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2000+ Followers Gift - Part 2

For the next part of my followers gift, I present Floral Tees! These are a retexture of @dazzled-simblr‘s Plain Jane Tee (which is already super cool), just with some floral designs on them. I’m really proud of these and I worked really hard on them, but since this is my first time retexturing a shirt there might be some problems. Just send me an ask if you are having any issues!

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Im 3000% here for grease monkey Tony tho

• always has a lil grime under his fingernails bc oil and grease gets EVERYWHERE and takes forever to get rid of

• has like 2 shirts and a pair of jeans reserved for when he tinkers with tech that are just /saturated/ with grease and are torn and ripped and Pepper has tried to throw them away multiple times but the clothes magically reappear the next time Tony is in the shop

• he still manages to get at least one high dollar suit irreparably stained every year like clockwork

• little bruises and cuts on his knuckles and hands and forearms bc being elbow deep in an engine always results in some sort of superficial injury

• hates the ideal of someone else working on his cars. Even a simple oil change or replacing a battery or spark plugs

• “where is the 3/8 socket??? I literally just put it down! What the fuck?!”

• once asked Pepper to order some blinker fluid for his Spyder (trust me, it’s a real joke aimed at people who aren’t familiar with cars)

• has done on-the-fly repairs and diagnosis to vehicles belonging to reporters and his fans. “Wait a sec. Sounds like your car is missing on a cylinder. Do you mind if I take a look?” And just pops the hood or crawls under the vehicle and goes to town

• curses at vehicles or equipment then immediately apologizes

itybitynovak  asked:

Can you please write an imagine where the reader has had just a really bad day and they come home to Harry and just lots of fluff and cuddles please? Thank you, love :)

First, I’m sorry this took so long to get too.. precisely why I’m terrible with requests. Second, I changed the idea just a bit, but it works out all the same, I think. x

Also the cut on this one is at the top  because the photo I used *can* be considered NSFW. So- proceed with caution, lol. 

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Little Do You Know: 1

Pairing: TJ Hammond x fem!Reader

Story SummarySoulmate AU. On your 21st birthday, you begin to hear the innermost thoughts of your soulmate. What will happen when your soulmate just so happens to be a drug addict struggling to recover? Did I mention that he may or may not be incredibly gay?

Warnings: Addiction, language, brief sexual content, drugs, emotional abuse, Bud being a fucking perv as usual and making women feel uncomfortable

A/N: Hi guys! I hope you all enjoy the first part of this, I know its a little slow, but i promise part 2 will have more TJ in it. Shout out to the glorious @plumfondler , without her, this would probably just be another unfinished story in my drafts. If you like it, let me know! I’m currently working on part 2.




You’re fine. You’re fine. You don’t need it.

His voice was something you’d grown used to over the past 5 years.

Maybe just a little bump. Just a little one.

Your soul-mate had an issue with drugs, one that he was trying to overcome, and you’d always get caught in his inner battle to stay sober.

You wished this worked both ways, that you could talk him down from it, it seemed like the only time he could hear you is when he was high.

That, or he was just very good at ignoring you.


It’s going to be okay. You don’t need it. Just breathe.’ You thought, closing your eyes and concentrating, as if doing that would make your message more clear to him, but his voice rang through your mind again.


I need it.’

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student! taehyung smut

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby

word count: too bad to even bother knowing 

tags: fingering, exhibitionism(?), public stimulation, bathroom sex


maths class bored you to tears. your teacher droned on continuously. it was like being stuck in a horrible weekly loop of monotonous voices.

but today’s class had peaked your interest as a new kid had joined the class.

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“Like what you see?”(MATURE)

“…but I was thinking, maybe we should-Hello, the earth is calling Y/N. Anyone home?” Justin waved his hands in front of Y/N’s face. She quickly focused her eyes on his face. “Mhm?” she mumbled.

“Where did I lose you?” he asked curiously, wondering what was on her mind. They were discussing which movie they’re going to watch.

“Um, you were saying something about, um, the girl on the train? You said you would like to watch it, since you liked the book so much.” she spoke unsurely, wondering if he even spoke of that. She knows they had that conversation few days ago, but did he mentioned it today, she wasn’t certain.

As a respond he giggled. She joined him, she loved when he would giggle, his eyes would nearly shut, his smile would grow so big and the sound was just like an angel was laughing.

“So I’ve lost you like three days ago. I didn’t even mentioned it today. FYI I was telling you about this new movie “Don’t Breath”, but now I’m very interested what was on your mind.” His smile grew even wider, he looked like he caught her in some kind of embarrassing action, and he actually did, without even knowing. She could feel hotness spreading around her face, she knew she looked as red as a tomato. She buried her face into her palms.

That made Justin giggle even more. “Oh don’t tell me that you were picturing me naked?” he wiggled his eyebrows. He knew it would make her blush even more, and he just couldn’t resist but tease her. “You know, you could’ve just asked, I would even put a show for you.”

She immediately lifted her head up and yelled giggling “NO” her cheeks were dark red. She once again covered her face.

“So you don’t want me to put on a show for you?” Justin placed his left hand over his chest, pretending he’s hurt. “I am deeply offended, Y/N.”

He couldn’t keep a straight face, not around her. She was just so embarrassed, it was the cutest thing ever. He extended his arms to her. “Come”

She shyly moved from her place on the couch and sat onto his lap. She buried her face into crotch of his neck. He chuckled once again, and so did she. “Now will you tell me what you were thinking about, if it wasn’t me naked?”

