hes kind of a babe now

1. You have made it so far. You’re now 19 and you’re so strong babe. You have dealt with so much shit and you will continually have to deal with that kind of stuff but you’ve made it.

2. Your sex life does not reflect who you are as a person, it does not make you unclean or dirty and it should not be anyone’s business except yours.

3. He’s just a boy, I promise you’ll be okay. I know the way he kisses you now makes you feel like you’re in love, hell you may be getting there, but he’s just one boy and you’ll be okay when it ends.

4. You are a whole being. I know some days are really hard, but that doesn’t make you an unhappy person. It doesn’t make you depressed or bipolar, so stop trying to diagnose yourself. It’s just a hard day, week, month. It will be better.

5. Trust yourself. I can’t stress this one enough. You know what you’re doing. Listen to advice from others but it’s your life and you’re the one in charge. They’re not wrong for their opinions but you’re not either.

6. Find friends who make you feel happy. Simple as that. It’s going to be hard, and you’re going to have to put yourself out there but it will be so worth it. Don’t be around people who constantly bring you down. You deserve better than that.

7. College will be some of the best years of your life, so keep having fun. 

8. College is fun but remember why you’re there. You are there to grow and to expand your knowledge, you’re there to do the best you can so you can provide for yourself when the time is right. 

9. Stop procrastinating. Seriously, stop it. 

10. Take care of your body. I know getting up early to work out sucks but won’t it be worth it when you not only look good but feel good too? This is important.

11. You are growing and you’re becoming. Don’t rush it but also don’t fight it.

12. Not everyone is going to love you and not everyone is going to want to be your best friend. That’s okay. I promise you it is. You will find where you fit in. 

13. Call your parents and call your sister. They miss you. I know it’s not always happy times but they love you so much. 

14. Back to this boy. He’s lovely isn’t he? But don’t forget what kind of relationship you deserve. If at the end of January or beginning of February he doesn’t want to commit, you need to get out of it, we don’t need an Anthony 2.0. If he wakes up and tells you he’s not interested anymore you gotta know that it’s not you, you gave him so much love and he just doesn’t think he needs it. I know that it’ll hurt so fucking bad but you will be okay.

15. Don’t start a new relationship this year. It’s nice to feel wanted but you don’t need another person to make you feel that way.

16. Practice self love, this is probably the most important thing on this list. You are worthy of love and happiness but it needs to start inside first. You can’t rely on another person to make you feel that way.

—  16 things I want to remember in 2016
Larry Play I Spy
  • Louis: Oh I know, let's play I spy!
  • Liam: I know how this ends.
  • Niall: Don't we all?
  • Louis: Harry gets to go first!
  • Liam: Shocker.
  • Louis: Can you please watch your tone Liam. Go on Haz.
  • Harry: I spy with my little eye something beginning with L.
  • Liam: Louis.
  • Harry: No! Give me some credit.
  • Niall: Louis' bum?
  • Louis: I'm sitting down.
  • Liam: I'm half convinced he has X-Ray vision. Only explanation for that kind of staring. Okay um.....Louis' eyes?
  • Harry: Aren't they pretty? But no, wrong again.
  • Louis: Louis' pretty eyelashes?
  • Harry: Flutter them for me? *sigh* So pretty.
  • Liam: Stop. I'll puke. Did he win?
  • Harry: Nope.
  • Louis: I won your heart babe.
  • Harry: Damn straight.
  • Niall: Someone get me a bucket now.
  • Liam: I'm done. Final guess. Louis' mouth? Not like you've looked at much else.
  • Harry: Wrong again. The answer is...drum roll pleeeease baby?
  • Louis: *drum roll*
  • Harry: LOVE OF MY LIFE
  • Liam: Every. Fucking. Time.
  • Niall: It's a wee bit cute.
  • Louis: MARRY ME
  • Harry: YES BABY
  • Liam: They remember their wedding right?
  • Niall: Only thinking about their wedding NIGHT by the looks of things. Time to evacuate.
  • Liam: Oh fuck. He's getting louder, Harry's about to do the only thing he can to shut him up.
Something About A Promise - Snippet

A couple of things: One, to avoid confusion, this is taken from the very first installment in the series, whereas ‘Something About Hacks’–which is now being changed to ‘Something About a Hack’–comes later on. 

Two, this is my first take on writing accents, so please be kind. 

Warning: Annoyed!Harry. And half-naked!Harry. And drunk!Niall.

“B-Babe, want to hear a-a joke?” You’ve managed to flip over and crawl onto your knees, the world still spinning far too fast to get back up on your feet.

“Not particularly.”

Harry was many things, and calm, cool and collected were a few of them. But it was today, at two in the morning, standing half-naked in his kitchen with two drunk guests, he was losing patience quick.

“W-What’s the difference between a—” You snicker, holding a single finger up to your lips as you try to collect yourself. “Okay. A-a G-spot and a golf ball.”

Harry side-eyes Niall who has his hand covering his mouth, waiting in anticipation of the punchline he more than likely had told you earlier in the evening.

“A guy will actually s-search for a golf ba—” You don’t have the chance to finish before you’re succumbed to such laughter that not much noise has the chance to escape your mouth.

He had to admit, it did send the corners of his lips to lift for a moment.

“Niall, how did you get here?” Harry glances at Niall who has joined you in a mess of giggles, his entire body using the counter as support. “Niall.”

“A car.” He snickers. “How else?”

A smartass and a comedian are what he’s dealing with tonight apparently.

“Tell me you didn’t fucking drive.” He looks back down at you for an answer, but he’s only met with your arm stuck awkwardly inside your dress. Before he has a chance to question your antics, you swiftly remove your bra from your attire with an achieved grin. “Babe, no—”

“I’m freee,” you sing, throwing the bra in the direction of your shoes as Niall can only stare in awe.

“’Right, ‘M’taking her to bed. Niall, did someone drive you?”

He’s reaching the end of his patience, and the mere thought of Niall behind the wheel of the car, as intoxicated as the both of you are, with you sitting passenger, only adds fuel to the fire.

“M’man Rupert. He—uh, he’s somewhere.” Niall finally responds, tugging a hand through his hair.

Harry definitely doesn’t have the patience tonight.

“Mate, is he outside?”

“Love, love! W-what’s the difference between anal sex and oral sex?” A small voice chirps up below him.

Harry closes his eyes and prays he finds the patience to get through the next few minutes of this ordeal.

“Y-yeah, he’s outside.”

“Then go, Niall. I can’t deal with both of y’drunk asses right now.”

“Oral sex makes your day. A-and anal sex makes your hole weak.” You’ve lost yourself in another mute fit of giggles.

“A-and where’s m’thank you for bringin’ yer girlfriend back unharmed, huh?” Niall looks at Harry with large eyes, seeming to be intimidating. The only thing that crosses Harry’s mind is he resembles a deer caught in headlights.

“Thank you. Now, go home, mate. Y’drunk.”

“Funny.” Niall responds, folding his arms across his chest. “If y’can’t tell, she had more than me, and I’m not the one undressing on yer kitchen floor.”

Harry’s attention is brought back down below him as he catches you struggles to remove the second strap of your dress, one already managed to break free.

