that dress in the front

Red dress (Elliot Alderson x Reader)

Request : Hi babe <3 Can I ask one elliot/reader in which they are dating and he invites her to his   apartment and she dress up very hot/sexy and elliot doesn’t know how to react or what to do, and wants to touch her and a lot of fluff and awkward elliot <3 thanks babe

“Hi babe.” The moment Elliot opened his front door, his heart stopped beating for a second. There you stood in front of him, wearing a fancy red dress that reached to your knees and outlined every curve of your body. Elliot didn’t know what to say. He was mesmerized by the way you looked. Beautiful. You looked utterly beautiful and hot.

You kissed his cheek gently, entering his apartment. “I’m sorry for being late. Had an important meeting at work.” You said, pulling off you black high heels that matched your dress perfectly. Massaging your aching feet, you sat down on his couch leaning back and relaxed.

“It’s okay.”Elliot mumbled. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Yes, please.” You sighed. He went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and two cups. Joining you, he poured some water into your cup. His eyes trailed down your body and he had his struggles to tear his gaze away. Especially your chest area was perfectly outlined by your red dress. He knew it was very impolite but he couldn’t help it. He was a man after all.

“Here.” He said, placing the cup in front of you. Immediately, you took a sip of the cold water, feeling it soothe your dry throat.

“So how was your day, El?” You asked, making eye contact with him. Elliot refused to look at you. He kind of felt overwhelmed by the way you were sitting right next to him. He didn’t see you quite often wearing fancy things. He fiddled with his fingers, his lips trying to form words.

“It was fine.” He responded with a quiet voice. “What about you?”

“It was very stressful. I had to attend a meeting which was boring as hell and also had to do lots of paperwork.” You leaned your head against his shoulder. His body stiffened at you touching his shoulder. Even though you were his girlfriend, he still had his problems when it came to body contact.

“I’m glad I’m with you now.” You mumbled, feeling slightly tired. Elliot nodded his head in agreement. He really appreciated the time he could be with you even though it seemed quite the opposite. You knew Elliot was not the guy for showing any emotions but deep down you knew that he cared for you and loved you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t give your relationship a chance.

“Babe?” You asked. He hummed as an answer. “Can you please help me getting out of this dress?”

His pulse increased its beat immediately, his voice shaking as he agreed. “O-okay.”

You stood up, looking at him with a smile on your lips. A smile that he began to love. His eyes observed your form, taking in every single part of your body. He wanted to touch you. Not in a sexual way, but in a loving and caring way. He wanted to feel your hips against his hands, he wanted to trail his hands down your arms, your back. He wanted to give you hugs so badly. But as fucked up as he is, he couldn’t.

“Elliot? What’s the matter?” You asked, as you caught him staring at you. Your gaze fell to his trembling fingers. “Are you okay, baby?” You asked worriedly.

“Mhm.” He responded. His fingers went to the zipper of your dress and zipped it open. His heart hammered in his chest as you freed yourself from your tight dress. There you stood in front of him, half naked in your sexy underwear. He raised his hand and his finger tips traced the outline of your shoulder bladders.

You closed your eyes, enjoying his soft touch on your skin. It happened rarely that Elliot put his hands on you and if that was the case, you really appreciated it. You wanted to feel him. You wanted him to feel comfortable around you.

“You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” You heard his raspy voice talking.

“Thank you.”

You turned around and faced him, laying your hands on his cheeks and leaning forward to kiss his lips. You felt Elliot tensing at first, something he always used to do when you kissed him, but relaxed afterwards. You smiled as he responded, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss was sweet and innocent, heavenly and passionate. Elliot elicited feelings in you that nobody had done before.

You backed away slightly, resting your forehead against his. His breath tickled your face and you giggled. Elliot grinned.

“I’ll go changing and then we can cuddle and watch Netflix. Is that okay with you?” You inquired.

He nodded his head in agreement. Watching movies with you and having you in his arms was everything he could dream of.

2D, An Evolution

Phase 1: tol boi, brows on fleek, a sweet lovely, deserved better, dodgems king in the making, aesthetically angry


Phase 2: smooth n sexy rockstar, risen to fame, rocks n rolls w/ so much soul, winning the hearts of millions, edgy, fan favorite, beauty is impossible to capture


Phase 3: sad boi, afraid of many things, allergic to murdoc and whales, protect him, mysteriously has front teeth sometimes, distressed and questionably dressed, deserves a break, only friend is an iPad


Phase 4: h o o t y h o o

The cashier at the Daiso today told me she “liked my aesthetic”. I was caught off guard because I was in IRL at the time. Macintosh Plus begins to play in my head but I shake it away. “What was that?” I asked, and she clarified: “I said your aesthetic is on point.”

Bts reaction to the others checking you out

Request: Bts reaction to you wearing your shortest dress with a deep low cut in the front that shows off all your curves while on a night out with the rest of the boy and he catches them checking you out

A/n: Three out of four. It’s my present for the 4k


Jin

Yaaaaa…Heads down, no one loos. You,” pointing at you “go change.”

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Yoongi

*sends death glares* “Any of you continues to look at her, you’ll all die.”

