oh man i had fun with these

The battle that won my heart. Thank you Team Chrom and Team Ephraim for that amazing Round 2!!

Oh my god. Like oh my god.

In my class we had to draw a modern political cartoons and write a paper about the cartoon. And it could be about whatever it was just a fun holiday-weekend HW assignment. Anyways this person in class drew a cartoon of a giant foot stomping on a white man to represent how POC are actually the true racists and oppressing the white man. So she drew like this huge foot with words “Native American, Black, Latino, Middle Eastern, Pacific Islander, etc.” in it and it’s stomping on a small defenseless white man. 

@eggzumii told me that I was the only one selling something Undertale back in Komikon but I’m surprised this sell really well. Some people got excited to see it and some being like “oh man, I love this game”. The kids tho, THE KIDS. One kid wanted one “But mooom it’s Undertale!” and the other pointing at Undyne and Alphys and went all “Aaaw!”. Bless these pure kiddos <3

I had lots of fun! Hoping to spread positive vibe for this wonderful game!

Prompto laughing
Final Fantasy XV
Prompto laughing

Prompto: *laughs* such a cute laugh  (ᗒᗨᗕ)

Noctis: What’re you laughing at? I coulda died!  (; O`дO´)

Prompto: But we got the perfect shot! Oh, and had ourselves some crazy fun. Oh man, you should’ve seen your face! Oh wish I’ve snapped that too.  ( ´ ▽ ` )

Noctis: Gahh. Prompto… nahhhh…  (  ̄Д ̄)

whatever you do, don’t think about the possibility that lup, in the umbrastaff, went into the white space with taako in the eleventh hour and saw everything he saw.

don’t think about her watching as the chalice rewinds through his past and seeing nothing but static where she should be. all those memories of growing up together, life on the road, hopping from caravan to caravan, watching each other’s backs, teaching each other spells - all those memories that she treasures, memories that sustained her over ten lonely years in wave echo cave, memories that kept her sane and grounded and herself because they were so important to her…. all of them, just gone. staticked over like it’s nothing.

and she knows by know that taako’s forgotten her. she knows lucretia must have pulled some bullshit with fisher and the mission logs and that’s why no one remembers, she knows all that and understands it’s not their fault, not his fault for forgetting her - but that doesn’t stop it from hurting. it doesn’t take the sting out of seeing the most important person in her life unable to even acknowledge her existence. 

and then she gets to watch the years he spent alone - actually, properly alone for the first time in his life, and how terribly he took it, to the point where he latched on to the first person who would have him despite the fact that their working relationship was unhealthy and unbalanced right from the start. she watches his pride and vanity get the better of him without her there to help keep it in check, she watches sazed’s hero worship turn to jealousy turn to resentment turn to murderous intent and she’s fucking terrified at how close he came to actually taking out his intended target. taako could have died in glamour springs with the others - died for good, with no lich powers or starblaster to bring him back - and she never would have known. out of everything she sees in the white space, that scares her the most of all. 

and then after all that, just to put the cherry on top of this sundae of misery, the chalice decides to give thb one parting “fuck you” and shows them phandalin burning in glorious hi-def slow mo cuz it’s a vindictive little shit of a relic. meaning that, not only does lup - the same gal who values the fuck out of sentient life to the point where she was willing to fight her crewmates in order to protect a bunch of robots - get to watch the relic she created burn up thousands and thousands of innocent civilians…. oh no, that’s not enough. she also gets to see her creation kill one barold j bluejeans, the love of her fucking life. so that’s fun too. 

(which is not even to mention thb encountering barry outside of refuge and his helpless little “they don’t trust me, lup” and she’s RIGHT FUCKING THERE but can’t do anything to make him feel better and just guhhh. cut our poor girl some fucking slack, griffin, she’s had a shitty enough day as it is)

i just, i dunno man. the more i think about the end of that arc in the context of what we know now, the more upsetting it is. lup deserves a fucking break after all she went through in eleventh hour. and her body back. and $15. with 110 years worth of interest for her troubles.


#eve baird the daughter charlene never had

Don’t Call Me That.

Lemme know what you think!


(Not my GIF)

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

When he first hears you say it, it’s faint and he’s not sure if you actually said it or if his mind is playing games. All he hears his your voice,a mere whisper even calling the name “Alex” in your sleep. He can also here you whimpering and a change in your breathing pattern which he recognises as how are when you’re about to cum and he knows he doesn’t like it when you’re having wet dreams about another man, he hates it really.

