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arturum-expectare  asked:

Just so you know I now hc that otabek learned how to braid hair from practicing on his little sister. And now he gets to practice on yuri. Okay bye! <333

MY HC TOO!!! I also hc that yuri and beka’s sis fight over who beka braids first >:3c

Day Eighty-Eight

-Two men in their forties came through in complete hunting regalia save for one’s bright pink boots to purchase two Hot Wheels cars. Specifically, they bought the Roller Toaster, a toaster on wheels. I applaud their taste in toys and fashion.

-I would like to apologize for whatever I am doing to give the impression that, when I reach out to offer change, I am offering my hand to hold. Several elderly women have acted upon these unintentional signals and none of us have been happy about it. 

-Someone stamped a Decepticon logo onto a series of twenty-dollar bills. This is the beginning.

-A hanger was labeled “NB.” I am thrilled that the store had begun to carry clothes outside of the gender binary, although I wished that they would make them for adults and not just newborns. 

-I handled several articles of clothing for infants and toddlers with taglines such as. “First Crush,” and, “Cutest Bachelor.” I am grateful that we as a culture begin forcing romance on our youth at such an early stage, lest they become queer, or worse, uninterested in relationships altogether.

-Nothing makes me happier than older guests shopping with their friends and insisting upon paying for each other’s purchases. Nothing makes me more stressed out than when the bickering escalates and I am forced to choose sides and accept one’s payment at the fury of the other.

-In the middle of paying, a woman pointed at Starbucks, loudly said, “Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh,” and then returned to her business without any acknowledgement to assure me that it had actually happened and was not a heat-induced hallucination.

-A woman approached me, informing me that I looked important and therefore must be a manager. The joke is on her, as I am but a lowly cashier, but appearances are half of the battle and this proves that my master plan is on the right path.

-I asked a man how he was. He looked me in the eye and replied, “I am but a man.” That will not be changing anytime soon if he keeps up this attitude.

anonymous asked:

Hey :3 I wanted to ask if you know any korean phrases you could post on ther vlive/insta/or so on? Like supportive phrases or "lots of love from ..."? I would love to send them support in korean, but my language skills are pretty low xD u.u

Hello anon! I am no expert in Korean (however I do know Chinese), but these are a few phrases that @knksubs had mentioned in an old post. 

오늘 수고했어요! - You worked hard today!

오늘 너무 멋있어요 - You were so cool/handsome today

멀리서도 응원하고 있어요 - I am rooting for you, even when I’m far away

좋은 하루를 보내요 - Have a nice day

크나큰이 자랑스러워요 - I am proud of KNK

넌 날 행복하게 해 - You make me happy. (this is from @annyeong-hello-blog)

사랑해요 - I love you

These next phrases I found here and I picked my favorite ones. Also you can substitute 오빠 for a member’s name. 

오빠 짱이에요! - Oppa you are the best!

오빠 맛있는거 많이 먹어요 - Eat a lot of delicious food, Oppa

항상 응원할게요 - Always supporting you

오빠에게 제 마음을 빼앗겼어요 - Oppa stole my heart

항상 좋은 음악을 줘서 감사합니다  - Thanks for always making good music.

늘 좋은 일들만 가득 하세요 - Wishing you the best always

태어나 줘서 고마워요 - Thank you for being born

Hope this helps. 

-Admin Crystal

mizuaoi  asked:

Hey hey robo I got a very important question for ya. You mention in the last couple of art posts that you have a "Graffiti WidowTracer AU" ? What are your ideas??

Hey mizu~! Thank you for this question! :) I’m calling this a Graffiti Tracemaker AU because this didn’t happen in canon..and we probably won’t find out exactly what’s in canon until years from now. Or maybe we will never find out because Blizz might want to keep things very open-ended? ^^;;;

BUT! I was full of happy feelings seeing the very obvious “Tracemaker” text on Graffiti Tracer’s guns..and while I know it also refers to a Rainmaker paintball gun…it seems kind of impossible that Blizz wouldn’t have considered at all how it sounds like Tracer + (Widow)-maker? Well, I might just be a diehard Widowtracer shipper…but it was a small detail that made me really happy..and it made me so happy that others immediately had the same idea too. Many people still love this pairing…all it took was a tiny detail from Blizz! :’) So naturally, I wanted to draw something sincerely happy - of Graffiti Tracer & Amelie being happy (basically “Tracemaker”) together.

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anonymous asked:

Pass the happy along! When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and then send it to the last 10 people in your activity! <3

ahh thank you this is so sweet!!! here are 5 things that make me happy :) xx

1. voltron writers not fucking up
2. voltron writers not fucking up
3. voltron writers not fucking up
4. voltron writers not fucking up
5. voltron writers not fucking up

When in Rome (Ethan x FemReader) part one?

