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Hello! Very glad to have found this blog. Sorry to hear that you're going through rough patches but please remember that you're not alone, everyone feels scared/anxious etc from time to time. Hope you had a lovely Christmas and have a wonderful 2018! Don't be afraid to talk to friends/family if it really gets bad. I hope you're happy and things are good now, but if they're not, trust me, they will get better. I repeat, they will get better!! <3
Thanks bby :)
Anon: Hihi could i please have HCs on Madara with women in general? Do you see him as the kind to have multiple lovers or perhaps only one or two? And would he enjoy flirting around or he's not that shallow? perhaps also how he acts around someone he is interested in? Thank youuuu - -He’s a monogamous guy, he can’t bear to share his lover, nor can he let himself love more than one woman at a time. Madara’s not a very emotionally available person, so being in one relationship is something very intimate and sacred. -The flirtatious lifestyle died with age. Madara was somewhat of a player in his adolescence, but he soon learned that maturity is an asset to becoming a leader. Naturally, as he got older, his flirting became reserved and almost non-existent. All work and no play makes Madara a dull boy. -There’s an unspoken respect directed towards women he likes. Madara doesn’t get easily flustered- it doesn’t take just looks to catch his attention. Madara likes women who can hold an entire army back on her own, someone who has the wits and independence to be a true warrior. Even if she is one of his subordinates, there will be very little gestures of kindness towards her, like complimenting her after training, or using her as an example to follow in motivational speeches.
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merry christmas :)
wishing you guys a safe and wonderful christmas ♥️
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hey how's it going? :)
didn’t get around to answering this this morning but it certainly was a great way to start the day
it’s going ok anon! you should reveal yoself and message me :)
Sad Hours.
Author's note: it's been a while huh. Starting this blog back up again because I'm trying to better myself mentally and writing helps with that. Word count: 237 words - The pads of his fingertips grazed along the frame of your face, tracing the curvature of your cheeks, down to the bone of your jaw. His midnight eyes now filled with such light and sensitivity as it analyzed the state of you. Even his sharingan, now exposed since he disposed of his headband when he entered the comfort of your home, didn't seem so menacing in this moment now. Your sobs diminished to being small disturbances in your throat. You can feel the wetness of your eyelashes as you blinked, gazing back into his caring glance. Kakashi furrowed his eyebrows as he used his thumb to swipe away one stray tear still unwilling to drop from your face. His hair looked so dishevelled. Long day at work? A creeping feeling of guilt sneaks in the back of your mind, feeling like you're only adding onto Kakashi's never ending stress. But deep down you know it doesn't matter, he'd let the whole world burn for a few seconds longer if it meant he could calm your heart. Yeah he'd let the world burn, but he'd never let his world burn. Your heartbeat slowed down to a normal pace as Kakashi brought your head against his chest. Closing your eyes, you focused on your own breathing as well as the rising and falling of his chest. "I love you so much, my dear." Kakashi whispered, "please don't cry."
I can’t
Hello. It's been a while. The truth is, I'm in a weird situation right now. I haven't checked this blog in a while. I lost interest in Naruto. My feelings are conflicted and I feel hopelessly lost. Needless to say personally I am in a bad emotional state as of late, but seeing this blog after so long made me kind of happy. It made me happy that you guys kept reading. Thank you. Please message me sometime. I need it.
I don't get why you're being so bitchy today, seriously take a chill pill, so what if people don't read your rules? It's not the end of the world, there's no need to throw shade at your followers. Honestly I used to love your blog but now your attitude really gets on my nerves. I mean, you're acting like you know what's good and what's not, deleting requests just because you feel like it, and it's really annoying.
yo! admin sasucakes here. aside from being a fellow admin, alex is also my friend, and always stands up for me, so i want to do the same for her.
