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anonymous asked:

Just imagine jeep sex w shawn like 😩


Look what you made me do…

You were singing along loudly to the radio, swaying your head and looking out the window on the street passing you by. You had graciously been allowed to drive Shawn’s jeep to the airport to pick him up, but the moment the two of you had gotten anywhere near the car, Shawn’s love for his precious jeep took over and once again you were banned to the passenger seat.

You didn’t mind much, to be fair. The only advantage Shawn had by always being the one driving, was that he got to pick the music, but you could live that.

At least this time, he wasn’t blasting his out voice out of the stereo just to annoy you. This time Ed Sheeran’s voice consumed the car.

You tilted your head to the left, catching Shawn’s gaze sticking at you. He smiled widely when he caught your gaze as well.

“Eyes on the road, Mendes!” You hissed at him, but it just made him laugh.

That little crocket smile, you loved so deeply, painted itself on his lips and he was giving you a teasing glance. Aww, your little baby was a bit needy. You grabbed around his chin with your thumb, pushing his face towards the road.

“I said, eyes on the road” You spoke once again, raising your eyebrow at him. Shawn leaned a little further towards you, licking his soft lips slowly.

“I like this view better” he rasped. His voice sounded sore, but the darkness made it even sexier than usually.

“I’m serious… You can drive and snapchat and risk your life on your own, but when I’m in the car? Hell no! Eyes on the road, Mendes” You teased him, letting your thumb caress his chin as you once again pushed his head to the side, forcing him to look out on the road ahead of you.

You watched as Shawn’s smug grew, but he decided to keep his eyes on the road this time. Playfully though, his mouth grabbed your thumb and he bit you harshly.

“Hey!” whined at him, but you only made it worse.

A massive smirk appeared on Shawn’s face and you were certain his eyes were shining.

“Trust me, babe. I can do a lot more than just biting you” Shawn rasped.

He shortly let his eyes fall on you, but then he looked back at the road. You felt the heat rush to your face as you twisted in the leather seat by his words.

“Like what?” you dared him, feeling your cheeks blush massively.

Why did this even make you shy? It wasn’t like Shawn had never talked dirty to you before. Actually, late night calls with Shawn usually consisted of dirty talk.

Shawn turned left on the road and continued driving back home, but he couldn’t help but let out a heavy breath.

“Oh darling, I’ve been gone for so long this time, you can’t even imagine what I’m going to do to you”

“Tell me” you whispered with the heat rushing around your body, leaving your skin tickly.

“Just as eager as me, huh?” Shawn laughed, once again looking at you shortly.

“Aww, and you’re blushing as well” he teased you. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his face back towards the road.

“Someone needs to teach you how to drive properly” you mocked back.

“Have we ever been in an accident or even close to it?”

“Well no…”

“Then stop complaining about my driving” He yelled.

He wasn’t mad, he was just joking with you. You leaned across your seat and closer to Shawn, almost letting your lips brush against his ear gently, taking a deep breath.

“I’m just keeping you safe, baby. That’s all” you whispered playfully.

You felt every fibre in Shawn’s body tighten and his muscles sudden tense feeling. Oh yeah, you were driving him crazy right now. Shawn’s grip around the steering wheel strengthen and his hands were rubbing it harshly.

“I wish you’d rub me like that” You whispered into his ear once again. You were messing with his mind and you fucking loved it.

You watched as the chills spread across Shawn’s body and how his mouth was suddenly gaping wiped open as he forced in air. Shawn swallowed heavily, letting his gaze catch you from the corner of his eyes.

You bit your lip the moment he turned to look at you, before licking them slowly. Shawn’s eyes were wide open and had a darken tone to them.

“It’s not fair. Stop it” he whispered back at you.

“Stop what?” you asked, innocently.

Quickly, Shawn leaned in and placed a damp kiss on your lips, before pulled back and was focusing on the road again.

“You know what, the teasing”

“Shawn-“ you said defensively, covering your mouth with you hand. “I would never”

“Liar” he laughed back at you.

“We’re home soon” you said, but it was more like a promise.

You let your hand disappear into Shawn’s hair, rubbing his head gently. Suddenly, Shawn made a harsh turn. A turn he wasn’t supposed to take, if he wanted to end up at home.

“Well, soon isn’t fast enough” he breathed heavily.

“What are you doing?” you laughed, looking at him confused.

Shawn made another turn and suddenly he pulled the car up in a empty parking lot near a small supermarket. Before you could react, Shawn had grabbed roughly around your neck and pulled you into his welcoming lips.

His move forced all the air out of your lungs. His tongue spread your lips and slit into your mouth. Only half a second later, you tasted that mix of mint and sweet mango only Shawn tasted like.

Shawn unbuckled your seatbelt quickly, before pulling you across the car and over to sit on his lap. You immediately felt the big bugle between Shawn’s legs, pressing hardly against you.

Shawn grabbed your ass roughly, almost making you moan against his wet lips. You pulled out of the kiss, staring surprisingly at him.

“Shawn, here? We might get caught” you gasped, completely out of breath.

“I swear to you, I don’t fucking care. I’m so hard for you, right now” Shawn’s voice sounded so desperate in this moment.

You let your eyes stick at him for a bit. The heat had rushed to his face, making his cheeks red and his entire face damp. His lips were trembling and he was… well, very hard.

Shawn needed this; right here, right now, in the car. Your mother always told you that those teenage years was made for living a little dangerously, so you figured that maybe she was right.

Shawn looked at you, wanting impatiently for a reaction, actually more like begging for one. It was like his eyes screamed please touch me.

You licked your lip, unbuckling his seatbelt as well. A broad smug spread on his face, but you just rolled your eyes at him. When you thought about it, Shawn had mentioned car sex several times before.

Only seconds after, Shawn’s hands were now greedily placed on your body again, exploring all the places he’d missed for so long. You rubbed yourself against Shawn, feeling his length grow even bigger and even harder through his black jeans.

Shawn’s hand grab around your ponytail, pulling it back roughly so his tongue was able to lick along your bare neck.

You struggled to unbutton his pants for a bit, but to your defence, Shawn’s hands caressing all the right places on your body, made it very hard to function properly. You finally managed to undo them and pulled down his pants a little. It was impossible to take his clothes off in the car, so it would have to do.

Shawn pushed up your dress and gripped around the hem of your panties. Slowly, his fingers ran down your thighs, leaving goose bumps all over your skin. When the panties made it down to your ankles, Shawn grabbed around your hips, helping you to push yourself down his massive length.

You had to support your balance by placing a hand on the roof of the jeep, while feeling Shawn glide even further into you.

Whenever Shawn and you hadn’t had sex in a while, he always seemed much thicker than you really remembered him.

You pushed Shawn further down his car seat as you started riding him roughly. Quiet moans escaped Shawn’s trembling lips and he threw his head back in pure please.

“Fuck” he breathed, once again grabbing around your hips.

His big and strong hands pushed you to move even faster and even harder down against him. Biting your lip, you were able to strangle the otherwise loud whimpers that would have slipped out of your mouth.

You back felt a pain from the steering wheel brushing against your skin, but the pleasure from feeling Shawn so deep inside you covered it up.

Shawn’s thumb ran across your quivering lips and you grabbed for it and started sucking it hard. Your gaze caught Shawn and you couldn’t help but let out a small smile. The pleasure was rushing in over him, leaving him completely consumed by your bodies greedily meeting each other’s.

His dark, curly hair had become all sweaty and sticky and he was struggling to regain control over his breath. His big hands ran down your back, before his nails were digging into your bare thighs, leaving red marks afterwards.

Your mouth found his damp neck and your tongue left a trail from the skin on his neck, to his soft lips. Shawn pushed his lower body up to meet your thrust, which made you bite his lip harshly from the bliss consuming you.

“Holy fuck” Shawn moaned against your skin.

You couldn’t get any words out of your lips, but your screaming certainly assured him you felt the same way. Shawn’s thumb pushed up your chin so he could look at you.

“Kiss me while I cum” he begged, sending you a tiny smile.

Your hands disappeared into his sticky hair and you closed the gap between your craving lips. You rode Shawn harder and he pushed himself up to meet your welcoming and wet body and he thrusted himself further into you, than he had ever been before.

You both reached your breaking point and it collided in a massive scream from the both of you as Shawn exploded inside of you.

Still sitting on Shawn’s lap, you collapsed into his chest. Shawn’s heart was pounding and his chest was burning warm. He lovingly kissed the top of your head, as you rested it against his collarbone. Shawn’s hands wrapped around you and he hugged you tightly.

