why is work on monday :c

Mutual Destruction - Jeff Atkins x Reader // Part One

ManEater!(fem)reader and Womaniser!Jeff (lemme know if this is good enough to carry on, I’m planning for it to have multiple parts)

Part Two

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Muse - OCAD

Are You Gonna Be My Girl - Jet

If there was one thing she loved, it was a good challenge. Montgomery De La Cruz was a BIG challenge. Huge. Thriving jock and pretty well known with the ladies, she’d had her eye on the boy for a while, wondering what flavour girl baseball players were into.

Helmet down by his side, he ruffled through his hair as he leaned against the batting cages taking a breather. Yum. He was well built, and his cheekbones were so sharp they would slice her if she wasn’t careful.

However, Y/N wasn’t a feelings kinda gal, and word on the street had it that Monty was a feelings kinda guy, beneath the hotheaded jock exterior.

It was a hot summers day, and Y/N was certainly feeling hot right now. She sucked on her necklace, it was a nervous habit of hers. She was sat in the bleachers, arms out behind her, soaking up the sun. Today, she had a free period, and although there was initial intent to study, it had all gone out the window the second she had seen that cute little baseball outfit that fit Monty oh-so-well.

Although he was in her social circles, and they had the occasional conversation, she didn’t know Monty too well. She’d witnessed a fair few fights between the boy and people who’d got on his nerves, and wondered if his temper translated elsewhere, too.

She watched as Cruz leaned his foot up behind him, and his wandering eyes found her. She smiled mischievously, and began to make her way over to him.

The net created a barrier between the two of them. Monty turned as he saw Y/N approaching.

“L/N.” he announced, holding his helmet in both hands. “What gives me the pleasure?”

“I’m a little bored over there, and you looked like you were taking a break, so I thought, I’ll go talk to him.” She smirked, lacing her fingers through the netting. The boy smirked in response.

“Well, you don’t have long, I should be back soon-ish.” He teased. “I was wondering, we’ve known each other years right? So how come we never went out?” She raised her sculpted eyebrow.

Monty chuckled. “You’ve always been too busy with other guys, Y/N.”

“That’s not true. You’ve just never had the balls to ask me out.” She joked.

“I have, L/N, multiple times. You’ve always turned me down.” He looked sincere.

“I’m starting to see that was a mistake.” She fiddled with the netting, keeping her eyes on Monty.

“CRUZ, BACK ON PLAY!” Jeff Atkins called to the boy in front of her.

“I’ll see you round, Cruz.” She walked backwards, loosely waving her fingers at him, before collecting her things and deciding the library would be best to study.

“Damn man, timing.” Monty was pissed at Jeff.

“You’ll get no where with that one anyway, I did you a favour.” Jeff said as he raised his bat to the ball coming toward him. Monty stuffed his helmet back onto his head.

“How would you know? She was into me, man.” Monty argued.

Jeff raised his eyebrows. “No, she wasn’t. She does that with everyone.”

“Shut up, Jeff, you wouldn’t know what you’re talking about. You do that with everyone.” Monty hit the incoming ball with excessive force.


“You’re stupid.”

Jeff chuckled. “Whatever you say, man, don’t cry to me when she chews you up and spits you out.”

“You talking about Y/N L/N?” Bryce Walker swaggered up to the batting cages, swinging his bat around.

“She was flirting with me real hard.” Monty smirked at Bryce.

“I agree with Jeff, don’t go near her. Major whore.” He spat.

“That’s not what i meant, Bryce. I just meant that she’s not the girl for our delicate little Monty.” Jeff was Bryce’s #1 hater. He was just a huge asshole and Jeff didn’t roll with that.

“But she is a slut. I can’t believe you’d even try to go there, Cruz.” He chuckled to himself.

“Shut the fuck up Bryce, she can do what she wants.” Jeff tried to drown out his sickly voice by concentrating 100% on hitting the balls coming his way, maybe pretending they were Bryce’s head.


