#three insdie up

[tradesenseinstitute]

Learn with us the structure of these patterns, where they are found, how to confirm them, and most importantly how to trade with them.

Which involves:

Where you can take an entry position in the market,

Where you can put the stop loss,

And at what point an exit can be beneficial.

Three outside up, three outside down, three inside up, and three inside down patterns are the most commonly used candlestick patterns in technical analysis. As the name suggests they are three candlestick patterns and often signal trend reversal.  Either a bullish reversal or a bearish reversal. The appearance of these patterns indicates that the market's trend either upward or downwards is going to change....

#Chart patterns #Price action trading #Trading basics #Technical analysis #Candlestick patterns #Support and resistance #Reversal patterns #three outside up #three outside down #three insdie up #trend reversal

[indiee19]

Tonight There’ll Be Some Love

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You and Alex are 16 and lose your virginity to each other.

warnings: smut, fingering

word count: 2817

A/N: Oh my god, I wrote this in two hours, I’m so proud of myself. Also , I realized how many times I said, “you nodded,” when I was proofreading, so don’t mind that

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You watched the clock in your bedroom impatiently, excitedly waiting for Alex to get there. Your parents had left to go on a trip for their anniversary for the weekend, so you invited Alex over. You had been waiting for them to go on a trip again, since the last trip they went on was only for a couple of hours a few months ago.

You and Alex had only been dating for about three months when your parents' last trip was, you and Alex were kissing when they came home and immediately had to pull away in fear that they'd find you two like that and not allow you two  to be alone together again.

You heard a car pull up in the driveway, Alex was finally here. You got up from your bed, hurrying down the stairs and opening the door, watching Alex's face light up once he saw you. 

"Hey," you said, pulling Alex in for a hug. He looked adorable, his brown hair slightly messed up, more than likely where he had been running his hand through it, his nerves getting the best of him before leaving his house to come here like they always did. He had on a pair of black pants, and a white and black striped collared shirt and a jacket.

"Hey, love. C-can I come in?" he said, pulling away from the hug. You nodded and stepped to the side, allowing him to come in, closing and locking the door. He took off his jacket, laying it on the couch.

"You hungry?" you asked, going to the kitchen. He shook his head, following you. You started making tea, putting water in the kettle, and placing the kettle on the stovetop. Alex wrapped his arms around you as you made the tea, hugging you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. Your mind started going through a thought you'd had earlier when you called Alex to ask if he wanted to come over, though you quickly pushed it away, for the moment at least.

You turned around and kissed him. It took Alex a moment to process this, though it wasn't the first time that you two kissed, it was the first time that you'd been fully confident kissing him, the first time that you made the first move.

Alex pulled away, holding you by the waist. "Love, the kettle," Alex pointed out. You quickly turned around, turning off the stove though you knew that the kettle hadn't been on the stove long enough. 

You turned back around and starred onto his chocolate brown eyes. 

"Do you want to go to my room and ... watch ... watch a movie?" you asked, running your hands up and down his arms. He nodded and let go of your waist, following you upstairs  to your bedroom. Alex sat on your bed, getting comfy. He watched as you went to the cabinet that your TV was on, looking through all of the movies you had.

You scanned over the movie titles, your eyes coming back to The Notebook over and over again. You picked it up off the shelf, turning around to show Alex. 

"What about The Notebook?" you questioned, holding it up so he could see it. He nodded, not caring what movie you were watching. You smiled and took the DVD out of the case and put it in the DVD player that was connected to your TV.

You pressed play on the remote and walked back to your bed, turning off the lamp so that you could see the movie better and cuddled up to Alex's side, his arms wrapping around you, laying your head on his shoulder, your arms also wrapping around his slim body.

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You and Alex hadn't made it but thirty minutes into the movie before you and Alex started to kiss, Alex's tongue slipping past your lips, exploring your mouth, his hands on your waist, yours around his neck. 

You fumbled for the remote beside you, pausing the movie, somehow managing to turn the lamp back on.

Alex pulled you into his lap, his lips never once leaving yours. His hands started to wonder up your body, stopping at your breasts. You gasped and pulled away, getting off of his lap and the bed. He opened his eyes and looked at you, getting up from the bed as well. 

"Love, I-I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to-" you cut him off, kissing him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled away and started kissing down his jaw then to his neck, settling on a spot a sucking on it, starting a hickey. Alex groaned, tilting his head to the side to allow you to have more access to his neck.

Once you were positive that a bruise had formed, you moved away from him, sitting down on your bed. He crawled over your legs, straddling you, pushing you down to be flat on your back, attaching his lips to your neck, your eyes shutting. He settled on a spot just below your ear, your hands going straight into his fluffy brown hair, tugging on it, a raspy moan falling from his lips.

"God, Alex. Fuck me," you breathed out. Alex lifted his head, looking at you with his insanely adorable eyes. You opened your eyes, starring into his fixating gaze.

"W-what did you say, love?" he asked. He didn't mean for it to sound rude, and you knew that, it just caught you of guard that he asked since you didn't mean for him to hear it, and it had also caught him off guard since you were both virgins.

"I said ... I said that I wanted you to fuck me," you said, lowering your voice when you said the last part, your face flushing with embarrassment. Alex got off from on top of you, sitting on the bed beside you, you sitting up.

"I'm sorry, Al. I know that you've never done that before a-and neither have I. And as much as I want to do it with you, I know I shouldn't have said that and I wasn't thinking," you apologized. You expected him to leave and expected that he wouldn't want to talk to you for a while, but instead, he kissed you. It was short and sweet, not like the one that you'd had only a couple of minutes ago.

