I wish that the stylization in this game let us see the difference in the characters body types more. Here’s a doodle of da boyz and how I like to see them.

-Our precious noodle boy protag. What’s not to love, he is exactly as noodly as the character model looks.

-Yusuke also noodle boy. So tall, so skinny. The most accurate starving artist physique (emphasis on starving)

-Ryuji precious boy. You’re supposed to be a runner but you are all guns and no legs. What are you doing child

-I am convinced that Goro is kind of huge under the cute face and preppy clothes. He cant be in any of the bath or beach scenes because he is too intimidating without a shirt on. Cyclist legs

Old cattle vets

One of my favourite lecturers at vet school was an old cattle vet. Retired from practice long ago, his demeanour was best described as “jolly but practical” and he had seen many years of students pass before him.

Many years. It used to be he would be teaching bovine obstetrics to a room full of strapping Aussie blokes, each more than capable of lugging a 40kg jersey calf around on their shoulders. Nowadays most of our class were women, and a fair chunk of those were petite international students, barely bigger than the aforementioned 40kg jersey calf themselves.

He knew very well that most of these smaller women were likely to end up in small animal practice, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying to convert them to the joys of cattle medicine.

I remember him very clearly in the bovine obstetrics lectures,pulling a calf is a seriously physical task. Cattle are BIG and they are all muscle. When a cow decides she is going to push a 40kg calf at you the simple fact is that you cannot push against her. That uterus of hers is stronger than your forearms, and she’s prepared to push all day. Fortunately, there are drugs for that.

Our lecturer would merrily tell us some very colourful stories about pulling calves and the sorts of farmers he had encountered, including their unfortunate tendency to try to pull a calf first, using a tractor if need be.

Attaching a calf to a tractor and then driving away from the cow does not, in fact, make it any easier for her to give birth. If it’s stuck, it’s stuck, and no tractor is substitute for a lot of lube and some intra-uterine calf leg Tetris.

So what do you do, he specifically asked the international girls huddled down the front, when you show up at a farm, and the farmer, built like a brick house, and his son, also built like a brick house, have already tried and failed to pull this calf?

You walk up there, and you show them how it’s done.

You have a veterinary a science education and ten litres of lube. You can get the calf out. Use your brain, then give them the ropes to pull and use their muscles. Take control. Tell them what to do. Climb onto a box if you have to. If you’re particularly little, you can get both hands up there. You CAN pull that calf.

Up until that point, I don’t think those students actually expected to be able to really do it. But he expected them to.

And if all else fails, he continued, do a Caesarian. They won’t be judgemental if you didn’t pull a calf if they’re already tried anyway.

And you know, I personally know at least one of those petite little students ended up in cattle practice.

You can do it.

Kiss It Better

Originally posted by gliceria

Bucky x Reader

Inspired by the song Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Warnings: NSFW

You stared at the T.V. screen without seeing much of anything. Your brain ran through your fight with Bucky earlier in the evening, overanalyzing everything you said. Should you have phrased something differently? You didn’t want him to think you didn’t care about him.

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Camping Antics – ArchiexReader! Mini Fic - Part One.

hey guys, so this is going to be an ArchiexReader! mini fanfic, probably with two or three parts! This was a prompt sent in by @sweetvengeancee so hopefully it does it justice haha. Part one is basically setting up the storyline :) If you’d like to be added to the taglist, please hit me up, and also send me some feedback in my ask! :)

Summary: (Y/N) and the others go camping, which leads to Archie and (Y/N) sharing a tent for a night ;)

Warnings: THIS FIC WILL CONTAIN SMUT. There are hints of smut in this part, but please be warned, that the second part will definitely be smutty. Could I say smut any more? Yes, yes I could.


Originally posted by capturingfandoms


The sky was an inky, midnight blue with tiny pin-pricks of bright white. The chill in the air was evident by the visible clouds of our breath that enveloped our faces. We sat around the small campfire that Betty had expertly lit, and the smell of toasted marshmallows wafted through the air.

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No decency II pt.2

Jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff, stepbrother!jungkook

word count: 10k

The next week Jungkook’s attitude made a turn, letting you relax around him until a night escalated and you got to see a side of him you never thought he would reveal to you.

Originally posted by kookieinfirestae

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Ballerina: Cassandra Trenary of The American Ballet Theatre 

NY TIMES: #SpeakingInDance | Princess Praline might sound like the pageant-queen winner at a county fair, but in Alexei Ratmansky’s “Whipped Cream” — which is returning to ABT — she does more than smile and wear a sash. 

“I’m worried I’m not going to get through it,” said Cassandra Trenary of her fleet-footed solo. (The video is not sped up; she’s that lightning fast.) “It’s one of the most challenging things I’ve done,” Cassandra said. 

Next week, Cassandra revisits this sparkling solo, which concludes with 4 whipping fouetté turns. As she told the NY TIMES writer Gia Kourlas : “I’ve done 32 fouettés onstage and it has never felt like those four fouettés. Your feet and your legs are like, what are you doing to me?” Benjamin Wolf made this video for #SpeakingInDance, our weekly series exploring the world of dance

anonymous asked:

Hello. May I request some headcannons with Mer!Hanzo, Mer!Genji, Mer!McCree, with human S/o. It's cool if you don't I just rarely see merfolk AUs in OW. But I hope your day is lovely!

Of course, I’m happy to try most requests I get sent! I’ve never written anything like this before though, so I do hope this is what you were looking for! I hope your day is also lovely, anon :) Enjoy!