You were both trying to regain some sort of strength, but this sex had been too good to recover from in the matter of seconds.

“We so need to have car sex more often” Shawn laughed, once again kissing the top of your hair.

You looked up and met his wide childish smile, rolling your eyes at him. He leaned down and kissed your nose tip gently.

“Yeah, we definitely do” you laughed back, cuddling yourself further into Shawn’s chest.

“Another reason to just love this jeep” he said, smiling widely. 

i hate you

→scenario: You and Jungkook have always been rivals, but there seems to have been some unknown sexual tension there as well.

→genre: smut/fluff

→word count: 2,740

→a/n: i wrote this after i read that jungkook’s ideal type must be at least 168 cm, and i was upset because I’m no where near that height LOL. but this was the first bts smut I’ve written, so please enjoy!

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Sex Bomb (Smut)


Request:  Yo can you make an imagine about buying the sex bathbomb and taking a bath with shawn that leads to some slow passionate sex ?

Word Count: 2,217

Sex Bomb

“Are you done yet, please?” Shawn whined at me.

I was holding another dress up in front of me, looking at myself in the mirror.

“Soon babe, I promise” I assured him.

He stuck his tongue out at me, obviously very annoyed with me. It just made me laugh, though. He was cute when he got frustrated. Shawn leaned against the wall in the store, doing his very best to let me know, he surely wasn’t happy with me.

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Jimin (M)

Originally posted by mochixhamster

The moment you got back to your hotel after long day with your family, you plopped down onto the bed; sighing in pure relief as the pillow-y mattress relieved your aching back. 

Suddenly the muffled sound of your ringtone playing and followed by the irregular vibrating filled the room. “Crap..” You huffed, thinking it was one of your cousins until you lifted your phone up to your face. 

Jiminnie 💕 is calling.. 

A bright grin painted across your face the instant you saw his name on the screen, immediately you answered and his lovely face appeared. 

His plush lips curled up in a soft smile, “Hey baby.” He cooed, giving you a slight wave. “How’s the visit with your family going?” 

“Well..” You pouted, holding the camera up as you ruffled your messy hair. “It’s been good, we had a little family gathering today and a bunch of my family came.” You said with a soft nod, “It was good, but I got so sad when they asked why you weren’t with me.” 

Jimin automatically pouted, looking like a complete cherub as always. “I’m sorry babygirl, you know I wish I could’ve been there with you.” 

Nodding again, you offered him a sweet reassuring smile, “It’s okay, sweet pea.” You added, “I just really, really miss you- I feel so lonely.” 

His lips pursed together, “I know, I miss you too.” He hummed, running his fingers through his soft brunette hair. “I miss your kisses and cuddles so much, but-” He began, holding back his giggles as he attempted to keep a straight face, “-If you were here I’d beat that pussy up like you never felt before.” 
Immediately the two of you broke out into laughter as you remembered the song Namjoon did years ago. 

Once you both calmed down, you rolled your eyes at him while biting your lower lip. “I can’t believe you said that, babe.” You sighed, cupping your cheek in your hand, “But if I’m being honest, I really wish you were here fucking me right now.” 

Jimin’s eyes widen as his bit his lower lip, shaking his head; the corner of his mouth lifted in a dumbfounded smirk, “You’re so fucking lucky everyone’s asleep, jagi.” 

Instinctively, your free hand travel down to your lower half- swiftly pushing up your skirt, teasing your clothed core. “Why, Daddy?” You cooed, lightly nipping at your lip as the wetness between your legs increased, “What would you do, huh?” 

Immediately, he could tell what you were trying to do. Licking those oh-so delectable lips of his, he raised his brow at you. “Daddy would definitely have to punish you babygirl.” He began, his tone changing from sweet and cute to absolute sex. 

Pushing your panties to the side, your fingers lightly traced up and down your drenched slit, “Oh really?” You airily replied, slightly hissing as you grazed your hardened clit. 

“Of course princess.” Jimin smoothly replied, the sound of his belt and jeans coming undone followed. “Oh fuck..” He groaned, “Daddy’s so fucking hard because you, little girl.” 

Seeing his lust darkened eyes fixating on you and hearing the desire in his voice turned you on, on a whole other level. You let out a delicate, needy little moan as you teased your entrance just before sliding two of you small fingers deep inside of you. “Da- Daddy~” You purred, throwing your head back into your pillows as you imagined he was the one deep inside you. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty babygirl.” He groaned, angling the camera down slightly- showing you his hardened cock as he grabbed the base of it. 

“Look at what you’ve done to Daddy babygirl. Look at how hard I am for you.” 

“Fuck, I wish I was inside you princess..” 

“The moment you come home I’m going fuck your brains out- I’m gonna make that pretty little pussy of yours scream.” 

Settled Down

Hello everyone! A big thank you to @cercandotiaffogo for requesting this! I hope you like it. 

This One Shot is about Harry entrusting Y/N with the first draft of the ‘Another Man’ article, in which he happens to talk about her as well. 

Warnings: It may hint on some bedroom activities but there is no smut. 

Picture is not mine but oh do I wish it were. 

My eyes squeezed shut in order to block out the rays of sunlight coming in through the thin curtains, leaving warm patterns against my skin. A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth when I sensed the presence of another person in the room and happiness spread through every fiber of my body, as I knew precisely who it was.


Warm hands settled to rest on my ribcage, holding my body still as he moved his own to rest on top of mine. I suppressed a groan upon bearing his weight and instead sighed happily when his lips began leaving gentle kisses down my neck to my collarbones. I gasped upon feeling he was in fact, still naked just as I was and felt overwhelmed with delight due to how comfortable the two of us had gotten to be with each other. His thumbs moved in caressing, circular motions over my naked skin and his soft hair tickled my cheek as its strands brushed it. All in all, I couldn’t imagine a moment I ever felt any happier than I did now. Naked in Harry’s bed with him on top in an intimate, yet non-sexual way.

“Wanna see your eyes,” Harry hummed, his voice heavy with emotion.

His head lowered once more as he let his lips nip and kiss the curve below my breast, his face breaking into a smile once after receiving a particular loud gasp when his nose brushed against the sensitive skin.

“Impossible,” I croaked out, my voice barely above a whisper as I was still sleepy, “Your head is too far down from where my face is.”

“Hm,” Harry agreed and squeezed me softly where his hands still held my waist, while pressing his chest down on my lower stomach, “I can always go a bit further down if you want, love.”

I giggled at his teasing words and secured a hand at the back of his neck, my fingers curling to hold on to his soft hair, keeping him from moving lower and make true of his thread.

Harry noticed my action and whined, though I knew he loved it when I took hold of his soft hair just as much as I loved doing it.

“Do you not want me to?”

I shook my head and tried to pull him up, still refusing to open my eyes.

“Want you to kiss me properly,” I whispered.

He hummed in response, yet didn’t move.


A laugh fell from my lips when he didn’t budge. Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I spread my legs wide enough to wrap them around his hips.

“Woah,” Harry laughed when I lifted my lower-half up to push and force him up my body. I whined at the strength it cost me, yet it worked and I could nudge him up to come closer to my face, something that wouldn’t have worked without him complying. He appeared to like my sudden demanding side and leaned in to rest his cheek pressed against my own, the gesture almost more intimate than him kissing my breasts. I hummed and moved my arms to rest them around his bare shoulders, keeping him close and pressed against my body.

“Good morning, darling,” I breathed against his shoulder.

I felt overwhelmed by his sent, warmth and presence, yet in the best way possible. Harry moved his hands from my ribs to my shoulder blades and I whined at the tickling sensation, my stomach jumping and clenching, as hundreds of butterflies flew and went wild still whenever I got to be alone with Harry. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my jaw, allowing his lips to linger.

“Mornin’ baby. Sleep well?”

I nodded and sighed. “Very.”

“M'glad,” Harry hummed, “still wanna see your pretty eyes though.”

I shook my head, accidentally knocking my head against his temple with the movement. He made a noise of complaint so I quickly pressed a soothing kiss to the sore skin to ease his whining.

“Harsh,” Harry grumbled, “There’s no need to beat me up, love. Just wanted to show you something s'all.”

“I’m sorry, my baby,” I apologized, eased by the feeling of him kissing my neck softly, so I knew he couldn’t be too grumpy. “What was it you wanted to show me?”

