ultimate bliss

You can so easily see the perfectionist qualities from virgo into pisces; pisces falls in love with their own idealized, perfected versions of others, rather than the person or thing itself, & end up very let down by others for just being human, for not being able to match up to such idealistic expectations. While pisces are the dreamers and the artists, they are also perfectionists in their fantasies; all are deeply and intricately formed to create the ultimate bliss and euphoria 

Sunday Funday (Finn Balor x Reader fluffy smut)

Alrighty, people! This is my first ever fanfic that I’m posting here! Hooray! Extra thanks and love to my girls @imagines–assemble and @alexispoo for helping me with this. Check them out!

Summary/idea - Maybe I could make a lazy sunday like fic with finn and reader but it eventually leads to sweet smut. A Sunday that he’s home and it’s all chill and stuff? Maybe like he makes you breakfast in bed just bc. And you repay him. In sex lmao idk

Originally posted by finnfuckingbalor

Finn yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as a ray of sun peeked through the blinds. He grumbled, sitting up only to glance to his right with a smile. There you were, fast asleep beside him in one of his old New Japan shirts. You lightly snored, your arm loosely draped around his hips and Finn couldn’t help his endearing smile as you curled closer to him in your sleep.

“Good mornin’, love…” Finn whispered, sweetly kissing your forehead while you slept. He admired your peaceful features, stroking your cheek with his thumb and you remained none the wiser.

Not wanting to disturb your slumber, Finn gingerly removed your arm and stealthily slinked out of bed. As much as he wanted to stay in bed all day, someone had to make breakfast and besides…What better surprise than breakfast in bed?

Clad in a loose vest and his boxers, Finn quietly left the room. He eased down the hallway to your kitchen to get some pancakes going. He washed his hands and dried them off before opening the fridge to get the batter. He took out a skillet from the cupboard and set out two plates on the island of the kitchen.

“Hmm… Why isn’t Y/n up yet?”, Finn wondered, turning on the stove and putting the skillet over the burner. The clock ticked away above his head from its place on the wall. 9:17 AM.

“Y/n?” he called, before grabbing the nearby spatula. “Y/n, time to get up, love!” Finn grinned as he heard you somehow manage to knock something over. “Guess breakfast will have to wait.” he mumbled as he turned the stove off and put the batter back in the fridge.

“I know she’s a heavy sleeper but this woman could sleep through the apocalypse…” Finn chuckled as he left the kitchen and walked back to your shared room.

You were still in bed but you’d turned in your sleep, shuffling over to Finn’s side of the mattress. It seemed that, while you moved around, you’d knocked the unsuspecting alarm clock off the bedside table.

Finn smiled fondly as you hugged his pillow. You’d managed to kick off the sheets in your tossing and Finn couldn’t help but notice how sexy you looked all rumpled and sleepy on his side of the bed. The “Prince is Dead” shirt you sported, from Finn’s days as Prince Devitt, had ridden up on you and Finn licked his lips. He drank you in, glancing from your exposed thighs and skimpy pajama shorts up to your hips, which peeked from where his shirt had ridden up, before moving to your peaceful features. Finn hummed, toeing off his slippers before crawling in behind you.

“Time to get up, baby…” he mumbled, kissing your neck as his hands trailed up your bare thighs. You made an incoherent sound as Finn’s warm fingers slipped under the shirt and splayed on your stomach. He chuckled when you squirmed and he nibbled on your pulse point, making all attempts to rouse you. You were still fast asleep, however, Finn’s actions were affecting your dream as you moaned when he began to rub your shoulders.

You were having a pretty uneventful dream, to your surprise, but enjoying said dream wasn’t in the cards as something kept trying to pull you from your sleep. You mumbled lowly, curling up to try and shy away from that incessant nudging.

“Mmn, Finnyyy…Don’t wanna wake up…” you slurred tiredly, trying to ignore Finn’s sweet words and soft kisses as his fingers worked their magic along your skin.

For all intents and purposes…you were fighting a losing battle.


‘Fuck, she’s so sexy…’ he kept thinking as his hands drifted towards the place where both of you wanted them to be. The kisses down your lower back and spine seemed to go on forever as his lips dragged down your body and towards the waistband of your pajama shorts. Your endless moans seemed to fuel him to keep going and, seeing as you were in a state of half-consciousness during this, you thought this was probably your most realistic wet dream ever. You didn’t really mind, though.

“Mmmn…Finn…Keep going, please…”, you whined as his hands came into contact with your wet folds, finally. As your hips started grinding into his hand, he chuckled.

“Awww, my darlin’s so wet for me now, isn’t she? Don’t worry…I’ll give you exactly what you need…”

He slid his hand out of your shorts and maneuvered you onto your back. The frustrated groan that came from your mouth was the only thing Finn needed to continue and soon, you felt a warm tongue glide between your legs with a beard scratching your thighs. You moaned, stirring enough to grasp at the hairs on his head which urged him to keep going. To Finn’s credit, you were barely coherent so most of your responses were out of you thinking this was all a dream.

Not that he was complaining.

Finn groaned at the feeling of you tugging on his hair, knowing that this was one of his few weaknesses. After a few seconds of administering his delicious torture on you, he used his left index and middle fingers to spread your folds open before he slid his right index finger inside of you, and then added his middle digit.


You jerked awake, opening your eyes to be welcomed with a glorious sight; your lover on his stomach, eyes fully trained on you and fingers working to only pleasure you. The pace he set was just right, and you could feel that coil in your body becoming tighter and tighter as he continued.