You meet every evening on what he calls ‘your rock’

  • On his insistence, of course, you would have been happy with just meeting every week
  • Secretly its the best part of every single day
  • He’s always there before you even when you try to come really early
  • And he won’t tell you how he does it
  • He leans up on the rock on his elbows whilst you sit there, legs crossed

You choose what you do depending on the day of the week

  • Wednesday is picnic day, Hanzo bringing it one week and you the next
  • You love tasting the kind of food he has to offer and he brings something different every week
  • Saturday is swimming day Hanzo’s favourite
  • You come in your swimwear and jump into the waves
  • Sometimes he teaches you how to swim faster and better than you’ve ever swum before
  • Most of the time he just takes advantage of the one day he can really hold you in his arms

Sometimes he feels guilty for not being able to give you the life you had dreamt of since childhood

  • At that point you always remind him that you never thought you’d find something as real as this
  • Tell him that he is the best thing in your life, however he is in your life
  • A feeling that is undoubtedly mutual
  • He tells you that, one day, there’ll be a way for them to be together all the time
  • “I look forward to it.”
  • These conversations usually end in you jumping in the water fully clothed for an incredibly long hug


You met when he saved you from drowning

  • You loved the sea so much you’d swum out too far
  • It was so horribly cliche that you couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you woke to his face bearing down on you
  • When you saw his tail, instead of screaming as he said others did, you just tilted your head with an ‘Oh’
  • Bombarding him with questions he was only too happy to answer
  • Asking him if you can see him again
  • Him agreeing, disregarding the rules and telling you a time to meet the next day

You come back next day, unable to stay away from the intriguing merman

  • And the next
  • And the next
  • It kind of never stops after that
  • At first its just questions and food and jokes
  • And flirting on Genji’s part
  • Then after a long while it becomes more personal
  • Hopes and dreams, insecurities and doubts
  • Genji’s still flirting though

A few months in, he asks you out on a date

  • You joke about the fact it’ll be in the exact same place as all their other meetings
  • Then say a heartfelt and definite yes
  • His eyes light up in a way you haven’t really seen before
  • He brings the food and the music, you obviously bring the candles
  • Afterwards he invites you into the water for the first time
  • He teaches you to dance like the mermaids do
  • Its the best date you’ve ever been on
  • Little do you know, there are so many more to come


He literally just appeared out of the ocean whilst you were sunbathing on a quiet part of the beach

  • “How you doin’, darlin’?”
  • You screamed, I mean a man did just pop out of the sea
  • He laughed while trying to calm you down at the same time
  • Once you had calm down, there was a million questions you wanted to ask
  • He was happy to answer them all but insisted on sneaking an innuendo into every single answer
  • You rolled your eyes every time and tried desperately not too grin like mad

You didn’t make plans to meet again

  • Neither of you wanting to seem too keen
  • Both of you still came back to the exact same place at the same time the next day however, not truly expecting the other to be there
  • “Fancy seein y’here, sweetheart” - accompanied by a knowing smirk that set your heart racing
  • You spend the rest of the day and most of the evening just talking

You meet the everyday the same for the next few weeks

  • You hadn’t agreed, you both just came in hope
  • Each time you would lie closer and closer to the ocean
  • Until the day if one of you moved forward even slightly you would have bumped noses
  • At this point, subtle touches or brushes of hands were introduced by McCree of course
  • They were electric
  • One day, you called him Jesse by accident almost and he just stared at you for a while before kissing you
  • “Been wantin’ to do that for weeks, Y/N”
There Is No Third Option

||| Anon asked: Pls write more bts/exo mafia!! Arrange marriage ones too, angst but then fluffy :) |||

Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff

Word count: 707

Originally posted by drkimkai

“No.” you told him.

“Oh really?” he asked. “How about now.” he said taking his gun out and pointing it at you.

“I would rather die then get married to you.”

“Aish, you’re so stubborn.” he said putting the gun away. “You know it’s already too late. You belonged to me the moment your parents gave you up.”

“My parents don’t own me, so them giving me to you to repay their debts doesn’t count.”

He was losing his patience, so he came up to you and roughly grabbed you by the arm and lifted you up, so you were at his eye level.

“Look. This isn’t game, so you’re going to walk out of this room with the dress on or I will make you regret it for the rest of your life. Which will surely happen, seeing how we are about to get married.”

“Let go of me, Jongdae.” you told him, prying his hand off.

“You’re lucky, you have such a pretty face because I would have smacked you a long time ago.” he went to the door.

“I will be back in half an hour, get ready.” he said closing and locking them.

As soon as he left you started crying. You couldn’t believe your parents did this to you. They were gambling all their life and always had a lot of debts but you didn’t think they would take drastic measures like this. You hated them. You hated him. You had to get out of here. You looked around and saw the window by the ceiling. You pushed everything off the table and got on top of it. You tried opening it but it had bars on the other side.

“Fuck!” you shouted. After trying every possible idea you came up with in order to leave the room you sat down on the bed.

“Calm down.” you thought trying to hold in your tears. “The bathroom!” you got up and ran to it.

You immediately noticed the ventilation shaft. You took the cover off and almost screamed in excitement when you realized that you will be able to fit in. You gathered all your strength and lifted yourself up, you were half way in when somebody grabbed you by the leg.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Jongdae asked dragging you out so quickly you fell into his arms.

“Don’t touch me.” you tried hitting him but his grip was strong. He flung you over his shoulder.

“I thought I told you to get ready not to trash the fucking room. Now it’s too late. I’m tired of waiting.” he told you going out the door.

“I swear if you do anything I’m going to-”

“You’re going to do what? Don’t you realize that there is no easy escape out of this?” he threw you on the sofa downstairs. "Watch her and be cautious, she’s a fighter.“ he signaled his men.

“Where are you going?”

“Why do you suddenly care?” he asked exiting the hall you were in.

You waited for him for hours and were half asleep when he lifted you up again. This time he was more gentle. You opened your eyes and saw him smiling.


“You’re so much cuter when you’re sleeping.”

You averted your eyes, hoping he won’t see you blushing.

“I can walk on my own.” you stated.

“I know you can but I just feel like carrying you.” he smirked.

He took you to yet another room and placed you on the chair.

“Here.” he gave you a bunch of papers. “You either sign them or I kill you. There is no third option. But you should know that I don’t want to do the second one.”

