wheres my bucket

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i just wanted to draw lil vanessa and nina in cute outfits but whoops they look sad,, what happened??? how do we cheer them up????? this is probably an emergency situation 

On a scale of 1-10, how fucked up is it that I was rooting for Driver in this scene?  The whole time I kept screaming at the screen for him to stab Flynn in the face with his knife.  Or at least stab him in the hand with his fork.. less hostile that way.
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Hani; MAXIM Korea photoshoot 

Sentimentalism: limerence

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Warnings: Blindfolds and dominance. Somewhat BDSM I’d say.

Part 1: finifugal, Part 3: catalyst, Part 4: sober


limerence: (n) the state of being infatuated with another person.


I hurried down the stairs as my hands brushed through my hair, hoping to get them at least presentable. I was still in my gown from yesterday and my undergarments are clearly unable to wear again. I decided to head home. It’s not very idealistic if my colleagues and if worse, my boss, saw me in a gown coming out of the hotel with messy hair. I took a quick shower, put on my black trousers and white shirt and had my hair up high to a pony tail, just like how a journalist would address.

I quickly returned to the hotel. Police siren was everywhere to the point it got annoying, Of course, journalists and reporters were all there. It was a juicy headline to be honest. A murder at the biggest event of the season - with a little sprinkle of well-done editing and brainstorming, a newspaper could make so much more than regular news. And that went for broadcasting and online newspapers as well. But then again, my mind was always distracted by what happened last night and of course the strange man named Min Yoongi. All I had was the phone number written of my breats to find the Min Yoongi that stole my heart in this chaos of Seoul. As much as I wanted to call him, now is not the time.

“According to the evidences found the murderer is a male, average height. The victim was the owner of a big coperate. He was found killed by cyanide in his drink. For now we do not have anymore evidences or proofs so we will not answer anymore questions. Thank you.” - the policers informed briefly to the journalists.

This guy’s smart, didn’t use any weapons that could leave trails or fingerprints. Probably somebody who was very skillful and experienced in what he’s doing. I stayed to gather some more informations and headed home.

By this time the sky has became a gradient mixture of naple yellow and phlato blue mixed with platinum white. The wind carried clouds across that great canvas above the atmosphere. All seemed so peaceful and quiet, and there was I, searching for troubles myself as if life was too boring. I dialed the number he left on me. Every toot felt longer than usual, or it might just be my heart forgetting how to beat normally.

“Hello?” - a husky, drunken voice lingered on the other side.

“Min Yoongi?” - my lips trembled as I tried to control my feelings.

“Yes.”

“Uhm… we met yesterday… at the ball…”

“Ah Johnny Q… I knew you’d call.”

I smiled a little when I realised he remembered what I drank. Suddenly something struck my head. Why am I calling him? What urged me to dialed his number? Did I miss him? Or maybe just because of curiosity? Those questions wrapped my head up, isolating me from the trying to be casual with the guy I had a one night stand without even knowing his face.

“Do you want to come over? Since…”

“Sure, text me your address and I’ll be there.”

The long chain of toot brought me back to earth. Not until after three seconds I started to gain conscious about reality. Min Yoongi, the guy that I knew very little about, was anticipating a text of my address and God knew what would happen afterwards. I sat down, saving my legs from non stop shaking and slowly typing my address down.

Sent.

I quickly cleaned my small apartment, at least trying to make it look presentable. My mind kept rewinding the conversation earlier. It asked me why he knew I would call, why did my heart skip a beat when he remembered me, why wasn’t he hesitated when I invited him to come over? To be honest, I couldn’t find the answers.

Ding dong.

I inhaled deeply as my hand twisted the door knob. In front of me was a man with average height. The same pastel blonde hair and pale white skin. His eyes were sorrow but at the same time fierce and captivating. Thin dry lips curved downwards, so delicious, so kissable.

“Hi…”

“Hey.”

Greetings were as quick as a snap. I made way for him to enter. His eyes wandered on every corner of my apartment. Sometimes he would glance at me and most of the time, I would blush.

“If my predictions were correct, you didn’t invited me here for a cup of tea, right?”

I startled. He hit the jackpot and he knew it. My legs began to cross against each other and my right fingers were pinching my left arms. I bit my lips and slowly looked into his wild eyes. He smirks proudly at the vulnerable expressions on my face.

I guided him to the bedroom and closed the door behind my back. And of course, he brought me a present - a blindfold - a little something significant between us. I could feel my core soaking little by little, creating an irritation that I could not get rid of by myself. Yoongi tied the blindfold around my head and suddenly he became the light in this darkness.

“Let me see what lies under those fabric.”

That tempting voice of his closed all the doors of options for me. There was only one path left, obeying. I unbuttoned my shirt and unclasped my bra, all by senses. My shorts were the next to fall down, leaving my thongs the last piece of coverage on my body.

“Stop.”

His sharp voice was near me. I felt his finger trailing on my the cheek of my ass until it reached my thongs. He slided his finger into the space between my thongs and my ass and stretched out the fabric, making the front side tighten on my pussy. His whole palm grabbed one of the cheeks, gave it a hard squeeze and smacked it. I bit my lips and swallowed the sore down through my throat without letting out a single whine. He might be mad. He might punish me.

