“This album really symbolized who I’ve become as a new artist, and as a new producer and songwriter, and everything that I feel about the past. I’m able to put aside and write about it like it’s a fond memory instead of who I actually am today. So really, Death of a Bachelor is talking about getting back to my roots, but being able to move forward in a new light, in a new era as a brand new person.”
I can’t stop thinking about the first time Peter Parker meets Victory Stark. And now I can’t stop giggling insanely either because IF this AU had soulmates in it (which it doesn’t, just to be clear) and Peter was Victory’s, little Peter would grow up with the words “What? Never seen a girl draw a dick on Captain-fucking-America’s stupid face?” tattooed on his forearm and I think that would be beautiful.
BTS reacting to you inviting them to shower with you
Gifs aren’t mine.
Jin would be like ‘huh ?’ thinking he heard you wrong but would quickly nod his head vigorously and follow you like a lost puppy as you took his hand and brought him in the bathroom. Once in the shower, he’d blush, realizing what was happening and would try not to look at you too much. He’d compliment you, though, but would stutter doing it ‘Y-you have a beautiful body, jagi’.
Yoongi would try pretending he isn’t that excited and he’d be like ‘yeah sure whatever’ but he’d nearly run after you to not miss a single second. In the shower he’d always be touching you somewhere and wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you, kissing your shoulders and rubbing your arm softly.
Tae would smile really wide and nod his head up and down, skipping after you, so happy to have a chance to shower with you. In the shower, he’d compliment you every five seconds and would ask if you wanted him to help you. He’d be so happy to have a reason to rub his hands all over you. ‘You’re so gorgeous, jagiya !’
Rap Monster (Namjoon):
Namjoon would blush and look down before saying yes but once he’d get in the shower he wouldn’t feel shy at all and wouldn’t hesitate to touch you and kiss you, pushing you against the wall. He’d discover every inch of your body and would remember every detail for later when he’d have to write.
Hobi would quickly say yes and do a victory dance when you’d turn around to leave. In the shower, he’d stare at you the whole time and would forget to “properly shower”. He’d be hesitant to touch you but when you’d kiss him and tell him it was okay he wouldn’t stop. ‘Wah, jagi ! How can you look so good ?’
Jimin’s eyes would widen slightly and he’d kind of be like ‘m-me ?’ so when you’d nod, he’d follow you, sill not quite believing it. In the shower he wouldn’t be shy at all though and would put his hands on your waist and taste you. He’d put his hand on your back and pull you closer which would eventually lead to more happening.
Jungkook would be quite shocked jungshook and his eyes would just widen. He’d kind of answer with ‘w-what ?’ not really believing it so when you’d confirm it he would just follow you to the shower. Once in the shower he’d just look at you when you’d turn around so when you’d turn back he’d quickly look away and blush which you’d find absolutely adorable so you’d give him a peck and tell him just that. ‘Y-yah, jagi ! I’m not cute !’
A/N:This is the NINTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “My god, you’re a freak.” It will be highlighted in the fic. The line was picked by the lovely @smoothdogsgirl Hope you enjoy this little blurb!
Phil’s always felt weirdly privileged to share Dan’s bed
whenever he sleeps over.
It’s not like it’s anything he’s a stranger to – quite the opposite really, but out of everyone,
Phil’s the only one Dan will actually let in
his bed on account of the fact he can actually have a decent night’s sleep without
Phil taking all the duvet or accidentally rolling over and pushing him off the
bed. That’s Kyle’s trick – explaining
why he’s down there whilst his marginally less irritating best friend is up
here under his duvet, sharing his mattress. It’s nice sleeping with the knowledge
he won’t wake up either freezing cold or on the floor.
Phil’s used to them being the last ones awake – having been
friends with a bunch of total fucking lightweights for the best part of three
years, it’s become the norm for the rest of them to be down there, asleep.
They’re wrapped up in empty sleeping bags and spare duvets whilst the only two
who can actually handle their drink are lying side-by-side, a cut above the sea
of empty bottles and shot glasses littering Dan’s floor. They’d passed out about
half an hour ago, leaving the two slightly tipsy teenagers still giggling over
what had been a contribution to the night’s entertainment along with the heated
games of ‘never have I ever’ and one too many Malibu shots.
“Does this not feel weird to you?” Dan’s eyebrow quirks in
Phil’s direction as he holds the two small wooden cubes in his hand. “I feel-…
it feels- I don’t know- gross,
kind-of,” he huffs out a chuckle.
