just take my body


Jared Padalecki & Jensen Ackles, AHBL8 Melbourne
[photography by me]


Daisy Johnson in Agents of SHIELD: ‘Farewell, Cruel World!’

Tonight, The Focus is on You

Summary: It’s late at night and in the midst of getting yourself a cup of tea you hear Bucky making some mysterious noises in his room.

Warnings: smutty smut, masturbation, fluffish, Sergeant kink, metal hand kink

A/N: I’m sitting at my kitchen table writing this and I can wholeheartedly say that writing has taken over my life and I love it. I’ve had to awkwardly click off this page so many goddamn times because my family keeps walking behind me and guys it’s so uncomfortable.

You picked up your cup of tea and strutted down the hallway. You were wide awake, another nightmare had plagued your dreams and woken you up panting. You hoped the cup of tea in your hand would soothe you, stopping your body from shaking, and help you fall back to sleep.

You slowed down as you passed by each door, not wanting to wake up anyone up. You stopped outside of Bucky’s, tempted to go inside. You wondered if he was awake, if he’d hold you and listen to the details of your nightmare. You nearly dropped your cup when you heard the faintest moan through the door.

Shit!” The word slipped passed Bucky’s lips, it was barely audible through the thick wood keeping you out. You pressed your ear too the door, desperate to hear more. “It feels so good, fuck…” Another moan left him as you heard him drop down onto his mattress.

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Family Friendly Felix is equipped with a nifty little shock collar so if he even thinks of doing something that isnt PG approved, he receives a small shock until the thoughts pass. Sometimes he really cant stand how painful the shocks are, and sometimes they feel just dandy. 

Make Believe

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader pose as a couple to lure a vampire

Word Count:  2540

Warnings:  Smut, language, near death situation

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by winsmut

Make Believe

We were in the middle of this hunt when Mary called. We couldn’t exactly walk out on this, so Sam had volunteered to help Mary while Dean and I stay behind to finish the job.

Which led to the situation that I’m now in. It’s not so much a situation as a ‘how the holy fuck did it end up like this’ type of scenario. At the moment, as I sit in the Impala at the edge of a secluded forest with Dean, I wish that Dean had gone and Sam had stayed.

Not that it wouldn’t have been weird with Sam. It would have been weird, just a different kind of weird. Normal weird, not weird-weird. Sure, Sam is six plus feet of handsome, but the relationship I have with him is more sibling-ish. I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for Sam - the kind where my heart races a bit faster when he’s near and my girly bits get all tingly. Dean, on the other hand, has that effect on me. My relationship with Dean is strictly platonic, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream. And boy, do I ever dream. The man is fucking sex on bow-legs. Can you blame a girl?

Here’s the thing about this particular vampire - he’s got a bit of a twisted fetish. His tastes run into the kinky. He likes to take his victims mid-coitus. Doing the nasty. Knocking boots. The horizontal Mambo. He’s a real piece of work. Like I said, he’s a kinky son of a bitch.

His modus operandi is to kill the male and snatch the female. We haven’t quite figured out what he does with the girls, but our best guess is he turns them. And keeps them for his own amusement, if you catch my drift.

But I’m getting off course here. Right now my gut is swirling with butterflies, my heart pounding loudly enough that this vampire can probably hear it a mile off. In just a moment, I’m going to be making out with Dean. Sure, it’s for the greater good, I volunteer as tribute, blah blah blah. I know it’s not real, it’s just for show, but I’m nervous as hell. I’m staring at his lips and he’s giving me that cocky as hell smirk, you know the one I’m talking about. His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip and I practically swoon. I’m like Scarlet fucking O’hara, I’ve got a case of the vapors. I might actually pass out.  

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Tonks is staring out the window at The Burrow, grumpy. It’s one of those dull days, where it doesn’t rain so much as spit. She’s in the sitting room with Molly, who is very kindly repairing Tonks’s old school scarf.

Molly: Honestly, I can’t understand how you’ve done so much damage in so little time! All of my clothes from back when I was a student are still in perfect condition.

Tonks: *sitting bolt upright* You have clothes from when you were a student? Here? *she bounces, excitedly* Can I try some on?

Molly: Try some- What, you want to try on my clothes?

Tonks: *nods enthusiastically*

Molly: Well, I… You can if you’d like, but-

Tonks: Tsk, Molly, don’t be silly!

