lie-back-and-enjoy-it

I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.

I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.

I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.

I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 11

Hi loves! So 2 weeks passed and I’m back with another part of my long-ass Evak fanfiction recs series, hooray! I never know what else to write here, so I’ll just shut up for now. All the fics can be found under the cut. Happy reading!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

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Waves of Kathisma Beach

The Ionian island of Lefkada in Greece is technically connected to the mainland by a causeway and bridge and is a secret paradise of beautiful beaches and sleepy villages, where life has changed very little over the years. 

One of the longest beaches you’ll find is Kathisma Beach, which is lapped with water that is pure turquoise and surrounded by a backdrop of mountains. 

All this gives you a real feeling of seclusion, while you take a dip or just lie back and enjoy the sun.

‘American Gods’ Sentence Starters
  • ‘ I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true. ‘
  • ‘ Life is what happens when you’re alive and you might as well lie back and enjoy it. ‘
  • ‘ Once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them. ‘
  • ‘ The really dangerous people believe they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is without question the right thing to do. ‘
  • ‘ I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating. ‘
  • ‘ This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence. ‘
  • ‘ Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on. ‘
  • ‘ You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart. ‘
  • ‘ Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish. ‘
  • ‘ I want to be alive again. Not in this half-life. I want to be really alive. ‘
  • ‘ Goodbyes are overrated. ‘
  • ‘ You’re fucked up, _____. But you’re cool. ‘
  • ‘ Aren’t you going to show it to me? I’ll show you mine. ‘
  •  ‘ Some things may never change. People, however… people stay the same. ‘
  • ‘ I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. ‘
  • ‘ I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are. ‘ 
  • ‘ I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. ‘ 
  • ‘ You’re slow, but you get there in the end. ‘
  • ‘ I’m tired of mysteries. ‘
  • ‘ You shine like a beacon in a dark world. ‘
  • ‘ I think there are several aspects of our marriage we’re going to have to work on. ‘
  • ‘ The outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter. ‘ 
  • ‘ You can always cheat an honest man, but it takes more work. ‘
  • ‘ What makes you think I’m giving you a ride? ‘ 
  • ‘ That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost of the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then. ‘
  • ‘ Mostly you are what they say you are. ‘
  • ‘ You are so full of shit it’s a wonder your eyes don’t turn brown. ‘
  • ‘ You are the nearest thing I have to life. ‘
  • ’ You’re walking on gallows ground, and there’s a rope around your neck. ‘
  • ‘ Something feels weird. ‘
  • ‘ It’s all in your head. Best not to think about it. ‘
  • ‘ Just because you’re small, doesn’t mean you got no power. ‘
  • ‘ If they think you’re a hero, they’re wrong. ‘
  • ‘ I feel like I’m in a world with its own sense of logic. ‘
  • ‘ Whoever-the-fuck you are, there isn’t enough money in the world. ‘
  • ‘ It’s the unwrapping that’s half the fun. ‘
  • ‘ It’s all imaginary anyway. ‘
  • ‘ This is a poor place for Gods. ‘
  • ‘ I love you is a good thing to say if you can mean it. ‘
  • ‘ Changes are coming. ‘
Listen To Me

Summary:  You stay in your room when the Saviors come, only to be surprised that the one Savior you’re trying to avoid comes to see you.  Smutty threesome with Negan and Rick

Category:  Negan X Reader X Rick 

Warnings:  Non-con, SMUT, NSFW,  things that happen in a threesome 

A/N:  This is the first threesome I ever wrote.  I think it might have gotten a little long.  I wanted to write it for Valentine’s Day.  If there’s enough interest I might develop this into a bigger arc.  

Tags: @theonethatgotaway213 @megandrawsspace @marauderice @kellyn1604 @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @unicorn-blood-splatter


               The pages might as well have been blank.  You sat crossed legged on the bed trying your hardest to focus on the book, but your eyes kept darting towards the window. The Saviors were out there.  They came for their pick up early and Rick had rushed down to meet them.

               You glanced at the empty space in the bed next to you.  Rick was lying there only a few minutes ago, taking a much deserved rest.  You hated the amount of stress he was under and tried your best to be the caring, understanding girlfriend he needed.  You sigh, feeling a bit ashamed that you’re not by his side now.  

               Negan scared you too much.  You wanted to stand proud next to your man, but the way the Savior’s leader stared at you made you too uncomfortable. The last time he cracked a joke about taking you home and making you one of his wives.  At least you thought it was a joke.  

