by giving your love back to me

You know I just cannot resist these… 😉
My word is ‘accident’!
Loves ya 😘  Submitted by @moonlitskinwalker

“Come on! Hit me!” you said, dancing back and forth on your feet. “I wanna see if you’ve still got it!”

Dean shook his head. “I’m not hitting you. You’re a girl!”

“So what! I’m a hunter first! Hit me, or I’m going to knock you out!”

Dean ran his hand over his mouth, looking at the ground. He didn’t seem like he was going to do it. You geared up to give him a little push when suddenly, he came at you with full force and knocked you to the ground.

You grinned and laughed, quickly shoving him off you and hopping back up. He made it too easy. 

“You’re gonna regret this,” he teased. 

“Not at all.”

You came at him this time, using all your weight to shove him backwards. He thought he was balanced, but he wasn’t expecting the full force of your body to hit him. He stumbled backwards, falling on his ass. 

He grumbled and picked himself back up. He was going to try to do the same thing to you, you could see it in the way he shifted on his feet and got into a running stance. You heard the doorknob behind you jiggle and you realized you had a golden opportunity. You let Dean run with full force towards, and you moved to the side right as he got close. Sam opened the door right then and Dean flew through the doorway, knocking Sam to the ground with a loud oomph. 

You couldn’t have timed it more perfectly.

“Dude, get off me! What the hell are you doing!” 

“It wasn’t me, she tricked me! It was an accident!”

You heard them picking themselves up.

“Are you guys play fighting again?” Sam paused, then groaned. “Seriously? Keep your kinky stuff out of our shared motel room.”

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ask-alicewhite  asked:

Um, I'm sorry for bothering you with this question. But I was wondering what happened with the love-struck derpy videos. I understand if you stopped due to how much time it would have consumed. I hadn't been on tumblr for a while and coming back, I was a bit lost. Plus having dyslexia it can sometimes be difficult to read your comics. So why did you stop and would you ever consider starting them up again? P.S. I love you!! You're awesome

I’m waiting for a VA to give me lines, I have everything else recorded. I can’t really control when I get the lines.

anonymous asked:

how would be giving oral to monsta x? (*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡

Giving oral to Monsta X


  • Frown on his face and head tipped back.
  • Hands softly gliding trough your hair.
  • He would occasionally guide you by softly pushing your head up and down.
  • Tensed thighs.
  • Praises.


  • Would thrust into your mouth.
  • Goes rather rough.
  • Would tug at your hair.
  • Loud moans.
  • Bites his lip.


  • Loves it when you tease him.
  • Long moans and groans.
  • Loves it when you let him come on your face.
  • Would want you to hold his thighs.


  • Groans.
  • Head tipped back and sweat on his forehead.
  • Tries not to thrust up but fails.
  • Hands tugging at your hair.
  • “You’re making me feel so good.”


  • Occasional praises.
  • Loves it when you’re on your knees in front of him while he’s sitting down.
  • Touches you while you’re giving him oral.
  • Deep groans and heavy breaths.
  • Wants to come on your chest.


  • Praises, a lot.
  • Moans a lot.
  • They’re high pitched.
  • Deny him a little bit, he will go crazy.
  • Eyes closed tightly.


  • I can see him being rather quiet.
  • Unless it’s praising you.
  • Likes it when you go slow.
  • Likes it sloppy.
  • Kisses you after it while you still have the taste of come in your mouth.
Edmund x Reader: Arranged

Prompt/ask: hi! could i request an edmund x reader where they had to have an arranged marriage but the reader loves him and she doesn’t think edmund loves her back? maybe like they’re in bed and sleeping on opposite sides and she wants to cuddle but she’s too afraid to ask him because she thinks he doesn’t love her? idk if that made sense but it would be amazing if you could write it! i love your writing! thank you!! 

Word count: 1,291

Warnings: None

Setting: Golden Age

A/N: Thank you to my lovely friend Danielle (@itsalwaysnarnia) for helping me with part of this story-please give this excellent human being a follow!

Your betrothal to Edmund Pevensie of Narnia was not something you had wished for. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something you had any say in at all.

An arranged marriage was not what you considered the dream future. You couldn’t think of anyone in their right mind who would actually enjoy being stuck with some stranger for the rest of their life, let alone upon meeting them a mere week before the wedding. 

But the moment you met Edmund Pevensie, he didn’t seem like a stranger. No, he was something much more than that in your eyes. It felt as if you had known him in a past life; Perhaps in a dream, or a dream of a dream. It seemed incredibly silly, seeing as you had only exchanged a few words with the young king, and although you were sure he didn’t feel the same, you couldn’t deny how you saw him.


You immediately snapped out of the trance you were in, turning to the dark haired figure standing in the doorway of the castle’s Great Hall.

 “Oh, sorry. I must have, um-” You paused, clearing your throat and avoiding Edmund’s gaze. “Wandered off…” 

The king tilted his head slightly, giving you a questioning look. “Yes, well, you should probably get to bed. It’s, I mean-” He looked at his feet, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s getting late.”

