jin: jin’s long fingers gently helped you into a sitting position as your ragged breaths filled the room. “good job baby,” jin praised as he pulled a pillow up to support your back, “so amazing.” jin placed a kiss on your forehead as he left for a few seconds to find you some clean clothes, returning moments later with one of his baggy t-shirts. jin slowly slipped the fabric over your head and softly kissed your lips before tucking you under the sheets.
yoongi: yoongi’s soft lips would be pressing anywhere and everywhere, “my pretty baby,” his comforting words slowly brought you farther and farther down from subspace. a soft whine left your lips and yoongi was quick to silence the sound with a kiss, “hush, baby,” another kiss on your lips, “rest now.” the room was silent aside from the sound of yoongi’s kisses and your breathing as it began to slow, your eyes beginning to close.
hoseok: hoseok’s gentle hands gently ran the warm cloth over your body as he began to clean you. “you did so good, babe,” hoseok slowly intertwined your fingers and placed a kiss on the back of your hand. you giggled at hoseok’s concentrated face as he cleaned you. “hey don’t laugh at me!” he said as a smile gradually began to take over his face, hoseok’s bright smile never failing to make you feel like you were on the clouds.
namjoon: namjoon’s voice would be husky from the recently finished round of sex, “how are you feeling baby?” he would ask, concerned as always. “i’m fine joonie,” you replied and kissed his forehead, watching as his face flushed a bright shade of red, “look who’s blushing now,” you teased. namjoon growled low in his throat, “don’t tease me kitten, you know exactly who owns you,” the words made your face turn just as red as you brought him in for a bruising kiss.
jimin: jimin would be worried as all hell that he had hurt you, “are you okay? anything hurt?” jimin’s hands messaged over the bruised skin of your ass from the most recent spanking. touching a particular sore spot, you let out a hiss. “i’m sorry! i’m sorry!” jimin became frantic as he was afraid he had went too hard and hurt you. you shook your head, “i’m okay jiminie,” you said, “just a little sore, but i liked it don’t worry.” you gave him a wink and he shook his head, kissing you.
taehyung: taehyung’s strong hands would hold you down to the bed as the tremors continued to travel through your body, “it’s alright baby,” he soothed, “just let it go,” kisses were pressed along your neck and shoulders as the tremors began to stop. your breathing slowed and taehyung spoke again, “was 7 too much?” he teased referring to the amount of times he had made you cum. “fuck you, kim taehyung,” you said and pulled him close to you.
jungkook: jungkook’s fingers ran through your hair as he held you on his lap. “you’re so amazing for me baby,” his fingers danced down your spine, settling at your hips. “you have no idea how good you are to me,” his soft words allowed all tension to seep out from your muscles, “my baby,” he said somewhat possessively, not that you minded. “kookie?” you asked. “yeah?” his eyes met yours. “kiss me,” you whispered and he gladly brought his lips down to yours.
In which Griffin Barry is a long-suffering DM on board the Starblaster. They’re playing Fantasy(??) D&D I guess?
I’m so glad I landed on my design for Magnus and that he is just a giant baby with muscles. And Merle is straight-up Santa. Not really bringing anything new to the party for my Taako but I’m finding that I like drawing him with shorter hair now.
Did I use the 180 degree rule correctly? Drawing people waist up around a table is super inside my comfort zone but this is my favorite thing I’ve drawn in a while :U
i’m joking of course. jungkook isn’t just the strongest in the pack but he’s also the youngest, and he doesn’t challenge the authority of his elders.
mostly because he’s just a really, really large puppy though.
he enjoys being youngest and getting into trouble and play fighting.
you can’t expect him to be a responsible adult and a wolf ok, he can’t do both at the same time that’s just not possible.
honestly this boy has too much energy he has to go running in the woods everyday just to get rid of some of it.
prefers doing so in his wolf form, even if that means he has to find clever ways to stash clothes around, so he doesn’t have to walk home naked.
in this case you two are already dating.
it’s been a few months now and you’re pretty happy but things are progressing kinda weirdly.
i mean he’s such a soft protective shy boyfriend, he really tries to take good care of you even though he’s clueless about dating kinda.
