i can make a mess with friends

anonymous asked:

*Gives you a rare candy* may I please get some muk and grime headcanon?

*gasp* my sludge children!!


* Alolan Grimers are safe to touch. If you touch them though be prepared to get really messy real quick, for the sludge they’re made out of sticks to almost any surface right away.

* They’re super friendly but because of their look and the mess it makes, not a lot of pokemon are willing to be friends with them. Other poison types get along great with Grimer though such as Koffing/Weezing, Swalot, Skuntank and Garbador.

* Grimers can actually be a bit picky when it comes to what they’ll eat.They’re not at the stage yet where they’ll eat anything they see like Muks, only eating anything that’s actually edible.


* Muks love getting attention from their trainers. They’ll often start leaning against their trainer’s leg for attention, covering their trainer’s leg in sludge. They mean well though.

* When they sleep it’s best to keep them in their pokeballs. When they fall asleep they can’t keep their shape and will start spreading out, covering the floor with itself.

* They do have a bit of a bad habit of taking things just to eat them. Wild Muks do this much more than tamed ones, taking things from trainer’s bags and eating them before the trainer can get it back.

have i ever told you guys that two days ago my sister’s best friend and i where messing around and seeing who could throw a ball the best, 

and he said “i bet i can throw your shoe into that tree and it’ll come down!”

so this kid throws my shoe (after i said he could)  and it lands on my roof instead of the tree (it went threw the branches and landed ‘safely’ on the roof) 

and we both just sit there with faces of pure horror and my dad the next day got it down after he saw it XDD i wouldn’t tell him how it got up there.

Hi! If you are still doing Teen Wolf ships I would love one! I am 23 years old and am 5’3. I have shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. I am fiercely loyal if you mess with someone that I care for you better run lol. I am constantly told that I am too honest and opinionated. Around strangers I am quiet but once I am with people I know I can’t stop making jokes. I’ve been told that my humour is mostly dad jokes and most of the time I’m the only one laughing! ;) Love your blog! Thanks a bunch!! @jengatree

I’m so glad you like my blog and don’t worry, I love dad jokes ahaha x

I ship you with Isaac!!

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Your best friend is Malia haha

Originally posted by forwood

Where do they take you on your first date? Coffee and park

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Originally posted by morewhovianthanhuman

Their pick up line. Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more. awwwww x

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Who has a crush on you? Cute lil’ Liam

Originally posted by kawaiixliam-blog

This life is what you make it. No matter what, you’re going to mess up sometimes, it’s a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you’re going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they’ll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they’re your true best friends. Don’t let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they’ll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find your soulmate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.
—  Marilyn Monroe
Something sad I just realized...

You know how there’s all that stuff going around about Trump’s intro to the White House and Obama talking to him and Michelle showing Melania around?  Well, I just thought about what it would have been if it were Hillary and Bill instead. Obama and Hillary strolling around chatting about the campaign, about the future, joking stuff like, “Thanks for keeping it warm for me!” and “Finally you get to sit at the desk!”  Bill and Michelle bonding, Michelle threatening him if he messes up her garden, making jokes about how she has high expectations for the flower arrangements, and she can’t wait to see his outfits covered in Vogue.  These friends all laughing in relief and the current First Couple preparing to hand it all over to people who know what they’re doing.


I’m reading all of those crazy customers’ stories from US and I wish those customers came to Poland and be served by an older cashier, who lived in Poland in times of communism. Hooooo boi, what a shock would that be!

Carts: all carts require a coin and you have to put the cart back to get back your coin –> no mess with carts. 

All cashiers are sitting down. No one would like to stand for hours if they can sit! Sitting down makes you look lazy?? Crazy idea.

No small talk: the general rule is you come to the store to exchange money for goods, not to make friends. Of course you can make a small talk, but it’s not a part of the customer service. My usual transactions look like this:
cashier: Good morning *starts scanning*
customer: Good morning *starts bagging items*
cashier: your total is…
customer: *hands cash/shows card to indicate that I’ll be paying by card*
cashier: *gives change and receipt* Thank you, good bye
customer: Thank you, good bye

No baggers. Even in the poshest of the supermarkets. When I was a kid the bags were free, but now we’re environmentally conscious  and customers have to bring their own bags. If they don’t have them, they can purchase the bags and customers bag their own purchases.

