sorry it isnt such a good view

soft dom! seokjin

(THIS WAS ALL DONE LAST NIGHT, ON MY PHONE. BASED OFF OF @bxebxee ’s soft dom!seokjin. literally just oral sex, and exhibition, and fluffy at the end)

(THIS ISNT EDITED EITHER SORRY)

soft dom seokjin coming home from home, muscles tensed, nerves wrecked, just over all exhausted. He walks in the kitchen to see his pretty baby girl making some food, in her normal house clothes, because you know, she’s at home. but every time she leans over a little bit her shorts rise up, and seokjin can’t help but enjoy the view—a little too much, to the point where he can see himself fucking her until she screams his name like he knows she can.

It’s been a good five minutes until she notices her seokjinnie. She smiles and tells him “I’m making food for you!! It’s almost done!” Poor seokjin, he knows she is just being so innocent and caring for him, but he just can’t shake off his filthy thoughts. So he inquires her to “Come here baby, I missed you”. She giggles and goes on “I know, I missed you too. But I need to finish.” He shakes his head and walks closer to her, taking in her natural scent. He kisses patterns along her neck.

Her little moans and whimpers, God she knows what to do to drive seokjin crazy. She tried to shimmy out if his grip: “Jinnie, I wanted to make you food.” her complaints soon shut down after his takes her lower lip between his teeth and tug it. “Wouldn’t it be better if I ate your tight, wet pussy baby? I bet you’re dripping all over your shorts.” His hands slide down to the front of her baby blue shorts, rubbing her clit through them. “Seokjin, fuck you’re making a mess”
Her eyes blow up wide at his request, “S-seokjinnie I-” His pink, plump lips form into a small pout. “Baby please, I just wanna see.” She knew that seokjin valued her nude body like the finest, more precious piece of gold in the earth. So she obliged, only wanting to make to him happy, and to get herself off. Seokjin smiled at her and dropped to his knees, her face was the epitome of confused, to soon be replaced with shock when seokjin strips her bottoms off with his teeth.

After being stripped naked by seokjins mouth, she sits herself on top of the table, while seokjin sits infront, having a perfect view of his beautiful, most precious baby girl. Whose body he admired and fucked the most. “Go on baby, daddy’s watching” Her fingers slowly worked her clit, feeling the already sticky mess of her wetness from before, she bites her lips and moans softly as her other hand peaks her swollen nipples. Seokjin sits there, hand stroking the front of his dress pants

“Hmm, baby what are you thinking about?” She huffs out and moans louder when her fingers start pushing in and out of her pussy. “Y-you daddy, in thinking about you fucking me” her back meets the cold cherry wood as she continues to fuck herself. “Is daddy fucking you with his cock, fingers, or tongue baby girl?” She whimpers out his name, the pleasure becoming too much, its starting to get hot, her senses are not taking her side. “J-just come here and eat me out please”

Seokjin licks his lips, looking at his masterpiece. All fucked out, needy, and dripping just for him. His pretty little girl, a shaking, whimpering mess. Her fingers going in and out of her cunt at relentless speed begging “P-Please please, daddy I need you” Seokjin kneels down in front of her, taking in her tight, pink pussy. He moves her hands away and slowly, kisses her folds, his tongue making zigzag patterns around her clit, sucking the swollen bud.

“Damn baby, I could eat you every hour of the day if I could” Seokjin comments, “you’re so wet for me—shit” His plump lips sucks harshly at her clit, pulling it lightly. He knows she’s about to cum, by the way her legs are quivering, her hands pulling at his amber locks so tightly he can almost feel the burning sensation in his scalp. Her moans get louder, her pleas become more incoherent, “I-p-please I need, fuck” Seokjin hums at her unintelligible request.

He halts his tongue swirling inside her to only replace it with his agile fingers, “baby you’re gonna cum? Are you gonna make a mess all over my fingers and the table?” She nods her head furiously. “Yes yes yes, I’m cumming, please let me cum Seokjinnie” He pinches the inside of her thigh lightly, “then do me a favor and fucking cum” Seokjin can feel her tighten around his fingers, watching his babygirl come down from her high has been the most erotic thing he has seen. His eyes dilate from the image presented in front of him, he can’t help but to steal a kiss from her. Tongues intertwine, teeth clashing together. Her pulls back and tucks the strands of hairs behind her ear, and lets out a gentle.