She took a deep breath. She had some thoughts on this, and how to explain it to him, without him getting hurt. She moved her face from his neck and looked deeply into his eyes. By now, his face wasn’t all giggly and happy anymore, it was rather serious.

“Y/N, what is it? You’re scaring me.” he looked concerned. She placed her hands on his chest and started playing with the shirts fabric.

“No, no, it’s nothing that serious, you don’t have to be worried. I just. Ugh, I don’t know how to say this. You know I’m not good at this things.” His face lightened up a little bit.

“So you where picturing me naked.”

“No I was not.”

“Well then you were picturing us having sex.” Her cheeks went red once again. “So you were. You know you don’t have to picture something like that when I’m right there.” He got closer to her. She knew where this was leading and she had nothing against it, but it was now or never.

She lightly pushed him back down, and he looked at her confused. He wanted to say something but she cut him off.

“Technically, yes I was picturing us naked, but there was more to it.” Her eyes once more focused on her hands rather than his eyes. He could tell that he was very intrigued by now, and he wanted to know more than just that.

“So what was that more?” his voice became lower. He’s words came out like a little growl, which only sent shivers down her spine. He could feel she tensed above him. “Tell me, baby, what was I doing?”

She was always so shy about this kind of things, and she knew she won’t be able to tell him her fantasy, but she can avoid it by a simple question which should clarify everything.

“What kinks do you have?” now for him, that question came out of nowhere and it shocked him. Justin was staring at her, not sure why she was changing the subject.

“Look, you know I suck at dirty talk. Stop giggling, I wasn’t making a dirty joke.” She lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re not helping.”

“Oh come here my embarrassed baby.” He got closer once again and their lips met for a quick peck. Once they separated she started again. “You have to know one thing, by all of this I am not saying that our sex life is bad, at least not for me. It’s amazing but I just feel like something is missing. So I wanna know what gets you off, what do you like.”

He didn’t know what to say, she caught him off-guard. He observed her and she just couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Fine I’ll start. Um, I like rough sex, and by that I mean everything that goes with it, choking, tying up, ass slapping, blindfolding, and usage of toys. I like it when a man knows how to treat a woman, how to be a dominant but at the same time caring and loving.”

He looked at her like she was someone else, he had no idea where that came from. She was always so shy telling him about her sex dream or simple dirty talk during sex, so it shook him up.

He cleaned his throat and shifted in his sat, he was getting hot from her recent confession. “So that’s what you really like, baby girl? Is that what you want me to do?” Justin got closer to her, she could feel her heart beating faster. She bit her lip and simply nodded.

He placed his left hand on her back and twirled her around so she was laying on the couch and he was hovering her. She separated her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He brought his face closer to hers, but never touching hers.

Suddenly he got up from her, she was confused. He offered her his left arm and she took it. He pulled her of the couch. Their faces met once again, but he didn’t make a move. “Since you like being tied up, I can’t fuck the living shit out of you down here where I can’t tie you up to anything.”

He guided her up to their shared room, and with every step was feeling more and more horny. Once they were inside, Justin pushed her against the bedroom door. She gasped from sudden harshness, but it only made her hornier.

“Tonight I don’t want to hear a sound from you, unless I gave you permission. Understood?” Justin growled into her ear. She felt unexpected heat spreading across her body. She nodded, she wasn’t able to answer his question. But he wasn’t pleased with that.

His left hand found her neck and squeezed it, first, lightly, then adding more force. “Understood?” he inquired loudly. “Yes” she mumbled.

“Yes, what?” he repeated after her.

“Yes, daddy.”

He lighten his grip only to lock his lips with hers. She expected it to be a rough and fast kiss, but he wasn’t hurrying anywhere. It annoyed her, she wanted to feel him, and she wanted him to just take her, without any foreplay. But she knew she wasn’t getting that.

His hands were moving up and down her body, but once hers found the back of his head, he jacked the off and held them up, above her head. It only made her moan into the kiss.

He freed her lips and placed kisses all over her chin. She knew what he was doing, and he knew the exact effect he had on her. “Please, Justin.”

All of the sudden he stopped, his grip became tighter. He looked into her eyes, his voice was low and steady. “I don’t recall giving you a permission to speak. Do that one more time and I will stop.” She bit her lip and tried to hold in a moan.

He freed her hands only to rip her shirt off. She wouldn’t be able to describe how hot and weak it made her when he ripped it, she wanted to moan, all frustrated. He took what remained of the shirt in one hand, while he used his other one to guide her to the bed. When her legs hit the end of the bed, he demanded. “Bra off, lay on your back, hands above your head.”

She listened, but she took the chance to tease him as much as he was teasing her. She slowly reached behind her back, she pretended to be struggling with her bra. He clenched his jaw and stepped closer. He didn’t even warn her, he just ripped it off and pushed her onto bed. She crawled to the top of the bed, she obediently laid on her back placing her hands above her head, meeting the coldness of headboard.

Justin seemed pleased, as he got onto bed, placing his knees on either side of her body, slowly making his way up to her, slowly rolling her shirt in his hands. Once he reached her, his crotch was directly in front of her and she couldn’t help but bite her lip.

