what little clothes

nishinoyalovesyuu  asked:

Hi! I'm the trash anon that begged you to consider the voltron au and let me just say that I love the character interpretation??? Like it's so spot on and I'm just in love! Thank you so much for drawing something for it, it like really actually made my day

!!!!!!! I’m happy you liked it, then!!!! ‘cause actually I have more

a Role Reversal™


Some doodles I saved up of the HTTYD girls


kings rising ch16: nikandros is a bro pt 2 (pt 1)



#StopHyuk2k17 ? WTF went wrong with that kid?! (Not complaining tho👀)

In which I headcanon that “bracing shower” is a euphemism for touching yourself.  Rated E.  Spoilers for 6x18.

Killian stomped up the stairs, a pleasant tingle in his fingers and toes that made him feel heavy and tingly.

“Tingly,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head, and his hand for good measure.  He grabbed a hold of the railing when he nearly slipped on the landing, socks sliding on the slick wooden floors.

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Sugar (NSFW)

sub!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Looks like I’m going to be posting more than I thought I was going to. Kind of wish I was in florida with the hubby for the next couple days but instead I’m home with the dogs writing all the smut. Also, don’t ask me where this gif is from because I have no idea, I got it off of GIFY.

You were a little tipsy, not enough to cloud your judgement but just enough to make you brave enough to do this. So you slunk down the hall until you landed on the all too familiar door. You knocked quietly so as not to wake anyone else in the compound up. The very sleepy redhead answered her door, rubbing her eyes.

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anonymous asked:

Is it bad that I totally ship Katie and Rocky? Also You're doing a great job with the animation!!

not at all lol, theyre gonna be total girlfriends in the future! They just became friends in the film but theyre gonna be really close later on <3

anonymous asked:

because the winter finale of S6, au in which princess!Emma has a pirate sneaking into her bedroom at night and all the guards secretly know but they tell no one of the royal family about it

Y’know I should probably finish this one before it all gets Jossed to hell this Sunday…

Quite on accident, Emma found herself half in love with a pirate, of all people.

She’d accepted her young widowhood quite graciously, focusing all of her energies on raising her son – and a fine young man Henry was turning out to be. She’d thought nothing else would honor her late husband’s memory than to ensure that their son, the future crown prince, would bring nothing but honor to their family.

But Henry was growing up, as all young boys do, and as he went squiring about and having his own adventures, he needed his mother less. Emma found herself drifting from one activity to the next, bestowing her princess’ favor upon charities and the good people of her kingdom, but something felt… off.


Until the night a man vaulted over the railing of her balcony, mistaking her rooms for some treasure vault.

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A Touch Of Love, 6.

Genre | Romance / Valentine’s Day drabbles.

Pairing | Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Prompt“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

Words | 1,187 words.

Some things cannot be rushed, or mayhap they must occur sundry times in order for their purpose to be intently and truly cherished.

It is for this precise reasoning that, as you blearily wake for the onset of another weekday to the sharp chiming of an unbearably early alarm, you discover thickly corded arms coiled loosely around your waist and Jeongguk’s parted lips nestled within the infinitesimal notch just below your collarbone, warm exhalations already stirring into a misarticulate groan. Hardly before you can reach your knuckles up to knead into sleep-laden eyes, he is assiduously manoeuvring your tangled limbs until the tips of his fingers graze the cool screen of your mobile, silencing the insistent ringing with a fumbled press of snooze and then he is collapsing the measure of his weight atop you with a deliberately strenuous sigh. There is a rush of air from your lungs as they deflate beneath his pressure, caught up by a strained, irritable moan on your part that has Jeongguk chuckling and adjusting until his elbows are dug in the pillow either side of your bird nest hair, nose dusting across your own in a silent good morning that he seals with the touch of his chapped and rosy lips. Morning breath be damned to the shades when the edge of his tongue against the seam of your mouth is a finer wake up call than any electronic device humming a digital tune.

And that is only the first of the tireless onslaught that you so terribly adore.