Harry huffed and rolled off of me to rest by my side, leaving one arm slung over my stomach and my legs intwined with his. A smile spread widely on his face when I opened my eyes to peer at him, his lovely face flushed and rosy as his head rested on the pillow.

“Something came in the post today,” he said, leaning into my touch when I rested my hand against his cheek. His eyes sparkled and his brows were raised. “The script of the magazine they wanted to have me in. I’ve told you about, remember?”

“‘Course I do,” I hummed and scratched his skin gently, “You were so excited. The release of that magazine s'gonna shake the internet the second it’s published, I hope you know that.”

“Well, that’s what I was going for, love,” Harry laughed, “Anyway, that came in today. And I was wondering if you’d mind going through them for me before I send them back to let them be published. It’d be really helpful to have a second opinion and yours is one I can count on.”

He bit his full bottom lip as he waited for my answer.

“Sure,” I agreed, happy he trusted me and my judgement enough to read something as intimate and personal as his Another Man interview before anyone else did.

“Great.” He smiled and moved to push himself away from me, rolled over and got up, a movement that was quickly followed by my whine.


He turned back to look at me, unfazed by my wandering eyes, trailing down from his chest to his boxer covered hips and thighs.

“What’s it now?”

“You didn’t kiss me,” I pouted, sitting up and adjusting the sheets so it covered my naked chest.

Harry chuckled and my heart danced when he came crawling back onto the bed. A lump rose in my throat when I noticed how his muscles popped out when he rested his weight on his tattooed arms. Harry had gotten so much stronger over the many months of shooting his movie and though I sometimes missed the former softness his hips had held, the hardness of his torso was something I couldn’t get enough of.

“I love you,” he murmured.

Harry’s face had gotten so close he could nudge my nose with his. My stomach jumped and I reached up, holding him by his jaw. “I love you, too, Harry. So much”

His green eyes bore into mine with so much emotion in them, my mouth went dry. His features looked so soft and the fact that he was still half naked had me incredibly distracted. My eyes kept falling down to his bare stomach, before raising to meet his eyes, my cheeks red in embarrassment. Harry chuckled.

“Let me give you a proper hello, yeah?”

Before I could answer, his lips were pressed to mine, knocking the breath out of me. He groaned into my mouth upon hearing my low moan and leaned in further, resting both hands on my thighs, holding and squeezing them. I let him move his lips against mine and enjoyed the feeling for as long as he let me, my head dizzy and my limps like jelly. He drove me crazy.
A shriek escaped me when his hand pulled at the sheet which I still clutched to my chest tightly, covering me.

“I don’t think you need this,” Harry whispered, before his teeth teasingly pulled at my bottom lip.
I shook my head and leaned in to kiss him again. We continued to move our lips together, yet I continued to refuse to let go of the material, even though his forceful pulls increased.

“Stop it,” I whispered, “I do need this.”

Harry whined, but let go of the sheet and instead took hold of my hand. His fingers entwined with mine and I gasped when his chest pressed to mine, pushing me back on the mattress. He hovered over me as we kissed some more before he pulled away, allowing his lips to brush over mine a few times.

“I’ll go fetch us breakfast,” he announced and began crawling off the bed again, “How do waffles sound to you?”

“With berries?” I asked, still laying on my back. My eyes followed his movements as he got to his feet.

“'Course with berries.”

“And whipped cream?” I wondered.

Harry chuckled and reached down to take hold of the sheet once more.

“Anything you want, my love,” he promised, “but first: this really needs to go.”

I shrieked when he pulled forcefully and laughed when the material slipped from my body.


“You don’t have to if you don’t want,” Harry muttered as he hesitantly handed me the copy of the script.

His sudden self-consciousness made me smile a little, as well as ache. He was so confident and proud all the time, I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about him sometimes getting insecure when it came to being open in front of me. I did understand it though.
I was his weakness, just like he was mine. The other’s opinion simply mattered much more, especially since nowadays almost every decision one of us made involved the other as well.

“I want to,” I assured and took the papers from his grasp.

Harry whined but let me take them before crossing his arms over his chest, which was covered by the flowery shirt he had made me iron for him only yesterday.

“M'not gonna fix those wrinkles this time, Styles,” I mumbled, nodding to his torso.

Harry looked down and quickly let his arms fall to his sides. “Stop nagging and get to it.”

I rolled my eyes, yet bit back a remark and turned to look back at the article in my hand.
My heart skipped as I read the title, his name printed in big letters. The papers didn’t include any of the pictures yet, as it was solely about the text. I doubted Harry would’ve let me see the script had it included the selection of pictures he’d chosen, as he’d said he wanted them to be a surprise. My skin prickled when I opened the bundle of papers on the front page, the white sheet covered with his words printed in black. I let my finger trace one of the sentences, finding it incredible how he’d gotten the chance to share his thoughts so detailed and authentic.
When I looked up from the first paragraph, I found him still standing in front of me, his eyes set on my face as he awaited my reaction. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“Stop staring like that. It’s irritating.”

“But I wanna know how you feel about it.” Harry argued.

I shook my head and raised one hand to push him back by his shoulder, huffing when he didn’t move as if my effort did nothing to him.

“Go watch some TV or something and I’ll find you when I’m done.”

“But,” Harry began, “wanna see your face while you read.”

“No, Harry. You’re making this feel very uncomfortable and suffocating.”

He huffed and sent me one last pleading look, pushing his plumb bottom lip forward into a pout, before he gave up and turned around, making his way to the living room. I giggled at his silly behavior as I filled myself a glass of juice and quickly decided that it was probably the best if I locked myself into our bedroom, in case he changed his mind.
Once I was settled on our bed with my legs crossed and the draft of the magazine in my lap, I relaxed. Excitement danced at the bottom of my stomach as I prepared myself for reading thoughts Harry most likely hadn’t shared with me before. I took a deep breath and started to read, finding quite quickly that once I’d started I could not take my eyes off. My fingers flipped over page after page, following the lines on the paper that were Harry’s words.
He was so captivating and had me falling in love with him all over again with every page I finished. The brilliance of his mind was something that surprised me still, no matter how long I had known him for.
It was when I reached the second to last page when my body tensed up. Throughout the entire interview, Harry had spoken about his background, future plans, his music and other projects he had in mind. Not once had he mentioned me, which hadn’t been a surprise. Harry and I had decided to keep our relationship as much out of the spotlight as his life allowed it, so usually he didn’t mention me during things like this at all.
This time however, he had, in an article with the name “Settled Down”.

I: So Harry, as we understand you are currently in a rather committed relationship.

H: It’s pretty serious, I’d say.

I: You got engaged, recently, haven’t you?

H: We have, yes.

I: Was that a difficult decision to make? Getting engaged usually counts as a pretty big step.

H: No, not at all. I think Y/N and I have spoken about getting each other rings quite early on in the relationship. We somehow new right from the start that we were 'it’ for each other, so to speak. And, yeah (…) I suppose once you’re sure that you’ve found the right person to have by your side for the rest of your life, the 'letting the other know and making it official’ part comes naturally.

I: Awe, well that’s really sweet.

H: Thank you.

I: How come the two of you waited for so many years to take the step, then?  If you knew so early that it would eventually happen.

H: I suppose it was my fault, to be honest. My job kept me busy and in different locations than she was a lot of the time. And (…) you know, we knew we’d want to properly celebrate the decision of getting married. 'Cause that’s what you do, right?

I: Oh, I wouldn’t know. I am still on the marked.

H: Oh, well, I’ve been told that’s what one normally does.

I: I’m pretty sure it is. Anyhow, you were saying?

H: Right, we wanted to celebrate our engagement and preferably not in a rented hotel room or, you know, on an airplane or, god forbid, over the phone. So it really only made sense to wait until our lives allowed us some quiet time with no expiration date. It was important to us to make it feel right and relaxed. Even if it meant postponing for a bit.

I: Wasn’t she getting impatient? Four years of waiting is quite a long time.

H: Y/N is a very patient person, thank god. And she wanted it to be special, too, so she didn’t mind waiting too much. I hope. Maybe she just hasn’t told me!

I: Well, let’s hope she’s as fine with it as you believe her to be! Congratulation to you both.

H: Thank you, Susan!

I: You haven’t set a date, though, have you?

H: No, we haven’t yet. We’re really enjoying each other’s company at the moment, spending a lot of time together and stuff. Y/N and I are quite happy the way things are.

I: Of course. Being engaged is fun. Why put an end to it so soon when there’s so much time to get married later on, right?

