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SKAM S04E06 Clip 5 - Let’s go bitches

ISAK: Hello.

SANA: Hi.

EVEN: Hi, Sana.

ISAK: Where did you see it last?

EVEN: I don’t know. I think it’s in the bed, but I can’t find it. I’m sorry I’m stressing. I have to make it to work on time for once.

SANA: What a nice place.

ISAK: Thank you. Snooped around flea markets and picked out the cheapest stuff.

EVEN: You call that snooping?

ISAK: Yeah, I guess it’s that. Took the first -

EVEN: We were able to get quite a lot of stuff.

ISAK: Huh?

EVEN: We were able to get quite a lot of stuff.

ISAK: Yeah.

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First Scene of Supergirl Season Three

needs to go something like this (of course it won’t but hey listen, that’s why we have fan fic and hiatuses to amuse ourselves with. Also disclaimer this was entirely for kicks and giggles and far from my best writing, so just have as much fun and amusement with it as I did and we’ll all be okay).

[camera pans over National City; sunrise with soft jazzy music and the sounds of two women softly – not pornographically [this is an episode, not my fics, damnit] – moaning and whispering each other’s names]

[camera sweeps into Alex Danvers’s surprisingly well-lit bedroom, finding clothes all over the floor and Alex laying on top of Maggie, blanket over them both but showing enough to know that they’re not exactly dressed and ready for the day. They’re both smiling as they make out passionately, but soft and slow and somewhat sleepily]

Alex: I love you, Maggie Sawyer.

Maggie: [sighing deeply into their kiss, one hand in Alex’s somehow redder, somehow curlier, hair, one hand under the covers on Alex’s waist] I love you too, Alex Danvers – 

[a sharp, eager rap on the door. Both women laugh and groan at the same time, Alex putting her forehead down to touch Maggie’.]

Maggie: And I love your sister, Danvers, but can’t she just meet you at Noonan’s instead of uh – 

Kara [from outside the door]: I can hear and see the both of you, you know.

Alex [laughing as she kisses Maggie again and tosses on a long t-shirt, since Maggie’s stolen most of her regular-sized ones, and a pair of jeans and boots]: Why do you even bother knocking then, Kara?

Kara [enters the apartment with her hand over her squeezed-shut eyes and in my mind there’s a studio audience cheering her arrival okay getting out of genre now whoopsadasie]: It’s faster to fly her there, Maggie, you know what traffic’s been like since the invasion.

Maggie [a t-shirt freshly on, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and touching the small of Alex’s back as she strides to hug Kara good morning]: That I do. In that case, no chance you want to drop me off at the precinct, is there?

Kara and Alex [together, both beaming]: It’s a sister thing!

Maggie [beaming back at her Danvers girls as she tugs on jeans and boots, grabbing her gun and a banana from the counter]: I know it is, I’m just teasing. But babe, I am late, I gotta go. See you both tonight at James’s, right?

Kara: Game Night is back!

Alex: Yesss.

Maggie [softly]: I love you, Ally.

[They kiss with enthusiasm, and Kara diligently looks anywhere other than her sister and Maggie, but she’s smiling. As Alex says she loves Maggie too and touches her face one more time before Maggie leaves, we may get a glimpse of something shiny on her left hand, but we’re left tantalizingly unsure]

Kara [as Maggie leaves through the door and Kara and Alex head for the window]: All these months and you still look struck with a love ray every time.

Alex [clearly pleased]: Pfft. Love ray.

[Kara scoops her up with one arm and they fly to Noonan’s, re-establishing Season One patterns of interaction and pacing and a little thing called emphasis on the Danvers Sisters]

