it kinda looks like he's talking about me

oh oh oh you know what made me smile today!!!!! I was sorting out racks of clothes and it was around the time school finished and I’d been at work for like 6hrs+ aka ready to die and these two teenagers came in and the boy was like “omg look at this highlight I just bought” and he was so excited and it warmed my heart when the girl was like complimenting him on it and he was just so excited and happy, it made me smile aND then he was giving her fashion advice like “oh yeah that’d look really nice with some denim jeans” and I was like I love this kid and idk it just made me so happy he was being himself and not afraid to be interested in topics society deems “female” orientated. It’s also kinda the first time I’ve heard a guy be into makeup, like when I was at school girls even got picked on for talking about makeup, so it’s fucking amazing this generation is so open and breaking stereotypes 

I might have screamed a little (or a lot) when I saw the new official art.

I mean, look at them

That’s like the epitome of boyfriendhood (or fiancehood, even).

Like, they’re probably chilling on the steps to the rink in St. Petersburg after practice and Yuuri might be talking about some mobile game he’s been into lately and Yurio’s kinda interested, but Victor is just there like “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about but I love you and I know you like it so please tell me more.”

And it’s all so casual with the coffee and the crossed legs and the jeans and everything and Victor is just holding his hand on Yuuri’s shoulder like it’s normal for them because it is.

I swear, you can see that they’re in a relationship at first glance because of all the visual cues and asdfghjk this art is just so good.

so I got my bf into Trollhunters and he turns to me and says “Jim and Strickler look a lot alike”, and I kinda picked up on the resemblances before (esp in some fan arts I’ve seen) but it never hit me just how much they look alike and can we just talk about that for a sec

Character designs are always very conscious and deliberate choices, and Jim and Strickler share a lot of likenesses. They both have long faces, long hooked noses, darker hair, thin lips, noticeable eye bags. Their body types are the same too: long and lean. Jim, in all honesty, looks more like Strickler than his own mother. Barbara has a rounder face, a smaller upturned nose, paler skin, red hair, and electric blue eyes. Very pretty, but not much like her son. We can assume Jim probably takes after his dad in this case, but I think its interesting that Strickler is the only character we’ve physically seen so far who Jim seems to resemble a decent amount. In the words of my bf “imagine what Strickler looked like when he was Jim’s age and tell me they don’t look alike.”

To which you’re probably thinking: ‘so whats the point?’ I don’t know, but characters designed similarly usually indicate similarities between those characters, like in personality or familial relations or maybe to show Jim has some changeling blood in him too. Regardless, I do find the parallels between Jim and Strickler interesting. Such as how they both love knives and are skilled knife twirlers

Or how they prefer passive aggression and snark

Or “Get [Barbara] out of here!” and “I’m only helping you for [Barbara]” aka Barbara Lake is both of their biggest concern always

Or how they trick each other, which I think Jim managing to do is pretty impressive considering Strickler’s a crafty little shit

Or how they come to the same conclusion and concoct the same clever plan to defeat Angor Rot together, following which Strickler claims how he’s surprised how well he and Jim work together. Basically: they make a good team

Or how they love being petty and annoyed with each other, but secretly care about the other

Or how they lie to others (esp Barbara) continuously

Or how they literally yell the same thing in unison at one point

Etc. Jim and Strickler are definitely not the same, like at all. But parallels like these are some of the things that make their interactions so fun and interesting. They have a great dynamic, definitely one of my favorites, and I think their physical similarities kinda emphasize that.

Bloody Mikaelson’s - Kol x Reader

Originally posted by lovekolmikaelsonstuff

Pairing: Kol x Reader

Prompt: Kol is jealous about you being affectionate with everyone but him. He decides to tag along when you go shopping to try and get you to like him more. Fluff and confessions ensue!

Warning: Smut (?)

ENJOY!!

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You sat down next to Niklaus on the sleek leather couch, phone in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. As you lent against him, his arm automatically wrapped around your shoulders. You and Klaus were best friends, the kinda of friends that spoon at night and talk about relationship problems. You sighed contently as you sipped your coffee. Despite his psychotic tendencies Niklaus was the biggest cuddle whore ever.

“What the hell! Why do you cuddle Nik like that and not me?” You heard a childish voice ask, looking up you see Kol stood there his arms opened wide like he was waiting for an explanation.

“Because little brother if she did, you’d try something extremely unrefined.” You heard Elijah’s sophisticated voice chuckle. You smiled when Elijah bent down and place a loving kiss on your forehead. To Elijah and Rebekah you were like a little sister.

“More so than you already do.” Nik added smirking to himself as he took a sip of your coffee that you hadn’t even realised he’d taken. You shot him a glare taking your coffee back before glancing up at Kol who was just glaring at everyone.

“Elijah gets to kiss you! Nik gets to cuddle you! What do I get!?” He growled angrily.

“A punch in the face if you carry on Kol.” You grunted as you went back to reading a post you had seen on Facebook. You heard a deep smooth chuckle from behind you resulting in you throwing you head back, hanging upside down to see Marcel stood directly in behind of you. Meaning your face was about 5 inches away from Marcel’s crotch. You stared at the fabric covering his jeans trying to see the shape.

“Are you finished staring at my crotch Y/N.” Marcel snorted making you tilt you head slightly.

“I’m trying to see if the myths about black guys is true.” You replied bluntly before sitting up and turning to Marcel kneeling up so you were looking into his eyes.

“It’s not always true but in Marcel’s case it is.” You heard a smug voice add, you looked behind Marcel to see Rebekah stood there with a smirk. She threw you a wink and walked over to sit with you.

“Jesus Bekah you got the full package huh? Voice that’s makes your panties wet, ripped as fuck, looks to die for and a big dick.” She laughed at your dreamy voice making you smirk.

“Y/N I adore you however if you could refrain from talking with my sister about her boyfriend’s genitals I would much appreciate it.” Elijah sighed shaking his head lightly as he continued to read.

“Sorry ‘Lijah, Nik.” You added knowing he was probably uncomfortable too. You scrolled through your Instagram liking a few picture along the way before you felt someone trying to shuffle there way between you and Klaus. You knew it was Kol straight away.

“Kol what are you doing?” You huffed making him stop moving as he settled down next to you. Earning himself a glare from Klaus.

“I’m coming to cuddle! I deserve affection too!” He exclaimed pairing his enthusiasm with a cheeky grin.

“Really Kol? I mean really?” You deadpanned making him shrug.

He wrapped his arm around you resulting in an eye roll on your part. You weren’t the closet with Kol, mainly because you never really spoke, not because you didn’t like each other. He irritated you and teased you but you knew it was all in good fun. You didn’t move away from his arm but you didn’t snuggle into him like you did Niklaus and sometimes Elijah. Elijah liked to cuddle on occasions, mainly when he was stressed. You continued scrolling through your Instagram, seeing a racy lingerie photo posted by one of the photographers you follow. You smiled and opened the comment box.

‘This is beautiful Jason.’ You commented on the photo before look at the picture again. It might be a lingerie photo but the way it was taken was art not sexual.

“Ooo I think you should do a photo like that and give it me for my birthday!” You heard Kol say from right next to you. You unwrapped his arm from you and moved to the opposite couch were Elijah was sat.

“Dammit come on Darling I was only joking!” Kol whined like a child who had just had his favorite toy taken from him. You didn’t respond instead picking up a pillow from the couch and throwing it at him. He caught it with ease and grinned very much resembling the Cheshire cat.

