you guys i can't stop staring at it

Imagine Your OTP
  • Person C can be a mutual friend or part of an OT3. Either works.
  • Person C: Person A, do you ever wash that jacket? C'mon, you wear it everyday.
  • Person A: ...
  • Person A: Of course I do. I'm not tHAt terrible.
  • Person B: I wonder what I would look like in that jacket.
  • Person A: (stares)
  • Person C: Oh yeah, that's real smooth, Person B.
  • Person A: (takes off jacket)
  • Person A: I expect this back.
  • Person B: (is really excited)
  • Person A: (literally throws the jacket at Person B)
  • Authority Figure: Hey, you guys need to leave.
  • Group splits up
  • Person B: (throws jacket back to Person A)
  • Person A: Wait! You can still wear it...
  • Person B: (can't hear)
  • Person A: (doesn't stop thinking about it for three days)

Pirate! Lan Fan inspired by my dearest friend, @xyriath and her fic “Disinclined to Acquiesce”

I really like how that story is going so far, and I felt like doing something for it. Sure, I should’ve gone with RoyEd but then, Lan Fan is just too great to ignore. No, she hasn’t appeared on the story, yet, but I know that when she does, she will be awesome!

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy~!

Mature
  • Stranger : *can't stop staring at Jin*
  • Jungkook : Hey! What are you looking at?!
  • Taehyung : Yeah~ don't look at what you can't afford!!!
  • Jimin : *hiss at the stranger while hanging onto Jin's waist*
  • Yoongi : Jeez calm down.
  • Yoongi : Kids please can you guys be more mature?
  • Jin : Yoongichi I really appreciate you for telling them this.
  • Jin : But can you please put your middle fingers down.
  • Jin : And stop cursing there's kids here.
  • Yoongi : No.
  • Yoongi : DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE LOOKED AT YOUR BUTT????
  • Yoongi : AY YOU!!! GO TO HELL!!!
  • Jin :

amouthfulofforevers  asked:

I was looking at the Hyde/Jackie kiss post and I was wondering, was there any kiss you wanted to include in the top but couldn't? c: Also, do you know how many times they kiss in the show?

(Previous posts: here and here)

Oh, boy. There is one I love that it hurt me not to put in the top5, so let’s talk about that. And as for how many times have they kisses? Just that I remember: 3 kisses in the cheek, 1 in the corner of the mouth, and on the mouth, THAT I REMEMBER and including dream/fantasy sequences, are 28. On screen kisses. But I think it may be more, I’m just answering by memory, and my memory can be kind of bad. Now…

*can’t take my eyes off you by frankie valli, rock version and with lots of mental dirty innuendos in the backround* That one time she couldn’t take her hands off of her Puddin’ Pop

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a bunch of starters from spiderman: homecoming trailers
  • "This is the coolest thing I've ever seen."
  • "This is the greatest day of my life!"
  • "Who's that new guy?"
  • "Gotta go!"
  • "That was awesome!"
  • "Don't mess with me."
  • "I'll kill you, and everybody you love."
  • "New move I'm working on."
  • "I stole his shield, then he beat me up."
  • "Why do you hate fun?"
  • "Nice try, buddy."
  • "So, you're gonna let me go?"
  • "What the hell?"
  • "We have thin walls here."
  • "They don't care about us."
  • "The world's changing. It's time we change too."
  • "So when's our next 'retreat'?"
  • "We'll call you."
  • "That's not a hug, I'm just grabbing the door for you."
  • "Good luck out there."
  • "This is my chance to prove myself."
  • "What if someone had died tonight?"
  • "That's on you."
  • "I wanted you to be better."
  • "We're going to take everything they got."
  • "You're not gonna stop me!"
  • "Finally! Here we go."
  • "We're not there yet."
  • "I stopped a Grand Theft Bicycle."
  • "Hey, could you do me a favor? Hold on to that."
  • "I helped this old lady and she bought me a churro."
  • "That was nice."
  • "I just feel like I could be doing more."
  • "This feels so strange."
  • "These weapons are crazy dangerous!"
  • "There are people who handle this sort of thing."
  • "Let go of me!"
  • "But we have a Spanish quiz!"
  • "You gotta get better at this part of the job."
  • "I don't understand."
  • "I'm intimidating!"
  • "Hey, where are you going?"
  • "What are you hiding?"
  • "I'm just kidding, I don't care."
  • "I'm sick of being treated like a kid!"
  • "What was that?"
  • "You were on the ceiling!"
  • "You said we were going to finish the death star?"
  • "She doesn't know?"
  • "Nobody knows!"
  • "You can't tell anybody about this!"
  • "I don't think I can keep this a secret, this is the greatest thing to ever happen to me!"
  • "I can't believe this is happening right now."
  • "Are there like, trials? Or an interview?"
  • "Just stay close to the ground!"
  • "Badass!"
  • "Forget the flying monster guy!"
  • "I was just trying to be like you."
  • "I screwed up."
  • "You need to stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders."
  • "I'll do anything to protect my family."
  • "I know you know what I'm talking about."
  • "I just gotta do this on my own."
  • "Just don't do anything stupid, alright?"
  • "We should probably stop staring before it gets creepy."
  • "You guys are losers."
  • "Just, don't do anything I would do."
  • "And definitely don't do anything I wouldn't do."
  • "There's a little grey area in there, and that's where you operate."
  • "I know you want to save the world, but you're not ready yet."
  • "Stay out of trouble!"
  • "What is going on with you?"
well damn
  • Draco: I think I should be completely honest with you guys and tell you guys the truth.
  • Blaise and Pansy: You're gay and you're in love with Potter.
  • Draco: How did you guys know? Is it that obvious?
  • Blaise: Well you constantly talk about him and you can't seem to stop staring at him whenever you see him. You ask questions like...Do you think he's a top or bottom? Does he sleep naked?
  • Pansy: You know what all of his classes are and you wait outside the classroom just so you can look at him. You constantly insult him which according to your knowledge "shows him that you care" and you spend all day trying to find a way to insult him just so you can see him again.
  • Draco: well damn