So when morning comes along with it comes having to face reality and for you to deal with a very distant and angry Harry. When you confront him to talk about it,he promises it’snot big deal and that he’s just having an off day but having been with him for so long, you know he’s lying. You’ve finally had enough after dinner and you corner him when he’s the most vulnerable and his guard was let down : the shower.

“Harry you have to tell me what is wrong or else there’s nothing I can do to help you.”

“Who is Alex, love?” The nickname which was once used as a way to express his love for you and how it was not measurable is not used in a spiteful tone filled with hatred.

At first you're​ shocked and then you stop for a second and think which brings back the faint memories of a dream that you had the previous night. A dream starring your boyfriend as his character in his film, an arrogant look on his face as he nailed you against a wall and kissed you with all his might. At this you start laughing finally realising why Harry has been so bitter all day, he gets angry when he hears laughter bubble from your lips. it pisses him off about how you find the thought of you cheating on him with a man named Alex funny.

“What’s so funny? Is this relationship funny to you?”

“Oh harry, my sweet innocent baby boy, do you remember what happened when I came to visit you on set during the film?”

“You had fun. You spoke to Fionn, Barry, Aneurin, Tom and Jack and you told me how proud you were. What does this have to do with an Alex?”

You laugh at your daft and apparently clueless boyfriend. “ All that aside, what happened in the bedroom? After you came back from set?”

“Well the condoms I bought for your week long visit got over in two days. You loved my uniform, didn’t you?”A smile slowly grew on his face as he understood where this was going. Well two could play this game, he concluded as a sly smirk formed on his berry pink lips.

“And why was that?” You gasped as you felt his hand slide against your core,already slick and wet at the thought of him fucking you.

His left hand begins to gather your hair against one shoulder, his mouth planting spongy kisses against your neck as his right hand just lingered over where you needed him the most. Two of his fingers slowly entered your hole while his thumb rubbed circles against your clit without any rhythm. 

“So wet for me, aren’t you? Who did this to you baby?” his voice rough and husky as it was laced with desire, you failed to notice his accent was also a little thicker.

“You, Harry. You did this. Oh god, please don’t stop.” One of your hands went down to hold his that was still steadily pumping his fingers into you while his thumb continued it’s motion against your sensitive nub. He suddenly stopped, his fingers pulling out of you as his other hand released your hair from it’s gasp. 

“What did you call me? That’s not my name, is it baby girl?”He bought him fingers up to his mouth, his tongue peaking out and licking all the wetness that was coated on them as his jade irises stared point blank into your eyes, a lustful look in them.

“Daddy please.”

“Well, I would. But that’s not my name either.” His arms were crossed in front of him as he looked at you, finally having you in the place where he wanted you, All pliant and willing to do anything for him.

“Well I’m running out of answers and I need you Harry please.” You stomped your foot frustrated, tears pooling in your eyes as you were desperate for him. Desperate for his cock to be in you, to reach that sweet spot that made you see stars and feel like your were in heaven.

He stepped forward, cornering you completely  into the wet shower wall. Your back hit the cold tiles as you looked at him all doe eyed and desperate, his favourite look on you if he’s being honest.

“Well darling, you can call me Alex.


So that’s little thought I had this morning. I hope you all liked it, I can do part two of her actually calling him “Alex” in bed if y’all are up for it. @trulymadlysydney @oh-styles , you can’t beat me at my own game. Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?

Love you all so much, xx.

Aliens find out about Human Body Modification

I’ve seen a lot of these about how humans will cause serious harm to themselves, even cutting off pieces of themselves if trapped.
But, what about the first time a naive alien race encounters all the on purpose stuff humans do to their bodies for no logical reason other that “i like it”

Aliens know about injecting pigments into human skin for aesthetics, and that was weird. What rational species would willingly do that to themselves? But, they got through that and everything was fine.
But one day, this really really strange specimen of an human came on board.
This on had horns under it’s skin on it’s head, and it’s earlobes we’re punctured and discs the were in the holes… and these aren’t biological replacements, these discs were large and made of fibrous matter later identified as “exotic wood”
But the horns… the aliens are dumbfounded.
Some alien species grow horns, of course, but no one had ever seen a human with such appendages.
And they were tiny, so small as to have not even broken through the skin yet for the bone material to show.
Was this human only just beginning it’s maturation cycle?
What about the other humans without horns? Will they grow horns?
Are the horns part of a reproductive cycle, and would they be subject to the same will to have sex organs covered as most other human have?

Finally, an alien who had spent like enough time with humans to have learned the idea of ‘asking a hard question’ greets this new human and inquires about these horns.

The response?

“Oh yeah, man… my implants… I had them installed a year ago”

*incredulously* “installed?”