He’s instantly hunching over, pulling the strap back up and standing you back on your feet, not removing his hand placed firmly along your backside.

“I don’t feel good.” You mutter quietly, your entire body breaking out into a cold sweat.

“Niall—” It’s a single warning, and quickly understood.

“Okay, okay.” He goes to grab his jacket off one of the barstools, and pauses to glance over at your slumping body. “Mate, she doesn’t look good.”

Before anyone gets the chance to get another word in, your drinks of the night make a return onto the ceramic tiles, and Harry can only stare up at Niall with enough irritation that left him leaving without another word.

Public Space

Here’s that Mingyu request that I got forever ago that I’ve only just now gotten to because I am great at life :D Sorry it took flippin’ forever

Pairing: Mingyu (Seventeen) x reader

Genre: fluff, not angst but some misunderstanding? I don’t know

Word Count: 1432

Summary: Mingyu expresses his desire to keep public affection to a minimum and you kind of missunderstand


“Hey, babe.” You sighed happily as you walked over and kissed your boyfriend Mingyu’s cheek when you arrived at the dorm.

“Hey, y/n” He replied, giving you a small side hug before letting to. “What’s in the bag?” I got you all carryout for lunch, I hope you’re hungry!” A round of thankyou’s and hungry groans could be heard among all thirteen boys in the living room as you went in to the kitchen with a smile to take out the food. Everyone sat impatiently as you brought all of the food out, and as soon as everything was ready, everyone started to dig in hungrily. You took up your seat next to Mingyu and held his hand for a minute until he took it back to get more food. Once everyone was done eating, you and Dino cleaned up as the rest put on a movie in the living room. When you returned to the living room, you wrapped your arms around Mingyu’s shoulders from behind the couch he was sitting on to give him a kiss on the cheek and then walked around to sit in front of his legs on the floor. At about the half-way point through the movie, the members paused it and elected you and Mingyu to go get snack refills, so up the two of you got, and you pranced into the kitchen as he walked in after you.

“Hey, y/n, I have kind of a weird question, and it’s really not a big deal, I was just wondering if you could try to keep the pda to a minimum.” For a split second, you froze as your heart sank a little and you were sure you could feel your ears turning red with a touch of embarrassment. Had you been overdoing it? You hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable, you just thought that since you guys had been dating you could enjoy him like that. You’d had no idea it made him uncomfortable, now you felt bad. For his sake, though, and to keep things from getting too awkward, you brushed it off as if it was nothing.

“Oh, yeah, sure! No problem.” You smiled at him, subconsciously avoiding his eyes afterwards as you went about refilling chip bowls with him. You went back into the living room in front of him and sat down on a beanbag chair next to the couch, as he sat back in his place on the sofa, he sighed lightly with concern. You seemed a little like you avoided looking at him after that, had he embarrassed you? Had he crossed a line unintentionally? No, you’d said it was fine, you’d even smiled a little, it was probably just him overanalyzing it. So, he went back to enjoying the movie. When the movie finished, it was not quite nine, and since they had a little time off from schedules, Mingyu decided he would stay over at your place for a few hours to watch more of a drama you two had started when he took you home. After saying your goodbyes to the other members, you followed behind him to his car and hopped into the passenger seat, keeping your hands in your lap. That was unusual, Mingyu thought. Normally when you two were in the car, you’d put your hand on top of his on the stick shift. Without you, his hand was cold, but he tried not to pay too much attention to it. The two of you talked like normal all the way to your house, and then when you got back, he pulled up Netflix while you went to take your makeup off. When you got back to the couch, he had the next episode of the drama pulled up and paused, waiting for you.

“All ready?” He asked with a loving smile.

“Ready.” You smiled back, and sat down in the middle of the sofa, your legs curled up in front of you. He was leaning on the armrest. You were like two feet away from him. Eyeing the space between you two with confusion, he began to get a little concerned that something was wrong.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?” He paused, debating over whether or not to bring it up. But things will probably be back to normal in the morning, there’s no need to stir it up, he thought. He’d come over for breakfast like you two had planned, and you’d be fine.

“Nothing.” He hit play, and the two of you watched a couple more episodes, both feeling a little awkward with the space. When he finally got up to leave, he leaned down and gave you a tiny peck on the forehead.

“See you tomorrow morning, y/n. sleep well, I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Okay, bye! Drive safe.” And with that, the door closed with a gentle thud and you were left to ponder the events of tonight. You were a so worried that you’d embarrassed him, or that he didn’t actually want to be that physically close to you and you’d been making him uncomfortable all this time. Had you gone overboard? You hadn’t meant to. Now here you were, sitting curled up on your couch, sure you were overanalyzing everything way too much, but you weren’t sure what to think or how to act with him now. It felt weird. You slept a little restlessly that night.

The next morning, just as you turned off the griddle after making pancakes, you heard a knock at the door, and answered it to welcome Mingyu in.

“Hey, jagiya, how’d you sleep?”

“Good!” You lied. He leaned in to give you a kiss. You kiss him back and enjoy it for a brief moment before remembering his words yesterday and worrying that you were overdoing it. So, you suddenly pulled back, gave him a smile to try and hide your discomfort, and turned back to move the two plates of pancakes to the dining room table. He furrowed his eyebrows a little as he watched you. What, he wasn’t allowed to kiss you now? If this was your interpretation of his request to cut back on the pda, this wasn’t what he’d had in mind.

“Can you get the coffee?” You asked your boyfriend, who was still standing by the door, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure” He went into the kitchen, poured two mugs of coffee, and walked them gingerly out to where you had just sat down. He decided that something was definitely off about you, and it probably had something to do with what he’d said yesterday. As he set down the coffee, he sighed. He should have explained himself better, now look what he’d done. He looked back over at you, sitting at the table.

Slowly, he walked over towards you, and then leaned in front of you, holding himself up with one hand on the table and the other hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently. He leaned in to kiss you again, the mood very different this time, while he looked at your lips with hooded eyes. The kiss was very short, and slow, and gentle. He wasn’t usually like this, you thought. Should you respond more? You weren’t sure. He sensed your uncertainty, letting out another sigh as he looked down at his feet. Sliding your chair out, he placed his hands around your upper arms and guided you gently up to a standing position directly in front of him. He looked at your lips again and gave them another kiss, just as gently as the first. And then another. Between each kiss, he leaned back to look at you. He slid his hands along your back until his arms were wrapped around your shoulders, and he pulled you into a hug.

“I think you may have misunderstood what I meant yesterday, and that might be my fault.” He whispered in your ear. “I’d like to keep this kind of contact just between us two. I want to keep it light in front of the boys, but I never wanted you to feel like you weren’t allowed to touch me. I love you, I want to be like this with you.” You sniffled a little, managing to stop yourself from letting out a little tear.

“I was worried that I’d crossed your boundaries and made you uncomfortable.” You finally hugged him back.

“No, don’t worry.” He pulled back to smile at you and kiss you again, a little longer. This time, you kissed him back.

