now take all your clothes off

A Day in the Life

I really feel the need for some fun and fluff so here is another tease.  Still working on the new chapter. 

“Take your clothes off,” Felicity tells him as she starts to pull his shirt off.  Oliver’s brain is short circuited.  Did she say take his clothes off?  Is she taking his shirt off right now?  

“What?” Oliver almost loses it when he feels her hand removing his belt.

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BTS reaction when you moan while kissing them

warnings: smut, swearing, submissive-dominant behaviour, various kinks

You were having a deep, passionate kiss when suddenly a moan escaped your mouth unexpectedly.. Being the little brat you are you continued turning him on then stopped, still watching him face to face as you backed away a bit..


*grabbing your wrist tightly and pulling you back roughly* „Princess you must be either stupid or crazy to think that would work. Take off your clothes. Now.“


*furious af* „Babe come back here before I seriously get pissed off and make you fucking scream all night long“


„You better come here on all fours begging for forgiveness or you won’t be able to sit down for a fucking week“


„Ah really? Babygirl you know I will get what I want.“ *pulls you fiercely towards him and leans into your ear* „Try and do that one more time to see where it gets you kitten“


*smug* „We both know you will surrender first in this little game but I’m not going to give you anything until you cry out, begging“


*grins* „I don’t know whether you should run or come here and straddle me while apologising a million and one fucking time“


„Come and lean over daddy’s lap. And if you try and run away I will make sure the whole fucking neighbourhood knows my name“

xx hello babes im sorry for not posting long, school has got me occupied..gimme some requests & yup im back xx

Request: Prompt 15 and 16 with peter maximoff (DOFP and Apocalypse)vplease x

Author’s Notes: So this is the first request I’m going to do for the prompts I put up today. I’m actually very surprised how many requests I got in this amount of time! Thank you all! I also want to say thank you for 200 followers! I’ll get to writing now, see you at the end. 

Word Count: 787

Warnings: Mentions of sexual things ;)

#15 “Draw me like one of your French girls.” “Please stop taking your clothes off.”    

#16 “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

Keeping Peter at a slower pace was hard, but trying to keep him to be still all together was damn near impossible. He refused to sit still for more than 3 seconds and that is going to be a problem, seeing that he has a broken leg and all. After the whole Apocalypse thing, the super fast healing wasn’t going to cut it with this one. He still needed to rest and keep off of that leg. That’s where you come in, trying to ease his boredom as best you can. 

You walk up to the room that he shared with Scott in the mansion, which was newly rebuilt thanks to Jean and Erik, knocking twice before walking in. You see Peter lying on his bed with his headphones on, music blasting with his broken leg propped up on some pillows. ‘Exactly as I left him,’ you thought, secretly thanking him for not moving.

“Peter!” you say a bit louder, hoping to get the speedster’s attention but all you heard was the loud music coming out of the headphones. Sighing, you go to sit on Scott’s bed, which was across from Peter’s, and you pull out one of your school books, figuring that if you’re not going to do anything, might as well finish the homework. 

Taking out a pencil and highlighter, your eyes scan the pages in front of you, highlighting important passages and phrases. You see slight movement out of the corner of your eye and you look up, expecting to see Peter still lying there, flipping though the songs on his MP3 player. 

What you did see though, was completely unexpected.

There was Peter, lying on his bed and looking directly at you, a lazy smirk on his face. Slowly, he maneuvered he was onto his side, carefully tucking his broken leg under his non-broken leg. He props his head up on his arm and winks at you. “Hello, beautiful.”

His hands move to the hem of his shirt, hooking them under it and yanking his shirt over his head, making his pale chest now visible to your viewing. Peter noticed your stare and his smirk only grows, making him tighten his abs, making it obvious that he was flexing.

Rolling your eyes, you set your book on Scott’s bed and make your way over to Peter. His eyes widen as he watches your actions, the once playful smirk transforming into a mischievous one. He wiggles his eyebrows, hands teasily moving down to his belt buckle, “Draw me like one of your French girls.”

You take your hand and dig it into Peter’s side, causing him to let out a not-so-manly shriek of surprise. “Please stop taking your clothes off. Also, you were totally flexing.”

Peter gasps with fake disgust, “I would never deceive you like that. This is all nat-ur-al.” He draws out the last word as he sits up on the bed and resumes his previous position, with his leg up on the pillows.

You crawl over him and lay next to him, lying your head on his shoulder, “This is nice.”

