the love i have for his dimples

monsta x stans: a summary

shownu stans- hoes, would kill some1 to touch his arms, die everytime he smiles, either thinks hes a boring grandpa or will say he’s the king of humor and variety, camera roll is legit just pics of him, are hoes for that shirt he wore during all in era, love his english, “is this shownu” *insert pic of that buff bear*

wonho stans- either soft or a big hoeTM theres no in between, want him to be loved and appreciated, cri evertime he laughs or smiles, want to hold him when he crys, is a hoe for his muscles but also wants starship to stop sexualizing him, would sell their soul to get his black hair back

minhyuk stans- soft, 40% love blonde minhyuk/ 30% love dark haired minhyuk and/10% nut over red haired minhyuk, nut everytime they think about his bad girl good girl stage, claim hes a innocent puppy but deep down they know he’s a fucking hoe, most of them h8 screaming but stan this smoke alarm, want him to get more lines

kihyun stans- he could burp and they would nut, “um hes not that small lol” also “MY TINY BABY BOY”, the perfect girl cam killed them, the saltiest stans, would fight him but would also protect him w/ their lives

hyungwon stans- are blessed by his visuals, have way too many pics of him, love his meme faces, that vid of him sipping coffee destroyed them, want him to get more lines, screamed when they saw the vid of him cursing

jooheon stans- soft bbies, live for his aegyo, “jOOHEON”, die a lil everytime he dabs, love his cute lil dimples, most likely call him honey bear or something cute like that, he could rap about lasagna and they would still hype him up, “lets get it”

changkyun stans- seem soft but dont be fooled they’re as memey as him, “i aM WHO I AM MAN”, have a lot of appreciation for his nose, def cried when watching no.mercy, his ppap killed most of his stans so theres only like 7 ½ left, lov his meme face, die when he raps, die twice when he sings

Kisses {Harry Styles Smut}

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R lol
WORD COUNT: 10k y’all!!!
REQUESTED: nope !

this is my longest one shot, it took up like 20 pages on microsoft word lmfao !! anyways it took me a bit longer than usual bc i went through a slight block (rip) but it is finished and i’m quite proud of it!! feedback is much appreciated, it rly motivates me!! ok that’s it i hope u enjoy :-)

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how to be a very cute little duckling as performed by kim namjoon

itybitynovak  asked:

Can you please write an imagine where the reader has had just a really bad day and they come home to Harry and just lots of fluff and cuddles please? Thank you, love :)

First, I’m sorry this took so long to get too.. precisely why I’m terrible with requests. Second, I changed the idea just a bit, but it works out all the same, I think. x

Also the cut on this one is at the top  because the photo I used *can* be considered NSFW. So- proceed with caution, lol. 

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impala-dreamers-mainfrigginblog  asked:

Beard, scruff, or clean ?

You really know how to ask the right questions, huh? I don’t know if I can answer this right away. I need some examples to help me pick…

First, bearded Jared (because Sam never has a beard….*sigh*)

GAH just look at that manly manliness. I LOVE THE BEARD

But what about scruff?

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This is hard…. the scruff is like the perfect combination of the manliness and his beautiful face. It frames it so well. Sometimes Sam has a little scruff too. And honestly it kills me.

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OK but also I can’t decide unless I look at shaven. Gotta have all the facts first, right? You can see his dimples clearly, the hard lines of his face, everything that makes him beautiful…

Wait… where was I going with this? Whatever. Can I just have them all??

Something Great

Originally posted by notheartbroken

a/n: sorry for the absence but here is a cute one shot :-) smut warning gif credit to the owner 


His curl adorned head glanced over his shoulder and switched lanes with ease. Music was softly gracing the speakers with a light melody. The sky outside was grey and dull, rain littering the pavement and windows. With the rain and Harry surrounding my senses, I was calm.

The music flowing the truck was serene and I couldn’t help but sing along to the tune. “I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck.” I took note of the grin that swept across Harry’s face when I started to sing. “What are you at?” I conjured. The grin that flashed his teeth and dimples grew wider, “You have a lovely voice s'all.”

I blushed at his compliment and kept my head turned to the window so he could fail to see my embarrassment ridden face.

