works wonders on faces and hair

- Buy lace underwear and model it around at home. You’re a goddess, own it.
- Realize the fact that if somebody can’t see your virtues doesn’t it mean you don’t have them.
- Pamper yourself. Fill the bathtub with hot water, throw in a bath bomb, jump in, play some music and enjoy. Exfoliate your skin, wash your hair, use a hair mask. Don’t dare to leave the bathroom till you’ve polished every single inch of your body. Try to polish your soul too.
- Remember situations you faced in the past. Realize they’re not a big deal anymore. That bad anxiety you had two months ago suddenly seem so small you might just want to laugh for being so silly, and now it’s over all those tears you cried are the most pointless thing ever. This will happen over and over again, so next time you face a problem remember in a year from now it will be insignificant.
- Go for a walk on your own. Walk aimlessly without a finish line. Come back home when you’re tired, no need to hurry.
- Doodle. Maybe you think you’re doing not so great at living but your watercolors skills are still on point.
- Buy yourself flowers. This one needs no explanation.
- Clean bed sheets are always a good idea.
- Stare at yourself in a mirror after a long nap and admire how glowing, beautiful and dreamy your face looks. Naps work wonders.
- In fact, stare at yourself on a mirror daily. Each time compliment on something. Maybe today you like your hair but don’t enjoy the shape of your lips, but that’s ok because tomorrow you’ll be delighted at how cute your smile is even tho your hair might be a mess. Learn to love you.
- Bake cookies just to eat with your fingers the remaining cookie dough. Everybody knows that’s the best part of baking.
- Forgive yourself.
—  Tips for people who feel lost 

FIFTY THINGS BABY HARRY DEFINITELY GOT TO EXPERIENCE

1. falling asleep with his dad on the sofa

2. pulling on the cat’s tail and cackling madly

3. falling asleep in his mum’s arms

4. waking up with two parents cooing over him

5. being lulled by his dad’s voice–singing terribly, but he didn’t care

6. watching his mum and dad dance around the living room

7. and then his dad scooping him up off the floor and the three of them dancing around the living room

8. being sick and spending four solid days in his parents’ arms–them cooing and sushing and rubbing his back until he felt better

9.  having as much cake as he wanted on his birthday

10. both his parents sneaking his biscuits when the other wasn’t looking

11. his dad talking to him as if he was already his best mate in the world

12. those amazing lights from his dad’s wand

13. his mum levitating him in the air for fun

14. memorizing his mum’s twenty kinds of laughs

15. falling asleep nestled in-between his parents on the sofa/in bed

16. sleeping snuggled with his toy broomstick in his cot b/c he couldn’t bear to let it go and his parents didn’t want to tell him no

17. the funny lady who came over and brought him biscuits

18. carving a pumpkin with his parents and smashing goo all over the floor

19. crying when the goo got in his eyes

20. laughing when his mum vanished it and chasing after the cat

21. trying to ride the cat

22. knowing if he cried his mum or dad would come make it right

23. playing peek-a-boo beneath his dad’s invisbility cloak

24. learning “sssshhhhh” when he and his mum were hiding underneath the cloak from dada 

25. conspiratorial whispers/secrets

26. his mum blowing raspberries on his tummy/cheeks/feet/legs

27. grabbing his dad’s glasses and holding them victoriously in his chubby little hands as he promptly puts them in his mouth

28. and then his dad puts them on, slobbery and all, deliberately upside down to make him giggle

29. his dad telling he and his mum wizarding stories from the animated pop up book

30. his mum telling he and his dad muggle stories from the book with shiny edges

31. warm nights spent on the sofa by the fire eating popcorn (which wasn't always realized as a chocking hazard so he was probably given some)

32. little baby belches after tiny sips of butterbeer from uncle pafoo

33. being mesmerized by the golden snitch his mum charmed to float above his bed

34. chasing after the quaffle–that was bigger than him–around the living room floor while dada chased him on all fours

35. falling asleep snuggled next to the kiddy

36. sneaking out with his dad under the invisibility cloak–with silencing charms, of course–and taking walks around the neighborhood

37. lying out in the back garden–which had a tall fence around the perimeter–and digging in the dirt while his mum and dad worked in the garden

38. picnics on the grass in said garden

39. hearing he was loved and how special he was and how wonderful he was every day for the first year and three months of his life

40. learning his mum’s twenty kinds of kisses and hugs

41. playing quaffle with dada and uncles padfoot and remus and peter–in which he was the quaffle

42. playing with his dad’s mirror until uncle padfoot’s face showed up

43. almost choking on his mum’s wizarding chess set

44. a first christmas he didn’t even understand because he was so young, but the house was sparkly and he liked the lights and the music and he learned to crawl by trying to get over to the tree and pull the baubles off

45. knowing that his dad smelled like peppermint and his mum smelled like raspberries

46. hours spent in the kitchen while his mum brewed potions which smelled terrible but were full of interesting things to try and grab at

47. watching his dad work on the crossword in the mornings and playing peek-a-boo with the paper

48. eating toast in the mornings and getting jam hopelessly smeared in his face and cheeks and fingers and hair

49. hearing from his mum every day that he looked and acted just like his dada

50. hearing from his dad every day that he looked and acted just like his mummy

anonymous asked:

please write about watching him cuddle a pillow I will die

He looks peaceful, relaxed against the soft pillow and cushions of the white lounging couch, eyes closed and lips pursed as he slumbers away under the Mexican heat. The expanse of his back is exposed and you watch from where you sit at the edge of the pool as he breathes in and out, sleep completely taking over his body.

It’s the first time in a month that he gets to relax and take a few days for himself, after the extensive and seemingly never ending promotion of his new album. You’ve followed him along as you could but this small trip (part of his promotion but still a chance to steal a few days of rest) is the first time you can finally see him for more than five minutes between interviews or the half an hour before the two of you went to bed, after an intense day of work.

Harry’s skin, dotted with tattoos and a little mark here and there, is glistening in the sunshine and your fingers tingle to touch it, but you don’t want to interrupt his nap, not when you know he needs it so much.

Even though you know he loves the fast pace of his work and the interactions with old and new fans, you know there are moments where he needs to relax and recharge. In the last few years in the band, you saw him run himself ragged from all the touring, never ever taking time to just sit back and take a moment for himself, so you couldn’t help but worry once it all started again.

“When is his next appearance?” You ask Jeff, your legs submerged into the cold but pleasant water as your legs move back and forth slowly.

“He’s got a secret show in three days.” Your boyfriend’s friend and manager, tells you.

“I’m glad he gets a few days off.” You tell him, looking back at Harry - he’s sleeping soundly, unperturbed by the sounds of music and conversation around you and you can’t help feel your heart speed up when you see him squeezing a pillow against his side, nose burying into it just like he does with you when the two of you share a bed. 

“Yeah, he earned it.”

Lying back, sunglasses on your face and arms stretched against your sides, you enjoy the contrast between the coolness of the water in your legs and the heat of the sun on the rest of your body and you’re almost falling asleep when you feel the sunlight lightly burning on your skin.

Getting up, you head towards the couch where your boyfriend sleeps, reaching for the suncream that rests by his head with light hands to avoid disturbing him but it’s to no use. The second you grab the bottle, you’re facing the green of his eyes, puffy with sleep and shining brighter than ever against the sunlight.

“Go back to sleep.” You mumble, hand reaching down to brush against the apples of his cheek, his eyes squinting as he looks up at you.

With deep and scratchy voice, Harry answers you, one of his hands reaching up to hold your wrist, keeping your hand on him. “Where are yeh going?”

“Just gonna put on some more suncream.” Smiling, you kneel down, finger brushing against the bridge of his nose in a slow caress that make his sleepy eyes close as he leans on his pillow again, cheek smushed against it. “Did you put on yours? Can’t ruin your money maker.”