H: Absolutely.

I: So, you’d say you’re at a great point of your life right now?

H: The best, honestly. I get to make new experiences at the moment which is very enriching. My family is well and healthy. I get to see Y/N a lot, which always makes me happy. So yeah, everything is good.

I: That’s great!

H: And of course this magazine is coming up which will be out on the 29th of September. 

I: So subtle, Harry.

H: I try.

My cheeks actually hurt from smiling so widely and my heart raced. It was simple, it was honest, it was Harry. He didn’t share too much private information about our relationship, yet said just the right things to describe how happy we were.
The few tears that had slipped onto my cheeks had turned into more and before I knew it I was pushing the papers from my legs and hurried out of the room. My feet made a loud noise as I stumbled down the stairs and into our living room where my future husband sat, his elbows resting on his knees as he concentrated on what was being played on the telly.
However, alarmed by the sobbing noises I was making, he shot up from his seating position and to his feet just in time to catch me as I threw myself at him. My hands clutched at his shoulders before I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Baby,” Harry gasped, pressing his hands to my back. “What’s the matter?”

I shook my head, burying my face into his neck and letting my tears spill onto the bare skin of his collarbones. Unfazed by the wetness trickling down to and ruining his shirt he hoisted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

“L-lov-” I gasped, trying to get out the sentence. “Harry-”

“Calm down, darling,” Harry soothed, his hold on me tightening with every shaking motion of my shoulder, “deep breaths. What’s wrong?”

“Love you,” I whined, “so, so much, Harry.”

“That’s what this is about?” Harry laughed, all the worry falling from him as his shoulders seemingly relaxed. He pecked the top of my head when my crying increased.

I was a rather emotional person and it usually didn’t take much for me to have tears spill over. However, Harry hadn’t ever seen me cry out of happiness before. I hadn’t even shed a tear when he’d asked me to marry him, though that was only due to his proposal being completely spontaneous and while we were making dinner together. He’d later on joked he hadn’t organized anything on purpose, so that I wouldn’t embarrass myself by wailing in front of him.

“Harry,” I cried and tightened my hold on him.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

Harry shook his head and carried me to the couch where he sat down so I could cuddle into his chest whilst sitting in his lap.

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” he spoke quietly but started laughing when I made noises of protest. “What was that?”

“It wasn’t bad!” I cried, “Not at all, Harry. So Amazing.”

“You really think so?”

I shuddered at the softness in his tone, it becoming apparent that he was sincerely worried I may not have liked what he’d spoken about. My legs unhooked from around his waist and I pushed myself back so I could sit a little further back on his legs. Harry smiled when I rested my hands against his cheeks, holding his face in place. My eyes locked with his green ones before I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his pink lips. A small moan escaped Harry’s throat when my tongue invaded his mouth before he could react properly and I responded by moving my hips against his.

“Y/N,” he groaned and settled both hands on my hips, trying to hold me still.

I whined when his head moved back in an attempt at disconnecting our lips, so I held his face tighter and leaned further in, keeping my lips attached to his. Harry laughed and accepted my needy kisses some longer, before I finally let him go again. I grinned at how pink his lips had gotten and how his short brown hair stuck out into every direction, making him look both, incredibly handsome and funny.

“It was so good!” I promised, my voice less frantic, now that I had somehow showed him how I felt.

Harry smiled softly and pecked my nose. “Meant every word, darling.”

“I could tell,” I hummed and moved my fingers to the top button of his shirt.

Harry grinned, but didn’t comment when I slowly began to unbutton it. My eyes were set on his chest as I pushed my hand underneath the material to rest against his warm skin, my thumb drawing circles right below one of the swallows covering his chest.

“Like how you didn’t say too much, but enough to really give them a picture of how happy we are right now.”  

“Because we are,” Harry agreed.

I nodded and leaned in to kiss his jaw. “I’m glad your fans will now rest assured that I’m taking good care of you.”

Harry groaned under my touch and tightened his grip, his own fingers finding their way beneath my shirt.

“That you do,” Harry gasped, “Though, that kiss you just attacked me with must’ve been the most snotty kiss you’ve ever given me.

"Way to ruin a moment. Thanks, Harry.”

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Shawn hands me the phone when he’s done uploading the picture and I look at the image, the caption underneath it saying, “Us and our son.” 

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x non-gender specific character 
Rating: Explicit
Words: 1451

A/N: So this is the requested full version of the blurb I wrote about getting a dog with Shawn. It’s fluffy. And a little smutty. Thanks to everyone that suggested names for the pup! ^^ My primary goal with this is to make B uncomfortable with the kiddo’s name. 

Shawn reminds me of a child on Christmas morning the second we step into the shelter. We introduce ourselves to the volunteer and his face lights up when the woman leads us into a large room with kennels.

“Here’s your guy,” she says with a bright smile on her face. “ He’s been waiting for you.” She unlocks the door to a smaller kennel and as soon as the door swings open, a black and tan Yorkshire Terrier puppy rushes out to greet her. The energetic creature runs circles around her until she crouches down to scratch his head.

Shawn kneels next to the woman and starts to stroke the puppy’s back. “Oh, look at you! You’re so beautiful, yes you are!” He picks up the Yorkie, kissing it. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you little guy,” he murmurs to the puppy in his arms. The ball of fur barks, licking at Shawn’s nose.

“Please be careful,” I beg.

“I took an allergy pill, promise I’ll be fine,” Shawn smiles at me, and then his attention is diverted back to the dog.

“Are you sure about the dog being compatible with allergic people?” I ask the animal carer.

She stands up next to me and looks at Shawn and the dog. “It varies from person to person, but Yorkshire Terriers are fairly hypoallergenic and they’ve been known to be compatible with people who have mild allergies. Some other hypoallergenic breeds include Havanese, Poodle,  and Maltese,” she informs with a smile.   

“So we saw on the website that he doesn’t have a name yet?” Shawn asks, his face nuzzled in the Yorkie’s fur.

“No, we haven’t named him yet. Well we have, but none of us could agree on one name so I guess it’s up to you guys.”

When the adoption is finalised, we put the Yorkie in a transport cage in the car, making sure the young puppy is comfortable.

“I’m staying at your place tonight,” Shawn states.

“Do you think that’s a good idea? You know you’d have to pop a pill every few hours right?”

“Can’t I just take several at once?” Shawn questions.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works. But you can stay if you want. I’d want you there.”

“I love you so much. And I love him so much. I can’t wait to cuddle him. We’re gonna become best friends.”

“Fawkes is so unoriginal though.” I move my fingertips through the wet fur, making sure the shampoo has been distributed everywhere.

“But Fawkes is so badass! He saves Harry in Chamber of Secrets!” Shawn squeezes the bone shaped squeaky plastic toy, attempting to pull it out of the puppy’s mouth.

“This little guy cowers at the sound of the doorbell and we can’t even get him into the bath without baiting him with a treat.”

“Fine,” Shawn smiles with an exaggerated eye roll.” There’s another name I’ve been thinking of…” Shawn turns on the shower head, rinsing out the shampoo.

“What kind of name?” I stroke the Yorkie, keeping him calm.

“How about Pick? Short for Pickering? Like home,” Shawn smiles.

“I like that,” I nod. “That’s a really cute name actually. Pick. Also like guitar pick!”

“Interstellar or WALL-E?” Shawn asks, his eyes glued to the TV screen as he reads the description for Interstellar.

“Have you never seen WALL-E?”

“Of course I have, it’s just good enough to watch again. I think we have to watch WALL-E anyway because Interstellar has a PG-13 rating.”

“Shawn, he’s a dog, he doesn’t understand anything.” I scratch at Pick’s head that’s in my lap, his body still in its resting state as he quietly snores.

“I’m not putting my child’s innocence at risk,” Shawn deadpans.

“WALL-E it is,” I smile, endeared. “Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Nope. Have no memory of that,” Shawn shakes his head, smirking. He moves closer to me on the couch, crawling up between my legs.

“Well, I do love you. A lot,” I grin. “Come here you goof.” I reach out to Shawn, and as soon as our lips touch, Pick wakes up and barks.

“Think we woke up the little man,” Shawn laughs.

“He’s such a cockblock. I haven’t gotten any Shawn-time in forever,” I pout.

“Do you think he feels excluded?”

“Maybe,” I ponder. “But sex….” I groan, letting my eyes wander down to a strip of skin above Shawn’s pants.

“We can always close the bedroom door,” Shawn suggests.

