you can move your hand now

penflicks  asked:

Ahhhh let me express how awesome you are! Ok now that I have that done. Can I prompt 'this isn't about loyalty' for the Flint crack pairing of your choice.

(Micro micro fic but here have fic)

“What is this?” Flint asked quietly, suddenly, his hand moving to stop Dooley’s where it rested on his thigh. “Some twisted version of remaining loyal to me?”

Dooley pulled away and sat back on his knees. It said a lot really; that his captain would only expect physical affection or, god forbid, honest and personal affection if it were a way to keep him on side. Dooley frowned to himself and looked away, his stomach becoming unsettled at the idea.

“It’s not a question of loyalty,” he said quietly. “You’ve been good to me, yes, and I am loyal to you, until death I’ll be by your side. But… this is not something I do, something I give, lightly. I actually want to be with you like this.”

Flint seemed to collapse in on himself at the admission. He was frowning, eyes shining and damp where he gazed at the floor by his feat. He looked like a lonely king, Dooley thought; strong form, shining loneliness in his eyes and the heavy burden of power making his broad shoulders dip. He was, Dooley thought, beautiful in that regard.

He reached forward, hands on Flint’s upper thighs and knees between Flint’s feet, and looked up.

“You’re my captain, yes, but that’s not my reason to be here,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss one of Flint’s hands. “I want you. I want to know you.”

The captain’s fingers carded through Dooley’s curly hair before cupping the side of his face. “I make no promises… but I’ll try.”

Dooley smiled. “That’s all I ask.”

take the time to read this

look I know you’re tired, and I know you’re scared. scared of that daunting task, scared of screwing up that daunting task. I get that you might be mad at yourself for procrastinating or letting the work with seemingly far away deadlines pile up and suddenly it’s 1am and you realise your thesis for that essay is horrible and you have no idea what the hell you’re talking about. but all of that is in the past, all of those decisions in the past and you can wallow in anger and self loathing and continue to put off things you know are important, or, you could utilise the time you have right now to do as much of it as you possibly can as soon as you can. so go onto google calendar, or grab your planner, or a scrap of paper or hell, a napkin, and figure out the time you have on your hands in the next 24 hours, estimate how long you think those big horrible, breath shaking and head-in-hands inducing tasks will take. if you get it done in that time, great. if you don’t, move on, you have other shit to do. it’s better to have 85% of most things done than 98% of one thing done and 2% of another thing done that will turn out to be equally as important. save yourself further stress, do the napkin plan thing, block social media sites, write down what you’re feeling if you’re feeling anything immense, because emotions tend to take your mind off things, and get it done. Whether it’s %100, %85 or even %10, get some of it done.

Truth or Truth

Requested anonymously: A one shot where the reader has never been able to orgasm through masturbation. When Dean finds out, he offers to help.

Warning: smut, masturbation

Word Count: 2300

A/N: Hope you enjoy, anon! XOXO

“Truth or truth?” Dean asks, grinning a little sideways in that way that lets you know he’s just the right amount of drunk.

Truth or truth is the game you play when you’re both feeling a little wound up, needing to blow off some steam. You’re too old for stupid dares and too nervous for dares that might actually make you touch each other, so you settle for sticking to truths. It never amounts to anything, but you both enjoy the sexy words said in the dark as you lie together on one bed, a bottle being passed between you, like you have a life and a personality outside of monsters.

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Red

I am FINALLY done with this. Hope you guys enjoy it, please let me know if you do, your comments are very much appreciated. Lots of love, B xx

Originally posted by hotsauceharry

Red.

It’s all he can see when he looks at you. It’s the color that paints your lips and it’s the only thing he’s been able to think about all night long.

When he picked you up earlier tonight, on your way to a dinner with a group of friends, his eyes had zoomed in on your lips the second you opened the car door to greet him - while you stepped inside and leaned in to say hello, placing a chaste and pert kiss on his cheek, his eyes followed your lips as you came closer.

“What color is that? Crimson? Bright red?” Is what he thinks, the shades of it swirling in his mind. He doesn’t know and he’s tempted to ask you but to do that was to show he’s been paying more attention to you than he’s got the right to and maybe it’d give you the wrong impression - he’s not interested in your lipstick but more on the way the color makes your lips look full and incredibly inviting.

