a bit too loud and too long

anonymous asked:

Bahorel and R may or may not have bought a minibus for Les Amis while they were drunk and Enj is pissed because MORE IMPORTANT THIMGS TO WORRY ABOUT

It’s not just any minibus. It’s one of those 70s hippie-period minibus, with big flowers on it, gaudy colours, bead curtains everywhere, cushions, the whole package.

Needless to say, Jehan fell in love with it the moment they set eye on that beauty. Enjolras, on the other hand, was less than convinced.

“A minibus? You bought a MINIBUS?”

“Well we acquired a minibus.”

“What does that-No. You know what, I don’t even want to know.”

Bahorel vaguely defended the idea of using it for rally purposes, while Grantaire mainly talked about using it as a hangout spot. Technically, the minibus is Bahorel and Grantaire’s possession, Enjolras has nothing to say about it. He just dislikes impulsive purchases.

That is until they used it to go to a music festival, a few weeks later. Enjolras found Grantaire at the back of the minibus after a concert, lazily brushing the chords of his guitar.

“Hey. What are you doing here? I thought you’d be with the others.”

“Needed some time alone. You?”

“I get a bit overwhelmed when it’s too loud for too long.”

Grantaire quirked an eyebrow.

“You lead protests. You’re the one wih the megaphone. Doesn’t that count as too loud for too long?”

“It’s not the same thing.”

Enjolras sat next to Grantaire on the cushions. The fairylights set up by Jehan and Cosette made stars in Grantaire’s eyes. Though his butt was comfortable, Enjolras couldn’t quite forget the bite of the metal frame against his back.

“What are you playing?”

“Wonderwall,” Grantaire replied without missing a bit.

Enjolras rolled his eyes.

“Come on, really. What are you playing?”

“Nothing. Nothing good. Something I’ve tried to piece together for a while, but it always sounds off.”

Enjolras smiled encouragingly. “If you play it to me, I could tell you if it’s off or not.”

One thing leading to another, they ended up talking all night and fell asleep at the back of the minibus. They were woken up a few hours later by whistles and snickers, when Bahorel opened the truck of the minibus. They were snuggled against each other, limbs tangled.

Enjolras never spoke ill of the minibus ever again.

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anonymous asked:

How does Harry wank?

why do you do this to me? i try my hardest not to think about this or that he could very well be doing it right now….or now….or now…or in five minutes from now…or in an hour…goodbye. BUT i think it depends on the situation. For example, him wanking when he’s in a rush is not going to be the same way he does when he’s just woken up on a lazy Sunday. So, him pulling his hand over his hard length is going to look a lot more desperate when he’s in a rush. When he just needs it, that release, now and right then. So I don’t think he’ll spend much time teasing himself, edging himself then. He’s probably just thinking about getting there and cleaning up as fast as he can. Those are the times when something has gotten to him, where he’s desperate and that’s all he’s thinking about…and he got hard…and he needs to get it down…maybe he thought something…saw something…so he’s just tugging on himself roughly and rapidly. But when he’s got a little more time I assume he takes his time, tortures himself a bit. So when he wakes up hard he’d tease himself, run his thumb over his tip, traces the veins that wrap around his length, strokes himself slowly but he won’t let himself get there, get too close. Even if he really wants to. I think he’s really good at the denied gratification thing, about holding off…denying orgasms for himself (and probably whoever he’s with.) So then he’d go about his day, get out of bed, tug on himself a little in the shower maybe and then he’d get dressed and go about his day…hard….and he sort of just goes about things normally and then when he’s decided that he’s had enough he properly tugs on himself, alternates between slow and rough strokes, probably with his rings still on but maybe i’m just making that up. he probably spreads that bit of precum that dribbles at the top over his now much redder head, thumbs over the very sensitive slit of him too, doesn’t neglect his balls either. and he wants it now, needs it. he’s bucking his hips hard into his hand, tightening his hand around himself…But he’s still teasing himself, getting himself really close, to where he can feel it in his tummy, the blood pumping to his groin, his toes curling, his neck stretching back but he stops, goes slow again. His room is probably filled with fucking filthy wet sounds from tugging on himself that good…those insanely pretty and big hands around his thick and throbbing cock…He’s probably thinking the filthiest fucking things…saying them too….And he’s by now and even before then, letting out helpless groans, grunts, whimpers…the whole nine and he’s loud….but he’s doing this all to himself isn’t he…maybe he stops at that point all together, goes downstairs to answer emails, watches a film all while he’s rock hard…properly dripping and leaking too. he’s got some willpower on him, really fucking disciplined. But when he does come…he knows why he’s held off for so long and the sight is probably art…like award winning….he comes…comes hard while he curses loudly…maybe so hard it stuns himself a bit too…spurts all over his hand (and the rings he’ll have to wash off), his stomach right where the ferns are and up to the moth…those tattoos have seen a lot haven’t they….and then he’s just panting, his forehead damp, his hair matted to it a bit, a proper mess drips down his body and he’s nearly shaking still. and when he’s got his head back on, thinking clearly again and his body has settled he gets to cleaning up….xxx

Cupcake Sandwiches - -  Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones

Bughead fic - post episode 1x07

In which Betty and Jughead spend some time together, now that they are neighbors. Includes fluff, a bit of smut, you guessed it, cupcakes…happiness, and very heavy petting. These two are very passionate about each other in this story. Non-Ace Juggie. If you don’t like that, please don’t read. Cheers, lovers! <3

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anonymous asked:

What would the akatsuki members want to do on a first date?


  • Deidara would be cool with pretty much anything, but preferably somewhere public so everyone can see him and his significant other together (he’d want to show them off).
  • If him and his date were to go see a movie it would have to be one with a lot of action and explosions otherwise he’d get bored and start complaining about how it’s absurd that movie making of all things is considered an “art form”.
  • Alternatively, if they were to take a walk through a park somewhere together there’s a high chance he’d want to make a good first impression by showing off his explosive talents in an attempt to wow his date.
  • Starts with him denoting a few small clay creatures.
  • Ends with seven injured passers-by, a lot of damage done to the local foliage and one very unimpressed park attendant.


