i want to see more of this jacket

ok klance things I want to happen and if they don’t then what’s the point

  • keith catches lance bridal style. lance comments “my hero” sarcastically/playfully. keith drops him.
  • that or they’re both frozen in shock because wtf just happened and when it registers that keith is holding lance they both get really flustered and begin shouting.
  • the “lance dies” thing is actually a pretty serious thing. my guess is that lance would probably jump in front of a sword for keith. that or the enemy would lash out at lance specifically to get keith alone so they could talk or something. obviously not gonna result in death but tell me it wouldn’t be in character for lance to jump in front of a bullet for keith after everything we were given in season three and with their developments being tied together, esp now that Lance is canonically keith’s impulse control and they’re co-leading the team.
  • let lance give his jacket to keith
  • switch bayards in the middle of battle while they are actually formed into their respective weapons and they don’t change. I’d love to see Lance with a sword and Keith with a gun/sniper rifle.
  • if keith runs away because his galra genes are becoming more prominent and he’s afraid that he’ll lead the enemy straight to his team or his team keeps getting hurt because the enemy is after him specifically, I want lance to go after him and bring him back.
  • a hug!! let them hug!!
  • keith playfully elbows lance in the stomach when they’re on an alien planet and oops that’s an intimate act on said alien planet that’s on par with getting married so all the aliens on said planet think they’re married now.
  • garrison flashbacks I wanna know the exact moment that lance saw keith and thought “he is now my rival”
  • lance referencing the bonding moment not realizing he referenced the bonding moment and keith is just >:O “so you DO remember”

She Never Stopped Smiling

by reddit user Pippinacious

Fly was an odd kid, even by odd kid standards. I met her in sixth grade, when our alphabetically ordered last names landed us in adjacent seats, and she turned to look at me with a cheerful, gap toothed smile.

“Hi!” She said.

“Hi.” I replied quietly.

I was shy and intimidated by my first day in middle school, but she wasn’t the least bit nervous.

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The Boxer Part Two

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 5K



“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.

“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”

“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.

Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.

From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.

Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.


Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.

Part One

Harry wasn’t sure which he hated the most, expression his emotions, or having to handle them.

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Deadpool x Reader

Warnings: It’s fucking Deadpool. 

Summary: Your girl Nega hooks you up with Wade Wilson. 

Originally posted by my-daily-space

The bar was dingy as fuck.

Fuck it was downright biowaste, but it was the place your date picked. And now you were questioning the whole damn thing.

Cursing Nega under your breath for setting you up with her ‘friend’, you hustled into the bar and looked down at your phone. Quickly you texted the number of Wade Wilson, the man you had been talking to on and off for the last week and a half.

“I’m here.”

A second later, your cell buzzed. “Holy shit you’re way hotter in person. Fuck me.”

Another buzz. “Full disclosure, I have a boner.”

Another buzz. “Also my penis is big.”

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Writing Prompts

Send me your requests HERE with your prompt choice and ship / character of choice! (Please no more than 4) and also add your own request merged into it if you want??