“You like what you see?” he asked taking her hands in his and wrapping her shirt around her hands. He continued, never stopping to look down at her. “Now, this will have to work today, but next time, baby girl, you’re gonna be properly handcuffed. I promise you that.” He tighten the knot, making sure it was at the same time tight enough, but not way to tight.

He backed away a little bit, he lowered himself, so his face was at the same height as hers. They looked at each other, and Y/N just couldn’t take it anymore. She just wanted to feel his touch, his lips all over her body, his hands working their way up and down her inner thigh, his tongue circling around her clit, and lastly his dick inside of her.

She moved her head up but he was faster and backed away, only a little bit but enough far so she couldn’t reach him. He smirked at her while she let out a sigh. It seemed like he wasn’t hurrying anywhere, but Y/N was just about to explode. “Ugh, please Justin. Stop teasing.” She whined out.

The sound of her voice made Justin back away. He wiggled his left finger “That’s a no-no. What did I say? Speak one more time and I will stop. Do you really want me to stop? No? Then I will have to get those pretty little mouth occupied, won’t I?”

Justin got off the bed, still not hurrying anywhere. He stood on the left side of the bed, slowly undoing his kaki jeans. He used the opportunity to take his shirt off, shoes and Calvin Klein boxers. Y/N’s eyes never let his out of sight, observing every inch of his body, memorizing the little stuff.

“Like what you see?” Justin inquired. As a respond, she let out a loud moan. “Isn’t it funny that, when you have a permission to talk you don’t, but when you don’t, you do? You like being bad? Trust me I can treat you like a bad girl any time you want.” He growled, slowly getting onto bed, taking the same position as before.

He took his dick into his hand and placed it in front of her mouth. “Suck.” But he didn’t need to tell her twice. She took him into her mouth, as much as she could and started sucking onto it. His mouth felt open, as her eyes never left his eyes. “Fuck, just like that.”

She would gladly go slow and tease him, but she wasn’t able to take it slow. She picked her pace, sucking and licking. He grabbed her hair “So you wanna be a bad girl? Then, don’t suck a dick like a good girl.” With those words he pushed her head all the way to his pubic hair. She gaged at the sudden at the feeling of his whole dick in her mouth.

“That’s right take it all.” He roughly pushed her head back and forth, and every time she could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. She could feel her drool all over her neck and chest.

“How selfish of me. You’re here all hot and wet, and all I think about is my pleasure.” He pulled out, heavy breathing.

“Are you wet for me? Or are you dripping?” he asked, slowly backing away so he was placed in between her legs. “Well, let’s find out.”

He harshly pressed his right hand on her pussy, rubbing her clit through her panties. She let out a loud moan of relief, finally feeling his touch. “Ohhoho.” He said excitedly. “Someone is dripping wet.”

He pulled her panties off, lowering his head, and without a warning connecting his lips with her clit. Y/N moaned loudly, throwing her head into the pillow and pushing her hips up. Justin placed his hands around her legs, separating them to get into better position.

“So delicious.” He growled against her, which send shiver all over her body. He pushed his two fingers in, making her moan even louder. He picked his pace with his tongue and fingers action, making her lose her mind.

She was feeling herself getting close, and she knew he felt it to, because he suddenly stopped. She whined because of the sudden feeling of emptiness. He got up and in a matter of second pushed himself into him.

The sudden change from his tongue to his dick made her scream his name out loud. He let out a loud grown. “So Fucking. Tight.” He muttered out with every thrust.

With his left hand he placed her left leg onto his shoulder, lightly hovering over her, his right hand found her right nipple, harshly nibbling onto it.

She was close, she could feel her orgasm growing. “I can feel you clenching around my dick. You wanna come? Well not yet.”

With those words he picked up his speed, and it made it even hared for not to cum. She tugged her nails into the fabric of her shirt. She looked up at Justin, her eyes begging him to let her cum. He moved his hand from her nipple to her neck, griping it tightly.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy.” Nothing more was needed to be say. She felt her walls clenching, and within the second she came hard, all around him, tugging her nails now into her skin, screaming his name.  

“Fuck. You look so hot when you cum.” He hissed out, not slowing his pace, while she was still high from her previous longly waited orgasm.

He stopped only to flip her around. “On all fours.” He demanded, and once again thrusted into her. She was feeling sore, but she didn’t mind, it felt so good to feel him inside her, she wished they could stay like this forever.

He tangled his left hand in her hair, tugging it back so he could appreciate her pretty face. His right hand slapped her each ass cheek twice, making her whimper after every slap.

He could feel himself getting close, so he picked his pace. Y/N wasn’t far away, even though she just finished one orgasm. She pushed her ass more up “Fucking hell Y/N, do that again.”

She pushed her ass up as much as she could, feeling satisfied that she could please him like that. “Are you close baby girl? Yeah? Cum with me, cum with your daddy.”

His thrust became sloppier as both of their orgasms hit them, she could feel his hot seed feeling her inside, and she screamed his name loudly. He growled loudly emptying himself into her.

As the rid their orgasm of, Y/N collapsed on the bed, and Justin on top of her, never pulling his dick out of her. She moved her head so she was facing him and she smiled. They were both breathing heavily.

“That was extraordinary.” Was all she could mumble into the pillow.

“Oh I’m not finished with you just yet.”

Dangerous Man (John Wick x Reader)

Originally posted by anothermoviepage

Working at The Continental isn’t at all what you thought it’d be. 

