but black hair was just gorgeous on him

All that glitters (a fluffy festive one shot)

Sebastian Stan x Reader, ft Tom Hiddleston

This little one shot was inspired by This December imagine on @theartofimagining13 (if you’re not yet following her you really should, she has a lot of great HiddleStan imagines)

I’ve adjusted it a little to fit my muse ;)

This is pure fluff, no smut. Heavy on the feels. 

Warning: mentions of death of a loved one, if this is a trigger to you please skip this one.


All that glitters

‘Sebastian! You’re here!’

He turned around to see her walking over to him, the sight of her took his breath away. 

She wasn’t wearing a festive gorgeous dress like most women here tonight, no jewelry or glitter on her, just a simple black pants and deep red top. It only made her stand out even more to him.
Her hair was a bit more curly than usual, there was a happy little twinkle in her dark eyes and her face lit up in a bright smile as soon as she saw him.

God she was beautiful. There was no way he could do this, not tonight. How was he supposed to do this? 

She was his friend, it could ruin everything. What if she didn’t see him that way? What if it would make everything awkward between them?

What if he lost her?

‘You made it,’ she opened her arms to hug him. Sebastian didn’t hesitate to put his arms around her shoulders and pull her into a tight embrace.

He felt her hands softly caress his back as she hugged him and he briefly closed his eyes. Her body felt so warm and soft against his and her perfume was a mixture of sweet and intoxicating, enchanting him even further. 

He would give anything to stay in this moment a little longer and just hold her, but she broke the hug first, leaving him no choice but to release her from his arms.

‘I wasn’t sure you’d come,’ she said with a smile.

‘Did you think a bit of snow would keep me away from you?’

She kept her hands on his chest while she looked up into his eyes,’ I’m really glad you’re here, Seb.’

‘Me too,’ he put one hand back on her waist to keep her close,’ listen…I know this is a party and many people need your attention tonight, but is there any way we could talk?’

She nodded her head,’ Yeah sure, what’s up?’

‘Well…there’s something…I want to…it’s just…well…’

The words didn’t come, there was too much chatter around the apartment, too many people, and her eyes were so mesmerizing, he couldn’t focus on anything else.

‘Seb?’ she asked while she looked deeper into his eyes,’ Is everything okay?’

‘You look really beautiful tonight,’ he whispered in a sigh.

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||Ordinary|| Joker x Reader

Joker x Reader

((A/N: request for @chrisxsebastian
I hope you like it!))

daddy kink

Everyone has their bad days, right? The problem with those days is no one wants to be receiving the backlash. Let me tell you something, kid, you do not want to be at the end of the Joker’s ‘bad day’. The Joker is like getting coal on Christmas morning, it’s what the parents warn the children about.

No one warned you about him.

You were a completely ordinary girl, ordinary life, ordinary grades and ordinary everything. Pale (s/c) from being inside a few days too many. Gorgeous but dull (e/c) eyes, lacking any emotions. Plain (h/c), (hair style) just the way you liked it. A solid black t-shirt underneath your army green bomber jacket, blue jeans and black doc martins to go with it. You normally didn’t wear makeup but today you put on mascara and added a little gloss to your lips. A small smile on your lips as you held the warm (fav coffee) in your hands. The sudden burst of confidence today had you in the best of moods! All the while, a certain someone was on the opposite end of the mood spectrum.
You couldn’t hear the footsteps behind you due to the earbuds blasting (fav song). A little dance in your step, you mouthed the words as you made your way home. You didn’t notice the sun went down until the streets were cleared. The warmth of the coffee was stripped from you as your (h/c) locks were yanked into an alley way by three goons all wearing the same outfit.
“We got one!” One shouted into an earpiece. Hands covered your mouth from screaming, you were too petrified to squirm but more hands held you still anyways.
“You get their ass back here RIGHT NOW!” a voice shouted back, loud enough to break the man’s eardrums. The man holding the walkie talkie glared at you, grabbing your hair once again and slamming the side of your head into the brick wall.

You woke up with a gasp, gasping again in pain while holding your head. Immediately you knew you didn’t have to see your hand to know your fingertips were covered in blood. You were laying on the concrete floor, torture devices all around you. Your (e/c) eyes welled up with tears as the fear settled in. You backed into the corner of the room and held yourself for a form of comfort. A lot of footsteps could be heard echoing the hallway outside your room so you weren’t scared of the sounds. That is until they stopped in front of your door. You started to hyperventilate as hot tears poured down your cheeks.

This was it.

You were going to die.

The door was unlocked and you heard the song “I Started A Joke” was playing on repeat as the door opened. You ducked your face into the crook between your knees and chest. Footsteps slowly walked the long ways around the table, towards you.
“Well, well, well!” An uncomfortably soothing voice started to laugh.
“What have we here?” Your hair was gripped and you were yanked to your feet, a cry escaping your lips. Your head was pulled back, making you face the most terrified villain in Gotham history. Your (e/c) eyes were wide in shock as you came face to face with The Joker. Tears continued to fall as you realized you were about to die in a more painful way then you had hoped for. His red lips curling into a smile, revealing his grill suddenly disappeared. He dropped you immediately, turning to whoever came in the room with him. You cowered back into your corner, rubbing your head where it hurt. “What the hell is this?!” Mister J growled, stomping one foot like a child not getting their way.
“Sir?” The voice was calm and monotone.
“Why would you bring her to me?! She’s so.. so.. boring!” J growled, lacking the word to describe you. You frowned at the word. You didn’t think you were boring. Maybe according to him and his tastes but you were normal! You lived a normal life! His lifestyle wasn’t exactly your forte.
“You said anyone, sir.” The voice sounded shaken.
“Did I?” The Joker immediately picked up on this change, “Anyone? In that case..”
You heard a gun cock and whimpered, thinking this would be your last breath.
You heard The Joker chuckle and pull the trigger. You flinched at the sound of the gun firing. Yet. The pain never came. You slowly lifted your head just in time to see the man talking to the criminal fall, blood pouring out of the wound directly where his heart is.
You flinched again at the feeling of someone gently patting your head. This earned you another chuckle.
“I won’t hurt you…” Joker quickly dropped to kneel in front of you, becoming eye level. Your (e/c) eyes filled with tears and fear.
“W-what?” You tilted your head
“Your name.” He gripped a fistful of your hair but a smile on his lips as he looked at you.
“(Name).” You whispered. The Joker began to stroke your head again, almost like he was rewarding you.
“(Name)…” He repeated, “You can call me J, babydoll.”
“Let’s have a little fun, babydoll.” The crazed look in his eyes returned. Your lip quivered as he pulled you by your (h/c) locks to your feet again. Before you knew it you were strapped on the table in the middle of the torture room.
“Now, (Name), this isn’t anything personal,” J purred, holding your chin gently and making a pouty face, “I’m just bored of boring! If we’re going to play, I need you to not be so ordinary! So. This may sting a little.”
You couldn’t see anything, with your head strapped to the metal table and whatnot, but before you knew it, you were being electrocuted. Your body seized and your eyes rolled up to the ceiling. The pain was excruciating and it seemed like it would never end. At last, J made it stop.
You unclenched your teeth and gasped for air. Your body felt as if you had just run a marathon, you were stripped of any energy you might have had. Then the shocking feeling returned. This continued for an hour.