  1. “Give me your jacket, I’m freezing.”
  2. “These shoes were made to kick you in the ass!”
  3. “Are you okay?”                                                                                          “I don’t know how to answer that.”
  4. “It’s no big deal, its just a few scratches.”
  5. “I’m so cute, I don’t see why you aren’t dating me.”
  6. “We made a deal and you’ll keep your end, one way or another.”
  7. “You look cute when you smile, you should do it more often.”
  8. “Why are you blushing?”
  9. “I’m always here and you just ignore me.”
  10. “I’ve worked my ass off to get you in this position.”
  11. “Grab my hand!”
  12. “No, listen to me.”
  13. “I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”
  14. “There’s no shame in taking a step back.”
  15. “I’ll kill you, you sick bastard. I’ll kill you, you’re a fucking monster who deserves to die.”
  16. “Is that… a dog?”                                                                                   “No, Its a fucking horse. Of course its a dog, dumbass.”
  17. “I walked here to you in the rain, this is how much I love you.”
  18. “You are quite the mystery, aren’t you?”
  19. “Let go of me!”                                                                                        “I’m barely touching you!!”
  20. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”
  21. “Do you believe in love?”
  22. “Put me down!”
  23. “You’re so small, it’s adorable.”
  24. “Look, this isn’t a guilt-trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you.”
  25. “We can’t be friends anymore.”
  26. “Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you!”
  27. “Don’t you dare touch him/her.”
  28. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
  29. “Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you.”
  30. “They say less is more, but when have I lived by that?”
  31. “Hey, don’t touch anything. I don’t know how stable it all is.”
  32. “I hate how you’ve made me broken.”
  33. “I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just at life in general.”                                     “I can make that sexually.
  34. “This isn’t one of my more subtle plans, but considering how long it’s been since I ate or drank or slept, I think I’m doing pretty good.”
  35. “If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.”
  36. “Do you ever shut up?”
  37. “You’re such an ass!”
    “But a fine looking one, yes?” 
  38. “You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
  39. “Since when did you become a badass?”
  40. “I don’t know why, but I think I’m in love with you.”
  41. “Holy shit! You’re bleeding!”
  42. “I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”
  43. “If anyone could have saved me, it would have been you.”
  44. “Everyone has a breaking point.” 
  45. “I refuse to play along with this. No thank you, go away.”
  46. “What now?”                                                                                               “I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d live this long.”
  47. “They might not want you, but I understand you, and- well, I like who you are and I want you. Please don’t believe what they say.”
  48. “Are you done staring?”
  49. “Never let go.”
  50. “You broke your promise, you can’t come back from that.”
  51. “Hey, are you awake?”
  52. “I love how we all use affectionate pet names and flirt with one another. It’s nice, having such a close knit group of friends, you know?”        “Okay but have you considered: fuckpile.”
  53. “Stay here, I’m gonna go get help.”
  54. “Despite what you think, I can actually express emotions just like any other person.”
  55. “I’m so sorry-”                                                                                      “Then why would you do that to me?! You betrayed me!”
  56. “It happened again.”
  57. “I don’t like you, but for some reason you make me feel fuzzy.”
  58. “Can I kiss you?”
  59. “So what, you bitter piece of fuck? I’m nasty, lewd, I swear every third fucking word, and I am a better person than you. oh, that burns doesn’t it? That a shit like me is more moral and good and pure than you can ever be?”
  60. “Me? What about you?”
  61. “Oh shit, okay. I’m gonna toss you over my shoulder and book it okay, no way I’m trying to fight these fools. Don’t bleed out onto my back, ‘kay?”
  62. “I’ve been thinking about you. More specifically, where you fit in my future.”
  63. “I didn’t ever think I’d fall for someone like you.”
  64. “Stop fighting!”
  65. “Don’t ever talk to me ever again.”
  66. “Please, just give me a break. I’ve been so busy, trying so fucking hard- I’m doing the best I can. Please, please don’t ask more of me.”
  67. “I wish I could lovingly craft the words together to describe how angry you make me.”
  68. “Looks like we both have detention together.”
  69. “It was over when you said goodbye to me.”
  70. “I hate school and everyone in it.”                                                        “Even me?”                                                                                         “You’re an exception.”
  71. “Kiss me.”
    “No thank you- I don’t want your germs near me at all.”
  72. “Oh, fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off- I’m first in line for your head.”
  73. “Have sex with me.”
  74. “Please make me feel alive.”
  75. “You’re the only thing that is keeping me on this fucked up world.”
  76. “Even on the shittest days, you’re always there to brighten them.”
  77. “I love you just the way you are.”
  78. “Your stretch marks are like tiger stripes, it makes you look fucking badass.”
  79. “Stop asking me if I’m alright. My last answer was ‘annoyed’, why would it change any time soon?”
  80. “I will not leave you. No matter how hard it gets or how rough things are, I will always be here. I will not leave you.”
  81. “You are such a fucking cliché.”
  82. “Stay close to me.”
  83. “I can’t do everything!”
  84. “You’re art.”
    “But I’m nothing like your art.”
  85. “I think I owe you an apology.”
  86. “Have you seen- oh
  87. “Did you do that for me?”
  88. “That’s a weird way to say ‘I love you’.”
  89. “Are you happy?”                                                                                  “Yes, very.”                                                                                         “Good … that’s good. That makes me happy.”
  90. “Sorry to interrupt but you need to move your hands away from him/her before we have a problem.”
  91. “When I first met you, I thought nothing of you, now you mean everything to me.”
  92. “Please, I can’t live without you.”
  93. “Surprise!”
  94. “You told me it wasn’t my fault, so why are you blaming me now?”
  95. “Shut up!”                                                                                            “Make me.”
  96. “I’ll fucking kill him/her.”
  97. “Are you jealous?”
  98. “Are you flirting with me?”
  99. “You know me better than I know myself.”
  100. “What do you do when you realise you might not be the good guy?”

I have always wanted to do this ~

Genderswapped Dre and Zunde.

Dre’s fashion is a mixture of Garu and his own comfortable style. I imagine the female Dre being a little more fashion conscious but only a little bit. Her ecto hair are dreadlocks.

Zunde I didn’t change much. Just gave her leather boots, leather trousers and a jumper underneathe her jacket. She has Smokey hair with a yellow streak due to my Gaster!Sans design. However I see Zunde tying her ecto hair out of their face.


Dre - @cursetale
Zunde - @blesstale

diannajasanders-love  asked:

Hey lovlie, I just love ur reactions and everything about ur blog. I mean that 😂. I was wondering, can I request a bts reaction when s/o flirts with them and they get turned on? Thanks in advance ✨


The wind is barely blowing but its path through the leaves of the huge trees causes a constant background noise, so pleasant that you shudder with happiness. You look up with a smile, watching the filtered sunlight through the branches and leaves, and sigh with ease. Namjoon’s cold hand comes to rest on your neck, gently stroking your hair. You feel his tender look on you and turn your head to smile to him, pressing yourself a little more against his chest. You have been sitting on this bench for many minutes without uttering a word, simply enjoying Mother Nature’s natural symphony.

You remember that you still have a lollipop in your bag and plunge your hand in it to grab it, smiling stupidly when you see it’s lemon flavor, your favorite. You look at Namjoon and ask him if he wants to share, a question to which he agrees without even thinking, his eyes closing when a stronger breeze strokes your faces. You undo the paper and gives a quick kitten lick before putting it in your mouth. You smile and grow a small satisfied moan, your head resting on Namjoon’s shoulder as he passes his arm around you, laying a kiss on your temple.

You feel his eyes on you, especially on your lips, and restrains yourself from smiling. You don’t look at him and continue to suck the lollipop with a totally innocent look, shivering slightly under the caress of Namjoon’s fingers on your shoulder. After a while, you straighten up and handle him the lollipop. He opens his mouth and smiles when the tangy taste invades his tongue. You smile as you see him being so cute and soft and pure and just… Adorable. He lets out a cute giggle as he turns the lollipop on his tongue with his fingers, pressing you a little more against him.

