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anonymous asked:

Can we get NSFW David and Max with their s/o tied up please? Thank you!!

David

*he’s all shaking hands and nervous smiles

*he’s always sure to make sure your comfortable

*it means a lot to him that you trust him so much

*if you get desperate to touch him he’ll absolutely die

*he’s really thorough, and drags things out for a ridiculous amount of time

*you’re begging him to move faster  

*but he takes his time, because there’s nothing you can do to make him speed up

Max

*he loves to tease

*he’ll touch you everywhere except where you need it most

*You can try to squirm, but you’re tied up well enough that it’s pointless

*he’s really rushed

*like he wants his hands anywhere and everywhere

*he’s used to only having an opportunity once, so you can bet he’s going to take advantage of having you like this

be a good girl

A/N: okay, so, i caved and i….. wrote my very first smut….. here you guys go, i hope you enjoy, there’s literally no plot, its just peter smut.

pairing: peter x reader

peter hooked his fingers in your shirt collar and used it to drag you closer. you were wearing a short skirt and his pants were already unzipped, giving him easy access to you.

“how bad do you want it?” he murmured against your neck, dragging his hands down your sides until they rested on your hips. you bit your lip and stayed propped up on his lap, grabbing his shoulders.

“bad,” you replied, almost panting already. just the anticipation was making your mouth water.

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BTS Reaction| Begging Them Not To Stop During Sex

(Request;The members reaction during sex when you beg them not to stop because they’re hitting your good spot)

YOONGI:

He’d instantly slow his movements to tease you, simply because he wants to hear you beg over and over again.

“Come on baby, if you want me to go faster, you need to tell me how much you want it” He’d say while smirking at you.

Originally posted by stuffbangtanboys

JIMIN:

He definitely wouldn’t stop. Instead he’d speed up his pace and lean his head into your neck enjoying the sounds of you begging and moaning, and how tight you slowly begin to feel around him the more he hits it, and the closer you get to cumming.

Originally posted by shimshim7

JUNGKOOK:

The sound of you begging and screaming would make jungkook cum immediately. He’d try his hardest to keep his eyes open, so that he can admire your body while spilling into you, and gripping your hips in a bruising manner.

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

TAEHYUNG:

Sort of like yoongi, taehyung would make you beg and beg. But when all the teasing is over with, he’d get to serious work, gripping your waist and slamming straight into your good spot over and over again while demanding you to cum all over his ****

Originally posted by girlmeetsyoongismixtape

JIN:

He wouldn’t hold back at all, because he would do anything to pleasure you. He’d turn your begging into sounds of you yelling his name over and over again.

“shhh, baby its okay, cum for me.” He’d say while covering your mouth so none of the members hear you.

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

NAMJOON:

Just to drive you crazy, he’d adjust himself deeper into your g-spot. The pleasure overwhelming you until you can’t even speak.

“you better tell me how much you want it, or I will stop.” He’d say right when you’re about to cum.

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

JHOPE:

Your begging would make him attach himself closer to you by wrapping his arms around your waist, and whispering sweet and dirty things in your ear, letting you know how much he just wants to pleasure your body.

Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

A Slytherin/Hufflepuff friendship would include...

• Standing up for each other no matter what
• “Mess with them, mess with me.“
• Sitting on each other’s tables in the Great Hall
• At first you received some strange looks, but now everyone is used to it
• Swapping ties sometimes to confuse people
• Hanging out in the dungeons
• Hanging out in the kitchens
• Knowing all the passwords for your common rooms
• Occasionally telling the wrong password for a joke, and watching as they get locked out of your common room
• "Need some help there?”
• SO MUCH SMIRKING
• Being the closest of friends ever
• Having people be so jealous of you both
• Being literal friend goals
• Teaching each other the fundamentals of being in your respective houses
• "You’re like a cinnamon roll, how in Merlin’s name.“
• "And you.. well you’re… I mean, you’re nice too… sometimes… when you want to be…”
• Bickering now and then
• But only because you love each other
• Missing each other so much when you’re in lessons
• Watching the clock and willing time to go faster
• "I thought I’d never see you again!“
• "You saw me like an hour ago.”
• Being like iconic duos on tv shows
• You’re so different but compliment each other so well
• Having other friends in your own houses
• But preferring each other’s company to anyone else’s
• Getting each other’s opinions before doing literally a n y t h i n g
• Just always being there for one another
• No matter what
• Through the good times and bad
• Because you’re the best of friends
• Singing dramatic duets in your common rooms, to the amusement of others
• Always laughing
• Or smiling
• Whenever one of you is feeling down, the other knows exactly how to make things better
• Whether that be a long talk, food or cuddles
• Being the most important person in each other’s lives
• Meeting at King Cross Station every year
• Sitting with each other on the Hogwarts Express, though people sometimes stare
• Teaching first years the importance of inter-house friendships
• And showing that Slytherins and Hufflepuffs can be friends
• Because despite their differences
• Ultimately they’re better together

Do You Wanna Fight?

Aries Mars:

Originally posted by mariaslittlestuff

An Aries mars is very explosive and the smallest thing will set them on a rampage, destroying everything in their path. They can be very blunt and tell it how it is, regardless of if they hurt others’ feelings. After all, they need to know the truth! They are absolutely savage and rip apart anyone that decides to cross them. This often means bridges get burnt quickly and in a rapid bush fire of anger. Unfortunately for an Aries mars, they move on much faster than everyone else. So they may try to talk to someone hours after an argument to find that person has blocked them and wants nothing to do with them.


Taurus Mars:

Originally posted by chicastrology

A Taurus Mars is very hard to anger and they take a lot of pushing to finally react but when they do, it’s time to give up. It becomes like talking to a brick wall. They refuse to listen to anyone and will only do what they want which is frustrating to people around them. Their pride and stubbornness shines and blocks their ability to even consider doing anything but saying no, to everything. Their need to control themselves becomes very apparent in situations where they are distressed or under pressure.


Gemini Mars:

Originally posted by shitthesignssay

A Gemini Mars often shows anger through acting superior or disinterested rather than aggressive. They seem to believe they are better than those who are more argumentative. Their ability to outwit any opponent often means they win fights, but only because they become unresponsive and sarcastic rather than actually having conversations. They move on very quickly but in the back of their mind, they love to think they are now more intelligent because they won a fight and will use that to their advantage.


Cancer Mars:

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

A Cancer Mars is literally the most dramatic person you will ever meet. They are savage and go straight in for the sore point but as soon as you even slightly retaliate, they cry and act as though they have been horribly betrayed by their oldest friend and now they must live in anguish. They get defensive before they have even been accused which actually starts most of the arguments they are involved in. They seem to make every disagreement become a personal attack by everyone else onto them.


Leo Mars:

Originally posted by dragwillamgoddammit

A Leo mars has this need to be the most important person in the room and when they’re not, they throw almighty tantrums. If someone does not pay enough attention to them, they become self-conscious and moody, especially towards that person. They won’t tell you why, though. You’re just left to wonder what you did to deserve the silent treatment. They work hard for attention and when it is not received, they are personally hurt. Also very stubborn, they have a really hard time letting things go.


Virgo Mars:

Originally posted by ziwe

A Virgo mars generally isn’t aggressive but they rip you apart with their criticism that quite often becomes personal and nasty. Their anger is usually shown through complaining and cynicism. They are very prone to “just doing it themselves” rather than having to explain things to other people because they believe they are the only ones that can do anything the right way. Often, they will shut people down before they get a chance and are able to make people feel as though they are inferior which means they are avoided when anything doesn’t go to plan as those around them know they’ll be on a rampage.


Libra Mars:

Originally posted by welcometoyouredoom

A Libra mars wants drama, no matter where or who it’s coming from or involving. They are always the instigator when issues arise and love to light the fire and then run away to watch from afar. Then, when it’s all said and done, they decide to come out and mend the situation to make themselves look like heroes. Very passive aggressive to anyone that crosses them but rarely take action, instead they will talk behind peoples’ backs and spread rumors which solves nothing and in fact, makes things worse. 


Scorpio Mars:

Originally posted by i-am-a-daemon

A Scorpio Mars has an almost concerning amount of self-restraint which is even scarier than an explosive Mars sign as you can never tell what they’re thinking. They know how to not only cut deep, but leave scars for years on end. They have a very black and white outlook on life - it’s this or that. Pessimism is common and often alienates them from more happy-go-lucky people. They’re not bothered though, because anyone that sees the world in rose coloured glasses is an idiot, right? They’re able to destroy your self-worth without blinking an eye which means a lot of people tread on egg shells around them. 


Sagittarius Mars:

Originally posted by thatshortfunnygirl

A Sagittarius Mars often starts fights that they can’t finish. They rarely look at the facts properly before diving in with their opinion and then get offended if you don’t agree. They are violent when they are irritated and literally will throw a chair at someone if they’re not doing what they want. They get bored super easily and will (literally) run away if things aren’t fast-paced enough to keep them interested. If you want someone you know will always be on your side, don’t ask them, their opinions and moods can change in a flash.


Capricorn Mars:

Originally posted by orangemoons13000

A Capricorn Mars believes they can do absolutely no wrong. They are big on betrayal and backstabbing, making it unfortunate for you if you cross them because you won’t hear about it from them, you’ll hear about it when there are rumors circling about you and you’re getting the silent treatment from 4 of your friends. They seem very unenthusiastic and placid but they are very convincing when they set their mind on something. They are very calm when angry which makes it more uncomfortable for everyone because they become distant and quiet when you have upset them and it is very hard to come back from that.


