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An Ocean Away - Part One

Lin x Reader

Word Count- 2,007

Warnings- Maybe a couple of swear words, but nothing apart from that.

A/N- This is my first fanfic and I hope you like it. The Hamilton Broadway/Hamilton London/Moana timelines don’t match up but put it down to creative license! All feedback is massively appreciated!

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EXO Reaction: You have a slight stutter and someone makes fun of it

Hey hey! Just gotta say that I love you blog!! Could I please have a EXO scenario where the reader has a slight stutter (since I have one myself) and how they would like act of someone like made fun of it please?? Thank you xx


Sehun will secretly adore your stutter, in fact whenever he goes on tour that’s one of the first things he’ll miss about you. The two of you had been together for a long enough time that he didn’t even notice your stutter anymore, that is until a rude teenager who recognized Sehun decided to make fun of you for it. Let me tell you, Sehun would be livid. He won’t show any mercy on the person as his sass came out he said how a person’s way of speaking or how their body works isn’t something that can be changed or should ever be made fun of. Sehun would transition into how much he loved and would just be yelling how great you are at the teen. After the whole ordeal he’d turn to you and make sure you’re okay; cradling your head to his chest.

Originally posted by wooyoung


Baek fell completely head-over-heels for your stutter, and found it extremely endearing. He’d always compliment how cute you are, and on days when you’re more hard on yourself he’ll always say how any “imperfections” can always be beautiful, and you certainly are beautiful. One day, the two of you were sitting in a coffee shop, when the table across from the two of you heard you talking. It was a group of greasy boys, one of them standing up and making a shrewd comment about your stutter, to which the others laughed and encouraged him to continue. However, Beakhyun didn’t let them finish, as he stood up and made his way over to their table. 

“You need to apologize to her/him.” He’d demand, trying desperately to keep his cool. Once they were scared into submission by his aura, he took you by the hand and lead you two home. The rest of the day was spent with him complimenting you and doing everything he could to make you happy. 

Originally posted by solobaekhyuns

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Presenting: Scorpius…the rapper. (I’m so sorry - I don’t know what any of this is.)

Doodle inspired in part by the incredible works of @platinasi. 😄Wishing you luck on the upcoming national nursing license exams!! ✨

-Yes, that’s supposed to be the Time-Turner on his chain. Gleams like gold, just the way the Malfoys like it. True, only the adults use this one in Cursed Child, but let’s just ignore that, okay?

-So I like to think Scorpius’s propensity for singing + killer pun game + tendency toward wordiness in general = rapper potential.


-But you can’t deny that the boy who gave us “engorgimpressed” and “it’s time that time-turning became a thing of the past” wouldn’t be able to spit some clever rhymes. Plus he genuinely sings nearly every other line in the play so he’s clearly musically inclined.

-The biggest challenge he faces is choosing a rapper name to use during the one (1) week (albeit the longest week of poor Albus’s life) that he spends fixating on this potential career path. There are simply too many to choose from. I mean…

(Btw, Albus is normal, Scorpius is italics.)

-“Scorpius the Dreadless”

-“Malfoy the Unanxious”

-“Scorpion King”

-“Son of the Dark Lord” “Do you really want more people to call you that?” “I thought maybe I should just embrace it…”

-“Pepper Imp” “Scorpius, no, you can’t call yourself that.” “But there’s a Muggle rapper named after a Muggle candy! Have you ever tried Muggle candy? It’s fan-taaastic!”

-“$corpiu$” “We’re supposed to be English, remember?” “Oh, right…”

-“MC Awkward” (I shit you not, I took a rapper name quiz as Scorpius and this is what it came up with for him.)

-“Floorpius. It’ll make more sense when I’m famous for my breakdancing. I’m playing the long game, Albus.” “Please…no more-pius.” (Credit to @ohscorbus for coining “Floorpius.” Bless you for this gem.✨)

-“Hyper.i.on.am” “But you’ve changed it.” “So?” “So it’s technically not your middle name anymore.” “It’s close.” “It won’t make sense now, Scorpius.” “But I’m…so hyper…”

-“Master Malfoy…It’s what our House-elf calls me…”

-“Hyper Ion” “That’s not even clever.”

-“Lil Scorpy” “OKAY, ALBUS! THANK YOU FOR THE SUGGESTION.” “No, no, Scorpius, I was kidding - it was a joke!” “NOPE. I LIKE IT. CALL ME THAT.” “S-scorpius…p-please…I’m begging you…no.”

