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Bts reaction {You having a noona kink}

(Okay this is my first time doing this, check out the masterlist for more in the future)

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Warnings: Sexual content, filth, me trashing badly.


You were hanging with the boys at the dorm like usually, watching a popular drama on Tv, sitting on the floor with your boyfriend right next to you, the other boys were distracted so Jin thought it would be funny to tease you by kissing your neck gently.

-What are you doing? -You ask him, turning slightly and he gives you a sweet smile. 

Right when Jin holds you even tighter in his arms, the main character in the drama declares his love. 

“Please be with me Noona!” 

Jin’s mouth frozen in your neck when he felt your whole body covering in goosebumps. 

-What is it? Do you like it? -You turn around immediately, covering your flushed face for being caught and Jin takes your hands in his to look you in the eyes. 

-I mean, I’m only like three months older than you and you never really did call me noona before. -You mumble your words, trying to look away, he lets go of you and looks at you dumbfounded. 

-I never thought you would like that… Noona. -He tasted the word and you giggle. -It is kind of sexy… -He admits, still looking utterly confused. -We could definitely try that tonight.

-Oh, get a room you two. -Says Taehyung, rolling his eyes and making the rest of the boys aware of your conversation.

Jin can’t take his eyes off you for the rest of the night.


Sitting in the studio waiting for Yoongi so you two could go out was already part of your routine. Knowing about that, the boys usually sat there too, enjoying being around you: Tonight wasn’t any different. 

Jungkook was telling you about how excited he was to hang out with Taehyung to play overwatch and how his new covers were coming up, innocently chatting for the past hour. Just when the door to the soundproof cabinet was open, Jungkook praised you.

-You look cute tonight noona.

-Stop making my girlfriend blush you little punk. -Yoongi gives Jungkook a bad look before taking your hand and almost drag you out of maknae’s sight.

You two made it to the restaurant and it was a comfortable night, you laughed, he talked about his new mixtape. things were going great until your boss started texting you.

You have your eyes glued to the mobile when Yoongi sighs. 

-Noona, get off your phone! -He complains with his “too cool for school” tone, spilling the word as if it’s nothing and your head shot up so fast your neck hurts. 

You stare at each other for so long and you must have this really surprised look on your face that Yoongi shrinks in embarrassment. 

-YAH stop making it awkward!

You fumble with your words.

-Say it again! -You ask immediately. 

His eyes darken and he looks around trying to see if there’s anyone paying attention to your conversation.

-Noona, don’t get too excited, I am still going to be the one with my hands around your neck tonight. -He uses his daddy tone now, hands slipping to find your on the table, but the way he says “noona” is so adorable and yet so intimidating that you feel yourself getting wet. 

-That’s what we are going to see Min Yoongi. -You smirk at him, almost laughing at the terrified look in his eyes.


Being with Namjoon meant having an open-minded relationship when it came to sex. He, being the good lover that he is, would always make sure you were enjoying being with him and was pleased to please you in bed. 

That often resumed into having long conversations about your sexual preferences and dreams; Of course your noona kink was not something he was oblivious about. 

But your boyfriend, that worked so hard to make you happy, refused to call you noona. 

You didn’t want to push it too much because the age gap wasn’t big and you could understand him not wanting to tone down his dom side around you, which you had no problem with because daddy Namjoon was also a kink. 

But then one particular night you two are scrolling through an online sex shop, seeing if anything catches the eye and you see there is a “noona” section. 

-Monie why don’t you ever call me noona? -He stares at you, blinking in silence. -I know you told me you didn’t want to, but why didn’t we ever try it? Ever? I mean, it doesn’t have to be in bed… 

He then kisses you. Lips devouring yours.

-Do you want to be my noona? -He sits in between your legs and grabs at your waist with both hands. -You can be my noona tonight babe, if you want to try it so bad, but definitely never around the members. 

-Why? -You grab onto his hair, excitement rushing down your veins. 

-Because if I call you noona and your eyes darken like this in front of the members I might just turn you around and fuck you until all you know is my name. -He states, leaning to mark your neck hungrily.