You looked at the papers that were about to decide your life for you. Even though you told him you would rather die before, you actually wanted to live, you wanted to experience so many things in life. You took the pen out of his hand and signed. You sat in silence, looking ahead of you when before long tears began falling.

“Don’t cry.” he said wiping them away with his thumb. “I will take care of you better than your parents ever did.” he smiled.

~ Part 2 ~

A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions, mtl etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

💋 You Make Me Angry (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Angry sex with Gray and you’re still angry afterwards

Warnings: Mild BDSM/Daddy kink/Thigh riding/Eating out/Finger sucking

A/N: Yeah sorry it’s taken me forever to post I’ve been busy with school and work :/ This is shit and I’m sorry. Also no more ships! Too many atm. But this was requested by my girls @scuteedolans @thedolansaintshit

Originally posted by punishmedolans

“Grayson I just don’t understand what the big deal is!” I shouted as I stormed away from Grayson. We were currently having one of our many fights and I wasn’t in the mood for it. Grayson was shirtless and was in some black basketball shorts while I was wearing a tank top and pajama shorts. He was getting ready to go out with Ethan before we got into this argument.

“The big deal is you just stood there and let Kian talk and flirt with you like I wasn’t even there. That’s the problem Y/N!” Grayson snapped as he followed me up the stairs. “You guys have slept together! Remember? There was a time before me!” Grayson snapped at me.

“Yeah I know! We both have a past Grayson!” I groaned, but soon I was jerked back by Grayson. “Wha–” I was cut off my his mouth on mine before I had anytime to justify what was happening.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

“Jump baby.” I did what I was told and my legs wrapped around Grayson’s waist as he carried me to the bedroom not breaking our kiss. My hands cupped the side of his face as he held me up with one arm while the other opened the bedroom door. He broke the kiss as he kissed my collarbone harshly. “Do you wish Kian was here instead of me?” He asked in between kisses. I let out a light moan as he found my sweet spot. Grayson knew just how to make me come undone and that’s what I loved about him, but he also knew exactly how to piss me off.

“Gray–” I was cut off from scolding him to now his tongue was back in my mouth exploring. He stuck his knee up against the wall for support so my legs straddled his thigh. I sucked in a quick breath. Sex with Grayson was always wild and exciting. We always tried new things, but tonight was different. Yes he was jealous and angry, but each touch was more passionate than the last. We’ve had angry sex before but this time it felt different. Maybe it was the jealousy behind the idea of my ex. He leaned in and pressed my shoulders against the wall hard.

“What do you want to do baby girl?” He asked as his hand slipped inside my shirt as he unhooked my bra and cupped my breast. “Show me.” I bit my bottom lip as I looked him up in the eyes. “Show daddy what you want to do.” His voice was low and deep. He sounded very sexy and kinda raspy. I slowly rocked my hips against his thigh as he smirked. His hand found it’s way to the back of my head as he bent down to kiss my neck. Grayson then decided he had felt enough of my awkward rocking as he moved us to the bed. I repositioned myself on his thigh as I deeply grinded against him earning a low moan from the both of us.

Originally posted by painfulblisss

“Fuck daddy.” I moaned as I continued to rock my hips as I felt myself getting wetter. I knew what that did to Grayson as I saw him palming himself through his shorts. The only thing separating my wet self from Grayson’s thigh was my soaked underwear. Grayson pulled his shorts down a little which revealed his hardon as he started to jack himself off. As he pumped himself and I rocked my hips to the motion of his pumping. I could feel myself getting close as I started to slip and slide against his thigh. I let out some shaky moans as Grayson stops pumping himself and looked at me. He grabbed my hips hard so I had to stop rocking.

“You can’t cum yet. You’re still in trouble for flirting with another guy. So I have to punish you.” A smirk crept across his face as he pushed me off of his thigh and back against the bed. I lied down, but then Grayson surprised me. He had grabbed his belt from under the bed and tied my wrists together above my head.

“Gray–” I began to protest, but he cut me off by placing his finger on my lips. He then ran his thumb across my bottom lip with a smirk on his.

“It’s daddy to you baby girl. I’m going to show you how a real man should treat you.” Without warning I felt Grayson push his finger inside of me which made me gasp. My hips leaped up from the bed as I moaned. He started chuckling, but soon his chuckling when to a straight face which looked a bit angry? I tried to pull my wrist down, but it was no use. I then felt him slide another finger inside of me as he bit his bottom lip harshly. I let out a shaky gasp. “Can Kian touch you like this? No he can’t. Who can touch you like this?” He asked but I threw my head back as I let out a soft moan. Grayson’s fingers slowed down. “I asked you a question baby girl.”

“You Grayson. Only you.” Grayson pulled his fingers out from me which made me whimper. I’ve never been like this with him, or with anyone for that matter. This boy just did things to me.

“I asked WHO can touch you like this?” Grayson’s giant hand grasped/cupped my vagina with a firm squeeze. My hips jolted up in the air from the shock action from Grayson.

“You daddy! Only you can touch me like this!” I moaned as my hips slowly landed back on the bed. He smirked as I was a heaving mess.

“Good girl.” He put the two fingers that were inside of me right in front of my face. “Taste yourself baby.” I opened my mouth as his two fingers went inside of my mouth which made me blush hard. I swirled my tongue around the two fingers as he slowly pulled them out leaving a streak of red on his fingers from my lipstick. “How do you taste?” He asked me as he stood up and walked to the closet.

“I taste good daddy. What are you doing?” I asked him confused but he just smiled at me.

“Close your eyes.” He smirked.

Originally posted by daydreamminds

“What? No tell me–” I was cut off by Grayson flipping me over so I was on my stomach. I felt my wrist twist within the leather belt as I felt my ankles being cuffed. I turned my head slightly to see that there was a spreader bar between my legs. “Grayson what are you doing?” I asked with a small chuckle.