And why an older cashier? In times of communism the cashier had all the power and could do as they pleased, so sometimes older people still work in said mindset, so they can even be rude (well, not rude, but doesn’t make an effort kind of dismissive?) to the customers and everyone rolls with that. But what if someone complains about them you ask? Well, no one will! I wouldn’t even know where to start, lol. If you asked for the manager, the manager would stand by the store’s policy, no mater what kind of a tantrum the customer is throwing and maybe even ask the security to escort them out? (later all of the staff would have a good laugh about this).
I’m talking here about invalid complaints, when it’s customers fault.

Let’s say the customer wants something against the store’s policy/makes a mistake and cashier doesn’t grant their ridiculous demand, and said customer is very displeased. The manager stands by the cashier, and later the customer sends some kind of official complain to the corporate. IF the letter doesn’t get lost, the customer will get a dismissive answer about how their complaint is invalid.

But, the best thing is - this doesn’t happen. Customers know that if a cashier says “no, that’s not possible (explanation why, not always super polite)” then that’s it, and there’s no sense in arguing.

Some of the stores that are big international corporates (think fruit electronics) or from US, work in American system and complaints affect the employees, so I guess they have to give in to ridiculous demands and have to be always super polite.

My point is: US cashiers would have it so good here! (Unless they enjoy small talk)

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Share what you're reading? Go to your AO3 history and see if there's anything you've read recently that you've liked. Left kudos? Left a comment? Awesome! Now go the last step and give us a rec! (Tag the author if you can!) Then pass it on!

Alright friends, it’s time for some fic recs. 99% of the most recent ones are Johnlock, so here we go:

Carry On by Mazarin221b (5k)
A 5+1. Five times John didn’t want to be carried (getting injured, getting shot,…) and one time he did (you can imagine). Him and Sherlock getting together is very sweet.

the napoleon by darcylindbergh (25k)
Halloween, 1989: John and Sherlock both have big plans for the night, but some serial killers have the worst possible timing. They get together after heaps of miscommunication in the middle of the case. The following sex is GORGEOUS.

Chemical bonds by weeesi (4.5k)
Sherlock is high on pain killers and proposes sex. John believes it’s the drugs talking. Hilarious and very sweet.

Iris by slashscribe (12k)
Parentlock. John moves back in with his baby. Sherlock is hesitant towards her because he’s afraid of overstepping, but he adjusts to her and loves her because she’s John’s. When John asks him why, they finally talk and kiss. Very beautiful, happy ending.

Spare Change by Ermerness (52k)
Sherlock is a super rich prat and supposed to get married to another rich prat. He meets John, though, and they move in together while secretly pining for each other. They have sex under the pretence of ‘preparing Sherlock for his wedding night’ and realise how well they fit together… Super entertaining.

The Wisteria Tree by @silentauroriamthereal (30k)
AKA the one that made me cry on my birthday. They were happy tears, though.  Sherlock wakes up from a month-long coma only to discover that he has no memory of the previous six years during which he and John were already together. A lot of relearning and adjusting. And a perfect ending.

The repeated image by Teatrolley (20k)
Sherlock keeps getting reborn and keeps finding John in each of his lives. Sometimes he tells him. Very beautiful and emotional. 

The Things Love Can Do by Teatrolley (38k)
Teenlock. The Way He Looks AU. Sherlock is blind. John is the new guy at school. A lot of things happen when you’re young and falling in love… I was practically sobbing into my pillow by the end of this. Hopeful and encouraging ending.

The Measure of a Gentleman by i_ship_an_armada (68k)
Pride and Prejudice Fusion. I haven’t yet managed to finish P&P, but I read this in one go.

A Waste of Breath by Chryse (95.5k)
This gets very dark. Sherlock enters an abusive relationship with Moran, who turns out to be even worse of a person than you initially think. John is helpless. By the end they finally talk and defeat Moran together. Happy ending.

The Ground Beneath Your Feet by Chryse (69k)
Sherlock is injured and traumatised after his time away. After a few months of recovery he agrees to meet John, and so they start meeting up every week until they finally get together. Sherlock recovers more and more. Their love is so tangible in this one.

Big Brother Is Watching You by flawedamythyst (6k)
Sherlock and John enter the Big Brother house. Hilarious.

Baseball by earlgreytea68 (146k)
What it says on the tin. Every time I think I can’t possibly enjoy a sports AU, some amazing author proves me wrong.

Among the Secret Things by Kate_Lear (33.5k)
John has amnesia and thinks they were together. Sherlock doesn’t correct him, but he feels terrible about lying. The angst in this killed me, but their relationship is so pure.


