and maybe some groceries

anonymous asked:

Can I please have a heated Jimin shower smut

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

for real tho am I gonna say no to this…

the answer is no I’ll never say no to Jimin smut goodbye *flies away*

Also I hope it’s okay that by heated I made it angry sex GOODBYE AGAIN *DIVES INTO PIT OF LAVA*

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He was still mad about the party last night.

Jimin wouldn’t get over how you even met eyes with another guy at that party. You wondered if he enjoyed getting angry or something, because it sure seemed like it with the grudge he was holding this time.

You’d woken him up this morning, but all Jimin did was ignore you. He didn’t even eat the breakfast you’d made him, when he always did after an annoying hang over hit him.

Not wanting to bother his eating, you decided to go take a shower. Jimin had no schedule today, so it would be awkward around the house if you just hung around there. Maybe you could find something useful to do, like get some grocery shopping done? If you cooked his favorite dinner, he always forgave you. Jimin was born to eat.

After undressing, you threw your clothes into the laundry basket and climbed into the shower. You were still tired, so you stood there idly for a minute. 

That was when Jimin came in.

“Get out, I need to shower.” He was half asleep, and shirtless with a towel around his neck. You pushed aside the curtains, mostly in disbelief.

“Excuse me? I’m already in the shower. Wait your turn.”

“You take all the hot water, I’ll only be five minutes.”

“Wait your turn!” You snapped, closing the curtain again like it’d stop him. You could see through the curtains partially, and Jimin was already undressing the rest of himself.

He stepped inside the shower, totally ignoring you. The shower was big enough for both of you, and this definitely wasn’t the first time you’d showered together. Still, it upset you that he didn’t want to wait his own turn.

“Move, I need to get water. Jimin!” The higher pitch your voice was going, the more annoyed the both of you got.

“Just let me shower, I’ll get out after washing my hair.” You muttered, trying to push him aside. Jimin turned swiftly, pinning your back against the cool wall. His face was close to yours, and you could faintly smell the food you’d made on his breath. So he did eat it

“Jimin, come o-” He cut you off, running a cold hand down your body all the way to your ass. Lightly, Jimin squeezed it, making you push closer against his body.

“All those guys looking at you last night…” He muttered, voice rough and low. Lightly, Jimin dragged his hand up to your breast, throat, neck, until he was cupping your chin. You couldn’t meet his eyes for some reason, so he made you look at him forcefully.

Water was hitting him so nicely. Jimin had water streaming down his shoulders, and his hair was slicked back so his forehead showed prettily. His eyes were narrowed to slits, and he chewed on his bottom lip.

“Did you hear me?”

You nodded. “I heard you.”

“Should I show you whose you are? Do you not know?” He kept on with his low voice, almost making you shiver.

“I’m yours, Jimin-”

“I don’t believe you.” Jimin practically sang, moving his face closer to yours. Without either of you closing your eyes, Jimin sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, biting it hard enough to draw blood.

He finally let your lip free, eyes boring into yours. Jimin leaned close to you, with one hand holding onto the wall near your head. His hand slid down to the nape of your neck, lightly caressing his fingers along your collarbone.

“I think I have to show you.”

“Okay. Show me.” You agreed, beginning to anticipate what he was about to do with you. You raised your leg around him, pulling his lower region closer to yours.

“Stop being so anxious, I’m in charge here.” He purred against you, moving his lips to your neck. Jimin pressed his lips hard, not bothering to care if he left marks on you. His kisses were rough, and he took his sweet time on sucking in the same spot over and over. You were going to be left purple after this, obviously.

“Jimin, I-”

“Be quiet.” He ordered you, pushing your head back against the wall so that you were looking up at the ceiling. Half of Jimin’s body was pressing yours against the wall, so you were basically stuck there while he did what he wanted.

Your hand closed around Jimin’s member, and even though it was a cramped space, you still tried your best to jerk him off. You ran your thumb along his slit, before bringing the spilling pre-cum down his shaft and working him out.

His lips froze on yours for a second, before picking up twice as hungrily. You held tightly, and brought your hand up his member in a slight spinning motion. Jimin’s hand fell onto your breast, and he lightly fondled it. He picked his head up, giving you enough space to begin kissing his shoulder. You lightly nipped at it while bringing your hand up and down his shaft, and he let out what sounded like an irritated groan.

“You’re mine…”

“Mmm,” you replied, pulling his face down to yours. Jimin’s already swollen lips pressed unforgivably against yours, immediately making you open your mouth for his tongue.

He began to shiver a little, so you knew he was close. Jimin’s hand caught yours as it moved up and down his shaft. Your lips broke contact, and his eyes met yours.

“Suck me off.” He commanded, lightly pushing your shoulders down. Jimin was going to cum into your mouth, you both knew it.

You got to your knees, immediately licking his head and taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. Jimin sharply sucked in a breath, holding your hair with tight fingers. He thrust deeper into your mouth, almost making you choke.

You didn’t move slow, knowing that’s not what he wanted. Your head began to bob up and down his cock, and sometimes you stopped just to use your tongue on his slit or dick head.

Jimin came quickly after you began to suck him off, and you swallowed all of it, without leaving anything. Jimin pulled you back up to him, not hesitating to press his lips to yours again. His hands roamed freely this time, pulling your legs apart.

“You’re wet even without the water, (Y/N)ah…” Jimin murmured against your lips, rubbing your core with his middle finger. He teased a digit inside, before pulling out almost fully.

“N-no don’t…” You whined, placing your hand on his wrist so you could push his finger in farther.

“It’s not going in any farther.”

“Don’t tease me-” You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the wall. Jimin snorted, pulling his finger again.