Y/N shoved her books into her locker, she’d done enough work for the day. From nowhere, she could sense a presence that made her more than slightly uneasy. Chills climbed up her bones, a feeling she recognised oh so well, anytime he was near. Turning, her suspicions were confirmed. Zach Dempsey. The boy who had blown her heart out of her chest and ripped it into so many pieces she could no longer feel it. Not even all the walls she’d put up since could stop the wound stinging each and every time she saw his face, or heard his voice. It was a struggle to see the blindingly adorable smile plastered to his face and not feel something. He had made her who she was today, whether that was a good thing, or a bad thing.

From the corner of her eye, she watched as he joked around with his friends, clearly so unaffected by her proximity. There was no need for her to torture herself like this.

“Hey, Y/N.” Montgomery had come up behind her and leant against the lockers, whilst she had been in deep in her thoughts.

“You’re back?” Her usual confident charisma returned to her as though there had been no slip in the first place. She smirked at the boy, closing her locker and mimicking his actions.

“Looks like I am. So, i have a question?” Monty was nervous, she could tell.


“How do you feel about Rosie’s?” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“They do pretty awesome milkshakes.” She replied coolly.

“How do you feel about going with me? Tonight maybe, 7ish?” Proposed Monty, coughing slightly.

She grinned cheekily. “I might turn up, I’ll see how I’m feeling.”


“Y/N, can I have a word with you?” Mrs Reed, the psychology teacher, stopped her as she was leaving.

“Uh, yeah, what is it?” Y/N asked.

“As much as you like to hide at the back and pretend you know nothing, you do have the highest grades in the class.” Mrs Reed began.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Apologised Y/N.

“Don’t be, but I would like you to do me a favour. How do you feel about tutoring?” She asked.

“In psychology?” Y/N was baffled.

“Well, yes.”

“I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to it, it would probably help me study.” Despite hating to admit to it, Y/N was top of most of her classes, and worked very hard for her grades.

“I have suggested to Mr Jeff Atkins that you may tutor him in psychology.”

“Jeff? He needs tutoring?” This shocked her. Jeff Atkins was a baseball champion, and one of the most popular guys at school. They were acquainted with each other.

“I believe so, if he wants a baseball scholarship to colleges next year, he will need at least a C.”

“What’s he on right now?”

“Anything below a C.”

“But how? Psychology is simple-”

“Not to everyone, Miss L/N.”

“Right, sorry.”

“Do Monday lunchtimes and after school Wednesday’s work for you? You will get extra credit if you decide to do this.” Her eyes scorched Y/N. She was clearly determined to help Jeff out.

“Yeah that works. Thank you, Mrs Reed.” Y/N smiled before leaving the classroom.

How on earth was she going to tutor Jeff Atkins in psychology?

a thing i’m thinking about today:

harry potter, aged 23, visiting teddy and andromeda for his normal weekly cup of tea and w/e, and andromeda is in the kitchen and teddy’s run upstairs to fetch harry the latest game he’s obsessed with, and harry notices a leatherbound photo album half-sticking out of the bookshelf in the living room that he’s never seen before, and sort of idly takes it down, and it’s full of photos of the malfoys

photos of narcissa: standing stiffly next to andromeda, the two of them not touching, looking very dubious, and teddy’s ruffled head in the bottom left corner of the picture as he tries uselessly to leap up and wave; sitting very still in a high-backed armchair looking quietly pleased and possessive with teddy six months old and asleep in the crook of her arm; frowning intensely as she pushes rune cards towards a blithely chattering 3 year old teddy.