Why you shouldn't interrupt a person on the phone. A PERCABETH HC

Percy hard-core battling six monsters at once. A fight with lots of slashing with Riptide and ducking and sea water spraying involved.
Percy’s phone rings.
“Woah hold up guys”, he says to them.
“Hey babe” Percy says into the phone.
“Listen I would love to talk but I’m kind of in the middle of a…situation right now”
One of the monsters tries to attack him.
Percy rolls his eyes at it. “I thought I told you to wait!” and then disintegrates it in a second.
The other monsters stand shocked, that their supposedly powerful friend just got stabbed by a dude in a Aquaman t-shirt.
“No no Annabeth nothing to worry about. I got it under control”.
He glares at them over the phone.
The monsters shift closer to him, readying to attack him.
“ugh..Apparently SOME people don’t know what ‘wait’ means. Annabeth just hold on for a few seconds”.
A few deft strokes of Riptide and some more water up their noses and that’s all it takes.
The monsters are gone and Percy’s scuffed up jeans and the black sticky liquid (monster blood?) covering Riptide are the only evidence they were ever there.
Percy grimaces at his sword.
“So Annabeth we’re still on for tonight?”

Elliot x Reader: Thank You Sir

Originally posted by ramibabe


Request: The way you write dom Elliot is just.. holy shit so good!! A fic with some heavy choking and just general rough sex would be A+ tbh

A/N: Thank you babe!!! This request was A+ tbh, love me some heavy choking and rough sex so I probably got carried away with this one. ENJOY LOVES

(This was kind of a part 2 to yes sir?? I just thought it would carry on nicely from there.)

Warnings: Breath play, rough sex, daddy/sir kink, the usual. Idrk what came over me during the creation of this particularly nasty piece.  

Since the evening you and Elliot first had sex, things had been different. He was more comfortable around you, more open, casual touching was now something he was slowly becoming at ease with. It seemed the experience had melted away a lot of his insecurities regarding your relationship, although he was still awkward and often quiet.

The subtle improvements were welcome ones, but your favourite improvement was the texts you’d receive from Elliot while at work.

Thinking about you. Come over after work.’ You would blush like a schoolgirl, and for the rest of the day he was all you could think about. No one could make you cum like Elliot did, no one could make you see stars like Elliot did, and no one could leave you in the heavenly state of satisfaction that Elliot did.

He explored different ways of tying you up, varying the kinds of knots he used and restraining you in delicious new positions. Sometimes he used toys, sometimes he simply utilized his sinfully talented mouth and hands. You’d had sex in just about every part of his apartment, minus one place. His sacred place. The place you wouldn’t dare touch, let alone have sex in.

His computer desk.

But there was one big problem with this unspoken restriction. The fact that it was forbidden in a sense only made you want to do it more, made you want to desecrate it, tie filthy memories all over it in the same way you had the rest of his home. However, you had no idea how to propose this to Elliot. You assumed since he’d never suggested it himself, and his protectiveness over that desk, that he would be against it.

The part of you that deeply respected Elliot’s personal and private space was fine with it and understood, but the part of you that needed Elliot anywhere and any way you could have him desperately wanted to ignore the former. You resigned yourself to the conclusion that you’d never know until you plucked up the courage to ask.

In fact, you were going over to Elliot’s apartment tonight. The pair of you planned on getting takeout and spending the night together. You decided you would gauge his mood, maybe ask him depending on how relaxed he seemed. It was tricky territory, and the thought of him getting mad made you nervous. You were never sure what exactly would make him angry, but you’d seen him furious before and did not want to be on the receiving end.


Your shift drags almost painfully, just as it always does when you have plans to see Elliot. You check the time obsessively, hoping a significant amount of time will have passed, until the golden hour arrives. Five o’clock. You’re a little shaky, having spent most of your time at work running over scenarios in your head of how Elliot might receive your proposition.

Despite this, you pack up your things, stop by the employee bathroom on the way out to check your makeup, then leave the building. You spend the entire subway ride fidgeting, getting turned on at the mere thought of what was waiting for you at the end of it. Elliot has a hold on you that you’ve never experienced before. He could cross your mind innocently and have your thighs clenching.

You left the underground and powerwalked to Elliot’s apartment. You’d dressed nicer than usual to work; you were feeling confident. Your hair done just the way that frames your face best and your favourite office outfit that fits you so well it makes your colleagues do a double take.

Once in the lobby of his apartment building, you take your heels out of your bag and change back into them from the flats you use to commute. Only then do you ascend the stairs, ready to tempt Elliot for all you were worth. Your nerves resurface when you reach his apartment door.

You nudge the door slightly and find it unlocked, you smile to yourself. Taking a breath, you push the door open and walk in.

“El?” You call out.

“In here.” His low voice responds. Your footsteps are slow as you approach him, to your delight, he’s seated at his desk typing away.

You make a daring move, resting your hands on his shoulders. Hovering them above before actually placing them on him so as to warn him, to give him a chance to refuse the contact. Your chest warms at the way he leans in ever so slightly into your hands.

“Hard at work?” You ask, the smile audible in your voice.

You see the side of his cheek pull back in a half smile. He finishes whatever it is he’s typing and turns to look up at you. You watch as his eyes rove appreciatively down your body. He wets his lips subconsciously.

“You look good.” He comments.

“I might have made a little more of an effort today.” You tease.

“Why’s that?” To someone who didn’t know Elliot as well as you do, it would appear he hadn’t got the hint at all, but you knew he was playing along. It excited you.

“I had an important meeting today.” You smirk. He cocks an eyebrow.

“Whoever it was with was lucky.”

You round his chair, going to stand in front of him. You lean against his desk experimentally, crossing your legs at the ankles and placing your hands behind you. You gauge his reaction, he seems more occupied by you than you touching his desk.

“He’s a pretty influential guy. Good looking too.” You explain, enjoying this little roleplay the two of you have going on.

“I’m sure he thought the same about you.” Your thighs clench at this.

“I might have even made a move on him if the circumstances weren’t so professional.” You flirt.

“I doubt he’d have turned you down, regardless of professionalism.” Elliot’s words were such a contrast to the monotonous voice he said them in, the ambiguity of his manner of speech was strangely exciting.

“Oh really.” You muse, uncrossing your legs so that your skirt hiked up a little. You spot the way Elliot’s hands twitch, as if resisting the desire to grab you. “Maybe I should have in that case.” You look Elliot in the eye, urging him on. He reaches out, hesitantly to begin with, then grips your thighs tightly.

“We could get into trouble for this, Mr. Alderson.” You whisper.

“I don’t fucking care.” He growls, his arousal bringing on the dominant persona he adopted during all your sexual altercations. His hands are trailing up your thighs, maintaining an intense gaze on your body at all times. “How long have you been thinking about this?”

“All fucking day.” You groan. His blunt nails suddenly dig into your skin.

“I don’t appreciate that kind of language from my employees.”

“I’m sorry sir-“

“Get on your knees and show me you’re sorry.”

It’s almost as though his words control your body rather than your own decisions; you slip down from the desk onto your knees. You undo the button on Elliot’s pants, unfastening them eagerly. His half-hardened dick comes free, right into your waiting hands. You waste no time in putting him between your lips, tasting his intoxicating flavour.

As your head rises and falls on his groin, you catch sight of the way he white-knuckles the arm rests of his chair, short breaths escaping his lips as you suck.

