drools over them


‘’ He has too much of his father in him—– ‘’

haters be like
  • Jikook: * stare at eachother*
  • Hater: Jungkook wasn't looking at him, he was looking past him
  • Jikook: *hugs*
  • Haters: they weren't hugging, they were accidentally pushed towards eachother:
  • Jikook: *calls the other limited edition*
  • Haters: Jungkook hates jimin remember?
  • Jikook: *fucking sat on that inflatable unicorn*
  • Haters: FANSERVICE
  • Jikook: But we are in lov-
  • Me: *flips a table*

**SMUT**So yeah here’s some smut and I honestly am not really good at writing smut but yet I tried my hand on it. Hope you like it and it gives you major feels just it like gave me. Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts about it ;) Plus reblog if you like it

Harry’s been at the studio the whole day working on his second album. Despite the fact that he just came back from his first tour, he decided to start working on his second album immediately. You didn’t mind it though, yet you did. You expected your husband to spend some quality time with you before he starts his work and that did not happen.

You wanted nothing much but to have him near you and have his full attention and that did happen but only during the nap time because he had this habit to hold you and sleep. He always said how sleeping without you felt like. Lonely, cold and dark. Plus you wanted to start working on your first child and Harry was making it impossible to happen.

Impossible because he always return home tired and in ‘mood’ to have sec or make. You sometimes found yourself wondering that do people actually change after getting married? Hopefully not.

So today, you had to prove your weird wild thoughts wrong. You had to get your old Harry back. How? Well path of happiness passes through the stomach right? So you prepared a delicious English meal with some rich wine that he adored.

You yourself got dressed in a black lingerie that exposed your curves so sexily that were enough for Harry to take you right there. Giving your make up a last touch, you sprayed some perfume on your neck. The cold water droplets caused goosebumps on your skin along with the ring of doorbell indicating your husband was home. Rushing here and there you grabbed your silk cream robe and wore it before padding down the wooden stairs.

“There you are!” You smiled and engulfed your husband as soon as his face came in your view. He instantly wrapped his arms around you coming inside and closed the door with his feet. You felt him tuck his face in your neck. His nose inhaling the scent that you had on and breath hitching in his throat.

“You smell so wonderful” he whispered against your skin. He pulled away and admired your face. His eyes grew darker with every passing second as his breath became uneven. Yes he was drowning into you.

“Is there something I forgot? Any special event?“

“Oh no!” You laughed shaking your head.”

“Then what is it? Why do you look so inviting? I mean you do all the time but it’s just different today? Plus I smell great food"

“Oh it’s just I missed you, I haven’t seen you a lot so yeah just thought to treat you tonight.” You smiled tucking a lock of curl that managed to sneak down his perfectly set hair. Had an interview seemed like.

“But I’m not much hungry you see” he said with hungry eyes. You knew what he was referring to but playing won’t be bad. So you poured and whined like a baby holding his shoulder.

“But I made it with so much of love!!” You said. A chuckle escaped his lips as he saw the childish look on your face.

“I’ve some other plans in my mind. Would fancy to eat something else right now”

“And what is it?” You asked raising an eyebrow and standing with attitude with your hands on your hip. Giving you one more dark chuckle he leaned in closer to you ear. His hot breath fanning over your lobe.

“Your pussy” he said before connecting his mouth to yours hungrily. Your lips smacked together and you sucked and nipped on each other’s lips. His tongue traced your bottom lip asking you to open your mouth that gladly did. His tongue touched yours and gave you a taste of his delicious mouth.

His hand gripped the back of your thighs giving it a good squeeze before lifting you up and throwing on the couch in a one swift motion. You robe already rose up exposing your lacy panties that made Harry growl with hunger.

He sat in front of you on his knees. His hands gave your exposed legs a good rub before taking your robe off roughly. The sight of your boobs exposed in the net lingerie could make him cum without even a touch.

“So beautiful. Shit” he said and attached his full lips on your neck. His scruff rubbed against your skin with every kiss he stole. Making sure to leave purple marks behind decorating your skin. He licked down your collar bone and stopped when reached your boobies. A grin Covered his face as he groped them and gave a good squeeze that made you mewl.

You nodded and bite your lip. The feeling was so good and erotic. His hand kneading your breasts was one of your favorite moment of his and the other that came, and that is him sucking on your nipples like his life is depend on them. His left hand squeezed your left breast with his right one held it, his mouth sucked on your erected nipple and leaving them every second with a pop sound.

His lips were swollen already and his drool was all over them along your breast. Leaving to move on with a heavy heart, he trailed kisses down your stomach that rose with his every kiss. It was difficult for you to sit still with his lips working on you. He pressed his hand on your belly, pushing you down.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as he stopped above your lacy panty line. He had a mischievous smirk plastered on his face as he tilted his head to look at you. Your hair were all over the couch, messed up. Lipstick smudged. Cheeks tinted red. You looked a complete sex goddess to him. His heart was filled with love and hunger and he wanted nothing more but to feast on you like a hungry beast.

“You look so good pet. So beautiful ” he said pushing his right index finger in your mouth. You hungrily sucked and twirled It around your tongue before he took it out and sucked himself before lining it in front of your wet lace covered core.

“Harry don’t tease baby.” You panted.

“Lick me"

“Say louder"

“Jesus Christ! Just fucking eat that pussy out!!!” You said eagerly. Your panting state made him chuckle before he pulled your panties aside revealing your glistening pussy to him.

“Fuck” Harry muttered under his breath before opening your folds with his thumb and index finger. You were dripping wet that made him so proud of himself knowing he was doing his job right.

Without any further ado he lowered his head leaning in front of your throbbing core. He nudged his nose in taking in your sex aroma.

“Fuck. Jeez you smell so fucking good. I’m gonna eat it so bad.” He growled and you felt his tongue licking widely on your center. His long us flipped your clit multiple times. You gripped his hair from one hand and your boob from the other that Harry dint seem to like and replaced your hand from him giving your boob a good squeeze.

“Shit” you Moaned and rolled your hips against his tongue.

His lips started sucking on your clit making filthy noises. But you didn’t mind them. You loved them. It showed how much of passion Harry holds for you.

“You taste so goo poppet.!!!” Harry said slapping your pussy not too harshly but hard enough to send electric vibes through your body.

“All for you. It’s all yours baby” you said holding his hair. Your words assured him that it all did belonged to him. Your body, your soul all belonged to him. He owned you. You were his and so equally he was yours.

When you guys got married, you both promised to devote yourself to each other. You promised that every single thing in your body wasn’t yours anymore but was owned by each other. And he thanked God for him. He promised to him that no matter what, he always will hold you through the dark. He will always be by your side till his last breath. He was yours for ever.

Harry smiled to himself but your moan dragged him out. He smiled soon replaced with a smirk as he inserted one finger in you with rings on. He knew how much you loved when he fucked you with fingers that had rings on.

You cried out in pleasure when he inserted one more finger and pumped them in. His tongue still working and sucking on your clitoris. The moment was of complete bliss. He threw your leg on his shoulder to give himself better access to your center.

His saliva dripped down his mixed along with the juices of your core. He looked marvelous settled between your core.

“Good yeah? Feeling it baby?? Gonna cum for me yeah? Let me taste you?” He encouraged you whilst his finger pumped inside you and lips on your pussy. And soon you did felt the coil inside your stomach burning up with a knot.

“Fuck fuck I’m coming I’m coming” you cried laying your head back on the couch and you felt yourself reaching your orgasm and spilling it out.

“There you are sweetness” Harry cooed cleaning you up with his tongue as you laid there exhausted and all sensitive.

“You alright petal?” Harry said as he stood up and sat beside you pulling you too his chest. You smiled and nuzzled your nose in his neck. He now smelled like sex.

“Yeah. Never been better.” You said.

“Think we can have some fun on the bed too?”

“Fuck yes!”

Normani VS Camila Girls, Lauren and Ty Dolla Sign Drama

You know, maybe in Europe it’s still dawn, while in the US it’s night. But here in Asia, it’s already in the morning, on the next day. I actually went to sleep at 2.30 AM, which means I was still awake until 8 hours ago. This was happening right when I was about to sleep, but since I never see my timeline anymore, I didn’t really know what’s going on until I woke up. No, I didn’t stalk Twitter right after I woke up. I just happened to join in a lot of group chats and these are what I found. You know, it was not a pleasant thing to wake up with these trolls, and it just took me 1 second to get my mood ruined.

