all the clothes look so gorgeous

DESCENDANTS 2 TRAILER

OKAY, SO, I JUST WATCHED THE DESCENDANTS 2 TRAILER NOW, AND I CAN’T SAY ANYTHING. I’M SPEECHLESS. (maybe not so much)

+ MAL’S BLONDE HAIR IS JUST SO PRETTY *u*

+ MAL CRYING JUST KILLED ME. THIS SCENE BROKE MY HEART SO BAD, THAT OMG

+ WHEN SHE SAID “I DON’T BELONG HERE”, I JUST WANTED TO HUG HER

+ IT WAS CLEAR THAT THEY WERE PUTTING TO MUCH PRESSURE ON HER, SHE WASN’T BEING WHO SHE WAS, AND SHE WAS DEVASTED

+ BEN DIDN’T HELP HER, AND THAT HURTED MY FEELINGS

+ SHE WAS MISSING BEING A VILLAN, WHEN SHE HADN’T TO BE PERFECT TO ANYONE AND SHE TOLD THAT TO CARLOS

+ EVIE’S FACE WHEN SHE TOLD BEN THAT MAL CAME BACK TO THE ISLE. I THINK SHE WAS REALLY WORRIED

+ THE WAY MAL SAYS “I’M BACK” AND UMA’S FACE AFTER THIS

+ UMA TALKING TO THE OTHER PIRATES (I’m still totally in love with her)

+ BEN REALIZES THAT IT WAS HIS FAULT. THANK GOD, BENNYBOO

+ HARRY HOOK

+ BEN WAS KIDNAPPED (come on guys, Ben can’t play villan, of course something like this would happen)

+ EVERYONE WANTS THAT FUCKING WAND, OMG (but this time, it was really simple to catch it, don’t you think? - or not, it’s just a trailer-)

+ MAL TELLING UMA THAT SHE’S A DRAMA QUEEN

+ UMA HAS A THRONE. A THRONE.

+ (Do you guys think that Gil has a crush on Uma, because I think he has)

+ THEY ALL LOOK SO GORGEOUS OMG

+ DUDE WEARING A LITTLE CARLOS CLOTHE, HOW CUTE IS THAT?

+ THE “ROTTEN TO THE CORE” THING

+ THE BONUS WITH EVIE AND MAL TALKING ABOUT MAL’S NEW HAIRSTYLE, AND JAYLOS ARE LIKE “SERIUOSLY?!”

+ THE WHOLE TRAILER. I’M SO EXCITED!

Sorry for freaking out. I can’t wait for this movie. 

But really, sorry. 

Love you guys <3

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Hey guys! So I’ve been wanting to write this fic for a super long time, but it deals with pretty tricky subject matter so I’ve been a little nervous, but you guys responded so well to my last angsty fic I thought I’d give it a go! This one is superrrr long and I’m sorry about that, but once I got going I just couldn’t stop!
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She stared down at the bright pink, sugary drink sitting in front of her. The intense smell of strawberry, sugar syrup invading her nose. Nudging the picture perfect milkshake out of her line of Vision, she couldn’t stop thinking about what her mother had said,

“You’re looking very puffy Elizabeth, I can’t believe all the weight you’ve put on. It’s all those sugary drinks you’ve been consuming, Polly would never let herself get this way.”

“You okay B?” The feminine voice of her gorgeous raven haired friend broke her out of her thoughts. She would give anything to look like Veronica. Her body was lean and her slender face held none of the baby fat Betty was sure held permanent residence on her own face.

“Yeah! I’m fine. Just thinking.”

Veronica and Kevin fell back into conversation about Audrey hepburn.

“You haven’t touched your milkshake, is it too cold?” The moody, beanie wearing boy beside her questioned, pulling the straw into his own mouth.

She smiled, admiring the way his muscular arms stretched across the booth, he could eat whatever he wanted and never gain a pound, she had just recently discovered how built his body was underneath all those layers on clothing. It was a well kept secret. Well if you weren’t Betty cooper who couldn’t manage to keep her hands off of him.

“No , no it’s fine.” She dipped her finger into the whipped cream shooting him a smile and popping it into her mouth.

He raised an eyebrow, smiling hesitantly.

The conversation continued for the next hour until Veronica’s mother came to pick her up, Kevin hitching a ride.
“Walk me home?” she whispered

“You got it Juliet.” He winked

She giggled as they hit the street, they walked in comfortable silence before Jughead broke the quiet

“You okay bets? You’ve been quiet all day.”

She smiled at his concern,

“I’m fine juggie, just a lot on my Mind.”

“Well my favorite blonde, I suggest you stop thinking so much, all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” He smirked as they reached her house

“Thanks jug, I’ll keep that in mind.” She rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Your castle awaits” he said gesturing towards her front door.

“Thank you my prince.” She curtseyed, “I’ll see you tommorow.”

As soon as she reached for the doorknob he called her name “Betty?” She turned around raising a brow

“If you ever need to talk, I’m always here.” He said smiling softly

“Thanks juggie.” Before the door closed and he headed in the direction of his house

Something wasn’t right about Betty, she was hardly eating anything, he watched her skip over lunch, pushing food around her plate. And dinner at pops was almost nonexistent. She looked tired and he noticed the way some of her clothes hung off her shoulders. It made his stomach clench and his chest hurt. This was Betty he was talking about, if she was hurting she would tell him

Right?

***

Turning to face herself in the mirror, betty lifted her sweater over stomach, running a hand over the almost flat area. She punched the skin there and frowned. Her mom was right , she was getting big, sure her pants were loose on her but she couldn’t see any difference, her thighs still jiggled a little bit as she ran the track and her cheeks were just as chubby as ever.

A knock on the window scared her, causing her to rip her sweater back down over her body. Turning she spotted Jughead scaling the ladder he had placed by her bedroom window. She smiled and went to help him lift the window.

“Juggie!”

“What’s up?” He climbed through the window smiling confused at her.

“Just getting ready for school, what are you doing here so early?”

“Thought I could walk you to school, we can grab breakfast on the way.” He raised a brow, waiting for her answer.

“Oh juggie, I was gonna run the track a few times before first period, raincheck?”

He sat on her bed

“Bets you’ve rainchecked me all week, you’ve run that track so much I’m surprised you still have feet to run with.”

She smiled nervously
“Come on, don’t be silly, exercise is good for you.” She grabbed her bag, moving to climb out the window.

He watched her for a second, his eyes moving to the mirror he caught her staring at herself in just minutes before. What was happening to her?

She talked the whole way to school, leaving him no time to ask her anything.

“Okay juggie, I’ll see you after school, I hate tuesdays we don’t have any blocks together.” She pouted.

He smiled softly

“It’s not my favorite day of the week either, you sure you don’t wanna grab something to eat in the caf? I can bring you something?” He asked a little desperately.

She shook her head placing a hand to his cheek,
“I’m okay juggie, I’ll see you later okay.” He nodded silently, it felt like he was always watching her walk away these days.

The day went by so incredibly slow for Jughead, all he could think about was Betty and that fact that her collar bones were becoming more and more prominent. It didn’t make any sense to him, he loved food, he would never pass up food especially not willingly.

Kevin seemed to catch on that something was on his new friends mind,

“Penny for your thoughts” he said in jugheads ear, causing the dark haired boy to jump.

“Jesus, Keller you can be really creepy you know that?”

Kevin smiled “you flatter me, anyway what’s on your exceptionally intelligent mind?”

Jughead allowed himself to stroke his ego at the compliment, before instantly frowning again.

“It’s Betty, I don’t think she’s eating, I mean it’s so obvious she’s losing weight, she can’t afford to lose anymore weight she’ll waste away. And all she wants to do is run on that damn track, like I know she loves to work out but it’s getting crazy, she’s gonna run herself sick, and I tried talking to her but..”

Kevin cut him off with a shake of his head
“It’s just like last year.”

Jugheads head snapped up

“Last year, this already happened?”

Kevin sighed sitting down
“Last year, Betty tried out for the cheerleading squad and was turned away, Cheryl told her she was too fat and Betty pretty much lost it. She wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t talk to anyone and she pretty much locked herself away in her room. It took the health teacher to finally get her help. It was scary, I thought I was gonna lose my best friend.” Kevin choked up a bit, shaking his head to rid himself of his tears.

Jugheads jaw clenched, no. He wasn’t gonna let that happen, Betty was beautiful and whoever was telling her differently was gonna have to speak to him.
“Thanks Kev, I gotta find Betty. I’ll see you later.”
He threw his books into his bag, Betty had said she’d meet him by the lockers but she wasn’t there. He waited about ten minutes before he shook his head. He knew where she was.

Taking off he practically ran to the track field. Sure enough there was Betty, sneakers pounding the pavement her chest heaving, her slim legs pumping and she came to a halt, bending over and placing her head in her hands.

Alright, that was it.

“Betty!” He called.