1. first off, do you think calling her a bitch makes you any less of one? ”i don’t like the way you run your blog/how you treat your followers”–that’s a critique of what we’re doing. that’s fine. but calling her annoying and a bitch–that’s a personal attack. that’s not fine. you’re calling us out on “acting like we know what’s a good request and what’s not,” but you’re doing something similar by assuming your opinion will make us change our attitudes. hint: it won’t, and this message screams hypocrisy to me.
2. second, if you don’t like the way we handle our requests, unfollow us. simple as that. there are lots of great naruto blogs out there, one of which will most likely do your request. :)
now real talk guys: admin alex puts a lot and i mean A LOT of effort into keeping this blog running. before i became an admin, i was also a simple follower, and had no idea how much effort running an imagines blog requires. to give you an idea–it sucks at times. a lot. when you don’t post enough, you get people pressuring you to write more. when you do post a lot, people will rarely give you feedback or even likes and will ask you to write other things anyways. people will constantly compare your work/work ethic to other imagines blogs. people will constantly complain about how you do things. it’s disheartening.
but we do this because we like writing. we like naruto. and we want to share our love for both with you guys.
3. we like to write but our blog has rules. if you don’t like them, don’t send in requests. the rules are for your good as much as they are for our good. for example, if all we got were requests that asked for “[character]’s first time with S/O” or “[character] has a crush on s/o” then…that would literally be 99% of the content on our blog. and it would get boring, fast. it also doesn’t inspire us much after the first 10 requests, which doesn’t do much good for you guys, ‘cause lack of inspiration + uninspiring request = low quality imagines
“but other imagine blogs aren’t as strict”–those are other blogs. some people like to run their blogs with no rules, others like them. it’s more of a preference thing. but since alex is the creator, she has the right to create and uphold her own rules. don’t pressure her to break them.
also: “you could always be nicer about the rules you/it’s not like anyone reads them”– we know you guys don’t want to read them aha. but you know what? when you work really hard on something, when you set guidelines for each request because you want your blog to have good content, and you want your blog to thrive & not crash and burn like many others, and you do all this, yet people still refuse to even glance over the rules? yeah. that’s irritating. i would be pissed too.
ALSO, Alex is a great person, even if she can get salty. She honestly strives her hardest to make this blog great. I think she’s justified in being annoyed. I also think she doesn’t deserve all the hate she’s getting.
I heard Alex being salty and someone being triggered so I have to be here.
Try running an imagine blog that you write good quality stories for other people FOR FREE. It's hard work, especially since your life certainly does not evolve around a tumblr blog. Once you start writing you'll understand the frustration of people not reading rules :)
happy halloween + update
sorry for the inconsistent updates guys. there's a lot going on in my life and this tumblr blog is not my top priority. sorry for sulking but I need time to write and that's time I do not have and I've been paying a lot of attention to my personal issues. so I took the time to say happy halloween to you guys (I haven't forgotten about you guys), even though not everything is great right now I will make it work soooo I will go on a mini hiatus up until December (when school ends for the holidays maybe?) so my main focus is school. don't worry- you're requests are all in progress thank you and don't be afraid to pop by and send me a message :)
The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway
Anon: Sasuke x male s/o (if you 're okay with writing for male readers). Something sfw, where his s/o is part of team Taka and they're settling somewhere in the forest for the night, his s/o enjoys spending time with other members, making food and joking around, because he doesn't want to bother Sasuke, but instead it makes him feel lonely and a bit jealous? :)) Author's note: Happy Canadian Thanksgiving everyone !! Enjoy this lil cute thing I wrote because Canada is really cold- and Sasuke might be slightly OOC, sorry. Word count: 681 words (approximately 2 minutes of reading time). Warning(s): none -- "If I could marry any food," Suigetsu said with a mouthful of food, "this is it." He pointed his spoon at his bowl, indicating the soup inside. The soup was still hot, warming up the bowl, which also warmed up everyone's fingers, not that anybody was complaining. The coldness does stuff to you, even if you're tough as nails, the coldness will eventually take away your senses. Even though they were zipping through the woods, legs working nonstop, they eventually couldn't feel their skin. The coldness stretches you like a rubber band, making your thoughts slow down rather than speed up like in the heat. When the only colour scheme you saw was white, and your senses were getting cut off, you get hit with a fatigue that not even Team Taka could withstand. Somehow, he could. He managed to light up everyone's spirits, like he always does. He's too kind for this outlaw thing, and way too kind for Sasuke. No one really knows why he stayed with Sasuke, and why Sasuke allowed that. He was too generous, he even made the bonfire by himself, not even asking his boyfriend, the expert fire user in the group, who was also a tired fire user, to make it. "That's a far stretch." He said, cheeks getting slightly more red than they already were, and not from the cold this time. "Don't be so humble," Jugo said after swallowing a spoon full of soup, "give yourself some credit!" "No seriously, this is amazing." Karin mumbled through a mouthful of food, her words barely recognizable. "Jesus Christ, did you leave your manners behind or something?" Sasuke scoffed. Karin swallowed with a big audible gulp, clearly embarrassed that Sasuke poked at her rudeness. "Shh, don't listen to him." Sasuke's significant other said, making Sasuke roll his eyes. "Don't try to justify Sasuke, I think he's right." Suigetsu said, "although I can't really blame Karin, this is good. Oh look, she's already on her second bowl. I thought you were on a diet- someone's gonna get fat." As expected, Karin gave Suigetsu a death glare, burrowing her flaming eyes into his sly ones. "I think you left your manners too, Suigetsu." Sasuke's boyfriend said, "Are you trying to pick a fight with her? You'll get your ass kicked." Jugo nearly choked on his soup, Karin just started beaming and Suigetsu was flabbergasted. He smiled, taking a spoonful of his own soup and felt it fall down his esophagus and warm up his stomach. It was moments like these that he cherished, because the other moments were bloody and somber. "Oh c'mon! I thought you were on my side here," Suigetsu whined, "bros stick with bros, remember?" "We should get some sleep." Sasuke muttered, but was drowned out by all the joking remarks thrown around. Sasuke rolled his eyes again. Children, the whole bunch of them are. Sasuke doesn't like to admit it, but he's exhausted, worked to the bone. It's freezing, so there was no way he wasn't sleeping without the body heat of his boyfriend next to him. However, his future body heat source was now engaged in a comical conversation. Sasuke is irritated, and it shouldn't irritate him but he just happens to be that kind of person. He knows how "boring" he can be, often jokingly pointed out by his boyfriend. He's still boring, and extremely tired. And cold. And needs everyone's attention. Sasuke wrapped one arm around his boyfriend's waist, the other hand grabbed the back of his head and yanked him forward. He was very confused at first- Sasuke's grips were very strong and terrifying, but he stopped his questioning as Sasuke's lips connected with his, muffling out the chatter around him. Sasuke felt warm. He felt hot, and the heat emitting from the fire made his body tingle with warmth, making his organs dance with happiness. The other three ninjas stopped their endless talks, raising their eyebrows at the immense PDA happening in front of their eyes. "Wow Sasuke," Suigetsu said, "never took you for the jealous type."
@keeping-up-with-the-kenpachis, this is an accurate representation of me during our conversation right now.
Ah, I feel super stupid, I scrolled through your blog and ignore that other ask... I just wanted to know if it was okay to send in a scenario. I run an ask blog too, and it's a big pet peeve when people don't read my page before asking about requests and stuff... Super sorrz!
Ah ok, you’re that other anon. Yeah sure you can send in a scenario.
Tumblr better fix my blog before I fix their attitude.
My phone is being really weird and has completely cut off your about that comes up when you tap your page, so I'm sorry for asking this... Are your requests open and will you do scenarios?
ughgh my wifi is acting up so maybe that’s why... I just updated my about page today and tumblr just decided to play with my patience I guess.
Yup- requests are open. Hit me up anon.