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

Namjoon

“Y/n, go change. Now. Please baby. I won’t be able to protect you.”

Originally posted by kim-aris

Hoseok

*stares with the others. Then gives you his jacket, fast and neatly* “Well, too late for you to change baby.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jimin

“Mine. You, fuck off. Eyes off my baby.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Taehyung

“Jealous. You can all watch and be jealous. Suckers.”

Originally posted by missbaptan

Jungkook

“No way. No. Go back. That’s my dress. Only I want to see it. Please.”

Originally posted by nnochu


Masterlist

ANNOUNCMENT: TUMBLR IS REALLY SHITTY AND IT ERASED ALL YOUR REQUESTS. SO… I’M STARTING AGAIN. YOU CAN REQUEST BTS, EXO, GOT7, BLOCK B, PRODUCE 101 *boys*, iKON, WINNER AND BTOB. YOU HAVE 24 HOURS LEFT

The Dress

Hey guys! This is an imagine about the reader doing her best to tease her friend, Tom, because she’s unsure of his feelings for her, in a really hot dress. I’m not even going to lie to you, this story is pure smut? The middle is soft and sweet, but everything else is ?porn? I hope you like it!

The Dress

She and Tom had been ambling through the various art exhibits at her city’s center since before ten A.M., and after they were invited to a lavish restaurant with a group of their friends, she insisted that she change her clothes. From a simple, floral sundress, she slipped into something a little more uncomfortable while Tom waited in her living room, doing his best to keep his integrity and not to sneak a peek. Truth be told, he thought that she looked beyond fine in her sundress. The back dipped low and he could tell that she didn’t have a bra on, plus the flowing fabric of the dress shifted around as she walked and Tom enjoyed flashes of her smooth legs. She looked sweet and innocent, and there was something absolutely perverse in Tom that just wanted to mess it up. Alas, they had chosen to take it slow, so take it slow he tried.

    As soon as they had met, Tom knew that she was the only girl for him, but as of then, she wanted to focus solely on her education. He understood, of course, seeing as her schooling was on the same level of importance as his acting, and he didn’t want to disturb her. He couldn’t bare to be without her once he had began to know her, so he settled for being her friend, but he was positive that it was slowly killing him.

    She was the most kind-hearted person that he had ever come across, always doing what was needed to help others. Beyond that, he’s made the mistake of accompanying her on her trip across town to babysit her cousin’s children where he discovered that she was also the most nurturing soul out there. During their stay at her cousin’s home, he had watched as she simplified Philip Roth’s, ‘A Defender of the Faith,’ into terms so easily understood that four year olds could pick apart the intended theme. Beyond that, she answered all of their questions, even the ones that had him snorting under his breath, with complete respect and sincerity. It was right then that he could feel himself drifting into the haze love with her.

    He felt his heart warm towards her again when they went out for dessert and she took a bite of her sundae, eyes blissfully shut as her lips closed over the chilled spoon. As soon as her lashes fluttered open, she offered Tom the next bite. Ever since then, sharing had been their thing and it was hurling him into love with her.

    She wore his clothes, always giving them back smelling of her perfume. He borrowed her favorite books, films, and favorite places in the city to hide out and be alone. Time and time again, when he was in immediate need of a vehicle and couldn’t find one to rent fast enough, she had handed over her car keys without a second thought. Tom smiled as he waited for her to get dressed, fiddling with the ginormous copy of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories, a personal favorite of theirs to read.

In her room, she stood between two options. One dress was wholesome and cute, a typical outfit of hers, and the other was daring, sultry and, for lack of a better word, tiny. She hopelessly coveted Tom’s affection, but she was unsure of how to obtain it. Sure they had flirted from time to time, but she wanted to make him want her indefinitely, and if the dress would help her accomplish that, than so be it. He was all that was in her heart and all she wanted to do was to immerse him in love. Her best friend had encouraged her to purchase the dress for this very reason, and she refused to let something so pretty rot in the back of her closet. Slipping on some high heels and adding another coat of mascara, she exited her room.

“Are you ready, my love?” Tom called as he listened for the sound of heels clicking against her wood floors. He turned around and saw her before she could respond.

    She looked so lusciously risque that Tom couldn’t even form an eloquent thought in his brain. In the crest if the hallway, she stood in front of him wearing a dress so small and delicate that Tom was certainly convinced he could tear off her body using only his teeth, and sweet heavens, oh how he wanted to.

    “Holy mother of fucking hell,” Tom hissed through gritted teeth, “you’re going to fucking kill me, babydoll.”

    Truth be told, her dress had been located in the lingerie section of the store, but after sending photos of the dress to practically every contact in her phone, despite Tom, she decided it was approved nightwear. People wore less and got away with it all the time, she thought.

She was dressed in a soft, blush-toned, silk nightie that barely reached the top of her thighs. The straps were made of lace and the front dipped low so low that if she were to bend down to touch the floor, the dress would move to reveal her bellybutton. Her back was exposed, seeing as the nightie was backless and she’d made sure to get the next size up so it would be just baggy enough to show a little side-boob. The heels she wore were tall and nude, and they elongated her legs so well that they looked endless.

