bathroom moment

anonymous asked:

top 5 harry moments

  • WALKING TO THE FOREST TO DIE everything from Harry waking up in Dumbledore’s office to Voldemort killing him is just exquisite — Harry’s realisation that Dumbledore had been grooming him for death and Harry being hyperaware of his own body, “brain and nerve and bounding heart” is all so gorgeous and sad and wonderful, and he’s so brave. HE’S SO BRAVE. I’M SO FUCKING SAD IT’S BEEN 7 YEARS
  • destroying Dumbledore’s office I love this scene because after 4 books of Harry keeping shit to himself and sitting on his feelings you get lots of minor, small explosions post-Cedric dying and then THIS, it’s a NUCLEAR BOMB OF ANGER and it’s so satisfying to read but also the most painful thing in the world, ever
  • politely asking the sphinx to move, please this cracks me up every time. if someone was like show me ONE THING that DEFINES Harry James Potter AS A HUMAN AND A CHARACTER I would show them this scene. life-threatening wizard competition. dangerous magical creature. “can you move, please?” my son
  • torturing Amycus after he spit on McGonagall this means A Lot to me because Harry just straight up crucios that fucker without any hesitation or warm-up and puts so much feeling behind it. anything where Harry is morally grey is my favourite because he’s The Saviour and the Master of Death and it’s like yeah, and he just crucio’d a dude so hard he flew across the room and passed out
  • “you don’t have to call me ‘sir’, professor" any scene where Harry backchats Snape is fantastic but I distinctly remember reading this scene and being like OOOHHHH OOOOOHHHH SICK BUUURRNNNN OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH
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I am screaming. I didn’t know if I could pull off Kobayashi but here I am

anonymous asked:

headcanon where harrison and jacob love to cockblock tom and his s/o lol

LMAO THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS 

  • lol ok so tom usually loves jacob and harrison with his whole heart 
  • key word: usually
  • the exception is when they like to interfere with your intimate moments with tom
  • it all started out one evening when everyone was gathered at your flat for a movie night
    • everyone meaning: jacob, harrison, and of course tom
  • tom had made his way over to sit by you on the couch, eager to snuggle with you
  • harrison had other plans
  • he saw where tom was headed and immediately shot up from his spot on the opposite couch
  • he hurried to sit directly next you as tom approached the couch 
  • “harrison, what the hell are you doing, mate?”
  • “just getting comfortable” he’d say this with a grin and pat the spot next to him that was still open
    • “i’m a better cuddler anyways, you know this, tom” 
  • “harrison, mooooooove” 
    • *cue tom’s whiny voice*
  • “why don’t you go sit next to jacob? he looks lonely. i’ll keep y/n company”
  • you’d just be watching the exchange, trying not to laugh at the frustrated look on tom’s face  
  • “you idiot, i’m supposed to keep her company” 
  • harrison would just shrug and sink further into the couch, resting an arm behind your head 
  • tom would huff and puff as he made his way to the couch with jacob
  • “TOM!!” 
    • jacob outstretches his arms to welcome tom 
  • “you’re not y/n, jacob, be quiet” 

  • oh gosh and then there was the time you had visited tom on set
  • you met him in his trailer in between scenes when he had a little down time to himself
  • he ushered you in quickly and his lips were already on yours from the moment you stepped into the trailer and after he locked the door 
  • the two of you would be in the middle of a very heated kiss, tom’s hands resting underneath your shirt, impatient to take it off
  • as if on cue, harrison came barging through the door
    • the damn assistant had a key 
  • “hello, my favorite people!” 
  • “harrison, we’re kind of in the middle of something.”
  • “right, sorry, mate” 
  • he’d throw a hand over his eyes dramatically and try and navigate himself to the couch in the middle of the trailer 
  • “hARRISON” 
  • “you may carry on” 
  • you were fighting a giggle while tom was fuming 
  • “HARRISON” 
  • “yes, thomas?”
  • “go find jacob or something and do something” 
  • “excellent idea, tom” 
  • he’d pull out his phone and dial jacob’s number 
    • “hey, jacob! tom invited us to the trailer to hang with him and y/n!!” 
    • tom is literally hitting his head against the trailer wall 
  • let’s not forget when you were accompanying the boys on a press tour 
  • you had rested your head on his shoulder while flying on the private jet with the rest of the sm:h cast and harrison and a few other various crew members 
  • his hand was mindlessly stroking your hair as you drifted in and out of sleep 
  • someone please tell me how this boy got turned on during this flight
  • he woke you up once he was sure everyone else was asleep or completely distracted
  • “darling, wake up”
  • “what, tom????”
  • “can we join the mile high club”
  • you would perk up instantly, amused by his proposal 
  • you’d just nod rapidly in response and the two of you would get up and head for the bathroom near the back of the plane 
  • you thought ya’ll went unnoticed 
  • you two got into the small space and tom hoisted you onto the counter, his body resting between your legs that were spread across the surface
  • your hands would be in his hair as he started to run his fingers over your clothed core 
  • just as you were getting irritated with his teasing, you demanded for him to take off his pants and get a move on with things
  • he took off his pants hurriedly at the moment an impatient knock rattled the door
  • “tommmmmm, i have to pee.” 
  • “hARRISoN, NOT NOW” 
  • “but i really have to pee”
  • “hold it, you ass” 
  • “can you resume fucking y/n after i pee?”
    • if you’ve never seen tom angry with his best friend, now you have
    • harrison was all giggles as you two exited the bathroom a few moments later
    • jacob high fiving harrison in the process 
  • oHMY GOSH THE TIME YA’LL WERE OUT TO DINNER AT A PRETTY FANCY RESTAURANT 
  • to say tom had been aroused by your look that night was an understatement
  • since the two of you left the flat, his hands were on you almost every second
  • especially when you two sat down
  • your dress was short enough for tom to have his hand rest dangerously close to your underwear 
  • when he thought no one was paying attention, he slipped a hand up your dress making you shift in your seat
  • jacob noticed the small gesture but stayed quiet, nudging harrison and shifting his eyes to the two of you, tom’s eyes still lowered 
  • harrison noticed your facial expressions and the lack of one of tom’s hands from its previous position on the restaurant table 
  • jacob “dropped” his fork 
  • “hey, harrison, can you please pick up my fork?”
  • since tom was still listening, he removed his hand from your underwear just as harrison shimmied under the table, a fake cough leaving his mouth 
  • jacob watched the two of you, your eyes anywhere but the boys 
  • “look, mate, if you wanted to get it on, i hear the bathrooms here are exceptional” 
  • “hARriSON” 
    • your cheeks have never been redder
    • tom really can’t catch a break 