“God, Finn…You’re so good at this…”, you whined as you gave a rougher pull on his hair with an even firmer grip to keep him right where he was. His thick fingers skimmed over that one spot inside of you that made your back arch and had you releasing an erotic moan. “Please, Finny…Please make me cum. I really want to…” You were so close to reaching that ultimate bliss, to riding that wave of immense pleasure. You just needed one last push… 


Now, Finn wanted to really drag this out. He wanted to savour this lazy morning with you so, all of a sudden, the blissful sensations that his hands and mouth were causing ceased.

‘What the…What happened?’

You pried open your eyes to see a smug-looking Finn, licking the remnants of your essence off of his fingers and his lips.

“Finn!” you frowned. You were so close and he just…stopped. “You tease…I was almost…” you pouted at your Irishman, not taking his chuckles lightly as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “I admit it was a great way to wake up and all, Finn, but don’t just leave me hanging…”  

“Sorry, love but I’ve gotta finish makin’ breakfast for us. Those pancakes don’t just make themselves, y’know…”, Finn smirked, looking you right in the eyes as you squirmed around in your rumpled sheets. He climbed off of the bed ever so slowly and made his way towards the door.

‘That smug looking bastard! How could he?’

Your brows narrowed as you bunched your sheets in your hands ‘Okay. Two can play at this game!’ you thought. “Finn, you better get your ass back here and finish what you started or else I’ll finish off myself and make you watch!” Now you sported a smirk of your own, rather pleased with your ultimatum of sorts as Finn stared with an unreadable expression. He licked his lips, letting his gaze roam over your mostly covered form and you shivered under the intensity of his stare. He slowly walked back to the bed and stood at the foot of it.

“Well…I gotta say that does sound tempting, Y/n…” he trailed his finger along your exposed calf. “Sounds like a hell of a show.”

You flushed, realizing your bluff had backfired tremendously. ‘Well, shit. What’s he going to do now?’ Your body shivered at the thought of all the sinfully sweet things he could do to you throughout the entirety of the day.

He looked at you and drank in your appearance. Even though you had tousled hair, lust-blown eyes and were panting slightly, Finn loved you all the same. His movements in your direction contained his love for you, and the way he looked into your eyes as he straddled your legs had your mouth going dry. His hands moved up your body and cupped your jaw as he drew his lips to yours.

“Love, you’re gonna be the death of me one day, lookin’ all sexy an’ innocent like that. Makes me wonder how you got stuck with me in the first place…”, he says against your bottom lip as he lays you both down on the bed. He leans up onto his knees and starts to slip off his own pajama pants.

“Stop being such a sweety, Finnabon…You’re making me blush…” your voice was muffled from covering your already red face from his lusty and loving eyes. ‘He really loves me that much, doesn’t he?’ His next actions proved you right. So very right.

He grasped your slightly trembling hands and took them away from your still blushing face. You opened your eyes and looked down to see Finn’s already hard cock standing tall against his stomach. The tip was already a violent shade of red and oozing pre-cum down the shaft.

“I want you to know how much you mean to me, darlin’. I want to be the only one to bring you over that edge you so desperately crave.”, he growled in your ear, rubbing his dick in between your folds and against your clit. “You wanna cum right now, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good and make you cum all over my cock?”

“Yes, Finn, make love to me. I’m ready. Please, I need it.”

“Alright, darlin’. Anythin’ for you.”, Finn said as he slowly slid the head of his cock between your wet folds. You both moaned at the feeling; you at the feeling of his thickness, and him at the feeling of your tightness. He slid out of you until just his tip remained, and then slammed back up to the hilt. The pace that he set was slow, but you were urging him to go faster.

“Finn, baby, go faster. Please.”, you pleaded while yanking on his hair once again. He groaned yet again when this happened, but maintained his slow thrusting.

“Not yet, love,”, he spoke lustfully in your ear as he leaned down. “I’m gonna savour this, this morning and so are you.”

You whimpered when your lover said this, but let him continue his torturous acts. Finn lifted your legs onto his shoulders and kept on bottoming out inside of you. Your moans and scratches along his torso gave him permission to keep going. All the while, he continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ears.

“You feel that, darlin’? This is one of the reasons why I love you. You’re always so ready for me. We fit so perfectly together, it makes me realize how much I need you everyday. In my life, in our bed, I don’t care. I just crave you.”

You blushed yet again as you tried to turn your head away from Finn’s loving words and burning gaze. You could feel the coil in your lower abdomen tighten more and more. You wanted to hold off your orgasm until the right time, but that wasn’t helping. He saw what you were doing and immediately dropped a hand to start rubbing your sensitive clit.

“Oh no, Y/n. I’m not gonna have any of that today. We’re gonna cum, and we’re gonna do it together. I want to feel you. I need to. So please, do me a favor darlin, and look at me’. Cum with me…Do it now.”

You slowly removed your still red face from the pillows and looked your lover in the eye one final time. You saw love and adoration in his blown-out blue irises, and that was all you needed to let go. You moaned and arched your back as that coil inside of you snapped and your fluids dripped onto Finn’s cock. His whole body shuddered when he came inside of you, warmth quickly spreading throughout your body.

Finn removed his hand from your now over-sensitive clit and his softening cock out of your cunt. The feeling of being empty inside made you whimper, but his warm embrace surrounded you as he laid down next to you. Your bodies were a mess of entangled limbs and the room smelt of sweat and sex. It felt like you were home. You were at home with Finn but you quickly remembered something.