request: the8 badboy!AU, highschool!AU ; insp. by the 6th prompt here!

pairing: minghao/you

a/n: *sweats* after 6 months of not writing a scenario, i am back!!! honestly i got a bit carried away so it’s a bit lengthier than usual, so i hope this makes up for it since this is my first minghao fic :’) 

2,684 w.

The sound of hurried footsteps and hushed voices outside your bedroom window is what pulls you away from your hour-long studying session. It’s five minutes past midnight and you’re reviewing your notes in preparation for your chemistry test in the morning, but now that your attention is elsewhere, you realize that further cramming will do you no good. You sigh and shut your notebook, stretching your arms behind your back as you get up to see who (or what) could be making such a ruckus outside your house this late.

When you peer outside your window, you barely make out the outlines of three hooded figures running straight for your backyard door. Your eyes widen as you watch them shove it open and run deeper in until they’re out of sight. You freeze in place as panic washes over you because oh my god they’re going to break in and murder me why do I have to be alone tonight out of all nights?

You grab your phone and rush into the master’s bedroom where a window gives the perfect view of your backyard. Creeping closer to the window and peaking through the blinds, you see that the three of them are standing in the middle of your backyard, two of their backs turned to you. The other figure is facing you, but you can’t quite make out their face.

“Did we lose him?”

“I don’t know. But it’s best to hide here until we’re sure.”

You sigh in relief. So their intention isn’t to break in.

“Minghao? What do you think?”

Minghao? You squint your eyes as the figure takes off his hood. Even in the darkness, his fiery red hair is visible and your jaw goes slack. Minghao’s in several of your classes, though he hardly shows up for it to feel that way.

“Yeah, let’s just wait here.” He cards a hand through his hair and looks around as if sensing your gaze.

You’re about to step back from the window just in case he sees you, but something in the corner of your eye makes you stop mid-way. Now that your eyes have adjusted to the dark, you can see that your garden—or what was your garden—has been trampled on. You’ve been tending to that garden for months now, and anger builds within you when you see some of your peonies limp in the soil.

You spin on your heel and down the stairs, clutching your phone in your fist. You make your way over to the living room where the backyard door is, flicking the backyard light on in the process.

You yank the door open and step out, pointing an accusatory finger at the three boys, “Hey!”

The three of them look at you in alarm, but before they can say anything you continue, “Look, I was going to let you guys off for trespassing after you leave and all, but how are you going to repay me for my garden? I’ve been working on it for months! And you,” you point to Minghao, “there’s a chemistry test tomorrow! Did you even know that? Actually, do any of you know how expensive it is to maintain a garden like this? Why my garden? You guys are so careless!”

By now you’re heaving from your mini-rant as the three boys stare at you in shock. You cross your arms. “Well?”

Much to your dismay, one of them has the audacity to laugh“Come on,” he nudges the one standing next to him. “Let’s get out of here.” He shoves his fists in the pocket of his hoodie and brushes past you like it’s nothing. “Nice pajamas, by the way.”

You blink a few times before looking down at your current attire: a Hello Kitty pajama set you got for Christmas two years ago with fuzzy slide slippers to match. Feeling your face warm, you glare as Offender #2 joins Offender #1′s side.

“Let’s go, Minghao. You have a test to study for, remember?” he snickers.

