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My Confessions!

A follower asked me last Monday; …
“Did you masturbate last Sunday?”

 I answered; …
This Sunday I started the day with a enormous multi orgasm. Hubby woke up early and left the bed. I was thinking how lucky I was with Hubby, because often this means he will make me a nice breakfast. But this morning it was different. When he came back in our bedroom he showed me a nice dildo, he personally had carved out of a ginger root.

 The yellow ginger dildo look nice and the smell of ginger was filling the bedroom. This wasn’t the first time Hubby introduced ginger in our sex life, we had had tried it once before. But that time the ginger was old and had no real burn.

I was this Sunday morning wet, hot and horny. Last night  we had guests, it became late and I was too tired for sex or masturbating. So it was a big surprise to see Hubby with his beautiful home craft work, a piece of fresh ginger, carved in the form of a cock.

Hubby told me too to sit in doggy style, and put my ass up.
So it wasn’t a real surprise when Hubby stuck it up my butt!
Hubby carefully penetrated the ginger dildo my anus.
The first seconds it just felt nice, having my ass stuffed.
But then it began ………….. WoW!

The wet stuffed feeling changed into a very intense burning feeling, but not as at all as I expected an unbearable feeling. It was amazing, awesome, fantastic, gorgeous, magic, actually no words can describe this intense feeling.

Hubby bent over to me and whispered in my ear, I want you to cum now!
And believe me, these words were not a command, but a relief.
With one hand, I moved the ginger dildo back and forth, so that everytime fresh surface touched the inside of my anus keeping the burning feeling strong..

With my other hand I did what I was good at.

The ginger effect in my ass was magic and within minutes I came.

My orgasm was like an explosion, not once, not twice, but OMG the orgasms were following the one after the other. I lost the feeling of time and place and in the end I fell exhausted down on the bed.
It took me at least an hour to come back in the human world. But the smell of fresh coffee and home baked croissants helped a lot with that.

Please note!!!
The burning effect of ginger is for everybody different. so be careful and try first. Attach at the end of the ginger, a thin but strong enough string for an emergency quick removal.

Woke up to youtube playing Mr. Rogers this morning. I haven’t watched his show since I was in middle school but I couldn’t bring myself to turn off the video. Actually let a few more play while I went about my morning routine. It was just a peaceful and warm feeling, y’know, listening to his stories and coming away appreciating the show in a way I didn’t as a child. I might just make a habit of watching him after I wake up because it made starting the day a little easier.

anonymous asked:

Hey dude, it's kind of messed up you didn't apologize for the vagilitarian Rose picture, didn't delete the drawing, and then draw her with an obviously trans feminine kanaya who is rose's girlfriend when that shirt is rooted in TWERF ideology and you're not trans feminine like Yikes Tbh

i really Hate answering this but im not tired enough Yet to not care abt misinfo so heres some stuff since apparently u had time to send this but not enough time to actually look through my blog

  • ive apologised multiple times
  • i actually did make the post private for a while, before deciding that was stupid since i posted it before i went to bed and it had 3k notes by the time i woke up and realised i made a mistake
  • aka it was already in circulation and hiding it would prevent nothing!!! better to acknowledge, apologise and move on to do better 
  • dont get all your opinions from one sentence callout posts its not a good look

anonymous asked:

Super Sekrit S13 Spoiler: Camera's on Dean, sleeping. Suddenly his eyes pop open and he gets out of bed. In the kitchen Sam's having a cup of coffee. "Sam!" Dean said, coming into the kitchen. "I just had the worst dream?" "Oh, about what?" Sam asks. Before he could reply, the door to the bunker opens and Cas comes in. "Sam? Dean? I'm ho-" GLOMP! Dean hug-tackles Cas and begins making out. "Okay, this is akward," Sam says and returns to the kitchen.

Or…Dean wakes up and hears the shower running, walks in and Cas turns around, smiling and naked “Hello, Dean.”

17 and 35 with Rocket!

17: I can’t sleep, can I stay here?
35: you make me feel safe

You were tossing and turning in your bed on the Milano. You checked the time seeing it was about 2 am. You sighed before getting out of bed. You pulled your shorts, that you had thrown off thinking you were just too warm being the reason you couldn’t sleep, back on. You stepped out of your room going down the hall a few rooms. You knocked on the door hoping he was awake. He usually was at this time. There was a patter of feet on the ground and the door opened quickly.

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?” You asked softly.

“Again?” A rough voice answered, “come on.”