*12 hours later*

-“Scorpioncé” “Go to sleep, Scorpius.”

-He’s also definitely tried to commit the Twelve Uses of Dragon’s Blood to memory via rap. 

-And on one hand, I think Scorpius probably listens to songs and is entirely oblivious to any and all innuendo present, but on the other hand…engorgimpressed.


Fandom: Little Witch Academia | Pairing: DianAkko / DiAkko

Word Count: 1,446 | Read Time: ~ 6 minutes

A continuation of Misconceptions

It was a kiss like Akko had never experienced before, but mainly because Akko had never been kissed before. It was warm, wet, soft, savory, dream-like. Maybe because it was a dream? At the time it didn’t matter to her, all that mattered was the fact that Diana’s lips were pressed into hers with such gentle passion, that all Akko could do was close her eyes and hum with pleasure as her spine buckled into the wall. It felt so real, she was sure it was, but the moment her eyes opened, all she could see was the top bunk looming overhead along with the faint edges of dust particles as they waltzed in morning sun. It was Saturday.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write more about the prince Nico / bakery fic you wrote a while ago??

Part 1

“Long live the blood of Hades, heirs be damned. Poor man lost his wife and both children. He remarried, but she can’t produce heirs. I fear our kingdom will be turned over to one of King Hades’ brothers.” Will didn’t care much for listening in on other’s conversations, usually what the commoners spoke in the shop had little interest to Will, but the topic of the prince always intrigued Will. Something about the phrase reminded him of something.

“Now, his son is still alive. He’s an heir.”

“It’s what the guards speak in the castle. Is he, now? He would be nineteen by now, and undoubtedly married. And yet he has not been seen since the princess died nine years ago.”

Long live the blood of Hades, heirs be damned.

The boy told him that, many years ago.

“He must be alive. King Hades would tell us if he had passed.” Will didn’t notice the people were waiting for their bread until one of them pounded on the counter.

“If you burn my bread, William-!” Will scrambled to pull it out of the oven, handing it to the man. With a grunt, the man took the bread and left the shop with his companion, grumbling about noisy children. Will was eft alone with his thoughts and the words of the men about the prince. The boy’s face appeared in Will’s mind.


Will found himself waiting for the boy to arrive on Tuesday. All morning he had been preparing the boy’s loaf and making sure that the cookies were still warm. It was raining, but Will didn’t think that it would bother the boy enough to stop him from coming, it was probably the only time he could get any bread for the week for his family.

He arrived just before the sun set, the last rays casting a warm glow around his head, almost like a crown. Will smiled at him. “I’ve already got it ready.” He handed him the loaf and the pastry, and the boy handed him a gold coin. Will frowned, “that’s not how much this costs. This is almost triple.”

“Consider it a gift. For nine years of service. You bread has helped much more then you will ever know.” The boy gave Will a hesitant smile and slipped out of the shop before Will could stop him.


“William! Did you hear?” One of the boys Will found acquaintance with came running into the shop.

“Hear what?” Will was up to his elbows in dough, and had been since long before the sun rose in the sky.

“The prince! The prince has returned from death! He was never even dead at all, William!” Henry laughed. “King Hades announced him as his heir this morning! Have you had your head in the oven?”

Will was stunned. “I must have,” Will pulled his hands out of the dough, wiping them on his pants. “I knew he wasn’t dead.”

“The king is hosting a celebration! Today! Now! Come join in William!” Henry dashed out of the shop and Will followed behind, his mind lingering on the boy, hoping he would be there.

I am now going to consume some raw cookie dough

5 years later
  • awakened past!Allen: jesus how did this happen
  • Nea: idk, you fucked up first bruh
  • past!Allen: did not. why were we clowns... what. just what happened to Mana?
  • Nea: he McFreakin' lost it
Lust Potion (M)

Part 2/? of my Halloween series

►Character: BTS’s J-Hope || You

►Summary:  Hoseok is an immortal wizard, who expertise in sex-related potions and spells

►Genre: Smut; Wizard!Hoseok

►Word Count:  4, 327

© Inspired by this prompt by @nsfw-auideas

© to @booverie​ for the original Witching Hour idea

I seriously recommend Witching Hour by @booverie​ . I would make my own rec list too later so if you have any good fic to recommend to me, please send me a message