Then follows a dangerous seduction game between you two. Namjoon slips the lollipop into your mouth, purposely passing it on your lower lip. You slide your tongue on the candy while your eyes are still on Namjoon’s, and very quickly the tension between your two bodies becomes palpable. You slide the lollipop outside and inside your mouth, press your lips around it and gives very small kitten licks that tightens your man’s jaw.

“Such a tease…”, growls Namjoon as he takes the lollipop from your mouth, holding back a curse when he sees you’re purposely salivating around the sour candy. He slips the lollipop into his mouth, turning his tongue in small circles, knowing that your eyes are on his luscious lips. His eyes goes down on your lips, his tongue continuing his explicit dance and forcing you to cross your legs, a groan of frustration escaping your lips.

“It was a bad idea”, Namjoon sighs, his pupils dilating a little more as his eyes return to yours. You nod, your body burning with desire and the vision of his tongue around the candy never leaving your mind. You put your hands on his cheeks to kiss him, moaning as your tongue tastes the lemon on Namjoon’s tongue. He slips a hand into your hair, feverishly answering to your kiss, bringing you even closer to him, as if it were still possible. Your tongues dance together until there’s no longer a single tangy flavor in your mouths. Namjoon breaks the kiss, can’t help but laying a few more quick and hungry kisses on your red lips before he whispers :

“Car ?

- Car.”


Taehyung takes out his old camera from his pretty box and looks at you with sparkly eyes before giving it to you. You sit on the bed and caress the camera with your fingertips before giving it back to him, saying how beautiful it is.

Without saying a word but with a completely adorable smile, he puts the wrist strap on his wrist and raises the camera in front of his eyes, the lens aimed at you. You blush, hiding your face and giggling but Tae doesn’t lower his camera, taking a first shot of you. You laugh cutely and begin to pose, feeling so beautiful when he looks at you like that. You pull your oversized t-shirt between your thighs and begin to feel more comfortable, letting Tae capture your natural beauty. He moves all around you before settling on the bed to be closer. You lie down slowly, your hair all around your head and shoulders, your fingers sliding on your thighs. Taehyung captures every detail, every spot where the light brings out the softness of your skin, the glare of your eyes, the sweetness of your half-smile. Tae settles on the edge of the bed and watches you get closer. He gently opens his mouth, his cheekbones taking a slight pinkish color, struggling to stay focused.

You roll on your back and notice how your breasts are almost out. You blush, pressing your hand between your thighs and arching your back, and turn your head towards Tae’s camera. He takes a shot but doesn’t look inside the viewfinder. He looks at you intensely and drops the camera on the bed, not even looking at how he lands. You open wide your eyes in surprise and hold a small moan when Tae slips on your body to get above you as fast as a cat.

He lays a burning kiss on your neck and rests his forehead above the lump of your boobs, his lips grazing your skin. You have only been together for a short time, and never, oh never has he been so close to your body. He wants to wait before he can have your body and soul completely, but it doesn’t looks like it’s what he wants right now… And it’s clearly not what you want either. You still refrain your need to be touched and sigh, stroking his hair by pressing him lightly against you when your arms close around him.

“Fuck Y/N… You’re making things really hard…”, Taehyung sighs, his breath against your skin making you shudder. Well, I wish I could feel it, you’re thinking, but you chase your dirty thought away and press him a little harder against your chest. He notices it and has to close his eyes to hold his need to pass his hot tongue against your soft skin. You smile and let out a cute giggle, seeing how Tae fights against himself not to let his hands go all over your body. Maybe it’s time to make him understand that you have only one desire : to feel his big, perfect hands all over your body.


As you walk along the Han River, as the sun sets and gives a pink color to the sky, Jin stops at a street vendor for you to choose two cupcakes. You giggle like a little girl and choose two pink and glittery cupcakes, very lame, ridiculous and cliché. Jin frowns as he gives the money to the salesman, telling him not to pay attention to you, going out with such a handsome man makes her very cheesy. You burst into laughter and hit his arm, still giggling when he puts his arm around your shoulders, laughing like an idiot as he start walking again.

You put the cupcake in front of your boyfriend’s mouth so that he can take a bite, growing a small moan of satisfaction because it’s really good. You smile hard, looking at him as if he was the most beautiful creation in the universe (which is close to the truth) and literally give him the beak, biting your lip at the sight of him moaning with pleasure. Jin always turns you on when you watch him eat, and today is no exception.

When he finishes the cupcake, running his tongue over his luscious lips, you have a little bit of cream on your fingers. Your eyes still focused on his beautiful brown eyes, you slip your finger into your mouth and clean it with a precise and slow lick, so slow that Jin has time to imagine what’s happening inside your mouth. You take out your wet finger, giving a last (and completely useless) kitten lick, the look in your eyes changing into a call of lust.

Jin looks left and then right, as if to make sure no one is watching you. Once he’s sure that you’re alone, he smiles tenderly :

“You’re so cute…”

Jin pulls you closer to him, leaning towards you to put his mouth against your ear, the warm and hoarse tone of his voice making you close your eyes, head resting against his shoulder :

“I want to see what your tongue can do when your lips are around my cock.”

It’s like your legs can’t hold you no more for one second. This second where the thought of what he just told you flash in your mind and makes your mouth water. You hold back a soft moan, closing your eyes and hiding your face against him. You clench your fingers around Jin’s jacket to keep a semblance of balance and, with a weak voice, you ask to go home. Jin smirks, his arm completely around your shoulders so you can hide against his chest a few more seconds before he rushes home.


