man i just wanted to show you guys

Hey, guys, Voltron Season 4 is technically ¼ of a season split as ‘a single season’ by execs. The producers and showrunners have no say in this whatsoever. So if it’s underwhelming or the pacing doesn’t sit well, then consider the following:

Season 1: 13 episodes (including pilot)

Season 2: 13

Season 3: 7

Season 4: 6

This is opinion and experience-based, but I also say ¼ because typical cartoon seasons are USUALLY boarded out in around groups of 24-ish. So, traditionally, we’re looking at the middle of the second season. You guys are asking for way too much considering the allotted time.

Not to mention, they have a 78-episode commitment from Netflix, which is subject to change as long as you heathens don’t murder the fandom. So we’re only at 50% of the first commitment from Netflix.

I would also like to add that every minute in animation costs thousands of dollars and there’s only so much room for your relationship preoccupations. Voltron was never created to be your romantic drama or romcom, so respect a show that’s been in development as what it is for years before it dropped onto your lap. This is a children’s adventure show above all else, and I understand your desire for representation. Man, I do, but this goes back to the execs.

Lauren and JDS stated at NYCC they are advocating, but the pressure of millions of dollars and people behind big desks really hinders them. These higher ups are thinking about making money and giving capitalism a handjob, not the greater good, and old dudes in this business are entirely out of touch with fandom. Dreamworks is borderline as bad as DC. I mean, have you seen Voltron’s official merch?

I just want you guys to keep all of this in mind when you’re attacking Lauren and JDS and the other writers or funneling your anger at “bad writing.” You’re not being forgotten by the heart of the show. This is just the real red tape people in this industry fight, and I’ll be frank, not everyone can pull off a Rebecca Sugar.

Dreamworks is in no way shape or form Cartoon Network, and while we do have Netflix carrying the show? It’s not that simple because animation is such a different ballgame.

I want you guys to respect these people. I don’t believe anyone is above critique, but if you genuinely do not like where the show is going, then find something that makes you happy. Stop wasting your rage on something so many of you can’t seem to find a positive in because it’s not validating relationships never promised to or baited to you in the first place.

The Best Perfume Insults

I love people’s writing about perfume, because it’s forced to be so creative.  Scent is hard to talk about, so people have to resort to stories and metaphors, all of them intensely personal to the writer.

And when they don’t like a perfume, that creativity gives forth some of the best insults.  I have here curated my favorites from Perfumes: The Guide by Luca Turin and Tania Sanchez.  The list is long, but trust me, they’re all worth reading.

A disclaimer: The same thing that makes perfume reviews fun to read also makes them super subjective.  I have never found less of a consensus on anything than on perfume.  In other words, if you find your favorite perfume on this list, please don’t take it personally (and don’t blame me- I haven’t smelled most of these myself!)

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Where was this when I needed to explain this to nonshippers


Edit: I wasn’t planning on commenting on this but I’ve gotten some shit for it. 

FIrst of all, this is a stupid anime. Trust me. I watched it all. But, if you’re into dirty, immature sexual humor (gay, straight, bi, anything) this shit is it. It’s stupid, but it helped me de-stress, and it had a cool premise.

Anywho, you guys have unlocked my backstory now: This scene showed up and it reminded me of a conversation I had with my brother who didn’t understand how I could be attracted to a male character (Tony Stark) but at the same time ship him with another man (Steve Rogers), i.e. think of him as gay, and I told him that you could still find a guy attractive no matter his sexuality. He just didn’t get it. I wanted to point out that bisexuality (or pansexuality) could be a possibility, but my brother is heavily against anything besides straight or gay (he sees the world in black and white, which sucks for me cuz I’m bisexual, still a bit closeted), so I just held it back. When I saw this, it reminded me of our conversation, and I laughed. I wanted to share it with him, but I’m afraid of accidentally coming out, (I try to avoid conversations with him that deal with LGBTQ+ issues unless it’s something that really riles me up). So, I put it up here. Sadly, it has the use of the H-word, i’m not even sure if that’s the actual interpretation of what they said in Japanese, and it exaggerates shipping, too. Like, I ship something because they’re cute together (from Tony and Steve to Harley and Ivy to Kamala and Miles). But this exaggeration is what I found funny! I’ve gotten mixed reactions to it, but I still think it’s funny especially cuz a lot of shippers have probably had a form of this convo with nonshippers. 

I’ve also gotten asked what the name of this anime is and it’s this….*takes deep breath*

English: My Mental Choices are Completely Interfering with my School Romantic Comedy

Japanese (romaji): Ore no Nōnai Sentakushi ga, Gakuen Rabukome o Zenryoku de Jama Shiteiru

Short version: Noucome

So, there you have it. Gosh, I hate doing explanations…I ramble a lot and I had to delete a lot of stuff and even then it’s still long! Oh, well. How do I end this?….ummm Have a nice day! |-/

l o v e - tom holland

summary: tom and y/n are so in love. from the way he looks at her to being the only one he truly adores. love was made for them. this is the ups and downs of being in love with tom holland.

notes: gif not mine based off the song by nat king cole. this was supposed to be something cute and small i wrote in an evening but here we are a week later with the longest fic i’ve ever written. please leave me your thoughts, i worked really hard on this!!

word count: 3542

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Harry flirting with that man

He just finished up a song at the beginning and so he started talking to the balcony people asking them if they had nice views and stuff and then all of a sudden he goes “Hello sir that is a lovely jumper you’ve got on tonight! It looks really good on you!” And then asked him questions like who he was with and if he was having a good time and enjoying the show but the guy was too far away so Harry was like “you’re too far I can’t hear you so I’m gonna stop bothering you now. I just wanted to compliment your jumper” and moved along but legit everyone fucking screamed the whole time

The Habit of Planning

Prompt: During a busy day at Central Park, Lin mistakes Y/N as a paparazzi and he is not happy.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,759 (brace yourselves)

A/N: I’ve been writing for this for so long, I’m glad it’s out of my head. I wrote the basis of the fic under the tags for ‘Monochrome’, and a couple of you guys happened to read it and told me I should write it! So thank you to all of you! I hope you guys enjoy!

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fluffy-cali  asked:

V from mysme in One punch man ? I don't have any pose, so do what you want ^^

Idk if this was what you had in mind and I’ve never seen the show either but here you go~ Thanks for the request! o/

Tmw Cheritz postpones your route - 

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Four- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Three

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,083
Warnings: Sexual Content.  Language.


Originally posted by frozen-delight

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I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel


The twisted knot in your stomach let you know that this was a bad idea.  You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but knew that you would sure as hell be paying the price for being stubborn.   All the confidence you had in the motel was gone as you stared at the bar from the car window.  Dean had already exited and was heading inside, but turned around when he noticed a lack of your presence.  You jumped when he knocked on the window and you whipped your head up to glare at him.

“What?” You snapped.  Your voice muffled by the window.  Dean looked at you softly as he reached for the door handle.   You frowned when he did but made no effort to stop him.  When he had it opened, he reached out his hand for you to take.  Swallowing all your doubts, you took his hand into yours and allowed him to lead you into the bar.  

You yanked on your skirt as all the eyes in the bar seemed to be on you.

Making sure to press yourself closer to Dean when you walked past a group of leering men.  You didn’t notice the murderous look Dean was sending their way when they catcalled you.  Your nose wrinkled but you chose to ignore them.  Dean on the other hand was now turning about face and you had to reach out to snatch his jacket sleeve.  

“Dean.  They’re not worth your time.” You hissed as you pulled his arm.

Dean shot the men another death glare before he let you lead him over to the bar.  The old man bartender grunted when he saw the pair of you and grabbed two beers without waiting for you to order.  You smiled and thanked him before he turned away from you.  Yanking your skirt down, you climbed into the barstool.

Dean was eyeing you before he sat down. He had to swallow a moan when your skirt rode up to reveal your garter belt.  Flashes of pure perversion ran through his mind as he imagined your legs over his shoulder as he pounded into you. You turned to look at him when you felt his eyes on you.  Turning on your best smile, you reached over and grabbed his hand from the bar.

“Dean, we should play some pool.” You offered as you gave his hand a squeeze.  

He nodded as he took a swig of his beer.  His eyes never left your thighs and you smiled in triumph.

This was working.  You weren’t sure if you would be able to go much further with your charade.  On the inside, you were quaking with nerves. You had been on a high the last few days and couldn’t explain your own feelings.  It was like you wanted Dean to give you this kind of attention. When it had first occurred to you that he was attracted to you, it had come as a complete shock. Dean had never even once flirted with you and now you were in the world’s smallest skirt begging him to flirt.  The head rush from having Dean’s attention was almost too much.