Seriously, I’m so enraged. As Harmonizers, you must know that we tend to associate Ally girls with being sweet and unproblematic. But, what makes me disappointed even more is that one of these fans is Ally’s stan. I won’t mention which one but you can check it out by yourself. So, Ally girls are sweet? Bullshit! Every -izers are the same. They just care about their favorite ones without caring about others. Note: I’m speaking this as a general. It doesn’t mean all of you are like that if you are one of them. And I do know that there are people who still respect the other girls even if they only stan 1 or 2 girls.

What makes me frustrated even more is that I followed one of these people. So I checked one by one and I unfollow that account. So, my decision has been right not to see my timeline anymore. It’s full of hates.

Honestly though, we know who are the object of hates here and who got the most hates. I’m gonna say it out loud, it’s Camila. Now that she’s even out of the group, it’s even easier to just throw shades and hates on her. But, here I’m not gonna defend anyone in particular cause the last time I did it, I’ve got a lot of question whether I would do the same for the others. I was even questioned, “Where are you guys when Ally got bodyshamed? When Lauren got bodyshamed? Or when Dinah was accused of being homophobic?” You don’t know me here. What I do is nothing but supporting and defending all the girls. Even right now, I should be working, but I put my time aside to write this.

That #ApologizeCamila hashtag is so disgusting tbh. I thought as a fan, we should have understood by now not to pit women against each other. The girls have been saying it over and over again. As #Harmonizers we should have known this better than anyone else in this world. If you really love the girls, you will know all about their interviews, what they have been promoting, and their advices as feminists. Should i remind you about what they said about what they have been promoting, watch this!

If you idolize these girls, then you should follow them by example. I still don’t understand how people admire someone as a person, inside and outside, physically and characteristically, but not follow them by example. Then what are you stanning? Only their sexy bodies? Their beautiful voices? Their boobs? Their asses? You wanna get inside their pants and you get horny watching them dancing around? I’m sorry, but that means you are drooling over them, NOT idolizing them. I know some of the fans are like that, but these girls are more than just their sexy bodies and their voices.

Please keep in mind that these girls are HUMAN. THEY HAVE FEELINGS. Confronting them out of something they didn’t do is stupid! Who started the war? US!!! Now, let’s trace back. Things have gotten really worse when Normani’s face was cropped and lynched. Who started it? Answer by yourself! We might not see it or we might see it sometimes, but Camila has been crying over all the hates she gets. Now who started it? Now, let’s not blame each other over WHO did it first. You keep saying, “Camilizers started it.” or “Normani girls started it.” WHATEVER!! Basically we are the ones who makes everything worse. We are the ones who started the war. And not to mention, we ARE the reason why the girls are hurt. Are you heartless or what speaking about them or even confronting them out of something that they don’t even do? Before you speak all those disgusting words, THINK, PUT YOURSELF UNDER THEIR SHOES, AND THINK ABOUT HOW THEY FEEL. Are you happy being called a cunt? A whore? Or every other negative words flowing out of your mouth so easily. We are all the same in front of God, cause we are ALL THE SAME: HUMANS. So, if you call them those words, then it goes the same with you (I have said this on my posts waaaaayy long ago). You call Normani a monkey, then you are also a monkey. You call Camila a camel, then you are also a camel. Now are you happy being called like that? ……………EXACTLY!!!

I’m not telling you who to stan or whether you should be an OT5 stan. Some of the people in the fandom indeed only stan 1 or 2 girls. Some of us are OT4 stans. Some of us are Camren shippers, but don’t really know about Fifth Harmony. Whoever you stan, please have respect to the other girls. Do a research about them as a person, what they have been promoting, and keep in mind that the world is much better if we just spread love instead of hates. You have a big platform: Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, YouTube. Some of you might have only 100 followers, some other might have more than 1000 followers, some others have more than 10K followers. Use those platform for something good, NOT for something bad. Now I’m asking you this question: IF YOU USE YOUR PLATFORM FOR SOMETHING BAD, YOU HURT PEOPLE, YOU THROW SHADES AND HATES HERE AND THERE, AND YOU SPREAD NEGATIVITIES, ARE YOU EVEN PROUD OF IT? Ask yourself this question whenever you wanna start spreading negative words and throw hates. I’m speaking this to the general fandom, NOT only to Harmonizers. I’m not a fan of her but her wisdom is also something I admire. Lucy worded it well here.

Now if you have nothing to do, or if you have a lot of free time, use your platform to support the girls instead. Vote for awards. Compliment them for what they do. Show them love. Keep reminding them that we support them no matter what. Be there for them. Cause there have been a lot of drama in these girls’ lives since 2014. Imagine yourself in their position and your lives are out there being spoken, talked, and posted anywhere. Some are true, and some are even made up stories. They have got enough drama, and don’t even add up more dramas to their lives. This is the example of the current drama.

So, that girl is Ty’s ex. Perez Hilton even makes it worse by making it like a love triangle. *rolls eyes*

Honestly though, this is more like a “love rectangle” (I’m making up a term here lol) cause Camren shippers are also going crazy out there. But I don’t believe this guy. Ever since the Fifth Harmony drama especially about the leaked picture of Lauren and Lucy, I don’t believe in media anymore. For God’s sake, he might even get paid for this.

Honestly there have been a lot of drama involving Lauren and Ty Dolla Sign before this one, but let’s focus on what happened in the past 24 hours. Otherwise, we are gonna write a novel about the girls. But, let’s see their indirect tweets about their reaction.

Ty Dolla Sign has been teasing by tweeting and deleting. And his ex also did the same. Have you ever wondered why this happened after the Camren denial? I keep wondering why drama has been put to our faces over and over again.

Now enough with the drama about Camila leaving the band or the questions like “Is Camila leaving the band?” cause she did. Ever since the leaked photos in October 2016, who are the center of all of these dramas? Other than the side projects or solo projects that have been going on, now trace back and focus on what the media has put on headlines that blow up all over the world. Everything revolves around LAUREN. Lauren’s leaked photo with Lucy, Lauren got caught in weed in the airport, Lauren tweeting about something during the Grammy that made the media put on headlines “Did Lauren Jauregui diss Camila Cabello?”, Lauren’s photoshoot with Lucy, Lauren’s denial about Camren, and now Lauren and Ty Dolla Sign dating rumors. I’m sorry, did I miss something here? Cause, it’s hard to put up with all the drama. But, have you ever wondered why it has to be Lauren being put on the spotlight of medias and headlines? The scandal is always about Lauren so far.

I’m gonna leave it there though. I leave rooms for interpretations and I leave you to believe what you wanna believe. But, I want you to keep your mind open. Have you ever wondered why they keep teasing by deleting tweets? Was it a mistake? Or are they playing with us? Are they playing with our minds? Are they playing with our hearts? If they know, it would blow up and get themselves being in the spotlight, if they don’t like it, why would they do it? They know people will focus on the deleted tweets.

I just wanna remind you this thing. Lauren is a VERY PRIVATE person. She doesn’t like her private lives to be talked in public and being posted all over the place. She keeps ranting about people talking about her private lives. Then, why all of a sudden, all of these are put on our faces like it was some kind of shiny treasure we have just found out of the clue we have been given and we are all mesmerized by it?

Anyway, I don’t wanna get delusional but Lauren tweeted that during the #ApologizeCamila was trending. Honestly, those tweet could be anything. It could show that she low-keyly supported Camila or she could be tweeting about things in general or she could be talking about her own personal lives and the headlines about Ty and her. But since we are so caught up with the whole Ty and Lauren dating rumors, we only perceive those tweets as her reactions towards it. Meanwhile, there might be other things she is implying to that we will never know what it is about unless she answers some of the fans’ replies.