"It's okay, love," he said, looking at your shirt you had one, slightly pulling on it. "Can I take this off of you?" 

You nodded and lifted your arms up so that he could pull the shirt over your head, throwing it to the floor. He starred at your chest for a moment before you reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, the straps falling down your shoulders, throwing it to the floor.

Alex moved one of his hands to massage your breasts in it, then taking off his shirt and throwing it down with your shirt and bra. You shimmied out of your shorts, helping Alex unbutton and take off his pants, adding them to the growing pile of clothes in your bedroom floor.

You laid back on your bed, Alex crawling back over you. His hand brushing back a strand of hair that fell into your face, his hand trailing down to above the waistband of your panties, the ache between your legs forming and growing at a very fast rate.

"Can i?" he asked, not wanting to do anything to upset or hurt you, a little scared himself. You nodded, eyes shutting when his fingers made contact with your clit, a small whimper escaping your lips. He caught on to your reaction and started rubbing small, slow circles on your clit, enjoying the whimpers that came out of your mouth. 

"Does that feel good, love?" he teased, suddenly gaining an immense amount of confidence that only turned you on even more, Alex laughing slightly. He moved his fingers from your clit, teasing your folds now, spreading the wetness around.

"God, you're so wet, love. All for me?" he drawled, fingers finding your entrance, spreading around your wetness there as well. You nodded and began to roll your hips onto his hand, desperate to get some friction, even if it was smallest amount of it.

He pushed one finger inside of your cunt, curling it inside you, stroking your walls. 

"A-add another," you breathed out.

"Are you sure, love?" he responded. You nodded and Alex watched your face, watching your reaction when he added a second finger, watching the immense amount of pleasure that he was giving you.

He started pumping his fingers in and out of you, setting a pace, his thumb grazing your clit, rubbing gentle circles on it in rhythm with his fingers. You felt a knot form in your stomach, knowing that it wouldn't take much for you to come undone.

Alex curled his fingers deep insdie of you, a loud moan falling from your lips. "Do that again, Al," you said. He smirked and repeated the motion, watching the pleasure that your facial expression  showed. You started to roll your hips onto his hand, craving more friction.

"Have you done this before, you know ... like ... on your own?" Alex asked, his head falling down on your neck, placing soft kisses to it.

"Y-yeah,"" you replied, your voice trailing off into a moan as he had curled his fingers inside you again.

"What do you think about, love?" he said, kissing up your jaw, then back down to your collarbone. "I-I think about you," you admitted, hands pulling on his hair, twisting it between your fingers.

"Naughty, naughty. Can I tell you something?" he said, moving his kisses down to your breasts, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster, rubbing on your clit harsher. "Sometimes I fantasize about you too."

He pulled away from your breasts, his free arm holding him up, starring deeply into your eyes. You looked him up and down, noticing that he was hard through his boxers, moving your hand to palm him through his underwear, reaching inside them, lightly stroking his cock. Alex groaned in response, suddenly curling his fingers deep inside of you, flicking your clit, tipping you over the edge. He watched as your eyes rolled back into your head, watching you as the waves of pleasure washed over your entire body, the feeling was euphoric. He kept moving his fingers in and out of you, helping you ride out your orgasm.

You came down from your high, whimpering at the empty feeling that was left when Alex pulled his fingers out of you, you took your hand out of his boxers to stop stroking him, using it to cup the back of his neck and kiss him.

You started to pull down his boxers, Alex stopping you. 

"Are you sure you want to do this, love?" he asked, even though he wanted to go through with it, he still wanted to make sure that you were also on board. You nodded, and he pulled down your panties just far enough so that you could kick them off into the floor, you doing the same for him. You looked down at his cock, worrying if it would hurt or if he would even be able to fit in you.

"Wait, do you have ... a ... a condom?" he asked, not wanting to worry about if you were on the pill or not.

"Yeah, bedside drawer. A friend gave it to me," you said. He laughed and reached over to the drawer, fishing the condom out of it, pulling the silver packet out of it and closed the drawer. He ripped the packet open, rolling the condom down on his long, thick cock, tugging himself a few times before finding and lining himself up with your entrance.

You felt his tip at your entrance and your hand gripped onto his shoulder, waiting for him to push inside you.

"Ready?" he questioned. You nodded and he slowly started to push into you.

You tried to relax, knowing that it the feeling would get better, but the feeling of his cock stretching your walls brought a few tears to your eyes, which Alex immediately noticed.

"I'm so sorry, love," he said, pulling out of you, wiping the tears that had formed in your eyes.

"Wait, no, Alex. It's alright, I'll be okay," you said. You knew that the stinging feeling would go away eventually, or that's what your friend told you at least and you wanted this, like really, really wanted this.

"You sure, because I don't want to 'urt you," he replied. You nodded and he sighed, lining himself with your entrance again, pushing in slowly, stopping in between his small pushes to make sure that you were okay.

Once he was hilt deep inside you, his head fell on your shoulder, placing kisses on it. 

"You feel s-so good, love," he groaned. He was waiting for you to tell him what to do, not wanting to do anything that you weren't ready for or do anything that you didn't want him to do. His hands were either side of your head, holding him up above you. He reveled in the feeling of your walls stretching to accomendate to his size.

"Alex, can you move?" you asked. He nodded and slowly pulled almost all the way out of you before pushing back in, setting a pace, the stinging feeling slowly going away after a couple of thrusts.

You loosened your grip on Alex's shoulder, moving your hands to his biceps, eyes shutting automatically. Alex's pace gradually got faster, one of his hands coming down between your bodies to rub on your clit in sync with his thrusts.