“Finn, baby. The pancakes are still downstairs and you still need to finish them.” you accentuated this with a gently poke to his chest. “Don’t want them to go to waste now, do we?”, you asked as you moved away from him and towards the door.

“Darlin’, you’re not going anywhere for the rest of the mornin’.” Finn smirked. “You better get your sexy ass back in this bed before I drag you back here.”, he said as he made his way to you. He picked you up and dropped you back onto the bed. “Now go back to sleep…”. You could hear his breathing slowly pan out from behind your back and his arms slowly slid around your waist as he slid closer to you. You smiled at your cuddly lover, who was wrapped around you this morning.

‘Best morning ever.’, you thought to yourself as your eyes closed, and you and Finn both drifted towards a wondrous sleep.

 

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Imagine Eddie role-playing as his character during sex

WARNINGS: NSFW Content, Eddie being fucking adorable, smut is going to *come * soon (◠‿◠✿)  A/N: This will probably be split up into parts because Tumblr on mobile is a pain in the ass. The parts will most likely be by character, so bear with me here. Also gifs and photos do not belong to me AS HIMSELF -It being your idea -He would profusely ask you if you were alright with it before & after -Having “Thunderbird” as your safe word -Using this as a way to try out new things in the bedroom -Him always surprising you with the characters when you least expect it -You being surprised by the amount of costumes that Eddie steals from set — You were laying in bed one night with your adoring boyfriend, Eddie Redmayne, when a light bulb went off in your head. You giggled into his chest at the idea; there was no way Eddie would go along with it. The idea still amused you, and it was very obvious. Eddie rubbed your arm very gently, as if he were afraid of breaking you.  The two of you had been together for over a year, but each time he touched your skin felt like the first time. Goosebumps would appear following the same trail as his long fingers and each gentle caress sent shivers down your spine.     “What is so funny at eleven o'clock at night?” He pressed a soft, loved filled, kiss to your forehead.      “I was just thinking.”     “Well, what were you thinking about?” Even in the dark the flush that appeared on your face and chest was highly noticeable. You buried your face in his freckled arms to hide the blush and you lightly bit your lip to suppress a nervous laugh. You took this brief period to really memorize your surroundings: you and Eddie were tangled together, legs and arms intertwined. He smelt of cinnamon, mint, and the expensive cologne that you gave him last Christmas. God, how you love him. The feeling was indescribable, like the ultimate bliss.      You swallowed your embarrassment, “I was thinking that maybe we should spice it up, you know, in the bedroom. That’s not to say that what we do normally isn’t -uh- satisfying,     it was just a dumb thought, forget about it.”     With strong arms, Eddie picks you up and flips you onto your back, “what did you have in mind?” Moments like this were what got you up in the morning. You wished you could freeze time and just stay like this, you and Eddie being utterly adorable and obviously perfect for each other, until the end of time and beyond, His favorite thing to do is to place lusty bites and kisses all over to distract you from whatever point you were trying to make, this was mostly for your silly arguments, but occasionally he would do it just to fuck with you. For example, tonight. He placed hot kisses up and down your collarbone, and you had to fight back a moan to speak.     “Maybe we should try role-playing as -um-,” Eddie raised his eyebrows, as if to signal you to elaborate,“well, it would mostly be you, but we should try role-playing as characters from your movies.” Eddie let out a deep sigh and plopped down on top of you. He bit into your shoulder to stop himself from laughing.     “I thought you were going to suggest an orgy or something, this is quite relieving. I do think that it’s a wonderful idea (Y/N). When should we get started?” he seductively                  whispered in your ear.     This inspired a new wave a courage in you. It was your turn to flip him over onto his back; you resumed your first position of cuddling and said, “why don’t you surprise me?” In hindsight, that was the best thing you could’ve said because the next few weeks were full of restless, love-making, fuck-filled, nights and there was nothing in the world that could’ve made you happier. A/N: I know, I know, I am awful for leaving it there, just hang in there. I already have some ideas for which characters to use, but if you feel up to it: drop some characters and ideas in my ask box. You can suggest kinks (to an extent, there are some things that I will NOT do.), cute pet names for Eddie or (Y/N), whatever you can think of. 

Originally posted by passion-of-arts

First

Authors Note: This Shannon one shot is pure smut that was requested by the lovely @stephmatosxo to the song First F*ck by 6lack and Jhene Aiko. Thanks for the request lovely and I hope that you enjoy! XOXO

Trigger Warning: Profanity, Smut, Sprinkle of Fluff

“ Hi sunshine! Hope all is well! Can I request a smutty one-shot of Shannon based of Jhene Aiko and 6lack song called “First Fuck”? It’s been on repeat non-stop for me lol Thank you 😘💕 “ - @stephmatosxo


I will be home soon. I promise to make up for lost time

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I have my feelings about Ultimate Domestic Bliss so I hope you see the place I’m coming from but like, hear me out okay… The Proposal … no hear me out

Fitz is hopefully climbing out of this bad place faster than we think, but there’s no way he’s getting to a fine and dandy let’s elope place within 1 ep (at least there’d better not be)

BUT

He did also spend a significant moment in this ep stating how his life with Jemma is over, she’ll never forgive him or want to be with him, etc. Now hopefully her coming and holding him the way she did will help him see some sort of light at the end of the tunnel in this regard, but I can’t help but hope in the shippier parts of my heart, that she takes a quiet moment - later, after it’s all been deal with - to say to him something in the spirit of

Your life with me is not over. I love you and I choose you, if you still choose me.

Does she offer him the ring in that moment?
Does she tell him her answer to an unasked question will be yes?
Does he think on this, and consider it an invitation to propose?