You walked into his room seeing all the pieces of machinery still scattered around the room. You smiled a little walking over to the bed like you always did. You sat down on it looking around the room. Things seemed different for some reason. It took a moment but you realized the room was a lot cleaner and there were a few things of yours in there. You hadn’t realized you came to his room that often. You smiled to yourself looking over at Rocket as he closed the door and walked back to whatever he had been working on. You sat in silence for a while before he spoke.

“Why do you come to my room all the time when you can’t sleep?” He asked looking at you over his shoulder.

“You make me feel safe.” You admitted after a second.

You got comfortable on his bed laying down and getting under the blankets. He watched you shaking his head with a smile. He went back to working on one of his new guns and you watched him for a while. It must have been an hour or so when you fell asleep. When Rocket noticed he walked over to the bed climbing up and looking at you sleeping there. He ran a hand through your hair with a small smile.

“You know… I’d let you stay here every night if you just asked.” He whispered softly before laying down facing the opposite way and going to sleep himself.

anonymous asked:

Think about this: Harry coming home to you, wanting nothing more than to cuddle with his beautiful girl. "M'home angel," and he'd greet you with the biggest hug and twirl you around before setting you back on your feet. You have dinner made for the two of you, something warm and comforting, and when you're finished, Harry grabs your hand and takes you to bed, dishes and all forgotten. Harry flops on the bed and gets all whiny "babyyyy, please come gimme a cuddle" and pouts until you climb in bed

The D R E AM!!!! I had veggie fajitas for lunch so can we make those??

Fran and Jock

by reddit user Pippinacious/ tumblr user muricanmagpie

I was the last in a long line of grandkids on both sides of the family. No one has ever said as much, but I’m pretty sure I was an “oops” baby; the result of one too many glasses of wine and a couple over forty who thought unplanned pregnancies were for teens.


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After Hours [m]

pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi, angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha

word count: 16,212

warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language

a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups​ because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.

Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”

You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”

Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.

“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”

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In another life…. 

In another life Stiles rolled over and the bed was still warm from where Derek had been sleeping just minutes before. The house smells like coffee and he can hear Derek talking to the dog while he makes breakfast. 

In another life Derek throws his head back in a laugh when Officer Stiles Stilinski accidentally set his fire alarm off one night while making popcorn and offers to teach him some fire safety tips when he’s off duty.

In another life two grad students bond over their TA positions and how much extra work they have. Stiles ends up bringing Derek a coffee the next morning and the rest is history. 

In another life Stiles falls for the tattooed barista. It turns out he’s a writer and the tattoos are for his family that died. It turns out they both found each other when they needed someone the most.

In another life professional baseball player Derek Hale ends up falling for a up and coming ESPN reporter. When he retires 15 years later he’s happily married to him and they cohost a new show for the network. 

In another life.

In another life they’re happy. In another life Derek stayed. In another life there are no werewolves and no dead family members. 

In another life Derek wakes to the sound of laughter and tiny feet. 

In another life Stiles catches a serial killer and goes home to his bearded husband making him dinner. 

In another life.

In another life.

But not in this life… at least not yet. 

ink-stained skin // reggie mantle soulmate au

Ink-stained Skin

Words: 1.3k

Summary: Reggie attempts to contact his soulmate through words written on his skin. (Y/N) attempts to push her soulmate away.


(Y/N) sighed as the writing appeared on her skin. It had read:

‘I got football captain!‘ 

with a smiley face drawn at the end. Pushing herself up from her seat, she made her way towards the bathroom in hope of getting rid of the ink incorporated into her skin. It had been the third time in a week that her soulmate had written to her and it had been the third time in a week she had ignored the words he wrote.

She didn’t want to push him away but she also didn’t want to be with Reggie Mantle, the guy, who on most days had an iQ lower than her six year old cousin. Sure, he was built like a God and sure, he had enough sporting ability to make up for the lack of hers but she couldn’t be with him. Of course, she couldn’t be with him, not when they spent ever waking moment disagreeing over the simplest things. She knew it was him, however she tried her hardest to hide her identity from him.

He had tried to figure out who the person he was destined to be with ever since he realised that they existed.

He was eight when he first realised that his soulmate existed. Unlike the rest of his friends, he didn’t have a name etched into his skin, neither did he have a countdown on the wrist of his prominent arm. To Reggie, there was no sign of him having a soulmate. Until the very day, he saw a messy sketch of what seemed to be a rose appear on his right forearm during math class. He gazed around the room, wondering if it was anyone he already knew. Every year since, on the exact date, a rose appeared on his right forearm.

The sign of his soulmate’s existence that caused him to reach out to them occurred when he was thirteen. He felt a pain in his ankle that caused him to drop to the ground in the midst of a soccer game, clutching it in hopes it would stop the pain.

