and he's wearing his white tie

anonymous asked:

hey hey hey could you do 1 + 29 with Tom maybe ?

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” + “Come over here and make me.”


“What… what are you wearing?” Tom removed his sunglasses, looking your costume up and down. You looked down, shrugging.

“What? It’s the uniform they wear on the show!” You defended. You fixed your tie and straightened out your white button up.

“What show is this?” You rolled your eyes as his eyes trained on your skirt.

“It’s a novela, it’s called Rebelde.” He hummed, nodding his head. He leaned down to pull up his socks, wanting to perfect his Tom Cruise-look from the movie Risky Business. He walked past you and heard you trailing behind him, “accidentally”, dropping his his sunglasses. He was by the door when he heard them.

“Oh, baby,” he said, “can you pick those up for me?” You nodded innocently, turning around and bending to pick them up. You could feel a small drift and you gripped your skirt, pulling it further down your butt. “Aha! Point proven.”

“What point?” You scoffed, standing straight and handing him his glasses.

“That skirt is too short!” You laughed with no humor.

The skirt is supposed to be short. Look it up!” He shook his head.

“Baby, please! I don’t want some asshole coming up to you, I don’t know everyone at this party, which also means not everyone knows me. They don’t know you’re my girlfriend, and they’ll take it as a free pass.”

“What,” you sighed, “you don’t trust me?” He rushed toward you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“Of course, I do! I just – I, ugh,” he groaned, one hand leaving your shoulder to run over his face. “I don’t trust other people around you.” You rolled your eyes at the tired excuse. You hadn’t want to go to the party in the first place – who has a Halloween costume party in August? But, now that you agreed, Tom was being irrational with your costume choice? You quirked your eyebrow up in a challenging way, figuring out a way to get out of the party and having some fun with Tom at the same time.

“Tom, I’m not taking this off, or putting anything over it.” Tom was about to argue back, but you held your hand up to stop him. “The only way I’m not going in this costume, is if you make me take it off.” His eyebrows pulled in, confused. He tilted his head to the right.

“W-what?”

“You heard me.” You started moving backwards, toward Tom’s bedroom, “Come over here and make me.” His confused expression, turned to one of understanding, a smirk gracing his features.

“Is that a challenge?” You smiled, nodding. “Don’t think I won’t.” He winked at you, chasing you into his room, laughing over your playful yelling.


this is a mess hfjvfhbdjhb lmao sorry

 Comptine d’un autre été (x)

james potter: shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbow, sharp collarbones, broad shoulders, never has his fucking tie on straight, shit-eating grin, orders for everyone at a restaurant, pointed elbows that rest jauntily on the table, winking, high-fiving, finger-gunning bastard, can never sit still, stops walking in the middle of the hallway to say something because he can’t do both at once, will drink the tea even if it’s stone cold, all his jumpers are fraying, owns a lot of white t-shirts that all have holes in them, has to keep moving, is always moving, because how else is he supposed to feel like he’s doing something

sirius black: blood pumping, sideswept smirk that stops the heart, chin-tilted-upwards-neck-bearing-column-of-throat-show-of-defiance-what-you-gonna-do-about-it stance, cracks his knuckles a lot, strong arms, resting facial expression that is forbidding and gutting all at once, smells like cigarette smoke, wears his tie around his forehead, twirls his wand around his fingers and it drives everyone insane, never has his charms book, finds himself at the top of the astronomy tower at 3am but doesn’t know how he got there

remus lupin: wakes up with blood in the mouth, glint in the eye that betrays his anger, will comprehensively tear you to shreds in an argument, constantly has a bar of chocolate between his lips, cuffed sleeves, reads for pleasure, owns a lot of threadbare, oversized sweaters, will drink the tea when it’s scalding hot just to feel something, nail biter, constantly picks at the hem of his clothing, bites his lip a lot, lies in the dark staring at the ceiling with an instrumental record on in the background on his bad days, he seems to be having a lot of those recently

peter pettigrew: watery eyes, anxious, sniffs a lot, laughs even when he didn’t hear the joke, three-quarter sleeves, frets with his hands, wringing them at the wrists, stress eats, is constantly stuck in the state of waking up from a nap and not knowing what time it is, the best at simple charms, likes being outside with his eyes to the overcast sky and his hands in the earth, can anticipate what james needs before he asks because he’s good at studying people, he’s good at sitting back and observing, maybe he should do something with that one day

anonymous asked:

Okay but after the new Love Hotel & Instagram chapter I desperately need Yuuri to find his old school uniform while packing his things in preparation to move to Russia (or even better, Victor asking Mari or Yuuko for their old ones and makes Yuuri wear it)

“W-where did you get that?” Yuuri sputtered upon walking into his bedroom and seeing Victor sitting on his bed.

Except he wasn’t just sitting on Yuuri’s bed.

He was sitting on Yuuri’s bed, wearing the dark, dark blue uniform jacket and pants that Yuuri had not seen in years.

And wearing it exactly like Yuuri had always imagined. Jacket front undone, flaps haphazardly pushed back. White button up shirt just a bit rumpled and nearly coming untucked from his belt line. The knot in the school tie loose and askew. He rested an elbow on a knee, holding his chin in his hand as he smirked over at Yuuri.

Every bit the image of a punkish, popular bad boy that robbed everyone of their hearts and common sense the second he sauntered into a room or down a hallway.

“I might have bribed someone,” Victor replied, smooth and rich like melted chocolate. He pushed off the bed and strode over to Yuuri.

Yuuri was reeling. Not just at three years of high school fantasies come to life, but the fact that Victor looked even hotter than any image Yuuri had ever conjured up. Intensified by ten times over when Victor confidently drove Yuuri back against the bedroom doorframe, planting his hand firm against the wall, pinning Yuuri there under his sharp blue gaze and the abusive amounts of power that uniform was giving him over Yuuri.

Weak-kneed Yuuri. Trembling Yuuri. Already half-hard in his pants Yuuri.