Chugging your beer for confidence, you snagged Dean by the arm and pulled him towards the pool tables.  Dean followed you eagerly as his eyes glued to the sway in your hips.

You frowned when you noticed that all the pool tables were taken.  You knew Dean would be headed back to Kansas soon and you wanted to have some fun before he left.  Though you weren’t sure about that kind of fun.

“Damn. I really wanted to get in a couple of games.  I feel like we’ve gotten away from just having fun together as friends. Too much of this silly flirting nonsense.” You sighed.

Dean eyes darted to yours with the sound of disappointment in your voice. Your lower lip was pooched out and your arms crossed. You looked like a pouting toddler.

“God damn it, Y/N. Do you always have to be so damn cute?” He said with a chuckle.

You cocked your head so you could look at him. That smirk he had been carrying for days was back.  You also noticed the word cute kept coming up with him. Everything you seemed to do was cute to him.

You had always hated that word.  You were a grown ass woman. Women weren’t cute.  They were sexy.  As you watched a couple leave a pool table, an evil idea stuck you right to the core.  With the quick click clacking of your boots, you scurried over to the table in order to lay claim to it. Dean smiled as you seemed to dance with excitement as you grabbed the triangle to wrack up the ball.   He grabbed a pool cue as you finished up.  

“So… I thought we’d make this interesting. If you’re up for a bet that is.” You quipped as you grabbed your own pool cue. Dean’s eyebrows shot up as your words peeked his interest.

“What are the terms?” He asked as he sized you up. He had played a few games with you before and he knew he was in for a challenge.

“ Simple. If I win then you stay a few more days and we hang out as friends.  If you win then you get to take my virginity.” You said nonchalantly.

Dean had taken a drink if his beer as you spoke. The beer spewed from his mouth as he began to choke.  

“What don’t like the terms of the bet?” You cooed with a smirk.

Dean cleared his throat before he shook his head no.

“No.  Hell no. I fucking love the terms…  It’s just are you sure about that?”

“Well Dean remember when you said you were the only one that should have that privilege?  Well I agree…”. You mumbled as your cheeks tinted pink.

Dean shifted on his feet to keep from launching himself towards you.  Holy shit!  He just wanted to shove that little skirt up and bury himself inside your tight pussy. He shuddered at the thoughts of being able to take you to a place no other man had ever and would ever take you.  The fuck if he was ever letting you go after that.

In the meantime,  you were looking like the cat who ate the canary.  You had hoped that Dean would like the terms of the bet. Though, you had only played a few times before, it was enough to know that you were a better player. Your dad had you hustling pool since you were four and many a hunter had fallen victim to you. 

When you won, Dean would have to stay and all this silly flirting would come to an end.  You weren’t going to lose your friend to some silly flirting war, but first you were going to show him just how sexy you could be.  It was only fair since he had humiliated you in this same bar.  You clicked your tongue as you sized up the different angles and any possible combo shots you might have to take.

You smiled when you lined up the perfect shot and bent over the table to take it. An unexpected breeze made your eyes widen. You turned your head slightly and squeaked quietly when you found that the pool cue had caught in your skirt.  

You were both glad and mortified that Dean was standing behind you.  Knowing that he was getting a free show made you cringe, but also inwardly grin as it would help further your cause.  Your body flushed pink when Dean let out the most sexual groan.

Dean nearly lost it when your skirt lifted all the was up to reveal those pretty satin panties of yours. The little squeal from you had let him know that you hadn’t done it on purpose, but he couldn’t help but stare your plump rear. Though being a gentlemen, he quickly made his way over to help you with your skirt.  

His hand reached out to tug the fabric free but not before smoothing up your thigh.  You let out another squeak and shivered as his had stop right under the swell of your rear.  Sighing in relief when his hands finally left your skin, as the fabric from your skirt tickled your thighs once again.

“Uhh… Heh.  Thanks.”  You said with a nervous giggle.  You wanted to seem sexy, but all you were doing right now was making yourself look like the dork you were.  Dean smiled broadly at you before backing away to allow you to take the first shot. 

You were surprised when Dean gently grabbed the pool cue from your hand and you turned to look at him.  You couldn’t help but notice that Dean wasn’t looking at you but rather to the side of you.  Your eyes followed his gaze and your heart rate sped up when you found that group of men from earlier.  They were leering your way and you could actually feel Dean tense up.  

Then, before you could say a word, Dean had stormed off towards them with pool cue in hand.  You called after him but he ignored your pleas for him to come back.

“What the fuck did you just say?”  He barked to one of the men.  The man sat at a nearby table with five other guys who looked like they had walked straight out of the movie Deliverance.

“I said why did you stop the show?  It’s obvious your little whore wants us to watch.”   He said with a sneer.  

His words rattled their way through you.   The anger that flooded through your veins was poison to the mood between you and Dean.  
By that time, Dean had shot the man a warning to such is ‘fucking pie hole’ or he would be swallowing his teeth.  You stomped over to the group with a look that would scare the pants off of Lucifer himself.  Dean gripped the cue even tighter when the man eye fucked you through your clothes.  

“What the fuck did you just say about me?”  You hissed.  
Dean had turned to look at you in surprise, but smiled when he realized just who the hell you were.  

“I said, You’re a little whore that wants us to watch.”  He sneered in response.  Dean had enough at this point and let out a dangerous chuckle.

“You might want to take that back before I shove this pool cue up your ass.” He said with a dark smirk.   You watched as the group of men shifted under the sudden tension in the air.   A tension that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the bartender.  He had reached under the bar and brought out a shotgun.  

“That’s enough of that shit, Wilson.  I think it’s time you and your boys to pack it up for the night.”  The old man bartender warned.  
The man he called Wilson threw up his hands before speaking.


“Alright.  Alright.  Just having a little fun.  We’ll be going.  Come on boys.”  He said before motioning for the men to follow.  They all bounced up like train monkeys as they slid by you with smirks.  Dean pulled you closer as they passed and you leaned into him.  As Wilson moved passed, he grabbed your arm before either you or Dean could react.

“We’ll be seeing you around, sweetcheeks”  He said said with a wink.  Your nose wrinkled in disgusted as you tried to yank away from him.

“Let her go.” Dean grounded out.  The warning that sounded from him was raw and wild.  It made your whole body tense as the man’s grip on your arm tighten.

“If you don’t let her the fuck go right now. I promise the only way you’re getting out of here is in a body bag.”  He said as his own went to grab Wilson’s wrist.  Wilson’s eyes widen in surprise when Dean’s grip sent a resounding pain through his arm.  

Letting you go quickly, Wilson turned to scurry away only to find that he was still trapped there.  Dean’s vise grip on the man’s arm tighten before he breathed him a finally warning.

“Touch my girl again and I’ll rip every appendage you have off your body and make you eat it.”  He growled to the man.  Wilson visibly flinched under the threat while you flinched for another reason.

Did Dean Winchester just call you his girl?!  


AN:   :D  Hope you enjoyed the update.  Please let me know what you think and I’ll be back Friday with a new chapter.  I’m really hoping Dean isn’t out of character in this story.  :(  Just a bit of an insecurity.  

You can read all my work at my MASTERLIST.

Much Love,
Kristina

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I'm sorry but the 'Always Dance' scene from A Very Potter Senior Year is the biggest Masterpiece to ever grace this earth

From
“Sometimes you accidentally kill your family”

To
“Hey, listen, you know who accidentally killed his sister while he was in a fight with his boyfriend, this guy”

To
“YAY I’M MAGIC!!!I’M GAY!!!” “Me tooooooooo”

To
“Wait Tom, your sorting is not done yet, the Scarf of Sexual Preference” “Ohh, interesting, I could see you going a number of ways”

To
“Hello there! My name is Lucius but you can call me Lui, When I grow up I want to be a Rockette”

To
“We’ll see how much of a man you are, care for a friendly dance off?”

To, the actual dance off

To
“When the world sucks, just dance and the world always sucks, so always dance”

Like I’ve never seen a better scene in any musical, play, book, movie, tv show, it’s the finest piece of art to ever exist and you can fight me on it, Checkmate guys

How to spot a POT when you’re out

While I was sugaring I spent most of my time freestyling. After a couple of months I became a pro freestyler to the point that I started getting regular dudes to by me things.

So to help out any ladies who are moving over to the freestyle world I would like to give you some of the ways i would spot POTs while out. I’ll even talk about how I get vanilla men to buy me what I want.

Do remember that this isn’t a 100% successful all the time. You will make mistakes and you will find some bad POT even with this list but don’t let it discourage you.