               Your eyes move towards the window again and you debate on standing up and taking a peek outside.  The image of the dark haired man with his baseball bat sends a shiver down your spine.  Of course the devil would be gorgeous.  That was the way the world worked now.  

               The door to your room opened and you jumped up, sliding to the edge of the bed.  Rick appeared, with his eyes fixed to the ground.  

               “That was quick.”  You rose and walked towards him. “Was it smooth this time?”

               “No Doll.”  A hand grabs the end of the door and pushes it all the way open. “I’m never quick and things are always rocky around here.”

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I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.

I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.

I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.

I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

—  Neil Gaiman - American gods

anonymous asked:

Any new and good smut fics? <3

I mean… there’s always some new & good smut fics ;) It’s been a while since my last list anyway, so why not do an updated one, right?

Btw. these are all oneshots. Find my entire smut tag here.

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  • sweet creature (but we’re still young) by kittpurrson
    Summary: summer camp!au; Isak meets seventeen-year-old Even Bech Næsheim at Tyrifjorden on his fifteenth birthday. Or: the one where Isak tries to convince the boy next door to put his hands on him. 

  • all he wants to do is party with his pretty baby by highpraises
    Summary: Even and Isak attend Even’s very first movie’s premiere. 

  • This feels like falling in love by ForEvenAndEver (yuraxchan)
    Summary: What if Isak had tried Grindr? Or, how Isak meets Even in the bathroom of a bar after a failed attempt at Grindr.

  • kissing you, loving you by isakhoney
    Summary: Isak and Even and kisses that aren’t just on the mouth. Mostly not on the mouth.

  • let’s go somewhere they might discover us (sometimes it’s better when it’s publicly) by highpraises
    Summary: Even and Isak fuck in a classroom.

  • Taking Care by oldskamish
    Summary: Even takes care of a sick Isak for the first time. Then it’s Isak’s turn to take care of his boyfriend. 

  • Touch It by nofeartina
    Summary: The first kiss makes everything go quiet in his head. It’s easy to be courageous here; surrounded by water, no sounds coming through. Just him and Even. Just this storm in his head, butterflies in his stomach, that immediately quiets when he gets his lips on Even’s. Or, five times that Isak is overwhelmed by Even, and one time it is the other way around.

  • Who Wouldn’t Want It (When He Looks Like That) by CouldBeBlue
    Summary: “They can’t see you, but they could hear you, baby,” Even whispers in his ear, pressing two fingers against Isak’s lips. “You’d like that, yeah? All those students in the courtyard hearing you beg me to fuck you?”

  • gratulerer med dagen by isakhoney
    Summary: Wealthy boy Even’s family is hosting a reception for constitutional day. He meets beautiful and bashful Isak, a waiter in traditional clothing. He takes him to his room, makes him sit on his lap.

  • sweet dreams turns into fucking in the morning by highpraises
    Summary: “Can’t exactly touch you now, can I?” he points out the obvious, but of course Isak already knows that. He’s the one who fucking tied Even up while asleep in the first place.Isak giggles and pecks Even softly on the tip of his nose. “Just lie back and enjoy, Ev. I’m doing all the work this morning.” Or, Even wakes up to a surprise on the morning of his graduation. 

  • these battles are what keeps me satisfied by verlore_poplap
    Summary: The guy against the wall looks at him like he thinks he’s insane or something. Isak gets that a lot– when he’s getting into Even’s space when he’s like this, people generally doubt his self preservation instinct.

bapyess1r  asked:

Sentence: "We're sooo doing this again" Genre: smut/comedy Bias: Jackson ❤ (I like your blog!!!!)

It is summer time, which means, you will be spending 90% of the day indoor in just tank top and shorts. Summer is supposed to be a fun time with friends, whether it is a pool party or a road trip.

Well, that all are possible if your friends are not fake friends. The only people that you can stick with is Jackson, that one guy in your class that does not seem fake at all. Sure, he is popular and nice, but he is nowhere near pretentious. In fact, you are starting to develop some sort of crush towards him, which you did not expect at all.

“Y/N, since both of us hate summer so much, how about a job at that restaurant? You know, the one across the street?” Jackson asks one day, when both of you are hanging out at his backyard.

