if your breath gets quick, that’s normal
if my hands move slick, that’s normal
we could smoke one first if you tryna get lit
my weed on ten come take a hit
cause we on girl, we on
girl let me put you on with something real
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Warning(s): Suggestive themes, profanity
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“Moony will never see it coming.”
Sirius hissed, his smile daunting like a newly carved jack-o-lantern.
deserves it.” James agreed. “Caterpillars in our sock drawer was a low blow. I
just want to know what goes through his head the moment he tries to take a step
on the moving staircase slicked with grease.”
“I just want
to know where he got all those caterpillars.” Sirius mumbled, thoughtlessly.
around one of Hogwarts’ many statues, the dynamic duo paused, eyes shining
through the dim candlelight to catch their friend walking into their trap. The
schemes were an endless loop of spy vs. spy, and there would never, ever be a
clear winner. Nonetheless, both were pressed against the cement figure, hearts
in their throats. A waiting game called revenge.
And not long
after, he appeared – sandy-hair all tousled, his eyes focused in scorn on the
Daily Prophet as he made his way from the corridor. Just as Remus was about to
start in on an article about Chizpurfle prevention, he caught a glimmer shining
off of the first stair from the lit candles above. His eyes narrowed, and he
traced the grease around with the toe of his shoe.
“This is it,
mate!” Sirius wheezed, kneeling so that he could catch Remus’ fall in full
view. The scene was somewhat reminiscent of a child trying to catch St.
Nicholas on Christmas Eve.
intensified, and his hazel eyes ignited with chaos. He bit his lip to keep from
squealing, making his dazzlingly white teeth poke through. A bad habit. His
lips were always flushed pink and rough from biting.
Remus was easily privy to their foolish attempt at a prank, and coughed a charm
over his shoulder before setting his eyes back on his paper, and his feet back
on their way. He smirked to himself, and sauntered away. Sirius and James were
WANKER!!” James screeched, peeling out from behind his post.
Remus lit up
at the echo of James’ profanity, and reversed the spell he had put on the
stairs. Snorting, he disappeared into the Great Hall, pleased with himself.
Sirius tailed James out into the open.
livid. He pulled his hair from its gelled form into tufts poking on the sides.
His cheeks were splotchy and red, and his bushy black eyebrows and scrunched
nose made the impression of a madman complete.
the goddamn stairs, Pads! Six liters of hog grease! How was it that that slimy
little bugger just danced his way down the stairs like he was on his way to Sunday
morning service?!” He shouted, catching glares from students further in the
Prongs, we might want to keep it dow-“
ahead by TWO POINTS.” James carried on. “I had caterpillars in my trousers for
a week and now I’m out eleven sickles for BLOODY hog oil. These stairs were
demonstrate his emotions, he fumed over to the bottom of the staircase.
emphasized, dramatically. “And Moony just WALTZED-“
James took a
large stride up the stairs, and the grease slipped under the tread of his
loafers. In front of God and everyone, James began to tumble backwards,
spilling down the rest of the staircase, across the landing, and down the next.
He wailed profanities the entire way.
Once he lost
momentum, James sat up in a dazed stupor. He slowly lowered himself back to the
floor, moaning. Sirius crossed down to assist his friend, and found that James
certainly needed a trip to the infirmary. Preferably before any teachers found
them next to the greased staircase.
Sirius said, watching James blink his long eyelashes and let out a sigh. “What
are we gonna tell Y/N?”
clacking across the hall in a hurry, Y/N tossed her y/h/c hair behind her and
slung her bag over her shoulder. Peter was hot on her heels, finding it
difficult to match her pace.
you say happened to him?” She asked, panicked.
to trick Remus, and ended u-up falling in his own t-trap.” Peter mumbled,
“Oh, so it
wasn’t Quidditch or during the full moon, he was just being stupid as per
usual.” Y/N spat, bitterly.
reached the infirmary, she came face to face with Remus and Sirius. She crossed
her arms and knit her eyebrows together. Sirius looked sheepish and made his
best attempt to avoid Y/N’s seething y/e/c eyes. Remus gave her a halfhearted
wince. They both met Peter’s sight, who didn’t have anything to say for
“So are you
two going to tell me what happened or am I going to have to force it out of
James?” She asked, tapping one foot.
really.” Remus assured. “I saw through his little scheme, and he paid the
price. He’s just being a big baby about it.”
at the sandy-haired boy.