Cryptology by JaneTurene (27k) Holmes/Watson ACD Canon fic
Watson makes a sacrifice to save himself and Holmes, but the consequences are more varied and far-reaching than anyone could have suspected. Heartbreaking and beautiful. Happy ending.

At Least There’s The Football by sheffiesharpe (179k) Mystrade
Epic story of Lestrade and Mycroft’s lives, their getting together and being together and everything that’s going on around them.

~ make up memes/starters ~

  • i missed everything about you.
  • can i come over so we can talk?
  • your friends called and told me how hard you’ve been taking it.
  • please take me back.
  • i won’t mess up this time.
  • let me kiss you from head to toe, i’m not going anywhere this time.
  • i can forgive you but i don’t think i can forget.
  • i just couldn’t live without you.
  • how do you expect things to just go back to normal.
  • you have no idea how hard it was to stay away from you.
  • have you already forgotten how good we used to be together? 
  • i promise - i’ll never leave you again.
  • leaving you was the hardest thing i ever had to do.
  • i’ll tell you every day that i’m sorry if that’s what you need. 
  • life isn’t worth living without you.
  • i saw your face everywhere i went.
  • i was miserable without you.
  • you made me a better person. 
  • how are we just supposed to forget everything that happened? 
  • unloving you was the hardest thing i’ve ever done.
  • ice nation: (threatens clarke)
  • lexa: sweetie, you are literally so out of line it’s fucking unbelievable. i could drag you so hard right now but i know you’ll just end up crying. i’ve roasted you before and you know it. chances are you’ll just say i bullied you because you’re gay and have different skin. talk shit get hit, you don’t wanna mess with me kiddo; i’ve got a black belt. i know threats are fucked up but that’s all i’ve been receiving all day, probably from her royal hoodrat nia and all of her nasty friends. but you can gang up on me and make fun of me for being goth all you want. i’ve been hurt a lot. my first girlfriend was decapitated, titus screams if i forget to do my chores, and there are some days i don’t even want to get out of bed in the mornings. i’m a jaded teenage girl. i’ve been through shit that you wouldn’t even dream of. you think your life is hard? try asking your girlfriend to save your life only to have her put fucking water on your bullet wound. you don’t know my life or my story so keep my name out of your nasty mouth. life is a battlefield and it looks like i’ve already won.

I wish I was better at drawing because I want to make a children’s book called “Big Woof and Little Floof” about a big, burly pit bull and a tiny,  fluffy pomeranian  who are best friends and always try to go on little adventures together,  but their differing sizes keep messing everything up. 

I think that’d be super cute. 

Why can’t I draw better?

This life is what you make it. No matter what, you’re going to mess up sometimes, it’s a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you’re going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they’ll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they’re your true best friends. Don’t let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they’ll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find your soulmate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.
—  Marilyn Monroe


“I think you should let me go"you warned the teacher that was stood before you with a rope in his hands.

“And why would I want to do that, so you can run to your little group of friends and tell them about me?"he snarled as he wrapped the rope around your neck.

"Oh we’ve already passed that stage they know about you, I’m just warning you about Scott. You don’t want to get on the wrong side of him when he’s angry"you choked out as the rope was strangling you.


“Stiles knows where I am, therefore the whole pack knows where I am. And if you mess with Scott’s pack… well that makes him very angry"you struggled against the nazi werewolf trying to get the rope from around your neck.

"Y/n!?"You heard Stiles shout.
Suddenly the door fell of its hinges and Scott burst into the room, his eyes glowing red.

Lydia, Stiles and Malia stood behind him and Liam, Hayden and Mason came rushing through the other doors.

Scott lunged forward and sunk his claws into the werewolf, he then punched the teacher, causing him to fly across the room. He fell to the floor unconscious.
Stiles ran towards you and quickly took the rope from around you.

"I did warn him"you shrugged as you rubbed your neck.


“I aim to please.”
“No one messes with my friends.”
“I can handle it. I can handle whatever.”
“Stay on target.”
“Go out. Fight hard. Screw up. Save the world. Yeah whatever.”
“I like playing dumb sometimes. Makes me feel smart.”
“You and me are going out.”
“Normal is the new super.”
“Now you’re talking.”
“Practice makes perfect.”
“You miss all the shots you don’t take.”
“‘Hawkeye’ rhymes with 'coolguy.’”
“Can’t you take a joke?”
“Enough moping around. Let’s do something.”

My friends, let me do my best to reassure you all.