“I think he’d just whine and scratch at it until we feel guilty enough to let him in.”

“Okay, that’s true. But I like kissing you, so I’m gonna do it anyway,” Shawn smiles, moving closer and placing his lips against my jaw.

Pick barks again.

“Shawn, look, he’s asleep,” I whisper a while later.

“He’s so adorable! Come on we have to take a selfie with him!” Shawn picks up his phone and aims the front camera at us, and I smile broadly, getting into the frame. “Look at us! We’re the most adorable family ever. I’m gonna put this on Instagram. What should I caption it? Wait, I know!”

Shawn hands me the phone when he’s done uploading the picture and I look at the image, the caption underneath it saying, “Us and our son.”

“You are the cheesiest being on this planet,” I chuckle.

“Fetch, boy!”

I watch as Shawn throws a tennis ball across the living room. Pick chases the ball and holds it between his teeth, playing with the object on the other side of the room.

“I don’t think he gets the game,” I smirk, trying to hold in my laughter.

“We’ve been doing this all morning,” Shawn sighs.

“I’m sure he’ll learn eventually. Maybe try something simpler, like teaching him to sit? Operant conditioning works well on young dogs.”

“That sounds like a good plan. Until then I’m just gonna spoil him with toys and cuddles. And chase him around the house.”  

“Are you sleeping again?”

“Huh? What?” Shawn stirs, opening his eyes. “No, I swear I was awake.” He lifts his head off my shoulder, blinking rapidly.

“Yes you were,” I laugh. “You’ve been taking naps as often as Pick.”

“S’not my fault, the allergy meds make me sleepy.”

“Just like Pick,” I smile, running my fingers through his hair. “Maybe we can go for a walk with him, that would wake the both of you up.”

“Mhm. Where’s my boy?” Shawn looks around the living room, spotting Pick sleeping on a pillow on the floor, front legs tucked under his chin.

I sigh as Shawn places kisses down my neck, his hand pushing up my shirt to feel my skin. His thigh rests between mine, his hips pressing against my body. He starts to move so that I feel him press into my hip; I push my lower body up against his and he groans at the contact.

“I’m so hard,” Shawn breathes.

“Do you like that?” I press against him again, earning a moan. I take a hold of hair at the back of his head, lifting his face to mine so I can kiss his lips.

Shawn’s hip moves in circles, his erection a warm bulge against my thigh. “That feels amazing. Please, don’t ever stop,” he says as I suck at the skin on his neck.

“I like making you feel good,” I mumble against him.

Shawn’s fingertips graze my stomach, traveling downwards and he tugs at my waistband. His fingers slip under the elastic of my boxers and he tugs at the confines, pulling them down my thighs. I kick them off my legs and our bodies bump into one another’s. Hands grab at my hips, shifting me further up the bed. Shawn kisses down my chest to my abdomen where his mouth lingers. His teeth gently drag along my skin, making me shudder. My hips buck up desperately for contact as he kisses me.  

“I want to taste you,” Shawn mumbles against my skin. He kisses the insides of my thighs, licking his way to my pelvis. “I could spend all day between your legs.”

I moan at the words being spoken between my thighs, and shudder when Shawn’s mouth finally finds me. His soft hands hold my hips in place, one of them trailing down to my thigh to lift it up. Suddenly, I feel a weight shift next to me on the bed and I tug at Shawn’s hair, pausing his movements.

“That good, huh? You alright, love?” Shawn looks up at me, smirking.

“No, Pick’s on the bed. Next to me.”

Shawn moves his head up so that he can see Pick, and groans. “Not again.”

The Drake-Fisher Residence, New Awlins Edition

There are lot of cool photos and meta regarding the house that Nate and Elena live in at the end of the game, but what about unnecessary information about their residence in New Orleans?

We don’t know much about the way that Nate and Elena interact with the environment in which they live, in the sense that we’re not getting flashbacks to walking down Bourbon Street and immediately regretting walking down Bourbon Street, no one should ever walk down Bourbon Street or anything, but we do have context both in the environment of Nate’s workplace at Jameson Marine down by the Mississippi River warehouses, and in the buildings surrounding the Drake-Fisher residence in New Orleans proper.  I return from my last architectural analysis of the orphanage/Boston setting to talk to you about bridges, preservation ordinance, and THE SHOTGUN HOUSE.

(This is about to get really image-heavy.)

I’ll preface all this by saying that nowhere in New Orleans is there a truss bridge that looks like something between a Parker truss, a Pratt truss, and a Camelback truss, but fine, Naughty Dog, I’ll accept your bridge discrepancies. (I have outlined the truss shape in little red lines so it’s easier to discern. For you bridge-lovers. I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE.)

The layout of Nate and Elena’s house is pretty simple: a rectangle, with smaller rectangles inside of it. It’s small but comfortable, with an insulated attic space originally intended for storage and relatively tall ceilings. The latter is a hallmark of many Southern houses built before the advent of air conditioning, because heat rises and you can’t sit around sweating all damn day. Seriously. These ceilings are tall.

For convenience I’ve provided a basic plan layout I mocked up in AutoCAD, aka Satan’s Architecture Program, of the first, second, and attic floors, respectively. For those unfamiliar with reading floor plans, thinner lines at the border walls represent window openings, of which there are very few. This is not uncommon for shotgun houses, which I will talk about…now.

The shotgun house is awesome. It’s a piece of Southern vernacular architecture that has become synonymous with Creole culture the closer you get to the Equator while wandering away from the Mason-Dixon line, and was the most popular style of housing from the end of the American Civil War through the 1920s. Traditionally, the shotgun house is a narrow residence that is basically one long, skinny rectangle, with rooms arranged one after the other in a line. The only hallway, which provides access to each room, starts at the front door and runs all the way out the back door.

Here are a couple great examples!

There are some academic arguments about the origins of the name: I always heard it was called a “shotgun” because you could feasibly shoot through one door and out the other without hitting anything because there are no doors between the other rooms. Other scholars have suggested that “shotgun” is actually an Anglicized interpretation of “to-gun,” a Dahomey Fon term meaning “place of assembly,” thereby tying its roots to the housing of Afro-Haitian peoples. Blacks have historically outnumbered whites in New Orleans and it is entirely possible that they brought their housing arrangement traditions with them.

Shotgun houses can also come in two-story versions, or “camelback” versions, the latter of which basically adds a second story to the rear of the house, thus giving it a “hump.”

Anyway. ONTO THE ACTUAL GAME SCREENCAPS. Let’s start at the top, and work our way down!

The A-Frame gable (that triangle shape) of the attic space is pretty typical of two-story shotguns, as well as the window set into the gable, an element which can be seen in every shotgun gable photograph prior to this section. The window in their house is an oculus, or “eye” window, pretty popular during the Victorian period of building. The window is partly decoration, because a flat facade is incredibly boring visually, and partly for ventilation, though less so with air conditioning. Based on the insulation tacked between the ceiling joists and around the oculus (but the lack of visible ventilation duct work), this space is at least mildly cooler than the outside, which honestly isn’t saying much if you’ve ever been to New Orleans in the summer. I don’t know how Nate is wearing long sleeves up here and not sweating bullets.

Down on the official second floor, we get a good look at the fenestration arrangements (window shapes, sizes) and also the outside! Which gives us really great environmental context.

Behold! A classic New Orleans gallery house, complete with side-door, flanking lanterns, narrow columns and chimney, and those tall-ass windows. But how do you access the second-floor porch? The tall-ass window is your door! It’s also used to circulate air by pushing the lower sash up to the middle, and the upper sash down to the middle, letting the hot air out and the cool air in.

You’ll notice that the difference between the two-story shotgun and the gallery house is that even if the two-story shotgun has a second floor porch - which they often do not - columns do not run from floor to ceiling on the second level.

Outside the Drake-Fisher master bedroom window, you can pick up elements of New Orleans vernacular styles on the other buildings in the neighborhood.

The windows in their house on the second floor on the front and rear of the house are probably not original to the building, probably replaced before or during the rehab process, because they are of a style not indicative of the area: a wide central pane of glass flanked by two smaller, movable sashes. This style looks a lot like the windows of the Chicago style school of architecture, popularized in the early 1900s (below).

Based on the views available from every conceivable angle in both the master bedroom at the rear of the house, and Elena’s office at the front of the house, they live at the corner of two streets in a historic neighborhood.