Aquarius Mars:

Originally posted by etudiant-en-ph2

An Aquarius Mars is unbelievably clever but they often are bit by the “know-it-all” bug which makes them hard to converse with as they really don’t believe anyone can be on their level. They will fight back if they are forced to follow rules or requests they don’t agree with. They have a tendency to develop a god-complex and believe they are smarter, wittier and better than those around them. They become detached and disinterested when angry as if people are not worth their time which often leads people to dislike their blunt, entitled nature.


Pisces Mars:

Originally posted by 99percentskins

A Pisces Mars is endlessly fascinated by everything around them. They rarely get involved in any sort of disagreement or fight as they’re very chill and prefer the onlooker role instead. They are passionate about their opinions and beliefs and often take on a martyr role, even when there is no one going against them. It is as though they want to be defeated, so later they can prove themselves which can get on the nerves of people when they play the victim just to be redeemed.

anonymous asked:

yall exo-ls acting like you're top shit for selling out 1 stadium while there are other groups out there getting international recognition that exo could never get

okay first of all “1 stadium” is the Jamsil Olympic Stadium which holds 70k+ people and the last time it was sold out was 17 years ago. Not only is exo the first and only 3rd generation to have the privilege of performing there but they also managed to sell out all 70k+ seats in less than 15 minutes and people are still itching to buy seats for their 2nd date so i can only imagine how much faster they’ll sell out for day two so honestly every single word of encouragement or hyping up exo-ls have done are completely justified so idk maybe you should just stop sounding so pressed idk just a suggestion

and secondly, exo a kpop group centred in korea not getting north american recognition???? (you don’t need to sugarcoat it we all know who and what you’re talking about) oh no how tragic what ever shall they do. but if you truly wanted cold hard facts no offense but exo has and still is fucking it up in na and pretty much the rest of the world since before your faves even made it big so idk maybe take your ass out of my blog and focus on your own faves for once instead of so desperately trying to downplay exo’s never ending list of achievements

Just Friends? (Christian Yu SMUT)

Pairing: Christian Yu x Reader (DPR Founder/Ex C-Clown member)

Warnings: heavy on the smut. Calling him Oppa (idk that might trigger people) really minor angst with a happy ending.

Word count: 3568 (I can’t believe it either guys, I thought it’d be a short one.)

Summary: Friends with unspoken mutual feelings have fun on the couch but realize that there is much more to talk about.

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You were never really ‘just friends.’

The way you both looked at each other from time to time would already confirm that you weren’t. Not to mention the sleeping and cuddling together, the stares or the subtle touches. It was obvious both of you had feelings for each other. Yet neither of you had the balls to actually take it to the next stage.

He got jealous whenever you were around other men, and so did you when he had one of those music video shoots where all of these girls on set have a hunger for Christian and the fame that came with him. But when you or him ever got mad out of jealousy, the argument was always brushed off because the obvious question would linger. “Why are you even jealous, we’re not together are we?”

Every time you heard or said those words something inside of you would just break. Why couldn’t you just open your damn mouth and tell Christian how you really feel. Because you’re scared he’ll be done with you after he tests the waters? He’ll eventually get bored and leave right? So if you keep him at an arms length, but still close enough to hold, then that won’t happen… right?

“Stop thinking” you quietly mumble to yourself. You knelt down in front of your TV to connect it to your laptop.

“What?” Christian asked.

“Uh- Stupid thing.” You quickly ‘repeat’ yourself.

Christian was on the couch, patiently waiting, enjoying the view of your ass basically hanging out of your too short shorts. You didn’t even notice as you were so deep in thought, fumbling with a few cables that would connect your laptop to the TV and sound system.

Christian laid himself down on the couch sideways, supporting his head with his hand, watching your every move. “Need a hand?” he says amused biting his bottom lip.

“Nah, I’ve got it” you say getting up. You turn around to look at him seeing he was already laying down on your couch. It’s like his body was presented to you on a silver platter, but you quickly get those thoughts out of your head diverting your attention to the smug grin on his face.

“You better not fall asleep; I’m not watching Naruto while you snore.” You say throwing a pillow at his face which he oh so conveniently catches, putting it behind his head for support.

“I promise I won’t, c’mere” he says holding out his hand. You walk towards him swatting his hand away. He chuckles as you do so. You sit down in front of his torso and lean back folding your legs over each other. The intro ended and just as you wanted to start focusing, he grabs your arm and slowly pulls you down with him.

“We’ll both be more comfortable this way” he nonchalantly states, pulling you closer as he put out his arm for you to rest your head on. His other arm wraps around your waist after he brushed your hair out of your face.

“Comfy?” he asks. “Yes” you lie.

How could you possibly be comfortable with all of this sexual tension and unspoken frustration. How could you even concentrate on the damn anime like this? Your head was close enough to Christians chest to hear his heartbeat over the speaker sounds.

Your hands. What the fuck do you do with your hands. You awkwardly intertwined your fingers so you wouldn’t be tempted to touch him more than you already wanted to.

“Are you cold?” he asks grabbing your hands. “Jesus they’re freezing Y/n, let me get a blanket.” He said before you could answer the question.

A blanket? Sure let’s share the damn blanket.

You’re not cold. Your insides are at a dangerously high temperature every time he touches you. You were everything but cold, even though your hands state otherwise.

He quickly got up, pausing the anime, and got back just as fast with your favorite beige fleece fluffy blanket. He laid back down, grabbing your arm again to get you to lay back down with him. He sweetly caresses your hair and covers both of you with the blanket. It was soft and warm. Just like Christian.

“Better?” he asks bringing his hand down your waist again where it was before. You look up at him and nod giving him a shy smile, hiding your face in his arm.

He chuckled kissing the top of your head.

Like that you watched Naruto, with every minute that passed you started to feel more and more comfortable in Christian’s arms, because of that, the tension in your body left as well. You were able to relax. Sometimes as Christian would adjust his hold on you the tension came back, but it left quickly afterwards. It was like this was how it was supposed to be.

After a while you find yourself not paying much attention to your TV anymore, you started to lightly trace Christians tattoo’s on his underarm with your index finger.

Little did you know that Christian hadn’t been paying attention to the TV either. He was in a trance just like you, watching you retrace your path on his tattoo’s every now and then, making random circles on his skin, or writing things. Things he didn’t feel good enough to know what you were writing, but to him it was sweet and endearing. Your soft touches felt good, your touch was just the right amount of ticklishness and softness mixed together.

He inhaled and exhaled strongly, which was just enough to get you out of your trance. As you snap out of it you immediately stop your movements as you look up at the television screen to see that the credits were rolling. Your eyes widen as you feel Christian’s hand creep up under your shirt onto your stomach. His hand was warm and soft on your skin.

“Why did you stop” he whispers in your ear. “It felt good” he started to teasingly trace his fingers around your belly button and all you could do was hold your breath. You didn’t even notice your hand was tightly holding his other hand on the arm you were resting your head on.

His finger went lower, he teasingly stopped at the hem of your panties, and stroked his fingers back up to your belly button.

You were ticklish and sensitive, and didn’t really know what was happening. Was this going to be the day where that damn barrier between the two of you was going to be broken? And all it took was a little Naruto?

You hold your breath but can’t keep it in anymore as he brings his lips closer to your ear. “Does that feel good to you?” he asks whispering in your ear, planting a wet kiss in your neck.

You whimper as he takes his hand from up under your shirt. Losing all contact to your skin.

He smirked to himself and suddenly put his hand over your clothed heat. Like a reflex your hand quickly grabs his wrist down there, stopping him from moving his hand any further.

Your eyes dart to his dark ones, the look in his eyes is one you hadn’t seen before. They were dark and full of lust. His sweetness disappeared too by the looks of it.

“What, you don’t want me there?” he asks cocking his head sideways. “Not even like this?” he says stretching his index finger in between your clothed folds teasingly rubbing your clit a little.

“I-ahh-Christian…” you moan his name trying to close your thighs.

“Yes or No?” he says with hunger in his eyes.

You don’t even dare to hesitate. “Yes”

That word was like music to his god damn ears. He quickly turned you on your back throwing the blanket on the floor, taking his arm from up under your head and supporting his own weight with it as his other hand disappeared under your panties.

“So wet” he breathes attacking your lips with his while his fingers dance around your clit.

You moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an invitation to play with yours. You hungrily kiss him back. Your hands disappear into his hair, tugging at it as the intense pleasure overcame you. You feel his finger work its magic inside of you, moaning loudly into his mouth as he inserts a second finger into you, pumping you at a faster pace.

“Oppa-I’m” you can’t even finish your sentence as your walls clench around his fingers. You throw your head back, giving Christian the opportunity to suck on your sweet spot in your neck. Your moans got caught in your throat as you find your release. Your juices start to flow as your body shocks from the much needed orgasm.

“God you’re so fucking hot when you cum baby” he says biting your earlobe.

Just when you thought you could finally breathe again, Christian gets up from the couch in one swift move, removing his shirt showing his just right sculpted upper body. When his shirt fell to the floor he took off your clothes, only leaving your panties in a matter of seconds.

“You look so good baby…” he says admiring the view, kneading your breasts with both hands. He got on top of you, taking your left breast into his mouth while playing with your other breast, sometimes slightly pinching your nipple.

You were a mewling mess under him. You could feel his bulge press onto your stomach which made everything so much more intense. You wanted him inside of you, but he quickly grabbed your hands and put them above your head when you tried to get your fingers on the hem of his sweat shorts.