Your moans filled your room, as did Alex's moans and grunts. You felt as if you were in another world, the feeling, as I had said earlier, euphoric. Alex delivered a particularly hard thrust which compelled him to kiss you passionately.

"God, Alex, faster," you moaned. He smirked, following your request, picking up his pace, rubbing your clit more vigorously. You knew that you were close, the knot forming in your stomach again and growing rapidly.

"A-Alex, I'm close," you whimpered, hands moving from his biceps to his hair, pulling on it.

"I know, love, m-me too," he groaned, determined to get you there before him, needing to feel you come around his cock in order to get there himself.

Three more thrusts and Alex pressing down harshly on your clit was all it took for you to be sent spiraling.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, the waves of pleasure washing over you, you felt as if you were on cloud nine. Your own release triggering Alex's, the feeling of your walls contracting around his cock enough for him to get there. He stilled his thrusts, releasing into the condom. He collapsed on top of you, the both of you panting heavily, your breathing uneven.

Alex pulled out of you, getting up off of the bed, walking to the door. "I'll be right back, love," he said, walking down the hall to the bathroom. You laid in the same spot, trying to get your breathing under control, trying to wrap your mind around what had just happened, you'd just had sex with Alex, still not believing it.

Alex came back, grabbing his underwear off your bedroom floor, putting them back on, handing you his shirt and your panties, helping you put them on, climbing back into the bed with you.

"Wow ... that just happened," Alex stated, wrapping his arm around you, pressing a few light kisses to your neck.

"Heh, yeah, it did," you said, still trying to fully grasp the reality of it. "So, how about we finish the movie and then go get food?" you asked.

"Yeah, sounds good. Don't know if I'll make through the movie though. Fucking you wore me out," he chuckled, you laughed, kissing the top of his head as he'd nuzzled into your neck.

"Dont fall asleep during the movie, you can do that after it's over and after we go get food," you said, reaching over him for the remote, turning The Notebook back on.

"We don’t have to go get food, there's something in here that I'd like to eat and I'm sure that I could find you something to suck on," he said, though you couldn’t see him, you knew that he had that stupidly hot, cocky smirk plastered on his face. What he had said made you laugh again. "You really are something else, Al," you laughed. 

"Yeah, but that's why you love me."

"You're right, Al, I do love you," you said, kissing his lips, then turning back to watch the movie, Alex doing the same.

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #jamie cook #matt helders #alex turner arctic monkeys #alex turner smut #smut #alex turner x reader #fanfic #alex turner fanfic #fanfiction #alex turner fluff #wpsiatwin #the view from the afternoon #fetus Alex #2002 Alex

[colossal-fallout]

Alright I'm stepping up and asking for titan annie smut with s/o (its kinda important in smut so let's say reader had male genitalia). Also take all the time u need sweetie ❤

This is my first time writing something like this, so I hope it's okay. Also sorry it's late had loads going on irl.

In this fic, titans have sexual organs. Please Gimmie feedback on this one, whoever requested it ❤️

Hope you enjoy it.

M! Reader X Titan Annie

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ Smut. Monster fucking.

You couldn't believe your ears when you heard your lover mutter those words in a strained admission. Your head went fuzzy and your body numb as the same sentence rang around your ears over and over again.

"I'm the female Titan."

That was three days ago, and to be honest, your world was still shaken. She'd explained everything; the reason she was here. Her mission. Your brain was still stuck at the first stage of the cycle of grief - denial.

You'd told her you needed space, to clear your head. A kiss sealing your promise of not exposing her. Her reasons were somewhat justified. You were just relieved she wasn't a cold blooded murderer, slaughtering people with no rhyme or reason.

Seventy-two hours since the news and she'd arranged to meet you deep within a forest inside wall rose; far away from any witnesses.

Far away from any hope of a saviour should things take a turn.

Your heart ascended into your throat when you entered the arranged clearing and your eyes were met with two huge clear blue ponds staring back at you.

The female Titan was on all fours, chin to the ground showing submission like some giant dog in a play-bow. Except her saddened eyes expressed a lot less than excitement.

"A-Annie...?" You croak, your body freezing and tensing.

A low growl of confirmation rumbles her, the hot breath from her nostrils pushing back your hood. Your hand auto grabs it back, pulling it off your head entirely as if without it on your head would get you a better view of what was before you.

She had told you. But a part of you refused to believe it. Until now.

You walk around her timidly, hand grazing along her Titan flesh as you would walking around marveling at a new car.

"So, this..." You frown taking it all in. "Is your Titan form, huh?"

She bows her head once in a nod, her eyes being the only thing else to move as she follows your movements.

Your heart suddenly sinks. Here she is, baring her soul to you and all you did for three days was refuse to even believe it.

"I'm sorry, baby." You sigh continuing your journey down her side. "I shouldn't have pushed you away."

Her eyes close, accepting your apology humbly.

"Woah."

Her eyes open when you gasp, now behind her and gazing up at this huge yet beautiful pussy hovering above you.

Her Titan form might not be capable of blushing; but her human form sure was as she lowers her pelvis slightly to allow you a closer look.

It was like being in a sauna with the heat rolling off of it, engulfing you with its beautiful scent - one so undeniably delicious you couldn't help but notice your mouth begining to salivate.

"Have you ever...? A a Titan...?"

She looks around, shaking her head.

A smirk spreads across your face.

"Let me... Make it up to you."

You grab two large handfuls of her ass, the full feeling in your palms as well as knowing there was still plenty more to give attention to was already begining to stir your dick awake.