I think I’m falling I’m falling for you

The lyrics resonated in my mind. What if my heart was really falling for this green eyed boy? My mind and heart were at conflict as I asked myself this significant question. Before I could ponder this question more than I already have, my mind swirled to the hand placed gently on my thigh. Even through my clothed material I could feel the hit that was immersed from his hand.

My heart swelled at the small, yet significant gesture that Harry had completed. Before I could revel in the sweetness of Harry anymore, he pulled his truck up at the curb in front of my house. The AUX cord connected to my phone was pulled out as I swiftly tucked it in my pocket. The door I was about to open, was pulled from my grasp. Harry smiled sweetly when I thanked him. See, chivalry isn’t dead.

His arm looped with mine as we walk to my doorstep. “I had a really nice time today.” His voice rang out, the British accent never failing to hook me into his voice deeper. “I did too.” An involuntary smile swept across my face, “We should do it aga-” My sentence was cut off by a loud crackle through the sky. “Yeah we should. But I should get going. Bye Y/N.” He gave me a swift hug, not nearly as long as I wanted. I hollered bye as he rushed through the yard to his truck.

When my door popped open, quietness surrounded me. Mom and Dad were still work. My room welcomed me with the scent of mahogany teakwood and I felt even calmer in that moment. The clothes I had on were stripped off me and replaced with sweats and an old t-shirt, my hair was pulled up into a bun. I had just sunk into my bed when a knock at my door startled me. I heaved a sigh and shuffled to my door. “So. My truck isn’t working.” A soaked Harry stood on my porch. “Alright, you can hang out until the rain stops.” I laughed and grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “Stay here, I’ll grab you a towel and clothes.” I disappeared in my room, while I sent a swift text to my mom and explained the situation. My phone was placed back into my pocket, a towel in one hand and my ex boyfriends clothes in the other.

“Here’s a towel. And here are some clothes.” Harry’s eyes traveled down the clothes. “Are those your ex boyfriends clothes?” My cheeks heat up, “Yes…look, do you want clothes or not?” He chuckled, “Fine.”

Harry emerged from the bathroom just as I started to watch Supernatural. His appearance caused my to burst out into budding laughter. Around his legs he had tight boxer briefs that were way too short on his long legs, and his torso adorned a shirt that was too tight. “I look fucking ridiculous.” Tears spilled from my eyes, my stomach already gathering an ache. “You look amazing.” Harry’s green eyes rolls at my comment. “Shut it.”

He took a seat on the couch opposite of the one I was lounging on. “What are we watching?” He asked, slightly annoyed. “Supernatural.” Harry scoffed, “Really?”

“Hey it’s a good show!” He chuckled a little bit, “Yeah okay.”

“Hey I can kick you out if I need too.” My maneuvered to look at Harry and my eyes narrowed as I challenged him. “Okay, okay.” He raised his hands up in defense as he decided to climb onto my couch, my heart smiled, I got to be closer to him. I smiled at the green eyed boy who took my feet in his lap as I pressed play on the remote at his request.

About twenty minutes passed by of me being engrossed in the work of Sam and Dean Winchester when Harry started to become bored. His legs that held my feet started to bounce up and down. “You bored?” I asked, “No, I’m okay.” I took the time to admire Harry’s gorgeous face. He had sporadic freckles under his eyes and along his nose, something I’ve noticed before, just never studied them. His green eyes had yellow located around the edge of his pupil. Surrounding his eyes, long eyelashes fanned across. If there was ever a time to seize the day, now was that time. The body resting before me came closer as my body propelled itself towards him. And before I could think about anything else, my lips crashed to his.

