Are you someone who likes to send terrible things over anon to the people who least deserve it?
Well have I got a few nifty tactics for your next time!
Blush ( @dailyshinycutiefly ) and Chrysanthemum are standing near the Official Daily Pokémon Community Complaint/Negative Comment Box! Submit now and earn 100% of Blush’s wrath and 0% of Chrys’s Heal Pulse!
“Why, Chrysanthemun, that looks awfully like a trash can!”
Heck, it sure does because that’s where they belong~
If you just cannot bear to face the consequences of unapologetically doing bad things, I suggest you stop! It costs $0 to treat people like human beings after all.
(apwidfieswksasjz sorry I’m really heated over the continued surges of negativity in ask boxes)
WARNING. SMUT. WARNING. SMUT.
alright guys. I don’t know if I should do a part two or not so just message me and tell me what you think. This is my first time writing smut so please tell me what you think. I AM STILL TAKING REQUESTS. I NEED LOTS. SO PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS. SEND IN ONE SEND IN TWO. SEND IN 10. SEND IN AS MANY AS YOU WANT!! I had surgery yesterday and I need stuff to write about!!!
You walk into your first block class and saw your new English teacher standing there. What a hottie you thought he was. You never really got work done in that class because you were too busy dazing off and daydreaming about his good looks. Mr. Hemmings was his name. And you could never forget it. With a face like his and a body underneath all of his clothing that you desperately wanted to take off. You were snapped out of your day dream but your teacher tapping on your desk with his pencil. “Y/n! Did you do the homework?” He asked. You shuddered. “Um uh. What was it again?” He laughed at you. “You were suppose to get your progress report signed there honey.” My stomach fluttered when he called me honey. “Oh geez. I forgot I’m so sorry. I’ll bring it next class.” Your face began to get really hot and red. “Alright well I’m afraid I’ll have to give you a detention after school today. Naughty.” He whispered in your ear which sent chills through your whole entire body. He stood back up and winked at you. Did he really? Or were you just dreaming it? Most people wouldn’t be too thrilled with after school detention but you were very excited. The day began to go by faster and then the last block bell rang. You stood outside of Mr. Hemmings door scrolling through your Twitter feed and watching everyone go onto their busses or into their cars. Only your one friend, Emma knows how you feel about your teacher and how hot you think he is. She walked by you and pushed you gently. “Have fun in detention with hottie McGee. Call me and tell me the deats afterwards.” She winked and blew you a kiss. You just laughed and shook your head. You waited a couple more minutes for your teacher then he showed up and unlocked the door. “It’s just you and me” he said and pushed me through the door gently with his hand on my back. You bit your lip. “Take a seat.” He told you. “What am I suppose to do in detention when I have no homework. And I’m here for 2 hours.” He looked at you and stood up. “I don’t know what could you do? What could WE do?” He came over and placed his hands on your desk. “I uh I don’t know.” He walked to the door and locked it. You bit your lip again. “You bite your lip when you get nervous. Don’t you?” You nodded and looked down. “Alright. Which is worse? When your student has a sexual and physical attraction to you-” your eyes widened. “Or when the teacher has the attraction back for the student?” You didn’t know what to say. “How. Did. What. Emma. Oh my gosh.” He placed his finger over your mouth. “Shh. It’s okay.” He whispered in your ear. He walked away and pulled all the blinds down in the room. Then walked back to you. You didn’t know what to think in your head other than I’m going to have sex with my really hot teacher. He walked around your chair a couple times then stopped in front of you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you up out of your seat. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his right around your waist. “y/n. I see the way you look at me so don’t you dare try to tell me you don’t want this.” I wanted it so bad. More than he knew. “I do. Mr. Hemmings. Just I don’t know how old you are. ” you said and looked in his eyes. “I’m 22 and I know that you’re 20 because I had to review your college application. So I know that this is not okay. But at the same time 2 adults can have some fun time.” You just did I right then and there. You kissed him and he kissed you back. He put his hands under your butt and lifted you up making you swing your legs around his back. He stuck his tongue into your mouth which made you moan. The only thin you could think about was I’m really doing this with my college teacher. He began kissing down your neck. “Mr. Hemmings-” he stopped kissing your neck and put his finger over your lips. “It’s Luke. I’m not your teacher right now.” You smiled. He began kissing down your neck and undoing your shirt. You were wearing a black and pink lace bra. He squeezed your boobs through your bra. “Ohh. You don’t know what lace does to me y/n” he began taking off your bra and kissing your breasts. You ran your hand through his hair as you moaned. He stood up out of breath and kissed you. Your fingers fumbled over the buttons on his shirt and you began undoing his shirt. After you undid all the buttons he took it off. You broke the kiss looking down at Luke’s abs rubbing your fingers down them. You remembered how eager you were to get his clothes off in the beginning of class earlier. “Take your pants off Luke.” You told him. “So demanding.” He winked at you. “Don’t under estimate me Luke.” He went to kiss you again but you slipped down to your knees instead. You took off his boxers and ran your finger up his dick. You began to suck on his hard cock. He kept moaning. “Y/n. Holy fuck.” You made him cum and he began kissing you again. He then took off your pants and black lacey thong. “Y/n. Again with the lace babe. You don’t know what that does to me.” You two began kissing again and he pulled a condom out of him pocket and put it on his dick. He then shoved his penis inside of you thrusting making you moan. You both had hit your climax and he took his dick out of you. You couldn’t help but think about how good of sex that was. Probably the best sex of your life. “Maybe I should get detention more.” You told Luke. “Maybe I should give detention to you more.” He winked at you. You began to get dressed again and so did he. “Babe. Here’s my number. Maybe we could do something else other than just have sex.” You stomach fluttered. “Mr. Hemmings, are you asking me on a date?” You bit your lip. “I’m asking you whatever you want me to ask you.” He said and put his hands on your hips kissing you. “Well in that case, I will call you later.” You winked at him. You threw your hair in a messy ponytail. You kissed Luke and walked out the door and into your car thinking about how amazing that was and you began calling Emma to give her all the details.
So should I do a part 2 where they go on a date??? Please tell me whatcha think! Thanks for reading. Don’t forget to send in requests. Thanks, -Lizzy(:
Canon-friendly one-shot for season 6 that’s partially inspired by @siancore‘s post here, as well as, someone mentioning Rick going on a run for Michonne’s robe a few days ago [on the Richonne-Tumblr tag]. This is unabashedly-sexually-attracted-to-Michonne!Rick. So like, you know, pretty much canon!Rick, cause for real… What could have been innocent gets kind of sexy and then finally awkward.
Rick jogged down the steps, cuffing his sleeves as he called out, “Michonne!” He rounded the corner, eyes downcast as he focused on his shirt, yelling out, “I wanted to ask you…” His voice trailed off as he finally looked up, seeing her emerge from the bathroom, towel entirely too short wrapped around her body, droplets of water on her skin, her hair hidden in a towel turban.
Rick’s mouth was suddenly dry, partially open, as he took in this goddess of a woman. The white towel clung damply to her curves. He recalled her looking good in white. One leg was slightly bent, its foot delicately up slightly, demure-like. Rick exhaled, eyes traveling back up to her lovely face, dipped back down to her chest, then back up again. He cleared his throat.
“Daryl, Daryl and I, um…we’ll be back in time for dinner. I’ll make sure of it. Did you need anything in particular?”
Person A has PTSD from a past war, and the construction near their house forces them out everyday. They go to the library seeking silence, and continue to do so for months that follow. Person B is the librarian working in that library.