SPOILER FREE FIC.


You smoothed out your shirt and looked in the mirror. It was your first day on the job. You were decked out head to toe in brand new clothes. All from a designer you’d never heard of. All custom made to fit you perfectly.  All completely free. On top of that, you’d be making a salary that, at entry level, was six figures. And all you had to do was deliver room service.

But there was a saying you’d heard since you were young: If it’s too good to be true, then it probably is.

You should have suspected something was off when you had to give a blood sample, a urine sample, a DNA swab, and answer a thirteen page questionnaire that included things like “list the full names of your parents, siblings, and grandparents” or “do you have any experience with sutures, cauterization, or CPR?”

And then the interview, itself, felt more like an interrogation. The whole thing gave you this weird feeling in your gut, but this was also the most exclusive hotel in New York City. Getting a room here wasn’t about whether or not you had the money, but whether or not you knew the right people, and even then, it was typically booked solid. You’d even heard a rumor that The Queen of England was denied a room once. Of course they’d be picky about their staff.

But after the lengthy interview process and dozen or so signatures on papers you probably should have read, you found out the truth about The Continental.

The manager’s name was Winston. He was nice enough, though he had a very “no nonsense” attitude about him. The more you found out about the place, though, the more you understood why. It was a safe haven for a secret society of people. Assassins. Hit men. Gang Lords. The underground elite of not only New York, but the entire world. The only currency accepted from customers were gold coins. One gold coin was the equivalent to one favor. It was a simple system, Winston explained, but complex to newcomers. You’d pick it up over time. All you needed to know was that if you got a coin, you kept a close eye on it.

Additionally, the hotel followed a strict set of rules, but the two that most concerned you were that staff was never to ask questions, and no business could ever be conducted on hotel grounds. The latter of the two should have made you feel safer, but instead, it just made you more nervous.

Upon the conclusion of your meeting with Winston, he presented you with a single gold coin. You looked at him curiously. He smiled, and said simply:

“A welcome gift.”

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Mr. and Mrs. Kim (M)

Words: 2229

Warning: Smut, cursing, teasing.

Reader X Taehyung 

Request here


Originally posted by changkyuh

Arranged marriage. That was the most awkward, annoying and trashy thing that could’ve happened in your life. Marry with a guy who doesn’t love you? With a guy who doesn’t care about you? Shit. Of course, you couldn’t deny your own cultural traditions, but it didn’t mean you were happy about that.

 Kim Taehyung was your husband for 6 months now. Yeah he was completely gorgeous, hot and stuff but he couldn’t be less worried about you. And that sucked. You just wanted attention. Was that ask too much to have a little of caressing from your husband? It was pretty clear he didn’t love you.

 The sex was completely robotic. No emotions, no feelings, no cuddling after. Actually you had never come.

Nice marriage.


  “We are gonna be late, Y/N!” Taehyung screamed at you. You were finishing your make up. You both were going to a party, and you were fucking excited. You would finally have some fun. You wore a black, lacy dress that did draw your curves. You smiled to yourself when you caught Taehyung’s eyes wide when he saw you.

  Once there, you and Taehyung get away from each other, going to talk to your own friends. It was common. You never spend time together at parties.

  “Oh my god, Y/N, you look amazing!” your friend greeted you. Finally.

  “Thank you! So do yours” you hugged her. You loved her.

A couple drinks after; you started talking about your marriage.

 "It sucks. I’m not happy. I’m not fucking happy" you said, “I want a man. I want a man to show me I’m his; I want a man to fucking claim. But Taehyung?” you laughed, “Taehyung does not give a fuck”. Yeah, the alcohol had already gotten you.

  “Well, you can always find some fun, Y/N…” she whispered.

 "W-what do ya mean?“ you gasped, the drink burning your throat.

 "Well, if what you’ve told me is true, then he doesn’t love you, Y/N. Or at least he doesn’t care enough to show you he does. I’m sorry, but it’s what it’s. However, you can always…you know… Find some fun. Look around. There are a lot of men here. Beautiful, hot men” she said.

 What? She meant… cheating? No! No way. You were not this kind of girl. You would never cheat your husband, no matter how shity he was. However, she was right. There were a lot of men there. Attractive men.

 "I don’t think so. I’m not cheating my husband, Y/F/N" you said.

 "Ok ok. No cheating. But you can flirt. Flirt is just a… a healthy conversation, you know".

 Yeah, she was… kinda right. You could just flirt around, for fun. Not to fuck. You looked around, searching for someone who you could be interested in. A few seconds later your gaze caught someone else’s. You looked away quickly, and occasionally looked back, and he was still staring at you.

  Wow. He was really, really beautiful. His suit was fitting him so perfectly. You could see his muscles. His gray hair pulled back… fuck.

  “Go talk to him” your friend’s voice pulled you from your reverie, noticing you found someone.

“What? No” you said harshly.

 She rolled her eyes at you, “for god sakes dude have some fun”

  “No. Oh god, what am I supposed to do if he comes to talk to me?” You said suddenly worried.

 "I dunno, but you better think quickly, because he is coming. I need to go to the bathroom" she said and turned around to leave.

 "No, fuck, wait" you tried to pull her back but it was too late.

  Fuck fuck fuck. How could she. For god sakes, your husband was there!