The small bell on top of the door rang, signaling your entrance. The strong scent of herbs tickled your nose as you stepped in further in the corner shop with vintage interior and exterior that made it look almost mysterious. There’s not even signage, only certain people that would know the purpose of this shop. Sunshine flooded the room through the windows, lighting the vials and jars filled with different liquids, potions, arranged on the shelves and tables. Some were even filled with different roots and herbs. You looked around the cozy shop, looking for the owner but didn’t see anyone. Continuing to marvel at the jars, you didn’t noticed that a pair of eyes was watching you. Hoseok watched as your eyes twinkled upon seeing the potions lined on the shelves of his shop, reading the labels with wide eyes, like a naive child. A small smile lingered on his lips, he leaned against the frame of the doorway behind the oak register counter, his arms crossed with his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbow. “Can I help you, miss?” His sudden voice makes you flinch. You turned towards the owner of the voice only to be greeted with a figure propped against the doorframe. You swallowed, suddenly feeling your throat tightening; your fingers fiddle with the hem of your cardigan, suddenly feeling self-conscious in front of the handsome stranger. His hair perfectly falls on his forehead stopping just above his eyebrows with a middle part. His eyes almost seem like they were filled with the sunshine, his smile was worth a million dollar that made your heart melt. He pushed away from the door frame to circle the counter before swiftly approaching you, as if he was gliding through the air. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” When he was just a few centimeters away, you noticed that he was so tall, towering over your form. He held out his hand towards you. “I’m Hoseok. The owner of this shop.” You shyly placed your hand in his calloused one curtly replying with your name, feeling the rough skin warm against yours, he bows his head down before placing a small kiss on your knuckles. “I’m assuming a lovely lady like you has her own purpose of coming here, if you could tell me I would gladly help you.” You blushed at his words, feeling the heat spread to the tip of your ears.

Hoseok is a wizard who sells different kind of potions, and he’s infamous for his sex related potions. Being a virgin, you were curious as how the sensation of having real sex with a man would feel like, so here you are trying to buy a vial of sensation from him except you didn’t expect that he would be this good looking. You were expecting an older man with a thick mustache that would judge everyone that stepped in his shop. He motions towards a set of iron garden chairs and table, surrounded with lively greeneries and flowers. You nodded before following him. He pours you a cup of steaming tea, knowing so well that he had casted a spell to keep it warm, and to help you calm down. Muttering a quiet thank you, you cradled the small clay cup in your palm, feeling the warmness seep through your skin. Hoseok smiled, encouraging you to take a sip which you did. The hot liquid shocks your taste buds but quickly melts away all your nervousness, warming up your body. You sighed before giving him a small smile. “Now we can talk. Since you know the existence of this shop, I’m assuming you’re a magic user too?” You look up at him briefly before nodding curtly. “I’m just a spell caster.” He nodded. “Well, I’ll be gladly help you with anything, just ask away.” You swallowed, before taking a deep breath. “I-I… would like to purchase… a sensation.” Hoseok’s eyes brighten upon registering your stuttering. He grinned. “Yes… Sure… Lots of girls came by to purchase that too. Your boyfriend hasn’t been doing his job quite well aren’t he?” Hoseok chuckled at his own joke. You flushed upon hearing his comment. “Please wait for a while…” He was about to get up before you cut him off. “A-Actually… Hmm… I didn’t have a boyfriend.” He stopped, his eyes fixed on your flushed face, your soft hair falling down as you dropped your face in embarrassment. “I-I’m… actually a… virgin. I want to feel… what’s it like…” He sat back on his seat, his lips slightly ajar and his eyes blinking a few time at you. “Ohh… that’s a first.” You silently cursed at yourself. ‘Too much details for fuck sake Y/N. You should just keep that to yourself.’ You were about to laugh it off when Hoseok’s words made you halt. “In that case I would gladly be a help to you. I mean, why would you need a spell for that when you can actually have a real man to do that for you right?” You blinked at him, startled at his blatant offer. He just said casually, so casually with that bright grin of his.