I’m not going to lie, Trump is a fuck, but he cannot do all these things he ‘promised’ he’d do. 1. Because most of them go against the constitution (which he can’t mess with), 2. Because they go against Supreme Court rulings (which he can’t mess with), and 3. Because a president cannot make or approve a new law or do anything without congress.

What you can do is keep an eye on congress elections. Hell, half the reason why Obama couldn’t do a lot of things while in office was because he was blocked by a republican congress. I imagine with a democrat congress, it will be much the same for him.

A president for the most part, is essentially an elected scapegoat to blame all the countries problems on. He can’t even get near the nuclear codes without the checks and balances put into place by the countries founding fathers for this very reason.

For Trump, he is just going to make us all look hella stupid for the next four years. The big problem will be dealing with fucks who think they can get away with things now.

We can get through this. Most of us are old enough to have lived through Bush Jr. (Jesus Christ…that was a doozy, and EIGHT YEARS OF IT.) Stick together, stay strong, and live your lives as best as you can. You all are stronger than you know.

And on a puzzleshipping note, if you think I’m ever gonna be over Yugi’s speech about missing Atem and letting him know what he meant to him, you, my friend, are sadly mistaken. You can play that speech at my funeral.

And also the fact that although the whole movie was about getting Atem back and Kaiba doing anything and everything to achieve that, not once during all did Atem make any sort of appearance (minus the scene with Joey) but the moment Yugi is about to fall, he descends from the sky looking like a goddamn guardian angel about to fuck you up for messing with his boy (for real, I’m not over how pissed he looked and his eyes looked like they did during the duel with Weevel in s04 when he thought Yugi’s soul was destroyed like damn).

A Very Wet Ride

// In which Y/N drunk and horny and makes a mess of Justin’s car //


“can you do a smut where Justin comes to pick you up from a party and you are very drunk but become sober in the car and it’s a long drive back to the house so you start feelin yourself in the car and come all over his seats and stuff and you can do the rest”

*Contains Mature content*


“Heyyy, has anyone see my purse? It’s little and red or it may be purple,” I yelled at the people sitting at the table I think I previously occupied with my friends. With my shoes in my hand and my head pounding, no one was helping my find my stuff. The room was full of people and the air was laced with weed but I just don’t understand how they could continue to party when MY purse was gone. I wobbled into one of the other rooms and tripped as I pushed a guy out of my way to find my bag.

“You alright, babe,” he asked, as he helped me to my feet. He was so cute. Like really cute.

“I just need to find my purse,” I spoke into his ear over the music.

“What does it look like?” He asked, looking around as if he had laser eyes.

“I wont remember, I just need my phone. I need to call for a ride home. I didn’t drive because I knew I’d be too drunk to drive home and I don’t know where my friends are and my feet hurt real bad,” I rambled and threw my hands around as I talked.

“You can use my phone,” the guy handed me his iPhone.

“Thank you so much this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” The guy laughed while I was on the verge of tears at his kindness. It took me a few tries but I finally dialed the correct number that I needed.

“One rings. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings. Five rings. Si-” I counted off until my boyfriend picked up the phone.

“Hello?” Justin asked sleepily.

“Hey, babeee,” I greeted happily at the sound of my boyfriend’s voice. I love my boyfriend. My boyfriend rocks.

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?” He asked angrily.

“Baby don’t be mad,” I whined into the phone. When I make him mad, he makes me sad and i don’t like being sad.

“Where are you? It’s two in the morning,” Justin pointed out.

“Well see, what had happened was, I was at Kailah’s house pregaming with the girls and Rob showed and invited us to a party in Monica-“

“You’re in Santa Monica right now?”

“No, Jay let me finish. I talk then, you talk then, I talk then, you talk. That’s how conversations work so don’t be rude. So… we went to a party then the police shut it down but we made friends with people who were going to another party and now I’m at some beach house in Manhattan Beach and they have the best weed here but I lost my phone and now I’m ready to go home. Whoaaaa… That last part rhymed a little. I think I might steal your job, Drew,” I laughed into the speaker.

“Fuck, manhattan beach is an hour away. Where is Kailah or Hailey or the rest of the group?” He sounded like he was worried but he shouldn’t be, I met a cute nice guy who let me borrow his phone.

“No guy is nice unless he wants to fuck you,” Justin scolded. I accidentally talked my mind out loud.

“Boys can be nice and Hailey left with some guy in Santa Monica and I haven’t seen anyone else I know in hours,” I groaned out.

