her body * *

The Yoga Class

She lies when Maggie asks if it was really that bad and she says yes.

She lies, but it’s okay, because Maggie knows she’s lying.

She knows because Alex knows that Maggie saw the way her jaw was on the floor the whole. Entire. Time.

The whole entire time, because the things Maggie can do with her body?

How she can hold herself up with only her hands, how she can go from stiff body slams on the job to graceful, steady, peaceful movements on that adorable pink mat of hers? (She’d laughed when Alex had insisted on getting a blue one for herself – to match – and she’d kissed her and she’d looked like she was in love.)

True, there were parts Alex hated.

Like the parts where she wasn’t the best one in the class.

Like the parts where the instructor had welcomed her as a newcomer, and the only okay part about that was the way Maggie had reached over and touched her arm and beamed because she was hers, hers, hers.

“Why do you do this stuff anyway, Mags? Isn’t it too… calm for you? Don’t you love your heavy bag?”

“I do, Danvers, but if I only got my release through my heavy bag, I’d just kind of stay angry all the time.”

“And this… breathy stuff… helps you not be angry all the time?”

“Some days,” Maggie had explained, and Alex could kind of see why.

Because, though she’ll never admit it, she found that it was kind of comforting – and kind of hot, okay, very hot – to watch Maggie move so peacefully, to watch the way her eyes fluttered closed.

Even if it earned her a gentle, smiling reprimand from the instructor, who softly reminded her to focus on her own practice for now.

Alex refrained from retorting that Maggie was her practice.

Because part of her? Part of her wanted that. Wanted to be like that. Like Maggie.

Because she admires the crap out of her, and damn, it would be kind of nice to be just as flexible as her girlfriend.

It would be… helpful.

In sting ops and such.

And in bed.

Her practice. Right. Focus on her practice.

And when she tried – when she took inspiration from Maggie’s soft breathing, from the way she wasn’t embarrassed to keep her eyes closed in this room, wasn’t scared, wasn’t guarded, like she was everywhere else in public spaces, and even alone together sometimes – Alex could see where this stuff was… relaxing.

Not to mention a little physically challenging.

Okay, a lot physically challenging.

Alex was used to motion. She wasn’t used to stillness.

And stillness? Stillness can be so much harder.

Stillness can require so much more strength.

The kind of strength she sees in Maggie. The kind of strength that makes her love her even more.

The kind of strength she wasn’t to develop in herself.

So she lies when Maggie asks if it was really that bad, because it’s funny and because they love teasing each other and because she’s still Alex Danvers, and she has a reputation to uphold, after all.

But really? She can’t find the words to tell her. Not yet.

How much she’s inspired by her.

How in awe of her she is.

She’ll find the words, one day.

But today? Laughing and nudging each other and flirting and teasing in the rain, neither of them caring enough to take their umbrellas out of Maggie’s gym bag, because god does everything, including the mist on their skin, feel perfect right now?

Today, this minute?

She’s got Maggie’s smile, and Maggie’s got hers, and that’s enough for now.

lmao this pisses me off they’re literally torturing yet another female lead and this time forcing her body into doing something she doesn’t want to do look how upset she is can i please die


<<Shhh>>, he reassured her as her sobs shook her body. <<It’s all good, baby>>, he chanted.

But as his words tried to calm her, his actions were aimed to scare her. He turned the flame back on millimeters from her face. Then, he turned it back off. <<I’d never burn off your pretty face>>, he reassured her. But he trailed the torch down her body as he spoke. <<This part down here, however… You’ve been very bad with it>>, he scolded her, before pressing the hot metal against her crotch, hard.

Jacqueline screamed again. She wasn’t hoping for salvation anymore. She hoped for death.

Among The Beasts: Freedom

Reader x Kol Mikaelson


synopsis: Klaus’ attempts to live up to his promise to you lead him to dark paths, but, in the end, he manages to lift the curse up, waking you up. 

A/N: I don’t know if I made it clear, but the Mikaelsons are quite fond to the reader. She is friends with all of them, but has a deeper conection with Kol. :)

Word Count: 2525

Part 1 - Part 2

“This is funny”, Klaus thought, a while later, as he stood in front of his mother’s lifeless body, holding her heart on his right hand. It was indeed amusing, because all of Esther’s worries revolved around what he would become if he possessed his Hybrid powers. What kind of evil the blond would turn out to be. Yet, she did not considered the fact she was the one to blame. She made him. She sentenced a poor boy to a painful childhood just to hide her mistake.

