off the shoulder knit


Very smutty Shawn blurb with elements of Sub!Shawn

Requested by anon for a Fuck Buddy blurb. 

Em didn’t know if she’d been invited out of kindness—he was certainly the type—or out of a genuine desire for her to show up. If it was just a polite invite she was risking terribly embarrassing herself. If it was genuine then she was risking reading into it too much. Either way, it was a bad idea to go but she was already in the building, rolling her eyes at herself in the elevator.

Shawn had moved into his own place recently and was only in town very briefly but he wanted to throw a house-warming party as an excuse to see his friends more than to show off his new place that he hadn’t even fully furnished yet. When Em had received the invite via a mass e-mail she’d wondered if maybe he’d sent it to her as a mistake and had’t realized. Nevertheless, she couldn’t get herself to not take an opportunity to see him. It’d been too long.

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Goldilocks || 01

Rated T (language and suggestive themes)

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 1.2k

Link to: Goldilocks Masterlist | Next Part 

not my photograph, credit to owner


“Yah!” Jimin roars, glaring up at the remote on top of the bookshelf. “Taehyung, get your sorry ass over here NOW.”

“He left twenty minutes ago for snacks,” you inform him from the couch, staring at the blank television screen like it’s the ever so dramatically referenced void, the mid-winter cold that’s permeated through the apartment not allowing you to do much else.

“____, this isn’t fair,” Jimin grunts, jumping in a futile attempt to reach it. “Why does he always do this?”

With a heavy sigh, you lament with a laugh, “Because he knows we can’t reach it.”

“Well what if you get on my shoulders?”

“Jiminie, that would require actual effort,” you tease, sinking into the comforting embrace of the cushions. “We should just wait until he gets home.”

Your friend gives a frustrated grunt, looking around the room like a man on a mission, “I’m not gonna give him the satisfaction…”

“Suit yourself,” you watch with mild curiosity and too much amusement as Jimin loudly drags a chair over from the kitchen, its legs scraping on the wood flooring, sounding like an animal with indigestion.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Jimin pouts, climbing and wobbling up to his full height. Even then, he can barely reach the remote. “I’m gonna poison his tea or- or choke him while he’s sleeping.”

“Kinky,” you drop one eyelid in a wink, causing Jimin to flush.

“Not like that,” he hurls the remote in your direction, clearly aiming for the couch.

You don’t even make the effort to flinch, laughing again, “Sure.”

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Thiam Week Day 6: Clothes Sharing

Scott jogged up the steps to the Greyer household and knocked on the door. He was going to take Liam and Theo out to the woods with the rest of the pack since it was the first full moon where they were all together since the older members left for college. The Alpha was looking forward to spending time with his pack members and reestablishing their bonds. He missed being able to run with them so freely.

The door opened and Liam appeared, bleary-eyed and reeking of sex and sleep. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Scott. A smile broke out on his face and he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around his Alpha in a tight hug. “Scott, you’re here!”

Scott laughed and hugged Liam back, trying not to breathe in his scent too much. The sex part of his was stale and faded, meaning it had probably happened the night before or early that morning, hence the smell of sleep. Still, Scott didn’t like thinking of his beta going at it with someone who used to be their enemy. “Good to see you, too, Liam. I missed you guys.”

“We missed you too.” Liam pulled away, still beaming, and it was then that Scott noticed what he was wearing.

“Isn’t that Theo’s sweater?”

Sure enough, the dark blue knitted sweater hung awkwardly off one of Liam’s shoulders and the sleeves came down to his fingertips. Liam blushed and tugged at hem of the sweater self-consciously. “Maybe,” he said slowly, and Scott couldn’t help but chuckle. “It was the first thing I grabbed, okay!” Liam defended himself, blush deepening.

“Babe, who’s at the door?”

Both Liam and Scott turned to see Theo coming down the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and smoothing his hair down. He paused when he saw Scott, and nervousness flashed in his eyes. “Scott, hey. Liam didn’t say you were coming for a visit.”

“I decided to surprise everyone,” Scott said with an easy smile. Theo didn’t look anything like the villain he once knew, not like this. He was wearing a pair of black pajama pants with little jack-o-lanterns printed on them, and one of Liam’s larger lacrosse hoodies. His eyes were still lidded with sleep, and he looked almost vulnerable like this. It was hard to imagine that this was the same man who tried to kill them all just over a year ago.

“Are we going running tonight?” Liam asked, practically bouncing in excitement.

Scott chuckled and scruffed Liam’s hair. “Absolutely! I thought you guys would want to hang out a little before that, though.”

