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Take The Trade: Part 1

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 2,836


A/N: big fuckin thanks to the girls for encouraging me to finish this and being super supportive. i’ve been working on this for the longest time and it’s finally here, so enjoy mother fuckers x x


Originally posted by gabalecki

I throw the phone onto the couch, groaning in annoyance and stomping my feet like a child as I wander to the kitchen, huffing once more to catch Dylan’s attention. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his back still turned to me as he assorted popcorn and candy into different plastic tubs.

My shoulders slouch and I climb onto the island, crossing my legs and pulling an unsatisfied face. “Everyone’s busy, they can’t make it.” I grumble under my breath with furrowed eyebrows. Friday night was game night, everyone came over to my place to eat junk food, play stupid board games and get completely wasted. But, everyone decided they’d be busy this week, which couldn’t have been any more inconvenient.

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A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1633

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Smut, Language, thigh riding, sex and mentions of the thighs of betrayal.

A/N: This is for @emilyevanston‘s Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Writing Challenge! Congrats on 1 year and 2k followers my dear!

Prompt: Powerful Thighs


Originally posted by marga-r

“Cause of death,” you whispered to Natasha, making her snort.

You took another bite of your cereal and watched Bucky walk over to the refrigerator. He opened the door and reached in, grabbing a water. You and Nat both barely held in groans when he tipped it back and took long pulls from the bottle, the muscles in his throat working vigorously.

He had been down in the gym with Steve. He hadn’t hit the shower yet so his chest was gloriously bare, sweat still clinging to his skin. The gray gym shorts he was wearing were hanging low on his hips, a peak of his black underwear visible. The sweat on his legs were making his shorts stick to his thighs.

That is the cause of death you had been referring to.

When you had entered the gym a half an hour ago to retrieve your hairbrush that you left in the shower room, Bucky had been doing squats. You had frozen in place as you watched the muscles in his back bunch with every movement. His shorts had stretched tight across his firm ass and had ridden halfway up his thighs. The muscles were straining as he bent deep, the weights on the barbell across his shoulders staying parallel.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Akira, what about a 4'9" girl? Though I have to warn you I have a bit of sassy and a temper. But, it doesn't mean I can't be sweet. 😉

‘Let’s see how much your cute little body can take before I break it.~’


Bones in some stereotypical southern attire that @adenil-umano and @logicheartsoul requested! I dont even know but it came out 3000000 times better than I expected???

Go check this (better quality print) out on my Redbubble!

His || Jungkook || 0.16

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Pan Jinlian [潘金蓮] is a protagonist in the Chinese classic novel Jin Ping Mei (The Plum in the Golden Vase), and a minor character in the Water Margin, another classic. A well-known figure in Chinese culture, she represents the quintessential adulterous wife, and has become the patron goddess of brothels and prostitutes.

Pan Jinlian was the wife of Wu Dalang, whose younger brother, Wu Song, eventually became one of the major marsh rebels and a most memorable hero. While Wu Song was a handsome, stout and tall young man, Wu Dalong was an unsightly dwarf, making a living by peddling bread. Pan Jinlian, young, beautiful and graceful, was always jeered by neighbors as “a flower planted in a cow’s dung.”

Pan, dissatisfied with her marriage, has an extramarital affair with Ximen Qing, a handsome womanizer in town. Wu Dalang learns of the affair, but Pan and Ximen murder him by adding poison to his food. They bribe the coroner to conceal the true cause of his death. Wu Song grows suspicious of his brother’s death and carries out his own investigations to eventually discover the truth. Wu Song takes the law into his own hands in revenging his brother after his failure to bring the case to a corrupt court: he slays Pan Jinlian and her lover.

༺ in the open ✧ bella hadid

❝ and oh — did she quiver with anticipation at the excitement that may ensue. ❞


The wind fell short as we shuffled into the nearly vacant bus, digits curled around the dark handle of my suitcase as I haphazardly trailed behind Bella. Despite the only other occupants being a gentle elder woman nose deep in a classic piece of text and the impatient driver glaring at us ( as if somehow that would get us to move any faster ), she still found her way to the very back, her own luggage settled in the chair up front. I quickly copied her actions, finding my way right by her side; no space found as the heat of her exposed thigh pressed up against mine. 

