and never got round to it

anonymous asked:

... no offense but why do you suddenly care about French election results? It's not like they've got much pull in North America anymore...

Because I keep an eye on rising populism.  I’ve had an eye on France’s election for a while but never felt the need to say anything until we had the first round numbers.  Until then it was all speculation.

I never commended on The Netherlands and Wilders because I knew he was never going to win at all.

Now, why do I care about rising populism?  Mostly because I’m curious how many losses will it take before the left realizes they’ve gone off the rails, allowing for this populism to happen.

I wait, eagerly, for when the left realizes it fucked up and makes a correction, coming back to the center and leaving behind authoritarianism.  

i rotated and traced the picture of lances family because there was a bunch of talk about his ethnicity and name this morning so here they are. bless our mixed race baby

edit: ok so this found it’s way round tumblr and I realised I had worded this really badly. Personally, I believe Lance is 100% Cuban, with white (latinx) and brown (still Iatinx) family. I never meant to imply that Lance was anything but cuban or latino or that cubans can’t be light and/or dark skinned. I want to apologize to whoever was hurt by this misunderstanding.

However I also got some messages from people of mixed ethnicity that was hurt by other peoples anger at anything other than a “pure blooded” cuban Lance since it felt like their mixed identity was looked down on as less than “a real cuban”, and that is also a valid point. People immigrate and emigrate from and to all places of the world and denying the existence of mixed people/kids are also not a good thing, especially since they’re already exposed to other-ing from their communities in the real world. Though it’s not my own headcanon I think you are free to envision these people however you want.

Peridot puts these on for every excuse she can find.  They’re her official “doing science” goggles.  Lapis got fed up with rounding a corner and finding Peridot at crotch-height with x-ray specs, so she started hiding them.  Peridot just kept showing up with them again the next day.  Lapis hid them in more and more outlandish places.  Peridot kept acting like nothing had happened, and kept showing up wearing the damn goggles.  It was driving Lapis to distraction, until, eventually, she witnessed Peridot forget that her goggles were already on her head, give up on finding them, and sit down to make a new pair on the spot.  She’d never even noticed that Lapis had been stealing them.

it gets easier to talk about but it also gets harder to talk about. i have to unfold things carefully, but the map shows better. here’s the first time i got hit by a parent, here’s the first time i got hit by a partner. they’re around the corner from each other, mirror images or hands holding or two sides of a blade. the look on people’s faces always is the same when they find out. like the words hurt them in the pit of their stomach. i feel bad when it does that; i know what it’s like to be suckerpunched. often i comfort people right after: oh, no, it’s okay, i’m okay now, it’s fine, i’m all in one piece, i got out, i’m a resilience child, i learned kindness, i found inner peace, i meditate twice a day, i do yoga and drink kale shakes and eat as if nobody ever made my teeth bleed. some of these are lies, but that is fine too, because it’s better that people don’t know an ugly truth.

sometimes i forget who in the room knows. i laugh about what happened like a punchline (get it) and people stare at me with mouths open like moons. oh my god, did that really happen to you? i don’t know. sometimes it feels like it happened to someone else, out on a distant planet. sometimes it feels like it never happened at all. sometimes it feels like it’s still happening. how can you laugh at that? and is that true? how do i say “because if i don’t laugh it’s serious” because of course it’s true. for proof: raise your hand a fraction too smooth. watch the shadow pass over my face. watch me curl away. watch me change. like a chameleon girl, i shift my shape. someone who doesn’t know laughs. you’re certainly jumpy. the girl at the table who helped me cover the bruise stares at me, watching my chest, trying to figure out if i’m panicking. he’s confused when quiet are you okay questions touch my skin - only those who know, only those who are watching.

and i smile, because it’s easier to talk about but it’s harder to admit it still effects me. memories should be left in the kingdom of dreams. sometimes i feel like i should be done with it already. i stare at a picture of cartoons that says if you don’t know these, you didn’t have a childhood. i know all but two of them. some of them i watched after it happened. i really liked scooby doo. in the end, the mask comes off and the bad guy is revealed and he goes to jail. in real life, i wait for someone to come take his mask off. it just makes him mean. the blue lights of the law never show up on the green of our lawn. i had a pretty good childhood, i think. it made me interesting, at least. i picked blueberries.

i laugh about it a lot. talk about how it’s funny that if you got abused there’s just, like, a second round of partner abuse, sitting out there, waiting for you. that you’re the most likely to pick an abuser from the crowd - or worse, like beauty and the beast, watch yourself become her. see your rotten hands and think of your father. isn’t that funny! that i can take a hit and i’d rather take a lifetime of them than be the one doing the giving just once. i talk about how you walk in the eclipse of it. that it confuses you when the sun comes out. that when you find someone who won’t hurt you, you still walk on eggshells, waiting for them to hurt you. i say it through a smile, because if you bend yourself the right way, your life looks more like comedy-drama than just plain tragedy. i watch fantastic beasts and where to find them and when the abused child turns out to be beyond saving, i hear myself laugh in a bark. or it was a sob. i can’t tell. it doesn’t matter. in my world, children like me learned about magic early, and how our own actions can turn a man from a gentle person into a savage beast. 

okay, i say, smiling, maybe if you put it that way, yeah, i was abused and it wasn’t funny. but come on. think of the puns! you could say my life was really a hit! now don’t be upset. it’s funny. it’s funny. it’s funny.

anonymous asked:

You have the BEST stories! Can you tell me a bedtime story?

i will tell you a story friends, and probably you will regret asking me to do so, because its not really a very restful story. i….dont really have any of those.


this is the story of how steve and a horse almost gave me a heart attack.
back when i was a kid, cars were a thing that existed but were mostly really really expensive, so horses were still a common sight on the streets of brooklyn. most of these horses were exceedingly large, calm animals; they hauled around big carts of stuff on crowded streets. back then, milk was delivered to your doorstep by a milkman. the milkman who worked our block was mr. davies, and he was this very nice older black gentleman. i mention that he’s black because racism was Very Much A Thing (oh how times have changed). but mr davies always had peppermint candies in his pockets to give to thunderhead, his horse, and he would always give one to stevie and i if he saw us. so stevie loved mr davies, and if anyone was being disrespectful towards him because he was black, stevie would pretty much blow his top. mr davies loved steve for it, of course. but since mr daives didnt want to get steve in trouble, he’d usually whistle me over (if i wasnt already there) to haul steve off before he did something drastic. mr davies was great like that. 

