one of those slightly moving things

Sun Signs

Your BASIC traits.

Aries: A natural born leader, willing to try anything. Usually takes on more than they can handle because they think they can handle it. Will not take no for an answer. Dramatic af. Likes making jokes, but doesn’t like when people make jokes about them.

Taurus: Stubborn but hates admitting it. Protective of their family, always willing to help. Can appear a bit pretentious at times. The best sense of humor, and quite an overachiever. A bit insecure when it comes to falling in love.

Gemini: The best communicators of the zodiac. They have a lot of dreams and overwhelm themselves with wanting to achieve all of them. Really sarcastic but usually with good intentions. Can be pushy. Loves learning new things.

Cancer: Emotional as hell, but also so much more than that. Incredibly family oriented. Can appear a bit selfish but it’s only because they think they know what is best for everyone. Usually hella organized. More of a perfectionist than any other sign. They remember every tiny detail about you. Loves cuddling.

Leo: Can come off a bit prideful. Hates showing weakness in any form, likely not a mushy person in the slightest. VERY business savvy, incredible common sense. One of the best senses of humor of the whole zodiac. Constantly moving on to the next best thing. Loves spoiling their friends.

Virgo: The smartest of the zodiac. These people are the most likely to obsess on things. Not actually all neat freaks! Usually quite cluttered. Can be slightly controlling but it’s only because they want to see those they love succeed. Gives out too many chances.

Libra: Is happiest when they’re taking care of those they love. Is usually the center of attention in a crowd, whether they mean to be or not. Struggles sharing deep emotions but wants to help you with yours. One of the biggest dreamers.

Scorpio: Not all of them are moody and dark, but all are intense. Usually thinks about intimacy more than they let on. Can be selfish but usually unintentionally. Masters of manipulation. You can always tell a Scorpio by their eyes.

Sagittarius: Like all fire signs, constantly on the move. A bit restless. Uses humor to disguise their feelings. Likely has unusual options and enjoys taboo things. Love is the most confusing thing to them. Can turn from hot to cold in a relationship in an instant.

Capricorn: Can be found making people laugh. Doesn’t like talking about their feelings, but gets upset if they feel you don’t care enough to ask. Never forgets those they love, holds on to things they learn from their relationships. Tough love is their thing. Ambitious but can take their sweet time getting there.

Aquarius: Often labeled as the weird ones, but one of the smarter signs. Loves learning. Obsessed with love but struggles with it. A natural flirt at all times. Can be incredibly detached and insensitive at times. Doesn’t mind looking silly at times to make people laugh.

Pisces: Uses sarcasm and often makes jokes that are surprisingly dark. Loves working with their hands. Emotional, and is usually the sign that is the most hard on themselves. Very smart and only happy if they’re doing something they love career wise.


This is a post for all the things “not so serious” or “silly” I want to redraw and color about Todoroki Shouto.
I WENT ALL THE WAY to re-read the manga to look for things I probably missed! I won’t put EVERYTHING here but most of it anyway…
Little by little, All those moments will be replaced by what I did. I’ll surely use 2 posts or up to 4 for this… Then I’ll be done with this character I think… I hope…

Being dragged around:

Realisations :

you saw those moves for 10 minutes the other day but didn’t question it before someone else mentions it :

That face:

That one moment when… :
ignoring and ditching father to meet friends:

wait a second Shouto :

no one noticed them, right:

not the table bakougou…:

rather slightly avoid being punch while he is stretching than walk farther:

Read the mood Shouto!

how could you forget the name of the kid who just punched Deku in the family jewels:

how could you forget 2.0 :

yes Yaoyorozu, he was here the whole time:

The floor is…:

Those action lines though:

Undercover Todoroki Todoroki Todo… :

Shouto is out:

…and the wig too:

Deku and the wig are being blasted off now:

Shouto and food :

where did he get this bento box, and no one else is eating a whole meal btw? Inb4 this is an onigiri Kirishima asked him….?

Everyone is formal but Shouto decided to eat anyway:

let’s ignore this whole scene everyone is paying attention to and just eat:

Food is important ok?

Inspired by Deku : eccho to that one match

Inspired by Bakugou : because usually he uses “bastard” or “this guy” but doesn’t give people nicknames

this face again:

He is trying:

too serious it’s funny now:

lil’ help here?

a word of advice?

Fangirls irl and in the manga too:

hi and bye :

The walks of the signs

Check your rising (the sign acquaintances see) and midheaven (the sign work bosses/employees and strangers see). Also check your sun and dominant.

Based on experience with others’ sun/rising/midheaven

The walk of an Aries:

When the Ram walks, they do not swing their hands. Their walk may seem quite sloppy, but it is just straight to the point. They stand tall, but not completely upright, and their shoulders are quite relaxed. Aries do not take quick paces, but instead long strides. They are the one mindlessly fixing their hair as they walk. Eyes exploring their surroundings, sometimes Aries seem lost, even when they know exactly where they are going. 

The walk of a Taurus:

They keep their body straight, with their shoulders slightly hunched down. Often, they are fiddling with their belt or sweeping their hair to the side. Their strides are big, and they walk fast. The walk of a Taurus almost seems mechanical. When walking, they are looking at their destination, or whoever is with them. They are the ones to turn around in the middle of a busy hallway, without noticing it is packed, just to tell you about a movie.

The walk of a Gemini:

With almost a swagger in their step, their shoulders are down and back in confidence. Their thumbs may be in their pockets, or hands playing with an object. They walk at a quick pace, with usually quite small steps. Their eyes are usually fixed on the destination, even if talking to someone on the way. The walk of a Gemini almost looks unbalanced, as they may sway slightly come side to side. They are the ones who blindly stop in a crowded doorway.

The walk of a Cancer:

Their walk seems to be in slow-motion, and is usually quite humble. They have relaxed shoulders and an air of softness in each step. They are usually talking to someone when they are walking, but if alone will be minding their own business; maybe playing with their hair. Often their hands have to be still, but doing something; like being in their pockets, or holding a book. In busy hallways, they are snaking through the crowd.

The walk of a Leo:

Very proud. Their shoulders are down, their back in straight, and their chest is puffed out. Their movement is bold, with short steps. Often, they are carrying a folder under one arm. Leo will be set on their destination until something breaks their focus, and their eyes start darting around their location. A Leo may swing their free arm swiftly, their palm faces either up or down. They are either the ones blocking the path, or the ones grumpily trying to get past.

The walk of a Virgo:

Their hands have to be busy; fiddling with a tie, holding books, or holding their hands together. Their steps are short, but their pace is quite quick. They are often looking to the ground and glancing down, only looking up to appreciate the scenery around them. Their shoulders are always relaxed, but either enclosed on themselves or open, depending on how confident the Virgo is in a space. They are the ones navigating through crowds.

