the better to wrap around you

anonymous asked:

I'm really struggling with figuring out mirror heads!! How do you draw them? Do got tips? (Luv Rin. Rin is good. Will doddle one day)

Sure! I am Not Great at tutorial stuff but this is pretty much how I handle heads, I hope this makes sense ;O;

I prefer to work out a simple base shape before anything - in Rin’s case her head is kind of teardrop-shaped.

So from the top she’s pretty much a teardrop, and from the side she looks like a pointy dog snake. Don’t forget the pivot point where the jaw opens, that will help you a lot with expressions and structure:

I still struggle with angles and 3D-ness in general, but that stuff always gets better with practice.
If I want to get a bit more detailed and snarly then I still work from that basic teardrop head, sort of carving away at the mouth area. I think of the face as a wrapping around the skull. Pulling back the lips will scrunch up the face, and reveal more teeth and gum.

I tend to add horns/fins afterwards.
Oh and of course you can play with all kinds of face shapes :0

As always I’d suggest looking at animals for reference if you’re having trouble. Dogs, lizards, dinosaurs, whatever you’re feeling - skulls can be particularly useful to look at. :]

Hopefully that helps a bit!

bring your good times and your laughter

amy santiago is the youngest captain in nypd history, and a freakout of corresponding magnitude ensues (feat: mentions of peraltiago babies, husband of the year detective jake peralta, and a ref to kokomo). title from celebration. as always, i owe my life and all my worldly possessions to @jakelovesamy and @elsaclack. also on ao3

The door shuts behind Captain Amy Santiago (she’s been in official possession of that title for a full three hours, and she has every intention to use it on even her takeout orders, just to hear the sound). The click of the doorknob is louder than expected, and she pauses for a moment, hand hovering, to see if anyone outside noticed, but the chorus of “Celebration” is blasting so loudly that the blinds are rattling against the windows. She shuts them, suppressing a reflexive sigh at the thought of the confetti littering the bullpen - her bullpen - and focusing on the overwhelming joy of this moment.

She moves behind her desk, savoring the feel of the new, heavy medals against her shoulder and the hat resting atop her perfectly smooth bun (she’d spent at least an hour ensuring every hair was in place. It could’ve been half that time, but Rae and Ana, nothing short of tornadoes, had spun through their bathroom halfway through the preparations, already in their pajamas for the babysitter, to grab Amy by the bun and plant large toddler kisses on her forehead, leaving bumps in Amy’s ponytail that refused to settle). Her desk is nearly bare, with only two framed photos perched below her desktop. There hasn’t been time for case files to accumulate, for her detectives and beat cops to need signatures or approvals or second opinions. The thought of the work excites her and terrifies her simultaneously, and it’s only as she’s sitting at this desk, so similar to that of her mentor’s, two precincts over, that the gravity of her situation hits her.

She, Captain Amy Santiago, is the youngest captain in NYPD history.

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Love at First Bite - Meetings (Kyungsoo, Pt. 1) [CHRONICLES OF THE WOLF SERIES]

Guess which handsome wolf just came to town! :3 Enjoy, sweets ♥

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You tucked the final covered dish into the third of the large baskets with a proud sigh. Finally, everything was ready. Three big baskets full of food to feed a pack of hungry… werewolves.

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“I’m stuffed.” His voice was low and rough as he took his spot next to you on the couch. Your friends had just left and the dishes were still piled high in the sink but you and Niall couldn’t be bothered to mess with them yet. You let out a sigh as you rested your head on his chest as his hands rested behind his head.

“Never doing that again.” You mumbled causing him to laugh as his eyes slowly closed. You smiled as you remember the look on Niall’s face when you first told him you wanted to host a Friendsgiving dinner at the house you two shared. He was nervous because thanksgiving wasn’t something he was used to celebrating but you reassured him that you were a pro and it would be fun.

“Ya cook better than anyone I know love,” he moved one hand from behind his head so he could rest his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer to him. “Never eatin again.” You rolled your eyes and you placed your feet into the ottoman in front of you.

“You say that now, but I have a cheesecake in the fridge that says otherwise.” You looked up at him and when he cracked one eye open to look at you all you could do was laugh.

“Well I’m not eatin again today.” You felt him place a kiss to the top of your head and you smiled as you wrapped an arm around his waist and snuggled into him some more.

Soon you two were drifting off to sleep enjoying the warmth that was coming from the fireplace and the sound of soft music you had playing in the background. This was the best way to end a day that was full of laughter, wine, good food and even better company, wrapped up in Niall’s arms cuddled on the couch.

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Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.

(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)

Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.

In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.

Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.

I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.

On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off. 

TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.

BTS Reaction | Lazy Sex

Requested by Anonymous, “do you do reactions? if so, pls do a bts one where they have lazy sex (while watching tv, eating, etc). Only if you’re okay with it!”

Note → This is my first reaction..oh god, feedback is very much appreciated! ♡  


Jin — Pizza box laying forgotten on the coffee table, the television flashed softly while humming in the background. His sweats were pulled down all the way to his ankles as you sat on top of him, chests pressed together while you moved slowly and his eyes were locked on the screen. Gulping his last remains of munched food lightly, he wrapped an arm securely around your waist as his hand cupped your breast while leaning his head against the couch.

“You sleepy, jagiya?” He whispered into your ear whereas you only nodded, “then let me wake you up.”

Originally posted by ksjknj


Suga — Darkness poured into the room like water, and beneath the various shadows, he watched you slowly take him in before his dick disappeared into you and he suddenly couldn’t help but shut his eyes at the sight. Why was actually seeing you do all the work in such a lazy manner so appealing to him? He let out a soft breath of air, only for you to stop all movements. “Are you seriously sleeping?” You asked, annoyed, slowly pulling yourself off from him but before he can see his penis flop onto his chest — he was quick in sheathing himself back into your warmth.

“No, babe,” he whispered, yawning softly, “I’m just enjoying the show.”