“No baby, I haven’t even tasted you yet” he says smirking down at you. He lifted himself off of you, kissing you again with a little less desperation than before, as if he found the comfort of knowing that you weren’t going anywhere, and you were his for the moment, or moments to come.

“Christian I need you…in me” you pant after your lips detached. “Soon” he says sweetly putting a strand of lost hair behind your ear.

His sweet demeanor quickly disappeared as he roughly turned you on your stomach, smacking your right ass cheek harder than you expected. You squeak as his hand landed on your bum.

“Ass up, face down, hands together between your tits” he demands with a low voice.

You quickly do as he says. You liked this, you’ve never been bossed around with sex like this before, and the mixture of sweet Christian and dominant Christian was turning you on even more if that was even possible.

You couldn’t see him.

The darkness in your living room made it easier to concentrate on sound. You waited for a few seconds but all you could hear was soft sounds of Christian readjusting himself on the couch.

Your eyes widen when you suddenly feel your panties being moved aside when a warm tip pushes against your entrance softly. “I-I thought I had to wait” you say trying to look back at him.

“You do, but that doesn’t mean I can’t tease you.” He says spreading your liquids between your folds with his tip. It was driving you absolutely insane how he would lightly brush against your clit. The friction felt good, but it wasn’t enough.

“Ch-Christian please.” You almost beg. Your voice was cracking and raspy. Your mouth was dry from all the screaming and moaning from just a minute ago.

Just like that he removed his tip from you, again leaving you without any contact to your skin. The loss of touch made you groan in frustration.

“So impatient” he says caressing your upper back to your lower back with just his fingertips. His fingers reached the hem of your panties and he pulls them down. You help him by lifting your knees up off the couch for him, waiting for whatever he had planned next.

You hear him take another position, but since you can’t see what he’s doing, your anticipation lingered.

Suddenly you feel his arms wrap around your torso pulling you down. You let out a little yelp as you feel his mouth envelop around your heat. You sit up out of shock and the intense pleasure he was giving you, fucking you with his tongue. His hands were still on your waist as he ate you out.

Your hands grab onto his, not knowing what to do because you’ve never done this before. You tried lifting yourself off of him, but he made you take it, keeping you in place with his hands still firmly placed on your sides.

He stops for a second. “Does that feel good baby?” you nod furiously covering your mouth trying to mute your moans a little, thinking of your poor neighbors at this hour. He kept going, flicking his tongue faster against your clit, making you go crazy as you reached your high again.

You screamed out his name as your whole body shocked, as if he sensed it, he quickly got up from under you to catch you as your body fell numb. He placed you on the couch softly, kissing your lips ever so gently wiping two tears from your eyes with his thumbs.

You didn’t even notice the tears. You didn’t even notice he was completely naked. You tried to calm yourself down, trying to take in the view of this beautiful man.

“Shhh it’s okay, are you okay? How do you feel? Do I have to stop?” His questions seemed to come all at once, but you couldn’t answer him as you were still trying to calm your breathing down.

“Baby answer me” he says still worried.

You close your eyes, trying to regain composure. Baby huh, you liked your new nickname.

“Your turn” you say, opening your eyes.

“What?” he asks confused. “I said, your turn” you say getting up. You push his chest against the couch making him sit up straight. His eyes followed you like a hawk. You got down on your knees, sitting between his legs on the floor, that’s when he finally realized what you were up to.  Taking his length in your hands you slowly started pumping him, attaching your mouth to his balls, sucking on them slowly.

He threw his head back, obviously enjoying the sensation. He moaned softly when you attached your mouth on his tip, licking and sucking on just the right pace.

“Oh fuck baby, just like that” he moaned gathering your hair together as if he was making a ponytail, slowly making you go deeper on him, following every head bop with his hand pulling on your hair.

You smiled. Fully content with yourself. You’re a big girl, you can handle yourself. You might not be the most experienced lover, but you did know how to make a man want to return to you.

You took all of him, letting his tip hit the back of your throat. You took him like a fucking champion, focusing on trying not to gag while you let him fuck your throat slowly.

His hands let go of your hair and grabbed his own.

“Fuck baby…” is all he could say. Various types of groans and moans were escaping his lips, making sure you knew how much he loved what you were doing.

You knew when the timing was right, so you detached your mouth from his length and climbed on top of him on the couch. You put your knees beside his legs, guiding him to your entrance.

You made eye contact with him. His eyes had a different vibe to them now, it wasn’t just lust anymore was it? Was it…love?

You couldn’t think as you guided himself into you. You could feel the soreness already. Both of you let out a groan as your walls tighten around his length. He filled you up perfectly. This was what you wanted from the start. This incomparable feeling.

His arms enveloped you into a hug as you rest your head into the crook of his neck. You start to slowly move on his cock. The friction was just right. It wasn’t too intense like before; it was just right.

You moan, sucking and biting on the skin of his neck.

As you both got more used to the feeling of each other, your pace started to quicken. You bounced up and down on him a little faster, his arms which where so securely holding you, went down to lightly grab your thighs.

“Oppa you feel so good inside of me” you say in a raspy breathy voice.

All he did was answer you with a groan, throwing his head back. You were getting tired, and he noticed as your pace started to slow down. Just like that he put you down with your back to the couch and started fucking you with your legs up on his shoulders, you could feel him deeper inside of you like this. Your moans started to turn into mewls again and by the increase of Christian’s groans you knew he was close as well.

He fastened his pace, putting your legs down beside his. After a few more deep and hard thrusts he came, and so did you. He rode out his high while the both of you try to catch your breaths.

A wave of exhaustion washed over you as he pulled out. He grabbed a tissue from your coffee table, cleaning you up and his tip as well.

You closed your eyes, not wanting this moment to end, unsure of what he might say next. Or what this meant to your ‘friendship.’

He sighed, putting your panties back onto you, grabbing his t-shirt and helping you put it on. You felt more secure with some clothes on now. You watch him slip into his boxers and sit down next to you.

You pulled your knees up to your chest making eye contact with him as he sat in front of you taking your hand in his, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand, lost in thought.

He knew he was the one who was going to have to say something, cause you sure as hell weren’t going to.

“Y/n” he eventually says.

You look up meeting his gaze.

“I’m more of a man than this” he says.

You raise your eyebrows, confused to his words. “What do you mean?” you ask for clarification. This certainly wasn’t what you were expecting him to say. Did he honestly think he did a bad job or something?

“I mean that” he paused biting his lip. “I should not have taken advantage of you like that, knowing we have so much to talk about regarding our obvious feelings for each other, I just didn’t know how.” He confesses.

You’re dumbfounded not knowing what to say. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you in that way.

“Christian.” You start, but that’s how you end, you don’t even know what you wanted to say next.

“No, It’s okay, I understand if you don’t want to see me again. My judgment was clouded by the lust I have for you. It was wrong and we shouldn’t have but- “

“Whoa there.” You cut him off. “I fucked you back just as much as you fucked me. I never told you to stop or anything because I wanted this too.” You say. He looked down, trying to avoid your eyes.

“Christian I-I think I kind of love you” you say. There. You said it. It’s out there. No taking it back now.

FUCK.

What type of confession is that? You think, you kind of love him?”

His eyes dart to yours in shock. Shit. Did you just scare him off? Did you just fuck everything up then and there on your own?

He opened his mouth to say something but then closes it again. You just keep looking at him, straight into his eyes. You didn’t know where the rush of confidence came from to do so, but you might as well be butt naked right now, you had nothing to lose anymore.

He closed his eyes taking a deep breath. “I think…I kind of love you too Y/n.” he says smiling shyly.

“The only problem is that I never told you because I don’t know how to relationship.” He says shrugging.

You exhale out of relief. “Oh my god these were the most intense thirty minutes of my life.” You say yawning as the exhaustion comes flooding back.

Christian smiles at you pulling you into his arms, caressing your hair while tightly hugging you.

You close your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. “Let’s talk about how to relationship tomorrow okay?” you say sleepily yawning again keeping your eyes closed.

He smiled picking you up bridal style, carrying to your bedroom, softly placing you on the bed. He turned off the light and went back to the bed to lay back down with you. He rested his head on a pillow. Relieved with how much weight was lifted off of his shoulders right now. You rolled to his side, resting your head on his chest, hugging his torso.

He kissed your forehead, putting your blanket over you so you wouldn’t be cold, just like he did every time he stayed over.

Tonight was different though, because tonight meant that tomorrow your future together would finally start.

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(A/N) I really hoped y’all liked this, I was contemplating whether to write a smut or not since I barely write anything anymore, but I feel like I see Christian Yu everywhere lately, and with that comes a bunch of lusting ladies. But checking his tag on Tumblr I noticed there weren’t much scenarios or smuts on him. If anyone has any requests I will happily take them! Again excuse my awful writing, it’s three in the morning. 

By the way I really hope this guy doesn’t have a tumblr and searches himself cause this was ungodly.

anonymous asked:

Hello there; I've been looking through your blog and, as many others say, I just ADORE your art! I was also wondering if you could give me some advice. For quite a few months now I've utterly lost all motivation to draw. I want to go into something with art, so this devastates me, and whenever I try to draw I just get so easily frustrated. I've been an avid artist since I can remember, so for me to suddenly not want to draw for months on end really concerns me. Any suggestions to fix this?