anyway, mr davies was around every morning dropping off milk with thunderhead. thunderhead was this huge dapple grey horse, i think a percheron?? a big draft horse, with hooves about the size of a dinner plate. aside from her size, her name was probably the most intimidating thing about her, because she was the most mild-mannered horse ive ever met. she would let all the little neighborhood kids climb all over her, and mr davies would usually let two or three of us ride on her back down the street. she never really noticed the extra weight. i think that if mr davies ever slept in, thunderhead would go walk his route without him. she loved stevie too–but for very different reasons. steve’s hair apparently looked exactly like hay to her, so she’d wander over and start lipping the top of his head. she never nipped or anything, but steve always got amusingly flaily when she did it, and i always suspected she thought it was funny.

one boiling hot summer morning, steve and i were sitting on the front steps of our building, just wasting time. it was early, but already awfully hot out, so when mr davies rounded the corner, steve decided to go meet him, but i stayed on the steps. it was hot. i didnt wanna move. 

anyway, steve went trotting down the block, said hi to old mrs mckinnon, who was on her way to get groceries, and was about a hundred feet away from mr davies and thunderhead when the wind picked up. it was a very nice refreshingly cool breeze, which picked up some of the debris–old newspapers and leaves and such–hanging around and tossed it across the road. 

now, if you know horses, you know that sometimes they get terrified by utterly ridiculous things. im told many horses nowadays think plastic bags are the minions of evil, and horses back then were much the same. id never seen thunderhead scared before, but i guess a bit of newspaper whipped in front of her and was the spitting image of Pony Satan himself, because her eyes went white around the edges and she took off running. mr davies was around back of the cart, getting milk out, so there was nobody at the reins to stop her. she went tearing down the block, the cart bouncing along behind, like there was a pack of slavering borzoi chasing after. and of course she was headed right at steve and old mrs mckinnon. 

steve, being the brave little idiot he was, didnt run; old mrs mckinnon wouldnt be able to get out of the way in time, so he stood his ground, flung his arms out, and waited to get trampled by a rogue milk cart. all of us there thought we were gonna be scraping tiny blonde guy off the pavement, because thunderhead just kept going. 

but about ten feet away from steve, thunderhead must have recognized him, because she went to a screeching stop. four feet down, all her knees locked, skiddin on the cobblestones. normally, she’d probably have been able to stop in that distance, but she was still harnessed to that heavy milk cart, so instead she plowed right into stevie, chest first. 

he went flying. he mustve gone about six feet through the air, and he hit the ground and just laid there like a sack of really dead potatoes. i thought he must have broken his little toothpick spine. poor thunderhead looked just as scared as i was, because she got her feet back under her and crept up on him like the cart wasnt jangling right behind her. she dropped her nose down and started whuffing and lipping at his hair, and he popped up like a damn weasel. little moron was fine. he nearly gave me and mr davies and old mrs mckinnon and thunderhead all a heart attack, but he was fine. 

and mr davies gave him his whole bag of peppermints, and mrs mckinnon gave him a chocolate, so he didnt even learn to not do stupid shit like that.

But the Comedy Central pilot with the most tantalizing potential might actually be a still-to-be-titled project from comedian, YouTube star, activist, and onetime Nightly Show contributor Franchesca Ramsey, who plans to round up “the most diverse set of comedians on TV” to “heal America through brutal comedy, surprising guests, and breakdowns of the most pressing cultural issues you never knew you cared about.” Given the mixed reaction to the network’s recent decision to name Jordan Klepper—”yet another white guy,” as some detractors of the decision pointed out—as Larry Wilmore’s replacement, and many Daily Show fans’ dashed dreams of Jessica Williams taking over for Jon Stewart, it seems high time that a black woman got her shot at a politi-splainer program on Comedy Central—even if the concept is a little well-worn right now. Assuming the series gets green-lit, this one could make history.

oh my god!!!

Open To Interpretation: Negan x Reader

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

A/N: Ya’ll. I’m so fuckin’ swamped in responsibility. I feel a lil guilty about coming back with something non-Rami but fuck it. Some other things I wanna say: Send me anything. Send me asks. I wanna answer you guys’ questions. Be nosy as hell. Also, I have something you might be interested in coming up after my birthday which is in like 2 weeks. Please feel free to request more Negan stuff, I’m branching out bitches.

Warnings: Inappropriate teacher/student relationship (student is of legal age in the US and UK), smut, the usual. Also, I wrote the character a little more like myself bc I feel like I keep writing the same kind of reader and its getting tedious. Hit my inbox if this is you af. ALSO HIT MY INBOX IF YOU’VE EVER HAD ANY KIND OF TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIP? SPILL THE TEA I’M NOSY.

Word count: 4448  


“Preserving innocent life, orderly living in society, worshipping god, educating children, and reproducing.” His deep, gravelly voice fills the lecture hall. All his students are enraptured, a rare thing for many teachers. He pauses before continuing. “What are the issues with these precepts that Aquinas put forward?”

You bite your lip anxiously. Answering questions in class isn’t an issue for you, in fact your teachers often tell you to give the other students a chance, but your Philosophy and Ethics professor makes you somewhat nervous. Tall, late forties, gorgeous black beard with silver streaks and piercing hazel eyes. The recipe for a crippling medley of anxiety and attraction.

Despite this, impressing him and getting your grade is often the reason you manage to pluck up the courage to respond to his queries, his opinion of you is something you are very conscious of. You glance around the room to see no one has raised their hand. You decide to take one for the team, slowly lifting your arm from the desk.

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anonymous asked:

Why should rescued pigeons and doves not be released back into the wild? And why do they need to be handled in the rescues and humans should imprint on them unlike other birds? I'm writing a paper on rescued pigeons and doves if you're wondering XD

First and formost because they are not wild animals.

They are the children of lost and abandoned domestic pets. Mostly performance breeds like homers, rollers, tumblers, tipplers and sky cutters, with the occasional escaped or abandoned fancy mixed in.

What would your reaction be to a person taking a young dog, after worming it, bringing it back from emaciation or disease, maybe a broken bone or car injury, and releasing it into the wild once they got it healthy?

Would you object?

Why?

