but it had it's funny moments

We’ve talked a lot about the repeated deaths, but that’s not all that can happen in this kind of situation. What kind of injuries do you think the IPRE dealt with until the year was up and they were reset?

Magnus loses an arm. It’s an early cycle and he shouldn’t have had to make that kind of sacrifice, but he did it to help someone else and no one is really surprised. No one knows what to do - should they offer to help him with things? Would that be insulting? When Magnus comes far too close to losing his other arm in the same year, he learns to ask for help when he needs it.

Merle is too close to an explosion and loses his hearing. Lucretia offers him one of her notebooks, and it’s both a wonderful idea and a mistake because he uses it both to communicate and to leave notes all over the ship. They’re very dad-like notes, commanding various crew members to pick up this mess or go do some chore. When they try to argue Merle just shakes his head and motions helplessly at his ears, even though they are writing him a note in return. It’s not long afterwards that they reach a world that has sign language and everyone learns the basics. 

Lup has been burned, badly, but it takes a while before she lets anyone help her manage the pain because she doesn’t want to feel better when she can’t do that for Taako because he died in a fucking fire. It’s Barry who finally catches her with her guard down late one night, and he and Merle find a combination of cooling spells and herbs that make the pain (the physical pain) more bearable.

Davenport is blinded, and for a while he won’t accept any help. He’s the captain, he’ll figure it out on his own. He tries to pilot the ship with muscle memory and crashes it somewhere remote, and he just screams in frustration at losing the one thing he’s the best at, even if it’s only for a year. He’s quiet for a while, not interacting and going through the motions as well as he can, until Magnus wanders into the cockpit and asks what the big, red button is for. Davenport explains, more of the crew wander in, and he ends telling all of them about the ins and outs of their vessel. It’s a good day, and after that (both that year and after) he spends less time in the cockpit and more time with his family.

Lucretia can’t walk anymore, not easily and then not at all, so Magnus offers to give her piggyback rides everywhere she wants to go whenever she wants. Lup and Barry make her a chair (permanently levitating so that stairs aren’t an issue), but she finds she likes the company while exploring the new towns. She takes up Magnus’s offer more often than anyone expects her to.

A landslide that takes Lup catches Taako, too; he takes a serious blow to the head. When he wakes up he doesn’t speak, and doesn’t really look at anyone. But he listens to them, he can hear them, and eventually Lucretia picks up some journals and sits with him. At first she reads, but eventually she just shares interesting things that happened that day and gossip; even though his expression doesn’t change she can tell he’s enjoying the conversation from the way his ears flick around with as much movement as always. When the year is done they still gossip, but it’s never one-sided. (Except when it is, years and years later. Taako has a bad day and Lucretia offers to read to him, and he lets her. It’s a little sign that things are… better. Improving.)

One year there are days Barry hurts too much to walk on his own, and Lucretia’s chair makes a second appearance. Lup isn’t there, or Magnus or Merle, so the ship is quiet more often than not… until Taako and Barry go barreling down the hallway together clinging to the chair and targeting Davenport of Lucretia. It shouldn’t be funny but it is - one light and fun moment during a particularly bad cycle.

Supernatural Preferences: When You're Pregnant

Sam: As soon as you found out, you began plotting how you were going to tell him. Of course he noticed the slightly different things you did, resulting in him pestering you to see what’s wrong. After you told him the news he began prepping for the baby immediately. Regardless of the fact you two had nine months to get everything ready. Guess excitement overtakes people’s senses.

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Dean: The minute-no the second you told Dean, he began to treat you as though you were going to explode. Taking junk food from you because “it could hurt the baby”. Not letting you lift anything. Barley even a book or glass of water. Once you started to show more and more he refused to hug you…or even sleep in the same bed with you once you further progressed because “what if I roll over onto you?”, even though he never had before. Luckily for you, once the baby was born he directed all that paranoid attention to the munchkin.

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Castiel: It’s no surprise that he found out before you did. He was in a state of complete shock and awe from the second he heard a second heartbeat lingering inside of you. At first you thought it was cool or adorable how he could check in on you. That was until he was doing it every other hour to make sure nothing was wrong. It only got worse when the little being inside of you grew to be bigger. Any movement you made, or small noise at the feeling of a kick in your ribs, Cas had to give you the full examination. Sooner or later he realized that everything was going to be fine and he could stop worrying so much. That didn’t happen until a week before your due date.

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Crowley: From the moment you told The Boy King about your little gift, he had a certain change in him. Whether he saw this as father redemption or was just filled with happiness, you couldn’t tell. The most overprotective he got during your pregnancy was not letting you leave Hell without him. Which was understandable, so you didn’t really put up a fight. Carrying the King of Hell’s child had its perks. Like food whenever you wanted it, and whatever you wanted. Anything you asked for, demons would scramble about trying to get it as quickly as possible. It was really something funny, watching them trip over their fear of not being fast enough. Of course your new little munchkins first outfit had “The prince/princess of Hell” labeled on it. That one you didn’t really have a say on.

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Lucifer: It all started when he sat straight up in bed and just looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Just when you thought your life couldn’t change anymore, it did. On so many levels. Honestly it was really weird knowing that all of Heaven and Hell knew you were with child before you even had a clue. The fact that you had Angels hell bent on killing you, but mainly the baby, didn’t really help with the whole pregnancy stress level chart. As if it wasn’t stressful enough having a human growing inside of you. But Luce was by your side 24/7. Always keeping the Angels or anything that meant to harm you far away. Somewhere between all the baby assassins and pregnancy hormones, the two of you still had time to have a somewhat normal upcoming. Anytime a kick or a movement was going to happen he knew. And he’d be right there to witness it.

