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The Habit of Planning

Prompt: During a busy day at Central Park, Lin mistakes Y/N as a paparazzi and he is not happy.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,759 (brace yourselves)

A/N: I’ve been writing for this for so long, I’m glad it’s out of my head. I wrote the basis of the fic under the tags for ‘Monochrome’, and a couple of you guys happened to read it and told me I should write it! So thank you to all of you! I hope you guys enjoy!

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Make-up sex.

It’s almost 4am and I whipped this up. I actually like it. NSFW gif (not mine).

Word Count: short.

Warnings: Smut.

Imagine coming home from a heated argument with Bucky. You don’t remember how it started, or why it even got to that point. You are both standing in the middle of the living room, staring at each other with annoyed expressions. Your chests rising and falling, tired from arguing. You drop your purse on the couch and take off your jacket. You catch his eyes looking down your body, then back up to your face. You are wearing a fitted blue dress. His favorite. It didn’t annoy you, though. You look down and see his cock hardening inside his pants.

You stare at each other for a few seconds more before running to each other. His hands pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist. He slides your dress up, kissing your neck as he rubs his cock against your entrance. He drops both of you to the floor, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. He pulls your panties to the side and shoves his cock deep inside you. He watches as your body bounces up and down the floor, helping your remove your straps off your shoulders to free your breasts.

He spreads your legs wider, feeling your walls hugging him tighter. His cock hits your spot every time.

“Harder Bucky,” you say. 

And he obliges. He places your legs on his shoulders and turns his head to bite your leg.

“Bucky,” you moan.

His thrust become faster, his metal thumb find its way between your bodies and circles your clit. The coolness of it causing goosebumps throughout your body.

“Cum for me baby,” he commands you.

Bucky deepens his thrusts, until finally, you cum. He follows shortly after, feeling his cum shoot inside you. He falls on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. You run your hand through his soft long hair, turning his face to you.

“I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” he says, giving you a tired smile.

“An extra surprise” Jimin smut Drabble

 Genre: Kinda Smut?

Words: 971

For: Anon

My first writing!! I hope you all enjoy!!

Originally posted by btswendy

       Jimin had made special restaurant reservations for the two of you today. He had made it a surprise so, you didn’t have time to dress up at all. You walked through the door and as soon as you did, he grabbed your hand then pulled you back out the door with a wide smile. You went wearing some white shoes, some skinny jeans rolled up above your ankles, a nice white shirt with a cream coloured cardigan.


      You’d just gotten home after the wonderful meal the both of you had together. He opened the door for you and smiled. “Was that a nice surprise, y/n?”


    “It was amazing. Thank you again, you’re so sweet.”


    “Well, you deserve to be treated like a princess!” He would laugh.

     You both got settled inside. You placed your shoes beside the door and sat on the couch. As you were flipping through channels, you noticed Jimin just standing there staring at you. “What’s the matter, Jiminie?” you asked, your head slightly tilting to the side.

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What are friends for (2/2)

Request: Hey could you do an imagine where y/n has just gone through a break up and Natasha (her best friend) helps her through it by being her fuck buddy?

AO3 comment: I wish you’d write more, maybe a friends with benifits to lovers sort of idea, maybe y/n falls in love and is scared to admit it.

A/n ok so this has been sitting on my file for MONTHS ! ! ! I finally decided to finish it for you guys (nsfw gifs)

Originally posted by dailymarvelheroes

Ever since you became friends with benefits seven months ago your life has been perfect. You were no longer thinking about what’s his name and you’ve been having amazing sex with my best friend. The only problem was that you were starting to fall in love with her.

“Hey you” Natasha whispered into my ear as I was changing in the locker room. “Do you want to meet up later?”

“Meet up as in dinner as friends or meet up as I make you cum multiple times in one night?” You asked as you buttoned up your pants.

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Hard day’s night

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, smut, swearing, overall sweetness!


Summary: Bucky asks for some time off to spend with his wife. 


Originally posted by 107th-infantry


“For some one whose supposed to have their shit together, I’m a goddamn mess” Bucky muttered as he ransacked the bedroom, desperately looking for that knife.

You honestly had no idea which one he meant when he explained it to you: ‘that double bladed, Swiss.. bla bla bla’ when you asked what he was looking for.

“Buck, do you really need that one knife? You have a whole secret closet full of weapons in here” you rolled your eyes at the look of offence on his face.

“It aint that much of a secret when you know about it, now is it, dollface? And yes! I need that knife!”

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mistahjimagines  asked:

Could I get a smut with Steve where he gets jealous? Rough and dirty talk if you dont mind? Thank you, love!!

sure thing! keep in mind that this is my first attempt at smut, and i am a complete virgin (i’ve never even kissed anyone, but i’ve read my fair share of smut, so i know what everything is), so this might not be the best, but i think it’s pretty good for my first try :)

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Something About A Promise - Snippet

Hello, and welcome to the project I’ve been working on for nearly a month and a half now. Will I complete it? Who knows. In the meantime, here’s a short bit of it. Featuring impatient/annoyed/at wits end Harry, and Drunk Niall.

“B-babe, want to hear a j-joke?” You’ve managed to flip over and crawl onto your knees, the world still spinning far too fast to get back up on your feet.

“Not particularly.”

Harry was many things, and calm, cool and collected were a few, but it was today, at two in the morning, standing half-naked in his kitchen with two drunk guests, he was losing patience quick.

“W-what’s the difference between a—” You snicker, holding a finger up to your lips as you try to collect yourself. “Okay. A-a G spot, and a golf ball.”

Harry side-eyes Niall who has his hand covering his mouth, waiting in anticipation of the punchline he more than likely had told you earlier that evening.

“A guy will actually s-search for a golf ba—” You don’t have the chance to finish before you’re succumbed to such laughter that not much noise has the chance to escape your mouth.

He had to admit, it did send the corners of his lips to lift for a moment.

“Niall, how did you get here?” Harry glances at Niall who has joined you in a mess of giggles, his entire body using the counter as support. “Niall.”

“A car.” He snickers. “How else?”

A smartass and a comedian are what he’s dealing with tonight apparently.

“Tell me you didn’t fucking drive.” He looks back down at you for an answer, but he’s only met with your arm stuck awkwardly inside your dress. Before he has a chance to question your antics, you swiftly remove your bra from your attire with an achieved grin. “Babe, no—”

“I’m freee,” you sing, throwing the bra in the direction of your shoes as Niall can only stare in awe.

“’Right, ‘m taking her to bed—” It’s the feel of delicate fingers lingering against the waistband of his boxers that causes him to strop abruptly, only to find the woman, who he is trying not to get horribly mad at, seconds away from tugging his shorts down. “Christ—Jesus—”

“I want a taste—” Instantly your wrists are bound in his hands as he takes a step back.

“Niall, did someone drive you?”

He’s reached the end of his patience, and the mere thought of his best mate behind the wheel of the car, as intoxicated as the both of you are, with you sitting passenger, only adds fuel to the fire.

“M’man Rupert. He—uh, he’s somewhere.” Niall finally responds, tugging a hang through his hair.

“Love, love! W-what’s the difference between anal sex and oral sex?” A small voice chirps up below him. Harry closes his eyes and prays to find the will to get through the next few minutes of this ordeal.

“Y-yeah, he’s outside.”

“Oral sex makes your day. A-and anal sex makes your hole weak.” You’ve lost yourself in another fit of mute giggles, Harry’s grip on your wrists loosening enough for you to scurry away.

“Thank you. Now, go home, mate. Y’drunk.”

“Funny.” Niall responds, folding his arms across his chest. “If y’can’t tell, she had more than me, and I’m not the one undressing on yer kitchen floor.”

Harry attention is brought back down below him as he catches you struggling to remove the second strap of your dress, one already managed to break free. He’s instantly hunching over, pulling a strap back up and standing you back on your feet, not removing his hand placed firmly along your backside.

“I don’t feel good.” You mutter quietly, your body breaking out into a cold sweat.

“Niall—” It’s a single warning, and quickly understood.

