s eyes widened in both surprise and amusement before he laughed as well.

“I guess I shouldn’t.”

You later found yourselves sat on a love seat. Well, Jungkook was sat on the seat, you were on his lap, all cuddled up and in your own world as the others laughed, talked and danced around you. He held a beer in one hand, occasionally taking sips, and the other rested beneath your shirt, on your hip, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

You looked up at him as he laughed with everyone at a joke that Hoseok just said, and you felt yourself smile involuntarily. He felt you looking at him and brought his gaze to yours, smiling cutely at you. He leaned in a pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, exchanging unspoken words before he decided to speak up. “Wanna get out of here?”

You nodded and got up.


You weren’t exactly planning to end the night like this, but what was supposed to be just a goodnight kisses had him leading you back to his room and pressing you against the door before he even opened it.

You kissed like two couldn’t get enough of each other, panting into each other’s mouths, out of breath but unwilling to break apart.

He placed his hands on your thighs on you immediately jumped up and wrapped them around his waist. He pinned you against the door with a thud and you moaned against his lips in wanton.

“Just go inside the room before you fuck here like animals.”

You broke apart with a gasp to see Yoongi walking to his room, barely sparing you a glance on his way. You barely managed to giggle at that before Jungkook swung open his door and stumbled in the room. He kicked it shut with his foot and immediately made his way over to his bed, thanking God that his roommate was almost always stuck up his girlfriend’s ass and he had the room to himself for the night.

He dropped you on the bed and climbed on top of you with that hungry look in his eyes that you never tired of, before connecting your lips once again.

You couldn’t even waste time on foreplay, you’d done that warm up way too many times and it took a fucking ton of self control not to just fuck each other senseless from the first time. But something told you both to wait, to take it just a bit slower than usual because the wait always made it so much better. And it did.

There was no waiting anymore though, both of your clothes were off in record time and your bodies were tangled together, not even an inch of space separating you two. The feeling of his body against yours was near euphoric, with every bit of bare skin rubbing against yours, his hands roaming yours in return, groping and squeezing freely to put each and every body part of yours to memory. To know how each touch could make you moan and whimper and sigh.

“Jungkook..” Your cry of his name was desperate, almost choked, as he entered you in one swift motion. Your head dropped back, your back arching and your chest pressing flush against his. Nails running down his back as he found his pace, slowly thrusting his hips as his heavy breaths hit your skin and gave you shivers.

Your sweaty palms gripped at the sheets, almost ripping them with the force of your hold, and he grabbed one of them in his to pin it against the bed and intertwined your fingers together against the mattress as he sped up his thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned and dropped his forehead on your collarbone, his mouth pressing wet kisses to the valley between your breasts. Your other hand dug into his hair and you unconsciously scraped his scalp with your nails.

His other hand gripped your thigh and hoisted it up his waist, causing you to tighten your legs around his and bring him deeper into you.

“Yes! Fuck yes,” you cried out when he started going deeper, using more force than before to bring you the maximum amount of pleasure he could. “Right there, Jungkook..”

His name came out in a whimper, and the growl he let out in response was almost animalistic as he sped up his thrusts. He lifted his head and his torso before resting his elbows on either side of your head to support his body, gaining leverage to snap his hips harder against yours. His lip was caught beneath his teeth in concentration, and the sight of him above you almost brought tears of pleasure to your eyes.

Jeon Jungkook was a fucking sight for sore eyes.

Sweaty strands of hair stuck to his forehead. Eyes fluttering open and shut with that blissful expression gracing his features. Lips parting to let out the most erotic, sexiest noises you’d ever heard from a man before.

You wrapped your arms around his torso and dragged your fingers down his sweaty back, appreciating the feeling of his muscles moving and tensing beneath your fingertips. And then you did something you wanted to do ever since the first time you caught sight of his cute little behind. You dragged your hands down and gripped his ass, squeezing slightly and pushing him to go harder.

He wobbled a bit on his elbows at the sudden action, letting out a short out-of-breath laugh and leaning down to kiss you before going on, and you couldn’t help the smile on your lips despite the situation your were in. And that only showed you how comfortable you could be with Jungkook no matter what.

His hand traveled between your bodies, seeking out the most sensitive part of your body. The smile faltered from your lips when he found it and immediately started rubbing in tight circles, and he had you clenching your thighs around his hips in blinding pleasure.

“Jungkook! Oh god, please,” you cried out. “I’m so close..”

“Me too baby, come on.” He grunted, somehow managing to increase his pace.

You brought one hand to the back of his neck and pulled him into a heated sloppy kiss that consisted of you two moaning and breathing into each other’s mouths.

“I’m there, I’m there..” You whimpered. “Fuck, Jungkook!” With one last, loud moan of his name, you came, clenching around him.

“Ah fuck, __!” He moaned loudly, dropping his head in the crook of your neck to hide his moans, but you heard them loud and clear as you felt his warmth fill you, your eyes rolling back at the blissful feeling you’d been craving for so long.

You stayed that way for a few seconds before he pulled out of you, grabbing a shirt that was thrown beside his bed to clean you up before throwing it away laying down beside you. He didn’t even have to usher you over to cuddle into him, and he wrapped the covers around you with his arms around you.

He placed a soft kiss to your forehead and you looked up at him to find him already staring at you. And you didn’t even need to exchange words to know that you both felt happy and contempt about this, and you both new it wasn’t ending anytime soon.

Love Letters

Originally posted by joeck


Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: zach dempsey fluff please!! 

Words: 1.735

A/N: This is my first Zach imagine and I hope that you guys like it. This is my last post until friday night, since I’ll be going back to school tomorrow. I am still writing and I can see the feedbacks and requests if there are some. I hope that you guys bear with me and I hope that you understand. Thank you so much, guys.

- G.

Warning: Swearing


Peer Communications was one of the subjects you looked up to everyday and you loved it because you learnt how to behave with people and how to communicate with them. You sometimes asked for help whenever you were down and needed some advices. You also studied some psychological topics and it helped you to be more empathic towards other people.

One more thing you liked about it was the notes of encouragement bag. You could write some anonymous notes to people and put it in their bag. Its purpose was to encourage people so they would value their self-esteem and their existence in this world.

You thought that the idea was amazing and innovative, because it has been awhile since you’ve been secretly receiving love letters from someone from your class. You could admit that the person perfectly cheered you up, making you more confident whenever they would leave one in your bag, but it didn’t help you to kill your curiosity to find out who the person was.

“(Y/N), you look so pretty whenever you smile and it melts me every time I see your lips curving and with those perfect white teeth of yours exposing.” Alex read that little piece of paper with a smirk as you were talking about your secret admirer.

You two were in the library with Zach and Jessica while you were waiting for your next subject: Peer Communications.

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Jessica complimented as she took the piece of paper from Alex’s hand and read it once again, with a lower tone this time.

“It is.” You bit your lip as you tried not to smile too much because of it. “I wonder who it is.” You wouldn’t sleep sometimes because of it and, being your ultimate crush, you kind of wished that it was Zach.

“Jesus Christ, that’s too damn corny!” Zach complaint and shook his head.

“Stop being jealous, Dempsey.” You winked at him as you teased him, but you were absolutely broken hearted for his reaction. You shrugged it off since you hinted that he was having a bad day, because he just gathered his things and walked away. “Zach!” You shouted as you tried to stop him.

“Zachary Dempsey!” Jessica tried to stop him too, but he just ignored you and he got out of the library, annoyed and vexed.

“Shh!” The old and stressed librarian scolded you and you just flashed her an apologetic smile. You were embarrassed, because you got some looks from your other fellow students and you heard soft giggles from Alex.

“I’m pulling your septum ring away if you don’t stop.” You threatened him and he suddenly closed his mouth, rolling his eyes. “Just kidding, Standall!” You and Jessica then giggled silently and Alex shook his head.

“(Y/N),” Alex became serious as he looked at you, straight into your eyes. “I think he’s jealous.”

“Jealous? Who?” You corrugated your forehead as you couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

“Jesus,” He let his face fall on his hands as he unleashed a long and deep sigh. “Zach!”

“What the fuck are you saying Alex?” You snatched a piece of paper from Alex’s hand and you started to gather your things. It was impossible that Zach was jealous, how could he? Didn’t he think that those stuffs were damn corny? “Don’t think about it that way, Mr. I jump into conclusions easily.”

“Why the fuck are these people so touchy?” Alex complaint as he looked at Jessica and pointed at you. You and Jessica both chuckled because Alex thought that you were annoyed and frustrated.

“I’m not being touchy, bro!” You defended yourself and you looked at your wrist watch for the time. “We’re going to be late if you don’t get your ass up.”

“Alright, let’s go.” They started to gather their things and you all went out of the library as you headed to your next class.

“Wait, I forgot my book!” Jessica exclaimed as she was controlling the books in her bag. “(Y/N), mind joining me?”

“Oh, sure!” You smiled at her and you were about to go away, when Alex stopped you.

“I’ll go with her, go inside the class (Y/N) and save us our seats.” Alex proposed and you just shrugged it off. They both went to Jessica’s locker and you entered your room.

“Zach?” You were surprised to see Zach and he was about to put a piece of paper inside your encouragement bag. How? You thought he never liked those stuffs.

“(Y/N)!” His eyes widened as he saw you entering the room. He didn’t expect to see you and he was frightened because you caught him. “Uhm, I- I…” He stuttered and he didn’t know what to say.

“You are my secret admirer?” You corrugated your forehead as you brought your hand to your slightly opened mouth, shocked of the revelation.

“Uhm,” He wandered around the room as he felt nervous and you could see that he was blushing. “read this.” He walked closer to you and handed you the paper, instead of putting it in your bag. He was already caught in action, why would he even escape?

“Thank you.” You shyly said as you carefully accepted the paper from his hand.
You slowly opened the folded paper and you were honestly excited to read what was written in it.

Dear (Y/N),

Hi! How are you? I know that it’s been awhile since you started receiving love letters from me and your curiosity is killing you every time, I always see you frustrated after reading my notes.
Anyway, I know that I suck at writing, but I wanted to let you know that I am liking you more and more every day. I am happy to be your friend and being just a friend is enough for me, if you don’t feel the same way. I sometimes hope that you feel or will feel the same way about me too, anyway. I am keeping my fingers crossed,

Take care always,
Zach
.

You silently read the short letter as the two of you stood in the middle of your classroom. You looked at Zach and you flashed him a sweet smile. Your heartbeat was getting louder and you became nervous and enthusiastically happy at the same time.

You wondered, though, why he acted strange earlier if he felt that way? Why would he be jealous, like what Alex hypothesized? Damn, look what Alex could do at you!

