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My fav cosplays from day 3 of Anime North!

Yura is my angry son and omg that Yuuri in the Stammi Vicino outfit just about killed me.

Chrome was literally too adorable for words, male Chloe was too hot to exist, and Thor with hedgehog is my new favourite thing ever. The hedgehog belonged to someone else (they had a carrier that looked like a pokeball and I almost screamed when I saw it) who wanted him to take a pic with it. He probably didn’t even have to pose, I’m pretty sure that was his actual reaction to getting to hold that adorable hedgehog XD

If anyone knows any of the cosplayers in the pics, please lemme know so I can tag them <3

Part 1 | Part 2

@mellorad encouraged me to and helped me set up my own streaming channel! In order to try it out, she got to request a drawing and wished for a Mustang waiting for a date with Elizabeth – I loved the idea (of course).
Woohoo to minimalistic text backgrounds hhh

More fan art! This is my fan art blog (mostly) after all… Well, have you seen Villainous? What do you think? I’m pretty proud it’s Mexican (I’m not Mexican btw I’m Latinoamerican - Chile if you wanna be specific) and I hope it will become more popular when it airs on Cartoon Network LA.

So, Dr Flug! I think it’s my favourite character so far. I like shy cuties and masked people plus he has to be smart to create that stuff so he’s pretty much perfect. I dressed him as Black Hat because I like his outfit haha. Pretty sure BH is gonna be angry about it.

I have an excuse to write in Spanish as well! He says: do you think I look good? Yes, yes, of course.

Anyways thanks for the support people! Soon I will install a Ko-fi button! 

hamilton + marriage proposal headcanons

masterlist

you had to know this one was coming next.

alexander

  • he does it in a public place of course
  • literally in the middle of the food court
  • it really wasnt safe to carry it in his pocket in the mall but. he did it anyway
  • he gets down on one knee
  • in the f o od court
  • and because of that you genuinely think hes just tying his shoe
  • who the fuck proposes in a food court surrounded by teenagers who might get wrong ideas and french fries
  • apparently alexander hamilton
  • so you’re looking around and waiting for him to finish 
  • and when you look back theres a box in his hand
  • and he… takes out a… folded up piece of paper…
  • ITS A POEM…….
  • and he READS IT OUT LOUD and its so CUTE but youre also SO EMBARRASSED because theres a part about how much he LOVES YOU IN BED
  • and after what felt like six hours he finally just says… “will you marry me?”
  • you hug him and pull him very close
  • (you mainly want him to shut up and for him to not talk about you in the nude in public anymore)
  • (he will ask you if it took too long. say yes. it was. he will then say “you know what else is long”)

john

  • this boy…
  • is so romantic…
  • he puts his heart into everything he does!!!
  • so he takes you to a little hillside in a park or in the countryside
  • and takes you for a picnic and everything is really nice
  • he packed all of your favourite foods and drinks and desserts and hes wearing a really nice white dress shirt and black pants
  • theres a little letter at the bottom of the basket he wants you to read
  • the dedication is really cute (”to the love of my life”)
  • but when you finish reading the letter… he is gone?
  • you are clearly very worried and you stand up and start looking around frantically 
  • and he is behind you and behind him is laf, alex, and herc
  • they’re all wearing…. matching outfits….
  • he starts s i n g ing and da nc ing
  • and when the song is finished he rushes over to you and gives you a big hug
  • and he keeps going
  • he gets down on one knee and has the BIGGEST, HAPPIEST GRIN ON HIS FRECKLED FACE 
  • and when he asks you to marry him
  • you’re probably blubbering and maybe crying because its so goddamn cute and hes so goddamn cute and hes like ”oh god did i do something wrong”
  • and you just shake your head and say yes, you do want to marry him
  • and the boys are in the background smiling, and sweating after all of the choreo they did
  • seriously. they’d been practicing for weeks.
  • (they said john even yelled at them once because he wanted it to be perfect)

lafayette

  • if there’s. ANYONE who is going to ask you to marry him in a restaurant
  • it’s lafayette.
  • he takes you out to a really fancy dinner
  • and you both dress up really nice
  • and you get what you swear to god is the nicest food you’ve ever eaten
  • and you laugh and smile and talk throughout dinner
  • but he seems… somewhat…. nervous and awkward
  • and he’s normally this smooth talking guy
  • and its… very suspicious
  • and its even MORE suspicious when he says he forgot his wallet and that you have to pay
  • and you’re like “…. alright???? …. i geuss?????”
  • he apologizes a lot, more than he ever has before
  • and when the bill comes in the lil wallet holder folder thing made of leather
  • and you start rummaging through your wallet for the money
  • he looks very panicked that you actually are going to pay
  • and he’s like “no no y/n please look in the folder thing please”
  • and you open it and tHERES A RING SITTING THERE ON TOP OF THE BILL
  • and he snatches it before you can do anything and proposes in front of everyone!!!
  • (you see a few waitresses cry)
  • (he repeats over and over that he doesn’t actually want you to pay)
  • (kiss him. he deserves it. he was so scared.)

hercules

  • you are completely alone when he proposes.
  • he just… does it in your living room?
  • he steps out of the bedroom and he has a shirt in his hands
  • and he’s quietly like “y/n i made this for you can you try it on?”
  • and you take it and somehow wrestle it onto your body
  • you don’t even know whats on it. you just look at him and tell him it fits
  • and he’s like “go look in the mirror and tell me if you like it”
  • and when you go to the bathroom and look in the mirror it says “will you marry me?” in big sparkly pink font
  • when you go back out hes wearing… a MATCHING SHIRT…
  • and he’s already down on one knee and you approach him
  • and he hits you with the pick up line he said when you first met
  • and you BURST into laughter
  • once you’ve calmed down he’s like “in all seriousness y/n… will you marry me?”
  • and when you say yes, he j u mp s up and tackles you onto the couch
  • (like it actually slightly hurt a little bit) 
  • and he’s very apologetic
  • and to make it up to you he starts kissing you everywhere he can reach
  • (he made the shirt very revealing… for a reason)

angelica

  • its going to be big.
  • its going to be very big because she has to live up to her own high standards that she and everyone else has set for herself
  • so she takes you to a really busy tourist destination
  • that you’ve probably been to a million times
  • and you’re like “ok nice can we go now angelica”
  • and she’s like hang on… i’m waiting for something
  • and when you’re probably starting to get really annoyed because you’ve been there for the longest time
  • music starts playing that wasn’t playing before
  • and its your favourite love song
  • (whatever genre, whatever artist, your favourite song is playing)
  • and you’re like wow angelica this is really funny huh? its my favourite song
  • and she gulps, really loudly, and takes you by the hands
  • and sits you down in a chair in the MIDDLE OF THE BUSY PART OF THE TOURIST DESTINATION THAT WASN’T THERE BEFORE
  • and peggy and eliza emerge from the crowd
  • and, for you, they sing the rest of your favourite love song with beautiful harmony and really cute and simple dance moves
  • and by the end everyone around you is clapping and you’re clapping but still you’re…. probably confused because… why did she serenade you in public
  • and angelica gets down on one knee
  • and she asks you to marry her in the most simple phrase
  • just straight up. “Will you marry me”
  • you stand up and nod
  • and when you say yes everyone EXPLODES
  • and everyone is cheering and clapping and she kisses you and you’re both laughing
  • (”was it good y/n” “yes angelica” “are you sure cuz if it wasn’t good then i can redo it” “angelica it was great” “are you satisfied” “ye s”)

