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anonymous asked:

HI, can I request one with RFA+Saeran+V, like moments that they would have with their kid/kids? Maybe taking their kid/kids to work, coming home after a long day but even though they're tired, they still play with their kid/kids. These are just some examples and the kid/kids could be any age(as long as they count as a kids.) Thank you for all the Headcanons, some of these have helped me got through my depression and I am way better now because of you guys. *BIG HUGS FROM MY SIDE OF THE WORLD!*

So glad we could make you a little happier! *GIVES BIGGER HUG FROM OUR SIDE OF THE WORLD* Hope you enjoy these~


Zen:

  • His daughter had been spending way too much time with Jumin’s son
  • So, Zen wanted some quality time with her, at least for one day
  • He wakes her up one morning and takes her out for breakfast at a little coffee shop
  • They have a cute little breakfast while they talk about life and school
  • Zen pulls out his phone and takes a bunch of selfies
  • His daughter may have picked up some traits from him and joined into his selfie shenanigans
  • They use so many filters, and her favorite one is the wolf one, since Zen makes so many jokes about him being one
  • It’s all going great until her friends from school happen to pass by
  • “You didn’t tell me your dad was so…hot.”
  • Thankfully, Zen had been paying for the  meal, so he didn’t hear, but his daughter was mortified
  • She hurried Zen out of there when he was done
  • For most of the day, they visited different shops and walked around town together
  • When they got home at night, they put on masks together and put on a movie–that Zen wasn’t in
  • Zen fell asleep in the middle of it, and his daughter took the advantage and took a bunch of pictures and selfies
  • Zen looked ridiculous with the mask on and his mouth hanging open
  • She sent several to her mother for both of their amusement

Yoosung:

  • He had a day off and it was a rainy day
  • Thankfully, he had an entire playroom for his little boy
  • Yoosung had recently bought this huge foam blogs and several packs of them
  • So the two of them spent the entire afternoon transforming the room into the boy’s little house
  • There were walls that separated off a tiny living room, dining room, kitchen, and bedroom
  • He dragged Yoosung along in all the rooms
  • The first stop was the kitchen, complete with fake food and fake pots and pans
  • He made Yoosung a plastic omurice before serving him in the dining room
  • Yoosung plays along for the whole hour, even though his knees are killing him from being on the floor the whole time
  • The kid gets really excited and tries to run into another room
  • Unfortunately, his excitement causes him to run into one of the foam walls
  • A domino effect later, the whole foam house is on the ground and the kid is crying because he messed everything up
  • Yoosung tries to calm him down, “No, no! You’re just super strong. Like Spiderman!”
  • To cheer him up, Yoosung changes his son into a spiderman onesie
  • He then lifts him up in the air and lets his son pretend he’s flying
  • The kid is doing the spiderman thing with his fingers while Yoosung jumps from place to place around the house, the kid in his arms
  • Eventually, the kid gets tired and so does Yoosung, so they just take a nap together

Jaehee:

  • It was bring your kid to work day at C&R
  • Jaehee really didn’t want to bring her seven year old daughter, but there was no school that day and she couldn’t find a babysitter
  • So she brought her along
  • Her daughter was in awe by the place and kept asking Jaehee questions about what she did
  • Jaehee didn’t want her to get bored while she was doing paperwork, so she gave her little tasks of her own
  • She took a big pile of junk paper and set beside the shredder, teaching her daughter how to use it
  • The girl was fascinated with watching the paper shred into little tiny pieces
  • “Mom, this is so cool!” 
  • “Yeah, honey, it is–No! Not that paper!”
  • After that, Jaehee gives her the job of putting stamps on envelopes to be mailed
  • It killed her pride, but Jaehee wanted to do something special for her daughter
  • So she asked Jumin to award the little girl with a certificate
  • She didn’t expect Jumin to give an entire speech in the conference room about how there has never been a better paper shredder in the company
  • What made it worse is that her daughter has this huge admiration for Jumin now

Jumin: 

  • One of his business deals went through and the client gifted Jumin with this huge Lego Star Wars ship
  • It was an odd gift, but Jumin thought his ten year old would like it
  • So, he gave it to him that night and promised to build it with him as soon as he got home from work the next day
  • The son was so excited
  • He opened the set and separated the legos by color and type and waited patiently for Jumin by the coffee table
  • As soon as the keys jingle from the door, the son is darting forward to greet his dad
  • Jumin keeps his word and they get to work
  • He didn’t expect it to be so complicated…
  • Jumin is so confused by all the instructions…and why they are pictures instead of written words
  • “Hey, Dad! Look!”
  • Jumin slowly lowers the huge paper and sees his son one-fourth of the way done
  • Eventually, Jumin tries actual building, but his long fingers make it difficult to put the tiny pieces together
  • The kid crawls in his lap and helps his dad as they build certain parts together
  • Hours later and they finally finish
  • Jumin is so proud, since his son managed to figure out the foreign language of instructions and finish
  • He wants to take a picture, so his son stands on the couch and does a little peace sign next to their creation
  • Jumin goes out with his son and buys some more smaller lego sets
  • MC comes home with her living room full of Star Wars spaceships…