He hums in approval and rolls over to wrap his arms around you as he attempts to place a pillow between his legs to elevate the cast. With a groan, Peter sits up and places the pillow in its desired destination. You giggle and wrap your arms lazily around his waist, paying attention to where you were laying your head and not to where you hands actually ended up, which went a little lower than expected. 

The momentum on your arms coming down after being wrapped around Peter’s “waist” created a loud slap noise, causing another involuntary not-so-manly shriek to escape his mouth. He looks down at you with a shocked expression plastered on his face and you look down to see what you smacked.

A blush made it’s was onto your cheeks as you look up at Peter with wide eyes, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

Another smirk crept onto Peter’s face, “Of course you didn’t”

“I’m serious, Peter.”

“I didn’t expect you to be into the kinky stuff, (y/n).”

The blush on your cheeks only intensified at Peter’s last statement, “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

You bury your face in the crook of Peter’s neck to escape the embarrassment that was soon to come. Quiet chuckles were heard from him as he wrapped his arms around you once again.

“I’ll let you do it again, I kinda liked it. Just promise to give me some time before you introduce the handcuffs. Maybe I’ll like this whole BDSM thing.”


This is how ship hate works.

You are walking in the streets in your pretty dress and 4 inch heels. Then, a random stranger blocks your way.

“Hold up girl. Why are you wearing those heels and that skimpy dress?”

“I want to…?”


“Dude, chill. They are just clothes.”

“Exactly. They are just clothes. Now, take them off.”

They strip shippers, the fandom, of all its potential for great content.

Spring Cleaning

Ginny: Harry’s cleaning out the attic. Would you mind running up and helping him sort through everything? At the rate he’s going it’s going to take him all night.

Teddy: *glances up from where he and Albus are snickering at the counter* Sure thing Auntie G. 

Albus: *whispers* Sucker. 

Ginny: Now wipe that smirk off your face. 

Albus: *grin falters* 

Teddy: *smirks and slaps Albus on the back* Have fun. 

*Teddy takes the stairs two at a time and plops down next to Harry* 

Harry: Merlin.

Teddy: *grins* Auntie G asked me to come help. 

Harry: Ah, gotcha… thanks Teddy. *smiles* You can start over there. *gestures* Old books or photos, toss in that pile. Clothes, over here… *pales* … Er… If you find anything that looks dangerous… please refrain from touching it. 

Teddy: *grins* Got it. 

*One hour and a lot of sorting later* 

Teddy: What’s that…? *pulls something out from a pile of robes* 

Harry: *breath catches* 

Harry: I forgot I had that… 

Teddy: *grins* It’s nice. Kinda retro. 

Harry: You like it?

Teddy: … Yeah. Can I-?


EXO Masterlist

Prompt List: Prompts (*REMEMBER* We do MalexFemale, FemalexFemale, and MalexMale if you want.)

The Admins: Taebaby, Laymedown, Blue, Dreamer, Yuggie, & Sherlock

Smut =  ♋


Baekhyun #32 “This is all your fault!”, #33 “I shouldn’t be in love with you!”, & #35 “I could kill you right now!”  

Baekhyun #41 “I hate you” 

Baekhyun #53 “What, does that feel good?” & #90 “No, no… take it off, please”  

Chanyeol #113 “ Babe, stop it or I swear I’ll tie you down”   ♋

Chanyeol #31 “Kiss me” & #59 “Take off your clothes”  

Chanyeol #46 “I’m ok. Just please stop talking to me” & #116 “Do you realize how much stuff like this hurts me?  

Chanyeol ‘Do you really wanna leave?’   ♋

Chanyeol XMale ReaderX Suho  ♋

Chanyeol ‘Sub reader, xMale’  ♋

[Halloween] Chanyeol  “Why would you investigate the strange noise?” & “Don’t just stand there, RUN!”

Chen #18 “I’m going to take care of you, ok?” & #102 “My hands?”  

Chen  #4 “I’m not going to apologize for this. Not anymore”, #39 “Make me”, & #87 “I’m not done yet” ♋

Chen #109 “Need help?”  

Kai #60  “It hurts!”  

Kai ‘Sub Jongin’   ♋

Kris #48 “Do you need me to kill someone for you?”, #85 “You are as intimidating as a puppy, my dear”, & #64 “You know that I love you, right?”  

Kyungsoo #65 “Don’t touch me” 

Kyungsoo #106 “Come here. Right now”  ♋

Kyungsoo ‘Disneyland’  

Kyungsoo ‘xMale, Fuck me on the table’   ♋

Luhan #3  “Those things you said yesterday, did you mean them?”, #22  “Were you ever going to tell me?”, & #27  “I could kiss you right now!”  