Ever since the drama in 2016, especially that goddamn cursed Dec 18th, 2016, I never really believe in media, headlines, tweets, posts, NOT even the girls’ accounts. I only like Snapchat or Instagram stories since it seems like those are the only ways we can see something behind the scene. But, even now Snapchat can be staged, like the 7/27 Tour Spain when Camila was actually in the bus, but her face was not there. We could hear her teaching the girls Spanish, but then we still found only 4 girls in the camera. Sometimes, these girls just CAN’T pretend. Lauren also admitted herself that she has another Snapchat account, which means that she has a private Snapchat account and I’m sure the other girls do too.

What I’m implying here is no matter how much we wanna know about what happens behind-the-scene, WE KNOW NOTHING. No matter how much we think we know what’s going on in their lives, we know nothing. We can only watch their body languages and their expressions now as those are the most sincere language they can communicate to us, NOT some bullshit written interview or headlines on the media.

Keep your mind open and respect the girls, guys! And keep supporting these girls endlessly. They need us, especially Lauren. I can’t imagine being in her position where dramas keep haunting her life one after another.


this is the reason this blog was made (that and @daddybek and @yuratchka-speaks and @beka-speaks )

-Everyone talks about how amazING skater’s butts are. This is true.
-but have you considered
-their thighs
-SPECIFICALLY YURA’S i mean look ballet already gives you strong ass thighs, adding ice skating in the mix?
-yes that is me screeching in the distance
-Yuri worked so hard to get his “teardrop” (the muscle in your thigh that becomes hella prominent if you constantly work at it) and i bet my entire ass that he wears tight jeans/tights/leggings to show off just how great his thighs are.
-oh, and otabek drools over them.
-he already loves everything about yuri (his hair, his abs, his neck-) but those thighs.
-he has ranted to his friends about how aMAZING THEY ARE and his friends tease him about it constantly
-oh boy oh boy, when yuri wears skirts/dresses? he nearly falls to his knees in defeat. he looks too good.
(small disclaimer^- clothes aren’t gendered and i’m a guy and love wearing dresses and skirts so :))
-yuri’s thighs are great

Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 1

Pairing: Chris x OC

Requested by anon. I turned this into an OC thing because I’m trying to distance myself from the reader inserts. But you can just overlook the first name and simply imagine it’s you. I will probably physically describe OC at some point, since you requested she’s William’s sister, I figured they’d look alike.

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: From now on I won’t be able to spend my entire days writing like I did with Play Me, so to make sure you won’t have to wait too long between each chapter I decided to write short chapters (yes, Yours Truly has finally decided to become a reasonable person) Enjoy this little foretaste!


>>> Part 2

Other Chris x OC fic: Play Me

Some things are simply not meant to be. Even when people maximized their chances by doing everything in their power to achieve their goal, it wasn’t always enough. Like in this maddening scene in Titanic where Jack can’t get on the floating door, and after everything he has gone through to be with Rose, he just dies. Well, maybe this was a little bit dramatic, chances are you won’t die in real life, you will just be really, really frustrated because all your efforts are thrown into the trash. But she was drifting from the subject.

Somehow, Mara’s brother had befriended the one guy who was simultaneously the absolute worst and the best thing that has ever happened to her. William and Chris were inseparable friends since- since always. As far as her memory goes, Chris has always been in their lives. He was like family to a certain extent – and that was precisely her problem.

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Finding Daryl asleep with the newborn would include :

(Woooo more fluffy prompts! Aaawww Daryl Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

-Him looking at them with a little smile as he strokes their hair and pulls their blanket to get them cozy

-Him speaking to them in a quieter tone as he encourages them to fall asleep, all while kissing their head and then their cheeks as brings them up closer

-Him nuzzling to them as he wraps his arms tighter around them to make them understand he isn’t going anywhere

-Him falling asleep with his head on top of theirs, making you laugh and smile to see them

-Him mumbling sweet things about them like, “I ain’t letting anyone taking you away from…us…”, “You’re cute…little ass-kicker…”, “Y/N…we have our own little ass-kicker…”

-Your child shifting around to be comfortable and him doing the same, to hold them close to him

-Him getting hit in the cheeks as your child stretches their arms and yawn but him not even minding it, making you laugh

-Him being so deep asleep he drools over them, making you approach and wipe it off, slowly waking him up

-Him reaching to hold your wrist and instinctively asking you what time is it and for you to just smile and tell him

-Him holding you tightly and them as he sleepily begs you to just stay by his side for the time

-Him pulling you to lay next to him and just bragging about how great he is when it comes to be a dad

Ashton Irwin - Are you ready now? Pt 1.

Word count: 2,585


I think you’re gonna wanna read this one :D 

“You’ve never done it before?” I said in blissful shock.

“You say it like you’re surprised, Y/N.” He took another sip of his tea.

I sat above him on the stairs in complete silence. My best friend has never had sex in his whole life. How come I’m only just hearing about this? He looks like the type of guy who would have any girl melt at his fingertip.

“I dunno, I guess I wasn’t ready for something serious like that.” His long fingers combed through his curls.

I couldn’t help but look away when he did this. It made my heart skip a beat. I shouldn’t be looking at my best friend that way. Ashton looked up to me for a response. My fingers played with the red lip stain on the white tea cup, poking at it and occasionally smearing it.

“Your first was with that arse, Calum, wasn’t it?” I could see fire in his eyes.

I didn’t want to talk about him.

“I can’t believe you actually loved that prick.” He rolled his eyes.

“I had my reasons, Ashton.”

He made a sound of disgust, “What was he good in bed?”

I’d had enough. I stood from my seated position leaving my tea and Ashton behind on the stairs and marched to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. How dare he. He wouldn’t know how it feels to be in love, obviously. He’s never been with anyone like I have. I felt tears streaming down my face and wished Ashton had never came over today. I found comfort in my bed sheets.

Where had I even gone wrong with Calum? It was like one minute he was there and the next he was telling me goodbye and leaving for the states, taking everything but me with him. Ashton was there for me but he didn’t get it. He hated Calum ever since we started dating. They used to be friends until we got together. Ash said he knew Calum would always break my heart, it was just who he was.


I knew I wanted to give myself to Calum the night he brought me back to his flat from the pub. I’d gotten into a pretty bad brawl with another girl for getting too close to Cal for my comfort. When he told her to back off for the third time I pulled her off the bar stool onto the floor and started hitting her. Calum later said it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done, sticking up for him like that.

“You look hot in my shorts.” Calum growled, jumping into the bed, his hair still wet after the shower.

I giggled as he grabbed his game controller and began to furiously play a game of FIFA. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth and fiddled with the string on the over sized shorts adorning my smaller waist.

“Hey, Cal?” He hummed over still concentrating on the screen.

I crawled over, pressing pause on the controller. My legs straddled either side of his waist and he grabbed hold of my arse, the game controller falling to the carpet.

“I wanna try something.”

He raised an eyebrow and his eyes grew wide when he knew what I meant, his lips forming an ‘o’.

“Are you sure, baby?” He whispered.

I nodded, “I want you.”

-End of flashback-

A knock on the door brought me out of my deep thoughts of Ashton and Calum. I didn’t turn to see Ash walk in the room. My bed tilted but I refused to meet the gaze I knew was focused upon me. He touched my hand.

“I’m sorry.” I looked at him, his head down now.

“You don’t know what that feels like, Ash.” I felt a lump in my throat just thinking about it.

I needed to feel loved again. I needed that connection. Ashton was my best friend but sometimes it felt like I wanted him to be more. I didn’t know if he felt a mere portion of what I did.

“Are you ready now?” The words fell from my mouth before I could think about what I was asking of him.

He just stared at me his mouth slightly agape. Ashton was an open book, but right now I couldn’t read him. His pupils were dilating. My heart was pounding against my chest as I waited for an answer. I squeezed his hand.


Ashton forced his mouth onto my own, his hand flying up to catch my face. My hands found themselves tangled with his mop of curls. He smelled like rich peppermint and my favorite cologne. It was then it dawned upon me: I was going to be his first.

I broke the kiss and moved my lips to the spot just below his ear, sucking the skin. His hiss was all the conformation I need that he liked it here. I sat up and threw my legs over his own to straddle his lap. Ashtons hands settling on my abdomen and arse. I bit down harder this time intending to mark him. Rolling my hips forward into his we both moaned at the increased friction. His bulge was becoming more and more prominent through his jeans.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Ashton hissed rolling his head back.

