taking in his hotness

WHAT MY EYES HAVE SEEN

OKAY

So the part where Otabek shows up isn’t super long. He doesn’t skate with Yuri, but stands there at the side like on the picture.

OTABEK DOES THIS HEAD WHIP THING THAT IS SEXY AS FUCK.

Yuri takes off his sunglasses, throws them to the crowd. Then reaches out for Otabek’s hand and it’s BEAUTIFUL.

Then just like on the the pictures, he puts his fingers in his mouth and Otabek takes it off with his teeth. The whole thing is ridiculously hot, but very fast paced too.

Yuri does a couple more risque moves with his shirt riding up.

There’s this shot of Otabek LOOKING AT YURI FFFFFFFF.

Like a sign that he’s going to shoot him so to speak.

Then you get the fingerguns and the dramatic end pose. 

Cause and Effect [Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne]

Because I have been thinking about Tim coming ‘back to life’ for six months and after this post I had to finally write out what I have been thinking. I worked on this for a pretty long time and am very happy so. Please enjoy.


Tim’s lungs burn. He’s not sure if it’s from the fight or the feel of breathing in real air for the first time in…he doesn’t know. There was never a way to keep count of time beyond the growth of his hair. It is longer now, enough to be in his eyes, enough so when the wind picks up on the skyscrapers of Gotham it whips along with it.

He is trying hard to breathe. He is panting. His body aches, limbs heavy from gravity alone with bruises swelling under his too-hot uniform, with cuts slashed out making his skin sing with pain. Much of the fabric is stained dark with blood, his gloves are slick with it. His entire body is shaking.

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I have a deep and abiding love for this screencap from That Scene at the end of episode ten:

So strong is my affection for this single still frame that it’s called ‘Tango Screencap is Best Screencap’ in my image folder, although it could just as easily be called something like “That’s When Viktor Knew” or “I cry” or “LOOK AT IT! JUST LOOK AT IT!!!”

Out of every single solitary frame in YOI, of which there are conceivably tens of thousands, I can unhesitatingly say that this is my absolute favorite, and I will tell you why:

Look at Viktor. Look at beautiful, touched-starved Vitya, completely entrusting Yuuri with the role of not dropping him, strong Yuuri, mysterious Yuuri. Those eyes are so deep that Viktor might drown in them, and he would be okay with that. Yuuri’s arm, wrapped completely around him, warm, solid, God. Yuuri presses his hand flat against Viktor’s stomach. Viktor takes in a gust of air that expands his belly into Yuuri’s touch–hot. Yuuri is drunk, blushing with it, and so close that Viktor can feel his heartbeat, can smell his bodyscent underneath whatever fragrance he’s wearing. It’s the most exhilarating, erotic, inexplicable thing that has happened to Viktor in years, and he’s thoroughly swept off his feet.

Unshown is the shot at the end of the dance where Yuuri spins Viktor off and blows him a kiss, at which point Viktor has to furiously fan himself. Yuuri is far too drunk for this to go anywhere tonight, but someone here must have his number? Maybe they could meet up again at Worlds. Or hell, Viktor could go to Japan, he’s not above an intercontinental booty call.

“I’m going to marry that man,” Viktor tells no one in particular, as Yuuri and his equally drunk coach hobble out of the banquet hall leaning on each other. “I’ll make such a good trophy husband.”

He’s heartbroken when nobody can give him Yuuri’s number. Even more heartbroken when Yuuri makes no attempt to contact him.

Then someone sends him a YouTube link.

anonymous asked:

IDK if you saw the post about how, before the Death Star plans were captured, the asset Bail was sending was *Leia herself* to Obi-Wan. But I'd like an AU based on that. No Death Star Plans, only a 19-year-old-girl strong in the Force, trying to beat the Empire.

She didn’t—

Luke cocked his head, watching the girl in white move through the marketplace. He couldn’t figure out what it was about her, why one minute he had been engrossed in Waing’s new shipment of power converters and the next he was staring at her, totally unable to tear his eyes away. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gone from one to the other, except he had, and now he was watching her. It was important he watch her, he knew it was important, though he couldn’t figure out how he knew that, or why.