Originally posted by crankgooseplays

(( gif not mine - love ))

(A/n): SHOT THROUGH THE HEART

AND YOU’RE TOO LATE

Request:  hi!! I wanted to request something because you’re a REALLY good writer. What I was wondering if you could write an Ethan x fem!Reader where Reader was supposed to go on vacation with the fam but they had exams to finish so their parents decided to just fly out and then fly Reader out once exams were done but the parents misclicked or something and booked a flight to LA and Reader can’t get a flight back until the month is over and Ethan hears them on the phone like “what do you MEAN I’m not suppose to be in LA, that’s what the plane ticket said!” Followed by something liked “yOU MISCLICKED? IM STUCK IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY FOR A MONTH W/ NOTHING BUT A CHARGER AND FIVE CENTS” and Ethan(maybe the whole team too) overhears and they’re like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ lets be nice and then something starts to ;) happen between Ethan and Reader. I’m SO sorry if it’s too specific, change it to how you think will work for you!

Warnings: lmao angry bean reader

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Dragging along the airport was almost a relief. (Y/n) wasn’t one that was afraid of flights, not at all. She actually quite enjoyed them. But, this flight in particular seemed so shitty, that even she despised it.

Children screeching, people snoring.

Lucky it was illegal, because (Y/n) would have locked several children in with the cargo.

Having forgotten her headphones meant that she was able to listen to her luggage wheels charm the airports heavy air. It was late- or early. Three in the morning early, yet the girl was energized. Ready.

Queer, though, how this airport did run her memory.

Just before they had left, her parents took time to explain what the airport layout looked like and what exit her cab would be at.

Where (Y/n) was at now, looked nothing like what was described to her.

She kept walking, tossing out her phone and trying the home button a couple times.

“Dead…” the girl uttered.

(Y/n) rolled (e/c) eyes, and directed her path instead through groups of sleepy people to a public pay phone.

Standing up her bag, (Y/n) released the handle and grabbed the phone. She offered it several coins, dialed a number and waited.

Peering around, she viewed many different people. Quite lively, she thought, for three in the morning. Decent amount of folk were walking about the airport; grabbing luggage, casing through arrival gates.

“Hello?”

The phone finally picked up.

“Mom?”

“Oh hey, hon. Did you just land?”

“Yeah…”

(Y/n)’s words were almost drawn out and suspicious. She continued to look about as she spoke.

“You’re in L.A, right?”

“Yeah.” she repeated.

“Well, we’re in, uh, London.”

For a couple of moments, the girl stared off at a far wall. Then she said:

“I’m not in London, mom; I’m in L.A.” (Y/n)’s statement was weary “That is where we are vacationing, right? Los Angeles?”

“Ah, no. We found out just before you had landed that you’re dad misclicked on the booking website… but your phone was dead, so I didn’t have anyway of telling you…”

“He.. misclicked…” (Y/n) said slowly.

“Well yeah.”

“Mom-”

Quickly, the heat rose to (Y/n)’s head. She did not, by any means, want to be told at three in the morning that she was in an entirely different country than planned.

Alright, this night got even worse.

“MOm, you mean I’m in bloody L.A for no reason?”

Her mom coughed awkwardly on the line “It gets better-”

“Oh, joy.”

“See, we won’t be able to get you out here until that bonus check comes in at the end of the month.”

“You mean I’m here for a fucking month?”

“Well dear, he misclicked the loca–”

“WHAT dO YOU MEAN HE MISCLICKED? YOU left mE IN AMERICa WITH NOTHING bUT A CHARgER AND A COUPLE BUcKS!”

The confrontation went on. (Y/n)’s voice kept wavering volume, and she became blind to those around her. Eventually, a small pool of people gather around her, listening idly.

Among those several, stood out a group of four. A tall brunette, a shorter looking brunette, a slim boy with blue hair, and a nice looking girl with yellow hair.

“Mom, you do realise I have no where to fucking go right? I’m not supposed to be in L.A…”

(Y/n)’s words became all but futile when her mom eventually hurried herself off the line, and hung up.

“Guys, she’s stuck here…” mumbled the short brunette, turning to look at the taller man.

“Mark, don’t even–”

“We could house her for like, a couple weeks, and then see if we can maybe fix her problem?” the blue boy then pushed.

The tall male sighed heavily, dropping his head so his eyes could pierce the tiled floor.

“Well,” he inquired.

“I really don’t care. I’m jet lagged to shit, we just got back from PAX, I’m still in the generous mood; just get her and let’s go.”

Mark began to smile gaily, spinning back around to see (Y/n) place down the phone and sigh irritably. The rest of the grouped travelers began to taper off.

“Here, uh, Mark and Ethan will, uh, stay here? And Tyler and I will go get, a cab…” said the yellow haired girl, facing the tall male for confirmation. He nodded to her, and they directed themselves on their way.

“Fucking, fuck, fuck sake…” (Y/n) breathed, coursing a hand through her hair before turning right. There, she ran into Mark.

“Oh, sorry!” said Mark, looking almost frantic.

“No, no I’m sorry. Wasn’t paying attention.” the girl said quickly, stepping aside to walk away from him.

“Wait-!” called the youtuber.

(Y/n) didn’t want to have to deal with this, no, not at all. She turned back around, and taped on her best grin.

“I just overheard what you were saying…” Mark begun to explain. (Y/n)’s facial expression took on a look of exasperated shock “and you know, I came to offer a place to stay? Not just alone with me-! With myself, Ethan, Tyler, Kathryn, and Amy. My house mates, kinda…”

She didn’t say anything. Peering down, she looked at the plane ticket she held within her hand. L.A, huh?