She whipped around , her eyes going wide when she caught his “what time is it?! Am I late?! I set my alarm, it was supposed to go off I was gonna meet you by the lockers!” She breathed heavy

“But you didn’t, you’re here. Running. Again.” He said trying to remain cool.

She raised a brow, confused by his tone

“If you’re Angry I’m late, I’m sorry I lost track of time I..”

He cut her off

“You aren’t eating.” He said bluntly.

Her eyes widened
“Jug..”

“You’re not eating, you’re skipping meals, you won’t talk to me, all you do is work out and You look so tired Betty.” He said softly.

Her eyes welled up and she looked away avoiding his eyes

“I’m fine juggie. I’ve just been busy.”

His hand went to her chin pulling her face up and towards his

“And now you’re lying to me.”

Almost in an instant, she broke down, her knees giving out as his arms went to hold her upright, wrapping around her waist.

“Jughead ..” she choked

“It’s okay bets, it’s okay”

He let her cry for a few minutes before gently pulling away.

“Talk to me ” he said with pleading eyes.

She took a deep shaky breathe,
“I’m gross, I’m huge, I.. I run and run and I’ll never look like Veronica, I skip meals and I’m still bigger than Polly. Everyone can see it. I don’t know what else to do.” She sounded so broken it made his heart physically hurt.

“No. you’re wrong, you’re beautiful. There is nothing wrong with your body. You don’t have to look like Veronica or Polly or even Cheryl, you’re gorgeous the way you are.”

She looked into his eyes, lip quivering

“But my mom…”
He cut her off

“Is unhappy with herself so she takes that out on you, she wishes she looked half as good as you do. All the girls in this school wish they looked like you Betty. You’re making yourself sick, I can see how tired you are and your clothes are hanging off of you. You need to eat, you need to sleep. Let me buy you dinner okay? Then I’ll take you home and you can sleep.”

Her eyes softened, only a few remaining tears leaking out

“…you really think I’m beautiful? I’m not too big?”

He clutched her hand in his bringing her even tighter against his chest .

“The most beautiful girl in this damn school , and you’re not even close to being big, you’re too small, but even if you were I wouldn’t change a single thing, you’re my favorite person Betty and I don’t appreciate you trying to take her away from me.” He smiled down at her.

She giggled lightly, reaching up to press her hand to his cheek.
“Thankyou juggie.”

He smiled clearing his throat

“Also” he choked

She looked at him confused and waiting

“What?”

He just stared at her. Was now the right time? he didn’t want to take advantage of her, but damn did he want to kiss her.

“What” she spoke again, this time smiling her eyes darting down to his lips

Screw it.

His mouth was on hers before she even had time to process what was going on. He was stroking her face gently and he couldn’t help but moan. Damn she was a good kisser. That familiar taste of peaches and cream he always smelt on her didn’t disappoint, she was gorgeous and soft and he never wanted to let go.

Pulling away he sighed out of relief, how long had he been waiting to do that? Too long.

She was smiling at him eyes closed when suddenly the sound of a gurgling stomach caused her to look up, blushing.

“Well I think that means it’s time to head out” he held open his palm ready to thread their fingers together. She obliged happily, snuggling into his side.

It was gonna take time but he was gonna help Betty Cooper slay all of her dragons.

One by one.

Bts Reaction to Their S/o Covering Themselves because of Insecurity!

Seokjin would be stunned as your hands wrapped round your hips to cover them, he would take your face into his palms and bring your gaze up to meet his before telling you how beautiful and perfect you are; reassuring you of how your hips are one of his favourite things about you.

“You’re gorgeous, the effect you have on me is ridiculous. You really have me under your thumb; one swing of your beautiful hips and I would do anything, so use your power!”


When you began to cover your thighs to stop Yoongi from viewing them he would sigh deeply and pull you into a tight hug so as to give him an extra couple seconds of thinking time to work out how to make you feel better. After breaking the hug he would firmly put his hands under your thighs, picking you up by them and leaning you against him as he talked to you.

“You know I think you’re perfect, your thighs are alluring and gorgeous. All I want is you to love them as much as I do.”


Hoseok would begin to blame himself the second you tried to cover your stomach with your hands, had he not been praising you enough? He would look like a kicked puppy for a second before remembering that he needs to cheer you up, he would put that aside before removing your hands and bending down to you stomach level. He would place soft, sweet kisses leading from your stomach all the way up to your lips.

“You’re so beautiful. All of you… is so beautiful”


Namjoon would be so caught up in the moment that it would take him a second or two to realise that you were looking at the floor and covering your thighs with crossed arms. He would bite his lip in sadness, why couldn’t you see what he saw because if you did you would love yourself too. He would sit you down on the bed across from him and talk to you, wanting to convince you of your perfect body.

“I could write hundreds of songs but I could never explain how beautiful you really are; they could never compare to the person sitting in front of me right now”


You had helped Jimin become more confident in his body by praising him and telling him how much you love him every single day but he would realise in the moment that your palms moved to hide your hips that he hadn’t been doing the same. He would put his hand on his hip and pull at the thin sheet of skin that laced over the bone and show you that everyone had padding there.

“You tell me how amazing you think I am all the time even when I have this so why can’t you allow yourself to have the same padding on your gorgeous hips, it makes my hands fit even more perfectly?” 


You couldn’t bring yourself to even look at Taehyung once the clothes has come off, you held your stomach in protection, wanting to hide from his gaze. He on the other hand couldn’t see a single flaw that you thought you had and the fact that you saw the most beautiful things about you as ugly. He would tackle you onto the bed tickling you and screaming praise at the top of his lungs as the loving and loud person he is. 

“Admit you’re perfect. Admit that you’re the most gorgeous person ever or I won’t stop tickling you.”


Jungkook would understand you feelings of insecurity because he used to be less confident than he is now but he has fought and become a stronger person so he would know exactly what to do when he saw you hiding your hips in your hands. He knew is was a long process to gain confidence so he would start slow, by telling you he understands what you feel.

“I know its hard to love yourself but just know that I’m here for you and I think that you are beautiful, every single bit of you is gorgeous. I promise I will help you learn to love yourself.”


A request from an anon <3

I have a LOT of requests in so it will take a while for any that have been submitted but I’m not going to close my submissions or asks because I always like new material to work on :)

-Aylee x

anonymous asked:

If you wanted to i'd love to see Gav using his charm and wiles to get the others lads out of trouble somehow, maybe flirting them out of some kind of mess or something?

Michael and Jeremy have been dealing with a particularly unpleasant crew, forced into a fake civility every couple of weeks when they go together to collect shipments or demand payments. It’s the sort of thing Gavin would normally be involved with, at least in the early days of establishing a relationship, but no one really wants him near this one at all; the crew in question is incredibly unstable, more mercenaries in an ever-shifting arrangement than anything like the close-knit loyalty of the FAHC, and their leader is absolutely the worst of them. Some smarmy bastard with a stupid name neither Jeremy nor Michael deign to remember – Taylor or Tristen or Troy – he’s always intentionally rude, stopping just shy of openly mocking the Fake’s with an arrogance that even his own people seem to despise.

It would be so much easier to just kill him and move on but no matter how much Michael and Jeremy argue Geoff won’t have it. Something about relations, how for all Toby(?) is an asshole he’s got enough power, a nasty enough crew, that it’s smarter to just wait them out for now, get whatever they can out of them before it all goes south. Which is easy enough to say when Geoff’s got very little to do with them, but nonetheless Michael and Jeremy suck it up, go to every dealing with clenched teeth and itchy trigger fingers, and life goes on.

After one such meeting, maybe three months after this unwilling relationship began, Michael and Jeremy drive out to meet Gavin for drinks, Jeremy tuning out as Michael rants the whole way to the bar because all he wants is a beer or twelve, wanted to just go to their normal dive but Gavin had insisted on coming out to this fancy yuppie shithole. It’s still full of crooks but mostly the rich, stuck-up variety instead of honest thugs, the kind of place that likely only stocks pretentious brews, but Gavin offered to pay so here they were.

Gavin’s already there when they arrive, leaning carelessly against the bar, all fake flirty smiles and inviting angles as he holds court, surrounded by half a dozen admirers - though two in particular seem to be jockeying for his attention. Thing One had just turned to growl something at Thing Two when Gavin notices his Lads coming through the door, lazy showman grin brightening into something more genuine as he shakes off his fans and flounces over. The group is less than pleased, more than one throwing absolutely filthy looks that have Michael sneering nastily back while Jeremy not-so-innocently flexes beside him, neither making any effort to hide their weapons and quickly sending the one idiot who tried to follow into a hasty retreat. Gavin just laughs, grabs a tray of beers before towing his boys back towards a booth.