The walk of a Libra:

Their walk can be seen as sloppy, but usually it is just because they are very chill. They talk soft-footed small steps, and do not walk very fast. A Libra believes they have all the time in the world to get to their destination. Often engrossed in conversation or thought, Libra is looking around, but never as anything specific. They are the ones who block doorways as they are unaware of their surroundings.

The walk of a Scorpio:

The movement of the Scorpion is swift. It is almost like they have perfectly rehearsed every single movement. They usually have their hands in their pockets or a bag around their arm, with the feet pointed out like a penguin. Watching people, their eyes often fix on individual things, then move onto something new. Scorpio walks at a fast pace and is often conscious of those around them; opening doors and standing to one side in order to not be in the way.

The walk of a Sagittarius:

They are fun and sloppy, often stood straight backed in contrast. The Archer is usually find standing tall, with their chest puffed out so slightly. They use their bodies and gestures boldly, maybe their shoulders move up and down when they laugh, or their whole side turns as they open doors. Blissfully unaware of those around them, Sagittarius may fall into you or stop in front of you quite often.

The walk of a Capricorn:

They have a natural swagger. They may have their fingers curled with one palm pointing to the ceiling, or their feet slightly pointing out. They are very active walkers in this way, as they are always doing something with their hands. Capricorn is notorious for fixing or mindlessly playing with their hair. They may sometimes seem fierce or scary, as they stand and walk quite boldly. Sometimes they block the halls, but this is because if you don’t say “excuse me”, why should they move? 

The walk of an Aquarius:

Aquarius is blind to those around them, merely enjoying those they walk with or any plans they are thinking up. They lean back slightly and walk with a group of friends whenever possible. Often, you will see them subtly swinging an arm back and forth. The Water Bearer often walks with a smile on their face. They may be in the way of people, but they don’t particularly care about that, as you could probably find a different way around.

The walk of a Pisces:

They do not draw much attention towards themselves. They walk alone in peace, or often take a back seat in larger groups. The Fish may have their head to the ground as they take quick and small steps. This individual can often be stopped as they tend to swing their arms. If a Pisces isn’t looking at the ground, they may be seeing looking out to the distance, or examine an on-coming crowd.

Imagine getting a role in a movie with your ex Tom and Jensen, your current boyfriend, getting jealous and worried.

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Originally posted by maryxglz

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You stared at the text message in your phone for what seemed like an eternity. When you had accepted the role you never thought there would come this moment that you’d actually think you’d want to take your answer back. You always had loved acting, a little more than singing, so whenever a movie came up that you liked the script – which you really did now – and you could work in without having to leave Supernatural, you immediately accepted. Now, however you’d started having serious doubts about your decision.

Your manager had told you you were supposed to meet your costar tomorrow morning for a coffee and the two of you to talk about some scenes. He’d sent you the address today but once you spotted the name you had not been able to reply to him. You were frozen in your place.

“Baby?” you heard a voice behind you but every muscle in your body refused to move.

“Baby? (Y/n) are you alright?” the voice got closer and when you felt a hand on your shuoulder you jumped, your phone falling from your hands.

“Wh-what?” you blinked, looking up to meet your boyfriend’s worried eyes.

“I asked you if you are alright, but it’s obvious you’re not.” he said with a gentle smile, bending to pick your phone but not looking at it out of respect.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he cupped your face as he sat in front of you on the bed.

“It’s- nothing’s wrong, you don’t have to worry.” you mumbled, avoiding to look him in the eyes.

“Princess-” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head “You’re a terrible liar, do you know that?”

“And a terrible actor?” you asked with a half smile, trying to change the subject as smoothly as you could.

“Absolutely not! Besides, I am your number one fan and you know so I guess my opinion wouldn’t matter much anyway. But-” he grinned “You’ve got two oscars and a golden globe amongst many other awards, I think that might mean you are a good actress.” he winked and you chuckled, your eyes casting down.

“I guess.” you fidgeted with yours fingers but cursed at yourself in your mind for how you were unable to come up with something else to say, since you knew Jensen would bring back the topic.

“Now-” here we go “-Are you going to tell me about it, or not? I am not pressuring you, sweetheart, but I just need to know what’s bothering you in case I can help.”

“I want to tell you Jens, but this- I don’t know how well you’d really take to it. I don’t know if you’d be able to help me to be honest… you might be too angry to.” you played with the ring in your finger.

He took hold of your hands and brought them up to kiss them, along with engagement ring “I promise, no matter what it is I am going to try my best not to get angry.” he squeezed your hands and let out a shaky breath.

“I know you won’t, Jens. I know that you’ll try your best but sometimes it’s just- things are too hard to handle and-”

“(Y/n), what’s going on? You’re starting to worry me here. Did something happen to anyone?” he frowned but you shook your head.

“No, no I swear. Don’t worry, it’s just-” you sighed, willing yourself to look him in the eyes “Remember that movie I got a part in the previous week?”

“Yeah I- I think.” he nodded his head, his green eyes baring into yours as if he was trying to study you.

“Well, my manager told me I was supposed to meet my costar tomorrow. You know the one I will be having all those not-so-appropriate scenes with?” you asked and you saw him clench his jaw and look for a minute away.

“Yeah?” his voice was more rough and you felt him squeeze your hands without realizing it. He was already mad about it, well jealous mostly but he had agreed to respect it and you because: 1) he loved you and trusted you and 2) that was your job as well as his and if you could handle seeing him with all those women Dean had then so should he.

“Well, he told me his name today. Through texts.” you let out a shaky breath.

“And?” he looked at you with a deep frown it almost reminded you of Dean for a moment.

“It’s Tom.” you breathed out as fast as you could, and for a moment he obviously didn’t get it “It’s my ex Tom.” you corrected “Tom Hiddleston.”

The moment the words left your lips you saw his back straightened and his eyebrow shot up. His lips moved just slightly but he still kept his jaw clenched. His eyes hardened and you could see that he tried to control himself just because of his promise to you, but you could also understand how hard it was for him. Other than Jensen, Tom was the other most serious relationship you’d ever had. And by that you meant engagement serious. You weren’t one to play with those things, all of your relationships had actually been serious, but when you were with Tom you actually thought he’d be the one. You still didn’t understand fully well why you actually broke up.

You were happy together, as happy as you could get at the time, and you both thought that that was going to be forever. You really thought you would never fall harder for someone else so that made getting over him even harder but when you met Jensen you really understood what love could be. Of course you never forgot about Tom, he was and would always be important to you and sometimes you wished you could still be friends. But it was nearly impossible considering the situation.

“Jens?” you whispered, tilting your head “Jens? Jensen please say something.” you gave his hand a squeeze as his hard look didn’t flatter.