Let’s start with something simple…

Where are you seeing him

If you see a man while you’re at a Gala, fundraiser, nice restaurant, or a private event he’s probably a sure thing. But if you see him at burger king, the local mall, or at a public event either walk away or enter with caution.

I met my last couple of SDs at some private events I got invited to. They turned out to be the sponsors of the event so I knew they were the kind of men to give money and give they did. My next sign is…

His business card

Not only is this giving you the info you need to screen him but the quality of it tells you the quality of the business.

I’ve done graphic designing before and let me tell you it’s not cheap to print a nice business card. If it’s thick, with raised letters, info on the back, and has gold on it than it cost a good amount of money.


Another thing to look for is his job title because not all are the same and all of them don’t have to be CEO titles. I personally like Founders and Co-founder but I’ve had a couple very giving Executive directors too so you never know.

Let’s move on to some basic signs…

How is he dressed?

I know this is broad so I’ll break it down.

Does his suit fit?

Men who have high paying jobs always have to look their best which means 9 times out of 10 they re wearing a suit. But because many men are trying to fake it till they make it, you have to make sure the suit fits literally.

If his suit is slipping off the shoulder, to long in the arms, a little big on him or worse wrinkled then pass. You want to spot a tailored man; trust me even if it’s off the rack a wealthy man will get it tailored.

Just look at this SwagUp

Is the material good quality?

We’re all women who love buying high quality outfits, so I know you all know what good material feels and looks like. I’ve found myself shopping for SDs just to know what certain suits and clothing felt and looked like.

Good quality suits are based on thread counts kind of like bed sheets. The higher the count the softer and more silk like it feels which means the more it costed. My favorite high end shop for men is Brooks Brothers hands down but if you want to see some great examples of high quality mens clothes go to blacklapel.com

Does he have nice shoes

This a pretty obvious one especially if you know what real leather looks like. But seeing that a lot of millionaires now are tech heads, and weed growers I urge you all to know what the latest sneaker wear is excluding Jordans. Any man can own some Jordans but not all men can buy one of Gary V’s new Kswiss shoe line before it’s on the market.

This also goes for clothes too. Be sure to know what a good quality shirt and jeans looks like for wealthy men. I’ve seen many tech CEOs go to private events with jeans and blazer that cost just as much as a tailored suit.

Is his watch expensive?

We all know most guys are rocking a Rolex but that’s not the only watch that’s expensive. Many men I dealt with wore mainly Cartier, Bvlgari, Hublot, and Patek Philippe watches (as well as other accesories). These brands come in different styles but they all cost a lot of money some are in the millions.

As I mentioned with the clothes styles there are changes in style due to the type of men who are making millions now. So don’t get turned of by rubber bands and smart watches because they can cost just as much. Look up the Tag Heuer watches they are a high quality smart watch and you can tell them apart from others.

Does he have simple but expensive frames?

Not many women think about frames but as a person who love buying new sunglasses every summer I’ve started to learn my frame brands. When I go to these presentations and notice a man with fancy glasses I always make it a point to tell him I like his (insert brand) glasses. This has always equalled me getting a business card.

So for those who don’t know, look for frames by Catier, Lindberg, Karen Walker, and Tom Ford. Of course there are many designer options for glasses you can easily recognize but if you know the ones that no one else picks up on it can be a great ice breaker.

How he grooms himself

A wealthy man isn’t necessarily a healthy man but he’s always we’ll groomed. They upkeep themselves at all times and keep all their grooming appointments. Of course there are men who aren’t always clean cut but they’re still groomed.

Their hair is always styled, yes even in if they’re in dreadlocks, their nails are usually cut and filed, his bread line will be lined up, and his skin will more than likely be soft. Some men have softer hair than I do sometimes because their products are way better.

Originally posted by gurl

My old SD would by bulks of moisturizing soaps, and lotion to keep his skin from drying out. His hands were so soft that it put my hands to shame. Of course you can’t see that from across the room but whenever a man introduces himself he will shake your hand and you will get to feel. Please exclude having soft hands if you find out his job is more outdoors but even they can have soft hands too.

How he approaches you

How a man approaches you can show you where you have an advantage or disadvantage.

Slow = Time saver , Fast = Time Waster

Now from what I’ve observed whenever a man is really quick to come over and give me his number he’s usually also very quick to do everything else. Men like that usually don’t want long term arrangements so I don’t really waste my time with them.

Now a man that comes to you, ask you questions, and arranges a meet up while giving you his number is more likely to be a SD. Intentions are always shown in snippets starting from the day he meets you to the third date which is my arrangement time limit so watch for signs like this speed example.

I had one guy walk pass me like this and I melted in my seat

Originally posted by exist-in-mind

Talks about himself = Be a listener

Ask lots of questions = Be mysterious

If you meet a man and he’s talking about his work and his accomplishments a lot, one of three things are happening.

  1. He’s trying to show off and you can get lots of gifts from him.
  2. He’s trying to impress you and you can start equating his impressiveness with how much attention you give him.
  3. He just wants someone to talk to and he might be willing to pay you to be a sympathetic and intimate listener.

Now if the tables are turned and he wants to you to talk more leave some mystery with the answers you give. If he ask you where you live you can say “ This is my hometown but I’ve lived in many cities after I was done with school.” Giving broad answers like that will not only help keep your identity safe but it will leave you with more stuff talk about at later dates.

Mystery will always have your POT wanting more which means more dates which equals more money.

Interaction with others

The one thing I have to say about this is watch how he treats people who serve him because that shows how he could or/will treat you. You are providing him a service and if he doesn’t respect that at a small scale he won’t respect it at a big scale either.

Last but not least my last sign for spotting POTs is…

Is he approaching you with a ring on?

Most married men who are trying to entertain me are looking for some kind of escape or excitement. So when I hear them complimenting me, sharing stories, and looking me up and down I know I have a POT. Now if he’s good or bad is seen by the previous signs but more than likely he wants to pay for your time.

As many might know married men pay more due to them having more to lose but they also have less time to give (unless legally separated). So if you don’t mind a ring get your flirt on and make your money.

Originally posted by imaginepace

Vanilla men

How I get regular men to buy me things is actually very simple but you have to pick the right man.

You know those guys you see that try to stunt about how successful they are and the guys you see faking it till they make it. Thats the kind of guy you’re looking for.

So you want to go to places they go to make this work (ex. Club VIP, Networking events, Artsy events, etc.).

Before I go out to these events I do the following things:

  • Do my best natural face makeup look
  • Wear somethings that shows all my curves
  • Wear comfy statement heels (yes, they do exist)
  • Wear my hair down
  • And put all the good smells on.

Once presentable I will go out to these event and flirt it up. Once I get my first drink from a man I start to ask for something a little more expensive and if he gets it I’ll have officially started the cycle of giving.

On our first date I always pick the place and “introduce him” to something new. I usually pick a place I go to treat myself anyway just in case he’s not as giving and tries to split the check. But if he’s gets through three dates like this with a gift (that I ask for) at the third I know I can get him to keep giving to me.

I had guys buying me stuff like drake did Nicki lol

Originally posted by hellaa-pink

This is how I do it but I’ve heard and seen different methods so if you have any please share.


I hope this was all helpful and look forward to my next post.

Much Love T

“Let me get one thing straight ! ...I’m not” - Batmom x Batboys

Summary : What if one of the batboy was gay and he was scared to tell Bruce and Batmom ? 

I couldn’t choose just one batboy, so I wrote a mini-story (ended up actually being longer than I anticipated…sorry for the long read ? Each story have a different title and the name of one of the Batboy is always written so if you wanna skip some of them, and just read the one you want, it’s easier :-)) for each of them…I have no idea where this idea comes from, but I just wanted to write it. So here’s for an unplanned story that just somehow showed up today in my head, and wouldn’t leave until I wrote it. Hope you’ll like it

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Fear of what you might think - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson was the kind of young man that never had trouble talking his way out of almost any situations. He wasn’t a shy guy, he was charming and cute, full of empathy and always had kind words for anyone in trouble. 

And with you ? Well, he had been calling you “mom” since he was but an eight years old child (he will always remember the day he was scared that his actual mom be mad at him for calling that…and the hug and soothing words you gave him after, reassuring him that, of course she wouldn’t, she loved him, she would only like the best for him), and talking to you always been extra-easy. 

So…This was new for him. 

Never before had he been afraid to tell you something. And yet, here he was, pacing up and down the Manor, gathering the courage to finally go to see you in the Batcave (where he knew you and Bruce were), to end up avoiding the grandmother clock that would lead him to said cave…

After almost two hours of incessant pacing, finally, Alfred stopped him, and, putting a tray of tea, coffee and biscuits in his arms, said : 

-Well Master Richard, if you’re that restless, could you please bring this to your parents ? I feel a bit under the weather today, and I fear that going down in the coldness of the cave will truly make me sick. 