Really. List all the reasons. Because I guarantee that all of them except rabies apply to pigeons.

Never seen a healthy stray dog? I can guarantee you that you’ve never seen a healthy stray pigeon either.
The streaked white poo you always see on buildings or sodewalks under pigeon roosts?
Its an indicator of starvation.
Healthy poo is brown, round, and solid with a small white urate.
White poo is pure uric acid, with little to no food matter, whick is why it does the structural damage it does.

The cute poofball pose? They are cold, and most are hunched up in the universal posture of “I don’t feel so good…”
Being malnourished and usually heavily parisitized makes it hard to keep enough muscle mass to thermo regulate.

On mobile, I can’t see the question anymore once I start to answer it, so if I missed anything, I’ll reblog with more detail.

And if you have any other questions, please don’t hesitate to spam my ask box!

One question per ask, though, please.

Hope that helped!

“The obsession, particularly online, with the homoerotic tension between Sherlock and Doctor Watson… The template for us was the Billy Wilder film The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes, which deliberately plays with the idea that Holmes might be gay. We’ve done the same thing, deliberately played with it although it’s absolutely clearly not the case. He’s only a brain, ‘everything else is transport’ to him and John clearly says, “I’m not gay, we’re not together” but the joke is that everyone assumes that in the 21st century that these two blokes living together are a couple– what they wouldn’t’ have assumed in the 19th century. They’d have assumed they were bachelor best friends and now they assume they’re lovers. That’s obviously such fun to play with and the fact that people now assume, in a very positive way, that they’re together is a different joke to it being a negative connotation.”  Mark Gatiss in The Gay Times, February 2012

Hmm, I’m actually not so sure about that. Because I never got this joke (and no, that’s not a generation thing. I’m round about the same age as the show creators). Honestly, to me, two blokes sharing a flat in central London in the 21st century are just two blokes sharing a flat because it’s fucking expensive. I’d never assume anything else.

Even if one of the man was depicted as obviously gay (Girlfriend? Nor really my area. - Boyfriend? I know it’s fine.) - I wouldn’t assume any kind of romatic interest between them. I can’t see a joke there either.

But when their flat sharing gets laden with innuendo? For example, their landlady asking them if they share a bedroom. Another acquaintance taking them for being on a date. Those two blokes gazing at each other as if they were about to eat each other alive. One of the man killing for the other, who, in return, protects him from being prosecuted… Well, then I’d start to assume something’s going on - because it is shown to me and hammered home.

Only, I can’t see a joke there either…

So, what Gatiss described in the above interview wasn’t what happened. They were not just showing us two blokes living together. Because then no one in the 21st century would think of them as a couple. Moffat and Gatiss had to actively insert innuendo for their viewers to catch up on their ‘joke’ in the first place. They encouraged this on many levels: text, acting choices, casting, costume, music, lighting, cinematography.

They actively implemented homoerotic (sub)text in their show - only to lament at the same time that people cought up on it? That some viewers expected something to come out of it. Because, in the 21st century, no one thought it possible that it could just be a lame joke! Because there just is no joke to it.

The viewers took the positive attitude Gatiis desrcibes a step further and expected positive representation from the writers after playing with the inherent homoeroticism of the original stories. The fandom was far more advanced than the show runners, it seems.

And why play with the  homoeroticism it in the first place? I really can’t see where the fun might be in there, apart from cracking some cheap gay jokes that feed an outdated no-homo attitude?

What is there to play with when it’s not an issue anymore? And if it’s still an issue, I’m not sure that making fun of it ist the appropriate approach to it.

I felt very lucky to sing it, and I think it did a lot of the work for me, in a way. It did feel special to shoot. No one had heard the song yet, no one had heard me sing it… Candice had never even heard it [and] she was in tears after the proposal in the rehearsal. It got a round of applause from the crew, which doesn’t happen. It was a special episode for everybody.
—  Grant Gustin on Runnin’ Home to You

i think in our previous lives, we’ve always been in love with each other, estranged and held apart by a thin thread.

you were the king’s son and i was a peasant girl.
i was an aristocrat and you worked in the stables.
i was in love with somebody else.
you were in love with somebody else.
the first time we met, the world must have stopped in its tracks.
because when i first saw you in this lifetime, i felt everything freeze.

we have always loved each other from afar, each lifetime drawing us closer and closer.

the first time, you accepted a flower from me when you were riding through my village. you rode through it often, and one time you stopped, got down from your carriage, and spoke to me. but you were soon married to a princess, just like all princes were.
the second time, you helped me learn how to ride and take care of my horse. sometimes our hands would brush when we groomed him together. you were my confidant. my friend. we never once told each other what we really felt.
the third time, you were my neighbor, my best friend, and one night you kissed me during a game of hide and seek. “i love you,” you’d said to me, and for a second i loved you too. but a few weeks later i started dating somebody else. that summer, you moved away. in that lifetime, i broke your heart.
the fourth time, we had each other, for a while. our families vacationed by the same lake. you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend until you had seen everything i had to offer you. you watched me cry in front of you. your family left the next day. in that lifetime, you broke mine.

our souls knew each other before we did. they found each other from across the room and pulled us together. “it’s you,” they said to one another, “i’m so glad it’s you. maybe we can get it right this time.” and then it began, again.

this time, we could have made it if we had had the strength. the courage. but i was afraid and your heart wasn’t there. eventually, mine wandered too. we drifted, our souls still reaching out for each other even though our hands no longer were.

but this time, we knew.
this time, we told each other.
this time, we fought.
in this lifetime, there wasn’t an issue of who broke who.
in this lifetime, we merely broke each other.

i know it’s heartbreaking to think we never got a real chance.
your sobs ring as loud in my ears now as they did the day we shattered,
and they haunt me.
our time in this life together is over. we lost this round.
but each lifetime, we inch closer and closer.
and in my heart, i hope.
my soul, it longs for you still.
it has picked itself out of the rubble of yet another failure and pieced itself back together.
my soul, it knows.
“i will find you again,” it whispers into the cosmos,
“there are many lifetimes to come.”

from across the world, your soul returns,
“we will get our chance yet.”

—  reincarnate -c.h. // Instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)

This was requested a long long time ago, a little over a year ago to be exact and I never got round to doing, I already let this person down by not completing this request but then I told her I would do another request for her and I still didn’t do it, so I’m very very sorry. But here is this, I hope you all enjoy and I am once again sorry for any requests I have missed, if you sent me a request that I didn’t complete, feel free to send me it once again.