“Your ex Tom?” he asked in a low, dangerously low, and rough voice.

Jensen was not one to get jealous easily, of course when he did it the cutest sight for you but when it came to Tom it all took a turn for the worse. He was jealous but no the funny or sweet and grumpy kind. It was the seriously jealous and worried kind.

“Ye-yes my ex, Tom.” you looked down with a sigh “J, I swear I had no idea it would be him. If- if I knew I- I would have probably not said yes to the movie.”

“Probably?” he frowned at you and you blinked.

“I- I mean-” you cleared your throat “Yes, Jensen probably. Just- just because of what happened between me and Tom doesn’t mean I- I will turn down a great chance in a movie.”

“(Y/n).” he pursed his lips, letting go of your hand and you let them fall on your lap.

“What Jensen?”

“He’s your ex! Your ex Tom, do you remember what happened last time you met him?”

“If you’re talking about the Con, he wasn’t flirting with me.” you rolled your eyes “I told you, that’s how he always was with me. We’ve been close even before we got together, what’s wrong with that?”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, but he’s your ex (Y/n)! You- you can’t just go hav a scene with him like- like that and expect me to-”

“What? Accept it? Yeah Jensen I actually am. Look I am the one having doubts in the first place too but I can’t really believe you’re still angry about this because, and you said it, he’s my ex! I am no longer with him, I am with you and this-” you showed him the ring “Means that want to be with you forever! You are the one I chose to spend my life with, after I was with Tom, can’t you just- just try to understand that?”

“Yeah, but you had decided to spend your life with Tom once too, didn’t you?” he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest like a sad stubborn little child.

“And it didn’t work out, but this is working out Jens! It is because I actually know it is what I want to!” you got up, getting closer to him “Jensen, baby please- I- I am having a hard time myself and despite how jealous I knew you’d be I thought that- that you’d understand me.”

“I’m- I’m sorry sweetheart, damn it I really am.” he cleared his throat, running a hand down his face “I’m just- It’s so fucking hard to when I know how much he- he actually meant to you.”he confessed, his head bowing down as he ran a hand through his hair.

“J” you whispered, taking hold of his hands and he looked at you “I know that Tom and I were- what he and I had wasdeep and it was true and important and strong and everything.” you cleared your throat when you his shoulders fall and the look on his face match that of a kicked puppy’s “But it’s over, J. It’s over, it ended because it actually wasn’t as… true as I thought, and not as strong or as important. Not as this is.” you locked fingers with his.

“Not as real as we are. Jensen, when Tom and I ended I thought I would never get over him because I really thought he was the one for me, the only one for me. But then I met you and- and I realized what love really meant. Don’t get me wrong, I- I did love, Tom. I can’t lie to you about that, and maybe I still do.” you heard him take a sharp breath and you almost felt bad “But I’m not in love with him!” yo quickly added, not over yet “I’m not in love with him because I’m in love with you. And nothing can ever change this now.”

“Not even him?” he whispered and you raised an eyebrow.

“What? Why do you think he would ever want to change this? Tom and I- it was a mutual decision to end this, he wanted it to. Why would he now-”

“(Y/n)” he cut you off gently, but his voice still was laced with pain “Have you seen the way he looks at you?” he asked, remembering the time you met at Con.

“What about the way he looks at me?” you whispered with a frown.

“It’s the exact same way I look at you. Madly in love.”

Where She Went


pairing: daveed diggs x reader

summary: daveed and reader were high school sweethearts who had a bad breakup before they both left oakland. four years have passed and fate (and a well-timed cello concert) bring them face-to-face.

warnings: swearing. that’s really it.

word count: 2,504

a/n: day three of @hamwriters write-a-thon is lit day :-) based on the novel “where she went” by gayle forman which is actually a sequel to “if i stay” but i do what i want. this is in Daveed’s POV because the original book is in the guy’s POV, and i’m planning on posting a second part on POV day so be on the lookout for that. okay love u happy reading

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying with us today and enjoy your time in the Big Apple.”

Daveed unclips his seatbelt as the other passengers begin to file off the plane, standing to grab his carry-on from the overhead compartment. It’s the only bag he packed, because he’s only in the city for 24 hours. Tour starts in two days, and his manager had all but physically forced him onto the plane to NYC.

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After seeing all the “Glitch in the Matrix” posts on sixpenceee’s blog, I just wanted to share some creepy little thing my friends and I like to reflect on every once in a while. 

During our freshmen year of highschool, we had our own table that perfectly fit six of our close friends. There would be the occasional switching out of people, sometimes others would come to sit and chat for a bit. Nothing out of the ordinary, this happened almost every other day. But for the most part, the usual six of us would be there chatting away. 

One particular day, we were kind of quiet. It wasn’t one of those scenarios were someone was in a bad mood and everyone else just kind of shut up in fear of worsening the air. No, each person was just kind of quiet. We had all gotten our lunches, everyone sitting in their usual seat. It just didn’t feel normal. We started questioning what it could be, maybe the table had moved slightly to the left, a light could have burnt out. Little things in life that make the air around you a little more tense, but can go undetected. Unfortunately that wasn’t the problem. 

Then someone spoke up, a small “Is someone missing?”. 

The air felt differently because someone was missing. Someone who was extremely important, is what we all agreed on. It’s one of the oddest feelings I’ve ever had in my life. We all counted ourselves six or seven times, but with each name listed off the more unnerving the scene felt. It was impossible for a extra someone to had been sitting there, each seat was filled. But the feeling of a missing body still bugged us. We even began to ask those surrounding us, “is anyone missing from our table?”. Of course they replied with a simple “no”, along with a strange look. 

It was probably nothing, but occasionally the feeling comes back to me, and I get uncomfortable all over again. It’s weird to think that our minds could have tricked us in to thinking someone was missing. Or that this glitch in the system made us forget someone’s existence completely. 

Don’t call me baby face!

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Words: 5.402

Warnings: smut (oral sex (male receiving), explicit language), swearing, angst, fluff, wrap it before you tap it!

A/N: This based on a cute request of an anon! I hope the anon likes it and of couse all of you!

Request: Hey love!!! Absolutely love your writing!!! I have a request if that’s ok! Can you write something where there’s a new recruit and she feels inadequate because everyone except Bucky calls her ‘baby face’ and they tease her (jokingly) about how short and adorable she is and Bucky falls into peer pressure and starts calling her that too (which hurts her cuz she likes him) so one day for a party, she dresses up really sexy and Bucky gets all hot n bothered and they end up forking?? 😆

You were short. Alright, no big deal but there was one problem. You were an Avenger. And not only that, you were the new recruit, too. All that together results in one annoying thing, everyone called you ‘cute’, ‘shorty’, adorable’, ‘sweet’ and the most worst thing: ‘baby face’. You hate it! You really hate all the nicknames. You were always this little, cute girl, your whole life, but you always wanted to be the sexy girl, too. The one girl every man looks at when she enters the room.