I used his disarrayed state against him, licking a bold line up his atoms apple and gently sucking it. Ashton rose up off the mattress begging for more contact.

“You like that, daddy?” I felt Ashton twitch when I called him that.

My crotch rubbed against his clothed erection and I couldn’t help but throw my head back in pleasure. Ashton was getting restless, rocking his hips up to meet mine.

“Please.” He puffed out in my ear.

I slid off of his lap but not before needingly pecking his lips one last time. He ridded himself of his shirt and I stood before him in awe. I’ve seen Ashton shirtless before plenty of times but this was different. He was at my mercy and I was at his. I came to sit on my knees, undoing the buttons on his pants. Ashton raised up for me to pull them down his legs. He kicked them off of his feet and were left in just his briefs. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I freed his erection from the grey material and tossing them out of the way. His length slapped against his stomach. I could feel his eyes burning down on me.

Holding the length in my hand I pumped it a few times. My thumb rubbed over the pink head and Ashtons hips rose off the bed, hissing. I kitten licked over the tip before taking it in my mouth. Ashtons moans filled the room. I hollowed my cheeks to increase the pleasure and started twisting my hands back and forth over his length. He confused me when he pushed at my shoulders, causing me to release him from my mouth making a popping sound.

His hands came down to the hem of my t shirt and tugged it over my head. He already looked tired, his eyes drooping low and sweat decorating his forehead. I wasn’t nearly done yet. We haven’t even gotten to the main course.

Ashtons eyes grew wide when my head dipped back down. My tongue followed the patterns of his veins before I took him whole again, pumping harder this time. He held back my long hair. I massaged his balls with my free hand and it was enough to send him over the edge. A thick white liquid burst into my mouth.

“S-shit.” Ashton jerked up, hitting the back of my throat.

I finished sucking him clean of the sticky mess. When I looked up he was breathing hard and heavy, little hairs stuck to his forehead and his eyes were sealed shut. I smiled pushing them out of the way so I could see his hazel eyes. My lips came up to his in a lazy kiss.

I brought his hand down to the button of my skinny jeans, a weak smile on his face. He unhooked them, struggling to pull them down to my feet.

“How’d you get these on?” He joked.

I stepped out of them and waited for Ashton. He didn’t come back up. I giggled watching him stare at my red laced knickers nearly drooling over them. I let him guide me back to the bed and sit me down. Was he in control now?

Ashton licked his lips, running his long fingers up my thighs and over my crotch. I couldn’t help but whimper at his touch. He left kisses on the inner side of my thighs sucking the sensitive skin. He was marking me. I threw my head back on the mattress. His hot breath fanned over where I needed him most. I tangled my fingers in his hair.

“Ashton, please.” I begged.

He hooked my panties to the side and collected some of my excitement onto his finger and sucking it off. He hummed in satisfaction. I imagined his lips against me while he hummed like that, adding to the pleasure. I moaned at the thought.

“Cha’ thinking about, baby?”

“Your lips…”

He kissed my folds, licking up them. My breath hitched. I needed him. His bottom teeth grazed up the nub of my clitoris. Fucking hell.

“Ashton.” I moaned.

Without warning Ashtons tongue was inside me sucking all of my juices. I reached down for his hand that rested on my thigh, entwining our fingers.

“How the fuck are you so good at this?” I breathed.

He chuckled against me, sending vibrations through my core. Shit. My legs closed round his head before he pushed them back apart. It was too much. Ashton came up for air with a smile on his face showing off his prominent dimples. He was obviously proud of himself. He licked my excitement off his lips. With one swift movement my knickers were on the floor and my lower half was at his mercy.

He brought his lips up to my ear, teasing my entrance with his finger. I arched my back only for him to use his free hand to hold me down.

“How do you like it, baby?”

I thought back to all the mind blowing times Calum and I had done this. It would always be different. Slow and sweet. Loving. Rough. Fast. It didn’t matter to me, however they felt like pushing me over the edge worked.

“Surprise me, daddy.”

His eyes grew darker. The playful side of him wasn’t there anymore. This was going to be fun. He bit down on the skin of my neck hard and he growled. Rough. His finger slipped past my folds and into my heat. I whimpered as he pumped it in and out at a fast pace. I had to bite onto Ashtons shoulder to keep from screaming out. I didn’t want any fucking noise complaints from the old woman next door.

My walls were clinching round his finger. He added two more and pumped even faster. I couldn’t breathe. My nails clawed at his sides begging for a release. His thumb began rubbing circles into my clit. My breaths were coming out in pants in his ear.

“Come for me, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

My toes curled and my back arched up off of the mattress, Ashtons three fingers and his thumb riding out my orgasm. I felt bare when he extracted his fingers from my dripping crotch. He brought them up to his lips licking them clean.

“You have no idea how good you taste.”

Ashton went over to his jeans pulling a silver packet out of the pocket. He ridded the condom of the piece of tin and threw it in the bin. He slid the condom down his length.

“What’s with guys carrying round condoms in their pockets?” I joked.

He smiled, dimples popping into either side of his cheeks. They drove me crazy. Ashton took his length in his hand before I stopped him.

“No. I want to.”

I wanted to make his first time his best. He knew what I was asking, flipping us over so I bestrode his lap. I positioned him at my entrance and slid down it. He was so big inside me. Ashton grabbed hold of my abdomen, his thumbs pressing down hard. I don’t think he was meaning to hurt me. He didn’t notice how strong he really was compared to my smaller figure. When I winced in pain he eased up a bit, apologizing. Once I adjusted to his size I began rocking my hips forward into his. Ashtons moaning and groaning was all the conformation I needed to keep going. He used his hands to help me move more swiftly.

My back arched and it was then I noticed my bra was still on. I grabbed one of Ashtons hands and moved it to the clasp on my bra strap. In an instant he had it unattached and thrown across the room. Hungrily his head came up to my breast and bit down at the tender skin. Ashtons long fingers fell to my crotch rubbing back and forth on the small nub.

“Hmm, shit.”

“Ah, f-fuck Ash, there.” I threw my head back.

I wasn’t going to last long. My grinding became harder against his hips and our moans filled the quiet room. His member twitched inside of me and from experience I knew he wouldn’t last from here. I licked up the base of his neck biting roughly on the smooth skin. His breathing became erratic, chest rising and falling below mine. Within seconds I felt his length release inside the condom. I rode out his orgasm hitting mine only moments later shouting his name out. Screw the neighbors.

We sat in each others arms for what felt like hours. I couldn’t believe we had actually done that. Ashton was my best friend. I’d just had sex with my best friend. I’d just stolen his virginity.

“That was incredible.”

I giggled looking up at him through my eyelashes. He looked exhausted. Love bites were trickled from his ear down his neck and abdomen. I couldn’t imagine I looked any better. Ashton dipped his head and placed a lazy kiss on my mouth.

I sighed upon hearing a knock at the front door. It was probably my flatmate, Jessica. She was always at UNI so she would occasionally forget her keys here and having to get another copy. I slipped away from Ashtons warm hold and quickly dressed myself in pajama shorts and a tank top.

My hair covered majority of the bruises on my body. I made my way down stairs and towards the door, Ashton right on my heels. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt, just his jeans, the hem of his briefs sticking over them. I giggled as he grabbed at my bum, my hand patting his away. I sped walked to the door, opening it. My smile drifted away and my heart immediately sunk. It wasn’t Jessica.


His hair was cut shorter now in a military buzz cut, just leaving a little on the top, enough to style in a quiff. Tattoos decorated his tanned skin. He wasn’t scrawny anymore, muscles showing through his grey t shirt. I could see his jaw clench at the sight in front of him. Why was he here?

Part two coming soon! Follow for more!

anonymous asked:

who's the more useless lesbian? kara or lena?

Oh gosh, that’s a toughie.

My first instinct is to say Lena, because that bitch literally filled Kara’s office with flowers, and I’m pretty sure the first time she sees Kara’s abs she’s just going to drool all over them; but then I remember that Kara canonically made this face the first time she met Lena and I get confused.

