since i was just watching this movie

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Type the first few words on google and let the word suggestion do the rest….


My name is Jeff( a bit tedious if you ask me)
My age is wrong on tinder( how the fuck they know this…it must be magic)
I live alone(now I’m sure master Merlin is back to life)
My body is dead(yep, I’m a gobbling vampire)
I’m looking like money( you can bet I look like a million bucks if I sleep enough)
I enjoy watching movies(damn right)
My ideal partner is a penguin
My turns on are on but the screen is black(so much nonsense haven’t heard since the picturesque resurrection of the puppet master)

And if your name is Jeff please forgive me I didn’t mean your tedious just the fucking name lures me to dreams in an instant.

anonymous asked:

Do you ever have problems reconciling the movies you enjoy watching with your faith? I struggle with that sometimes--I thought it was wrong of me to enjoy Corpse Bride because it doesn't depict the actual afterlife--and since you really like things like the Godfather movies and Scorcese's films, I figure that you've had to think about this as well. Thank you.

No, I don’t often have trouble reconciling my faith with the movies I watch.

I approach everything from a Christian viewpoint, and a film can either provide me with food for thought, or provide me with an way to better explain my beliefs.

Just because a piece of art doesn’t strictly conform to Christian standards doesn’t mean we should dismiss it. Instead, we must view it through the prism of our faith, and then use it as a way to understand ourselves, and our own personal journey with Christ.

God is in everything, and so we can find aspects of him in humanity, since we are made in God’s image, even if we’ve tarnished that image with sin.

I hope that makes sense.

Press Play - Oli White

Request: For the Oli imagine… how about a lazy rainy Sunday where they stay in watch Netflix, cuddle in bed, and order food in.

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: So if you haven’t seen 13 Reasons Why, I suggest you do so! The book was AMAZING and the show is just as AMAZING. Also, this imagine is really cute.

I hope you like it! :)

Masterlist

Waking up on Sunday’s was one of the worst things in the world. All you wanted to do was stay home, watch a couple of movies and never leave the house again. Since it was Sunday, you had multiple things to take care of today. You needed to go the bank, get some groceries, finish some last minute work you had to do for school and get prepared for the week ahead. But the noise. You heard it the second you woke up and instantly knew today was not going to be very productive. Waking up on Sunday was sad but when that Sunday was a rainy Sunday….oh god, you thought to yourself.

“I can’t do it.” You said to Oli, walking out of your room and into the kitchen. You poured yourself a cup of coffee and sat down next to him.

“Can’t do what?” He asked, looking through his social media.

“Anything. It’s raining. I can’t go out like that.”

“Babe, it’s only water.”

“You know how far I live from the places I need to go to today. There’s no way I’m going.” 

Oli laughed at the fact that you had already made up your mind before you even gotten out of bed. You continued to drink your coffee as Oli continued to scroll through Instagram.

“What are we going to do for food? You’re completely empty.”

“We’ll just order in.” You said. “Oh!” You said, excitedly, a couple of minutes later. “How about you stay home today too and watch 13 Reasons Why with me?”

“I’ve got to edit today.” He explained, getting up to grab himself another coffee.

“But I’m more fun.” You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Please?”

Before you knew it, it was 4 in the afternoon and you and Oli hadn’t moved from the couch in hours. You were now on the 7th episode of 13 Reasons Why and had gotten so invested that you would only pause it to grab food. As you reached for a spring roll, Oli paused the TV.

“What are you doing?” You asked, eyes widened as you realized Hannah was no longer speaking.

“I’m just taking a moment to appreciate this.”

You let out an awkwardly chuckle before returning to your spot. You placed your legs over Oli’s and he placed his hands over top of them.

“Are you going to press play…”

“I love you.”

You laughed as you sat up straight and cupped Oli’s face. “Oli, I love you too. But I’m probably going to love you a little less if you don’t press play.” You said, pecking his lips quickly before laying back down and turning your attention to the TV. You heard Oli laugh as well but soon, the room was filled with Hannah Baker’s voice.

anonymous asked:

So like nit that long ago ( 2 months ago?) I dated this one guy and well long story short, I started having feelings for girls. Like I honestly went from liking this one guy to checking out girls asses and all my attractions to guys are gone Ps. I still on the closet big time

Did you break up with him? Lol you better if you’re not attracted to him anymore 😂 maybe you’re a lesbian! Or since you’re kinda just discovering your interest in girls, you could be bisexual or pansexual but more so attracted to girls. That’s what happened to me when I came out as bi, I became only interested in girls for a while until a met a guy I liked and realized I was bisexual. Either way it’s up to you to decide and it could take some time to figure out! Try watching some wlw movies or reading wlw books or you could even try experimenting with girls. Going on dates or flirting. Checking out some LGBT clubs if you’re old enough. That type of stuff. You don’t need to identify as anything until you’ve found a label you’re comfortable with. You could just refer to yourself as sapphic (a girl who likes girls) or queer if you’re comfortable with that term. Best of luck!