(hi!! apologies for the late reply. i hope this can still be of some help to you despite that!)

i think that’s a feeling every artist struggles with at some point. you love art, you love making art, and it’s immensely frustrating when that suddenly doesn’t work out despite all the effort you’ve been putting in. and then you start to lose motivation, question yourself and everything you’re doing, and it’s a vicious cycle that’s really hard to break out of. so what can we do?

well, here’s a thing. let’s call it the productivity branch.

i feel like my own creative cycles are very seasonal. not in the sense that my creativity depends on the season, but rather that my creativity itself goes through different seasons.

  • spring: new ideas, motivation, productivity still low 
  • summer: lots of ideas and very productive
  • autumn: still productive drawing leftover ideas, but new ideas are harder to come by. and then 
  • winter: nothing. art-block. lack of ideas, everything-sucks-syndrome, no motivation, the creative part of my brain is basically hibernating

that’s you up there. you’re in a creative winter right now. and without any inspiration or motivation it’ll be hard to find a way to cross that gap over to a new spring (pls bear with the cheesy analogies). and if your cut yourself off from inspirational influence you might start to think that, hey, this isn’t so bad. i mean, who needs spring right? just means you have to do things. be active. yikes. winter’s pretty chill. haha. 

but don’t do that. it’ll come around and bite you at some point, because that lack of motivation and activity might start to seep into other parts of your life, not just the creative one, and you don’t want that.

so! when you don’t have ideas and motivation to create, then don’t create. but instead make an effort to inspire yourself. inspiration entails motivation (and vice versa).

  • read books, short stories, poems, science articles, anything
  • go on walks, explore your surroundings, if affordable maybe even go somewhere farther away
  • let people tell you stories
  • listen to new music
  • try things you haven’t done before (deliberately break old habits)
  • go through other people’s inspiration blogs
  • collaborate with a friend
  • get really invested in something, talk to others about it
  • watch movies, animated shorts, documentaries 
  • or speedpaintings and art tutorials
  • try different techniques, or new brushes
  • look at art that’s so inspiring that you can’t believe you’re still just sitting there not drawing anything yourself
  • and most importantly, be receptive. take in the world around you, rearrange it in your head, and draw whatever you end up with. that’s the core of what creativity is

think about what you want to achieve. make your friends smile? draw something really cool you can print out and hang up in your room? touch people’s hearts? deliver a message? whatever it is, and however small or inconsequential it might seem, keep it in mind. it’s your light at the end of the tunnel.

if want to keep drawing for the sake of muscle memory while you’re still looking for your inspiration: 

  • illustrate your daily activities
  • draw a random shape or find one in a photo (clouds are ideal for this) and turn it into a character or object
  • pick different pictures and combine elements from each of them into one drawing
  • do plain ol’ studies 
  • basically don’t try to come up with things completely from scratch. find something to work with and go from there. that will save you the mentally draining task of coming up with a subject, so you can start actively drawing right away

if you still can’t make yourself pick up a pen, make a schedule. train your brain to turn its creative gears at a specific time of the day, make that a habit. do it for pavlov

approach drawing with the awareness that what you create might suck, especially when you’re out of practice, but this doesn’t mean that it will always suck, and it doesn’t mean you suck. if you learn to dissociate your current creative achievements from your worth as a person and your future potential you will get back to work a lot easier, improve faster, and be more resistant to setbacks. 

find something that makes it worth the effort of working through the frustration. 

you might need to try a lot of different things because everyone copes with this differently, and even when a method worked once that doesn’t mean it always will. so start trying! you can only find inspiration if you start looking for it. 👍

breath of the wild horse tips

so i just caught this real good horse

and i thought i’d write out everything ive learnt since i started wrt horses??


catching a horse

catching horses is very simple, either drop down on it from above or sneak up on it. dont stand directly behind it incase it kicks.

you can run at a group of horse to split them up so its easier to sneak up on the individual horse when its calmed down, as when theyre in a group if one horse spots you they will all run away.

finding a good horse

there’s like lots of theories about horse colour and relation to stats but personally i dont find that a very practical way of identifying if a horse is good or not.

heres my advice:

- my general experience has been that solid coloured horses have wild personalities and the ones with the patchy butts are mild

- the harder it is to break the horse (soothe it into letting you ride) the higher its level.
if you don’t have much stamina, cook up some stamina restoration/boosts

- generally, the higher level the area, the higher level the horse.

That is to say, if the surrounding monsters are Extremely Dangerous, the horse will probably have more stars. I found Franziska beyond two lynels.

- If you want to find a fast horse, get on the nearest horse and chase some of the others around for a bit (dont boost!).

Wild horses wont gallop at full speed so if you have to hammer A to keep up, dismount and sneak up on it cause that horse is much faster than yours! Otherwise, you’ve found the fastest horse already. 

increasing your bond

there are a few specific moments where you can soothe your horse to raise its bond. you’ll need to get the timing right, but these are the triggers:

- when you get on your horse and tell it to move, you can soothe it.

- when your horse slows down and regains a spur, you can soothe it.

- new horses will sometimes toss their heads, you can soothe them then

- additionally a new horse will occasionally veer in a different direction. Redirect it back to the path, and you can soothe it

- as well as this, if you tell your horse to leave the path (turning sharply after leaving it on autopilot) you can soothe it

- if your horse doesn’t move at the speed you tell it to, you can soothe it and then boost

- if your horse rears back, you can soothe it

- if your horse jumps over something, you can soothe it

- if your horse gets hit, you can soothe it providing you’re still on it.

your horse will misbehave occasionally until you register it even if you max its bond

riding your horse

so in games like ocarina of time and twilight princess, the most efficient way to ride epona is to use between 1-4 boosts and leave the last boost so she doesnt get tired and recovers the boosts faster

not so in breath of the wild. there’s no slowdown penalty for using up all your spurs, it’s more efficient to use all the spurs and then soothe your horse when they slow down, and repeat.


trust your horse to know the best path, and only direct it when the path forks. if you’re riding a wild horse be alert for your horse running into walls, but otherwise let your horse pick the path.

you can climb most hills on your horse, but stick to cantering & non-boosted gallops, or you’ll not be able to direct your horse.

bonus: catching deer

to catch a deer easily, consume something that gives you speed up, or drop onto it from above.

If you want to sneak up on it like a horse, you’ll want level 3 stealth, their hearing is very sensitive.

I find it’s easier to just chase them, they’re not too difficult to catch with a bit of practice as theyre not as fast as horses.

“Dana could do so much better. She needs to realise that Tony is just a fuck boi that won’t ever settle down. Face facts! And-”  

“I’m going back to bed.” 

“Wait! I wasn’t finished.”

—- 

Zarya just wants you to go to bed, it’s 3AM. 

Lynx is trying to get a better signal, so the episode streams faster. 

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Imagine: Being A New Waitress At Patsy’s, And Hooking Up With Lip.

Lip Gallagher x Reader

Warning: smut, sex, public sex
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“Where the fuck am I?” You grumbled to yourself, looking up and down the block. With a flyer in hand, you continued to walk down the busy street. A bright sign caught your attention, making you sigh in relief.

Patsy’s Pies was written in big red letters on the display board, with a yellow background. Glancing down at the paper in your hand, you confirmed it was the same place you were looking for. Crossing the street at some run down laundromat, you walked through the two doors, the smell of greasy foods hitting your nose. Biting your lip, you glanced around, spotting a row of empty chairs at the counter. Grabbing a seat, you plopped down, reaching for a menu from the stack next to you. After a few minutes of pondering what to order, a waitress approached you, giving you a polite smile

“Ready to order?”

“Um, yes. But first, I found this flyer saying that this place was hiring. Do you know if there are any open spots left?” You said, showing her the flyer. With a quick glance at it, she nodded, putting her ordering pad into her apron pocket.

“Yeah, hold on let me get Fiona,” she called, walking away from you and into the back. With a happy sigh, you glanced around the place. There wasn’t many people around, seeing as it was just after the lunch rush. A brown haired guy caught your attention. He was wearing a white tank top, with an apron wrapped around his waist. He stacked plates, cups, and silverware into a plastic tray, before wiping down the table. You leaned your head slightly, looking him up and down.

“Not bad…” you muttered to yourself, before noticing out of the corner of your eyes a different woman approaching you. This woman gave you a tired smile, the sleeves on her blue button up shirt rolled up, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.

“My name is Fiona, I’m the manager at this here establishment. I heard that you came for a job, huh?” You nodded, handing her your resumè.

“Yes, I know there isn’t much on my resume but-”

“You’re hired,”

“W-what?” You said incredulously, staring at her with wide eyes.

“You’re hired. When can you start?”

“A-Any time you want! I can start now if you need me!” You said, smiling widely as your heart pumped faster. You were so excited at getting a new job. You were let go of your other job at a gas station, so you were glad to be able to get back to work to pay your bills. While this job isn’t the best paying job, it was still enough for you to be able to get by at your one bedroom apartment. You grinned happily as Fiona led you behind the counter, showing you what you were going to do.

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“Sorry Lip, more dishes,” you said, dumping a large pile of dishes into a bin next to the sink. Lip groaned, wiping his forehead on his arm, stepping back to take a break. You eyes him curiously as he took off his rubber gloves, turning to you with an amused look. You raised an eyebrow in suspicion, before he answered your unsaid question.

“Wanna go out back for a smoke?” You shrugged your shoulder, agreeing. Following him to the back door, you grabbed your jacket from the rack, putting it on as Lip opened the door, cold air making goosebumps rise on your arm. Watching silently as Lip pulled out a cigarette, you pulled out a lighter from your coat pocket. After lighting the end of the cigarette, you pulled away, looking up at the dark night sky. It was almost 8 at night, but it was quiet as if it was 3 in the morning. You watched as puffs of breath left your mouth, your gaze turning to Lip. You raised an eyebrow as you noticed he was already staring back at you.