“Zach, you are the sweetest person ever.” He smiled at you and he pulled you into a hug.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me,” You hugged him back and you were amazed by the height difference that you both had. He was surely tall and you had to admit that you felt a little bit small. “your friendship is enough.” He murmured and you could hear in his voice that he was wishing for more.

“Zach,” You broke the hug so you could see his handsome face. “you are sweet, kind and funny. It’s not impossible to not like you back.” You honestly confessed back and you quickly saw a wide smile forming on his lips, while he fidgeted with his fingers and looking at his shoes, as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

It was true that you had a crush on him for a while now and you never had the guts to admit it because you thought that it was the boy who should do the first step. Yup, old style.

“Rosie’s tonight then?” He happily asked. “So, we can talk about it.”

“Yeah, sure!” You hyperactively nodded and he let out some soft laughs.

You and Zach stared at each other for a while and you both didn’t know what to say because the awkward atmosphere. At that moment, you hated your classmates for not coming inside the classroom until the bell rang and you hated Jessica and Alex because they were taking too much time to get the freaking damn book.

“Zach!” You suddenly blurted out as you remembered that something was bothering you. “Why did you say that those stuffs were corny if you were the one who writes them?”

“The one that Alex has read wasn’t from me.” He seemed disturbed at the thought of that little letter.

“So, you were really jealous?” You smirked as you teased him and he rolled his eyes.

“Uhm, yes,” He almost whispered as he answered your question sincerely. He looked at the ground as he tried to hide his reddish face. “because I saw that you were so happy because of it and I thought that you didn’t like me and you liked that one, instead.“ He explained and you just giggled. You didn’t know that he was that possessive and you honestly loved it. A possessive and overprotective boyfriend was what you were asking for.

“Silly!” You shook your head because he thought that you didn’t like him. “I still wonder who wrote that note though.”

“My fault!” Alex entered the classroom and winked at Zach, who was already giving him a death glare. You raised an eyebrow as you asked for explanations from that vexatious friend of yours. “I knew that he liked you and I told you that he was jealous.”

“Damn it, Standall!” Zach complaint, but Alex didn’t seem to care that much. You smiled because you understood what he tried to do and you couldn’t help but to love that idiot even more, of course, as a friend.

“Congrats!” He cheerfully teased the two of you. “By the way, I really thought that you have a really nice and perfect smile, (Y/N), and I can confirm it now.” He pointed it out as he saw you smiling widely for his actions.

You shook your head together with and stopped as soon as the bell rang. You went to your seats as the other students came inside the room. You kept on getting smirks and teasing winks from Alex, but you just threw him a crumpled paper in response.

Your favourite subject was about to start and you wanted to thank your teacher for making those bags of encouragement up. It was really a useful and a pleasant idea.

At least, it helped you to be more confident and it has got you a date for that night.


When Nurses Vent, the World Judges.

So I’m sitting in a hairdressing salon, in a chair next to a lady who just won’t shut up in complaining about a nurse. Some nurses, many nurses.

Hmm. My ears perked up. Not sorry.

Despite our inner hospital grievances, there’s a code of sister and brotherhood.

You insult one, you insult us all.

She’s describing a nurse she follows on Facebook, a friend, so she says - A nurse who “just seems soooo angry, and it’s sooooo surprising for that profession. I see it all the time with nurses.”

“Plus,” she continues, “she’s a massage therapist!!”

Ok, I get it lady. You’re maybe reading an outburst on social media and you’ve decided to annihilate a nurse’s character based on what she’s putting out there for her social media circle to see.

Here’s what you don’t see:

Nurses go home at night feeling defeated, and a failure in their work, but it can manifest itself to the outside world as though we are super angry for no reason.  Sometimes the person we are most angry at is ourselves.

Nurses spend their shifts trying to appease everyone; demanding patients, demanding family members, demanding doctors, unsatisfied supervisors, and an array of ancillary staff who complain we aren’t dropping everything to attend to the phone, or their demand. Sometimes we just run into the bathroom  - not to pee, but to escape the demands for just one solitary second.

Nurses have a responsibility that, aside of a doctor - isn’t like any healthcare worker who steps inside the patient room. It doesn’t mean it’s more important, it’s just different and in the spotlight of blame/accountability for everything we do, plus what others do who walk in that room. We see techs of all kinds, students, nutritionists, lab workers, who do their task and leave, and as vital as their role/expertise in their field is in performing a duty leading to patient diagnosis, healing and recovery, they just don’t have the same overwhelming responsibility for overall care, (even though they are certainly responsible for the safety of their task). A great deal of these people are incredibly awesome, are cognizant of patient safety and basics of care, however nurses have the primary responsibility to be vigilant -  as often the patient is left in unsafe circumstances, such as the bed up high, monitoring equipment disconnected, incorrect lines pulled, patients exposed, equipment shut off, and as much as they may receive a reminder, or reprimand, we are ultimately the ones who will be written up, suspended or fired when something happens to the patient on our watch.

Nurses are the primary person who will be accountable for that life on their shift, responsible for catching life threatening events and expected to do it all while juggling multiple patients and sometimes annoying inservices. The nurse is the first to be blamed when something occurs, and usually the last to be recognized when the life is saved. Nurses aren’t looking for any glory, or superiority, but we don’t expect people to minimize or compare how tough this can be, especially if you haven’t walked in our shoes.  

Nurses are exposed to the primate horrors, indecencies, and heartbreaking scenarios in one say that most people won’t see in a lifetime - and what comes with this is pressure, what comes with this is sometimes we make mistakes, - except when it’s human life at stake, screwing up isn’t something we always deal with easily. We try our best to keep it all in and it ends up manifesting itself in ways we can’t always control. Sometimes that is depression, anxiety, denial, burned out voids…and sometimes it is sheer anger at the injustice of it all. 

There’s sugar coating that in a Joint Commission smile.

Nurses need an outlet to express stress . Sometimes it manifests itself in ridiculously funny memes, inappropriate jokes, or sheer frustration in a safe space. It doesn’t mean we are horrible people, or suck at what we do. But it does mean we can’t express it at work in front of the people we care for, and it does mean we can’t always articulate why we are stressed, given the devastation we see daily. So we find an outlet we can. Scroll on if you don’t understand, maybe you’re not meant to - maybe the frustration a nurse is sharing is self catharsis.  

Nurses have rough days, when all it takes every ounce to survive the marathon of the day and sometimes all we are capable at the end of it is relief to have not had anyone live or die on our watch.

Nurses have good days too, but generally we are so damn tired at the end of it we’re asleep by the time we’ve set foot  in the door and have taken our scrubs off.

FYI hair salon lady - I have no idea what you do, you could be a pilot, which I know nothing about but would expect to bring about its own stressful grievances. You could be in the military, and angered by the world today and although I cannot see through your eyes what you may see on a daily basis, I can understand your work will have an incomprehensible amount of stress affiliated with it. You may be a cashier at Zabars, and dealing with the angered, impatient flow of shoppers who break down your spirit, and still, I cannot judge that, since I do not know what it feels to be you when you are in the silence of the night at the end of a long day,

You may have any one  unmentioned respectable profession, with your own set of responsibilities and frustrations that outside of healthcare I cannot begin to comprehend, let alone judge if you so feel inclined to vent.

 Afford us the opportunity to do the same.

…and, don’t you dare judge us.  

I would lean over and show you this, except I would for certain be the talk of your next hair appointment, how nurses are just such a disappointment.

Permit us the days to express a very human reaction to the inhumane things we see.

IT IS SO FRUSTRATING WHEN PEOPLE DONT CONNECT TO MUSIC THE SAME WAY YOU DO LIKE THEY DONT FEEL THAT FEELING IN THEIR CHEST AND THEY DONT KINDA CRY WHEN WATCHING PEOPLE PERFORM LIVE I KNOW ITS NOT THEIR FAULT BUT DAMN COULDNT YOU JUST GET INTO IT A LITTLE ! SHEESH

Find yourself a boy who rubs your legs, even when they’re prickly. Find yourself a boy who plays with you hair, even when there are knots all through it. Find yourself a boy you can binge watch Netflix with, in your underwear, and you haven’t showered since the day before. Date the boy who looks at you at midnight after a McDonald’s run and tells you how beautiful you are and that he can’t fathom why someone as perfect as you would even think about being with someone like him. Date the boy who squeezes your boobs and rubs your butt in the most innocent way possible. 

Date the boy who gives you headaches. The boy who is so damn stubborn it frustrates you sometimes. Date the boy who is damaged because he gave his heart out a little too quickly a few times too many. Date the boy you are terrified to lose, the boy you are terrified to love sometimes. The boy that gives you goosebumps and calms your butterflies all in one moment.

—  Date the boy that makes you so uncomfortably comfortable. 
Green-Blooded Matchmaker (Bones x Reader TrekFest 2017)

Originally posted by anastasiacoburg

Pairing: AOS Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy/Reader, featuring nosy!matchmaking!Spocko

Rating: PG for language because McCoy is a potty mouth doctor and drug mention

A/N: Guess who did some heavy tweaking to their unfinished Spock Week fic to create THIS beautiful mess. :) Also, dammit guys I am a writer not a doctor (nor a biochemist) so please excuse any technobabble/misattributed terms. (See also: Sara slips in a Hidden Figures reference because she deserves it.)

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Try Me

Namjoon x Reader // College!AU, Rugby!AU // 12.8k words

Summary: You wanted nothing more than to leave behind your old self when you graduated from high school and moved on to college to play rugby but when you see your high school classmate, resident fuckboy and captain, Kim Namjoon, at the rugby department orientation, you feel like everything might fall apart.

Genre: Fluff

A/N: lmao soz for the weird header but I couldn’t find a good gif. Anyway, this was once supposed to be part of a collab but I’ve since revamped it and I hope you guys like it!! this one’s mainly for @hijoonie who sent me numerous encouraging messages when I talked about how inadequate I felt compared to those other bigger writers (’: I hope you like it!!


Forgettable. A single word that encapsulated who you were. You drifted in and out of high school, always in class, always present at practice yet whenever your name was mentioned, the usual response is a short pause before they say something along the lines of, oh right, her… I think I’ve seen her around before… 

It wasn’t that the people in your school were overtly unfriendly in any way but you had come in to the school halfway through sophomore year, the only new face they had seen in years and the stares you got made you feel so out of place. Just about everyone had their own group of friends and it just seemed like there was no space for you or at least that’s what you told yourself. You hated the move to this new town, to be uprooted from the place you had called home for so many years and you were so, so bitter. Dread was all you felt whenever you woke up in a house that wasn’t familiar and gloom was all that surrounded you when you walked on a path to a school you didn’t recognise. 

