work must be done

I have come to the conclusion that Taliesin Jaffe is a concept as much as he is a person and once one grasps the concept of Taliesin Jaffe, one cannot be shocked by anything the person of Taliesin Jaffe says or does. Not that I could attempt to explain either the concept or the person to anyone else…

Because honestly, if Matt pulled half the shit that Taliesin managed in this last episode, the levels of “WTF, MATT??????” would be phenomenal.

But it was Taliesin. And so, I just… I laughed so much???

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HELLO! XENVITA HERE!

I’M HOSTING A FUN ACTIVITY FOR THE NINJAGO COMMUNITY CALLED ‘‘NINJAGO FASHION’’!

For this month November 2017, anyone can participate by making an artwork, cosplay, toys etc. each day that follows the theme that’s listed. Similar like Inktober! The rules is simple, everything must be safe for work & can be done with any character(s) that’s in the Ninjago universe! Also, share your works by tagging #NinjagoFashion2017 !

Most importantly, please be civilize & no need to push yourself when you’re unable to do it at some point!

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask me!

HAVE FUN!

This activity is hosted on Twitter & Tumblr.

anonymous asked:

Tell us about Sleipnir (is that how it's spelled?) the eight legged horse.

OH MAN THIS ONE

One of the most (in)famous of Loki’s shenanigans.

So. Shortly after the construction of Asgard, the gods were going about their business when a stranger arrived at their gates. He offered his services to construct a wall for them around Asgard, one that would never fall. He swore that he would do this in a mere three seasons, which seemed impossible, and as payment for his services he wanted the hand of Freyja, the beautiful, in marriage, as well as the sun and the moon.

The gods went into a huddle at this to discuss things.

“Fuck this guy.” Announced Freyja. “In the metaphorical sense, not the literal. I’m not marrying him.”

“Anyway, yeah, this is a scam.” Odin said. “I know a scam when I see a scam, and this is definitely a scam, and you know what we do to people who try to scam us.”

“COUNTER SCAM!”

“What the fuck you two, Loki, shut the hell up, that isn’t what he…”

“Exactly, thank you Loki. We counter scam them. Here’s the plan.”

*Some time later*

“Fine. Fine. I’m in. But know that if he pulls it off, I will kill both of you. Slowly. And use your skulls as food dishes for my cats. And also kill him on the wedding night.”

“Noted, Freyja.”

So the gods returned to the craftsman and agreed, with a condition; he would only have one season to complete the work, and it must be done without any aid save that of his horse.

“Deal.” He agreed immediately. “But you’ve all gotta swear a binding oath that you will keep your word.”

The myth does not specify that he was, specifically, eyeballing Loki and Odin at that part, so I am forced to assume that he was.

The gods all do. The craftsman gets straight to work, and the wall begins going up at an impressive pace. As Freyja’s scowl deepened, it was noticed that the man’s mighty stallion, Svadilfari, was doing most of the work, hauling stones larger than any normal horse could shift and never seeming to tire.

“It’s fine!!!” A sweating Loki assures a glowering Freyja. “Just fine! The horse will tire, he won’t finish it!”

But winter wears on, the wall grows, and it’s soon clear that the horse will not tire, and the man will indeed complete his work. Freyja has taken to making throat-cutting gestures at both Odin and Loki whenever she sees them.

Three days from the end of winter, and only the final layer of stones for the gates need to be laid. I picture here Odin and Loki watching the mason pack up his tools and horse for the evening and ride off, secure in the knowledge that he will soon wed Freyja and take the sun and moon.

“He could do it.” Loki squints up at the wall.

“Yep.” Says Odin, sipping mead.

“He’s a frost giant, isn’t he?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Got this won, he has.” Loki nods, sipping his own mead.

“Oh, yes.”

“Freyja cornered me today and threatened to feed my balls to her cats.”

“She’s going to use my remaining eye as a necklace too, apparently.”

“She’d make it painful, too.”

“Yep.” Odin refills both their ale horns with mead. “Because, of course, there is no one in Asgard who would, in this situation…how did you put it the other day?”

“Cheat like a motherfucker.”

“Yes, that’s it. No one at all.”

“I’ve got a plan.”

A grin from the Old Bastard, a sort of half smirking wolfish grin. “I knew you would.”

They then clink mean horns and cackle like hyenas for a full minute and a half.

The next day, the mason arrives for his work and begins cutting more stones as his stallion grazes. As he works, a pretty young mare prances out of the woods, tossing her mane and tail and giving Svadilfari come-hither glances.

Svadilfari sniffs, decides in .000000003 seconds that a young mare in season is infinitely more interesting than hauling rocks, and takes off after her. The mare dashes ahead of him, staying juuuuuuust out of reach as the giant swore and cursed back by the sledge.

The mare, of course, is Loki. He leads Svadilfari a merry chase, but is still Loki, and allows herself to be caught eventually. Loki and Svadilfari proceed to have a grand few days in a nice clearing in the woods, far from Asgard and Svadilfari’s master.

Meanwhile, the three days come and go. The giant tries his hardest, but cannot finish the wall without Svadilfari. At last the sun sets on the end of the season, and the wall remains unfinished. He has not completed his task, and Freyja and the sun and moon are lost to him.

“YOU CHEATED!!!” He presumably yelled, swelling to giant size and revealing himself as a frost giant at last.

“I didn’t do a single thing,” Says the Allfather, which to be fair is technically true. "Go from this place. You have lost.“

The enraged giant did not. Therefore, he was paid, instead of his wages, a blow of Thor’s hammer to the head, which shattered his skull and killed him on the spot.

