Like seriously, people tend to forget there are mixed raced characters and the idea that Lance could be mixed is amazing!
I think finally, people can stop complaining and whining about Lance’s last name since Keaton also considers Lance to probably be mixed. He’s not saying absolutely but he is saying there’s a chance (*≧∀≦*)
And I mean… look, people obviously like Keaton, @kayoinswife, and others like us are happy to have representation because mixed people do exist so now that’s a thought that is able to become a possibility!
In which Harry loves your boobs and hates when you sleep.
Omg please write something about harry and his missus boobs I’m dying for it
Harry has been in a mood since the moment he woke up, hands roaming your body under the sheets, cupping the underneath of your breasts, lips sponging over the back of your neck. He woke you up with his feely touches, much to your annoyance.
“Harry, leave me alone,” you mumbled, rolling away from him. The two of you were out late last night and had a long day ahead of you. You needed all the shut eye you could get.
“Jus’ wan’ some cuddles, love,” he complained with a tired whine, fingers snaking over your hip in an effort to pull you back to him.
“No, you don’t. Let me sleep.”
You had to shove his hands away twice more before he finally relented, climbing out of bed to get ready for the day. You were thankful for the peace, but no matter how hard you tried, there was no getting back to sleep.
Now, here you are, yawning through the doorway after a busy schedule of meetings and catch-ups, toeing off your shoes in the entryway. Your feet lead you to the couch where you collapse onto your back, eyes resting closed. A wave of relieved bliss washes over you until it’s broken once more.
Hi babes!💘 this is a smutty oneshot about the reader ignoring Tom when she gets an idea for a new painting, and Tom only wanting to gain her attention more! A small argument and sexy time ensues! I hope that you guys like it!👼🏻
When Tom had come home, he’d found her with her hair tossed messily into a bun, stains of color smeared across her skin, and standing in front of a rather large canvas dressed in an imbrued art smock. The smock in which his girlfriend sported was backless, and Tom was delighted to find that she was wearing nothing but a pair of sheer, pink panties and bobby socks beneath it. He not only had a clear view of her legs, but her bum as well, and there was absolutely no way Tom thought that he would be complaining about anything when she was in such a state, but, there he was, complaining.
“Baby,” Tom whined, flopping into the nearest chair to her, “pay attention to me. I’ve spent my entire day missing you and now you’re barely even speaking to me.”
She sighed, scrunching up her nose and pursing her lips, scrutinizing the piece of art in front of her. Crossing the room to mix together a concoction of red, pink, silver and white paint to create the perfect rosy tint, she answered Tom. “You know that I’m not trying to ignore you, I love you. It’s just that I think I may finally be breaking through the weird mental block I’ve had for a while.”
Tom nodded, understanding that she supported his artistic expressions, so he would have to buck up and support hers. It wasn’t as if he was unhappy with her painting, in fact, he was the exact opposite. He was thrilled to see her final product, and he loved seeing the spark of imagination light up her eyes, but as Tom said before, he missed her so much. Their time together had always been limited and he was jealous that her painting was receiving more attention than he was, considering that she could spend a million and one hours with her painting at her leisure, but she had maybe 90 something hours with him .
She plopped down into Tom’s lap and kissed him on the cheek, “you can mix the paints if you wanna.”
Tom held the spatula that his girlfriend had handed over to him, and did his best to focus on following her directions, while defying the feeling of his girlfriend in basically squirming around on his lap while she glided her soft, warm lips up and down the base of his throat in between her orders.
“Can I see what you’ve done so far?” Tom asked, curious as to what she was even painting.
Her kisses paused briefly, and then started up again between the words she said, “No! You can only see once I’m finished. I want it to be a surprise.”
Tom groaned, “is this good?” he motioned the colors he’d mixed. When she nodded, she made sure to turn her head to press a heavy, hot kiss to Tom’s lips before she hopped off of him. Sliding a hand down his face, Tom got up to leave the room. If he’d stayed there any longer, the images of her bending over in next to nothing would make him too hard to bare, so he decided that while she painted, he would busy himself with whatever nonsense that he came into contact with.
It had been a day and a half since her art project began, and since then, Tom had learned how assemble both a dresser and a cabinet, fixed every leaky faucet and broken appliance in her apartment, and had perfected a few random recipes he’d stumbled across on the internet. He was going out of his mind.