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Gabriel: Never had you thought that Gabe and his trickster tendencies would be something you would appreciate. That was until it came handy to have to help hide you from those who meant to cause your unborn child harm. Most of your pregnancy wasn’t spent fighting some war against those who intended to harm you. It was spent fighting another war over what the babies name would be. First idea Gabriel had was “Little Ass Kicker” because for some god awful reason that made sense. Obviously you weren’t about to call any child of yours that, but he was persistent. “What about Lak?” He would ask while you were just about to drift off to sleep. “Lak? The hell kind of name is-…it stands for Little Ass Kicker doesn’t it?” There was no way around it. He’d go to pretty lengthy extents trying to get you to say yes just once so it’d be official. Like rubbing your back for an hour. Or getting you a shit ton of the food you were craving. Long story short…you gave birth to a Little Ass Kicker…

Originally posted by devoiddean

The Best Films of 2017 - Mid-Year List

There have already been many great films so far this year, so I felt it worth doing a run down of my favourite films of the year so far. These all reflect the cinema releases we’ve had so far in the UK in 2017 - for that reason this list includes some films that were released in the US in 2016. Enjoy, and I’d love to hear your thoughts on the best films of the year so far!

Honourable mentions: Their Finest, Colossal, Gifted

1. Get Out, dir. Jordan Peele

This film really knocked me for six, to such an extent that I simply had to see it twice in the cinema. It got even better upon a re-watch, when I was able to watch it with full knowledge of the characters’ underlying motives and the things to come. It’s a terrifying concept (the racism of an all-white suburb is taken to a horrifying extreme) executed with incredible panache, and you feel every emotion that Chris goes through thanks to Daniel Kaluuya’s excellent performance. Get Out also represents one of the most brilliantly communal experiences I’ve ever had at the cinema - I won’t spoil it, but let’s just say that the audience erupted into spontaneous applause at a key moment in the climax. Simply fantastic. 

2. The Handmaiden, dir. Park Chan-wook

This film is exquisite - it’s first and foremost a beautiful boundary-smashing love story, and an absolutely marvellous tale of female defiance. It transplants Sarah Waters’ novel Fingersmith to 1930s Korea, and the story is effortlessly adapted to become intrinsically interwoven with its new setting. Sookee is a talented pickpocket plucked from a thieves den and sent as a handmaiden to trick a rich heiress into falling for a conman. To say any more would spoil the twists, but this film is just a masterwork of suspense, keeping you guessing throughout a series of interlocking pieces that take their time to reveal their secrets. I’ve seen the theatrical cut and the extended version, and they’re both great - you’re in for a treat with either.

3. Jackie, dir. Pablo Larrain

This is a film that soars on the strength of Natalie Portman’s incredible performance, which is complemented by Mica Levi’s haunting score. Portman’s performance is painfully vivid, with her agony and wretchedness coming through so intensely that it’s often uncomfortable to watch. Jackie is probably the best portrait of grief I’ve ever seen, and it sucks you into a famous historic event by providing an incredibly intimate perspective on it. This is great cinema, but be prepared for suffering.

4. A Cure for Wellness, dir. Gore Verbinski

This is a delightfully strange Gothic fairy tale of a film, and I’m amazed and impressed that a Hollywood studio gave Gore Verbinski a budget sufficient to pull it off with such beauty and style. I’ve seen this film attract love and hate in equal measure, but I adore it - the trailers set you up for a rehash of Shutter Island, but nothing could be further from the truth beyond the isolated setting. If I had to compare this to anything, I would compare it to Roger Corman’s Poe cycle of films from the 1960s - it has a similarly lurid sensibility and a deep-seated sense of fantastic romanticism at its core. Great if you’re after something uncompromisingly bonkers.

5. Wonder Woman, dir. Patty Jenkins

This film represented pure joy for me - I couldn’t have anticipated how emotional I was going to get at witnessing a (wonder!)woman crossing No Man’s Land and deflecting bullets with her bracelets. This simultaneously rejects the wry self-awareness of the Marvel films and the grim self-importance of the previous DC movies, instead unabashedly depicting a superhero who triumphs thanks to her overriding belief in love and compassion. Patty Jenkins adds endless little touches - from funny moments to quiet scenes where characters talk simply to learn about each other - that enrich the film and make it feel vivid and intimate in a very rare and special way.

6. Silence, dir. Martin Scorsese

This is truly the work of a master filmmaker, and it represents a stunning artistic achievement and a moving and intelligent investigation of the threshold of faith. Scorsese tried to get this made for decades before finally succeeding, and his passion for and belief in the project shine through in every painstakingly crafted frame. Silence is equal parts beauty and brutality, and it uses this contrast to illuminate the painful questions that the faithful must ask themselves when faced with the harsh reality of the present world. It’s heavy stuff, but well worth your time if you’re up for a film that raises more questions than it answers.

7. In This Corner of the World, dir. Sunao Katabuchi

I had no idea this film existed until a few days before I saw it, but I was really struck by its poetic treatment of the joys and tragedies of life. This film follows a young bride who moves to live with her husband’s family in WWII-era Japan, and while it deals unflinchingly with the trauma and horror of war - particularly the bombing of Hiroshima - it’s also surprisingly funny and ultimately hopeful. The power of this film comes through in the little moments of human connection and the way that the full potential of animation is exploited to maximum effect.

8. La La Land, dir. Damien Chazelle

A lovely ode to the classic Hollywood musical, La La Land is a technical marvel that sticks with me because of its heart and humanity (those words are recurring a lot, right?). It tells a very small story of a love affair between two dreamers in Hollywood, but it feels much bigger than them because of the way in which their story is told. La La Land draws from influences across the spectrum of cinema, and its homages to the classics are joyful and loving. The final ‘what might have been’ sequence represents the perfect marriage of raw emotion and filmmaking virtuosity. 

9. Okja, dir. Bong Joon-ho

Not many films can balance flatulence jokes with uncompromising critique of capitalist greed, but Okja pulls it off with aplomb. The core story hinges on the innocent and endearing friendship between a young girl named Mija and a bio-engineered super pig called Okja, and the film succeeds because you totally buy their connection and desperately want the two of them to have their wish and live together in the mountains. I’m delighted that Netflix gave Bong Joon-ho a platform to make such a weird beast.

10. Logan, dir. James Mangold

Logan may be bleak, but that isn’t what makes it great - Logan is fantastic cinema because it remembers that superheroes are still people who struggle with their own souls as much as super-villains. This film features the best character work managed in any of the X-Men films, and Hugh Jackman, Patrick Stewart and - in particular - Dafne Keen give heart-rending performances that really ground the film and give it an emotional core. I hope we get more superhero films like this, and that the takeaway from it for the industry is the importance of stressing character rather than frantic spectacle.

Most anticipated films still to come: War for the Planet of the Apes, Valerian and the City of A Thousand Planets, Dunkirk, The Beguiled, Mother!, Logan Lucky, Blade Runner 2049, Murder on the Orient Express, The Shape of Water, Annihilation, Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Yuuri has a picture of Victor and him as his lockscreen and wallpaper, maybe from their day at the beach or a picture someone took during their pair skate or a picture from practice where they are both sweaty and laughing and so in love.

But Victor has (two different) pictures of just Yuuri and he changes them a lot (because he takes a lot of pictures of Yuuri and would like to use them as a wallpaper all at the same time), and every time he opens his phone he just forgets what he was about to do and stares at the picture for a full five minutes, marvelling at the beauty of his husband.

And one time, Yuuri uses Victor’s phone because his own is dead (when Victor is still in the shower or sth bc you know The Hair) and Victor’s lockscreen is a picture Yuuri didn’t even know existed of him looking out over the city lights of Saint-Petersburg with a small smile around his lips while he’s absentmindedly patting Makkachin, and his heart just swells until he can hardly breathe, and he figures out how to make your phone switch wallpapers every time you open them and takes a bunch of selfies where he blows kisses and makes funny faces and just smiles, but he leaves the lockscreen the way it is. And now every time Victor opens his phone, his heart stops beating for a moment and whenever one of the pictures appear Yuuri took, he immediately calls him if he’s not around to tell him how much he loves him and asks him to get married again.

  • What she says: “Yeah, I’m fine.”
  • What she means: “Okay listen, the show Freaks and Geeks was really great, it was funny and well cast and it let you really get to know and love the characters as though they’re your friends too and not just part of some tv series, the show really had some depth to it and the characters went through stuff we can all relate to, it wasn’t just some cliché high school show either, there were cheesy moments but that happens in real life too, the show was way ahead of its time and I can’t believe there’s only 18 episodes, how can you cancel such a great show after only one season?”

i’m kinda amused by the fact that jungkook always plays it cool when he’s in the same team as jimin, focusing on his tasks and barely saying a word if unnecessary, but becomes enthusiastic of jimin’s being when he’s in a different team, casually dropping compliments here and there and gets excited at every little thing jimin does, like he forgets for a brief moment that they’re in a different team lol. 

i loved that story about funny/awkward moment on the set of the mv, that they just began filming together with bebe for the first time and he was singing and then realised that everyone’s been staring at him for a few moments already, and it turned out that bebe had been like holding her fist @ him to bump for a “respect” gesture for at least 10 seconds and he was like “great tommo come on” i’m DYING

Tough Guy (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 3,296

Summary: A relaxing morning with boyfriend Yoongi takes a different turn when he discovers your love for Yoongi x reader smut…

With the windows in the living room slightly open, the sound of birds chirping sweetly outside could be heard from your position on the sofa. You were currently lying back with your feet propped up on Yoongi’s – your boyfriend – lap, feeling content as you watched him concentrate on the game he was playing on your phone.

Although it was only midday, being with him like this always made you feel comfortable enough to close your eyes and sleep for a little while.

Yoongi stuck his tongue out a bit as he focused intently, his eyes practically unblinking. You watched him with a wide smile, wondering if there was anything that could make you happier than moments like this.

So sleepy, you thought absently, your eyes fluttering closed despite your protests – the warmth of Yoongi’s hoodie and his presence were making it all too easy.

You were contemplating snuggling closer to him to watch him play when he suddenly gasped – a kind of choked sound that you rarely heard from him – and then he was staring at you with this surprised look on his face that jolted you out of your sleep completely.

“What is it?” you asked, fearful of his answer. A bad feeling settled into your stomach when you realised that you hadn’t closed down your tabs before handing him your phone, and you remembered with a surge of panic the smut you had been reading earlier… “Oh, God. What is it?”.

“Y/N…”. He was speaking quietly, reading something on your phone. You noticed that the tips of his ears and his cheeks were red, and he gave an awkward cough before he spoke. “I… didn’t realise I was dating such a naughty girl”.

“Oh my god, Yoongi!”. You threw the nearest cushion over your face and fell back against the rest, your entire body flooded with embarrassment. You’d never really known how it felt to want the ground to swallow you whole until right now, especially when Yoongi started to laugh. “Please tell me this is just a nightmare!”.

“Nope. It’s real”. He glanced at you and laughed again. “Do you always read things like this?”. He didn’t even sound like he was teasing you. That made it so much worse.

“Can we please not have a conversation about this?” you asked, your voice muffled by the cushion.

“I just found out that my girlfriend reads porn about me… so we’re talking about it,” he said matter-of-factly. You could feel his eyes on you now, but you knew that the second you looked at him, you would surely die from humiliation.

Always close your tabs before handing over your phone! your inner voice screamed.

“If you don’t want to talk about it,” he began in that low, bored voice. “I’ll just have to read it and find out for myself-“.

“Give me my phone back!” you demanded, lunging for it frantically; you hadn’t read the whole thing yet, but you were acutely aware of how weird some of these fanfictions could get, and that wasn’t something you needed Yoongi to see. Definitely not. Never.

Laughing, Yoongi pulled away from you without much effort.

Oh, Yoongi, harder,” he read aloud in a high-pitched voice. You hid your face in your hands and thought about how nice it would be to just disappear right now. “Yoongi picked up the pace, smashing into you”. You heard him hesitate. He was probably making that unimpressed face. “Smashing?”.

“A lot of fans write these kind of things about you and the other members,” you tried to explain, keeping your eyes trained on the hem of his t-shirt and the way it rolled up to expose his skin whenever he stretched. “I just wanted to read some… please stop teasing me about it? I think I’m going to die”.

Yoongi frowned, looking at you properly – it was like you were blushing everywhere. Your head hung down as though you were ashamed, and you fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie as you waited for him to say something. His brown eyes were focused on the way you held your lip between your teeth. He kept imagining you lying there, reading things like this. He wondered if it made you feel good to think of him touching you like that even when he wasn’t there, and the thought made him proud.

“Did you finish reading it?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“No”. You stopped yourself from saying ‘not yet’, knowing it would just start up another round of teasing.

“Hm”. He breathed deeply, coming to some sort of decision. “How about I read it to you?”. Finally, you bought your eyes – which had widened considerably – up to meet with his. To your utter shock, the expression on Yoongi’s familiar and handsome face was serious, no hint of a smile anywhere.

“That…”. He tilted his head to the side, confused by your stuttering.

“That what?”.

“That would be too embarrassing, Yoongi,” you told him. You tried to think of a clever way to change the subject, but he got there before you, interrupting your mindless chatter with his deep voice.

“Maybe we should just act it out instead, then”. Your breath hitched in your throat, his words sinking into you within seconds. The look on his face was lust masked as boredom, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of his tongue as it swiped across his lower lip.

You’d known for a long time that he enjoyed flustering you, but you hadn’t realised that it turned him on.

“I…”. You weren’t about to disagree, and he knew it.

“Come here”. His low, quiet voice made you shiver as you crawled over the short distance to him, straddling his lap in an instant. The movement made his hoodie - which was much too big for you - ride up over your ass, exposing your lacy underwear to Yoongi’s delight.

He pulled you closer to him at the waist, and the two of you released a sigh at the contact your bodies were making.

He was looking up at you in a sort of wonder, and you smiled as you kissed him, gently at first, simply enjoying the softness of it, the way everything made sense again as soon as your lips touched. But then Yoongi’s large hands were on your ass, squeezing it playfully but still hard enough to make you react.

You rested your hands against the cushion behind his head and moaned softly as you started to buck your hips forward, needing more of him. The feeling of his cock against your heat - despite the layers of clothing between you - was making your body sing.

Yoongi didn’t say anything; he just grunted and leaned his head back, consumed by the pleasure of being close to you. Even over his sweatpants, he could feel your warmth. But it was the sight of you moving against him, the way your breaths came uneven, the tiny whimpering sounds you made… he didn’t know he could want someone as much as this, in as many ways as he wanted you.

“Oh…”. You picked up your pace, your mouth parted delicately, pleasure shooting through you and resting in your core. “I’m…”. Yoongi contemplated it – seeing you come undone on top of him after using him to get off like that… He liked the thought a lot, but he wanted more. He didn’t want it to be so easy for you.

“Hey, we’re doing it wrong”. He pushed you off his lap and you flopped onto the sofa beside him, already staring daggers at him.

“What the fuck?!”.

“We’re doing it wrong,” he said again, as if that made it okay. He showed you the screen of your phone, acting as though he wasn’t just as caught up in that as you were. He was so good at pretending he wasn’t bothered by anything, whilst you were still breathing like a maniac, your mouth still parted in expectation. “We’re following these instructions”.

“They’re not instructions, you loser”. But you took your phone from him and read. Even still, you were a little embarrassed about the whole ordeal. You couldn’t even believe this had happened. “We’re supposed to be on the bed,” you told him, and he nodded as if to say ‘of course’. “And you’re supposed to be on top”.

“So do they just magically end up in the bedroom?” he asks, leaning over to peek at the screen as you scroll down, his hair tickling your cheek.

“No,” you deadpan. “You’re supposed to carry me in”.

“That’s ridiculous”.

“You’re the one who wants to act it out!”. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he sighed as if it was some massive task, continuing to read. An amused smile lit up his face.

“All you say is ‘Yoongi, ah!’”.

“I don’t sound like that”. He shrugs, and now you want to tease him in the way he’s been teasing you. “Well, you’re supposed to be a tough guy”. For dramatic effect, you waited a second before scoffing loudly. Yoongi, of course, looked instantly offended.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice cold. “You don’t think I can be a tough guy?”. You gave him your best ‘do I really need to answer that question?’ look, and he narrowed his eyes, totally unamused.

“I just can’t imagine you saying ‘Look at me. These lips are mine. This body is mine. You are mine’”. You burst out laughing as soon as you said it, but he knew you were only teasing. He had definitely said something along those lines multiple times before, and both of you were well aware.

“Maybe you’ll be surprised”.

“I’d like to be surprised,” you replied evenly. He watched your face for a moment, and you stared back, already wanting to feel him in ways you couldn’t say out loud.

Wordlessly, your boyfriend stood up, stretching out before scooping you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and tried not to get lost in his scent, keeping your eyes on his as he carried you into the bedroom without a sound.

Throwing you back onto the bed so that you bounced more than once on the mattress, Yoongi stood back and watched as you pulled his hoodie up – slowly and dramatically – over your head. He was hard from the moment you had straddled him, but now his cock was throbbing against its restraints when he thought of what was to come.

“Is this sexy?” you asked with false innocence, unclasping your bra and throwing it to one side. You ran a hand through your hair and watched for his reaction, satisfied at the tent you could see inside his sweatpants. “Do you like this, Yoongi?”. You fluttered your eyelashes, but he just rolled his eyes at your antics.

“Stick to the script,” he told you, but he was palming himself, biting his lip. You sat on your knees and ran a hand down your body, sneaking it under the hem of your underwear and sighing as you touched your now sensitive clit.

You really liked the way he was watching you rub your hand against your clit. Yoongi was wondering why it was so hot to see you touch yourself like that.

“That feels so good, Yoongi”.

Fuck, Y/N”. You loved it when he cursed in that low voice of his. You wanted him all over you, but you liked the idea of being especially submissive today – just like in the smut – so you leant forward until you were on all-fours.

He stepped forward a little, pulling off his t-shirt and tugging down his sweatpants until his cock sprang free. Your eyes roamed over his body before landing on his own eyes, and the intense way in which he stared at you almost made you moan. You wanted him to push you over the edge, and he could see that.

“Hurry up,” he ordered you, so you did, wrapping your mouth around his cock, not giving him more than a second to react to the feel of you around him.

“Ah… fuck”. His fingers got lost in your hair as you swiped your tongue over the slit, thoroughly enjoying the sounds he was making. He was groaning and cursing every few seconds, encouraging you to keep going. “That’s it, baby,” he said in a strained voice when you sank your mouth lower onto him. “Oh, fuck, so pretty”.

You hummed around his cock and he grunted – the exact reaction you wanted – using both hands to bunch your hair up.

“Open your mouth for me, baby girl”. You complied, and he looked at you for a second longer, admiring your swollen lips before sliding his cock back into your mouth.

You pressed your legs together, making yourself hold eye contact with him as he slowly slid in and out of your mouth, setting his own pace.

“Fuck!”. He threw his head back as his pace picked up, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, especially with the strained sounds you were making. “Y/N… fuck”. The feel of his hands in your hair, tugging and pulling at every strand, and the way he was whimpering as he fucked your mouth… you found yourself wanting to see him come undone because of you.

But you were feeling much too mischievous for that, so you pulled away from his cock, letting it fall out of your mouth with a pop.

“What the-“.

“You’re not supposed to come yet,” you told him sweetly, and he literally scowled at you, not giving you the chance to catch your breath back as he pushed you back down against the mattress.

You sneaked a hand into your underwear, pushing a finger easily inside you thanks to how wet you were, watching him step out of his sweatpants, eyes glazed over with undeniable lust.

“Yoongi, ah,” you teased, but he didn’t smile. Instead, he climbed up onto the bed, eyes not leaving yours as he settled in between your legs. One strong hand against your stomach had you unable to move, and you bit your lip in anticipation as he hummed against your entrance deliberately, causing you to arch your back.

“You haven’t been a good girl, so I’m not going to be nice to you”. The ease in which he said it, the way his nose touched your clit… you were a writhing mess beneath him. “You’re so wet… do you like sucking my cock? Does that make you feel good, huh?”.

“Yoongi, please”. You needed more. You wanted him to touch you everywhere. “Please”.

“Hm”. He sat back on his heels and watched you squirm for a moment, and you hated the uninterested look on his face almost as much as you loved it. “You’re so needy… I don’t know if I should let you come so easily”.

In reply, you let out a desperate moan. You were so aroused and he wasn’t touching you at all.

“So wet and needy, yet so naughty”. He actually made a ‘tut’ sound in disapproval, and your moan turned into an empty sob.

Without any warning, Yoongi’s mouth was on your clit, sucking at it and teasing it over your underwear. If it wasn’t for Yoongi’s hand holding you down, you would have arched your back completely off the bed.

“Oh my god… oh my god, Yoongi, please”. He moved your underwear aside, and the air against you made your core heat up even more, especially when you felt his tongue go flat, licking up and down your slit before circling your entrance, causing you to stop breathing.

His tongue entered you, and you moaned loudly, not caring how desperate you seemed as you bucked your hips as best as you could under his restraint. You wanted to reach out and take hold of his hair. You wanted him to keep going, but you knew well enough that he would stop. You knew he wouldn’t let you come, but you went along with it anyway, breathing messily as you drew closer to the edge.

His tongue didn’t let up until you stilled, so close that you could taste the release, but he pulled away as expected.

Ignoring your whines of protest, his lips found yours, and you immediately opened up your mouth to him, getting lost in him all over again. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

“Look at me,” he told you, so you did, scared of arguing in case he punished you any further. His eyes were dark, his face flushed and his hair awry.

Everything about him was hot, and you didn’t want to look away, especially when he bit his lip.

“These lips…”. He kissed you with a harsh softness. “Are mine”. His lips trailed down your body, kissing every part of you in that same way. “This body is mine”. His words and his voice laced with lust resonated in your core, and you moaned out for him. “You are mine. Do you understand?”.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good. Now turn over so I can fuck you”. Your body was heavy with exhaustion, but you did as he told you to do, pulling yourself up onto your knees and shivering at the lost contact. “Good girl”. You yelled out as his hand landed hard against your left cheek, and then even harder against your right.

“Fuck,” you cursed, obsessed with the way he was making you feel. Yoongi bought his hand down against your ass again, making you jump.

“What are you allowed to say?”.

“Y-Yoongi, ah,” you said, and he smacked your ass cheek again, this time in approval.

“Good girl”. His praise made you feel better than you ever thought it would, and excitement coursed through your veins as he pulled your underwear down, completely exposing you. He threw it aside and used one hand to pull your hair back, the other to align his cock with your entrance. “Hm… you’re dripping. I can’t wait to see you come all over my cock, Y/N”.

“Ah”. You clutched the sheets between your fingers at the feel of his tip entering you, slowly stretching you out before pulling back to slam into you, filling you up in an instant.

Your mind was gone, and you could think of nothing else but the bliss you felt as Yoongi thrust into you relentlessly, praising you on how wet you were, reminding you to stay still so he didn’t have to punish you.

“Ahh… baby, fuck”. He smacked your ass again and then squeezed your cheeks, whimpering at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. “Fuck!”.

“Yoongi,” you moaned, struggling to keep yourself in place as his pace picked up even further, filling you up more and more until he was bottoming out, tugging at your hair in his hand until you had to lift your head. “It’s… ah!”.

“You feel so good,” he told you, and there were tears in the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself coming to your climax once again. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re so good. You’re so tight and… fuck”.

“D-don’t stop!”. You knew that if he did, you wouldn’t be able to recover. His thrusts became harsher and harsher, the sounds of sex in the room making your insides melt. “Yoongi, please!”.

He let go of your hair and grabbed your hips, pumping into you with the intent of making you come hard.

“Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”.

“Yes!”. You couldn’t help it – your hands slipped a little, but Yoongi just used the new angle to fuck you harder, making you feel somehow even fuller.

His grunts and curses bought you closer and closer, until you crashed over the edge, coming so hard that you swore you could see stars.

Yoongi was not far behind, his pace growing sloppier and sloppier as he came inside you, saying your name in a quiet, strained voice as he did.

You collapsed onto your side the moment he released you, and a second later, he was lying beside you, the both of you breathing heavily.

It was only a few seconds until he wrapped his arms around your waist, smirking smugly at you.

“You’re going to say something cheesy, right?” you asked, already laughing. You could just tell from the confident look on his face.

“Actually, I was going to ask you if you preferred the movie to the book”.

My masterlist!

funny thing that happened today

i went to the toilet at uni and a girl came in right after me. so we were in the stalls and there was this awkward silence of ‘who’s gonna go first’. I decided to go first & started peeing, then as she joined in, there was this super loud fart that came from the stall she was in. she immediately stopped both peeing and farting. like it wasnt supposed to come out, the fart betrayed her. now if it was me, id be embarrassed so i thought maybe she was embarrassed too. there was another awkward silence…so i decided let out a loud fart as well, to give her the message that it’s ok, there is nothing to be ashamed of. like shrek once said “better out than in”. i think she got the message because few seconds later, she let it all out. she farted like her life depended on it, like she had been waiting for this moment all her life. i could feel the relief as she let it all free. it was amazing

long story short we’re fart friends now ((im not sure if she knows it tho)  and never be ashamed to let your ass play its anal acoustics freely

Dreams; PCY

Member: Chanyeol - EXO

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6.1k

a/n: second part to my double post, thank you for letting me achieve halfway to my goal - ♤

Summary: Having wet dreams about your best friend since diapers can’t be such a bad thing… right?


It was three things that lead to you having sex with your best friend.

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Just Breathe - Chapter 6

RATING: MATURE


Sample: 


Whispering across the force bond, I felt him breathe, “Goodnight, Rey. Thank you.”

 

I reached out myself. Everything was so much more simple through the force bond. “Thank you for what?

For forgiving me.”

 

“You apologized.”

 

“I’ve done plenty of things that are unforgivable, apology or not.”

 

This was too serious of a conversation to have right now. I was unsettled and lacking my usual bravery and gung-ho attitude. So I decided to instead give both us a little bit of peace for the night.

I forgave you. Goodnight, Ben.”

 



It felt like peace between herself and Ben was continuously a sentence away but completely impossible.

“I don’t think murdering people from your past is the solution!”

“The past is nothing but pain and misery that’s keeping you from reaching your full potential.”

“Murder seems like a very quick way to destroy any type of potential, in my opinion!”

“So murdering the Praetorian guards stunted your growth as an individual?”

“That was different!”

“Of course it was.” He huffed and another series of pebbles at the water’s edge went flying. If he kept force raging, it was going to take me hours to put everything back later. I snagged as many as I could mid throw and returned them to their place in the sand. “Ben, I need you to stop throwing things.”

The dramatics that ensued were truly ridiculous. Flashing a hard look at me, hair wild and messy, before he folded his arms and looked pointedly away. “So, using the force is wrong now too?”

The practically primitive snarl of frustration ripped from my own lips. “You are missing the whole point!”

In a millisecond, he had suddenly closed the three feet between us in one stride and was inches from my face. Voice low and controlled as he spoke, “What is the point Rey? Why did you want me here?”

It was like the world froze for a moment.

It came out in a whisper, “I wanted you here.”

His face softened and he took a shaky breath for a long moment with his eyes closed. Slowly and deliberately he raised both hands. His hands were so tender and smooth as he cradled my face with such a gentleness before lowering his own forehead to press softly against my own. Instinctually, my hands wrapped around his wrists and pulled myself closer to him. Shaky breathes came out of both us now.

Ben took a moment before speaking again, this time with such a quiet tone that I could barely hear it. “Can we just agree to disagree then? At least, for now?”

I considered this for a moment because I wasn’t the type to rug sweep things that were of conflict. Facing my problems head on was a forte of mine. But I wanted to be done fighting, the last few weeks had been nothing but fighting. Squeezing my eyes closed, “For now.”

I felt his intentions through the force bond before my mind genuinely registered what he was going to do now.

No!-

 

Ben carefully lowered himself to eye level before pressing his lips against mine. I stiffened instinctually as an upsurge of emotions rushed through my mind.  It only lasted the briefest of moments before the pressure disappeared. Opening my eyes, I saw red.


 

Clearly, I screwed up. Bloody hell, my thighs are burning.

 

“Rey?” Searching desperately for her with the force bond but the door was shut tight. To say I didn’t handle rejection well was probably true, but I wouldn’t let myself think of this as rejection. She didn’t look at me with pity and heart break as she did after the Praetorian guards. Her eyes burned with anger, like I had taken something from her. That I could feel guilty about.

I would have never imagined that I couldn’t keep up with her tiny frame, but she took those stairs at triple time and lost me by the umpteenth flight. Turning the corner, I seemed to have climbed my way in to a partially destroyed stone village. One small hut had either been recently destroyed and partially rebuilt, or this was one poor building plan.

Ok, so kissing her was maybe not the best idea.

But it just felt so right.

“Rey?”

Turning a corner, I spotted the tiny shape of her with her back to the front door of one of the huts. She was curled up in a ball, legs tucked up against her chest and chin resting on her knee caps. Oh Rey.

Approaching slowly, so she had plenty of time to spot me and tell me to screw off, before I carefully sat on the ground across from her. A good three feet separated us, but I had flash backs the last time she was on Ach-to.

The moment that I knew she was my future, whether or not she was willing to admit it.

I didn’t really know what to say, she wouldn’t look at me and kept her eyes trained on the ground. Her lower lip was probably going to need to see a med-droid at the rate she was chewing it. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Several minutes passed with me staring steadily at her face before she finally whispered.

“That was my first kiss, you’re an ass hole.”

Oh fuck.

 

“Oh fuck.”

I had never once fathomed for a minute that this beautiful and powerful woman had never been kissed. While I myself had never been exactly intimate with a woman, I had still had my fair share of kisses when I was younger. How had no man kissed this magnificent woman before? I had been to every edge of the galaxy and she was a par above every female in existence. Granted, this meant FN-2187’s chances of dying at my hands dropped significantly.

She scoffed and buried her face in her hands.

“Rey, I’m sorry. I would’ve never –“

“Never what?”

Her head had snapped up and she looked at me with pure animosity, tempting me to screw this up further. I took a deep breath and decided it was probably time to grovel. Earlier I had been right, I had taken something from her that she didn’t offer up to me. I would never do this again to her.

“I would’ve never invaded your personal space in that way. That wasn’t fair and I shouldn’t have assumed anything.”

Rey’s face carefully softened and I began to see the hurt and worry rise into her expression. She studied me for a moment before speaking, “Thank you. For the apology. I wasn’t expecting that.”

That was confusing. I couldn’t help but to inch forward, closer to her, since she no longer looked like she could skin me alive with my own light saber. “You weren’t expecting an apology?”

Rolling her eyes, her whole frame began to relax a little before she spoke, “An apology from the all mighty Supreme Leader? Not a chance.”

“There is some things any man should always apologize for.”

Surprise etched her face and the tiniest smile began to grow. She didn’t speak again, but she gave a tiny nod before returning her eyes to the ground.

Now that neither one of us was screaming or about to cry, I felt secure enough to glance around at my surroundings. Darkness was beginning to fall and these odd shaped birds kept running past and squabbling with each other on the way to their nests. Nests that seem to be everywhere now that I’m paying attention. “What are these things?” I asked, while watching on trot past and trip flat on to its face before popping up and carrying on.

“Porgs!” My Rey was back, she had a huge smile on her face. “They are funny little things, Chewie made friends with a whole bunch of them. I have like a whole family of Porgs on the Millennium Falcon at the moment.”

Returning her smile, I watched at the same Porg proceeded to trip again on the way to his nest for the night. “They seem to be nesting for the night. Shall we do the same?”

“Oh!” Surprised, she began to look around as well. The sun was practically completely set at this point and darkness was falling. She went to scramble to her feet and instinctually I offered my hand to support her. I wouldn’t have offered it if I had thought at all about what had just happened. Assuming that she wanted or needed my physical touch had gotten us in to quite the mess, one I wasn’t very sure she had forgiven me for. She looked at it hard for a moment before gently placing her petite palm to mine and resting her weight on it to get up.

Relief washed over me.

I followed her in to suit and climbed to my own feet while she surveyed the disappearing sun.


 

It is almost night.

 

No part of this afternoon had gone to plan. I honestly thought it would be me and Ben calmly talking through everything that had happened. But a full blown fight that ended with him kissing me? No, not at all. Don’t get me wrong, I had daydreamed for hours about kissing him. But never like this. Not in the midst of a fight.

No, I wanted to kiss him when he had chosen the right side of the fight.

When had chosen me in all honesty.

But I could think about this whole mess later. I could especially think of the Ben Solo lowering himself to the dirt of Ach-to just to apologize to me. A prince apologizing to a scavenger – Ok, I could really think about this later. Blushing, I began to brain storm what to do next.

“I guess we should find a place to stay the night.”

“Where did you use to sleep when you were here last?” Ben’s voice was deep and controlled, but I caught a hint of curiosity in his tone.

“Well, I slept outside this hut one night before I moved in to a spare hut. But it’s not exactly here anymore…” My cheeks burned warmer.

Ben glanced in the direction of the rocks remains of my old hut, but didn’t say a word about it. I decided to keep talking before he could formulate any questions. “I don’t feel comfortable staying in Luke’s hut here. There was only one other unlocked hut the last time I was here. What about your ship?”

“No bunks, just a cargo unit.”

“Oh ok, well the Millennium Falcon has several beds –“

I caught his stone cold expression.

“-which clearly still isn’t an option.”

At this point, my cheeks were boiling. Our only real option was to stay in the hut together tonight. There were several cots in there the last time I had poked my head in, so it wouldn’t be the galaxy’s most awkward thing but it was bound to be close to it. His voice was soft, “Are you comfortable sharing the spare hut?”

I glanced back to face him and was surprised to find him only several inches away. It seemed to surprise himself and he immediately shuffled back a few inches with a worried expression. Trying to be nonchalant and not just like the adult woman who had just cried over her first kiss, “Yeah, yeah of course. I’ll show you where it was.”

