are those abs is see growing

stupid things that nobody tells you about studyblr aesthetic
  • like 99.9999% of people have that little excess ink when you use a highlighter its so normal i cant even
  • dont beat yourself up over slightly wonky lines??? you can fix it later just dont dont dont
  • handwriting doesnt even matter if its legible write legibly aesthetic doesnt even matter tbh
  • your notes!!!! are fine!!!!! 99% chance that if you put effort into them someone will compliment you
  • not unrelated there was this girl w these amazing!!! physics notes and she was like ohh but they’re not as aesthetic as yours and its like??? bro??? im reading your notes right now what does this say about mine lmao
  • sometimes bullet journals are overrated
  • sometimes expensive planners are overrated
  • dont drop a ton of money on a notebook if you have tested out the paper with your main stationery because you’ll  r e g r e t
  • testing paper!!!! is so important like knowing what you’re writing on makes a difference 
  • but also who gives its just paper?? if it doesnt matter that much to you dont sweat it just use what makes you feel comfortable
  • everybody has their own preferences like i prefer light grey dots or maybe a grid if i have to but nO! BLACK! LINES!!!! but i have friends who love those notebooks with heavy lines bc it makes them feel grounded its all about doing what you love
  • legit buying mildliners doesnt even matter that much dont bother they’re overpriced like 999999% of the time
  • muji !!!! is lowkey overrated dont buy overpriced products bc its Not Worth It its like a nicer jp target no not really but also completely
  • forget ab the name brands bc that doesn’t even matter!!!! if you like what you’re using then use it !!! if your method is efficient then use it!!!! and if you’re really trying to develop an aesthetic it’ll come to you through what you already have
  • like ofc its ok to look at other people for inspo and stuff just your aesthetic is your own!!! its like a tree !! every single tree is different!!! but they’re all still wonderful right??? so let your aesthetic grow!!!!
  • good luck bro !!!! have fun planting those aesthetic (memes) <3 
J'onn J'onnz is a Goddamn Dork™ headcanons

1. Will do literally anything you ask if you give him Oreos. Be your dad for a day? Sure, just gimme dem cookies

2. Has made it a personal mission to get Batman to laugh. So far, has only gotten groans.

3. Firmly believes that talking to his plants will make them grow better. Can frequently be found reading bedtime stories to the hydrangeas on the Watchtower.

4. His costume was originally shirtless because he liked it when people commented on his abs. Only added a shirt when people started remembering that he shapeshifted them and that those were not his actual muscles.

5. Treats “Planet Earth” and “Seinfeld” with equal gravity. Occasionally adds deep, insightful narration to sitcoms in a dead-accurate impression of David Attenborough.

6. Occasionally shapeshifts into various League members to see how long it takes for someone to realize that he’s not the person he looks like. Guy once took three days to realize he wasn’t Batman.

7. Every single time the League watches a horror movie, J'onn shapeshifts into whatever the monster was and sneaks into a random Leaguer’s bedroom at 3 AM. Usually Hal, because Hal shrieks louder than Black Canary when he’s startled.

8. Every joke ends with “amirite guys?” :D

9. Uses telekinesis to thwack people with things and then blames it on the Green Lanterns.

10. Frequently forgets about his “Martian vision” power, only remembers when he sees Superman use heat vision.

Imagine hollowheart soulmate au

in which they both have tattoos of the day they’ll meet on their arms. Jacob who’s born in our modern days has a tattoo that says 09.03.1943 and that’s insane! How can it be, time travel does not exist so it must be a mistake! He knows about the stories grandpa told him but he still doesn’t believe. His parents tell him that grandpa probably chose the day in the story intentionally knowing about Jake’s mark and how he will probably be upset about it when he’ll grow up. Maybe grandpa created those stories just to cheer him up, make him believe that there really is someone for him.
But then Abe dies and his last words are about that goddamn date. So eventually Jacob finds the loop and the children and when he sees Emma he just instantly decides that it, that’s the girl, it’s 09.03.1943, she’s pretty and kind and bold and she actually likes him so it must be her! But he doesn’t tell her, doesn’t show the mark right away cause he’s afraid to scare her off, he thinks it’s too soon, waits for the right moment. 
He thinks that the right moment has come when they are on the ship, preparing to fight hollows and wights  to save miss Peregrine. He leans in to kiss Emma end tells her that he can’t leave her, they are soulmates after all and he shows her his mark. 
And oops Emma is shocked and kind of sad for him cause she has other date on her arm and she already found her soulmate and that’s Olive, the two of them met long before this loop was created. But she never tells him that the only person in this loop with a mark like that is Enoch. She thinks Jake should find that out for himself especially considering he and Enoch don’t get along very well. 
Jake finds out not long after when he and Enoch go to chek on how many hearts does Enoch have with him (how many skeletons he can bring to life with it), Enoch opens this big box full of organs, but before he does he rolls up his sleeves and that’s when Jacob sees it. A tattoo with the exact same numbers.
Jake is terrified cause you know they’re going into a battle, someone might get hurt or die even, and even if they all survive he has to go back home in his time, what should he do about all that? 
Jacob decides not to do anything for now, but he worries about Enoch, he tries to keep Enoch safe and all that. And he also notices how well they work together as a team, and how Enoch is protective of him too. And they both survive this battle but Jake still has to go home, so he doesn’t tell Enoch about all that soulmate stuff.
But then a year or so later he comes back, for Enoch, who already knows (“come on Jake, i’m not that stupid, i figured it out much earlier than you did!”), and who’s been waiting for him. 
But there’s also Enoch’s side of that story. Imagine how he must have lived in the times much older than 09.03.1943 in other loop and couldn’t even imagine why would he end up in this other year, wold it be a new loop, or will he just live that long in the one he lives now?
Then Miss Peregrine takes him to her loop where he meets her children and there’s no one there with the same mark on their arm. So Enoch waits for years and years when finally he gives up that stupid idea of a stupid love for some stupid stranger. 
So when Jacob finally shows up decades later Enoch hates him! He doesn’t even have to look at his hands to be sure. Of course it’s him. Who else would it be? So Enoch is all like “Well that’s just perfect! I was waiting for that dumb boy all those years and when i gave up, when i started hating even the idea of soulmate there he is! With his dumb blue eyes and his dumb everything! And maybe if i scare him enough he’ll run home to his time and leave me in peace?" 
Later he realizes of course that there’s another reason to why he was trying to scare Jake off. He was actually scared himself. That when Jake’ll see this mark on his arm, when he’ll also see what Enoch’s peculiarity is, what he can do, Jake will actually run away willingly. 
But he didn’t. He got scared of course but he didn’t run, he stayed, he helped, they even got friendly by the end of their adventure. 
And when they say goodbye Enoch suddenly realizes he will be missing this boy, he doesn’t want to let him go, but he should. And he’s not even sure now that Jacob really is his soulmate, he never told him, they never checked their tattoos to see if they match. 
So he doesn’t say anything, and then he waits for Jacob to return again, not even knowing for sure that he will actually return. But Jacob comes back eventually. He comes back to Enoch.

Becoming Will

*First, I want to say I know I kinda copied the narrative voice of a few of my favorite blogs–some that are still here, some that are gone.  Just wanted to say ya’ll inspired me to write this on the side about a real life stud I know–And I’ll work on making my own voice and finding my own thing.  Til then, imitation is the best form of flattery, right?*


Will was alone for the week. No wife. No pets.  Just him and the house to himself.  

Oh I’ve got big plans for you Will—Big plans for that tight body of yours.  The handsome Manly stud was resting peacefully in bed, wearing just a white t-shirt and boxers.  

I don’t even want to wait—I just rush toward my new vessel.  

“Huh!” Will gasps out as my astral form begins pouring right into his chest.

His arms and legs flail and his toes clench tight.  He’s grunting and grabbing madly at the sheets, still so confused by the surge of energy flowing into him.  

He arches his back and yelps as I flood into every limb and corner of his body.  

“No…Please…” he says between pants and moans as my energy enters alignment, taking control of his body bit by bit.  

Will is practically in convulsions at this point as the last of my energy enters his chest and I surge up to fill his head.  The Manly stud gasps one last breath before collapsing onto the bed in a relaxed heap.

I open my eyes and look up at an unfamiliar ceiling.  I also feel my heartbeat slowing down and I feel a light glisten of sweat.  Then I look down and see the unraveled sheets of Will’s bed, along with his toned legs and a glimpse of those chiseled abs from his raised shirt.  

“Oh fuck yeah…” I say in a sexy voice, especially sexy since it’s his voice bending to my will.  

My new dick hops slightly, and I am surprised by how much blood I sense pumping and engorging my new member.  

“Wow, look at that thing!” I say in awe as I grab that cock through the silky fabric and feel a surprising amount of length and girth.  

Excited, I kick the boxers off and watch as Will’s dick grows to a thick 8 inches.  

“Holy Shit!” I say in wonder as I grab it and give it a pump of appreciation.  “And here I thought I would just be using your tight ass!  But this cock is definitely going to be doing some fucking!”

I rub my muscular legs together as I yank the shirt off, leaving me naked and able to admire this smooth, toned body.  

“Fuck, you take care of yourself,” I marvel as I rub my hands up and down this carved torso, running my hands along the defined lines of these chiseled pecs and abs.  

Will shaved recently so he is quite smooth, but I am still relieved to see a healthy amount of armpit hair, some nice leg hair, and nicely groomed pubes.  Huffing my new pits, I can’t help but go in for more as I basked in my new musk—it was so pleasant and almost neutral, as if this body’s natural odor was like a light cologne.  

“Oh this is gonna be fun…”

I was passing well enough for the most part.  Some of my jokes didn’t resonate with his friends, but I wasn’t too out of the ordinary…yet…

Nick, from United, was super drunk at the party we all went to, and I stepped in, assuring everyone I’d get him home safe.  They all agreed and thanked me—it was hard for me not to smirk though as I put one of Nick’s arms around my shoulder and helped the stumbling dude back to Will’s room…

“Dude… this isn’t my place…” Nick said, slurring the words, but not nearly as badly as at the party.

“Just relax,” I assured him as I gently pushed him onto the bed.  “You can stay in my bed tonight.  Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Sounds a little gay,” Nick said with a laugh.  

“Only if I do this,” I say right as I reach my hand down to Nick’s crotch and begin gently rubbing him through his pants.  

“Wh-what are you? Dude—St-ahhhhhhhhhh-Stop!” Nick says as he tries to squirm away.  He’s still too drunk though.  

“Man, look at how hard you got.  So fast and even with all that liquor in your system.”

“The fuck’s the matter with you, Will.  This isn’t like you.”

“Sorry, Nick.  I guess there’s a new me that loves dick, and he’s here to stay,” I told him as I got his pants off and marveled at what must have been a 9 inch cock that was almost as thick as Will’s.  

“holy fuck that thing’s big! I don’t even know if I can fit it in this virgin hole!” I said with delight as I rushed to get my own pants off.