Biting onto his bottom lip after greeting you quickly, his eyes fleet to his rear view mirror, spotting the patch of skin close to his jaw where you had placed your kiss - a lipstick mark remains, the shape of your lips stamped onto his skin in a bright shade of red.

The sight gave him goose bumps and he couldn’t explain why, but when you leaned forward on his front seat, the visor pulled down so you could look in the mirror and make sure your lipstick was not smudged, Harry felt his stomach sink - images of you on your knees, eyes hazy and lips swollen while you suck on his cock with greedy, swollen and red painted lips, leaving a stain on his length, invaded his mind without his permission and he feels his cock twitch in his pants, heat rising underneath his skin.

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I always wait for you to open your eyes in the morning and see the sun rises in the sky. The way the darkest of the night melts and replaces by soft pastel lights. I always wait for your hand to move towards mine and hold it tight for the rest of our train ride—for the moment when I can rest my head on your shoulder and nap for awhile. I always wait for you to smile whenever I say something that made your heart thumps twice than normal. I always wait for the moon to show up while we kiss under the stars. I always wait for you to caress my hair while you say all the words that describe your feelings about me. And now I always wait for 11:11 to come before I write something about us. Something about the most precious—yet hurtful things that happened in the past. Yet sometimes no matter how hard I hurry, I ended up writing on the other time of the day. I always wait for something good to happen, but I never waited for the bad ones to come. I always wait for the moment when our hearts beat as one, but I never waited for the time when—yours will leave mine. I never waited for your feelings to fade faster than mine. I never waited for it, because I never wanted to see it coming.
—  ma.c.a // I never waited for you to fall out of love with me
Grasping the Obvious

Bucky Barnes was in love, and it seems that everyone figured it out but you. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, tiny segment of angst. 
Author’s Note: Don’t you love fluff? I do. After writing angst for three days straight I could use a little fluff. Enjoy! This is 3000 words long! 

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one more time (m)

genre: fuckboy au + smut

words: 5.5k

member: jimin 

you can’t resist jimin, even if he is a fuckboy.

Originally posted by 9taefox


You woke up to the sound of your ringtone blaring into your ear. You huffed, screwing your eyes shut and hoping it would stop; it didn’t. Reaching out, you grabbed your phone and squinted at the bright screen, your eyes needing time to adjust.

Jimin.

You sighed through your nostrils, closing your eyes and ignoring the impending headache that you could already feel starting in your temples. You debated not answering, and the call ended. You nearly let a smile form on your lips, but your phone began to vibrate in your hand again, Jimin’s name popping up once again as the sound of your ringtone kept you from sleeping.

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Manners (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by kookiyoon

Description: Jimin is your best friend’s roommate, and to say you get on each other’s nerves would be an understatement. Jimin decides it is his mission to teach you some ‘manners’.

This fic includes: Explicit smut, ‘good girl’ term, dominance games, hate love type dynamic, light spanking, ‘teaching of manners’ lmfaoo

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x You (ft Yoongi and Taehyung)

Word count: 4.5k

You lazily played a game on Yoongi’s phone, your eyes peering up every now and then to look at the TV screen, displaying a movie utterly boring to you. You let out an unintentional sigh; you were considering getting up to scour for food.

“Why are you here if you’re so bored?” Jimin asked from the other side of Yoongi, whose lap your head lay upon. You sat up to match Jimin’s glare.

“Jimin.” You heard Yoongi scold under his breath. Deciding not to waste your energy, you ignored Jimin and got up to search through their fridge. Yoongi thought you couldn’t hear him once you were in the kitchen, and you barely could, but his low and deep voice rung through the practically silent dorm “I’m so sick of you being such a dick to Y/N. Go say sorry.”

“What?” Jimin laughed. “I’m not a child.”

“Jimin.” Yoongi’s voice was so stern you got goose bumps.

“Whatever.” Jimin mumbled, his light footsteps approaching the kitchen. You quickly stuffed your head in the fridge, acting like you were very busy. When you looked up, closing the fridge door with a muffin in your hand, Jimin is leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and a subtle frown on his face. 

“Yes?”

“I’m glad you’re making yourself at home.” Jimin says, his eyes pointing at the treat in your hands. You smile tauntingly, not breaking eye contact as you take an excessively big bite.