Summary of Happy Wheels with Tyler & Josh
  • Tyler: Should we tell them that we’re laying on the same bed together?
  • Josh: Say we’re on a couch or something
  • -----
  • Josh: Come on Sven
  • Tyler: Use your glutes!
  • Josh & Tyler: Nooo
  • [Sven and Spencer die]
  • Josh: Are they okay?
  • -----
  • Tyler: Can I just point out that Sven is doing fantastic?
  • Josh: So good. Look at that
  • [Sven gets decapitated]
  • Tyler & Josh: Ooohhh
  • -----
  • Tyler: Look at the agility
  • -----
  • Josh: I actually had a job on a cruise ship, and uh--
  • [Sven and Spencer fall and Spencer dies. Sven is still alive but trapped]
  • Tyler: Unbelievable
  • Josh: Oh, dude
  • Tyler: He’s good, he’s good. We’re good
  • Josh: How are we gonna get outta there?
  • Tyler: We’re good. Just--
  • [Sven falls and dies]
  • Tyler & Josh: Oohh
  • Tyler: You know that’s a quality car seat
  • -----
  • Josh: I had a job on a cruise ship and you wouldn’t--you wouldn’t know this, but um--
  • [Spencer falls down a chute]
  • Josh: Uh--woah. There goes--there goes Spenc--
  • [Spencer comes flying up]
  • Josh: WHAT
  • -----
  • [Spencer flings off of the bike and goes flying up a chute]
  • Josh & Tyler laughing
  • -----
  • Tyler: Are you stuck?
  • [Sven pedals and gets back up]
  • Tyler: Oh, no you’re not, because you know why? Sven gets himself out of situations
  • -----
  • Tyler: What’s back here? Behind me?
  • Josh: I don’t know, try and back up
  • [Sven and Spencer back up. Spencer shoots up and explodes]
  • Tyler & Josh: WOAH
  • [Red bits come flying down like confetti]
  • Tyler: Is all that Spencer?
  • -----
  • [Sven tries riding up a hill to the finish line with one leg]
  • Tyler: Yeah, you know what that is called? Perseverance
  • -----
  • [Sven lies on the ground, headless and bleeding, while Spencer casually sits on his car seat]
  • Josh: See now is the time when Spencer needs to just like--
  • Tyler: Step up
  • Josh: Step it up
  • -----
  • Tyler: Dude, get on the bed! There’s plenty of room--I mean couch. I mean, we’re on a couch. We’re sitting on a couch, we’re not laying on a bed in our underwear. We’re actually at the pool
  • Josh: Yeah
  • Tyler: With like three other chicks
  • Josh: Yeah, there’s tons of chicks here. Gosh, they’re so good looking too. I’m attracted to them
  • Tyler: They’re really quiet
  • Josh: Well yeah, they’re like...eating
  • -----
  • [Sven has like three arrows sticking out of his butt while Spencer sits in his seat, behind his dead father]
  • Tyler: Poor Spencer watched his dad go in a very...honourable way
  • -----
  • [Sven is dead and headless. Spencer has an arrow in his lower back. Sign reads "Nice! Keep going!"]
  • Tyler: Nice
  • Josh: Nice. Um...
  • Tyler: Keep going
  • -----
  • Tyler: Dude, did you just burp?
  • Josh: Yeah, sorry
  • Tyler: Ew dude that burp smells so bad
  • [Sven flips over and breaks his back]
  • Tyler & Josh: OHH
  • Josh: What? Like, pure Red Bull and...passion?
  • -----
  • [The top half of Sven’s body goes flying in the air]
  • Tyler: I believe I can fly
  • -----
  • Josh: You’re a slinky
  • -----
  • [Sven goes rolling down a set of stairs, his head is loosely attached by his bones then he stops rolling]
  • Tyler: Dude, you can’t stop now. Don’t give up now. The only chance we have is if--
  • [The bike comes flying past Sven]
  • Tyler & Josh: OH

Okay, maybe orange and blue is not the best. Right, you know, sometimes there’s other things you wouldn’t think would be a good combination end up turning out to be like a perfect combination, you know, like two people together… who nobody ever thought would be together, ever. 

I can see that.


Remember Patty?

That’s the new girl. She knows a lot of the rules already, got her name picked out and everything. Patty, come over here, say hi! Make her feel welcome, yeah? Oh, a couple of you might know her from that party right after New Year's - y'know, when Danger Dude was off his head and wanted to dive into the river? Yeah, Patty was one of the people trying to hold him back. She also punched Yellow’s ex in the face. So basically, she’s a handy gal to have around, ain’t that right Patty? Ha, yeah she’s good people. Oh, could you ple-ah-I mean - do you mind grabbing me some chips from the table? Thanks Patty. See what I mean? Good people.