“Ready?” She chirped, making a show of swinging her hips as she walked past Tom, eager to unveil her dress’s scandalous lack of backing. She heard him mumble unintelligible curses once more.

“You, are you, wearing, you’re going to wear that out?” Tom asked as he locked the door, realizing that there was absolutely no way that he was going to make it through dinner with her when she was practically naked in front of him. He knew it was not his place, or anyone’s place, to dictate what she wore, but he was seriously concerned for his sanity at this point. He was either going to need to leave early or masturbate in the bathroom.

She cocked her head to the side to gaze up at him through her lower lashes, “yes, Tom,” she said, placing her hands on his chest, “why wouldn’t I? Don’t you like it?” She knew full well that she was laying it on thick, but she was determined to break him down.

He swallowed thickly. She was looking at him how he always imagined she’d look at him in bed. Her eyes were glossed over, she rolled her lower lip beneath her teeth, her chest moved rapidly up and down, she smelled like freshly picked daisies and Tom knew he was so beyond fucked. Was she doing this to him on purpose?

“I just don’t want you to be cold is all,” he stuttered out, which was true, but not his only unease about her napkin of a dress.

She’d thought this out as well. It had come to her understanding that Tom liked to see her in his clothes, so she smiled up at him, leaning even closer if humanly possibly and with her lips pressed an inch away from the base of his throat, uttered, “could I borrow your jacket? I don’t have one that’ll go with my outfit, but I really like yours.”

Tom coughed, “yeah, of course you can, sweet girl,” before removing his jean jacket and draping it across her shoulders, praying that she would at least button it up.

Curling her arms around Tom in a hug, she whispered words of thanks and left his coat perched gently atop her shoulder blades. She turned and began to make her way down the apartment complex’s hallway, not waiting for Tom to catch up.

“I’m going to die,” he mumbled before readjusting his jeans and hurrying after her.

On the walk there, she had teased him like no other, and Tom was becoming not only extremely hot, but very bothered.

First, she’d paused and asked him if he could check to see if her buckle on her heels was broken. She had rationed that she would do it herself, but her dress was too short. Once he’d knelt down, she’d shifted so that her leg was lifted almost over his shoulder and ruffled her hands through his hair, claiming that she needed to steady herself so she didn’t fall. She let out at airy groan as soon as his hand curled over her ankle to hold her still, brushing off his raised eyebrows as her just being sleepy. Tom had gotten a clear look at the white, lace panties she was wearing by accident, but he suspected she had done moved just so he would see.

Then, she had asked him if he could hold her phone for her, seeing as she had forgotten her bag. When Tom said that he could, she ignored his outstretched palm and slipped her phone directly into his jean pocket herself. Frankly, Tom was getting a little pissed off.

To make matters worse, when they rode up in the elevator together to reach the restaurant, they’d unluckily gotten stuck on the busiest ride. When he crowded into the corner, she had made sure to rub her bum against the bulge in his jeans the entire way up, apologizing when they got to their floor, telling him that she was just too close to the man in front of her. At this point, Tom knew better. He didn’t know what she was playing at, but he was going to demand to be informed as soon as they were alone.

He’d just have to make it through dinner.

    However, Tom couldn’t even make it through the appetizers before he demanded to speak with her alone. Their friends had taken notice to her attire immediately after she took off his coat because it was so different than what she normally wore and had teased the pair throughout the entirety of their time together.

    Everyone was well aware of their feelings for one another, and did their best to mush them together as often as possible. Due to their party being so large, she was practically sat on Tom’s lap and she offered him food straight from her fork, which wasn’t unusual for them, it just felt different tonight. There was nowhere Tom could put his hands without touching her bare skin and he’d just about lost his mind.

    Securing a firm hand around her waist, Tom yanked her back roughly against his chest, “we’re going out outside right now.” They were sat so close together that Tom could hear her heart beat faster.

    “Why?” She asked, her brow furrowing.

    Tom stood, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her away from their meal, “are you honestly asking me why?” He scoffed, grumbling out a half-assed lie about where and the reason that they needed to leave. Tom was all too prepared to endure the taunts from their friends, he didn’t care anymore.

    He led her through the sea of people, pushing past without a single ‘excuse me.’ Tom knew that he was being a dick but he didn’t have it in him to care. If she wanted to make it her mission to provoke him, as she clearly had, Tom was sure as hell going to let her know that she succeeded.

    As soon as they were far enough away from the crowd to not be overheard, he whipped around and exclaimed, “what the fuck is this about? Have I done something to you? Have you lost your mind?” Tom began to pace up and in front of her, “like I know you must realize what you’re doing to me?”

    All of her bashfulness returned. Teasing Tom all day had honestly worked her up too. He made her feel so wanted, and thoughts of him touching her and her touching him had wormed their way into her mind throughout their evening. She’d never thought that he would confront her about her actions, and now that he was, and he looked so good doing it, she didn’t know what to do with herself.

    “What do you mean?” She asked, focusing on the uneven sidewalk rather than to meet Tom’s gaze.

    Sighting a cramped corridor near behind a closed shop, Tom took ahold of her hand and dragged her into the corridor’s cover. Now, they wouldn’t be seen by anyone as long as they were quiet.