“Send me the address.”

“I already told you I’m at a beach house,” I groaned.

“Put me on the phone with whoever’s phone you’re using and sit tight. I’ll be there in half an hour,” Justin instructed and I nodded through the phone in understanding. “Y/N? Hello?” Justin’s voice rang out

“Sorry, I forgot you can’t hear me nod,” I giggled before giving the phone back to the guy. He talked to Justin while I sat tight like he told me. I sat tight and sat tighter but I got bored really quick. I sat tight until Panda started playing. Panda is like the best song ever so, I HAD to dance. I danced and danced and danced. A few guys danced with me too. I was dancing on the coffee table to Work and drinking with some guy when, I was suddenly pulled off the table and was thrown over someone’s shoulder.

“The the fuck, bro?” the guy I was dancing with yelled out.

“Shut the fuck up before I bash your fucking teeth in. This is my girlfriend so fuck off,” the guy that was carrying me argued back. I was his girlfriend? If is was his girlfriend that means-

“Juju!” I squealed as I flailed my arms around, causing MY boyfriend to loose his balance. “ I missed you!” I gushed as I hugged on the floor that we toppled on.

“Yeah okay,” he rolled his eyes and pulled me up along with him. He looked mad. Super duper mad. It made me super duper sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked while poking the jaw he held clenched up.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

“No stupid, I asked you what’s wrong. You have to answer first,” I giggled. My boyfriend is DUMB.

“What’s wrong is that I told you, you shouldn’t go out with Kailah anymore because she always ditches you. Instead of listening, you went anyway and no surprise, she left you stranded. You had to call me, in the middle of the night, to ask me to pick you up when you don’t even know where you are. And once I finally get here after 45 minutes of driving, instead of staying still, I find you dancing up against some random loser. That’s what’s fucking wrong, Y/n,” Justin ranted as he supported me as we walked to where ever he was taking me.

“Stop yelling at me,” I pouted.

“Stop making stupid decisions,” he retorted. At his words, I threw a fit and sat my ass on the ground. “Y/N, get up.”

“No I’m not going anywhere with you,” I rolled my eyes as I pulled at the grass I was sitting on.

“Y/N stop being a fucking brat and get up,” Justin said angrily.

“Say it nicely,” I laid back in the grass.

“Please get off the ground so, we can go home,” He sighed.

“Okay,” I nodded.


“Okay,” I repeated and sluggishly got up on my feet again. Justin supported me and walked me to his car. “Damn, this is your car? You must got moneyyyy,” I exclaimed as he opened the passenger door to a white Ferrari. Justin snorted as he buckled me up. I tried to kiss him but he swerved me and instead got in the drivers’ seat and started on our journey home.

“I don’t feel too good,” I said as I held my head in my hands.

“Y/N, I got this car two days ago. I swear to god if you get sick in here I will-”

“God, Justin. I was just kidding!” I wasn’t kidding but he’s still no fun. I picked at my nails and kept my eyes on flashing lights lining the road. I was soooo bored. Justin had Alicia keys playing lowly on the aux and I thought I was going to suffocate from the boringness. “Justin,” I cooed his name before clumsily leaning over the console and kissing his neck.

“Stop,” He leaned away from me. I smirked before putting grabbing at little Justin. “Y/N, I said stop. I’m not in the mood for this right now and I’m driving.”

“Fine,” I huffed and leaned back against the door on my side of the car. If he wants to be mean, he can be mean but not to me.

“Justin?” I called his name a few moments later.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“How much longer until we’re home?”

“Forty minutes,” he told me. Forty whole minutes. There’s so much I could do with forty minutes. I thought of all the things I could possibly do with forty minutes. It took me two minutes to figure out what I felt like doing but, thirty eight minutes is still a long time too.

Making sure Justin doesn’t notice me, I dragged my hand up and down my thigh lightly. It felt so good to be touched even if I was the one doing the touching. I discreetly push my dress up a bit to get to my pussy that was quickly getting wet. It felt so good touching myself that, I couldn’t help but let out a little moan. I quickly looked at Justin and watched him take a quick glance at my face then, my hand then, the road again but, he didn’t say anything. His silent permission urged me to stop palying around and pull my wet panties off completely.

I let out a louder moan when I pushed my finger into my soaking pussy. It felt so good that I thought I could already cum. I made a slow rhythm with my finger and opened my legs wider to hit a better angle. My tight dress hitched around around my waist as I continued to play with myself. My eyes closed in pleasure as I rolled my hips against my finger. I had almost forgotten my surroundings until, Justin’s voice rang out for the first time since I started fingering myself.