Seven:

  • His eight year old daughter came home from school a little pouty
  • She tells him that she has a science fair soon and she needs to build something for it
  • He suggests a solar system, and she responds by pulling a disgusted face
  • “Space is boring though!” 
  • Seven gasps loudly and promises to show her she’s wrong
  • Knowing he can get a little extra when it comes to projects, so she emphasizes that she only needs the simplest thing
  • He tells her to go draw a picture of the solar system and he would help with coloring or something
  • She brings it back to him and he just spreads it across the table, “Great! This is the blueprint.”
  • Knowing she can’t stop him, she just goes along with whatever he has planned
  • They spend the day building with whatever equipment he has in his house
  • He gives her a bunch of space facts as they’re building the planets together and putting together the rods
  • When it comes time to a snack break, he takes her out to the store and buys some HBC and Dr. Pepper
  • “I use to live on this when I was younger,” he told her.
  • He sees sparkles in her eyes when she first tries them together and he’s so proud
  • They finish the project together throughout the week, and both end up really liking spending the quality time together
  • And she doesn’t hate space anymore, which was a plus
  • But then he gets a call from a teacher the next day voicing their concerns
  • Apparently, a solar system complete with lights, moon phases, and a robotic orbit implied that she might have cheated
  • Seven didn’t care that she got disqualified, and he took her out for ice cream to celebrate anyway

Saeran:

  • Unfortunately, Saeran’s six year old son had the same health tendencies as his father
  • That meant he got sick pretty often and had to stay home from school
  • Saeran saw he was getting pretty bummed out about it
  • So he decides to make that sick day as fun as possible
  • He brings a bunch of books to the bed and lets his son pick one out
  • He reads as many as he can, but in the middle of one, his son requests a puppet show
  • Saeran is hesitant, but he can’t resist his son when he looks so pale and tired
  • So he builds a little theatre and draws faces on some old socks
  • He begins reading from the book again, this time with the puppets talking
  • “And then the king said–”
  • “No, Daddy, you have to do the voices!”
  • “Oh…sorry…Ahem.” He proceeds in a higher pitched voice
  • He actually does finish the story–voices and all–and the kid is laughing by the time he’s done
  • Saeran will put on his son’s favorite movies and move him over to the couch
  • He melts a little when his son snuggles up to him for warmth

V:

  • He takes his daughter to the playground since it’s a nice day
  • But she’s very shy so she ends up being alone on a swing at one end of the park
  • He feels bad, but he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable and push her at the other kids
  • So he joins her
  • First he takes to slides, but she’s too scared to go down the really long slides
  • So he sets her on his lap and goes down with her–even if he hits his head a few times
  • He plays that game where he pretends he’s in trouble as he’s lying backwards on the slide and holding out his hand while she pulls him up
  • After awhile, she’s not scared anymore so she tries to impress him by walking up the slide
  • But she ends up slipping and going straight to the ground, and he has to get wood chips out of her hair
  • The other kids are attracted to the fun the two seem to be having
  • V somehow ends up as a jungle gym with children climbing him and asking to play with them
  • By the time they leave, his daughter has made quite a few friends, but she looks up at V and grabs his hand, “I had the most fun with you, Daddy!”

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reignfier  asked:

So I got really excited over my hand lettering and decided to request a fic as well but no pressure :D outgoing Clarke tries to hint her interest at Bellamy but he's such a nerd he totally doesn't get that she likes him.

I hope you like it! Thanks for the prompt <3

(ao3)


Bellamy didn’t mean to become a professional YouTuber.

He was convinced, as a preteen who watched tons of daytime court TV shows that aired on public access channels when he and O got home from school, that he wanted to be a lawyer. Making decent money, arguing with people professionally… it seemed like a sweet deal to Bellamy.

And out of– probably stubbornness, honestly– that remained the plan for years.

But then halfway through law school, a professor he TA’d for started assigning videos for her first years to watch outside of class. Between the narrator’s long-windedness and lofty vocabulary, and the dryness and complexity of the topics, Bellamy’s office hours had been flooded with students asking him to explain the very same concepts in ways they would understand.

“I don’t have time for this,” he’d complained to Miller, who just reached over to pat his shoulder patronizingly, not even looking up from the textbook in his lap.

“Kids these days, am I right?”

“The videos are a good idea,” Bellamy continued, knowing Miller was hardly listening. “They would work great if they didn’t always lead to students tracking me down while I’m trying to study so they can ask me all the same shit.”

“So make a better video.”

Bellamy blinked at him. “Is that an actual suggestion, or are you just bored with my ranting?”

“It can be both,” Miller shrugged. “If you can’t join them, beat them.”

“Huh,” he said. “Maybe I will.”

So he did. He expected to be emailing students the links, maybe sharing them on the class Facebook page. He never expected them to start getting hits from law students across the country.