“Is that the right way to do a kabe-don?”

An endless mantra of ohmygodohmygodohmygod hurled itself through Yuuri, and he couldn’t even be sure if it was only mental or if he was actually breathing the words out.

Screw all logic and restrain, Yuuri wanted nothing more than to be screwed by Victor. With the uniform still on. Right there against the doorframe.

“I-… I, ummm-…” Yes. Very right. The very right way of doing a kabe-don. So right that it was wrong. So wrong. Very wrong. “…Why are you-…” Yuuri couldn’t even finish the question, about a nanosecond away from seizing a hold of that sloppily-knotted tie in order to crash his mouth and body against Victor’s.

“Because you got senpai to notice you.”

And it was at that point that Yuuri utterly broke down into a fit of laughter that lasted approximately ten minutes, and then five more when Victor refused to stop pouting at just how awful Yuuri had found that line and that there was no hope of recovering.

BTS Reaction | Sex role-play

Request; bts reaction to you wanting to roleplay during sex and what roleplay they’d want

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon would be open to roleplaying during sex if you were, one of his favourites being a professor x student. Just so he could see you wearing a short skirt, stockings, a white shirt and a tie that could also be used to tie you up. 

“I mean if you’re willing to dress the part of a student, I’ll do anything for you”

Kim Seokjin

Jin had thought about roleplay a few times before but never enough to actually ask you to try it. When you asked him he would already have an idea of what he wanted to try.

“I’m the chef, you’re my server, plot twist, you’re also my dessert”

Min Yoongi

Yoongi would find the whole idea of role-playing pointless when he could just fuck you and make you feel good. If you kept asking he’d soon end up agreeing.

“Okay fine, but if we’re doing this you can be my masseuse or something, but you better give me a good massage before it turns sexual”

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok hadn’t put much thought into roleplay before but when you asked if you could try it he’d be more than willing, picking something he would be able to really get himself into. 

“I’m your dance teacher, you’re my student, don’t you think that’d be really sexy?”

Park Jimin

Jimin liked the idea of role-playing during sex but would have never put much thought into what he’d want. He’d probably pick something where you could be in charge, such as nurse x patient

“I mean I really like it when you take care of me, maybe you could be a sexy nurse?”

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung would definitely be into roleplaying, the idea of it was a big turn on for him. Since he has an undying love for art and photography and a new found love for drawing, I think he’d like something along the lines of painter x muse. 

“How about you pose naked for me, let me draw you, it’d be so sexy, just the thought of it is turning me on”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would be open to trying it, putting thought into what you both would enjoy before settling on a concept. for you both to try

“You liked my policeman outfit from the Dope MV, right? You could be my prisoner and maybe I could handcuff you”

Draco Malfoy:

- Last picture on Instagram: (7:55am this morning) Harry, dressed in nothing but low rise sweatpants, standing in their kitchen cuddling their grumpy, fluffy white Persian cat, smiling into its fur. Caption: “Look at how disgustingly adorable both my cuties are, look at them.. 😎 ” followed by half a million hashtags including ‘#Bae, #KittyLove, #SaintPotter and #LookAtHisHipBones.

- Last Snapchat sent to Harry: (6:35pm this evening) Double-picture snap 1) Picture of a rack of lacy red bras. Caption: “Pansy forced me to go lingerie shopping with her FML”. 2) Himself in a changing room wearing the shirt he wore to work that morning, the satin tie and a lacy green thong, his back turned to display his arse, looking over his shoulder at the mirror. Caption: “I don’t hate how this looks. Thoughts?” [Harry screenshots it.]

- Last Snapchat received from Harry: (6:40pm this evening) An undecipherable, blurred image with just a part of Harry’s shoe visible. Caption: “MOTHER OF MERLIN, I JUST RAN OUT OF A MEETING TO GO HIDE MY BONER, YOU TOSSER.” followed by an IM on the chat window - “Buy that fucking thong, Draco, buy it right now.”

- Last link shared on Facebook: (4:18pm this evening) Ten Gorgeous Destinations to Consider For Your Next Holiday. Caption: “Harry Potter, pick a date, we’re going to Hawaii.”
Comments:
Harry - Just say when, baby.
Draco - What the fuck have I told you about calling me that in public?
Harry - I dunno, call you that more often?
Draco - Please go away.
Harry - But I love you!
Draco - I will unfriend you. And block you.
Pansy - Would you two get a room?
Harry - We have a whole flat, Parkinson.
Narcissa - Draco are you in Hawaii
Draco: No, Mother, I’m very much still in London.
Narcissa: Ok wear sunblock even under your swimwear or you will burn
Draco: MOTHER, OH MY GOD, PLEASE GET OFF FACEBOOK!
Ron: This is officially the best thing ever.


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Suits, volleyball, and all the headcanon in between.

[Terushima, Futakuchi, Noya, Tanaka, Ushijima and Tendou here]
[Akiteru, Kei, Kageyama and Hinata here]
[Ladies of Karasuno here]

Kuroo.

  • Black on black. No tie, open two-buttoned suit jacket that hugs his waist, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Tailored wingtip derbies, black and matte- polished to perfection.
    • He’s actually the one who dislikes wearing suits the most (I mean, have you seen the guy, he literally looks like he throws on whatever he has lying on his bed).
    • Oh, but if you challenge him, or if the need arises- he’s going to be the sexiest guy in the room because he sure as hell isn’t going to lose at anything.
      • Hours of research and a lot of changing rooms is not going to be for nothing. If he’s going to suffer, he’s going to do some real damage before he goes (namely to your short-circuited brain and perhaps severe blood loss via nosebleed).
    • He tried the red and black combination once, until a girl actually came up to him and asked him which host club he worked at, and he’s stuck to black from then on.
    • Those undone buttons on his shirt? Collarbones. They’re so sharp that they can slice through paper, and it makes his neck slimmer and his smirk all the sexier.
    • Everything’s been absolutely tailored at least twice, and it’s so on purpose. Can you imagine those legs- miles and miles of slim height and oh, he knows you’re staring. He’ll wink right back.
      • Now that he thinks about it, he’s never had to buy his own drink before, and thus Kuroo’s legendary alcohol tolerance was born.

