but not just any woman

aegisofstars  asked:

OKOK-- because I don't see others on here. Let's see. --- CLODIA (clockmakerclodia) and... LINDON (lindon-schofield)! Also I love you and hope you're doing okay. No being depressed. Smile and be happy. You're a wonderful person and deserve to be such!

I mean…I love Clodia but…Lindon…is…well…he’s…pretty… >.> 

anonymous asked:

In response to the breast size ask, I don't get where people think a small chest means a woman is physically inadequate or makes her unattractive. As a proud member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, I can absolutely say that the A and B cup gang is winning. We're just as desirable as any other woman. A woman's worth is not measured in her cup size, whether she has curves, if her skin isn't considered "flawless", etc. Human sexuality (fictional or real) goes beyond just the physical.

The mentality of breastsize = status / knowledge / worth is sadly so ingrained in our culture thanks to the media and the prevalence of the male perspective, it’s depressing. 

Dude, if it wasn’t for the fact I’d like to breastfeed my future kids, I would sign up for a breast reduction tomorrow. As it is, once my childbearing days are done, I’m gonna do it anyway. The potential relief from back-ache is almost reason alone…

Misogyny is not legitimate criticism.

Women are people. Women face misogyny regardless of what they do.

Sometimes people do bad things. Some of the people who do bad things are women.

When women do bad things, that justifies criticism. It does not justify misogyny, or sexualized insults.

For instance: If a female politician votes against health care for poor people, it’s important to talk about how that will get people killed.

That doesn’t make it ok to call her ugly, mock her body, or make comments about how she needs to get laid. None of that has anything to do with health insurance. None of that is valid criticism. None of that serves any constructive purpose. It’s just misogyny.

Directing misogynistic insults at any woman is harmful to all women. It sends the message that there’s no problem with misogyny so long as the woman is a bad person who has it coming somehow. This implies that the only real disagreement about misogyny is about which women deserve it. 

We need to object to misogyny in principle, regardless of who the target is. Misogyny is not criticism. It’s just destructive hatred.

PSA: Reminder that Rey made Kylo her little bitch in TFA.

And he fucking loved it.

(not my gif - belongs to @hardyness on tumblr)

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Boy is SO INTO her strength and power, **NOT intimidated NOR put off by it.**

They are equals, and he views her as such. A challenge, a thrill. Not someone to conquer or put in her place - naaaah.

Ai Yazawa End-of-Book Notes 1-21

So at the end of every volume of NANA, Ai Yazawa has a brief paragraph about the manga or just some introspection about her life. They give great insight into the series and I think only a few are found on the scans of NANA online, so I thought I’d share them all!

Volume 1

The creator, Ai Yazawa, told us, “I created this story so that it could be enjoyed as a stand-alone and, at the same time, have a complete ending that could be connected to an ongoing series.  I hope you’ll look forward to the future of the two Nanas!”

Volume 2

A note from Ai Yazawa: “I had thought that if the two Nanas met each other, they would probably be constantly fighting, but they seem oddly friendly.  What’s up with that?!  It’s one of me (not so) seven wonders (ha-ha).”

Volume 3

Since childhood, the artists I’ve looked up to haven’t been writers and illustrators, but mostly musicians.  Music provides me the most emotional effect and excitement.  If there was no music, I don’t think my creative juices would boil.  Music is that important to my life.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 4

I realized one day that there are hit songs with the same names as the main female characters, NANA, JUNKO, and SACHIKO (the kanji for JUNKO is different, though).  It’s not that big a deal, but I sometimes just hum the melodies longingly.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 5

In the initial drafts, Nana’s band was a rockabilly band like the Stray Cats.  But due to various circumstances, I didn’t keep it that way.  But if they were rockabilly, Ren, Nobu and Shin would have had pompadours.  And Yasu too?

