#BUT they always have slapping music and steamy romance

[troutlawyer]

Guys don’t get mad at me I’m a white bitch and I’m very new to this but… what is the general opinion on Karan Johar’s work? Because I know there is a nostalgia factor in it for a lot of people but like… I just cannot really dig the stories (and the treatment of female characters). I watched Kal Ho Naa Ho and I was honestly kinda disappointed bc I thought it would be fantastic but it just… wasn’t.

[hanmi-xo]

Mingu Mingu (Seventeen Mingyu x You)

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Status: Complete Genre: Romance, Marriage Life, Smut, One Shot Word Count: 1.5k Themes: Rough, Degrading, Praise, Switch

Summary:

Mingyu and his wife are having a steamy night together.

Note: This is for all the delulu carats. Please respect that this is a fanfic and this is to only fill our delusions. Not everyone can have Kim Mingyu, but may you all see him in your dreams. P.S. Made this for a friend. Good luck with studies ;)

He held me down.

I could feel him pound inside me without missing a beat. I felt my eyes roll back from the immense pleasure he was giving me.

My walls clamped onto his large rod. I felt him slide in and out with the sound of our skins slapping. He felt so fucking good. He always knew how to work his dick. I could never get tired of the way he was in bed.

At first, I didn't think we would end up doing this, but I had no complaints.

Mingyu and I have been together for 6 years and finally got married last year. All I wanted to do was tease him with the lingerie I bought for our anniversary that's next month, and he was loving it until I mentioned how Seungkwan helped me pick it out.

Seungkwan and I are best friends, not to mention he's one of Mingyu's closest friends. My Baby was always jealous of the way Seungkwan and I would go shopping together and have our coffee dates.

But Seungkwan always listened when I wanted to gossip whereas Mingyu always fell asleep.

I never liked Seungkwan like that though. Mingyu was always the one for me. I fell for him in college, and now here we are. Whenever I talk about my days out with Seungkwan, he would pout like I betrayed him.

It's not my fault he rather sleep in than go shopping with me. Plus, Seungkwan often asked relationship advice since he was seeing a girl at his workplace.

I told my Baby that, but he still throws a fit. Dumb Mingu Mingu.

Next thing I knew, I was thrown onto the bed with his body placed onto mine.

I let out a moan while he pulled my hair back.

We were in doggy position, and his weight was pressed against me. I could feel his chest against my back. The way he breathed bounced off my skin.

"Mingu..." I moaned while I tried to maintain my breathing.

Mingu Mingu. The special name I gave him. At first I only did it as a joke, but it was too cute for me not to call him that.

"Fuck!" He yelled with his pace going faster.

I let out a scream as his head pushed deeper into me. The bed creaked with every motion he did. It was like an unending beat.

Thrust.

Moan.

Creak.

Repeat.

I don't know how long I've been screaming in the bed sheets, but all I could think about was how his dick was making me feel.

His breath tickled my neck.

"Baby..." he moaned in my ear.

I felt my face get flustered with the tickling sensation.

"Like that! Like that!" I yelled as he thrusted deeper.

His pounding was music in my ears. He let out a growl as he kissed my neck. I felt his teeth graze my skin before he nibbled on it.

That was going to be another hickey with the many others he left on my body.

He was being more rough with me than usual.

I loved it.

I held onto the bedsheets while his hands tightened around my wrists.

"Fuck," he moaned. "Baby."

He let go of my wrists and flipped me over onto my back.

I saw the full view of my naked husband. His eyes were focused like I was some prey he was going to pounce.

"You're one sexy whore, you know that?" He whispered.

I bit my lip. I loved it when he degraded me. He always sounded hot with the way his voice would get deep like a soft growl.

He pulled me by my right leg. It was like I was weightless.

His workout routine not only made him look good, but he was able to carry me without breaking a sweat. His biceps flexed as he held me.

He placed his tip on my entrance and rubbed against it. I held his hands that held my thighs.

"Please..." I begged.

His tip was putting me on edge. I missed his shape in me.

"Do you want me inside you?" He asked as if he didn't know.

"Yes!" I yelled.

I couldn't wait.

He continued to rub against me with my wet folds begging for his dick. He leaned towards me so he could whisper in my ear.

My legs stretched all the way to my head, causing him to dominate me.

"Louder whore," he whispered in my ear.

"I WANT YOUR DICK INSIDE ME!" I yelled as loud as I can.

I held on his arms as he stayed on top of me.

"Good job you slut."

He rammed into me. I screamed from the sudden sensation that entered me. He was pounding me like there was no tomorrow. It was the deepest I ever felt his dick inside me.

I felt myself cum. My legs began to shake while I let out unending shouts of moans.

The bed shook with a loud creaking sound. With the way he thrusted in me, it was like the bed could break any minute. But I didn't care.

I didn't want him to stop.

"UGH!" I yelled as he tightened his grip on me. My walls tightened around him.

I was going to cum again.

He put his right hand around my neck and began to choke me. The thrill was hitting me. This adrenaline rush was making me lose my mind.

"FUCK. FUCK. FUCK." I yelled repeatedly matching the beat of his penetrating dick.

I could hear his moans grow louder.

"SHIT!" He yelled. "You feel so fucking good Baby!"

My eyes rolled back as we kept this pace. It was like I was on cloud 9. I didn't want this to end.

"Ride me," he suddenly says.

I widened my eyes from the way he pulled me up and carried me. My body went over onto to him while he laid on the bed. I was straddling him with his dick still deep in me.

"What are you doing? Ride. Me." His tone was stern yet seductive.

I lifted my legs as I got into a comfortable position that I knew would give us both pleasure. I put my hands on his chest as I began to shake my hips. I used the bed to help me bounce on him.

He held on my hips so it would match his pace. I threw my head back as I felt that same sensation from earlier kick in.

"FUCK. UGH." I yelled.

I could hear him moan loudly through each bed creak. I breathed heavy while I tried to keep myself from falling over.

My legs were giving out on me, but I couldn't stop. I closed my eyes with incoherent noises coming out of me.

"BABY. BABY!" I heard him yell underneath me. "FUCK!"

He sat up and pulled me close to him. He moved my hips much faster while he thrusted into me.

"FUCK!" He yelled.

He slammed his lips against mine while I moaned in his mouth. His thrusts was slowly down. He kissed me on my lips while he fondled my body. My arms went around his neck while I pulled his hair. I felt his tongue in my mouth as we battled for dominance. He felt good no mattered what he did.

We pulled away from each other as we tried to catch our breaths. He caressed my face and smiled.

I gasped once I felt him push me down onto the bed. My head was near the edge.

He thrusted himself into me once more while he pushed my legs down to my side. I held on to his arms as his dick filled me up.

I moaned with pleasure.

"Ugh..!" I yelled as he thrusted in and out of me.

My walls tightened more around him and he pushed in deeper. He breathed against my neck as he cursed.

"I'm gonna cum!" He tells me.

His pace became unsteady as he shook me vigorously. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from moaning but the build up his dick was giving me was immense.

I unconsciously whined while he growled in my ear. His pace grew faster while I held in my moans. The sound of our skin slapping kept echoing inside my head while I felt my organs get rearranged.

"FUCK!" we both yelled.

I felt his liquids fill me while he continued to pump it inside.

I let out a loud moan while I shook. My toes curled and my eyes rolled back. I dragged my nails across his back while he moaned loudly in my ear.

His pace was slowing down and he laid his body on top of me. He began to kiss me on my neck before making his way back to my lips.

We held each other tightly.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear before looking directly at me. "You did a good job. Slut."

I felt butterflies grow in my stomach while I tried to keep eye contact with him.

"I love you too Mingu Mingu..." I whisper.

He kissed me once more before hugging me tightly.

I'm glad he's mine.

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E N D | Thank you for reading <3

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[blackjackkent]

So. Very large building with statues that look like THIS outside of it:

My initial guess was that this was Cazador's mansion, but it turns out it is the antiques shop that hides the portal to the hells!

So I guess we're taking a break from sidequesting and going to get the Hammer! ^_^

Super cute banter between Karlach and Jaheira as we wander up towards the door:

"So, erm, Jaheira. Do you like to... that is, what do you like to do?" "As in... hobbies? Oh. [pause] Well... I like to play music? I suppose?" "I'm just picturing you strumming on a harp so hard the strings snap and trying not to shriek. What do you play?" "Eh. Mostly the same children's rhyme, on a battered whistle of tin. I do not get a lot of time to practice. Oh, spare me the sad eyes, girl. Not every daily deed is worthy of song! Certainly none I can play."