Originally posted by commanderleksakomtrikru

kyogre-blue replied to your post “Pudding: *is a highly intelligent, cunning and cruel woman who is the…”

OK, but the weirdest part is that a third eye somehow makes her ugly, in this world? There’s fish people, mermaids, people who are furry for no clear reason, etc. A third eye is nothing and Pudding is so conventionally attractive otherwise, this is just wild.

Yeeep. This is crappy on two levels. One is that, like you said, the Grand Line is just filled with non-typical humans. We’ve got mermaids, fishmen (and women), giants, dwarfs, actual literal furries, Longarms and Longlegs, Snakenecks, and plenty of people who are just have unusual shapes and features! And nearly all of those people are a part of Big Mom’s kingdom. Regardless of her motives (which pretty much boil down to self-advancement and greed), her kingdom is possibly the most diverse place in the world. 

But despite that, we’re supposed to believe that Pudding, a DAUGHTER OF BIG MOM and a person who is simply half descended from a group of people who all have 3 eyes (and are literally called the Three-Eye Tribe), was ostracized and bulled since her childhood for having one extra eye? Her oldest brother has a tongue that’s like as big as his arm. She has a sister who is half shark. She has another brother who looks like some kind of dripping muck monster. Oh, but Pudding having a third eye is just too much. It’s the crap with Baby 5 all over again but actually even less well developed this time. 

And it’s not just unbelievable within the story. It’s unbelievable to the audience. No one—NO ONE—looked at Pudding when we first met her and went “Oh wow that third eye is so weird/ugly. Poor her I bet she gets a lot of shit for that.” Most people just thought, “Oh cool, a cute girl with 3 eyes.” And yet now we have a feature that absolutely no one thought lessened Pudding’s attractiveness in any way being treated like some horrible deformity that Sanji should be lauded and applauded for for finding beautiful. It doesn’t work. At all. 

Sanji and his reaction to Pudding’s eye, compared to his and other characters’ reactions to other women in the story is the other problem here. A woman is half fish? A woman is half dog is covered from head to toe in fur? A woman has 3 eyes? All great, all wonderful, all hot and beautiful and Sanji is going to drool all over them. 

A woman who isn’t young, thin, and cis?

Oda treats women with fictional qualities better then he treats actual, realistic women. Don’t worry female readers of all ages! Oda wants you to know that if you have a third eye or are literally half dog or fish, Sanji will blown away by how gorgeous you are! 

But do you weigh any more than a woman with a waist like this? 

Lamo it’s time for *jokes*


Originally posted by garisanee

  • So this is one AU, they all fit together
  • Wonho is Shownu’s best friend
  • They grew up together and have been inseparable ever since First Grade when Wonho saw Shownu sitting alone at lunch and just sat with him and started talking(bragging) about the Yu-Gi-Oh! cards he just won from some other kid
  • He has this stereotypical badboy/player image in high school once he starts dying his hair blue and skipping class 
  • All the girls want him, he’s like this intangible being that just exists in the same place as everyone else and they’re all like ?? how does he exist
  • Rumours about him sleeping around etc
  • Hasn’t really slept with any of these girls(/boys bc some swing that way and would brag about getting some from him, who wouldn’t) but lets them pretend because he doesn’t care enough about what people think of him to correct them (also feeds his ego and he finds it funny)
  • so ‘Monsta x’ is a name the group got which started out as a joke…
  • but …they actually grow to like/use the name
  • Wonho especially, is involved with a lot of … illegal things, to put it lightly
  • Everyone knows that Monsta x is basically a gang so its not a surprise
  • May possibly be currently/have previously been a drug dealer but no one can prove it so …
  • Probably the most badass out of the group, and that’s partially why girls are obsessed with him
  • Knows everyones secrets because he’s more of the acting leader while Shownu acts more of a quiet backbone, so they all come to him with their issues
  • The only one who knows about Changkyun’s family
  • So now onto how he meets you
  • You’re new in town and wow it sucks being the new kid but you just kind of deal with it
  • You’ve moved because your dad is a doctor and he just got offered the position of (temporary) Chief of Medicine at the local hospital because the current CoM is gone for Mat leave
  • But it’s not the first time you guys have moved because of his work so you’re tired of trying to make friends and then having to leave them
  • So you’ve basically decided that you’re not going to even bother, you’ll just stick it out for as long as possible until you guys leave AGAIN
  • You come into class on your first day and have to do the whole introduction thing then take your seat and everyone’s staring at you
  • you catch his attention because you don’t drool all over them the second you walk by them and when the cocky popular girls approach you to try and be friends because you’re cute as heck you just walk past like ‘no thanks ? ya’ll seem bitchy af’
  • and he notices after you introduce yourself to the class, you sit in the furthest seat to the back that’s free and don’t talk to anyone even though the guys (and even some girls) are staring at you
  • Because of his extremely laid back and almost indifferent attitude, Wonho’s known for not really taking any interest in girls, to the point where some guys joked about how he might just be gay (they came to class the next day with a black eye and a busted lip and never spoke of it again)
  • But when you show up and Monsta X notice his eyes linger in your direction for a second too long they start to tease him until his glare shuts them up
  • Minhyuk being the most outgoing one feels bad that you’re sitting alone and not talking to anyone so he goes over to talk to you
  • Kihyun tries to stop him saying that you’re new and his personality is too overwhelming and he should give her time to adjust to the new environment, but it’s too late and he’s already at your desk
  • because you’re on the other side of the room, they can’t hear what you’re saying but all Wonho can focus on is the smile on your face after something Minhyuk said
  • and he’s sure it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen
||The Only Exception|| Derek Hale Imagine ft. Malia Tate and Theo Raeken

{Requested:Could you do an imagine where Derek and the reader are dating and everyone, including the girls all have crushes on her?}