Now to the first floor door! A great Central Door Look ™ is the kind that incorporates sidelights (those little stacked windows flanking either side of the door) with a strong Classical lintel over the door itself. Crown molding on the ceiling. Hardwood floors. Nice. Doors in most shotguns typically do not have sidelights (as they take up space) unless the door itself is centered.

Also literally no one but me cares about this but they have an antique door knob fixture and that’s cute! Older knobs were much smaller with slim, narrow plates. 

Based on the central placement of their door and its door surround/sidelights, as well as the placement of the stair on one side of the house, it’s a pretty safe assumption to make that they live in a shotgun. BUT ALEX, you cry, WHERE’S THAT ONE LONG HALLWAY AND THOSE SUBSEQUENT ROOMS? I’m super glad you asked, because it’s also not at all uncommon for shotgun houses to have their interiors gutted and rehabilitated to better suit modern needs! This is especially prevalent in New Orleans, where the majority of their historic preservation ordinances apply to the exterior of a building, rather than the interior!

This ordinance is most heavily used in the French Quarter, where you can subdivide and alter the interior of historic building to your hearts content, provided you maintain the exterior’s character-defining features (trim, paint color, cast-iron balconies, et cetera), but is also often applied to the houses in New Orleans’ other historic neighborhoods.

I hope this was edifying and/or interesting for anyone who is not historic preservation-inclined, but as a preservation specialist I was really delighted to see the amount of detail put into a space so small!!!

clo--uds  asked:

64 kirideku~

“Are you ticklish?”

(Woops, this ended up even longer than the others despite the fact that I thought it’d be shorter. also this is MAD FLUFFY.)


kirideku | actualdevil | 840 words

A couple hours into their group study session, the gang had decided it was time to take a break, groaning collectively as they stretched and got up to disperse to the kitchen for snacks. Midoriya reached his arms overhead, shoulder making a satisfying crack as he rolled it. To his right, Kirishima was still hunched over his textbook, tapping a dented pencil restlessly over his lower lip. Midoriya frowned, tilting his head to get a better look at the text.

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anonymous asked:

Help me with this scenario I have in my head. You wake up and feel shawn's boner. What does he do/happens

Warning: Smut

Originally posted by tattooed-freckles

I was brutally woken up when I suddenly felt Shawn’s heavy weight on me, pressing my back further into the soft mattress. It took me a second or two to open my eyes fully - but when I finally did - Shawn’s lusting, dark ones met me immediately.

He breathed heavily, before licking his rosy lips, not removing his dark stare from me. I didn’t know why, but suddenly, I felt my cheeks heat up. 

“Morning love” he hummed into my ear.

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This Body Will Be The Death of Me

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

Warning(s): Smut, vaginal sex, and anal fingering.

Note: I am so sorry I have not posted an imagine, just I was having major writers block. Also find it on my Ao3.

Requested by @darkhairedmermaid:” Hey! Could you write an imagine with Ivar, please? The reader is plus-sized and he’s really sexually attracted to her? Only if you want, of course. :).”

You have been a slave to the Lothbrok royal family since you were a young girl, your mother gave birth to you while being their slave. When your mother had given birth to you, she had died during. The Queen had decided that when you were to reach the age where you can speak and understand and work, you would become their slave. At first you thought you would be a general slave for them, but in reality Queen Aslaug had given you to her son Ivar. Thus meaning since you were young you have followed the Prince around doing whatever he might need. You do not see an issue with this, the only problem is; Ivar often jokes about your body. Even though slaves are not given much food, your body is still curvy and soft. Ivar uses this when he is angry, let it be at you or someone else that made him angry.

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Mr. Barnes

Warnings: 18+. Smut for the bloody sake of SMUT. Because this man has been killing me for a week with all his updates.

A/N: I haven’t written in a while, and I haven’t SMUT for the sake of SMUT in a long bloody time so here it is. Can’t even come up with an original title because been too consumed in the wonderfulness of this man and how his social game has slaughtered my existence. I hope you all enjoy – this is to make up for that ending I left you all with for The Wager…..

Vanilla and roses. The smell consumed the small space of his hotel room, taking over his senses. You were laughing as you flung off your heels, throwing them carelessly across the room you had volunteered him to share with you. You turned, the tendrils from your hair whipping with you as you smiled brightly, falling back on the plush bed, reminding him of the problem at hand.

He only had a single.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t shared a bed before. You had known each other for 10 years – had gone camping and traveling together. In fact, your friendship had been defined by exploring new places together – getting lost in foreign countries in between jobs. You both were actors and when your schedules lined up liked to explore the world together. Didn’t want to be tied down because it took away the freedom to rediscover.

That had been before.

Before his friend had blabbed his big fucking mouth and told you how much Ben had been crushing over you.

That had been three days ago, at a friend’s bowling party. He had never wanted to turn into goo as much as he did in that moment, as you had awkwardly giggled and made a cute comment of finding him attractive too.

But when he had tried to confirm going to The Punisher premiere with him a day later, you had brushed him off the next day, the alcohol out of your system as the reality of the statement had settled in. He thought your friendship was forever changed from then on. Thought it was going to be over and that his six year crush had been wasted.

But then you had surprised him on the red carpet and it was like nothing had changed.

Until you had both walked into the room.

You were tipsy from the champagne you had been sipping on and as you flopped on the bed, the short blue dress you had worn rising up on your legs as you looked at him under your thick lashes, he didn’t know how to maneuver the situation at hand. You had asked your publicist to bring your overnight bag up to his room so the expectation was that you were going to fall asleep beside him.

But what did that mean for your friendship?

“Benjamin…” you purr, your mouth tugged into a smile as you lean back on the bed. “Are you getting stuck in that smart head of yours again?”

He smiles back at you as he shrugs out of his suit jacket, draping it across the lone hotel chair in the room before sitting down in front of you. Watching you curiously because he know, just knows, that you’re going to push it.

Address the big, awkward elephant in the room and he didn’t know if he had it in him to deal with it.  Unless he just dealt with it on his own.

“You ok sharing a bed with me? I can also rent out another room so you have the space for yourself….” His voice falters and you smirk, shaking your head as you answer.

“Ben – this room was set up for you. I could happily find my own room if you would be more comfortable with that.”

Your counter move. You always had been good at the game of word chess. Loved to best him whenever you had the opportunity.

Of course you were throwing it back on him.

“Of course not! You can stay with me. I just wanted to make sure….”

You quirk your head to the side, giving a side smile before asking,


He huffs out a sigh, looking off to the side before returning his eyes back to you.  

“You know why…”

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One Last Time (Smut)


Requested. Piano sex. Not sure how I feel about this, might delete it again.

Word count: 2,605

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

You were pulled out of your blurry sleep, when the small yet beautiful tones from the piano in the living room rung in your ears. Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you gazed over at your phone on the bedside table.

4 am.

He was home again. It wasn’t that you expected Shawn to be lying next to you, honestly, you didn’t think he’d come back tonight.

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anonymous asked:

Hey if you're up for any prompts how about Supercorp at a halloween party?

Not a HP prompt, but a smutty halloween Supercorp prompt!

Ever since Kara’s first Halloween party where she had misunderstood the instructions of ‘dress as what scares you most’ and had turned up in a home-made costume of a toaster made out of cardboard, she had stuck to the more ‘traditional’ costumes.

This year she had decided on a vampire- black leather pants that showed off all her curves, a black corset that pushed her breasts up, and knee high boots over the leather trousers.

Her make-up was smokier than usual and her hair styled to look more akin to Supergirl’s curls rather than the usual Kara Danvers look, loosely falling down her shoulders.

Blood red lips with a glimpse of fangs peeking out completed her look.

She told herself she hadn’t picked the sexiest costume she could find because she wanted a certain brunette CEO to notice her.

She told herself that the lunch dates between her and Lena had become more frequent because that’s just what friends did.

She told herself that Lena was just being friendly when she held onto their hugs for seconds longer than was strictly necessary.

Kara walked in to the ballroom that had been decorated for the annual L. Corp Halloween party. She smoothed out the non existent wrinkles from her trousers one last time and looked back up, her eyes searching for Lena.

Kara’s eyes went wide the moment she saw the CEO; Lena was wearing a Supergirl costume… a very good Supergirl costume…

As Kara remembered how to breath, she walked closer to Lena and realised the costume was almost too good to be a costume- it was almost an exact replica of her actual suit!