I love them. XD

I'm very torn here, because realistically, Hector does not want to force Karlach into the Hells, even for this temporary raid on the House of Hope, but I as the player want her along at all times for any potential Romance Content.

So we're going to start out by bringing her but if she makes sad puppy eyes too aggressively we will switch her out for Shadowheart.

It's a rather elaborate but nice looking shop.

The lady at the front gives Hector a bright smile as he approaches.

"I welcome thee to the Devil's Fee, where every hellish curio's a rarity! So merry be and shop with glee!

"Oh, no," Karlach mumbles under her breath with a groan. "Definitely something up with this one. Trust me."

Hector always trusts her, so he is giving the shopkeep a very careful lookover as he inquires, "Did you help Lord Gortash retrieve some hellish curios by any chance?"

The shopkeep's expression remains admirably still, but Hector can see her eyes narrow sharply.

"You must be awfully familiar with our esteemed Archduke to know about a thing like that," she says smoothly.

"We were lovers," Hector says, in his driest deadpan. "It was all very steamy."

Behind him he hears Karlach choke on a sudden fit of laughter (which was, of course, his intention).

"My," the shopkeeper says, raising an eyebrow. "What a juicy morsel. I didn't think he liked your type. Anyway..." She shrugs one shoulder carelessly. "You seek answers, Lord Mammon seeks coin. I will happily mediate - make me an offer."

The laughter dies from Karlach's eyes at once. "Mammon," she snaps. "I knew it. I did!"

Hector considers. Any devil Karlach makes that face about (which is all of them, presumably) isn't one that he's entirely interested in making deals with. He's not short on gold if it comes to that, but it couldn't hurt to try a different approach first. [MONK] "Material wealth is a vain illusion," he says gravely. "If you seek meaning and purpose, try compassion - give us a hint."

This time it's Jaheira who snickers softly at his elbow.

The shopkeeper rolls her eyes. "You're telling me wealth is an illusion? What part of 'Mammon worshipper' do you not understand? You want answers, you pay. Just like everyone else. Mammon is nothing if not egalitarian."

Well, it was worth a shot.

"Here's 100 gold," Hector says wearily, slapping ten platinum coins on the countertop.

The woman smiles slyly. "Hmm. The King of Avarice accepts your humble offering," she says, sliding the coins off the counter and into her pocket in a single smooth motion. "You stand before Mammon's Picklock. Latchkeeper of the Nine Hells. My business is not information, nor hellish curious, not really. I break people into the Hells. That's my thing." She shrugs. "I can reveal to you that I opened a portal for Lord Gortash."

Now they're getting somewhere. "Where in the hells did the portal go?" Hector asks.

The shopkeep smiles broadly. "My word, this is embarrassing; perhaps I should have explained our terms better. You asked what I did for Lord Gortash, you paid the fee, and I answered you. Our pact is complete. Would you like to make another transaction?"

Hector feels a muscle in his temple start to twitch. Clenching his jaw, he pulls out another hundred gold and sets them on the counter.

"Oh, yes, I should think that'll do deliciously," she says brightly. "Lord Gortash wanted to steal something from Mephistopheles, so I punched a portal into the Archdevil's dusty vaults. And then I... Gosh, my fickle memory fails. If only something would jog it."

She holds out a hand to him expectantly.

Hector sighs, reaches into his pocket, puts down another hundred gold. Infuriating, this - he's out three hundred gold and hasn't even gotten to the main question they came to ask. Not that the gold matters much to him per se, except insofar as if he runs out, he won't be able to ask more questions.

She snorts. "I mean... I suppose that'll do. Stingy bastard." She pockets the latest round of coin and lounges back on her heels. "Gortash stole the Crown of Karsus. Pissed off Mephistopheles, but rather intrigued another devil by the name Raphael. His house of Hope is furnished with a great deal of treasures, many related to Karsus. But, alas, he lacks the crown itself."

She raises her eyebrows pointedly. "He's rather ambitious. One can only wonder what he has planned for the Crown. The answers to that can probably be found within his house..."

Karlach grins savagely. "Let's poke around the rat's nest. Maybe set it on fire on the way out."

Hector relaxes a little. Finally they're talking to the point - and Karlach is on board with coming along, which is a relief.

"Can you help me break into the House of Hope?" he asks. In spite of his irritation with the woman, his voice is still perfectly steady.

The shopkeep's eyebrows lift. "What a fascinating proposition!" she says brightly. "Ludicrous, of course, but fascinating nevertheless. Very well, if you wish to die in Avernus, that's your business. Mine is charging you for it." She sticks out a hand and gives him a significant glance. "Of course, such a task will require quite the substantial donation to Lord Mammon's coffers."

"Such a task would be tantamount to suicide," the Emperor whispers in Hector's mind. "Do not even entertain it."

The Emperor, of course, doesn't know the reasoning behind Hector's plans here. It doesn't know this is the first step in Hector's betrayal. Better, then, that it think for now that Hector is simply being foolish, reckless, entirely unlike any way the Emperor has seen him act before. Perhaps it thinks Hector has finally snapped, or is desperate to find something to save Karlach, or simply wishes to spite it. Anything, so long as it doesn't realize the truth.

(A/N: This requires TWENTY THOUSAND GOLD? TWENTY THOUSAND? Sheesh. We currently are sitting at around 6k, so this is going to take some doing if Hector can't talk her down. We have two options here, a [ROGUE][PERSUASION] and an [INTIMIDATION]; neither of them are particularly characteristic for Hector but the former works because he has definitely had some practice breaking into things at this point and the latter works because he is Incredibly Irritated with this woman by now. We'll start with the persuasion, though, because it asks for free passage rather than just half price.

...And Hector critted it on the first try. XD)

"I'm a skilled thief," he says, as casually as he can manage. "Give me free passage; I'll bring you back a 'souvenir.'"

She tilts her head thoughtfully. "You put me in a difficult position, mortal. You are almost certain to fail. Almost. And so there is a chance you might succeed." She purses her lips. "Fine. I'd like to be able to carry all of my precious stock without the need of a team of oxen. There are Gauntlets of Hill Giant Strength within the House of Hope. Free passage, and you fetch them for me. Deal?"

(A/N: Well, shit. This would be a good deal except HECTOR WANTS THOSE GAUNTLETS HIMSELF - my guess is that would relieve of us of our dependence on popping hill giant strength potions once a day. So this won't work. I'm going to have him turn down the deal and take a look around and see if we can maybe figure out how to do this without this lady's help.)

[yoontaethings]

normal kind of love — jjk (1)

pairing: jungkook x reader 

rating: explicit

word count: 2.5k

warnings: a lot of cussing and some teasing if you squint, but other than that none really (the warnings will come next chapter lmao)

you’re one half of hollywood’s on-screen it couple. the greatest chemistry known on-screen with the one and only, jeon jungkook, the bane of your existence.

a/n: this was supposed to be a longer chapter but i decided to split it in half to tease potential readers mwahaha btw this chapter is very very unedited, though i did postpone the upload because i had to remove some parts because i just thought the story didn’t need those bits anymore lol but the rest of this story i haven’t even read through yet, i just wrote and wrote and wrote so please excuse any errors (my tenses might also not be consistent but i’ll edit this soon)

taglist: @min-nicoleee @thisartemisnevermisses @ggukkieland @kokoandkookie @somelazysundays

There was no way.

There was no way in hell they were pairing you up with him. Again.

You were confirmed to be cast as the female lead in the movie before any other characters were casted. They should have chosen a different male lead for this romance film. Heck, even Kim Taehyung, a friend of yours, received an offer for the role and you were certain he planned to take it. Unfortunately for you, even if Taehyung wanted the role, he couldn’t accept it because of scheduling conflict with another film he’s already working on.

Jeon Jungkook, an actor you starred alongside in “Dangerous Illusion”, was just confirmed as the male lead of your upcoming movie “Chosen for Pleasure”. The same man who seemed to make it his life goal to ruin you. After Jungkook was confirmed to play the male lead in your upcoming movie, fans on Twitter have been blowing up about it and made you two a trending topic worldwide. Elated fans mentioned you in their tweets expressing how happy they were to see you two again together. You wish you could say you felt the same.

The previous movie you worked on was a thriller/mystery. You played the part of Jungkook's wife in the film. The film was a blockbuster hit, as a result of the well-thought storyline, yet additionally because of its leads. Fans adored the chemistry between you and Jungkook, regardless of not having a lot of romantic scenes in the film. There were a lot of fans who wanted to see you two on-screen once more, this time, in a romance focused film. Looks like their wishes were coming true.