“What are you? Unggggg” Nick cooed in confusion as I got in the bed and began grinding my engorging rod against his throbbing meat.  The fabric of our boxers made us both gasp out from the friction, and I could tell he was shivering from my toned legs rubbing up against his.  I ran my hands under his shirt, taking in that toned and hairy torso. He grabbed my arms and tried to push me away, but once I reached his nipples and gave them a nice pinch, he twinged and put up noticeably less resistance.  

“You can’t do this…” Nick said as I ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying.  

“I know you want this Nick. I know you want me,” I said with Will’s voice as I leaned down and sucked his left nipple, lapping it with my tongue and just barely biting it with my teeth.  Nick’s cock jumped—I could feel it as I kept grinding against him.  He was moaning now, gasping for air as his legs wriggled helplessly against mine.  

“Fuck I wanna get to the main act,” I said with impatience as I tore my own shirt off and tossed it on the floor.  I crawled off Nick and began pulling his underwear off.  He tried to sit up in protest, but I pushed him back onto his back, disorienting him for several seconds since his head was still spinning.  

As he looked up, groaning as the room was probably spinning, I kicked off my own boxers and grabbed the bottle of lube I had purchased earlier with Will’s money.  I wasted no time applying a healthy amount to my cleaned and prepped hole before grabbing Nick’s throbbing dick and getting him nice and slick.

I then straddled Nick, on my knees and looking down at him.  I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my ass cheeks.  

Nick’s eyes bugged wide open as I began my descent—I started just letting his cock glide between my crack, almost as if it were getting played like a harmonica.  

“Nooooo…nnnggggg…stop!” Nick begged as he gasped for breath and shivered from pleasure.  

“Nick, we’re just getting started,” I said with a voice full of lust as I lined his cock head with Will’s virgin hole.  

Nick looked up in horror as I began leaning back.  His jaw dropped and so did mine.  We both gasped for air as that cock head slowly stretched my unimaginably tight hole. I was grunting and groaning, slowly letting my hole stretch more and more until the head finally popped inside me. I clenched my toes and sighed as I smoothly dropped my weight, amazed at how easy it was to now take all nine inches. Fuck, Will was a natural.  

Nick shrieked as the last inch filled me up and I sat there, stuffed full of his rod.  I reared my head back and rubbed my hands over my abs and chest, entering a euphoria as Will’s body gave me so much pleasure.  My throbbing rod was leaking pre all over Nick’s lower abs just from the excitement of this no-longer-virgin hole being so full.  

But I wanted to feel that again.  

“Wh-what are you—Arrggghhhhhh fuck!” Nick yelled as I leaned up, slowly rising until just the head was left inside.  Then I sighed and shivered as I slowly sank back down, enjoying the feeling of getting filled up all over again.  

Nick kicked his legs out and curled his toes, undeniably turned on as Will’s tight hole massaged his throbbing rod.  

“Fuck yeah, Nick! You’re so big!” I said in a breathy voice as I began gently moving my hips around in circles.  

“You…nnnnnggggg…you have to stop…” Nick begged as his breathing picked up.  

I started grinding up and down off his rod, gently fucking myself on his meat over and over, gaining a little more length each time until I was practically pistoning myself up and down off his full length.  

Nick was gritting his teeth trying to hold back the yells of pleasure.  I didn’t hold anything back.  I yelled and hollered with delight as I rode my bull.  We were both drenched in sweat, and it must have been at least half an hour like this when I saw a new level of focus in Nick’s eyes.  

Fuck!  He must be sobering up.  He leaned up, no longer off balance like before and looked me right in the eye.  He was fully inside me, which made me feel helpless in case he was about to punch me. Instead, he grabbed my face and pulled me into the hottest make out I could ever imagine, now thrusting up into me as I sat on his gyrating cock.  

He growled as he hooked his arms underneath my armpits and began pistoning into me like I was a human fleshlight.  We both curled our toes and hollered loud enough for the floor to hear as we fuck in this entangled position.  

That was when he rolled us over so I was on my back.  

“You’re right.  I fucking want you so bad!” Nick growled as he leaned forward, stuffing me back full of his meat, making me yelp into his already waiting mouth.  

Our tongues explored each other’s and our hands explored each other’s chests and abs as I wrapped my legs around his thighs, pulling him toward me and adding power to each thrust.

My back arched as he struck my prostate, and I saw a sly smile as he realized what he had done. With animal-like desire, he struck that same spot again, and again, over and over again until I couldn’t stop clenching Will’s used hole.  

“Oh Will!  I’m gonna cum!  Gonna fucking—Agggghhhhhh GOD!!!!” Nick shouted as he pounded me full of his load—shot after shot of warm liquid flooded into me, making me feel euphoric inside as he released his manly essence in me.  With one last crashing shot, he slammed his dick back into me and passed out.  I was so turned on though—I wanted more.  I wanted to feel more dick up a virgin hole.  

In an instant, I let go of my hold over Will and let my astral essence flood into Nick’s slumbering form, right though his dick.  His passed out body just shook with no resistance as I took it over, but that shaking stimulated Will’s hole as I left.  I clenched my toes one last time before opening my eyes and looking at a stunned Will.  He gasped and arched his back before collapsing, passed out from shock and pleasure.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said with Nick’s voice as I pulled my cock out of Will and watched the river of cum leak out.  I reached down and grabbed as much of it as possible—It was clean since I had prepped Will beforehand.  I smeared the cum along the entrance of this virgin hole and the rest all over Will’s wet with precum cock that never got a chance to blow.  I wouldn’t even need lube thanks to all this cum as I got on my knees and began lining Will’s cock with this virgin hole.  

Will just laid there, completely out as I pressed down and felt his cockhead widening Nick’s virgin entrance….

“Oh GOD!” I yelled as I took a deep breath and forced myself down, forcing that Will dick into me in one rushed motion.  Nick’s virgin hole had no prep and no opportunity to relax and widen, so he’d definitely be sore in the morning, but for now the thrill of the moment turned me on so much I didn’t even feel any pain.  I just felt full.  So full and so stretched as I took in the passed out stud’s meat.  I curled my toes and shook my head as I got used to the feeling of a virgin hole being stretched to its limits for the second time in one evening.  

Will’s cock was pulsating as I lifted up and sank back down, legs trembling as I built up my pace and fucked myself on his cock.  With him passed out, I’d have to do all the work, but it sure helped that I had worked Will up so much before moving into Nick.  

In just a few minutes I was screaming and bucking my hips like I was riding a wild stallion as I clenched Nick’s hole and committed myself to milking out that load. Finally, my efforts paid off as I saw Will’s breathing pick up in his sleep.  He was grunting and stirring and squirming as the pressure built up in his balls.  I could see the veins dilating on his lower abs as the blood flow rushed to his overwhelmed cock when finally, I sank back down and felt the torrential flow of his warm seed.  The thrill of Will’s unconscious load flooding into me made Nick’s cock launch a new load of cum all over our bodies and all over the bed as I rode Will wildly, sending Nick’s cock flopping around wildly.  I hadn’t even touched Nick’s dick, so I was in a great state of shock as I made it rain cum.  

Finally, I sank back down onto Will’s meat one last time and just sat there, stuffed full of his deflating meat.  The slumbering Will’s breathing was calming down and his tense muscles started to relax. I was in my own euphoria, but it was time to go “home.”  

Getting up, I sighed as I raised up off Will’s dick.  To my tremendous relief, Will’s dick was incredibly clean and there was no mess down there—a true credit to Nick’s commitment to a healthy diet and lifestyle. When you eat clean, back door fun is clean.  I laid down and lifted my ass in the air, making sure Will’s cum travelled so deep inside Nick’s system it wouldn’t leak out during the night.  Then I got in bed with Will and released my hold on Nick’s body.

I forced my astral essence into Will’s chest and met no resistance this time.  His body just tensed before his back arched and then I instantly woke up, staring at the ceiling and once again smelling the scent of intense fucking, only this time with Will’s nose.  

I looked over and saw Nick passed out.  I smiled and pulled the covers over our naked bodies.  

I woke up to Nick gently nudging my shoulder.  

“Dude.  Dude.  Will.”

“Huh?  Yeah?” I said groggily, at first forgetting who I was inhabiting.

“You can’t tell anyone about last night!” he said, half serious and half afraid.  

“You didn’t have a good time?” I asked with a light-hearted smirk.

“It…I was drunk.  And you were drunk, and one thing led to another…” he tried to rationalize.

“Look, Nick.  You don’t have to worry.  I won’t tell a soul as long as you answer my question honestly: Do you wanna do it again?”

Nick looked back and forth between me and the floor before gulping and saying, “Yes…”

“Me too, man.  Don’t worry—I won’t tell a soul—I just hope you got plenty more loads to pound inside me,” I said before licking my lips seductively.

I saw Nick’s cock stir, making him hastily get the rest of his clothes on before saying goodbye and heading out the door.  

I, on the other hand, smiled and groaned as I stretched Will’s lean and toned body and rolled around his filthy, cum-covered bed.  

“Hi Punchers!” I said with enthusiasm as I looked right into the camera.  

I was shirtless and I knew people would be drooling.  

“My name is Will, and I’m one of Chris’s friends.  I thought his channel was so cool, so I begged him for the chance to have my own little mini corner on his channel.”

I got to the reaction, making sure to keep it similar, yet different—one of the things I did was clench Will’s sculpted pecs instead of wave my hands like I usually would.  

The positive feedback was immediate with hundreds of comments immediately telling me how hot I was, how much people wanted to explore my body and have sex with me, along with torrents of subscribers asking if Will and I were a couple.  I commented that ‘Chris’ and I were just really good friends before adding a winking face.  My Will reaction quickly became my most viewed video, and I knew he would be my key to stardom.  

“Ohhhhh FUCK yeah! Right there!  Don’t fucking stop!  Pound me!  Pound that hole!” I commanded and begged as one of the sexy bartenders at a local bar fucked me in the men’s room.  

I had my hands planted against the wall as I felt his hairy chest rub against my back.  Our sweaty bodies were glistening from the friction as he bucked his hips to force his meat into me.  

“Duuuuude you’re so tight!” he said exasperated before growling and pulling my hair back and forcing me into a sloppy kiss.  

His rugged hands explored up and down my cut chest and abs before finding my throbbing and leaking meat and latching on.  I yelped as he began pumping me, timing his tugs on my dick with his thrusts into my hungry hole.  

“Gimme that load, man!” I begged as his breathing picked up.  His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me harder and harder into his animalistic thrusts until he finally rammed our bodies together and howled into my ear as he unloaded inside me.  The feeling of him filling me up in that public restroom set me off and I howled as I succumbed to his stroking of my dick and began launching shot after shot of my seed over the bathroom wall.  We roared in unison as we unleashed our seed, but I felt lucky that I would get to leave with his inside me.  We finally settled down, his sweaty chest resting against my back as I held us both up.  

I turned around after he pulled out and he pushed me roughly against the wall, getting my cum all over my lower back as he forced me into a sloppy kiss.  

“I needed that,” he said with a grin before giving me his card.

I just gave him another kiss before grinning and pulling my pants and shirt back on, casually strolling out with a stranger’s load deep inside me.  