At the time, Dick didn’t really thought much of it, but now that he was looking back to it, he was 98% sure that Alfred knew, and just gave him that little push that would help him finally say what was on his heart. 

His heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour as he was getting down to where you and Bruce were, taking one slow step at a time. Two steps back up, one step down. Alfred had told him to hurry before the tea and coffee would turn cold but…Why was this so difficult ?! 

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guys… I just realized that the omnic from the Hero short is more human than most people out there… look at this

he’s making the peace sign guys… he could have beat the shit out of those assholes (because he’s made out of metal you know) but no… he just wants peace, he wants to show that omnics are good

look at this poor thing

look at him guys, just standing there defending the idea that humans and omnics can live together in peace, he could kick their asses, but he doesn’t

Don't Mess with What is Mine(Jerome Valeska x Chubby Shy Reader)

Originally posted by bonniebird

Prompt: The reader and Jerome go to the club so Jerome can do business with some guys, while you walk around alone a guy is flirty with you and says inappropriate things to you, which doesn’t make Jerome react nicely.

Warning: Murder, mention of sex, I think some cursing.

Note: I love this little ginger asshole and would feel like a very protective boyfriend especially if his girlfriend was shy.


It really was a surprise to many of your friends and family when they found out you were dating Jerome Valeska. It was also a very big surprise to the public when the headline came out “PSYCHO CRIMINAL JEROME VALESKA MANAGES TO STEAL THE HEART OF SHY MRS. Y/L/N” You didn’t really mind being called the psycho’s girlfriend since you knew deep down Jerome was good. Also to many they said that you managed to make the maniac go soft but that theory was discarded very fast after Jerome went on a killing spree. But he was very sweet to you. God he loved you so much. He knew how shy you could be sometimes so he would always act so sweet around you. He really didn’t want to scare you off so he tried to be the best boyfriend there ever was.

Then on one Saturday afternoon, Jerome asked you if you would like to join him in going to the club with him since he had to do some business with some guys. He knew the club wasn’t really your scene but he wanted to ask you just incase. What really surprised him was when you agreed to join him in going.

So now it was later that night and you arrived at the club. Jerome accompanied you inside. One minute you walked in there was a lot of noise and people, which really wasn’t your favorite, but you still put on a smile on your face. That was something Jerome loved about you how you could make any situation, negative or not, positive. So when you were inside the club Jerome lead you to the guys he needed to talk to.

“Well hello Jerome. Who’s this lovely lady with you today. She is way to beautiful for you.” One guy spoke. His comment made you blush a little which Jerome noticed, and didn’t appreciate.

“This is y/n. My girlfriend, note MY girlfriend.” Jerome spat back.

“Don’t worry I won’t be stealing your girl. Now let’s get to business.”

Before Jerome started talking with the guys whispered in your ear “Hey doll there a booth in the back of the club, why don’t you go and save it for us ok? Then when I’m done here I can go buy a couple drinks. Would you like that.” You nodded and headed over to the booth Jerome was talking about. You took a seat at one side of the booth and shortly after a guy sat beside you.

“Hey sweetcheeks what’s your name.”

“My name is y/n and if you don’t mind I was saving that seat for my boyfriend.”

“Well I don’t see his name on it. Anyway how about you forget about your little boyfriend and let a real man show you a good time. I know exactly how to make a woman moan.” He moved closer into your face and moved his hand up your thigh.

“No-o thank you-u. Ummm I have to use the restroom if you excuse me.”

“Ok sweetheart don’t be too long.” he said winking at you. You quickly went to go find Jerome. The guy was lucky Jerome wasn’t there when he was flirting with you he would have been dead in five seconds flat. You spotted Jerome over at the bar ordering both of you drinks. You walked up next to him so quietly he didn’t even noticed. So you pulled on his sleeve to gain his attention.

“Oh hey sweetcheeks is everything ok?” Jerome asked. You shook your head and moved to whisper in his ear “After I sat in the booth, this guy just sat next to me. He started to flirt with me and made me feel really uncomfortable. Can we just leave?” You could see Jerome expression turned into a little jealous but mostly anger how dare someone make his sweet little y/n uncomfortable, that guy was going to pay.

“Yes of course doll we can leave but I have to use the restroom. Wait here a minute will you?” You nodded. Instead of heading to the bathroom Jerome headed over to the guy. When Jerome reached the booth he sat across from the guy. The guy was about to speak until Jerome interrupted. “So you’re the guy flirting with my girl. Let me just say it pal I don’t really appreciate it, you know. Hearing some lousy drunk idiot making an attempt to steal my girl isn’t the way I wanted to spend the night.”

“Oh so your the minx’s little boyfriend. Don’t worry she wasn’t interested. Well I might have persuaded her to come home with me, show her what sex is with a real man not some freak show like you, but sadly you showed up.” This guy knew exactly how to bush Jerome’s buttons. “Obviously you have had sex with her,” the guy leaned into the table. “tell me some tips, what makes her scream, what’s her favorite position?”

“Alright you asshole, stop talking about my girlfriend like that, she’s mine and if you make one more comment, your dead.” Jerome pulled out a knife hiding it under the table so the guy couldn’t see it.

“Oh sure what are you going to do.” That was the last straw. Jerome walked out of his seat and came right in the guy’s face, the knife facing his neck.

“This should teach you not to mess with things that are mine.” That being said Jerome stabbed the neck right into the guy’s neck. Before anyone noticed the scene Jerome walked over to you. “Alright I’m ready to go.” he said and he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Thanks.” you whispered into his ear, while pecking his cheek softly, making him blush a bit. As you moved your head away from his face, you flicked your eyes over to the booth in the corner so he knew what you were talking about.

“Anytime, doll. Now let’s go home.” After he said that you both headed home, hands intertwined.

Originally posted by thelllina

When I was a freshman, my sister was in eighth grade. There was a boy in two of her periods who would ask her out every single day. (Third and seventh period, if I remember correctly.) All day during third and seventh she would repeatedly tell him no. She didn’t beat around the bush, she didn’t lie and say she was taken–she just said no.

One day, in third period, after being rejected several times, he said; “I have a gun in my locker. If you don’t say yes, I am going to shoot you in seventh.”

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Yongguk\Reader\Namjoon | So, You Don’t Love Her? (M)

Originally posted by missbaptan

Originally posted by rapnamu

Request: Namjoon + reader + yongguk daddy kink smut??

Genre: smut. daddy kink. poly!relationship. the tinest itty bitty pinch of angst, i can’t stress the smallness more.

Warning: dirty talk. overstimulation. oral. praise kink. orgasm fixation.
Length: 4.5k

Summary: After meeting Namjoon and Yongguk and being proposed to join a poly relationship with them, you all started a happy life.

(not proofread)


Namjoon was a cold man. Not in a cruel way, just in the way that he didn’t like to let his emotions show. He was only 22 but he was wildly successful. He had a head position at the company he worked at.

The thing about Namjoon is, he likes control. Everything must be done the way he wants, and he expects his rules to be followed. He was a tickler for rules and order. He plans everything out and gets it done.

Yongguk is the clear opposite. He was a warm man with a gummy smile that lit up the room. He was the oldest of the three of you, 27. He was a mechanic, well he owned the shop, so he often came home a mess. His curly hair matted to his face from sweat, and blotches of grease and oil on his clothes and skin.

Yongguk was a free spirit. He was spontaneous, often going out in the middle of the night for a random food run. He was a soft, kind man. He never lost his temper and he was always gentle to those he loved.

And then there’s you. The girl who has both these men wrapped around your finger.

-

You had met Namjoon first. You two met in a coffee shop in the winter time. He had been sitting in the corner, working on his laptop. His blonde hair had been pushed back off his forehead, showing the deep furrow in his brows. He had been gnawing on his lip in concentration. He was incredibly handsome.

You had just gotten your hair done that day and were feeling confident, so you approached him. He had greeted you with a brow raised, leaning back in his seat with his hands folded over his stomach.

“What can I help you with, darling?” He had asked in a smooth voice. It had sent shivers down your spine. You quickly lost your confidence and began to flounder.

He had smirked, “Have a seat then.”

So, you did. And the two of you hit it off quickly. You talked for a while, drinking your coffees and enjoying each other company. By the end, you had exchanged numbers and began meeting casually.

-

It wasn’t long afterwards that you met Yongguk. Your car had been having troubles so you had been advised to take it in to the local mechanic’s shop, a suggestion by Namjoon himself. The one Bang Yongguk worked in. What a dream meeting.