“Kol what did you do this time?” You heard a soft voice ask from behind you. You knew by the voice that it was Freya but you decided to drop Kol in it.

“He asked me for lingerie pictures for his birthday.” You pouted angrily as you looked at Freya with slight puppy dog eyes.

“Kol Mikaelson! That is no way to treat a lady!” Elijah and Freya shouted at the same time, I smiled at how much they were a like sometimes and turned to Kol who looked like he was ashamed in what he had just said.

“Sorry Y/N.” He muttered softly making you feel bad for ratting him out.

“It’s okay Kol. Anyway I’m going out today so I’ll see you guys later!” You hopped off the couch before you were stop by Niklaus.

“Where are you going?” Nik asked looking up from what he was doing.

“I’m going shopping. I realised I haven’t got much and I’ve been borrowing Rebekah’s clothes since I got here.” You smiled at him sweetly before leaning down and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Can I come with you?” You heard an unexpected voice ask. You looked over at Kol in surprise but nodded anyway because maybe it would do you some good to bond with Kol. After getting ready you met Kol in the courtyard, double checking you had your credit card and phone. Once you were sure you had them you nodded at Kol who offered you his arm. You smiled sweetly and took his arm gently before you both made your way out onto the bustling streets of New Orleans.

You stopped at the first shop and Kol had yet to let go of your arm which you found extremely endearing. As much as he was cheeky he was still a Mikaelson which meant he had to be at least 5% gentleman. You picked up a few different colored pairs of jeans, a few pairs of plain black leggings, some skirts and shorts before handing them to Kol who let go of your arm to help. You next went to get some plain vest tops, some crop tops and a few different types of blouses. You knew you and Bekah would most likely have a shopping spree soon so you only bought things you needs. Next you grabbed things like socks and tights, you tried to pay for them but Kol refused to let me and gave the woman his card. Kol took them bags from you and held them all in one hand before offering you his arm once again which made you grin threading your arm with his once again.

You laid your head on his bicep as you made your way to the nearest shoe shop. You strolled in with Kol and picked up a few different styles of heels and only 2 pairs of flats. One pair was running shoes and the other were a pair of sandals. You usually wore heels so you didn’t usually buy flats. They were only for when it was too hot and you couldn’t be bothered with the strain heels had on your feet. Once again Kol ignored your pleas to stop her paid for your shoes too. The last stop was a lingerie shop which made you snort slightly, remembering Kol’s teasing earlier. When you got inside you made your way to the simple 2 pieces sets. You looked the racks up and down before turning to Kol who unexpectedly looked quite uncomfortable.

You smiled reassuringly and quickly grabbed a few sets that you liked before making your way to the register, arm still linked with Kol’s. You set the stuff down smiling sweetly at the elderly woman behind the counter. Kol took out his card making me whine.

“Kol I can pay for them you don’t have to.” You sighed guiltily. He let out a chuckle grinning at you softly.

“I want to Darling.” He stated his pet name making you blush slightly.

“How long have you two been Married?” The little old lady asked as she accepted Kol’s card. You blushed further and was about to correct her but Kol nudge you and grinned.

“Not long.” Kol replied sweetly making you look at him with slightly widened eyes. After he retrieved the bags you made your way outside before you nudge him angrily.

“Why did you let her believe we were married?” You asked softly yet the hint of anger still evident in your voice.

“Because it’s not like we’re going to see her much and why spoil an old woman’s day by embarrassing her.” Kol stated with a small chuckle.

“So Mrs. Mikaelson how about we go get some food at the pub and then get all this stuff home?” He teased making you grin at his antics.

“Well if you insist Mr. Mikaelson.” You flirted. You grabbed some of the bags so you could intertwine your arms again which made him smile. After ate and laughed together you finally made it home Kol shouted at the top of his.  

“Y/N and I got married while we were out.” He knew his voice would reach everyone in the house and soon Nik and Rebekah came running out with wide eyes which made you laugh so hard you had to lean into Kol for support.

“You did what!?” Rebekah screeched making me laugh even harder.

“Yeah it was great there was sexy lingerie.” He nodded happily you saw the game he was playing and you decided to play along.

“Heels too die for.” I added nodding my head seriously.

“The dress she bought was absolutely beautiful.” Kol sighed dreamily almost making me crack.

“I contemplated getting my hair done but decided there wasn’t much point.” I shrugged.

“Oh and then we had a meal and a glass of wine!” Koll finished.

“Tell me you’re joking!?” Rebekah screamed her voice reaching the higher pitched stage. You looked at Niklaus who looked at you with wide eyes.

“But…But I had everything planned in my head!” Rebekah yelled making me and Kol look at her confusedly.

“Planned? Planned for what?” You asked cautiously.

“Yours and Kol’s wedding! Duhh!” She huffed angrily.

“What!?” You and Kol screamed in unison!

“We were joking Bekah! An old woman thought we were married and we didn’t correct her.” You replied laughing awkwardly.

“Oh okay that’s good because I planned everything.” Rebekah stated more calmly this type.

“Rebekah, Kol and I aren’t even dating…Why would we get married?” You asked looking up at Kol who just shrugged at you with wide eyes.

“I’m a woman that’s been around for 1000 years and I know that Kol is very clea-”

“Okay!!! That’s enough of that! Why don’t we go put your new stuff away?” Kol screamed interrupting Rebekah, his cheeks slightly flushed.

You shrugged it off and decided to follow Kol with the bags you were holding. Once you got to your room you fell forward onto the bed after dropping the bags. Kol fell onto it next to you, his warm brown eyes staring into your Y/E/C ones. You smiled sweetly at him before he reached over and tuck some of your hair behind your ear. You closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of his rough hand against your soft flesh. His hand lingered for a while before he pulled back making you almost whine at the loss of contact. You had been alive for over 200 years but Kol’s touch wasn’t like anything you’d felt before. It was gentle and loving, it undoubtedly made your heart flutter. You opened your eyes to see him staring at you like he had a question on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t find the courage to voice it. Which you found ironic since he was usually so sure of himself.

You smiled at him shyly knowing full well you had a blush covering your cheeks. His hand reached back out but this time it gently cupped your cheek. You nuzzled into his hands before looking back into his eyes. You had both somehow rolled onto your sides in a loose fetal position, knees touching slightly. His thumb circled you cheek gently before he spoke up.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” He whispered softly, looking into your eyes as he spoke. You didn’t respond just looked at him waiting for him to reach over. He sat up leaning on his elbow as he lent down and brushed his lips over yours. You reached between your bodies your hand gently gripping his t-shirt. You finally felt you lips meets and it was like you heart was beating so fast it would leap out of your chest, your stomach was going wild with the strength of the butterfly’s you were currently experiencing. After a few minutes of tender kisses he pulled away slowly. You sighed happily as his eyes met yours once again. He laid back down on his side.

“Y/N I think I’m in love with you.” His voice was timid and scared you would reject him but his confession only made you heart leap with happiness. When you didn’t say anything he started getting up which made you panic.

“Kol…” He turned round to look at you, sadness in his eyes.

“W-Will you please make love to me?” You asked timidly a blush bracing your face once again.