“You’re being punished baby girl remember?” I then felt a hot sting right on my ass to where Grayson spanked me. Grayson then grabbed the bar which was wrapped around my ankles and flipped me over again so I was on my back. “Now daddy want’s a taste.” Grayson’s head went in between my thighs as he placed gentle kisses on my inner thighs. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to remember who he even is.” I must admit, jealous and angry Grayson was hella sexy. I wanted him to fuck me and tease me until I forgot how to walk, but at the same time I was annoyed he kept bringing up Kian. It was like he was insecure or something.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

“Who Kian?” I teased and Grayson shot me a look. His eyes were dark and hooded as he gripped my thighs and clawed over my stretch marks. I felt his his hair tickling my thighs as I felt his warm and wide tongue sliding up and down my slit. I could feel him sucking my clit which caused my hips to buck up as he pinned them down. He was eating me out so good. Better than my exes. He was grinding into my thighs and I saw his head bobbing up and down while I heard him moaning and slurping. I could feel myself wanting to come undone right there, but I had to control myself as I let out shaky moans.

“Ah fuck daddy.” I couldn’t close my thighs. I couldn’t tangle my fingers in his hair. This was absolute torture. I felt Grayson smile as he gently nibbled on my lower lips and followed them with kisses. I felt Grayson’s hands slowly tracing my stretch marks as one hand made it’s way up to my breast where my pierced nipples were.

“And who do these belong to?” Grayson’s head popped up as my hips stopped rocking.

“They’re yours daddy. Only yours.” I bit my bottom lip to which Grayson smirked.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson princess.” Grayson then undid the spreader bar to where I could wrap my legs around him as he also undid the belt around my wrists. My hands quickly went to his shoulders as I felt Grayson push himself inside of me. “Fuck you’re so wet Y/N. I’m not going to last long.” He chuckled as he thrusted inside of me. He stretched one leg over his shoulder to hit my Gspot just right.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

“That’s what you get for all that fucking teasing.” I growled as Grayson thrusted deeper into me as his hands tangled in my messy curly hair. His hand moved down my body as he shakily traced all the marks on my body. Stretch marks, scars, birthmarks, and bruises. He traced them gently as his fingers rubbed my clit vigorously. I felt myself getting closer as the knot built up in my stomach as I thrusted into him.

“Ah fuck princess! You know what that does to me.” He screamed as I felt him fill me up with his cum and soon I came undone myself. Grayson pulled out of me as he shoved two fingers inside of me which caused me to shake. He pulled out his two white coated fingers and placed his fingers in front of my mouth like earlier. I sucked the white coating off slowly as he watched intently. “How do I taste?”

“Better than Kian.” I smirked as I remembered why this sex happened. He was jealous.

“Gray are you ready?” Ethan shouted in the living room.

“Yeah hold on!” He shouted as he looked at me. He grabbed my heat with a full grip again which made me jump. “Remember who gets you like this. Remember who makes you cum that hard.” He said as he gave me a kiss full of tongue and lust. “Round 2 when I get home and next time I won’t go so easy on you princess.” He teased as he grabbed a pair of jeans and the belt he used to tie my wrists to wrap around his waist. He blew a kiss as he left me in the room wet, cold, and hella horny.

Daddy A.I

Originally posted by chanelhood

warning: smut smut smut smut smut

word count: 2800+

summary: y/n teases daddy in public and he isn’t too happy about it

requested?: yes, I hope you liked it Anon, I tried to make it as smutty as I could and for the most part I think this would have to be the most smutty smut I’ve written. My requests are open and I respond to all, I usually get smut up a few days after the requests go through ;)

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I bit my lip as I looked at Ashton, jaw clenched and teeth gritted. I knew he was angry, you could see it on his face but I didn’t care, I wanted him to be angry, no I wanted him to be livid. 

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sidlink roadtrip (modern au)

-sidon drives during the day bc link is borderline nocturnal and also is too Jittery to wanna sit in one spot and stare at the road for hours (@ least while the suns out). usually falls asleep 2 minutes after they leave the house and wakes up an hour and a half into the trip. picks the music (usually alternative / chill music w soft guitar and gentle singing that makes sidon sleepy)
-link drives @ night bc sidon is 👏 goddamn 👏 gone 👏 at 10pm exactly no amount of redbull or coffee will keep him coherent enough to drive, especially not on a dark monotonous highway going 70 miles an hour. sometimes wakes up the middle of the night either bc sleepin in a car aint very comfortable or the roads real bumpy and jars him awake or he quote “misses link” (which link always jst smiles and rolls hs eyes at bc why hs bf so fuckin cheesy. this is illegal). doesnt talk as much as usual when he does bc hes sleepy and usually just wants to enjoy links presence. usually they listen to podcasts. its chill. sleepi sidons real cute and link keeps trying to give him smooches bc hes so Fucking Cute (him groggily mumbling “eyes on the road” doesnt help)
-link has to pee every twelve minutes. sidon seemingly never does no matter how much he drinks in the car. truly an enigma
- “are we there yet” “no”
-sidons too careful a driver. will only go 5 miles over the speed limit “as if theres a cop under every single bridge,” link says. sidon ignores him
-link shouldnt be allowed to drive. constantly 15 miles over the speed limit. “as if he has Places To Go,” sidon says. will only sort of slow down if he can see a cop. luckily really only drives at night when there arent very many cars on the highway
-link Always put his feet on the dashboard. “stinky,” sidon says. he would smack him in the face if his legs could reach (they cant hes very small)
- “are we there yet” “no”
- “stop drinking so much water, link im not stopping til we get to the next state over”
- “can we go back and pick up that dead thing” “no”
-every single cheesy roadside attraction is visited. every single gift shop is milled over. every possible “greetings from ___” postcard is purchased. they dont even send people postcards. neither has ever used a postcard in their life.
- “are we there yet” “no”
-is link watching the road or watching his boyfriend sleep. the answer May Surprise You (its his boyfriend)
- “we need to stop so i can stretch my legs” “why” “its what you do when youre tall you wouldnt understand” “im breaking up with you”
- “are we there y–” “does it look like we are there yet

Thranduil’s Talented Tongue - Thranduil x Reader

This Thranduil x Reader fanfic is based on the above imagine by @elven-nicknacks.