It wasn’t that she stood out—sure, no one wore robes of that clean white, not unless they had a lot of slaves or droids to do the laundry for them, and yeah, she was the sort of pale you generally only saw in traders, who spent more time in artificial grav than sunslight. But she could be a water merchant’s daughter slumming it in Toshe, or an off-worlder, taking in the sights. (Not that they had many sights to see in Toshe, Luke thought with a snort.) And nobody else seemed to notice her; she stopped at Kinqua’s stall and dipped her fingers into the bowl Kinqua left out for tasting, and lifted it to her lips, licked the droplets away.

Luke had seen Kinqua casually lop off a child’s hand for that.

Skywalker,” Waing said, startling Luke out of his thoughts. “You made a decision? Or are you just going to keep feeling up my tech until it agrees to go home with you?”

“Cool your drives, Waing,” Luke said mildly, but he was still staring at the girl in white. She had two droids trundling after her, he realized belatedly—an astromech and a protocol droid, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying at this distance. Their lights were flashing, though, and he wished he could read visual binary.

“Oh, I see,” Waing said after a minute, and Luke could hear them smirking. “My tech isn’t all you’re hoping to take back to the Whitesun-Lars homestead.”

Luke felt his face go hot, and he forced himself to look back at Waing. They were smirking. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said coolly, but he couldn’t focus on the power converters anymore. The girl in white, had she—

“Pardon me.”

This close it was abundantly obvious that she wasn’t from Tatooine—no one from this planet carried that air of interestingness with them, like they had a secret that might change the whole course of your life. She must be an off-worlder. “I’m looking for Obi-Wan Kenobi. Do you know where I might find him? I was told he lives near here—”

“Old Ben?” Luke cut in, before Waing could answer. “Do you mean Old Ben?”

The girl in white looked at him for a long moment, and Luke felt the back of his neck heating up. “I don’t know,” she finally said. “Is he near here?”

“Oh, sure,” Luke laughed, more out of relief than anything else. “Old Ben’s just a few klicks from here, he lives near the western gorge—I could take you, if you want,” Luke said quickly, because she looked increasingly put-out, and he felt something in his chest twinge in answer to it.

But she shook her head. “Thank you for the offer, but this is a personal matter.”

“It’ll cost you serious credits if you charter a speeder,” Luke said. “I’m headed that way anyway, let me take you. And your droids. Really,” he said, because she still looked uncertain. “It’s no trouble.”

She looked at him for a long moment, and her dark eyes were very serious. (He liked her eyes, for no particular reason he could figure out.) “My name is Leia,” she finally said, sticking her hand out. 

“Luke,” Luke laughed, taking it and shaking it. It was cool and smooth, and if he’d needed any confirmation she was from off-world, that was it. “Skywalker. My uncle owns a moisture farm in the eastern hemisphere.”

“I’m—not from around here,” she said, and Luke almost laughed because—well, obviously.

“Consider yourself lucky,” Luke said, and something of her tiredness and tightness (why did he know she was tired, down to her bones?) eased. She smiled back, a small smile. Luke counted it as a victory.

“I am C-3PO,” the protocol droid cut in, sticking his head between them as though it would stop them from looking at one another. He was burnished gold, and in the high sunslight it hurt to look at him. “And this is my companion, R2-D2.”

The astromech whistled a greeting, and Luke laughed. “Pleasure to meet—all of you. My speeder’s docked by the Ithorian, if you want…?”

“Hey, Skywalker, aren’t you going to buy anything?” Waing interrupted, and Luke winced, barely managing to tear his eyes away from Leia, who was still smiling, very slightly.

“Sorry, uh—maybe next week?” Luke offered lamely, but he was already ushering Leia and her droids away, and he could hear her laugh, very softly. (His chest fell too full, hearing it.)

It felt strange, formal and right, to help her into the speeder. Her hand in his was a kind of symmetry, inexplicable, the way he knew how a speeder was supposed to fit together, how a full tank of moisture sounded when you rapped it with a knuckle. Organic and totally without reason, their hands fitting together. She still hadn’t told him her surname, if she had a surname. Where she was from. What she was doing here. What her droids were doing here.

Luke couldn’t help but trust her utterly. Otherwise, why did her hand feel like that, resting in his?

What do you need to see Old Ben for?” Luke shouted over the rush of air around the speeder.