Hoseok is lying against you on the bed, his back against your chest and his head resting on your shoulder as he plays video games. One of your arms surrounds his shoulders while your other hand strokes his hair just the way he likes it. You’re so comfortable that you could fall asleep but it’s just impossible. The view you have on his body keeps you from thinking straight.

First of all, his hair and skin smells like heaven. If only it was just that… But he wears a white t-shirt that’s carelessly lifted up to show his hip bone, allowing you to guess the vein that furrows his lower abdomen. His honey skin is absolutely tempting. His gray sweatpants are way too low for your mental health and it’s worse when you try to look away : your eyes are automatically attracted to his venous forearms and hands. His long, thin fingers, the veins that run through his skin, the strength he puts in his movements when he gets a little too much hyped by his game… Hoseok turns you on without even knowing it. You feel a little dizzy and must close your eyes to regain control of yourself.

But you can’t.

You start to kiss the tip of his adorable ear, moving your lips down on his earlobe that you gently lick. Your hand in his hair goes down on his neck as you unwrap your arm around his shoulders to stroke his collarbone over his shirt. When you nibble his lobe, Hobi smiles, quickly closing his eyes under the softness and warmth of your tongue. You smile too, running down your mouth in his neck. You put a few kisses on his hot skin, sighing slightly as his scent hits you one more time. You taste his skin, well aware of how his body tenses as he feels your tongue rolling on his neck. Your hands strokes his neck, his chest, your other hand going down, down, down…

Until Hoseok catches your wrist and slides your hand under his sweatpants.

You moan against his ear when your fingers close around his impressive erection. You swallow hard, sliding your fingers along his member, can’t help but bite your lip thinking about its heat and its thickness inside you. Hobi doesn’t stop playing, but his breathing is more intense, his smirk never leaving his lips.

Let’s see if he can stay focused on his video game while you slip your hand under his boxers…


You have a drink all together in the living room before watching a movie. Yoongi is sitting on the couch in front of you, busy talking to Jimin. You know he hates when you’re glued to him with everyone else around you and you don’t mind. Well, it usually doesn’t bother you. But tonight, Yoongi is particularly hot and you have given up the idea of avoiding looking at him. It’s not your fault, he attracts you like a magnet, especially when he’s dressed all black from head to toe.

You begin to throw explicit looks but Yoongi seems to want to avoid your eyes. You almost have the impression of not being really here. He does it on purpose, this little twat, because he knows that you want him. You look for his eyes again and again, wanting him to lost it and want you back, at least snatch a smile as a naughty promise for later. After a moment, he finally deigns to look at you. You pass your tongue on your lips, making sure he understands what you want only with your eyes.

Yoongi takes out his phone from his pocket and types out a message. Seconds later, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You let a few seconds pass before you read it.

“Stop. I don’t know what you have in mind but don’t look at me like that.”

You sigh, looking up at Yoongi who gives you a threatening look, a look that’s enough to make you look down, blushing slightly. Realizing that maybe you’ve gone too far, that perhaps Yoongi didn’t want you tonight, and that you’d better behave in the presence of all his friends. Despite his threat, you still look up to look at him. This time, it’s a desperate look, a look that says “I need you”. But Yoongi nods slowly and turns his gaze. You sigh, not being able to stop yourself from staring at every detail of his magnificent sulky face.

The boys set themselves up to watch the movie and dim the lights. You take the opportunity to get up to join the bathroom where you can put a little water on your neck, Yoongi turning you on so much you need to refresh yourself. You feel his eyes on you as you leave the room and bite your lip to refrain you from looking at him. You cross the dark corridor and enter the bathroom. After putting some water on your neck and your cheeks, you look in the mirror and mentally urge yourself to stop fantasizing about your man for a second. Just a second, please.

You get out of the bathroom and get slammed against the wall by Yoongi who’s kissing you passionately, placing his leg between yours to give you the friction you crave since the beginning of the evening. You moan against his mouth, your hands passing in his hair while he sticks even more against you. He devours you as if he had not touched you for two days and seems to give zero fuck about the risk of being caught by one of the members. Once he’s done kissing you (for the moment), he beckons you the door of his bedroom with his head. You smile at him, stroking his cheek as he smiles back at you, whispering you to hurry.


When you enter the dance studio, Jimin still has not finished his practice. He’s never done when you join him here anyway. Jimin never stops working. You smile when you see his face lighting up when he sees you and sit against the mirror to watch him dance.

After a while, he let out a long exhausted sigh and walks towards you before sitting on the ground, his legs apart on both sides of yours. He leans on his hands behind his back and swings his head back, his breathing still heavy. “Ah, my legs hurt so much… I think I’m done for today” he sighs, slightly wincing when he wants to lift a leg but gives up under the pain.

You smile tenderly, kneeling between his legs. Leaning slightly, you start to massage his left calf, ignoring your boyfriend’s whine when he tells you not to touch him because he’s sweaty as fuck. You make sure to press your fingers where he’s used to having cramps, tearing him a groan of satisfaction. The problem is that Jimin turns you on when he moans, whatever the situation. Soon, inappropriate thoughts run through your head as you move up on Jimin’s leg, now massaging his gorgeous thigh.

You raise your eyes to Jimin who bites his lip when he sees how naughty this look is. He asks with a hoarse, adorable, playful voice :

“ What was that ?

- Nothing, just massaging my baby…

- Yeah ?