Word count: 2395

Requested: Yes

Warnings: smut (obviously), sex in front of a crowd(just BTS), swear words, sexual content, it’s exactly what you expect it to be from the request.

Members: Taehyung, Jungkook, Namjoon, Hoseok with mention of Jin, Yoongi and Jimin

“Y/N, it’s your turn,” Jungkook smiled, you stared at him, blinking your eyes, trying not to scream over the fact that Jungkook had just kissed Taehyung, right in front of you. 

“Y/N, truth or dare?” Jungkook shouted, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts.

 "Huh? Oh, dare please,“ you blushed, looking down into your lap, Jungkook smirked. 

 The boys had persuaded you to play truth or dare and at the start of the game you had all shook hands, agreeing to do whatever you were asked to. However, you hadn’t known it would end up like this, Jimin was sat in only his underwear and had been kissed by Jungkook, Yoongi was wearing bright red lipstick and had on some fishnet stocking, much to your amusement. You’d been aloud to decorate Rap monsters hair with pretty pink bows and the game was going great, until the boys suddenly changed the game. 

 "Okay, I dare you to come suck me off,” Jungkook spoke proudly, no hint of embarrassment or hesitation in his voice, your cheeks felt warm, extremely warm. Your eyes scanned the circle, looking for someone to disagree with Jungkook, to tell him no, but everyone was smirking at you, seemingly pleased with Jungkook’s dare. 

 "R-right now?“ You stuttered, sitting on your heels, Jungkook nodded and beckoned you towards him, you gulped, getting up and dusting off your skirt, pulling it back down to its normal length. You slowly approached him, sure you had done this before, not to Jungkook and certainly not in front of his members but who’s to say this was any different? Apparently your brain, because you couldn’t seem to lower yourself back onto the floor in order to reach Jungkook. 

“Come on Y/N, we know you’ve done this before, just do it,” Hoseok grinned, you pushed yourself onto your knees in front of Jungkook, his smirk widened as you placed your hand on top of his growing bulge. Apparently the thought of you sucking him off alone was enough to get his member semi-hard, but as you touched him, you could feel his length getting harder in your hand. His eyes were glued to yours as you unbuttoned his pants, slowly pulling the zip down. Your hands were shaking, your cheeks red with embarrassment, however, you had agreed to do anything your were dared. The thought of sucking Jungkook off made your insides flip with excitement, causing you to squeeze your thighs shut due to the arousal that was building in your underwear. But the thing that was making you alarmingly hot and bothered was the fact that all of his members were watching you, watching your every little move. 

“can you sit up, so i can pull your pants down please?” You asked him, looking up at him, his eyes were completely focused on you, his lip between his teeth. He quickly lifted himself off of the floor, his trousers and boxers being pulled down his thighs in a swift motion. He smirked down at you as your hand wrapped around his length. A small gasp left his lips when you tightened your grip and slowly licked the tip. You could feel yourself getting wet as 7 pairs of eyes focused on you. 

“Y/N, we don’t have all day,” Yoongi groaned from behind you, you quickly took the tip of Jungkook’s dick into your mouth, his hand instantly gripping your hair. You knew he was going to take control and you just had to obey and then it would be over.

You took him further into your mouth, gripping onto his thighs as he pulled on your hair slightly, “Fuck Y/N,” he cursed, his voice had dropped an octave lower and it made your insides heat up. So now you wanted to get a reaction out of him, you hollowed out your cheeks and bobbed up and down on his dick, stroking his thighs with your hands. He was panting, his eyes watching your every move. You pulled away from him and licked from base to tip and once again took him in your mouth.

“Shit, this is so fucking hot,” Namjoon whispered, you knew there was now 6 other horny boys in the room and this game surely wasn’t going to end soon. Jungkook’s grip on your hair tightened as he pushed your head further down onto his dick, causing you to gag. His chest vibrated as he let out a long drawn out breathy moan of your name.

Your pace was picking up and you could feel his dick twitching in your mouth. You pulled up and began to suck on only the tip, using your hand to pump the rest of him. As you looked up at him, you could see his head was thrown back and his chest was rising and falling at a quick pace, a loud moan falling from his mouth as his dick twitched once again, cumming into your mouth, you quickly swallowed around him as you continued to pump his length with your hand.

“Fuck, your such a good girl,” Jungkook mumbled as he pulled you up by your hair to kiss your lips, and then he let go off your hair. You quickly stood up and wiped your mouth, completely embarrassed by the whole situation. Jungkook was busy pulling his boxers back up, followed by his pants, his hands to shaky to do his buttons up. You say back down on the floor where you had previously been.

“I’m changing the rules of the game, let’s all give Y/N a dare each, she’s allowed to give one dare to one person and that’s it,” Namjoon smirked, your head instantly snapped in his direction, your face heating up.

“Any objections Y/N?” Jin asked, you shook your head, placing your hands in your lap, Namjoon looked at you, smirking,

“Okay, I remember you telling me you never saw the point to grinding, so come here, I dare you to let me grind on you for 5 minutes,”

Your face was instantly heating up, no, you didn’t see the point to grinding because you were fully clothed and it would cause you to become extremely aggravated, but he was suggesting, he was actually daring it, so, you had to do it, you couldn’t even stand up, the heat in your downstairs being too much for you. So you awkwardly shuffled towards Namjoon.

“No, stand up, go lay down on the sofa,” he smirked, you did as you were told, roughly throwing yourself onto the sofa, your skirt hiking up, your underwear on full show. At this point you didn’t care and neither did any of the boys, who were all staring at you intently. Namjoon pulled you by your ankles, dragging you so he was directly in between your legs, your head in the middle of the sofa. He slowly leaned over you, pressing his hard on into your clothed heat, causing you to squirm away from him. His hands came down to your hips, holding you in place as he once again brushed his member onto you. You quickly bucked your hips, desperate for some kind of friction, a release of some sort.