“Mm fuck.” He groans, wrapping his fingers in your hair, ruining its perfect style. But you couldn’t care less, you want him to ruin you tonight.

Just as you’re speeding up your rhythm, he yanks you off him and throws you to the floor. You’re a little disorientated, but unhurt. You know Elliot would never cause you harm.

“Get the fuck up.” He orders you. You do so, with an obedient ‘yes sir’. “Sit on my dick.”

You had to restrain yourself from clapping with glee, you were going to fuck Elliot in his computer chair. It was a little ridiculous, but it was your dream come true. You hike your skirt up, then move to pull your panties to the side but Elliot stops you.

“Did I tell you to do that yet?”

“No sir. Sorry sir.”

You rest your hands either side of his keyboard, trying to catch a glimpse of what he’s doing in the reflection of the dark computer screens. He feels up the globes of your ass, before pulling your panties down.

“Step out of them.” You comply. “Now take a seat.” Again, you comply.

You lower yourself oh so slowly down onto Elliot’s cock, clenching your walls around him. They were so slick that he slid in with virtually no trouble, the pair of you moaning in unison. He pulled you back, left hand tight on your chin and the other sliding up, under your shirt to grope your breasts.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you sir.”

His left hand dragged from your chin down to your throat, and your heart began to race with excitement, you knew what he was about to do.

“Move.” He murmurs in your ear, and you do just that. You begin to bounce on his cock and his hand tightens around your neck.

When you go down, he thrusts up, creating a deliciously forceful friction against your g-spot every time, within minutes you’re already close to cumming. From your vantage point, every time you go down you’re able to catch a glimpse of Elliot’s face in the screen. His expression when in the throes of passion is fucking stunning. His furrowed brows, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth, his eyes watching you relentlessly.

And that’s when your mind flashes with an image that sends a metaphorical lightbulb dinging above your head.

“Sir, can I ask you something?” You say breathlessly, struggling a little to get your words out with his grip so tight around your throat.

“Anything.” He exhales heavily, continuing to thrust into you with unforgiving force.

“Can I… Can I turn the camera on?” You ask, nearly whispering. Elliot’s pace falters, your request obviously taking him off guard.

“You know how I feel about that stuff, Y/N.” Elliot growls, still not stopping. You do know. He reminds you every time you hint at sending him dirty pictures. But he doesn’t know how you feel.

“I know it’s dangerous, but just think. You’re all alone, I can’t stay over and you’re horny. You just have to turn your computer on, press play and you can watch yourself fu- screwing me.” You must sound ridiculous, bargaining with him in such a strained voice, crying out between words.

You can’t tell if he’s mad, in agreement or what, he just continues fucking you. His dick sending your cunt into overdrive. You’re painfully oversensitive at this point, your climax coming very soon. And this could be the pushing point.

“Sir, don’t you want to get me cumming all over your dick on camera?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, turn it on right fucking now.”

Elliot’s voice is a mixture of frustration and desperation, reaching around you to turn the monitor on and get the camera software up. You help him out, ripping the piece of tape covering the camera off and clicking record.

“Now you better cum harder than you’ve ever fucking cum before. Give daddy a show.” He mutters, he sounds so furious and it only serves to turn you on more.

Enough to send you spiraling into the hardest fucking orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. All Elliot’s rules for this encounter go out of the window.

“Holy fucking shit!” You scream as you squirt cum all over his lap.

“Just like that you dirty, little slut.” Elliot snarls, his hand returning to it’s rightful place around your throat.  

“I’m your dirty, little slut, daddy.” You cry, actual tears rolling down your cheeks from the intensity of your elation.

“That’s fucking right. You want daddy’s cum now?”

“Yes please. Please daddy, shoot your cum inside my pussy.” You encourage him, rocking backwards and forwards on his cock for friction.

Suddenly, Elliot grip on you becomes painfully tight, making you choke. You can feel his fingertips bruising your tits.

“Ah fucking take it.” He cries out, hips pistoning into you erratically. You can feel him emptying himself inside you, painting your walls creamy white.

You manage to recover enough to click the stop button on the recording. You sigh in satisfaction, leaning back against Elliot.

“Regret it?” You joke.

“I’ll decide once I’ve watched it.” He chuckles.

Sexy Rhett Moments

It’s no secret that I like making lists. And tonight I wanna list down all the moments when I was insanely ridiculously attracted to Rhett. Where he wasn’t cute or sweet, but downright sexy to me :D (Because that’s the kind of mood I’m in right now) And before anyone attacks me for objectifying him, please take a look at a previous list I made about all the reasons I love him <3

Sexy Rhett Moments:

  1. All the GMMs when he started with his hair down and then styled it up.
  2. Whenever he starts beating the strings of his guitar with his nails to play it rhythm style.
  3. That one time he talked about being angry with Jessie and expressing it to her for forgetting her purse somewhere.
  4. That one GMM where he flexed his muscles and that visual completely drowned whatever the heck Link was talking about.
  5. Every time he takes off his blindfolds and flashes his sexy squinty smile.
  6. That wink when he sips from his GMMug ;)
  7. When he stroked his beard in “How to kill a beard”
  8. When he stands up and you realise that the top of their desk barely grazes his knees. 
  9. That time when he had math written on his chest.
  10. When he almost told us off for not liking YouTube Red, like a strict teacher.
  11. When he had maple syrup poured on him, and looked utterly delicious.
  12. That time when he got out of the sensory deprivation tank with wet hair, and you know he’s naked.
  13. That time he impersonated Jeff Goldblum while Link told his proposal story.
  14. The photobooth part of “I am a thoughtful guy”.
  15. When he talked about going around the house in his underwear nailing and mounting things on walls, and then taking his wife out on a date.
  16. That time when he pretended to do complex mathematical calculations and designing an arch bridge.
  17. When he submerged himself in chicken noodle soup, and emerged and looked absolutely edible.
  18. That time he made out with several tacos.
  19. That time he yelled, “Get off of that cord Locke!” (BTS of Guacamole Song) like a strict daddy
  20. Whenever he wears a freaking suit.
  21. When he talked about making some videos for his wife, and Link was like “You really gonna talk about that?”
  22. When he played the saxophone in “What Women Want”
  23. Tooth Fairy Rhett.
  24. When he brought out the macaroni sculpture he made for Christy.
  25. His voice while singing “Sideburns that are not even” in the OCD song.
  26. The face he made while getting the Jessie tattoo.
  27. The face he made while admitting he liked the caviar cookie.
  28. That first episode with the baby beard (yes, the entire episode)
  29. When he ate a hundred million berries in the GMMore with Strawburry17.
  30. When he sat down flashing his freshly waxed chest at us.
  31. Whenever he says “I’m six foot seven”

I’m sure there are a million more moments, but my sleepy brain can’t think of any more right now. I guess I’ll be adding to this list every now and then :) And anyone reading this, feel free to add too :)

