use the paint bucket tool to make the background #000 black

draw the appropriate sigil using a brush that has some grain to it. here are my settings.

remember, you want it to look amateurishly assembled as though it were done in a hurry during cloud cover of a full moon using improvised materials.

activate the sigil using a luminosity layer and light color of your choosing. im partial to red. play with the layer opacity until its as ominous as you prefer

use the move tool to retrieve donald from the sigil

hope this helps!

Experiment #3 - Request

Requested by anon:  okay okay experiment part two is making me want to SIN SO BAD, so I’ve got request! Sherlock is investigating a case about sex workers who ended up dying, but instead of them being tied up and tortured for the murderers fun, it’s because the murderer is just hella kinky and kills his victims after. Sherlock can’t wrap his mind around kinks and asks his assistant (Y/N) to help show him???? If that makes sense??????

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,424

Warnings: Smut (Bondage, unprotected, rough)

A/N: Not only is this for Sequel Friday but also because I believe we all need a smutty week-ending. ;)


Originally posted by lovepotterwholockuniverse

| Experiment #1 | Experiment #2 |

Sherlock was at his seat, with his blue eyes glued to his phone. (Y/N) was sitting at the victim’s chair, with her laptop on and doing some research. John was at his seat, staring awkwardly at the two of them.

“So…” John spoke, “You’re fine?”

“Yes.” Sherlock and (Y/N) replied in unison.

“No tension or anything?” John continued.

“Nope.” (Y/N) popped the last syllable.

“Oh, that’s great.” John nodded.

“I don’t get why the killer would tie them.” Sherlock complained, “He had them right there, why would he tie them? Did they try to run away?”

(Y/N) giggled and Sherlock snapped his head to look at her. With a cocked eyebrow, he silently asked her for an explanation.

“You really don’t know what fetishes are, do you?” She inquired playfully.

“It’s a sexual fixation… What does this have to do with the killer?” Sherlock fumed.

“The killer is a kinky bastard.” Watson stated and (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

“It doesn’t make any sense!” Sherlock roared, dropping his phone to the coffee table and throwing his hand up.

“It also didn’t make any sense to you that someone could be aroused by…”

“SHUT UP!” Sherlock commanded and stormed to his room without allowing neither (Y/N) or John to argue back.

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BTS Catching You Masturbating

Namjoon: When Namjoon came home he heard soft whimpers and the calling to his name repeatedly coming from your bedroom. He’d raise an eyebrow as he walked slowly unknowing of what was happening behind the half-open door. When he saw you masturbating he’d smirked hearing you moan out his name through tightly shut eyes moving your fingers faster. The hot flesh inside his tight pants was soon noticeable as you continue to please yourself without the knowledge of your boyfriend staring at you in your state.

“Babe it’s so sexy seeing you like this but I want to have a taste for myself.”

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Taehyung: Taehyung came home earlier than usually as he opened the door he was greeted with a buzzing noise. He was confused and followed the noise and as he got closer he heard you moaning uncontrollably. He reached the door slowly opening it as his heart was pounding incredibly fast afraid that it might be the worst. When he saw you moving the vibrator between your opened legs grinding yourself against the object his quick scared demeanor turned into lust.

“Couldn’t wait for me now could you jagiya?”

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Hoseok: Hoseok’s flight was delayed which meant one day less with him. You’d thought they would wait until the next flight which was the today but rather they took another route causing them to arrive at midnight. When he arrived home he was about to greet you warmly but reminded himself that you were most likely asleep. When he opened the door he found you on the couch touching yourself. You stared at him frightened as he closed the door. His eyes filled with lust.

“Continue while I go put my luggage away. No better yet wait until I come back baby girl. I want to see you pleasing yourself.”

Originally posted by hohbi

Jin: Jin hadn’t been home that much for the past couple of months and he noticed how badly you wanted to be intimate but he was always tired to even initiate it. He had snuck out from the photo shoot since they were all done with his shots and hurried home to you. But once he arrived home he heard your familiar whiny moans. His heart stopped as he followed your moans expecting the worst, to see you with another man. But the sight before him was you legs wide open dripping with cum moaning out

“You’re an impatient little girl are you?”

Originally posted by hugbin

Jungkook: Jungkook had the liberty to go back home after practice. As he quickly opened the door he was greeted with a moans that didn’t match you. His heart sunk as he went to your bedroom to see your laptop prop open and your legs opened as your eyes were shut listening to the screen. He smiled lustfully as he leaned against the wall staring at you feeling himself through his denim jeans.

“(Y/N).” He’d moan quietly as you were reaching your peak.

Originally posted by minpuffs

Yoongi: Yoongi arrived home late at night from the studio. He’d been hoping to cuddle with you and just finally relax but when he heard you moaning his name with low pleads. He loosen his belt muttering

“Screw sleeping I’d rather do you.“

Originally posted by vminv

Jimin: Jimin wanted to make up for not spending your two year anniversary. He came home with roses and a cute cake he baked with Jin. He stumbled to the darken living room about to call out to you when you moaned. He turned around quickly to the half opened bedroom door. He set the things down and walked slowly to see your mouth half opened with your behind facing him. He licked his lips groaning causing you to stop and look up at him.

“Now let me finish what you started.“

Originally posted by chimchams


Liam x Reader

Requested By Anon

“But you can’t!” Mason sighed as he hurried after Liam.


“Mason it’s not a date ok, she wants to put being part of the Lacrosse team on her application for college and I said I’d help her make the team.” Liam explained.

“Hey I am all for helping my sister but Liam, it says a week before the full moon you’ll be attracted to someone and you could accidentally mark someone.” Mason was attempting to stop Liam from hurrying over to you before class started and Liam stopped.


“So, I mark someone, it’s not like I’m an alpha.” He started walking to your locker when Mason growled under his breath.

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why is he your friend?

author’s note: i haven’t been writing fics for ages, at least not on tumblr because of life. i missed it, though. and dear even hansen pulls me right back in that i just [clenches fist] anyway. tree bros are #lyfe, even if i disagree with the name a little aha. 

ps: anyway if you haven’t read jump, i fucking 100% recommend it. 

Evan likes everything about Connor. 

Well, no. Not really. That’s not true. Sometimes Evan really doesn’t like it when Connor gives that glare? That hateful glare, you know? That makes his blue eyes turn — sharp. Like knives. Like it could cut you. Like Evan could feel it everywhere down his skin and it’s. God. It’s awful, like Evan’s stomach would twist and turn and wishes he could just tell Connor to stop. Don’t do that to him. What did he do wrong? What did he fuck up this time? Or when Connor fights with Zoe. He’s so. Terrible. It’s so terrible. The way they talk. And sometimes it makes Evan feel so— so angry. Because Evan doesn’t understand, even though he does. 

No, he understands that Connor is lonely and afraid and—he. He gets it. Not like how Evan feels, but the spectrum of their sadness is almost on the same level, and Evan — Evan at least knows it, and he gets that, but he’s still. Angry. Because. Connor shatters a lot of this image of Zoe in Evan’s head that he’s made up and that’s not cool but it isn’t Connor’s fault and why would Evan ever think Zoe’s so immensely perfect anyway when she really isn’t, because she’s human, because if she is perfect, then that’d be weird and wouldn’t that make her, like a robot? And what is the definition of perfect anyway? And it’s all strange and why do they even exist, and why does it even matter and—

Off topic.

But. Evan generally likes Connor. Not when he’s glaring or arguing or sneering or — or when he’s high. Because Connor’s level of angriness shoots up really badly when he’s not focused and there, and. He gets paranoid a lot and one time he gets really angry and it’s scary, and Evan really couldn’t remember much except his lungs can’t work well when Connor was staring at him like that, like knives were digging into Evan’s whole body and he feels like he could explode and melt all at the same time (in a very bad way, of course, and not in a gay way because Evan is not gay, because Evan is in love with Zoe and not Zoe’s brother) and Connor was seething about. About something. Maybe about Zoe. Or Larry. Or Cynthia. Evan couldn’t remember, but he’s apologising, Evan's saying sorry and Connor is still so mad, oh no, Evan wants to reach out, wants to soothe this whole mess but he’s making it worse because why wouldn’t he, because he’s such a mess himself, and why would Connor even care and—

A week later, Connor’s sprawled over (or on?) Evan on his bed and it’s weird and it’s — Connor’s heavy, heavier than Evan expects — and he’s crying, a little, saying he’s sorry and, “My drug dealer fucking punched me later, that piece of shit.” And Evan doesn’t get it, not really, but all he knows is that they might be okay, and Connor explained more that he’s sorry. He’s sorry that he fucked up. That he’s — crazy. And no, Evan was telling him, no he’s not. Not crazy. Just a little sick, maybe. Like Evan is. And Evan was so scared that Connor will punch him for categorising them on the same level, but all Connor did was snort-chuckle a little against Evan’s chest — where his snot and tears have all wet the area and Evan felt sticky and weird and was this okay? Was he breathing too hard? Was his chest too hollow that his bones felt like it’s prickling Connor back? — and stayed there. And maybe hummed. Like, he agreed. Which was crazy. Because in what world had Evan thought that Connor Murphy, the school’s resident delinquent and stoner, would ever agree with a lonely and pathetic loser like Evan?