“Okay, okay.” He goes to grab his jacket off one of the barstools, and pauses to glance over at your slumping body. “Mate, she doesn’t look good.”

Before anyone has the chance to get another word in, your drinks of the night make a return onto the ceramic tiles, and harry can only stare up at Niall with enough irritation that left him leaving without another word.

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Requested by: @we-are-but-stardust

Request: Can you do a scenario where “y/n” and t.o.p have had so much sexual tension and have had to keep it on lockdown and hide it from the rest of the group. But finally get a moment to unleash all the sex and aggression?
A/N: Idk if this is the longest smut ever, but this is pretty damn long. I always imagined, and honestly believe, that TOP himself is aggressive or can be in the bedroom. He has attributes that he’s either said or I’ve noticed that lead me to believe that, so that’s how I’ve written him here. He’s aggressive and takes charge, and rips panties off with a look. Also, if you don’t need a metaphorical cigarette after reading this, I must have done something wrong. ENJOY!!
Warnings: This is the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written. SMUT!SMUT!SMUT! So much smut. There is also some BDSM, Dominant and Submissive play hinted in here. So please, be careful while reading.

Disclaimer: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owner!
Genre: TOP x Reader
Words:5276

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you write a reader x newt where the reader does a strip tease for him and newt is just so baffled and just lots of giggles and clumsiness and fluff.

Sure thing! Any excuse to use a Dita gif…she does things to me. ❤️

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Imagine: Giving Newt a strip tease.


The sound of your embarrassed giggle was all the wizard could focus on, and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing along as you clumsily tried to remove the strap to your stocking. He watched still, with the utmost interest as every new inch of skin was revealed to him. He sat back in his office chair, biting down on his thumb as he eyed you intently. Your hips swayed, rather erotically, and he felt his pants get just a bit tighter down there.

“This is awful.” You laughed, slipping out of the silk robe you wore, and letting it fall to the ground around your heels. But, Newt just hummed, not caring if you weren’t the greatest of dancers. Seeing you undress was a gift itself.

“You’re doing rather well, darling.”

“I doubt that….”

He chuckled, setting his hand down on the armrest and smiling over at you. “Believe me, it’s quite enjoyable from my perspective.”

“Well, you’re not the one currently embarrassing yourself.”

Newt just shook his head, eyes trailing over your gorgeous figure as you teasingly hooked a finger under your bra strap and brought it down around your shoulder. He bit his lip in anticipation, breath quickening when your breast popped up as the cup of your bra slowly came down. He had to shift in his seat, growing more uncomfortable with his current state as you continued to strip for him.

“Are you actually turned on by this, Scamander?”

His mind was currently occupied with all the sinful things he wanted to do to you he hardly paid any attention to your inquiry. But, he glanced up meeting your questioning gaze with a grin.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’m-” You walked forward, the bottom of your heel catching the robe on the floor and making you fight to remove it. But, your struggle only managed to tangle it more and you squeaked as you felt your footing fail you. Thankfully, Newt got up in time and caught you in his arms, your hands gripping his waist coat tightly.

With a heavy sigh, you looked up at his amused face. “Because I’m pretty terrible at it.”

Newt just stifled his laughter, not wanting to make you feel worse about anything. But, you could tell he was more than entertained by your uneventful strip tease.

“Not another word, Scamander.”

“I wasn’t going to-”

“Shh!”

You managed to steady yourself in his arms, getting annoyed with the heels and bending down to remove them. The instant relief was wonderful, and you sat down on the bed as you rubbed at your feet.

“I hate heels…”

Newt smiled down at you, pushing gently at your shoulder until you lied back on the bed. He climbed over you, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss.

“Why don’t I help you remove the rest of these?”

He played with the edge of your stocking, slowly bringing it down as you you looked up at him.

“That’s a much better idea.”

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Photography Practice pt.2

A few moments later you’re in your underwear and nothing else. Theres something that feels so good about the way Jonathan studies your body then snaps a picture of it. Posing like this is fun and a little scary but your heart is beating fast in a good way. Jonathan’s breathing is heavy and he groans quietly as you bite your lip for the camera.

He stands up and looks away from you to take the now finished roll of film out of the camera. It hits you just how exposed you are and you cup your breasts in your hands a little ruefully. He puts a new roll of film into the camera and takes it off the tripod.

“The bed.” he states and you raise an eyebrow at him before sauntering off the window ledge. You laugh when you hear the click of the camera as you walk and you turn around to find Jonathan knelt on the floor with a sheepish expression on his face.

You lie down on his bed and get comfortable. He asks for your permission and then straddles you to get shots of your face from a better angle. He leans back after a while and slides off you, his legs still flung over your body.

“You’re so beautiful.” he says, fixing his eyes to yours with a dreamy look. You sit up and tentatively reach out your hand to trail through his hair. When he doesn’t object and shuts his eyes you take your fingers down to his lips and trace them slowly. He hums appreciatively and gently bites your finger.

When he releases your finger he cups your chin. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, furrowing his brow.

You nod and scoot closer to him so that your legs are now around his waist. He removes the camera strap from around his neck and places it on his bedside table. Theres something about you being almost entirely naked and him being fully clothed that makes something inside you pulse. Theres a nervous moment where both of you are looking into each others eyes, not quite able to believe this is happening but he eventually brings his lips to yours, pressing a chaste kiss on you.

When he draws back you notice him observing your face, to make sure you’re alright with it and you can’t help but press yourself to him harder, biting his lip gently and running your hands through his hair. He deepens the kiss and forces his tongue into your mouth, his arms holding your waist hard, making you whimper. It quickly becomes frantic and you break for air, hands desperately unbuttoning his shirt. He lifts it over his head and pushes you down on the bed, shoving your legs apart and placing himself in-between them.

The feeling of him grinding through his jeans drives you crazy and you bring your fingernails down his back. He bucks out of rhythm and puts his lips to your neck, kissing downwards. You never expected him to be this intense but as he works himself down to your breasts, leaving bruises and hickeys as he goes, he pauses, waiting for your approval. You nod weakly and he gingerly takes your nipple into his mouth, gently rolling the other with his fingers. This time its you who bucks and you wrap your legs around him and squeeze.

He continues downwards, giving you small kisses all over your stomach and then thighs, which makes you giggle at the ticklish sensation. He shoots you a look of pure joy as you laugh, realising he’s found a weak spot but the laughing dies quickly as he places a kiss on you over your underwear. You can feel how wet you are and your breathing becomes quiet with anticipation. He laces his fingers with yours with one hand and traces over the fabric with the other, leaving you squirming. He lifts your hips up and you comply to take off your last item off clothing when he jolts to a stop.

“Jon?” you ask worriedly but his gaze is out of the window, distracted.

“My Mums just got home.” he says with a look of absolute horror on his face. He gets up and tosses your shirt to you while buttoning his up like lightning. As you finish yours he hands you your jeans, giving you a small kiss on your forehead.

“Next time.” he says, swallowing. He turns on a record and downs the ignored glass of water on his nightstand from earlier.  

You give him an embarrassed laugh and he shoots back a rueful smile as he ducks out of the door to greet his Mother.

daddy's little princess

description: luke’s a bad boy, you’re the priests daughter with a good girl reputation. Who knew it’d be so easy for Luke to corrupt you…

warnings: so basically you’re calling luke daddy and fucking him in church so yeah


Every week was the same. Wake up, get dressed in a sensible outfit, and pretend that you didn’t hate your life. You used to love your life, you were your daddy’s little girl and everyone knew you as a good girl as your father the was church priest. Rarely had you ever acted out, always obedient to your parents demands. But ever since Luke Hemmings had come back from boarding school a foot taller and a black ring in his lip, you had realized that maybe you were missing out. For the last 4 months you had been lusting after the broad boy, fantasizing of him holding you close, kissing you roughly, his thick long cock thrusting inside of you as you screamed his name. Except the problem was you were a good girl. No boy would look twice at you because they assumed you were a virginal prude. They were wrong, you had fucked an older boy from church who had moved away a year ago.

