oh god what do those mean

can we please talk about this picture?

because…so much is going???? I mean first there’s finn that looks like he’s about to shield himself from Andy’s wrath

while Andy on the other side is just standing in front of him with his hands in his hair and a look of despair in his face like oh my god what did you do

jack behind the dumpster with the most distressed expression ever???????

Wyatt.

It’s like looking at one of those renaissance paintings where everything happens at the same time and no one knows what the fuck is going on

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 5

Great team work, amigos. Here’s is part 5! 

  1. “Why is there a naked Ken Barbie doll tied up in your room?” “Goddammit, ____! I told you not to go in there!”
  2. “No Candice, I am NOT selling you my soul again.”
  3. “why is the fairy holding a gun.”
  4. “Jesus Christ on a boat made of crackers, what are you doing outside of the pod ship again?”
  5. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT” “He said I couldn’t… and I thought it was a challenge…”
  6. “How the fuck did you dye the ocean ORANGE?!”
  7. “Why are the roses green?”
  8. “Great, you made death angry.”
  9. ”この___だ!”
  10. “That better be a press on tattoo.”
  11. “If you only listened to the nature, you could learn more than humans ever passed to us.”
  12. “So, we’re dead?” “Well, kind of… yeah.”
  13. “Remind me again why you have a centaur tied up in your truck?”
  14. “Can you stop staring into my soul every time we meet? I feel exposed.”
  15. “You do realize that he wasn’t breathing when he spoke to us, right?”
  16. “I liked you better when you where possessed by that demon friend of yours”
  17. “You’re absolutely in love with him and have been for at least 2 years if you don’t go tell him how you feel I swear to god I will”
  18. “There are worse things in life than death.” “Nobody asked you,Lucifer.” “Just saying.”
  19. “Well, it’s wonderful that you’re having a sexuality crisis, but in case you forgot, we’re kind of in the middle of STOPPING THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT!”
  20. “Why is there a horse crashing on our couch?” “Oh, that’s Satan.”
  21. “Why would I hang out with you? You’re so incompetent! Your sacrifice to the faeries was so insufficient!”
  22. “Where the hell did the dragon go?! He was right here!”
  23. “Ok, the recipie calls for two cups of lemon and a cup of sugar, but all I see are cough syrup and battery acid…”
  24. “What do you mean today’s not a Tuesday?!”
  25. “So everyone on Earth had the same dream as me?”
  26. “you know what will solve that? Scotch.”
  27. “I didn’t ask for this!” “… you didn’t?”
  28. “How is it that the least likely outcome is always the outcome I receive?!” “You should go buy a lottery ticket.”
  29. “Guys, i know you’re all busy, but if any of you wants the dinner done, i will need my arm back”
  30. “Of COURSE I care about you. That’s why I sold your soul on the black market.”
  31. “JOHN I AM BEGINNING TO QUESTION THE VALIDITY OF YOUR PLAN” “AS AM I ALEX, AS AM I”
  32. “What?”
  33. “I will take the concept of my rage, transform it into a physical weapon, and use it to BEAT YOU TO DEATH!”
  34. “Did you really HAD to slap the shark?!” “I mean… If you want me to kick it-”
  35. “I don’t care, your tamagotchi dying is not an excuse to wake me up before noon!”
  36. “You are telling me that the socks with hearts that I’ve been mocking since the first day you arrived are, in fact, what keep you alive?” “Yes!” “What?”
  37. “So you really want me to believe that you’re actually from the future?”
  38. “Dude. What have you done. Now we HAVE TO save those aliens!”
  39. “Can you just stop?” “God no, why would I do that?”
  40. “Hey at least I get laid doing it”
  41. “While that’s a lovely story, it doesn’t quite explain the fires.”
  42. “Dude, please tell me that you planned to deal with her guardian angel when you killed her.”
  43. “That’s such a stupid idea… let’s do it.”
  44. “What do you MEAN this just HAPPENS?!” “All the time, actually.”
  45. “I swear, one day you’ll kill us both.” “Oh please, I’ve never been that reckless.” “…” “That was ONE TIME!”
  46. “Why did you buy a nuke?!” “Why wouldn’t I? It was on sale”
  47. “I am fueled purely by rage and instant coffee.”
  48. “How are you a million years old, bit you can’t even remember who George Washington is?”
  49. “Because I gave not, a single shit.”
  50. “Is that a marijuana? In my good  Christian suburbs?!”
  51. “WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT KILLING PEOPLE?? YOU NEVER USE THE DRAGON, YOU IDIOT”
  52. “I don’t care if he’s a unicorn, NO ONE EATS MY MINI EGGS!”
  53. “Jesus Christ Lewis! *Again* with the Snails?” “It’s Thursday! You said Thursday’s were okay!”
  54. “Here’s a story for you. I woke up in Vegas as a makeup guru. I was REALLY drunk.”
  55. “If all your friends jumped off a cliff would you…WAIT, NO IT WAS A JOKE, STOP!”
  56. “You’re kinda like hitchhiking Ghost Busters, aren’t you?”
  57. “For gods sake, ditch the fanny pack”
  58. “Take the tomato!” “No, I don’t want the tomato” “JUST TAKE THE TOMATO”
  59. “‘That’s no moon!’ Everyone  remembered Jimmy’s words that night as he scolded his friends for half-heartedly pulling their pants down.”
  60. “WHY IS THERE A BEAR IN MY BATHROOM”
  61. “Can you believe it?” “Just barely.”  "Man, I never thought he would ACTUALLY throw the chair.“
  62. "What did you THINK girl scout cookies were made of?”
  63. “Really? That’s not what I heard from Mrs. Sanchez across the hall!”   “Mom she’s literally a possessed cow, why do you listen to her?”
  64. “You got the rubber chicken, cheese whiz, and dish soap?” “Yep” “Ok, let’s do this!”
  65. “Are you building a life-sized Godzilla at 3am again?”
  66. “Don’t get pissy at me, YOU’RE the one who didn’t say what kind of tea bags to get for the clown!”
  67. "So YOU’RE the guy the math textbooks warned us about.”
  68. “Where’s our cat?” “I thought you were responsible for it?..”
  69. “What do you mean I’m half demon”
  70. “why are you duct taping a cat to the ceiling?” “aesthetic.”
  71. “Hope is a lie. So is philosophy, morality, language in general, the sky, dogs, and about a third of the population of Michigan.”
  72. “So let me get this straight. You filled a Darth Vader costume… With cats?”
  73. “How did I die this time?” “Well, it was pretty quick. I missed it, but from what I can tell, you convinced an entire school of 4000 people to throw watermelons at you all at the same time.” “…And?” “The impact of the watermelons threw you back a couple hundred kilometers and you landed in the ocean…inside the mouth of a particularly hungry shark.” “Goddamn it I wanted this death to be metal!”
  74. “Yesterday I learned that my childhood friend was a demon.”
  75. “Please tell me you said 'What bothers me most.’ "Yes? What the hell did you think I said?” Well….it kinda sounded like “His father’s meatloaf.’
  76. "Goddammit, why won’t you die?!”  "I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! “
  77. "I’d appreciate it if you fucking stopped, thanks.”
  78. “What the hell is this?” “It’s jello, you eat it”
  79. "You didn’t” “I did and I made them watch”
  80. "Why in the hell did you think this was a good idea?” “Look, YOU try saying 'No’ to not just a primordial deity, but my little sister as well.” “…Ok, you got me there.”
  81. “How do you know that it’s supposed to look like this?”
  82. “Are you making *tea*?!” “Well what else am I supposed to do?” “I don’t know maybe STOP THE MONSTER THATS RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!!”
  83. “Why are you in a dress?” “Lucifer wanted to have a tea party. You don’t say no to Lucifer”
  84. “So you’re telling me that aliens invaded while I was on vacation?”
  85. “I appreciate the gesture but I prefer my horses fried rather than alive.”
  86. *whining* “But Mooommm, I don’t want to save the woooorrld!”
  87. “Now I know not to cry there”
  88. “What if we DIDNT kill the king every Thursday” “Good idea we’ll kill him on Fridays instead.”
  89. “So you’re a zombie now?” “I guess I am” “So what are you gonna do about it?” “*shrug* I don’t know….”
  90. “I guess you weren’t joking when you said that the world is ruled by ants”
  91. “When I die, tell everyone 'I told you so.’”
  92. “You’re not real… You’re only in those silly books!” “Correction, my dear, you’re the fictional one.”
  93. “There was no 'free pie’ you moron! You stole it!”
  94. “Okay, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that my pet rock has gained sentience, just like we planned! The bad news is that it turns out he’s evil and is currently building a rock army with the intent of taking over the world. aaaand, he’s trying to get Mt. Everest on his side.”
  95. “Why is our baby on a wanted poster?”
  96. “Zombies are people too, Mom!”
  97. “… I’m gonna go for it. Hold my head for me real quick, and don’t put it on a mannequin like you did last time.”
  98. “Fascinating… I was unaware that was physically plausible.” “I know right.”
  99. “ACHOO!” “Bless you.” “No sorry, that won’t work on me.”
  100. “Bye, Felicia. Take you and your cat ears! GO!”

Prepare yourselves, because starting from tomorrow we will be making ‘100 Prompts That Will Make You Cry’ lists. Hope you enjoy this one. Which prompt do you like the most?

My Parents Going Through My Tumblr
  • Dad: Why do you post about us?
  • Me: People find you guys funny.
  • Dad: Funnier than you so I get it.
  • Me: Dad.
  • Mom: You should watch your language.
  • Me: My language? I was quoting you!
  • Mom: That's no excuse.
  • Me: Y'all make no sense.
  • Dad: What's a...Jamilton? Is that one of those ships you talk about?
  • Me: Yes. Jefferson and Hamilton.
  • Mom: Ah yes. They have more sexual tension than you and that 'friend' of yours.
  • Me: Mom oh my God.
  • Dad: Is Lams another one?
  • Me: Yes. Laurens and Hamilton.
  • Mom: Well he did shoot someone for Alexander. Even I wouldn't do that for your father.
  • Dad: Yeah she - wait, what?
  • Mom: Oh look people can comment of these posts of yours!
  • Dad: No no let's get back to the previous -
  • Mom: Would you look at that - we're more popular than you AJ.
  • Dad: HA!
  • Me: Oh my God...
  • Me: I mean no one believes y'all said it so.
  • Dad: Well...
  • Dad: That's rude...
  • Mom: You're rude.
  • Dad: The hell woman?

anonymous asked:

Something something VOLTRON

that’s what i’m here for buddy

  • keith is… probably not the guy you want to go to for a pep talk
    • lance: “i just feel confused, and sort of sad, and- are you trying to climb out the window” keith, trying to climb out the window: “…no”
    • listen!!! feelings are hard!!!!!!
  • [pidge takes off matt’s glasses] “oh my god i almost forgot what it’s like to not have a headache”
  • shiro is the most photogenic paladin and lance’s goal in life is to take a bad picture of him
  • lowkey the bom can’t take keith seriously lmao. he’s just so tiny?? the size of a galra child?? who let this infant fly a giant robot
  • lance’s current mission: steal the red lion slippers
  • *coran voice* “what’s an ‘inch’? why do you need twelve to get a ‘foot’? what do those measurements even mean? who designed this system i’d like to have a word with-”
    • lance’s cuban ass: “god mood”
  • allura: “don’t worry hunk! everyone’s afraid of something!” hunk: “even you allura?” allura: “no”
Transference (M) – Chapter 01

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Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. 

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,061

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, discussion of BDSM, sex work, profanity.