“A job? Even waking up every morning is tiring me,” you sarcastically laugh at yourself. Your face still glued to your phone, scrolling through your Tumblr dashboard as you sit on the hammock.

“Let’s just give it a shot! You know, get some money,” he makes the gesture for money, slightly looking up, making that stank face of his.

“What the–” you look at him and laugh before pausing to catch your breath and continue speaking.

“Well, yeah. I think that’s good. At least I won’t just spend my time alone in my room contemplating what I’m doing with my life,” you agree.

You turn your attention back to your phone, to resume reading a smut fan fiction that you found somewhere on your dashboard. You just got to the good part when suddenly a shriek is heard.

“What is hap–ah!” You found Jackson right behind you, staring at you in shock.

“Y/N you read that kind of stuffs? I’m disgusted,” he dramatically puts his hand on his chest. You snicker at him and turn your head back

“It’s not even that smutty, sheesh,” you lie back on the hammock, completely enjoying the fan fiction.

“Girl, I thought you were innocent, but wow I’m speechless,” he continue speaking, his tone sounds horrified but in awe at the same time.

“Yeah, whatever. Now let me finish reading this and you can go bac–”

“Y/N~” He calls on your name, in such a playful manner that you cannot help it but to turn your head.

“You’re so dirty. I think you need some cleaning,” he raises his eyebrows as he points the water hose in your direction. You quickly put your phone on the hammock and walking slowly to the table, where you spot a water gun.

“Ha! You too Jackson!” You spray the water onto his face, before he sprays more water to your direction.

“That’s unfair! Come here!” You yell and start chasing him across the backyard, laughing like little kids.

Suddenly, he changes the direction as he runs to the hammock, and knocking down your phone to the ground.

“Jackson! My phone!” You run and fakely weep to your phone, which the screen has already cracked.

We are soooo doing this again! It’s fun, right?” He laughs evilly.

You give him the sharpest glare you can ever do, before snickering at him.

It is your first day working as a waitress, and everything is going well. The customers are not as scary as you thought they are, the trays are not that heavy, and the job is not that boring. With your red uniform hanging on your frame, your hair tied neat into a bun, and a smile plastered on your face, you look exactly like that over friendly waitress who is being friendly just for the tip.

And that is exactly what you are.

The restaurant is not always packed, which is something you are thankful for. And now, it is almost at the end of the shift, which is night time. Your hair is not as neat and your smile is not as genuine as it was before this morning. Your energy is running low, as you sit behind the counter, fanning yourself.

Jackson is still handling a group of customers, in mid twenties, tall, and handsome. He walks back and forth from the kitchen to the table with tray on his hand. As he finishes serving them, he approaches you, sitting tiredly beside you.

“Tired?” You are asking the obvious.

He just glare sharply at you, making you laugh softly at his reaction.

His takes off his black cap, revealing his sweaty brown hair and forehead. He holds the fan on his right hand and use it to fan himself. Maybe it is the hormone, or the atmosphere, but he looks hot at that moment.

You inspect his face, his strong veiny arms, and his sweat from his forehead trickling down at the end of his sharp jaw.

You quickly look away, trying to not think about anything involving him and you, on the bed.

You imagine being under him, completely under his control.

“Call me daddy, Y/N,” as he chokes his hand around your soft neck.

“Y/N!”

He screams your name at your ear. He looks at you with a puzzled look, and alternatively looking at you and the group of attractive customers, sitting parallel from both of you. His lips curl into a smirk, and he raises his eyebrows to you.

“What?!” You question him, punching his right arm. 

He wiggles his eyebrows and chuckles to himself.

“God, Y/N, don’t tell me you are turned on by just looking at them,” he shakes his head in dissatisfaction of your actions. 

You furrowed your eyebrows and hangs your mouth in shock. “What the actual – Jackson, do you really think I’m THAT dirty minded? Look at yourself first,” you point your finger at him, being all sassy.

“Pshh but still, I don’t read smut fan fiction in public, and admits that it is not that smutty,” his lips form a straight line as his eyebrows raised.

‘Shit, he’s right,’ you thought to yourself.

He pumps his fist into the air, seeing you being silent. “Haha, I win!”

OK, now he looks cute, flashing that smile. He looks like a happy puppy.

“Cute,” you unconsciously whisper. Quickly, you bite your lips, mentally curse at yourself.

“I know,” he winks at you, before putting back his cap on and stands up on his feet, jogging to the table.

You are left there, eyes wide, and cheeks flushed.