    He breathing hard and he knew he was pressed into her and she could feel his hardness poking against her leg. “Darling, don’t you dare play like that. I swear I’ll lose my mind,” he raked a hand through his hair, “well, more than I already have.”

    She gnawed on the inside of her cheek, knowing that as of right now, she could either be brave and possibly turn their friendship into something much larger, or she could apologize and have things stay the same. Harrison had mentioned that Tom had feelings for her right after they’d met, so she prayed that he still did.

    She fluttered her long eyelashes and stood on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. “Do you want me?” She asked, doing her best to make her voice as sultry as she could.

    Tom was hesitant to move from her touch. She smelled like freshly picked flowers, he could feel her breasts rise and fall with her intake of breath, and she was looking up at him through her lashes with parted lips and it was too much for him to handle. “What do you mean?”

    Her next sentence was almost impossible for her to choke out. She was losing her confidence, did he really not know what she meant or was he playing dumb to avoid hurting her feelings? “Do you wanna kiss me?” She averted her eyes before quickly adding, “it’s okay if you don’t.”

    “Sweetheart,” Tom started and she stumbled away from him, not even waiting to hear what he had to say.

    “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” She stuttered, ignoring his pleas for her to come back to him. She couldn’t believe that she had just spent the entire night humiliating herself.

    Tom jogged down the street after her, thanking the universe that the heels she wore were so high that she couldn’t really move too quickly without falling over. He curled a soft hand around her arm, pulling her back into his chest.

    “You didn’t stop and listen to me,” Tom chided, before wrapping another arm around her to keep her in place. “What I was going to ask you is where this is all coming from? You said you didn’t want anything other than friendship, and I don’t want this to be just a one night thing. You mean too much to me for that. I’m just confused is all.”

    “I wanna be with you, Tom, isn’t that obvious? I really like you, and I just thought that if you didn’t like me, maybe this would help?” Her eyes were tearing, her brain was melting and her hands shook. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but him.

    Tom let out a belly laugh, “what are you talking about? Of course I like you, I’ve been telling my mum for months that I love you! This is ridiculous, you didn’t need to do all this!” Tom exclaimed, his words not registering in his mind until a soft ‘oh’ fell from her lips.

    “Can, could, you, do you want to say that again?” She stammered, covering his lips tenderly with her own before Tom even had a chance to respond. Breaking away almost as soon as she started, she took his cheeks in her palms and whispered, “I love you.”

    Everything was happening so rapidly, and Tom firmly grasped her waist and pulled her in to kiss him. They made-out so furiously on the sidewalk that they got numerous honks and catcalls from passing cars and bikers alike.

    Tom groaned into her mouth when her body brushed up against the hardness constricted by his black jeans. “I love you and I wanted our first kiss to be romantic, but I swear to god darling, if we keep at this, I’m going to ruin these pants.”

    She kissed the corner of his mouth before taking his hand and pulling him behind the corridor Tom had found a few minutes before. As soon as the corridor’s pillars provided them coverage, she sank to her knees in front of Tom. “I’ve never done this before, so you’re going to have to teach me.”

    “No, no, I didn’t mean that you had to do this, not if you don’t want to,” Tom said, urging her to get up as the image of her on her knees for him made his jeans even tighter, if that was even possible anymore. He couldn’t imagine her doing it to him here, well he could, but he didn’t want her to feel obligated to suck him off before she was ready, especially seeing as this was her first time.

    “Tom,” she said, without budging, “I want to. I think about it all the time.”

    He cursed again, the thought of her getting off to thoughts of him was almost too much. Tom palmed himself through his jeans.

    “Just tell me how you want me,” She said, her voice sounding as Tom imagined silk would feel against his skin.

    “Fuck,” he mumbled, “you’re sure? If you wanna stop, just say so and I’ll be okay with it.” Tom bent down to kiss her, already planning to reciprocate back at her apartment. “I’m not going to last long because you’ve been prancing around nearly naked all night long.”

    A blush spread across her cheeks as she began to undo his jeans.

    Tom moaned as soon as she touched him, and he moaned even louder when the warmth of her mouth slid down his length. “Fucking hell, baby,” he rasped out, begining to instruct her on how to take him.

    After about ten minutes, he was done. He was struggling to still his hips and his hands had tangled themselves into her shiny locks, and Tom knew that he was going to finish. He swore that if she gagged again, he’d blow right there.

    “You’ve done so well, sweetheart,” Tom groaned, removing a hand from her hair to place it on the hollows of her cheek. “Let me finish it.”

    She didn’t halt her movements but Tom could tell that she was confused. At this point, she was taking him so deep that he could feel her fluttering lashes against his skin.

    “No, darling, I’m going to cum. If you don’t wanna swallow, you need to stop.” Tom advised, not having the willpower to move away from her heavenly mouth.

    On that note, she started bobbing her head even faster, and taking Tom so far back that he was almost positive he was going to hit the back of her throat. He cursed, unable to form a coherent sentence, all he could think of her how good she felt. A moment later, he came down her throat, and she sucked him off even through that.