In a swift movement, Lip threw the still lit cigarette on the floor, pushing you against the wall. Before you could make a sound, his lips were on yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him close, you kissed back ferociously, letting out all your pinned up sexual frustration. Without breaking the heated kiss, Lip unzipped your coat, pulling it off your shoulders. You gasped as your back hit the cold brick wall behind you, the chill seeping through your shirt.

You leaned your head back with a moan, as Lip kissed down your jawline, sucking on your neck. His fingers skimmed down your sides, before coming to the waistband to your uniform shorts. Fumbling slightly, he managed to unzip them, shoving his hands down your panties. A gasp left you as you bit your lip, trying to keep quiet as Lip’s fingers teased your clit, before slowly entering you with two fingers. Gulping, you looked back and forth down the alleyway, making sure no one was around to see you. When you were sure no one was around, you let your fingers travel to Lip’s zipper, unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his pants.

Lip pulled your shorts down to your knees, before turning you around and bending you over. Moaning as his hand glided across your ass, you watched anxiously over your shoulder as he pulled his pants down some, revealing his long cock. You bit your lip at the sight of it, his hand slowly pumping it in long strokes. You turned your head back to face the wall as Lip lined himself up to you. With one hand on the brick wall, and one to your mouth, your eyes rolled back as you bit your sleeve, his length slowly sliding inside you. With steady strokes, he pumped inside you, muttering a few curses, as you hung your head, you mouth open in silent moans. One of his hands gripped your hip, while the other reached around to tease your clit some more, causing your knees to buckle.

Lip’s strokes became more sloppy as you felt yourself tighten around him, your stomach clenching as you felt your orgasm coming closer. His pants were loud as he started jerking his hips forward hard, hitting your G-spot multiple times, sending you over the edge. You moaned around your shirt sleeve, your knees giving out, forcing Lip to hold you up. After a few more thrust, you felt him cum inside you, filling you with his sticky, hot liquid. Slowly pulling out, he groaned, his head lulling back as he breathed heavily. Gathering yourself, you pulled up your panties and shorts, zipping them up and buttoning the button. Lip watched you with his pants still around his ankles, as you picked up your discarded jacket, reaching for the door.

“Next time, can you wear a condom?” You asked with a smirk and a wink, leaving the dazed man outside in the cold, his pants around him ankles, his eyes wide.

color you mine pt.2- pjm(m)

Originally posted by sugaglos

Living next door to your teacher has its perks… 

(m)- mature | 2.5k words | Teacher!Jimin | Pt.1 / ??

reqs] Jimin smut? With like daddy Dom or like rough stuff please [+] Can you please write about jimin teaching you how to deep throat him? [+] Jimin thigh riding smut no specific plot [+] all of those who requested a second CYM

a/n]  it has been a long time coming,,,hope you enjoy;)  


You’d never been so nervous in your life, knocking on Mr. Park’s door at seven o'clock sharp, not wanting to seem too eager even though you’d been waiting outside his door for nearly fifteen minutes. You told your roommates you were going to another friend’s down the street, hiding behind Mr. Park’s bushes so they couldn’t see as you waited for the time to come.

Beneath your clothes are two lacy black lingerie pieces, not covering anything, just for show, just to hopefully get him as excited as you are, dripping through the barely existent fabric of your panties. Thank god your friend dared you to buy lingerie a few months back, or you’d still be inside not knowing what to wear to this most special occasion.

He opens the door shirtless, smooth skin and defined muscle running below the elastic of his sweats, smiling sweetly and opening the door wider to let you in. “How was your evening, Y/N?” The foyer darkens behind you as he closes the door, “finished the reading I assigned?”

“Yes, Mr. Park,” you try to calm your nerves, picking at the skin around your nails behind your back, “it didn’t take me more than an hour.”

“Then I guess it was too easy,” he laughs, moving in front of you and waiting for you to follow. His house is dimly lit, the only light coming from the open windows in his living room. Leather couches, family photos, abstract art and shelves with books haphazardly sitting on them. His house looked just as you thought it would. So him, somehow.

“Would you like some water?” He moves to the fridge and drinks from a glass already set out, watching you set your bag down and sit in the bar stool across the island.

“Yes, thank you, the walk over here was so far,” you sarcastically joke.  

He chuckles, scrunching his nose and grabbing another tall glass from the cupboard before filling it with water from the fridge, sliding it across the counter cleanly and gracefully.  

“I have a few surprises in store…” He begins with a smirk.

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Rebel AU Mulette Smut PT 2

The frenchman stares up at him with wide surprised eyes at being overpowered so quickly, especially after that orgasm. But soon, his dark eyes narrow with lust and he pushes himself up on his elbows to look directly into Hercules eyes. He feels his breath catch in his throat.

“Getttt on with it thennnn~” he sings, leaning up to kiss him. Herc ducks out of the way at the last second, instead bringing one hand up to press a finger against the taller man’s lips.

“Uh huh. I’m not gonna kiss you anymore now”, he whispers, leaning in close. “I’m gonna touch you all over and you can’t move unless I say so, ok?”

Lafayette whines around his fingers at that, tightening his grip on Hercules waist, before seemingly getting an idea. He darts his tongue out at the shorter man’s finger pressed against his lip, slicking them up, before bringing the digits into his mouth to suck on them, keeping his eyes trained on the shorter man the whole time. Hercules groans at the sight, pleasure heating up in the pit of his belly again.

“Babe, I’m trying to make this about you” he whines, pulling his fingers out of his boyfriend’s mouth reluctantly. Lafayette just smirks at that, freeing his hands to push them up against Hercules’ chest. His fingers dance along the ab lines and he stifles a moan at the feeling of his deft fingers. God. He’s too tipsy for this and he feels so overstimulated.

“You should know now, mon amour, that you cannot control me” the frenchman breathes hotly, kissing up against his neck.

Something inside Hercules snaps at that. “Are you sure?” he challenges, grinning. He runs his forefinger down the centre of Lafayette’s chest before hastily pulling his turtleneck up over his head. He smiles satisfyingly at the hickies he left on his neck before bringing his lips down to plant wet open-mouthed kisses along the skin of his chest, tasting the salty tang of sweat. He slowly kisses his way up his chest, before smirking when finding his target. With a smile, he brings his mouth closer, simultaneously bringing his hand down to Lafayette’s crotch. Lafayette’s eyes widen.

“Oh non, Hercules you would not dar–” he’s cut off with a muffled scream as Hercules swirls his tongue over his nipple, pinching and twisting the bud in his fingers. His boyfriend practically becomes putty in his hands, his head thrown back in a wanton moan and the sound goes straight to Hercules dick again, even after his release.

Yes, Hercules, c'est si bon” he moans, and Hercules doesn’t know a lot of french, but he knows Lafayette’s body well enough to understand that he’s enjoying himself. He swirls his tongue against the nipple, reaching down Lafayette’s sweatpants to massage his hard dick through his boxers. The frenchman writhes under him, head thrown back into the sheets and muttering uselessly in french.

Merde, Herc – you must stop or I–, ungh”.

Hercules brings his mouth up with a wet pop to smirk down at the man under him. “Now who said I can’t control you?” he grins, leaning their foreheads together.

“John is here” Lafayette whines under him, glaring at the door to the hall. “You are lucky he takes so long in the shower.”

Hercules just grins. “We better make this a quick one then, babe.” He leans up to reach into the bedside drawer where he knows the lube and condoms are kept. As always, they’re there. They’re running out of condoms though, and Hercules makes a mental note to buy some more later. Fucking Alex must have stole some. He shakes his head playfully before turning back to his boyfriend.

He can’t stop the gasp that escapes his lips.

He’s taken off his pants now, lying only in his navy boxers. He’s leaning back up against the bedframe and staring at him through hooded eyes, darkened with lust. Hercules suppresses a moan at the sight and instead licks his lips hungrily.

“Well?” the man purrs, rocking his hips upward. “Are we going to… how you say, fuck? or not?”

Hercules practically scrambles out of his own pants before leaning back over his boyfriend. “Sure,” he says breathlessly, running his hands up and down the Frenchman’s inner thighs. He leans down to bite at the V leading down to his crotch and Lafayette bites back a moan, bucking his hips up. “Also,” he smirks, pulling down the boxers and exposing his cock, “don’t act like you don’t know what fucking is babe.”

“What can I say, you… aaah, make me forget… my English” the man breathes, Hercules not stopping his movements. The man looks down at him through thick eyelashes, eyes glassy with pleasure.

He kisses the crown of his boyfriend’s penis, using his free hand to squirt some lube onto his fingers. He gives the member some experimental strokes with his free hand and delights at the precum leaking from the slit. He leans forward to lap at the forming bead, enjoying the salty bitter taste.

With his other hand, he presses up two lubed fingers against the frenchman’s entrance. “Is this ok, babe?” he whispers, concerned.

Lafayette just wraps his thighs tight around his head in response. “Oui. You will not stop now, Hercules.”

With that permission, he smiles up at him  and pushes two fingers into Lafayette. He watches with amusement as Laf writhes under him, pushing up against his fingers and letting out scattered moans. He stretches him out, massaging the flesh inside, before curling his fingers up against a spot he knows that has Lafayette screaming out his name. Bingo. Found it.

Well, they’d been dating for awhile. As Herc said, he knows his boyfriend’s body.

