tilted by hand

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The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

“The Kissing Game goes like this, Shortcake. Press, retreat, tilt, breathe, repeat. Use your hands to angle just right. Loosen up until it’s a slow, wet slide. Hear the drum of blood in your own ears? Survive on tiny puffs of air. Do not stop. Don’t even think about it. Shudder a sigh, pull back, let your opponent catch you with lips or teeth and ease you back into something even deeper. Wetter. Feel your nerve endings crackle to life with each touch of tongue. Feel a new heaviness between your legs. The aim of the game is to do this for the rest of your life. Screw human civilization and all it entails. This elevator is home now. This is what we do now. Do not fucking stop.”

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SPOTLIGHT: Tweexy

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Teen Wolf Preference - You slapping his butt

Thank you endlessly @pissheadofficial​, my forever source of inspiration, for helping me write these. ♥

Scott McCall

You sneaked up on him, watching as he stood by his locker along with his pack. Soundless, you walked up behind him, not even Stiles noticed you and he stood almost in front of you.

The sound of your palm hitting one of his butt cheeks made Scott’s eyes widen and his jaw to drop. The purse of his lips slowly turning into a sincere smile once he saw it was you who were the one surprising him like that.

”Did you really just do that in front of everyone?” Scott asked with a flattered smile and you nodded in agreement. ”Your very right McCall.” you said and twirled your hair around your fingers as innocently as you were capable of, making Lydia and Malia giggle at your behavior.

”I’m allowed to touch my man aren’t I?” you asked and he grabbed your face in his hand, tilting it up to his as he spoke with a deeper voice. ”Right, I like the little weird ways you show affection.” quirking his eyebrow as he leaned in to kiss you.

Liam Dunbar

You were supposed to meet Liam by his locker this morning, and as you walked around the corner you saw him standing there, waiting for you with his back turned against you.

You straightened your back and smirked for yourself as you approached him, slowly sneaking up on him and leaned into his ear. ”Hey sugar.” you whispered with a seductive voice and used the whole palm of your hand to slap him on the butt, with full force that earned a juicy sound that echoed through the hall.

Liam flinched let out a loud gasp, the surprise of the sudden motion got him to turn around in shock. You still wore that same smirk when you met the mortified face of Liam, his blue eyes have never been so wide and he seemed to have lost his ability to speak.

The only thing he managed to do was to give you a nervous laughter, an increase in his heart rate and stuttering something inaudible before his face turned crimson, lowering his gaze to the floor to avoid you.

You loved to tease Liam this way and he exclaimed a nervous ”Oh okay!” before scratching the back of his head and then rush to his morning class, leaving you giggling by your locker.

Brett Talbot

”Heya Brett!” you squealed as you walked up beside him on the field. You were on the Beacon Hills lacrosse team and you wanted to wish him luck before the game.

You greeted him by giving him a real pat on the butt, squeezing it as your hand met the fabric of his shorts, then flashing him a grin. He immediately turned around to look down on you.

”Hey Y/N, that’s cute-” he began and then he leaned in to whisper in your ear. ”-but don’t start anything you can’t finish.” smirking as he met your mesmerized face.

You bit your lip and took another step forward, almost pressing yourself against him. ”Well Talbot, there’s nothing with you that I can’t handle.” you purred and Brett scoffed and tugged the hem of his jersey, trying to get some cool air on his now heated skin.

The whistle blew and Brett winked at you. ”Save that for the night Y/N.” then he putted on his helmet and ran towards the rest of the players of Devenford’s lacrosse team.

Theo Raeken 

The light slap of your hand on his butt made Theo turn around, his green eyes focused on yours and he bit his bottom lip once he saw the glistering in your eyes, knowing that it meant that you were full of mischief.

”Really?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow, you could immediately smell the instant arousal reeking from him. Your filthy smile seemed to be contagious, because now, he looked back at you with the exact same smile.

You shrugged and twirled your hair between your fingers, licking your lips as you devoured him with just the look in your eyes. ”You’re unbelievable Y/N.” Theo purred and shook his head, not wanting to admit how you made him feel just by looking at him in a specific way.