Okay, thanks for being cool guys. I know most of you were at that party - Ginger, I know it was you who punched Yellow’s ex. We all do. But Patty - she just introduced herself, told me those stories like I wasn’t there, so I had to play along. I’m not the only one getting - y'know - vibes, right? Aw man, she’s coming back. Have any of you seen her around before? No-one’s heard of her? Does nobody remember Patty?

No? Thank god. Because I sure as hell don’t.

x

things we found out about evak in todays clip:

  • they wear matching outfits,,,,,,,,who even-
  • even drew a drawing of his and isaks face “morphed together” and put it up on their wall,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,gross(which is originally drawn by pernille eleonora dieckmann!!!)
  • some other things that one can find on their wall: the “alt er love” quote, memes, drawings that were probably drawn while even was high and/or drunk, nas quotes, one of the pieces of papers that even gave to isak before they got together for real, a picture of a hamburger with a piercing(?????), the iconic pictures of a woman wearing a chador etcetc
  • there are clothes(and hats) everywhere meaning they’re both really messy(or they just felt like throwing their clothes off the second isak got home, whatever works)
  • they still have the duvets that isak would not change in season three, and i’m guessing he didn’t get better at changing them so
  • their wifi name is “yellow curtains”???? who even are they????
  • even does everything for isak bc isak is his baby, which has resulted in isak not knowing how to make tea(so when his friend asks for tea, he solves this with putting a tea bag in warm tap water,,,like,,,,)
  • they have a balcony, where they sit at night and have deep conversations and passionate make out sessions don’t even argue with me on this one
  • they have a big tv right by their bed, so even probably stays up a bit too late at night watching “friday” or some documentary about penguins or something weird while he holds isak close and slowly strokes his head
  • their curtains, drawers and chairs all match i-
  • they opened the door together like an old married couple and i dont even know what to say about that
  • they have fifa and there is not a single trace of doubt in my body that they’ve spent long hours playing that game, but since even somehow is a lot better than isak, isak always ends up getting mad and telling even how he wants to go to bed early(although this all changes when even cuddles him and tells him what a great fifa player he is)
  • even finally got himself a watch which he actually uses!!!!!
  • they’ve been together for a good few months but isak still gets all blushy as soon as even calls him 
  • they have “the chair” and i have never related to skam more in my life
  • they sure have a lot of shoes for only being two people 
  • even is so tall and i cannot cope like did you see his neck when he kissed isak wow im-
  • isak loves and trust even enough to be okay with the fact that there are some major things about even that he does not know and i think that’s is beautiful
  • Karma: We have some exciting news.
  • 
Rio: Okay.
  • 
Nagisa: As you know, Karma and I have been together a long time, and a lot of things I never thought possible now seem possible.
  • 
Rio: Okay.
  • 
Nagisa: After a careful evaluation of our relationship, we decided that the time was right to take a step forward.
  • 
Rio: Okay.
  • 
Nagisa: Do you want to say it? 

  • Karma: Let’s say it together.
  • 
Both: We’re getting a turtle! 

  • Rio: This is why I’ve been saying we should keep champagne on ice.

twodemigodtraveleroflorien  asked:

Two questions! A) what would be good motives for a prince villain BESIDES tragic backstory B) Any advice for writing a redemption arc?

Wow, I’m in love with this ask. Antagonist motivations? REDEMPTION ARCS? Yes please!!

Okay, so the plan is, I’m going to address the first question first and the second one second. I think that seems reasonable. This might get a little lengthy, I can feel it in the wind, so we’ll see at what point we’ll probably need a Read More.

Question A: (Princely) Villain Motivations

1. Perhaps the most obvious is, well, power. I know a lot of people get pretty tired of the whole “powerful villain wants more power/land/control/riches.” But the fact is, it makes sense, particularly for an antagonist that was raised in power. Keep in mind the kind of childhood this Prince might have had, and all the things they might have been told since they were young. Since they were a child, and during their most formative years, they were likely told time and again how it is their duty as the heir and future leader to uphold the reputation, stature, and altogether power of the entire kingdom. That’s quite a lot of pressure to be under, and it’s hard to get out from under that idea.

Now I’m caught up in the psychology of this trope so here are some points that are somewhat related.