Harry held me to him once I tried to pull back. I didn’t object anymore. Our lips melted together with heat intertwined. Harry’s hands grabbed my body and pulled me on to him. Each of my knees were at the side of his legs. My hands found his hair, slowly running my digits through his dark hair. A low moan leaked out of his lips and, sending a sensation through me. What was I doing? Harry and I were just friends. “Harry…were just friends…” The connection of our lips was lost, Harry’s lips were swollen and pink, they looked irresistible. “Y/n. You and I both know that isn’t true. We’ve been wanting each other for awhile now. Ever since I moved here I’ve wanted you.” The words he said to me affected my heart to swell. I can’t deny the fact that I did like him ever since he moved here from England. “Just…let us have this…” Harry practically whimpered out, his hand flew up to my hair as he brushed a stray strand behind my ear. “You’re all I want, so much it’s hurting.” How could I deny this beautiful boy? My body reacted over my mind once more as our lips reestablished. Our hips slowly collided, breathy moans released from both of us. Harry’s lips pulled from mine as he connected to my neck. My head rolled back as a loud moaned ripped through me. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” Harry moaned out, “Let’s take this to your room.” His large hands gripped my butt as he lifted us up, my lips were attacking his neck with my teeth, leaving red marks in the wake of it.

Harry shut my door behind him; swiftly he pulled his shirt of his lanky body. My eyes takes down his naked torso. He had toned abs, suddenly I felt insecure. The body of Harry was much prettier than mine. He was slender and tan. As I had fat rolls and was pale. “Harry…I don’t know.” He sighed, and my heart broke. I wanted to make love with Harry more than anything. But, that was my first time, and I didn’t know if I was ready to give him myself completely. Wasn’t I supposed to be in love with the person I lose it to?

“Y/N, if you’re worried about us not being in love, don’t. I’m incredibly in love with you, and I know you feel the same way. The way you’re body reacts to me when I touch you tells it all.” His hand lingered to my lip, touching it gently. His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip then slowly trailed to my chest, “Just a simple touch to your lip has already got it your heart racing…” He whispered then placed his hand over my heart. Sure enough, he was proved right. “But that’s not the case. I know you too well. It’s you’re body…you’re afraid I won’t find it beautiful.” My breath hitched with his words. His head lowered down, and kissed my clothed belly.

“Baby girl, that isn’t the case. You’re body….it gets my heart racing. Your hips curve in just the right way, your chest is big in all the right places, and your thighs, oh god, your thighs.” He moaned the last part out, I couldn’t help the slight whimper that I emitted from me when he squeezed my thighs.

“If you don’t believe me, feel this.” His hand took mine and placed it on the bulge in the boxers I gave him. Harry climbed on the bed and was faced on top of me. His arms supported him on either side of my head. Harry’s pink and slightly swollen lips came to mine. It wasn’t rushed this time, it was slow, sensual and intimate. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled against my lips, “let me prove it to you.”

The shirt I had separating our bare chest was removed. My breasts were exposed to the first person other than myself who has seen them. This was my most vulnerable moment. I dearly hoped Harry would not mess this up. “I trust you.” I finally murmured out. Harry sweetly smiled. The smile made my heart swell. Lips kissed in the valley between my breasts. A hand gently kneaded one of them while Harry’s lips slowly made his way to the other. His tongue flicked my nipple, igniting a fire in my stomach. With a sudden gasp from myself, he did it once more, yet harder. He alternated between each breast. If that is how it felt to be pleasured that way, I couldn’t wait for Harry to work further down my body.

As if Harry read my mind, he kissed each of my breast one last time and then inched down my stomach. Leaving raised bumps on my skin and kisses. My breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. I wasn’t lying when I said I trusted Harry. I’ve never felt more ready to give someone myself as I was in that moment.

Harry arrived finally at my lower half. The sweats that adorned my legs and waist were removed. My cheeks reddened as Harry moaned. I forgot to put on underwear. “Do you always go commando?” He lightly chuckled. “Uh, only sometimes.” I mumbled out. “Christ.”

Harry’s curly haired head descended between my thighs. His dark hair tickled my skin. A finger swiped across my core sending a foreign sensation of pleasure through me. My thighs unconsciously tried to squeeze each other together. Harry’s hands took a hold of them, and gripped them tightly. He looked up at me, his eyes were a shade darker and I could almost feel myself dripping.

I entangled my hands in his hair once he touched his tongue to my swollen bundle of nerves. My body jerked as Harry continued to run his tongue vigorously worked on my clit. The moans slipping from my mouth, the tugging of his hair only seemed to fuel Harry more. Harry between my legs, eating me out was such an intense experience. I was sent wondering why I have never done this sooner.