“Anyway. Point is.” Connor was still sniffling and Evan can feel it — swear to God — just everything , every little movement, and it shook him to his core that they’re this close, that Connor wanted to be this close with Evan Hansen, the weirdest kid in school who hyperventilates on a daily basis like a goddamn career, and just. It’s weird. And it irked Evan a little that he’s not able to pick on his shirt, played with it, just do something — all he had was Connor’s own shirt on top of him (Connor’s own body and hair and everything, just everything) and he. All he’s left was to touch a little on the area of Connor’s shoulder. Petting. God, Evan’s a disaster. “I’m glad he did. One, I’m never gonna fucking buy anything from him again, fuck him. Second… I… I want to stop, anyway. Hansen. Fuck. I scared you, didn’t I? It—” 

Connor was shaking his head, and again. Evan. Evan felt it. Everything. Suddenly it’s like Connor was so expressive, even if Evan can’t see his face. “I can’t scare you again. So I’m gonna stop. Probably.” And then slower, “Slowly.” Like it’s a promise. Like it’s an attempt. Like Evan mattered.

And all anxiety aside, Evan… just likes that moment. 

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Klutzy Archangel

Summary: The reader lives with the Winchesters and does research for them when they go on hunts. Gabe pops in to visit the reader but he’s super clumsy and shy because he’s in love with her. 

Characters: Sam, Dean, Gabriel x reader

Warnings: Gabe being a total cutie? Fluff. Gabe is kind of out of character, but its cute so… 

Word Count: 2,035

Tagging: @mycuddlycorner @canadian-american-hoser

A/N: This wasn’t a request but someone posted about it and I wanted to write it, so I did. Thanks to @wrenrun for helping! You’re the best ily. Enjoy!

Originally posted by bandss-and-youtuberss

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[ENG TRANS] What are you doing V App - Nayeon’s welcome

Jungyeon literally just enters the V App and immediately Nayeon calls her. This is seriously the cutest conversation ever and totally #couplegoals. Look at the sounds they make on the phone!

JY: *smiles* Oh, NY-unnie is calling me! Haha, what is it?? Everyone, I will answer it~
JY: Yes, hello. I’m doing V App *laughs*
NY: *whines* I’m bored~~~~
JY: *laughs* Why? You’re bored?? *imitates her*
nyanyanyanya. I bet you’re looking at us having fun~
NY: Not really.. not really fun. The others kept on drawing for I don’t know how many minutes
JY: Ha! That’s why I came (on V App)
NY: *whines* When are you gonna finish :/
JY: I’m done already!
NY: Hurry come (back home)
JY: Alright, I’ll come back with mina
NY: *groans* ughmmm.
JY: Mmm!
NY: mm…
(They talk about the “Handphone Case” briefly because Nayeon stole Momo’s phone on another V App. Jungyeon doesn’t know what’s going on and just reads the comments.)
NY: Alright, you know (you can’t give spoilers about the Handphone case), bye~
JY: Yes~
NY: Mmm!
JY: *brightly* Bye! :)
NY: Bye!!! :)
JY: Even though I don’t know why she called but… *smiles and continues dancing*

Because she misses you, stupid!

Trans: only2yeon

nachtkniver  asked:

Hiiii, can you do a headcanon with the rfa and mc on their wedding night? Thank you!

Heya! Hope you like it! ^^

RFA on wedding night


  • He’s an actor, he knows how to stay calm before a big debut
  • But no musical he ever started made him feel that nervous. He feels like sweating, but he can’t sweat or it will ruin his make-up.
  • He noticed Seven and Jumin whispering about something looking concerned, what were those two up to?
  • They managed to distract him, but Yoosung entered the room. “Seven, did you already delete the photo of MC? Oh, Zen! I didn’t know you would be here…” “Usually, the broom room is reserved for the broom, Yoosung.” Jumin explained calmly, but it was very perceptive that he wasn’t pleased.
  • “What are you talking about? What photo of MC?” Zen got back to his nervous state. “I don’t think is worthy trying to hide from him anymore, some paparazzi took a photo of MC in her bride dress.” “But don’t worry, I’m already on it, Zen, there’s nothing to worry ab…”
  • “What’s wrong with these people? Seriously, they have absolutely no respect or consideration for such a sacred moment! MC doesn’t deserve this!” Zen ignored Seven and kept on yelling about boundaries and the difference between public and private, then he stopped when he heard a sweet voice coming from outside the room, through the door.
  • “Zen? Are you ok, honey?” it was you. Oh god! He was yelling that loud that you heard from your room? “I-I’m okay, babe. Do-don’t worry…” “Zen, you’re a great actor, but you know I can tell when you’re lying, right?”
  • He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, MC. I’m just pissed at the press! They can’t do that to you! If they can’t respect me, they should at least respect the woman of my life!” “Zen, it’s fine…” “No, it’s not fine, MC! Will it be like this forever? Every step we take is going to be followed around by these vultures? I… what if I can handle this?”
  • “Zen… I’m coming in!” “No, no, you can’t! It’s bad luck, babe!” “Bad luck would be you not seeing what everybody already saw, it’s okay… our love is stronger than any silly superstition…”
  • You came in and took Zen’s breath away, did he die and went to heaven? You looked like an angel… “Babe… you… you are…” you giggled and cupped his face with your hand. “You don’t have to handle anything by yourself from now on, Hyun. I’ll be here for you, no matter what, okay? Let them talk, everything will be ok as long as we’re together.”
  • All his anger from before was fading away, he was still amazed about your power of making everything that was wrong just… disappear. “So, I have a surprise for you” you told him “There’s something nobody saw it yet, you’ll be the first one…”
  •  “Oh, let’s… let’s give them some privacy, guys…” Seven said blushing and moving Jumin and Yoosung out of the room, you rolled your eyes. “It’s nothing naughty! I just… wanted to show you my vows…” “Oh, babe, you don’t have to!” “No, just read it! I… memorized this, so maybe it’ll feel different when you actually hear me there?”
  • It actually felt different when you were in the aisle, professing your love for him, the words were the same, but seeing you say it, your eyes tearing up, was a whole new experience. And in that moment, among all those flashes from all those cameras and all those people, all he could see was you, and it would be like that from now on.


  • He was unrecognizable, everybody was expecting a sweaty stuttering mess, he was just sitting there, quiet… staring at the wall.
  • “There’s something really wrong, dude!” Seven stated. “What are you talking about? He looks great!” Zen shrugged.
  • “Hey, Yoosung? Do you want anything? Some water, breathmints, a roofie?” Yoosung didn’t answer to Seven’s teasing… Yeah, this was bad.
  • “Yoosung? Are you okay, dude?” Zen asked, now noticing what Seven was talking about. Zen and Seven looked at each other, they had no idea what to do.
  • Seven went looking for you, he knocked at the door, Jaehee answered. “Hey… huh, try to be discreet, but… Yoosung is being really weird right now…” “If he’s panicking, just talk to him, he’ll be fine.” “No, that’s the problem, he’s… not panicking, he’s just… there.” “What do you mean?” Jaehee went out of the bedroom.
  • “Seven? Is that you? Is something wrong, Jaehee?” you were standing next to the door, oh god… “Talk! Is something wrong with Yoosung?”
  • “We’re… not sure… “ “So… what is it? Did he run away?” “WHAT? NO! I mean… Zen could stop him if he tried, right?” Oh my god…
  • “I should go and check him.” “MC, I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Jaehee warned you. “Seven, is he not saying anything? Looking like he’s spacing out?” “Yeah…” “See? I know my future husband and I know how to deal with him.”
  • You went to his room, it was worse than you thought, he looked like he had been playing LOLOL for 36 hours non-stop, but he didn’t play LOLOL for a while now.
  • “Yoosung? Are you okay, honey?” you came close to him carefully. “Tell me if there’s something wrong, and if I can help  you.”
  • He finally looked at you! You looked like a fairy! He could not believe it was real, you were real1 And you were going to get married to someone like him? “That’s exactly what’s wrong, MC.”
  • “What?” “Us…” “Yoosung…” “No, I’m serious! Look at you, coming to comfort me because I keep getting pathetic in front of you… what if I’ll never be able to comfort you? To help you? To protect you? It will feel like you’re my older sister, exactly like it was with…”
  •  You hold his hand sweetly. “Yoosung, do you love me?” “Of course, MC!” “You love me as much as you did that time when you got into Mint Eye?” “I love you even more, MC!”
  • “Well, didn’t you do everything to protect me back then? You’ve been acting like my guardian angel way before we decided to get married, Yoosung. It’s not a pair of rings or… saying vows and signing a document, it’s about us being able to rely on each other. And I rely on you so much, I look at your eye like this and I remember why I can rely on you that much, my Yoosung…”
  • Both of you were tearing a little. “I’m gonna be… the happiest man on Earth, right?” “It depends only on you.”
  • And when he saw you coming towards him in the aisle. He knew: yep, he was definitely the happiest man on Earth.