She mewls, rumbling the air around you both as you press your face into her warm flesh, you entire body caressing and squeezing everything it could with such greedy glee.

"Fuck..." You breathe, lowering your head and walking under her pubic bone to her colossal clit.

A high pitched grumble escapes her as you open your mouth and suck her clit, there still being enough of it to caress with your hands and massage it - kneeding with your fingers and squeezing it against you.

You flinch in surprise when you feel a warm, sticky substance begin to drizzle over you. Looking up you see her arousal leaking from her insdies, coating you in her natural lubricant.

"Fuck Annie."

You didn't know what it was, but something about this awakened something in you. Something absolutely ferral and hysterical.

You return to what you were doing, working her flesh with more haste, making out with and groaning against her clit. It was extremely difficult for her not to move and squirm with pleasure, but she didn't want to crush her lover, so instead she dug her large fingertips into the dirt, her eyes pleading and lips parting in a large exhale.

You could hardly take how full you felt - your mouth stuffed with her flesh as well as your arms and entire body squishing into this large bud, more around you to grab and suck and now, dry hump, as you feel like you've died and gone to heaven.

You groan as more fluid trickles down, soaking your cloak, the sound of it splashing against the grass behind you went unnoticed - hastily unzipping your trousers and pulling out your now throbbing cock, not able to handle the overloading senses.

Looking up, you see her peering down at yoi from below her breasts, her large Titan teeth clamping down on her bottom lip.

You didn't know where to start, where to go next as you slowly stroke yourself, rubbing your face against her swollen clit, making out with it sloppily.

A desperate whine emits from her, signalling she was close to her orgasm. You couldn't lie, you were a little apprehensive making her orgasm while you were underneath her. But you'd figured if you could pick a way to die, being crushed by a giant slit while making it climax would probably be the best way to die.

Your pace quickens, the liquid dripping down now more thick and in larger quantities while you work her, now thrusting and rubbing your dick against her deliciously warm flesh.

"Fuck!" You bark, your oozing pre cum not even a small splash upon her as you continue your movements.

You hear her insides clenching together loudly above you, squelching and slopping, trying to grab a hold of anything it could as she begins to tumble off the edge of sanity.

Her fingers sink deeper into the soil as she orgasms, her scream loud and frightening; making nearby birds flutter off in a panic. But you didn't care, you were too preoccupied with the gush of fluid now drenching you, your hair soaked as you continue to rub your swollen head against her. The liquid is warm and pleasant, never did you think you'd be this drenched in pussy juice, the beautiful smell making your eyes roll as you continue to now thrust yourself between two folds of her skin.

Your movements and groans get desperate, this new experience proving too much to handle in one round, your mind already wondering where you were going to mark her with your white mess. You don't have much time to think as another large drip down onto you pushes you into the ether + your eyes roll as you cum, your roar louder than any other time you'd came before in your life. Full, stuffed, warm, soaking and having so much more to fuck and do to her had your knees buckle as you splurge across her, your grip so tight you begin to tremble.

You pant, your comedown from your high hitting you hard. You were going to recover and fuck every inch of this beautiful creature, covering her in all the mess you could as her liquids seep into your mouth.

#snk #attack on titan #snk imagines #snk season 4 #snk fandom #annie leonhart #annie x reader #attack on titan annie #snk annie #annie snk #aot smut #snk smut

[thanatosisactuallythanatoes]

Characters: A collection of my Quotes

Sakusa, chanting in the kitchen at three am: tasty posion, tasty posion

Bokuto, to the tune of the peel banana songs from summer camp: So I was like, Ignore the blood, Ig-nore the blood, I said ignore the blood

Atsumu: Add that's how i managaed to get a stick up my nose

Kageyama, wheezing: this is revenge for the racoon thing right?

Osamu: the cheese milk incident was a few months ago, can i please have my sink privliges back?

Hinata, taling about Brazil and using an insdie joke: she made us sit on ants

Oikawa, looking at sudents walking in line: You have them trained well, he needs some work though

(this is my sister's quote but)

Iwaizumi: Good nighth I am sunburnt

Akaashi, mixing chocolate milk with a fork: I have become the one person I hate....my sister

#incorect quote #incorrect haikyuu quotes #sakusa kiyoomi #miya osamu #guess who isn't doing their homework #me #the ants thing is a refernce to lunch with my german teacher #lunch is fun #we were on top of the hill #same with the student thing #both teachers laughed

[smol-lyris]

One year before Black Swan Bay incident

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The snowflakes slowly made their way down to the ground, covering it in a thick coat of white, it wasn't a rare sight here in Black Swan Bay, we're in Siberia after all, and it hardly ever stopped snowing, It was a beautiful evening, It was Christmas and Lyris couldn't be more excited.

The flames danced in the fireplace making smooth crackles, Lyris sat down by the fire to pick up the kettle where she was heating up water for the tea, she poured the water into three cups and added tea bags, the fourth cup on the tray had a glass of warm milk.

She picked up the tray and placed it on the floor right near her bed when the three other girls came insdie the cabin, the door opened and Miyuki was the first to walk in, carrying a big box with a little pink ribbon on top:"Oh it's so warm in here~! Merry Christmas Lyris!"

Renata followed her, holding Vera's little hand, Lyris got up from the ground:"Merry Chirstmas! I warmed the rooom up specially for you girls! let's enjoy this beautiful evening! I made tea! and Milk for you Vera!"

The little girl giggled and ran straight to her warm milk, Renata seated herself on the bed while Miyuki chose to sit on the floor with Vera, Lyris grabbed the guitar and made her way back to sit by Renata who looked at Miyuki and asked:" Shouldn't we ask Khorkina to join us? it's a girls-only evening after all!"