“Thanks.” You mumble through your full mouth.

“Gosh, did no one ever teach you manners?” He asks with a serious expression.

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Lazy

Summary: Pure porn without plot. You wake up and spend a morning with Sam and Dean.

Warnings: Smut, threesome (no Wincest), anal sex

Word Count: 2650ish

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Too hot. Too bright. Everything feels heavy and suffocating, like you’re trapped or tied down. Leg muscles twitch, but you can’t move them as you force your brain to swim toward the surface, try to break your mind out of its haze.

And then you wake up.

For just a moment, you focus only on your breath. You wake up like this two or three times a week, have ever since you started hunting, and it will only take your body a few seconds to calm down.

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Bts reaction to you giving them boner while sitting in their lap

Request 1:  Hey can u make bts react when u you give them a boner while sitting on their lap ? ( sorry my english is bad hopefully i can understand it)


Jin

“Baby,I suggest you sit on the couch for a while. The movie is nice. I don’t want to fuck you here. Give me 10 minutes to calm down.”

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

Yoongi

“Now I have a boner. You will take care for the mess you made. Fuck the stupid the movie. We can watch it later.”

Originally posted by scartic

Namjoon

Stops the movie, locks his hands around your waist. “Move, slowly. Not that  slowly, baby girl. You know exactly at what pace. Don’t tease or it will backfire.”

Originally posted by https-km

Hoseok

“Baby, please stop moving. I beg you. I don’t want to fuck you in front of the boys. I feel awkward enough already. I said stop you little naughty girl or I’ll have to punish you late.”

Originally posted by shinenamjoon

Jimin

“Y/n, baby, I hope you feel what I hope you feel. Don’t move and just ignore it. We’ll take care of it later. And by later I mean the whole night ahead.”

Originally posted by micopanda1

Taehyung

“Baby, can you please move? I really need this right now. Good little girl, are you?”

Originally posted by jiminnout

Jungkook

“I dare you to move again. Move one more fucking time and you feel what’s underneath you. This will be buried deep in you and you won’t cum for the next week.”

Originally posted by eatupbangtan


Masterlist 

CONFESS YOUR SINS, LOVE OR WHATEVER EMOTION YOU FEEL TOWARDS WHOEVER. WHAT HAVE YOU IMAGINED? MOMMY,A.K.A ME, WILL LISTEN.

Also we are playing “Would you rather” so tag along/

Quick and Simple Spells

Maybe we have not the energy or psychic resources to complete something complex. Maybe we cannot wait for the full moon. Maybe we need something in the moment. Simple spells can give us a boost or help us through trying moments.

Ease Anxiety
With a small object in your hand (exempli gratia: a pen, a small stone, a charm, an eraser). Run your thumb lightly over the surface of the object either away from you or in a diurnal (anti-clockwise) motion. Repeat slowly in your mind calma anois síos (now calm down).


Confidence Boost
Using your compact or standing in front of the mirror say the following three times: Tá mé neart (I am strength).


Beauty Charm
Hold a necklace, ring, earrings, or bracelet you can comfortably wear in your left hand and place your right hand over them. Repeat three times: áilleacht agus cairde (beauty and grace). Move through your day with confidence.


Notes
If you have trouble pronouncing the Irish, the English will work just as well.

deal | pt 2 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,848 

warning: pure filth you’re welcome

part one | part three


Jungkook is no longer tender, his lips ravish your body in such a way that it has you believing that the powerful kiss you had shared earlier that evening was nothing but a mere brush of flesh upon flesh.  Hands don’t hold you like priceless porcelain, instead it’s with a vice like grip that he clings to the skin of your hips almost as if he’d cease to exist if he let go.

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Finding Motivation Spell

Originally posted by ridarevita

As requested, one of my witch babies on my Discord server needed a spell for motivation to get up and get moving.  Staying motivated can be hard, but this simple spell will pry you up from the depths of blankets and pillows, lift your spirits, and get your goals locked in mind.

YOU WILL REQUIRE

–a stick of your favorite incense
–a candle

SPELLWORK

1. First light your incense and candle.

2.  Now write on a full size sheet of paper what you need accomplished. 

3.  Place your cauldron or pot in front of you. Hold the paper in one hand and the incense in your power hand. Focus on what you wrote on the paper and swirl the incense around the paper in a clockwise motion. When you are ready to begin place your incense in its holder.