Your father had warned you to stay away from Luke, always saying “that Hemmings boy is trouble, I don’t want my sweet daughter anywhere near him.” He’d go on to say what Luke had said during confession to him and although your fathers intent was to make you disgusted with Luke, it only made you want him more. There was something about the idea of a bad boy and a good little girl that appealed to you. For some reason you just couldn’t get that thought out of you head.

Often times you’d catch yourself staring at Luke from across the church pew in his dark pants and tight button up, the top buttons undone to expose his toned chest. He would be lazily playing with his lip ring with his tongue, sending blissful fantasies in your mind. Imagining his tongue on you, bringing you to the brink -but no. That wouldn’t ever happen. You knew Luke had no interest in you, the only interaction the two of you had was when he’d notice you staring at him and he’d send a wink. Sometimes you would catch his ocean eyes on you, but you assumed he just wasn’t paying attention. There was no way a boy like Luke would ever want you.

That Sunday you put on a black skirt that hit about mid thigh, with a tight top that if you pulled it down enough, showed the perfect amount of your ample cleavage. You finished it off with a pair of thigh high socks. Before heading downstairs, you applied a dark red lipstick to your lips. Truth be told, you knew your mom wouldn’t be too pleased with your outfit, but it was the most defiant thing you’d done in years so you decided it’d be okay.

On the way to the church, your mom put up a bit of a fuss about your outfit as you expected, but eventually you let it go. That was relieving. You needed to show Luke you weren’t as good as he thought. When it was time for the teenagers to meet, you planned on hiking up your skirt and tugging down your top. This was phase one in operation seduce Luke.

The sermon was oddly ironic, as your father had chosen the topic of abstinence. The whole time you sent Luke glances, keeping eye contact when he’d notice. One particular time, he caught your eye as you had been playing with the top of you thigh high sock. When he saw that, you noticed him shifting visibly, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. It seems that Luke had a thing for thigh highs, things were going smoothly already.

When you were finally dismissed to go to the youth class, you made a detour to the bathroom. Once there, you hiked up your skirt, and revealed more of your breasts. This made you feel empowered and suddenly very confident. Just as you finished touching up your lipstick, you heard the main doors to the bathroom swing open. Before you could turn around to see who it was, there was a sharp click of the lock shutting.

“Reds a nice colour on you babe,” came a low voice. Successfully hiding your surprise, you turned around and met Lukes gaze. He was looking you up and down appreciatively, a smirk on his face.

“This is a girls bathroom,” you reminded him, causally running hand through your dark as if his presence didn’t bother you in the slightest.

“You know y/n, I had always had this hunch that you weren’t as innocent as people thought,” Luke began, slowly moving closer to you. “Today proved it. Did you think it was funny to tease me like that?” By now he was inches away from you, backing you up into the wall. He grabbed your hand, holding them up on the wall above you, trapping you in place.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” you said innocently, biting your lips. Luke let out a groan at that, pressing his body against yours.

“Oh princess, don’t play these games with me. You knew exactly what you were doing. Now you’re going to be punished for it,” Luke snapped, his voice raspy. The tall boys lips were barely brushing against yours as he spoke, sending a rush through you, and you sighed softly. He slowly started grinding against you, and you could feel his cock stiffen slightly against you. “I’m going to teach you not to tease daddy.”

A whimper escaped you. Roughly, Luke turned you around so your front was against the cool tiled wall. He stood flush to you, his mouth brushing against your neck.

“Daddy,” you whispered, and you felt his member harden a bit more. “I’ve been so naughty.”

Luke threw his head back with a groan, grabbing you so you were bent over facing the wall. Lifting up your skirt to reveal your lacy black panties, he placed his hands on your ass, his thumb rubbing slow circles on the skin.

“Did you wear these just for daddy?” Luke asked. You nodded. “Use your words princess. Let daddy hear you.”

“Yes daddy, I wore them for you!” You called out.

“Princess, you deserve five spankings. I want you to count them out loud for me, do yo understand?”

“Yes daddy.” Luke sensual way of speaking sent pleasure straight to your core. You knew you were already soaked.

“Get ready princess.” You could feel his hot breath as he murmured into your ear. A shiver ran down your spine as you waited in anticipation. Suddenly, his large hand made contact with your ass, a loud smack filling the silent room. You let out a cry.

“One!” Another hit. “Two!”

“You seem to be enjoying your punishment Princess, aren’t you,” Luke inquired, massaging your ass.

“Yes daddy I am,” you let out, stuttering slightly. Luke let out a low chuckled, before swinging his hand back then letting it collide with your backside. You let out another moan.

“Three!” You almost yelled.

“Two more babygirl, you’re doing so good. Daddy is so proud of you.” By this time, your arousal was dripping down your leg, and you knew Luke could tell.

Another smack.

“Four!”

The last hit was more forceful than all the other combined, yet you felt on top of the world from the throbbing skin. You knew that there’d be a imprint of Lukes hand on your ass, the thought of that just getting your more flustered.

“FIVE!” you screamed.

“Very good Princess, you did amazing. I think you deserve a reward,” Luke praised you. He reached up and slowly tugged down your skirt, and you stepped out of it. Off came your shirt, the flimsy material fluttering to the floor. For a moment Luke stood there, taking in the lacy black bra holding your large breasts up.

“While I find them very sexy,” Luke said, his hands finding the clasp. “I think I’d much rather prefer what’s underneath.” He expertly undid the clasp, slowly removing the straps off you arms. The bra landed on the floor, his hands replacing it, his thumbs running over your nipples.

“Daddy please,” you whined, desperate for more.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he marvelled, sliding his hands down your body. They reached you the top of your panties, and pulled them down, leaving you only in your thigh highs. “Get ready for your reward Princess.”

Luke got down on his knees, spreading your legs apart with his large hands. He kissed up your thighs, sucking and nibbling as he traveled upwards, surely leaving marks in its place. As he got closer, your breathing became laboured as you waited for him to make his next move. He blew warm air onto your clit, causing you to lace your fingers through his messy blond hair. Slowly, his tongue darted out, brushing against your clit. He started moving his tongue against you, moving up and down and side to side, before circling his tongue around it. Biting your lip, you held in your sounds of pleasure. Then he plunged his tongue it, causing you to lose all control. The room was filled with you whimpers and moans, as you tugged on his hair causing him to let out another groan. He sucked on your clit before going back to his previous
movements and you could feel that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach building up.

“Daddy,” you cried, tugging harder on his hard, receiving another sound of desire. “I’m close daddy!”

This seemed to encourage Luke, as he slipped a finger inside of you, his other hand holding your hips back as they started bucking. His movements increased and with a cry you reached your peak, crying out as Luke continued as your rode out your high. Luke peppered your face in kisses, finally meeting your lips with his. You could taste yourself on his lips, but you didn’t care as your lips moved frantically together.

“You did so well Princess,” Luke said breathlessly, breaking the kiss. His hands trailed down to the top of your thigh highs, fingering the soft material of them.

“Daddy,” you whined, running your hand over the front of his dress pants. If his cock wasn’t already completely hard before, it was now. “I want you inside me please!”

“Oh Princess, you don’t need to ask twice.” You started unbuttoning the rest of this shirt before letting it slip off his broad shoulders and onto the floor. You admired his lean body, slowly kissing down his chest until you reached the top of his pants, his length straining against the tight material. Unzipping them, you slid his pants down his legs leaving him only in his boxers. Even concealed by thin fabric you could tell his cock was huge. Luke saw you gulp and let out a chuckle.

“Oh Princess, just you wait,” Luke said lazily, stroking your hair. You slid down his boxers, his thick cock springing out. It was huge. You felt heat run through your body. Never before had you ever wanted anything so bad.

“Oh daddy I need you now,” you begged, reaching out to his cock. You took it in your hand, rubbing your thumb against the tip. “Please fuck me like the dirty slut I am. Please daddy!”

“Get ready Princess,” Luke whispered, a cocky tone to his voice. He led you over to the sinks, bending you over the counter. “I’m going to make you mind baby.”

You felt his tip brush against your entrance, and you moaned. Slowly he slid in, stretching you.

“Oh Princess,” he moaned out. “You’re so tight. Fuck baby.”

