poke you

BTS as dirty texts pt.2

Rapmon: Baby your bone structure is giving my “bone” structure.

Jin: What do you call a penguin with a large penis? An icebreaker.

Suga: My magical watch says you’re not wearing any panties…oh, you are? Damn, it must be an hour fast…

J-hope: We should play strip poker. You can strip, and I’ll poke you

Jimin: Has any one ever told you your ass looks like a phone cause I want to hit the pound button all day long. 

Taehyung: I have a tongue like an anteater; want to go to the zoo?

Jungkook: Hey people call me the bar stool because of my third leg.

{Okay but for reals though. Speaking of competition headcanons. I don’t think Leo would be a complete sore loser. Or at least show it publicly. While he can get invested in things like chess or heck even volleyball - losing just means he needs more practice. And depending on how invested he was in winning in the beginning is a good indicator of how he feels should he lose. 

So in the end - he’d just need to practice more. He’d find his faults in his loss and tries to correct them. Maybe the snide or passive aggressive comment to the winner now and again. But he’d never be so open about his loss.}

captainrogersbucky  asked:

#107 with Roman please. ❤

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

Roman had a rough Raw. What with being bodily lifted and thrown into an ambulance and all. As such, it was your duty as his best friend to cheer him up. Luckily, you knew just how to do it.

“Hey, Roman,” you said, sitting next to him in catering. “How ya doing?”

He shot a glance over at you, eyes narrowed. “You tell me.”

“Well see, if I were you, I wouldn’t be doing too well. But lucky for you, I know how to cheer you up!” You sang, poking him in the bicep.

“Stopping with the poking thing would be a great first step,” he laughed, swatting your finger away.

“Fine. Party pooper. Anyways. Cheering you up. You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in? Once we leave this place, anyway.” You clasped your hands together waiting for his answer.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” he finally said, shooting you a smile. “But I get to pick the movie.”

“No fair! You picked last time!” you argued, poking him again.

“Well I’m the one who was thrown into an ambulance, so….” Roman trailed off with a shrug.

“Ugh, fine,” you acquiesced, rolling your eyes. “But you don’t get to play that card forever.”

“Just until I get what I want,” Roman answered easily.

Taste Test (Erik Durm)

a/n: this is nsfw :)

You sat cross legged on the king-sized bed, licking your lips keenly. It was your favorite time of the year, your birthday. As cheesy as it was, you loved basking in all the glory and attention that came with you making another trip around the sun.  This year was especially exciting, because it was the first one you’d share with your boyfriend Erik.

He opted out of the over-played taking you out to dinner. Instead, he had a chef come over to the house to make a few of your favorite dishes. You poked fun at him for not being able to cook the meal himself, but it was worth not having the fire department show up on your big day.

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A parent’s visit - Part 1 by Equusgirl

Just a little side-note, it’s rough as hell, fam. I’m sorry. Just don’t have the energy to fix it today. Also, it’s NSFW in the beginning just FYI. Love to my adlock fam! Thank you to @sorrowsflower and @of-dreamers-and-detectives for reassuring me I’m not completely out of my gourd. Ramble over.


Sherlock floated in the in between, that warm place between sleeping and waking when everything is fuzzy and cozy. Made even moreso by the sleeping Woman he was curled around; their limbs a tangled mess, he could barely decipher where he ended and she began.

His enjoyment of the moment was cut short as there was a sharp rap on his bedroom door. Mrs. Hudson made her usual noise as she poked her head in. “You two might want to get dressed. Your parents are in your sitting room, Sherlock dear. I can keep them distracted but tea only takes so long to steep. So nice to see you again, Irene.” Mrs. Hudson closed the door quietly.

Irene straddled his hips, the sheet falling away as she stretched above him; her arms reaching above her head as her back arched, a lazy smile stretching her nude lips.

“You’re the worst.”

“I believe that’s some misplaced anger, darling.” Irene leaned forward, her smile becoming much more sinister. “How much would you like to bet that I can enhance your mood in a matter of minutes?” She pressed a kiss to his sternum, travelling slowly to his abdomen.

“It would be the height of stupidity to bet against you, Woman. Not with your talents.” He smiled down at her, carding his fingers through her loose tresses.  “But with my mother, it would be unwise. Do you honestly think I got my deductive skills from Mycroft?” He asked with a scoff. It quickly turned into a gasp as her lips closed around him. Oh what the hell, his parents be damned. He surrendered to the Woman’s expert skills with a sigh.