eliza

  • the two of you are out for coffee and you both are having a good time
  • laughing and typing away at your laptops or doing work
  • and eliza excuses herself to go to the bathroom
  • and so you’re texting on your phone waiting for her to come back
  • when one of the baristas calls your name even though you didnt order another drink
  • but you go over and retrieve the cup that is apparently yours
  • and try to take a sip from it because like… free drink hell yeah
  • but theres…. nothing inside but this little hollow noise???
  • so with an eyebrow raised, you take off the lid, and there’s this… beautiful ring at the very bottom.
  • like, it probably shouldn’t be there because if someone got the wrong cup, they would not return it
  • you know the ring is for you and that it’s from eliza but you… can’t see her? 
  • even the barista seems confused?
  • and then she shyly emerges from the bathroom and is like “DO YOU LIKE IT Y/N” across the entire cafe
  • and you’re like… “yes eliza i love it”
  • and so she runs on over and takes the cup from your hands and pulls the ring out
  • and she doesnt get down on one knee but she does help you sit up on the counter top
  • and she’s like “you know what i love? you”
  • and then she proposes. and she’s blushy and really flushed and has the goofiest, sweetest smile suspended on her face and she talks about how helpless you make her feel 
  • and when you say yes, she does this lil dance and picks you up by the waist and spins you around
  • and then she realizes she can’t carry you because she is smol!!! so you climb down
  • and she slips the ring onto your finger and kisses you and she tastes like hot chocolate
  • and its… amazing

thomas

  • he just got back from a really long business trip
  • and hes been away for weeks
  • and when you go to pick him up at the airport
  • hes sweaty, and his hair is kind of flat, and he looks more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him
  • but he still looks so happy to see you
  • and when you guys are hugging, he whispers “what’d i miss” into your ear
  • (which is an ongoing joke between the two of you)
  • and you whisper “you missed me” in return
  • and you feel his smirk grow against your cheek
  • but when you finally pull away after about ten years of hugging
  • hes not smiling and he says, very seriously, “i never want to have to miss you that much ever again”
  • and he gets down on one knee and opens a small pocket of his suitcase
  • and pulls out a ring.
  • and he says this big long speech about how much he loves you
  • and how much he missed you
  • and every little thing about you he loves
  • (and backs it up with evidence)
  • eventually, he’s almost fallen asleep when he says, “will you marry me?”
  • and you get down so you’re level with him and you say “yes, thomas, i’ll marry you. now let’s go home”
  • (when he wakes up the next morning he double-checks to make sure you said yes)
  • (you say yes, you did say yes. “did you miss that thomas?”)

madison

  • lets face it.
  • this man probably wouldn’t go out of his way to propose
  • he loves you, of course, but you know that
  • and he knows that very much
  • and he doesnt feel the need to prove it to you with some big declaration?
  • (”i bet hamilton would do something lame like serenade you or read a poem, pssh”)
  • so you’re most likely in your bed just cuddling
  • and when you begin to pull away to get water or get changed, he looks over and just goes
  • “marry me?”
  • and you fall back into bed and tell him that you’d love to.
  • (he doesnt have the ring yet)
  • (he promises he will take you shopping when he’s not working)
  • (he works a lot)
  • (it will take a very long time to get your ring)
  • (he also doesnt want to go out when hes sick cuz he doesnt wanna cough all over really expensive rings)
  • (he apologizes profusely)
  • (tell him you love him anyway)
  • (and kiss him)

aaron

  • he is very shy
  • and has been carrying around the ring for months.
  • literally. months.
  • (he’s afraid you’re going to say no)
  • (like, very afraid you’re going to say no)
  • (he doesn’t put himself out like this a lot)
  • and hes also been waiting for the perfect moment!!
  • so one day you’re in a bookstore you both like
  • and amidst the stacks of books and paper
  • he gets down one on knee and is biting his lip because hes so nervous…
  • but he does it anyway!!! because he loves you!!! and really wants to marry you!!!
  • he wants it more than anything in his life!!!
  • he has a really!!! really cute and cliche speech about how much he loves you
  • talks about how beautiful you are every ten words
  • explains to you that you are the best thing in his life and never wants to lose you!!! but stutters his way through it
  • wants to put the ring on your finger while hes kneeling and… kisses your ring finger oh gosh…
  • he may… stay on the ground……. ???
  • (he wants you to either meet him on the ground or pull him up)
  • (pull him up by the collar and kiss him. he will smile so wide after)
  • (he might ask you later if it was romantic enough. tell him yes.)
Helping Hands

Reid x Reader smutty smut smut

“No. You cannot go to a gig dressed like that”

Your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid looked down at his outfit and then back up at you. He was dressed in smart slacks and a shirt, with dress shoes on his feet. You on the other hand were dressed in a denim skirt, leggings, a vest top and an oversized hoody. Converse hi-tops completed your look.

For your last birthday Spencer had presented you with two tickets to see your favourite band Muse performing. They didn’t tour America that often so when they’d announced a tour, you’d been desperate to get tickets only to discover that they’d sold out pretty much straight away. Reid however had been one step ahead of the game knowing it was your birthday in a few weeks. He’d set Penelope Garcia on to the case, her somehow jamming the server for other users until she’d purchased two tickets. Naturally, you’d chosen to take him.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

You shook your head, it wasn’t that he didn’t look nice. He just looked….. “It’s too smart, too over dressed for a gig”

You marched him back down the hallway to his apartment, striding into his bedroom and throwing open the closet doors. You knew he owned jeans, you’d seen them at least twice before. You found them eventually, slinging them at him and searched for a t-shirt finding a plain black one which would do and tossing that at him as well. Spying a grey cardigan on the back of the closet door, you instructed him to wear that, along with his converse and you left his room so he could change.

He emerged five minutes later looking like a completely different guy. He looked good though, he hair slightly messier from tugging the t-shirt on and the jeans hugged his frame nicely. You nodded your approval and the two of you set off to the gig.

Four hours later and you were grinning from ear to ear as Spencer drove you both home. Your ears were ringing, your lower back was on fire from standing up for so long but you’d had the best time ever. The band had been amazing, belting out all of your favourite tunes and the atmosphere had been so intense and enjoyable. You’d been overcome with emotion during Unintended, one of your all time favourite songs, and you’d grasped hold of Spencer’s hand as you swayed with the rest of the crowd.

He’d seemed to enjoy it as well, actually singing along to the songs although you knew all he’d had to do was listen to them once whilst reading the lyrics and he’d have them all memorised.

The ride home was short, the gig hadn’t been too far from home so you invited Spencer in for a few beers, groaning as you slumped down onto your couch, flicking the TV on.

“Everything okay?” Reid asked you slightly louder than normal. He dropped down next to you, handing you an uncapped beer which he’d pulled from your refrigerator.

“I’m good. My back just hurts a bit, I’m getting too old for this shit.”

Taking a pull of his beer, Spencer set it down and then turned to you.

“Y/N turn around. Where does it hurt?”

Adjusting your positioning, you crossed your legs and turned on the couch so you were sitting sideways on with your back to him. “It’s just at the bottom, it aches like a mother fucker.”

Spencer chuckled and then gently placed his hands to your lower back, slipping them under your hoody and pressing his thumbs into your spine, softly kneading the aching area. It felt surprisingly good and you leant forward slightly, pulling your hoody off to allow him better access.

Spencer’s lithe fingers worked along your spine and lower back hitting all of the pressure points with precision and you found yourself enjoying his touch so much so that a soft groan escaped your lips causing Spencer to freeze his movements and your eyes to fly open and your jaw to drop.