Loki did not return for many months, though there were sightings in the forest of a pretty mare with an eight legged foal on occasion. Finally, Loki reappeared at the gates of Asgard with a weanling foal in tow. The foal had eight legs, and followed Loki as a young horse will its mother. The gods all, presumably, gave each other Significant Looks at this.

Loki took the foal before Odin, who also presumably raised an eyebrow.

“You know, you didn’t have to do it that way, but good job.”

“Hey I didn’t question the whole tie yourself to a tree thing, you don’t question my methods. Also, this is Sleipnir. Sleipnir, this is Uncle Odin. You stick with him and be a good boy, okay? Remember, mommy loves you and will come to visit but you’re a big boy now and I need to get back to my other interests.”

And that is how Odin obtained Sleipnir, the eight legged steed that carries him through the realms.

#TuesdayTruth

7 Powerful Ways To Heal Yourself

The healing journey requires us to go deep within ourselves and sit with the uncomfortable feelings, memories and insecurities we’re still holding on to - this is the inner work that must be done for us to be able to move forward.

1. Meditation - complete presence. Making time to be present with ourselves and become the observer of our thoughts reveals what is dominating our minds. This helps us heal as it explains why we feel the way we do because the reality we experience is based on the dominant thoughts in our minds.

2. Nature - recalibrating our frequency. Spending time in nature can help us to cleanse ourselves of the energy we pick up from other people and technology - which can distort our natural frequency. This is why we feel calmer and find it easier to think when we are surrounded by trees - there are no distractions.

3. Reflections - seeing ourselves in others. Regardless of what has been done to us we can heal the resentment we hold toward others by seeing them as a reflection of ourselves. Once we see that there is no separation we can forgive ourselves for holding onto feelings that don’t serve us.

4. Introspection - looking within. This is different to meditation, during introspection we are looking for the answers to our most important questions such as “why do I feel this way?”. To be able to answer these questions we have to be honest with ourselves and look past the egoic responses such as “he did this” and “she did that”.

5. Peace - making peace with the past. For us to be able to move forward with purpose we need to be able to make peace with whatever has happened in the past. This means sitting in silence, reflecting on the experiences and accepting them as part of us rather than seeking out distractions such as drugs, sex, video games and TV to take our minds off them.

6. Silence - hearing the inner voice. Being present with ourselves in total silence allows us to tune into the voice within and hear our heart’s true desires. We cannot hope to do this if we are constantly filling the mind with music, conversations and noise from the outside world, which is part of the reason why we become so disconnected from ourselves.

7. Creativity - expression of the soul. Through expressing ourselves creatively we can release trapped emotions that are causing us emotional discomfort. We can paint, sing, dance, cook or play an instrument to help release the energy that has been trapped within. We can better understand ourselves by reflecting on what we’ve created and asking ourselves “what does this say about me?”.

The healing journey starts by going within.

Peace & positive vibes.

Yongguk\Reader\Namjoon | So, You Don’t Love Her? (M)

Originally posted by missbaptan

Originally posted by rapnamu

Request: Namjoon + reader + yongguk daddy kink smut??

Genre: smut. daddy kink. poly!relationship. the tinest itty bitty pinch of angst, i can’t stress the smallness more.

Warning: dirty talk. overstimulation. oral. praise kink. orgasm fixation.
Length: 4.5k

Summary: After meeting Namjoon and Yongguk and being proposed to join a poly relationship with them, you all started a happy life.

(not proofread)


Namjoon was a cold man. Not in a cruel way, just in the way that he didn’t like to let his emotions show. He was only 22 but he was wildly successful. He had a head position at the company he worked at.

The thing about Namjoon is, he likes control. Everything must be done the way he wants, and he expects his rules to be followed. He was a tickler for rules and order. He plans everything out and gets it done.

Yongguk is the clear opposite. He was a warm man with a gummy smile that lit up the room. He was the oldest of the three of you, 27. He was a mechanic, well he owned the shop, so he often came home a mess. His curly hair matted to his face from sweat, and blotches of grease and oil on his clothes and skin.

Yongguk was a free spirit. He was spontaneous, often going out in the middle of the night for a random food run. He was a soft, kind man. He never lost his temper and he was always gentle to those he loved.

And then there’s you. The girl who has both these men wrapped around your finger.

-

You had met Namjoon first. You two met in a coffee shop in the winter time. He had been sitting in the corner, working on his laptop. His blonde hair had been pushed back off his forehead, showing the deep furrow in his brows. He had been gnawing on his lip in concentration. He was incredibly handsome.

You had just gotten your hair done that day and were feeling confident, so you approached him. He had greeted you with a brow raised, leaning back in his seat with his hands folded over his stomach.

“What can I help you with, darling?” He had asked in a smooth voice. It had sent shivers down your spine. You quickly lost your confidence and began to flounder.

He had smirked, “Have a seat then.”

So, you did. And the two of you hit it off quickly. You talked for a while, drinking your coffees and enjoying each other company. By the end, you had exchanged numbers and began meeting casually.

-

It wasn’t long afterwards that you met Yongguk. Your car had been having troubles so you had been advised to take it in to the local mechanic’s shop, a suggestion by Namjoon himself. The one Bang Yongguk worked in. What a dream meeting.

He had come out from the back, a ratty wife-beater on his slender frame that was grease stains all over it. A large chest tattoo was on full display along with various arm tattoos. He came to the reception desk, wiping his hands off on a rag.