His shoulders shake as he giggles, eyes bright when he looks up at you, a smile on his lips. “M’ nose is my money maker? Not m’ voice?”

“Some would say, yeah.” You shrug, fighting a smirk and Harry turns to his back, a hand on his tummy as he laughs lightly.

“Mental…” He shakes his head, before turning towards you again, face just a few inches from yours. “I didn’t put any on.”

Shaking your head in disapproval, you stand up, tapping on his head until he lifts it up, giving you enough space to sit down and then his head is on your lap as he looks up at you. “Gonna put some on for you and then you’re gonna remember to put some more on later, okay?”

Humming, he closes his eyes and allows you to dot the white cream all over his face. WIth delicate fingers, you spread the cream all over his cheeks, chin, forehead and nose, slathering some down his neck and chest. “It’s like a facial. Wonderful.”

You giggle and continue on until the substance is nothing but a sticky and clear layer on his face and you watch as he relaxes against you, mouth opening slightly as sleep takes over him again. He’s hugging his pillow almost like a teddy bear and you can help but slide the fingers of your free hand into his hair, his bandana falling off and giving you a free path to work on scratching his scalp lightly.

He looks peaceful resting against you and try as you might, you can’t help but lean down and steal a quick kiss from his parted lips - they feel warm from the sun and they taste like the fruity drink he was having before his nap. Just as you’re about to pull away, you feel the weight of his hand against the back of your neck, holding you down as his lips part and allow his tongue to find yours. It’s a slow, sensual and toe curling kiss, where your tongues dance together to allow the both of you the best taste of each other, with slow gentle licks and teeth nipping on his full bottom lip as your hand slides down his chest, nails scratching against his tummy.

“Should put some more later.” He mumbles when you pull away with a gasp.

“What?” You ask, frowning at him. “Suncream?”

“Hmmm… no.” Harry smiles, pulling you down again. “Kisses. On my mouth.”

Laughing against his lips, you allow him to kiss you, distracting you from the heat of the sun and focusing on the heat of his tongue, that makes butterflies swarm your tummy and erase any worries from your mind.  

HOE TIPS FROM YR FAVE

OK YALL HERE WE GO!!
1. C O C O N U T O I L that bitch is a lifesaver!! buy yrself a big old jar of organic pure coconut oil (its cheap!) and rub that shit on your eyebrows before you got to sleep theyll be thick & bomb!! do the same w yr eyelashes!!! got stretch marks? first of all those bitches are normal & natural & u should totally love yourself & them but if you wanna fade em/make me less noticeable rub coconut oil into em every night that shit works miracles! use it as shaving cream for silky smooth skin or even just rub it all over ya bod after you shave!!
2. treat yo self to a face mask every night you deserve it! they can be pricey but it’s so worth it, yr skin will be soft and glowy and clear and feel hella refreshed!! i swear by
-rosy cheeks by lush: that shit smells so good and it’ll make ya face soft & rose scented!!
-love lettuce by lush: aaa its so soothing & it feels like an exfoliater!! love that shit
-clay mask deep pore cleanser by zion health: omg i use this shit every night it is so fucking refreshing… be warned if youve got sensitive skin it burns a lil bit but it feels so good & clears up skin!
3. cliché but skincare is so important! i use neutrogena rapid clear daily pads & neutrogena oil‑free acne moisturizer in pink grapefruit every single morning bc ive got hella acne… i wipe the pads on my forehead & chin & let that settle in and then moisturize my whole face!!
4. massage bars from lush are h e a v e n l y i use tender is the night every day!! but if you can’t afford that then tbh coconut oil has the same effect!
5. sugar scrubs work wonders on yr lips!! exfoliate those fuckers then throw on hella lip balm you’ll thank me later!
6. shave in the morning!! hair grows quick so don’t shave the night before & let all ya hair grow back before you even go out!! (also- ALWAYS use a new, sharp razor!!

that’s all for now ! have fun bein hoes!! love yourself!!

BTS’s reaction to you playing their song on the piano:

A/N: Here you are, sweetie ❤️ I really hope you enjoy it! Hopefully it’s as filled full of feels as you wanted~


Jin: Jin pricks his ears, and listens to the melodious chords fluttering to his ears. You haven’t played the piano in a while. It’s good to finally hear the dusty old instrument in use. He heads towards the sound, before a bout of realisation has him stopping at the door, where just inside he can see your curved figure leaning over the keys, sweeping the music along with your fingers. He knows this tune. It’s his tune - ‘Awake’.

And without any warning - no cracking or breaking, just out of the blue, like thunder in June - tears well up in his eyes, and shimmer to the brink of spilling over. Of all the songs you could have picked, you picked the one he needs to hear. He can still remember the emotions that tumbled through him when he first sang this song: the desperation he felt to keep up with his six brothers, the terror he recoiled from, a fear of falling behind. Yet, here he is, years later, still trembling and afraid, but trying hard to mask it – reduced to tears behind the living room door. Except… no. Things have changed. Back then, he didn’t have you – you, who keep his chin up, and his eyes fixed firmly on the clouds. You, who believe without an inkling of a doubt that he can go further, stretch farther, and climb higher than he ever realised. You, who everyday whisper to him, ‘Kim Seokjin, how luck am I to have you?’ Really, he should be the one asking you. After all, if it weren’t for you, he’d still be on the ground, tear-dampened gaze filtering to fickle mist-clouds he could never reach. Now, here he is, flying – soaring – because of you. Up past blue and into the star sprinkled black of space.

The tears are falling now, but they feel good – warm and wet like a spring shower. It’s been a while since he cried - properly, like this. He opens the door, and you turn in your seat to face him, and when he holds out his arms, you run to him, and burrow into his heat. While you rest your head in the crook between his shoulder and his neck, he sings the rest of the tune in low tones. “Maybe I can’t touch the sky, but I’ll stretch my arm.”

Originally posted by snowyjin


Yoongi: It has been a tough day for Min Yoongi. He’s been sat in the studio all afternoon, all evening, and well into the night, fiddling on his laptop, trying to get the latest track just right. When he closes his eyes, he can still see the square of light from his screen, burned in blue onto his retina. He arrives back at his house, completely drained of energy, only to be greeted by a gentle wave of music when he opens the door. And despite all the muscles in his face being past their stretching point, they still manage to push up into a smile when he hears you tinkling away on the piano, playing a song he produced (of course, nothing else would do for you), playing something he hasn’t heard in a while - ‘Tomorrow’.

You stop playing when you hear him enter the room, peeking over your shoulder at his tired face.

“Please continue,” he rasps.

Your brows tip up in concern, sensing how tired he is, but you return to your music without pressing him with a ‘how was your day?’. In a few steps he’s sitting down on your right-hand side, and his fingers fitting into the groves of the worn ivory keys, he unfolds a gentle harmony in the treble cleft.

You continue on, the both of you enraptured in the music, until Yoongi’s playing fades away, and as you turn to him, wondering why he’s stopped, his head lolls onto your shoulder. Smiling, you brush a few stray wisps of hair away from his face. “Tired?”

He nods into your shoulder, eyes closing as you pick up the tune again, slower and more lullaby-like.

“Rest all you want,” you tell him, “I’m not letting you go back to work, until I know you’ve fully recovered.” Then, as he slowly slips into sleep, you whisper the lyrics from ‘Tomorrow’ he needs to hear most: “Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break. Don’t give up… Don’t get too far away, tomorrow.”

Originally posted by sugagifs


Hoseok: Outside, the wind whisks up a torrent of leaves, clattering in shades of frozen amber against your window, but inside, cut off from the cold autumn storm, it glows with warmth, drenched in the heat of love and affection – mainly Hoseok’s love and affection, directed at you. As you sit at the piano, running through a soft re-imagining of ‘Autumn Leaves’, he watches in appreciation, head resting in his hands, breath snatched away at the way your fingers ghost across the keys, eyes half-closed, drowned in the melody.