  • A first date with Hidan would begin with an attempt from him to persuade his date into preforming a sacrifice to Jashin with him, once that idea is debunked however he’d settle for anything providing it doesn’t fall under his definition of “boring”.
  • Unfortunately Hidan’s idea of “boring” covers a wide majority of things 
  • He might enjoy going to a concert with his date, as long as it’s a genre of music that allows him to scream as loudly as he wishes.
  • Any location that is okay with a weird grey-haired immortal raising his voice to complain about something or preach the word of a religion no one’s heard of before every ten minutes and isn’t “boring” by said weird grey-haired immortal’s standards is an instant go to for any date with him.


  • Kakuzu isn’t about to splash out on someone he’s only just now going on a first date with.
  • It’s very likely him and his date will end up doing something rather cheap such as just going on a walk together or to an eating/drinking establishment somewhere that won’t make a hole in his wallet.
  • Him and his date are also very likely to engage in a long conversation at some point in this first date as Kakuzu would want to get a good sense of whether or not this person is worth his time.
  • Should his date annoy him in any way at all he’s gone, and he’s leaving them to pay for any bill he may have left.

Itachi Uchiha

  • Itachi is likely to take his partner to a small, peaceful café somewhere on their first date and he’d insist on paying for everything his date orders.
  • Regardless as to how his date behaves he would be very calm and relaxed throughout the event, he’d listen (with genuine interest) to them talk for hours about whatever they want and would make mental notes of everything.
  • He’s also likely to walk his date home, prolonging their date a little bit more.
  • Alternatively, a first date with Itachi may mean a home cooked meal courtesy of the man in question, whatever they end up doing Itachi will probably find some enjoyment in it, so long as it’s not something too extreme or in a location too loud.


  • Konan probably wouldn’t have a preferred place to go or thing to do, she’d be content so long as the person she’s with is happy.
  • Preferably not somewhere too loud or obnoxious though, maybe to a restaurant or to see a romance movie of some sort.
  • If her and her date were to go to a fancy restaurant or establishment of the like she’d wear her best attire.
  • Regardless as to what her partner does Konan will approach their date together with a calm, friendly attitude, she’ll just want to have an enjoyable time with her date and in turn, want her date to have an enjoyable time with her.


  • Sasori would probably wish to do two things on a first date:
  • The first being taking his date to an art gallery, should they encourage his passion then he’ll talk none stop about which art pieces he finds truly beautiful and which he thinks are complete trash. He’ll make his opinions very clear.
  • The second being finding a place where he and his date can simply talk for a while, communication and gauging what his partner is truly like would be key for him.
  • Sasori would make sure his date was completely aware of his feelings towards them from the get go, if he does want a serious relationship with them he’ll want to get on with it and if he doesn’t he won’t want to waste either of their time.

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No Happy Endings | Wonho [M]

Originally posted by wonhontology

Warnings: Strong language, implied sexual activities (nondescriptive smut)

word count: 2,335


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Part 3: Bullshit, bullshit, and.. oh look, more bullshit.

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[ Imagine #22 ] Thunderstorms ~ Newt

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Pairing: Newt x reader

Word count: 2000 words

Request: Can I please get one where NewtxReader are at the Right Arm and one of the girls flirts with Newt. Him and reader get into an argument that Newt sleeps in a different tent. There’s a thunderstorm, reader hates thunderstorms. So she goes to the tent where Newt is at. There’s one that literally scares Newt wake and he sees her trying to shield herself. He cuddles her and they both apologize? Please just loads of fluff please? Sorry if I doesn’t make sense.

Tthanks for the request and i hope this is what you wanted ^^



I sat on a rock a bit secludedly the camp of the right arm, staring in the distance. Since we escaped WICKED three days ago, i had a lot to think about.

I had barely spoke to my boyfriend Newt, he was either with Thomas  to discuss plans against WICKED, or with his long lost and now found sister Sonya and her friends.

Don’t get me wrong, i couldn’t be more happier for Newt that he finally found his sister, but i missed him. I  missed the time in the glade, when it had been only the two of us, i missed talking to him and i especially missed sleeping next to him.

Back in the glade we slept together in my room, and now i wasn’t really used to sleep alone and without him. We still shared a tent, but he woke up long before me and in the evenings he stayed up late, so that i usually was long asleep before he layed down next to me.

“He, Y/N! Come down for dinner!”

This was Thomas, and because he obviously was to lazy to just climb up to me, he yelled so loud that probably the whole camp had heard him and i got up and slowly walked down to get my dinner.

I sat down next to Thomas and Minho, Newt was nowhere to be seen. I wasn’t really hungry, so i just shoved my food from one side of the plate to the other, withoutpaying attention to my surroundings.

“I’m surprised at how calm you are, Y/N” i heard Minho say and i looked up and tilted my head.

“What do you mean? Why shouldn’t i be calm?”

He shrugged and pointed over his shoulder while he stuffed his face with food.  "Maybe because this girl over there flirts with you boyfriend? I don’t know, just a question.“

I followed his finger with my gaze and saw Newt sitting at a table right next to his sister. On is other side i spotted another girl. I couldn’t see her face since they sat with their back to us, but what i could clearly see was that she sat way too close to him. Way too close. She had a hand on his shoulder and pressed her whole side at his while she talked animatedly to him. Also she laughed a tad too loud and much and  sometimes casually twirled a strand of her hair with her finger.

And the worst thing: Newt didn’t seemed to be bothered a bit by her attitude and much rather enjoyed it and laughed a long with her.

This picture filled me with nausea and i shoved my plate away and stood up apruptly.

“I’m not hungry anymore. I’ll go to bed”, i said flatly and quickly walked away.

Thomas P.O.V

Thomas shoved Minho, who almost choked with his mouth full of bread.

“Was this really necessary, Minho? She was fine until you had to make your idiotic comment.”

The black haired boy shrugged . “I just pointed it out. I thought she knew!”

“Whatever. I go talk to her and look if she’s ok.”

With this words Thomas stood up and left Minho with his food, not without throwing a thouthful glance over to Newt. He didn’t understand why he acted like this, because he knew that his friend truly loved Y/N, and it was obvious that he was hurting her with his behavior.