Originally posted by sugaa


J-Hope — To him, nothing was as amazing as feeling the chimney burn inside the empty home while watching you writhe beneath him and whine at his lazy way of having sex. His movements weren’t fast, but they were powerful, an idle way of letting himself enjoy the cosy atmosphere with his head digging into your neck. “Hoseok,” you said, earning a hum from the man as you felt his rod brush against your soft bundle of nerves — nails instantly digging into his skin as your breaths became heavier. “you need to—“

Yelping as his finger instantly reached down to your clit, massaging the soft pearl and sending shivers down your spine from the added stimulation, he smiles. “Is that better?”

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RapMonster — Sitting on his lap, you watched the movie playing along the screen intently — occasionally moving your hips as he would be able to feel your warm walls engulf him full. Taking a sip of his drink and placing it onto the coffee table, one of his strong arms wrap around your waist to pull your back against his chest as the others slithers down to your core; suddenly leaving you a mess. “I don’t know what you’re enjoying more.” He whispers huskily, slamming into you once as he feels you weaken in his arms, “the television, or me.”

And it isn’t long until his fingers abuse your clit in hazardous motions, leaving the television totally forgotten.

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Jimin — Sunlight seeping through the sheer and flowy curtains, your eyes are filled with unshed tears as Jimin lays on top of you — not even trying to make any effort towards your love making while moving softly as he kissed you passionately. With every soft flick of his hips, he was spot on in hitting g-spot as your moans drowned into his mouth. Breaking the kiss as he began to leave soft nibbles against your collarbone, you gasp out, “stop going easy on me.”

With a harsh, unexpected slam into you that sends your ability to think down the drain, he stops completely. “What?” He smirks, feigning innocence as he crinkles his nose. “You told me to stop.”

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V — Turning off his video game controller while placing it aside, you raise an eyebrow as you let yourself sink into his dick for who knows how many times that night. “Aren’t you going to play that?” You question as he lays back onto the bed while watching you ride him lazily; giving you a small boxy smile as his large fingers tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear before clasping your hips tightly. “I thought you–“

“Love being with you? Yeah,” he whispers, gripping into your skin as his hips crash into your bottom with a jump, your body quickly falling weakly into his chest as he began to take over the ministrations. “so much.”

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Jungkook — Riding him indolently as you were pressed flushed into his chest, the sounds of him jabbing the buttons of his controller echoed around the room along with various sound effects from his video game. He was watching the flat screen from over your shoulder, and when he suddenly jumped in glee at beating someone from across the world only to hear you moan and clench his rod within your walls — the control slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the floor.

Yet, he didn’t care, only leaving a trail of kisses on your skin while grasping your buttocks as his attention was finally on you.

Originally posted by byeoltan


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Louis C.K. breaks silence in lengthy statement: 'These stories are true'
“There is nothing about this that I forgive myself for”

Here is C.K.:

I want to address the stories told to The New York Times by five women named Abby, Rebecca, Dana, Julia who felt able to name themselves and one who did not.

These stories are true.  At the time, I said to myself that what I did was okay because I never showed a woman my dick without asking first, which is also true. But what I learned later in life, too late, is that when you have power over another person, asking them to look at your dick isn’t a question. It’s a predicament for them.   The power I had over these women is that they admired me.  And I wielded that power irresponsibly.
I have been remorseful of my actions. And I’ve tried to learn from them. And run from them. Now I’m aware of the extent of the impact of my actions. I learned yesterday the extent to which I left these women who admired me feeling badly about themselves and cautious around other men who would never have put them in that position.

I also took advantage of the fact that I was widely admired in my and their community, which disabled them from sharing their story and brought hardship to them when they tried because people who look up to me didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t think that I was doing any of that because my position allowed me not to think about it.

There is nothing about this that I forgive myself for. And I have to reconcile it with who I am. Which is nothing compared to the task I left them with.

I wish I had reacted to their admiration of me by being a good example to them as a man and given them some guidance as a comedian, including because I admired their work.

The hardest regret to live with is what you’ve done to hurt someone else.  And I can hardly wrap my head around the scope of hurt I brought on them. I’d be remiss to exclude the hurt that I’ve brought on people who I work with and have worked with who’s professional and personal lives have been impacted by all of this, including projects currently in production: the cast and crew of Better Things, Baskets, The Cops, One Mississippi, and I Love You Daddy. I deeply regret that this has brought negative attention to my manager Dave Becky who only tried to mediate a situation that I caused. I’ve brought anguish and hardship to the people at FX who have given me so much The Orchard who took a chance on my movie. and every other entity that has bet on me through the years.
I’ve brought pain to my family, my friends, my children and their mother.

I have spent my long and lucky career talking and saying anything I want.  I will now step back and take a long time to listen.

Thank you for reading.

Stolen Moments

Adrien loved moments like this.

Pinned between the door and his girlfriend’s lovely figure, he felt himself growing hot and dizzy under her kisses. Yet he refrained from crying out her name, or for taking it any further. It wasn’t exactly the best situation to do anything besides make out and desperately wish they were somewhere more private.

“So did you lure me here to make sweet music, my lady?” he teased, referring to their new hiding spot in the music cupboard, in between short gasps for air as Marinette trailed hot kisses down his jawline.

Marinette nibbled his neck in response, giggling as she did so. “You’re impossible. To pun even when an awesome girl is kissing you.” Standing on her tiptoes, she reached up and kissed his nose. “And I did not lure you here. You followed me!”

“You started it,” Adrien teased, playing with a loose lock of hair at the side of her face. “You can’t walk past me giving me bedroom eyes-”

“Bedroom eyes!?”

“- Yup! Bedroom eyes. Can’t use them and not expect me to follow you.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, wiggling out of his grasp to search the cupboard for whatever it was Nino had asked her to grab. At least, that’s what Adrien assumed she was here for. Why else would a fashion student go to the music department of their university? “A- I did not use bedroom eyes, and B- you know that’s only about eighty-three percent stalkery of you, right?”