Silence filled the air as you raked through your brain to think of an answer for that when he laughed. “I was just saying, no need to pressure yourself on that. I respect it if you want to keep your chasteness. But the offer is still up though.” He winked at you with a small mischievous smirk before getting up, strolling towards the shelves of potions and books. Instantaneously you got up, making the metal chair scrape against the marble floor. “I-I would take that offer.” He stilled, his steps were halfway through. You could feel your cheeks burn, beginning to regret your decision now. You pondered between taking it back and laughing it off or just running out of the shop and never look back again when Hoseok slowly turned towards you. Your heart missed a beat when your eyes meet his. There was a glint of lust as they briefly raked through your nervous form. Hoseok turned his body around before taking a long stride towards you, the heels of his slicked black shoes clacking against the floor. You flinched, backing away from him spontaneously. He leaned down a bit, to level his face with yours, his arms crossed over his broad chest. You swallowed, before collecting your courage to look up at his face. He was furrowing a bit, his eyes bore into yours as if searching your mind. “Are you sure about this, Y/N. I mean, you wanted to lose your virginity to a stranger right now.” His words hit you like a bullet. You are beginning to hesitate, but he offered it first, right? He stepped forward making you hastily taking a step back. “I’m a possessive man, Y/N. If you accept my offer that means that you would submit your whole self to me. You would belong only to me once I take your virginity.” His voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down your spine. The sudden idea of belonging to this hot wizard burnt your body, you pressed your thighs together trying to tone down the arousal developing deep inside of you. Hoseok pulled back before taking a few step backward, giving you your space. He smiled. “Think of it first. Go back home and have a thorough thought about it. Come back tonight after I’ve closed if you still stand your decision. If not, you can come back tomorrow to retrieve your sensation potion, for free.” He ruffled your hair a bit before retreating towards the counter. “W-What time… should I come tonight?” You stuttered the question before he could disappear; he stopped before looking back at you. “Eleven would be good.” You nodded, before curtly bowing to him, bidding a quick goodbye before dashing out of the shop. Hoseok tucked his hands into his pants pockets, watching as you passed by his front window, your tiny lips captured between your teeth and the apple of your cheek flushed. He smirked, before chuckling. The thought of being your first stirred his guts, suddenly feeling his pants tightening at the thought of having your naked body sprawled on his crispy white cotton sheet. He groaned before retreating back inside. Hoseok had seen you a few times before around the town, and he knew you’ve been fantasizing over him. He purposely asked you to come by midnight. Apparently you didn’t know that. At midnight, where his powers were at their peak, strongest, is called the witching hour by the magic users. Spell casters weren’t born with magic, they just practice spells from books so that explains why you didn’t knew about it. As one of the most powerful immortal wizards, Hoseok loves to keep his profile low. Unlike his fellow coven, he doesn’t like the spotlight, so he decided to open a small shop after he finished his magic school. Tonight, he was sure that you would come. Now, how is he supposed to run his shop when he’s that hard. He sighed. Looks like he would need his potion for himself.

You debate with yourself. This is your virginity you’re talking about. If you decide to accept his offer then you’ll be his. You blushed again at the thought of being his. His handsome face flooded your mind, you can’t stop the grin that crept on your face as his bright smile came back to you. ‘I mean… he’s not entirely a stranger. You’ve seen him a few times at the supermarket. And he’s really hot when his eyebrows knitted while focusing on the jam’s bottle label.’ You squealed in your palm. Taking a deep breath you bit back your grin before skipping home. You’ve come to your a decision. You begin to think of what would you wear, halting in your step before turning back around towards the bus stop. ‘Maybe I need some new lingerie too.’ You giggled.

The night couldn’t fall any quicker. You were strolling down the quiet streets, your fingers tight on the strap of your back. Pushing your hair behind your ear, you looked around. The streets were well lit by the street lights. You could see Hoseok’s shop coming into your sight. You can’t help but blush at what you were about to do. Well, there’s no backing out now. You took a deep breath before proceeding towards his front door. The shop was dark, you frowned when a small yellow sticky note grabbed your attention. ‘There’s another door on the other side ;) -JHS’ You took a left turn to follow Hoseok’s direction, walking down a bit before coming through a small alley. There’s a door with an antique lamp lighting it’s way. You gingerly took a step towards it. Pressing on the small button, you could hear the loud ding echoing through the building. The door flew open, revealing Hoseok with a small towel on his head, his wet hair hung down his forehead indicating that he was just done with showering. His lips broke into a wide grin upon seeing you standing there. “Ahh, you’re here. Quite early.” Your face fell as you hastily look at your watch. 11:10 pm. frowning you looked up only to see Hoseok biting back a grin. “So cute…” He’s ribbing you. A small pout broke on your lips. “What…” He chuckled before he laced his fingers with yours, eyes glowing with mirth behind his dark, damp hair. Heat bloomed on the peak of your cheek as Hoseok lead you inside. You glanced around. It’s quite spacious inside. The door that you came through was linked with his work area where he produces all the potions, another door lead to a room that seems to be a living room. Shelves of thick bound books lined the walls, a small brick fireplace in between and there’s a spiral staircase that leads upstairs besides a small but well equipped kitchen, an island counter separated the kitchen with the living room. Hoseok chucked the towel on a leather couch arranged in front of the fireplace, gently tugging you towards the staircase. Ascending the staircase, he looked back towards you, smiling gently as his thumb draws circle on your hand. You felt your heart skipped a beat at his comforting gesture.