Luhan ‘Jealous of the other members’  

Sehun #31 “Kiss me” & #53 “Are you wearing my shirt?”  ♋

Sehun #56 “Did you just… finish?”  & #76  “You’re so cute when you pout”  ♋

Sehun #1 “Stay the night. Please”  

Sehun ‘MalexMale, submissive and needy’   ♋

Sehun ‘Sad movie’  

Suho #36  “Knock it off!”  

Suho #94 “I don’t care anymore”  

Suho x Reader x Xiumin ‘Threesome’   ♋

Suho #112 “God, I missed you” & 116 “ Do you even realize how much stuff like this hurts me? “  

Tao Pt 1 “Blanket Thief” & Pt 2 “Blanket Thief”  

Xiumin  #44 “That doesn’t even make sense” & #17 “Isn’t this amazing?”  

Xiumin #47 “Can I sit here? All the other tables are full”  

Yixing #54 “Are you wearing my shirt?” & #80 ″You’re beautiful, you know that?”  

Yixing ‘MalexMale, coffee shop’  


How they share the bed with you  

How they act when they’re jealous

Quotes they’d get as tattoos

How they react when you want a baby   

How they react to you looking younger than you are

As disney characters

When they find out their shy crush is actually really funny  

When someone doesn’t belive their kid is theirs because their S/O is a foreigner  

When they check out ya booty

When you get the title of SKorea’s visual and holy trinity  

Favorite sexual positions  

When you tell them you like anal play  ♋

When you bring up adoption *xMale*

When their BF is clumsy and gets bruises a lot  

When they find your room of bdsm sex toys  ♋

Favorite position for eating you out *nsfw*  ♋

When you love each other mutually, but you’re scared they’ll play you

[Werewolf AU] You (mate) tease them all day of the full moon to see when they’ll snap  ♋

How they react to you showing them your fav anime

When they find their BF crying and inconsolable

As kittens





Jongin ‘a little too loud’  ♋

Chanyeol ‘Misses his U.S. GF’  ❤

Chen ‘guilty’

Kyungsoo ‘are you pregnant?’  ❤

Yixing ‘Forgetful’


  • EXO
  • BTS
  • Big Bang
  • GOT7
  • VIXX
  • Monsta X
  • IKON
  • NCT
  • Seventeen
  • Shinee
  • Boyfriend
  • BAP
  • B1A4
  • Teen Top
  • Ukiss
  • Mad Clown
  • Jung Joon Young
  • Astro
  • Day6
  • Super Junior
  • Mamamoo
  • F(x)
  • Twice
  • Taeyeon (snsd)
  • 4Minute/Hyuna
  • 2ne1
  • Davichi
  • AOA
$1 story - G is for guro



I know this is super light. I’m sorry.



Blood, bruises, violence.

Jesus fucking Christ, what the fuck happened to you?!’

Mo Guan Shan sat on the edge of the tub.

He was covered in blood.

‘It’s not all mine.’

‘Yeah, I assumed that because you’re conscious right now.’

He Tian reached around him to start the water.

‘Alright, take your clothes off.’

The red haired boy shook his head.

‘Don’t be weird, I’m trying to help yo

‘I can’t lift my arms.’

He Tian sighed, searching the bathroom counter for scissors and gently cutting the filthy shirt off, careful not to jostle him.

‘Stand up.’

He slowly helped the other boy out of his pants and boxers, very proud of himself for not saying doing anything rude or shitty for several straight minutes.

He helped his friend into the tub, gently wiping away the blood and filth, exposing his pale skin, peppered with blossoming bruises.

He looked like he’d been hit by a fucking truck.

(He Tian would later learn it had been a baseball bat.)

The large welt on his side explained his shallow breathing and immobility.

He’d clearly broken a few ribs.

His lip was split.

His eye was swollen nearly shut.

The cut over his cheekbone might need stitches.

His knees and shins were scraped and bruised.

He Tian gently pulled pieces of gravel from his palms.

His knuckles were so swollen he could barely move his fingers.

He Tian let the filthy water drain, refilling the tub with clean, warm, water.

Mo Guan Shan shivered violently.

Deep breaths.

Be gentle.

Now is not the time.

He would get him cleaned up.


In bed.

Give him some water.

And some pain pills.

And an ice pack.

And then come go home and jerk off like a normal pervert.

He helped Mo Guan Shan out of the tub.

He was trying to stay quiet, not show how much pain he was in.

That was probably for the best.

He Tian dug through his dresser, finding a pair of loose pajama pants.

He bandaged the still bleeding wounds.