Also, are my posts showing up for you at all on mobile? My blog is a mess rn smh...
Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is (Lotto!Baekhyun x Fem!Reader)
Author's note: I've been thinking about adding kpop to this blog- and finally I'm doing it. I still can't believe I wrote this while I was sick, and I still can't believe I'm posting this on a Sunday (I'm never getting into heaven now). If you don't know what this smut is based off of- I suggest you watch this. Also thanks to this amazing person right here for introducing me to EXO. Word count: 3163 (approximately 11 minutes of reading time). Warning(s): this is like the most NSFW thing I have ever written. If you're not comfortable with bondage, fingering, money kink?? or just sex in general DO NOT READ THIS SIN. -- He can see your pupils dilate into dollar signs as you watched him like a dog as he stacked each wad of money up in a pile. You noticed the band around each wad of cash and you recognized it- mustard yellow stood for one hundred bills… $10,000 in a wad. They were tied up nicely together and he was just throwing it on the table like it was his weekly salary, which it probably was. The stack of wads stopped at the tenth one… one hundred thousand dollars, just lying on top of each other. If Baekhyun had done this nonchalantly back at the casino, he would’ve caused pandemonium amongst the people there. They would leap towards the cash like hungry hyenas. As if they didn’t already have enough for a lifetime- those people were fancy aristocrats who either owed their fortune to working their ass off or their parents who gave them a free pass in life. Either way, if your bank ain’t kissing your feet because of how many 0’s are in your account, there’s no point in being at that casino. You however, were a special case. Any newspaper would die if anyone got the scoop on any of the big names, like Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongdae, Kim Minseok, Kim Jongin, Do Kyungsoo, Oh Sehun, Kim Junmyeon or Zhang Yixing, to name a few. Of course, no one would be stupid enough to outright ask these big players about their secrets, and no one dares to think about spying on them for an article, even an article that’ll give them a big raise, because people talk, and those who cross the avid customers at that particular casino don’t usually make it back- and even when they do, their relatives swear they’re not the same. Of course, you love a good challenge. Brave and crazy journalists like Lois Lane don’t just exist in fiction, you believe you could do it. How hard could it be to pretend to be a stuck up millionaire and spy on some big fellas, your boss would drop down onto his knees and cry. You had everybody fooled, in your stunning red, sleek dress, with the sides open so they revealed your legs. Your stilettos were something new, and horrible. God, how can rich people walk in these all the time! It kills to look good. Apparently perfect looks kill time too, and it took so many hours to do your makeup and make sure not one single strand of hair was misplaced. Everything on your body looked expensive and exquisite, but it was all a disguise. As if you could afford all those clothes, so faux brands would have to do. It was a well planned disguise, and for the first few hours people were buying it. Your story was perfect, lying about your entrepreneurship when really you travel the world and write about the craziest shit for people to read. The lightweights spilled some secrets first, but as the night went on, and people started to get more drunk, it was easier to squeeze information out of them. Piece of cake. You thought you had them all fooled. Apparently not all. He had his eyes on you all night, and you noticed of course. You were shocked to find that the Byun Baekhyun was staring at you. Was your disguise that convincing? For someone like him to even glance at your existence is already winning the lottery to you, and it would be spectacular if you could get him to spill some of his secrets. No, that was insane of course. Even in the world of VIPs, he was one of the best, you wouldn’t dare cross him, or anyone like him. Baekhyun wasn’t paying attention to what his peers were talking to him, he was too busy figuring you out. He could tell you weren’t who you said you were from the minute you walked through the front door. He just wanted to know why you were there, and after a night of staying close, he realized he was spying on a spy. He smirked to himself, this should be fun. After you got enough information, you slowly excused yourself from the crowd and snuck your way to the back door. You thought you could maybe ditch the heels and go