Now, only you and Jackson left at the restaurant. Both of you guys are assigned to clean up and lock down the premise. Even though this is not even close to your job scope, you can totally see this coming.

“We’re new. That’s normal. Just endure it,” he nonchalantly speaks, sweeping the floor as you arrange the wooden chairs and the tables.

“Man, it’s hot here,” you unbutton your uniform, revealing a black tank top underneath. You hang your sweaty uniform on your shoulders and continue working as if nothing happens.

Jackson on the other hand, stopped sweeping and currently staring right at your chest. He unconsciously licks his lips. He scans your neck, down to your chest, and to the outline of your breasts.

“Yeah, I agree,” he unbuttons his uniform, purposely flexing his arm muscles. He slowly takes off the uniform from his frame and hangs it on one of the chairs.

‘Damn, he’s hot.’

You are staring at his arms. You swear his arms is making you think unholy thoughts. Your mind wanders again, imagining a place where you would rather be with him right now.

“Something’s on your mind, Y/N?” He moves closer to you, eyes showing such concern.

“Wh–I’m fine!” You deny, but he is already right in front of you.

“Your cheeks are flushed, and… your face feels hot. You sure you’re feeling fine?” He asks once again, he puts the back on his hand on top of your forehead, feeling your body temperature.

With him being this close to you, you cannot help your heart that is drumming inside your rib cage. Your breaths become unsteady, and his scent is making you feel dizzy.

“You okay? Sit here, I’ll take some water,” he pulls the chair behind you, motioning for you to sit. You do not know why, but you oblige to whatever he orders you.

You watch as he rushes to the kitchen. You hear sound of glasses clacking with each other before he jogs back to you with a glass of plain water in his hand.

“Here you go, oh sh–”

Unfortunately, his hand slips, and the glass fall just inches away from you. He is muttering sorry and bends down to clean the broken piece of glasses. He carefully picks the glasses with his bare fingers.

“I said I’m fine, Jackson,” you shake your head and bends down to help. You pick the shattered glasses and put it on your palm before standing up again.

“Where’s the newspaper?” You asks, eyes scanning the premise wildly.

“At the racks, near the window,” he says. His eyes never leave your figure, watching your butt move in such a hypnotizing manner as you grab the newspaper and put all the shattered glasses on it. You take the newspaper using both of your hand and bring it over to him.

“Put the glasses here.”

He cleans up the glasses, before taking the newspaper from your hand and throws it in the dustbin.

“Do you think they’ll know?”

“No, if we keep quiet about it,” you say.

The atmosphere goes silent for a few minutes, with both of you quickly finishing up cleaning the place.

When both of you finished, you go to the kitchen to wash your hand. As you rubs the soap all over your hand, Jackson is staring as he leans back at the kitchen counter.

“Y/N, I need to be honest with you,” his tone sounds serious.

“Yeah, what is it?” You put your soapy hands under the running tap water, when suddenly he grabs you by the waist and kisses your nape.

“J-Jackson, what’re you doing?” You quickly turn the tap, stopping the water flow.

“What does it look like huh?” He questions, his big hands roaming to your breast, giving it a hard squeeze, causing you to yelp at the sudden touch.

The only sound that comes out from your mouth is your harsh breaths. You feel something hard poking your butt, as you hear him chuckle to your ear.

“You’re such a tease, Y/N. I know you want this too. I saw the way you look at me,” he nibbles on your ear, biting and licking it. His warm tongue travel to your neck, and down to your shoulders.

“J-Jackson…” You are way too turned on right now, you feel your wetness are dripping down to your thighs.

“Baby girl, your body drives me insane,” his hand travel to your back, before he gives you a hard spank.

You scream, out of pain mixed with pleasure. You do not know if this is dream, or reality. It feels too real to be a dream, but then again, too good to be a reality. You stare at the wall in front of you, completely lost in the new sensation.

“You like that? Such a dirty slut.”

With that, he spanks you once again, through your skinny jeans, making you whimper, begging him for more.

“This jeans is getting in the way, isn’t it?” He harshly unzips your jeans, pulling it down your legs, leaving it dangling at your ankle. Seconds after, you hear he unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans, before you hear the sound of him stroking himself, as he moans your name.

“You would not know how much I think about you, Y/N.” 

His hand is now at the hem of your panties, before he pulls it down until it reaches your thigh.