He posted another video, and then another, each time the views and likes climbing little by little. YouTube ads started making him a little bit of money on the side, not enough to support himself (not at first), but enough it kept him going. Kept him filming and uploading.

That’s when Monty came in.

“I’m going to help you out.”

Bellamy frowned at him, shrugging his backpack off. It wasn’t unusual for him to come home to find Monty there, laptop balanced precariously on top of Miller’s legs thrown across his lap, the two of them studying together. In his opinion, it was only a matter of time before they hooked up on that couch, and Miller was going to owe him twenty bucks.

(“If we don’t hook up, then I’ll have twenty bucks. If we do hook up, it’s not that hard to just move it somewhere else. You’re making this too easy for me.” “It’s a gesture, asshole. I’m rooting for you guys.” “You’re welcome to root for me with your wallet anytime, dude. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.”)

“What are you helping me with?”

“Your video thing.” He turned his laptop to show that he had Bellamy’s page pulled up, icon and banner blank. “More specifically, production quality. If you’re willing to shell out a little bit of your internet money on some better equipment, I can help you film and edit your stuff so that it looks a little more legit.”

“Less like you’re in some basement somewhere making instructional videos on how to make suits out of skin,” Miller added. Bellamy gave him the finger.

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Why Not? We Have Time -Frank Iero Smut

Again, I have nothing against MCR and their wives, it’s just a request. I tried to make this one as long and detailed as possible, it took me forever to write it, but at least it’s good quality. No warnings besides the smut (and maybe some slightly offensive language, it really isn’t terrible).


Jamia had left for the weekend, leaving you, and Frank home.

Alone.

It was a time you were looking forward to for about a month now. It wasn’t even the fact that you got to be alone. You finally got sometime with your best friend.

The part about being alone was just the bonus.

You always liked Frank. You never denied it, he knows, Jamia knows, all his friends new. You would never act on it, you respected him and all he was worth. You never had to worry about Jamia being jealous either, because you knew he was taken, and Frank didn’t want any sort of relationship like that with you.

You showed up at their house, just dressed in some skirt, a long sleeved shirt and some pretty warm tights. The cold only nipped at your skin a little bit as you made your way out of your car. You got to the door just as Jamia was about to leave. She looked nice today, like everyday. She smiled at you. “Make sure to make him something to eat, he’s a little lazy today.” She chuckles.

You nod. “Got it captain!” You wave her goodbye as she makes her way to her own car. You walk up the steps to the side door, walking right in and going into the living room. “Honey I’m home!” You shout, announcing your arrival.

You hear Frank laugh. He was always super cute when he laughed. His face would scrunch up, and his shoulders would shake. His smile was always super wide, showing off his white teeth and slight dimples. He always brought his hands up, sometimes to his chest, other times to his mouth, and his legs crossed, or his knee just was held in the air as he made the most joyous noise, changing the entire atmosphere of the room.

You could hear the television, some stupid movie playing more than likely. “Y/N. I bought your favorite blackberry brandy!” He shouts, coaxing you to finish your journey to the living room.

You step your way lightly to meet him in a dead stare. You both break out into a ridiculous smile. “It’s so great to actually see you.” Your smile stretches.

“I’m so glad you could actually come over.” Frank says, with a little bit of playful attitude in his his voice. He pours the brandy into a shot glass, as you kick off your shoes and leave them in the doorway.

You sit down next to him, grabbing the glass from his strapping tattooed hand. You swallow it on one gulp, holding your wrist to your mouth as you grimace. “Fucking weak.” Frank mocks you.

“Shut up I haven’t had a drink in forever.” You scowl. You could feel the sting in your stomach as you reach for the bottle.

“If you try to just drink from there, you’re going to be in a world of hurt.” He giggles, pulling his sweater up to his hands, leaning back on the couch, almost encouraging you to do it.

You did, bringing the bottle to your lips, taking in one gulp at a time, giving up after five. Your stomach burned and you could taste the syrup in your mouth still. As your face scrunches again your nose started to run. “Fuck.” You curse, dabbing it with the back of your hand.

Frank roars with laughter. You smirk, looking down at the bottle. “Okay how about you try, dumb ass.” You sneer, handing him the bottle.

“Fine.” He squints, taking it from you. He sits there, the dark liquid pouring into his mouth for about ten seconds before he covers his mouth with his wrist. He smiles at you. “Yeah, it’s hard liquor.” He sighs.

You take another sip from it after taking it from him, leaning back against the couch, looking at the television. “What are you watching, even?” You ask, feeling the heat of the liquor rising on your cheeks.

Frank takes the bottle from you, and takes a drink himself. “Fuck if I know. I was just channel surfing and this is what I stopped on when you walked in the door.” He reaches for the television remote and turns it off. “Anyway, what’s up with you?” He asks.

You hiccup. “Well, I think I’m almost drunk, which is pretty pathetic.”

