kisses is such a weird word

beautiful french words ✿
  • ange – angel (masc.)
  • baleine – whale (fem.)
  • bisou – kiss (masc.)
  • brindille – twig (fem.)
  • brûler – to burn
  • brume – mist (fem.)
  • câlin – hug (masc.)
  • chaleur – heat (fem.)
  • chatoyer – to shimmer
  • chaussettes – socks (fem.)
  • chouchou – my little cabbage, said as a term of endearment (masc.)
  • citronnade – lemonade (fem.)
  • citrouille – pumpkin (fem.)
  • coquillage – seashell (masc.)
  • croquis – sketch (masc.)
  • dépaysement – the feeling of being in another country, the weird feeling you get from things being different from what you’re used to.  (masc.)
  • doux – soft
  • écarlate – scarlet
  • éclatant – brilliant, dazzling, gleaming
  • effleurer – to touch or brush against
  • empêchement – something that keeps you from doing something (masc.)
  • épanoui – blooming, joyful, radiant
  • éphémère – ephemeral
  • étoile – star (fem.)
  • feuilles – leaves (fem.)
  • flâner – to stroll aimlessly
  • floraison – bloom (fem.)
  • grelotter – to shiver
  • hirondelle – swallow (bird) (fem.)
  • libellule – dragonfly (fem.)
  • loufoque – wild, crazy, far-fetched
  • luciole – firefly (fem.)
  • myrtille – blueberry (fem.)
  • noix de coco – coconut (fem.)
  • nuage – cloud (masc.)
  • orage – thunderstorm (masc.)
  • pamplemousse – grapefruit (masc.)
  • papillon – butterfly (masc.)
  • parapluie – umbrella (fem.)
  • pastèque – watermelon (fem.)
  • piscine – swimming pool (fem.)
  • plaisir – pleasure (masc.)
  • pleuvoir – to rain
  • plonger – to dive
  • retrouvailles – the feelings of seeing someone again after a long time (fem.)
  • sirène – mermaid (fem.)
  • soleil – sun (masc.)
  • sortable – someone you can take anywhere without being embarrassed
  • tournesol – sunflower (masc.)

god though… chyler so openly talking about kissing girls irl like it just makes me so happy? she’s so fine with saying it, and saying it didn’t just happen once. and it isn’t a joke or something to just get a laugh, it’s actually something that happened in her life and she’s totally chill actually talking about it and doesn’t make it weird or make it some “sensationalist” kinda thing even if it only happened a few times and it didn’t change her life

and her saying the word lesbian, too. constantly calling alex a lesbian, not just gay. that makes me so happy to hear because she’s so ready to just say it. and most people don’t? they shy away from it like it’s a dirty word because society has programmed us all to feel that way. but it’s a beautiful word and a beautiful thing to be and her saying it so much and as often as she does makes me happy

anyway, chyler leigh makes me happy no matter what she does because she never does anything wrong or bad and is so supportive and amazing and beautiful… god i love her

Fall in love with someone...

If you ever fall in love… fall in love with someone who wants to know your favorite color and how you like your coffee. Fall in love with someone who loves the way you laugh and would absolutely anything to hear it. Fall in love with someone that puts their head on your chest just to hear your heart beat. Fall in love with someone who kisses you in public and isn’t afraid to show you off to everyone they know. Fall in love with someone who makes you question why you were afraid to fall in love in the first place. Fall in love with someone who never wants to hurt you and will do anything to try and protect you from anything. Fall in love with someone who falls in love with all your flaws and thinks you became their version of the word ‘perfect’. Fall in love with someone who thinks that you’re the one they would love to wake up with each morning and each day.

Ink and Kisses

Anon said to moi:

“Omg i want a tattoo artist jungkook!!!!!! 😭😩 smut/fluff/and honestly anything!!!! I just love tattoos artists jungkook but there aren’t alot of those fanfic…. can u help a poor girl out ??💖”

FIRst time trying a Tattoo artist AU. I had to do some reading before this, and JK is sO sexy i s2g. Still weird that I don’t really ever feel like doing the do with him. HOPE YOU ENJOY <3 1,400 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Tattooist au!

Part 1 | Part 2 (FINAL)

Originally posted by nnochu

No one would have ever imagined that hardcore badass Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known tattoo artist in the town, the guy who dropped out to follow his passion, was best friends with beautiful, sweet, top-scoring university student, Y/N. 

Physically, they seemed to be polar opposites. He had dragons inked onto his skin, three piercings on his left ear and two on his right, and always wore black; whilst you were a bright, clean slate – but you knew that was what he loved about you.

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Draco wasn’t breathing. 

Why wasn’t he breathing?

Had Harry done something wrong?

He tightened his grip around Draco, hugging him closer, closer, closer, breathing soft words of encouragement in his ear. “Please, baby,” Harry whispered, his heart hammering in his chest because why wasn’t Draco breathing? “Talk to me.” 

Draco jerked in his arms, as if slapped, and he choked back a sob, “I - I can’t -”

“I’m sorry -” Harry immediately said, kissing the top of Draco’s head. “You don’t need to do anything, baby, I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent, burying himself deep against Harry’s chest. Draco kept jerking in Harry’s arms, as if in war with himself, not sure if he wanted to bolt or get closer, closer, closer

Why was Draco crying?

“Did I do something wrong?” Harry tried tentatively after a while, rocking them from side to side. 

(What? It seemed to calm toddlers down - there was no reason why it wouldn’t do the trick for Draco.)

“No,” Draco whispered into his chest, heaving. “I - it’s my fault - I -”

“Your fault?”

Draco nodded. “I - I’m - you’re gay and I’m… I’m not a real boy -”

“Oh.”

So that was the problem. “Draco,” Harry started carefully, “you are. Just because you don’t have a cock -”

Draco giggled - hiccoughed a dry sob. “Vulgar.”

“Shut up,” Harry smiled. “I mean it, though. You’re a boy.”

“I’m not -”

“You are.” Harry said firmly, his grip on Draco so tight it might bruise. “I’m gay, you’re a boy -”

“Harry -”

“- and I am incredibly in love with you.”

“Oh,” Draco said, his breath hot on Harry’s neck. He was silent for a while, almost scarily still, until he slowly tilted his head to look up at Harry. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, and he had never looked more beautiful. “Oh,” he repeated, a smile breaking through. “I love you too.”

Harry kissed his nose. 