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The filename for this drawing is prettybird.psd because I’m a trainwreck.

[Caption: A realistic digital painting of Castiel from Supernatural. Portrait is from the waist up and in full profile. Castiel is wearing a rumpled white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a striped tie. He has two enormous blue wings that lay folded at his back. He is gazing to the right with a thoughtful expression. The background is dark brown; dramatic key lighting highlights his profile as well as the wings.]

I need a Sheith The Addams Family AU so bad lmao

  • Shiro as Gomez Addams. Eccentric, handsome, athletic multi-billionaire. Loves black and white suits. Obsessed with spaceships and in his study he’d blow them up just for fun, he can always buy a new set anyway, no big deal. He is such a romantic. He adores and would literally die for his husband, Keith. Loves making morbid jokes, it’s his thing. Randomly takes the husband and him on trips to Bermuda Triangle because it’s their typical destination. 
  • Keith as Morticia Addams. Handsome and quiet, makes a lot of people do a double-take just like with his husband. Always in all-black suits. Sometimes wears a red tie. Red is the only other colour he will wear. Rarely smiles but when he does…
    Shiro: STAB MY HEART A THOUSAND TIMES, MY LOVE, AND I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU EVER JUST SMILE MY WAY
    Keith: Let me go just get my dagger, will you wait for me, Mon cher?
    Shiro: Cara mio, will it be painful?
    Keith: Extremely.
  • As a married couple, they are quite a sight to see. They move so gracefully like they came out of a black and white film. Never do people see them wear normal clothes. They always have to look elegant. They are multilingual. They know Japanese, Spanish, Italian, French and English. But Japanese is the language that just drives Shiro nuts whenever Keith uses it for sweet talks. 
  • When they go on dinner dates, they get weird looks. The waiter in charge of their table is always scandalized when they hear them talk.
    Shiro: At your request, I would rip out my eyes. At your command, I would crawl on my belly through hot coals and broken glass.
    Keith: Why wait, my darling?
    “What the hell is wrong with you people?”
  • A bit weirded out by normal people.
    Keith: Takashi, that child is… smiling as if he’s happy. How hideous.
    Shiro: Look away, my love. Look away.

[PART 02] [PART 03]

The last time Maryse Lightwood had seen her oldest son in the Institute chapel, he was about to martyr himself into a marriage for their family’s political gain, to find again honor that she and her ex-husband tarnished with decisions made out of delusional hate. Looking back on it now, the pride she felt while seeing him in a golden suit and with barely concealed panic buzzing underneath the neat edges of his sleeves makes her sick. It had been wrong, so very wrong. It had been something a good mother should have never done.

But Maryse has learned a lot since then - seeing her children blaze new trails in the sedentary Clave traditions and rules has taught her how to be better, how to apologize and try to redress past grievances.  She is trying to be a better version of herself, both for her allies as well as her own family, speaking apologies and confessions that should have been made long ago.

And here she is again, in the same Institute chapel, at another wedding. 


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Elopement - Jason Todd x Reader

Bullets rang around you as you sprinted down a corridor towards a closing metal door. You dove through, rolling to your feet on the other side. Glancing over your shoulder, you smiled when you saw the men chasing you disappeared behind the closing door. The door sealed behind you.

“I’m in,” you spoke into the comlink as you surveyed the room. Finding a control panel, you attempted to hack the building’s computer system.

A chuckle sounded from the other end of the comlink. “I never doubted you for a second.”

“Sure you didn’t, Lover-boy,” you teased, grinning at the chuckles buzzing in your ear. “How are you doing with the mercenaries?” 

“Oh, we’re having a party out here,” he replied. The faint sound of gunshots echoed through the com. You frowned when you didn’t get another answer.

“Jason?” The panic made your voice crack. Time stopped as you waited for a reply.

“I’m still here, Sweetheart.” You sighed as Jason’s husky voice filled your ear. Even after all this time, your heart still fluttered at the sound. “One of these idiots just shot himself.”

You snickered, finishing your hacking. Sticking a flash drive into the terminal, you started downloading the information. You and Jason had accepted a contract to collect data on Black Mask’s movements through the western part of the United States. The two of you were currently in one of Black Mark’s main warehouses in Las Vegas. “I’ve started the download.”

“Good,” Jason grunted. The sound of a punch came through the com. “I might need your help out here. More mercenaries showed up.”

“I’ll come when I can,” you replied. You hacked into the security cameras to find out where Jason was. When you found him, you winced at the number of new mercenaries attacking Jason. He was holding them off, but you knew he would need your help to take them down. 

The terminal beeped, the download was finished. You took the flash drive out, slipping it safely into your pocket. Taking out your own gun, you shot the terminal to erase your tracks. Once it was destroyed, the sealed door reopened to reveal the men who you had trapped outside. They raised their guns at you.

“Nice to see you again, Boys,” you greeted cheerfully, swinging into action. The men were down in five seconds flat. You sprinted back down the corridor towards a glass window. Shooting out the glass with your gun, you leaped through the window to land a flying kick to one of the mercenaries attacking Jason.

“Hello Sweetheart, it’s nice of you to drop in,” Jason flirted as you joined him in the battle. The two of you fought seamlessly together. 

“I was in the neighborhood,” you mused, punching a mercenary out cold. You flipped over Jason to perform a high kick on another one. 

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Cardiovascular Palpitations Part 1 (ft. Jeongguk) [M]

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


→ fluff, angst, smut, mentions of blood/surgery
Jeongguk ft. Taehyung | friendswithbenefits!au, doctors!au
part 1 | part 2story talk

It was complicated. But it worked. You two were doctors, cardio surgeons at that. Complicated was usual, it was your business, your work, your lifestyle. And neither of you had time for an actual relationship, for the hours of work for writing heartfelt letters or planning dates out on the beach. Both you and Jeongguk needed quickies in the stockroom, someone to dress up and look hot so he can get revenge on his ex, someone to give a blow job or finger you to relax your nerves before an important presentation, someone to understand the burdens and harsh lifestyle of being a doctor. And somehow in that chaos, you’d found eachother and it worked out. 

