#Stopping there for tonight since I haven't looked properly at today's post yet

[bizarrequazar]

Dating Gong Jun’s Time Train photos → November 17

From the Cosmo photoshoot released on 2021-11-29.

[hugheshugs]

talk dirty to me | q. hughes

18+ !! minors do not interact.

summary: quinn's on a roadie and you desperately need his touch. when you can't make yourself feel good on your own, you resort to a phone call.

contains: masturbation (f and m), daddy kink, dirty talk.

word count: 1.3k

note: i know i put thirsty thots on a bit of a hold, but today would have been a thirst night and im missing quinn so i thought it would only be right of me to post this today <3

you missed quinn more than ever. you were used to him going on the road, you were used to not having him with you for days on end.. but tonight was different.

throughout the day, you ached for his touch. usually it was him who begged you to fuck (he's got a high sex drive) and for some reason you felt like him today. you were so needy, the moment you got home and took a shower, your fingers reached down to your aching cunt.

you didn't tease yourself, already having felt like you were being teased since the moment you woke up. you got straight into it, rubbing your clit with fast, nearly aggressive circles. you played with yourself until your hands began to ache.

you just couldn't cum.

your body, so used to the way quinn played with you and made you feel, simply couldn't cum from your own fingers.

you needed more.. you needed him.

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just because you momentarily gave up, it didn't mean you weren't going to go down without a fight. you were determined to reach your orgasm. you wouldn't be able to sleep if you didn't.

as you laid in bed, watching quinn play, you couldn't get the memories of him out of your mind. the way he could go from sweet to dominating sex in an instant made you hot, and you tried not to think about it but you couldn't stop.

the close ups of him on the screen, the hands that know how to make you feel so good.. it was beginning to be too much. you were whining, desperate to have his body on yours.

after the game ended, you waited impatiently for quinn's call. you were so turned on that you couldn't feel any sort of shame over what you were about to ask from him. it took maybe an hour of you laying in bed, almost in tears, until your phone finally rang.

you picked it up hastily. "quinn?"

"hey, baby—"

"quinn, i need you to do something for me."

he caught the strained tone in your voice and held back a smirk even though you couldn't see. he knew this day was going to come and to say he was excited would be an understatement. the way you react to him definitely boosted his ego because you both know for a fact that he's the only one who can make you cum.

"what do you need?" he asked, taking a seat on his hotel bed.

"god, you sound so hot. i need you to talk dirty to me."

"ask me properly and maybe i will."

"fuck— daddy, will you please talk dirty to me?"

you writhed into your sheets, rushing to take off your pyjamas. quinn was finally here and you knew he'd help you out.

"i guess i can, since you asked so nicely.. did you take off your clothes?"

a hum escaped your lips. "not my underwear though."

"i can only imagine how hot you look right now. laying in our bed like the needy little slut you are."

you let out a sharp breath at his words and your fingers trailed down your stomach, ghosting upon your skin. reaching the waistband of your panties, you let your hand slide in and let out a sigh of relief at the contact.

"are you touching yourself?"

"yes, daddy."

"did i give you permission?"

you shook your head. "no but— but i haven't touched my clit yet, i promise. i'm tryna do it like you."

"such a horny girl. you miss me so much you're trying to pretend your fingers are my own."

"please tell me what to do," you whimpered.

your fingers ran along your outer lips, giving no attention to the nub begging for attention.

"run a finger over your pussy. get it all nice and wet for me, hm?"

sparks erupted in your lower stomach. you listened to him immediately, the wetness that's been accumulated throughout the day practically pooling onto your finger as you brought it up and down your entrance.

you felt around, prodding at your hole and moaning at the feeling. bringing your free hand to your chest, you grabbed your boob and rolled your nipple between your fingers.

"q-quinn," you breathed.

"yes, baby?"

"i need more, please."

"good manners," he praised. "touch your clit. however you want but not too fast. make yourself feel good, i want to hear you moan."

within an instant, your fingers were on your clit. simply knowing quinn was on the other end of the line turned you on even more. you'd never done anything like this and the thrill was riveting.

you looked down at your hand in your underwear and threw your head back at the sight. your other hand let go of your nipple and reached down, holding the skin of your mound taut to expose more of your clit.

"you sound so pretty for me. you're doing so well, how are you feeling?" quinn asked, beginning to feel horny himself.

"so— so g-good, ah.. fuck, wish you were here," you replied through pants.

"put a finger inside," he demanded while lightly palming himself through his briefs.