The black haired girl shrugged:" I kind of had a fight her this morning, and if I see her again we'll probably argue again and ther might be blood."

Renata's blue eyes widened:" It's Christmas! we're not supposed to make any trouble!"

Miyuki shrugged again:" I wasn't the one being a jerk"

Lyris giggeld at the statement:" alright now, let's just relax and have our nice warm drinks!"

"What about presents?!" Vera protested with a pout:" It's Christmas! we need to open presents!"

"That's right!" Miyuki cheered:" I have a present for you Vera!"

The little girl's eyes glimmered in excitement as she followed Miyuki towards the box she had with her when she came in, Miyuki put the box in Vera's hands:" Merry Chirstmas Vera!"

The little blonde giggled in excitement, carried the box above her head and started skipping around the room:" I got my first present! I got my first present!"

"Come here and open it!" asked her Renata, who looked even more curious about the present than Vera who sat on the floor again next to the bed and started opening the box.

"It's a doll house!" she announced happily. "and there are little animal plushies!"

"I made them myself!" Miyuki announced proudly:" needle felting comes very useful, do you like it?!"

"I love it!!" cried Vera as she ran towards Miyuki and hugged her tightly.

Lyris grabbed her guitar and walked back to her bed:" my present to you guys is this little song I composed!" she sat down:" it's not the best but I'm proud of it!"

"well let's hear it!" Renata cheered with little clapping with her hands.

Lyris's fingers carrased the strings of the guiar skillfully, beautiful soft music filled the air, to Renata the music was incredibly relaxing, she gently closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift with the music, to Vera and Miyuki it was the perfect background music for the little story they were making with the needle felted animal family and their dollhouse.

It was the most beautiful Christmas night they could wish for, and it was well needed, in the morning Herzog will start training them again and their daily routine will return, but tonight was just the four girls, the beautiful music, the warmth of the fireplace and the taste of the warm drinks.

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Okay we all agreed that I have the writing skill of a cabbage but @crabby-abby encouraged me to post this along with the painting so here you go and I hope you like it !!! ^^

#dragon raja fanart #fanart #dragon raja #soul dancer #lyris #artists on tumblr #art #digital art #digital painting

[coryhqq]

AN AUDITION

LOCATION: Cory’s Bedroom

DATE & TIME: 12 February 2018. 5 pm.

TAGGING: N/A

cory had known that this moment was coming, pun completely intended. he'd known it when he felt his toes curl, when his abdominal muscles and tightened, and his back had arched off the mattress. he'd known when he felt his testicles retract and as his cock started to spurt cum onto his chest all he'd done was moan. sean hadn't stopped thrusting though, the other guy hadn't missed a beat even in the moments before cory had started to cum, when cory had been reduced to whimpers and squirming under the other guy. cory had been impressed. his back was only off the sheets for a moment, but even after cory felt his back make contact with them again he could feel how cold they'd become against the heat of his body. sean lasted for what felt an eternity after cory's own orgasm, and as sean buried himself one final time inside of him cory grinned.

                                                          ***

he had tried three times to start recording this, but each time he'd tried as soon as sean had pressed the record button cory's nerves had gotten the best of him and he'd been reduced to a pile of laughter. there wasn't anything comedic about what was happenening. aside from the fact that at twenty-eight he thought he was going to break into the porn industry. he was pretty sure that if he had brought that up to the men that had adopted him they would have used that supportive tone that still let a person know that they thought they were making the wrong decision. and hell, even if someone had told him a year ago that this was what he'd be spending a monday night doing with his life he probably would have laughed them off.

during his college years he'd often joked about doing something like this, about making a sex tape at least. it had never happened though, and maybe that was for the best. now though everything was real and that was settling heavier on his shoulder in a way that he hadn't fully expected.

cory took a deep breath and let it out slowly and cracked his neck before he motioned for sean that it was okay to start recording. this time he was able to keep a straight face. "hello, the name is cory berry... this is my audition tape."

he could still feel the butterflies moving in his stomach even as he motioned for sean to step into the frame. somehow though as he pulled down his friend's zipper and pulled out the cock that sean loved to talk about he was able to forget about the camera. he only glanced at it once, partially to remind himself of what was actually happening and partially to double check that they were both in frame. once he knew that they were good he grinned as he gave sean's cock a couple strokes. the sound of the moans was enough to ground him again.

cory hadn't been surprised that sean had chosen to go commando. if he had thought about it more he might have thought about how sensible it was. the last thing he wanted to do was lose himself in his thoughts. instead he did his best to think about anything other than the dslr camera that was trained on his face as he took the mushroomshaped head of sean's cock into his mouth. honestly he could see why sean never seemed to stop talking about his dick. it was thick, but no so thick that as cory's nose found itself buried in the man's neatly trimmed pubes he felt that his jaw was going to break. as cory started to bob his head he was already imagining how good it woul feel once it was inside of him.

he didn't know how much time had passed before sean and grabbed his hair and was pulling him away from his cock. it only took a look to see what sean wanted and cory grinned as he moved from the edge of the bed, scooting more toward the middle. at some point along the way cory felt sean pulling off his black briefs and suddenly cory knew that he was fully exposed for whoever would wind up seeing this video. he didn't think about that though, instead he insinctively reached for the bottle of lube and tossed it toward the othe rmale.

sean was almost as impatient to be insdie of him as cory was desperate to have him. of all of cory's friends sean had always been the one willing to do this. and perhaps that was for the best, even as to fingers quickly pressed into him. cory shifted on the bed, unsure how he was meant to make this part look sexy, cursing himself for not thinking to take care of the prep himslef before they'd started rolling. "just fuck me already," cory said, his voice thicker now than when it had just been him talking the camera, the need palpaable between him.