- Yeah. ”

You share an absolutely explicit look but Jimin is forced to close his eyes when you press on a particularly painful point and that relieves him instantly. He’s still moaning, and you know he’s fully aware of the effect it has on you. You bite your lip and, staring at his parted lips, you move your hands a little too far. Jimin opens his eyes and whispers “don’t” but his eyes tell you otherwise. With a naughty smile, you put your hand on his chest and push him gently so he lies on the ground. You lean over him and, your hand slipping on his crotch, you whisper “But you want to…”. His moan and the way his hand grabs yours to increase its pressure are enough for you to know you’re right.


It’s very late at night when Jungkook’s belly gurgles. You turn your head towards him as he hugs you from behind while he plays on his computer (he likes to have something to bite when he loses : in this case, it’s your neck and your cheek) and ask him if he’s hungry. Jungkook nods without looking at you and finishes his game before dragging you to the kitchen. It’s very late and the boys are all asleep, so you have be extremely quiet.

He takes some vanilla ice cream while you take a spoon. You sit on the floor and put the ice cream between your legs. You take a big spoonful and get it closer to your boyfriend’s mouth, a smile raising on his lips as he eats it. You smile as you see him so happy and take a spoon for yourself before giving him the beak again.

Every time you lean towards him to feed him, you purposely press your arms against each other to bring out your boobs that looks already tasty under the little crop top that you wear. And Jungkook doesn’t miss a single beat of that delicious sight. He looks at you licking the spoon and smirks, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He drives you crazy in his white t-shirt, he drives you crazy when he stares at you like that. But you asked for it.

When you think he has eaten enough (and decide that it’s time to push this little cute babyboy against the mattress), you get up and pick up the ice cream to put it back in the refrigerator. You lift yourself on tiptoe to reach it and, the second you place the ice cream inside, Jungkook slams the door. You hold a little scream, scared that it’s gonna wake up the others, but it’s another kind of scream you want to let out when Jungkook sticks his body against yours from behind.

His hands presses your hips, even going dangerously on the front of your thighs so that your butt is glued to his crotch. His mouth begins to devour your neck and you have to clench your fingers on the fridge not to fall under the excitement he causes you. You turn around eagerly, wanting to kiss him so bad, but he barely gives you time to whisper “Jeongguk” before lifting you on his shoulder, heading for his king size bed to make love to his princess.

anonymous asked:

Lbh physical attraction is important too. Do you really think that Clarke looks at Bellamy that way? because I don't see any evidence at all






Gifs credit: (x)

Nah, I think she cares about the health of his lips, and she always checks him out to see if he’s wearing his jacket. She doesn’t want him to catch cold.

BTS REACTION - You being thick/chubby

Thank you so much for the request, I think that all of BTS would love the girl for who they are, despite their weight, so I’m gonna do you a small scenario with each member! I hope that’s okay, I just don’t want it to be repetitive.

Kim Namjoon

Whilst Namjoon was showering, you opened your silk robe to reveal the lingerie you had gotten not long ago. A sigh left your parted lips as you looked at your body.  You had always hated your body, always been on the ‘thick’ side rather than super skinny like all those beautiful girl idols. As soon as you heard Namjoon open the bathroom door you quickly closed your robe and climbed into bed under the covers.

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elucidation |myg| 0.1

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

pairing: min yoongi x reader 

words: 2.5k+

genre: werewolf, fluff, angst, smut

summary: finding your alpha was supposed to be something blissful and simple, but of course, life doesn’t always work out that way.

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Yay I finally did it! This is one of my favourite outfits from city living and I just needed it in some more neutral/ toned down colours. 

Moonphase Sims: City Living full body recolour.

Getting rid of the jacket texture was a pain so I wouldn’t call it perfect but its good enough for me! Hopefully someone else will find some use for it. I’m more than happy to take swatch requests for this if you want some better toned down colours. I kinda ran outta ideas! I’m going to make a plain bright version of this as well at some point.

Comes in 5 swatches.


Sims File Share 

Please tag me if you use it i’d love to see!

haveievermentioned  asked:

Jagged and Marinette Brotp please?

Yes! I’m for it. I’m looking forward to the Troublemaker episode when we can see them interact more.

-Jagged appoints himself as Marinette’s ‘Uncle Jagged’ and takes it upon himself to give her advice.

-He sends her postcards from all the locations he goes on his tour.

-Jagged wingmans for Marinette because someone as talented as her should be able to have anything she wants.

-Guitar lessons

-Marinette teaching Jagged how to do basic repairs for when he’s on tour and rips his favorite jacket.

-Jagged writing a song for Marinette for her birthday.

-Marinette helps Penny throw Jagged an epic birthday bash.

-Marinette babysits Fang when Jagged has to go places that don’t allow crocodiles.

-When Chloe gets on Marinette’s nerves, Jagged offers to let Fang eat her, and Marinette’s like “omg, Jagged, I love you for even suggesting that, but I’m pretty sure it’s illegal.”

-Over the summer, Jagged convinces Marinette to get a purple streak in her hair, and Tom and Sabine fear that their daughter is entering the punk, rebellious stage.

-Jagged is actually a good role model and instructs Marinette to stay in school and chase her dreams.

-He’s her biggest fan and sends her flowers when she gets into the fashion school she always talked about.

-They share a secret garden of inspiration, and like to hang out around Paris bouncing ideas off each other.

-Jagged sings the song for the first dance at Marinette’s wedding.

-Sometimes he and Penny babysit their kids and take them out for ice cream.

some twitter ideas for human!kiibo! I wanted to give him a big and poofy and comfy jacket, but I also wanted to see him in something a bit more fitted like his robo outfit// 

Magnus Bane is my aesthetic.
It’s hard to draw when you can actually see what you are drawing but I really liked that photo so I had to try. Also while drawing it I couldn’t stop thinking that he’s wearing leather jacket (Alec’s leather jacket to be specific). Wouldn’t that be amazing?
If you want to find more of my drawings check out my instagram account @alexssketch

❝ At the end of the day ❞

Plot: When you and your boyfriend Jimin get into a fight, he hits you and you’re scared of him. 