Once you reached the second floor, you marveled at the view. It’s his bedroom. It was cozy, with the yellow lights giving the romantic feels, the bed tucked at a corner with a light grey comforter and white pillows. A huge mahogany table rested on the opposite side of the room, situated in front of a huge window overlooking the small city. Hoseok had let go of your hand, watching as you took in the surrounding, awing at his room. He smiled, padding towards a small bar before pouring a drink for you, to calm you down. He handed the crystal glass to you, you thanked him before accepting the glass, the auburn liquid swirling inside. Taking a sip, you let it soothe down your nerves, burning your throat a little, the bitter aftertaste lingered on your taste buds. Hoseok mimicked your action, his eyes never left your face as you continued to look around the room. The picture frames on the wall near his study desk caught your attention. Cradling the glass in one hand, you took off your bag before setting it on the floor, near his table with a small thud before proceeding towards the frames. Hoseok watched, mesmerized at how you always find things to marvel at, so naive, pure. The frames perfectly framed the pictures of Hoseok along with his coven. They all look so young, beautiful too. You turned to look at him, who was standing beside you, starring warmly at the pictures. “They’re like brothers to me.” You adverted your sight back to the pictures, a smile also curved on your lips. They must be really close for him to call them his brothers. Hoseok turned towards you, he set his glass on the table before doing the same with yours. Lacing his fingers around the curves of your waist, he pulls you closer to him. Suddenly feeling so petite in his towering form, you swallowed, your eyes looking everywhere but at him. Hoseok smiles coyly, watching you flustered in his arm. He grazed his finger on your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone, making you tilt your head upward. Your eyes flickered to his, the warm brown gleam under the amber lights. Compelled, you can’t look away as his face closed the distance, his thumb nimbly stroking your chin.

Hoseok dipped his head down, his eyes dropped to your rosy lips. He paused, searching for any hesitance but found nothing. Softly, Hoseok pressed his lips against yours, giving a chaste kiss. His plump lips melt against yours perfectly, fluttering your eyes close as your breath stuck in your lungs. Nimbly your arms circled his neck, securing yourself as your knees begin to tremble. Hoseok took this as a green light for him as he deepened the kiss, feeling you melt under his touch, his fingers played across your back, the other one wrapped around your waist to mold your body against his. You sighed, feeling heat spread on your cheek as you gave in, falling under his spell. Hoseok brushed his tongue on your lips, coaxing them open before slipping in swiftly, caressing every nook of your cavern. You gasped when his tongue took control, massaging yours. You’ve never kissed like this before. He tasted of mint with a slight bitter note of coffee. Your cheeks turned a shade darker, your fingers clutched on his shirt. Breaking away from the kiss, you gasped for air, Hoseok heaved a breath, his fingers found their way on your cheeks once again, caressing them as your head tilted upwards, your eyes in daze as they stare up at him. He smirked, before lifting you up making you yelp, hoisting you up on his hip. He carried you effortlessly towards the bed, slowly dropping you on the soft mattress. The comforter crippled underneath you, you stared up at Hoseok who was hovering above you, craving for the taste of his lips against yours once again. As if reading your mind, he leaned down to kiss you once again, more passionate this time. You wrapped your arm around his neck, burying your fingers into his damp lock, timidly tugging on his cold scalp. He sighed, his fingers dancing up and down the side of your waist. Tempted to feel your skin against his, he pulls your top off, revealing your hidden body, almost forgetting that it’s your first time. Breaking away from the kiss you shared, only to take your top off before latching his lips to your jaw, scattering kisses down to your neck and collarbone, nipping at the thin skin there. You felt he tugged on your jeans, looking up to you, searching for your permission this time. You nodded curtly, enough for him to catch it. Unbuttoning your jeans, he pulled the heavy fabric down, revealing your skin inch by inch. Goosebumps flooded your skin, making you shiver when Hoseok pulled your jeans off one leg at a time. Not wanting for you to feel left out, he pull his shirt off, exposing his broad, built chest, the muscles of his biceps ripple when he hovers above you, his arm supporting his body on either side of your waist.