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50 Reasons Why Rey Is A Kenobi

Or At Least Not A Skywalker Or A Solo

In the following you will find extensive evidence/parallels/deductive reasoning as support for Rey, the protagonist of The Force Awakens, being the granddaughter of the Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi. 


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Okay, so one of Sarah Shepard’s biggest fears is that her helmet comms hadn’t gone out over Alchera and that the rest of the crew had listened to her die. Her gasps for air as her suit depressurized, her struggles as she tried in vain to plug the leaks in the hoses, her little sounds of fear before it finally went quiet. I was just thinking of how the team would react to hearing that, and her receiver had been damaged, so they could hear her, but she couldn’t hear them.

Kaidan: Doesn’t understand what he’s hearing at first, he saw the pod in the cockpit deploy, she had have been on board. Fear and panic grips his chest when he finally understands. He tries calling to her, but there’s no answer, just her choking gasps for air, tears run down his face as he tries to comfort her, but she can’t hear him. He’s listening to his friend (or lover) die and there’s nothing he can do about it. He shouldn’t have left her, should have gone with her to get Joker, maybe then she would have made it. He calls her name into the silence a long time after the noises stop until he can’t bring himself to say it again.

Liara: Just sits in her seat and sobs, head down. She’s haunted by the sounds for weeks afterwards, can hear them when it’s quiet. She’s never listened to someone die before and it kills something inside of her to know that the first time she has, it was a friend.

Garrus: Grips the harness so hard his hands hurt, his jaw clenched so hard his mandibles ache. She’s his mentor, his guide, he’s learned more travelling with her than he ever did at C-Sec. He starts shaking in his seat, wanting to go to her, wanting to help her, but he can’t, all he can do is sit there until there’s empty air. Turian’s can’t cry, not really, but eventually there’s low mournful keening that doesn’t need translating.

Tali: Turns her modulator off so no one can hear her cry as she listens to her friend die, the one who helped her on her Pilgrimage, introduced her to so many wonderful things. Her hands press to her face plate, her shoulders shaking unmistakably and when she gets back to the Flotilla, she can’t sleep because of how loud it is.

Wrex: Doesn’t do anything, doesn’t move, just stares straight ahead. Eventually he starts rocking back and forth slightly. He’s heard people die, that wasn’t something new, but they had always been enemies, those trying to kill him, and it had always been quick. It was never a friend, a member of this strange krannt he had come to be in, and it was never by a slow suffocation.

and finally

Joker: Alliance finds his escape pod shortly after they find the others. He’s alone, curled up in his seat so hard he had broken bones. Wide eyed and not moving because he saw her die, he watched her as she was blown out into space. In his mind, it was his fault. He killed her, as surely as if he had held a gun to her head and pulled the trigger. He’s treated for shock and doesn’t speak for almost a solid month.

anonymous asked:

zutara - “i came to the gym to work out but holy god i can’t stop watching you do one armed push ups that’s so hot” pls???

AN: Sorry I didn’t write like… anything this past week. I made a post earlier this week about how my friend sucked me back into the black hole that is World of Warcraft. Plus my graduation is in 2 weeks from now so I’m going to be a lot busier until then. Just a heads up: I am in love with this prompt. Can I marry it please???

This was it. Katara was done. She was going to file a complaint with the gym, because this guy had no right to do this to her. 

How dare he? How dare he come into her gym, the place where she was supposed to be able to focus and work out in, and distract her like this? At first she thought maybe it wasn’t intentional. Maybe this guy didn’t mean anything by what he was doing. He was purely here to work out and Katara was just reading too much into this. 

But seriously? One armed push-ups? Who does that? What normal person just does one armed push-ups just for the heck of it? Does anyone really do those as part of a normal workout routine? He was doing this just to mess with her, Katara was sure of it. 

Smug bastard, she thought. She bet he was one of those guys who did this kind of thing just for fun. Katara bet he had a nice, but slightly stupid, girlfriend back at home that had no idea that he came to gyms to torture unsuspecting single girls like Katara who had no chance with the ripped guy doing stuff like this. He’d come in all cocky and pull out moves like this in order to fluster Katara and waste her money. 

Katara paid for this gym membership, damnit! But because of him, all she was paying for was an hour of ogling at this gorgeous unobtainable guy. 

And oh the looks he would give her. He just knew Katara was staring at him, and he was reveling in it. He’d probably go and shower after his workout and just laugh at her. 

But this… these one armed push-ups were Katara’s limit. She was done. When he glanced up at her, making eye contact, Katara marched over to him, ready to give him a piece of her mind. 

“Excuse me, sir? Do you mind?” Katara spat rather angrily. The shirtless guy now below Katara looked up at her, shocked. His eyes widened in confusion, and slight fear. He stood up awkwardly.

“Uh… what?” He asked, looking at her warily. 

Katara scoffed. “Seriously? Do you mind? I’m sick of this, what you’re doing. You think you’re so smug, huh? I pay for this gym, too, you know? And I really hate guys like you. Yes! We get it!” She practically screamed. “You’re attractive!” If this guys eyes were to get any wider, they would’ve fallen out of his head. He turned a deep shade of red. “But I’m trying to work out here! And I think you’re being a real douche bag-” he mouthed the word back to her as a question while Katara continued, “-by trying to distract me? Is this how you have your fun? Huh?” She pointed an accusing finger at his chest. He was half a head taller than her, but he shrunk as she continued yelling at him. “You come in here, all confident and cocky, and you pick your prey, and you go about doing shit like this,” she gestured wildly at all of him, “with your one armed push-ups and you give random girls these looks like you just have them all figured out! Well I’m sick of it! Leave me alone!” 

He took a small step backwards, slightly terrified. His face was completely crimson, and he looked absolutely mortified. “Oh my god…” he whispered softly, “You think I’m… look I wasn’t trying…” he stumbled over his words, apparently not knowing what to say next. “I wasn’t trying to give you a smug look I thought you were cute and… I’m so sorry I wasn’t trying to harass you I just… oh my god I’m sorry I don’t know what…” 

Katara looked at him incredulously as she listened to him ramble on with repeated apologizes and shocked exclamations. As she watched him, Katara slowly realized what she had just done. She had assumed this guy was a total dick, some player who liked to bother uninterested girls in gyms. Her eyes widened as she watched this obviously shy and awkward person apologize for… what? Working out in his own gym? 