"oh my god," your back arched as you slowly entered a finger inside your cunt.

it didn't feel as good as his. his fingers were bigger, longer and more skilled, but this would have to do. you pumped your finger in and out, your juices making a slick sound with each movement. your other hand remained on your clit, rubbing at just the right pace.

your chest heaved and sweat covered your body while quinn took his cock out of his pants and began stroking himself to the sound of your moans.

"add another finger and curl them up."

a choked sound came out of your mouth when you realized he was pleasuring himself with you. the way his voice sounded was only ever heard in the bedroom, the visual of him running his hand up and down his length and rubbing his thumb over his tip sent you overboard.

adding in another finger, the coil in your stomach started to build. your eyes rolled back, now feeling like quinn was pleasuring you himself. it felt like he was with you.

on the other side of the phone, he jerked himself off, lightly squeezing his cock while pretending it was your pussy clenching around him.

"goodness fuck, y/n. feels so good, s-so damn good, god i love you," he moaned, throwing his head back.

he didn't know how much longer he could go on as he stroked himself, the head turning a raging red as precum dripped out of the slit.

"daddy, daddy— oh fuck," you mumbled incoherently as you curled your fingers upward.

you hit that spongey sweet spot over and over again. your movements quickened and so did his, both of you sounding more needy than ever.

"i'm gonna cum," your face scrunched as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"me too, ah— cum for me."

"fuck, quinn!"

you both let go at the same time, crying out each other's names. quinn's cum painted his abdomen and his hands, milking his cock as he imagined cumming inside you. you shuddered on the bed, fingers slowing down as your powerful release ripped through your body.

panting, you moved your hands from your panties, closing your legs and turning to your phone that laid beside you.

"q-quinn.." you paused to take a breath, unable to speak.

"i know, baby, i know. you did so well, i'm so proud of you," he praised, taking a moment to recover as well.

"you— you too, you did good. thank you, i-i love you," you whisper tiredly, all your energy used up in your activities.

that was the first time you and quinn had phone sex but it definitely wasn't the last.

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[fczco]

fools gold, JJ Maybank

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a.n: i posted this near april this year, but when i deactivated i lost it so I'm posting it again, if you read it and feel it familiar, that's why :) also, english is not my first language so forgive me in advance for any mistake.

words count: 1,3k

warnings: mention of a close relative death, a close relative being very sick.

(not my gif, if it's yours let me know so i can give you credits)

After I finish eating completely alone in the kitchen of my home, I did the dishes and fed Simba, my cat. He was a birthday present from JJ who was also the one who chose the name, and I have to admit that I love it.

Mum was on a trip visiting my grandma who was found very sick and needed help at her house. It has already been over a week since she left and i don't really expect her back in a few more.

As i was opening the freezer to take out the ice cream i had bought today, a sudden but still gentle knock on the front door took me by surprise. I placed the cold plastic box on the kitchen table and walked to the door while they continued to knock.

I slowly opened the door so i could see who was behind it, when i saw my best friend's face i smiled and let him come inside my house.

- "hey Olivia" he said as he stepped inside.

- "hey" i closed the door "what are you doing here? did something happened at home?" i asked fully knowing that he had got into a fight with his dad again, his back was facing my face.

- "the usual" he said as he turned and looked me in the eyes, i just stood there, hands on my waist as i looked at him "what" he smiled.

- "what was it this time?" i went to the kitchen and took two spoons so we both could have some ice cream.

- "I don't even know OI" i smiled at his weird nickname and came out of the kitchen to find him sitting down at the couch and i did the same, "anyways, can i crash here tonight? by the way, where's Simba?" he turned the tv on.

- "he went to my room after i fed him" i gave him one of the spoons and he smiled at me as a thank you, "and of course you can crash here, stay how long you want to".

- "thank you" he opened the ice cream box "when's your mum coming back? i miss her" he took some ice cream with the spoon and took it to his mouth.

-"i miss her too" i copied his actions "i wish i knew, i haven't talked to her in like two days, signal has been pretty shitty in the island lately" i licked my lips that tasted as cookies due to the exquisite ice cream, "grandma is really sick, at this point we are just waiting".

- "for what?" he asked as he looked at me.

- "for her to die, i guess" my voice cracked a little as i said that and he noticed, JJ took the ice cream box and put it on the little table besides the couch.

I looked at him as he came closer to me and hugged me tightly, i hugged him back.

- "I'm ok, i promise" i said while we broke the hug, he started searching in my eyes any sign of tears, but there were none, "you know i never really got to know her, she never liked mum moving here with my dad".

-"i know, you told me the story" he just kept staring at me.

- "stop staring at me, it makes me uncomfortable" i nervously laughed and turn away.

- "i make you uncomfortable?" he asked.

- "no, your firmly stare does" i glanced at him, he hadn't stop looking at me yet.