but like he’s always going camping with his friends, who you haven’t even met yet because he’s so weird about it, and you’re never invited to come with them and honestly you’re a little hurt.
and his mysterious hikes all alone that you’re not allowed to come along on either.
he gets really intense and kinda manic once or twice around the full moon, but you never put two and two together.
you had been friends for a long time before he finally asked you out and you always felt like there was a part of himself that he hid from you and you had hoped that maybe that would change.
and you can understand his apprehension but you still need him to talk to you about that fact. communication is key.
eventually you just have to confront him about all this secrecy.
and he doesn’t know what to say, he can’t just out his whole pack so he just kinda clams up and that’s the end of that conversation.
he goes to the others for help.
namjoon tells him that this may pose a great personal risk for all of them, but jungkook the most, and if he really believes this is the right choice then they will back him because the maknae deserves to get laid too.
or something like that.
so a few days later while you’re taking a quiet stroll in the woods, feeling kinda down about things lately, you cross paths with a wolf.
it’s unexpected to say the least and you just kinda freeze, panicked.
but he looks kinda……tame?
he just sits down on the path and looks at you with wide puppy eyes (just like jungkook sometimes does), not growling or anything, just tilting his head and wiggling his nose (like jungkook sometimes does)
and you take this opportunity to back away slowly, but the wolf follows you kinda hesitantly, whining a little.
until there’s a large enough tree on the side for him to sneak behind and change and you’re like ??? as the wolf goes behind the tree and
jungkook peaks out on the other side ?????
naked ? ?? ?? ?? ???? ?? ?? ? ? ?? ????? ???
and you probably faint tbh
but after that (and watching him change like ten times until you can deal with the reality of your situation) things make sense and you can continue your relationship without jungkook hiding who he is.
and you get to go on all the hikes, and walks in the woods, and camping even, and stroke his very very very soft fur, and scratch his soft ears.
Anonymous: hihi can i have a matt fic where they get drunk
and reader crashes at his place? thanks xx
Thanks for my first ever Daredevil request! <3
Drunk!Matt Murdock x Reader
Matt is a goofy idiot when he drinks too much.
Y/N and Matt stumbled out of Josie’s bar with the grace of a
newborn giraffe. Y/N wasn’t that drunk,
but Matt on the other hand was trashed.
His cheeks were pink and he was giggling like a kid as she fawned all
over him despite knowing of his nightly activities. The big bad Daredevil was drunk as a skunk at
two in the morning and giggling like a preteen playing spin the bottle; it was
|| summary: you’re cuddling with tom and things take an interesting turn…
|| author’s note: smut. smut. smut. smut. read at your own risk!
“Comfortable?” Tom teases, as you readjust yourself for the tenth in the past five minutes. Using your feet, you kick the blanket further down the couch, so it’s rested along your ankles. Then, you nod. Tom smiles and places his head back on your shoulder, returning his attention to the TV.
After a few moments, you move from being on your back to on your side. “Jesus.” Tom groans as he lifts his head, that you’ve just disturbed from it’s position. “Can you sit still for five minutes?” Glancing over your shoulder, you find him annoyingly looking down at you. “I probably could, if I was more relaxed.” You admit. He raises his eyebrows, and props himself onto one elbow. “And how may I assist you in becoming more comfortable, madam?” You bite your lip, trying to hold back your grin. “A back massage would be great.” Tom rolls his eyes, and mositions his hand, signalling for you to turn over.
You eagerly comply, turning onto your chest, exposing your back to him. Tom begins by gently rubbing your back through your shirt, causing your muscles to relax. After a few moments, he grabs the hem over your shirt and tugs it. You hold yourself up, allowing him to slip it over your head, before laying back down. “Take your bra off.” He says, while unclasping it for you. Without hesitation, you sit up and slip the straps off your shoulder, causing the bra to fall to the floor. Tom pulls you back into your laying position, and you cross your arms under your head to support it.
With deft fingers, Tom begins massaging circles into your back. You close your eyes, and hum low in your throat. Using one hand, he massages the back of your neck, his fingers teasing the roots of your hair. The other hand’s palm is placed along your lower back, putting pressure along the sides of your spine. You groan at the two sensations, loving every caress. “You like that, sunshine?” Tom asks, and you sense his smile grow as you continue to moan. “Oh my god, yes.” You rasp, while nodding your head to annunciate just how good it feels.