Partly because he knew it would make Draco giggle again.

Partly just because he could.

But mostly because, though still crying, Draco was breathing again. 

You Make Me Really Confused

Request: @huntermichelle   6) “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” 22) “You make me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.” 9) “No, like.. it’s just, I can’t believe you’re wearing MY clothes.” Preferably with shy Bucky? After the reader moves into the tower Bucky never knows what to say to them and then one day he accidentally says #22 and then they end up spending the night together? Fluff and smut? You’re amazing! TY!

@the-witching-hours12-3   I meant 6 with Bucky but whatever 🙄. Stupid me 😣

Prompts:   6) “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

9) “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

22)  “You make me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.”

Words: 1041

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy, a little bit of smut 

Thank you @widowsfics for beta this for me :)

Since the first time Bucky saw you, he knew that you were something special.  He didn’t know what was about you that made his heart beat so fast when you were around. Maybe was the way your hair smelled like coconut and chocolate, or the way that you smiled at him and how gently you touched him.

He didn’t know what it was, but he knew that he was falling in love with you.

The only problem was that he never knew what to say to you, you were so beautiful and carefree that every time he tried to keep a conversation he couldn’t help but stumble on his words and make a fool of himself “ Hey Bucky, what are you watching?”  You ask looking at the TV.

“I don’t know.” He looks surprised to see you, according to the reports you were supposed to be in China right now “Weren’t you supposed to be on a mission?” You nod sitting by his side “I was but Steve gave me the day off, saying that I would be more helpful here with you.”

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Things that Yuri Plisetsky does on his birthday
  • wakes up later than usually and goes to the kitchen to angrily remind Yakov and Lila that he’s not doing anything today because it’s his birthday (not like he mentioned it about 500 times this week)
  • his 16th birthday so he’s practically an adult now and they can kiss his ass (maybe he says that in other words. or not)
  • reads a super nice text from Yuuko, a short message from Otabek with “so you have birthday today or not” and asking if they may talk later and then some really weird and creepy yet amusing posts on Yurio’s Angels forum
  • eats a big and against athlete’s diet breakfast that said Yakov and Lila prepared for him totally not because it’s his birthday or anything
  • gives a new toy to his cat since he doesn’t know when the cat’s birthday is anyway so they may celebrate together
  • shuts the front door in Victor’s and Yuuri faces after they start to sing him “happy birthday” in Russian
  • dies from embarrassment
  • lets them in only because they seem to carry a lot of birthdays presents with them
  • complains about every single one but when Victor offers to return them to store almost breaks his arm
  • goes to rink because Worlds still are coming and he needs to wipe these idiots out there
  • is lifted by Mila 16 times because of some weird tradition she heard of
  • swears to kill anyone who publishes a video of that on Instagram
  • skates a bit for fun
  • gets super excited seeing his grandpa watching him from the side
  • (it was a surprise that he’ll come to St Petersburg, Yakov paid for tickets)
  • eats katsudon pirozhki with his grandpa
  • shares some with anyone on rink too and they show him the super big cake they bought for him
  • eats a lot of cake telling them all how disgusting they are
  • shows his favourite places in St Petersburg to his grandpa and drinks some hot wine from him (he hates its taste but he’s almost an adult ok)
  • makes grandpa stay with him one more week
  • comes back home only to call Otabek immediately
  • tells his best friend how he’s birthday’s weren’t so bad even with all those self-absorbed morons around
  • gets excited when Otabek says he has something for him too
  • though he plays it cool
  • but then dies again realising this is a link to an actual playlist made only for him with songs produced by DJ Altin™ 
  • goes to sleep after listening to it about 17 times and calling Otabek to say it pretty decent
  • “best birthday of my life” he mutters to his cat before falling asleep
Date - Peter Parker x reader

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Summary: Peter learns that you are going to ask your crush on a date.

Word count: 1,042

Warnings: Swearing, Probably angst


You were so happy when you bought the dress.

It was this blue knee-length dress that had an amazing amount of detail. And it was at a cheap prize.

“What do you think about this one, Peter?” you asked as you twirled around. Your best friend was sitting right next to the dressing rooms, waiting for you to appear with a new dress on.

So far you liked a vivid red dress, a mint green short dress and this beautiful blue dress.

“Hmm…i don’t know. I don’t want any of the guy’s eyes on you” he said. You laughed it off, not thinking anything of it as you twirled once again. You were so happy that this dress existed, thank the holy gods.

But to Peter, this was no joke. He wanted to tell you how he felt ever since you met. He loved the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way your face lits up when you see food.

But he didn’t want to ruin your friendship, so he kept his mouth shut.

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The video is simply just so beautiful it leaves me breathless. It’s beautifully made and beautifully filmed. The aesthetic in this video is insane and completely breath-taking. 

But like all those cute, tender moments the video focus on in the relationship: the way Shawn holds her hand so tightly. The way he kisses the top of her head so lovingly. The way his arms slips around her body teasingly yet so warmly. The way he looks at her with a loss of words because she’s just that beautiful to him. The way he always holds out his hand for her to take, holds out his hand to make sure she’s always there with him. The way his fingers wraps into her hair. The way he pulls her closer to his chest simply just because he can. 

I love how they showed this relationship so loving and warm but also so fun and easy and free. The scenes where they are running and laughing and biking around, almost acting like kids not caring about anything else in that exact moment than enjoying being young and in love with. 

I’m in love with the idea of a relationship like that. I’m in love with the idea of it being them against the world no matter what people say or think. Like in a crowd full of people, his eyes are still drawn directly to her. It’s not even his own choice, it just happens. He always just finds her. He doesn’t even know how, but his eyes will always catch her first. 

I’m in love with the idea of them creating their own little crazy world and their own little spontaneous adventures late at night at the Eiffel tower or running around the empty streets and dancing with each other at midnight, just because they feel like it. Just because they feel like being free and act a little crazy with each other, because that is how they make each other feel inside. 

I’m in love with the idea that a simple car ride or a boat trip or a train journey or drinking coffee, can be such a loving and intimate moment to share between them, simply because they’re sharing it together. I’m in love with the fact that those everyday things turns into just as much of an adventure, because they want it to be. 

I’m in love with the idea of the relationship they’re showing in this video. A perfect mix between being wrapped into their own little safe world and taking on the world together because they can, because they feel like it. This video is just beautiful. That’s all there is to say. 