To add insult to injury, your impending film was going to be an adult romance. It required some steamy scenes that normally didn't trouble you because you were a true professional, yet absolutely irritates you now since you need to do them with Jeon Jungkook.

The script reading was to be done today and your eyes opened an hour later than the time you set for your alarm because of the fucking snooze button. Seriously, why were snooze buttons even invented? They just allowed people to sleep through their alarms continuously.

Hand reaching for the phone on your nightstand, you knocked over a booklet that was over it. It was the script you spent hours reading to grab a sense of the character you were going to portray. Obviously, you already knew the basics about the part you were going to play, but knowing the entire story helped in portraying your character.

Your eyes squinted at the bright light of your phone that had the numbers 8:33 glaring at you, unlocking it to see a couple of texts and missed calls from your manager.

‘Are you awake yet?’

‘Please don’t tell me you forgot about the script reading today’

‘Ok I know you’re still asleep but just make sure you get ready on time, being late won’t do you and your image any favors’

‘I’ll pick you up at 9’

You rolled your eyes at his messages. You loved Hoseok and he was the best manager you could have been given from your agency, but he nagged too much. He was also your friend and his endless nags made you want to rip your eyeballs out sometimes because even when you’re supposed to unwind with him, he never forgets to remind you of your job.

‘I’m the fucking lead, Hobi, they’ll wait for me’

You slapped your phone back onto the nightstand and started going about with your morning routine. You didn’t have a lot of time, and even though you knew they would definitely wait for you, you hated being that bitch who made people wait so you took a quick shower and slapped on some sunscreen, powder, and finishing off with your go-to lipstick. You didn’t bother with makeup and dressing up. This was just going to be a script reading and sure, there were going to be photos taken but the thousands of dollars you’ve spent on facials and treatments already made sure your face was at least flawless despite the lack of effort.

Bringing only your phone, wallet and script, you exited your building and as usual, a shiny black van already awaited outside. Hoseok was leaning on it, scrolling through his phone when he sensed your presence and looked up.

“Oh, thank god you’re on time.” He exhaled in relief, pocketing his phone.

“I value sleep but you’re well aware I also value my career.”

Hoseok grinned. “Now there’s the y/n I know.” He then slid the van door open and you entered without another word.

The drive was pretty much uneventful, with you scrolling through your social media, seeing what fans have been tweeting about recently and with Hoseok humming along to the random pop music playing.

You longed for a distraction, something much more interesting than working your thumb throughout the drive because of the chasm that you were about to jump into when you arrived on set. You weren’t stupid enough to forget about the man who got the role of your romantic interest in the film. But you were wise enough to not let it haunt you for the past weeks. Now though, you can’t really avoid it anymore since you were supposed to be seeing him in person again after almost 2 years. You didn’t exactly leave on the best terms with Jungkook but who knows, maybe you’ll be able to act civil around each other.

At least you were sure you were going to act civil around him, already decided on taking the higher path. You’re not so sure about him, but fingers crossed he’ll at least be an adult about the situation and pretend he can stand being in the same room as you.

Soon enough, you were entering the room the script reading was to be held in. Bowing and greeting the actors and staff seated around the table as you passed by to get to the last vacant seat. You caught Jungkook’s eyes following your movements as you sat down. Luckily, he was seated across from you and it was easier to ignore his presence with the staff members greeting and coddling you.

As always, script reading began with actors introducing themselves and the role they’re going to play. As the female lead, you started off.

“Hello everyone. I’m y/n y/l/n and I’m going to take on the role of Yuri.” Hands clapped around you as you sat back down.

“Hello, I’m Jeon Jungkook and I’ll be playing Ryan.”

You didn’t bother clapping unlike the rest and avoided the eyes of the voice’s origin.

The script reading continued without a hitch– for the most part. The other cast members were very friendly, and laughter was exchanged during the read. The same couldn’t be said for you and Jungkook though.

When lines between your characters were exchanged, there was a weird tension in the room. It felt like everyone else were holding their breaths and waiting for either of you two explode and announce that you can’t do this film anymore. As dramatic as that would be, none of that happened. Instead, cheesy romantic lines sounded flat and bored from both you and Jungkook. The director made a tsk-ing sound whenever that happened.

“It’s always been you.” You read. The script said that Yuri and Ryan stared in adoration towards each other before Ryan uttered his next words.

“Marry me?” Jungkook asked.

You nodded your head as a wrap for the script reading. According to the script, there was supposed to be a kissing scene at the end, so you make ridiculous smooching noises. The cast burst into giggles before the director stood from his seat.

“…and that’s a wrap!” He clasped his hands together. “Hopefully when we start shooting things only look up from there.” He flitted his eyes between you and Jungkook.

Honestly, you wish that too but from yours and Jungkook’s history, you don’t really think that’s possible.

You were both professionals though and you’re sure you could at least count on him to make the on-screen romance feel real.

“I’m sorry.” Hoseok said with pity in his eyes.

“Wha- but… why?” You asked, confused with what was happening.

Your part in the new film ‘The Notebook: Remake’ has apparently been withdrawn. As one of the rising stars in Hollywood, this was a really great opportunity for you. It’s one of the most anticipated films and accepting the offer of being the female lead in the movie was a no-brainer. Anyone who refuses that role is just stupid.

But now they were apparently taking it back.

Hoseok sighed. “There were too many scandals surrounding you recently. It doesn’t matter if they’re true or not, but you’ve been seen in hotels that Jeon Jungkook has been in too, and in everyone’s eyes you’re now secretly seeing him.”

“But we’ve never even been seen together in any of those photos. Don’t people know the word fucking coincidence?” Your brows furrowed, fists clenching at your sides. “And what does this have to do with my role in the film?”

“It seems they wanted someone with a ‘cleaner image’ and someone who’ll get the film to be a hit. Apparently, the romance won't be convincing if the female lead is dating someone in real life.”

You stared at Hoseok. He stared back waiting for a lash out, an angry outburst, anything really, but you remained silent, eyes unmoving. Soon enough, the dam doors burst open and the tears suddenly came streaming down your face. Hoseok exhaled and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hobi what did I do so wrong to deserve this?” you sobbed into his chest.

“Shh, it’s not your fault they’re all dumbasses. But you know the industry, y/n. We’ll find better films for you, okay?”

“Why is Jeon Jungkook such a thorn on my side? Why is he always ruining everything for me?”

“We can’t blame him, honey. He’s probably a victim in this too because of those damn rumor outlets.” Hoseok rubbed his hands along your back.

“But I’m getting the short end of the stick! The rumor is probably just feeding his bad boy persona!”

“Life’s unfair, y/n. Surely by now you’re aware of that. Just remember, karma’s going to bite them in the ass someday, okay? For now, do you want to call it a day and go home? I’ll drive you back and I’ll just report to the agency that you’re not feeling well.”

You nod your head, too listless to bother answering with words because there was only one thing on your mind right now.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his good looks. He just ruined the best opportunity for you. You were going to get him back for this. Like Hoseok said, karma’s going to bite him in the ass someday. And that karma was going to be you.

You were supposed to be looking forward to filming one of your dream movies with your dream director. But all you felt was dread when you arrived on set. You promised yourself that you’d stay unaffected to Jeon Jungkook, but you couldn’t help the distaste for him to be left on your face while filming.

The scene you were shooting was when your characters first met and the first takes were a total disaster. You and Jungkook barely spared each other a glance, even when your character was supposed to be enticed by him, breaking down Yuri’s cold exterior. A break was called after the 6th take because the director was so frustrated that he looked like he was about to call the casting director and replace his two leads.

You sighed, not knowing what to do with yourself after the announcement of a break. Your feet led you to your dressing room, ready to pass out on the couch but before you could, someone barged in. Your head turned towards the door, expecting it to be your manager or the director or anyone really, just not the person who currently stood at the doorway.

“Can we talk?” Jungkook asked. Your eyes were suddenly drawn to his biceps which bulged from his shirt as he crossed his arms. The damn arms looked delicious. Too bad they belonged to someone you would never ever be attracted to.

“Sure.” You shrugged your shoulders. You were sure he came here to talk to you about filming and how to work out your indifferences and shit like that and honestly, you were so tired of hating him you’re ready to just go along with whatever. Hating someone actually takes a lot of effort, you realize.

Jungkook stepped towards you until he’s close enough that you had to tilt your head upwards to look at his eyes. His eyes locked on yours for a moment before his arms uncrossed and one of his hands landed on the wall behind you. He successfully caged you in with no way out. His lips part and your eyes are drawn to the movement, feeling his exhales on your nose. You swallowed nervously.