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the noisy neighbors [m]

Originally posted by wanjacks

❛❛i live in a house full of stupid men and their dirty underwear except there is an angel in their midst and he cleans up after himself and does everyone’s laundry and we share the same neighbor who likes to have wild sex every night and the hot boy hates confrontation but i guess not when his dick is in my vagina❜❜ AU

COUNT → 7.143

GENRE → smut 

PAIRING → jinyoung | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | graphic dirty talk | spanking 

note → this is for my friend @loljinyoungie because it’s her birthday today!!!! birthday smut!!!! so if ur reading this. please feel free to send her a birthday message :-D i hope u like this smut though!!!!! i told you i would finish it!!!!!!!!! a little later than i planned but oH WELL HAVE AT ALL YOUR KINKS I HOPE I DID THEM JUSTICE. AND IF I SPELLED HIS NAME “JIMYOUNG” ANYWHERE IM GONNA BE SO MAD IDK WHY THAT IS EVEN A THING THAT HAPPENS


You really hated the fact that you were such a light sleeper.

One of your favorite sounds in the world was nothing. That’s not to say you didn’t have a favorite sound, but that your favorite sound was literally nothing. Nothing was the sound of a cool breeze blowing against your house’s exterior. Or maybe it was even the sound of rain dripping from your roof outside your window—sounds like those.

Nothing was white noise, but it also sounded cooler to say nothing rather than that.

However, the sound of bodies thudding into the wall next to you? That was definitely not white noise.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt where dan always has bottle pop candies and lollipops every day and teacher phil had the hots for him but loses it after Dan accidentally calls him teacher phil daddy then idk smut ensues

i like the idea of dan having a crush on his english teacher mr. lester and dan seducing phil into fucking him on his desk during free period? btw your account is so fucking amazing.

i changed phil’s age cause idk i wanted him to be younger 

warnings : daddy kink, degrading, sex obviously, and uh,, dan’s technically underage (but only by a month)

Phil felt like hitting his head against a fucking wall. 

He wasn’t just frustrated; he was humiliated. And it wasn’t supposed to be easy to humiliate Phil Lester. 

Phil glanced up, his eyes automatically going to the back of the classroom, where Dan was sitting. The boy was already looking at him, and their eyes met. Dan was smirking like he knew something Phil didn’t, and he winked. 

Don’t get him wrong: Phil wasn’t partial to having huge crushes on his students. He was a good teacher, he was one of those fossils that had been working at the school for years, and they had kept him around. Not to say that he was an actual fossil, either, he was only twenty eight. Which did not excuse his feelings, in his mind. 

It had started at the beginning of that year, when he had met his new classes. Everything was normal, until fifth period. 

And that boy just waltzed into his classroom, not having a single care in the world. 

Phil remembered it specifically. He had been wearing a bubble gum pink sweater and a white tie, and a matching skirt. The skirt cut off mid thigh, showing off much more than should be allowed (in Phil’s opinion, anyways). His hair had been curly and a bit messy, falling in his chocolate eyes. 

Phil remembered his first thought being that there was no way he passed the front office dressed like that. His second thought was that this boy was beautiful, and not in a delicate little baby way. Phil thought he was beautiful in an adult way; in the way that made Phil want to take him on dates to expensive restaurants and kiss him under a sky full of stars. 

That was, of course, until Dan opened his mouth. 

The first thing he did was walk straight up to Phil’s desk, hips swaying slightly as he walked, and lean against it. He had looked Phil up and down, much more like he was a potential fuck than a teacher, and smacked his gum. 

“You’re young,” was the first thing he said, his voice lilting and just the slightest bit bratty. 

Phil cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah.” Dan tilted his head at him. “You’re young for a teacher.”

Phil had frowned at him, not in a mean way, more like a question. 

“I guess so. Is that an issue?”

Dan had given him that grin, that evil smirk that he had grown to loathe, and shrugged. “Not at all, sir.” 

Phil hadn’t liked the way he had said that, like it meant much more than it should have. And if he had known, he would have kicked that boy in the pink skirt with beautiful eyes right out of his classroom. 

Ever since that point, things had only gotten worse. Phil discovered that Dan was a brat, a whiny, rich brat who always got his way. He always got what he wanted, and unfortunately, what he wanted was Phil. 

Phil came to hate fifth period, because it meant he had to see those eyes again.  And those lips, wrapped around a new candy. The second day of school, Dan had showed up with a pink lollypop stuck between his teeth. And Phil swore, it was like he hadn’t taken it out since. 

At first, Phil had protested. 

“I don’t know what other teachers have been saying,” he had said quietly, resting his hands on either side of Dan’s desk. “But you’re not allowed to have candy in here.” 

Dan had just raised an eyebrow, twirling his lollypop in his mouth and making a loud sucking noise. 

“But I want to,” he finally said, keeping the eye contact. He uncrossed his legs, (now Phil was sure, deliberately) spreading them apart. 

Phil had sighed. 

“Well, in the real world, you don’t always get what you want.”

Dan had pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. 

“Sucks for you.” 

Excuse me?” Phil had raised his eyebrows, practicing his authority. Dan had just giggled, ignoring him completely and instead rubbing his calf against Phil’s thigh. 

And over the next few months, Phil had been slipping more and more. He used to at least send Dan to the office, or write him up, but everyone seemed to love him. The principal himself had told him that whenever he saw him, Dan seemed like a lovely young man. And for a while, Phil couldn’t put his finger on why Dan only acted up in his class. 

That was until Dan’s boyfriend picked him up from class. 

He was almost taller than Phil, and he looked just about old enough to be in college (which made Phil self conscious, although he would never admit it). He wore biker clothing, the kind of stuff you put on to go to a street fight, and he had a tough yet attractive face. 