Later that evening, he picked up the purple sharpie that sat atop of his wooden desk and pressed it against his skin, doodling a frowning face, following it with the words:

‘I hope u r okay.’

He sat waiting for a response from his soulmate, shaking his leg impatiently. He sat waiting for a response; after an hour of waiting, he attempted to contact her again, etching the words:

‘ur probably asleep, i hope u get well soon’ 

and followed it with a doodle of himself.

She stared at his writing, only just noticing how messy it was. Analysing it closely, she realised it was his writing. It was Reggie Mantle’s writing. She recognised it from anywhere. Who wouldn’t recognise their lab partner’s writing?

It had been two weeks since Reggie had wrote to (Y/N) informing him of his new title as the captain of the Riverdale bulldogs.

She felt upset but she didn’t know why. She wasn’t that into Reggie. Looking down at her arm, she noticed a drawing of a sad face followed with the words:

'silent treatment?’

She let out a small laugh at the words, deciding it would be an appropriate time to reply. After eight years of ignoring him, she finally replied to his words.


She sighed, maybe she had judged Reggie before even giving him a chance. “Oh god, what’s gotten you in this state? Is it Mantle?” Kevin spoke, earning his best friend’s attention. “So when are you going to fuck him?”

(Y/N) spun around in her chair and dragged herself toward him and smacked his arm. “I hate you.”

“Does he even know his infamous soulmate is you?”

“No and he’s not going to find out until we graduate!”

(Y/N) was about to join Kevin on her bed, when she felt a tickling sensation on her left forearm. She smiled at his response, his words making him seem like an excited child during Christmas.

Reggie looked down at his arm, smiling to himself. She had finally written back. “Dude, she wrote back.” he grinned “Andrews, she finally wrote back!”

“I’m happy for you, cap but coach wants us on the field.”

He spent all of practise counting down the minutes until he could reply to his soulmate. He was unsure whether his soulmate was a female or a male but it never really mattered to him.

After showering, he picked up a pen only to notice that his soulmate had drawn a small rabbit on her left wrist. For most of the eight years he knew of his soulmate’s existence, he had always thought that they were left handed, as the drawing of the rose always seemed to appear on his right forearm. He took his place next to Archie, waiting for coach Clayton to enter the locker room with the information about their next game.

Archie looked over at his smitten captain, knowing that there was no way he would be paying attention to a word their Coach had said, too infatuated with the new drawing on his arm. “She actually wrote back. What is she doing?” he mumbled to himself, pulling his phone out from the back pockets of his jeans, wanting to text her.

Reggie was pulled out of his trance as he heard Archie’s mumbled words, his eyes widening slightly, Archie must’ve known who his soulmate was. “She? You know my soulmate!”

“Reggie, calm down, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Reggie nudged Archie playfully “Tell me.”


(Y/N) could barely react before Kevin snatched her phone off her and answered Archie’s incoming call. She let out a groan, knowing that it would be related to Reggie.

“You’re writing back to Reggie? (Y/N), that’s a disaster waiting to happen.” Archie exclaimed as soon as she answered, causing Kevin to laugh. “You’ll never be able to hide your identity from him until graduation if you continue replying.”

“My god, Andrews, you sound like you’re in the midst of a mental breakdown.” Kevin scoffed “Plus, she’s only just started drooling over Mantle.”

“I’m coming over! I’m bringing food!”

Reggie sat in his car waiting for Moose to get back with their food. Looking at himself in the rear-view mirror, he noticed a bruise had formed on his bicep. Instantly, he picked up a pen and wrote to her, drawing a winking face

'how did u get ur bruise? hope you haven’t been fighting’

Within a few seconds, his soulmate had already responded.

'SORRY!!!! the door handle was a lot higher than i expected. hope you didn’t feel it.’

Reggie let out a small laugh, not even realising that Moose had joined him in the car.

“Dude, you’re whipped and you don’t even know who this person is. What if it’s some old dude who’s kidnapped your soulmate and is trying to lure you to his house?” Moose groaned. “You did order a steak burrito right?”

A new semester meant new classes, new activities. (Y/N) slumped into her seat during home room, Kevin to her right and Reggie sat behind him. He glanced up from his desk, only to be met with Kevin, whose head instantly shot back to face his best friend.

“Got a problem, Keller?” He spoke, earning a scoff from (Y/N) “You too, (L/N)?”

“Don’t inflate your ego any further there, Reginald. It might burst.” (Y/N) responded, turning back to face the front, not wanting to speak to him any further.

(Y/N) then realised the reason why she had been so hesitant to reveal who she was to him. It was because he was one of the most egotistical people she knew and the person she spoke to through her ink-stained skin was nothing like the person she knew.