“Like this? You want this, or don’t?”

“I don’t!” You held onto Jimin’s shoulders, biting your lip to keep from screaming at him.

“Oh, you do?” Jimin added another finger, wearing a grim smile that made you unhappy. You couldn’t help it, though. He felt really good. Jimin curled his fingers inside of you, wrapping his other hand around your waist so you wouldn’t move as much.

“Do you want me?” He wondered, biting the bottom of your lobe playfully. You simply breathed out an answer, letting him know you did. Jimin’s lips kissed from your cheekbone to neck.

“In the shower?”

“Mm, I don’t care-oh.” He’d hit a really good spot. Jimin kept pressing his fingers against the spot, achingly slow. You bucked your hips to get more pressure, but Jimin’s fingers weren’t getting any longer.

“In the shower, in the shower. I can’t wait.” You took his member in your hand again, pumping a few times so he’d grow harder.

Jimin took his fingers out of you. He didn’t bother to suck them clean, he was too eager for something else. He held himself, pressing against your middle. Jimin picked up your thigh to gain better entrance, before pushing himself inside of you.

“God…” You groaned, pressing your nails into Jimin’s shoulders. He leaned his face closer to yours, but neither of you beckoned for a kiss.

He began to move, and you were glad it was against the good spot. He wasn’t going to last long, having just finished only minutes before entering you. Jimin’s face already twisted with pleasure, his mouth agape with no sound escaping.

He moved without rhythm, which was fine. It was fast and hard, which is all that mattered. His hands held your waist, helping you push down as he thrust deeper inside of him.

“Fuck, you’re clawing really hard. No, I didn’t say stop.”

It was true, your fingernails were digging into him like there was no tomorrow. You didn’t stop, though. You definitely wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up properly if you weren’t holding onto Jimin.

“Jimin…” You moaned, and he followed along with a quiet groan of your name. He was close. You were just getting there, your core heating up more and more each thrust.

His thrusting was fast, and Jimin went so hard that every time he went back in you hit the wall, hard. The water was cold, but neither of you seemed to care anymore.

“Fuck, fuck!” You cried out, and he finished for the second time. You came not long after, while he was riding out his orgasm. 

“Now what are you going to do about a shower?” You mumbled when he pulled out. Jimin turned off the water, dragging open the curtains while looking back at you.

“Wait my turn. You go first.”

So Anthony Carrigan is the only cast announced on IMDB so far for Episode 3.11 and I’m just sitting here enjoying the highly unrealistic idea that we will get an episode of pure Zsasz.

“A Day with Zsasz”

Just him…. going about his day…. maybe doing some jobs… maybe just grocery shopping… maybe watching bad sitcoms with the Zsaszettes and cooking dinner…. 

ok ive done a good amount of writing and i think i have a decent idea of where to go from here so now im going to play video games and maybe get some groceries 

Well Now I know…Wander is likely to give all his money to people he wants to help,so Sylvia takes charge of his money,when Wander wants to buy something he just ask Sylvia for it(as in “the catastrophe”).Maybe sometimes Sylvia will let Wander get some groceries on his own(as in “the battle royale”)and he can keep the change…,And Wander just put all the coins in his shoes(as in “the nice guy”) instead of his hat,because he knows the thing he wants to buy won‘t always be the thing he really needs?

Come to think of it,all these details just make sense and can be linked together now XD


Harry was dead meat – and he knew it. So, maybe he got a little distracted with a baking show that was playing on the telly while he was folding up Y/D/N’s clothes – but who could blame him? Baking shows were awesome. 

You had given Harry the task of folding tiny little baby clothes, and Harry, being the wonderful husband that he was, agreed to do so enthusiastically. Of course, you had also given him the task of watching over your guys’ two year old for a bit, since you had to go out and pick up some groceries. 

“Maybe you should become a baker. I was a baker, y’know.” Harry hummed softly, turning to face Y/D/N. The only problem was that Y/D/N was nowhere to be seen. “Y/D/N?” He cursed to himself, quickly looking behind the couch for his little girl. “Oh my god. I lost the baby! This is our first child and I’ve already lost her?! She hasn’t even gone to school yet, I’ll never walk her down the aisle, I’ll-” 

“Harry?” You snickered as you stood in front of the door, taking your sneakers off and cooing as Y/D/N crawled up to you with a grin. “Who’re you talkin’ to?” 

“Me? Uh.. nobody. Jus’.. entertaining myself, y’know how it is.” 


gifs aren’t mine!

Tattoo // closed //

Steve always thought the name ‘Bucky’ tattooed on his wrist was a strange name. He never heard of anyone with that name, perhaps his soulmate was somewhere else in the world and not in New York. He looked down at as he was drawing a commission for client. He worked as an artist in his own small one bedroom apartment. It was nothing fancy, there was mold growing in the bathroom that he could never get rid of and that one leak that would drop when it rained. But other than that, it was home to him.

Steve sighed softly and set down his paintbrush, he needed to go fetch some more paint and maybe some groceries. He got up, tried to wipe off the paint that had gotten on his face, shaking his head when he couldn’t. Grabbing his wallet, grocery list, and apartment key as he left. Leaving the apartment complex Steve walked down the streets of Brooklyn towards the nearest store that carried artist supplies.


Things I’ve done this morning:

Cook breakfast, wash dishes, season 3 cast iron pans, take out trash and recycling, empty compost, spend an hour doing tumblr stuff and reblogging fundraisers, etc.  Now I need to get off the computer, clean my room, do some laundry, and either start writing or make some art today.  And maybe grocery shopping.

Meanwhile, the job search continues (though I’m currently in the interviewing process for a very promising lead).