Pairing: JiminxReader

Words count: 2,3k+

Genre: Angst, fluffy ending 

For anon, I hope you like it! M. ♥

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“So do you choose your job? Again? ”

“I don’t choose, you know I’ve to do it.” He hums, bowing his head and you can see guilt in his  eyes, even if he hid them to you.  

You look at him, trying to figure out why you’re once again the second choice. You can’t even more to get mad because you know he won’t never choose you and it’s the thing that hurts the most.

You sigh and get up off the couch, where until a few minutes before you were joking and laughing like two children, turning away from him and from the sense of oppression that that situation is causing.

“Y/N, wait! ” He yells, but you don’t listen to him and not turn around.

“Can I be alone?”

“Nope… We need to talk about this.”

“Why?” You ask, upon entering the kitchen, continuing to avoid his gaze.

“Because we should fi-”

“Fix what? You has already decided that you’ll forsake our anniversary for the job, as all the other times. ” You stop him, twist out and look straight at him. He keeps his head down and you would just for once, one time, he chose you. You bite your bottom lip while you’re holding back from saying more and perhaps more painful. Despite everything you don’t want to hurt him.

“You know if I cou–”

“No, because even if you could you would choose BTS. I figured it out months ago and I accepted it, they’re important and are part of you. But, I mean, what am I to you? ”

“You choose your work often, Y/N”.

His answer has a bitter taste, you can feel the resentment you didn’t know he tried. Still he can’t compare your occasional waivers to his constant “No, today I’ve practice”; “I need to register”; “We’ve got some photoshoot”.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. ” You whispers, lowering your head, turn off and trying to hold back your anger. You don’t want to fight and for that let slip the matter, feeling his arms tighten around your hips. He draws you to him and buries his face against your neck, wondering again sorry.

“Okay, it’s work.. go Jimin, otherwise you’re going to be late.. ”

“I promise to come home soon, I swear.”

You just nod, knowing that he’ll shed ever soon, smiling at him and leaving a little kiss on his temple. Those little moments are sweet and bitter for you, because on the one hand his sweetness makes you melt but you know it’s temporary, like a thunderclap and this leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

“Go!” You yell at him with soft voice, faking a smile, which he interprets as true. He moves and after a few minutes you hear his joyful greeting to the entry, remaining totally alone. The silence of your apartment, you two still don’t live together but he often stays at your place when you’re spending time together, envelops you and makes you feel even more his absence.

“As always.. Y/N get dressed, it’s no use staying here to bask in commiseration. Go shopping, have fun.. You don’t need him. ”

The problem is that you always need him.


The laughter of your friends are echoed in the small “cabine” of the photo’s machine, while you’re keep doing strange poses to every flash that blinds you eyes. You’ve not checked the clock or cell phone once, you didn’t want to ruin your mood but when your friends finally make you aware that it’s nearly 1 a.m., you get out of the cubicle and greeting all with a quick gesture of the hand.

The fresh air of the night is a cure and the thought of your boyfriend not grazed even once your mind. You missed him, every moment, but you got to live with it so as not to spoil yet another evening.

“Oh… Why are the lights on? ” You talkin’ to yourself in front of your door, noticing the lights in the living room.

You come quickly and approaching the room, just to freeze on the threshold when you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, a bouquet in his hands and a cold dinner on the coffee table.


“Hey, hi.”


“You know when I said that I would come home early, I really meant it.” He whispers and his voice is cold, provoking you a chill that runs along your spine and lets on you a strange sensation.

“Jimin.. do you know how many times you said it and you never came home earlier? ”

“So you thought this time would be so? You’ve so little faith in me, Y/N? ”

“It’s not what I’ve say!” You shout, albeit quietly, taking your jacket of and dropped it on the floor along with the bag.

“What’s that?”

“Do you know how many times you’ve made promises that you broke? I was tired of building expectations and see them collapse like a house of cards. ”

“So on our second anniversary you decided to party with your friends?” He asks, getting up from the sofa and throwing the bouquet on the coffee table with an huffy gesture. You also see from his gaze, as his eyes are dark, the hard line of his jaw. Jimin exudes anger and it scares you.

“What was I supposed to do? Stay home? Wait without knowing whether you were coming home or not? ”

“Yes, it was what you had to do.” He replyes and his eyes are on you, they don’t let a moment.

“Excuse me?”

“It was what you had to do. Stay at home, waiting. ”

“Like all the other times, Jimin?” You ask with tired tone, feeling his anger on your skin. Your mood is totally ruined and even this time you would like to discuss, but he seems to want to pick up a fight with you.  

“Do you think I might like? Do you think I’d be happy to know that you were waiting for me and I couldn’t be with you? ”


“Yes, honestly.”

“I don’t think you’d be happy, but if you cared more you would have been looking for ways to change things.”

Your voice is a whisper but you get that he heard, you see it in his eyes and you realize it’s time to create some space between you two. You ignore your jacket and your bag on the floor, turn away and head off towards the stairs but an iron grip on your wrist makes you freeze. A slight pain spreads in the part that he’s clutching, but you just ignore that itching and don’t turn around to face him. 

“Do you really think I don’t care about you??”

“I think you can’t put things on a right perspective Jimin. I think you keep thinking about the fact that I’m here. But I might as well not be there next time. ” You grumble, trying to wiggle out your wrist from his grip.