Catch your breath.



Catch your breath.

J released you from the straps and stared at you for a while. You realized he was shirtless and started to giggle, pointing a shaken finger at him.
“What’s so funny?” J growled, not liking that he didn’t know the joke.
“You’re cute.” You said as if it was obvious. J smirked and fixed his hair, happy he was complimented. You were hoisted into his strong arms, eyes threatening to shut at any moment. You were brought to a room similar to the one you were just in but all torture objects were removed. This room also came with a bed and bathroom.

Every day at 3pm J would come into your room, talk to you as you confided in each other for years, then would take you to the other room and electrocute you. He would bring your limp body back in here, lay you on the bed and listen to your mumbled thoughts. This continued for weeks. You think anyways, you can’t really remember.
Today you found yourself singing a song you thought was familiar. Whenever you messed up, you would start to giggle. You didn’t hear the door opening as you continued to try and remember the words. J walked in with a grin on his face as you lied there singing with your eyes closed.
“Oh, (Name)~” The green haired criminal sang, interrupting you. You stopped singing and looked at the man puzzled. J was in the middle of talking when you started laughing like a mad man.
“Who are you!” You asked, unable to stop laughing. J took a step back, thinking maybe he had gone too far.

You woke up holding your head. It throbbed and ached like a hangover but you don’t remember drinking. You rolled into your stomach, hiding your face in the pillow to avoid the light when you realized these sheets were much nicer then you remembered. Satin red sheets? You sat up and tilted your head. You looked around and gaped at your surroundings, the room you were in was beyond extravagant! You smiled but it turned to a frown as you looked in a mirror. You crawled off the glorious bed, stumbling towards the long mirror hanging on the wall. You sat in front of it and touched your now pale (s/c) skin, untouched from the time without sunlight. You had certainly lost a few pounds. Your (length), (h/c) hair unkept and greasy. You began to tear up, frustrated with this person you were looking at.

This can’t be what you look like.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. The green haired man entered the room, his white shirt covered in blood. He walked right past you, growling. Suddenly he stopped and put on a smile just for you,
“Babydoll! I’m so glad you’re awake!” He knelt down and held his arms out. You jumped back and J flinched at your action. He sighed deeply and smoothed his hair back after he did.
“Baby, come here, Daddy ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He cooed. You smiled at his words, slightly remembering him. Feeling safe, you slowly crawled into his lap. J sat on the floor and crossed his legs, wrapping his arms around you. He purred and you nuzzled into his chest, loving the sound. J lifted you in his arms with ease, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. You looked around, giggling which made J laugh as well.
“How about a bath with Daddy, baby?” he purred, a seductive smile on his lips. You blushed and swayed your body, innocently at the thought.
“Ok.” You said, biting your lip as you smiled.
“No, baby. It’s 'ok, Daddy’.” J poked your nose, making you giggle more.
“Ok, Daddy~” You purred.
J moaned and pulled you into a rough, yet sweet kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hesitantly kissing back. You silently hoped he was enjoying the kiss as much as you. Finally, J pulled away, giving a quick nip at your bottom lip before he did.
“Oh, babydoll, were going to have so much fun together” He smirked.

silexia  asked:

Can I request very fluffy smut w jimin? It's raining outside and they're just doing the do inside? (Can u also have jimin call her princess/babygirl?)


Originally posted by louizlake

*Keys jingle and you hear the door open* ‘Princess, I’m home’

You hear footsteps coming towards you and start smiling foolishly. It’s a rainy day and Jimin just came back from work and already texted you saying he was hungry.

‘Baby, come in here, the dinner is ready!’ You put the spaghetti bolognese onto the plate and you feel gentle and light fingers on your shoulders. You immediately turn around and see his beautiful face. You couldn’t stop yourself staring into his gorgeous brown eyes, the very eyes that made you fall in love with him. You notice his thick black hair. It’s messy and wet from the rain outside and you couldn’t stop yourself from licking your lips. You suddenly feel that you’re throat is dry and quickly snap out and turn back to putting food onto the plate. 

But soon after, You feel the fingers, again, but on your hips this time. You felt every hair on your body stand up and you suddenly feel goosebumps. Every sensation ever, started taking power over your body.   

You hear him breathing, heavily ‘Maybe I don’t want THAT for dinner. I have something else in mind’ You turn around again. He seductively bites his lips takes a step back and looks at your figure. He notices that you’re wearing his shirt with only tight short shorts. He steps back in and leans into your ear and whispers ‘I want you for dinner’ Your legs start to feel numb and you start to lose sense of reality

Trying to catch your breath, you jokingly push him back and say ‘I know what you’re trying to do, and guess what, it’s not working’ you giggle and walk towards the table. You put the food down and start making your way back to the sink to get more plates. 