And then they’re off, leaving the way they entered, not even sparing you a glance. Minghao watches as you sulk over to your garden. You can feel his eyes on you as you kneel down to pick up a crushed peony. “Just go,” you murmur, standing up to walk past him. “Jerks…”

“Hey,” he calls out right before you close the door behind you. “I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“How?” you frown. Even though Minghao’s always had the reputation as the school’s “bad boy”, you never paid attention to such labels. But now that you have a reason to dislike him, you’re starting to believe the rumors. Maybe he truly is just a delinquent who causes needless trouble. “I’ve been growing this garden for mo—”

“For months. Yeah, yeah. You’ve said that already.”

Your glare deepens.

“I’ll find a way. But for now, I have to go.” He pulls his hood over his head and for the first time, looks you in the eye. “It’s ______, right?”

“Huh?” you ask, surprised that he knows your name. He looks at you expectantly and you clear your throat. “I mean, yeah. How’d you know?”

He smirks. “It’s pretty hard not to know the name of teacher’s pet, don’t you think?”

_ _ _

Unsurprisingly, Minghao misses the chemistry test the next day and doesn’t show up to class for the days that follow. You twirl your pencil between your fingers, chin resting on the palm of your other hand. “He’ll make it up to me my ass,” you mutter, remembering the amount of peonies that died at the hands (well, feet, technically) of those three impudent boys.

When class ends, you’re out the door, ready to go home and take a nice nap. With both of your earbuds in, you scroll through the music in your phone until you find a song you like and press play. You walk for five minutes until you feel a tap on your shoulder.

When you turn around, Minghao’s staring down at you. This time, his hair’s dyed a whitish grey that contrasts against his black hoodie.

You pull out your left earbud. “What do you want?”

“Here,” he holds out a mini succulent plant. “We’re even now, right?”

Frowning, you take the succulent from him and eye it. “This is your idea of making it up to me?” You narrow your eyes at him as he shrugs. The succulent is admittedly cute, and as you inspect it more, you notice black ink written on the bottom of the vase. Curious, you tilt it backwards until the words becomes readable.

Seokmin Lee :^)

Pausing, you look up at Minghao, to the succulent, and back at him. “Wait,” you say slowly, realization hitting you. “You stole this?”

You shove it back in his hands and glare, angry at yourself for actually thinking he could be true to his word.

“I got it for you,” he says simply, not understanding why you’re so upset. “You don’t like it?”

You look at him like he’s crazy, but his unwavering stare makes you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. “Forget it,” you say. “Just put it back where you took it from.” You shove your earbud back in your ear and continue your walk home.

When you open your backpack to do homework later that day, you find the succulent sitting inside the space between your notebooks. 

_ _ _

Minghao, for reasons unknown, has become increasingly adamant on compensating you for the garden he and his friends ruined. Last week, he tried giving you a rose before you pointed out that it was clearly plucked from the school’s garden. You figure that it’s a pride thing that drives him to do these things; otherwise, a rebel like him and a straight-A student like you would never have crossed paths again following the incident last month.

Today, it’s a pack of sunflower seeds.

“You know these are for eating, not for growing, right?” you deadpan, looking up at him. “I can see you’re really trying. But what’s done is done, so you can stop feeling indebted to me or whatever.”

Minghao opens his mouth to speak, but you continue before he can, voice much softer this time. “You’re nicer than your other friends. I appreciate it.”

“Nice?” he frowns. “I’m not nice.”

“Then why do you keep doing this?” You purse your lips, clutching the pack of sunflower seeds embarrassedly. “People think you like me. Someone saw you give me the rose last week. You know how fast rumors spread in this school.”

“Let them think what they want,” he counters, expression unreadable. You’ve never felt so vulnerable under someone’s gaze. “Plus, some rumors turn out to be true.”

You feel a blush creep up your neck. “What do you mean?”

Minghao shrugs, feigning cluelessness. “Dunno.”

The words come out before you know it: “Do you like me?” You bite your lip immediately after the words slip out, mentally cursing yourself for asking such a forward and ridiculuous question.

Minghao, however, seems unfazed. “Wanna date?”

You definitely weren’t expecting that. At a loss for words, you can only pray that your face isn’t as red as it feels. Minghao looks amused as your mouth opens and closes as you struggle for a response.

“I don’t date,” you say lamely. “I’m focusing on my studying.”

Minghao quirks a brow. “So no?”

You feel as if your heart rate’s increased tenfold and your mind’s gone blank, and all you can see is Minghao watching you grapple with words like you suddenly forgot how to speak and why in the world isn’t there a class on Dealing With A Minghao 101?