“Sorry…. ” he started to say and you shook your head.

“You didn’t hurt me Spence. It just felt….really REALLY good.”

“Do you want me to carry on then?” he asked tentatively, a slight edge to voice.

“Erm….only if you don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind…. But could we change positions? It would be easier for me if you sat between my legs in front of me.”

You understood what he was saying and could appreciate how it would would be more comfortable but it still didn’t stop you from saying, “Christ Spence, how long have we been friends for and you’re only now telling me you want me between your legs?”

His cheeks flushed pink and you immediately regretted it. He coughed, clearing his throat, “Do you want the damn massage or not?”

You did, it was doing wonders to ease your suffering. You scooted from your seat and waited for Spencer to part his thighs, settling on the couch between them and waiting for him to start up again. He did and you leant into his touch, his hands working on your spine as you tried to keep your little grunts of satisfaction to yourself.

Adjusting your position slightly, you rolled your neck on your shoulder wincing as you heard a crack. Spencer’s hands immediately moved up your back to your shoulders, pressing against the hard knots that had formed and working to loosen to them. The sensation was magical and you allowed your eyes to close again, your breath hitching in your throat as his thumb brushed over a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. This time Spencer didn’t pause, he just shuffled his body forward slightly, his thighs trapping you between them. His fingers continued their dance over your sore muscles, brushing over that spot again and earning another groan from you. When he did it again moments later your mind began to wander. It was THAT exact spot on your neck, the spot that when touched correctly would send tingles right down to your groin. And Spencer’s fingers kept sweeping over it in just the right way….

Did he know? Or was it just an accident? When it happened again, his finger tip actually lightly circling the spot and making your downy hairs stand on end as a low gasp left your chest, you realised he must know.

Which was extremely interesting.

You and Spencer had been friends as well as colleagues for a few years now and you’d always wondered whether there perhaps was something more between the two of you. He was attractive, very much so and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered briefly what it would be like to kiss his plump pink lips. But you’d always pushed the thought aside. It was Spencer after all. Spencer didn’t have girlfriends, half the time he rarely seemed to even notice if an attractive looking female was in the room. It was only six months ago when you’d both been babysitting Henry together that he’d actually expressed desire to find someone. You’d talked to him for a while, surprised by how insulted he was when you’d told him that you didn’t think he was bothered about finding a partner. When you’d asked him what his ideal woman was though, he’d appeared awkward and eventually just shrugged the question off, not giving you an answer.

Had there been a reason he hadn’t given you an answer?

The next time his finger dashed over that spot on your neck you made sure that your groan was louder, leaning back slightly and placing your hands onto his thighs. Spencer stiffened slightly but carried on with his slow kneading of your shoulders and neck. Feeling bolder and just damn curious, you softly stroked his thighs feeling him sit up straighter at your touch. The air was almost crackling with tension right now, both of you waiting for the other to give some sort of signal that you wanted more. You inched your hands higher on his thighs hearing Spencer’s breath catch, his hands stilling their movements momentarily before changing track. This time they moved to your sides, trailing up and down your rib cage tickling you sensually through the thin cotton fabric of your vest. You shuddered, heat starting to flood your body as you dug your fingernails lightly into his thighs, not enough to cause pain. On the eighth lap up and and down your torso Spencer’s hands lingered inches from your breasts and you could feel him closer to you than before, his breath on the back of your neck. Wanting to give him a sign but not to outright tell him that this was okay, you reached up to your hair and pulled it to one side, exposing your neck to him.

Reid received your message loud and clear and a pair of warm lips pressed against your neck, his hands creeping around to your front and splaying across your abdomen. Spencer peppered the side of your throat with kisses, his tongue poking out and swiping over the shell of your ear, his hands not moving from their spot on your tummy.

“Is this…. is this okay? That…. that I’m doing this?” came a whisper in your ear, Spencer’s voice a few octaves lower than what you were used to.

“Uh huh….You’ll know if it’s not okay, Spencer. Trust me,” you whispered back, surprised by the slight croak to your own voice. You turned your head to the side, your eyes connecting with his, both of you realising there was no going back from this once you took the next step.

You ran the tip of your tongue over your lips watching Spencer do the same. But still, neither of you moved an inch.

“Spence. The ball’s in your court here. If you want this then…. ”

You didn’t get chance to complete your sentence because his lips were suddenly upon yours, the pressure light to begin, still unsure. When you didn’t pull away he deepened the kiss, his head tilting to the side and his lips parting. Allowing your own to part, your tongue slipped out to meet his as you twisted your body to kiss him properly.

Spencer’s kisses were both everything and nothing like you expected them to be, igniting a passion in you that you hadn’t felt for a while; a desperate need to be closer to someone, to feel them pressed against you. You suddenly had the urge to kiss Spencer everywhere, to taste him and to drink him in. If one kiss could make you feel like this, God only knows what would happen once this went further.

You pulled away from his mouth, breathless and gulping the air down as his face searched yours for signs that he’d done something wrong. Smiling, you tucked your hair behind your ear and then turned your body completely around, Spencer’s eyes widening as you straddled his lap, your skirt riding up as you changed positions, the denim waistband uncomfortable against your stomach. You grimaced.

“Did…. I do something wrong?” Spencer clocked it and you shook your head.

“It’s the skirt and the position I’m in.”

“You could…. Erm, take it off?” his cheeks were already flushed so you couldn’t tell whether the colour deepened or not but knowing Reid the way you did, you’d be surprised if it didn’t. You stood directly in front of him, taking his hands and placing them on the waistband.

“Or… You could take it off for me.”

Only a few seconds passed before he answered but it felt like an age.

“Y/N, if I remove your skirt, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop with just that.”

“So don’t stop then.”

Taking a deep breath and seemingly having a word with himself, Spencer’s fingers quickly moved to the button on your skirt, unhooking it and then sliding the material down your legs. You stepped out of it, kicking it to one side and then stood, waiting. You weren’t going to take charge here, you wanted to see what he’d do. Rising to his feet and towering over your small frame, he slipped his fingers under your vest, gripping the hem and tugging it upwards, peeling it off your body.

You didn’t think you looked like the most attractive person standing in your bra and leggings but the way Spencer’s eyes were trailing over your torso, made you feel like a goddess. He rolled his lip between his teeth before dropping to his knees in front of you and slowly dragging your leggings off, lifting your feet one by one and then moving them to the side. Running his hands up and down your legs you were shocked and pleasantly surprised when he moved them to your ass, squeezing your buttocks through your panties.

You were even more surprised when he slipped his hands into your panties, pressing them against the bare skin of your butt.

“I really, REALLY want to have you naked and laid out in front me so I can see and kiss every inch of your body, Y/N.”

Those were words you’d never in a million years expected to hear from Spencer Reid but yet they’d just left his mouth and you felt yourself becoming even more turned on than you were before.

Cocking your head towards the bedroom, you did your best to cross the room in what you hoped was a sexy walk, hoping to God that Spencer was actually following you. Almost as soon as you were through the door, his hands were on you again, not quite as gentle as before. His movements were fuelled by a passion inside of him and it showed. You didn’t mind though. Your bra was unhooked in seconds, being pulled down your arms and being tossed somewhere onto the floor as Spencer dropped to his knees again to drag your panties off leaving you entirely naked and exposed.

He started to place wet open mouthed kisses up your legs, starting at your ankle and slowly working up to the tops of your thighs, before crossing over to the other leg, avoiding your most sensitive area. Your legs felt shaky and you tangled one hand into his luscious hair doing your best to not fall over.