Any of those scenarios could work, because you know, what I like about it is it’s something. It’s not the grand picture of Life After Beating the Cosmos that they, and some of us, were hoping for. No. But life isn’t like that, especially not their lives. It’s not hard and then easy. It’s struggles and promises, and this is one of those. A step out of the darkness. A step toward the life they want.

A little, shiny promise. I could go for that.

anonymous asked:

I was the noisy in bed anon and it's no inconvenience to resend! Sorry i wasn't clear the first time! I mean noisy in an nsfw sense ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) like think embarrassing porno moans but real if that makes sense lol

First part of this ask: 

I just want to say that I love your blog and think you’re just an awesome person in general

 Okaay! I hope this is correct. lol. hahahaha

Enjoy anon!

Zen: 

  • He absolutely loves hearing it.
  • Especially if she called his name too. 
  • This means MC enjoys what he’s doing
  • Fuels his beast even more
  • Probably kept a recording of MC’s moans in his phone and uses it to…… ykwim

Jumin: 

  • His forte punishment for MC.
  • “If you can keep the voice down, I will let you come.”, like so.
  • But at times he enjoys listening to it
  • Knowing that he made MC like that. 
  • And the fact that the whole apartment can hear her, this turns him on even more

Yoosung: 

  • Is she hurt?? Is she alright??
  • Probably his first thought when he heard MC
  • But then it made him feel powerful and even more confident to try new things. 
  • He made MC like this, him. Him. Kim Yoosung. 

Seven: 

  • He’s a vocal one himself. 
  • He can be loud too especially when he came. 
  • Both of you will be very vocal
  • His ultimate bliss is when you scream out of pleasure
  • It’s a good thing you both live in a bunker, or else there’ll be ….. noise complaints. 

V: 

  • Despite being the calm and quiet one, he likes MC being vocal. 
  • It’s the equivalent of watching MC’s blissful face. 
  • And he uses it to know how MC is enjoying what he’s doing or not
  • If MC were to feel embarrassed, he’ll reinforce her with sweet words. 
“Frostbite” (Mark Smut)

Originally posted by j-miki

Title: Frostbite

Featuring: Mark (GOT7) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17. Oral, dirty talk, all that good stuff.

Word count: 2,009

Summary: Mark rents the two of you a cabin for the weekend, and has a unique way of staving off frostbite.

Requested by anon! If you’d like a winter/Christmas scenario, go here!


The door to the cabin blew open, snow covering the entryway as the two of you came in, forcing the door shut against the wind behind you.

“Jesus” Mark breathed through chattering teeth, pulling off all his excess winter clothing as you did the same. You left the wet jackets, boots, gloves and hats by the door and took in the place.

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Khansama Kitty?

@shinigami-mistress and I had been discussing all the religious overtones in ch127, how Agni is treated as a Christ figure. Then we got to joking about Agni coming back three chapters later, perhaps as a Bizarre Doll. (NO, we don’t think it’ll happen. It’s only a joke.)

About the same time, @eglentyne-mcqueen was typing up quite a post on the same topic (Christian symbolism). I reblogged to add my two cents and mentioned my discussions (including the jokes) with shinigami-mistress. One thing I didn’t mention is her concern about whether Agni’s soul has been collected yet. In the Kuroverse, the soul is collected at the time of death, so I assumed his soul had already been taken away.

But then I looked into Hindu funeral customs. Hindu beliefs vary from sect to sect, of course, but they tend to hold an open-casket wake then cremate the body and scatter the ashes (usually over a body of water). White is traditionally worn by funeral attendees and other mourners, and black is considered inappropriate. Ten days after the death (or is it ten days after the funeral?), friends gather to release the soul for its ascent to Heaven. Visitors are expected to bring fruit. Hindus believe in karmic reincarnation, so a person’s soul can return in another form. The form taken depends on the karma of the soul, and a truly enlightened soul can reach Nirvāna (being “blown out”, LIKE A LAMP), which for a Hindu means finding liberation (moksha) in the realization that the true self (Ātman, soul) is identical to the transcendent self (Brahman, the physical world and ultimate blissful reality). Once Nirvāna is attained, THEN the cycle of birth, life, and death ends for that soul.

Do reapers in Kuroshitsuji treat the souls differently, based on the religion or spiritual faith of the deceased?

So, has Agni reached Nirvāna? Or could he yet be reborn? Considering his faith in Soma and his worldview, I think he has become truly enlightened, so I believe he’s attained moksha….

That’s good for Agni, surely, but I would have been tickled pink to see Sebastian come across a kitten with white fur and a little blaze mark on its forehead. He’d adore its unusual markings and soft coat, and he’d name it Khansama… or simply refer to it as “Him”.

(I’m atheist, but damn. Now I’m getting all teary-eyed anyway… over the crack idea of the demon finding a reincarnated Agni in kitten form. Wtf?)

Let the fanfics of an AU where Sebastian has Khansama Kitty be written….

Below is an effective long list of duas to make. Send to family & friends so that they know what to ask from Allah Paak

Dua:
Ya Rahman, Ya Raheem,,Ya Rabb al Alameen

Grant me death with the shahadah on my tongue.