As time went on, she became even more and more appetizing to him. She was passionate and focused and Tom was, at that point, hard. No matter how many hot showers, cold showers, or even baths he’d taken, it wasn’t enough for him. Tom felt that if he didn’t have the real her soon, he’d burst into flames or melt into a puddle of sticky goo that would stain her carpet.
A few hours later, he heard the pitter patter of her socked feet rushing to meet him in the bedroom. Laying across her bed, Tom rolled over onto his side and peered at her smiling face when she entered the room.
“Tom, I need you.” She said, a blissful expression warming her features.
He quirked a brow at her, “oh yeah? What for, my darling, little love?” He looked her up and down, taking in the paint soils splashed all over her body, the exposed skin of her legs, her lack of bra, and hoped her response would indicate that she needed him to take her.
She rushed forward and knelt down by his bedside, taking his hand in hers, “help me with the painting, I’m just about finished.” She kissed his knuckles and laid her head onto her mattress.
“I thought that I wasn’t allowed to see it until it was all done?” Tom said confusedly.
“I know what I said, but I’ve changed my mind. The painting needs your special touch!” As she got up off the floor, still holding his hand, Tom could think of more than a few things that could use his special touch.
When she finally brought him to a stop in front of her painting, Tom understood why she hasn’t allowed him near it. He could tell that the figures trapped within her canvas were lovers, even though they appeared to be more similar to florets than people. All the colors were soft and romantic, and he could see that she had added a tinge of shimmer to particular images, so the painting looked mystical and otherworldly. Truth be told, if he’d gotten anywhere close to it earlier in the day, he would’ve messed it up.
“Darling,” Tom breathed out, desperately trying to figure out how to express the level of his admiration to her, “I just don’t know how you manage to be so fucking magical all the time. It’s beautiful, I love it, but I’m afraid that me just standing this close to it will ruin it. Unless you need me to lift it, I don’t know how to help you.” Tom bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead, moving to tuck some of her untamed fringe back behind her ear, where he couldn’t help himself but press a kiss to her earlobe as well.
Tugging his mouth back down onto hers, she mumbled in between long kisses, “help me just fill in a few spots, then it’s yours. I read somewhere that if someone helps you complete a task, the task, or in this case, the painting, will make that person think of you.” She broke away from Tom for a brief moment, and Tom heard her airly whisper into the crook of his neck, “I wanna make you think of me.”
Tom’s eyes opened and he guided her body away from his, “what are you talking about?” He was so genuinely puzzled that his confusion took the place of his desire to have her until the sun came up. “I always think of you. Literally, always. Ask anyone I work with, I never shut up about you.”
“Okay,” she said, disbelief laced firmly into her tone. Grabbing a paintbrush, she leaned into Tom to kiss him again.
“No, no, baby. Honestly, do you not believe me?” Tom was growing so perplexed that he was starting to get angry. “I love you, do I not tell you enough or something?” He knew that he was being abrasive and slightly over sensitive, but he didn’t know why she was playing as if Tom didn’t care for her.
Groaning, she walked out of Tom’s reach and back to where she stored her varying paints. “Tom, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“Uhm, nope. I’m going to worry about this because I’m pretty sure that this is something most couples in a healthy relationship would speak about.” Tom said, moving to stand in front of her.
“Let’s not do this,” she said, pushing her art smock’s strap back up to it’s proper place on her shoulder.
“No, no, let’s!” Tom declared.
“Tom, no! There is literally no point to this argument, if you don’t want to help, it’s cool.” She stood onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the corner of Tom’s unprepared lips. “See? It’s all good,” she said, going around Tom and back to her mostly filled in canvas.
“Please, can you just talk to me, darling?” Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her body to him as tightly as he could without crushing her. “I love you and what’s important to you is what’s important to me. So please, please clue me in.”
The girl didn’t even need to turn around to feel his puppy dog eyes burning a hole into her back. “Fine,” she said shortly, “when ‘Homecoming’ drops, you’re going to be huge, bigger than you already are. Like you’ve said before, life is going to change and nobody can say for sure what will and will not change, only that there will be changes, and if life makes you go away, at least you’ll have this painting. At least I’ll be remembered as the girl who painted you the weirdly rosy painting.”
Tom was so stunned that he couldn’t think of one appropriate thing to say. “Are you serious? Sounds like you’re pretty sure you know what’s going to happen with us, huh, smart girl?” He knew that getting mad wasn’t going to help the situation, but his feelings were hurt that she thought he’d drop her just like that.