but most of the photos are of draco. draco asleep on the sofa with teddy curled up and asleep on his chest – there are deep grey circles under draco’s eyes and he’s waxy pale with exhaustion even in sleep, and teddy can’t be more than a couple of months old. draco looking horrified and holding a squirming pudgy teddy at arms length as teddy gleefully spits up what looks like some of his first solids on draco’s crisp white shirt. draco reading a copy of the daily prophet with a 2001 date while teddy crawls up over his back and hangs off around draco’s neck and blows spitballs in his ear. draco and teddy posed solemnly in andromeda’s back garden, draco straddling a broom, teddy next to him and almost beside himself with excitement on the toy broom harry got him for his fourth birthday. draco and teddy playing exploding snap. draco walking in a park next to andromeda with a fast asleep four year old teddy scooped up easily in his arms, snoring on his shoulder. draco in dark jeans and a soft, worn thin looking t-shirt laughing up at the camera while teddy advances on him with hands covered in brightly coloured paint.

harry had no idea narcissa and andromeda were in touch, let alone draco. when he hears teddy thundering back downstairs, he quietly closes the book and replaces it in the cupboard. it doesn’t have to mean anything. he testified at both of the malfoys’ trials. he doesn’t care about them anymore. he’s not even angry.

only that monday at the ministry, when he’s heading for auror hq, draco malfoy wanders past in his buttoned up formal robes clasped tight around his neck, frowning and haughty as ever over a file, shooting harry a swift venomous look as is his habit, and harry’s heart suddenly kicks into high gear.

Onsra ─ 5

Originally posted by bloody--cherry


Pairing: Jungkook x reader | Jimin x reader
Genre: angst, fluff
WARNINGS: Infidelity, brief mentions of alcohol/drinking
Word count: 2.8k

Summary: While reminiscing in your most meaningful memories, you come to a decision made from what you knew you couldn’t handle the most ─ their love

OnsraLoving for the last time; that bittersweet feeling you get when you know a love won’t last.

“We should have a child,” Jimin hummed gently, his head resting over your shoulder. You both were sitting on the couch under a big, shared blanket absentmindedly watching whatever was playing on TV.

“Sure,” You strum your fingers along his forehead, your engagement ring glimmering, “After we’re married,” Flicking the smooth surface, causing Jimin to yelp and lift his head. You giggle at the annoyed frown on his face, “Don’t make that kind of face, it’ll give you wrinkles!”

