princess and his sass

anonymous asked:

Imperial Problem Child-verse. I am amused by the idea of Vader/Anakin creating the technology needed for his next round of healing, as a way to deal with the boredom of recovering from the previous round.

Because flying his TIE Advanced is out of the question, as is terrorizing the politicians. Leia has expressly forbidden strenuous activities.

(”This is completely ineffective,” the recently crowned emperor remarks dryly, watching his daughter set locks on the doors of the medical ward. “You know that I will simply hack them.”

“You might,” Leia answers indifferently, “But then I would tell Luke that you are doing something foolhardy that would set your recovery back. And then he will be disappointed in you.”

“Cruel.” he says – he is not pouting, emperors do not pout, thank you very much.

Leia considers answering I come by it honestly, but refrains. She suspects he senses that anyway, if the tightening of the pale skin around his eyes is anything to go by. Instead she shrugs and, in a rare display of a burgeoning affection, touches his cheek a moment.
“You’re your own worst enemy, Anakin,” she says gently. “Try to rest, just this once? Let me handle affairs of the state.”

Then she’s gone, and Vader is out of bed anyway. Oh, he won’t leave the medbay, he knows better than to call Leia’s bluff. But there’s a box of tools and an outdated medical droid that no one thought to move out of arm’s reach, and he’s so bored…)


Request: Requested by @neverabandonthejeep: One shot pls :) where some other guy at school is trying to hit on you and stiles gets really mad and picks a fight with them even though he knows he’s gonna lose thanks 😘.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader.

Warnings: Violence, language, and mentions of blood (not too graphic though).

Fandom: Teen Wolf.

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to post and forgive if it’s bad, I had a serious writer block till now. Also I changed the request a little bit, hope you don’t mind.

(Not my gif, credit to its owner).

The lacrosse team dressing room was packed. There were boys showering, others changing to head out of the school and others were talking about who knows what.

Stiles and Scott were discussing quietly some supernatural issues while gathering their things to finally go home. Everything was fine until Andrew Jones, one of the team Golden Boys and full-time jerk entered the room.

“Damn it, how can someone with just their presence bother everyone’s existence,” Stiles grunted at the sight of Andrew laughing with his gang of brainless friends. Scott turned his head a little to catch what his friend was observing.

“I don’t know why you hate him so much, I mean yeah, he’s a complete idiot but apart from that, he has never done something bad to you,” Stiles let out a fake chuckle to put on a serious face after. “You, my friend are too good to see that he is a complete asshole with a ridiculous personality, and don’t for-” Scott’s laugh interrupted his best friend rambling. To say the Stilinski boy didn’t like Andrew was an understatement, but this whole exposition of reasons just lead to one main argument: Jones had a thing for you, Stiles girlfriend.

“Are you sure, this has nothing to be with the fact that Andrew likes (Y/N)?”

“Maaaybeee, but after all he’s insufferable,” The two mates felt silent as they stared at the boy in question getting closer to them with his group of friends.

“Look what we have here, the athlete and his loser best friend,” Andrew commented earning a killer glare from Stiles and an eye roll from Scott.

“What do you want, Jones?” Stiles fumed, he honestly didn’t have time for this or anything that involved Andrew Jones.

“Nothing, really. Annoying you just gives me satisfaction,” Scott scoffed, this asshole was being beyond ridiculous and yes, he understood why his best friend hated him.

“Oh yeah? You know what causes me satisfaction? Not facing jerks like you who can’t even understand a proper phrase” And with that Stiles turned around to leave, followed by Scott.

“Alright Stilinski, leave but please say hi to (Y/N) for me and don’t forget to mention that I wish I could see that body of hers,” Oh no, that went way too far. Nobody made that kind of comments about you, not if he was there. His body shifted so now he could face the jerk in front of him.

“What did you say little fucker?” Stiles voice came out low and threatening and his eyes were blind by the anger. The smirk Andrew had just got bigger at this reaction.

“I said, that I wish to see your girl in all her magnificence,” That was it. Stiles curled his hands into fists and punched Andrew with a strength he didn’t even know he had. The boy fell from the force, and everyone looked at Stiles amazed; usually he would attack someone verbally, he never punched and kicked his way out of situations, but this time something really took him to the limit.

“Son of a bitch!” Andrew shouted; now the big bad guy was angry. This wasn’t going to end well. Rapidly recomposing himself from the blow, he pushed Stiles making him fall and started to punch him repeatedly. The blood was starting to drip from Stiles‘ nose and he was sure that his face would be dark purple in certain places.