You swallowed, Hoseok ran his sight all over your body, your thighs that were clamped together, rubbing against each other and your lingerie clad body, the dark color complementing your skin perfectly like how your thick mane framed your face making Hoseok’s finger ache to run through them. He inwardly groaned when his eyes met yours. Your hooded lids making your eyes darken with your swollen lips jutted out, tempting him. Tempted he lowered his head to capture your lips once again, sucking on your bottom lip to make it bloom red. Your breath hitched when he crashed his lips against yours, suddenly feeling a surge of energy rushing through your veins, intoxicating you and making you float higher into oblivion. You could feel every part of your body came to life, your fingertips tingled as your toes curled at the sudden rush of energy. Was it Hoseok? Is he using his magic on you? Your mind was clouded, too hazy that you didn’t even noticed that Hoseok had slipped his fingers into your panties. Breaking away from his addicting lips, you gasped, both for air and the feeling of his thick digit sliding into your sopping wet channel. Your nails dug into his arms, letting yourself drown into the lust, feeling his finger scrape against your sensitive wall. Slowly pumping in and out of you, Hoseok slyly added another finger, letting his heightened magic flow through your body through his two digit inside of you. You arched your back, a lewd cry tumbled out of your parted lips, your eyes screw shut as your eyebrows creased. “W-Wait…your magic…it’s too much.” Hoseok smirked, not pulling back instead he just let his now at peak power flow through you, watching with a coy smirk on his face as your lips parted and your eyebrows knitted together. “Why…how…” He lowered his body, bracing himself on his elbow while his fingers still pumping in you, feeling your juice leak into your drenched panties. “Ever heard of the witching hour, sweetheart. It’s when our magic is the most powerful, usually at midnight, until the dawn.” You let the new information sink in your clouded mind, suddenly feeling so small under his powerful figure, and magic. He’s literally your senior, possessing stronger power than you, a mere spell caster. Abruptly he pulled out of you, making you whimper, your hip reflexively bucked. Hoseok licked his fingers clean, drawing back to pull his sweatpants down, releasing his rigid shaft that curved against his lower stomach. You swallowed as you take in his size, nervousness started to claw back into your mind. When Hoseok touched your bare thigh, a jolt went through your body, goosebumps appearing on your skin. His fingers curled under the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs before coming up towards your upper body, unclipping your bra and sliding it off your shoulders, revealing your perky rosy nipples. Catching the bouncy flesh in his big hands, he gave them a small squeeze before dipping his head down, flicking his tongue on the hardened tip. Your breathy moan echoed through the room. Caressing your body, he pulled your thighs apart, settling himself in between before aligning his bulbous tip against your leaking lower lips. You swallowed, waiting for it to come through but it didn’t. You looked up, meeting his eyes, his furrowed brows. Hoseok leaned down, grazing his lips against yours in a soft kiss, he could feel your tense body underneath him. He didn’t want you to be nervous; he wants you to feel good, to be pleasured. So he let his magic flow through you again, flooding his vein along with the pheromone almost to the point that he could literally glow from it.

You moaned into his mouth, your arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. Feeling you were relaxed once again, he decided to slide into you unnoticed, going in as slowly as he can, sighing once feeling your velvety channel wrapped around his rigid member. Your back arched against his chest, you departed from his lips to throw your head back, releasing a drawled out moan of his name. With his magic overwhelming you, you hardly felt any pain as he broke through your barrier, his hard length stretched you open, caressing every inch perfectly. You claw his back, sinking in deeper into the wave of lust. Hoseok paused deep inside of you, cursing underneath his ragged breath, his jaw clenched at his tight you are, sucking him in, he felt like he would just come right at the moment. Taking time to steady himself, Hoseok fisted the gray comforter underneath you. Groaning, he planted his lips on your shoulder; his head fell on the mattress beside you. “Gosh, you feel so good.” You mewled, begging him to move. Your body was jolting with his pure magic, making you addicted and wanting to feel more of him. Complying, he moves slowly, pulling back until he was just an inch inside before sliding back inside to the hilt. He repeated his action making you mewl. Your perky breasts crashed against his chest, Hoseok leaned his forehead against yours as he gradually increased his speed upon your begging. Your moans and mewls are like music to his ears, he held in the urge to capture them into a jar for his personal use, only decided to embed the image of you writhing underneath him instead deep into his darkest mind. You could feel something coiling inside your belly, your tights clamping on his hip, your fingers twisted the fabric underneath you in an attempt to anchor yourself. “Hoseok…” His eyes flew open when he felt your slick core tightening around his shaft. “Let it go, sweetheart. Come for me. Come, sweetheart.” The coil inside of you snapped, your back bowed away from the mattress, a cry of his name filled the room, along with his grunts as his pace had become sloppy, his hip slapped against yours, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin tempted him over his edge. With a deep growl of your name, he exploded with his own orgasm, filling you with his warm ejaculation. You could feel his member twitch inside of your sensitive channel. Your hands caressed his arms as he slumped on top of you. Regulating his breath, Hoseok pulled himself out of you, making his seed leak out of you. You moaned at the sudden emptiness, your body buzzed with the aftermath of your lewd acts with Hoseok. Closing your eyes, you let the fatigue took over when you felt Hoseok’s strong arms pull you closer, sighing as he enveloped you into his embrace. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and waist, caressing your back in a soothing circle. “Don’t fall asleep yet, we’re not done.” Your eyes flew open upon hearing Hoseok uttered those words. He smirked; you flinched as you felt the rush of energy again. “Until dawn, remember.”