  • Both of you were anxious, she was better at hiding it.
  • You had breakfast together in complete silence, it felt like you two had to keep your feelings to yourselves right now and let everything out later in that aisle.
  •  You decided to come separated to the hotel where the wedding was going to happen. That way, you would actually miss each other.
  • You came first, Yoosung and Zen were already waiting for you to help you with whatever you needed. Jaehee would be here anytime soon.
  • But time was ticking, and you didn’t hear from hear. You asked the hotel staff, she haven’t arrived yet.
  • You called her. “Jaehee, is everything okay, honey?” “MC, I’m sorry, I’m stuck on traffic, there was an accident and…”
  • “MC, calm down! You didn’t let me finish! There was an accident on the road and now it’s intermitted, I might stay stuck here for a while…” you sighed in relief, but you quickly tensed up when you actually understood the trouble you were in.
  • “What do we do now, Jaehee? Oh, this is all my fault!” “MC, it’s not your fault, stop panicking, please! You’re making me nervous too.” “I’m sorry, love, I’m so so sorry, I… can’t help myself! I… I’m so afraid everything will go wrong! I can’t live with myself if something goes wrong between us, Jaehee, I can’t!”
  • “MC… I’m scared too, but it’s that good fear, you know what I mean? Like that one we felt when we opened the café, it’s not really a fear, it’s just…”
  •  “Anticipation” you completed her sentence and you both giggled. “It’s just… I treated you so coldly this morning, Jaehee, I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay, I did the same thing, we’re just trying to make the best out of it, but the best is when we act like we normally do, right? Maybe that’s our first lesson for when we get married…”
  • “Yes… I wonder when that will be…” “Be patient, I’ll be there as soon as you realize, MC!”
  •  And then something clicked in your mind. “Zen, can you do me a favor?”
  • Riding a bike on a dress was the most uncomfortable and craziest thing she’s ever done, but she was in a hurry as much as you were. She couldn’t wait anymore being away from you on such an important day…
  • When she got there, she barely had time to get her helmet off, you were all over her, hugging her tightly and kissing her face. “I’m so happy to see you, there’s so much I want to say to you now, Jaehee, I…” she put a finger on your lips. “I’m here, I’m safe, you look wonderful, and I wish to hear what you have to say when you read your vows to me. Everything will be fine, my love.”
  • And both of you said everything that was stuck on your throats since that awkward morning. Fortunately, mornings like that one would be soon replaced by the sweetest and romantic ones.


  • Was he nervous? Nobody could tell. But he’d been checking his tie and adjusting his cufflinks  each 10 seconds
  • Seven and Yoosung were talking a lot, Jumin couldn’t hear them, he was only thinking of you. How perfect you would look coming down the aisle, how amazing it would be your first dance as a married couple, how sweet would be the first moment you two would be alone… calm down, Jumin, you’re getting ahead of yourself! Maybe you shold check your tie again.
  • His father entered the room, Seven and Yoosung immediately excused themselves, truth be told, Mr. Chairman could be as intimidating as his son sometimes.
  • “I should tell you how proud I am of you, son. Seeing you so happy about sharing your life with a significant other is something I only hoped for you, and it actually happened. And she is a wonderful lady…”
  • “She’s really marvelous.” “Yes, I regret I ever doubted her intentions. If I knew better, I wouldn’t have convinced her to sign a pre-nup…” “You did what?”
  • “Well, I was worried about after that Sarah and Glam situation, and I thought she might be another gold digger, so I talked to her and she agreed on signing it. I should have known that moment when she didn’t even hesitate, she really loves you.”
  • “Yes, shocking, isn’t it? My own father didn’t think I could actually make someone fall in love with me for who I am, unbelievable…” “Son, it’s nothing like this…”
  • “Seriously, you really think talking to her behind my back because you were doubting her was a good idea? And why would she even agree to this? I…” “Son, calm down…”
  • “Yes, I will as soon as I talk to her. Excuse me, father.” Jumin entered in your room without previous warning, you tried to cover the dress, scared. “Ju-Jumin? What are you doing here?”
  • “Don’t need to cover yourself, love. I already saw the dress, remember? We were together when the designer sketched. Although seeing you like this is a heavenly vision, indeed…” you felt his eyes a little distant.
  • “Jumin, are you okay?” “Why didn’t you tell me you signed a pre-nup?” “Oh, this is… I thought your father wouldn’t say a thing, I just… was trying to make a good impression for him…”
  • “You don’t have to worry about what my father thinks, MC. You’re getting married with me! I’ll be the one to protect you, and I need you to have financial stability if something ever happens to me…” “Jumin, don’t even say a thing like that…”
  • “I’m sorry, but we have to be realistic here. If something ever happens to me, I can’t leave you without nothing, MC. This is much more serious and important than causing an impression on my father.” “I… I’m sorry, Jumin, I didn’t want to make you get mad or…”
  •  “I would never get mad at you.” He rushed to hold your hands. “I think it’s adorable you want to please my father, but from now on, we should make a commitment of discussing matters like that.” He felt himself calming down just by holding your warm soft hands. “Yes, I promise, Jumin…”
  • And you really did, as you repeated that in your vows. He didn’t regret seeing you before the marriage, it didn’t really make a difference in the end, since looking at you like that felt like he was seeing you for the very first time.


  • Nobody could bare him! He was getting snappy and rude to everybody, including his brother.
  • Saeran excused himself before he could punch him. Imagine a black eye on a day like this, MC would kill them both.
  • But he had to do something, and he knew you were the only one who could actually make Saeyoung go back to his normal stupid self.
  • “He’s being an ass, MC!” “Oh, I’m sure he’s just nervous, Saeran, give him time.” “Well, how much time do you have before getting on the aisle?” he had a point…
  • “Okay, I’ll talk to him…” you sighed and went to him, you knocked at the door. “Saeyoung? What’s going on?”
  •  “I can’t believe he called you! I told him I was fine! Ugh… just… go get ready, MC!” “Don’t tell me what to do like this, Saeyoung, I already said I don’t like it!”
  • “Well, I’m sorry if I’m actually worried about the wedding schedule, but if you want to waste time, be my guest!” oh no he didn’t!
  • You stormed out inside of his room. He looked at you surprised, you looked like you just stepped out of a fairy-tale… a very angry princess was coming towards him, oh crap!
  • “Listen, you prick! You can’t treat me or anybody who cares about you like this just because you’re nervous, you heard me? You think I’m not nervous too? That I’m not anxious about sharing my whole life with you? I’m freaking terrified, Saeyoung! But I swallowed my fears, put a smile on my face and just started thinking about how amazing it will be being with the person I most love in the whole universe. So I suggest you do the same and stop being an asshole! Was I clear?”
  • His eyes were widened, you sounded so… sexy! And you were absolutely right!  “Was I clear, Saeyoung?” “Crystal clear…”
  • “Good… so apologize to your brother and, fix your tie!” he fixed it so fast you felt like giggling, but you had to keep it serious “Hey, MC?” “Yes, Saeyoung?” “You look stunning!” “Yeah, thanks… “ you blushed and he grinned.
  •  “I’m really sorry, MC. I still have a long way to go about controlling my anxiety, but I know you will always be there to sensually scold me like you did jus now…” “ I wasn’t trying to be sensual, but ok…” “No,I… promise I’ll be the best for you, MC! I’ll never let a wet towel on the bed and I’ll always put down the toilet seat and… I’ll do my best to only show you my best side, because you deserve the best, after all…” “Thanks for saying that, but I hope these aren’t your vows, I don’t really want to hear about toilet seats in front of the priest, Saeyoung…” you two laughed.
  • And his vows actually weren’t nothing like that, it was so sweet and honest that you cried. He promised himself if he would ever make you cry again, it could only be tears of joy like this.

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Overtime at the Office (Democratic Republicans x Reader)

A/N: Congratulations to @ziggyd94-blog-blog for being my 500th follower! 😁
To celebrate reaching 500 followers I’m starting my new NSFW Democratic Republicans x Reader series! This is my first fic about the Democratic Republicans so I hope I got them right. Please enjoy~
You sat at your desk in Jefferson & Associates, Lawyers, and Solicitors, waiting for your work day to end so you can go home a finish the assignment that laid on your kitchen table.

It was hard to juggle a legal secretary job and studying to become a full-blown lawyer but you had somehow managed to do it. Mostly by spending your nights studying to get your degree and to pass the Bar Exam.

This one assignment was giving you a particularly hard time. Then again so was your huge crush on the two guys you worked for. The ‘Associates’ in ‘Jefferson & Associates’: James Madison & Aaron Burr.

They were both incredibly attractive males wrapped in Armani suits that drove expensive cars and lived in luxury apartments.

While you lived in small matchbox sized studio apartment with paper thin walls. That was one of the reasons you needed to get your degree and become a lawyer. (Also to help people with their legal issues.)

You heard the deep voices of Aaron and James coming down the hall to your tiny cubicle that every legal secretary was given when hired. The most of the other secretaries were also attracted to the two men, but for some reason they always seemed to focus in on you.

“Coming to lunch, (Y/N)?” Aaron asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

You looked up at him with a smile. “I’ll be right there, just gotta send this email.”