And just thinking about this might be how Shawn imagines his relationship to be when he’s touring, it just makes my heart melt. Thinking about how this might just be how he pictures it; bringing her along on adventures, having her support him and dance her heart out at his shows, but also escaping the world entirely and just be the two of them in piece. This is beautiful.

Mafia! Johnny

» An AU where Johnny is a mafia leader but accidentally falls in love with a girl.

  • Oh boy, I’m probably gonna die after this
  • But anyways, Johnny, as a mafia leader….interesting
  • He is really intimidating, mostly because of his hard stare and frame so tall and strong
  • He dressed up smart but shaggy at the same time. To a normal person, he would look terrifying
  • Tattoos, piercings all lining his body, contaminating his milky white complexion 
  • But that was what caught your attention when you saw him sit across from you in the local bar
  • Hair shiny, slicked back. His hands were big, veins popping from underneath the skin, his fingers slender
  • Johnny was the kind of person no one wanted to mess with. Leader of the most terrifying mafia clan in town, hard to contradict and extremely hard to win against
  • He had a special way with words. His talk more than often manipulating people in dangerous ways. His illegal smirk whenever he got his way
  • You were sat on your uncomfortable seat, a Martini in hand and time to spare. He was so different from other people that you couldn’t help but stare at him
  • His strides were so calculated and soft that it would bring a cat to shame, movements so confident and assured that you wanted to give him an award
  • When he ordered a Sunset Rum, you had caught his voice. Deep and thick with his funny but sexy accent. He hadn’t noticed you ogling at him yet and you decided to enjoy the view for a while
  • Your blind date had ditched you and left you sitting in the tight red dress your friend had forced you into
  • So much for being that strong, independent girl who never needed to impress a man
  • But today you were needy, for something. Something that made you feel alive, painful yet pleasurable. Which is why you put extra effort in your appearance
  • Johnny finally noticed your burning stare and raised his eyebrows at you. You gave him a small smirk with your bright red lips, bringing your drink closer to your face
  • He looked away, smiling to himself and staring at the small glass with his drink. He wore a black coat and white collar shirt. It wasn’t ironed which added to his distraught yet intriguing look. You were never into good boys who dressed straight with matching underwear
  • He lifted himself up and brought the drink over to you,digging his gaze into you
  • Both of you just sat in silence, not knowing how to strike up a conversation. You wished people could just initiate sex without flirting or a hearty conversation. As rude as it was, it was easier
  • He smelled like honey and smoke
  • “Did you get stood up or something?” He asked. Your eyes widened at how close he was. The voice that melted you from within so far away was now ringing in your ear as close as anything could be
  • “Did you come back from a funeral? You’re definitely dressed like you are.” You were good at retaliation. Most of your attempts at flirting came off as mean and rude but he just smirked. He liked your vigour. One question led to another and his hands were up on your thigh. He was close, close enough for you to kiss his plump lips. “Not here,” he said, giving your thigh a hard squeeze. You bit your lip and just stared at those damned lips of his. He pulled you by the hand and led you out of the warm bar. The air was cold but his hands weren’t and as he led you to his car, you grew colder and more impatient. No one had turned you on like this
  • The pressure between your legs was immense as you were carefully thrown into the backseat of his car. Rough but gentle, he was. His movements and the smooth skin of his abs were the only thing you remembered. Followed by the intense euphoria his touches sent you into, a bliss, desperation for more, begging, screaming
  • He talked dirty but didn’t make you feel like a slut. It was more deep. This guy knew what he was doing. His tattoo covered arms were blush red, the blood running vigorously through him. His black hair had a blue sheen to them as they grew wet with his sweat. His tattoos making your small head wonder and the piercings that felt cold against your skin
  • When you both were done with your little activity, he sat back, instantly pulling out of you. Most boys would fall against you and whisper something sweet. Like “that was amazing babe” or “Maybe we should catch a drink later.” But not this lad
  • He sat back, pulling on his pants as you tried your best to cover up as quickly as you can. Heart beat faster than a horse and cheeks burning because of the excessive exposure of skin
  • He brought a cigarette to his lips, setting fire to it god knows when. You sat there staring him in awe, feeling a bit used as he didn’t say a word. I mean, you guys literally just fucked
  • He offered you a smoke but you denied, wanting to leave. “Uh I should go,” you uttered. He blew a puff of smoke through his nose and turned to look at you. The parking lot was empty and unlit. The only source of illumination was the moon and the far off street lights. The piercings on his ear glistened against the faint light. He looked like the devil, a beautiful devil that allured people into his den of sin. He leaned in, the fragrance coming back. He reached for your face and slid the stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your face was a mess. Red lipstick smudged and eyes black with run down mascara. You had faint red hickeys all over your collarbones. “Can we do this again sometime? And preferably not in my car”
  • A mistake once committed becomes a lifelong habit. You both slept with each other a daily basis. He was always stressed because of money dealing, drug dealing, enemies coming for his life. And you just needed to kill your boredom. Your fucked up relationship remained a secret to his gang and your friends. The last thing you needed was your friends to know that you sleep with this dubious boy who you knew nothing about
  • He never told the boys  because he didn’t them to think he was in love. Which he wasn’t, at least he thought so. He was the leader, the person that made everything run within and outside his clan. The leader people feared because of what he can do. A powerful delinquent who could not be moved from his stance
  • You were a distraction for him. Your hard demeanour, dainty face, small body. It was what attracted him. How you weren’t shy, how daring you were, how you never judged, never asked him who he really was
  • It had been a month and his feelings began to change. He was a broken person, love was the last thing on his mind. The last time he witnessed love was when his father had kissed him on his head and told him to be a good boy. The last kiss, the last glance and then he was gone. Taken away by the car crash, Johnny was alone. His mother remarried which made her even more distanced. She hated him, thought he was the reason why she had to marry his father. And once he died, she wasted no time in providing him with an abusive step father
  • When you arrived at his lavish place,one day, his gaze was different. His touches were softer and voice slow, like he was reciting the words to his favourite poem. You felt weird after, leaving his apartment with millions of thoughts in your mind
  • Later that week, he arrived at your place. It was a shock at first because he didn’t seem the kind of guy to arrive at a girl’s place. You were in your ugly pyjamas, not looking your best self. But he was a bloody mess. Red liquid spilled from his wounded lip and a big purple bruise sat on his eye. His white collar shirt was shredded, showcasing the wounds and gashes that were dangerously swollen and bloody
  • You were almost in tears, you had never seen anyone so broken before. He had been drinking too with his fists red carrying slits and bruises. He leaned against the door before falling into your arms. His hair were dishevelled. He still smelled the same. You could recognise his scent anywhere. You carried him to the couch, sitting him up and fetching a first aid box
  • You sat on his lap and cleaned his wounds. His eyes were closed and breath short and steady. He’d often flinch as you applied the anti septic to his sickly wounds
  • You didn’t know when you fell in love with him. Didn’t even know how and why. It just happened. That day, when you guys fucked..no..had sex. There was a difference between the two. There was definitely an unspoken feeling between you two
  • He finally opened his eyes and smiled when he saw you. “Hey beautiful,” he said. He still looked as breathtaking as ever. “Why Johnny? Why…” you cried, not holding back anymore. He pulled you into his chest and caressed the small of your back. You pulled away and stared at him with wet eyes. “Why do you do this to yourself? Get into fights, smoke, waste your life drinking?”
  • He stayed silent for a minute and then spoke. “If I told you, will you leave?” He almost whispered. You shook your head, throat in painful knots. “I’m a mafia leader,” he managed. You had a hunch he was related to people that were up to no good. That he was up to no good. You nodded, understandingly. As you raised your hand up to clean the wound on his cheeks, he stopped you. “I’m poison Y/N. I destroy things, decay them, make them cease to exist. But I’m-” You raised your eyebrows at him. “I’m also in love with you.” You smiled at that, half relieved and half excited. He held your face in his palms that had a metallic whiff to them, and pulled you in for a soft kiss. A kiss that tasted like salt, like water on a hot hot day. It was gentle, polite, beautiful. You wanted more.
  • That night he had made love to you,telling you he loves you with every move. You woke up next to him, his face still swollen and messy
  • Johnny wanted to keep your relationship undercover, still not letting the boys know about you. He acted strange at times, often cancelling plans because he wanted to spend time with you
  • It was less sex, more cuddling. More watching movies and exchanging jokes. He became human around you. Whereas with other people he would be tough and a pure hoodlum, he was so sweet towards you
  • He often warned you about people who might try to hurt you. He had made a promise to not lose you, after his father. He wanted to protect you the way he couldn’t prevent his father’s accident
  • He slowly broke the news to the boys, who were caught off guard
  • His clan was filled with gorgeous boys, ranging from teenagers to early adults. They were all so much more playful around each other, joking and running around like hooligans. It was a surprise because you had expected them to be dark and scary. Although they were like deathly wolves with other people, they were nice to you. One of the boys, Taeyong, would often thank you for the ways in which you had changed Johnny. In ways he had become more human, more gentle with the boys
  • Johnny wasn’t perfect. He was still a mafia leader who would interact with the wrong guys, carry out activities that were against the rules of a civilised society. He didn’t change completely. He was still the Johnny people feared and respected. But not with you. You were his everything. Every ounce of him yearned to protect and love you. And you didn’t want to change him either. For who he really was, broken and cold, made you fall in love with him in the first place.