Your classmates were excited of course, about Y/N the new transfer student but you didn’t seem to share in that emotion, always trying to push them away. You didn’t want to like this town and so, subconsciously you were trying to make it seem like this school was a horrible place. It was an almost masochistic way of living, if you will. Slowly, your classmates gave up on trying to include you in their conversations because they weren’t going to waste their time on someone who just wanted to be left alone. 

Year after year, you sat in your seat, letting yourself stew in thoughts about how much better your life would’ve been if you hadn’t moved, hatred brewing within you with each passing day. Wake up, school, homework, sleep, repeat. That was all you did for 3 years. In a way, you weren’t really making the most out of your time at high school. You were simply drifting through life, trying your best to get through high school unscathed. Sad. It’s the only word that could describe what you were but you only had you and your stubbornness to blame.

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One, two or three?

Word count: 4,049

Warning: smut

Request: Kai makes you orgasm three times with his magic while talking on the phone

*gif by me

Rays of sunshine shone down on your naked body, only your bottom half covered with white covers. You slowly fluttered open your eyes, trying to adjust them to the bright light in the room and as you moved, the tension was still present in your legs, feeling weak and as if you wouldn’t have the strenght to get up because of a late night encounter you had shared with Kai. You and Kai have been dating for a while, but the attraction between you two has still been present until this day, sometimes unable to keep your hands off each other and last night was one of those days. Kai has always loved the way you reacted to his touch, to his long fingers slowly tracing all over your body while his lips kissed every square inch od your exposed skin, making sure every part of you was equally loved from his side as he worshiped your naked body and always made sure you knew you were his only. You got up, watching how a sheet that was wrapped around you slowly fell down on the floor, covering your feet before you stepped out of it and headed to the bathroom, warm water running in the shower as you stepped in, letting it caress your body, droplets of water cascading perfectly down your sensitive skin. A feeling of hot water reaching a spot between your legs made you flinch a little bit, slight pain traveling through your legs. You traced your hands all over your body as you remembered exactly how Kai’s hands felt on your skin last night and how he brought you to your high repeatedly.

His fingers traced your body, making sure you felt him on your ass, his body pushing you into the counter in the bathroom, the mirror placed in front of you giving you a perfect view on his face behind you and how his teeth sinked into his bottom lip and then releasing it, making your arousal drip down your thigh. He tugged at your light lacey nightgown, reaching just below your ass but it being transparent, Kai was able to see everything, including your hard nipples and how they gotten harder every time his lips brushed against your ear.

‘You look so damn sexy. I could fuck you right now. So slow and so deep. My big cock stretching you out so beautifully. You just have to say the words.’ His raspy and quiet voice so slowly slipped into your ear, a wet patch adorning your panties from his words.

'I’m s- oh my god.’ He pushed two fingers into you swiftly, moving them in a scissor’s motion, your walls tightening around him as if they were trying to keep him inside as much as possible, dying for Kai to finger fuck you right there and then.

'What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t hear you properly. Could you- say that again maybe?’ His lips brushed on your ear, his tongue leaving s wet stripe on your ear and then suckling on your earlobe. 'Open your eyes, babe. Look at how beautiful you look.’ You struggled, the way his fingers moved inside you making you just want to keep your eyes closed but you knew that he would punish you by delaying your orgasm over and over again until you were a wet and frustrated mess under his touch.

'I’m so-sorry.’ A chuckled echoed through the moan filled bathroom, your eyes locked on the mirror, watching how Kai’s lips parted every time your walls clenched around him.

'Sorry for what?’ Flows of frustration kept colliding through your body. Especially when you saw a big smirk on his face and an expression that said “I know how I make you feel and I know you love it”. You hated that he had such control over your body, but then at the same time, that was all you wanted him to do because he did it so damn well.

'Sorry for w-wearing lace panties a-and short skirts when you are working on s-something important.’ You stuttered and almost screamed out when you felt him adding another finger inside your body, stretching you out even more. 'F-fuck.’

'No cussing. Control that pretty little mouth of yours.’ He pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to your lips, coating them in your juices before he pressed them on your clit, making small and fast figure eights. He used his other hand to grab your chin and roughly turn your head to one side to press his lips on yours, gathering your arousal from your lips as if it was the tastiest icing on a cake. He drove you mad just by pleasuring you with his fingers and with his words. What his cock was able to do to you was something completely different, something you have never experienced in your life before.

'And why did I made you apologize for that?’

'Because it’s distracting.’ Your fists clenched the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning white from a tight grip. 'Kai, please.’ Eyelids on your eyes started closing as you felt your orgasm slowly approaching, your walls contracting at the pleasure that was about to come.

'Look how beautiful you look when you cum. So damn gorgeous.’ Your eyes somehow opened again, Kai’s fingers flickering on your clit. You couldn’t hold it back anymore, your orgasm slowly but perfectly tearing through your body. Every cell in your body was shaking from an intense release and it had gotten pretty tough to stand when your legs started shaking like every single time he finger fucked you, no matter in what room, everything around you went blury. 'Such a good girl.’ He licked his fingers clean again and made a popping sound when he pulled them out of his mouth, his tongue gathering the rest from his lips.

'Now-’ he slammed his clothed crotch into your ass, his hardness evident on your body, making a moan escape your mouth. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock, pushing his hips into your hand as much as he could. 'Look what you did to me. I fucking need you.’

'Kai’ the only thing you had managed to do was moan out his name, your voice barely audible.

'I’m gonna make you feel so good.’ The weight of his body pressed on your back, your hips grinding into his clothed crotch. 'But you can’t cum until I say you can. Understand?’ You kept quiet, knowing that if you even tried to say anything, the only thing that would escape your mouth would be a moan and because of your silence, Kai’s hand harshly met your right buttcheek, the sound of a dull sound echoing through the bathroom. You flinched at a slight sting on your skin, but it only made you wetter than you already were. 'I asked something. Understand?’ You nodded your head and the next thing you felt was Kai burrying himself deep inside you.

You walked out of your room slowly and even though it seemed impossible, your legs were still weak after so many hours of sleeping. You felt as if you were running a marathon and then didn’t stretch well after. You put on your favourite black lace panties and Kai’s favourite black shirt that reached the middle of your thighs, covering your ass perfectly.

'What? No! Of course they can’t do that!’ He nodded his head at you and smiled, but his smile quickly disapeared and was replaced by his frown, his hand resting on his hip. You sat down on the sofa and pulled your legs up, crossing them. 'Because I put that spell on and they better not mess with anyone’s life just to prove that they can after all, beat me at everything. They can’t.’

Who was he talking about? You thought to yourself, your brows furrowing in confussion. You reached to the coffee table in front of you and picked up one of the books.

'If they want my help, they should just ask, I don’t bite. Well, actually, sometimes I do.’ He laughed at his own joke, making you roll your eyes and hope that he didn’t see that. You burried your nose deep into the book and completely shut yourself out of whatever Kai was rambling about. 'Of course, like tha-that’s possible.’ He stuttered when he saw what you were wearing. He plopped himself down on the couch and let out a deep sigh as he adjusted his pants and himself on the couch, trying to focus on the phone call. You have completely dozed off but you snaped out off your mind and your book when you felt a familiar feeling on your skin. You shot a glance towards Kai and saw his index finger moving around. The way he kept circling his finger in the air was exactly what you felt on your skin.

He’s using magic. Again.

He kept going higher, an invisible finger gently tracing your bare thigh, shivers rolling down your spine. You knew exactly what he was doing, but you didn’t know why. That was until you figured out what you were wearing.

Fuck!’ You cussed under your breath and prepared yourself to get up only to be pushed down again by his magic. His index finger swayed from side to side, gesturing a simple no.

'Yes, that’s exactly what we want to do.’ He kept talking while his invisible finger traced your bare skin again, but this time it didn’t stop at your thigh. He traced it all the way to your wet core, circling around the wet patch on your black panties, making your arousal drip even more before he slipped his finger inside you, stretching you out like always. You dropped your head back on the pillows behind you and parted your mouth, all the words that you read in such a short period of time, completely vanishing from your mind. Kai’s words quickly turned into a simple background mumbling as your senses completely went numb. It had never occured to you that magic could be used in that way, but when you met Kai, you had a chance to learn a lot of new things, things you never knew existed, including pleasuring someone with magic. As much as he loved using it in the bedroom and around the house, he never stopped there. There were times when he used magic on you when you were sitting in the booth at Mystic Grill. His eyes bored into yours while he was getting you closer to your release as seconds passed, watching how you struggled to keep your moans quiet or inside your body, fighting to scream out. A familiar smirk has always adorned his face and he knew that once you and him get home, he would have his way with you, fucking you into the mattress like there was no tomorrow.

A loud moan escaped your lips when you felt him adding another finger, grazing against your walls and making scissor motion to stretch you out. Your juices covered his fingers completely, your walls embracing them so naturally, like they belonged inside you. You shot a glance towards him and saw him shaking his head no, meaning you had to be quiet. You hated him for it but you were also eager to reach your orgasm as you felt the pleasure slowly gathering up in your body. You spread your legs apart, giving Kai a perfect view on your laced panties, and threw your head back again.

'Just a second-’ he murmured and pressed his phone to his chest, his finger still moving, matching the actions that you felt inside your body. He slowly pulled himself off the couch and walked towards you as he leaned down and pressed his lips on your ear, his fingers circling at a slow pace inside you. 'You have to be quiet, unless you want someone to hear your perfect little moans.’ His words traveled all the way down to your heat, making your walls contract again and a quiet moan to escape your mouth. 'Every time you let out a moan, I will add it to the scale of how hard I’m gonna fuck you later.’ He pulled back and looked at you, a big grin plastered on his face. He was proud of himself because he knew what those words did to you and how turned on you were at that moment. He loved torturing you with his words and how his invisible fingers kept pleasuring you without losing their perfect rhythm, drove you completely crazy. You watched him plopping himself back on the couch and putting the phone to his ear to continue his conversation. Unbelievable, you thought to yourself and sank your teeth hard into your bottom lip, trying to stop yourself from screaming out loud but once your legs started shaking and your orgasm tearing through your body, a loud moan escaped your plump lips. Kai’s lips curled up into a smile as he lifted his index finger up, gesturing a number one on a scale. You were a complete mess, your heart beating so fast that you had a feeling that it would jump out of your chest and into your lap, your legs feeling like jello, shivers rolling dwn your spine. You let out a big sigh, feeling relaxed when you felt Kai’s invisible fingers leaving your body, only to be pushed inside you again just a few seconds later.