Thomas found Y/N sitting on her usual spot, the rock a bit seperated from the camp, carefully approached her and laid his hand on her slightly  shaking shoulder, which made her turning around to him.

When she recognized him, she immediately tried to wipe the tears from her face, but he softly pushed her hands down and pulled her into a hug. She tensed up, but then started crying and buried her face in her best friend’s shoulder. He held her until she calmed down and then asked concerned: “Are you ok, Y/N?”

She shook her head and asked with a shaky voice: “Do you think he’s cheating on me, Tommy? Am i not good enough for him?”

“No, Y/N, stop thinking like this. Newt loves you and sure as hell isn’t cheating on you. Just talk to him and it’ll be fine. I think he doesn’t even know how much he is hurting you right know. But i promise, it’ll be fine.”


After my little break down after dinner i sat in Newt’s and my shared tent, waiting for him. This time i wouldn’t be asleep, i wanted to talk to him.

After i almost fell asleepa few times, i finally heard someone approaching the tent; and then Newt carefully opened it and came in. His surprise was obvious, when he realized i was not sleeping.

“Hey, Y/N. Why are you still awake? I told you you don’t have towait for me.”

He laid down next to me and attempted to kiss me, but i turned my head so that he kissed my cheek instead of my lips.

“I want to talk to you, Newt.” I hated how little and vulnerable my voice sounded.

“Is everything alright, love?”, he asked somewhat concerned.

I felt warm spreading in my stomach when he called me ‘love’, but then i remembered what i had planned to do.

“Are you cheating on me, Newt?”, i confronted him, and it sounded harsher than i wanted it to.

He seemed taken aback by my question,and quickly shook his head. “What wouldmakeyou think that? I would never cheat on you! I love you!”

“Really? Because it doesn’t seem like it. For me it looks like you really enjoyed this girl’s presence at the dinner, didn’t mind her flirting with you, in the evening you never come back before i’m asleep and in the mornings you leave before i wake up. I can count on the fingers of my hand how many times we talked since we arrived here, and i’m sick of it! If you don’t want me anymore, just say it, but don’t let me suffer like this!” With every word my voice had raised and the last ones i had screamed at him with tears brimming in my eyes.

Newt stared at me in disbelief and when he spoke, his voice was dangerously low. “And because of that you think i’m cheating on you?! We didn’t talked because you were never by my side, and this girl - she actually supported me in the last few days unlike you, my bloody girlfriend! Because you, my girlfriend, were busy talking to her oh so best friend Thomas the whole day. Don’t think i didn’t saw you two on this rock, all cuddly and doing who knows what! Do you want to know what i think? I think that you cheat on me with Thomas!”

Now he screamed too, fist balled at his side and i had to admit, he scared me, because he had never before screamed at me.

He angrily took his blanket and stood up. “I’m leaving. Goodbye.”

I looked after him, speechless, and then fell back and my blanket with tears rolling down my face.

What had i done?

Now my boyfriend, the only person i truly loved, hated me and thought i would cheat on him with his best friend.

It felt like he had ripped my heart out and left a hole in my chest wtih his words.

I was completely shattered.

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I had cried myself to sleep after a while without Newt coming back, but i woke up when i heard loud thunder.

There was literally nothing that scared me more than thunder and lightning since we all barely survived this storm in the scorch. I desperately felt for Newt with my hands, as always when i was scared at night, but he wasn’t there.

I remembered our fight and almost started sobbing when i heard another thunder, this time louder.

I clutched my blanket in my hands hard so that my knuckles turned white, while i started shivering and breathing faster.

I could feel that i was getting a panic attack, and when my heart nearly stopped when i heard the thunder again, i decided to search for Newt.

In this moment i didn’t care anymore that we had had the worst fight in our relationship last evening, and that he probably hated me and thought i would be cheating on him, i just wanted to lay down next to him cuddled up in his arms so that the storm wouldn’t hurt me.

I stood up and left the tent, the blanket still tightly pressed against my chest and turned around, frantically thinking where he could be.

I then stumbled over to Thomas tent, and when i opened it, i saw Newt peacefully sleeping under his blanket, his blonde hair tousled, while Thomas was nowhere to be seen.

I just decided to lay down next to him, as close to him as possible without waking him up, when it thundered again, the loudest thunder i had ever heard in my life. I let out a shriek and raised the blanket about my head, trying to shield myself.

Then i suddenly felt a warm hand and my upper arm, and Newt softly pulled me down to him.

“Are you scared, love?”, he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

I nodded, sobbing and he laid his arm around my waist and pulled me close to his warm chest, where i buried my head in his shoulder.

After a few moments, Newt spoke up.

“Y/N…i’m sorry. I’m sorry that i yelled at you and i shouldn’t have said the things i said. I would never cheat on you. I’m so sorry, i love so much, i couldn’t live without you.”

I raised my head, our noses almost touching and wispered: “No Newt, i’m sorry. I was just jealous and didn’t think straight. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I love you too. ”

Newt sighed in relief and pressed a soft kiss on my forehead.

“You don’t have to be jealous, Y/N. You’re so bloody beautiful, inside and out and i didn’t know what i would do without you and how i even deserved and angel like you, and i could never leave you, because no girl in this universe is nearly as perfect as you.”

I almost started crying again when i heard his words. I had never heard something more sweet and perfect in my whole life.

“Thank you Newt, and you should know that i could never leave you, i love you more than anything else in this universe and i’m so lucky to have you. And i didn’t cuddle with Thomas. He just comforted me after i saw you with this girl.”

“I know, Y/N. He already told me, i guess i was just overreacting and jealous of seeing my best friend so close with my girlfriend. I’m so sorry. I love you.”

I kissed him softly on the lips and then cuddled into his arms, not bothered by the loud thunder anymore.

Pukwudgie? But what does heart mean?