“Why would-…” he squints in the darkness, “-… lick-… elbow-… feel weird to me?” he replies, a threat of sarcasm in his
Throwback Thursday and non scale victory…..ummm yes lets do this!
So, I grew up as the girl on the left who could never really sit crossed leg-ed with comfort. My legs were too chubby to fold them up and rest easily on them. I also could never just sit with my legs spread out as above without having something to support my back (note I am against the couch).
Now I am the girl on the right who can sit as such, with no back support, and I do it without even thinking about it. This picture was taken on Monday, and I realized I sat in the pose for almost thirty minutes scrolling tumblr. No problems, not aches, no omg this is hurting. I was just doing it as if I always did my whole life.
It really is the small things in life that make up all your victories. :)
Imagine if Victoria and Max are BFF in love rivalry. They often do critic and discussions, hunting photos, and hangout just two of them ‘cuz just being close to each other feels so comfortable for them. Victoria love being mean to Max just to see Max’s cute reactions and Max dealing with it pretty well ‘cuz she understands that is Victoria’s way to communicate and conceal all her vulnerabilities.
All sketchy and I’m so done doing cell-shading. It’s time for get back to my messy painting style.
Request: Heyy I saw you’re taking requests~~ Can you post a smut or smutty scenario with Taeyong in which you had fought for something but then realised it wasn’t for something that important and you realise that and you make up and it’s your first time together… if you know what I mean…😏😏😏… and it’s kinda romantic with kisses on the walls and him lifting his gf and it’s kinda likd Coffee Prince…😍 (no handjob or blowjob pleaseee)
Word Count: 2719
A/N - lets pretend for fiction sake that it’s still the 14th lol
Today is White Day. The day similar to valentines day, where couples went out and did couple like things. But not you. You had been sat on the couch for the most of the day waiting for your boyfriend, Taeyong, to say or do something to acknowledge the momentous day, but nothing happened. He didn’t even have the excuse of being in dance practice or recording, he had the day off and so far all he’d done was wake up and play video games. Usually this type of thing wouldn’t bother you, you knew Taeyong had a busy schedule and he might have forgotten because of that, but today it did.
Taeyong sat on the floor in front of you, his legs crossed, controller in hand, as he played a violent video game with loud explosions and gun shots firing every few seconds. He’d press the buttons quickly and lean forward whenever he aimed and fired, and once he’d hit his target he’d let out victory whisper, ‘Yes’ and the occasional whine when someone else hit him, that person usually being Jaehyun as he cursed his name.
You’d watch him for a while, until you got tired and laid down on the couch, your head resting on the cushions that were scattered on it. Every time he glanced back at you for a split second and smiled at you, you thought he was going to mention it was White Day and that he loved you, but of course you were just getting ahead of yourself again. This happened for the next hour or so, he’d pay games and casually check up on you from time to time, until one time he stopped and looked at you for a bit longer. Your heart raced as you waited for him to say what you wanted to hear, but all he said was, “Y/N, could you get me a drink, please?”
“Huh?” Your heart dropped. Did he really just ask you that? You lifted your leg and nudged him with your foot making him drop his controller on the floor,
“Why don’t you get one yourself?” His mouth dropped and he stared at you trying to understand what he’d said wrong. The both of would usually drop whatever the other was doing to get something as simple as a drink for each other. “O-Okay…”
He paused the game he was playing and made his way over the kitchen, where he grabbed a drink and filled it with ice cold water. Confused he made his way back over to where you sat, this time sitting on the couch with you instead of on the floor. He sat with his posture straight, as if he was a naughty school boy and the teacher had just told him off for talking over them. Still trying to think of what he did that was so wrong he kept glancing over at you until he finally said, “I-I did say ‘please’, right?”
You rolled your eyes. Did he really not know what day it was? He got up from where he was sitting and turned the TV off before sitting a little bit closer to you on the couch. You were now sitting rather than lying down and Taeyong’s hand rested on your leg. You tried not to look at him, if you gave him the silent treatment would he realise?
“Y/N? Babe?” He rubbed his hand up and down your leg, making it difficult for you to not look at him, “Y/N, I’ve really tried to think about what I’ve done, but i really don’t know… Any chance of telling me?”
Finally you gave in and looked at him, “Taeyong, what day is it today?” You smiled at him patronizingly and he avoided you gaze and thought about it some more.
“It’s fourteenth of March? And that day is significant because…?” He glanced back at you sheepishly, which would normally make you smile, but you were upset about him not remembering.