I got back to Will’s room and changed without showering before hopping onto the bed.  I had been having so much sex with so many different guys that I ended up using Will’s cash to buy 6 more sets of sheets—one for each day of the week.  

I drove Will’s car to a sex shop and bought several items of interest: a variety of dildos, a variety of lubes, and a tight ass fleshlight.  

The next day as I was getting ready for Will’s classes, I grinned at my reflection, so turned on by seeing that handsome Manly body under my control.  I admired Will’s naked body, something I was still not over—and something I don’t think I would ever be over.  That was when I grabbed the mid-size dildo I had gotten—a reasonably thick 7-inch model.  I slicked it up with some of the lube I had gotten and moaned in delight as I began sliding it inside me.  I raised up on my tippy toes and fell forward against the mirror as I slowly worked it in all the way to the hilt.  

“Oh fuck yeah…” I moaned as the last few millimeters settled inside me.  

“Fuck yeah, look at you, such a queer whore for cock,” I taunted Will’s reflection in the mirror.  

“You love being full don’t you.  Full of dick up your ass and full of me inside your body.”

“Yes!  I love being filled!” I imitated Will in an exaggerated slut voice.  

“Oh hell yeah today’s gonna be a fun day,” I said with a smirk as I held the dildo in place while maneuvering myself into the tightest compression shorts Will owned.  I wanted to spend the whole day feeling stuffed full and wide.  I put on some tighter fitting jeans that helped the dildo stay in place even more along with a polo that was probably half a size too small, but I loved the way it showed off this tight and toned body.  

It took all I had not to shiver and moan as I took my first steps. Walking made the dildo rub back and forth against my prostate in the perfect spot.  I’m glad I left early because it gave me a chance to take the scenic route as I walked to Will’s job.  

“shit yeah…” I said under my breath as each step just added more and more pleasure.  

That dildo was lodged firmly in place, ensuring it rubbed back and forth against Will’s incredibly sensitive prostate.  I was breathing deeply and practically laughing to mask the moans I wanted to make so so badly.  I got some strange looks, but I didn’t care.  I couldn’t help but rub my legs together from pure ecstasy as the pleasure jolted down my thighs all the way down to my toes like electric bursts.  

The best was yet to come though as I arrived at Will’s office and walked right past his usual clique of friends and opted for shutting away in his office.  They looked confused, but quickly redirected their attention to their work.  As soon as I sat down in my chair my eyes bugged wide open and I grabbed the armrests as my legs jolted.  

“nnnnnnggggg…” I said as lightly as possible.  No one heard me.  Good.

I knew some chairs creaked, but I gave my chair a test run.  I gently bounced in my chair, squeezing my face tight and gripping the armrest even tighter as the dildo grazed my prostate and gave my entire hole a bit of friction.  Not a sound came from the chair—nothing.  Plus, my door was closed and locked, so I had a little wiggle room…  

Oh fuck yeah…. I thought as I began to get quite restless in my chair, safely shrouded by being in an office with wall thick enough to mask my breathing.  

I began gasping as I started swinging my hips around in circles, breathing deeply as my cock strained against the jeans.  I didn’t free it, but I rearranged it, giving it just enough room to grow to full size under the denim as I began bouncing and twisting and doing anything that would make the dildo stimulate Will’s abused hole.  

I winced and squirmed as I practically gyrated in the seat, thrashing my hips around to feel that dildo pleasuring Will’s hole.  Oh fuck I was curling Will’s toes as my breathing picked up.

I’d been doing this all morning.  Over an hour of bliss passed until I seized and gasped for breath, grabbing the armrests harder than ever as I kicked my legs out and felt the cum launch right into the compression shorts.  I slammed my ass up and down off the seat as I braced myself and tossed my head back.

I had to bite my lip to keep the hollers of ecstasy inside, but finally, I slammed my ass down onto the chair one last time, shivering as the euphoria washed over me.  I collapsed in the chair, a dumbfounded smile over my face as I clenched Will’s hole, in some weird way showing my appreciation to the dildo that was still buried deep inside that magical hole.  

Still biting my lip, I realized I needed to get myself organized.  I rushed out the door in a hurry before anyone else could see me and went to the bathroom, quickly scooping up as much cum as possible and bringing it right to my mouth.  

“You love the taste of a man’s milk, don’t ya?  Especially your own?” I taunted Will’s reflection before zipping up and posing for the mirror.  I did some stereotypical cocky poses before fixing my hair and heading back to Will’s desk.

Apparently, Zach had asked Will to help him at the gym because the little bitch finally wanted to at least compensate his shorter status with some muscle tone.  I was all too happy to happy to agree, but not to actually help in any way.  Really, I realized I had been enjoying Will’s tight hole so much that I forgot about the nice rod he was hiding in his pants.  That rod needed a little bimbo to stuff and fill with its seed.  

It was 5 am, but it was so easy to get up in Will’s perfectly conditioned body.

“No more narcolepsy,” I said with a smile as I rolled off the bed, landing on my feet and already feeling an energetic spring in my step.  

I was just wearing boxers as I went up to the mirror, tracing the lines up my abs from Will’s defined V-lines.  

The control was so satisfying to me.  Looking over at the alarm clock, I figured I had a few spare minutes before I turned an unsuspecting Zach into my little whore.  With some concentration, I pulled my astral form out of Will.  His knees buckled as my essence unbounded from him and emerged from his skin, and the shock finally made him collapse to the ground.

He was unconscious for a few seconds before gently fluttering his eyes and raising his hands, looking at his own fingers as if being in control were an unfamiliar sensation.

“What the fuck?” he asked in confusion as he tried to get a grip on his surroundings.  

Forget the fact it was morning—I watched as Will picked up his phone and gasped as he saw that he had lost three full days.  

“How the—what the—what the fuck?!” he said in frustration as he began to walk in circles around the room, grabbing his hair and almost hyperventilating.  This was almost too much fun, but I was already feeling homesick.

“HUH?!” Will gasped as every muscle in his body seized up.  

I was pushing my essence into him from behind—since he was already standing up it was easy to align myself and basically push my astral essence into the toned and sexy Manly man I had come to adore.  He was so spacious for me.  

Will tossed his head back as the last of me was absorbed into him.  He convulsed briefly, helplessly moaning and groaning as he held himself up by placing both hands against the mirror.  He finally shivered before looking down at the ground and breathing like he had just sprinted a lap.  

Then my vision refocused and I was looking down at those sexy feet and a rapidly engorging cock I had come to love.  

“That just gets better every time,” I said with a sly smirk as I stood up and stretched Will’s body.

I was already thinking ahead to the fun I could have with this.  Maybe I could build up my skills to a level where I could enter and exit Will as fast as a thrusting dick.  Fuck yeah, I could turn possession into a new form of fucking and use him as the boycunt for my essence.  I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down as I put on some gym shorts and a tight-fitting T-shirt.  

My morning distraction had me out the door a little later than I had planned, but the plus side of inhabiting Will’s fit body was that I could just crank up the speed and jog there without feeling taxed in any way.  

We truly were there so early that no one was in the free-weight section.  I knew there was no guarantee that it would stay that way, but I had a good feeling that morning.  

I guided Zach to a benchpress bench that was out of sight and away from any cameras.  Luckily, the doors to the atrium were covered in leftover Halloween shit, so the glass was completely blocked.  

“Thank you so much for agreeing to help me out, Will,” Zach said with that stupid grin as he hopped around and did basic ass stationary stretches.  

“No problem, Zach. Anything for a friend,” I said with Will’s friendly chill tone.  

“I know this whole thing is weird, but over the last four years I’ve accepted the height thing, but I can still look great and be taken seriously with some help in the gym,” he said with a tone of optimism.  

“Well let’s get you on the path to being your best self,” I told him.

Zach sat down and started leaning back onto the bench, but I interjected.  

“Whoa whoa whoa, Rome wasn’t built in a day, buddy.”

Zach looked confused as I beckoned him up.  

“We’re gonna start you on your belly.  I’m gonna share the secret with you that made me my best self.”

“Okay…So like this?” he asked as he laid down.

“Perfect.  Just like that,” I said softly before licking my lips.

“I’m really curious to know what this is because I feel like I have zero range of motion right now,” he observed as fished around my gym bag.  

“Just gimme a sec, Zach. I’m pulling out something that’ll help you get on track to being your best self.”

I rummaged some more until I grabbed and pulled out some of the lube I had purchased with Will’s money.

“Perfect…” I said with a mischievous grin as I walked up behind Zach.

“So what muscles are we starting with?” Zach asked from below.  

“Today’s focus is gonna be that tight little ass.”

“What?” he asked in confusion.  He was turning to look at me, but I had already sprung into action.  

Zach gasped in shock as I pushed him down onto the bench, easily keeping the squirming little runt in place.  

“Will!  Argh!  What the fuck are you doing?” he yelled out as he struggled in vain to break free underneath me.  

I grinned as I lined my engorging cock up against his shorts and began gently grinding Will’s pole between the outline of his asscrack.  He grunted as I leaned my muscular torso down on his back, my full weight more than sufficient to keep him pinned down as I grabbed his arms and kept them pinned against his sides.  

“Urggghhh Will! Stop!  Get off me!” Zach commanded as I kept grinding away.  

I leaned down and huffed in the scent of his neck, licking his bare skin.  This made him particularly restless, but as expected, he was too much of a runt to escape.  

“Zach, this is going to teach you that you already are your best self.  You’re a perfect little runt—just the perfect size to get fucked up the ass and tossed around like a human fleshlight,” I told him as I grabbed the bottle of lube.  I was careful to get my shorts off without letting him get any leverage, but then I dragged him down the bench a few inches and sat on his lower back.  I managed to get his shorts and underwear down to his ankles before hooking the fabric underneath the bench and pulling him back up so his legs were essentially trapped.  

Zach begged me to let him go—he thrashed madly but I was able to keep his upper back down with just a single arm.  I used my other hand to slick up Will’s fuckstick.  

“I didn’t bother prepping you because even though you’re a little squirt, I know you can take it,” I told him as I got in position.  

I was standing up, leaning down on his upper back with one hand while I used my right hand to aim and align Will’s cockhead with Zach’s virgin hole.  I stared in awe at that tight little rosebud that had definitely never been penetrated.  I guess it was time for me to break him out of the closet.  

Zach reached back and grabbed helplessly at my left arm, begging me to stop as I got my legs between his and pushed his apart until the elastic around his ankles would stretch no further.  Then I went in—my cockhead made firm contact against his hole and he squealed loudly.

“Oh Zach, you’re going to loooooove this,” I assured him as I pushed my head against his clenched hole.

He was thrashing and clawing at the leather of the bench, but I kept pushing harder little by little.

“Zach, I could have already had all 8 inches in by now, but I’m giving you a chance to let me in,” I told him.  

“Fuck you!” he cursed me.