Taking both hands, he places them on your shoulder blades and uses his thumbs to pressure remove any knotts, while his other fingers mirror each other - making circular motions. Your mouth pops open, as you moan loudly. His hands continue this process all the way down your back, as you practically drool all over yourself.
When Tom’s hands reach the waist band of your panties, instead of going back up, he continues down - massaging over your ass cheeks. “Oh fuck,” you groan at the rare sensation. You love booty rubs, but you’ve yet to tell Tom that. His hands squeeze, and spread you cheeks, while his fingers continue to massage into them. He then uses his knuckles to rub up and down the sides of your cheeks, working their way in. You moan again, before feeling the absence of Tom’s deft touch on your ass.
Suddenly, Tom flips you over so your lying on your back. “Time to which sides.” Tom smirks, cupping your face and kissing you quickly. Before you can say anything, Tom’s hands are sliding down to your chest, teasing your lips as they go. His hands cup your breasts, allowing them to fill his palms. “You fit my hand perfectly.” Tom admits idly, while his fingers begin to tease your nipples. You arch your back in response and whisper, “fuck.” He rolls your nipples between his fingers and watches as you begin squirming underneath him. Your eyes close, as your thighs squeeze together in desperation of friction. “Oh, baby. I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.” Tom groans, as he leans down to nip and suck your neck. “Tom,” you rasp as your hands reach up to tangle in his hair.
One of Tom’s hands wraps around your back, holding you flush against him, as the other slips into your panties. His fingers, spread open your folds to find you’re already soaking. Without hesitation, he slides two fingers inside you while his thumb begins circling you’re clit. You squeeze your lips together, holding in your moans. “Ah-ah,” Tom tisks, leaning down and biting your lower lip, tugging it down, “I wanna hear you.” You moan loudly, as his fingers quicken their pace, pumping faster inside you, as his thumb adds more pressure to your clit. Tom nods down at you in encouragement, “That’s it, baby. Mhm.”
Your muscles begin tightening as your hips grind against his hand. Your breathing quickens and your hands reach down to grasp his biceps, squeezing tightly. “Jesus,” you seethe as your orgasm blows through you. Your thighs tighten around his hand, while your toes curl, and your back arches pushing you further against Tom. “That’s it, pretty girl. You’re so fucking pretty.” Tom brushes hair away from your face, as you pant, trying to catch your breath. Leaning down, his tongue slips into your open mouth, coaxing a kiss out of you.
Tom breaks away from the kiss first, for air, as your breathing calms. Pulling his hand out of your panties, Tom slips his fingers into his mouth and begins sucking them clean. You watch, in awe, feeling your insides twitch slightly in response. “Well,” Tom says after pulling his fingers out his mouth, “that escalated quickly.” You laugh aloud, as you reach down to pick up your shirt, not bothering to grab your bra. “You’re telling me.” You giggle, pulling your shirt over your head. Leaning over, you kiss Tom sweetly. “Thank you.” Tom smiles and shifts into a laying a position, tossing and turning a few times, waiting for you to join him.
“Comfortable?” You tease, smirking. “Actually… a back massage would be great.” You bite your lip and smile, “turn over.”
He just watches her, it’s kind of creepy, but he can’t help it. The morning rays are streaming in through the curtains and making her hair almost look red in the light. Her eyes flutter as she dreams, and a slight smile makes its way across her face as he strokes her arm with his fingertips.
“Stop staring, it’s creepy.” She giggles.
“I’m not staring, I’m admiring.” He smirks at her.
“Still creepy.” She snuggles into him, yet to open her eyes.
“Can’t help it.” He pulls her closer. “You’re just to pretty, Mrs. Mendes.” He smiles at her. Her eyes open and a huge smile breaks over her face. “That made you happy.” He chuckles.
“Of course, have I told you that I like my new name?”
“I don’t think so.” He squints at her, playful smile on his lips.
“Well I love it, it’s just so perfect.”