A/N: This work is a byproduct of about 6 months of insomnia and 60-hour work weeks, which resulted in a series of recurring dreams about Jung Hoseok which were…*fans self*

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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SKAM S04E09 Clip 3 - Talk about everything

CHRIS: I don’t think you should be worried. I’m sure it’s fine.

VILDE: Yeah.

CHRIS: Yeah.

VILDE: I just have a bad feeling in my tummy.

CHRIS: What’s that supposed to mean?

VILDE: No, I think there’s something wrong.

CHRIS: Something wrong? How do you know?

SANA: Hey, should we contact the police?

VILDE: What if he has killed her?

SANA: He hasn’t killed her.

VILDE: We can’t know that for sure. He has shown violent tendencies in his past and his brother is a psychopath. We don’t know if William is or not - those things are genetic.

CHRIS: Oh my God.. They’re fucking! Stop nagging!

SANA: For four days?

CHRIS: Yeah!

SANA: Without making a sound?

CHRIS: Well I don’t know, I haven’t heard them.

MAGNUS: Hey. Fucking hell, William’s car is so cheesy.

CHRIS: Shocking! She’s alive.

SANA: Hi.

NOORA: Hi!

WILLIAM: Hey.

NOORA: William? I have to leave.

NOORA: It’s.. It’s just like.. Okay. Because I feel like we’ve.. Just talked about everything. That.. That we just.. He just opened up completely. Do you understand? I don’t know what I was doing before, but I understand how he thinks now. Sana Bakkoush, this is the best thing you’ve done. Thank you. But hey! Oh my God, how did it go with Yousef?

SANA: I don’t know.

NOORA: But you talked, right?

SANA: I.. Yes, or.. I tried talking to him, but.. He’s going to Turkey and he’s staying all summer and he’s not a Muslim and..

NOORA: But you have to talk to him! Just talk to him before he leaves. Just send him a text. Now!

SANA: I don’t have his number.

NOORA: Then write to him on Facebook.

SANA: We’re not friends on Facebook.

NOORA: But oh my God, Sana! Add him then! Now! Seriously, come on. Yes and then you write: “Do you want to hang out with me?” Sana! I swear I’ll log onto your account and write it myself and hit send. I’m not kidding, you know that.

SANA: Okay.

NOORA: Yeeeeah! Good!

SANA: Oh my God.

NOORA: That wasn’t so hard, was it? You know what, now life is smiling. Now we can do anything we want. And I suggest that we skip. You in?

SANA: Yeah, but I already think we are. Class started a long time ago.

NOORA: Is it true? Oh my God. Yeah, well, then that’s it. I thought it be a bit more difficult.

SANA: Yes.

NOORA: But it feels very natural.

SANA: Maybe because we’ve been good all year.

NOORA: Yes!

SANA: Summer vacation starts soon.

NOORA: Yes, now we’ll just go and hide, wait for the summer and wait for the summer.

SANA: What if he doesn’t answer?

NOORA: No! Everything is falling into place now, Sana.

SANA: Yes, it is.

707mmgirl  asked:

I was wondering if you could do a NSfw where the rfa+v and saeran are having sex with mc for thw first time and they orgasm too fast and are afraid that they'd disappoint MC?

(  ˵¯͒⌄¯͒˵;;) I couldn’t sleep so I really…Really…Wanted to write this. Thought about it all day.


Yoosung

- He was losing it mentally. His hands were sweaty, his chest was beating

- He wasn’t going to lie, he had jerked off quite a bit before…Especially when LOLOL introduced that new female skin….

- But never much more than that! God, he was too scared to even get a sex toy- Too scared and embarrassed to even entertain the thought!

- He tried asking Zen for tips, even resorted to asking Seven. But Seven laughed and Zen said to look up some porn videos to get an idea because he was too busy to help

- (Or was he just sour MC didn’t fall for him?)

- When you came out of the bathroom in your pjs, he was already trying not to get a stiffy. I mean, what you were wearing wasn’t horrible, wasn’t perverted, but…You weren’t wearing a bra. Even he could tell that

- And the fact that tonight would be the first time you shared a bed together…

- “Yoosung?”

- “Y-Yes??”

_ “…Are you going to come lay down? It’s cold without you~”

- This was it, he was going to die. Someone get his will from that coffee fiasco out, he was going to need it after tonight.

- Carefully, he climbed into bed behind you, opting to try and be the big spoon and hold you tight.

-…Too tight, too tight! Your ass was rubbing against his groin so nicely. He ended up burying his face in your hair, desperate just to pretend he didn’t feel it.

- “Yoosung, are you alright?”

- “Yeah, yeah- I, uhm. I am.”

- “So you’re not hard-”

- “Don’t say it!!”

- Oh my god, this is it. You were going to make fun of him endlessly, just like the guys would when they found out. 

- You turned around to face his red face, and right when he thought it wasn’t going to get again worse, you slipped your hands around and squeezed his ass, pulling his hips flush against yours

- He. Couldn’t. Breathe.

- He felt you start kissing his neck, grinding against him, and he could only whimper in response. This isn’t how he thought it was going to happen- I mean, he was supposed to take the lead, right?? Right??

- But you slipped your hand in his sweat pants, letting out a lustful groan as you found he wasn’t wearing underwear, and he lost it

- You pulled your hand back and looked at the cum on your fingers, before looking him right in the eye and licking your hand clean

- Were you trying to kill him???

- “MC I’m sosososorry, oh my god-”

- “That’s okay, Yoosung,” You grabbed his hand, guiding it under your underwear, “Why don’t you show me what those gaming fingers can do?”

- God, please someone print out that will. He really was going to need it after tonight.

Jaehee

- So she wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought she was

-…But she was still blushing like crazy

- A cuddling session gushing over a dirty story you found online had turned sexual very quickly. Mainly due to your wandering hand, but…

- Now she was under you, one hand halfway covering her face, and the other gripped your arm as your teased her clit

- Every time she let out a squirming moan, her chest heaved and you swore you were in heaven

- You didn’t waste much time with foreplay. The two of you hadn’t really gone this far before, and this poor woman needed some excitement in her life that didn’t end in cat hair everywhere

- You couldn’t take it anymore, you slowly licked her nipple, then clamped your teeth over it, loving her surprised moan.

- “M-Mc!”

- You gave her nipple a harsh suck, your fingers trailing down from her clit to her entrance, slipping in two fingers already.

- You walls clamped down, her nails digging into your forearm already. She was sweating, chest heaving, but you knew all the right spots to hit.

- As your mouth bit on her neck, her moans kept getting higher and higher in pitch, until her nails dug in so harshly that you knew you were going to need a few bandages later.

- You felt her hips jerk up a few times, her whimpering when you kept trying to fuck her with your fingers, so you slowly pulled out.

- “Did you cum already?”

- She let out a groan, covering her face. “Yes, I’m sorry. It’s been a while.”

- You just laughed, kissing her forehead. 

- “I mean… I could be my turn, if you really loved meee~”

- She rolled her eyes but laughed, motioning for you to switch spots with her.

Seven

- The two of you were resting on the couch, just cuddling, until his fingers liiightly brushed against your sides, and you made the mistake of giggling

- Now it was On

- First thing about being friends with Seven: Never, ever, let him find out where you’re ticklish.

- He had you squealing and threatening him at the same time, squirming in between his legs as he laughed at you.

- Pretty soon you started fighting back- Turning around and desperate to find his ticklish spots. 

- But, after a while of squirming in eachother’s arms, he accidentally let out a moan that was not painful

- You stopped, and the both of you blushed… But, you just placed a questioning kiss on his lips.

- “R-really? Right here?”

- You nodded, already moving to start palming him through his pants, and he automatically started working on pulling off your shirt

- He groaned as you unzipped his pants, palming him through his boxers. He tried returning the favor, squeezing your breasts through your bra.

- But you slipped to the floor and got on your knees? What where you- Oh my god you were going to blow him

-Oh…My god.

- He watched with a growing blush as you tugged on his pants to be able to pull his hardening cock out easier. He watched your eyes widen just a bit when you pulled it out, him mentally fist pumping that he was a good enough size for you

- He wanted to lean back- Play it cool and just enjoy it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You brushing your hair behind your ear, getting a decent grip on his cock, your half-lidded eyes studying the head. He could feel the pre-cum leaking out already, and he prayed you thought that was normal.

- You gave his cock a few tentative pumps, him trying his fucking best not to jerk his hips up, and then suddenly you took the tip in your mouth.

- He couldn’t hold it back, he ended up letting a low whimper out, his fingers itching to tangle themselves in your hair, but god he managed to keep them away.

- You bobbed your head a bit, removing the cock from your mouth with an obscene ‘pop’, looking him right in the eyes as you licked up the underside of his cock

- …And he came all over your face

- It was slightly, just a bit, adorable at how you winced, but he felt his soul leave his damn body. Damnit, he knew he should have jerked off last night when he had the chance.

- “Oh my god, Mc I’m so–” 

- You wiped a bit off your cheek, slipping your finger in your mouth and letting out a hum. “You taste a bit bitter…”

- Instantly he pulled you up on the couch, sucking and nipping at your neck as you moaned a bit.

- He really, really, needed to know how you tasted as well. And, well….Hopefully that would make up for him being such a quick shot.

Jumin

- The marriage had been sweet, and ended with lots of cuddling on a plane as the two of you went to enjoy your honeymoon, something Jumin was very insistent on.

- As soon as the two of you landed, it was getting changed into something more appropriate, going off and enjoying the sites, having a nice romantic dinner

- And now the two of you finally made it to the place you were staying at for the next week. With just one bed in the room.

- He didn’t want to admit he felt nervous- What if he harmed you? What if he did so many things you didn’t enjoy? Expert Playboy only told him so much, and he wasn’t too keen on watching porn. Especially if Seven had his hands in the RFA’s search history.

- The two of you dressed in your sleepwear, then he coaxed you over to lay with him.

- Getting to finally hold you in his arms like this was amazing. He felt his chest swell every time you snuggled closer to him.

- “Mc?”

- “Yes, honey?”

- He gave your forehead a kiss at the nickname, his cheeks lightly blushing. “From my research, we’re not completely done for the day yet, are we?”

- Your face went red, but he started with gentle kisses to your lips, moving to your jaw, then to your neck, his fingers dancing around the hem of your shirt.

- Your breath hitched a couple of times, but you started working on unbuttoning his shirt, groaning when his hands started groping your breasts

- God, this felt amazing so far, from just barely doing the minimum. He focused on recalling all the tips in the magazine, some of the grosser things some board members had talked about drunk- Just anything he could apply to please you

- It wasn’t long before you were fully on your back, breasts heaving as he teased your clit, his boxers the only clothing left on him

- The way your cheeks flushed looking at his cock straining against his boxers made him want to take you instantly, but he needed to be patient, he needed to hold out a bit longer.

- But you gently squeezed his forearm, mewling a bit as he kept trying to rub your clit

- “Ju-Jumin, please, I want to feel your cock- I’m ready, just please.”

- He felt his eyes widen, but quickly cleared his throat and nodded, pulling his boxers off

- He teased you a bit more, the head of his cock barely entering you and pulling back out, making you let out the cutest whines. But finally, when he couldn’t even stand it anymore, he pushed himself fully inside of you, groaning along with you

- He stayed still for a moment, feeling how amazing it was to have you squeezing him so tightly. He tried to move, just one pump, but it was too much.

- As soon as he realized what had happened, his face was completely red, and he felt so ashamed when you let out a little questioning noise.

- “It…It seems that I’ve…” He trailed off, suddenly pissed at himself for cumming so damn early. You didn’t even get to enjoy anything.

- But you just squeezed his hand, placing a kiss on his cheek.

- “If you want…You could just use your fingers for tonight, tomorrow we could try-”

- “No, we’re doing this right tonight. I told you I would keep you up all nigh- I’m not going back on that now.”