All tho Hoseok did call you noona regularly, he was never the one to do it in bed, and you were too shy to ask. 

Someday you were at home, having your girl time and you just happen to come across this really beautiful video of a sub boy, tied up and blindfolded with his dom asking “Do you like noona? Do you want to touch your noona?” 

His moans play on repeat in your head, you can’t help but picture Hoseok in his place and you can only imagine how your sweet, angelic boyfriend would react to you having those kinds of thoughts with him. 

Coming back late one night, you had totally forgotten that Hoseok was coming over and getting to your apartment and not finding loud music playing did not help you remember. You almost have a heart attack, to say at least.

Not because your boyfriend is standing in the middle of the living room, but because the TV behind him shows a giant version of the video you have been hiding with your life. 

-I-I can totally explain… -You begin, putting your bag down slowly and you see him holding your laptop with white knuckles.

-I am so hard right now. -Hoseok admits, gulping loudly, wide eyes staring into your soul he places the laptop in the couch.

Your own eyes fall immediately for the bulge in his sweatpants and you almost choke at how delicious he looks.

-Noona… Do you have any rope? -You stare at his face again, shocked and your boyfriend opens one of his sunshine smiles before marching to you to press your body against the closed door.


Oh boy he was aware of your kink. 

And he approved it very much. 

Getting home one night, he finds you in your pyjamas with your laptop and a huge cup of coffee. 

He goes to your room and tries to rest a little but not having you by his side feels weird, so he gets up once again and sits by your side in the living room.

-Baby do you want to watch netflix? Have you eaten?

-Not now mochi, I’m really busy with this essay and I can’t afford not getting it done.

Understanding that your studies are important, he goes to the kitchen, makes you a sandwich, dances around the living room, plays games on his phone, anything to just kill time while he waits for you.

It’s three in the morning when he decides he can’t take it anymore and goes stand behind you again. 

-Noonaaa -He whines and throws his hands around your shoulders, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. 

-Jiminie… -Your eyes are glued to the screen but you can feel his every move, his whines getting you wet by the second.

He kisses your neck, then bites it, his hands travel to your waist and slowly raise to your chest. He massages your boobs and chills are running down your spine, your stomach sinks when one of his hands slips to cup your sex through your thin pants and you can feel his hot breath in your ear when he feels how wet you are.

-Okay -You sigh and slam the table with your hands, he runs to one of the chairs cutely, laughing like a child. -You go to your room, make sure to get naked for noona.

And that is enough to send him running to the bedroom like the happiest puppy ever.


Tae was beginning his career as an actor and you were giving it full support, but whenever you paid him a visit on set, the younger girls would be calling him oppa and he looked so happy about it that it made you jealous. 

You and the boys take him out for lunch after shooting his scenes and the thought of this really cute girl running over to him screaming “oppa” in a high pitched voice keeps coming back to your head.

-What is up with Tae today? -Yoongi looks at your boyfriend. -Is like this smile is glued to his face…

-It’s because a pretty girl called him oppa today. -You roll your eyes, teasing Taehyung while sipping your drink, the boys laugh super loud. 

-That is not true! I mean that’s not why I am smiling, I’m just happy my members and my girlfriend are treating me to lunch -He pouts cutely. -And that is how she is supposed to call me anyway! 

-Oh yes? You should call me noona then! -It’s your turn to pout, you even cross your arms, he’s caught off guard but then smiles. 

-Noona, are you mad at me? -He does this cute voice and tilts his head a little, aegyo overflowing. -Do you want me to call you noona? Does it make you happy? 

You only nod, still pouting. 

-Let’s do this, I can be your good boy tonight so you can forgive me, how about it? -He asks shamelessly and you bite your bottom lip to keep you from saying something to the glowy beautiful boy in front of you.

-Why are you so pretty? -You ask breathless and he throws his head back laughing.

-You two are very liberal… And way too public. -Jin, like the rest of the table, stares at you, disgust over their faces and Tae throws pieces of napkins at them.


Noona this, noona that…

How could Jeon Jungkook be so unaware of how he made you feel by acting so damn cute while calling you noona? How could he not notice the way your face reddened when he described you as “his noona” or how his boyish grins made you hyperventilate? 