I smirked and pushed with more strength, stretching his hole open by force until his entrance swallowed my head and snapped tightly around my shaft.  Zach cried out, trembling as I pushed in one long, smooth motion, filling him up inch by inch.  I stretched him in depths he could not have conceived as his hole accepted more and more of Will’s rod.  Then, with just the last two of Will’s 8 inches left, I rammed them in to the hilt, lightly grunting as my hips slapped loudly against Zach’s ass cheeks.  

Zach shrieked as the last two inches stuffed him full.  He kicked his legs up, but the bench caught the shorts around his ankles and sent his feet back down to the ground.  The best he could do was scramble his feet against the ground.  

Zach was not even making intelligible noises as I pressed my chest down against his back and spoke in his ear, “how does it feel to be stuffed full of my manhood? You’ve got such a tight hole, Zach, and I like you this size.  I can do whatever I want to you,” I taunted him before licking the side of his face.  

“Please stop, Will. Please!” he begged me between uncomfortable grunts as he still adjusted to the 8 inches of dick I had left inside him. I knew that leaving Will’s meat inside him for a minute or two would help him loosen right up for me.  

As soon as the groans of obvious discomfort stopped I began pulling out of him, making him clench his eyes and wince slightly as my meat left him one inch at a time.  With just the head left inside him, I pushed back into him, faster than I had the first time.  

Zach’s wincing eyes shot wide open and he gripped the bench, gasping in shock as his legs twitched on their own.  

“See…you already love it…” I told him as I pulled out and thrust back into that hole, filling him up and making him release a legitimate moan of pleasure.  

“No Will.  You can’t—unnnngggggg You can’t do this—Oh God!” Zach gasped in a breathy voice between moans as I built up my rhythm until I was thrusting in and out of him at about 50% pace.

“Zach, I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t fill you with my load,” I told him before tossing my head around as I built up more speed.

“I don’t want it!  I don’t—HUH?!  Unnnnnngggggg Oh my God! FU-Aggggghhhhhh!” Zach yelled out as he struggled to catch his breath.  

“Looks like I found you’re a-spot,” I told him as I reared back and thrust into that same spot harder and faster.  

Zach’s entire body seized up as I pounded his prostate.  He winced his face tightly before gasping for breath and moaning out in a call of ecstasy.

“That’s right.  You fucking love this,” I said in a seductive tone as I picked up my pace, pistoning Will’s meat against Zach’s A-spot until all resistance in that little runt melted away.  I knew he was mine now, and that he would be mine forever.  

“You like this dick?” I asked him as I relentlessly pounded his boypussy.

“Unnnnngggg I LOVE it!” He called out from beneath me.  

“Then prove it,” I told him as I pulled completely out of him, making him yelp as my fat cock head stretched his entrance.  

I sat on the bench next to him and pulled off my shirt, revealing the glistening torso that was looking extra cut from the effort I had just put into pounding Zach.  I tossed the shirt on the ground and laid there in just my sneakers.  Zach knew exactly what he needed to do to satisfy his craving.  

Standing up, he hastily pulled his shorts down over his shoes and stood over my bench.  I grinned as he grabbed my slick rod and lined it up with his no longer virgin hole.   Then I sighed as he gently sat down, letting my meat slide into him until he was sitting all the way down, shivering as he reveled in the sensation of being stuffed full.

“That’s right, boy. Ride that cock.  Oh yeah this is just what you needed,” I told him gruffly as I gave him a playful smack on the ass and then gave both of those cheeks a nice grab.  

Zach squealed as I pulled his cheeks apart and yanked him down even further, sending Will’s dick even deeper into him.  

I could see it his eyes that he would never be the same.  He needed this feeling in his life, and he would always be thankful to me for giving him this gift.  The little runt gasped as I used my strength to add force to his descents, powerfully pulling him down onto my own upward thrusts.  Will’s powerful thighs and core served me well as I yanked him down so hard against me that it sounded like someone was getting bitch slapped.  

We were both dripping with sweat when I saw the look in his eyes that gave it all away.  Zach’s breathing was picking up, and his moans were building up to wails as I pounded him faster and faster.  He looked like he was going to collapse or pass out, but his craving kept him going as he slammed himself down onto my rod.  I felt his hole quivering and clenching, a signal of the geyser of pressure building in his crotch.  

His vocal tone was getting higher by the second until he finally tossed his head back and sank down onto my dick—this time the entrance triggered his untouched and throbbing cock to shoot out the first shot of his load.  It’s like he was some sort of cum pump as each new thrust into his spasming boycunt milked out another load onto my chest and abs.  I smirked as I pulled him down particularly hard, making him yelp as a shot of cum launched extra far, right into my open and waiting mouth.

I noticed though that even when his cum stopped dribbling out, my thrusts kept setting him off as if he were in the middle of an orgasm.  He looked confused but overwhelmed in ecstasy.  I was all too happy to oblige as I kept yanking him down onto my throbbing meat.  The best part is that his hole was still spasming as if it were post-orgasm—that sort of cock massage was too much for any man to handle for long, so I had no problem at all as I felt the blood rushing to my crotch and getting me ready to seed Zach’s used hole.  

“I’m gonna fill you up, Zach.  You’ll always have a bit of Will in you from now on,” I told him as I started getting more erratic and restless with my own movements as I slammed our bodies together. I was practically growling at that point as the pressure built in my balls to the absolute breaking point.  

“Ohhhhhhh FUCK YEAH!” I howled as I pistoned into him, sending ounce after ounce of my warm seed into his hungry hole.  

Zach was still riding the wave of his mysterious extended orgasm as he felt the undeniable comfort of a fresh load filling his insides.  I tossed my head around leaned up so he was sitting on me as I wrapped my arms around him and brought him close to me for a sloppy kiss.  We both moaned into each other’s mouths as I made my last thrusts into him before leaving him impaled on my meat as we embraced and tasted each other’s mouths.  

“I think that counts as a workout,” I told him, eliciting a chuckle of agreement.  

“Will, that was amazing. I-I never knew I could feel anything like that.  It was like heaven was inside me,” Zach told me in admiration and appreciation.  

I just gave Zach a playful kiss before helping him off of my cock.  We both got dressed and left the free weight room, leaving just my sweaty imprint on the bench where we screwed.  It was just in the nick of time too because some doctors walked in right as we finished rounding up our stuff.  We both chuckled quietly as we watched a more mature guy lay down right on the sweaty bench where we had just had our wild morning.

This had become one of my favorite pastimes.  I laid a towel over Will’s bed and laid down, lifting his legs up in the air and spreading them wide so I’d have access to his eternally tight hole.  It didn’t matter how much abuse it took, Will’s mancunt seemed to have a superhuman ability to retighten itself.  That’s part of what made this so enjoyable time and time again.  

“mmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhh,” I cooed as I worked a well lubed nine-inch dildo inside.  It took some effort to get it in past the head, but once Will’s tight hole snapped back around the shaft, it was so easy for me to just feed inch after inch inside me.  

My toes curled and I gasped for breath as I kept sliding it in me, slowly stretching me to my deepest depths until I pushed the last inch in and I was stuffed and stretched to the hilt. I lowered my legs and just laid in the bed, euphoria sweeping over me as I worshiped Will’s carved abs and sculpted chest.  The sensations were magnified because they always seemed to ignite the nerve endings in my host’s ass.  

The next part was my favorite because I released my hold on Will’s body with ever improving proficiency and instantly found myself floating above his shocked and floating body.  That was something I had learned to control—whether he would be passed out or instantly be awake and aware—I wanted him to be as aware as possible for this…

“HUH?! OHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Will yelled out as he felt the nine inch dildo wedged comfortably inside him.

He was afraid to move because even just squirming in surprise made his cock rush full of blood and sensation.  

“Wh-What the fuck?” Will said in horror and confusion as he wondered how he got in that position and why he seemed to be blacking out so much.  

I grinned in my astral form and fell down onto him, making him gasp as every muscle in his body seized from head to toe.  Will winced as he fought the invasion of my essence, but with one last groan he arched his back and I was back in control, looking up and squirming in delight from the sensation of his clenched hole gripping the dildo so tightly.  

“I just can’t imitate that,” I said with a grin as I let go and floated out of Will again, enjoying the instant shock on his face as he regained control.  

“Nnnnnnggggggggg Why the fuck is this happening?!” Will called out.

He had just a few seconds to revel before I freefell back into him all over again, filling him to capacity and making him wince as he fought to keep control of his body. Again, it was all in vain as his back arched and his clenched face relaxed into my sly smile.  I shivered some more as I felt the pleasure of his clenched hole around the dildo.  

I decided to finally test out my earlier theory about my abilities as I released my hold, only to force my way back inside right as Will was gasping in his usual shock.  He was squirming and writhing and arching his back as I took full control, only for me to release immediately after regaining his vision.  I built up my pace and proficiency until my form was literally swooping in and out of Will instantaneously, cycling in and out of his body at least one time per second, leaving him in an endless state of thrashing legs and cries of confusion and ecstasy.  His body was my plaything.  It’s like I was literally fucking him with my astral essence.  His whole body was just one mancunt for me to thrust in and out of. I released and gave him a break.

“Please!  No more!” he begged as he laid in the bed gasping for breath, covered in sweat and clenching every muscle in his body from head to toe. His engorged cock was leaking precum by the drop, but as I smirked and fell back into Will one last time for the day, his hole clenched around that dildo and triggered his long overdue orgasm, giving Will a blast of pleasure as he faded away.  

I woke up gasping for breath and succumbing to an involuntarily arching back as I grabbed the sheets and thrashed my legs on the bed, toes clenched tightly as the shots of cum rocketed out like weapons.  In a frenzy, I grabbed the dildo with both hands and slammed it in, timing it with my pulsating cock and making the cum launch out even farther and harder.  The shots of Will’s seed were literally spraying in the air, landing everywhere within a 4 foot radius until I raised his trembling legs in the air and opened my mouth, hungrily swallowing the last intense shots that practically rocketed down my throat.  As the shots lost intensity, I collapsed my legs back on the bed and watched my meat launch the last sputtering shots of cum over my sculpted and sweaty torso.  I laid there, covered in cum and stuffed full of a nine inch dildo as I drifted to sleep, officially the happiest guy in the world.  

Obstacle Course

When Chad had signed up for the obstacle course he didn’t realize just how much work it was actually going to be. He knew it was going to be tough but he didn’t realize it was going to be this much work. Somehow he’d forgotten just how out of shape he really was. Sure it was still a few weeks out but he really wasn’t sure if he was physically able to do it. He tried to work out but that was too hard. This was going to be a chance to show off to some of the girls and he wanted to impress. Of course it was a stupid shallow plot to get a girlfriend who probably wouldn’t care about him anyway but he didn’t care.

That’s when he started talking to some of the guys around college. To get some little tips and tricks on how to get really jacked really quickly. One of them suggested a guy named Tyler. He’d heard of him once or twice but never actually met the guy in person.

To his surprise Tyler was more than happy to oblige. He had to ask if there was anything he wasn’t willing to give up but that just sounded over dramatic at the time. Chad just ignored the question saying he’d do anything to be a big strong jock. And that was it. Tyler gave him the pill and told him to take it.

