his hands and my


A day of the newlyweds scuba diving, tanning, splashing each other and dinner at a beachside restaurant~


all i know how to draw is cute girlss ;_;

(srry for no mags, didn’t have an idea for him yet)

Auston Matthews - Part 17

Big decisions…. 

By the time we break away from each other, there’s several more stars behind Auston and his hair is a rumpled mess.

“Sorry, I might have gone a little overboard,” I say softly, doing my best to flatten his hair back out.

Auston laughs and grabs my hand from his hair and brings it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles and my belly clenches in response.

“Do we have to go back to the house?” He asks, his eyes trailing to my exposed neck again, although it’s a bit red in places. “I’ve waited to do that since I was sixteen years old,” he whispers, his fingers under my jaw, tilting my face up so he can peck me on the lips once more.

His words warm me even more and I smile against his lips.

“Really? Cause I’ve wanted to do that for the last four or five days,” I tease before pulling away.

Auston gives me that smile again and grabs my hand, pulling me into a sitting position. I look around and find the inner tube we rode just a few feet away.

“Least we still have a ride the rest of the way down,” I say, reaching over and pulling the tube over to us.

“You could have rode me,” Auston says, getting to his feet and grinning down at me.

“Oh my god, Auston!” I snap, my cheeks could melt the snow beneath me.

“You could have rode me while yelling that,” he adds, helping me to my feet and I smack his chest.

“Stop that!” I scold. “What if your mother heard you say that?”

Auston quirks an eyebrow at me, a devilish grin on his face. “She isn’t here now,” he says his eyes traveling down my body, although I’m not sure how desirable I look in snow pants and a winter jacket.

“As charming as that sounds, we need to go before someone comes looking for us,” I say, trying to keep a straight face.

Auston gives me an exaggerated, disappointed sigh and flops down on the tube, holding his arms to me and this time I climb much more willingly onto his lap.  

The rest of the ride down the hill goes much smoother and I begin to wonder if it was actually our combined weight earlier that made us crash or if Auston purposely made us. Once we get everything put away, we make our way to the snow mobile and we glance at each other.

“I enjoyed my ride earlier,” Auston says after a moment of measuring each other up.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” I mutter, putting my helmet on and straddling the sled. “Let’s go.” I rev the engine and he laughs, climbing on behind me, much closer than need be, and wraps his arms around my waist.  

We beat Alex and Breyana to the house and are quickly recruited by Mr. and Mrs. Matthews to help pack up the car to go back to Toronto. I help downstairs before going to my room and getting my things together and stripping the sheets off the bed. I can hear when Alex and Breyana arrive and quietly close my door before they come up the stairs.

I go to the window and sit on the bench in front of it, staring outside at the sunset just visible behind the trees. Thankfully I’ve been able to avoid being questioned by Auston about what I’m going to do and I feel a sense of relief that we have a two hour ride back to Toronto where he won’t be able to ask. I remain in the room until I hear Mrs. Matthews calling me from the stairs that it’s time to go.

I throw on my coziest sweater that my mom packed and grab my headphones from my purse before climbing into the middle seat with Auston. This time I don’t mind the distance between us, I put my headphones on and pull my legs up to my chest, curled into a ball against the door. Alex says something to me but I pretend not to hear her.

Guilt begins to gnaw at me once we are half an hour into the drive. I can feel every time that Auston looks at me and I know exactly what’s going through his head. I glance into the backseat to see Breyana into whatever show she’s watching on her phone and Alex is passed out. I twist in my seat, my body now facing Auston and I stretch a leg out, just barely grazing his leg with my calf, but it’s enough to get his attention and I nudge him once. He meets my gaze and I nudge him again, leaning my head against the headrest and giving him a soft smile.

Auston doesn’t smile back but I can see his expression soften and he grabs my ankle, pulling my leg onto his lap. I take that as a good sign and spend the next hour and a half staring out the sunroof, very aware of the small circles Auston is making on the bare skin of my ankle with his thumb. What am I going to do?