He had come out from the back, a ratty wife-beater on his slender frame that was grease stains all over it. A large chest tattoo was on full display along with various arm tattoos. He came to the reception desk, wiping his hands off on a rag.

“Hey sweetheart, something I can help with?” His voice was so deep it shocked you. He looked at you, breaking out into a kind, gummy smile. God, he was beautiful.

“U-Um…yeah…my car’s been making a rattling noise for the past week…I was advised to come get it checked…” You said, your voice had trailed off as he lifted his wife-beater to wipe the sweat off his face. It revealed his toned abdomen and left a smudge of grease on his face.

“Sure honey, let me get some forms for you to fill out.”

He had checked out your car and given the proper care. As you were leaving, he had suddenly asked you on a date. You had quickly agreed.

-

It was only a couple months later that you found out the two of them were actually friends. At first you had been embarrassed about having been caught chatting with two men. But they assured you that there was nothing wrong with it.

“You’re a beautiful single woman, ____.” Yongguk had said, a shy smile on his face.

“We don’t mind if you see us both, darling.” Namjoon had added after taking a sip of some expensive champagne.

After seeing them both for a while, they had suddenly sat you down.

“_____, there’s something we should tell you.” He took off a pair of glasses he was wearing and placed them on the table, before folding his hands in front of him. He always looked like he was in a business meeting, not that you complained because he looked sexy as hell doing it.

Yongguk on the other hand, was lounging back in the seat drinking a coke. His chocolate eyes darted between the two of you.

“What is it?” You asked, frowning.

“Yongguk and I have a…proposition for you. Something that would surely benefit all three of us.” Namjoon liked to draw things out. He took forever to get to the point.

You guessed Yongguk got tired of it too because he blurted out, “What do you think about polyamory?”

Namjoon heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Have you no finesse, Yongguk?”

The tattooed man had only giggled as he sipped his coke.

“Polyamory? You mean having multiple partners?” You asked, earning a nod from Namjoon. Yongguk had almost finished his coke by now, never even putting the cup down.

“You see, ____, Yongguk and I have an agreement. We both willingly share a woman if she consents to it. And since we both like you a considerable amount, we figured we should ask what you think. I know you like both of us too, that’s what we were hoping for.”  He took a soft breath, glancing at Yongguk. “We both completely understand if you want no part of this, a lot of people find this…arrangement…to be rather strange.”

Yongguk, finishing his drink and putting his cup down, spoke up again. “We just need a yes or no from you, sweetheart.”

“But we won’t rush you. Take all the time you need to think about this. Research it if you must, or contact us if you have any questions about it.”

“Joon, why do you have to make everything sound like you’re closing a business deal?”

“I am a business man.”

“But ____ isn’t a business partner!”

“Are you really going to argue with me on this Yongguk?”

You giggled, their bickering always made you laugh. Mostly because of the opposite dynamic between the two of them.

“I will think about it, guys.” You had assured.

-

And it took about 2 weeks before you had contacted Namjoon to tell him you wanted to meet again to give them your answer.

You three met at a fancy restaurant. Yongguk was there first and you sat down with him while you both waiting for Namjoon to show up.

“Whatever your answer is, _____, I just want you to know that both of us have really enjoyed having you around. It’s…been a while since our last relationship. We’ve both been hoping that we’d meet someone.” Yongguk was speaking seriously, looking out the window. Probably looking for Namjoon’s car.

“How long’s it been?” You asked, watching him purse his lips at the question.

“Eh…I’d say 2 and a half years.” He mumbled. “It didn’t end well last time. The girl we were with…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.” Suddenly, his eyes widened. “B-But he’s over her now. I- We both are, I mean. W-We wouldn’t be asking you to do this if we weren’t you know-“

You gigged, about to assure the man when Namjoon approached to table with a sigh.

“Meeting took longer than expected, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. We were just having a nice talk.” You smiled, watching him discard his blazer and put it on the back of the chair beside him.

“So, I don’t think there’s any point in postponing it. What’s your answer, ____?”

“Joon! Be more gentle about it! You’ll scare her off if you keep up this cold-guy façade!”

“It’s not a façade.”

“You- “

“I agree to it.” You giggled out before they could begin bickering more.

“You do?” Yongguk asked, a big guy smile spreading across his face.

You nodded, your hair bouncing around your face as Yongguk heaved a sigh of relief.

“Waiter, a bottle of your finest champagne please!” Namjoon bustled, with a smile on his face that showed off his dimples.

-

A year passed. The relationship between the two of you was going smoothly. You had moved in with them, as it turned out they had been living together for years. Both men had opened their door to you with open arms. You all quickly fell into a routine.

Yongguk left in the morning at 5 to open up shop and get everything ready for the day. Then Namjoon left at 9 to get to the office. You stayed home, doing some house work and spending the day cooking for both men for when they got home.

At the beginning of the relationship you tried to convince them to let you keep your job waitressing, and they did. Until they realized how run down you had become. Then they began to raise their protests. But when you came home crying because of a rude customer and your boss screaming at you for how you responded, they officially told you to quit.

You felt bad because you didn’t want to depend on them like that, but they assured you they both made enough money. And they said if you managed to find another job that wasn’t waitressing, to go for it. But you didn’t, so you’ve remained like this.

You couldn’t complain, it was a nice way to spend your days.

Unfortunately, during your time alone at the apartment one day, you got a visitor. You had been washing the dishes when the doorbell rang. Heaving a sigh, you wiped your hands off on a rag while walking to the door to answer.

When you opened the door, there was a girl there. She was probably a little older than you. Her brown hair was curled and fell around her shoulders, her lips were painted red and she wore an expensive pair of sunglasses. Judging by her Gucci purse, you could only assume the skin tight red dress and 6 inch black heels she wore were also designer.

When she heard the door open, she smiled brightly only to see it was you and the smile faded.

“Oh…who are you? Where are Joon and Guk?” Her voice held some degree of malice.

Joon and Guk? They must be close. You thought.

“They’re not home yet. Yongguk should be home in about 15 minutes.”

“Oh, I know when he’ll be home honey.” She said, eying you up and down. “I guess I’ll come back another day. What a pain.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a sigh.

“I can take your name and give it to them if you’d like.”

She furrowed her brows and spoke again. “Who are you anyway? A house sitter?”

You chuckled. “Ah, no. I’m their…uh…roommate.”

“I see. Anyway, don’t bother telling them I was here I’ll just come by again when one of them’s home.”

With that, she turned around and clicked her way down the hallway. The oven timer started going off so you shut the door and hurried over to get the food out.

Right on time, Yongguk strode through the door with a loud greeting.

“Dinner ready, babygirl? Joon should be home soon, he called to say he needed to pick up some wine or something, you know him.”

“Yeah, it’s ready. You can start eating if you’d like.” You didn’t bother telling him about the visitor, as she told you not too. To be honest, you didn’t really care enough.

“Nah, I’ll wait.”

And Namjoon came home with two bottles of wine, sat down for dinner with you two. You stayed up together for a little while before you all headed to bed.

To be honest, you completely forgot about the female visitor until she showed up again on a Sunday a month and a half later.

This time she was wearing a babypink graphic tee over a pair of ripped jeans and a pair of nude heels. Her brown hair was up and she didn’t have any sunglasses on. She was…incredibly beautiful. Model material.

“Oh, you again. They home?” She asked, forsaking a greeting.

“Um…Yongguk is.” You said.

“Cool,” you sputtered in surprise as she barged her way into the house. “Gukkie, baby!”

Baby?

Yongguk came wandering out of the bedroom with a confused look on his face but it changed into a glare. You’d never seen such a nasty look on that man’s face.

“Keiko…” He clicked his jaw in annoyance. “The fuck are you doing here?”

“Don’t act like that, baby. I came to talk to you and Joonie. I want to explain everythi-“ Yongguk held up his hand.

“Save it, Keiko. Neither of us care anymore.”

“Well obviously you do, or else you wouldn’t look so angry with me.”

“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry that you have the balls to show up here after what you did.” Yongguk stormed through the living room towards the door. “I suggest you leave before Namjoon gets here.”

“No, I’m going to wait for him. We both know he’s always been the sensible one.”

There was a pregnant pause that Yongguk took to glare a hole through the girl.

“Um…what’s going on?” You asked softly, drawing their attention to you.

She was about to say something when the door opened, bumping Yongguks shoulder.

“Shit, sorry.” Namjoon said, patting his shoulder before shutting the door. He hadn’t noticed Keiko’s presence yet. But when he did, he straightened up.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Keiko?” He repeated the same thing Yongguk did earlier. “Get the fuck out of this house right now or I’ll throw you out myself.”