 You nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yes, thanks.” The two of you stood there for a minute. “Right, well, I’m going to uh…” You felt the apples of your cheeks fill with heat. 

“I was just getting to bed, I can walk with you if you’d like.” Edmund offered hesitantly, almost as if he felt an obligation to. 

You nodded gratefully, obliging and taking a step towards the winding marble staircase. “Thank you, Your Highness.” 

Edmund shook his head, almost sadly. “Please don’t call me that. It’s bad enough that we’re stuck in this situation, I don’t need you treating me like I’m somehow…above you.”

 He paused, taking care to avoid eye contact as he walked a few steps ahead of you. 

“Edmund?” You asked, stopping before the entrance to your marital chambers. The king turned slowly on his heel to face you. 

“I’m sorry. For all of this.” You croaked out softly. 

The two of you looked at each other for a moment. Edmund just nodded, remaining silent. He understood what you meant. 

Edmund apprehensively began to unlatch the door, opening it with deliberate listlessness. You took a couple timid steps towards the entrance, watching as the young king tugged at his waist to undo the buckle from the side of his robes.

You stepped into the dark chambers, tugging at the sleeve of your gown and shutting the door behind you as you did so. It made a thunderous sound as the latch clicked once more. 

You had been in these chambers three times before; once on your wedding day and then again on the two evenings that followed. Yet on all three of these occasions, you and Edmund lay on either sides of the bed, not acknowledging each other whatsoever. 

“So,” You said softly, pulling and unbraiding the laces on the back of your gown,  “Uh-”

“You don’t have to try to talk to me.” Edmund replied plainly, letting his robes fall to his feet. “It’s alright.”

 It was immensely dark in the room, so you were unable to see anything more than the general outline of Edmund standing before you. 

You bit the side of your lip, dropping your hands from the laces. “I know, but-” You sighed, gliding your gown over your shoulders and down to your waist. You felt the chilliness in the air run through your body.

Edmund ran a hand through his scraggly hair, looking at you with an odd expression. “Hm?” 

You shook your head rawly, letting the last of your clothing fall and quickly reaching for the nightdress that hung by the wardrobe. “It doesn’t matter.”

You drew what you could see of the bed coverings back, making room for you to lift your legs from the edge of the mattress and settle them under the sheets. It was still cold under the many blankets. 

You sat there silently, leaning against the pillows lining the headboard as you waited for Edmund to join you. You could feel a cool Narnian breeze come in through the cracked window, making you colder than before. Narnia was different than Terebinthia…too different. Nothing was keeping you sane here anymore. 

“You okay?” Edmund asked from beside you. You nodded slowly, sinking down into the blankets.  

Edmund let out a small, slightly defeated sigh, and adjusted his position to rest his head on the flimsy pillows. Although he lay merely a few feet from you, he seemed a great distance away. 

Edmund remained silent, but you could hear him breathing somewhat rapidly. Gradually, your loneliness became much more prominent and the winds became much stronger. 

As you lay there in the cold sheets, restless and completely unsure, thunder began to brew outside your window. You inhaled sharply, praying that the storm would pass. You had never responded well to weather like this.

It was still for a moment before the first lighting cracked. You felt your body tense up instantaneously, your breathing stopping suddenly. You bit your lip, feeling the blood rush to your face and your hands start to shake. 

It was a silly reaction, sure, but you couldn’t help how your body responded.

You gripped the sheets and closed your eyes, holding back the fear that coursed through your veins. You had every intention on letting Edmund sleep peacefully, but with this thunderstorm, it might not go as planned.

“Ed?” You said softly, almost afraid of his response. Edmund groaned from the edge of the bed. 

“What?” He asked, rather roughly. You licked your lips, trying to ignore the sounds coming from your window. “Nevermind. Go back to sleep.” 

You could feel Edmund roll over, assuming that he was facing you now. 

“Is everything alright? You’ve been squirming.” 

Before you could respond, a loud noise that sounded like hundreds of canons erupting came from the window. You whimpered, wincing slightly. 

“I’m fine.” You said hastily, sensing that Edmund was about to say something. You turned away from him in the darkness, clutching the sheets and curling up on the edge of the mattress. 

For a minute, both of you were still. Then, precipitously, you felt a cold arm making its way around your waist. 

You hadn’t heard Edmund move closer to you-perhaps you had been too focused on the horrific noises coming from outside of Cair Paravel-but, regardless, there he was.

You felt his breath on your bare neck as his arm extended to reach all the way around you, pulling his body closer to yours in the process. His lips were mere centimeters away from your collarbone. 

You felt oddly calmed in this position. Even if you didn’t know what to make of it, it was nice to feel his body against yours, keeping you warm. 

“I know the storms here can be a bit scary sometimes,” Edmund whispered, his hot breath hitting your neck with every word he uttered, “You’ll be okay.” He paused, breathing a bit heavily now. “I just want you to feel…safe.” 

You nodded in acknowledgement, a smile beginning to form on your lips. The feeling of Edmund beside you was something you never thought you needed, but now that it was happening, you realized you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

As you lay there, smiling to yourself, the storm slowly dying down and Edmund’s arms around you, you began to think that you would start to feel a little more sane here. 