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Summer Night

Another hot night. Saturday, a little after 11pm. The kids have been asleep for more than an hour. The cull-de-sac is having its usual weekend gathering. Laying on the bed I can hear them through the open windows. I have to call the heat guy on Monday to find out why the A/C isn’t working. Laying on my back in my underwear staring at the fan on high that is just taking the edge off I think about the things we have to do tomorrow. I hear the shower turn off and the curtain pull back. Just a couple minutes later she steps into the room wearing only a small towel not quite big enough to close all the way. After walking across the room she has her back to me while she’s doing something at the dresser. I have no idea what she’s doing because all I can focus on is her. Her hair is wet hanging over the top of her shoulders. A few drops of water make their way down her bare back. The towel is starting to sag letting the drops flow all the way down to the top of her ass. She doesn’t even notice, concentrating on what ever it is she’s doing over there. She pulls the towel tighter and turns around to see me looking at her.
“What?” She smiles with a bit of confusion in her eyes.
“Nothing. Just looking at you.”
“I have to. It’s out of my control. Like a moth to a beautiful flame.”
She rolls her eyes at me and tells me to shut up, but my eyes don’t leave her. She looks at me, a little uncomfortable at my gaze. She dips with her knees, tilts her head, and gives me a quick flash of her right breast.
“Ooo la la.”
“You like that, do ya?”
“Very much so.”
A quick flash of the left one.
She laughs a small, embarrassed, school girl laugh. I smile at her and motion her over with the curl of a single finger. She takes a couple steps until her legs touch the end of the bed. Gripping the towel with her left hand she gives my toe a playful squeeze with her right. She lets the towel slip away and looks me in the eye. She starts to come up onto the bed. I put my hand up. “Wait.” She stands up straight again. My gaze follows every curve down her body. Down her shoulders, wet with the water from her hair. Over her ample breasts, silky smooth creamy white skin. The fan must be giving her a chill. Her nipples are big and hard. They stand out as if reaching for me. Down to her stomach where goose bumps are rising then a small shutter. My eyes continue and find her legs pressed tightly together. As I stare at her beauty she reaches across herself and loosely, lightly drags her fingers over her hip, through her pubic hair, and up her stomach. I track her hand as it climbs her body. She starts to sway I bit while she displays herself to me. Maybe she’s starting to believe that she might just possibly be as beautiful as I know her to be. I watch her hands for a moment, OK, maybe two, while they squeeze her tits and trace her nipples. Then, finally, I look back up to those beautiful blues.
I smile at her and give a faint nod. She leans forward reaching up my body. Her breasts lightly brushing my legs as her fingers work into the elastic of my underwear. As she pulls them down my erection springs out. She drops them on the floor and begins her climb towards my longing expression. She pauses, looking at my hard cock, then looks up at me. Continuing to my face she grins and kisses me. My hands are all over her. They find her back, her shoulders, her ass, then the back of her head. The kisses move to my neck, then my shoulder. Her mouth works its way back down my chest. Lips and tongue taking turns finding skin and nipples. She goes lower on me until my dick throbs in front of her face. Her fingers wrap around it and she begins a hand job using the techniques she learned in the online porn she thinks I don’t know she watches. Oh, she is a good student. She feels amazing. She takes her eyes off of it to look at me as she wets her lips with her sensual tongue. Then drops her head and licks the tip of my dick before nearly swallowing the whole thing. She pulls back up and sucks on the head as if it were a lollipop, sucking as she pulls the head out of her mouth then putting the whole thing back in….3….4….5 times. She drops her head back down plunging me into her mouth again then bobs, sliding up and down the shaft. Her jaw open, her cheeks bulging from my cock filling her mouth.
Keeping me buried in her mouth, pivoting on my cock, her knees begin to walk up the side of the bed to my head. After turning all the way around she lifts her leg and straddles my face. Settling in on me I bring my hands up and around her hips. I spread her open. Looking into her holes an uncontrollable moan escapes me. A groan of fulfilled desire and expectant ecstasy. Tilting my head forward I slide my tongue along her lips. Pushing it between them it sinks into her waiting pussy. Oh, I’ve missed that incredible taste. The tangy inviting wetness. I almost loose my focus because what she’s doing to my dick feels so good. Almost. My fingers crawl deeper pulling at her, exposing that sensitive nub. My tongue goes flat and wide covering her pussy as I slowly pull it up reaching her clit. I begin to circle it with the tip of my tongue. Then close my lips on it sucking it into my mouth. I hear the moans coming from her, muffled and longing. Her hips writhing with the caress of my tongue along her pink invitation.
She pulls her head up, out of breath. She looks back at me as she licks her lips, watching my mouth envelope her pussy. Then raising herself from me, she slowly crawls down my body. I see the glisten on her pussy and the sway of her ass as she crawls slowly further down the bed. She makes it half way down my body and stands up on her knees still with her back to me. Between her legs I see her hand reach down grabbing my cock and raising it straight up. She lowers herself onto me sliding my manhood into her. As she sits all the way down on me a moan made rough with a groan like you would hear from a starving person tearing into a feast pushes from her. I echo her groan as she sinks me into that wet fire. As she moves like she’s riding a horse in slow motion her hands make their way to her head, running her fingers through and grabbing at her hair, moaning over and over. They slide down her face, her neck, her shoulders. My fingers run down her back to her ass as her hands push and squeeze her tits. One stays there while she licks two fingers on the other so she can begin rubbing her clit. She rubs herself up and down, back and forth , faster as her moans become higher pitched.
We’re loud. We know the neighbors hear us outside our open windows. Let them. Let their imaginations run. Maybe they can use those thoughts later tonight in their own bedrooms.
Her legs begin to tighten on me. My hands follow her galloping hips. I hear her.
“Oh. Oh god. Oh. Oh. I’m about to cum.”
Good. I don’t think I can hold out any longer. Her hands grab my thighs and clamp down while her thrusts become sharp and quick. She stops moving. I’m not even sure she’s breathing right now. I do know her nails are dug into my legs and both of us want to finish strong. I start lifting her by her hips and shoving hard into her. She’s shaking now from the intensity of her orgasim. At the same time I explode inside of her. A few final twitches and she falls to the bed. We lay there panting. Fully expended.