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 6

When I was a child, I used to take piano lessons.  Even after I stopped taking lessons, I bought sheet music I liked and continued playing.  I’ve had my hands full for several years now, but one of these days I’d like to learn how to play jazz piano, which I’ve wanted to do for years now.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 7

I had an opportunity to interview a group of professional musicians.  I showered them with questions, but they answered willingly, and it was very helpful.  I was having problems balancing the fictional world of manga-like simplicity and gorgeousness with a sense of reality.  But I realized again that what’s important is the humanity of the characters.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 8

When I was in high school, there was a cool girl in my class who was a lone wolf.  I was really into a foreign New Romantic-type band then, and when she asked me one day, “Do you want to go to their concert together?” I was overwhelmed.  My heart fluttered more than when I was with my boyfriend (☺).  Have you had a Hachiko experience like that?  - Ai Yazawa

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Mile High Club

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, blowjobs

Word Count: 785

Prompt: The reader finds a quick way to calm Dean down during a flight.

Beta: @impala-dreamer

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“Dean, you need to calm down. You’re freakin’ everyone out here,” Sam grumbled, punching his brother’s shoulder. “It’s a plane, not the Titanic.”

“Planes can crash,” Dean countered. “The Titanic sunk, it’s possible that this metal thing could just blow up any second.”

A woman in front of Dean turned around, shooting him a glare as she tried to comfort her young son who was now about as freaked out as Dean. “Planes are built to fly. They always check them before they go up,” she stated matter-of-factly. The second she turned her back, Dean was mocking her. This time you punched his arm.

The plane hit a bit of turbulence in the air, and you grit your teeth when Dean’s nails sunk into your arm. “Release the death grip, my arm’s gonna fall off.” He sighed, unleashing your arm. “C’mon, let’s go see if we can get you some water.” You suggested, having had enough of Dean’s panic.

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A Softer Love
  • “There are two types of love. True love, and the love we actually get.”
  • “I would love you more if you were someone who could love me.”
  • “Our love was doomed, a burning building, a broken neck. But nothing since you and me even feels like love.”
  • “I want everyone to love me and I’m pretty sure the trick is to just be myself, but with money.”
  • “I can only infer that love exists from its effects on others.”
  • “I will always love you, or anyway I will always have loved you now.”
  • “You are the love of my life so far.”
  • “Will you still love me when I am a spooky ghost?”
  • “I’m in love with the you I wish you were. I only stay with you because you look like him.”
  • “Sometimes even love isn’t enough. So what chance do WE have?”
  • “I wish being in love was enough. I wish it counted for anything at all.”
  • “I hate it when you leave but I love to look at your butt while you walk away.”
  • “Yeah, maybe we all die alone. I masturbate alone, too. Sometimes.”
  • “Sometimes when two people love each other it’s really unfortunate.”
  • “I don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another.”
  • “If love lasted forever, we’d only ever get one.”
  • “Just once I’d like to fall in love with someone? who will ruin things before I do.”
  • “Ah, unrequited love. When your best isn’t enough.”
  • “I am terrified I will never find another love like ours.”
  • “I want to carve our initials in the bark of everyone who ever hurt you.”
  • “I love the way your face lights up when someone says, "It might be dangerous.”“
  • "All I ever wanted was love, until you loved me.”
  • “Our love is like an animatronic pigeon. No! It’s like a sex party on the moon! Also I am a bit drunk.”
  • “I want people to tell their children terrifying stories about the things we did for love.”
  • “When you get that look, nobody is safe. It’s why I first fell in love with you.”
  • “You are a good person and I love you. This just isn’t the life I hoped I’d have.”
  • “Marriage isn’t just between a man and a woman, it’s between any two people who love each other and want to ruin their lives.”
  • “Our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees.”
  • “Sometimes I think you might fall in love with someone else and all my problems will be solved.”
  • “I keep all my old love letters, but to be honest I just skim them for the dirty bits.”
  • “It would be easier to deal with falling out of love if it hadn’t somehow made the sex exciting again.”
  • “Unrequited love is a waste of time. Just walk it off. There. I said it.”
  • “If our love lasts forever it’s gonna get real awkward when one of us dies.”
  • “There are just two things that make life worth living. The people you love, and sweet pranks.”
  • “I love those quiet moments in the dark where you can stop pretending.”
  • “I don’t know what the fuck true love even is but I do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life.”
  • “I said I’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. I guess that’s my problem. A failure of imagination.”
  • “I know I can’t make you love me. But I wish I could make you shut up about not loving me.”
  • “Our love is a meteor impact, a super volcano erupting. We won’t survive but we won’t die bored.”
  • “At first I was angry you had fallen in love with someone else, but you seem so happy now I didn’t even know you were sad.”
  • “You don’t love me, but you used to. I wanted to say thank you for that.”
  • “You and I will never be a great love story. That’s ok! Let’s see what kind of story we’ll be.”
  • “When I picture you with your new lover I get angry, and then sad, then kind of horny.”
  • “I lost the woman I loved and now all I have are my father’s well-meaning words, "Maybe now you can meet a nice man.”“
  • "I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath.”
  • “She’s like an angel. My family loves her but I just don’t believe anymore." 
To all you boys and men out there