Adrien ducked after her, half-chasing her around a dusty shelf filled with handheld drums. Grinning from ear to ear, he caught her waist, pulling her flush against him. “Only eight-three percent? I need to up my game. You doing anything tonight? Mind if this poor stray follows you home?”

“God it’s a good thing you’re pretty,” Marinette sighed, but the falseness of her exasperation was given away by the smirk on her lips and the spark of mirth in her eyes. Adrien’s heart skipped a beat. “I don’t think I could stand it if you weren’t.”

“I knew you only liked me for my body,” Adrien gasped, flopping down onto her shoulder and letting out a huge fake sob. “Such betrayal, love bug! My heart can’t take it!”

“You’ll live,” Marinette snorted in response, patting him on the head. “Or maybe you won’t. But if you survive then sure, you’re welcome to stalk- I mean- walk me home.”

Lifting up his head, Adrien smiled. Leaning his forehead against hers, he let himself rest there for a moment. Sensing his change of mood, Marinette sighed in contentment. Her smirk turned into a small smile, the last thing Adrien saw before he closed his eyes and let himself relax.

There were times where he felt like this wasn’t real, that he’d not been so lucky as to find his best friend and love of his life wrapped up in one wonderful person. Truthfully, he feared it. The happiness he felt seemed almost like it wasn’t meant to last, like clouds after a rainstorm, just before the sun was about to reappear. He clung to moments such as these, how quickly they could go from heated to teasing to loving. He had to. Everything about his past suggested that it wasn’t going to last.

But then Marinette would do something to remind him that he wasn’t his past. Things that seemed so simple, but were everything to him. Things that made him remember that the moments weren’t fleeting. Things like reaching up to take her hands in his, pulling them to her lips and whispering a fond “I love you,” to make him remember that it was real. That his past was his past, and they could make their future whatever they wanted it to be.

Adrien loved moments like this. Stolen moments he could lock away in his mind, to repeat over and over again until they were as much a part of him as his lungs or his heart.

But what Adrien really loved the most, was the fact that Marinette was such a good partner in crime. Stealing those moments right along with him.

Although, judging from the fact that they were superheroes, he thought he ought to get a better analogy. He made a mental note to do so when he wasn’t so utterly distracted by the girl in his arms.

“I love you too,” he whispered, pouring every bit of emotion he had into the look he sent her way. “And you’re giving me bedroom eyes again.”

“Not again.” Marinette pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulder, her eyes heavy. “Just for the first time.”

It was as Adrien was preparing for another one of their stolen moments that three large knocks reverberated from the music room door. Marinette squeaked, leaping away from Adrien whilst Adrien tried to wipe the lipstick off of his face.

“DUDES” Nino’s voice echoed through the closed door. He did not sound pleased. “CAN YOU STOP TRYING TO MAKE BABIES FOR FIVE FREAKING MINUTES AND GET ME MY DAMN SPARE GUITAR STRINGS? I HAVE AN EXAM IN LIKE A HALF HOUR!”

Marinette turned a delightful shade of pink, though she didn’t try to deny Nino’s accusations. Quickly snatching the strings she’d offered to get for him, she walked over to the door and opened it with a sheepish smile. “Sorry Nino.”

Nino raised his eyebrow. Looking between the pair, he shook his head but thanked Marinette for the strings nonetheless. “‘Kay,” he shrugged, offering a little salute. “As you were.”

As he closed the door behind him, leaving Adrien and Marinette alone, Adrien couldn’t help but chuckle. “And here I was thinking Nino stole our stolen moment!”

Marinette buried her head in her hands, the tips of her ears red enough to rival her ladybug suit.

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A surprise oneshot from mine and @edendaphne‘s reverse love square college au When Duty and Desire Meet- which you can read on AO3! This is a look into what their lives might be like post reveal but who knows if the main plot will go in this direction or not? *evil cackle* ;D

Imagine Jack questioning yours and Dean’s ‘friendship’ when he sees you cuddling and why he is the little spoon.

“Jack.” Castiel breathed out “Jack!” he said louder, getting up from his seat and trying to catch up with the nephilim.

“Dean? Dean?” the younger man shook the sleeping hunter on the shoulder. Dean snored softly as per usual, oblivious to what was going on in his sleep, and you lay behind him with an arm drapped over him and your legs tangled. Your face was buried in the crook of his No matter how you fell asleep you’d always end up in the weirdest positions ever, this was the most usual one considering he liked to keep a hold of his gun to feel safe for the both of you.

“Jack, I wouldn’t do that!” Castiel pushed the saloon door open, trying to warn him but it was too late.

“Aaah!” Dean snapped awake and cocked his gun, pointing it at Jack. Sam jumped awake at the noise and you let out a groan when Dean’s abrupt movement woke you up.

“No, no no! Dean’s, it’s me. It’s me!” Jack raised his hands in surrender. Dean raised an eyebrow at him, glancing at Cas with only one eye open.

“Ah hey” he said in a rough voice, lowering his gun.

“D” you whined, the man putting the gun away and turning slightly to lay on his back so he could have a better look at you.

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all night long

Summary: Make out sessions are Steve’s favorite thing in the whole wide world, and sometimes he can get just a little carried away…

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I actually died writing this, so this is my ghost typing. Enjoy xx | masterlist

Originally posted by franciscastle

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Aren’t my Friends- Sweet Pea x Reader

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader

Words: 1094

Warning(s): Sadness, Loss of Friendship, Fluff

Description: With your friends always trying to set you up with someone, you come clean and tell them you already have a boyfriend. You just hoped they would have been more accepting.

Taglist: @sleepylunarwolf @stranger-films

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andromedasstars  asked:

hi your andriel 'I hate Neil Josten and his pretty face' headcanon is beautiful and pure and wholesome and has healed my soul and i was hoping you'd be open to expanding on Neil's 'revenge' calling out Andrew and being dorky in the process?

Hi! Sorry for the late reply! Thank you so much and, sure, here you go!