One night at a party Jungkook introduced you to everybody as his “girl” and that left a bitter taste in your mouth. The way he sounded dominant just didn’t go with his figure and him having to own this look instead of his usual bunny-self made you upset. 

Once at home his attitude changed immediately, he wrapped around you on the couch and washed your face with kisses.

-Noona you are so beautiful! -Jungkook kisses your lips and then realizes you did not move at all. -What’s up? Is everything okay? -He sounds concerned and suddenly backs away to see you. 

Your hands grip his erection through his pants, he gasps. 

-Jungkook what am I? 

He gulps, his eyes are wide in his face. 

-Y/n, n-n-noona. 

-That’s right. -You lick your lips, filling with confidence. -I am your noona, so who told you that you could go around acting all grown up? You made me really upset tonight pretending to be a big boy while in fact, you are my good baby boy…

His eyes roll to the back of his head when you tighten your grip around his member. 

-Oh my god, I am sorry noona. -The word sounds like a moan and you search his eyes for any disapproval but all find is raw desire which makes you even more turned on if possible.

-Go to your room, I want you on your hands and knees when I get there, naked. Bad boys get their punishment love.-You kiss him, he responds breathlessly and when you let go he runs to your room, grunting something that sounds a lot like “fucking finally”.

(By pinkworld)

“Take. It. Off.” + “I just need 10 minutes” + Hoseok

“ 14 & 149? ”

genre: fluff

words: 904


— i wrote this quickly but nonetheless, I hope y'all like it. it’s 4 am,, im too lazy to proof read. —

“Hobi, I’m bored.” you whine, giving your boyfriend a pout. You grab his arm, swinging it as you kept on whining about how bored you were sitting in front of the television. He was paying you no mind, eyes still on the illuminated screen in front of you two. “Hoseok!” you yell, finally getting his attention. “Y/N!” he yells back. It’s quiet for a moment, but you two burst out laughing, breaking the silence.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Hoseok asks you. “Were you actually not listening to me?..” He looks around confusingly while playing with your fingers. “Honestly, no.” You snigger, sighing at him. “Well, I said I was bored.” Hoseok pokes out his bottom lip. “You are?” You nod your head. “Oh. This is going to sound childish..want to play hide and seek? There’s lots of places to hide in your fl-” Before he could finish his sentence you were already up and looking for a place to hide. “Cover your eyes and count to 20!” you yell as you ran. “Oh. Okay then,” Hoseok covered his eyes and began to count to 20, just as you had ordered. “19..20. I’m coming for you, Y/N! I just need ten minutes.”

You heard Hoseok and tried to control your breathing, not wanting to sound loud. It was dark around you, the fabric of your jumpers tickling your face softly. It was common to hide in the closet, but you were hidden. You hid behind the clothes, but you didn’t want your feet to be seen so you stood on a stool. Your clothing hid your feet and your whole body, so Hoseok would have to search the closet if he wanted to find you in it.

“I know you Y/N, you’re probably behind the shower curtain.” Hoseok whipped the curtain aside, only to be faced with the empty bathtub and assortments of shampoo and body wash. His eyes slit into a glare, piercing daggers at nothing. “Y/N!” Inside the closet, you laugh silently at his struggling. He was right, you’d usually be behind the shower curtain (which is one of the reasons why you’d be one of the first ones found in the game), but you weren’t going to be found so easily this time.

Hoseok went into the kitchen, looking in every place he thought you could squeeze into. He even scavenged through the drawers where you’d sometimes crawl into. An exhausted groan went past his lips, his body sliding down the wall. While Hoseok contemplated if you were still even in the flat, you still stood hidden behind your clothes. “What’s taking him so long?” you ask yourself. You moved the jumpers away from your face and peeped through the straight line the door didn’t cover. Hoseok didn’t seem to be standing there. Your room was empty. The sound of footsteps filled your ears, making you scurry back to your hiding place. Just as you got into your position, the light came into the once dark closet. “If you’re not here I don’t know where you could be.” Hoseok looks around, but stops once he hears your silent giggle.