You quickly clicked send and gathered up your things, walking with Aaron to the elevators.

It was just the two of you alone in the enclosed space, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt his fingers on your butt. You brushed it off as an accident but the dirty part of your mind hoped that it was intentional. You distracted yourself with small talk. To your surprise, James was waiting for you.

“Hello (Y/N), looking very nice as always.” James politely said to you as he escorted you to his BMW. You felt your face heat up as beside you, his large hand on the small of your back. You slipped into the backseat, while Aaron took the front with James.

James drove to a ritzy cafe, that you could never hope to afford to go to on a regular basis with your current secretary salary.

You ended up ordering the cheapest thing on the menu, a grilled ham and swiss sandwich. James laughed and told you to order anything you wanted, it was on him. You furrowed your brows at him.

“What’s the catch?”

“You’ll owe me one.” He said with a small smile and a caress across the back of your hand that you couldn’t dismiss easily. You blushed.

“Will you accept sexual favours as payment?” You joked.

“I have no problem with that.” James stated.

“No problem with what?” Aaron said, sitting down at the table with a cup of coffee.

“Sexual favours.” James repeated with a calm smile.

“Oh really~” Aaron gave you a grin.

“Hey I’m not just giving them away…” You said in mock resentment. “It’s an exchange…James was sweet enough to buy me lunch.”

“And I’m paying for your drink.” Aaron commented as he waved the waiter down for another cup of coffee for me. “Do I get repaid in sexual favors as well?” he smirked at you and then James.

“So… What exactly are the terms of these favours in repayment for our kindness?” Aaron asked, leaning back against the back of his chair while James leaned over the table, both seemed in loom over you.

‘Holy…WTF?!’ You thought. There’s no way that they were seriously considering it…could they? With you? How should you respond? Take it seriously or brush it off like a joke?

Aaron smiled, and James raised his eyebrows. “I think a threesome would suffice, what do you say James?”

James nodded, taking a sip of his tea. “Definitely a sufficient choice. I’ve had a few experiences before and I could deal with you, Aaron, as long as (Y/N) is there as well.”

You stared at them both, mentally picturing the three of you together. Your naked bodies squirming, tangled in sheets, arms, and legs, heavy moans and hot carnal whispering ran through your mind, making your panties damp. You crossed your legs feeling a bit awkward having their hot stares on you.

“Uhm…” You spoke, not able to come up with anything else.

“I think we broke her…” Aaron said.

“Not yet, we haven’t.” James said with a smirk.

Thankfully the food finally came and you were able to busy yourself from the debauched thoughts of a threesome that Aaron Burr and James Madison had put in your head. You cheeks flushed, keeping your gaze on the sandwich in your hands as you three talked business, occasionally getting a glance your way or a mention about the threesome.

After you finished your lunches and James and Aaron paid for the meal, you rode back to work in a sexually charged silence. You got into the elevator with them, the two of them next to you, James on one side, Aaron on the other. They got closer as more people from different departments got on the elevator.

Two hands reached and cupped themselves over your ass. Your cheeks went red and your body tingled, nipples hardening inside your thinly padded bra. Apparently too thin, because you could feel the little display you were giving them.

As the elevator emptied and left the three of you alone, the doors closed on the seventh floor, you yelped as James’ hand gripped your left cheek in a strong grip. You felt his hot breath against your ear, making your heart to flutter and your pussy to cry out in need as it begged between your legs.

“So, how about it? We could go back to my place after work, I have a super-king sized bed that can easily fit all of us…” he smiled.

Aaron wasn’t letting up either, feeling his hand caress and rub the cheek he had grabbed, moving down and under the swell of your posterior, getting dangerously closer to the more needy part of your anatomy. You shivered, desperately trying to hold yourself together.

“It is a tempting–VERY tempting-offer, but I have to decline, guys.” You said, trying hard to mask your disappointment. “I’m just too busy, with my classes, and assignments for my course and my work here, I just don’t have the time.”

The elevator doors opened on your floor and you quickly made your escape, turning back just in time to see the sad puppy dog eyes that they were making, you could swear that James even whimpered as the doors closed.

You shook your head, clearing away the desires, and straightened your clothes out before heading back to your cubicle.
Watching the tick-tock of a clock had never been a favorite hobby of yours, but when you had all your work done and was ready to hurry home to work on that stupid assignment there was no helping it.

You were jolted from your thoughts about the assignment you had barely worked on that was due in two days and the naughtier imaginings that took root from the seeds that the two associates had planted in your mind over lunch by the distinctive ring of your desk phone.

Your body was still wound up tighter than a spring toy with the desire for sexual release because of those two. Looks like your trusty vibrator will be getting quite the workout when you got home.

You answered the phone, it was Mr Jefferson.

“Good day, Mr Jefferson.”

“Good day, (Y/N), I was hoping you could do some overtime today, we have a very important client coming in for a meeting after work and I need you to take the minutes of that meeting.” His deep voice made me shiver, it was bad enough working with James and Aaron, two of the hottest men you’d ever come across, but when you put Mr Jefferson into the picture, it was three levels of sexiness that no man or woman would be able to resist.

“Of course, Mr Jefferson.” You answered, “Which conference room will we be using?“

You would have to set up the room, lay out a pitcher of water and some glasses and get everyone coffee before the meeting started, the usual secretary stuff. It might not seem like a big deal, but it was very important in the world of business.

“Fantastic, it’ll be in conference room 2A and thanks for staying late.” Mr Jefferson said, before hanging up.

You looked at the clock, it was close to six, the rest of your co-workers around you were already getting ready the end of the day, finishing their filing and saving documents. You stood up and put the files away, shut down your computer and headed to the office kitchen.

You filled the pitcher with water from the cooler. A pat on your bum made you jump, making the water spill over the floor as I jumped in fright. You looked to see James behind you.

“Crap.” I muttered, turning around to confront James. He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help myself, you just have the most tantalizing rear.” He said smiling, leaning in against you, his breath radiating against your skin. “And hopefully one day, I’m going to have the pleasure of eating it.” His voice was thick with lust. You turned away, harshly biting your bottom lip as your overexcited mind sent jolts to your pussy.

You shivered when he left, the cold air of the air-conditioning leaving you cool and desiring for the warmth of a man pressed against you. You quickly went about setting up the small conference room for the meeting with the client.

Just as you were wiping down the table you could feel someone’s eyes on your form that was bent over the flat wooden surface, reaching out to the other side of the table with the cloth. You straightened up and looked over your shoulder.

Aaron was there, ogling at your ass. He smiled and left the doorway, leaving you with a bow and a lick of his lips that had you wondering when you’d ever have enough free time to take them up on their offer.

As the last of the staff left for the day, you finished preparing the room and brought your laptop in, setting it up and placing a couple of extra notepads and pens with ‘Jefferson & Associates’ on the pads, ready for use.

You heard the elevator door open and the voices of Mr Jefferson and another man echoed down the now quiet halls. Then you heard the unmistakable voices of two other men, Aaron and James. This had to be a really case case for all three of the top people in the firm to be involved.

Waiting patiently, and straightening up when the men entered, shaking hands with Senator Franklin, then taking your seat behind your laptop, typing up the minutes of the meeting, setting in the opening time and who was in attendance. All the legal stuff that protects ones ass in a sensitive cases like this one.

Mr Jefferson motioned for everyone to take their seats, then handed everyone some coffee. James and Aaron took the seats right beside you. They were so close you could feel their body heat against yours, even being able to feel the rising and falling of their chests with each breath.

And you definitely felt their hands, on your thighs.

The meeting began with the Senator thanking us for making the time to see him, knowing fully well that this issue could destroy his political career.

Mr Jefferson nodded knowingly and affirmed Senator Franklin that they would do everything that they could to help him, then he nodded to you to begin documenting the conversation.

You began to type and record the Senator’s story, James and Aaron still beside you, Aaron’s fingers gently caressing your thigh through your nylon thigh-highs. Your skirt thought it was a good idea to rise up to mid-thigh when you sat down as if it was in league with James and Aaron .

James’s fingers slipped under the hem of your skirt and bit by bit started to pull it up towards your hips. You did your best to ignore the two men aiming to get into your panties and be the professional you want to be.

You could feel your face begin to burn as their hands inched up higher on your thighs as Senator Franklin recounted the filthy details of how he had a crazy night with five college girls, and how one of them turned out to be a seventeen year old french exchange student that he had gotten pregnant even though she told him she was on birth control.

As the Senator went on, James and Aaron moved their hands higher and higher, fingers brushing, nails running along your skin. Arousing you, you kept yourself straight, your legs caged within the tight bounds of your skirt, James pulled it up a bit more, exposing your lace panties.

You could have sworn you had heard James give a sigh of happiness as his fingers drew around the edge of my panties. Aaron, not one to be left behind, slid his fingers under the edge of your panties, his exploring digits finding the mound of your pussy.

Your breath hitched and you started to cough as the spit you swallowed went down the wrong hole. Luckily your coughing fit was covered the extreme redness of your cheeks.

You reached for the glass of water that Mr Jefferson offered you, his index finger stroked your own. You thought you saw his eyes glimmer with something that made him look like a predator eying his prey.