“It’s White Day.” You stood up and went to the kitchen, filling up a glass full of water to distract yourself.
“Shit.”, Taeyong got up from his seat on the couch and made his way over to you as you drank all the water left in your cup, slamming it down on the counter, “Y/N, I totally forgot-”
You turned away from him and opened the fridge. Hidden behind a few items, you brought out a box of chocolates and laid them in front of him on the counter. He stared at it for a second and then ran his hand through his hair, sighing.
“Are trying to make me feel like a bad boyfriend? because that’s what it feels like right now.” He pushed the chocolates away from him.
“Well, shouldn’t you feel bad? These types of days are worshiped by couples. The day where they tell each other how much they love each other and want to be with each other for the rest of their lives and shit, and you forget?” You crossed your arms.
Taeyong moved so that he stood in front of you. “And you think I don’t love you?” He half shouted, his face burning red, his fists clenched at his side, “Because I forgot about some stupid day, it makes me love you any less than I do now?”
This made you stop from firing another advance in your argument. Feeling ashamed that you got so worked up about something like White Day, you looked at the floor, your cheeks burning bright red.
“Just because I didn’t buy you chocolates doesn’t mean I don’t love you, even though I do regret forgetting to buy you chocolates.” He added as a side note. He was breathing hard, but you already new he was calming down from his earlier outburst.
“I-I didn’t mean to imply that you didn’t love me, because I know you love me, and I love you too-” You were cut off when Taeyong reached out and cupped your cheeks in his large hands. He looked you in the eye for less than a second, then he stepped forward and placed his lips on yours.
It was over before you realised it, he pulled away leaving his hands on your cheeks. “I love you so much. Let’s not argue over this anymore, okay? Let me make it up to you?”
He gazed into your eyes and you gazed back. His eyes were dark, and if you were meeting him for the first time you’d probably think he was a cold person, but you knew he was far from it, you found comfort in his eyes. Thinking he was going to pull away from you and suggest that the both of you go out on a fancy date or something, you were surprised when he placed his lips back on yours, this time for a little longer than before. His lips were warm and soft against yours as he passionately kissed you, the grip on your cheeks firm.
He pressed his body against yours and walked the both of you back until your back hit the kitchen counter. You gasped from the cold on your back, and Taeyong took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. The familiar feeling of his tongue against yours made your heart race. His tongue was soft as he explored your mouth, angling his head in different positions so that he could explore new parts of your mouth every now and again.
His hands moved from cupping your cheeks to your hips where he rubbed circles into your hips, making your legs grow weaker. Quite frankly you couldn’t get enough of your boyfriend. Taeyong noticed the shaking of your legs, and suddenly gripped your waist and lifted you onto the cluttered kitchen counter. You knocked over a couple of dishes, but you couldn’t care less. Taeyong made his way so that he was standing in between your thighs, and continued to kiss you, his hand resting on the top of your thighs so that he could reach your lips.
Your hands were tangled in hair, pulling on strand every few seconds, which he responded to kissing you even deeper. His hands started to travel from your thighs to the hem of your t-shirt. He fiddled with it for a bit, and you knew what he wanted even though you’d never gone that far before. You broke away from the kiss and looked down at your boyfriend. Taeyong looked up at you with swollen lips and you wondered what you must look like to him.
“What are you doing?” You reached for your top and tried to pull it out of his grip.
“Y/N, let me make it up to you…” He gazed into your eyes and you knew what he wanted to do. You’d discussed it a lot recently after make out sessions had almost led to something more. “You said lets wait till the right time and I think this is the right time. Let me show you how much I love you, Y/N.” He reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ears, and then sheepishly lowered his hand, “But, only if you want it, I don’t want to pressure you into anything-” he started to ramble on and you pressed your lips against his to shut him up.
“Okay” You broke away and whispered into his ear.
“Okay?” He smiled widely, showing all of his pearly-white teeth making you giggle. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you towards him. You folded your legs around his waist and he lifted you off the counter, holding you in his arms. He started walking while kissing you passionately. You knew he was trying to get to the bedroom so instead of blocking his vision by kissing him, you broke away and left a trail kisses down his jawline to his neck. Once at his neck you started to suck at the spot behind his ear making him groan.
His walking faltered and he pushed you up against the wall near your bedroom. You continued to suck on the same spot, loving the sound he was making, but you were too busy to notice that Taeyong was working at getting your top off of you with one hand and using the other to support you. “Let’s get this off,” He whined and you broke away, lifting your arms above your head so that he could quickly take it off and chuck it somewhere on the floor.