*giggling, she runs up the stairs to Molly’s room* *Molly, amused, returns to her knitting*

*three minutes later*

Molly: *calling up the stairs* Tonks? 

Tonks: MOLLY. Oh Molly, WHERE have you been HIDING these things?

Molly: Well, dear, I wouldn’t say I’ve hidden any of them, it’s all just been in my closet–

Tonks: *bounding down the stairs*

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Me: I’m at the highest point of love for Harry it’s not possible for me to love him any more it’s just taking over my body
Harry: *smiles extra big*
Me: breaking news…. Somehow..,,.///.. I have gained more lov……

Grind (C.H)

Calum Hood, 5 Seconds Of Summer

Part 1    Part 2

“Ok, the popcorn is here… Did you assholes actually not leave me a spot to sit?” I groan and leave one of the bowls on the coffee table. Michael stretches to grab it and shrugs, popping a popcorn in his mouth. I sigh and move to sit on the floor but Calum pats his thigh and motions me to sit on his lap, earning looks from the guys.
“Oh, come on guys…. I can’t let her sit on the floor and I don’t want to leave this so comfortable armchair. ” Calum says, shrugging. The guys nod and turn to the screen.

I sigh and sit on Calum’s lap, thanking God that we didn’t give away our secret; for the past 3 months, I and Calum took our friendship to another level and became friends with benefits.
“You almost got us caught…” I whisper in his ear as I settle on his lap. His hand goes to my thigh, drawing shapes on my skin.
“Stop freaking out… Nobody understood shit.” He whispers in my ear and bites my earlobe.
“Whatever… Want to stay after the guys leave?”  I ask him, whispering.
“You know I do. ” He chuckles.

I shuffle on Calum’s lap, trying to get more comfortable. Calum grips on my thigh and bites on my shoulder.
“Babe, you are giving me a boner…” He moans in my ear and buries his nails on the skin of my thigh.
“Want me to move away?” I ask, feeling his member stiffen.
“No… I want you to grind. ” He says, biting my neck.
“Cal, they are going to see us…” I protest.
“They are so into the movie, they won’t notice…” He says and slips his hand under my shorts. He traces my clit to convince me, but I am already convinced as well as turned on by his member poking my back.
I move my core closer to his cock, getting more friction from him. He moans in my ear again and slips his hand under my panties this time, teasing my entrance with his long fingers.
I bite my lip to prevent myself from moaning and press my cunt on his dick.
The friction his jeans and my cotton shorts make my lower region get on fire. His fingers are just teasing me, tracing my hole from the outside and spreading the wetness that was pooling in there.
“So wet for me….” He moans in my ear and I grind harder, feeling every inch of his hard-on.
“So hard just for me. I can’t wait to feel you inside me…” I moan back, just loud enough for him to hear it.
It just takes a few minutes before Calum stops me from moving my body.
“I want to cum so bad…I am so close…” He moans frustrated. I smirk at him and peck on his cheek, before I start grinding harder and faster, making Calum release long-held breaths.
“Fuck, babygirl.” He says, loud enough for everyone to hear.

I turn to look at him wide eyed as the guys stop the movie and look at us.
“What the hell guys?” Ashton asks, as he watches our red faces and the position we are sitting.
I open my mouth to say something but instead, I just stutter.
“Well…” Calum begins but stops and looks at me.
“Well what?” Luke asks.
“We’ve been sleeping together for the past 3 months. ” Calum says, with a lot of courage. I feel my face heat up and my cheeks turn brick red.
“Like, you’ve been sleeping together as boyfriend and girlfriend or like casually with no commitment? Kind of like friends with benefits?” Michael asks, glaring at Calum; Michael was always protective of me, more than the other 3 guys.
“We’ve never really discussed it but I guess it’s kind of boyfriend- girlfriend…” Calum replies, leaving me shocked.
“What?” I ask, turning to look at him.
“Yeah, I mean, we are exclusive. I am not sleeping around anymore and I know you don’t, so yeah…” He says, looking in my eyes for confirmation.
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t know you were that serious about this. I mean, we haven’t been on a date or something…”
“We have. A month ago, we went to that party together. We ended up having sex and you stayed at my place.”
“Wow, I didn’t even realize that that was a date.”