You and Minghao are polar opposites. You study diligently and get good grades, never skip class, and are well-liked among teachers. Minghao’s known for his cold indifference and causing all sorts of mischief outside of school. You’re not very popular, either, so you can’t find any plausible reason as to why Minghao would want to date you.

“I… I don’t know,” you manage to choke out after what feels like an eternity. “I barely even know you.”

“Isn’t that what dating’s for?” For someone so relaxed, he’s strangely persistent.

“I mean,” you start. “We could maybe… study for the upcoming chemistry test together?”

Minghao scoffs and you look away sheepishly.

“What was I expecting,” he mutters. “Fine.”

_ _ _

You’ve never felt so many eyes on you before. It’s a rare sight, so you can’t be too mad at the staring students. Had it not been for your suggestion, Minghao would likely never be seen in the library, let alone with you of all people. There are papers splayed over your shared table, but so far you’re the only doing the actual studying. He’s been staring at you for, you glance at the clock hanging above a shelf of books, the past thirty minutes.

“Minghao,” you sigh, looking up from your notebook. “What’s the difference between molarity and molality?”

“Your nose twitches when you study,” he says plainly.

You give him a pointed look but before you can retort, a smirking figure grabs your attention.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The pretentious Jihoon has his fists in his khaki slacks and his chin up like usual. “______ sharing her smarts with someone? Who would’ve known,” he muses. “Tutoring will only slow you down. We’ll see who lands the highest score this time.“

“Actually, tutoring shows you’ve mastered the material well enough to teach it,” you roll your eyes. “And I’m not even tutoring him. We’re studying together.”

Jihoon scoffs, grumbling a “whatever” before stalking off.

“Who is that punk?” Minghao asks, eyes still on his retreating figure.

You shake your head, brushing your hair out of your face. “I guess you could call him my rival. He’s been like that since we were in the fifth grade.”

“The competitiveness or the rich kid look?”

“Both,” you reply sadly.

Minghao adjusts his baseball cap so that his bangs flatten above his eyes. “Want me to beat him up?”

Your eyes widen as you look up at him. You can’t decide what’s scarier, his threat or the fact that he’s actually serious. “No, don’t do that,” you frantic. “I don’t want you beating anyone up.”

Minghao doesn’t look satisfied with your answer but doesn’t say anything. The next ten minutes are spent in silence, you reading over your notes and doing practice problems while Minghao idly scrolls through his phone. He gets up, sliding his phone into the pocket of his bomber jacket, and tells you that he’s going to the bathroom. You nod without looking up, letting him know you heard him.

"Finally, he left,” you hear someone a few tables away breathe out in relief the moment he’s out of sight. “I was going to leave myself if he didn’t.”

“Dude, same.” His friend shudders. “He’s so scary.”

You try to pay them no mind as you train your attention on your studying, but as they continue their Minghao-slandering you realize that you’ve been reading the same sentence over and over.

“What was he doing here, anyways? He should just go back to his shady business with his gang or something.”

“Tell me about it. And why was ______ with him? He probably threatened her into it.”

You slam your pen on the table. All eyes darting to you, you turn to the two gossipers. “Excuse me, but I’m trying to study,” you force a smile. “So if you could please—”

And what they ask next is all it takes for you to snap.

“______, is everything okay? You’re not feeling ill, are you?”

Feeling the anger coursing through your veins, you stand from your seat, palms laying flat on the table. “What do you two know about Minghao? Have you ever even talked to him?” You don’t care if you’re drawing more attention to yourself as you press on, “You have no right to judge him. He has feelings too, you know. What makes you think that I’d have to be feeling sick to want to be with him? You guys are so judgmental! You guys are such…” you remember what Minghao said earlier, “…punks! You guys are nothing but—”

“______, that’s enough.”

Alarmed, you turn around to see Minghao standing there with his usual expressionless face. You turn back around consciously and shut your eyes tightly; just how much did he hear? Would he be proud that you stood up for him? Angry that you caused a scene?

Minghao tugs on your wrist, “Come on.”

Wordlessly, you pack up your things, head laying low in shame though you ironically don’t regret a thing. Swinging your backpack over your shoulder, you exit the library after Minghao.

“Um,” you cough, trying to catch up to him, “how much did you hear?”

“All of it,” he says casually, looking down at you. “You like me, don’t you?”

You stop walking and blink up at him. Minghao peers at you over his shoulder and you swear you see stars.

You suck in a breath and, feeling brave, say, “Well, we’re dating, aren’t we?” You rejoin his side and feel proud when you see him looking shocked this time.

But the surprise is quickly replaced by a smirk as he throws his arm over your shoulder.

_ _ _

“Geez, who knew gardening could be this tiring,” Junhui, previously known to you as Offender #1, sighs, wiping away a drop of sweat from his brow.