Monday Morning Insp to all my Sugar Sisters

Let’s be honest. You decided you needed a sugar daddy for x,y, and z reasons. You were on a sliding scale of desperation. You’ve always been told you were the greatest at a,b, or c. Now you’re on sites/meeting POTs doing what Tumblr, blogs, forums, and the internet told you.

Let me guess. It’s not working? I’ll give you a little insight.

*The Internet Shows The Outlier Success Stories. Why? Because those get the most clicks. Think of it like Instagram, what looks the best gets the most likes, is it always the best? (;

*WHAT WORKS FOR SOMEONE ELSE WILL LIKELY NOT WORK FOR YOU. You have to hone your craft. Find your talents. And market them. You are a saleswoman now and your product is yourself. If you’re boring, can’t dress well, can’t hold a conversation??? WTF. It’s 2017, there’s an app, self-help, YouTube channel for that. I’m not gorgeous, but my makeup/hair/dress takes me from a 6.5 to a damn 8.

*Ill call this “luck” OR “member of society’s beauty standards” card; depending on how socially conscious you are (;. Some of us have to work harder. In any avenue of life. Women of color, men, plus size, ugly, and so on. Life ain’t a fucking fairytale. You want to be a sex worker? Then work your ass off. Who cares if you’re working harder than Becky? Just make Becky money!

*Stop believing everything you see on the internet. I read blogs and I’m like this is unrealistic. Or in the chance it did happen, it’s like 1 in a billion chance of happening again. ***this is especially true for my fellow WoC. Your posts may not be like other sugar babies. Who gives a shit?

Make that 💸💸

I’m true to myself, at all times. If you want straight up brutal honesty, with a side of the driest humor known to mankind? I’m ya shawty.

yours truly,
cherry 🍒

Staying home alone every weekend is starting to get old.

Not really sure why I look forward to weekends when all I do is end up alone at my apartment.

I feel like people think I’m exaggerating when I say that I don’t leave my apartment.

It’s not an exaggeration.

I come home on Friday from work and don’t leave my apartment until Monday for work.

I try to hang out with people but all of my old friends have either A) moved, B) are married, C) have a kid or kids, or D) are busy.

If anyone has any suggestions I’m game.
Being alone is not always super fun. 👍🏻

Lucky coincidence

Main characters: Padalecki family, Jensen Ackles and the reader.

Words: 844

Summary: The love story that Jared and Genevieve lived was awesome. Would that happen again?

A/N: This one shot is for the second week of @one-shots-supernatural ‘s challenge. Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! And thank you @kbrand0 because nothing of this would be possible without you!

Prompt: “I know! Isn’t it great?” 

Tags: @spnwriting1 @blacktithe7 @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @msscandalous @cassjoream and @effie-w (If you wanna be added to this list or removed from it let me know!)

Originally posted by dailygenpad

Originally posted by poorbeautifuldean

“I’m back!” announced Jared after opening the door and throwing his luggage into the floor. He ran to the living room where his wife and children were playing before they had time to go and say hi to him.

“Daddy!” shouted Tom and Shep when they saw him crossing the door frame.

“Hi!” he laughed taking both kids in his arms and joking with them.

“Hey,” greeted Gen already going after his sons and kissing her husband, “how was the flight?”

“Good,” he answered leaving the children on the floor again, “I have to tell you something awesome”.

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Fanart Monday!

Another week of precious fanart!

I can’t believe I got fanarts for the stick. I just can’t believe it.

And yeah, sorry if your fanart is not posted here! I can only remember to post those that go to my submission box, and even I don’t see all of them, it seems! Tumblr is just a bigoli baby :C

Fanart of the week by: @mango-dolphin (HOLY COW THE STICK IS IN HEAVEN NOW)

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