As the final chords hang in the air, Hoseok rouses himself from the trance you have placed him in and begins clapping in appreciation – the sole audience member in this private concert. “Wow! Y/N, just… wow! That was… wow….” He tries to search for a word to aptly describe the feelings you have stirred in him, but nothing surfaces, so instead, he crosses the distance between you, and expresses himself with a gentle hand on your cheek and a breathy kiss that presses warmth into your lips.

When he pulls away, your fingers reach out, wanting him back – and, smiling, he obliges, balancing on the edge of the piano stool so he can be that extra bit closer to you.

With the first pitter-patters of rain starting up outside, Hoseok starts up another kind of storm with you – flurries of kisses dropping down onto your skin. As the leaves fall, you fall in love.

Originally posted by joeguk


Namjoon: Sometimes, Namjoon really doesn’t like himself. When it’s late in the evening, and the light’s fading, he really doesn’t like himself. When he’s wasted away the day, erasing work, rather than progressing, he really doesn’t like himself. When he can’t force a smile without cracking, he really doesn’t like himself.

But, at least he’s coming home to you. And he knows that, despite all the negativity that’s oozing through him like sewage water, you love him. Even in moments of doubt, like right now, when he arrives home, faded, and ghostly, and wondering if he’s likeable, he hears you wandering through chords on the piano, and he knows that you know. Because he recognises the song – ‘Reflection’. It’s your reminder that it’s okay – all of it.

He leans back against the door as the familiar notes hit him – spine pressing to the wood and head tilting back till he’s gazing up at the grey ceiling. There may be no words, but each jump of your fingers across the black and ivory keys speaks to him. He hears. He understands.

After a few moments, after a few deep breaths, he feels himself – his real self – float back into his body, and he’s ready to greet you. He steps forward, into the light of the music room, where you shift to glance at him out of the corner of your eyes. The music keeps on spinning out. He smiles at you, and you smile back, and that’s all it takes for Namjoon to like himself like you love him.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Jimin: “Forever we are young, amidst the scattering rain of flower petals I run, wandering through this maze.” Jimin can’t help but sing the last few lines of the familiar song while you rest upon the final chords on the piano.

Turning to him, eyes shining bright, you say, “Your singing still sounds as beautiful as it did when you first sang this song.”

Jimin heaves out a sigh. “That was a long time ago, wasn’t it?” His mind flickers back to those days, an eternity ago (try a few years, but they feel infinite), when you didn’t exist in his life. So many things have changed since then. He’s changed since then.

Sensing a shift in his mood, you reach out your hands to him, hoping for a hold on his uncertain frame, quivering on the edge of being lost to remembering. In answer to your silent plea, he steps closer and winds his arms around your shoulders. You ground him back in reality with your head resting on his chest.

“It wasn’t so long ago…” you murmur.

“Sure feels like it though.” Stifling thoughts begin clinging onto Jimin, realisations of how far on his life has progressed, how much closer he is to stepping off the cusp of youth… realisations that the lyrics of the song you played can’t be true. He won’t be young forever, and neither will you. It terrifies him.

You stretch your neck to gaze up at him. “We’re still young,” you assure him, “And even when we grow old, and get grey-haired and wrinkly, we’ll stay young – on the inside at least. All I need is you by my side, and I feel like I could stay vibrant and strong for the rest of my life.”

How is it that you always know what to say? Jimin swallows down his foul-tasting fears and kisses the top of your head. “Young forever, you and me.”

Originally posted by lonastic


Taehyung: As you drift through the dream-enhancing chords, sat over the piano, Taehyung stands on the other side of the door, enraptured and enwrapped by your playing. When the final notes peel away into a calm quiet, he opens the door to be greeted by your smile.

“Just One Day?” Taehyung asks, although he doesn’t need an answer from you – he recognises the melody like he recognises the freckles on your face.

“Did you like my arrangement of it?”

“Like it?” Taehyung flops down onto the nearby sofa, and motions for you to join him, “Like it? I adored it.”

“I adore you,” you counter, abandoning the piano stool to find a comfier spot with Taehyung, perched above him, legs straddling his waist. Your hair falls down around your shoulders and, as you lean towards Taehyung, it cuts off the rest of the world, encasing the two of you in your own existence.

Taehyung’s hands reach up to cup your face, and when you close your eyes to his touch, he stretches up to kiss your eyelids. In parting his lips from your skin, he murmurs, “I never really understood the lyrics of that song until I met you.”

“What? ‘Just One Day’?”

He nods, bumping his nose against yours in the process. “I never understood the desperate need to be with someone, even if it was only for one day. But then I saw you, and suddenly it made sense. I got the feeling that even if I could only be with you for one day, one hour, even one second, that would be enough for me. It’s like my purpose is to be with you.”

You felt the sting of tears as they jumped up behind your lids, but you refused to let them fall. “I suppose it’s a good thing we have more than one day then.”

Originally posted by mayfifolle


Jungkook: Poised on your doorstep, Jungkook takes a deep breath and steps forward to knock.

And pauses.

The last time he saw you, you had been in floods of tears, both of you shouting things you didn’t mean. Now he’s outside, wanting to apologise, to go back to how it used to be. But he’s scared. He’s terrified. And he can’t bring himself to make a move.

That is until he hears the strains of a piano playing, wafting through an open window. Those chords are familiar – ‘Love is not over’. On recognising the song, he slowly breaks down – like a lump of sugar dissolving in coffee, one second he’s solid and the next he’s disappearing, forgetting himself and slipping over into tears. He can’t bear to be apart from you any longer, and judging by your playing, neither can you. Not caring how much of a mess his face is, puffy and red, striped with tear-tracks, he knocks. And after a few seconds you answer. Your face is a mirror of his, just as cracked, just as damp.

“I’m sorry…” is all you can say before he pulls you into a tight hug that squeezes all the air out of you, and he’s murmuring in your ear, “Me too. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Just like that it’s okay again. With the two of you, things can never truly be finished – you can never truly be done with each other. Love will never be over, and so long as you’re breathing, you’ll be together.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies


! I did not make the gifs !

Masterlist

MASTERLIST: (2015 - EARLY 2016)

[!] new masterlist (mobile ver. coming soon)

S U G A :

+ Your stranger - working the late night shift at a local corner shop and Yoongi becomes a frequent visitor.

+ Till Dawn  - friends with benefits. (M)

+ Issues - jealous yoongi.

+ Morning - morning sex. (M)

+ Bad girl - professor/mr.min. (M)

+ Late  - CEO yoongi. (M)

+ Crush series - [1/?] 1 - yoongi struggles with a crush.

+ Broken - 1, 2 [2/2]  - secretly dating but cannot be a normal couple. (M)

+ Mine - jealous yoongi. (M)

+ Stuck - elevator smut. (M)

+ Colours - yoongi agrees to be your model for an art project. fluff.

+ Relax - caring yoongi + bath.

+ Games - camping. (M)

+ Memories - yoongi reminisces on the past as a couple.

+ Wake up - lazy make out session ft. yoongi being a shit.

+ Misunderstanding - jealous of jungkook.

+ Admire - admiring yoongi’s neck.

+ Interruption - scolding that leads to smut. (M)

+ Marks - yoongi leaves marks all over your body from biting, and one of the other members sees them accidentally.

+ Jealousy - angst/jealous yoongi.

+ Control [2/2] 1 , 2 - yoongi allows you to take control. reverse roles for part two. (M)

+ Warmth - [1/?] yoongi the stoic businessman you make coffee for each morning is too cute.

+ Cheat - cheating.

+ Distracted - car sex. (M)

+ Play - jamming session.

+ Want - couch smut. (M)

Job au prompts:

+ Salon - ‘rumor has it that you’re a hairdresser with magic fingers and you can fix any bad hair day so that’s why I’m here’

+ Klutz - ’ ‘you’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone.’