“Don’t get cum on the seat,” He said seriously. Even though he didn’t want me to make a mess, he wanted to continue making a mess of myself. I nodded and pulled off my dress completely and put it under my ass where my cum was already starting to drip. I pressed a second finger into my tight heat and watched as Justin’s eyes rapidly try to glance at both me and the road. Luckily we were one of the only cars out this late on the highway because if not, Justin would’ve killed us already. I shook my head to stop worrying about the road and focus on the ecstasy I was provoking on myself.

“Justin, this feels so fucking good. I wish you would feel me too,” I confessed, jerking against the two fingers that hit my pussy just right. I slowed down and watched the side of Justin’s face as I scissored myself. God, I love it when he fucks me hard. The sight of his jaw clenched and his hands turning white, wrapping against the steering wheel, only reminded me of how hard he fucks me after I get him riled up. I moaned out his name as I thought of all the raunchy positions he took me in.

“Fuck, you got me so hard,” Justin grunted out as he used one hand to drive and the other to press at the bulging dick in his pants. I hummed happily at the fact that I got him so turned on without even having to touch him.

Feeling my high approaching, I felt wild and added a third finger and used my other hand to rub at my my swollen clit. I was so turned on that direct contact on my clit was almost too much. I rubbed in small circles around my most sensitive area as my build up got higher. I couldn’t stop moaning as three of my finger pumped inside of me quickly. I screamed out when I found my g spot and hit it continuously with my finger tips. With my fingers pressed against my spot inside of me, I screamed out as I quickly rubbed back and forth over my clit.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, I yanked my fingers out of my pussy and squirted out a large stream of my arousal. My juices not only drenched my seat but also the dashboard, gearshift, and car floor. I tried to stop myself but my arousal wouldn’t stop flowing out of me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panicked as I tried to clean up my mess with the dress I previously stripped out of. I tried my best from prevent my cum to staining the black upholstery but my motor skilled were still pretty impaired from earlier.

I looked up from my mess when I felt the the car lurch forward in speed. I looked over at Justin who was looking at the road, then looked at the speedometer to see us approaching 120 mph on the highway. Justin swerved past the few cars we saw and barely slowed down when we exited the freeway to turn into Calabasas. It wasn’t until we turned into the drive way that I noticed a few droplets of my cum on the steering wheel and Justin’s hands.

“If there is going to be a mess in this car, it’s going to be from me,” Justin stated before getting out the car and opening up my door. Just when I though he was going to drop the situation at hand, he pushed me again the car and kissed my roughly. In nothing but my bra, Justin sat me on the hood of his car then pulled his pants down. Not bothering with foreplay, he pressed himself inside of of me.

“You’re always so tight for me,” Justin groaned in relief about the amount of friction inside of me. I merely took it as Justin gave me his everything. I was so sensitive and tired that I couldn’t keep with him even if I tried. I bit down on Justin’s shoulder as he used me for his pleasure. I didn’t even realize I was cumming until the same overwhelming feeling from earlier plagued me again. I pushed Justin out of me as another flood shot out and hit Justin’s pelvis and dripped down his thighs.

“You don’t understand how hot this is,” Justin moaned before pushing into me once again. I cried out and let my back collapse onto the hood of the Ferrari. He drilled into he hard and fast and just when he was about to cum, I started squirting again. All Justin could think to do at that moment was ferociously pump at his cock and shoot his warm cum all over both me and the car. He collapsed beside me on the car and held my hand as we looked up at the sky.

“Before tonight, you’ve only squirted once. Tonight you squirted three times in a row,” Justin recapped happily.

“So you aren’t mad at me?” I asked the question, I thought I was going to avoid.

“How can I be mad over the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?” He asked sincerely. I laughed before snuggling my head onto his toned chest. “Do you want to go to the car wash with me tomorrow morning?” Justin asked a moment later.