You quickly downed your drink and then went back to taking the minutes. James and Aaron going back to their exploration of your pussy, being bolder with their moves as they slipped their fingers along your folds.

You lost track of how many spelling errors you made, to distracted with James and Aaron’s teasing of your lower lips. You even had to retype an entire passage after accidentally hitting the delete key. You forced yourself to focus but with two hot guys working your fold made it nearly impossible. You was so horny and wet that you were sure Mr. Jefferson could smell the scent of your heat mixing with the coffee aroma in the room.

All you actually wanted to do was push the laptop off the table, bend your horny self over that table, pull up your skirt, and order them to finish you off with their cocks.

But no… the two bastards had to slip their fingers right into your wet pussy. Just as the Senator was finishing up his story and leaving. You couldn’t hold it anymore, letting out a tiny moan as Aaron’s (or was it James’s?) finger tapped against g-spot.

Thankfully Mr Jefferson had led the Senator out of the room, but he came back into the room and looked at the three of us.

“I want to see you all in my office, we need to have a talk about teamwork.” He said, his voice low and meaningful. His eyes focused on you a little longer than on the two boys.

When he left, Aaron and James slipped their fingers out of your wet heat, getting you to mew softly at the loss of their gifted fingers. They slid their fingers, still glistening with your juices into their mouths and sucked them clean.

You hastily saved the file on the laptop before shutting it down, James and Aaron and their cocks had gotten up and were waiting for you beside the door to the hall. You put your laptop in your bag and followed them out, their hands on the small of your back, their hard and stiff cocks looking so huge in their Armani pants as they escorted you up to the top floor where Mr Jefferson’s office was.


Sneak peek at the JayTim one-shot I’m working on for jaytimweek!


“Sometimes I think you want to eat me,” Jason said, examining a mark on his stomach, still wet from Tim’s mouth. It was purple and red and pretty, and soft around the edges; a flower petal blown off the stem during a rainstorm, clinging damply to Jason’s skin.  

Tim didn’t answer. Instead, he bent his head down over one of the scars near Jason’s hipbone and bit down.

“Jesus,” Jason huffed out, bookended by a curse word or two. Something vulgar that made his pouty lips look indelicate in the handsome cut of his face.

“Does that mean you want me to stop?” Tim’s lips ghosted over one of Jason’s nipples.

It was a rare, lazy Sunday morning, an entire day free of responsibilities waiting for them beyond the bedroom door. When Jason had woken up, Tim had already been waiting for him, watching for the moment his breathing changed.

Now, Jason’s body jerked under the ticklish, teasing pressure. Tim felt Jason’s hands flutter for a moment to hover over the back of his head, only to fall helplessly to the bed sheets. “No.”

When Tim glanced up, Jason’s head was thrown back and the tendons in his neck were straining against soft, dewy skin. Watching Jason like this was Tim’s favorite thing, a narrow opening into the locked pleasures of Jason’s mind; a sliver of blue moonlight spilling into an empty bedroom.    

“Beautiful,” Tim huffed between the valley of Jason’s collarbones.

A startled gasp.

Tim lifted his head fully to stare at Jason’s half-lidded eyes. In answer, he brought his hands up, soft palms and callused fingers, to cup the sides of Tim’s face. Thumbs stroked over Tim’s cheekbones, making his skin warm.

“What do you want?” Tim asked, ducking his head so he could rub his lips against Jason’s wrist.  

Ordinarily, Tim considered himself a reasonable, practical person. The mundanities of his daily persona wrapped up tightly in a sharp-looking suit, rigid manners and tightly contained boredom. Yes, to this investment. No to lunch in Park West, even with the view of Gotham River and the surrounding highrises. Push the level 20 elevator button to his top-floor office; push ground when it was time to leave.    

But he’d learned something new about himself these past few months. The carefully constructed control he’d painstakingly built over the years was dust in the wind of Jason’s hitched breaths.

“I want…,” Jason sighed, pulling Tim’s face closer to capture his lips briefly. “You could do anything.”

Jason’s voice was a lightning strike on Tim’s body. He yielded to Jason’s kiss until the words blossomed into something too sweet and dangerous to name, leaving the taste of smoke on his tongue.

Tim moved down the bed until he was between Jason’s legs. He ran his palms up and down the powerful muscles of Jason’s thighs, stirring the light dusting of downy hair.

“Anything, he says,” Tim mocked softly, his hands stilling on Jason’s knees, his lips skimming the taunt, thin skin just below Jason’s bellybutton. “Where’s your sense of self preservation?”

“With that mouth?” Jason laughed, the sound sliding like warm honey down Tim’s spine. “I’d be stupid to give you less.”

Tim smiled, settling down more comfortably between Jason’s legs. He could still remember the first time they’d done this, hurried and frantic, both too desperate for it to even fully undress. You’re lips are going to ruin me, Jason had said against his mouth. You ruin me completely.

When Tim pulled back the thin white comforter from his waist, Jason was wonderfully naked. His cock was hard, thick and pretty, curved against one hip.  

“Anything,” Tim repeated, pretending to think. Pretending like he hadn’t already imagined forty different ways to fuck Jason since his first opened his eyes, each passing thought more intoxicating than that last.

“I have some ideas,” Jason volunteered, his voice low and promising. “If you’re having a hard time.”

“Would that turn you on?” Tim asked, sliding his palms further up Jason’s thighs. “Me doing whatever you say?”

Jason’s strong fingers twisted gently in Tim’s hair. “I’m already turned on.”

“I noticed.”

“Very perceptive, Detective.” Jason stretched, trying to bring his hips back into contact with Tim’s heat. “Gonna read me my rights next?”

“Why?” Tim asked, before his mouth found the soft skin on Jason’s inner thigh. “Have you been bad?”

bacoose  asked:

My new manager gave me the nickname "turtle" because I'm "slow at doing everything"...I'm the fastest cashier in the store, I just take my leisurely time if its not something that needs to be done in a hurry.

The cashiers in one store I was in all called me asshole. They wanted to hang out and talk and I made them work. They all signed a petition to get me fired because they hated me so badly. They went above the store management to the district manager. He had a meeting with me after he talked to most of the front end and the management. Asked me what I thought about it. I told him “I’m here to get the work done. I’m not here to be liked by the cashiers. If they are my friends I’m not a boss.”

I walked out of that meeting with a $1 an hour raise. They were so pissed off I wasn’t fired. I didn’t have the heart to tell them about the raise.


anonymous asked:

Hello! This isn't a request, just sharing a thought i had. Imagine a human friend of the lost light crew pulling off the classic "thumb-split" trick and they were doing it for laughs thinking it obviously wouldn't fool them, but it turns out the bots actually fall for it. One is yelling. Another one is staring horrified into oblivion. What have you dONE


You hurry to put your thumb back and everyone sighs in relief…

‘Are… there not magicians on Cybertron?’ you wonder.

You pull a coin from behind Rodimus’ finial. 

He’s like this:

Originally posted by odoredifelicita

anonymous asked:

Hey <3 I really liked your Seventeen as Neighbors especially the Joshua one. Can I request Mark Jb and Jinyoung as neighbors?

i don’t write for got7 but i did a jinyoung neighbor thing for the au game so,,,
also they all look really good recently,,,,,gosh i love got7 

Jinyoung’s can be found here –> (x)