 What If-

 "Hey lady" a soft voice called you from behind, and then you felt a body beside yours. No. You looked at the beautiful guy beside you. Fuck he was prettier when he was close.

  “H-hey” you answered hesitantly.

  “I’m Park Jimin. I’m the host of this party. And you are…?” he asked as he gave you his hand, his gaze locked with yours.

 You greeted him back, smiling shyly.

 "I’m Y/N. I, hum… I’m an invited’s invited. I don’t think we know each other" you said. He smiled at you.

 "Of course we don’t. I would remember you if we did"

 Shit. Your cheeks got red as his words left his soft, pink lips.

“Well, can I offer you a special drink?” he asked politely.

You looked around, looking for Taehyung. He was far away from being paying attention in you.

 What bad could a drink do?

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Missin' It

Masterlist

This was written long ago so unfortunately I am still indeed in my writing funk. My brain doesn’t seem to want to co-operate. Enjoy the Dad Harold feels. 


“I miss it.” The phrase was muffled by your chest were Harry had decided to rest his head for the night. His words were accompanied by slow strokes over your stomach, your t-shirt pushed up to bundle around your breasts. There was still a slight bump adorning the soft area, only being a month post-partum. Parenthood was…challenging, to say the least. It was no lie that there was no manual to raising a child, but you were proud of your efforts so far, considering you were first time parents.

“Miss what, baby?” The movements of your hand fiddling with the hair at his nape slowed and your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. You were longing to bring your daughter to join you and Harry on the bed, but seeing as this was only one of the few moments of peace you and Harry have had together since her arrival, you decided she was best off in her crib that accompanied your side of the bed. Harry had complained numerous times, but shut up once you reminded him she could be on his side once he produced the right functions to feed her at 3am.

“The bump, an’ havin’ her close. I mean, I love holdin’ ‘eh, but I feel like she growing too fast. I wish we could just rewind.” Your heart burst with love and gratitude; you silently laughed at the fact he thought she was growing too fast. It had only been a month and she was still tiny, her clothes hanging off her frail body. You were watching her now through the gaps of the bars on her crib. She stirred every now and then and you held your conversation until she settled back down.

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Wanted (Jungkook and Hoseok love triangle smut)

Originally posted by bangtansonyeondarnit


Summary: Jungkook likes you, Hoseok’s girlfriend, a little too much and gets a little too excited when he catches you and Hobi having sex.

Pairings: You x Hoseok, You x Jungkook

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Themes: Jungkook catching you having sex, Jungkook masturbating, Jungkook having feelings for you while you’re in a relationship, sex with Hobi

Word count: 4k (?)

Trigger warnings: Explicit smut, being caught (kind of), masturbating, over-all mature themes, hints at mental illness (like, sort of- not really)

You watched your boyfriend, who sat cross-legged on the floor, folding clothes to put into his suitcase with great care. Sparkles twizzled across your eyes as you observed him with a thudding heart. His back was facing you and as he moved, his muscles flexed gently beneath his grey sweater. Unable to resist the temptation of his touch- you climbed off of his bed to crouch behind him. Your hands rubbed over his shoulder blades tenderly.

“Hey, baby.” He says and laughs. That enchanting laugh that is so soft it comes out as a throaty chuckle.

“Hey, baby.” You say back and sit down so that your knees are on either side of him. You nuzzle your nose into his soft shirt, inhaling his clean and musky scent. You wrap your arms around him- letting your hands fold over his abs, which he soon covers with his own. He leans his head backwards and the smell of his shampooed orange hair tickles at your nose.

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Misfits

Originally posted by dammithoshi


Pairing: Jungkook x reader [feat: Taehyung]
Genre: angst. smut. trouble makers au. 
Word Count: 4.2k

Jungkook, Taehyung, and yourself, live in a poor area of Seoul. The three of you grew up together in another small poor town, so once you moved into Seoul with Jungkook and Taehyung, living in another small poor area didn’t bother you, even though you WANTED to live in the city, but that couldn’t happen due to the fact that you do not get paid enough at your job, while Jungkook and Taehyung have a harder time keeping jobs due getting into fights or even stealing from their jobs in order to help provide for each other, but also causing trouble around the neighborhood. 

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anonymous asked:

Ok so; I think Lena would totally take running leaps at Kara. She's a good bit shorter then her out of heels and her girlfriend is tall and toned, super toned. She likes wrapping herself around her with the knowledge that Kara would never drop her. Kara will have come in the door from work and next thing she know her arms are full of freshly showered Lena, in one of Kara T-shirts looking for her welcome home kiss.

This happens all the time though? like the first time it happens, Kara has been at the DEO for two days fighting some alien and when she comes home Lena just jumps her!

But then it becomes like a thing? Because it makes the both feel safe and warm and honestly its kind of a turn on?

It becomes an issue one day though when Supergirl has a tough fight and when Lena sees her climbing out of the wreckage she runs up to her and throws herself in Supergirl’s arms (kind of a problem when she’s very publicly married to Kara Danvers) Luckily Alex is able to shield the pair from photographers and tv cameras! - Otherwise L-corp’s public relations team would have had a hot mess on their hands!

Valentine’s Day with Tom Holland would include...

