writing and riding

Something different that occurred this episode was that, in episode 10, we have Victor as the narrator, instead of Yuuri. He introduces himself the way Yuuri introduced himself in the first few episodes, which solidifies the perspective of the narrator for the corresponding episode. Some important things to note is that he speaks in past tense just like Yuuri does when he narrates, and breaks the fourth wall with the line


(sate, hanashi wa modotte…)

“Now then, back to the story…”

Both of these facts heavily imply that Victor is recalling and retelling his and Yuuri’s story of how they met to someone, whether it be us, the audience, or a niece or nephew in the future. Whenever we get a narration line from either Yuuri or Victor in any of the episodes, it’s said in a very wistful and playful tone, which is further evidence pointing towards how they’re remembering the beginning of their love story, as both wistful and playful tones can both be related back to nostalgia.

What does that mean?

I hear you ask. Well it means that long, long after the plot of Yuri!!! On Ice ends, Victor and Yuuri are still happily together. It means that both Yuuri and Victor are willing to accept the other with all their faults, and that they’ve worked hard to build something stable and long-lasting together.

You know what else is just great from this episode? The fact that we can see that Victor is improving the way in which he supports Yuuri.

Back during the China Tournament, we witnessed the game changing parking lot scene, where Yuuri cried his eyes out, and, pushed to the brink, where he shouted at Victor the following


(boku ga katsutte boku yori shinjite yo. Damattete ii kara, hanarezu ni soba ni ite yo)

“Have more faith in me, believe that I will win. It’s okay to not say anything, so just stay by my side!”

What Yuuri asks of Victor during the carpark scene is actually subtly reflected in episode 10, when they’re both walking through the Christmas stalls. During this scene, Victor’s narration goes

「ゆうりが答えを探してる時、黙ってても目がキラキラと輝いてる。 --- 話しかけずにそっとようそうによう。」

(yuuri ga kotae wo sagashiteru toki, damattetemo me ga kirakira to kagayaiteru. — hanashikakezuni sotto yousou niyou)

“When Yuuri searches for an answer, even without talking, his eyes sparkle and glitter. — I’ll just quietly stay near without talking.”

No questions asked, Victor just accepts that Yuuri is looking for something, in other words, he’s believing in him, and quietly accompanies him throughout his search, while appreciating how his eyes light up. The use of the verb 「黙る」(damaru) “to shut up” in both of these dialogues further relates the two scenes. He’s learning how to support Yuuri because of the advice Yuuri gave him previously, and is proving to us that he is getting better at it.

Interestingly enough, Victor’s thoughts here actually mirror the lyrics to the ending song somewhat, especially the lyrics


(kagayakinagara kimi ga oshietekureta)

“You shine radiantly as you taught me/showed me (the way)”

Which, in this context, would have the “shine radiantly” describe Yuuri’s eyes as they shine and glitter, and the ‘teaching’ section refer to how Yuuri’s outburst in the carpark actually helped Victor in his Yuuri coaching endeavours, how Yuuri taught him how to support him passively. (I actually did a whole general analysis of the ending song here, so go check it out if you like procrastinating and crying over anime ending songs)

There are just so many things in this episode that point towards Yuuri and Victor’s healthy, balanced relationship, how they’re both working and compromising for each other, and how this relationship will last long into the future after the events of Yuri!!! on Ice. And it is honestly the most wonderfully delicate, detailed, and natural piece of storytelling I’ve ever witnessed in anime.

Time has always been gold to me, but for you, I am willing to drive an extra mile, just so you can listen to your favorite songs a little longer.
—  Lukas W. // An extra mile

pidge: *starts speaking*

lance: sorry pidge but i can’t hear what you’re saying??? you’re too short that your voice doesn’t even reach my ears

pidge: *hunk trying to hold pidge back from attacking lance* I’M GONNA FUCKING MURDER YOU SOMEDAY

At some point, Jack became aware of his daughter crying, and he blearily dragged himself out of bed before Bitty woke up too. There was no sense for them to be both up.

Annie didn’t let up when Jack leaned over her crib to pick her up. He checked her diaper and tried to feed her, but she still continued to wail. He bounced her around and took a few turns around the nursery, but her cries only escalated until Bitty finally came in. 

“Should we?” Bitty asked, still rubbing the sleep out of his yes.