“I know I’m not in love with you yet but you make my heart beat louder than it ever should, when you kissed me I felt like everything disappeared so if you give me time I think I could fall in love you…If I haven’t already…” You whispered your eyes meeting his as he stared at you with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen him were but this time it was filled with love and hope.

He rushed over to you as you knelt at the end of the bed. His lips crushed against yours his emotions bursting out through the kiss. His hands cupped both your cheeks, your hands were gripping his t-shirt as he gently laid you down. He hovered over you, his body on top of yours but not uncomfortable. You gripped his biceps as you whimpered into the kiss, your heart was going a mile a minute. He broke the kiss only to trail soft kisses down your neck causing you to shiver. His hands slid to the hem of your shirt tugging it slightly he looked up at you as asking for permission, you nodded biting you lip which made him groaned.

You both sat up so he could pulled you top off tenderly. You tugged his top off and dropped it on the floor before taking your bra off and letting it join the pile of clothes by your bed. He gazed at you appreciatively before laying you back down. His lips were soon kissing slowly down your neck to you breast before taking one of your nipples into his mouth gently swirling his tongue while using his left hand to caress your thighs. You let out a soft moan as he moved to your other nipple showing it the same affection.

His hand finally made its way to the button on your jeans. He undid the button before pulling away for my breast, pulling down your jeans and plum coloured lace that was under your jeans. He let them poll on the floor before kissing your stomach softly, his hands sliding up your thighs. You gasped as his thumb found its way to your clit, his kiss slowly getting closer to your appending arousal. You hummed in appreciation as his thumb made small delicate circles on your clit.

His lips moved to your thigh before kissing up until it reached your sex. His breath brushed over your dripping heat before it finally made contact. It started of slow and seductive but soon turned so dominant and fast. You were a writhing mess of moans and panting as you felt you orgasm approach. His tongue dip inside you a few time before it continues its assault on your clit.

“K-Kol gonna cum..” You panted as you felt your end coming nearer with every move of his tongue.

“Let it go baby…I got you.” He whispered sweetly his finger slowly entering you, curling to reach your most treasure spot. He went back to kitten licks as his fingers did the rest of the work.

“F-Fuck Kol feels so good…” You whined. You were so close to the edge you would practically taste it. And finally you fell.

“M’ cumming Kol…Holy shit!” You moaned loudly you hand clutching the bed sheets as your back arched up, your mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. Koll pulled back and stared at your with a small smile.

“Good you look beautiful when you cum.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead gently. You were still panting at he pulled back undoing his jeans. You reached over as soon as his member was free but he stopped you shaking his head making you frown.

“Not that I don’t want your hand or mouth wrapped round…It’s just I feel need to feel you right now.” That sentence should have sounded dirty but when Kol said it, it sounded like pure love. You nodded and opened your legs further, he slid in between them. You slid your arms round his neck embracing him like he was breakable. He kissed your lips tenderly and he lined himself up with your entrance. You were panting slightly, gripping onto him tightly. He slid himself into you at an agonizingly slow pace but you knew this wasn’t him fucking you. This was him showing you how much you mean to him and that was better than a quick fuck.

“F-Fuck!” He swore his head resting against the point where your shoulder and neck meets. His breathing was heavy and he was gripping the sheets tightly. You knew he was trying to control himself so you cupped his cheeks and brought him up so you were face to face. You stared into his eyes as if tell him ‘thank you’ and ‘you’re doing so well’. He gave you a shaky smile and began slowly thrusting into you. You gripped onto his shoulders as your breathing started getting heavier as well. He changed his angles so he could hit your g-spot which made you arch up and whimper at the amount of love and pleasure you were feeling all at once.

Once you collected yourself slightly. You move you both into a different position so you could be closer. Kol sat on the edge of the bed, his legs hanging off the bed. You were sat in his lap, your chest and forehead pressed against his as you continued to move your hips. You were thrusting forward instead of up and down so your clit was gently rubbing as his pubic bone with every thrust. You threw you head back letting out a moan, Kol’s lips going straight to you throat placing soft wet kisses on the hollow of your throat. You started to feel yourself building steadily, moaned husky moans and panting getting loud with each thrust.

“Y/N I’m c-close..” Kol panted against your throat making you shutter out a breath.

“Me t-too…Cum with me…” You stuttered before letting out another choked sob. Your pace got slightly fast as your orgasm was finally reaching its peak. You pulled back and look into Kol’s eyes, His left hand cupping you cheek and he stared at you with so many unspoken words. His brows were furrowed and his eyes kept trying to shut as he neared his end. One arm wrapped around his neck and the other placed on his chest.

“I’m c-cumming..” You whispered against his lips your panting loud and deep. He nodded letting you know he was too you gasped as you finally came, your walls clenching around Kol triggering his orgasm.

Once you had ridden out your orgasms, Kol picked you up with shaky legs and laid you on the bed carefully. He crawled under the covers with you and pulled you into his chest, kissing you hair lovingly.

“I love you Y/N and I’ll wait forever if it means you’ll love me back.” Kol’s stated his voice was quiet and spent after earlier activities.

“It won’t take as long as you think…” I muttered into his chest before placing a kiss on his chest bone.

BANG!!

“It’s about bloody time!” Rebekah screamed as she slammed to door open.

“For the love of all that is bloody holy! Rebekah get out!” Kol screamed making you jump slightly which made him look down at you.

“I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to make you jump…” He muttered apologetically.

“It’s okay. Nik! Can you respectfully drag your lovely sister…who I adore…out of my bloody room!” You screamed only making Kol chuckle but also making sure everything was covered before Nik came in. Nik soon came in and pushed Rebekah out the room but turn to look at us.

“I’m happy for you both. Hurt her Kol and I’ll dagger you.” Niklaus threatened before leaving the room and closing the door on his way out.

Bloody Mikaelson’s.

My Crowning Achievement

When I was about 16 there was this boy in my art class. Huge conspiracy theorist, anti big pharma, etc. every art class he’d talk about his latest eyebrow raising conspiracy theory.

this particular class, he was talking about how processed food caused autism

and my autistic ass is like: mmm, go on, tell me more

so he goes on, talking about how “third world countries don’t have autism” and that autism was created by big pharma

I’m not even mad, just kinda entertained.

And then this kid starts saying that he can tell if a person’s autistic by looking at their face

so i decide to have a little fun

so i looked at him

and said, “well, do I look autistic?”

I’ve never seen someone backtrack so quickly. it was fucking beautiful

This is the ideal FE lord design
you may not like it, but this is what peak performance looks like

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Dominic Sherwood about Katherine McNamara slapping him in the face.

Dominic: When I read the books, I was quite excited to film the slapping scene ‘that’s for the other 10% deal’. And then we got to set and they said that Kat was gonna slap me. She was gonna hit me in the face. Which I wasn’t.. That’s not quite what I was prepared for. Now, we were talking earlier about how small Kat is, she got a slap on her, let me tell you. She’s got a slap on her. And on top of that, Jace has to kind of react, because he’s a shadowhunter, he kinda has to react like it didn’t hurt. It did! It really did!

Katherine: Hey I asked and you told me to slap you as hard as I could!

Dominic: Yeah, but look! Imagine what I was expecting! But yeah, I was excited to film that and then.. Now I’m not.

so i went back to The Scene that everyone is talking about right now, and i can’t tell if it’s the light and/or the camera focusing, but the head does look like it’s manifesting. the gif quality is terrible, but if you go back to the episode and watch it, you can kinda see towards the end that an eye opens and the mouth starts to move. i for sure can’t say if this is a ghost or not (zak even said he can’t explain it), but hot diggity damn it’s cool as heck.