A bitter chuckle left his lips. Yes, killing her was an act of mercy, for the witch deserved way more than a quick death.

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never stray

Hades and Persephone

(Y/N) looked out to the gloomy kingdom of Hell, trying to drown out the ghostly screams with her humming. The humming helped none though, as she could still hear the banshee-like shrieks over her own head voice. If it wasn’t for the King of the Underworld, (Y/N) would never be caught dead even in death in this Hell.

She hugged her arms around her body and turned from the balcony back into Hades’ temple; her home. The black marble clicked against her shoes and echoed down the vacant halls, reminding her of the loneliness and eeriness she faced when Harry wasn’t home. It was verging 20 days since she’s last seen him. When he was away, (Y/N) was strictly allowed to not leave the temple. Harry promised her that it was for her own protection yet, she stayed stir crazy there for the entirety of Fall and Winter.

A sudden clicking of the chamber doors tore (Y/N) from her thoughts, her heart beat picking up from the thought of her husband arriving home. She took silent steps towards the front and was met with the back of her husband’s curly head of hair.

Harry turned from the door and a smirk bloomed onto his face at the sight of his wife. He held his hand out, folding his fingers around hers and pulling her into his broad embrace.

“My lover.” Harry sighed, squeezing her closer to his heart. Harry’s heart didn’t beat but he swore it fluttered alive when she was in his arms, his little goddess of spring and rebirth.

“Give me a kiss.” He whispered, using his knuckles to tip her head up.

(Y/N) touched her hand to his jaw and closed her eyes, taking a breath before leaning her mouth onto his and puckering slightly. Harry seemed unhappy with the slowness of it, wrapping his arm around her waist and pressing his lips harder and while she was taken aback by the sudden eagerness of it, it wasn’t unwelcome. Every breath she took was stolen out from her lungs as Harry kissed her as if he hadn’t seen her for a thousand years. While he was rough he wasn’t forceful, for his hands stroked lovingly at her hips, fingering the material of her dress.

She pulled apart with her cheeks the color of peaches, Harry’s matching. (Y/N)’s lips tingled and she swore she would die with the memory of his mouth on hers.

“Where were you?” She asked, even though she knew it was pointless. Harry kept all of his godly business to himself, never sharing what was happening above the Underworld and quite literally leaving her in the dark. There could’ve been a war happening on Mount Olympus and she wouldn’t of known until it was over.

Harry shook his head, excusing her question. “I hope you were good while I was away?”

(Y/N) nodded, averting her eye contact to the ground. She had learned a long time ago that after Harry had kidnapped her from Demeter, escaping was pointless and her best bets was staying with him. She didn’t mind though.

Harry tilted his head and kept his eyes on her, thumbing her cherry colored lips. “Are you lying to me?”

(Y/N) tensed because no, she was genuinely telling the truth about behaving herself while he was gone. Harry must’ve felt her body harden because he suddenly laughed, pressing one chaste kiss to her cheekbone. “I’m playing, pet. I know you’re a good girl.”

With that Harry pulled away and started down the hall, turning into the very last room; their bedroom. It was one of the grandest rooms of the entire building, one (Y/N) spent the majority of her time at when Harry was gone. Much to her disliking, it was a dark room filled with minimal color. The bed sheets were black, the curtains black, the marble black. Nights when Harry took her from behind she felt as if she was spiraling in a black hole of ecstasy, Harry creating the stars before her own eyes.

She smoothed down the wrinkles on her dress and followed her husband’s footsteps into their bedroom, gasping when the sight of his naked body abruptly meeting her.

“I-I’m so sorry.” (Y/N) stuttered, looking down. “I didn’t realize you were changing.”

Harry laughed boyishly and strolled up to her, hugging their bodies together. “Silly girl, there’s no reason to be sorry.”

“I know but…” She wove off mid sentence as Harry had started to brush his fingers through her hair, making her sigh contently at the tickling, yet soothing sensation.

“If I wasn’t so tired from my travels I would have you singing underneath me. For tonight let’s just sleep.”

“Are you going to change?” She responded, splaying her hand out on his collarbones. (Y/N) had missed him much more than she had allowed herself to.