'Kai..’ you whispered and watched him how he shifted in his seat and adjusted his zipper and his pants, his prominent erection visible through his black pants. After a few moments he stopped moving them, but they were still inside you, your tight walls wrapped around them and your eyes locked on Kai who was still on his phone. You wanted to get up and jump on his lap, take his phone out of his hand and beg him to fuck you right there but it was impossible to get up. It was as if someone had glued your body to the sofa, your arms the only parts of your body that were free to move.

'Tomorrow. I’m going to be pretty busy today.’ He trailed off and smiled, making sure that you understood what he meant by that. His fingers slowly started moving inside you again, but instead of circling them around, he started pumping them in and out of you, his knuckle brushing on your clit, making a loud moan escape your mouth. He lifted his index finger and then his middle one, again gesturing a number two on a scale. The air almost left your lungs causing your breath to hitch and your teeth sink hard into your bottom lip. You pushed your nails into the sofa, hoping there won’t be any holes because of your hard action. Kai looked like he was utterly fine with seeing you like that, falling apart under his magic, fighting to hold back your moans, but besides a very obvious bulge in his pants, his breathing had also turned faster and shallow, his leg bouncing up and down which you knew he only did when he was nervous and really turned on. You smirked at him, his brows furrowing in confussion, clearly lost as to why you smirked at him while his fingers were destroying you into pieces. You dropped your head back and closed your eyes as your second orgasm slowly tore through your body, a bead of sweat forming on your forehead.

You could still feel his fingers inside you, but they weren’t moving. They stayed inside your heat, your juices slowly dripping down on Kai’s shirt, your hands covering your face when you felt a slight pressure on your clit. He was going for a third orgasm. Your legs were numb and if you even tried to stand up, you would end up collapsing on the soft carpet. You felt tears burning in your eyes because of too much pleasure and because it was so hard to take it but it was always like that with Kai. He never stopped at one orgasm. He would push you to the edge over and over until you were a screaming mess underneath his touch. The pressure on your clit was getting a bit firmer, a feeling of someone pinching it made you scream out, but you quickly covered your mouth, not because of the person Kai was talking to on the phone, but because you knew what Kai would do to you once he’s finished. Your eyes fell down to his clothed crotch, his bulge looking bigger than before. He was dying to unbutton his pants and take his cock out only to burry it deep inside you and show you that you’re his only and that you really shouldn’t tease him with your lace panties. You slowly started feeling your third high coming closer, a few white stars flashing before your eyes.

'See you tomorrow then.’ The raspiness in his voice turned you on even more. He hung up and placed his phone on the coffee table, his eyes finally finding yours. 'How close are you?’ He asked quietly, a loud moan escaping your mouth, making him chuckle. Dammit. He did it on purpose, knowing that you won’t be able to keep your moans inside your body as he showed a number three with his fingers. Another orgasm tore through your body, your breath hitching in your throat and your toes curling in pleasure, a single tear rolling down your cheek. You finally felt the magic leaving your body, your whole being feeling as if you were melting on the sofa and slowly sliding down to the floor.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Kai’s face that was unbelievably close to you, his blue eyes a shade darker, filled with lust and desire. He chuckled under his breath and wrapped your arms around your body as he picked you up and carried you towards the couch. He placed you down slowly, your back resting against big pillows.

'What did I say about wearing lace when I’m working?’ His voice sounded so sexy, so desirable and even though you knew the answer to that question, you couldn’t get yourself to utter out a few simple words. 'Nothing?’

'Please, Kai.’ It sounded like you were holding back your tears, frustration and exhaustion colliding through you, your body in need of Kai’s incredible sex. He placed his finger on his lips and made a shhh sound, his eyes closing for a second.

'We said, no wearing those babies when I’m working. It’s distracting and it’s making me hard, so damn hard.’ He cupped his crotch, your eyes following his hand and watching his actions. In a split second, he pushed your legs apart and tugged at the shirt you were wearing, ripping it off in one swift move.

'That was my favourite one.’

'You know what’s my favourite thing? This right here.’ He placed his finger on your heat, some of your juices transferring from your panties onto his fingertips. 'So damn wet and all because of me.’ He quickly leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your crotch before he ripped them into pieces, your glorious naked body all exposed to him. 'Tell me, what do you want me to do to you?’ He trailed his fingers through your folds. 'Do you want me to eat you out and then fuck you slowly or do you want me to fuck you now, but roughly and so damn deeply?’ You groaned out at his words as they traveled all the way to the place you needed him the most.

'Fuck me now!’ It was more of a shout than a quiet answer and he wasted no time in taking all of his clothes off, ripping his boxers into pieces and letting his thick and long cock spring free, a drop of pre-cum glistening on his tip.

'As you wish.’ He spread your legs even more apart and knelt down, his cock perfectly alligned with your entrance. He slammed himself into you roughly, a scream that escaped your mouth echoing through the living room. Without any hesitation, he thrusted deep, rough and fast, your breath hitching with his every rough thrust. He grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he started jamming your hips onto his. He was being rough with you as he was a couple of times before. It felt so good to have him inside you, to feel him stretch you out so perfectly and to fill you up over and over again.

'I can’t get enough of you. How?’ He whispered and suddenly picked you up as he was careful to stay burried inside you while he laid you on the couch and got on top of you, your leg resting on his hip. 'You feel so damn good wrapped around me.’ He burried his face into the crook of your neck while his hips kept thrusting roughly into you, his hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. 'This is where I want to be. Burried so deep inside you.’ He whispered in your ear and tugged at your earlobe with his teeth gently, your back arching at a sudden feeling in the pit of your stomach.

'I can’t-’

'Yes you can. Do it for me, let yourself go, baby.’ He groaned out and only a few thrusts were needed for you to fall apart underneath him, you walls embracing his thick shaft like it was made to be there. His cock kept slamming relentlessly into you as he picked up his pace and thrusted into you with no mercy, a stinging feeling finding it’s place between your legs. A single tear rolled down your cheek and your nails dug deeply into Kai’s back, his blood finding it’s way to the surface. Only one more clench of your walls was needed for Kai’s orgasm to be triggered, his warm liquid spilling inside your heat, filling you up. He collapsed on top of you, still inside you as he propped himself up on his elbows, his face only an inch from your face.

'Fuck.’ He uttered out, a sudden laugh from both of you echoing through the living room.

'I know.’ He pulled himself out, your body flinching up a little bit.

'Does it hurt?’ It was as if it was a completely different person. Just a minute ago he was a sex god, penetrating you like there was no tomorrow and now, he was a sweet human being, concerned about your well being.

'Just a little bit, but I can take it.’ You rolled on top of him, your legs on each side of his waist.

'No sex for you for at least five days.’

'Yeah…’ you rolled off him and grabbed a blanket that was on the couch, wrapping it around your naked body. 'Good luck with that.’ His eyes widened and his brows furrowed in confussion.

'You think I can’t go five days without sex?’

'I know you can’t.’ He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your body, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on your back.

'Watch me.’ He said confidently as a smirk grew bigger on your face. You pulled yourself out off his grip and jumped down on the floor, a blanket falling down at your feet.

'No. You watch me.’ You pointed at him and then at you before you tripped over your own feet, still feeling a little weak and started walking away from him slowly, your naked body fully exposed to him. 'I will walk around the house naked from now on.’ You turned your head just enough for your eyes to catch a glimpse of him.

'Fuck, you’re so sexy!’ You screamed when you saw him jumping over the couch, wrapping his arms around your body and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. 'There are some other things we can do for fun.’ He winked at you, a quiet chuckle escaping your body as he carried you into the room you and him shared, not planning on leaving the house for the rest of the day.

Nothing Compares

Anonymous: Imagine you used to be really friendly with Matt (muttering into his ear, squishing his face, talking loudly for emphasis, etc) and him being upset when you stop because you think you’re torturing him once you find out how good his senses are

This is a very cute idea, I hope I did okay for you :)

1523 words. Enjoy xx

Originally posted by kinghardy

“I’ve got dinner,” you called, kicking the office door closed with your foot. Karen and Foggy practically ripped their food out of your hands, thanking you and then sitting down to eat. You always bought the food, keeping those three fed and happy.

You brought yours and Matt’s food to his office and put the bag in front of him. “Here you go, Matty.” You jumped up to sit on his desk as you always did, getting out your sandwich.

“Comfortable?” He joked.

You reached over and ruffled his hair. “Yes, thank you.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, reading a case file he and Foggy were working on.

Taking a bite of your sandwich, you listened as Matt started telling you about the case, and how a man was wrongly convicted. He and Foggy were amazing lawyers, you had complete faith that they would help this innocent man.

When he finished explaining, you looked up and kissed his cheek. “You’ll do perfectly, I know it.”

He smiled, “Thanks, Y/n.” After dinner, he sighed and stood up. “We should probably get home, it’s getting late.”

Waiting at the door, you grinned and intertwined his arm in yours, walking home with him.

Matt was your best friend. You were the one that helped him around if he wanted, and the one who gave him a small pep talk before any hearing. Besides Foggy, of course, there were no two people who were closer friends than you and Matt. Sometimes, you’d find yourself getting even closer to him, and maybe wishing you weren’t just friends.

As you got to Matt’s front door, you have him a hug, and pushed his hair out of his face gently. “See you tomorrow.”

He smiled at you sweetly, “Goodnight, Y/n.” You turned around as the door closed, walking back home with a wide smile on your face.

After one day at the office, you headed towards Matt’s apartment instead of your own. Foggy had told you he was sick today, and that was why he wasn’t in. So, naturally, you decided to go and check on him.

You didn’t think anything of it, walking into Matt’s apartment like you did. It was normal for you two. You were best friends, of course you hung out together. But you never expected to see what you did.

“Oh god-Matt?” Your ran over to the couch where Matt was laying, looking worse for wear.

“Y/n,” he hissed, trying to sit up, but it obviously hurt. Acting on instinct, you reached out and helped him sit straight. You looked over his body in shock. Scrapes ran red over his upper body and arms, even his face. Looking around the room, you saw nothing was out of place. Before you could ask him one of the thousand questions running through your mind, he asked you, “What are you doing here?”

“Foggy said, he said you were sick,” you said distractedly, fear for Matt running through your veins. You could not comprehend how he could possibly be so beaten up. He was a blind man, for goodness sake! “Matt, what’s going on?”

He let out a breath, and pat the seat next to him where his feet had been. “I have some things to tell you.”

You sat down with nearly no hesitation, your curiosity, slight fear, and desire to help Matt any way you could taking hold.

“You know in the papers, how they talk about the Devil of Hells Kitchen?”