You are allowed to say no, too. Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean you always want or have to want sex. Saying no doesn’t make you weak or whatever others want to tell you. Nobody, man or woman, should be allowed to manipulate you into having sex. Whenever you are uncomfortable, say no. Even if you said yes at first, if you are uncomfortable at a later point, you don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to. You have the right to say no and to stop just as much as any woman.

Dean is bi, a succinct look over the seasons

I’ve seen a few posts about how if/when we get Bi!Dean (and Destiel) some people are worried others may cry ‘fan service’ purely because they haven’t noticed it as a continuous theme through the 12 years of the show so far. So I just wanted to compile a few snippets showing that it has been there all along, it’s not a complete list as I would have to literally spend weeks doing this as there is so much material, but here’s just a few to get started!

1x07: So, it’s season 1, everything is just ramping up so the subtext is very sub… 

Dean rejects painting the college kid yet immediately picks up a skin mag (making it sexual), ignoring the actual mag whilst ogling the kid and noticing the point just above his ass that Sam missed? While Sam in an extremely NON sexual manner does the actual painting? Nice…

2x11: There is no way that scene in Playthings is not meant for the audience to notice and pick up on. 

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We are supposed to pick up on Sam’s totally accurate and straight faced response to this and how Dean reacts, precisely due to it’s accuracy:

Sam: “Well, you are kinda butch, they probably think you’re overcompensating”. Sam is totally straight faced as this is exactly what he thinks is the case as is taking the opportunity to let Dean know that he knows.

source: @shixpe.   Meanwhile Dean’s face is like ‘shit… I’m that obvious?’

*TINK LOOKS INTO THE CAMERA* 

Season 4: Intro Cas. Now for the ramping up… Dean not so subtly going from small moments of showing himself looking at a guy occasionally or projecting onto Sam “how gay are you?” but now literally licking his own lips, staring at Cas’ lips, comparing them to Thelma and Louise, using his “last day on earth” line on him, I mean, ALL the Cas related chemistry that I won’t even go into here, but here’s a helpful post that has just a few examples of Cas-Dean chemistry over the years which is totally different to any other variation of Cas-Dean, because, that’s love not just lust.

6x09: The one when Dean specifically, not Dean and Sam, is associated with fairies.

source: @spn-liveblog

Where they sexualised the fairies as naked ladies with nipples on show. Where it’s textually and clearly brought to the audiences attention in this same episode that most people associate fairies with queer men.

Where Dean probably “serviced” Oberon king of the fairies (an easy link to queer King Oberyn in GoT, who’s name Dean uses in 12x18 while Sam uses the very heterosexual Stark name).

Meanwhile Sam nicely and true to form, even soulless, stays resolutely heterosexual and bangs the hippie chick while throughout the whole episode in contrast to Dean is hitting on any woman that moves.

It’s not just that Dean is consistently associated with queer subtext but also how Sam is NOT that shows how purposefully this is done for Dean.