+ Pick up lines - ‘should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ + ‘I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’

+ Crown - [1/?] 1 -  ‘Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept.’

+ Hotline - ‘i have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour’s’ + ‘ I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ (M)

+ Flowers - ‘I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower and give it to me’

J U N G K O O K :

+ Private - ’a glimpse of something private, something that should have remained unknown to your eyes and suddenly the boy you had believed was innocent had become a man practically reeking of testosterone.’

+ Revelation - ‘The heat that resonated from him was unlike any other man you had encountered, his movements were carefully calculated despite his intoxication, his touches soft yet firm upon your skin leaving a scorching trail in their wake. With kisses alone you felt as if he was deep beneath your skin drawing out all of your darkest deepest desires.’ (M)

+ Paper Hearts - ‘You met him at the tender age of thirteen. He was the boy next door, the kid that walked you to school on your very first day and told you your smile was like sunshine.’

+ Unseen (M) - ‘Jungkook struggles to keep his hands to himself.’

+ Nirvana (M) 1/2 - ‘the need for something that isn’t yours, yet all jungkook wanted to do was take and you willingly gave him everything and anything.’ 

+ Just what you need 1/? “People here, they’re dangerous you do best not to mix.” he explains, watching in interest at your reaction to his words. “Are you one of those people?” you ask. Bingo. He almost smirks he’d seen this scenario countless times, small naïve girls wanting nothing more than to play with fire, to get burnt. He leans forward within his chair, the proximity closing between the two of you as he pulls his lighter from his pocket. “I’m the worst kind.”

deal (m) 1, 2, 3/? - summary: ‘the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook?’ High school reunion au + ceo!jeon 

wonder (m) - summary: ‘that was the snag, the inconvenience if you will, Jeon Jungkook had next to no experience with girls. It was his best friend that insisted on dragging the poor boy from the safety of his dorm and to the nearest frat party. But now Jungkook no longer attended the parties instead taking refuge on your couch. He’d find comfort there, stretched out upon his back with your legs on either side of his body, your fingers threading lazily through his hair.’ virgin!kook

heat (m) - summary: requested - first time oral. 

wet (m) summary: requested: shower sex.

N A M J O O N : 

Blossoms: summary: requested - first time meeting.

3 Things

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: fluff and smutsmutsmut
Word count: 4,312

A/N: For anon, I hope you like it 💕 I think I’m getting better at writing smut?? Maybe??

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Your yawn drowns out the faint sounds of the TV, head lolling to the side as you stare blankly at the screen. It was well past eleven thirty – well past your bedtime – and you’re struggling to keep yourself upright and alert.

Jimin texted you around ten, letting you know that his shift at the convenience store was going to drag on a bit longer than expected, and that he wasn’t totally sure when he’d be headed home. He advised you not to wait up but of course, when did you ever really listen.

Both you and Jimin were full time students, juggling dead end jobs, homework and nearly non-existent social lives. Busy was an understatement for both of your lives and as a result you two rarely got to spend much time together. The only time you two really got was when you both settled down to sleep at night. No matter how dead tired either (or both) of you were, when you were curled up in each other’s arms at the end of a long day, you would quietly talk about the events that had happened or catch each other up on the episode of a drama the other had missed that week.

Which was why you were being so stubborn about going to bed without him; not feeling quite right about sliding under those blankets without his cold feet there to press against your calves.

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Close as Strangers: Chapter 11

Close as Strangers: Chapter 11

Word count: 6.2k

Genre: High School au, angst, smut  

This is dedicated to one of my best friends, thank you for being my friend and putting up with my weird ass. Thank you for reading my works and helping me want to keep writing even when I feel overwhelmed. Love you to death @kae-popx have a wonderful birthday, you deserve it! 

Chapters: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten

Originally posted by sugutie



You and Yoongi were bringing your stuff down to the foyer when the doorbell rang. You had woken up only about fifteen minutes ago. You were so tired but you lazily went and opened it to a sleepy looking Jungkook. He smiled and walked in, giving you a kiss and brushing hair from your face.

“Morning, Jungkook.“ you rubbed the sleep from one eye.

“Hi, love. Do you want some help with your bags?” He asked. He became very smiley all the sudden. His hand suddenly slid down your back and cupped your ass, squeezing it quickly. All you could do was gasp and he was out the door with one of your bags. Yoongi had already taken his but came back for his pillow and backpack.

“You okay, Y/N?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah,” you unfroze, you were definitely awake now. You grabbed your backpack and blanket. Then you and Yoongi said goodbye to your parents and his parents.

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Horny // Cole Sprouse

15 with Cole from the prompts + Can you write 15 with Cole ?

Prompt: “Are you seriously horny right now?”

Warnings: Swearing, mention of smut, Half-assed smut

Word Count: 740

Characters: Cole Sprouse, Dylan Sprouse, Matthew Sprouse (mentioned)

Authors Note: So, this isn’t even really bad smut, it’s just the first ‘sexual’ scene I have written and I’m so sorry if it’s crap. But I intend to get better. ;)

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You were currently seated at the breakfast bar in Cole’s parent’s house, your chin resting in your hand as you watched Cole prepare some cupcakes for the celebration of Cole’s dad’s birthday. Dylan was originally supposed to prepare it all, but he stated to Cole he just wanted to lounge around and play Pokémon, so Cole was pushed into the kitchen and here you were, watching the beauty that was in front on you, and quite frankly, turning you on.

He wasn’t even doing anything to turn you on, really. He was just being him, and that honestly made you so flustered. You didn’t know what to do about it, you just had to sit there and deal with it. Maybe it was the way his hair fell over his face. His brown shirt hugging his figure, the sleeves pushed up, showing his forearms.

“What are you staring at?” Cole looked at you, the electric mixer still in his hands as he whisked the batter, looking at you with a smile on his lips. You sat up straight, shaking your head. “Nothing. You’re just really pretty.” You grinned, hopping off the stool and making your way around the counter, your shoulder brushing against his as you opened the refrigerator, pulling out a can of diet Coke and grabbing a glass. You opened the can, pouring half of the drink into the glass and sliding Cole the can, your hand brushing against his bum as you walked back to wear you were sitting.

“You’re a bit cheeky, aren’t you?” Cole laughed a little, adding some chocolate chips to the cake mixture and mixed them in. He pulled out the cupcake tin and some cupcake wrappers. After organising the tin, he looked up at you, seeing you playing with your bralette strap, and he finally worked it out.

“Are you seriously horny right now?” He quietly exclaimed, looking at you with slightly wide eyes. “It’s not my fault!” You whined, a pout on your lips. “I can’t help that you’re gorgeous and my body reacts in a way that is completely inappropriate in this situation!” You huffed, taking a sip of the Coke and running your fingers through your hair.

Cole sighed, pouring the mixture into the wrappers. He was silent the whole time, chewing on his lip. As soon as he had put the several cupcake tins in the oven and set the timer, he looked at you, his eyes grazing over your body. “What am I going to do with you?” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. You could almost see the cogs working in his brain.

“How are the cakes coming along?” Cole heard his twin brother barge into the kitchen, his hand resting on Cole’s shoulder as he looked between the two of you. “You two in the midst of an argument?” Dylan wondered, chewing on the toothpick that was between his teeth.

“She’s fucking horny, Dyl!” Cole blurted out and your jaw dropped.

“Cole!” You had exclaimed, looking between the twins. You had covered your face, letting out a quiet groan as you heard Dylan laugh. “Just take her upstairs and I don’t know, have a quickie or something.” Dylan suggested before grabbing your glass of Coke, throwing the pair of you a wink.