“Just a little pathetic.” He agrees, laughing at you. “No, but tell me about your four months away?” He suggests. “I want to hear about it from beginning to end.” He takes another drink of the brandy before handing it back to you.

You take another couple of swigs, before wincing and setting it down. “Well, the first week, we got stupid drunk, like vomiting every single night, and drinking the pain away. After that I decided to get myself together and focus on the company, which is what we were there for.” You answer him, talking about your time in Vegas.

“Okay, but are there any stupid stories, because you know I live for you making a fool of yourself.” He raises an eyebrow and licks his lips, waiting for you to tell this amazing story.

“Well, I almost fell off a balcony while I was puking. Almost was hit by a car a couple of times. Wasted most of my money, probably fucked way too many people to count. I learned a lot, lets just say.” You give him a really cheesy smile.

“How such an innocent human can change in a week!” Frank cries sarcastically, holding up the bottle of liquor.

“I think the worst thing I did was gave some guy a lap dance?” You try to think back. “It was pretty dumb I assume. I don’t remember most of it.” You say, pulling your phone out of your purse, trying to find some pictures. “I have pictures of it, my friends say it was pretty hot or something? They left when it turned into a strip tease, I ended up getting laid by him I think? I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get drunk like that again.” You hand him your phone, showing him the pictures,

“Damn!” He laughs. “Not going to lie, it doesn’t look that bad, I’ve only seen you do this one other time and that was like in high school.” He thinks back, trying to remember, closing one eye, and looking up. “He looks like he’s enjoying himself.”

“You’re surprised!” You yell, jumping up, and taking the bottle away from him, feeling light on your feet. You take a drink. “How about you sit your ass down right here,” you point to the middle of the floor.

He bites his lip, shrugging. “Why not?” He stands up, dragging a dining room chair into the room, and sitting down on it. “We have time.”

You set the bottle down, and whip out your phone, searching for some music to play. You open your folders and play shuffle.

You bite your lip, immediately feeling nervous, this was your friend. Your best friend. You weren’t sure you could get through this without it being awkward.

He sat there, waiting for you to start, his hands pressed together as he leaned forward, watching you with an intense stare.

You were going to follow through, and you were going to take this as far as he would allow it.

The music was playing for about forty seconds as you collected yourself, thinking this through. Frank was waiting patiently, betting secretly you would back out in the next few seconds.

You take a deep breath, sucking as much air as you could before taking a couple more drinks of the brandy, and bracing yourself to start.

You move your hips, sensually to the beat of the song, making your way toward him. You grab his hair and sit facing him on his lap, grinding your hips against his, and watching him stare. His hazel eyes moved up and down your body, from your face to your hips as you moved.

He bit his lip again, making your face heat up. You tug on his hair, pulling his head back as you grabbed his neck with your other hand, stroking it gently before you laid a kiss on it.

You were going to be more sensual with this one, more personal considering who Frank was, and what he meant to you.

You licked up to his chin before getting off of him, and standing before Frank. You glide your hands up his legs, and stare him directly in the eyes, your body, slowly rising and your hips moving even slower, more sexually than before. Your hands wander around as you turn, your hips rolling. You sit on his lap again, your ass feeling a prominent bulge. Your hips move more smoothly after feeling this, grinding into him as you lean against his chest.

He sits still until you grab his hands and place them at your waist, an invitation to touch you. He moves them softly over your curves his fingertips brushing you lightly through your shirt. You started to get a little wet yourself as you leaned back, your head turning to his, getting ready to kiss his jawline. Your arms went up, tugging at his hair as you did so.

Instead of hitting the skin of his jaw, you touched his lips, surprised at the softness, and surprised at the gesture from Frank, you kept moving, paying just as much attention to your pleasure as you did to Frank’s.

He was a little more rough than you expected him to be. His mouth was soft, but his kiss was heated, his hands went from gentle, cautious strokes to passionate, heated fondling.

His hands were at your thighs, grabbing them and moving themselves in long strong strokes. He pinched your tights, yanking them at your inner thighs, ripping them and making them run. He ruined your tights, and you didn’t care in the least.

His hands were now rubbing along the bare skin on your inner thighs, getting close to your core. They make their way up your sides again, fondling your breasts in his large hands.

You bite down on his lip, pulling your way back and standing up. You pull your shirt up over your head, and toss it to the floor.

You drop, your hands going up your thighs, dragging your skirt up with it. You continue moving your hips, rolling them in circles as you danced, you hands gliding up your tank top, pulling it off your body as well.

Your hands grope your breasts as you slither your way to a stance, pulling the straps of your bra down, and then unclasping it.

You stop moving, watching Frank’s facial features for some sign to stop. But it never came, he watched you with lust filled eyes. You dropped your bra, making your way over to him after his eyes told you to continue.

You lick your lips and straddle him again. You could almost see his eyes grow darker. He places his hands on your back, pushing you closer to him. He kisses down your neck and attaches himself to your nipple. You hold his head, moving your hips in circles and arching your back in an attempt to push it closer to him.