  • Andrew is waiting for it
  • he knows Josten’s too much of an actual child to let go of the video
    • no matter that he solved the coming-out problem
    • and made Renee and Reynolds a tonshit of money
    • fucker never knows when to back down, does he?
  • so really
  • he’s not that surprised when Nicky sends him a link to some live streaming website
  • there’s 10-reasons-to-hate-Andrew-Minyard-by-Neil-Josten in the page name so it’s not hard to guess what’s going to happen

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BTS Reaction - you being bratty and refusing sex

Seokjin

“Hello, love,” Jin says, coming up behind you to hug you. You’re not having it today though, not after what he did yesterday.

Your back stiffens and you give a small huff. Jin chuckles slightly and you feel your blood run hot once more.

“Still mad, I see,” he says smoothly, and you elect not to answer. You subconsciously push your nose a little higher in the air in defiance. Not that it matters - Jin is still towers over you.

He leans down to place slow wet kisses along the length of your neck, your resolve starting to crumble slightly under the tantalizing kisses, but you know that there’s no way he’ll change his mind if you relent now.

It’s only when he presses into you and you can feel his hardness against you that you pull away. Jin’s jaw clenches slightly at your stubbornness, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Princess,” he says, “I’m sorry that I’ve upset you but we really can’t get a kitten.”

You pout thoroughly, and despite Jin’s earlier arousal he’s smiling at you.

“Why not?” you cry.

“You’re allergic to cats…  I didn’t think I’d have to remind you. We were only in the pet store for five minutes and your eyes were leaking so much everyone thought you were crying.”

“Maybe I was crying, huh? Did you ever think of that? Maybe I was crying because I loved all the animals so much. What does that make you, pulling me away from all those sweet babies even when I love them?”

Jin laughs again at your antics. You’ve always had a flare for drama, but it’s something he loves about you. He wraps his arms around you in a hug, and tips your head back to place a soft kiss to your lips.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you, “I love you.”

Wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms you know there’s no way you can stay mad at him, especially when he’s being so sweet.

“Jin,” you say, “Can we still have sex?”

Yoongi

It’s early in the morning when Yoongi finally crawls into bed. You’re still awake though, never really being able to get to sleep when he’s away. He’s been gone so much lately, and while you’re trying to be understanding you have to admit that it’s grating on your nerves just a bit.

Perhaps it’s your own self doubt, but you can’t help but think that it’s something wrong with you that’s keeping him out and away all night, rather than his work.

Yoongi must know you’re awake; he pulls you towards him and into a kiss that’s hot and heavy, and your head is spinning with the passion behind it. You briefly consider abandoning your carefully thought out plan for a moment, but decide to hold your ground.

You break the kiss and roll away from Yoongi quickly. He’s still for a moment - shocked - you’ve never rejected him before. Never.

“What’s the matter?” Yoongi asks, and you repress a shiver at how low his voice is. It’s always so rough when he’s aroused, his Daegu accent slipping out and lighting your core on fire.

“Nothing, Oppa,” you say, allowing your aggravation with him to seep into your voice. “But maybe you should see if someone at work can fuck you, since you’re always there. It might be quicker - you wouldn’t even have to come home.”

He heaves an annoyed sigh and even though you’re not looking at him you can imagine the look on his face; twisted into a cranky grimace that would usually have you giggling.

“You know I don’t want anyone but you, baby,” he tells you, forcing you to roll back and face him, “But I’m sorry if you’ve been feeling neglected because of work.”

He looks so sincere gazing into your eyes that you can’t help but lean forward to kiss him. He lets his lips lightly play against yours, gently kissing you and pressing you down into the mattress. You tangle your fingers in his hair in order to deepen your kiss but Yoongi stops you, whining slightly as he pulls away.  The sound makes him chuckle.

“Yoongi!” you cry. “Oppa, please.”

His eyes darken at your words, but he holds his ground.

“Sorry baby. This is what you get. I can’t have you thinking all I want from you is sex. Let’s just cuddle tonight.”

You huff quietly again, but let your boyfriend wrap his arms around you and pull you close. He’s warm and firm against your back, and even though you’re still a little flustered you can’t help but let out a quiet contented sigh before letting sleep overtake you.

Hoseok

“No?” Hoseok says, “What do you mean no?”

“I mean no, Hobi,” you reply, “We aren’t going to have sex tonight” 

The two of you are lounging in your bed on one of Hoseok’s rare days off. You hadn’t been planning to reject your boyfriend’s advances tonight, but with how he’d been teasing you tonight–in front of the other boys–you felt this was a fitting punishment.

He had been relentless, running his fingers over your body under the table, raking his hands through his hair and giving you that look, kissing you breathless when the other’s hadn’t been looking… it was shameless, honestly.

And so now you’re here, refusing him and hoping for the love of God that he’ll call your bluff to put you out of the flustered misery he’s caused.

Hoseok merely looks at you quietly for a moment before nodding his head.

“Okay, babe. I understand.” He lays himself back down, leaving you in a shocked and slightly angry state.

You huff to yourself, turning so that your back is facing him. All is silent for a while, just the two of you laying in bed in the dark. Eventually though, you can hear the sounds of your boyfriend’s breathing getting heavier, small gasps and moans escaping his mouth.

You turn back around to see Hoseok running his hand up and down his member, jerking himself off while staring directly at you.

“H-Hobi!” you chastise. “What are you doing!”

“I thought it was pretty obvious,” he quips, not slowing the movement of his hand, “It’s a shame that this isn’t your pussy wrapped around me, though. Bet that would feel way better.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, heat pooling at your core in a way that’s all too familiar. You can already feel yourself squirming in an attempt to get more friction for the throbbing between your legs as you watch your boyfriend stroke himself firmly.

“Do you want it baby?” he asks you, and you just nod and bite down on your lower lip. “Ah. Too bad… This feels too good to stop now…”

Hobi laughs as you gape at him, astonished that he would reject you even with his cock literally out and ready.

“But how about this,” he proposes, “Why don’t you touch that sweet pussy of yours too… we can cum together this way.”