“Yeah I think so too.” He whispers before kissing her. She giggles and kisses him back. He rolls over so he’s on top of her, making her laugh harder.
“Jesus, you’re so heavy.” She tries to push him away.
“All muscle baby.” He grins, making her blush.
“Get off, Shawn.” She weakly pushes him. He laughs and continues kissing her.
“Can we go out today?” She asks, running her fingers through his curls.
“Mhhmm, I was thinking we could just stay in bed.” He mumbles, lips on her neck.
“But that’s what we did yesterday. And the day before that.” She whines.
“But it’s just so much fun.”
“Shawn, we flew all the way to Hawaii and you just want to spend the whole trip in bed.” She sighs pushing him away.
“It’s our honeymoon, that’s what were supposed to do.” He shakes his head at her.
“I want to at least go see the beach.” She says raising her eyebrows at him.
“That’s all?” He asks.
“Yes, I’m not big for snorkeling and zip lining, but a beach day with you sounds fun.” She says letting her fingertip trace his facial features.
“I think I can handle that.” He says, stealing another kiss. “I need to go to the store anyway.” He says getting up.
She sits up and watches as he starts rummaging through his suitcase for clothes.
“Why?” She asks rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“I need something.” He mumbles pulling shorts on.
“What?” She asks stretching.
“Condoms.” He says grabbing a tank top.
“Oh.” She giggles, blushing.
“Yeah, wanna come?” He asks teasingly.
“I can if you want me too.” She shrugs.
“Nah, I think I can get those.” He smiles, watching as she gets out of bed.
“Why don’t you go get those,” She pats his chest, “while I get ready for the beach.” She states looking for her purse.
“Okay.” He nods. “Kiss me goodbye?” He asks as she starts to walk towards her purse.
“Oops sorry.” She grins, walking back to him, connecting their lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” She smiles back.
“I’ll be back, don’t leave without me.” He says rushing out the door.
While he’s away she takes her time to get ready. Meaning putting her hair in a ponytail, tying her black bikini, rubbing sunscreen on except for her back. When she walks out of the bathroom, Shawn is just walking in the door.
“Christ babe, do you have to look good in everything?” He asks dropping the plastic bag on the chair and walking towards her.
“Thanks? I think.”
“Come here and kiss your husband hello.” He grins.
She doesn’t hesitate to lean up into him, brushing her lips with his, barely kissing him. She pulls away and he opens his eyes confused.
“Hey.” He says trying to catch her as she walks away.
“Go change Mendes, meet me on the beach.” She says grabbing her small bag she packed and walking out the double doors, out onto the beach.
When he finds her on the beach she’s got their towels laid out, standing next to hers staring out into the ocean. He walks up behind her, smiling as he goes.
“Hey there gorgeous, you single?”
“My husband should be here soon, so we better make it quick.” She plays along.
“What a lucky guy, what’s he like.”
“He’s this kid from vine, he sings that one song about stitches.” She grins.
“Wow, sounds super cool.”
“And hot.” She shrugs.
“You shrug like that’s a bad thing.”
“I mean, he’s no Channing Tatum.” She giggles.
“Hey.” He feigns offense, wrapping his arms around her middle resting his chin on her shoulder. “That’s mean.” He pouts.
“I’m kidding.” She laughs leaning back into him.
“Good.” He huffs.
“Awe are we going to pout now?” She asks, tapping his cheek with her hand.
“No.” He sighs.
“Sounds like it.”
“You’re mean.” He pulls her even closer.
“You didn’t give your wife a hello kiss.” She shrugs, like that explains her teasing.
“Then come here.” He says turning her around, attacking her lips with his. He takes in a deep breath, inhaling her scent.
“You look good without a shirt on.” She sighs pulling away.
“You do too.” He grins, kissing her neck.
“Stop, no I want to enjoy the beach.” She pushes him away.
“We can enjoy the beach and let me love on you.” He says putting his hands on his hips.
“Wanna lotion my back?” She asks changing the subject, handing him the sun screen.
“Sure babe.” He says, starting to rub the lotion onto his hands. She jumps when he touches her back.
“It’s cold.” She whines.