‘come on babe, let’s eat’

‘ugh’ he replies, and reluctantly makes his way to the table.

Throughout the meal you catch him staring at you with either his tongue hanging out or him biting his lip. You can’t help but grin everytime. ‘Go on, you go up stairs and get ready for bed. I’ll clean up the dishes’ You’re surprised that he offers and you know you can’t turn it down. ‘Okay, I’ll meet you upstairs’

While walking towards the bedroom, you couldn’t help but want his skin touching yours. Your lips connecting with his. His body intertwining with yours. So you came up with an idea. You rummage through your wardrobe to find your sexy maid costume you put on for him for his birthday. You knew he couldn’t escape this one. You quickly take off your clothes and slip into the costume. It only consists of a tight crop top that barely covers your chest, a really short mini skirt that reveals a bit of your bum and a maid hat. You lie down on the bed, on your front and wait for him. You hear the beautiful rain pouring outside but then soon hear his footsteps. You quickly prepare yourself and see him appear through the door.

‘Well hello there babygirl’ He takes a couple of steps towards you before you get off the bed and start unbuttoning his shirt. While doing so, he whispers into your ear ‘Take it off, take everything off’ and just as you unbutton the last button, he pushes you onto the bed. He climbs ontop of you, starts to unzip his trousers and then begins to kiss your neck lustfully. You feel a sensation taking over your body. He runs his fingers down your leg and then back up your body.  You become so hopeless, yet felt soo powerful.  He then moves onto your ear, he bites it and says ‘You’re all mine baby girl, all mine’

The rest was a memory, a memory never to forget

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Hope this is what you wanted. Also, this is my first time writing a smut sort of thing so please leave a message on how you find it. if you want more on different band members then please leave a request. 


~~Love Admin M x

In which Gabriel is king of flirting

For @casandsip because fluff.

Gabriel was the king of flirting. Everyone knew it. He told them so all the time.

He was charming. He was witty. He was reasonably good-looking and knew how to persuade people he was more than that. He could flatter his way into anybody’s good books.

But he still couldn’t get that gorgeous, adorable, floppy-haired art student to notice that he was hitting on him.

Every weekday morning at eight he’d shuffle into the coffee shop where Gabriel worked, rubbing his eyes and mussed-up and yawning hugely behind his hands, rubbing them together in their patched brown woollen gloves to chase away the late-winter cold. Every day he’d order the same boring boring black coffee in a take-away cup just in case he had to run away early (which he never did), and he’d smile the same sleepy distracted adorable diffident smile when he thanked Gabriel for making it. Then he’d curl up at one of their corner tables with his books and pencils (or charcoal, or pastels, or whatever it was that day), and go to work.

Gabriel had considered the question at great length over the last month or so—usually out loud, to Balthazar or Charlie or Anna or Castiel, until Balthazar draped a towel over his head to shut him up—and had come to the conclusion that there was absolutely nothing in the world so attractive as the expression of concentration on the face of a gorgeous genius as he made gorgeous works of genius. Unless it was the way he sometimes nibbled on his thumb when he was thinking. Or lowered his glasses on his nose to squint over the top of them for a different view. Or the way he filled his worn old shirts. Or—

Or the way he completely failed to notice every time Gabriel winked and flattered and tried to draw him into cheerfully suggestive conversation, because apparently his brain travelled straight from sleep to art without bothering to notice mundane details like the cutest of baristas in front of him.

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Imagine you’re Jeremy and Elena’s little sister and you have a crush on Damon, who is dating Elena.

You loved your siblings, despite the fact you lived a dysfunctional life. I mean your older sister, Elena was a vampire. Your older brother Jeremy was a vampire hunter. You were just you, nothing extraordinary about you, besides the fact you always seemed to fall for all the wrong people. For example, your sisters boyfriend, Damon Salvatore.

He was gorgeous, black hair, blue eyes, funny. He is also a vampire. He was overall amazing and every time you were around him, you felt, lighter. You felt alive. You didn’t feel like you had everyone depending on you. You could be yourself. You didn’t dare utter a word of this to anyone. Not even Jeremy. No one needed to know, but you.

Damon always said hi to you, even in his worst moods. He talked to you about everything. You were close and you loved every single minute you spent with him. It was wrong of you to like him and you did feel guilty about it, but at the same time, you didn’t. It’s not like you were gonna steal him away from Elena.


Priest! Gerard Smut
Just for @ashshadows :)))))))

Sitting among the congregation was nothing. Sitting among the congregation while eyeing up the priest… That was another.

His name was Father Way. Jet black hair, surprisingly long, considering his position. Dressed in all black, excusing the white portion of his collar made him seem especially pale, somehow bringing out his jawline and cheekbones in the most exquisite of ways. He was young and gorgeous.

Ever since your grandparents had started dragging you to church every Sunday, you had seen more and more of this holy man. However, you tried to appear bored, concealing how you really felt in front of your family, in the case anything arose that would allow you to be near him. Religion bored you, extremely, but Father Way was enough to wake up early on a weekend for.

One fine Sunday, you were about to step out of the stone church, shaking the Father’s hand, his grip somewhat firm, skin rough from, well… God knows what. You began to take a few steps, only to hear your name called.


You spun around, surprised to see Father Way immediately behind you.

“Yes, Father?” The word ‘Daddy’ nearly slipping its way out of your mouth instead, the depraved fantasies in your mind lingering from the sermon, which was far too mundane for your taste. Your cheeks burned hot at the thought as you gazed up at him with surprised y/e/c eyes.

He had a soft smile on his face, his eyes flicking from yours to your grandparents’ as he spoke, “I was wondering if you’d stay back a while and help me plan some sort of youth group activity. The twins were supposed to help, but I guess they’re both in bed with some sort of sickness… They’re in my prayers, but they’re not here.” He laughed softly, his eyes fixing to yours. “So, will you help?”

You nodded yes slowly, somewhat in disbelief, somewhat trying to keep up the illusion that you didn’t feel a thing for him.