- While he did finally get rid of his shame at how much you squirmed from his fingers alone, he promised himself that he was going to make you cum twice as much from his cock alone.

- (What the fuck did those magazines say about this situation???)

Zen

- You had been trying for ages to get him to have sex with you. 

- Inviting him in the shower? ‘Accidentally’ letting him walk in on you? Snuggling super close during a romance scene? All of them failed.

- And god, did he hate it.

- He wanted to fuck you, have you screaming his name so loud he was sure to get noise complaints- But was he ready??

- It had been a very, very, long time since he had, ahem, let the beast out. The last time was…Way too long ago.

- But all the teasing, and bluntness without saying anything, was starting to get to him. Starting to have his hand wandering when you weren’t there with him, and a few times when you were.

- Tonight was a bit better. You weren’t trying to throw more ‘hints’ his way, you were just snuggled up to him resting your head on his chest, tracing an imaginary circle on his ribs

- Yeah, he could handle this!

- But your fingers stopped, and you started to play with his hair a bit instead, making cute little noises as you shifted to look up at him

- “Your princess wants some kisses.”

- Oh no. He felt his cock twitch, but he tried his best to ignore it as he tipped your chin up, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

- “I can’t help but do as my princess wants~”

- But you pulled him back towards you, planting a few soft kisses, and then slowly making them more and more greedy.  You even slipped your tongue in, and when he groaned out he knew he was done for.

- He wanted to avoid sex at the moment, but tonight he didn’t have enough willpower.

- He grabbed your shoulders, pushing you to lay on your back as he slipped between your legs, leaning over to start sucking on your neck.

- You didn’t waste a second, especially since you had been trying to get to this point for ages. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinning when he grinded against you with a low growl

- “You’ve been such a tease, princess, I can’t take it anymore.”

- As he pushed your shirt up, working on your breasts, he was frantically trying to recall all the moves he used to do back when he was in that gang.

- (God, it really had been forever!)

- Your hands fumbled with his shorts, yanking them down and giving his ass a firm squeeze, loving as he bit your neck in response.

- You were going to kill him. He wanted the first time to be sweet, romantic, but he couldn’t even control his thoughts right now. He just kept imagining how tight you would feel, how you would squeeze down on him-

- You reached and grasped his cock, starting a teasing pace as he leaked pre-cum already.

- Ah, fuck, fuck, he couldn’t take this. He ended up moaning into your shoulder as he jerked his hips in time with your pumps. One, two times, and he came.

- Kill. Him.

- He didn’t want to face you, he just closed his eyes tight as you pulled your hand away.

- “Zenny~ No fair, let me have fun too.”

- He took a deep breath and looked at you nervously- Only to be greeted with a firm kiss. You pushed his shoulder a bit, wriggling your hips.

- “Why don’t you put that mouth to better use~?”

- He looked a bit dumbfounded for a moment, but quickly slid back a bit, working on getting your pjs off.

- I mean… at least he had an impressive recovering speed? Hopefully luck would be on his side and let him recover fast enough to fuck you like he had been wanting.

V

- It…Had been a very long time. A long time since he was fully willing to have sex, at least.

- When the innocent cuddling on his bed got more perverse- Your hand slipping under his shirt and teasingly running your fingers so close to the waistband of his pants- Well… He did want it, it had just been ages

- He tried his best not to show it. Each feather-light touch he returned, every little breath you let out he had to stop himself from groaning

- He hadn’t realised how badly he wanted this from you

- Once the cute kisses died down, turning into panting breaths and low moans, you rolled yourself on top of him, straddling him and purposefully refusing to grind against him

- Were you trying to kill him? He needed this- He needed you

- His hands found your hips, holding you as he bucked his hips up with a barely contained groan. It had been too long, way too long, since he had felt so good from just teasing

- “Mc-”

- You leaned over, starting another string of greedy kisses, taking his will to talk and interrupt you away

- It didn’t take long for his hands to act on their own- Slipping under your shirt to grope, pushing your ass down so he could grind against you fully

- When you broke the kiss and let out such a sinful moan, he couldn’t do it anymore.

- “Mc, please- Now, now, please.”

- He felt your breath against his neck as you giggled, wiggling out of your underwear and pulling down his pants

- You took his cock and slid the head against your clit, making him bite down hard on his lip

- “Oh, god, Mc-” You were horrible but so fucking amazing. He wanted to thrust his hips up, slam into you with all he had-

- You let out a little mewl of pleasure as the head of his cock rubbed your clit just right, and suddenly you felt a hot spurt against you.

- He covered his face quickly, panting but letting out a sound of utter disappointment. 

- “It’s been ages, I just-”

- “Shh,” You leaned over, kissing his forehead. “ It’s fine.”

- But it wasn’t, was it? Your cheeks were still flushed, you were soaked but he knew you hadn’t came yet.

-… Was it too early to suggest…?

- “M-Mc, ride me.”

- “…What?”

- God, don’t make him say it again. He carefully squeezed his cock, feeling how sensitive it was, but he didn’t care. He wanted you anyway.

- He rubbed the head of his dick against your clit, then finally trailed it to your entrance, pushing the tip in and joining you in your moan

- “Jihyun-”

- He jerked his hips up, pushing into you fully, and the sound you made had him dig his nails into your thighs.

- “Ride. Me. I can take it.”

- He came early, but he was going to be damned if you weren’t going to be able to feel his cock slam in you tonight.

Saeran

- He had experience with women. Not exactly loving ones, but quick and hard fucks in the backs of bars or in hotels was what he was used to the most.

- And usually they all went well, except if the women tried being too clingy with him.

- He wasn’t expecting you to last so fucking long though

- The two of you were just cuddling on his bed, something he was always insistent on. But you were trying to find some funny things to show him on your phone, and he was tired of watching videos. 

- He ended up initiating it, slowly trying to tease you by acting like he wasn’t aware of where his hands were, but quickly dropping the act and pushing you on your back, grinding against you and slipping his tongue in between your bruising lips

 - It didn’t take long at all for both of you to rid each other of any fabric in the way, him burying his cock inside of you with a grunt and a low “Fuck,”

- Usually with the women he had fucked before, they came rather quickly… 

- But as he harshly slammed himself inside of you, finally being able to enjoy being inside of you, he felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge- And you definitely hadn’t came yet.

- He pulled your leg up a bit, pushing it flush against your chest to get a better angle to ram into you, letting out a growling string of curses as you tightened around him

- A few more jerks of his hips, and he easily came inside of you, groaning out and breathing harshly against your neck.

- He wasn’t expecting you to whine, though. He looked up, a bit confused, as you pouted.

- “You came already?”

- “…You didn’t??” He swore he had felt you tense up, dig your nails into him even more. What happened?? Oh god, was he losing his touch?

- You pushed him on his back, climbing on top of him and forcing his cock back into you, rolling your hips. “I wasn’t done yet~ Can you keep going?”

- The fuck he could, but his embarrassment didn’t let him say that. He gripped your hips, keeping you in place as he pushed as deep as he could inside of you, letting out a guttural groan.

- You let out a loud moan, starting a steady and heavy pace, drinking in how his cock hit your g-spot on every thrust.

- He hadn’t been overstimulated before, but he refused to argue against it. He apparently needed to build his stamina back up anyway…

ladyknighttime  asked:

Coordinating nails with dice is a genius idea

As someone who hoards both dice and nail polish, the key is to bring your dice to the beauty supply store and NOT to bring your nail polish to the gaming shop.

I understand how 100% unrelatable this problem is, but for real. If you bring dice into Sally’s, the salesperson is like, “I don’t know what D&D is really, but ooh! Those are so pretty. You should get this purple-teal duochrome so you can do a gold accent nail to match the numbers instead of doing purple with a teal accent!” Like, I’ve never once had someone in a beauty supply store not do their job because they didn’t care about dice, but oh my god, if you bring nail polish into a gaming shop, the dude at the counter will not only act as though your interest in aesthetics disqualifies you from being a real player, but he’ll also pretend he doesn’t know what the word “opalescent” means because that might make him look gay. It’s remarkable.

renora is so pure? they’ve been best friends since, as toddlers, they found each other hiding from a village-murdering monster. they’ve been protecting and caring about each other for like 10 years!! they’ve been by each other’s side for that long! they love each other so much! it’s one of the sweetest, most wholesome relationships in the series and i absolutely loved the importance they had in volume 4. i honestly dont care whether they end up dating or not, as long as theyre together. platonic or romantic, they will never leave each other’s side and i just love them so much.

Playing Games

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: You and Seth have been playing this game for months now with neither of you truly admitting your feelings for one another. Though, now that you’ve been called up to the main roster from NXT, some things are going to have to change.

A/N: I have no idea if Seth Rollins is actually allergic to peaches or not, but like if he was, that would honestly be torture because I fricken love peaches and he’d really be missing out on the best fruit ever. 

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“Brought you, your favorite, regular Peach Beach with vitamin blend and whey protein enhancers”. 

“Ugh, Lopez, you are far too good to me”. 

“Hey, don’t say I never gave you anything”. 

Gladly, you reach for the smoothie cup placed on the table in front of you and stick the straw between your lips. Seth Rollins - who was always the people pleaser - stands across the table with his arms crossed over his chest, patiently waiting for that sigh of content that always comes from your mouth after gulping down the first sip of your favorite drink. Soon enough, the cold liquid slides down your throat and you move the straw from your mouth, throwing your head back, and letting out a long, satisfying groan. 

God, I can’t believe you’re allergic to peaches, you are seriously missing out on the best fruit”. 

“Eh, I’m more of a pineapple guy myself really.”, Seth shrugs with a growing smirk to match his teasing behavior. 

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Birthday Princess

Yikes this was supposed to go up on Ash’s birthday, but you get the point. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5k+

Another drunken line of girls passed by me on a determined path to the bathroom, bumping the cheap tiara on my head in the process. I huffed in response while adjusting the ridiculously glittery ‘Birthday Girl’ sash my friends bought and took the opportunity to swipe the newly freed seats near the bar so I could people-watch. An overflow of sweaty bodies wriggled and swayed on every inch of the dance floor free of inhibition due to their intoxication levels. Some men were getting encouraging pats on the backs from their wolf packs of friends before shooting their shot with whichever girl happened to be giggling their way. People throughout the club whooped and hollered when the DJ switched to some vaguely different genre of party music that the lively crowd could fist-bump and grind to.

After straining my neck to check the entrance of the club for the umpteenth time in the past 15 minutes, I turned back around to see a mesmerizing pair of hazel eyes peering into mine. I hadn’t realized how deeply I was staring until the wavy-haired individual tried speaking to me over the loud music.

“I’m sorry, what?” I shouted closer to him.

“I asked if you wanted a refill,” he said loudly while gesturing to my half empty water.

My phone buzzed in my hand, indicating I was getting a text. I briefly looked down at the preview of the message from my friends’ group chat.

Sent at 8:43pm

1: Y/N I’m so sorry honey I can’t make it :( I thought I could cram for this test but there’s way more content than I thought

Sent at 8:44pm

2: ^^ me too :/ my boyfriend’s game went into overtime and I’m pretty sure they’re celebrating after. Maybe another time?

I rolled my eyes and looked back up at the stranger clearing the table of leftover drinks and glasses.

“Actually, I think I was just heading out,” I said standing from my seat.

“So soon?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, clubbing on your birthday just doesn’t have the same ring to it when you’re by yourself,” I replied.

“You don’t have any friends coming to celebrate with you?” He questioned as he wiped the table down and went behind the bar counter.

I followed his trail and answered with evident irritation, “Nope, they suddenly had other plans that were more important this evening.”