A/N: I still can’t write smut and maybe it’s lacking smut stuff but eh…enjoy!

BTS reaction to you kissing their stomach

anon: Could I get a reaction to you kissing their stomach?    

Enjoyyy cutiee~~     Sorry, I just have good day today   🤗 🙈

JIN

Originally posted by jjilljj

He stayed still and just looking at you with wide opened eyes. Your lips would relax him and give him shudder. Jin would stroke your back when you were kissing his abs. When you finished and put your head on his stomach with big smile he would smile too and you two were just staring at each other. Words weren’t needed in this time.

YOONGI

Originally posted by sugaglos

You two were laying in silent. You had your head on his chest listening to his heart beat. You kissed his chest and after that stomach. Yoongi was suprised by your acting. Looking at you and waiting when you’ll finished he thought what made you do that. But he don’t know and don’t want to know. You’re happy so he’s happy too and when he’s happy the world is happy so everything is beautiful. 

“Woow. You are weird. But cute. And still weird. But I love you”

HOSEOK

Originally posted by gotjimin

When you pressed your lips to his stomach he felt butterflies in it. He felt your love and that you’re precious. And so many feeling because of one kiss into stomach. Hobi would give you a little peck into your neck after that because he wanted you to feel loving too.

“You like my stomach. I like your neck. We can spend a lot of time kissing each other”

NAMJOON

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

He loved feeling of your lips on his abs. His smile will be turning odd and maybe he’ll blush a little bit. After it he would told you that you can do it often because he like this feeling and he don’t mind. Namjoon will appreciate the feeling that you are giving to him every time you are doing something.

“I’m falling in love in you each day for new. How you’re doing this?”

JIMIN

Originally posted by ki-raa

At first he would get shy and trying to pull you back but later he would try to don’t mind it at all because he saw that you won’t give up. Enjoing that you are not embarressed so that mean that you feel comfortable with him but he will gets shy every time you kiss his abs. Jimin will kiss you softly in lips when you’ll finish and ask you why you like doing this so much but even with your answer he still can’t understand it.

“Y/n you are amazing. You like doing weird things and still looking cute. Tell me your secret”

TAEHYUNG

Originally posted by sonyondan

Your lips would tickle him for little bit so he can giggle. Tae would give you finish and looking at you, acting like he is offended that you are kissing him like this without warning and tickle him. You knew that it didn’t tickle. When you said like this he would kiss your stomach to and staring tickle you to show you that he’s right.

“See Y/n? Now lets begin a tickle war!”

JUNGKOOK

Originally posted by jeonbase

so yeah. Members are saying that he have the best abs in band so you would love to it and sometimes even kiss. He never realized that you liked it so much. Jungkook come back from gym and he complaint that his abs is hurting after training. You take his t-shirt a little bit up and softy kiss his stomach.Kookie will be surprised but won’t disturb you. When you finished he would give you a kiss on a cheek and smile to you. And now sometimes he’ll do things that showed his abs and looking at you with look “you know what I mean”.

“Thanks babe. Now I feel better. I had never expected that from you.”

Venus In The Signs

Aries Venus; Turned on by humor, wit, intelligence, fast thinking and physical movement. Love’s head massages and oral. Requires mental and physical stimulation in order to remain interested. Unpredictable in love yet loyal. If you manage to blow their mind in bed multiple times you’re in for good.