Namjoon

Nothing had happened to make you feel like this; it wasn’t something Namjoon had done, nothing had gone wrong at work and there wasn’t anything to feel stressed about… but god were you in a piss poor mood. You had tried hard not to let it show while you were out with Namjoon and the other boys, but you could tell Joonie knew something was up.

“Babygirl, is everything okay?” he whispers to you during dinner when the rest of the boys are distracted.

“I’m fine Namjoon,” you say, scowling.

Namjoon let’s it drop, knowing that if you’re acting like this there isn’t going to be an easy way to pull you out of it. He let’s you eat in peace, as do most of the other boys when they notice you’re feeling a little grumpy. You’re happy that they do, too. You would feel terrible if you ruined the mood or made them feel awkward.

When your night is finally finished and you’re just walking into your apartment, Namjoon stops you.

“You’ve been upset all night,” he says. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing Namjoon, I already told–”

“What was that babygirl?” he questions firmly.

“Namjoon, I’m not in the mood tonight. I just want to be left alo–” Again he interrupts, 

“You and I both know that’s not true. Whenever you get like this it means you want to be taken care of. It means you want to be punished.” Your cheeks heat up at your boyfriend’s words and you stare down at your shoes. “I’ve not been a very good daddy, have I, if you’re acting this way? You only do it when you’re desperate for me.” 

You huff and try to walk away. You know Namjoon is right, but you can’t help but want to push him just a little more; that way the punishment will be all the better. He grabs your arm as you walk away, pulling you back to him and grasping your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“Look at me when I speak to you babygirl.” The sight of the fire in Namjoon’s eyes immediately flips a switch within you. “You’re being a bad girl…”

“I-I’m sorry daddy, I–” Namjoon tuts and you immediately silence yourself.

“You act like a brat all night, begging for punishment and when I try to deliver you tell me you’re not in the mood? You know you’re allowed to say no, but I want you to look in the eyes right now and tell me if that’s the truth. If you’ve lied to me, you’re going to be sorry. You’ll not be able to walk for the next week I swear.”

“I’m sorry…” you say. quietly.

“For what?”

“For lying, daddy. I want you please.” Namjoon’s eyes darken at your submissiveness, relishing in the power he has over you.

“Then bend over the table sweetheart. You’re in for a long night.”

Jimin

You just wanted to test him, that was all. You knew it was petty, but you still couldn’t help it. It wasn’t fair that Jimin got to tease you whenever he wanted, do whatever he wanted, while you had to be a good girl all the time.

You decide enough is enough, and that no matter what he says or does, your boyfriend will be the one begging tonight. Jimin has the day off, and the rest of the maknae line are over at your apartment playing video games and generally causing mischief.

You try to be as subtle as possible in your teasing, keeping it to little things you can totally play off as nothing. You bend down a little slower, stretch your arms high so that your shirt rides up, doing anything and everything you can do to work Jimin up. You can tell it’s working, too, by the way you can feel his dark eyes on you whenever you walk into the same room as him; their heady weight threatening to pin you down and fuck you right there if you aren’t careful.

You feel a bit high on all the heated gazes he’s throwing your way, and by the time the rest of the boys leave you’re feeling both excited and smug.

“What was all that you were doing today, kitten?” Jimin asks, stalking towards you. You back up until your back hits the wall and Jimin seems pleased by this, placing his hands on either side of your head to trap you.

“I was just acting normal, Jiminie, I was just–”

“Cut the shit,” Jimin growls. “You’ve been teasing me all day, acting like a little slut. Trying to turn me on in front of Tae and Jungkook.”  Suddenly Jimin presses himself against you, letting you feel how hard his member is in his pants before continuing. “Well here you are. I’m turned on. Is that what you wanted?”  

Summoning all the courage you can muster, you squeak out a small ‘no.’

“No?” Jimin scoffs. “Then what are you playing at? What do you want?”  You stare into his eyes for a moment, watching as he gets visibly impatient. Finally you blurt out your motive for the entire night.

“I want you to beg for it.”

Jimin’s eyes darken in lust and anger. He brings his hand to your throat, pressing you back into the wall to kiss you roughly, biting your lip harshly between his teeth.

“Oh no, kitten. We aren’t going to fuck tonight,” Jimin whispers lowly into your ear, “My cock is only for good girls, not dirty little sluts like you. You’re going to have to get off the old fashioned way, with just your hand.  Maybe if you put on a good enough show I’ll let you swallow my cum.”

Needless to say, you’re not altogether too upset with how poorly your plan has backfired.

Taehyung

“I honestly can’t believe you, Tae,” you spit out angrily, “She was all over you and you were so into it.

“I wasn’t into it at all babe, I swear! She was the MC and I didn’t want to push her away on camera. It would’ve been so obvious that I was dating someone if I didn’t flirt back a little!” His admission only makes you more upset. You understand that you and Taehyung can’t go public with your relationship just yet, but still, hearing him say it always hurts your feelings. It’s as if you’re some shameful secret of his and you hate it.

On top of that, now he’s admitted to knowing he was flirting with that girl, too. Sometimes you just wish your boyfriend knew how to keep his mouth shut. You press your eyes closed trying to will Tae away- perhaps you can calm down if he just leaves you alone - but behind your eyelids all you can see is the way that MC had been flirting; touching Tae’s shoulder and letting small girlish giggles leave her lips at anything he had said.

You don’t blame her, really, you can’t. No one knows about your relationship, and you’ve been in the same position as her countless times - the thing that hurt was seeing your boyfriend’s reaction. The way he had looked at her… well… you only want him to look at you that way.

“Babe, I’m really sorry,” Tae says, approaching you with outstretched arms as if you’re some wounded animal. He places a soft kiss on your lips but you twist away from him, pressing your them together in a stiff pout.

“You don’t just get to kiss me and have everything be better Tae. That’s not how this works.” The boy in front of you hums quietly before leaning down to kiss your cheek softly, trailing his mouth slowly down your jaw and neck.

“I know babe… but we might as well try it anyway.” He leaves a small nip at your earlobe before continuing down, his hands coming around to unzip your dress.

