want to make love to you baby

sex with Hoseok

- mind blowing
- you’ll be surprised with how quickly his aura changes
- once he gives you the look, you know what’s about to go down
- he’s extremely fun, but also extremely serious
- he’d be very romantic, very rarely would he rough fuck you
- both dom and sub, but depends on his mood
- if he’s really horny, he’s dominant
- if he’s not too horny but still wants to fuck, he lets you top
- such a dirty talker
- Hoseok’s tongue alone will make you come forget about Yoongi
- likes when you call him baby, but it’s his favorite when you address him by his name
- like Tae, he isn’t afraid to laugh during sex
- only fucks you in very few positions
- he’s pretty hesitant on trying new things, he needs your full consent
- loves fucking you in missionary because he loves looking into your eyes
- seeing and hearing your reactions throws him over the edge
- this boy has some beautiful moans
- afterwards, he’d hold you tight while spooning
- his face would be nuzzled into your neck, once in a while leaving kisses
- continuous “i love you’s”

anonymous asked:

I have a 6 year old sister and a new born brother (so they're quite a bit younger than me) and I just need to know what you think Harry would be like babysitting them with me

Are you kidding? He would LOVE to do that! He wouldn’t know which child he wanted to spend more time with. Because the newborn is just a tiny baby but he loves baby cuddles and he loves just sitting and being able to hold them and try and sooth them when they cry, but the 6-year-old is able to do more things with him, and he can’t pass up a tea party while she puts a princess crown on his head and makes him call her m’lady.

He’s totally the one who wants to take care of bedtime for the little girl, though. He does the bedtime story and you can hear the giggling from down the hall as you clean up after getting the newborn to sleep, and when you walk down to check on them, you find your sister fast asleep against Harry’s shoulder as he finishes the story in a whisper because he just needs to know how it ends.

It’ll be Okay

Thank you!! trigger warning for implied past abuse? maybe?

{ JENNIE }

“Oh…”

Jennie stops abruptly when she realized her girlfriend’s involuntary movement. She blinks back tears that threaten to come up.

“I’m so sorry, baby…”

Originally posted by femaleidols

{ JISOO }

“I would never – I love you.”

Jisoo would say, tears in her eyes. She would want to change the subject and forget it ever happened, trying to make you smile again.

“Let’s go cuddle please.”

Originally posted by taendelion

{ LISA }

“Oh no.”

As soon as Lisa saw you flinch, she starts crying into her hands in shame. She couldn’t believe she would be so careless when she knew your history with violence.

“I’m so sorry…” She sobs.

Originally posted by lunaqian

{ ROSÉ }

“Baby…”

Rosé wouldn’t hesitate to stop whatever she was doing and forget the fight to go over to you and kiss you gently. She pulls you closer in an embrace to make sure you know how much she loves you with actions and not words.

Originally posted by lisavevo

My stance on the Supergirl CW Ships:

Dear Fandom,

I SHIP WHATEVER THE FUCK MY BABIES WANT TO LOVE!

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Dear Kara Zor-El/Danvers,

You want to marry your stalker, Kara? That’s your decision. Don’t fully advise it, but it is your decision. You want to make out with Mon-El and actually get into a full-on relationship with a guy for the first time ever? Cool beans. Your choice. You want to actually see what could have happened with James Olsen? Up to flipping you. You want to give Winn Schott a chance to be the eye candy on your arm? Fine by me. You want to finally dig in to the not-so-straight tension between you and Lena Luthor and give the fandom another LGBT+ ship? I am down for that. You want to make donuts a respected being on Earth so you can marry them? I am especially cool, since I love donuts as well. You know what Kara? I support you and all that you do, because you are one badass women who will fight for her voice to be heard. So what ever you choose Kara Zor-El I am here to stand beside you because your happiness and development as a character is more important to me than whoever the fuck you’re dating.

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Dear Alex Danvers,

I am so happy that you found Maggie Sawyer. I am deeply concerned and utterly terrified she could leave you some day for another stubborn heroic redhead. (Kate Kane, beware the name). Cherish her and hold on tight, for you are witnessing and experiencing great love at it’s finest. Trust me love is full of many hardships, but I have seen you both overcome them continuously. My dear Alex, don’t stop being you. Ever.