do you ever just go about your day and suddenly get hit by a wave of anger - like I’m chilling, cleaning the bathroom and the next moment I am close to freaking tears of anger because LEXA DIDN’T DESERVE THIS. and I don’t mean didn’t deserve this just because I loved her. or just because she was part of my ship. or because she was a lesbian. or because she had just gotten a tiny moment of happiness for the first time in possibly YEARS. she also didn’t deserve it because of who she was. she was important. she gave her whole life for her people, she was a leader, people were looking up to her. she didn’t run away from the traditions she despised and she didn’t feel hate for the people who raised her to be a warrior, who made her grow up with the children she was destined to kill. instead she chose to be the change she wanted for her people. she was a visionary. she wanted to bring her people peace. she already caused so much change for the better for the grounders and she had so much more to do but she couldn’t. she didn’t deserve to die before getting a chance to see her vision of a peaceful future for the clans play out in front of her. she didn’t deserve to die by accident in her own bedroom. she didn’t deserve to die by the hands of her mentor. she didn’t deserve to die in such a meaningless way and without having the chance to fight for her life. and it has been a year and I am just angry and also so sad. 

Okay, but Hugh Culber doing scans on Paul Stamets in the middle of the night after the DNA incident to make sure he’s okay. Paul’s asleep through each scan. The good scans plus the peaceful sleeping give Hugh enough peace of mind to go to sleep himself.

One time Fry races into his and Bender’s apartment, sneakers skidding on the floor as he runs into the bathroom, and hastily opens the door only to almost pee himself (he’s already painfully held it in for hours now) as Bender shrieks and slams the door so harshly it falls off of it’s hinges at the top.

Neither of them make a sound for a moment, and after checking that he didn’t actually pee his pants, Fry tentatively opens the door. And there is Bender, trying to struggle out of one of his spare red jackets , wearing a similar face to the one he wears when the police are about to get him. Fry knows that face to usually mean he needs to run, but he doesn’t think he needs to run right now.

Bender looks up at Fry from between the buttons (which are askew) with wide optics and his arms tangled in the red sleeves over his head. They both pause, and Fry thinks that if Bender needed to breath he would have stopped then, either out of shock or want to die of embarrassment. Fry isn’t really sure what he should be feeling in this moment, but finds himself some place in-between really really happy to find Bender in his jacket for whatever reason and really really blushy. Also he really really has to pee.

He settles for praying that his face isn’t as red as his hair and slowly walking over to the still still - Ha, still still - robot, vaguely wondering if Bender could malfunction and if he’d have to carry him somewhere to get fixed. Fry honestly couldn’t carry Bender, he’d have to call Leela, she’s probably the only one that was strong enough, her biceps are huge. Fry wishes his biceps were that huge, then he could give Bender piggy back rides and hold him in his arms. Fry shakes his head, that was beside the point, whatever the point was.

Fry coughs awkwardly, looking at the dirty shower curtain behind them - Oh, there’s the pepperoni he thought fall in the drain when he was eating pizza in the shower, he’ll have to eat that later - as he gently pulls Bender’s arms down and idly rebuttons the shirt for him. His hands end up resting on Bender’s chest, fingers pitter-pattering in a nervous and stuttered rhythm. Fry hums, this feels nice.

Fry looks up to the mirror to find Bender looking intensely at him and jumps a little, pulls his hands back to rest by his sides. Fry doesn’t really know what’s he’s doing, but he never knows what he’s doing or supposed to be doing, so he doesn’t really care anyway.