Smirking, he pushes your row of clothes aside and laughs loudly when his eyes meet yours. “Found you!” He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up from your stool and carrying you into the living room. Hoseok sets you down onto the sofa as you laugh along with him. “It’s your turn to count, and my turn to hide.” He presses a light kiss to your head and runs off. You cover your eyes and begin to count to 20. After finishing, you think of places Hobi would usually hide in. You head towards the kitchen but hear a crash from your room. He probably fell. You chuckle at the thought and head towards your room. When you open the door you see Hoseok on the floor, like you expected. What you didn’t expect was your favorite top on him, looking like it was going to burst apart. “Why the hell do you have my shirt on?!” you ask, going over to him and trying to pull it off of him. “I was going to hide under your bed but I saw it laid on top of it and it looked cute!” Hoseok innocently answers. “So you put it on?” His lips flatten into a straight line and he nods shyly. You shake your head with a small smile. “Take. It. Off.”

“I can’t.” he whispers. You laugh and try to pull it over his head. “Ow, my arms!” You roll your eyes playfully. “Hey, this is your own fault.” Hobi laughs but you can see pain in his eyes. It makes you laugh out loud. “Can’t you just cut it and I can buy you a new one? I could buy you thousands of the same shirt! This way, you’ll have another one in case this happens again.” Your laugh grows louder at his comment. “I guess so.” You grab a pair of scissors that were coincidentally lying around and with a sharp breath, you cut through the fabric. “God damn it, you owe me Hobi I really liked this shirt.” Hoseok sighs in relief and slips the shirt off. “Yes, I know that. How about we do something else?” he asks. “Like what?” “I’m not sure..want to bake a cake even though neither of us know how to cook?”


cinderella of sorts (pt. 4; finale)

synopsis: the crown shall sit upon your head, finally dispelling the loneliness and dread; he will be seated upon the throne, the future of the nation his and his alone   modern royalty!au part 1: x part 2: x part 3: x

genre: fluff

word count: 3,061

“Go fish,” Mingyu sneered at you, sticking his tongue in your direction and nudging your foot under the table. You rolled your eyes as you drew another card from the pile. Seonghee laughed to herself as she watched the two of you from her position at the kitchen island, always amused by your intense games of Go Fish, but only intervening when Mingyu got particularly violent.

“Got any nines?” He asked, leaning forward slightly. You smirked and slid the card stack toward him. He groaned and took a card of his own.

There was a knock at the door, and before Seonghee could give her usual cheery “Come in,” Wonwoo stepped through the threshold. Mingyu’s cards flew from his hands onto the table and the sound of chopping ceased. Seonghee and Mingyu gave the king deep bows with their hands folded at their waists.

“At ease, Mr. Kim, Ms. Oh,” Wonwoo smiled, waving his hand at them gently. You grinned and waved the ridiculous number of cards in your hand at him to show you were losing.

“Don’t mind him, I’m sure he’s just come to watch me be destroyed at this stupid game again,” you joked. Mingyu and Seonghee suppressed their laughter, still not comfortable with the new king being so casual with them. You got up to hug and kiss him on his cheek.

“You’re late for your appointment with the queen, you terrible Go Fish player,” Wonwoo quipped. You gasped and yanked off the flour-dusted apron that covered your skirt. Your friends’ farewells became faint as you paced down the hallway. Wonwoo’s soft footsteps across the carpets followed you, and he nearly ran into you when you came to a sudden halt, looking at your wrist.

“Wonwoo! It’s only 3:30. I don’t meet your mother until four,” you grumbled at him, exasperated. He gave you one of his smug smiles and took your forearms in his hands.

“Oops,” he shrugged, leaning down to peck your forehead.

“You just didn’t want me to be with Mingyu anymore,” you teased, gently shoving his shoulders away from you. “Oh, you’re insufferable.”

“That’s really not something someone who’s getting married to me in a few weeks should be saying already.” Wonwoo squinted before reaching up to brush an eyelash off your cheek. “Are you excited?”

“Of course!” You exclaimed, inadvertently rising on your toes. “That’s why I was with those two. I’m afraid I won’t be seeing them as often.” While you pouted, Wonwoo took your hand and pulled you into a side meeting room as two butlers were passing through the hall.