Reasons to watch the LEGO Batman Movie
  • It’s so meta. Batman narrates through the opening logos and they show clips from the other adaptations of Batman and talk about how Joker and Batman have been fighting for 78 years. My personal favorite is when Alfred calls Batman out for all the Brooding™ he’s done since 1966.
  • It’s freaking hilarious. I’m not exaggerating when I say it’s the funniest movie I’ve seen in years. The jokes always hit the mark and even just how the characters act are enough to get huge laughs.
  • The characters. Batman is of course amazing but there’s also Robin who’s a literal ray of sunshine, Alfred who is the coolest butler ever and so much more, one of the best adaptations of Joker, and Barbara Gordon who is such a competent leader and fighter and so amazing in general.
  • Batman’s and Joker’s relationship. Having Joker portrayed as wanting validation from Batman that he is his greatest enemy but Batman not reciprocating those feelings creates one of the funniest, most amazing hero-villian dynamics ever to be put to film. 
  • It’s actually emotional. Amongst all the hilarity and action scenes the movie does take time to address the concepts of loneliness, confronting one’s fears, if you are really a good person or not (or if you’re in between), and the nature of family. It gives so much depth to Batman that is hardly seen in other adaptations and that’s what makes it so great. 
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I’ve only shared my SW fanart here on Tumblr so far, but art is really just a side-hobby to my real passion - costuming.  I mainly focus on historical costumes, so when I first watched TFA, I instantly noticed all of the similarities between Kylo’s outfit and women’s fashion from around 1909, especially since there was a big fad for pleated sleeves and collars around that date.  So one of the first things that I did after watching the movie was to doodle this little dress idea and start looking for historical garments with Kylo-esque elements. I made my Edwardian Kylo costume last summer, and I got to wear it to a con with some friends who designed their own historical versions of Star Wars costumes from a wide variety of eras. I think we confused a lot of people, but it was a ton of fun!  The dress on its own can pass for an authentic Edwardian gown pretty easily, but I also made some more obviously Kylo accessories - like the saber-hilt parasol, belt-buckle, and a First Order enameled purse - so people will get the joke.  

Taken for Granted (pt 3)

As Namjoon closed the door behind him, he stood by the entrance, snickering to himself. “Her? Liking me? Wahh” he said silently to himself. He wasn’t sure what it was he was feeling now, but he couldn’t stop smiling. “As if I’d like her?” he said again to himself.

“Hyung what are you doing by yourself there?” Jungkook asked curiously.

“Huh? Oh nothing” Namjoon said, flustered.


(One week later)

“Hey guys, Y/N isn’t coming today! Looks like it’s just us tonight” Jin said, filling his voice through the dorm.

“Awh, whyyy” Taehyung asked, coming out of the living room.

“She said she’s sick” Jin said with a frown.

“Let’s go there then! We can bring her food” Taehyung said, excitedly.

“Yah, if she’s sick she should just rest. She can’t be taking care of you guys too” Jin scolded.

Taehyung walked back to the living room with his head held down. He was looking forward to watching the movie you two had discussed a few weeks ago, but it looks like it would have to wait another week. 

Namjoon meanwhile, listened to everything silently from the dining table. “That’s weird, she never falls sick…” he said to himself. 

“What’s that? Couldn’t hear you” Hoseok said, sitting across from him,

“oh, no it’s nothing” Namjoon said.

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wordmage-girl  asked:

Why do you want to fight Nicholas Sparks? And how would you challenge him (thrown glove, e-vite, etc)?

Thrown glove, definitely. This has to be PERSONAL, even though my problem with him is really everything he represents.

I have talked before about how his brand of dreck has basically killed the romcom, but I don’t think I’ve talked about why I hate his brand of dreck, so gather around, chickadees, for “How do I hate thee, Nicholas Sparks? Let me count the ways.”