on the metro home, even if barefoot. You could work the rest of the night on the article, and pass it in when the sun rises, then sleep for the rest of the day, happy because you’ll know you’ll get that big raise. That never happened. Now you’re here- in a lavish bedroom instead of the small, crammed one in your apartment. You don’t remember how you got there, and more importantly, why Byun Baekhyun is towering over you, casually tossing money onto the nightstand as one of your hands were handcuffed to the bedpost. His expression was calm, seeming like he doesn’t even notice you’re there, but your eyes were quickly shifting between the stack of money on the table to his cold, calculating face. You really wish he continued to ignore you, but after he was done throwing money on the table, his eyes fixed on you, instantly sending a pang of shock shoot down your spine. His irises were extremely dark, darker than the aura around him. His lips were pulled in a straight line, tilting his head slightly to the side to study your expression. You wished you knew what was going on in that head of his- that head which helped him build a fortune all by himself. “You have two choices here.” Baekhyun declared. You’ve only heard his voice in interviews, but his voice sounded different up close. Less scripted and more interested… In you. “I’ll either put all this money,” Baekhyun continued, hands motioning towards the pile of money on the nightstand, “where your mouth is. Or I’ll put a gun there instead. Anything to make you shut up.” Your eyes widened and your heart pounded at the sudden threat. What the hell were you thinking when you decided to spy on a bunch of selfish aristocrats?! Of course you regret taking this job, now that you think about it, you didn’t even have a plan B in case you got caught. “What- are you deaf or something?” Baekhyun said, “Clearly the whole lot of you are impaired somewhere… Can’t seem to mind their own business.” “I- I don’t think all that money would f-f-fit…” You stuttered. So stupid! That’s what you managed to splutter out. You toyed mostly everyone back at the casino, but you can’t handle one man alone? The corner of Baekhyun’s lips tugged upwards, his hands moving to pick up the top wad of money from the pile, and kneeling in front of your seated body on the bed. His expression went from bored to death to an excited puppy, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. “We can improvise.” Baekhyun stated simply. One of his hands gripped hard on your chin. He just keeps shocking you surprise after surprise. His fingers were notably cold, making your body protest at the sudden touch. “C’mon, be a good girl and open your mouth.” Baekhyun cooed sarcastically, clearly enjoying your frustration. You hesitated at first, but gave in in fear of what he might do if you refused. You don’t want another surprise. He placed the wad of money between your lips, before sliding it in deeper, stopping at the middle of your tongue. Half of the money was sticking out, the other half was slowly soaking in your saliva. It tasted extremely weird, and you’ll probably have to wash your mouth with soap a couple times, that is, if you even make it out of here. Chances are he’s just gagging you so you won’t make too much noise when he chops you up into little pieces and chucks you into the river. As if he read your mind, Baekhyun burst into laughter. He was so amused at your scared presence, and normally he enjoys toying with journalists and spies, but you seem like someone worth playing with for a long time. “You look like I’m going to hurt you or something.” Baekhyun said in between laughs, but the laughter stopped abruptly, “But that’s really up to you, sweetheart.” His face leaned closer to yours, and your heart has given up beating profusely. You just wanted to go home. “You better not write that article.” Baekhyun said next to your ear, “If you behave you’ll have one hundred grand, more than your boss will ever give you.” His breath was hot, still tinged with a bit of alcohol. You gulped, and didn’t make a sound. How could you anyways? You were too busy biting down on the money in your mouth. Surely you look ridiculous right now. You weren’t stupid either- he wanted to sleep with you. The whole set up, the look in his eyes, it was too easy to read. You were a journalist, after all. But why? Why you? Surely he has a line of women waiting for him to have sex with them- women with wealth, prettier faces, and with more experience. “Why you?” Baekhyun said huskily, as his lips moved onto your neck. Dammit! You’re thoughts are practically open for him to see. “I don’t know.” He simply state after trailing more of his