“Yeah, they’re just silicone. Not real horns, I just wanted to look like I have horns, so I found a guy that cut my head open and put them in”

*agahst* “you had another human cut into your head and insert a foreign object into it simply because you wanted to look different?”

“Yep, pretty much”
“Just wait until I tell you about that time I was pierced by large hooks in my back and hung on then to swing around and have fun. That’s a great story, wanna see the scars”

Three surrounding aliens faint, and one runs back to the captain screaming in terror that they had found the Alpha-Reckless Human….

[Missed it by three, but whatcha gonna do? Anywho time for announcements. I will be opening the box this week and closing it next week to the fact that next Saturday I will not be able to monitor the box because I’m going to a convention. Also I probably won’t be doing ask many replies within the next week because I have a cosplay to finish by next weekend, so yeah. That’s it for now, thank you for 420! ]


decided to draw some of my faves over the years. apparently my thing is guys who think they’re cool but are actually huge losers…. and then there’s oot link who’s just too good for this world.

check out the pic captions for names & series 8′)

lamebloglamerblogger  asked:

I got into a music/ed program at a good university next year. But I've only gotten into music and choir in the past 3 years. I'm worried that I'm gonna be so far behind everyone else and that I'll be made fun of. How did you overcome anxiety and start embracing your art and your music and follow your passions?

Oh man… for me, I was lucky enough to have a really cool teacher in middle school who inspired and encouraged so many young kids to pursue singing! Then, in high school, I was encouraged by friends to try out theatre! That was my experience but I started late in high school too! Even though I was late, I still had lots of opportunities to improve! I would just say, if it’s something you have an interest in, you’ve got nothing to lose by giving it all you got. It’s certainly nerve-wracking, but I can say from my own experience that I don’t regret going after it! You got this

Desperate Times (Joker x Reader)

Okay. I’m so sorry guys, I know it’s been about 80000 years since I’ve posted but I’ve just had really bad writers block and I’ve been really busy with work and school and whatnot but here it is. 

This was a request from an anon: “Could you please make an imagine where the reader is given to Mistah J because they were in debt to him. He immediately because super obsessed with her, but the reader is very scared of him <3 <3″ 

This is like decently close to the request just i couldn’t figure out what to write. I’m sorry!!!!! 


“Please, no Mr. Joker, I’ll give you anything. You can have anything.” You saw the man beg for his life, for another chance. It disgusted you to see him like this. To see the man you once knew as your father beg for drugs. You shook your head in disgust and turned away. You had no idea why but he insisted you be there with him, maybe it’s ‘cause he knew it could very well be one of his last days, if not his last.

“Anything?” The green haired man purred as he circled your father. Your father nodded and looked you in the eyes as if he were apologizing. Confusion clouded your mind as to why he would be apologizing. Maybe it was for being a shitty father, or for making you witness this horrid interaction.

“You can have my daughter,” he stated simply. You eyes snapped open and your back straightened.

“Excuse me? No you can’t have me and what the fuck dad?” You said in disbelief.

“Oh she’s feisty, I like her. You’ve got yourself a deal there Mr. You can keep your life, and your drugs, in exchange for this lovely creature,” he said as his looked you up and down, drinking in every detail of your body.

“No. Dad what the hell is wrong with you? You’re not actually serious are you?” Your voice dropped as the look in his eyes confirmed that he was in fact serious about selling you to the Joker.

“I’m sorry Y/N. There’s nothing else I can do,” he muttered, embarrassed that he had gotten to this point. Your heart broke as you watched the man you once looked up to pick drugs over his own daughter.

“Oh we are going to have so much fun together little miss Y/N,” the Joker snarled in your ear. You flinched as his hands came down on your shoulders.

“Dad… How could you?” He looked down in shame and walked out of the room without a word. Tears were streaming steadily down your face as you stared at the door he had just left through.

“Hm. Dads, am I right?” The Joker broke the silence in the room. “Hi doll face, I’m the Joker, the man that your father is seriously indebted to, and you belong to me now! You can call me Mr. J,” he said, extending a hand towards you as if to shake hands. You glanced down at his hand and ignored the offer. “Oh sweetheart now that’s just rude. That won’t fly doll. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Gonna have to teach you a lesson then. Take a seat,” he said as he pulled you down to sit next to him. His face got serious and you knew you were in trouble. “You belong to me now. That means you do what I want, when I want, and where I want. If you disobey me sweetcheeks, you get punished. Are we clear doll face?” He gripped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. You nodded and he released your face. “What’s your name sweets?”