Y/N, he’ll be back on his feet in a few days. I think he’s glad, really. Didn’t
want to take that exam in Charms, anyway.” Sirius explained, putting one hand
on her shoulder.
She pried it
off, and pushed them aside. As she strolled into the hospital wing, Y/N
bags in the corner of the room, Y/N turned to find Madam Pomfrey taking James’
temperature to ensure he had no fever. James caught Y/N’s stare, and winked.
When Madam Pomfrey turned away, he began making suggestive motions with the
thermometer in his mouth. Y/N was livid, and turned scarlet.
just that busted leg and wrist, Mr. Potter. We can mend them quickly once
you’ve had some food in you, but they’ll be tender for a few days.” She
announced. Catching sight of Y/N, she nodded before setting off to her office.
gorgeous.” James started, with a devilish grin.
beans.” She replied, coldly. She took a seat by his side, and embraced one of
his hands in hers.
now, Ice Queen. I was being an idiot and tried to outsmart Moony. Now when has
that ever worked out for me?” He teased.
worried about you, Mister.” Y/N said, with a sigh. “You get yourself in an
awful lot of trouble.”
mentioned in the contract you signed to date me.” James pressed.
He made a
shy smile blossom on Y/N’s face. It was one of his talents. She went to sweep
the sweaty hair from his forehead, but he pulled back and winced at her touch.
Careful, lovie, that hurts.” He explained.
her arm back, and moved to tug the covers over James. She accidentally brushed
his shin, and he let out another yelp of pain. Y/N froze, terrified to touch
any part of him, in fear that she would put him in more misery.
anywhere that it doesn’t hurt?” She asked, cautiously.
thought to himself for a moment, then pointed to his left cheek.
over him to press a soft kiss to the spot he motioned at.
She asked, with a grin.
James informed, showing Y/N his right earlobe.
him with yet another kiss, then waited expectantly. James was wild and
uncontrollable, but she could always get lost in his deep, rich eyes. It made a
faint heat come to her cheeks.
love.” He whispered, pointing to his rough lips.
the edge of the bed, Y/N was enveloped in a soft and tender kiss. Her lips
melted between James’ and his big, strong hand rubbed a small circle into her
back. While his wrist was damaged, he still rolled the hem of Y/N’s skirt
between his thumb and forefinger. The kiss was rich, like dark chocolate, and
when Y/N slipped away for air, she felt a definite absence. James gave her a
do that, even with my injuries.” He remarked.
him on the lips once more, to feel his touch again.
sweetie.” She commanded. “I will be sitting here when you wake up, holding your
hand, right by your side.”
of you, darling.” James said, lowering himself to his side.
slipped shut and soon, Y/N heard gentle snores along with the rise and fall of
his breath. Y/N relaxed into the infirmary chair, the image of James’ soft eyes
still burning slowly into her mind, making her stomach spark. Her small hand
traced his worn cuticles and bit fingernails, feeling the callouses on his
palm. Those rough hands always treated her so gently. She was utterly in love
with him, and he had kept his promise – he dreamed of her that afternoon, as he
had done for years.
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A guy and his wife try a slick move to cut in line, but I don't let him get away with it.
There’s an airline that divides it’s boarding groups into A, B, and C groups. I was the first person in B line when a guy and his wife come up and stand in front of me. There were only six or seven people in line at this time, but it was obvious he was just trying to cut in line. Someone behind me said, “Hey, the back of the line is back here,” and the guy acted like he didn’t know any better and moved toward the back.
I’m at the front of the B line. This guy and his wife go to the end of the A line. I’m thinking I’m glad I didn’t say something to him because he was going to be in the A group anyway, which meant he was still going to board before me, but as more people join that line, he lets them go in front of him and his wife, which looked really odd to me.
So as much as I love the drill scene from Too Far, this sweet little number from Catch And Release is equally my favorite.
The drill scene feels romantic to any casual viewer. And this scene feels sexual to any casual viewer.
Just look at the way Amethyst is posed.
This is the stereotypical way any dominatrix is shown; sat on the edge of a bed, one leg over the other, snapping that whip between her hands. Plus the flirtatious way she says ‘hey’.
Doesn’t it strike you that Amethyst would never do that toward any other gem? I think she’d feel too awkward, because it has so much sexual connotation. She grew up on earth, she undoubtedly knows, even if any other gem wouldn’t.