The bed is unwillingly abandoned in a mess of crumpled sheets that remain to be redolent with shampoo from damp hair and last night’s amorous escapade – though not without a tender interspersing of Jeongguk’s mouth across your cheeks, which only then does he at long last release the binds for you to get ready. You listlessly take to the kitchen with dragging feet while he requires a sparse moment to truly gather his scattered bearings, parting the bedroom curtains with a loathsome cringe to the five at dawn sky, the horizon barely beginning to provide an inkling of daylight in an orange dapple amongst the navy stretches of departing nighttime. Jeongguk comes to find you stirring milk and coffee in matching mugs with a palm braced upon the countertop, still fending off the lethargy that urges you to just lay back down, though morality upholds a fierce fight, a reminder that early morning meetings are an unfortunate instance of your job and that attending them is an absolute must if you wish to keep your position. Here, you are graced with the graze of his lips against the flesh of your shoulder that he exposes with a simple hook and tug of his finger around the loose fabric of your pyjama collar, trailing them up to the juncture of your neck and jawline, the gentle caress of his hand releasing the material and rather coming to cup your chin with a pressure ostensibly delicate, tilting your head backward with ease to coo at your drooping, cloudy gaze and place another affectionate kiss upon your lips.

Coffee is liberally and earnestly consumed upon the sofa amongst touches of light, almost incomprehensible conversation. Muddled by Jeongguk interrupting you with generous kisses and teasing little nips of his fingers when your eyes try to slip close for a handful of seconds more rest. Afterward, he watches you from the unmade bed strip down to nothing within the ensuite, indulging the sight of your completely bare glory, already too enthralled to fend off any lascivious ideas that water his mouth and strain sincerely against his boxers. Sooner than he would hope to admit, Jeongguk is peeling what little clothing he wears to join your own in a heap on the bathroom tiles and stepping into the shower, discovering your unsurprised and mildly delighted expression with a smirk of his own that is quick to be kissed away with a feeling that is semblance of the last evening. Most assured when a devilish hand slips between your thighs.

By six, the torrent has not yet ceased, nonetheless Jeongguk has pulled white hot euphoria from between your bones and tasted it on the roof of his mouth, accidentally mixed with the tang of vanilla body wash, and you are much more awake with a spring in your step. He towels your skin and hair dry, gingerly pressing his lips to your breasts and the hollow of your throat, right before bringing them briefly to your own. The both of you vigorously brush teeth, Jeongguk mutedly laughing when the foam spills down your chin and he makes a fierce attempt to kiss you amongst it with your scowling face seized in-between his clutching fingers, mint dentifrice and all. Unrelenting, he catches your lips a multitude of times while you dress into workwear that he deems unbearably titillating because your ass is simply fantastic in that neat pencil skirt – most definitely anticipating the time that he can appreciate the illustrious view in all of its splendid glory once you return home, during the moments that you scamper about the apartment before you finally gain the effort to change into something ultimately more comfortable. Though sweatpants are certainly as fanciable to him, just about anything that you sport is.

The half an hour mark is reached and you have already accepted that the steamy feat in the shower definitely has you late, sending a silent prayer to the morning traffic that there are no roadworks or unexpected collisions that will have you sending a hasty message to the company, warning of your forthcoming absence. With a hurried collection of your coat and briefcase, you reach the front door and spare a second to glance over your shoulder, nearly startled out of your wits when you find Jeongguk poised at your heels. You part your lips to bid him adieu, but he beats you to the punch.

“I know I’ve kissed you enough to make up for the day,” a twitch of a smile begins to pry at his lips, “though ten more couldn’t hurt, right? Please.”

Your eyes roll, though your heart urges you to concur. “I’m running late–”

Jeongguk, in a graceful sweep, brings his hand to the side of your face and slants his lips over your own. He might have been touching his mouth to your skin with devoted insistence since you woke, though none of them quite feel as purely wonderful as this, entirely unforgettable and smothering the thoughts of meetings and files and work, work, work. The way that he licks the tip of his tongue into your mouth, tenderly grazing the underside of your own, and how he ends the firm assuredness with his teeth sinking into the lower jut of the rosy flesh, eliciting divine tingles to rush across your skin in gooseflesh bumps as he pulls away, gaze entirely adoring as he watches your mouth upturn at the corners.

“Just one then,” he grins, and then quickly pecks your smiling lips once more. “Whoops, two. Have an amazing day, baby.”