Just as he was nearing the edge of orgasm, she pulled off of him, her lips making an obscene popping noise. She rolled off of him with a chuckle. “Have fun with your parents,” she said, disappearing into his bathroom.

He sighed heavily, trying the door, all the while knowing it would be futile. Locked. She truly knew what she was doing. Not only did she leave him frustrated beyond belief, he couldn’t wash her scent from his skin. With resignation he dressed and walked out to meet his parents, knowing the Woman was capable of escaping silently.

“Mother, Father. You know how I feel about unannounced visits.” He pressed a kiss to his parents’ cheeks in turn.

“Yes, but it’s the only way we ever actually get to see you.”

“Funny how that works.” His mother gave A Look. He rolled his eyes and picked up a cup of tea, settling in the red armchair.

“How are you, son?”

“Must we really suffer through these banal niceties?”

“Now Sherlock, is that any way to talk to your mum?” He froze with the cup halfway to his lips as familiar red taloned hands slid across his shoulders, down to his chest. Her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, sending chills down his spine. “You might want to put your cup back in your saucer now.”


Next on the queue… @sorrowsflower!!

laochbaineann  asked:

2 and 6 with Dunne 😘😘😘

One of your fingers reach close to your boyfriend’s cheek poking it. You knew it would annoy him but he was on his phone not giving you any attention. You kept doing it until he turns his head, snarling. 

“ Quite it or ‘ll bite yeh” he says before looking down at his phone. 

“ But Pete..” you gripped on his hoodie tugging on it. He chuckles,typing in his phone. He didn’t expect you to snatch it from his hand.

“ Give it back t’ me luv” He says, trying to reach it but you jumped back. You smirk as an idea pops in your head. 

“ Alright, you will get your phone under one condition. I’ve been bad girl and I need to be spanked..” a smirk appears on his lips. Pete’s eyes darken, he growls as he pictures you over his knee in his head. 

“ Take of yeh pants and panties for me luv” 

You remain standing with a smirk on your lips.

“ I said. Take. It. Off.” he demands. You shake your head. 

He growls as he makes his way over to you grabbing your arm pulling you over his knee. 

“ Yeh are goin’ t’ count with me” 

anonymous asked:

I hate how these kids act like they're a victim of a hate crime because there are blogs that make fun of their cringey choices. The only time any otherkin get legitimate hate and verge of harassment is when they're like you-know-who and are actual cunts ALONG with being otherkin. You're not a fucking gay kid getting bullied for being gay. You're just some kid who is making the CHOICE to be delusional and people are poking fun at you.

cashier! seokmin blurb #1

hey!!! i hope u’re doing alright & that everything’s going swell!!!

i think this is going to be a blurb series (maybe it’ll go up to five/six parts? i’m not so sure myself (* ̄∇ ̄*)

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“THANK YOU VERY MUCH!” He said in an abundance of ease, the ends of his mouth curling up into a cheeky smile. Fluorescence flowed from the vibrant lights - you were grateful as they kept you quite awake in spite of the constant yawns that reverberated around the room. Seokmin poked you in the ribs, letting out a tiny giggle when you sat up as straight as an ironing board. “You’ve someone in line!”

You looked up for a split second and apologised fervently, the monotonous beeping of the barcode scanner almost lulling you to sleep once again. You weren’t bored of being a cashier at a twenty-four hour grocery store; that wasn’t the case at all. You were just really, really tired. You yawned once again when Seokmin sighed, “It’s alright! I’ll do it.” He sent a sorry look towards the customer as he shuffled over to your side of the counter.

“Thank you, Seokmin-ah.” You mumbled incoherently as he stuffed bread into a plastic bag and grinned at you, his eyes softening.


The loud door bell’s chiming woke you from the “nap” you had taken. You looked around in a daze. You found yourself in the break room - you didn’t remember walking quite a long distance to the back of the store, neither did you remember setting yourself on a chair or putting a blanket over yourself. 

You shut your eyes tightly as realisation dawned on you. “Tch, damn it! I’m screwed!” It would be the end of you if the store manager had gotten wind of you sleeping on the job. 

Walking out of the break room, you braced yourself for the worst. However, you were greeted by the friendly smile that had accompanied you during the shift. You let out a sigh of relief, shoulders dropping. You didn’t know how he always helped you get out of trouble without fail.

