Hey I’ve never posted anything ever but for some reason I am now??? There isn’t enough Boyf riend content n it’s an issue that needs to b tended to
It was inspired by this rlly fuckign adorable fic thingy @slaygoldponyboy n @christinecanigula made which I’ve devoted my life 2
[soompi] shinee’s jonghyun talks about life after his radio show and girls’ generation’s taeyeon being his muse
source: soompi / note: “muse” is soompi’s choice of wording, not jonghyun’s.
shinee’s jonghyun made a guest appearance on mbc fm4u’s kim shin young’s noon song of hope on april 26 and opened up about being back on a mbc radio station for the first time in three weeks.
on april 2, jonghyun said farewell to his show, blue night, after being the dj for three years and four months. regarding this, the idol said, “this is my first time back at the mbc radio center in three weeks. the first thing i did was check to see if my entrance pass still worked. i wondered if they had cut my access off as soon as i had left my show. but it still works. i got a little emotional when i saw the light turn green.”
he also added that since leaving his show, he has never left his house after midnight. jonghyun stated, “i heard that sleeping before midnight is good for your health. now that i sleep earlier, i also wake up earlier. today, i woke up at 7:30 a.m.. i’ve been meeting a specialist to better my sleeping habits.”
jonghyun also talked about his new solo title track, “lonely,” which features girls’ generation’s taeyeon. he stated, “it was a song that was perfect for her. i wanted to take the aura that she has, where she’s a bright and happy person with a sensitive and lonely side as well, and put that in the lyrics. i thought of her while i was writing the lyrics and melody.”
he also thanked taeyeon for agreeing to feature in the song and said, “i felt bad about asking her for this big favor. her part is quite big, and it could have been a bit too much to ask for, but i’m grateful that she was more than happy to work with me.”
harrys girl who has a HELLA MAJOR PRAISE KINK!!!!!!! plz and thank uuu” Enjoy!
“Harry! I got a ninety-seven!” I heard Y/n squeal from the living room. “Way to go, babe!” I praise, quickly place the shirt i just folded into my drawer. I laugh to myself and make my way over to where she was. I turn the corner and see her standing in front of the coffee table with her phone in her hand, she had been refreshing her email all afternoon. She’d studied for thirteen hours straight prior to this exam so, one can only assume she wanted this very badly. Before she realizes i’m in the room, I scoop her up in my arms and spin her around.
“i’m so proud of you” I mutter, my face nuzzled between her neck and shoulder. She takes my face in her hands and looks me in the eyes. “Did I make daddy proud?” She squints at me. I throw my head back, laughing. Y/n giggles as I set her back down to stand on her own. She sits her phone down on the table before turning back to me.
“Of course you did, you’ve always been daddy’s little star.” I wink.
She raises an eyebrow and starts to play with the hair and the nape of my neck. My hand travels down from the middle of her back to lift up the hem of her shirt and gently run my nails against the skin of her hips. She hisses and touches her forehead to mine. “How come you never reward me, then?” she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“A lip bite? Very original” I tease.
Y/n smirks and reaches her hand between our faces. She brushes her thumb over my lip “I could always bite yours, would that be more exciting?”
She ignited a fire in me with a single sentence. I sigh, not only because I felt myself getting harder by the second, but because she had made me feel like a teenager again. All she did was was ask me a risque question and i’m already as hard as a rock. =Sadly, I can’t say this is the first time its happened. She glances up at me through her lashes and waits for my response. “Why don’t you help me find more ways to make you proud, yeah?” she suggests, gesturing for me to sit on the couch. I know where this is going. That particular look in her eyes is a look i’ve seen before. Pupils dilated, lips nice and wet, breath shallow.
She gets down on her knees in front of me and wastes no time dragging my sweatpants down. I’m not wearing boxers today, I figured we would get a little hot and bothered at some point today (it being our only free day this week, and all) and I wanted to make the process less tedious. I’m thanking myself a million times internally. I take my shirt off rather quickly, my eyes glued to her, anticipating her next move.