“So beautiful… ” you could hear him murmuring into your skin as he repeated his kisses up and down your legs, a hand pressed firmly against your butt cheek and lightly squeezing.

“Spence….” your leg shook again and Reid pulled away from you shuffling forward on his knees and forcing you to walk backwards until the backs of your legs hit the bed.

“Lie down,” he whispered, remaining on the floor and looping a hand around your ankle, making it so that you were laying with your butt on the edge of the bed.

“This hardly seems fair that you’re still dressed. Even the playing field a bit please?”

Spencer obliged and you saw his tee shirt whiz over your head as he removed it and threw it into the corner of the room, still knelt between your legs. Gripping your thighs, he pushed them wide open opening you to him completely. You could feel how wet you were already, knowing he could see it too. Spencer ran a finger teasingly up and down your slit and you watched open mouthed as he then bought that finger to his lips, tasting it. Not that you’d ever imagined what Spencer would be like in the bedroom but if you had, you were sure it would have been a far cry from what was actually happening.

Lowering his head, Spencer kissed and nipped along you inner thigh again. This time though, he didn’t stop. You glanced down to the end of the bed seeing his eyes locked on yours as he placed the flat of his tongue on you, licking a thick stripe from bottom to top, flicking your clit. You gasped as he briefly hit the spot. He did it again, this time placing his hands on you and using them to very gently pull the fleshy skin back, so he had clear access. His tongue stayed on your pulsating clit though this time rather than flicking off it and you gripped the bed covers as he started to circle it, using the exact amount of pressure you needed.

Your moans became more frequent and louder, your appreciation spurring him on as he worked you with his tongue, moving the sensitive nerve bundle from side to side, back and forth. When he slipped first one, then two fingers inside you, curling them against the pebbled area of your inner front wall, you knew it wouldn’t be long and less than two minutes later you were gasping out his name as your hips bucked off the bed, forcing yourself harder against his mouth as you came.

You felt Spencer retract, you suddenly feeling very empty as you watched him wipe his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before standing and pushing his jeans and underwear down. You tried not to stare at his impressive length as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over you.

Reaching your hand up, you tugged him down to you, crashing your lips against his and tasting the slightly bitter taste of yourself on his mouth. Spreading your legs, you locked them around Spencer’s waist so that he was forced against you, his cock nudging at your entrance.

Pulling his lips away it was Spencer who remembered the all important question. “Condom?”

“Contraceptive implant. Definitely clean though so it’s entirely up to you.” You hated condoms hence the implant and regular testing. You were quite certain Spencer would be okay too but you waited for his confirmation.

“I am too, can we… go without then?”

You nodded and quickly slipped your hand between your bodies, grasping him and lining him up, your mouths opening simultaneously as he pushed inside, inch by inch.

He began to move slowly at first and then gaining pace as you moulded to his shape, bucking your hips up against his.

“Fuck….oh fuck,” Reid groaned, trying to shake his hair back out of his eyes. You reached up and pushed it back behind his ears. Wriggling, you raised your legs higher trying to feel him as deep inside as you could. He shifted, moving one leg at a time up over his shoulders.

“Jesus fucking…. Oh God,” the new position had him hitting directly against your sweet spot as he thrust in and out, your walls clamping down around him. It made it tighter for him too and you could see him struggling to last.

“Harder please” you rasped out, knowing you weren’t going to come again but enjoying the feeling nonetheless.

“I’ll… I’ll come if I do,” Spencer whispered, sweat shimmering on his forward.

“So? You’ve already made me come with your mouth. It’s your turn now. Hard and fast, just the way I like it.”

He obliged, slamming into you with a renewed ferocity that had you crying out in pleasure. No more than thirty seconds and his face contorted in that telltale grimace, his body juddering and his breathing ragged. Spencer allowed your legs to drop to the mattress, as he lowered his body down, resting his head on your chest as he panted.

You stroked his hair lightly, then enormity of what you’d just done hitting you.

“So…. That was some massage”

Reid chuckled, his body shaking against yours as he did causing him to slip out. You winced, hating the feeling of liquid seeping out onto your sheets. You’d live with it for the moment.

You continued stroking his hair, waiting for him to speak. He opened his mouth a few times, closing it again as he tried to figure out exactly how to respond. Things had escalated extremely quickly and now you both had to deal with the aftermath.

You just hoped he didn’t think it was a mistake.

“Y/N….. In case it wasn’t blindingly obvious by what we just did, I like you.”

Finally….

“Well that’s good. And in case you didn’t already know, I’m not in the habit of allowing guys I don’t like to give me that type of massage.”

He chuckled again and you grinned. Spencer raised his head, looking you directly in the eyes.

“So we like each other then”

You nodded at him, “I’d say so. Funny how that happens.”

“So…. Maybe tomorrow we could go out for dinner?”

“Or you could stay and we could go for breakfast. Or breakfast in bed.”

“Or we could do that. I fully support that option.”

“I thought you might,” you smiled at him.

“You’re sleeping on the wet patch though….”

Yes, Daddy (M)

Yoongi x Reader ft. Namjoon

Word Count: 3,830

Warnings: Dirty dirty smut. Voyeurism, exhibitionism Daddy kink, slight bondage…..whoops.

Summary: After a month apart, Yoongi comes back home with the boys of BTS. After finding a surprise gift from him, you meet up with the boys for a celebratory dinner/anniversary party, but Yoongi has other plans for you.

A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting onto my sideblog.


It was a gloomy day, rain streaking the windows of your small apartment. You were curled up in bed with your fluffiest blankets and your favourite book, when you heard a faint knock.

Confused, you walked to the door and opened it, only to find there was no one there. You looked down the hallway but no one was in sight. Something at your feet caught your eye, looking down you saw a pale pink box with white ribbons tied around it, and a pretty bow resting on top. An envelope sat on the box so you reached down to open it.

Princess,

It’s been too long since I’ve seen you and I feel like treating my princess to a night out. I know this is last minute, but trust me and follow the instructions inside. All of them. Meet me at the restaurant.

Love,

Yoongi

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dating jungkook would include:

[gender neutral] ☼


∙ jungkook being a big fan of pda !!! 

∙ squeezing each others hands for reassurance

∙ subby! jungkook 

∙ staying in bed all day together

∙ “pleaseeeee babyyyyyyy” 

∙ him whining when he’s away from you 

∙ getting on your tips toes to kiss him if you are smol

∙ stealing his shirts and getting scolded 

∙ “you got games on yo phone?”

∙ sending each other memes 24:7

∙ back hugs 

∙ being called “cutie” or “munchkin” 

∙ neck kisses 

∙ matching couple outfits bc u are dorks 

∙ jungkook crying with you when you’re upset :(

∙ good morning//good night texts

∙ “we are the cutest” 

∙ shy!guk 

∙ deep conversations at 2am 

∙ fOREHEAD KISSES 

∙ fighting over your favourite super heroes 

∙ getting flustered because he can’t keep his hands off of you 

∙ cheering him on at rehearsals 

∙ facetiming each other before bed 

∙ jealous! guk 

∙ teasing 

∙ skinship !!!

∙ pulling funny faces at each other at serious moments 

∙ intertwining your hands together 

∙ jungkook would make the sweetest boyfriend !!! 


a/n: hi!! since my recent ones of these did so well, i wanted to do jungkooks so i hope you like this :) 

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FAVOURITE HONGBIN OUTFITS:
↳ 1/∞ - 141029 

RIP To My Youth pt. 3

*To be read in Britney’s voice* It’s been awhile… I know I shouldn’t have kept you waiting… but I’m here now.