Originally posted by tomhollandislife

N/A: Special headcanons to celebrate Valentine’s Day - I don’t write for celebrities usually, so please, don’t insist. Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you guys <3

  • Tom is young and tbh he doesn’t have so much experience on this whole dating thing
  • So on his first Valentine’s Day with you he decides that it’s better to make simple and nice things that he knows you will like rather than plan a fancy night where things can go wrong
  • He spends half of his day working with his Marvel team, once his next movie as Spiderman is in production
  • But he sends you tons of messages - which makes his manager and Kevin Feige call his attention to the meeting they were having a couple of times
  • “I’m so sorry, I swear I’m right here with you guys now”, he says, as you reply to his message, making him blush
  • Through the messages, he apologizes to you for working on such a special day
  • And promises you that once he’s done with work, he’s all yours
  • And that’s exactly what happens
  • Tom goes to his home and get ready for you
  • He puts your favorite shirt, just because he knows you will notice and smile
  • He calls you minutes before leaving, and says that he has a surprise for you
  • Which is a little gift that he knows you will love it
  • So Tom leaves his place, with the gift on his jacket pocket, and goes to your house to pick you up
  • He hugs you really tight when he sees you, kissing your lips a few times before saying “Happy Valentine’s Day, love”
  • Tom drives you to a small gig of a band you like - a place he knows people may recognize him, but won’t do anything bigger than just shyly wave at him
  • You sing every song with him, hugging him on the slow ones
  • Then your favorite song comes up
  • And Tom feels proud to sing it at the top of his lungs as he holds your hands and hugs you from behind
  • Once the show is over, you can’t stop smiling and fangirling about the band
  • “Did you see the guitarrist? He was freaking awesome! I wish I could play like that”
  • “Oh, so now you wanna learn how to play guitar?”, Tom teases you, and you laugh
  • He then takes you to eat something - aka pizza
  • And you’re the one who order the pizzas
  • “But I don’t know what you wanna eat, Thomas!”
  • “Anything is fine, love. Although I would love you forever if you order a pizza with a lot of cheese”
  • Tom tells you about his day, how he’s excited about the new Marvel movie, and how he can’t tell you anything about it
  • On the other hand, you tell him about your day, a little problem that happened with a family member, and how you were missing him
  • “You saw me two days ago, you must really love me”, he jokes, with that beautiful british accent
  • You and Tom eats a lot of pizza, laughing at each other’s jokes, talking about movies, bands, TV shows, etc
  • And yeah, it’s something pretty simple but ends up being one of the most incredible nights of your life
  • On the way to his car, he stops and buys you a flower from a lovely old lady on the street
  • “I’ve always wanted to do this”, he laughs, as he gives you the red flower
  • “Oh gosh, you’re so sappy!”
  • “Hey!”
  • Tom then buys some ice cream too, and drives you to your home (where it was planned for him to spend the night)
  • At your place, you put a playlist you made with Tom to play on the radio, while he takes off his jacket and get two spoons on the kitchen, for the ice cream
  • You leave him for a moment, to get his present
  • “Look, babe, I was going to give you this later but it’s almost 1am and I can’t wait anymore!”
  • Tom gets surprised by how big the box is
  • He opens right away, and you can see his eyes shining when he sees a brand new guitar inside it
  • “Holy shit, love!”
  • He hugs you and gives you a lot of little kisses - all with a huge smile on his face
  • “I’m now ashamed of how little my present for you is”
  • Tom gives you the box that was on his jacket, and when you open it, you see a beautiful necklace with a spider web as a pendant
  • “Not silver, white gold. And guess what?”, he says, and he pulls a necklace from inside his shirt - with the same pendant
  • “Oh my god, Tom! This must have been so freaking expensive!”
  • All the hugs and sweet kisses then turns into a hot make out session
  • Which turns into slow and awkward sex - your first time with him
  • And the night (more like morning lol) ends up with both of you eating ice cream and Tom singing an acustic version of “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur with his new guitar
  • All for you, of course

anonymous asked:

can you pls talk to me about the way Magnus holds himself in pandemonium when we first see him, all that power in the way he stands and makes his way through the club because I'm so gay and good lord

i’m also gay and good lord but how about the next time we see him there

it’s been months and he knows it, busy with his other work, busy with house calls and jumping across the globe, it’s been hard to get a moment in edgewise to visit the club. but he always loves being there. it’s hard not to. it’s hard not to feel himself easily stitching in the fabric of his club and feeling the eyes of the club on him as he walks in through the door with his coat hanging loose on his shoulders.

there’s very little skin on show tonight, shirt buttoned to the very top of his throat, but it’s a silky kind of see through, beautiful embroidered flowers crawling over the tight definition of his chest and his stomach. layered necklaces spill down the rest, glinting and catching the lights along with his rings as the crowd parts just slightly as he glides through it and up to the bar. it’s this beautiful thing, perfectly fluid, pulling his coat off his shoulders and hanging it on one of his fingers.

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Roommates

Pairing: College AU Henry CavillxOC and Chris EvansxOC some Chris EvansxOCxHenryCavill

it’s all smut

Originally posted by 12graphics

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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silk | chapter twelve

Originally posted by wonhoslilmonster

chapter song | masterpost | next chapter

ceo au - jimin x reader - angst | smut

word count : 3.8k

warnings : alcohol

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🐘 Hip Hop Unit Reaction to Seeing You in Their Clothes ;;

WARNING: Complete and utter crack ahead. Read at your own risk. Oh, and swearing.