“Well,” he planted both of his hands on the counter, “I, in good conscious, can’t let you end tonight as the unhappy birthday girl.”

“And why is that?” I asked curiously.

“Because I’m going to become your new favorite barkeep,” he said with a proud smile. “And it is with this new title that I solemnly promise,” he raised his right hand as if he was taking an oath, “…to ensure that the rest of tonight does not suck for you.”

A small smirk grew on my face at the mischievous man in front of me.

“You can’t be serious, right?” I asked incredulously. “I don’t even know you!”

“How about this, birthday girl” he glanced at a few people walking up to the bar, most likely to order new drinks, “My name is Ashton. I like going on adventures and buying vanilla scented candles. My favorite part of movies are the trailers and I don’t understand how zodiac signs work. I’m gonna come back over here at 9 when my shift ends. If you decide by then that you don’t think an innocent night of fun with me is better than sitting at home by yourself, I will personally call you an Uber and let you go home,” he smiled walking away.

“You should add ‘cocky’ to that little bio of yours,” I playfully said with my arms crossed.

“Not cocky!” He shouted over his shoulder, “just hopeful.”


Promptly at 9:00, Ashton popped out of a room near the back of the club in his normal clothes and re-approached me at the bar.

“So, birthday girl,” he leaned on the counter, “what’s our verdict?”

“Well seeing as you made such an appealing case and I don’t want to put this outfit to waste, I think one night of adventure couldn’t hurt,” I said in a posh tone of voice.

“Then what are we waiting around for?” He asked holding his hand out. I grabbed it and he helped me out of my seat. “Let’s get this party started.”

With that, Ashton led me out of the club and towards the parking lot. He pulled out his car keys and hit the unlock button, bringing my eyes to the flashing headlights on a black mustang.

“This is you?” I asked in disbelief.

He shrugged and replied opening the passenger door for me, “Well I can’t have the birthday princess walking around on her feet all night now, can I?”

“How considerate of you. And when did I upgrade to princess?” I said getting into the car and reaching over to open his door.

Ashton entered on his side of the car and strapped on his safety belt before brandishing that smile of his once more to answer, “When you decided to spend your night with me.” With that remark, Ashton revved up the engine and we dashed through the streets filled with nightlife.


My eyes scanned the various strings of bright lights and neon signs on the buildings near us as the car slowed to a stop. Ashton and I exited the car and re-joined hands as he led me towards the entrance of a building that had a string of people waiting in line to enter. We approached the bouncer - who could easily be mistaken for a ten-foot brick wall - with an icy glare.

“Sam!” Ashton shouted with open arms. The bouncer turned around and suddenly smiled widely, “Ashton!” The two shared a brief hug and fell into small talk.

“How long has it been man?” The bouncer said.

“It’s definitely been too long, buddy, but I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to show my friend here a good time,” Ashton said gesturing to me.

I shook Sam’s outreached hand and smiled, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Any friend of Ashton is a friend of mine.”

“Do you think you can let us in? I want to introduce her to Mitchy,” Ashton politely asked.

“Of course, but you know the drill man,” Sam giving a side eye towards the line of hopeful club goers beginning to look towards us.

Ashton nodded understandably and leaned towards me to whisper, “Just go with it.”

Before I could ask what ‘it’ was that Ashton was referring to, Sam started shouting.

“Look dammit, I’m not gonna say it again: if you want in you have to wait in line just like everybody else!”

“Fine! No need to get all testy,” Ashton shouted back while we walked backwards with displeased expressions.

While the people waiting in line hooted their agreements at Sam and went back to their own business, Sam winked at us and let down the rope for us to enter while whispering, “You guys enjoy your night,” with a thumbs-up.

I laughed at the switch in his demeanor and followed Ashton into the building. My eyes glimmered and a smile grew on my face as I looked over the chandeliers and walked down the slightly spiraled staircase past a few bottle girls that could very well be models. The all white decor on the top and bottom levels of the building were being splotched with reflections of the blue pink and green lights from the tiled dance floor and the DJ’s station. I was disrupted from my cotton candy dream when Ashton continued to lead me to the bar where a tattooed man in sunglasses stood.

“Ash is that you?” He called out.

“You’re pretty popular around here, huh?” I asked Ashton with a smirk.

“You could say that,” he chuckled and bro-hugged the man at the bar.

“Is this the pretty girl you were texting me about?” The tattooed pointed towards me, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

Ashton turned beet red and the man stepped up to me, “My name’s Mitchy, one of Ashton’s good friends. Unless I’ve got the wrong glasses on, you must be the birthday girl.”

“That’s right,” I said adjusting my sash so the letters were in the right place. “And this one over here is my event guide for the night,” I said nodding towards Ashton.

“Well he brought you to the right place,” he said leading me to a bar stool and going behind the counter. “First two rounds are on me!”

“Mitch, you don’t have to do that man,” Ashton said waving his hands.

“Nonsense! First round is for her birthday, and the second is for yours,” Mitchy continuing to conjure up a suitable beverage to start the night.

My head quickly whipped around to Ashton with my mouth agape, “When is your birthday?!”

“It might also be tonight,” he said nonchalantly with his fingers interlaced in the countertop.

“Seriously?” I questioned.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he shrugged.

I took the plastic tiara off of my head and placed it on his and said, “Guess who’s the birthday princess now?” making Ashton laugh with an accompanying clap.

Mitchy slid two shot glasses towards us layered with various spirits. Ashton reached for one, but Mitchy lightly swatted his hand away and held up a finger as if to say ‘wait for it’ while pulling a lighter out of his pocket. My eyebrows were furrowed until Mitchy sparked a flame and lit the upper layer of our shots aflame.

“Holy shit. What is that?” I said staring at the beverage.

“It’s informally titled flaming liquid cocaine, but tonight it’s your birthday candle,” Mitchy stated proudly.

“In that case,” Ashton began, “make a wish, princess.”

Mitchy counted us off on three and we blew out the flame, quickly picking up the glass to down the liquid. I shook my head as warmth crept through my belly and up my spine. “Oh my god that tasted like Christmas.”

“Lucky for you, not-so Saint Nick has another one of those coming up,” Mitchy said re-sparking his lighter, making Ashton and I whoop in response.


“What do you mean you can’t dance?” Ashton was baffled bringing me onto the dance floor.

“I said what I said! Unless there’s instructions in the song, I can’t dance for shit!” I told him.

Ashton laced our fingers and brought us closer together, slowly beginning to sway us into the tempo of the upbeat song currently playing, “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Alright, but don’t say anything when I step in your toes,” I retaliated making his glazed eyes squint while he giggled.

As many times as I stumbled, Ashton kept me on my feet and in a great mood. He wasn’t exactly the world’s best dancer either, so most of our dancing was simply us goofing off with each other and singing the lyrics we knew. Eventually the liquor filtered through his system and he got a lot smoother in his movements. 

It was when Ashton began body rolling that a small circle formed in the dance floor around us with other club goers chanting and cheering his freestyle session on. I giggled when he looked around and realized what was happening before setting his eyes on me. He did a dramatic pause and cracked an imaginary whip, making said cracking sound with his mouth. He then whipped the imaginary rope around me, tightening the knot with both hands and started his gradual pull. When the crowd saw I wasn’t shifting with his faux lasso, a few girls behind me gently pushed me towards him. The crowd got louder as we got closer and the drop in the song was approaching. Ashton “released” his lasso and spun me twice into his arms before creating a picture-perfect moment and dipping me at the bass drop of the song, causing the crowd to cheer and applaud.

We fell into a fit of laughter while the crowd went back to their own dancing. He pulled me upright slowly so I wouldn’t get too dizzy. As our giggles faded, our smiles remained as we recognized how close we were in proximity. The DJ switched the song to a slower, more promiscuous one. Ashton brushed the remaining strands of hair out of my face and my breath hitched when he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. I took his hands in mine and slid them down to my hips, both of us swaying and grinding softly to the music. I turned around so his front was pressed against my backside like a second skin. He kept his hands lightly roaming on my sides and thighs, rolling his hips against me while I pushed my ass on him as rhythmically as I could. My head lulled to rest on his shoulder, allowing me to feel how quickly his pulse had gotten from our actions. We continued like that, occasionally altering the pace, until the song ended. We faced each other with flushed cheeks, still close in each other’s arms.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He exhaled.


“Oh my god,” I moaned while throwing my head back.

“Fuck, I know,” Ashton groaned equally satisfied.

The McDonald’s cashier behind the counter judgmentally stared at both of us individually going through our second Big Macs.

“It’s even better than the first one!” He shouted with a mouthful.

I gasped and set my burger down to take the bun off and add French fries into it. When I replaced the bun and took a bite, I nearly melted in my seat. “This is the best night ever,” I said taking a sip of my chocolate milkshake.

“I told you!” Ashton victoriously yelled dipping fries into his shake.

And laughed at his boasting and waved away the few other drunks in the restaurant to high five him.

“I’m now your favorite barkeep and newly officiated birthday buddy,” he smiled. “And why do you keep laughing,” he said giggling himself.

“Because you have really deep dimples so your smile is super cute okay! I mean look at you,” I whisper shouted touching his face. “It’s like you’re sculpted to be perfect,” I commented lowly making him blush further.

“It takes perfection to know it,” he attempted to compliment me back, but the moment was stolen by me laughing at the fact that he was trying to bring his straw to his mouth with his tongue and failing miserably.

“Dammit, I’m trying to say you’re beautiful and I’m fucking it up,” he laughed and covered his face.

I removed his hands from his face and kissed his cheek, making his laughter falter.

“Thank you for tonight,” I smiled.

He smiled back and wrapped me into a side hug, “Right back at ya, birthday princess.”

... that one headcanon where Kirishima speaks more than one language

//… so like I’ve been posting headcanons for Bakugou, and I decided it’s time to present you all with my Kirishima headcanons.. so have fun. Haha! //

Right, what if…

  • Kirishima is not really good with numbers.
  • He doesn’t even know art.
  • Language is his strongest point though (and by extension, memorization).
  • Kirishima is MULTILINGUAL.
  • (You think it’s cool)
  • (It is not)
  • (Kirishima is confused most of the time)
  • (So are the people around him)
  • (Except Bakugou, he thinks everything is hilarious)
  • (SAVE THEM)
  • Because one moment Kirishima’s speaking in Japanese, and next he’s ranting in German
  • (It usually happens when he’s super frustrated at something)
  • (Like SUPER frustrated)
  • “Uhm? Kirishima-kun… what language is that?”
  • Kirishima realizes that he’s no longer speaking in Japanese and apologizes
  • in Dutch
  • Kirishima tried to correct himself
  • and now he’s speaking Russian
  • (Bakugou actually APOLOGIZES for him… sort of)
  • (“He fucking does that all the time. Last time he asked a Japanese man for directions. In KOREAN. It was fucking hilarious!”)
  • (“Oh my god, Bakugou. STOP.”)
  • English?
  • Fluent as fuck.
  • (He got those grammar rules down on point)
  • He speaks Chinese, too.
  • (Easy to learn, easy to speak according to Kirishima)
  • What do you mean Latin is a dead language?
  • It’s very alive when it comes to Kirishima
  • (He may or may not have written love poems for Bakugou in Latin)
  • (He’s totally not keeping those poems inside his bedside drawer)
  • Spanish?
  • (Oh boy do not make him speak in Spanish. He sounds hot when speaking in Spanish)
  • (Too hot there are flames all around)
  • (Do not make him speak in Spanish)
  • Bakugou is also fluent in French.
  • So, Kirishima tried to woo him. In French.
  • (Kirishima serenading Bakugo. In French)
  • (Bakugou thought he was going to die)
  • (Because if Kirishima speaking in Spanish was hot, well let’s just say him speaking in French was like hell on earth)
  • (but in a good way)
  • (very very good way)
  • (Kirishima is never allowed to speak French)
  • (For the sake of Bakugou’s heart)
  • Kirishima actually didn’t understand it himself, but he’s so good at learning languages.
  • (He can be fluent in one language in just two weeks)
  • (Bakugou is shook)
  • (and maybe just a little bit in love)
  • (that’s a lie)
  • (Bakugou’s so fucking ready to get married)
REACTION: BTS when their girlfriends tell them they love their hugs

This was our first reaction and our first request. Thank you so much for requesting

You tell them you love their hugs in a middle of a hug.