Then Theo snaked his arms around your hips to turn your body around, making your back hit the lockers and he pinned you against them with only the strength of his arms. His eyes were a shade darker than usual and you closed the small gap between you when you heard a low growl escape his chest.

Powerful Chakra Meditation

This is a meditation I made that I found to be extremely deep and powerful. Use it when you feel you need some balance or beneficial energy in your life, or just need to sit and meditate in general. It is also good for opening the third-eye. I find that this meditation gives many sensations which can be pretty intense, so don’t be alarmed if you feel things very strongly. Just relax, go with it, and you’ll be ok. You’ll need about a half-hour for this procedure.

1. Sit in a comfortable position (preferably cross-legged) and keep your back straight, with your chin tilted slightly downward. Put your hands in your lap with the palms facing up, with right over left for females, and left over right for males.

2. Take a few minutes to breathe deeply and relax your muscles. Gradually slow your heartbeat down, and begin to clear yor mind. Block out the surrounding world, and focus on your breathing. Focus on the present. Begin breathing more slowly and deeply, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Close your eyes.

3. Gently bring your attention to the root chakra, located near the privates. Visualize this chakra as a red, swirling point of energy or light. Try to breathe ‘into’  and ‘out of’ this point, directing your breath to the location. As you inhale, imagine clean, beneficial energy entering the chakra, making it brighter and more vivid. This should look something like when an ember from a fire is blown on and it glows. As you exhale, imagine any unhelpful or unclean energy leaving and dissipating, again making the chakra more bright and vivid. Feel this energy exchange as you do it. After repeating for as long as you feel is necessary, move to the next chakra.

4. Continue this process for each chakra, all the way up to the crown. As you move up, you may feel a sense of your conciousness ‘changing shape’. You may also feel vibrations in certain parts of the body (especially the crown), feel numbness and tingling in the face and limbs, see flashes or swirls of light, have a floating or disconnected sensation, or hear ringing in the ears.I find that these start to get very intense at throat chakra, and reach its peak at the crown. Remember that this is normal and will not harm you in any way.

5. When you finish the crown chakra, take a minute to just breathe and prepare for the next step. When ready, imagine a stream of white or pearly light going from the crown chakra all the way down to the root chakra. Feel and see this energy hit each point as it travels down.

6. When the stream of light reaches the bottom, imagine it climbing its way back up starting from the root chakra. Go slow this time, and really feel it work its way back up to the crown. Imagine it reaching and filling each chakra as it goes along. Tune into the vibrations it gives each chakra.

7. When you reach the crown, imagine that stream of light going up and out into the universe in rays. Feel it open up and spread out above you, connecting you to the universe and its knowledge, strengths and vibrations.

8. Take a couple minutes to just breathe deeply. Relax your muscles, and begin to regain awareness of the world around you. Ground yourself and start to move your fingers and toes. Seperate your hands, put them on your lap, then gently open your eyes. The meditation is now finished.

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Day 27: Magnus + Madzie

The sound woke him up. A quick shuffling of feet that brought to mind, wise but lonely eyes in a young face, thick textured hair and a little girl who hadn’t smiled as much since Alexander had brought her to his loft a couple of days prior.

With a flick of his fingers he was dressed and was soon on his way, following the sound like little breadcrumbs till they led him to the kitchen where he stopped for a long moment to watch Madzie as she splayed her hands out over the doll Alexander had gotten her when she’d first moved in.

The doll’s head was tilted to the side, the hands broken, and Madzie bit her lower lip, brows furrowed hard as she squinted and mumbled, fingers working with short sharp movement that ended with her releasing a little huff as she glared at her still broken doll.

The expression was so similar to one Alexander had worn when he was frustrated that something wasn’t going right for him that Magnus found himself smiling.

He must have given himself away at some point because Madzie whipped around, those dark eyes meeting his before she glanced down, a brief flash of misery on her face. She hunched her shoulders and took a step back, fingers absently reaching for her doll, then flexing as she pulled her fingers back into the pocket of her dress.