  • doesn’t really speak all that often, but is really polite. as in, to older tenants he always bows respectfully, to people his age he always smiles and nods, and to the kids he’s just super sweet bending down to ruffle their hair and laugh at whatever they tell him
  • and like he’s really athletic like you never see him use the elevator, he always runs up the stairs even though his apartments on the 10th floor 
  • the building you live in also has a park right across the street and if you wake up early enough you can look out of your window and see mark working out, doing pull ups on the monkey bars and whatnot
  • (sometimes in the summer he does this shirtless and let’s just say you’re not the only person looking out of their window completely mesmerized LOL)
  • has a cross on his door along with a little sticker of the taiwanese flag which were all sent to him in his first care package from his parents when he moved in alone
  • he’s really casual, you can see that in the way he dresses mainly in basketball shorts and hoodies, but his apartment is just the same. as in he’s got like no actual decorations in his apartment just work out equipment, his computer, and his bed,,,,
  • like he’s got photos of his family hung  up on the refrigerator but like ,,,, a proper table? nope. a wardrobe? don’t need it. a mirror? the bathroom has one don’t need another one LOL
  • and there’s another thing about mark,,,,he really ,,,,doesn’t know how to do laundry properly
  • and you’ve noticed this because you guys both do laundry really late and you’ve bumped into him a few times and every damn time you see him putting his lights and darks together and forgetting to change the waters temperature
  • and one day you see him standing there, looking down at a pair of jeans and you’re like “they shrunk didn’t they?” and he turns around to look at you and he’s like “how did you know?” and you’re like “because,,,,,you always put your jeans in hot water,,,,,you shouldn’t do that,,,,”
  • and marks like what you can change the temperature of the water?? and you’re like boy,,,,,,so you go over and carefully explain what all buttons on the machine are actually used for and mark sheepishly confesses that he thought everything was just good in its default setting and you’re like unfortunately,,,,no 
  • and you start putting your own clothes in and mark goes over to the dryer and once again begins to just dump everything in there
  • and you hurry over like “no for this you also need to sort everything out-”
  • and before you know it you’re back to explaining 
  • and mark listens, nodding along but then you make the mistake of looking up at him while you’re talking and he’s got his lips parted, tongue peeking out because he’s really concentrated on what you’re saying
  • and he looks,,,,,,so good and if you shift your eyes just a bit you’ll notice that the shirt he’s wearing is pretty loose and you know there’s his chest-
  • and you’re like “hand dry- dry - dry - dry,,,,” you basically stutter and have to catch yourself
  • and mark meets your eyes and sees your cheeks are red and he doesn’t even have to know why he just stands up straight and gives you a grin like “should i zip up my jacket, is it that distracting?”
  • and you’re like ASFDHJLDA what nOO,,,um,,,,,,as- as i was saying-
  • and mark laughs and you’re like oh god im so embarrassed 
  • but he’s like not laughing /at/ you he’s just like he thinks you’re really cute getting sidetracked by him
  • and he’s like “keep going, im listening” and when you’re done you’re like,,,,im gonna go,,,,hurry over and do my own laundry and maybeneverlookyouintheeyesagain
  • but before you do mark is like “let me thank you-”
  • and you’re like there’s no need, really but then he does something that makes you hide your face he lifts the hem of his jacket and shirt just a bit to flash his stomach and you’re like WHAT,,,,,and he bursts into laughter again
  • before apologizing and he’s like “sorry, sorry teasing you is just really fun - you look cute, but i mean it let me thank you by taking you to dinner sometime?”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,o,,,,,,ok,,,,,but seriously mark tuan keep your shirt on from now on
  • and marks like lmaooo ok but are you sure you don’t want another peek- and you’re like do nOT make me throw this detergent bottle at you


  • has the prettiest pet cat that always sits by the window and waits for jb to come home 
  • and sometimes you see it when you pass by and she’s so pretty,,,with bright blue eyes and you wave but then get embarrassed because PLEASE she’s a cat she can’t wave back
  • jb’s an avid reader but he keeps all his books in stacks on the floor of his living room and bedroom and he doesn’t have a proper bed, just a lay out futon 
  • and his kitchen, the places where you should be storing like plates and what not - full of books,,,,,like he eats out at the restaurants near the building and sometimes just lives off triangle kimbap for a week
  • he doesn’t really decorate but he does sometimes tear out a photo from a magazine of a pretty place like the forest or the amazon and puts it up because he likes nature
  • the problem is when youngjae gifted him a plant ,,,,he over-watered it and it died
  • now jb can’t live with the regret of hurting another plant so he just puts up photos LOL
  • and you know him on like a casual basis ,, like you both are the youngest people on your floor and also like you guys sometimes see each other at the local take-out places so it’s like on a hi/how are you/bye basis
  • but you,,,,,,really like jb
  • if not for the fact that he has a cat LOL but also like you like his personality because although on the surface he sometimes seems so stoic you’ve seen his warm smile, the one that comes out when he feeds stray animals or  is really immersed in a book
  • and you’ve seen him walk into trees and poles because he can’t pick his nose up from his book
  • and you’re like how can someone so undeniably, inhumanly handsome ,,,,,,be such a goofy person,,,,,,
  • but also whenever your eyes meet jb’s, even when you just say good morning to each other in passing, your heart speeds up and you just can’t,,,,,,you can’t do anything but look away in embarrassment 
  • until you find yourself walking home in horrible rain, muttering that the wind is so strong and that your bags going to get wet but you stop because in front of you is jb,,,,
  • jb on his knees in the middle of the street, hastily shoving things into his bag and under his arm and you step closer to see that someones abandoned a crate of old books outside of their doorstep
  • and jb is desperately trying to get them all out before the rain soaks them through
  • but he’s also wearing nothing but a long sleeved t-shirt so his back is drenched in rain and with this wind,,,,you’re worried he’ll catch a cold
  • so you come closer, leaning the umbrella you’re holding over jb so it covers him too and he notices, looking up in surprise and you meet his eyes and !!!! you apologize for coming over you just didn’t want him to get anymore wet
  • and just shakes his head and tells you that you should hurry home because the rain is getting worse 
  • but you stand there and wait as jb tries to get all the books and you use your free hand to put some in your own bag to help
  • and you don’t see but the corner of jb’s lips pull up into a small smile and once he has gathered all the books he’s like “let’s run so we get home quickly”
  • and you try to keep the umbrella up high but sometimes it knocks jb’s temple, but he doesn’t complain, he’s so thankful for you but you keep squeaking out apologizes like oh my god,,,, and he’s like no no it’s nothing
  • and once you’re indoors, jb shuffling around for his key he asks if you’d want to come in maybe,,,,,since you also are carrying some of the books 
  • and when you do you’re a bit shocked by how many books there really are and you’re just like ,,,,giggling because there’s empty coffee mugs balancing on books and there’s cat toys everywhere and uneven photos of flowers on the wall and like
  • you look at jb, whose trying to tidy up and stutters that he has no tea is water ok?? and you’re like “i won’t stay lon-”
  • but then the cat comes out and curiously weaves its way between your legs - meowing and jb’s like “you can pet her, she’s asking you to”
  • and you lean down, hand trembling a bit but the cat just nudges your palm with her head and your heart is EXPLODING because she’s so CUTE AND SOFT and 
  • jb is like laughing all of a sudden and you look over like ??? and he’s like “not to be rude, but you’re literally glowing - i didn’t know you liked cats so much” and you’re like “i like your cat so much, she’s so gorgeous”
  • and jb blushes like you just complimented him and not the cat but it’s cute he’s like “,,,,,yeah she is,,,,,pretty,,,,,”
  • and you sit down, the cat making a comfortable home in your lap and jb comes over to pass you a mug with water and you’re like “i don’t want to overstay, but she’s,,,,she’s asleep,,,,,,i don’t want to get up-” and jb is like “it’s fine no you can stay!” and he leans over to drag over the books he brought
  • and you notice how he’s still wearing his wet shirt and you’re like “um,,”
  • but then he looks at you and you freeze again because his eyes are such a deep brown, so clear that the light makes them look almost like stars, and your words get caught in your throat
  • and he’s like ?? and you’re like “s-s-s-shirt your- shirt is,,,,,wet,,,,,,,cold,,,,,,you’ll catch one,,,” and jb reddens a bit and he’s like oh let me go change,,,,
  • and you guys are both blushing now and you distract yourself by picking up a random book until jb comes back in another shirt and it’s like
  • you two are so awkward, but somehow like there’s something really cute and jb mentions that his cat doesn’t grow fond of people so quickly but with you it’s different
  • and when she finally wakes up, skipping out of your lap and walking over to find food you say your goodbyes but jb is like one sec
  • and he comes back with your umbrella and he’s like you almost forgot it here and you’re like “you should keep it!! you don’t have one do you” and he’s like howd you know 0: and you’re like “you don’t have much in your apartment,,,keep it,,,,”
  • and jb hesitates but smiles and thanks you but right as you leave through the door he goes 
  • “come back soon, i think my cat will miss you.” (he’ll miss you too) 

anonymous asked:

Boyfriend era prompt - post-coital pillow talk, just after their first time since getting back together. You can decide where in the timeline this takes place :)

an allusion to gordon in this ficlet, but it’s not explicit - literally just a brief implication of what happened.

If Robert was honest, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself, now he’d done the awkward cleanup, condom wrapped in tissue and thrown into Aaron’s bin, his boyfriend lying in bed, under the covers now.

Easing his boxers over his hips, Robert settled under Aaron’s duvet with him, figuring it would feel less odd if he just went with it.

(The sex hadn’t been odd, that had been perfect, but the aftermath of their hookups had always been getting quickly dressed, and Robert going back to his life with Chrissie, but his life was here now, with Aaron - so they had some new post-sex habits to learn.)

Propping his head up with his hand, Robert looked at Aaron intently. “Are you okay?” he asked, genuinely asking. It had taken them a while, to take the next step, to have sex, and well - Robert wanted to make sure Aaron was okay, like really, completely okay.

“I’m not broken, Robert,” Aaron shook his head, duvet pulled up around his chest, his hair sweaty and plastered to his forehead. “Of course I’m okay.”

“I just wanted to be sure,” Robert said. “This - this was big, you know?”

He wasn’t sure how to phrase what he wanted to say, wasn’t sure how you put that sort of question into words that wouldn’t hurt, or harm, because that was the last thing Robert wanted to do.

Aaron was quiet for a second, thoughtful. “It was a little overwhelming,” he admitted, shifting a little closer to Robert. “And not because of him, because it’s you, Robert, and I never thought I was going to get to have this with you again.”

Robert let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, the niggling worry he’d felt as he’d come down from his orgasm, to a serious expression on Aaron’s face, gone. “So it was okay?”

Aaron snorted. “Do you want me to stroke your ego or summat?” he questioned, poking at Robert’s stomach. “You know how I feel about sex with you.”