7x12: This episode follows multiple episodes with so much “Dean was is in love with Cas subtext” (Cas dying, the trenchcoat, Sam and Bobby’s reactions, Dean’s alcoholism and coping mechanisms coming out, 7x05: Dean projecting Cas’ betrayal and their subsequent lack of communication which led to Cas’ death onto the witch couple by getting them to communicate leading to their making out furiously… immediately followed by Sam trying to get Dean to talk to him about Cas, 7x09 “Cas, black goo…” etc etc etc… 

We have not only blatant Dean-is-queer moments:

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But also the whole episode centers around an immortal who dies because they were in love with a Human who couldn’t forgive them for lying…

Then from 8 onwards we have more Dean / Cas parallels with canon romantic couples: Jess/Sam, Mary/John, Cain/Colette, Don/Maggie, David/Violet, Dean/Cassie, Chronos/Lila, Cacao/Betsy, Jesse/Cesar, Jeffery/his demon, Sam/Amelia, Benny/Andrea, Prometheus/Hayley, Dean/Amara, Ishim/Lily, Gavin/Fiona, Corbin/Michelle…

Ok so this isn’t a Destiel post, it’s a Dean is bi post, but you know, at this point they’re kind of interlinked, because Cas has a male body from season 9 onwards, that isn’t his vessel, it’s him, so there you go, have that too.

10x01:

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You mean THESE triplets? The only twins/triplets in the bar? Where the guy behind looks like he’s the additional triplet by his placement and his outfit being the exact in between of the who playing? The ones who Crowley was seen talking to again in the same episode? 

Either way, even if for some reason it wasn’t these particular triplets, cos you know, triplets are super common, it’s still heavily implied (and referred to again throughout seasons 10,11 and 12) that Dean had some kind of sex with triplets and Crowley, who “rubbed off all over him”…

On top of that, sorry to be crude, but we also have these moments:

“…well, you could…” *insert Drowley meta here*.

and:

Then, back to the less crude side, 10x16:

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So…. Dean is sick of hiding behind his facade? Do you think maybe it’s time someone came along and helped him see that he no longer needs to hide behind this wall? For a whole two seasons subtext be based around showing that Dean is in love with Cas and also kinda doesn’t mind pop music for example, is actually not quite the dude bro he makes himself our to be and has a facade up that stops him from showing it? 

Insert Amara. Whose name literally means Love. The expositional character of Dean’s innermost feelings, the extension of which is Mary, who ultimately leads to these feelings coming out after having been addressed for these two seasons…

Where an all knowing love - monster taking on her appearance tells him:

“I can see inside your heart. Feel the love you feel. Except…it’s cloaked in shame”

Where in the SAME EPISODE Dean tells Sam that he doesn’t feel love for Amara. So who can this possibly be referring to? For whom might he feel love cloaked in SHAME based on the last 10 years of what he have learned about Dean? Where only two episodes before Dean is told by a “wise woman” (who in film always sees truth) that he is pining for someone. PINING, a term interchangeable with LONGING. With whom do we associate LONGING?

I mean honestly… like we need an exposition for what this is all about…

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Meanwhile, if there were any issues with Dean feeling that Hunting and being queer are frowned upon they nicely insert an amazingly, fantastically, blatantly mirrored Dean/Jesse Cas/Cesar episode, even down to the brother focused story, the way Cesar and Dean click and interact so similarly to Dean/Cas and the shoulder patting being the most we actually see of them being romantic, I mean JEEZ:

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And now if he needed to hammer it home even further:

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I mean, I think he gets the picture… it’s nothing to be ashamed of now.

So now thanks to his own personal growth, all this and the extension of Amara, Mary, Dean has finally faced his past, his feelings and given his wall the metaphorical and literal heave - ho:

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In conclusion:

1. Dean is bisexual. Dean has always been bisexual, he was closeted for so long, but after all this time and thanks to his being in love with one guy in particular and Mary’s role in his self awareness and self acceptance arc, now is more or less the perfect moment to come out… 

2. Dean met and over time went from lusting after to being deeply in love with Cas, who is now male, it is HIS body and he identifies with it as such, who has inconveniently right after this moment of final clarity for Dean, died what seemed to Dean to be a true and permanent Death while he screamed ‘noooo’, fell to his knees in shock and nicely paralleled two of the most doomed - romance canon couples in the show within 5 minutes (Jess and Sam and Cain and Colette).