That should really be that, except apparently Gavin’s not quite finished with whatever game he’s playing. It’s clear his focus is still on Thing’s One and Two rather than the conversation happening around him; he asks all the right questions, hums sympathetically in all the right places, but nothing gives away Gavin’s drifting interests quite as much as the palpable feeling of having his undivided attention.  Michael asks, Gavin ignores him in favour of throwing an all too familiar smile towards the bar, and Jeremy groans, thunking his head against the table and wishing he’d just gone home.

It’s not genuine interest, there’s nothing honest in the way Gavin’s eyes narrow, nothing sweet in the sharpness of his grin, which is just as well really because Gavin certainly knows how to pick them. Thing One is gorgeous in a poisonous kind of way, tight black clothes and blood red lips only accentuated by the wicked looking scar curving across her cheek. Thing Two isn’t quite so put together but is no less imposing, big and blonde and definitely armed.

They both tracked Gavin’s movement across the room like starving dogs, sneering and snapping at one another as they turn back to their place at the bar where they’d obviously been sitting together before Gavin stuck his big nose between them. Jeremy and Michael toss each other a glance, long suffering but confident; it wouldn’t be pretty but presuming it was two on two they could take them. That’s the grim reality of drinking with Gavin when he’s in one of these moods; there’s no saying there will be a fight, but you’ve always got to be ready for the moment he tires of civilised society and pushes someone into violence just because he can.

And Gavin is definitely in a mood, openly playing the two against each other every time he passes on his way to the bar; brushing against one, flashing her a secret little smile, only to make eyes at the other on his way back, the man half rising from his stool as Gavin laughs and trots back to the booth. When Thing One ducks into the bathroom Gavin steals her seat, leans right into Two’s space and orders them each three shots before slinking off again. When Thing Two walks off to answer his phone Gavin’s back to buy One a drink, something straight and dark and far more impressive than his own neon cocktail.

So goes the rest of the hour; it’s blindingly obvious by now, at least to anyone on the outside, that Gavin is driving headfirst into one hell of a fight with no sign of hitting the breaks. His admirers are getting steadily drunker, louder and nastier with one another as they try to compete, and Gavin just keeps throwing fuel on the fire.

It finally comes to a head when, on yet another bar run, Gavin brushes past them both and zeroes in on a third man who’d just arrived, abandoning coy touches and heated looks for his thickest accent and most charming smile. The three at the bar clearly knew one another, the Things had been friendly enough when greeting the third, but the longer Gavin stands there chattering away the cooler their interactions become, shoulders growing stiff and tight as fists clench and voices rise.

Seemingly oblivious Gavin keeps stirring the pot, whispering something to one, winking at another, brushing off someone’s reaching hand only to skate fingers down the other’s arm, until eventually he tosses his head and stalks off in a huff, triumphant little smirk sneaking across his face as an all-out fight breaks out behind him.

Michael, who’d been growing snippier and snippier all night, is fed up with pandering to Gavin’s nonsense when he and Jeremy actually had to work today. He gets himself going on tirade about just wanting to drink and forget the assholes Geoff has them dealing with, not watch Gavin flutter his eyes at idiots and destroy their friendships for his own sick amusement. Jeremy tries to agree wholeheartedly but Gavin interrupts him with an exaggerated pout that quickly bubbles into laughter as he croons back, as infuriating as ever, aw Bois, don’t I always do right by you?

Timing as spot on as always Michael doesn’t even get to snap a reply before an almighty crash has the three of them spinning around just in time to see Mystery Man #3 tripping over the floored bar stool, turning just far enough in their direction to reveal himself as none other than Todd (Tommy? Theo?). He’s reaching into his jacket in a way that has half the bar twitching towards their own holsters but its already over, Thing Two grabbing at his arms while Thing One ducks in from behind, rapid jerky motion of her arm unmistakable as she makes good use of a knife.

There’s shouting now, people moving in every direction as even the bartenders pull out weapons but Michael and Jeremy just turn back to Gavin, eerily synchronized in their surprise, and Gavin smiles. Climbs to his feet and buttons his jacket as casual as you please, all C’mon lads it’s getting a bit too loud in here innit? Like the bane of their last few months isn’t bleeding out on the floor, like Jeremy isn’t still open mouthed in shock, like Michael isn’t choking back laughter all vicious and brilliant, adoring affection so familiar on his grinning face.

Tomorrow Geoff will get a phone call. Will hear that Travis was taken out in some kind of scuffle, died slow and bloody in a bar just outside the city. He’ll hear that it was an inside job, some escalation of a drunken argument between Travis’ people, that their whole crew is in uproar and already splintering apart, not much of a threat to anyone besides each other. Geoff will know that despite their desire Michael and Jeremy couldn’t have had anything to do with it, death witnessed by far too many to be a frame-up, will know that even Gavin, who’d been sniffing around the deal ever since his precious Lads started complaining, can’t possibly have forced Travis’ crewmates to kill him. And yet, tomorrow Geoff will glare at the three flopped all over his couch, faux surprise at the news doing nothing to hide the way they’re as unapologetically self-satisfied as overgrown cats, and will know with the absolute surety of any harried parent that somehow, in some way, this mess was absolutely their fault.

For now, though, three friends spill laughing out of the bar, hopped up on petty vengeance and unmatched camaraderie, on the sweet victory of their chosen reality; the night is young, the city is theirs, and the Lad’s remain untouchable.

I love how, in Queen of Shadows, everyone keeps mentioning how handsome Rowan is.

Aedion: “You never bothered to tell me how handsome your faerie prince is, Aelin.”

pg. 243

Lysandra: “He’s spectacularly built.”

pg. 285

Lysandra: “Nesryn sent me a note this morning saying you had a new, very muscled guest staying and to bring some clothes. So I brought clothes. Looking at our guest, I’d say Nesryn undersold him a good deal, so the clothes might be tight-not that I’m objecting to that one bit-but he can use them until you get others.” 

pg. 285

Chaol: “And Rowan… Conveniently, in all her storytelling, Aelin had forgotten to mention that the prince was so handsome. A handsome Fae prince, whom she’d spent months living and training with.” 

pg. 287

Lysandra: “That. That is what I want to find someday.”

Aedion: A gorgeous Fae prince?”

pg. 613

Saintly

Pairing: Jared x (Murphy) reader

Request: Murphy!Reader (Zoe’s Twin) has Jared over for the weekend bc parents are away, Conner is at Evan’s, & Zoe is at Alana’s. They spend the weekend getting freaky. Next Monday, Conner and Zoe see she’s wearing one of Jared’s shirts and flannels, has hickies, & looks very pleased with herself. She shuts down their scolding by saying “Neither of you can judge me Bc after seeing Evan & Alana in chemistry, as well as both your necks, I can say for a fact no Murphy child was a saint this weekend.

Warnings: centres around the idea of sex

I’m all for jokes between Murphy siblings. And the idea that their relationships comprise of healthy, loving sex. 

Also this was a bit rushed but I wanted to get a fic out for you guys today, so I hope you enjoy it

~

You sat up, ready to face the day, and looked over to your boyfriend who was gathering up his clothes. His haired was messed up in that gorgeous way and the hickeys that trailed down his chest and stomach where they dipped under the waistband of the underwear he was just tugging on reminding you of your weekend of bliss.  

Your parents had been away for the weekend and both of your siblings had been out, so you and your boyfriend had used this rare occasion of an empty Murphy house to your advantage. You’d tried different things, different positions - some of them successful, some of them not so much - and you both felt well and truly satisfied.

“We’re going to be late” you warned as he started kissing you again, trying to re-live some of your intimate moments before you had to go to school. 

“Well you’re the one who couldn’t get enough of this” he said wiggling his eyebrows and dancing with his shoulders, “all weekend. You want me. Bad” he said in a matter of fact way.

“True, but that,” you laughed motioning to his movements, “is not a turn on”. 

“You wasn’t saying that last night. As I recall it was more like ‘Oh Jared, oh kiss me Jared, take me, hold me in your big strong arms’” he mocked in a high-pitched voice, laughing. 

“I do not talk like that!” you said throwing a pillow at him before walking into your ensuite bathroom. 

“Shit, I’m going to need a while to cover all of these” you breathed, looking at the hickeys that formed a beautiful, abstract canvas for Jared’s art from your neck down. From your room, you heard Jared suggest that you could just skip today and stay in bed. You considered it until he burst into the bathroom to show you a meme he’d found which really killed the mood. 

You were the first one home after a rather uneventful day at school. You’d removed your makeup and the little patches, which showed you were claimed by Jared, were bared to the world, and you couldn’t be happier about it. 

You were making a drink in the kitchen, dressed in one of Jared’s graphic tees and his flannel pyjama pants, when your brother walked in. You hadn’t seen him or your sister all weekend as you were engaged with a very busy schedule which comprised purely of your boyfriend. He noticed you with a smirk. 

“Didn’t think you’d be back yet - thought you couldn’t get enough of Kleinman. All you two do is have sex. You know I can see your hickeys right?” He said pointing to your neck. At least he couldn’t see the ones which trailed down your breasts and stomach. And that one between your thighs. And the bruises to match. “It would be less obvious if you had written ‘I’ve had sex with Jared’ on your forehead” he laughed. You rolled your eyes, used to your brothers teasing. 