I start complying a list of pros and cons of each of my options and instead of making anything easier, it feels like I’m slowly ripping my heart into pieces. I let out a frustrated sigh which Mrs. Matthews hears me and looks back at me.

“Everything alright, dear?” She asks, motherly concern plain on her face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say quietly and Auston squeezes my ankle, but I ignore him.

A few minutes outside of Toronto my phone vibrates on my lap.

Talk tonight. No excuses.

Go figure, it’s from Auston. I want to argue and tell him I just want to go to bed but I know that won’t fly.


               Once we get back to Auston’s apartment, I am quick to avoid him, helping bring everything upstairs and then shut myself in the bathroom to shower. I ponder if I can just pretend to fall asleep, he wouldn’t dare come out into the living room and get me if his sisters are there. Right as I step out of the shower, my phone vibrates with another message from Auston.

               Don’t even bother pretending to fall asleep. Ill just wake u.

               How does he do that?

               I snap my phone back down on the counter and stare at myself in the mirror. A normal person would be exhausted from the lack of sleep I’ve gotten the last week, but as someone who spends most of her nights awake in her backyard, there’s not a dark circle to be seen. However, there’s a miserable look about my expression that even I can see. I’m ninety percent sure about what I’m going to choose, even if I don’t feel confident in said choice and it makes me miserable.

               After dressing and brushing out my hair, I peek out of the bathroom and see Mr. and Mrs. Matthews’ door is already shut, meaning they already went to bed. My stomach plummets and I desperately hope that Alex and Breyana don’t fall asleep right away. I make my way out into the living room and immediately feel Auston’s eyes on me from his seat in the chair next to Breyana. Avoiding his gaze I climb over Alex into my spot on the end and sit up with my back against the couch portion of the pullout.

               Grabbing my pillow, I pull my knees to my chest and push the pillow to the bottom half of my face and instantly my senses are overloaded by the smell of Auston. I find some comfort in that and relax a little, but still my head whirls around what I’m supposed to say to him later.

               The four of us watch T.V. in silence for a while until Auston announces he’s going to bed. I peek at him as he stands and he meets my gaze, unsmiling. I quickly look away and focus on the T.V. To my dismay, Breyana instantly falls asleep the second I hear Auston close his door. I quickly get Alex’s attention and engross her in a meaningless conversation, but it doesn’t last long and she too drifts off to sleep. I sit there for several minutes unsure about what I’m supposed to do, the T.V. switches off, it’s sleep timer ending.

               Almost instantly there’s a message on my phone screen and I make a face at it.

               I heard the tv turn off, are they asleep?


               I lie and I watch my screen anxiously, hoping and praying he just goes to bed.

               Liar. If ur not in here within 2 minutes im coming out there.

               I fidget in my spot, he wouldn’t really come out here, would he? Probably. I hesitate another minute before slowly standing up and watch Alex and Breyana to make sure their breathing doesn’t change. I slowly back down the hallway towards Auston’s room and keep my eyes on them, almost hoping they do wake up and ask me what the hell I’m doing.

               Unfortunately, I’m not that lucky and soon find myself outside Auston’s bedroom. I’m not sure whether to knock or not but I decide against it and slowly open the door and slip in. Almost instantly Auston’s hands are on my face, pulling me in for a rough kiss. Oh, okay.

               “I thought I did something wrong,” he finally mutters against my lips after breaking away from me.

               “What? Why?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.

               “You haven’t talked to me since the hill, I thought maybe you regretted kissing me earlier or something,” he responds and I can see embarrassment on his face which melts my heart.

               “Auston,” I whisper before closing the distance between us and meeting his lips with my own. I press against him and realize he isn’t wearing a shirt and I take the opportunity to do a little exploring with my hands. Auston presses me back against the door with a thud and we both freeze, listening for any sounds in the living room. After we hear nothing but silence, Auston pulls away from me.  