The details of this request were discussed a long while back ! ! ! I regret nothing. – Belle


S.Coups: All he wants is some peace and quiet. Impossible considering the circumstances, but a boy (read: ManlyMan) could dream. Practice was absolutely brutal, and tomorrow there would be a long day of variety show filming. As the thirteen boys stagger in to the living room and most of them fall into a doggy pile right there on the middle of the floor, they look up at him invitingly. He scrunches his nose, passing as he smells the sweat that radiates off of them. No, he thinks he’ll just have an early shower.

Seungcheol saunters over to his room, heading straight for the closet to grab a pair of pyjamas to change into after his shower. He slides open the door with ease, reaching in blindly for some clothes when his hand collides with a face.

WAIT WHAT THE FUCK. 

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” Seungcheol falls backwards to the floor, a hand reaching up to clutch his chest in shock. “WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN MY CLOSET?”

(A faint cry of protest is heard from Joshua in the background, protesting against his use of swears.)

For a brief moment, you look like a deer caught in headlights but you recover quickly. “Wearing your clothes, what else?” He screeches and you try to retreat back into the closet. 

Seungcheol ends up calling the cops on you and you spend 5 years in jail for stalking the poor boy. Sicko. 

Originally posted by biasfeelz

sasaengs aren’t real fans and don’t deserve to go home free say it with me

Wonwoo: You’re always seeing it with other couples on the streets. The cute couple jerseys, couple snapbacks, couple rings. It’s everything you want but sadly, Wonwoo isn’t having it. You’ve asked him multiple times before, but all he’s done is chuckle and shake his head. You understand it’s not exactly reasonable considering his **~~desirable idol image~~** but it doesn’t stop you from bugging your boyfriend about it. Alas, he won’t relent. 

You figure the next best thing is wearing his clothes. Wonwoo has tons of cute clothes that you wouldn’t mind wearing. And, well, you figure that rejection isn’t failure – failure is giving up. And there’s no way you’re giving up. 

So, one day you decide to surprise Wonwoo by showing up at the dorms unexpectedly. He’s lying back on his bed, scrolling through his phone when he catches a glimpse of you. He’s of course caught off guard but he immediately pockets his phone, flashing a smile at you. You ignore it.

You’re not here for him, you’re here for his clothes. 

Your eyes scan the floor for a familiar looking sweatshirt that you can steal, and when you spot one, you immediately pick it up and slide it on to yourself. You miss the look of horror on Wonwoo’s face as you slide it on to yourself before looking at him triumphantly. “MINE.” 

Wonwoo immediately gestures for you to take it off, looking partially disgusted. “Y/N you idiot, take that off immediately! Can’t you freaking smell it? Mingyu’s dog was in here earlier and he took a piss on it. He took his dog out for a walk, saying that he’d clean it up later. Ohmygod you literally smell like dog piss.” Your face lights up in embarrassment as you desperately hurry to take off the sweatshirt. Yes, you smelt it now. 

You dun goofed.

Wonwoo laughs at you for this incident for the rest of eternity. Nice going.

Originally posted by svt17-carat

Mingyu: “Oooooh, you look so cute in my clothes!” Mingyu sees you in one of his oversized t-shirts (what was basically a huge dress on yourself) and immediately goes gaga over the sight. He pinches your cheeks hard enough that you immediately regret your decision. You swat his hands away but he pays no heed, going over to your own discarded shirt and holding it up to the light.

“Do you think this will fit me?” He poses with the shirt in front of him, and you giggle a bit at the ridiculousness of it all. After all, there is no way any of your clothes would fit him. It’s a nice joke though.

Turns out he’s not joking. 

For the next week, you find Mingyu lounging around in all sorts of articles of your own clothing, stretching them all out in the process as well. 

“Mingyu, for the last time, you’re stretching out my onesie!”

“Mingyu, can you give me back my pants?”

“MingyU THAt’S MY UNDERWEAR.”

“Mingyu, that shirt is too small on y– no, you can’t just work it by making it in to a crop top. PUT DOWN THE SCISSORS, MINGYU.”

sux to suck sry ‘bout that.

Originally posted by fuckyeahmingyu

just really wanted to use this gif WHAT THE FA FA

Vernon: You call him to cancel your dinner date, hacking up a lung in the process. You’re terribly sick, and there’s nothing you want to do more than curl into yourself and die in your bed. The scent of Hansol is comforting, which is why you end up slipping on the t-shirt that he left behind earlier that week. 

You’re in the process of inhaling his scent when he comes strolling into your room, your spare apartment key dangling on his pinky as he balances a couple of boxes of takeout in his arms. For a brief moment, he looks surprised to see you in his shirt – it’s not something you would typically do – but he lets out a small grin regardless. He just finds you so damn cute, especially as you try to hide your actions by coughing and looking away. Hansol resumes his stroll as he slides right up to you, planting a kiss on your forehead and sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I told you before that there was no way we were skipping out on this one. So I’ve brought the dinner to you. How about I carry you downstairs to the living room so we can watch a movie and… eat.”

“Are you implying that we Netflix and Chill?”

“I wouldn’t say–”

“No, Hansol.”

“Fine, fine. We’ll just eat.”