“I mean…” then (Y/n) began to mumble “I don’t want to impose…”

“Not at all!” Ethan smiled when he appeared at Mark’s side “We’re offering.”

(Y/n) charmed them with a thankful look. Ethan was able to see her face fully now. He was roped in by her eyes, and couldn’t seem to bring himself to a focus.

“Alright, well…” the girl sighed and gave the two boys a real smile “I have nothing much to lose.”

Mark beamed back to her, gesturing for her to follow them. He led the way, allowing Ethan and (Y/n) to talk behind him.

“My name is Ethan.” he said cheerfully, looking down as they walked. The girl beside him smiled a thoughtful grin at Mark’s back.

“I thought as much. I’m (Y/n).”

The male took a moment to hear she had said before he replied with a heart in his mouth.

“You know who I am?”

“No.” replied (Y/n) “You just don’t look like much of a Kathryn.”

“Oh, right…”

The girl chuckled at his reaction, glancing at him curiously as the three of them walked. He seemed very genuine for someone she had just met. Offering her a house and kindness at three in the morning might not have been an easy feat for everyone. Ethan surely peaked (Y/n)’s interest; just a certain charm about him.

“Soo, airport girl, what’s up?” Mark asked, grinning back at her over his shoulder.

“Well, my parents and I were supposed to be going on a holiday in London. But I had to stay back for school stuff, so they flew me out later in the week.” the (size) girl began to explain, cutting through her words once with a resentful exhale “Turns out they suck at computers and clicked ‘L.A’ instead of ‘London’ for my flight location…”

“Yikes-” said Mark, sparing her a thoughtful glance. She gave him back an apologetic smile.

The group turned up at a far exit, where outside the door waited a cab containing Tyler and Amy.

Mark kindly swooped in beside (Y/n) and stole her luggage, hiding it away in the trunk for her. She thanked him.

“Alright, she can either sit beside Mark or Ethan.” offered Tyler. The mentioned brunette hoped in the very back beside Tyler and one empty seat. In front of him sat Amy, Ethan and the other empty seat.

(Y/n)’s answer came quickly, and kindly; very sure.

“I’ll sit next to Ethan.”

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(A/n): Hi yeah this is pretty shit so I’m going to make a part two for it

don’t worry, I’ll make it better

How Do Ya Like Them Apples?

Sure, Derek heard the familiar sounds of Stiles’ Jeep pull up outside his building and the steady, but slightly-too-fast beating of Stiles’ heart getting louder and louder the closer the elevator got to arriving at his floor, so it wasn’t really a surprise when Stiles came bursting into his apartment moments later. But what was a surprise, was the words that came spilling out of Stiles’ mouth as soon as he entered and laid eyes on Derek, where he was perched at his kitchen counter with a book in front of him.

“I got in! I got into NYU, Derek!” Stiles exclaimed excitedly, and then, with a look of determination set into his features, he added “and you’re coming with me!”

Derek’s whole body kind of… spasmed a little. The book he had open on the counter top fell shut when his fingers involuntarily twitched out of the way. He recovered fairly quickly, but not fast enough that Stiles didn’t notice.

“It wasn’t a question dude,” Stiles continued as though Derek had protested. “I know you only had 2 years to go when you followed Laura back here and I know they kept a spot open for you for next year. And you’re going to go back and finish your degree and you can show me around campus and we can get an apartment together and it’ll be awesome.”

Stiles grinned at him, tried to look eager but relaxed about what he was saying, but Derek could practically see the anxiety buzzing through him and sense his trepidation. Derek meant to say a firm ‘no’, if for no other reason than because Stiles was telling him what to do and Derek resented that, but instead what came out was “How do you know I was at NYU?”

Stiles gave him an unimpressed look. “I’m more than a little offended that you don’t instantly recognize my superior detective skills at this point.”

“I didn’t ask them to hold my place. I can’t just go back to classes like I never left, Stiles,” Derek continued quickly.

“Yes you did. Well, as far as they’re concerned you did. You formally requested an extended leave of absence months ago and they accepted your request to resume classes with the new admissions next year,” Stiles’ face was twisted in smug satisfaction, even with the undercurrent of anxiety still running through him, as though he simply couldn’t help himself.

Derek sighed because he’d done no such thing.

“I don’t even know why I’m surprised,” he murmured.

“Me either. You should know me well enough by now, dude. I made sure you were re-enrolled as soon as I sent my application in. Also, your signature wasn’t even a slight challenge, dude. After forging Dad’s monstrosity of an autograph on all my detention slips and grade reports through the years, yours was a piece of cake. You should probably work on that.”

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hamelin-born  asked:

Omega!Hux and Alpha!Kylo had a meaningless one-night stand years ago - back when they were Lieutenant Hux and Apprentice Ren. They never even exchanged names. Years later, when Kylo Ren comes on board the Finalizer, he meets Hux's child - who is exactly the right age, has all-too-familiar eyes, and a Force Presence that /burns/ like the rising sun.

Kylo has never met an omega before.

He’s been told that they smell divine; like the most forbidden of fruits, where biting into one would mean eternal damnation of the soul for giving in to such a tempting creature. Their very skin is meant to glisten with lusts and wants, their needy heats setting them apart from the rest of the galaxy. They’re rare, craved by alphas and envied by betas. A true prize, worthy of a budding knight like Kylo Ren.