    When she released him from the slickness of her mouth, the first thing Tom did was bend down to kiss her swollen lips. “I fucking love you,” he groaned breathlessly.

    Her eyes closed and she drifted into the warmth of his touch, “tell me again.” And Tom did, helping her to her feet and removing the jean jacket she’d given back to him at the restaurant. Tom helped her slide it on and buttoned it up almost all the way.

    He kissed her nose, “what do you want to do, my love?”

    She beamed shyly up at him, “can we go home and do it again?”

    Tom pressed an openmouthed kiss to her neck, “oh yeah, baby, you haven’t had your turn yet.”

   


5

oh, i love it when he says so seriously, with his gun in my back, “honey, close your eyes and think of england. just for one second.” oh, louis, louis, do you love me? louis quartorze, make love to me 👄❤

A History of Violence

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader - A/B/O

(part one of two)

Summary: You and Sam are a bonded pair with four children. You’re both interrogated by the police who are convinced that Sam and Dean are running a criminal enterprise.

This falls into the same AU as The Brown Bottle, Moonlight and The Derby

Warnings: Language, violence, murder, dom/sub overtones. mentions of: knotting, breeding, claiming, giving birth

Words: 3800+

Beta: The always wonderful @saxxxology

Your name: submit What is this?



The Raid

It’s just after one in the afternoon and you’re cutting the crust from a peanut butter sandwich. “Liam, you want jelly on yours?”

You son looks up from up his sea of building blocks with a grimace on his face. “No!”

“Alright, no jelly,” you confirm. His cheeks are pink, hair stuck to his forehead. The air conditioning broke two days ago and Sam promised to have one of his guys come by to look at it by tonight. “You look hot buddy, why don’t you come in here.”

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The Painting

Hi babes!💘 this is a smutty oneshot about the reader ignoring Tom when she gets an idea for a new painting, and Tom only wanting to gain her attention more! A small argument and sexy time ensues! I hope that you guys like it!👼🏻