“Sure!” Liam chirped, grinning widely. “We have to go get ready first, though. Do you mind waiting?”

“Not at all,” Scott said, and Liam let him into the house.

“Okay, we’ll be back in a second.” Liam grabbed Theo’s hand and hauled the chimera back up the stairs, with Scott laughing in amusement after them.

He may not trust Theo with their lives, but he did trust him with Liam’s heart. And for now, that was enough.


A/N: I loved writing this oh my gosh. Fluff and sleepy boys are two of my favorite things in the whole world. Whoever came up with this prompt, thank you so much. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Thanks so much for reading and as always, feel free to let me know what you think!

-Mod Kai

Party Like A Stark

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Originally posted by milady-jane

Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Part (2/6)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

Summary: Today is your 19th birthday, and you also happen to be Tony Stark’s loved daughter.  What’s a better way to celebrate this special day than a party?!  All the Avengers and family friends will be there, even your secret crush Spider-Man.  You’ve always wanted to meet the famous spiderling, but little did you know you already know him.  Your party will definitely be one to remember.

Warnings: still lots of fluff!!


AN: Guys I’m literal trash ahahah this fic is going to be a bit longer than expected because there’s just so many things that pop in my head !! I mean I love writing this story so much, that’s why it’s so long!  I hope you guys don’t mind having to wait longer for the smut!!  I don’t know i think it’s worth it because peter is just so precious and I love the reader’s relationship with everyone! well anyway, enjoy!!

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ghost-town-richie  asked:

stenbrough hc: sharing clothes


-so height-wise i think they’re a very tall couple in general

-stan is around 5′11 and bill is 6′2, so it’s pretty easy for them to share clothing

-stan lowkey dresses like a thot and he’s been doing it for so long that people aren’t surprised by it any more

-bill, however, dresses like your typical white boy, lots of boring flannel and shit 

-so when it’s bill’s laundry day and he shows up late to dinner with the losers wearing stan’s crazy tight jeans, everyone collectively chokes on their food, especially stan

-after seeing his boyfriend’s reaction to the clothing swap, bill starts borrowing stan’s clothing more often

-he struts around their shared apartment every now and then in shorts that are already tiny on stan, so they barely hide anything on bill

-bill only breaks out the crop tops on special occasions like stan’s birthday, but when he does you’d better believe they almost miss the party

-stan, on the other hand, loves to borrow bill’s oversized and cozy clothing

-though stan isn’t that much shorter than bill, he’s a lot thinner and bill’s cable knit sweaters hang off of his shoulders and show off his collarbones 

-don’t even get bill started on how good stan looks making breakfast shirtless with bill’s sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips, just barely staying on

-these boys just love to almost kill each other as much as possible i mean wow

Originally posted by luvscheol

+++ it got really cold all of a sudden here, so here’s a slightly dirty sweater weather drabble with coups +++

+++ scoups imagine - smut +++

your knit sweater slips off your left shoulder as you started rubbing yourself back and forth against seungcheol’s bulge. he has his arms wrapped around your waist tightly as he looks up at your scrunched up face with a soft smile.

“you want to move to the bed?” he asks as he pecks you gently on both corners of your mouth.

“no… we have to finish up the movie,” you softly moan as you now feel him rock hard under you, “let’s make it quick today.” you giggle into his kisses as he hums in agreement.

thank god you’re not wearing pants today because it only makes the job easier for him. your over-sized sweater is ridiculous because it nearly falls down to your knees, but you look so, so cute to him with your stupid sweater paws. you stand on your knees and put your hands down on the back of the sofa behind him as he unbuckles his belt and jeans. he pushes his pants and briefs down to below his knees and taps your thighs lightly for you to sit back down.

you lean forward to kiss him deeply as you wrap both arms around his neck, smothering him with the smell of your lotion and the smell of you. he reaches down to sweep your panties to the side and is delighted to feel your already wet center. 

“think you can take me in?” he breathes slow and deep breathes, eager for you to take him in already. “want me to use my fingers first?”

he’s always so thoughtful. 

“no,” you grab his length and swipe his tip back and forth against your wet center, “i want you in me now.”

“tsk, so impatient my love,” he murmurs softly in your ear as he grabs you by your sides and roughly forces you down to take him in completely. you let out a choked moan and feel the sudden stretch rip through you, but once you feel yourself lubricated enough to move, you start grinding up and down on his lap. 

seungcheol is leaning back against the sofa with his fingers edging the ends your sweater higher up your thighs and watches the sweater fall lower down your shoulder. your curled waves bouncing slightly as you move and he loves seeing your exposed shoulder and collarbones. your skin so soft and clear to his touch. 

you’re looking down at him with half-lidded eyes as you rotate your hips around a few times to see his reaction. he bites his lips to hold in a deep grunt and he holds your waist to steady you. 