I told you,” Leia shouted back. The white hood she wore had fallen back, and her hair was dark. Even carefully styled, those loops over her ears, strands came loose, whipping around her face. “It’s personal!”

They stopped at the farm first, just to refuel and drop off the handful of things Luke did buy—rations, holonews downloads, some sucrose-candies for Aunt Beru. But when they touched down, Owen went white beneath his sunsburn, staring at Leia like she was a creature from another galaxy. “Your Highness,” he breathed, and Luke had to correct him, just an off-worlder looking for Old Ben; don’t pay her any mind. Look, Uncle Owen, I brought you your Almanac—

Leia was silent; picking at a loose thread in her white, white robes.

(Afterwards, she was silent, her arms crossed over her waist. They sped across the desert, which was gathering dark by the armful. “Sorry,” Luke said, trying to keep himself from shivering, “I know it gets cold at night.”

“It’s all right,” Leia said. “On—my planet, it snowed. We had mountains, and we would build whole castles out if it, out of snow. It was beautiful.”

“I’d like to see snow,” Luke said, but he thought it was lost in the sound of the speeder, because she didn’t reply.)

By the time they reached Old Ben’s place, it was dark enough for a lamp to be burning, the light spilling beneath the door and out the window. Luke watched as Leia knocked on the daub doorframe, shivering.

Still, it was worth staying just to watch the flicker of Old Ben’s expression from surprise to shock when he greeted her. He called her by a name that was definitely not ‘leia’ and Luke watched her shoulders hitch. “No,” Leia said finally. “I am Leia Organa, Princess of Alderaan. I am the daughter of Queen Breha Organa and Viceroy Bail Organa, and I am—I am here to beg your aid for the rebellion.”

Luke wasn’t so surprised that he didn’t notice Ben’s eyes cut to him, and then away.

“Princess,” Ben said finally, with an awful heaviness. Luke had brought him ration packs and listened to his stories he had never sounded like that before, like it was something awful and deep beyond saying. “If they sent you to find me, they must be very desperate.”

“No,” she said quickly, and Luke knew she was lying. “No, but—we need Jedi. We cannot go forward, we cannot fight, if the Force is not with us.”

This time, Old Ben’s stare lingered on Leia, then on Luke. He seemed to be making up his mind about something, though Luke couldn’t say what. Old Ben had always struck him as a sort of harmless religious sort; in another world he might have been a Jedi like in the stories, but instead he was a desert madman, talking to the air and clutching at a bit of carbon tubing like it was a lightsaber.

There was nothing harmless about the way he was looking at them now.

“I’ve been happy here,” Old Ben muttered, quietly, like an apology.

“Fine,” Leia said, almost a snarl. Luke could only see her in silhouette, against the light from Old Ben’s hut. He thought suddenly of a predator, something that could leap on the unsuspecting. “But no one ever promised us happiness.”

Luke could see Old Ben’s throat work. “Come in,” he said at last. His gaze darted to Luke, and Luke caught his breath. “What I have to say is—for both of you, now.”

Luke shut off the speeder.

(He had followed Leia into Old Ben’s hut, and didn’t come out the same man. No, not the same man at all.)

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly write a drabble about viktor's reaction to yuuri in a crop top? And maybe him talking/screaming to chris about it and chris just making fun of him.

Hopefully this is sort of what you’re looking for…


Viktor stopped skating when his phone notification went off and skated over to the barrier ignoring Yakov’s yell.  The only time that particular chime went off was a social media update regarding Yuuri.  Yakov huffed and turned away from Viktor and started yelling at Mila who had the other half of the ice that morning.

Grabbing his phone, Viktor swiped it open and opened Instagram.  And there is was a new Instagram video starring Yuuri.  God Bless Phichit Chulanont.

Viktor stuck in an earbud and pressed play, once again ignoring Yakov’s yell that if he wasn’t back on the ice in under five minutes that he was going to pull him out of every competition for the season.  Viktor didn’t care.  He would, in five minutes, but right then the need to watch a video of Yuuri was much more important.

The music was some pop ballad that Viktor didn’t recognize, but he was very familiar with the moves that Yuuri was doing.  Floor work for ballet.  Yet all the ballet terminology fled his mind because Yuuri was dancing in a crop top.  Not just any crop top either.  He had been wearing a full men’s ballet leotard, but the top was pulled down and his stomach was showing.  The black cotton brushed the skin over his belly button as he turned and the metallic design in silver blurred as Yuuri went into a turn.