“No, we’re doing this my way,” Namjoon smirked, you threw your head back and groaned as he pushed your hips further into the couch, pushing his body further into you. A loud moan escaped your lips as his rubbed himself against you. His lips came down onto yours as his lower half continued to cause friction, your skirt was already way over your hips as he rubbed his jeans over your panties. His lips met your ear,

“Is this why you hate it? Because you’re so helpless in this situation? Because you can’t get a release?” He was smirking against your ear, kissing your neck, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you down as he began to circle his hips into yours. A gasp left your lips followed by a whine as his clothed member made contact with your clit over your panties. You tried desperately to buck your hips, to get more of him, but his grip was too tight.

“P-please,” you moaned loudly, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other gripping the edge of the sofa. He pushed his clothed member into you again, grinding onto you, finally giving you the friction you needed, a loud moan echoed throughout the room as you panted. You needed a release, you hated this. His hips began circling faster as your grip tightened on his shoulder, you were whining and moaning beneath him, completely at his mercy, getting so close to your release.

“Times up!” Jin shouted, you panted, groaning as Namjoon sat up, getting off the sofa, your whine was long and drawn out as you pulled your skirt over your panties. Your thighs instinctively rubbing together. You felt the sofa dip and you looked up, Hoseok was grinning at you, you smiled slightly at him, your cheeks heating up.

“I’m not even going to dare it because I really don’t think you care at this point,” Hoseok chuckled, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. A gasp fell from your mouth as his fingers traced over your panties, he was spreading your legs slowly, you gripped the sofa. “Guess the two dares before this really made you wet huh?” Hoseok smirked, pulling your panties down your legs, lifting your ankles up to get them off, he threw them into the centre of the circle. You felt his finger prodding at your entrance, a small whine leaving your lips as you felt him collect your juices.

“Please, please Hoseok!” You moaned loudly, he looked up at you, hair sprawled out across the sofa, cheeks flushed, hands gripping the sofa, panting lightly. You were completely fucked and nobody had even touched you yet.

“Please what?” Hoseok smirked, you looked up at him, your hand gripped his wrist, pushing him into you,

“Do something! I can’t take it anymore!” You groaned, he chuckled and pushed a finger into you. Your head leaned back, exposing your neck, allowing Hoseok to place kisses across the newly exposed skin, his finger curling inside of you. He knew it wasn’t enough, not for you, but he was enjoying the frustrated groans that came out of your mouth, along with the grip you had on his wrist, your whole body begging for more. So, he gave you more, slipping another finger into you, curling them both, causing your back to arch and a loud moan to leave your lips, followed by his name.

“Is that good enough for you baby?” He smirked against your lips, kissing you roughly, you wanted to say something, tell him to just give you your release already, but you couldn’t. So when he added a third finger and used his thumb to circle your clit, it was almost too much, a loud moan of his name followed by a few short moans fell from your mouth, you couldn’t seem to catch your breath. Your chest was heaving as you tried helplessly to breath normally. Your hips bucked into his hand, your back arching and your eyes fluttering shut, your grip on his wrist loosened as your body began to shake.

“I-I’m cumi-”

Your sentence was left midway as your orgasm finally hit you, Hoseok placed his lips over yours, silencing the moans, almost shouts that we’re coming from your mouth, his smirk clear against your lips. He continued to circle his thumb against your clit and thrust his fingers into you as you came down from your orgasm. Your whole body relaxed as you began panting, finally being able to breath properly.

“I’m done,” Hoseok whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek. You remained laying down, your skirt now covering you, thanks to Hoseok being a gentleman and obviously good at after-care. Taehyung stood up from the floor, his eyes burning holes into you, slowly approaching you.

“Y/N I know it’s not really appropriate right now due to the situation we’re in but please, please let me make you cum again, I need to feel myself inside of you, feel your body against mine,” he murmured, looking straight at you, his words went straight to your core, warming your whole body, you nodded your head, sitting up on the sofa. Taehyung smirked and placed his legs on either side of your hips, hovering over you. His lips crashed down onto yours, his fingers wrapping in your hair, one hand grabbing your hip.

His body pushed onto yours, laying you down, your arms found their way around his back, pulling his body closer to yours. His hard on was pressing into your thigh, his body rubbing against yours as you moaned into the kiss. Your hands worked quickly to unbutton his jeans and pull them down, desperate for him. He quickly pulled down his boxers, not bothering to completely take his trousers off, his shoes still on his feet. He pushed your legs up around his waist,

He easily slipped himself into you, humming in pleasure as he kissed your neck, he didn’t even wait for you to adjust, not that you wanted him to. His hips were quickly snapping into yours, causing your back to arch and your nails to dig into his back through his shirt. He was grunting in your ear, small pecks and nibbles on your neck heightening your pleasure. Your moans gradually getting louder and increasing in pitch. Taehyung was also panting.

His thrusts were picking up in rhythm, his grip on your thighs tightening as he increased his speed. Your whole body was convulsing once again, your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to hold back your moans, trying to contain yourself. Taehyung was getting close as his hips stuttered and his thrusts became sloppy and began to lose rhythm.

You were clenching around him, reaching your second high, moaning loudly, his name leaving your lips over and over. Soon he was also coming undone inside of you, panting as he let go of your thighs.

You could hear Namjoon chuckle, you looked towards him as Taehyung pulled out of you.

“Best game of truth or dare ever,” he laughed, you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

You couldn’t agree more.

Red Wine Kiss

Note: I’m so so sorry this is late, sweetie! I hope you like it! thanks for the request. feedback is always welcome! .c

Request: I love your writing so much so I hope you can do this but if you can’t it’s ok, maybe you could do something like reader and bucky don’t like each other, and bucky would always tease her and play pranks on her and the reader just works in the lab with Tony, so bucky would always call her a lab rat, so Tony decided that all of the avengers would go to the Bahamas for a group vacation and the Reader was in a hot tub there and bucky sneaks in and starts being really romantic to the reader and then brings some wine and they end up making out ( no sex). sorry if this is really weird. Thank you so much if you can do this. @123olivia

-veeeery slight smut. just making out-

Originally posted by cherry-midnightmoonlight


When you live in a tower full of superheroes and super humans, you’d think it’d be an easy process of waking up, going to work, eating dinner, and going to sleep all to repeat it the next day. Only in a far off fantasy would that happen to you. Sure, it’s amazing living with the Avengers. It’s living with Bucky Barnes that makes it your worst nightmare. Your worst, stressful, infuriating, nightmare.

All he wanted to do was poke fun at you while you worked in Tony’s lab. If he wasn’t in your ear, he was in your belongings. Or destroying them somehow.