“Its not like you’re any better. I could practically hear Evan whimpering from here” you mocked, knowing your brother’s activities this weekend hadn’t differed much from your own, even if you couldn’t see the physical evidence of it. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Connor spat back, his smile falling. 

Zoe walked in, and placed her backpack and guitar case on the floor. “Whats going on?” She questioned, but neither of you answered her. 

“Oh don’t lie to me. I saw him in Chemistry, his polo buttoned up all the way to the top, but unfortunately not quite covering those hickeys you’d left. I know what you two get up when you say you’re at the orchard - no one is that obsessed with trees” You smiled. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Zoe smirk as she poured herself a drink. 

“Fuck off! At least I can walk without looking like I’ve spend the whole weekend getting laid - you’ve been walking funny all day” he shot back. Your mouth hung open. You might have been a bit sore down there (Jared was very well-endowed, ok) but you had definitely made sure to hide it. It must have been a lucky guess on your brother’s behalf. 

Zoe laughed into her drink as Connor looked far too pleased with his joke. 

“Excuse me, like you can talk, Alana looked worse than Evan. She was wearing a turtle neck in the middle of summer! And I walked in on her trying to conceal her neck in the bathroom - why would she be doing that if you’re little miss innocent?” You asked turning your attention to your sister whose cheeks were tinged with pink. “I’d take a look in the mirror before you try criticising me” you scold, the hickeys across your sister’s collarbone becoming visible as she moved. 

“I’m surprised you can even talk that much considering how you’ve probably been choking on Jared’s dick this whole weekend” she blurted out. 

“Why THE FUCK did you say that?” Connor shouted, horrified at the thought. You just stood there stunned, Zoe not normally the one to say something so brash. 

“I mean he’s probably upstairs right now isn’t he?” Zoe teased. 

“No” you snapped. “Maybe” you admitted with a whisper.

Your voices got louder as the three of you threw insults at one another, but not one of you heard the door open or your parents come walking in, back from their weekend break. Nor did you hear a half-naked Jared, intrigued by the shouting, walk down the stairs to unexpectedly meet your parents with more hickeys than either Cynthia or Larry had ever hoped to see. 

“Oh hi Mr and Mrs Murphy, how was your trip?” Jared smiled, at the same time you screamed from the kitchen “We like to have sex, whats so bad about that?”

JJ entered Toronto University as a top student.
Great. Now JJ is canonically SMART too. 
I already loved Jean-Jacques Leroy but now he means PERFECTION?
Did you see that clothes he’s wearing? Those boots and all???
Hnnnng. Smart, good looking, big-hearted and a wonderful athlete. A little too self-confident? That’s not a problem at all. 

This boy is so gorgeous someone help me.

Mirror Image

You stood looking at yourself in the mirror in just your underwear, critiquing your every visible aspect. Your hair could be straighter, your eyes could be brighter, your muscles could be more toned, you could sure as hell be more positive about yourself. Your internal appraisal continued on, when a light cough came from behind you. Hunters instinct kicked in, you reached for your glock.

“Woah there Tomb raider, relax it’s just me” Sam smirked playfully.

“Damn it Sam, how about some warning next time?” you hastily covered yourself up with a bath robe, not letting him see more of you than he needed to.

“Sorry, I was wandering past your room and it sounded like you were saying something, colour me curious”

Shit! He’d heard you. You couldn’t think what to say. He must think you were insane!

To your surprise, he grabbed your hand, pulled you back over to the mirror and positioned himself right behind you. With his massive arms, gently wrapped around your middle, he made you look in the mirror at yourself

“So what were you saying about all this?” whispering gently into your ear and gazing at your cloth-clad body

Sam knew how make you melt like butter in his very capable hands.

“I… don’t like me” barely above a breath. He looked hurt?

“What? Really? I think you’re pretty great Y/N”

You’d heard that before, it never really reasonated with you. He could tell by your lack of response that you didn’t believe him

“Okay, lets start at the top” you cocked an eyebrow at him in the mirror

“Your hair is gorgeous, its got an amazing colour to it and a mind of it’s own. Just like someone else I know” His chin plopped delicately atop your head

“Your mind is amazing, you make connections Dean and I never see, you always seem to make me laugh and if you’re down, you’re never down for long” Green, intense eyes never left yours

“Your cheeks go that lovely shade of pink whenever your embarrassed, like right now for example”  you smiled a little and looked away.

One of his arms snaked out from around your waist and came up to your shoulder covering your chest, pulling you into him

“Your eyes are such an amazing Y/E/C that I get lost in them all the time” he took that opportunity to pull down the shoulder of your dressing gown, planting a kiss into your shoulder

“May I?” he asked politely before undressing you back down to just your underwear

You just nodded and helped him take off your robe;

“Damn” he approved in a breathy tone observing your bare form in the mirror, you giggled slightly at his bewonderment.

“I can’t see anything wrong, yeah your arms not be as firm as you’d like, but you fight off monsters like a pro, so it doesn’t even matter.”

Sam’s hand slithered down to lie on your stomach; you tensed your muscles

“So what if you haven’t exactly got a six pack, do you know how much harder it is for women to get six packs than men? Plus, it’s much healthier to not be paper thin”

His arm rejoined its partner around your waist and he continued his own critique, his head lying gently into the crook of your neck

“Are you worried that your thighs are too big?”

You nodded limply

“You need strong thighs to support you, plus you’d have to be pretty strong to stand me all the time”

You couldn’t help but groan at his bad joke resulting in a throaty chuckle from him

“And your feet… well I can still sweep you off them pretty easy” and he did. He swept you clean off the floor, collapsing on to the bed with you pinned underneath him.

“I worry I’m just…not enough, y'know. I mean, look at you, you’re a legend. I’m just” you looked down toward your less than perfect body “this”

“Hey! I love ‘this’! Also, I’m not getting up until you accept that you’re beautiful. I’m just going to compliment you until you accept it” his smile beaming

You tried to protest, but his soft lips cut you off. After far too many compliments and tender kisses, you finally shoved him off

“Fine, I guess I’m not terrible” the tiniest smirk appeared on your faced, soon to be mirrored by Sam’s own

“See! I love you for you, not one specific thing, I’m in this for the whole package”

Blood rushed back into your cheeks in delight at your favourite man’s caring words

“Yeah, I love you too Sam” 


Fic request from the lovely @waywardassbutt1 (who’s blog is definitely worth a look ;) ) 
Hope you enjoy! <3 

Adam Raki and the Accidental Nurse

Today is my darling @hotsauce418‘s birthday and the trash possum extraordinaire requested some Spacedogs sickfic. So happy birthday hotty, I hope you enjoy <3<3<3

Also on AO3.


“Fucking cocksucking asshole cab drivers!”

If he looked at it objectively, Nigel would probably allow that there was a reason cab drivers tended not to stop for him. Six foot of glowering, tattooed Romanian was probably enough to make even your most toughened Californian cabbie lock all his doors, let alone the pussies who drove in this hoity-fucking-toity neck of the woods. Objectivity was not, however, one of Nigel’s strong points, so instead he elected to continue growling obscenities at the entire cab-driving profession as he moved down towards the back of the bus he’d been forced to mount in lieu of any other transport options.

“Motherfucking dick hole son of a fucking whore!”

“Could you please refrain from swearing until you have left the bus, please?”

Nigel swung to find the source of the soft but direct complaint, fully anticipating a welcome chance to knock some cheeky fucker’s face in. What he found, instead, was a face he wouldn’t wish to see damaged by his or any other fists for all the money in the world. Bright blue eyes, wide and innocent looking, were set in a pale, smooth-skinned face, and set off by waves of brown hair, just coming loose from the neat, careful shape they had been tamed into. Nigel took in the young man sitting opposite him, the old man clothes and stiff demeanour not remotely dimming his beauty, and immediately decided to switch from offensive to charm offensive.

He grabbed the rail above the kid’s seat and hung off it, leaning down with a smile to say, “My apologies, gorgeous, I didn’t realise I was being so uncouth. I’d hate to think I made you uncomfortable.”

The kid crossed his arms in front of himself, not meeting Nigel’s gaze, and said, “I don’t like loud noises or swearing, they make me uncomfortable. In addition, I have a very bad headache and am not feeling very well, so I would appreciate it if you could wait until you are further away before continuing your tirade. And my name is Adam,” he added. “Please don’t call me gorgeous, it is demonstrably untrue and therefore either you are mocking me, or attempting to use an endearment inappropriate for someone you have just met.”

Nigel blinked, and then gave Adam a slow look up and down. “Darling, I’m not sure what you see when you look in the mirror, but from here you are very evidently the most gorgeous thing in this whole damn state.”

