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anonymous asked:

The few times Cas is angry would be Dean's fav kinda sex cuz Cas would be grunting and growling and just overstimulating the fuck out of Dean.

Oh good lord.

🌟 Angel Cas will fuck him for literally hours! He makes sure Dean never gets too dry or too tender, but he has the stamina and power to just keep moving, in and out and in and out. Whenever this happens, there is a 95% chance of Dean crying from over stimulation. He tells Dean that he’s not finished with him yet. Dean loves every second of it.

🌟 Cas makes the most ridiculous noises. He pins Dean down to the bed with a hand at the small or his back and fucks into him, grunting with the force of it. If Dean moves in a way that Cas doesn’t want him to, Cas will growl at him, tell him stay put, to do as he’s told for once in his life. If Dean starts talking back, Cas will snarl at him to shut his fucking mouth.

🌟 Cas usually has a fist buried in Dean’s hair, needing some ounce of control in his life. Dean is more than happy to give this up to him, to surrender to Castiel fully, even if he’s not the one Cas is mad at. Cas needs a physical release, exertion of anger, and he is so blessed that Dean offers himself up.

🌟 Sometimes Cas will fuck him through orgasm after orgasm, ringing him dry. Sometimes Cas edges him, thrusting and grinding and rubbing for ever, until he lets himself come, and then Dean gets to come too. Sometimes, if he’s in a particularly foul mood, if something’s really plaguing him, Dean doesn’t get to come at all. He can wait for round two.

Cas is a filthy beast in the sack when he’s cross and Dean is lucky enough to bear the brunt of it.

anonymous asked:

Then how about Absol and their specific ability to appear just before disaster to warm everyone from it? And aliens freaking out every time, thinking they're bringing bad luck until one trainer with Absol just explain their nature? Idk, I just love Absol and I'd like to see one post about them.

Dexentry: Absol, The Disaster Pokémon. It senses coming disasters and appears before people only to warn them of impending danger. It appears when it senses an impending natural disaster. As a result, it was mistaken as a doom bringer. Rumored to sense disasters with its horn, it became a target. It fled deep into the mountains. Its life span is over a hundred years.


“and what does this thing do? slice is apart with its head-scythe?”

“i dont know, it has just been standing there, ominously”

“oh great! then i guess its observing us, memorizing our movements so it can pick us off one.by.one”

“do you have to be so pessimistic?”

Shut up! (Mojo Rawley/OFC)

Fandom: WWE

Rated: M for smut

While Gronk and Mojo are downstairs in the gym getting hyped for another match, Mojo’s girl is upstairs trying to sleep. When she finally has enough, she goes downstairs in nothing but Mojo’s old football jersey and tells them to shut up. Mojo is surprised and oddly turned on by his angry girlfriend.



“LETS GO MOJO! LETS GO!”

THWACK!

“GET HYPED! STAY HYPED!”

I lay in bed listening to my boyfriend and his friend Gronk get hyped for about an hour. Mojo had a big match tomorrow night, and Gronk was here to give Mojo his infamous hype up. Ever since they posted that one video on Instagram, this was a regular ritual for every big match. I wouldn’t mind it as much if they didn’t do it this late. Suddenly more yelling and another smack against Mojo’s chest echoed all the way upstairs. Trying to drown out the sound, I threw the blankets over my head, but it didn’t help. “Damn it, Mojo!” I groaned throwing the blankets off. Swinging my bare legs off the bed, I fixed Mojo’s jersey I was wearing and head downstairs.

The sound of their ritual was getting louder and louder the closer I got. Gronk and Mojo were screaming like crazy. I walked down the stairs to see both men jumping around screaming, “LETS GO BABY!!! LETS GO!!!” Their screaming was annoying, but the sight of my boyfriend shirtless wasn’t a bad view. All across Mojo’s chest was red marks from Gronk’s slaps, and his face was red from screaming. Finally I had enough, “HEY!!!” Both men stopped jumping around and looked at me standing on the stairs. Mojo’s eyes scanned my entire body, and his stance was tense from all his hype.

“Can you two shut up?!? I’m trying to sleep!!!” I growled.

Gronk took it upon himself to answer, “Sorry, girl, but we gotta get Mo-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah get Mojo hyped. I don’t mind that y'all do that, but not this fucking late!!!” I yelled.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Mojo said.

“Do you two have any idea what time it is?” I nearly yelled.

“Not really. We lost track of time,” Mojo answered almost sheepishly.

“Damn, girl. Chill out,” Gronk added.

I glared at him, “Just…ugh! I’m going to bed. Keep it down.”