Taurus Venus; Prefers sensual romance (erotic touch, bedroom eyes, beautiful music, wine and a cooked dinner) Needs someone financially secure. Enjoys spontaneous bush walks and hikes, loves being in nature with their SO but also enjoys lazing with them watching trash TV.

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in which y/n is harry’s first love… 

She detached herself from his body, and rolled over to plug her phone into the charger next to their bed. 

“Hey!” Harry protested, making grabby hands toward her waist. “Come back. You’re so far away,” he whined.

“Calm down. I’m just plugging my phone in. Jesus,” she chuckled, setting her phone down and rolling back towards him. He quickly settled back down, tucking himself into her, always the little spoon. “You just want to rest your head on my boobs." 

He snuggled further into her, not denying the accusation, draping his arm around her waist and squeezing tightly, then kissed just above the swell of her breast that peeked out from his t-shirt that she was wearing. "I just really freaking love you." 

She hummed and kissed the top of his head.

"That’s a bit weird, innit?" 

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Is it?”

“Not the fact that I love you. Just the fact that I love another person." 

She mulled it over in her head before nodding in agreement. Loving someone who wasn’t in her family, in the fullest sense of the word, completely honest and open, the way they loved each other was a weird concept, but it was one that she was in love with. "Yeah, it’s a bit weird." 

He sighed out. "I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone else." 

A dopey smile graced her face. "Am I your first love, Harry?" 

"I…” He had never thought about it like that. “Yeah. You are.” The truth made him press his body even closer to hers. He valued the physical intimacy just as much as the emotional intimacy. He cleared his throat before he asked the question that floated through his mind when she asked him that question. “Am I yours?" 

She thought about it for a second almost agreeing before she remembered the boy she dated for a bit in high school. Most days, he’s not even a passing thought in her mind, but sometimes he sneaks up on her and she remembers how he made her feel and she gets warm and tingly inside. Before her and Harry were an item, she’d reminisce on their time together and wonder what it might’ve been like had they not split up. "I’m… not sure…" 

He props his head up on her chest to look her directly in the eye. He lets out breath, slightly disgruntled. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, there was this guy back when I was a teenager, and I’m not sure what I felt, but it was something and it was strong." 

Panic began rising within him. "Was it like us?” he asked, trying to sound casual. 

“It… was… not? I don’t know. It was a long time ago, H. But, I don’t want to talk about this if it’s going to make you upset." 

"I’m not,” he said, his voice raising up an octave. 

She looked down at him. “There are multiple ways to feel your pulse. Yours is way faster than it should be.” He felt her hand resting at the juncture of his neck and jawline. “Besides, it doesn’t matter who your first love is, what matters is your last love." 

He sat up obviously jarred by the thought of his love with another man. He didn’t like the thought at all. She immediately latched onto his back, her arms wrapping around his waist. "Baby… Come on.” She hooked her chin over his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter." 

He eventually relaxed and laid back down tucking into her once again. He doesn’t know why, but for some reason it was like he could feel her slipping away from him, so he held her as close as possible. "What about you, huh? What about your first girlfriend? The one you used to catch the train for every weekend? The one you wrote that poem on Facebook about? What about her?” He could hear the teasing in her voice, but he wasn’t up to par for it. 

“I worshipped the ground she walked on,” he stated plainly. He tried checking for her pulse, laying his head in the middle of her chest, but he couldn’t detect an increase. It was the same as it always had been, steady and, if you had asked him at any time prior to today, only beating for him. She giggled. “Why doesn’t that bother you?" 

"Why should it?” she countered, waiting for him to fire something back at her, but she could tell he wanted an actual answer. She let out a breath. “Because I know you Harry. And, you wouldn’t be with me if you didn’t want to be. There’s obviously a reason you’re not with her, or any other of your exes, anymore, and there’s a reason you are with me. No sense in focusing on the past, when we could focus on our future." 

"You’re right." 

"I know I am. It’s one of my many redeeming qualities." 

He snorted, but there were still questions and doubts niggling him. "But… but why don’t you know if you loved him or not?” He was expecting her to get massively annoyed at him for continuing the discussion after she tried to bring it to an end, but she was surprisingly calm and patient. 

“Because I don’t want to invalidate my feelings. If you had asked me back then, I would’ve sworn up and down that, yes, I was very much in love with him. But, now? Now, I’m not so sure. Now, that I’ve been with you it kind of seems like everything before was child’s play. That doesn’t mean that what I was feeling back then doesn’t count, though." 

He nodded his head, understanding where she was coming from. 

She continued speaking. "What I do know, however, is that I cared about him a lot. I’m sure of that. I still care about him, to an extent, if we’re being honest. Don’t you care about your exes?" 

He nodded. 

"I think I’ll always care about him. But, I don’t think he ever made me feel the way you do. I don’t ever recall feeling so special and important and full of love.” She untangled herself from him, slid down so that they were face to face, and grappled the back of his neck, pushing their foreheads together to look him directly in the eyes. “Only you have made me feel this way. You’re the first. And, I certainly hope you’ll be the last." 

He basked in the warmth of her words with a dimpled grin upon his lips, pink tinged across his cheeks, and a swelling feeling in his heart. He was so in love with her. He pressed a hard kiss to her lips before sprinkling butterfly kisses across her cheeks and making a mental note to always remember this moment. Because wherever life took them, whether it was together or apart, he always wanted a reminder of how he felt in this moment. It was the happiest he’d ever been.

BTS Reaction to Their Bestfriend Accidently Confessing to Them; Suga Version

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Everything was perfect. It was a quiet, stormy afternoon. The main lights in your living room were off, only soft candlelight flickered across the walls and the occasional bursts of lightning illuminating the flowing curtains on your windowpanes. The TV was playing some program in the background, but you weren’t entirely focused on it. You were more focused on the lump of a boy that laid across your lap, asleep and dead to the world.

Min Yoongi, your best friend forever for who knows how long was one of the most hard working people that you’ve ever come to know. He, also, was one of the most stubborn as well, refusing to give up or back down even though he knew it’d be easier on him to do so. This trait, mixed with his passion and job for music often kept him up late at night, working until dawn on tracks of music and beats that spewed into his headphones. The dark circles of purple under his eyes were always a staple feature on his face and you soon grew used to seeing the faint discoloration. But when he came over today, the purple darker so much so that it could be considered black, you demanded that he needed to sleep, no ifs ands or buts.