               “Are you trying to distract me?” Auston asks, his eyes wandering down to my stomach and I realize my shirt had ridden up, my hands quickly pull it back down and I turn scarlet again.

               “I didn’t do that! You did by pushing all up against me!” I snap, still pulling at my shirt even though it’s back in its proper place.

               “Hey, only fair. Shirt for a shirt,” he teases me and my eyes instantly travel down his torso.

               “Nope, not a chance,” I grumble and look past him into his room. It’s much like the living room, the feeling of Arizona is here as well. There’s pictures on his dresser and on the walls and I can’t help but smile at them, the majority have his family smiling around him. I brush my finger against the frame of the picture from his draft day.

               “Your mom called me that day. I could barely understand her, she was crying and switching between English and Spanish,” I smile at the memory. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard her more proud.”

               Auston stands just behind me, looking at the picture as well, a smile playing on his face.

               “Still, I meant what I said, I’m pretty sure she loves you more than me,” Auston says, teasing me.

               I laugh and shake my head, “Not a chance.”

               We talk a few more minutes about a couple other pictures and then we settle down on his bed, facing each other. At first he seems a bit distracted by me being on my bed and I can see the change in his eyes.

               “No,” I say, putting my finger in front of my face, trying to be stern. “No touching or kissing until later.” He pouts at me for a moment and his normal expression is back.

               “What do you really want to do?” He asks and I know this time it’s serious talk.

               “I honestly don’t know,” I start. “I wasn’t exaggerating the other day. I truly am terrified at the very thought of leaving home. I know it’s stupid but even being away for more than a few days I get homesick,” I pause a moment and realize with a pang that I haven’t been homesick all week. Before I can think much more about it, Auston cuts in.

               “It’s not stupid. I get it,” he says. “I never realized that I always had my mom with me no matter where I went, so I never had to miss home.”

               I smile at him since he isn’t looking at me, it’s beyond adorable how much he loves her.

               “In the car tonight, I was making a list of pros and cons for both staying in Ann Arbor and coming to Toronto,” I tell him quietly, criss-crossing my legs and pick at the blanket beneath me with my hands.  

               “And? How did that go?” He asks, also watching my fingers work against the blanket.

               “Horrible, I only have one con for one and about fifteen for the other, it’s an obvious decision but I just… don’t know,” I trail off with a sigh. Auston remains silent, waiting for me to go on.

               “I’m terrified, Auston. Never in my life have I ever thought I would fail at anything, I thought I was a person who could take chances and would know the outcome. There’s so much pressure on all sides, my parents think I’m this brilliant girl who can just absorb information and keep it. They don’t realize how hard I’ve had to work, the hours spent studying and missing out on typical college student things. Did you know I’ve never once been to a party?” I’m starting to ramble again, but he doesn’t stop me.

               “I’m worried that if I come here, within a few years I’m going to get burnt out. This is quite literally all I know, but I don’t want it to be work. I want to be able to go to either work or class and not counting the minutes until I get to leave. At home I get that freedom, I’m just going to classes and working on other things in my spare time. I don’t have the pressure of keeping a scholarship or the possibility of letting so many people down. I can’t have a job that requires me to stay all day and put everything I have into it because I don’t have much right now.” I can feel tears threatening to flow over and I angrily swipe at my eyes. Auston waits a moment to make sure I’m done to speak.

               “Y/N,” he starts, putting his hand on mine and pulling it away from his face. “I’ll be honest and tell you that I know the bare minimum of what you’re going through right now. But I’ll tell you what my mom has told me about you and what I’ve learned about you the past five days. You are everything that your parents think you are; brilliant, passionate, dedicated beyond belief… You self-taught yourself until you got to college and when you got there everyone was a hundred miles behind you.