“You taste so good, holy fuck.” He groaned against me, a finger started to inch in and out of me. It was an odd feeling at first, but once I got use to the alienated feeling after a few pumps. The feeling sunk into my bones. I could feel that I was going to untie soon. My first orgasm was soon going to rip through my overwhelmed body and I have never been so ready for it.

I convulsed from Harry’s mouth and fingers. I could feel myself tighten around Harry’s digits, my fingers gripped my sheets, and my toes curled with the pleasure coursing through my entire body.

Harry hauled up from my legs. Moisture surrounded his mouth. My moisture. “Are you on the pill?” I shook my head, “Okay. I have a condom.” I wasn’t sure why he carried a condom around. The feeling that sunk into me sent me into a panic. What if I wasn’t Harry’s first time? What if he was just using me? I wanted to curl up into a ball in that moment. I think Harry sensed my panic, “Relax. This is my first time having sex. I carry it around with me to look cool.” The side of his hand was brushed against my face, “I am just as nervous as you.” He definitely didn’t show it. He did himself of the borrowed boxers, then fetched his wallet. The foil wrapper was torn open then soon the latex was rolled on to Harry’s hard shaft. Harry’s penis was the first one I have seen, but it was beautiful. I silently laughed at my thoughts, “Whatcha laughing at over there? Something funny?”

“No, you’re just beautiful.”

He climbed back onto the bed and kissed my nose, “and so are you.” Harry positioned himself between my legs. “Are you ready?” I nodded, I have never been more ready. “Okay.”

Harry pushed himself inside of me, a vehement moan elicited from his throat. “Holy fuck, this is better than I could imagine.” The unfamiliar feeling a male being inside of me was unpleasant to say the least. As Harry drew his hips back slowly and would push back against me, a pain would set in. It wasn’t very painful, but it was annoying. “Are you okay? Do I need to stop?” My head shook, “No, keep going.”

“With pleasure.”

After a few thrusts, the sensation set in and I started to experience the pleasure everyone thrived about. Before too long, my hips were meeting Harry’s furiously. Sweat began to bead at my forehead and in the valley of my breasts. Our moaning became louder and our breaths became rampant.

Pleasure cascaded through me with each propelling of our clashing hips. “Hold on, let me do something.” And with that, Harry moved his hips in such a way that he hit a certain spot inside of me. I cried out in what I could only explain of irrevocable bliss. “Oh fuck.” Harry accelerated his hips as his tongue met my breasts, I don’t know how much longer I could last with all of this overwhelming me. “Harry…I won’t last long..” Harry mumbled something onto me.

A thumb flicked my clit, and Harry kept hitting that spot that only kept making me moan louder each time. Soon I started to throb around Harry. My vision blacker out and I felt myself release onto Harry with a deafening moan. “Fuck Harry!” My nails raked down his back, an action I soon loved to peruse.

Harry growled out then soon twitched inside of me, spilling himself into the condom. Harry sweaty body collapsed on me, our chests heaving. “Y/N, that was amazing.” He said into my ear. “Oh my god, it was.” My hand was playing with Harry’s curls when he rolled off of me and pulled me onto his chest. “I see why everyone makes a big deal out of it now.” I chuckled out, Harry’s chest bounced up and down with a laugh rattling through him. “Yeah, so do I.”

Before we could continue our cuddling session, my phone buzzed with a text. “On my way home.” It read, from my mom. Panic rose in me, I jumped from Harry’s chest throwing clothes around to get dressed. “My mom is on her way.” Harry jumped up as well and got dressed. I pulled my hair into a bun and checked myself in the mirror. I truly looked like a different girl. There was a certain glow to my skin that I couldn’t place. My eyes looked brighter and my cheeks held red. “How doI look?” I asked Harry, “Freshly fucked.” He grinned with a dimple popping into his cheek. I rolled my eyes at him. We walked into the living room and I continued to play supernatural.

Eventually my mom stumbled through the door. “Hi Harry.” She smiled. “Hey Mrs. Y/L/N. How are you?” “I’m great, thank you for asking. You’re such a sweet boy. Why don’t you come over more often?” She passed him with a quick ruffle to his hair. Harry looked at me, “Maybe I will.” Then added a wink.