“Y/N,” you said simply. He stared at you with a bored look as if he was expecting you to say more. You stared back in defiance and he let out a long displeased groan.

“Not a talker are we? I can change that y’know,” he said with a maniacal smile as he pulled his shiny gun out of the holster under his jacket. He lifted the gun and caressed your soft cheeks with the cool, hard metal. You stared him dead in his crazy eyes as he tried to scare you with the powerful weapon in his hands. His face fell as he realized you weren’t scared and you wouldn’t open up to him. “Now tell me doll, am I gonna have to find some other ways of getting you to open that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Fine. What do you want to know. You get three questions, choose wisely,” you said, boredom dripping in your words. Your father had dragged you in to a world of guns and violence, this was not the first time you had been threatened at gun point and you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last.

The Joker raised his non-existent eyebrow and stared you down. He was vastly impressed by your cool composure and lack of fear. Most in your shoes would be trembling, begging for their dear lives but you, you just sat there, bored with his games and his old intimidation tactics.

“And who do you think you are making demands?” He sneered angrily.

“I’m just trying to get this show on the road. Question one, two more to go. Like I said Mr. J, choose wisely.”

“I like your spunk sweetcheeks. Alright, why aren’t you scared? Most people would be terrified out of their minds, why not you?” He inquired.

“You’re not the first basket case my father has pissed off. I’ve been tied down, beat, interrogated, the works. I’m used to it now. My father owes a lot of people a lot of money but what they always fail to realize is that I mean little to nothing to him. I must admit, I’m a little impressed. You’re different than the others. He’s offered me up before y’know? No one’s ever agreed but you, you fell for it,” you explained. He stared at you with a confused look spread across is tattooed porcelain skin. “Stop staring,” you said.

He stared at you open mouthed and went to wrap his hand around your neck only to retract quickly. “You doll, are special, that’s for sure. I can’t wait for all the fun we’re going to have. Last question, do you like the left or the right side of the bed?” He threw his head back as he howled with laughter, his infamous laugh ringing through your ears and the small room you two were seated in.

You rolled your eyes and mentally groaned at the stupidity of this man. “Right,” you said as you got up from the small couch. “Can we go now? I would really like to get out of here and take a shower. I’m assuming there’ll be towels and whatnot ready for me? Clothes maybe?” He shook his head at you and wrapped his hand in your hair and yanked back.

“Now listen here Y/N, just because you’re not scared of me doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be. I’m sure you’ve heard of some of the things I’ve done and trust me honey, I can do worse,” he spoke in a deep, threatening voice. You felt the tip of his gun press against the center of your back. You had to admit that you were a little scared. The other men you dealt with were nothing like him. He was deadly, ruthless, and he could crack at any moment. “Now that we have the all cleared up let’s get this show on the road shall we?” His mood switched instantly.

A while later you pulled up to a lavish place. You were unsure of what to expect from him but you figured it shouldn’t surprise you that he lives in such an extravagant set up. He pulled you up from your elbow and you followed him inside. It was beautiful as you had expected upon seeing the outside of the house. Gold everything, marble counters, purple accents strewn around the house.

You glanced around, taking in what would be your new house.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumbled to yourself mostly. His hands came down on your shoulders in a gentle way, his hands travelling up and down your shoulders. You leaned your head to the side allowing a pleasant stretch to the tense muscles of your neck. “Do you live here all alone?” you inquired.

“No, the maid lives here, a few of my more trusted henchmen, for security measures. Not that I couldn’t protect myself, just don’t wanna do all the work myself,” he answered. You hummed in acknowledgement and continued to scan the room around you. “The room’s upstairs, I already had some of my men pick up your stuff from your father’s place, if you need anything else just tell me and I’ll send someone out to get it,” he said as he walked to the kitchen. You nodded, and dragged yourself up to what looked like a spare room. You plopped down on the bed and let out a long sigh.

So this is what my life is like now, you thought to yourself, looking around the lavish room. Joker stepped up to the doorway and stared you down before sitting down next to you on the big fluffy bed. “Why am I here Joker?”

“Please, call me Mr. J, Joker sounds… Too formal. I want you here because you’re a beautiful girl, your father did me wrong, and I want to make him pay.”

“Hah… Well jokes on you Mr. J. My father doesn’t care about me. Keeping me here is doing nothing but giving him the chance to shamelessly waste away without me yelling at him. You’re doing him a favor,” you explained. He nodded and spread a wide silver grin across his pale tattooed face.

“Y’know doll, maybe I just want your lovely company,” he said sarcastically.