He seemed to be considering your expression for a while. “Never be afraid to tell me if you’re unhappy, Y/N.” Tears pricked at the back of your eyes from the genuine aura of his features. “I am elated that I have the honor to be with you my entire life. But please, darling, don’t ever replace your happiness with mine.”

You ran your thumb across his cheek, where a ray of sun landed from the window. “Being the queen of this wonderful country you’ve built is all the joy I think I’ll ever need. Going from a servant to a bride, your bride, is something I’ll never regret.” You leaned toward his ear. “Also, not having Mr. Gye to boss me around all the time will be a plus.”

Wonwoo chuckled, pulling you to him. The soft fabric of the maroon cardigan over his white button-down slid across your cheeks, making your heart even lighter. The king himself was holding you to his chest. “Not to mention that Mingyu boy won’t be anywhere near you anymore.”

“You jealous devil,” you giggled, running a palm across his broad back. “Seonghee would have my head if I tried anything with ‘that Mingyu boy’.” The two of you finally broke apart and you checked your watch again. “I have to go.”

“I’m coming with you,” he retorted, opening the door to escort you out.

“Absolutely not. I’m showing her the dress for the first time today.”


And you’re not allowed to see it until the ceremony!” You waved to him, making your way down the hall as he stood alone. “Go to your meeting with the chancellor. I know you have one today.”

He shook his head at you, the ghost of a smile on his face, and turned to walk the other direction.

“Oh, how beautiful,” the queen breathed, clapping her hands together at the sight of you. The two court ladies holding your long veil behind you hummed agreements. “Wonwoo will love it, darling. The people will love it!”

“I certainly hope so,” you smiled at her, your voice a bit higher than usual from the constriction of your torso. The queen positively lit up at the gown adorning you. Her once grief-trodden frame finally sat a bit straighter, her smile returning to its old brightness, at the prospect of her son’s marriage. In a way, you felt even more enthusiastic for her than yourself. The tragedy of losing her husband and having to guide her relatively young son to the throne was seemingly insurmountable, but she accomplished it with poise and dignity. “Perhaps, Your Majesty, I look half as lovely as you did?”

She threw her head back with mirth before standing from her seat on the cushioned stool of the dressing room. Her hands found your shoulders. “You are an absolutely stunning young woman with work ethic and generosity on top,” she said. “If I am half the queen you are going to be, well, I am greatly satisfied.” Her fingers traced the intricate outlines of lace that ran down your arms. “I always thought that His Majesty and I would have to marry Wonwoo off to some girl he loathed. The idea haunted me, really. But I am so glad he has you.”

A tear slipped down your face, and your shaking hands quickly flew up to wipe it away. The queen nodded in understanding. “What the Hans took away I hope to restore,” you whispered. “I can never bring His Majesty back, but that smile is surely enough to help us all through.”

“How was Mother?” Wonwoo asked, pulling a thick volume off one of the hundreds of shelves that lined his study. He plopped down next to you and pried it open, the reflection of its text appearing to you in his round glasses.

“Wonderful to me, per usual. She’s looking healthier too,” you added, grasping the hand that wasn’t balancing his book. “How was Chancellor Kang?”

He did not answer for several moments, instead knitting his brows at the book. He turned a page. “Still not happy with me. I’m marrying ‘some servant girl’ and am ‘too involved with the investigation.’” You instinctively drew your hand from his, but he caught it. “Don’t worry. He hasn’t changed my mind at all.”

You reached over and closed the book, earning a confused look from Wonwoo. “Promise me you won’t regret it.”

“What brought this on?” He took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes.

“You asked me earlier. Promise, Wonwoo,” you pleaded. His confusion morphed into concern and he leaned into your side, offering his smallest finger to you.

“I promise I will not regret marrying you a day in my life, Y/N,” he mumbled, his lips just centimeters away from your ear. He kissed the supple skin below it while you hooked your finger around his, a smile creeping onto your face. “There’s that smile!”