A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you slammed your fist down on the work table. “Could you stop humming!? Five minutes - that’s all I need!” You shouted, turning to face the most immature and annoying person you’ve come to know.

Bucky simply smirked and shrugged his broad shoulders. “I don’t know, can I?” He quipped, reveling in the way your eyebrows creased and your chest heaved with anger. Bucky loved getting a rise out of you and you always failed to ignore his annoying antics.

“You either do it willingly or I’ll shove my first so far down your throat, your asshole will be sore.” You said through gritted teeth as the last ounce of patience you had dwindled down to a speck of nothingness. 

Bucky belted out a laugh and held his stomach, wiping away a fake tear. “Oh, lab rat. If you only knew how much I could wreck your asshole.” Bucky said through his loud chuckles, walking out of the room without a second glance.

Your mouth fell open with a gasp and your cheeks burned red, the heat pooling around your neck. You stomped your foot and took a much needed break from working. You hoped Tony would be back from his lunch break or else you’d never get this done.

As if he read your mind, Tony came in with a bag containing a white styrofoam box. You sighed and plopped down in your lab chair, resting your elbows on your knees. “Tony, I need a vacation.” You whined, rubbing your temples. Tony chuckled and handed you the bag. You took it with a small smile and opened it.

You smiled even wider as you looked inside. “Wow, my favorite food? Why ever would you?” You asked as you started to dig in. Tony chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. “I know Barnes gets under that skin of yours. Thought you needed a pick-me-up after he replaced your body wash with honey.” Tony explained, crossing his arms over his chest.

Groaning at the memory, you furiously stabbed at your food before taking a bite. “About that vacation. Maybe we all should go somewhere.” Tony thought aloud, finding it funny how you’re so worked up over someone he doesn’t care to take a second glance at. “Where are you thinking?” You asked curiously, slowly becoming excited at the thought of being away from Bucky, even if he’s still in the same place as you.

Really, could he bother you during a nice vacation away from the tower? He’d surely be too busy enjoying himself. Why on earth would he choose to bother you when he could be skiing or swimming in the ocean?  Or drowning… You’d pick your battle soon enough, you figured.

Tony quickly pulled you out of your chair - so quickly you almost dropped your food. “Tony! What on earth-” Tony immediately shushed you as he ran you two towards the elevator, quickly asking FRIDAY to send you to the common room. “Round up the team! We have a vacation to plan!” He yelled excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

You smiled at the brightness in Tony’s eyes. You knew he needed to get out of his lab, anyways. He was still stressing about work and Pepper; you never saw him sleep or take time away from his inventions. You were thankful you were hired on the spot to help Tony out. But sometimes, even you needed a break from everything.

It’s been a year or so since you got here. The lonely and desperate person you were before quickly changed once you called Nick Fury and asked if he knew anyone that could use your smarts. 

Nick was an old family friend and you needed a job to pay for college. So, when he told you about Tony and what he did, you were more than eager to come in for an interview. After that, college was paid for and you had a job, including a bedroom.

Tony wouldn’t let you deny his forward request to pay for your college, even the rest of that months rent in your old Brooklyn apartment. Now, the only thing sucking the happiness out of you was Bucky. Ever since you got here, he was a little childish. Playing pranks, making annoying sounds to irritate you, the whole nine yards.

If he wasn’t so-

Tony cleared his throat as he stared at you from outside of the open elevator doors. Your head snapped up as you came back to reality and you sheepishly stepped out. You and Tony walked into the common room and surprisingly everyone was there. “Great! Guys, Y/N and I think we should go on vacation!” Tony said with a smile.

Sam cheered along with Clint and Steve. “Yeess! We’ve been hoping this day would come!” Sam yelled out happily, nearly splitting his cheeks from how big his smile was. You giggled at the men, shaking your head. Nat and Wanda were squealing and you rolled your eyes playfully when they looked at you.

Bucky was sitting in his chair, watching everyone cheer with a small albeit genuine smile. You sighed softly, hoping he wouldn’t ruin this for you. “So, any ideas?” Tony asked as he pulled out his holographic phone. He pulled up a map and looked around. “Maybe Milan? Tokyo? Paris?” He asked as he gestured towards each place. Everyone hummed and discussed among themselves. 

“What about the beach?” Wanda suggested, sparking the teams interest. “Well, I haven’t been to the beach in a long, long time. That sounds amazing.” Nat smiled, cupping her hands together. The beach actually sounded really nice. It was spring time now and the cold weather could kiss your ass if it were up to you. It’s only cute during Halloween and Christmas time, anyways.

Tony looked around after putting his phone away. With raised eyebrows, he needed confirmation. “So, the beach, then? Maybe the Bahamas?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “The Bahamas!?” You squealed, gasping as you gaped at Tony. You’ve always wanted to go to to the Bahamas, and if you didn’t faint right now, you definitely would when you step foot in the warm sand.


After everyone had agreed and packed up, you all loaded up the jet and made your way to the Bahamas. “I’m so excited to get there! Tony, where are we gonna stay?” Sam asked, flipping through a magazine full of things to do at the Bahamas. “Flip to page 45.” Tony called out from the front of the jet. Sam did as told and you leaned over towards him, peeking at the page.

There was a huge beach house with a wooden sign that said ‘Stark’ engraved on it. “Daaaamn.” Sam muttered, raising his eyebrows. Before you could reply, you felt a boot nudge your shoe underneath the table. Not now, Barnes. Not now. You swallowed your sigh and paid Bucky no attention. That’s all he wanted from you and you’d be damned if you shot back.

Five minutes in, you shot back. “I will NOT let you ruin this vacation for me!” You yelled across the jet, shooting daggers at Bucky. He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, his hair framing his face as he shook his head. “I was just humming.” Bucky tried to defend himself, but he knows what he’s up to. “Sure, because the need to play footsies with me is apart of your poor singing act.” You rolled your eyes so hard, they almost fell out.

Bucky grumbled and sat up in his seat, his jaw clenching. “You’re such a bitch sometimes, Y/N.” Bucky said, hitting your last nerve. You gasped and stood up, your hands on the table. “I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW-” The jet was full of groans and exasperated sighs. “For the love of God, guys! Shut up!” Clint whined loudly, rubbing his temples.