“I remember the first time I ever used my powers,” Magnus said, going for calm as he leaned back against the doorjamb, head thrown back, eyes gazing into the distance, half stuck in the memory and the other half paying attention to Madzie who now that Magnus wasn’t looking at her, was glancing shyly right back at him.

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Alex Summers(Long Hair) Appreciation.

I love his long hair fite me

Originally posted by pietroh

  • The decision to grow out his hair was spontaneous.
    • He just wanted to try it just for ‘shits and giggles’, and it was heavily in style during the time.
      • Alex thinks it makes him look drastically different. The hair really outlines his facial structure/face and he’s gotten compliments from girls about this.
        • Mainly, ‘I wish my hair looked that great”
          • Or “it looks really soft can I touch it?”
  • Imagine brushing your finger through his hair.
    • Imagine the sound he makes when you do it because he really loves it.
    • It’s a sort of squeal, and he shuts his eyes and tilts his head towards your hand, telling you silently that he’s loving the attention.
    • This makes you chuckle.
  • Imagine Alex allowing you to put little flowers in his hair.
    • He secretly likes it.
      • Makes him feel really relaxed.
  • imagine Alex letting you braid his hair.
    • He’s laying on the couch, watching TV, his head in your lap. You’re idly brushing his hair out and all of a sudden, you’re braiding his hair here and there.
  • Imagine Alex using your hair products and then innocently denying that he does when you ask him about it.
    • Mainly your shampoo and conditioner.
      • He really likes the smell.
        • His hair smells like coconut most of the time.
          • Sometimes sweet pea. Depends which scent you buy that week.
  • Imagine taking a bath together, and washing his hair for him. He’s sitting in between your legs, facing forward, and reveling in how good it feels to have your fingers rubbing his scalp down to the ends of his hair.
  • (NSFW) Imagine Alex growling whenever you pull his hair during sex.
    • Stirs him up, and gets him even more rough than he already is.
  • Imagine Alex pulling his hair back into a small ponytail, but not all of it fits so he has bits of hair sticking out and blowing into his face every so often.
    • does this when he’s going out for his morning jog.
    • Imagine Alex puffing hair away from his face with a small bit of annoyance.
  • Imagine his hair when he first wakes up in the morning. It’s tangly and all over the place, and you try to brush it out with your fingers but to no avail.
    • He leaves it like that until breakfast is done and he’s ready to take a shower.
      • It’s really cute.
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Derek x Reader




Derek looked up at you guiltily as you looked at down at him, your arms were crossed as Derek tried to speak only to create a whine, making you giggle. You were the only person who knew about his struggle with his new wolf instincts, secretly thinking it was cute when he did something more wolf like than Derek would normally do.


 

“Just because you look like a wolf doesn’t mean you can behave like one.” You muttered when you saw the torn pillow by his paws.



 

Derek let loose a sharp bark followed by a snuffle and a sigh in response. You couldn’t help but burst into laughter as you sat on the floor next to Derek and tried to get him to look at you. When you started tickling behind his ear he whined in objection but eventually tilted his head into your hand, turning to face you and pressed his cold nose against your cheek like tiny wet kisses.

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I want what you want
I want to make this city a better place

one last ha-hurr

She’s holding back everything that she so desperately wants to come out of her mouth. She wants to tell him everything that’s on her mind, everything he makes her feel. She wants him to know that she really does like him but at the same time she can’t, because in a way he will always be Riley’s.

She’s blinking back tears when she feels a warm hand guiding her cheek to face him. Her eyes flutter upwards to look at him, and she thinks he knows what she has to do.

“Maya? What’s wrong?” His hands are still cupping her face, and he’s gazing down at her so intensely.

A small smile fleets across her face and she leans closer, closer, and closer until she’s almost a single breath away from him. She tilts her head higher, his hands still on her, and opens her mouth. What flies out after is nothing short of a sad goodbye.

“Ha-hurrrrrrr!” She blinks once, twice, before focusing back on him.