Mating has never been high on Kylo’s list, not even when he presented as an alpha when he was in his late teens. Alas, he finds that, on this night in a tacky bar in a dusty town, Kylo’s needs have gotten the better of him.

He moans, delving back in for another kiss off the pretty redhead he’d managed to pique the interest of at the bar before he’d offered to serve him drinks back at his accommodation. Kylo had smugly accepted. After only a few shots and cocktails, Kylo has the redhead pushed back against the nearest wall, consuming his lips in a desperate kiss.

“You’re beautiful,” Kylo whispers, tasting the remnants of their last fruity shot on his partner’s lips.

“So I’ve been told,” the redhead replies, pushing Kylo away from him for a moment.

Kylo watches eagerly as the other begins to strip, his nimble fingers unfastening the button of the high collar of his jacket before shedding it.

And it’s then that Kylo smells it.

“You—you’re an omega,” Kylo gasps, taking in the seemingly glowing form of the other, lapping up every inch of his pale skin.

“Aren’t you lucky,” the omega says, sauntering forwards, making sure every twisting movement is exaggerating the curves of his body; the sharpness of his hips, the plumpness of his ass, the perkiness of his nipples. “A night with an omega.”

The omega is suddenly upon him, chest pressed against the front of Kylo’s dark robes, his hand rubbing the front of the alpha’s pants. Kylo gasps, growling, before hoisting the omega up until his long legs are wrapped around Kylo’s hips and they’re back against the wall, kissing as though their lives depend on it. Unable to help himself, Kylo buries his nose in the omega’s neck, and feels as though he’s elated.

The omega already smells of sex, as though heat is radiating from his skin, but there’s a uniqueness to his scent that Kylo has never sensed before among anyone. Kylo picks up the scent of ash, as though the fire isn’t just in the omega’s hair colour but in his heart too, flickering away, threatening to burn anyone who comes too close. But underneath the threatening layers of heat and fire, the omega smells sweet; like a freshly baked pastry drizzled with a fruity syrup and covered in sugar, just begging to be liked before being devoured by its hungry customer.

Kylo drools.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Kylo growls, feeling the omega shiver in his hold. “I want to see beneath your beautiful.”

Yes, alpha,” the omega whines, craning his neck upwards to allow Kylo better access to the hot underside of his jaw. “Please. Fuck me.”

Lost to the intoxicating magnetism of the omega in front of him, Kylo doesn’t bother to ask the omega for his name. It’s a fling, a quick fix for the needs of his inner alpha. It’s the best fuck he’s ever had, but it means nothing.

In the morning, Kylo dresses and leaves before the omega has a chance to wake up, feeling that his sexual urges have been satisfied but there remains a coldness in his chest as he walks towards the door, his heart even jumping when he hears the omega whine softly in his sleep.

But regardless, Kylo leaves, returning to his shuttle and leaving the town before the planet’s sun has risen.

What has happened is irrelevant, and Kylo knows he’ll never see the omega again.

Whether he’s content with that is another matter entirely, and one that he quickly pushes to the back of his mind before he returns to Master Snoke.

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jimin; surprise of the year (m.)

Originally posted by jiyoongis

pairing  |  jimin x oc

word count  |  4.5k

genre  |  fluff  ,  smut

warnings  |  language? DDLG [daddy dom, little girl] , shower play

tell me what you think about it  ♡


I woke up to the sun that was bright and seeping from behind my curtains; it was my birthday. I was planning to spend it with Jimin, at least I think, hoping he wouldn’t forget a day that meant so much to me, and hopefully, to him, too. He isn’t like that, he’s always there for me, even when he’s busy with his schedule, comebacks and tours.

Suddenly, my room’s door slams open wide and my best friend and leaps on my bed, screaming and jumping with excitement. “Come on, get up! It’s your birthday, we have so much to do!” Hyuna said with a massive grin on her face. Hyuna and I had been close for as long as I can remember, it had to be close to fifteen years by now. Nothing and nobody could separate the pair of us, she was the sister I never had, and I, her. We’ve been through everything together; through thick and thin, including the times when a close family friend of mine had passed and her parents were constantly fighting, we’re each other’s rebounds.

“Give me five more minutes.” I groan as I bury my face back into the cream coloured pillow and wrap myself around the blankets. “No, no you can’t. Tae and Jimin are almost here. Come on you lazy shit.” Before she left the room, her hands went to grab the corners of the quilt and threw them off of me and on the floor, leaving me shivering. I wanted to shout at her for leaving me in such a cold state, she knew I wouldn’t have bothered to get up to grab it now, but she had already fled.

Hyuna and Taehyung were, well, I’m not really sure what they are exactly. Everyone they ever meet always say the same thing; “you’re a cute couple”, and they always reply with the same “oh, no, no, we’re not together.”. I mean, anyone would think they were a couple by the way they do almost everything together, they way act towards each other, and even the way they look at each other. I’m still confused over why neither of them have actually confessed yet, Jimin’s the same, it being obvious the feel the same way.

“You better be up!” I heard Hyuna shout from downstairs, making me jump in a sudden fright. I knew what the consequences would be if I didn’t get up now; she would start to take things of mine away from me. I know it sounds like I’m a five year old or something, but some times I really do think that Hyuna is my mother. She’s always took care of me, always looking out for me.