Previous chapters: Part 1, Part 2

Description: Saturday has finally arrived, which for Y/N means only one thing… Cheryl Blossom’s highly anticipated party. And what’s Blossom party without drama? A little game of truth or dare never hurt anyone, right?

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 4170

Warnings: A swear or two



I woke up to the blaring noise of my phone’s ringtone. No please no, just five more minutes. Who the hell could be calling me this early on a Saturday?

I reluctantly rolled over to check my phone’s caller ID to see who decided to bother me at 8 am. ‘Veronica Lodge’ it read. Groaning, I held the phone up to my ear and answered.

“Hello?” I said in a groggy morning voice.

“Good morning my little protégée, the shops open at 9 and we’re going to need to make a head start on things if we’re going to Cheryl’s party tonight as well” Veronica chirped. Judging by the chipper tone of her voice she had been up and ready for awhile now.

“Oh god I almost forgot about the shopping trip today, do we really need to go so early?” I yawned, sitting up in bed in an attempt to wake myself up more.

“Yes Y/N, I have the day planned out. Me, you and Kevin are going to shop not only for your new wardrobe but also for killer outfits for the three of us tonight. Then we’re meeting Archie at Pop’s a little later on, and then you’re coming to my house to get ready for the party. And then-”

“And then we go to the party okay, I got it, I got it” I cut in.

“Perfect, Kevin and I will be at you house in about an hour! Chow” she finished as she swiftly hung up the phone.

I tossed my phone on my nightstand and got out of bed in pursuit of the shower, which I knew would help give me the strength to get through this day.

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All Yours (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2116

Warnings: Gets pretty steamy (I’ll seperate it in case y'all are uncomfortable with it), sad Connor, language, fluff

Summary: Connor has a (bad) habit of sneaking into his girlfriend’s bedroom when he’s feeling down. Y/N doesn’t mind at all.

A/N: This is a combination of two requests. One from an anon who wanted Connor sneaking into the reader’s room when he’s feeling upset, and eventually breaking down, and one from @lildipstick who wanted fluff or smut with Connor Murphy. Hope you guys enjoy!

I scrolled mindlessly through tumblr, the bright screen and The Book of Mormon cast recording the only things keeping me from falling asleep. I looked at the time on my laptop screen and exhaled when I read it. 12:30 AM.

I suddenly heard a noise that sounded slightly sinister and I pressed pause on the music, taking my headphones out. I said there in the semi dark, my laptop screen illuminating my face.

My window suddenly opened and I jumped, letting out a curse. “Connor Murphy, you bastard. Give me some warning next time.” I said, as Connor’s lanky frame clambered into my bedroom.

“I don’t know exactly when I’m going to need a break from my family, so I can’t give you warning when it happens.” Connor said smugly, shutting my window behind him.

“Whatever you nerd. You interrupted my nightly Book of Mormon session, so I hope you feel bad.” I retorted as Connor sat down on my bed, glancing at my laptop screen.

“You and your goddamn Broadway shows.” Connor mused, laying down on my bed. “Excuse you, Broadway is wonderful. It’s not gay if you listen to it, Connor. Jared likes it.” I said and Connor snorted, sitting up.

“Jared is gay.” Connor retorted and I felt my cheeks go red. “Bad example, but you get my point. Correlation, not causation.” I said, hoping I didn’t sound like too much of an idiot.

“I didn’t think it was possible for someone to get so worked up about musical theatre.” Connor said, his dark hair half up in a bun. I snorted and Connor looked at me strangely.

“If you think that’s me getting worked up about theatre, you should see me when someone tries to convince me that all musicals are pretty much the same. That’s getting worked up about theatre.” I said, huffing slightly. Connor just chuckled, reaching across and tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed. Your face kinda screws up, and it’s adorable.” Connor said casually, and my cheeks went an even brighter red.

“We’ve been dating for 3 months and you still blush when I compliment you.” Connor said, moving my laptop out of the way and pulling me close to him. “I’m not used to people saying nice things about me.” I muttered and Connor let out a sigh.

“Neither am I, Y/N. I guess we’ll have to be each other’s firsts.” Connor said and my eyes widened, suddenly aware of how this might look to my parents. Connor chuckled at my expression, kissing my cheek gently.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N, but if you want to.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I scoffed and shoved his side playfully, burying my burning face in the crook of his neck.

I inhaled his scent and noticed that there was a smell missing. A smell that usually coated him. “You haven’t been smoking.” I said, but my tone made it sound more like a question. Connor nodded, and I looked up at him.

“I stopped smoking when we started dating. Weed used to be my therapy, sure, but I’ve got a new form of therapy right here. That’s why I always come here when I need a break from everything that’s going on. Nothing helps me get my mind off things better than you.” Connor said, playing with my hair as he spoke.


KINDA SMUTTY PART KIDS

I pressed feather light kisses up Connor’s neck, knowing exactly the spot to put a little more pressure. Connor took in a deep breath and shuddered slightly, and I could feel his heartbeat speed up.

“Y/N.” He breathed out shakily, and I looked up at him with mock innocence in my eyes. “Yes?” I said innocently, although the smirk on my face betrayed any innocence in my voice.

“God, you don’t know what you do to me.” Connor growled, his voice low and husky. “So then why don’t you let me know.” I replied, capturing Connor’s lips in a heated kiss. I slipped one arm around his waist, and tangled my other hand through his hair.

Connor eagerly kissed back, and I leaned forward, pushing him down onto his back. “Y/N.” Connor said, panting slightly as he slipped his hands under my shirt, his slightly calloused fingers running over my skin.

He quickly slipped my shirt off, and his hands moved further up my chest. My breathing quickly became laboured, and I could tell Connor noticed. He simply smirked, and I retracted my hand from his hair and moved it to the front of his jeans, noticing his expression change to a look of shock and bliss. 

“Shit.” Connor muttered, disposing of his shirt as my hands were… preoccupied. “You sure… you wanna do this?” Connor breathed out, his eyes half closed.

“Does this answer your question?” I said, undoing the zipper on his jeans and tugging them down, the bulge in his underwear significantly more noticeable now. Connor’s response was a low moan, and I smirked to myself, in awe of the effect I had on him. “I’m all yours, baby.”

KINDA SMUTTY PART OVER


Connor and I laid on my bed together, the both of us sweaty yet immensely satisfied. “Holy shit.” Connor muttered, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.

“I know.” I said, shivering as his breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck. “I don’t not think this was how the night would go.” Connor said, snaking his arms around my waist.

“Neither did I, but I’m glad that’s how it ended up.” I said, glancing at the numbers on my alarm clock. 1:00 AM. “So.. what prompted tonight’s visit?” I asked after a stretch of silence. Connor took in a deep breath, and I immediately felt like I’d hit a nerve.

“It was mom and dad. They were… they’ve fought before, sure, but nothing on this level. They were screaming, and I’m fairly certain I heard something get thrown.” Connor said softly, and I let out a sad sigh.

“I… I can normally cope with it, because I always come to you, but for some reason, this is more than I reckon I can deal with.” He said, and I felt hot tears hit my skin. I turned around so I was facing Connor, his eyes red.

“Hey, hey, babe, I’m here.” I said, circling my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me. He started gently sniffling and I simply held him tighter, our bare chests pressed flush together.