- The first thing they have to fear is looking bad. A Prince is a public figurehead, many are looking to him. That’s a lot of people to disappoint. And when your only counsel is potentially people who are leading you askew, it’s hard to avoid counting on the wrong advice while under pressure.

- These people they could potentially disappoint are both people they personally care about (family/friends) and people that they are responsible for (the citizens)

- Particularly if it’s family applying the pressure, then this care stands to lose everything they have ever known of they try to stand for what they actually think.

2. Noble Ends: Maybe this character kind of has some good ideas or intentions, but for whatever reason, the execution is less than the best- as in, noble ends but evil means. This can take a number of forms, but often you see noble-ends/evil-means characters doing things like putting other people in danger if it means saving one specific character, etc. For every character, this can be different. This particular character is interesting because they are in a position of political and military power, meaning that things are pretty high stakes within their personal lives, the interior of the kingdom, and in their entire country’s relationship with other entire countries. I’m sort of going of the assumption here that you have an idea of the kinds of things your villain does, just not why. 

One of the most often quoted phrases I see about antagonists is that “every villain is a hero in their own minds.” Really take that into consideration for this option in particular, but really it applies to any antagonist.

3. “The Puppet King” Approach: By this I am referring to the trope where a political or powerful figure is actually just being used or manipulated by others with ill intentions. This can be the result of many things, such as straight up blackmail, or the controlling people having leverage over them (like hostages) or, if you want to connect it back to the first idea, through emotional manipulations.

- Blackmail: The controllers have something against them that, if revealed, could be disastrous for the character.

- Leverage: The controllers have something the character desperately needs or wants and are holding it over their heads.

- Emotional Manipulation: Borderline Tragic Backstory, and relating to the first idea, but the controllers could be telling the character terrible things in order to get them to do terrible things- perhaps they told them that they are useless or worthless if they don’t do these things, and this character craves the validation, attention, interaction, etc that comes with pleasing these people. 

4. “They’re Not Evil, They’re Just Misguided”:  Maybe this character is completely misinformed about the situation. This could be an elaborate manipulation on someone else’s part, or really no single person’s intention, but the product of the environment in which this character lives. It sort of ties back to “Noble ends and evil means”, except with a lot more deception and miscommunication going on. Keep in mind, they still have to make the choice to do some terrible things, so it’s not like they didn’t have bad intentions ever.

There’s also a few things you should keep in mind when writing a character like this.

First… if some of these ideas make it look like I am giving the “villain” something to be pitied, or like they have qualities or intentions that one could actually understand, or even an actual (gasp) tragic backstory, it’s because I actually am. If you want to write a good villain, and I mean a really good villain, they have to be just as complex and psychologically believable as the hero. Not only that, but it helps readers keep in mind that no one is just born with a gun in their hand and murder in their hearts. That layer of real tragedy is sometimes needed to show people that hey, this person fell real hard, and that is not just their personal tragedy, but a tragedy of the very world we all live in.

That being said, I am going to jump into my second thing to keep in mind… This villain can have understandable intentions, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t gonna do villainous things. Make them do terrible, horrible, horrendous, awful, unforgivable things. After all, they aren’t really a “villain” if they don’t do entirely evil things sometimes. Yes, it kind of sucks that this person became this way, but now it’s a little too late. They are a threat that needs to be dealt with now, or they will only breed more tragedy. 

A villain’s “tragic backstory” only is meant to explain their actions, not to excuse them.

As for question two… I actually think I’m going to get back to you on that one. Redemption arcs deserve an entire post, because they are remarkably complex and I just can’t limit myself to only giving a handful of tips. I will be setting that post up probably later today, tomorrow at the latest.

Thanks for the questions, as always, and look for the redemption post on the horizon. 