               Mom said after your first day you called her and told her that your professors didn’t know what to do with you because there was nothing left for them to teach you. I don’t think many people can say that’s happened to them in their lifetime. Even now, when you’re supposed to be on vacation, every time you walk by a window you look at the sky, every time you step outside it’s all you see. Y/N, you even do it in the daytime and I can see your eyes going back and forth knowing exactly where, in a few hours, certain things are going to be. It’s amazing. I’m not going to tell you what to do by any means and I don’t have any advice on what to do, but I am going to tell you to remember that you are that brilliant girl that your parents think you are, that my parents think you are. Because you deserve to think of yourself that way, you’ve earned it. You have earned everything that has been offered to you.”

               I sit there staring at him in rapt silence, my fingers have stopped picking at the blanket and even the tears in my eyes seem frozen. I open my mouth to talk, but nothing comes out.

               Auston watches me, eyebrows raised. “What? Didn’t think I had that side to me?”

               “No, no!” I finally splutter out, coming to my senses. “I just… I didn’t expect that.”

               “I told you,” Auston chuckles. “Mom talks about you every time she calls me, I know a lot more about you as a person than you realize. I know you’re the type of person that holds everything in because you don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. Venting is a good thing, makes you think about things before you say them and what not.”

               “So, you’re just being one of those therapists that pretends to write down what I’m saying and eventually I figure out the problem myself?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.

               “Yep, pretty much,” he says, giving me a grin and flipping through the channels on his T.V.

               “So… I can go to bed now?”

               “I would prefer you didn’t,” Auston says and I can’t help but smile.

               “Why not?”

               “Because this will most likely be the last time we can be alone together until you go home, either to pack your things or to stay for good,” Auston says, not even looking up from the T.V.

               I realize with a pang that he’s right and I move closer to him, leaning back like he is and we spend the next two hours talking, laughing and poking fun at each other in quiet voices. Auston eventually drifts off to sleep, and I can’t help but watch him. His bruises have already faded and his breathing is even and surprisingly calming.

               Once the clock turns to three in the morning, I slip off the bed as quietly as I can. I’m almost to the door when I hear him behind me.

               “Y/N?” He asks and I turn around, his eyes are still closed but his head is turned in my direction.

               “Yes?” I whisper back.

               “It’s later,” he mumbles and I can see the smirk on his face from here.

               Moving back to the bed, I lean down over him and kiss the hollow of his throat, trailing soft kisses up his throat and jaw, finally reaches his mouth where I give him another gentle kiss.

               “Goodnight, Auston,” I whisper, but he’s already asleep again, the soft smile still in place.

               I make my way into the living room and consider getting back into bed with Alex and Breyana, but instead find myself sitting in a chair by the window, my eyes scanning the sky, thinking about everything that was said in the last three hours.

               My eyes stay trained on the North Star and I wish beyond belief that for once I wasn’t being pulled in two very opposite directions.  

spock just resting his hand on jims butt when theyre laying in bed and jims starts giggling like “babe what’re you doing” and spock just softly says “your posterior….. is very satisfying to me” and it makes jim giggle even harder

he really is so so soo soft and cute and pretty 😭💛

anonymous asked:

So we were at a friend house watching a movie and my friend/crush was messing around touching my boobs grabbing my thigh and ended up fingering me under the blanket with everybody around so i put my hand into his pant and started messing around also . When it was time to live he was giving me a ride home but we were so horny we started making and out then fucking in the car i came twice

I finally got to show Jared and Jensen my Mark of Cain tattoo!

This was another fun photo op. I walked up to them and held out my arm, saying, “This is a real tattoo,” and Jared immediately goes “It is?” and pets my arm. I smile a little and confirm that it is, in fact, real. I then asked for them to do kinda what Sam and Dean’s reaction would be.

I had no idea what they were doing since they were behind me and all I saw in my periphery was their hands. I didn’t even realize Jared was on his knees until afterwards!