Robert grinned. “Remind me.”

“You can fuck off if you just want me to tell you about how good you are in bed,” Aaron rolled his eyes, checking the time on his phone, the artificial light harsh in his dimly lit room, the two of them illuminated only by Aaron’s bedside lamps, something soft, and romantic about the lighting. “It’s late.”

Robert squinted at his watch, shrugging slightly. “I don’t feel like sleeping,” he admitted, energy coursing through his veins. He’d thought about this, being with Aaron again, getting to have sex with him again, a lot.

They’d been back together for well over a month and a half now, and they’d done stuff, sure - hurried handjobs in the morning, swallowing each other’s moans with desperate kisses, starting slow, slower than their relationship had ever been, but this, tonight, it had been their first time.

Second first time, if the world would allow Robert a second to be unbearably cheesy, because everything about it had felt like a second chance at a first, the slow movements, the lingering touches.

Robert had fallen in love all over again, as he’d been able to watch Aaron’s forehead crease up, expression heavy with pleasure as Robert did what he’d always done best with Aaron, take him apart with his hands, his mouth, his dick.

They’d always gotten the sex part right, even if they’d never done much else right, and Robert was glad, really, that they’d taken so much time to get to know each other again over the past few weeks, before they brought sex back into their relationship.

Everything felt more real, this time around.

Because it was real, he supposed.

“Me neither,” Aaron admitted, shuffling a little closer, legs tangling with Robert’s. His skin was warm, against Robert’s bare chest, the soft material of his boxers brushing against his thighs, making the hairs there stand on end.

Robert moved, grinning at the undignified huff that Aaron let out as Robert forced him to move a little, so he could hook an arm under him, and around his back, pulling him close to his chest.

He didn’t much feel like leaving any space between them, not tonight.

Aaron wrapped his arms around Robert’s back, digging his chin into Robert’s shoulder. “I’m really glad we’re doing this,” he said quietly, Robert able to count his every breath, feel the rise and fall of his boyfriend’s chest against his own, Aaron’s heartbeat regular, and real. “I’m glad we’re giving ourselves a real chance.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you sooner,” Robert said, practically breathing the words into Aaron’s ear, apologies tinging his every word. He’d never be able to make up for all the things he’d done, all the ways he’d done wrong by Aaron, but moments like this, where he could hold him close and make him feel good, and safe, well - it felt like the universe was giving him a chance to do something worthwhile with his life, do something good.

(Loving Aaron was something good, something that gave him the confidence, the strength, to be the person he’d refused to ever be, out, and happy, and maybe proud, one day soon.)

“You’re here now,” Aaron replied, pressing his lips to the cool skin of Robert’s shoulder, his grip on Robert’s back tightening.

Robert pulled the duvet up around them a bit more, lips pressed to the side of Aaron’s head. “I’m always going to be here for you, Aaron - from now on. There’s nowhere else I’d want to be.”

Aaron was quiet for a second, before he laughed, the sound shockingly loud and brilliant in the otherwise quiet room. “I didn’t realise sex made you so soppy,” he teased, Robert rolling his eyes good-naturedly in response.

“Quit the teasing,” Robert drawled, sleep finally feeling as though it was going to come, his eyes fluttering shut. “Or I’m not going to bother rocking your world like I just did ever again.”

anonymous asked:

writing prompts: hiccup and astrid “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me” (from @thelastinspiritdragonrider :D )

Ah, this one-shot is a bit OC, and not one of my best works… or so I think anyways, but hopefully it isn’t too horrible lol. Thank you for the prompt request! <3 :) This takes place after Season 4.


Astrid stared in horror as Tuff and Snotlout dragged in Hiccup’s prone and limp shape, each hanging onto the lifeless Haddock by one arm. Ruff, Fishlegs, and Toothless followed close behind, all person’s wearing strained and concerned looks on their faces.

“What happened?” Astrid whispered, dashing forward and picking Hiccup into her arms. As the other jumbled answers to explain, she carefully carried her boyfriend over to the bed in the corner of the Clubhouse.

“Fishlegs.” She ordered, looking sharply to the burly teen. “What happened?”

Fishlegs looked sorrowful. “Dragon was a bit fiercer then we realized.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was a Monstrous Nightmare. Huge, Monstrous Nightmare,” Snotlout explained, “and he wasn’t friendly either. Didn’t even want to be near the other dragons- and that idiot just thought he could waltz right up to the thing and train it with no weapons handy.”

Astrid bit her lip and looked back down to Hiccup, taking in his shaggy appearance and blood swiped face. His eyes were closed, his mouth parted slightly, and his entire left arm was soaked in vibrant red. And she highly doubted- yet desperately hoped- it belonged to the Nightmare.

“Ruffnut, get clean water. Snotlout and Tuffnut, blankets, clean cloths, and bandages. Fishlegs… can you help me with his shirt?”

Everyone moved to do as assigned, while Toothless merely stepped forward and nuzzled Hiccup’s un-injured hand lovingly. Astrid stared at the dragon in sympathy, before redirecting her attention to the injured limb again, wanting to burst into tears and scoop the injured boy into her arms at the sight of it.

After taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment, Fishlegs knelt down and began to cut away at Hiccup’s sleeve, while Astrid tugged at the straps of his armor. Once undone, she discarded the pieces under the bed and helped pull Hiccup’s right arm from the sleeve. She glanced over to where Fishlegs was working, nearly choking on a sharp cry at the sight of all the blood and the jagged wound that ran up the length of Hiccup’s forearm. It flashed unwanted images through her mind of a time not so long ago where Hiccup was in this same predicament, only with a different limb that he no longer had…

Fishlegs slit the shirt at the neckline, so the fabric fell away easily allowing Astrid to toss the useless garment into the farthest corner. Both instantly turned back to the gushing wound, Astrid’s stomach turning violently at the sight.

Fishlegs bit his lip looking up in a panic. “Stitches?”

“I… I don’t know-” Astrid stuttered. “Couldn’t you?”

Fishlegs blanched a bit whiter, but he nodded stiffly and stood up to get the needle from the first aid kit. 

Tuffnut and Ruffnut ran in just then, and Astrid wasted no time in grabbing the water and bandages from their arms. Turning back to Hiccup’s unconscious shape, she dunked a rag into the water and rung it out before carefully running it along his side and chest to clean away the still-slimy blood.

Toothless rumbled lowly, tongue sliding out to lick his rider’s hand as he stared sadly at Hiccup’s face. Astrid caught the dragon’s eyes and tried to smile, feeling bad that she couldn’t offer more reassurance.

“He’ll… he’ll be okay, Toothless. Nothing can keep him down for long.” 

Toothless moaned, setting his head on the edge of the bed as he watched her work.

After getting Hiccup’s torso cleaned, she moved to his upper arm which wasn’t as dirty, yet she washed the grime away anyways. Once she reached his elbow, she gulped nervously before hesitantly and carefully washing the thick blood off the wound, avoiding contact with the actual abrasion for fear of hurting him and making it worse.

After his arm was cleaned, she wrung the rag out again in the now slightly tinted water before moving to his hand. She ran the cloth over his knuckles and between his fingers, holding his hand a bit longer once she had it clean. He felt warm, which caused her to frown and place her palm on his forehead in concern.

Just as she’d suspected, he was running a low-grade fever.

“Oh, Hiccup…” she sighed, thumb gently running circles against his cheek.

“I-I found the needle.” Fishlegs huffed as he returned, holding said item in his fingertips. The twins backed off a bit fearfully, as though afraid Fishleg’s would use the small point as a weapon. Chicken waddled up, and Tuffnut quickly picked her up and cuddled her close as a distraction, even Ruffnut joining in the fowl pampering- which wasn’t exactly normal for her.

Fishlegs stood there for a moment, just staring, before Astrid exploded in panic “Hurry!”

Fishlegs jumped before kneeling down and grabbing a handful of bandages and dabbing at the wounds. Astrid turned away, feeling herself tense up at the sight as her stomach rolled. She instead moved up to place Hiccup’s head in her lap, running her fingers through his auburn hair and whispering soothing words against his ear.

“Okay… here we go…” Fishlegs murmured, moving slowly and carefully. “He might wake up, I’m not sure…”

The first incision was made, but Hiccup didn’t stir. He was out cold. The only indication he made that he felt pain was that his brow creased and his screwed his eyes shut, as though he felt it yet it didn’t quite bring him to consciousness.

“Shhh, it’s alright, you’re gonna be okay…” Astrid whispered, rocking back and forth soothingly as she waited for Fishleg’s to finish. It didn’t take long before she heard Fishleg’s sigh heavily, along with the sound of rustling fabric and cloth.

“I-I brought his clothes-” Came Snotlout’s quiet whisper. 

Astrid looked up and reached for the shirt, pushing Hiccup into a sitting position so she could slide it over his head. She then carefully pulled his good arm up and into the sleeve, while Fishlegs carefully maneuvered Hiccup’s injured and bandaged arm into the other.