Good lord his breath smelled so good.

“Babe, I’m sure you’re just as thrilled as I am to be working with you again as you are with me, but let’s not mess this up okay? Let’s get this over with perfectly and quickly so we don’t have to deal with each other again after. Deal?” His eyebrows raised in question and you nodded dumbly, unable to form a coherent sentence with how close he was to you.

You felt a sudden rush of heat down there and was mentally cursing the man in front of you for how much he was affecting you. He tilted his head to the side and leaned in closer to your face as if he was about to kiss you then he suddenly stopped, his mouth forming a smirk, taunting you.

That smirk was all it took for you to snap back to reality. No, you were not going to let him take the upper hand here. A burst of confidence surged through you as you leaned closer to him too and allowed your lips to brush lightly against his cheek.

“Deal.”

You pulled away, satisfied with how his lips drooped apparently not expecting that. You looked down and there it was, the tenting of his pants that brought a coy smile to your lips. Ha, take that.

You glanced back up at him, your fingers trailing over his thighs. “Aw, didn’t realize you saw me that way Jeon.” You abruptly pulled away and walked out of the room without another word, leaving him hard and defeated.

This is the beginning of his karma, you thought as you grinned to yourself.

[captain-barnes-writes]

Someone Like You [3/6]

Summary: In which Sebastian tries to win you back a year and a half after your relationship’s rupture, but only because there’s a new man in your life. [Part 3]

(Mini-series)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Latina

Warning: Angst (lotssss), language, 18+, future chapters will include smut (just warning y'all!) ; not proofread 

Word count: 1.5k

Three months had glided by after that late night and Sebastian would be a liar if he said it hadn’t been a hassle to complete a simple task without a single thought of you. You were a brazen and permanent mark that he couldn’t erase no matter how hard he tried to rub you off.

A month after the one music video had been released, another one came. With the same Hispanic Bachata artist, this time for a different song. You were speaking Spanish in the beginning of the video, taking him back to the times you used to cuss him out in Spanish out of anguish and anger he’d make you feel. But also at the sweet words you’d utter in the language that was so foreign to him. It was for those first few seconds of the video that he was able to form a small smile as your sweet voice floated through his ears. He was smiling at the little rasp that your voice had and the slight squint of your eyes as you threw your head back in laughter, dark curls and dark eyes.

That little smile was quickly wiped off when the frame tuned to that of the singer who still couldn’t keep his hands off you and it made his blood boil over in rage. The dimples indented on the fuck-face were on full display as the full smile he wore didn’t vanish throughout the entire video. He couldn’t blame the man for beaming as if he’d won the lottery because quite frankly being in your presence felt quite like it.

It was another plotless video and made no sense, he deemed that the singer used this opportunity to get as close to you as possible yet again. You wore yet another dress, a tiny yellow sundress and your feet bare on the hot sand. The tropical theme had you on the beach, under a cabana and even on the sea shore. 

You were dancing so eloquently and freely, hands so conscious of every movement your hip would make that they would move with ease. Two steps to the left and a slight jut of your hip and you’d do the same for the right. Dark curls bouncing with every movement you’d make. The man had wrapped his arms around your waist and proceeded to dance with you while singing the lyrics so precisely. He was going crazy at the thought of what could happen after the cameras had shut off, of what was happening in real life. He wondered, in a crazed manner, if you were showing him the same type of attention as in the videos.

Was he touching you?

Was he kissing you?

Were you letting him?

His girlfriend shifted on her side of the bed, squirming and sprawled her hand on his bare chest. His eyes shifted towards her sleeping figure, her body positioned on her stomach and head lazily on the soft pillows, and her breathing was so calm. He’d been in a haze and had almost forgotten where he was. It was a weekday in New York and since their fast-paced romance had been caught on camera there was no need to tip toe around the city anymore so they were at his own place. There was no longer a need to only spend time at her place.

She was kind and funny, brought him a sense of comfort. But it didn’t compare to what you’d given him. It was just that she had the label of girlfriend and you hadn’t. The thought tugged at his heart. 

It was probably something truly sick and twisted as the sleeping and unknowing woman beside him breathed so softly in her sleep as he laid wide awake on his side with his phone grasped at his hand; the dim screen showing his searches filled with your name. His video search engine filled with your name too. He watched with his ear buds embedded in his ear, listening to your soft and nervous voice during interviews. The dark curls, your glowing skin and those gleaming brown eyes that were yet again driving him to the brink. His current situation was driving him towards a road of destruction if he kept this up.

God, what the hell was wrong with him. You consumed his every thought. Swirling and parading through his head like floating clouds of ethereal goodness. The last few months had been slightly arduous for him because in many ways he’d felt every single thing you had felt while you’d been with him. Angst, jealousy and an overwhelming tight feeling in his chest. He understood now.

He thought back to all the rumors, images and videos of you and that artist that had surfaced for the last few months. It wasn’t only an innocent, paid-job of being part of his two music videos but it seemed to have transpired into something more. The pictures of your dinner dates spread like wildfire through the media, people were shipping you and the fuckface already for god's sake. You were smiling so genuinely, straying behind the unbelievably successful man who donned an equally large smile. His hand was outstretched behind him, reaching for yours as the flashing cameras illuminated the both of you.

Huffing under his breath, he pressed the off button on his phone, removed the earbuds and placed both on the nightstand. He was tired and didn’t want to think anymore.

And as for you, you laid awake in bed as well in your New York home. The man beside you had barely gotten off you a few minutes ago and had already fallen asleep. His soft snores were invading the solemn quiet space of your bedroom.

Romeo Santos. He was handsome and romantic, sweeping you completely off your feet. And his voice? Talented and beautiful beyond belief. You’d started listening to his music in your teen years, and even though he was a lot older now, he still looked just as good as he had all those years ago. He was a good ten years older than you, a hefty number, but you liked it. Experienced, mature and with their shit together; at least that’s what you expected out of men who were nearly pushing the threshold of 40.

You couldn’t believe your luck at having gotten the call to be part of his music video during your vacation in the Dominican republic. You had said yes within a few seconds. Your instagram pictures showing off your well-deserved girls trip in the Caribbean region had probably gotten back to the Domincan artist, whom you’d noticed had already been following you.

The music video was out of your comfort zone, per say, as it included scenes that were rather risque for you. The lingerie and the steamy scenes on the crimson red bed had been rather intimidating upon reading the short script, but he’d made you feel comfortable.

And even while thinking back to those few months when you had met the handsome man beside you, your thoughts drifted back to another man who was two years shy of pushing 40.

Sebastian.

You wondered if he had seen your recent movie that had truly been the inception of your career, after only getting small roles, and if he saw recent announcements of roles you’d gotten for future films. It might’ve been vain, but you wanted him to see you. To appreciate you for once because it still hurt you so deeply that you had felt inadequate with him. You’d been at his beck and call for so long that you had finally mustered up whatever leftover pride you had and left his life. The situation had left you fragile, but you’d regained pieces of yourself and built your strength upon self love and your promise to never let another man use you.

Sebastian hadn’t been a bad person to you, he just had issues he needed to solve on his own. His commitment issues weren’t for you to fix. You got to know him as a lover and maybe as a friend too. But the moments you remembered most were those shared in your old apartment, on your bed. He’d been an incredible lover who wasn’t by any means selfish during your many nights together. You were lucky if you got a few hours of sleep with him around. He was insatiable. He always wanted you, was always kissing you and wanting some form of contact with you. You’d joked with him that he was like glue.

“You’re like glue, Seb. Get off me.” You laughed at the muscular, bare-chested man who was toppled on you. His hands were on your bare waist as his blue eyes traced over your face.

“And what about it?” He responded, big hands squeezing the fleshy sides of your hips and managed to give a slap to your naked behind. You shrieked in response, mouth and eyes agape.

“By glue I mean you’re making me all sticky and you won’t stop touching me!”

“You know you like it. Stop complaining.” He nuzzled his face into your neck, not even bothered at your protest.

His lips took hold of the sensitive skin below your ear, tongue lapping over the area he knew drove you crazy. Your soft mewls were the driving force to all his touching. He loved the sound of your breathy moans, your long nails scratching his back and the angelic reaction that would overtake your features. Mouth slightly ajar, gleaming eyes meeting his in silent pleas and the widening of your legs granting him the access he so needed.

“You see...That’s exactly why I’m like glue.” And you had nodded in response.

You found yourself thinking of him. Again. It was unfair that after all the progress you’d made to forget the man who’d always take your breath away, he still managed to do so even in your mind.