“Oh my god, stop.” Katara finally told him, becoming more and more embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I totally misread this situation.” Katara’s face was turning red, too. “I didn’t mean… I just assumed… look when you’ve been a regular at gyms for a long time like I have you tend to think the worst of the guys here and…” Now Katara was rambling. But shit if he wasn’t cute and she had just made a complete and utter fool of herself. “You know what?” Katara said. “I’m just going to go! I’m going to leave and I’m going to cancel my subscription to this gym because I’m so embarrassed right now that I just yelled at you and I kind of just want to crawl into a hole so yes alright goodbye.” 

She turned to walk away, but the guy grabbed her arm. “Wait!” He said quickly. He scratched the back of his neck and looked at Katara nervously. “Would you want to… uhm… I’m Zuko?” He offered. He didn’t sound sure that Zuko was his name. 

Even his name is cute, Katara thought dumbly. What’s the protocol for flirting with the guy you just yelled at for being too attractive? 

She smiled at him, unsure. “Katara,” she said, awkwardly holding her hand out. “I’m Katara.” 

taytayize123-blog  asked:

Do you ever just imagine being in bed sleeping next to Harry and he wakes up early like 7:30 am because you guys need to leave the house by 9:30 am for a few meetings in town but you just won't wake up so he decides he knows the perfect way to wake up his precise pet... By eating you out like his life depended on it start off slow but just goes faster as it only adds to the intensity of it all 😈 😍

I’ve written about this so many times, and it never seems to get old.

He’d lock his arms around your thighs and pull you closer to him, starting to leave small wet kisses on the insides of your thighs, his lips lazily tracing your skin. 

Then Harry would press kisses on your clit, flicking it with his tongue, and down your sex, humming against you, loving the taste. 

When you’d slowly start to wake up, your body would slightly jolt at his touch, but you can’t get away from him. Your hands fly in his hair as your head tips back, a soft moan escaping your lips. 

Harry’s eyes are locked on you this whole time, watching your every move, listening to every sound you make, all those things, that you are doing just for him.

Out Of Nothing At All - Twelve

He answered almost immediately.

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

No. No it wasn’t. It wasn’t okay at all.

“I’m in the bath. And there’s blood, I’m bleeding. Oh god, oh god. What do I do?” your breath was coming out in tiny hiccups.

“How much blood Y/N? Are you in pain?”

“I can’t tell. The water’s pink…..I don’t know!!”

“Okay. Get out of bath carefully and get dressed. I’ll be there as quick as I can.“

He disconnected the call and you looked down, trying to assess how much blood there actually was. You couldn’t tell, the water having diluted it. But it was definitely there.

You pulled yourself out of the bath carefully, dressing in your pajamas and finding a pad in your cabinet, securing it to your underwear. Finding an old FBI academy hoody, you wrapped it around you and collected your things.

When Hotch arrived you were sitting by your front door, knees drawn up to your chest and tears streaming down your face. Any pregnant woman knew that blood was a bad thing this far along in the pregnancy. 

“Come on, Y/N, let’s go,” he spoke softly, leading you to his car and strapping you in.

“Have you called your OB/GYN? Is Spencer meeting us at the hospital?”


You shook your head. “We had an argument.”

An argument about how you were going to be a bad mother and how he knew you’d wanted to get rid of the baby. What if this was karma? The universes way of saying, “serves you right” for being so selfish originally.

Aaron sighed and switched his cell to speaker mode in its cradle. “What’s the number of your doctor?”

You reeled it off and he made the call, the secretary advising that the doctor was on call tonight anyway and would make her way to the hospital. Thank God for private health care.

He dialled Reid next, and when he answered you could hear JJ in the background.

“Spencer, you need to make your way to the hospital. Level 7.” That was where the secretary had advised you to go.

“Sir? What’s happened? Is it Y/N?” Panic was in his voice suddenly.

“She’s bleeding Spencer.”

You heard a thud and then strange noises. You couldn’t hear Spencer then, only JJ. She must have taken the phone from him. “Hotch we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

The rest of the ride was silent, Hotch clearly not knowing what to say to you and you struggling to keep it together.

When you arrived at the hospital, you were shown immediately to a private room, the nurse advising that your doctor was on her way and would be another ten to fifteen minutes.

“You and dad try to relax. Are you in any pain?”

You shook your head, not even bothering to correct her. The only pain was the feel of your heart breaking.

“Okay, if you’re wearing a pad, we’d ask that you change it now, just so we can run some tests and try to measure how much your losing.”

She offered you another pad and a sterile pack to put your used one in. You disappeared into the bathroom, not looking at the smeared cotton as you discarded it into the bag and handed it to the nurse.

You climbed onto the bed, curling into the fetal position and hugging your stomach, Aaron sitting in the chair next to the bed.

You couldn’t stop thinking that this was your fault. You didn’t want her and that your body had finally decided to listen to your needs and do what you wanted.

Except that was what you’d wanted 10 weeks ago. Not now.

But…….You must be being punished. For wanting it at all. 

A few minutes later the door crashed open again, Spencer rushing into the room with JJ close behind him. Oh god, he was going to blame you. He’d never forgive you for killing your baby. Because essentially, you had. That had to be what was happening now right? Your body had killed the life it had nourished for 24 weeks and was expelling her from you, just like you’d wanted.

“Is she okay? Is my baby okay?” He narrowed his eyes at you, curled on the bed, “Or did you actually get what you wanted originally?”

“OUT NOW.” Hotch stood, pressing his hand against Reid’s chest hard and pushing him out of the hospital room and into the corridor.

You could hear yelling in the corridor and moved your hands from your tummy to your ears, crying softly. Seconds later you felt a weight on the bed next to you. JJ climbed onto it, and pulled your head onto her lap, stroking your hair gently like you imagined she’d do with Henry when he was upset.

She didn’t say anything, just making soothing noises. As a mother herself, you knew she wouldn’t dare tell you that everything would be okay. Because she couldn’t make that promise to you and only she could really understand how terrified you were at the moment.

“JJ, what if he’s right… What if this is… What if it’s my fault.” You buried your head into her lap, gasping for breath now as you sobbed freely and openly.

“Y/N shhhhh. None of this is your fault. You don’t know what’s happened yet, but whatever it is, it’s not your fault.”

“But I didn’t want her! I wished her away…. I was going to get rid of her. What if she knows. And now…… Oh god, I can’t lose her.” You couldn’t continue. JJ wrapped her arms around you awkwardly, kissing the top of your head.

“Shhhhh. Whatever is happening isn’t your fault Y/N.” She continued stroking your hair as sobs racked through your body.

“Y/N…… ” You looked up to see Spencer and Aaron stood at the door.

“Your doctors here to do the ultrasound. She says you can only have one person in the room with you whilst she does it.” Hotch spoke and you saw Spencer slowly close his eyes, just waiting for you to choose Aaron. JJ gently pushed you off her lap, climbing off the bed.