“Y’know, maybe I just can’t stand your company,” you retorted. Before you could react, his hand came across your skin with a harsh sting. The force behind it made you fall back and place a tender touch on your cheek. You looked down, cowering away in fear. You loved to put on the tough girl act. Sure, you had dealt with crazies but nothing that ever came close to the Joker.

A slow tear dripped down your soft cheek. His eyes widened at the realization that he had made you cry. “Can you please leave me alone,” you muttered.

“Shit Y/N are you okay doll?” His voice was a bit quieter than before.

“Please just leave.” You were shaking, terrified to be in the same room as this psychotic, dangerous man.

“What’s wrong sweets?” You looked at him with a look of disbelief.

“You just slapped me across the face. If I’m being totally honest, I’m terrified right now. You scare the living daylights out of me. The moment I saw you I was scared for my life. I don’t want you in here. If I’m going to have to live with you I want to be left alone… I don’t want to be scared for my life. Please just go…” He looked at you, shock on his face.

“Alright. If you need something you can let someone know.” He placed a hand on your hunched back and left.

A small part of you felt bad for banishing him from your life but it wasn’t right for him to treat you in such an awful manner. You let out a sigh and laid down on the comfortable bed. Before you knew it you had slipped in to a deep sleep, forgetting about the disaster your life had become.

Joker Imagine: Harassed

Anonymous said:Can you do a story where the reader is going out with mr j and she wonders off in a club and a group of guys harass her and she’s innocent and just scared and Mr j goes crazy and protects her and just yea that’d be amazing and some Mr j fluff in it 😜

Originally posted by harleenfrancesqvinzel

J and you were at his club, trying to have a good time after a stressful week. It was Saturday night so the place was absolutely packed! ‘’I’m gonna grab a drink’’ You told your boyfriend and stood up from his lap. He slapped your bum gently just so the other man around saw that you were his and they would better not touch you. ‘’Be back soon or I’ll miss ya’’ He winked cheesily as you walked off.

It took a little while to get to the bar while avoiding drunk people. Just as you sat down on a bar stool and patiently waited for the bartender’s so come to you when they’re finished, some guys sat around you. It was strange that J fell for you because most of the time you were nice and kind. But sometimes your head just got all messed up and you could do awful things, but that was rare.

The man leaned towards you and one even stood behind you so you couldn’t escape. ‘’Hi sexy’’ One of them with a dirty smile winked. He had messy hair and alcohol on his shirt. They all stunk like ass. ‘’I have a boyfriend’’ You defended yourself and nervously tapped your fingers on the counter.’’Oh he doesn’t have to know. Let’s have some fun!’’ Another one chuckled and touched your back. Your breath hitched in your throat and you got nervous.

‘’Leave me alone’’ You tried to warn them. After all if they would continue, J would kill them - no doubt. ‘’Don’t be fucking boring’’ The same voice said again and suddenly you were pulled off of the chair. The men practically dragged you away from the bar, making you so panicked that you forgot what self-defence was. ‘’H-Hey!’’ You tried to yell, but the music was so loud that your voice drowned in it. Suddenly you were pressed against the wall harshly and you hit your head.

‘’I bet you have such a tight little cunt’’One of them said, but you were so scared that you couldn’t recognize who the voice belonged to. Your heart stammered in your chest and you wanted to cry. A hand touched your inner thigh and that’s when you felt tears stinging your eyes. ‘’Let me go!’’ You insisted and desperately tried to yank yourself free from their strong arms, but it was useless.

The hand rose and touched the lining of your panties, making the tears fall from your eyes. ‘’Stop!’’ You begged and wondered how no one saw this? On the other hand the three were towering above you, making it hard to see you. Before they could do anything else, you heard at least three gunshots and the person right in front of you, the one touching you, fell onto the floor. The other two stood there and turned white as sheets when they saw their friend dead.

Joker had noticed this and come to your rescue.

‘’Walk away baby this won’t be pretty’’ He growled and you saw two of his henchmen behind him. Two other henchmen walked up to the rest of the harassers and they were held tightly, not allowed to escape. Fear sunk into their faces and they knew they had fucked up real bad.

You walked away from the wall and watched you step so you wouldn’t step on the dead man. Tears gushed down your eyes and you were trembling. J nodded to his henchman Frost who then put his arm on your shoulder in a comforting way. Suddenly J walked up to the guy that had been on yout left side. ‘’You did something really dumb’’ J growled in his face madly. The people around you knew what was going on, but no one dared to step in whatsoever. 