Chad took it when he got back into his dorm room. The pill worked instantly. His small frame ballooned out with muscle. He could feel the sheer power building inside of him as his muscles kept growing. He flexed almost out of instinct trying to get some of the energy out of his system. Staring at the closest mirror he liked what he saw. Now he flexed with purpose. He wanted to see those big balls of biceps and feel the deep horseshoe triceps. His pecs bounced effortlessly as he flexed them. Not to forgot about the solid abs he’d gained.

The next morning he woke up to the hair. His entire torso was covered in dark hair. Apparently it was keeping him too hot in his sleep because he’d found his shirt and covers on the floor next to him. He ran his hands through it with surprise. Before this he could barely even grow hair on his belly button. Now his whole front was covered in the stuff.

Getting out of bed he saw his new facial hair. “Damn. I’m so fucking hot.” He said as he ran his fingers through it. Girls would be all over him now. The hair made him look so masculine; making him look more like the man of his dreams.

He started wandering around campus. Looking around seeing all the girls with their boyfriends. He saw the occasional glance towards his direction as the boyfriend pulled their girlfriend closer. Like at any moment he could just steal her away and take her for himself. It just made him smile even broader. Partly because he knew it was true.

“Damn. Those girls are so lucky,” he paused. Everything around him just stopped; slowly uttering the words, “Those guys are so lucky.” Chad corrected it like nothing happened. ‘I’m not gay,’ he laughed uncomfortably about himself. There was a part of him that kept coming back to that thought for the entire week.

However, it was finally time for the college obstacle course. He didn’t have time to think about it. They had everything set up on a field off campus and it took him a while to actually find it. But Chad was more happy that he’d finally be able to show off his body. He saw a bunch of the guys without their shirts on so he decided that was the way to go. Most of the girls looked over at him and giggled at his hot body. He saw a couple of the guys too. They were so cute as they tried not to stare for too long. It was like they wanted to be around him but kept their distance like they would do something they might regret later.

“Fuck…” he uttered. It was sinking in. He was gay. All he could think about were the guys. And those guys were hot. Chad stared blankly at the sky realizing this was his life now. “Fuck…”

“Wake up there buddy,” Chad felt a firm hand slap him on the butt. “C’mon the race just started. Can’t give up yet.” He jogged in place around Chad. “Race you to the top.” The guy started running to the climbing section. “Unless you like the bottom!” he called back giving chad a sly wink as he ran. He sprinted off ahead to the first obstacle. Chad wasn’t about to let this guy beat him. He still needed a name and number. And he definitely wanted to get to the top.

The New World - Part 5

Here’s part 5, hopefully, you all enjoy xox

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Daryl x Reader, Maggie X Glen, Ezekiel x everyone

Warnings: This chapter is pretty much just fluff and smut. #Sorrynotsorry More of the Negan mystery coming in the next chapter. Canon-divergence

Word Count: 3491

Originally posted by wouldnormanreedus

Daryl sat down in the driver’s seat with a huff and turned the engine over. Putting the hulking vehicle into gear, it lurched forward causing a squeal of delight from the kids and Glenn to ask Daryl if he should do the driving.

Daryl silently flipped Glenn off in the rearview mirror, making both you and Maggie laugh. You took in a deep breath, exhaled and felt excited for the journey ahead. Once he got her going, the RV rolled on without a hitch as Daryl directed it out beyond the walls of Alexandria and onward towards the Kingdom.


“There’s gonna be a what?!” Shelby screeched and bounced up and down excitedly on Daryl’s lap. 

“A king, munchkin. The leader of this community is called King Ezekiel,” Daryl tried to hold her down as she squirmed on his lap. Sitting in the front seat of the RV, Daryl rode shotgun while Glenn navigated the vehicle down the last few miles towards the Kingdom.

“And when we get there, guess what they greet you with?” Daryl cooed to Shelby, her eyes big with wonder.

“What daddy? What do they have?” she was staring at his face, her eyes as big as saucers.

“Horses,” he raised his eyebrows and she squealed again, eliciting a strange look from her little brother.

“Shell’s loud,” Abe complained from the seat next to you on the bench. On his other side was Hershel, who was covering his ears every time Shelby professed her enthusiasm for their arrival at the Kingdom. You peeked over at Hershel and couldn’t help but laugh at the two boys as their faces scrunched up at the noise.

Glenn pulled the RV into the lot outside and brought it to a stop. Shelby instantly jumped up off Daryl’s lap and ran for the door.

“Shelby, wait!” you called after her, reaching to grab her waist before she went barreling out of the RV.

“No mama lemme go!” Shelby wriggled out from your arms and made a beeline for the door, but Daryl was there to scoop her up before she got far.

“Munchkin, you gotta be calm, ok? Remember what I told you about outside the walls?” Daryl crouched down so he was eye level with the chestnut-haired little girl, her blue eyes burning with curiosity and excitement.

“Be very quiet, cause the walkers can hear you,” Shelby repeated on cue.

“That’s right Shel,” Daryl smiled sweetly at her and ran a hair over the top of her long, wild hair, “you gotta be quiet, ok munch? But, once we’re at the Kingdom, you can make all the noise you want. Alright?”

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Enoch O’Connor - Newcomers

Originally posted by har-rison-s

Request: Could you pretty please do #2 with Enoch O'Connor?

2: “Aren’t you just a little ray of sunshine?”

Fandom: Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Warnings: Sarcasm, low-key flirting

Word Count: 2518

A/N: This is my first requested imagine so I hope it’s good enough! Thanks for the ask btw! Ily!❤❤


My best friend, Jacob Portman, and I were in the small town of Cairnholm near Whales, looking up at the children’s home that his grandfather, Abe Portman, had told us about in his stories when we were young. He had died recently and requested Jake to come and visit it. I just came to keep him some company.

But when we found the home just yesterday, we were surprised to find the place in ruins. Jake was explaining to me what he found out from Uncle Oggie, the old manager at the inn we were staying at.

“He said that it got bombed during World War II. September 3rd, 1943. Grandpa said something about that just before he died.” He started to ramble as we walked towards the disastrous house. “I just thought maybe we should investigate, you know? Like old times.”

“Like old times,” I repeated quietly. I missed the old times. When we were children and didn’t have a care in the world and would run around and play together. Guess that’s all changed now.

We walked through a hole in the side of the wall, passing through what looked like the living room. Jake picked up a dusty picture from the ground and blew it off. I walked over to see, it was all of the kids and the headmistress from the stories his grandpa used to tell us. I looked at him and shrugged, putting the frame down and continuing through the house. There were lots of strange rooms, from a creepy greenhouse with vines growing all over it to another room filled with jars that… wait, are those organs? Ugh.

We rounded a corner, suddenly seeing a silhouette of a girl. I gasped out in shock. What the hell is going on? Jake grabbed my hand, just as freaked as I am.

“Abe?” she questioned. That was his grandfather’s name! Suddenly he took off running the opposite direction, dragging me along with him.We stopped when we saw a cute girl with blonde curls and a pink dress peek from behind a door frame, but she disappeared almost as quickly as she came. Stomping came from the floor above. We looked around and saw two kids in matching sort of costumes and they disappeared also. we started running again until Jake ran straight into a mountain of rocks and knocked himself out. Typical.

“Jacob! Wake up, you idiot!” I screamed into his ear, he didn’t budge. I looked back to see a group of people slowly walking closer and closer to us. I screamed for my unconscious friend once more before everything went black.


I woke up when someone threw me on the ground, along with Jake right beside me. Wait, when did I even start sleeping? I looked up to see a group of kids, some younger, some around our age. Who are these people? Do I know them? They look quite familiar. Questions swarmed inside of my head, none of them I have a reasonable answer for. But apparently Jake did. He smiled at the group of kidnapping strangers in front of us. New question, is he insane?!

“Your Emma!” He exclaimed pointing at a blonde girl that looked close to our age. “And the twins,” pointing at the two little kids in matching costumes we saw earlier. “And Olive,” pointing at another girl around our age, with fiery red hair. “And Bronwyn.” The small girl that was carrying us smiled and nodded. “And he’s Millard!” Jake finished pointing at some floating clothes in the shape of a human body. He grabbed his cap and nodded in greeting.

“W-what the h-h-hell is going o-on?” I stuttered to Jake. “They a-aren’t real. It’s j-j-just f-fairytales!” I recognized them from the stories Abe used to tell us when we were kids. “Even if they are r-real, t-they’re d-dead! I mean, he’s i-invisible, but still d-dead.”

“None of us are dead,” The floating clothes, I mean Millard, said. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion before widening my eyes.

“Oh my God, are we dead?” He said, voicing out my thoughts exactly. He looked at the group before looking back at me, wearing the same scared expression. I opened my mouth to say something but was unable to find the words, so just shook my head in confusion.

“No.” Said Emma, saying it like it was the most obvious thing ever.

“You, you called me Abe, in the house. Why?” Jake asked her. She sighed, looking away for just a second before facing him again.

“You look like him, just for a moment. Before you started screaming, running away and concussing yourself,” she replied looking him in the eye as he turned his head, trying to hide the red on his cheeks. I laughed, loving this girl already.

“Wait, what’s happening?” I asked once I contained myself, I could feel Jake glaring at the side of my head, which I contained a small smile.

“We’re waiting until the coast is clear before we enter the loop,” Emma explained as we saw Olive walking closer to us, placing a hand on our shoulders, looking around every few seconds.

“You never know who might be watching…” she said quietly, pushing us towards the rest of the group. That took the smile that was left right off my face. This was giving me the creeps, and big time.

“Wait, before we go into the what?” Jake asked as we all walked towards a dark cave they were waiting by before and walking into it.

“Please, Jake! Miss Peregrine’s waiting. She saw the both of you on the ferry. She sent us to get you.” Emma explained again as we walked deeper into the cave. The only light coming from a small hole in the top of it. Suddenly, there was a loud ticking noise inside my head. I put a hand to my forehead, and then, it all stopped. Everything was silent again. We looked behind us to see Emma and the rest staring at us.

“Jake… I don’t have a good feeling about this…” I whispered quietly into his ear. He nodded in agreement, slowly taking my hand in his before we bolted. We ran out of the cave, the sun shining down on us. Wasn’t it cloudy before though?

We kept running until we got back to the pub/hotel we were staying at and started to run up the stairs to tell Jake’s dad what we had just witnessed. But before we could make it even halfway up the stairs, a man called out to us. We looked back at the crowded pub, the bartender and the customers giving us weird looks.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” he said with a snarl, setting down his cigarette.I gave him a nasty look.

“To our room, if you don’t mind,” I replied in a nasty tone. Some of the women gasped at the words that came out of my mouth.

“We’re guest here,” Jake said calmly, giving me a look. I rolled my eyes before looking back at the bartender. He scoffed

“Does this look like a hotel to you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” We replied in unison. The bartender got up and started walking over towards us along with the other men he was talking to before we barged in. “No. I’ve got a key. Talk to the manager, he’ll tell you” Jake said fishing in his pocket and pulling it out, handing it to him. He snatched it and continued to move closer.