At this, Adam flicked his eyes up to Nigel’s for a fraction of a second before he looked away again. He sighed and said, “I can’t tell if you mean what you say. Normally I would attempt to understand, but I’m really not feeling well enough to do so today. My stop is not far away, would you mind if we don’t talk anymore?”

“I don’t mind darling,” Nigel grinned. He was suddenly very glad to have taken the fucking bus this once, if it meant getting to sit next to this strange, pretty kid for a little while. “But in return, might I sit with you, seems like all the other seats are taken. Promise to keep my trap shut,” he added, holding his hands up as Adam narrowed his eyes. The kid peered at him – or at least, near to him – for another moment, then gave a curt nod of his head, and moved a little to the side to make space for Nigel.

True to his word, Nigel didn’t utter another syllable. He did, however, take advantage of Adam’s resolutely front-facing gaze to look his fill. At first, he simply admired the kid’s trim figure, his long legs and the way his surprisingly broad shoulders tapered into a slim waist. Eventually, though, he lifted his gaze above the kid’s neck and began to get concerned. There was sweat on Adam’s brow, and high colour in his cheeks. He hadn’t been lying when he said he was sick.

“Adam, I know I said I would be quiet, but you don’t look good, darling. Are you going to be ok?” The question drew no response, and Nigel began to get truly worried at the glassy look in Adam’s eyes. He was about to try again when the bus started to slow, and Adam stood jerkily, swaying a little as he gathered his things. Apparently this was his stop. Reluctantly, Nigel stood to let him past, already wondering if he should offer to see the kid home, if that would be unwelcome to this closed off young man. His mind was made up for him, though, when Adam fainted clean into his arms.

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The Bros + Cor comforting their S/O on their first day of work | Headcanons |

So I had my first day of work today and I was rather nervous and all it’s normal for me first two weeks I’m a anxious ball of angsty fluff. I get sick and such it’s just the way it is. \\٩( ‘ω’ )و ///

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Noctis: He totally will totally try to make breakfast because you normally do it but you are really nervous about work. He lets you sleep in a little waking you up with instant coffee he made that was heavy on the cream, he made toast, along with several pieces of bacon. (He tried eggs but they got burned, he tries.) He will tell them that they will do great no matter what and that if something happens they should just drop his name as their boyfriend. Noctis will promise them a nice dinner after work and listen to their day he will text through the day to see if they are okay. Noctis will be there early to pick them up and give them a big hug greeting them.

Prompto: Prompto totally wakes them up with kisses and breakfast he bought at the bakery down the road. He was going to try to make it but it felt like he would do well and he didn’t want to make you feel sick on your first day. Prompto totally would tell you jokes to make you not worry about any of it, silly little things like his first day of Kingsguard training how he tripped over the shoelaces of his shoes. He would make sure all your make up was ready to put on when you got out of the shower all of it ready for you to get looking gorgeous. The whole time taking pictures, be prepared for the “bae’s first day of work” scrapbooks, it’s super cute. He will totally stop by your lunch break so he could go eat with you and talk about your day easing your tension.

Ignis:  Ignis sees that his s/o is nervous about their first day of work, he makes sure to get up before them and make a nutritious breakfast. He would have make sure they had their clothes out and ready before bed the night before. Waking them up with a fresh cup of Ebony (after he’s had his first cup!) giving them reassuring words. He will start the shower for them and by the time they are ready he will have breakfast completely finished, he would even feed them because he know they really like that (even if he doesn’t). Ignis will give them a excellent cheer up speech telling them that they will be able get through the day without problem that his s/o is a genius surpassing his intellect. Ignis will text them during their breaks and talk with them on lunch to calm them down if they are needing it.

Gladiolus: The big teddy bear will start you up early with a little morning work out that will get them pumped for the day. The whole time he will tell them funny stories that will ease their nerves, all the while kisses and hugs. After a shower (together as he gives a “good luck quickie”) the both of them will enjoy a breakfast high in proteins. Gladiolus will drive them to work giving them a sweet kiss right before they walk in watching they walk in, he’s totally admiring that ass. He will call them on lunch to see if they are okay telling they a little joke just to hear them laugh. When you get out of from work he will totally take you out to eat, expect cup of noodles. If your job requires them on their feet all day he will definitely carry them around and be ready for massages!

Cor: Cor will definitely wake them up early with coffee, toast, eggs, sausage, and oatmeal he made himself it’s done well he’s had to take care of himself for quite sometime so he knows how to cook well. He will make sure all of their clothes are ready for them and their paperwork. Reciting things to do when they confront a crowd of people. He will drop them off to work visit them on lunch making, taking them out to eat nearby. Cor will take his s/o home after work and give them massages and run a hot bath for them while he orders take out. Then end up cuddled on the couch watching t.v.

BONUS: RAVUS (Just a gif reaction) “There, there, there, dear.”

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rose-of-yonezawa  asked:

(My apologies! Regular request) NSFW please. MC is a sexy lingerie model. Reactions from the Lords and retainers plus the side fellas ( please include the ninjas).

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Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls

Request: What if the reader was an animation student (I’m an animation student in Ohio) and she had an assignment for a class where she needs a nude model? So she asks Steve to be her model and she had him do a few sexual poses. (I just need some gold old smut and some thigh riding xD…) I can always request something else, if need be!

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Thigh Riding (one of my damn weaknesses), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), language. Watch your ovaries, ladies.

Originally posted by luvinchris




Going to school, as an avenger, was no easy task. Going to school isn’t easy as it is, I have to save the world on the side, too! Sleep isn’t coming to me very easy these days.

The time currently reads 2:33AM and I’m wide awake.

I’ve been trying to sleep for the past hour and a half, and it’s been fighting me. Sleep isn’t going to be coming any time soon.

Groaning, I drag myself out of bed, and run down to the kitchen for a glass of water.

On to the way to the kitchen, I hear someone grunting coming from the training room.

‘I’d know that sound anywhere.’

Walking into the training room,  I lean up against the wall. This is always a pretty sight. I could watch this all day long.

“You just gonna stand there and stare, (Y/N)?” Steve turns and smiles at me.

Sweat beads drip down his temple and into his tight shirt. (You know the one ;)

“S-sorry Steve, it’s kinda hard not to.” Chuckling, he unwraps his hands after his assault on the punching bag.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). Can’t sleep?”

“No, sleep avoids me at all costs these days.”

“I understand, doll. Did you need something?” Blushing, I play with the hem of my shirt.

“Um, I didn’t, but now that I think about it, maybe you could help me with something?”

“Sure, (Y/N) what can I help you with?”

“I have a project in my class due next week and I haven’t even started it yet, I haven’t had any inspiration. But I think I just did.”

He chuckles.

“Alright, what do you need me to do?”

“Well, don’t look so excited yet, you might not want to once I tell you what I need.”

“Well I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

“I need a nude model.”

Steve looks up, stopping unwrapping his hands in the middle of his second one.

“A nude model? Like, naked?”

I laugh, he’s so cute.

“Yes, Steve. That’s what nude means.”

“Uh, um. Are you sure you want me?”

‘Oh God…oh God, oh boy do I…’

“Of course I WANT to, Steve. I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t. Like I said, I didn’t have inspiration, but I just struck it.”

He drinks out of his water bottle.

“Uh, a-alright. When do we do this?” I can tell he’s really nervous.

“Steve, you don’t have to if you don’t want to..I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright, (Y/N), I’ll be fine. We can do this.” I feel like he’s trying to convince himself, rather than tell me.

“Alright, you wanna do this right now? We’re both exhausted but having trouble finding sleep, why not try to get some type of work done.”

Steve smiles.

“Alright, doll. Lead the way.” Steve runs his fingers through his hair, carrying his water bottle with him.

“Come on then” Steve follows me.

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Steve and I make it to my room where I keep all my art supplies.

“Alright Steve, let’s get this done.” Steve gulps and looks up at you through his eyelashes.

“That means you need to get nude, Stevie.”

“O-oh, okay.”

“I’ll turn around if that makes you feel better.” I turn my back to him to give him some privacy.

I hear him rustle around with his clothes before he speaks.

“I-I’m ready.”

I turn around and ho-ly shit. God this man is so fucking gorgeous, like my God.

“O-okay. Sorry, I’m gonna try to be professional about this,” My eyes drag over him one more time. “But oh my, God..this is gonna be difficult.” Steve has a deep blush going on, from his neck to his ears to his face.

“Don’t be shy, Steve. Believe me, you have nothing to be nervous about. Wow.”

He drags his lip between his teeth.

“Alright, (Y/N) whats my first pose?” Oh yeah, we’re doing work.

“Um, just sit on the bed for now, almost like you’ve just come out of bed and are trying to wake yourself up.”

He sits down, he has his legs pushed together, as if he’s trying to keep himself hidden.

“Steve, the whole point of a nude model is the NUDE part.” I smirk and raise my eyebrow.

He draws in a big breath and spreads his legs, his large member (even when it’s soft) lays flaccid against  his leg. He hangs to the left, I take note.