And as you took the phone from your nightstand, you did the one thing you didn’t think you’d ever do.

You unblocked Sebastian’s instagram.

(To be continued)

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This chapter felt like a filler tbh. Next chapter will be the real deal ;))) Bringing my other favorite Avenger 

And do y’all know Romeo Santos? He’s a legendddd!

Let me know what you think :)

[pixielix]

road trips w/ skz

pairing: boyfriend!ot8 + gn!reader genre: fluff, headcanon warnings: brief food mentions word count: 0.3k

┊͙chan┊͙

struggling to squeeze a surfboard into the backseat, “road work ahead? uh y e a i sure hope it does”, nonstop giggles, stories from your childhoods, your voices harmonising over songs played on a ukulele

┊͙minho┊͙

his hand on your thigh, handing you an empty water bottle when you say you have to use the restroom, mischievous grins,  “i’ll crash if your cute face keeps distracting me”, cheek kisses, stopping to help a group of ducklings cross the street

┊͙changbin┊͙

shielding your eyes with his hand when the sun’s too bright, bouncing to music so much that it makes the car shake, sharing a chocolate milkshake, his arms laced around your waist sitting on the hood of the car, watching the sunset

┊͙hyunjin┊͙

always taking the scenic route, convenience store iced coffee, letting you use his beanie to pull over your eyes and take naps, soundtracks from cheesy romance movies, slapping the steering wheel every time you make him laugh

┊͙jisung┊͙

a 4 hour long spotify playlist made specifically for road trips, winking at you with his arm around your chair as he’s backing out of a driveway, his head against your shoulder when you’re waiting in traffic, wrong turns and getting lost, spending the night curled up together in the backseat

┊͙felix┊͙  

opening his mouth and going “ah~” to get you to feed him snacks, comfortable silences, tiny kisses against your shoulder, singing songs about never growing up with the windows rolled all the way down, him quietly smiling at you for no particular reason

┊͙seungmin┊͙

an itemised list of food to eat along the way, picking flowers from the side of the road as souvenirs, fingers interlaced, steamy green tea in a thermos, his voice and the sound of rain against the windscreen lulling you to sleep

┊͙jeongin┊͙

putting his whole heart and soul into an emotional ballad, a disposable film camera, impersonations of the people on the radio, sitting cross-legged together on the roof of the car, counting the stars

m.list

[thefudge]

any trash songs that are dear to you, dr. fudge? especially that go well with trashy ships hehe

sorry for replying eons later 

well, this question has the power to truly Expose™ me on the first day of Christmas, but… here goes nothing

i think ppl expect me to respond with something like “tear you apart” from she wants revenge, which is a great song! but i’m afraid i’m going to have to take you back to the ye olde days and show you what really embarrassing, early ‘00s trash sounded like. 

first, a few concessions: 

 trash by suede and poison by alice cooper are 80s/90s classics of the “you’re bad for me but i can’t help it” dynamic. but they’re too classy for this list. there’s not gonna be any Divine on this list, no 80s late-disco jams, no “west end girls” by pet shop boys, no britney doing “toxic” or “momma i’m in love with a criminal”, no christina aguilera wrestling in the mud while singing about being “dirty”, no baz luhrmann-esque “lady marmalade”. that’s all great. it’s just not this list.

 you also won’t find any my chemical romance, panic at the disco, evanescence, papa roach, marilyn manson etc. because they weren’t part of my trash experience. i mean they were there in the background, i was aware of them (and who hasn’t watched edits with “bring me to life”? don’t lie…)… and they’re kind of similar to what i have here, but they weren’t the trash i was particularly attuned to (plus, manson can choke).  

some other exclusions: i remember the original p&p edits back in 2005 had all of these “cuz there’s you and me and all other people” songs that were really wonderful, cheesy, shippy songs. but that’s…not this list (although that would make a great list too! remind me to do that one too!) 

i once got a message about how “mr. brightside” by the killers would make a great song for a bonkai edit, and…i like the killers just fine, and that’s a great song, but…no. this list ain’t that. 

the trash here is not trash on purpose, it’s not tongue-in-cheek, it’s not a “steamy hot mess”, it’s just…really bad and angsty and earnest and totally committed to the “no one understands me (but you)” vibe that a lot of early ‘00s trash ships fostered. 

okay…let’s…shame…me…: 

1. cold by crossfade - back in the late ‘00s, you couldn’t find an anime AMV that didn’t have this song in the background, ESPECIALLY if your male character was a murderous, brooding (secretly soft) boi who disdained the female sex because “feelings are weakness” or something. it was baaaad, but it’s a nostalgic fave.  the whole song is basically about how that arrogant, cold guy who’s shunned you and treated you badly was secretly into you all this time. yeaahhhh. (i remember this song was also popular with m/m ships because you had that classic dynamic where one of the guys was still in denial about his “gay” feelings. god i miss 2006.)

2. vermilion pt. 2 by slipknot - another 2005/2006 era song that capitalizes on the bad guy/good girl trope where she’s too “good” for the brooding antihero, but he can’t help but ruin her. or something. it’s soooo angsty. it has the great, eerie feeling of a doomed romance which was also definitely written by teenagers. i love it. 

3. i hate everything about you by three days grace - obviously, you can’t leave out the big dick energy song. 

4. anything by nine inch nails’ 2000-2010 period, but especially “fragile” and “we’re in this together now”, because they’re very much trashy power couple aesthetics, but also aaaaangsssst. “fragile” always cracks me up because it’s basically that one direction song about how the girl doesn’t know she’s beautiful, except it’s alternative rock and trent reznor is screaming about how he has to save this beautiful, pure soul from the corruption of the world. (for anyone expecting “closer”, that’s a great song…but i said real, embarrassing trash).

5. vampire heart by HIM - because OF COURSE. 2006 me was LIVING for Vampire Hunter D AMVs. that iconic line “love me like you love the sun” POETRY OKAY. another fave line has to be “you can’t escape the wrath of my heart”….like, whew, what a badass. 

6. hate me by blue october - AAAANGST. aaaaaaaaaangst. maybe the apogee of late ‘00s cheesy alternative rock. but probably not. there’s always one that goes harder. this list, unfortunately, is 90% this genre because they really SLAPPED when you put them together with trashy ships okayyyyy there was an innocence and earnestness that the ‘post-9/11 iraq invasion’ atmosphere really captured. 

7. let me go by 3 doors down - see, i was wrong, THIS is the apogee. “you love meeeee, but you don’t know who i aaaaaam” belts the lead singer of this oft-forgotten band aaaaand 15-year old me screamed yaaaaaaaaas

8. pieces by sum 41 - WRONG AGAIN. IT’S THIS ONE. the anime AMVs…my god….i can even tell you, beat by beat where the angsty edits happened depending on the breaks in the song.

9. sour girl by stone temple pilots -  “bad” boy waxing about how he’s ruined a good girl? check. super Extra lyrics that go “what would you do? what would you do if i followed you?” check. sarah michelle gellar/buffy being a dark goth muse for the tormented bad boy? triple check!!

10. hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me by U2 - i meaaaaaaan. it’s in the title. 10-year old me WAS LIVING. this is THE batman song, and if there’s a god, it will be featured in the upcoming robert pattinson movie. ppl wanna say this song is more of the “trash on purpose” variety, but i don’t think so. i think joel schumacher plays this dead straight (and “batman forever”, while being one of the cheesiest movies ever made, takes itself extremely serious). 

11. insatiable by darren hayes - finally breaking away from the alt rock scene a bit for this one. ppl who are now trying to make this song “respectable” and classify it as sweet 00s nostalgia are WRONG. everything about this song is convoluted and overly wrought and pitch perfect, even the fact that you would never believe that this waspy blond dude in the music video has anything to do with the actual song.  

12. behind blue eyes by limp bizkit - don’t look at meeeee. this is basically a meme song. the band itself turned out to be dumpster fire and fred durst is…blehh. but this song stiiiiiill slaps, i have the courage to say it.  the video definitely helps, i mean u got that trashy dynamic of prisoner/guardian @___@ and halle berry @___@. half-naked fred durst kinda ruins it, but it’s still got its charm. 