“If that’s alright with your family, here, of course?” He added, giving a sincere grin to your grandparents, who said goodbye happily, feeling good you finally wanted to be involved. Waiting around for members of the congregation to leave seemed an interminable wait, making small chat during the coffee hour that occurred afterwards, the people slowly dissipating until Father Way was the only one left.

Not worrying about the mess made in the kitchen, the two of you headed up to his office, a dark room in a forgotten corner of the church.

“This is what our funding gets us, I guess.” He chuckled, seeing your reaction to the faux wood paneling and worn couch, the middle of it completely sinking. As the priest turned on a few lamps, you grinned.

“No, it’s… Cozy, I suppose. You have a wall of giant book shelves packed to the brim… A nice wooden desk… And uh, a very nice chair.” You smiled softly, looking at the less-than-superb wooden chair, with broken supports and duct tape on the legs.

“Eh, don’t mind it. If it scares you, we can just sit on the couch.” He replied with a grin, making your heart flutter, picking some papers and a few pens off of his desk as he hummed to himself, placing them on the coffee table.

Sitting down on the left side of the couch, you found yourself surprisingly aloft, the couch not allowing you to sink into the cushions like normal, and when the Father took his seat, the couch creaked and groaned, both of you sliding to the middle.

You let out a shaky laugh as you smiled nervously, feeling yourself blush as the two of you brushed arms. You swallowed before letting out a small apology, the words barely passing your lips.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s the couch’s fault. I don’t mind if you don’t?” He commented, light hazel eyes seemingly caressing your face, lips pursed before breaking into a slight smile as he faced forward again.

The two of you made a list of concepts for what you could do, whether it be outdoor activities or a trip to some nearby state park.

The room was growing hot in the late June air, and you watched as Father Way rolled up his shirt sleeves to the elbows, chatting all the while. Something about the new amount of exposed skin… How wonderful his pale skin looked against the contrasting black fabric… His slight forearm muscles showing… Something you hadn’t expected.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He asked, dark brows furrowed as he leaned back, hands stretched and clasped between his legs.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine, it just… The heat, you know?” You mumbled, slightly nervous, afraid your words had come out in inaudible babbles, tugging at the inside of your lip nervously.

“Oh… Well I’d offer to crack a window but they don’t open.” He gave a lopsided grin, which quickly disappeared when he looked at you, detecting your nervousness.

“Are you sure something else isn’t wrong, y/n?” He asked, truly concerned.

You felt his hand on your arm, the goosebumps on your skin rising beneath his soft touch, despite the powerfully warm humidity of the room. Your heart raced and you felt your breathing pick up speed of its own accord.

“Father…” You started, your eyes venturing to look up to his. You scanned the flawless skin, the green and gold flecks that settled deep within the light brown color of his eyes… Those perfect dark brows, pushed together in concern… Those perfect lips… Though you studied him for only a few instants, it was too much, and you stopped your train of speech, smiling and glancing back down. “It’s nothing, really. I promise.” You flashed a grin his way, your face altering itself into a lie of happiness.

“Y/n… Lying is a sin, you know?” He said, voice slightly lower than before, forcing you to oppress some very dirty thoughts out of your mind, tucking it away for later.

“Yes, Father Way, I know.” You replied, eyes wide and innocent.

“Tell the truth.” His hand moved to your shoulder, turning you to face him. Your heart skipped a few beats, your mind screaming for you to stop as your words tumbled out in a nervous string, rushing together as your skin burned like fire,

“I’ve been lusting… After a man of the cloth.”

“And are you sorry for doing so?”

“Not at all.” You stated simply, your head slightly shaking no before drawing in a sharp breath, feeling his dull nails dig their way into your skin.

“We’ll fix that. You must feel remorse… Sorrow… You should feel sorry for what you’ve done.” His face was so close, you could see the sweat breaking out on his forehead, his voice low and becoming more and more rough, scratchy as he went on.

You could feel his breath on your skin as he inched ever closer, his other hand flying to your unadorned arm as he pressed his lips to yours roughly, completely pinning you to the end of the small couch, hovering over you as his tongue pushed past your lips, the deep kiss growing wet and sloppy as you whined beneath him, body wriggling as he slowly dragged a hand down your torso, a small growl tearing from his throat.

“Oh, Father, stop! What are you doing?” You whined into his mouth, feeling his fingers press down between your legs, hitting your clit head on.

“I’m making you feel sorry for your sins… You should feel completely shameful when you repent to me, you know.” His voice was dangerously low as he pulled back, watching your face as he began to move his fingers slightly, looking on hungrily as your head pressed back as far as it could, your eyes squeezing themselves shut, a trembling, high pitched moan releasing itself from your throat as your hips moved themselves up into his hand.

He removed his fingers, using them to slowly tug up the hem of your skirt, his eyes lighting up when he saw the purely lace undies you wore. His gaze flicked back to your face, an expression of pure want displayed like a neon sign. His eyes were dark and voice deep as he breathed hot into your mouth,

“Father is a bit formal for what we’ll be doing. Call me… Daddy.”

With this comment you moaned aloud, the nickname making you shudder, only coming from your personal depraved fantasies. Felling his fingers once again press to your clit, this time underneath the lace, rough circles being created by two of his fingers, He bit at your bottom lip, reveling in your moans as he pressed his body tight against yours.

“Now what are you gonna call me?” His voice was a soft growl at this point, vibrations sent through your body. He tugged at your earlobe gently with his teeth, the smell of his cologne hitting you, turning you into a complete mess. This was really happening.

“Daddy.” You whimpered, squealing as you felt two fingers slip inside you in response. Your walls contracted around him as he worked his fingers vigorously, panting into your neck as you whined, feeling his teeth tease your skin ever-so gently as he left a trail of sloppy kisses. Plunging a third finger in, you were sent spiraling, cursing left and right, “Fuckkkk, Daddy!” You moaned, your breathing wildly uneven as your hips moved of their own accord, grinding themselves in painfully slow circles.

Feeling a pair of strong arms wrap around your body, you soon found yourself in the middle of the floor, completely collapsed. Father Way stood in front of you, looking down on you while he licked at his fingers sensually.