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“I can’t believe you told Dylan I was horny.” You gasped as Cole’s hands worked his way to your bra clasp, lips on your neck as he undid your bra, lips on your jawline. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t know he was going to cover for us though.” Cole’s hand made its way under your shirt and his fingers gently pinched your nipple, rolling the bud between his index finger and thumb.

You let out a quiet moan, hands tugging at his hair as he pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it to the ground, along with your bra. Cole was quick to work on unbuttoning your skinny jeans, but was interrupted by a continuous knock on the door. “What!?”

“You might wanna check on your cupcakes, buddy. And Nonna is looking for you and (Y/N) so you might wanna finish whatever you two are doing.” Dylan laughed as you let out a whine, pulling on your bra and shirt, buttoning your jeans back up.

“This is all your fault.” Cole pointed at you, a smirk on his lips.

“And I will 100% make it up to you.”

This Whole Time

Word Count: 2,482

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“Absolutely not. There is no way you are dragging me into a muggle dress shop to sit around while you try on dresses,” Sirius shook his head. “Please, Pads?” Y/N stuck out her bottom lip, giving him the pouty face she knew her best friend couldn’t say ‘no’ to. Sirius groaned. “Why does it even matter?” “Because your my bestest friend in the whole wide world and I need your opinion!” Y/N cried dramatically, throwing herself into Sirius’ lap. “Bit dramatic today, aren’t we, Love?” Sirius muttered with a roll of his eyes. “Sirius,” Y/N whined, burying her face into his stomach. “Y/N, why don’t you just have William go with you to pick out the dress?” Sirius asked, reaching down to gently play with her hair. “He can’t see my dress before the ball!” Y/N exclaimed, shooting up from his lap. “And besides, he’ll just tell me I look good in everything. You’ll give me an honest opinion,” she added. “You do look good in everything,” Sirius laughed. “I know that,” Y/N gave his shoulder a gentle shove. “But you’ll tell me which one I look best in. And I need that. And I need you there to support me because you’re my best friendddddd,” she pouted, throwing herself across his lap once again. Sirius shook his head, unable to believe that he was about to agree to this. “Fine,” he huffed. “Let’s go.” “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she squealed, sitting up and throwing her arms around him before jumping up and bounding to the door. “Are you coming or not?”

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The Wait

Summary: Eileen tries to be patient while Sam figures things out.

Warning: brief smut, mostly just Saileen feels

Word Count: 1350ish

A/N: I am currently in the Sam x Eileen trash can. Join me, won’t you?


Eileen doesn’t mean to move into the bunker. It’s just one of those things, one of those changes that’s so slow and subtle she doesn’t realize it’s happening at first. And then one day she wakes up with a new, wonderful life. She can’t remember when or where it changed so much. None of the decisions she’s made over the last several months felt huge. But they add up to her hairbrush sitting on the bathroom sink, her favorite cereal in the kitchen, and Dean arguing with her about laundry.

It’s perfect.

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Routine (Part 3)

(Camboy AU Parts 1 and 2)

Pairing: Kagehina (NSFW)
Show: Haikyuu!! 
Summary: 

“—it’s three o’clock,” Kageyama says, “on a Thursday. I don’t want beer, I don’t want juice. I want to know why you’re—” he gestures vaguely to Hinata’s whole, squirming torso, “—doing that. What, you got worms? Do you—did you catch something? Have you given me crabs because I swear to god—”

Hinata balks, waving his hands in the space between them to shut Kageyama up.

No, oh my god. I don’t—I don’t have worms, or crabs, or any other…parasites. I’ve just got this, and I’m super excited about it.”

This, as it turns out, is a rumpled piece of paper. Hinata holds it flat on his palm, flicking his eyes between it and Kageyama’s face. He hops a little on his toes, and pushes his hand right up under kageyama’s nose.

“It’s a list!” He goes on. “I thought about it all after our first time, but there was just so much stuff I didn’t wanna forget, so last night, I finally wrote it all down!”

Kageyama blinks down at the wad of paper.

“A…list,” he says slowly. Hinata nods, frantic. “A list of what?”

“Things we can try! Like, you know, sex stuff.”

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‘i can’t help but want’ epilogue

i wrote a short little piece for @legendarydesvender for her birthday. i’d just released this fic when we started talking, and i still remember fondly that she doodled a little spock!keith for me during the livestream that we met in. happy birthday sven!! you’re lovely and wonderful and make me laugh every single day  💖💖💖

keith/lance (2112 words) 

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Bend It Over For Daddy - VKook (M)

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

This is my first threesome smut ever so sorry if it sucks, but not as much as Jungkook sucks, if you know what I mean ;)

KINKY ASS MOTHERFUCKING THREESOME SMUT OHMY

Request: can i request a taekook threesome with sub!kook and dom!tae and a lot of dry humping and tying up?

You ran your hand along his bare chest that was glistening in the dimmed lights from the street, just outside your window. He was panting, his eyes glued on you, as small moans and whimpers left his pink lips.

“Do you feel good?” You asked and placed yet another kiss on his neck, as he continuously stroked his length, in a fast pace. He nodded and swallowed harshly, his eyes trailing down to your hand, that was knuckles deep in your own cunt.

“Junkook” You moaned and turned to the side, fisting you hair, almost making a tear escape your blurry eyes from the pleasure you were feeling.

“I’m home!” A door slammed, and you immediately sat up, ripping your soaked fingers out of your warm pussy, wincing slightly. Jungkook moaned and turned, his face buried in the many pillows, your bed held. You looked around the bedroom and quickly got up, running over to put on Jungkook’s shirt, your legs almost giving in from how wobbly and numb they were. You turned around and heard the door go up, followed by Taehyung, as he stepped into the room. He sniffed the air and scrunched his nose.

“Why does it smell like” He walked over to the window and opened it, looking down at the street before turning back to you and Jungkook. “Sex?” He finished and neared the two of you, his eyes holding a devilish smirk, that not even his lips had to form, before you knew what he knew.

Fuck.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, beside you, and ran his hand up your thigh, making you shiver at his touch.

“Have you been touching yourself?” He whispered in your ear, looking over your shoulder at Jungkook, who was still buried in the pillows.

“Uh-uhm no. Of course not Tae” You chuckled and smiled at him. He sighed heavily and looked at you, before tapping your nose and getting up.

“You know I don’t like it, when you lie to me” He snapped and made his way over to one of the many shelves you had in your bedroom, grabbing a black box and placing it on the desk underneath.

“Why would we lie Daddy?” Jungkook asked, sitting beside you on the bed. Jungkook looked at you, and smiled, both of you knew just what that pet name did to Taehyung. He turned around and looked at the both of you, a black belt in his hands. He shrugged off his jacket and took off his black tee in the process, his bare chest, sending chills down your spine. He never failed to amaze you with how he was built, the same with Jungkook.

“Because I know you two, silly heads” He put the belt on the bed and leaned over you, inches from your face. His eyes trailed from yours to your lips, before he grabbed a hold of your neck and slammed his lips on yours. You moaned loudly, and he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Yah, daddyy” Jungkook whined and pushed at your shoulders, making you fall, back down on the bed, before Jungkook attacked Tae’s lips, placing himself on your lap.
You retreated yourself from under him and laid down face towards them, and ran your hand down your clothed stomach.
You closed your eyes and started circling your clit, your hips bucking lightly at the neediness you felt, from not finishing just 10 minutes ago.
You bit your lip and ran your hand down your slit, before your hand was slapped away.
Taehyung hovered over you, holding your arm beside you, the other grabbing a hold of your wrist and sticking your fingers into his mouth, sucking on your juices. He moaned against your fingers, causing another chill run down your spine.
“Daddy please” You begged and sat up, looking at Taehyung.
He looked at you before grabbing a hold of the belt. He motioned for you to turn around. You looked up at Jungkook, who was laying beside you. His eyes were locked on yours, his lips swollen and pink.
“I need for you to count for me princess” Taehyung pulled the tee over your butt and pulled down your panties, patting your butt, before placing a sloppy kiss on each cheek.
You heard the sound of the belt jiggling. You eyes were still on Jungkook’s. His were widened while he was looking at Taehyung’s actions, making you worry and almost sit up, before quickly thinking twice. Both you and Jungkook knew just how mad Taehyung was, and you didn’t want to make it any worse.
A harsh slap was placed on your right butt cheek, making you cry out in pain, a tear falling on the sheets, forming a darker spot.
“I said count, baby girl. You don’t want me to start over, do you?” He asked. You sighed heavily and cleared your throat.
“One daddy”
“Good girl” He praised before placing another slap, each harder than the other, as he made his way to 30, taking his time.
“Th-thirty daddy” you sniffled and slowly sat up, your butt burning and aching from the harsh slaps.
Tae immediately dropped the belt and sat down beside you, taking you into his lap. He placed your head on his shoulder and stroked your hair soothingly.