Seokjin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

He would probably make a joke out of it. He knows you love his dad jokes so he would use every opportunity he gets to use them on you. He would also use some really bad pickup lines too, so there is a little variety.
“Are you taco meat?”
“What?”
“I’d hope so because I’d love to wrap myself around you.”
“Oh my god”


Yoongi

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

He’d probably smile and hide his face in your hair. He would probably drag you to the nearest couch and cuddle you so you feel his hugs all day.
“Yoongi”
“Mmmm?”
“I need to get up, I’m hungry.”
“But I thought you loved my hugs?”
“I do, I’m just hungry.”
“Fine, but make me something too, all this hugging is exhausting.”


Hoseok

Originally posted by nycbtslover

He would totally start screaming and it would be right in your ear so he would start apologizing immediately after. He would be doing aegyo to make you feel better. Meanwhile this whole time you were cracking up with your hands covering your face and your head swallowed by his chest.
“OH MY GOD! Babe, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to be so loud in your ear I just got really excited.”


Namjoon

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Boy would his dimples show. It would be all you see for days. He would constantly hear your voice saying those words. He would need to hear it again and again because nothing is better than hearing you actually say it.
“What are you smiling about?”
“You,” he would hear you laugh and he would smile more. “I still can’t get what you said out of my head. Could you say it again?”
“You’re so weird.”
“I just love the fact you chose my hugs over anyone else’s.”


Jimin

Originally posted by itschiminie

Jimin would turn into a little ball of fluff. He would blush and start hugging you even tighter. He’d smile so hard his face would squish. He just loves everything about you and when you admit you love something about him he’d be so happy.
“You love my hugs? Well I love you.”
“Oh my god, Jimin!”
“What?”
“Don’t make me blush more than I already am.”


Taehyung

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

He would be confused at first. He’d probably wonder why you said you loved pugs in the middle of a hug. Once he finally got what you said he’s be so fluffy. His box smile would show and he would pull you even closer.
“Tae?”
“Yeah?”
“You know I love you and your hugs, but you know what else I love?”
“What?”
“Air.”
“Oh sorry.”


Jungkook

Originally posted by jkguks

He’d probably wouldn’t know what to do. He would freeze and try to look away from you because he’s afraid of you seeing him blush. Once he had calmed down from his mad blushing he would get so cocky. Like it would be ridiculous. He would tease you every chance he got.
“Jungkook, can you pause the show? I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay, try not to miss my hugs while you’re in there.”
“JUNGKOOK”

They always make shower sex look so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous. (Logan Paul)

Author Notes:  So Logan Paul “pranks” you in his vlog, causing you guys to take a shower, which gets a little heated.  And I’m not just talking about the hot water ;) (sorry.. that was really lame…) I hope you enjoy! :) Xx

Warnings: Heated makeout session, mentions of nudity, slight mention of smut. One swear word.

Word Count: 888

Requested: No, I was just bored and started writing it.


Logan had been making eyes at you throughout this whole section of filming for his vlog.  You being his personal assistant and girlfriend you were always at his place either working or hanging out.  You two had scheduled a movie night, so after you got done working you decided to just stay and hangout until he was done vlogging.  You were currently scrolling through Instagram when you noticed that the apartment had gone quiet.  You look up an empty apartment.  Not thinking twice about it you go back to scrolling, only to be interrupted by a thick slimy substance sliding down your back. “Logan!” You shriek, jumping out of the chair, facing your snickering boyfriend.  Logan, looking at the camera, says, “Logang, I knew that homemade slime would come in handy!”  Turning to he says, “Gotcha babe!! Today’s content has been kind of anti climactic so I had to do something!”  You glare at him, earning a chuckle from Logan.  Turning back to the camera Logan begins the outro, “Alrighty, if you’re not already apart of the Logang like and subscribe, Logang, smash that like button!!  I’ll see you tomorrow, keep being a Maverick.  And as always, take it easy fam, PEACE!” and with that he’s shaking his head towards the camera.  After setting the camera down he walks over to you, standing at the kitchen sink, trying to desperately clean the green goo off of you.  “Babe, you might as well just take a shower, it’s all over your back,” Logan says, going in for a kiss, only to be pushed aside by you with a glare, making a path to the bathroom.  “You want some help with those hard to reach places?  I can definitely help you with that, if you know what I mean,” Logan replies, wiggling his eyebrows at you.  “Will it stop all the remarks?” Logan looks as if he is actually contemplating, “Maybe?”  You roll your eyes, and with a sigh reply, “oh my god, fine.”  You both make your way to the bathroom.  As Logan turns on the water you start undressing.  You barely notice Logan watching you as he slowly starts to undress, but when you do you turn around blushing.  Logan has seen you in the nude plenty of times, but he just makes you feel that giddy, school girl type of way.  Logan noticing your red cheeks, walks up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, trying to not get the green slime all over him.  He kisses your cheek, “Y/N, you’re beautiful, you don’t have to hide from me.”  You turn around and kiss Logan sweetly on the lips, “thanks babe.  Now i’m ready for this shower, and you better be ready to clean this slime off of me.  You made the mess, you clean it.”

“That’s not the only thing i’m ready for,” Logan whispers in your ear, before stepping in the shower and turning around, holding out his hand, to help you in.  As soon as you step in the warm water hits your body and Logan starts cleaning the goo off you.  You can’t help but close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Logan’s hands roaming your body.  As he gets closer to your shoulders and neck you can’t help but let out a soft moan as relaxation and pleasure course throughout your body .  Logan leans into your ear, whispering, “Is someone a little tense?” and with that he starts sucking at the sensitive spot behind your ear, causing you to moan a little louder.  Logan takes that as the green light, turning you around and passionately kissing your lips.  As your tongues battle for dominance Logan slams you against the wall of the shower, causing a shampoo bottle to fall, and land on Logan’s toe.  “Ow, Fuck!” Logan bursts out, looking down at the bottle.  You giggle, loosing the focus of dominance, Logan takes control.  His tongue in full control, you almost melt into the wall of the shower.  With you and Logan getting a lot more handsy, you decide to give Logan something special.  You and Logan switch places, him now pushed against the wall.  You break away and start trailing wet kisses down his jaw, onto his neck, stopping to leave your mark.  “Y/N, baby, at least make them easier to hide, for the vlog,” Logan says chuckling.  You start moving lower, looking up at Logan with a raised eyebrow.  Not breaking eye contact, you start trailing kisses lower and lower down his toned abdomen.  As you move to your knee you loose your foot, slipping.  You reach up and grab Logan’s shoulders, pulling him down with you.  You both land with a thud on the shower floor, Logan on top of you.  You both look each other in the eye, holding contact for seconds, only to be broken by the two of you bursting into fits of laughter.  Logan rolls off of you and tries to fit beside you on the small floor of the shower, and turns to you saying, “they always make shower sex look appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”  You start laughing again.  You turn to him and say, “then maybe we can finish this in the bedroom?”  Logan pecks your lips before pulling you both up off the floor, “I’m down!”


Hope you enjoyed!! Xx

My first impression of every song off the Cherry Bomb album:

Cherry Bomb: IM THE BIGGEST HIT NA NA NA ON THE STAGE NANANA IF YOURE HAPPY NA NA AND YOU KNOW IT NA NA CLAP YOUR HANDS NANA

Running 2 U: WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT BEAT DROP COME FROM !!!!!!! ANd why do I have the sudden urge to belly dance……

0 Mile: You bet your ass I’m not running aLSO THE FIRST SONG I CAN HEAR HYUCK’S VOICE CLEARLY GOD BLESS !!!!!!!

Sun & Moon: Oh shit this is one of those emotional ass songs I’ll most likely end up crying to,,,

Whiplash: I don’t even need to know what the lyrics mean; I already know this song is kinky as hell and definitely my new hoe anthem hE REALLY BROUGHT BACK LONG ASS RIDE !!!!!

Summer 127: *Pauses song* Did he just say “twerking,” “shake that ass,” & “bad ass” ,,,,,

Cherry Bomb (Performance Version): WHO KNEW A SIMPLE DANCE BREAK COULD MAKE A SONG 10X BETTER !!!!!!!!!!!

Ocean soldier (Part 2 out of?)

(A/N): I seriously love mermaid Bucky *sobs* 

Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid

Warnings: none for the time being?

Read the first part: X

(Tags at the end)


Originally posted by lowkeysebastianstan

   (This gif has me feeling so many things??) 

   You had been reluctant to go home that day, you had thoroughly enjoyed your visit with Bucky. The two of you talked…well you had done most of the talking while he sat there in the water and looked at you, occasionally grabbing the pad and pencil to write something to you. You had even managed to get him to crack a smile, not one of the small ones from earlier but a full on wide, toothy grin. It had been adorable…at first, that was until you got a glance at his sharp, jagged teeth. They almost reminded you of shark’s teeth only scarier given they were on a human being and not a marine animal. Something about this guy was seriously off, you knew that much, between the webbing and teeth and the constant need to stay in the water you had figured he was…strange to say the least. These should have scared you away, you should have run as soon as he appeared the second time but you didn’t, instead you sat down on the docks and talked to him until he had to abruptly scurry off at the first sign of people. These were all red flags, you should have talked to someone or reported this man to the police and yet again you didn’t and now here you were, the following day sitting on the dock awaiting for your friend to appear. 

   You doodle a bit, no longer focused on the sunrise as much as your water loving friend who had yet to make an appearance this morning. You gently sketched a face, one with a chiseled jaw and high cheekbones, you doodle some hair, long and matted with water but still gorgeous but what you truly focused on was the eyes. They had to be perfect, they had to capture the essence of curiosity and innocence but they also had to have a deeper, darker tone to them, one that implied this man- whomever he was- had a secret, or a darker side. 

   A soft coo is what pulls you away from your drawing but you don’t even have to look up to know it was. You set your drawing pad aside as you smile at Bucky who smiled right back, showcasing those jagged, knife like teeth. 

   “Hey Bucky,” You murmur quietly, as though scared to break the soothing sounds of the early morning sea. Bucky hums softly as he assumes his regular position, his head tucked upon his folded arms as he looks up at you. Your eyes rake over his form, stopping at his neck as you survey the slices of flesh, moving in time with each breath he took. They sure as hell looked like gills…but that- that wasn’t possible, human beings couldn’t have gills…could they?  Bucky hums again as he looks at you, his brows furrowed in confusion. Guess he’d caught your rather curious gaze “Sorry, um uh- I was just staring at your-” You gesture to his neck, sighing rather loudly. “Okay Bucky, what the hell are those things?” Bucky reaches up with a webbed hand to touch the skin, running his fingers along the ripped flesh before setting his hand back against the dock, looking rather sheepish. “Oh god Bucky-” You sigh, knowing you’ve offended him again with your ignorance. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just-” You gesture to your own neck, revealing the not ripped flesh. “Mine’s different again, see?” Bucky looks back up, his blue eyes traveling over the expanse of your neck. “Do you…do you wanna touch it?” Bucky nods as he leans up a bit, pulling himself up just enough to expose his bare chest. Your eyes rake over his skin, taking in ever piece of smooth, water covered flesh. God- this man…or whatever he is- was beautiful. 