Yoongi led me on the bed. After my back lied straight on the silky bed sheet, I felt his hands as they were pulling my thongs out. My body was officially exposed. My eyes were desperate to see his face, how he would react when he looked at the fragile and defenseless me. But I have to be a good girl, or else he won’t let me cum when I want to. And a good girl doesn’t whine, she follows instructions.

“Don’t cum until I say so.”

My core started to tickle as something was inserted in. A flat thich pad was sliding up and down, creating sensual temptation which gradually built up my orgasm. It had to be his tongue. I could sense his taste buds against my fold and his dry lips sucking the pink flesh inside my. It’s becoming unbearable. No matter how much i tried to hold it in it kept rushing me to come out. I released, emotions became a sundae of absolute pleasure and fright.

“What did I told you?”

He yelled as his hand slapped my ass repeatedly. As much painful as it was, my cum dripped everytime he hit harder, so were tears coming through my blindfold down my cheeks. I bit my lower lips tight until I could taste the smell of blood. His fingers wiped my tears as he said gently.

“Don’t cry… I’m sorry I won’t be so harsh again.”

“It’s alright” - I rubbed my cheeks on his hand. - “Can you let me cum on your dick, please?”

“Anything for you.”

Everything fell into silence again. It didn’t last long until my mouth screamed for him as his dick entered me. He was tight around me and warm inside me. His lower body grinded into mine, just like tidal waves clashed into each other. Wasted no time he grabbed my breasts, squeeze and slightly twisted my rock hard nipples while continuously hit my weakspot. Finally, he granted me my wish and even though my eyes didn’t capture any moments, my body will never forget this feeling.

Yoongi opened the blindfold for me and we both lied on the bed. Exhaustion overwhelmed us. We could hardly speak our breathe.

Ring ring

“Hello?… I’m on it.”

Yoongi put down his phone and hurriedly got up and put on his clothes. Suddenly he noticed me, sitting on the bed completely naked looking back at him with the most confusing eyes. He laid a kiss on my forehead and continued to dress himself.

“I’m sorry I have to go. I’ll call you later….”

“It’s Y/N”

“Y/N huh?… Interesting…”

The bedroom door closed and Yoongi was out of sight. Emptiness began to mess with my mind, trying to befriend with me even though I refused multiple times. I wished he would stay a little longer… My eyes trailed on the side of the bed where he lied until they stopped at the paper package that had no name on it. I hold it up and looked through it. There weren’t anything significant visually. Then I sniffed the package - the familiar smell of cyanide hit me.

To be continue…


My first BDSM kinda smut. I tried guys… I tried…. where is my bucket of holy water?

Ask box is opened for requests and shits if you have any and want to share with me

Magcon/26mgmt during the purge
  • Me: Come on guys keep running!
  • Taylor: I forgot to get my bandanas i ain't runnin without them
  • Me: are you serious
  • Cameron: but i need to tweet all my beautiful fans to stay safe first!! oH AND A FOLLOW SPREE bc it might be the last one!
  • Me: Cameron we don't have time for that
  • Nash: Should i snapchat this?? everyone stop bryant can you take a picture my fans need to be updated
  • Me: nASH I WILL–
  • Bryant: Photo by Bryant
  • Me: Where the fuck did you come from
  • Shawn: Can we stop by the store and get muffins
  • Me: not you too shawn
  • Aaron: guys just run
  • Me: thank god aaron you're actually norm–
  • Matt: oH MY GOD WHERE IS MY BUCKET HAT I SWEAR TO GOD CARTER IF YOU TOOK IT–
  • Carter: What were you saying I was stalking Justin Bieber's instagram
  • Gilinsky: Daddy
  • *sammy pops out of nowhere*
  • Sammy: DID SOMEONE SAY DADDY IM HERE
  • Johnson: sammy why didnt you tell me you had a child
  • Me:
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i prefer the original version of “gator golf”

Dating Matt would involve:

• Nose kisses• Eating bagels together • Skype sex while he’s gone • Hip bone hickeys • Random nicknames • Jamming out to Shawn’s songs • Rough but passionate sex • Cuddling • Thigh grabbing • Building forts together • Spooning • “Bagels are a big part of my life, right after you. And of course Bernie.” • “Where TF is my bucket hat?!” • “I want you.” • “Matt, stop tweeting about bagels!” • “I love you more than my bucket hats.” • “You’re my sexy dinosaur.” • “Did you just burp?” • “You’re so loud!” • “You’re so gorgeous baby. I love you.” • “Nice ass, babe.”

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Interrupting the Advent Calendar madness to have a little RLT joy: wet!Torquil being competent and awesome in an aran jumper/kilt combo, hair all wiggly and free-roaming. 

Dating Matt would involve;

• Nose kisses
• Eating bagels together
• Skype sex while he’s gone
• Hipbone hickeys
• Random nicknames
• Jamming out to Shawn’s songs
• Rough but passionate sex
• Cuddling
• Thigh grabbing
• Building forts together
• Spooning
• “Bagels are a big part of my life, right after you of course. Also Bernie.”
• “Where TF is my bucket hat?!”
• “Matt, stop tweeting about bagels!”
• “I love you more than my bucket hats”
• “You’re my sexy dinosaur”
• “Did you just burp?”
• “You’re so loud!”
• “You’re so gorgeous baby, I love you.”
• “Nice ass babe.”