“Hey sweetheart, something I can help with?” His voice was so deep it shocked you. He looked at you, breaking out into a kind, gummy smile. God, he was beautiful.

“U-Um…yeah…my car’s been making a rattling noise for the past week…I was advised to come get it checked…” You said, your voice had trailed off as he lifted his wife-beater to wipe the sweat off his face. It revealed his toned abdomen and left a smudge of grease on his face.

“Sure honey, let me get some forms for you to fill out.”

He had checked out your car and given the proper care. As you were leaving, he had suddenly asked you on a date. You had quickly agreed.

-

It was only a couple months later that you found out the two of them were actually friends. At first you had been embarrassed about having been caught chatting with two men. But they assured you that there was nothing wrong with it.

“You’re a beautiful single woman, ____.” Yongguk had said, a shy smile on his face.

“We don’t mind if you see us both, darling.” Namjoon had added after taking a sip of some expensive champagne.

After seeing them both for a while, they had suddenly sat you down.

“_____, there’s something we should tell you.” He took off a pair of glasses he was wearing and placed them on the table, before folding his hands in front of him. He always looked like he was in a business meeting, not that you complained because he looked sexy as hell doing it.

Yongguk on the other hand, was lounging back in the seat drinking a coke. His chocolate eyes darted between the two of you.

“What is it?” You asked, frowning.

“Yongguk and I have a…proposition for you. Something that would surely benefit all three of us.” Namjoon liked to draw things out. He took forever to get to the point.

You guessed Yongguk got tired of it too because he blurted out, “What do you think about polyamory?”

Namjoon heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Have you no finesse, Yongguk?”

The tattooed man had only giggled as he sipped his coke.

“Polyamory? You mean having multiple partners?” You asked, earning a nod from Namjoon. Yongguk had almost finished his coke by now, never even putting the cup down.

“You see, ____, Yongguk and I have an agreement. We both willingly share a woman if she consents to it. And since we both like you a considerable amount, we figured we should ask what you think. I know you like both of us too, that’s what we were hoping for.”  He took a soft breath, glancing at Yongguk. “We both completely understand if you want no part of this, a lot of people find this…arrangement…to be rather strange.”

Yongguk, finishing his drink and putting his cup down, spoke up again. “We just need a yes or no from you, sweetheart.”

“But we won’t rush you. Take all the time you need to think about this. Research it if you must, or contact us if you have any questions about it.”

“Joon, why do you have to make everything sound like you’re closing a business deal?”

“I am a business man.”

“But ____ isn’t a business partner!”

“Are you really going to argue with me on this Yongguk?”

You giggled, their bickering always made you laugh. Mostly because of the opposite dynamic between the two of them.

“I will think about it, guys.” You had assured.

-

And it took about 2 weeks before you had contacted Namjoon to tell him you wanted to meet again to give them your answer.

You three met at a fancy restaurant. Yongguk was there first and you sat down with him while you both waiting for Namjoon to show up.

“Whatever your answer is, _____, I just want you to know that both of us have really enjoyed having you around. It’s…been a while since our last relationship. We’ve both been hoping that we’d meet someone.” Yongguk was speaking seriously, looking out the window. Probably looking for Namjoon’s car.

“How long’s it been?” You asked, watching him purse his lips at the question.

“Eh…I’d say 2 and a half years.” He mumbled. “It didn’t end well last time. The girl we were with…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.” Suddenly, his eyes widened. “B-But he’s over her now. I- We both are, I mean. W-We wouldn’t be asking you to do this if we weren’t you know-“

You gigged, about to assure the man when Namjoon approached to table with a sigh.

“Meeting took longer than expected, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. We were just having a nice talk.” You smiled, watching him discard his blazer and put it on the back of the chair beside him.

“So, I don’t think there’s any point in postponing it. What’s your answer, ____?”

“Joon! Be more gentle about it! You’ll scare her off if you keep up this cold-guy façade!”

“It’s not a façade.”

“You- “

“I agree to it.” You giggled out before they could begin bickering more.

“You do?” Yongguk asked, a big guy smile spreading across his face.

You nodded, your hair bouncing around your face as Yongguk heaved a sigh of relief.

“Waiter, a bottle of your finest champagne please!” Namjoon bustled, with a smile on his face that showed off his dimples.

-

A year passed. The relationship between the two of you was going smoothly. You had moved in with them, as it turned out they had been living together for years. Both men had opened their door to you with open arms. You all quickly fell into a routine.

Yongguk left in the morning at 5 to open up shop and get everything ready for the day. Then Namjoon left at 9 to get to the office. You stayed home, doing some house work and spending the day cooking for both men for when they got home.

At the beginning of the relationship you tried to convince them to let you keep your job waitressing, and they did. Until they realized how run down you had become. Then they began to raise their protests. But when you came home crying because of a rude customer and your boss screaming at you for how you responded, they officially told you to quit.

You felt bad because you didn’t want to depend on them like that, but they assured you they both made enough money. And they said if you managed to find another job that wasn’t waitressing, to go for it. But you didn’t, so you’ve remained like this.

You couldn’t complain, it was a nice way to spend your days.

Unfortunately, during your time alone at the apartment one day, you got a visitor. You had been washing the dishes when the doorbell rang. Heaving a sigh, you wiped your hands off on a rag while walking to the door to answer.

