lmao hahahahahah

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RFA + Unknown

Jonsa AU: Poldark

(i don’t watch the show but basically i saw the promo photos for season 3 of poldark and gasped really loudly and then proceeded to make this at 1am in the morning. what are priorities?)

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Sehun posted a picture on insta of them celebrating Xiumin’s birthday in Shanghai and See what Xiumin and Kyungsoo are holding …

Daddy [SMUT]

Word Count: 1522

Omg I haven’t posted in ages. I finally finished 7/9 of my exams yay! I’ll be trying to post more regularly from now on so stayed tuned!! The ending of this was so rushed but I believe in your wonderful imaginations to make it on point.

Originally posted by yngimn

Your shitty day started waking up. Thunderclouds rolled across the sky, making it its playground and threatened to pour rain at any given moment. But being dense and stubborn, you refused to bring an umbrella because umbrellas were for the weak. When you reached your workplace, your clothing and hair were soaked and your make-up ran like coloured tears down your shivering face. It did not help that through your white button up blouse, your pink bra, strung with hearts was clearly visible. And that’s when your shitty day became a shitfuckshit shittier day. Well, in a good way.


You arrived at work soaking wet thanks to the rain and your stubbornness.  Sitting down on the swivel chair revealed itself to be a horrible idea as you looked down at the clear butt print. You heard a call for you so you stood up. You looked down at your unpresentable self but decided there was nothing you could do so you shuffled your way over to his office and knocked on the door.

 
“Come in.”


Your hand rested on the knob as you hesitated. It only hit you then that you had never been called into his office. Putting on a brave face, you twisted the door knob and stepped inside. The room was untidy but cozy. Full-length windows reached from the floor all the way to the ceiling, letting the little sunlight of today. Cautiously, you made your way to the CEO with your head bowed and your hands clasped tightly in front of you. You could feel his scouring gaze scan over you, making you break out into a sweat. It seemed like eternity later when he finally spoke.


“Get out and change your clothes.”


His monotone voice resonated with authority even though the pitch hadn’t changed. You barely managed a reply before you scampered out of his office breathing heavily as if you held your breath for the entire time. Regaining your composure, you walked over to your desk, looking for any spare clothes you could have left. But there was none. I returned to his office. Returning to his office, you twisted the door knob and stuck your head in.


“Boss. I don’t have any spare clo-.”


My mouth freaking dropped open. Kim Namjoon, the CEO of this whole fucking company had his head thrown back with moans erupting from his mouth as his hands worked on his dick. You took a deep jagged breath, eyeing his impressive length. But as quickly as the thought popped into your head, you ushered it away. Closing the door with a slam, you stood there dumbfounded at the bizarre scene you had just witnessed. You leaned against the door, your mind processing what you had just seen. The door suddenly opened and an angry man grabbed your wrist and whisked you inside. You spun around and came face to face with Namjoon. His large hands gripped both of your wrists easily and pinned them against the door.


“What the fuck.”


You mouth quickly clamped shut. Rule number 69, never swear at the person that pays you. You looked up at his stormy eyes and held eye contact for what seemed like eternity. You was entranced by his gaze and when he bent to mesh your lips together, you seemed to have been paralysed if not by the intensity of his stare than by the embarrassing flush that was creeping it way up to your cheeks. His kisses were sinful like hell but felt like heaven.  His hands trailed up your body to cup your face, tilting it. His tongue slipped past your lips and danced with yours. You tilted my head up and he pressed his body into your, rubbing the hard erection against your lower stomach. He loosened his grip on your hands and you pulled them away only to run them along his clothed body.


His ironed suit crumpled under your hands when he bit down on your lip suddenly, making you dig your fingernails into his skin. Your hands slid up his body, feeling his defined chest and stopping at the top button of his shirt, pushing the button out and repeating the process until the top of his chest was clearly visible. His mouth trailed down to your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys the whole way down. He kissed your collarbones and his tongue flickered out as if to sooth the skin before he bit down hard. You gasped and buckled against the door; grabbing his sturdy arm to hold you up. Shit, how was he this good?
He smiled down at you gently and you wondered how the transformation happened so quickly.


“Can we continue?” He asked you in an almost husky whisper. He only needed a nod for confirmation before he licked his lips and eyed your pink bra.