You let out small whimpers, finally after sitting in that position for a few moments. He swirls his wet tongue over the bud, gently.

You were beginning to sweat and you ached with want. Your head spinned with pleasure and intoxication as Frank lifted his head up to your mouth, leaving a string of saliva, from his mouth to your nipple. You kissed him heatedly, sucking on his tongue. His hands glide their way up and he holds you steadily, as if to keep you from getting up again.

You force your way up, teasing him with your skirt. You slid it gently down your legs, tugging at the elastic of it. You could practically hear him moan impatiently. He shifts in his seat, and his eyes shine, demanding you to hurry up.

In response, you just went slower, not letting your skirt drop until you felt like it was enough. Your tights were already ruined, so why not ruin them more? You scratched up your legs, making them run even more, strings of the material getting caught underneath your manicured nails.

Frank grunts, biting his lip, and bringing it into his mouth to suck on it and peel the top layer of skin off of it, making the new wound bubble with blood, droplets just sitting there until he closed his mouth, the red fluid sitting in the crack between his red swollen lips.

Your hips moved more profusely as you hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, moving it teasingly on your hips as you danced. Finally, you drop them, stepping out of them and kicking them behind you.

Frank’s eyes wander up and down your bare body, through every curve, every edge he could see at this angle. You dance your way over to him, running your wetness for the bulge in his jeans. Your chest smashes against his shirt as you move, and his hands grab you ass, making you gasp. He takes his chance and delves his tongue, wrestling yours to get inside. He slaps you once on the ass, and bites down on your lip softly. You could taste his blood on your tongue from his self inflicted damage moments ago.

He kisses down your neck, making your throw your head back. He kisses just below your jawline, making you cry out at his harsh attempts at hickies. You bite your swollen lips to keep in your moans, depriving Frank of satisfaction. You were set on being just as much as a tease as he was.

You were still hot from the encounters at hand, and the amount of strong alcohol consumed. Your cheeks were flushed red as Frank held you close, teasing you by pulling and nipping at your soft and sweaty skin.

You were eventually allowed to venture downward, right in between his legs. You palm gently at him, undoing his belt, and sliding it through the hoops, handing it to him.

His eyes flickered devilishly as you did so, watching you undo the button of his pants. He whimpered as you grabbed the waistband and began to pull it down. He lifted himself off the chair for a split second, allowing you to get his pants off.

He slid his sweater off, and then his shirt. You watched him as you grabbed his cock, feeling how painfully erect he actually was. You stroked him gently, feeling the skin of the organ on your finger tips. He sucked in his breath, shifting his weight in his chair. Every single strand of hair on his body stood up as you blew cool air onto him, getting yourself ready. Your stomach was doing flip flops, bursting with butterflies.

You licked down the underside of his shaft, and back up again, tasting the entire length, before swirling the tip your tongue around the head, poking at his slit and then wrapping your swollen pink lips around it, creating suction with your tongue and lips.

He tangled his hands in your hair, not forcing anything. He was going to let this happen, he tugged encouragingly at your locks, grunting inwardly at the warm feeling of your mouth.

You flattened out your tongue, and curled it around the side of his shaft, licking it slowly until you brought your lips to a pucker, sucking on the vein that traveled downward. At this point, your eyes were closed, and you used your hands to feel the places that needed attention. You were determined to tease him, despite the consequences.

Lightly scraping your nails up the side, he shuttered. You giggle at this and lick your way up to the tip, again, wrapping your lips around it, you pull him in further and you could hear him sigh with relief. You hollow your cheeks out, and begin to bob your head, in short increments, slowly making your way up to the head again.

You suck lightly, your other hand stroking him lightly on the underside, with your thumb. He grunts, his grip tightening on your hair.

The arousal between your legs was beginning to be a nuisance, so you moved on of your hands down, only to have it be kicked away by Frank.

You groan, sending vibrations through Frank, making him stiffen. Your hand travels upward and scratches down his thigh.

Finally you pop off, not being able to control your arousal. Frank looks down at you, smirking.   “Well, it’s your turn, you fucking tease.” He says, gesturing you to stand up.

He stands up, and tells you to take his spot, while he steals yours on the floor, on his hands and knees.

You sit awkwardly. You knew what was going to happen, but you were confused as to how he was going to do it in this position. He grabbed your legs and dragged you downward. Your upper back and head resting on the seat of the chair, the lower half of your body being held up by Frank, his forearms resting on your lower stomach, his face already between your legs.

He licks a long, deep stripe up your wet slit, getting a taste of you and making you shudder. Your eyes clench shut, and your breath hitches. He licks at your clit softly and slowly, digging at your sides with his fingernails

He continues at this, nipping at your folds, slurping up your flavor, and licking down to your entrance, licking a deep and soft stripe as he worked his way inside. He licked up feeling the soft wetness of your core, and then started to suck at your folds.

His hands accompanied his tongue, which was flicking back and forth at your entrance now. He carefully brought his finger down and massaging the nub.