The first thing the guy did when he got there was pick Dan up, setting him down on Phil’s desk and fitting himself between his thighs. 

“Dan, get off my desk,” Phil had said in a monotone, not even looking up from his paperwork. 

Dan giggled, and Phil looked up only when he heard a sucking noise. The guy was sucking a fucking hickey on the side of Dan’s neck. 

Phil shook his head, standing up. “Get out of my classroom, Howell. I know for a fact you have History soon. Get moving.”

Dan turned to his boyfriend, smiling innocently but still not getting off of Phil’s desk. “You heard him, Bradley. Get out.”

“Meet me in the hall,” he said, his voice low, and glared at Phil. 

Once he was gone, Dan hopped off of his desk. 

“Wish he was you,” he whispered bluntly, and then sauntered away. Phil watched him carefully, seeing him take his lollypop out and toss it in the trash by the door. 

That night, Phil had gotten hardly any sleep. Wish he was you. Phil pondered the fact Dan had thrown away his lollypop the second he was out of the classroom, even though there was plenty candy left. He realized he had seen Dan opening one when he sat down, and throwing it away when he left. 

Then it hit him. Dan was teasing him. Testing him, seeing how far he could push him before he snapped. 

Phil fell asleep going over all the reasons he couldn’t just bend Dan over his desk and fuck him until he cried. 

And it didn’t stop there. It seemed like every day that Phil ignored him, denied him, Dan pushed harder. He would wear the shortest skirts he could find, and then pretend to drop something. He would rub against him, he would breathe down his neck while asking for help. It was all getting to be too much, Phil was cracking at the edges. He kept forgetting not to cuss, forgetting to hide the dark circles under his eyes, and Dan noticed. 

But now Dan had crossed the damn line. 

The class was taking a test, their English finals, and Phil couldn’t be happier to be getting Dan out of his class before he broke. But Dan had come prepared. 

He was wearing a lacy black skirt and a red t-shirt, one that might be slightly see through. And he was currently sitting in the back of the classroom, touching himself. 

He wasn’t full on jerking himself off, but Phil could see his hand under the desk, palming himself through what looked like panties. His thighs would tremble every now and then, and he would bite his lip, or let out a quiet whimper. 

No one else seemed to notice, too focused on their tests, but just the thought that someone could turn around any second and see what Dan was doing was making Phil sweat. 

He had to make this stop, or he was going to have a raging hard on, and then he didn’t think he would be able to stop from taking Dan right then and there. 

He slowly made his way back to Dan, his heart pounding like hell in his chest. He leaned over his desk, pleading his eyes not to wander. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, quiet enough that no one but Dan could hear, completely giving up on having any respect. 

“Nothing, sir,” Dan whispered back, choking out a quiet moan. Phil had to stop himself from covering his mouth with his hand. 

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he growled, glaring at him. “Stop it right now, or I’ll make sure you get summer school.” 

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Summer school? With you? Doesn’t sound too bad to me.” 

Phil was at a loss. What in the world would make this boy shut the fuck up?

Dan moaned again, his voice breathy and desperate. 

“Fuck, daddy,” he blurted, his breath hitching. 

Phil stopped in his tracks, cursing under his breath. 

“Stay after class,” he hissed. “You’re getting what you fucking wanted.” 

Phil spun around, walking back to his desk before he could get any more aroused, and so that he wouldn’t see Dan’s smug grin. 

The rest of the class seemed to last for years, but Dan stopped touching himself, which let Phil calm down a little. When the bell finally rang, Phil was ruined. He was sweating, and he was still hard. 

“Okay, class dismissed,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “See you all tomorrow.” 

He caught Dan’s eyes, and the boy crossed his arms, staying where he was seated. 

As soon as the last student left and the door closed, Phil was standing. 

He was silent for a moment, the atmosphere tense, and Phil could practically feel the sexual frustration radiating off himself like an aura. 

“Come here,” he said finally, his voice low and firm. He was done playing Dan’s little games. 

Dan stood up, walking towards him and stopping at the desk. Phil glared at him. 

“Do you have a sixth period?”

Dan shook his head, smiling slightly. 

“Good.” The only reason Phil thought he could get away with this was because he didn’t have a class for another two periods.

He moved towards Dan before grabbing him by the hair in a sudden aggressive motion. Dan squeaked, but let Phil push him against the desk without resisting. 

Phil pushed his face against the surface, so his cheek was pressed against the wood. 

“You’re such a fucking slut,” he growled, letting his crotch rub up against Dan’s ass. He whined, but shut up quick when Phil pinched his side. “But you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes sir,” Dan got out, breathing heavily. “Please, sir.” 

“Please what, whore?” Phil tugged at his hair, pinning his wrists behind his back. 

“Please fuck me, daddy, need it, need your cock-” Phil cut him off by covering his mouth, turning him around and setting him on the desk. 

“I know,” he muttered, brushing his lips over Dan’s neck and feeling him shiver. “That’s what you’ve wanted this whole time, isn’t it? Say it.”

Dan whined, squirming under Phil’s touch. “Y-Yes, sir. This whole time, what I wanted, wanted your cock. Wanted your big cock inside me…”

Phil hummed against his throat, sucking a hickey just below his collarbone. He didn’t care, he didn’t want to think about consequences, he wanted Dan so fucking bad. 

He ran his hands under Dan’s shirt, over his stomach and up to his chest. He pinched one of his nipples, savoring Dan’s gasp. 

“Say it again, slut,” he breathed, nipping at Dan’s ear. 

“Fuck.” Dan cursed, wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist, anything to get as close as possible. “Need you, sir, need your cock inside me, please, so deep… fuck me so hard I c-can’t walk, make me forget my own name.” He gripped Phil’s shirt with both hands, as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Please, Phil.”

Just those words were enough to get Phil ripping his shirt off, tossing it aside and unbuttoning his own. Dan whined needily, tugging at Phil’s zipper. 