“Spencer….. ” He was the Dad, it was only fair.

“We’ll be outside okay. She’s just setting up.” Hotch gave you a grim smile and he and JJ left the room leaving Spencer stood awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. He looked like he might burst into tears himself at any minute.

“I don’t wanna lose her Spencer,” your voice was so tiny and small, it barely sounded like it came from you. He looked at you and crossed the room so quickly, climbing onto the bed and wrapping his arms around you.

“Me neither Y/N. I’m so so sorry about earlier. I’m sorry for the things I said. I’m sorry for….. ”

“Y/N….” Dr Merrins came into the room, an assistant pushing along a portable ultrasound machine.

“So we’re what? Week 24?” she checked your notes. “Are you in any pain, any cramping?”

You shook your head, pulling away from Reid to look at her.

“And you started bleeding about an hour ago in the bath tub?” Said so calmly and matter of factly.


“All right. I assume this is dad?” She motioned to Reid and you nodded. “I need you to hop off the bed for me. Let’s have a look and see what’s been happening okay?”

Spencer obliged and you pulled up your top allowing her to squirt the cold gel onto your tummy, before pressing the wand to it.

Both you and Spencer turned to the screen expectantly, scared of what you would or wouldn’t see, him gripping your hand tightly. 

Please, please, please let there still be something there. You’d trade everything right now just to hear her heartbeat again. Hell, you’d even be nice to Spencer all the time, you silently bargained with whatever deities there were.

For a few heart wrenching seconds you couldn’t see or hear anything. And then, the familiar whooshing sound and an image on the screen.

Her heartbeat.

Oh god… She was still alive in there. You hadn’t killed her. Fresh tears started to flow, tears of relief, of happiness. Then Dr Merrins moved the wand about on your tummy, the image on the screen a changing every few seconds and you could see the tiny life inside of you. The life you’d been petrified had ended.

“Spencer….. ”

“I hear her Y/N. And see her. Oh my god…. I can’t…. She’s okay?” He turned to the doctor for the last part.

“She seems to be. Heartbeat is good, she’s moving around and she doesn’t appear to be in any distress. The placenta is slightly lower than we’d like it to be at this stage but not enough to cause any major concern. Y/N we’d like to keep you in for a few hours and hook you up to a monitor, but it honestly seems like it may just have been one of those things. Some women do experience bleeding all the way through their pregnancies, and it can be scary and concerning. You did the right thing coming in, but I think we’re okay. We’ll run some tests on the samples we’ve got, to check it’s not blood from the placenta but I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about. Her heartbeat is strong.” She patted your arm and smiled at you encouragingly and you let out the huge breath you’d been holding.

She hooked up a contraption to your tummy, wrapping a belt around you to keep it in place and on another screen you could see a little heart symbol flashing on and off. She then attached a pulse oximeter to the tip of your finger and you saw another heart symbol appear, monitoring your own. Pricking your arm, she then drew a couple of vials of your blood, taping you up afterwards.

“Right, Mom and Dad, relax for a bit. I’ll send your friends back in whilst we go and run some tests, okay.”

JJ and Hotch entered as soon as she and her assistant left.

“Well you’re both smiling so can I assume everything’s okay?” Hotch asked.

“It seems to be. They want to keep me here though for a few hours just to make sure. You don’t need to stay Aaron, I’ll get a cab. Thank you for coming so quickly.”

“It’s no problem at all Y/N,” the older agent replied.

“Spence, I presume you’re staying?” JJ looked at Reid, who looked at you asking if it was okay. Of course it was.

“Okay. Hotch can drive me home and I’ll leave my keys with Spencer. Your cars at mine anyway so just come and get it tomorrow okay. Save you taking a cab.”

She handed her car keys to Spencer, before leaning over and giving you both a quick hug.

“Keep me updated.” You promised her that you would.

Hotch came over, hugging you first and then grasping Reid’s shoulder.

“If you need anything….. And Spencer, remember what I said.”

“I will.” He voice was quiet and croaky with emotion.

The two left, leaving the room quiet except for the sounds of the monitors.

You turned to Spencer, swallowing loudly.

“I’m sorry Spencer. For everything. I was so scared…. I thought…..oh god. I thought we’d lost her. I know I didn’t want her to begin with but I want her so much now…. I…. I…. ”

He wrapped his arms around you once more, rubbing your back, his face pressed against yours and your tears mingling together. You cried together, for the baby you hadn’t wanted, but now you wanted more than anything.

It had taken thinking you were going to lose her, to realise how much you loved her already. 

Little Star Wars Headcanons

You know those people who always, without fail, lean too far back on their chair, so casual it looks practiced? 

Han Solo is one of those people. (He never falls though) 

You know those people who are always moving, ever so slightly, their fingers drumming on tables or weaving things of the air, their feet jiggling? 

Jyn Erso is one of those people. 

You know those damn people who always wear tight or sleeveless shirts while exercising so everyone can be blessed by their muscles? 

Kylo Ren is one of those people (although everyone’s too frightened to look) 

You know those people who casually brush your back with their palm as they walk by, a friendly reassurance as soft and unobtrusive as they can make it? 

Obi-Wan is one of those people. 

You know those people who can silence an entire room with a single look? 

Leia Organa is one of those people (Rey is training to be) 

You know those people who drag their feet and stumble, but not because they’re dejected, because they’re looking up at the sky and it’s so captivating a view they can’t be bothered with this walking nonsense? 

Luke Skywalker is one of those people. 

You know those people who look stern and solemn and you’re not sure if they like you or not, but when they smile it’s like someone has split open the sky and let every beam of sunlight and starlight pour in? 

Padme Amidala is one of those people. 

I’ve spent so long dreaming of fictions that they become real, in some way. They assume mannerisms and their own sphere of existence. 

Feel free to add your own ‘little’ headcanons! 

| Mirrors + Practice; JKI.

Member: Kai | EXO

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Idol [Name] pays a visit to fellow Idol boyfriend and things take a turn..

Heavy bass, accompanied with an upbeat tempo and squeaking of sneakers, filled the dance practice room as four goddesses rehearsed for their upcoming comeback. Their new song came loudly through the speakers, their bodies moving perfectly in sync with the beat, and their faces taking their seductive forms was enough to make anyone entertained. Male or female, they would be hypnotized by the way these four women moved.  