“Only if we go to the Apple Store afterwards, so that I can get a new phone,” I let out a laugh and looked up at the stars that were the only witnesses to tonight’s events.


i’m on a roll right now so send in me requests ! - drea 🌟

The Core Four : Hogwarts Stereotypes
  • Gryffindor: Archie, obviously with his golden retriever attitude; my friends are important to me; fight me; I play football and guitar; clueless af;
  • Ravenclaw: Jughead, as he is sassy little shit, who talks smart and his mentor is Quentin Tarantino but he really just saw "Pulp Fiction"; don't talk to me I'm writing a novel but really it's just fanfiction; black coffee; aesthetic; and as for originality he is called Hot Topic for a reason;
  • Hufflefuff: Betty, who is sweet girl next door; she will bring you cookies make you feel better; also badass af; breaks into cars, solved murders; writes to newspaper; "You can't do that to girls you...jerk"; don't mess with her; cares about her friends more than herself;
  • Slytherin: Veronica 'talk shit get hit'; fashionable af; lots of money; is Breakfast at Tiffany and In Cold Blood; "Honey who do I have to kill to make you feel better?"; "My speciality is ice"

Can we just take a moment to clap for Jyou Kido please?

This guy thinks about all of his friends and cares about wanting to make sure they all get some food and rest and a decent and safe place to sleep. Then without a second thought he dive bombs a guy because Kido has no sense of self preservation, not when someone is messing with his kids. And the way he catches Sora, damn girl, forget about Yamato and Taichi, Jyou’s the one every girl and Takeru should be chasing.

New Faces- Part  (1/?)

Joker x Reader

Imagine being in Arkham and making a new friend while being there.

Word count: 836

Warnings: some light language

 “I’ve had some tough patients before but she-she’s the worst of them all. I can’t treat her anymore,” your shrink had left not even five minutes into your session.

  “Where ya goin’ doc?” a big smile was spread across your face as you yelled for her. “Come on! I promise next time I’ll be good!” you loved messing with her, maybe swallowing her pen so she couldn’t write notes was a little too far.

  “There won’t be a next time you-loon!” really? Loon? Was that the best her big bird brain could come up with?

   A few moments later the guards walked in, probably taking you to quarantine until you decided to cough up the pen. The looks they gave you made you want to laugh, so you did the opposite.

  “Please don’t hurt me! I’m innocent I swear!” of course this didn’t phase them in the least, they knew, well, thought they knew your tricks. And this was one of them. ‘  

  To your surprise, they brought you back to your cell. Had she not told them you’d bent over and downed your writing utensil? You weren’t complaining one bit, she just handed over a way t help get you out of this shithole. The guards practically threw you into the cell. “Watch it would ya’?”

  “You’re so funny when you get upset,” one of the guards spat back at you.

  “Why dontcha come in here and I’ll show you somethin’ real funny?” you leaned up against the bars, resting your head in between two of them and intertwining your hands around two others. “Come on. I’m bored, come play with me,” a fake sad face, pouting your bottom lip.

   “Nobody’ going to play with you hunny. You killed three guards in a month,” bunching you eyebrows together, in a confused manner.

  “Only three? Being locked up must’ve got me slackin’,” you replied, showing all your white teeth in a huge smile.

  “Maybe you didn’t know,but you’re not all together upstairs. You sleep on the floor,” both of them laughed.

  “I sleep where I want, when I want, with who I want,” you spat right back at him.

  “Let me know when you’re not a loon, I’ll be glad to take care of that playful itch of yours,” he snickred.

  “Come open this door and say that again,” you were begging practically. You could take him, hell you could take both of them. “Chicken shit,” anger and disappointment filled every fiber in your body as the pair of them walked away.

  Now what would you do for entertainment? You were a needy person, always needing attention of some sort. Always needing somebody to pester. Bored, you laid on your floor bed looking up at the ceiling, counting how many bullets had entered the hard surface. This didn’t hold your interest for more than a minute, so you looked around at your surroundings. And it hit you. You’re in freaking Arkham, and you knew for a fact you weren’t the only one here. Anxiously you sat up, trying your best to look from left to right, hoping to see another face.

  “If you’re looking for a way out, you’re doing a poor job of it doll,” a strange voice came from directly in front of you. There was somebody in that glass boxed cage?

  “How long have ya been there?” you tilted your head to the side, “and  I’m not tryin’ to escape, I’m bored,” the strange man just laughed.

  “You’re bored? This isn’t exactly a day at the fair,” you still couldn’t see who owned the mysterious voice but you giggled. “Something funny doll?”

  “Carnivals,” a bright smile came to show on your face. “Pretty lights,” you paused. “Clowns too,” sitting against the wall you peered upward, imaging it all in front of you. All the while you’ completely forgotten about the conversation you were having.

  “You like those things?” interest peaked in his voice while another giggly reply came from you.