“Joonie, baby…”

“Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege years ago. To show up here isn’t only stupid but disrespectful.” He seethed.

“Disrespectful?” The other girl ground out. “To who! I’m just trying to fix things.”

“To me and Yongguk and most importantly _____.” He shouted, gesturing angrily to you, making you jump.

“It’s been 3 and half years since you cheated on us Keiko. We’ve moved on. We have _____ now.” Yongguk said, pulling you against his side.

“We don’t need you. We don’t want you, Keiko.” Namjoon snarled, getting into her face. “Leave.”

Keiko scoffed, her eyes tearing up. You didn’t know if it was in humiliation or if she was really upset she lost them. Either way, she stormed out of the house and slammed the door, making you jump.

“What the heck was that about…?” You whispered.

“Who the fuck cares.” Namjoon snarled before storming out of the living room to his office.

Yongguk sighed, wandering to the couch to sit down.

“Guk, what-“

“I don’t want talk about it _____.”

“But-“

“No, _____. Drop it.” Yongguk hissed, before he too disappeared. This time to the bedroom.

You sighed, sinking into the spot Yongguk just vacated.

-

You huffed softly, sitting on the couch watching an old drama rerun. Things have been tense in the house since Keiko came around to stir the pot. Namjoon’s barely been home, picking up extra hours at the office to avoid the house. And Yongguk has been angrier, losing his temper on the smallest shit.

You’d basically been walking on eggshells, and quite frankly you were growing tired of it.

Yongguk was holed away in the bedroom, doing god knows what.

Probably sulking you mused.

It was 11:45 before Namjoon strode through the door. He looked a mess. His tie was pulled down and his hair was everywhere like he had been messing with it all day. And moreso, he smelled like he’d been drinking.

That wasn’t unusual, but he never drank to get drunk.

“What are you doing up?” He snapped, throwing his blazer on a coat hook.

“Just…can’t sleep…” You mumbled, careful not to say something to piss him off.

“Well go to bed. I don’t want you up.”

You scoffed, “That’s a bit rude.”

“Don’t test me _____.” He growled.

“What’s going on with you Namjoon?” You ground out. “You’ve been acting like this ever since Keiko came. You and Yongguk. Why are you both doing this?” Your voice had slowly risen throughout your questioning. You could hear Yongguk open the bedroom door, signaling he was joining the scene.

“Don’t talk to me like that _____. Watch your mouth.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop the act Namjoon. You’re the one acting like an asshole. You and Yongguk. I get you’re both upset about her showing up, but I don’t deserve to be treated like this! Why are you even so bothered by this, she cheated on you! She doesn’t deserve you acting so upset over this!”

“Don’t you think I fucking know that, _____?!” Namjoon shouted, getting into your face. “And don’t you fucking talk about her like that.”

Yongguk was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall watching it all unfold.

“What, are you still in love with her? Is that what the problem is?” You whispered.

You watched Namjoon still and swallow sharply, obviously hesitating. “I’m going to shower.” Is all he said before he stormed to the bathroom.

You scoffed in disbelief, sitting back down as you felt the sting of tears.

“Don’t mind that, sweetheart. I’ll talk to him.” Yongguks baritone reverberated through the room before he left you alone with your thoughts.

“…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.”

Yongguks words passed through your mind.

Did Keiko showing back up make Namjoon’s feelings come back?

You decided to sleep on the couch that night. You couldn’t stomach sleeping with them after what just happened. You fell asleep watching nighttime television and holding in your tears.

A few days passed before they finally sat you down to talk to you about it all.

“I know if you’re angry with us _____, I completely understand…” Namjoon mumbled, dropping his face into his hands. You kept your eyes on Yongguk who sat across from you in the arm chair, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Why’d you behave like that?” You asked, biting your lip to stop the quiver in your voice from showing too much.

Namjoon sighed. “_____, it’s complicated.”

“No, it’s not Namjoon.” Yongguk grumbled.

“I was just…hurt I guess.” Namjoon whispered, looking up at you. “Being cheated on after devoting yourself to a relationship like that…I was so hurt afterwards. I didn’t have to deal with her all this time. Then she just showed up acting like we were the ones who wanted her. Like we would wait for her after what she did? It pissed me off so much. I just…took it out on you. On both of you.”

“Dumbass.” Yongguk grumbled.

Namjoon chuckled. “I know…____…don’t you have anything to say?”

You sighed. “I guess I can understand that, Namjoon…”

“Atta girl.” Yongguk praised. “Now, what do you say we take this to the bedroom for some passionate, hot make-up sex?”

“Real subtle Guk.”

“I am who I am, Joon.”

“You’re a joke.”

“Tell me that while ____ choking on my dick.”

-

Your bare back hit the bed, making you bounce slightly. In an instant, Namjoon was over you with his lips attached to your neck. He was creating little red marks all over the sensitive skin, drawing tiny whimpers from your lips.

Yongguk, who had shed his shirt, climbed in behind you so you could lean against his lap.

“Joon’s got a treat for you, babygirl.” He ground out, feeling your weight against his hard on in his jeans.

Namjoon’s rough hands spread your legs, exposing your wet pussy to his eyes for the first time in a long while.

“Shit babygirl, look at that…so fucking wet…”

“You want Joonie to eat your little cunt, baby?” Yongguk asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Yes!” You cried out, feeling Namjoon’s breath against your wetness.

“Yes, what baby?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Fuck, that’s it. Call me that again.” Namjoon commanded, you could see him grinding against the bed.

Then, in a flash he was eating your cunt for all he was worth. His tongue slid desperately against your clit, drawing cries from you. He was slurping up every drop you gave him. He was moaning like a madman into your cunt as he tasted you.

“Fuck, that’s it Joon. Does our babygirl taste good? Huh? How’s her cunt taste?”

Namjoon pulled back with a groan to look at Yongguk over your shoulder.

“So fucking good. She’s so fucking sweet.” Namjoon suddenly introduced his fingers, sliding in two slender digits into your gripping pussy. “God, _____, I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”

“Ah, Daddy, that feels suh-so good!” You whined, gripping Yongguk’s biceps behind you, trying to keep yourself grounded while Namjoon dove back in to swirl his tongue around your clit.

“Joonie eating your pussy good baby?” Yongguk asked with a groan, feeling his cock throb in its confinement.

Namjoon’s tongue was a work of magic. His tongue swirling wildly against the pulsing nub of your clit. His fingers sliding in and out of you, kissing your g-spot with every pass, causing your hips to jerk. Yongguk’s hands weren’t idle either, their cupped your breasts and pinched your sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“She’s gonna cum.” Namjoon announced, feeling your cunt hugging his intruding fingers.

“Fuck yeah she is. Cum baby.” Yongguk growled. “Cum for your Daddies.”

Your back arched, your nails sinking into Yongguk’s tan skin. Your cunt convulsed around Namjoon’s fingers and his tongue continued to swirl around your clit, making your legs shake around his head. Namjoon spent a moment after your orgasm subsided cleaning you up, drinking up every drop of cum you gave him. Then, he slid his fingers out of your and left a fleeting kiss on your clit.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.” Namjoon ground out, discarding his black boxers on the floor somewhere.

Yongguk sat behind you, the picture of self-control, lightly petting your hair as your body continued to lightly tremble from the force of your orgasm.

“Fuck, look at that pretty little cunt, Guk.”

“So pink and wet…” Yongguk rasped, licking his lips as his fingers trailed down your body to lightly pet your pulsing heat. He spread your lips open with his fingers, letting Namjoon watch as a drop of your cum dripped out, making the younger man groan.

“That’s it, I need to fuck you babygirl.”

Namjoon pinned your legs open before guiding his cock into your entrance. You both shared a moan of pleasure at the feeling of him stretching your walls. He didn’t pause for a second before pulling out and slamming back into you. Yongguk pinned your hips down to keep you from grinding against Namjoon’s cock.

“You’re so fucking tight around me, Princess.” Namjoon ground out. “I want you to cum again, baby.”

Yongguk took that initiative by using his fingers to attack your clit. The cry you let out caused both men to groan. Namjoon increased his pace, driving his cock into your clutching pussy. It didn’t take long before you are erupting in orgasm again, the last one you had making you sensitive to both men’s touches.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Namjoon gasped out, his hips faltering before driving into you faster. The sound of his hips meeting your skin filled the room. You continued to write underneath Namjoon, desperately trying to dislodge Yongguks fingers from your oversensitive clit that he continued to circle despite your orgasm having passed.

“She’s holding my cock so tight. Keep doing that Guk.” Namjoon encouraged, ignoring your whines of overstimulation.