He works against his prostate, making sure to keep eye contact with his boyfriend at all times. Lafayette is just a stunning mess, hair falling out of his bun, sweat glistening his skin and mouth curled in a sinful gasp. He looks beautiful.

Merde, Hercules, je pourrais me noyer dans tes yeux.” The frenchman moans, eyes glazed over and the shorter man feels his hair being tugged as Lafayette rakes his fingers through his curls. “You are so wonderful, magnifique, god…!”

He continues this for awhile, delighting in his boyfriend’s moans, before Lafayette pushes his head up with a sharp tug on his hair. There’s a bit of pleasurable pain there which tingles his skull just nicely  “That is…” he huffs, breathless underneath him. “Enough. Please. You must… make love to me. now. I cannot wait any longer. Je te veux tellement.

Hercules says nothing, just leans back up to stare at him lustfully before slotting their mouths together. Lafayette whimpers through the kiss, swirling his tongue desperately back into his boyfriend’s mouth.

He pulls his own boxers down and discards them on the floor hastily. He rolls a condom down his straining member, giving it a few pumps, before crawling back over the taller man and grabbing his hips. He lines himself up carefully. “You good?” he whispers, bringing his hips toward to meet his entrance. Lafayette just frowns at that, throwing his arms in the air.

“I will be good when you fuck me.” He growls, and with that Hercules snaps his hips forward. And shit he feels so fucking good around him.

Lafayette throws his head back and lets out the loudest moan he’s heard all night and Hercules feels himself straining even harder. Lafayette’s walls clench around his dick so wonderfully and it takes all his self control to not just start thrusting wildly into him, letting his dick speak for his brain. Instead sets a slower pace, letting his boyfriend adjust, but soon Lafayette has his nails raking down his back and he knows he’s ready.

Harder” the frenchman grits, rocking his hips up to meet each of Hercules’ thrusts. He speeds up his pace, slamming into him roughly and watches as he hits a spot that has Lafayette seeing stars and throwing his head back against the pillow. “God, god, god”  the man moans, staring blankly at the ceiling, face contorted in pleasure. “Fuck.”

“Shit Laf, how are you so goddamn tight”, he groans as the walls tighten impossibly around his length, clamping down on him. The frenchman just moans in response, lost in his own pleasure. Hercules reaches down his free hand to fist Lafayette’s strained dick, rock hard and leaking against his chest and relishes in the look in Lafayette’s eyes. God. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have someone so beautiful in his life. He’s struck by how much love he feels for the man underneath him.

“Lafayette, I love you–” he murmurs, moaning as his boyfriend rakes his nails along his back. “So much. Fuck.” He thrusts faster, harder, losing himself in the sensation.

Lafayette just babbles incoherently under him, eyes rolling into the back of his head and hand clenching the bedsheets. “Oui, oh yes, yes, right there!” he cries out, and Hercules adjusts his hips and angles himself so he hits that spot every time. He glances up to look in the frenchman’s eyes and the wide eyed, lustful look he gets back sends him teetering closely to the edge.

“I love you so much, je t'aime, mon amour,” he cries out. Hercules pumps his hand around Lafayette faster at that, and the man juts his hips up to meet his thrusts.

Tu es magnifique.“

His moans become louder by the second, and in a fleeting moment he really hopes that John was having a really long shower because the sounds coming from his mouth are filthy. God he needs to take french lessons.

“I’m so close, are you close, babe?” he pants and stares down at his boyfriend lovingly. He slots their lips back together and then the frenchman pulls back with a scream of  “Herculeeees” and suddenly the man spasms underneath him, hips bucking under the pleasure of his orgasm and cums against his chest.

The action sends Hercules himself over the edge, and with a few more thrusts his vision burns bright and he comes violently, throwing his head back in a moan.

They lay there for a while, breathing heavily against one another, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. A few beats later, Herc pulls himself out and Lafayette mewls at the loss of his fullness. He ties the condom and expertly throws it in the bin beside the bed before crawling back to curl at Lafayette’s side.

The taller man reaches out to give him a sweet kiss before resting his head on his shoulder, drawing circles against his bare chest.

“Laf, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He murmurs earnestly, kissing the top of his head.

The frenchman’s eyes shine with tears as he bursts into a wide grin.

“You are as well, mon amour. You are as well.”

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forgive me for i have sinned

i saw that you liked it on your instagram story so i had to submit the second half  !

i am going to hell

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Katsuki: Just don’t ask for weird adult stuff, y'hear?
Yamikumo: You almost sound like you’re concerned for my well-being.
Katsuki: And only one outfit per ask. Have some mercy on Yami.
Yamikumo: Thank you, Katsuki.

SMH Cell Phones

what a dork am I that this is been sitting in my drafts for so long, here y'all can have it :)))

Nursey

  • has an iPhone 7 Plus 256GB for all of his recordings, music, podcasts

  • is the clumsiest fuck on planet earth but he LOVES the look of the matte black iPhone with no case on it so he has the case off more often than he should

  • his screen? Literally always cracked (Dex finally convinced him to get a fuckin glass screen protector which he has to replace like every other week)

  • All of the cases he does put on his phone are thin and clear or clear with patterns that compliment the all black phone bc aes or die (current case is clear with BLM written in gold, fight me)


Ransom

  • has an iPhone 7 128 GB in red

  • actually has no clue how to text without emojis and he loves iMessage (he sometimes wishes he went for the plus but it doesn’t fit in his pocket)

  • case is white with a clear Canadian flag so the red shows through (Lardo got it special made as a gag gift but he loves it)

  • keeps a glass screen protector but he’s never had to replace it bc he’s perfect


Lardo

  • has an old gold iPhone 5s 32 GB. (it’s way too small but it was her first real smartphone so she’s really really attached to it)

  • It’s kinda beat up and it has paint splotches all over it from when she was more reckless with it but she keeps a case on it now

  • has a screen protector

  • Aforementioned screen protector is always cracked

  • She switches out her cases constantly, especially now that they’re so cheap

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PhannieMay16: Water

look me in the eyes and tell me Danny wouldn’t be on the swim team

He didn’t know that swimming is so much like flying. Gravity didn’t exist in the water as much as it did on the land. You could do flips and sink to the bottom or float to the top without even thinking about it.

The only problem is air. Humans need oxygen to survive, which is quite annoying at times. It’s something that Danny could definitely get along fine without, but his swimming coaches tended to try to rescue him if he stayed under for more than five minutes.

He swore he just had good lungs.

His teammates were nice, too. They wouldn’t replace Tucker or Sam in a million years, but at least they weren’t jealous of him or tried to shove him in a locker.

But actually swimming? It was like flying in a human body. The way how Danny cut through the water, his body angled so he’ll get less resistance and go much  faster then should be possible at his age was amazing.

He never tried used his ghost powers in the water (Although he may have used his intangibility on some turns because he can’t control his instincts)

His coaches were scared of him. Danny didn’t realize it, but they stopped trying to save him the third time around he hung out longer than five minutes underwater.

Because whenever he’s under there his eyes glow a bright, unnatural green.

Danny Fenton was definitely not a normal student, and if he should drown the coaches would be relieved.

Scars We Carry

Request by: Anonymous

“ Please write about the first time after Draco and Harry start dating that they finally have sex after waiting a long time and Harry sees Draco’s scars and breaks down.”


°One Shot

°Pairing: Drarry (Draco x Harry)

°Warnings: NSFW/Harsh Language

°Note: Plays in 8th year!


                                           ~Scars We Carry~

Nervous.

Nervous was probably the best word to describe the state Draco was in at the moment.

Sex was supposed to feel good, right? Especially when you do it with the one you love.

But hell, the Slytherin was so nervous as he sat on his bed of his own dorm down in the dungeons. 

Harry and Draco have been dating for quite some time now. It’s been a rough time, and ever since the fire in the Room Of Requirement and what happened in the war, Draco has felt oddly attracted to the Gryffindor.

 So when they saw each other again in the Hogwarts Express to start a new year in their well known school, his feelings were all over the place.

However, eventually, he found out that Harry might be attracted to him as well, so he made a move and boom; they immediately fell in love, and since the dark lord wasn’t a thing anymore, there was no one that could stop them from becoming the probably cutest couple in the wizard world.

But Draco never felt ready to take it further than hot kissing sessions in his bedroom.

And Harry always respected that, even tho he clearly wanted it.

There just was something about all the time that caused Draco to have some trust issues. 

Now, however, he felt ready; just how would he explain this to Harry?


A knock on the door ripped Draco out of his thoughts and with a short “come in”, Draco laid back on his bed.

Harry, looking like a complete mess, walked inside and jumped in the bed, resting his head on his lover’s shoulder.

“You tired?”

The brown haired boy only nod his head and kissed Draco on the cheek.

“Quidditch is much harder now that I’ve missed it for a year.”

He sighed and cuddled Draco’s side, a small smile on his face.

“What have you been up to, babe?”

“Oh, uhm I…”

With a light shade of red covering his cheeks, Draco shifted so he could look at Harry’s face.

“I’ve been thinking. About us.”

With a frown on his face, Harry tilted his head.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, no, not at all. I’m just…I don’t know how to start this. Let me just…”

Draco decided actions were better than words right now, so he leaned in to kiss Harry passionately, who kissed him back with just the same force.

Harry rolled over so he was on top of the other male, their lips never parting.

First, Draco wasn’t sure what to do, but Harry’s lips drove him crazy, so he just closed his eyes, shut off his head and began to move his hips against Harry’s.

The second their erections touched through their clothes, Harry gasped and broke the kiss.