And with that, the hour and a half long trip began, droopy eyelids settling and headphones gently playing in one ear while Bella made minuscule observations of the passing landscape into the other. It was serene, really. Watching the way the sun shone against her porcelain skin and captured the very essence of her smile. She was my best friend, and she was beautiful. 

It was about a third into the trip that I had felt it. The back of a smooth palm gently brushing against my kneecap, a spurt of shivers instantly following in reply. My head snapped to attention, eyebrows furrowing curiously in both question and caution; what exactly was she attempting to go for? 

My gaze quickly averted to the grand rearview mirror in the very front of the bus; as if terrified the bus driver had noticed that. But what could he have noticed? A girl accidentally bumping into another in the most innocent sense? It was innocent, wasn’t it? 

And that’s all I presumed it to be— innocent. So I went back into my own world, eyelids drooping in an eager attempt to find my way into sleep. 

However, no more than five minutes could’ve passed before I felt that same feeling. Her skin against mine; this time, more bold. She gently pushed my legs open, her digits curiously traveling against the flesh of my inner thigh; a trail of goosebumps following in her wake. My eyes shot open, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. 

“Bels, what are ya doing, darling?” I mutter, daring to meet her gaze. 

“I’m… experimenting, you could call it.” She replies, so matter of fact and final yet holding that same coquettish lilt it always did. Her eyes, bright and seductive, were darker than usual, a deep shade I’d yet to discover before this moment. It could only be classified as lust. 

And in that moment, our lips encountered one another, the smell of strawberry chapstick infiltrating my senses. My eyes widened in shock, and for a moment I can’t necessarily process just what’s happened. But within seconds, I melt into it, our lips molding for a second before pulling away. The bus driver doesn’t even notice. 

Of course, I feel the need to mention it anyway. 

“Bella, we’re on a bus.” I chastise, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as my fingers grazed over my lips. I can’t shake off the overwhelming sensation of wanting more, vying for that renewed feeling of how soft she felt against me. All the meanwhile, her fingers stay teasingly at my inner thigh, phantoms of patterns gently painted. 

“That’s why it’s exciting.” She answers lowly, and I can feel a shiver run down my spine. I want to throw caution to the wind, I do, but my inhibitions are fighting me. Yet, I feel it, that heat pooling between my legs. She so easily had an effect on me with the simplest of touches. But it was the way she looked, and the tone of her voice, and g o d, her fingers on my thigh. 

“We shouldn’t…” I protest, weak; halfhearted. She simply chuckles, her head dipping down to press against the exposed skin of my shoulder. I can feel her teeth sinking into it, harsh in the most pleasurable sense, her fingers growing closer to where I want them with every second that agonizingly passed. 

My breath grew so shallow in such a short amount of time, and I was unsure if I was shaking out of the sheer anticipation of her touching me, or by the fact that at any second, someone could notice; whether the driver or the old lady, it didn’t matter. But I knew one thing: I was shaking because of how I didn’t care. 

Because at this exact moment, I knew I could keep trying to get her to stop. To say it’s wrong, to say we’ll get caught. But I didn’t want her to. I wanted to unravel for the aspiring supermodel next to me, melt into the way her chocolate tresses framed the porcelain skin of her picturesque face as she sucked on my skin, cerulean gaze darkened with lust as they stared at me. 

My breath hitched in my throat when she finally grazed her fingers against the practically sheer lace of my panties, gripping onto the back of the seat in front of me haphazardly.

“Oh.” I whispered shakily— not necessarily expecting how overwhelming that had been. The cold of her hand against the heat of my aching cunt was enough to send another gush right into my panties.

“Are you already so wet for me, baby?” She teases, pulling away from my shoulder. I can see the dark marks forming already. She soothes it with one last kiss, her fingers rubbing at my cunt through the fabric of my panties; my hips bucking into her hand desperately. I don’t know why I needed this so much. Why the thought of my best friend getting me off inside a bus made me so damn turned on. 

“So wet.” I reply shakily, barely able to spit it out through the shallowness of my breaths. 

“Tell me how bad you want my fingers inside you. Tell me how tight you are.”

“I want it so bad. I want to drench your fingers in my cum. You can make me feel so good. Please, p l e a s e. Please put…” I have to pause momentarily as her fingers apply a slight pressure against my throbbing clit. Close my eyes and enjoy it. But as soon as I stop talking, her fingers stop moving. So I continue. 