You nodded, answering with a short, “Yes.”

“Well, I’m ‘Daredevil.’”

There was a long moment of silence. He must have realized you were not going to say anything, and he began to explain himself to you. He told you about his heightened senses. How he felt things differently, how he heard things differently. How he could see without actually seeing.

You took it all in, sitting quietly. And when he was done, with your thoughts running rampant, you stood up. Rifling through the first aid kit on the table, you began to patch him up, slowly but surely.

He didn’t force you to talk, which was a good thing. You didn’t think you could have formed a word. After hearing about what he could do, and about his senses, you thought back to how you acted around him in horror. The loud talking, all your touches and you guiding him everywhere… It must have been an overload of senses for him. You cringed, feeling horrible. Forget about him not telling you he was Daredevil; he should have stopped you from annoying and torturing him.

You cleaned up the last gash on Matt’s arm, and turned to address him. “Okay.” His head turned toward yours in surprise. “You should have told me, I could have helped you.” He went to say something, but you interrupted. “But it’s okay.”

He licked his lips, looking a little wary. “We’re okay?”

You smiled, a little sadly. “Yeah, Matty. We’re okay.”

You left soon after that, feeling a bit numb. Not sure what to think about everything you’d learned, you fell asleep rather quickly in your apartment.

The office the next day wasn’t tense, exactly, but the usually relaxed and friendly atmosphere was gone. Your day was terrible, to say the least. You had no idea how close you and Matt were until now.

You kept your distance from him all day. Sure, you talked. But the simple touches were gone, and you felt like a part of you was missing. You may not have liked this distance, but you’d do anything to make sure he wasn’t in any pain or discomfort-especially from you.

You came back from getting everyone lunch like you usually did, only to find that Foggy and Karen were gone. Biting your lip, you walked into Matt’s office.

“Hey, I brought lunch,” you said, leaving the bag in front of him. You went to leave but Matt jumped up out of his seat.

“Wait, Y/n.”

You turned around to see him walking towards you. You almost reached out and grabbed his arm to help him, but you stopped yourself before you could. It was like second nature to help him, but now you knew he didn’t need your help. You cursed mentally, folding your arms over your chest instead. “Yeah?”

“You’ve been… Off, today,” he said carefully, not wanting you to leave just yet. You didn’t answer right away, so he kept going. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you my secret. I didn’t want you to be in danger. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

You blinked. “No, Matt, this isn’t about you being a vigilante, exactly…”

“But if it isn’t, what else could it be?” He sounded frustrated with himself, and you started to feel a little guilty. “I just want to know, Y/n,” he sounded so upset, and the guilt nearly crushed your heart. “What did I do?” He put his glasses on the desk, now looking directly at you with those damned puppy eyes.

You stared back at him. “No, Matt, it’s not that, honestly. I mean, yeah, I wish you’d told me. And I’m going to worry about you…” You trailed off, watching as he struggled to understand.

“Then what is it? You’re acting different. I don’t know… I miss you.”

Closing your eyes, you sighed in frustration. Your eyes started to sting. “Honestly, Matt? I’m just-I’m probably so annoying to you, and I don’t know why you didn’t say anything to me. I don’t know why you didn’t stop me from basically torturing you. You didn’t tell me-you didn’t need help, I mean, all those times…” You trailed off, looking down at the floor and wringing your hands.

A look of understanding and disbelief crossed Matt’s face. “That’s what it is? About my senses? You’re not annoying, Y/n. Not at all.” He reached out for your hands and held them tight. “You’re anything but annoying,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re funny, you’re kind, and you keep me grounded. There’s so much noise,” he gestured around his head, “and if you’re here… You help me to focus. You’re not annoying, I need you. If anything, you help keep me sane.”

Blinking, you wiped your eyes and let out a small laugh. “Really?” You needed to hear it again, you didn’t believe it.

Matt smiled softly. “Really.”

Smiling back, you reached up and grabbed his face in your hands, pinching his cheek and making him laugh loudly. It was a beautiful sound that you didn’t know you had missed. “Are we okay?”

He kissed your cheek softly in return, making you blush. “We’re more than okay. Promise.”

You stared at him in awe. “You know, Matt, your senses may be good, but you missed.”

He looked confused for half a second, before you brought his head down to yours, sealing his promise with a kiss.

Ok, this spooked around in my head since @shadeandadidas​ wrote that bit about Even giving the phone to Isak. 

  • At first the idea of talking to Even’s mom in general terrified him. He never even met the parents of his girlfriends and he knew the parents of his friends since he was a little kid.
    Isak doesn’t like to speak on the phone, period.

  • But when Even was feeling down and he hadn’t yet met his parents (and, well, Sonja kindly offered but he really didn’t want to take her up on playing messenger between him and Even’s parents) so when his phone rang and it read Liv Bech Næsheim he had a little internal scream-attack

  • Of course she wanted to know how Even was. His energy wasn’t up to talk to her himself and since Isak hadn’t even met her it was understandable that she would want some kind of confirmation that her son was ok.

  • Next time was when the battery of Even’s phone had died (the fate of the only android user in a kollektivet full of iPhones - no spare charger for him) and he was at Isak’s for the weekend. Liv wanted to let Even know that they were going on a spontaneous trip and wouldn’t be home until tuesday.

  • Isak coughed awkwardly into the phone and handed Even the phone. (his heart rate didn’t calm down after that for half an hour)

  • Then there was the time when Even’s birthday was around the corner. It was the first time that Isak was the one calling her (after Mahdi, Magnus and Jonas all talked some courage into him) to check if the watch Even wanted was ok for him to get for Even or if they already covered that.

  • But when they talked about who would get that precious boy what, she made a frustrated sound. Bc god damn that computer never did what it is supposed to! And why is my screen so big all of a sudden? Oh no, I can’t even see anything anymore. So, Isak talked her through it, which earned him a lot of gratitude and she made him promise to come by soon so she could make him a thank you dinner.

  • After they met each other time and time again, when Isak went over to Even’s, when they ate dinner with his parents, when he got there before Even after school (he waited outside for 10 min until Liv saw him and asked him what he was waiting for - more awkward coughing) and Liv made them some tea.

  • And Isak never really experienced that. Talking with parents. Having conversations with parents. With his dad it had been the occasional “Everything ok in school?” to which he nodded and then his dad nodded and that was that. With his mom he talked, yeah… but never like this. He never had a grown up just listen to him, give advice or just talk to him from eye to eye.

  • So when Even came he was almost disappointed (he wasn’t bc Even, but almost) that he had to stop his conversation with Liv - which at this point was just about some banality, but meant so much. She gave him a warm smile and an even warmer hug.

  • From then on, when Even’s mom called to check in when Even hasn’t been home for a bit, she always asked to be put on with Isak. At first it was surprising (and a little alarming “She wants to talk to me??” he had mouthed the first few times) but he soon found that Liv genuinely asking how was school, are you eating enough? Will we see you soon at dinner? How did that math test go? was one of the most comfortable and satisfying things he never knew he missed.

  • So now when Even’s phone rings and it reads Liv Bech Næsheim Isak perks up every time. Pauses his game of Fifa, shushes his friends or closes his biology book with an awaiting smile. Knowing he is about to receive parental affection and to be fussed about.
Dean Winchester - It's Too Hot

Originally posted by hunterchesters

When the A.C. in the bunker breaks, you’re frustrated because it’s so warm. However, when Dean comes home, he finds a way to distract you from the heat.

Requested by: @theoneandonlysaucymo after a conversation last night about how bloody warm it was

Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut

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Little Prince (pt.5)

Pairing: Roman Godfrey x Reader

Scenario: You’re new to Hemlock Grove, and you catch the attention of Roman Godfrey

WARNING: none:)

Word Count: 1.1k

sorry ahead of time for any spelling/grammar mistakes

Originally posted by mlle02love

A bell clanged and the horses sped off, starting the race. The two animals were neck and neck, both straining to pass the other. A hand slipped and one of the horses gained the advantage, riding it out until it reached the finish line victorious.

“Yes!” you shouted as you jumped up and threw your hands into the air.

Roman dropped his water gun and pouted like a little kid. “These games are rigged, y’know.”

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Why I want to stop watching the Blacklist (a.k.a., A Rant by Me)

This used to be my favorite show. Hands down. I would legitimately schedule things around it; I would leave events early to make sure I could watch it live; I would post about it on Tumblr and read other people’s posts the rest of the evening; I would search through multiple review site’s posts the next day.

I loved the dynamic between Red and Liz. I loved the mysteries and the little morsels of answers that we would get. I loved how, in the S1 finale, it felt like no one was safe: Meera got killed; Harold got attacked and nearly killed; Tom was shot and left for dead.

But, over the past few seasons, this show has become the bane of my TV-watching experience.

I would watch it, sure. But that was because I didn’t want the folks on Tumblr spoiling it for me. It was because I thought we were finally getting answers – which is what they teased us with every other week – only to feel so disappointed.

This last year, I made reaction videos for a friend of mine for every single episode. You know what one of the most commonly said things in those videos is? “Well, at least next week’s preview looks good.” Only to be disappointed in that episode, and to say the same thing about next week’s preview, and the cycle repeated itself until we actually got a half-way decent episode (which was usually some kind of finale or premiere, because that’s the only time actual shit can happen – during Sweeps Week).

Over and over again, both online and in person, I compared this to those scenes in cartoons where someone puts a carrot on a fishing pole in front of a donkey, and the donkey runs so hard to reach the carrot, only to never get there.

That’s how this show has felt the past season or two.

It’s only a shadow of what it once was, and I’m tired of it. I wish I could stop watching it.

So many other people I follow on Tumblr have said they’ve either stopped or thought about stopping. By comparison, Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad and the Walking Dead seemingly increase their viewership every season; the Blacklist has been NBC’s lowest-rated show in the demo for the last year, IIRC. The ratings for the Redemption spin-off were so low, the showrunners tried to pass it off as a one-off miniseries, when it was ALWAYS intended to be its own full-length show.

I understand that the show does well in DVR viewership numbers, and it was the most expensive TV show that Netflix had purchased when Season 1 was released.

But, this show continues to disappoint me. There’s hardly anything I like about it anymore. Hell, even James Spader, who’s a master at his craft, seems to be bored with it. His monologues are becoming more and more cliche, and even his amazing performances can’t save this dumpster-fire.

Its protagonist, Liz, is all over the fucking place in terms of characterization. First, she was naive and learned her “husband” had used and abused her. Then, she went to the dark side, chained him up on a boat and said she’d never forgive him for what he’d done. Then, she apparently forgave him, slept with him, had his kid, tried to remarry the guy, and then faked her death to get away with him and is now living her happy dream life with her little girl and her ‘perfect’ husband.