“What the hell is happening here?” Someone gasped, all the boys in the room getting out of their daze to see a feminine figure standing shocked at the view of the other two guys wrestling on the floor.

“Scott! Do something!” You shouted, was he really watching his friend being beaten and doing nothing to stop it?

“Shit! Right,” The werewolf used his muscles to throw Andrew to the other side of the room, probably leaving him unconscious, and his group of friends flew off after witnessing Scott’s strength.

“My gosh, Stiles!” The boy tried to sit straight but his body was in pain, you rushed to his side and helped him. There were bruises starting to form in his beautiful skin and his nose was bleeding, that sure hurt.

“I’m fine (Y/N). It’s alright,” The comment didn’t make things better, this situation was not fine at all.

“No, it’s not alright you dumbass. What were you thinking? I mean look at you!” You stressed. He stared at your face that even with a frown of worry looked beautiful. By now, Scott was helping you to put him on his feet so you could go to the infirmary.

“(Y/N). Love. Calm down, please. It doesn’t hurt because it was for a good reason” Stiles half smiled at you, but hell, you were angry at him for getting himself in this situations.

“And what was that good reason?” You asked, scanning his features.

“I was defending you. He was saying bad things about you. And I-” He was interrupted by the feeling of your hand on his sore cheek.

“Look Stilinski, I love that you wanted to stand up for me, but a bump fight isn’t the solution,” And it was true, you’d rather being called things that watching him get severely hurt.

“She’s right man” Scott agreed with you. Stiles smiled lightly, knowing you cared deeply about him.

“Okay, Okay. Now, you two fools take me to the infirmary. This hurts like hell” You and his werewolf friend laughed at his sass.

“Alright, princess” You responded jokingly.


-“That requires taking a leaf from Robert’s book. Not that Robert ever read one.”

-“I will not suffer such abominations here. This is no King’s Landing.”

- “Had I shown him the contents of my privy, he would have called that admirable as well.”

-“You haggle like a crone with a codfish, Lord Snow. Did Ned Stark father you on some fishwife?”

Magnetic Chapter 5: Confusion

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Chapter Summary: You spend the day trying to get used to living in the bunker.

Catch Up Here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Author’s Notes: I always appreciate hearing comments or suggestions! 

 While you waited for Dean to return with the supplies, you sat down at the table next to Sam, still feeling a little flustered from the run in with Dean this morning. While he seemed rude, and self centered, you couldn’t help admiring his strong physic from hunting. It wasn’t overly muscular, but that was part of his charm. And man did he have the charm. You might have only known these men for a couple of days now, but you could already tell Dean was used to getting any woman he wanted, just by a twitch of his fingers.

Sighing, you began tapping your fingers against the table in front of you. Yes Dean was hot, with his sage green eyes, and his freckles that crossed his nose and his chest, but you didn’t want to find yourself in a relationship with him. He annoyed you to no end, and you didn’t want to mess up the first real family or friend relationship that you’ve had since your dad died.

“Y/N.” Sam’s voice rang out in the quiet bunker, causing your head to shoot up in alarm. You were so caught up in your inner fight about Dean you hadn’t even realized your fingers were tapping the table, or that Sam’s attention was now on you, an eyebrow raised, his hands still on the keyboard in front of him.

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haunting-melodys said:
Can you do a like HAM daddy Michael smut? Please 🙏🏻
Hell yeah I can I gotcha!


“Daddy, are you awake?” I whispered poking Michael’s cheek.

We had been watching a movie on the bed which resulted in me passing out cuddled up together. But my phone kept buzzing causing me to awake. Once I answered whoever needed me, I wanted to have some fun with Michael. Problem was, he is still sleeping.

At least I can fix that.

“Mikey,” I whined nudging his neck with my nose. “What is it?” He grumbled. Wrapping his arms around my torso he pulled me back into his embrace, placing his chin atop my head. I huffed, trying to break free.

“I wanna play.” I whispered turning onto my stomach so I was laying on top of him. “No.” Michael said flatly. “Why not?” I pouted. “Because I said so and what I say goes.” Michael stated. “But Daddy..” I huffed burying my face in his chest. “Please?”

