lick those abs

Baby You`re Mine

A/N: Hey Guys, I gotta blow off some steam with this smut one shot.

Summary: The reader works with Owen, and fantasizes about him every day, but the raptor trainer doesn`t notice her…until someone else does.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT and swearing, unprotected sex (WEAR A CONDOM KIDS)

You practically fainted as Owen lifted his shirt up to wipe at his sweaty forehead….those abs. You had dreamed about licking those abs, sitting on those abs, and pressing against those abs.

His torso disappeared from view as he continued to lift the buckets up to Barry, who stood on the stairs, while you stood by the cage to make sure the girls were occupied with their treats.

“Owen, man, can we please leave to go to the party?” Barry`s French accent broke your daydreaming.

“Dude, you know we gotta get this shit done, or we have to do it tomorrow” Owen sighed, and heaved up another bucket to Barry.

“Owen, please! It`s hot as hell, and the party is probably expecting the island playboy” you tease. It was true, every female worker was waiting for the guy….much to your dismay.

“Fine. Let`s go” he relented, setting aside the bucket, and standing up.

You checked the paddock quickly, and made sure the girls were fed before you got into your jeep.

The big party was the annual staff pool party held every June, and you were hoping to impress with the new red bikini you had purchased, it was strappy, and had ties on the bottoms.

An hour later, and the three of you arrived at the resort pool- workers of every department were laughing, eating, swimming, or laying in the sun, and you were anxious to relax.

Owen immediately went off to talk to Claire, who you thought was a grade A bitch…what the hell did he see in her? She wasn`t his type at all.

“You know, I think Owen likes you more than her” Barry`s smooth voice whispered in your ear.

“Oh really? He has a funny way of showing it” you tapped Barry on the shoulder and went off to find a lounger, your mood soured by the sight of Owen and Claire.

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Pants - the sweatpant edition

Not troublesome for their nature………………just that they are still there

Dating Finn Bálor-

Would include… (smutty and fluffy!)

-Long walks by the sea side
-Him coming home raring to go in the bedroom
-Cuddling with the window open and hearing the Irish Sea
-Licking all those abs… unf!
-Building a whole-fucking-Lego-city in the dining room
-Him running his rough hands all over your body before morning sex
-Buying him Legos for Christmas and smiling to yourself

Opposites

Summary: Dan makes an online dating profile, attracting all sorts of strange people. He nearly gives up altogether before he receives a message from a man that he never would have expected to be a match for him. The man is adorned with pastel colors and a sweet demeanor, and is he really about to go on a date with someone that’s arguably his exact opposite?

Words: 3,655

A/N: am i really posting something after a month? well shit, call me dan howell i guess. it seems we’re on the same uploading schedule jesus christ i apologize

Warnings: swearing, innuendos

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anonymous asked:

Jalapeño, I called Saeyoung at 12am on my tenth day and omg he told me that he actually works out everyday (kinda expected from a secret agent, tbh, but still!!!) omg can you IMAGINE how GLORIOUS his bodeh must look like save me I'm salivating Sorry had to let that out

To use an MM quote ~

I wanna lick those abs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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I can’t… I fucking can’t… Just my fucking God… I’d fucking lick kimchi straight off those abs.. “hE OUT HERE LAUGHING LIKE THIS IS A FUCKING GAME THIS IS NOT A TEAM THIS IS A COMPETITION?!/$/$ I HATE H IM AND I WANT HIM DEaD”

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anonymous asked:

AAAAYYYY GLADIOOOO I know you're not Ignis but you can stuck beers up my ass too ;)

Gladio touch my boobs!!!!

oh Gladio how i’d love to lick those abs of yours

oh my gosh gladio i’d fuck you so hard

Gladio I need you to twerk on my face ASAP

I’ll take you out do dinner Gladio then we can go have a the kinky sex you want

Gladio ill let you touch my tralala if you let me make out with you and rub your beard

gladio i would very much like to play the xylophone on your abs

gladio I have a poem for you roses are red violets are blue guess what, my bed has room for two ^.~

Gladio I wanna take you out for dinner then we go back to my place and do some sparring if you know what I mean (~.^)

Ramuh uesd Judgment Bolt on the fangirls. It’s not very effective. The thirst is too strong.

anonymous asked:

I love how you appreciate Liam and how you appreciate his body except when you talk about his booty. what do you think is Zayn's favorite part of Liam's body?

Who says I don’t also appreciate Liam’s booty? Of course I do. 

As for Zayn’s fave Liam body part–that’s easy.

Abs!!!!

How many times has Zayn licked those abs, I wonder? I’m asking for science. ;))

goldcaught  asked:

dydia + THE LAP DANCE ONE

“Did you just put a twenty down my pants?”

Lydia had clearly had at least one tequila shot too many to even bother trying to understand Derek. “Whoooooooooooo.” Her jubilant cry was almost as terrible as her banshee shriek. “Take it off! Take it off!”

Kira had disappeared somewhere around the corner with Malia, because they had probably been the two feeding Lydia the alcohol. Kitsunes and coyotes apparently metabolized it fast.

Banshees not so much.

He was jolted out of trying to scowl at the two girls from beyond the wall but slender fingers pulling at his shirt. “C'mere,” Lydia slurred, tugging and tugging. “C'meeeeeere. I wanna do a salt lick off those washboard abs.”

“Lydia for the love of God–” Another twenty down his pants, and this time the clever girl managed to get her hand far enough down to shove it into his boxers. “Stop that.”

She fell back against the couch with a wild giggle, fingers hooked into the waistline of his jean so Derek had no choice but brace himself on the couch behind her to keep from crushing her petite frame beneath his weight.

“S'kay. S'kay. I’ll be Red Riding Hood to your Big Bad Wolf.” Her voice took on a ridiculous, nasal pitch. “Why, Grandma! What big teeth you have.”

“Lydia, you are trying my patience.” This was the last time he had a favor for Scott and played fetch with his drunk friends.

“No. No. You have to say,” she reared up and pressed her fingers to mouth, forcing his lips to move in an imitation of speech. Her voice dropped a baritone nearly as ridiculous as her high pitch squeals,“–all the better to eat you with.”

He tried to push himself up, but Lydia’s legs hooked around his hip, locking in place.

“Dance for me, pony-boy.” Her tone was normal, but low and sultry enough to make his stomach jump.

Someone was going down tonight, Derek thought, and he had a sinking feeling it was him.