Removing his hands from her body, Tom turned, “fuck it, that is so irritating. I am not leaving you, and unless you plan on ditching me, I think that we’re going to be together for more than a long while, darling.” He sneered, pacing back and forth across the limited space her living room provided. “This is ridiculous, you’re so intelligent, so why you’ve gotten that into your head, I have no idea. I’ve made sure to factor you into nearly all aspects of literally everything I do, now why do you think that is?”
She knew that she was being dumb, but she couldn’t help it. She was so paranoid that Tom would be out one day and he would come across someone shiny and new, and then he’d realize that being with her was not what he wanted anymore. When she started her painting, her only goal had been to give Tom something that would leave an imprint of her in his mind, so that no matter what happened with them in the future, she would still be apart of him.
Her eyes grew glassy and tears threatened to boil over her waterline and smudge her mascara. She was mad at herself for being so insecure, and for possibly ruining her relationship with the one thing she’d meant to sort of bandage over her issues, and she couldn’t come up with a statement to justify herself to Tom.
Tom looked over to her figure, standing in front of the pink canvas, frilled bobby socks and lacy blue panties in all. Even though he was both pissed off and taken aback by her behavior, Tom couldn’t deny the urge to just slam himself into and make her understand she was the only person on the planet for him. Muttering, “oh, for fucks sake,” Tom marched purposefully over to her and smashed his lips roughly down onto hers.
Yanking her hair out of it’s rubber confinement, he broke away from her to watch it tumble down in waves to frame her face. Forcing her to look into his eyes by pressing a finger beneath her chin, Tom practically growled, “I am not going anywhere without you in my life. It’s like they say on that one soap opera that never seems to end, you’re my person. Couldn’t leave you to save my life, I’d come back to you forever.” He looked into her eyes, trying to find better words to make her understand that he was completely and utterly dead serious. “Get it?”
Her lips were puffy and her skin was still soft, despite being nearly every color of the rainbow and Tom was going to rip that smock off her body if it was the last thing he did. He could tell that she was humiliated that she let her paranoia get the best of her, and Tom, for a brief thought thought that she deserved it for thinking so lowly of their relationship. He only stopped once he took into account that if the roles were reversed, he’d be a snivelling mess of a human being because she was an angel among humans. He didn’t deserve her, but then again, surely no one else did either.
Tom’s grip on her calmed and he lovingly pried the paintbrush out of her hand and shuffled her around in his arms so that she too faced her masterpiece. “We’re going to paint this together,” Tom said, as his hands began softly untying the knot of her smock. “I’m going to continue thinking of you always and forever, even though you’re still going to be my girl and I’ll still be undeniably yours. Got it?”
Her eyes fell shut and she gasped when she felt Tom’s mouth press adoringly wet kisses to her exposed shoulders. She arched her back as one of Tom’s hands moved to the front of her body to knead her breasts. Blinking her eyes open, she saw that Tom’s other hand was still clutching the paintbrush and that he was currently dipping its tip into a circle of paint. “Answer me,” Tom ordered, sinking his teeth into her skin.
“Got it, got it, got it,” she rambled out dreamily. “Gonna be your girl forever.”
Maneuvering her slightly so that his view of the canvas would be clearer, Tom began to paint the little empty spaces she’d left for him with long brushstrokes. “That’s right sweetheart, my girl forever.” Switching hands, Tom held her to him with the hand that was also holding the paintbrush, and yanked the closest chair in arm’s reach over to where they stood. Sitting down, Tom guided her around to face him before pulling her onto his lap.
Her cheeks were rosy from a mix of blush and paint and her lips were parted and her chest was heaving. Her gaze flicked up and down Tom’s body so obviously that he had to smirk. Forcing her closer, Tom brought his hips closer to hers and watched as she subconsciously leaned into him, bracing her hands on his chest.
She shuffled a bit further onto his lap, so that she was aligned perfectly with the bulge in his jeans. Letting out a gasp, her hips bucked against him and she bit down on her lip to prevent another louder gasp from escaping.
Tom’s arms constricted themselves around her, one went around her waist and the other tangled itself into her hair. “I think the painting is finished.”
Not even turning to look, she nodded, breathing out a response so faint that Tom couldn’t even make it out. She slid a hand under Tom’s shirt to trace over the lines of defined muscle on his stomach. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I don’t know why my head makes me think things like that.”
Tom kissed her tenderly on both cheeks before placing an even softer kiss to her mouth, “it’s alright, darling. I don’t know why I got so mad before. I honestly don’t know how my head would make me think if our roles were reversed.”