10 Things I Learned After You Picked Her.

Originally posted by sugakookie

  • Request: Can you do an angst scenario with Jimin, for admin amanda pls
  • Genre: Angst, just straight up angst
  • A/N: So, like I am kinda procrastinating at part 2 for the Zico scenario, but hopefully *probably not* it will be here at the end of the week. So enjoy this lovely Jimin angst in the meanwhile. -Amanda

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So I was feeling pretty lonely for a while and I got a tinder, under recommendation of my friend. I guess I wanted to mess around to un-bore me and maybe get a few hook ups. So I match with this guy, he’s a bit older than me but I don’t mind, he seems pretty cool and interesting, talks about how good he gives massages. He calls me “little angel” and “sweetheart” and it kinda hooks me. We arrange up a date at the museum. Now I’m a huge museum nerd and I love this particular museum, and I really was looking forward to spending time with him there. And a few hours before the date he cancels everything! Im like okay bud whats wrong? And then he just brushes me off and tells me about how “he doesn’t feel well” and everything.

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anonymous asked:

hey presley im feeling kinda insecure rn do you have any cool facts about anything to cheer me up??

You feeling insecure: just remember one time Burr thought his social life was ruined because of a zit on his nose, that everyone made fun of James Monroe because he insides of his coat were bright yellow, that Lafayette danced with Maria Antoinette and kept stepping on her feet and everyone laughed at him, that Madison looked so much like a rat when he was president that people called him, “a shriveled little John Apple. I shower you in constant love, feel better- always here if you need to talk, I know how it feels. ”.

Star Trek headcanon I can't stop thinking about:

In the academy, everyone was referred to by their last names, and once Jim and Bones became friends, Jim didn’t know Bones’ real name.

This isn’t too big of a problem however. That is until Jim starts talking about names. He says “I’m glad I was given a normal name and not a lame one.” And Bones just gives him a look and Jim goes, “Y'know, names that just DO NOT sound cool. Like Leonard or Eugene.”

And Bones kinda tenses up and gives Jim a look. “Honestly I don’t think Leonard is a bad name.”

“Are you kidding? I mean c'mon, have you EVER met someone cool with the name Leonard?” And Bones shrugs and says gruffly, “You thought I was cool.”

And that’s how Jim learns his name.

Sparring Match

Eric x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: None


“You know Eric likes you, right.” Tori said one day as you had come to complain to her about Eric again.

“Wait what?” You asked, clearly confused.

“Yeah I heard him talking about you. He makes you sound so dreamy you know.”

You made a disgusted face and Tori giggled.

“So…” Tori pushed, nudging you.

You jumped off the counter and looked at some of the tattoos.

“So what?” You asked.

“Do you like him back?”

“No! Maybe! Yes! Kinda! I don’t know!”

“Are you aware that you just gave me every possible answer to that question?”

“Yes.”

Tori shook her head, smiling. “You should tell him. Maybe then he’d stop being such and ass and ask you out.”

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That whole night you thought about Eric. Did he like you? Did you like him? I mean, he was good looking. And he could work out for like ever. But… You sighed and closed your eyes. Maybe…
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“Your going too easy on them.” Eric said for the thousandth time.

You rolled your eyes and re-positioned one of the initiates position, putting your hands on his waist the move him. You saw Eric tense up. Maybe he did like you… You grinned absent-mindly.

“Should we do a sparring session?” You asked, moving to the mat.

“Why don’t you fight one of them?” Eric said. “At least you’ll be able to beat an initiate. Hopefully.” He added, casting his eyes down and smirking.

“Alright. How about you and me?” You challenged. “The kids can get some pointers.”

Eric laughed. “Seriously?”

You smiled innocently, showing your shiny white teeth. “Yeah… I know how you move, Eric.” You added edge to your voice. “It’ll be as easy as hitting the bullseye.”
Everyone knew you were the best archer in Dauntless.

Worry crossed his eyes before he shook it away and stepped onto the mat. “Alright. I’ll let you take the first swing.”

You stepped onto the mat across from him and got into position.

“Everyone knows whoever takes the first swing looses.” You growled.

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow before sending a jab straight into your jaw. “And to think your jawline was the prettiest thing about you.”

You snapped your neck so you jaw popped back. “No. It’s my hair.” You said. “And mess with my hair. And I can make your death look like an accident.” You pretended to throw a punch at his face but doubled back and kicked him in the gut. He doubled over and you landed a few good punches over his head.

The fight lasted a good 10 minutes but eventually there was so much blood and both of you were puffed out so you called the fight off. Eric was bleeding from his nose, his head, his shoulder and he had a cut across his waist where you swiped your nails across. Your lip, head, arm and finger was bleeding.

“You shouldn’t be able to use nails in a fight.” Eric said as you both sat next to each other on the bench to clean your injuries and watch the initiates spar.

“It’s all about survival.” You said, holding up your bleeding finger. “Well…” You sighed. “That one is gonna have to grow back.”

Eric looked away disgustingly.

“Dude, you look like you’ve just drowned five million times. You shouldn’t be disgusted by a lost fingernail.”

He shook his head. “I’m disgusted at why we fight all the time. Everything is an argument… When did this even start?”

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*FLASHBACK*

“Y/N!” You mom called from the top of the building you were climbing. Eric’s mom stood beside her, looking worried. “Can you go back and help Eric? He’s struggling.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling and headed back down. When you reached him, you held your hand out for him to take. He did, but he pulled you down to him. You tumbled over his head and plummeted towards the ground.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

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“I believe it started when we were seven and you almost killed me.” You said.

“Ah… That…” He looked down. “I must of been stronger than I anticipated.”

“Why is it always about strength to you?” You snapped. “Yeah, I’m not stronger than you. But I’m faster. I’m more agile and flexible. I can shoot a bow or even a gun better than you. And you don’t appreciate any of it!”

“Strength gives you better status.”

“There’s only one kind of status that matters to me. And that’s dead or alive. And I don’t know about you but I’d rather stay alive.”
You sighed.
“I physically don’t have the strength to beat someone in a fight. So I work on my other strengths. You want me dead? That’s your opinion. But it’s not my reality. And I’m not gonna put myself down because one person in the world thinks I’m not good enough.”

You stood up to leave but he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and his lips crashed into yours.

Makeup

Daveed Diggs x Reader
Words: 544
Request: hey hi! could i have platonic! daveed (or jefferson, if you don’t do cast members!) just chatting w the reader? maybe somehow he catches a few bruises, and a little smudge that doesn’t look like its /just/ an under eye circle, he kinda ends up like making her take off the makeup and then it’s a black eye??? confessions about a shitty father and ensue and sorry it’s been a bad day for me lmao 
Triggers: Mention of abuse, bruises

Hi guys. this one was kind of hard for me to write because i’ve dealt with this kinda of thing a lot lately and in the past, but i didn’t want to decline the person who requested it and so here it is.

if any of you are in this situation, please talk to someone. let them know what’s going on, don’t go through it alone. that was my biggest mistake when i was younger, and it’s still a mistake i’m making now. i still just let it happen. i don’t have a voice when my father is around. i don’t know what else to say honestly. i’m crying? is that a relevant thing?

anyway, thankyou everyone. i know no one probably read this, but please be safe and don’t stay silent.

if you ever feel down and wanna talk, send me a message. as long as i’m not asleep, i’ll most likely reply straight away and we can talk and honestly i just wanna take care of you all i don’t want anyone to be sad.

take care of yourselves bbys xxx

~

“I don’t think forgetting a line is that bad. The show continued on without it!” Daveed relaxed into the couch, crossing his arms.