“Yeah,” Jack agreed. “I’ll go. You go back to bed.”

Bitty shook his head. “No, I’ll come too.”

It was a familiar routine by now as they put on their jackets and pulled pants over their boxers. They efficiently buckled Annie into her car seat who howled through the whole thing even though they’d already done this twice this week.

Once the car started moving though, Annie finally stopped screaming at the top of lungs. She sniffled wetly a few times, but otherwise, she predictably quieted down.

“Wake me up in ten minutes and I can drive.” Bitty yawned. He’d wedged one of Annie’s blankets against the window as a makeshift pillow, and was snoring lightly before Jack even got out of the driveway.

Jack drove halfway around the block before the silence was too stifling, despite the quiet hum of the engine. He turned on the radio. He kept the volume low, mindful of the occupants in the vehicle, and settled on a channel that was playing something soft and slow.

After a couple of times of the neighbourhood, Jack pulled out onto the main streets. He was awake now, and he might as well keep driving for a little while longer.

He passed the garish, neon signs of stores that were lit even at this hour. The places that were so familiar during the day seemed intimidating in the dark of night. There was a surreal quality to it that Jack couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Jack glanced over at Bitty just as they passed under a street lamp, and for moment, Bitty was illuminated by the golden light in a way that had Jack desperately itching for his camera. He briefly entertained the idea of reaching over to grab hold of Bitty’s hand, but even asleep, Bitty looked exhausted. Jack didn’t want to wake him up.

It was a little after 3 am when Jack finally pulled back into the driveway and shifted the gear into park. He hesitated before finally nudging Bitty awake. If slept any longer in that position, he was going to screw up his neck.

“Is it my turn?” Bitty mumbled.

“No, Jack said as he carded his fingers through Bitty’s hair before smoothing it down. “We’re home.”

Bitty frowned, but didn’t argue as Jack got out the car and carefully unbuckled Annie.

After putting her back into her crib, Bitty hovered for a few minutes, just to make sure she really was asleep. He turned and kissed Jack lightly on the cheek. “Love you,” he whispered.

“Love you, too,” Jack replied fondly. “Come on. Let’s try and get some sleep before the sun comes up.”

Tears On Our Tongues

The ride home after the woods

A SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown


When we get back to the car, we both sit in an extremely awkward silence.  Neither of us seems to know what to do.  After all, that was possibly the most pivotal moment of both of our lives.  Where do we go from here.?

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.

           When I turn to nervously look at Baz, he’s staring straight ahead, his jaw set and his brow heavy.  He’s gripping the steering wheel with both hands, but doesn’t make a move to actually start the car.  Rain is beginning to dot the windshield, and I can see my own breath whisper into the air.

           Baz is so tense, like he’s only just fully realizing what has happened.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.

           “Um,” I murmur, breaking the silence, “do you want me to drive?”

           He blinks like he’s snapped out of a daze and takes a breath.  “No,” he says without looking at me, “it’s fine.”  He turns the key in the ignition, and I notice his hands shaking.

           “Baz,” I reach out and touch his arm without thinking. “I’d really prefer if I drove.”

           He doesn’t flinch at my touch like I expect him to.  He just stares at my hand on his skin with an odd expression, like he’s trying to figure out something complicated.  Like he’s thinking how did that get there?

           It’s not looking like he’s going to move, so I open my door and walk around to the driver’s side, and only then does he actually get out of the car.  He doesn’t look at me as he passes, barely brushing me with his coat on the way.

           When we’re both in our seats, I start the car and turn us around, heading back the way we came.  I turn on the heat because it’s freezing in here, but not the music. As much as I want to break the silence, I can’t ignore the fact that this isn’t just the normal we-kissed-what-now kind of awkward.  This is the you-almost-killed-yourself-and-as-a-result-we-kissed kind of awkward, which is slightly heavier than the normal awkward.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.

           I sneak a glance at him.  He gazes at the window.  Not out, just at.  

           “You okay?”  I know it’s a stupid question, of course he’s not, but I have to ask.

           He shrugs and very slightly shakes his head.

           “I know it sounds dumb,” I say quietly, “but it’ll be alright.  You’ll be okay.”

           He doesn’t look at me.  I’m starting to wonder if he ever will again.