“Y/N,” he warned. “You’re no fun.” I sat up. Crossing my arms and closed my eyes. “My princess parts are tingly.” I protested. “We’ll take care of that later, right now its still nap time.” He said. “Nuh-uh playtime!” I cheered, pressing my ass against his lap. “Fine, you want playtime?” He mused. “Pleasure yourself then.” He stated like it was obvious.

He broke our embrace and cuddled up into the sheets. I let out a huff before thinking. Did he exactly give me permission? He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it. I placed my hands lightly on his chest, moving down so I had one leg on both sides of his thigh. Slowly I began to buck my hips up his leg. A sigh of relief fell from my lips.

“Kitten,” he breathed. “Yes, Daddy?” I asked softly. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, opening his eyes. “Making my princess parts feel good.” I sassed. “Your princess parts?” Michael mused and I nodded. “Last time I checked…those were Daddy’s princess parts, and only I could make them feel good.”

“No, they’re mine.” I huffed. “Mm, since they aren’t mine, looks like I can’t pleasure them then.” Michael said. “Daddy no!” I whined. “Then tell me kitten,” he smirked, pulling me closer to him. “Whose princess parts are those?” “Y-yours Daddy.” I stuttered. “That’s what I thought, now you’ve been a very bad girl today.” He breathed.

“ ‘m sorry Daddy.” I whispered. “You know what happens when little girls don’t listen to their Daddy, right?” He asks. “They get punished.” I breathed. “That’s right kitten, they get punished.” He agreed. “Lay across my thighs.” He stated. I whined, laying over Daddy’s lap.

Michael pulled down my shorts along with my panties, and massaged the skin. Just then a sharp smack was delivered to my ass making me grip Michael’s leg. “You know the rules little one.” He warned. “One.” I muttered. “Good.” Another smack to my other cheek. “Two.” I breathed. Smacks were being hit until I breathed, “Fifteen.”

“Good girl, now come here.” Michael stated. “Now, what did you want?” He asks. “I wanna play.” I said. “What specifically do you want kitten?” Michael asks. “I want your tongue and cock.” I stated. “Please?” I asked. “Alright baby girl.”

Slowly he began running his tongue all over my heat. “Mm, seems like your dripping little one.” He asked. “We’ll have to take care of that, won’t we?” He smirked.

He pushed two fingers in slowly, while lapping over my clit. “This is what you wanted.” He challenged. “Fuck.” i moaned, rocking my hips against his hand. He moved his fingers up quickly, pausing hitting my spot. “Mm daddy.” My lips parted. “God, you’re making me hard just watching this baby.” He thrusted his fingers quicker.

“Mm,” i moaned. “I think you need something bigger than my fingers, right little girl?” He smirked. “Daddy please! Give me your cock!” I whimpered. Michael removed his fingers from my head before flipping me over. “You look so good begging for me princess.” He said while unbuttoning his jeans.

His green eyes scanned my body, taking in every sight of me. Once his pants we removed, he wasted no time thrusting into me. A mewl escaped from my lips as Michael picked up his pace. “Fuck, Daddy I’m gonna cum.” I whimpered. “Be a good girl, and cum for me.” His hand came down to rub my clit. “Mm, fuck.” My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Does my cock feel good inside you princess?” Michael questions. I answer his question with a loud moan of ‘Daddy.’ He pounded into me relentlessly. He lets out loud whimpers with mixtures of my name. He pulls out slowly, making me feel empty. His cum covers my clit, as it trickles down my leg. He quickly catches it with his finger.  “Open.” Michael demands. I open my mouth and suck whatever is left on his finger.

“God, I love it when you do that.” Michael smirks. “Come on princess, lets take a nap.” He says. “Again Daddy!” I say. “It’s not my fault, my little one got me worn out. Let’s see, if you’re good this time, you’ll get rewarded.” He smiles before drifting off to sleep.

anonymous asked:

Should I watch voltron? I've been seeing a lot about it

Oh my god, yes! What’s not to like about Voltron, the characters, the comedy, the art???

Let’s start with Shiro, the ultimate space dad™

I’ve rematched this show five times now and each watch through I love him even more than the last. He’s the definition of a leader; smart, reliable, strong. He even has the tragic backstory to fit his character archetype. But he’s also so much more than that. He suffers from PTSD in a very real way, caused by his time spent as a Galra prisoner. The effects it has on him, and also showing that it doesn’t make him weak is a big part of his character, and the rest of the crew are understanding and accepting. Shiro is extremely considerate of the others and always understands their point of view in an argument, which often makes him the mediator. But despite that, he’s also quick to make his own jokes or dry remarks (though the latter are usually saved for Lance). Shiro never fails to supports his team, as we can see through his relationship with Pidge (which gives me l i f e), and we can tell even from the beginning just how much everyone means to him.