“I love you”

alexandriana-deactivated2017062  asked:

ok so i saw your post about reposting artwork and i made sure to read all of it but i have a question. so ik reposting without permission is bad but what about reblogging like not editing the post in any way just tapping the reblog button to share it? sorry if this is a dumb question i'm just trying to make sure im not doing something i shouldn't.

reblogging isnt reposting–as long as you dont remove the artist caption 

using tumblrs sharing options is also good bc you arent saving the picture and re uploading it anywhere–people will be redirected to the original post on tumblr in order to view it 

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Drawing on paper is so weird now. And sorry the quality is bad!! My phone’s cam isnt good :(

But i guess i can talk about their backstories?

Steve Rogers, 19, born in a small town and moving to California, not sure what he’ll grow up to be. His only friends are Peggy and Sam who he met online, and he talks constantly about his cute tutor. He viewed art as a hobby just because of the stereotype that the arts doesn’t bring enough money. Its when he hangs out with Bucky more, that he realizes he should pursue art anyway no matter what people say.

Bucky Barnes, 20, Brooklyn born and raised, hoping to study his way to work at NASA. His friends are Natasha, Clint and Kate. He goes to parties frequently and people easily portray him as a ladykiller. Which is totally untrue because he’s just tripping over his own feet over a cute blond.

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Trust is Bone Deep

Based off of @spacegate‘s wonderful @babyblasters au and their fic TRUST is amazing and yall should read it [also on AO3]

And bonus dood, because pap didn’t get a feature here but he deff gets hugs w dadby and sans

anonymous asked:

You don't have to answer if you don't want to why do you feel uncomfortable about changing their pucca character's age isn't it supposed to be a good things so it doesn't look like 11 and a 13 year old isn't doing sexual or sexual-like stuff but I'm curious to hear your answer 😊 I love seeing other people's point of view

ahhh its kind of the idea of it?? sorry this isnt really gonna make sense im v bad with words but

the idea of wanting to draw child characters in a sexual setting is what really bothers me about it, like people want to draw these 2 kids in a sexual manner, but they know if they do they’ll get yelled at so they just age them up. its just kinda gross to in my opinion,, like why do people want to draw younger characters in a sexual setting???

just,,,,,, aging up a character just so you can draw them in a sexual manner is really gross and weird to me

Off Limits [3]

[title]: off limits

[pairing]: shawn mendes x reader

[requested]: yes – @olivia-brianne

“maybe you could fast forward to when Shawn plays in madison square garden and maybe like the main plot is that they’re relationship is getting more serious? I’m not sure! but whatever you decide I’m sure it’ll be great!!”

[summary]: the day has come for shawn to make his appearance at madison square garden. y/n and shawn’s relationship is taking flight but as for andrew’s point of view, is he actually okay with this now serious relationship?

[warnings]: swearing (a good handful), a part that sounds like it’s gonna lead into smut but rEALLy iSnT, flufffffff

[author’s note]: 3rd and final part of “off limits” thanks for all the support on these imagines, and i have much more to come :)

by the way IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG I HAD NO IDEAS but it’s here so i hope you enjoy :)

+ in case you missed them, go read:

part one | part two


“Fine.”

“Really?” Shawn asks excitedly, across from his girlfriend of almost six months.

“Yes.” Y/N sighs. “I’ll get you a muffin basket for all of your hard work and being freaking adorable.” She chuckles lightly, ruffling his hair.

Shawn giggles [a/n: gIGGLeS aW] and leans over to press a soft kiss to her lips.

“Not in front of me, please!” Andrew yells from the corner of the room.

Y/N giggles, pulling away before playfully glaring at her father.

“Lighten up, Dad. Shawn just played a sold out Madison Square Garden!” Y/N exclaims, draping an arm around Shawn’s shoulders, leaning her head on his shoulder. Shawn weaves an arm around her waist, leaning his head on top of Y/N’s.

“But—But you know I don’t like PDA from you two.” He whines like a child, making Y/N roll her eyes.

“Dad.” Y/N states sternly.

“Damn Y/N, the serious side of you is really turning me on—”

“OKAY!” Andrew yells, a rather disturbed look etched on his face. “That is my cue to leave the room! So I bid you horny teenagers adieu.” He says before practically running out of the green room.


“Harry Potter?”

“Harry Potter.” Shawn confirms, a grin gracing his lips.

Y/N jumps onto the couch next to Shawn, immediately snuggling into his side, his arm wrapping around her shoulders.

The movie flicks on as Y/N gets comfortable.

As the words, “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire” appear on the television screen, Shawn hands Y/N the bowl of popcorn, already munching on a few bits of white goodness.

Y/N smiles before popping a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth.

“I actually really like this one.” She says, eyes fixated on the flashing images onscreen.

“I actually really like you.” Shawn says, kissing Y/N’s cheek.

“You’re such a dork, Shawn.” Y/N smiles, nudging his shoulder lightly.

He chuckles, kissing her temple in reply.

About halfway through the movie, Y/N rests her hand on Shawn’s thigh, drawing patterns on his jeans.

Shawn’s breath silently hitches at her touch, despite the indirect contact of her skin against his.

Y/N feels him tense, as a small smirk quirks her lips. Y/N begins slowly moving her fingers to the inside of Shawn’s thigh, slightly upwards teasingly.

He blinks, feeling himself harden under Y/N’s great influence.

“W-What are y-you doing Y/N?” He gulps.

“What do you want me to do, Shawnie?” Y/N smirks up to the hormonal boy.

“Do I need to explain myself?” He asks.

Before Y/N can answer, Shawn leans down and hungrily smashes his mouth to hers, in a quick fiery embrace between their lips.

Y/N reaches up to cup his face, immediately matching his rhythm.

Their mouths move together without hesitation, in sync the whole time.

Y/N turns to fully face Shawn. She pushes Shawn down onto his back on the couch, without breaking the kiss before climbing on top of him, straddling his hips. She leans down as her lips find his once again.

Shawn’s hands find their way to her hips, grazing her pale skin underneath her shirt. Y/N’s hands weave through Shawn’s hair, tugging on the hairs on the back of his neck, releasing a moan from his throat.

Sweet moans fill the air, slipping past Shawn’s plump pink lips as Y/N slowly grinds her hips against his.

He plays with the hem of Y/N’s shirt before tugging on it, wanting it off so he can admire her flawless figure.

Y/N breaks the kiss, know what he wants before sitting up and pulling the shirt over her head, throwing it carelessly somewhere around the room.

“You’re so gorgeous, baby.” Shawn mumbles, kissing her stomach lightly.

“Your turn.” Y/N smirks, pulling at Shawn’s shirt.

He sits up as Y/N helps him remove his shirt, returning to their heated kiss, this time Shawn pushing Y/N down, him on top this time.

Shawn’s lips make their way from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down her soft skin. He lightly sucks on her sweet spot, making Y/N moan loudly. A mark was sure to show up in the morning. Y/N bites her lip, feeling his abs.

He continues to kiss the skin on her neck as he slyly slides her denim shorts down her legs, leaving her nearly exposed in her undergarments.

Shawn begins to move his lips down to her collarbone, placing a few chaste kisses on the middle of her chest.

“Y/N I’m back and I brought you muff— WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!”

Y/N vocalizes a gasp as Shawn flips onto his back, his body covering hers.

“Dad!” Y/N yells.

“WHAT WAS THAT?! OH MY GOD!” Andrew yells, shielding his eyes with his hand. “JESUS!”

Shawn hurriedly removes his body off of Y/N’s as she quickly jumps off the couch, retrieving her shirt to cover herself.

“Oh my God I thought I was ready for this.” Andrew mutters, pacing back and forth.

“I-I thought you weren’t gonna—gonna be home ‘til ten!” Y/N yells, breathing hard.

“Well I thought it would be nice for me to come home and surprise you with muffins from the bakery, but apparently you guys surprised me!” Andrew exclaims, throwing the bag of baked goods at Shawn harshly.

“Andrew—” Shawn starts to intervene.

“Nope. I don’t really want to talk about this right now.” He runs a hand down his face. “I thought I could handle this but I don’t think I can, oh my lord.”

“Dad, we weren’t gonna—”

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Just—Shawn, I want you and Y/N sleeping in separate rooms tonight. There will be security to make sure you two aren’t sneaking around.”

“Dad!” Y/N tries to reason. Shawn awkwardly pulls his shirt on, biting his lip.

“We’ll talk about this in the morning, you two.” Andrew says sternly. “Is that clear, Mendes?”

“Y-Yes sir.”

“No! I am almost seventeen-years-old, Dad! I should be able to make my own decisions. I’m not gonna be your little girl forever.” Y/N argues.