Wrapped his ribs tightly.

Helped him into bed.

Did the rest of the things he’d promised he would.

All he could think about was licking the blood from his lips.

Deepening his bruises.

Opening his wounds.

‘Will you stay?’

He Tian blinked at him, in shock.

‘I…don’t want to be alone.’

‘Yeah, of course.’

He settled in next to him on the bed, switching on the tv.

He tried very, very, hard not to look at him.

Not to adjust his painful erection.

‘You’re fucking sick, do you know that?’

Damn it.

‘Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, I’m just going to go to…’

‘You don’t need to.’


‘You can do it here.’

‘You do know why…’

‘The blood? The bruises? Me being in pain?’

He Tian looked away.

‘God, no wonder you like spending time with me.’

His voice was teasing.

‘Ok, I think this might be the painkillers talking.’

‘So what?’

‘So that would be a little creepy.’



They both laughed.

Mo Guan Shan winced and groaned quietly.

Deep breath.

‘You can kiss me.’ The red haired boy whispered, gently pulling the blanket off himself.

He Tian bit his lip, raking his eyes over the pale, damaged body.


‘Everywhere that hurts.’

bubble oopsy
  • me: hiya daddy!!
  • Daddy: hi Princess, what can daddy hep you with today?
  • me: nothing really,I've been playing in bubbles!
  • Daddy: Babygirl, daddy told you to put your cloths in the washer.
  • me: uh huh! I did!
  • Daddy: you put them in and put soap in?
  • me: duh, where do you think all the bubbles I've been playing in came from?
  • Daddy: many bubbles?
  • me: they're in the kitchen now sooo....lots!!
  • Daddy: i love you babygirl but i can't take my eyes off you for 5 minutes, can i?
  • me: nope!! i like your eyes. they're my favorite.
  • Daddy: .....come one cutie, time to clean up Bubble City.
  • me: oh!! i should have made a fort out of all the bubbles!!


Sex on the beach, the drink and the activity - both are pretty damn good now that you’ve had a chance to try them, especially since it was a private beach. Still, you had to be pretty careful, sneaking around. Sand gets everywhere when your clothes come off, sticking to your wet skin. It’s the perfect excuse for taking a shower together later. Misty sea air wraps both of you in a haze of lust and invisibility on this abandoned beach, letting you kiss him deeply as you straddle his lap. His hands are so strong on your waist and his dark smirk extends all the way to his eyes, which spark with danger as he watches you move over him. The roaring of the tide coming in drowns out your moans as you rest your hands on his abdomen, leaning down against his chest while he jerks his hips up into you. 

- Admin J

okay so now that we know floriana lima is fucking ripped i just need an episode where some alien with skin irritating venom gets loose and maggie and alex are investigating it and WHABAM it comes out of nowhere and sprays maggie with the venom and alex is like “OH SHIT OH SHIT YOU NEED TO TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF IMMEDIATELY WHERE IS THE SAFETY SHOWER” and she starts helping maggie take her shirt off and comes in contact with The Muscles™️ and the entire world stops and all alex is thinking about is biceps and whipped cream until maggie pulls her out of it with a sultry “you like what you see, danvers?” and alex blushes and is flustered bc they’re supposed to be acting like friends and friends don’t fantasize about friends doing pullups while the other friend watches

"Clothes off, now"- Jack Gilinsky (SMUT)

Request: 43? Jack Gilinsky. Your work is AMAZING btw. Thank yoouu

#43- “clothes off, now”

a:n// obvi smut, enjoy ;)

Jack and I are at a dinner with our entire friend group. The Omaha squad, some of the magcon squad, and some of the music squad. Everyone was taking turns sharing stories. I’ll admit, I was laughing hard, they were saying funny shit. But, ever since I saw Jack looking all dressed up before we came here, I’ve been super horny. Throughout the dinner, I would put my hand on his thigh. Then it would get closer and closer to his dick. When the check came, and everyone was still talking, I put my hand on his dick.

“What are you doing"he whispered in my ear.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about"I said, before palming his through his pants. I felt him start to erect, and I started palming even harder. All of the sudden he shot up.

"It was great to see you guys, but I totally forgot that I have to drop something off at my neighbors house. See you all later"he said, throwing a couple of 20’s on the table before grabbing my hand and leaving.

We got the car and he stepped on the gas pedal so hard, I jerked back.

"Jack what ar-”

“I don’t want to hear a word from you"he said, his voice low. Anytime his voice was low it meant one thing, sex. And low voice meant rough sex. And I couldn’t wait.