“I think,” He started with a smile, one that caused his dimples to poke out. “…the only person who should be changing is you. Out from your clothes.”

“I don’t sleep in the nude. Unlike you, I’m proper.” She teased, running her hands down Harry’s chest to his waist. Her hands never dipped lower than his V-lines but despite that, Harry’s hips surged closer to her own.

“You will tonight.” And with that, he swept (Y/N) from her feet and twirled her before falling onto the bed and wrestling her from her dress. The dark, gloomy room was filled with their laughs and shrieks, two sounds that differed so heavily from the moans and groans of the dead just beyond the gates.

If anyone had seen the two in that moment, without knowledge they would’ve looked like a young couple in love; not Hades and Persephone. This was a scene of love, of trust and the only time you would find the King of the Dead more alive than dead.

Cuddling With Caitlin Snow Would Include...

Requested by anon

  • Caitlin might seem stuck up and stiff at a first glance
  • But she’s secretly very cuddly
  • And there’s no one she loves to cuddle more with than you
  • Caitlin putting her head on your chest
  • And wrapping her arms around your waist
  • As she cuddles into you
  • You wrapping your body around her
  • Tangling your fingers into her hair
  • Leaving small kisses across each other’s bare skin
  • Being a tangled mess of hair, hands, and legs when you wake up
  • Spooning sometimes
  • Caitlin being the little spoon
  • Subconsciously drawing patterns on each other’s skin
  • Not being able to sleep without the other
  • Going to each other for comfort cuddles

anonymous asked:

So Ashlee tweet deleted a post that said "I am hoping to raise my daughter to value her body more than to sell it for fame and money" I guess Brynn doesn't want to be a professional dancer/actress/model anymore then because all those careers require "selling"/using your body for to make money and get fame.

idk what she’s even implying though

that the other girls are prostitutes for fame?

like wtf it doesn’t make sense

Black Lingerie**



Joe felt his phone vibrate once again in his pocket yet he ignored it as best he could as he knew what the message contained. 

Meanwhile, Y/N let herself fall onto the bed, a smirk on her face as she watched the message go through to Joe. 

She had bought a new set of lingerie the other day and thought that today was the day that she would try it on. She was a bit hesitant when she bought it and again when she tried it on so she wanted a second opinion and who better to ask then her boyfriend, who was out with the boys all day.

Y/N so far had sent four pictures, one every hour making sure she got each angle of the black lace that hugged her body tightly and to make sure Joe didn’t get too excited while he was out. 

He had stopped replying after the third picture, either he was ignoring her or the boys were too close for him to open the message, scared one of them might see her risqué pictures. 

Y/N quit…” She read the text silently to herself, her grin growing larger. 

You haven’t answered my question” She sent back before standing to admire her figure in the mirror once again. 

This was the first real set of lingerie she had ever bought and honestly she didn’t know how she felt about it so she really did want to know what Joe thought, even though she already knew the answer, but she also loved to tease him and thats why she chose today of all days to ask for his opinion. 

Looks good love” A new text camera through. 

Does it really? You don’t think its too much, I could always undo the straps…they’re kind of a pain.”

Her phone started ringing seconds after she sent her text. Picking up her phone, she cleared her throat before answering. 

“Hi love.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, quit it” His voice was hushed but serious. 

“Quit what?” She said as innocently as she could. 

“Stop sending me pictures, I can’t contain myself much longer.” 

“All I wanted to know was if it looked good. The woman who sold it to me said you’d love it but I wasn’t too sure.”

“Yes Y/N you look great, you always look great. Now please I’ll be home in a few hours.”

“Can I model for you when you get home?” You asked twirling your hair around your finger. 

“Maybe, I could also help you with all those straps…” Joe’s voice faded out and the sound of laughter could be heard in the background. “Love, I have to go. I’ll see you soon. Bye”.

“Bye” Y/N said before tossing her phone to the bed. It seemed like her teasing had paid off but she wasn’t quite ready to be done so she snapped one last picture of herself, typing out ‘Hurry home x’ before hitting send.

“Y/N!” Y/N heard her name being called followed by the front door slamming shut. 

It had been 2 hours since she had sent her last text to Joe and with no response from him, she decided to get some work done.

Loud footsteps took the steps in twos and Y/N glanced over at the doorway just as a very flustered Joe walked through.

