under your breath

BTS Reaction - You not being able to STAND the morning after



Seokjin (Jin)

“Y/N get up” He’d lightly nudge you but you winced the aftershocks of the night before till coursing through your body, “y/n? Are you okay?” Jin would automatically bolt up right to see if you were okay but you blushed and he instantly knew why. He chuckled.

“Don’t laugh it was your fault!” You’d pout turning over gently to face away from him, he’d keep chuckling then lean down and kiss your temple.

“I know I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself, don’t worry I’ll bring you breakfast in bed” He’d whisper and chuckle away to himself as you stayed in bed not wanting to move.

Namjoon (Rapmonster)

You try moving your legs to get out the bed but you stop your core aching, you utter a curse word under your breath and slowly lie back down before Joon came out of the shower-the door opened just as you did.

“Y/N? You look like you’re in pain?” Namjoon would say leaning against the threshold of the door in joggers and a tank top, you cough awkwardly and try not to wince as you led down.

“Yeah I’m fine don’t worry.” You’d brush off not wanting him to tease you about it,

“The handcuffs were your idea.” Is all he would say with a fat smirk on his face as he casually turned back into the bathroom leaving you with your mouth open.

Yoongi (Suga)

Suga would automatically know what was wrong as you flinched when he placed a hand on your thigh.

“AHA! I knew you’d be like this but no you had to make me go faster…..and faster.” He’d tease nibbling your earlobe as you groaned and tried shoving him away earning a low chuckle from him.

“I didn’t know you’d be that rough.” You lie once again causing Suga to burst out with a laugh.

“Oh Y/N how you amuse me.”

Hoseok (J-Hope)

Hope would be at your side in second trying to help you out of bed wondering what on earth got you in a state like this but as soon as you winced clenching your thighs he snorted letting you fall back on the bed shocking you.

“And I was about to feel sorry for you.” He’d say smirking before flopping down next to you,

“You should! You did this-“

“I warned you I wouldn’t stop but you just kept…begging.” He’d laugh rolling over so he could snuggle into the crook of your neck, you rolled your eyes.

Taehyung (V)

“How’re you that sore? It was only 9 rounds?” Tae would say seriously beguiled as you and him could go at it for hours, you shot him a death glare as you layed on your back not being able to move.

“You got other things involved.” You’d blush remembering the toys.

“Now Y/N don’t act like you didn’t love it.” He’d tease scurrying intop of you making you jump, he’d look down at you cocking a brow while he lowered his crotch down slightly so he brushed against you.

“Tae dont.” You warned not be able to another round.

“Awh come on might is well make it 10 while we’re here.”


Jimin would immediately know what’s wrong not being able to help himself and laugh bringing the sheets over his head in embarrassment, you looked over your shoulder as you sat on the edge of the bed in pain.

“Jimin it’s not funny I was meant to meet people today.” You whine knowing the rounds you did last night wouldn’t let you leave today.

“Why do you think I went so rapid on you?” Hed tease and you’d hear him shuffle up behind you feeling his hot breath in your neck, “I’ll care for you today jagi” he promises kissing your bare shoulder.


“I’m not aplogising it was blatantly your fault.” He’d laugh besides you as you huffed and puffed at your soreness, you shot him a death glare and he rolls his eyes at you.

“Last time I checked you’re the one who has the dick to be able to do this to me.” You hiss crossing your arms as you tilted your head to the right to look up at him, he raises his hands up

“Aye you know my stamina, you know what happens when you and me get down. You should’ve known especially when you were dressed like that.”

You start to feel sorry for stabbing that guy with 7 knives in the back and bashing his face into the door 89 times. Well, maybe not all 89 times. For the first 88 you felt pretty good. But by the 89th face bashing, you were definitely starting to feel pretty sorry. 

And by sorry, you guess you mean bored. 

Close enough.

Anyway, you mutter something under your breath that could EASILY sound like an apology to someone who wasn’t listening very well.

That was very big of you, Jack.