“I am the manager, boy.” He said back. People started putting in opinions.

“They’re American. Maybe they’re army.” one woman said.

“Bullocks. Listen to their accent. It’s terrible. They’re spies!” Another man said.

We started protesting, telling everyone how we mean no harm, we’re just tourists, but they wouldn’t listen. why would they think we’re spies, anyway? What century are they living in?

“I say we get the truth out of him, the old-fashioned way,” the bartender said as he grabbed Jake by the collar of his shirt.

“Leave him, you big brute!” I yelled as I tried to jump on him, only being held back by some other men. I struggled in their grasps, but they were too strong.

Suddenly, glasses and plates started flying everywhere, crashing into walls, counters, tables, even some people. The men that were holding us let go to take cover under tables and behind the bar counter.

We watched as everything flew everywhere. Olive appeared behind us, one of her thick black rubber gloves taken off. She rushed us out of the building and set fire to the small pub. Wait, WHAT?! There were planes that flew through the air, close to the ground, with Nazi symbols painted onto the sides.

“Jake, Y/N, get on!” Emma yelled from a horse-drawn carriage. We ran to jump onto the wood trailer the speeding horse was carrying. As we sped past the small town, we saw other men rush towards the now burning pub.

“I can’t believe you’re real! You’re all real”” Jake exclaimed, looking at them all in amazement. I had to say I was surprised too, and still very confused.

“They have been trying to tell you,” I said, laughing slightly.

“I think I’m special too! In the pub. Olive, you saw. So did Y/N!” Jake said looking at us. I gave him a confused look. “Everything was flying and breaking, and that was me! I was doing it with my mind!”

“No, that was me.” Someone said. Since I couldn’t see who it was, I’m assuming it was Millard.

“Millard?” I said.

“Yeah.”

“Are you naked?”

“…Yeah.” He said again as Emma handed him his clothes from the front. Jake and I let out a small ‘oh’ as we looked in another direction as he started to put his clothes back on.

“I don’t…” I started, not knowing what to say. “A bomb dropped on you in 1943-”

“It is 1943,” Olive said.

“September the 3rd, 1943.” Millard continued, pulling his sweater over his head.

“All day, every day.” Emma finished. “It’s our loop.” I nodded slowly, sort of, but not really, starting to understand what’s happening.


Emma had sent us to get ready for dinner, at 5:30. Jake and I went upstairs to get some dining clothes, Jake borrowing some of Abe’s old clothes and me borrowing a dress of Emma’s. Before we could reach the attic, which is where the clothes of Abe’s are, Olive stepped out of a room into the hall in front of us.

“Y/N, Jake, come and meet Enoch properly,” she said as she led us into the room filled with hearts in jars. I shivered. There was a boy, once again around our age, maybe a bit older, sitting at a desk working on a very demented looking doll. He had a nice face, though.

“You two must feel pretty out of place.” He commented, looking up at us. He stopped momentarily when he set his almost black eyes on me. I raised my eyebrow, causing him to look back down at his work.

“Don’t worry. We’re used to it.” I replied, walking towards the desk. He looked back at us, placing the tiny heart down.

“No, I wasn’t worried,” he said before looking at Jake. Some advice for you, though. Man to man.”

“If you could even call either of you that,” I mumbled under my breath, but loud enough for both of them to hear. Enoch glared at me before looking back at Jake.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” he continued, ignoring your comment. “If you think you’re staying just because of you like Emma, don’t bother. You see, she swore off romance decades ago when she got her heart broken. And she’s never gonna change her mind, so…” he finished putting out his hand, signaling Olive to get something for him.

“Aren’t you just a little ray of sunshine?” I asked sarcastically. He looked up from his doll, smiling slightly to me.

“It’s not like your any better, darling.” He said cheekily. I was taken aback and started blushing like mad. Jake looked in between my beet red face to his sporting an attractive smirk. Before quickly changing the subject.

“What are you doing?” He asked quickly, just as curious as I was. Olive smiled widely. Enoch didn’t answer, instead turned his smirk to him before taking the tiny heart from before and placing it into the odd looking dolls. They both popped to life and started walking towards each other.

“Isn’t he amazing?” Olive asked, not taking her eyes off of the tiny creatures.

“What did you do?” I asked in shock. Looking from the dolls to their creator.

“This?” He asked. “Y/N, this isn’t even the fun part. Do you want to see the fun part?” He raised his dark eyebrows. He whispered something to them, it was inaudible to us, and the two dolls started to circle each other in battle stance. I gasped in shock as I watched the small figures fight, tearing off limbs and clipping each other’s strings until the one crab-like doll stabbed the other with his sword hand. Olive started clapping and laughing hysterically.

“They’re like puppets. Just do anything I tell them.” He said as the crab doll checked if his opponent was truly dead. “It’s even more fun with people. You should’ve seen some of the epic battles they used to have at my parents’ funeral parlor.”

My mouth was left open but closed immediately after when I heard Emma calling for us, asking if we found the clothes. She pulled JAke away to lead him to the attic and Olive went to go help the other kids, leaving me and Enoch alone in the room.

“Did you like the show?” He asked, standing up and walking over to me. I shrugged.

“I don’t know whether to be amazed or freaked, to be completely honest,” I said, laughing nervously.

I take that as a compliment.” He shrugged, leaning against the front of the table, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I have to say, you’re very… strange,” I said, choosing my words carefully. He gave another emotionless laugh.

“In here, everyone is.” He said, looking out the window at the side of the room where there was a pleasurable view of the garden the kids were playing in. “You must be too if you were able to get through the loop.”

“You really think so?” I asked.

“I’m quite positive, as I said my reasoning before.” He shrugged looking back at me. I smiled, wondering what could possibly be my ‘peculiarity’.

“Well, I better get ready for supper,” I said slowly walking back towards the door.

“As should I,” he replied. “Guess I’ll see you down there.”

“Yeah,” I said quietly, winking at him before skipping down the hallway. This really was going to be an… interesting trip.

Season 9 - Ep 19 - Sneak Peek

Written by: @seriestherapy and @bunysliper

She took her time to fix her coffee the way she liked it, and then she returned to her desk, ready to face the neverending pile of paperwork. She was in the middle of replying to an email from 1PP about her maternity leave when suddenly, all the lights went off, and the whole floor was filled with darkness. She clumsily stood from her chair, managing to get to the door by gripping the edge of her desk and letting what little light came in through the closed blinds guide her.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a blackout,” she exclaimed, loud enough for everyone to hear above the growing clamor of voices. “The backup generator will pick up in a second.”

No sooner had she said those words than the lights came back on, and she saw a few officers sigh, clearly relieved.

“See? Nothing to worry ab–”

But her sentence was cut off abruptly by a chorus of screams and loud bangs coming from the distance.

“It seems to be coming from holding,” Vikram said from the door of the tech room.

Beckett just had to share a look with Ryan to send him running in the general direction of the noises, gun unholstered and ready. Her pregnancy made it difficult for her to follow, so she got to the scene a few seconds after him and a few others. The first thing that caught her attention was the body of an officer on the floor.

“It’s Parker. He was in charge of holding last night,” LT informed her.

Ryan was crouched next to the body, his hand on the man’s neck, checking for vitals. He shook his head and turned to look at Beckett.

“He’s dead,” he confirmed.

Beckett was still absorbing this information when she heard LT speak again. The urgency in his voice was unmistakable.

“The cells,” he said. “The cells are open.”

Sam's Dirty Little Secret

Summary: PWP including some of Sam’s kinks

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: bondage, marking, oral sex, ruined orgasm, spanking

Sam had been doing research for hours, head bent over the lore books he had spread all over the library table. You walked up behind him and started massaging his shoulders. He leaned back into it. “That feels good.”

“Not as good as you’re about to feel.” You had caught him unaware and pulled his arms behind him tying his wrists together with a leather cord. Dean had taught you how to tie knots, so they were good. He had also taught Sam how to tie knots, so he could get out of them anytime he wanted. He looked up at you; his soft puppy dog eyes had turned into their “I want to fuck you” version. “What’s your safe word, Sam?”

“I don’t have one; I’ve never needed one.”

“I think you might want to change your mind.” You sat down on his lap and started grinding against him. You ran both your hands through his hair grabbing onto handfuls of it. “See, I can make you feel things none of those other women could because you love me. You might want to reconsider.” He looked pointedly at your chest. You kindly lifted your shirt over your head and took off your bra offering one of your breasts to his mouth. He latched onto it sucking and licking greedily before you took it away. “"That’s enough for now.” You began grinding against his lap “Are you going to tease me all night?”

“Maybe. At least for a good long time, and it’s going to be so worth it when I finally let you come.” You kissed him long and slow teasing him every way your tongue knew how. You placed your hand on his crotch and cupped his growing erection. You stared unbuttoning his shirt, never losing contact with his lust blown eyes as you did.

“So, how are you going to get it off? My hands are still tried behind my back.”

“I don’t need to get it all the way off, Darling.” To prove your point, you pushed it down off his shoulders as far as it would go until it reached his hands. Then you reached for one of the smaller blades you used for hunting, edged it under the bottom of his t-shirt until he could feel the cold steel. With one upward motion, you made a clean cut up the shirt to his neck and pushed it back as well leaving his chest and stomach exposed to you. You leaned over expertly moving your tongue across his lower abdomen. And right along the waistband of his jeans, so close to where he waited you to be. You could clearly see the his bulge through the denim now.

You unbuckled his belt and opened the button on his jeans, then stopped. You raked your nails up his abs and across his chest. Those scratches were going to leave marks. You found his neck and started kissing and sucking right where it met his shoulder. At the same time you turned your attention to his ever growing erection. You unzipped his jeans and pulled him out of his boxers so at least he was no longer confined. He let out a moan of relief which soon changed to one of need as you started stroking him upward as you nibbled on his neck. His cock started to throb in your hand and you bit him hard. “Sam, I’m going to leave marks all over you that you’ll remember for days. Every time you feel one, you’ll remember you’re mine. You’ll know that I’m the only one who can give you pleasure like this.

You heard and felt him gritting his teeth. “Holy Water.” My safeword: holy water.“

“Are you using it?” “No.”

“Well, then it’s time for me to punish you for not taking care of yourself. You need your sleep, Sam. You really do. You can’t stay up doing research all night while in the meantime I’m just waiting for you in our bed all alone.” You lowered yourself to your knees taking him deep into your mouth moving up and down, slower and faster, licking the pre come from his slit, rolling his balls in your hand. He gasped out, “This doesn’t feel like punishment. “It will. It will, but so worth it. I promise.”

You relentlessly kept going with your mouth settling on a faster, steady rhythm that you knew would finish him. Your hand moved rapidly up and down the bottom of his shaft. As you felt the first taste of his release in your mouth, you let go. Your mouth and your hand were gone. You watched as his come dribbled down the sides of his dick. He had come but there was no completion or satisfaction in it, just more ache and an even greater need. “Y/N, no. Please, don’t leave me like this.”