“D-Draco what are you-?”

But he didn’t want to talk, so he pulled Harry’s face down by his collar to kiss him again, moving his hips with a bit more confidence.

He could feel the moans coming from his lover against his lips, and finally Harry moved his hips too, and yes yes yes, it felt so good.

Harry’s left arm was next to Draco’s head, holding him steady, while his right hand began to run up and down Draco’s body, until he reached his lower back where he then moved just a bit lower and cupped Draco’s ass with his firm hand.

His lips now moved from Draco’s lips down to his chin, along his jaw and ended on his neck, where he left one hickey after another, all of them just at the right spots.

Draco loved it when Harry left hickeys all over his neck. He loved to let people know who he belonged to, and even better was when he was the one to leave hickeys on Harry’s skin.

His whole body heated up, and his heart started to race when Harry began to unbutton his shirt.

Fuck, what will happen when he sees the scars from 6th year?!

“Harry do-”

But it was too late.

Harry gasped and removed his body from Draco’s when he sat up, his eyes wide, shock reflected in them, horror even.

“Oh god…”

The hand he just opened the shirt with now covered Harry’s mouth, and tears began to build behind those round glasses.

“Harry, it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, Draco!! I…I did this to you!”

As if he was afraid of himself, Harry stared at his hands and sobs began to escape his throat.

Even tho Draco felt the sudden urge to roll his eyes all the way back in his head. he sat up and wrapped his arms around Harry.

“I love you, Harry. Please don’t cry. We wanted to forget the past, right?”

When Harry, however, wouldn’t stop sobbing, Draco became inpatient and pulled him into a kiss again, that finally muted the other male’s sobs.

Now it was Draco’s turn to let his slightly shaking hands run over his boyfriend’s chest, before he grabbed the shirt tightly and took it off, breaking the kiss in order to pull the red shirt over Harry’s head. 

In the process Harry’s glasses fell off, but that was okay because they were so close that Harry didn’t need them to see his lover anyways.

As soon as Harry’s shirt joined Draco’s on the floor, he pushed the blonde back again and started to kiss his chest, his scars, softly at first, but then his tongue touched the skin, and Draco never felt so good and happy and needy before.

A soft moan slipped past his lips, and Harry began to kiss his way down to the waistband of Draco’s jeans, his hungry eyes never leaving the other one’s.

Excitement rushed through the Slytherin’s body when he could feel Harry’s hands undoing his belt, unzipping his trousers, and before he knew it, his jeans ended up on the floor as well.

The bulge in Draco’s pants was now right in front of Harry’s face and when his fingers gripped the clothing and pulled it down, Draco hid his face behind his hands and held his breath for a few seconds.

“Babe, don’t be shy. You look so beautiful.”

Harry softly kissed his thighs, again and again, until he thought Draco felt comfortable enough with his new feeling of being completely naked in front of someone else than himself.

Just to make sure he was reading the signals right, he looked up at Draco, his look asking for permission, and when Draco shyly nodded, Harry placed a soft kiss on the shaft of his throbbing erection.

Draco gasped, starring down at Harry as he kept doing so, until he suddenly licked the tip, causing Draco to moan.

His fingers got a hold of his messy, brown hair, gripping it tightly as he pushed Harry’s head a bit lower, wanting him to stop the teasing and just suck him to insanity.

But Harry, that sneaky little bastard, seemed to have other plans and he rolled over, pulling Draco on his lap.

“I have to admit something.”

Confused about why he would wanna talk now, Draco frowned at him.

“I, uhm, I never did this kind of thing either.”

“What?”, shock was written all over his face. “I thought you did this, you know, with Cho or the Weasel girl.”

“No, Draco. You’re my first too.”

For some odd reason, Draco felt relieved hearing that, and he couldn’t stop the smirk on his face as he leaned down and whispered: “Then let’s make it as good as we can, shall we~?”


There’s been a lot of time where Harry just appreciated his boyfriend’s body with soft kisses and touches, and it was so sweet that Draco even forgot that he never did this before.

Especially as Harry wrapped his hand around Draco’s hard member, he forgot how to think straight and gave in in the pleasure he was driven to.

“Harry-fuck; i-if you keep going like-oh-like that, I’m gonna cum before we even started.”

Way too fast Harry removed his hand and stood up from the bed so he could take off his last pieces of clothing as well, before he sat on his knees in front of Draco again.

“Uhm, do you know how to do this?”

“I’ve heard about it. We need, uh, lube, cause otherwise it would hurt too much. You have some?”

Draco once again nodded (Pansy told him he’ll need it one day when she gave it to him as a late birthday present) and reached to get it out of the drawer of his nightstand.

Harry grabbed it, opening the bottle-which was pretty hard with his shaky hands-and coated one of his fingers with the substance.

“You really wanna do this?”

Draco took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Alright. This might hurt a little, just tell me if the pain gets too much and I’ll stop, okay?”

With that, Harry slowly inserted his finger, little by little, listening to Draco’s whines and groans, waiting for a sign of his lover to move.

Once Draco got used to the strange sensation, he moved his hips, and Harry began to move his finger, slowly in and out, and even tho it felt so weird to Draco, he couldn’t help but moan.

“I’ll add another one, okay?”

As response he got another loud moan, so he added another lubricated finger and moved them a bit faster, scissoring and stretching him and when he noticed Draco arching his back, he knew that he hit that one spot that he’s been reading about a couple of times.

“Harry just-just fuck me already, please.”

Harry got even harder hearing those words, which seemed impossible at this point, and he used his hand to lubricate his aching cock as well, pulling out his fingers of Draco, which whined at the sudden empty feeling.

He, however, yelped when he felt the tip of Harry’s member entering him, slowly, but it still hurt badly.

Ever so often Harry stopped moving; believe me, it took him all of his self control to not just fuck Draco senselessly; and gave Draco all the time he needed to get used to his size, to any size actually.

It took some time, but eventually Harry slipped in completely and with a short nod of his boyfriends head, he began to slowly move his hips back and fourth.

“Fuck, Draco…i-i’s so tight.”

Both of the boys moaned and Harry got faster at each loud moan Draco let slip through his lips.

With the pain already forgotten, Draco parted his legs as far as he could, allowing Harry a much better access, and suddenly he hit that spot again that made him see stars.

“Harry!!!”

Hearing Draco moaning his name like this drove him way too close to his orgasm, but he couldn’t help himself from telling Draco to do that again.

“H-Harry, oh god, I-I-I’m gonna-”

“Yeah, me too.”

Draco felt his whole body shake and he let out a breathless scream when he reached his height, cuming all over his stomach.

With Harry’s lips on his, he came as well with a suffocated moan.


Harry rolled to the side, pulling Draco into his arms, placing kisses all over his sweaty face.

“I love you, Draco.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

Maybe all the things that happened weren’t so bad, after all.


Hope you liked it, sorry if I got anything wrong. Lots of Love!<3

~Jen

The Flying Graysons

Prompt: Batmom meets Dick Grayson.
A/N: This is the first part of my new series, which is mainly about Batmom meeting the batkids. I’m going in order, so Jason is next!

When you first heard that Haly’s Circus was coming to Gotham, you had immediately begged Bruce to go with you.

It’s been ages since the last time you both did anything fun. Usually, you’d only go out in public for galas and charity balls, but now that the circus was in town, there was no way you’re missing out on it.

Luckily for you, Bruce gave in to your begging, much to your satisfaction.

“Bruce, come on!” You ushered, pulling on his arm to try and make him walk faster.

Bruce chuckled, “The show doesn’t even start until 7:30, and it’s not even seven yet.” He said, amused by your eagerness.

The billionaire knew exactly why you were so excited. Today might be your only chance to see the Flying Graysons up close and personal. Ever since little Richard joined in on his family’s performances, the act had gotten more popular, and you were one of their biggest fans.

“We need to get good seats.” You said, trying to defend yourself.

Your husband gave you a ‘really?’ look. “Did you suddenly forget who you’re married to?” He asked teasingly.

You stuck out your tongue childishly and continued to drag him closer and closer to the large tent.

As soon as you were inside, you picked the seats closest to the front and sat down happily.

There were already several people inside waiting for the show to start, some of them even pulled out their phones and started to not-so-subtly take pictures of you and Bruce once they caught sight of Gotham’s most famous couple.

Bruce wrapped his arm around your shoulders and started to whisper random things in your ear.

One of the main reasons why he even agreed to go with you was because of the publicity, which sounded bad but you understood. He was the Batman. The more Bruce Wayne went out in public with his wife, the less people were suspicious of him.

Time flew by fast as more and more civilians entered the tent. You caught sight of familiar faces such as those of the Drakes and their young son, Tim.

You weren’t particularly close to them, but Tim was just so adorable. So when he waved and smiled toothily at you, you couldn’t help smile and wave back.

A minute later, the ringmaster appeared and you looked up at Bruce with an excited grin. He affectionately smiled back down, happy to see that you were happy.

You watched in wonder as the opening acts came out and performed. Though you hadn’t exactly came here for them, their performances still had you blown you away.

When the ringmaster finally announced the Flying Graysons, the whole tent bursted into cheers.

You and Bruce watched as the family took their place atop the trapeze.

After seeing how small Dick Grayson actually was, you couldn’t help but worry about his safety, even though you knew acrobatics was probably second nature to him.

The crowd cheered loudly in amazement as Dick started the performance off with his famous “Quadruple Flip of Doom,” a maneuver that only the Grayson family was able to perfect.