lips on your neck, “You just intrigue me.” He moved to straddle you, forcing you to lie down. The bed was ten times more comfortable than your twin bed back home. You wonder how many women slept here on a daily basis. His eyes were darker than they were previously, completely veiled with hunger and lust. His hands reached into a pocket on the inside of his suit jacket, pulling out a shining silver handcuff, identical to the one already bounding one of your wrists. “Can’t just forget about your other hand,” Baekhyun said, cuffing your hand onto the bedpost, “they have no use here. Of course, they’re only good for typing paragraphs on other people’s lives, I presume.” Ouch. “I just never understand you people,” He continued to say, turning around to grab the rest of the nine wads of money on the nightstand, “why should our success matter? If you care so much, why don’t you become a millionaire rather than read about them. Although, it is hard to get here without getting your hands red once in a while.” You gulped it again. Was that another threat? Or did he just… Admit to possible murder? “Whoops, I think I said too much.” Baekhyun said, “I bet your fingers are itching to type what I’m saying on a laptop, huh? Here, I’ll keep them occupied.” He placed one wad of money in each of your palms, and your fingers instinctively wrapped around them. Personally you don’t think you’ve held so much money at once in your life before. “It’s getting a bit hot in here, don’t you think?” He asked rhetorically as he went ahead and removed his jacket, tossing it to the floor. He undid his tie, at an agonizingly slow pace. He made sure to keep eye contact with you, your eyes were probably dazed, focusing on what was unfolding before you, or rather, who was undressing before you. He threw his tie to the floor, then moved to unbutton his shirt, taking it off and letting your eyes feast on his naked top. You could just forget about writing an article on all the dirt you’ve gathered and write one about Baekhyun’s body instead. Surely, it would attract a lot of readers. His lips reconnected with your skin, nipping on it with his teeth and licking all over, leaving your skin feeling wet and dirty. It’s like every time his lips met your skin your heart started beating again, and God, he was driving you insane. “For a non designer dress,” Baekhyun said, eyeing your outfit as your chest moved up and down due to your heaved breaths, “it does stick to your body and show off the nice parts. Too bad it has to go.” Your cheeks turned as red as your dress as he just ripped it from your body, the sheer fabric tearing apart as each nylon string broke. Your heart was in overdrive, and you wondered how many dresses has he casually ripped? And how many of those dresses were of the Chanel or McQueen kind. He quirked an eyebrow as he saw your lingerie. The black lace accompanied your skin perfectly, and it looked delicate enough for Baekhyun to tear off your body a second time. “I swear, it’s like you planned on getting laid.” Baekhyun teased. His eyebrows furrowed, what the hell is he thinking now? His eyes were glued onto your chest, his mind racing and ideas popping into his head of all the things he could do to your body. “You know what would make your bra look better?” He asked, a mischievous glint reaching his eyes. He waited for an answer, and although you couldn’t speak, you shook your head. “This.” He said, grabbing four wads of cash, then stuffing them in your bra cups one by one, two in each. Your breath got caught in your throat. Was this really happening? Who knew Byun Baekhyun was into stuff like this… “And as for this thing down here,” Baekhyun said, remarking your matching panties, “I think you want it gone, don’t you?” He trailed the tip of his fingers down your stomach, all the way to the top of your panties and then down… He made sure to apply pressure on your clit, the touch sending a jolt through your body. His finger stayed there, pressing and rubbing in small circles, making your heart pound like crazy on your ribcage and making your mind turn to mush. You started to moan, the sounds muffled by the money in your mouth, but nonetheless it was audible. “So…” Baekhyun said, ignoring your desperate state, “if I let you leave, will you still write that article?” It took a while for the words to register to your head, as it was occupied on Baekhyun’s finger on your clit. You shook your head violently against the pillows. Hell no, screw that article. You wanted to make it out of here alive, and have a great story to tell your grandkids some day. ”Oh yeah… I fucked the Byun Baekhyun before.” “Oh darling, you’re gonna have to use you words…” He