I nearly killed us. I nearly sent us both up in flames and then had him against a tree snogging the life out of him.  And here he is asking if I’m okay.

           Point for him though, because I’m not.  Of course not.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.  His mouth, so full of heat.

           I’m not okay, and now I’ve let him see in graphic detail exactly how not-okay I am.  I could not have made myself more vulnerable in front of him, and the thought makes me want to curl into a ball, erase the whole thing, make it never happen.

           Except for the kissing.  That part can stay.

           Even though I have no idea if he meant it.  It might have been a final attempt to pull me out of my suicidal funk.  Even the kisses after the fire was out were probably just pity kisses, albeit very desperate pity kisses.

           “Baz,” he says quietly, and I feel him glance at me, “how long… um, how long had you wanted… that?”

           “Forever.”  It comes out without a thought.


           “Since fifth year.”  Both are true.

           Simon thinks for a moment.  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

           “You had enough reason to hate me.”

           “I don’t hate you.”

           “You did.”

           “I always thought you hated me.”

           “I did,” I nod, “until I loved you.”  His head whips to face me and I scrunch my eyes shut.  I can’t believe I just said that.  “Until I didn’t hate you anymore,” I try to fix it, but I know it’s too late.  It’s out, it’s in the air between us, and it’s going to stay there forever, taunting me with how he’ll never say it back.

           “Baz -”

           “Please,” I grit through my teeth, a tear squeezing out of my eye, “I can’t.”  The tear makes its way down my cheek until it drips into my mouth, and the taste is like Simon.  I will probably forever associate the taste of tears with kissing Simon.

           “Okay,” he whispers, and we’re quiet for the rest of the drive.  I try to keep my sobs silent, but I’m sure he’s hearing them,

           I could have killed him.  If he’d died, it would have been my fault.

           Tears on our tongues.

           When we finally pull into my driveway, I climb out of the car as soon as we’ve stopped.  I hear him call after me, but I don’t pause.  I slam the car door and start stalking towards the house.  It’s so over for me.  I thought I was ready to die in the woods?  I hadn’t been kissed by the boy I love who will never love me. How am I supposed to live with that?

           His footsteps on the driveway are quick like he’s running after me.  I keep moving, tears blurring my vision.

           He catches up to me at the doorstep, throwing himself between me and the door, blocking my entry.

           “Get out of the way, Snow,” I mutter, looking down. We’re under the porch light now, he’ll be able to see what a mess I am, and I can’t look at his expression.

           “Baz, please.”

           “Please what?” I snap.  “What do you want?”

           I make the mistake of glancing at his face and I find tears running down his cheeks.

           “I want you to know that you’ll be okay,” he sobs, “and that I want you to be okay.”

           “I nearly killed you, Snow,” I say, shuddering, “how can you possibly want me to be okay?”

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.  His mouth, so full of heat.  Flames licking at my vision.

           “You wouldn’t have,” he shakes his head, “you were going to spell me away, and for some reason, that’s more upsetting than if you’d tried to kill both of us.”

           “What makes you think I would have saved you?”

           “It was in your eyes.”

           Right now his eyes are full of something I don’t recognize.

           He takes my hand tentatively.  “I need you to know something,” he tells me through his sobs, “because you probably think that it was a sympathy kiss.”

           That’s exactly what I’m thinking.

           “Please never think that.  Never think that the first kiss, or any kisses after that were out of sympathy.  I kissed you because I wanted to, a lot more than I realized.”  He sniffles, his eyes pleading.  “I’d kiss you again right now, and tomorrow morning, and every day after that and none of it would be out of sympathy, and I need you to understand that.”

           I’m shaking like a leaf.  Because I’m tense, because I’m cold, because I’m in some kind of shock, because of Simon’s words.

           “You’d kiss me again?” I choke, unable to believe what I’m hearing.

           He goes pink and he’s smiling and crying and laughing all at once, and I finally recognize what’s in his eyes because it’s exactly the same thing as what’s in mine.

           He doesn’t answer with words.  He stands on tiptoe and takes me by the lapels of my ruined suit, pressing his mouth into mine and it fits like we’ve been doing this forever, like it’s second nature.  His lips taste like tears again and I’m certain that the taste of tears will always be bittersweet to me now, a reminder that no matter how bad it gets, Simon Snow kissed me because he wanted to.