And believe me, the king takes his obligations very seriously. So better be prepared for some steamy action with Thranduil’s talented tongue.

I decided to take this one-shot towards a teasing side and include some very light bondage. But admit it, dominant and in control Thrandy is just absolutely irresistible. So I hope you enjoy your time with the King of Smirkwood ;). And I am definitely not sorry for the smut, the queen deserves a loving treatment from her king.

You can also find this one-shot on AO3.

Length: 3.986 words

I do not own Thranduil (unfortunately), nor any of the other characters from Tolkien’s Middle-earth. I do not make any money with this, this is purely for entertainment.

Thranduil’s Talented Tongue

With an exasperated sigh you slammed the door shut behind you, the wood creaking dangerously on its hinges. You were fuming and in a bad temper. „Ah! Those endless meetings!“ you grumbled to yourself, cursing under your breath as you fought to unfasten your cloak. „They drag on forever. Can they not spare the king for one evening?“

You stomped towards the bed and kicked off your slippers seeing with satisfaction as they bounced off the bedpost. „Why do I need to do without him and go to bed alone? They are all just boring officials with boring reports about boring things.“ 

You flung your cloak into the furthermost corner of the room and threw yourself onto the soft bed, enjoying the springy feeling as you bounced up and down softly with the momentum of your body’s motions. A naughty smile dawned on your face as you were reminded of all the other times the bed had bounced and shaken vigorously those countless times when Thranduil had made love to you there. He was such a passionate lover, tireless and ever striving to please you, his queen. You loved his playfulness and the fact that you could instil in him such desire that he would eventually cast away his self-restraint and do all those unspeakable things to you, his kisses burning on your skin, their imprint remaining on your body as a delicious memory. Just thinking about what he did to you sent flashes of heat through your body and you could feel your core begging to be caressed by his hands as they wandered all over your body just to find the spot that longed to be touched the most.

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ashleythemajestic  asked:

Top phil finds bottom dan jacking off and they do the sex? Daddy kink would be great

Warnings: voyeurism, daddy kink, degradation, tickling kinda, edging

~Dan’s lubed ass is clenching around half a dildo when Phil finds him. 

~He’s so busy pumping himself and panting out expletives that he doesn’t notice Phil in the door frame crossing his arms, smirking mischievously.

  ~With Dan so needy like this–face flush, back arched, eyelids half shut, panting– he looks like sex incarnate. He pushes all 8 inches of the sleek black toy into his hole, and gently pulls back, gasping as he brushes his prostate. He focuses in on it, using short, quick thrusts paired with small, abrupt moans as his hips begin to falter.

~Dan hasn’t even touched his cock yet, but it’s more than half hard, pointing upwards and tilted slightly so that his pink, aching head points to the sweaty brown curls that stick to his forehead.

~Phil realizes his own dick is bulging through his skinny jeans. 

~Dan hits his spot again, his mouth gaping open as he groans and grinds into it. His eyes flutter shut. He’s so beautiful like this, wearing nothing but Phil’s sunnydale high t-shirt and the collar Phil got him for his birthday. Phil almost feels guilty interrupting him, but…

~“Naughty, naughty boy.” Dan jumps when he hears him, closing his legs together as a reflex. 

~“Phil… Hi.” Dan says, voice cracking. He smiles, hoping he can brush it off. 

~Phil steps forward, standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at Dan.

~“Open your legs. Show me what you were doing.”

~Dan fights instinct, unfolding his long, pale legs, giving Phil full access. “I was… I was playing with myself, sir.“ 

~Phil chuckles and sits on the bed, still cold and calculating. "Who does this…” Phil takes a firm hold on Dan’s erection, causing the boy to tremble, “…belong to?" 

~"Y-you, Daddy… All yours." 

~Phil smacks his inner thigh and Dan squeaks.

~”…and did Daddy … Ask you to play with yourself?“

~"N-no sir. I just… Needed to stretch m-mself and–”

~“That was not stretching. You were fucking yourself like a whore.” Dan shuddered at Phil’s condescending tone, hips almost bucking up into Phil’s hand at the idea of being called a whore.

~Dan is desperate for any kind of touch, but Phil just holds him still. “I was thinking about you, Daddy,” He licks his chapped lips for a minute, sprawls himself out further, silently demanding touch with his body, then continues, “I was stretching for you, I was thinking about you inside me.” He looks up at phil through his dark lashes, hoping Phil will have mercy and just fuck him already. 

~“Is that so, baby?” Dan whimpers in response, and he hopes its enough. Phil ponders it for a second, then: “hands above you, touching the headboard. Don’t move.”

~Phil takes this as an opportunity to tease Dan further, gently releasing his length and ghosting his fingers across his inner thighs, then all the way up to his abdomen, and back down, then up again, just barely touching, tickling every nerve in Dan’s body with just an echo of a touch underneath his t-shirt. Dan is screaming, but doing his best to stay still and follow orders. Phil begins to pay special attention to Dan’s underarms and nipples, and his needy slut turns beet red trying not to squirm.

~“Good boy. You can move now, but keep your hands on the headboard.”

~Phil finally takes over, right hand grabbing the dildo, still half stuffed in Dan’s puffy pink hole, and thrusting it deep inside him. His left hand lingers around Dan’s hip bones, faintly brushing the skin there. He takes his time, pushing the dildo in and out of Dan slowly, growling into his ear. The huffs and gasps Dan emits are lascivious. When Phil switches the angle of the dildo slightly, Dan cries out.