I turned to thank them, and Jensen put his hand on the back of my head and basically pet my hair. I was going to sass at him that it was such a tall guy/short girl thing, but I was already walking away with a smile. Maybe next time I’ll sass at them ;)

I couldn’t be happier with how this turned out! Their faces are perfect.

Sastiel smut because why not

“God, Cas,” Sam groans, his hands on Cas’s hips, “Ride my cock so well.”

Cas sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and grinds down harder, his eyes heavily lidded as he stares at Sam. His hands are resting on Sam’s thick chest, his thumbs brushing over his nipples just to hear his breath hitch. Sam’s hard, has been since the case was solved and Cas whispered in his ear that he wanted to ride him when they got home. Dean was barely a foot away and the small nip to his ear had Sam blushing like a school girl. 

“You’re so good, Sam,” Cas whispers, squeezing around the hunter as he slides his hands up into his hair, “So good for me.”

Sam’s breath picks up, and he’s panting as Cas tugs and leans down to nip and lick at his sweaty neck, “F-fuck.” he breathes, fingers digging into Cas’s strong thighs, loving the feeling of them twitch and move as he rides his cock, “Cas-Cas, I’m gonna-”

“Not yet.” Cas mumbles, his own breath picking up as he fucks himself on Sam’s thick cock, his own cock rubbing against Sam’s abs, creating a friction that has him biting and sucking at Sam’s neck a little harder, “Almost-almost there, Sam.”

Helping Cas, Sam grips his ass and pulls him down onto his cock, harder and faster than before, “Feel amazing, Cas, god, you’re so-” Cas pulls away from marking up Sam’s neck and leans his forehead against the hunter’s, “Perfect. You’re perfect, Cas.” The angel’s lips part and Sam kisses him as soon as he feels the first splash of come on his stomach.

Cas groans Sam’s name over and over as Sam fucks him, unable to stop himself from coming hard, biting Cas’s lip as he fills him up. He doesn’t stop riding Sam, and Sam doesn't grow soft. They kiss until Cas’s thighs start to ache, and Sam lays back and rolls them over so he’s hovering over Cas, smiling down at him. Cas smiles back and Sam can’t resist leaning down to kiss him again, rocking into Cas to savor the feeling. 

“Sam,” Cas whispers, eyes closing as Sam starts to kiss across his jaw and down his neck, “You’re still, oh Sam-” 

The hunter smirks and sucks another hickey onto Cas’s neck, pressing his cock further into Cas at the angle he knows hits the right spot, “Think you can come again for me, angel?” Cas chokes out a moan and Sam pulls out and snaps his hips forward, looking down to see the angel’s cock twitch back to life, “Yeah, you can, you’re so perfect, Cas.”

Fingers slip through Sam’s hair, and he’s tugged back to Cas’s lips for a deep kiss that has Sam thrusting in a smooth rhythm, “I want you.” Cas mumbles, voice so low it sends chills down Sam’s spine, “Always will.”

Sam kisses him again and starts to pick up his pace. His cock is sensitive, and with each whimper that he swallows from Cas’s mouth, he can tell Cas is already close. Their lips are still touching, just barely brushing against each other as Cas comes, gasping against Sam’s mouth. Sam snaps his hips half a dozen more times before he’s pushing as deep as he can and coming, crashing his lips against the angel’s enough to hurt. His legs tremble, and Cas’s fingers dig into his back, holding him close, not wanting to let him go. They part, only to catch a breath, and Sam kisses Cas’s forehead, cheeks, and nose before pecking his lips. Cas smiles softly and lets Sam pull him onto his chest when he’s settled onto the bed.

Cas runs his hand over Sam’s broad, hairy, and sweaty chest, and kisses what he can reach while Sam’s hand runs over Cas’s back. The room stinks of sex and sweat, and they’re both too hot to be doing anything besides jumping into a cold shower, but they hold each other as close as possible.