“You did so well baby, so well for daddy. Do you want a treat now?” He asked and brushed some hair strands away from your face.
You nodded eagerly and sat down beside Jungkook who was still looking at you. He grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you in for a hug, placing a wet kiss on your already swollen lips.
“Jungkook” Taehyung’s voice rang though the room, before Jungkook was pulled from away from you, a whimper escaping your lips as your hand lingered in the air.
Jungkook was placed at the headboard, his arms above his head, as Taehyung tightened the silk around his wrists.
“Is it ok?” Taehyung asked and sat down in front of Jungkook, waiting for Jungkook’s approval.
He croaked a yes, before Taehyung placed kisses along his jawline, down to his neck, where he left a deep purple hickey. Jungkook moaned, his eyes closing and his lips into a tight line, to hold back to moans that were escaping him.
Taehyung removed himself from Jungkook before crawling over to you, pulling off his pants and boxers, his throbbing length slapping against his lined stomach.


He licked his lips before grabbing your face and kissing you deeply. You tasted Jungkook on his tongue, and pulled him closer, ignoring the small whimpers from Jungkook.  Taehyung gently laid you on the bed, one feet from Jungkook, and sat between your legs, not breaking eye contact.

“Taehy-Daddy please!” Jungkook yelled, pulling against the pink silk. You still wondered to this day, how Taehyung had managed to get his hands on silk, that was able to hold a needy and horny Jungkook back.
You bucked your hips against Taehyung, before he placed his hands roughly on your hips, pushing them down.
“Don’t make me regret, throwing the belt away sweetheart” He scolded before spreading your legs, circling your clit with his thumb, running his fingers up and down your slit, teasing you to almost death.
“Daddy” you begged and looked at him, his eyes were on your wet heat, looking hungrily like you were his next meal, and you hoped in every inch of your body, that you were.
“What would you like as a treat, baby?” Taehyung asked, running his hand on your thighs, massaging the skin.
“I want” you felt your cheeks get hotter by the second and you covered your face with your hands. “Your tongue daddy” you finished and looked at him. He simply nodded before laid down in front of you, licking his lips at the view.
You spread your legs further for him to get better entrance. He placed his hands on the back of your thighs, and let his tongue slide from your opening to your clit, circling at your clit.
“Ah-ah daddy!” You moaned and gripped onto his hair, wanting to rip it off from the amount of pleasure he was giving you.
He sucked on your clit, his hand coming to pump in and out of you, in a steady pace.
“Daddy” You heard Jungkook whisper and snapped your head to look at him, through your blurry eyes.
The look on his face was tired, his eyes were begging to be touched, and his dick was painfully hard against his stomach, that was pooling in a thin layer of sweat and precum.
You almost felt bad for him, and wanted to help him, had it not been for Taehyung’s tongue, working wonders in your hole like never before.
You curled your toes and pushed yourself further down on his tongue, making him go deeper inside you, almost making you come right on the spot.
“Daddy” you begged and grabbed at his hair again.
“Baby girl” he hummed against your clit, making you see the stars as you came undone, writhing under him, as he continued abusing your heat.
You moaned loudly and grabbed at the sheets, as Taehyung got up, licking around his mouth and his fingers.
You panted and looked at him, he looked at you before kissing you roughly.
“D-daddy please” you sat up abruptly at Jungkook’s voice.
He sounded so defeated and tired, it made you worry.
“Yes baby boy, I’ll be right there” Taehyung assured, placing one last kiss on your lips before untying Jungkook.
Jungkook fell into Taehyng’s arms, placing kisses on his arms.
“Is there anything you’d like baby boy?” Taehyung asked and ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.
“You and Y/N” he replied and looked up at you. You smiled before crawling over to the two, placing a hand on Jungkook’s forehead.
Nodding, you signaled for Taehyung to let go of Jungkook.
You pulled him by the ankles until he was laying loosely on the bed, almost making you come for the second time this fine night.
You blinked and looked at Jungkook’s cock, that was still begging for some well earned attention.
You got down on all fours and placed your hand on his cock, stroking a few times before taking the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue, teasing him at it’s finest.
Jungkook moaned loudly and grabbed at the sheets, slamming a pillow over his head, moaning into it.
“Let us see that pretty face of yours, baby” Taehyung commented before pulling the pillow from Jungkook’s grasp before lining up in front of him.
Taehyung’s cock was on full display for Jungkook as Jungkook took his cock into his mouth, moaning at the friction between the three of you.
Taehyung trailed his hand on the sheet and got down to your heat, that was dripping onto the comforters, and started rubbing your clit, making you moan against Jungkook’s cock, making him twitch in your mouth.
You took him deeper while playing with his balls, feeling at the skin, gently massaging, careful not to hurt him.
“Y/N” Jungkook moaned, his voice muffled from Taehyung’s dick.
You bopped your head, taking as much of Jungkook as you possibly could.
You sucked in your cheeks, sending Jungkook to the edge as he shot his load down your throat, for you to swallow it all.
You sat up, spreading your legs more for Taehyung, while he was moaning heavily, his hand shakily rubbing your clit.
You removed his hand and took them in your mouth, sucking your juices off, before leaning down and kissing him deeply.
“Ah” Jungkook moaned and swallowed loudly as Taehyung sat up, pulling away from you. You chuckled at the cum, dripping from the side of Jungkook’s mouth. You sat on the side, and watched as Jungkook crawled over to Taehyung, dominantly capturing his lips in a deep kiss. Taehyung sat Jungkook on his thigh and leaned towards his ear, biting at the earlobe, before putting his hands on Jungkook’s hips, gently rocking them back and forth on his thigh. Jungkook dropped his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, locking eyes with you, small moans escaping him as he dry humped his daddy.

“Daddy” Jungkook moaned and closed his eyes, sweat glistening on his forehead. You captured your lip between your teeth and got on your knees, kissing Jungkook on his lips, leaving small moans for Taehyung to hear.  A long and pleasurable moan left Jungkook, vibrating on your lips and you knew he had just orgasmed. You ran your hands through his damp hair. Taehyung got up, heading to the bathroom, to probably clean up.

You pulled away and Jungkook pulled you under the covers, cradling your head to his chest.
“Daddy?” Jungkook’s voice vibrated against his chest, as he called for your daddy.
“I’m here” Taehyung said, before gently pushing you further, laying down behind you.
He pulled you close as well, and reached his hand up to intertwine with Jungkook’s.
“Daddy loves you” Taehyung whispered, to the both of you.
“We love you too daddy” Jungkook whispered and leaned closer to your chest.

Or Nah (One - Shot)

Or Nah: Reader and Bucky are doing their routine workout before an extremely important mission, which doesn't go as planned when Bucky shows her his own playlist he made.

A/N: I've always wondered what would happen if Sam introduced Bucky to some really dirty songs! I was dying while writing this haha! If you want to hear the song while you read it’s right here! :D I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Very dirty song lyrics, pls beware lol. Bucky being a flirty little shit. Slight secondhand embarrassment. 