His hand is massaging your butt cheek before he gives it another slap, making you arch your back, screaming. You love this, you love when he is in control, you love it when he dominates you, you love it when he uses you. It has always been your fantasy, your dirty little fantasy.

His finger slowly wanders to your pussy lips, before he stops just at your sensitive bud, slightly giving it a pinch, resulting in you rolling your hips in pleasure.

“J-Jacks–”

He spanks you once again, as he increases the pressure against your sensitive bud.

“Call me daddy, Y/N. I’m your daddy, and you are my baby girl, my slut. Is that understood?” He growls in your ear. You nod, but that answer does not seem enough to him.

“Answer me, baby girl. Is that understood?”

“Yes, daddy,” you croak out. 

He untied your hair, before his right hand travel down to wrap around your neck, giving it a squeeze. His left hand is still between your legs, as he slowly making small circles around your clit. He runs his fingers down to your entrance, feeling how wet you are.

“My baby girl is doing a good job. You’re a good girl, Y/N. Such a good good girl,” he grunts before inserting two of his fingers inside you, curling and pumping it in and out in such a fast pace. You hold on to the cold metal sink, to support yourself from falling to the floor

“F-fuck…daddy..I’m gonna…” You moan out loudly, before he takes out his fingers from you, leaving you feeling empty.

“Suck.”

You suck on his fingers, swirling your tongue around it, licking it clean. He hisses at the feeling of your tongue, before using his left hand to pet your head.

“Good girl.”

He pulls both of your hand to the back, and moves you to the kitchen counter. He pushes your head down to the cold surface, and both your hands to your back. He holds on your wrists so tightly, before licking your nape and whispers in your ear.

“Now, behave like a good girl, and make daddy cum.”


Things I Write When I’m Bored

It’s done! I purposely end it there, just to leave you in disappointment *evil laugh heard from a distance* (please don’t hate me for this lol)

I hope you like it! Thank you so much for all your love towards the blog! <3 <3

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Stop; Don’t Stop (M) // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by defsouljb

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Summary//Request: It’s your first time with Jaebum - but the pleasure proves too much for you. Jaebum stops but still feels incredibly sexually frustrated - you notice, so you help him out.

This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains smut and first time sex.

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Make You Feel The Afterglow

Requested by anonymous:  Ohhh!! Hanzo x female!reader with her being a Virgin on their wedding night ♡♡♡ nsfw please
Warning: NSFW
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2675


Hanzo presses his lips gently against yours before looking into your eyes. “Welcome home Mrs. Shimada.” The sound of your new name causes you to giggle. You, Hanzo and a few of your closest friends had spent today celebrating your marriage to your new husband. The day had gone wonderfully and everything was how you imagined it, but now it was just the two of you alone. The thought made you slightly nervous since the two of you had never done much more than kissing and so you let out a nervous giggle.

“What is it my love?”

“Oh nothing. I just realized that we’re married now.”

“Yes we are. I realise what you must be thinking and do not worry my love. We do not need to do anything if you do not feel comfortable doing so.”

Hanzo steps closer to you and cups your check with one hand before moving his hand down to your chin so he can tilt it up. You’re both now looking directly into each others eyes. “It’s normal to be nervous.” He closes the short distance between your faces and gives you a gentle kiss. Breaking a part for a moment he asks you if you are sure and you nod your head in agreement. He smiles and you kiss him again, this time with a little more force. Your husband hums in approval while wrapping his arms around your body to pull you against him before picking you up and placing you on the bed, all while maintaining the kiss.

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“I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.” - American Gods

I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen – I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of casual chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.
—  Samantha Black Crow, American Gods by Neil Gaiman
Hell on Heels (Part 10 of Faking It)

And the kinks continue. Enjoy.

Read Faking It, Just Breathe, Sex Hair and Blindfolds, Cold as Ice, Rough Around the Edges, Sticky Sweet, Slow Burn, Adult Film 101, and Date Night.

Warning: SMUTTY SMUT, Impala sex

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: Thanks y’all. This series has seen so much love from you, and I appreciate every word. Still several more parts to come, including some kinks I’ve never written before!

Dean looked like Christmas, his birthday, and National Pie Day had all come at the same time.

Sex outside on the hood of the Impala.

Dean looked at your handwriting, face lighting up, and laughed. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out the last remaining slip and opened it.

Sex on top of Baby.