Fry bounces on the balls of his feet and watches the lines of Bender’s mouth guard move listlessly, no sound coming out, and suddenly feels an urgent need to reassure Bender that they were cool.

Fry coughs again and steps back, one hand tangling in his bright hair and the other shoved deep into his pocket, fingers playing with the lint there. He looks away from Bender,

“You can, uh,” Fry scratches his head and tries again, says too loudly and too rushed, “Feel free to keep the jacket, Bender! I have, like, twenty hundred of them, so…”

Fry trails off, thinking that was probably a good point to end the conversation. He nods to himself in congratulations, happy he didn’t say anything weird or stupid, and reaches behind himself around to open the door behind him. He fumbles a bit with the doorknob, its a little lower then he’s used to with the door being off a hinge as it was, and looks over his shoulder to see Bender still has his optics locked on his. The robot still hasn’t made a sound.

“Um…” Fry’s breath catches a bit and he gives Bender a once over without thinking, eyes lingering over the way his jacket stretches over Bender’s round shoulders. They kind of makes Fry think of a trashcan, but an attractive one. Not that Bender’s a trashcan, or that Fry’s attracted to trashcans, because he’s not, Bender just- looks really good all the time. If he was a trashcan Fry’s sure he would be an attractive one, Bender could probably be an attractive anything if he tried. Again, not that Fry’s attracted to trashcans. Fry shakes his head and starts over,

“You look really good in it, too! The red really brings out your, uh, metal or something.”

Fry falters and turns back around quickly, hand rattling the doorknob, “Anyway, I’m just gonna-” he bolts before Bender can respond.

Fry groans as he runs, why did he have to go and say something weird? He was doing so good! Now he has to find somewhere else to pee before his bladder erupts.

Fry runs past the kitchen before skidding to a stop, turning around, and looks from the kitchen sink, to the direction of the bathroom, and back again… Are there laws in the future against peeing in the kitchen sink?

anonymous asked:

Top 5 hinata bathroom moments/meetings? Sound weird ik:(

It doesn’t sound weird at all! I love Hinata bathroom adventures!

Originally posted by sarapyon

1. When he met Kageyama. I mean, you never forget the first, right? It a meeting that was…meant to be ;)

Originally posted by irhina-v

2. The ultimate bathroom showdown: Oikawa+Iwaizumi+Ushijima+Aone. Simply, the most iconic. 

Originally posted by volleygifs

Originally posted by sarapyon

Originally posted by myakihito

3. When he met Lev (and almost died for the umpteenth time trying to challenge someone taller than him)

Originally posted by vikuuri

4. When he ran into Kageyama and his petty ex-boyfriend Kindaichi

Originally posted by senpaiaizen

5. When the Ohgiminami captain mistaken him for a child (and got his ass kicked right after on the court)

- bonus: benjo benjo benjo~

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Days of the week: Wednesday (smut)

Words: 2252 of pure smut. Kinda fluff in the final

Warning: Smut

Reader x Hoseok

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin

Masterlist here


Originally posted by vexedmikxyla

“I would love to stay” you said.

You weren’t expecting that you would be tired enough not to go home. You didn’t know you would be tired enough for them not to let you go home. You also didn’t know you would have the nicest morning of your entire life.


  “Jagi? Wake up” a sweet voice called you. You murmured a “No” and turned around to let the couch’s pillow swallow your face. Not that they hadn’t invited you to sleep on their beds, but you denied. You wouldn’t sleep if you had gone, and not that it would be actually a problem, but you were really tired. You needed to sleep a little. Your half-awake mind told you to wake up. It’s probably morning and you should have breakfast. Maybe they invite you, you thought.

“Come on, Jagi. It’s time for breakfeasteu” the voice said and you immediately recognized. Hobi. His accent, ah…

“Hum… I think I should go home” you murmured. You looked at him and he smiled at you, and you immediately covered yourself. Oh ma fucking God I just woke up I must be horrible.

 “Why are you hiding?” he asked and tried to uncover you.

“Oh my God, don’t look at me” you said.

“Why not?”

 “I just woke up, you can’t see my face like this” you said. He laughed and uncovered you.

“Stop it. You’re beautiful. Come on, have a… breakfasteu with us” he said, “If you need a minute, the bathroom is over there”

 You stood up quickly, trying to hide your face, and before you could run to the bathroom, he pulled your arm, making you face him.

 “If you are so insecure about yourself, maybe I’ll have to take Namjoon’s turn and show you how beautiful you are” he said and your heart stopped. Oh, my… He was going to…? Take Namjoon’s turn?

“Huh… I… Maybe…” you tried to say something in answer but no words came out. Your cheeks were getting even pinker and your legs weaker.

“It’s ok. I need to wake up my hyungs” he said and let you go.