“I don’t care, this is not acceptable under my influence, Y/N. Especially at your age.”

Y/N’s fists clench at her sides, rage bubbling up in her chest. She can feel the anger rising up, though her veins as her blood boils.

“Oh my God!” She yells frustratedly.

“You two are not to see each other after 9 o'clock at night. And I don’t want the two of you dating anymore.” Y/N’s jaw drops to the floor.

“Are you fucking kid—”

“My decision is final.”

As she attempts to protest, Andrew turns on his heel and strides through the door.


“This fucking sucks.” Y/N grumbles, kicking a stone down the pavement.

“I know, Y/N, I’m sorry.” Shawn says softly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“It’s not your fault.“ Y/N sighs, running a hand through her long hair. “I just can’t believe he broke us up because of a mature decision I was making for myself.”

“At least he didn’t restrict us from hanging out or seeing each other completely.” Shawn says quietly.

“I know.” She whispers, turning to face him and wrapping her arms around his torso.

She snuggles her head into his firm chest as Shawn circles his arms around her as well.

The both of them stand wrapped tightly in each other’s custody. Shawn whispers sweet nothings into Y/N’s ear, making her melt into his arms.

He leaves many kisses on the top of her head as her muscles steadily relax.

“You know what?” Shawn’s voice cuts through the air.

“What?”

“I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” Y/N offers, lifting her head to look at him.

“No. I’ll be okay.”

“Just try not to make anything worse.” Y/N smiles weakly.

“I’ll try.” Shawn assures.


“What do you want, Mendes?”

“I want you to understand.” Shawn stands in front of Andrew, hands buried in the front pocket of his hoodie.

“Understand what?”

Shawn sighs, licking his lips. “Understand the fact that your daughter means the world to me.”

“Heard that one before.” Andrew mutters.

“Seriously, Andrew. I’ve never met anyone like Y/N ever in my almost eighteen years of living in this planet. She’s something special, I’ll tell you that. No one has ever, sparked my interest like Y/N has. She’s beyond beautiful, and I’m pretty sure I physically can’t form words on how amazing she is. And I love her very much, sir.”

Andrew sighs, crossing his arms. “I just—don’t want anything happening to her. Y/N and Tracy are all I have.” He mumbles.

“Please, Andrew. You’ve known me for over two years. You should know that I’m not like that—”

“Then prove it.” Andrew states turning to face the boy. “Prove that you care for my daughter… Just not the way I walked in on you guys, please.”

Shawn pulls Andrew into manly hug, patting his back.

“I’ll make sure of it.”


“So wait, how are you gonna do that?” Y/N asks, cocking her head to the side.

Shawn strums his guitar, a few soft notes floating around the room.

Y/N sits cross-legged across from the older boy, listening to the beautiful melody of the instrument’s strings vibrating against each other.

“I don’t know.” Shawn shakes his head. “But I’ll think of something.”

Shawn sends Y/N a soft smile, as she uncrosses her legs and makes her way over to where he is sat. The girl sits down next to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and nestling her head on his shoulder.

“I love you, Y/N.” Shawn whispers, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead.

“I love you too.”

Shawn’s fingers move up and down against the strings of his guitar, soft notes escaping the wooden implement.

“Hey, I just remembered. I wrote a song a while back for the first album, when I had met a girl who I thought I was totally in love with… Turns out it was all fake, so I didn’t release it. But now, that I’ve met you, I knew I was gonna write this for someone special.” Shawn says softly, turning his head so their noses brush. “And that special someone is you, I know it.”

Y/N’s eyes light up at his words as a smile graces her lips.

“What’s it called?”

“Kid In Love.”

The name makes her smile even wider, thoughts of how far he’s gotten flooding her mind.

Shawn notices the smile pulling at her lips, making him smile, placing a small kiss on her lips before pulling away, continuing to strum his guitar.

“Can I hear it, please?” She asks hopefully.

“Sure.” He smiles, strumming the notes to the beginning of the song. The notes carry on for a few moments, a beautiful melody created, making Y/N smile. A steady rhythm flows as Shawn begins to sing.

“I know that we just met. Maybe this is dumb. But it feels like there was something. From the moment that we touched. ‘Cause, it’s alright, it’s alright. I wanna make you mine.”

Shawn smiles at Y/N brightly.