           And he would again.  He is right now.

           And he would tomorrow morning, and every day after that.

All the JayTims I wrote in 2016


Brothers’ Best Burgers 

Secrets, Secrets, Santa


Green Suits are a Staple

Beauty and the Bat Beast

Down at the Laundromat

Under Covers

I Don’t Want to Hear it

Going Hunting

Cave In


I Didn’t Say I Liked You

It Doesn’t Mean Anything

Is There Somewhen

Eat Your Heart Out, Ethan Hunt


“You’re okay, Tim.”


In Which Tim Gets Sent to Military School

“Do you hate me too?”

Secret Admirer

Top Vs. Bottom


A You Almost Died Kiss

Jason and Tim Watch Pretty Little Liars

Craving Coffee

Harry Potter AU

There’s a Dog in the Cave

A Kiss That Shouldn’t Have Happened

Should Have Listened


It’s Dangerous to go Alone

R2-D2 Dress

“What the hell happened to you?”

“If you die, I’ll kill you.”

Fumbling Flirtations

Comparing Scars

“Why do you even care?”

“He’s not breathing!”

Lacey Bits

Call Me Tim

I’ll Miss You


The Good Table



A Wish About Stargazing

A Wish About Weddings

A Wish About Mornings

So I'm reading "Awake" and I couldn't help but think of this scenario...
  • Optimus: And so... for the sake of our peace treaty, and for our own well-being, it is probably best that Autobots and Decepticons steer clear of each other... for the time being.
  • Everyone: [murmuring, unsure]
  • Starscream: PFFT! Frag that.
  • Optimus: I... excuse me?
  • Starscream: You're glitched if you think I'm gonna abide by that.
  • Wheeljack: You lookin' to start something, flight-frame?
  • Starscream: [snorts] Hardly! It's unrealistic to continue keeping Autobots and Decepticons apart. We should be learning how to cooperate with each other, and the Neutrals. Besides, anyone who's got a personal score to settle would probably disobey that order anyway.
  • Rumble: He's got a point.
  • Frenzy: Yeahhh, who else would know better than Starscream about disobeying orders?
  • Everyone: [some more murmurs, chuckling]
  • Starscream: Quiet, you! The point is we're ALL going to live on this planet, whether we like it or not.
  • Optimus: I have considered this, Starscream. But what can be done? Tensions between our factions are still very high...
  • Starscream: Well I know what I'M gonna do...
  • [Starscream marches over to Skyfire. His confidence is a total bluff, but the grounders don't know that]
  • Starscream: Skyfire... would you... like to accompany me to... that bar? Over there.
  • [He points to one of the few establishments available]
  • Skyfire: Starscream, I don't think--
  • Starscream: Wait, wait a klik. No tricks. No stupid war stuff. Just you, me, my trine, and a couple of friends you wanna bring along. Whatever. I don't care. What do you say?
  • Skyfire: I...
  • [Meanwhile, Starscream's stiff posture has his trine worried. He doesn't really take public rejection well... and it seems like this behavior is taking every ounce of confidence he can muster. He's really putting himself put there on this.]
  • Skyfire: [looks to his comrades]... Percy? Wheeljack? You wanna come too?
  • Wheeljack: HELL N--
  • Perceptor: Sure, why not.
  • Wheeljack: [sputters] You CAN'T be serious.
  • Perceptor: Mm... let's just see where this goes.
  • Wheeljack: [rolls optics] Fine. But I don't have to like it...
  • [Group starts to move up the block towards the bar. Ratchet begins to follow.]
  • Optimus: You too, old friend?
  • Ratchet: I'm not going for them. I'm going 'cause I've got spare credits and I've got nothing better to do...
  • Optimus: Mhm.
  • Ratchet: Plus, if this gets ugly for any reason I'll be right there. Doesn't that make you feel better?
  • Optimus: Why are you REALLY going, Ratchet?
  • Ratchet: To be honest-- Autobots... Decepticons... hanging out already?-- I need a drink.