When you opened the door, there was a girl there. She was probably a little older than you. Her brown hair was curled and fell around her shoulders, her lips were painted red and she wore an expensive pair of sunglasses. Judging by her Gucci purse, you could only assume the skin tight red dress and 6 inch black heels she wore were also designer.

When she heard the door open, she smiled brightly only to see it was you and the smile faded.

“Oh…who are you? Where are Joon and Guk?” Her voice held some degree of malice.

Joon and Guk? They must be close. You thought.

“They’re not home yet. Yongguk should be home in about 15 minutes.”

“Oh, I know when he’ll be home honey.” She said, eying you up and down. “I guess I’ll come back another day. What a pain.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a sigh.

“I can take your name and give it to them if you’d like.”

She furrowed her brows and spoke again. “Who are you anyway? A house sitter?”

You chuckled. “Ah, no. I’m their…uh…roommate.”

“I see. Anyway, don’t bother telling them I was here I’ll just come by again when one of them’s home.”

With that, she turned around and clicked her way down the hallway. The oven timer started going off so you shut the door and hurried over to get the food out.

Right on time, Yongguk strode through the door with a loud greeting.

“Dinner ready, babygirl? Joon should be home soon, he called to say he needed to pick up some wine or something, you know him.”

“Yeah, it’s ready. You can start eating if you’d like.” You didn’t bother telling him about the visitor, as she told you not too. To be honest, you didn’t really care enough.

“Nah, I’ll wait.”

And Namjoon came home with two bottles of wine, sat down for dinner with you two. You stayed up together for a little while before you all headed to bed.

To be honest, you completely forgot about the female visitor until she showed up again on a Sunday a month and a half later.

This time she was wearing a babypink graphic tee over a pair of ripped jeans and a pair of nude heels. Her brown hair was up and she didn’t have any sunglasses on. She was…incredibly beautiful. Model material.

“Oh, you again. They home?” She asked, forsaking a greeting.

“Um…Yongguk is.” You said.

“Cool,” you sputtered in surprise as she barged her way into the house. “Gukkie, baby!”

Baby?

Yongguk came wandering out of the bedroom with a confused look on his face but it changed into a glare. You’d never seen such a nasty look on that man’s face.

“Keiko…” He clicked his jaw in annoyance. “The fuck are you doing here?”

“Don’t act like that, baby. I came to talk to you and Joonie. I want to explain everythi-“ Yongguk held up his hand.

“Save it, Keiko. Neither of us care anymore.”

“Well obviously you do, or else you wouldn’t look so angry with me.”

“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry that you have the balls to show up here after what you did.” Yongguk stormed through the living room towards the door. “I suggest you leave before Namjoon gets here.”

“No, I’m going to wait for him. We both know he’s always been the sensible one.”

There was a pregnant pause that Yongguk took to glare a hole through the girl.

“Um…what’s going on?” You asked softly, drawing their attention to you.

She was about to say something when the door opened, bumping Yongguks shoulder.

“Shit, sorry.” Namjoon said, patting his shoulder before shutting the door. He hadn’t noticed Keiko’s presence yet. But when he did, he straightened up.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Keiko?” He repeated the same thing Yongguk did earlier. “Get the fuck out of this house right now or I’ll throw you out myself.”

“Joonie, baby…”

“Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege years ago. To show up here isn’t only stupid but disrespectful.” He seethed.

“Disrespectful?” The other girl ground out. “To who! I’m just trying to fix things.”

“To me and Yongguk and most importantly _____.” He shouted, gesturing angrily to you, making you jump.

“It’s been 3 and half years since you cheated on us Keiko. We’ve moved on. We have _____ now.” Yongguk said, pulling you against his side.

“We don’t need you. We don’t want you, Keiko.” Namjoon snarled, getting into her face. “Leave.”

Keiko scoffed, her eyes tearing up. You didn’t know if it was in humiliation or if she was really upset she lost them. Either way, she stormed out of the house and slammed the door, making you jump.

“What the heck was that about…?” You whispered.

“Who the fuck cares.” Namjoon snarled before storming out of the living room to his office.

Yongguk sighed, wandering to the couch to sit down.

“Guk, what-“

“I don’t want talk about it _____.”

“But-“

“No, _____. Drop it.” Yongguk hissed, before he too disappeared. This time to the bedroom.

You sighed, sinking into the spot Yongguk just vacated.

-

You huffed softly, sitting on the couch watching an old drama rerun. Things have been tense in the house since Keiko came around to stir the pot. Namjoon’s barely been home, picking up extra hours at the office to avoid the house. And Yongguk has been angrier, losing his temper on the smallest shit.

You’d basically been walking on eggshells, and quite frankly you were growing tired of it.

Yongguk was holed away in the bedroom, doing god knows what.

Probably sulking you mused.

It was 11:45 before Namjoon strode through the door. He looked a mess. His tie was pulled down and his hair was everywhere like he had been messing with it all day. And moreso, he smelled like he’d been drinking.

That wasn’t unusual, but he never drank to get drunk.

“What are you doing up?” He snapped, throwing his blazer on a coat hook.

“Just…can’t sleep…” You mumbled, careful not to say something to piss him off.

“Well go to bed. I don’t want you up.”

You scoffed, “That’s a bit rude.”

“Don’t test me _____.” He growled.

“What’s going on with you Namjoon?” You ground out. “You’ve been acting like this ever since Keiko came. You and Yongguk. Why are you both doing this?” Your voice had slowly risen throughout your questioning. You could hear Yongguk open the bedroom door, signaling he was joining the scene.