I got up quickly after replying with a, “I am”, back downstairs, just loud enough for her to hear from the bottom of the stairs. Opening my dresser drawers, I decided on wearing a thin, but not too thin, white t-shirt and a pair of slightly ripped, blue jeans, something that wasn’t too hot for this weather but not something too revealing that I would start to shiver every two minutes.

Making my way down to the kitchen, I found Hyuna already here drinking her coffee in her favourite mug and scrolling away through her phone. “So,” I say while swinging my arms gently from one side to the other, making my way towards her carefully, “what are today’s plans?”

She stopped scrolling through her phone instantly, as soon as those words left my mouth, lifted her head up to make eye contact with me and gave me her oh-so-famous ‘creepy smile’. I raised my eyebrows a little in confusion, “What?” She giggled and dropped her head down low again, hanging from her shoulders, shaking slightly. “I bet you want to be with Jimin, huh?”

She knew me too well, of course I would want to be with Jimin today, in fact any day would do in all honesty. Being an idol wasn’t easy, for that person and their partner. They were away constantly for everything including tours and photoshoots, they were put under so much pressure for such young people. Right now, the group Jimin’s apart of, BTS, are on their first vacation in such a long time, probably a year, from their USA tour, just returning last night. I’m so excited to see him again, having not seen him in such a long time, and the timing so precise; he comes back the night before my birthday.

A slight blush crept onto my cheeks, my head hung low, I wanted to change the conversation before it got any worse. “Don’t you think it’s a little too early for them to arrive? They got here so late last night, they should sleep.” I’d much rather have them get enough sleep for them to actually function then come round here just to celebrate all day with me, they need to stay healthy for their fans.

“I agree with you, I do, but Tae said that Jimin has a surprise for you.” Saying this, she winked at me, smirked and bit her lip. My eyes widened, what did she mean? Was it supposed to be implied in that way? Or was she saying it like that for no reason, just to tease me?


We decided to wait in the living room until the boys came, flicking through the different channels until we found something worth watching. Little did we know, we would be waiting at least half an hour until they arrived, typical.

I heard the door open from the hallway, footsteps making their way in and voices calmly flowing throughout the house. We made the decision to give them both their own spare key to our apartment a couple years ago, near the time when we first moved in, to make our lives easier. We trust them so much to know that they won’t rob us, well, hopefully.

As soon as they turn around the corner and make their way into the living room, Tae skips his way straight to Hyuna, again, how are they not a couple already? Jimin, on the other hand, stalks calmly towards me, and as I stand up, hugs me. I can tell how much he missed me by how tight his hug was, and the duration of it, especially as we haven’t seen each other in so long. I bury my face in between his right shoulder and the crook in his neck, taking in his scent. Being able to inhale him, feel his warmth again, it made me feel at home, feeling alive again.

Much to my dismay, Jimin disbanded from the hug, but he never let go of me. He cupped my cheeks gently and looked me straight in my eyes, his brown owns sparkling like they used to, like I had missed. Smiling sweetly, he dipped his head down to meet mine and joined me in a soothing kiss.    

“That’s so cheesy!” We heard Taehyung yell jokingly from across the room, parting away from each other, Jimin looked annoyed at him. “Well, at least I’m not completely perverted every second I see my girlfriend” Jimin answered back, smirking slightly from the teasing. I looked at both of them to meet with their surprised faces, their cheeks starting to blush with embarrassment.

“We’re not dating!” Taehyung yelled back, being shoved mildly by Hyuna, laughing lightly. She got up and made her way to the kitchen, Taehyung following after her like the love sick puppy he is.

Once we were alone, Jimin turned to me and his smile appeared back on his face again. “I missed you so much.” He trapped me back in his hug again, “I missed you too.” I cooed back. Most people wouldn’t believe this if we told them, but we’re one of those couples who melt at the thought of being romantic; anything for those sweet memories.

“Happy Birthday,” He didn’t give me any time to reply as he had already captured me in a kiss. It was nice, just the two of us for a while. We hardly had any time to ourselves with Jimin being an idol, even when it’s just the two of us we have to be careful in public with the fans and paparazzi. They knew about our relationship, we had told everyone a few years back when we were comfortable with the idea, but it’s still too risky sometimes. There are times where even the fans can be dangerous, not all of them actually approving of us being together, their threats could turn real.

It was 11:00am now, and it still didn’t feel like my birthday, considering I had the whole day to do something, I’d much rather spend just spend five minutes with Jimin. I’d never been too fond of birthday’s, growing up with anxiety had it’s down side when it came to celebrations that were supposed to happy and enjoyable.

However, I still wanted this to carry on a little longer, remembering back to when Hyuna first told me this morning about Jimin’s ‘surprise’ for me, but I didn’t say anything to him, not wanting to sound to needy or greedy.

I heard a noise coming from Hyuna’s bedroom, turning my heads towards that direction, my eyes landed on both Hyuna and Taehyung leaving the room, wearing clothes and accessories for someone who was going out somewhere. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, “Where are you guys going? Aren’t we all going to hang out together?”