“… put your fingers deep in my pussy, Bels. I’ll wrap around them like a good girl, ride your fingers and let you stretch me out while you watch. Whisper your name. Let my cum stain these bus seats.” 

“You’re so eager, aren’t you?” And she relents. Finally. My panties pushed to the side, a single finger slipping in. It’s not enough. Not nearly. And it’s so slow. Painfully slow. I want more. So much more. 

“Don’t tease.” 

“Don’t be greedy.” She coos, her finger curling up and hitting my sweet spot as if I remind me she has complete control of the situation. That I never even had it for a second. 

My hips rock against her hand desperately, aching for it. For her to pound into me, for the sound of her fingers pumping into my slick little cunt to fill my ears but not the bus, for that release. 

“Please.” My fingers grip onto the bus seat, free hand digging nails into her shoulder; nearly breaking skin. It’s almost too much teasing. All the anticipation built up so much, I could explode right here, right now, without her doing any more than this. 

“Three, please. My pussy n e e d s it.” I practically beg, my voice coming out in a low whine. Bella’s teeth sink into her bottom lip, slipping in two other fingers. It stretches me, pain and pleasure in a beautiful mix as I let out a low moan without meaning to. Bella’s hand slams over my mouth to silence me, and I see a glint in her eyes. 

It’s mischievous. 

Without giving me time to adjust, she begins to pound into me, and I can see my juices sliding everywhere. Down my thighs, onto her hand, the bus seat. I’m fighting to throw my head back in pleasure. To know that Bella of all people was showing my poor little cunt no mercy, curling up into my sweetest spot and ramming into it without a second thought was enough to get me off, and to have the actual feeling of that occurring added onto it left me on the verge of tears the the pleasure, every inch of my body shaking with excitement. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” I whimper out, my hips jerking against her hand sloppily. 

“It feels so good.” 

“Oh, right there!”

“Oh, just like that Bella!” 

I can’t seem to shut up. Every part of my brain is telling me to scream out as I approach my climax, as Bella pounds into my little pussy. I’m so close I can taste it. I’m so close, my chest heaving up and down rapidly in pleasure as I bounce against Bella’s fingers, my gaze never leaving hers. 

Her thumb kneads my clit encouragingly, clockwise circles creating stars in my vision as it throbs with each round she makes. 

“Cum for me, baby.” She purrs, so sweet and seductive simultaneously; and I do. 

I let it all go, a silent scream escaping. My mouth wide open, my back arched off the seat, my nails so deep in Bella’s shoulder it draws blood. All while she continues to fuck me through it, never seeming to let loose. 

My toes curl and my eyes squeeze shot, entire body shaking with the overwhelming pleasure. It feels like a lifetime. 

Only once I come down from it all does she slip out of me, though my legs stay spread as she brings up her fingers to her lips, sucking it in and licking up every last inch of my cum. 

“So sweet.” She moaned, popping her fingers out. 

“I wonder what it would taste like directly from the source.” 

༺ Hi, guys! It’s been way too long since I’ve written, but I got so much inspiration to write this, and I thought of no one better to restart my blog with than my baby Bella. I hope you all continue to support me as I start fresh, and that you enjoyed this smut. Much love, Julietta.

My aesthetic: odd socks paired with cosy pyjamas, with a sweater with paint stains on top, a messy topknot with curls cascading over my bare but moisturised face. Paintbrushes and camera in each hand. My cat follows me all around. Rain drizzles against the window pane as I do a charcoal sketch, the dust gathering underneath my nails to combine into a constellation in the galaxies of paint splatters on my hands.

If you’re a Christian you’re going to offend people at some point. They’re going to hate you, mock you, make false accusations about you, and persecute you. It’s not a matter of “if” it’s going to happen, only “when”.

If your first priority is to please people and not God, you need to reevaluate your priorities and ask yourself if you really are saved. Human beings are not who you are going to answer to when your life is over, God is.

John 15:18

If the world hates you, remember that it hated me first.

Matthew 5:11

God blesses you when people mock you and persecute you and lie about you and say all sorts of evil things against you because you are my followers.