~Penemue

Prussia's Awesome Quest Part 2
  • Prussia: okay... good thing I left before things went awkward- oh, Spanny, Hiya!
  • Spain: Pru-Pru! What have you been up to lately?
  • Prussia: oh, perfect timing! Listen, I've been meaning to get advice for raising Germany as his awesome older brother!
  • Spain: oh then you've come to the right place! I know all about raising and taking care of children! First you gotta make sure that you're always there for them and that you'll protect them no matter what!
  • Prussia: that sounds good enough.
  • Spain: And once you gain their trust, you can make them wear the cutest of outfits and clothes!! They'll be super cute that others will get jealous! And another thing- OW!
  • Romano: shut the fuck up that's horrible advice you stupid fuck!
  • Spain: Romano, how can you say that? You were the main attraction to many women.
  • Romano: yeah, old women that tried to make me wear even more embarrassing shit!! I swear, I will get back at you someday, you bastard!!

anonymous asked:

I'm so excited that Jonghyun is #1 even though my favorite smol son is Jisung. Onibugi deserved it!!!!!! He is such a nice, precious bean! -jisung anon

You have no idea. I’ve waited for 5 years for some form of recognition SOMETHING that lets this boy know that he’s worth it, that NU’EST is worth it, that he’s not a failure, that he didn’t lead them to ruin. Every year I hope that yes, this will be their year, this will be the year Jonghyun doesn’t have to go to sleep worried about their future, worried about his members, worried about all the work he’s put in that hasn’t come to fruition. 

I feel so validated. I’m so emotional right now. 5 years of waiting. 5 years of worrying they’ll disband, worrying about their health and happiness. 5 years of buying albums and streaming songs and hoping with everything I have that it’ll be enough to help. 

Seeing him on that chair, knowing what it means to him, just tears me up. I’m not okay. This isn’t okay. This is beyond what I expected to happen this year for Nu’est. The public loves them, they recognize them. They recognize JONGHYUN who’s always been the one in the shadows because he’s a good leader who tries to push the others forward at his expense. He’s selfless, he’s kind, TO A FAULT. He doesn’t think he deserves this but he does, he does so much. Even if this is only for this week, it doesnt matter. What matters is that we had this moment, that Nu’est had this moment, THAT JONGHYUN HAD THAT MOMENT. 

fejwkrewrew I can’t even think think now, much less type I’m sorry anon. 

(Jisung is one of my faves, too, though, omg. also you have to defend his position as nation;s mouth) 

Every Me And Every You - Seven

As you entered Spencer’s apartment your chest was filled with nerves again.
Spencer took your overnight bag into his bedroom before asking if you wanted anything to drink.

“I presume alcohol is out of the question?” you remembered his comments from the first time.

“You can have a small glass of wine. I just didn’t want anything clouding your judgement the first time. You need to be in control with this.” He pulled a bottle of white wine out and poured two glasses, handing one to you.

“Which is a strange thing to say considering you’re the one doing the controlling here,” you said, taking a small sip of the cool liquid.

“This is the thing you need to understand. I may be giving the commands but you’re the one that’s actually in control of the situation. If you call a safe word, we stop. If you tell me you’re uncomfortable with doing something, we don’t do it. If you tell me you specifically want to try something, then we can try it. Knowing that you want these things, however much you ‘act’ like you don’t, is what gives me pleasure. Seeing your reactions to what I do or say is what I enjoy. But as soon as you say it’s too much, then we stop. You’re in complete control here.”

“But I’m a complete novice at this. Does it not annoy you having to explain things to me, or that I might not be willing to go as far as your previous partners have? How can it turn you on being with someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing?” You took another sip of your drink, seeing his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse in thought.

“Y/N, you might think you don’t know what you’re doing but a lot of this is intuition. Your sarcastic comments in the restaurant about me cutting up your food and me ordering for you? I’m sure you’ve read enough about Dom/sub relationships now to know that things like that are likely to happen. I’d say you were baiting me. Wanting a reaction.”

Thinking back, you realised he was right. If you were playing the good little sub you’d have shut up and not commented. But you’d wanted to see what he’d say or do.

“As for your limitations….. With this, often you don’t know your limits until you test them, hence the need for safe words. And finally, wondering how this can turn me on. Watching you react, seeing you get visibly flustered, the way your lips part softly and that sharp intake of breath you give when you’re shocked by something I’ve said. That gets me ridiculously hard. You weren’t the only one hiding something in that restaurant.”

Fuck.

“Okay, so I’m in control. What if I wanted to actually be the one giving the orders?” You hadn’t thought about this before, but whilst you were on the topic of control you figured you might as well ask.