Closing your eyes to hear the rain, a song on repeat on a on just because, hugs just a little bit too long, ‘your hair smells nice today’, shouting when angry, running the last few meters before arriving to your destination, knowing when strike to hurt someone, sticking your whole arm out of the window of a moving car, laughing too loud, crying because a book character is suffering, hearing music and automatically start to dance, racing to take the first sit, taking your friends by the hand to make them do what you want, sticking your tongue out and drinking directly from the rain, being so angry that you lash out at everyone and everything, jumping out of your skin when scared, getting personally offended, singing at the top of your lungs with a crowd in a concert, feeling your eyes watering in anger, taking pranks way too far, being dramatic when telling a story, ‘Damn you are no fun’, water so hot you skin steams after you shower, looking up at the sky when it thunders, throwing your hands up in the air in roller-coasters, getting excited when you see your footprints in the otherwise untouched white snow, being mean to someone who has done nothing wrong because you want to, being the first one to dance in the club, going to the front of a boat and opening your arms screaming that you are the king of the world, showing memes to irl friends even though you know they won’t get it, suddenly feeling afraid of what might be underneath you when swimming in the sea, putting too much acid in your words, your sides hurting from laughter, crying in the shower where no one can see you, following your instinct, feeling sick satisfaction, deep conversations at 3 am, staring at a painting for longer than usual, going to someone’s home and touching everything, exchanging meaningful looks with your friends when someone says something stupid, moving your hands when you talk, feeling numb when hurt and then boil for revenge, hating love, having bags under your eyes because last night the book was just reaching the best part, cursing at a movie, using too many emojis, liking your fingertips after eating, telling scary stories so good you end up scaring yourself, falling in love, having to stop reading mid-sentece because you need a moment to process all the feels you are getting, being rude because you don’t have time for this, been heart broken, cursing like a sailor, not caring about what other people might think, the wind hitting your body as the motorbike flies over the road, obvious sarcasm, performing in the shower, hating too strongly, headphones too loud, acting the guitar solo, pushing other people to get a better look, knowing what someone is gonna say before they say it, sticking your tongue out to someone as an answer, way in anything and everything, not awkward silences, smelling flowers at midnight, raising your eyebrow, holding grudges and having your emotions in tune with your life.

“Try Me” (M)


Member: Sehun from EXO

Genre: Smut (M), A little bit of angst

A/N: This is a scenario i had in mind for awhile and it’s inspired from the fic Talk Now by my favorite scenario blog @noonatrash so be sure to check them out they’re awesome!

Summary: You and Sehun have a strictly sexual booty call relationship and Sehun makes you submit to him a little too easily.

It’s been 2 weeks since you last spoke to Sehun. It felt good. It felt different. You’ve had some time to reflect on the way you handled things. “Never again” you mumbled to yourself, disgusted at your own behavior.  He made you feel so numb, to everything. He made you feel good but also so mad and you didn’t know how to handle a guy like him but you were hooked and there was nothing you could have done about it.

You were sitting at home on your bed, dim lights and the silence of the night coming through your window. Your phone screen lit up showing an unfamiliar phone number. You crooked your face to the side presenting a confused expression. “Who the fuck is calling me at 2 am? This better not be Chanyeol on about how I drank all his bubble tea again”. You decided to answer the call, already ready with an excuse for drinking 3 cups of bubble tea. You picked up the phone and waited for the other side to start talking but only silence draped the other line.

“I need you.” A familiar voice appeared as your eyes widened. “You have to be kidding me” you thought to yourself, letting out a scoff. “Don’t you have some other poor girl to booty call Sehun?” he was surprised at your sudden response. “Yes. But none of them are you.” He let out a breathy response. “Sehun, I thought I made myself clear last time we saw each other….” There was a short silence, “You mean when I fucked you to submission and you screamed my name all over my apartment?” he said smugly. “Sehun we’re over.” You announced once again before you quickly hung up.

Sehun hasn’t left your mind the entire week after he called you again. Why did he think you would act this stupid again? He really doesn’t know anything about you, you thought to yourself.  Sitting on your couch and drinking another bubble tea cup you stole from Chanyeol’s apartment.  It was another Friday night that you didn’t have a date to. The only company you had was the chocolate bubbles and the 5th season of Friends. You weren’t even bothered to wear pants, you were wearing your black revealing lace panties and a long V neck shirt that was a bit transparent but you couldn’t care less.

Your drink long gone and already on season 6 when you heard a loud knock on your door. You glanced at the clock, “2:30 AM” you scoffed to yourself. “If it’s who I think it is, then I might as well have fun with it.” You mumbled to yourself as you got up to open the door.  Swinging the door to an all too familiar face, you flashed your fake smile at the tall broad shouldered man. “What are you doing here Sehun?” you let out a laugh but he didn’t look too amused. 

“Why don’t you answer my calls anymore?” you remembered you blocked his number last week and didn’t even get those calls in the first place. “Sorry I’ve been busy” you put out an overly fake frown and crooked your head to the side. He pushed you aside and let himself in. he walked up to your couch and wrapped his arms above his chest, leaning against the side of your couch. “Busy? I see….” He laughed. “I’m sure watching Friends in your underwear is real tiring.” He crooked his head at you. “It sure is more fun than sucking your dick” you let out. He scoffed at your statement, “Playing hard to get are we?” 

you took one step closer to him sporting an all serious confused look on your face. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought your lips inches away from his, slightly touching. “Is there something in the words “We are over.” That you do not understand Oh Sehun?” you looked straight into his eyes. He leaned closer a bit and grabbing your waist to bring you to a kiss right before you pulled away and waved your finger at him. 

“Ahah if you wanna touch my lips again then it’s gonna cost you way more than just touching my waist Oh Sehun.” You smirked at him. He let out an impressed giggle before grabbing you by your waist and lifting you on his shoulder, one hand on your ass. He walked over to the dining table across the room and dropped you on the glass table, throwing the candle stands you had on the floor and sliding you further. He spread your legs apart with one brief action before standing still between your legs. “fine.” He said, looking at your underwear.

He grabbed your underwear and roughly tore them apart, letting out a growl. Grabbing your hips, he slid you closer to his body and it only took 2 seconds before you could feel his tongue on your clit. He didn’t go easy at all. He flicked his tongue on your clit, teasing at first but giving in faster than you. He attached his lips on your heat and sucked on your clit while swirling circles around it. He bit it slightly, earning a loud moan from you as you arched your back and grabbed his hair. You could feel his smirk against your opening right before he licked it and entered his 3 fingers in. pumping hard back and forth until you finally graced him with another moan, trying to hold in to not let him enjoy himself too much. He crawled all the 3 and hit that spot in you he knew all too well. 