4.  Fold the paper three or four times toward you and light one corner on fire. You can immediately drop the paper into the cauldron or you can hold it until it burns halfway and then drop it in. Once the fire is in the cauldron say: 

Remove this feeling of tired and drained
I desire to feel refreshed as a summer rain
To move quickly and with purpose, I request
From here on out laziness will suppress
My fingers become nimble and quick
As the fire burns from this candlestick
This spell harms none
And motivates one
As I will it, so shall it be! 

5.  Look into your cauldron and make sure all pieces of paper are burned.  There can be NO pieces of paper left only ashes. So, thoroughly burn any pieces that remain intact. Repeat this spell while burning any extra pieces of paper.  Then collect the ashes in your hand and either step outside or blow the pieces into the wind through a window.

“BUT I CAN’T BURN ANYTHING” SPELL ALTERNATIVE

If you cannot burn the paper, rip it into tiny, tiny, tiny pieces while saying the spell.  You can release those pieces of paper into the wind or bury them, or throw them into the trash and immediately take the trash out of your home. 

Instead of the previous incantation involving fire, you would recite: 

Remove this feeling of tired and drained
I desire to feel refreshed as a summer rain
To move quickly and with purpose, I request
From here on out laziness will suppress
My fingers become nimble and quick
As hands work and paper splits
This spell harms none
And motivates one
As I will it, so shall it be!

Now get out there and take on the world!

My Girl

Request: Okay, so this is Sirius x Reader where you like him and he likes you but neither of you know that and you ask the Marauders and Lily and Marlene if they wanna go to Hogsmeade or whatever the next day but they are all busy except Sirius. So you guys go and you get cold so he gives you his hoodie and you forget to return it or don’t want to because it smells like him and when you do at the end of the day he gets really happy because it smells like you and he wears it. Basically just fluff thanks.

Word Count: About 2,800.

Warning(s): Sexual tension, slightly suggestive comments, Sirius being hot as hell, kissing and stuff.

Note: In summary, this is a Sirius x Reader work about a cold night at Hogsmeade. Also, I deviated a bit from the request. Just a bit.


“We’re all still on for tonight, right?”

“Yeah.” Lily nodded, shrugging on a warm jacket as she headed out the door. “Marlene said to meet them in the common room before we go.”

As you made your way down the staircase next to Lily, you spotted James, Peter, and Marlene lounging on a sofa near the fireplace. Huddled together, the trio seemed to be in a heated conversation.

Nearing them, you heard their hushed whispers.

“Hogsmeade–”

“Just make up some excuse to–”

Once Peter spotted you approaching, however, he nudged the other two into silence. 

“Y/N! Lily!” exclaimed Marlene, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “Just the ones we’ve been waiting for.”

With a quirked eyebrow, you took a seat on the arm of the couch. When they smiled innocently at you, you shook your head with a small laugh, looking around the room. You thought it might be best to ignore their impish antics. Around you, the Gryffindor common room was bustling with life and chatter. But amidst it all, you couldn’t spot Sirius.

Not that you were waiting for him, of course. He just happened to cross your mind as you looked around.

“He’s almost ready,” said James, a cheeky grin playing on his face.

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Baby boy (Jungkook one-shot smut)

Originally posted by nnochu


A/N: Just had it lying around. Will edit later.

Summary: You and Jungkook get carried away at school.

Themes: Baby boy Jungkook, sex with risk of being caught, sex at school, battle for dominance, dom Jungkook, sub Jungkook

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Genre: Pure smut

Word count: 4k (like all smut lol)

Trigger warnings: Dominance, sex at school, teasing, swearing, graphic smut, oral

thank you, @lindlovesbts <3


You’d first hooked up with him 56 days ago. It was a party. Another one. One you shouldn’t have gone to, just like the 5 before that. The liquor rang strong in your veins and your body shuddered with sexual frustration as you watched him from across the room. He hadn’t noticed you until you made it impossible for him not to. You got real close to where he was sitting on a random couch and danced as seductively as you could. You knew your plan to get his attention worked when you were in the kitchen pouring another drink and he approached you.