1. Tragedy porn. Look, honestly, I liked “A Walk to Remember.” Mostly because of “Only Hope” and Shane West’s face, but I liked it (if I watched it today, even divorced from the whole of Sparks’s canon, I would hate it, but that’s a separate issue). But as time went on and I watched a couple more of his movies and then heard about the others, it’s just … look. I know that we make stories to make people feel a certain way. We want to elicit an emotional response. And that’s a good thing, you know? And I know I rail about darkness and sadness a lot, but I’m not even saying that stories should only try to elicit good emotions. That feels shallow.

But with Nicholas Sparks and other tear-jerker-type stories (see: reasons I never got into Grey’s Anatomy, reasons I’m more likely to read straight-up darkfic than what people call “sads”), the emotional manipulation is incredibly blatant and formulaic and … I don’t know, is “cheap” the word I want? I don’t see the point in a story that says “Here’s a thing you love. Fate is going to take that thing you love from you. The main character is going to lift their chin like Scarlett O’Hara and say ‘tomorrow is another day!’“ I don’t feel like it’s something the creator is sharing with me, I feel like it’s something they’re trying to do to me, and I don’t take kindly to that.

2. White Cis Hets Touching Foreheads.

3. His whole brand is marketed to women, books and movies both, they’re chick flicks, date movies, stuff For the Women, but he sure is a dude. Not that men aren’t allowed to write romances, but it’s just that slimy feeling of “a wise man making money off all those silly weepy romantic women” rather than “a wise man showing that it’s okay for both women and men to cry over a love story where tragic things happen.” Like. Nora Roberts sure doesn’t have this kind of franchise. And I can’t say I enjoy reading Nora Roberts, but one could excise the sex from her books and make movies and market them to women, but somehow nobody got to be a romantic-book-adaptation juggernaut until Sparks. Partly because he’s a man and partly because

4. Happiness Isn’t Art. There seems to be this implication that because things end badly, because they’re sad, because they make you cry, it’s okay that they’re romantic. The sadness makes sure that they’re art. And fuck that, honestly? Tearjerkers are fine, whatever, they can (and should, I don’t want to stop people writing for the genres that appeal to them) exist in the world even if I don’t want to consume them, but nobody in this world gets to tell me that the unhappiness elevates them higher than the romcom. That it’s better than Nora Roberts not because he’s a man but because the sadness makes it somehow more worthy.

5. Look at that face. Tell me you don’t want to punch that smug face.

6. Sometimes you just read a book or watch a movie and know that the person behind the story is ideologically opposed to you in pretty much every possible way.

Just to sum up, I guess … I’m a person who loves reading and writing love stories. I always have been, since I was a little kid. If there’s tragedy and difficulty along the way, sure, I’m willing to go along with that, but when there’s someone who consistently says “no, this is only worthy if I take happiness away from you, because happiness isn’t art, because romance is only worth of attention if tragedy interrupts it,” then I get ready for a fight. And since he’s very much the trend leader there, I am pretty much ready to meet him in the pit at all times.

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.8]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language

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Jungkook huffed, annoyed. He’d spent the last two hours with you, sitting in a blanket fort in his basement watching dumb movies.

“When you said you wanted talk to me about stuff, I thought you meant verbally,” he grumbled, pulling you closer to him.

You nuzzled the back of your head against his chest and sighed.

“I did and I will…” you replied.

To be honest, you were simply nervous about talking to him about what you had in mind. Ever since Taehyung had come clean about him and your brother, you’d been thinking that maybe, just maybe, you should come clean to Jimin about you and Jungkook. Another part of you reasoned that it wasn’t the right time now and that it would never be the right time.

You felt Jungkook sigh deeply, his breath breath blowing your hair ever so slightly.

Taking in a deep breath of your own and releasing it, you plucked up the courage to talk to Jungkook about coming clean.

“I wasn’t guilty about sneaking around at first…” you paused, taking a shaky breath. “But then Taehyung told me about him and Jimin and I suddenly felt like, I don’t know, maybe we should tell Jimin about us.

“Another part of me is still not ready to tell Jimin. I just- I just don’t know what to do Jungkook. I really want to be with you. You mean a lot to me.”

Jungkook nodded, his chin hitting the top of your head lightly.