As soon as the bell rang, (Y/N) pushed herself out in attempt to beat the crowd that would be gathering in front of her locker. As she rushed, she failed to weave through the desk, hitting her hip on the corner. She let out a groan, clutching her hip instantly.

Reggie felt the pain grow in his hip as he watched (Y/N) try to groan and walk the pain out. His eyes widening and a gasp falling from his lips.

“It’s you. You’re my soulmate.”

First Time for Everything

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: smut, language, hilarity

Summary: (inspired by this post by @missjackil ) Sam’s never had a blowjob, so you take it upon yourself to convince Sam to let you give him his first ever blowjob.

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Dean loved to brag. He bragged about everything, from the perfectly executed execution of the monster on their latest hunt to how many beers he’d outdrank his brother by. Usually the latter ended with him toppling onto one of the two beds, slurring his way into a sleep that would last for a good twelve hours. Sometimes he bragged about the blowjob he’d gotten from the pretty bar waitress, betting Sam that “he’d probably never gotten a better blowjob.”

And it was true.

Sam hadn’t gotten a better blowjob because he’d never even gotten a blowjob.

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Give You What You Like [Stiles Lacrosse Week]

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 2, 781

Warnings: nsfw, very sinful + daddy kink 

A/N: So this is my fic for Stiles Lacrosse Week for @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski, this would have been posted earlier but i’ve been super busy, but it’s finally here. 

listen to this song on repeat !!

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Little Logic
  • Big Me: I'm hungry... I'm gonna have a bowl of cereal before I go to bed just as a light snack.
  • Little Me: put moar milk than cereal so u have to come bak and put moar cereal but go over-board so u have to put moar milk and make an endless cycle of cereal goodness~
  • Big Me:
  • Little Me:
  • Big Me:
  • Little Me:
  • Big Me: you're a genius
  • Little Me: OwO
Hate That I Love You (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst and smut.
Word count: 2.3k 

Summary: “I hate you.” You mumbled again as you bit your lip, trying anything to get him to have a fit and storm off, but of course, that wasn’t it — that just got him angrier. 
“I’m gonna get you to take that back.” He said in a low tone, pulling his t-shirt over his head before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans quickly. 

➸ Song: Hate That I Love You.

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What’s up, it’s Alexei!

When Ngozi posted this picture yesterday of young post-draft Tater “trying his darnedest to answer press questions in English,” I thought, “You know, I could make a play fic out of that.” Which is what led to the following 2700+ words about Tater and his ESL tutor.

Many, many thanks to @ktheunready for being my Russian authenticity consultant and beta!

Georgia Martin stood at the back of the media scrum and watched Alexei Mashkov stumble his way through his post-draft interview, saw the way his fingers kneaded the brim of the brand-new Falconers’ cap he’d been handed for the initial official photos, saw the way his eyes widened and stayed intently glued to whoever was asking him a question, like he was afraid he’d miss some key bit of meaning if he blinked.

She pulled out her phone and made a call.


«No, Mama, I promise, my room is very nice. The family is very nice. Everything is very…»

«Let me guess, nice? »

Alexei sighed. «Yes.»

«You know I don’t doubt you, right, Alyosha? I’m not worried you can’t do this. You will be fine. But I know this is your first time to live in another country, with none of the boys from your teams here. It can be… hard, sometimes. I know.»

«Yeah, Mama, I know. You told me.»

«Are you telling me you’ve heard the stories of my youth too many times?» she asked in mock outrage.

«No, no!» he laughed. «Of course not.»

«Good. I should think not.» He could picture her face exactly, and it made him smile. «I’m glad your host family seems nice, Alyosha. I’m sure you will have many friends in no time.»

He flopped back on the bed again and stared at the ceiling. «I hope so.»

«We’ll talk again soon. Love you, son.»

«Love you, too.»

He hung up and let his phone rest on his chest. He’d been to America before. He’d thought he’d known what it would be like, that it wouldn’t be so bad. Different, yes, but there would be so many interesting new things to see, and new teammates, and he certainly knew how to play hockey. What he had failed to take into account, apparently, was how exhausting it was to try to function in English all day. For a US hockey team, the Falconers’ roster was shockingly low on Russian players, so his host family was one of the French Canadian ones. To their credit, they did speak some Russian, but it was hardly enough to have a real conversation. Alexei felt like he’d been practically mute all day.

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Early Riser

Title: Early Riser

Summary: Sam likes to get up early, you do not. You decide to convince him to come back to bed.    

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  1334

Warnings: explicit language, nsfw, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  Written for the 100 Kinks List,  #33 - Morning Sex; requested by an anonymous requester

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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