Ben followed several feet behind, careful to keep his distance now that I had recovered from my melt down. I edged the old creaky door open of the hut and was happy to see that no Porgs or natives had moved in. A random collection of old dusty furniture littered the circular space, but most importantly an assortment of various sized cots remained. I could spot one that I was sure could hold Ben’s massive frame relatively comfortably. “Will this do?” I asked, feeling almost timid.

“Of course.”

Carefully stepping around me, he made his way to the cot that I had noticed and began to strip off his outer garments. I decided that I might as well do the same and try to give him some privacy. I had already seen him without a shirt, but it was rude to stare. Managing to maintain a steady blush throughout this entire blood event, I found a cot a few from his that looked to be in relatively good shape and only mildly lumpy. A dusty blanket thrown across it reminded me, “Oh! Ben, it gets pretty cold at night around here so fair warning. Last time the blankets did barely anything to keep me warm, I ended up having to build a fire which this hut isn’t designed for.”

I glanced over my shoulder to see his bare back and snapped my face forward again. Why must he always be naked? Only kicking off my boots, I shook out the blanket and crawled under it swiftly. I managed to do all of this while keeping my back to him, because he was always naked. I had only been settled for a moment before a sudden weight was being pressed upon me. Jumping before I registered that suddenly Ben was next to my bed, carefully spreading his cloak over my blanket.

“Wait, you don’t have to. Won’t you be cold?”

He looked at me hard for a moment, before taking one hand and with a feather light touch brushed my cheek with the tips of his fingers.

“I’ll be fine.”

His practically naked-self vanished into the darkness of the hut and I could hear his cot settle as he stretched out upon it. Whispering across the force bond, I felt him breathe, “Goodnight, Rey. Thank you.”

 

I reached out myself. Everything was so much more simple through the force bond. “Thank you for what?

For forgiving me.”

 

“You apologized.”

 

“I’ve done plenty of things that are unforgivable, apology or not.”

 

This was too serious of a conversation to have right now. I was unsettled and lacking my usual bravery and gung-ho attitude. So I decided to instead give both us a little bit of peace for the night.

I forgave you. Goodnight, Ben.”

 


“Ben, Ben wake up!” A small hand grasped my shoulder firmly and shook. Startling, I sprung to sitting up position and nearly threw Rey off balance. My eyes adjusted almost instantly and I registered I was not only freezing but somehow covered in a cold sweat. Rey’s hair had shaken loose from her usual up do and fell in a wavy mess around her face. The only parts of her exposed was the one tiny hand and her porcelain face, as every other square inch was wrapped up neatly in my cloak for warmth. She trembled slightly, a look of worry panging her expression.

“What’s going on?” My voice croaked.

“I think you were having a nightmare, you were thrashing around and mumbling.” Chewing her lip, I couldn’t get over how damn worried she looked and how it made my heart struggle to work properly.

I couldn’t help but to shiver from the icy cold of the air and tried to rack my brain for what I had been dreaming of. The dream swarmed in my mind, and I knew instantly it was not dream at all. It was my last meeting with my father. Pain seared through my heart and my breath hitched.

“Ben?”

My hands clenched the feeble old blanket that was laying across my waist. Suddenly, I felt her small hand on my neck and I was suddenly able to breathe. “Ben, are you ok?”

I had never lied to her, but this was the most truthful I had ever been with her. I shook my head and trembled from the reality of the situation. I had murdered my father. Suddenly, Rey was everywhere.

In a split second, she had climbed in to my bed and cast my cloak over both of us for warmth. All before pushing her tiny body against my chest and hugging me fiercely. It was out of my control in how instantaneously my arms wrapped around her lower back and pulled her down with me as I laid back and buried my face in her shoulder.  It was the most reassuring feeling in the world having her body pressed to mine. “Just breathe. Everything is ok, just breathe alright?” She whispered, trying desperately to soothe me.

“But it’s not Rey-“

“It is Ben. Now just breathe and try to go to sleep? Everything will be better in the morning.” Her voice had some emotion in it that I couldn’t pin down. I loosened my hold around her waist and tried to readjust her so that I could see her face in the dimness. She refused to cooperate and shifted herself so that she had half of herself draped across my chest and her face was using my shoulder as a pillow.

I would be an idiot not to enjoy this.

Wrapping the arm closest to her around the small of her back again, I bravely let my other hand seek to find the fingers resting my chest. With a desperate tenderness, I laced my own scarred fingers with her delicate silk ones and took a deep breath. She didn’t pull away.

“Rey, I –“

“Ben, let’s try to go to sleep.”

She was going to stay like this? With me?

“Goodnight, Ben.”

“Goodnight, Rey.”

obsessive-nymph  asked:

Hey there!! I just want to say that i LOVE your blog, it's so interesting and funny and magical and colorful and just, the perfect blog about Kuroshitsuji that i know~ 😇💕 Ok, so my question is that if you think that Lizzy was suspicious about Our!Ciel's true identity before the whole thing with Bravat started? Cause' i just re-read chapter 66 and on the 8th page seems like Lizzy had a moment of realization or maybe shock because of Our!Ciel's "idk what u talkin' about" face, but idk 😦

Thanks! :D

Yes, many people wonder why Lizzy didn’t notice anything and become suspicious of our Ciel until recently, but like you said, she did notice and she was suspicious!! For example, she noticed that the “Ciel” who returned from captivity was smaller than her, she also noticed that he didn’t call her “Lizzy” like he used to do (ch58).

She noticed that Ciel was coughing in Campania arc (ch56).

She also noticed in the Easter chapter that our Ciel didn’t remember certain events from their childhood .

She noticed all these little oddities and that’s why she eventually tested our Ciel by lying to him about the Easter eggs 

and our Ciel didn’t realise it was a lie and fell for it.

And this occurrence reinforced Lizzy’s doubts

and caused her a lot of distress…

of which Blavat then took advantage in the current arc :/

So yeah, what we really need is a flashback from her POV where we can see what she was truly thinking in those scenes.