He pulled out slightly, before slamming back in, receiving a cry from you. Thrusting hard, he whispered in your ear.

“You’re such a dirty girl, fucking me in a church like this. What would your father say if he knew I had you bent over the sink, at my mercy as I slam into your tight wet pussy?” Luke smacked your ass. “Cmon baby, let me hear you!”

“Oh daddy,” you replied, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Faster daddy please. I’m so close.”

“Hold on Princess,” Luke commanded, speeding up. The sound of your skin slapping together joined the symphony of moans filling the room. “Wait for daddy Princess, don’t come yet.”

Once again, you could feel your orgasm nearing, building up, getting closer and closer. Whimpering as Luke slammed into you, brushing against your g spot, you let out a cry.

“Daddy please,” you begged, nearing tears. You needed to cum now, the need for a release so desperate.

“Let go babygirl,” Luke shouted. As you reached your eye, screaming out his name over and over, you felt him release into you, as he moaned louder than ever.

After you both came down from your highs, Luke slid out of you, pulling you close to him. He placed his lips on your temple, running a hand up and down your back.

“You did so well Princess. That was amazing babygirl,” Luke praised you, his voice tired. You just nodded, too tired to even respond. After awhile of standing there, wrapped in his strong arms, he let you go. “It’s almost time to go home Princess, I should let you make yourself appear like a good little girl again. Can’t have anyone knowing what their little angels been up too.”

Luke pulled on his clothes, now rumpled. He ran a hand through his messy, sweaty hair. You continued to stand there, staring at the beautiful boy.

“I need to go confess of my sins,” he told you with a wink. “See you next week Princess.”

With that he walked out, leaving you still naked. The shock of what just happened hadn’t left you, but you looked forward to next week, anticipating what’d happen next.

Eyes on me

Requested by @sophiiev - #26 with Derek Mprgan?
Prompts – 26 – ‘Keep your eyes on me.’

Word Count – 799

Characters – Derek x reader



You had woken up in a dark room. You looked around to see if there was any light but there was none. You heard quiet beeping and you looked down to see a bomb strapped to your chest. The unsub had managed to get you, at least it wasn’t another civilian, you thought. You and the team had been in California searching for an unsub who was killing small groups of people by forcing an victim to wear the bomb and walk right into the middle and them boom.
You heard footsteps above your and you looked up but the footsteps got more frantic as more footsteps entered. The police and the team were here. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The stairs on the other side of the door creaked and the door swung open and the person froze. You looked up to see Emily.
‘Y/N, are you okay?’ She questioned you.
‘Yeah, minus the bomb around my stomach.’ You said looking down, Emily looked at it and stepped forward you lifted your hand.
‘Don’t come any closer.’ You said and she stopped.
‘I don’t know if he has this bobby trapped or if it will set of if anyone comes near it. It’s different from the other ones.’ You told her since you had gone over the remains of the bombs at the crime scenes.
‘What can I do?’ She asked.
‘Get bomb squad here, try and do it discreetly.’ You said and she nodded and made her way back up the stairs.


‘Okay, thanks.’ Derek heard Emily say on the phone before hanging up.
‘Who was that?’ Derek asked and Emily hesitated.
‘Bomb squad.’ She said.
‘Why would we need bomb squad?’ Derek asked and Emily’s eyes flickered to the stairs that led to the basement.
‘Who’s down there?’ He questioned stepping towards but she stepped in front of him.
‘Who is down there Emily.’ He asked getting annoyed at her holding back information.
‘Y/N.’ She said and Derek didn’t listen to the shouts as he bolted down the stairs and stopped at the bottom as he saw you with your eyes closed taking deep breaths.


‘Y/N?’ You heard and you opened your eyes to see a worried Derek.
‘Derek.’ You breathed, he stepped closer.
‘Don’t.’ You said quickly.
‘I don’t know if it will go of if you get closer.’ You said as you watched him slowly step forward.
‘Derek don’t!’ You said. He didn’t listen.
‘If it goes off I’m going with you.’ He said but you stared panicking and it started beeping faster. Derek froze and looked up.
‘It’s attached to my pulse.’ You sighed and took deep breaths slowing your pulse and the beeps down. Derek closed the distance between you and sat next to you, not before placing a kiss on the top of your head.
‘Emily contacted the bomb squad, they’ll be here soon.’ He said as he picked your hand up and kept rubbing it.


You and Derek had talked until the bomb squad arrived with their suits on. They started talking different ways on how to diffuse it, they hadn’t seen this type of bomb before.
‘Your gonna have to cut it off and chuck it.’ You said and they turned to you.
‘It’s the same as the other bombs. The explosion was big but the contact point was small and killed those right next to it.’ You said continuing to Derek who was standing next to you.
‘You are all gonna have to give me space so I can get it off.’ You commanded.
‘Ma’am.’ They started to say but you cut them short.
‘Don’t ma’am me and if you come near me with that.’ You said pointing at their equipment.
‘My heart rate will pick up subconsciously. If I do it myself, I’ll be able to run and get away from the major contact.’ You said to them and they hesitated but then they realized that it would mean less casualties, even if it meant losing and agent.
‘Derek go.’ You said and he shook his head. You sighed and started removing the strap and it started beeping faster.
‘Keep your eyes on me.’ Derek said as he stood the opposite side. You did as he told you and removed the strap the beeping getting faster as it left your body. You flung it to the corner and run towards the door. Derek managed to close the door behind you as he had enveloped you in his arms. You both let out a sigh and slouched to the ground as you looked up to the top of the stairs you saw your team, you gave them thumbs up before leaning your head against Derek’s chest and let out a massive breath.

Originally posted by estrangedlestrange

a continuation of was my soul left behind

for gab (@doubleblacked)

Chuuya was trying hard not to wring the neck of those old bastards bidding for him with lust in their eyes.

It was no surprise for Chuuya; to be one of the best-sellers. He prides himself for his long orange locks and deep mesmerizing blue eyes. What he does hate is those lustful geezers touching his hair or looking at his blue eyes with lust. He’d rather kill them all than let them touch him.

But this was their line of business; given that, stuff like these were normal.

What he does not deem normal is the peculiar, weird as fuck stranger who had brought him.

Coldness ran up to Chuuya’s spine. He could not fanthom, believe, accept that he was leaving this hell hole. Someone had bought him for good; now he wasn’t sure if he was going to be thankful for it or not.

Dazai Osamu, was it?

He was a stranger, a weird one at that. Who in their fucking right minds would even dare to buy a human being (if he even was qualified as one) for a hundred billion yen? He was battered, bruised and broken beyond repair.

He tightens his grip on the coat that hung on his shoulders. He ignores the blatant stares of the his colleagues and walks directly towards Dazai Osamu; the peculiar stranger with such dark festures, chiseled jawline and a deep; almost hidden amongst the darkness surrounding him— his dark eyes.

There’s a smirk on his face — one that sent shivers to Chuuya’s spine. Dazai — he would never know Chuuya called him that, anyway — clenched his fingers as he stared at Chuuya walking towards him. For starters, Chuuya was never one for people staring at him; he wanted nothing more than gouge their eyes out but this was something different — his eyes held rawness, beastiality; the dark brown eyes staring at Chuuya made him quiver in anticipation, that makes him stop to compose himself, that makes him admit that the stranger’s gaze affected him more than anybody’s touches.

“Cling on that coat tighter and cover your body.” Were the cold words whispered on his ear. Chuuya’s forehead creased in confusion — still, following the taller boy’s orders and tried to prevent himself from flinching on the sudden warmth hitting his earlobe.

Chuuya rolled his eyes. It wasn’t like everybody hadn’t seen him naked already, after all; what he was wearing leaves nothing to imagination. He bites back his rebuttal, clinging on the coat tighter to cover his body — playing the weak, submissive pet he was taught to.

Holy fuck.

Chuuya knew there was something to this man than what meets the eye — but what the fucking hell is this?

“How did you buy me for a hundred billion yen when you can’t even furnish your apartment?” Chuuya mumbles to himself; not enough for the taller man to hear.