I didn’t say anything, but I did however, unbuckle my seatbelt and turned myself so it would be easier to give him head. I slowly unzipped his pants, before tugging them down along with his boxers to his knees.

It was somewhat erect, so I started pumping it until it was completely hard.

I looked up at Jack, his mouth was slightly apart, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. I smirked as I wiped the precum off with my thumb. I then started licking the tip, my tongue swirling around, before started to fit him into my mouth. Jack was so big I couldn’t fit all of him in my mouth, so anything I couldn’t fit I started jacking him.

I started bobbing my head up and down, and jacks hips bucked up.

"Oh fuck"he said, somewhat moaning. I continued to bob up and down until the car stopped. I removed my mouth from his dick to realize we were home. I hopped out of the car and went to unlock the door. As soon as Jack came in and slammed the door shut, he grabbed my waist and slammed me against the wall, started to roughly kiss me. His tongue fought for dominance and won, taking control of my entire mouth. He started making his way to my neck, biting hard, making sure a hickey would be there.

"You think that was funny?"he asked against my neck. "Making daddy hard in front of all those people?"he slapped my ass hard, making me slightly whimper.

He picked me up and brought me to the bedroom. He sat on the bed and left me standing up in front of him.

"Clothes off, now” he said. I smirked. If he wanted my clothes to come off, I’ll give him a show.

I turned around so my back was facing him and unzipped the back of my dress. I let it fall from my body, and exposing my bare body. I didn’t put anything else under my dress or else you could have been able to see the lines.

I turned back around and his face was practically with disbelief. He stood up and threw me on the bed, taking off his shirt and his pants, leaving him in just his boxers, he started kissing my neck again, down to my collarbone and down to my stomach. He flipped me over, my ass up in the air, and he spanked both ass cheeks twice, making sure it was red.

I didn’t know what he was doing, but then I felt his dick go into me. He slid in and out once, slowly. He slid out again slowly, and all of the sudden he slammed into me, making me jerk forward and cry out.

“Is this what you wanted? Huh? For daddy to fuck your fight pussy?"he growled, going harder and harder into you.

I moaned out, the knot already forming. Jack kept hitting the g-spot over and over again, and it made me moan over and over again.

"Fuck"I said, feeling it coming soon.

He pulled out really quickly to flip me over, and inserted himself once again, pounding into me now.

I threw my head back as he started playing with my clit.
"I’m-I’m so c-close"I stuttered, barely able to get the words out from all the pleasure.

I felt him twitch inside of me, followed my a grunt from him. He went even harder, and I squealed, as I orgasmed. He came shortly after me, and let out a couple more thrusts before slowly pulling out and laying next to me.

"Maybe I should punish you more often"he smirked.

"Maybe"I said, feeling myself drift away.

hope you enjoyed;)


Allen Ginsberg reads his poem America

by Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997)

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can’t stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb.
I don’t feel good don’t bother me.
I won’t write my poem till I’m in my right mind.
When will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Christs?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I’m sick of your insane demands.
When will you re-invent the heart?
When will you manufacture land?
When will your cowboys read Spengler?
When will your dams release the floods of eastern tears?
When will your technicians get drunk and abolish money?
When will you institute religions of perception in your legislature?
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
I don’t want to die young.
I want to die old and unhappy.
I don’t mind dying so long as it’s not sordid.
Now Burroughs is in Tangiers I don’t think he’ll come back it’s sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of playing a practical joke?
I’m trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I’m doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
America I haven’t read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I’m not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get - only two dollars and twenty-seven cents.
I don’t want to work, maybe too good looking for the job.
I can’t study anymore. I’ll never teach for a living.
I sit in my house for days on end without going out.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
The American flag is absolutely meaningless to me still just as it was in the thirties.
I won’t say the Lord’s Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven’t told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia.
I’m addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I’m obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I pass the corner of North West Street and Montgomery Street.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
Time Magazine is always telling me about responsibility.
Businessmen are serious.
Movie producers are serious. Everybody’s serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
Asia is rising against me.
I haven’t got a chinaman’s chance.
I’d better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two sticks of marijuana, millions of genitals, an atom bomb, twothousandfivehundred mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in my flowerpots.
I have very few bordellos and that’s all there is.
I have abolished the whorehouses in France and Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I’m a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his automobiles more so they’re all different sexes.
America I will sell you strophes at $2,500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe as trade in and the rest of your life to pay.
America free Tom Mooney.
America save the Spanish Loyalists.
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die.
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven my mother took me to a Communist Cell meeting they sold us bubkes, a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother Bloor made me cry I once saw Border plain.
Everybody must have been a spy.
America you don’re really want to go to war.
America it’s them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia’s power mad. The Russia wants to eat us alive. She wants to take our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to take our factories.
Her wants to corrupt our college girls.
Her wants to put us all in slave labor camps.
Her wants to emaciate us like skeletons.
Her wants Malenko or Buganin or somebody to be our boss.
Her wants to dictify us.
Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Hah. Him need niggers. Huh. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from reading the newspapers.
America is this correct?
I’d better get right down to the job.
It’s true I don’t want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts factories, I’m nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

Johnny Prompt

Requested // “Is that blood?”