(also, he’s just so CUTE)

Okay so next is Lance, I think the fandom has him pegged as the meme-er, which is pretty fitting. He’s sort of like if a tumblr text post could come to life. 

He’s the first character we’re introduced to (along with Pidge and Hunk). He’s spunky, and his personality sort of similar to Sokka’s from ATLA (but a little more Joey Tribianni-type humor, I think). He’s funny in a relatable way, with childish comebacks and all, but that’s not his entire personality. Personally, I think he knows that he’s some sort of comic relief, and I think that pressures him. He enjoys being funny, that much is obvious, but I think the times where he isn’t taken seriously eats at him (like when he gets stuck in the cryo-pod and Coran doesn’t believe that the castle is attacking them). Even if it’s only for a second, I think it shows through a little, though he’s always quick to recover. In addition to all of that, Lance is smart. It isn’t obvious, we’re told that the only reason Lance is in the garrison is because Keith dropped out, but it’s still there in more subtle ways. We see it in the way Lance thinks out his attacks when he first flies the blue lion. I’m sure it can’t be easy piloting a crazy Space-Lion-Robot with four other people screaming while you’re trying to take down a huge Galra ship, and Lance does a pretty good job. 
His friendship with all of the other characters is also fantastic. He’s a good friend, he immediately tries to start “team bonding” with Hunk and Pidge before they even discover the lions (which was adorable), and he even becomes closer to Keith (who he used to think of as a rival) even though he’s hesitant at first. He’s also a flirt, so there’s a plus.

Moving on, here’s Hunk.

Hunk is my guy, okay? I think if I were any of the paladins, I’d be Hunk. He’s so funny, especially when he isn’t meaning to be. That’s how he’s different from Lance. A lot of the humor in Hunk’s character lies in his scaredy-cat tendencies. He’s often the last one to want to tag along to do a big scary thing, and he’s easily motion-sick (which has led to some fun flying sessions), but his commitment to those he cares about will always outweigh his fears. He’s strong and believes in doing what’s right, even if it’s hard, which makes him very admirable. He gets anxious over certain things, but even when he’s having anxiety, he still believes in his team and fights along with them. His team also loves and believes in him, and it was quickly established how important (and smart!) Hunk is to the team when all five gathered in Keith’s home before discovering the blue lion. 
He also has a love for food that I identify with.

Next is Pidge (ft. Rover)

I don’t think there are words for how much I adore Pidge. My heart belongs to you, Pidge, treat it kindly.
Pidge is super smart, but also goofy and a little oblivious sometimes. In the very first episode, we see all this equipment that Pidge created just to intercept transmissions from other ships in space hoping to overhear something about their family. Pidge will do anything to find their loved ones, and when they meet Shiro, who was on the mission with Pidge’s father and brother, they’re even more determined. Small but mighty is the perfect description for Pidge. They only question if they’re worthy of piloting the green lion once (minus that rambling while on the boat with Shiro), and then they hop right on in. Pidge is quick to think their way out of a situation, although they may be a little clumsy at doing it. Pidge also has a dry sense of humor, giving quick comebacks to Lance’s cheesy jokes. I’m pretty sure Pidge is the low-key salty one of the group. I know most people would probably say that it’s Keith, but Pidge is the snarkiest of the bunch, and I don’t doubt that Pidge could throw some serious shade.
As a little bonus, have this nice picture of the tol and the smol

Okay, now onto Keith (the emo)

Don’t let appearances fool you, this achey-breaky-mullet fella is actually a big dork. We’re first introduced to him as Lance’s rival, although it seems to be a one-sided rivalry. Keith was oblivious to Lance, but he certainly isn’t once they start working together. Keith hasn’t spent a lot of time being apart of something with other people, and it’s made him independent, but also lonely. His relationship with Lance starts out as bickering and insults, but Keith eventually starts trusting Lance and out of all of the paladins, I think his friendship with Lance is the friendship that he probably values most. Despite being a little awkward, he’s sharp-tongued and quick witted, and he’s incredibly passionate about his beliefs and goals. He believes in his team, and he’s very supportive of his friends. 