What happened to the dark, morally questionable, grungy Liz? What happened to the Liz who was jaded and afraid after being on the run for several weeks, or months?

She just settled down with a guy who she used to hate and she’s living the dream.

What in the literal fuck?

And, for all the time that has been invested in Liz, she has made little to no progress in her characterization these past few seasons. In fact, she’s done more of a 360. She’s right back where she started, more or less.

Why should the audience give a shit about her journey if she’s not making any progress? Why should we care that, halfway through this show, she has everything she’s ever wanted?

The side characters, like Aram, Samar, Ressler, Cooper and others are there just to serve the plot. Any time there’s a semblance of some character development or plot progression, the showrunners regress everyone back to Stage One so we can do it all over again. Aram and Samar look like they’re making progress in their possible romantic relationship? Fuck that, we’ve got to make sure Aram runs back to his abusive girlfriend and string this thing along another season! Remember when Ressler got shot, had prescription drug problems, and was in Narcotics Anonymous? Yeah, me neither.

Mr. Kaplan, who was best when she was on-screen to sass and help Reddington once every few episodes, gets pushed into the spotlight for some made-up bullshit reason that had never been discussed or hinted at previous to the “Mr. Kaplan used to work for Katarina Rostova” storyline. And while Susan Bloomaert is a fantastic and underrated actress and did her absolute best to make those scenes between her and Liz feel emotional, I didn’t really care about their dynamic at all because it felt so forced, underdeveloped, and out-of-nowhere.

Whereas the relationship that I care the MOST about – that between Red and Liz – that has been the most built-up and developed over the course of the show keeps getting thrown under the bus as Liz does the whole “love Red, hate Red, forgive Red” song-and-dance routine. She claims she agrees with Red when he tells her not to go back to Tom in Season 2… only to go back to Tom later in Season 2. She’s totally down with asking Red to help her whenever she’s a criminal on the run… but the minute her wedding gets shot up, she yells at him and says it’s his fault.

And now, as far as the Lizzington fans go, which I count myself as one of them, the show has written itself into a corner. Because all the amazing chemistry and romantic tropes throughout the show feel incredibly creepy now that Liz believes Red is her dad, regardless of whether he actually is or not. I don’t care how they try to pull themselves out of the ginormous hole they’ve dug for themselves on that one – why the hell would a woman ever end up with a guy that she once thought was her dad, even if it turned out he actually wasn’t?

And the only real way out of it is the Impostor Theory – a well-written and well-researched theory, but one that makes people have to do fucking mental gymnastics for it to work. You have to assume a lot of people like Naomi and Reddington’s former roommate from the Naval Academy who’s now an admiral, are in on it. Whereas dudes like Finch or the Director aren’t…

Don’t get me wrong; I think it’s a wonderful theory and it explains a lot. But, if it ends up being true, it means one of two things:

1) The writers didn’t plan this from the beginning and lucked their way into it

OR

2) The writers DID plan this from the beginning, which means they have the ability to be really good writers, but then they fell into all this other bullshit – like Liz’s weird arc and other things – which really means that they’re not that good of writers; they just had the one good idea.

And if the Impostor Theory DOESN’T end up being true, in some form or fashion, that means that Red really IS Liz’s dad, and this whole fucking show – Red’s entire characterization, his relationship and dynamic with her – has been a lie. Canon can be throw out the window to rot in the sewer and fuck itself in the interim, because the writers don’t even care any more.

Which, I realize is unfair, because I know there are hundreds of people who work really hard to make this show happen, and while it’s not, like, the worst show of all time, the fact that it had such potential and has fallen so far, almost makes it seem worse than a show that was so bad from the beginning I never invested time in it.

And what makes it even WORSE is that the showrunners continue to act like this is the most groundbreaking show on television, and put it on a pedestal On High, along with the likes of Game of Thrones, The Americans, and The Sopranos… you know, actually good shows.

That would be the equivalent of the Taken director demanding that his movie should’ve gotten an Oscar. It’s like, you know it was a fine movie, and I had a good time watching it, but like, bring yourself back down to earth. Taken is okay, but it is NOT Oscar-worthy material, so get off your high horse, dude.

I guess, if nothing else, it shows that the showrunners, writers and actors are so talented that they got me to invest in the show to the point where I can’t not watch it, even though it’s fallen so far and I feel like it’s nowhere near as good as it used to be. They hooked me and got me to care about these characters and their dynamics so much that, even though it frustrates me week in and week out, I will still keep watching it.

It’s just that, now, I might be doing it with a bottle of vodka, taking shots every time:

  • Red has a monologue that proves James Spader is too damn good for this show;
  • Liz is bitchy to Red for little to no reason, while continuing to be lovey-dovey with Tom;
  • Ressler survives a fight or car accident or some other action sequence with no injuries whatsoever;
  • Harry Lennix is completely underused as Harold Cooper in an episode, because he only tells his employees to do the obvious… and literally nothing else;
  • Samar and/or Aram take a step back from getting together, despite hints that they’ve liked each other since Season 2.

So, bottoms up, Blacklist fans!

Oh Captain! // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, Nat x Bucky (WinterWidow)
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut, ‘Captain’ kink. This is a bit of a slow burn. I’m not sorry. 

Summary: How is Steve supposed to resist you when you call him Captain like that? How is anyone supposed to resist those god-forsakenly beautiful thighs? Naturally you both have to fuck it out; your only choice really. WinterWidow makes a brief appearance. Bonus: Tony Stark’s seal of approval.

A/N: Idk why my fics keep starting in the gym, maybe it’s a sneaky way of telling myself I need to work out more. Lmao, ignore me. I’m so sorry. This was supposed to me a short 500 or so word one shot but I’m a goddamn wordy ass ho with no self-control and a shitty understanding of the word ‘short’. Happy New Year everyone 

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

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Move To The Rhythm

Word Count: 4383
Genre: Smut
Summary: You need to think creatively when you’re trying to distract Yugyeom from his dancing.
Warnings: Domination, orgasm denial.
REQUEST:
Can i request you a smut? Like you’re Yugyeom’s gf and one day you tease him with Mark cause you’re horny af and he doesn’t give you attention. Thank you if you’ll take the request and sorry for my bad English 🙈     

Writers notes: Hey guys! Sorry this one took a little longer to come out, thank you for all the support of my stories I appreciate it so so much! To the person who requested this, thank you so much for the request I hope you like it, feel free to message me! My requests are always open to everyone <3    
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You sat plump on the couch, watching Yugyeom as he practiced his dancing, watching how dedicated he was, moving to the beat, really matching the song perfectly. Though you couldn’t help the thoughts that were forming in your head when he was dancing so sexily in the practice room. He didn’t even know how he was making you feel right now, too concentrated in his dancing, the thing that brought him so much joy. He didn’t even know how he was making you feel as you shifted on the couch, tightening your legs together as you could feel your arousal forming. Each time he looked towards you, you just smiled at him as though nothing was wrong, but he would shoot you a smirk, or wink at you, or give you those dark sexy eyes and each time he would do something you would lose a little bit of control. You watched as the clock ticked by, dying for his practice to be over soon, but you saw that he still had about half an hour left so you picked on your nails as a means to distract yourself as he so smoothly body rolled, thrusting his hips outward to the rnb song. As the clocked ticked by very slowly you were convinced he started doing it on purpose, but he was blissfully unaware as he thrusted into the air that that was the last little move it took to get you off the couch. You walked up to him, placing your hand on his bicep and trying to get his attention.

“Yugyeom, can you finish early baby, I really need you…” You looked at him with lustful eyes, hinting as subtly as you could that you really wanted to screw him right now, but he was too into his practice to pay attention. He looked at you and then looked up at the clock.

“I’m almost done y/n, just half an hour left”

“That’s too long” you whined, pouting at him, but it wasn’t working, and he wasn’t caring.

“Half an hour babe” he grabbed your arms, leading you back to the couch and your groaned as he plopped you back down.

“Yugy– please” but he didn’t respond as he walked away, slightly turning up the music as he made his way back to the middle of the room, continuing to dancing and leaving you beyond frustrated as you fiddled with your fingers on the couch.

When the door opened to the practice room you didn’t pay attention to it as you watched Yugyeom continue to dance, it wasn’t until the new person made their presence known that you decided to care, but you were very happy to see one of your close friends sit on the couch beside you.

“Hi Y/n!” Mark was cheerful as he entered the room and you were glad to see him, immediately giving him a hug.

“Mark! Hi!” you pulled away from him, both of you sitting on the couch and for a moment you managed to catch Yugyeom staring at you both, but quickly moving his eyes elsewhere when he saw that you noticed. He has been paying next to no attention to you, but suddenly Mark comes into the room and he’s intently staring…You smiled to yourself as you continued to converse with Mark, an idea popping into your head that you knew you would probably have to pay for later, but a girl will do what she must, and you insisted in your head that making Yugyeom jealous will definitely get his attention.

You shuffled closer to Mark on the couch, leaning close to him as you smooth raked your hand through his hair.

“You slicked you hair back today, it looks so sexy, it really suits you”

“Haha, thanks y/n” he smiled at you, shyly laughing as you put on your best flirty giggle, and when you looked at Yugyeom, he was staring at you through the mirror, you had clearly gotten his attention. You decided to up your game when you knew he was looking, you placed you hand on Marks thigh and gave his leg a small shake.

“Seriously, you look so hot today” you leaned in closer to him as you giggled, clearly pushing your limits as Yugyeom walked over to the laptop turning the music off, and approaching you in a swift and quick movement.

“Hey sorry Mark, Y/N and I have to go, bye” he grabbed your hand off Marks thigh, pulling you off the couch and storming out of the practice room as you waved bye to Mark.

He dragged you along to the elevator, pressing the number of the floor his dorm was on as you stood in the elevator, looking at his face which was clearly filled with annoyance and frustration. You waited for him to say something and when he looked into your eyes, his were dark and angry, it made you intimidated and aroused all at the same time, making you lose your voice when he finally spoke.

“What the hell do you think you were doing, huh?”

“I, uh—-” you couldn’t form the words yet when his gaze was so powerful as he looked down at you, his stance so suddenly dominant as the tall man towered over you.

“Answer me”

“You wouldn’t pay me attention! You made me so sexually fucking frustrated in there and I couldn’t do anything about it! So I made you jealous!”

“You made me jealous alright… you also made me angry” He towered over you, trapping you into the corner of the elevator but you stood your ground.