“No, but you don’t get it. I haven’t messed up once until now. It’s just kinda nerve wracking, you know?” He said, rubbing his forehead in frustration. You grabbed his hands. “As your friend, I know that you did well, even if you did forget a line.”

“I guess you’re right,” Daveed replied. You smiled, ruffling his hair. “Of course I am, I’m always right.” You yawned, rubbing your eyes and the bags underneath them. “I’m also tired.”

“Wait, move your hands,” Daveed said, sitting up slowly. His once smiling eyes had turned down, being replaced by wide eyes. He seemed concerned, to say the least.

That was when the realisation hit you.

“I, um, I’m just gonna go to bed actually. I should be sleeping, I have school tomorrow and-“

“(Y/N), move you goddamn hands!” Daveed exclaimed. You dropped your hands in shock, revealing the faint mark of a bruise under your left eye. A frown covered Daveed’s face. He grabbed your hands, pulling you towards the bathroom and grabbing the makeup wipes from your drawer.

“Daveed, please. I didn’t want you to know-“

“(Y/N), please. We’re best friends. Whatever this is, I don’t want you to hide it,” he interrupted, his voice cracking slightly. He took the makeup wipe, gently removing the makeup from your face. You sniffled quietly, trying to stop the tears spilling from your eyes.

“(Y/N), I had no idea…” Daveed whispered, touching the bruises that covered your eye gently. “Who did this?”

“W-when I went home last week, h-he was mad. He was d-drunk, and he had no sense of reality. It was my fault,” she whispered. Daveed pulled you into a tight hug as soon as the words left your mouth.

“None of this was your fault. None. You need to stop telling yourself that. I… I can’t have you going back there. It’s not safe. You need time to heal, mentally and physically,” Daveed whispered, holding you tightly.

“I’m not broken. It’s a black eye, nothing more,” You whispered, slowly removing yourself from Daveed’s hug and sitting down on the floor. You stared at the ground. “It’s nothing I haven’t experienced before.”

Daveed took a seat next to you, wrapping an arm around you. “Was this the first time?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, continuing to stare at the ground. Daveed frowned, pulling you into his lap.

“We need to tell someone. I’m sure if we tell someone, he can be taken away. You can get a restraining order, and…”

“Daveed!” You exclaimed, moving your gaze from the floor to him. He jumped slightly, looking a bit shocked. “There’s nothing I can do. This isn’t some comedic sitcom where all our problems are solved in half an hour, it’s real life. This has been happening for a long time, and I know there’s nothing I can do. I’m helpless.”

Daveed frowned. “I’m going to do everything it takes to keep you safe,” he whispered.

You wiped your eyes slightly, biting your lip. “Do you promise?” You asked quietly, holding out your pinky. He wrapped his pinky around yours, nodding. “I promise.”

Hi my name is Logan and I like the over-analyze Camp Camp

SO spoiler warning for those of you who haven’t seen Camp Camp episode 10 (Mind Freakers)

We see this little exchange between Max and Neil:

Neil: How does Harrison have the gall to do something so hurtful, y’know?

-Pause real quick, notice that Max looks surprised that Neil thinks what Harrison did was hurtful. 

Max: Yeah…It’s kinda shitty….I feel-
Neil: It’s like he doesn’t even realize how this is affecting me!
Max: Wait- Affection YOU?!

Max thought he was talking about what Harrison did to him, not what Harrison did to Neil! He was about to talk about how he feels about it, but then Neil reveals he thinks Harrison doesn’t realize how its “Affecting me”

He looked surprised whenever Neil said what Harrison did was hurful
He thought Neil was referring to what Harrison did with the magic-rope-vomit thing
He looked surprised because, in his mind, Neil had recognized Max was incredibly bothered and upset over what Harrison did.

Why would he be surprised that somebody realized he was upset (or so he thought), even if he’d made it quite clear that he was? 

Maybe Max is used to nobody recognizing he’s upset or sad or whatever over something, no matter how clear he had made it that he was.

Every Action Has A Reaction (Daddy!Mashton threesome)

Request: Can you write a rough Cashton daddy smut:3 (dirty talking, rough stuff). Thank you baby. P.s. I love your smut.

The amount of people who asked me to change my Cashton threesome into a Mashton threesome is ridiculous. I have also added a lot of stuff so if this kinda looks familiar to you, you know why.

Y/N’s POV


“Michael what the fuck. I don’t get this shit anymore.” I said. I looked up from my physics book and throw my pencil onto the table.

Michael came over today to help me with my physics. He out of the blue offered to help me and it’s really nice of him but it seems like he doesn’t even get this. I mean, it seems like he does not know what he’s talking about.

“Calm down y/n. It takes a lot of practice that’s all.” Michael says.

“Do you even get this?” I say, a bit too loud and I sigh.

“What do you mean?!” he snaps. Oh fuck.

“I mean this is so difficult, how do you even understand this? I’m gonna fail!”

“Calm down y/n.” he then stands up and rubs my shoulders.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” Ashton says as he walks into the room. He immediately looks at my shoulders, and then quickly looks away, to the tv.

Michael noticed it and awkwardly removed his hands.

“No I hate this shit.” I say and I stand up.

“I’m gonna get a drink. Do you guys want anything?”

“No thanks” Michael says and he closes my book.

“I’m fine y/n.” Ashton says and I couldn’t help but think differently.

I walk into the kitchen and drink a glass of water. Jesus, I hate physics. I put my glass in the dishwasher and turn around to walk back.

“Hey y/n, I gotta leave. Let me know as soon as you have any questions okay?” Michael says.

“Don’t you wanna stay over for diner?”

“Nah I really need to go, sorry.” Michael says and he walks over to hug me.

“Okay, I can’t thank you enough! Thank you for helping me and having to stand my bullshit.” I say and I pull back.

“See you later. ” Michael says, as he almost walked against the glass door. The blind lil fuck.

I walk back into the living room, just to find Ashton on the couch with my physics book in his (frickin huge) hands. The sight of it immediately makes me wonder what it would feel like to have those long, smooth and skilled fingers inside of me again.

“Just like you would ever understand that. ” I say and I smile, walking towards him to grab my book. As soon as I tried to grab it, Ashton closed it, causing me to almost fall and break my frickin neck.

“You little dipshit.” I say.

Ashton looks up from the book. He takes off his glasses and leans back. He looked so lazy and cute, I almost wanna jump on him and cuddle forever. But then I see his hands and my mood changes.

I sit down, my legs on his lap. He throws the book onto the table and sighs.

“I can help you with physics. ” Ashton says and he stares into my eyes.

“Yeah right, like you are good at physics” I say and I swing my arms around his neck.

“At least Michael wouldn’t have to do it then.” He says coldly, looking down.

“Awh is my little Ashy a bit jelly of his friend Mikey!” I say sounding like a 7 year old, patting his head.

“I’m not jealous y/n.” Ashton says, going into rough mode.