“I’ve mentioned previously that I prefer acting as the ‘Top’, I assume you’re now familiar with that term?“ He checked.

You were, Tops and bottoms.

“I’ve Topped from the bottom a few times, meaning I….”

“I know what that means,” you interrupted him. It meant he’d give instructions to a sub on how to ‘punish’ him. He’d receive the pain but still technically be the Dominant one as he’d be instructing them on what to do.

“Don’t interrupt me again Y/N, or I’ll add another strike,” he said cooly, taking a drink.

Ugh.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“No you’re not. But anyway, in the relationships I’ve had I’ve generally been the Dominant one, I’ve tried it the other way and whilst it didn’t turn me completely off, it wasn’t as big a thrill. That could just be the partners I was with though. If it’s something you genuinely want to try with me at some point then I’ll give it another go.”

“That’s good to know.”

“Anymore questions?”

“Not for the moment.”

“Good. Now come and sit on my couch with me Y/N. There’s a film on I’d like to watch.”

“Oh! I thought we were….. ”

“All in good time.”

He walked over to his couch and sat in the middle, meaning wherever you sat, you’d be directly next to him. You followed him and sat down. Spencer switched his TV on using the remote, turning it to one of the movie channels where you could see that Mulholland Drive had not long started. You’d seen it before, a few times and you knew Reid had too, you’d had a conversation about it a few months ago.

“Comfortable? Good. Now I don’t want to hear a peep out of you for this whole film okay?”

You nodded, knowing this was a command.

You waited.

Twenty minutes in you felt a hand on your thigh, Spencer’s soft fingertips stroking the exposed skin. You dragged your bottom lip between your teeth and glanced at him. His gaze was fixed intently on the screen.

His hand crept higher and higher, pushing the fabric of your dress up as he went until he was caressing the very tops of your thighs.

Your eyes had closed and you were concentrating on keeping your breathing quiet, but it was incredibly hard. What he was doing felt so good, sending shivers through you.

“Part your legs Y/N,” Spencer instructed, a hoarseness to his voice.

You did as you were told, your legs falling open.

Spencer shifted his hand so that it was lightly gripping the top of your inside thigh, his hand in such a way that his pinkie finger was pressed against your folds.

You breathed in deeply.

“Try to keep the noise down Y/N. You’re a very heavy breather sometimes and I’m trying to watch this. And open your eyes. You’ll miss the movie.”

You did as he wished, opening your eyes and staring at the screen, not actually taking in anything that was happening.

His hand remained still for the next fifteen minutes and you tried to regain control of your breathing again.

A finger twitched and you flinched, almost letting out a gasp but stopping yourself. He’d brushed against your clit.

Fuck.

You started counting in your head, needing something to focus on.

Seven minutes and twenty seven seconds later, he did it again. Your hands clenched up and you pressed your mouth tightly shut.

Fourteen minutes passed before he moved again and this time it was his whole hand that moved, adjusting himself so he was now cupping you. The temptation to grind against his hand was almost killing you.

“Do you have any idea idea how wet you are Y/N?” Spencer turned to look at you.

You were acutely aware that you were very probably coating his hand right now. You nodded, needing to respond but remembering you weren’t meant to speak.

“Good girl.” He smiled approvingly. Had that been a test to see whether you’d speak?

Six minutes and thirty nine seconds went by until he started circling your clit with his forefinger, your eyes falling shut again and your lips parting.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

The tiniest gasp escaped your chest as he pressed on your sensitive bundle of nerves moving it from left to right repeatedly.

He didn’t say anything about the noise you’d made, continuing his movements.

The next gasp was louder, you couldn’t stop it.

“Do I have to gag you, Y/N? Anymore noise and I’ll add another strike.”

Jesus. You shook your head in case he was watching for an answer.

Think about something else, anything other than what he was doing.

You couldn’t. His fingers were rubbing faster and harder. You opened your eyes and glanced down at him, noticing a bulge had formed, the fabric of his pants now tighter against one leg. Good. At least this was affecting him too.

You were doing well, your breathing was heavier but you’d managed to stop the gasps, your mouth opening wide and you grimacing instead as your orgasm started to build. You could do this, it was just like when you’d needed to get off in college and your room mate had been asleep in a bed two feet away from you.