“The way you’re lightin’ up the room. Caught the corner of my eye. We can both sneak out the back door. We don’t have to say goodbye. ‘Cause, it’s alright, it’s alright. To waste time tonight.”

Maybe I’m just a kid in love. Maybe I’m just a kid in love. Oh, baby. If this is what it’s like falling in love. Then I don’t ever wanna grow up. Maybe I’m just a kid in love. Maybe I’m just a kid in love. Oh, baby. It’d be cool if it’s the two of us. But I don’t ever wanna grow up.“

The boy’s heart melts as he stares down at the smile she was giving him and the glint of wonderment in her eyes.

‘Cause I got it all. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. And I got it all. And I don’t ever wanna grow up.“

Y/N watches the boy. His brown pupils cloud with concentration. His soft hair flops over onto his forehead messily, as the corners of his eyes crinkle when his voice hits a high note. She admired it all.

“And I’ve got it, and I’ve got it all But I don’t ever wanna grow up.” He finishes, leaving Y/N practically in tears.

She lifts a hand up to her mouth, as tears prickle her eyes.

Shawn looks over to the younger girl, and frowns. “W-What’s wrong?”

Words aren’t able to form in her throat, random letters, numbers and symbols floating about her mind wildly. Instead of speaking, she throws her arms around Shawn’s waist, squeezing him tightly.

“Thank you.” She cries, finally finding the right words. Shawn smiles at her revolving optimism, as he returns the gesture, holding her in his arms.

“It may not have been written directly about you at the time, but I completely know it’s meant for you, for us.” Y/N leans up and pushes her lips to his in a sweet kiss, full of love and affection.

Suddenly the sound of applause erupts. A slow clap. Not in a mocking way, but in a ‘I’m impressed’ sort of manner. Both of the teens turn their heads to the noise, only to see Andrew, leaning against the door frame with a small grin quirking his lips.

“Dad.” Y/N says, removing her arms from Shawn.

“I applaud the.” He softly smiles, nodding his head at Shawn.

Shawn tilts his head to the side, like a confused puppy.

“You have proved to me that your love for Y/N is unbreakable. The bond the two of you share is everlasting.”

“R-Really?” Shawn asks, bewildered.

“Therefore, I give you my blessing to date my daughter.”

Y/N squeals, nearly jumping on Shawn and kissing him again.

Andrew shields his eyes again with his hand. “Happy times woo.” He says in a not so cheerful way, even though Y/N knew he was happy for the two. “Just no more sexy time while I’m in the same state, please.”

“I have no intention to wrong you, sir, but I cannot make any promises, your daughter does things that make me really—”

“BYE!” Andrew yells, sprinting out of the room.

Y/N and Shawn burst out laughing, before sharing another passionate kiss.

Y/N leans her forehead on Shawn’s, staring into the chocolate galaxies behind his corneas.

“Muffins?”

“Muffins.”


okay shawn may very well be really hot, but he’s still a smol bean

my sins will probably not be forgiven so for anyone who read this, i’ll see ya in hell

don’t tell my mom pls

i’ll give you a cookie 🍪

just let me know if you didn’t tell her

(let’s be real, it wasn’t that bad)

p.s. yes, i do know that “kid in love” is a song that was released on his first album but let’s just pretend it wasn’t *shhhh*

[ want more? → masterlist ]

— august 3rd, 2016

hharrytomlinson  asked:

hiii im not disagreeing with you on the always viewing harry as good zayns bad racism argument bUT how come that photo of harry and the girl's bad? like he wasnt in a relationship or anything larry isnt /confirmed/? unless she was in a relationship -- sorry id taken a bit of a fandom break when that photo was taken and maybe idk the whole story lmao

hi love. 

Okay, so this is what people are missing. I’m a larrie. This is how I entered the fandom in the first place. I believe harryandlouis are terribly in love. 

But, that is irrelevant, actually. 

Because the principle stands. When Harry (believe him to be single or not) is spotted with someone, people QUESTION the media’s NARRATIVE. They have enough faith in HARRYS CHARACTER TO QUESTION THE STORY. 

Remember the 410 women? Remember how upset people were? Especially in the Larry part of the fandom, which I can speak to.

And this is what I wish for Zayn. He deserves the same amount of basic decency of questioning the media narrative. He deserves the same amount of faith in character that people provide Harry. And to not provide Zayn with that same amount is absolutely dehumanizing, and thus racist.