As I headed upstairs, I heard them talking about something. I didn’t pay any attention to it because I was fuming. Throwing myself onto the bed, I didn’t bother to throw the covers on my body. Off in the distance, a door opened and closed followed by the sound of heavy footfall walking towards the bedroom. “Baby?” Mojo asked as he walked. I didn’t answer. I just rolled onto my side. I heard him shuffle around before he spoke again, “Have I ever told you how hot you are when you’re angry?” His voice sounded strained, and I turned over and saw his tense form standing at the end of the bed.

My eyes ran over his muscles all the way down to the giant bulge in his sweat pants. I had to admit he was incredibly hot right now, but I was still angry, “I’m still mad at you.”

“I know, baby,” Mojo said.

I could tell he wanted to ask for something, but he kept quiet. The thought of having angry sex with my hot, sweaty, and hyped boyfriend sounded great. The dirty thoughts wouldn’t stop and Mojo’s heavy breathing were wearing me down. “Oh fuck it!” I said jumping up and throwing myself on him. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck. Our lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Mojo groaned into my mouth as I gripped his neck tighter. Mojo shoved me up against a wall and started to grind his hard against my core. I moaned and gasped as he sucked on my neck. “You know we were live streaming when you came down there,” he groaned, “All my fans saw how sexy you looked in my jersey.”

“What they say?” I asked before I moaned.

“They thought you were sexy as hell,” he growled, jealousy in his voice.

One of his hands came up and grabbed my breast. “You’re my girl! Ain’t nobody allowed to say shit like that about you!“ he growled. “Oh my god just shut up and fuck me!” I moaned. Mojo suddenly threw me on the bed and practically tore the jersey and my panties off. I saw a wet patch on the front of his sweats where he had been grinding against my soaked panties. I watched Mojo grab his dick through his sweats, and I involuntarily rubbed my thighs together. His hands roughly spread my legs apart, and he quickly kneeled down until his mouth was over my pussy. “You’re hot when you’re mad!” he growled. I arched my hips up closer to his mouth, but he held my hips down before taking a long lick up my core.

“You suck!” I whined as he teased me.

“And you swallow,” he smirked.

He started to eat me out faster, making my back arch off the mattress. Mojo’s calloused fingers gripped tightly to my thighs to keep my legs open. “C’mon, baby. Cum for me,” he groaned. His beard scratched my skin as he sucked on my clit, sending me over the edge. “Mojo!” I whined. He licked me until I was squirming with over-stimulation. I watched as he pulled away, licking his lips and messing with his sweats. I sat up, impatience and need fueling my actions, and pulled his sweats down. “No time for that,” he growled shoving me down. Mojo laid on top of me and snapped his hips roughly against me. I cried out feeling him stretch me, and I dug my nails into his back.

“You still mad at me?” he panted.

“God yes!” I growled.

Mojo started moving at a rapid pace making me moan and cry out in pleasure. My fingers dug into his tense back muscles, “C'mon you can do better than tha-AH SHIT!” One hand gripped the back of his neck while the other held his flexing bicep as he sped his pace up and pounded into me harder. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re like this, baby!” I moaned. He suddenly picked me up and pinned me against the wall. My back ached from it hitting the hard surface, but I didn’t care. He fucked me deeper, and I thought I was about to fall apart. “That better?” he growled. My nails dug into his biceps as I gasped and moaned like a pornstar. Mojo’s hand suddenly came up and pulled my hair, exposing my neck for him to suck and bite on.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum again!” I cried.

“Not yet you ain’t!” he groaned as he stopped moving.

I whined in protest, “Mojo! Please baby.”

I tried to move my hips for me friction, but he held me still, “I thought you were still mad at me?” I could feel the smirk pressed against my neck, satisfied with himself that he was winning, “Say you love me, and I’ll let you cum.” I groaned in frustration followed by a whine of need. “Please baby,” I whined, urging him to move. Mojo shook his head no, “Nuh uh, baby. Say you love me.” I might have been mad at him for keeping me up, but I couldn’t be mad at him forever. “Alright. I love you, baby,” I finally said. He smirked as he suddenly began to pound into me senselessly, “AH FUCK!”

The sound of his grunts and moans in my ear pushed me closer and closer back to the edge which I was dying to fall over. I wrapped my arms around his neck and forced his lips against mine in a rough kiss. He bit down on my lip, causing a moan to escape me. Suddenly, I felt myself shudder around him and scream my release into his mouth. Sucking on my lips and pounding into me, Mojo helped me ride out the rest of my high. Releasing my mouth from his, I felt him suddenly pick up again, “My turn.” A smirk was plastered across his face as he worked on his own orgasm.