“Tell me while you’re looking at me in the eyes”  

It’s rude the way he appeals to you and how he does you turn, continuing to clutch, even stronger, your wrist.

You look at him in the eyes and you can’t find your Jimin in that gaze. It’s someone you don’t know.

“You’re hurting me.”

“So you’re telling me you’re not going to be here the next time? Is this what you want? What the hell can I do? You’re putting me in front of a choice, Y/N ”.

“No, it’s you. I’m not giving any ultimatum and especially I’m not asking you to choose, because we already know who would you choose. ”

It’s a split second. One minute you were just watching with anger into each others eyes, the next minute you’re sitting on stairs’ top step, your cheek that burns and him looks at you, completely shocked. He never laid a hand on you, even now he did it voluntarily, but still the pain you feel is true, real, so much so that tears begin to slip silently on your face.

You look at him in disbielief, brushing your cheek with the gentle touch of your fingertips while your breath is broken with sobs and tears continue to run on the skin of your cheeks.

“Y/N”. He stutters falling to his knees in front of you, on his face a terrified gaze that think you’re reflecting on your face. “I.. I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t want to… I-I… I just wanted to… Hell, I’m so sorry… I-I’m going to get some ice.” He adds and staggering rises again, rushing into the kitchen and leaving you alone.

You take a deep breath and review the scene in your mind. Trying to unburden the grip on your wrist, you started to jostle him and he caught off guard, he lefts your wrist with a violent gesture, only to give you a slap on your cheek. You saw the sudden change in his eyes, from dark and full of anger to innocent and scared. And that’s what doesn’t make you run, albeit feel fear grasping to each inch of your body. Your gaze alights on your hands and you try to stop their trembling, but it seems almost impossible.

“Here’s the ic–”

Hear his voice makes you jump and you move involuntarily, causing him to freeze instantly. He lays the ice on the small step beside you and walking away a few steps, sitting on the floors so that you can watch. You’re unable to speak or move, fear prevents you from doing anything.

“Y/N.. Please.. Say something.. ”

“T-thanks for the ice.”

“I would never hurt y-you…”

You just nod to his sentence, you know that but at that time you can’t think straight. You take the ice and resting on your cheek, sighing with pleasure for the relief that immediately causes you. Along with your sigh, though, you hear a different sound and lifting your look you realize that he started to cry. He keeps his face hidden in his hands, is folded back on himself and you hear his “I’m sorry”, murmured softly.

Something inside you changes, you feel the fear slipping away while a pain more stronger starts to make you tremble. As much as you don’t like what happened, seeing him in that condition makes you even more hurt.

“Jimin..” You whisper and stand up, by kneeling in front of him and trying to take away his hands so that you can look into his eyes.

“No.. I-I don’t deserve your sweetness Y/N… I hurt, I.. ”

“Yup, you hit me but it was accidentally. I know you would never hurt me. ”

“But I did.. and not just by hitting you. I hurt you for weeks. Yes, I see it in your eyes..”

“W-What?” You ask stammer.

“I see that I’ll always let you down, your smiles are fake and you’ve watery eyes the most of time. I see everything but I can’t do anything.. Because I don’t know how to do, I don’t know how to be scattered by BTS’ Jimin and the other Jimin, the boy madly in love who wants to stay with his girlfriend. ” He murmurs, leaving finally dropping his hands on his intertwined legs. His face is pale, you picture like yours, and immediately you caress his cheeks, erasing the mark of tears.


“I have no apologies Y/N, you’re right… You were right to go out with your friends, you did something for yourself and that’s what I love most…that you’re happy. ”

“You make me happy.”

“Yeah, of cour–”

“Stop. Yes, you often call off our dates because of work…but I see your efforts. After two nights in a row in practice for MAMA, two nights with a lack of sleep, you’ve come anyway to know my sister… I see it in your little gestures, your hugs when we sleep, I can tell by the way you look at me. Jimin we knew it would be tough. But no matter what if at the end of the day I can be with you. ”

You lay your forehead against his and feel the softness of his hand on your cheek where he hit. He’s touching so softly that you hardly feel his touch, just smile and touches the tip of his nose with your lips.

“How can I make it up?”

“Mmh …” You mumble, thinking intently.

“Because.. will you forgive me, right?”

“Oh God Jimin, breathe… Let’s do like this, now we sit on the couch, we order something to go and talk all night, as we did at the beginning. ”

“That’s it?” He wonders puzzled, looking at you frightened.

“Jimin, at the end of the day it’s enough for me that you’re with me, remember?”

“I remember …”


“I love you, Y/N. At the end of the day, in spite of what you may think, I just want you to be with me. ”


Draco sees fem!reader wearing Harry’s jacket and gets j e a l o us.