You were glistening with sweat by now, breathing heavily at Frank’s soft touch. You could feel a knot welling in the pit of your stomach.

“Frank, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, pushing yourself closer to his face, holding his head there in between your legs.

“Are you gonna cum for me my pretty little tease?” He asks, his finger speeding up at your words.

“Yes!” You answer him, your hips rolling.

He continues to lick as your core becomes wetter. He struggles to get it all. He continues with his deep strokes until your walls clench, signalling your orgasm. Your legs wrap around his head, squeezing him there until you rode out your orgasm, spilling onto his tongue.

Your whimpers filled the room as you came. Frank helped you out, massaging circles in your sides as you came.

Finally he let you go, gently setting you on the floor.

You take a moment to collect yourself, the alcohol wearing off a little bit. What you were doing was insane, and terrible. The look on Frank’s face showed you that he wasn’t even tipsy anymore. He didn’t look sorry in the slightest as he helped you up and carried you to the couch, laying you down, gently. He kisses your neck softly, down the front, feeling you swallow hard.

His hand, stroked at your side, lovingly as he played with you a little more, making you furrow your eyebrows and moan. Your eyes were closed most of the time, in pure bliss. His thumb ran over your nipple a few times, his tattooed hands massaging sensitive parts in your body.

He groans, feeling your leg brush up against him as you shift, getting yourself into an easier position.

Your knees are up, and spread apart, getting ready for him. You open your eyes, begging him to hurry up, as you couldn’t take anymore of teasing.

He kissed your forehead, sliding slowly until he was buried inside of you. The feeling was hot, and once place that was so empty for so long was full and stretching with the added length and thickness.

Your entire body tingled and begged for him to move. “You’re so fucking tight.” He whispers, pulling his hips back, and then forward, testing how much you could withstand. You just nod at him, saying it was okay for him to continue.

Frank started out slow, massaging your clit, and looking right into you eyes. They were dark, and shiny as he thrusted into you.

The feeling was indescribable. You couldn’t simply put it into words. Doing this with someone you had been interested in for so long had a much more intense feeling than randoms.

He had hardly even moved and your entire body was in a state of pure bliss.

Frank moved quicker, his thrusts becoming more rhythmic, and deep. You only let out a few sighs as he did so, your mouth hanging open.

As it went on, Frank became much rougher, making you squeal and choke. He was pounding quickly, trying to find the right angle to hit your g-spot. After a few tries, he hit it, over and over. You were sweating more, your walls threatening to contract and pull you into an orgasm, but you refused to let it happen.

Your head pushed back as Frank kissed down the front of your neck. “Fuck, Frank!” You groan, grabbing on to his biceps and digging your nails into his tattooed arms.

By now, the couch was moving, your breasts were bouncing and your hair was slicked down with sweat. Frank’s thrusts hitting you in just the right spot every couple times, edging you nearer to your orgasm.

You let a moan rip through you, as your hips met with his.

Soon your walls started contracting as the knot unraveled, you shake slightly, feeling it in every limb, the heavy, wet, hot feeling of your orgasm.

Frank was pushed almost over the edge. He pulled out, pumping his length a couple of times before releasing on your stomach and collapsing next to you.

He hands you a Kleenex, and you use it to clean yourself off, and you toss it in the garbage at the corner of the room.

You breath heavily. Trying to collect your thoughts. You were in such a confusing state. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted that.” You finally say.

“I think by the look of it, it was pretty badly.” He laughed awkwardly. “You’re such a tease, I wasn’t sure I could actually keep myself from losing control, I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He apologizes, feeling concerned for you.

“No, I’m fine. I was just surprised how gentle and loving that was.” You shrug, getting up to grab your clothes.

“I mean… I do love you. Why wouldn’t I? You’ve been there for me, since I can remember, how could I not?” He chuckles.

“I’m just used to rougher… more coarse sex, y’know?” You bend over, grabbing your bra.

Neither of you mentioned Jamia. Not once.

“If you want that from me.” He winks, being suggestive.

“It hasn’t even been two minutes and you want a round two?” You ask, slightly shocked at the offer.

“Why not? We have time.” He shrugs.

“Let me have another drink or two first.” 

anonymous asked:

Hi can u recommend me some lesbian films or like any one with lesbians in it. Ive watched like 4 today including imagine me & you which im inlove with also watched lost and delirious which was not into :/ I really prefer happier ones can u help im looking everywhere. Btw if this seems like a strange request sorry ive recently come out to myself and i like these kinda movies and its good to watch them without feeling guilty or questing why i like them so much

i feel you, i’m wishing u the best as you get comfortable! Tbh this is a Real Problem, it doesn’t help that there aren’t many films with lesbians that don’t end in angst or involve Disapproval or affairs or dark forbidden things and leave you feeling kind of miserable? Like?!??! in my Gay opinion, in addition to happy lesbian films, there should be blockbuster fantasy/ scifi /action etc films that just happen to hav lesbians, and i want the lesbians to b treated as casually as straight people in the same sort of films w/o anyone making a giant deal out of it being a Lesbian™ film… im… it needs 2 not be so rare so lovely ppl like u won’t feel guilty about it!