“Oh, we have some things to do and we just thought that you guys would rather be alone? Especially since he has ‘something’ for you.” She winked at the end, but that didn’t stop my mind from running to the thoughts of where they were going and what they were going to do. Maybe they finally accepted the fact that they liked each other?

I turned my head towards Jimin and eyed him suspiciously. “What? What have you done?” Knowing Jimin for so long had its advantages, too; I knew him so well. That being said, I could tell he didn’t want me to find out exactly what his 'surpirse’ was just yet, with the help from his glare towards Hyuna for even mentioning it.

Nevertheless, he thrilling smirk crept back onto his face, like it always would, and his eyes disconnected from Hyuna’s and locked on to mine. He really did have something for me, but what? What would be so big to hide? “Go ahead and put someone nice on, and then pack a couple things, like essentials, like you’d be leaving for a while.” I was confused to say the least. What is he up to?

I nodded in approval, eagerly wanting to know where we were going now, but before I could even move a couple steps away, Jimin grabbed my wrist softly as he brought his lips to my left ear. “Make sure you pack the 'things’ I like.” He whispered seductively, sending shivers down the back of my spine. I blushed and caught my bottom lip between my teeth, biting quite hard in order to suppress the moans that wanted to escape my lips. What was he doing to me?

Once he let go of me, I practically ran towards my room, this time I was the one embarrassed. He said he wanted me to 'pack essentials’, so that would be like the general clothing-wear for a typical woman, plus toiletries, but he also said he wanted me to pack the 'things he likes’. I knew what that meant instantly.

We started having casual sex about 6 months into our relationship, getting straight into it as soon as we were comfortable with each other and ready. However, 6 months after all that casual sex, he started to get into some 'foreplay’. I remember now, I was the one who had brought it up after seeing some videos about it on the internet, 'it’ being something called 'DDLG’, and, embarrassingly, it turned me on. After I had a very flustering conversation with Jimin about my, 'needs’, I found out that it turned him on too, making me even more sexually frustrated at the time. That was the first time he did foreplay in the bedroom, and I fucking loved it.

So, I realised, that the 'things I like’ was actually code for the baby blue lingerie he had bought me a while ago. I was definitely going to be taking these with me, even if he didn’t ask me to, he always took on the 'daddy’ role so well whenever he saw me wearing this.

A sudden slight noise came from behind that I wasn’t expecting. At first I just ignored it, treating it as though the wind had caused something to move lightly, but then it happened again. I turned around, and to my surprise, I found Jimin leaning his body weight against my door frame. I could tell by his smirk he was watching me this whole time.

Turing around fully now, I stood up straight and copied his smirk, “Are you going to help me, or are you just going to keep staring like that?” A quiet chuckle was able to break from his mouth as he hung his head low just a little bit. “Can’t I watch my beautiful girlfriend?” He comeback caught me off guard. Girlfriend. I can never get used to that word. Whenever it came from Jimin, it made my heart flutter, my palms sweat and my cheeks flutter red. He always knows how to make me feel like the only girl in world, how to make me feel special.

“Can you tell me where we’re going now?” I crossed my arms in anticipation, excited to know where he was going to take me, but all he did was shake his head, smiling. Fuck. Why can’t he just tell me? What’s so special that he can’t tell me?

“Come on, you ready to go?” I nodded my head as a response, eager to get going. He helped me carry my few bags to his car as we waved goodbye to both Hyuna and Taehyung, leaving them behind to be by themselves, hopefully going to be accepting their feelings for sure this time.


We hopped into his car, he staring driving and my heart started to pump faster as the seconds went bye, getting more and more excited. Passing the time, I started to think of all the places he could be taking me to; something that screams Jimin’s personality. My mind thought of just a quiet place, maybe a hotel or private cabin, even thought this isn’t something that would always scream Jimin’s personality, the way he was acting before we left left me curious, he turned into his 'daddy’ mode. Maybe we would just spend the night together? Whatever it is, I don’t care, as long as it’s with him.

My eyes fluttered open as I started to hear incoherent noises. We were at an amusement park. What? What were we doing at an amusement park? My head snapped to Jimin and I sat up in my seat, confused. “Did you just seriously bring me here?” I asked Jimin. As the words left my mouth, I regretted them; I started to sound as if I didn’t want to be here, when in fact I was really excited.

“Don’t worry, babygirl, this isn’t our only stop. I just thought we could have some fun?” He smiled before stepping out of the car, walking along side towards my door and opened it for. I see his hand floating, waiting for me take it, and I do.

We went on almost everything at this amusement park, going to every corner of the park. We tried some new things, things that we didn’t even think we’d like or knew exsisted, and just generally enjoyed each others company. This is what I really needed; a perfect birthday with the love of my life, and I could ask for nothing more.


By the time we had left the amusement and drove for hours and hours, it started to turn dark, the time ready 11:00pm. I kept falling asleep and waking back up every time we would go over a bump or have to stop abruptly thanks to the dickhead drivers on the road. Thankfully, in the end, I was able to get some peaceful sleep, no bumps, and no dickhead drivers, but something did wake me up from my sleep after a while, or rather someone.

Jimin was whispering sweet nothings in my ear, giving my gentle butterfly kisses to my cheek and my neck, slightly tickling me. “We’re here, babygirl.” He whispered one last time before stepping out of his car, leaving me almost breathless. He knows what that nickname does to me, that’s why he always uses it.