You shot a look at Bucky and he smirked at you. “Sit down, lab rat.” Bucky winked at you. You rolled your eyes again and scoffed as you sat back down in your seat. “Aw, I meant on my lap.” Bucky playfully frowned. “You’re a headache.” You muttered, shaking your head. “S'long as I’m your only headache.” Bucky said with a sly smile.

You abruply stood out of your seat again, deciding to move up front to sit with Tony. This is the last time you’re going to let Bucky get under your skin.

The rest of the ride was quiet, all but the soft humming coming from Bucky. It wasn’t as loud, so it didn’t bother you as much as it would if you were right in front of him. You could see the bright blue water come into view out of the jet window, your chest filling with excitement. “Oh my gosh! We’re here!” You squealed as you squirmed in your seat.

The team all stood and gathered their bags as Tony landed near his beach house. It was a private area, so nobody would be able to bother you. All with the exception of Bucky Barnes. You exited the jet quickly, making your way into the house after Tony unlocked it.

You’d take the tour later, but what you wanted right now was that soothing hot tub you saw a photo of in the magazine. Your body was tense and you needed to relax immediately. Taking absolutely no notice to what anyone was saying or doing, you changed into a two piece in an empty bedroom and grabbed a towel and sunglasses.

You passed by the others and Steve stopped you before you bolted out of the back door. “Y/N! Hey, uh, sorry about Bucky.” He said bashfully, trying not to look down at your body. You smiled at him and shook your head. “It’s fine. Well, it’s not - but it’s not your place to apologize.” You explained softly, watching Steve nod.

“He’s just…I dunno. Have fun.” Steve said before walking away. You creased your eyebrows but shrugged, continuing your walk towards the back. You slid the glass door open and set your towel down on the wooden deck surrounding the hot tub. A remote was sitting in a small slot and you pulled it out, looking at the different buttons. 

You pressed a few, jumping slightly when the hot tub began to fill up with water. Once it finished, you turned the jet pressure up, walking up the two stairs to get in. You could see steam rising up and you knew it was crazy to get in a hot tub under the sun, but you really needed the muscle relaxer right now.

A long, heavy sigh fell from your lips as you settled in the hot tub. “Shiiit, this feels amazing.” You sighed out, closing your eyes, the hot water bubbling all around you. You let your arms rest against the deck part, tilting your head back slightly. You allowed yourself drift away, listening to the wind blow, the sound of waves crashing, your teammates screaming and laughing in the water.

Had you not been paying attention to the sounds, you wouldn’t have heard the door open and close shortly after. “I like the sight of this.” Bucky said, you could hear the smirk in his tone. 

You groaned and opened your eyes, looking at him through your sunglasses. “Barnes, can’t you leave me alone until we get back to the tower?” You asked with venom laced in your voice. 

Bucky ignored you and climbed in the hot tub, sitting near you. You noticed he was shirtless and he was holding two wine glasses and a bottle of expensive red wine. “I’m guessing you didn’t ask if it was okay to get that?” You questioned as Bucky popped the cork out. He smiled and filled the two glasses, handing you one.

“No, but I’m guessing you’re going to drink it anyways?” Bucky quipped, his eyebrows quirked. You sighed as you took a glass from his hand. Bucky bumped his glass gently against yours. “Cheers, Doll.” Bucky said softly, taking a gulp of his wine. You rolled your eyes but thought about the nickname he had just given you and took a sip from your glass.

Then another sip, and another, and another. Soon, the bottle was halfway filled and you were a tad bit tipsy. A giggle fell from your lips as Bucky moved closer to you, his arm wrapped over your shoulder. “Come on, you have to admit that you’ve thought about kissing me at least once, beautiful.” Bucky stated, setting his wine glass down on the deck behind you two.

Your cheeks burned red and you shook your head. “Bucky, I would never! And don’t call me beautiful!” You hiccuped through your giggles, turning to face Bucky. He was much closer and it made your heart skip. Bucky took your sunglasses off and set them down. His eyes looked into yours and you never noticed the different shades of blue hidden in his.

Bucky caressed your cheek and you stared at him, unsure of what to do. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Y/N.” Bucky said quietly, his eyes trailing along your face. You swallowed thickly and leaned into his touch. “I thought you hated me.” You slurred slightly with creased eyebrows. “I don’t. God, I don’t.” Bucky breathed, sounding rather nervous.

Bucky started to lean in, his hand resting on the side of your neck. You blinked a few times as he inched closer. “Just tell me to stop.” Bucky whispered, his knee brushing against yours. You let out a small exhale, letting his lips brush against yours. “No.” You whispered, finally pressing your lips against Bucky’s.

He groaned into the kiss and pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck and moaned into the kiss, feeling his tongue bump your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and started to twirl your tongue around his. He tasted like red wine and mint, a mixture you’d never get over.

You moved to sit on Bucky’s lap and his hands moved to rest on your hips. Your hands traveled along his neck, making their way into his long hair. Your mind was clouded but you were fully aware of the erection he was sporting. You rolled your hips against his, eliciting a  low growl from Bucky. He pulled away, your lips creating a wet smacking sound as he did so.

Your breath was heavy, your chest heaving up and down. Bucky gulped, his eyes trailing along your face and your exposed chest above the water in your bikini top. “Th-that-” Bucky breathed, his hand moving up to touch his lips. You smirked and leaned into his ear. “Kitten got your tongue?” You asked with a smirk, licking up the shell of his ear.

Bucky groaned and his eyes shut momentarily as you rolled your hips against his again. His lips were on yours in no time, tongues twirling, teeth biting, hands grabbing, nails clawing.

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Imagine One Shot -- Just Some Casual Stalking.

Tom HiddlestonxReader

Summary: Tom tells the story of how you get on a talk show.


Graham leaned forward, “So, Thomas,”

Tom laughed immediately, “Oh dear, this is going to be a big one,” he turns to look at the audience, “he only calls me Thomas before the really big questions.”

Graham laughs and nods, “It’s true, very very true. Speaking of True, is it true that you stalked your fiance on set before you met? ”

Tom made a face, “It was just some casual stalking,” Graham and the audience start laughing,

“No, no, Let me explain myself, you see, as you all know (y / n) was the screenwriter of (Romantic Movie Title). We spent hours talking about the script, my character, emails, texts, phone calls. All of that. But never met in person. So, it’s the first week of shooting and I see this girl. This absolutely adorable girl talking to the director. I think, ‘Okay, go get introduced.’ I got grabbed by wardrobe because there was some last minute change and by the time I get back. She’s not there. We start the scene. I think that was when we filmed the wedding scene, and I look out and there she is again, this time over clearly whispering to someone from production, and forget my lines. Totally gone. ”

There is another round of laughter and Tom laughs as well, adjusting a little awkwardly in his seat.