Now we have Princess Allura, space mom™

Okay Allura is a badass, I don’t think I need to say anything else. 
Allura has been through some shit, alright? And she’s still strong enough to fight the entire Galra empire, to avenge her home, to defeat Zarkon. Allura unites the boys in a way that I don’t think would be possible without her. She’s confident and cool-headed with a strong sense of morals. If she has the power to help someone, she will, no questions asked. But she is still sensitive, despite her strong personality. Allura pushes the boys to do their best, and they believe in her and accept her as all that she is (with her fears, flaws, and all). The boy’s bring out the best in Allura. And she also has little mice that she talks to telepathically!!

And lastly, Coran. The Nigel Thornberry of Space

Coran is Allura’s royal advisor, and he’s a goofball. His personality can reflect Lance’s a little at times, which makes their conversations amusing. He has an Australian accent, (as does Allura!!) and he’s full of sass. He’s quick to protect his princess, and he’ll always support the paladins (even if he gives them a hard time from time to time). 

And the art!!





So basically yes, you should watch Voltron. It’s beautiful.

Allura leaned forward, raising herself just high enough to sweep her hair to the side before collapsing back against Shiro’s lap. His hand continued absently caressing her arm, unbothered by her shifting. She nuzzled her face against the firm plane of his torso, enjoying the steady ebb and flow of his breathing. 

She gazed up at him, enjoying the view her vantage point afforded. He was all elegant lines; the graceful curve of his collarbones (only just revealed by his t-shirt), the tendons that stretched as he craned his neck to the side, a sharp, sturdy jawline echoed in flying cheekbones and brows furrowed in concentration. His lips moved ever so slightly as he read, book and elbow resting against the arm of the couch. Endless dark eyes met her gaze. He caught her staring; she reveled in the tinge of color that came into his face.

“Can I help you, Princess?”

Princess. That was sass. 

She laid her hand on his lap, cushioning her head. “I’m sorry, don’t let me disturb you.”

His eyes seemed to search her face. “What’s on your mind, Allura?”

Allura. That was…music.

She sat up, tucking one leg under the other as she nestled into Shiro’s shoulder. A familiar scent, fresh and clean, wafted off of him. “Did I tell you about the dream I had the other night?”

Shiro closed his book, prompting her with a hum. 

“We were on Nezira,” Allura continued with a smile, “A beautiful planet, not far from Altea. I used to go there on holiday with my family. The sky always glows with brilliant pinks and oranges, and the oceans are lavender. The colors mix together quite nicely.“ She closed her eyes with a sigh. “It was an odd dream- nothing really happened. We were just laying together, on the beach. There were ferns, or trees, I can’t quite remember, and a warm breeze carrying the scent of flowers. It was so peaceful.”

A smile pulled at Shiro’s lips. “It would be interesting to see you so relaxed.”

Allura pulled away from him, brows raised incredulously. “You’re one to talk!”

“I’m relaxed now, aren’t I?” Shiro gestured toward himself, showing off the rarity that was an outfit without training gear, accompanied by a cup of tea steaming on the side table. 

“You’re reading a chronicle of Altean diplomatic missions— it doesn’t count,” Allura countered with a smirk. 

Shiro reached up to caress her cheek, leaning in towards her. He savored the moment of hesitation, their faces an inch apart, before meeting her lips softly. “Does this?”

“-Yes,” Allura replied, stifling a giggle. She sighed, a distant beeping from the Castle reminding her of exactly where they were. “I should wonder if Nezira was spared by the Galra.”

A serious set came into Shiro’s face. “We’ll know someday.” He took her hand in his. “Maybe that dream will turn out to be a prophesy.” 

“I hope so,” Allura murmured, slowly leaning into his arm. 

Words That Turn Babygirl On – 1

This one is over 2k words!

@hardcorewwetrash @screamersdontdance @redalternativefirefly

 (AJ Styles)

“Don’t make me spank you….”

Since AJ decided that he would rather be in Luke and Carl’s face, I decided I would take Xavier’s offer to go dance. He and I had been friends since we started with the company years ago. He was like a best friend to me and I to him. But I may or may not have taken the offer to get AJ’s attention.

By the end of the song, I knew he would be red in the face and angy as hell. Just the way I liked him. Here I was in the blue body con dressed and matching heels that he had picked out for me and he couldn’t be bothered with me. Xavier grabbed on to my hips holding on tightly as our bodies rocked to the beat. We always danced when we went out to clubs together so this was nothing new. Xavier’s hip rolled into mine to the beat of Rihanna’s Work as I sung outloud to myself.