Expand my grave for me and illuminate it with light

Preserve my record in Illiyeen

Lighten for me the questioning of the grave

Grant me death in a state of Ibadah, resurrect me in the same state

Keep me free from fear, anxiety and terror of the DOJ

Grant my book in my right hand

Make me among those who show their books to others with happiness

Make me successful in the Meezan

Help me cross the Siraat like lightening

Ya Allah, pls do not give away my good deeds to others

Reunite me with my family in Jannah

Do not expose my faults in front of others on the DOJ

Ya Afu, Forgive the sins that I don’t remember n the sins that I didn’t even consider as sins

Grant me a Qalb e Saleem

Cleanse my heart from malice, jealousy, hatred, self-admiration,show off, envy

Grant me the ability to forgive others

Grant me soft speech, protect my tongue from lying,backbiting,hurting others

Grant me beautiful patience

Grant me correct Aqeedah, excellent memory and understanding of the deen with daleel

Bless my parents,forgive them,Grant them good health and make me a sadaqa jariyah for them

Bless my siblings n their marriages. Bind us together with love. Do not let shaytan break our bond.

Grant all the single Muslims the coolness of their eyes.

Grant us righteous children and make them a sadaqa jariyah for us

Help me understand, write and speak Arabic

Help me maintain good ties with my relatives

Help me see my faults and cover it from others

Bestow me with wealth to spend in your way

Do not let others humiliate/oppress/mock/take advantage of me

Help me be courageous and take correct decisions

Grant me modesty in clothing and speech in front of non Mahrams

Oh Allah help me leave behind a legacy with humility

Forgive the Muslim ummah -the living and the dead. Bless the Muslims. Grant victory to the oppressed. Fill their hearts with Eman.

Oh Allah,accept my deeds

Ya Allah, O my Allah, Ya Rehman, Ya Rahim, Ya kareem, Ya Sattar, Ya Gaffar, Ya Kadir, Ya Sami, Ya Aleem, Ya Zuljalaali Wal ikraam be rehmatika astagir.

Ya Allah I turn to you in repentance, in submission. I beg you plz fulfill my duas.

Ya allah Forgive my sins, a complete forgiveness that leaves no trace.

Ya allah Forgive my transgressions of Your Commands & the violations of the rights of people.

Ya allah Grant me victory over my shortcomings

Reform and upgrade me Ya Allah.

Ya Allah Accept my duaas, ibaadah & deeds.

Ya Allah Guide me towards performing good accepted deeds for Your Sake only.

Ya Allah Help me to attain khushu’ & ikhlaas in my ibaadah.

Ya Allah Help me get closer to you as my end draws near.

Ya Allah Make me love You, Your Prophet (pbuh), Your Deen, Your Quran the way it deserves to be loved.

Ya allah Increase my eeman, tawakkul, yaqeen in You.

Ya Allah Increase me in Taqwa,
Make me of your grateful slaves.

Ya Allah Give me the strength to be steadfast throughout the trials I encounter.

Ya Allah Grant me a soft heart & content with Your Laws.

Ya Allah Make the Quran be my companion in both worlds.

Ya Allah Guide me to the siraat mustaqeem until my last breath, never be deviated in shirk, kufr or bid'ah.

Ya Allah Make me among the muhsineen, muttaqeen the mukhliseen, the sabiqoon fil ilm.

Ya Allah Increase me in beneficial knowledge.

Ya Allah Protect me from sicknesses of the heart (envy, arrogance, proudness, show off)

Ya Allah Bless me with happiness in this dunya & akhirah, protect me from sadness & depression.

Ya Allah Favour me with the ability to do tazkiyah of my soul throughout my life journey.

Ya Allah Remove the love of this world in its degrees & forms from my heart.

Ya Allah Invite me to Your House to worship You.

Ya Allah Grant me a good end, make me love to meet You.

Ya Allah Make my grave & barzakh a peaceful, cool abode.

Ya Allah Grant me the Shade of your Arsh on Yawmul Qiyaamah.

Ya Allah Give me my record of deeds in my right hand and make my mizaan (scale) heavy with the good deeds.

Ya Allah Grant me the favour to drink from the Hawd Al Kawthar by our beloved Prophet’s (pbuh) hand.

Ya Allah Ease my crossing of the Siraat & Qantarah (bridges before Paradise).

Ya Allah Favour me the ultimate bliss of seeing You in Hereafter.

Ya Allah Shield, increase & protect the love/mercy/barakah between me & my spouse for as long as we live.

Ya Allah Improve our behaviour with each other.

Ya Allah Reward my spouse Your best reward for her/his striving for my family.

Ya Allah Make the Quran & Your Commands be our judge in all matters.

Ya Allah Strengthen our practice of the deen together.

Ya Allah Make us join together in bliss in Jannah al Firdaus.

Ya Allah, assist us with physical & emotional strength to be a good parents & example to our children.

Ya Allah Save our children from the impact of our mistakes in their lives.

Ya Allah Bless us with righteous children.

Ya Allah Make our children the coolness of our eyes and make them sawaab-e-jaariya for me & my spouse.

Ya Allah Make them of those who establish Salah and prostrate only to you.

Ya Allah Protect my family from evil, calamities, enviers & the shayaateen from man & jinn.

Ya Allah Protect our children from harm, sicknesses, disbelief, haraam and destruction.

Ya Allah Grant our children success in Deen, duniya & Aakhirah & grant us a lineage of righteous offspring until Yawm al Qiyaamah.

Ya Allah Unite our entire lineage in Jannah al Firdaus.

Ya Allah Make our children workers for Your Deen, hafidhul Quran, da'ees, imaams, scholars and shaheeds.

Ya Allah Make them become the reason for our place in Jannah & shield against the Hellfire.

Ya Allah save me & my entire family from the Hell Fire & make us enter Jannah al Firdaus Aa'laa without being accounted.