“Tae-yah,” you say in warning, but all that really comes out is a breathy sigh.

He kisses your lips again, running his hands down your sides. “Come on babe,” he says, “Let me show you how much I love you.”

Jungkook

For the third time tonight you push Jungkook’s wandering hands out from in between your legs.

“Kookie-yah,” you tell him, “Not tonight.”

“Noona, come on. Why not?” he snipes at you.  You raise an eyebrow at the younger boy but still he holds his ground, looking as petulant and as devilishly handsome as always.

“Watch your tone baby boy,” you tell him, “You’re sounding a bit bratty if you ask me.”

“Oh I’m acting bratty? Look at you noona! You won’t even take care of me.” He leans in close to you, and even in the dim light you can see how dark his eyes have become.  You’re admittedly very surprised at the way your boyfriend is acting. He’s never begged so vehemently before, opting instead to submit to your every whim.  

Jungkook’s hands make contact with your shoulders, pushing you down on the couch and scrambling in between your legs. You can feel the way his length rubs against your core, already desperately hard as he ruts against you, and you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him to a stop.

“Noona please,” Jungkook says, “Please. I need you so bad.”

His head drops down onto your shoulders and you run your fingers through his hair, still not allowing his hips to move. At the feeling of your fingers on his scalp, Jungkook shivers and his cock throbs against you.

“Baby,” you ask him, “Is someone desperate?”

“Fuck yes,” he gasps, “Please let me fuck you, noona. Let me taste you. God I want you so bad.” Heat pools in your core at his words and you let your legs go.

“Alright then,” you relent, “Come on.  Fuck me hard, baby.” Jungkook whimpers in your ear as he scrambles to get the both of you out of your pants. He wastes no time, stretching you out around his fingers and pressing into you in a matter of minutes.

“Oh god,” he groans as he slips inside of you, “You make me feel so good noona, let me return the favor.”

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- Mackenzie xx

Protect Park Jimin at all cost
  • Namjoon: Alright, We're heading out
  • Jimin: Yay, Lets go!!!
  • Seokjin: Hold up Jimin sweetie, please put this on. * puts a helmet on Jimin*
  • Hoseok: Here little brother, wear this as well. *Puts goggles on Jimin*
  • Taehyung: Soulmate, have this. *gives Jimin a shield*
  • Yoongi: Mochi,these shoes will be better for you. *gives Jimin long ass boots*
  • Jungkook: *coming around the corner with bubble wrap* JIMIN-AHHHHHH !!!!!!!
  • Namjoon: The WORST thing that can happen to the boy is that he'll trip on something. We're going to a meet and greet, NOT NARNIA!!! GET.THIS.SHIT.OFF.HIM!
  • Jimin: *Eye smile and giggles*
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Anonymous Requested: can you do one where ur steves girlfriend and u jump in his fight with billy go get him to stop beating on steve

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: One word; Billy.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!


“Billy!” You screamed, feeling your voice grow raw with distress. Your eyes crinkled with worry as you watched the figure of your boyfriend get the living shit beat out of him. “Billy! Seriously, get the hell off of him!” But no matter how loud you screamed or how much you did, the psychotic creep didn’t seem to give a shit.

You felt your nails dig into the palms of your hands, and you were sure you could feel the blood start to leak but you didn’t care. The sounds of the kids screamed faded to the back of your mind and for a moment you forgot they were even there, ever when you felt Dustin desperately gripping you back as you’d always tried many times to run to Steve. Too dangerous, they screamed.

But you didn’t care. Not when Steve was on the ground, his nose and mouth bleeding profusely and his eyes closed shut as he was knocked out from the pain. He didn’t deserve this, especially since he’d spent the last few days taking care of the kids…

“Enough!” You screamed, ripping your arm from Dustin’s grasp. Your echoing scream caught the attention of those around you, and silence followed as Billy leaned back from his bent position over Steve to look back at you. You felt undeniable anger surge through you as he laughed, smirking like this was something to be proud of, back at you. There was nothing prideful about beating someone half to death.

“Get the hell off of Steve now,” you ordered, taking daring steps before the clearly unstable boy. It didn’t even register in your mind that Billy was clearly very dangerous, not to mention that he overpowered your strength any day. The sighed of Steve laid on the ground, bleeding and in pain hurt you enough to forgot about all of that. All that you were capable of thinking was that he’d hurt Steve, and he deserved to pay. “Or I swear to God-”

“You swear what?” Billy interrupted you, crawling up from his crouched position to tower over you. You took it all in a stride, gazing up at the boy with a disgusted smirk. Billy only smirked down at you, like he was above of you, and his hand came up to softly grasp your arm. “You know I still don’t know why you’re even with him… You could do so much better.”

You heard the kids behind you murmur, though you didn’t know what they were saying so you pushed it to the back of your mind. Instead you narrowed your eyes threateningly up at Billy and scoffed; “and what? You’re better?”

“All you have to do is ask, sweetheart.” You took a deep breath, hating the words he spoke. Clenching your fists even tighter, the pain that came from you digging your nails into your palm at this moment soothed you. You wanted to punch him, knock him off of his feet and hurt him, but you contained yourself; you weren’t sure why. Maybe it was because the kids behind you had seen enough violence as it is and they didn’t need to see more, or maybe it was the fact that you knew Billy could easily over power you.

It wasn’t until Billy took another daring step toward you, and his hands moved to wrap themselves around you and you felt his breath hit your ear. “I could show you a hell of a better time than Steve.” Then before you knew it you’d shoved Billy away from you and your fist swinging past you to smack him in the face.

It stung and you heard gasps behind you as you glared deathly at Billy. You stumbled back, holding his face before laughing maniacally. You raised your hand again, getting one final swing before his hand caught yours and you were groaning in pain. You bent down at he gripped your arm with unrivaling force, letting out a soft cry.

“Y/N!”

“Let her go you bastard!”

“Get the hell off of her!”