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First Time

This was the first story I wrote and a great deal of it was actually based on an experience I had.. hope u enjoy!!! 

Richard was and Indian tropical delight just about to turn 18 and attended an all boys school out in the capital of the country Port of Spain. He had long black shoulder length hair a slim toned body not too muscular but had just begun to show signs of maturation. He had strong arms and the softest skin that you’d ever feel on any one. He also had the cutest trail of hair leading from his navel straight into his boxers that hung over his pants which would always show when they played rugby. Richard had transferred to the school about one year now and he had settled in quite nicely. He was more or less quite, very educated and someone with whom you could have an educated conversation with or just hang out and talk crap. Richard had always had suspicions about himself being gay but never succumbed to it. That’s until now. 


“Hey Richard wana com over and help me study today.”Jamil blurted out to him one day in class while they were packing their bags to go home. “No don’t go he’ll try to rape you. Jared jokingly added his piece. “Shut up moron!” laughing “It would really mean a lot to me” Jamil replied. Richard thought about it and gave him a yes as long as he promises to drop him home after. So Richard got into Jamil’s car and they drove off to his house not to far from the school. Jamil was a mixed boy from Port of Spain. He was a bit more built than Richard, he had strong muscular arms and a perfect six pac, a cross between Spanish and Indian, brown curly hair that would fall over his face in the way a male model would look seductive and he also played foot ball for the school. He was a down to earth person and he and Richard had a connection from the day they met. They grew to become great friends. 

After a short drive they pulled up the drive way and parked the car in the garage. “Com on get out” he exclaimed and Richard scrambled his bag and hopped out. They entered the house through the side and upon entering the house he announced that he was home from school. “Mom I’m home” he shouted as he flung the keys to the glass table. “No ones home dear” the maid declared on popping out of the kitchen. They both then headed up to Jamil’s room. Upon entering the room it was a mess their was clothes every where. Richard thought to him self typical boy. “wow and I thought my room was bad” Richard said “hey give me a break I’m a busy person ok so stop being ah bitch and help me clean up.” Jamil replied. They both grabbed every thing from the floor and packed it up in to baskets. At the end of all of that Richard carried himself to the bed and sat down on the edge and tossed his head back on to the bed head. Jamil walked over to the windows and flung the large patio style windows open that overlooked a panoramic view of the sea. 

“It’s hot in here isn’t it” Richard didn’t reply but instead stated that he (Jamil) was lucky to be living in such a location. Yea yea I know he scinically replied as he begun to undress. He first took off his shirt in a slow taunting manner in front of Richard as Richard jokingly responded by saying yea baby take it all off. Coming from an all boy’s school they always made fun of being gay and their sexuality on the whole. After having fun with Richard he threw his shirt aside to reveal his wash board abs that glistened in the light as tiny beads of sweat formed on his body. He was practically hair less except for his arm pits and his region under his navel. 

His smooth coco brown skin smelled sweet of cologne. And clad only in his school pants he walked over to the bed and plunged himself beside Richard. The mood was calm and quiet as the cool sea breeze rushed into the room. “so what are we studying” Richard said breaking the silence Jamil responded by saying “nothing today was tough enough” as he slowly slumped his head closer to Richard in an attempt to get more comfortable. “Take off your shoes put your feet up” Jamil ordered and Richard did as was told. Both sat in silence for a while when Jamil reached over and grabbed Richard’s hand. Richard was expected to pull away but he didn’t. “Why is your hand so soft? I bet you’ve never done a single bit of hard work in your life” Jamil commented. Richard replied “yes I.. “interrupted by Jamil “um jerking your dick does not count as hard work” “you freakin idiot” Richard retaliated as he slugged Jamil in his side. “Hey I’m only human and its called ribs” “sorry it’s probably the ring.” Richard apologized. 


Jamil grabbed back his hand “let’s see, isn’t this your last school’s ring. What’s the writing say?” “I don’t know glory to god or something like that” Richard responded. “No jerk face, it’s Latin and it means in god so shall it be” Jamil showing off. “Take it off let me see it”. Richard slid it off and handed it to him. He tried fitting it into his fingers but the only finger it would fit in was the ring finger. “Well well look at that” he looked at Richard and simply replied “in god so shall it be”. Richard stared at him perplexed and Jamil paused a while before he leaned in forward and gently brush his lips against Richard’s in a slow unsure manner. Jamil’s warm honey brown eyes now held Richard’s deep brown eyes in a trance like gaze. Both looked at each other with lust in their eyes, they inched closer and closer until their foreheads clasped together and they could both feel the others warm breath rush over their face and onto each others chest. As their breathing rate increases and their hearts begin to beat faster and faster their bodies begin to tremble with raw bursting passion. Richard moves his gentle hands over Jamil’s chest and hard nipples and not a word being spoken was broken by Jamil whispering “shh kiss me”. Richard pounced back and surprised to himself exclaimed “wow what just happened here. What the hell got into us”? 