A blinding grin of his own overtook his face. In the dim light of the room, surrounded by the faint evening rays and the smell of parchment, you took his cheeks in your hands and kissed him tenderly. His hands laid flat on the small of your back, his fingers twitching with delight. You only pulled away so you could look in his deep brown irises.

“I was thinking after your coronation last week,” you began, “how genuinely happy you looked. You haven’t been smiling as often since… well. But watching your face as you scanned all those people in the cathedral, and the parade afterward. Sitting next to you in that carriage as you waved to your people is probably one of the happiest images of my life.”

His thumb caught a stray tear that escaped your eye, and after looking back at you dumbfoundedly for several moments, Wonwoo whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you replied. You pulled his hand from your cheek and stood up. “Goodnight, Wonwoo.”

He shot up from his seat and caught you in a crushing hug. “Stay with me tonight?”

You giggled and pried his arms off. “No! I have to finish Go Fish with Mingyu!”

The early light that broke with sunrise slipped through your curtains and warmed your cheeks, but could not avoid your eyes until they fluttered open. The fine silk of the sheets still felt foreign to your skin, as you were used to the small, cotton-covered bed in the servants’ quarters. You floated through the blissful dimension between your dreams and reality for several moments, before the realization of the day itself hit you, sending a thrill down your spine.

You sat up in the massive bed, squinting your eyes to adjust to the honestly beautiful hue coming from the window. The mahogany bed frame and furniture became even richer colors underneath this spotlight. Or was that just your imagination?

“I’m getting married today,” you mumbled, as if to reassure yourself that it was a true future of yours and not some vision. “I’m marrying King Wonwoo today,” you repeated to the window, like the citizens could hear your affirmation.

It was already obvious that it was a beautiful spring morning swirling about the palace; the feeling of blossoms and renewed life seeped into the palace itself. The elaborate carpets were a more vibrant red, the sky a more striking blue. You poked at the remote, making the television light up with a random news channel with excited voices that followed you as you paced about the room, slowly brushing your hair.

“Of course, the wedding of King Wonwoo and Ms. Y/N is taking place this afternoon at the palace, with leaders traveling from across the world to witness the truly historic event. Tourism has skyrocketed as admirers flow into the capital to watch His Majesty proclaim his dedication to the future queen! The event has captured the hearts and imaginations of us all… It is, in a way, a Cinderella story.”

You let out a huff of laughter, your lips curling upward at the childish comparison, the same one Seonghee had made after the assassination. A slipper had never been left alone on a mysterious night, nor had you seen any pumpkin carriages around, but Wonwoo was living up to every qualification of Prince Charming. How lucky you were.

The dark wood of the door received several loud taps that tore your attention from the television. “Come in,” you called nonchalantly, turning back to your dresser to put your brush down. A pair of strong arms encircled your waist, and when your gaze snapped up to the mirror, you saw a sleepy Wonwoo nuzzling his chin onto your shoulder. You gasped.

“Wonwoo!” You shouted, half angry and half overjoyed. He withstood the surprised slap you gave to his shoulder, the fabric of his casual hoodie wrinkling there. “You’re breaking tradition. Wow, if your mother saw you now.”

“I missed you and I didn’t sleep well,” he murmured, pulling you down to sit on the edge of the bed with him. “I was too excited.”

The faux angry expression of yours quickly melted into a flustered smile and a dusting of red fell over your cheeks. “Or you got Mingyu to sneak to your quarters and play League of Legends with you all night until he had to leave for the kitchens to make breakfast.”

His silence and the cocky grin on his face was all the answer you needed, so you dragged him back to the door, kissing each of his cheeks. “Go eat something. The ladies-in-waiting will be here for me at any minute.”

He rolled his eyes but kissed your forehead nonetheless. “You’re going to look incredible. Love you.”

Vibrant memories of Wonwoo’s coronation flooded your mind as you stepped out of the limousine onto the regal red carpet the fell across the steps up to the cathedral. It was the same mighty building you had been in months earlier, watching your fiancé take the life oath to protect the lives and liberty of those in his dominion. But the sweet thoughts were replaced by the flashes of a thousand lights as journalists and citizens behind police barriers snapped the public’s first view of your flowing wedding dress. The two court ladies following behind you to hold your trailing veil and skirts scurried after you.