~“There you are.” Phil bites his lips and hones in on it, and the boy is lost in pleasure. Dan’s cock is sappy with precum and he’s almost there. It’s only when Dan gets into it, when he starts to earnestly buck up and back against the pleasure, that Phil stops.

~Dan chokes as the toy is removed. He shivers slightly, realizing Phil isn’t going to touch him like he wants. His face contorts into a pout.

~“Don’t worry, baby. We’re not near done.” He makes meaningful stern eye contact. “I’ll be right back. Stay still.”

~When Phil returns, he holds two items in his hand. He smiles at Dan.

~“One for me…” Phil tears open the foil packet, unzips his pants, and rolls a condom onto his hard cock. He approaches Dan’s bed again and Dan can almost make out the other item in his hands. “…and one for you.” Phil’s hands are on Dan’s cock again, but this time with something small and round and black, Dan whines–its a cock ring.

~Phil pulls Dan’s shirt up and stares at him expectantly. “Hold it.” He orders, and Dan’s neck cranes upward, stretching to grab it with his teeth, making sure Phil’s nimble fingers graze his wet lips. “Keep it there. I dont want to hear anything from you." 

Why does every sneak around with Stilinski’s sister? ~Naughty November~

Prompt: Stiles’ younger sister, Lydia’s younger friend, sneaking around with Isaac.

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Word Count: 700


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Save Me

Word Count: 1,166
Reader Gender: I used female pronouns, but you can substitute.
Warnings: Cussing, torture, blood, fluff
Love interest: Damon
Note: I got this idea while rewatching Season 1 of TVD

Originally posted by theeskyisthelimit

Originally posted by torturezone

I screamed out as they shoved a knife through my arm, the blade stuck in the wood of the chair. They were ‘questioning’ me on how to get something that Damon had in his possession, and naturally I told them to go fuck themselves. Unfortunately for me, they didn’t like that answer. I didn’t even know these guys, and not being able to place a name with a face was really irritating me. They pulled the knife out before pouring alcohol into the wound.

“WHERE IS IT?!” The woman yelled out.

“Right on the corner of Piss Off and Go Fuck Yourself!” I yelled back.

“I said,” The knife was shoved into my stomach, “Where is it?” The woman questioned again.

“Well, I can tell you this much,” I gasped, “It’s not in there.”

The knife was shoved a little farther up before she asked the same question, and the wound was growing larger and larger by the moment. My head was spinning, probably from the blood loss, and my breathing was ragged. I didn’t know how old the two vampires torturing me were, but they couldn’t have been that old. The lacked the vibe and disposition of a vampire who had experience under their belt.

The blade was now under the middle of my rib cage, and blood was pouring from my mouth. The man smiled, walking up to me and catching some of the blood on his finger. The popped his now bloody finger into his mouth, looking quite pleased with himself. I lifted my head up enough to spit a mouth full of blood in his face. I suppose he didn’t like that, ‘cause next thing I know I have a fist in my face.

“Little bitch.” He spat.

“Only on Sundays.” I winked, earning another fist.

“Why won’t you just tell us!” He yelled, now angry.

“Get back to me when you can punch just a little harder.” I laughed, leaning back onto the chair.

“What was that?” The woman asked, perking her head up.

“Someone’s here.” The man concluded.

“You’re a genius.” I mocked, my head resting behind the chair.

The blood was building up in my mouth, almost making me choke, so I returned my head to the previous position. My chin rested against my chest as the blood poured freely out of my mouth. I heard the door get splintered, and I assumed it to be him. I chuckled for a moment, knowing that the both of them will be dead in less than a minute. I would’ve done it myself if I wasn’t, you know, a human and all.

“Wait, wait, wait-” The woman began.

“You hurt Y/n,” Damon paused, “Big mistake.”

“Damon?” I weakly questioned.

“Y/n, holy crap.” He said in a surprised tone, taking the ties off of my hands and legs, “What did they do to you?”

“What didn’t they do to me.” I questioned jokingly, Damon catching my body.

“Oh my God.” He whispered, seeing my wounds, “I-I can fix this.” His voice broke.

“Damon?” I heard his brother call, “Dam-Jesus Christ.”

“Stefan?” Elena asked, “Stefan what’s wrong?” Stefan took her to the side.

I looked over at Damon, blood on my lips as he slowly set me onto his lap. He bit into his wrist, tears in his eyes. He held his wound over my mouth, his face contorting as he tried not to cry. I brought my mouth up as far as I could, drinking from the punctured vein. After a moment I brought my head back down, unable to keep it up any longer. His hand moved to cup my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I was in a tremendous amount of pain right now, and I don’t know if he was able to get to me in time. I put my hand on his gently, my brows furrowing in pain. I felt myself begin to heal, but I was also still bleeding out. My vision began to blur as I tried to sit up, Damon helping me. I leaned onto his chest slightly as I fully sat up, and he put my arm around his neck. I put a hand over my stomach as another wave of pain set in.

“Damon, we need to get her to the house,” Stefan said firmly, “Now.”

“I know, I know,” Damon’s voice broke, “I’ll, uh, I’ll meet you there.”

“Stefan, is she going to be okay?” I heard Elena ask before I was flashed to the house.

Damon set me down on the floor near the fire, which was great for me because I had begun to feel cold. I turned on my side and curled into a ball, shaking lightly. Damon put a small blanket over me and I held it tightly to myself, hoping that it’d be over quickly. I felt him sit by me and I slowly put my head gently into his lap. He provided a sense of comfort to me, like everything was going to be okay.

–3rd P.O.V.–

Damon sat near the fire with Y/n in his lap, and he gently played with her hair. Y/n had really scared him today, and for a minute there he was sure he had lost you. He was still worried, and even though your breathing had returned to normal, he was still worried that you wouldn’t wake up. There was still that negative spot in his mind that told him that everything wasn’t going to be okay. He refused to let you go, and he refused to lose you.