You were home alone sitting on the couch watching some tv when there was a knock on your door. You got up and opened it to see your boyfriend Johnny. He was beaten up pretty bad, either by socs or one of his folks. 

“Is that blood?” you asked pulling him inside by his arm. You shut the door behind the two of you and led him to your room. You took his coat off, threw it on your bedroom floor while he sat down on the bed. You pulled out a first aid kit from the bathroom attached to your room and started to take care of him.

“Who did this?” you asked as you pressed a warm wash cloth to the somewhat dried up blood on his lip. His lips were your favorite physical feature he had, and now they were busted up. All you wanted to do was kiss them. “Dont worry about it..” he said sounding quiet and distressed. “I-” you started to speak but just decided to stop. Johnny obviously didnt want to talk about it. “Are you hungry?” you asked trying to change the subject trying to avoid a fight, he just nodded. You finished with his wounds and headed for the kitchen. You made him some pasta, set the table for him and called him in. “What.. are you not hungry?” he asked, you just shrugged “Nah.’ He sat down as you accompanied him. You two sat in silence, somewhat awkward. “Do you want to stay over.. or” “Do you want me to?” 

“Johnny, you’re always welcome here.” 

“Thanks, I don’t really want to go back home after-” You just touched his hand and gave him a nice kiss, “You dont ever have to back if you dont want.”

A/N: This was like so much longer than I meant it to be sorry!

Anonymous suggested: Shamy are planning their coitus but are negotiating how long it will last, as they have different opinion of what’s called a “quickie”.

“Sheldon, come on,” Amy commanded as she rushed in the door to their apartment and headed toward the back.

“Where are we going?” Sheldon asked as he followed her back to their bedroom.

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Once upon a time I asked for prompts. And I got them. And I answered a bunch of them…and then I ran out of steam and sat on the rest. Sorry for the long wait, @mistykins06, hope you like this!

mistykins06 said: Oh this one just sounds like them: I’m in my underpants in a laundromat waiting for my clothes to get washed and your clothes are in the machine next to mine and i noticed that when you put your clothes in they were all covered in blood what the hell’ au

Meet Cute Uni Style

“Um, excuse me, but…where are your clothes?”

“In the wash, obviously. Got acid on them, had to get them off right away, dashed down here to take care of it, not a mad rapist, your virtue is safe, now do go away and let me…”

Sherlock’s rapid-fire stream of annoyed words died down as he turned to face the young woman who’d asked him the incredibly personal question that was none of her business. It wasn’t so much her person that caught his attention as it was the bundle of clothes she was in the process of stuffing into a washer. The bloody bundle of clothes.

“Medical student?”

The petite brunette who was holding said bloody clothes started a bit, then nodded, finally raising her eyes from the floor to meet his gaze. Not that he normally noticed such things, but they were big brown eyes that seemed to take up half her face. Her cheeks were pink, no doubt due to his current state of mostly-undress, and perfectly complemented her classic English Rose complexion. Her lips could use a touch of lipstick to plump them up a bit, but her upturned nose was very Puckish and appealing and he found himself wondering what her smile looked like.

“Good guess,” she added when he remained silent after his question. “About me being a medical student. I mean, I suppose it could have just been a really heavy period, but…oh, sorry! That’s not really something you want to hear, is it.” She giggled nervously, and he decided her smile had been worth waiting for.

“Why not?” he asked with genuine interest, watching as she began stuffing coins into the slot. The university dorms were way behind on tech; even the public laundrettes used swipe-cards rather than coins these days. He stepped around the row of washers and leaned against the one set back-to-back with hers, deducing that it would be less awkward for them to talk when she wasn’t distracted by trying to avert her eyes every few seconds from his body. Of course, he was used to people covertly studying him even when fully clothed so it didn’t make any difference as far as he was concerned, but John would undoubtedly be proud of him for thinking of her comfort and not just his own for a change.