“Yeah, so there I am, speechless,”

Graham laughs, “Was that a first?”

“It was new.” He joined in the laughter and continued. “I shake my head and apologize and get back to filming. When it was a break to change the setup, I just instantly start looking for her again, I need to know who this girl is. I was a man on a mission and I found out" he had a pause for effect, “nothing, she was gone. So I figure, okay she must be involved with the film somehow right? She was talking to some important people. She had to come back. So by this time I was texting (y / n) pretty often, sometimes about the movie and sometimes just to say hello, I call her to save time in texting, she picks up and I say, Oh my God (y / n), I think I fell in love with someone on set today. So, she starts grilling me, what did she look like, who is she? and I start describing this girl,“ anotjer pause "and I hear her laughing,in stereo, turn around and there she is… that adorable girl. So yeah, a little bit of stalking and I found my best friend.”

@foureyedsiopao

Royalty AU - Prince Kim of Lê Chiến Kingdom

Read the fic here (Kim is the main character so it was about time I drew him! :P)

(Marinette, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Chloé, Sabrina, Juleka, Rose, Nathaniel, Alix) (more classmates coming soon)

Clubs and Blood

Request: jerome smut? where he gets incredibly jealous where it gets to the point where he kills the guy right in front of you thats been flirting with you all night? and then ends with angry passionate s m u t ?

•••••

Ahh I can’t believe this is happening! We never go out on a date! I jump up and down excited and curing my hair. I slip into my tight royal blue dress and accompany it with my black pumps.

I slide down the railing of the stairs to where Jerome waits in a nice outfit. “Looking handsome my man!” I say kissing his cheek. “And you look…delicious my doll!” He growls in my ear and kisses my neck biting it lightly. “Shall we?” Jerome asks a he opens the door for us to exit.

We make one of J’s henchmen drive us to the club. We walk in and I instantly feel my body moving to the music. “Dance with me J!” I say and attempt to pull him to the floor with me.

He scoffs and pulls his arm away. “I don’t know honey. You know this.” I cross my arms and pout slightly. “Fine.” I say and go by myself.

I sway my hips and make eye contact with J every second. I feel a body press up against me and pull my hips against theirs. Obviously a male. I turn around and smirk knowing this will make J angry. “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” He whispers to me; the sent of alcohol clear in his breath.

I grind up against him and smile at J. “Buy me a drink and maybe I’ll tell you.” The man looks me up and down and immediately leads me to the bar getting me a drink.

I look over once again to the booth Jerome is at. He just sits there sipping his whiskey and watches me like a hawk. Even when someone is talking to him. He still keeps his eyes on me.

The man passes me my drink and sits down at the bar. “So you gonna tell me now baby girl?” I giggle and take a swig of my drink loving the burning sensation moving its way down my throat. “Well you see that man over there? He look familiar to you?” I point the mans line of sight to Jerome who is talking to someone.

The mans mouth opens and his eyes go wide. “J-Jerome? The Jerome?” I shrug my shoulders. “He likes to be called Joker by the ones who fear him.” “Why would you be with him?” “He shows me a good time. Really gets me going.”

The man scoffs and grabs my ass pulling me closer. “I bet I could show you a better time.” Suddenly a glass flys between us and smashes on the wall.

The giggle of my sweetheart is heard a foot away making me smile. “Oh do you? You think you can get my little doll going more then I could huh? Think you can make her scream?” Jerome asks getting into the man drunken face. “N-no sir.” He stutters.

Jerome puts his hand behind his ear in a dramatic manner. “What was that? A man who thinks he’s better then me and a fibber? Hmm looks like we got to do something about that…well then.” Jerome immediately shoot the man in the head and laughs.

Jerome puts the gun under my chin lifting my head up. “Now you. What am I going to do to you (y/n)? Punishment has got to be presented, but not here.” Jerome snaps his fingers at his henchmen. “Bring the car around back. Then walk home. We’re gonna be a while.” Jerome says and drags me out the back entrance where the car now waits.

He opens the back door. “Get in baby.” I cross my arms. “And if I don’t?” I ask. Jerome puts his hand round my throat and the gun to my head. “Then you know what will happen. Now listen to me and get in.”

I gulp scared. He’s never threatened me to that extent before. Never has he had me at gun point. I crawl in the back followed by Jerome. “Touch yourself.” He says still pointing the gun at me.

Somehow I felt a little more aroused then I should be. Still scared out of my mind, but still turned on.

I’m never allowed to touch myself. One of Jerome’s rules. I spread my legs for him to see I’m not wearing any panties. “You naughty girl.” He breathes out and runs his own hand over the bulge in his pants.

I slip my hand down to my pussy and rub a single finger up and down my slit spreading the wetness. I proceed to slip a finger inside myself and pump slowly getting a rhythm started.

I add another finger and play with my clit throwing my head back in pleasure. “Oh baby. Look at you.” Jerome laughs and rips the top half of my dress open to revile my breast.

He starts to toy with them as I bring myself closer to release. “Does that feel good doll? Do you like playing with yourself?” I moan and nod my head. “Yes. It feels so good.”

Jerome lowers he head and removes my fingers from my pussy replacing them with his own. He sucks on my clit knowing how sensitive I am there.

I grab his hair and tug at it. “Ah Jerome!” I throw my head back. “Turn around. Hands and knees love.”

I do as he says and I feel the tip of him running up and down my soaked slit. “What do you want baby?” “I want you to fuck me Jerome.” He giggles and slides in roughly.

He doesn’t waste time. He pounds into my as hard as he can bringing me close to the edge. “Who’s are you? Hm? Scream it!” “Yours Jerome!” I moan out.

Jerome pulls my hair back and thrust into me at an angle where I’m ready to cum. “YOURS! IM YOURS!” I scream as we both cum.

Jerome brushes my hair out if my face and kisses my cheek. “That’s right baby.” He says into my ear.

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

Originally posted by moan-s