“When it all feels like it’s too much. Like you can’t bear another day. You know exactly where to find me. Just sneak in through my bedroom window, and if I’m asleep you can just slip into my bed. I honestly won’t mind.” I said, rubbing Connor’s back soothingly, kissing his forehead.

Connor looked up at me with a look of astounding love and gratitude in his eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” Connor said, my breath hitching as he uttered those three words that neither of us had spoken to the other before. 

“And I love you. I love you so much, Connor. I don’t know what life would be like if I didn’t have you sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night.” I said, gently placing my lips on his.

This kiss was softer, gentler than the first kiss we shared this morning. This kiss conveyed love, and it left me feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. My stomach was full of butterflies, and my skin heated up when Connor cupped the side of my face with his hand.

“How do you manage to still look so beautiful, even though you’re covered in sweat and have major sex hair?” Connor said and I blushed darkly, thanking the lord that it was pitch black.

“Maybe it’s because you can’t see me.” I said and Connor chuckled, tucking a strand of my majorly messy hair behind my ear. “That was funny, but it was also bullshit. I know that you look beautiful no matter if you’re wearing makeup or not, or if you’ve spent a whole heap of time working on your hair. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, although I will say that my favourite outfit is the one you’re wearing now.” Connor said and I punched his shoulder playfully.

“I could say the same thing for you, Murphy.” I said, smirking at him and scanning his body. “You know, you’re the first girl who’s actually seen me naked.” Connor said and I moved my mouth towards his ear.

“And let me tell you, it’s quite a sight.” I whispered, noticing how he shivered slightly at my words. “If you wanted round 2, you could’ve just asked.” Connor said cheekily, tracing his finger down my spine.

“Maybe later, big boy. Tomorrow is, after all, a school day.” I said and Connor pouted, sitting his hands on my waist. “We could just skip.” He suggested, and I frowned.

“I’d normally say yes, but I’ve got some exams tomorrow that I can’t afford to miss.” I replied, taking ahold of his free hand. “That sucks. Now that you mention it, it’s like 1:30. I should probably head back home so mom and dad don’t give me hell for running away or some shit like that.” Connor said, untangling himself from me and sitting up.

I immediately felt cold, and I shivered as a breeze passed through the room. “You can keep my hoodie. I know how much you love it.” Connor said, handing me the bundle of fabric. 

I held it close to my face and sniffed it, Connor’s scent filling my nose. “Thank you.” I whispered, slipping on the hoodie. “You’re welcome. I have, like, 5 more at home. I can spare one for you.” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he pulled on his jeans.

“I love you Connor.” I said once he was dressed, the moonlight highlighting his sharp cheekbones. His usually cold face softened, allowing me access to a side of him very, very few have seen.

“I love you Y/N. I’ll see you at school, ok?” Connor said, and I nodded as he opened my bedroom window. “I’ll see you at school.” I replied, touching my fingers to my lips. They felt like Connor’s lips were still moulded with them, and I didn’t want the feeling to go away.

“I love you Y/N.” Connor whispered, blowing me a kiss before leaving my bedroom, shutting the window behind him. I laid down in my bed, Connor’s hoodie pulled tightly around me like a security blanket of some sorts.

I felt myself finally drifting off to sleep after the events of the past hour or so. “I love you.” I muttered once more before drifting off to sleep. Little did I know that Connor was muttering those same words as he walked home, that adorable, dorky smile resting on his face as he said them.


“Good morning Y/L/N.” Jared said, awkwardly pushing past people as he approached me. “Good morning Jared.” I chuckled, adjusting the straps of my backpack as I spoke.

“Hey, is that a new hoodie?” Jared asked, gesturing to Connor’s hoodie with his thumb. My cheeks flushed slightly and I nodded. “You could say that.” I responded, fiddling with the white strings of the jacket.

Jared’s brow furrowed, as he stared intently at the hoodie. Suddenly his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped so far it practically hit the floor. “That… that’s Connor Murphy’s, isn’t it?” Jared said, his eyes now trained on me.

I felt my blush darken as I nodded, and Jared smirked his trademark smirk. “So, you and Murphy, eh? I wouldn’t have imagined it, but now I can picture it.” He said, punching my shoulder lightly. “Whatever Jared.” I muttered, my cheeks ablaze as I opened my locker.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. I’m happy for the two of you, of course. I just, it’s unexpected, that’s all.” Jared said, and I looked at him quizzically. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’ve always thought of you as my little sister, Y/N, and I want to look out for you. I’ve heard horror stories about Connor and his… temper, so I just wanted you to be happy. And safe.” Jared said, concern clear in his eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Jared.” I said and Jared looked like a considerable weight had been taken off his shoulders. “I love Connor, and I am both safe and happy. In fact, I reckon I’ve never been happier.”

A - Z baby list Dan Howell

Announcement.- How do you tell him and the world that you’re expecting? You told Dan started screaming with excitement after sneaking the pregnancy test into the bathroom. You guys told the world with a cheesy photo of the two of you standing in front of the oven while holding bread.

Books.- Did he read the books? Dan said that books are overrated and that all his information will come from his mother or the internet. That was until you caught him reading the one you had on your side of the bed. “Did you know this book has some actually useful information?” 

Cuddles.- Who cuddles the baby more? Dan does at night in the chair when he is doing anything to get the little human to stop crying. “Please stop crying little pet. Mummy is sleeping and I’m starting to get a little jealous.”

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White Roses (M)

Request- Hi can I request a namjoon smut about you losing your virginity to him on your anniversary night? Thanks! Please be smutty passionate vanilla lovemaking!! Thanks! 

Here you are my dear, I hope you like it. Thank you so much for requesting! 

Enjoy! 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! 

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan


It was your first anniversary with Namjoon, and you were nervous as fuck. You and Namjoon had yet to have sex, you were still a virgin. Namjoon respected you, not forcing you to do anything till you were ready. He was legit the sweetest person on the planet. 

You and Namjoon were friends before he asked you out on a date. You had met through his manger, both a mutual friend of yours. It was two years into the friendship when you began to feel differently. His smile made your day, making him smile to see those dimples was always your goal. so of course when he asked you on a date you accepted a little to eagerly, trying to play it cool here. Obviously not. 

But it had been a whole year since that magical date. Namjoon made you so happy, you loved being with him. And you were ready, to give your whole self to him. He was the only one you wanted. The love you had for Namjoon was consuming in a good way. It was a love you here about, but think its not real.. but it is. No one knows till they experience that kind of love. Some people never find a over like that, but there you are. 

You got so distracted thinking about the last year of your life you were going to be late. You quickly finish your make-up and getting on your favourite dress. What was underneath was a surprise for Namjoon. Black lace panties and bra set. You look in the mirror, smoothing out your dress. You were nervous of course, but you were excited because it was Namjoon. 

Your doorbell rang, you let out a little scream of excitement, before you  rushed to the door. You swung it open, you stopped dead in your tracks. Namjoons was in all black, his hair parted to show off his forehead, it was your favourite style. He was holding a a dozen white roses. His eyes trailed up and down your body. 

“You look amazing, baby!” Namjoon pulled you into a tight embrace,he inhaled your sweet scent. 

“I could say the same for you. You’re so handsome.” You giggle into his chest. He pulled back and took your hand in his. He twirled you around, showing him your outfit. You burst into a fit of giggles. “You’re so cheesy!” You hide in his chest from his gaze and adorable smile. 

“Ah, its not my fault my girlfriend is so beautiful.” He pulled back handing your the flowers. You leaned down, inhaling the floral sweetness. 