(Reader’s P.O.V)
“Malia, I’m honored to be the one you claim you love most but I’m with Derek.“I whispered as I held her hands.
"I know that… I was just thinking that perhaps you could give me a chance?"Malia mumbled.
"I love you (Y/N), you’re beautiful, funny, and caring. You have never once let me down and I-”
“Malia you deserve better. I’m not good enough for an amazing girl like you, believe me if I weren’t with Derek I’d so give you a chance."I explained.
"But Derek and I love each other, I can’t throw that away."I whispered.
She smiled sadly at me before nodding her head.
"You’ll still be my favorite were-coyote."I said, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.
She laughed lightly before excusing herself out of my house. I sighed as she closed my front door, that’s the fifth person I reject this week. Lydia, Stiles, Scott, Liam, and now Malia had admitted to having a crush on me. I thought it was sweet of them but I only eyes on Derek. My doorbell rang, making me groan. I swung the door open to find Theo on my doorstep with roses and pizza.
"Theo…"I mumbled, realizing what was about to happen.
"May I come in?"He asked.
"Of course, of course."I answered.
He walked in and set the pizza on the couch. As soon as I closed the door and turned around, Theo handed me the bouquet of roses.
"Theo, these are beautiful. Thank you, I really appreciate it."I said, taking them from him.
Theo sat down in the couch and patted the spot next to him, I smiled at him before sitting down.
"What’s all this for?"I asked as he opened the box of pizza, revealing a heart shaped pizza.
"Well when Liam was about to send me back to hell after we saved Stiles, you stopped him. The pack were upset with you for a week but you told me it was worth it if it meant I didn’t have to go back."Theo explained.
"No ones ever cared that much for me, I don’t blame them honestly. I did backstab a lot of people."Theo muttered.
"But every night I’d have a nightmare, you’d let me come over and sleep with you. You took care of me and made me feel safe, made me feel loved."Theo continued.
"And that’s why I’m in love with you."He whispered, making me choke on my pizza.
I was expecting him to say he had feelings for me or had a crush on me, but never did I expect Theo to say he was in love with me.
"You okay?"He asked as he patted my back.
"Yeah, yeah, I’m just shocked."I answered.
He smiled softly at me, staring adoringly at me. I gulped as I stared back at him. This is a new Theo, a Theo who finally had human emotions, a Theo who was in love. He caressed my cheek, making me blush furiously. I was beyond nervous, this new Theo intimated me to a whole other level.
"I-I-I thought you didn’t like being vulnerable."I whispered as he leaned his face closer to mine.
"I’m working on becoming a better person, a person you deserve."He whispered before closing the gap between us.
He began kissing me, grabbing my face softly. I froze, not knowing what to do. Everyone else had never tried to kiss me, they admitted their feelings but didn’t dare lay a finger on me unless I allowed them to. Snapping back to reality, I pulled away from the kiss.
"Theo, I like you, I really do like you but not in the way you like me-”
“But I don’t like you, I love you."Theo stated.
"How do you know that? When was the last time you ever felt love or compassion for someone?"I asked.
"Before my sister died."He answered.
"You don’t know if you really love me-”
“If I didn’t love you, why would I have stayed after the pack shunned me. Why would I still be here in Beacon Hills?"He asked.
I stayed silent, trying to come up with an answer.
"It’s you (Y/N), I’m only staying here for you."He whispered.
"Th-Theo-"I started to say before the door swung open.
"Derek?"I asked as he stormed in.
Derek ignored me and shoved Theo against the wall.
"She’s taken Raeken."Derek muttered, pinning him on the wall.
"Derek, let him go. It’s not his fault-”
“Not his fault he’s hitting on you?"Derek asked.
"Derek, let him go, you’re killing him!"I yelled, trying to pry his hands off of Theo’s throat.
Theo’s face started to to run a crimson red, not being able to breathe.
"Derek!"I screamed.
Derek clenched his jaw before letting go of Theo. Theo fell to the ground, gasping for air.
"Hey, hey, you okay?"I asked, kneeling by him.
"I’m okay."Theo muttered, still gasping for air.
"Jesus Derek, you could’ve killed him!"I yelled, glaring at him.
I helped Theo up and walked him to my door.
"I’m so sorry-”
“It wasn’t your fault, thank you for helping me though. I um, I got this for you."Theo whispered, taking a black box out of his pocket.
He opened the box to reveal a golden bracelet with a golden moon and heart charm attached to it.
"It’s gorgeous."I whispered, staring at it in awe.
Theo placed it on my wrist, smiling as I pulled him in for a hug.
"I love you (Y/N), I’m sorry."He whispered.
"Don’t apologize, I’m happy you’re slowly regaining your humanity. You’ve come a long way Theo, I’m proud of you."I whispered, rubbing his back.
As we pulled apart, I saw a tear running down his face.
"You’ll always have a special place in my heart, don’t be afraid to regain your humanity, it makes you strong, not weak."I reminded him as I wiped his tear away.
"Stop it, you’re making it really hard for me not to love you."He muttered, wiping away tears.
I laughed light heartedly as tears brimmed in my eyes. I left a soft quick kiss on his lips, hoping he’d appreciate it.
"Keep finding more ways to find your humanity love."I whispered.
He grinned at me before laughing slightly.
"I will, thank you (Y/N)."He answered.
"Bye Theo."I said before closing the door.
I frowned as I realized Derek wasn’t in the living room anymore. I ran upstairs and found him in my room.
"Hey baby-”
“Why didn’t you tell me the whole pack asked you out?"Derek asked.
"Because I didn’t think it would matter to you."I answered.
"It didn’t but I would’ve liked to find out from you and not Stiles."Derek muttered.
"Derek Hale, are you jealous?"I asked.
"No, why would I be jealous? You’re my girlfriend and not theirs."Derek scoffed.
"But you’re bothered by them asking me out?"I asked.
"Yes."Derek muttered.
"So you’re being possessive."I stated.
"Exactly."He whispered.
’‘Derek, you told me you hated the idea of being possessive. It made you sick so you promised yourself you would never be possessive over your girlfriend."I reminded him.
"Okay but none of my girlfriends had the pack drooling over them."Derek muttered.
"Besides…"Derek spoke up.
"You are the only exception."He whispered as he wrapped his arms around me.
"What was that?"I asked Derek as I hugged him back.
He kissed the top of my head as he swayed back and forth.
"You are the only exception (Y/N).” - Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, I hope you enjoyed it! Have a wonderful day/night !

anonymous asked:

hcs for their crush giving them and being good at massages, with mercy genji and/or lucio?

Thank you for your request!  This is such a cute little fluffy thing to write thank you for requesting this!  ٩(。•́‿•̀。)۶


  • When you bring up the idea of a massage, she almost immediately insists that she doesn’t need a massage, although, with some subtle pushing you manage to get her to agree; when she removes her top, her face is pink and she can hardly utter out a word, she doesn’t bother to make eye contact with you
  • Once she’s laying down and your hands get to work, she manages to relax her body into the massage table, but the feeling of your hands on her body drives her insane;you then ask her where most of her pain is and she tells it is in her shoulder area 
  • She likes it when you rub her shoulder area, all day carrying a huge staff can put a strain on someone, even if you’ve been doing it for a long time. You make sure to oil your hands properly, not to excess, you work your from her shoulders all the way to her upper back; a few minutes pass by and you notice she’s passed out, she’s in heaven
  • She has multiple knots in her back indicating that she’s been in a quite a deal of pain for some time now, when the massage is over you make it a point to mention it to her, but she brushes it off nothing; she insists that she’s the doctor and she knows what is best for herself
  • As a thank you for the massage, she takes you out for coffee and the both of you get to know each other better!~


  • You don’t bother to ask him whether he wants one or not, you simply creep up behind him and subtly start massaging his back. At first he assumes you’re just messing with him, but when he notices you’re really going all out, he insists that you don’t need to; you simply brush it off and see as how good it feels, he doesn’t bother to make any more protests
  • You manage to convince him to take off his shirt and when he does, you can tell almost immediately that he’s very toned. His dark skin is not only smooth to touch, but his back muscles enticing, however you manage not to drool over them; as a joke, he flexes for you, but that doesn’t really help your excitement
  • As you work you magic into his back, he takes this time to ask you personal questions, something that you hadn’t expected; he asks you about you ambitions, personal goals, and if you’re willing to share, what you want out of life
  • With his back facing your chest, he’d reached back and pulled your legs closer to him along with your body. Pressed up against his back, he began rubbing your feet, he even commented on how cute they were; not only to get give a massage, but you managed to receive one in return.
  • By the end of both of your massages, the both of you seemed a lot closer, he showed you a new more personal side of himself and naturally enough, you found yourself falling for the handsome Brazilian


(I really couldn’t stop imagining his uprising skin for this so please read this with that in mind)

  • When you offered him a message, he was a little hesitant to allow you to touch his body, but with some convincing, he allowed you to come close. His only human arm was covered in scars and the skin was beyond worn out, you wondered how anyone was able to live looking like this; deep down you always felt bad for him, but never dared to express this to him
  • He took note of your staring, but instead of frustration, he let out a small chuckled as he turned back to greet your intrigued face, “Do my scars scare you?” he asked you in a low, but cool tone. Simply nodding to him, he turned back, looked forward, and straightened his back; he thus began to tell you the story of how he became this way
  • By the end of the story, rather than massaging his arm you were holding it tightly close to your chest. Genji was taken back by this, but because of his feelings for you, he did not retract his arm, instead he pulled you in front of him
  • He spoke no words as he abruptly spun you forward, your back facing him, he sat you down in front of where he sat and softly began massaging you. His human arm was strong and precise, making sure to rub into your skin with care and his cybernetic arm was heavy and allowed more pressure, none-the-less it was an excellent massage
  • By the end of his massage, he revealed his truest feelings for you and in turn you too revealed yours. Things seemed to go easy sailing for the both of you as he’d later decided to fully transform himself into full cybernetics; you supported him to your fullest abilities

okay, robert/damien (or smallmarch, whatever) where, each of them think the other is ‘the cool guy,’ and totally admire each other from afar,
(maybe they’re even a bit jealous of each other because Damien thinks that Robert doesn’t even have to put effort into being mysterious, cool, and sexy, and Robert thinks Damien’s way more well put-together and committed to his dashing, dark, and eloquent appearance in ways he feels he couldn’t find the motivation to be if he wanted)
but when they go get together to hang with Mary, they’re kinda quiet and try their hardest to act cool and shit, but eventually Mary gets tired of hearing them drool over each other when the other isn’t around and sets them up. 