‘’I-I’m sorry!’’ The man cried out in pure fear, but sorry wasn’t enough. Joker kneed his crotch and a painful yelp escaped his lips. J repeated the action and horror grew on the other guy’s face.  You watched as he started beating the guy like a maniac as the henchman hold the guy. ‘’No one..’’ J started and held onto his jaw tightly. ‘’..disrespects my queen like that!’’ He finished angrily and punched the man straight in the face andyou  could hear his nose breaking. It made me sick in the stomach.

A sob made Frost look at you again.You covered your mouth with your hands and tried to stay calm, but you were still shocked. Everything happened so fast. You felt disgusting since the guy had touched you there. ‘’Frost do me a favour and take her to my office. I bet she doesn’t want to see the rest’’ J sighed and faced you with his back, clothed with a golden jacket. Frost replied with a ‘’yes sir’’ and then started walking away with you beside him. People stepped out of the way as Frost took me towards the hall where there was an elevator.

As soon as you two got in the elevator, silence fell over. Tears were ruining your make-up and you kept trembling. ‘’I’m sorry miss’’ Frost apologized softly. He was one of J’s most trusted men so you had talked to him a lot. You just nodded and then wiped away some tears which was useless. The doors slid open and you walked to the left until you were behind a black door. ‘’J’s r-really mad’’You whimpered and sat down on a big chair that was in J’s office. Frost nodded shortly.

‘’He flipped the table when he was told what was going on’’ Frost let you know. You looked at him silently. J really cared about you which was weird. Why? ‘’Do you want anything? Water?’’ Frost suggested and saw how uncomfortable you looked. ‘’No thanks’’ You mumbled and then bit the inside of your cheek to hold back cries. 

A few minutes later the door opened and J walked back. His clothes were bloody and his knuckles were already bruising. He seemed pissed as hell. When he saw you sitting there, he hurried to you. 

‘’Oh baby..’’ He breathed out and put his warm hands on your arms and then got on his knees in front of you. He seemed relieved to see you there after beating people up.  You put your hand on his and tried to stay calm. ‘’Thanks Frost’’ J muttered and a second later he walked out, leaving you two alone. That’s when tears started to run down your cheeks again.’’Oh baby..don’t you cry..They can’t do anything to you anymore’’ He promised and gathered himself. He picked you up and then sat on the chair and placed you on his lap. 

‘’I’m sorry..I-I don’t know what happened..’’ You whimpered, still scared of the situation. J wrapped his arms around you softly. ‘’Shh..It’s not your fault’’ He reminded you with a calmer voice and started rubbing your back gently like you were as fragile as a feather. You nuzzled closer to him and then his scent calmed you down. You were safe with him

You’re Mine

The reader often hangs out a the tavern and frequently flirts with Gaston… 

A/N: I just need more Gaston (Luke Evans) in my life. This just had to be done

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Oh Gaston…. He was a real character that man was. He constantly did things that annoyed most, mainly how much he loved himself but it was fun to mess with him. You enjoyed it actually because he always seemed to believe what was going on and he actually laughed at it. 

The night was young and the tavern was full, per usual. Gaston sat in his chair while Le Fou stood beside him talking about who knows what. Though Gaston seemed a bit down for some reason, probley had something to do with Belle again. You grabbed a mug off the bar, which was meant for Gaston, and brought it over to him. You handed it to him and he looked up at you. 

“Not having a good day Gaston?” you question as you look at him; the look in his eyes showed that he was in no mood for games and he stated that in the bluntest if ways, 

“Go away harlot.” he growled; you rolled your eyes at what he called you, though you were called this often for you much more flirty ways, it did hurt when it came from him.

“Oh come on Gaston, you don’t have to be so rude.” you say as you do just as he says and leave him be. He seemed to be in a foul mood anyways but Le Fou was quick to try and pick him up, singing about all the amazing things about him. Everyone joined in and eventually he did as well and before you knew it everyone was dancing, you joined him up on a table and just danced. 

“Still not in the mood to see me?” you teased with a wide smirk; his smile grew on his face, 

“Maybe if you would stop being such a flirt I wouldn’t cast you away.” he says, 

“But where’s the fun in that, I love seeing you all flustered.” you say as you break from his gasp and jump to the table beside the one you were on. Everyone was still singing and having a good time, it was clear that Le Fou had successfully made him feel better. 

A few moments later things died down, there was still some chatter and drinking going on. You went about your business that was until someone grabbed your hand and turned your around. Your eyes quickly met the ones you recognized to be Gastons. 

“You left rather abruptly.” he said with a smirk; you matched his smirk,

“I did and I did rather enjoy the look on your face.” you say with a rather wide smirk, “But why would you complain? Unless you were going to do something?” you test and looked at him; his eyes had a glint in it but you couldn’t tell what they showed, 

“What if I was?” He pressed as he pulled you closer; you felt a tiny bit of shock but you brushed it off. 