Draco clenched his jaw tightly.
You were wearing Potter’s bloody jacket.
He attempted to hold back the natural snarl that was twisting his face, as he watched that little shit look over at you and notice you were shivering from the cold November air before slidding his coat off of himself and onto you.
And then you smiled. And giggled. And thanked him. And nuzzled deeper against the lining.
“Jesus, Draco, you look prepared to kill a man,” Blaise joked from beside him, taking a drink of butterbeer.
“I damn well am considering it,” Draco fumed, tightening his vice like grip on his butterbeer, “Potter just thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants. For fuck’s sake, it’s like he’s claiming her as his. And she’s just okay with it! She’s just walking around with his stupid jacket as if to tell the whole world that Y/N is super close with Potter! It’s sick! I mean, she should’ve just brought another layer! Sharing jackets is so cliché and annoying! It’s like they’re in one of those dumb romance books!”
“You just want Y/N to wear your jacket, huh?” Blaise raised an eyebrow, smugly.
“Shut up,” Draco growled, “No one asked you.”
“So you wouldn’t want to see Y/N swimming in one of your jackets?”
“Yes, of course I would, okay? I’m not insane, that’d be fucking adorable,” he muttered, taking a swig, “But that’s different.”
“It’s only different because it’d be your jacket and not Potter’s?”
Blaise rolled his eyes and chuckled, “Draco, they aren’t dating. They’re just friends. There’s nothing to be jealous about.”
“Jealous? I’m not jealous! I just think Potter’s jacket looks dumb and my jacket would look much cuter on her. The green would bring out her eyes and make her hair more vibrant. Potter’s red jacket just washes her out…”
Blaise just shook his head, “Whatever you say, mate.”

(Next day)

You turned around to see one of your best friends jogging toward you.
“Oh, hey, Draco,” you smiled.
“Hey,” he nodded back.
You waited for whatever it was he had been planning to say when he called your name, but he said nothing else.
“It’s pretty cold out here, huh…” Draco said, eventually, in an awkward, unnatural tone that made you raise an eyebrow.
“Yeah… I suppose…”
“Really?!” Draco’s eyes lit up, “I mean, you can borrow my jacket if you want, I’m really not that cold…” he said, quickly.
“But you just said it was cold…?”
“I said it was cold outside, not that I was cold.”
“Yeah, but if you think it’s cold outside, then you are cold…”
“No, I’m saying it’s objectively cold outside.”
“Yeah, but -”
“Oh, my god, do you want the jacket or not?!” He exclaimed.
You chuckled at his outburst, “You saw Potter give me his jacket yesterday, didn’t you?”
Draco tried to shrug as nonchalantly as he could manage, “… Maybe.”
You laughed and rolled your eyes, “Draco, if you wanted me to wear your jacket, you should’ve just asked. I would’ve happily agreed.”
Draco’s eyes widened as a smile tugged on his face, “Really?”
You smiled back, nodding, “Of course.”
He giddily slipped the green jacket off of his shoulders and carefully onto yours. Then, he slid his fingers against your neck and un tucked your hair. Honestly, he thought you looked cuter with your hair tucked in, but he wanted an excuse to touch your hair.
You nuzzled into the jacket like you had yesterday, except this time it was adorable whereas last time it was infuriating.
You giggled, recognizing Draco’s jealousy, before reaching out and playfully messing up his hair, “Relax, Draco, just because I was wearing his jacket doesn’t mean I’m dating him or anything.”
Draco bit his lip, overjoyed at hearing you say that, but pressing on cheekily, “What if I say that wearing my jacket does mean you’re dating me?”
You raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to him, “Oh, does it now?”
He nodded, “Yup. It’s a rule.”
You took another few steps closer, causing Draco’s breathing to halt. You hummed thoughtfully, “An official rule?”
Draco managed to nod.
You stopped, inches from his face, and bit your lip before whispering, “Then perhaps it’d be better not to break it.”
Draco couldn’t stand it anymore, he closed the distance between you, pulling your laughing lips to his by your waist - the same waist wrapped in his jacket. Your arms found their way upward as your hands held his face, the same arms that were wrapped in his jacket. He loved associating that word to you: his.
You finally pulled apart, laughing contentedly.
“If I may say so,” Draco whispered to you, as you rested your head against his chest, “You do look absolutely beautiful in my jacket.”
“It’s going to be my jacket if you keep encouraging me like this,” you teased.
He grinned wider. Because that was an even better word that he liked associating with: yours.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare (Part Two)

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: The reader isn’t ready to confront Peter after all that happened the night before. However, the task of avoidance becomes increasingly more difficult as the day progresses. Having a fallout with your best friend is the worst.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,286

A/N: So I rewrote this part at least six times before begrudgingly deciding to post this version. I kept writing and deleting every version before this one because I didn’t like any of them. I don’t even really like this version, but I figured I made you guys wait long enough for a part two, and this was probably the best I was going to write. I’m sorry for any grammatical errors. I hope you can at least somewhat enjoy this poorly written imagi.

Part One / Part Three

Originally posted by spderman

You woke up to the sound of your alarm. As you slowly gained consciousness, the obnoxious noise echoed louder in your ears. You groaned to yourself and fumbled around for the snooze button. Finally getting the blasted thing to shut up, you groggily turned so that you could see the time. It was half past six in the morning. School started in one hour. You begrudgingly rolled (quite literally) out of bed and stumbled as you stood up. You stretched your arms above you head before yawning for what seemed like the longest time. Jeez, you were tired. Why were you so tired? Then it hit you.

Dinner. Relatives. Boyfriend. Peter.


Closing your eyes, your entire body shifted as the memories from last night flooded your mind. You suddenly had the very strong urge to retreat back under your covers and never face the world again. You shook you head. Hiding wouldn’t help anyone. You huffed out a frustrated breath before deciding to head to the kitchen. Maybe a quick breakfast would lighten your spirits. You didn’t get very far though. Not even five steps in, your foot fell on top of a material that most definitely was not hardwood floors. You looked down to find that you had stepped on what looked to be a men’s blazer. You picked the jacket up and stared at it. It was Peter’s jacket. The one he gave you last night before you told him to leave. Before you had your emotional breakdown. Before you had ruined everything. You stared at the piece of clothing in your hands. Tears were already starting to form in your eyes, but you couldn’t make yourself look away. It was all so fresh in your mind.

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