Just as you were sure Billy would knock you off your feet and beat the living daylights out of you, Max appeared and Billy’s grip loosened. You stared at the needle protruding from his neck, then at Max and when she nodded, you wasted no time falling next to Steve. You ignore the pain you felt in your hand from punching someone, which you’d never done before, and the growing bruise on your arm as your hands softly gripped Steve’s face.

“Steve?” You called out, but you knew he wouldn’t answer; he was knocked out cold. You let out a shaky breath, your eyes falling across his battered state and despite knowing he couldn’t see you, you smiled. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

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a/n: proud of this one lmao, based on a prompt i got a while ago
synopsis: literal smut, smut nsfw holy shit - porn without plot [masterlist]

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Originally posted by mimibtsghost

“You guys have no idea how hurt she is that you basically threw her to the curb and left her like that.” I looked at all seven of the men who stood before me after Y/N had ran to her room and closed the door behind her.

“Why are you interfering? What did you say to her to get her to hate us like this?” Jungkook stood before me, squaring up as if he was ready to throw a punch. But I took a step back.

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BTS Reaction to: Their foreign girlfriend surprising them for their birthday

Author’s note: This is just pure fluff.Also gifs aren’t mine. x  

Seokjin: 

He sighed deeply as he checked his phone for the millionth time that day. No new messages. The three his phone on the couch as he groaned in frustration. You still hadn’t sent him a ‘happy birthday’ message. It was odd since you and Jin usually talked 24/7. Had he done something wrong? He kept going back to your earlier conversations but nothing came to mind. Did you forget it was his birthday? He grabbed his phone, ready to go to his room when front door was being opened. That’s weird. The guys wouldn’t be back for another 2 hours. Jin made his way into the hallway, readily to scold them for lying to him when he saw you standing there with your suitcase.

All his anger and frustration melted away as he saw you standing there, holding a cupcake with a candle on top of it. You gave him a shy smile as you said,

“Happy birthday Jin.”

He smiled at your shyness before taking the cupcake, making a wish and blowing it out. He wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped yours around his neck.

“Now I get why you didn’t send me anything.”

“I’m sorry, I was on traveling the entire day and I-”
He shut you up by pressing his soft lips against yours, making you smile.

I know princess. I can’t believe you’re finally here.”

“Me neither. What did you wish for?”

He flashed you a cheeky smile as he said,

“It won’t come true if I tell you.”

“You sure about that?”

He laughed at your response as he helped taking your suitcase to his room.

“Yes I’m sure jagi. Now let’s cuddle, okay?”


Yoongi: 

Nothing. He’s heard nothing from you for the past 2 days. Were you mad? Had he done something? He leaned back in his chair as he stared at his computer screen. He was trying to come up with new lyrics but he couldn’t concentrate. He couldn’t stop thinking about you as he tried to work, so he decided to take a little break to see if you had responded in the meantime. Of course you hadn’t. He ran his hands through his hair as he sighed. He tried really hard not to let it bother him but it just didn’t work. After all you mean everything to him and he hates it when you don’t contact him. Besides, it was also his birthday, so it was even worse that he heard nothing from you. Suddenly someone knocked on his door before opening it. He sighed before saying,

“Jimin I don’t need coffee.”

“-Do I look like Jimin?”

His head snapped up instantly at the sound of your voice. A happy smile spreading across his face when he saw you standing in his studio.

“Baby, you’re here!” He laughed as he got up, embracing you tightly.

“Yes, I traveled all around the world just so I could be there on your birthday. Isn’t that sweet?”

He chuckled as he pressed a kiss against your cheek while tightening his grip on you.

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“Of course not idiot! I was on a plane the entire day!”

“Well luckily you’re here now. It means I can finally focus on writing again.”

“Can I watch?”

He smiled at you as he sat down in this chair again, pulling you with him to sit on his lap.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”


Hoseok: 

He was so excited that it was his birthday. The first thing he did that morning was check he phone to see your message, only to be met with the 'no new messages screen.’ That’s weird, he thought as he checked the date to make sure that it really was his birthday. It was though. You’re always the first one to message him in the morning so it was very odd to have no message from you. Had you forgotten about him? He would really get into his head as he got his day started. It was so bad that Namjoon even asked him if everything was okay. The sunshine boy felt sad that he hadn’t heard anything from you. He tried to make the best out of his day, played games with the others as he waited for you to finally text him. 

When he still hadn’t heard anything by 7 pm he decided he’d go to bed early. He was ready to just lay in bed and to get the day over with. However, when he opened the door he saw you sitting on his bed. He stared at you in disbelief, making you laugh. After a few seconds he snapped out of his little daze as he shouted,

“BABY YOU’RE HERE! I THOUGHT YOU HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME!

You laughed at his words as he climbed on top of you, holding you tightly as he pressed kisses all over your face.

“I” kiss. “Missed” kiss. “You” kiss. “So” kiss. “Much!”

He pulled back so his nose was pressing against yours as he said,

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I’m sorry you thought I had forgotten about you. I could never.”

“I know baby, let’s just cuddle, yeah?”

You nodded as you rested your head against his chest. Hoseok pressed a kiss against your forehead as he held you close. Enjoying having you there with him on his birthday.


Namjoon: 

It frustrated him that you didn’t respond to his messages. It wasn’t like you to do that. You always responded pretty much immediately whenever he sent something, that’s why he found it so weird that he hadn’t heard from you at all. He even tried calling you multiple times but it went straight to voicemail. He couldn’t help but feel worried, what if something happened? What if there really was something going on and he was being stupid for being mad at you for not wishing him happy birthday. So he did the only thing that seemed right; he texted your mom. After a few minutes he got a reply. She said that you were fine and that there was nothing to worry about. Great. That means you had to be mad at him, since you were okay.

Before he could beat himself up even more about it he heard the door of his bedroom open and saw you standing in the doorway, with a Ryan teddy bear. He felt all he worry wash away as he got up and pulled you tightly into his arms.

“I’m so glad you’re okay baby girl. I thought something happened.”

You gave him a quick kiss before pulling him close again. 