“Well…” he began slowly. “What if we pretended like we were slowly becoming friends? Like, I stop giving you grief in public and you stop throwing sassy comments my way in return. We look like we’re becoming friends, like we’re changing for each other because we like each other- which isn’t far from the truth to be honest- and warm him up to the idea.”

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lancmcclaine  asked:

pls consider: shallura aristocats au

@summer-arts summer r u seeing this

initial thoughts:

  • allura is obviously the Very Fancy cat, all the younger paladins are just these random kittens she found on the street and was like ‘lesgo’ 
  • instead of being their mom she’s lance/hunk/pidge/keith’s adopted older sister
  • @summer-arts keith can be a smelly kitten since u seem deadset on that
  • i haven’t watched this movie in ages i forget all the names and plot details. i’m winging this prompt so hard i turned into a goose.
  • coran is their owner… he and alfor co-parent the cats (gay dads)
  • they get kidnapped, right???? zarkon is a kitty-snatcher >:C
  • in this au i guess ulaz brings shiro TO the blades and so they’re jus chilllin… bein alleycats… i literally cannot remember this movie
  • allura tries 2 raise her adopted siblings as Refined Cats… They eat fish out of the can… Pidge and Keith cannot be contained by the collar though
  • allura: ladies may not start fights, but they sure as hell can finish them (starts swinging)
Lips (Drabble)

Summary: You and Bucky are kissing when you find his particular weakness.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 351

Based off of this prompt: “D-Don’t do that with your lips.”

Warnings: Making out, & kinda smutty? (just the buildup though)

A/N: So this drabble wouldn’t have been possible without my babe Gen, @bucky-plums-barnes, who gave me the idea for this drabble since I was stuck on what to do. She’s a smut queen™ (but you guys probably know that) & she came up with this idea in like .2 seconds when I told her the prompt because she’s talented & I LOVE HER OKAY. Anyway, this was fun to write, even if I’m terrible at smut. I just need practice, I guess. Hope you enjoy :)

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If you have doubts about seeing the new Beauty and the Beast movie because of certain decisions made by Disney...

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….LeFou has done nothing to warrant hatred and is just amazing in this movie.

Seriously.

Go watch it and judge it for yourself. If you come to me and say you didn’t like it after you watched it, for whatever reasons you put forward, well…that’s your rightful opinion and I will accept and respect it like a gentleman.

Judging Disney’s decisions without even watching the damn movie is shameful, especially since this one is just…just great entertainment! Maybe not the best movie for 2017, but it certainly qualifies as award-worthy.

“Like what you see?”(MATURE)

“…but I was thinking, maybe we should-Hello, the earth is calling Y/N. Anyone home?” Justin waved his hands in front of Y/N’s face. She quickly focused her eyes on his face. “Mhm?” she mumbled.

“Where did I lose you?” he asked curiously, wondering what was on her mind. They were discussing which movie they’re going to watch.

“Um, you were saying something about, um, the girl on the train? You said you would like to watch it, since you liked the book so much.” she spoke unsurely, wondering if he even spoke of that. She knows they had that conversation few days ago, but did he mentioned it today, she wasn’t certain.

As a respond he giggled. She joined him, she loved when he would giggle, his eyes would nearly shut, his smile would grow so big and the sound was just like an angel was laughing.

“So I’ve lost you like three days ago. I didn’t even mentioned it today. FYI I was telling you about this new movie “Don’t Breath”, but now I’m very interested what was on your mind.” His smile grew even wider, he looked like he caught her in some kind of embarrassing action, and he actually did, without even knowing. She could feel hotness spreading around her face, she knew she looked as red as a tomato. She buried her face into her palms.

That made Justin giggle even more. “Oh don’t tell me that you were picturing me naked?” he wiggled his eyebrows. He knew it would make her blush even more, and he just couldn’t resist but tease her. “You know, you could’ve just asked, I would even put a show for you.”

She immediately lifted her head up and yelled giggling “NO” her cheeks were dark red. She once again covered her face.

“So you don’t want me to put on a show for you?” Justin placed his left hand over his chest, pretending he’s hurt. “I am deeply offended, Y/N.”

He couldn’t keep a straight face, not around her. She was just so embarrassed, it was the cutest thing ever. He extended his arms to her. “Come”

She shyly moved from her place on the couch and sat onto his lap. She buried her face into crotch of his neck. He chuckled once again, and so did she. “Now will you tell me what you were thinking about, if it wasn’t me naked?”