Bambam As Your Boyfriend
  • Lots of screaming
  • Chasing each other
  • Pranks
  • He gets flustered if you start flirting with him
  • Because he’s used to being the cheeky one in the relationship
  • “I’ll protect you.”
  • “But Bambam you’re so small.”
  • “How do you know-”
  • “Babe, we had sex last night, of course I know.”
  • Cheek kisses where he exaggerates the ‘muah’ sound
  • Lots of smirks - not the fuckboys kinds. More like the ‘god I like you so much’ kinds
  • “Aaah, you look so pretty right now.”
  • Him wanting you to meet his family in Thailand
  • Getting it on while people are in the room next door
  • Making fun of him with Yugyeom
  • “Y/N, aren’t you supposed to be on my team?”
  • Jackson tagging along on your dates
  • Bambam telling Jackson to leave and Jackson getting very offended
  • Buying ice cream
  • Shoving ice cream in Bambam’s face
  • Him kissing you all over yours so you end up with a fcae full of ice cream as well
  • Quiet nights in where you just sit on the couch and eat thai food while watching re-runs of your favourite tv-shows
  • Him hinting at you to compliment his appearance a lot
  • Going on major shopping trips together
  • Also going to fashion shows like you guys just love fashion
  • Every once in a while he gets really sappy and cheesy and tells you how much you mean to him
  • The hugs when he comes back from tour are amazing like he literally jumps on you and you end up on the floor, being kissed over and over again

Originally posted by gotscven

  • *lying in bed with spouse 25 years from now*
  • them: babe, what are you thinking about?
  • me: it's nothing, go back to sleep
  • me, thinking: when jackson was asking jaebum to buy him food and said he wasn't his hyung anymore but his daddy, did he actually know the implications of what he was saying? did he mean it in the "jb should buy bc he's the leader and "dad" of the group" kind of way or "i want him to buy me food and that's what sugar daddies do, therefore, he's my daddy" kind of way? did jaebum react like that because he knew how that sounded? when jackson ran up to him skipping and singing "buy me food daddy" did jaebum think that that sounded like he was jackson's sugar daddy? did he buy jackson food often enough for him to come up with that concept? what did he mean by that? what were they?
EXO Reaction To Their Girlfriend Getting An Undercut

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exo reaction to his girlfriend getting and undercut please


Xiumin: Making a mental note to figure out who her stylist is and see if they want to work with EXO.

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

Luhan: Babe, you went to my stylist, didn’t you? But I like it! Now we kind of match! *let’s go back to that Luhan instagram picture…*

Originally posted by yoonterlude

Kris: I don’t care what you do with your hair as long as you don’t do this without warning me! *and then you gasp because you had no idea he’d shaved his head and then he proceeds to play with your hair*

Originally posted by vvu-yi-fan

Suho: I really like it Jagi, do you think I can get one too? We would match!

Originally posted by kingjunmyeonn

Lay: *asks you to show it off for him, like a hair model* Truly gorgeous baebei, I like it a lot.

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Baekhyun: *can only laughs because he was expecting it but he shuts up when you mention some of his more questionable hairstyles* It looks good now let me touch it!

Originally posted by sebaeked

Chen: *is immediately commenting about how sexy it is* Oh jagi, now you look hotter than half the idols out there!

Originally posted by desiresehun

Chanyeol: *sorta awkward because he wasn’t expecting his sweet girlfriend to get such a badass haircut* Oh wow, you shaved half your head…I was not expecting that…

Originally posted by jungkooktouchbutts

DO: *Gives you those eyes, which makes you get a little embarrassed and self conscious until he confesses that he does like it* Sorry I made you self conscious but I was just a little absorbed in your new look

Originally posted by dohkyungcutie

Tao: *his mind may just be going somewhere dirty* The only bad thing about that hair cut is that it makes holding her hair during sex much harder…

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Kai: *compliments you immediately and then stars playing with your hair like a cat with a ball of yarn* Oh it’s so easy to mess with now!

Originally posted by fy-kimkai

Sehun: *Sehun would be surprisingly silent about it, just getting a smile on his face while he looks at you with your new look* My girlfriend really is beautiful.

Originally posted by princewangeun

What pet name would the guys from Vampire Diaries give you?

Stefan grew fond of calling you Honey pretty early on in your relationship.  He  wanted to have a pet name for you that was sort of un-common.  A lot of people usually called their significant other some variation of ‘baby’.  Honey wasn’t used a lot anymore, so it kind of fit Stefan in that way.  A little old-timey, but perfect and sweet none-the-less.

Damon constantly called you ‘Dear’.  It had started out as a joke, but after a while he started slipping it into everyday conversation, not just sarcastic comments.  Every time you would ask him to help you with something it would be ‘yes dear’, or ‘coming dear’, and he’d give you a signature eye roll.  Now it wasn’t just his go-to for a sarcastic comment, but his term of endearment to convey how special you were to him.

Matt went for the classic ‘babe’ pet name.  He thought that it fit you, and he didn’t have to even think about call you babe.  It just rolled right off his tongue.  He loved to just hold you close and murmur ‘babe’ in your ear, whether it was while you were cooking or just watching a movie or tv show.

Jeremy called you sweetie.  He bounced around in a few pet names at the beginning of your relationship, but he ultimately choose to continue to call you sweetie.  It wasn’t his usual style, but he liked that it was something unexpected.

Alaric grew fond of calling you Darling, and used it more often than he did your actual name.  At first he didn’t even realize that he was calling you by a nickname.  He would call you ‘Darling’ when he was extremely busy with work.  He’d be deep in reading student papers or books and would let ‘Darling’ slip without even realizing what he had said.  Eventually when he did realize what he was calling you, he just let it stick.

Kai would go for a more classic pet name, but something still creative.  He’d call you Dove.  It was something that you didn’t hear often, so it was special to the two of you.

anonymous asked:

hey, so i sent this a while ago, but it may have got lost in your inbox, so: any hc's about credence after recovery ???

i’m not sure what kind of recovery you mean but ?? i’m gonna go with some like credence Healing Time a little maybe, if that’s okay :-) (sorry that my inbox ate your message, babe lmao)

  • credence knows that he can’t survive alone, at least not like this, not now, so he has to go with someone, or find someone, to help him
  • of the options, newt, tina, and the gang seem like his best option, so that’s where he goes
  • he sticks with newt first, traveling in a spare room in the newtcase, but he doesn’t make much progress for a while
  • he trusts newt only as much as he absolutely has to for survival, so he mostly stays in his room and keeps to himself
  • for a while, he doesn’t even trust the room and just huddles in a corner
  • he is speculative of the kindness displayed, no matter how much newt insists that he only wants to help, so he doesn’t even take the food newt offers for a while until he can’t ignore the grumbling of his stomach and the weakness in his muscles
  • so he has to cave and eats his first meal in a few days
  • after that, he takes usually one meal a day and says “thank you” every time, and newt smiles in response
  • credence doesn’t admit anything, but the space from new york is doing him some real good
  • he likes the fresh air and the sea and the general feeling of Escape
  • but eventually he starts to miss it and the possibilities he missed out on, maybe
  • again, he keeps this to himself, even as he expands his conversation with newt to ask how he is and even answers when newt asks the same thing
  • eventually, they do return to new york, and tina is waiting for them
  • he is happy to see a familiar face, and her sister looks so nice
  • he accepts the invitations for hugs from both tina and queenie, and he doesn’t flinch either
  • he admires how soft they are, how they don’t seem to be controlling, that it really is only about the embrace
  • he wonders if they’ll be friends now
  • but he doesn’t ask aloud
  • as time progresses, he finds he likes queenie and jacob best
  • not that he doesn’t love newt and tina too, but queenie and jacob are just…so open and kind and it comes naturally to both of them
  • so he learns to ask them things–first, how they are, then questions about their lives
  • he likes asking jacob about his bakery and how he learned to bake and what his favorite thing to make was
  • and he likes to ask queenie about herself (he finds that she knows everyone but not everyone seems to take an interest in asking about her in the same depth)
  • this is the gateway he needs before he begins to answer questions about himself–he learns to answer questions like how he is truthfully to queenie and jacob
  • he never lies to them about that
  • and he even starts to tell them about himself–where he came from as well as things he’s started to dream up for himself
  • he dreams of independence mostly
  • so jacob offers him a job at the bakery so that he can save up some money to live on his own
  • which he eventually does, and that’s when his real story begins–his own life, his own friends, his own everything
  • but of course he never leaves the group who made it all possible behind