Cheers erupted, with screams of “Look this way, Your Highness!” and “Oh, Ms. Y/N!” flying to your ears. You smiled to them all good-naturedly from behind the partial shield of your veil, gripping your bouquet with one hand and waving at a group of children with the other. Palace guards drew open the cathedral doors while you slowly ascended the stairs, lifting your skirts to match your steps. You curtsied to the guards, earning surprised looks from them but equally grateful bows in return.

The already loud chatter in the cathedral exploded with people turning to one another before frantically pointing at you in amazement. Words seem to fall away from the audience’s lips and the hall was quiet for a few moments, needing a while to absorb the magnitude of what was happening. The aisle was long and the only reason your hands weren’t blatantly shaking was their grip on your skirts.

But you saw him and everything melted away.

It was a uniform Wonwoo had never worn, certainly custom-made for the day. A smart navy-blue jacket fit over his broad shoulders perfectly, adorned with medals and cords, with pressed pants and shining black oxfords to match. Your eyes finally travelled up to his face. His gaze was following you from the door to the altar, the smile on his face only wavering when what looked to be untroubled sighs escaped him. When you reached the small steps leading up to the altar, a white-gloved hand reached out to help you. You placed your fingers in his palm and gave a soft smile to the court ladies who assimilated in the crowd away from you.

“Darling,” was all he could whisper to you. The priest looked between the two of you, as if to remind you that there was a ceremony to be done, and Wonwoo gave him a certain nod and a wink.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to perform the unitization of His Majesty the King, Jeon Wonwoo, and this woman, Y/N Y/L/N,” he spoked assuredly. Wonwoo took both of your bare hands in his and faced you fully.

“Jeon Wonwoo, wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife, to live together according to the estate of matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?”

Wonwoo took a deep breath and said, “I will.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together according to the estate of matrimony? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?”

Wonwoo’s thumbs stroked the back of your hands as you answered, “I will.”

The priest brought forth the rings and Wonwoo plucked the dazzling gem off the pillow while you took his silver wedding band.

“Bless this ring, and grant that he who gives it and she who shall wear it may remain faithful to each other, and abide in peace and favor, and live together in love until their lives’ end.”

Wonwoo slid the glittering ring onto your finger, and you adorned him in return.

“Forasmuch as Wonwoo and Y/N have consented together in wedlock, and have witnessed the same before this company, and thereto have given and pledged their troth either to other, and have declared the same by giving and receiving of a ring, and by joining of hands; I pronounce that they be man and wife together. Please join me in congratulating them, the future of this nation. Your Majesty, you may now kiss the bride.”

Your husband wasted no time in drawing your veil over your head before bringing his lips to yours as the echoes of cheers and whistles filled the cathedral to its high ceilings. You could feel Wonwoo smiling before you even broke apart. He carefully led you down the stairs and linked elbows with you, smiling and nodding to officials and world leaders as you paraded along, your hand gripping his bicep. The paparazzi outside practically fell over each other to get an image of the newlywed royalty. The door of the limousine held open by a palace guard was a warm welcome after all the noise. Wonwoo slid in next to you, surrounded by your never-ending skirts, and kissed you again behind the tinted glass.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t get enough.”

Wonwoo threw open the door to your new living quarters, in a more private wing of the castle with a separate entrance and décor chosen for you by the queen. She had been happily preoccupied for months putting it together.

“Our flight isn’t until ten tomorrow morning,” Wonwoo hummed, setting his wedding band on the dresser and removing his gloves before replacing the ring on his bare skin. He discarded his shoes and sauntered over to you while you slipped your veil off. “I have you all to myself until then.”

“Is that so?” You smirked, shuddering at the feeling of his breath on your neck while he unzipped your dress for you. His warm palms ran up and down your bare sides while you messily undid the buttons of his suit and shirt.