“Ok, maybe we should go and let them discuss this whole situation…. Just, next time you want to fool around, please don’t do it while we are in the same room. It’s weird to know that Calum had probably cum his pants…” Luke says, motioning the others to stand up and follow him to the door.
“Just tell us what you’ve decided. Goodnight kids.” Michael says, leaning in to kiss my forehead as he walks behind Luke.
“Don’t screw this one up, Hood.” Ashton warns Calum and waves me off, earning a nod from Calum and a smile from me.

Once the guys are out of my apartment, Calum makes me sit on his lap facing him.
“You didn’t know we were dating? Really?” Calum asks me, stroking my cheek.
“I thought we were just friends with benefits and nothing more.  ”
“I could never use you just like that. You mean more than you realize and sometimes I get so angry that you don’t see it. I don’t want to just fuck you. I want to spend time with you, have adventures with you. I just…. I never though that after all these years of hanging out as friends, it would be necessary to take you out on a date and ask you officially.” He replies shrugging.
“Well, Calum Thomas Hood, you know so little about women. We appreciate it when our boyfriends ask us out and go through that awkward first date moment. We appreciate it when our boyfriends get all nervous when they ask us to be with them or when they find a phantasmagoric way to ask us to be with them… ” I say, shaking my head while smiling….

“I think I have a phantasmagoric way to ask you to be mine…” He says, picking me up. I hang on his body like a koala bear as he walks us towards my bedroom.
“Please explain…” I say giggling.
“My tongue, against your little clit, forming every letter of the phrase ‘will you be my girlfriend’ until you cum on my lips, babygirl.”

(A/N): I intended to finish it when the guys caught them but it just didn’t seem right. Anyways, I hope you like it.


it’s just one those moments you can caption with anything and it makes perfect sense. 

examples for the uninspired: 

“I’m hungry-” “Eren DONT-”

“I said if Reiner’s a Titan, I’ll eat my left arm, and unlike the rest of you, I ain’t no liar.”

“eren you can’t eat yourself” “bert dared me to, mama didn’t raise a quitter.” 

“Eren just let me kidnap you-” 

“MY BODY MY RULES, you’ll never take me alive or WHOLE.” 

too many

there’s a coffee shop i like to go to. i tell myself, ‘i never go here enough,’ but really I go atleast twice a week now. i don’t often sit inside, but today I felt compelled to take a seat at an outside table.
I felt sweat in the folds of my knees, and allowed my legs to stretch out into the side walk, taking in the shade created by the factory across the street.
i let my purse drop to the ground next to me, and thought, ‘these are truly the vacations I pain for.’
My back to the door, a man walked behind me, and I heard him finishing up on a phone call before going inside to order. It sounded like he was trying to speak japanese, and his slow and careful pronunciations lead me to believe that it wasn’t his first language, or even one he spoke often. A long sip of my ice coffee, and I cursed myself for barely understanding my own language. 
He continued on, and I felt my body turn to take in just one look of the man I had been carelessly eavesdropping on. 
I didn’t expect to see a man in a mechanic’s jumpsuit, but my neighborhood stopped surprising me awhile ago, so i turned back around, and felt nosey for even taking in a glance.
Another couple of sips of my coffee, and I was happily back to my sidewalk oasis, bobbing my foot up and down, and smoothing my skirt flat against my thigh. 
The man came back outside and took the table next to me. He was drinking hot coffee without a lid, which would have gone unnoticed if it wasn’t such a particularly hot day. 
My foot kept bouncing, in rhythm with the alley breeze, when the man turned around to take a look at me.
Fair enough,’ I thought, and keep my eyes focused on papers and pens, and bits of rocks at my feet.
He brought his chin up to speak, grabbing my attention all at once,
“Don’t you think that’s too many tattoos?”
It’s funny how the charm could leave someone so quickly. 
I leaned back in my chair, and exhaled what felt like an invisible drag of a cigarette,
“Everyday I think that.”
it felt like i was telling him something i was proud of. 
“So what are you going to do now?”
as if an answer so complex was ready at the tip of my tongue at any moment of passing conversation, 
“There’s nothing I can do.”
“For myself?” he gestured to his chest, with no apparent undershirt under his jumpsuit, “There’s not one thing I can think of that I would get a tattoo of.”
“Yeah,” my ice coffee was empty, “You’re better off just buying the tshirt.”
He didn’t laugh, which was the response I expected, but rather listened to my words, and felt for his phone somewhere in his pocket. 
“Do you come here a lot?”
“I try to.”
extending his phone to me, I thought, he’s kidding right?
“Would you want to get together sometime?”
Now standing over me, he was tall, scuffed up, and clearly out of touch with what is appropriate to say to a stranger. However, I wasn’t particularly offended by our exchange. 
but i also wasn’t put on earth to bottle feed every asshole who just wants to see me naked and has no idea why.
“You’ll see me around here again i’m sure.” 
“Okay.” He put his napkin in his drink and started off down the street.
‘god-fucking-damnit,’ i dragged my heel,
and let him get completely out of my eye line before I stood up to walk home.
shaking my empty cup I thought, 
‘that’s what I get for turning my head.’