13. i have to include some linkin’ park songs here at the end and i’m choosing the ones that were trashiest to me and that’s gotta be “one step closer” and “somewhere i belong”  because they were always juxtaposed with villain/heroine ships in edits, and i remember fanfic authors would use them in songfics. “in the end” and “numb” are waaaayyy too classy.

additional “kinda too good for this list” rec:  the entire Queen of the Damned soundtrack, but especially “slept so long”, “system” and “before i’m dead” and really ALL the songs.

this disaster list could definitely go on (i’m sure u guys can pitch in. and hey, i might be persuaded to do part 2) but imma stop here before i lose my last shred of credibility on this website lol. k byeeeeeee

[hollyhomburg]

BTS as your boyfriend

A/N: Is there supposed to be an order to reactions?  some of these features specified occupations of the reader and there are touches of smut and angst but this is mostly fluff 

W/C: 2.1k

Seokjin

Takes cooking classes with you but half of the time the two of you get distracted (you tease him by grabbing his thighs and he retaliates by gripping a handful of your ass)

“This tastes good- but not as good as you” is one of his favorite things to say and you’ll often take turns saying it, (ie you’ll say it over breakfast, and then he’ll say it a few days later at dinner.

Doesn’t let his family intimidate you by bringing you around for a surprise visit so that you can see his parents in a more natural form and not their “Miss Korea and CEO” glory. Because to Seokjin- they’re just mom and dad.

Will literally drop everything if you say that you just need to get away for a little while. The two of you will often pack a suitcase and just go to the airport for a weekend- not quite sure where you’re going to go until you get to the airport

king of pet names. 

Is literally the most caring prince whenever you get sick, rubbing down your sore muscles with his strong hands aided by vapor rub

Called up your mother to find out how she used to make soup when you were sick.

Regularly makes you apart of his Vlive’s.  

The fans request that you two do a competition of who can stay silent the longest and you make him laugh within seconds.

So Seokjin has to make you your favorite meal because you won and the entire Vlive is just you making puns out of things in the kitchen

You hold up an onion and say “onion-haseyo” to greet the fans. 

You Throw a roll at him “I’m on a roll” 

hold up a piece of meat “the tur-KEY to cooking is a good attitude!”

You distract him so much that the sauce burns.

Wakes up early to cook you breakfast foods.

Yoongi

Both of you keep really strange sleep schedules. 

Some nights you’ll call him up and you’ll go to the Local Park and play basketball together to work off some of your energy.  

And he thinks it’s hilarious and adorable how competitive you get

Hears you humming one morning while you’re getting ready and records the sound on his phone only to use it as the hook on his next song (And it ends up being kind of an anniversary present)

Sometimes when he’s away and he can’t sleep and you’re not awake because of the time difference he’ll just play it to hear a little bit of your voice.

And it will lull him easily to sleep.  

Complains about how needy you can get but at the end of the day it’s always him making grabby hands at you for cuddles or holding your hand tighter in crowds.

Puts his hand on your thigh while he’s driving. lots of back hugs. 

God forbid any man show interest in you he’ll let all his Dageu swagger show. 

lovingly calls you “punk” 

 both you and Yoongi enjoy quite a lot- you both have a tendency to get overstimulated and overwhelmed by the world.

When you’re having a bad day you’ll curl up on his couch in his studio and he’ll turn the lights down low and pull you into his lap,

And you use his soundproofed headphones to block out the noises of the world while he works on his laptop.

And Yoongi can periodically comfort you by running a hand down your calf and watch as you slowly relax, your body becoming jelly next to him.

He’ll wake you up with soft kisses on your cheeks and his low grumbly voice asking “better?”

Hoseok 

Will try to teach you how to dance no matter how many times you’ve kind of…failed at being taught? Hoseok loves to spend time with you regardless.

Loves to guide your body into movements, he’s got a thing about control

Defiantly one of the kinkier ones in bed, he has a little thing for bondage and sensory deprivation; both giving and receiving.

He is absolutely whipped for you and would do anything to please you.

He likes to buy you flowers, sunflowers most of the time. 

Spends late nights with you staying up talking about your future, he’s actually the one out of all the boys that will probably ask about marriage first. (After Namjoon and Jungkook)

Thought it will be more of a thing that the two of you discuss rather than him just springing it on you.

He’d want to make sure you were on the same page as he was; every step of the way.

The two of you talk about everything- and plan out your future meticulously even though you know things rarely ever go to plan.

You go back and forth arguing about whether you’ll want a modern vs American style house, 

about possible pets and how big of a backyard you want (though you defiantly know you want enough space for a garden.)

You argue about kids’ names and whether or not you’ll try to push music and the arts on your children.

You know it might be foolish to dream, but Hoseok tells you that it’s just as foolish not to daydream, - without a plan for your future how do you know where you’re headed?

but Somehow Hoseok thinks he’d always know the way to happiness if you whereby his side. 

Namjoon

 Loves going to cafes to read with you. Takes picnics in the park just so you can sit and draw’s each other (even though he can’t draw for shit)

He keeps one of the doodles you drew in his wallet; right next to a picture the two of you took in a photo booth. 

Takes pictures of things when he’s away and sends it too you with captions like “this reminded me of you.” sometimes it’s a cute animal and he says “this is you in pet form!” 

Likes to do little crafts with you once he realizes finds pleasure in working with his hands- it helps him learn to control (no god of destruction tendencies anymore) and calm down his over-excitable nature. 

 Helps you repaint one of the rooms in your apartment and ends up having a paint fight with you. (Gives you handprints on your ass) 

 Always leaves a romance novel with you before he goes away for a stretch of time with a little notes saying that the romantic lead will keep you company until he gets back. 

Loves to hear you singing in the mornings softly under your breath- almost like you don’t realize you’re doing it. 

Pulls some strings and gets you to meet your favorite author for your birthday.

 You spend half of your time hiding behind Namjoon too nervous to meet them, but afterword’s you end up launching into a discussion about charters with the author and completely forgetting your boyfriend next to you

 But at the end of the day, that’s why Namjoon loves you-you're so passionate.

Jimin

This boy loves matching everything! Matching pajamas, matching designer shoes, he’d even tried to convince you to dye your hair pink with him once but that was where you drew the line. 

Gets matching couples necklaces. 

He’s your best hype man, taking photos of you for your Instagram and always making you feel praised. 

Jimin loves how you’ll blush and get embarrassed- maybe a little too much, he has a little bit of a praise kink himself. 

Does this thing where he’ll put his full weight on top of you and then refuse to move, saying that you’re too comfy. 

He’ll start to fake snore, and then giggle and thrash when you start to tickle him- queue a mutual tickle fight that he always wins. 

Secretly Kind of loves the jealous looks people give the two of you- because you’re the “it” couple and you both know it. 

You guys don’t talk about your feelings much, but some night’s he’ll come in from a particularly difficult day and he won’t be able to meet your eyes when you say his name.

You’ll drag him into the bathroom. Sometimes you’ll shower together and other times you’ll just slowly clean his face of makeup and run a cold cloth over his arms. 

You’ll stand in between his legs and tell him about your day, and by the time you’ve applied his skincare regime he’s lost that far away look in his eyes. 

Then the two of you will spend a little while winding down watching a movie or something before you fall asleep against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat.

Jimin wonders what he did to get someone as caring as you in his life.

Taehyung

Asked you out during the Seoul lantern festival, you were all bundled up in his jacket and his scarf. He loves seeing you in his clothes

Wrote, “I wish you’d be my girl” on a lantern for a wish, and then slowly turned It so that you could see it while hiding his face.

When the two of you let it go he watched you with baited breath, until you nervously pulled him in for a kiss. 

 Asks you to put on fashion shows for him. but always end with him sighing and saying, “I still think you look best in your birthday suit“ and you’ll slap his arm but let him pull you in close for a steamy kiss. 

Make out sessions everywhere- backstage, in the studio, in the hallway closet. 

Will buy expensive lingerie for you literally just to make it dirty

Supports you in designing your own clothes and making alterations to make it fit you and your style.

You’re kind of known as the hot topic fashion designer with the idol boyfriend.

Wears one of your pieces to an event and when asked who he’s wearing he proudly proclaims “my girlfriend!”

Can be the tiniest bit possessive of you- and if you ever get angry at him he’ll just put his hands on your waist and say

“Do you think the Louvre would ever let a Picasso go? The world treasures and protects masterpieces babe which is why I feel the need to treasure you.”

Absolutely loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, you’ll go to his performances and he’ll get all sweaty and between sets

And all you have to do is run your fingers through his hair and he’ll get this pulse of sexual energy

Fansites will be talking about it for weeks. And meanwhile, you’ll know that every smirk was just for you.  

Jungkook

buys you a lot of makeup (practically all of Sephora) and all the fragrance collections- though he does have his favorites.

He often pulls you close and smells your neck and asks, “Which one is this? You smell like candy!” 

But loves how you smell after sex- how you smell like him- the best.  