“Honey, why don’t you take that dress off for me?” He purred, reaching down to drag a finger along your jawline, fitting your chin between his thumb and finger.

Wordlessly, you undid the side zipper to your dress, gazing up with innocent eyes as you slipped the garment over your head, kicking your kitten heels off to the side as well. Eyeing his fingers hungrily, you watched in anticipation as he undid his belt a few inches from your face, every flick of his fingers bringing you closer to the edge again. He left you the honor of tugging the zipper down with your teeth, the metallic taste lingering in your mouth, wonderfully cool.

Allowing the pants to drop to his ankles of their own accord, Father Way ditched the black fabric, kicking off his shoes as well. On your knees, you found yourself perfectly aligned with the front of his boxers. Your mouth nearly watered as you watched him slide his hands beneath the formerly-tucked-in black button down and hook his thumbs into gray briefs, his now dark and lust-clouded eyes watching your move as he gently towed the cotton down his legs, hearing your small gasp as his erection sprang free, nearly straining itself in an attempt to hit his stomach, droplets of translucent-white precum dripping from the head. Beginning to outstretch your hand to service him, you were stopped.

“No, Baby. Not how we’re gonna play this.” He whispered to you, his words somehow paralyzing you as he gripped your hair. “Open your mouth and relax.” You could see a wicked grin form before he thrust into you, his hips working at a great pace as you felt him shudder at your touch. His mouth was wide open and eyes closed shut as he moaned your name repeatedly.

His cock nearly hit the back of your throat every time, being careful not to, knowing you’d cry. You tried to use your tongue to please him, curling it up around the sides of his shaft as he fucked your face, his salty taste filling your mouth. He groaned at your every touch, and just hearing your name coming from him in such a kinky way… You were completely revved up again.

Feeling him pull out, you stuck out your tongue, slightly bitter you didn’t get to have him finish for you to taste. He let you kitten lick at his tip, cleaning up any excess precum and nearly bringing him to the edge. He had buttoned down his shirt, tearing it off and tossing it to the floor as he grabbed your hair, yanking you up, his other hand moving to your lower back, pressing your bodies together.

You felt his wet cock against your skin as he brought you in for another rough kiss, feeling your teeth meet together a few times in the sheer heat and passion. He had placed one hand at the back of your neck while the other unhooked your bra, letting it slip loosely over your arms before you moved yourself slightly, letting it fall at your feet.

His hands groped around for your wrists, backing up as he took you over to the nearly-empty desk, a massive mahogany structure which you promptly found yourself bent over, a rough hand rested almost delicately upon your back. Father Way’s fingers teased the edge of the thin lace you wore, before finally slipping it down your legs, picking it up as you stepped out, brushing the lace behind you.

“Stay.” He murmured quietly, a kiss planted on your bare back. You could hear him as he scooped something up off the floor, walking around to the other side of the desk. “These are completely soaked.” He purred, his voice deep and sensual as his eyes met yours.

You watched as he unlocked a drawer to his desk, marveling at how surprisingly fit he was, the ivory skin of his chest fitting with the rest of his bodily. Your hips bucked involuntary as you whined softly. Much to your surprise, you watched as he took a condom from the drawer, dropping your panties and the wrapper in its place, rolling the rubber onto himself and stroking a few times before smirking at you devilishly, pacing around behind you again.

You felt as his hands gripped your ass tight, your body squirming under the contact. One hand made its way up your back, reaching to yank back your hair as he soothed you softly

“Be a good girl for Daddy.”

You could almost hear the sin in his voice as you cried out, feeling the sting of his palm slapping hard against your ass. The blows came down ceaselessly and hard, each one stinging more than the last as you felt hot tears leak from your eyes.

“Daddy, please…” Your voice was completely wrecked as you cried out, feeling his hand stop to rest upon the newly bruising skin.

“I hope you learn from your sins, y/n.” He stated simply, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the delicate skin, fingers untangling themselves from your wild hair. His hand once again rested itself on your lower side, the other hand matching with the opposite hip.

With no warning, Father Way plunged deep inside of you, making your insides melt as you broke down into a moan, hearing only a small groan from him as he began to keep a steady pace, his hand coming down on your ass every now and then as you cried out, the pain somehow adding to your pleasure. You could hear his absolutely destroyed voice moaning your name as he sped up, arms wrapping around you in an attempt to hold you still while he worked himself.

You clawed at the edge of the desk, feeling the intense pleasure as he adjusted himself, brushing past your g-spot with every single thrust. A completely animalistic moan tore from your body in response, Gerard just thrusting deeper, his speed only slowing down slightly.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” He growled, his voice somehow calm and sensual as he picked up on your beatings again.

Your response came out in pieces, fragmented by the effect the thrusts had upon you, “Oh… Shit… Yes, Daddy, YES!”

You hit your climax screaming, not caring what happened at this point. Father Way’s thrusts grew less coordinated and you could feel his sweaty skin slap against yours as you rode out your climax on his cock, him hitting his own moments later, riding it out in slow, jerking thrusts before his grip on you loosened completely.

You felt his absence immediately, collapsing into a haze on top of his desk, not caring about a thing in the world. Feeling only the dull, washed-over waves of pleasure and radiating stinging sensation coming from where he had beat you.

By the time you felt the sweat cool off your skin somewhat, you picked your head up, seeing the moisture from the sweat you’d created left on the surface of the dark wood.

Looking around the room, a bit woozy on your feet, the priest was nowhere to be seen.

“Of-fucking-course.” You muttered under your breath, putting your discarded bra and dress, pacing over to the desk drawer in a desperate attempt to regain your underwear. Rattling the drawer, you didn’t hear when the door opened.

Father Way had stepped back in, completely dressed and composed, sleeves still rolled to the elbows. He came close to you, a slightly amused look on his face as you continued to work at the drawer, gazing up at him with large eyes.

“Can I um, have my… y'know?” You smiled softly, your face still slightly hot as you bit your bottom lip.