I moaned and whined as he moved at a fast pace. It was almost so pleasurable it was torture from how sensitive I was from my previous release. “Cmon, daddy. Cum for me,” I urged, raking my nails down his muscular back. “AH F-FUCK!” he came inside me and pressing me more into the wall. His mouth kissed the side of my neck as he panted and held completely still against me. I held his head close to me letting him relax. Mojo suddenly pulled out, picked me off the wall, and walked to the bed. My back met the soft bed as he set me down, and the mattress dipped as he laid down, wrapping his arms around me.

Laying my head on his chest, I heard him sigh in satisfaction, “We should have angry sex more often.” I giggled, “Keep me up at ten o'clock at night, and we might.”

“I’m sorry we annoyed you, baby. I’ll stop getting hyped,“ he apologized.

“No, don’t stop being hyped! That’s the only reason I’m dating you!” I teased.

“Oh, so you’re only with me so you can ride the hype train, is that it?” he teased.

I laughed and hit his sweaty chest, “Yup!”

We both laughed as he laid on his side to look at me, “I love you, and I’ll keep it down in the middle of the night. Unless we’re fucking. In that case, Imma be loud as hell.” I just laughed and pecked his lips, “I love you too.”

So Chloe tells him she knows who is really is, she tells him also she’s pretty sure Hector killed both victims because of the blowtorch in his trunk while she actually knows, and Lucifer knows she knows, his mother committed the first murder. She’s covering for him, but she knows Chet’s death wasn’t via blowtorch.
She also actually called him to have him come to the station to mojo answers out of someone. It’s the first time, I think, she actually asks him to do his thing?
So she definitely knows more than she lets on, right? right?

So today was one of those rare occasions where I felt incredibly attractive and actually looked decent when I went out for the day, and on top of that I got my two rings I ordered a month ago. They (almost) match the rings in that one dream I had a while back (which I’m still making illustrations for) and now my look is complete.

Repost this and tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

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Name: Joseph

 Nicknames: Joe, Mr. J,  Ninja, 

 Birthday:  June 26th 1993 (Cancer!)

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Height: 5’ 11"

Favorite Color: Navy Blue

Time and date at current moment: 11:51 AM 11/29/2014

Average hours of sleep: 5-6 weekdays,7-8 weekends

Lucky number: 3

Last thing I googled: Cinemark Tinsletown ( to look at movie times)

First word that comes to mind:  song

One place that makes me happy: In an amusement park on a nice summer day

How many blankets I sleep under: 2-3

Favorite Fictional Character: Nico Robin from One Piece

Animation: *brain explodes* If we’re talking anime, Im going with One Piece. If we’re talking movie, I’m going with Big hero 6

TV Show: Dont watch tv that much now, but I loved watching scrubs while I was in high school. 

Favorite Beverage: Vanilla Coke

Food: Either cheeseburgers, or Meatball subs

Last movie I’ve seen in cinemas: Big Hero 6 bah-a-la-la-la!

Dream holiday:  A warm leisurely day on the beach in Rio de Janeiro during the day, and then see the Carnival festivities at night. 

Dream wedding: Getting the romantic out of me I see, alright then. A warm fall day, where the colors on the trees have changed, but it’s not too cold and well before the trees start setting off everyones allergies. The wedding ceremony would take place outside among the trees. It would be nice day, no rain, everything goes smoothly all the way through past the reception. 

Dream job: Working for either Pixar, Dreamworks, or Riot Games as an animator, voice actor, and or writer. 

Those I would love to know more about: cheesecake-narwhal, poppunkdethan, myheartofchaos, visexuality, fallentrinitydawn, godtrilladoe, cheskasmagicshire, linfont, its-jade-not-jadey, genelleaimee

Forgive me if I chose you and you don’t actually know me, I have a very small follower list. 

Good Deed #1 // Closed RP with @anothermanicmojo

Yuh oh.

Blossom had been making her after-school rounds in downtown Townsville, using her time for volunteering, just as she always did. And she’d stumbled upon an excellent opportunity to do some good. A very excellent opportunity. A really, really great opportunity to do some virtuous, moral, honest good goodness. And it wasn’t just regular, ordinary good. This was gooder than good (even though she knew ‘gooder’ wasn’t even proper English)! This was the coup de grace of good! This was a matter of life and death!

And it was something that she couldn’t help with. Darn.

If she’d been in any other situation, she’d have called it a day and given up. Sometimes there just wasn’t a way to solve a problem with one’s limited resources. Well, there was one resource that she knew she had. And there was one evil, villainous, nefarious, diabolical villain that she knew who owned it. …she just didn’t know if he would actually let her use it.

She flew around and into one of the nearby alleyways and looked down at her wrist communicator, pressing the button on it to call Mojo. Ooh, he better answer her. She hoped that he wasn’t doing anything too important this afternoon. If she was going to get this good deed done quick, him answering her call was imperative.