✨ imagines; theme: "in love with you" ✨

🌻 imagine dan as the boy with anxiety , the boy obsessed with the stars and reading mystery novels, the nervous seeming boy who always shakes and stutters and avoids eye contact and phil as the popular boy who doesn’t even try to be liked, who has girls and boys alike throwing themselves at his feet. and he falls in love. with dan howell.

🌻 phil hating his glasses, not wanting to wear them but they’re the only way he can see, and he tells dan. dan just frowns with a “well let’s see” and takes phil’s glasses off, tilting his head to the side and he smiles softly. when phil asks what, why is he smiling, dan just smiles harder, putting his glasses back on. “i think i like it better like this. you look more like the phil i fell in love with.”

🌻 dan getting slightly (*very) tipsy while out with his friends at a bar, and he sings halo at the top of his lungs; it starts with humming and light tapping of his fingers before his friends start encouraging him , and soon he’s on the fucking piano, spinning around and around and singing (and if they’re honest it doesn’t sound half bad) before he starts to fall ; cue bartender phil rushing forward and catching him bridal style. dan giggles, his face tinted pink and blowing away the soft curls falling in his face. “can i have another drink pweasee?” phil chuckles. “i think you’ve had enough, love.”

🌻 phil befriending his best friend’s younger brother who’s always shunned by him; inviting him to hang out with them and soon enough just him, pulled in by dan’s sweet squishy face and his dimples and the way dan’s eyes twinkle when phil makes him laugh. one day dan’s being very reserved when they’re sitting on phil’s roof; he keeps biting his lip and pulling his sleeves over his hands and avoiding phil’s eyes, so phil asks what’s wrong. dan looks up, blushing like hell, holding his hands to his mouth like a chipmunk, his eyes wide. “i think i’ve fallen in love with you, philly.” his bottom lip trembles he lets his face fall into his hands. “i’m sorry, please don’t hate me.” phil grins, touching his arm. “hey,” he says gently, offering him a smile. “don’t worry. i think i’m falling in love too. so…” he takes dan’s hand, intertwining their fingers, and dan stares at their hands. “so we’ll fall together. okay?”

🌻 phil using pick up lines on dan all day, every time he walks into the room. “are you a magician? because when i look at you everyone else disappears.” “hey, dan? tie your shoes. i wouldn’t want you falling for anyone else.” and every time phil says one he gets this look on his face, his eyes lighting up and an excited grin stretching across his face, and dan can feel himself melting more and more every time but he just rolls his eyes until, finally , after phil compares his face to the night sky he blurts it out; “fuck you, phil, i’m fucking in love with you,” and leaves the room, leaving phil with his mouth dropped open.

Something About Valentines

Well, it took rewriting and tampering with 4 different ideas to finally get to this one. It’s a bit different from the usual Valentine’s stuff I see… but,  I hope you guys like it! All the love, and a very Happy Valentines Day from me to you! x 



Agreeing to spend Valentines day with Harry, your best friend, was something you were happy to do. It had been weeks since you two had had a proper sit down and hangout anyhow, turning to desperate measures like  quick meet ups and late night texting to accommodate to both of your busy schedules.  It was especially when you nor him had a special someone to spend it with. 

A night in at your place with a stack of movies, some wine, and Harry’s cuddles was the best Valentine’s you could have asked for. If you were being honest with yourself, though, you’d prefer spending a day with Harry over anyone else. There was something about the him- yes, he was the charismatic and charming boy that appeared in magazines and tv screens across the world but, he had always been your Harry. The Harry who had gotten you drunk for the first time in highschool, the Harry who had sung for years and years obnoxiously into your ear (although you’d never admit to him that you actually loved it), the Harry who had chased his dreams quickly and attained them, but most of all- he was the Harry who never forgot you, the one who always had time for his best friend even if he was half way across the world. He may have grown into a big star, but he was still the same dork  who would stick straws into his mouth at dinner and act like a walrus to you. He was the Harry who made you feel safe, and loved, and important. 

You had always loved Harry, and you always would. You weren’t quite sure when that love had developed into something more. When you started to wish that his forehead kisses would linger just a moment more, or when you had wished he wouldn’t tuck you into the guest bedroom after you had fallen asleep on his couch but cuddle up with you there, or when you wished he would just stay put in London for a bit longer not just because you missed him, but because selfishly put, you needed him. You weren’t sure when you had fallen in love with him, but you knew you were. 