“Don’t worry,Sam. I’m not nearly done with you.” You pulled his pants and boxers off so his lower body was completely naked. “Now, get on the table on your knees, head down, ass in the air.” It was awkward, but he managed to do it. You cut both shirts the rest of the way off of him. “Do you know why you’re being punished, Sam?”

“I don’t take care of myself.” You rested the paddle you had bought for just this occasion against his ass, so he could feel it and anticipate what was to come next. “What should you do, Sam?” “Get enough sleep.” Smack! The first blow hit him. “What else?” “Make sure I eat.” Another smack. “And?” “Not get so stressed.” The paddle fell against him three more times in rapid succession. His butt cheeks were beginning to glow a rosy shade of pink. “Who can take care of that for you, Sam?” “You can.” Two more whacks.

You began to notice something. As the paddle kept falling, his cock was getting harder and harder. “Is there something you want, Sam?” “Yes, I want to come. I want to come. Can I? Please.” “You are so good for asking.” His ass was really starting to turn red now. It had to hurt. That and the ruined orgasm from earlier were enough. You’d finish him off this way because Sam liked some pain with his pleasure, but finish him you would. You continued to rain down blows with the paddle with your right hand and jerk him off with your left. As a flood of come shot out of him, he yelled louder than you had ever heard him before.

You heard the sound of the bunker door opening as Sam collapsed on the library table on top of the now ruined lore books. Dean was back from his supply run. You had just enough time to grab your shirt and slip it back over your head. From the balcony you heard, “Hey, Sam, I got the…” He stopped cold when he looked over the railing and saw the scene before him. His mouth fell open. “Oh…”

“Dean, could you give us a minute? I need to put your brother to bed.”

He stumbled over his words. “Yeah, yeah. I think I left something in the car.”

You untied Sam’s hands, and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I’m going to take you to bed. I’ll take care of anything that’s sore or stings, then I’m going to make love to you. Sam, you’re going to get it rough, soft, and everything in between. I’ll give you everything you need because I love you too.” You knelt down where you could see his face. He opened his gorgeous hazel green eyes to look into yours. “I do love you,Y/N. I’m completely in love with you.”

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Some Appearance-Related Pidge Headcanons

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-Katie of course cut her hair to become Pidge, and by the looks of it she didn’t want to cut it. I think that her short hair has “grown on her” (pun intended?) lmao and she kind of likes it now, but sometimes it reminds her too much of her bro and she honestly does miss her long hair. She promises to herself that she’ll grow it out once she reunites with Matt and her father. When she does, Lance and Allura help her grow it out/groom it.

-Her hair grows pretty fast, so I’d imagine she doesn’t mind cutting it short and letting it grow out every two years. She likes to let her hairstyles express herself as opposed to clothing/makeup, so growing it out for one/two year cycles is quite fun for her and amusing for everyone else. It keeps Lance busy and Allura challenged with helping Pidge come up with new do’s for every season.

-Pidge has naturally thick but sculpted eyebrows. Everybody is secretly jealous because Pidge’s eyebrows are always on fleek.

-Pidge has really long eyelashes, although they are blondish and she hardly wears makeup, so they go unnoticed most of the time. Pidge really enjoys the nice comments on her eyelashes especially when somebody notices them when she’s not wearing mascara.

-Her eyes are brown with hints of Amber, and sometimes they look more Amber than brown.

-Pidge doesn’t need those glasses…I can’t imagine the Alteans having or sparing the equivalent of human contacts amongst all the chaos…so I think Pidge keeps the glasses because they were her brothers. She probably exchanged the lenses so that they weren’t harmful to her eyes and didn’t give her headaches or anything like that. She wore them at the garrison all the time to keep her image, and wears them pretty much all the time still except for when she has her suit/helmet on. They remind her what she’s fighting for.

-Pidge is a tiny bit self conscious about her ears. They are very small and round, and they stick out a bit more than some people’s ears. As Katie, when her hair was down it was in front of her ears, and she had hair in front of her ears when it was up in a ponytail, too. Even With her short hair, she left a little hair in front of her ears. Hunk has round ears as well, and makes an offhand comment about them to Pidge one day, which opens up a flood of conversation about different things they hate about themselves, and they have one of those friend sessions where they’re like omg no you hate that? That’s so cute/pretty/handsome/awesome! Pidge learns to love her little ears and both hunk and Pidge leave the convo feeling better about themselves.

-Pidge loves her nose and her dorky ass smile, cute little face shape, and lots of things about herself. In general she’s not too worried about her appearance or what other people think of her…she’s learned to love herself for what’s inside. I know that sounds cheesy and cliche but honest to god she’s been learning throughout all of her struggles that her motives are what’s important, and she continues to grow and strengthen her bonds with people on a deeper level than just the facade she put on.

-She has clear af skin. Lance  joked one time that it was because she just “hadn’t hit puberty” (only because he’s super jelly cuz he has to do a whole routine to keep his skin clear) to which the response was “and yet somehow I’m more mature than you” all the other Paladins got a kick out of that it was a good moment. Get rekt Lance

-Pidge gets a few freckles on her face/shoulders when she goes out into the sun for a while. (IF SHE WOULD ACTUALLY SPEND SOME TIME OUTDOORS)

-She probably shaved as Katie, so when she took on the Pidge alias She let her leg/armpit hair grow out to fit in as a boy, but now she doesn’t see why she felt the need to shave in the first place! She might keep her armpits groomed now more often, but she rarely shaves her legs. Those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind….everybody Pidge really cares about doesn’t care wether or not she shaves her legs!

-Pidge has pretty sculpted muscles for the most part, minus the fact that she doesn’t really have ripped abs or anything. I think she has a high metabolism and “eats quite a lot for someone of her size” (according to Coran anyway XD)

-Pidge is 5'2". Which isn’t all that bad except for the fact that everybody else is a freaking GIANT compared to her!!! (The shortest besides her is Keith whom I hc at 5'9") she generally doesn’t mind her height, except the occasional qualms of having short arms and short legs that can’t reach pedals, or small hands and feet. She has no trouble climbing to get what she wants, or asking hunk to do it for her. If Lance ever jokes about her height, she kinda just casually gives him a low sweep kick and once he’s on his ass with a possible nose bleed she’s just like: “who’s the short one now?” >:3

-Her shoe size is 5. She was hella thankful that the paladin armor kinda just magically adjusts to the Paladins’ bodies, otherwise she’d be tripping all over the place.

-Pidge is an A/B cup. She’s pretty flat chested. Fite me. (I think she still bound her chest, tho. Boobs are boobs and they still would’ve been noticeable)

-Even though Pidge doesn’t have big boobs, she’s got a nice figure! Her hips curve nicely, which would probably be visible if she wore something other than sweaters and cargo shorts lol

-Even before becoming “Pidge,” she didn’t particularly care too much for dressing overly feminine, except on special occasions. She’s one of those dorks that wears long sleeves/hoodies during any season…rarely will you see her in short sleeves or God forbid a tank top…although the she looks SUPER cute with those on. She’s not particularly fond of tight clothing…although as she grows up she becomes more comfortable in her own skin.

-Pidge’s guilty girly pleasure is getting her toenails done. Nobody can really see them anyway, what with the outfits she chooses to wear, so she goes all out. She and Allura have little girls night in every so often in between missions. It started with a suggestion by Allura and Allura painting her own nails and Pidge’s, then Pidge takes it up and becomes really good at it. Now they paint each others nails and talk endlessly…sleepover style. :)

-Pidge also keeps her fingernails fairly groomed, although she doesn’t paint them. It annoys the heck out of her when they get too long. Especially when she’s coding/hacking etc. Her nails against the keyboard instead of her actual fingertips against the keyboard makes her cringe and drives her crazy, so she makes sure they are trimmed, although the they may not be perfectly even or smooth.

-Pidge has got more than a few scars on her body. A lot of them are from playing with Matt as a kid, some are new from being a paladin and she can tell that they will leave a mark even if it’s very small or hardly noticeable. She’s proud of them and enjoys telling stories of the old ones to  the other Paladins, and can’t wait to share the new ones with Matt and her father.

BTS Teacher!Au- Jimin (part 2)

Part 1

Luckily for you, your ankle had only been sprained, which meant you didn’t have to go to the hospital, and you also didn’t need a cast on your foot, which you were thankful for, since it would have made your plans for your date with Jimin awkward.

You rushed around your room, trying to get ready. You didn’t know whether you should go for some shorts, or a cute dress. On one side, the dress made you look cute and innocent, and it fell nicely on your body, but the shorts made you look hot, and they hugged your booty in a way that you were sure would catch your teacher’s attention. You grinned at the mirror, and decided to go with the shorts, wearing some black high top converse on your feet, and a cute tshirt to match the outfit. You tied your hair up in a high ponytail, and applied some basic  but flattering make up.

You were lucky your parents never really asked where you were going or what you were doing, and your brother was out  for the day and wasn’t going to question you until you admitted to your date. You were glad he had left for college and only ever came back some weekends, because he could be the most annoying, overly protective person in the world, and you were practically an adult, who didn’t need him to watch over you 24/7.

You made your way to the spot in town that Jimin had told you he would park his car at, and once you spotted the vehicle, you opened the passenger door, and slipped in.

“you made it!” Jimin exclaimed, looking at you happily, his hands still on the steering wheel. You reached over your seat, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, before returning to your place, and clicking the seatbelt on.

He turned the key in the car, and the engine roared to life. You both knew meeting up at a spot in this town was too risky to be acceptable, so you agreed that he would take you to a place in a nearby town for the day, somewhere where it would be less likely for the two of you to get caught by anyone who didn’t need to know about your secret relationship.

The car ride with Jimin was probably the most fun you had ever had, blasting music through the speakers, singing along as you waved your hands up in the air, and Jimin had to restrain himself from looking at you, because he knew keeping his eyes on the road was the most important thing at that moment.

He parked the car, and got out quickly, walking around the car to open the door for you. You got out, and took his hand, as he kissed your knuckles.

“My lady.” He spoke, doing an awkward bow that had you laughing.

“You are so silly Mr. Park.” You told him, but he shushed you.

“We are not in school, you can call me Jimin now.” He told you, before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. He lead you to the inside of a cute couples café, which had a menu filled with treats exclusively for couples.

He sat down at a booth in front of you and grinned at you excitedly, like a child on Christmas Morning.

“You are so cheesy” You told him with a giggle, but he rolled his eyes at you, and stuck his tongue out.

“Yet you still like me… it must be the abs” He teased. Your eyes opened wide, your mouth went dry, and suddenly you felt a tingly sensation run through your body.

“A-Abs?” You asked him, your hand traveling to your face in surprise. He gave you a pleased look, which was soon replaced by one that suggested he had no idea what you were talking about.

“Oh? You didn’t know? Under this shit I have amazing washboard abs… but since I’m so cheesy, I won’t let you see.” He teased further, sticking his tongue out at the end of the sentence, as his hand gently caressed the front of his shirt. You gulped visibly. The things that man did to you and your poor revolutionized hormones…

“No! Please Jimin…” You begged him on instinct, reaching over the table to grab his hand. It was his turn to be surprised, not expecting his own reaction once he heard the plea roll off your tongue. His palms became sweaty, and his eyes became dark and lustful.