“Don’t forget expensive,” you remind him, using your hand as a shield from the sun.

“Can we take a break?” Soonyoung (Offender #2) whines, fanning himself. “It’s hot!” He tosses the trowel on the soil and let’s out a groan.

“No stopping, punks,” Minghao scowls, and you can hear Junhui mumble “he’s turned soft” under his breath.

“Hey,” you elbow Minghao, “you should be helping them. You did this too, remember?”

“I tried making it up to you, didn’t I?” he challenges.

You end up shoving Minghao into the soil, but thankfully this time the peonies are unharmed.

Hey guys! Look at the lovely artwork @hansaera-art did for me!! I knew I wanted to commission her for something quite some time ago and it was hard to decide exactly what I wanted but I finally settled on this scene from Reality Dreaming: Chapter 41 - Tea. I hope you guys like it as much as I do!!

anonymous asked:

Keith with a lip piercing and Lance who can't stop staring at it. Lance finally says some pick up line like "I see your lips pierced we can get you a ring for it or we can get one for your finger" and everyone's like "Lance you'll break the poor guy" but Keith smirks and says "that's cute babe we should totally get you one to match, but I'm thinking you'd want the one for your finger" and everyone just stops and Lance is blushing so hard and Keith walks out chuckling.

anonymous asked:

So that gif set of Jamie shirtless can you imagine the first time Tyler sees that? Like he's know Jamie for about a week before he sees Jamie taking his shirt off. Tyler is absolutely floored at the site. He's so thick and strong,Tyler can't stop staring and he hopes to god he isn't drooling. He also can't help but to whisper "So that's why they call you chubbs." in a astonished tone. But Jamie over hears and thinks he's making fun of him and quickly pulls a shirt on. And I need a happy end plz

Okay. here you go anon. 

because appreciating how thick Jamie Benn is is IMPORTANT.


Tyler likes his guys big. He likes the idea that they could hold him down and do whatever they wanted to him. and as a professional hockey player, it’s surprisingly hard to find guys who are that big and strong and into that kind of thing. 

Which is why when he meets Jamie it’s like insta-crush. Dude is just so big. he doesn’t throw it around, and most of the time he kind of curls in on himself to make him seem smaller than he is, but when Tyler is right next to him, he can’t help that part of his brain that notices how different they are, and how big and warm Jamie seems.

Which is how Tyler fucks everything up. He’s been in Dallas for less than a fucking week, when he lets himself into the Benn’s place (does those fuckers ever lock the door?) and freezes. They’re playing fucking mario kart and are so into it that neither of them notices Tyler standing there. staring like a goob at Jamie. Who is fucking thick. like, Tyler had realised that he was big (duh), but seeing him shirtless is a whole different matter. 

and he gets that it’s fucking Dallas in summer, but did both Benn’s have to decide today was a day for no shirts? Jordie’s on the edge of the couch, muscles tensed as he clutches the controller, but Jamie,  Jamie, is on his feet in a pseudo crouch, legs spread wide for balance and wide shoulders hunched as he glares at the screen. And Tyler can’t fucking stop watching the way his strong back muscles shift, his tick, toned waist. Like damn. he want’s to know what it would feel like to have all of Jamie’s weight pressing down on him. 

There’s a victorious shout from Jamie, and Jordie throws a pillow at him as he does a weird victory dance in front of the TV.

“So ‘Chubbs’ huh?” and Tyler wishes he had of kept his fucking mouth shut as two heads swivel to look at him. And he has no idea how to react to Jordie’s glare and Jamie’s blushing dismayed face. “I mean, mario kart? really guys?” He offers a silly grin, but he can tell the damage is done when Jamie mumbles something and pulls on a forgotten shirt.


So Jamie is really self conscious. which is something that Tyler doesn’t really get, because he’s never had an issue with his body (he’s fucking hot and he knows it) and when he looks at Jamie he doesn’t understand how he doesn’t realise how fucking gorgeous he is. he rarely takes his shirt off around Tyler, and when he does, Tyler has learned not to say anything and limit his pining stares to when Jamie can’t see.

So when he finally catches on to the sideways glances under droopy lashes, subtle flushes out of nowhere, and lingering touches Jamie’s been throwing his way, and kisses him running on the high of beating the Ducks at home, Tyler is careful not to push. It makes for some really frustrating moments, but he wants Jamie to feel comfortable in this. 

But he also wants to get his mouth on him- bite his abs, lick his way down and nuzzle into the girth of Jamie’s hips. He wants to grip onto Jamie’s wide shoulders and feel all that solid weight holding him down as he fucks him open- Get his nails in that soft skin and mark him up.