“Don’t get too excited, now,” he chuckled. “We have our entire lives before us.”

anonymous asked:

HC for the Paladins having a very sweet and kind female human teen best friend who cannot speak but let's her action speak for her (puts a hand on their shoulder and smiles warmly when their down, hugs them when their emotional, and holds their hand when their getting angry to calm them down) and they realize that they love her ? Omg this is so cute

um yes i am for this honey as someone who used to be mute i f e e l this


  • He loves the way your shoulders rise and fall when you laugh quietly at something he said or did
  • The two of you always high-five after a mission went successfully
  • You come up with a secret handshake just for fun and use it when something really rad happens, i.e. Keith got roasted by Lance
  • It’s the way you act so similarly without saying anything, and appreciate him for his humor and personality that makes Lance realize he loves you


  • You’re v gentle any time you touch him, usually to get his attention if he’s invested in something like engineering or baking
  • He’s very sweet and patient with you, and you return all of his help and advice with a kind smile
  • If he’s ever freaked out or anxious, because he gets this way often due to others’ shenanigans, you give him a soft, warm hug and rub his back (if you’re tall enough lmao Hunk is a tol boy)
  • It’s all the gentle, caring actions of yours that lead to him wanting to be with you


  • He was kind of the leader, and after Keith’s whole “thing” in Season 4, kind of has to take over again, causing immense stress
  • You hold his hand when the two of you are just trying to relax, which really helps ground him
  • You guys cuddle up together, keeping him feeling warm and safe
  • You sometimes trace the patterns on his arm just because it’s comforting to the both of you
  • Like Hunk, it’s your gentle and caring attitude that really makes him fall in love with you


  • She takes the time to learn sign language and other motions you like to use so you can talk without talking
  • She feels her heart swell when you smile at her because she correctly figured out what you tried signing
  • Whenever you succeed at something, you fist pump in the air and it always makes Pidge smile
  • It’s after one of these that she realizes, gosh, she loves you


  • Whenever he’s getting worked up over something, all you have to do is put a gentle hand on his shoulder and he realizes he’s overreacting
  • He enjoys getting a gentle hug from you now and again, cause, who doesn’t?
  • When he leaves for missions (S. 4), you grab his hand gently, just for a moment, and he knows you want him to be okay
  • It’s while he’s flying his lion, while on a mission, that he thinks of this and is enamored

- Mod Georgia -

anonymous asked:

i rly want to have a long and deep talk with taehyung about anything and everything and just want to help with whatever problems he has and just make him feel better. it's obvious he's been stressed lately and very tired and i just want him to feel appreciated and loved ya feel -🌊 (also can i be wavy anon pretty please???)

I’m not sure why but I have this feeling that taehyung would be the type to enjoy long, deep, heart to hearts. having a chance to open up to someone would likely help him feel better. he wouldn’t need much advice as long as he gets to vent his troubles. he’d talk until the conversation moves into lighter territory where the two of you can start to laugh at anything and everything, thankful for one another

Originally posted by ttaegiis

Lance: As the great philosophizer Aristotle once said, “Man is by nature a political animal.”


Pidge: I mean, first off, I’m impressed you know the Politics, but did you just pronounce ‘Aristotle’ like ‘Chipotle’?

Here, have a thing

Act My Age - Hidden Vocals

i think finding the hidden vocals in act my age is the best thing i’ve ever found… this is a compilation of all the good bits

dozing off.

So I’m starting a series that’s TOTALLY different from what I usually draw… but here we go?? I’m going through and drawing the contents of haikyuu characters’ backpacks!! 

First up (of eight), Oikawa.


Ben & Sophie arrive at Wimbledon final, July 10 2016
(pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4)

anonymous asked:

Columbus never discovered north america you dumb fuck he is discovered the Bahamas and fun fact you don't want Columbus day? fine then that means you have to go after thanks giving too, and if you have any brains you should know why

omg this is the funniest thing is this legitimate??? You realize I’m part of the Miami Nations??? I mean I know im a pasty fuck but my last names frickin Mongosa? I dont like Thanksgiving either and yeah I know fucking why what the fuck??????????

…IS THIS REAL THO LIKE IS SOMEONE FUCKING WITH ME IM LAUGHING Also he didn’t discover SHIT he was an awful person I’m in tears this is my first anon “hate” I need to fucking frame this on my desk I’m gonna die