They fall asleep too hot, messy, and in love.

lilykisses  asked:

15 trembling hands

“Your hand is trembling, Victor.” Yuuri noted as Victor’s palm grew slick with sweat in his. “Are you nervous?”

“I’m not nervous, you’re nervous.” Came the indignant pout as Victor squeezed his hand. “It’s my first time, of course I’m nervous.” he eventually admitted.

“I am, lt’s my first time too.” Yuuri soothed him with a smile, “Are you ready?” 

Victor nodded with a silent gulp as he swallowed his fears. 

“3, 2, 1, jump!” 

And they stepped off the bungy platform hand in hand, Victor screamed all the way down. 

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First Date P2


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So ive been frustrated with my job and theyre refusing to train me and ive been trying to talk to my store manager about it and hes been avoiding me. And in a fit of frustration i literally cornered him today and forced him to talk to me and told him that i respected his time and he needed to respect my time as well. And i voiced my frustrations and shook his hand and walked away and just started crying when i got to my car

Tiny steps to confidence?

anonymous asked:

#2 for Ren!!!

“Please wake up.” I begged, stroking down his cheek, tears filling my eyes. “I need you to wake up, Harry please.”

I kissed at the tip of his nose, pleading for him to come back to me, pressing my forehead against his. I knew I’d never get used to his night terrors, and what they did to him, but it seemed to get worse every single night. The way I dealt with him was just progressively getting weaker. I wanted so badly to save him, to pull him from that pain, but it just wounded me more and more every single night. Maybe it was because I could feel myself getting closer to him every single day. I knew him so well, and I cared for him so deeply. It made the pain ten times worse.
I took a few more steady breaths, clasping my other hand around his neck and then screaming down to him.


Air pushed into his chest as his eyes opened and he left the blue room, sweat trickling down his neck and his skin crawling, still stuck somewhere between his waking and the blue room. He automatically reached out for me, clasping his large hand around my neck, and he was really struggling to return to me that night. He was shaking, his eyes proving how lost he felt as they glanced over every feature of my face.

“Get me out.” He gasped. “Get me out of there, please, fuck.”

“You’re out!” I told him, quickly wiping away my tears before I laced my fingers through his long curls. “You’re not there anymore. You’re here with me.”

“I can feel it.” He sobbed, tears spilling and bottom lip wobbling. “I can still feel the room, Ren.”

“Just breathe.” I instructed, kissing the tip of his nose again. “Just breathe for me.”

“But I’m so scared.” He wept.

Usually, he just let a few tears fall, but that night he was weeping, his pain and suffering clear within his sobs, his skin reddening and his heart aching.

Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” I whispered, closing my eyes and rubbing my nose sweetly against his. “I’m here.”

“Let me see your eyes.” He quietly asked, his words stammered thanks to his tears. “Let me see them, please.”

So I opened them for him. I once more welcomed the brown of them to his green, which again took over blue, and the colours created a slow and steady calm to trance him, and drag him back to the reality he craved every evening.
I placed my hand on his chest, watching as gradually his tears stopped falling, and his heart slowed down.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“You’re perfect.” He said from nowhere. “You’re so perfect.”


“You are!” He stopped me before I could argue. “You’re golden. My sunflower.”

I wiped away his final tear, and then we moved so we could sleep. I turned my back to him and he grabbed at my waist, pulling me back so my body crashed against his, and we moulded together.
Sleep was blissful after that.

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Corey Graves

“Oh fuck, Corey!” You gasp as he slams forward, burying his cock to the hilt into you.

You gasp as he pulls out of you, leaving just the tip of his cock in you, then slams forward again, his hips pressing into your ass as you’re bent over his desk.

“Shut up, and take my cock.” He growls, his hand coming forward to clasp your throat, dragging you back so that your back is pressed into his chest.

“Fffffuckkkk” you moan, raising your grip to his tattooed forearm, his cock hammering into you from behind.

“Take it like the good little whore you are baby.” He growls into your ear, his breath hit on your neck.