Her eyes roamed over the gorgeous woman in front of her; from the knee high red leather boots and the pale skin of her bare thighs, to the incredibly short skirt that was even shorter than the one in Kara’s closet. Her eyes finally landed on Lena’s chest and the House of El crest emblazoned across it, her stomach flipped a little to see the woman wearing the symbol of her house.

The fact that Lena had decided against a blonde wig, and had instead chosen to keep her natural colour and wear her hair down took Kara’s breath away.

Lena was similarly experiencing what she figured to roughly be her 79th gay panic in direct relation to Kara Danvers. Those pants were far too tight and Lena actually brought her hand up to her mouth to check for drool at witnessing Kara’s bare biceps. There was no way she was making it through the evening without slipping up about her feelings for the reporter.

‘Lena!’ Kara exclaimed when she was within normal human hearing range, ‘you look amazing!’

‘Looking good yourself’ Lena blushed at the compliment, ‘do I have to worry about you wanting to take a bite of me?’

‘Only if you ask nicely…’ Kara winked, surprising herself at her own brazenness.

Before she could respond, Lena’s attention was pulled away to sort an issue in the kitchen.

She settled for leaning in close to Kara’s ear and whispering ‘Save a dance for me later?’ She smiled as the reported shivered at the breath tickling her ear.

She marched quickly to the kitchen, leaving a flustered reporter behind her, and swiftly dispensed judgement on the chef’s conundrum of whether to serve the next round of canapés without their accompaniment as it had failed to arrive from the supplier. Once that was sorted, Lena quickly headed back out to the party, deciding that she was done playing coy with Kara; she was making a move…

It was another hour before Lena was able to break away from her hosting duties to speak to Kara again, but every few minutes their eyes met across the room, lust evident in every glance.

Finally, Lena was able to politely break free from her conversation with the Metropolis mogul she had been chatting with and sidled up behind Kara. The music from the DJ was blaring out as a mix of costumed bodies moved on the dance floor. Lena gently rested her hand on Kara’s bare arm to get her attention.

‘You really look incredible tonight and I believe you owe me a dance…’

She took the drink from Kara’s hand, placed it on a nearby table and pulled Kara to the edge of the dance floor.

The music thumped around them and in the dim corner of the dance floor their lips were inches away from meeting.

Out of nowhere a member of Lena’s staff appeared, her attention yet again required elsewhere.

Lena looked at Kara apologetically, she spoke quietly to her assistant, but Kara heard every word.

‘I’ll take the call in my office, but after that no more interruptions’

The assistant nodded and moved away to make the necessary arrangements. Lena turned back to Kara ‘Give me 10 minutes?’

Kara nodded and watched Lena head towards the elevator, the one that led to her private office, winking at her and mouthing ‘my office’ just as the doors closed.

Kara spent the next 9 minutes and 50 seconds pacing the ballroom, chasing down the servers scattered around the room with platters of delicious food. Deciding she had waited long enough, she raced towards the stairway, taking the steps two at a time.

Upon reaching the correct floor, Kara found the door to Lena’s office ajar. She pushed lightly on the door which swung open to reveal Lena perched on the edge of her desk.

‘Close the door’ She whispered, and Kara obeyed.

She turned back and watched as Lena walked over to her, her eyes slowly raking over her body, no longer subtle in her glances, before a smirk appeared on her face. Kara’s heart was pounding, Lena held out her hand and led her further into the office.

Kara tried to speak, but was silenced by Lena pressing her lips against her own, her tongue flicking out before seeking entry into her mouth as she backed her towards the door.

Kara tangled her hands into Lena’s hair, kissing back with equal passion, her fingers scratching Lena’s scalp.

Lena pushed Kara up against the closed door, her thigh pushed into Kara’s core, eliciting a moan from Kara as her head fell back against the oak wood door. Lena moved in, alternating between placing light kisses and sucking hard on Kara’s exposed neck. Kara started to grind down onto Lena’s thigh, desperate for some kind of friction.

Lena pulled back slightly to take in the sight of Kara; the contrast between her curled blonde hair and black leather, lips slightly swollen with Lena’s lipstick smudged down her neck.

Lena’s hands came up, running her hands over Kara’s leather clad torso, before growling in frustration at the lack of movement the corset offered. She spun Kara around, who braced herself against the door as Lena started to unlace her corset.

Finally unlaced enough, Kara pulled it off over her head and immediately found herself back in her earlier position with her back pressed against the door, Lena’s hands on her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples, teasing and rolling them between the pads of her fingers. At every change of pressure Kara would whimper and grind down against Lena’s thigh.

Unable to keep herself from touching Lena any longer Kara picked Lena up and walked to the couch, she placed her on it and swung one leg over to straddle her. She brought their lips back together in a passionate kiss as Lena’s hands rested on Kara’s waist and slowly slid down until they cupped Kara’s arse, she gently squeezed and kneaded the flesh through the leather as Kara rolled her hips.

Kara’s hands started touching everything they could reach, palming Lena’s breasts thought the material of her incredibly high quality replica of her Supergirl suit, fingers teasing Lena’s nipples.

Kara’s hands travelled lower and pushed up the red skirt, rubbing the material of Lena’s knickers.

Lena’s hips started to roll, her head falling against the back of the couch, her gasps and moans filled the air; until she uttered a single word; ‘more..’.

‘Tell me what you want Lena’ Kara husked as she continued to rub circles directly over Lena’s clit.

‘I need you inside…’ Lena panted out, raising her hips.

Kara slid her hand inside Lena’s knickers, running her fingers through the wetness, her other hand going back to roll one of Lena’s nipples between her fingers and at the same time slowly entering Lena with two fingers, moaning as she felt Lena stretch to accommodate them.

Lena’s head fell back to hit the top of the sofa as her mouth opened in an attempt to gasp in more oxygen.

‘Faster’ Lena demanded and her moans became louder as Kara complied, reverberating round the office as Kara drove her closer and closer to release. Sensing Lena was close, Kara moved her other hand down to apply direct pressure to Lena’s clit. Instantly Lena’s hips bucked against Kara’s hand as she came.

Kara flopped onto the sofa next to Lena, kissing her neck, her lips, her shoulders- any part of Lena she could reach.

‘I have to admit, I didn’t see today ending like this…’ Kara giggled.

‘Mmmmm, the day is not over yet!’ Lena smirked and rolled to pin Kara to the couch.

They were found by Jess the following morning, cuddled up on the sofa, parts of their costumes strewn across the floor. Jess smiled as she realised she’d won the office poll.

Jimmy Vesey - I want you

Originally posted by kevinhayes

“could i please request a smut for jimmy vesey from the new york rangers? one after they win the first series in the playoffs against the habs and he comes home to nyc (where you’re a nyu student) and you guys go out to celebrating and you spend the night at his for the first time. He’s just such a big teddy bear in a tough boston boys body tbh” @gpuck2k16

word count:1800

warnings: Drinking. smut.

It was spring break for NYU, the New York Rangers have just won their first round of playoffs, and you were going to finally be able to spend some time with your (always busy) hockey boyfriend. The excitement you were feeling from getting to spend the next few days with Jimmy Vesey was more than you’ve felt in a long time. He has been working so hard this season and to see it all pay off in the playoffs so far meant everything to you.
Your phone screen lit up as you were laying down in your dorm room.

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Originally posted by jooheonl

Only Cause I Care (Jooheon)

Warnings: Finally the Jooheon smut has arrived!! Very rough, jealous Jooheon. smut so like… prepare yourself. Smutty stuff does occur. There’s also a bit of spanking. Multiple orgasms but no over-stimulation.


Jooheon always loves to add a sense of normalcy to your relationship. He could only imagine how hard it is dating an idol. Busy schedules and constant traveling made seeing one another a rare occasion. Not being able to tell the public about your relationship also seemed to put a strain on things. But any free time he gets permitted is spent by your side, and while dates where his face is covered by a mask and his eyes are almost completely shielded by a low brim hat aren’t your exact idea of romantic… he somehow makes them fun.

You both knew the sub-par disguise wouldn’t work for long. And on your impromptu date to the mall Jooheon had been caught by a few monbebes while you had went to the restroom.

Knowing that a situation you would rather avoid would happen if you made your way over, you discreetly made eye contact with your boyfriend before signaling that you’d be in the coffee shop near by. He nods in understanding before politely shushing the screeching girls, trying to keep the group of 5 at 5 and only 5.

You smiled as you watched from the window of the coffee shop. Seeing Jooheon be so warm and compassionate to other women would make any other girl jealous, but honestly it was what attracted you to him in the first place. You always did have a thing for the sweethearts

“Is this seat taken?” A stranger asks, and sits down before you have the chance to reply.