Mark 8:35

For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me and for the gospel will save it.

something happened to you (jughead jones x reader)


pairing: jughead jones x reader

word count: 1579

request: could i request a riverdale scenario where jughead is in some dangerous situation (related to jason’s kiler perhaps (; ) and the reader is freaking out about it,, they find each other and maybe he got injured or something but everything is mostly ok aha,, something v v angsty but ends sweet and romantic and fluffy??? thank you so much haha i live for angst and danger and cuteness <3

You and Jughead knew you were close to catching Jason’s killer.

Unfortunately, someone else did too. And whoever else this person was, they were determined to make sure that you didn’t find out.

“What does it say, (Y/N)?” Jughead prodded you for the millionth time today, leaning against the locker door behind you.

You focused on re-arranging the notebooks in your locker, trying not to look Jughead in the eye. If you did, you knew he would probably easily coerce you into giving him answers. “Nothing. It doesn’t say anything.”

“(Y/N)… Why won’t you tell me?” Jughead grabbed your arm pulling you away from your locker and closing it with his other hand, making you look at him. He stared into your eyes intensely, and you tucked in your lips, willing yourself not to open them, and looked down at your shoes.

Jughead knew what you were doing, and brought a finger up under your chin, making you look up at him. “(Y/N)… is someone threatening you?”

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Yugyeom (M)

Originally posted by got7hoe

“Yugyeom, no come on lets go get some food!” You lazily exclaimed as he once again dragged you to the dance practice room after being in the studio all day with the others. 

“We’ll just be here for bit okay?” He replied with a soft, fluffy smile as he opened the door to the large, dimly lit practice room. With your hand interlaced with his, he pulled into the room; closing the door behind the two of you. 

You stood there, trying to hide the smirk on your face as you felt his dagger like gaze, “What Oppa?” You playfully snapped, your cheeks blushed furiously as he kept his eyes fixated on you. 

The honorific brought a honey-sweet smile to his face, “Practice with me, Jagi..” He hummed as he quickly pranced one to the speaker; plugging the aux cord into his phone, their song ‘Never Ever’ suddenly subtly blasted through the speakers. 

“Yah!” You giggled in protest, shaking your head. “I barely know the choreography for the chorus, you know that!” 

Yugyeom snickered as he fought back his teasing little grin, reaching out for your hand again- he laced his fingers with yours, “It’s okay, babygirl.” He cooed, pulling you against him once more. “Just follow my lead okay?” 

With a defeated nod you silently agreed, then began following his slow steps. 
As the song progressed, you quickened your speed; finally being able to keep up with Mr. Hit The Stage. 

Once the song ended, you attempted to steady your breathing as Yugyeom walked over to his phone changing the song. “Another?” You airily giggled. 

Walking over to you, having not even broken a sweat he smiled down at you. “Come on..” He purred, running his hand up and down your back, “You know this one, don’t worry.” 

Jooyoung - Wet, slowly flowed out of the speakers- the song automatically seemed to speak the two of you. 
Gripping your hips, your boyfriend pulled you in front of him; your ass pressed against his clothed member as you swayed your hips from side to side, reaching your arms up, loosely dangling them around his neck. 

You could hear his discrete heavy breathing as the electricity between the two of you, ignited a flame inside you. His hand slowly trailed down your inner thigh, grazing you clothed heat ever so slightly. Instinctively a small, needy whimper escaped your parted lips. 

“Do you want me, babygirl?” He purred, his hands travelling up to the waistband of your leggings; teasingly tugging at them. 

Licking your lips, you roughly nipped at your lower lip. “Yes, Oppa..” You sung, a needy whimper followed your response his hand slid down your leggings; his long fingers lightly traced along your wet slit. 

A faint, airy chuckle flowed out of him as your essence coated his fingers, “You’re always so ready for me, aren’t you jagi?” He lowly growled beside your ear. 
His fingers began to tease your wanting entrance, drawing out your adorable whimpers. 

You’re breathing became heavier before, the way he made you feel was unlike anything else. “Op-Oppa..” You sweetly mewled out as he continued his teasing assault, diving his fingers deeper into every so often. You’re moans grew louder no matter how much you tried to fight it, “The others.. “ You said weakly, completely unable to finish your sentence. 

“The others what, jagi?” He purred, grinning at how fast he could make you needy little mess. 

“They’re still here..” You finally uttered out in between your continuous moaning, “What- What if they hear?” 