She took a deep breath. She had some thoughts on this, and how to explain it to him, without him getting hurt. She moved her face from his neck and looked deeply into his eyes. By now, his face wasn’t all giggly and happy anymore, it was rather serious.

“Y/N, what is it? You’re scaring me.” he looked concerned. She placed her hands on his chest and started playing with the shirts fabric.

“No, no, it’s nothing that serious, you don’t have to be worried. I just. Ugh, I don’t know how to say this. You know I’m not good at this things.” His face lightened up a little bit.

“So you where picturing me naked.”

“No I was not.”

“Well then you were picturing us having sex.” Her cheeks went red once again. “So you were. You know you don’t have to picture something like that when I’m right there.” He got closer to her. She knew where this was leading and she had nothing against it, but it was now or never.

She lightly pushed him back down, and he looked at her confused. He wanted to say something but she cut him off.

“Technically, yes I was picturing us naked, but there was more to it.” Her eyes once more focused on her hands rather than his eyes. He could tell that he was very intrigued by now, and he wanted to know more than just that.

“So what was that more?” his voice became lower. He’s words came out like a little growl, which only sent shivers down her spine. He could feel she tensed above him. “Tell me, baby, what was I doing?”

She was always so shy about this kind of things, and she knew she won’t be able to tell him her fantasy, but she can avoid it by a simple question which should clarify everything.

“What kinks do you have?” now for him, that question came out of nowhere and it shocked him. Justin was staring at her, not sure why she was changing the subject.

“Look, you know I suck at dirty talk. Stop giggling, I wasn’t making a dirty joke.” She lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re not helping.”

“Oh come here my embarrassed baby.” He got closer once again and their lips met for a quick peck. Once they separated she started again. “You have to know one thing, by all of this I am not saying that our sex life is bad, at least not for me. It’s amazing but I just feel like something is missing. So I wanna know what gets you off, what do you like.”

He didn’t know what to say, she caught him off-guard. He observed her and she just couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Fine I’ll start. Um, I like rough sex, and by that I mean everything that goes with it, choking, tying up, ass slapping, blindfolding, and usage of toys. I like it when a man knows how to treat a woman, how to be a dominant but at the same time caring and loving.”

He looked at her like she was someone else, he had no idea where that came from. She was always so shy telling him about her sex dream or simple dirty talk during sex, so it shook him up.

He cleaned his throat and shifted in his sat, he was getting hot from her recent confession. “So that’s what you really like, baby girl? Is that what you want me to do?” Justin got closer to her, she could feel her heart beating faster. She bit her lip and simply nodded.

He placed his left hand on her back and twirled her around so she was laying on the couch and he was hovering her. She separated her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He brought his face closer to hers, but never touching hers.

Suddenly he got up from her, she was confused. He offered her his left arm and she took it. He pulled her of the couch. Their faces met once again, but he didn’t make a move. “Since you like being tied up, I can’t fuck the living shit out of you down here where I can’t tie you up to anything.”

He guided her up to their shared room, and with every step was feeling more and more horny. Once they were inside, Justin pushed her against the bedroom door. She gasped from sudden harshness, but it only made her hornier.

“Tonight I don’t want to hear a sound from you, unless I gave you permission. Understood?” Justin growled into her ear. She felt unexpected heat spreading across her body. She nodded, she wasn’t able to answer his question. But he wasn’t pleased with that.

His left hand found her neck and squeezed it, first, lightly, then adding more force. “Understood?” he inquired loudly. “Yes” she mumbled.

“Yes, what?” he repeated after her.

“Yes, daddy.”

He lighten his grip only to lock his lips with hers. She expected it to be a rough and fast kiss, but he wasn’t hurrying anywhere. It annoyed her, she wanted to feel him, and she wanted him to just take her, without any foreplay. But she knew she wasn’t getting that.

His hands were moving up and down her body, but once hers found the back of his head, he jacked the off and held them up, above her head. It only made her moan into the kiss.

He freed her lips and placed kisses all over her chin. She knew what he was doing, and he knew the exact effect he had on her. “Please, Justin.”

All of the sudden he stopped, his grip became tighter. He looked into her eyes, his voice was low and steady. “I don’t recall giving you a permission to speak. Do that one more time and I will stop.” She bit her lip and tried to hold in a moan.