 You ran to the bathroom and locked the door. You looked yourself on the mirror. Oh my God. What am I doing? I am getting fucked by… 7 guys. I am at their home, being feed, being used. Is this right? I should probably stop…  What if they think I am a slut? And what is gonna happen when all this is over? Shit. All this can’t be happening. This is so… urgh! Ok. Take it easy. You can do it, Y/N, you thought. You washed your face – at least you wouldn’t look like a zombie – and walked out of the bathroom. The moment you got out of there you crashed onto Jimin, who did hold you.

“Hey.  Good morning” he said, giving you his eye-smile, “I’m sorry”

“No, my fault. Morning, Oppa” you said and his smile got bigger when you called him Oppa.

“Are you having breakfast with us?” he asked, his voice sound kinda hopeful.

“Yeah, Hobi invited me, I hope its fine”

“Yeah. Come on. Let’s go”


 The breakfast was going absolutely great. The boys talked about their tour, they played with each other, occasionally playing with you, trying to bring you into the conversation, but all you could do was watch them. Cheesus, they were completely beautiful. They were really a family; all that they showed up in their Bangtan Bombs was real. No one was talking about that thing till Hoseok brought this up.

  “Huh, Namjoon hyung” he called. Namjoon looked at him. “I know today is your day, but, huh… I was wondering if we could switch our days. Like, I could take Y/N today instead of you” he asked. You thought that would bring a discussion or something, but Namjoon just said an “ok” and nodded. Oh…

Why was Hobi so anxious? Would he really “show you how beautiful you were”?

Now you were getting anxious. It was 9 a.m. and you were thinking about sex, God. No, Y/N, have your breakfast in peace. You didn’t notice you were red and tightening your thighs till Hoseok, who was beside you, squeezed it.

“You are all red. Is you ok?” he asked.

“It’s ‘are you’, Hope” Namjoon corrected. Ah, these boys

 “I am fine” you lied. You weren’t fine. You wanted him. One of them. Now.

“I think she is not telling us the truth” Yoongi said. You gave him a devious look, telling him not to say anything. “Ah, I know this look. I know very well…” he said and you blushed even more.

“Huh. I am fine.” You said, now your voice was trembling because everybody on that table was scanning you.

“Maybe you should take her to your room and ask her again, hyung.” Taehyung said.

“I think so” Hobi said and stood up. “Milady?” he said and offered you his hand. Of course you wanted to go with him, but that was so embarrassing! Everybody was looking at you, Jesus. Everybody knew you were going to fuck. Everybody knew you had fucked the night before… And the night before the night before. Shit.

  You followed him toward the door you had been with Jin. You looked at the bed you both had used and sighed, the memories coming to your mind. He locked the door and turned to look at you, who were sat on the bed.

“Are you okay?” he asked and sat beside you. You hadn’t noticed yourself before he said that. Your face was serious. Too serious for someone who was about to fuck. You decided to be honest with him.

 “I was wondering if…” you said, looking down, “If this we are doing is right. I am getting fucked by you all. 7 people. I mean…It’s a little much. I don’t want you to think that I am a slut or something. I would never do that with someone else, I’m doing it with you guys because as a fan, I love you all so much and it’s hard not to say ye-“you said but he cut you.

“Hey, hey. Calm down. Breathe and relax. We would never think this about you, we are not assholes. We might be jokers but not assholes. Besides, sex is natural, and if you wanna have sex with someone, than have it” he said simply, never leaving your stare. You just nodded. “I still have to prove something…” he stated and got closer to you. He took your head between his hands and leaned in, pecking your lips. Then, he pulled away to watch you.

 You smiled at him and kissed him by yourself. He smiled into the kiss, one of his hands going down to hold your hips. He licked on your bottom lip and you let his tongue explore your mouth, letting him control the kiss as well. He sucked your tongue, making you whimper.

 He put his hand under your shirt and on your back, finding the opening of your bra. He opened it and started to take off your shirt. You pulled away, but only long enough for him to take off your shirt and bra then kissed him again. Hobi’s kiss was soft but needy, different from Yoongi’s. You enjoyed the kiss as long as you could, till you started to take off his shirt too. He let you, and when you saw his abs you whimpered.

  “Oh my God” you whispered, touching his chest. He smiled at you and pushed you to your back softly, making you lay. He was now between your legs and kissing your neck, you weren’t sure if it would leave marks but you didn’t give a shit.

“Your boobs are perfect” he said and traveled down, sucking your collarbones and then your nipple, “perfect to suck and play with”. Even his dirty talk was cute. But still got you crazy. He was massaging your other boob, never leaving your skin. You closed your eyes, feeling him as much as you could, your hands entangling on his hair.

 He started to kiss you again, this time his hand playing with the zipper of your shorts. Your tongues were dancing against each other, the kiss getting deep. You decided to move, letting one of your hands go down and touch his crescent erection. Once you touched it, he groaned, caressing himself against your hand.

“Shiteu” he groaned. You started squeezing it slightly, teasingly. He noticed it and pulled away from you, sitting on his ankles taking off his clothes completely. His dick was bigger than Jin’s and Suga’s and you couldn’t help but wide your eyes. His head was dripping pre-cum and you just wanted to lick this off.