You let out a small sigh as you placed the weight in your hand down. You had been in the gym for a solid two hours, working out for the mission that was coming up later that week. It was a pretty big one, and you wanted to make sure you were ready for anything and everything. Bucky, who would be your partner for the mission had agreed to join you for the workout, and to your surprise, he even offered to chose the playlist. 

Ever since he and Sam had been hanging out more often, they’ve been able to catch him up on various modern things, mostly music. You knew that Bucky had been spending time listening to the new wave of music on his little ipod you had given him for his birthday, but you had no idea what songs Sam had put on there for him. 

You and he had grown pretty close ever since Bucharest, and dare you admit, you liked him. A bit much for just friends, but you’d never tell him. There were sometimes when you swore he was reciprocating your feelings, but you always brushed it off as simple flirtatious teasing. Steve always said that’s how he used to be back in the day. 

You just figured it was some nineties rap or something, which wasn’t unlikely. 

The last song had ended, leaving the two of you in that awkward five second silence before the next song began. 

Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?
You can ride my face until you dripping cum
Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?
Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

Your eyes nearly fell out of your head at how wide you were staring at him. He paid no attention to you, as he was in his own little world. He lowly sung along to the song as he lifted the weights in his hands. The way he spoke the lyrics, you knew damn well that he had heard the song quite a bit. 

You swallowed loudly as you watched Bucky work out. The black tank top he wore clung to his body, which was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His arms flexed in such a delicious way each time he brought the weight up, almost as if he was showing off everything he had. 

His hair was pulled back in a messy bun, with a few rebellious strands falling in front of his face. Your eyes analyzed the way his jaw clenched each time he flexed, and the way his lips pursed. His brow was furrowed with concentration as he worked out, his eyes staring forward at the grand mirror in front of him as he watched himself. 

And Jesus, that metal arm. It shifted and clicked with each movement, and you honestly found yourself wondering how on earth you could be attracted to a prosthetic limb. Regardless, you’ve wanted it and him. 

After making sure you weren’t drooling over him, you peered back up at his face, expecting him to still be in his own little world. But to your horror, he was staring right at you. His mouth was curved upwards into a little, fascinated smile as he watched you. Regardless, he continued singing along to the song. 

You gonna run it for these hundreds, girl, or nah?
Show me is you really ‘bout your money, girl, or nah?
Don’t play with a boss, girl, take it off
Take it for a real one
You gonna get it all

You watched as he sung to you, his eyes traveling down your body. You blushed even deeper as you took in the raunchy lyrics. You had no idea why Sam would introduce him to this. Steve would probably have several heart attacks at once if he showed up. 

Bucky set down the weights in his hand with a loud clank, pulling you out of your thoughts. He made sure to give you a show as he reached behind himself and slipped the tank top from his body, tossing it to the side. He made his way over to the chin up bar, which was located directly across from you. By now, you were trying to relieve some of the arousal that was pooling between your legs by pressing them together. 

Bucky placed his hands on the bar, and slowly began lifting himself upwards, peering over at you, still singing those damn lyrics. 

Is you really 'bout your money or nah?
Can you really take dick or nah?
Can I bring another bitch or nah?
Is you with this shit or nah?

Your eyes immediately went to his body, watching as every single muscle flexed as he lifted himself up. His gray sweatpants hung low on his waist, giving you a perfect view of the V of his waist. You so desperately wanted to see just a few more inches, but you knew better. He was teasing you, and you were falling right into the trap. 

Not being able to take it anymore, you stood from your seat and began walking towards the bench press. You lie back onto the bench, pressing your hands onto the bar tightly. But before you could even get started, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your legs and pull you away. 

You squeaked, trying to balance yourself. Before you could sit upwards, you were pressed back down by a metal hand. Bucky hovered over you, smirking devilishly as he placed both of his hands on either sides of your head, trapping you underneath him. You felt so small, and couldn't fight the blush that was now spread throughout your chest and face. 

Girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?
Can I bring another bitch? Let’s have a threesome
Keep saying you’s a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?

“Hey, Buck,” Sam called as he entered the room. His eyes staring down at the ipod in his hands, completely unaware of what was going on in front of him. 

“I think I accidentally took yo- WHOA!

You immediately covered your face with your hands. This was not what you hoped the outcome would be at all! You were hoping for some steamy make out sessions or maybe even Bucky’s head between your legs, but this was absolutely not what you wanted. Sam would never let you guys live this down. 

Bucky cleared his throat awkwardly as he stared at his friend, his eyes flickering between the two of you with a sheepish smile. 

“Man,” He whistled as he listened to the song blaring from the speakers. “I always knew you were a closet freak, Y/N.’” With a cackle, Sam turned on his heel and exited the gym. 

Not before calling over his shoulder that he had a very interesting story for dinner tonight. 


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Sirius Black and Lily Evans

After Lily warms up to Sirius, these were some common sights…

  • Sirius Black and Lily Evans, sitting in the common room by the fire, braiding each others hair.
  • Lily testing a new shade of nail polish on Sirius, slapping his hand away every time he went to touch his nail before it had dried
  • Lily and Sirius both talking about the cute people that walked past them while they did their homework(re: Lily did her work, Sirius doodled)
  • Sirius and Lily exchanging crop tops and baggy sweaters because “Oh my god Sirius this sweater would work great with your hair”
  • Sirius helping James with his new attempt to ask out Lily, only to listen to her rave on and on for hours about how “dreadful that James Potter was”, wondering when exactly she would admit she liked him
  • Sirius and Lily making sure Remus had his work done, and always offering him blankets and water and chocolate
  • Lily practically having to slap Sirius in the face to tell him “Yes you idiot Remus likes you ask him out” because Sirius couldn’t believe anyone would actually really like him romantically past his looks
  • Sirius and Lily being best friends forever(although forever was a little shorter for one)
Behind The Scenes

Characters: Hoseok x Reader

Length: 3975 words

Genre: Smut

Originally posted by hohbi


Muffled music reached your ears as you stood in the hallway, your eyes stuck on the metal numbers that were placed on the wall next to a door opposite of you, though your mind had wandered to different realms.

It must’ve looked weird how you were planted there all alone, staring straight ahead of you, waiting for time to pass, but you didn’t care.

You had a good enough reason to be there and you couldn’t wait for those last five minutes to go by.

Every second felt like it stretched out, lasting forever, as if time was teasing you and deliberately passing slower just because you were constantly looking at your phone.

The last message you had received from him told you that he had landed and ever since then, you felt like you were walking on hot coals.

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Okay listen…can we all just relax for a second…and think abt Tony and Steve just sat in the Rec Room together…it’s mid afternoon and everyone is out so it’s just the two of them… Tony is curled up against Steve, half asleep already; his legs thrown over his Supersoldier Boyfriend’s lap, with one hand swirling little patterns into the skin of Steve’s arm and the other one interlocked with Steve’s fingers…. 

and Steve- he’s just sat with his forehead pressed into the top of Tony’s messy hair,, looking down at his tiny genius boyf with such a look of wonder on his face… and it’s happy and good and calm and Steve plants a kiss on top of Tony’s head because goddamn it he’s in love and Tony grumbles something in reply about needing to work but then just curls up even further into Steve’s arms and all is good in the world.

anonymous asked:

Hello, can I request a situation where rfa+saeran+v+vanderwood is taking care of their first baby when mc is sick or tired. ?? You can ignore it if u don't want to ,Thank you 💕💕💕

So cute! Hope you enjoy these~


Zen: 