Like she might be afraid of losing friends by doing so, but when the guys do start to get romantic, they all still totally hang out and have even better times because they’re less nervous, everyone’s happy, and Mary gets to brag about how she got them together.

On The Door Step - part 1

Parings: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.


Warning: Slight season 10/11 spoilers, moody teenager, cursing, angry Dean, mentions of character death

Words:  1,332

A/N: Hi again, just wanted to thank everyone for the notes on the prologue. After a while of thinking over the story, I have discovered what I wish to do with it! And I apologize in advance for long periods between posts. Enjoy!

My bare feet feel cold against the bunker’s tile floor as I make my way to the kitchen in the dark. The sleeves of the huge hoodie Sam bought me last Christmas cover my hands, keeping them warm from the chilly air. Expecting to see my brothers sitting at the table, their faces glued to computer screens and bodies jittery from caffeine, my heart sinks closer to my stomach when I find the kitchen empty.

“Where the hell are you?” I breathe into the empty space.

I check my phone, reloading my messages. Nothing. Radio silence.

Sam left me at the bunker a week ago, telling me he had to stop Dean from doing something stupid again. He’d given me a hug, a kiss on the forehead and then rushed out the door in a blur. Other than a message explaining how I have to stay in the bunker and that they’ll call me out of school until further notice three days ago, there’s been nothing.

Balling the ends of my sleeve into my hands, I cross my arms and sink into the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. The dark thoughts I have been fighting so hard to keep back come creeping back in.

I haven’t even heard anything from Castiel or Charlie… At least one of them would give me some kind of update.

I run my fingers through my hair, slightly pulling at the strands as I can feel the tears weld up in my eyes. They can’t be dead. They’re Winchesters.

Just as I’m edging on the ledge of an anxiety attack, my phone lights up and vibrates against the tile floor. I scramble to pick it up, dropping it in the process of switching the small green icon to answer the call from Sam.

“Sammy?” I ask weakly, biting on my thumbnail and hoping it’s not an officer calling me because they found their bodies.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Sam says calmly and releasing a sigh. “I’ve been meaning to call, but things have been… busy.”

I roll my eyes. They’re always hiding things, or trying to hide things from me. They dropped me off at a library before they asked the man who cut off his arm questions and they also tried to cover up the fact that that man’s family was going to burn the bunker to the ground (I wasn’t home for that either, they thought it would be best to drop me off at Jody’s for the weekend).

They can never tell me everything.

“Is Dean okay? And have you heard anything from Charlie, she hasn’t been answering.”

Sam takes a moment to breathe deeply, and I can just imagine how tired and stressed he looks. A heartbeat later, Sam’s ready to talk.

“(Y/N), Charlie’s dead.”

“What?! When?!”

“She’s been dead for a couple of weeks, (Y/N/N).” Tears well up in my eyes, and I have to fight them from falling. “Dean killed the men that did it.”

Of course he did.

“Castiel isn’t doing to well, but the three of us will be home soon.” With that, Sam hangs up and I close my eyes as a few tears trail down my cheek. She was my best friend. How could they not tell me? How come it took so long to tell me?!

I can feel the slow simmer of my blood beneath my flesh and my eyes flicker to the digital clock on my phone’s screen. I have an hour to get to school.

My fingers hold the ice pack against my eye lid as my body shifts in the chair across from the principal’s office door. The secretary judges me from her thick pink rimmed glasses, and I glare back at her in response. My leg bounces with the left over adrenaline from the fight that had just taken place in my math class. To be honest, I don’t know the kid that I started this fight with, I’m not even sure he deserved it, but I had to do something.

“Winchester,” Principal Young calls from her office door, just as Dean and Sam walk into the front office. They both catch the eye of the secretary, and I snicker as she ogles at them. Dean glares at me, silently asking me if I think this is funny (he’s completely unaware of the old woman practically drooling over them). 

I quickly make my way to the small office and take a seat in front of the wooden desk, my hands between my legs and my head ducked down. Young takes his seat at the desk, pointing to the other two uncomfortable chairs for my brothers to sit. Once they do, he sets to work, explaining that I have one last chance to clean up my act or I’ll be expelled.

Young finishes by giving the same spiel that he’s given me before. “You’re a good student,” “You have good grade, you just need a better attitude.” The same tune… yadda yadda.

Frustrated, I drop kick the ice pack into the parking lot once we were excused. Dean is the first to speak up.

“So, what? We come home and you decide you just have to punch the first kid you see?” He hollers, tossing my book bag at me. My bag drops to the concrete, the zipper undoing and spilling the contents. I watch the blank notebook papers dance in the air, tucking my hair behind my ears before bending down to pick it up.


“No, Sam! I wanna know!” Dean continues to yell, tossing his hands up. “Every time we’re gone, you’re “the best student of the school” but when we’re here, you seem to lose your fucking mind!” 

“Dean!” Sam shouts at our brother, pulling on his shoulder to force him to stop. “You’re making it worse.”

My body feels extremely warm and my cheeks are damp with tears I hadn’t realized I was shedding. My stomach clenches tight and my vision blurs with the unsheded salty water and my shoulders quiver and the palms of my hands dig into my eyes as the reality really sets in that Charlie is gone.

“(Y/N)?” Dean kneels down and places a hand on my shoulder.

“I miss her,” I meet his eyes, my voice quivering. I haven’t cried this hard since Sam dragged Dean’s wounded body to his room, telling me that Metatron killed him.

Dean pulls me into his chest, my fingers wrapping tightly around the flannel. Dean hugs me tight, smoothing out my hair, mumbling, “I miss her too.”

After several long minutes of my brothers giving me hugs, Sam walks me to the car with me tucked under his arm, promising me that we’ll get back to the bunker and we’ll sit down and watch whatever movie I want. No matter how cheesy and romantic it is, we’ll watch it.

Castiel greets me with a weak smile as I take my spot in the back of the Impala, and my eyes drift to the cuffs around his wrist. My eyebrows raise, “why is he cuffed?”

“Rowena did something,” Sam answers bluntly. “We’re taking precautions.” Nodding along to Sam’s words, I tuck my bag between the seats and smile at Cas.

“Would you like me to heal that?” Castiel huffs out, slowly raising a hand towards his own eye. Before I can speak, Dean interrupts.

“Cas, you need your strength.” Cas seems to ignore my brother, still watching me as he waits for an answer.

“No, I’m good.” I sniffle, forcing a large smile. “It adds character anyways.”

Castiel smiles weakly before resting his head back and slightly closing his eyes. Dean speeds out of the parking lot, Sam grumbling something underneath his breath, and I lean back into the seat, my eyes growing heavy as I watch the trees pass by.

I’ll never forget you, Charlie. I close my eyes, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she can hear me wherever she is.


Just a small bite

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


One Shot

A/N: I am starting to go through all the requests.Slowly I hope to finish them and make space for new.I hope you like this one and sorry for any mistakes. Gifs aren’t mine. This is from ‘your’ POV.

Requested by: Anonymous 

Request: “Hey can u please do a BTS Jimin Au just the boys where ONLY Jimin is a werewolf and he gets angry easily and can barely ever control himself and one blood moon or eclipse or something he completely loses control and goes on a killing spree and almost kills JungKook then somewhere in the story finds out the Female alpha who bit him then they become mates….? 

Word count:  4,617

Warnings: blood.

  It wasn’t easy to be different, it wasn’t easy to be a creature many feared.You were born this way and couldn’t change it, not only that but fate had chosen to give you all the power it had. From your first cry you were a werewolf, since you reached the age of 10 you were an alpha.

  Many thought it was strange, a female being an alpha?Yet no matter what they thought no one could say anything, you were the one with all the power.You had the whole pack in your hand and could do with them whatever you wanted. 

  You did go to school everyday like a normal person, except the fact that almost all the time you had people of your pack around you.Slowly as you go older you started noticing that most of the wolves in your pack ,that were the same age as you found mates.They were in love and happy, you on the other hand had only yourself.