“See what you did to me?” he said and started pumping himself. Moans started to come out of his mouth, he let his head fall back in pleasure as you watched him masturbate himself. Little bastard. You wanted to do that. You should be doing that. Seeing his eyes were closed, you stood up and kneeled in front of him. Before he could even open his eyes, you put your mouth around his tip, licking the salty liquid off it. He looked at you in surprise.

“Hum…” he moaned and took a fistful of your hair, controlling your speed. You started to test your gag reflex, taking him more and more. You used one of your hands to massage his balls, and he tightened his grip on your hair, moving you faster, making you gag a little.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the warm liquid in your mouth.

“Oh, shit, Y/N. I think it’s my turn, right? I’ll show you how beautiful you are” he said and laid down. He tapped his lap, “Fucking ride me” he said.

You almost ran, straddling his lap. You lowered yourself slowly, and once you adjusted, you started moving. You were slowly at first, testing the sensation, feeling his dick stretching you. His finger added pressure on your clit, and you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

You moved up and down fast, roughly, your skin slapping against his violently, the sound mixing with your moans and his. He pulled you down, and you took the chance to kiss him, sucking and biting his bottom lip.

“Fuck…Y/N, you’re wonderful-ah” he groaned. Shit. He was stretching you real good; he was hitting the perfect spots. His hands found your butt and he slapped it, the pain turning into pleasure quickly.

 “Oh my God, Hobi” you moaned out and realized where you were. You weren’t at home and the others were outside there. Probably hearing you both. You stopped moving for a second, getting embarrassed.

“What? What?” he said, breathing heavily.

 “We are being loud” you stated.

“So?”

 “I dunno, shouldn’t we- ah!” you tried to say but he moved his hip up, thrusting into you hard, making you jump. That was enough to shut you up.

 You kept moving, the sounds getting louder and the pleasure getting bigger and bigger inside you both.

“You are a fucking kitten for my cock, don’t you” he whispered on your ear. That was enough.

You tightened yourself around him, your walls warming his dick, tightening around him. He squeezed your butt harshly as he came, releasing all inside you before you could cum.

“You…” he said, breathing, “you didn’t…” he tried to say and you signaled a “no”.

In one fast movement, he stood up and pushed you down, opened your legs and introduced three fingers inside you suddenly. You almost yelled. He started pumping them in and out in an impossibly fast pace, his fingertips hitting your g-spot every time. He introduced a fourth, while the other hand of his played with your clit, and you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You cummed, the hot liquid coming out of you violently.

 Fucking hell. What was that?

“Join me for a shower?” he said. You nodded.

You followed him towards the bathroom. He turned the water on, and once your bodies were already wet, he started washing you softly. His touch was so soft it sent you shiver.

Once you were done, you started drying yourselves and he looked for something on his locker. Then, he offered you a hoodie, sweatshirts and one of – probably his – his boxers.  You looked at him.

“N-no, I can’t accept it. I can wear my clothes” you said.

“Please. Just take it”. He said.

The biggest challenge now was to get out of there. You wouldn’t be able to look into the boys’ faces. They had heard you fucking, hard. Yoongi would probably make one of his cocky comments. Oh…

“Let’s go?” Hoseok said and took your hand. You smiled at him and walked out.

“Had fun?” Namjoon asked.

You got red by the moment the guys looked at you. You murmured a yes.

 “I gotta, hum… I gotta go back to my dorm, my roommate is probably wondering where the hell I am, so…” you said, “Hobi, I’ll bring these tomorrow, ok?” you said.

“Just keep it” He answered.

“Ok, huh… I’ll go” you said and hugged each of them, but when Namjoon’s turn came out, he pulled you closer, not letting you go and whispered loud enough only for you to hear:

 “I hope you aren’t too tired, because tomorrow is my turn and then you’ll see what is like to be really fucked” he said.


A/N: I got you all, huh? Namjoon’s turn is the next one

(Newt Scamander x Reader) Submissive Dominator [SMUT]

Title : Submissive Dominator

Request : Yes - by @radicalmeghan -  request: newt being asked to be more dom in bed and is lowkey rlly good at it

Smut/Warning : Yeah duh - eating out, blowjob, slight dom/sub, jealous fucking lmao

Word Count :1,875

A/N : aaah finally I finished a request! I don’t think this fits the request, but yo this is a dom Newt. It’s really a new territory for me because I’ve always portrayed Newt as a sub. Anyway! Enjoy this one and requests are open for fbawtft, hp, etc. Send me asks about it.

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“You’re mine aren’t you?”

“You’re going to get f-fucked tonight,”

“T-Think you c-can- Oh Merlin, no, no, not like this…”

Newt has been talking to himself in the bathroom, the moment the two of you entered your shared apartment after attending a ball held by the MACUSA. The ball was held to celebrate the capture of Gellert Grindelwald. The MACUSA doesn’t usually do this kind of thing, but you suppose it’s a grand achievement and worth celebrating.

You try to eavesdrop the conversation he’s having with himself, but it seems that he has put a charm in the bathroom so that you can’t hear anything he says but some muffled sounds.