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Date? | Reaper x Reader

Gabriel Reyes hardly ever showed his face in your office. You assumed he disliked being in the vicinity of the overwatch building, or something along those lines. He had always been annoyed that he had been left in charge of Blackwatch, you knew that much. If you knew Gabriel like you thought you did, it was obvious he wanted to avoid the emotions that came with that.
Therefore, it came as a not so welcome surprise when you returned from a meeting to find him reclined in one of the lounge chairs. Legs crossed and leant to one side, acting as if he owned the place.
You didn’t much appreciate that and hummed in annoyance at this display, he clearly wanted something. Of course you could never refuse, it went without saying that you had feelings that went beyond friendship towards the man. As stubborn as you were the chances of the admittance of that were slim.
“Crawled out of your hole in BlackWatch, I see,” you muttered, shutting the door behind you and leaving a pile of paperwork on your desk that was easily a foot high.
“What’s so important that you had to come here?” you asked, leaning the edge of your desk, facing Gabriel.
“I tried calling your office phone. You wouldn’t answer so I decided to pay a visit,” the gist of a smile played on his lips, reminding you of your attraction towards the man. That devilish smile would be the death of you.
Gabriel Reyes was well known for his temper by those who weren’t well acquainted with him. And for those who were he was known for having a cocky attitude and a playful sense of humour.
“What do you want?” a sigh escaped your slightly parted lips as you pinched the bridge of your nose in exasperation.
“I wanted to ask you something,” he stood, stretching out his limbs, allowing you to get a good look at his figure. You decided it wasn’t so much ‘checking him out’ as it was admiring how well built he was.
“Hmm?” You remained disinterested, letting him see you blush was the last thing you wanted, especially after ogling him like that.
“I’m sure you know that I’ve been invited to to some sort of boring meeting in Numbani, along with a couple other Overwatch representatives. It just so happens there’s an extra space,” he muttered, clearly not suggesting anything at all.
“I didn’t really think meetings were your front,” you shrugged.
It was easy to play it cool. You wanted to go, of course you did. A weekend in Numbani with the man you were crushing on. This could be a trip that would supposedly lead to other things.
“That’s why I’m inviting you. Meetings are boring. Do you really think I want to listen to some old man talk for hours? You’d make it interesting,” he grinned, producing an airplane ticket from his coat pocket,“There’s a prepared diner after too.”
Of course that made your mind up. Who would turn down free food? First class free food at that. Gingerly you reached out for the ticket, fingers only brushing across the surface before Gabriel snatched it back.
“You don’t have to force yourself,” he shrugged and turned away.
He wasn’t getting away with pulling that kind of trick on you. Within seconds you had reached over his shoulder and pulled the ticket back to the safety of your hands, admiring it carefully. It seemed you would be in first class seating too.
“If I didn’t know better I’d think you were asking me on a date,” your eyes locked with his, which quickly glanced away.
“Maybe I am,” he shrugged and continued on his way out of the room.
In that moment something strange came over you. Brash moves weren’t something that you partook in often. This time seemed to be one of those rare events. You stopped the door from closing and pushed it open slightly to have Gabriel turn to you, looking rather confused.
You smiled, a mix between a sweet grin and a playful smirk. Then gave him a quick peck on the lips, enjoying how he blushed at that.
“I guess it is a date then,” was the last thing you said before allowing the door to shut.
Outside you could hear a soft curse of surprise followed by a nervous laugh.

anonymous asked:

hi omg this might sound dumb but can I have an Alex imagine where the girl is just really stressed about school/the future and Alex cheers her up?

This isn’t dumb at all! I love the idea and fluffy supportive Alex is the cutest thing in this world!!

School and the future seemed to be the only thing your teachers cared about. What you planned on doing after graduating, the massive load of assignments given each week, and making sure your grades were up in order to pass the exams. Can’t they just spend a moment to ask if the amount of work was over the top or if you needed longer on a task? They barely acted like they cared.

You were driving yourself mad. The amount of things you’ve highlighted and the pages of notes you’ve written could stretch from here to the other side of the world! You were going crazy, and so what else do you do when you’re losing your mind? That’s right, drag your boyfriend into it.

“Alex,” You called, approaching the lunch table he was sat at. He was alone at the moment, so you had free control of complaining. “I have like twelve things to do and all Mr. Porter is doing lately is talking about exams, that I need to start revising for or I’ll never pass, and what school we want to get into next year. I can’t handle the demands, why does school suck so much?”

Alex watched you take the seat beside him, you were breathless after that little speech. A tiny smile graced his face. “Hello to you too.” He chuckled, placing the book he had open down.

“Alex,” You whined, shoving you bag onto the table in front of you. “I honestly just don’t even know what to do. My mind is so confuzzled!” You cried. “Can you please do all of my homework for me?” You smiled sweetly up at him.

He grinned. “Nice try,” He commented. “But, no thanks.”

“Can you at least revise with me?” You asked, taking his hand in yours.

“I already do,” He chuckled, kissing your knuckles. “Besides, soon enough all of this will be over and you won’t know why you were so worked up.”

You glared at him. “I highly doubt that,” The blonde just smiled at you. “Aren’t you stressed?”

“Of course I am, but I have your theatrics to keep me grounded.”

“Hey!” You slapped his arm lightly. “It’s not my fault that the teachers give too much work and expect that we know everything in under a year.” You let out a sigh, looking up at the worried look on Alex’s face.

“It’ll be alright,” He tightened his hold on your hand. “It always will be. Just work through one task at a time, even go and explain to your teachers why things might be late. There’s still plenty of time until exams and everything else that’s due. You just need to focus on what’s going on right now, okay?” He moved a piece of hair from in front of your face. “Tonight we can work on something. I promise that you will have everything completed by their due dates and I know for a damn fact,” He grinned. “You will ace those damn exams.”

You nodded slightly, shuffling closer to Alex in order to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I love you, you know that?” You asked, hugging him tightly.

“I’d expect nothing less.”

You scoffed and pulled back, facing the smirking boy. “You’re a loser.”

“A loser that loves you.”

If you want it longer or more to it, then just let me know! I hope it’s alright (: Thank you for requesting!! xo


Originally posted by kinghelmsley

Characters:  Marty Scurll / Reader

Notes: I was inspired by @unabashedwwesmut fic, sneeze, so much that I had to do this! I hope you all love it!

Warnings: Nothing but fluff! A hint of language and some sexual references

Word Count: 1556

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LDS Cousin Trio

*This is not my story.

Last week I had some family stay our house when they came up for a reunion. My cousin (19 years old) and her mom stayed in the room next to ours and my other cousin (20 years old) stayed upstairs with Grandma.

During dinner one night, I was going crazy because both cousins were wearing pretty provocative clothing. Aubrie (the 19-year-old) was wearing a very loose top that came down to her hips and leggings that were very form-fitting. She is actually waiting for her fiance who is a missionary. Her slim body is one any guy would love to grab a hold of.