It comes to head one night when Jamie has Tyler pushed against a wall, bruising his lips with desperate kisses, knee shoved between Tyler’s legs that Tyler is desperately riding. His hands are wandering down Jamie’s strong back and when he reaches the hem of his soft, warn T-Shirt, he can’t help but slip his fingers underneath and feel his way up the smooth skin of Jamie’s back. He misses the way Jamie stiffens against him, just that his lips pull away, so Tyler mouths his way down Jamie’s jaw towards the thick cords of his neck.

“Segs-” Jamie’s voice is strained and Tyler smirks as he nips at Jamie’s neck.

Tyler.” and suddenly his arms are pinned to the wall beside his body and Tyler can’t stop the way he squirms and whimpers and stares up at Jamie with desperate eyes. Jamie’s flushed and has this pained look and Tyler wants to smooth the tightness form his eyes, but strong fingers tighten around his forearms when they feel him trying to move. “You know I’m-.” Jamie breaks off and starts trying to glare a hole into the wall above Tyler’s head.

“I’m not like the guys you usually hook up with.” which, no. Jamie isn’t- he’s not a one night stand. he’s going to be there when Tyler wakes up. and the day after. and they’ll get to be all disgustingly affectionate to the point that it makes Jordie nauseous. “I’m not- I know I’m not nice to look at.” His face is burning and Tyler stops squirming against his hold to stare at Jamie with eyes wide in confusion.

“What the fuck are you talking about.” Jamie still isn’t looking at him. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“you don’t have to lie to-” and fuck that. Tyler doesn’t have to listen to this shit.

“Fuck that. do you know how long I’ve wanted to get my hands on you? Legit a week after I got to Dallas.” Jamie’s finally meeting his gaze, but he still looks unconvinced and- hurt. Jesus fucking Christ. Jamie shouldn’t look like that. not because of Tyler. “You were all shirtless and sweaty and fucking built, man.”

Jamie’s still looking unconvinced.

“Like, I saw how strong and thick you were and I wanted you to hold me against a wall and fuck me silly.” Jamie looks like he’s about to interrupt so Tyler just keeps babbling about his embarrassingly x-rated crush “I wanted to bite my way down your abs and cling to your thighs while you fucked my face. Feel the way you pressed me into the mattress and held me wherever you wanted while you used me. Ride your thick- mmpf” And Jamie is finally- finally kissing him again.

When he pulls away, Tyler is dazed, wetly gasping for breath where he’s propped against the wall as Jamie leans away and hesitantly slips his shirt over his head. Tyler whimpers and unthinkingly reaches out to stroke the lightly defined abs, licking his lips as he feels them jump under his touch.

“You- you actually think i’m… hot?” Tyler grabs Jamie’s jaw in both hands and pulls him down so their noses are almost touching.

Fuck. Yes.” He wants Jamie to know how fucking much he means it. “Can I blow you now?”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm the freshman who just sent in my first storytime about taking Korean at college with the Korean guy who kept staring at me & bruh... i can't stop thinking about him. My korean class meets everyday & I can see him looking at me or trying to talk to me but I'm so shy 😣 ugh.. any advice on how to work up the courage to tell him I like him? Like i have his number so should i just text him or wait til i see him on monday... idk. Thanks!!

I think you should text him first and say hi

You guys ever walk past the tank and feel an irresistible urge to stop and stare at your fish from afar like you’re two star crossed lovers who can’t be together and the only thing sustaining you is the knowledge that no one loves that damn fish more than you do

Not langst but...

I have like 5 langst prompts in my fucking inbox and at least 2-3 of them are from blogs I follow and love a lot so please someone scream at me to do them

Literally

Please

I’m begging

Scream at me in my ask or in here to finish my prompts bc I have little to no motivation to do anything and all I’m doing is fuCKING DRAWING CHUBBY LESBIANS SO PLEASE SOMEONE STOP MY ATROCITIES

anonymous asked:

Listen, I'm still here waiting for the second part of that AU inspired by Bruce Springsteen's music video. You can't leave me here like this, ok? You can't!! 😭😭

Sorry for making you wait. I hadn’t originally planned on writing more but you guys talked me into it. I stopped before delving into smut territory. Gonna make you use your imagination instead. Don’t hate me if it’s shit, which it most likely is.

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A million reasons why this is a bad idea are running through Liam’s mind as he stands there on the threshold. ‘Pick one and leave’ he tells himself but he doesn’t. Instead he continues to stand there, staring at Zayn and not saying a single word.