Ya Allah, you are Al Gaffaar. Forgive my parents.

Ya Allah Reward them in the greatest measures in this dunya & akhirah.

Ya Allah Elevate their ranks and grant them Jannah al Firdaus.

Ya Allah Make me coolness of their eyes in their old age.

Ya Allah Grant my siblings success in this dunya & akhirah.

Ya Allah Elevate the ranks of my parents, spouse’s parents,my sisters & brothers, my elders & entire Ummah.

Ya Allah Protect them from illnesses and difficulties of old age.

Ya Allah Forgive the sins of those who have passed away in my family & the Ummah - young & old.

Ya Allah Grant them a peaceful time in the barzakh till they meet You.

Ya Allah Save us from trials of Dajjal, Yujuj & Majuj & the last Day.

Ya Allah Grant my family & friends who are waiting for the gift of “children”.

Ya Allah Unite the hearts of my worldly companions who work for You & strengthen our brotherhood.

Ya Allah Unite the hearts of those undergoing family/marital difficulties.

Ya Allah Grant your perfect cure to those who are sick.

Ya Allah Protect my brothers & sisters across the warzones & from the persecution, rape, slaughter, humiliation.

Ya Allah Relieve their sufferings & elevate their ranks.

Ya Allah Bring the downfall of those (modern day pharaohs) oppressors &
Relieve those who are deprived, burdened, oppressed, in debt.

Ya ALLAH bless the person who forwarded this duas and make this a source of sadaqa jariah for them Aameen..

Ya Allah, answer our Duaas You are the All Hearing, All Knowing! Aameen Ya Rabb.

Seeing the world of sentient beings so full of afflictions, bodhisattvas arouse their energy thinking, ‘I should rescue and liberate these beings; I should purify and emancipate them; I should lead them, direct them, make them happy, develop them, and cause them to reach perfect peace.’

Thus disillusioned with all conditioned things, considerate toward all sentient beings, seeing the benefit of omniscience, taking refuge in enlightened knowledge, dedicated to the salvation of all beings, the bodhisattva reflects thus, ‘By what means can these beings, fallen as they are into such misery, be lifted out of it and established in the ultimate bliss of nirvana and be caused to attain freedom from doubt about all things?’ It occurs to these bodhisattvas, ‘The means to do this is nowhere else but in the realm of knowledge of unobstructed liberation; and the knowledge of unobstructed liberation is nowhere else but in awareness of all things as they are; and awareness of all things as they are is nowhere else but in the transcendent knowledge of the unconditioned and the unproduced; and that light of knowledge is nowhere else but in contemplation by the analytic intellect skilled in meditation; and that contemplation by the analytic intellect skilled in meditation is nowhere else but in skill in learning.

The bodhisattvas thus apply this contemplative knowledge to the quest of the Buddha Way, day and night intent on hearing the Dharma, desirous of the Dharma, enjoying the Dharma, delighted in the Dharma, relying on the Dharma, devoted to the Dharma, concentrated on the Dharma, intent on the Dharma, taking refuge in the Dharma, dwelling on the Dharma, saved by the Dharma, acting in accord with the Dharma.

Avatamsaka Sutra - Flower Ornament Scripture - 722

Note on the image: Green Tara, the Liberator. Her mantra is ‘Om Tara Tu Tara Ture Svaha’. His Holiness the Dalai Lama reciting the mantra: http://youtu.be/PPkbeA2hbnc

Listening to these recordings of My humiliation sessions with you faggot puts Me in such a meditative state.  You’re increasing begging, pleading and screaming for Me to stop has such a calming influence on Me.  I want to take you to the lowest depths possible faggot.  I want to feel the ultimate euphoria a Superior feels when He has taken His fag’s humanity and turned the fag into Master’s ultimate object for never ending amusement and complete obedience.  Look at Me fag, you know it’s the right thing to do.  Let Master experience the ultimate bliss only your pain and suffering can bring. It’s your true calling My faggot.

Bad Things

Dean x Reader

Here is my third request! This kind of took on a life of it’s own, so I apologize if it’s too long. As always, please like, reblog, and send all the feedback you’d like. I appreciate you taking the time to read it! Feel free to send me your requests, as they are NOW OPEN. If you like this one, there may be a sequel. *wink wink* xo kait 

Here’s what I was listening to while writing this (it helps set the mood):
Bad Things - Jace Everett
Halestorm - I Get Off

Word Count: Somewhere around 3,000

Based on a request by @dragonkittyReader has been stuck in the bunker with Dean while Sam does recon. The two have begun a silent flirting competition to see who breaks first. They both do. Lots of smut. All the smut.

Warnings: SMUT. So much smut. Basically, if you’re not into porn, don’t read. Also, language.

Prologue:

He’s exquisite. Everything a man should be. Gorgeous green eyes, a perfect smile, and a delicious body you want to lick every inch of. Can we also just talk about his lips? All you can do when he talks to you, is imagine them kissing your most intimate parts. Every time he looks at you, your insides dance. When he smiles at you, the crinkles around his eyes make your knees weak. Not to mention whenever you’re in the same room as him, you can’t stop imagining him inside you, filling you to the brink. You can’t take it anymore. No more hiding it.Tonight will be the night you make your first move.

She’s gorgeous. A serious work of art. Her curves are perfect and soft, and all I can think about are running my hands over every inch of her. Her hair smells like peaches and her laugh makes my dick stand as hard as a rock. I want to run my hands through her hair and kiss those beautiful lips. Kiss her soft skin. Whenever she’s anywhere near me, I just want to bend her over and fuck her senseless. That’s it. No more fantasizing about it. Tonight will be the night I make my first move. Tonight…she will be mine.