“They’re beautiful, thank you.” You walked into the kitchen, filled up a vase full of water. You placed the vase on the table. You felt Namjoon arms snake around your waist, you leaned back into his chest. He rested his chin on your shoulder, you laced your fingers with his. 

“Our reservation isn’t for another two hours. What shall we do?” Namjoon asked innocently. You thought better now then after you eat, cause you were craving something garlicy, but also Namjoon.. You turn around in his arms, he smiled brightly at you. You gazed up into his eyes, cupped his cheeks, leaned up and kissed him. You had kissed, rather passionately, but nothing went past that. 

“How about we exchange gifts.” You muttered against his plump lips, Namjoons grip on your waist tightened. “I’ll go first.” You leaned into Namjoons ear, your lips ghosted against his ear lode. “Its me.” You whispered sweetly, you pulled back to see a confused look upon his face. You giggled and pushed him back a bit. You reached behind you and unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor.

“Holy shit,” Namjoons eyes darkened the second your dress pushed off your shoulders. 

“Namjoon, i want you to have me. All of me. I want you to be my first.” You whispered softly. Namjoon looked you up and down before he latched onto your lips. His hands ran all over your body, his tongue entering your mouth. 

“Baby, you’re so beautiful. Did you wear that for me?” 

“Of course.” You tried to look away shyly, but Namjoon grabs your chin softly, placing a kiss on the side of your mouth. 

“Don’t be shy, baby.” Namjoon takes your hand, lead you to your bed room. He pushed you down of the bed lightly, he took off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and took off his pants. You felt your arousal pooling in your panties. They were ruined. You of course have gotten aroused by Namjoon before, just never acted on it. 

“You’re so beautiful, my beautiful Y/N.” Namjoon said as he crawled up to you on the bed, he hovered over you. He lent down to kiss you, his hands ran up and down your body, smoothing over the soft sick. Your skin tingled under his strong hands. 

“Namjoon.” You gasped, when his hands groped your breasts. His hardened cock grind down on your lace covered core. Namjoon began to kiss down your jaw, neck, chest, stomach leaving open mouthed kisses in his wake. He looked up at you asking for permission, you lift your hips to help him slip you panties off. You opened your legs wide for him. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby. You must really want me.” You wanted to reply, but couldn’t as Namjoon started to go down on you. He licked up and down your slit, tasting you. You moaned softly, your fingers tread through his hair. He pushes a finger into your core, pumping it in and out whilst he sucked on your clit. Your breathing got heavier, moaning constantly. Namjoon pushed another finger into your wet core, pumping it in and out fast, scissoring you in the process. 

“Fuck, that feels amazing.” You stuttered out, you could feel Namjoon smirk against you. Your orgasm built up quickly consuming your body like never before. You cursed out incoherent words, tugged on Namjoons hair. Namjoon licked your pussy clean, then trailed kisses up to your lips. 

“You tasted amazing, I like eating desert early.” Namjoon winked at you, and made you giggle. You sat up taking off your bra, you pulled Namjoons boxers down, you intended to repay the favour giving him head, but he stopped you. “Baby, this is all about you.” Namjoon pushed you back onto the bed, spreading your legs wide for him.  

“Are you ready?” You nodded in response. Namjoon rubbed his cock up and down your pussy, getting your juices on it. He moaned at your wetness. His tip positioned at your entrance, before he slowly pushed in to your tight pussy walls. 

“Fuck!” You cursed out, his dick was thick, stretching you out for the first time. It was sore, tears stung your eye. Namjoon lent down, he kissed away your tears, kissing you to comfort the pain. But soon it wasn’t all that sore and was a nice sensation, to be filled up with Namjoons throbbing cock. 

“I-I think you can move now.” You looked up at him, his eyes were filled with lust and love. He began to roll his hips into your, his cock slipping in and out of you. Every nerve in your body was on fire, the faster he fucked you the more pleasure you had. He interlaced your fingers with his, leaned his forehead against yours. His eyes were looking into your soul, consuming you with just him. 

“Oh, Namjoon!” You moaned his name, your hands tightened the grip on his hands, as your second orgasm approached. You lolled your head back, arched your back. Namjoon took advantage of your head lolling back to attach his lips to your neck, he marked you as his. Without warning you clenched tightly around Namjoon, your orgasm took over. 

“Fuck, baby.” Namjoon cursed out, he came shortly after you. He thrust a few more times before he pulled out, and went into the bathroom. He came back with a towel, cleaning you up and got back on the bed with you. You were in blissful happiness fucked out. It was a mind blowing fuck, Namjoons was amazing. He pulled you flush against his naked body. 

“That was the best gift I have ever gotten.” Namjoon smiled down at you, you giggled and buried your face in his warm chest, his arms tightening around your waist. 

“I don’t want to leave here.” 

“How about we order take out and watch a movie. Let’s just have a chill day, you an me. No one else.” You looked up at him, and kissed his lips softly. 

“I would love that.” You smiled, feeling so lucky to have meet the love that even a year in still gave you butterfly’s. The love that everyone wanted, that you and Namjoon were so lucky to get. 

Being with Namjoon was like like flying, it was freeing, fun, new and the higher and higher you got, better the view was. He was going to be the man you were going to marry. He was your everything, as you were his. 


I hope this didn’t suck to much. Thank you for reading! Love you all. That you for requesting, I hope its what you wanted! 

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A Quick Reminder (M)

BTS | J-Hope | 2nd Person | 3,147 | fluff, smut |  

▷ “Show me how much.”




Are you still at the studio?

[1:15 AM]

You sat the phone down next to you on the desk after sending the message. There was a pile of books beside you and a notebook with your study material open in front of you. Three hours have passed since you started studying and it didn’t feel like you were absorbing much. You would much rather be spending time with Hoseok, but he was busy with his own work. He was working much harder than you were at the moment, you were sure of that.

Turning the page after only scanning the graph for a few seconds, your phone buzzes.

Yeah. Still working.

[1:19 AM]

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fic for victuuri week day one!

Title: i have a confession to make
Rating: Teen.

Wordcount: 1.6k
Summary:  

 “Yuuri,” Victor asks, his voice suspiciously cheerful. “What’s this?”

Victor is holding a poster. Not just a poster, though. The poster. The 2013 Victor Nikiforov doing a swimsuit spread for Vogue poster that he hunted for for endless months.
Although he knows it’s pointless, Yuuri racks his brain for any, any possible way to explain himself that doesn’t include the sentence: “I was obsessed with you and I maybe jerked off to you when I was 15 once or ten times.”

Link to A03: here

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anonymous asked:

Hug him from behind, rubbing and feeling his little tummy, and then making fun/tease of him because he has his shirt tucked like an old man xx

Are we talking about this gif, here? 

Because, I swear to Jesus Christ, this is the cutest outfit I think he’s ever worn? My favourite fashion choice for the summer is literally to wear my t-shirts tucked into my trousers or my shorts and it makes me so happy that he wore that…

He’d be ready to go out for a night at Sam and Tomo’s, knowing that it was just a cosy night in with beers and board games because it’s been ages since they’ve seen him, with mutual friends and a cuddle with Sid. The missus would have been invited to join them, but, she’d already made an appointment with the sofa and a bundle of wedding magazines to make some final touches and add some final additions to their wedding, allowing him the night off to enjoy himself.

Standing in the kitchen as he slipped his house keys into his jean pocket, one boot on and one boot sitting on the tiles, his back to the door as he became oblivious to the missus appearing in the doorway with a smirk on her face.