Viktor knew then that he had died.  He was dead.  Breath would no longer fill his lungs because it had all been stolen by that too beautiful man.  Fuck.

“VIKTOR!”

With a last glance at the looping video, Viktor closed his phone and set it down.  He only stumbled on his spins three times the rest of the day, each time because he couldn’t get the sight of Yuuri Katsuki turning in a crop top and leotard bottoms out of his head.  Fuck.

***

“Chris.  I need help.  Send me a nude or something.”

“WHAT?!”  Chris coughed and Viktor switched his phone to the other ear while Chris worked on not choking.  Viktor really did have rather impeccable timing when it came to making Chris choke on whatever he was eating or drinking.  "Are you insane?  I am not sending you a nude.  Why do you want one anyway?“

Viktor sighed.  "Did you see what that friend of Yuuri’s posted today?  Did you?  Because I did and it almost killed my spins.  I can’t handle it.”

“Hold on a minute.”

Viktor waited while Chris probably checked his Instagram.  He tapped his fingers on the tabletop and Makkachin came running.  His girl always knew when Viktor was agitated and he dug his fingers into her curls and rubbed her head.  "Good pup.“

Chris’s low whistle signalled his return to the conversation.  "Do you need a cardiologist, Viktor?”

“I need a distraction.  Send nudes.”

“No.  You need to book a flight to visit that boy.  Did you see the yoga video?”

Viktor swallowed, his heart starting to beat faster.  "Yoga?“

“Yuuri apparently is a master at Downward Dog.”

“Fuck.”  Viktor turned to his computer and hit his bookmark for Instagram and there it was, posted just minutes prior.  Yuuri doing yoga.  No leotard this time, he was in sweatpants and a different top.  It might have been a crop top, might not have been.  All Viktor knew was that the sweatpants were resting low on his hips, his hipbones jutting out and the shirt had fallen down around his neck, and the expanse of lightly tanned chest could be seen.  "Seriously, fuck.“

Chris took a breath.  "You know you’ll be disappointed with any nudes that are not of Yuuri, so either call the boy or watch those videos on repeat.  Or you could always pull out the video of his bondage skate…”

Viktor inhaled sharply.  "Why are you my friend?“

"Because I give great advice and drink with you when you ignore it?”

“There’s that.”

Yoongi: Saturday Morning

Some Yoongi lazy morning smut for you…

I’m just starting to post my writing on this fairly new blog, so I really appreciate any feedback or messages you have to give!~

Yoongi x Reader. Smut. 1.7k

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Chris Evans dating someone younger would include

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  • not giving a single skittle about what other people think of you 
  • he actually likes being older than you
  • it gives him more reasons to be overprotective
  • he likes being the “experienced” one 
  • giving you cute lil nicknames
  • always calling you “little one” just to annoy you
  • “shut up, old man”
  • him mostly being the big spoon
  • but when he’s feeling sad and anxious, you don’t really mind spooning him
  • “when i was your age….”
  • “SHUT UP CHRISTOPHER I SWEAR”
  • him laughing because you’re so cute when you’re mad
  • he adores kissing your hands
  • and in winter, when your hands get really cold, he likes to take them in his hot ones, rub them together and give them little kisses
  • always being there when you’re feeling down
  • him being interested in your hobbies and attentively listening to you when you’re talking about the things you love
  • forehead kisses
  • him being ever-so-gently with you
  • because you’re his “china doll”
  • whenever you’re feeling sad about negative comments on your relationship
  • he always takes your hand, pulls you in for a dance as he softly sings “how deep is your love” by bee gees
  • “they all should let us be, we belong to you and me”
  • eskimo kisses
  • when you’re asleep, he loves staying up to look at you and admire your exceptional beauty
  • caressing your skin softly with his fingers
  • thanking universe that he’s alive the same time as you
  • pulling you close to him
  • breathing in your scent
  • “god, i’m so lucky”

The enemy of all humanity…

-Fairy Tail Chapter 524

anonymous asked:

whenever you have time hit us up with that +18 version. i'm a thirsty one lmao

Haha, here it is everyone! Sorry if it seems a bit rushed, but my content will only get better, trust me. 