You look around and see the coffee shop has become quite packed, so you write it off as someone just looking to sit down while the wait for their order. You turn to see a man, who seems to be around your age. Your eyes meet so you give a polite smile of acknowledgment before turning to watch your boyfriend once again.

“Is that an idol?” The same voice asks.

You answer yes, not bothering to turn around.

“You must be a fan.” He says.

You chuckle, “Oh yeah. Probably the biggest fan of all.”

“So why aren’t you over there flirting? I’m sure a pretty girl like yourself would catch his attention.” The man compliments.

You finally turn to face him. “Uhm… thanks. I don’t really need it though. I’m fine just watching.”

“Ahh that’s rare. Most girls go cray over the attention of idols.”

You shrug and turn to see that both Jooheon and the crowd are gone. Weird. It was 2 minutes tops since you’d even turned your head. Just then you phone dings. Jooheon’s name lights up your phone, along with a message preview.

Joo-honey: “Heading to your place. Meet me there once you’re done flirting.”


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Finding Home - Chapter 26 (Sam Drake x Reader)

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16  - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 22 - Chapter 23 - Chapter 24 - Chapter 25 - Chapter 27

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Always Be the Same (Smut)


Request: Could you do one where y/n can’t sleep because shawn is going back on tour soon so you try and wake him up and he gets kinda frustrated but you too end up having very gentle/sweet sex?

Word count: 2,231

Always Be the Same (Smut)

I tossed and turned around the bed, still not being able to sleep. I gazed over at the clock, four hours ago, Shawn had kissed my forehead lovingly goodnight, before slowly fading into his sleep.

Looking beside me, Shawn were lying on his stomach, drooling a bit on the pillow. I still hadn’t been able to sleep, not even for just a minute.

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inktober for writers day 3: warmth

for the war au, a collab with @amalasdraws

Tooru’s so close.

He’s so close that Hajime can feel his warm breaths against his face, tickling his neck. Hajime shifts, Tooru’s arm sliding further down his side, fingertips resting on his lower back, warm and light even through the heavy fabric of his jacket.

Hajime swallows, eyes sweeping across Tooru’s face as they look at each other. Really look.

He’s never really looked at him this closely before…

Tooru’s eyes are dark and captivating, a shade of brown that reminds Hajime of a hot, rich cup of coffee. He has a tiny scar across the bridge of his nose and Hajime wants to ask him how he got it, find out more about him - everything and anything that Tooru will divulge - but when he tries to speak his words get lost somewhere in his throat, all mixed-up and jumbled as Tooru brushes their noses together softly.

The war feels far away when it’s just the two of them here, tangled up together, breathless from their laughter, warm and comfortable for the first time in weeks. They’re finally out of the cold, away from the long, hot days and the damp nights; finally tucked away and sheltered for the night and able to not worry so much about what’s going on beyond them. It feels like ages since he’s been comfortable like this, and he knows it isn’t just because he’s in dry clothes.

Hajime moves his hands up to Tooru’s shoulders, tightening his hold, more relaxed in cuddling him in now than he was before. They’ve done this a few times, now; gotten close and cuddled. What started as a need for comfort when things got dark has turned into so much more.

Hajime doesn’t really know what to call it, but that’s the beauty of this, isn’t it? He doesn’t have to name it. They don’t need anything other than this moment, other than each other. Neither of them expect anything when tomorrow isn’t even a guarantee.

But those thoughts are far away with a warm Tooru in his arms, the tension he usually carries completely gone from his face.

Instead, he looks a little…shy.

Tooru tugs himself closer, leaning in slightly, and Hajime meets his hesitant gaze.

“Have you…” Tooru hesitates, glancing down briefly before meeting his eye again, “have you ever kissed a man?” His voice is quiet and nervous but he doesn’t look away.

Hajime swallows, the question catching him off guard.

He doesn’t respond right away, instead looking down, watching the spot where he’s rubbing careful circles on Tooru’s shoulder. The material of Tooru’s jacket is rough, and Hajime can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be touching his skin directly.

“No…” Hajime shakes his head, shifting a little, nervously. “I haven’t.” He keeps his thumb moving in continuous circles, the touches calming. Grounding. “Have you?”

Tooru smiles shyly and nods his head, keeping his eyes on Hajime. “Yes… I have.”

He’d had his suspicious, sure, but hearing Tooru say it so plainly has Hajime’s stomach flipping with nervous energy. He looks down at Tooru’s lips and wonders what it would feel like to kiss him.

What does he taste like?

Tooru bites his lip and Hajime mimics the movement without even realizing. He keeps his thumb moving slowly, eyes flicking up and down, conflicted. So many feelings are churning around inside of him, but there’s one question that keeps repeating over, and over, and over-

“What… does it feel like?” He asks, his curiosity finally getting the best of him.

Tooru smiles, perking up at the question. “What does it feel like… to kiss a man?” He asks, sliding his hands up Hajime’s back, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Hajime shivers.

Hajime bites down harder on his lip, still entranced with Tooru’s mouth. He can’t tear his gaze away, and leans in a little bit closer unintentionally. “Yeah…”

Tooru nudges him carefully with his nose, fingers curling in the fabric of Hajime’s shirt. Their faces are inches from each other, now, breaths mingling up.

“You wanna find out?”

Hajime takes in a deep breath.

Does he want to find out?

Does he want to kiss Tooru?

Hajime’s heart’s in his throat but there’s only one thing he can say, one answer that he wants to give, it’s banging around in his head just begging to get out-

“Yes,” he whispers at last, almost desperate yet also almost afraid. He’s out of his depth here, his stomach in knots as his shoulders tense and his fingers twitch, not sure how to move forward from here but knowing that he wants to. He really wants to.

Tooru smiles, brushing their noses together again, his lips curling into a smile. “Relax, Hajme,” he says, hugging him tighter, “and let me show you.”

Hajime takes in a slow breath, following Tooru’s example. His eyes flick from Tooru’s mouth back up to meet his gaze. His heart’s beating so fast he’s sure that Tooru must be able to feel it through his chest.

“Close your eyes,” Tooru says, quietly, slowly. Hajime’s nervous, but he knows Tooru will take care of him.

So he closes his eyes, and trusts.

He feels Tooru’s breath fan across his face and he tightens his grip on Tooru’s shoulders as their lips brush together, slow at first. Softly.

Kissing Tooru isn’t like any other kiss Hajime’s had before.

Tooru tastes of cigarette smoke and of the remnants of the hearty, rich stew they’d eaten for dinner. He certainly isn’t chaste, and waiting for Hajime to lead, like the few girls Hajime kissed in his youth - Tooru kisses him with purpose, with confidence; it fills him with an indescribable warmth that radiates through him, right down to the tips of his toes.

The first kiss is soft and gentle, and Hajime breaks the kiss after a few moments, his head spinning. He opens his eyes to look at Tooru, who looks as breathless as he feels; it’s comforting, in a way, to know that Tooru is feeling just as much as he is. Hajime laughs softly, grinning at Tooru’s smile, before leaning in to claim his second kiss.

This time, Hajime loses track of how long they’re pressed together. Tooru threads his fingers through Hajime’s messy hair; Hajime rests his hands on Tooru’s lower back, pushing up the hem of his jacket and shirt just enough to touch his fingertips to Tooru’s bare skin, revelling in how nice that feels. Tooru leads him, pressing everything into the kiss - so many feelings that Hajime can’t even begin to name.

They finally break apart and Hajime’s overwhelmed, almost bleary; but Tooru brings him back, nuzzling his face and letting out a small laugh.

“So how did that feel?” He asks, offering Hajime an honest smile.

Words are lost - the only answer Hajime can give him is to kiss him again.

Isaac Lahey- Amnesia


Also, correct me if I’m wrong on any of the facts. I really need to rewatch Teen Wolf.

Anonymous said:
Hello! Could I request a reader x Isaac? Like where Isaac has had an accident and the reader finds him unconscious on the road during a storm so she takes him to her place to patch him up. He has temporarily lost his memory and they fall in love while she cares for him but when he gets his memory back, she is scared that he’ll leave her behind. Thank you so much!!

Okay, so I didn’t exactly follow along perfectly because I was writing and then I got excited and forgot about the request so here we are XD I hope you enjoy,

Word Count: around 3k

I enjoyed making this. I hope you enjoy reading it <3


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