   Bucky makes a little impatient sound in the back of his throat, making grabby hands at you when he realized he couldn’t quite reach your neck. You smile as you lean down a bit, allowing his cool hands to graze your skin. The feeling was…different than expected; his fingers were cool to the touch and most definitely wet but they felt good against your skin. You hum softly as Bucky touches your neck, feeling the difference between your neck and his own. 

   “See? Different right?” Bucky purses his lips and nods, staring down at his own body in what appeared to be shame. Whatever was below the water he obviously didn’t want you to see, the most he had exposed to you was his upper body and even that was strange, you could only imagine what it looked like down below. “Bucky?” You whisper, biting your lip as you contemplate whether the question was worth asking. The man hums as he finally retracts his hand, apparently satisfied with his little inspection. “Can I ask you something kinda of…personal?” Bucky looks at you with squinted eyes, the distrust on his face obvious but nonetheless he nods. “Um, are you- are you human?” Bucky looks up at you with an almost frightened expression, his eyes wide and lips parted. But before you can even begin to repair the damage he disappears, ducking down below the surface just as he had done yesterday. “Wait Bucky!” You cry out as you lean forward, searching the waters desperately but there was no sign of him, the only thing that would have hinted that he was here was by the way the dock was covered in rivulets of water, most likely from his dripping hair. 

   You slump back onto the dock, looking at the waters in surprise. How could he have just disappeared like that? And why did he just disappear like that? You bite your lip in thought as you scan the waters, waiting for any sign of your new friend but there seemed to be none. Even after five minutes you saw no sign of your friend, then ten rolled around, then 20, then 40, but by the time the beach had started to sprout a family or two you realized Bucky wasn’t coming back. You sighed softly as you stood from the dock, grabbing your sketch pad and pencil in disappointment. As you waddled away from the dock you looked back, hoping to catch some glance of your friend but there was none, only the boats and sea so with another sigh you keep on waddling, trying not to let your spirits hurt too much. 


   You returned the next day, with your sketch pad and pencil, awaiting for Bucky. You waited for 3 fucking hours. 3 hours of just sitting and waiting for Bucky to show up. The sun rose, the people arrived and yet here you were waiting all alone on the docks. 

   You sigh as you drag your pencil along your paper, creating nonsensical lines and scribbles. It looked as though Bucky wasn’t going to show this morning and you couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault but you’d remedy this, you’d get Bucky to come back around. 


    For the next two weeks you kept up the same routine, showing up with your sketch pad and pencil, waiting for your strange, water loving friend to show but he never did. The countless hours you spent on those docks waiting for him were painful, they have you time to think about him. Even if you had only known him for 3 days you couldn’t help but feel attached to him and now suddenly he had disappeared. And yet here you were, the third week, and still sitting on the dock waiting for him. This time you had brought your guitar and you were gently strumming on it, humming a solemn song yourself. If you were going to wait out here for hours on end for your non existent friend to show up you had better bring something to entertain yourself since drawing wasn’t doing it for you anymore. 

   You strummed and plucked multiple songs, slowly but surely making your way through every tune you knew how to play. By the time you were done your fingers were aching and the sounds of the beach had gone strong; It had to be noon by the time you finished and surprise, still no sign if Bucky. God- why would he just leave you like this? Why wouldn’t he come back or at least tell you why he had left? Perhaps it was you? Maybe he was tired of you and didn’t want to see you anymore? Perhaps your insistent questions had angered him? 

   A million questions swirl around your mind until you can barely think anymore, your head to jumbled with “maybe’s” and “what if’s”. God- you had really fucked this up. For once you actually liked someone and then you went and fucked it up. If only you had kept your mouth shut, if only you hadn’t been so annoying, if only you could have been better. Tears burn at your eyes and before you know it you’re crying, your tears sliding off and hitting the watery docks. You were so pathetic, you knew a guy for 3 days and then he leaves and you’re this heart Broken? You bury your face in your hands, crying into them like some pathetic cry baby, which you were; The negative thoughts don’t mix well with your already strong feelings of frustration and regret. 

        Your crying is only spurred on by your negative thoughts, both your frustration and self hate brewing together to create the ‘beautiful’ mixture of tears you were experiencing right now. And that’s when you hear it, a gentle but soothing coo amongst the sound of ocean waves and the distant beach goers. You don’t even want to look up for the fear of the noise only being your imagination but suddenly there’s that strange but pleasant hand on your leg, gripping your leg gently. The coo comes again, this time a bit louder and persistent, almost as though Bucky was trying to grab your attention. Even with all your frustration and anger you look up, sniffling a bit as you do. 

    “Bucky…” You sniffle softly, hesitantly meeting the man’s gaze. He coos once again, his bright blue eyes very intently looking at your face. You bite your lip as you look at him, feeling even more pathetic than you did before. You can’t look into those ocean eyes any longer, your shame and embarrassment getting the better of you as you turn your head away from him but before you can there’s a gentle hand on your cheek, wiping away at your tears. You look back at Bucky in surprise, his hand feeling pleasant against your own wet cheek. This the most Bucky had ever touched you, other than when he had touched your neck and hands but this was- this was something else; this was more than those observatory touches, this was something more intimate. You sigh softly, allowing your eyes to flutter close as Bucky’s thumb runs over your cheek, collecting each tear that fell- however they don’t remain closed for long when they’re suddenly shooting back open in surprise. 

   “Please don’t cry…” 


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anonymous asked:

modern au lily headcanons, go!

  • tiny barely five foot redheaded menace she has visible stretchmarks and is kinda on the chubby side. petunia used to call her a cherub which made her cry but now she’s like fuck yeah i’m awesome because fuck whatever her hate filled sister has to say
  • when she was fifteen she got an industrial piercing, and then she pierced her ears again a year later, and the day after her drunken boozy birthday bash she got her first tattoo
  • by the time she’s in her early twenties she has about 7 odd tats all over, some are watercolour, some are monochrome, they’re both hidden and out there for the world to see.
  • she owns about 50 different sundresses and she wears them all the time. fuck pants and fuck sitting like a lady. she paid good money for her underwear and they’re cute. the world deserves to see them.
  • she only wears chucks with them though. her wardrobe is bursting with dresses and skirts and the occasional romper, but she only owns like 3 pairs of shoes: some formal red bottom nude pumps that she saved up for years to buy, a pair of winter boots, and her banged up chucks.
  • james fucking trips over himself when he first sees her. she’s scary… but hot. it doesn’t help that it happens the first and last time she tries to dye her hair, so she’s sporting lilac streaks that clash something awful and guffawing loudly with sirius.
  • absolutely detests beer but will drink any kind of wine no matter how cheap or dry or disgusting it might be. she loves rosé and has like ten different bottles in her flat at all times.
  • speaking of her flat, it’s one room open concept kind of thing the size of a shoebox. she calls it minimalistic, but it’s because she’s a poor uni student. you don’t even have a proper bed frame evans jesus.
  • hates driving unless it’s getting to take sirius’ motorbike out for a spin. they have matching leather jackets. it’s fun.
  • she’s either an instagram beauty queen or a fucking mess there’s no in between. she doesn’t do make up often but when it does her eyeliner could massacre any man who looks her way and her highlight is brighter than the fucking sun. but most times she’s in mismatched knee socks, a dress, no bra, chapped lips, flushed cheeks, and frizzy hair.
  • has had instagram since it’s inception but only has 13 posts up, nine of which are books and coffee that she gets at remus’ shop. she always tags his shop’s official account in them.
  • uses facebook only once a month but she fucking spams everyone within half an hour before logging off again. also tags remus’ bookshop on there too with literary puns. he is not impressed. (she likes to post pictures of loaves of bread that look like dicks on peter’s bakery’s page but he blocked her so she resorts to tagging his personal account instead.)
  • she’s kind of a stoner. just a little bit. it started at a party back in uni and she doesn’t do it often, but she knows how to roll a blunt like a pro and has 7 ‘not the weed guy’ contacts on her phone.
  • because she always wears dresses she never has actual functional pockets so she’s always lugging around hug handbags filled with snacks, extra water bottles, a first aid kit, a power bank, extra pads and tampons, at least 5 different shades of red lipstick, and pretty much anything you could think of.
  • she’s a meme queen, always up to date on the latest meme and always sharing them on the groupchat. peter was scared of the spongebob one at first.
  • mooches off of james’ netflix account. he’s changed the password a hundred times but she’s always finding her way back in so he just gives up and lets her even though all she watches is repeats of brooklyn nine nine, parks and rec, and those weird food network things that he never understands.
  • she eats like a toddler, he idea of cooking is just like microwaveable chicken nuggets or something. and she will eat anything once it’s covered in salt or ketchup. it drives sirius ‘food snob’ black crazy because ‘no lily you have chicken mcnuggets and stirfry mixed together what the fuck
  • her bad eating habits also drive james ‘health conscious nerd’ potter up a wall because ‘what do you mean breakfast was five rice kripsy treats and a pack of thin mints oh my god you’re going to get diabetes before you’re thirty’
  • he starts buy her groceries after that and she would be upset but she’s a cheapskate so the money she would have spent goes towards her new phone fund because she’s been using a shitty little android for 3 years it’s time for an upgrade.
  • of course, she doesn’t know about half the shit james buys (what the fuck is chia seeds potter?’ ‘put them in your water and drink it’ ‘it’s disgusting’ ‘it’s healthy.’ ‘i rather eat a triple cheeseburger and die at the ripe old age of 32′)
  • she doesn’t know how to cook it either so that means he’s over cooking for her most nights. the two of them together. alone.
  • he grudgingly grows to like rosé
  • lily asks him out after a month or so very cool and casually like ‘oh hey you know if we were dating you could just stay over instead of taking the train back home we should do that it would solve a lot of problems.’
  • it makes him drop the rice he’s working on, but it doesn’t matter because dinner is cold as a dog’s nose by the time they’re ready for it if ya catch my drift.
The Intern


Today was the day. It was your first day interning with BigHit so you could bulk up your college applications. You were so excited that you got in to the prestigious scheme. On the way in, all the other interns and yourself included had been talking about how cool it would be if you were assigned to shadow staff from one of their groups. Of course, BTS was on everybody’s minds since who wouldn’t want to be in the same space as them. You all knew it was highly unlikely, since most of you were 17 and right in their fan range. 

You’d probably freak too. 

“Doesn’t Yoongi look amazing there?” Sin-ho, a girl you had met on the way in looked up dreamily at the poster of Min Yoongi, one of the main rappers. He did look amazing, and you couldn’t help the smile form on your face.

“Right, welcome to BigHit Entertainment. This is our second year hiring interns and we’re pleased to offer the opportunity again to the producers and business executives of tomorrow.” A strict looking lady dressed in a grey suit bellowed as you all gathered in a line.

You counted how many of you there were, 6. Wow, to think that out of– 

“6! There are 6 of you who made it here, out of the 600 applications we received. We’ve chosen you because we think you all seem like the most professional, intelligent, well behaved and opportunistic from all applications we received.” You couldn’t hide a smirk creeping up on your face. They chose 6 interns this year because last year, 15 of the 35 that ended up here left work early to hunt down BTS even though they were on tour. From inside sources, it was a nightmare. 

“Let’s lay some ground rules first. 1. Remain respectful at all times. 2. Don’t stray where you’re not suppose to. There will be consequences. 3. Respect the privacy requests of our artists. This means, no fan requests, no taking pictures and absolutely no inappropriateness. “ 

Damn, you thought. You had hoped you could at least get some autographs signed. You reminded yourself you were here for business, it was laced all over your application which is probably why they chose you. You hadn’t mentioned your adoration for BTS at all. 