“kiss me?” he asks.

you grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head back as you continue to ride him, trailing soft kisses from his adam’s apple up to his jawline until you reach his lips. seungcheol moans into your open mouth when you immediately put your tongue in. the sex is quiet for a few moments as you continue to kiss each other except for the schlik, schlik sounds of sex.

you tasted wonderful to him with a slight hint of the hot chocolate the two of you shared earlier. he wanted to drink you up and he told you so.

you giggled at his request and slowly gathered your spit. you open your mouth into a wide grin and stick your tongue out. a thick string of saliva drips down from the tip of your tongue and seungcheol happily opens his mouth for you. it falls into his mouth and he swallows it in one greedy gulp.

“i want to taste more of you.”

TITLE OF STORY: Exceptions to the Rules
AUTHOR: teacuphiddlesfics & cheers-mrhiddleston
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Twin AU - Jag!Tom & Exec!Tom
GENRE: Angst/Drama
FIC SUMMARY: A year after the events of What’s Yours is Mine, identical twins Thomas and William Hiddleston have fully acclimated to each other’s lives, including sharing a bit of happiness in the shape of a woman: their employee, Amanda Tremaine. But when Amanda begins to run out of hope that Thomas could ever be fully invested in a relationship with her, she turns elsewhere, leaving Thomas with feelings that he cannot fully describe. Her new relationship brings out unforeseen circumstances that the twins can’t ignore, leading all three of them down a path that will test each of them in their own way.
WARNINGS: Language, suggestive content.
AUTHOR NOTE: This is a collaboration between myself and @teacuphiddlesfics and the sequel to What’s Yours is Mine. We’ll be alternating writing the chapters again, so make sure you’re following Christine if you aren’t already and stay up to date with the entire twins universe here.

Amanda was out of red wine, a fact she had discovered when, after waking from some sort of late-evening nap, her bottle of trusty merlot had refused to yield anymore to her empty glass.

It was cold, so cold even under her heavy cardigan and quilt on her sofa. She should have just gone back to bed, maybe slipped in one more episode on Netflix, just to keep from being awake and thinking for longer than she wanted.

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  • House Stark: slouching beanies, thick silver rings, sugary coffee dolloped in cream, cobblestone paths, snowflakes stuck in one's hair, cinnamon wafting through the air, plush blankets, heavy iron doors
  • House Lannister: curly hair, gilded hallways, knit sweaters hanging off of shoulders, chess pieces, citrus candles, golden mirrors, feather pillows, sharp fountain pens bleeding ink, stone lions
  • House Tully: skipping stones in river beds, delicate collarbones, strawberry tarts, knee high socks, tiled floors, thin metal chains, pin straight hair, wavy hair falling down backs, chrome crowns
  • House Tyrell: rosewater, sunlight pouring through windows, flower crowns, boned dresses, gladiator sandals, golden thorns, silky sheets, pink lipstick, pristine paperbacks, tall stemmed wine glasses
  • House Targaryen: burning fireplaces, moonlight, bells ringing through the air, braided hair, combat boots, knit blankets, sweetened tea, vanilla, fingerless gloves, gothic buttresses, silver cuffs
  • House Martell: sandy beaches, henna tracing one's veins, the aroma of spiced sweets, messy buns, blood orange, golden snakes, leather jackets, spires, geometric archways, winged eyeliner, bronze
  • House Baratheon: stag horns, obsidian, masquerade balls, sleek couches, tart fruits, starry skies, modern art, daggers on display, signet rings, ponytails, leggings and thin t-shirts, humid evenings
  • House Greyjoy: ropes, sea salt, weathered wood, windy nights, seafood stews, carved marble statues, waterlogged fabric dragging one down, fur tapestries, model ships, hoop earrings, tote bags
Boba (Or Nah?)

Originally posted by visual-17

Pairing: Mingyu/Reader

Genre: a whole butt load of Fluff

Word count: 2K

Summary: Mingyu thinks he’s sly. You think Mingyu hates you. Mingyu is not sly. 