The Painting

When Tom had come home, he’d found her with her hair tossed messily into a bun, stains of color smeared across her skin, and standing in front of a rather large canvas dressed in an imbrued art smock. The smock in which his girlfriend sported was backless, and Tom was delighted to find that she was wearing nothing but a pair of sheer, pink panties and bobby socks beneath it. He not only had a clear view of her legs, but her bum as well, and there was absolutely no way Tom thought that he would be complaining about anything when she was in such a state, but, there he was, complaining.
“Baby,” Tom whined, flopping into the nearest chair to her, “pay attention to me. I’ve spent my entire day missing you and now you’re barely even speaking to me.”
She sighed, scrunching up her nose and pursing her lips, scrutinizing the piece of art in front of her. Crossing the room to mix together a concoction of red, pink, silver and white paint to create the perfect rosy tint, she answered Tom. “You know that I’m not trying to ignore you, I love you. It’s just that I think I may finally be breaking through the weird mental block I’ve had for a while.”
Tom nodded, understanding that she supported his artistic expressions, so he would have to buck up and support hers. It wasn’t as if he was unhappy with her painting, in fact, he was the exact opposite. He was thrilled to see her final product, and he loved seeing the spark of imagination light up her eyes, but as Tom said before, he missed her so much. Their time together had always been limited and he was jealous that her painting was receiving more attention than he was, considering that she could spend a million and one hours with her painting at her leisure, but she had maybe 90 something hours with him .
She plopped down into Tom’s lap and kissed him on the cheek, “you can mix the paints if you wanna.”
Tom held the spatula that his girlfriend had handed over to him, and did his best to focus on following her directions, while defying the feeling of his girlfriend in basically squirming around on his lap while she glided her soft, warm lips up and down the base of his throat in between her orders.
“Can I see what you’ve done so far?” Tom asked, curious as to what she was even painting.
Her kisses paused briefly, and then started up again between the words she said, “No! You can only see once I’m finished. I want it to be a surprise.”
Tom groaned, “is this good?” he motioned the colors he’d mixed. When she nodded, she made sure to turn her head to press a heavy, hot kiss to Tom’s lips before she hopped off of him. Sliding a hand down his face, Tom got up to leave the room. If he’d stayed there any longer, the images of her bending over in next to nothing would make him too hard to bare, so he decided that while she painted, he would busy himself with whatever nonsense that he came into contact with.
It had been a day and a half since her art project began, and since then, Tom had learned how assemble both a dresser and a cabinet, fixed every leaky faucet and broken appliance in her apartment, and had perfected a few random recipes he’d stumbled across on the internet. He was going out of his mind.
As time went on, she became even more and more appetizing to him. She was passionate and focused and Tom was, at that point, hard. No matter how many hot showers, cold showers, or even baths he’d taken, it wasn’t enough for him. Tom felt that if he didn’t have the real her soon, he’d burst into flames or melt into a puddle of sticky goo that would stain her carpet.
A few hours later, he heard the pitter patter of her socked feet rushing to meet him in the bedroom. Laying across her bed, Tom rolled over onto his side and peered at her smiling face when she entered the room.
“Tom, I need you.” She said, a blissful expression warming her features.
He quirked a brow at her, “oh yeah? What for, my darling, little love?” He looked her up and down, taking in the paint soils splashed all over her body, the exposed skin of her legs, her lack of bra, and hoped her response would indicate that she needed him to take her.
She rushed forward and knelt down by his bedside, taking his hand in hers, “help me with the painting, I’m just about finished.” She kissed his knuckles and laid her head onto her mattress.
“I thought that I wasn’t allowed to see it until it was all done?” Tom said confusedly.
“I know what I said, but I’ve changed my mind. The painting needs your special touch!” As she got up off the floor, still holding his hand, Tom could think of more than a few things that could use his special touch.
When she finally brought him to a stop in front of her painting, Tom understood why she hasn’t allowed him near it. He could tell that the figures trapped within her canvas were lovers, even though they appeared to be more similar to florets than people. All the colors were soft and romantic, and he could see that she had added a tinge of shimmer to particular images, so the painting looked mystical and otherworldly. Truth be told, if he’d gotten anywhere close to it earlier in the day, he would’ve messed it up.
“Darling,” Tom breathed out, desperately trying to figure out how to express the level of his admiration to her, “I just don’t know how you manage to be so fucking magical all the time. It’s beautiful, I love it, but I’m afraid that me just standing this close to it will ruin it. Unless you need me to lift it, I don’t know how to help you.” Tom bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead, moving to tuck some of her untamed fringe back behind her ear, where he couldn’t help himself but press a kiss to her earlobe as well.
Tugging his mouth back down onto hers, she mumbled in between long kisses, “help me just fill in a few spots, then it’s yours. I read somewhere that if someone helps you complete a task, the task, or in this case, the painting, will make that person think of you.” She broke away from Tom for a brief moment, and Tom heard her airly whisper into the crook of his neck, “I wanna make you think of me.”
Tom’s eyes opened and he guided her body away from his, “what are you talking about?” He was so genuinely puzzled that his confusion took the place of his desire to have her until the sun came up. “I always think of you. Literally, always. Ask anyone I work with, I never shut up about you.”
“Okay,” she said, disbelief laced firmly into her tone. Grabbing a paintbrush, she leaned into Tom to kiss him again.
“No, no, baby. Honestly, do you not believe me?” Tom was growing so perplexed that he was starting to get angry. “I love you, do I not tell you enough or something?” He knew that he was being abrasive and slightly over sensitive, but he didn’t know why she was playing as if Tom didn’t care for her.
Groaning, she walked out of Tom’s reach and back to where she stored her varying paints. “Tom, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“Uhm, nope. I’m going to worry about this because I’m pretty sure that this is something most couples in a healthy relationship would speak about.” Tom said, moving to stand in front of her.
“Let’s not do this,” she said, pushing her art smock’s strap back up to it’s proper place on her shoulder.
“No, no, let’s!” Tom declared.