Note | This is for my amazing @jeonjagiya as it is her birthday today! Go and send the Shibari Queen a million and one birthday wishes! ♡

Drabbles One: KTHTwo: MYGThree: JHSFour: KNJFive: KSJ • Six: JJK • Seven: PJM (Finale)

“Punishment” (Jooheon smut)

Originally posted by heonies

Title: Punishment

Featuring: Jooheon (Monsta X) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: Mature. Thigh riding, spanking, dirty talk, daddykink.

Summary: Jooheon decides you need consequences for your actions, and a little something extra.

Requested by anon!

Jooheon was on the couch in front of you, slouched down and comfortable with his knees spread and one arm draped over the back. He raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth.  Something about the way he was postured there, his t-shirt clinging to his sides and his pants just tight enough to outline his strong legs, it made you shiver.

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Imagine Woozi accidentally wearing one of Suga’s clothes after they spend the night together.

Imagine you're the "little sister" of Team Free Will, and they take you shopping when they notice older men checking you out.

“I can’t believe you got us kicked out!” you exclaimed as the doors behind you closed. “You can’t just fight every battle! I never even got any clothes!”

“Yeah, and the old man checking you out was practically taking what little clothes you have on off with his eyes!” Dean hissed before snapping the thin line of your spaghetti strap against your shoulder.


Sam, whose face was still contorted in anger, sighed. “We’ll go to a different store.”

You stopped dead in your tracks without a single warning. Luckily for you, the two men and angel piled on top of each other instead on to you. “No. Hell, no! I’m letting Charlie take me, because you three just beat a stranger to a pulp because he was staring at me!”

“Inappropriately,” Castiel added.

“I don’t care. Just get in the car." The backdoor to the Impala slammed shut as Team Free Will stared at the car and back to the store guiltily. With a shrug, they scrambled into Dean’s prized possession where they continued to rant on and on, throwing in random apologies here and there. You, on the other hand, boiled in anger silently. Damn overprotective brothers.

anonymous asked:

hi~ I loved ur kori's little sister & Jason fic!! do you think you could make another one where he's trying to teach her more "earth" stuff 💞💞

Hi!! thank you!! You’re in luck because I actually had something written - it’s a tad bit short though. (Though I feel like it does not touch too much on the ‘earth’ stuff).

The first time Jason noticed your lack of human knowledge had been when you first appeared on Earth, speaking a language he couldn’t even understand nor could he decipher it either. 

The second time he noticed was when after the lack of words being exchanged and the language barrier is still standing strong, you had all but pushed him to the ground and kissed him right on the lips, very deeply. Honestly it was too much for him then. 

The third time he finally managed to wrap it around his head that you know very little of Earth was when the first thing you had done after knowing how to speak English (later on, Jason found out that you learn languages through physical contact, mostly kissing - the tongue part was for fun, on your part) had been to take off what very little clothing you have almost at every occasion possible. 

“No,” Jason immediately stops you. He grabs on to your hands to pull it away from your minimal clothing. “I said to blend in. What are you thinking?” He asks before he drops the hold he has on your hands. 

You look at your hands before looking at your attire. Judging from Jason’s expression, it seems as if you are doing something wrong again. 

“Do men on Earth not like it when we are dressed like this?” You ask, having heard a couple of men talking about how you had been dressed. You even heard them expressing their gratitude too. 

Jason shakes his head. “Not all men prefer seeing women dressed like this. It’s a matter of preferences, Y/N.” He tells you before walking over to where he had dropped his jacket earlier. 

You trail after him. “Then what about you?”

Jason turn back to look at you. “What do you mean?”

You pout a little bit. “What about you?” Because of your powers, you are now able to look at Jason, eye-to-eye. “How do you prefer me to dress?”

Jason reels back as if he had been slapped before coughing viciously a couple of times. You immediately rub his back and Jason waves you off. 


You slowly drop back on your feet and stare at Jason. "I do not care about other people’s preferences. Just yours.”

Jason sighs. Sometimes you could probably be the cause of his next death. The fact that you had asked him so seriously with that innocent face of yours did not help too. (Much later, Jason found out that you are anything but innocent, not that he minded at all).

To stop you from talking again, Jason puts his leather jacket over your shoulders. “Just dress as you please, Y/N.” He takes one good look before heading towards his side of the room, grabbing another shirt. 

You stare at Jason’s jacket in confusion and awe. It confuses you how humans can even wear something as constricting as this leather jacket but at the same time, you think you have finally figured out Jason’s preferences too. 