“Come inside, Liam. Please.” Zayn insists reaching his hand out to grab onto Liam’s, jolting him momentarily. Zayn pulls him inside with a gentle tug, closing the door behind them. He glances at Liam briefly before walking ahead, guiding Liam through the mostly dark house, past the foyer and towards the impressive staircase, holding Liam’s hand the whole time. They’re climbing the stairs and Liam still doesn’t utter a word of protest nor does he stop and leave either. He’s just following Zayn up the stairs, staring at the smooth skin of his back, the whole time picturing himself leaving marks upon it, evidence that Liam had claimed Zayn’s body. They reach the second floor, turn left and proceed down a long hallway until they reach a set of open double doors. They step inside and Zayn finally releases his hand to close them. The bedroom is large, airy and beautifully decorated. There’s a fireplace on one side of the room, a flat screen TV hanging above it, and a set of French doors leading to a balcony overlooking the driveway. The room is dominated by a large bed with the covers pulled back, pillows piled up against the upholstered headboard, a couple of textbooks laying across it. The sight of the bed snaps him out of his stupor.

“I shouldn’t be here” he says turning to Zayn. “I just came to drop off the car, s’all.” Zayn cocks his head to the side, a smirk on his lips. “No, Liam. We both know that’s not why you came.” He walks right up to Liam and caresses his cheek, making Liam’s breath hitch. “It’s okay. I wanted you here. You know that right? Think I was pretty obvious back at the garage.” Liam closes his eyes and takes a step back. “Okay, maybe, yes, but still. It’s wrong and you….you’re with…someone and this is….”

Zayn steps towards him again “Stop, Liam, please. Listen, Gavin and I….we’re not like a couple in that way. It’s like a business arrangement okay? We’re not like ‘in love’“ he says making air quotes to emphasize his point. “He’s not my boyfriend or some shit. He knows this, I promise. You’re not ruining anything by being here with me, Liam. Please believe me, ok?”

“I don’t know, Zayn. It’s kinda strange and I’m not like….used to this type of thing. Feels wrong” he says looking down at his feet. Zayn lifts his chin up and looks deep in his eyes. “Does this feel wrong?” He grabs Liam’s hands and places them on his chest, leaning his face close to his. “Come on, Liam” he whispers right against his lips before gently pressing his mouth against them. “Babe, please. You want to, right?” he breathes and bites his lower lip, golden eyes looking up at his and Liam’s done for. “Yes, fuck” he hisses before crushing their lips together. His hands slide down to Zayn’s tiny waist and grab on tight, pulling him hard against him, moaning against his warm, soft mouth. Zayn is kissing him back desperately, slipping his tongue into Liam’s mouth, the sensation causing both men to groan and intensify their movements. Zayn pulls away long enough to catch his breath before going back in for more, arms wrapped around Liam, rubbing up and down his back. “Want you!” Zayn moans when Liam’s mouth is sliding down his neck. “Christ, Zayn! Want you too. For so long!” he answers, hands cupping Zayn’s ass before pulling him against his crotch, hips instinctively thrusting forward searching for friction and finding it against Zayn’s hard length. “Then fucking take it, Li. It’s all yours”, Zayn purrs into his ear, gently biting his earlobe in the process.

Against his better judgment, Liam does just that. He’ll worry about the consequences later.

Tommy, You Bloody Shank

Setting: Sensitive!Newt, TMR

Rating: slightly M

Trigger-warning: none-needed, but… first (slash bad) attempt at writing semi-smut.

“Newt is really sexually sensitive and whenever somebody touches his ear or gently pats his hair he whines and whimpers and blushes so fucking adorably thus when Thomas accidentally falls on him…”

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Cliche AU where ceo!Erwin stops at coffee shop before work and when he sees punk!Levi he can’t help himself and he just stares at him. Levi feels his eyes on him and at first he thinks Erwin is being creepy but then he realizes this guy is kinda cute because he hasn’t blinked or moved for several seconds.