“Tom, no! There is literally no point to this argument, if you don’t want to help, it’s cool.” She stood onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the corner of Tom’s unprepared lips. “See? It’s all good,” she said, going around Tom and back to her mostly filled in canvas.
“Please, can you just talk to me, darling?” Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her body to him as tightly as he could without crushing her. “I love you and what’s important to you is what’s important to me. So please, please clue me in.”
The girl didn’t even need to turn around to feel his puppy dog eyes burning a hole into her back. “Fine,” she said shortly, “when ‘Homecoming’ drops, you’re going to be huge, bigger than you already are. Like you’ve said before, life is going to change and nobody can say for sure what will and will not change, only that there will be changes, and if life makes you go away, at least you’ll have this painting. At least I’ll be remembered as the girl who painted you the weirdly rosy painting.”
Tom was so stunned that he couldn’t think of one appropriate thing to say. “Are you serious? Sounds like you’re pretty sure you know what’s going to happen with us, huh, smart girl?” He knew that getting mad wasn’t going to help the situation, but his feelings were hurt that she thought he’d drop her just like that.
Removing his hands from her body, Tom turned, “fuck it, that is so irritating. I am not leaving you, and unless you plan on ditching me, I think that we’re going to be together for more than a long while, darling.” He sneered, pacing back and forth across the limited space her living room provided. “This is ridiculous, you’re so intelligent, so why you’ve gotten that into your head, I have no idea. I’ve made sure to factor you into nearly all aspects of literally everything I do, now why do you think that is?”
She knew that she was being dumb, but she couldn’t help it. She was so paranoid that Tom would be out one day and he would come across someone shiny and new, and then he’d realize that being with her was not what he wanted anymore. When she started her painting, her only goal had been to give Tom something that would leave an imprint of her in his mind, so that no matter what happened with them in the future, she would still be apart of him.
Her eyes grew glassy and tears threatened to boil over her waterline and smudge her mascara. She was mad at herself for being so insecure, and for possibly ruining her relationship with the one thing she’d meant to sort of bandage over her issues, and she couldn’t come up with a statement to justify herself to Tom.
Tom looked over to her figure, standing in front of the pink canvas, frilled bobby socks and lacy blue panties in all. Even though he was both pissed off and taken aback by her behavior, Tom couldn’t deny the urge to just slam himself into and make her understand she was the only person on the planet for him. Muttering, “oh, for fucks sake,” Tom marched purposefully over to her and smashed his lips roughly down onto hers.
Yanking her hair out of it’s rubber confinement, he broke away from her to watch it tumble down in waves to frame her face. Forcing her to look into his eyes by pressing a finger beneath her chin, Tom practically growled, “I am not going anywhere without you in my life. It’s like they say on that one soap opera that never seems to end, you’re my person. Couldn’t leave you to save my life, I’d come back to you forever.” He looked into her eyes, trying to find better words to make her understand that he was completely and utterly dead serious. “Get it?”
Her lips were puffy and her skin was still soft, despite being nearly every color of the rainbow and Tom was going to rip that smock off her body if it was the last thing he did. He could tell that she was humiliated that she let her paranoia get the best of her, and Tom, for a brief thought thought that she deserved it for thinking so lowly of their relationship. He only stopped once he took into account that if the roles were reversed, he’d be a snivelling mess of a human being because she was an angel among humans. He didn’t deserve her, but then again, surely no one else did either.
Tom’s grip on her calmed and he lovingly pried the paintbrush out of her hand and shuffled her around in his arms so that she too faced her masterpiece. “We’re going to paint this together,” Tom said, as his hands began softly untying the knot of her smock. “I’m going to continue thinking of you always and forever, even though you’re still going to be my girl and I’ll still be undeniably yours. Got it?”
Her eyes fell shut and she gasped when she felt Tom’s mouth press adoringly wet kisses to her exposed shoulders. She arched her back as one of Tom’s hands moved to the front of her body to knead her breasts. Blinking her eyes open, she saw that Tom’s other hand was still clutching the paintbrush and that he was currently dipping its tip into a circle of paint. “Answer me,” Tom ordered, sinking his teeth into her skin.
“Got it, got it, got it,” she rambled out dreamily. “Gonna be your girl forever.”
Maneuvering her slightly so that his view of the canvas would be clearer, Tom began to paint the little empty spaces she’d left for him with long brushstrokes. “That’s right sweetheart, my girl forever.” Switching hands, Tom held her to him with the hand that was also holding the paintbrush, and yanked the closest chair in arm’s reach over to where they stood. Sitting down, Tom guided her around to face him before pulling her onto his lap.
Her cheeks were rosy from a mix of blush and paint and her lips were parted and her chest was heaving. Her gaze flicked up and down Tom’s body so obviously that he had to smirk. Forcing her closer, Tom brought his hips closer to hers and watched as she subconsciously leaned into him, bracing her hands on his chest.
She shuffled a bit further onto his lap, so that she was aligned perfectly with the bulge in his jeans. Letting out a gasp, her hips bucked against him and she bit down on her lip to prevent another louder gasp from escaping.
Tom’s arms constricted themselves around her, one went around her waist and the other tangled itself into her hair. “I think the painting is finished.”
Not even turning to look, she nodded, breathing out a response so faint that Tom couldn’t even make it out. She slid a hand under Tom’s shirt to trace over the lines of defined muscle on his stomach. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I don’t know why my head makes me think things like that.”
Tom kissed her tenderly on both cheeks before placing an even softer kiss to her mouth, “it’s alright, darling. I don’t know why I got so mad before. I honestly don’t know how my head would make me think if our roles were reversed.”
“I’ll love you forever,” she said, rolling her hips onto Tom’s lap.
“I’ll love you for some time after that,” Tom chuckled, his hips beginning to meet hers. “But don’t take my word for it,” Tom began to litter kisses up and down her throat while he reached up to untie her smock, “let me show you how fucking much I love you.”
“Okay,” she said, her lips covering Tom’s as his hands tore the art smock from her body. Their hips collided as their clothes became one with her floor, and the rosy painting in front of them was to be hung and framed in the apartment that they came to share.

Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

Other Chapters: 1 

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Facebook Reveal

So I wrote a supercorp THING based on this post because it made me irrationally happy: 

(Original post here for credit)

I thought a facebook crack reveal would be hilarious and fun, and apparently so did a few of you SO, I did it. Enjoy <3 :) 

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Jealousy Induced Hickey Attack (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Title: Jealousy Induced Hickey Attack [ REQUESTED by @no-other-names-available ]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Genre: Fluff

MASTERLIST

I am so sorry this is so late. I’ve been swamped with school lately and just started my two weeks long term break so here’s the super overdue request! I hope it’s up to your standards! 

Now, if you thought Bucky was on the down low in the Avengers Tower, (Y/N) was probably even more scarce in this hero-filled compound. She was this quiet girl that was always trying to go under the radar. If she wasn’t summoned, she was hidden.

It isn’t easy to keep secrets or stay hidden in a tower where its residents are not only skilled spies but are also incredibly nosey individuals. But perhaps it was because (Y/N), and Bucky had close to no interactions with each other, that no one thought it was close to probable that the duo was together.


Stark’s over the top parties were no stranger to anyone that were somewhat part of his social circle. Tonight was once again a night of lavish partying and endless flow of food and alcohol.

(Y/N) was off in her little reading nook on the second level that overlooked the entire ongoing party. She was in her usual oversized sweater that fell to the mid of her thighs, her hair in a messy ponytail, her new book in her hands as she thumbed the same page for the past 20 minutes.

Her gaze was fixed on a large figure that was sitting at the open bar, next to Captain America himself. Bucky was nursing his drink while continuing his hushed conversation with his best friend. He was back facing (Y/N) and failed to notice a pretty lady clad in a tight red dress making her way towards the soldier.

Seeing the scene unfolding in front of her, (Y/N)’s brows furrowed and a deep frown settled on her face. The page she was thumbing crumpling slightly as her fists clenched, her gaze not leaving her lover.

The red dress lady has now settled next to Bucky, her long legs crossed, dress sliding up her thighs. She placed her hand on his shoulder, fingers fluttering playful as she leaned over to whisper into Bucky’s somewhat rigid body.

At that scene unfolding before her, (Y/N)’s book fell to the floor with a loud thud and the two super soldiers didn’t miss the dull sound that came echoing from the upper level.

Bucky’s widening eyes met (Y/N)’s glossy ones and that was all it took for the super soldier to hastily get off the bar stool and make his way to her.

He followed his lover with wide steps as the girl rushed to the comforts of her room, not paying mind to his confused best friend he left behind.

Bucky quickly slipped into (Y/N)/s room before her door slammed shut, enveloping the sobbing girl in his warm chest as he sealed her lips with his, tipping her over to king sized bed, mumbles of sorry falling from his lips.


The warm sunlight shined in the room, falling on the faces of the entwined lovers, stirring the girl from her slumber. Blinking her sleepiness away, (Y/N)’s eyes focused on the broad chest her face was resting on during the night.

Her cheeks had a dust of pink as she remembered the ministrations the night before. In a jealous frenzy, the usually shy (Y/N) was more forward than usual. She didn’t want to be that damsel that couldn’t voice out what she wanted, showed people who she cared for.

Despite those thoughts that flitted through her mind the night before, the blush that peppered her cheeks were still a prominent shade of pink.

As she burrowed her heated face into Bucky’s chest, the soldier stirred from his sleep, attention focusing on the girl enclosed in his arms.

“Mornin’ doll.” he murmured, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead, his lips upturned into a satisfied smile.

Her reply came back muffled as her face was still buried in Bucky’s wide chest. At that, Bucky let out a deep chuckle, lightly pulling the embarrassed girl away from him, his other hand tucking her fallen hair behind her ear.

With a sneaky grin on his face, Bucky playfully flipped his body around, pressing (Y/N) against the bed and hovered over her.

Stretching out his body, Bucky said, “So doll, what’s with the hickey attack last night?” a handsome smirk hung on his lips.

(Y/N) grabbed the sheets that have fallen to the side of their bed with lightning speed and wiggled her way out of Bucky’s caged arms. Wrapping her white sheets around her bare body, she lightly pecked Bucky’s cheek and scampered her way to the attached bathroom, leaving a shocked Bucky behind.  


The couple made their separate ways to the dining area of the tower much to Bucky’s dismay, and as he stepped into the kitchen area, his ears picked up the voices of the group of nosy Avengers he called his family.

Bucky was dressed in a white tank top to counter the heat from the summer day and sauntered to his seat next to his secret girlfriend.

He reached over to grab the jug of juice placed away from him causing all the heroes to stop short during their chatter and stare at the super soldier with wide eyes.

Being the first to recover from the shock, Tony smugly called out to Bucky “So Tinman, whats with the purple spots decorating you? Is it that sexy red dress’s work? Where’s the woman of the hour?”

Before Bucky could deny Tony’s claims, the usually quiet (Y/N)’s voice came through quickly “What sexy red dress?! Bucky’s mine!”

Right as that slipped from her lips, (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock, the tips of her ear a bright red as she covered her face with her hands.

Hearing that vocal declaration coming out from his shyer partner, Bucky couldn’t help but push put his chest in pride. All of a sudden, a flurry of comments came at the couple from all corners of the dining table.

Ignoring the group of noisy Avengers, Bucky stood up and turned towards his now not-so-secret girlfriend and scooped her out of her seat.

“I’m bringing my girlfriend back to our room. We’ll be skipping out on dinner and lunch.” Bucky called out, a smug grin on his face, as he takes wide strides back to his bedroom, with a flushed (Y/N) in his arms.



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Prom?

Group: BTS

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Requested: Anonymous asked: Hi! I’m absolutely loving your fanfics they always bright up my day💞! Can I request? (But just If You have time) Can you write an imagine where you have a really big crush on the schools most popular kid Jungkook and He ask you to go to prom with him? Thank You!💕🌹

Summary: You don’t have a date to prom and neither does Jeongguk, yet.

Genre: fluff

Length: 1.2k

A/N: thank you anon and I hope you enjoy <3

Originally posted by pjkook

“I’ve narrowed it down to five dresses,” after she had been hushed due to talking in the library, your friend glanced over her computer screen to see if you had heard her. But she saw your frown as you glared at your phone, upon seeing this reaction she instantly shut her computer with a click, moving over to you as she saw the crestfallen look on your face, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

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