His eyes are wide and glum. He shakes his head before sighing and lowering his hands off of her cheeks, after, he takes her hands in his and squeezes them tightly.

“I don’t want this to end.” He says. “I know we were never officially dating, but I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

She knows. She knows exactly what he means.

“I know, but it has to.” A tear falls from her eye. “I have to let you go.”

“I don’t want you to.” He mumbles.

“But I have to.” She gets up slowly, her hands falling from his. She gives him one last look before walking away, before letting go, before breaking her own heart.

It’s for the best, she repeats to herself over and over again. And once more when she sees Lucas and Riley holding hands later.

She thinks that one day, they might get their chance, but she doubts it, because regardless, he’ll never be hers.

One Hundred Ways to Say: “I Love You.”

I’m going to write something even if it’s such a STRUGGLE

All these drabbles

#9    “Is this okay?”

Every last nerve of hers was on fire, like the kind that burned hotter under the surface. It was fire over oil, the hardest to fight. It lapped at her, dancing like feathers of heat.

Lucy shivered when a hot, calloused palm pressed to her cheek, rough fingers sifting through her golden hair and dragging along her scalp. A shiver that came out as a breathy exhale, her eyes fluttering when his thumb rubbed at her temple.

He was touching her like he was worshiping her, savoring every little second as they became moments. He was taking his time for once, enjoying what was given at a leisurely pace.

It was such a variant from his regular spark. but then again, his regular spark involved breaking things.

He’d never want to break this chance.

She tilted her head into his hand, listening to his own shaky inhale as he watched her closely. His long lashes were mesmerizing, but not as captivating as his onyx eyes burning into her like hot coals.

“Natsu.” she whispered, licking her lips. His gaze followed the motions, his body leaning closer so that his breath mingled with hers. Yet, their lips didn’t touch.

Hooded gaze flicked up to her, desire boiling back behind it.

“…Is this okay?” His voice was rough, guttural, like he was speaking from the chest. He was trembling, barely holding on the the idea of pulling away versus pulling her closer. 

Was it okay? Lucy turned it over in her mind like a slow roast. He was her partner, her best friend. He was her biggest supporter and her greatest ally.

He was also the man she loved.

She licked her lips again, catching Natsu’s low groan at the teasing action. He really was hopeless sometimes.

“Just kiss me, you idiot.” she whispered with a laugh, sighing when his fingers became even more tangled in her hair.

His eyes flashed, the flash of a grin blinding, and he purred a soft huff.

Then, he gladly accepted her challenge with blazing lips.

princenocto  asked:

just fyi i reread that little ficlet of yours where yuuri blew victor in the bathroom at the banquet in sochi religiously, so i politely ask that you, my friend, my pal, my source of goodness in yoi, to write about the five bathrooms victor nikiforov has definitely blown yuuri in

i have some regrets.

5. in the bathroom of their hotel room in beijing, after yuuri’s fs, when yuuri comes out of the shower and sits on the lid of the toilet & victor checks over yuuri’s feet like he always does, except this time while he’s stroking yuuri’s achilles tendon he presses his mouth very gently to the curve of bone alongside yuuri’s ankle.

“victor?” yuuri says.

victor lifts his head up, still cradling yuuri’s foot in his hands. tilts his head at yuuri, like he’s waiting for something.

yuuri flushes and says, “if you want –” dropping his gaze to where victor’s mouth had been before flicking it back up. this time victor looks up at him the whole way as he drops a kiss a little higher up the shin.

it takes victor a long, long time to make his way all the way to the top of yuuri’s thighs.

4. in the hotel in barcelona, the night before the sp. victor strips yuuri out of everything except the ring. in the shower, victor slides his hands through yuuri’s hair, slippery with shampoo, and it’s the same as always except sometimes yuuri can feel the hard outline of the ring press against the shell of his ear. victor gets to his knees halfway through, eyes closed and face flushed under the hot water.

yuuri comes in victor’s mouth. victor comes when yuuri strokes his jaw and the ring drags slowly across his skin, and kisses it, after.