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Kim Seokjin as your boyfriend (18+):

- sweet lover


- Loves your breasts


- Secretly likes when you leave scratch marks on his shoulders


- Quickies


- Moaner


- Knows exactly how to make you cum


- Likes to hold you by your thighs as he strokes you


- A master when it comes to fingering


- Hearing you Moan his name makes him more aggressive 


- A talker “you’re so wet jagiya”


- Always wants to cum together 


- Naked cuddles


- Won’t hesitate to go a second round 


- Surprisingly dominate


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Min Yoongi as your boyfriend (18+): 

- choking kink


- Loves for you to ride him


- Gives feedback like, “that’s it baby, you’re so tight.”


- Loves for you to go down on him


- Black laced underwear will make him instantly hard 


- asks you to watch porn with him


- Always cums first


- But takes care of you REAL good 


- one word: TOYS


- always kisses the spot right in the middle of your chest 


- usually a bit lazy, but when he’s feeling extra excited, he’ll make you tap out


- Never give hints as to when he’s horny, fine one second, hard the next


- Heavy breather


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Kim Namjoon as your boyfriend (18+):

- heavy make out sessions


- Fingers you under the table in public 


- Rough sex when he’s had a frustrating day


- “When did you become so naughty, jagiya?”


- Loves to take you from behind


- Hair pulling


- Stares at your ass a lot


- Touches your boobs whenever he gives you a back hug 


- Not much of a moaner, a heavy breather


- Likes to tie your hands above you


- A huge ass tease


- Leaves passion marks on your inner thighs


- Quickies in bathrooms


- Prefers you to wear g-strings


- Ear nibbling drives him crazy 


- Loves when you send him sexy videos

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Jung Hoseok as your boyfriend (18+):

- gets super serious and focused when he’s hard


- Always makes you cum first


- 69


- Seeing your thighs drives him crazy 


- fucks hard


- Strokes always in rhythm 


- Sex maybe 4 days a week


- But that’s all you need because he wears you out


- “Jagiya you’re so beautiful like this.”


- Sex in the shower


- loves to have your legs wrapped around his waist 


- Takes hot photos of you


- Craves you


- Foreplay with him is enough to make you have the orgasm of your life


- hot phone sex

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Kim Taehyung as your boyfriend (18+):

- lip biting 


- Hates when you have clothes on in the bedroom 


- Light bdsm (tying up, whips)


- Has sex every where except the bed


- Likes to hear how much you’re aching for him 


- Teasing


- His voice gets 10x heavier when he’s horny


- “Jagiya, don’t cover your mouth, let me hear how much you want me.”


- Loves to suck your nipples


- Hates missionary position 


- A moaner


- Seeing you take his dick so well makes him cum quicker


- Once he’s turned on he’ll make sure you’re equally as turned on

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Park Jimin as your boyfriend (18+):

- Sex playlist 


- exploring each other’s bodies/finding your hotspots


- thigh riding


- Loves to dominate, and loves to be dominated


- When he’s dominating, he’s rough and likes to hear you moan his name


- When you’re dominating, he moans and whimpers, begging you not to stop


- Skilled tongue, Will go down on you for hours and leave you both satisfied 


-  Nipple pinching


- likes to work for it (teasing)


- knows exactly how to turn you on


- Sex in the bath tub


- Spontaneous sex


- So much stamina


- “Jagiya, I can’t get enough of you, you feel so good.”


- loves when you go down on him

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Jeon Jungkook as your boyfriend (18+):

- thigh riding 


- Takes you from behind to watch your ass bounce with every stroke


- Can go for HOURS


- Rough af, but will be gentler if you ask


- “Tell me when you can’t take it anymore.”


- literally horny all day 


- Heavy breather


- Neck bites


- Spanking kink


- Prefers you with no underwear 


- Is initially shy, but once he gets comfortable, he’s a sex machine 


- Will kiss every inch of you


- Stares at your butt in public


- Loves to role play


- Can be a bit selfish in bed, but he’s so good you don’t mind



Alright my baby’s, that concludes the 18+ version of bts as your boyfriends! Send in your requests! The better the request, the sexier the reaction!