You sighed in relief and clapped as Dick swung to safety, causing Bruce to chuckle amusingly. Seeing you so worried about a child’s wellbeing brought a warm feeling in his chest. ‘She would be an amazing mother,’ he noted.

John and Mary Grayson, Dick’s parents, prepared to attempt a simultaneous triple flip.

The two acrobats smiled lovingly at each other before swinging out together, earning ‘oohs’ from the crowd.

Everyone waited for the two to land, but they never did.

Not even a second later, you and Bruce heard a terrifying snap. The both of you immediately tried to find where the noise was coming from, but in the end all you could do was watch in horror as the two Graysons plummeted several stories to their deaths.

Screams erupted and many began to rush out of the tent, not even giving a second glance back at the scene before them.

It was like a switch flipped in your head. Your eyes instinctively sought for Dick, who had been watching from above with tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without even thinking, you ran from Bruce’s side and climbed up the ladder while ignoring his calls for you. Your first priority was the hysterical boy grieving all by himself.

Once you reached the top, Dick’s head snapped from his parents’ bloodied bodies to you.

The pain in his eyes reminded you of Bruce’s right after his own parents’ deaths.

Your lips quivered at how utterly broken he looked.

You knew you couldn’t offer him much, but what you could give him was comfort.

No words needed to be spoken as you bent down in front of him and embraced him in the tight hug. He wrapped his shaky arms around you, crying excessively into your shoulder.

You could care less about the tears and snot getting on your expensive clothes. The only thing that mattered was the sobbing boy in your arms

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For anyone who wants a free pose-able human reference for drawing
The other day I came across this awesome program by accident (I don’t even remember what I was actually searching for, but on the several times I’ve looked for a program like this I’ve had no luck)....

This [see above article,] is possibly the best art-helping tool I’ve ever used; hands-down. 

Even in the free version, you can adapt the rig (body type, proportions, etc.) to whatever fits your needs, have several rigs in the same scene, adjust the direction of lighting, change the skin tone (and either shiny or matte,) and best of all; it’s a bone-based rig so the range of motion is fairly realistic.

In less than an hour after opening the program, I was able to go from this:

To this: 

Which in turn became this:

Even if you use the free version (with no save-project feature,) throwing a custom rig together is fairly quick and simple. 

(Plus, it’s so much easier (and faster) than trying to coerce one of my brothers into posing for a reference shot, getting them into position, walking around around trying to get the right camera angle, sorting through the all of the pictures for the perfect one, and then trying to translate their body type to that of whomever I’m drawing.)

Eg…

Or…

For You{4}[Jeff Atkins]

Request: Can i request a Jeff Atkins imagine where hes like a badboy but when Y/N is the new girl at Liberty and Clay takes her under his wing, Jeff feels the need to protect her and be good for her? And then at a party he sees Monty and Y/N flirting so he gets wasted and Y/N ends up taking him to her house and taking care of him and he drunkenly confesses his softy feelings for her?

Pairing:bad boy!Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

A/N:This kinda sucks but here it is anyway!-M

part 1     part 2     part 3     part 5

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vszzsv     deanilostmyshoe

Originally posted by wkom

“Jeff… "She said once more and sighed deeply. When she saw that he just wouldn’t stop,she started shaking her head and finally, his hands removed from her hair.

"Ah,don’t do this,you’ll get dizzy!”

She ignored his comment and continued walking, faster and faster every time he spoke.She felt really uncomfortable listening to him compliment her.She needed him to shut up so that she could think straight.

“Your hair is soft.I like your hair.”

“Jeff,stop it…” She said in a serious tone.He just rolled his eyes and smiled widely,like he had achieved his goal to irritate her.

Why was he like that?Bipolar disorder?No,just too much liquor.Right?

“We’re almost at my house.Where’s yours though? "She asked and suddenly, he overdramatically put his right hand on his forehead and fell on her.She used all her strength and somehow managed to lift him up.He put his arm around her shoulders and he seemed like he couldn’t walk properly.

"What?” She almost yelled but he put his index finger on her lips,hushing her.

“Oh no,i don’t feel very well…Can i stay at your place tonight?”

“Whoa wait…”She said and tried to push him away but he was too strong and didn’t seem to move an inch.She  sighed loudly and put her hands on his waist,holding him tightly.

She let him come with her without even asking for the location of his own home.He was such a fucking distraction.She was so busy thinking of what she would answer,if he asked her about what happened at the party that she didn’t even mind him basically walking her home.All the anger had strangely faded away and she even laughed a few times at his stupid,intoxicated,loud thoughts.

“Have you noticed that i eventually go along with whatever you want tonight?I’ve lowered my standards and that’s bad.”She confessed and snorted at he thought that he had such an effect on her.It was just so funny.

“So is that an okay or what?“He asked and after hesitating for a moment,she nodded.

“I guess you won’t tell me where you live so i can take you there.And i guess i can’t leave you alone either.“

“You guess right babygirl…”He whispered in her ear and smirked.Y/N felt shivers running down her spine.What was wrong with her?She was supposed to slap him for everything he told and did to her those past couple of days and then walk away.But that wasn’t one of her options and she couldn’t tell why.

After a couple minutes of dead silence,they finally arrived at Y/N’s.

“Can you stand?”She asked and giving her an adorab-stupid smile,he removed his arm from her and indeed stood on his own two feet like there wasn’t anything wrong with him physically.

“Yes, as you can see!”He said and she shook her head.He was playing with her.Of course,she knew that he was pretending but the worst part was that he was having the time of his life.He was enjoying it so much.

She took the keys out of the pocket of her dress and unlocked the door.Thank goodness her parents were gone for the weekend.

“Oh my!This place is so cool!”Jeff exclaimed as he walked in.He literally jumped on the couch then lay there,his hands resting on his forehead.

“Yeah,sure,right…”She seemed to be thinking of something else so she wasn’t paying much attention to him.More than to what was gonna happen from that point and on.

“Y/N i need to tell you something…”He almost shouted when he saw the girl getting upstairs.She stopped moving and turned to him,giving him a questionable look.

“I’m just gonna bring you a blan-”

“It can wait.”He retorted and she frowned.What was so important?Probably on of his stupid comments again,she thought and rolled her eyes.

He sounded serious and honest though.Like something serious had happened.Y/N slowly walked towards him and getting up,he made space for her to sit beside him.

“What is it this time?”She asked,not looking at him.She felt exausted all of a sudden.She didn’t wanna think anymore.It was tiring.

“You’re probably gonna laugh at me but honestly,at this point i don’t care…”He said and put his hands on her thigh.Okay,what was happening?One moment he was all acting strange,the other all serious.Weirdly, sober serious.

The place his hand touched started burning.Damn you Jeff Atkins.Damn you…

“Doubt it,only if it’s some kind of anecdote…”She turned her gaze at him and took a moment to acknowledge his beautiful features;Fuck,he was handsome.

“Hey,listen…”He almost whispered as he removed some hair from her face,putting them behind her ear.

Oh,o-okay…”She breathed.

“You know i like you right?You don’t think i punched Motty because i hate you?I know i said some hurtful things to you and i wish i could take them back.But every time i saw you in the hall with Jensen,i couldn’t help but feel jealous that he was hanging out with you instead of me.And earlier,i felt the need to protect you from that asshole because i know he isn’t the guy you all think he is.”

As he talked,she felt more and more confused.He felt jealous?He wanted to protect her?Where did all these feelings come from?Hell,did he just say he liked her?No,she must have misheard.

“I didn’t mean to say those things to you.I-i just expressed my interest in you in the worst fucking way possible.I don’t hate you Y/N.I like you,so much.I want to get to know you better.I am so attracted to you and believe me, i am hardly holding back so as to not kiss you right now…”

His face was inches away from hers,their foreheads were touching.Y/N could smell his intoxicating breath,a mix of alcohol and ment.Her breath hitched in her throat.That was so wrong.He was just drunk,he didn’t know what he was saying,right?

“Jeff,you need to rest..”Was all that she could say as she gently put her hands on his chest, pushing him back;he was way too close.He bit the inside of his cheek,then ran a hand through his hair.

“So that’s all you have to say after all this?That i need to rest?Y/N,don’t you see it?I am so in love with you,yet you don’t even say anything about it!”

Y/N angrily stood up and started pacing back and forth.

“What do you want me to say?That i like you back?Is that what you wanna hear?Even if i did i would never admit it because boys like you use girls for their own benefit!I am not willing to be one of those girls Jeff,okay?All i want is for this  misunderstanding to end at this very moment.I forgive you for what you did but please,don’t make this more complicated than it already is.Just,leave it.I’m sure that tomorrow,everything you did and what we said tonight will just be a blur to you.So let’s just end this here,please…“

She finished her small speech and with tears in her eyes, she didn’t even notice Jeff getting up and heading towards her.

“I don’t do these things Y/N,you have it all wrong-”

He tried to touch her hand but she took a step back,shaking her head.

“It doesn’t matter, Jeff.You are drunk and you can’t control the words coming out of your mouth.I’m sure you don’t even mean everything you’ve told me tonight.So just lay on the couch,i’ll bring you a pillow and a blanket and then you can sleep.And when you wake up in the morning,please go before i come down.Don’t want you shouting at me for ‘seducing’ you to come to my home.”

She wiped away some tears covering her face and biting her lip,she turned around and hesitantly climbing the stairs,she slowly disappeared from his sight.

He decided to let her go.He thought she needed time to maybe think.Besides,she’d come down anyway.While sitting down in silence,his head spinning, he managed to come to a single conclusion;he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.