“Hello love” She said closing her laptop and setting it on her bedside table. 

Joe pushed his hair out of his face before marching his way over to his girlfriend who was sitting up in bed, the black lace that he had seen in her pictures still hugging her body. Joe bent down and captured her lips with his, leaning in just enough to push Y/N back down against the bed. Joe pulled away and instantly started undoing his belt buckle.

“How come you don’t greet me like that every time you come home?” Y/N pouted as she watched Joe undress himself. 

“You don’t wear lingerie every day.” Joe said after he pulled his shirt over his head.

“Oh so you did enjoy those pictures?” Y/N said cocking her head to the side as you climbed back on top of the bed. 

“Yes but I’d rather see you in person.” One of Joe’s hands traveled across Y/N’s shoulder and over the straps she has complaining about earlier. “Do you still need help getting this off?”

“Yes please” Y/N said before locking lips with Joe again. 

Joe’s hands traveled down to the clasp on Y/N’s back, his lips moving from her lips to her neck down to her shoulder, kissing the faint lines that the straps created. 

Y/N let the lace top fall from her body before she tossed it to the floor. Her hands traveled down the length of Joe’s torso, tracing the outlines of his abs before fingers brushed over the tip of his cock. 

Just as she was about to move her hands over his length, Joe grabbed a hold of her hands and brought them over her head, a stern look on his face. 

“Dont. I’m not going to let you tease me anymore love”

“What are you on about?”

“You think you’re funny don’t you?”

“It’s one of my many qualities actually”

Joe let go of her wrists and slowly trailed his fingers down her body leaving goosebumps to follow in their wake. He ran his fingers over the lacy band of her thong and down her thigh causing Y/N to squirm under him. 

“Joe.” She huffed as Joe’s fingers traced back up her body, missing the part where she wanted him the most. 

“Hmm?” He said raising an eyebrow.

He sensed her frustration and although he wanted to tease her as much as she had teased him, he wasn’t exactly in the position to wait. He hooked her fingers under the waistband and tugged the thong down her legs, discarding it to the floor with the rest of their clothes. 

Joe slid himself in between her thighs, his breath ghosting over her core causing a shiver to run down her spine. 

Y/N’s head hit the back of the pillow when she finally felt Joe’s tongue come in contact with her clit, something she had been waiting for since she had woken up this morning. 

Joe eagerly flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub while he inserted a finger into her, an audible moan leaving Y/N’s lips. Y/N’s fingers tangled themselves in Joe’s hair, her nails lights scarping his scalp as she gently pushed him further into her, his fingers going deeper inside of her. 

Joe halted his actions as Y/N’s back arched slightly off the bed when she let out low moan. He inserted his fingers into his mouth as she looked down at his flustered girlfriend who was desperately trying to grab ahold her orgasm that was slowly slipping away. 

Joe brought himself back up above her, his lips instantly finding their favourite spot on her neck as he positioned his tip at her entrance. He slowly eased himself into her but wasted no time thrusting into her. 

“Shit Joe!” Y/N cried out as her eye screwed shut and moved her head to the side for Joe who was more than likely leaving harsh marks along her neck. 

Joe pulled away from her neck after kissing the fresh love bite and continued to thrust faster and harder into her. 

“Fuck..Y/N” Joe managed to get out as he tried to keep a rhythm with his hips. “You looked absolutely beautiful in those pictures you know that?” 

“JOE!” Y/N yelled as she gripped Joe’s shoulders, her nails digging deeply into his skin. 

She felt herself clench tightly around Joe, slowing his movements just slightly as she felt her climax quickly approaching. Joe let his head fall slack as he continued thrusting as best as he could into her but his orgasm was also getting closer.

The coupled moaned out in unison as their orgasms hit simultaneously. Their chests heaving up and down as the struggled to catch their breath as they laid side by side.

“You really did look good in that” Joe said looking over at Y/N. 

“Thanks but I still don’t know how I feel about it” 

“I mean, I do like it better on the floor” Joe sent a wink over at his girlfriend who erupted with laughter. 

“Smooth Sugg” She said shoving his arm slightly before she sat up and pulled back on her thong and Joe’s t-shirt. “I’m hungry.”