I giggle again and open my eyes fully this time, yawning lightly and rubbing eyes. Stepping out of his car, my mouth agape, eyes coming in to view with the most beautiful cabin I had ever laid eyes on. No other cabins or house were nearby, not even your regular mini shop, nothing. From where I was standing, I could already tell it was huge, maybe even more than two bedrooms, lights shimmering outside on the front porch, and a little fire was seen, peeping from the backyard.

I also noticed some a few other cars parked outside the front, too. So we’re not alone here? That would explain why all the lights are turned on on the outside and the inside. From the corner of my eye I could see Jimin looking down at me, smiling proudly while his arm snaked around my waist to hold me securely.

“Surprise.” He said as he kissed my cheek, I was still speechless, not having said anything since the last time I was awake at one of the many motorways. Breaking my silence finally, “What is all this?” However, I never got a reply, he just took my hand in his own and walking me towards the front door.

Once we stepped through, I jumped in surprise by the sudden burst of people, all screaming “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”. Everyone was here; my friends, Hyuna, even the boys had taken their time to come here. Before I could thank everyone, Hyuna stalks up to me and hugs me tightly. “Happy Birthday, babe, I love you so much!” Her words made me slightly emotional, but in all fairness, anything could make me emotional.

This was all for me. All of it. Did Jimin prepare all this for me? All the boys came up to me to say happy birthday, too, and hugged me. I looked at my surroundings, wanting to know what everything looked like. Everything was so pleasing, they had cleaned up, made food for everyone, and decorated the whole place.

“Guys,” I had to pause for just a second, making sure I wouldn’t cry and look all stupid, “this is amazing, thank you so much!” Jungkook spoke up first, “You should be thanking Jimin, it was all his idea.” I smiled slightly, blushing, and my eyes met Jimin’s, although he was already looking at me.

The food was amazing, they had cooked all my favourites, and as the night was coming to the end, everything was running smoothly. This was definitely the best birthday I have ever had and will ever have.


It was time for everyone to leave, wanting us to finally have some 'proper’ alone time together. I turned towards Jimin after closing the door, “I’m going to put something more comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

Walking back to the living room after slipping into my comfortable lingerie and some night clothes on top, I saw Jimin lying on the couch watching TV, but paused it when he heard me. His eyes studied my body, his eyes moving up and down as the smirk crept on his face. “Thank you so much, for all of this. You really didn’t have to.” I took a seat next to him as he sat up.

“Hey, don’t be silly, I’d do anything for you. I love you.” He said as he took his hand in my own, embracing it. I chuckled, “How did you even get all the time to do this?”

“Why do you ask? It’s not even that important, especially right now.” He crept up and his face was now directly in front of mine. He was getting ready to kiss me. Our lips parted, “You’re too sweet.”

“You wanna know a secret?” I lifted my eyebrows in confusion and nodded. His hand rested on my left thigh and he looked seriously into my eyes. He paused for a second, before finally saying, “Never mind, I’ll just tell you later.” His smirk began to appear once again, recognising it straight away.

I couldn’t control myself by this point. After being away from him for months, and then suddenly being here with him surrounded by candle light as just the two of us, I couldn’t help myself. I went for it, and I kissed him. My stomach was screaming with excitement, I want to touch him and feel him.

He put his one of his hands on my waist and the other resting slightly on my ass, lifting me up and placing me gently on his lap, our lips never leaving the others. He then carried me up the stairs and bought me to the bathroom, why? Placing me on the counter, I asked him, “What are we doing here?” He seems almost breathless, he eyes screaming sex, “I’ve always wanted to try this.” He looks me up and down before smashing his lips to mine again.

His kisses were so passionate, like all the other times before, both hungry for the other. He bit my bottom lip, not too rough to hurt but not too weak to have me not understand. I knew what this action meant, like all the other times before, he wanted entrance to my mouth, and like all those other times before, I let him, his tongue darting into my mouth and exploring, liking and sucking, making me moan.

One of his hands traveled up to my bra and the other wrapping tightly around my waist again, bringing me even closer to him. “You look so cute dressed in these,” His smile disappeared and he turned dark and seductive, “,but I bet you’re even cuter without them.” He whispered in my ear and slid my clothes off and threw them where ever, not caring, along with his.

His actions made me so needy, I haven’t been able to touch him in so many weeks, months. My automatically went in the direction of his crotch, trying to undo his belt while he carried on kissing my neck. The belt was finally undone and threw onto the floor as he stopped his pleasing movements to be able to be free of his trousers, now only left in his boxers.

“Your turn, babygirl.” He grinned, beginning to slide my night shorts from my body. Once again, his lips crashed with my own and our tongues collided together, almost as if fighting for dominance. Both only left vulnerable in our underwear, steam started to emerge on the very few windows. Picking me up from the counter, placing both his hands underneath to secure me, he carried me towards the shower. The hot water sprinkled on suddenly, covering us both and making us wet. I’d never been in such a heated situation before, our bodies so close together so intimately. His small hands grabbed my ass cheeks and caressed them harshly, then smoothing them out to make sure I wasn’t hurt in any way.