Concept: Max is asexual and Fang is Aromantic. They end up in a healthy, loving, QPR and there’s no awkward sexual or romantic tension. Maya is still alive and her and Dylan love each other and have healthy kids together. The flock gets the therapy they so desperately need. The world is safe. Nobody is on the run. The last book doesn’t suck and we are at peace.

hogwarts!au jin
  • here is the story of Gryffindor Head Boy Prince Kim Seokjin™
  • he’s a gryffindor, as his title suggests. the sorting hat deliberated between gryffindor and ravenclaw for a little while, but gryffindor turned out the be the right choice
  • seokjin is a 24-year-old seventh year student – it’s going to be his last year at hogwarts ;;;
  • jin is a pureblood but he was raised to be very kind and unprejudiced; he doesn’t support the notion of pureblood superiority like many families do. blood lineage doesn’t mean anything to him
  • his favorite subject is definitely alchemy – it’s an elective only offered to sixth or seventh years (with the exception of fourth-year namjoon, who is on an accelerated course track). 
  • jin always had a knack for potions and transfiguration, and alchemy builds on that. he finds it utterly fascinating to learn about elemental/chemical magic
  • his wand is made of rosewood with a unicorn hair as the core. it measures 12 inches long, and it’s almost as pretty as seokjin is. it’s a surprisingly sassy wand, and it will backfire if jin doesn’t wax it at least once a week. yes, the other boys make fun of him for this 
  • jin’s pet is a very gorgeous snowy owl, it’s extremely tame and loving and generally a great fucking pet all-around. his owl is awesome and it will sometimes bring him dead mice and stuff as gifts like a cat does, and it’s kinda gross but also endearing
  • jin is the keeper for the gryffindor quidditch team. he’s played for all seven years and is an excellent keeper; it’s extremely hard to score a point against him
  • his quidditch abilities are what originally started the Gryffindor Head Boy Prince Kim Seokjin™ Fanclub
  • fittingly, jin’s patronus is a peacock. it’s honestly one of the most visually stunning patronuses on the planet, bc when the peacock spreads its feathers it’s literally like a fuckin lightshow and it’s so cool to witness
  • so now to the emo part
  • jin had a messed up childhood, in short
  • his parents were extremely loving and raised him so well. they raised him to have self-confidence and to be kind, to care about the people around him. they were such wonderful parents omfg
  • jin’s father worked at the ministry for magic, and he had a really high-ranking position within the company. one day when jin was about 14, his dad got a really big promotion and came home that night to celebrate
  • but there was a coworker of his who had been fired the same day and was literally insane with anger and jealously because he thought it was all jin’s dad’s fault
  • this guy breaks into jin’s house that night while the family is having dinner and starts threatening his mom and dad with the killing curse
  • jin and his older brother are freaking out and crying but his parents are just so completely calm and jin was never more terrified in his entire life
  • and suddenly the intruder raises his wand, pointed directly at jin, and jin knows exactly what the man is about to say as he opens his mouth and flicks his wrist
  • so jin whips out his own wand and casts the spell before this man has time to finish the incantation and there’s a flash of green light
  • and jin’s completely frozen as he watches the intruder sink to the floor, completely lifeless
  • it was taken to court and the charges were dropped as self-defense. but that didn’t fucking matter to jin because all he knew was that, self-defense or not, he had killed another human being and he wouldn’t ever be the same again
  • and of course no one blamed him or held it against him but it still haunted him for years
  • he got to hogwarts and was a little surprised when he was immediately being praised for his looks and kindness and athleticism because he had gone so long convinced that he was nothing more than a killer
  • but everyone started calling him princely and wonderful and slowly jin started to regain his self-confidence and he was able to see the good in himself again
  • and thus, the Gryffindor Prince Kim Seokjin™ that we know and love was born
  • he excelled in his classes and was a quidditch star and got a minimum of three love declarations weekly from male and females alike
  • obviously because of his princely and well-mannered nature, he became gryffindor quidditch captain and prefect and later head boy of the house
  • yes, he still had bouts of ptsd and nightmares – but coming to school and making friends helped a lot with that
  • jin spends a lot of his free time down in the kitchens, schmoozing the cooks and stealing the food even tho “jin you know that’s for dinner tonight, you can’t keep taking advantage of us like this” but lmao all the cooks secretly love it and treasure his company 
  • yoongi and jin are very much kindred spirits, and they are the only ones out of the bangtan guys who can see the thestrals. they have helped each other through quite a lot, and their friendship was the original foundation for the bts hogwarts squad
  • jin routinely has to get jungkook and taehyung and jimin out of trouble for wandering the halls too late at night – he uses his power as a head boy to make sure they don’t get detention (bc that would go on their record and he doesn’t want their reputations to be tarnished), but you better believe he gives them the ass-whooping of a lifetime afterwards
  • often, jimin and jin will practice transfiguration together in the courtyard by the gryffindor tower. they both have a knack for it, and sometimes jin will even show jimin some basic alchemical techniques
  • in jin’s fifth year, he was playing in a quidditch game against ravenclaw when a stray bludger clocked him in the face and shattered his jaw. that’s how he met clumsy ravenclaw genius kim namjoon – the school has dubbed them ‘mom and dad’. namjoon is pretty clueless about why people say that, but jin recognizes that they’re basically married now
  • every single month, without fail, jin will scrape together his own time and money to concoct a powerful wolfsbane potion for taehyung. when tae told the group that he was a werewolf, jin took it upon himself to make sure that taehyung wouldn’t have to suffer during his transformations. hence, wolfsbane potion. 
  • hoseok enjoys being around jin, and vice versa, because they bring out the more mature sides in each other and they’re both surprisingly good at wizard’s chess so they play together often
  • jin’s animagus is a gorgeous, huge elk. it’s a very unique animagus and jin enjoys being in that form
  • the Gryffindor Head Boy Prince Kim Seokjin™ Fanclub is always looking for new members, and jin is very much flattered whenever they send him magical gifts and letters
  • jin knows that jimin and yoongi (and jungkook, when it’s not quidditch season) have a tendency to skip meals, so he always steals food and brings it to their dorms after dinner
  • seokjin loves hogwarts so much – he’s extremely passionate about the school and the people in it, and everything it has done for him
  • when seokjin graduates he studies alchemy for a while before returning to become headmaster of hogwarts. he’s the school’s youngest headmaster ever but he’s extremely respected and adored
  • twice a year, the bangtan guys come back from all over the world (tae studying dragons in scandanavia, hoseok researching herbology in china, yoongi capturing dark wizards in russia, namjoon studying astronomy in america, jungkook playing a pro quidditch game in argentina, and, well, jimin is a hogwarts professor) and they all stay for a few days at hogwarts with jin and catch up and they’re basically best friends 5ever
  • jin is the pride and joy of hogwarts and although he has had it very rough, he’s so kind and confident and the wizarding world is a better place because of him