Really supportive of your choices and your hobby of making makeup tutorials on youtube. And you end up becoming a Makeup Mua (one of the most popular ones in the world) 

Even does a video with you where he lets you do his makeup? And it ends up being one of your more popular videos. 

And then he does a video where he tries to do your makeup and he does a terrible job but you just end up laughing. 

He see’s a tutorial “how to make your girlfriend a makeup bench” on youtube and tries to make it for you, almost staples his hands and ends up getting sawdust everywhere.

And ends up asking for your help picking glass out of his hand- he broke a light bulb. 

And you’re torn between being serious about the glass or laughing over his pout- because he really wanted it to be a surprise but he’s in so over his head as he has zero experience in carpentry 

You think it’s so sweet that he would try to make it himself instead of just buying it for you. 

Harmonizes with you when you sing in the shower- no matter what song it is- even if it’s let it go from frozen he’ll put Elsa to shame. 

Sings you to sleep at night when you can’t sleep. 

He’s also one of those boyfriends that’s just a stereotypical gentleman

Always holding open doors for you, hand on the small of your back, offers to carry everything for you

It’s not a misogynistic thing he just does it because he just wants to treat you how you deserve. 

Proposes to you on your first anniversary, “I might not be good at making things, but I know something that was made for me when I hold it. I was made for you and you were made for me- I’m sure of it, there is not a woman in the world who could make me happier.”

[wen-junehui]

sunday morning, rain is falling

Genre: Fluff/Romance

Word Count: 1533

Characters: Wen Junhui/Original Female Character

(a/n): Because I love lazy Sunday mornings, rainy days, and old school Maroon 5. ♡

Rain droplets fell onto the glass window and filled the quiet room with a gentle pitter patter. Rays of sunlight usually pierced through her eyelids, forcing her to wake up. But on this dreary Sunday morning, grey clouds blanketed the sky and greeted the city with a morning mist.

A soft, acoustic melody wafted through the still air indicating that it was time to take on a new day. Her eyelashes fluttered like fairy wings as she recognized the familiar tune. Her hand emerged from under the covers and repeatedly patted the top of a small wooden night stand, trying to grab her phone with what little consciousness she had. Once she felt the familiar studs and music note charms of her phone case, she pressed the home button and forcefully jabbed the screen. A peaceful silence filled the room once more and her arm retreated back into the sky blue blankets. After several minutes, she eventually opened her eyes to see tiny beads of water racing down the glass. No hints of sunlight were present this morning, but the sound of cars driving down the puddle-filled streets indicated that the city was alive and running.

She flipped her body around to face her boyfriend, still sound asleep. His chest rose and fell syncing with his steady breaths, like a metronome keeping time with a piano. His jet black hair spread across the lavender pillow in a ruffled mess with his bangs touching the tips of his delicate eyelashes. His lips were slightly parted as if they were waiting to be kissed.

She reached for his bangs and gently tucked them away from his face with the lightest touch, letting her fingers linger on his silky, ebony locks. She loved it when she was the first one to wake up. It was nice to see him rest so peacefully considering his inhuman work schedule, which consisted of practice until 4am half the time.

She quietly shifted her body closer until she could feel his breath tickle her cheek. She smiled tenderly as she placed a light, feathery kiss on the beauty mark just above his lips. She then closed her eyes as she attempted to fall back asleep.

He felt her soft lips on his and wondered if he was dreaming. He usually had very vivid dreams that made him feel disoriented when he woke up and realized it was just a movie playing in his mind. But this time, the kiss felt a little too tangible for it to be an illusion. He started to drift away from his imagination and gradually opened his eyes to see his girlfriend serenely asleep next to him. Usually when he woke up first, she either faced the window, the ceiling, or anywhere except towards him. He examined her face and noticed how her muscles weren't completely relaxed. Her eyebrows betraying her as they slightly scrunched together in the middle of her forehead.

Was she pretending to be asleep? he thought. With sparks flying in his heart at her cute gesture, he decided to play along and gently kissed her lips before closing his eyes feigning slumber.

Just when she was about to travel back into dreamland, she felt the slight pressure of his plump lips against hers and parted her eyes to see him “sleeping”. If he thought this was a game that they were going to play until noon, he was surely mistaken. She gently grabbed the tip of his nose with her thumb and index finger. She waited until the dark chocolate pools in his eyes finally met her gaze. “Good morning, pig.” she quietly mumbled.

He took her hand away from his nose to latch an arm around her waist. He pulled her in, pressing her small body against his. He adjusted his body position so that their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. Her burgundy oversized shirt rose up to her waist exposing a patch of soft skin, an invitation for his cool hand to rest against the warm skin on the small of her back.

“Cute. If this is how you’ll wake me up from now on, I’ll never get out of bed before you ever again.” his smoky, husky morning voice rumbled in her ears while his warm breath ghosted against her neck.

The familiar kaleidoscope of butterflies frantically buzzed inside her stomach prompting her to encircle her arms around his waist, wanting to get closer and close the gap between them. She nestled her head in the crook of his neck, the familiar smell of citrus and cotton enveloping her like a bright summer’s day. “How do you know I’ll be this cute all the time? What if tomorrow I bang a pot right in your eardrums?” she softly muttered against his neck, his Adam’s apple pressing against her nose.

“Because I know you hate loud noises in the morning. And you’re always cute so that’ll never happen.”

“Shut up, Jun.” she slapped his back, pink roses blooming on her cheeks at his reply.

They laid there for a while with their arms tangled around each other, encompassed in the rolling precipitation against the windowpane, feeling each other’s heartbeat. “What do you want to do today? It’s my first day off since we finished our promotions.” he asked breaking the silence.

“Mm, I’m fine with going anywhere. I just want to find a big puddle so I can kick water in your face.”

Jun smirked at her answer. “Angel, if you wanted to get wet today we don’t even need to get out of bed to do that.” his hand delicately traced down the curvy planes of her body and halted on her hip. He laced one of his long fingers under the hem of her dark purple, polar bear printed shorts.

The room immediately became ten times hotter from his not-so subtle flirting, her face and body burning like lava running down a volcano. His touch against her bare skin was enough for waves of electricity to course throughout every nerve in her body. His playful remarks never failed to catch her off guard regardless of how prepared she was to hear them. It made her feel like they were in a game of chess, both of them trying to find the perfect line to checkmate the other. However, it was too early for her mind to process any clever comebacks. All she wanted was to lay in bed all morning accompanied with cute cuddles. As much as she wouldn’t mind a steamy morning spent under the sheets, especially since they barely had time alone for the past few months, she wasn’t going to let him win this time.

With all these conflicting thoughts racing a hundred miles per second in her mind, she prepped for her counterattack by placing her hands on Jun’s chest and with all the strength she could muster from her small body, she suddenly pushed him off the bed. His body made a loud thud when he crashed on the floor and slightly shook the room like a subtle earthquake.

It took a moment for Jun to realize what just happened. In a slight daze, he slowly got up and sat on the floor. He shook out his hair and combed through his bangs before turning his head back to the bed, where she wrapped herself under the covers like a cute little breakfast burrito. Her head was the only part of her body that was left exposed. Her eyes curled into crescents and her dimples created tiny craters on her cheeks.

“I never said anything about me getting wet. But joke’s on you because now I have all the blankets to myself.” she smirked proudly, feeling like she one-upped him in his own game. She wriggled beneath the covers to make herself more comfortable and closed her eyes in content.

Jun simply stared at her in amusement, impressed by her sudden attack. Just when he thought he won, she never failed to come up from behind and surprise him. But he wasn’t going to let the mouse trump the cat. He stood up and waited a few seconds before hopping back onto the bed. He pulled the covers and lied down next to her once again, wrapping his gangly arms and legs around her body and hugged her tight. She tried to squirm her way out of his grasp but with fleeting energy she couldn’t escape. She eventually gave up and nestled her head against his chest hugging his waist, her cheeks sinking into the cloudlike cotton of his navy sweater.

“I hate you, you know that? So much that now I want to find a puddle of mud to throw on your face instead.” she mumbled lazily, already knowing that they weren’t going to get out of bed for the next hour.

Jun smirked and chuckled against her hair, his fingers absentmindedly drawing circles on her back. He lovingly placed a kiss on the top of her head, not wanting this moment to end. “Don’t worry, angel. We still have the whole day to play in the rain. But for the rest of the morning, let's never leave this bed.”

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Mixed Up by Emma Hart #BookReview #Excerpt #NewAdult

If I kissed her, she’d probably remove my cock with her bare hands and then hit me with it. That was just the kind of person she was. I was a little scared of her, if I was honest. Even if I knew she had a softer, rarely-seen side, the fact remained that Raven Archer was a brutal, sharp-tongued vixen capable of building you up and tearing you down in the same sentence.