So, you made him sit on the couch, bringing him a cup of tea, the fluffiest blanket you owned, and a set of night clothes he always kept at your place incase he needed to crash here for the night. You told him to go change, and you set up the little makeshift bed on the couch, turning off the lights and creating a relaxing environment for him to sleep in. You made him drink all his tea before gently nudging him to cuddle into your side.

Cuddling was a common thing that the two of you did; being so close for so long allowed the behavior to be acceptable. At first he just cuddled your side, fitting his head onto your shoulder as the tea and blanket warmed his body and the sounds of the TV lulled him closer to unconsciousness. But when you felt his head start to nod off towards a deeper sleep, you guided him to lay down across you, placing his head on your thigh and allowing his lower body to stretch along the length of the couch. He followed willingly, nuzzling his head into your stomach and falling asleep instantly.

And now here you two were, you running your fingers through his hair and just watching his eyes move back and forth across his eyelids. He was dreaming. Hopefully of something good, since he hasn’t stirred since he laid down. You smiled down at him and sighed softly.

“I wish you knew how much I actually love you, Yoongi. I wish you knew how much I love you more than in a ‘sisterly’ way. I love you with all my heart…why can’t you see that?”

~*~

Yoongi woke up a few hours later, looking more well-rested than before. He helped himself to the contents of your fridge before rejoining you on the couch underneath the blanket; the plate of leftovers he scavenged for now resting on the coffee table.

“Y’know, I had the funniest dream.” Yoongi mumbled in a gravely voice, rubbing his eyes with balled up fists. It was obvious he needed more rest, but he wanted to talk, and you were always a sucker for giving him what he wants.

“Oh? What was that?” you asked curiously.

“It was about you. That you told me you loved me.” he explained. You deadpanned for a few seconds before recovering yourself.

“Like, in a brother-sister way?” you asked nervously.

“Nah, like in the romantic way,” Yoongi glanced over at you and smiled slightly. “Funny, right?”

You could feel your heart break in your chest. Your ‘accidental’ confession being rejected, even though Yoongi thought it was just a dream, it still hurt knowing he didn’t like you in that way. You plastered a fake smile on your face.

“Yeah, that’s so weird.” you agreed, shifting away from him slightly. But Yoongi pulled you back, placing a kiss on your forehead gently.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Y/N. I love you.” he told you.

Unbeknownst to you, he really did mean every word he said to you. And just like yours, he felt his heart break as well when you thought his dream funny. Your ‘rejection’ to his ‘confession’ damaging him more than he thought. One day he might tell you his true feelings properly, but for now, he’ll continue to be close to you in this way. The both of you living in an unneeded state of grief of ‘one-sided’ love; when in reality, the love is secretly returned unrequitedly.

The reflection of the fireworks across the water makes the whole event seem far more magical than any Fourth of July celebration Derek’s ever witnessed before. And maybe that was supposed to be the point? But he can’t exactly ask when the only one to direct the question to is currently giving him the cold shoulder.

Will sits beside him in the small boat, a good foot of space between them, his jaw tense and his eyes pointedly only looking at the colorful display before them.

It was Will’s idea to come out here tonight, while the rest of his family watched the show from their usual spot on the beach. But that idea was presented well before Derek had…  Well. Before Derek had been an idiot earlier today and made things so awkward between them that it’s now genuinely painful to sit here.

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The One Who Worries

WWriter - @dammntwilightsaga

Requested - no just one to start off the blog - Send me Requests!!

Warning – pregnant!reader (is that even considered a warning? lmao), Mentions of Paul’s short temper,I don’t know what it feels like to be kicked by a baby so it may or may not be exaggerated (sorry to those who have been pregnant!), pure fluff

Disclaimer - I do not own any of The Twilight Saga’s characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Twilight (I actually watch the scene I use from the movies on youtube or another source to get the dialog right. Although I may switch up who says/does what for purposes of the imagines, I do not own any of it.)

Summary – Paul’s imprint is 7 months pregnant with their first child and when she feels slight discomfort Paul freaks out believing she and their child is in some type of danger

POV - third person; set in New Moon

(Characters’ ages are raised to at least 18)

(Y/H/C) your hair color

(Y/E/C) your eye color

A/N - Request are open :)

Originally posted by leahlahote

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How would Monsta x react to their first win
  • Shownu: Probably doesn't know where he is, what happened, what to do. Clueless about what kind of speech he should say. Awkwardly handing the mic to others.
  • Wonho: Crying. Bawling. Sobbing. Snot and tears all over his face. Saying "I love you" to fans and his mother.
  • Minhyuk: Either being his hyper self, screaming, jumping on others, shock all over his face. Dolphin noises. Would give an awesome, heartfelt speech. Or crying discreetly behind a member.
  • Kihyun: Cocky and proud af. Grinning from ear to ear. Showing the trophy to everyone. Being proud of his fans. Playing it off as no big deal. Laughing at Wonho.
  • Hyungwon: Michevious grinning. Standing there awkwardly. Probably would make meme faces. Maybe mantis dance. Laughing at Wonho too. (Lowkey wanna see him crying)
  • Jooheon: Another crybaby. Would try to thank his fans, but his words would be incoherent. Dabbing through the tears. Would hug everyone near him.
  • I.M: Just as clueless as Shownu. If he's got say something he would spill out some weird shit. Maybe funny dance. Kissing the trophy. Wouldn't know what to do with the bouquet.
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I am going to play around with this sandbox for Dad!Harold for a while and potentially write a series around this! Let me know if you’d be interested :)

3 minutes had never felt this long in your entire life.

You paced up and down the hallway, checking the timer on your phone with every other step you took. The floating feeling of adrenaline pumping through your system was enough to make you feel a little lightheaded, but you kept walking.

Harry went out on an errand quickly that morning, and you had decided it would be the perfect time to answer the nagging question in your head – were you pregnant?

Having kids was something that had come up in your daily conversations with Harry: he was quite literally obsessed. Sometimes you’d find him staring a few seconds longer at the kids’ clothing sections in stores, or looking up baby names on his phone. It was no secret that he was in love with the idea of someday having a family.

And as sick as you felt this morning, you were sure that day might be today.

The timer rang in your hand and you suddenly found it hard to move. All anticipation and excitement from beforehand was stuck in your throat, and you became nervous. Taking in a deep breath, you exhaled and marched off to the door.