“I’ll love you forever,” she said, rolling her hips onto Tom’s lap.
“I’ll love you for some time after that,” Tom chuckled, his hips beginning to meet hers. “But don’t take my word for it,” Tom began to litter kisses up and down her throat while he reached up to untie her smock, “let me show you how fucking much I love you.”
“Okay,” she said, her lips covering Tom’s as his hands tore the art smock from her body. Their hips collided as their clothes became one with her floor, and the rosy painting in front of them was to be hung and framed in the apartment that they came to share.
You jolted awake at the sudden pressure you felt at your clit. You moaned, shutting your eyes and arching your back. Your hands scrunched at the sheets beside you, your stomach contracting and releasing with your small pants. You groaned as his tongue continuously rolled over your clit, causing your hips to rise to gain more pressure. You felt a strong arm crawl across your stomach, pushing you down. You sighed in frustration, wanting more contact and pressure. You felt his tongue glide slowly down between your folds, before moving back up, avoiding your most sensitive part on purpose. You turned your head to the side, eyebrows furrowing in more frustration. You didn’t expect to wake up like this, but you definitely weren’t complaining.
“Pietro..” You whined, moving your hands under the covers to blindly grab a hold of his bed hair. He moaned into your core as a response, causing you to tug on his hair. He moved the arm that was holding you down to use his long fingers to delicately part your folds wider, allowing him more access to you. You felt him press his tongue firmly down on you, swirling it faster than before. He moved it in a figure eight motion, moving his head up and down to gather all the juices that you had to offer. You lifted your hips slightly more, silently begging for his tongue on where you needed it more. He proceeded to move his head up, increasing his speed and changing the pattern of his tongue when he got to your clit. The pressure he applied with his tongue got harder and he sucked faster. The sudden change of pace caused your eyes to roll back, gasping and moving your hips against his, enjoying the sensation. You started to feel warmth fill the bottom of your stomach, while some sweat gathered at your forehead. You felt his stubble scratch lightly at your inner thighs. Any other time you it would tickle you, but right now it was turning you on beyond belief.Your legs tightened slightly around his head, making his arms move down to spread your legs wider. Your breaths and pants became shallower and shallower, as your moans became louder. You felt the covers move off your body, Pietro’s head between your legs coming into view. You knew he knew you were close because he loved seeing you come undone. Pietro eyes stayed glued to yours, the intense gaze bringing you closer to the edge. His eyes looked down, concentrating his tongue on your clit, moving it even faster to increase the sensation. His relentless lapping at your core caused you to throw your head back upon the pillows and pant harder from the sensation. Your fingers pulled on his head before you came undone. He continued to suck and lap his tongue, collecting everything you had to offer. You let go of his hair, legs relaxing as you tried to even out your breathing.
You smiled at him, almost becoming turned on at the sheer gleam he had over his mouth and some on his stubble.
Yes, TOG 6 was pushed back. But that’s alright. Chaol is getting his own novel, and I’m hyped for that. But to the people complaining about TOG 6 being pushed back, please, please stop complaining about it being pushed back. It could’ve been pushed back two years instead of a year and a half. SJM is a person. She’s not some robot cranking out content. She can have health issues. She’s working on Catwoman, ACOWAR, and the sixth book in TOG. That’s enough to make anyone collapse. And she’ll have things to attend for you, her fans. Suck it up and stop complaining, because no amount of whining is going to change that. Give Sarah a break already. She deserves it.
• the other members really underestimate how much of a gentleman he is when he’s w/ you
• like they see yall roughhousing all the time, just rolling all around the floor and having tickling wars and smearing ice cream all over each other’s noses but…….. like Sehunnie is so sweet and thoughtful
• esp when they’re not around, I mean ESP CHANBAEK
• bc he knows the teasing is just started when they sit on either side of him on the couch after you’ve just left their place, eyeing him and smirking “so uh, you really are in love with y/n, aren’t you ;;;? Yeol, I can’t believe this baby’s grown up so fast we ain’t ready"
• but seriously tho, he’ll open doors for you and pull out your chair
• even lets you sleep on his arm when you abandon your pillow in the middle of the night aw
• tusendre KING tho
• like he’ll throw in a compliment out of nowhere so suddenly, acting all cool and nonchalant
• BUT HIS HEART IS BEATING REALLY FAST AND HE JUST WANTS YOU TO FEEL LOVED AND APPRECIATED WITHOUT SCARING YOU AND BEING TOO FORWARD
• sarcasm is his well-known trait ofc, and you’ve become a master at deciphering whether he’s being serious or not
• bc let’s face it no one can ever tell w/ his pokerface :^)))
• he’d find the stupidest excuses just to keep texting you late at night when you’re both supposed to be sleeping
• "hey y/n, what time is it?” “Sehun you’re literally on your phone right now”
• “I can’t sleep I’m having nightmares ;(((( come cuddle me and play with my hair” “ok sure, lemme just fly out to China real quick”
• “don’t be mean jfc I just wanna keep talking to you. I’ll just cuddle vivi instead bye.”