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25 Canada w/ s/o

You groan out, trying to focus on your work needing to be done. Yes, you decided to procrastinate on this work, leaving it off to the last day to finish. Smart decision, right? You mumble under your breath, your headache throbbing in your temples. Would you ever get this done? Oh boy, it felt like you wouldn’t.

You lie your head on the desk, allowing the pure stress to overwhelm your mind. Everything felt hopeless until you hear a small knock at the door. You quickly jolt up, setting your shoulders up straight as you pretend to be working.

“Y/N?” A hushed voice asks. “Are you alright? I was worried. You sounded like something was wrong.” The voice turns out to be your partner, Matthew Williams. He was really kind, but you weren’t exactly in the mood to chat with him.

A sigh escapes your lips before you fell quiet. “Yes, I’m alright, Matthew. I’m just working right now. Do you mind coming back a bit later?” You plead.

The Canadian’s brows furrow together in worry, thinking that he’s bothered you too much. Though, he’s definitely determined to make you smile or be happy, since that’s what matters most to him- that you’re smiling.

“I brought you some hot chocolate, Y/N. I made it for you.” He smiles warmly as he approaches you, setting the cup down for you to drink. You mumble out at his hospitality.

“Mattie,” you begin in a sigh. “Do not tempt me. I’m actually trying to work here.” You murmur to the sweet Canadian.

Guilt flashes across his features, causing him to pale slightly. He bites his lip, gulping. “C-could I just give you a hug first?” He begs you, which makes you feel a bit rude for being as harsh as you were earlier.

You reply with a nod, allowing the male to approach you. He wraps his arms around you warmly and snuggly, his hair smelling of maple syrup. He gives a little laugh, pulling away shortly afterwards. “Now, go do that work Y/N, eh? Maybe I can tempt you afterwards.” The man teases, exiting the room afterwards.

Ten ways to say “I love you”

  1. Straightforward. Soft and heavy, like morning before the coffee’s started brewing. Like that’s all there is to say.
  2. Through laughter, over a chorus of voices, knowing it’ll strike home anyway. It’s meant for everyone here, after all.
  3. Slipped under your tongue, twisted into something else. “I trust you,” maybe. Trust them to figure it out.
  4. Instead of “thank you” or “see you soon” or “drive safe.” Because no matter what you say it’ll mean the same thing.
  5. Casually, as if you don’t mean it. Trying like hell not to mean it.
  6. Wrapped up in a question. How’s your day been, have you eaten, you know you can tell me anything, right? You know you can tell them anything. Right?
  7. Under your breath while the whole house sleeps, just before you have to leave for the day. More for yourself than for them.
  8. With a hand on their shoulder, a song on your lips, or a carton of their favorite ice cream in the freezer.
  9. Over a nervous smile, biting back the just-this-side-of-desperate hope they’ll say it back.
  10. With a soft sigh. Past exhaustion and frustration and despair, like it’s the only good thing left. Sometimes it is.
Tasty Tryst (M)

Summary: Selling preserves at the local farmers’ market has its distractions when your vendor booth is placed next to the one belonging to the young strawberry farmer who’s been sweet on you for years.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 9,643

Warning: StrawberryFarmer!Taehyung, foodplay, sexual themes, profanity

Series: Working Man Bangtan

A/N: Just in time for strawberry season.

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Just like that, you’ll start to forget too

You’ll forget the color of his eyes, then the exact shade of his hair, they way it framed his face

The shape of his lips, the way they pressed against you own, a silent promise beneath the admiration of an evening sunset

The ghost of your name under his breath, as you took his breath away yet again, as if your entire existence was a miracle

His snarl, the way you heard him yell for the first time, the despair inducing words that poured out from behind his lips,

The despair you felt in your soul when he picked someone else over you, when he broke that promise, broke the trust, broke the image of the person you thought you knew.

You’ll forget it all, the same way he forgot you

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
Say That Again

Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone hears a key word or phrase in their head from their soulmate, something only heard in person when the moment is right.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: language, self-consciousness, fluff, that’s basically it

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely wonderful talented @bladebarnes’ 2k Celebration Challenge. My prompt was 35. quote: “Say that again.” I saw Baby Driver recently and couldn’t get the diner thing out of my head.

Originally posted by coporolight

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adhd culture is your mom giving you an urgent mission to find something across the store, running off while whispering what she needs under your breath repeatedly, getting lost along the way, ending up in the chip aisle, and staring vacantly at them for a few minutes before shaking your head cartoon style and going full speed ahead to find the Thing Your Mom Needs

Bruise [ II ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 10.3k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Part One: x Part Three: x Part Four: x Part Five: x

Originally posted by pcycho61

The cool air whipping at your skin made a shiver spread along your spine, hands rubbing at your biceps as your teeth chattered behind your pressed together lips. Loud laughter and screams filled the air, the night lit up by warm orange hues of carnival rides and haunted houses. Your feet felt stiff, trapped in a pair of uncomfortable sneakers you regretted wearing, eyes glued to the back of Minseok’s head as he told your friends something apparently hilarious. It was far too cold out to be stuck in a stupid line for a stupid haunted house in a tank top and torn up skinny jeans. You were too annoyed to continue being stuck in front of Chanyeol and Sehun as they flirted with a group of girls behind you, Chanyeol’s cologne wafting to your nose whenever he moved his arms about.

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— slowdance on the inside | (m)

Originally posted by kimthwriter

pairing: kim taehyung x reader | feat jeon jungkook
genre/warnings: light angst, romance/fluff and smut
words: 20,476
summary: Taehyung has liked you as long as he can remember. He’s unsure when the line blurred from friendship to romantically, but it’s about to get a lot worse when he’s forced to watch you date his friend, Jungkook…

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bts scenario: mirror sex

thank you for your request! i hope you enjoy it! xx

requests: open



jin: jin’s hands would push you closer against his body as he thrusted into you. “look at you, baby,” he pulled your chin up to watch yourself in the mirror in front of you, body flushed, “you look so gorgeous.” a particular hard thrust pulled moans from your mouth as you watched yourself clench around jin. “fuck princess,” jin growled as the power of his thrusts increased, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.  

Originally posted by jiminrolls

yoongi: yoongi’s hands curled around your throat as his voice growled in your ear, “look how wet you are for me,” his hand tightened, “so ready for my cock.” your eyes fluttered open just in time to see yoongi push into you, a moan left your mouth as you threw your head back in pleasure. “eyes up, baby,” yoongi’s hand pulled your head up, “i want you to see how good i can fuck you, how quickly i can make you come undone.”  

Originally posted by sugagifs

hoseok: hoseok’s firm hands had you pressed against the mirror of the practice room, the cold glass making goosebumps rise on your naked skin. “beg for me,” he said as he stood tall behind you. you hummed lightly, “please hoseok,” you squirmed under his intense gaze, “i need you inside me, please.” a chuckled rumbled through hoseok’s throat before he leaned down to your height, “that’s right baby, now spread your legs.”

Originally posted by bangdulce

namjoon: namjoon’s hand landed a firm smack on your ass, “what was that?” he demanded, when you hesitated to answer another smack was given, “daddy asked you a question.” you moaned under your breath before speaking, “i want you to fuck me daddy, make me cum.” namjoon smirked, pushing you against the mirror in your bedroom, “you want to cum? want to watch yourself cum under my touch?” you nodded before namjoon’s long fingers pressed inside you. 

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

jimin: jimin’s body pushed you hard against the mirror as he breathed heavily into your ear as he thrusted into you, “so pretty for me,” he praised making you moan, “look at yourself.” your eyes blinked as your eyes met jimin’s in the mirror, full of lust. his lips attached to your neck sucking hard, sure to leave marks. “moan for me,” his teeth lightly nipped at your neck, “i love hearing you moan for me.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

taehyung: taehyung’s fingers would be quickly pumping in and out of you and your torso pressed to the glass in front of you. “you like this don’t you baby,” he breathed, “like watching yourself come undone with just my fingers, such a slut for me.” his words only turned you on more as your breath began to fog up the glass. his fingers moved faster and faster until you could feel your orgasm building, “please tae…” you begged. “cum, now.”

Originally posted by ttaegiis

jungkook: jungkook’s hands were everywhere, on you and in you. the cold of the glass plus the feeling of his hand’s had you dizzy with pleasure. “watch me babe,” he commanded as he began to unbuckle his belt. your teeth bit into the soft flesh of your lip as you watched him, clearly eyeing the hard on in his pants. “like what you see?” he teased as he pulled off his clothes. “always,” you answered. “good,” he smiled, “now on the glass, ass up, don’t keep me waiting.”

Originally posted by you-made-me-again

Dress Code (m)

Originally posted by gotjhope

➾ reader x CEO!jimin

➾ word count: 6.3k words

➾ warnings: incredibly filthy smut with no plot at all | cumplay | dirty talk | tit fucking | slight demeaning names/ name calling | face fucking | oral sex | unprotected sex

➾ summary: ceo!jimin takes it upon himself to discipline you when your attire doesn’t exactly adhere to HR regulations

➾ a/n: okay look this is just my excuse to write a ceo!jimin smut… i just felt like i owed him big time after what i did to him in instant gratification :”) i speed wrote this in a day and didn’t proofread whatsoever rip…

The clattering sounds of typing, clicking and pages flipping lull you into a state of lethargy as your eyes flutter half-shut in your cubicle. Having graduated as an arts major two years ago, you’d never imagine being holed up with a mundane 9-5 office job that had almost nothing to do with your major. But bills needed to be paid and rent had to come from somewhere, so you find yourself trudging to work soulessly every morning, day in day out.

“Hey, are you almost done with those files I gave you this morning?” The voice of your co-worker Mingyu in the next cubicle jolts you into awareness immediately.

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sweet mornings

summary: breakfast in the barnes household || fluff || dad!bucky x reader

warnings: tooth-rotting cuteness, flirting, suggestive flirting 

note: here’s a cute little something. i’ll post something longer either later tonight or tomorrow

Originally posted by buchanstan

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But what if…

“Anakin, you remember how you called me grandmother when we met?” Jocasta Nu asked.

“Yes,” said Anakin, looking guilty.

“Are grandmothers the knowledge keepers on Tatooine?” Jocasta smiled.

Anakin smiled back. “Yes, Gran-Master.”

“None of that. You call me what you’re comfortable with, Anakin. I won’t stop giving you biscuits if you call me Grandmother.”

“The Grandmothers of Tatooine are storytellers and knowledge keepers. They’re like librarians, but also like higher up Jedi, such as yourself, Grandmother.”

Jocasta Nu would almost never feel free to say it, but that was the moment her heart became open to love.

(submitted by tariaramandilwen)

After that, Anakin pretty much always calls Jocasta “Grandmother.”

Sometimes, though, if any of the members of the Council are around, he’ll catch himself and go back to “Master.” But every time he uses that it feels more wrong.

And then there are the times he catches himself only halfway through the word, and ends up calling Jocasta “Grandmaster.”

When Anakin’s thirteen there’s an entire Council session called to address the issue of young Skywalker apparently believing Jocasta Nu is the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. Obi-Wan is horribly embarrassed.

(Rebellious Jedi younglings and even a few other padawans start referring to Jocasta as “Grandmaster” on purpose. This is definitely not behavior Anakin ever encourages.)

(And there’s definitely not a half-ironic, half-serious Jedi youth movement anonymously demanding that Yoda step down as Grandmaster and communicating with each other via space twitter using #grandmasterjocasta.)

Everything Has Changed (Part Two)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Part One

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

The sound of something steadily beeping in your ear brings you back to the surface of consciousness. You wade through the murky waters of your mind, trying to keep your cool when the simple task of opening your eyes turns into a losing battle.

Why can’t you open your eyes? Why does your body feel so heavy?

You grow more frantic as your body fails to follow through on any of the commands you direct at it. It’s not until you realize that something is restraining your arms that an overwhelming tidal wave of memories wash over your body and send you back underwater.

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the millionaire and his lover | jjk

summary: over the course of your lifelong friendship with jungkook, you can’t say that you’ve ever had the greatest ideas, and a fake relationship with the boy you’ve been in love with for years is no exception. 

{self-gratuitous ceo au, friends-to-lovers, and fake relationship trope rolled into one big shitstorm of a jungkook fic}

pairing: jungkook x female reader
word count: 18k
genre: fluff, angst, and light smut
warnings: alcohol mentions, smut
a/n: hello all! i wanted to kickoff my writing on this blog with a bang, so here’s a longish fic on my wildest dreams. 

When you first tell people that you happen to know CEO and multimillionaire Jeon Jungkook, they tell you one of three things:

1: You’re so lucky! Could you introduce me?

2: You must have saved an entire country in your past life.

3: Is he as much of an asshole as the news outlets make him out to be?

What you don’t say, though, is this: You and Jungkook have had history for as long as you could remember. As not only neighbors, but also childhood friends, you happen to know quite a lot about the man who made a name of himself before he even graduated from university. You would also very much like to keep quiet the fact that you’ve harbored a crush on the boy for quite some time now, obvious to everyone whose name isn’t Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook is, in one word, brilliant. He is brilliantly intelligent, brilliantly talented, brilliantly beautiful. He is suave and smooth and gets what he wants and if he didn’t possess such a disdain for the tabloids that do nothing but stretch the truth, he would have them wrapped around his finger. Sure, he’s no actor or singer, but he is a celebrity, and a skilled one at that. The media know no boundaries when it comes to a man like Jungkook, painting him as stunning yet rude, rich yet selfish, smart but cold. You know they blow his brief affairs out of proportion, and you know they will never know the boy who fell off of his bicycle in the second grade.

Jungkook is not powerful enough to replace the stars in your sky, but he is powerful enough to rearrange them right in front of your eyes, creating endless constellations that all remind you of him. He is the boy you have cherished since your elementary school days, when he would accidentally drool on your shoulder and throw sand into your mouth, and you are the girl who, despite all class differences, has stuck by him through thick and thin. It is not enough, but perhaps to him, it is.

“Do you ever try to mooch off of his wealth?” People ask you. “I would.”

And sure, every now and then you will ask him for money and he will give it to you, but your intentions are pure and you do not, will not, ever take his generosity for granted. Not when he has so much and you so little. You know what life is like when the world keeps trying to trip you, and a bit of smooth ground is not enough to keep you from forgetting the struggle.

That is, until you get laid off your job due to an influx of new workers, and your next student debt payment is due in roughly, a week.


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for science

pairing: reader x jimin

rating: m

◦ word count: 7.7k

m a s t e r l i s t

Originally posted by parkjmzl

Absurd. Absolutely fucking absurd. It was 2am during finals week and the cafe was out of coffee? You had some colorful words for the person responsible. Dragging yourself up the stairs with sleep-ridden eyelids, you muttered curses under your quickened breath. You clenched and unclenched your fist. It was safe to say that your fifth espresso shot had officially just worn off. Despite the troubling rate of heartbeat and the fact that your hand was shaking all on its own, the subtle pounding of a migraine lingered between your temples in demand for something to keep it awake.

There was still a menacing stack of papers left to grade. If something could pull you away from it all, you would have been thankful. It was almost nauseating, actually, how much work you had yet to complete. Who the hell said grad school was a good idea? The urge to scream rippled in the back of your throat, tempting you to let everything out and just empty yourself into time and space.

It did you no better to return to the study room –the very cramped one that you had booked privately for the entire day– to find a regretfully familiar face emptying his bag across from your belongings. “What do you think you’re doing?” You felt lightweight as the angry jitters travelled through your body. The heavy door slammed shut behind you. It sent a deafening sound cracking through the library.

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