‘Oh my, Captain. He must be massive.’

I drag my lip between my teeth, and getting to work. As I’ve drawn him, I’ve noticed his dick has started to harden.

‘Oh God I should have known this was going to be so fucking hard, no pun intended, me.’

I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve some pressure.

“Alright Steve, I have an idea.”

He leans up, resting his elbows on his knees.

“What do you need me to do, doll?” His voice has gotten deeper, sexier. If that was even possible.

“Would you be willing to do some sex positions for me?” His eyebrow raises.

“Sex positions? How am I supposed to do that alone?” I chuckle.

“I’ll show you, Stevie.”

Guiding him as best as I can into some, rather compromising positions, I begin to draw him.

He is standing up now, with his cock in his right hand, and I’ve told him to make it look like he’s thrusting into someones tight, wet heat. Oh God at this point, my cunt is soaked. I need him, I need something. I can’t even focus right now. His cock is so hard…so long and so thick…fuck this, I want him.

“S-Steve?”

He turns his head to look at me.

“Yeah?”

“I have another idea.”
“Tell me.” He’s almost breathless, and I can tell he’s becoming desperate too.

“Sit down on the bed, lean back on your arms and spread your legs.

He does what I ask, no questions asked.

Oh how I want nothing more than to jump on top of him, and slide my wet pussy down his massive cock.

But I wanna play a bit first, if he’ll allow it…

“I-I wanna try something…is that okay?”

“Do whatever you need, doll.” I know that’s a welcoming invitation.

Stripping out of my own clothes, all except panties, I understood why he was so shy. This is nerve wracking.

However, seeing his reaction tells me I have nothing to worry about.

“Have you ever had someone ride your thigh, Steve?” Biting my lip, I bring myself on top of him, straddling his left thigh.

“No…can’t say I have, (Y/N) but I have a feeling it’s going to be quite a beautiful site.”

I bring myself down on his thigh, the friction from his thigh and my panties against my cunt is almost too much to bear.

“Oh fuck, Steve.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him, bringing his mouth to mine, our tongues dance together, battling for dominance.

I begin to grind myself against his thigh, slowly at first, back and forth, back and forth until I feel myself about to cum. He can tell I’m close as I go faster and faster, chasing that sweet release.

He suddenly flips me over, stopping my assault on his thigh.

“F-fuck Stevie, why did you stop me?” he growls.

“If you’re gonna come you’re gonna cum around my cock. I saw the way you were admiring it, doll. What, never seen a cock as big as this?” He grabs his cock and smacks it against my clit a few times.

“God, Steve please. Please fuck me.” I’m never one to beg for anything, but I need this…

He smirks.

“You never answered me, (Y/N)”

“No Steve, I’ve never seen a cock as big or as pretty as yours and I want in inside of me, so deep.” He groans, and shoves his cock into me. Slowly at first, then a little faster.

“More Steve, I can take all of it, I want it all.”

“Yeah? You want me balls deep inside your cunt baby?”

God vulgar Steve is a good Steve.

“Yes, please, all the way.” He does just that, all the way until his balls lay against my ass.

Thats when he starts going rough. Hard, rough, fast. This is pure raw fucking and nothing more.

And it’s so fucking hot.

“God Steve I’m about to cum!”

“Yes baby, let it out, don’t hold back. Cum on my cock, I’m right behind you.”

A few more sloppy thrusts later we’re both coming apart at the same time.

“God that was amazing, doll…”

“Oh yes, God that was everything I was hoping it would be…”

“You’ve thought about sleeping with me before, doll?”

“Oh God so many times, Captain.” I say captain a little seductively.

He takes in a sharp intake of breath. I smirk, looking into his eyes.

“Oh? Someone likes to be called captain in the bedroom, too hmm? Oh man, I can’t wait till our next time.” I run my finger down his spine.

“If you don’t behave yourself doll we’re gonna have round two before you’re ready…”

I laugh and kiss him on the cheek.

“Did you get what you needed before we got distracted, doll?”

“Yes, Cap. It’s perfect…thank you.”

We lay down in my bed, still nude.

“Stay with me for the night?”

“I’ll stay with you forever.” We end the night with a deep, passionate kiss.

I have a feeling I’ll get an A+ ;)

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Wicked (Dean x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! Sorry that I took awhile to post this haha, anyways here’s a Dean one!! It’s been so long since I wrote a Dean one and I had so much fun writing this one!! Anyways, enjoy!!

Request: Dean and reader being together for a time. And he completely loves and adore her. And one day her and the brothers went to a case and when the go for some drinks y/n see a beautiful girl staring at Dean (not really surprisingly, cause c'mon the man is a Greek God) and when she came closer she start saying that he never forget the night they had or something like that, Y/N get nauseous and leave the place … something as that please 🐇


You sat in front of the laptop, tapping away on the search engine to find out more info of the case you and the boys were working on. Sighing, you ran your fingers through your hair as you glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. The boys should be coming back soon.

The Winchesters had gone out to interview the victim’s relatives while you stayed in the motel to do some research. You rejected to the idea at first but Dean managed to convince you otherwise. You swear that the man can pretty much make you do whatever, that’s how much you love him, but you knew that it was the same for him as well.

You felt a small smile tug on your lips as you thought about the older Winchester. The two of you had been together for around six months and it was amazing. You broke out of your reverie as you heard the motel door being unlocked, you glanced back, tensing slightly but relaxed as you saw the brothers walk in.

“Honey, we’re home,” Dean called out as he stepped in and walked to you, loosening the tie he had to wear as he and Sam pretended to be FBI agents. He leaned down and gave you a kiss, you smiling into it.

“What did you guys find?” You asked as Dean moved away to take off his suit jacket.

Sam walked towards you as he shook his head, a small smile on his face from Dean’s display of affection, taking off his tie as well. He reached into his pants and pulled out something, throwing it on the table. “We found this.”

You picked up the little bag, raising one of your brows. “So, a witch?”

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Lovesick Blues (Part 2)

Originally posted by ohhseby

A/N: I have decided there will not be drama on this fic because I am a nice and happy person who loves her followers.

You got a package, the package that Sebastian told you about. You also got the new phone and the tablet. You thought he would give you work essentials, maybe a calendar for your desk or something. Instead, in the box, you found: an apple watch with all the applications you would need, a digital pen for your tablet, a pair of Google glasses and a pair of keys. One key for your new SUV, one for your new apartment on the highest end building in New York.

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loveyprophet  asked:

Hey!! This is probs really weird, but do you know any fics that emphasize Stiles wearing clothes that don't fit him and/or him wearing lots layers? Like it could be a make over Fic or one just talking about it. Thanks for taking the time to do all this! Also I want to say how amazing your tag system is! You both are great at this organizing business!

This one was a bit of a challenge but here’s what I found. - Anastasia

Originally posted by atruehiro

Layers by NeoCortex

(1/1 I 297 I General I No Pairing)

Stiles always has layers about him. In more ways than one.

Something of a Surprise by dragon_temeraire

(1/1 I 1,587 I Teen I Sterek)

Somehow, while Derek wasn’t paying attention, Stiles got really hot.

Size Me Up by Chubstilinski

(1/1 I 1,596 I Teen I Sterek)

It’s tight, really tight. The shirt fits across his shoulders but the fabric pulls around his midsection, stretching the buttons slightly. He hadn’t realized Stiles had gained so much weight. Its not like Derek didn’t notice he’d gained some, he’s not blind, and it’s not as if he cares. He really likes it, in fact. It suits him. But the way the shirt forms to his body highlights changes baggy layers won’t show.

Lay us down (we’re young and in love) by MemeKon

(1/1 I 3,765 I Mature I Sterek)

I need someone to write me a body worship fic where Derek turns the tables on all the ‘you’re gorgeous’, 'you’re so pretty’ and 'you look so good’s he gets grunted from Stiles on a regular basis; a fic where Derek notices Stiles’ countless layers, notices that he likes fucking with clothes on the way, and it burns low on the pit of his stomach, rolls around there, making him so uncomfortable, because for all that Stiles acts like he knows his own value, acts like he’s the shit, deep inside he’s just a kid that’s… What? Never been touched? But he has. Been touched, that is. There’s Derek, who’s pressed his hands everywhere Stiles has allowed him access to; and before that… There was the girl, Heather?

And before… And before nothing. That’s it.

The Taste Of Sweat And Metal On His Tongue by slythatheart

(5/5 I 13,103 I Explicit I Stanny)

Stiles had a navel piercing.

Stiles.

My Sweet Boy

October 24 2014

My baby boy Matty is growing up! I went to kiss his little pink cheeks today and they seemed less chubby. His adorable dimples don’t go as deep as they used to.

October 26 2014

I cried all day today. Matty refused to take my milk for the first time. I feel like he’s already growing apart from me.