He chuckles but continues rubbing her back, leaving kisses on her neck.
“Shawn.” She says catching his attention.
“I race you to the water.” She grins looking at him.
“You’ll lose babe.” He warns her.
“Sure about that?” She asks, starting to ready herself.
“Don’t do this, you’re gonna get mad when I win.” He shakes his head.
“Are you coming up for excuses?” She challenges.
“Sure about this?” He asks.
“Yep.” She nods, before taking off towards the water.
“Hey! You cheated.” He calls, running after her.
She runs as fast as she can, knowing that even with a a few second head start he’ll catch up in no time. It’s no secret Shawn works out, he’s very much in shape, but she’s not as in shape as he is. Once her feet hit wet sand, not longer slipping in the dry sand, she smiles thinking shes won. That’s until a strong pair of arms wrap around her hips, picking her up.
“Shawn!” She screams as he continues to keep running. He’s laughing in her ear, making her feel like her life is in slow motion.
“Cheater.” He states throwing her into the water. She screams as she hits the ocean, swimming back up to the surface.
“Shawn.” She takes a huge breath, once she surfaces. She’s treading, trying to stay above the surface. He comes up from behind her.
“Babe?” He asks, noticing her worried face.
“I can’t touch.” She simply states before he grabs her, holding her up.
“There.” He grins. “Now I have to love on you.” He states.
“You did that on purpose.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“That’s what you get for making me leave the room.”
The wind slaps against her ears, making her wet hair fly around her. She sits in the passenger seat of the rental jeep, fiddling with her new ring as they drive to dinner. He hums along to the music, looking over at her every now and then.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He says reaching for her hand across her lap.
“Hmm, just thinking about how perfect this is. How I want it to always be like this.”
“It will be babe.”
“It won’t, but that’s okay.” She smiles.
“It won’t?” He asks confused.
“I mean, it won’t just be you and me in our own world. It’s gonna be crazy when we get home, I just want to enjoy right now.”
“Hey.” He says squeezing her hand. “We’re still gonna be in our own world when we get home. It’s still gonna be you and me.” He says looking over at her.
“Yeah, but we’re not gonna be able to just spend the day in bed or at the beach.” She says, lightheartedly.
“Well no.” He says dropping his head.
“But that’s okay.” She quickly states turning to him a bit.
“Is it?” He asks.
“Yes, that’s okay. Honestly I think I would go a little crazy is we didn’t have anything going on.”
“Me too, it’s a little weird kissing you for more than five seconds and not being interrupted.” He smirks.
“That I don’t miss.” She laughs.
“I love you.” He says putting the car in park, in front of the restaurant.
“I love you.” She says staring at him.
“You look amazing.” He sighs, eyes raking over her. “I love that dress.” He says getting out, rushing to help her out.
“Glad you like it, it’s new.”
“Wear it more often.” He says closing her door, taking her hand in his.
“And be seen in the same dress more than once, how dare you.” She teases.
“Hush.” He huffs kissing her cheek. She giggles. He opens the door for her, and she walks through whispering a thank you.
“Hi, welcome.” The hostess states, fake smile on her face.
“Hi, Mendes, table for two.” Shawn says resting a hand on the small of Y/n’s back.
“Right this way.” She says walking off the show them to their table.
He pulls her chair out and then sits himself.
“You’re waiter will be right with you.” She says coldly, before walking away.
“Wow, warm welcome.” Shawn sneers making Y/n snort in laughter. “God I love when you do that.” He laughs looking up at her.
“What are you going to get?” She asks, looking over her menu.
They get into a conversation about their dinners, only to be kindly interrupted by their waiter. A young man, golden blonde hair, blue eyes, surfers body. He walks up, ignoring Shawn, staring directly at Y/n.
“Welcome.” He smiles. He goes down the list of specials, staring intently at Y/n, making her uncomfortable. Shawn isn’t liking this guy, jealousy running through his veins as he watches this man stare at his wife. “What can I get you Ms. ?” He asks.
“Mrs.” Shawn interrupts, glaring at ‘Brady’, his name tag now shown to Shawn.
“Right.” Brady mumbles, turning his attention back to Y/n. She orders her dinner, and Brady doesn’t make eye contact with Shawn as Shawn orders.