The test sat right where you’d left it on the counter, right on top of the box it had come in. It looked a lot less intimidating when you’d first opened it up.

You reached out to pick it up, bracing yourself as if it was going to shock you when you picked it up. You had to reason with yourself before you turn it over to reveal the results.

“It’ll be okay either way,” you talked yourself up, “If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.”

You could feel your heart in your throat, it was beating so fast. Although you really wanted to be okay with either outcome, you were hoping that it was positive.

Instinctively, your hand found its way to the top of your belly, not showing any signs of difference from the last time you’d looked in the mirror.

Flipping the test over in your hand, your eyes widened. Your heart was truly beating out of your chest. Tears formed in your eyes, making the two faint lines a little harder to see.

But they were there.

The test shook in your hands, the lightheadedness from earlier not having gone away yet. You backed up to the wall and let your legs slowly buckle as your slid to the floor. You couldn’t stop smiling as the tears continued to streak down your face.

You heard the front door slam shut and Harry call out to you from the entryway.

“Yeah?” you squeaked, voice cracking.

His footsteps grew faster at the sound of you crying and he soon peeked his head around the door frame. Confused, he looked back and forth, then finally down at you on the ground.

“Y/n?” he sounded worried, “Is something wrong?”

A laugh leapt from your mouth as you wiped your cheeks and handed the test in your hand up to him. The confused expression stayed put on his face as he processed what exactly you’d handed him. Slowly, his face changed as he brought the plastic stick closer to his face, from puzzled, to shock, and then finally to joy. You were nodding even before he could ask you, “Is this real?”

“M’gonna be a dad?” he whispered, tears beginning to glint in his own eyes.

You kept nodding, words stuck in your throat and kept caged by the emotion in your chest.

Harry reached out toward you, helping you up off of the cool tile ground and embraced you in a hug. He squeezed you tightly, taking the breath right from you.

“Careful,” you said with a breathy laugh and he just as quickly let you go.

Harry’s hand flew to your stomach right above your belly button, smile etched into his face.

“M’gonna be a dad,” he stated again and again to himself, growing louder each time, “You’re gonna be a mum.”

The tears hadn’t let up from moments before, but they somehow started to fall from your eyes at a more intense rate than before.

“I’m gonna be a mum,” you nodded, the word feeling weird in your own mouth.

Harry stooped down and kissed your belly over your t-shirt, and then back up to kiss you. He let out a victorious yell, probably waking the neighbors on this lazy Saturday morning. You couldn’t help but laugh, as this was the most animated you’d seen Harry in quite some time.

“I’ve gotta ring my Mum, and Gemma,” he went on and on, not pausing for a single breath, “We’ve got so much to do, so much to prepare…”

“Harry,” you said quietly, trying to get his attention.

He didn’t hear you though, of course.

“—and then we’ve got to pick out a new crib, or maybe Mum has our old one at the house—.”

“Harry!”

He turned his eyes back to you, cheeks flushed from excitement and a few tears still in his eyes, “Yeah, love?”

You turned to him and took his hands in yours, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “It’s too early, H,” you rubbed your thumb over his, “We’ve only just found out, it has to be a secret for a while.”

You swore you felt his heart drop, just a little bit.

“Secret,” he nodded slowly, “Right, s’too early, you’re right.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t talk about it,” you smiled up at him.

A grin spread back over his face, “Yeah?”

“Of course,” you began to lead him out of the small bathroom, “How do you like the name Rose for a girl?”

anonymous asked:

Hey!! I really like your blog!! I was thinking of a request where maybe rfa and mc share a first kiss (or do it for the first time lol) and they didn't know it was mc's very first kiss until they realized how shy mc was after xxx and just their reactions to being mc's first you know... thx!! Xxxxxxxx

this is really cute haha but since i’ve been working on alot of slighty nsfw’s lately, i’d probably want to take a break lol hope you enjoy this! i added saeran bby because i love him

this doesnt follow the canon plot 


YOOSUNG:

  • MC was helping Yoosung out in his intership being a vet
  • So they were playing around with the animals
  • Yoosung noticed how cute MC was playing with them and was imagining how good of a mother she would be to their children
  • That thought brought a small blush to his face 
  • calm down boy you guys havent even had your kiss yet
  • But he really couldn’t help himself as he strode over to MC
  • He grabbed the kitten out of her grasp as he placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her between his body and the table
  • MC squeaked and her heart started racing and as Yoosung’s face leaned closer to her
  • She tightly closed her eyes as Yoosung gave a feather light kiss on her lips
  • After he pulled away, he was surprised by MC’s shy face
  • “M-MC? are you okay?” 
  • She was red all over and was gaping like a fish out of water
  • “Um.. MC?”
  • “That was… my first kiss”
  • How can this beautiful girl not have had her first kiss yet? 
  • Yoosung was surprised but laughed as he hugged her and whispered “Cute” 

ZEN:

  • They were cooking together when it happened
  • He was really hungry and thought it would be te perfect opportunity for both him and MC to bond
  • He loves MC to pieces but it makes him slightly upset that they haven’t shared their kiss yet
  • Is it because of his breath? Did he smell of cigarettes? 
  • He was anxious MC didn’t want him anymore and so he hoped to bond with her more to find out why
  • They were actually baking cupcakes and were having a good time
  • She looked really bright and Zen just kind of stumbled in his steps a bit
  • Seeing her laughing face made his heart jump out of his chest and he just couldn’t resist
  • When he started leaning in, MC panicked and placed frosting all over his face
  • Uh oh
  • “Why you little”
  • So he chased her around and finally landed some cream on her face
  • “Zen! now we gotta clean up”
  • “I’ll start with you then”
  • He grabbed her face and kissed her hard, making sure to lick every icing left on her lips
  • MC looked like her soul left her body as she knelt down and clutched her head in embarassment
  • Zen panicked and started apologizing, promised to clean the whole place up for her to forgive him
  • When he was about to leave, MC grabbed his hand and looked at him with the reddest face he’s ever seen
  • “S-sorry it’s j-just, that was m-my first kiss”
  • Zen sighed in relief and clutched her hand, kissing it and telling her how adorable she was