October 31 2014

Happy Halloween! Matty started eating a little grownup food the other day and he loved it! I’m still a little sad our Mommy-Son bond is going away but he still seems to want my milk sometimes. I bet he can tell how happy I am to give it to him. There’s nothing like that feeling of closeness, don’t you think?

November 2 2014

I am so mad at Matty I could scream. Five times he pushed me away when I tried to feed him! FIVE! I guess I’m a useless old cow whose milk isn’t good anymore.

November 3 2014

I let Matty try some crushed up candies the other day. He LOVED them! He took handful after handful of the powdery stuff and kept whining for more. At least he was happy when I gave it to him. He smiled every time. Still, those dimples just didn’t look as cute as they used to.

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Two can play that game- A Jacob Black imagine

Woo! Another imagine! I worked so hard on this so I hope you all like it, this is two requests tied into one that’s why it is so long, I like them long what about you? Anyway! Tell me if you like it!

Request 1: Jacob black imagine where you imprint on him but you’re to scared so you run away but then jacob finds out and confronts you about it? thx

Request 2: Could you do a jacob black imagine where you and him are dating but every time bella comes he goes off with her and you can’t take it anymore so you go flirt with edward (he flirts back) and jacob gets protective and all that? thank you hun!


“Don’t worry, we’re here to help you.” The calming voice said behind me, I turned to look and saw a strong shirtless man, with dark tan skin and short black hair. “My name is Sam, this is Leah and Seth.” He said motioning to the two people on the left of him. “You just phased for the first time, I know you must be scared, we can help you control it.”

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are you gay?

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Request: “can you hit ‘em with that she’s the man ‘wait you’re a chick?’ moment. keep it short and sweet please”

*posting a few really short imagines till I get through some of the longer requests*

requested Carl Gallagher imagine (it’s only 1700 words… that’s short and sweet, right?)

“Hey can I ask you a question?” Carl asked as he and Ian were lounging on the couch watching Wicked Tuna. “Yeah what’s up,” Ian replied, thankful that someone had broken the silence. “How did you know that you liked dudes?” Carl asked; he had asked Ian the question before when he was younger, but this time he seemed to truly want to know.

“I don’t know, I guess I always knew. Why?”

Carl crossed his arms as he turned his gaze from the tv to his brother, thankful that Nick was out doing his own thing and not present for the conversation. “I have this friend, and like, he likes his friend who is a guy but he doesn’t know what to do because he can’t tell if that makes him gay or not.” Carl’s words were hesitant and Ian saw right through them. “You’re not gay Carl. You’ve been thinking about fucking girls at least 50 times a day since you turned 10.” “Yeah but like, I like him, like a lot.” “Like who?” “JT!” Ian pinched the bridge of his nose tightly at his brother’s stupidity, “How does liking JT make you gay?” “Because he’s a dude and guys who like guys are gay, right?” Ian opened and shut his mouth trying to figure out what to say, partly hoping that Carl was just fucking with him. “I think he’s gay too, he’s been like flirting with me and touching me a lot and I don’t know what to do because I like it.” Ian started to laugh and finally stood up, too in shock by Carl’s obliviousness, and started to walk up the stairs yelling, “Just tell him at school tomorrow,” putting emphasis on the word ‘him’ and laughing to himself.

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Carl walked to school, Nick trailing behind him, and completely ignored Dominique when she tried to speak to him. He thought he had a slight crush on her, but clearly that was a figment of his imagination because he was gay now that he liked JT. When he saw the familiar camo jacket and Timbs, Carl lifted his arm and waved his hand slightly, making Nick nod as he continued ahead without him. Carl then adjusted his back pack as he stepped in front of the curly haired boy, watching how he casually dapped up a blonde girl, and then slipped his hand into his pocket to stash away the money she had slipped him in the process. He waited until the girl was gone before he stepped into JT’s line of vision. “Hey white boy, what’s up?” JT asked, dapping up Carl and smiling brightly in a way that made Carl’s stomach flutter a little bit. “Are you gay?” he blurted out in response, cussing out loud when he realized how stupid that was. JT’s eyebrows furrowed at the question, “No. I mean, I think girls are hot and shit but I wouldn’t fuck one.” A confused expression slipped onto Carl’s face at his friends answer.

“So you are gay?”

“No I don’t like girls…”

“So…gay…”

JT was exasperated now, “I like dick, Carl. I’m fucking straight”

Carl really looked at his friend and suddenly her words clicked. “Wait, you’re a chick?” he asked loudly, exclaiming the obvious. “Are you blind Gallagher? I know my tits are small but shit, they’re not non-existent. And what, are you deaf? You didn’t hear my fucking voice?”

“I just thought you’re balls hadn’t dropped yet!” Carl yelled back, “Wait, are you fucking with me?”

JT rolled her eyes, and ran her hand through her short curls; when she had gone through with the big chop, she hadn’t thought she’d be mistaken for a guy so much. But she realized that she might have fueled the fire when she discovered her love of baggy comfortable clothes. So for the sake of not further confusing her dumbass friend, that she had started to have some pretty serious feelings for, JT shrugged off her backpack and tucked her thumbs under her sweatshirt, lifting it up until it was bunched up at the base of her neck. Carl’s jaw almost dropped as he stared down at her chest, particularly at her left nipple where a silver bar was resting. But God clearly was not on his side as Dominique approached him once again, pulling his attention away from the titties. She had started to flirt but he didn’t even hear her words as he waived his hand in a ‘get lost’ motion, a quick “can you fuck off?” escaping his lips before he turned back around to see JT’s chest covered up by her sweater, a light blush on her cheeks. “So I’m not gay for wanting to fuck you,” Carl stated in realization, a weight lifting off his shoulders. “You wanna fuck me?” JT asked with a sly smile. “Bad.” He admitted. JT bit her lip as she bent down to grab her backpack, “How ‘bout you take me out tonight Gallagher. You’re sister works at Patsy’s Pies, right? We can like, I don’t know, get dinner and shit. Like a date.” Carl still looked a bit confused but he nodded, watching as she walked into the building.

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Carl sat nervously in the booth at Patsy’s as he waited for JT. Fiona couldn’t help but giggle as she watched him from behind the counter. She filled a glass with soda and snuck over to his booth and slipped into the opposite side, sliding the glass over to him. He nodded at her as a thankyou but didn’t take his eyes away from the door. “You nervous about your date?” Fiona asked with a huge smile. “Nah. Bitches don’t make me nervous,” her brother replied coolly, making her roll her eyes and wish she was closer so that she could grab him by one of his braids. “Yeah but JT’s not a bitch. She’s a sweet girl, who I thought was a lesbian by the way.” Carl laughed, “Yeah well I thought she had a dick, so I win.” Fiona laughed, but stopped when she saw her brother freeze and slowly stand. She peaked behind their booth and grinned before slipping out and back to the kitchen where she could spy on the teens.

Carl didn’t even know how to feel when the front door opened and in strolled the curly haired brunette, her body that was usually clad in baggy men’s clothes was instead donning a black mini skirt and a cropped sweater. Her usually tight curls were looser and she had a little bit of makeup on her face. All in all, she looked fucking gorgeous, as usual. “Hey,” Carl called out, shutting his eyes so that he could internally scold himself for not saying something cooler, and when he opened his eyes she was right in front of him repeating his greeting. They stood in front of each other awkwardly before Carl got a hold of himself and motioned to their booth, where she sat down in Fiona’s previous seat. “So to start things off, maybe I should introduce myself,” she laughed, as she reached out to steal his soda and take a sip, “My name is Jessabelle. Jessabelle Torres. You should know that since we’ve been kickin’ it since you got out of juvie, but I figured that if you had, you wouldn’t have thought I had a dick.” Carl laughed as he settled down across from her, “Well when G-Dog’s boys introduced us they just called you JT and I don’t know I just never bothered to ask.” “We’re dealers Carl, not masked superheroes. You’re allowed to know my identity.”

Carl rolled his eyes but before he could respond, Fiona was standing in front of them with a big smile and two menus. “Hi JT! You look pretty today,” She greeted his friend, pulling her out of the booth so that she could do a turn and show off her entire look. He tried not to focus too hard on her ass, that he couldn’t believe she was hiding under those baggy jeans, and gave Fiona an annoyed look. “She looks pretty every day,” he muttered as he picked up his menu and skimmed through it, JT sitting down and doing the same. They both ordered their food and sat in an awkward silence until JT started to laugh to herself. “What?” he asked, a small smile of his own present on his face. “Why is this so weird?” she asked him and he sighed. “I don’t know. This morning you were my main ni-“ “Say it and I’ll slap the shit out of you, white boy.” Carl rolled his eyes and continued, “You were my guy best friend. And now you’re a fine ass hunny. I don’t know how to feel.” “How about relieved?” “Trust me, I am. I was doing some nasty shit with your Instagram pics that don’t seem so bad anymore.” “You’re fucking gross Carl.” And just like that, things were back to normal. They sat in the booth and ate while they laughed and talked thug shit as usual until they left the diner.