“I’ll be back.” Brady says, winking at Y/n. Shawn’s blood boils.
“Ok, that guy was super creepy.” She says leaning towards her husband.
“I don’t like him.” Shawn hisses.
“Hey.” She grabs his hand from across the table. They just stare at each other and Shawn calms his breathing.
“Sorry, but how dare he. I’m right fucking here.”
“Stop.” She shakes her head at him, letting him know she doesn’t like his attitude. He takes in a deep breath.
They get into conversation about his new album and tour. Their laughing and joking, teasing and flirting. Their food arrives, delivered by a different waiter, making Shawn relax a little.
They finish dinner and dessert, Shawn’s paying the check at Brady makes his way over. He slips something in front of Y/n, winking before walking away. She looks down at the folded piece of paper in horror looking back up to Shawn.
“What the fuck is that?” He asks, anger coming back.
“I don’t know.” She says not touching it.
“Shawn, I don’t want to ruin this night. I’ll just leave it here.” She says pleading with him.
“You aren’t gonna ruin the night.”
“Yes I will, it’s gonna make you angry and I don’t like grumpy Shawn.”
“What if I read it.”
“Shawn, no. Just forget it. Can we leave?”
“Yeah of course.” He says reaching over grabbing the note before she could comprehend what he was doing.
“Shawn!” She hissed at him.
Call me sometime Beautiful
With his number scribbled underneath. Shawn’s eyes bleed black and he starts breathing heavy.
“That’s why I didn’t want you to read it.”
“I’m not mad at you.”
“So what? You’re still mad.” She stands up. She stares at him for a second and then walks away from him.
Brady comes walking by with a smirk and Shawn can’t help it. He stands up, cutting Brady off.
“Hey thanks for dinner.” Shawn smiles, shaking Brady’s hand. Then he pulls Brady in, leaning into his ear, “Check for a ring next time, flirt with my wife again and we’ll have big issues.” He growls. Brady looks away gulping, as Shawn lets go, leaving the note in Brady’s hand. “Have a good night.” Shawn smiles walking out.
“Why are you smiling?”
“I get to take you to bed, why wouldn’t I be smiling?” He grins opening her door.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing, just shook his hand. Maybe told him fuck off.”
“What about the note?”
“It’s in his hand.”
“Break any bones?” She asks.
“Maybe.” He shrugs, earning a playful slap to his arm. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I don’t like when other guys look at you like that. You’re mine, like legally now, and it’s not okay.” He says looking over at her.
“I know, I overreacted a little bit. It’s kind of sexy when you get jealous.”
“Yeah?” He asks smirking.
“Yeah, such a turn on.” She teases.
“Yeah.” He leans over the console.
“Mhm.” She hums. He kisses her and she takes his bottom lip between her teeth.
“Can I take you back to the room now?” He asks pulling away.
I had to wait for 20 minutes for someone to get off “MY TREADMILL!” Hahaha I biked till the tread was available and then cranked out two miles on my sore legs!
And in other news…. Holly is pregnant! We have known since last Thursday and confirmed it Wednesday with a doctor! 😊 👶 ❤️👍🎉🍾🍔
I essentially have 8 months till my workout life gets rocked in an awesome way! 👶 👶 👶 👶
Anonymous asked: Hi, I was wondering if you could do a fic in which the reader is like an understudy/swing and has just joined Hamilton. The reader like alternates for Maria Reynolds making like Daveed jealous? Something along the lines of that. I just read your Lin one and loved it so any chance you get to do this one. Thanks x
A/N: So this fic has already been done, so I changed it to reader understudying Angelica. Sorry anon!
The iconic pink dress hung from a hanger on the rack of your dressing room, sticking out from the other bland clothing like a sore thumb. You were standing on a platform in the middle of the room while waiting for the tailor to come back. You impatiently tapped your foot. It had been almost a full 15 minutes at this point.
A text alert showed up on your phone almost instantaneously.
From: Ben [Costumer] Hey I’m so sorry, an emergency came up at the warehouse and I needed to attend to it ASAP. We can reschedule or you can show up earlier for your next rehearsal.