He shook his head no and smirked playfully, his eyes once again light and gorgeous as ever.

“No, I’m keeping those. After all, this was a punishment, and I do hope you learned a lot about sinning.” The back of his hand brushed your cheek softly as you blushed profusely.

“I now know I should confess my sins to you more often.” You grinned, feeling his lips press softly to yours for the first time.


i was just thinking about shinguuji’s face under the mask…. he probably uses black lipstick even when it dirties his mask… he’s a nerd and that’s how we’ll remember him…. a nerd with gorgeous pretty hair… thanks for your attention

Green Eyes and Past Tense

Annabeth walked through the halls toward the auditorium of Goode High School, almost shaking with nervous excitement. She hadn’t been back here in years. She already knew from (admittedly too much) Facebook stalking that she was one of the more successful people coming back 10 years later. She wasn’t really worried of how people would react to her high place in one of Manhattan’s most prestigious architecture firms as she walked through the auditorium doors. God, it felt just like yesterday she’d walked through these very same doors for freshman orientation. That had been a wild day, ending with a boy with black hair and green eyes, the most beautiful green eyes, pulling the fire alarm as a dare. Annabeth had seen him, and being the goody-goody she was, threatened to tell the teachers. Those gorgeous green eyes had won her over, and from that moment on, she was his accomplice. His name was Percy. Percy Jackson. Truthfully, he was a really good kid, and he never pulled stupid pranks like that. That was his exception, he had said. He was trying to impress the cute blonde girl with a serious RBF. 

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As he pulled out of me and our eyes met, i knew he was someone never to let go off. He stood up, smiled a flashing white smile at me before he whispered “we probably have to go down to the others again, i have a feeling this has taken way more time than it should have, only for you to change your jeans,” i laughed as i stood up from the bed. Feeling his and my wetness in my core. But because of the lack of time just pulled up my thong and walked over to him, before gently tracing my hands down his warm bare upper body.

I kissed him gently as i walked passed him and opened the drawer of the hotel room pulling out a black denim skirt. I slid it over my legs before i closed it with the buttons running down the middle. Shawn was putting his jeans back on. I stopped my motions and looked at his muscles flex as he slowly got dressed. His hair was a mess but he was more gorgeous than ever. I quickly pulled the off-shoulder top on without even caring to put a bra on. He looked at me with raised i brows before smirking, “you ready?”

As we walked into the hotel bar again, it didn’t seem like the others had noticed our departure that much, and that we had been away for just a little too much time than just to change clothes because i spilled my drink on them. 

I sat at the table grabbing a drink which stood in front of me, “omg James, what is this?” i asked as i sipped again, “its a Mai Tai” he laughed as he sipped is drinks and directed his attention to the girl next to him. A warm figure slid next to me on the sofa. I looked at shawn smiling face as he took a sip from his vodka soda. People around us were laughing and talking loudly, not a single person questioning where we had been, or they just knew why we had been away for so long. 

Shawns hand slightly crawled up my thigh squeezing it lightly. I shifted in my seat suddenly being able to feel the wetness from his load earlier. He laughed as he kissed my ear. I looked around in panic, as if someone would see. Shawn and my relationship wasn’t something official, nor would it be, as i thought it. But people knew that we had something, some kind of chemistry way more than just friends. And i can surely tell you, I could only agree. 

“How wet are you,” he whispered to me, slowly nibbling on my earlobe. “Fuck,” i slightly cursed, “can you still feel me inside of you,” he continued. I had to concentrate so hard on not moaning his name out, by the dirty words leaving his mouth. This was not normal for shawn, but it definitely turned me on. I nodded, as i closed my eyes, concentrating on his fingers drawing shapes and patterns on my thigh. “Or should i just feel for myself” his raspy voice spoke. My eyes fluttered open as he slid his hand up under my skirt, tracing my entrance over the fabric of my wet thong. 

“Fuck baby,” he whispered as he turned his attention back to talking with James, my head was buzzing and all i could think about was shawns finger which now painfully slowly pushed the fabric of my thong to the side running his fingers slowly over my slick heat. I closed my eyes and felt the room spinning. I opened them and tried to ignore the immense pleasure i was feeling just by shawn light touch. I looked worried around as my friend started talking to me. 

“What are we up to tomorrow?” she asked as she sipped her drink. “I was thinking ab-” my voice got cut off as shawn inserted his middle finger into me. My mouth fell open, as he just continued talking relaxed with the people around him. I coughed and tried to blame it on my getting my drink in the wrong tube. “I meant, i was thinking about going to the park, there is this winter wonderland, were you can ice skate and stuff,” her face lit up, as i had to squeeze my eyes more shot as he starting to move his finger in and out of me, not looking like someone who actually paid attention to me. 

“That sounds lovely, we should definitely to that, do you think there would be many in the morning?” i understood her struggle if we wanted to take the boys we had to be there at a time with the less amount of people. As i was about to start my sentence, shawn pushed another finger into me. I squeezed my thighs around his hand as his thumb stroke my clit. “Yeah” i breathed out, “i think in the morning is best,” i closed my eyes as natural as i could, as he plunged his fingers in and out of me. 

“Ill get us another drink, what do you think about a passion vodka?” she asked, i nodded. And clenched my jaw tightly, shawn looked at me and smiled as he kept talking to James, he lifted his eyebrow “everything ok, hun” he spoke as i nodded “everything’s fine” i spoke as my breath hitched. My fingers made their way around his wrist of the hand moving in and out of me. If someone would catch us doing this, i couldn’t even imagine. But the thought of it made me even more wet as he sped up. My hand clenching around his wrist pushing me deeper inside of me. 

“Oh baby girl, come for me, in front of all these people, “ and just that was enough to push me over the edge. I had to press my lips together to not moan out load. He laughed as he kissed med softly on the jaw, and pulled his fingers out of me, and wiped them on his trousers, “Oh i would have loved to taste you, and us together, but that would be to obvious wouldn’t it darling,” he whispered. I looked at him as i could feel the sweat on my forehead. “you will regret this,” i whispered, “oh will i,” he spoke as he cocked up an eyebrow, “yes you will,” i spoke slowly. As i took another sip of my drink. 