He freed her hands only to rip her shirt off. She wouldn’t be able to describe how hot and weak it made her when he ripped it, she wanted to moan, all frustrated. He took what remained of the shirt in one hand, while he used his other one to guide her to the bed. When her legs hit the end of the bed, he demanded. “Bra off, lay on your back, hands above your head.”

She listened, but she took the chance to tease him as much as he was teasing her. She slowly reached behind her back, she pretended to be struggling with her bra. He clenched his jaw and stepped closer. He didn’t even warn her, he just ripped it off and pushed her onto bed. She crawled to the top of the bed, she obediently laid on her back placing her hands above her head, meeting the coldness of headboard.

Justin seemed pleased, as he got onto bed, placing his knees on either side of her body, slowly making his way up to her, slowly rolling her shirt in his hands. Once he reached her, his crotch was directly in front of her and she couldn’t help but bite her lip.

“You like what you see?” he asked taking her hands in his and wrapping her shirt around her hands. He continued, never stopping to look down at her. “Now, this will have to work today, but next time, baby girl, you’re gonna be properly handcuffed. I promise you that.” He tighten the knot, making sure it was at the same time tight enough, but not way to tight.

He backed away a little bit, he lowered himself, so his face was at the same height as hers. They looked at each other, and Y/N just couldn’t take it anymore. She just wanted to feel his touch, his lips all over her body, his hands working their way up and down her inner thigh, his tongue circling around her clit, and lastly his dick inside of her.

She moved her head up but he was faster and backed away, only a little bit but enough far so she couldn’t reach him. He smirked at her while she let out a sigh. It seemed like he wasn’t hurrying anywhere, but Y/N was just about to explode. “Ugh, please Justin. Stop teasing.” She whined out.

The sound of her voice made Justin back away. He wiggled his left finger “That’s a no-no. What did I say? Speak one more time and I will stop. Do you really want me to stop? No? Then I will have to get those pretty little mouth occupied, won’t I?”

Justin got off the bed, still not hurrying anywhere. He stood on the left side of the bed, slowly undoing his kaki jeans. He used the opportunity to take his shirt off, shoes and Calvin Klein boxers. Y/N’s eyes never let his out of sight, observing every inch of his body, memorizing the little stuff.

“Like what you see?” Justin inquired. As a respond, she let out a loud moan. “Isn’t it funny that, when you have a permission to talk you don’t, but when you don’t, you do? You like being bad? Trust me I can treat you like a bad girl any time you want.” He growled, slowly getting onto bed, taking the same position as before.

He took his dick into his hand and placed it in front of her mouth. “Suck.” But he didn’t need to tell her twice. She took him into her mouth, as much as she could and started sucking onto it. His mouth felt open, as her eyes never left his eyes. “Fuck, just like that.”

She would gladly go slow and tease him, but she wasn’t able to take it slow. She picked her pace, sucking and licking. He grabbed her hair “So you wanna be a bad girl? Then, don’t suck a dick like a good girl.” With those words he pushed her head all the way to his pubic hair. She gaged at the sudden at the feeling of his whole dick in her mouth.

“That’s right take it all.” He roughly pushed her head back and forth, and every time she could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. She could feel her drool all over her neck and chest.

“How selfish of me. You’re here all hot and wet, and all I think about is my pleasure.” He pulled out, heavy breathing.

“Are you wet for me? Or are you dripping?” he asked, slowly backing away so he was placed in between her legs. “Well, let’s find out.”

He harshly pressed his right hand on her pussy, rubbing her clit through her panties. She let out a loud moan of relief, finally feeling his touch. “Ohhoho.” He said excitedly. “Someone is dripping wet.”

He pulled her panties off, lowering his head, and without a warning connecting his lips with her clit. Y/N moaned loudly, throwing her head into the pillow and pushing her hips up. Justin placed his hands around her legs, separating them to get into better position.

“So delicious.” He growled against her, which send shiver all over her body. He pushed his two fingers in, making her moan even louder. He picked his pace with his tongue and fingers action, making her lose her mind.

She was feeling herself getting close, and she knew he felt it to, because he suddenly stopped. She whined because of the sudden feeling of emptiness. He got up and in a matter of second pushed himself into him.

The sudden change from his tongue to his dick made her scream his name out loud. He let out a loud grown. “So Fucking. Tight.” He muttered out with every thrust.

With his left hand he placed her left leg onto his shoulder, lightly hovering over her, his right hand found her right nipple, harshly nibbling onto it.