Phil pushed his hand away, tutting and going back to kissing his neck, working on Dan’s skirt instead. He pulled it down the boys’s thighs, letting his fingertips brush in a teasing manner before digging his nails in. Dan yelped, clinging to his torso. 

Phil decided to stop teasing, he had waited long enough, and instead moved Dan so he was bent over the desk again, his ass in the air. Phil tugged at his panties, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. 

“You have such a pretty ass, baby boy.” Phil let his hands glide over Dan’s skin, hearing Dan’s breath catch. 

“Phil, please. Get on with it.”

Phil grunted, sucking on his own fingers. “Since you asked nicely.”

Without warning he pushed a finger into him, and Dan whimpered. After a moment he pushed back against the digit, wiggling his ass needily. 

Phil added another finger and scissored, and before he knew it, he was adding a third. Dan seemed already completely wrecked, Phil had to hold him down to keep him from squirming. 

“Please daddy,” he moaned, practically falling apart under him. “Fuck me.”

Phil didn’t answer, simply spit on his hand, stroking his cock to cover it, and then lined up with Dan’s pretty little hole. He gripped the boy’s shoulder with one hand, the other resting on his lower back.

“Ready?” he asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Yes-!” 

He pushed in almost to the hilt right away, and Dan cried out. Phil chuckled, pulling out a bit and giving Dan a moment to adjust before pushing in again. 

“Feel good, baby?” Phil asked, his voice low and rough. Dan let out a high pitched moan in response, nodding frantically. 

“Yes! God, daddy, more…!”

“More?” Phil shifted, repositioning to get a better angle. “You sure, angel?”

“Positive.”

Phil grunted, thrusting hard, and he could almost feel the table shake beneath them. 

He pulled out despite Dan’s noises of protest, moving him so he was facing him, wrapping Dan’s legs around his waist again. He pushed back in, feeling Dan’s thighs tremble as he started fucking him at a faster and harder pace. 

Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck, muffling his noises. 

“Fuck.” Phil dragged his nails down Dan’s side, groaning close to Dan’s ear. “Such a slut baby, such a good boy for me, doing so fucking well.”

“Daddy,” Dan breathed, his breath hitting Phil’s neck. “Gonna cum…”

“Yeah?” Phil grinned, adjusting his angle to hit all of Dan’s good spots. “Go ahead. Cum for me, honey.”

He pounded into him even faster, and Dan squeaked. He let out a loud high-pitched moan, before letting go and coming over his and Phil’s stomach. 

Phil groaned, pulling out and giving his cock a few pulls before coming and adding to the mess. 

For a moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing. Dan fell back against the desk, his head lolling against the surface, his eyes closed. Phil thought he might be dead for a moment before he spoke. 

“Worth it,” he said softly, practically a whisper. 

Phil shook his head, but couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Shut up,” he muttered, taking some tissues from his desk and cleaning both of them off. 

It took him a while to get Dan motivated enough to dress himself, and when he was dressed, he wouldn’t move from Phil’s desk for a whole ten minutes. 

“So,” he started when Phil finally got him to stand on his own. 

“So.” 

“That was fun,” Dan said softly, letting his gaze fall to his feet. Now that he seemed to have gotten rid of the sexual tension, Dan was being a lot nicer, and a lot less bratty. 

Instead of saying anything, Phil leaned over, kissing Dan deeply. Dan started to stumble back in surprise, but Phil caught him with a firm hand on his waist. 

When they parted, Dan was glowing more than he was before. 

“So,” he repeated, looking a lot more confident. He flashed Phil his notorious smirk. “Summer school, huh?”

Pretend Boyfriend

Marinette was roaming around the neighbourhood looking for some inspirations to spark an idea for a new design she had in mind but can’t seem to get a clear picture of what. The sun was out but it a bit breezy, Marinette had started to think maybe she should’ve listened to her mom about bringing a sweater with her. She was just strolling around the park and her stomach started to growl. It was the late afternoon, and Marinette hasn’t had lunch yet. Luckily for Marinette, across the park from her, there was a hot dog stand. 

“One hot dog with mustard on it, please,” Marinette said as she pulls out $2 from her little purse. As she waits for her hot dog to finish, a boy around her age walks up to the stand. 

“Make that two,” the teenage boy said to the man running the stand. Then he turns to Marinette, “Hey, I’m Josh.” The boy had shaggy sandy hair with a chiseled jawline. 

“Hi, I’m Marinette.” She said awkwardly, not knowing why he had striked up a conversation with her. 

The boy was trying to flex without letting the girl he’s trying to impress her and in hopes she just happened to noticed his biceps. “I’m new here, I’m visiting my aunt here in Paris. I’m German.”

“Germany, um, wow. Cool.” Marinette mumbled. Wishing for the hot dog to be ready soon.

The boy pushed his hair to the side, “I know. So, you want to show me around?”

“P-pardon?” Wide eyed, Marinette stuttered out. 

“Show me around, you know, get some coffee, talk.” 

“Uh,” before Marinette could answer, her hot dog was ready. “Sorry, I’m kind of busy right now. Maybe next time?” She grab her hot dog to quickly walked away. As soon she left the park, she slowed down and let out a sigh of relief. 

“Gosh Tikki, that was scary,” Marinette told Tikki who was eating a cookie in her purse. 

“Oh Marinette, he’s just a boy.” Tikki said giggling. Then they heard the boy cry out again. 

“There you are Margret!” He shouted as he runs towards Marinette with his hot dog. 

“Marinette.” She corrected him. 

“What?” He said, out of breath.

Marinette sighed, “My name is Marinette.” 

The boy just nodded, not really listening to Marinette. Again, Marinette started to walk again. The boy jogged up to Marinette and placed his arm around her shoulders. She tried to shrug off his arm but he kept it on her shoulders. Marinette was clearly uncomfortable but the boy didn’t noticed, or he did and just didn’t care. Marinette tried multiple different ways to hint at the German boy that she didn’t want him around her. She even tried to flat out tell him, but he just cutting her off. Marinette was about give up trying, he just wouldn’t leave her alone. Finally, she grabbed his arm and fling it off of her. 