“Damn, girl. You got some extra umph in those hips tonight,” Xavier joked into my ear.

“You know what E says,” I yelled back to him, “These hips don’t lie.”

“Sure don’t.”

Turning my back to his front, I caught AJ’s eyes. Luke and Karl were so into whatever they were discussing at their table to realize AJ was no longer looking at them or paying them any attention.  Never taking my eyes off of my boyfriend, I reached my hand back to grab the back of Xavier’s neck pulling him closer to me. “What are yall doing after this?” I asked. The answer didn’t matter to me, all I wanted was for AJ to see me whispering in Xavier’s ear. I knew it would set him off.

“I dunno, probably go to a barcade. Wha-,” he paused to follow my line of sight then stepped away from me. I watched as AJ moved his eyes from mine to AJ. “Wait. Are you using me? You gotta tell me these things.”

“It comes with the best friend territory, X.”

“Hmm,” Xavier snorted, “Well, I guess your plan worked. Here he comes and here I go.” He gave AJ a slight wave, AJ nodded to acknowledge him. He grabbed and pulled me to the table Luke and Karl were occupying. “I’ll see y’all in the next town, I’m gonna take her back to the hotel she needs to lie down.” He told them doing their handshake. Marching my way in front of him, I made my way through the club until I was outside waiting for him to join me. He was laughing about something when he was next to me, I wanted to know what was so funny but I was still mad at him for ignoring me.

With a hand at my back, AJ guided me to his car in the parking lot. He opened my door before climbing in on his side. It was a ten minute drive to the hotel and I planned on holding my tongue until we got there.

“What’d you think you were doing back there?” He asked stealing glance at me. I met his gaze then turned back to the window letting him know that I had heard him, I just was not answering him. Every time we go out and his stable mates are there, he ignores me for them. I’m over it.

“You don’t hear Daddy talking to you, princess?” One of his hands left the steering wheel finding its place on my thigh right below the hem of my dress. I looked down at his hand then back out the window. He sighed moving his hand back to the wheel, “You’re gonna be that way about it?”

When arrived at our hotel, I didn’t bother waiting on him to give the valet his keys. I got out and bolted inside to the bank of elevators. Unluckily for me, AJ had made to my side just as the elevator came. Putting his hand to my back again he ushered me inside thankfully we’re only going to the second floor.

“I know what you were trying to do,” he said softly. He removed his hat shaking his hair out a little leaving the cap off.

“And what is it that you think you know, AJ?” He looked a little surprised that I had spoken. The elevator dinged just in time, freeing me from the close proximity. There was sexual tension between us, something I didn’t want to give in to.

We made it into the room without an issue, he stood back with his hands in his pockets while I opened the door, entering after I did. I started to take off my heels but was snatched up into AJ’s arms. “You have two strikes against you, princess. So I suggest you start acting like the good girl I know you are.” He whispered harshly. A shiver ran up and down my spine knowing that dominant AJ was coming out and had no plans of going back in. Not yet anyway.

“For what?” I pouted snatching away from him. “Not like you would notice.”

“Keep it up,” he warned tossing his cap on the dresser. Watching his jaw muscles jump from him clenching them as he removed his shirt then shoes was starting a fire in my body that I couldn’t control. Picking this argument and making the small scene for him at the club was my plan to get his attention.

“I don’t even know why I come out with you guys. You’d rather be with them than me anyway.”

“Is that sass I hear, Princess?” He asked looking up from his seat on the foot of the bed.

I scoffed in response kicking my shoes off in his direction. “Clearly so, AJ.” My eyes traveled to the tent in his jeans. My mouth watered and my body clenched thinking of him being inside of me. “And don’t think we’re fucking any tonight because we’re not. Why don’t you go ask Karl or Luke they would be willing I’m sure.”

“That is ENOUGH! You do not talk to Daddy like that or use bad words and you know it,” he yelled now standing over me, “You’re treading thinly. Don’t make me spank you, Princess.” Instead if responding I folded my arms across my chest giving him the hardest eye roll I could muster up. AJ wasn’t bluffing about spanking me but there was no way I was giving in on something I was right about. “Oh, I see,” he chuckled to himself, “You don’t think I will. You think because I let you slide the last time that I’ll let you this time.” He smiled smugly as he turned me so that my back was to him. He wrapped my hair in his hand pulling my head back so I could look into his eyes. “Look into these baby blues,” he ordered, “Not tonight, princess. You’ll be lucky if you can sit tomorrow.” I sucked in air as he peeled my dress off of me leaving me in my black lace panties, his fingertips slightly grazing my skin.