“Say no more!” Joe said rolling out of bed and waltzing out the door, not giving to a second though about the pile of clothes on the ground.

anonymous asked:

Do you know what the heck is going on with Ma dying(cause you know she's Elluka) and yet still surviving to get busy with her son

pfft no

and I made sure, “Elluka” is definitely Ma in Kayo’s body and yet it’s intact after “Elluka’s” execution

//SPOILERS FOR ENVY (just in case)

my only guess (and it’s a stretch) is that since Kayo is equivalent to a contractor (being the daughter of a human and the Demon of Envy) and contractors can only be killed by other contractors/vessels of sin… Ma having Kayo’s original body would render her functionally immortal to any ordinary means of execution. But I have no idea how that’d work out at her actual execution.

TANGENT: Y’know until now, I always imagined the execution method as guillotine like during Story of Evil but we don’t even know how these witches were being killed? back during the Salem Witch Trials, they were hanged or stoned. But that was the 1600s, Evillious is largely late 1800s - (very) early 1900s by this time, so I’m thinking electric chair, hanging, or maybe firing squad. Either of which probably didn’t kill Ma if my theory is correct.

But there’s also the matter of her being regarded as dead. Was she executed privately? Publicly? Was a deal cut out for her by someone to walk free and was pronounced dead? If it was public, was someone else or a dummy killed in her place? I have a feeling we’ll be playing catch-up with Ma later in the MoN novel…

ahhitsme  asked:

okayt but like think about it - maggie was all angry and hurt and what not when she got kicked out so she started like meditating and doing yoga to like make her cool down and chill out and thats why shes the way she is now or like her aunt was a health nut and that just like rubbed off on her and she sees alex and kara with all their horrible unhealthy eating and shes like "babe you gotta eat veggies occasionally" and alex is all "but i spar with kara i should be able to eat my weight in junk"

YES YES YES her aunt DEFINITELY introduced maggie to yoga as a way to control her anger but she also signed her up for kickboxing bc sometimes anger can be controlled by meditation and sometimes u just gotta kick the shit outta something 

and maggie is just so confused how alex can eat absolute junk and still be in such amazing shape slash how the fuck does her body respond so well to fries and burgers and candy

I know I probably shouldn’t, but i feel bad for Melania Trump. I have been wrestling with this feeling in silence for a long time. 

She…always looks tense and her eyes are always panicked. She was clearly an  model or escort who probably thought she had landed a permanent meal ticket– to be endured and then left when appropriate. As a sex worker, I know that, i get it, i see it I’ve had it dangled in front of me. But as we all know, Trump is an incredibly controlling and violent man who micromanaged and raped his former wives.  I don’t know that Melania could escape him even if she wanted to. She avoids when he touches her in certain ways, and never looks happy when he kisses her. she looks incredibly nervous when she talks about him and goes stiff if he physically corners her. If they were a completely regular couple on the street, and i saw that body language, I would genuinely be worried about her safety. 

Not a lot of people know a lot about the modeling industry in eastern europe, but a lot of young women use it the way black people from the hood use rap and sports and group funding a single individual’s college education: as a way to escape and elevate themselves economically from an economy that sometimes provides so little options that a Hail Mary chance is worth the shot. When I heard where she was from and heard that she was a model, everything about her clicked into place. (x)(x)(x)

Melania is from slovenia– a small town in slovenia filled with mass graves from WWII. She came here and was working under trump in extremely dubious circumstances. She is uneducated and has extreme difficulty with english- but is in a country for which that is the dominant language. It would not even slightly surprise me if her narrative was that she left her small town, got a modeling job,  started working in america without a visa or anything and was completely at the mercy of her employer, found herself in the HIGHLY unusual and incredibly coercive situation of being plucked from among her fellow models by said employer, and then has been on a rollercoaster going at 190mph ever since. 

None of this is excluding or removing blame of her being complicit in her husband’s empire.And I am not prioritizing her, as an incredibly wealthy woman, over the millions of people trump has hurt and or will hurt….

Its just, every time I see her flinch away from him or i see panic in her eyes, I wonder, for a moment, if she is someone who Trump is hurting too. 

  • Jughead: I want complete freedom
  • Betty: I can give you partial freedom and my puppy eyes look
  • Jughead: Sold
Does anyone else just kinda want to kill themselves just to see who would actually care? But then you remember if you did that, you’d hurt the few who actually care. So your like… Nah I’ll wait.