Grabbing his waist I brought him closer to my own, a moaning mess. “Can I touch you already?” I whispered huskily into his ear, he seemed surprised by my sudden speech, but soon got over it as he smirked, again. I turned to my right slightly, my eyes landing on the counter I was once sat on, spotting a familiar packet; condoms.

“You have really prepared this, haven’t you?” He chuckled lightly, proud at my response. “Well,” he shrugged, “you know me.” Such an ass sometimes, I swear.

I pushed him up against the wall roughly and started kissing him as he grabbed my ass and started massaging. God, I needed this. Not having seen him in such a long time got me so needy, especially when 'this’ is normally part of our weekly routine, sometimes even our daily routine, that’s why we’re technically known as the 'horn dogs’; I wanted him so badly.

He flipped us both around so that I was now the one pushed against the icy cold wall, bending over and kissing down a line on my stomach, inching closer and closer to my sensitive area. He smirked against my inner thighs as he kept creeping closer and I let our a frustrated sigh, already impatient.

First, he began to tease the hell out of me, but thankfully, he started licking my clit as I shot my head, sending him pleasing moans. They were always his favourite, he loved it when I moaned so loud when all he had done to me was tease; that was my weakness. As time went on I got distracted, and he suddenly added two fingers inside of me, pumping in and out. I was shocked to say the least, definitely not expecting something like this so quickly, but I didn’t mind, I enjoyed it even more.

I began getting closer and closer to my ends but just as it begun, he yanked both his head and fingers away, leaving me cold, and stood up straight to bring me into a kiss. I could feel his harden member poking against my stomach and the top of my clit, I couldn’t help but whine impatiently. He looked up, almost shocked, and grinned, knowing how much I really wanted to feel him. He was the same, too, he couldn’t wait as he put the condom on like lightning and set himself in front of my entrance.

He entered me harshly and without warning, earning a loud moan from my mouth, making me feel so good. He didn’t bother to wait for me to get used to his size as he started moving fast in and out of me, playing with my breasts, knowing how much it turned me on. I couldn’t hold back my moans, it wasn’t possible, but before I could make another, he pulled out and I looked at him confusingly.

“Turn around, babygirl.” He ordered and I did exactly what I was asked to. As I turned as fast as I could, wanting to feel more, I was able to feel his hardening member poking my back, my hands smacked flat against the steamy wall. He then entered me again, thrusting much faster then he did the last time, both of us a moaning mess. I was glad no one was nearby, no neighbours especially, or they definitely would’ve heard everything happening.

Just a few more thrusts later we both came undone, panting hard and he pulled out and I collapsed against his figure behind me. Jimin was exhausted, too, as he carried us both to the master bedroom and covered us both with blankets, kissing my forehead and cuddling up to me.

Thinking Straight || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by ksjknj

Word Count: 2.0k

Genre: Angst


It had been quiet in the dorm room. Quieter than usual.

At first you didn’t think anything was different. You had arrived at the dorm like any other day, assuming all of the boys had been asleep. It wouldn’t have been the first time you had come over only to find out that they were all sleeping during the middle of the day.

But as you pushed the door open to Namjoon’s room, you noticed that neither him or Yoongi were there. The two would usually end up passing out together, despite not being room mates because that’s just the way they were. You had come to accept it as did the rest of Bangtan.

You were confused for a few seconds as you stepped further into the room. There was a part of you that was hoping to find any sign that Namjoon had left a note for you. A few times before, when they had left for dance practice and Namjoon invited you over, he would leave a note on his bed letting you know when he would be back.

As you took a few steps closer to the bed you felt a pair of arms wrap around your middle and you yelled in surprise. The person quickly put you down and spun you on the spot. You were surprised to see Namjoon standing there, a huge smile on his face at your reaction. There was no doubt that he was trying to hold back laughter at seeing you scream like that.

You slapped his chest lightly, pulling away and going over to his bed to lay down. Namjoon watched you for a few seconds before walking over as well and sitting down next to you.

“I really hate you sometimes, you know that right?” You questioned. He just smiled and shook his head, knowing that you were joking around. There was no way you would ever be able to hate him and he knew that. There were special things that he was able to get away with and this was one of them.

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That’s No Way to Speak to Your Senator

Request: “Seeing that senator Ben arts made me think of a prompt… how about manwhore Senator!Ben seducing his jedi guard because he is in love with her since the very first time he’s seen her. Bonus points if there are rumors of him moaning her name whenever he has relations with other women. Jedi guard reader is of course, a shy sweet virgin. ByE.”

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: implied smut

Eyeing your red flashing arm commlink, you hastily made your way to the guard barracks to report to the head of security. Turning the corner, you almost bumped into him, his arms easily catching you at your shoulders before you toppled over.

“There you are!” He huffed, stiffening his jaw. “You have no idea how frantic this day has been.”

“What’s going on Rex?” You asked, stifling a yawn, as you normally worked night shifts and slept during the day.

“Everything. There’s a meeting for the New Galactic Republic being hosted today, Senator Organa-Solo’s personal assistant is stuck organising his- well, everything- and I’m busy getting together security, and there’s no one to escort the Senator to his dressing room this morning.” Rex let out a quick breath after relaying the information. “That’s where you come in. I need you to wake his lazy ass up and get him ready.”

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