JUMIN

  • Pretend MC is staying in his apartment but the whole sarah choi situation never happened
  • With the hacker on the loose, there was no way Jumin’s letting MC out of his sight. 
  • She would patiently stay there wating, eager for Jumin to come back from work
  • He loved the idea of having someone to come back to. She felt like home and he loved her so much he can’t wait to tell her
  • The way she cares for the people around her, the way she cares for him. Her scent as she sits beside him is all so intoxicating
  • But he was stumped
  • Some of the departments in his company were failing and his father had yet to show him his new girlfriend
  • Yet coming home that day felt like air was being breathed into his lungs again
  • As soon as he saw her, he pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her body, letting himself bask in the comfort her touch held
  • “Jumin, what’s wrong?” She quietly asked
  • When he pulled back, MC saw the depair in his eyes that her heart twisted at the sight
  • “I had a rough day” He looked at the ground
  • MC placed her hands on his cheeks as she made him look at her
  • “Whatever you need, I will always be there okay? You can tell me anything because I care about you”
  • Jumin felt his heart swell at her words as he placed one hand at the back of her neck and kissed her
  • MC clutched at his shirt as he slightly pushed him away
  • “What’s wrong, my love?”
  • MC was blushing and was not able to utter any word out 
  • Finally, coming out of her shock she muttered
  • “T-that was my first kiss”

JAEHEE:

  • It was MC and Jaehee’s movie date night
  • But of course it consisted of Zen’s musicals
  • MC was never that much of a huge fan compared to Jaehee
  • But she endures it for her
  • They were laughing, having a good time
  • And were drinking coffee
  • Jaehee suddenly laughed and MC was confused
  • She explained MC had a coffee mustache and thought it was adorable
  • MC didn’t mind as she started talking in weird acccents 
  • “Aye matey this pirate’s got me a beard finally”
  • “MC that’s a mustache”
  • “Aye alas this pirate’s got no intelligence”
  • They kept laughing until suddenly Jaehee pecked her on the lips
  • “Sorry, I couldn’t reisist” She said shyly
  • If Jaehee was already shy then MC was alot worse
  • She looked like a tomato who started stuttering, burying her face in her hands
  • She explained how it was her first kiss and Jaehee felt really proud to be her first

SEVEN:

  • Seven was slaving away in his work per usual
  • MC was actually getting him some food because she felt bad for him to be restlessly working again
  • But she knows her boundaries and knows when Seven really needed to focus or not
  • She was his girlfriend afterall
  • Ah girlfriend
  • The word she’d always wanted to be
  • Being with him truly makes her happy and she’d do anything for his happiness in return
  • She strode over to him and gently wrapped her arms around his neck, careful as to not distract him too much
  • She placed her face near the sides as Seven shivered at the air being blown
  • His breath hitched as his typing momentarily stopped
  • “What are you doing?” He almost breathlessly whispered
  • “Nothing much”
  • Gathering all of her courage, she was about to place a quick peck on his cheek when his head turned and her lips landed on his 
  • She yelped as he jumped a few fet away from him, a blushing stuttering mess
  • Seven turned his chair around to face her in bewilderment
  • “Okay so you can kiss my cheek but when you kiss me on the mouth you’re suddenly embarassed?”
  • MC’s face reddened even more
  • “T-That’s different!”
  • “And how so?”
  • “Because t-that was my first kiss” 
  • Seven let out a heartfelt laugh and pulled on her hand to make her sit on his lap
  • Clasping his hands around her hips he gave her another kiss while MC looked like she was about to die
  • “I’m glad, since I plan to take all of your firsts” Seven had a knowing look as MC was bleeding through her nose

SAERAN:

  • MC came to pick him up after his therapy session as they went straight to the bunker
  • In the car though, Saeran can’t help but feel like there’s a stone in his chest
  • It felt so heavy everytime he sees MC 
  • And every time they touch, it seemed as if his skin was burning
  • He was staring at her driving the whole time, tempted to place his hands over her on the stickshift
  • What the hell
  • He felt so soft and he hated it
  • When they got to Seven’s bunker and she kept asking how he was and if he was okay
  • Something in Saeran snapped
  • His heart was racing as he realized godamn he is inlove with this girl
  • So he kisses her hard
  • And he felt so satisfied and full, that he was too distracted to realize what state MC was in
  • He kept kissing her until her knees buckled and Saeran had to stop her from falling
  • “Shit MC are you okay” Great 2 minutes coming into terms with his feelings and the girl he loves probably hates him now
  • “I-I’ll be fine” She was hiding her face, resting it on his chest as she was clutching fistfuls of his shirt
  • “It-Its just that was my first kiss and I-I never expected it to b-be like that”
  • “God I’m so so sorry MC” He was stroking her hair trying to calm her down when she looked like she blew a fuse
Dating Harry Would Include - 44

When he’s drunk:

- His complaints when you take from his hand the drink he has not finished yet
- Trying to take it back in giggling, his long arms around you to reach the glass
- Him looking at you with what he thinks is a serious face to convince you he’s not drunk
- Can’t hide a smile  appearing at the corner of his mouth before bursting out of laugh
- Gripping your hips to pull you towards him, offering you a pouty kiss
- Calling your name with a shocked face when you press your palm over his face to stop him
- Biting on your palm, his long fingers catching your wrist when you try to take off your hand
- His tongue sliding warm and wet on your palm to the tip of your middle finger
- Looking at your reactions mischievously, pressing sloppy kisses on your fingertip
- Taking your finger in his mouth before biting gently on your fingertips “I’m may be drunk but I still can make you blush..”
- Wiggling his eyebrows with a stupid smirk when you roll your eyes at him
- Walking awkwardly behind you when you lead him to your bed
- Him trying to tell you jokes but forget the end and chuckles like a kid because of it
- Making him sits on bed, his hands holding your hips while he lays his chin on your tummy in looking up to you
- Weird compliments he tries to give you while he lift the edge of your shirt to give kisses to your rib cage
- Kissing your shoulder and neck when you bend toward him to help him to taking off his tee shirt
- Whispering in your neck “I love my girl, like really! But don’t tell her it’s a secret!”
- Nodding with a cocky smile when he sees you blushing at his words
- Pulling on your hand to make you fall on bed, trapping your in his arms, his chest pressed on your back
- Kissing slowly the edge of your ear, his slow and deep breath tickling you
- Humming negatively  in the nape of your neck when you ask him if he’s asleep
- Turning around to lay on your back, him protesting with a groan when he doesn’t feel your body against his anymore
- Wrapping his strong arm around your waist, his cheek resting on your breast
- Scratching absentelty his scalp while he falls asleep on you, slight snores  escaping his parted lips