Lancelot Idea (+Lotor headcanons and Klance)

This is gonna be a very long post that features a lot of my ideas that I thought of, like, ten minutes ago. I’d like to make this into a comic/fanfic but if anyone else wants to as well, go ahead! Link it to me somehow cuz I’d love to read it and die cuz I’ll love you forever ahhh

It’s about 1,700 words, hehehe…I got really carried away. sorry about any mistakes too, I wrote this as fast as possible lol. I’ll put it under a cut.

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Imagine Your Boyfriend Wants to Breed You

(this is for the people asking for fluffier things. My first submission so I hope you enjoy! I love this page by the way!)

It’s dark in the basement bedroom you and your boyfriend share. Youre still tired, and shift a bit, trying to fall back asleep, but a wandering hand causes your eyes to flutter open. Smirking, you roll over to face your boyfriend, and smile at him. “You’re always so handsy in the mornings,” you murmur, your voice still quiet and sleep-filled.

He smiles and kisses you. “I know you like being woken up this way,” he purs. Sighing contentedly, you nod and kiss him back as his hand pushes your shirt up and kneads your breasts, making you moan. You feel him smirk against your lips, and you smile back. You’re so happy with him, and he plays into all of your kinks. You love it.

He pushes himself up and half pins you under him, one hand roving from your breast down to the hem of your shirts. You arch your back in anticipation as he stuffs his fingers into you, gently messaging your clit. Soon, you start whimpering and panting, writhing against his touch. “Oh, look at you. So eager,” he groans against your ear, and you moan his name, spurring him on. “You make me so hard,” he continues as your orgasm builds. You can’t control the noises coming out of you. You’re whimpering and shaking as your abdomen tightens, your eyes glazing over as you lock eyes with him until finally, you explode, digging your nails into his broad shoulders. “That’s it,” he purrs, continuing to finger you. “That’s a good little pet.”

As you come down from the high he’s just given you, he kisses you deeply, and sweetly before helping you undress. Usually you get time to pleasure him by taking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue over his hot, hard member, but he’s too eager this morning. He obviously wants to be inside of you, and You’re fine with that. You cum even harder when he’s pumping himself into you.

As soon as you’re naked, the two of you are scrambling to get his clothes off. He strokes his cock for good measure, but as he kneels in front of you, he’s already leaking precum, and fully erect. You’re wet from being played with already, but even wetter now that you’re watching him become primal, ready to take you. You spread your legs, preparing yourself whilst he gets a condom, but he doesn’t grab one this time. Instead, he presses your legs further apart, and lines himself up with your entrance. You can feel the hot head of his cock just barely pressing into you, and you want to feel it all the way inside of you. You moan, but stay still, knowing his rule.

“Babe, what about a condom?” You ask, nearly breathless.

He slides his large hands up your inner thighs, and you shiver. “I’ve been thinking about your kink,” he says.

“It’s just a kink,” you interject, slightly panicked, but he silences you by pressing himself inside of you, bare, a few more inches. You gasp. “W-we’re not ready–”

He suddenly slams the rest of himself inside of you, and you scream. It feels so good. You’ve never felt him bare before,and your toes curl. He slowly starts sliding in and out of you, kissing your neck. “I know you want to be pregnant. You’ve told me.” He keeps his tortorously slow pace, and you moan, your eyes rolling back. He slides his hand over your stomach. “You went my children growing inside of you, your tits leaking with milk so as they grow you can feed them.” He starts to speed up, and your moans can’t be contained. He’s really going to do this.  He’s going to knock you up. Instinctually, you lock his hips against yours with your legs. “Good girl. Do you want to feel your master’s cock unload inside your fertile womb?”

“Yes,” you moan. There’s no going back. You’re too far gone. “Put a baby in my womb. Please,” you grind your hips up to meet his. “Breed me.”

He groans, and grabs your chin, making you look him in the eyes. “There’s no going back after this,” he groans. His thrusts are steady, and his voice stern. You’re putty under him, moaning and writhing, gripping his shoulders. “I’m going to make sure you’re pregnant,” he growls, picking up the pace. “I’m going to fuck you again and again until you miss your next period.”

“Yes,” you whimper, watching him and in down at you. He licks a stripe between your breasts.