“Y/N, right?” He asks, casually leaning back against the counter, which holds the red cup your eyes are still on. You know it’s him and don’t bother to look up- adding to the game.

“And you’re Jungkook.”

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Spoiled || R.B.

Word Count: 1875

Pairing: Ross x reader

Summary: Coming from a rich family, you never had to work a day in your life until you met Ross. After a confrontation with him, he makes you work for your orgasm by riding his thigh.

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, blowjobs, dirty talk, rich!reader, spoiled brat!reader

Requested by @faee12 : “Omg can you do a imagine with Ross and thigh riding”

Masterlist

Also, listen to Blackbear’s new album while listening to this preferably I miss the old you and make daddy proud trust me it makes it 100x better.

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Ink my Skin

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: Steve wants to draw on Reader’s skin and she doesn’t expect what she sees in the mirror.
Word Count: 1.5k
Genre: Fluff!
Warnings: none.

Special thank you to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for being my beta! xx

Originally posted by baylee004

As you sat on one of the two armchairs in your bedroom, you tucked your leg under the other while your bare feet rested on the edge of the coffee table. You held your tablet in your hands with your earbuds in your ears, watching your favorite show on Netflix.

You had come back from an assignment only a few hours ago and all you wanted to do was have some time for yourself and your boyfriend, Steve. The breaks from work were rare since you had joined the Avengers a year and a half ago, but the good side was you had found a family and a loving boyfriend.

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anonymous asked:

consider this for a prompt: the team is in the lounge, post practice, just lazing around and doing nothing; the tv is on; no one is really paying attention when andrew suddenly turns rigid; deep breaths; unfocused eyes; the reporter is relaying a shocking revelation about a man abusing the foster kids in his care; hisfacehisfacehisfacetheyareshowinghisface (-i cannot tell why my mind is such an angsty bitch but here we are)

(this is a specific and excellent prompt and I’ve been anxiously awaiting its place in line <3)

He’s boneless when he climbs out of the shower, feet tender on the glossy tile, breath sitting high and tight in his chest. Neil likes pacing through his routine after practice, adrenaline relaxing its grip on him finger by finger, change-rooms echoing and empty. He strings his wet hair up in a fresh bandana and shrugs his armbands up over flushed, shower-damp forearms. He lets the practice pull at his muscles and drafts new line-ups and drills in his head.

His teammates are back in the lounge, dotting the furniture, all of their aggression leached out of them, and he feels joy rip his chest like popped stitches. Good feelings are always more brutal than bad ones, he’s come to understand. Stronger, harsher.

He gets a round of raised hands and snappy greetings when he walks in, mostly lost in the rustle of plastic bags as Wymack and Abby unload sandwiches onto an overcrowded table.

Wymack licks stray sauce off of his thumb and points at Neil with his other hand. “Come pretend you’re civilized and eat at the table. I don’t want ranch on my couches again.”

Neil shrugs and pulls a chair out at the head of the table. Matt winks up at him, and the rest of the foxes pass wrapped and pressed sandwiches down the line. They chat and rustle, Aaron snaps for serviettes until Wymack smacks his hand away, Kevin eats his sandwich with a knife and fork. Everything smells like tangy pesto and sweet fresh bread.

“Get Andrew over here, will you?” Wymack asks distractedly. Neil glances over at Andrew, installed on the couch with his back towards them. His hair has been bleaching in the sun recently, and he’s easily the brightest thing in the room.

“Andrew,” he calls, accepting his own sandwich when it’s waved in front of him, distracted from the back of Andrew’s head.

“You really put an effort in,” Nicky teases, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not moving him if he doesn’t want to be moved,” Neil replies, unconcerned. His food is warm in his hands, chicken and cranberries and cheese peeking out of brown bread and wax wrapping.

“That’s bullshit,” Matt says, mouth full. “You know you could.”

“I don’t know why you still think I have that kind of power.”

“Uhh maybe because he does impossible favours for you? And like. Kisses your face when we’re not looking? I dunno, just a thought,” Dan says sarcastically, peeling onions out of her sandwich.

“Andrew,” Neil repeats, exasperated. When he looks over again Andrew hasn’t moved, fixed and steady as always. His shoulders are moving fast though, breath coming hard enough that Neil can hear it from across the room. His stomach throbs, intuitive and scared. 

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