Another moan took you by surprise; you closed your eyes and shouted “FUCK” at the top of your lungs, encouraging him to continue. But it wasn’t a surprise to you when you felt emptiness again. He pulled his fingers out and stood still in front of your burning heat again. “Get up.” He said, panting. You sat up on the table and shot him a look, not doing as he said. You saw him flick his tongue and move his head from side to side slightly impressed from your persistence.

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you to his body. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking at his now hard cock. “See something you like?” he smirked at you. “Yeah” you said, he smirked again. “My lonely bubble tea that I didn’t get to finish” you giggled. His smirked dropped at your sound and his grip on your thighs hardened. He grabbed your waist and slid his lower body between your legs, expecting you to wrap your legs around his waist again like always, but at his surprise you didn’t. Instead you swung your legs in the air, shooting him an innocent puppy eyed look in your eyes. You knew exactly how to play him. 

Approaching your lips, intending to kiss you roughly, you turned your head away and blocked him with your hand. “It’s a shame you think that little tongue game of yours is enough for me” you laughed in his furious face. “My bad” he let out and pulled his jeans down, shoving his entire length in you in one sharp go. An instinct made you grab his shoulder with your fingers, leaving white marks all over it from the sudden pain.  He began to move his hips against yours, grabbing your thigh with one hand and his other hand busy on your clit again. His thrusts were rough and desperate almost like he was aching for you. His dick thirsty for you those past 3 weeks.  

Dropping his head back and moaning your name, the grip on your thigh marking blue marks all over. You could feel his hand giving up on your clit until you finally felt that spot you liked so much. Stars in your eyes and a ball of warmth in your stomach, you came breathing out a warm moan against his ear. He came too and made sure that you knew what name came out of his lips.

Avoiding his lips once more, you got up from his embrace and headed straight to the shower. He leaned his hands against your dining room table, panting and shaking his head at your actions. A dark thought dawned his mind and he was not ready to give up just yet. Not until he got to taste your lips.

You got into the shower, facing the wall and striking a smile at your actions. Before you could turn on the water, you felt a hand on yours. Turning on the cold water, it hit your back and you hissed at the sudden sensation. Before you could notice, you were pinned against the wall face on. His lips reached your ear and hands gracing your curves until they got to your hips, gripping them tightly, tighter than his earlier grip on your thighs. His cock stroked your entrance and without any words he entered you again. He pinned both your arms against the wet wall and bit your neck, drawing hickies all over it. 

His thrusts were even worse this time. He was really desperate and you could feel your walls responding. You let yourself let loose and you let your head drop back on the crook of his neck. He looked at you once before he sped his hips and went even deeper in. working on your G spot with a couple hits and your entire body gave in against the wall. He let his cock enjoy your orgasm a little longer before you felt his warm cum on your back, being washed away by the cold stream from the shower head.

Sehun turned you around to face him, pinning your back against the wall. He kept his gaze on your lips, not letting anything else distract him. “What’s the cost?” he asked seriously. “This thing” you pointed your finger between the both of you. “Is on my terms now.” You said, keeping your gaze on his lips too. Your eyelids closed as you felt the touch of his lips against yours. Kissing you passionately, his lips cold and wet from the water and drops falling from his chin, he gave into you.

Revealed Kink**



It had been 2 days since Y/N had revealed her secret kink to Joe. It was on accident of course, a heat makeout session between the two left Y/N’s head cloudy and it just slipped out. Neither of them said a word after it happened, Joe simply pulled away and cocked his head to the side in confusion. It was only then when Y/N realized what had happened, what she had revealed. 

Y/N and Joe had a weird relationship. They were friends way before either of them even thought about the idea of love but as the years went on, feelings for each other grew which made their friendship even more complicated. Finally after testing the waters for a few years, they finally made it official and had been going strong for almost 2 years. 

In the time where Y/N’s feelings for Joe grew, she had also been experimenting and learning about things, kinks if you will. She never thought that she would be the type of person to have a daddy kink but low and behold, here she was spilling her a secret very few people knew about.

Joe had brushed it off that night, laughing silently to himself a little and continued their makeout session which lead to other things but Joe couldn’t exactly shake what he had heard. The next morning, a smile creeped onto his face as he turned over to face Y/N in bed. And that was where the teasing began. 

“Will you knock it off.” Y/N said walking into the kitchen, hearing Joe mumble something under his breath when he saw her. 

“I don’t know what you’re on about love” Joe said getting up from the couch and meeting her in the kitchen. 

“Yes you do. Its been 2 days, can’t you just drop it and pretend it didn’t happen?” Y/N frowned slightly at her boyfriend before he pulled her into a hug. 

“Of course not” Joe’s voice understanding at the beginning then quickly was back to his teasing tone. 

Y/N pulled herself away from Joe, rolling her eyes as she went back to preparing dinner. 

“C’mon babe, I think its cute.” Joe said reaching for her again but Y/N ignored him as she stepped further away from him. 

“If you thought it was cute, you’d stop teasing me.” Y/N said simply, her focus on the food she was cutting in front of her. 

“But whats the fun in that?” Joe questioned against the sweet spot on her neck as he moved behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her torso. “I can be your daddy.”

“It sounds weird when you say it,” Y/N said through tight lips as she tried to hold back her laughter. 

“Then you say it” Joe lips were now pressed up against her skin.

“No I’m making dinner.” 

“Dinner can wait love” Joe said moving his hands to Y/N’s, stopping her actions. 

His lips continued to press against her neck trailing across her jawline and to her ear. Y/N’s eyes shut slowly as she leaned back into Joe, his hands bringing hers into her body as he wrapped his arms around her again.

“Just say it love and I’m all yours” Joe said once again against her skin. 

Y/N hesitated slightly before turning around in Joe’s arms, her own coming to wrap themselves around his neck as she placed her lips onto his. Joe’s fingers ran down the length of Y/N’s back, anticipating her next words. 

