his clothes are wrong

Hey @ximenib!! I heard that you weren’t doing so well, so….guess who I drew for ya!! :D I hope you feel better soon buddy!

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Alec visits “Magnus”

2x12 | You Are Not Your Own | Sneak Peek

Butterfly Wings

Hunk:
Lance and Hunk had been roommates for almost a month now.
Hunk had been surprised by just how well him and the loud happy go lucky guy had gotten along.
It was almost like Lance decided the two would be friends and that was that.
From the way the two acted around each other you would think they had been friends for years.
There was a kind of comfortable intimacy that few had.
However there was one thing that Hunk had always been a bit worried about.
Lance had never changed in front of him.
Most would just assume that Lance was a shy guy.
But not Hunk, Hunk knew Lance and he was anything but shy.
Plus he couldn’t shake the feeling it had something to do with their first meeting where Hunk had admitted to being bisexual.
Now every time Lance took his pile of clothes to the bathroom to get changed, Hunk felt a stab of anxiety.
“See you in a bit buddy.” Lance said as he left the room to change into his Pjs.
“H-hang on a second.” Hunk stood up from his bed. He was pale and his hands were shaking.
Lance realised something was wrong and placed his clothes down. “Hunk whats wrong?” He asked in concern.
“I… Im going to ask for a room change.” Hunk stared at his feet. He expected Lance to laugh maybe even get mad.
What he didn’t expect was silence.
Hunk looked up and suddenly felt like his heart was in a vice.
Lance was staring at him in shock with silent tears falling down his cheeks.
“L-Lance?” Hunk reached out towards him but Lance stepped back.
“Fine! If that’s what you want!” He snapped grabbing the pile and running from the room slamming the door behind him.
Hunk stood there in shock for a moment with only the sound of his own heart beating.
He had never imagined such a reaction. He thought Lance would be relieved to be rid of him not… Upset.
Hunk spied Lance’s clothes left abandoned on his bed and sighed. He’ll need them…
Even if Lance was mad at him Hunk wouldn’t let him spend the night without his pjs.
He picked them up and headed to the closest block of bathrooms.
“Lance you forgot your-” Hunk cut off when he saw Lance.
He was shirtless and his back him showing pale blotches covering his pale skin.
Lance spun round in surprise showing his chest and arms were also covered in the pale patches.
His eyes were wide like a deer caught in headlights.
“H-hunk…” Lance sounded so small and vulnerable that Hunk didn’t hesitate to grab him and pull him into a bone crushing hug.
“So I’m guessing this is why you never changed in front of me?” Hunk asked softly.
Lance nodded burying his face in the crook of his neck. “I couldn’t bare if you laughed at me.”
“Why would I laugh at you? It’s just Vitiligo right? Your ok?” He asked.
Lance was quiet for a moment before nodding “yeah it’s Vitiligo … not many people know what it is.”
“Yeah well my dad has it. And here I thought that you didn’t want to change in front of me because I’m Bi”
Lance looked up before before bursting out laughing “dude why would I care about that, I’m pan.”
“Oh” Hunk started laughing along with him.
“So we cool dude?” Lance asked after a while.
“Yeah, your not getting rid of me that easily.”

Imagine...Dean Making Excuses To Be Close

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: I’m so glad requests are open! Can you write one where Dean and the reader are together and she buys a new body lotion and it smells really fruity ( you can chose which fruit it smells like) and Dean just follows her around and makes excuses it to be close to her because he really loves how it smells, something fluffy and funny?

Pairing: Dean x reader


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Dream A Little Dream of Me

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1908

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Sex, swearing, and oral (female receiving). 


Originally posted by bucha-nan


Bucky’s eyes popped open at the sound of his name. He sat up in bed and looked around the dark room. Nothing out of the ordinary. He scrubbed his hand down his face and pushed his hair back off his forehead. Maybe he had been dreaming…

Buck… o-oh…”

He turned his head to look at you sleeping next to him. Or, maybe you were the one who was dreaming.

He flipped on the lamp that was on his bedside table and laid down facing you, propping his body up with his elbow. He smiled when a soft moan left your lips. You were on your back, blanket twisted around your body. Your legs were moving restlessly and your hands were clutching at the sheet.

Bucky reached over and started to slowly pull the blanket away from your body. He pushed it to the end of the bed and scooted closer to you. Placing his flesh hand on your stomach where your tank top had ridden up, he leaned down to your ear, “Tell me what you want sugar.”

You whimpered, still asleep. He looked down to where his fingers were now tracing the edge of your panties. Your muscles jumped underneath his fingertips. He continued his exploration, lightly brushing his fingers over your navel. He pushed your tank top up even further, stopping just below your breasts.

“Come on doll face, wake up.” He said, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. His thumb grazed over your lashes and along your cheekbone.

“Hi.” He whispered softly when your eyes fluttered open.

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 The Wrong Strain by @colubrina

Everyone knew what veela were. Veela were magical creatures, breathtakingly beautiful, who captivated men with a single look. It would have been nice to have been that strain. Instead, Hermione Granger was infected by another. Instead of captivating all men, she was captivated by one. She’d die without him. She was already in almost constant pain.

a not short, incomplete list of things, experiences, people, etc. that Andrew has no choice but to remember the exact details of (abuse tw) 

  • every unwanted, unwarranted, unsolicited hand on his body that he cant rid the feeling of no matter how hard he scrubs at his skin till its raw and red and sometimes bleeding when he rubs open a scabbed over scar now needing to heal all over again 
  • every insult, every name, every last bully that he’s ever met in his life, he remembers every word of all those exchanges - he remembers back to when he used to care, when those words used to hurt, when he used to try to fight back, to stand up to those bullies - but he also remembers the exact exchange when all the fight left him and he couldnt bring himself to even acknowledge that he was being talked at, sneered at the same way as the last time, but how, this time he just. didnt care. 
  • he remembers the names of all his foster brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers no matter how hard hes tried to forget most of them he remembers their faces and their voices and the exact conversations hes had with some of them, but he also remembers the lack of conversations with others 
  • he remembers every slap…punch, kick, kiss…
  • he remembers how, when he said the right thing, scripted and total lies on his part, how some of his foster mothers would smile at him just the right way so he could pretend for just that second he had someone who cared 
  • he remembers how each and every one of those foster mothers let him down time after time after time after 
  • he remembers every name they called him, ever soft ‘Andrew’ when they first met him, every time if turned from soft to sharp, every time it turned from sharp to silence
  • it’s the silence that cut deeper than anything - that hurt the most
  • till it didn’t hurt at all 
  • he remembers every handshake, every pat down, every uncalled for shove from police or foster families or other authorities in his life 
  • he remembers every time he’d been but in handcuffs and every conversation he’s had in the back of a police car, or lack of conversation on his part 
  • he remembers Cass 
  • he remember officer Higgins
  • he remembers Tilda, he remembers the lack of Tilda 
  • he remembers Drake 
  • he remembers the lack of remembrance, after they started him on the drugs
  • how they messed with his brain, with his memory 
  • how even though they tried to change parts of him, his memory remained, how even through his drug-addled brain, he remembered conversations and people, and sessions with Bee and meeting the Foxes, meeting Wymack
  • he remembers feeling different in this group of people than he ever did in any foster family 
  • he remembers his deal with Aaron, the exact words that were exchanged
  • he remembers Nicky, exactly how he looked after being beat up that one night 
  • he remembers how Allison and Seth had made it clear they wanted nothing to do with him and how he had heard it all before 
  • he remembers Dan, he remembers how, through what little words she said to him, she reminded him of Cass 
  • he remembers her the night they took Matt out to Columbia, and just how close he saw her to snapping 
  • Neil makes it hard to forget Matt
  • and Kevin makes it hard to forget him, but Andrew does remember the promise they made 
  • …he remembers a lot of promises 
  • he remembers Neil 
  • he remembers ever wanted, warranted, solicited touch and kiss and and bite and caress
  • every yes and every no
  • he remembers every word the two of them exchanged after Proust 
  • he remembers Baltimore as if it were yesterday
  • he remembers every question and answer and pause in conversation and every too-fast sentence that one of them just had to get out 
  • he remembers what Neil wore to his graduation 
  • he remembers what Neil wore when Andrew came to visit the year after
  • he could verbally tell you the exact way Neil looks like in his gear, down to the grass stain on the bottom left corner of his jersey and the wrinkles from how he folds his clothes the wrong way and the way the fabric is stretched a bit too much at the back where he hangs his clothes on the hook in the locker room  
  • he remembers the feel Neil’s scars under his fingertips 
  • he remembers the feel of Neil’s scarred face under his palm
  • he remembers the cat conversation and the apartment theyd have to get to accommodate them all 
  • he remembers their first night in said apartment 
  • he remembers every damn time he has to write out a grocery list when its Neil’s turn to do the groceries and how Neil just has to yell what he needs from the kitchen as Andrew throws on a sweatshirt and leaves with a “AND CILANTRO!” being yelled out of the window  
  • he remembers when Neil stopped saying “don’t forget [xyz]” bc Neil realized that Andrew never forgot, just ignored when he wanted to 
  • he remembers every version of their “i hate you” their “100%” their “nothing” their “not wanting anything” conversations over the years
  • he remembers every promise he made and kept to Neil 
  • and every one Neil made and kept to him 
  • and yeah 
  • he still remembers the bad and the ugly and the unsightly 
  • but he has Neil to make memories with, happy and good and better 
  • he has that 
  • and he’s forever grateful that he remembers every “thank you” and soft “i love you” and softer “Andrew” 
Preference "How they react to you being oblivious to sex noises coming from the other room"

(Yay for our fave thinking we’re innocent :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :) Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)

Negan-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d burst out into laughter uncontrollably and just wonder if you’re being serious. He wouldn’t believe how oblivious you could be and scoot closer to ask questions that would slowly make you realize what was happening in the next room, only to smirk once you’d catch on and suggest some plans.

Daryl-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d at first not understand the situation as well, only to laugh as he’d catch on. He’d laugh so genuinely, you wouldn’t understand as to what you had said was funny but just smile to hear him that way. As he’d turn to catch you smiling, he’d ruffle your hair and just pull you in a tight hug, teasing you for being so clueless.

Rick-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d chuckle and just find the situation to be a rather funny one. He’d turn away to avoid laughing even more and just try to get you to go back to sleep, only for to get curious and repeat yourself, making him burst into laughter. Even more when he feels you shaking him to get him to speak.

Merle-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d think you were being sarcastic and turn to look at you in the eyes. He’d ask you to stop fooling around like that and start to jokingly accuse you of acting that way just to get his attention, only to gladly give it to you as he’d approach closer to press his lips to yours and start to touch you.

Glenn-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d be confused and would just nervously laugh. He’d wonder if you were being serious and start to ask you about it, only to let it slip up that sometimes you tend to make noises like that, making you self conscious and realize the situation.

Carl-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d realize how actually more mature he is then you and just smirk to himself. He’d then try to make you figure it out by giving you hints, only to end up getting to shy and just giving up. He’d turn away to try and get some sleep, only to end up blurting it out to you as you’d keep egging him on.

The Governor-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d give you a stern look and shake his head in disbelief. He’d bring you closer to him and whisper in your ear about how you need to stop acting so innocent with him around, as he’d gladly make you dirty. As you would still not catch on to any of it, he’d end up touching you, making you moan.

Abraham-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d clap his hands and shake his head, while laughing at you. He’d find it unbelievable that you would be this oblivious and would just be lost in his thoughts on how hilarious you were being, ignoring you as you’re shaking him to make him stop mocking you.

Eugene-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d explain to you matter a factly as to what was going on and who and who were getting it on. He’d prop himself up to look you in the eyes and just explain to you with a serious tone as to what was happening, embarrassing you rather quickly.

Ron-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d feel the same as you except he’d be rather pissed about it. He’d want you to get your proper sleep and think it was unfair for you to have to hear all of it. He’d reach to hold your hand and simply tell you to give him a moment, only to walk over and tell them to tone it down.

Jesus-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d think you were joking and get it on it with you with his comments, all while being sarcastic about it. He’d agree with you in a rather mocking tone, thinking you were saying all those comments just to have someone to talk to at night, not for once taking you seriously.

Dwight-When you’d innocently complain about the obvious sex noises coming from the other room, he’d think you were joking and smirk to himself, thinking he understands what you mean. He’d turn to your side of the bed and stare at you in the eyes, looking at you as if trying to make you understand the situation next door, only to end up chuckling and press his lips to yours, thinking this is what you wanted.

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anonymous asked:

Serpent Jughead takes good girl Betty to Prom, like in an old car of a motorcycle. Maybe like he wears his Serpent jacket instead of a tux and maybe they are questioning their fate but Archie and Ronnie rig the votes for them to be prom king and queen

Oof, this was actually a little tricky to write.
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“What’s up Arch, I got your text?” Jughead asked as he slid into the booth across from his best friend. The red haired boy staring questioningly at Jughead.

“You either don’t know, or you don’t care.” He said agitated. Causing Jughead to look up at the sudden shift in his tone.

“Don’t know what?”

Archie pulled his backpack onto the table, digging inside of it and pulling out swatches of different colored fabrics
“Do you know what these are?” He asked.

Jughead stared at them for a few seconds, trying to find the answer to this ridiculous riddle Archie seemed to be playing
“They’re.. pieces of.. clothes?” He questioned hopefully.

“Wrong!” Archie slammed his hands on the table, sending Jughead flying backward into the booth in shock
“These are bow tie, fabric samples! I have gone over them thirteen times with Veronica, do you want to know why I have done that?” His eyes shifted crazily and Jughead opened his mouth to speak

“I..”

“Because Jughead, it is Junior Prom. And every girl wants the perfect Junior Prom, therefore it is up to us as boyfriends to make that Junior Prom Perfect. Imagine my surprise when my good pal Betty tells me she’ll be going alone, now I know you’re caught up with your Serpent stuff and I know you don’t go to Riverdale anymore but Betty being happy is important to me, you should have seen her face when she told me she was going alone.. I mean it was…”

Jughead jumped out of the booth and skidded to his feet, running towards the door and cursing as he gripped his Leather jacket, shitshitshitshit. She had mentioned it, and he had been meaning to ask her, he was still thinking of a plan to do it. She had been completely supportive of his new life on the south side and he knew how hard it was for her, he had wanted to do this for her, makeup for the homecoming dance that had been ruined, but he damn well forgot. He stood in front of her front door, glancing at his phone, she would be coming out any minute now, she had late night cheerleading practice and he usually walked her to the school, lately he had been so busy he hadn’t had the time, she said she understood but he knew how badly he had been hurting her lately. He was such an asshole.

Right on time, Betty walked onto her front porch, her eyes widening when she saw her boyfriend before she broke out in a beaming smile
“Juggie” she said softly, pushing her pompoms into her backpack, the surprise and happiness on her face should have made him feel better but it only cemented the fact that he had been incredibly neglectful to his amazing girlfriend.

“Hey Juliet.” He smiled miserably, dropping a kiss to her cheek and swinging an arm over her shoulder

“To what do I owe the honor.” She teased, looking up at him and snuggling into his leather clad side. Jughead took a deep breathe, inhaling the peaches and vanilla of her shampoo, the soft feel of her silky blonde curls spurring on his confidence
“I’ve come to ask the fair lady to the ever cliche Junior Prom.” He said cornily, wrapping an arm around her waist. Betty stiffened before pulling away and laughing sadly

“That’s okay. It’s totally unnecessary, I’m sure you have better things to do than hang around some school dance with a bunch of your old classmates.” She pulled her backpack over her shoulder and he quickly took it off draping it over his own shoulder, he looked down at her, his eyebrows furrowed, did she really think he didn’t want to go with her? That she wasn’t important enough for him?

“I want to go Betty, I want to go with you.” He reassured her, stopping her in her tracks, and moving a hand to cup her cheek. Betty melted into his embrace before sighing

“You don’t have to do this Jug, I know how busy you are with the serpents, it’s just a silly dance.” She shrugged, standing on the steps of Riverdale

“Bets, we’re going and it’s going to be the perfect night okay? It’s our chance to forget about the serpents and everything in between, it’ll be just us. got it?“he said sternly, a goofy smile playing on his face as she leaned towards him, brushing her lips against his

"Okay Romeo, whatever you say.” With that she headed into the gym and left Jughead alone with his thoughts, it had to be perfect, she deserved it.

Unfortunately nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to either Betty Cooper or Jughead Jones, the night of the dance Jugheads truck broke down leaving him without any vehicle to pick up his girlfriend for their perfect night. To make it even better when he was trying to fix the engine, oil splattered all over his tuxedo leaving him in his suit pants and his leather Serpents Jacket, the only way he was going to get Betty to the Dance would be with his fathers motorcycle, the entire bike filled with Southside serpent bumper stickers and emblems. He pulled up to the Cooper Residence and took a deep breath, she was going to leave him, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. Standing by the bike, leaning against the offending object his jaw nearly dropped to the floor when Betty exited her house.

She was wearing a long light yellow dress, it was strapless and showed off her toned arms, the top was folded pieces of soft fabric and the bottom billowed when she walked giving her the appearance that she was flying, his gaze skimmed the tan skin the dress left bare before landing on her face, her long dark lashes were thicker and framing her gorgeous light green eyes,her lips were shiny and her cheeks were rosy. He admired the way her long blonde curls were pushed out of her face but still left to fall down her back, clipped together by some sparkly contraption. She was going to be the most beautiful girl in the room and he couldn’t wait to take a picture and show the guys at Southside High.

Betty skeptically eyed the motorcycle and he instantly remembered what an asshole he was.

“The truck broke down, and I got oil on my tux its the best I could do.. Betty I’m so sorry, I..”

She cut him off with a simple peck and mounted the motorcycle

“There’s a first time for everything right, maybe I should have worn my ponytail, I’m not sure how well my hair will hold up on this thing” she giggled slightly as he slid in front of her, still feeling absolutely horrible but the feel of her tiny hands around his waist made him feel slightly better as she held on tight.

When they arrived at the dance, he immediately heard the murmurs from his classmates

“He’s a serpent!”
“Look at his jacket”
“Did you see what he showed up in?”
“Poor Betty, he doesn’t even care”

Betty sensed the tension in her boyfriends shoulders and gently tugged him towards the dance floor, wrapping herself in his arms.

“Thankyou for taking me tonight Juggie.”

The dark haired boy let out a sigh as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face
“You shouldn’t be thanking me for this Betty, I should have asked you sooner, I should have been more prepared. I ruined this night. I know that you have a lot on the line dating a Serpent and I haven’t made it any easier on you, I’ve been horrible to you. I’m so sorry, I love you so much and I just…” Betty cut him off, pressing her lips to his.

“I love you too, tonight was perfect because I was with you. I don’t need all the flashy business , I just want you. Gang member and all.” She teased, running her fingers over the logo on his back.

“You really are something else Betty Cooper.” He whispered dreamily, wrapping his arms tighter around Betty and sending up a silent prayer to whoever was up there for giving him the absolute best girlfriend in the world.

Maybe the town would try and divide them but together? They were stronger than all of the white noise.

Do You Understand?

Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluffy Smut and a little comedy

Word Count:3.350

Warnings: Sexual Content

A/N:I started this a while ago but I didn’t finish it until now. *pats self on back* Anywhooo, Namjoon tutor smut *Mind Blown*

The moodboard was made by me. I don’t own any of the photos. Credit to the owners:)

Math was never your forte. It was your most boring class in fact. You tried to occupy yourself with something else every second you could which resulted in this class being the only one you were barely passing. You weren’t stupid. Far from it. It’s just that this class always had you falling asleep and you barely put up an effort to fight it. You didn’t care for the subject and that made it your only weak subject.

When your math professor called you by to speak about your grade however, you definitely paid attention. He assigned you a study partner to help you improve your knowledge of what you knew in his class. You weren’t upset but you didn’t want to waste anyone’s time when you knew a little effort could go a long way. You were forced to meet your study buddy tomorrow and were given the address to meet them at. No more information, just that.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a fic about Nico and Will's wedding?

Anon 2: Me chive requested this before, can’t remember for sure though… Story in which Will learns his wedding vows in Italian for Nico

Anon 3: could you write a fic about their wedding unless there already is one:o


Nico absolutely was not crying. His eyes were simply trying to clear out the eyelash that had gotten stuck a few minutes ago. Conveniently the same time Will started his surprise vows. His surprise vows that he learned in Italian, just for Nico. No, Nico wasn’t crying. He had laughed wetly at first, at the way Will absolutely butchered words and pronunciations of Nico’s mother tongue, but it was still the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for Nico, and, okay, maybe Nico was crying.

“Nico, I’ve known you since we were kids, and I’ve always known that you were someone special that I would want to be with always. You have always been there for me, and you have always wanted what was best for me. You’re incredible, you are my rose, my eternal light, and I could never dream of a world where you do not exist by my side, and I by yours. You are the only one who can get me away from myself and what is in front of me, and let me understand that while my intentions can be good, I’m not always doing the best thing. I could go on, but I know this probably sounds awful coming out of my American mouth,” Will laughed as Nico smiled, wiping away a few tears, “and no one but you knows what I’m saying. You are my rock, and I hope that you will let me be next to you as your husband for the rest of our time.” Nico was nodding swiftly as Will finished, too choked up to try and vocalize. Instead he held out a trembling hand, and Will took it, always steady and calm in the midst of Nico’s whirlwind emotions. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

The rest of the ceremony went by in a blur, and Nico probably kissed Will too hard and too soon, but who could blame him? Will had learned his vows in Italian for Nico, and no one had ever loved Nico or cared about him enough to go through all that trouble just to show him how much they loved him. And here was Will, who had just done both and proved it to Nico in front of at least a hundred people. Honestly, Nico was surprised he had even been able to hold back that much.

When they found themselves alone for a moment between the ceremony and the reception, Nico kissed Will again. “I can’t believe you did that for me.” Will was in the process of taking the jacket off of his suit when Nico almost threw himself at Will. Will only laughed and caught him, pressing a kiss to Nico’s nose.

“You liked it?” Nico nodded, punctuation the sound with another soft kiss to Will’s lips. “It took me a while. Chiara helped me write it and learn how to say the words, though she told me I had the pronunciation of a three year old.” Will chuckled quietly as Nico detached himself to change into his reception clothes.

“She’s not wrong, but it’s still the sweetest thing anyone’s done for me.” He turned back to Will. “You have no idea how much it means to me. How much it would have meant to Mama and Bianca.” Will pressed another feather lite kiss to Nico’s forehead. Nico closed his eyes and leaned into Will’s soft touch. He almost wished for a moment that they could skip their own wedding party and just stay here. Will wouldn’t agree with the idea. Too many people were waiting to congratulate them.

“I’m glad you liked it, hun. I love you.”

Nico grinned at his husband.


The italicized is what he said in Italian

Not yet - Jimin BTS (m)

Request:  are you still taking requests? if yes pls do jimin (bts) x reader smut with orgasm denial hsdjkd thanks

A/N: This was a stress. Also I’m still trying to find my comfort zone when writing so bare with this trash

Originally posted by yoongles



The door slammed open and Jimin glared at you. His chest was heaving and his clothes were drenched.

“Jimin what’s wrong,” You asked and placed my phone down.

“Everything!” He walked back and forth. You threw the covers off and walked towards him.

“How can I make you feel better?”

“Let me use you. Let me get rid of my stress,” He asked cupping your cheeks.

“I don’t know,” You trailed off. He sighed and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“We have a safe word and I’ll stop as soon as you say it.” His hands trailed down your arms. You had never seen this side of Jimin, he’s usually a sub or it’s vanilla.

“I trust you,”you looked into his eyes and smiled. His soft smile instantly changed into a smirk.

“On the bed princess,” He ordered and went into the closet. He came out of the closet with two ties. He walked to the bed and straddled you. He then tied your hands to the headboard and sat back. He placed kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could reach. He then pulled something out of back pocket and held it in front of my face.

“What’s that?”

“This is a remote controlled vibrator.” He said with a wicked smile. He sat between your legs and pushed them open. He put the small toy in your underwear,which held it against your clit. He moved your underwear aside and slid the other one into your heat.

“You’re being such a good girl.” He turned the vibrator onto the lowest setting and massaged your thighs. A small moan slipped from your lips as his hands pushed the over sized sweater up your body. His hands rested under your breasts and he leaned over you.

“Jimin,” You moaned and thrusted your hips, which made him make a disappointed sound. He pulled away from your body and watched with dark eyes.

“I’m close,” He watched with a wicked smile as he turned off the toy and your face fell.

“Why di-”

Jimin turned it onto the highest setting and repeatedly brought you close, but he would end it as soon as you showed any signs. After the third denial, jimin felt himself grow bored. He turned of the toy and tossed it of the bed and let his eyes take in the panting sight before him. He untied your hands and smirked as you let out a sigh of relief.

“So pretty,” he said and stroked your cheek.

“Jimin I need you. Please,” You begged him desperately.

“Not yet,” He said and pulled your drenched underwear down and removed the toys. He ran his finger down your drenched heat.

“So wet and ready for me.” He groaned happily.

 “Oh my god,” you groaned in silence, closing your eyes as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly.  Your hands flew to his hair and you pushed him down roughly. He grabbed hold of your hands and pushed them away. He tortured you with his tongue.  He pulled back and kissed up your body, stopping to leave marks here and there. When his lips found yours he roughly kissed you. 

“Should I tie you up again?”

Your lips moved in sync with Jimin’s, feeling his hands travel down your stomach. His fingers trailed down to your core, lightly rubbing your folds. You let out a small moan as you started to grind up on his fingers. His fingers started to move towards your clit, slowly rubbing circles. Crying out, your head fell back into the pillows and your hands dug into the blankets.  Jimin was going teasingly slow, trying to get you to beg for your release. He pushed two fingers into you and pumped slowly.

“Jimin! Please,” Your thighs closed around him and your back arched. He pushed your thighs apart and quickly removed his clothes. Your eyes traveled up and down his toned body and he smirked noticing your stare.

“That look always makes me feel good,” He chuckled and found his place between your legs. He stroked himself a few times before teasing your entrance with his tip.

“Jimin a-”He slammed into you causing your words change into a moan.

“You feel so good baby girl,” he groaned and sped up. He grabbed your wrists and gripped your waist.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He moaned thrusting into me.  He thrusted in and as fast as he could, you could tell his orgasm was creeping up on him by the way he started to buck his hips furiously.You knew he wouldn’t have lasted long. He eagerly needed release since he walked into the door. You moaned as he hit your spot. 

“Shit, I’m close,” Jimin moaned out. Your back arched as you felt your release creep up on you quickly. You cried for him to go faster.

“No!” You screamed as he stopped his movements. Your tight walls clenched around him.

“Jimin please!” You begged. You couldn’t see his face because he was buried in your neck. He bit down on the skin and thrusted harder than before. You moaned loudly as you listened to the loud grunts spilling from his mouth. Your wrapped around his shoulders and you felt his entire body tremble. You cursed as his thrusts became sloppy. With a very sexy grunt he finished inside you. You expected him to keep going until you found your release but he stopped as soon as he found his. He held himself up and looked down at you. His  hair was sticking to his forehead and he was panting slightly.

“You better expect a lot of this because you’re not having a single orgasm all week,” He said seriously and rolled off of you.

Please put your penis away

Request: Number 76 with Tom? If you’re comfortable with it?

76 please?

Summary: Your boyfriend Tom went out drinking with Harrison, and comes home plastered.

A/N: omg this is my first Tom Holland drabble…. cuz ya know they’ve all been Peter Parker.. WHICH IS FINE I LOVE WRITING.


Originally posted by spiderster

A knock echoed off the door of yours and Toms house. It was 2 in the morning and you’ve been waiting patiently for Thomas to arrive home safely from the pub. Since you weren’t a big fan of drinking you chose to stay home and let Tom and Harrison have a fun night out. 

  You set your book down on the coffee table in front of you and sped walked your way to the door. Upon opening it, you let out a breathy chuckle as your boyfriend stood before you with his arm propped up on the door frame putting his body weight against it. His eyes were squinted half shut, and a goofy grin played over his lips, “ ‘ello darlin’,” he greeted, his accent much thicker than usual. 

     You shook your head at him and moved out of the door way for him to enter. He stumbled in slowly but surely, “How was your night out?” you asked as he kicked his shoes off. “Oh it was great. BUT I think I did something I shouldn’t have,” he slurred,

“And what might that be?”

“I can’t say. I wont say.” he raised his voice a little, worry rushed over him and he wanted quickly to change the subject, “Did you eat all my croissants darlin’?” Tom asked as he wandered aimlessly around the main floor of your house.

Slight suspicion crept over you at what he admitted moments ago, “Tom, there was never any croissants here to begin with,”

He swung around swiftly to face you, nearly falling on his arse as he did so. He grabbed for the wall and his face dropped at what you had told him, “Whaaaat? I was really looking forward to some croissants,” he mumbled.

 You sighed and extended your arms out to him, “C’mon, lets go to bed babe,” you tell him. The wide grin he entered the house with returned to his features. He attempted to brush away the loose pieces of hair that fell over his eyes, but they only tumbled back down. He stumbled his way to your arms and held you close to his body, “I love it when you call me babe. Keep calling me that,” he beamed.

   The two of you took your time maneuvering up the stairs and to your shared bedroom. “So what did you do tonight Tom?” you asked trying to bring up what he had briefly mentioned earlier. “Drank, sang, danced, drank some more.” He droned on, “Is that all? You didn’t, do anything you shouldn’t have?” You interrogated,

He stopped and looked at you suspiciously, “I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to get me to admit that I told my best friend that I love him,” Tom accused in a slur. Immediately after speaking he threw his hands up to his mouth to cover it, his eyes widening to saucers, “Oh no,” you heard him mumble. 

Your eyebrows furrow at your boyfriends strange behavior, “What’s so bad about that Tom?” you ask moving closer to him, 

“Becauuuuse,”

“Because what?”

“Because, I’m not supposed to love anyone else other than you. I-just- i love you,”

Your cheeks warmed up to a rose red color at his words. He has told you that before of course, but you could never get used to the zoo that tramples your stomach at those three words. “Do you love Harrison more than me?” you asked him teasingly, “Well no. Harry doesn’t let me make out with him like you do,” he said so innocently. 

You were practically bent over laughing at this comment, “Just get ready for bed, you dork.” you let out between laughs, turning around you walked over to your dresser and rummaged around for yours and Toms pajamas. The soft thuds of clothing articles hitting the floor sounded in the room. Turning back to face Tom, you found him standing completely naked in front of the bed, slightly swaying back and forth disoriented from the alcohol. “Tom, sweetie, please put your penis away,” you tried to say with a straight face, but you couldn’t help it and let slip a giggle. 

Confused, he looked down to see that he, in fact had no pants on, “Did you pull my trousers down?” he asked in his clear accent, “No,” you giggled in response, handing him a pair of grey sweatpants.

Once he was done climbing into his clothes, he looked at you and pouted, “What’s wrong Tommy?” you questioned him, “You never said I love you back,” he spoke quietly while looking down at his feet. You made your way over to him, planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, and whispered, only for him to hear, “I love you,”

His features lit up and he smiled a toothy smile, “Good,” he giggled. 

You both climbed into bed, and settled in with Toms arm draped over your waist. Silence erupted in the room, and just as you were about to let sleep carry you away, the body laying behind you shot up and bolted into the bathroom running into the wall along the way. Tom spilled the contents of his stomach hopefully in the toilet. This was going to be a long night.

anonymous asked:

Could you do Jamilton #1 for the cheater starters please? "I'm sick of being your little secret!"

“I’m tired of being your dirty little secret!”

“Uh huh. Yeah, sorry baby. I forgot to let you know. I’ll be back in the morning, before you wake up. Promise. Well, then go back to sleep so I’m not a liar. Yeah, yeah…”

Alexander heard Thomas trail off and laugh. He sighed, wondering if the other man felt even a little guilty about how often he had to lie to his boyfriend. Probably not. Thomas Jefferson didn’t feel guilt, apparently.

“Okay, bye baby. Goodnight. I love you too. Yep, tomorrow night. It’s a date. Bye.”

Alexander closed his eyes and took a deep breath, psyching himself up in his head.

Thomas came back into the room with an easy grin, setting his phone back on the nightstand.

“Sorry about that, I forgot to tell James when I’d be back. You know how he worries.” He chuckled, not even caring that he was talking about his boyfriend to the guy he was having an affair with. Alex had to grit his teeth.

“Anyway, where were we?” Thomas sat on the bed next to Alexander, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him in his lap. They were both already shirtless, as James’s call had interrupted their foreplay.

Thomas started kissing on Alex, trying to pick up where they left off. Grinding up against his ass, kissing down his neck. Only leaving marks where they could be hidden easily. Alexander let him do whatever he wanted, but didn’t react. He just let his hands rest on Thomas’s shoulders, staring at the wall over the bigger man’s shoulder.

It wasn’t too long before Thomas noticed that Alexander wasn’t responding. He pulled his head back up, brow furrowed in confusion.

“What is it? You’re normally trying to rip my clothes off by now. What’s wrong?”

Alexander sighed, mumbled his answer under his breath. When asked to repeat himself, his eyes dropped to his hips. He didn’t know why he couldn’t just break the news to Thomas. It wasn’t that hard! And besides, he was doing the right thing. He had to think of poor James, oblivious to the whole ordeal.

“I said…” think of James think of James think of James think of- hell, think of yourself! “we need to stop.”

Thomas, being the gentleman he was, nodded without question and gently set Alex down on the bed next time him.

“Are you not feeling well? Or don’t want to screw tonight? You didn’t have to agree to meet me if you weren’t in the mood, you know.” Alexander shook his head, effectively shutting Thomas up.

“No. I mean, we need to stop this.” He waved his arms around, gesturing to the entire room. “This… this affair. We can’t keep doing this.”

“Well, why not? Nobody’s onto us, right? Why should we stop?” Alexander sighed. Thomas’s lack of a moral compass was incredibly hot when they started hooking up, but it was kind of annoying now that he wanted to break it off.

“Because you have a boyfriend! And you love him. If he finds out, it’ll break him.”

“What do you care? You haven’t given a shit about James… well, ever. Why start now?” He raised an eyebrow. If Alexander actually cared about what would happen to James if he were to figure this out, they never would have started fucking. Obviously Thomas cared, but he was confident in his ability to not get caught. Alexander wasn’t so confident. James wasn’t the real reason he wanted to stop.

Alex didn’t respond. He shook his head, turning away from Thomas and looking to the window of their hotel room. The sun had set hours ago, and storm clouds were rolling in. He sighed. Great. He had known that a storm was coming tonight, but walked to the hotel anyway. He’d thought that he’d be leaving in the morning.

“Are you going to answer me, or just stare out the window for the rest of the night?” Thomas snapped, a little annoyed. He could have at least told him he wanted to stop before he paid for a very nice hotel room, skipped out on a movie night with his boyfriend, and got a boner.

“It’s gonna storm. I should get going,” Alexander mused, standing up and grabbing his shirt from where it had been tossed to the ground.

Needless to say, that pissed Thomas right off. He shot up grabbed Alexander by his shoulder, spinning him around.

“Yeah, fine. We can stop, I don’t give a shit. Hell, I’ll drive you home just to say we didn’t break it off on horrible terms. But you aren’t leaving this room until I get the truth. Why?”

Alex took a deep breath, then started explaining.

“You remember the first time we hooked up?” He asked, finally meeting the other’s eyes.

“Yeah. My office. You barged in, demanding that I signed something. We started fighting, getting in each other’s faces.”

“And then I kissed you.”

“Yeah, I remember. Missed a lunch date with James for that.”

“Good. Why do you think I kissed you? Do you really still think it was just one thing leading to another?”

“Uh…. yes?” Thomas was officially confused.

“Well, it wasn’t. I mean, I hadn’t meant to. It really was just a fit of passion thing, but it wasn’t the first time I wanted to kiss you.”

Thomas sighed. “So what? Your hot, I’m hot, of course we wanted each other. Where are you going with this?”

“I didn’t just want to kiss you…. I wanted you. But not like this. I wanted to be with you, and I wanted you to love me.” Tears began to stream down his face, but he didn’t look away. “But you love James, and I know that. I just thought… I thought maybe this could lead to something more, or that I’d get over my feelings.”

Thomas was shocked. “But you hated me.”

“I hated you because I knew I couldn’t have you! And then I could…. almost. But still, I want more. I don’t want this! I don’t want to have to sneak off to see you!” He shoved Thomas away, and surprisingly, the larger man stumbled back. “I’m tired of being your dirty little secret!”

There was a moment of silence before Thomas managed to get himself to speak.

“Alex… I’m sorry, but I don’t want that. We had our fun, but I love James. I don’t love you.”

Despite the fact that he knew this, Thomas’s words hit Alexander like a bullet to the chest. He tried to nod, wanted to keep his dignity, but within seconds he had dropped to his knees, sobbing.

Thomas sighed. What the hell was he supposed to do? Luckily, after a few minutes Alex had the answer.

“Is it alright if I stay here tonight? I don’t wanna walk home in the rain.”

“Yeah, of course. Do you want me to stay?”

“No. Go home to James. I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.” Thomas stood up, grabbing his things. He picked his phone up and texted James, letting him know he’d be coming back early. He hurried out, rushed by the sounds of Alexander’s labored breathing and choked sobs.

He left without another word, letting the door fall shut behind him as the first clap of thunder hit.

2

But consider Cullen’s clothing in DA:I.

It’s the first time he’s been able to choose his own daily outfit since he was a child.  So what does he do?  First, pragmatism: he keeps the basic protection of full plate armor, but ditches the infamous Templar skirt in favor of practical leather breeches.

But then he takes that armor, and he covers it in soft, organic material.  Leather gloves instead of steel gauntlets.  Shaggy fur to replace the over-compensating, pointy pauldrons.  Fabric to wrap around his chest plate.  Not coincidentally, he leaves only one spot of his chest plate exposed: the place where the Templar sword glaringly isn’t.

Early on, the Iron Bull comments on how Cullen’s Templar past is unmistakeable – and it is, don’t get me wrong.  Still, his clothing in Inquisition says to me that he’s trying, very deliberately, to be a new person.  The symbolism of covering his templar armor with mage-appropriate fabrics may not be conscious, but it’s surely significant.