“Let’s get this off, shall we?” His hands reached to unbutton your blouse and it seemed like an eternity before he peeled the wet layer of clothes off you. You shivered from the coldness of the air on your damp skin.


“We’ll warm you up soon enough.” He said with a smirk and reached behind you to unclasp your bra.


Tossing it on the ground, his warm hand enclosed around your breast, softly squeezing it. You moaned softly and he smiled in response.


“You like that don’t you? Tell me how much you like this…” He ducked his head down and you felt warm air brushing across your breasts. He started to plant open mouthed kisses on your breast as his other hand came up to fondle your already sensitive nipple. You responded with short gasps for air. His mouth trailed over to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. Warm breath surrounded your upright nipples before his tongue came out and flicked across them.


You let out a frustrated groan and subconsciously, your hands made their way to your pencil skirt and unzipped it, letting it fall to the ground. He eyed the wet patch visible from in between your legs.


“Already this wet? We haven’t even done anything.”


Psh liar.


Your hands rubbed your clit and you whimpered. Namjoon smirked.


“Fine. Get on the table.”


You obeyed and walked over before sitting at the edge and taking off your panties. But Namjoon’s hands stopped you.


“Allow me.”


His hands held the sides of your panties and his lowered his head. The top of his hair brushed against your stomach and you let out a small giggle. He kissed your stomach, right above you panties and as his hands slowly stripped you of your underwear, his lips followed closely, planting soft fluttering kisses down. His lips came dangerously close to your clit and your breath caught in your throat but he ignored it and instead trailed kisses down your thighs. He let go of your panties and it dropped to your ankles. You kicked them off, spreading your legs.


He eyes your glistening core and his hands pumped his cock before positioning it at your entrance. His hard cock felt good between your legs. He held on to your legs and looked down at his disappearing cock as it slowly entered you. Your arms felt weak and at the pace he was thrusting into you teasingly, only going halfway, made you almost insane. Opening your eyes wider you looked at him with pleading eyes and thrusted your hips forward.


“Namjoon ahh, please.”


He smirked down at you. “Call me daddy.”


Your eyes nearly popped out.


“W-What.”


“Do you want it or not?”


“Yes.”


“Yes what?”


“Yes daddy.”


“That’s my girl.”


He thrusted into you and you felt your walls clench from the suddenness. He opened your legs wider and twisted his body a bit so he could hit you at a new angle. You cried out as you felt the tip of his cock scrape past your sweet spot.
“Please Namjoon, faster.”


“Namjoon?” He questioned, slowing down his pace. You groaned in frustration and lied down on your back, squeezing your eyes shut as you pushed down your pride.


“Please daddy, fuck me faster.”


Without a response, he sped up and you clasped your hands over your mouth, trying to muffle the moans erupting. Your walls clenched as he shifted again, this time hitting your sweet spot directly.


“Yes, there… daddy.”


He groaned and sped up even more. He felt your walls clench before white liquid flowed out, decorating his workspace with patterns. He continued to thrust into you and came with a groan. His body visibly trembled and he rode it out. When he pulled out, your body felt empty.


You sat up with a moan and he eyed you warily.


“You won’t tell anyone right?”


“N-No.” You said with a blush forming on your face.


You started to pick up your clothes and put them on, all the while feeling his eyes on you. When your damp clothes were on again, you walked to the door saying “You should clean up boss. Or should I say… daddy?”

You turned around with a smirk and a wink before disappearing down the hallway.

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The problem is that there isn’t enough energy, and there’ll be blackouts this winter.

It’s possible that Sean is just very good at acting and playing along, but I prefer to believe that he genuinely took that long to notice that he was getting trolled.

anonymous asked:

Ive been talking to this fuckboy & he is so confident and then i saw his dick and its not that great ๐Ÿ˜ซ i guess ill just stick to fucking my ex whos dick is perfect, like an actual good looking dick, like that shit is almost pretty af lmao

hahahahahah runnnn

anonymous asked:

Ok but the body pillow ... Victor gets one and after many shenanigans they laugh it off. Then one day Yuuri cuddles up to it in his sleep (totally by accident - it's not super soft or anything what are you talking about?) Victor takes a thousand pictures and Yuuri never lives it down.

LMAO