wow this took me forever!

Sleepy, Needy, Greedy (M)

⤞ When a simple case of morning wood proves to be much more difficult to get rid of than anticipated!

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Pairing: Jackson x reader

Genre: just plain smut, you have been warned!

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: rated M, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: okay wow this took me FOREVER to finish but here it is, at last! I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it ;)

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She’s A Servant

Originally posted by alphabomb

Requested by anonymous:

“Could you do an imagine where the reader is in love with Arthur, but doesn’t dare say anything. She does tell Merlin however, who urged her to tell him. When morgana kidnapped the reader and tortures her, Arthur goes out of his mind to try and get her back, and when he does, he finally confesses to her that he has loved her for so long and they have a moment.”

Warnings: torture scene, angst, fluff

Note: First Merlin request!! let’s see how this goes :’) x I got super carried away with this but oh well


Wash the King’s ceremonial robes, make the beds, feed the royal horses, help out in the kitchen and… and… oh god what was the last thing? 

You inwardly cursed yourself as you ran through all the possible things you might have to do but could not for the life of you remember. Why were you so forgetful? These five things were the only things you needed to remember for the day, that was your only job. “Oh right do a delivery for Gaius.” You muttered when it hit you, letting out a breath of relief. 

You hurried down the endless maze of hallways of Camelot castle, weaving and dodging the other servants. You hadn’t been this stressed since King Arthur’s coronation. One of the other servants had to take the day off because of a high fever which left you with double the workload you normally had.

“Can someone for the love of god please go and fetch him! Tell him it’s a matter of urgency!” A loud voice thundered. You ignored it continuing to hurry through the hallways, being a servant for Uther Pendragon had made you used to shouting.

As you rounded a corner you smacked into a firm chest sending you stumbling back. Luckily you had pretty good balance and managed to not drop the mountain of clothes you had piled up in your arms.

“Ah *yn* just the person I wanted to see.” The person greeted and you poked your head around the clothes to see Gwaine. “Gwaine.” You greeted. “I must say you do look lovely today.” He remarked. “What do you want?” You asked raising a brow, knowing fully well it was probably going to be something you didn’t want to do.

“Well…” He trailed off. Yep here we go. “Agravaine needs to see the King, it’s an urgent matter regarding the kingdom. So it would be really helpfully if you went and fetched him.” He spoke before sending you an innocent smile.

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Hiccup and Astrid dancing at their wedding (using Stoick and Valka’s dance as a reference) :)

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Lizzington week: day 1, 2 & 3.

Since I am very late to the party, I decided to make one post for the 3 days that I missed. 

This is one of my favourite quotes and some of my favourite scenes.

She is his second chance, his ray of light, his Polaris, his way home. The woman he loves, his life, his heart.  

Arachnophobia (Snowbaz AU)

Simon’s terrified of spiders

– Simon –


I look around at the boxes stacked in the living room and kitchen of my new apartment. I just got finished with the bedroom and I’ve finished most of the living room, pulling out photos of me and Penny to put on my nightstand and unpacking some sheets for tonight. Penny helped me move the couch up and into place but she had to go meet Micah at the airport a couple of hours ago. I glance at my phone and decide to be done for the night, well morning I guess. It’s three a.m.

I tiredly shrug off my t-shirt and jeans and head into my new bathroom. I dig around in a few boxes before pulling out shampoo and soap and moving to turn on the shower.

It’s then that I see it. Big and black, skulking at the bottom of the tub. All eight eyes staring evilly at me. I let out an embarrassingly loud shriek of fear and scramble out of the bathroom. I fucking hate spiders. They have eight legs which is far too many. No one needs so many legs and the way they crawl sends shivers up my spine. I make it out of my apartment and slam the door behind me, breathing heavily. I cannot go back in there until that spider is dead and gone. But I left my phone inside so I can’t call Penny for backup. It’s either spend the night out here or find someone to kill that monster so I can take my shower and get some sleep.

I glance up at the door across the hall. This isn’t exactly how I planned to meet my new neighbor, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and I need help. I push myself up off my door and walk across the hall, raising my hand to knock.


– Baz –


I wake up to loud bangs on my door and glance at my phone. Who the fuck is at my door at 3 in the fucking morning. I yawn and sit up, tiredly pulling on some pants. I comb my fingers through my hair and open my door.

A cute boy who I don’t recognize is standing in front of me. Practically naked. He’s wearing nothing but boxer briefs, which are cupcake print. His curly bronze hair is a mess, sticking up from his head in all directions and his eyes are wide. He has moles freckling his cheeks.

And shoulders.

And chest.

And—

I pull my eyes back up to his face because Aleister fucking Crowley I don’t even know this guy’s name.

“Oh thank Merlin!” he says. “I just moved in and I’m sorry to wake you up like this but there is a spider in my bathtub but I need to shower and I’m really fucking terrified of spiders but I can’t call Penny and—” I can’t focus because I’m barely awake and this hot adorable boy is standing in front of me begging me to go back to his apartment and I need to stop thinking about this.

If this were anyone else I would just slam the door in their face, but I feel bad for the poor boy so I sigh and walk forward, shutting my door behind me. He turns and I follow him across the hall and into his apartment, trying not to stare at his ass.

His apartment is sparse. I can tell he’s just moved. Boxes are stacked everywhere and the only other thing in the living room is a couch. He heads through his bedroom (also pretty bare except a mattress with sheets on the floor and some pictures of him and a girl with purple cat-eye glasses) and into the bathroom. He turns to face me and points at the tub where I see I tiny spider.

I try not to laugh but can’t keep the small smirk off my face as I see what he is so terrified of.

“Hey,” he says, trying to act more upset than he actually is. “Don’t judge me. They’re creepy as fuck.”

I shrug, still smiling. “Do you have tissues?”

“I think so.” He says and turns, digging through a box before triumphantly pulling some out.

I grab one and squish the spider neatly, balling up the tissue and handing it to him. He takes it carefully, holding it by two fingers as if the spider will suddenly come back to life and crawl out.

He takes it to the kitchen and tosses it in the trash. I follow behind him and stop in his living room, leaning against the back of his couch.

“Right, thanks…”

“Baz,” I supply.

“Thanks, Baz.”

“and  you are?”

“oh, Simon! I’m Simon.” He smiles at me and Crowley his smile lights up his entire face.

I stare until I realize I’ve been staring and shake myself out of it.

“I should…” I gesture towards the door.

“Yeah. Right. Of course.” He says, following me to the door.

“Thanks again.” He says as I leave.

I turn and smile at him. “Anytime. See you around, Simon.”

“Night Baz.”

I head back into my apartment and toss and turn trying to get a freckled chest and sunny smile out of my head, finally falling asleep.


– Simon –


After the hot boy next door leaves I shower and try to get some sleep. I’m up again at six a.m. and can’t get his deep red gold skin and dark flowy hair out of my head. I get up off my bed and walk across the hall, not sure what I’m even going to say.

He opens the door almost immediately, this time wearing a shirt and jeans (and Merlin do they look good on him). He smirks at me and leans against the door frame.

“Simon.” He says, his steel eyes burning into me. “Long time no see.”

“I figured I should thank you for coming to my rescue last night. I mean, it was at an ungodly hour and you still decided to help a stranger in only his underwear kill a spider.” I say. I take a breath.

“What I mean to say, is: want to go get coffee with me?”

He smiles at that and pushes himself off the door frame, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Give me ten minutes.”

me? bad at graphics? yeah..

ANYWAYS i reached a really small compared to my other mutuals’ follower goal today and i wanted to share my thanks? so i’m gonna thank all of my mutuals (under the cut) as a way to do that (i guess?) !!! thank you so, so much for 150+ followers !!!

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Bambam on the streets.

Kay, does this look familiar? Hmm?

Hmmm?