“Don’t talk to me like that _____. Watch your mouth.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop the act Namjoon. You’re the one acting like an asshole. You and Yongguk. I get you’re both upset about her showing up, but I don’t deserve to be treated like this! Why are you even so bothered by this, she cheated on you! She doesn’t deserve you acting so upset over this!”

“Don’t you think I fucking know that, _____?!” Namjoon shouted, getting into your face. “And don’t you fucking talk about her like that.”

Yongguk was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall watching it all unfold.

“What, are you still in love with her? Is that what the problem is?” You whispered.

You watched Namjoon still and swallow sharply, obviously hesitating. “I’m going to shower.” Is all he said before he stormed to the bathroom.

You scoffed in disbelief, sitting back down as you felt the sting of tears.

“Don’t mind that, sweetheart. I’ll talk to him.” Yongguks baritone reverberated through the room before he left you alone with your thoughts.

“…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.”

Yongguks words passed through your mind.

Did Keiko showing back up make Namjoon’s feelings come back?

You decided to sleep on the couch that night. You couldn’t stomach sleeping with them after what just happened. You fell asleep watching nighttime television and holding in your tears.

A few days passed before they finally sat you down to talk to you about it all.

“I know if you’re angry with us _____, I completely understand…” Namjoon mumbled, dropping his face into his hands. You kept your eyes on Yongguk who sat across from you in the arm chair, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Why’d you behave like that?” You asked, biting your lip to stop the quiver in your voice from showing too much.

Namjoon sighed. “_____, it’s complicated.”

“No, it’s not Namjoon.” Yongguk grumbled.

“I was just…hurt I guess.” Namjoon whispered, looking up at you. “Being cheated on after devoting yourself to a relationship like that…I was so hurt afterwards. I didn’t have to deal with her all this time. Then she just showed up acting like we were the ones who wanted her. Like we would wait for her after what she did? It pissed me off so much. I just…took it out on you. On both of you.”

“Dumbass.” Yongguk grumbled.

Namjoon chuckled. “I know…____…don’t you have anything to say?”

You sighed. “I guess I can understand that, Namjoon…”

“Atta girl.” Yongguk praised. “Now, what do you say we take this to the bedroom for some passionate, hot make-up sex?”

“Real subtle Guk.”

“I am who I am, Joon.”

“You’re a joke.”

“Tell me that while ____ choking on my dick.”

-

Your bare back hit the bed, making you bounce slightly. In an instant, Namjoon was over you with his lips attached to your neck. He was creating little red marks all over the sensitive skin, drawing tiny whimpers from your lips.

Yongguk, who had shed his shirt, climbed in behind you so you could lean against his lap.

“Joon’s got a treat for you, babygirl.” He ground out, feeling your weight against his hard on in his jeans.

Namjoon’s rough hands spread your legs, exposing your wet pussy to his eyes for the first time in a long while.

“Shit babygirl, look at that…so fucking wet…”

“You want Joonie to eat your little cunt, baby?” Yongguk asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Yes!” You cried out, feeling Namjoon’s breath against your wetness.

“Yes, what baby?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Fuck, that’s it. Call me that again.” Namjoon commanded, you could see him grinding against the bed.

Then, in a flash he was eating your cunt for all he was worth. His tongue slid desperately against your clit, drawing cries from you. He was slurping up every drop you gave him. He was moaning like a madman into your cunt as he tasted you.

“Fuck, that’s it Joon. Does our babygirl taste good? Huh? How’s her cunt taste?”

Namjoon pulled back with a groan to look at Yongguk over your shoulder.

“So fucking good. She’s so fucking sweet.” Namjoon suddenly introduced his fingers, sliding in two slender digits into your gripping pussy. “God, _____, I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”

“Ah, Daddy, that feels suh-so good!” You whined, gripping Yongguk’s biceps behind you, trying to keep yourself grounded while Namjoon dove back in to swirl his tongue around your clit.

“Joonie eating your pussy good baby?” Yongguk asked with a groan, feeling his cock throb in its confinement.

Namjoon’s tongue was a work of magic. His tongue swirling wildly against the pulsing nub of your clit. His fingers sliding in and out of you, kissing your g-spot with every pass, causing your hips to jerk. Yongguk’s hands weren’t idle either, their cupped your breasts and pinched your sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“She’s gonna cum.” Namjoon announced, feeling your cunt hugging his intruding fingers.

“Fuck yeah she is. Cum baby.” Yongguk growled. “Cum for your Daddies.”

Your back arched, your nails sinking into Yongguk’s tan skin. Your cunt convulsed around Namjoon’s fingers and his tongue continued to swirl around your clit, making your legs shake around his head. Namjoon spent a moment after your orgasm subsided cleaning you up, drinking up every drop of cum you gave him. Then, he slid his fingers out of your and left a fleeting kiss on your clit.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.” Namjoon ground out, discarding his black boxers on the floor somewhere.

Yongguk sat behind you, the picture of self-control, lightly petting your hair as your body continued to lightly tremble from the force of your orgasm.

“Fuck, look at that pretty little cunt, Guk.”

“So pink and wet…” Yongguk rasped, licking his lips as his fingers trailed down your body to lightly pet your pulsing heat. He spread your lips open with his fingers, letting Namjoon watch as a drop of your cum dripped out, making the younger man groan.

“That’s it, I need to fuck you babygirl.”

Namjoon pinned your legs open before guiding his cock into your entrance. You both shared a moan of pleasure at the feeling of him stretching your walls. He didn’t pause for a second before pulling out and slamming back into you. Yongguk pinned your hips down to keep you from grinding against Namjoon’s cock.