“Then I guess I wouldn’t complain about it.” you say; now you were becoming flustered, you looked away from him but he stopped you, he used his thumb and pointer finger and turn your head and lock gazes again. You heart rate was speeding up. What was this? 

“Oh is that so?” he questioned; you had a feeling that this was a game but you kind of liked it. You gently poke his chest with your forefinger, 

“What are you getting at Gaston?” you question; he chuckled a bit before pulling away, 

“I like this.” he said before turning and walking away; you can’t say you were shocked, 

“Well played.”

It couldn’t have been days later but this was still going on and, by god, was it fun. The constant flirting, how close you would get to him but you couldn’t help but feel as though something was missing. Here you were, yet again, at the tavern, everyone was having a grand old time but you were lost in thought, that was until you felt a pair of hands on your hips. You were ready to beat the crap out of whoever it was but you quickly realized that it was Gaston, 

“Well look who it is.” you say with a smirk. He returned the smirk, 

“Why are you sitting here all by your lonesome, why don’t you come and join me.” he said as he walked over to his chair and sat down. The look on his face made your heart rate to speed up. 

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

You hesitantly stood to your feet and walked over to him. You hips swayed and extra bit as you walked. When you stood beside him he took you by surprise and sat you on his lap. You gasped lowly and looked at him; a wide smirk on his lips. 

“This is the only place you will sit.” your heart nearly stopped as he said that. You had forgotten your witty comeback but you quickly tired to come up with something to say, 

“Oh and why is that?”you question; he chuckled a low laugh before looking your straight in the eyes before saying, 

“Because you’re mine.”

anonymous asked:

could you do tom and prompt number 26? it can be a drabble or a one shot or whatever you wanna do


#26 “Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” “Yes we can.”

Camping | One shot

I had intentions of making these prompts little drabbles but clearly I got carried away and this ended up being like 1,300 words 🤷🏻 I had fun writing this one, I hope u enjoy!!

Originally posted by cuddle-porn

Tom crept along the outside of the tent, using the dimmed light of his phone screen to see the ground in front of him to avoid stepping on sticks, or anything else that would create enough noise to draw attention to him.

He had brought his girl camping with him and his friends from “Spiderman: Homecoming” under one condition – no, demand – that they were forbidden to share a tent. He and his girl had a bad habit of getting it on any chance they could, no matter how thin the walls were.

Or if they were made of nylon canvas.

“Who knows what kind of animals they’ll draw in with all that moaning?” Jacob had joked earlier that day, earning a bruise in the arm courtesy of a blushing Tom.

Hidden in a shroud of darkness, he pocketed his phone and gently tugged on the zipper enclosure to the tent where his girl slept. She had opted to set up her tent farthest from the campfire, claiming she would sleep better without the light or chatter to keep her awake, but gave Tom a wink and a look that said it was an invitation for him to sneak over when their friends had gone to sleep.

But he had lied awake in his tent for what felt like ages, listening to Jacob, Zendaya and Tony talking and cackling amongst each other while the tent he was pitching in his own pants was becoming even more unbearable.

Poking his head into the tent, his gaze fell on the body of his girlfriend. Her sleeping bag was rolled down enough to expose her upper body, her arms resting above her head. Her shirt was pulled up enough to expose her midriff and Tom bit his lip, palming his member through the fabric of his pajama pants.

Carefully closing the entrance to the tent, he moved over her, pressing his mouth to the soft skin of her stomach. Slowly moving up to her chest, his fingers crept under the fabric of her shirt and she began to stir. Rolling his thumbs over her nipples (he was pleasantly surprised to see she hadn’t worn a bra to bed) he began pressing kisses up and down her neck, pulling her out of her slumber. She sighed dreamily in his ear as he began lightly sucking on her neck.

“Looks like someone decided to fall asleep on me,” he chuckled.

“You took too long,” she grinned, leaning up to plant a kiss on his neck.

Resting on his side, he trailed a hand up and down her body, slipping his hand down the front of her panties and pressing his forefinger to her clit. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, and gripped his forearm as he began rubbing slow circles over the sensitive bud of nerves. She was already wet for him, and his cock twitched in anticipation. Sliding a finger inside her, he resumed sucking on her neck as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her. Throwing her leg over his hip to give him better access to her, she felt his hardness poking against her core through his pants and groaned a tad louder in her pleasure. She felt Tom’s lips move from her neck to the shell of her ear.

“If you can’t be quiet then I’ll have to stop, darling.” He murmured.