- "'firmly stare? all those books you've read make you talk weird" he scrunched his nose.

- "they don't, you're the one who doesn't talk properly" now i was looking at him.

- "stop firmly looking at me you make me uncomfortable" he joked and i just blanked my eyes at him and pulled out my middle finger.

- "suck my ass" i said.

- "look at you! so sassy suddenly!" he laughed and i just ignored him "c'mon don't ignore me" i didn't even glance at him "i see how it goes".

I thought he had give up but i found out i was wrong when he started tickling me.

- "you bitch!" i said between little laughs "stop" but he didn't "JJ STOP" he just kept tickling "i fucking hate you" there was when he stopped.

- "no you don't" he stated, looking kinda offended.

- "yes i do" i said while i stared at him, his face went completely neutral.

- "you know? that's a pity" he crossed his arms and his muscles tensed under his white short sleeve t-shirt.

- "why?" i asked being actually intrigued by it.

- "because i love you" he said and looked deep into my eyes.

- "i love you too JJ, you know that! i was just joking so you would stop tickling me" i giggled a little.

- "no, not like that" he bit his bottom lip and looked down.

- "what do you mean?" i tried to make him look at me again but he kept avoiding eye contact.

- "i really love you" part of me knew what he was talking about but the other part couldn't actually believe it "i am in love with you" he finally looked at me, waiting for an answer i couldn't give because i was shocked, "great, i've ruined everything" he said as he ran his hands through his hair and got up, i just kept looking at him, "i should get going".

He was already walking towards the door when it hit me. I got up and ran the few meters between us and turned him by his arm once i reached the door.

I was staring at his lips as i tried to talk but couldn't manage to say a single word. So i kissed him, he responded almost instantly and placed his hands on both my cheeks as i did in the back of his neck. After a few seconds we pulled away and he pressed his forehead against mine.

- "you don't have an idea of how long I've been waiting for this" he said with his eyes still closed.

- "me too" i answered while i gently placed my left hand on his jaw, he smiled to that.

- "i just-" he stopped mid sentence "i just know how afraid you're of relationships of any kind" he opened his eyes and looked into mine, "and to be honest i do too, i don't commit to stuff and you know that".

- "of course i do" i smiled trying to calm him.

- "I don't want to hurt you Ol, as well as i don't want you to hurt me".

- "JJ, i can play the tough part sometimes but you know I wouldn't hurt a bug, even less you".

- "i could still hurt you and i would never forgive myself if that happens".

- "let's sit down" i grabbed his hand and we sat down together on the couch again, "listen, i don't have any memories of which you're not in, I've known you for God knows how long and I've been in love with you for a few years now, i know every little secret about you, or at least i like to think i do" we both laughed, "what i'm trying to say is that there's no fucking way-" he interrupted me.

- "stop cursing you little kid" he pointed a finger at me.

- "alright, what i was trying to say is that there's no way, there's literally nothing you can do that would make me hate you or at least want to" he laid down on the couch, positioning his head on my legs.

- "there's nothing you could do to make me hate you either" he looked at me with one eye while he scrunched the other one and smiled, "am i still able to stay here?"

- "of course you're you fool bitch" he got up from my lap and grabbed my face with his hands.

-"i told you to stop cursing!" he laughed.

- "why don't you want me to curse?!" i asked as i giggled.

- "because it makes me want to kiss you".

- "and who says you can't?" he smiled at my answer and kissed me again.

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hope you liked it :)

[bloody-maiden]

I did the elevator ritual. I think something followed me home. I haven't slept properly in days.

Hi NoSleep! Makayla again. The feedback on the hooded man honestly blew me away, thank you for showing such an interest! Glad to see me endangering my sanity is entertaining people. (I’m absolutely joking).

Link to the Hooded Man ritual I did on Wednesday night:http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/2mxfmk/so_i_did_the_hooded_man_ritual/

So, like two comments told me to do the elevator ritual, and I’d honestly never heard of it before this, and I was seriously intrigued. Read up on it, and it honestly didn’t need that much preparation so I figured it’d be quick and simple. It was honestly one of the most nerve wracking things I’ve done. (I did on Friday night and had every intention of uploading this on Sunday night, but shit broke loose).

To anyone who isn’t familiar to the game, should probably read this: http://blahknow.blogspot.ca/2013/08/games-you-dont-want-to-play-3.html

There is an apartment building about a five minute walk away from my house and it has 20 floors, so finding a building wasn’t an issue. I started walking there around 4:30am, since I didn’t want anyone to up and around and using the elevator. That would be a bitch to be honest. Everything was dark and silent and getting in wasn’t a problem. There was like one security guard outside the gates, but he didn’t seem to care much since I’m a tame looking 20 year old white girl; probably looked like I was coming back from a late Friday night party. Summonin’ demons n shit in your general vicinity, son.