“Ah, that.” There’s a smirk on Dazai’s face as he opens his fridge; directly drinking down a bottle of beer. “Are you by any chance interested in my life, Chuuya-kun~?”

Chuuya let’s out a small groan when he catches himself and immediately composes himself, clearing out his throat. “It’s nothing like that, Dazai-san. I am sorry for intruding on your private life.” I want to wring your neck right now, what an asshole.

Chuuya was pretty sure he didn’t say that out loud but the chuckle escaping the taller man’s mouth made it seem so. “Chuuya~” He calls, low and voice dripping like honey Chuuya had to blink in surprise. “You’re quite pugnacious under that mask.”

Fuck. Chuuya cursed himself over and over again. Where did he slip up? He blinked, trying to process over his thoughts. “I beg your pardon?”

Dazai chuckles, the low sound echoing throughout his closed apartment. He vaguely gestures a nonchalant wave, trying hard not to laugh. “I’m saying that you need to drop your mask. You are not as good as you thought you’d be.”

Chuuya snarls. He prides himself on the masks he puts on everday. It’s a mask that helps him divide himself and the world, it’s a mask he wears everyday — and not one had discovered what was underneath it; well except one. “Fuck you.” He blurts out, without much thinking.

His eyes widened in surprise — ready to take back his words when Dazai laughs again. “That’s more like it,” He chuckles before pointing towards another door. “Go and take a shower. Erase those existence of previous men on your body.”

Chuuya rolls his eyes. He wanted to argue because he cleanses himself thoroughly after every night, thank you very fucking much. He doesn’t like the scent of the men that touches him, doesn’t like the sweetness of the women around him and thus, he spends hours in the bathroom trying to erase every evidence they have on his body.

Chuuya places the coat on the sink — thankfully, the guy had a decent bathroom. He removes the leather strapped on him, tousles his hair before he dips into the warm bathtub. He sighs contentedly; how many months has it been since he’s been relaxed like this? How many months has it been since Chuuya last let his guard down?

Chuuya grabs the soap — which smells like lavender and honey. How the fuck does that guy own this? It’s an immersely expensive brand of soap; one he had seen once or twice when brought over the grandest hotel in Yokohama. Sighing, he lets himself be immersed by the bath; the feeling of the warm water too tempting to ignore.

He hears a soft song playing in the next room. The tune almost lulled Chuuya to sleep; if not for the knock interrupting it.

“Oi, dwarf.”

“How the fuck is a disrespectful bastard like him rich?” Chuuya mumbles to himself, rolling his eyes. “Yeah?”

The only sound replying to him was the sound of silence. Chuuya rolls his eyes; dipping half of his face to the warm water. He hears the door open slightly; a faint rustle and loud footsteps before it closes once more.

After Chuuya was done taking his sweet time, he unconsciously smiles seeing the clothes (trying hard to be neatly folded) in the sink.
***
Chuuya dries his hair as he steps out of the bathroom. The clothes given to him fell on his knees and he looked like someone ragged in this outfit. Chuuya catches Dazai’s gaze as he lowers down his towel. He flushes, fidgeting slightly at the intenseness of the gaze of the said man.

Then, he hears a chuckle muffled under a hand.

“Chuuya is so short, isn’t he~”

“Bastard!” Chuuya flushes — he could not however believe how he was behaving. He had learned to mask all his emotions and thoughts, learned how to satisfy others in fake moans and emotions; it’s surreal to act real. “You are just lanky and tall. Fuck off.”

“Chuuya has such a foul mouth, doesn’t he?”

Chuuya rolls his eyes. “I’m sure you didn’t bring me here to berate me about my foul mouth.”

“Chuuya is so demanding.” Dazai sighs as he places the book on the bedside table, patting the space before him.

Chuuya smiles seductively, smirking inwardly when he sees Dazai’s gaze darkens. Instead of sitting on the spot where Dazai’s hand stayed, he smirks and sits on Dazai’s lap facing the taller one.

“Chuuya.” Dazai growls — low and gruttal, raw and dark bringing shivers to the end of Chuuya’s spine.

Chuuya’s lips are inches away from Dazai’s. His hands had found it’s way to Dazai’s nape, his legs wrapped around Dazai’s torso and his body close to Dazai’s as if air was afraid to pass by them.

This was a familiar ground. This was how Chuuya grew up; he will show Dazai Osamu who’s boss. “Don’t disappoint me then.” Dazai whispers to his ear, making Chuuya smirk.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?”
***
Chuuya swore he never had sex so infuriatingly painful before. Dazai Osamu, was to say, a beast in bed. He had tons of experience before — from old leeches who take him roughly, from men who throws their frustrations at Chuuya and to women who wanted nothing but comfort — but Dazai Osamu was an entirely different matter.

Chuuya closes his eyes and curses inwardly. He feels sore all over his body but his stomach screams bloody murder and that was something he could never ignore. Sighing, he pushed the covers off his body - smiling as he saw Dazai snoring lightly.

He picks up the clothes on the floor and welcomes himself to Dazai’s kitchen. Fortunately, for a man who had an old apartment, Dazai’s refrigerator had everything Chuuya needed.

Now what? Was Chuuya going to stay here? Was Dazai going to throw him away? There was a lot of possibilities, thoughts running on Chuuya’s head like tangled webs.

As he was about to place the eggs on the pan, Dazai suddenly bursts inside – hair clearly disheveled from last night’s activities, half-naked but his bandages were around his torso (Chuuya isn’t disappointed, what do you mean) and the relief on Dazai’s eyes was clearly visible.

“Chuuya.”

“Morning.” Chuuya greets, smiling shyly. “Hope it doesn’t bother you.” Chuuya gestures at Dazai’s kitchen and Dazai only shakes his head.

Silence continues to take over both of them. The only sound that could be heard was the soft bubbling of the oil and the wind rustling outside. Chuuya fidgets slightly; uncomfortable at the darkness Dazai’s gaze held.

“Chuuya looks so short in my shirt.”

Chuuya rolls his eyes. “It’s not my fault you’re practically a giant.”

“Don’t you mean you’re just too short, Chuuya? You’re practically like a dog, a chihuahua.”

“Shut it, lanky giant.”

Chuuya places the omelet in front of Dazai after he turns off the burning stove. He sits in front of Dazai; who had an unreadable expression on his face as he stares at Chuuya. Blinking, Chuuya snaps his fingers in front of Dazai.

“Is something the matter?” He asks, confused.

“Nothing.” An easy, practiced smile falls in Dazai’s facade immediately. “I’m just surprised a dwarf as small as you could reach my stove~”

“One more insult about my height and the knife is going straight to your throat.”

“Never knew Chuuya was this kinky.”

A dark blush suddenly appears in Chuuya’s face. “You…” He’s loss for words making Dazai chuckle at his expense. Chuuya’s face shows nothing but flustered as he curses Dazai to the moon and back.

“Chuuya.” Dazai stops laughing, eyes trained on Chuuya with a smirk. “We’re going to crash a party tonight. Can you handle it, dear shortie~”

Chuuya smirks. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
***
“Why do I have to play as your wife?!”

“Because Chuuya is short and feminine?”

“Did you just call me feminine, you ass?!” Chuuya shouts from the fitting room as he grumbles about the dress.

It’s covered all the way to the neck with a see-through red cloth, Chuuya’s front is covered but the dress shows the entirety of his back, matched up with a high thigh slit making Chuuya’s legs visible. His features; no matter how much he hates it — is compatible with the said dress and one could even mistake him for a girl at this rate.

“Chuuya.” Dazai whines from the other room. “You’re such a girl. Hurry up, Chuuya~”

“I’m coming out, fucking slave driver.”

Chuuya ties his hair, placing it sideways. He groans at the heels he wears, cursing Dazai for picking such high heels. Awkwardly, he opens the door of the shop and peeks out. Dazai is talking to one of the saleslady with a soft smile on his face, his back towards Chuuya so he wasn’t able to see Chuuya come out.

The saleslady stops and glances at Chuuya before a smile grazes her lips. “It suits you very much, Ma'am.”