Suddenly, Namjoon drove his cock into you to the hilt, letting his cum fill you up with a loud groan of your name. His head fell backwards while his body trembled from the force of his orgasm. His cock began to soften inside you before he pulled it out.

“Shit, so fucking good babygirl.” He whispered, panting against your lips as he planted a delicate kiss on them.

Then, he switched places with Yongguk.

You leaned your back against Namjoon’s chest while Yongguk took his place between your legs. He quickly discarded his jeans and boxers, letting his hard cock out.

“Fuck I’m so hard, I’m not gonna last long at all sweetheart.” Yongguk’s strong hands, callused from years of working on cars, pinned your legs together and up against your chest. “Hold her there, Joon.”

Namjoon wrapped his hand around your legs so you couldn’t get out of the position. You whimpered softly, feeling exposed to Yongguk’s gaze as he watched your pussy drip for him.

“Shh babygirl, Daddy’s here.” Namjoon whispered, leaning down to kiss your head.

Without warning, you felt the hot head of Yongguk’s dick against the wet lips of your cunt. Then, he was sliding in and you were crying out. The position allowed him to hammer directly into your g-spot, never failing in making your body twitch at the onslaught of pleasure it offered. His thrusts were a little sloppy, probably because of how desperate he was to cum. But, he would never dare neglect you.

His punishing thrusts were bringing you closer to orgasm, already sensitive to his touches.

“Play with her clit, Joon. Make her cum around my cock.”

Namjoon chuckled at the little squeal you emitted at his soft fingers on your sensitive button. His finger was cupped between your folds, not allowing you to wiggle away from the sensation. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you began to cum.

“Daddy!” You cried out. “Fuck, Daddy! That feels so good.”

“That’s a good girl. Cumming so fucking good for your Daddies. Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Yongguk was letting out raspy moans, keeping a steady pace with his hips, fucking you through the orgasm that flowed through your body making you tremble and tear up with pleasure.

A shock of heat in your pussy made you whimper, loving the feeling of your Daddy’s cum filling you up. Yongguk gave a couple more thrusts, letting his orgasm ride into slight overstimulation, something he loved. After a few trembles, he pulled out and Namjoon dropped your legs, letting them fall to the bed.

“Shit, that was good.” Yongguk sighed, falling to the bed beside you and Namjoon who was lightly petting your hair as you calmed down.

After a moment of silence, you spoke.

“So…you don’t love her?”

Yongguk chuckled and Namjoon groaned.

“No baby. I don’t love her. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You giggled, nuzzling his bare tummy.

“Hey, what about me!” Yongguk whined.

“Who invited you?”

“Hey!”


it’s shit im sorry but ive been working on it for like a week so here it is.

Show You (Ethan)

** REQUESTED ** 

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT

You slammed your locker shut feeling more frustrated than ever as you gripped your books hard in hand. You felt like a total outcast. It wasn’t a bad thing to be inexperienced when it came to sex and you took pride in the fact that you hadn’t given it up to just anyone. You were waiting for the right one and that’s all there was to it. But that came with endless taunting and teasing from your classmates. Especially in sex-ed class where you, obviously, got it the worst.

“You mean…you’ve never like…fooled around with a guy?” Your friend Shawna asked you, her eyes wide as she shoved a bobby pin in her hair. You were in the girls washroom and you looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. The last thing you needed was the entire school knowing you were still a virgin.

“No.” You shrugged. “Does that matter?”

“I mean…no..” She frowned slightly. “But why? Guys are pawning after you left and right.”

“Not really.” You sighed. But being the virgin made you a prime target. Guys were dying to be your first and it really kind of grossed you out.

“Yes, really. You also have the hottest fucking friends in the entire world who I’m sure would jump at any opportunity to get in your panties .”

Your mind wandered. Ethan and Grayson

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Getting Multi Hours

Lets say you’re an online independent provider. You currently do 6 appointments a week at $300/hr for $1800/wk. You make lots of money but you’re starting to get burnt out. Your friend, Michelle, does 3 appointments a week at $250/hr for $1700/wk. She’s charges less than you, but she’s also working a lot less than you do while making almost the same amount. How? Extended appointments.

For most, extended appointments are things providers appreciate when it happens, but most  don’t know how to market themselves in order to get more extended appointments.

1. Your image

You have to have photos that show you’re capable of being taken out. Lingerie photos are great and all, but do you have any photos in day dresses? In evening wear? How can someone take you to a restaurant if he’s afraid you might show up in 8 inch clear heels, a 7 inch miniskirt and a bralette? Especially if you’re young, you have to show that you can dress up and look for the part.

2. Your words

Does your entire website text talk about sex? Whether direct or indirectly, tweets and blogs and websites that focus on how sultry and sexy you are isn’t going to inspire a guy to want to hang out with you longer than it takes him to bust a nut. If you have passions, whatever they may be, fold them into your website. Tweet about them. Let your clients know that there’s more to you than La Perla and Chanel. Don’t go political, but in general activism is a great way to show you’re more than just a warm body. If you want men to see you as more than sex, you have to show it. 

3. During the sessions

Many clients may book a 1 hour session, with the intent of booking longer in the future if things go well. As well as being a vixen in the bed, you have to appeal to these men’s minds. This is the perfect time to convert a client from a one hour guy into an extended appointment man. Offer up some wine and conversation, get to know him and figure out what he likes. I once had a client who was a runner and spent forever always talking about it. I got him a $20 Milestonepod to track his pace and he was so excited about it that he asked me to go grab lunch and what was supposed to be a 90 minute session turned into a 3 hour session. And from then on all our dates included food or events and were at least 2 hours. All it cost me was listening and $20 of effort. 

4. Get Creative

If you have clients that are afraid of being seen in public with you, find a way to spend more time together. A client of two years had a standing 3 hour biweekly date where we watched silent films for most of the session, laugh talk  and order room service. If a client can’t do certain things, figure out a way around them, figure out what it would take to get him to spend more time with you.

Takecare,

From Mari With Love.

(As always, you can find all my fic recs in my FIC REC MASTERPOST) 

- The Edge of the Stars  , by @casuallyhl : Louis laughed. “You think you can convince some random guy to want to go out with me?”“Oh baby,” Jay chuckled. “I can convince all of the UK to want to go out with you.” Or, a Meet the Parents AU where Harry is the man of Louis’ dreams, and it’s up to Jay to convince him to date her son.

Larry TV Reality show AU (16k) : awesome fic for cheer you up when you’re sad, and perfect way to show how Louis and Jay relationship was amazing and beautiful. Cute and funny and fluffy :) No smut.

- just the sound of your voice  , by @a-writerwrites : It’s just. Harry’s so fucking quiet during sex and now Louis’ obsession with it is…it’s incessant.  Louis questions it day and night, the enigma of it buzzing around his head like an annoying mosquito — all of the reasons why he’s so quiet consuming every one of his waking thoughts.  Like, maybe he turns into an alien during sex if he’s not really careful?  So he has to concentrate so hard on not turning into another creature he’s effectively struck mute from it.  Or maybe…maybe he’s like one of those people who’s into tantric sex, like Sting or a throwback from the 1960s?  And when he’s about to orgasm he travels to another plane of existence or something.  There has to be a reason for it.  There has to be.

Larry smut fic (6.4k) : not saying I’m very proud that Lisa wrote something about my prompt, BUT IM VERY PROUD AND I LOOOOOVE IT VERY MUCH. So it’s all about dirty talk and a bit of rough sex, and yes, they kins of share that really.

- Love Is on The Radio , by @perfectdagger  and star_l:  “So Louis, who’s the lucky person that will not only get to see Arsenal and Manchester United facing each other, but will also possibly become your girlfriend… or boyfriend? I mean, that’s a good catch, to ask someone out like this on the radio. It will be hard to say no after this.”  “It’s, hm, his name is…” Oh boy, Harry was about to pass out, he couldn’t bear to hear what Louis would say. Susie was looking at him, worried eyes watching him from the till as she noticed that Harry had simply abandoned his cupcake duties. “Harry. Harry Styles.” To win a pair of tickets to watch Manchester United playing, Louis may have possibly lied to Nick Grimshaw on the BBC Radio 1 Breakfast Show, asking Harry, his best friend, to be his boyfriend. Problem is - Harry has always been in love with Louis and so, this Valentine’s he’s gonna see his dreams come true, with a tiny bit of a twist, in order to watch the football team they have loved together since they were kids.

Larry BFF to lovers and Fake Relationship AU (35k) : with a lot of social medias interactions, and Grimmy being cute ! Bottom Harry for the smut.

- Mercedes Boy , by @fullonlarrie : There’s a surprise waiting at home for Louis after he finishes his day on the tracks at the Mercedes AMG Driving Experience.