AJ left my side after tugging at my hand for me to follow him to the bed. He reclaimed his spot at the foot of the bed while I stood to his side next he was tugging me across his lap, my face against the soft comforter. AJ massaged the skin below my ass working his way up to the top of my panties. I tried to squeeze my thighs to stop the throbbing from my center but a strong pop from AJ to my thigh stopped me.

“You know better than that, princess. You don’t get off unless Daddy says that you can.”

I moaned out as he pulled my panties off of my ass and down my legs. “Well hurry then.”

“Let’s recount your offenses, shall we, baby?” AJ secured on arm across my back right above my ass while his other hand massaged my ass and the skin beneath. “You were dancing with Wood to make ma jealous and you know Daddy doesn’t like to be jealous. Then you ignored me when I was talking to which is very,” he paused to drag his fingers through my slick folds, “Very rude. You know better than that. And lastly, you yelled and cursed at Daddy. Are you supposed to do those thing, Princess?”

“N-no,” I moaned out against the comforter. A sharp slap to my left cheek had my crying out in pain and pleasure. AJ growled in response, “No, what?”

“No, Daddy.” I could hear the smile spreading across his face. His smugness made me want to roll my eyes but I knew he knew me as well as I knew him. Had I done it, he would have known.

“You’ve got fifteen. You stop counting, I start over.”

His hand left my thigh for a moment then came down with a loud slap right below my ass, again on the opposite side and he moved up to my ass. Slaps rang out as he covered my ass with his handprints. The sounds I was making were ungodly but that didn’t stop AJ or his growing erection poking into my stomach.

“You did so good, baby. So, so good,” he cheered pulling me up right in his lap. He left kisses in my hair then on my face, lingering when his lips found mine. The spanking only made me want him more, damn me not getting his attention earlier tonight I have it now and I’m not letting it go to waste.

I rose from his lap ignoring the slight pain in my backside then crawled up onto the bed relaxing my upper body onto the mattress my head lying on a pillow leaving my ass in the air for him. Whenever he spanked me, this is how he wanted me so he could fuck me. The bed dipped then his hands were at my waist pulling me back to meet his dick. Using one hand he rubbed his dick at my entrance teasing me, my body naturally moving back into him.

“You want my attention? That’s why you started this, isn’t it?” He asked gruffly.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned clenching the sheets.

“Mmm, why do ya want it, baby? Tell Daddy what you want?”

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

“I will but not like this,” he let my hips go then patted my hip with his right hand. “I want you on top, baby. I want you to show me how much you want it.” As I rose up from my spot, AJ eased down onto the bed, dick in hand waiting for me to climb on top of him,

Without a pause, I straddled him, and slowly lowered myself down until I felt the tip of his dick touching my pussy lips. I held myself there for a second, savoring the moment, before letting myself drop down, slowly driving his long, thick dick deep inside me. I arched back and let an out a deep satisfied groan. God he felt good.  Once I was resting on AJ’s hips, his dick fully inside, I sat still, wanting to savor the feeling. After a few minutes I began to slowly ride him. Small movements at first, because I wanted this to last, and then longer ones, until I was raising myself up until just his dick head was inside, before dropping slowly down, impaling myself on him.

With each downward move, we both grunted and groaned. As my movements became faster, AJ began to thrust his hips upwards to meet my downward move, driving his dick as deep as possible.

“Yes…yes…fuck me…fuck me hard…yessss…” I shouted.

Suddenly my orgasm crashed over me. My movements became frantic, and I pumped myself up and down faster and faster. With a final downward thrust I collapsed into a half-conscious state of satisfied contentment and rolled off of him. In another moment his hands on my hips, and his dick rested on my ass. I raised my hips, and then felt the head of his dick pressing against my pussy.

He slid it into me in one long slippery thrust and I arched my back groaning loudly with pleasure. AJ then proceeded to slowly fuck me that way. “You like that baby? Take this dick like the slut I know you are,” his fingers dug into my hips. “Fuck, I love the way you feel, Princess. You make daddy feel phenomenal.”