Chuuya glares at Dazai — who was staring at Chuuya with an unreadable expression but there was no mistaking the desire in his eyes.

“What do you think, Sir?”

Dazai smirks and hides his chuckle behind his palm. This bastard.
***
“Dazai-kun, it’s nice to see you in this charity event.”

“Yoshida-san.” Dazai greets with a cheery smile, shaking the older man’s hand. He gestures to Chuuya who wore a timid smile as he pinches Dazai’s arms hard, making Dazai chuckle slightly. “This is Chuuya. Chuuya, this is Michi Yoshida, the owner of the Yoshida Corp.”

“Nice to meet you Sir.” Chuuya says smiling but all he wanted was to snort in disgust as the man eyes Chuuya from head to toe with desire.

“If you’ll excuse us, Yoshida-san. I’d rather greet people who doesn’t stare at my wife for too long.”

The soft music playing goes in and out of Chuuya’s ears. Couples are dancing in the middle of the dancefloor and Chuuya doesn’t even know how they can dance in those heels. He doesn’t even know how people managed to smile for this long without their jaw slacking or going numb.

“Chuuya is tired already?” Dazai teases, his hot breath fanning Chuuya’s ears. “Did I tire out the little chihuahua too much?”

Chuuya steps on Dazai’s foot, hard. “Oh. I’m sorry, darling.” He fakes a sweet voice and a sweet smile.

“No worries, dear.” Dazai grimaces at the pain. “Would you like to join me and find a bucket so we could barf?” He asks in the same tone as discussing the weather.

Chuuya snorts. He was about to retort when a man suddenly intervenes. Chuuya glances at him and meets the darkest shade of violet eyes he’d ever seen. There’s a smirk on his face and his aura emitted something similar to Dazai’s.

“May I have a dance?” He asks, his eyes never leaving Chuuya.

Chuuya glances at Dazai, who nods stiffly. He gently places Chuuya’s hands on the mystery man. “One hair out of place and I’ll meet you in hell, Doestoyevsky.”

The man merely smirks.

He leads Chuuya to the ballroom; a couple of people dancing here and there to the sweet tune of the music. Chuuya glances at the mystery man — Doestoyevsky as Dazai called him. He was a thin, pale man with dark lavender eyes; an exquisite color, one of the very few shades Chuuya saw. His aura, surprisingly, was similar to Dazai’s.

He smirked, placing a hand on Chuuya’s small waist. “Nakahara Chuuya. Orphan and was sold at the age of five to Gimaro; the owner of the Prostitution Table.”

Chuuya froze. He glides along with Doestoyevsky who kept staring at him, waiting for some sort of reaction. “I see you’ve done your research, Dostoyevsky-san.”

“Do you want to know your past, Nakahara?”

Chuuya stops, his eyes as wide as saucers as he stares at Doestoyevsky who seemed to be amused at his reaction. They slide effortlessly in the middle of the dancefloor, like Chuuya’s brain wasn’t going haywire and everything was fine.

“Dazai Osamu is a demon, Nakahara.” He says, his mouth close to Chuuya’s ear. “He is simply using you for convenience.”

A faint clearing of throat and a hand outstretched to Chuuya snapped him out of his thoughts. “Chuuya.” Meeting his dark, brown eyes, Chuuya feels warmth spresding across his chest. Fyodor places Chuuya’s hand on top of Dazai’s, smirking at the man who just arrived.

Dazai tightens his grip on Chuuya’s hand. Before Fyodor could walk away from both of them, Dazai tilts his head, his gaze dark which made half of the people in the room step back. “I’ll see you in hell, Doestoyevsky.”

Fyodor merely smirks, looking at the loose curls of Chuuya’s hair. “You’ve become too possessive of your… toy, Dazai.”

Dazai grins devilishly at him, placing his hand on Chuuya’s waist — marking his possession. However, the dark look on his face doesn’t disappear. “Mess with Chuuya and I’ll send you all to hell.”

Fyodor shrugs. Chuuya fights his blush. This bastard. He wasn’t only saying it to Fyodor; not with the voice as loud and as dark as that. It was a message — to all the people who had stared at Chuuya with lust in their eyes.

“Is he merely a toy, Dazai?” Fyodor smirks, his eyes lands on Chuuya.

“Why,” Dazai’s tone is friendly, his voice is sweet but there’s an underlying venom on his words. “Chuuya is merely a short hat rack I manage to buy, you see~”

“Don’t insult my hats, you bastard.” Chuuya mutters under his breath, elbowing Dazai quickly.

“How lucky of me to buy a hat rack that can cook, eh, Chuuya?”

“One more word and I’ll choke you.”

“Chuuya is so kinky too, even in public.”

“Dazai!”

“Don’t worry, Chuuya.” Dazai smirked, sending a wink at Chuuya’s direction. “I’m the only one who knows how kinky you are of course~”

“I will seriously kill you.”

“Feel free but no one will be able to satisfy you anymore.”

This time, Chuuya smirks. “Who said you’re the only one who can satisfy me?”

+++
and thus fyodor and the rest of the audience was forgotten. hiiii! HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAY GAB MATANDA KA NA (i told you this was cringe but eyy i still managed to finish it lol) ENJOY YOUR DAY AND THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, PAKYU KA. LOVE YOU YOU SHIT 💮(i was supposed to post this hours ago i forgot lol)

saiyanshredder  asked:

Favorite ridiculous censorship from any of the Yugioh animes.

Whew now that’s a cesspool to dig through:

DM had the scene where Joey beats up a bunch of thugs and saves Yugi (or Marik, not sure), but the dub cut out the fighting and immediately switched to the next scene, confusing absolutely everyone

There was that one scene in GX where Judai and some other characters were walking down a hallway, talking about what Saiou’s intentions could be, which in the dub was replaced by hamburgers (I am not exaggerating, please watch this https://youtu.be/upHaMuO4g6c?t=64 )

5D’s had a lot of silly stuff done to it, but the most bizarre was removing the straps from Aki’s stockings (doesn’t that technically make her more naked)

Zexal didn’t have too much censorship, but they sent a space ambulance to Kaito after that moment on the moon (I hope they get there in time uwu)

The most bizarre piece of censorship in Arc-V is turning the Frightfur Scissors into lightsabers

Fight For Love - A Bellamy Blake Imagine

Originally posted by scenesocialbroken

Summary: Imagine Bellamy saving you from Mount Weather. Requested


You stood on the dropship ramp, anxiously panting as the loud pops of gunfire echoed in your ears. Bombs went off, blasting dirt and body parts into the air. Arrows flew, rapidly whizzing past your ears before meeting their fleshy targets with master precision. Those targets were your friends, the foot soldiers that fought valiantly to protect their newfound home but their efforts had fallen short.

Clarke had just called for the troops to fall back as the relentless grounder army advanced on camp, slashing their way through the delinquents and leaving a bloody trail of death in their wake. You had hesitantly followed her orders, retreating to the protective walls of the spaceship, but you couldn’t seem to remove yourself from the doorway. You refused the let the dropship doors close without Bellamy aboard.  

Amidst the chaos, you saw him. He had just poked his greasy mop top out of one of the foxholes, gazing at the madness of camp with a rifle clutched firmly in his hands.

“Bellamy!” you called out, urging him to make his way to the dropship immediately.

Clarke was getting ready to shut the doors, prepared to roast the grounders alive with the dropship’s thrusters and Bellamy would join them if he didn’t make haste.

As Bellamy’s eyes locked with yours, you felt a subtle sense of relief. He was unharmed, he was alive, and if he floored it, he had just enough time to make it into the dropship and into your arms. That small glimmer of hope was quickly dashed by a tall and fearsome grounder stepping into Bellamy’s path.

You screamed as you watched the grounder viciously knock Bellamy to the ground. He scrambled backward in the dirt as the grounder held him at the mercy of his sword but before Bellamy could come face to face with the grim reaper, Finn dove into action to rescue his friend.

The two young men seemed to struggle against the prowess of the grounder. They wrestled back and forth in the dirt and just as soon as Finn had freed Bellamy from the jaws of death, it was now the spacewalker that was being choked within an inch of his life.  