He heard Stefan and Elena enter the house, but his attention was still on the sleeping figure on his lap. He felt terrible, he blamed himself for letting it happen. He blamed himself for causing it. He didn’t even know, or remember, the two vampires that captured you, but he still felt awful. Stefan and Elena entered the room, but Stefan asked Elena to give the two of the a moment. After she left, Stefan slowly made his way over to his brother.

“She’s gonna be alright.” Stefan said, hands in his pockets.

“No, she’s not,” Damon paused sadly, “Not if she’s around me.”

“Damon, what happened today wasn’t your fault-” Stefan began firmly.

“She almost died today, Stefan, solely because of me.” Damon countered stubbornly.

“Damon, they would’ve just tried to kill someone else instead.” Stefan reasoned.

“Yeah, but I don’t care about someone else, I care about her.” Damon said, looking back at you.

“If she didn’t want to get hurt, or if she didn’t want to die, she would’ve just told them what they wanted to know.” Stefan said.

“I just-” Damon began and Stefan sighed.

“Let me tell you a little secret, I don’t think she cares.” Stefan spoke truthfully, and Damon remained silent, “Just be glad she’s alive, and don’t push her away because I can guarantee that she’s not going anywhere.”

“Thanks.” Damon said after a moment.

“Anytime.” Stefan said before walking away.

Just pretend to be my date // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n has a family dinner where her family always bug her about never bringing a date so she asks Shawn to accompany her.

“Please, please, please, Shawn,” I whine. “I never ask you for anything,”

“I don’t know,” Shawn trails off, his arm brushing mine as he walked me back to my house after we had dinner with some of his friends at the bar in the main street.

“Listen, my family bug me every year about if I’m dating someone and for once I just want to make them happy. Could you please, pretty please, for one night… just pretend to be my date,” I stop him, pulling his arm gently so he turns and faces me. The dark sky creates shadows against his face, the dimly lit street lights illuminating half his face.

“I just don’t want to lie to your family Y/n,” He says, linking my fingers with his.

“I know you don’t but I just want to get them off my case. I don’t know who else I could ask and right now there’s no one else I’d rather fake date then you,” I chuckle, looking up at him shyly.

“Aww Y/n” Shawn coos, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly, lifting me off the ground slightly.

“Shawn- can’t breathe,” I mumble into his chest.

“Sorry,” He chuckles, placing me back down and we continue walking again. “So what would this fake date entail if I did go along with it?”

“Well,” I glance at him from the corner of my eye. “You would just come to family dinner next Sunday, get introduced to my family. Make polite conversation as you do, then we leave and you will never have to see them again!” 

“Doesn’t sound too bad,” Shawn comments, slowing down as we reached my house, the moisture from the grass soaking through the gaps in my heels as I walked across the front lawn to the door.

“It’s not, you’ll be fine. You’re my best friend and my parents love you so you’ll be great,” I tell him while searching though my bag for my keys.

“What are you going to tell your mum and dad?” 

“Just that our friendship turned into a relationship and all that,” 

I jar the key into the lock, twisting it and shoving it open. 

“You want to come in?” I ask, holding the door open.

“You making a snack?” He asks while stepping past.

“I saved you some muffins,” Immediately he walks down the hall to the kitchen.

“Thank you!” a muffled call rings out, followed by plastic rustling.

“No problem,” I shout back, chucking my bag on the sofa and shrugging my jacket off. 

Shawn walks back in, grinning at me and shoving the rest of the small cake in his mouth, crumbs dusting his sweater. 

“Is there a dress code?” he falls back on the couch, legs chucked up onto the arm rest, wiping his shirt clean.

“Something smart, not too dressy though,” I do the same, sitting on the spare space that he left, putting my own legs over his.

“What do you think your parents will think?” He asks quietly, his hands fidgeting.

“What do you mean?” I tilt my head to meet his eyes.

“Just of us, like, together,”he says hesitantly, his eyes never meeting mine.

“Well, they probably saw it coming.” He sends me a confused glance. 

“We were best friends all through high school and then we’re still just as close now- I mean you haven’t had a girlfriend in a good 3 years or so and I haven’t even thought of dating so they probably thought that we had something secretly going on,”

He laughs, “A secret relationship, wow,”

“Hey, are you judging our secret partnership?” I glare at him teasingly.

“Not at all,” His arms move behind him to hold himself up to see me better.

“Good, because, if you were I might need to consider having a time out,”

“From our relationship?” Shawn asks, pretending to be horrified.

“Of course,”

“How dare you!” He scolds, trying to push me off the edge of the couch. His touch tickles, making me shriek in laughter and my arms flail around trying to get a grip before I fall but unfortunately all I get is a handful of Shawn’s T-shirt

I land with a thud on the ground, Shawn falling on top of me. He groans, lifting himself so that from his waist up he was off me. 

“Good one,” I growl, scowling at him.

“You’re fault,” He teases, grinning at me.

“Was not,” I snap back, a smile pulling at my lips.

“Was too,” 

“Was not,”

“Was.Too.” I say each word slowly.

“Would it really be that bad if we dated for real?” Shawn says gently.

“Was to- wait what?”

Originally posted by erinlindscys

anonymous asked:

37, Clexa (would love to see what your mind does with this one)

“You’re leaving.”

Lexa closed her eyes at the soft sound of Clarke’s voice. She kept her back to the door flap, to the midnight storm she knew she would find brewing in blue eyes.


“You don’t have to do this, Lexa.”

A slow stream of breath slithered across Lexa’s lips. She let her head hang. “Yes, I do.”

“You can stay,” Clarke said, and Lexa finally summoned the courage to face her. Her eyes were every bit the tragedy she imagined them to be. A thousand shades of sorrow. “You can choose to stay.”