cooed, pulling your panties down to your ankles, then taking them off your feet. Was he crazy?! No, but he knows he’s driving you crazy. His fingers moved up your slit, making you shiver. His fingers slowly entered between your folds, and your fingers tightened even more around the cash in your hands. You were really wet already, and you heard him hum in approval, satisfied that your body was reacting just the way he wanted it to be. “I’m waiting for your response, 자기야.” Baekhyun said, fingers curling inside of you, making you arch your back. He was slipping into his mother tongue, probably a sign of his own frustration. Maybe the feeling was getting mutual- maybe his need was catching up to his thoughts, maybe the space in his pants was getting a little bit too tight. You tried to speak with the wad of cash in your mouth, but it came out as a fail and completely muffled by your gag. You tried to say “no”, but it came out sounding identical to your moans. God… You were so fucking close. You started to clench around Baekhyun’s fingers, and your eyes began to shut in ecstasy. It’s like he’s done this a million times before to a million different people. “Do you think I’ll let you get off so easily?” Baekhyun asked, “I haven’t had my fun yet.” What a straight up lie. You just know he’s having a kick out of all of this. You wonder if the amount of money a person has affects their sadism. His fingers stopped working inside of you, and you clenched harder around him in instinct, hoping he won’t stop fingering you. You heard him let out a small chuckle, then slid his fingers out of you. His digits were covered in your juices, in which he looked at with an amused expression on his face. Your body still felt hot, and the money in your mouth, despite how much value was in it, was starting to feel like an annoyance. You wanted to shout at him- get him to get you off, and hopefully, get you out of here. You never want to see him again. Not even on magazine covers. But for now, you’re going to get as much Baekhyun as you can. “A face like yours deserves to be known,” Baekhyun said, taking off his pants and boxers, “too bad whether or not your face will make it out of here is up to me.” His erection looked uncomfortable, and despite his cool facade, you can tell he’s about to crack. You whimpered, he looked like he could go for hours, meanwhile, you feel like fainting from the heat in any second. “I’m really doing you a favour here,” Baekhyun said, lining up at your entrance, “you looked like a good challenge as soon as you strutted into that casino.” He entered you without a warning, and the impact was hard enough that the headboard slammed against the wall. The handcuffs were digging into your wrists, and you whole body felt like exploding. He didn’t give you time to adjust, he just kept going. The sound of the bed creaking became more frequent, and the crashing sound of the headboard against the wall sounded deafening to your ears. How was he remaining this quiet throughout all this?! He let out breathy moans, but nothing compared to your loud, muffled shouts. It was getting too much, the coil in your stomach became too tight, and finally, you felt like you could let go for real this time. You clenched tightly around him, making him grunt. Your orgasm crashed onto you, your mind turning into pure bliss. Your grip around the cash tightened, then released. The cash fell from your hands, and you felt so tired and heavy. He still kept going, riding out your orgasm until he felt close. He pulled out of you when he knew he was close, then climaxed over your sweaty body. He gave you a devilish smirk, grabbing the remaining wads of cash, ripping off the bands around them, and then threw them over your body. The paper money looked like large confetti- some of it landing around your body and the rest sticking to your skin. “Cha-ching.” He said, leaving the bed to get dressed. Wait a second- he was just going to leave you here?!
Haikyuu!! characters in math class (headcanons)
someone pull me out of my period of writing funk :((( -- Secretly named his calculator Sugawara Koushi, Hinata Shouyou, Yamaguchi Tadashi Finished all assigned questions + homework in one class Daichi Sawamura, Kenma Kozume, Tsukishima Kei, Asahi Azumane, Akaashi Keiji Focuses more on that one spot on the whiteboard where the teacher forgot to erase rather than the actual lesson Kageyama Tobio, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Iwaizumi Hajime Mispronounces Pythagorean as “Viagra-orean” Oikawa Tooru, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou
the clique when Heathens plays
I can’t stop watching this
THE SEQUEL TO THIS IS HALLOWEEN
I’m scared