“Oh, well, you know, it’s a girl thing, right? And most guys just don’t want to know about it, unless it’s ‘thank God I got my period, we’re all right’ or something like that.” She shrugged self-consciously.

“That’s just ridiculous,” Sherlock proclaimed. “It’s perfectly natural, why shouldn’t you talk about it? All this stupid secrecy and unnecessary segregation of the sexes when it comes to bodily functions…I actually had classmates when I was ten who’d never seen female genitalia, even ones with younger sisters, and all because their parents didn’t think it was ‘natural’ for them to know about sexual dimorphism until they were older, when it’s usually much too late. All the disinformation that gets bandied about - utterly ridiculous! And for God’s sake, a woman’s period is something most men have to deal with sooner or later, as fathers or husbands or boyfriends or whatever, so why act like it’s something they’re too fragile to handle?”

“Because they usually are, and because of the reasons you just gave,” the young woman replied, her head bobbing in heated agreement with his diatribe. “It’s ridiculous, you’re right, there’s nothing wrong about it, but women are taught to be ashamed of it and men are taught that it’s ‘women’s stuff’ like some of them won’t ever be doctors. Honestly, I’m surprised more people don’t still believe in the wandering womb with attitudes like that!”

“Sherlock Holmes,” he said as she paused to catch her breath. He held out his hand in introduction.

She took it without hesitation. “Molly Hooper,” she replied with another charming grin. “Pleased to meet you.”

They were deep in a discussion of ancient and medieval medical beliefs, their clothes sloshing merrily away in their respective washers, when the sound of an opening door caught their attention, followed quickly by a loudly exclaimed, “Oh for fuck’s sake, Sherlock! Where are your bloody trousers?”

“In the wash,” he replied without looking.

“Besides, they’re not his ‘bloody clothes’,” Molly chirped up. “They’re mine!”

She and Sherlock both dissolved into giggles while John looked on uncomprehendingly. “Sorry, what?” he asked once the giggles had died down.

“The fair young medical student you see before you managed to get blood on her clothes from a corpse that was still a bit too juicy to be cut into,” Sherlock explained. “And I got acid on mine. And we were getting on perfectly well until you decided to blunder into our conversation.” He turned back to Molly and pulled a comical face. “John here is my dorm-mate and self-appointed social interference-runner. Yes he’s always this clueless but no, it’s not usually about women.”

“You said women weren’t your area!” John sputtered, clearly speaking before thinking since he immediately turned a bright red.

“I said girlfriends weren’t my area,” Sherlock corrected him blandly, before turning to give Molly a smouldering look. “At least, not until now. Meet me for lunch around one, Molly? The dining hall is having something half-way decent today if memory serves.”

She pinkened and nodded. “Looking forward to it.” Her innate politeness apparently prodded her, and she turned to John. “Would you care to join us?”

John smiled and nodded, ignoring Sherlock’s vigorous throat-cutting motions that were meant to convey just how little his friend wanted him to accept the invitation. “Absolutely love to,” he said, then gave a very theatrical start and smacked his forehead. “Oh, sorry, I forgot, meeting one of my professors around then. Maybe another time, I’d love to chat, maybe we have some classes together? I’m in medicine too.”

“Yes, I’m sure she’ll be fascinated to hear all about you,” Sherlock said with a scowl. “Some other time,” he added pointedly. “You should probably get ready for the meeting, shouldn’t you? Or be off finding some other woman to practice your so-called charms on?”

“Now, Sherlock, don’t be rude,” Molly chastised him gently. “You’ll have me all to yourself at lunch…oh, and, er, you will be wearing more clothes then, right?”

He ignored John’s choked-off laughter as he replied cheekily, “Only if you want me to be.” Then he waggled his eyebrows and she giggled and he very generously decided to forgive John for interrupting. Molly’s giggle was one sound he doubted he’d ever get tired of hearing.

As it happened, he was much more appropriately dressed for their lunch-date, and for the study-date the next day.

It wasn’t for another week that Molly got to see him in nothing but his underpants again - and this time, he was very appreciative of the fact that she was wearing very little as well.