Lexa looked her over, took in every inch of the woman who had stripped her every defense. The woman who had walked right up to the walls Lexa had spent years constructing around her heart and demanded entry. She took in her gentle hands, soft and deadly like Lexa’s own, curled into fists. Her quivering bottom lip. Her furrowed brow. Her pleading gaze. Her unsteady, shifting feet.

“We cannot hide from the war, Clarke,” Lexa said. “This life…” She glanced around their small hut, a shack Clarke had shakily thrown together. A place hidden by brush and debris, buried in the deep woods. Off the grid. “It is not sustainable.”

“That doesn’t mean we have to rush back before your wound is even healed,” Clarke said. She shook her head. “It doesn’t mean we have to go back at all. We can move forward. Find a place, somewhere south maybe, over the–”

“They are my people, Clarke,” Lexa said, the words hardly more than a whisper. She shrugged a single shoulder, a blip of movement, and cast her gaze to the floor. “My responsibility.”

“They tried to kill you!” Clarke tossed her arms up and then crossed them over her chest. She clenched her jaw and blinked back tears of frustration. “You were practically dead when I found you.”

Lexa could still feel the sting of the wound, the deep slice in her abdomen, patched by Clarke’s hand and slowly healing. She often woke to the feeling of the spear going in, the looping memory of the haunt in her warrior’s eyes as he turned on her. The warm gush of blood over her hand as she ran, lost herself to the woods, her great mother. She could still feel the cold press of Clarke’s hands to her cheeks, hear the trembling in her voice as she beckoned Lexa up from the curling dark. Open your eyes, Lexa. Please, please, open your eyes. Look at me!

“And I am grateful to you, Clarke.”

“I’m not asking you to be grateful,” Clarke growled out. “I’m asking you to be smart!” Her voice cracked. “Be safe.”

The words burned in Lexa’s cells, over every inch. Clarke’s care was a raging fire. Terrifying. Beautiful. Consuming. She took a slow deep breath, took a step toward Clarke. Then another. When they were sharing the same small space, the same warm air, she reached forward and took Clarke’s hand. “I will be cautious, Clarke,” she whispered. “You have my word.”

“I don’t want your word, Lexa.” Clarke inched forward until she could rest her forehead against Lexa’s.

Lexa squeezed Clarke’s fingers. “Then what do you want?”

“I want you alive,” Clarke whispered. “Here.” She slid her hand from Lexa’s palm to her forearm, over her elbow and up over the ripple of muscle in her upper arm. Her fingers traced over the leather strap of Lexa’s armor as it crossed the expanse of Lexa’s chest. She rested her hand over Lexa’s heart. “If you go back, you’ll die.”

Clarke had already seen so much death, had lost so many. The war had been waging for months now, each rogue faction frothing at the mouth for power. Her own people had been slaughtered in waves, leaving only the stragglers behind, scattering what was left of the sky to the wind. Clarke had barely gotten away, disguising herself when she needed to. Killing when she had to. There would be nothing left when the blood finally ran dry. Just a red earth and an empty sound.

Lexa closed her eyes at Clarke’s touch, the slow swipe of her, the warm press. She leaned further in until their noses brushed, their breaths came shallow. “If that is to be my fate,” she said, her lips grazing Clarke’s with a pop of static. She shuddered. “Then so be it.”

“I can’t lose another person I….” Clarke choked around the words, and Lexa closed the gap. She met Clarke in a trembling kiss, a sharp inhale, a wordless confession.

Their hands groped until their fingers tangled and clamped together. Their chests pressed in, bodies melting together, and the friction sparked a frenzy. It burned them to the ground. Lexa stripped Clarke of her shirt, let eager fingertips yank her armor off and away. Clarke’s skin was salt and sweat and salvation between Lexa’s lips. This, this again. Again and again and always.

Her wound stung when they collapsed onto the pallet on the floor, when Clarke crawled atop her, breathless and rocking, but she paid it no mind. The wound was nothing, an itch, an irritation. Pain was the glistening sheen in Clarke’s eyes  as she peaked atop Lexa’s fingers. It was the hollow spot Lexa felt carving itself inside at the thought of leaving, knowing Clarke could not come with her. Many of the clans wanted Wanheda’s head more than they wanted Lexa’s. But so many, she knew, were still true, still loyal. And suffering. She would go back for them, even if it meant her life. It was her duty. Pain was sacrifice, sacrifice despite the ease with which she could shed her past and flee. Sacrifice despite the way the curl of Clarke’s body around her own could shape her into something new, something free.

When they lay loose and limp together, spent, Clarke rested her head on Lexa’s chest and said, “You’re still leaving, aren’t you?”

Lexa let the words hang for one long, heavy moment. She clung to the silence, to the shocks still rippling between her legs. “What do you wish me to say, Clarke?”

Clarke sighed. “The truth.”

Carefully, Lexa rolled to face Clarke. Her wound objected, but she ignored the pain. She held Clarke’s knowing gaze when she said, “The truth will only hurt you.”

Clarke closed her eyes, a tear slipping free and disappearing into her hair. “Lie to me then.”

Lexa looked at her for a long time, silent. Her heart curled in around itself and clenched, ached in a way Lexa recognized. Something lasting. She inched closer and wrapped an arm around a warm waist, rested her cheek on top of Clarke’s so that her lips hovered just at her ear. “Rest now, Clarke,” she whispered. “I will be here when you wake.”


pairing: Ivar x Reader

fandom: vikings

warnings: spanking, choking

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @ivarthebonelessx (I got your back here, don’t you worry)

Warm sunlight tickled your skin. The rays of sunshine were all over your body, bathing it in a golden light that almost made you look like a statue, lying on the ground with the green grass which provided an enjoyable cold contrast.
This was one of your favourite spots, away from everyone. The wind made a nice howling sound as it blew past the hills and through the small valley further down. You could see the sea from up here and often got lost in the movements of the waves for hours.
It was so easy to forget time up here, though not today. Dark thoughts clouded your mind and it was hard to concentrate on all the beauty around you.

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