Originally posted by jiliakaart

You had been cooped up in the bunker with Dean for almost a month now, and everyday seemed to get worse and worse. You couldn’t be in the same room with him without wanting to jump his bones.

He was gorgeous. There’s really no other word that would do him justice. He had light brown hair, cut close, but always with those delicious short spikes on top, that you wanted to run your fingers through. His eyes were green, and could pierce anyone’s soul if you were to look in them long enough. He was tall, about 6'1 and his legs bowed in so adorably, you couldn’t help but stare when he walked around the bunker. His lips, were supple and totally kissable. He had this way of licking them when he was frustrated or thinking, that drove you fucking crazy.

Sam left for a recon mission about an hour earlier. That means it was only you and Dean in the bunker. Alone. He had a subtle way of flirting with you over the past month, but nothing had ever come of it. You couldn’t tell if he was being cute, or if he really wanted to fuck your brains out as much as you wanted to drop your pants and give it to him willingly.

“Y/N?” A gravely voice broke you from your dirty thoughts. Dean stared at you quizzically from across the table. “Back to Earth, sweetheart. We have some research to do.”

Of course, research. Always research. When you became a hunter, you never thought there’d be so much damn research.

You page lazily through the old leather book in front of you, looking for a way to rid Cas of his rabid plague. You were barefoot in the bunker, and your feet were freezing. Your feet absentmindedly drifted towards Dean, and bumped his. You jumped, and looked up at him. His green eyes were staring back at you, and a sly smile was spread across his face.

“Playing footsie under the table? That counts as flirting where I’m from, Y/N.” He laughed, and continued to skim through the book that was in front of him.

You ran your fingers through your hair, and placed your hands on the table, stretching.

“I’m gonna get a beer,” you say, getting up from the hard wooden chair. “Do you want one?”

Dean looks up at you from his reading, and smiles again in that sexy side way.

“Yes, please.”

His eyes continue to hold your gaze, until you awkwardly turn away and walk towards the kitchen. You swear you can still feel his eyes boring into your back as you walk away. Goosebumps rise on your arms.

You open the refrigerator door, and grab two beers. If he’s flirting with you like this, and Sam isn’t home, maybe now is the time to make your move.

He’s a man. Most men can’t resist the temptation when it’s in front of them. But will it make it awkward for you both in the future? You do live with the man after all.

You close the refrigerator door, and turn to walk back to the study, when you almost bump right into the man himself. He’s so close to you, you can smell his shampoo. Dean takes the beer out of your hand, grazing it ever so slightly in the process.

“Thank you, Y/N.” he says, his eyes looking deep into yours. This man likes direct eye contact, and it makes you uncomfortable. But, not in a bad way. His eyes are heavy lidded and you can see the lust in them. Unless that’s just your hormones taking over.

“You-You’re welcome.” you choke out, taking a sip of your beer. He mimics you and takes a sip of his, still standing the same distance from you, blocking your way from going back to the study.

“Yanno,” he says, leaning against the near by counter top. “I can’t help but notice the way you’ve been looking at me lately.” He takes another sip of his beer, waiting for your answer.

I’m sorry? Did he just acknowledge he knows you’ve been staring at him? Be strong, Y/N. This is what you’ve been waiting for. FLIRT BACK.

“Sorry,” you say, gripping your beer bottle so tight your knuckles are white. “When someone as good looking as you is in my presence, I can’t help but stare.” Good. Good for you, Y/N. Way to keep it subtle.

Dean doesn’t seem to mind. In fact he throws his head back and laughs. This irritates you a bit.

“Excuse me,” you say, your feelings a bit damaged. “And why are you laughing?”

Dean sets his bottle on the counter top and walks towards you again. He’s even closer now, so close you can see every freckle on his beautiful face.

“You’re feisty, Y/N. Bold. It’s what I love in a woman.”

You gulp hard, and he sees it. That sly smile that drives you crazy, spreads across his face once more.

“In fact,” he says, running his large calloused hand down your bare arm. “I have to admit, I’ve been staring at you too.”

Oh sweet Jesus. Your arm is covered in goosebumps where his hand is placed. Your stomach is doing flip flops.

“Is that so?” you say, hoping you sound confident and sexy, not like the mumbled mess your brain is currently in. “And do you like what you see?”

Dean moves his arm up to cup your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes meet his perfectly. He speaks, and you can feel his sweet breath on your face.

“I absolutely fucking do. I want to do the dirtiest things to you I possibly can.”

You inhale sharply, and before you can speak, his beautiful lips are on yours. Pops of white appear in your vision, and it’s ultimate bliss. Exactly what you’ve been hoping for.

He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, and nibbles on it, sending shocks through your system. His hand is in your hair now, giving him control of your head and better access to your mouth.

Dean’s tongue pokes at your lips, asking for an invitation inside. You oblige, and your tongues dance in perfect unison. His mouth tastes like beer, and peppermint toothpaste. He smells like man, clean and fucking masculine. Your panties are already soaking wet, and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

In one swift motion, he lifts you up, his big hands cupping your ass. He places you gently on the counter top, before attacking your neck in wet kisses.

You throw your head back, and let him devour you. You run your finger tips through his spiky hair, and it’s surprisingly soft.

He breaks away from kissing your neck, his eyes overflowing with lust now. Dean looks you right in your eyes, his green ones making your stomach clench.