Originally posted by mc-gyu

[AKA the one time that everyone else is crazy but I make Vernon normal]

Sugar Sweet | 2 |

word count: 5.3k

genre: smut & a little fluff

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a/n: there’s very very verrrry slight dubcon, but in the end it’s consenting by both parties. just in case that isn’t your cup of tea, but i promise it’s as minimal as possible. trust me. 

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Here was the man who gave you admittedly one of the best orgasms of your entire life and managed to make your heart go all kinds of tender within one night who also nearly tossed you out of the apartment you’d never thought you’d go to, less than 6 hours ago.

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Flowers And Chocolates - Kol Mikaelson

Request: Hello, do you received any Kol request? If you didn’t could you write a smut valentine’s one, please? luv u ((Anon))

Warnings: Smut, so much smut, fluffy smut.

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Reader

A/n: Valentine’s Day!!!!

Originally posted by alltheimaginesbro

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You were laying on the couch, very unladylike in your pajamas, watching Netflix and eating popcorn out of a bowl when Kol came in. His hands were behind his back and you knew that he had a Valentine’s Day present hidden. You stood up with a big smile.

“What’cha got behind your back?” Kol pushes his hands even further behind him and smiles.

“Nothing, darling, not a thing.” Your smiles grows.

“Nothing?” He smiles right back as your all before pulling his hands out from behind his back and revealing the roses and chocolates in his hands.

“You’re amazing.” You say, still smiling as you take the chocolates and flowers from his hands.

He kisses you, a quick kiss that leaves you smiling as you try to find a vase for the roses. Just as you slip the roses into a vase of water Kol appears behind you, his hands on your hips, his lips at your ear.

“What do you say we go upstairs and have some fun?” Kol’s hands run from your hips to your arms to your hands. You take a slow breath.

“Oh, I don’t know..” You smile, trying to sound sarcastic.

“You don’t know? Well, I think your heartbeat speaks for you here, darling.” His fingers tangle with yours against the counter.

“Fun, you said?” Kol hums against your neck as you talk.

“Lots of it.” He presses a kiss to your neck.

“Alright then, take me upstairs.” He brings your tangled hands to your stomach and, using his vampire-speed, takes you both to the bedroom.

He turns you round on your feet, his hands now out of yours and on your face, pulling you towards him to kiss you. You put your hands on his sides, getting a feel of the muscles underneath as you kiss. Kol leaves a small bite to your lips and you break apart, not hurt or even in shock, you needed to breath. His hand is on the back of your neck, the other one still on your face as you catch your breath. You work at his pants as he reconnects your lips, they fall to the floor along with your baggy shorts. Both of you had decided on no underwear, convenient.

The next time the kiss breaks your shirts come off, and then Kol’s laying you down underneath him on the bed. His cock rests on your thigh, his lips moving down your neck and his hands on the bed, one beside your head and the other near your rib. He shuffles down and you put your hands on his shoulders as he gets ever closer to your breasts. Your breath hitches, you’re eyes close, and your hands squeeze his shoulders as he attaches his lips to your nipple, rolling his tongue and blowing cool air on it. You buck your hips, desperate for contact, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

Kol lifts one of his hands from the bed and brings it to your clit, two fingers pressing slow deep circles into it. Both of you moan and your grind into his fingers, your head thrown back and to the side, your eyes still completely closed. He switches to his thumb instead of his fingers and teases your entrance with his index finger. You tense and he removes his lips from your right nipple with a smile.

“Relax.” He mumbles, leaving a kiss to the valley between your breasts. You take a slow deep breath, willing your body to relax. And one it does, Kol takes your other nipple into his mouth and pushes s finger slowly into you.

“Kol, fuck.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and his name comes out in a gasp, making him moan.

You buck your hips, wiggling them to try to pull more of his finger into you. He pushes another in and you spread your legs wider, so eager for pleasure, and you blush at the thought of what you must look like right now, legs wide open, moaning and bucking your hips on his fingers. You’re getting so close, and you barely have time to warn Kol before you’re crashing down, hips still grinding, whimpering and calling his name.

When you come down, Kol is sitting up between your legs, his cock hard, his hands on your thighs, but he’s waiting, just watching you. You bring a hand up, and he leans forward, letting you touch his face. Your lips held a sated smile, and as he looked down at you, he thought of how lucky he was to have you, all of you.

“You good? Ready, I mean?” Kol asks. Your hand falls to his shoulder as he takes his cock in his hand.

“Yeah.” He scooches forward and you both let out smalls scoffs of laughter at the ungraceful action.

He slowly thrusts in, his head falling to your neck and yours tilting backwards. You had cum already, you didn’t need to again, which meant that you could make this all about him. You put your hands under his shoulders and twisted your body so that he was now on his back and you were on top of him. With a little adjusting you had him back inside of you and you were bouncing slowly, his hands grasping at the sheets, head thrown back and mouth open as he moaned loudly. He thrusts his hips up and you moan, bouncing a little higher from the motion. He looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed, hair slicked to his forehead as his eyes locked with yours. Kol’s eyes glance down to where your bodies meet and you make a show of wiggling your hips on his, making his eyes close and his head throw back into the mattress.

“Come on, Kol, let go.” He moans again, chest rising as his back arches and his hands fist tighter into the sheets. His hips buck up of their own accord and you let out a few involuntary whimpers, not hurting at all, he just looked so good when he came.

You fall beside him, panting and smiling. He releases the sheets and opens his eyes, letting out a long sigh and a laugh at the same time.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you too, darling.”