“I’m sorry, I was traveling the entire day and I wanted it to be a surprise so I didn’t tell you in advance.”

“I know baby. It’s okay you’re here now and you’re safe, that’s all that matters to me.”

He quickly helped you unpack before you two settled down in the couch, watching a movie that Namjoon picked out. Halfway into the movie he got bored and turned to look at you sitting beside him. You looked even better than the last time he saw you, if that was even possible. He didn’t care about the stupid movie anymore and all he wanted was for you to be underneath him, screaming his name as he showed you how much he had missed you.


Jimin: 

This poor guy wouldn’t know what to do with himself. He was a mix between sad and worried. He was sad that you hadn’t wished him happy birthday but he was worried at the same time. You always talk to him, wish him good morning, wish him a good day and tell him to stay healthy. When he woke up this morning and saw that you hadn’t texted him yet he thought nothing of it and was sure that you’d send him something later. But now it was 8 pm and he still hadn’t heard a single thing. Were you upset? Is that why you didn’t text him? He didn’t blame you, he blamed himself for the fact that you hadn’t sent him happy birthday. He must have done something to upset you, right? He groaned in frustration as he hit his head on the table repeatedly, worrying his hyungs.

“Jiminie, are you okay?” Seokjin asked, worry visible on his face as he finished drying the cup and placed it back on the shelf.

“Not really hyung. Y/N hasn’t texted me all day. I’m worried I’ve said something to upset her.”

“-Why do you think that?”

He crooked his eyebrow when he heard your voice. That’s weird. Is his mind playing tricks on him now?

“Jimin, hey. Happy birthday baby.”

You gently placed your hands on his shoulders as you gave him a kiss on his cheek. A bright smile spread across his face as he turned around, seeing you giving him a warm smile.

“Jagi! You didn’t forget about me!”

He laughed as he wrapped himself around you, holding onto you tightly as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. You ran your fingers through his hair as you mumbled,

“Of course I didn’t Jimin. I love you. Don’t ever think that I can forget about you, okay?”

Jimin nodded at your words as he pulled back a little to give you a kiss.

Ya, don’t do that in front of my eyes!!” Jungkook shouted, making all of you laugh.

Jimin took your hand as you two walked to his bedroom, where the two of you snuggled up underneath the blankets. You wrapped yourself around him as he rested his head on your chest. Right then he realized he was being ridiculous for thinking that you could ever forget him. Of course you couldn’t, because he had you wrapped around his finger. You two spend the rest of the night like that, until you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.


Taehyung: 

He sighed for the millionth time that night as he saw you hadn’t texted him yet. He decided that instead of sitting in his room being sad the entire day wasn’t gonna cut it. So instead he made his way to the living room and sat down next to Jimin, who seemed no notice that the younger wasn’t okay.

“You alright?”

Taehyung shook his head 'no’ as he stared in the distance, trying to push away the negative thoughts. Jimin quickly wrapped his arms around the younger as he snuggled up to him, trying to distract him. Taehyung couldn’t stop the small smile from spreading across his face as his hyung tried to make him feel better. Jimin picked a movie to watch together to make his friend feel better, but it wasn’t working. No matter what Taehyung’s mind always went back to you. It just didn’t make sense to him. Why hadn’t you wished him happy birthday?

“Jimin, do you think Y/N is mad at me?”

“I don’t think so Tae. She’ll tell you, don’t worry.”

He groaned as he sunk further into the couch, pushing his hair back as he tried to focus on the movie again. Taehyung heard the front door being opened but ignored it, since he thought it was one of his hyungs coming back. However, Jimin did notice you. A happy smile formed on his face as he nudged his friend, who looked up to see you standing there with a bright smile on your face. Taehyung’s eyes widened as he jumped off the couch to embrace you tightly, almost knocking you over in the process. You chuckled at his excitement as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Missed me?” “You’ve no idea.”

“I’m sorry for not wishing you happy birthday by text. I wanted to do it in person.”

Taehyung smirked at your words as he said, “That’s okay, now you can give me my birthday present.”

“GET A ROOM YOU TWO!” Jimin shouted from his spot on the couch.

You two cracked up before Taehyung dragged you to his room, pinning you up against the door as soon as it was closed.

“You really want your birthday present, don’t you?”

“Baby, you’ve no idea.”


Jungkook: 

He’d be he most annoyed out of the members. Yes he knew that you also have other things to do but you’re his girlfriend. You’re supposed to wish him happy birthday! He huffed when he saw you still hadn’t sent anything yet. He tried to keep his cool but he was just so annoyed that he decided to go to the gym to get rid of all his built up frustrations. He thought boxing would be a good way to let it all out. Meanwhile you had just arrived at the dorm, ready to surprise your boyfriend when you found out that he wasn’t there. Namjoon told you that he went to the gym to get rid of his built up frustrations. You instantly felt guilty for not texting him but in your defense, you were traveling the entire day. You quickly made your way to the gym to see him harshly hitting a punching ball.

“Kookie.”

He stopped instantly, turning around to face you as his hard expression fell. He quickly tossed his boxing gloves across the room as he embraced you tightly. He lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist as he buried his face in the crook of his neck. Jungkook tried to hold back his tears as he was finally able to hold you in his arms again. You didn’t forget about him at all, in fact you even took the time to travel all around to world just to see him. That alone made his heart swell as he pressed a kiss against your neck.

“I can’t believe your here.” He replied in a shaky voice.

You quickly wiped away your tears as you pulled back a little, only to see him looking at you with watery eyes.

“Of course I’m here you idiot. It’s your birthday after all.”

He laughs at your words as he holds you even tighter, nuzzling his nose against yours as he smiles happily at you.

“Shall we go back to the dorm and play overwatch?”

You rolled your eyes as he mentioned his favorite video game, making him laugh. “Or we can cuddle.” “How about we do both?”  

He gives you one of his signature bunny smiles as he carries you back to the dorm, pulling you with him to sit on his lap as he happily plays his favorite game. Right then he realized that he could never be mad at you for long. He loved you too much for that.