“You’re so fucking tight around me, Princess.” Namjoon ground out. “I want you to cum again, baby.”

Yongguk took that initiative by using his fingers to attack your clit. The cry you let out caused both men to groan. Namjoon increased his pace, driving his cock into your clutching pussy. It didn’t take long before you are erupting in orgasm again, the last one you had making you sensitive to both men’s touches.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Namjoon gasped out, his hips faltering before driving into you faster. The sound of his hips meeting your skin filled the room. You continued to write underneath Namjoon, desperately trying to dislodge Yongguks fingers from your oversensitive clit that he continued to circle despite your orgasm having passed.

“She’s holding my cock so tight. Keep doing that Guk.” Namjoon encouraged, ignoring your whines of overstimulation.

Suddenly, Namjoon drove his cock into you to the hilt, letting his cum fill you up with a loud groan of your name. His head fell backwards while his body trembled from the force of his orgasm. His cock began to soften inside you before he pulled it out.

“Shit, so fucking good babygirl.” He whispered, panting against your lips as he planted a delicate kiss on them.

Then, he switched places with Yongguk.

You leaned your back against Namjoon’s chest while Yongguk took his place between your legs. He quickly discarded his jeans and boxers, letting his hard cock out.

“Fuck I’m so hard, I’m not gonna last long at all sweetheart.” Yongguk’s strong hands, callused from years of working on cars, pinned your legs together and up against your chest. “Hold her there, Joon.”

Namjoon wrapped his hand around your legs so you couldn’t get out of the position. You whimpered softly, feeling exposed to Yongguk’s gaze as he watched your pussy drip for him.

“Shh babygirl, Daddy’s here.” Namjoon whispered, leaning down to kiss your head.

Without warning, you felt the hot head of Yongguk’s dick against the wet lips of your cunt. Then, he was sliding in and you were crying out. The position allowed him to hammer directly into your g-spot, never failing in making your body twitch at the onslaught of pleasure it offered. His thrusts were a little sloppy, probably because of how desperate he was to cum. But, he would never dare neglect you.

His punishing thrusts were bringing you closer to orgasm, already sensitive to his touches.

“Play with her clit, Joon. Make her cum around my cock.”

Namjoon chuckled at the little squeal you emitted at his soft fingers on your sensitive button. His finger was cupped between your folds, not allowing you to wiggle away from the sensation. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you began to cum.

“Daddy!” You cried out. “Fuck, Daddy! That feels so good.”

“That’s a good girl. Cumming so fucking good for your Daddies. Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Yongguk was letting out raspy moans, keeping a steady pace with his hips, fucking you through the orgasm that flowed through your body making you tremble and tear up with pleasure.

A shock of heat in your pussy made you whimper, loving the feeling of your Daddy’s cum filling you up. Yongguk gave a couple more thrusts, letting his orgasm ride into slight overstimulation, something he loved. After a few trembles, he pulled out and Namjoon dropped your legs, letting them fall to the bed.

“Shit, that was good.” Yongguk sighed, falling to the bed beside you and Namjoon who was lightly petting your hair as you calmed down.

After a moment of silence, you spoke.

“So…you don’t love her?”

Yongguk chuckled and Namjoon groaned.

“No baby. I don’t love her. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You giggled, nuzzling his bare tummy.

“Hey, what about me!” Yongguk whined.

“Who invited you?”

“Hey!”


it’s shit im sorry but ive been working on it for like a week so here it is.

Weekender

Summary:   Jack hates conventions – the crowds, the noise, the forced socialization, but it’s a work thing that must be done. Enter Samwell Hockey Player, Eric Bittle, who attends the convention with a group of friends. Suddenly things begin to look up. Jack and Bitty meet at Falcs Fest. Flirting, shenanigans, and love ensue. 

“Jack, I realize it’s not how you want to spend your weekend,” George said then paused to take a long sip of coffee. “But it is what it is, and everyone has to do it.” She smiled and added, “So suck it up, mister.”

Jack frowned, “Fine. Fine. Everyone else has to attend, too, right? Everyone?”

George leaned back in her chair and nodded, “Yes. Tater, Thirdy, Guy, Marty, Snowy, Poots – everyone. Misery loves company, after all.”

Jack huffed petulantly.

“I’m kidding!” George said with a laugh, “Come on. The Hawks are always bragging about their convention, so we have to make our inaugural one fantastic and have everyone there.”

Jack shrugged and took a pen from George’s desk, he twirled it absentmindedly in his fingers.

“Jack, it’ll be fine, and guess what? You might actually enjoy it. An entire weekend surrounded by adoring fans, eating anything you want, being handed people’s babies, dancing and whatnot?”

Jack got up and pushed his chair in. “Thanks, George.”

George smiled, then took her attention back to her computer, as Jack loomed in her office doorway.

“Yes, Jack?” She asked as she wrote something in an appointment book.

“Do we have to stay at the hotel, too?”

“Up to you, Jack. Do you feel like driving home back and forth early in the morning and late at night? Most of the guys are making a weekend of it and staying there. There’ll be team brunches every morning. We still have a couple rooms available in the block we reserved, so you can stay there if you want.”

Jack frowned again.

George paused and looked at him, “A little fun won’t kill you, Zimmermann.”

Jack nodded, attempted a meager smile and exited George’s office.

“Oh, and Jack?”

“Yes?

"Can I have my pen back?”