“Daddy” She whispered softly between kisses. 

In one swift motion Joe had Y/N in his arms and was making his way into the bedroom. He let Y/N down once they both entered the room, their clothes quickly being discarded to the floor without breaking the kiss until it was to pull their shirts over their heads. 

“Bed.” Joe growled after watching Y/N strip out of her underwear.

Y/N sized Joe up for a minute before walking over to the bed as he had asked, Joe was quick to follow. He was eager to see this new side of his girlfriend but was also a bit turned on about her secret kink. 

Y/N sat down slowly on the bed watching as her boyfriend removed his boxers and kicking them to the side. 

“Eager daddy?” She asked innocently, tilting her head to the side, a sly smile making her way across her lips. 

Joe pushed her back against the bed, his hands roaming down her body until they hovered just above her core. He ran a finger through her wet folds causing her to gasp slightly. 

“Oh you like that?” Joe asked looking down at her as he continued to move his fingers. 

Joe slowly slid a finger into Y/N’s core moving it in and out slowly before adding another. Y/N’s hands were gripping the sheets, incoherent moans leaving her lips. 

“Joe” She whined after Joe’s fingers retracted from her. 

“What was that?” Joe said moving his fingers to his mouth. 

“Will you do something?” 

“Will who do something?” Y/N rolled her eyes at Joe who was not patiently waiting. 

“Daddy, fuck me.” She finally said. 

“As you wish love.” 

Joe positioned himself above her, alining himself up with her entrance before slowly pushing into her causing them both to moan out in unison. Once he was fully inside he thrusted his hips slowly before picking the up pace.

“Fuck daddy!” Y/N cried out as she dug her nails into Joe’s back. The pain she was inflicting only made Joe thrust harder and faster as the pain only turned him on. 

“God love,” Joe panted before leaning down to attach his lips to Y/N’s.

Y/N hooked her leg around Joe, pushing him deeper inside of her with her heal as she felt her walls clench around him. 

“Daddy…I’m close” She said removing her lips from Joe’s.

“Me too love” Joe said picking up the pace of his thrusts as he reached a hand down to rub circles against Y/N’s clit. 

Y/N let out a loud moan, her make arching off the bed into Joe’s chest as her orgasm quickly approached. Her walls clenched tightly around Joe, trying to hold on a little while longer until the pressure was too much to handle. 

“Daddy FUCK!” Y/N’s voice shook through the room as she her orgasm took over her body. 

Joe continued to thrust into her until he too felt his orgasm take over, releasing himself inside of her with a loud low moan.

He pulled out of her and rolled himself onto the bed beside her. The two laid in silence for a bit, the sound of heaving breathing filling the air. 

“So, are you going to tell me how long you’ve had this kink for?” Joe finally asked breaking the silence.

“No.” Y/N said lifting herself off the bed. 

“Why not?” Joe asked as he watched her throw her clothes back on, this time putting on his shirt instead of her own.

“We don’t speak of this outside this room got it?” She said pointing a finger at Joe. “ Or so help me I will dump you.” 

Joe threw his hands up in defense, “Alright got it, but does that mean that this will happen more often?”

“Maybe, if you’re good.” Y/N said before leaving the room to finish preparing dinner. 

Tempt Me to Sin

Pairing: Sam x Reader, implied Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,237

Warnings: fingering, sex in a church, dirty talk, language.

Tags: @oriona75 @mrsjohnsmith @mrswhozeewhatsis @deandoesthingstome @msimpala67 @ilostmyshoe-79 @kittenofdoomage @nanfandan @smutalecki @blushingsamgirl @fingersinsamshair @sammysnaughtygirl @samsdirtylittlesecret @itsemmyb @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @littlegreenplasticsoldier @winchesterenthusiast @withoutaplease @winchester-smut @winchester-enthusiast @ruby-loves-supernatural @xastralbeings

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Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Bo Dallas/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Welcome aboard, to another Thirst Party Saturday! This installment is brought to you by three fingers (or so) of delicious honey bourbon, and dedicated to everyone who’s ever had some thoughts about their professors. Tagging the usual suspects, @tox-moxley, @oraclegazes, our steadfast captain @hardcorewwetrash and @jazzytoosweet! Enjoy!

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themindpalaceinthetardis  asked:

I love Bear your soul, and absolute adore how you're writing Yuuri's first relationship and Nakagawa. I'm hoping you can write some Drabble of Yuuri showing Nakagawa around Hasetsu. Taking him sight seeing, his first katsudon, going to ice castle :) I live for their interactions! Thank you :)

Nakagawa bowed, a little surprised at just how small Yuuri’s mother actually was.  It was obvious to him that Yuuri had gotten his round face from his mother but slighter frame from his father even if he had to keep to a strict diet to maintain his weight.  Nakagawa knew it wasn’t fair that he could eat pretty much whatever he wanted and then some and maintain his weight. Sure in the off season he had to work for it harder, but Yuuri had to work all year long, on or off season.

“Yuuri has told me so much about your katsudon, Katsuki-san. I am looking forward to trying it.”

Yuuri’s mother beamed. “Such a nice boy. You swim, yes?”

“I do. I’m hoping that I’ll get to go to London for the Olympics in a couple of years.”

“Good! Swimming uses a lot of energy so I will make you an extra-large portion of Katsudon. Yuuri, Alexei-chan said you could only have a normal portion since Nationals is coming up.

Yuuri nodded, but smiled. Even though he wasn’t getting the full katsudon experience Yuuri didn’t seem to mind. 

“Go put your things up in Yuuri’s room and then try the hot springs!”

Before they could even turn the corner to go up the second flight of stairs there was someone calling Yuuri.


Yuuri’s sister was about his height, but her features were a little sharper like their father’s.

Nakagawa suddenly felt like he was under the spotlight.  Yuuri hadn’t told his family he was dating anyone and yet…

“Hurt my brother and I will hurt you.”

Nakagawa’s eyes went wide and he could only nod. He believed that she could without a doubt.