She was close, she could feel her orgasm growing. “I can feel you clenching around my dick. You wanna come? Well not yet.”

With those words he picked up his speed, and it made it even hared for not to cum. She tugged her nails into the fabric of her shirt. She looked up at Justin, her eyes begging him to let her cum. He moved his hand from her nipple to her neck, griping it tightly.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy.” Nothing more was needed to be say. She felt her walls clenching, and within the second she came hard, all around him, tugging her nails now into her skin, screaming his name.  

“Fuck. You look so hot when you cum.” He hissed out, not slowing his pace, while she was still high from her previous longly waited orgasm.

He stopped only to flip her around. “On all fours.” He demanded, and once again thrusted into her. She was feeling sore, but she didn’t mind, it felt so good to feel him inside her, she wished they could stay like this forever.

He tangled his left hand in her hair, tugging it back so he could appreciate her pretty face. His right hand slapped her each ass cheek twice, making her whimper after every slap.

He could feel himself getting close, so he picked his pace. Y/N wasn’t far away, even though she just finished one orgasm. She pushed her ass more up “Fucking hell Y/N, do that again.”

She pushed her ass up as much as she could, feeling satisfied that she could please him like that. “Are you close baby girl? Yeah? Cum with me, cum with your daddy.”

His thrust became sloppier as both of their orgasms hit them, she could feel his hot seed feeling her inside, and she screamed his name loudly. He growled loudly emptying himself into her.

As the rid their orgasm of, Y/N collapsed on the bed, and Justin on top of her, never pulling his dick out of her. She moved her head so she was facing him and she smiled. They were both breathing heavily.

“That was extraordinary.” Was all she could mumble into the pillow.

“Oh I’m not finished with you just yet.”

Caught (Spencer Reid x Reader)

One shot request for @damhunterofartemis! “Spencer has a girlfriend and the team doesn’t know about her until they catch him kissing her.” Un-beta’d! 
Requests are still open! :) 


“Honestly, Boy Wonder, you should come out with us tonight. You need to meet someone,” Penelope said as she was scurrying around in her heels, grabbing her purse and outfit change. She, JJ, and Emily extended the Girls Night invite out to the rest of the team.

“Garcia, I appreciate the offer but trust me, I’m fine.” Spencer said, rejecting yet another invite which was met with a pout from the blonde.

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You know what’s awesome about The Flash musical episode?

In this episode, Barry Allen is depicted as a guy - a straight guy (as far as canon goes) - a straight guy who is a superhero - who unabashedly, unashamedly likes musicals!

They could have gone for the “Let’s make the macho hero sing and watch him  be embarrassed and snarky about sharing his feelings” route that some modern musicals and musical episodes go (see: Flynn from Tangled, Spike from Buffy’s “Once More with Feeling”, most of the heroes and villains of “Mayhem of the Music Meister!”). The Supernatural musical episode doesn’t even have the guys sing - the singers are all teenage girls.

But Barry Allen is shown from the start of this episode to love musicals. Old fashioned, cheesy musicals like Singin’ In the Rain. He doesn’t find it embarrassing, he doesn’t hide it from his male friends. Even though he is trapped in movie musical sort of against his will, his own mind partially conjured up this fantasy, and it shows. He gets so into the opening number, he sits down watching in awe as the two murderous gangsters sing to their daughter, he starts off the “Super Friends” number and spins off silly rhymes and puns.

I’ve headcanoned that Barry did musicals when he was in school since “Summer Lovin’” in Season 1, and it may not have been officially confirmed, but I just got a LOT more evidence for the theory this episode.

Why is this important? Well, there’s a reason most school theater programs have more female than male performers in my experience. I went to a high school with an amazing theater program, and even there some had the assumption that if you’re a guy who likes musicals or acts in musicals, you’re not strong or masculine. And that wasn’t a stigma a guy wanted to attract. My middle school production of Guys and Dolls? We only had four or five actual guys. And not all in the lead parts.

But Barry Allen is a superhero. One of the most iconic in the DC canon. He’s the “fastest man alive.” He’s punched out a man made of metal, a shark man, a giant gorilla, murderous speedsters who have beaten him within an inch of his life. He’s survived being struck by lightning, shot by Green Arrow, broken by Zoom, trapped in the speed force.

And he freaking loves musicals. 

What a great example for guys. 

Originally posted by dailygrantgustin