“Newt?” you knock the bathroom door. “Are you okay in there?”

“Y-Yes [Name], I’m fine,” he replies.

You didn’t know what you did wrong, but he also seems to be more nervous than usual after the ball. He keeps squeezing your hand, he stuttered, and he bumped into several people. Newt kept saying he was alright after you asked though.

You decide to change from your formal dress to your nightgown. You walk to your bedroom as you think, ‘I suppose I can calm him down a little bit by doing something…’ You pick his favorite nightgown of yours, and put it on. Twirling in front of the closet mirror, you smile to yourself. ‘Newt is going to love this.’

As if on cue, the bathroom door creaks open, revealing Newt already undressed except for his trousers. Newt’s hair is messy, and his face is blushing red with beads of sweat on his face. The sweat also trickles down his bare chest, making you want to run your hands up his body.

He pauses when he looks at you, mouth slightly open. You giggle and say, “I think we’re thinking the same thing, love.”

He gulps, before throwing the bundle of his shirt on the side. Newt takes a few strides towards you, chin up, looking down at you. He then takes your chin in his hand, and kisses you roughly.

You squeal at the sudden touch, before melting into his arms. You grip his biceps, constantly squeezing it lightly, while he holds your waist, holding you firmly. The kisses aren’t like his usual kisses; it’s more demanding and needing. He’s about to push his tongue inside your mouth before you gently push him back, looking into his eyes, a little bit worried.

“Newt, darling? What’s wrong? What’s with the sudden-“

“You’re going to get fucked tonight,” he cuts you sternly.

You feel the heat in your core getting hotter as he says that sentence. But still, you’re wondering what’s with his sudden change of demeanor.

“I- W-Well, I will, but I want you to explain yourself first,” you challenge him.

He sighs and takes your hand, guiding you to lie down on your bed. You lie on your back, and he immediately goes on top of you, his hands on each side of your head, trapping you from escaping.

Newt looks at you with adoration, yet also with something he lacks before. Confidence.

“Do you think… That Abernathy can please you more? Hm?” he asks.

At the ball, even though you’re hand in hand with Newt all the time, you did drag him to socialize with other people. One of them being Abernathy. He teased the two of you by talking about some sensitive subject, which is about how Newt does it in bed. Newt’s face went beet red, and you replied with a laugh, saying that he satisfies you. “Although not the most dominant in bed,” you also added.

You didn’t realize that Newt listened intently when you flirted with Abernathy. “Oh really? I bet you prefer dominant men, no?” Abernathy asked. “Well, probably. Want to show me?” you reply. Abernathy just laughed, and you excused yourself, to talk to other people.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, so this is what this is all about? About me flirting with Abernathy? You know it’s all a joke, Newt.”

“Yes, but you did say that- um, you prefer dominant men,” he says, almost losing his confident composure.

“Well… I don’t mind with submissive men, but I prefer dominant men better,” you say. He looks hurt for a second, before quickly going back with his act again.

“Then I’ll show you that I can be dominant too.”

Before you can say anything, he kisses you again, this time biting down your lower lip, then pushing his tongue inside your mouth. Your hands go to the back of his head, trying to deepen the kiss. But he objects. One by one, he removes your hands from his head, and pins them to the side of your head.

He breaks the kiss and whisper to your ear huskily, “You are going to stay in bed and do as I say.”

You shudder as his hot breath hits your ear, and you nod in understanding. He smirks, and proceeds to leave butterfly kisses from your earlobe down to your neck, and your collarbone. He sucks and bites a one spot on your neck, over and over until leaves a red mark. You moan and whimper at his touch, and you’re sure it’ll be purple tomorrow.

“[Name],” he says onto your skin.

You reply with a moan. “If you want to come, try not to make any sounds.”

He slides the nightgown from your shoulder, before tearing it into two and tossing it aside. You gasp; not expecting Newt to rip your nightgown, or even has the strength to do that. “We can use magic to patch it up,” Newts says quickly.

He swiftly leaves a wet trail, continuing from your neck, to your chest, barely brushing the nipple, down lower to your core, his hands freeing your wrists. He gives an experimental lick, and you arch your back, bucking up to his mouth. You’re about to moan before your own hand flies to your mouth, shutting yourself.

“Good girl.”

He trails a finger down your clit, his fingers brushing against the wet, sensitive folds. You desperately pants, holding in the sounds you’re making.

“So wet [Name]… All for me?” He presses a finger inside you, and you breathily answer, “Y-Yes! For you only…”

“Not for Abernathy?”

“N-No… All for you- Ah!” you scream out when he adds another finger.

“I’ll forgive you this time. But for this, I don’t want to hear any sounds, got it?”

You only nod as he starts pumping in and out of you, and with each thrust, his fingers goes deeper, to another angle, until it hits your g-spot. You gasp when his finger does, and he quickens the pace until you come onto his hands.

He brings his fingers to his lips, greedily licking them off clean. The sight turns you on again, even though your heat is still throbbing from the sensation. He gets out of bed, and hastily takes his trousers off, along with his boxers. His manhood stands in its glory, with precum leaking on top of it.