Y/n doesn’t bother pulling the trousers all the way off of my legs, she lets them pool at my feet. She takes my cock in her small hands kisses the tip, she lets some spit dribble out and onto the head before swiping over it with her thumb. The very same thumb she had used to toy with my lip not too long ago. I can’t stop the hiss that slips out, today is not a good day to prolong the foreplay. I very well might cum before the good stuff starts.
She takes notice of my sensitivity to her touch and cuts to the chase, lowering her mouth down on me. Her tongue laps at the veins of my shaft and she knows just how to apply the right amount of pressure with her teeth. I feel them graze me as she brings her head back up to my tip.
‘ah fuck..that’s good baby” I pant. She whimpers on me, her hand squeezing the base of me. She loves when I praise her….this could be fun. I decide to take it up a notch. What harm could a little more motivation do?
“shit baby i- mm fuck you take such good care of your man, don’t you?”
She nods lightly, my dick still lodged in her pretty mouth. I reach down and caress her cheek with my finger. “so fucking good, princess” I groan. She’s enjoying this. I can tell by how her eyes light up every time I speak. “You’re licking me with the same tongue you use to give th-those big speeches at school” I started, her eyebrows furrow. She has no clue where i’m going with this but continues to bob her head up and down.
“That mouth is pure gold in and outside of the bedroom….you please daddy in every single way” This seems to do it for her. She lifts her mouth off of me and stands up to take down her yoga pants.
“Come on” is all she spits out at me before walking towards the bedroom. I jump up, kicking my own pants off.
When i enter the room, I see her lying down on the bed, her panties around her ankles. She’s rubbing herself with one hand and beckoning me over to her with the other. I stride over to the bed, tugging at myself as I do so. “You getting ready fo’ me?” I ask her, she nods quickly. She seems so excited and i can’t hide the smile spreading across my face. I climb on the bed and toss her pink panties somewhere behind me, she doesn’t hesitate to open her legs up for me. Welcoming me in, inviting me.
I decide to skip the foreplay and get right to business. I run my swollen head up her slick folds, forcing an incredibly loud moan from her when I stop to tap on her clit with my member. I let out a breath I didn’t know i was holding when she pushes her shirt over her breasts and begins to knead at them. I line my tip up at her entrance and push in slowly, making sure she can feel my every ridge. She arches her back when I repeat those actions.
“You’re taking daddy so well baby” I groan out. I lean down to suck on her neck. “K-keep talking, Harry” she pleads. I kiss my way up to her ear and nip at her lobe a bit, filling her to the peak with every stroke. “You always get so wet fo’ me” I slow down a bit, it appears that all this praise is starting to get to me as well. I sit back up and hike her knee up so I can thrust even deeper than before. This time, I can feel her walls squeezing me, I also feel myself pulsating insider her. I’m getting close.
“You’re gonna make me cum baby ahh…ooh yes” I hiss. My thrusts are noticeably unsteady at this point but i’m not fighting it because judging by the way she’s clenching around me, she’s just as close as I am if not closer.
“fuck harry oh!….mmh please” her hands are scraping at my forearms that stand on either side of her head, making it harder for me to hold myself up. I place my hands on the head board and pull out of her almost completely before rolling my hips back in to meet hers. Again and again and again until I have her body trembling beneath mine. She’s begging me not to stop. She’s pleading for me to cum with her, and my body betrayed me by obeying her orders. The muscles in my abdomen tighten and I clench my jaw shut.
”cum for me ahhh….f-fuck that’s a good girl ”
I feel my toes curl as the white sensation builds up.
Then it hits me like a wave. “ooh Y/n fuck yes..fuck baby yess ahh” I cum in long, hot spurts with her still tightening around my cock. I kiss her slowly feeling my heart return to its natural rhythm. I lean up and move her hair from her face before dipping down to kiss her nose. “That was intense “ She laughed. I nod, still a bit winded. I pull out of her and take grab one of the clean shirts from the pile I was folding earlier; I use it wipe us both clean. Thankfully, we didn’t soil the sheets this time so I happily climb under the covers and wait for her to do the same. She rests her head on my tattooed swallow and tangles her legs up with mine.
“All this because of a test, I wish you would score this high all the time” I tease.
“Yeah? Well I wish you would finish folding the laundry…” she snickered
bendy and the ink machine bad end: some weak plot twist about how it was actually all henry’s hallucination while inside a mental institute/he was already in purgatory/hell
bendy and the ink machine good end: the game sticks to a creepy yet whimsical plot and continues showing its brilliance by delivering a creative well though out ending
bendy and the ink machine true end: alice, bendy and boris (and other cartoon characters that may be introduced or not later on) walk out of the studio and into the streets and they fucking, they do this
Summary: You take the reins at planning your own special day, to which Tony protests at times. Adding a few surprises and spending it with the man you love, it’s exactly what you had hoped for.
Warnings: none. Just straight-up fluff! Tiny mention of sexy times I guess?
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Y/N: This was written in honor of the lovely @beccaanne814-blog !! Happy Birthday, my darling Becca!! I’m so happy to know you and I really hope you enjoy this fic. I love you!! Any feedback is appreciated, as always. It’s been a heck of a week, but I’m heading out of town in a few days for a much-needed break. There might be writing? Hopefully? I appreciate you all!!
Consciousness slowly seeped into the edges of your mind, taking its sweet time. You loved mornings like this: waking with no jarring alarm or rude phone calls. You had turned your phone off last night just for this purpose. Parting your lashes to test the brightness of day, you stretched lazily and felt a happy flutter when your hand brushed against the warm, solid body beside you. He must have slipped into bed in the early hours, never one to believe that nighttime meant sleep time.
You rolled onto your side to face him, taking in his handsome features in their relaxed state. He looked younger when he slept, more vulnerable. Part of you thought you should let him sleep, but then you decided against it. This was your day. You got to do whatever you wanted.
With a devilish smile, you began to trace the patterns of his unique facial hair. He was meticulous about it and you swore he either shaved once every hour or had invented some way to keep selective areas from growing whiskers. Even in these early hours, it was perfect. As he registered your light but noticeable touch on his skin, his brow furrowed in dislike.
how Jehan's death's gonna weigh on Parnasse in reincarnation AUs boo~~~~ Just~~~ Lots of~~~~Pain~~~~ (and second chances)
OH MAN AHAAAAA
PARNASSE WHO ISN’T AN AMI SO DOESN’T FIND JEHAN AT THE SAME TIME AS EVERYONE ELSE, BUT DOES FALL IN WITH PATRON MINETTE AGAIN AND STILL REMEMBERS WHO HE WAS BEFORE, and still remembers jehan, and spends his time wondering whether its just them, just patron minette, or if the amis are somewhere out there, or if history has managed repeat itself and they’ve already built their stupid barricade and his jehan is gone, again, before he could even know them in this life
PARNASSE WHO WANDERS AROUND FOR A YEAR, TWO YEARS, THREE YEARS THINKING OF JEHAN AND WONDERING IF THIS REALLY IS HELL, KNOWING WHO HE IS AND WHO HE WAS AND KNOWING OF JEAN PROUVAIRE AND HOW THEY DIED, ALONE AND AFRAID AND FORCED TO LIVE A WHOLE NEW LIFE WITH THAT KNOWLEDGE
parnasse who goes for a walk and (literally) runs into jehan in a park when they were running to catch a frisbee grantaire threw, and it takes a minute for him to realise what just happened and who he just ran into and hes very ??? but then he spots the rest of the amis clustered on a blanket a few feet away and THAT ladies and gents is the story of how montparnasse started crying on jean prouvaire in the middle of a public park at 3pm on a tuesday