“Bellamy!” you shrieked again.

Bellamy looked at you and then at his dying friend. And you knew that he would never abandon a friend in need to solidify his own safety. He made brief eye contact with you, giving you a reassuring nod before tackling the grounder off of Finn.

“No!” you cried.

Miller and Clarke grabbed you, forcefully pulling you into the ship as you kicked and screamed in rebellion.

That was your last memory of Bellamy and it haunted you even now as you lingered in the shadow of your own demise.

You had spent the past three days captive in a steel cage inside of Mount Weather. The price you paid for freedom was pain in the form of a drill. They only released you from your cell to harvest your precious bone marrow. Your body was weak, your joints ached, and a sharp pain pervaded your chest with every drawn breath. You suffered so much from the torturous procedure that you nearly welcomed death.

It wasn’t the incessant buzzing of the drill or the burning agony that came with it that made you want to give up the ghost, but it was the thought of living in a world without your best friend that made you believe that surviving just wasn’t worth the fight anymore.

For all you knew, Bellamy hadn’t survived the fiery blast at the drop ship. It had been weeks since you’d felt his warm embrace or relished in his tender kiss and you were beginning to think that you would die without ever experiencing those earthly pleasures ever again. And a life void of Bellamy Blake didn’t seem like a life worth living.    

It was your turn again. The lab assistants dragged your limp body from the cage and placed you on the operating table underneath the blinding, white light. You didn’t fight back as they strapped you down. You just closed your eyes, knowing this was it. With your weakening condition, it would only take one more bone marrow extraction for them to finish you off. Your only hope was that Bellamy might’ve been on the other side waiting to take your hand and welcome you into the afterlife.  

Instead of hearing the high pitched screech of the drill, you heard two gunshots ring out into the room. You heard the weight of the two lab assistants hitting the concrete floor. And out of the blinding light of the lamp, the frame of a Mount Weather guard became clear.

His helmet-clad face was looking down at you as he removed the belted straps that held you in place. Once you were free, he removed his goggles and helmet to reveal messy dark hair and deep brown eyes.

“Bellamy…” you whispered.

He took your frail body into his arms and lifted you off of the table. He cradled you close to him, rocking you gently against his chest.

“Shhh…I’m here,” Bellamy whispered. He planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You’re going to be okay…you’re going to be okay.”

The 100 - Jasper Jordan - Winding Down

With the smut can you do 5 with either Bellamy or Jasper please? I love your writing!

AN: this is for @sgarrett49 thanks for the request and I hope it’s okay I chose Jasper as I feel he doesn’t get much smut and I love him.

Warnings: Smut and swearing

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It had been a long day around the camp as usual. Bellamy had been on at you all day to prepare equipment and food supplies whilst your boyfriend Jasper had been told to help build the wall between camp and grounder territory. Neither of you had had it particularly easy that day.
Shoving your last box to one side you had finished the counting and all you had left to do was to log the last of the supplies on the paper Bellamy had left you with. Scribbling down numbers, you threw down the pen and paper and left the tent before anyone could tell you to do anymore work.
You realised when you stood outside of the tent that it was almost dark. Surely the people building the fence were almost done by now. There was no way Bellamy could keep them working much longer. You understood there was work to be done but it would start to become borderline slavery if they carried on much more.
You walked over to the drop ship to see if there was any spare food going though you doubted it. Bellamy was strictly rationing food at the moment as they didn’t know when it’d be safe to go out hunting again.
Looking around aimlessly for your boyfriend Jasper, you locked eyes with Monty and began making your way over to him.

“Hey Monty.” You smiled “any idea where Jasper is?”
Before he could reply you jumped as you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist and a chin lean on your shoulder from behind.

“Hello you.” He whispered in your ear giving you goosebumps over your neck and back. You loved that even this far into your relationship, he still had the ability to make you nervous and give you butterflies at just a touch. You turned to face him smiling as your eyes locked with his.

“There you are. I was looking for you.” You said as he spun you around and planted a kiss on your lips. Monty took this as his cue to leave and did so leaving you two wrapped up in each others arms.

-

It was dinner time and the two of you sat together with Monty, Harper and Miller as the five of you sat and chatted about your day. You’d all been working on different things. Harper and Miller had had the misfortune of being stuck in the meat smoking tent so were hot, sticky and fed up to say the least. Monty had been in the drop ship all day attempting to make contact with the Ark. He was getting down about it because Clarke put a lot of pressure on him and he hadn’t managed anything so far.

“Monty, don’t worry.” You told him. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.” 

He smiled at your reassurance. 

“Thanks y/n.” 

“No problem.” You grinned. “I’m so tired I think I’m gonna have an early night tonight guys.” You said. 

 “I’m with you on that.” Harper laughed. The two of you got up and said goodnight to the boys before leaving to find your tents. You stumbled into your tent and sat on the edge of the bed you shared with Jasper. You sat there for a few minutes before hearing the tent open again as Jasper walked in smiling.

 “Miller went to clean himself up a bit and Monty went to speak to Clarke about the wristbands so I decided I’d come and go to bed with you.” He said sitting down next to you. You smiled up at him as he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder and took your hand in his. 

 “You seem tense.” He said putting his hand on your shoulder. “Come on I’ll help you wind down a bit before bed.” 

He began rubbing your shoulders gently easing out the tight knots in your back that you’d acquired from hauling boxes around all day. You moaned softly as he eased the tension in your back and neck. He placed soft butterfly kisses along your back and shoulders trailing up to your neck making you gasp slightly. You turned to face him. 

 “Thanks Jasp.” You said pecking his lips softly. “Actually you seem slightly tense as well.” You smirked feeling a new spike of energy. 

 “Well I guess I am a bit. Those fences aren’t exactly light work.” He chuckled. 

“I think I can help you there.” You said as you leaned in and kissed him roughly on the lips. You moved so you were straddled over his lap and continued to kiss him passionately as you began to grind on his lap making him moan slightly into your mouth. You continued, feeling him getting hard in his pants. It only made you more and more wet as you felt his bulge rubbing on you through your clothes. He moaned quietly as you moved your mouth to his neck sucking at the skin gently and nipping it leaving small red marks marking him as your property. You kissed him again passionately letting your tongue dominate his determined to stay in control as long as you could. You pulled your t-shirt over your head and he looked down at your breasts, eyes filled with lust. 

 "Fuck I love seeing you topless.“ He groaned as you pulled his shirt off him and threw it behind you. You leaned into him forcing him to lie down on the bed as he undid your bra and removed the straps. He crept his hand up to your breasts cupping one in his hand and groping it gently sending electricity through your body. You lay on top of his kissing him passionately before he surprised you and flipped you over on the bed so you were now on the bottom. 

“You didn’t think you’d get away with that for much longer did you?” He tutted smirking at you. He leaned down kissing your collar bone and neck whilst unbuttoning your trousers leaving you in nothing but your panties. He undid his own and you could see his hard bulge in his boxers and you felt yourself get wetter. He hooked a finger into your panties pulling them down slightly. 

 "Wet already I see.“ He teased as you blushed slightly. He pulled them all the way down eventually discarding them on the floor next to the bed. He rubbed his thumb over your clit making you moan with pleasure as he continued to kiss your neck. You reached out and pulled down his own boxers revealing his solid member. He teased your entrance with his tip rubbing it up and down your folds making you tense up with pleasure. 

 "Stop teasing Jasper.” You whined and without warning he pushed himself inside of you making you gasp. 

 "Wow y/n, your shoulders aren’t the only thing that’s tight tonight.“ He chuckled. He moved in and out of you slowly reaching up to your breasts and playing with your nipples. His touch drove you crazy as he continued to move himself in and out of you hitting your G spot each time. 

 "Fuck, Jasper.” You moaned feeling your climax approaching. He leaned down kissing your lips roughly as you felt the familiar warm tingling sensation overcome your entire body. Several more thrusts and you felt Jasper’s warm liquids filling your insides as the two of you collapsed in a breathless pile on the bed. He rolled over lying down next to you panting as you pulled the covers over the both of you. He pulled you into his side and you snuggled into him resting your head on his warm chest. You could hear his heart beating quickly as you put your arm over his stomach. He stroked your hair softly and the two of you lay there for a few minutes in silence. 