Author’s Note: TBH this idea was conjured because my sister and I think the guy at the Boba place I always go to hates me. OR DOES HE. No but forreal, we started referring to him as “Kid #2 that hates me.” since there’s already “Jason, the kid that hates me” at school lmao. Anyways, Enjoyyyy, this is just super dorky and cute and I love it lmao Mingyu is a cutie

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Hit Me Up|| Derek Luh Imagine


when I was younger I was put into modeling. my parents saw something in me and thought it would set me up for having a good life. well by the time I was 16 my parents decided we would move out to LA. probably the best thing that had happened to me. I worked with so many known names. sometimes I was an extra in music videos and did quite a few commercials. 


I stood in front of the mirror and took a photo. my hair was all wavy from being in the water at the beach. my bikini showed the few curves that defined the swim suit style, my knitted swim suit cover hung off one shoulder and gathered at the bottom of my left wrist. I posted the photo and within minutes I had responses from many. likes were all that filled my notifications on my phone. I scrolled through the comments. most of them were the same saying how they wish they had what I had, but everyone is different and beautiful in their own way they should be happy with who they are. but one comment caught my attention. 

‘@derek_luh: one as gorgeous as you shouldn’t being standing alone in a mirror selfie <3‘ 

I clicked on his profile and looked at his photos. goddamn. how could one be so good looking. I bit my lip. I looked through his profile and found out he is a rapper. I decided to click on a link he gave out and one of his songs played. I was instantly hooked. his music was so different, but I liked different. I decided to take a video and post it to my Instagram story to me rocking out to one of songs. it didn’t take long for him to notice it. ‘bzzzz’ I looked and had a new notification on twitter.

‘@derekluh: @y/n who knew someone as gorgeous as you was a fan of my music?’

I decided to indirectly reply. my manager wasn’t to keen on me dating. I’m ahead in my life and she doesn’t want me to mess this up because of some boy or scandels with boys. 

‘@y/n: dancing in the mirror and singing you in the shower’ 

-@derekluh liked your tweet- 

part of me started sweating. he caught on quick. I decide to turn on his tweet notfications. 

bzzz new tweet from Derek Luh.

‘@derekluh: let me join’

well shit. I bit my lip and liked his tweet. 


about two days later I got invited to a party. my manager was good with letting me have a little fun as ling as it wasn’t all the time, and ive been working myself straight for the past month. my parents were cool with it too because they were proud, plus they were constantly traveling for their jobs so its not like it really mattered either way. I decided to wear a black mini dress. nothing to revealing but definitely let your mind wander.

I got to the party and hung out with some of my close friends. we all decided to go and dance on the dance floor. 

“Tonight we have a special guest” the Dj says. I turn to look and I see him.

“DEREK MOTHER FUCKING LUH” the Dj says loudly. there he was in person. he was so good looking in person.

“Some of yall look so goddamn elegant!” he says. then the beat starts. I knew the song immediately. it was his song Elegant. he went in hard. me and my friends were swaying our hips and moving to the music. I of course screamed the lyrics I remembered. I happened to look up for a second and his eyes caught mine. I bit my lip. he finished preforming and me and my friends went to go get some drinks. 

“hes so good” my friend Tara says.

“Ya and fucking good looking as hell” Elena says. I nod in agreence. 

“ive noticed that he likes your tweets and Instagram photos though” Tara says. I feel my cheeks turn a shade of crimson. 

“hello ladies” I heard a male voice say. I turn my head and there he stood. 

“hi” I shyly say. 

“were gonna leave you two alone” Elena says. I kinda didn’t want them to leave but at the same time I did. Derek points to the balcony.

“wanna get out of the loud?” he asks. I nod. he grabs my hand and pushes through the crowd with me right behind him holding his hand. we got outside and the sun was starting to set. 

“I cant help but notice how gorgeous you look” he says. I feel myself blush. 

“well you don’t look bad yourself” I say shyly.

“you don’t strike me as someone that could be shy, specially on your Instagram” he laughs. I smack is arm playfully knowing all to well he means my bikini photos. 

“well I am” I say. he sits down on one of the lounge chairs. he grabs my hand and pulls me down onto his lap. his hand was on my thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles. I moved my hair behind my ear shyly. his hand moves up to my face and pulls it down and his lips land on mine. I kiss him back of course. 

“go on a date with me” he says pulling our lips apart. I bite my lip.

“okay” I say. he smiles and brings me back in for another kiss. 


A few hours later Derek brought me back inside to the party and we danced and joked around. 


Hope you liked it. I looked at the request and it seemed like my life currently. how D always liking my shit. expect I’m older and not a model lol 

modern!queenie’s concept of “dressing warmer for bed” in the winter consists of two steps: 

step one: get a warmer blanket for the bed
step two: still won’t wear pants. BUT! will put on thigh high socks.