Mixed Up is a sassy, ballsy, vivacious contemporary romance with humor and heart. There’s zero love lost between Raven and Parker, who have hated and needled each other for decades, but that little spark of lust is new, and they’re both determined to ignore, resist, repress!

Parker sat down next to me and set his shoes on the sand next to him. “Do you ever think we should stop this childish fighting and be nice to each other?” “All the time,” I answered honestly. “Then you open your mouth and I forget why.”

These two banter like it’s a competition. Hating each other since childhood, arguing is a skill they have definitely mastered, and between her half-Greek temper and his hot-tempered, impatient chef personality, they’re an explosion waiting to happen.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” The words escaped me before I could stop them. Parker leaned forward, somehow moving deeper into me, and wound my hair around my hand. One sharp tug brought my head back, and he kissed the side of my neck. “Just deciding how hard I have to hate-fuck you.” I swallowed, the lump in my throat thick and unmoving despite my best efforts. “That depends how much you hate me right now.” “You have no idea,” he said right into my ear before pulling back. Judging by the way he pulled out and slammed back into me so hard our skin slapped as it came together, he hated me a whole lot.

And when they finally do get together…whew. Hot. “Hate fuck” isn’t something I see in romance all that often, but Parker and Raven do it right. Under the surface of all that seething tension is a relationship just riding out the storm, waiting for the chance to flip hate into love.

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This story is fun and rowdy, and readers with big, boisterous families will identify with the Greek invasion that is Raven’s extended family.

Mixed Up is recommended for readers who like…

Sassy, hard-working heroines

Cocky, competent heroes

Mature New Adult romances

The small vacation town setting

Stories with big, nosy families

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Hiring my brother’s best friend was not on my to-do list. Neither was he.

Expanding my dirty cocktail bar into food was supposed to be easy, except finding a chef in my little town of Whiskey Key is anything but. Until Parker Hamilton comes home—bringing his Michelin starred chef’s hat with him. He has no work. I need someone like him in my new kitchen. There’s just one problem: I hate his cocky, filthy-mouthed, sexy-as-hell guts. Even if I might want him. Just a little…

Working for my best friend’s sister? Not on my to-do list. She’s another story.

Whiskey Key was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, except I haven’t reached the heights I have by lying in a hammock drinking cocktails. So when Raven Archer is desperate for a chef, I offer up my skills. I’m bored. She needs what I can give her. Except there’s a problem: I’ve always hated her. Her and her big, blue eyes, sassy mouth, and killer curves. If only I didn’t want her.

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I knew I was making a mistake. After what Raven said last night at dinner, I had the strongest urge to find out what her cocktail menu was. With names like Dirty Screw and The Slutwhisperer, what other gems did she have hidden on there? Shit, what gems were hidden inside her apparently filthy mind? I had no place to be thinking that. She was Ryan’s sister and the bane of my goddamn existence. I didn’t give a shit what was inside her head or how she came up with a filthy cocktail menu. I was going to believe that she’d spent stupid amounts of time on the Internet coming up with those kinds of names. Seeing her in that damn short dress yesterday had already affected me enough—not to mention the fact that she’d changed since I last saw her. I didn’t know people could change so much in only three years, but Raven Archer had. She was no longer post-grad, trying to seriously figure out what she wanted to do with her life, uncertain and serving burgers to people to make money. She was grown-up, in more ways than just her age. She was even hotter-headed that she was back then. She seemed stronger and more stubborn, and her tongue was so sharp I probably have scars from how quickly she cut me with her words. She was taller and fucking curvier, too. Her lips were fuller. Her eyes were brighter. And the general air that hung about her, that hint of sass and sexiness, the very same thing that made me insult her whenever I opened my mouth almost made me want her, too. And that was exactly why I couldn’t sit and think about what went on in her mind—filthy or otherwise. No matter what she looked like or how fucking hot she was, she was my best friend’s sister. Nobody was more off-limits than she was. That wasn’t a new development. It had always been that way. Thank fucking god I was only here for the summer, and only because my mother had guilted me into it. As soon as the summer was over, I’d go for my next challenge. I could get through a few weeks of being in the same town or two as Raven—because after today, avoidance was at the top of my life. Otherwise, I’d go fucking insane. Dirty was right on the seafront, only meters away from a small, sandy bay. It’d only taken me a few minutes to walk here from where I’d parked downtown, and despite the music coming from inside the bar, I could still hear the gentle crashing of the waves as they crawled up the sand. The water was right out, and I stared out at the water as I headed up the hill to the bar. Fairy lights twinkled along the underside of the roof that jutted out over the sidewalk. It was like a goddamn princess castle from the outside, but the beachy vibe was evident. Different sized and colored shells covered the pillars that held up the balcony that jutted out over the front doors. I pushed open the door. Cold air blasted into me, and so did the heavy bass beat of the music that blared out from the speakers just above my head. There were more fairy lights inside, but they were strung all beneath the bar, across the beams on the ceiling, and over the back wall where the spirits were on the wall. There wasn’t much else in the way of lighting, but what there was was effective enough in holding the entire space into a balance between bright and dusky. The inside of Raven’s bar was like being outside at the moment the sun set. I cast my gaze over the rest of the bar. The solid, wood tables and stools that lines the walls and filled the space to my left all had tiny vases of fresh flowers in. Even those were surrounded by fairy lights. Fucking hell, did she let a class of little girls in here to decorate? No matter what I felt about the fairy lights, it looked good. Damn good. I stepped up to the bar and leaned forward on it. Raven was at the other end of the bar, wearing jeans and a tight tank top that tucked beneath the waistband. Strappy, silver heels on her feet glinted off the under-bar lighting, and it was all too easy for me to drop my eyes there then slowly drag my gaze up the length of her entire body. Light bounced off the chrome cocktail shaker in her hand as she shook it. She popped off the top with one slick of her thumb, and without spilling a drop, poured the pink-red liquid into two martini-style glasses. With her other hand, she reached back to the register and jabbed at it. Seconds later, she was handing them back their change. It all happened in a flash. How did such she go from lost to…this…so quick? “Raven!” A dark-haired woman sitting a few stools away from me with her friend yelled. “There’s a hot guy staring at you!” I laughed loudly as Raven jerked around. Her gaze landed on me with what felt like a snap, and I swore she mouthed, “Motherfucker,” before she stalked to this end of the bar. Her hands slapped on the bar in front of me. “What are you doing here?” “I told you I was coming to check out your menu.” “He was checking out more than the menu,” the woman’s friend giggled. Raven held her finger up to them, and with her other hand, slapped a smooth, laminated menu in front of me. “Did you drive?” “No, I walked all the way from Key West.” I picked up the menu. “Of course I drove.” “Pick one,” she said, moving away. “I’m not serving you anymore than that. Make it a good choice. What can I get for you?” she asked someone else, cutting me off before I could say a word. I raised my eyebrows. “She runs a tight ship,” the first woman said. “Three days ago, there was a guy in here spiking drinks. She caught him and bashed him in the balls with her cocktail shaker so he couldn’t run from the security guard.” Could my eyebrows go up any higher? “That doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. I’ve seen her do worse.” The second woman’s eyes narrowed. “You have? You know her?” The first woman rolled her eyes. “Of course he does, Cam. When have you seen her react to a customer like that? He obviously pissed her off in a past life or something.” “I should be so lucky.” I smirked. “More like all in this life.” “Her brother’s friend, right?” She tilted her head to the side. “Yeah, she mentioned she hated you.” She’d talked about me? “She didn’t say you were hot, though,” the second woman said. “Camille!” Ahhh. The best friends. “What?” Camille said. “I’m just saying.” “No more Slutwhisperers for you,” the other woman—the one I presumed to be Lani—said, reaching for her glass. Camille leaned over and slurped the last of the drink through the straw. That explained the name of the cocktail. “What are you doing?” Raven asked, stopping in front of them. “Cam? Your glass is empty. Let me refill that for you.” She winked to the other girl as she turned around. What was she doing? She put her back to her friends and grabbed the tequila bottle. She tipped it over a cocktail shaker without actually pouring anything into it. My lips quirked up as she put together what was some pink juice or something and blended it with raspberries. She poured the mixture into a glass with some vigor in front of Camille. She’d made her a placebo. “Made your choice?” Raven turned to me, holding onto the shaker. “No.” I spun the menu to face her. “What do you think I should have?” Completely straight-faced, she said, “The Blue Balls.”

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By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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