His sister just looked at him. “Am I wrong? No. I’m just glad that my room is on a different floor.” She glanced at Nakagawa and he felt like he was being appraised. “Not too loud though, you two, or mom will find out and then it’ll be lectures because of school rules. Dad probably won’t care as long as you’re being safe.”

Yuuri shoved a hand over his sister’s mouth. “It’s not like that!” And it really wasn’t. They’d fooled around a bit but…

Yuuri’s sister just laughed. A good hearted and amused laugh that left single child Nakagawa sort of wishing he had an older sister too.


Nakagawa was no stranger to katsudon. His mother never cooked it, but there was a little family diner type place not far from his house and occasionally he’d ordered their katsudon. He usually preferred dons with beef, but it wasn’t like pork was all that bad. Especially when fried. So that was the sort of katsudon that Nakagawa was expecting.

It was not the katsudon that Nakagawa got.

Even though the cutlet was sliced for ease of eating and was covered in sauce, it maintained its crunchiness, and his chopsticks – after breaking through the crust – could easily split the pork slices into even smaller bites. The crunch was perfection and the pork melted in his mouth. And the egg! How did the egg get to be so perfect? It was amazing!  Not to mention the rice. There was some sort of subtle flavor hidden there that kept even such a heavy dish feeling light on his tongue. Yuuri only smiled and refused to give away his mother’s secret.

“I’m coming home with you for katsudon every time you win a medal from now on. So no off podium finishes.”

Yuuri rolled his eyes at him.


Of course his boyfriend would think that the ice rink deserved to be on the same level as a ninja house when it came to touring Hasetsu. So Nakagawa wasn’t even surprised when they went in. He’d met Nishigori and his wife a couple of times (and it really was strange that Yuuri had married friends) but didn’t know a lot about them, so he was a little surprised to see them standing behind the counter talking.

“Nishigori’s parents own the rink.”

“Yuu-kun, you’re here! And you really did bring him.  Takeshi’s parents closed the rink for the afternoon so the ice is all yours for as long as you want until the hockey team comes at six to practice. Though you know their coach is a fan and would probably let you stay on even longer if you need the practice.”

The rink was smaller than the one Yuuri trained on at the sports plaza.

“How can you run through a routine if the size isn’t the same?”

Yuuri laced up his skates.  They were fairly new since Yuuri had gone up another shoe size. Sleek and black compared to the dull, worn, and clunky looking rental skates that Nakagawa had on.  “You adapt. It’s not easy, but plenty of skaters don’t have Olympic regulation sized rinks to practice on. It’s hard the first few times; you end up expending a lot of energy that you aren’t used to just to fill the space since it’s a requirement that you do. Even at the plaza, I usually only have half the rink, if that. I only get to do a full rink run through maybe once a session?”

Yuuri was just as graceful on the ice as off.  And he even managed to stay graceful while Nakagawa used the excuse of being on skates to cling to him. Nakagawa would never understand the pull of the ice, but even so he could see how happy it made Yuuri.

Tablet writing is weird. sorry for spacing issues. and unedited. Io is editing the next chapter…   

anonymous asked:

How would you go about contacting/interviewing local spirits? Do you go out and meditate until one shows up? Do you communicate with senses or do you use tarot/divination?

I personally use my senses but you can do those other options too!! 

Procedure 1

If I call them to me instead of going to them, my procedure is as follows:

1) Create my protective barrier, put out an offering and call for the spirit I would like to interview. The calling is usually something like “I call to any [spirit name] that would be interested in speaking with me for an interview. In return, I have an offering of [the offering]”. I formulate my words into energy and send that energy out into the energy network of the environment. I make sure the message is weak enough so that it will disperse before it goes too far and so it doesn’t keep going when I’m not ready for a spirit to appear. 

2) I wait to see if anyone shows up. Usually they don’t. Here is where I would use my senses to see if anyone comes. You could also use the meditation or tools but it might be hard to tell if someone arrives if you have a hard time feeling energy. Using pendulum or Ouija might help but I still recommend being able to discern for their presence before doing this. You don’t need to be a master, being at the level of “I can sense a presence. I don’t know what it is but it doesn’t feel threatening” is fine because you can figure out the rest through your tools and meditations. 

3) Next, even though it was in the call, I ask the spirit if they would like to be interviewed just to make sure. I also ask if it is okay to write down and share the interview. Then I conduct the interview. 

4) Once the interview is finished, I bid the spirit farewell, make sure that they’re gone (another reason why being able to sense their presence is important), cleanse the area, take down my barrier, and dispose of the offering.    

Procedure 2

If I meet them where they live, my procedure is as follows:

1)  I set out an offering and say “Yo anyone want this?”

2) I use my senses to see if anyone does or if anyone is even around. 

3) If someone comes, I ask them if they would like to stay and chat. They usually say no. But if they say yes, we chat for a bit. Before they leave, I ask them if they would be interested in a formal interview. They usually say no. If they say yes, we either do it right then or we schedule a time to meet up later which usually involves me doing the previous procedure except using the contact information that they give me to call them. 

Though the second one seems more simplistic, the first one is actually safer and easier. Also, you can use the first procedure to meet spirits “at their location” just by tweaking the call’s energy to only go within a short distance. The second is better for casual conversations, like walking past your neighbors and stopping to chat with them. It’s also works best if you are using your psychic senses and not tools. If you want to use the first procedure for causal conversation, just cut out the “interview” part of the call.  

Tips for Procedure 1:

Forming the Call Energy-

Requires a bit of knowledge about energy work and visualization but not too hard. Say the call either in your mind or out loud and visualize your words turning into a condensed form of energy in front of you. Feed enough energy into it so that it will be powerful enough to go the distance you want it to before dispersing and disappearing. This is something you just have to get a feel for but start small at first because you don’t want any condensed, energy lingering out there for too long. Once it’s at the strength that I would like, I send out the energy in all directions. Visualize it as it goes. If you’re not sure if the energy completely dispersed after it’s been out there for a bit, you should recall it. Forming this energy takes a bit of practice to perfect so it’d be best to only send it out as far as the edges of your property at first. 