Until he ran his finger down your slit and entered you.

“Fuck!”

Oh crap.

“Stand up Y/N.” Spencer’s hand retreated entirely, him wiping it on his trousers.

Your cheeks burned red as you stood.

“Walk around to arm of the couch and bend over it.”

You did as he instructed, your legs feeling shaky as you walked. You bent over, resting your arms against the cushions.

Spencer still hadn’t moved. You started your count again wondering how long he’d make you wait.

Only five minutes this time.

He stood up and adjusted his pants before walking around behind you.

“Raise your dress.”

Oh crap. Oh God.

You lifted the hem of your dress, exposing yourself to him.

Spencer ran his hands up your legs, pushing them slightly further apart.

When he reached the top, he dragged his fingers slowly from front to back trailing them all the way between your cheeks until he reached to base of your spine. You could feel the moisture he’d dragged with him, drying cooly on your skin.

Palming a cheek softly, he spoke.

“Four times. Three for the restaurant and one for the noise.”

You nodded, your hands digging into the cushions in anticipation.

His hand left your cheek and two seconds later you felt a rush of air before it reconnected. Hard.

Your knees buckled slightly but you forced yourself to stay still, heat rushing to your bottom and your skin stinging.

“That’s one.”

Twenty seconds later and he slapped you again. This one harder, the noise echoing in your ears. He’d struck the same cheek and the sting now intensified.

“FUCK!” you gasped out, your eyes widening at the pain.

The pain you could stop any second. But you knew you weren’t going to.

“That’s two.”

Then next one came quicker, on your other buttock. Your thighs being thrown against the armrest with the force. You grunted.

Your breathing was now heavier than ever and as you steadied your legs, you could feel that the dampness between them had increased.

“That’s three.” Spencer’s own breathing had grown shallow and he rested his hand momentarily against your burning skin.

Feeling it retreat once more, you braced yourself.

You cried out at the last slap, it seeming harder than the rest and you slumped, your chest and face resting on the couch cushions, your ass still raised.

Your weren’t sure if you were allowed to move, but you weren’t sure if you even could. Your legs felt like jelly.

You heard rustling behind you and moments later you felt bare skin and something hard pressed against your stinging behind as Spencer’s hand reached around to your front and pulled you away from the arm rest slightly.

Now able to access you, he started rubbing your clit again, grinding his erection against your sore buttocks.

You were gasping in pleasure in no time at all, the sensation of him working your clit overcoming the burning you felt.

His other hand pushed your legs apart and he slowly entered you.

“Fuck, your so tight Y/N,” he groaned as he filled you.

He began to thrust gently at first, and then harder and faster, one hand gripping tightly onto your hip bone as he deftly massaged your throbbing nut with the other.

His skin hitting against your butt as he drove in at out of you was adding to the sting but the pleasure you were feeling from his fingers and cock were enough to make you not care.

You were close, so very close. He pulled out of your nearly all of the way and pushed back inside quickly, hitting your sweet spot inside.

And that was it. Your walls tightened, gripping him as you came, Spencer’s fingers not stopping until you were whimpering and trembling underneath him. A few thrusts later and you felt him empty himself inside of you, moans catching in his throat as his fingers dug into your hip.

He fell forward, his weight on your back as he caught his breath.

“Fucking hell Y/N,” he groaned softly.

You didn’t respond, you were lost for words, feeling light headed and dazed.

He pulled out of you and you heard him drag his trousers back up before walking away.

He returned a few moments later and you felt a washcloth between your legs, cleaning up his mess that had started to trickle out of you and down your legs.

He flicked off his TV and rested his hands on your hips.

“Can you stand up for me?” his voice now warm and soft.

You inched backwards and into an upright position, your legs still feeling like they might give way.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

You did as instructed, feeling him bend and catch you under the backs of your knees with him arm, scooping you up and carrying you effortlessly into his bed room.

He set you down next to his bed and tugged at the bottom of your dress, you raising your arms so he could remove it.

“I assume you sleep with your bra off normally?“ Spencer asked and you nodded. He unclasped it and slid it off your arms.

“Pj’s in your bag?”