jungkook ver. / taehyung ver. / jimin ver. / namjoon ver. / hoseok ver. / yoongi ver. / jin ver.

[ next series – avatar: the last airbender!au ]

relistening to the HP audiobooks has raised another Burning Question:

SO the students write a lot of research papers, but iirc JKR never mentions citations. is there a standard wizarding citation style? do they use in-text, footnotes, or endnotes? I’d imagine in-text is most practical given you’re writing on a scroll, but endnotes could work too, I guess. 

(this is an important worldbuilding question that is, in my opinion, absolutely essential to developing any fantasy or scifi universe.)

riding rami

when it comes to his favorite positions – rami loves all of them, but if he had to choose it would be you riding him. especially when he comes to you, laying in bed reading something in the late evening, tired and maybe even a little sleepy, but has some tension in his body and just wants to have some sensual sex. he might put some prince album on first, letting the beautiful sounds softly fill the background creating relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

and then he comes to you. after taking his clothes off, rami carefully crawls on bed toward you, then reaching to softly kiss you mumbly asking how was your day. then he goes on to kiss your neck and suck on your sweet spot while tugging on your sleeping atire. he kisses almost all of the exposed skin mumbling how much he loves the bodyparts and how beautiful they are.

depending on a day, he sometimes goes on to teasingly caress your inner thighs untill you‘re asking him to do „something“ and he does. he works his fingers, first massaging your clit, still talking about how amazing you are, he might insert a finger or too, not rushing anywhere and taking his time. slowly. that‘s his key word when it comes to soft and sensual nights like this. he doesn‘t let you come though, but encourages to ride him

when you finally position yourself on top of him, almost trembling with sexual desire, he still insists on you taking it slow. rami doesn‘t let you rush. he takes his hard cock in his hand, rubbing your dripping wet core, making both of your let out a sigh. and he teases your clit and teases himself, until you take control and slip his dick into your throbbing pussy while both of you moan