Both sides of this have come to a climax at the end of season 12, I believe leading to things really happening now moving forwards… So this, when it all comes to the forefront is NOT fan service. 

It has been there all along, at first subtly, then growing, finally becoming core to the main plot of the character and plot based storylines until this point.

Let Me Prove It To You - Let Me Show You Part 3

Author’s Notes: I’ve been having a pretty shitty week, so I created a world where pretty men like Roman make life better by praising you and giving you lots of orgasms. Also, thank you so much for all the support and kind words about parts 1 and 2, I really appreciate it! There may be a part 4? I got more ideas.

Word Count: 2,888 (sorry it’s so much shorter than last time, I didn’t have a lot of free time this week).

Warnings: Smut. I mean have we seen Roman Godfrey/ Bill Skarsgard?? He deserves all the smut he can get! Also grammar mistakes, cause I’m human.

Part One: Let Me Show You

Part Two: Put on a Show for Me

It was a backhanded comment, something most people would overlook and laugh off, but Roman couldn’t let it slide. He hated anytime you put yourself down. He could feel his blood boil in his veins out of anger because to him, you were the only part of his life that was good and wholesome. Being with you made him proud of the man he was for the first time in his whole life. It was unfathomable to him that you could somehow see the goodness in him and not be able to see it in yourself.

Roman was standing by the window in his office at home, going over the presentation he was going to have to suffer through the next day, when you came in.  He looked up from his file, his eyes slowly gazing up the length of your legs, to the bottom of your tight black pencil skirt, that stopped midthigh, dragging along the flowy silk top that showcased your cleave tastefully, and then to your beautiful face. Your hair slicked back to the messy bun with wisp pieces falling down effortlessly. A vision of you as a sexy teacher or librarian had him biting his lips. You plopped your stuff down on one of the armchairs by the door and made your way over to him. Taking your hair down in a huff of annoyance at the day’s events. The billionaire watched your every step as your black leather pumps clicked against the hardwood.  

“Well, I fucked up yet another job interview. Maybe I’m destined to work minimum wage for the rest of my life” you declared, flopping down ungracefully in the chair at his desk. You spun around to face him. He was leaning against the glass like a god, hair slicked back and sporting a dark purple dress shirt, black vest, and pressed slacks, despite working at home. Slowly, Roman closed the yellow manila folder and gave you his full attention. “Who knows, maybe one day I’ll win waitress of the year! Most fries served in a single hour! You think I’d still look good in that skirt once my legs get all wrinkly?” you teased, lifting your legs up and pretending to give them a good look. Roman scoffed, shaking his head and telling you to knock it off. 

“You’re the smartest person I know. Anyone with half a brain can see that.” He turned back to his file and proceeded to continue his work. You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, and what good has that gotten me,” you mumbled under your breath. The tone of your voice made Roman realize he was finished with the files and that you were pressing task at hand. You sat there, not paying the young CEO very much attention, instead envisioning yourself at a desk like this one at your own company. Calling the shots, walking down the street with your head held high, knowing that you earned everything you had and that your hard work and determination got you there. Roman moved in front of you, leaning down and resting both hands on the arms of the chair so he was eye level with you, which snapped you out of your daydreams. 

“You need to believe me. You’ll get the job. All those dreams you told me about will come true.” His big green eyes that you love didn’t blink once. He tried desperately to be a source of encouragement for you. Roman didn’t work to get where he was and he was paying for that now. Having to work twice as hard as everyone just to understand what the board members were talking about, trying to understand the financial statements that everyone thought he was too dumb to read. But he knew you could make it because you had put in the work while he was busy being a playboy. However, the mocking smile you sported was starting to wear down his patience.  You rolled your eyes at him and laughed. “Oh Roman, next you’re gonna say Prince Charming is going to burst through those doors and rescue me from this evil world. I know you bought me a ball gown and everything, but we have to get back to reality.” You pressed your hand on his chest so you could get up from the chair. But Roman wasn’t giving up that easily. His large hand took a hold of your shoulder and pushed you back down in the chair gently, but forcefully. 