“What the hell was that for!” He yelled at her as he rubbed his arm, trying to soothe the pain.

Just then a white limo pulled up beside them. Adrien’s limo. He got out, he was in his modeling clothes. He was wearing a classic black and white suit and tie. “What’s going on here?” He asked worryingly, he had saw the whole thing.

“None of your business,” Josh answered but kept his glaze towards Marinette. 

“Adrien!” Marinette exclaimed. 

“Wait, you guys know each other?” Josh asked, looking at the both of them.”

Adrien saw how uncomfortable Marinette was feeling. “Of course, I’m her boyfriend.”

“Her boyfriend?”

“My boyfriend?!”

The two said in sync. 

Adrien smiled and picked up Marinette’s hand and interlocked it with his. Marinette’s heart was pounding. The last time they held hands, was when they went to a haunted house with Alya and Nino and left them in the dark together. During the time, Adrien took Marinette’s hand so they won’t separate from each other. When they came out of the house, Alya and Nino were waiting for them outside. Alya took a picture of them hold hands. Which is now Marinette’s wallpaper on her phone. 

“Prove it.” Josh told them, “Kiss.” 

Marinette’s face was red as Nathaniel’s hair. But of course, Marinette didn’t think Adrien would help Marinette to the extreme as to kiss her. Before she could confess that they weren’t dating, Adrien lend in towards her and lightly kissed the top of her nose. Marinette was sure that entire of Paris could hear her heart pounding. She felt lightheaded and was completely overwhelmed. 

“A kiss on the lips.” The boy commanded. 

But Adrien just shook his head. “We don’t have to kiss just so you’ll know when to back off. Marinette clearly didn’t want to be bothered, but yet, you kept pestering her.” 

The boy was angry, but Adrien continued. “If she didn’t feel comfortable with your arm around her, then you should’ve let her be. She didn’t allow you to do that. And even if I was her boyfriend or not, you got to respect her as a human.”

Marinette was wide eyed. She felt her heart skip a beat every second that he talked. The boy was angry that he stormed off. Adrien turned to Marinette, his face was just as red as Marinette’s. “Sorry about that. I was being hypocritical. I just wanted him to leave you alone.” 

Marinette gently shook her head, “No, it’s okay. Thank you. For everything. I didn’t know how to get away from him. Thank you for helping me.” They both were staring into each other’s eyes, it felt like time stopped. But time is time, and it kept going. 

Adrien’s phone buzzed in his suit pocket. He let go of her hand to get his phone.  Marinette didn’t realize that they were still holding hands with him until he let go of her hand. It just felt like their hands fitted perfectly with each other’s. Now her hand felt empty. She stared at it. It was a message from his dad. “Sorry, I have to go. Do you want a ride home?” 

“Uh, no. It’s okay. Thanks.” Marinette said to him, trying not to be awkward. She quickly waved at him before walking back home. Adrien smiled at her, and walked to his limo. Once he got in, he stared at his hand, the one he held Marinette’s hand with. And he smiled once more. 

anonymous asked:

could i request yoongi for the small au thing please?? thank you<33 (ps you're the sweetest!! i check your blog all the time and i'm always happy to see updates from you<3 hope school is ok for you and you're feeling well!!)

ofc!! aww, thank you!! i hope you’re doing well too!!

  • korean history professor!yoongi 
  • doesn’t want to be teaching this class, wishes he was at home marathoning game of thrones or something
  • and he makes this known to the class. like everytime he comes in
  • just sets down his mug and he’s like “this unit is on the joseon dynasty. who wants to tell me what they know about? but also,,,,,,,,i wish i was at home with my cat.”
  • wears thick framed glasses and a white button down that’s never ironed,,,,,his colleague namjoon was like “yoongi perhaps wear a tie? maybe a sweater?”
  • and yoongi was just like “you wear the same black shirt + black pants + black cardigan combo every day. don’t tell me how to ‘fashion’ namjoon”
  • you’re a professor in the history department as well and you’ve known yoongi since college really
  • and you’ve always thought it was really cute the way he acts so nonchalant in class but you also know that he eagerly wrote a huge dissertation neo-confucianism and how he gets all into books and the way he smiles when grading a good paper 
  • and yoongi always falls asleep if the professors have to stay overtime and you’re always the one to wake him up and take the train with him
  • and one day when you go over to wake him up, yoongi groggily reaches out and pulls you closer to him
  • and you’re aware that he must be dreaming but you’re like “yoongi, let go - yoon-”
  • but then you feel him nuzzle into your neck and murmur that you smell good and you’re getting red in the face,,,,but also his sleepy voice is so cute
  • and you’re like “yoongi, wake up”
  • but than you feel his lips against your neck and he’s like “im not asleep.”
  • and you’re,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,o h 
  • and yoongi leans back and tilts his head and is like 
  • “don’t you think this is long overdue, we should have made out back in college”
  • and you’re like oh so we’re gonna make out and he’s like you don’t want to?
  • and you pause but then throw your coat back onto your desk and throw yourself into his arms because hell yeah you want to 
Family: 12x12 Coda

“Castiel?” Mary tapped lightly on his door.

“He spent the night with Dean,” Sam told her. He was leaning in his own doorway.

“Oh? I just wanted to check in on him. I suppose Dean’s keeping an eye on him.” She smiled knowingly. “Are they…? I mean he told Dean he loved him last night.”

Sam shrugged. “If know. I half expected Dean to drive off somewhere in the middle of the night and drink himself stupid. He doesn’t do feelings.” He put an arm around his mother and walked her to the kitchen for some coffee and a longer chat.

“The waitress yesterday morning?” Mary asked.

“Classic Dean. Alpha male, pack leader. Clearly not interested in her but still asserts his masculinity. He knows Cas isn’t looking to hook up with anyone. He’s not the casual sex kind of guy.”