you think you take control though. even with you on top, he still controls your movements not letting you go too quick. he likes to enjoy the whole experience of being able to see your face and hear the sound you‘re making and also, feel and see your body tremble and react to him. it makes him enjoy sex even more. so when he finally lets you and himself go quicker, his mouth starts spilling with all this filth. he praises on how good you are, how good you are for him and how good you look when you fuck yourself on his cock and how wet you are for him and he praises you, especially when you come. even though he is caught up in his own orgasm, he still stutters how great you are

after coming down from the high, he still manages to praise you and mumbling into your ear how much he adores while leaving little kisses all over your face making you giggle 

iv. Velvet Suit.

This idea came to my mind thanks to Born’s After Dark Sessions where he wore that beautiful Gucci suit (i think it was from Gucci, but correct me if I’m wrong, I’ve seen that velvet suit in a lot of fashion shows) I’ve always been a fan of Tom Ford’s suits, and really coudln’t help myself once the thought of riding Harry’s tight while wearing a suit like that came to my mind.

So, please bear with me! I’m far from being a good writer and this is the first piece of smut I’ve ever write.

If you want a second part of this, let me know!

It happened a while ago. You remember entering with him to the Gucci Store in London. It was nice to have a client who knew exactly what he wanted and take risks here and there. That’s was fashion is about, after all. As his personal assistant, you had to attend his errands with him 24/7, as long as he wanted you, of course. You couldn’t mind — seeing him getting so excited while inspecting a piece of clothing, touching its fabric, admiring its print… It was like seeing a child on Christmas. A very tall, clumsy and cheeky child. The way his face lighted up when he found something he liked, the way he bit his lips in concentration already planning where and when he’ll wear that specific outfit was already making you lose your mind.

Falling in love with your boss was probably the worst way of going. You couldn’t believe how silly you were, pinning for someone who was like the sun. It angered you, seeing him so freely enjoying himself… but could you blame him? Just having the chance to watching him so excited, with his dimples already popping, his eyes bright and his movements so tranquil… you could to that forever. So you pushed aside your tiredness, trying hard to keep concentrated. It was your work, after all.

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anonymous asked:

Jatim school teacher au?

Jason’s lunch is missing. He’s searched the freezer for five minutes and his pepperoni Hot Pockets are definitely gone. All he can find are BBQ Beef Hot Pockets, which- no. Jason’s not touching that, and not just because they don’t belong to him.

He slams the freezer door shut. “What the hell!”

“What’s up,” Dick asks, sitting at the table in the corner of the staff room, grading papers and drinking a can of soup. He didn’t even heat it up. Gross.

“Someone stole my lunch!”

Dick makes a noise that’s probably supposed to be sympathetic, but instead comes out as totally uninterested. He marks a grade at the top in pink ink and flips to the next. “What was it?”

“Hot Pockets.”

“Jay, again?”

“I like them, okay, and they’re easy to eat one handed- practically made for it- so shut up.”

Dick hums. He knocks back the rest of his soup.

“What,” Jason sighs.

“Well, you told me to shut up, so…”

“Tell me what you know, Dick.”

“I can’t say for sure,” Dick says, tossing the can into the trash and gathering his stack of papers, “but I think I saw Tim eating a Hot Pocket.”


“The new science teacher, Tim Drake. He’s subbing for Steph while she’s on maternity leave.”

“Tim Drake, huh? Well look out, Tim Drake, because I’m coming for you,” Jason vows, heading for the door and ignoring Dick’s muttered, “So fucking dramatic.”



Tim glances up from the homework assignments littering his desk. There’s a man in his doorway, scowling and pointing at him like a soap opera star.

“Me?” Tim asks around a mouthful of food.

The man stalks into the classroom. “You ate my lunch!”

“I don’t think so…” Tim says. He swallows.

“Then what is that you’re holding?”

“Half a Hot Pocket.”

“Aha!” he cries. “My Hot Pocket.”

“How do you know it’s yours?”

“Because I put a box of pepperoni Hot Pockets in the freezer this morning and it was gone when I checked just a minute ago and now you’re eating one, you food thief.”

Tim frowns. “Hold on, I brought Hot Pockets for lunch too.”

“What flavor?”