Jamil held him back at the arms as he rolled to the edge ready to get off. Jamil “I don’t know it just happened I didn’t plan this it just felt right”. Richard “yea, but your freakin chick is going to kill me and the other guys .. Wow”. Jamil in reply “yea, but are you going to live your life the way other people want you to live it or are you going to live it the way you want. I know you loved it. Now, I don’t know where this started but I think I’ve been having these feelings for a while now. And I think I’ve found something special and I need someone special to share it with. So let me, let me share this experience with you, let me share my body, my life, my soul with you. And with that Jamil let lose of his grip on Richard and gently took hold of Richard’s hips. He positioned himself behind Richard as Richard sat at the edge of the bed. With his legs on either side of Richard he whispered “ok, well tell me then that it didn’t feel good. Tell me you didn’t like the way I looked at you or the way our lips brushed against each other or the way my heart felt beating out of control with fear and passion when you touched my chest. If you tell me you didn’t like any of these things well then we’ll pretend this never happened”. Richard responding “no I can’t I loved it. But come on you can’t expect me to be ok with it it’s ‘its wrong”. Jamil laughing, lightly embraced Richard as he gently began nibbling on Richard’s ear and said “wrong! wrong who made it wrong. If two people feel this way about each other and are willing to experience each other then what makes it wrong. Tell me if something is so wrong then why does it feel so right so good, so unexplainable. 

Jamil took his hands and led him back onto the bed until they were kneeling facing each other. Jamil pulled Richard closer and spread his legs to either side of Richard’s, their crotches almost touching. Jamil “wana try again” he replied with a boyish mischievous grin on his face. He moved into kiss Richard. He started on the neck with soft short sweet touches of the lips then worked his way up his ears then to his mouth. By this time Richard was overwhelmed and could not have moved from his position of him propping on arms bent slightly. Richard moaned, and started to talk dirty as Jamil had his way with him. Jamil slowly began to unbutton Richard’s shirt and not before long Richard’s shirt was off. Richard became increasingly sexual and started to thrust his pelvic area up and down. Jamil noticing Richard’s increasing anxiousness placed his palm over Richard’s now hard erect cock and started rubbing. Richard then placed his hand over Jamil’s and guided it slowly. Jamil looked down on Richard’s face only to notice his eyes close and his mouth open, his head tossed back and panting for air. Jamil moved his hand and pressed down firmly on him and synchronized his motion with Richard’s. They could feel each others hard pulsating cock through each others school pants and Richard’s hand moved up to Jamil’s butt forcing it down even more firm on him. 

“Ahh ahhhhh(moaning) take me now” Richard demanded. But Jamil was not about done as yet he had his plans on prolonging his game. “Not just yet, lie back and enjoy” Jamil taunted him. Jamil laid him back and sat over his chest. He then took Richard’s school shirt and blind folded him. “Ya like that don’t you? he chanted as he rubbed his crotch all over Richard’s chest. He then took Richard’s hands and guided down his own chest to his crotch.”Take it out it’s yours” he whispered as he let go of Richard”s hands. Richard slowly unbuttoned the first button then zipped down his fly, and then he reached up and pulled down his sweaty boxers. His cock stood out in mid air his foreskin rolled back and the warm ocean breeze caressing it. It pulsated vigorously as blood rushed to it making his head red. His hand ran through his hair in ecstasy as Richard took firm grip of his cock. “Oh yes!” He moaned as he placed his hands behind his head. Richard jerked it slowly savouring the feeling of having a warm hard dick in his hand. “K stop” he stopped Richard and guided his hand behind his head. Jamil ran the tip of his cock straight up Richard’s chest and said to him “you ever suck cock”. Smiling Richard replied “what do you think”. Gently Jamil eased his cock unto Richard’s lips. Richard responded by licking his lips. Jamil eased it in to his mouth and fucked his mouth. Jamil’s foreskin slid back and forth inside Richard’s warm mouth. Richard sucked and wrapped his tong around Jamil’s sweet, salty cock and explored every inch it. 