• high key has taken the Harry Potter sorting quiz a million times
• and gets mad every time yall end up in different houses
• “I know I shouldn’t have let a Slytherin into my house smh, vivi come here n lemme take this quiz for u real quick”
• + nonstop texts full of meme replies
• he’d use his long legs to wrap around you when you’re cold and can’t sleep
• esp if you’re always complaining about him hogging the covers
• offers to feed you food
• and proceeds to laugh for 20 mins bc now there’s sauce on your chin and he’s a literal child
• but then he’s a weirdo bc he’s like I’m offering to lick it, and you’re like ???? Wtf no <<
• one time he tried cooking for you to surprise you
• and when he saw your disgusted face he was a lil butthurt, ngl
• “?? Aren’t you supposed to at least lie and say you liked it so you wouldn’t hurt my feelings? So cold hearted”
• “Well I think you permanently damaged my stomach so a ‘no thank you’ is all you’re gonna get, Oh”
• he hates being away from you and the members totally pick up on it
• so at least 3 times a day you’ll be getting calls and snaps from suho and chanyeol of your grouchy bf
• only bc he’s too stubborn to call you and say he misses you himself bc he’s sure he’ll cry
• or worse…………
• say I love you and you might not say it back yikes
• well I mean one time you heard him snort over the phone while he was laughing sooo………you never let him live it down
• always stares at you before waking you up but he’ll never admit it
• Sehun is intrigued by the way you always talk with your hands, sometimes even chuckles and calls you out on it
• “no babe, I mean it’s cute. ur cute”
• he’s extra cuddly in the morning, I’ll just leave that up for your imagination
• no but really
• his lips will unconsciously be at your shoulders and neck, while he’s completely aldeep and unaware
• sometimes he’ll lightly bite you???????
• and when he finds the little red marks when he wakes up he’s like “!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who did that?? Was it vivi???? Baby :(”
• “Sehun is2g”
• movie nights are his favorite nights I bet
• bc at some point yall would always end up making out halfway through the movie so ;;;;
• he’d love to hug you from behind and press his lil nose against your neck
• “u smell good babe, is that my cologne lmao”
• when he’s feeling cheeky he’s a ball of energy and fluff
• like he’ll straddle you and presses kisses all over your face, proclaiming his love for you for the 5th time that day • grins when you smack his booty “wow it always bounces, how are you so thicc”
• ALSO when you call him baby………………..get ready to be snuggled for an hour
• gosh he loves to be pampered by you and when you call him cute lil nicknames like that, that’s when he feels most special and loved by you
• like yall are just hella goofy w/ each other
• listen he’ll complain and whine and be clingy sometimes, but I bet he’ll always be thanking whoever it is that made you walk into his life and change it for for the good 💛
Can I PLS make more girl friends on tumblr. Like my.inbox is just guys and most just want nudes (not all but the lot of em) and like damn girl I’ll reblog ur selfie and put all the emojis. I am a 10/10 good girl friend
The ball flew at full speed towards Liam. Before he could catch the ball with his lacrosse stick, Y/N ran towards him. She aimed low before standing up straight and flipped him over her shoulder. Liam let out a loud groan when his back hit the hard ground.
“Nice job, Little McCall!” Coach Finstock yelled across the field before he blew the whistle, signaling the end of practice. “Hit the showers! Your stench is making my eyes watery!”
A couple of guys jogged towards the locker rooms, while others grabbed a quick drink from the table filled with water bottles. Scott rushed to Liam’s side, who was still struggling to sit up. Y/N removed her helmet as she walked right pass them without so much as glancing at them.
“Y/N, what the hell?” Scott hissed. “You could have hurt him.”
“We both know he’ll be perfectly fine,” she said over her shoulder as she kept on waking towards the girls’ locker room.