3 (spiritually). in the airport after japanese nationals, when yuuri’s set to fly back to russia, and regrets deeply that the night before he sent victor a picture that is not, strictly speaking, dirty, but definitely involves one gold medal and not a lot of other clothing, because victor calls him and spends ten really long minutes describing all the things he wants to do to yuuri while he is wearing the medal & nothing but. 

2. the bathroom of the club in st petersburg near victor’s apartment which victor takes yuuri to one night during the off-season, where victor is promptly hit on by several very attractive strangers. it takes yuuri three shots of vodka before he yanks victor off the dance floor, a hand on the small of his back, and kisses him very pointedly & thoroughly while victor’s knees go weak. victor presses yuuri through the door of the men’s room in a maneuver that takes longer than it should because he can’t stop kissing him. 

yuuri comes out the door a little shocked at himself; victor comes out with a bite mark under his jaw & a very pleased expression.

1. the shower in the st petersburg apartment, again & again & again, and victor still looks at yuuri like it’s their first time.

softshumjr replied to your post: …

this is exactly why we can’t have more of that… because malec as soft boyfriends is a deadly weapon SO PLS DON’T GO THERE when you start, you can’t stop and it makes you (and others) super emo i can’t read more about soft boyfriends pls have mercy

Deadly is right. But who can help it when Alec looks at Magnus like he is the world and entertains the thought that they could, for a moment, forget about the looming war. That when he looks Magnus in the eye, he sees affection and want, and at this moment, he wants him too. So Alec leans in, eyes trained on Magnus’ lips, head tilting just so slightly and hands reaching out involuntarily towards Magnus’ arms, needing something to ground him. When their lips meet, they glide across one another like a sensuous dance, smooth and unhurried. The air around them slows and their senses overload; all that they hear are each others’ breaths and all they feel is the soft caress of wet lips against theirs. 

Daddy 76

Anonymous asked: Pakiratomusu asked: “I want to feel you from the inside…” and “On your knees, open your mouth” in one with Daddy76!

You sit at the edge of the bed facing the door, fidgeting expectantly. Soldier said he’d come home around this time, but you had a surprise for him. You heard the front door open from a distance, fiddling with the sheets under your hands. Soon after, Jack opens the door to find you waiting eagerly.

“What a little sweetheart, waiting for me so patiently.” Soldier told you as he ran his fingers through your hair. He opened his fly with his other hand, tilting your head back gently as he gripped your hair. “get on the floor,” He ordered, stepping back and continuing, “On your knees, open your mouth.”

Kneeling for him obediently, you opened your mouth to reveal your surprise.

“You got your tongue pierced sweetheart? Are you trying to give your daddy a heart attack?” He joked, eyes heated. “I can’t say I don’t like it though,” Soldier mused, “If anything, I’m curious.” Stepping closer, he gripped his cock and started to press it to your tongue. The piercing itself was still a bit tender, but the new sensitivity excited you enough to let out a soft moan. You could tell he was excited too. As he pressed in further, Soldier told you, “I want to feel it from the inside.”

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It was almost noon the next day when Darren left Samantha in bed, finally sleeping, and went to the easel, trying to distract himself from the additional conversation Chung and Una had subjected him to last night.

To his own surprise, his faithful old mistress calmed him somewhat, even in this unprecedented horrified state. Even when Darleen had passed, it had not felt like this. Devastating and sad, sure, but an unfortunate accident, not murder. Murder was a dark, grey abyss. It could be anything.

“Darren?” Samantha’s voice was small and hoarse at the other end of the studio, but it jolted him nonetheless.

He turned around and dropped his brush. Her face was white, her eyes tired and red, but her mouth wore a strange smile, an almost unnoticeable tilt at each corner.

Her hands moved across her abdomen and finally Darren saw it, the small pregnant swell.

“I just popped,” she whispered as Darren walked towards her, looking into her deep green eyes. She moved her hands away and put his there.

“Are you OK?” he asked, his hands moving softly over her.

“Uh huh,” she said shakily, her voice collapsing. “Kim couldn’t wait to be an aunty.”