“You told me that you believed in me and my strength. Then believe me now. You’ll make it.” Roman whispered, searching your face to ensure you were listening to him. You shook your head, still not believing you deserved his belief in you. For one, you never did anything to deserve or earn it and you knew deep down that you weren’t good enough for him. “Roman, you’re wasting your time on me. Maybe Olivia was right, maybe you do deserve better”, you confessed defeatedly. “The type of woman you should be with is accomplished and beautiful. She’s someone worthy enough to stand by your side. That woman isn’t coming home smelling like bacon grease every night.” You let out a breath of exhaustion and got up once more. This nagging voice has been in your head since the day he came into your room and gave you the most intense pleasure you had ever felt in your entire life. And the more he did for you, the more gifts and praises he showered on you, the louder the voice became. You wanted him, yes, but you also wanted him to move on. You were honored to be part of his list of conquests, but he deserved someone better. You pushed Roman out of your way and walked around Godfrey’s towering frame. 

“That’s bullshit”, He growled.

 Taking hold of your arm and freezing your movements, Roman pulled you back into his chest. You could almost feel the anger rumbling inside of him, his breathing was getting heavier. “Do you think I would have just any woman stand by my side in front of all those investors? Do you think I would spoil anyone with jewelry and French lingerie? Do you-“ he took a deep breath trying to calm his fury. His words started slipping through clenched teeth. “Do you really think I would give anything with two breasts and a pussy an orgasm cause they asked?” Roman’s large hands slid up your back, taking a strong grip of your hair and pulling your head up to face him, the strength of his hands made your heart race with excitement and he made sure he had your complete attention. “You’re mine. And if I own it, you speak about it with the utmost respect. Am I clear?”

Slowly, you nodded your head and Roman let go of your hair. Your eyes blinked rapidly in shock, but the throbbing in between your thighs shocked you even more than his words or actions. His strength, his dominance, and his claim over you, left you breathless. Furthermore, you had never seen him this angry before. Yeah, you’d see him make a snide remark at Olivia from time to time, but the way his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed should make fear run down your spine. But instead, he just left you breathless. Deep in your heart, you knew the brunette would never hurt you, no matter how strong his build was. 

Roman started pacing back and forth. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a few quick puffs before putting on the ashtray on the windowsill behind him. It was still lit, the red tip leaked smoke as its owner abandoned it to his thoughts. You weren’t sure if you should stay or not, so you opted to take your stuff and go. As you started to walk away, Roman took a quick glance at you, then back at his desk, before haphazardly pushing everything onto the floor. Important documents, books, and random desk supplies came crashing down, making you freeze midstep and jump out of nervousness. 

“Get over here” he pointed to the spot in front of him, breathing heavily. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head as you turned on your heel. He ran his smooth hands through his hair, messing up the nearly perfect cut, as he watched you approach him. Once you two were inches apart, he took hold of your face and claimed your lips. He moved roughly, biting at your lips and pressing his body against yours. You were so engrossed with the efforts his lips to leave a bruise on your own, that you didn’t even notice him unbuttoning his vest and shirt, ridding himself of the garments. He broke the kiss, leaving you heaving against his desk, as he leaned over to make sure he cleared the last few items from its glass surface. And when he returned his attention back to you, he had no problems lifting you onto the desk’s edge and wrapping your legs around his waist. Once again, he leaned down to capture your lips, slipping his fingers through the strands of your hair and pulling your head up to his level. Roman’s unoccupied hand slid down to the bottom of your shirt to lift the garment free from the skirt’s constraints and pulling it over your head, unfortunately breaking the kiss once again. In seconds he moved to your neck, nipping and teasing the area just under your ear, turning you into a moaning mess.