“Coffee?” Seokmin offered, whilst ushering you out of the grocery store that could fit a dozen elephants at its minimum. The sun had risen, painting ravishing shades of pink and orange.

“Thanks again, big guy.” You playfully shoved him with your arm, provoking the kittenish grin and the childlike eye smile. 

Pokemon Café playlist!

If you are having a rough day, need a time-out, or perhaps are studying for an upcoming test and are in need of some music to keep yourself relaxed and at ease, I’ve made a Playlist on Youtube with a list of relaxing tunes from the Pokémon series to help you out.

I dub it the Pokémon Café!

I hope you guys enjoy it!

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I’m calling it.. Gel glue makes sea glass slime!

hissrading  asked:

Character: Iron Bull or Cullen?

Anon or not, make me choose between (and I’ll draw it):

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‘Why do you love me? What is there to love in someone like me? Please, tell me why you’re so fond of me because honestly? I don’t get it.’

I was perplexed how could he not see why?

‘I love you because you’re you.

I love you because when you smile, your lips always tilt slightly to the left. When you smile your amazingly sharp canines peek through giving you a juvenile look. When you smile, your ever present dimples show more — if that’s even possible —. When you smile, your eyes crease at the edges and your beautiful eyes become slits of pure joy.

I love you because when you laugh, you tilt your head backwards. When you laugh, you always close your eyes. When you laugh, you grasp your stomach and bend over. When you laugh, you always end in a deep sigh and smile after wards, you grasp my face in yours and kiss me as if we’ll never kiss again.

I love you because when I do something you like, you giggle. When I do something you like, you’ll caress my hair and pat my cheeks. When I do something you like, you look at my lips and say, “I fucking love you”. When I do something you like, your eyes bore into mine and I see a flame ignite in them.

I love you because when you’re concentrated you furrow your eyebrows. When you’re concentrated you tongue pokes out of your delicious lips and glides over them. When you’re concentrated, you tend to break out of it for a slight second and do that 'hmmph’ sound you know I like just to give yourself a small break. When you’re concentrated, you grab something to eat with your left hand and bring it to the right side of your mouth and proceed to take a bite.

I love you because when you kiss me, you grab my face with both hands. When you kiss me, one hand pulls on my hair, while the other runs its thumb across my cheek. When you kiss me, you always do a series of multiple pecks after we end making out. When you kiss me, I can feel you smile and let out small giggles of content. When you kiss me, you hold my face in your palms and look at me for a good while then you tell me I’m beautiful.

I love you because when you hug me, you hold me for a long time. When you hug me, you grasp me firmly with both of your strong arms. When you hug me, you use one hand to rub my back. When you hug me, you put your face in the crook of my neck and breathe in my scent. When you hug me, you won’t let me go until we’ve embraced each other tightly.

I love you because when you talk about something you love you smile the whole time. When you talk about something you love, you tend to look down at your hands. When you talk about something you love, you furrow your eyebrows and smirk a little. When you talk about something you love, you let out small sighs of happiness. When you talk about something you love, you always tilt your head to side and shrug your shoulders at the end because you get embarrassed at your enthusiasm.

I love you because when you make me blush, you tease me about it. When you make me blush you put your hands on my cheeks and remark, 'baby your cheeks are hot’ at which point I reply, 'no they’re not, I don’t know what you’re talking about’. When you make me blush you look at my cheeks and smile and say 'baby you’re blushing’. When you make me blush you hold me down and ask me why knowing damn well that makes me blush more.

I love you because when you tell me stories about your past, you say them in a low voice as if speaking louder will make them come back. When you tell me stories about your past, you always hug me and won’t let me go. When you tell me stories about your past, you run your hands through your hair because you know you might cry. When you tell me stories about your past you always mutter the phrase, 'why am I even telling you this?’ And we both know it’s because you love me, and you want me to know what I’m getting into.

I love you because when you notice I’m sad, you’ll look at me and poke my cheeks until I smile. When you notice I’m sad you tell me 'stop being a taco without the shell’ because you know I’ll laugh. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll hug me and tell me you love me. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll ruffle my hair and whisper in my ear, 'Tina eat your goddamn food’, because that llama is our spirit animal.’

I love you for so many reasons, if I listed them all, this poem would never end.

The best way to put it is, I love you because you’re you.

—  Beauty in IT /// I love you because…
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