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First Dates I

this is my first fic on here! Feel free to read n enjoy!

genre: comedy/angst/light smut? idk, etc

pairing: johnny x reader

word count: 2345

Parts: I II III IV V

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Sherlocked 2017 memories #18: Here’s some things I remembered from the con, that I was there for, but didn’t tell you in my reports: In Claire Pritchard’s meet n greet I asked her what was the idea behind John n Mary’s new look in  S4, which @gosherlocked had asked me to ask if I could. She said that Martin Freeman had come back from filming startup with this new hairdo, which he said he was really happy with it & she agreed that it did suit him. He had a consultation with her about S4 & he asked if he could keep it for John in the new season rather than them cut it, she said that he had really thought about it, it wasn’t just on a whim. She said that she wasn’t too sure about it, and that possibly lots of viewers would think it wasn’t a ‘John’ look, but at the end of the day they can’t push something onto an actor that they’re uncomfortable with, so she talked to Sue about it & they agreed that it was okay to go ahead with & that they could make it work storywise. She said that she’d already discussed with mofftiss during tone meetings that John n Mary should have slightly different looks (though initially only after the birth, but it was changed to beforehand to because of logistics of filming), because they were both moving on in their lives. And then they all agreed that for John especially, he was no longer so dependent on Sherlock, wasn’t living in the bachelor pad of 221b, He’d gotten married, was in this flat that had now had a serious building work done to it which must have cost a lot them of money to do & had a baby very nearly due. Plus he was leaving his army days long behind as well, she said how in S1 he had a Very military cut, which they’d softened somewhat, but was still mostly the same & he could now leave that behind too. So they worked out that there was just about (tho she did make a 'only just’ face at this point) enough time between tarmac & the first s4 scene for his hair to have grown out enough & they went for it. She said how important it was for actors to feel comfortable in what they’re wearing & their hair n make-up to put them at ease for filming.

However Martin did come up to her a week into filming & ask her if she thought he’d made a mistake by asking to have 'the swoop’ hair as he was regretting his choice just a teeny bit. She said that actors do second guess themselves a lot & this is quite like Martin, She assured him that it suited the character & that John & Mary looked good with their new styles together and that it was looking good on camera & she went over everything they’d discussed beforehand & Martin went away feeling satisfied with it. She said it did take more styling to do than the old cut though, especially on outside filming!

With Mary they wanted something longer and less bright blonde in colour, she & Amanda Abbington talked about how the wavy hair would be easier for a new mother to keep up & her hair was still slightly longer from doing Cuffs. So that’s why they went with that style. They should have moved on as a couple, so changes for both suited them. Claire said that she really liked the hair in Mary’s death scenes because it stood out so well against all the blue and darkness in that scene.

Sherlocked 2017 Photos here: (Rupert Graves Talk) (Pt 2) (Pt 3) (Pt 4) (Pt 5) (Pt 6) (Pt 7) (Pt 8) (Pt 9) (Pt 10) (Pt 11) (Pt 12) (Pt 13) (Pt 14) (Pt 15) (Pt 16) (Pt 17) (Pt 18) (Pt 19) (Pt 20) (Pt 21) (Pt 22), Rupert Quotes here: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10), Memories here: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18), (Greg audio clip / translation), (Sherlock wigs) (Hair & Make-up inc new pics), (All Sherlocked posts here)

Welp, after 20 mins fiddling with due date calculators, I’m happy to announce that the baby is due July 29th

((FMM!Fraser Bairn #2, that is))

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

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“Why are you staring at me?” I ask Jay while typing away on my laptop. She had been staring at me since I walked into the office this morning, eyes scanning me up and down as if she was looking for something.

“You haven’t said a word about what happened with Mr Oh yesterday, and your face is so neutral, I can’t tell if it’s good or bad,” she blankly states, her face resting on her hand.

“Oh, so that’s what it was,” I mutter, peering over at her before looking back at my screen. It was obvious that she was dying to know what happened, and I could only begin to imagine what was going through that mind of hers. I was trying hard to keep my face blank so I wouldn’t let her get any ideas. I’ve been told I was obvious in the past, so I was trying to keep myself in check for as long as I could.

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Monday Fic Rec

Hello! Can you believe I almost forgot it was Monday today? I hope everyone has a good rest of the week, here’s some new fics to keep you company:

Paper Houses by Anonymous:

Summary: “Who is that?” He hisses.

Zayn holds up a hand to stop Louis from speaking any further.

The voice on the other end of the phone continues. “Then, he saw a photo of him on Insta with his little sister and brother, and he was so gone, dude. He basically demanded that I find Louis for him! And he’s never demanded anything from me ever !”

“Pshhhh, Louis’ been jerking off to Harry for years–”

Louis dives from his place on the couch to sprawl across Zayn’s desk, snatching the phone up. There are loud noises coming from the other end of the phone as Louis shouts into it. “Who is this? Zayn has no idea what he’s talking about–”

Someone on the other end has begun shouting into the phone at the same time. “I never demanded anything–”

When model Louis Tomlinson admits to having a celebrity crush on a very famous actor in an article in GQ magazine, he has no idea it will lead to anything. He definitely never suspects he will fall so hard and so fast for Harry Styles. When reality begins to interfere, their relationship is put to the test.

Word count: 11,635

This Painted Love by amigogh:

Summary: books hold poetry and plot but sometimes they hold the future and it takes louis and harry a while to flip to the same page. featuring; orange juice and cigarettes and zayn and liam as oblivious idiots and niall who is too wise for them all.