“You don’t think you deserve me? Baby, do you even know how wrong you are?” His body moved so fluidly against yours as he took hold of neck giving him better access to kiss its smooth skin once more. “I’ll prove it. Would you like that sweetheart? Would you like me to prove how much I want you?” he whispered, teasingly, in your ear. Roman’s hands graze up your thighs under your skirt, rubbing circles with his thumbs, before taking hold of your damp panties and guiding them down the length of your legs, making sure your heels were undisturbed. Once freed, he held the dampened piece of lace fabric in his hand, marveling at it, before looking back at you. 

“You know,” he started to confess his eyes focused intently on the darkened spot, “after that night at the ball, I kept those panties I gave you. I could smell you on them for days. It would get me so hard. Seeing you around town, knowing that when I got home at night I would jack off to the smell of you. The proof of how much you wanted me.” You moaned at his words, he bit his lips as his hands pried your legs open as far as they would go under the limitations of the skirt. A single finger slipped inside you, not all the way, but enough for the tycoon to feel his affects on you. Your breath hitched as he pushed it a little further before letting it slip out. He grazed the finger across his swollen pink lips before slipping it completely in his mouth. He let his eyes close momentarily savoring your taste before looking up at you through his lashes. 

“And now I get to taste it from the source”

Mouth open wide, and chest heaving, you groaned at the sight before you. If Roman didn’t touch you soon, you might just cum from witnessing his sinful behaviors. Smoothly, his fingers reached behind you and took hold of the skirt’s zipper, nothing but the sound of it coming undone and heavy breathing could be heard echoing off the dark grey walls. You lifted yourself from the table, allowing him to rid you of the garment before he fell to his knees before you. Like a knight indebted to his queen, Roman was more than willing to satisfy any and all of your desires. His large hands slowly slid up your calf, pausing at your knew to give each one a soft kiss, before continuing up your thigh. He pried your legs open easily and placed one of your legs over his broad shoulder. You let out a soft hiss as he bit the soft skin of your thigh, leaving a small indentation that he soothed quickly with his tongue. 

The sight before you was something you prayed you would never forget. Roman Godfrey, the most powerful man in Hemlock Grove, on his knees looking up at you. His sturdy frame that usually towered and intimidated all who stood by him, was now in service to you. Large green eyes stared up at you, watching you as he let his broad tongue glide over your opening before moving upwards towards your clit. Circling the swollen nub and giving it an open kiss. A shiver ran through you as you realized that he was warming you up and you were already tingling all over. And with no more reservations, Roman held both your legs open and buried his face between them. Sucking your clit between his swollen lips, he began alternating to broad strokes of his tongue. Instinctually, your legs started quaking around his head and the heel of your pumps began to dig angry red marks into his shoulders. Roman let out a satisfied moan before releasing you from his mouth. He watched you for a second, head thrown back in pleasure and grasping at your lace covered cleavage. 

“Take it off. And open those pretty lips” he ordered. You two moved in unison. He sat up higher so two fingers could slip easily into your mouth, as you reached behind you and freed yourself from the bra’s constraint. He pulled his fingers out and drew small circles around your opening, smearing your arousal around in tight circles. He kept circling into you met his gaze, his green eyes locked onto yours. He wanted to watch you as he slipped inside. And the sight he was greeted with was better than he fantasized. The long digits slipped inside causing your eyes rolled back in ecstasy and your mouth to fall open.

“Fuck, Roman” you praised.  He was able to reach your sweetest spot in one thrust of his fingers.  The Godfrey smiled up at you before returning those gorgeous pink lips to those bundle of nerves he was so fond of. Once he curved his fingers, your orgasm was now only seconds away. “Roman, I can’t hold it,” you warned him, turning your head back and forth. Your fingers took firm hold of his hair, ensuring he stayed anchored at your most tender spot. He groaned, encouraging to pull at it harder. Before you knew it, your thighs were shaking, your heart was racing, so fast you could hear it in your head, and you started clenching around his fingers. Something else was building up inside you that you weren’t familiar with, but Roman refused to let up. You made a soft whine that was caught off by your body’s attempt to breathe, but his fingers stayed curved, manipulating the nerves inside of you.