Feeling a presence- 

Exposure and experience is really what you need. If you have a spirit companion and you can’t yet sense their energy then I would refrain from doing this until you can. Gaining the ability to sense your companion’s presence will help you sense the presence of other spirits. For both those who do and don’t have companions, try to learn how to sense the presence of spirits within your property. Once again, do the call but so it only goes a short distance. First, try to sense if anyone shows up. Then use tools such as pendulum, ouijia, or automatic writing to confirm whether or not you sensed something. The important thing is that the tool you use doesn’t give you an answer even if the spirit wasn’t there (as in, dont use tarot or oracle cards for example). 

The most important thing for spirit work is to PRACTICE. Practice, practice practice! If you’ve never done this level of spirit work before, you will fail. Usually it’ll be your first attempt, then your second, maybe it works on the third, but then it fails on the fourth again. 

It’s 100% foolish to think that you will get everything on the first try and then when you don’t, you think it’s because you’re not made for spirit work and that you can’t do it. YOU CAN DO IT! You just need to try and keep trying. 

When you play a sport for the first time, when you pick up an instrument for the first time, when you practice art for the first time, are you immediately at the level of a professional? No. Because the professionals practiced for years and you’re just starting. And then even those who have practiced for years still fail. 

If you don’t practice anything then you’ll never get good at itEven those who were born with good abilities spend time honing them. 

Don’t make excuses. Don’t give up. Practice.

The other most important thing for spirit work is to believe in yourself. If you’re constantly doubting your abilities of course they’ll keep failing. You cast a spell expecting it to not work, you call a spirit expecting it to not work, what do you think will happen? Now belief won’t make anything and everything come true but believing in your abilities is a hell of a lot more useful than constantly putting yourself down. 

My final tip is: try not to go in with a golden standard. You see how other people interact with spirits and you expect your interactions to be exactly the same. Well guess what? That’s not always gonna happen, especially when you’re just starting out. People experience spirit work in many different ways and if you’re too caught up in what “should” happen then you’ll miss what “is” happening. Keep an open mind. 

That’s probably a lot more than what you were looking for but eh, it’s hard to talk about one thing without needing to call attention to a lot of others. But yeah, those are pretty much my processes in-depth for contacting local spirits.


Yesterday, I saw snow up close for the first time!  I love snow!  I could have run around on it all day, but Mom freaked out about it being too cold for me and made me turn back around.  Moms are such party poopers!  🙄

This video is a bit long, but I promise I am cute through all of it!  Plus, if you turn up the volume, you can not only see, but also hear my snow tracks!  (And Mom’s deafeningly loud and clumsy steps, too.)

paperjam-bipper  asked:

concept: moana getting super sick. nothing fatal, just something REALLY unpleasant to go through. She knows nothing's gonna happen to her, but unfortunate, out-of-practice-for-1000-years maui does *not* and goes into full-blown Panic Mode over her well-being.

Look, an honest effort at fluff! Fun fact: I wrote this when I was actually suffering a migraine. Probably should’ve gone to sleep, but I hadn’t written yet that day, so this is the result of me shamelessly inflicting my own pain on my favorite characters.

Also, in Moana: Island Life, it’s confirmed canon that Moana sometimes forgets to eat her own breakfast because she’s too busy worrying about her own people. Chill, Curly, they’re not gonna die if you drink a coconut or two.

His first clue is a wince. It’s a little thing, just the smallest movement in the corner of his peripheries, and it’s gone when he glances beside him, but he catches it all the same.

“Something on your mind, Curly?”

“Huh?” Moana responds, all of her earlier eloquence gone, and Maui takes that as a no. Makes sense. Even an orator like Moana has to run dry of clever words sometimes, and after her incredible display of diplomatic navigation inside that fale tele he’s not surprised she’s hit her cap.

“Ah, nothing,” he says, waving an airy hand in her direction. “Anyway, now that’s done, whaddya say to a day on the water, huh?”

Moana’s face lights up, all eagerness and anticipation…and then falls. “I can’t,” she replies quietly. “I have stuff to do.”

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Chris Evans Imagine

I was sound asleep. I was having the best dreams ever when it was all over because of a loud ringing of my phone. Seb was calling me and I knew something wasn’t right. Seb and Chris and some other friends had gone out for some drink. And seeing as it was 3.am, Chris was not in bed with me and Seb was calling me, the “small” event had went on a bit too long and i’m guessing a bit too much. As I picked up the phone i could hear loud yells in the background, but luckily those yells weren’t of horror. 

“let me guess. Chris is too drunk to get home?” i said already getting out of the bed and about to get dressed to get that drunk boyfriend of mine.

“Yeah he is, but don’t worry. I know that you are already out of bed and about to put on a jacket to come get him” Seb was right. It’s no wonder he was my best friend “ but i’m about to get in a cab with him and i’ll get him home. I just wanted to call you first” I smiled to myself and walked down to the living room to wait for them. 

Chris usually didn’t get drunk or even go out that much. But since all of them and Chis especially had been working extremity hard, I told him to go out and have fun. They needed it, but I guess for some people it was a bit too much. After 30 minutes i heard them out side. Chris was trying to whisper but since he was drunk it wasn’t a whisper. I opened the door as they came up to it. 

“Just don’t tell her that I love her. I love her to the moon and back but don’t tell her that”  Chris “Whispered” in Sebs ear. He looked up and when Chris noticed me he suddenly was able to stand and even run. He ran up to me and hugged me hard. I could smell the beer on his breath and even his shirt. 

“Nice to see you too Chris” i said trying to push him off of me. Seb reacted fast and pulled him off of me at pushed him in side. “hey. I want to kiss her” Chis yelled as he was pushed inside in the living room. I walked after them and laughed to myself. When Chris was drunk he was even more cute. When I walked in the living room I found Seb standing by the couch and Chris was already out as a light. I stood next to Chris watching him. 

“That man really loves you. He spent all his time talking about you and how amazing you are. You might not want to talk about it or hear it but I’m telling you. One day you too will get married, and it might happen sooner then you or I think.” I kept looking at Chris while Seb hugged, and kissed my head and walked out. I loved Chris and wanted to marry him. He really was someone I could spend rest of my life with. Chris smiled in his sleep and said “ (Y/N)” At least i knew even in his sleep he loved me.