“Now, I’m going to assign you to your teams. Y/N, Sin-ho and Eun will be working with makeup team 1 in room 2.34…” You listened carefully to be disappointed. 

Make up? 

Did they chose you because your eyeliner was mostly always on point? You wanted to see some real action, how profits grow, accounts rise and heck even seeing what PR do would be cool. But, make-up seriously? It was difficult to hide the disappointment from your face. What was even weirder was that you glanced to Eun and Sin-ho, who looked like they’d just won the lottery. Their eyes were beaming. 

For a guy who looked super masculine too, you were confused by Eun who looked excited. 

Sin ho shot you a smile that couldn’t contain itself, which was a contrast against your sadness. 

The grey suit lady left after giving the other 3 the PR department which you envied, you had now labelled her the  glass ceiling conformer since she assigned you to something so petty. The others were all guys too, and they got PR!

You tried to tell yourself experience was experience, but cleaning make-up brushes. Yeah, that’ll help me doing accounts in college. Bitch. You thought.

“Why are you so sad?! Don’t you know what this means?” Eun practically screamed as you guys started walking to find the room.

“Talking for hours about shades of concealer? I watch youtube tutorials for that.” You said in defeat. 


Sin ho laughed. 

“You really don’t know what this means do you?” 

Your eyes were nearly popping out, because hell- you didn’t. You couldn’t understand how these guys would be so excited to clean makeup brushes.

“The makeup team get to follow BTS around all day. This is what it means!” 

Oh

“I GET TO TOUCH JIMIN’S FACE. THOSE CHEEKS. OH MY GOD.” Sin ho was hyperventilating. 

“Boy, you must have really made it sound like you hate the guys in the application and interview. I thought they had a strict no fan girl hiring policy.” Eun said, adjusting his bow tie. 

“Pfft, I have my ways.” Sin-ho replied. 

“You better not fangirl in front of them, you’ll be out in an instant.” You reminded her, as glass ceiling conformer had made really clear in her speech. 

Inside though, you probably had to control yourself. You had to remind them they were just normal guy–

Eun found the door and knocked. 

Shit, you weren’t ready. 

“Interns! Come in!” A lady pulled you all into a room with mirrors and dressing tables, MAC would be proud looking at the display. 

“Welcome! Ah, don’t they look cute? How old are you all? My my my, these two are beauties!” The plump woman said, pinching your cheeks and Sin- Ho’s. 

You followed convention and said it would be an honour to work under her, and she said there was no need for such formalities. 

“Are you girls fans of BTS?” She asked. Before we could reply, another woman came in. 

“For your internship, don’t be. The least we need is fangirls ruining their privacy. Give me your phones.” The slender woman was dressed in a pinstripe dress and held her hand out. 

You obliged with the others, even though you were furious inside to hand over your phone. 

“You. How tight is your shirt?” The pinstripe woman asked, to which you gave her a confused look. What sort of question was that?

“Why, is it bad?” You couldn’t help but say. This was a standard shirt. Fashionable, cute, sure- I guess some might say sexy if they were perverted. 

“We don’t want anyone to look like they’re here to seduce the boys.” She stated blutly. You nearly choked. 

Gosh, what was up with these people?! 

“I’m sorry, I’ll wear something more loose fitting tomorrow.” You bowed your head in embarrassment. 

“And you. That dress just won’t do. Come with me.” The woman said to Sin-Ho, whose mouth looked like it would land on the floor. What kind of shit was this? Sin-Ho’s dress was business cute. 

“What about Eun? His bow ties too sexy.” You blurted, to which you instantly regretted. Eun got your joke, as he smiled. 

“Good thing there aren’t any girl groups here.” She said, before taking Sin- Ho away to change. 

“And such disrespect has earned you an extra task you won’t find out until later today. My name is Ms. In-Dong. I am your supervisor and worst nightmare here.” She said, and walked away. 

The plump lady was much nicer. 

“Ah, so young.” She looked dreamily at us. 

“Ah, that should be the boys!” 

You heard some loud, masculine voices before they came inside. It was surreal actually seeing them, since well- your contact with them was through your laptop on weekends watching videos. 

“Ajumma! My face is so puffy today.” Jin, gosh it was so cool to hear his voice in real life, yelled before taking a seat near you. He looked at himself in the mirror and patted his face. 

“Jin’s face is always puffy.” Jimin said, that signature on his face as he took a seat and looked into the mirror. 

The rest of the boys looked tired, but they took their seats too. It took them a moment or two to clock that it wasn’t just their Ajumma in the room, but two other 17 year olds. 

“Ah, Eun can you pass me the bottle over there?” Ajumma forgot to introduce you guys, but it looked like Eun got the better end of the stick since he was actively doing something as the plump Ajumma got to work on Jin’s face. He was holding the bottle and dabbing cotton wipes every now and then to pass to Ajumma, he was probably star struck himself. 

You on the other hand, had recovered quickly. You were right at the edge, noticing how the rest of the guys were on their phones. 

“Coffee please?” Jimin asked, to which Ajumma looked at you.

“Uh, sure. What would you like?” You asked, but you couldn’t help your voice stutter because well- you were talking to Jimin. 

“Latte please, two sugars.” You quickly noted it down on the reporters notebook you had.

Before you left, you plucked up the courage to ask the others. 

“Would you guys like anything?” You asked. 

Their eyes rose up to meet yours. 

“Latte, 1 sugar. Capuccino, no sugar. Espresso, 1 shot. Americano, please.” You quickly noted down the orders. 

“Sure.” You said, and then asking Ajumma where to go. 

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After coming back with trays of coffee, the boys were now in a different room you learnt. They were practicing. 

You didn’t bother knocking since they were busy, but left the steaming trays on the table in the practicing room. Whilst you were on your way out, the boys were intently listening to their dance instructor. What you clocked though, was Jungkook looking at you as you left the room. 

He was so beautiful, you thought.

“Ah, yet so forbidden.” Sin Ho jumped out, now dressed in a more conservative top and trousers. You were glad she could keep her heels at least. 

“How’d you guess?” You asked, walking back to the makeup room. 

“Please, how could you not guess? You’ve just come out of a room with the hottest guys in Kore practicing all sweaty. I don’t need to be a genius hun.” She giggled. 

You rolled your eyes, in frustration- she was so correct. 

For the rest of the day, you had done the less exciting part of being on the make up team- washing brushes. 

“This is not Min Yoongi’s shade. How could they put this on him?” Sin Ho said, looking at a concealer stick labelled with Yoongi. 

You were bored out of your mind after you had deposited the 200th brush in the sink to soak. 

“So, is this what entails following them around?” You asked, because that would be more fun than this. 

“At least you got to see them this morning whilst the witch made me change.” 

“You. Sin- Ho. Can you hold a camera?” The glass ceiling woman asked. You were both startled, hoping she hadn’t heard Sin Ho call her a witch.

“Y-yes.” She replied.

“We need someone to hold the camera for Eat Jin. Come with me.” Glass ceiling woman said.

Sin Ho looked to Eun and you. She made an excited expression before going into professional mode. 

“Of course.” She said, getting up to follow the woman out of the room.

“I touched Jin’s face today.” Eun said, trying to mimick our wonder at the boys. 

“Stop it dude, they probably feel cool around you.” You said, pushing his arm playfully.

“They’re pretty cool. Yoongi showed me this game on his phone that he plays, we exchanged ID’s. Don’t tell Sin Ho, she’ll freak.” He winked. 

You laughed, before being interrupted by the kinder and plump makeup artist. 

“You guy’s should go for lunch. The canteen’s across the hall. Forgive me for forgetting!” She yelled, before coming in to usher you out. 

“I’m starving.” You said, noticing how you hadn’t had anything since that cereal bar and glass of orange juice for breakfast this morning. Your mother had even texted you to ask if you had eaten, but you didn’t wanna make her feel bad. 

“Adult life seems so dull.” Eun said, noticing the middle aged men pour out of a conference room.

“I’m having a party this weekend, can’t wait to get wrecked.” He said. 

“If we survive by the end of this week, count me in. Anything to numb down the boredom I have cleaning brushes right now.”

The posh canteen was largely empty, apart from to your surprise- Jungkook sitting down with his plate and on his phone. 

Eun and you got your food, but you nudged to Eun looking at Jungkook.

“Isn’t that disturbing him?” Eun asked.

“No, no one likes eating alone!” You whispered back, before taking the lead to sit down in front of him. 

“Hey man.” Eun said, smiling. 

“Hi.” He said, putting down his phone. 

“Mind if we sit here, we just didn’t want to impo-” You said, but Jungkook cut you off.

“It’s fine, I don’t like eating alone anyway. I came in to eat late since I was annoyed with not perfecting this move at practice.” He said, a shy smile on his face. 

“Wow, the food here is good.” Eun said, starting to make conversation. 

“Really? Is food at schools any better?” Jungkook asked, curious about Eun’s discovery.

“Ah, school food sucks. I can’t wait to just get out and get to college. No more surprise Wedneday.” Eun shivered, mentioning the surprise Wednesday meals everyone was familiar with. 

“They still do that? It’s been a while since I was at regular school.” Jungkook said. 

You guys then started to make small talk, and what you didn’t expect was to find out how humble and quickly Jungkook opened up to you. He was shy at first, but one meal completely made you, Eun and Jungkook actually bond. 

“I don’t get to speak to people my age much. This was a nice break. I’ll see you guys around.” Jungkook said, getting up .

You smiled and waved goodbye, to which he waved back. He was still a little shy around you though, but you could work on it.

Had you just become friends with Jeon Jungkook of BTS?

You actually had. 

That night, when your mother asked how your first day interning went, you said great. 

“Make any new friends?” She asked. 

“Omoni, I became friends with a kpop star. I think I’ve had a good day.” You said over dinner.

“Aish, is he cute?” She asked. To that you blushed, of course he was mega cute. You let the conversation flow to other things though, but safe to say- you’re new friend was in the back of your mind. 

The next few days at work saw you flit around different departments, and you enjoyed PR a lot. You also had the pleasure of bumping into Jungkook at lunch, who would tease you about your day and you would vice versa. 

“It’s Fridaaaaay.” You said, seeing him already sat down to eat. His plate was untouched, he actually waited for you. “I’m so happy for the weekend.”

“Hahaha, how fun would it be to have nothing to do on a Satuday. I, on the other hand, have to get up bright and early for comeback interviews and then a performance.” Kookie said, starting to eat his food.

“Are you performing at KBS? My friend got me tickets to see you guys.” You said. 

He smiled. “Really? Come and see me backstage.” He looked hopeful. 

“I wasn’t planning on going.” You admitted, truth be told- you just wanted to sleep and watch netflix the entire weekend after running around here at work. You also had a science paper due. 

Jungkook pouted. 

“Is this your aegyo? Gosh, I’m so offended.” You said, faking how his aegyo wasn’t the cutest thing ever. 

“I’ll go on one condition.” You said, ready to tease him.

“What?” He asked, interested.

“Take your shirt off during your performance.” You grinned.

“Isn’t that a little provocative for a little girl like you to see?” Jungkook leaned in towards the table. 

Hold up, is he flirting with me?

This was so against internee rules. 

You couldn’t help your reply though. 

“You really think I look little?” You asked, because you knew very well that Kookie had been checking you out a few times over the past few days when you came in with your coffee run for him and left them whilst they practiced. 

He bit his lip as he gwaned out his smile. 

“You do realise, taking my shirt off just wouldn’t be for you? It would be for everyone.” He said.