So she knows it’s flirtatious and sexy, and she did it anyway.
A guy and his wife try a slick move to cut in line, but I don't let him get away with it.
an airline that divides it’s boarding groups into A, B, and C groups. I
was the first person in B line when a guy and his wife come up and
stand in front of me. There were only six or seven people in line at
this time, but it was obvious he was just trying to cut in line.
Someone behind me said, “Hey, the back of the line is back here,” and
the guy acted like he didn’t know any better and moved toward the back.
I’m at the front of the B line. This guy and his wife go to the end
of the A line. I’m thinking I’m glad I didn’t say something to him
because he was going to be in the A group anyway, which meant he was
still going to board before me, but as more people join that line, he
lets them go in front of him and his wife, which looked really odd to
It took me a few minutes to figure out what he was doing, but it
became obvious that he wasn’t in the A group and what he was going to do
was stay at the end of the A group so that he would be the first one in
the B group to board.
When they started boarding everyone in the A group, those of us in
the B line stood in place where we were supposed to be, but this guy and
his wife were still there in the end of the A line, expecting to go
first. As the last few people in the A line boarded the plane, that guy
looked over at me and was waving frantically for me to move the line
up. The only way his plan would work is if the two lines joined
together and the person checking tickets didn’t notice what he did.
As this guy waved his arms at me, I shook my head. He got more frantic and said, “Come on!”
I said, “No, thanks. I’ll wait until I’m called. I don’t want to get sent to th back of the line.”
Finally, that guy made it to the lady checking tickets. She looked
at his ticket an told him he’d have to go to the back of the B line. He
fussed a little bit about how he’s in the B group and there were no
more people in the A group that needed to board, but she stood her
ground and waited until he went all the way back to the end of the B
When i got ready to board, the lady checking tickets told me, “I see this happen every day.”
TL;DR: Guy tries to cut in line two different times an ends up being
farther back in the line than if he had just gotten in line like
Title: until you can’t take it anymore Summary: More
times than not, she likes it better when he’s the lead. But
sometimes, Sakura quite loves having Sasuke at her
mercy. Disclaimer: I don’t own
Naruto. Prompt: tease Warning(s): Pretty
explicit smutty goodness! Comments: I have Velvet Kiss
to thank for this one. Ya’ll should read the manga if you haven’t,
it’s fucking amazing. And so, so hot. Omfg.
She loves doing this to him. Loves to
have him thrash, to have him swear, face flushed in frustrated
passion. Usually, Sakura is not one to prefer exerting dominance over
her husband, having always favored the sight of him above her, behind
her, lone hand anchoring her body to his own as he fits his mouth over
her hot, slicked flesh, and moves her to the tandem of his thrusts.
Gentle or hard-loving, she loves to submit herself to his control, to
find herself at his mercy, because although Sasuke can at times be
greedy, he is still nothing short of a generous lover.
She drowns herself in him, caught up in
the force of his lust and the weight of his love, as it pours into
every touch and every look, allowing her to lose herself in a way she
had still never quite been able to while she was in charge. And as
she watches the grimace slipping to his lips, and feels his calloused
fingers squeezing the flesh of her hip harshly, she wonders if this
is how Sasuke feels, too, when she exerts her own power.
“You’re so tense,” she breathes,
pressing slow, wet kisses to the line of his jaw, deft fingers gently
twining in his hair. “Did I breach your limit, Sasuke-kun?”
Rolling her hips in a hard grind, she almost lets herself grin at the
way he jerks and twitches inside her, darting her tongue out to taste
his sweaty skin. “I’m always stopping right before you come… It
must be so aggravating to you…”
Sasuke’s jaw tightens with a rumble of
this throat, and she smiles, keeping the slow, hard rocking rhythm of
her hips, lips brushing fleetingly over his cheek. “Is it
aggravating, Sasuke-kun?” she murmurs, tracing his parted mouth
with her thumb, belly burning at his hot, panting breaths. “Am I
“Shut up,” he rasps, snatching out
to grab a full, pert breast. She nearly gasps at the feeling of his
calloused fingers molding her soft flesh, a pleased hum falling from
her mouth as he flicks her nipple with his thumb. She feels his lips
twitching, like he is pleased with her response. “Just keep going,”
he puffs, turning his head to capture her mouth in a deep, burning