Helen (The 20-year-old) was wearing a short denim skirt which only came half-way down her toned-thighs. She was a dancer in high school and loves to play volleyball. Her legs are long and toned, which drives me crazy every time we are together. Helen’s top was barely long enough to reach the top of her skirt and revealed quite a bit of her nice tummy when she reached for things. It had a white flower border on the bottom which opened up just enough to tempt a guy to look up her shirt. Her breast are so supple despite her thin frame.

Helen and I have always had interesting moments of prolonged eye-contact and I have always imagined that she is trying to lure me in with her seductive gaze. Dinner was no different and I felt like she was looking at me more than usual. When we retired to the living room for FHE (The best one we have ever had), she sat on the floor across from me and I swear she was trying to get me to look up her skirt. She kept moving like a dancer, accentuating her legs and her butt.

I went to bed around the same time as everyone else. My family falls asleep fast and so I was trying to be quiet when I get up around 12:30 for some snacks. As I closed the fridge, I heard a voice behind me.

“Hey.” Aubrie was standing there in a long night shirt that came down just past her thighs. “You and Helen were exchanging some pretty serious looks tonight.”

“Oh, you noticed? I didn’t think we were being very subtle. What are you doing up still?”

“I was just thinking about my Fiance on his mission and…well, I was feeling a little lonely…hold on.”

She ran upstairs. After a minute or so, I decided to sit on the couch to wait for her. When she came back, she wasn’t alone.

“Helen, I want you to help me, too. We were just talking about about how lonely it is being engaged without having your fiance around.”

Helen was wearing green booty shorts and a black tank top with no bra. “I’m sorry, Aubrie. Let’s sit down for a minute.” They sat down with Aubrie in between me and Helen. They sat relatively close together and close to me.

“Thanks, Helen. You have always been one of my best friends and I know you understand how I have been feeling these past few months. You know what I need. I just wanted you to help us as we sort it out.”

“Aubrie, You know I’m here for you. What do you miss most about John?”

Aubrie was slient for a moment before replying. “To be honest…I really miss physical intimacy. John is a great kisser. I just want to be held and experience was it’s like to be close to a man again.”

My boner from seeing them dressed as they were got harder. “That’s hard. I know it’s hard to be away from your man.” Then I became bold. “Did you guys do more than just kiss?”

“We made out…it felt sooo good.” 

Helen gave me one of those lingering looks. “There are a few things that feel really good. Sometimes a girl kisses better than a man.” She said this as she began to caress Aubrie’s legs and stomach. As Aubrie started to look at her slightly confused, I saw the most ambitious move in to kiss her that made my night. It was no-regrets, ‘I-have-wanted-to-do-this-for-so-long’, passionate kiss that Aubrie was obviously longing for. After a long, sensual kiss, Helen asked, “How do you feel?”

“I…really liked that. I was hoping to kiss a man to feel good,” (looking at me) “But that was great.” 

Helen continued, “Well, there are a few things that feel even better. Josh, why don’t you take out that boner you have in your pants?” With my shorts on, it wasn’t hard to see that my cock sticking up like a flagpole and pulsing. Helen stood up, stepped sexily over Aubrie’s legs and knelt at my feet. She pulled down my shorts and my garments, which caused my cock to bounce up. Aubrie was obviously stunned. “Have you ever tasted cock, Aubrie?”

She shook her head, but didn’t take her eyes off my cock. Helen had already starting inching in and licked the tip. I was almost ready to explode already. “Don’t even think about cumming yet. You are going to fuck us both.” With the straight face she had, I didn’t dare cum. 

She went down on my so hard and then invited Aubrie to join in. Aubrie was sitting across my lap and would sometimes raise her head to kiss me and we would make out while Helen deep throated my cock. After they sucked me for awhile, Helen spoke again, “Do you want to know what it feels like in your pussy? That’s the best feeling of all…”

Without any hesitation Aubrie raised her nightshirt and raised her leg over my lap to straddle me. She rubbed her wet pussy against my cock a couple of times before letting just the head slip in. As it did, I could only resist for a couple of seconds before I thrusted firmly until I was completely filling her pussy and her face showed a silent moan. It was possibly the most fulfilling sight of my life. Helen had in the meantime taken off her tank and her booty shorts before climbing next to me on the couch. “Remember, we have to be quiet so no one upstairs realizes we are still up.” She then started making out with me while my hand found her pussy. I let my fingers slip inside and finger her until she was sighing with pleasure. You could tell she was really into it. 

Aubrie started to worry a little. “Do you think my fiance will still love me after I have been fucked so hard by another man?” She almost couldn’t get the words out because of the orgasm she was on the point of having. “I have never felt this good and I don’t know if he will make me feel the same way. You’re so BIG!” 

“Don’t you dare cum in her. I still need something.” Helen was really in charge and knew what she wanted. She waiting until Aubrie had finished her first orgasm and then gently lifted her off my cock by kissing her and grabbing her hips. After she was standing, Helen lifted her shirt to reveal her petite frame which she shyly covered for a minute before sitting on the couch next to me. Helen then sat on my cock and let it all slide in at once. 

We fucked like animals for a couple of hours and then decided it was time to go bed. I have never had such an arousing experience. 

Stupid choices

Originally posted by spn-spam

Summary: Dean x Reader: The reader is angry and worried after Dean gets arrested during a hunt and she has to bail him out.

Word Count: 1552

Triggers: None really

Y/N = Your name Y/H/C = Your hair colour Y/E/C = Your eye colour

You were fuming. Like full on, two seconds away from having cartoony steam blow out of your ears, fuming as you stormed back towards the Impala. The Winchester brothers followed behind you, at a safe distance from the impending disaster that was your pressure cooked anger. You’d done some idiotic things in your life, sure. But this… This was beyond stupid.

Reaching the car before Dean and Sam you turned forcefully on your heel in front of Dean’s baby and put your hand on your hip as you sent the oldest of the Winchester duo your best angry glare. The big kid had somehow managed to go and get himself arrested. During a fucking hunt. Sure, those kind of things sometimes happened in your line of business. But this time it was just because he decided to test the locks of the local morgue instead of listening to you and call in a favour from Bobby which would’ve gotten you in the doors the more or less legal way.

Thank God the arresting officer had been lazy with the paperwork, if not he would’ve probably found Dean’s record. Including the not so tiny footnote on it that detailed your small group’s inclusion on the FBI most wanted list. If he had then you definitely wouldn’t have been able to bail the damned sexy bastard out of jail.

“I can’t believe you Dean Winchester!” Your voice was loud in the cold evening air as you finally exploded. “I told you to fucking call Bobby and what did you do instead? You got yourself arrested, during a damned hunt!” In front of you Dean barely reacted. The younger Winchester however, flinched a bit before taking a few steps to the side out of your direct line of fire. Sammy was a smart kid, smarter than his big brother when it came to dealing with your anger at least.

“We needed the info…” Dean started, though you had no plans on letting him finish.

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