The Signs Doing Secret Santa
  • Taurus: *Sitting in the corner with a small decorated bag, trying to find Sagittarius*.
  • Leo: Where in the hell is Libra?!
  • Aries: Probably running late, as always. *Sighs and looks for Pisces*
  • Leo: *Grumbles and stops off to the corner*
  • Scorpio: *Looks confused as Leo stomps by and sighs, frustrated.*
  • Cancer: Uhm.. Aries... here *hands a bright over-decorated bag.*
  • Aries: Oh, thanks. *Glares at the annoying bells on the bag*.
  • Cancer: Who got me....?*Wanders around looking*
  • Sagittarius: Oh! Taurus, you were looking for me?
  • Taurus: Yeah, I was your secret Santa! *Hands bag*
  • Sagittarius: Thanks! Hey, do you have any clue where Leo is?
  • Taurus: *Stands on tip toes and points over to Leo*
  • Leo: Did someone say my name?
  • Sagittarius: Yeah, here Leo. *Hands a red paper bag*.
  • Leo: Oh, thanks I guess. *Stops off grumpily again, looking for Libra*.
  • Capricorn: *Looks around aimlessly, holding a small gift*
  • Virgo: Taurus! Here you go! *Hands a neatly wrapped package*
  • Taurus: Oh thanks! *Shakes the box lightly* I wonder what it is...
  • Virgo: Don't open it yet, wait till everyone gets their gifts!
  • Taurus: Yeah, yeah, I know.
  • Virgo: *Looks around* Wh-
  • Capricorn: .... Where's Libra, Aquarius, Gemini and Pisces?
  • Virgo: *Glares at Capricorn*.
  • ***Meanwhile...***
  • Libra: Oh crap, ohhh crapppp..
  • Gemini: Can't you drive any faster?!
  • Aquarius: *Silently having an anxiety attack about being late* Uh-
  • Libra: Shut it, Gemini! I'm trying!
  • Aquarius: *Doesn't finish sentence and pulls legs up to chest in the car*.
  • **Back at the party...***
  • Scorpio: I'm supposed to be giving this to Gemini, but I can't find them anywhere! *Half shouts*.
  • Leo: Would you shut up Scorpio, I can't find Libra either!!
  • Capricorn: *Mumbles under breath* I can't find Aquarius..
  • Aries: I'm supposed to give this god damn thing to Pisces, and they aren't here either, so all of you can shut the hell up!
  • Virgo: *On the verge of tears because all of their plans are messed up*.
  • Scorpio: Okay, okay let's just calm down. Look at poor Virgo, having a panic attack.
  • Leo, Capricorn & Aries: *All sigh*.
  • Libra, Gemini & Aquarius: *All rush in, falling on one another*.
  • Pisces: *Lazily follows in, and stops to stare down at everyone.* Why are you guys all on the floor? *Yawns*
  • Libra, Gemini & Aquarius: *All glare at Pisces*.
  • Sagittarius: Never mind that, everyone hurry up and finish the gift exchange so we can all open our gifts!
  • Aries: Pisces... were you sleeping?!
  • Pisces: It was a long night.... where's Cancer?
  • Cancer: Over here!
  • Pisces: *Holds up a plain envelope lazily* Merry Christmas.
  • Cancer: ... Thanks?
  • Aries: Take your damn present Pisces.
  • Pisces: Oh, okay then.
  • Scorpio: Gemini! Get your ass over here and take this gift before I change my mind!
  • Gemini: Your my secret Santa? Weird, I'm yours too..
  • Virgo: Whoops, I must of messed that up when assigning roles...
  • Scorpio & Gemini: *Both sigh and exchange gifts*.
  • Leo: *Throws gift at Libra* Next time, don't come late!
  • Libra: Merry Christmas to you too! Oh, hey, Capricorn!
  • Capricorn: ???
  • Libra: *Hands present* Here ya' go.
  • Capricorn: Oh, thank you! And Aquarius, here you go.
  • Aquarius: Thanks Capricorn!
  • Virgo: *coughs*....
  • Aquarius: Oh, here, for you Virgo!
  • Virgo: *Finally...* Thanks! Now, let the gift opening begin!
  • .....
  • .....
  • .....
  • Krampus: Merry Christmas >:)
  • Everyone: *Shrieks*
EXO TALKS
  • SUHO: Okay guys I think we should discuss Tao and his album
  • D.O: Yeah, it's great isn't it?
  • CHEN: It really is, I've been playing One heart on repeat for an hour now
  • SUHO: But I thou...
  • CHANYEOL: W-WAIT A MINUTE HOLD UP
  • SUHO: What? what did I do?
  • CHEN: It's one of the lyrics to his songs, Suho have you not heard the tracks yet?
  • SUHO: Well no, not yet because I thou....
  • LAY: HAVE YOU GUYS HEARD TAO'S ALBUM?!
  • *Starts playing the music*
  • SUHO: No, not yet because I...
  • *Kai walks in and starts body rolling*
  • CHANYEOL: D.O, do you wanna stop staring?
  • D.O: I didn't see you stop staring at Baekhyuns not so nutella abs last night
  • BAEKHYUN: Did someone mention me and my abs?
  • SUHO: LOOK GUYS, I just thought that you would all be sad due to..
  • XIUMIN: Everyone, Sehun is sulking and I can't get him to speak to anyone
  • KAI: Well that makes a change
  • CHANYEOL: What's wrong with him?
  • XIUMIN: He is upset because he thinks Tao copied him
  • SUHO: Why would he think tha..."
  • *Music plays*
  • "T.A.O"
  • SUHO: For the love of god