Word count: 45,942

dancing in the dark by clairdeloune:

Summary: Harry takes a deep breath and then slowly lets it out. He lifts his head and meets Louis’ eyes again.

“Do you think they could—” Harry stops, swallows dryly; Louis tilts his head to the side, silently urging him to go on. “Do you think they could forgive that someone, then? At some point?”

Louis just looks at him for a moment, quiet, contemplating. “I think maybe, in some ways, they already have,” he says finally, his voice soft. 

Or: Harry comes out and it brings more than he’s expected.

Word count: 74,709

Tiny, Beautiful Unknowns by offwiththeirheads:

Summary: “If you can make one heap of all your winnings. And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss. And lose, and start again at your beginnings. And never breathe a word about your loss;”

Louis knows hard work and small dreams, empty pockets and debt. He perfects the art of obscurity, paints human chaos, and will never wear his heart on his sleeve.

So when Harry Styles, seemingly pretentious art enthusiast crosses paths with him, Louis feels like he’s being tested.

Word count: 48,935

We’re Not Who We Used To Be by ilikepianos:

Summary: “We’re not who we used to be”, Harry chokes out, furiously trying to blink away the tears that have started to fill his eyes.

Word count: 1,247

‘Cause I’m still drunk (drunk on your love) by larrycaring:

Summary: Person A: I wasn’t that drunk last night.
Person B: You were flirting with Person C last night.
Person A: So? He’s my boyfriend.
Person B: You asked him if he was single
Person B: And cried when he said he wasn’t.

or an AU where Louis is a bit drunk at a party and cries when Harry tells him he is not single. (But little does Drunk Louis know.)

Word count: 3,455

Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You) by rainbowsandgucci (petzawentz):

Summary: Due to unforeseen circumstances, help is needed here at the orchard for the impending apple season. Looking for someone able to start within the next week or two at the most, is willing to do whatever miscellaneous tasks are needed, such as picking & packing apples, running the cash register, and other handy work that may need to be done. Must be good with customers, and able to lift up to 50lbs. Help will be needed until at the least the end of October. Please contact the number found on this page, or come out to the orchard and ask for Harry. All the love xx”

Louis is staying at his Aunt’s farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles.

Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry’s friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn.He also starts to fall in love with Harry.

Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

Word count: 54,605

We’re Both Stubborn (Two Hearts in One Home) by lululawrence:

Summary: The crickets that somehow were still chirping in the chilly October air suddenly sounded louder after Louis went quiet. Harry wasn’t sure what to say in response though, so he let their song remain unbroken.

“I guess I’m just scared ‘cause I don’t know what I’m doing after this,” Louis confessed with a whisper. “Some days, with the way my mom and dad are fighting, the only thing I’m sure of is you.”

Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Louis’ torso and turned into him, ignoring the night sky they were supposed to be observing.

“Doesn’t matter what else is going on, Lou. You’ll always have me. Always.”

Louis nodded and Harry could feel the movement from where he was, and that was enough.

Or the one where Harry and Louis stumble their way through life and their relationship, but at least they’ve got each other.

Word count: 13,418

falling, catching by tsuneni:

Summary: Harry’s jotting down some more notes when he feels a thud on his right shoulder. He doesn’t flinch, thank God, because when he turns his head to the right his suspicions are confirmed. The boy has fallen asleep on Harry’s shoulder.

When Harry lets out the breath he had been holding, the sleeping boy pushes his nose further into the burgundy fabric of Harry’s sweater, and wraps his arm around Harry’s waist.

This boy is going to be the death of him.

Or; the one where Harry likes poems, soft sweaters, old novels, and that one boy in his Romantic Poetry course that keeps falling asleep during lectures.

Word count: 23,777

Heartbeat by crisdrafta:

Summary: “We just fall out of sync sometimes. It happens. We just need to find our frequency again. Try to match our heartbeats again or whatever,” Harry joked.

“Might want to write that down Haz, the next big One Direction single ‘trying to find a heartbeat or whatever.’”

“I just might.”

OR Harry writes “Two ghosts”. It’s about Louis.

Word count: 10,211

Destiel fic recs

I had some time and thought I should give it a try. These are my real favorites, I left out WiPs and the ones I haven’t finished reading. (If you want some more ideas, then here is my bookmark page for spn on AO3)   I’m sure there’s gonna be a few everyone has read, but I couldn’t leave them out.

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Clueless by ChocolateKid  
Five times Sam stayed oblivious and one time he didn’t.

A Different Kind of Magic by K_K_TiBal  
Castiel is a witch that prides himself on his healing spells and Dean is that one customer that keeps coming into his shop with a different illness that needs curing. 

A Thousand Words by K_K_TiBal 
Street artist AU

 Jacob’s Ladder by imogenbynight  
In which Dean develops a crush on a radio DJ who doesn’t know the first thing about the music he’s playing.

Unlit, Unmarked and Forgotten (Roads) by awed_frog 
“Where am I even supposed to go? After everything we survived together, I watched the man I love die. There’s no normal after that.” 11x17 coda

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Unlikely Hero by Chancy_Lurking  
When Castiel calls Dean, after almost of decade of radio silence, for help after his daughter is kidnapped, it’s supposed to be a professional favor. But Dean’s life is never that simple and when old feelings get involved and stir up old demons, well… Why wouldn’t there be a little dose of Hell to top it all off?

like moses and batman and james dean by saltyfeathers 
Canon Divergence

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