Slice of life hurt/comfort with sick!Zayn to remind myself that I remember how to write. :P Also, it’s the beginning of plague season so take care of yourselves and drink lots of liquids and get lots of sleep! <3

Zayn knows he’s overreacting a bit, but his throat feels like it’s lined with barbed wire and his muscles ache and everything is awful. He doesn’t mean to be snappy, but he’s feeling all kinds of bleh. Guilt on top of being ill is definitely not his favorite.

“Hey babe,” Liam says from the head of the couch. “Can you get up for me?”

“No. I’m part of the couch now. I’m going to die here,” Zayn grumps back.

Liam’s soft smile enters his field of vision. “I ran a bath for you. It’ll make you feel better.”

Zayn weighs the pros and cons of standing up. A bath sounds lovely, but the thought of moving from the seductive comfort of the couch seems like a lot of work. Clearly his boyfriend can see the churn of his thoughts cross his face because Liam smirks at him and holds out his arms.

“Want me to carry you?” he asks.

“Please,” Zayn replies, looking as sad and pathetic as he feels.

“Up you go, then,” Liam says gently, sliding his warm hands under Zayn’s back and knees to lift him into a bridal carry.

Zayn nuzzles his face into the curve of Liam’s neck, wishing he could smell the warmth of his skin and the remnants of his cologne. Instead he breathes through his mouth, hot and feverish against Liam’s shirt. His sinuses ache from the congestion and it feels like he can’t quite get enough air.

“Gonna set you down, okay?” Liam murmurs before setting Zayn gently down on the closed lid of the toilet.

Zayn’s head spins a little and he blinks rapidly. “Help me get undressed?” He could do it himself, but he wants Liam’s gentle hands taking care of him, making him feel safe and loved and comforted.

“Of course,” Liam agrees.

He slides Zayn’s shirt up his ribs, caress firm and careful over Zayn’s sensitive skin. Zayn steadies himself on Liam’s hand and stands so they can get at his sweats. Liam kneels in front of him and tugs at the drawstring of Zayn’s sweats, scooching them down over his hips until they puddle on the floor around his feet. He presses a gentle kiss to Zayn’s hipbone and helps him into the tub.

The water feels decadent against his skin, heating him through and making him feel like maybe he can breathe a bit through his stuffed up nose. Zayn moans a little at how good it feels. This was an excellent idea, his boyfriend is a genius.

“Not a genius, just know what makes you feel better when you’re sick,” Liam says through a laugh.

“Didn’t realize I said that out loud,” Zayn admits. “My head’s all fuzzy.”

“I’m sorry you’re sick,” Liam sympathises, running a hand through Zayn’s hair and massaging his scalp a bit.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you. I didn’t mean it.”

Liam smiles gently. “I know, baby. I didn’t take it personally.”

“You getting in here with me? There’s plenty of room,” Zayn points out.

“Nah. I don’t think you’ll be in there for very long. You look knackered.” Liam slides his hand down to cup the back of Zayn’s neck, thumb playing with the short hairs at the nape.

Zayn’s eyelids are heavy and he nods. “Could go for a nap, honestly. Feels good in here though. ‘M warm.”

“You ready to get out? I put new sheets on the bed for you,” Liam says.

Bed sounds divine right now. “Mmhmm, please,” Zayn mumbles, half asleep.

“If I leave you for a second do you promise not to drown?” Liam teases.

“I can stay awake for a second or two,” Zayn says. “Don’t take too long, though.”

Liam drops a kiss on Zayn’s forehead and disappears through the bathroom door and into their bedroom. He returns quickly with a bundle of clothes and a towel to help Zayn out of the tub. Zayn’s legs feel like warm jello and the air is so much colder than the water had been. He shivers sharply against the chill.

Liam wraps a heated bath sheet around him and Zayn almost cries it feels so good. He had mocked Liam when he’d first gotten the towel warmer, but he takes it back now. This is heavenly. He could honestly just stay wrapped up in the warm towel and crawl into bed with it.

“You’ll regret not putting clothes on when you wake up cold,” Liam points out.

“Fine,” Zayn grumbles, sliding a foot into the clean pair of sweats Liam is holding for him.

They sag on his hips and slouch a little too much at the ankle and Zayn raises an eyebrow. Liam is clearly dressing him in his clothes. Liam just raises his own eyebrow in response and shrugs a little sheepishly. It’s not really a secret that Liam likes seeing Zayn in his clothes so Zayn just goes with it. The slightly baggy shirt and sweats are cozy as hell.

Liam scoops him up again, this time with Zayn’s legs wrapped around his waist and his large hands cupped around Zayn’s small bum. Zayn wishes he weren’t so tired and sick. There’s a brief rush of lust that fades as quickly as it came when Liam drops him gently on the mattress and tucks the blankets up around him.

“Stay with me for a bit?” Zayn asks. He widens his eyes as much as he can and pushes his lower lip out a bit.

Liam laughs at him. “Stop. Put it away. I was going to stay anyway.” He grabs a water bottle off the nightstand and holds it out to Zayn along with a couple lozenges. “Take some medicine, though.”

Zayn wrinkles his nose, but obediently swallows the medicine. It catches along the sides of his throat painfully, despite the gel coating. He knows it will make him feel better but he hates the feel of it. He greedily gulps half the chilled water bottle, the cold soothing against his raw throat, before handing it back to Liam.

Liam sets it back on the nightstand and crawls onto the bed to slide under the covers. He scoots closer to Zayn and wraps a firm arm around his waist, tugging him back into Liam’s embrace. Zayn melts into it, lets Liam’s chest cradle him and warm him clear through.

“Sleep, baby,” Liam murmurs, nuzzling Zayn’s cheek and dropping soft kisses up the side of his face.

Zayn lets his eyes droop closed, wrapped in love and Liam. It’s the best he’s felt in days and he lets it drag him into sleep.

I Promise || S.M.

‘Hi lovely! Can you please do a Shawn smut where he’s really really sweet about it (it’s not my first) cause I’m scared cause my last BF left me after we had sex…’


“Just… please.”

“I will never leave you. I promise.”

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Plot twist for Empire of Storms

How about…

No one dies

Aelin ascends her throne no problemo

Maeve chokes and falls in a black hole

Perrington is vaporized and all the other badies are all like “Ah well, maybe in another few hundred years. How bout farming? I’ve always wanted to try farming.”