“BBQ Bee- Oh.” Tim looks at the pepperoni and cheese falling from the open end of his Hot Pocket. “This isn’t mine.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. Um, hey, you can have mine if you want?”

The man’s face twists unpleasantly. “You think I want that shit? No way.”

“Okay… Well I’ll pay you back.”

“Damn right you will, but that doesn’t really help me today, does it. There’s only fifteen minutes left for lunch.”

“What do you want from me,” Tim growls, because he’s sorry but he doesn’t like people barging into his classroom on his lunch break, yelling at him and then insulting his BBQ Beef Hot Pockets.

The man braces his hand on Tim’s desk. “I want you go to the vending machine- the nice one in Principal Wayne’s office- and buy me some lunch. You can bring it by my classroom, room 252.”

Then, with one last angry look, the man whirls around and leaves.

Tim leans back in his chair. Finishes the rest of the Hot Pocket.

He grabs his wallet and heads for the principal’s office, a grin on his face.


There’s four minutes left until the bell rings and the kids come flooding back to their desks. Jason taps his fingers impatiently. The new guy is cutting it close.

Just when Jason is about to go find him, in walks the asshole, arms full. He comes up to Jason’s desk and drops his load.

About twenty bags of BBQ chips.

“There you go,” Tim says, grinning. “That more than makes up for the Hot Pockets. About six dollars more, actually. So it seems as though you owe me now.”

Then he winks and saunters out of Jason’s classroom.

A few minutes later Jason is still seething as the kids run in.

“Wow, you must really like BBQ, Mr. Todd!”

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I’d been living, they asked me why - but there’s no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…
And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying…
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
—  Lana Del Ray “Ride” Intro
ML Requests: Adrien’s Night of Fun

Requested by: @animatedsuperchick19

I took some liberty with this one.

After a long lecture by his father about the Agreste image after Adrien asked a hypothetical question about dating, Adrien was more than annoyed. He was furious. He was 18 and yet he was still being treated like a child. He was still being controlled by his father and he was so sick of it. More importantly he was tired of the ‘Agreste Image’. He got a break from it as Chat Noir but his day to day life felt like a prison. He had so many rules to follow, manners and etiquette to always be aware of. So when Adrien’s father went out of town on an urgent business trip Adrien decided it was about time he had some honest to goodness fun. With some encouragement from Plagg (When did he start listening to Plagg?!) Adrien made a few calls.

The first person Adrien picked up in his private car was Marinette, dressed to the nines as per Adrien’s request. Adrien found her to be stunning. She was in a beautiful blue dress that brought out her eyes and for once her hair was in a bun instead of pigtails. She smiled nervously at him as she got into the car. Adrien grinned. He could already tell this was going to be a great night. Next to be picked up was Alya dressed impeccably as well and finally Nino who- well Nino had made an effort. Nino had worn a dress shirt and tie yes but he still had his jeans on and his cap. Adrien laughed when he saw him.

“Alright Agreste what is this about?” Alya asked the question on everyone’s minds.

“I’m taking you guys out to have a good time. My dad is out of town so he’s not here to dictate how I spend my time,” Adrien explained.

“So basically we are making some stupid decisions tonight?” Alya laughed.

“Most definitely. I already have our names on the VIP list for the hottest club in Paris. I figure we’ll go there first before getting some dessert somewhere and maybe just taking the car out for a spin,” Adrien admitted. It wasn’t the most insane plan a kid could come up with but for Adrien this was likely to result in getting him in quite a bit of trouble with his father.

They went to the club first. Adrien was buying everyone’s drinks and since they had their own private driver no one had anyone qualms about having a drink or two or three. Adrien probably drank more than he should and as a result became more than friendly with Marinette. Marinette seemed to relax around him after she had a drink. Soon they were dancing together, very closely together. Adrien’s hands encased Marinette’s hips as he swayed along with her. His hands touched her hips, her waist, her thighs. Sober Adrien probably would have thought he was being too handsey with her. Drunk Adrien didn’t really care and Marinette seemed to be as hands on as he was. Her hands went from his hair to his chest, to his waist, snaking around to his back and shoulders. About drink four or five was when things started to turn very very bad. He could practically here Plagg’s voice in his head telling him to relax, to take what he wanted and not bother thinking about the consequences and so Adrien ended up making out with Marinette on the dance floor.

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