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To Winn Schott,

We all know you like Lyra right now. I support that. Good luck, and by typing that I hope I am not jinxing you two. If you some how, somewhere, down the line end up with Kara, I wish you the best of luck. But also if you realize you secretly have feelings for James we are here for you.

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James Olsen,

I don’t know where the fuck you were for that episode, because I would have loved your opinion on Mxyzptlk. Guardian better not be fighting crime without his boyfriend. Also, if you still want to be with Kara, or Winn, or a random person we have not met yet, then I hope it goes well. Because I support you.

____


There’s my standings. That’s what I have to say. I stood through the Teen Wolf and Vampire Diaries fandom and I don’t want friends to argue anymore. Get over it. As long as the character is happy, then it’s all good.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Luke Hemmings blurb where you have a baby with him but he's with Arzaylea and she's jealous of the baby? X

oml okay, so you would be a lil off about him being w/ Arz but like, his love for the baby you two share is bigger than his love for anything else. even his music. 


so i m a g i n e going to a hangout that you invited to by Luke because he wanted to see how you and your daughter were doing. And, of course, the boys wanted to see ‘Baby Sauce’ as that would be her nickname. And One OK Rock is there with Hey Violet as well. 

When you arrived, everyone was hyped. Calum, Michael, and Ashton squished you in a big hug as you passed your daughter to Nia for her to hold. The boys would be telling you how they missed you as they let you go to hold your baby again. Rocking her, the boys would like, go crazy on how she has the same eyes as Luke. 

That was Luke’s queue, and he immediately left Arz to see your daughter. He would smile so widely as he eagerly asked you to carry her. “She’s so beautiful,” he’d mutter, rocking your daughter gently while staring at her. She’d have his blonde hair and blue eyes and everybody basically knew she was the daughter of Luke Hemmings. 

“Luke,” Arzaylea would call him over but everytime he went over, he’d be carrying your daughter and she’d be upset that she wasn’t getting all his attention. He’d gush about her and take all these pictures while Arzaylea just constantly rolled her eyes. She doesn’t like that he gives all this attention to the baby, especially knowing that she’s the creation of you and Luke. 

You’d give Arzaylea a smirk as you sat next to Luke and told him all about how she was since the last time you two saw each other. And Luke would smile so widely and listen attentively as you spoke about his child. 


and like asdfghjkl she would be sO triggered over your beautiful creation like xxxx

anonymous asked:

scenario where Hunk's s/o gets pranked on and she gets all embarassed and Hunk comfort her (or viceversa, do it the way you prefer)

OMF i had this idea that fits with this, where for Hunk’s birthday, the rest of the team plays pranks on him and sutff out of affection, but it inadvertently makes him self conscious and feel bad and so you comfort him. i love hunk i want to protect my baby so i hope thats okay !!

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It’d been an entertaining morning, Hunk thought as he sat down at the table. They’d been playing tricks on him since woke up, starting with being sprayed with cold water to wake up… His friends sure were lovely. 

“Here’s your water!” Pidge said cheerily, setting a glass beside his hand at the table.

“And here’s your lunch!” Lance said just as chipper, setting a plate of delicious looking pasta and bread sticks before him. The spaghetti sauce reminded him of home… 

“This is so nice of you you guys!” Hunk said, making sure his voice showed his suspicion. They just chuckled, sitting around him.

“Are you not gonna eat?” He asked absentmindedly tot he rest of them, twirling his fork to collect some of the noodles. 

“We ate earlier, so we could work on your special food!” Coran answered, a proud look on his face. 

“It was difficult, but we followed your recipe, exactly.

Hunk hummed with a nodded, and tasted the spaghetti. it was a bit plain, but not awful. It was a bit awkward to be eating at the table while they all were just.. staring. It didnt help that even you weren’t saying anything either. Next he would sample the bread sticks, which looked a bit messily put together. garlic on the plate, cheese burnt on the sides. 

was that… Cinnamon he smelled? No, couldnt be… He doubted they’d try it again… but then he tasted the baking soda…

Hunk gagged, spitting out the bite he took, grabbing his water to rinse out the taste. he couldnt quite hear it as he was so lost in his own head, but he knew they were laughing. 

Salt… They put salt in his water. 

Hunk forced himself to swallow it, putting his cup down a bit to roughly, some of it splashing out onto his hands. But he didn’t care… 

He stood roughly, rubbing his tongue on his sleeve as his companions doubled over with laughter, and took his plate away. He didnt want to look at them…

“Hunk, are you okay?” You  spoke to him, suddenly at his side, your hand on hsi arm gently. he hadn’t notice you come near, nor did he want to answer. wasn’t it obvious that he wasnt? 

He’d been a bit uncomfortable about his birthday for a week now, a feeling that was unfamiliar to him. and uneasiness taking residence in his stomach, and his friends’’ antics today werent helping his mood. Hunk turned away from you and left the dinning hall, stumbling into and knocking his chair over. He heard you call after him, and the room get quite as he stormed out, but his emotional mindset was taking hold of him and his steps only got harder as he went to his room. he just wanted to be alone for a while.

“Hunk please… i wasn’t a part of that, they wouldn’t let me help them cook. they dont know how you’ve been feeling…” You were pressed against his locked door, wishing desperately for him o let you in, as you knew how turbulent he gets when he’s distressed like this. Youre concern was healing for him to know, but it wasn’t helping like it should’ve. 

“Dammit, i know that, just let me be by myself for a while okay?”He felt sick, physically and emotionally. this was the first time he almost raised his voice at you. 

“Hunk… I’m not going to leave you alone like this. you know i can’t.” Your voice became stern, solid, and he heard you sit down at the door. his hands were in his hair, his shirt was a mess, halfway off, showing his stomach a bit. he wanted to tear it apart, to tear something. he had no reason why he was feeling like this, and he hated it, but there was a tension in his body that burned beneath his skin, needed to release.  

Hunk took his signature orange ribbon, and stared at the edges, pulling at the worn out seems and frayed ends. He growled unintentionally as he tied it , pulling ti as tightly as he could, hearing pops of the thread breaking. it was satisfying. So he tied it again, and again, pulling it tighter each time. He was to busy to hear you get up and leave his door, and it was about the same time he ran out of ribbon to tie when his door suddenly opened.

Coran stood in front of it, a key card in his hand. Hunk looked at him with a glare. He just wanted to be alone. The remorseful look in his eyes didn’t help Hunk’s guilt.

Though, it was you who entered his room, givving Coran a nod to close and lock it behind you. 

you walked ot him, your ever caring hand on his shoulder, taking his ribbon form him with a disappointed tsk, but the expression you wore contrasted that. He was shaking, he only noticed now, as you moved in front of him, and sat on his lap, your arms warping around him in a hug he didn’t know he needed. 

Your fingers curled into his back, as you held your breath, using all your energy in this embrace, Almost reflexively, he hugged you back, holding you  close, his ear pressed to your heart. He wanted to cry, and by the sudden feeling of tear drops on his shoulder, you actually were.

“I’m sorry today wasn’t a good day.” You spoke, voice hoarse in his ear, but gentle and warm. 

“It’s okay…” Was all he could say. he wanted to reassure you, make it clear that he wasnt angry, but he just couldn’t form the words. You sighed and pulled away from him, your hands still resting on his shoulders. He could see your face, how red and slowlen it was frm sadness, and used his hands to whipe a few stray tears. 

You chuckled wryly, and did the same for him, for tears he didnt know he had.

“Can I kiss you?” He chuckled now, shaking his head. 

“That would probably make me feel a tiny bit better… but I dont feel up to it right now.” The sincere smile on your face was just about as good as a kiss, though.

“Wanna take a nap until tomorrow then?” You suggested, stepping off his lap and gesturing to the bed you and him sometimes shared on those lonely nights.

“Now there’s an idea.” He forced a smile,  and slumped up to join you, wanted to just rest the pain away. for now, anyway. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.