“K your turn!” Jamil. As he removed the blind fold from over Richard’s eyes. Richard’s jaw dropped when he saw the actual size of Jamil’s cock, it was at least 9 niches. “So you liking it so far? “Jamil calmly inquired. “Yea”(smiling) Richard replied in a tone of relief. Jamil slid down his chest and undid Richard’s pants he opened the front and got off on smelling Richard’s boxer shorts. He caressed his face on his crotch while Richard propping on his elbows watched. He pulled off the boxers and Richard’s prick sprang out slapping him on the face. Jamil took full grip of it and sucked. Richard’s cock was long and had a really big head. Jamil paused to take off the rest of our clothes and then returned to what he started. He kissed it and massaged it with his tong; he lifted the shaft and sucked the sack. Then he raised one leg and began to lick Richard’s already moist asshole. Richard lifted his both legs and gave way to Jamil. Jamil using one finger at first slid it halfway up Richard’s ass. Richard moaned out in pain “ah fuck”. “Shh the maid might hear us. Just try to relax” he whispered as he stroked Richard’s cock in an effort to ease the pain. Jamil now using two fingers slid it all the way up and used his penetrating tong to ease the pain; he worked on Richard’s ass hole until it was ready. Jamil got up and laid down flat on him “you ready for me”. “Yea I wanta feel you in me”. Jamil got up and rubbed in all the pre cum that had already start oozing from his cock. He gently pulled Richard to the edge and spread his legs far apart; he then positioned himself, one foot on the ground and the other on the bed. 

“Umm do you know you have the most perfect sweet little ass that I’ve ever seen” Jamil slowly calmly said with a sweet smile on his face. Richard began laughing “just fuck me” he replied. Jamil slowly brushed his head against Richard’s hole. That triggered some sort of orgasmic experience in Richard as his body started to quiver. Jamil started to penetrate his tight virgin ass slowly. Richard groped the wet sheets and moaned on each thrust. The noticeable expression of pain on Richard’s face turned him on more and he began fucking harder. “Ah, ah, ah” Richard panted. “You ok?” Jamil. “Yea, just.. ahhhh.. fuck me”. Jamil getting the ok gave it his all; he pounded his thick cock up inside of him. He forced it into him violently. Then Richard felt Jamil’s cock swell and become even more hard then he looked up at Jamil, his eyes were closed licking his lips and then he felt a powerful shot of cum flow inside of him. It was Warm and slimy. Jamil pulled out and collapse on top of Richard both drenched in sweat and wet and smelled of sex. 

After some minutes of catching his breath, he got up again and ran his hand down Richard’s chest to his semi hard cock lying in a pool of pre cum on his stomach. Jamil jerked it until it was stiff again. “Still hadn’t had enough?” Richard exhaustedly inquired. Jamil in reply “I could never have enough of you” as he reached down and began sucking cock again. He sucked this time slobbering all over Richard’s cock then he reached into Richard’s asshole and collected some of his cum oozing out. He rubbed that together with his spit and Richard’s pre cum all over Richard’s dick. He then sat over Richard and forced Richard’s massive head and shaft all the way up his ass. Jamil “ahhh, fuck, yesss, ahh” he yelled as he adjusted to having cock up his ass. His eyes shut open and his jaw dropped as he rode Richard’s cock like a mechanical bull. Richard pulled him down on to his body and engulfed him in his arms. His finger nails scratched across Jamil’s back as Jamil whispered in his ear “I love you, I fucking love you ah!. Fuck me deep open that ass ahhh, saahhh make me yours, fuck. Ahhh fuck my cunt, I love you” This made Richard raging hot and sat up with Jamil on his cock. He lifted and dropped Jamil on his dick making sure that every inch of his cock penetrated Jamil’s tight asshole “I…l..l fuck love your cunt, ahhh you like that. Take my cock ohhhh, yes you feel it ahhh I fuckin love you to. The dirty talk continued. They gazed at each other and began passionately kissing and Richard shoot a massive spray of sperm into Jamil that made him scream out in ecstasy “ahh fuck yea I love you!” They both fell back on the bed Richard still inside Jamil, as cum flowed out of Jamil’s ass and ran down their legs. Both lay in loving embrace as they kiss one another to sleep.