Anyway, with the exception of a few, some of these aren’t great great… but I hope at least like some end up being worth it, bc like at least these don’t have miserable endings,,

  • Masterlist Recs: *use this one* / 1 / 2 / 3 (these aren’t necessarily all happy ending films though… i want to warn you though, that blue is the warmest color is on some of these lists and i personally do not recommend it idk.)
  • Carol (2015): I’m sure you’ve seen/know about this by now and obviously it’s excellent and beautiful and has Cate Blanchett and is the standard to which all other films with lesbians should aspire to in my opinion, maybe all films with lesbians should feature Cate Blanchett, i wish e v e r y lesbian film was this high quality and dreamy but they aren’t
  • But I’m a Cheerleader (1999): comedy with a popular cheerleader who’s parents decide she’s gay and LITERALLY send her to a ‘recovery’ camp, like! so it backfires and she falls in love with this girl and there’s lots of pastel colors and 90′s music and softness and the cheerleader’s played by nicky from oitnb which makes it funnier im,
  • I Can’t Think Straight (2008): elegant, involves a lady that’s about to get Married to this guy but then she meets a woman that she falls in love with, it has Lisa Ray and Sheetal Sheth and they have onscreen chemistry and passion mostly
  • Kyss Mig (2011): Swedish film similar to Imagine Me and You, since you said you liked that one, this film is /ok/ and well written but it’s just… also, like, awkward-ish in my opinion but
  • My Summer of Love (2004): OK so i lied this doesn’t necessarily have a happy ending and it actually has triggering subject matter (also reviewers will pass it off as a Gals Being Pals film which….. is vaguely annoying) but i just stuck this in here bc i guess it’s kinda good and has emily blunt and you might want to check it out later or whatever
  • Viola di Mare (2009): film set in rural 1800s Italy about two women that fall in love, based on a true story, sometimes the soundtrack is rlly annoying, not really a happy ending idk
  • Desert Hearts (1985): this lady is stressed out from her divorce and moves to nevada in the late 50s, or whatever, but then she meets this lady who works at a casino and, yeah
  • D.E.B.S. (2005): a girl who was admitted to this elite secret spy academy falls for the Attractive villain… cute, ridiculous lots of guns and actions and plaid skirts, it has bad reviews but like… c'mon… it’s one of those sleepover type films… it’s not meant to be Deep…
  • Show Me Love (1998): i watched this forever ago it’s Swedish lesbians-discovering-themselves film abt a girl falling for the ‘popular girl’ and it has grainy cinematography. decent with a decent ending. (trigger warnings: homophobia, abelism) the soundtrack gets annoying
  • The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love: I saw this awhile ago but I recall it being mediocre but relaxed it takes place in the 60’s/70’s and involves an interracial relationship between high school girls so it’s kind of a bb lesbians discovering themselves film
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so yes…i did it…finally…heh

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this is most definitely a filler chapter. sorry, it was necessary. but the next chapter is going to be exciting, i promise <3

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“Welcome to the jungle, we’ve got fun and-“

“Wow, dad. Literally, not even five minutes ago. We established no singing.” I said, outrightly pointing to the post-it note pasted on top of the radio dial.

“Come on Juvia, don’t you wanna jam with your old man?” He asked jokingly, hitting the horn to the beat of the song.

“Dad, that’s an excellent way to get shot.” I informed, watching the other drivers get mildly aggravated by my dad’s horn abuse.

“Aw, you’re not gettin’ it. You see, I’m just trying to get it on like all the young kids nowadays-“

“Jesus Christ, dad, I thought I could get at least another good year out of you before you turned into one of those dads.” I snarled, turning up the radio to tune out his tone-deaf antics.

“Well if you’re going to be rude about it, I guess I have no choice but to turn to Rush.” My dad threatened, cranking the radio up to an ungodly number and probably deafening several forest animals in the process.

Rush was my dad’s signature old man band, he pretty much bought all their merch, watched all their movies, rage listened to every CD, he’d even seen them in concerts a few times.

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North American Tour week 1

Our first week of our seven in North America has been a frantic affair but we’ve many stories to tell. Now that South By South West is over and done with I felt the first blog was due.

 We began at Heathrow on Sunday 7th March, where after mummifying our guitars and a few cases with baggage wrapping, we ate a fried breakfast whose price to size/quality graph featured a strong negative correlation. The waitress almost threw a tantrum at our request to split the bill, something we have yet to encounter over here, where the service is sublime and the tipping reflects this.

Taffel demonstrates the travelling stoner look, with mummified bag to the left.

Taffel unwrapped his birthday presents with an unusual ferocity. 