“Then have some fucking angry sex with me Yugyeom, because watching you in there dancing so sexily made me so damn horny and I need you so much right now”

“Why don’t you just learn a little bit of self control then babe” he said, his voice calming as he leaned down to look right into your eyes.

You could see the look in his eyes turning into lust so you leaned your leg up to his thigh, pushing your thigh up in between his legs, your hands sliding under his shirt to feel his muscles.

“You know I can’t control myself around you baby” you slid your hands smoothly around his lower back, pulling him forward so his body leaned against you.

His face came to the side of yours, his hot breath on your ear as his hand moved down to your thigh, sliding up slowly.

“That’s one of the things I love about you baby…One little movement and I have you wrapped around my finger…” as he said the final words he cupped your core and you gasped as he intensely rubbed you over your clothing, his hand pushed up against your crotch and you were so suddenly aware of how wet you had gotten, your panties damp against your core. You hissed as his hands dug deeper into your jeans, but the feeling was lost as quick as it came when the elevator dinged, you separated from each other and when there was no one in sight Yugyeom dragged you along with him to his conveniently empty dorm room. He led you inside, closing the door behind him. Yugyeom grabbed your arms, turning you around to face him.

“Jump” he said as his hands gripped your waist pulling you up as your legs wrapped around him tightly, a smile plastered across your face as he led you to the kitchen, planting kisses all over your exposed collarbone on the way. Your hands tugged at his hair as he left wet kisses on your chest. When you reached the kitchen he placed you on the bench, tugging at your top in a rush as he pulled the material over your head, throwing it onto the floor. As his hand went for your dream you lifted yourself off of the counter slightly so he could pull them down, as he discarded your jeans you un-clipped your bra, dropping the garment on the floor. Last but not least your panties were somewhere on the floor and you were fully exposed in front of him, annoyed at his lack of nudity so you tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling him closer into you with your legs around his waist. You pulled his shirt over his head, ogling at the figure that you adorned so much, moaning merely at the sight of him. You went to grab at his jeans, his hands grabbed your wrists, holding them down firmly on the kitchen counter.

“Tsk tsk baby, you don’t get that yet”

“Yugyeom–” you tried to whine, but he kissed you softly, your lips melting in his own before he pulled away.

“That’s what happens when you’re a trouble maker y/n, you’re going to have to have some patience” You knew there was going to be some consequences for your actions, it made you excited and nervous at the same time because dominant Yugyeom was so sexy. So with patience you awaited what he was going to do. He your thighs, a giggle falling from your mouth as he pulled you to the edge of the kitchen counter, his hands gripped your waist tight as his lips came close to yours, his hot breath on your face before he finally kissed you, in a rushed manner. The kiss was hot and heavy, his tongue immediately entering your mouth, dominating the kiss. You hands gripped tightly at his hair as his tongue battled with your own, neither of you wanting to let go from the kiss, except for when you were dying to breathe. Yours and his lips were plump and red when he pulled away, his lips latching onto your neck as he tugged and sucked on your skin, and you hissed as he left hard bites on your skin.

You took this moment of him lavishing at your neck to take a breather as you panted hard, but you could barely take a breath, moans falling from your lips as he ravished at your skin, slowly lowering down your body, leaving marks all the way down. He sucked and nibbled at the sides of your breasts, your hands digging deeper at his roots and he bruised the sensitive skin. He then licked down to your core, stopping right where you wanted him before leaning back up. He pressed his hand on your chest, pushing you down, a shiver going through your body as you laid back onto the cold surface, propping yourself back up on your elbows, watching him as his face disappeared between your legs, his hands spreading your thighs out as he started to gently kiss the inside of you thighs, making his way up to your core, only to keep teasing you, avoiding it and kissing around your heat only. You groaned to yourself, but he heard it, laughing at your complete impatience and misery.

“Yugyeom please–”

“Patience y/n, you’re the one who wanted me so desperately, so you get me when I say so baby” Your core started to throb at his words, completely desperate for him and you didn’t hide that fact, he knew it as soon as you both entered the elevator.

He started once again kissing around you core, your eyebrows scrunched up in frustration but your head thrown back with a loud moan when he finally licked up your core.

“Fuck!” you fell off your elbows, your hands tangling in his hair and your hips arching off the bench as he started to lick you up and down. He licked roughly at you core, a merciless speed which gave you no time to process the pleasure as you moaned repeatedly. He lapped around your entrance, licking around it, poking his tongue in slightly before making his way up to your clit.

“Oh - GOD Yugyeom!” you screamed his name aloud as he sucked harshly on your clit, lewd sounds coming from his ministrations. His every move was harsh and rough and it sent you to heaven, your head rolling back and your mouth agape.

He payed all his attention now on your clit, licking and sucking and nibbling, your bud sensitive and you pleasure on overdrive. His mouth enclosed on your clit, sucking roughly, pulling you with him as his face pulled away, before opening his mouth. He admired the view above him, your chest rising up and down, your skin glistening with beads of sweat, your breasts perked and perfect, your body losing complete control.

He continued to you, licking softly around your entrance, his nose rubbing your clit and soft whimpers of his name left you mouth. His tongue poked inside you, the wet muscle moving further inside of you, starting to lick around you walls and you groaned from above, his tongue lapped from side to side inside you, licking every inch of your walls before starting to thrust in and out of you entrance. He continued doing this for what felt life forever and you turned into a moaning mess, curses falling from your lips at every second. He licked around inside you for one last time before bringing his tongue back to your clit, his mouth enclosing on your clit as his fingers crept up your thighs, you moaned in content as he pushed two fingers inside of you. His tongue worked against your clit, but his fingers… they were doing heavens work inside you, you completely lost yourself as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. They mercilessly thrusted in and out of you. You legs closed on Yugyeom’s head, his other hand coming to hold one of your thighs in place as he devoured you, nibbling on your clit as his fingers pumped inside you, twisting and turning.

“Fuck! Babe–” you groaned in pleasure as he hummed again your core, the vibrations in his voice sending waves of pleasure all throughout your body. You didn’t know which sense of pleasure to focus on until he curled his fingers inside of you and your back immediately arched up, a loud moan of pleasure falling from your lips as he repeated the action.

You felt your orgasm start to approach and you were ready to welcome it. Your heart rate was extremely high as you focused on your orgasm, his expert tongue and fingers getting you there quickly as he continued to suck on your clit and curl his fingers inside you, your walls started to clench around his fingers…you clit starting to throb from the constant pleasure.

“Yugyeom–I’m so close baby, fuck!”

You screamed in anger when he decided to pull his fingers from you, and pull his mouth away, stopping all of his movements, your orgasm ripped away and you groaned in frustration and annoyance.

“What the fuck Yugyeom!?” you propped yourself up on your elbows you looked at him with an expression of complete rage and he just smirked, his hands resting at both sides of you as he laughed, looking down at your face. You groaned in misery, falling back off your elbows and laying on the kitchen bench, ruffling your hands through your hair because you knew he was going to get back at you somehow, and this was definitely cruel.

“I couldn’t just let you get away with what you did babe, I’m sure you can understand…”

Your heart beat dropped back to normal as you relaxed on the bench, but the frustration from being denied your orgasm made you very uncomfortable.

You took a few seconds to recoup yourself before you hopped off the kitchen counter. You looked up at Yugyeom, glaring at him while he cheekily stared into your eyes, an annoying grin on his stupidly gorgeous face.

“Can I at least take these off now?” you asked him.

“Ask nicely”

You sighed deeply but laughed, “Yugyeom baby, would you do me the honor of allowing me to rip off these restricting clothes so I can see you and all your glory, because I’m just so horny and I need you so much baby” you tugged onto the hem of his jeans, biting your lip as you awaited his answer, he took his time like a little shit while he pretended to think about it.

“Hmmm. Sure baby” you rolled your eyes at him as you hastily unzipped his jeans, pulling his boxers down with them, he stepped out of them and he grabbed you arms to bring you back up to his face. You stared down at his crotch, his erection free and you were hungry for him, licking you lips before he pushed your chin up for you to look in his eyes.

“Whats next?” you asked him.

“This” he grabbed your thighs, lifting you from the floor and you wrapped your legs around him as he walked you to the couch. He sat down on the couch and you straddled him, sighing in relief as he messaged your ass.

“Ride me baby, you wanted me so much…you have to work for it”

“With pleasure”

You lifted yourself slightly off his lap, your hand grabbing onto his shaft, pumping it slowly, rubbing it up and down your core, spreading your wetness all over him, moaning lowly. You looked up at Yugyeom’s face to see his eyes close in content as you slowly inserting him into you. Soft grunts falling from his plump lips as he filled you all the way up.

“Fuck” he groaned under his breath as you sat on his lip, his length balls deep inside you.

You straddled him for a moment, catching your breath and when you looked up at him, he was eyeing you, a smug look on his face while his hands rested on your hips. The look in his eyes made you want to hide, you bit your lip to keep from melting under his gaze.

“Move baby” he told you, giving your hips a little squeeze on encouragement. You placed your hands around his neck for support, your fingers tangling in his hair, you leaned your head against his neck, kissing it softly as you started moving your hips forwards and backwards.
You rolled against him, setting a slow pace at the start, small whimpers leaving your mouth as he moved inside you. You continues to just roll back and forth, his grip on your hips providing no aid, letting you do all the work for now.

You sighed contently against his neck, listening to the soft groans leaving his mouth as you bit down onto the skin on his neck, sucking harshly at his skin, making him hiss at the feeling. As you did so you changed your technique, lifting yourself off of him, all the way to the tip before sliding back down, settling for this technique as you got used to a slow pace. You lifted off him again, dropping back down, letting him fill you up again each time, feeling his stretch you out, feeling every part of him as your walls tightened around him.

“F-fuck” you cursed under your breath as you continued to do so, dropping back on him all the way every time, not letting an inch go to spare as you wanted him to fill you to the brim.

“Good job baby…Go faster” He gripped tightly onto your hips, encouraging you to increase your speed, you worked your hips faster, increasing you speed, starting to bounce up and down on him, his dick thrusting intensely up into you.

“Fuck y/n–” His groans and moans of your names encouraged you to push your hips harder, going as fast as you could on his lap. You lifted yourself from his neck, hands resting on his gorgeous chest as you nails dug into his skin and his fingertips dug into your hips, he started to help you, thrusting up into you whenever you dropped your hips onto him, hitting you hard, a scream of pleasure emitting through your mouth as he thrust into you mercilessly, matching so perfectly with the rhythm of your hips, you could barely keeps your eyes open, taking short glances at the pleasure on his face, his features scrunched and his hair stuck so sexily onto his forehead, but you could only ogle for short periods of times as your eyes closed tight from the waves of pleasure being sent to rapidly through your body, your senses electrified as you bounced up and down on his dick.