“Shhh..” Yugyeom cooed, diving his fingers deeper into you while sinking down to the wooden floor, bring you down with him. Laying you on your back, he swiftly pulled your leggings down to your mid thighs then continued pumping his digits in and out of you. “Let them hear..” He growled, curling his fingers to perfect hit your most sensitive spot, “I want them to hear how good I make you feel princess.” 
He continued finger fucking you, crawling over your weak frame; placing tantalizing kisses from the base of your neck down to the valley between your breasts. 

“Moan for me jagiya.. Moan my name.” 

“Let them know that I’m the only one that can make you feel so fucking good.”

Ari Crushes It at Her Golf Outing

Three posts in one night? Whaaaaaat?? 

Yep! These images are all from yesterday - Wednesday (8/9/2017). It was the day of my annual company golf outing. I believe I did a post last year describing how I skipped the golfing (was out of the loop a bit from the office as a full time work from home employee, so I did not join a golf team) but went to the dinner celebration afterwards. This year, I participated in the whole sha-bang!

First, I needed to figure out a sporty golf outfit. I do not own a golf skirt and came up empty at my local Goodwill and Ross stores (still trying to watch my spending). So.. I went with my lucky pink top and yoga pants since it was supposed to be a fairly cool and beautiful day (80 degrees, mostly sunny and a light breeze). 

^ I wore some white and pink socks, because it was going to be a sweaty day! ^

^ Let’s load up Ari’s clubs and head to the course! ^

^ A quick adjustment to get my hair out of the way in the clubhouse locker room^

^ Half-way through the course, my team took a bathroom break. (Sweaty Ari) ^

I was having a great time. I was playing with two of the guys from my team, one of them is an old friend of mine from college who is now our Director. There was a member of IT support who rounded out our team. It was a best ball tourney and we ended up using 6 of my drives out of 18 holes! Also, I finished up one hole with a great chip shot and put-in all on my own. I have not golfed that well in .. well maybe ever. I think it has something to do with being less stressed and more confident. Golf is such a mind game more than a skill game ;)

While we were golfing, I did use the women’s tees. However, for my drives, I was using a 3-iron the whole night. I figured if anyone made a stink about me (a transgender woman) using the women’s tees then I would both say to them, “you know we lose a ton of muscle mass on HRT, right? - And besides, I used an iron for all of my drives!” (I was being ridiculous though to worry about it because it never came up). Now, had I won a contest, such as closest to the pin, longest put, or longest drive.. then there might have been someone saying something. They had categories for men and women for those, but alas I did not beat out anyone for those. Again, lesson learned that I make more out of “what could happen” in my mind then what ever “actually does happen.” Prior to signing up for the golf outing I thought about all of this stuff and kept thinking about it, even though I was able to convince myself to signup anyway.

Another nice thing that happened was a photographer came by while we were golfing and took our team photo. He was an older gentlemen from our company that I have actually known for years, but he “introduced himself” to me and boy was he taking me all in with his eyes. A little off-putting but still it boosts my confidence a bit when things like that happen. I did not explain to him that we used to know each other, I just shook his hand and said “It is nice to meet you.” He actually stayed at our hole to watch us complete our hits. I was last to hit and my Director was away with the golf cart looking for his ball. After I hit, the photographer offered to drive me back to the rest of the group with his cart. He asked my last name and we talked about how we are both of polish descent. ;)

My team came together very well and we performed respectably. We were not going to win this thing, we knew that.. but we had a blast. My Director actually bought me a Black Cherry Mike’s Hard Lemonade, after I had already had one of my own. Those things are strong so I was feeling pretty good by the time we were done ;) ;)

With the course completed.. it was time for a wardrobe change… That’s right! I came prepared!

Not too bad for cleaning up with baby wipes and a little re-application of makeup!

While at the after-party, I again experienced more ‘introductions’..  “I don’t think we’ve met.. “ - became the theme of the night when I knew pretty much everyone there already. Honestly, I felt so validated and happy (maybe that was partly the hard lemonade). I had several other people offer to get me a drink, but I had to drive so I politely declined.

It was a wonderful, wonderful day!

I just want to encourage my followers that are transitioning to keep fighting back against that voice in your head that tries to talk you out of doing things and experiencing life the way you should.. it will almost never be even close to as bad as you imagine and it may be way.. waaaay better than you imagine!