There were stairs on the right and three elevators on the left, and everything was quiet. I got into one of the elevators (the one in the middle) and did the 4-2-6-2-10-5 combo, I won’t bore you with the details. When the elevator stopped at the 5th floor, I had to hold in a fucking scream because the “girl” was standing there almost in my face, and I had to try really, really hard not to stare her right in the fucking face. She wasn’t even a girl, she was more of a halo of dark energy that glowed really brightly, if that makes sense. I don’t remember much about her which is pretty fucking weird. She was wearing a dress of some sort though and had short dark hair.

I’ve done Ouija boards, I’ve done rituals, hell, I didn’t even panic like this during the Hooded Man, but being in that elevator with that girl made me internally freak out like nothing else. I shakily pressed one, and boom, the elevator started going up to the 10th floor. And instead of being relieved that I was doing it right, it made me panic for no fucking reason. The doors opened, right on the hallway of the 10th floor. I’ve never seen it before, in normal circumstances, but it was so…dark. I couldn’t see the end of the corridor, but right at the very end, I could see this strange dark glowing light. I shakily stepped foot out of the elevator, and in my head, all I could hear was a stupid whiny girl’s voice going, ‘Where are you going, Makayla?’

Of course the ritual said to ignore it, so I did, and leaving the girl standing there, I started walking down the hallway. As I progressed further past, the glowing light at the end of the hallway illuminated the space around me. The apartment doors on either side of me were rusted shut, like they hadn’t been opened in years, and as my eyes focused to the stupid darkness, I figured out that the red light was in fact a glowing cross. Not the Jesus crucification cross, but like, an addition sign if anything.

It was uneventful, for the most part, but the air was heavy with something, and it was making me really fucking antsy. Also, it felt like, the more I walked towards the cross, the more it grew away from me. I was pretty fucking determined to get to it, until those stupid doors started banging and rattling and knocking and it was the most terrifying fucking thing, fuck my life. No ritual has ever made me book it to the elevator like this one. Thank god, I took care to take the one I came in, because I couldn’t think straight at the time. This might even sound rushed because I don’t know what the fuck I was doing, I just wanted out. I don’t even want to write about it. I reached it fairly quickly, and I swear to god, I fucking stabbed that call button like nothing else. It took like ten fucking decades to show up, and those doors didn’t stop rattling until I was inside the elevator and hazily doing the combo.

I have never been more relieved to reach that first fucking floor. Everything looked normal, no more heavy air, no more darkness, security guard was still there, and yet I couldn’t stop fucking panicking. I ran home so fucking fast, and I know it sounds embarrassing now, because I didn’t even do anything, but I could not stop crying. I think the guard thought I was on something.

I got home, I watched a movie to make myself feel better. I even started writing the first part of this post, so if the first part sounds…cheerier than the second, it’s because I wasn’t as terrified then, as I am now. I even remember replying to someone’s reddit comment, saying I had done the ritual and I was alive and well and would write about it the following day.

I think I passed out around 7? Because I don’t remember falling asleep.

I woke up on that floor.

It was so fucking terrifying because I had been on my couch, and the ritual had said that if you made it home you wouldn’t be taken back, but yet there I was, passed out in that stupid carpeted hallway, with the air heavy around me, and no sunlight anywhere. There was no cross, but the panic I felt was like nothing fucking else, and I swear to god I’ve never run home this fast.

I didn’t even want to remember it, I didn’t want to write about it, I didn’t want to do anything, which is why I procrastinated making a post for so long. Something about this ritual fucking unhinged me, and although nothing happened the second time, just waking up there made me fucking nope. Today I finally built up the nerve to write about it, and I feel a bit better now, but I’m so fucking panicky and I feel so followed by something and I have no idea why. There’s nothing THERE. I haven’t slept properly since Sunday night, I feel like there’s someone looking at me all the time, and I want it to STOP.

A lot of people wanted me to do the midnight man, 3 kings and hide and seek alone, and I had plans to do the midnight man tonight, but after how shaken I still am, I think I’ll hold these off until the end of the week.

Thank you for the feedback, thank you for reading.

MAKE IT STOP. MAKE IT STOP. I FEEL LIKE SOMETHING'S GOING TO JUMP ME I FEEL LIKE THERE'S SOMEONE IN MY HOUSE, EVEN THOUGH IM HOME ALONE. STOPSTOSPTOP.

by reddit user Makayladoesrituals (Source)