  Yet since little you had your eye on one boy, a very charming one.He was supper adorable, but once he started growing up his chubby cheeks turned into a sharp jawline.His body was strong and muscular.People started calling him the strongest guy on school grounds.Most were afraid to talk to him and his friends, but girls still drooled over them. With each day passing you were starting to think about him even more that usual.But you never told anyone, you couldn’t. How would your pack react to you falling in love with a human. 

  You were only at the age of 16 when you realized what he had done to your heart.The thing is, you couldn’t speak to him at all.Your pack members were always with you, trying to protect you from possible harm that might befall you.His friends were always around him as well. One night you finished school latter than expected.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”you looked at the males of your pack

“Ok, let’s go.”the boy with dark green hair got pulled back by another 

“Where the hell do you think you are going?The girls bathroom?”he pushed him on a chair “Sit your ass down Jack.”

“You are a total ass you know that right Mark.”he growled at the the brown haired boy

“Relax you too.If Jenny wasn’t on a class trip she would have gone with Y/N.Let’s just wait.”

“Thank you B.”this person had been with you since you became an alpha.He was super cool and chill most of the time and you liked to call him B, even if it was just a letter.His hair was a bit longer than the others and jet black 

“What if something happens to her?” Jack jumped of the chair 

“Are you underestimating an alpha?” asked B with an amazed look on his face

“It’s not that…”he sat back down and you patted his back with a smile

“I will be fine Jack. Just wait a bit for me, ok?”he nodded and you left the classroom

  The bathroom was empty, maybe because you were the only ones left in the building. You washed your hands and stopped the running water, turning towards the second stall from the window towards the door.Reaching inside your bag you pulled out a few big bandaids and slipped them under the door. As you opened the bathroom, footsteps were heard and someone pulled you back inside.The lights suddenly turned off.You found yourself in someone’s lap, he was strong and definitely hurt.The foot steps disappeared shortly.The man that was behind you sighed and his body relaxed. You turned around and gasped, his name escaping your lips.

“Park Jimin!” 

“How can you see me in the dark Y/N?”he asked 

“How can you?”you returned the question 

“I recognized your voice.”

“Me…me too.” judging by the smell in the air you looked at his face and arms “You are hurt.”

“You must really have good eyesight.”

  You reached in your bag again and pulled out a disinfecting spray and treated all of his wounds. He relaxed after everything was over and the stinging sensation passed by.

“I was shocked when you pulled me back.”you told him

“I was shocked when you slid the bandaids under the door.You are really amazing aren’t you.Why do you have a whole pharmacy in your bag though?”

“My pac-, I mean my friends fight like cubs most of the time.”you giggled and reached out “Let’s get going.”he agreed and you tried to pull him up.Sadly his body was heavier that you thought and slipping you fell on top of him, hitting your head with his. “Oh my god.”you looked at him “Are you ok?” dismissing the light kiss that happened, which he obviously didn’t notice.

“I am, are you?”he asked getting up this time on his own and helping you as well

“Yeah, I am ok.”you blushed a bit 

 Once you walked out in the corridor you saw that the lights were all on.Loud footsteps echoed again.

“Shit, they are back!”you grabbed his sleeve and tugged a bit 

“No, it’s ok.It’s not them.”

“JIMIN!”a bunch of boys yelled, obviously his friends 

“Y/N!”you heard your name and soon your boys came as well

“What happened here.”asked the pretty boy of the school, Jin, he did look pissed off “Who the hell are you?”he looked at you

“Y/N are you ok?”asked B 

“What the hell is your problem!?” hissed Mark

“I want to know the same thing.Why was she with our leader?”asked Namjoon

“Careful who you are talking to!” Mark was supper angry, but Jack pulled him back

“Let’s go.”

“Wait…Y/N…”B’s voice trembled “Is this….”everyone looked at you and noticed the blood onto his fingers, his eyes moved to Jimin noticing the same substance onto his lips as well.Suddenly B’s mind traveled to all kinds of places. “You little…” 

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Bimbettes Headcanon: 

The girls are probably the closest REAL honest to goodness friends Lefou has ever had. They know his secret. They’ve been aware of it ever since they were young kids. They helped Lefou to avoid stigma in town by acting like he has a huge crush on THEM forever- looking longingly at them, sighing everytime he passes them. They aren’t annoyed by this other ‘rival’ for Gaston’s affections. They tried to convince him Gaston was a hopeless dream for ages, to no avail. It hurts Claudette, Paulette and Laurette to see their friend’s heart so taken by Gaston. They can SO relate to his unfulfilled longings and even feel like they ‘adopted’ Lefou as a 4th sibling. 

After Gaston dies, the girls help Lefou by taking note of EVERY man in the tavern who doesn’t drool over or hit on them. After all, besides Gaston, it’s the rare man who can resist the lovely Triplets! But whenever there’s a man who DOESN’T, the girls quietly point him out to Lefou, whisper “That one,” and pour a tankard of ale to give to Lefou so he can serve the guy and start a conversation. 

Why Us?

Another FNAF theory, and encase you weren’t sure; There will be spoilers. This theory is about why Ennard choose our body in Sister Location. Now I can here you guys and gals complaining, saying that Ennard did that as revenge for all the horrible things the “Purple Guy” did to all those kids. Well you would be wrong.

The final night we check the two rooms where Funtime Foxy and Ballora are found, only to see a man in each room hanging. Later in the night we have to go into Funtime Foxy’s room to get to the ending. In this room we hear something dripping and as you walk through the room it sounds like our character is walking in something wet and sticky. If you watch MarkiPlier’s Video Five Nights at Freddy’s: Sister Location - Part 4 (link right here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJ7xi4GzLwc&list=PL3tRBEVW0hiDL09lO0xjKEix84OY27xet&index=47) at 6:14 Mark asks why things are so wet.(I recommend you watch and see what I’m taking about.) Look back in the picture, the person there is hanging by their neck. If you hang someone by their neck, they die of suffocation, or a broken spine depending on how the noose was made. Being hung from a noose thou does NOT cause the body to lose bodily fluids. Try to argue that it might be drool, or them decaying over time, but in truth they were there for ONE DAY. Not enough to decompose and fall apart. So what are we stepping in in Foxy’s room?

Those technicians were scooped. Not to see if the scooper could work on a human. Oh no much worst than that, they were test suits. Ennard had scooped them first and tried them on. They didn’t fit right, maybe too big and the skin sagged the wrong way, or too small and mechanical parts began to show. Either way, our main character wasn’t the first choose, he was the last. This is a theory I haven’t seen and I feel like it needed to be noticed.

I do NOT OWN the video, that belongs to MarkiPlier. (He was the only person I saw that noticed the sound too. I recommend watching his stuff, since I’m a big fan.) I don’t own the pictures as well. Tell me what you think in the comments below. Take care.

Honestly I’m so grateful for Carlos Valdes and also the writers of The Flash. Because on paper, Cisco Ramon had the potential to be one of the most tiresome and unoriginal characters on the show. Given how “nerds” in media today are often portrayed all the same: the jokes about never getting the girl “cause guys like me, blah blah blah”, name drops a bunch of niche sci-fi bullshit without any context to make it seem like they have depth, salivating over every “hot” chick that walks into the room.

 But Cisco was never like that. You’re actually able to laugh at his movie references because it is delivered in a way that doesn’t seem forced or like he just wants you to know that he watches a lot of movies. He treats all of the women he knows with respect and he doesn’t drool over them or do the “woe is me, I’m a nerd and I can’t get a girl because of it, spiel”. He doesn’t explicitly state it but it is implied that he was bullied in high school because not only was he a nerd, but he was a brown kid in S.T.E.M. and that’s fucking hard, but he’s still one of the most genuine, loving and good people on the show. He’s also not a pretentious piece of shit about whatever nerd culture stuff he likes.

Like we could have really been looking at a Big Bang Theory situation where the writers just have him name drop things for the sake of showing that he knows them but they don’t. And there is actual humor and depth to his character and his comedic timing is spectacular. He’s probably one of the most genuine examples of what it’s like to just be a regular person who is enthusiastic about science fiction in a way where they include other people in their excitement and it’s contagious. Cisco Ramon is not and never will be a Howard Wollowitz character and fuck if I’m not grateful to Carlos and the writers for that.