“Gibbs! I’m trying to take a shower in here!”
The Marine completely ignores you and climbs in the shower behind you before grabbing a bottle of shampoo and starting to lather his hair. You give him a dirty look when he uses the detachable shower head and starts to rinse.
“You know it just makes me love you more when you look at me like that, sweetheart.”
You growl and grab the shower head back from him and start to rinse the soap from your body. He watches you intently, his eyes growing dark with lust. He manages to wait until you’re done before pushing you back against the cool tiles of the shower and kissing you hungrily. You moan and wrap a leg around his waist as your hand raises to tug at his hair. He slides his tongue into your mouth and starts to grind against you. You can feel his hardness against your lower stomach and it makes you whimper. He pulls away and gives you a shit eating grin.
“Everything ok?”
You bite your lip and manage to nod.
“Just don’t wanna be late to work.”
He cups your breast and gives it a squeeze.
“Good thing I’m your boss then.”

i am proud of all the sin you’ve been submitting

Happy Bellarke Fam Selfie Night. I have a special guest to watch the show with tonight! This is Pepper and this is the best pic I could get of her because she won’t sit still and I love her and I don’t think I’m going to give her back. 

Thanks for the tags @arkadiabellarke @adamantinesky @youovercomeit & @clarkegryphus

This is an open tag to all the Bellarke Fam, show me your pretty faces! I would tag people but this is a quick post b/c this little girl needs a walk asap!!! 

anonymous asked:

"It’s a dangerous thing, pretending to be someone you’re not." W/ Matt you're a goddess

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means,” you counter, stepping back, away from him. “You want to pretend that you can live a life without Daredevil, but we both know that you can’t. It’s in your blood, Matthew. It’s who you are.”

You can see that he wants to say something to you, but you don’t give him the opportunity, instead walking over and pressing one last lingering kiss to his jawline.

“I love you, Matty, and I know you love me,” you whisper, holding on to the lapels of his suit jacket. “But this life was never meant for us. You can’t be the man I need you to be, and I can’t accept you putting your life on the line every night. I’m sorry.”

He tries to hold on to you, for a moment, but his grip falters and he allows you to step away.

“Yeah,” he chokes, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “I’m sorry too.”

I just wanna say thanks

I never knew when Remus and I started this account that we would have such amazing followers. You guys are so supportive and sweet and everything you guys do for us is just incredible. We love hearing your ideas and talking to you, and we can only help you like our content. In spite of everything that’s happened today, you guys have made me so happy! Please, please, please. If you ever need to talk to us, privately or as an ask, please do. I feel it’s the only way I could repay you. If you have any issues or you just wanna be friends, we would love to have conversations with you guys. Thanks for the love, and I’ll do everything I can to give it back to you. 💕💕💕💕


anonymous asked:

I am returning your property to you and returning to Mr. Baskin's house. I believe me and him need to have a chat. Miss Hagel needs to be cut open I'm afraid, so maybe you should get to that. -M.I.V.

What?  Excuse me, What?  MIV WE HAD A DEAL!

What on earth do you think you’re doing you-?!  NO. No, please, MIV, I’m begging you, MIV don’t tell him.  Please.  I’ll give you anything.  What do you want?  Back inside my head?  What? Whatever it is, it’s yours, just for the love oF GOD don’t let Bask find out about this.

Hey you love is every where no matter what you are or what you do I Am A Furry And This is What I chose don’t discriminate What other are you are only impressive and that’s all Matter and for talking here and in all places this is What I said to this nothing is impossible Believe in your self! Work hard, Never give up & anythings’s possible or : kick back , relax & aim low-you’ll never be disappointed. #pansexualpride #Furrys #Furrys4life #Sergals4Life #furryanthro #happy #1000likes #follow #Bepride #love #instagood #me #cute #tbt #photooftheday #instamood #tweegram

ohhelloitsa  asked:

Evening primrose, sweat pea, bloom

evening primrose: what’s your sleeping playlist (give me 5 songs)?
- Psalm 4 (When I Call) by the Psalms Project
- You are For Me by Kari Jobe
- Careless (Song of Dependence) by Saddle Back Worship
- Cecie’s Lullaby by Steffany Gretzinger
- This Love by Housefires

sweet pea: what would you like to call your significant other?
- I don’t know for sure, whatever comes naturally and lovingly.

bloom: what is something that you would like to tell your children?
- I’d like to tell them how intimately known they are by our heavenly Father.

“don’t look down, just keep your eyes ahead of you”

victuri howl’s moving castle au gives me life….man…..


When one of the Riot guys came over to Sana and said: “Wanna join me in the back of the bus and sit on my face?” So Sana said: “Why should I? Is your nose bigger than your dick?”

Your body is capable of almost anything if you treat it the way it deserves to be treated. You can climb mountains, run for miles and bend in ways that make people cringe, with the nourishment and love that you should always be striving to give it. Try loving your body, treat it as if it is a old friend, as if you want it to function into old age, and see what your body gives you back.

Bodies are made for love by Amy Kennedy


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