“Can you..?” You mumble, circling your empty wine glass in the air with a frown as you stare at the bottle which is on the other end of your coffee table.

“S’tha’  really a good idea, love?” Harry pipes up from across the couch. 

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I just keep… thinking about how beautiful harry must have looked… on that beach, covered in salt water, he probably had some sand in his hair… drunk and happy and definitely giggly… wearing a dress that probably wasn’t at all his size… but he still somehow looked radiant in it… smiling with his dimples out… giving and receiving so much love and positivity… :) 

what I really think of Monsta X

Shownu: leader goals, like if you can deal with these bunch then you are obviously a superhero, papa bear shownu ♡, i want to bite his arms too i mean what, precious eye smile, gentle and really looks after the other members SO damn well!, so hardworking! deserves all the good things…

Wonho: monbebe’s no1 fan. would do anything for us. but we want to do everything for him too. so lovable! all his wishes needs to come true because he is a good bean. like seriously his personality is A+. looks aint that bad either ;) must be protected at all costs… stop calling him a hoe. he aint ok

Minhyuk: bias. my love. pure SUNSHINE. glue that holds everyone and everything together. so much love for him ughhh.. never forget when he was covered in glitter. Blond!minhyuk is still my fave. SO HYPER??? like how? but I would love to have him around, he’s so extra xD cute af.

Kihyun: sass master. photographer!kihyun is my aesthetic. his voice is so nice like it gives me goosebumps?? I have a thing for his forehead. But y’all know this by now. boyfriend material ;; so freaking attractive! and i can tell that he loves the other members otherwise he wouldn’t nag them so much!

Hyungwon: meme. 75% legs. model chae is my fave. but also sleeping chae. iconic line: Bish I wanna get high. them lips… sigh. LITERALLY TOO BEAUTIFUL TO HANDLE. starship he has a wonderful voice, give him more lines. can be cheesy and greasy but we still love him ^^

Jooheon: I’m still not over Matthew ok. hella awesome. he really does have RHYTHM. those dimples though. I can never get tired of his aegyo but also his swag! sweet af, adorable but also can be sexy…. yep. would forever call him Jooheoney ♡ 기억해 이 시간 never wanna see him cry ever gain :(

I.M: bias wrecker, honestly why do I stan, voice can get girls pregnant, doesn’t look like a maknae but acts like the maknae, talented af, HANDSOME, but also very very very cute, LIKE STOP BOY?!!!!, iconic line: I AM WHAT I AM MAN. & bring back his blond hair pls. I want to feed him. Just me? oh ok…

Sweeter Than Wine

by Anonymous

 Walking up, the bass still pounding loudly in his ears, he furrowed his brow in confusion as he noticed one lone figure still sitting at the bar. Almost every other person in the club had fled to the dance floor, but here was someone that obviously hadn’t been caught up in Louis’ spell.
Confused, Louis thought perhaps this muggle was just so determined to get drunk that his spell couldn’t penetrate.
“You must really need a drink tonight, mate,” Louis said, his tone biting as he slid up next to the stranger and clapped him solidly on the back.
The sarcastic tone he displayed a second before must not have flustered the man, because he smiled widely, his cheek dimpling endearingly.
“I do, actually,” he said, gesturing to the stool next to him. “Why don’t you join me for one?”

When Wizard!Louis goes to a muggle club for a change of pace, his one night stand ends up being much more than he bargained for.

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Drown Me In Your Love (Grayson Smut)

Summary: Requested by anon: “Gorgeous human, could you write a storyline where Grayson (please with G) and his girlfriend have an argument, not an angry one but a teary filled one and Grayson approaches her as she’s crying and there’s heavy SMUT involved as they make up, it’s not aggressive but very passionate and intense? I just heard the song ‘Too Deep’ by Ritual and Delilah and its got me feeling all kind of things and just need to read something you write based on this song, maybe along the lines of my suggestion? xx”
Word Count: 4,008 (longest imagine I’ve written omg)
Warnings: Cunnilingus, daddy kink.
A/N: So, this is the work that I had gotten halfway through when tumblr crashed. I had to rewrite it so it didn’t come out as good as I expected it to. But I hope I did this justice and I hope you like it. Also, I’m still not very good at smut but I’m gonna practice and get better hopefully. Listen to Too Deep for the full effect!