"fuck.." cory cursed. his hands were clutching the sheets under him, his eyes closed. the rality of sean's cock wasn't anything like how he'd imagined. sean gave him an moment to adjust before he started to slam into him. even with that it still took cory a few extra moments to really get used to what was happening.

eventually cory started to moan. he wasn't sure when the first one escaped his mouth, but once it started it was hard for him to stop. after the first few minutes he pressed his hand firmly against sean's stomach and the man had stopped, letting cory readjust so that he could settle in the boy's lap. "shoulda done this sooner," cory whispered as he slowly started torto ride his friend's cock.

everything after that was something of a blur. he remembered feeling sean's hands agains thim, pushing his back down onto the mattress. the longer the fucking went on the more forecul the thrusts had started to feel, and then his toes had started to curl.

                                                          ***

after getting fucked like that cory could have just alid there, but he knew that he had to stop the recording, no one wanted to see that at the end, and so after a few moments after sean had climaxed he chuckled as the guy rolled to the side and made way for cory to make his way back to the edge of the bed.

"guess you know what i can do now..." cory said with another chuckle. the butterflies in his stomach had been drown in sean's cum and for once he felt comfortable in front of the camera. "i never thought that i'd do this... never thought i'd be sitting in front of a camera while cum dried in my best hair, but my life is sorta in a rut and i dunno... maybe wanting to get out of a rut is bad reason to get into this kind of business, but i'm not stupid. i don't want to die having led a boring life and i think that i'd be a good fit with your site. if not, well hopefully you enjoyed this half as much as i did." cory grinned for a moment after he finished speaking. after that he stood and brought his hand up to cover the lens before he pressed the button to end the recording.

#p #p: self #video content

[liifetaker]

//Kira’s house is like a mess 90% of the time tbh. Like the outside looks nice, kinda older styled and just overall well kept. The insdie? Mess. He just tends to throw shit places and say he’ll put it up later, but like never does. His room is like the worst though. You can’t walk in there without stepping on something. The only three rooms that are alright are the bathroom, Cress’s old room and the fucking torture dungeon

#;out of patience #Like it's not unclean or anything #Kira's personal belongings are just fucking everywhere

[acaranna]

McHanzo Week Day 5: Traditional || Unorthodox

Okay, sorry for not posting yesterday but the weather just about killed me. Seriously, my head felt like it was preparing to explode. To make up for that I’m going to try and post Day 5 and Day 6 today. Here is, as you can see, Day 5 and it’s the longest one so far. I hope you enjoy it! <3 

Day 1     Day 2     Day 3      Day 4 

The first thing Jesse noticed when he woke up that morning was that Hanzo's bed was already made. In fact it seemed that hadn't even slept in it. The pillow had the same crease on the right side that it already had the day before. He sat up and looked around the room. There was nothing suspicious insdie the room. Everything was where it was supposed to sit or hang.

He reached out and pushed his hand beneath his own pillow. The familiar grip of his gun settled in his hand and Jesse felt himself relax. He hadn't even noticed that he had tensed up but apparently he had. He pulled Peacekeeper from her hiding spot and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. His back cracked omniously when he straightened.

"I'm gettin' old it seems," he huffed and rubbed the area. Maybe he had to make a visit with Angela again. Just to make sure he was still healthy enough to lead their crew or help with the fighting that they would have to do.

Jesse stood from the bed and went over to the washing basin that sat on the opposite side of the room. He had been honestly surprised to see one of those because most of the taverns he had visited over the years didn't have them. Then again he hadn't been the one to decide on the room this time. He had left that up to Hanzo.

The door to the room opened just as Jesse wiped the excess water from his face. He had Peacekeeper in his hand and aimed before the door was fully opened.

"That is not the kind of greeting I would have expected from you," Hanzo said, when he stepped into the room. "Though given the life you leave I am not surprised." He had a small bundle in his arms.

"Sorry," Jesse put his gun back down and turned back to the basin. "Wasn't really expectin' ya, if I'm honest. Where did ya go anyway? Ya haven't been sleeping in here last night." Silence reigned after his question but Jesse didn't worry. He simply turned his attention to his beard and wondered whether or not he needed to trim it a little.

"I was unable to sleep last night," Hanzo answered after a few tense minutes. Jesse hummed and looked into the slightly milky mirror when cloth rustled behind him. "I did not want to disturb your rest so I went out to take a walk and then went to check up on my brother. Angela was not sleeping either. It seems that she still worries about Genji."

"That's Angie for ya," Jesse grinned and abandoned the thought of trimming his beard. It could stay that way for another day or two. "She's always worryin' if ya not up after a day of rest. I wouldn't want her to be any other way, though. Her worryin' saved my hide more times than I like to think about."

Hanzo hummed softly but didn't say anything more about it. Jesse ran a hand through his hair and turned around. His gaze fell onto the bundle that now rested on the bed. It looked a little lumpy.

"So, what've ya got there?" He nodded towards it. Hanzo followed his gaze and sighed. He walked over to the bundle and unwrapped it. Inside where scissors, combs and shaving utensils. Jesse stared at them before his gaze turned back to his companion.

"Ya got a reason for gettin' those?" He pointed at the glinting metal of the rasor. "Ya know I got one ya could've used?" Hanzo's shoulders rose slightly and he turned his head away.