After a few minutes of long slow fucking, his hands snake round my front to cup my breast. He pulled me up and kissed and bit my neck as he continued to slowly fuck me from behind.

“Fuck me faster, Daddy. Fuck me…” I gasped. AJ picked up the pace, and the position from which his dick was being thrust in was hitting my spot. He pushed me back down onto my face, and fucked me fast and deep, meaning he was close.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so close. So. Fucking. Close.” He slammed inside of me with each thrust.

“Me too, daddy. Come with me,” I plead reaching back to grab his wrist.

The two of us cried out together as we rode out the second orgasm. He stilled inside of me emptying himself in me. Once he was done, he pulled out causing me to wince then collapsed on the bed beside me pulling me into his chest.

Ok, so I just realized that in episode 4 Allura pronounces Keith’s name like we pronounce “faith” so I just

Imagine Lance saying he can do ~ insert some crazy almost impossible thing here~ to Allura and she goes like “No, you can’t do that” 

So Lance says “Your lack of faith hurts me” to which Allura responds with “You know what really hurts you? Your lack of Keith.” 

RIP Lance. Cause of death: the alien princess found out about his crush and sassed him with this knowledge. 

7 minutes (7/?)

“we’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played seven minutes in heaven on a dare and now i think i might actually be in love with you”

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch. 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, (extra), Ch 6 , FF

A/N: I got done with this early and well, I just wanted to go ahead and post it. A lot happens in this chapter (it’s a long one) and sets us up for the second half of this story. Thanks again for the feedback and reblogs, it means so much.

He wakes to a mouthful of hair, his left arm completely numb below the elbow and what he’s sure will be a bruise on his spine from the button on the back of her couch, and yet, he’s hard pressed to find a moment in his life happier than this. Any discomfort he feels is eclipsed by the gentle puffs of air caressing his throat with every breath she exhales, the warmth of her fingers on the small of his back, and god…the all too perfect fit of her hips molded against his. She shifts in her sleep, the friction drawing all of the blood from his brain downwards and he stifles a groan, cursing his body’s unbidden reaction as he feels himself hardening against her hip.

Bloody hell, Jones.

Clenching his jaw, he shuts his eyes and tries to think of other things, anything besides Emma and her soft hands, and blimey, he can’t help himself. Their activities last night, enjoyable as they were, simply have him craving her more, something he didn’t honestly deem possible until this very moment. His intentions of taking things slow, easing her into this now seem like the worst possible idea he’s ever had. They can do this, right? Remain friends and become lovers, be the same and yet, more? As much as he wants the more, he can’t risk losing everything they already have.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

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“Video games were always seen as a “boy thing”, so my parents only bought video games for my older brother. Nevertheless, some of my favorite childhood memories were watching my brother play twilight princess in his room, helping him solve puzzles and laughing when Midna sassed him. I fell in love with the story, music, and environments; to this day when I hear “paradise”, I imagine Hyrule.”

anonymous asked:

What's Hajlppo?

W O W boy I’m glad you asked?!

HajIppo, also referred to as Hajime no Hell, also known as gay boxing manga is really a very long running manga about boxing, called Hajime no Ippo (The Fighting/Fighting Spirit), written by George Morikawa, that also has been adapted into anime by Madhouse. Its first season, at least, is considered to be the best sports anime by many. 

Tl;dr you should probably try watching it

There’s this precious child who is super small, super dorky and adorable, and has the punching power of a literal tractor

There’s his archrival/idol/not very subtle love interest, you may think he’s the emotionless brooding archetype, but he is also mega sassy Princess of Sass, who is pretty damn good looking as well, no fish is that handsome


There’s a pure cinnamon Russian moe Jesus, literally everyone loves him, I am not kidding, trust me on this one k

There’s an evil noodle eyebrow lord, who is so evil and everyone totally hates his guts, jk no, actually we adore him to bits, he’s a dork, look at that smile

Oh yeah and there’s also this dumb cat, also known as THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!!!!1

No seriously, he is adorable. Has the cutest Kansai accent ever. Also dynamite body. Sometimes scary AF. Before occasionally getting harassed by a horde of little kids. 

Actually there’s way too many characters, and the main problem is, they are all absolutely amazing, developed and loveable, and they make this show so damn good.

Finally, it has at least 30 dick jokes and they’re all amazing. 

Dick jokes/10

Watch it B)