“I’m marking you in the best ways possible. Everyone will know.” He lifted your legs higher, and slammed into you harder, making your breasts sway and your breath hitch. “I’ll breed you,” he snarled. “Over. And over. And over.” His thrusts punctuated every pause, until finally, he stilled. His cock twitched inside of you, sending you over the edge. You cried out, and your Pussy spasmed greedily around his member. “Good girl,” he moaned as his cock spasmed for the sixth and final time.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he grinned down at you, and withdrew his cock with a wet pop. You felt his seed slowly run between your thighs and onto the sheets. It was a delicious feeling. You hummed contently and pulled him to you, kissing him. He tangled his fingers in your hair, and pulled back with a grin. “I can’t wait to see you become a mother.” His hand circled your flat stomach. “Watch you grow bigger.” He chuckled and you blushed.

“Are you really going to breed me over and over?” You asked innocently.

He pulled you to his chest, and whispered. “As many times as your body can take it.”

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Haru Ishikawa.


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music and lyrics yoongi for @auriee happy birthday, cutie~ 

On History and Pie

Summary:  A nonathletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery.  Will the two make a love connection?  For @devereauxsdisease and @victorineb who love this incarnation of Jack as much as I do.

Originally posted by butteryplanet


They’d chatted at the bakery enough times that Bitty was able to pull the information from Jack. He’d started coming to the bakery about four weeks ago, and during that time Bitty became more and more charmed with the second year grad student.

He always sat in the corner armchair, ordered a black coffee, two macarons and a slice of whatever the pie of the day was. Bitty first noticed him when he came in to order a slice of Weary Willie cake.

Bitty loved his job at the bakery, it gave him some extra cash while he attended Samwell. Whenever Bitty was there, he was the de facto person in charge. Shirley and Spencer, the owners of Bread and Butter adored Bitty.

“We never had any kids of our own, so you’re the closest thing to it, Bitty,” Shirley said to him one evening over a cup of earl grey tea.

So Bitty stood there, face to face with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen the first time Jack walked in. The Clark Kent glasses in front of them did nothing to hide the fact that they were beautiful. It was a good face, a handsome face. He was burly and tall, and Bitty loved that. He smiled, and Bitty’s body language invited Blue Eyes to speak.

“Can I get a slice of the Weary Willie cake?”

“Sure can, handsome,” Bitty said as he began to ring up Blue Eyes’ order, who blushed furiously. “What else can I do you for?”

“Coffee. Black. Medium, please,” he replied looking down at the counter.

“Why don’t you go find yourself a seat and I’ll bring it out to you,” Bitty said with a warm smile.

“Thank you,” Blue Eyes said softly and then turned to walk toward the corner armchair.

When Bitty approached, Blue Eyes had pulled out a laptop and several textbooks, the one on top of the pile was called Foundations of Modern European Intellectual History.

“Doing a little light reading, huh?” Bitty said as he put the cake and coffee on the side table.

“Oh, haha. Yes.”

“Do you go to Samwell?”

“I’m finishing up my masters in history there,” he said as he held up his book.

“That’s great. I haven’t seen you here before,” Bitty said wanting to know more about History Blue Eyes.

“I saw the chalkboard outside listing the Weary Willie cake and the history nerd in me became curious.”

“Look at you! You certainly are a history major.”

“Did you make the cake?” Jack asked raising his eyebrows.

“Sure did. My moomaw had the recipe from her mama.”

“Well, it’s not often I find a somewhat obscure historical reference on my way back to the history building.” 

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Sick Day

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean has the flu

Word Count:  2311

Warnings:  None. I think I fluffed.

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Sick Day

Kicking the covers off, you give up. Dean has been tossing and turning all night, and you can’t take it anymore.

Crossing to the other bed, you shake Sam gently. “Mmm…” he answers.

“Sam,” you say, shaking harder, “Sam, scoot over.”

“Hmm?”

“Scoot over.”

He rolls over onto his side and you climb into his bed. When the three of you had to share a room, you always opted to sleep with Dean. Sam tends to take up the entire bed with his massive frame. Dean isn’t much better, but you still end up with a little more room in his bed.  

Sam rolls back over onto his other side, snoring softly. Dean moans incoherently in his sleep from the other side of the room. You’re not sure if bunking with Sam is an improvement in your sleeping conditions, but eventually, you drift off to sleep.

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