He stared at you for few seconds, making you blush, the kissed you on your newly exposed skin. He started again for the bedroom, and once he reached it you had imagined he’d almost through you on the bed, like you often saw in movies, but Taeyong laid you down lightly making sure you were comfortable. He climbed on top of the bed, in the process taking off his baggy white top showing his flat toned stomach. You couldn’t seem to take yours eyes off him, making him laugh.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He whispered in your ear before reattaching his lips to yours again.
His hand traveled behind your back to where he struggled to unclasp your bra. You let him struggle for a couple more minutes before his lips left yours in a frustrated whine, “Can you undo it for me just this once, please?”
You laughed and reached behind you, Taeyong knelt over you in anticipation, his hands shaking, he wanted everything to go perfectly. Once you finally undid your bra, Taeyong helped to take it off. He stared at you before going to kiss at the exposed skin, making you lie down fully on the bed.
He sucked his way down the valley of your breasts leaving marks so that you’ll remember the next day. His tongue came into contact with your nipple and your hips instinctively bucked up, to which he held you down with his hands. His lips then traveled to waist band of your jeans, his hands playing with it. He looked up your body with hooded eyes to confirm if he could take it off and you nodded.
Swiftly, he took off your jeans along with your panties. Feeling completely bare in front of him, you felt embarrassed and tried to cover yourself up with your hands, but Taeyong managed to grab them before your could, “God, do you even know how beautiful you are?” He said in awe and you blushed.
Being the only one naked you reached for Taeyongs baggy sweats and pulled the drawstring, making them loose around his waist, a visible V line making you swallow hard. You didn’t know if you were ready to see what was underneath or not.
“Do you want me to take it off or you?” He asked, his thumbs hooked under the waist band of his sweats.
“You do it,” fear got the best of you, and you watched as he lowered both his sweats and his boxers.
You glimpsed at it for a brief second until embarrassment washed over you and you diverted your gaze. All you could recollect was that it was big, bigger than you’d expected, making you swallow in anticipation.
Taeyong noticed that you weren’t looking at him and fear washed over him, “U-uh, we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready or anything-”
“What? No, of course I want to do this. Taeyong, I want you.” You blushed and turned to face him again. He was on his knees holding himself in his left hand. His face immediately lit up and he pushed you back, lightly.
He parted you legs and placed himself in front of you, and reached out for the bedside table. He opened the draw and brought back a condom package. He carefully made a tear in the packet using his teeth, which looked really hot, you noted.
You watched as he rolled it onto his length, you couldn’t tell if it was the nerves in your stomach or the suspense of what awaited you. Taeyong, again noticing your nervousness, leaned back over in between your legs and pressed a light kiss to your lips, contrasting with his earlier eagerness.
“Y/N, this might hurt a little bit, but I promise it’ll feel good after, okay?” You nodded after taking a deep breath composing yourself. This was what you’d been looking forward for this moment for while now, and it was finally happening.
He lined himself up to your entrance and you jumped slightly at the unusual feeling.
“Relax, trust me.”
He slowly made his way inside you and you held your breath. The pain seemed unbearable, but Taeyong stopped once he was buried deep inside of you, letting you adjust to his size. He watched you intently, and once he noticed your tension lessen, he slowly started to move.
You let out the breath you were holding and began to feel the pleasure with every thrust Taeyong gave you. Taeyong noticed the way your eyes fluttered closed, and it fed his energy along with your cute moans.
When Taeyong was close, he lowered himself so that his lips could reach your neck where he sucked on the exposed skin.
“Taeyong…” You breather out quickly, feeling a tightness in your stomach, and Taeyong new what you meant.
“Me too,” He moaned into you neck, instantly making you release onto him.
It wasn’t long until Taeyong followed you. Even though he was tired Taeyong removed the filled condom, tied it, then threw into the bin beside your bed. Your eyes were already closed when Taeyong joined you back on the bed. He moved carefully scared he’d wake you. He draped a blanket over the both of you and settled into the pillow; he’d worry about the mess later, for now the both of you were too tired to do anything.
Taeyong wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close to him. Your breathing was steady against his chest and he thought you were asleep, but he jumped when you said, “Thank you. Our first time couldn’t have been any better than that. I love you, Taeyong.”
Taeyong pecked your cheek lightly as sleep started to take of you, “I love you too.”