Elide makes it to Terrasen quickly and is treated like the perfect angel that she is and feels love and appreciation.

Manon commits Grandmatricide and is head of the Blackbeak babes

Dorian gets all the mental help he needs, strikes up a friendship with Mort, raises a healthy and successful kingdom and visits Terrasen to exchange books with Aelin. He hooks up with Manon because now her heart is kind of squishy and they are either lovers or super friends.

The horizontal mating dance of loooooove.

Aedion meets his dad and they have a great relationship, and since Maeve is forever in a black hole, the Cadre are free to live their lives healthy and happy.

Lysandra and Evangeline thriving in Lysandraland, with weekly dinner dates with Aedion. Evangeline finding a father figure in Aedion, and Lysandra falling for Aedion on a cool evening when he falls asleep in her easy chair reading a book to Evangeline. She realizes that there is no other man that will make her feel the same thump thump she feels in her heart at that moment.

Chaol is back to 100% health and has a great relationship with Nesryn, continuing their travels and visiting Terrasen and Adarlan, ruling Aneille.

Babuhs. Lots of sweet babuhs for all who wish to have them and they all get together and wreak havoc across the lands.

Rowan finding the happiness and family he has always deserved, standing at Aelin’s side forever, visiting Lyria’s grave and telling her all about his life.

Every one is happy. Every one has love. No pain. No Sadness. And the 6th book will be all slice of life happiness.

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hope you like it :)

“Well, your mom likes me, so fuck you.”

Anthony had never thought that setting up and designing a nursery would be this difficult.

Jasmine had been looking at Pinterest boards for months, finally finding exactly what she wanted for their tiny room in the apartment they had grown to love over the years. Anthony had let her take charge of it, instead deciding to be the one to do the painting and put everything together, not wanting Jasmine to hurt herself or the baby in the process.

“I don’t know if I want the crib there now, don’t you think it looks weird?” Jasmine bites her lip as she looks around the room, Anthony sighing as he rolls his eyes.

“Babe, not to be a mood killer, but the baby won’t care where their crib is. They’re not even going to notice, you know? You’re being kind of annoying about this.” He doesn’t mean to have it sound as harsh as it does, Jasmine gasping as she turns to look at her husband.

“Well, your mom likes me, so fuck you,” She argues, Anthony laughing as he shakes his head.

“I like you too, just not when you’re being this annoying about a nursery that the baby won’t have any opinions on,” He reminds her, resting his hands against the sides of the cribs he had embarrassingly spent over an hour trying to figure out how to build. “Can you just tell me where you want this crib to go now?” He looks over towards her, Jasmine nodding, looking around the room.

She finally decides to put the crib in the center of the wall where she had first thought she was going to put it, changing her mind a million times in between. Anthony pushes the heavy wood structure across the floor, settling it along the wall, Jasmine taking a step back to look at it all.

“There we go, that looks good, right?” She questions, Anthony coming back to stand next to her, nodding.

“As long as I don’t have to move it again, it looks amazing.”

“Your mom would move it for me again,” Jasmine whispers, Anthony laughing as he crosses his hands over his chest, shaking his head.

“Well, you can call her to help you move it when you change your mind in 15 minutes. I’m going to put the the chair where you want it and then I need a beer.” Anthony goes to begin putting the chair together and where Jasmine had originally wanted it, meeting his wife in the kitchen, taking the beer she had been offering him while she had been drinking her iced tea.

Jasmine knows how much Anthony loves her and is willing to do anything to make sure that she’s happy while they’re waiting for their baby to arrive, but she doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of using the threat of his mom to make sure that he does the things that she’s unable to do.

What Did I Get Myself Into? - 3

“So, are you sure you’re okay with talking about your job now?” Spencer asked, for what felt like the 80th time.

You just rolled your eyes. You had been seeing Spencer for five weeks now. Granted, that five weeks didn’t consist of a ton of dates, but that was because of his work schedule. He was called away on cases on a near-constant basis, but you were making it work, and you really enjoyed his company. There was something that felt different about him when compared to your previous boyfriends. He was grounded, insanely intelligent, exceedingly kind, completely adorable and unbelievably, stunningly fucking gorgeous. “Babe, we’ve been dating for a while now and I have been assured that you won’t run away because of my job, so yea, I’m good with it,” you said, sitting on the couch next to him.

He put his arm around you, slipping his hand into your wavy hair, swirling the tendrils through his fingers. “Ok, is it also okay to ask about previous relationships at this point? I don’t know what’s ok, you’re the first woman I’ve been this involved with.”

“Really?” you blurted out, completely taken aback. You’d never considered he’d never been involved. He was such a catch.

Spencer saw the look on your face and blurted out without speaking, “That doesn’t mean I’m a virgin though.”

You raised your eyebrow, “So, not a virgin, but never in a committed relationship?”

“The job makes it really hard,” he said honestly, “and up until you, I’ve never really wanted to put in the work with anybody, but you’re different. There’s something about you I’m drawn to.”

“I’m surprised someone hasn’t snatched you up before now, but I’m glad no one did - and yea I’m fine talking about previous boyfriends.”

You settled your head in his lap, looking up toward him as he continued to play with your hair. There was about 30 minutes until the lasagna you were cooking was done. “So, what do you want to know?”

“How about this? In order to make this more comfortable for you, I’ll ask all the boyfriend/job-related and sex-related questions I have on my mind in a rapid-fire style and you answer the first thing that comes to mind. That way we’ll just have everything out in the open.”

That would probably be better. If you wanted this relationship to work, and you really did, you figured getting all the “dirty little secrets” out in the open would be a good idea. “Sounds good,” you said smiling, “and…go!”

“How many boyfriends have you had and why did the relationships end?” he asked first.

“I’ve had two boyfriends. One in high school and early college. His name was Mark. We ended amicably, it was just hard because we went to two different colleges. The other I started dating when I was 26 and I broke up with him after three years because I found out that he was cheating on me. It ended about a year ago.”

“He cheated?” Spencer asked, disgusted at the thought.

“Yup!” you said, extending your arms in the air and almost hitting him in the face, still salty as fuck that the bastard wasted three years of your life. “And you wanna know how I found out?” He nodded. “His eight-months pregnant girlfriend marched up to me at the pizza place down the block demanding to know who I was?”

Spencer’s mouth dropped open like a Looney Tunes cartoon. “Seriously?” You nodded, sitting up and facing him, cross-legged on the couch.

“What an asshole.” He mirrored your stance and moved on to the next question. “Okay, you said you were ‘boring’ when he first met. What did you mean by that?”

“In the sexual aspect? I wanted to impress upon you when we met that just because I own a sex shop, doesn’t mean I’m into a ton of freaky shit,” you started, “I have been fairly vanilla in my sex life - same basic positions, never really dressed provocatively. I’ll clarify now that we’re dating. I’m open to things, they just need to be with the right person, you know?”

“Absolutely,” he said, “Duly noted. Now, total honesty, have you ever used anything you sell in the shop?”

You looked down and blushed. Again, you weren’t completely vanilla. “Yea, mainly vibrators. They are the only thing that get the job done,” you laughed.