Hoseok watched your sleeping form on his bed; your chest heaving up and down in a calm pace, the comforter covered your naked skin, only leaving your shoulders exposed. He smirked, his eyes scanned your calm expression, stopping on your collarbone, decorated with blooming purple marks. Leaning down, he grazes the back of his hand on your jaw, down the column of your neck and hovered above your chest, where you heart is. Hushing a spell, he watched as amber light siphoned from your chest, hovering in his palm. The corner of his lips lifted, his eyes glow ominously, feeling pride swell in his chest. You stirred in your sleep but made no other action to wake up. Hoseok caressed your hair before getting up slowly, cradling the glowing aura in his hand. Padding towards his study table, towards the waiting vial of clear liquid, he whispered a few spells before letting the glowing aura fill the small jar. Stuffing it close with a cork, Hoseok smirked, lifting it to watch the amber liquid glow, a rectangular label hanging on the side of the small bottle. ‘Virgin Sex’

Setting it back on the table, Hoseok glanced at the clock. An hour left until the sunrise, yet he could still feel his magic rushing through his veins. With a Cheshire grin, he stalked towards your sleeping form, his dark eyes fixed on you, his prey.

Scan - George’s handwritten lyrics for ‘Dehra-Dun.’ Scanned from Living in the Material World.

The song’s title references a town in India, and was written by George during The Beatles’ stay in Rishikesh - a snippet can also be heard being performed by George on the ukulele in The Beatles Anthology, taped in June 1994. Apparently, the circulating bootleg version was recorded at Abbey Road by George on 26 May 1970 (according to The British Beatles Fan Club).

(The audio is also available on YouTube, here.)

“George Harrison gave the perfect example of people’s tendency to allow the mundane to take priority in life. He used the metaphor of ‘beggars in a goldmine’ to describe how human beings are so caught up in their existence that they fail to notice their inner richness. George recalled our sojourn in India and the number of people who dashed off to shop and flit about. He found it amusing that at the ashram, through meditation and stillness, they could find everything they needed, yet still they looked elsewhere: ‘Although we have this divinity, or creativity, within us, it is covered with material energy, and a lot of the time our actions come from a mundane level. There is an expression “beggars in a goldmine”, and that’s what we are. We’re like beggars in the goldmine, where everything has really enormous potential and perfection, but we’re all so ignorant with the dust of desire on our mirrors. While we were in Rishikesh, I wrote a song called “Deradune”. I never recorded the song, but it was about seeing people going along the road trying to head for this place called Deradune. Everyone was trying to go there for their day off from the meditation camp. I couldn’t see any point in going to this town; I’d gone all the way to Rishikesh to be in meditation and I didn’t want to go shopping for eggs in Deradune! The verse of the song said, “See them move along the road/ In search of life divine/ Unaware it’s all around them/ Beggars in a goldmine”.’” - It’s Not Only Rock ‘n’ Roll - Iconic Musicians Reveal The Source Of Their Creativity by Dr. Jenny Boyd & Holly George-Warren [x]

coffee shop fun fact time!! 
if people were going to meet anywhere that wasnt a super secret dark tunnel to conspire against a monarch in the seventeenth century theres actually a good chance it would indeed be a coffee shop! 
at that point in time that was where so much of the intellectual discourse was happening! people would talk about their political views and exchange pamphlets it was all super exciting 
coffee shops played a not insignificant role in fostering the growth of the enlightenment and even the later parts of the scientific revolution! 
and of course as we all know the whole concept of the enlightenment was “hey what if we didnt have monarchs that just got to do whatever they want and instead maybe had a different form of government???” 
which if youre a monarch is generally not a question you want people asking 
much less when its posed to other people that might have an answer for it!
so as silly as banning coffee shops may sound now 
it was a pretty solid strategic move on the part of a monarch! 
a little paranoid yes and obviously only putting off the inevitable as far as the progression of human nations goes but there was pretty clear logic for it

anonymous asked:

For the ship thing: Dash/Danny

who’s the cuddler: Dash definitely. Danny is always trying to focus on one think or the other (getting his grades up, making food, fighting ghosts, wrapping presents, etc.) and Dash is just like “But Daaaannnyy-”

Also Danny is usually too tired or bruised/injured for cuddling

who makes the bed: Danny because he’s very much a neat freak. He doesn’t like uncleanliness and germs and such while Dash, the stereotypical jock doesn’t give a shit, but he’ll make it if he remembers or wants to help out (because he acts tough but he’s a softie for his tiny bf)

who wakes up first: Dash “the sun is up and so am I” Baxter. And Danny “I haven’t slept in four days” Fenton really needs a break

who has the weird taste in music: I would say Danny because he probably loves idie music like Lana, Marina, and Halsey but also pop like Nicki, Rhianna, and Beyonce, but he plays it all the time and Dash gets really into it along with all his other music

who is more protective: Dash is more protective of Danny around people but when it comes to ghosts he’s a baby and his 5ft6 bf protects him.

who sings in the shower: Both. Danny probably sings Lana and Dash ends up singing it because he got it stuck in the poor boy’s head.

who cries during movies: Dash. He jumps at scary movies and hides his face and cries at rom-coms and Danny doesn’t bat an eyelash.

who spends the most while out shopping: Dash because “yes I love you so much I have to get you everything, this reminded me of you I thought you’d like it, you mentioned this earlier, you seemed kinda cold,”

who kisses more roughly: Danny, surprisingly. Just how the smol bean rolls. B)

who is more dominate: Regularly it’s Dash but when Danny’s upset or passionate it’s 10/10 him.

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 74746464363839201203780134632754619/10

anonymous asked:

Hey uh... I have an incredible crush on my best friend, so do you have any headcanon for friends-to-lovers Eposette?


Eponine had made a mistake of epic proportions when she had accepted this job. It had been stupid and rash, but Cosette had smiled at her and Eponine’s chest had started to feel all weird and warm. It was a literally brain freeze. She couldn’t think whenever Cosette was around.

Which was terribly inconvenient, now that they worked together. At her father’s bakery no less. Eponine had never worked in a family-friendly place before. It was strange to watch her language around kids and having to smile to people. She wasn’t good at it, so bad, actually, that she got promoted to cake decoration, while Cosette had taken her place behind the counter. It was for the best, really. Having Cosette in the same room seriously reduced Eponine’s efficiency.

Grantaire, of course, often found joy in her misery:

“Why don’t you talk to her? She’s sweet!”

“Hey, I have an idea: why don’t you talk to Enjolras first?”

“It’s completely different!”

“It’s not what the pine cone growing out of your ass tells me.”

Yes, Cosette was sweet. She was impossibly sweet. Eponine would get cavities by merely kissing her skin. Cosette was a sugar rush that made her heart melt and race at the same time. Eponine understood the kids that pressed their noses against the shop window to admire the pretty things hidden beyond, just out of each. That how she felt about Cosette.

“You have flour on your cheek,” Cosette said one night, just after closing.

It had been a long day. Summer was a busy period, full of obnoxious wedding cakes do make. Eponine rubbed her cheek vehemently.

“It’s powdered sugar. It goes everywhere,” she grumbled.

Cosette smiled and walked to her, raising her hand gently. Eponine forgot how to breathe for what seemed like a good minute.

“You’ve got some on your temple too, wait.”

She brushed Eponine’s forehead.

“You’ve got something on your nose too.”

“Butter cream. It’s sticky as fuck I just can’t take it all off with all the sugar and-”

“You’ve got something on your lips, too.”

Eponine frowned. What now? Come on, she would feel it if-

She did have something on her lips. Cosette’s. She tastes as sweet as she looked. Eponine indulged in the treat, her heart hammering in her chest. Damn sugar rush.

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Amazon Dash Button

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