“Why should it be for me? I’m not with you.” You replied back. 

“I’m asking as a fan, and as a friend who’ll probably use your awkward shirt take off as some sort of payback.”

“Friends have numbers. “ He said, ignoring your last comment and taking your phone. 

He dialled in his details, before winking. 

“Come please.” He said.

“I’m technically your intern, it’s weird if anyone sees.” You said. 

He sighed in frustration. 

“I hate these rules.” He sighed again, leaning back to get his head together before getting up. 

“I’ll be in the crowd.” You said, “save the VIP meet Jungkook thing after I finish interning.” 

“Don’t finish, whose gonna keep me company on my lonely lunch?” He pouted, which seriously ruined you.

So your friendship with Jungkook became much, much more friendly. You were now texting at work, he was at one end of the building and you were at another. You were texting when you were home, sending memes to each other and everyone tried to tease you about the constant smile on your face. 

Jungkook: Coffee please. 

Y/N: Now? I’ve nearly finished work Kookie. 

Jungkook: Kookie? I’m an oppa to you little girl, an oppa who needs coffee to get me through this recording session. You still have 5 minutes. 

Y/N: You know my time schedule? Stalker. 

Jungkook: COFFEEEEEEE, DONUTS, CREAM, Oh please get me a muffin.

Y/N: Didn’t you complain about how your scientific workouts were suffering as a result of my amazing cupcakes I brought in the other day? Now you want muffins?

Jungkook: Just see me before you leave, little girl. Coffee in hand or else you’re not leaving till me. 

You sighed, Jungkook left at a crazy time. That meant you could do, because he’d probably complain to glass ceiling woman and make you stay. 

What you didn’t expect to see in the coffee room was a flustered looking Sin Ho, and Min Yoongi? What the-

Did they have-, no, they coulnd’t have. You were surprised. 

“Hi. Y/N, coffee?’ She asked, putting her, oh my god freshly fucked looking hair into a neat pony tail. 

You looked at Yoongi, cool and calm guy couldn’t control his shock you had come in. 

“I didn’t know you drunk coffee so late.” Sin Ho said.

“I don’t, it’s for Jungkook. I’ll do it.” You said, taking over and fixing a cup of coffee and taking a muffin out of the cupboard. 

“I’ll keep quiet.” You whispered in her ear, before taking a quick glance at Yoongi and walking out. 

Did they seriously just have sex in the coffee room? Whilst you were making friends with Kookie, Sin Ho was clearly doing something of her own. 

You shivered. 

The recording room was empty apart from Kookie sitting there, writing.

“Coffee and a muffin. Now I’d really like to go home…” 

“Sit down Y/N. You haven’t spoken to me since lunch.” Kookie dragged you down. 

“I will, if you write me a song.” You said, teasing. 

“Is this just because I’m an idol! You wouldn’t ask one of your 17 year old buddies this!” 

You pouted in return, “but you’re not like them”. 

“I’m better, right?”

You rolled your eyes nodding. 

“I have a date tomorrow though, so you can’t keep on asking for coffee right before I leave.” You warned, remembering you’d been set up. 

Jungkook looked at you cocking his head. 

“Date?” 

“What kind of date?” He asked, eyes piercing into you.

“A hot one I hope.” You replied, noticing his sudden change of personality.

“How old is he?” He asked, sticking his tongue into his check.

“I don’t know, probably my age.” You said, kinda disappointed. You were more mature for 17, so an 18 year old date would probably be fun for you. 

Jungkook was silent for a bit.

“What do you want to happen at this date?” He asked.

You laughed. “Kookie, you want me to tell you how I plan to seduce a guy?” 

Kookie raised his eyebrows.

“Seduction from a little girl like you shouldn’t be happening.”He stated as-a-matter-of-fact.

“I’m great at seduction actually, for a ‘little girl’.” You mimicked his words, noting his eyes darkening.

This was weird, an interesting new development. He put his hands together and smiled. 

“Why don’t you practice on me?” He asked, challenging you. 

“I’m doing it now, aren’t I?” You challenged back, biting your lip. 

“Clever girl. You’ve been secretly seducing me for a while. Don’t think I haven’t noticed…” He said.

You laughed, body on edge as you straightened your posture.

“Like what?” You now batted your eyelids. 

“Cute skirts showing off your legs, tight shirts, lip biting, dark and twisty moments when you just stare into space- you’d get an A if you studied a class on seduction.” Kookie said. 

You were faltering, because his voice now sounded like honey. 

Kookie got up and took a step towards you, putting his arms around your chair and leaning down.

“I think we’ve been friends for a while now, don’t you?” He said into your ears.

You bit your lip out of habit this time, unsure of if this was going to a place you wanted. 

You looked down to see a bulge gorging out of Jungkook’s tight trousers. 

“Need h-help?” You timidly blurted, because your throat was now dry with need and your body was on edge.

Jungkook smirked. 

“Don’t go out on that date tomorrow and you can help me.” He said.

“Jeon Jungkook, you can’t hide me from other men.” You said. 

Jungkook smiled cockily again.

“What If I want to? What If I don’t want you batting your eyelashes at anyone else but me?” He teased, taking you arms up and pushing you towards a wall. 

You were blushing furiously, because his words crept up on you like a soft caress. 

“Friends don’t do that Jungkook.” You said, your reply was breathy and hot. 

“Go on that date tomorrow and we won’t be friends anymore. Don’t go out on that date, and we certainly won’t be friends. You’ll be with me.” He said, burning his eyes into you. 

“I don’t want to be friends with you Y/N. Not anymore. I can’t stand the thought of you with someone else.” 

“I want you to be mine.” Jungkook took your hands and placed him by his chest, and you leaned in naturally. His eyes bore into yours, and the tension between your bodies was rising with each moment. 

“It’s against the rules.” You tried to stay firm, remembering what you saw with in the coffee room.

“No one has to know until your internship finishes. It’s our secret.” He said, eyes pleading.

“Okay.” You said, releasing the lip you had been biting all this time.

Jungkook let you go before he said he’d lose control and make you both do something you regretted. You cancelled your blind date that evening and tried to get your head around what had happened. You knew you liked Jungkook, hell, really liked him. Throughout this internship, you picked up on his likes and dislikes, hopes, dreams, whatever- there was some way that both of you just meshed. Really well. 

You noticed how shy he was around other people, but with you- it was like he just got you. There was even a limit to being comfortable with Eun, and at first- you were within that limit but then he grew out of it. 

The next day, work continued and you barely had a chance to see Jungkook apart from lunch, where the atmosphere was sensually tense. His smiles were laced with suggestiveness, jokes were flirty-dirty and you were treated like a girlfriend. Light touches, laughs, a peck on the cheek that left you dizzy. 

Were, you- Jungkook’s girlfriend? 

Later that evening, as expected- you made your way into the recording room to meet up with Jungkook. To your surprise, there was a picnic rug and flowers and tea lights.

“I’m sorry we can’t go out out, so I thought I’d bring out here.” He smiled, taking you to sit down on the rug. 

Your heart nearly melted. 

“No ones done this for me before.” You said. Well, you were 17 and the most your dates had done were driven you around the city. Jungkook carefully planned this all out, on top of his mad schedule. 

This was thoughtful.

“You clearly haven’t had a boyfriend as amazing as me.” Jungkook said, opening up a picnic basket. 

“Thank you.” You said, and Jungkook shut you up with a kiss. 

“If you’re my girlfriend, you do realise this is going to be a basic thing. This is standard.” Kookie said, popping a grape in his mouth. 

You laughed.

“I didn’t know I hurt your pride.” 

“Jeon Jungkook’s girlfriend deserves the best.” He smiled at you. It was that smile you fell for the first time you saw him. 

“I’m not too young for you oppa?” You teased, noticing how he hadn’t called you little girl today.

Jungkook’s demeanour suddenly changed. 

“Oppa…” He drawled.

“Oppa really wants you to sit on his lap.” He said, cocking his head to one side. 

You played along, and crawled over to him until you were sat on his lap. Gosh, his thighs were glorious.

Jungkook’s eyes burned into yours, and you met him leaning in. A heated kiss turned out into a full blown body session, where your clothes and Jungkook’s were getting in the way of what was now edging onto something much more sensual. 

“Fuck”. Jungkook said, noticing how his control of your hips had you grinding your self back and forth on them.

“Oops, looks like we have a little problem.” You said.

“Little?” Jungkook cocked his head, pushing himself up against you. 

“Okay, big.” You said back, noticing how delicious the friction was.

“Baby, let’s stop for tonight.” He said, because it would take some time before you were fully ready. Inside he knew that you were 17, and that taking a step too far would be bad. 

“Why? We’re doing great.” You said, trying to resume your actions. 

“We are. But I’m older here, and I need to control myself for both our sakes. This stuff isn’t kids play, we both need to be ready. When do you turn 18?” Jungkook asked. 

You sighed.

“It’s just a number.” 

“But I care.” He shot back.

“May. Does this mean you’re not going to touch me?” You sighed in frustration.

“I will, just not in the way you want. This is my limit.” 

You were annoyed beyond belief, but you knew Jungkook was doing it because he thought it was the right and responsible thing to do. You coulnd’t help but frown though.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be able to walk for a week after you turn 18.” He whispered in your ear. 

You blushed furiously. 

“Now, let’s just be a good couple, okay?” 

You nodded. It was the start of something new, which you were excited about and nervous. You were going against the rules, but it felt worth it knowing that you’d get Jungkook at the end. 

From there, in a dimly lit recording studio- you and Jeon Jungkook started a beautiful story. It was your first date, and it was one that you’d tell him about a year later, and a year after that. 

Your relationship had only just begun. 

AN: This was so fun to write, I just love Jungkook here. He’s such a bias wrecker. Thanks for the request anon! 

anonymous asked:

More bachelor au pls

okay, so phichit is a producer on the bachelor and also good friends with katsuki yuuri, one of the top world male figure skaters, right?  and he knows that yuuri struggled a lot last season and is considering retirement, and he has this Grand Idea, which is to get yuuri to be The Bachelor for the show’s 867th season.  “being on a reality show will get your mind off of skating during the off season,” phichit promises. “there’ll be challenges, romance, it’ll be harmless fun.”

“i don’t know about romance,” yuuri says, but he says sure, and when he looks at the contract, he asks phichit, “so The Bachelor is like… twenty bachelors just living in a house together?”

“sure!” phichit says, because he really has yuuri’s best interests at heart, okay. 

yuuri doesn’t realize what he’s got himself into until he’s standing on the steps of this mansion in a tuxedo that the wardrobe department provided, and these guys keep stepping out of limos and introducing themselves to him with these double entendres, and half of them are dental hygienists and another quarter of them work in the stock market, and they are all very, very handsome.  “excuse me,” he hisses at executive producer victor nikiforov, “what is going on?” and then, “what do you mean they’re here for me, why would– oh my god, oh my god, this is the worst thing i’ve ever done,” and it takes victor nikiforov’s soothing hands and nice smelling broad chest against his face and strong arms around him and encouraging words to get back on those stairs because at the end of the day, yuuri signed a contract.

after meeting all of the “guests” (”suitors!” yuuri hisses at phichit upstairs in an empty bedroom used for the production staff, “you didn’t tell me all the other bachelors would be SUITORS. SUITING ME”), yuuri proceeds to go downstairs, wind his way through a series of men that he’s supposed to give a welcome speech to, and finds the bar in back and manages to get endearingly annihilated. even the men who wanted to get on the show for exposure and not to find true love are like, holy shit.  he’s not a ten.  he’s an eleven. he doesn’t register on any scale.  everyone is smitten, even executive producer victor nikiforov, who hasn’t been excited with being on The Bachelor project for the past half decade.