“Hey Jasper.” You said quietly. 

 "Mm?“ He replied. 

“We should have early nights more often." 

"Definitely.” He grinned kissing your forehead softly.

SKIN BRUSHING FOR CELLULITE AND DETOX
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Did You Know? The skin is the largest most important eliminative organ in the body and is responsible for one quarter of the body’s detoxification each day.

  • The skin eliminates over one pound of waste acids each day in the average adult, most of it through the sweat glands
  • The skin is known also as our third kidney
  • The skin receives one third of all the blood circulated in the body
  • The skin is the last to receive nutrients in the body, yet the first to show signs of imbalance or deficiency

Detoxification is performed by a number of organs, glands, and transportation systems, including the skin, gut, kidneys, liver, lungs, lymphatic system, and mucous membranes. Dry brushing is a way to stimulate all the above organs of detoxification because it provides a gentle internal massage.

Dry Brushing was recommended by the Finnish Dr. Paavo Airola for his patients 30 years ago and is still popular in European spas and many cancer treatment centers today.  Dry brushing is promoted as a preventative for dry skin and a way to exfoliate the skin, thIs stimulating skin renewal that is super soft to the touch, but there are many other benefits as well:

1. Dry brushing removes cellulite – Cellulite is a non-scientific term defined as toxic deposits of subcutaneous fat material and fibrous tissue that are not able to be eliminated and which cause a dimpling effect on the overlying skin. These deposits most commonly occur on the thighs and hips of women.  But also on men. What causes the toxins? Well, some think that we store the breakdown product of cells as toxins in this subcutaneous tissue. Others think that toxic emotions can be stored in the subcutaneous tissue which then builds up as cellulite.


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  •  Your best bets for getting rid of cellulite are dry brushing, massage, working though the emotional issues that are causing the toxins to stagnate, eating foods that feed the skin, an alkaline diet program and a consistent/persistent exercise routine. These techniques will break down the unwelcome toxic body deposits and send them scurrying out your body through the elimination channels we discussed above. And your health will be SO much better for it!
  • Foods that feed the skin include: green vegetable juice, fruits (esp. berries), eggs, fresh dark green leafy vegetables, water rich vegetables like tomatoes & cucumbers, and plenty of purified water

2. Dry brushing cleans the lymphatic system.  The Lymph System is considered part of our immune system and is made of white blood cells called lymphocytes and the interstitial fluid that bathe our cells, bringing our cells nutrients and removing their waste. All detoxification occurs first and foremost through the lymph. Our bodies contain far more lymph than blood, so you can see how important this might be. Paavo Airola maintains that dry brushing is an essential part of any intestinal cleansing and healing program.

  • Dry brushing literally moves the lymph containing large proteins and particulate matter that cannot be transported in any other way back into circulatory system. If these proteins stayed in our systems outside the blood vessels, it would attract other fluid. This can result in swollen ankles, limbs, skin issues and cellulite.

3. Dry brushing removes dead skin layers.  Dry skin brushing helps shed dead skin cells, which can help improve skin texture and cell renewal. Dry skin is a sign of detoxification. Therefore it’s good to keep the process going by removing the dead skin daily. 

4. Dry brushing strengthens the immune system. Dry skin brushing may reduce duration of infection and accelerate the clearing of toxins. It helps support the immune system during cancer and other chronic illness treatment. By stimulating the lymph vessels to drain toxic mucoid matter into organs of detoxification we can purify the entire system. After several days of dry brushing, sometimes you may notice a gelatinous mucoid material in your stools. This is a normal sign that the intestinal tract is renewing itself.

5. Dry Brushing tightens the skin by increasing the flow of blood which, in turn moves toxins and lessens the appearance of cellulite. Our bodies make a new top layer of skin every 24 hours – skin brushing removes the old top layer, allowing the clean new layer to come to the surface, resulting in softer, smoother skin.

6. Dry Brushing tones the muscles. Dry skin brushing helps muscle tone by stimulating the nerve endings which causes the individual muscle fibers to activate and move. It also helps mobilize fat and helps to even distribution of fat deposits. This is a great technique for invalids who can’t exercise.

7. Dry brushing stimulates circulation.  Our skin breathes! Dry skin brushing increases circulation to skin, encouraging your body’s discharge of metabolic wastes. Increased blood flow begins entering the areas brushed and you will experience an increase in electromagnetic energy that permits you to feel energized and invigorated. By activating the circulation you can also prevent varicose veins.

What You Need To Dry Brush the Skin:

To dry brush, use a soft natural fiber brush with a long handle, so that you are able to reach all areas of your body. One with a removable head with a strap for your hand is a good choice. Here’s a picture of what you are looking for:


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Dry Brushes are available online and at your local health food store. Instructions:

Remove your clothes, then take the brush off its handle for easier mobility. Starting with the soles of the feet, begin dry brushing the body using long upward strokes. Brush from the ankles to the calves, concentrating on the area behind the knees, thighs and buttocks to help mobilize fat stores (great for cellulite). Then brush the torso with upward strokes towards the heart. Finally, make long strokes from the wrists to the shoulders and underarms. This should take no more than 5 minutes and will leave you feeling totally invigorated! The best times to brush are in the morning before exercising or showering or before retiring for bed at night.


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Happy Brushing!

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Love, Paula

School Bags

I asked some of the other exchange students in Japan if their school required them to carry certain bags to school. It seems like most private schools have this sort of policy, while most public schools don’t. In any case, I go to a private school, and I have two bags that were given to me to use as my school bags.

Most people carry both bags (like I do), but some people only carry the black one, and a handful of people actually carry more!

My first bag is my backpack. It has removable straps that you can use to make it either strapless, a shoulder bag, or a backpack. Most students either wear it as a backpack, or carry it by the handle at the top without straps. I’ve only ever seen one person use it as a shoulder bag.

The inside of it looks like this:

There is a small pocket on the bag flap that a lot of girls use to put in pictures of their crush, or a small schedule. I have my business card inside:

Here are the contents of my bag:

Notebooks

Textbooks and workbooks

A folder. Japanese folders are different in that they only have one pocket. If I don’t put the folder in my bag with the spine facing down, all of the papers fall out of it.

A photo alum and the copy of my magazine. These are actually really useful because I can show people where I come from without using words.

My second bag:

Since the first bag isn’t all that good for carrying oddly-shaped things, most girls use this bag to carry anything that’s not books or notebooks. I have to carry a little bit more since, unlike my classmates, I have to move from classroom to classroom rather frequently.

This bag is carried on the shoulder with the bag under your armpit. Most girls carry it on their right shoulders, but I found that to be uncomfortable, so I carry it on my left. Since I’ve come here, most of the second years have switched to carrying it on their left shoulders as well.

The school initials.

A little personalization ;)

This holds my train pass. I really want to get one of my own (this is my host sister’s), but they are really expensive! Even small, barely decorated ones are about 1000 yen. One like this would be about 1500 yen.

Swiggity swag, what’s in the bag?

Miscellaneous purse-type stuff!

More books!

More folders!

My regular schedule.

If we have school on Saturday (which I do next week DX), then we get one of these schedules too.

A notebook, my Beauty and the Beast script, and two small notepads.

My new pencil case, which contains all of that stuff on the bottom. Including this:

My name badge! It says “Jeido.”


In a not so bag-related topic, I was using this as my bookmark:

It looks totally fine right? I got it out of a pack of tissues at he train station. Before I got it, I was using a tissue. Surely it was an improvement to that.

But then I started getting weird looks every time I used it. My host brother saw it and said “you’re using this as a book mark?” He seemed to think that it was hilarious. He then explained to me that it’s a list of suicide-prevention hotlines, and I had been using it as a bookmark.

Well, at least it wasn’t a sex hotline. *shrug* XD 

Either way, I bought a new bookmark today that shouldn’t be quite so questionable:

Well, that’s it for now! I think that I’ll make a uniform post soon, once I’ve gotten everything out of the wash.