Larry canon smut (5k) : I mean : PANTIES AND CAR SEX. That’s all. (bottom Harry)

- Them Butterflies  , by @gaycousinlarry  : To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question the fact that he thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with all the energy bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of it, but he knows he doesn’t want this night to end.  This is the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again.

Larry strangers to Lovers and sexuality crisis AU (68k) : beautiful and really well written, barely angsty . Special kudos for social worker Harry just because. Great smut !  (mostly bottom Louis but they kind of share that)

- They Never Quite Leave   , by @icanhazzalou (sorry it doesn’t let me tag you properly!)  : When Liam Payne inherited his great aunt’s mansion, he never expected it to be haunted. With the help of famous ghost hunters Harry and Niall, Liam is hoping to evict the ghost and sell the house once and for all.There’s just one problem: Louis has been in that house for a hundred years, and he doesn’t much feel like leaving.Alternatively; come for the ghost sex, stay for the feels.

Larry Ghost AU (24k) : awesome , a bit angsty and also fluffy and cute, with a bit of Ghost sex (this is a thing, yes). :)

- Let’s Go Get Away , by @letsjustsee : When Louis had moved to the island a year ago, he only wanted two things: to serve good food to good people, and to live on the beach. Was that too much to ask for? Apparently the universe thought so, because Louis had only gotten three months of blissful, uninterrupted beach living before Harry Styles moved in to the empty shop next door. Louis was hoping whoever took over the space might be a tour guide, or even another restaurant (with non-competing menu options, of course), but no – he had gotten Harry Styles. The guy who wore Hawaiian dad-shirts unironically. The guy who spent his time making soap by hand out of goat’s milk.Or, a fluffy AU in which Louis owns a restaurant that’s next door to Harry’s shop, and Louis is completely unaware how smitten he really is.

Larry Hate to love AU (7k) : funny and cute, with so much fluff and kind of pining ;) No smut.

- Runner on Third , by @flamboyantommo: As Harry stood there, the other man turned around, and he knew he was correct in who he thought it was. “Louis?” he asked, still not quite believing it. Louis blinked. “Harry? Wh– what are you doing here?” “I work here,” Harry said. “What are you doing here?” “Um, I’m picking up my brother. The nurse called and said he was sick.” Harry felt like he was going to be sick. “Wait, Ernest is your brother? Since when do you have a brother?” “Since about seven years ago, I guess. Wait, how do you know Ernest?” “I’m his teacher.” “You’re his what?” Louis exclaimed. Harry gulped. This was going to be a long year. — Or, the AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don’t pick up where they left off.

Larry Ex Friends to Lovers AU (35k) : nice fic with Teacher Harry, a “long time no see” plot, and so much pining ^^ Great Smut too ! (bottom Louis)

boys of summer

”You know body positivity?” Magnus asks, drumming his fingers against his thigh.

”Isn’t it like, the celebration of all kinds of bodies?” Mahdi says with a mouth full of waffles.

“You want us to celebrate your body?” Isak smirks, leaning back on his chair.

“You’ve got great arms, Mags,” Jonas nods.

“Aww, thanks bro, you too,” Magnus reaches out his hand to squeeze Jonas’s arm. “No but what I mean is, I see Vilde look at these body positivity accounts on insta, right. These chicks posing in their underwear and shit, you know the stuff?”

“I’ve been over accounts of chicks in their underwear for a while now,” Isak sucks in an exaggerated breath. “But do continue.”

“So, I see her look at these pics, right, and from the way she talks about them, I get the feeling that she wants to try it out but is too afraid to do it, you know?”

“You mean post a body positivity pic?” Jonas asks, receiving a nod from Magnus. “It does take a lot of guts to put your body out there for everyone to criticize.”

“Yeah man, especially for chicks, they get so much hate online,” Mahdi chimes in.

“Yeah, I can see that, so I wanna do something to encourage her, to show her that I support her, which got me thinking, maybe I should do it first?”

“Ojjj, are you leaking your nudes,” Isak cocks his head.

“I was thinking of, I don’t know, posting a shirtless pic or something. Do you think that’d be weird?”

“Why would it be weird to want to support the person you love?” Isak asks, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes gone.

“Yeah bro, nothing wrong with that. Think how many shirtless pics that guy William probably takes per day just to support his ego.”

“You heard the man,” Jonas says. “Just do it, straight up.”

“Thanks dudes,” Magnus beams, taking off his shirt. “So, who’s gonna take the pic?”

“You wanna take the pic now? At school? The fuck?”

“I just told you? I wanna show my girl that I support her as soon as possible.”

“Jesus Mags,” Isak shakes his head and holds out his hand. “Give me your phone and strike a pose.”

“Wait, I’ve got a better idea,” Jonas grins and abruptly springs up from his chair before clapping his hands. “Mahdi, finish your waffle, boys, take off your shirts, it’s summer, we’re taking a pic.”

“We are?” Magnus cups his cheeks in excitement. “How should we stand?”

“Isak can be in the back row since he’s got the ugliest face,” Mahdi shoots.

“For your information, I’ve got the best legs so I’m gonna show them off in the front row,” Isak says, throwing his leg on the table.

“But wait, Isak, before we take the pic,” Magnus says, eyes widening, “can you get Even to come here?”

“Get your own fucking boyfriend.”

Y’know, I’ve been seeing a lot of people freaking out about Mary’s BMOL deal and even claiming that it’s bad writing (as if Mary being a perfect mother would be good writing), but I think the important things to remember are:

1.) The very first time we see Mary’s actual character in 4x03 (as opposed to the tiny glimpse we got in 1x01), she sells her unborn child to a demon. Making poor decisions and not being a great mom is 100% in character for her.

2.) She was raised by Samuel Campbell. It is completely understandable and realistic that she would share many similar traits with her father. (If not all, obviously.)

3.) This is a Mary without the love of her life. Think about when we see Sam without Dean or Dean without Sam. Hell, think about when we saw John without Mary. When Winchesters don’t have their other half around (romantic or platonic), they canonically become cold and dangerous and irrational and make bad choices. John went from an emotional, goofy sweetheart who was perfectly content with a simple family life to a stone-cold killer who struck fear into the hearts of enemies and allies alike and could barely get along with anyone. Sam goes from a considerate, gentle, moralistic hero who always thinks about the greater good to a violent, irrational nutcase who is willing to throw innocent people to the wolves as long as he gets what he wants. Dean goes from a fiercely loyal warrior who fights to the death for his loved ones, feels everything incredibly deeply, and luxuriates in worldly pleasures, to an emotionless robot-zombie who just goes through the motions of life like he’s fueled by hard liquor and nothing else. Mary making selfish mistakes and not handling things well emotionally while John is dead and her children are “gone” is extremely believable.

4.) Mary hates the supernatural. She hates hunting. She’s good at it, but she loathes it. She didn’t want it growing up, she didn’t want it when she married John, and she doesn’t want it now. She’s doing it currently because her kids are hunters and it’s saving people’s lives and hiding her head in the sand only brought her misery and death, but it has taken EVERYTHING away from her. Everything that she’s ever loved. When some extremely competent and useful peeps come up to her and help Sam and Dean escape prison, and have this knowledge of these incredible hunting tools that the Campbell family used to tell fables about, and then tell her they can rid the world of everything bad, of course she’s gonna want that. And she’s gonna convince herself that the ends justify the (immoral and dangerous) means as long as no one will have to fear for their lives from a werewolf or a demon ever again. It is absolutely a decision that you, personally, can disagree with, but it makes perfect sense in-context of Mary’s experiences.

5.) Ok, so this one’s just a personal one, but I friggin’ LOVE the fact that Mary is a deeply flawed character. Why would you want her to be a Mary Sue? That’s incredibly boring writing. This show is sad and painful and fucked up–like, that’s the SHOW. Plus, Mary being imperfect casts a beautifully ironic and gorgeously uncomfortable shadow over the early seasons, especially Dean and John’s motivations and desires. Like that’s life, man. Disillusionment and complexity and growing older and learning you were wrong. That’s good stuff. 

6.) C’mon, guys, you know what’s gonna happen. You’ve been watching this show for 12 years. Something awful is going to happen because of her secrets and she’ll realize she made a terrible mistake. Sam and Dean will have to deal with this threat that will either be a huge Big Bad arc for this season or set up the next one. There will be lots of harsh words and tears and accusations of betrayal and there will be delicious conflict and drama. And then Mary will sacrifice herself to put things right, and there will be more delicious drama and guilt as Sam and Dean tell her how much they love her and have to say goodbye to her.

Are you really expecting anything else?