The flights themselves were relatively painless, despite their length. The excitement felt by all kept us in high spirits, despite essentially travelling back in time. I had a mild seizure upon our arrival after discovering that the airline had put my bag on the flight after the one we actually flew on. Once I’d recovered we had soon arrived in our hotel in Nashville. After so long confined in tin cans 30,000 feet up in the air it was great to be able to spread all four limbs as far as possible on a master bed. Taffel and I then ordered a burger that instantly became the best we’d ever had (this has happened thrice since). I managed to have an accident with a freakishly high-pressured ketchup sachet that exploded into my face, hair and onto the mirror behind me. This gave me the appearance of a gunshot victim before I’d even had the chance to irritate any American into drawing a weapon.

Ketchup: Heinz, face: model’s own.

After a dab down we headed into town to a bar called Soulshine that upon entry smelled like a cheese factory. The music that had drawn us took the form of a blues jam night and the standard was ferociously high. Every fifth male in Nashville looked like ZZ Top’s Dusty Hill in a trucker hat and all were steeped in the blues. After a couple of hours we fell into bed and attempted to cheat the jet lag.

Picture drawn by me in the van. 

The next day we picked up the mighty vessel we will call home until 1st May. With its plush leather seats and onboard wifi, this is a van like none we’ve driven before and we’re pretty pleased with it. The fact that we were still saying that after a 14 hour journey down to Austin is testament to its charms.

On Tuesday we ventured into town for our first taste of SXSW. After a remarkably smooth accreditation process we were in need of sustenance. Several of our party had heard that the International House of Pancakes (IHOP) was a decent eatery and a branch was was conveniently located just over the road. Unfortunately, IHOP was a major let down. Luckily the food since has been a blur of supreme medium rare beef and all things Mexican, which we’re now very well acquainted with after meeting some East LA Latino homeboys who gave us a detailed description of all their native food stuffs. They also promised us that they’d have our backs if we ever came to hang with them in their part of town. Having since discovered that their hood is about as safe Compton or Watts, we’ll be passing them up on their gracious offer.

American cuisine at its finest.

SXSW was a mass of humanity, with people trekking from far and wide to converge for the near-constant noises being emitted by the city. With the US music industry generally split between New York and LA (save the country hub of Nashville), Austin, Texas was a warm and welcoming middle ground where close to a thousand acts peddled their wares to any available ears. Brass bands, lone drummers and magicians lined the streets, and that was before you’d even got inside one of the myriad venues. We played a couple of sterling full shows as well as acoustic sessions, and almost featured in a Hip Hop video. No really. At an acoustic gig in a house just outside the heart of town we were peeping through the garden fence at an entire rap crew who were the absolute real deal, miming out a yard scene for their latest release. After enthusiastically inviting us to be involved they made their way over the road but unfortunately our packed schedule was against us and we just missed out on becoming the awkward-looking extras that the rest of the guests became. We did manage to complete another teen dream a few days later though, where at the same locale we played fully amped up in the front room of a house party, complete with the mythical red cups that we’ve all grown up seeing in the movies. 

Our amps, on loan from Orange, back up the local phrase that ‘everything’s bigger in Texas’ (thanks Orange!).

Taxis were hard to come by at SXSW. One night a trio of our troupe were out raving hard till late and had no option but to hitch a lift. With everyone being so much friendlier in the USA than in London, this wasn’t a problem. Here’s a transcript of what followed:

Ben (sheepishly): Can we pay you chaps $30 for a lift back to our hotel please sir?

Cody the driver (straight-faced): No problem man, but if you pull a knife on me I will shoot you.

As it turned out, Cody and his buddy Emerson were two of the coolest guys we could have hoped to meet, both self-titled ‘roughnecks’ who made a killing working on the Texan oil fields, and as such didn’t accept our money. They were also armed to the teeth, their pick up truck like an NRA convention on wheels. They came to our gig the next day and took Taffel out for several whiskeys, which resulted in him acquiring a small tattoo of the state of Texas on his upper back, which was classy.

Ladies and gentleman, I present to you Josh 'Texas’ Taffel.

Our first week here can’t be accounted for without our accommodation getting a Trip Advisor-style mention. Austin Suites was the kind of place you would never book if you had any sort of a budget. The rooms were generally fine, although their whites wash could’ve done with around 100% extra bleach. A more pressing concern was the clientele. One man we met was a hardcore nicotine addict, asking us all nightly for a hallowed cigarette. It wasn’t until we were about to leave that we found out his name was Kevin but went by the alias of Igadda Bigadda. He claimed he’d been abducted by aliens, tried to give us drugs (‘I wanna help y’all party but don’t drive on these’) and carried a spray bottle around with him filled with chemicals that he’d aim at the eyes of any potential assailant before they could land their sucker punch. This is the type of person who hung around the gloomy, bloodstained landings of the Austin Suites hotel. As much as we’d enjoyed Austin there was definitely a part of us all that couldn’t wait to leave.

Our friend Kevin, also drawn by me in the van, who looks a lot less like Bob Dylan in reality.

We’re now heading north and if you’re an American or Canadian who fancies watching us, here’s where you can still do it:

I’ll speak to y'all soon.

^JP