“Er…” Fishlegs stuttered with a blush, looking up from under his helmet to cough awkwardly. “I… he got blood on his trousers to so-” 

Astrid blinked, and realized what he meant. She moved slowly out from her place at Hiccup’s head, gently setting him down onto a fluffed pillow before walking to the opposite side of the room by the twins and Chicken. Once Fishleg’s called that he was done, she quickly turned around and hurried back.

“How is he?” She asked in concern. 

“I’d feel better if Gothi came and took a look.” Fishlegs said quietly. “I’m not a medic… but I think he’ll be alright. If he isn’t awake by tomorrow morning, I’ll send the twins for Gothi and Stoick.”

“Tell Snotlout to Terror Mail Stoick anyways.” Astrid whispered, not looking at Fishlegs as she gently ran her hand down Hiccup’s face, thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks.

“I will.” Fishlegs assured her, resting a hand on her shoulder. “I… uh… the rest of us will leave… do you want us to bring you anything for the night?”

“I’m good.” Astrid replied, smiling lopsidedly. “I just want to be here when he wakes up.”

Fishlegs smiled shyly in understanding, before turning and scuttling back to the others and shooing them out the door. Toothless watched them leave, turning and rumbling quietly as soon as they were gone. With one more lick to Hiccup’s hand, the dragon rested his head on the bed and settled his body on the floor, letting out a sigh as his half-lidded eyes stared dazedly at Hiccup chest.

Astrid stood and went to the low burning fire pit, grabbing one of the chairs and sliding it over to Hiccup’s bed. She leaned back against the chair, sighing in exhaustion while watching Hiccup’s chest rise and fall beneath the blankets. Reaching for his injured hand, she gently wrapped her fingers in his, feeling the warmth radiating from them.

Nearly an hour later she stood and grabbed cool clean water, setting a wrung out rag on Hiccup’s forehead to help bring down his slight fever. Once done, she leaned her arms on the bed, eyes fluttering as she fought sleep.

She bit her lip in concern, worried as to why Hiccup hadn’t stirred since Fishlegs left. She desperately grabbed his hand again, praying that he’d be alright and would wake soon.

She went rigid when Hiccup shifted slightly, his low moan soft but most definitely there. Her head shot up and her eyes fixed on Hiccup’s face, noting how his mouth was parted in a groan and his brows were pinched.

“Hiccup?” She whispered, grasping his hand tighter. “Babe, you awake?”

Hiccup let out a slow exhale, but didn’t make any indication he’d heard her. She swallowed, glad to see that he was showing signs of wakefulness, but she wished she knew if he was in pain- or if he could at least hear her voice.

“Hiccup… squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”

The seconds dragged into minutes for Astrid, but it wasn’t moments later before Hiccup’s fingers applied gentle pressure against hers. She let out a shuddering laugh, relief filling her as she bent down and kissed Hiccup’s forehead.

“I’ll be right here when you decided to open your eyes, Hiccup.” She whispered quietly, lying her head beside his and her free arm going above their heads. “Just rest, I’m not leaving you.”

Hiccup seemed to relax before he sighed gently again. Astrid gave a small smile as she watched his chest rise and fall in rhythm, the soft sound of his breathing lulling her to sleep.

thejojosanctuary  asked:

Hey! Now that requests are open I was wondering how would the SDC crew react to coming home after a long day to find out there S/O has pulled out all of the works (their favorite home cooked meal ready, all of the pillows and blankets have been collected in the room to cuddle with, candles and music perfectly placed around the place)? I just need my daily dose of SDC fluff and I love your stuff! ^-^

Sorry for answerig this so late friend ;-;

Also thank you so much, i love your stuff too aaa <3



When Jotaro comes back home after a long and tedious day, the only thing he wants to do is go straight to the bed. To sleep, of course. His usually bitchy attitude gets 100% bitchier and he only wants to be left alone. This changed, though, when a pleasant smell reached his nose the moment he opened the door. Was that really what he thought it was? 

Curiosity got over him and ,instead of going to the bedroom without even saying hi to his parter, he peeked inside the kitchen, only to see his partner finishing making his favorite meal. “Ah, Jotaro, you’re home already!” He didn’t even bother to return the greeting, but wouldn’t snap to them like he usually does when he is pissed off either. “Come, sit! i have everything prepared for you tonight, you don’t even have to lift a finger.” 

After he is done eating, he takes a shower and gets ready to go to sleep, only to notice the room entirely set up for a cuddle session. (or even something more) He just sighs and lets out the tiniest half smile, “Good grief, you did all this just for me? Don’t blame me if i fall asleep though…. and thank you.”


Unlike Jotaro, one of the first things Kakyoin wants after a long day is just to rest and cuddle with his partner. After he opens the door, he goes with the classic “I’m home!”  and walks dragging his feet in search of his partner. He believes he smells something nice coming from the kitchen, but doesn’t really expect anything, since he knows his partner has been busy too and maybe didn’t have time to even cook.

He is pleasantly surprised though, with the sight of his beautiful partner serving him his favorite dish. “Welcome home, darling.” As they approach him to give him a kiss, he hugs their waist, smiling in the kiss. “Did i ever tell you how much i love you, s/o?” “Hmm, maybe you need to say it more often!” He let out a chuckle as he sat on the table to eat.

After they are done eating and head to the bed, he stares at the room from the doorframe the moment he sees everything so neatly placed, pillows and candles dimly illuminating the room. “You know, i think i must’ve done something really good to deserve all of this.” “Loving me is something good enough, Kakyoin!” God, he really does love them a lot.


“I’m home, my love!” No matter how hard his day was, Avdol would never bring that negative energy to his house, much less near his beautiful partner! What happened happened, what is more importart is that now he finally gets to see his partner. And the biggest smile finds its way to his face when he sees them working on his favorite meal, all while waring a cute apron. “Welcome home, Avdol!”

He offers himself to help them set the table and finish the meal, but goes to sit down when his partner insists him to leave everything to them. It feels kind of awkward for him, to be honest, since he is very used to work like a team with his partner, never letting them do all the work themselves. When the food is done, he enjoys every bite like it’s the last one, and praises his partner a lot! “Mhh, you certainly know how to satisfy me, my love.”

When they are done eating, he will insist on washing the dishes himself. He would ask his partner if they want to take a bath with him and, after the bath, he is surprised to see the bed full of candles and pillows all over the bed. “Ah, and i thought this night couldn’t get better!” he will kiss their forehead and hold their hand. “Now it’s my turn to please you, habibti.”


As angry as he is after the shit day he had, his frown dissapears completely after he enters his house and sees his dear s/o cooking his favorite meal. He approaches them sneakily and hugs them from behind, making them squeal out of surprise “That smells wonderful, mon amour~ can i have a bite?” “Don’t be impatient! Wait ‘til it’s done!” He will pout and sit down, waiting very impatiently for them to finish the dish.

After they serve him the food, he practically devours the whole plate in a second, letting out pleasured groans as he eats. “Good god, this tastes wonderful!” “Polnareff, you sound more pleasured now for eating than when we have sex.” “Shh, it’s a different kind of pleasure.”

When he gets ready to go to bed, his jaw drops when he sees the whole romantic aesthetic his partner worked on the bedroom. As much as they want to cuddle, this whole atmosphere only screams ‘make love’ to Polnareff “Ahh, you did all of this just for me? Hmm, let me repay you, mon chéri ~”


Bad day for this man probably means he will be like a grumpy grandpa, complaining about ‘some damn kids’ probably Jotaro and just grumbling this to himself. And he is ready to unload all of his frustrations with his partner “BAAABE, WHERE ARE YOU?! I NEED TO COMPLAIN!”

“Babe?” He will peek from the doorframe into the kitchen, only to smell and see his favorite meal being prepared by them. “Oh!” He will run like a kid to them, staring at the unfinished plate. “Hi Joseph. What were you saying about complaining?” “Nevermind that! Lemme have a bite!” “Don’t be a kid! Go sit there until the food is done!” “How dare you disrespect your elders like that!” But he will give up and go sit, crossing his arms, drool nearly falling from his mouth. “Is it done yet? Pleaaasee hurry up!”

Like Polnareff, this man will chomp on his food barely even chewing it, and start choking with it. “Please Joseph calm down, at least drink a little bit of water!” He will groan and practically scream with his mouth full “This is the most delicious thing i’ve ever had!!” And s/o may almost regeret their decision of doing this for Joseph. After all of this mess, he gets ready to go to bed not before going to the bathroom and spending an entire hour shitting and looks at his parter with a grin on his face when he sees the room neatly decorated “Hmm, what does this means? Well, i don’t mind having having a romantic sex session now and then, come here!” If they thought they were going to have a peaceful cuddly night, they were wrong. This old man still has a high libido.



Also, this is more long than what i am used to write, so sorry if there are a lot of grammar mistakes here :(


Deep Within (Edward Nygma x Reader)

Prompt requested by @noodlecupcakes: “If you’re going to be so loud, we may as well get it on in front of everyone.“

A/N: No theme was added but I made it Smutty cause I think you wouldn’t mind that ;)

Summary: A quickie at the Sirens. Yeah that pretty much sums it up ;)

Warnings: Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Quickie, Oral, Nothing but Plotless Porn here. Okay, maybe a bit of fluff too.

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