And then it hit you. Your thighs snapped closed around Roman’s head and your heels dug so deep into his shoulder that he was convinced you drew blood, but he didn’t give a fuck about that. No, what he cared about is the burst of wetness that coated his finger and lips. All he thought about for days was seeing if it was possible to make you cum so hard that he would be able to taste you all over him. He lifted himself up from the floor to take your still quivering body into his arms. You convulsed a few more times as he circled your clit once more and then released you. He continued to hold you until you came down from your high. The billionaire’s heart was racing out of his chest, but he ignored his desires in order to make sure you were ok. Once you’re breathing was somewhat normalized, Roman lifted your chin so you could look at him. His green eyes were blown with arousal and the evidence of how much he wanted you was poking into your stomach. Both your legs were still wrapped around his naked hips and your arms circled around his neck so he could kiss you deeply.  You leased Roman from your lips’ hold and he opted to rest his forehead on yours. 

“Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to do that? God, there are so many things I want to do to you, for you.” He breathed out. “Please let me” he looked down at the floor, almost ashamed that he was begging. You nodded in agreement, making Roman look up with a smile. You were done letting everyone else dictate who you should and should not be with. This man wanted you so badly it hurt.  The evidence was written all over his face and his body and you were tired of denying his, and your, affections.  So with a big sinful smirk, you took hold of him through his slacks, making his eyes close and his jaw go slack in pleasure, you quipped an eyebrow and whispered teasingly, 

“I’m your’s, arent I?”

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one of my favourite things to come out of bvs are the comments about wonder woman’s theme ‘is she with you?’

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“I’m just like any modern woman trying to have it all. Loving husband, a family. It’s just, I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade.Pt. 1:X | Pt: 2: X | Pt: 4:X

the thing about being a young woman is that they will take everything from you. and i mean everything. and they will make it about them. your makeup, your clothes, how much you eat. your attitude, your hairstyle, your gym routine. they will take your driving and your train stations and your video games. your sexuality as sexy, your gender identity as a fetish, your cooking. your tv shows and your high heels and every harmless thing. 

if they cannot eat it, if it does not satisfy them, it will be an immediate shame. they cannot control how much you put food into your body, so it is seen as disgusting. your love of starbucks is your vapid need, your comfortable boots are symbols of your inherent stupidity. your fake nails, your body’s natural cycles, the hair on you. bath bombs, pink, the low singing of women talking about depression. your crazy, your hyper, your laughter, your loud, your excited, your passions. the things which are yours, that do not belong to them, that cannot be taken and devoured like flower petals, cannot be sucked dry until the wilt forms in you. 

do not satisfy them. let them starve. let them shy from the sin of you, the unfettered sinfulness of loving taking up space.

Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 4 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 5,487

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here! l Read Part 3 here!

And he asked te question he needed to be answered more than anything “There’s no (Y/n) and Dean, they are just friends… aren’t they?

“Baby, what is it?” you frowned, tilting your head to the side “Why are you asking me all these questions now?”

“I just- I figured there were some things I wanted to hear from you, some things getting complicated with Dean… and his role, and Sam so I just… yeah.” he pursed his lips, frowning at himself when he realized that sounded so not convincing.

“Is it about Sam or… Jared?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and his frown only deepened.

“Jared?”

“Baby, if you still are jealous over the scenes we have I- I seriously don’t know what to say, now. I thought I’d done enough to show you how much I love you, I didn’t know you still doubted yourself so much about it.” you whispered “But- but if I have to say this all over again, every single day of my life then I will. Jens, you know he is my best friend, he is like a brother to me and quite honestly there is no man on this Earth that could ever make me feel the way I do about you. There is no man that I could love more than you, baby.”

“He’s… a great guy. He’s literally perfect.” he breathed out, not entirely meaning Jared but rather his own brother “I wouldn’t… really blame you.”

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get to know me: favorite female charactersthe ghibli girls
 “Many of my movies have strong female leads – brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.” (– Hayao Miyazaki)