“Uhm Ashton it’s pretty obvious that you are. So typical…” I whisper.

Ashton looks at me, at my lips this time. He then turns just enough to face me, and puts one of his hands on my lower back and the other one on the back of my neck.

His fingers aren’t pressing down softly nor gently as they usually are. This could only mean one thing… rough sex.

A little grin appears on my face, just by the thought of having hot sex with him.

“I’m not jealous.” He repeats. “You know I can handle it.” he suddenly removes his hand from my neck, moving it to my ponytail.

He pulls my hair back, causing me to look at the ceiling. The very first thing I feel after that is Ashton’s tongue, circling around on one specific ‘sweet’ spot on my neck.

Wetting the spot on my neck already made me feel surprised and weak but it all got worse when he slowly put his open mouth on it, making me feel how every little part of his lips made contact with my neck.

A short, yet loud breath left my mouth. It soon enough turned into a soft moan after Ashton slowly closed his mouth with his lips still on my neck, a kiss that soon got followed by another small one. He let go of my ponytail and his hand was placed on my neck again, forcing me to face him.

“Y/n, look at me. I’m fed up with so much bullshit right now and so are you.” He says. Okay, now I’m sure, rough sex it’s gonna be. Why not as well just tease him…?

“Asht-”

“Take off your pants.” He says and pushes my legs off of his lap.

“Why?”

“Because I say so.”Ashton says, making it more and more noticeable that he is dominant.

"I love it when you’re bossy” I whisper. Ashton’s huge hand immediately goes to my ass, spanking it really really hard. No teasing for me today then.

I cry out in pain because of his sudden action.

“That’s what you get for being a bad girl.” He unzips my pants and stands up, pulling me up with him. He looks down at me, breathing heavily. I look up at him, seeing lust in his eyes. The eye contact didn’t last long.

“Oh what am I going to do with you y/n…?” His lips are back on my neck again, sucking the spot underneath my ear. His left hand goes down from my neck to my waist, lightly brushing my boob on its way down.

I expected he was going to harshly pull my pants down, but he didn’t.

“Let’s do a little test.” He says.

“What do you mean?” I say breathing heavily already. He put his teeth on the spot he had been sucking on for 2 minutes and bites down a bit. He then grabs my hands, and intertwines our finger.

He raises our hands, and the slowly but not fully let’s go of them. I lean in and kiss him hard. He abruptly pushes my hands back, causing me to fall onto the couch.

“Ashton what are you doing?!” I say and I give him my confused look.

He pulls down my pants.

“Looking if Michael made you wet.” Ashton says.

Of course I’m wet as fuck but that’s because of him and he knows it.

“But Ashton you ju-”His index finger goes to the wet spot on my underwear and he starts brushing his finger against it, not pushing hard enough to feel it really good.

“Exactly what I thought… He did.” Ashton says, “You little slut. But it’s okay. I already knew that you’re a bad girl.” his hand goes down to my sex again, to tap it with his flat hand.

“How come you’re so jealous Ash?” I look up at him, a dirty grin on his face.

“If I really was, would I do this?” He looks at the door.

For a second I didn’t know what was going on but eveything was all clear the moment Michael walked in. He had a dirty smirk on his face.

“Ashton what the fuck!” I yell and I try to cover myself.

“I usually don’t like sharing what really belongs to me. Just me. But seeing you, walking around my friends, in those damn shorts makes me want to punish you. Hard.” Ashton says and he removes my hands from my private parts, kissing my left shoulder.

“But I’m still your boyfriend, and I know how much you want this. And you are so stressed because of your exams so why not ‘treat’ my baby girl.” He says.

I’m left with nothing to say. How can he… but why would he ever…? HOW COULD HE KNOW?

I hear Michael laugh a bit before he comes walking in my direction. He grabs my arm and pulls me up.

I try to pull my wrists out of his grip, although I wouldn’t mind a ‘Mashton threesome’.

“Michael… I d-” I stutter.

“It’s okay, right Ashton?”

I stutter and look at Ashton, he gives me a little nod.

“Micha-”

“No no no baby. We are gonna do this our way.” Michael glances over to Ashton.

“Call me daddy.” Michael whispers in my ear. He bites me earlobe whilst his hands travel down my back, to my ass and he squeezes it, pulling me closer to him. I moan because it all comes as a surprise.

He crashes his lips onto mine. My eyes were opened for a second time but then I realised that I should go for it. After all, a threesome with Ash and Michael is something I have wanted for a long time now.

I hear Ashton stand up and before I know it, he is standing behind me, kissing my neck again. His hands go to my hips, holding me still so he can grind on me. I can feel his hard member against me.

“Every action has a reaction baby girl.” Ashton whispers, referring to his erection.

I moan into Michael’s mouth, feeling better than ever. Michael takes a step back and looks at my bare chest.

“You were right man, she does have nice boobs.” He says, causing Ashton to let out a giggle (…out of pride I suppose). Michael admires my boobs whilst he lightly brushes his thumb against my nipple. He then adds more pressure.

“Ahh fuck Michael. ” I breathe out. He immediately let go, just like Ashton.

“Listen baby girl.” Michael says

“You gotta be a good girl for us in order to get what you want.” Ashton continues as he pulls me closer to him again.

I nod and look at Michael who is taking off his clothes, biting my lip.

“So again, what are you gonna call us?” Ashton breathes out on my neck, and his hands travel up to my boobs, cupping them with his huge hands.

“D-d…daddy.”

“Good…” Michael says. He kisses me again. He travels down till he reaches my boobs and takes both of them in his hands.

Ashton takes a step back to take off his clothes and caresses my behind. Michael starts sucking my right nipple. He uses his other hand to pinch my left nipple and pull it.

“Ahhh daddy” I breathe out and he starts sucking harder. I see Ashton on the side, wanking himself.

“Come here. Let me do that for you.” I say and I put my fingers on the tip that’s now covered in a shiny layer of precum. The beautiful shade of pink has now become much darker, just like their eyes. The lust and the need to touch has become much bigger.

I brush my thumb against his slit and start to move up and down, spreading the precum over the tip.

“Ah fuck. Just like that.” Ashton moans out.

Meanwhile, I’m also a moaning mess myself, since Michael is taking good care of me. Let’s return the favour.

I put my hand on Michael’s chest and he pulls me closer, kissing me as my hand goes down to his hard member and I start pumping it as well.

He let’s go and stands up straight, throwing his head back. I then find the time go on my knees and look up at the two moaning messes.

I put my lips around Ashton’s tip. I slowly circle my tongue against pumping both Michael and Ashton. I peek at Ashton and he seems to be loving it. I then look at Michael who seems to enjoy the sight of me, giving a blowjob to his best friend a lot.

I look at Ashton again and take in as much as I can. I try hard not to gag but miserably fail because he slowly starts to thrust into me.

I finally pull back, his dick coming out with a ‘pop’ sound. I put it back on my mouth and Ashton puts his hand on my head, keeping me still on the ‘deepest’ point till I can’t take it anymore. I let go, breathing fast, looking for air. I then turn to Michael, who seems to be really impatient by now.

I tease him and then take everything in.

“Yes just like that baby girl. Give daddy all you got.” He moans while Ashton’s hand goes down to my boob. He squeezes it and then gives it a little slap, causing me to cry out at his sudden action.

I pull back and spit on it, making it easier to wank him. I then go back to Ashton’s dick, sucking it again. He moans and I look up at him, innocently blinking my eyes.

“Am I doing well daddy?” I say.

“Yes baby girl but I know you can take more than that.” Ashton’s hands tangle into my hair again, attempting to hold my head still.

He then starts thrusting harder than before, causing me to gag hard.

“Aahhh fuck. Take it all in baby.” He moans. I pull back and go back to Michael again. He also tangles his hands into my hair and starts thrusting in deep in a fast and steady pace. His dick is really thick it makes my jaw hurt. His precum tastes good and warm in my mouth so I keep going.

Michael pulls me up, kissing me hard and biting my lip. He turns me around rough, almost making me fall. I can feel his erection in my lower back. His hands go to my sex and he rubs slow circles.

“Bend over for daddy.” he whispers seductively in my ear.

I do as I’m told and immediately feel a hand slap my ass. Based on what I felt, it must be Ashton’s.

“Ah! Daddy! Why?” I groan.

“A bit of pain will help you suffer when you’re hurt. Like the kind of pain you will feel when you attempt to walk after we’re done with you.” Ashton answers and he spanks me as well.

Michael then pulls me up by my (now messy) pony tail and leads me to the couch. He lies down and I sit on top of him, grinding my dripping pussy on his hard member. Pornographic moans leave my mouth as I feel his tip against my clit every time I go down.

Ashton stands next to me, and my left hand start pumping his dick again.

“Daddy, can I..?” I look down at his dick and back at him.

“Go ahead baby girl.” He says, his face all red from frustrstion. I look down at his dick, admiring its thickness. It’s thicker than Ashton’s, but surely not bigger. Michael spanks me again because it’s taking too long.

“Aahh” I cry out and I throw my head back.

I grab his hard member and pump it a few times as I bite my lip. IAposition it under me. I slowly lower myself, feeling how Michael’s dick slowly fills me, stretching me more than ever.

“Ahh daddy!” I yell out.

I move up and down slowly, getting used to how much he stretches me open.

Ashton doesn’t seem to be satisfied enough by the work my hand does, so he grabs my pony tail again, pulling it to the side so I’m facing his dick. I spit on his dick, pump it a few more times and open my mouth just so he can mouth fuck me again.

“Ahh fuck baby girl. You’re such a good good girl.” Michael moans and he spanks me again. I start riding him harder and faster. My ass and thighs keep making  contact with him as I come down.

“Fuck fuck fuck y/n” Ashton moans. He always moans something like this when he’s really close. I pull out his dick and spit on it once more, pumping it really fast.

Meanwhile, Michael has his hands on my hips, holding me still so he can pound into me really hard. I let go of Ashton and lean in, so I’m on Michael’s chest. He puts his arm around my waist and thrust in slowly yet deep and painfully pleasurable.

“Shitttt y/n. I’m coming. Oh fuck!” He stops thrusting and closes his eyes. I’m almost screaming and so ready to cum when he let’s go of me.

“My turn.” Ashton says.

I can hardly keep up with the sudden changed and I moan in frustration. Ashton pulls me up, standing behind me. Michael sits up and stays on the couch.

“Daddy is gonna take care of you, okay baby?” Ashton whispers into my ear.He rubs his dick against my clit turning me into a moaning mess again. He then finally pushes it in and his hands go to my boobs.

“AH FUCK DADDY.” I yell. I close my eyes and groan. His dick goes in deeper than Michael’s, so I gotta get used to it. One of his hands goes down to my clit, rubbing it hard.

“You see that baby girl? How much you are enjoying this? Look at Michael, getting himself off by the sight of daddy fucking his little girl in her tight little pussy.” Ashton whispers in my ear, whilst pinching my left nipple.

Michael stands up and puts his hand on my cheeks, pulling me to him. His tongue slips in and he kisses me messily.

Ashton grabs my hands and puts them on my back. Michael then sits on the couch and I bend over, sucking him again, without using my hands.

“Ah fuck baby. Yes rigth there.” He says and he pushes my head down. Ashton starts thrusting in deeper and faster and I can feel how tight I am.

“AH y/n! Fuck!” He also stops thrusting and I moan really loud, coming down from almost reaching my climax.

“Daddy won’t allow you to come unless I give you permission” he says, patting and puffing from fucking me so hard.

“NO DADDY, PLEASE!” I yell in frustration, wanting to cum sooo bad.

“No no no,” Ashton says “not now.”

“Disagreement… Seems like something only bad girls do…” Michael says as he stands up.

“Sorry daddy.” I whisper whilst looking down, knowing that I will soon receive some spanks.

Ashton pulls out of me and Michael (gently) pulls my hair up, so I’m standing up straight again.

“You should always look at daddy when he’s talking to you.” He threatens.

“So you wanna be a bad girl? Okay let’s treat you like one then.” Ashton whispers in my ear.

Michael grabs my hand and pulls me to the couch with him. He sits down and lies me down across his lap.

“We are gonna spank you. Ten in total. You’re gonna count baby girl.” Michael says and I secretly enjoy this more than I should.

Ashton’s hand slowly down to my left butt cheek. He caresses before it comes down to give me one good slap.

“One.” I cry out.

“Y/n, since when do we count like that?” Michael says, whilst caressing my right butt cheek.

“Whenever I do this.” He pauses and abruptly spanks me again, causing me to moan “You say ‘That was number one, two, etc. daddy.’ okay?”

“Okay daddy” I say and I nod.

Ashton caresses my butt cheek again and another slap comes down.

“That was number one daddy.” I cry out again.

“Good girl.” He smirks.

Michael’s hand caresses the place where Ashton had just spanked me. The fast change from pleasure to pain drives me crazy.

“I like the feeling of your butt heating up and becoming pink underneath my hands baby girl.” He then spanks me on the same spot and I count.

“That was number two daddy” I say, managing to suppress the urge to moan or yell.

“Looks like this is not good enough?” Ashton says and Michael agrees.

They both caress my butt and theit hands come down at the same time. I cry out in pain but mostly pleasure.

“That was number 4 daddy.” I say, wondering if it counts as one or two. I decide to go for two.

“Seems like this is too much” Ashton says and his hand slowly strokes my behind.

Michael and Ashton both spank me 3 more times each and I’m finally at the count of ten.

Ashton’s hand goes down to my vagina.

“So wet. We gotta do something about that.” He whispers with a smile, as he rubs the skin around my entrance.

“Fuck me hard then, daddy.” I moan and he stands up. Ashton sits down and pulls me onto his lap. Michael moves away and Ashton lies down. He pulls me on top of him, my sensitive clit touching his tip. I face Michael, who sits next to me.

Ashton rubs his member against the skin around my entrance and my clit, teasing me again. I move up, and lower myself onto him. I moan and again feel how I’m stretched.

I lean forward so Michael’s dick is in my mouth. I don’t have to go up and down because Ashton’s slow and painful pace makes me move up and down already.

“Fuck me harder daddy!” I yell as I remove my mouth from Michael’s dick, spit mixed with precum everywhere.

Ashton obeys and he fucks me harder as the edge of his top keeps tickling my g-spot.

I close my eyes and I feel the same tingling feeling down there.

“DADDY IM GONNA CUM”

“Oh no no no, the honour is for Michael.” Ashtons breaths out and Michael comes closer to me.

I smile at him whilst biting my lip. He gives me a weird grin and licks his lips.

“Fuck me daddy.” I whisper again.

He pulls me on his lap and faces me away from him. Ashton goes on his knees infront of me, so he’s on the same height as my boobs.

I squat down, allowing his dick to fill me again. He grabs my hips and starts pounding into me really hard. Ashton burried his head inbetween my boobs and he’s massaging them, pinching my nipples every now and then. It doesn’t take long for me to finally come.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK. DADDY AH!” I fall back, Michael’s head on ny shoulder. He thrust in deeply on more time.

“We aren’t done yet.” Ashton says, pulling me off Michael and placing me on the couch again.

“Okay since you’ve taken the spanks so well, we decided to concentrate on you tight wet pussy now.” Ashton says.

“You used your hands and mouth to get us off y/n. I now think it’s time that we use ours.” Michael winks at me and I flush.

I grin and spread my legs, allowing them to have a good view on my vagina.

Ashton starts kissing my innerthigh, leaving hickeys everywhere whilst Michael places his thumb on my clit, rubbing it to each side, as far as my skin allows it to strech.

He then replaces his thumb with his index finger and middle finger. He stretches it to each side at the same time, blowing cold air on it.

Ashton then pushes one finger into me, making me whimper since I’m really tight. Even his finger is too much to handle.“Fuck baby girl, you are so tight.” Ashton whispers against my heat, the vibrations of his voice making me moan extra loud.

Michael then removes his hand from my clit and spreads my lips, just to make the acces to my clit easier.

He crashes his lips down onto it, sucking and pulling it with his teeth. My moans are uncontrollable and loud. I’m moaning over and over again.

Ashton adds another finger and that’s where I seem yo completely lose it. I scream out in pleasure.

The combination of the sound we produce, Ashton’s long and smooth fingers going in and out of me, Michael’s tongue, the way Ashton’s fingers brush against my G-Spot, the way they look me in the eyes just so I could see we are enjoying this and the heat of the moment are about to come to an end.

“You are about to come, aren’t you?” Ashton says as he looks up at me.

“Tell us y/n.”Michael says, using his hand to spread my pussy, lightly tap my clit, spit on it and then rub it really hard, making it hurt, but also feel really good.

“Ye- DADDY. IM GONNA CUM NOW. AAHHH.” I yell out and my second orgasm hits me hard.

“Now let daddy clean this up for you.” Michael says.

He sticks in two fingers, kind of using them as a spoon. He takes them out and licks them clean.

“You taste so fucking good. Have a taste.” He says and he sticks his tongue out, ready for yet another battle with my tongue.

“Let’s try.” Ashton says and his mouth crashes down onto me, eating out what’s left.

“Your beautiful skin is all pink now. Do you want some lotion babe?” Ashton says.

“Yes, please. Daddy.” I whisper.

Ashton runs up the stairs, leaving me and Michael alone. He stands up and sits next to me. He turns me around so I’m facing him and he kisses me messily again.

Ashton comes back and puts some lotion in his hand and then passes it on to Michael.

My legs are on different sides of Michael’s legs, I’m balancing on my knees now.

I then out of the blue feel something cold on my left buttcheek. I arch my back and moan,    pushing my boobs into Michael’s face.

Ashton rubs my butt and adds more lotion to it, making it all slippery and wet.

“I think this could also use some.” Michael says. He takes my left nipple in his mouth and sucks hard on it. He then bites it softly, leaving his teeth on it as he releases it.

“Daddy that feels so good.” I moan and my hands go to his hair. He then puts some of the lotion on his index finger to rub it on my left nipple. It feels cold and my nipple immediately hardens under his touch.

“Fuck daddy, that’s so cold.” I moan and I let go of his hair.

Ashton then squeezes the bottle of lotion above my chest area, and it squirts all over my boobs.

Ashton spreads the lotion and grabs my boobs, pushing them together.

“This could also use some.” Michael says and his hand is on my sex again, slowly moving it up and down.

He spreads my lips and finally puts lotion on the tip of my clit. Slowly moving it up and down, on just my clit.  Ashton pinches and twists both of my nipples at the same time and it feels so fucking good, I’m not far removed from screaming out loud.

Michael picks up the pace and the lotion is everywhere. His hands move to my butt and Ashton’s hands move down to my entrance.

“I wanna be in here again baby girl. Let’s make you come for the last time tonight.” His dirty talking was already enough to make me moan.

He pulls me onto his lap and pushes in directly. I moan out and Ashton starts thrusting in harder. Oh I will never get sick of this. Never.

As I go down, I leave a mark of lotion on his thighs. I throw my head back as soon as I feel the all so familiar knot in my stomach.

“Come for daddy, baby girl. Clench your walls and milk daddy’s dick.” Ashton says.

“FUCK AH SHIT!” I come and stand up, looking at the two grinning idiots

“That wa-”

“Oh no, this isn’t over yet.” I say and I grin.

“Now it’s time for you guys to cum for the last time tonight.” I sit on my knees again.

I start with Ashton. I slowly pump him and then take all of his dick in again, without teasing. I suck it hard , whilst pumping both Ashton and Michael.

I turn to Michael and do the same to him, using my teeth every now and then.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum baby girl!” Michael moans out.

I tap his dick on my tongue, ready for his load. He comes, shooting his warm, salty snd white liquid into my mouth as I try to swallow everything. My spit and his cum dripping down from my mouth.

“Fuck that is so hot.” Ashton says and he grabs me by my ponytail and starts mouth fucking me roughly.

“Fuck fuckk AH” he yells and that’s the sign that is about to come. He soon enough comes too. I swallow everything and stand up, facing two smirking messes.

“Wow y/n. That was so fucking hot.” Michael says ” we should do this more often.”

“Yah, or you could get your own girlfriend.” Ashton says and his eyes are on me. This only proves that the feeling I had deep down was right. He really is jealous. Michael murmers a sorry and grabs his boxers.

“Thanks for the amazing night guys.” I giggle and I collect all my clothes.

I bend down to grab my shirt and Ashton’s hand spanks me softly.

“Remember that you are mine okay? Mine and mine only?”

“Turns out you were jealous after all huh?” I say and I walk to the stairs.

“I’m going to take a quick shower and then prepare us a meal. Capiche?” I say and I walk up the stairs. They both murmer a yes and walk up the stairs, ready to mark one point from my bucket list.

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Wow idk what happened but I really tried. I hope you enjoyed it and I hope that this will happen to you one day (unless you don’t like 5SOS, then what the hell are you doing here…?)

Well please request because I’m bored and I want to write more. I hope I didn’t scare you. I love you all xoxo Amy♡

anonymous asked:

Can you tell me what happened in the "if you do" era? I mean 2jae-wise? I just heard from a lot of people that they cut back on the skinship or something?

they kinda did? i mean if we’re comparing it to stop stop it and a era then yea they cut back on the skinship a ton but it was still okay in my opinion 

but if you’re asking me this bc of my tag talking about 2jae in if you do era i was referring to these gifs

(notice how they’re laughing but once they look at each other they shut their mouth)

(then here’s jaebum staring at youngjae but it kinda feels like he’s staring with a sense of longing?? idk if i even phrased that right lmao)

yea but that’s just how i saw it idk if anyone else thought of it like that too lmao. this happened at the end of 2015 so this’s what i think of when i think of the thing that happened in if you do era 2jae wise. i hope this is what you were looking for anon!