Imagine #11 (Requested) - PDA (Tyler Seguin)

“Hurry up, babe. You are taking forever!” Tyler yelled down the hallway. “I know, shut up! I’ll be out in a second.” I screamed back. Tyler and I were going to a charity event for the Dallas Stars tonight. It was black tie, and I had a gorgeous black evening gown that was form fitting. It had a plunging neck line, and the back was open all the way down to my butt. It hugged my curves just right, and then flared out right at my knees. I wanted my hair and makeup to be perfect too, so I was taking forever. And ever. And then some.

Ten minutes later

“Okay, what in Gods name are you – “ Tyler began as he walked into our bathroom. “Holy shit. You look so… perfect.” I blushed and lightly shoved his chest, wanting him to get out so I could finish my makeup. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful. My girl is so sexy.” He said, looking me up and down. “I love you”, I said, kissing him and then applying my lipstick. “I love you too. But wait, this isn’t fair. You’re turning me on so much right now and then I’m going to have to wait hours and hours before I even do anything about it?!” I laughed as I left the bathroom. “Yes, babe. Sorry, that’s just how it goes.” I answered, walking in front of him. “Oh God. Don’t. Don’t walk in front of me. Your ass looks so good in that dress. Seriously, can you go put some sweats on or something? I can’t deal with you.” He said, running up behind me. He had snaked his arms around my waist and started to kiss my neck. I could feel his arousal through his pants, but knew I needed to end it, or we wouldn’t make it out the door. I let him get a few more kisses in, and then I handed him the keys to his jeep, and we were on our way.

We arrived at the event at an upscale hotel downtown. We took a few photos together, then we went our separate ways. He was doing things with the team, and I was talking with the other wives and girlfriends. I was right in the middle of a conversation when I felt a hand on my lower back. I looked to my right, and it was Tyler. “Hey! Could I steal you for a second?” he asked. “Sure thing sweetie” I answered. I knew exactly what he was doing. He led me far away from the ballroom that the event was in, and down a long hallway that I’m sure we weren’t supposed to be in. “Tyler where are you taking me” I asked, laughing as he picked up speed and we began to jog. “Shhh, babe. You’ll see.” He whispered. Finally the hallway came to an end. He quickly pinned me up against the wall and began kissing me. I wanted him so bad. He had been making me wet all night. Just looking at him in that slim fit suit was enough to get me off. “Baby, we can’t do this here” I told him as he unbuckled his pants. “Yes, yeah we really can” he said, kissing my neck to convince me. “What if we get caught?” I asked, my voice more serious this time. Just as I asked that, Jamie came around the corner. “Ahhh I came just in time for the action, huh?” Jamie said, laughing. “Fuck off, Jamie. Is it wrong for wanting to do your sexy girlfriend?” Tyler said, frustrated. “Not at all. If I had a girl as stunning as Y/N I’d get her in bed as much as possible.” Tyler winked at me. “Believe me, I do.” “Okay, well just wanted to tell you that coach wants you. We are about to wrap up there and they want you to say a few words.” Jamie said awkwardly. “Alright, we’re right behind ya, Benn”, Tyler said, zipping his pants back up.

Tyler grabbed my hand and started walking me back to the ballroom. Before we went inside, he pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “When we get home, I’m going to fuck you so hard”. I giggled, kissing him on the cheek. He slapped my ass as I walked through the door, and I’m pretty sure a good amount of people saw. His teammates might give him shit for it, but Tyler and I have such amazing physical chemistry, why should we apologize for a little PDA?!

anonymous asked:

Hey Tord, what do you love most about Tom's body? (This isn't a 'sin' ask btw)

Tord: His eyes. I love his eyes more than anything else. They’re a gorgeous inky black that reflect all the stars…

Tord: Or maybe it’s his hair? His hair is so soft and fluffy, it’s so fun to run my fingers through it.

Tord: Wait. His squishiness. It makes him so cuddly! It makes him like a big teddy bear, and I love it…

Tord: Actually, I can’t pick. Every part of him is just… perfect in my eyes.

  • Sirius: Do you like her?
  • Remus: Who?
  • Sirius: That Prewett girl
  • Remus: No I sort of got a crush on this other person
  • *Sirius tries not to sound too interested*
  • Sirius: Uhh....Is that so?
  • Remus: Yep, he's got the most gorgeous black hair, he's the biggest troublemaker I know, and he happens to be one of the marauders
  • Sirius:
  • Remus: Well?
  • Remus: Wait what no-
  • Remus: SIRIUS BLACK, YOU IDIOT I was talking about you
  • Sirius: Oh.
  • Sirius: My bloodthirst for James has suddenly vanished.
  • Remus: Just kiss me you fool
  • And that he did

anonymous asked:

ok so i have a crush on this guy and he's just GORGEOUS and he's funny in an overdramatic way but he's so like??? loyal to his friends???? and he's a dog person so like yes and he has this gorgeous dark hair and he's been thru some stuff with his parents and i just wanna cuddle him always and also his name is sirius black whOops

Did I send this to myself????

Sleepover Sunday!

When I saw you in Target

So I saw a post about this scenario on my Facebook feed a few minutes and I immediately thought Percabeth. 


Percy is minding his own business when he looks up from his phone to see an insanely gorgeous girl in front of him in line. She is tall, blonde curly hair pulled back into a ponytail. She has a black purse dangling from her arm while she types on her phone, and Percy can just barely see over her shoulder to catch the glimmer of a wedding ring on her finger.

The line at Target isn’t very long now because Percy had decided to stop by after work and grab some stuff for dinner. He had managed to collect a buggy full of stuff, which was probably going to hurt his wallet. Not to mention his wife would kill him if she saw all of this stuff. So, it’s not like he ran into this extremely beautiful woman in a bar. He’s in Target. Shopping. Yeah. He can admire beautiful women… right?

He feels kind of bad anyway, wondering if he is technically… no. He’s just looking. It’s not like he was going to even talk to her.