“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Your friend’s voice sounded through the phone and you stopped yourself from scowling.

How were you supposed to answer that after the large bomb she had dropped on you?

“Yeah.” You answered, voice coming out breathy and quiet. You knew that you weren’t gonna be okay, though, and judging by the small indignant noise that your friend let out on the other end of the receiver, she didn’t buy it either.

“Look, maybe it isn’t what it looks like,” Your friend brought you back from your dark thoughts. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

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Boyfriend!Jaehyun

•dimple kisses
•don’t fight me on this like its a tradition to wake him up by kissing his dimples and he won’t wake up if you don’t do it
•then again you give him dimple kisses everywhere
•who wouldn’t???
•in return he gives you nose kisses
•he’ll give them to you whenever you’re done giving him dimple kisses
•a bunch of food dates
•doesn’t matter what type of food or if you’re on a diet
•if there’s a new place you’re gonna be there with or without him
•when you’re without him then you’ll probably have to tease him by sending pictures but he’ll eventually get you to crack and bring him some take out later that day
•sometimes the other members tag along depending on what it is
•like Winwin and Taeyong tag along to new ice cream places
•Doyoung goes to bbq places with you guys
•Johnny and Mark join you whenever there’s pizza involved
•but other times it will mostly be a cute romantic date
•'get ready, I’m coming in 10 minutes’
•'why, it’s 1 in the fucking morning?’
•'new noodle place and I’m gonna leave you if you’re not ready’
•'I’m always ready for food’
•cooking together is also a thing
•well it was a thing until you messed up Taeyoung’s kitchen so now you only cook at your place
•which is fine but he’s usually there at night and you hate cleaning at night
•better than having Taeyong scold you tho
•you spend most of your days at the dorms with the other boys tho
•rarely spend the night there because of Johnny snoring and complaining
•'ew stop making out, it’s like 2 in the morning’
•'shut up Johnny, you’re just jealous you don’t have anyone to make out with’
•you call him Jeff sometimes just to see his dimples when he smiles at you
•he calls you sweetheart or something cliche because he’s Jung Jaehyun but you don’t really mind
•cheesy pickup lines all day everyday
•'if you were a vegetable you would be a cutecumber’
•'do you have a bandaid because I scraped my knee falling for you’
•'I love you with all my butt. I would say my heart but my butt is bigger’
•'Jaehyun, we’re already dating’
•binge watching shows on Netflix together when you’re not out eating or cooking
•it’s just you, Jaehyun, the blanket and your laptop
•and snacks of course
•kinda like Netflix and Chill but you guys are actually chilling
•most of the times anyways
•now moving onto PDA
•idk I feel like Jaehyun wouldn’t actually do that much until you’re in the dorms or at the privacy of your home
•like he’ll just have his arm over your shoulder if you’re out where strangers can see him
•an occasional kiss whenever he’s feeling extra affectionate
•everything is else is a strict no
•but he’ll attack you with hugs and kisses at the dorms no hesitation
•sometimes if he’s ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) then he’ll stick his hand in your shirt
•like just so he can like draw patterns on your stomach or sides but no where else because he’s a respectable person
•actually I take that back
•very rarely he has his hands on your boob when you sleep but not much you can do about it since he’s fast asleep
•doesn’t really hold hands because he just pulls you in for a hug / cuddle anyways so what’s the point?
•'hey Yoonoh, sing me a song’
•'which one?’
•'any’
•'never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and dessert you’
•'jAehYun’
•'hehehehe’

22 Times Harry Styles Was a Little Shit

In honor of his 22nd birthday and also in honor of possibly the greatest Little Shit moment (aka The Tweet to end all Tweets “feeling 22″TM) of his life.

There are literally hundreds of moments to chose from, but here are moments where Harry Styles was a little shit to those around him. I feel personally attacked,

22) Poor Gemma is the long suffering victim of much of Harry’s Little Shit-ery

21) After he added the echo of “done done” to Stockholm Syndrome and made this face because he knew everyone’s reproductive bits just burst into flames.

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