“How about we take a little detour after we’ve had a snack?” He hinted, his voice deep and raspy, and so sexy it was deliciously irresistible. Your eyes darkened too, as you licked your lips painfully slowly.

“Only if you promise you will show me those washboard abs of yours close up” You told him, leaning in towards him so  he could see your lips move so sexily with every syllable.

“For someone so young, you are definitely very dirty you know? But if you insist… I’ll show you my abs… and anything else you want to see.” He replied, leaning in towards you, his lips almost touching yours. The air was growing thick and full of sexual tension.

“I want to see everything.” You whispered against his lips, your breath tickling his skin. His mouth opened slightly, his breathing becoming jagged.

But just as he was about to reply, the waitress came into vision, awkwardly asking the two of you if you were ready to order, and you noticed how uncomfortable your current stance must have made the lady. Jimin cleared his throat, and very charmingly ordered an ice cream and a couple of sodas, giving the lady one of his oh so charming smiles.

The tension in the air was becoming insufferable, you couldn’t wait to have your hands all over his body, to touch every inch of skin that you possibly could, to rake your nails along that muscular back of his. His eyes focused on your face, as he tried his hardest not to look down your body, for he was not sure he would have had the patience to even wait for the ice cream to arrive before he dragged you to his car, or anywhere really. He didn’t care about location. He wanted you.

As the ice cream came, you both began eating it immediately, both because it looked like a gif of the Heavens, but also because you were desperate to go somewhere private.

You decided to tease him further, and began licking your spoon suggestively as you ate, letting some of the ice cream rest on your lips before you sensually licked it off your lips. Your foot travelled up his leg under the table, making him gasp and his eyes darken. You smirked at him, knowing exactly what you were doing to him.

He slammed more than enough money onto the table, before grabbing your arm, and tugging you out of the café.

“Oh girl… You have no idea what you have just done.” He told you, as he walked with you to a dark alleyway that was far enough from everything, and everyone. You gulped, as you watched him stare at you with a hungry gaze, your body reacting immediately to him

A Brand New Start

A request from Amino

It had been Sam’s idea to have a baby. Of course it was Sam’s idea. He had been hinting at adoption for the past few months. Then he had to go and piss off Rowena. Turns out they didn’t have to adopt anymore. Dean wasn’t sure about how Rowena did it, but a few months after her casting that spell on Sammy, Dean couldn’t deny it. His baby brother was pregnant.

Once the initial weirdness passed, or most of it anyway, Dean was really warming up to the idea. Except for Sam’s mood swings, which were worse than usual. He got a kick out of his weird cravings, and actually loved seeing Sammy’s stomach grow as their baby did. The only thing he was concerned about was how the kid was gonna come out of him. That and how long it was going to take him to get those great abs back.

All in all, pregnant Sam was relatively easy to deal with. He was happier than usual, which for Dean was a welcome change. He loved feeling the baby kick, and always wanted Dean to feel it too, which Dean enjoyed nearly as much as Sam. Without any life threatening problems to take care of, they were cherishing the idea of being parents, and retiring from the hunter life. Maybe for good. That thought was as relieving as it was scary.

Regardless what stood in their future, Dean was ready for this. For a life and a family outside of hunting. He never thought he would be, but Sam had proved him wrong. Again. Sam had a way of doing that. He had so much in his life now. He had Cas, a true friend if there ever was one, his beloved Sammy, and new addition to their wonderfully dysfunctional family.

mildly angry*

I don’t know how some rad fems hate the entirety of the male gender. I mean, have you seen a my boyfriends face (tis beautiful, btw)? Or my abs? Or the sweetness of Asa Butterfield? Or the patience of the boy who saved my life? Or the innocence of a 5 year old’s love? Or the determined, but struggling, boy in my 3rd grade class who wanted to read well?

TAke notes:

  • boys be hella fine
  • boys be havin’ diverse personalities, just as ya’ll strong, independent women be havin’
    • mucho to offer. in diversity be comin’ innovation
  • boys be human beings
    • come on now, fucking rad fems

I mean, come on. Grow up, start wiping your own ass, and see the beauty in having diversity between the two genders.

(vice versa on those hating the female gender, since we’re playing fair here)

Bumblebee Skater AU Part 3

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Part 4


Blake knows she is very talented and skillful. She can do many things from sewing to being a master at mix martial arts. She’s great at many things. But balancing herself on a skateboarding and trying to ride it? No.


“ Yang! Stop laughing! It’s not funny! ”. Blake yelled irritated but embarrassed as she gripped yang’s forearms. The blonde just kept laughing outloud as she helped the singer balance herself. Which is the third attempt since the other times she fell. And Blake hopes no one was watching or recording her right now.


“ I-I’m sorry! HAHAHA! Okay! Okay… I’ll stop ”. Yang said her laughter dying out. Blake frowned as she kept glancing to yang then the skateboard. The blonde’s laugh faded but kept an amused grin. Stepping closer to help the singer balance. “ Your the one who said you wanted to try this. And didn’t you say you had ’ many ’ talents? So this should be easy for you. ”. Yang reassured. Which Blake answered by shaking her head. “ I know what I said. I just suck at riding things with wheels! ”. Blake said irritably.


Yang giggled but stopped when Blake glared at her. Yang was surprised at how scary she looked. She then sighed and put on a calm expression. “ Everyone sucks at first. I did too. Do you want to try riding again or do you want to stop? ”. Yang said with a soft voice. Blake looked down at the board then yang. Blake blushed at how close they were and was able to see the now noticeable freckles around her nose. And how vibrant her green blue eyes were.


“ Uhhh… L-let’s stop for now ”. Blake stuttered and yang nodded. She helped Blake stepped off which the singer sighed in relief. She let go of the blonde’s forearms and frowned at the visible hand marks on her tanned skin. Yang didn’t say anything as she kicked up her board and held it with her left arm.


“ Well, we should go back to Weiss and Ruby. Unless…. ”. Yang said with a growing smirk on her face. Blake looked at the blonde weirdly and blushed when she looked at her. “ Unless you want to ditch them and go hang out at my favorite food place. It’s also a book store and my favorite place to skate indoors. And you did say you love to read right? ”. Yang said stepping closer to the singer. Blake couldn’t help but blush and get butterflies in her stomach again. She appreciated how the blonde took notice of the things she loved. Treated her like any other person other than a celebrity.


“ I would love to. But… I really don’t want to be seen by paparazzi today ”. Blake said frowning. She saw yang frown for a bit before she quickly grinned. “ You don’t have to and- oh! Do you trust me? ”. Yang said holding out her hand. Blake looked at her outstretched hand then the blonde’s face. She furrowed her brows, hesitating. It took a few seconds but she finally raised her hand to held onto yang’s warm one.


“ Yes… I do ”. Blake said and yang laughed in excitement. “ Come on then! ”. She said and started running. Blake ran along with her, getting a giddy feeling in her heart. She hasn’t felt this way with someone until- wait, no. She scowled at herself for thinking about ‘him’. Right now, she was free and was running along with a girl she felt comfortable around with. Which is a surprise since she was usually so secretive and quiet with new people she met.


Yang guided Blake to the other side of the park. Running into the parking lot and towards a white jeda. They stopped behind the back of the car where yang let go of Blake’s hand. Blake frowned when she did but took a few deep breaths from that run. “ Hold this
please ”. Yang said passing her skateboard to Blake while taking out her keys. The singer took the skateboard and examined the bottom design. Which was a yellow dragon with the burning heart symbol and her last name. But was scratched in the middle.


“ Uhhh… if anyone asks when we get there, tell them your my girlfriend ”. Yang said making Blake look up. And in an instant, Blake felt her face grow hot as she saw yang put on a dark blue in-n-out shirt. Those abs were going to be the cause of her death if she keeps seeing them. Blake kept staring as she then grabbed a flannel from her duffle bag and turned to Blake. Who was still staring at her with a blushing face.


“ Uhhh… Blake? ”. Yang said waving a hand to her face. The singer snapped out of her dazed and shook her head embarrassed. “ Sorry… ”. She said with a small voice. Yang laughed, stepping forward to grab the skateboard out of Blake’s hands. Then handing Blake the plaid red, yellow and black flannel.
“ Wear this. I know these aren’t your colors so no one would recognize you if you put it on. And with one of my hats ”. Yang said smiling. Blake grabbed the flannel and jumped when yang gently pulled her hat off.


“ It’s fricken hot as hell out here but you’ll be okay. And besides… ”. Yang said as she put a thrasher SnapBack on Blake’s head backwards. Blake had already put on the flannel – which was sizes way bigger than her – and then looked at yang. The tall blonde stared at her for a long moment before smiling. “ You look cute in my clothes kitten. No one would mess with you when they see you, so play along ”. Yang said as she put her skateboard in the trunk. She then closed the trunk and winked at Blake as she walked around to go to the drivers seat.


’ Oh my god ’ is the first thing Blake said in her head. She looked towards the skatepark where she could see the large crowd in the distance. She kind of felt bad for leaving her best friend but this seemed way fun. And yang’s flannel smells like her bakery scent along with strong scented roses. Blake smiled to herself and walked around the car to go into the passengers seat. Where as yang had already started the car and started driving back and away from the parking lot.


She didn’t know what to expect. But she sure as hell knew that ’ The Dragon ’ was more than what meets the eye.

Starkiller Science: Chapter 24

Summary: The truth comes crashing down as you finally confront Kylo Ren concerning the scribbled out ‘Ben’ in the cover of his books, and you find a new world of fear that you had never anticipated but always should have.

Characters in this chapter: you/reader, Kylo Ren, Dr Talia Minoross, Mickella Treeahl, Byrt Haldo, Dr Amena Sayeed, Captain Phasma, Leia Organa

Ships: Kylo Ren x reader

Word Count: 3977

Playlists:Youtube

You had heard a saying once upon a time about home being wherever your heart was, which had always sounded pretty dumb until right about now.  Your heart had never attached itself to a place before this—not at your home planet that you had left as a teenager, not at the university where you had lived and studied and worked for half of your life.  But this satellite floating miles above the Starkiller Base had somehow captured your heart.

Someone had captured your heart.

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No Omelia? Really?

First of all everything seemed great. We had Amelia being cute, Maggie having hot hot sex, even some Jolex. We had Arizona realising Callie was her great love and Ari being Ari with cute lii Abe. Until he died. Holding his engagement ring (REALLY shonda?). 

We had McSisters hosting a dinner party and forgetting about it, we had Amelia and Stephanie growing closer together and we had great patient stories.

Then why was there no Omelia?? We still have nothing since the elevator scene! Nothing! 

Originally posted by anemonadehumo

And than Callie’s girlfriend turned out to be Derek’s killer.

Originally posted by totalfilm

Thanks Shonda for resurfacing all those feelings again! I did not need to see that bitch and those flashbacks. Shonda is ruining my life.

Originally posted by movies-quotes