| Dork | Peter Parker

“Write a fic based on a gif” Challenge 

Originally posted by castlewyvern





“What…What in the world are you doing?”

Peter never paused in his antics, twirling around in the same spot, his eyes trained with high focus on the floor.

“Shh. I have to concentrate.”

“Peter Benjamin Parker you did not just tell me to shh.”

Peter groaned dramatically, and didn’t need to see you to know that you had your arms crossed, a hip jutted out as you tapped your fingers against your left bicep. 

“I’m trying to see…” He started, twisting faster and faster until you had a hard time keeping track of the red and blue blur in front of you. “…Just how much my body can take without emesis while undergoing massive spouts of vertigo due to the DNA change.”

A pause.


Peter rolled his eyes. “I’m seeing how my super spidey powers handle dizziness.”

“Well why didn’t you say that in the first place?” You said, mumbling under your breath about arrogant know it all admittedly hot spider mutants.

“I did,” He replied simply. You were about to go over and see how much his ‘spidey powers’ could handle a punch to his stomach but his voice interrupted you again.


The blur came to a sudden stop. Peter blinked, once. Twice.

Then abruptly doubled over.

“Doesn’t work, doesn’t work!” He groaned, eyes fluttering as he woozily stumbled and almost slammed himself into a wall. 

“Well what did you expect?” 

A chair crashed to the floor.

You shook your head and walked over, just in time for the brunette to slump forward, right onto your shoulder. You grunted slightly, trying to shift his weight, his soft curls brushing your ear.

“Peter,” You huffed in irritation. Peter made a noise, kissing right below your ear as a mumbled apology was pressed into your skin.

Your lip unintentionally twitched upwards even as you sighed.

“You’re lucky I love you, you dork.”


I am the worst kind of romantic. I am the one who hopes you’ll be like an 80’s movie. Standing by window with a radio, throwing your fist up in the air knowing you got the girl, or waiting outside a chapel because my sister got married and you couldn’t wait to see me. I’m the one who sings old 2000 songs because well the ones now a days don’t even begin to describe how I feel. I want you to want me the way I want you. I want you to need me. I want you to crave my touch, my voice, my attention, because well how can you love me if that’s not what it is. I am a hopeless romantic. I can’t fix what I’ve become. I’m just damaged goods. Not even goods more like trash. And that’s all thanks to you. Thank you for taking over not just my mind but my body. Because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get away from you.
—  n.m.

Me: *draws a male character*
Me: he looks like i girl i C AN T DRAW G UYS
My brain: thats!! Because!! You gave him!! Female body language!! And keys!!
Me: well how do i fix th-
My brain: S P R E A D T H E L E G S

Didn’t eat all day, and then came home, had a yogurt, left again. Came home again, had a normal ish dinner, and then binged on I think 9 cookies and purged half of it. Why can’t I just have healthy eating habits??? Like, please brain, just be okay eating 2-3 meals, and 1 cookie. 1 might even be okay sometimes, but 9??? Never.

anonymous asked:

what are some things you do on the daily?

“this boy needs to stop”

“i’m sorry but this boy look like he came straight out of the avengers movie and it’s not even funny. somebody call captain america” 

“you know i just be judging internet couples who wanna blast “JUST GOT married”all up in my news feed .that boy will literally hulk smash  his ass  in to  two, does he want to be crippled????? how thirsty does one need to be to be hoppin hulk dick???” ( when you see a couple that look dusty together and you just gotta go “that shit ugly,they need to stop” )