“Sorry,” she bit her lip.

Hooking his thumb into the waistline of her panties, he yanked the delicate fabric down her thighs and she kicked them off. Sliding a free hand down the front of his trousers, she rubbed up and down his length and he let out a low groan at the contact.

“If you can’t be quiet then I’ll have to stop, darling.” She mimicked in her fake British accent. He rolled his eyes and yanked her leg back over his hip, slipping two fingers inside her and pumping faster. Her head fell back as she began lazily moving her hand up and down his cock, working him up but not enough bring him close to an orgasm.

Impatient and paranoid at the thought of being caught before getting any sort of relief, he pulled out of her and pulled his pants down enough to free his aching member. Pulling her hips closer, he began teasing her entrance with the head of his cock, eliciting a small whimper from her. Slowly pushing himself inside, he sighed softly and felt himself relaxing as he began slowly rocking his hips towards hers. Wrapping his arm around her, he fucked her at an unbearably slow pace, trying to maintain their cover under the sound of the crickets outside the tent.

Gripping her thigh, he buried his face in her neck as he began thrusting harder, trying to muffle his labored breathing. Biting her lip, she fought the moan in her throat, tasting blood inside her mouth. Adjusting her hips, he thrusted deeper inside her and she let out a loud gasp as he found her sweet spot. His hand shot up to cover her mouth, whispering a small “shhh” as he continued hitting the same spot repeatedly.

Tightening her grip on his arms, she began to squirm against him as she felt warmth pooling in her core.

“T-Tom,” she rasped. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“I can tell,” he groaned into her neck, “You’re awful at keeping your moaning to a minimum.”

Turning her head and narrowing her eyes at him through the dark, she clenched herself around his cock, pulling an even louder groan out of him.

“And you aren’t just as bad?” she snickered.

“Shhh love,” he pleaded. “Someone’s going to hear us.” 

“Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” she panted, feeling herself lose control as her orgasm began building. A voice rang out over their poor attempts at muffling their breathing and the gentle noises of her sleeping bag material shifting underneath them.

“Yes we can.”

Tom’s hips immediately froze against her and she swore she could feel the heat rushing to his face, and she covered hers with her hands in embarrassment.

“Annnnnd that’s why I’m sharing a tent with Laura,” came Zendaya’s voice from beyond the flimsy fabric of the tent. Her comment was followed by more cackling from Jacob and Tony.

“Dammit,” Tom mumbled into the crook of her neck. She tossed her head back in laughter, surrendering to the teasing and humiliation they’d soon endure from their friends in the morning. Pulling her leg from Tom, she began pulling herself off him when his arm tightened around her, keeping her body flush against his.

“Tom what are you doing?” she whispered, feeling him re-entering her.

“We’ve already been caught love,” he murmured. “Might as well go ahead and finish.”

“Please, you’re just saying that because you can’t bear to walk back to your tent and finish yourself off,” she smirked, snaking an arm up around his neck.

He returned to fucking her, pushing himself deeper inside her and sliding his hand down to rub her clit. Her walls clamped down on him and pushed him over the edge and he sunk his teeth into her neck to stifle the sound of him coming. Covering her mouth, she bit down on one of her fingers and exhaled sharply through her nose, doing a slightly better job than he was at concealing her moans.

He spent the rest of the night in his girl’s tent, spooning her and playing with her hair until she fell asleep. In the morning, they’d come to breakfast around the campfire and be greeted with giggles and raised eyebrows from their friends, and Jacob would get another punch in the arm from Tom when he jokingly asked if any strange animals visited them during the night.

“Worth it,” he whispered in her ear, nuzzling into her before falling asleep. 

Sweet Punishment (M)

Im Jaebum | JB (Got7) x Reader 

Word Count: 5845

Genre: Smut [DaddyDom/Submissive Relationship]

“Are you serious?” Jaebum asked incredulously, eyes wide.

“Yes, I am,” You responded confidently, “and you are not going to do anything about it. Are you, Daddy?”

The car was heavy with tension as you sat a red light, the clock nearing midnight, and you felt as though your body was buzzing with electricity. Jaebum’s presence felt heavy and suffocating next to you. All you wanted to do was reach across the center console and make contact with any open skin you could get your fingers on. You needed to feel him, and if you didn’t soon you were sure you would combust. But, with the way you acted at dinner you knew better than to touch him. You were “in trouble” as he put it. You scoffed at the thought.

“What is so funny over there?” Jaebum asked, turning his head for you for a second before returning his eyes to the road.

“Oh, nothing is funny over here,” You replied.

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