“Let me fuck you, Y/N.” His tone is gravely, and sexy as fuck. You run your finger tips along his jaw, before nodding your head slightly.

Dean takes your top off in one swift motion, and unhooks your bra before throwing the garments to the kitchen floor. Your breasts hang free, and he bites his lip, taking in the sight of you. A low growl emits from deep in his throat. Your heart is beating so hard, you’re surprised it’s not pounding out of your chest.

He takes one of your breasts in his mouth, capturing the nipple in between his lips. The mixture of his warm mouth and the cold air of the bunker makes you gasp in ecstasy. Dean flicks his tongue across your nipple, pinching the other in between his fingers. You wriggle underneath him, desperate for his hands in other places.

Dean sees your need, and breaks free of the attention on your nipple. He plants a soft kiss on your lips, before kissing a trail down your bare stomach.

He steps back a bit, never breaking eye contact with you, and takes his shirt off. His abs are more defined in the dim light of the bunker’s kitchen, and you’re practically salivating. You notice that his freckles not only trace his face, but also his shoulders and chest too. You also notice his tattoo for the first time.

You reach for him and pull him closer, kissing every freckle on his shoulders, tracing his tattoo with your tongue. Low moans escape him, and his hands draw circles on your bare back.

“Lie back.” he demands, and you do, the cold counter top making you shiver.

Dean unbuttons your jeans, all the while kissing your stomach. He slides them down your legs, and throws them with the rest of your clothes. He kisses a trail from your ankle, all the way to your inner thigh. He’s so close to your sex that you want to cry out. Your hands are in his hair, tugging with need.

He rubs his nose along your underwear, so close to your clit. Dean can feel the wetness through your panties and smiles up at you. The look of his face between your legs is almost too much to bear.

Dean hooks his fingers on both sides of your panties, and slides them effortlessly down your legs. It’s mere seconds before he’s back kissing your thighs, nibbling them, gripping them with his strong hands.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he says, inches away from your sweet spot. “Tell me, Y/N.” You can feel his breath on you, and it makes you writhe on the table.

“Taste me…please, Dean,” you practically beg him.

Before you can even gather your thoughts, his mouth is on your clit. He licks it in delicious circles, finding every spot that drives you wild. After he’s done with this relentless torture, he takes your clit in his warm mouth and sucks lightly. Your back arches off the table in ecstasy.

Dean sticks one thick finger inside you in a ‘come here’ motion, while continuing his exquisite attack on your most sensitive part. Your hands are in his hair, pulling him closer. Your release is so close, you can feel it building in your stomach.

“D-Dean, oh my God. I’m so close,” you choke out, your vision starting to blur.

He stops his torture for mere seconds and whispers, “Come in my mouth, Y/N.”

That’s all it takes and you’re coming, hard. Your body shakes and convulses as your mind clouds with pleasure.

Dean kisses your inner thighs, and then a trail up to your mouth. You can taste your sweetness on his tongue and it drives you practically mad. You need to touch him, and now.

You run your fingers along his abs, feeling the tight muscles underneath. You hop down from the counter top and kneel in front of him. You unbutton his jeans, running your hand along the bulge that has formed inside them.

You wriggle his jeans down his legs, along with his boxer briefs, wasting no time. He’s huge, and your eyes grow wide, as his cock stands at perfect, hard attention in front of you. He growls in his throat, as you wrap your hand around his thickness.

You put your mouth onto the tip of his cock, and trace circles with your tongue. You put more of him in your mouth and suck, making him twitch, his hands in your hair, guiding you.

Originally posted by staysassycassie


You continue this for a while, feeling his cock grow hard in your mouth, and at your touch. Soon, he’s lifting you up and taking you to his bedroom nearby. His hands are gripping your ass, squeezing.

Dean kisses you hard, before gently placing you on the bed, on your back. He hovers over you, drinking you in with his gorgeous green eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you. So hard,” he growls, rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance, bumping your clit along every travel. You wiggle underneath him, yearning for him to fill you.

“P-Please, Dean,” you beg. “Put your cock inside me.”

He kisses you swiftly, before easing his girth inside you. He stretches you, and it feels amazing. Nothing you can even try to describe. Dean lets out a low moan, as he settles inside of you. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping your ample breasts.

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N.” he breathes in your ear, quickening his pace. He relentlessly hits your sweet spot, over and over, making you climb higher and higher. Your nails scratching his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

You can’t hold it back anymore and your orgasm takes over, making you moan louder and louder, as he slams into you. The sounds of your pleasure make Dean’s breath quicken, and you can tell he’s close.

“Come inside me,” you whisper in his ear, and that’s all he needs. He releases, crying out, the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. You can feel his hard cock twitching inside you, and he slumps on your chest, defeated.

Dean rolls over and runs a hand through his hair. He wraps his legs in yours and you both lay there, silently entwined.

Originally posted by cassywinchestertheangel


It’s mere minutes before you can hear Dean silently snoring. That’s when you remember…

You didn’t take your birth control pill today.

The day I get to rp slice of life or anything domestic on Korra, I will mcfreaking sCREAM with joy ;A; Anyone can ask @technoheart​ my ultimate weakness for domestic bliss threads, either platonic or romantic. I just my muses to be happy in everyday mundane things. For Korra, I want her to have a break from the hecticness of being the Avatar, to have someone pamper her and have cute adventures with <3 I just love domestic threads okay. Roommates, platonic soulmates, best friends, with a partner,,,,just gimme domestic happiness ;______; 

There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live…..the sum of all human wisdom will be contained in these two words: Wait and Hope.
—  Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo