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Sleepy, Needy, Greedy (M)

⤞ When a simple case of morning wood proves to be much more difficult to get rid of than anticipated!

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Jackson x reader

Genre: just plain smut, you have been warned!

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: rated M, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: okay wow this took me FOREVER to finish but here it is, at last! I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it ;)

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Looks™ by Even

lets start off with mr. hot and movie star even, just casually sitting there with his feet propped up on the table like nbd and don’t be fooled, he actually is this flawless 

imma just take a moment to now mention joint-tucked-behind-my-ear even, its crucial to show how extra even really is

and just for the aesthetic, imma add the oh so famous remake of the talk show host scene where even is a literal movie star figure and he just HAS to bring out the shades because he’s that guy

we got some lounging!even w his hood up, no shoes, chilling on the floor action going on. theres more hoodie up action coming up, stay tuned 

now this is just put in here because even is just so effortlessly beautiful but this is even tryna act cool and collected but secretly his heart is beating super fast

now for one of my personal favorites, the time where even got us ALL shook with his extra ass self, with the whole jean jacket shoulder thing going on. honestly, he’s too extra, why is he like dis

LETS NOT LET THIS MASTERPIECE BE FORGOTTEN 

next we got wet hair and wet body and wet shirt and just WET even with his shoulders just there being all broad and hot and ugh wow what a look (shook)

hey we got another example of this hood up cute look by even. what a puppy. what a lil baby. isaks lil baby. so cute wow, PLUS he’s wearing our favorite shirt thats been passed around

now we got “hey we just had a magical day which included lots of great conversations and cuddling and i slept over but i snuck out in the morning and haven’t spoken to you in like 2 days but hey im back and imma fuck around and hook up with sonja in 2 days but i look good” look. honestly what even is that scarf

another personal favorite, frat boy, super chill and laid back even. honestly, ill be very offended if i don’t see this kind of guy in frat parties next year when im off at university. that is all.

ok now my heart is breaking at this one but here is “i just broke your heart and my own heart but im just going to watch over you by a distance and hope you’re out and sneak drawings into your locker and pocket and ill still love and wait for you and maybe purposely run into you in the shop” look

heres a lil sad puppy whose terribly in love and just wants to b loved and saved in return and is sorry for leaving but is also really horny and wants to fuck

and now we got even being the flawless being that he is and rocking the whole white shirt thing with isaks grey sweatpants. “mr. cooking in the kitchen the morning after. mr. i didn’t leave this time, im here, i love you. mr. I LOVE GABRIELLE. mr. say im the man of your dreams” look with his signature lil hair piece flopping on his forehead

self explanatory. we can’t forget even’s pale ass getting mAC DONAldSS

bringing back another personal fav: the look where even is terrified and super in love but he’s also really ill and just needs someone to save him and be there for him. protect this boy at all costs please

here we have cuddly and sleepy and ill even but not to worry! isak is there for him, saving him right back. how adorable is he

this look is actual proof that even bech naesheim is the literal sun and he’s very beautiful and deserves all the love and support from the world. isaks grey sweatpants are making a comeback!!! and also the reused hoodie

and to finish off with another one of my favorites, the happy!even look. so cute and happy and disgustingly in love with his lover and its the perfect look to finish off the season and hopefully that look was proof he’s season 4 main LMAO IM OUT

Introduction to; GOT7!

Here’s another introduction post I’ve been working on! I hope you find it useful and if you don’t already know who GOT7 are, I hope it helps you get to know them a little better! {UPDATED ON: 2017.01.06}


Meet GOT7 / 갓세븐;

(Left to right; Jinyoung, Youngjae, Mark, Jaebum, Jackson, BamBam, Yugyeom)

GOT7 are a 7 member boy group under JYP Entertainment that contain not only Korean members, but Chinese, Thai and American members too. They first debuted on January 16th 2014 with their debut single “Girls, Girls, Girls” from their EP “Got It?” (we’ll get into all their singles and MV’s later!). GOT7′s fandom name is called “iGOT7″ or sometimes you will hear/see people say “ahgase” instead. This is a cute play on words or shortening of words in Korean.

I GOT7 =  아이 갓세븐
Ahgase = 아가새

Ahgase also means “baby bird” in Korean - and that just makes it even more cute ^^

So who are GOT7? Let’s meet the members below!

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Well Hello There

In which Harry comes home after a long time away to fine the missus with a little surprise.

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He’d been gone for a while, filming movies and doing promo, and he’d come back to find you waiting eagerly at the door, clad in a flimsy, thin t-shirt, with no bra on. He loved your body, yes, but your tits wouldn’t be the first thing to catch his attention, a wide smile taking over his face as he locked eyes with you. Then be was there, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him—jerking back when he felt something harder than a pebbled nipple poking into his chest.
“Wha’?” With a slight frown, his finger tugged the collar of your shirt open, and his eyes trailed down to your chest and–oh. His gaze flicked excitedly from the small metal bars in your nipples to your face, his free hand going to adjust his already-fattening cock in his pants. A knowing smile pulled at your lips, but you fluttered your lashes and played it coy.
“Well? Do you like them?” Harry swallowed harshly, his throat bobbing beautifully, and fish-mouthing for a moment.
“Do I–do I bloody like them? ’Ve already been thinkin’ about gettin’ yeh tits in m'mouth for weeks, and now this. Can’t wait t'taste, pet.” His hands were already rucking your shirt up, his eyes locked onto the pretty swells of your chest, his tongue licking over his lip in anticipation. Harry somehow managed to get you against the wall, his large hands trailing tenderly over your sides and up to cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly and reveling in the way your soft flesh dimpled beneath his fingers. The cool wall dug into your back as Harry dragged his fingertips over you, always so close to your nipples, but far enough away to make you beg.
“Harry, please.” And then his mouth was on you, his lips suckling wonderfully on your pert nipple, the cool metal of your piercing rolling against his tongue. You were already putty in his hands, your legs straddling one of his thighs and grinding down against the fabric of his jeans. No pants was a smart idea on your part, only the thin layer of your panties separating your dripping core from his thigh. A wet pop sounded as his mouth fell from your nipple, and before you could whine your disdain, he was licking a broad, hot stripe over your breast, a hot moan rumbling in his chest. You pressed down on him harder, grinding your hips rhythmically. By now Harry’s hand that was occupied with groping your other breast slid down your body to slide your panties to the side, his fingers dipping into you. A groan came from you as your head dropped back against the wall, letting his fingers fuck into you slowly. With a hazy mind and stumbling fingers, you fumbled to unbutton his jeans, hastily shoving them, and his underwear, down. His cock sprang free, the tip tapping softly against his lower abdomen. He was flushed and already had precum beading at his head, making your mouth water. Harry hissed at the feeling of the cool air, his teeth gritting.
“Yeh get them fo’ me? Hm? Wanted me to have some new toys?” You nodded as harry shifted, his cock nudging at your entrance. His hips thrusted shallowly, the head of him edging in and out of you.
“Please, please, don’t tease,” you gasped, eyes screwing shut. Harry smirked and did as you asked, sliding into your easily and not stopping until he was seated to the hilt inside of you. Relieved moans came from both of you, and you clenched deliciously around him, making harry moan loudly.
“Been so long, but yeh can always take me, huh? Don’ even need to adjust, yeh just love m'cock that much.” A whine was your response, and Harry began to roll his hips, his cock brushing every nerve inside of you. His mouth returned to your nipples, tongue dancing around your piercings. “S'hot, angel, look so gorgeous fo’ me.” At this point, his thrusts were strong and deep, your back molding to the wall as you grappled at his shirt, you mouth going to suck on his neck. Harry’s filthy words turned to broken moans of pleasure, his hips moving faster as he raced to his orgasm.
“Yeh gonna cum? Hm? Need yeh to cum, baby, gotta feel yeh.” His hand slipped down to your clit, rubbing fast circles as you writhed against him.
“Oh, god, Harry! I’m so close, please!” Harry smiled against your sweat-slicked chest, hungrily lapping at your breasts with his tongue.
“Cum, angel. C'mon, be good fo’ me.” With one more thrust, Harry threw you over the edge. You were overwhelmed, from the full feeling of his cock moving inside of you to the warmth of his mouth closed around your nipple, and you saw white as you came, your orgasm tearing through you. The feeling of your walls clenching around him milked Harry on, and with a few more rolls of his hips, Harry came, shouting out his release. He slowly lowered you to the ground as you both came down from your highs, his breath puffing against the slick skin of your chest. As he dragged a large hand over your cheek, Harry let out a hoarse chuckle, dropping a kiss to your cheek.
“Yeh gonna fuckin’ kill me, gettin’ yeh bloody nipples pierced and surprisin’ me like that.”