He and Annabeth have been married for about three years now, but they’d been dating since high school. Percy’s successfully been with her for longer than he’s been alive, which is just—kind of scary and amazing at the same time, if he’s being honest. He loves her so much, and there’s like, zero possibility of him ever wanting anything besides her.

And hey, he’s always had a thing for blondes. It’s really no wonder he thinks this woman in front of him is beautiful. The only thing he can really think is how her husband must be a really lucky guy.

Her phone rings suddenly, and she presses it to her ear, answering it with a light voice.

His jaw drops open, and Percy feels like an idiot.

Annabeth is the woman in front of him.

Percy considers tapping her on the shoulder and grinning at her, but she’s still on the phone, waiting for the person in front of her to pay. He’s positive he looks like an idiot, but he can’t really help staring at her because it’s so cool to just see her out in town without having any idea that he’s there while she’s just doing her own thing. And it’s weird that he ended up right in line behind her, thinking she was another woman because she is so beautiful, and damn, Percy’s heart is going to explode because he’s so amazed and in love with her.

He doesn’t get her attention, content with leaning against his shopping cart and watching her shuffle through her wallet for her credit card, all while talking to his mom on the phone about dinner plans the next week. She’s laughing and smiling, pulling her phone from her ear to thank the young cashier before grabbing her bag and heading toward the door. Percy watches as she walks out of the doors, a small sway to her hips that he’s come to memorize. She disappears from his sight, and he realizes that the cashier is asking him if everything’s alright.

Percy’s smiling as he checks out, wondering how the hell he got so lucky to have found her. She’s just… Annabeth is so beautiful and perfect.

He grins the whole way home too, loading the groceries onto his arms and dropping them inside the door of their apartment when he gets there. Annabeth has already changed out of her work clothes and into a pair of soft shorts and a sweater, and when she looks up and smiles at him, he marches over to her and pulls her up for a kiss.

“I love you,” he says with a grin when he pulls back, peppering kisses across her face and skimming his fingers across her sides until she’s squirming away from him, shouting that she loves him too so he will stop.

“Is everything okay?” She asks when she catches her breath, crowding up against him and tucking herself under his chin.

Percy drops a kiss to the top of her head and hugs her tight. “Everything’s perfect.”

Okay but punk!Thomas working at his local mall’s hot topic that just so happens to be the favourite shopping place of genderfluid!Newt

Thomas never posing the cocky “oh I see your girlfriend’s birthday is coming up” shit when Newt checks out with cute black dresses and Disney hair clips as well as skinny jeans and muscle tanks

Newt purposefully trying on clothing items one at a time instead of all at once so he can see Thomas smile and hear him say “Sure thing, doll,” in that gorgeous voice of dripping honey whenever Newt asks to use the changing room

Thomas finally plucking up the courage one day to write “Wanna get coffee sometime?” along with his phone number on Newt’s receipt before slipping it into his bag AND THEN Newt catching a flash of ink whilst emptying his bag later that day, reading the note, and blushing like absolute crazy (maybe even squealing in excitement that the insanely good-looking tattooed employee had taken a liking to him, but he would never admit that) before quickly texting Thomas to plan a coffee date

Newt anxiously keeping his eyes down and fiddling with his bracelets until he reaches Thomas sitting at a table near the back of the coffee shop, as he had decided to wear his favourite flowing black skirt since he liked the way it looked and he knew Thomas didn’t think it was weird, but the looks he gets from strangers in the shop make his hands shake

Thomas smiling that warm smile at Newt and leaning halfway across the wooden table as to tilt Newt’s chin with his fingers so their eyes meet before saying softly “Don’t worry, you look beautiful, doll.”


i went on the website for the shop louis just followed

and there are lots of gems but this actually made me scream

@louis im begging,

Got7 Fan Meet in Toronto 5/21/16

-Got7 is perfection
-They sound awesome live
-They are literal gods in person,  so gorgeous
-Marks smile is literal sunshine
-blond mark and black haired Jackson
-Yugyeom has no chill
-Neither does BAM BAM
-Marks dancing is on point,  I died
-Jr Needs to sit down so I can live
-Jackson is a literal angel that makes me want to sin
-Youngjaes voice is heals illness,  stops wars, and solves world hunger
-JB is next level delicious and made me super thirsty
-It was so cute watching him dance in his chair
-I subsequently  fell in love a million times
-my bias list is ruined
-my life is in shambles
-Mark is just sooooooooooo
-Watching them interact with each other is adorable
-Markjin is real
-Jr.  Is the ultimate sass
-The hip thrusts and sexy dancing made me so thirsty - the girl infront of me collapsed multiple times because of this
-Everyone was thirsty
-We all died
-Bam really wants a moose - I shall buy it for him
-Jr’s ability to DANCE is underrated and get it
-Mark sang love yourself and again we died
-So did Youngjae and he slayed
-Jackson wants to go to all our homes - he can come to mine and live there forever
-I wished yugyeom and youngjae talked a bit more
-Consequently Youngjaes English is the best
-Touching their hands and encouraging them with “fighting” made my heart race for a thousand years
-Mark, JB and Jackson smiling at me was just ahsihfbwkejfosbahgdaob
-We sang happy birthday to BAM BAM and gave him a cake
-We took a picture with got7 with everyone dabbing
-Got7 saved kpop
-They saved my soul

When I see people still bitching about Alec's casting.

I know Alec has black, chin length hair in the books but Matthew Daddario–who has short black hair–plays Alec and I–and surely others– refuse to allow the show to make him wear a damn wig to please naysayers. Do you know how ridiculous that would look? Secondly, yes, Alec has blue eyes but have you seen how beautiful Matt’s are? They’re the most gorgeous shade of hazel…I just….Thirdly, I know Alec is shorter than Magnus in the books but once again…Matthew was cast and his tall ass is staying. And lastly, Cassie picked him so hush. This is our Alexander Gideon Lightwood and if you don’t like it, go watch the movie.💁

Originally posted by bellamylightwoodtrash