“Come,” he says, extending his hands towards you.

You stand and take his hand and he presses yours and his naked body together. His member is pushed up onto your stomach, and you can feel it twitch when it comes to contact with your skin.

“Feel it [Name]?”

He trails his fingers from your upper back, slowly down to your lower back.

“Feel it what you do to me?”

He squeezes your bum and you hum in response.

“I want you to pleasure me, but without your hands.”

He gives you a slap on your butt and says, “Now kneel.”

You kneel in front of him, and take his member in your mouth, your hands behind your back. You start to suck his head gently, slowly moving your head so it enters deeper. He lets out a long moan, continued by his hand going to the back of your head.

“Faster.”

You suck him hard, and he cries out your name, not expecting the sudden movement. As you suck, you bob your head, and lick the tip of his member. It twitches in your mouth, and with one last long suck, he comes inside your mouth. You swallow everything, making sure none of them spills out of your mouth.

“Such a good girl. I should reward you for that, now. Should I?”

“I’d love you to, darling.”

“Alright. Lie down.”

You do as he says, and he goes on top of you, immediately positioning himself on your entrance.

“Newt! Stop!”

His eyes flashes worry, and he stops. “W-What? D-Did I do something w-wrong? Did- Did I hurt you?”

His confidence is fading, and you giggle, before kissing his nose.

“No, silly. Don’t forget the condom.”

“O-Oh, right.”

He takes out a condom out of the dresser, before ripping it with his teeth and putting it on his slightly raised cock. You notice, and give his manhood a slight stroke, making it fully erect again. Newt’s confidence comes back again, and he seems more assured now.

“Scream my name, love.”

He slams into you without a warning, and you gasp, and let out a throaty moan. He begins moving, slow at first, before escalating the pace faster. The headboard makes a sound every time he slams into you, banging with the wall. You’ll be sure to receive complaints from your neighbor, but you can care less.

He thrusts like there’s no tomorrow, all the while holding in his cum, making sure you savor the feeling fully. He wants to make sure that you see him and him only.

You on the other hand, feel so close to coming, as you see Newt pounding your insides, sucking the energy out of you.

“Newt!! Ah!! I- I-“

“That’s it love, let it all out. Come onto me.”

With a scream of his name, you come for the second time, coating his condom covered cock with your juices. He gives a few more thrusts before coming himself, filling the condom. He collapses on top of you, the sweat covered skin meeting yours.

The two of you breathe peacefully, until he lifts himself off you, to discard the condom. You scoot a little, making space for him to cuddle with you. He joins you under the bedcover.

“S-So, do tell me… How did I do…?”

“Hmmm, well… Newton… I’d have to say… It’s a secret!” you exclaim as you turn your body, your back facing him.

“W-What? [Name], tell me!”

“Oh shut up and cuddle me, Newt,” you say as you pull his hands to hug you.

He pouts and you peck him on the lips, whispering a brief goodnight, before drifting to sleep.

Before drifting to sleep though, you think to yourself that you do enjoy a dominant Newt. Very much so, despite his true nature. But you’re not going to tell him that. It would certainly stroke his ego even more. And you’ve been enjoying your role as the dominant one in bed.

It seems that it will take a few more practices to explore your interests even more.

The Roommate Swap - Lip Gallagher Imagine

Originally posted by lip-gallaghers-bae

Word Count: 3125

Warnings: Swearing, strong sexual content

Note: Pretty much this is just really long and really sexual


The sound of yet another muffled giggle pulled you away from the notes you were studying for what felt like the thousandth time. The bed behind you creaked louder than before this time. A long sigh escaped your lips. Yet again, your roommate had brought her boyfriend back to the room when you really needed to get some studying done. You had forced yourself to ignore it in the past, but you were being pushed over the edge this time. 

“Fuck, I really need to get some studying done,” you called out, putting your face in your hands. If you had it your way, you would’ve been at the library. Unfortunately, it was well after midnight and your desired location was closed for the night. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,” your roommate responded, followed by another fit of giggles. 

“Fuck, sorry. I didn’t even realize,” her boyfriend apologized, the bed squeaking as he sat up. “Not to sound rude or anything, but could you maybe go to the library for a bit or something?”

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Valentine’s Day, 11:07pm

Time is slipping away as you wait for Bucky to return home from a mission so you can celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
 This pure, shameless fluffy fluff…no really.

Word Count: 2,322

A/N: I was sitting in a creative meeting today and we were looking at some vintage designs when I spotted something that just screamed for a story.  I can’t tell you what it was here but it’s down below ;)  So for the next hour I tried to discreetly type out on my phone the story that was running through my head while also trying to pay attention to my coworkers. Be warned that this is a quickie and hasn’t been subjected to my usual weeks and weeks of editing, rewriting and obsessing.

It’s 11:00pm in Budapest.

1:00am in Moscow.

5:00pm in the Avengers compound where you are hunched over a screen tracking the quinjet on radar.  