“Fuck Yugy–” you groaned his name repeatedly, you fingers dragging down his chest as he started to do all the work, mercilessly thrusting up into you, your mouth agape and unable to release a sound as shocks of pleasure surged through you. You took your hands off his chest, leaning backwards and placing them on his thigh, allowing Yugyeom to hit deeper inside of you and you screamed aloud when he hit your g-spot.

“Fuck! There baby – oh god!” You could feel your stomach tightening, and you could feel your orgasm approaching fast, desperate for relief since being denied before.

“Yugyeom Im so close”

“I know, hold on for me baby” You desperately held onto your orgasm for him, the feeling so built up in your stomach and as he thrust up into your so hard and deep you could hold it much longer.

“I can’t - fuck!” You walls started to clench around him, causing him to groan as you tightened on his dick.

“Fuck – let go baby” You didn’t need to be told twice, your orgasm came surging through your so powerfully, you leaned back forward onto him, cradling your face into his neck, biting down onto his shoulder to relieve some tension from the intensity of your orgasm, your nails digging into his chest as he helped you ride out your high. He continued to thrust up into you, slowing down when you started to ease off your high, your fingers on his chest relaxing, your head coming off his shoulder to stare at him as you caught your breath. You collapsed onto his chest, Yugyeom slowly thrusting in and out of you. You leaned down to his ear.

“How about I finish you off?” you whispered, your voice shaky and trembling.

“I think that’s a great idea” He stopped thrusting inside you, you took a moment to relax you legs as you lifted yourself up and off of him, straddling his thighs for a moment as your legs trembled. You got up off the couch, your legs shaking as you dropped to the floor, on your knees for him, your grabbed his thigh, looking up and him and seeing him smirk at your fucked out face. You wasted no time as your hand grabbed his dick, pumping him softly as you licked around his thirsty tip. You licked around him a few times before you took him in your mouth, flat tonguing him up and down his shaft. His hands tangled in your hair as he groaned above you.

“Fuck yes baby” he gripped your hair tight as you bopped up and down on his dick, licking around him when you came back up. You released his length with a pop, a string of saliva coming with you as you pulled a way. The veins on his dick pulsating and hungry as you filled your mouth with him again, taking as much of him to the back of your throat as far as you could, your eyes started to water as you took him all the way into your mouth, slightly gagging onto him making him moan in pleasure, hands tightening on your roots. Your spare hand grabbed onto his thigh for extra support, his muscles constantly tensing  as you licked up and down him, hallowing out your cheeks when you would come back up, sucking him harshly.

He started moving his hips, getting closer to his undoing and you could feel him throbbing into your mouth as he started to thrust into you, causing you to gag even more and your eyes start to cry, you tried to keep up with him as he chased his high, bobbing up and down onto him as you matched hid movement of his hips as best you could, but he was so fast so he was doing most of the work at this point. Both of you hands latched onto his thighs as both his hands gripped onto you hair. You looked up at him, his face a sweaty mess as his head rolled back, his mouth agape, curses and whimpers falling from him.

“Oh god y/n” he moaned your name, a beautiful mantra from your lips. You hallowed your cheeks out as he fucked your mouth, you cheeks tightening on him to encourage him to let go. You hands squeezed his thighs tightly, your nails digging into his muscles as he groaned aloud.

“Fuck!” his seed shot into your mouth, his cock throbbing inside of you. The warm saltiness of him filling you up, but you could barely swallow it as he continued to pound into you, holding out his high as long as he could. His eyes clamped shut, eyebrows furrowed. His gorgeous chest rose up and down over and over again as the ecstasy took over his body, surging through him before he finally started to relax and his thrusts came to a stop, his hips falling still onto the couch, you took your mouth off of him, releasing him with a pop as you swallowed his seed, wiping your mouth of the remnants as you lifted yourself back up onto the couch, straddling his lap as you fell limp on him, both of your catching your shaky breaths. He wrapped his hands around the small of your back, holding you close as you rested on his chest, hands around his neck, playing with his soft, damp hair. You looked up at him, his sexed out face in all its glory and you smiled at him in admiration.

“I should make you jealous more often…” you said to him, he gave you that cute half smile that he always does when he is worn out.

“You’re such a trouble maker”

“Oh but its worth it”

“I guess next time ill just have to punish you harder”

“I dare you baby” you laid there on him, tracing shapes in his chest, already thinking of more ways to get dominant Yugyeom out to play, because you absolutely loved it.



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Other Yugyeom: True Comfort (Smut)

Mr. Nanny (Part 1)

Originally posted by ohhseby

Summary: He’s the world’s best protection agent; a bodyguard who’s been employed by celebrities, politicians, and royal persons alike. Needless to say, Bucky’s protection services are unemotional, offered with no personal attachment, just professionalism. Little does he know, that’s about to change when an old friend asks for his help.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Bodyguard!AU)

Wordcount: 3,368

A/N:  I watched Hitman’s Bodyguard and I couldn’t really stop myself from thinking about Bucky as “the world’s top protection agent”, so here it is!

Part 1  / 2 (COMING SOON)

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London was a force to be reckoned with, really.

It was full of culture, full of people that never stopped talking, full of tourists that never stopped. Luckily, Bucky was trained to pay attention to the important and to evaluate and then disregard the unimportant. His job was very detail-oriented, but it also allowed him the opportunity to learn how to tune out the loud volumes of the city and to zone in on the important conversations.

This is exactly how he was always able to point out the questionable individuals in a sea of fans or protestors, by ignoring the yells and cheers and finding the cruel threats and insults that individuals spat with anger and malice.

It was a scary job, to say the least, but Bucky had little to fear. He did, after all, have little to live for.

This made it easy to become the world’s best protection agent. His credentials spoke more than enough. He was distinctly trained, incredibly apt, intelligent, powerful, and, just like the capital of the United Kingdom, he was a force to be reckoned with.

Which was why Sam Wilson approached him slowly. He wasn’t going to risk spooking the large agent and getting a black eye.

“Buck?”

Bucky’s focus lifted from the cup of coffee before him and he turned over his shoulder to look at the man that asked for his attention with a simple name.

The man before him looked much different than how Bucky remembered him.

“Sam? That really you?”

“It’s really me,” Sam’s smile was humorous as he took Bucky’s large hand in his own, a strong handshake being exchanged, “Thanks for, uh, meeting me here. I know it’s…last minute. But, I should’ve told you this earlier, I’m not the client..not really.”

At this, Bucky cocked a brow and watched as Sam found a seat for himself across the small wooden table. He watched even more closely when Sam intertwined his fingers and fidgeted a bit, “What do you mean?”

What could he possibly be up to now?

“Uh,” Sam started quietly, clearing his throat and looking around the fashionable cafe before looking at Bucky once more, “I have a…a friend, if you will. You might know her?”

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anonymous asked:

Yoongs + 13 + "you look good tied up"

Originally posted by nnochu

warning: Rated M, pwp, bdsm, blindfold, spanking, sir-baby girl

It’s hard to breathe. Exhaling air into your lungs takes as much effort as lifting up a goddamn brick. A hand lands on your ass all too suddenly, receiving a surprised gasp from you and a jolt of your body away from the contact. Ghost pain lingers on your blazing skin as you struggle, turning a 90 degree angle to your left. You pant heavily, heart beating too rapidly, too erratically from the anticipation that bleeds within your chest.

“That hurt, baby?” A gravelly voice questions ominously, sound bouncing off the walls.

You let out a strangled, almost lunatic giggle, mind blank and body aching for the searing pain you were recoiling away just a minute ago. God, you’re addicted. With a low moan, you reply, “I’m sure you can do better, Yoongi.”

Instantly, the skin against skin sound pierces through the silence. Your body jumps forward in reflex, sure enough there will be bruises tomorrow but as of present, you can barely care except to egg the man on for more, more.

It feels like the air is knocked out of your lungs when a reckless hand grabs a fistful of your matted hair, pulling you up almost until you were sitting on your calves.

“It’s sir, for you baby girl.” He whispers threateningly.

You take the chance to inhale as much air as you will, chest heaving. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything and just holds you there. But you would be damned to think it as an act of mercy. You smirk into the darkness, knowing that he’s staring at your perked nipples. The two little nubs basically begging for him to wrap his mouth around them.

Much to your dismay, Yoongi releases you, the gesture anything but considerate. Once again you’re face planting into the pillow, struggling to find a good enough angle to crank your neck to ensure the availability of your oxygen supply. You whine childishly, not expecting him to recoil from the ravishing sight of your tantalizing mounds right in his face.

“It seems you have a long way before you learn your lesson, baby girl.” Yoongi says casually but you know there’s nothing casual about the way the sentence ends with a low blow of air through his mouth - it’s merciless.

“Yoongi?” Your heart skips a beat, the excitement vaporizing into a cloud of dread as you hear his departing footsteps.

“I have to go to work, while I’m away, you can reflect on your actions and decide if that pussy of yours deserves my dick.” With that, the shuffling continues - he’s collecting his coat, the short interval and the brief click tells you he just put on his watch and standing in front of the mirror that conveniently and directly faces the bed where he can fully see your ass sticking in the air, struggling fruitlessly.

“God damn it, Yoongi!” You huff in frustration, “I swear if you don’t untie me right now, I’ll kill you.” You hiss, fucked out and no longer up for games.

Oh but, Yoongi smirks, it’s not a game. Naughty girls should be punished, and this is your punishment - to squirm and struggle under your binds, thighs slick with your own arousal but denied of the relief you oh so desire.

“Yoongi, please.” You whimper.

How he loves the sweet plea rolling off your tongue. “If only you’d be this submissive from the beginning, we wouldn’t be sexually frustrated for the rest of the day.” He sighs as though deeply disappointed, “But you just had to give us both a hard time, ___.”

You’re silent for the shortest moment before the protests resume, coming in tenfold as reality dawned on you. Yoongi was a man of his words. What he says, he does.

“Don’t leave me like this.” You say through gritted teeth, “At least let me suck your dick.” The proposition would’ve come back at you in due time and you would regret saying such words but at the moment, you could care less. All you want is his dick buried so deep in your throat, you’re struggling to not gag. The thought alone makes your mouth water.

Yoongi falters, his step now halted as he ponders of the delightful offer. But all too soon, he’s turning on his heels but not without one last glance of your beautiful physique on the bed, painting the image inside his head - the image that he’ll come home to and will still be there for him to fuck. With that in mind, Yoongi continues his strut out.

“You look good tied up, baby.”