Essays in Existentialism: Monarchy II (Preview)

The wedding was a celebration that didn’t want to end. The halls were decked and the church was set with al manner of ancient allies and long forgotten grudges. For a week, the entire thing was all over the news, all over the world, in fact. It was a party akin to a United Nations summit, and it had the makings of an infamous reception.

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papofglencoe  asked:

Hi guys! A little fire-breathing flying reptile informed me it's going to be Alice's (aka thegreatorangedragon's) birthday on Feb. 16, and I was wondering if someone might be able to drabble a little something for her? There's no truer friend to the folks here and champion of Everlark authors, and I know she'd love to see something. (Bonus points if someone can give her a puzzle to figure out... I'm sure you've noticed she's a clever one). Thanks for everything you guys do. <3c

Originally posted by theonegirlblue

Happy birthday to the @thegreatorangedragon!! Thank you @papofglencoe for sending in the ask! Here is a fun little fic submitted by @peetabreadgirl just for you. Hope you have a fantastic day!


Happy birthday! I hope you enjoy this little one shot. Rated S-E-X. For sex. There be smut here, folks. Sorry if I ruined the surprise. Thanks to the girls who run this awesome blog and make cool stuff happen. Pbg

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rated E

It started out as a joke. A way to pass the awkward time while listening to the sound of my neighbors through the thin walls. But I can’t deny anymore that I wish the sounds Peeta and I are making were real. I don’t know what to do about it. He’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember.

Since I moved into my place, Peeta and I have spent most Saturday nights in the studio apartment, scarfing down tubs of cheap udon noodles or greasy slices of pepperoni pizza, watching various movies from all different eras and genres.

But a few weeks ago I got a new neighbor. A very loud, sexually active one. Apparently said neighbor also has standing appointments on Saturday nights. Whether it’s for money or not, I’d rather not know. The neighborhood I live in is a bit seedy, so it’s a possibility. But in any case, the first time it happened took us by complete surprise. I was stuffing my mouth with cheese fries from the bar on the corner, Peeta beside me, a beer bottle tipped up to his lips, when it started.

The moaning and wailing were enough to make me lose my appetite, and Peeta looked white as a sheet. I tried to laugh it off, but it didn’t take. Peeta wouldn’t look at me, and to be honest, I couldn’t have looked him in the eyes either. I turned up the television, tried to watch the movie. Tried to ignore the knocking and cooing and ‘yes, right there, oh yes’s’, but it seemed the more I tuned them out, the louder they became.

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anonymous asked:

Just the idea of straddling Harry is so hot. His shoulders look broad. He has his shirt buttoned down, his biceps are defined, and his legs are spread open. The look on his face would be priceless because he knows you want him. And just feeling him hard under you would already have you soaked

He’s smirking, because he can feel how wet you are. There’s only two thin pieces of fabric separating the two of you - his boxers and your panties - and the feeling of your slick center rutting across his hard cock is driving him mad.

But he wants to tease you a bit, so his hands come to your hips to hold you in place, eliciting a whine from you because the friction was starting to really feel nice.

“Harry…”

“Shhh, gonna make you feel good, pet. But I gotta get you on me; think you can ride me nice and slow, love? Wanna feel you slidin’ down on my cock.”

anonymous asked:

Imagine lingering kisses, getting hotter, tongues, hands, grinding...

excuse me i just woke up

listen i mean yes i think about this all the time but listen

just thighs resting on thighs and the slow drag of hips, fingers sinking into those broad shoulders. hot breath huffing against cheeks and the slow push and drag of hips, grinding slow, breath catching, magnus’s goatee rubbing the corner of alec’s mouth as he moans against his cheek.

all of that body heat starting to eclipse them, that pressure, pulsing, heartbeat through their bodies and fucking sweet friction, fingers sinking into flesh. before alec knows it there’s this shift and his back hits the damn couch, moans caught between lips, thighs tight around him tugging all that weight closer.