Spencer looked surprised, “So follow up question, if they are the only thing that get the job done, does that mean you’ve never had an orgasm with someone else? Only by yourself?”

This was getting personal, quickly, but you were honest. “Nope, I’ve only been able to do it myself.”

He smiled, pushing his tongue up against his lips, “Again, duly noted. I have to keep that in mind.”

You snorted, secretly hoping he’d be able to give you that ever-elusive one-on-one orgasm. “Ok,” he asked, pausing as if trying to find the right way to word what he was about to ask, “If there is one thing you want to use from your store that you haven’t yet, what is it and why do you want to try it?”

“Oh my god,” you said, blushing yet again as your head collapsed into your hands, “I will answer, but only if I can shoot the question back at you. You need to reveal some kinky thing you wanna try so we’re even.”

He laughed, “Ok, deal. So?”

You never revealed this to anybody, even Dawn, you liked being the mysterious, ‘boring’ person your friends thought you were, so you kept it to yourself. “I…,” you began, breaking your gaze and biting your lip, “There is a kit that I sell…of ropes…” He smirked. Dammit. That smirk was hot. “I realllllllyyyy like the idea of being tied up.”

He bit his lip as well. He must’ve liked the idea of seeing you tied up, which only served to put your mind in overdrive. “Why do you like the idea? That’s the second part of the question,” he said, after noticing you shrug, like you didn’t want to give a reason.

“I guess it’s because, in my daily life, I have to be the strong person. I can’t own a shop, selling the kinds of things that I sell and then have a ‘submissive personality.’ I’d get trampled - or worse. I could end up being the kind of victim you investigate. I have to be strong, so I like the idea of trusting someone enough to be completely the opposite - to be vulnerable,” you said, surprised you had confided in him something you hadn’t even told your best friend. “Now you. It’s only fair.”

Spencer took a deep breath. “Hmm…Well, the opposite of you…in my daily life, I’m looked at as the non-threatening and submissive one, so the idea of being dominant realllllyyyyy appeals to me,” he said, mimicking your early sentiment. “I guess the idea of someone trusting me enough to do certain things,” he emphasized, “is fascinating and alluring.”

As the timer on the oven beeped, drawing your attention to the delicious smell of Italian food, you looked his way, “I am so glad you walked into my store that day.”

It Slipped

Characters: Crowley x Winchester!Sister Reader, Dean, Sam
Words: 1365
Requested by: @sammys-angel:  Soooo I was so happy when you posted about requests being open sooo, can you do a Crowley x reader were she is the boys sister but dating Crowley. And one day while there all in the Bunker she asks Crowley to get something and slips and calls him Daddy in front of her brothers(like as in sex life kind of thing) 

Warning: Some smut

Originally posted by legitimatelyincapable

        “Hey, Babe,” you smiled when your boyfriend, the King of Hell popped himself into the bunker.

           “Hello, My Love,” Crowley put his arms around you and kissed you, “How’s my girl?” he asked.

           “I’m good,” you said, “Better now that you’re here.”

           Crowley grinned, “I feel the same way. Are your brothers here?”

           You nodded, “They’re here. We’re about to have dinner. Wanna join us?” you asked, looking up at him.

           Crowley nodded, “As long as I’m with you, I can spend time with those two goons too,” he teased.

           “What a sacrifice,” you teased him, taking his hand and leading him toward the kitchen, “So proud of you.”

           “Don’t patronize me, Y/N,” Crowley said.

           “Yes, Sir,” you smirked at him before getting to the kitchen, “Guys, Crowley’s here. He’s staying for dinner.”

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In which Marcus gets amnesia and forgets he used to be an asshole

“Abby!  Abby!  Get a load of this. Thelonious is cracking me up.  He’s trying to convince me we all used to live in space.”

“We did babe.“


“Yeah, why do you think we all now currently live in the wreckage of a crashed space ship?“

“I thought it was just a bold design choice.“


“But then how could I be an advocate for peace and harmony among all nations if we all lived together on one tiny spaceship?“

“You weren’t, babe, you were kind of a dick.”

“I was?“

“Yeah, you were a dictatorial authoritarian who threw people in jail for disagreeing with you.“

“Um I think you’re referring to Pike.”

“Kane, did you forget the part where you had Jake Griffin executed?“

“That doesn’t sound like me at ALL.  Why would I do that?“

“Because the ship was running out of oxygen and he wanted to tell everyone, and you were afraid there would be riots.”

“Hmmm.  Sounds like a tough call.  What did Clarke say?  I always consult Clarke on sensitive political matters.”

“You arrested her, Kane.“

“Uh, hello, why would I arrest my stepdaughter?“

“Kane –“

“Why would I ever do something that would cause physical or emotional harm to someone who is so important to me?“

“Ooooooh, this is gonna be awkward.“


“You’re forgetting about the part where you had Abby whipped, aren’t you?“

“Babe why would you tell Thelonious about that?”

“No, babe, he doesn’t mean in a sexy way, he means like in a ‘public shaming’ kind of way.“


“You did, babe.”


“Kane –“


“Kane, you tried to have her floated.“

“Ha!  Good one, Thelonious.”

“It’s true, babe.”

“That doesn’t sound like me at ALL.  Did I have an evil twin in space?”

“No, it was definitely you.  I remember pretty clearly since I had to hobble out of Medical with an open wound to get to the airlock and stop you.”

“Uh, I think you’ve been taking one too many of those happy pills, Thelonious.  My best friend Indra would never have let this happen.  Wait, why are you looking at each other like that?“

“Babe – “


“I’m sorry babe.“

“So I really tried to kill you?”

“It was a long, long time ago, babe.  It was like … almost six months.  We’re good.”

“I’m so sorry babe I can’t believe I did that.  Wait, was I distracted because my kids were in danger?  How many kids did I have then?”


“None?  Not even a single Blake?“

“I’m sorry, babe.”

But then why would I even have a beard if it wasn’t to make myself appear more fatherly?”

“You didn’t have a beard then, Kane.”


“Shhhhh, okay, babe, it’s all right.“

“I hate space me.“

“I know, babe.  I know.“

thesushimonster  asked:

“Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes” + ripsara!!!!!!!

literally babe this prompt was asking for sex breaks mind control and i can’t believe you sent me this. but it is also 10/10 confirmed that sex in the shame cube breaks mind control (i mean just ask mick/len or kendra/carter) so guess what

He’s vicious even now. The darkness still inside of him, needing her to bring it out of him. Reaching for some kind of absolution.

His hands dig into her hips just a bit too hard. There will be bruises there in the morning, she doesn’t mind. She wants this. Wants the reminder that they were here and now and that she was going to be the one to bring him back.

No matter what it took.

She kisses him, open mouth and hungry. Desperate.

She’s wanted this for too long.

Sex has always been one of her greatest pleasures, but with Rip before, everything had been slow and careful. Rip had been - was - the sort of person that treated his lovers with care, that smoothes gentle hands over her body, that cupped her breasts with reverence,  that cradled her cheek with his hand a tender touch.

This Rip was different. He still touched her in the same ways, brought his hands along the same curves.

But it was not gentle.

It was not with niceness.