"I did not want to assume that you would want to share," he answered quietly. "We were separated for a long time and people change."

"Darlin'," Jesse sighed and walked over, abandoning the thought of putting on his shirt. This was more important. He put one hand on Hanzo's shoulder and squeezed it gently. "We might've been apart for a long, long time but that doesn't mean I don't want ta share what I have with ya."

"That is a dangerous thing to say," Hanzo replied with a weak smile. "But thank you nonetheless, I shall take you up on that offer some day." Jesse nodded and went over to his bed. He picked his shirt up and wrinkled his nose. Maybe it was time to get a new one because the next washing would surely turn it into nothing more than a rag. Though they could always use a new rag for cleaning the ship.

"So, what do ya have planned with all that?" He tugged the shirt over his head before he pointed at the trimmers. "Ya plan on turnin' into a barber?" The words pulled a smile onto Hanzo's lips even if he shook his head.

"No, that is not my plan," yet he picked up the scissors and turned them over in his hand. "At least not on anyone other than myself."

Jesse, who was in the process of putting on his boots, paused and looked up again.

"What do ya mean with that?" he asked. Hanzo looked at him for a moment. Then he walked around he bed and sat down next to Jesse. He still held the scissors in his hands.

"There is," he paused as if unsure how to phrase his thoughts. "There is something I need to do. It is a tradition in my family. A tradition that concerns leaving the clan." Hanzo fell silent again and Jesse reached out to place his hand on his shoulder once more.

"It is rarely done because there were very few people who left the clan," Hanzo explained further. His gaze turned distant and Jesse got the feeling that he relieved some uncomfortable memories. "In fact, I only remember my mother telling me about three family members leaving the clan. Well, leaving and surviving."

"What do ya mean with that, darlin'?" Jesse asked curiously. He remembered some dark tales from the days where he had been in Japan. It was the time shortly after he had met Hanzo and they had started to get a little closer to each other.

"You do not leave the clan," Hanzo answered softly. "I was born into the clan. I was trained to take over the reigns once my father died. They even picked out a woman for me to marry to keep the line going."

Jesse frowned. He had heard about arranged marriages and if he remembered right, he even witnessed one from where he had been hiding in a church once. Both, bride and groom, hadn't looked too happy with the whole happening.

"A few days after my family presented me with my future wife, Genji flew into a rage," Hanzo chuckled softly and shook his head. "That day, our father told him that they decided on marrying him off to antoher family to tighten their relations. My brother did not respond well to that and told our father to forget that plan or he would leave the clan if they decided to force the marriage on him."

"Let me guess," Jesse said when Hanzo fell silent for a bit longer. "Yer father kept pushin' him and Genji hit the road and ran." A single nod answered him. "So, how come ya were with him on that ship? Not that I'm not happy ta have ya with me but I am curious."

"I know that you are, Jesse," Hanzo smirked up at him. It was a short flicker on his face before he turned serious again. "Genji left our home two days after father finalized the marriage contract for him. I was tasked with getting Genji back into the fold of the family. By any means necessary."

Hanzo swallowed and his words turned a little shakier.

"Or, if I could not make him see reason then I was supposed to kill him and be done with it." A cold shiver ran down Jesse's back and he rubbed his thumb gently over what little area he could.

"Well, looks ta me like ya didn't kill him," he finally said when the silence stretched out too long. Hanzo shook his head with a sigh.

"How could I kill my own brother?" he asked and it was clear that he wasn't talking to Jesse but rather to something he must have remembered. "We talked for hours that night and I found myself wondering whether or not I wanted to follow in my father's footsteps. Genji convinced me to leave with him."

"I'm glad that he did," Jesse interrupted quietly. It brought a smile to Hanzo's face and he ducked his head.

"So am I." They shared another look and fell quiet. Hanzo kept turning the scissors over and over in his hands. Jesse watched him, still curious about what tradtition Hanzo had been talking about.

"So, about that tradition ..." he started questioningly. Hanzo blinked twice before he chuckled.

"Whenever someone leaves the clan and is not killed on sight, they cut their hair. Some even shave their whole heads to show that they were not a part of the clan anymore," Hanzo explained. "Genji cut his hair short before we left Japan. I," he paused for a moment, "I struggled with it but he is right."

They looked at each other and Jesse was sure that he saw something like hope in Hanzo's eyes.

"It is time that I leave the clan behind and find a new life for myself."

#mchanzo #mchanzoweek2017 #mchanzo week 2017 #p:mchanzo

[jrpneblog]

North End march on as Stoke go to pot.

More joy on the road for North End with this very satisfying 2-0 win at a rather chilly Bet365 Stadium. North End had to show both sides of their game which started very much like a game of chess but eventually opened out to see Alan Browne and Tom Barkhuizen score the goals that gave North End their third consecutive win on the road and made it thirteen points from the last fifteen available. Both sides started off not want to give any ground but it was the home side who edged the first half with North End keeper Rudd making two excellent saves to keep the Potters out. In the second half North End got that vitally important first goal and from then on, even though Stoke had plenty of the ball, we never looked like we were going to lose and when the second goal went in the home supporters started to drift off as North End defended resolutely to bring the points back up the M6.

Alex Neil decided to stick with the starting eleven that did the job at the DW Stadium and North End started the game quite well. The midfield battle between Joe Allen and Ben Pearson was always going to be worth the watch and we were not disappointed in that repect. North End started brightly enough but the game soon got very cagey with Stoke having ten men behind the ball and North End playing out very conservatively from the back. Stoke had two good chances in the first half with a shot from the dangerous Campbell and a header at the back post from Chester. Fortunately for North End Declan Rudd was at the top of his form and saved superbly on both occasions to keep the home side out while at the other end we had chances through Barkhuizen and Sinclair but both shot wide when they really should have done much better.