“alexander.” spilled down his throat with kisses over that deflect rune and magnus’s hips pushing, leaving alec sinking his fingers in as deep as he can, blunt nails scraping skin.

A Little Bit of Sugar | One shot.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader
Words: 1144
Genre: Smut/Fluff/Sugar Daddy AU
A/N: 2nd fic in the festa series~ I wanted to make a nice little fluffy smutty sugar daddy fic for jin, he deserves it. also brings this out at midnight rather than noon.

You’re really not sure why you went along with this but he’s hot and he’s got broad shoulders and his voice is like velvet. You were easily drawn in..

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Wilder Mind Asks

1. Tompkins Square Park

When was the last time you told a lie?

2. Believe

Tell us about a time you had to learn to believe in yourself.

3. The Wolf

When was the last time you really wanted something? Did you get it?

4. Wilder Mind

Have you ever tried to hide something from someone you really care about?

5. Just Smoke

Have you ever been in love?

6. Monster

Top 3 fears

7. Snake Eyes

What’s the most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

8. Broad-Shouldered Beasts

When was the last time you felt like giving up?

9. Cold Arms

Do you like to cuddle up at night or sleep alone?

10. Ditmas

Do you change your mind a lot?

11. Only Love

When was the last time you felt really lonely?

12. Hot Gates

Are you a night person or a morning person?

ted tonks hcs bc why not:

  • was going to be a rugby player when he grew up
  • like. his dad used to love it and had that kinda build anyway and would coach ted as he grew up
  • ted goes to a little league after school and his family would crowd around the tv on weekends and watch the game
  • comes from a family of woodcutters. i’m serious
  • grows up watching his dad chop wood and swinging a lil tiny axe of his own and working with like. miniature pieces of wood
  • never had very much?? but had like. the ideal childhood
  • i’m talking living in a cottage in the woods and going to a tiny state school, getting real muddy from trainings and running through bluebell-scattered meadows until his lungs were raw
  • one day he’s working in the yard w his dad when he’s like ten and he stops chopping wood and his dad’s like ‘what’s wrong ted?’ and he sighs and is like ‘dad. i just don’t understand’
  • ‘don’t understand what buddy??’
  • ‘why we have to chop wood when we can just do this’
  • and he makes a really sharp chopping movement with his arm
  • and five feet away the massive hunk of oak his dad’s been hacking away at for the past two hours just. splits clean in half
  • his dad’s mouth is agape and he calls into the cottage like ‘sweetheart! come out here, would you??’
  • and they puzzle around ted for a while and try to work out the kinks but within five minutes of looking at him with really quizzical expressions theyr just like. holy fuck our kid is amazing.
  • and by this time ted is not only smart enough but humble enough to keep it under wraps and he doesn’t even have to do it for very long anyway
  • bc a year a later they get the letter from mcgongall and ted’s dad calls him out to the living room of the cottage and they all start screaming and hugging and crying bc. their little teddy is going to magic school
  • heads straight off to scotland and starts at hogwarts and he fucking loves it
  • like care of magical creatures and herbology and anything v outdoors-y. it reminds him of home
  • he does get v homesick ngl
  • esp for his mum
  • and coming from such a tiny, well-knit community as well?? he really struggled to leave behind all the friends he’d grown up with. his rugby team in particular.
  • but the lie was easy to get around considering that his parents just say that they’re sending him off to a larger boarding school near london where he can pursue rugby
  • and ted was kinda a primary school heartthrob anyway and like. it doesn’t help when he comes back during the holidays looking gorgeous and cheeky and several feet taller than the last time
  • he is. well. he’s gorgeous
  • he grows up before he grows out so there are a few years around the 14-year-old mark when he’s v tall and v lanky but only a few people can tell that he’s set to be one of the most broad-shouldered fucks in the grade
  • and by the time he’s sixteen. well.
  • he gives andromeda black a fucking heart attack
  • bc he waltzes into school on the first day of sixth year and he’s all 6ft and broad, broad shoulders and sandy-coloured hair, these really cheeky bright green eyes and a roguish grin that’s so shit-eating it’s no wonder half the school go into cardiac arrest
  • he practically lives in flannel shirts ngl
  • and it’s not really a surprise that he’s a hufflepuff?? bc like
  • he practically lives in the kitchens and thrives off the warmth and light of it
  • gave quidditch a shot on the recommendation of the school considering the fact that he’d make a great keeper but?? doesn’t really get into it
  • it’s not the same as rugby and he can respect that but it’s not enough for him to get on a broom
  • he’s kinda traditional and straight-laced?? idk it’s just the way his mum raised him
  • courts girls v ceremoniously and has a thing abt flowers and where to buy the best ones in season
  • but yes. holds the door opens, pulls out the chair for them to sit down on, offers to take their coat, etc.
  • classic 1950’s gentlemen ok
  • patronus is probably some kind of terrier let’s be honest
  • struggles w andromeda bc. here he has the most amazing, beautiful woman and he’s just. so enamoured w her but he can’t do anything abt it??
  • he wants to give her all the best things in life and everything that she deserves but he can’t
  • he can’t take her out on dates, he can’t leave her flowers, he can’t tell her he loves her
  • and he respects her boundaries and waits for her every day but it still hurts
  • it hurts not to be with her
  • and that’s how he knows he’s in love with her
  • it’s probably like when they’re sitting at their respective house tables and she’s w her sisters and he’s w his mates and they lock eyes and he’s grinning at her but she can’t smile back
  • and it kills him and the fact that it hurts him so bad just makes him go ‘fuck it’
  • and that’s when he knows
  • goes home as often as he can to visit his parents
  • really wanted a little sister when he was younger and was like?? probably really close to getting one
  • but his mum got sick when he was in hogwarts, when ted’s around the 16/17 mark
  • and she dies and the most lost he’s ever felt is when he’s back in the house w his dad and she’s not there
  • it’s so empty and cold and quiet. like. so fucking quiet
  • his mum probably only met andy once before she died and even though she never got to see them get married she like. fucking knew
  • she fucking knew it and ted tears his whole room apart bc she knew. she knew even when he didn’t. even when none of them knew
  • and he stands in the church yard on the day of the funeral
  • and the grass is incredibly green and the day is incredibly bleak and grey and his dad has never looked so old in his life
  • but across the graveyard he can see this really dark, muddied figure
  • and she makes her way towards him and her hair is braided out of her face and her eyes are red and her face is ashen and tight
  • she’s dressed all in black and moves v softly
  • and then andromeda black is standing right in front of him and ted can’t breathe
  • but she reaches out to him and even though she’s several feet shorter than him she doesn’t waver as she holds him and he sobs raggedly into her shoulder
  • she was always the strongest out of the two of them. the most unbreakable. and she holds him and holds him and holds him in that sea of green and grey and doesn’t let go
  • he gets out of the grief of it the only way he knows how. out and through.
  • and with andy holding his hand and several hundred cups of tea he’s like. not ok but he knows that he will be, one day.
  • he was probably a really good photographer?? like he gets v invested in the world of film photography and fucking loves it
  • has no idea what he wants to do when he grows up but again. loves the idea of photography
  • probably that fucker who loves camping in the countryside i’m not even joking
  • revels in his v simple lifestyle and wants nothing more for himself
  • nor does he want anything more for andromeda
  • ted represents everything she could ever want, simplicity and safety and freedom
  • i think one of the first dates he ever takes her on once they’re out of hogwarts would probably be horseback riding and i mean. come on
  • she’s like ‘is this fucker for real’
  • they’re both like. nineteen when baby tonks is born and she’s sleeping rlly soundly in andy’s arms and her hair is just changing softly, pink, blue, pink, blush, purple, mint, and back to pink again
  • and they both wondered how they managed to make something so little, so perfect
  • and she’s the closest thing to the little sister he always wanted but she’s not. she’s his. and she’s better. and he loves her.
  • i mean. loves her. adores her. adores watching her grow up, takes such good care of her, encourages her idiosyncrasies and teaches her to ride a bike and plays rugby with her, watches her climb trees and buys her a scooter for her fifth birthday
  • and one day they’re all together in that little cottage on the edge of the woods and like.
  • they’re all there
  • and they’re all together
  • and it’s the happiest he’s ever been in his life
  • basically hot af broad-shouldered ted tonks with his roguish grin and steady hands and a heart of gold