And Mycroft had scoffed that caring wasn’t an advantage!

dom!Peter vs dom!Y/N would include

Originally posted by weylawey


  • Peter Parker may be an adorkable goofball 
  • but when he gets jealous his adorableness turns into sexiness and his awkwardness turns into dominance
  • whenever he sees any other person being close to you or checking you out, he gets this burning desire to let you know who you belong to
  • having a tight grip on your arm as he’s taking you to his bedroom
  • but not to tight because he doesn’t want to hurt his angel
  • as soon as the door is closed, he starts ripping your clothes off your gorgeous body
  • leaving hickeys all over your neck and chest
  • biting your lower lip every now and then
  • “tell me, whose making you feel like this?”
  • leaving open mouthed kisses on your tummy
  • “you are mine and mine only, angel”
  • thrusting deep into you as you’re moaning his name
  • “say it doll, say that you’re mine”
  • holding the back of your neck with his hand and firmly kissing you
  • “no one is allowed to see you like this, angel”
  • him making you see stars
  • leaving sloppy kisses on each other as you’re both coming down from your high
  • -2 minutes after-
  • “i didn’t hurt you doll, did i?”
  • “i’m sorry angel if i hurt you, i adore you”
  • “want me to order a pizza for us, your favorite?”


  • this usually happens when you’re on Tumblr and you’re reading a sub!Peter smut
  • making him sit on your bed
  • standing in front of him in nothing but his shirt
  • “take off your clothes Peter, right now!”
  • him hardening from seeing the dominant side of you
  • slowly going near him and sitting on his lap
  • biting his earlobe as you’re whispering what you’re going to do to him
  • tugging on his curly brown hair
  • rolling your hips on his at painfully slow race
  • him trying to caress your inner thigh
  • “tsk-tsk Peter, you’re not touching me until i tell you so”
  • him moaning desperately for your affection
  • “p-please doll, let me touch you, let me make you feel good”
  • licking his lower lip before biting it
  • palming him through his boxers
  • him being a moaning hot mess under your control
  • hearing his voice crack as he’s begging for release
  • leaving open-mouthed kisses on his neck as he comes in his boxers

fluffy-bunny-papyrus  asked:

Archerotale is my favorite UA, thanks to create this amazing art! I love you!!! 💖 Hope you have a nice day so far.~

Thanks for your words! And I am glad you like the story!

He is now supposed to wear the top all the time as he doesn’t have other new clothes to wear lmao, but he prefer to gear up his armor in the same time because he is a silly goof AN ARMOR IS THE PROOF OF A TRUE WARRIOR! He only takes it off for the washing, and well, sleeping (which is half-forced by Sans), and maybe funny stuffs happened…? It is up to you. 😏

Ahhh don’t panic people! Of course I remember his scarf: it is probably being placed somewhere else for drying up, just like his armor.
His scarf can be another subject for a main-plot comic coming up though…

PS: From now on all the asks posts related to the story of Archerotale will be added into the Archerotale Masterpost!

Doesn’t add up PART 2.0

Hi guys! On this whole bump curiosity journey I’m sure y’all have read this post by @seraphyde666​ already. Thank you for all the efforts! As I know that photo re-touching isn’t something everyone can understands easily, here by posting my analysis in 1 picture ONLY that doesn’t require your knowledge in Photoshop, you don’t even have to enlarge the original photo.

Now everybody take your clothes off, stand your ass up! Go in front of your television, stand to its left. Twist and face your body to the screen like she does, keep your eyes on the reflection. The shoulder and lower body are KEYS. Your head doesn’t matter, treat it as a single part. Let’s start!

1) Turn your shoulder to your left, make it 90-degree parallel to the screen. Does your belly button moves? Not quite.

2) Now turn you lower body to the left like the above step. Does your belly button moves? I bet it does.

3) Lastly turn your shoulder ONLY back to the first angle. I bet your belly button stays still.

So why is that her belly button placed on the edge (red dot) when her body is slightly facing the camera? Shouldn’t it at least somewhere on the axis? I don’t think I need to explain anymore.

Voicing an unpopular opinion about the new promo.

Okay ya’ll Sheldon was hot and what not but… I can totally see why Amy resisted!
Don’t get me wrong had it been me… My panties would have hit the floor so fast you would be able to hear the splash. If not when he first proffered then certainly at that seductive brandy voice.
However in Amy’s POV that first offer not SEXY! Amy has built this second time up in her mind ya’ll! She wants the whole shebang, the foreplay, the seduction, the full glory of his genitals.
What he offered was to dim the lights (a little) and take of their underpants (a little). That suggests to me a quick in and out for the sole purpose of insemination. A chin pressed into your shoulder done before you come quickie. Which might be fine if your doing it on the regular but for a second time ever… I think not..
Now if he had said I want to rip all your clothes off and bang you into next week… Then she might have had a different answer.
I mean she just got him to herself. Now she has to share him with a baby? Babies take up a lot of time ya’ll! Amy deserves at least two years of Sheldon all to herself before a baby comes into the picture.
Jus my two cents. 😜