You’ve been silently staring at the display of vintage world clocks in the control room for hours; lulled by the sweep of the second hands as they circle slowly.

Just ten more minutes you tell yourself.  In ten minutes, Bucky will be home.

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anonymous asked:

Some Elorcan smut please!!!! No angst no betrayal just fluff. (Sorry also curious but how old are you?) Thank you! (Lovvvvveee the Pale Skin and Onyx Eyes work BTW!!)

Clearly NSFW Elorcan smutfic, read at your own peril! smut under the cut~
CW: some misogynistic language

YO I DID THIS FOR U ANON, AND I’M ACTUALLY PRETTY HAPPY WITH IT?? sorry it took a little while! It’s my first smutfic, so go easy on me. I hope ur bodies are ok afterwards~ let me know what you think! ;3

send me this or your own pairing and a prompt


Word Count: 2836
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Whetting an Appetite

Elide Lochan sighed through her nose. She was finally done with classes for the day and was now sitting on a nondescript, black couch in Lorcan’s dorm room at Adarlan University of Magic and Research (AU, for short). Lorcan had just gotten back from the gym so he was currently showering in the bathroom.

Elide rolled her neck around and huffed a sigh again. She was bored.

What to do while Lorcan showers… Not that it will take very long. Elide rolled her eyes, but mid-eye-roll she remembered that there was a magazine in her backpack, some silly Fae, female’s health magazine that Aelin had carelessly left lying around on Elide’s desk, and it had somehow found its way into her backpack. She mentally reminded herself to ask whether Aelin wanted the magazine back at dinner later.

She and Lorcan were scheduled to go out to dinner with Rowan and Aelin at 6PM, but right now, it was only 4:45PM. Propping her feet up on the couch, she idly began flipping through the magazine. Elide absentmindedly tugged on a strand of hair and loudly sighed again while glaring at the bathroom door. After flipping through a couple more pages, a few words caught her eye – an article mentioning the classic movie Titania, where a Fae male named Jack and a human woman named Rosalyn fell in love after meeting on a ship. Her arched brows raised – it had been a long time since she had watched that film. It was now considered a cliché movie, but it had been a huge hit at the time of its release.  

Elide sat up and continued reading through the rather sexually-explicit page. Seeing the movie title reminded her of last summer, when Aelin had thrown a ridiculous end-of-the-school-year party on a cruise ship, essentially forcing people together for a day and a half in the middle of an ocean. It was such an Aelin thing to do, but Elide admitted that Aelin had accomplished her goal for the party, which had been matchmaking for other people. Like Elide. And even Manon, with Dorian nonetheless!

Elide was pretty sure she could point to any girl in their class and there was a 50-50 chance Dorian Havilliard had slept with her. And Manon pretty much hated men. Elide shook her head as she remembered.

The party had successfully forced Elide and Lorcan to finally confront each other after they barely spoke to each other during her first year at Adarlan U. But they had both often stared at each other when the other wasn’t looking, and they would make such intense eye contact often enough that their astute friends obviously noticed.

Aelin tried to talk to Elide about it, and Rowan cornered Lorcan, but both Elide and Lorcan denied that there was anything going on. And when Aelin and Rowan had both stared and pointed out that, that’s the point, NOTHING is going on, they had each hurriedly made an excuse and fled. Elide prayed Aelin would leave the subject alone after that.

However, Aelin decided to take things into her own hands with her summer party, and Elide couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Lorcan and her on the cruise ship.

Aelin had all but shoved her towards the shadowy deck where Lorcan was standing alone, leaning against the rails and looking out into the endless ocean. Elide nearly tripped over the blood-red, floor-length, strapless dress Aelin had loaned her. The week before the cruise, Aelin had thrusted the heap of fabric into Elide’s arms, and ignored her when Elide tried to protest.

Elide had profusely thanked her friend, admitting that she did love the wispy chiffon layers of the dress and the delicate beading over the chest. She had felt more… confident wearing the dress, which gave her the courage that summer night to finally have a real conversation with Lorcan that didn’t involve discussing the weather or classes. And in that dress, she and Lorcan had shared their first kiss, underneath the stars with nothing but waves for miles around.

At that moment, the bathroom door swung open, steam dissipating into the room as Lorcan Salvaterre stepped through the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscled chest glistened with water as he shook water droplets from his dark, shoulder-length hair. Looking at the planes of his chiseled face still took Elide’s breath away.

Elide sat up and crossed her legs. She placed the magazine on the glass coffee table in front of her and tipped her chin up at him.

“I’m bored,” she whined, tossing her hair dramatically. Lorcan’s onyx eyes automatically snapped to the clock hanging on the wall and then back to her fine-boned face.

“I’ve been in the bathroom for ten minutes,” he said calmly, while towel-drying his hair. “And we’re getting dinner in an hour, Elide.”

Elide watched him for a moment, before tugging off her pink, long-sleeve shirt and flinging it onto the floor. Her dark, waist-length hair fell over her pale breasts, which were cupped by a lacy, pink bra. One of her hands drifted in between her legs, and she drummed her fingers against her clothes.

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