No changes at half time for North End but we did seem to come out with a more attacking intent as the second half got under way. Browne seemed to turn his ankle and was struggling for a while however he had shaken the knock off on the hour mark as a corner from the right eventually found its way to him through a crowd of players and he made no mistake smashing the ball home from close range. The first goal was always going to be important and so it proved as North End created more chances. With a quarter of an hour to go Barkhuizen wrapped up the game from close range to spark wild celebrations in front of the 1,002 travelling North End fans, who once again made plenty of noise cheering the boys on. Stoke did their best and threw everything at us but there was no way past our defence with Ben Davies, once again, being outstanding on the night. There was a little spat between Pearson and McClean which was hardly unexpected with both receiving yellow cards as the game got a little fractious but it was all to no avail from a home perspective as we were home and dry with the points in the bag.

So a week on the road has seen North End gain maximum points and with the away games played now equalling the number of home games played no one can argue that the league table is not representative of North End`s true position. With fourteen games to go go we are just three points behind the team in second place and anyone would have taken that at the start of the season. They are all big games between now and the end of the season and North End must make home advantage count with trips to West Brom, Fulham, Brentford and Bristol City still to come. We have certainly done the business in the last three away games and this performance at Stoke was no different with the team having to show it`s undoubted defensive prowess along with the counter attacking at the other end. No-one should need reminding of the impotance of the next two home games against Millwall and Hull City and every extra fan insdie Deepdale will make the boys job that much easier.

STOKE CITY 0-2 PRESTON

RUDD 8

FISHER 7 BAUER 7 DAVIES 8 HUGHES 7

PEARSON 7 

SINCLAIR 7 BROWNE 7 JOHNSON 7 BARKHUIZEN 8

MAGUIRE 6

Subs:

NUGENT 7

GALLAGHER 7

MOTM: Ben Davies

[hotarttakes]

Trigger: Gender as a Tool and a Weapon

Last Friday, our class took a trip to the New Museum. We started downstairs and then I headed to the 2nd flood and worked my way down. On the 2nd floor was Trigger: Gender a a Tool and a Weapon, in which artists reflected on the intersection of gender, race, ethnicity, and religion. It was a bit overwhelming first walking in because the exhibit was lively and packed with so much movement, and so many textures and colors. I noticed that all the pieces were in close proximity to each other, with one large piece in the middle of each of the rooms with the exception of the smaller side room.There were two pieces in the exhibit that really resonated with me. The first was Gregg Bordowitz’s Some Styles of Masculinity,  and the other was Nayland Blake’s Crossing Object (Insdie Gnomen). Bordowitz’s piece is a three-part performance lecture during which he talks about how his identity as a gay, Jewish man is bound up with ideas of masculinity. He talks about his upbringing in a religious Jewish family in Brooklyn, using various Yiddish words throughout, which he doesn’t bother to translate. He described how eating felt safe and comforting and how he used it to cope with being mercilessly bullied at school, where kids beat him up and called him “fagele” which is basically Yiddish slang for f****t.  He recalls one instance where he came home crying after a fight and his father gave him a baseball bat and tolds him to go fight back. This deviated from the popular perception of Jewish men as being passive and rational (which I discuss more below). I also had the distinct please of an encounter with Gnomen, the large genderless furry, in the elevator. Gnomen is supposed to be a hybrid bear-bison. Gnomen stood very still in the middle of the elevator wearing a vest with pins all over it and all over Gnomen. Gnomen was also holding a large wooden box of these pins, which were attached with ribbons and said “take a pin and pin it on Gnomen.” There was also a mini chalkboard hanging down from the bog which said: “PICK OUT A PIN. TELL YOUR SECRET TO THE PIN. STICK YOUR PIN ON GNOMEN.”

It was interesting to observe the way that different attendees interacted with Gnomen. Surprisingly, I was the only one that actually picked out a pin, told it a secret, and pinned it on the suit. Other people just stared in confusion or took pictures of Gnomen, which I thought felt was a little exploitative for some reason. How people choose to express their gender can sometimes be a spectacle, and that can have both positive and negative consequences. For Bordowitz’s piece, that the way in which the performance was presented made for a very intimate viewing experience, even though viewers are not given any privacy and it was far from the only piece in the room. The video was projected onto a mirror, so that my gaze constantly shifted between the footage of him sitting on a stool, and the mirror image of me watching him. Seeing my reflection at that moment made me think about how femininity, and how my own femininity has been affected by my Jewish upbringing. What does it mean to be a Jewish woman in the 21st century? I certainly do not fit the mold of what people think of as a “Nice Jewish girl” in my physical appearance or my aspirations. Getting married and making Jewish babies is the last thing on my mind. Bordowitz also seemed to be conveying that he does not and never has fit the mold of “Nice Jewish boy (NJB),” and indirectly calls for a reworking of these oppressive and limiting norms of Jewish gender. There is this stereotype in popular culture of Jewish men being effeminate and fragile. Many times, they may embrace this label and call themselves “Nice Jewish Boys” or NJB’s, to pick up girls, because the term evokes a whole set of generalizations that they believe many women find desirable. NJB’s love their mothers, and their mothers love them. They’re the type of men that will provide for you but will never intimidate, abuse, or threaten you. As it turns out, Jewish men are just as disgusting and misogynistic as all other men, and the whole NJB persona just gives them an excuse to behave in that way. It also gives people an excuse to turn a blind eye.