  • You were still managing Zen’s acting and taking care of your six month old
  • It was inevitable that your body would crash and you would get sick
  • Zen insists you needed rest, so he took off from work to take care of the baby
  • Usually he only plays with the baby and takes care of things after dinner
  • But this was full on taking care of the baby
  • Why was he crying? Where was that smell coming from?
  • Zen tries to do a bunch of things to make his son calm down like making weird faces and dancing around
  • Nothing seemed to work…until he started singing a song from his musicals
  • Of course, the diaper change was bad
  • Zen was gagging and wondering how such a foul smell could come out of such a sweet face
  • The worst part was the feeding
  • The baby loved to throw food, and Zen’s long hair seemed catch every chunk
  • But he somehow gets both himself and the baby cleaned up
  • They look so nice he sits on the couch and starts taking selfies with his son
  • The baby gets a kick out the different filters, and Zen is melting when he starts giggling uncontrollably at the puppy ears
  • You come out after you taking a short nap, and you find Zen and the baby knocked out on the couch
  • Your son is lying on his chest, his fingers curled around Zen’s shirt
  • And Zen lay a protective hand on his son’s back
  • You take a picture of the precious moment…just for you though

Yoosung:

  • Yoosung noticed you’d been looking more and more tired when he came home from work
  • So, he told you to take the weekend and rest up while he took care of your four month old son
  • He gained a lot of over-confidence the first half of the day, because all the baby did was sleep
  • Then lunch time came…
  • He was trying to feed his son out of a bottle, but he wouldn’t stop crying
  • He didn’t know what was wrong or what to do
  • He just places the baby in a sitting position on the couch, kneels down in front of him, and just starts giving him a pep talk
  • The boy still cries for quite awhile…then he stops and stares at Yoosung in a confused manner
  • Relieved, Yoosung starts making some faces and the baby starts giggling
  • He’s finally calmed him down enough to feed him and burp him, which he does just fine
  • But of course, the baby eventually needs a diaper change
  • Yoosung thinks it’s going great, but just before he can close the diaper…he gets peed on
  • He feels really bad having to leave the baby with you so he can wash off
  • He notices the baby’s wispy hair gets into his eyes, so he ties up his hair in a tiny little bun
  • He does the same with his own, because obviously he has to match with his son
  • He puts the baby in a jumper and starts bouncing around with his boy until both of them get tuckered out
  • He puts the baby to sleep before hanging up some new decorations you got for the nursery
  • When you go to check on him, he’s asleep against the crib where he had been keeping an eye on his son

Jaehee:

  • She noticed you’ve been coming into your shifts looking a lot more tired
  • “MC! Get me some pepper!”
  • So, one evening she tells you she’ll take care of the baby while you catch up on sleep
  • She thought it wouldn’t be that hard, but she was really wrong
  • She knew all the practical things about taking care of a baby boy…but she didn’t know how to make him laugh
  • She tried to make airplane sounds while feeding him
  • But all she got was a blank stare
  • She played peek-a-boo, even going so far to making weird faces and sounds
  • Still nothing
  • She tried puppets, blankets, stuffed animals, toys, but nothing seemed to work
  • She gives up and just pops in a DVD while the baby is calm
  • She talks casually, giving her commentary on the musical she’s watching, talking to him like an adult instead of a kid
  • When you finally come back, you see the mess of her usually neat living room
  • She sighs and returns the baby to you
  • But then she sneezes…and the baby starts laughing
  • She stares wide eyed 
  • “Jaehee…no.”

Jumin: 

  • You got sick out of the blue, and you really didn’t want your baby girl getting sick
  • Jumin agreed to take care of everything until you got over the worst
  • He turned around for two seconds before he hears Elizabeth yowling
  • His daughter was “innocently” tugging on her tail
  • Jumin scoops her up quickly, “No! Gentle!”
  • The scolding makes her cry though
  • He feels a little bad, so he puts her on the ground and lays on his back
  • He just lets her crawl all over him
  • He gets some giggles out of her when she places a hand on his mouth and he takes it in his lips and growls
  • He puts her a princess dress and gives her a toy wand
  • Only she ends up clunking him in the head, making him cry out sharply
  • “Dear, what happened?” you call from your room
  • “Nothing,” he returns, though he can feel the lump forming on his head
  • He promptly takes away the wand, replacing it with stuffed cat
  • He’s an expert in diaper changing
  • He has a nose clip and everything is so precise, since his daughter somehow knows not to move around when he’s changing her
  • When nap time rolls around, he carries her over his shoulder and hums softly while walking by the large window
  • He actually hates nap time because he loves spending time with her while she’s awake

Seven: 

  • He noticed you weren’t yourself lately, and you admitted you were feeling a bit under the weather
  • He forced you to go to bed while he took care of your daughter for the day
  • The day starts out rough
  • He tries to give the baby her bottle, and she just won’t take it
  • “Why won’t you drink it? It tastes good!”
  • Not thinking, he sticks it into his mouth for emphasis….he splutters the milk out of his mouth
  • At least it made her laugh
  • After she finally eats, he props her over his shoulder and burps her…and of course, she spits up on him a little
  • After he cleans up, he decides she needs a bath too so he puts her in the sink
  • He gets to play around a little, and puts her hair into a mohawk and just talks to her about random things
  • She even coos in response sometimes
  • He still has errands around the house to do, so he puts in her one of those baby carriers on his stomach
  • He takes a selfie in the mirror and sends it in the messenger with #dadduty
  • Speaking of duty… he’s pretty good at diaper changing on most days…but not today
  • While he’s trying to get the wipes and the clean diaper out, the baby crawls away from him
  • He’s stumbling over the mess of toys trying to get to her
  • She gets into your room butt naked with him calling after her, “We do not go naked in this house!”
  • At the end of the day, you come out of the room to check on them
  • Your daughter is knocked out in his lap, and meanwhile he’s invested in some baby show because his brain is so dead at that point
  • You never let him live it down 

Saeran:

  • You were exhausted, and he could see another day of your usual schedule would end with you getting sick
  • So he shoos you off to bed while he takes care of your daughter
  • The baby is pretty relaxed in the morning
  • She falls asleep while he’s trying to feed her
  • He has some baby food on a spoon and she just face plants into it
  • She gets a little cranky after that
  • He just lays her down on a blanket and tries some toys, but they don’t work
  • So he starts blowing little raspberries on her belly, and she’s in a fit of giggles
  • He likes reading to her
  • He’ll put her on his lap and start with a story book
  • She points to some pictures and make some noises, and he’ll just go with it
  • “Yeah…that is a weird picture. I agree…Yep. My thoughts exactly.”
  • When it comes to nap time, he rocks her in his arms gently
  • His presence is soothing and she just nods off quickly
  • Although, when he puts her in the crib, she gets up and starts whining
  • She stops when she holds his finger
  • With a sigh, he just crawls in the crib with her and cradles her
  • When you come to see what’s happening, you just see two lanky legs sticking up from the edge of the crib
  • You have to take a picture, but you melt when you see the two of them curled up together

V:

  • The moment you’re sick, he’s already making sure you’re resting
  • He promises to take care of your baby boy during the day
  • He still wants to cook you breakfast, so like Seven, he has one of those baby carriers while he’s prepping orange juice and cereal and things
  • He’s really bad at feeding the baby
  • When his son won’t take the spoonful of food, he just starts negotiating
  • “Please? Just a few bites. It might taste bad now…but later I’ll make you good food. Just one bite?”
  • You have to help a little with that, but he still sends you off
  • When the baby is in a more playful mood, V takes advantage and does a mini photo shoot
  • His camera is on hand and he even preps some backdrops
  • He’s good at getting a smile out of the baby with his strange faces
  • If they’re playing on the bed, he’ll pepper the baby in little kisses making him laugh
  • Also, peek-a-boo with the blanket
  • He’s so good at putting the baby to sleep though
  • He swaddles him in a blanket with little cacti on them and rocks them back and forth
  • If that doesn’t work, he’ll hum some old time songs gently
  • The baby is asleep a short while later

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