“And you and Dean are?” It was a fair enough question.

Sam shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Not a topic he wanted to discuss with his mother. “No time for relationships. Let’s leave it at that. And not so much for one night stands the past couple years. I think we went and got too old for it.”

“Maybe it’s because Dean has Castiel. Maybe the whole show yesterday was to throw us off, keep it a secret. But when you’re dying you say things you think you may never say again.”

Sam cleared his throat. Dean stumbled into the kitchen with an equally half awake angel behind him. They grunted their greetings to the other Winchesters and Cas flopped down beside Mary whilst Dean fixed them some coffee. They noticed Cas was wearing some of Dean’s things and his hair was particularly unruly like he’d actually slept.

“Rough night?” Sam asked. He figured one of them would answer him.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve slept. Dean’s bed is quite comfortable, though. It was easier to rest than I anticipated.” Cas was straightforward as usual.

Mary looked to Dean. He didn’t look remotely flustered. No posturing. “Did you get any sleep, Dean?”

“Better than I have in years.”

Sam fought a smirk. “So you slept…together?”

Dean glared at him over his cup. “You got a problem with that?”

Sam shrugged again. “You wanna be cuddle buddies with Cas that’s fine with me. Mom?” He shifted the focus to Mary.

She put her arm around Cas. “I think it’s wonderful that you have each other.” She hugged him to her side. “My boys. My Winchester boys.”

“You’re definitely a Winchester, Cas.” Sam reached across the table to pat his hand. “Whether Dean makes an honest man out of you or not, you’ll always be my brother.”

“Honest man? I am an honest man, Sam.” Cas looked confused.

“He means if we get hitched, married, tie the knot.”

“Oh. I’m afraid we couldn’t wear white as tradition - “

“Oh Jesus Christ, Cas!” Dean shouted. He immediately covered his eyes in embarrassment. Sam and Mary just burst into giggles and eventually Dean broke and joined them.

My family, Cas thought to himself. What did I get myself into?

Present // Kim Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon (BTS) x Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 6.5k+

Anon said:  Yay for smut! lol here’s a basic request: can I request a namjoon smut about you and him are dating and you lose your virginity to him on your anniversary night? Thanks! lol I believe in you!!! 😍😘❤️

Author’s Note: Well, I did it. I grew a pair and finally wrote smut. The request was cute so while it’s mostly smut, there is a bit of cute fluff as well. Have fun you crazy kids~

As you finally applied the last bit of mascara, you looked over yourself in the mirror. The black dress you wore hung off your body loosely but still accentuated your curves and the heels you wore made your legs look incredible. Your hair fell in loose curls around your neck. Honestly, you’ve never felt so stunning. You’ve never gotten this dressed up for a date. But tonight was a special occasion. It was your first anniversary with your lovely boyfriend, Namjoon.

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chasingtveit  asked:

premieres w tom??? ❤️

“no, this color is too bright,” you shouted from the dressing room. you sighed and ran your hands over your face. the premiere for chaos walking was just a couple of days away and you were still searching every rack in every store (from about three different malls). it’s not that you didn’t like anything, you were just so nervous that you couldn’t find anything that you felt fit the occasion. you begged tom not to go with you, knowing how long you’d take. he invited you as if it were no big deal, and you accepted it as such - except, on the inside, your whole world flipped upside down. this would be your first premiere with tom as his partner. you had been to a couple of premieres with tom as a friend, but this was next level shit. you didn’t feel like you were in the spotlight, but as more people asked about yours and tom’s relationship, you felt like you were under the lens a lot more. so, this time you cared about what you were seen in.

“tom’s gonna love you in anything,” you heard harrison say. harrison was a mutual friend and the poor sap who got dragged to the mall with you. he didn’t make a fuss about it, he’d been in the same situation before. “plus, you’ve picked out a few great choices. i say the next one you see, you get. pick your sizes and don’t think about putting it on. the first time you wear it will be the day of the premiere.” you nodded, to yourself mostly considering you were still in the dressing room. you changed quickly into your regular clothes and walked out. you glanced up and down the aisles, harrison following you. you passed a black and white schemed outfit and it was like the heavens above held a spotlight to it for you. “this one,” you whispered “i want this one.”

“love? are you ready?” tom fixed his tie. he didn’t register how nervous you were, because he knew you’d been fine at the other premieres, so he didn’t worry too much about how you felt. but when he walked into the bathroom where you were getting ready and saw your hands coming down to smooth out your clothes as you eyed yourself intently in the mirror - he knew something was off. “you alright, darling?” you looked at him through the mirror, your eyes wide but you nodded despite the eruption in your stomach. he walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “look at you,” he mumbled into your neck, placing soft kisses along the way as his lips lifted to your ear to whisper, “absolutely perfect.” he kissed the shell of your ear before turning you around to face him, gently lifting you by the waist and placing you on the counter. “how did i get so lucky?” he smiled at you after taking in a long look and then leaned in to kiss you, trapping you on top of the sink. you tried your best to ignore your nerves and enjoy the kiss but even tom could feel you were out of it.

“what’s wrong?” he leaned his forehead against yours, his arms circling your waist. you were about to protest, but you realized it wouldn’t do any good. “i’m scared - of the interviewers, the public eye, i guess.” you could feel the heat in your cheeks as you thought of how ridiculous you sounded. “you’ve been to, like, three of these,” there was confusion laced in his voice and prominent in his features, “what’s different about this one?” you fiddled with his tie. “we’re dating.” he laughed at loud, pulling away from you. “so? we had dealt with dating rumors before we were an item. it’s the same now, except they aren’t rumors. i get all of the benefits.” you shoved his shoulder playfully when he winked at you, laughing out loud yourself. “i guess… i just don’t want to mess this up for you, or steal your spotlight with questions about our relationship.” tom shook his head, bringing his lips back to yours. they barely touched, when tom started speaking, “i wouldn’t blame them if they became distracted by you,” a peck, “i find myself in the same dilemma in your presence.”