Carl walked her home and up to her front door where he looked down at JT, looking as though he had something to say. “What’s up?” she asked and he placed his hands on her shoulders to keep her from going anywhere. “You know how this morning I told you I wanted to fuck you?” JT nodded with a smirk but let him continue. “I… you… I can’t think of a way to say it without sounding like a pussy so I’m just gonna say it. You look hot as fuck right now in this little skirt. Like, 10 outta 10: would smash. But I like you a lot, and I’d still smash even if you never wore it again and you went back to dressing like a guy tomorrow. I don’t know what I’m saying. I just really fucking like you and what you wear isn’t gonna change that because I’d fuck you in whatever you wore as long as you’re you.” JT smiled and she lightly pushed his hands off of her shoulders before stepping onto her toes and pulling his face down to hers by his chin, lightly kissing his lips and pulling away to see his eyes still closed for a few seconds. “You promise?” she whispered, not wanting to fuck up the serenity of the moment. Carl nodded and kissed her one more time before jogging down her steps and walking back home, excited for tomorrow.

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Staple closet pieces? Including shoes and jewelry 😊

Alright this is going to be a long post…

My personal style can be described as classy and elegant with a twist of edgyness. Think elegant Kendall Jenner x Bella Hadid x Ulyana Sergeenko candid & formal photos.

Although it happens that I put less effort into dressing for university and other unimportant stuff like just running errands or do some small shopping in town because frankly, I don’t care and do not have to impress anyone with my 900€ shoes and 3,500€ coat. I live in a small town, so this just adds to me feeling indifferent. It doesn’t happen often, but still.. it does happen. However, when I am in a big, fancy town, I of course dress to impress and like I’m about to see my worst enemy. I think that this should go without saying haha!

Aside from that my style is as I have described above.

I used to buy stuff from H&M and Zara a lot and mix it with high-end designers, but now it all shifted to just high-end designers. It’s just personal preference. I am fed up with the poor quality and designer knock-offs. I very much cherish the improved quality that I have with designer pieces. Although the quality from oh so many pieces is pretty ridiculous too, to be honest! Do not think that designers necessarily offer the very best quality for their price. Most of the time the prices they charge can’t possibly ever be justified with the quality of their merchandise. It’s just the name you are paying for, really. This is why my #1 mission is always to look for the best quality in anything. I can see a Valentino dress that is so god damn gorgeous and not like the fabric. Or the beads and embellishments seem to be very cheap. I will not buy it, although I regret it because it’s stunning but whatev.

Understand that I am on a monthly budget just as everyone else is. Yes, I might have a whole wardrobe bursting with luxury and designer names, but I have amassed this all over years, with roughly 80% of my own money and 20% of SD money. I am a very practical person and buy clothing, shoes and jewellry that I am able to wear every day and for any occasion. There are some occasional SPECIAL purchases too, of course. But only when I see something seriously special. I had a phase in which I bought at least 20 pairs or so of Louboutins.. and how many have I actually worn out? Maybe…6? This, too, taught me to be practical.

As for jewellry, I generally don’t wear jewellry except for my gorgeous silver ring that looks like a flower made of tiny diamonds, with a beautiful big black pearl in the center of it. It is very special to me. As for earrings, I alternate between beautiful pearl studs when I want to look all preppy, classy and elegant (I think that they also make me look younger, funnily enough) and diamond studs and chandeliers sometimes for daytime and evening as well. I don’t care. I wear stuff that is supposed to be worn in the evenings in the day, too. It adds to the ‘uniqueness’ of my style which sets me apart from others. 

Please mind that I am not going to drop designer names (xcept for four) because well, I don’t want to seem like an arrogant, overly spoiled brat who just wants to show off. No! I am happy to provide you with pictures or whatever in private, if a certain piece has piqued your interest or if you want to know which pieces I exactly have, so just gimme a shout.

So, my general staple pieces for the day would be:

* A few pairs of skinny jeans - lighter denim colour without wash, one distressed black one (I like the slits at the knee), a normal black one, a mid-dark denim with a subtle wash. I only wear skinny jeans at this point in my life, with a seldom exception. Full length and I very much like ankle length or a little over the ankle in summer. Skinny jeans accentuate my lean and long legs - and I like to shift focus on my legs. 

* Skinny black leather pants. Normal ones, not like the Givenchy & Saint Laurent zipper thing.

* This seldom exception would be one pair of black high-waisted, perfectly tailored trousers that are overall just a little bit wider. 

* Two pairs of black cigarette trousers like Audrey Hepburn used to wear.

* As for t-shirts and tank tops, I like basic black and white ones. Round-neck, V-neck, doesn’t matter. I do not like any kind of prints unless it’s an okay print. Well I guess I am guilty of owning the black & white Balmain tank tops with the three golden buttons on the left shoulder haha but these are the only printed shirts in my wardrobe because they do add a little bit of sophisticated edge to my day looks.

* Elegant silk blouses are also a must in my wardrobe. Here, I like playful pussy bow blouses and a bit more ‘daring’, statement blouses. Although I do not like statement or ‘IT’ pieces in general and usually stay far away from them. I like to wear these blouses with my black high-waisted trousers.

* I am a sucker for coats. I own a lot of coats. Fur and normal ones. I adore a good camel coat and am also a sucker for military-inspired coats. The colours of my choice, for normal coats, would be camel, black and navy at this time. Other colours for fur coats.

* I fucking love capes and have quite a few. Black ones, mid-length to the middle of the thigh I’d say.

* Jumpers / Longsleeves / etc. Here, I am always looking for good quality cashmere, and wool. Mainly wearing them in autumn and winter. I like turtleneck pieces a lot.

* Warm Scarves - all my scarves are of a cashmere/silk mix. I also wear them when it’s cold or just throw them over my shoulders on a chilly summer night when I’m out at a dinner party or so. 

* Fancy Scarves - silk. I sometimes wear them under/over a blazer, with a normal button down shirt and a high-waisted skirt. 

* Skirts - one high-waisted black leather mini skirt, a black high-waisted heavy wool skirt / knee length

* Shorts - different pairs of mini denim shorts, beautiful lace mini shorts, black leather mini shorts

* Blazers - oh boy. I love blazers. I have so many. Again, black and navy coloured blazers. I have this beautiful slim, perfectly tailored black blazer that is a bit longer than a usual blazer - just beautiful. one of my fav pieces.

* Jackets - love. black leather jackets for the edge, but elegant leather jackets. I also dig black leather jackets with a beautiful embroidery on the back side. and uhm *coughs* of course the classic - the Chanel jacket. normal black and beige. is an absolute must have. and so versatile! I have the cropped versions as they fit my body far better than the regular length ones.

* Dresses - oh uh. I collect dresses. For any occasion. However I prefer short dresses, above knee length and mini dresses. Do have a couple of mid-calf length dresses, though. Here I say that the fancier the dress, the better. But it still has to look absolutely beautiful and not dramatic. Although I would have loved to have that black/red and red Proenza Schouler ostrich feather dresses just because they look so badass.. but where the hell would I have worn it to.. that’s the other question haha! I love brocade, I love silk, I love lace, I love velvet dresses. My dress colours are usually black and red but I also do have some white, silver, blue dresses. As for the regular shopping day in town, I just wear a long black dress with gladiator flats and that’s it. Dun care. Bye, Felicias. 

* Shoes - sexy black high pumps, the famous espadrilles (I like wearing them in summer with my ankle-length skinnys), the famous Balenciaga boots with the cutouts at the sides and the two buckles with silver hardware, not gold (literally every Russian jetset baby has these boots omg haha), velveteen ballet flats, silken/satin ballet flats, gladiator sandals (which are bound up to the knee), sexy suede overknee boots - I like my overknee boots to be of mid-thigh length, sneakers (have so many omg..leather and suede (apart from the one pair of Nike sneakers I like to wear on long haul flights. various models, various colours), various black combat boots that look more delicate than ugly and harsh, lace-up high heels, platform pumps, I LOVE high heels! gosh… it’s hard to describe without naming the designers and the particular models because it all sounds so vague and ugly haha! I like classy shoes as much as I like very special models like embellished shoes or just some fancy colours, etc.

* Silk Pajamas - I have a pair of baby pink ones and a pair of baby blue ones.

* Lingerie - am a lingerie addict, but which girl isn’t?

* Silk Robes - long dressing robes, short morning robes, everything. Black, white, red, and the pastel colours from above (babypink, babyblue)

* Invest in good stockings! Quite a few pairs of normal black ones. And black ones with the sexy seam at the backside for more..well, special evenings and occasions ;)

* Hats - Maison Michel; different colours, made of felt 


These are pretty much my staples. I am so sure that I have forgotten many many other things, but this should suffice. I have written a post on my personal fragrance choices which you might want to check out if you are interested in this as well!

Any more questions, just ask!