You nodded again and watched him open your night bag, seeing a huge purple t-shirt that you placed at the top so it was easily accessible. He passed it to you and you pulled it on as he rolled the covers on his bed back.

“Lie on your front okay.”

You climbed on and adjusted his pillows so you could lie down comfortably.

Spencer left the room and when he returned his had a bowl of water and some pieces of cloth is his hand.

Sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, he soaked the cloth before ringing it out and then placing it on your butt.

The coolness of the damp fabric felt like heaven against your hot skin.

Your hair had fallen forward over your face and Spencer reached over, tenderly stroking it back.

“Y/N, you’ve not said anything since we stopped. I’m starting to worry.”

“Sorry… I just… I’m a little overwhelmed by all the feelings I’ve just felt.”

“Understandable.” He kept stroking your hair, concern clouding his face.

“Spence, I’m fine. I’m surprised, but I’m fine.”

“Surprised by what, if you don’t mind me asking.”

You took a breath.

“By how much I enjoyed it.”

"Oh.“

"It hurt. But I would have taken more.”

“I wouldn’t have given you more. Not tonight. I smacked you harder than I was originally intending to. I was in two minds whether to actually fuck you or not afterwards, you looked so red. But you were still so wet and beautiful, I had to.”

“I’m glad you did. That was….. Quite frankly the best sex I’ve had.”

You saw him grin, typical guy. You weren’t lying though, it had been. The sensations he’d made you feel from the moment you’d sat down on his couch, both physically and mentally, you’d never felt before. It didn’t matter that you’d not actually been screwing for that long. It was the build up, the foreplay. The anticipation.

“For now.”

“Pardon?”

Spencer smirked. “The best sex you’ve had for now. There’s plenty more we can do. Not tonight though. But have a think about what you’d like to try next time okay.”

“Okay.”

“Do you mind terribly if I shower? I’d offer you one but it might be a sore on your bottom right now.”

“I’m fine, I’ll shower tomorrow. Go ahead, I can feel myself falling asleep anyway.”

“Okay. I’ll be back in a bit.”

He left the room and you heard the shower start up.

You must have passed out as you didn’t hear him come back into the bedroom fifteen minutes later.

seeasweetsmile  asked:

Since you are Chlonette's goddess, have you somes headcanons between Tikki and Chloe ? In optic where Chloe know that Marinette is Ladybug and they're spend more and more time together.

i feel like tikki’s already a mom friend/kwami to marinette, but that it would get amplified times 100 with chloe bc she’s got the tact of a fucking four year old

  • chloe: “jesus christ alya’s outfit looks disgusting today”
    • tikki: *pinches her on the ear* “apologize”
    • chloe: “whaa it’s tru– OW!”
    • tikki: “apologize”
  • im pretty sure pollen and tikki play good cop/bad cop with chloe all the time too
    • pollen: “look chloe i know that this is hard for you and i appreciate that you’re putting in an effort to try and improve your behavior”
    • tikki: “but if this is what you call effort im incredibly disappointed, you tried to push nathanael down the stairs”
  • marinette doesn’t even say anything, she just leaves tikki to it because it’s ridiculously funny to see chloe and tikki yelling at each other about whether or not it’s okay to vague someone on instagram if they “don’t know it’s me come on everyone does it” “it doesn’t matter chloe that’s mean we talked about this”
  • and it’s hard to argue with a god who’s thousands of years old that guilt trips you with a manifesto about what it means to be a miraculous hero
  • plus while tikki and chloe are having their weekly sit down trying to correct chloe’s questionable morals it gives marinette and pollen more time to hang out
    • marinette: “would you like to sit on the balcony and drink some tea with me?”
    • pollen: “oh yes! could you put some honey in mine?”

how many of y’all muses wanna hold historia hand and kiss her, and just overall love her and give her the support she needs?? be honest now…..it’s for..uh…science.

Some doodles I did on the side yesterday night ( @blesstale drew Zunde that there ) including Dreby taking his first steps. I saw this kid screaming “NOOOO!” at some meat in a grocery store before running to his mom, so there we go ✌️

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taylor swift meme: [½] albums » red

“This album is about the other kinds of love that I’ve recently fallen in and out of. Love that was treacherous, sad, beautiful, and tragic. But most of all, this record is about love that was red.”