So you immediately flew to him. 

“Is your preferences seeing women wearing your clothes?”

Queue Jason’s groan and incoherent curses.

Seven Days With Bangtan | Namjoon

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

Pairings: (Namjoon/Reader)

Genre: Smut

Words: 2,143

Tags: Light Bdsm, Dominant

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i think i’m gonna end up wearing a dress to prom

The Things She Carries, Part 9

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

“It was rough,” she says, much lower; he leans toward her, as if pulled by an invisible thread. “But —”  she slides her thumb over his bottom lip, lets the smoke creep into her voice, “It was entiiirely … consensual.”

“I thought it would hurt less to lose you, if I’d never known what it was like to love you.”

She understands what he means, deeply and immediately. It’s how she felt too, although she never admitted that part before, even to herself — the way she closed herself off to him as if it would keep her from pain, when all it did was add a seeping, suffocating ache to the pain she was already in.

She untucks her arms and wraps them around him, listening to his steady heart; patient, not requiring an equivalent declaration from her, he answers by nuzzling her hair.

At last she says, “We almost did lose each other, so many times,” and the anguish underlying her words surprises her a little.

He acknowledges it with a quick squeeze. “We still might. This doesn’t constitute any kind of guarantee, not against — not with the work we do, the enemies we have.”

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valentine's day


word count: 1,655

A/N: I know it’s already past Valentine’s Day but better late than never right??

**warning: SMUT**

I sat on the couch, watching some cheesy, romantic movie that I had no idea what the title was. My mind kept wandering elsewhere too often to actually know what was going on in the movie. I was too upset about Shawn not being home for Valentine’s Day to think about anything else. I decided to celebrate it by myself with a movie and all the candy I bought at the store yesterday.

Shawn had to go to L.A. for the week and had tried his best to make it home, but told me he just couldn’t. He promised to make it up to me when he got home and I knew that, as always, he would keep his promise. I glanced over at the clock to see that it was nearing eleven o'clock. The movie was boring and if I stayed up eating these chocolates, I’d gain twenty pounds before the night was over. I walked to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I then changed into another one of Shawn’s t-shirts, one that was more comfortable and had a stronger, more pungent scent of him lingering on it.

As I was pacing back to the living room to turn the tv off, I heard a noise outside. I knew Shawn wasn’t due home until Friday so I knew it couldn’t be him. I peeked out the living room window to see nothing. Not a vehicle, not a person, nothing. Soon, keys rattled in the doorknob and I wondered if it could actually be Shawn. I stood in living room, waiting for the door to open. The door hinges squeaked slightly, like they always do, and the door flew open.

In the doorway stood my boyfriend, but it front of him, a vase full of white and pink daisies. A smile spread across my face, not only at the fact that Shawn was actually home, but also because he knew me so well. He knew how much I absolutely loved daisies. I ran to hug him, letting his arms engulf me after he had set the vase of flowers on the floor. His scent overpowered everything else and I inhaled his smell. Oh, how I had missed him. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and wrapped my arms around his torso.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.” He whispered into my ear, right after tucking loosely falling strands of hair behind it. He shut the door behind him when he realized it was still wide open, forgetting the cold February air was drifting into the house. He sat multiple bags onto the ground, a couple being his own and the rest looking like gift bags.

“Oh my gosh, Shawn, I missed you.” I told him. I cupped his face into my hands and kissed his sweet, plump lips. They were soft, smooth and his breath tasted of wintergreen mint, something I’ve always loved about him. I continued kissing his perfect lips, having to stand on my tip toes to do so. I pulled away to admire the flowers he’d brought and placed them on the kitchen counter. I walked back to the living room, where Shawn had compulsively placed every gift bag in a specific spot.

“I feel so bad because I was going to cook for you for Valentine’s but it’s too late for that now. I’m sorry babe.” my voice trailed off. He assured me it was okay and rubbed my back lovingly after doing so. “How about a Valentine’s breakfast tomorrow morning?”

“That sounds amazing, honey.” Shawn assured me. He handed me a bag from Sephora, which contained a few lipsticks I had shown him a few weeks ago and a beautiful eyeshadow palette. Two gift bags later and I was to the last bag, which Shawn took out from behind his back. A Victoria’s Secret bag.

“If you don’t like it you don’t- you don’t have to wear it, baby,” He stuttered, “I just thought it might be something kinda fun for the both of us.”

I opened the bag, finding a dark red piece of lingerie inside. I took it out, examining it thoroughly. It was lace all over and had tiny bows on the straps. A blush creeped across my cheeks, shocked that Shawn would buy something like this for me but eager to see how he would react to me wearing something of the sort. I looked up at Shawn, who was biting his lip awaiting my response.

“Thank you, I love it. Thank you for all of it,” I said, “Do you want to, uh, see me in it? Tonight?”

“Only if you want me to. If you want me to, then damn right I do.” I laughed at how excited he seemed. His cheeks had became a splotchy red and his eyes had turned darker, slightly shy yet filled with lust all at the same time. He followed me to our bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed while I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I slipped off the shirt that belonged to Shawn and my panties and replaced them with the one piece lingerie. I suddenly felt confident in myself for one of the first times in my life. The color of the lace went perfect with my skin tone. What little support was in my bra cupped my breasts perfectly. I stared at myself in the mirror, messing up my hair slightly to add to the effect.

Figuring this was as good as it was going to get, I walked out of the bathroom. I opened the door, revealing an anxious Shawn. His face was still flushed and he bounced his leg up and down out of anticipation. His gaze met mine and I waited for him to break it, to examine over my body. Before even moving his eyes down my body, he bit at his lip. His eyes flickered down. The look in his eyes told me he was mentally taking off what little clothing I was wearing.

One thing I loved most about Shawn is that he always knew how to make me feel beautiful. Just something so simple as the way he looked at me. He stood up, placing his hands on my waist. He guided me to the bed slowly after letting me strip him down to his boxers, covering us with the sheet after laying me down. His lips kissed mine lustfully yet lovingly at the same time. I kissed back with equal passion. My lips fit perfectly against his much softer ones, feeling like time was standing still in the very moment.

“You’re so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He spoke softly against my lips. His forehead rested against mine and his eyes stayed shut as the words fell out of his mouth. His lips returned to mine and I was thankful. I needed him in every way possible right now. My lips no longer felt his. He had started to kiss at my collarbone. He kissed down, kissing my skin through the thin red lace.

“I need you,” I blurted out while Shawn was kissing my body, “so so bad and right now.” He didn’t tease like he normally would. He removed his underwear and tossed them to the floor. His left hand went to my hip, his right to my cheek and he caressed it with his thumb. His lips pecked mine softly while he lined himself up at my core. I was dripping wet for him and we had only kissed.

He slid into me with ease but kept the pace slow. I felt him filling me up completely, a feeling I still wasn’t fully accustomed to. My eyes fluttered open and closed over and over again. His thrusts were agonizingly slow but I could feel every ridge of his shaft. I could feel the way the head teased along my walls. Each large vein rubbed me pleasingly.

Shawn’s pace picked up slightly, still thrusting slowly, however. I moaned out his name loudly. I needed him to know how much he was pleasuring me. His hand gripped onto my hips harder whenever I moaned. He moved damp hair off of my cheek and rubbed it gently.

I closed my eyes from the massive amount of pleasure washing over me. Shawn’s thrusts were slow but hard and deep. He hit the right spots with almost every stroke. His press his forehead against mine. His hot breath fanned over my cheek and he peppered my face with soft kisses.

“I love you,” he moaned out, cutting off his own sentence momentarily to thrust into me all the way, “so so fucking much.” he mumbled whenever he bottomed out. Even with the slowest possible thrusts, I already neared orgasming.

“I love you too.” I barely made out, the pleasure was almost too much. Shawn could tell I was close, as my legs became weak and I was more of a moaning mess now. He picked up his pace only slightly, wanting to see me come undone underneath him. I looked up into his still dark brown eyes that stared back into mine. With only a few thrusts more, I was there.

My back arched and soft moans left my lips. Shawn struggled to keep his thrusts steady and smooth, so close himself but wanting to make me come first. Absolute, pure bliss came over me as I came. Shawn only helped push me over the edge by pressing his sweet lips into mine so lovingly.

Only moments later, Shawn came too and cuddled up next to me. He rested his chin on top of my head and kissed my forehead. I changed back into Shawn’s t-shirt, him seeming happier to see me in that than the lingerie. I cuddled into his chest, we said our goodnights and with that, we were both asleep.