  “Love em’. Life…it’s like a big fancy game at a carnival. Ya play the game and ya win the cool prize,” your eyes searched into the cage in front of you, trying to find a set of eyes. “But why play the game when you can control it…like a God” your Y/E/C eyes lit up.

  “I like the way your mind ticks. You got a name?” now you were the one interested.

  “Y/N,” you crossed your arms, “ya gotta name mistah?”  purr came as part of a response, sending deep chills down your spine and into your arms, leaving goosebumps.

  “J,” as he stepped forward out of the shadows your heart began to throb, everything about him was mesmerising as you crawled on the floor to the front of the bars keeping you caged like an animal. “But most people know me as The Joker,” that famous smile that you’d only heard about was right in front of you as your eyes lit up in amazement and wonder.

Read Part Two Here

RFA+V+Saeran as home tutors

I said I would write more about this theme, so check this (@hanmemyphon) first. I really love thinking about this <3  The MC would be in her last year of High School or already in college.


  • His first day would be a total mess. He would be so nervous about saying something wrong or you not liking him. 
  • Please, start talking to him so he can be more comfortable. Maybe some sweets too? He is so pale. 
  • After some days, Yoosung would be so normal about it. Just teaching and giving you tips. Like best friends. 
  • When you said you like him… Where’s Yoosung? I am only seeing a tomato. Really. 
  • He would make some challenges to motivate you. If you pass the semester with only good grades, a date. 
  • Oh, boy. Your parents were surprised about how good this boy was.


  • The first day and Seven was using a wig. You said you thought the teacher was a man and… 
  • Best first day. You laughed for so long your mom was scared about what was happening. 
  • Would take you outside and have some different lessons. And yes, HBC can help you. 
  • You like Teacher 707? Okay, you have to get 100 in this test. AND OH, SHIT. All you saw that year with him. And some pretty difficult questions.
  • But you did it. And he was like “… okay. You don’t need me anymore. Goodbye." 
  • The next day, this man went to your house with a bouquet of flowers. Asking you to be his 606.


  • Mom, I thought he was a teacher not an actor. How can you not be surprised?!
  • Zen knew the easiest ways to learn something and his memory is so good. Best tips about how to remember something. 
  • You had an agreement that each wrong answer would be one photo from your childhood. And for 3 right answers you could ask for one photo. 
  • YOU LIKE ME?!“ said the man that would flirt with you everyday.
  • He would ask for your parents because Zen is gentleman and just a sheep. 
  • Quit with being a teacher but sometimes teaches about theater and acting.


  • Bad start. ”Teacher Jumin, you said? No, it’s Professor Han.“ 
  • Really angry if you forget something easy and gives you extra homework. 
  • Do you know how hard it is to get some information about him? But you still like this jerk.
  • This man was ready to tell about it to your parents and how would they say no? He is Jumin Han. 
  • You had to wait for his answer until his last day. This devil. And when you said about giving you some motivation.
  • Do you really need it? Just do it so you can work with me. But would love if you took photos of Elizabeth for each right answer. Wait, Jumin. That’s not…


  • You want her in your family. They want Jaehee with them. This woman is AMAZING. 
  • One day she said about a present and… it was a study schedule. With all you had to study and breaks. 
  • Really strict when teaching, but loves when she can finally talk about Zen and her day with you.
  • JAEHEE IS SO RED. She didn’t expect you would also like her. Like??? She must like a boy from her school and… 
  • Your family. She wouldn’t stop talking about what she would do. ”Jaehee, they love you. Calm down.“
  • And when you said about maybe going to work in the same place as her… No, no and no.


  • You were so worried about him needing something. Wait, he is the teacher and…
  • He is so calm and patient. Always drink water to not fall sleep when he starts talking because his voice is so perfect.
  • V loves seeing your little drawings in the corner of your books. Takes some photos in secret.
  • Takes you to some places to relax sometimes and your parents like him so much. 
  • Gives you a photobook while saying he likes you and… So many photos showing how you changed. 
  • Always talks about you with the RFA members and party guests. Be ready.


  • MOM. THERE’S A STRANGE MAN IN MY ROOM. Oh, my home tutor? Hello.
  • Saeran was good about anything, but was really strict too. He would just watch you and search for a mistake. 
  • You always buy ice cream after you saw how cute he is while eating it. 
  • Jumin was hard? Saeyoung was hard? Then meet Saeran. His test would be hard even to a college teacher. 
  • When the year ended, you already knew half the stuff you would learn in college. 
  • Takes you to have ice cream in his house and just says to Saeyoung that you are his girlfriend.