“Babe?” He’d called out through the house, slipping his foot into his boot before jumping and looking over his shoulder, her arms around his waist and she pressed her face to the space of his back, “oh, hello.”

“Hmm,” she’d hum in delight, eyes shut, “love you. You smell nice.”

“I love you, too,” he’d smile softly, “you want me to get you the wine from the top shelf? Is that why you’re being so cuddly? What do you want from me, hm?”

“Nothing,” she’d mumble into his t-shirt, nudging her nose into his spine, “you look silly. You know only old men tuck their shirts in like this?”

“Maybe I am an old man. I’m getting some greys, you know? You could be marrying someone who’s actually 50 and has kids already,” he’d tease and laugh, turning round in her arms and wrapping his around her neck, holding her to his chest, “thought it looked like a good outfit for a cosy night in. Don’t you think so?”

“Hmm. It might grow on me, Peaches,” she’d murmur against his chest, “gon’a miss you tonight. Give my love to Sid.”

“Of course,” he’d chuckle, kissing her forehead, “sure you don’t want to come tonight? I’m sure the girls would love to talk to you about the wedding plans you’ve got going on in here,” he’d smile and tap her head softly, “you’ve got some lovely ideas up in here. Share them with someone else.”

“I’m okay here tonight. I’ve got some Say Yes To The Dress episodes to watch and your mum sent through some links for food and caterers since we’ve not decided. Oh, and Gemma sent some playlists through for the reception,” she’d smile and press up on her toes to kiss his cheek, a soft blush on his cheeks, “go and have fun without me for once. You deserve it.” xx

cartoonbooknerd  asked:

What about. Bughead prompt how Betty is taking a photography class and uses Jughead as a model. Gets him dressed like young Leo from the Titanic and the whole school goes nuts and fangirls

Thank you so much, I loved this idea!


“Betty, c’mon, I don’t really think this is a good idea,” Jughead whined from where he stood in front of the pile of clothes his girlfriend had left on a wooden stool in the middle of the Blue and Gold office. He poked the offending material gently with his index finger, looking up to meet her eyes, eyebrows knit apprehensively.

“Jug, you said you’d help me with this photography course - whatever I needed, remember?” she returned, crossing her arms across her chest in defiance, a knowing glint in her eye. She knew she’d get her way, and he did too. It wouldn’t stop him from putting up a fight though.

“Yeah, I know, but this?” He picked up the light brown slacks. “It’s not really me.” They fell back to the stool. She sighed, walking over to him to straighten them out before they creased.

“You’re not supposed to be you, Jughead, you’re just my subject.” When his face remained stoic she switched tactics. “Besides, I think you’re going to look great in these, you can ever wear your own suspenders.” She crept closer to him, grabbing the elastic that hung at his hips and pulling at it slightly, letting it snap back against his thigh. Jughead took in an unsteady breath. “If you do this for me, I’ll be in your debt,” she finished, looking up at him from beneath thick, dark eyelashes. He groaned internally - she wasn’t playing fair.

“Fine, but you own me, Cooper. Big time,” he snarked, leaning down to capture her lips before reluctantly grabbing the pile of clothes and going to change.

Betty busied herself arranging the stool in front of the blue screen she’d borrowed from the yearbook department, fussing over the exact position and moving the box lights to get exactly the right shadow. She heard the door click and turned to greet Jughead, breath leaving her in a gasp.

“I look ridiculous.” Betty couldn’t think of anything less true, even if her brain was functioning at full capacity right now. Jughead stood in the doorway, shoulders hunched slightly in discomfort. The brown slacks hung off his hips perfectly, white dress shirt tucked in with the top buttons undone and showing off a hint of smooth chest beneath. His suspenders were now perched on his shoulders and, best of all, his hair hung teasingly over his eyes, beanie long gone. “Betts?” he questioned when she still hadn’t said anything.

“Err… I… y-you look good, Juggie,” she stuttered, hoping that the blush on her cheeks wasn’t as hot as it felt to her. Seriously, did they turn off the AC in here? Jughead relaxed slightly at her new dumbfound expression, feeling a rare manly pride that he would never get used to as it happened only in the presence of Betty.

“Thanks. Where do you want me?” A million inappropriate answers flew through Betty’s head before she cleared her throat, pointing to the stool. He sat, awkwardly at first before Betty ran her fingers deliciously through his hair, eliciting an appreciative hum.

“Just do what feels natural,” she said, taking a step back to admire his pose, one leg up on the bar of the stool, chin resting in his hand.

“Nothing about this is natural,” he retorted, tell-tale smile in his eyes nonetheless. Betty rolled her eyes at his stubbornness.

“Oh, hush.” She raised the lens to her eye before lowering it again. “One second.” She moved toward him, reaching forward to undo another button on his shirt. “Much better,” she giggled. Jughead smirked, a laugh escaping him. He loved seeing Betty like this, playful and carefree. If he had to pose in some ridiculous outfit for a few hours, who was he to complain when he got to see that glow radiating from her cheeks.

***

“I know you aren’t gonna like it but those pictures of you are some of my favourites and I’m actually really proud of them and-” Jughead silenced her fretting with a kiss.

“It’s ok, Betts. So what if I have to be displayed before our neanderthal peers for a day or two. I don’t mind if it’s what you want,” he murmured, feeling a warmth spread throughout his chest at her responding soft smile. Betty had been asked to create a display as part of the photography course, to be put up in the hallway of none other than their beloved Riverdale High. Jughead pulled his beanie further down on his head and averted his gaze to the ground, preparing to make his way through the mocking whispers and get to class as quickly as possible.

As he expected there were eyes turning to him from all angles as he made his way to class, whispers reaching his ears in a dull buzzing hum.

“Hi, Jughead.” He turned to the unexpected party.

“Err, hi, Ethel,” he said warily, eyes darting towards Betty for explanation. She just shrugged.

“I just wanted to tell you those pictures of you are so great. You look… really cool,” she finished, cheeks turning pink. Betty tried to turn her giggle into a cough unsuccessfully, Jughead shoving an elbow delicately into her ribs.

“Um, thanks, I guess?” he replied lamely.

“No problem!” Ethel replied chirpily, turning to walk down the hall. Betty’s laugh came out full force now they were alone.

“Looks like someone has taken on the role as Riverdale High’s new teen heart-throb,” she laughed, eyes gleaming with mischief. Jughead groaned.

“This is all your fault, Cooper,” he mumbled. She kissed his cheek, causing him to roll his eyes. He couldn’t stay mad at her for long.

“Hey there, Jughead!” The voice came from behind them. They turned to see none other than Ginger Lopez hurtling towards them. “Great pictures! Who knew beneath all that doom and gloom you cleaned up into a hottie. Very young Leo,” she winked. Jughead felt Betty stiffen besides him - she’d never cared for Ginger much. His eyes went wide as he watched Ginger raise her arm, hand coming to rest on his jacket sleeve, a giggle escaping her lips. “Hey, what do you say we-” Her sentence was cut off abruptly.

“Juggie, we’re going to be late to class. Nice seeing you, Ginger.” Betty’s voice dripped with sugary sweet pleasantness. Jughead bit his lip as Betty leaned into his side, wrapping a hand round his arm. He followed her, casting one last glance at a bewildered Ginger before turning to his girlfriend. He could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.

“So, about this new teen heart-throb status…” he began, unable to resist teasing her more. She narrowed her eyes at him, the uptilted corners of her lips giving her away.

“Shut up, Jughead.”