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Gulper Eel

Also known as the Pelican Eel, this deep sea creature is rarely seen by humans. The gulper eel has a losely hinged mouth that can be opened wide enough to swallow fish that are even much larger than the eel itself. It’s stomach can also stretch and expand to hold its prey.

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A/N: This is less than 500 words so I’m not adding a read more. It’s a sleepless 6am for me right now but I couldn’t get this out of my head. Hope you guys like it!

“I can’t do this.”

“It’s a bit late for that, Buck.” You scoffed softly and ran your fingers over the surface of your stretched stomach.

“No, I know,” Bucky answered, propping up on his elbow to let his free hand join yours in the exploration of your skin.

You could’ve sworn that the baby could feel the chill of the metal and the electric buzz that emanated from Bucky’s fingertips. Inside your belly, your child was basically doing backflips. This was nothing new whenever Bucky would touch you though and you were left convinced that they knew it was him. If his touch wasn’t a dead giveaway, it was his voice.

“It’s just…after all the time that I’ve been around, I never really felt like I would leave anything this important behind. I didn’t think about the Barnes legacy being carried on either, just always thought it’d die with me.”

“Your legacy would’ve never died either way.” You reminded him. “Howling Commando? Captain America’s right-hand man? Any of this ringing a bell for you?”

Bucky shook his head before pressing a kiss to your stomach and rolling onto his back, his eyes finding a random spot on the ceiling to stare at while he spoke. “That’s different. People will always remember me, sure, but having a family is a whole ‘nother accomplishment altogether. I spent so much time feeling like this was impossible like love was this unattainable thing, and I’d be a machine following orders for the rest of my life. Now I’m here, and we’re gonna have a baby.”

“We’re gonna have a baby.” You repeated, almost as if trying to remind yourself that it was real life.

After a long pause, Bucky opened his mouth as if he was going to talk but then closed it before opening it one more time. “Can we name him after Steve?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Really?” Bucky groaned.

“Fine, but middle name only.”


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anonymous asked:

i live in america and im trying to lose weight but sweets are shoved in my face- even by my own mom who calls me chubby sometimes. I dont get it. Even when i was writing this my health crazy dad gave me a can of tea and lemonade and arghhgghahgh WHY ARE SWEETS SO GOOD

watch out im abt to give u Healthy Tips that are actually nice and pretty easy to do and get used to

-drink tons of water!! add lemon if u dont like plain water!! (2 liters per day)

-fruit is really healthy!! apples, oranges, strawberries u name it!! eat it up my dude (but dont go too crazy, remember it still has sugar, except its the healthy kind)

- dont forget,,, the goddang veggies,,, im not a fan myself but sometimes u just gotta eat a carrot with hummus u feel,,, also avocado is cool

-try to avoid plain white bread!! eat the brown bread mdude

-dont sugar ur tea or coffee!! but if u have to, use honey!! its much more healthier

-dont eat 3 huge meals day bc it’ll stretch ur stomach out and you’ll be hungry more often, eat smaller meals 5 times per day :O

-try not to eat candy but eating a couple of pieces of dark chocolate every once in a while won’t kill you

-avoid sweets alltogether,, they aint good for u

-just avoid this unhealthy type of sugar you find in sweets bc its the worst (i recommend watching ‘’That Sugar Film’’)

-avoid soda or any fruit juices (dont fool yourself, you know those fruit juices are filled w sugar)

gl, stay healthy yall

Dani's guide to getting Thick/Gaining Weight!

First off I just want to say that it is frustrating and kind of difficult, but completely possible of course!

*****This Is Just What I Do!*****

Number 1 rule, consistency is key! I have a hard time with that, but when I’m eating consistently that’s when I see results.

Number 2: The key to gaining weight is to eat more! Sounds simple but I know it can be difficult. You need about 500 extra calories a day to gain 1 pound a week. (*I personally don’t count calories though) Eat all the time, more than you usually do, eat until you’re absolutely full. Until you can’t take another bite! It’s going to be uncomfortable at first but it’s important. The more you eat the more your stomach will stretch, the more you’ll be able to eat! 

Good things to eat: Starchy foods like pastas and potatoes. Bread, cheese, peanut butter sandwiches, chicken, fish, rice, beans, anything calories dense but healthy. Drink lots of milk. Mix things, like beans and rice. All kinds of sandwiches. Bagels w cream cheese. Snacks like granola bars, peanuts… Not Junk food! 

I usually eat a bowl of oatmeal and some eggs with cheese on top for breakfast. A sandwich with some type of snack and a yogurt. And whatever my mom cooks for dinner lol. It’s usually some form of protein, chicken or fish and rice or pasta. And I snack throughout the day. 

Also to get extra calories in I drank nutritional supplements. There’s name brand ones like Boost and Ensure but I just drank the rite aid brand. I would mix a can with milk and it would end up being around 400+ calories. I’d drink them twice a day.

Number 3: Lift heavy! You want to do exercises that are going to shape your body. Squats, deadlifts, lunges, stepups, bridges, donkey kicks, the leg press machine all build up your booty. But there’s tons of moves you could do and tons of variations!

Work your abs to keep them tight. Keep in mind though, you can’t control where the weight you gain goes and everyone carries their weight differently. So, it’s possible you might gain a little on your tummy area and just doing ab work isn’t going to get rid of it. You’ll have to do some cardio, which probably sounds scary to someone trying to gain. But it’s okay, you can do sprints/hill sprints! You’ll burn fat and gain muscle!

This is like a basic plan, which just starting out is all you really need. There are weight gain supplements and protein shakes you could take, but I don’t think that’s necessary to begin with. It all depends on your goals, so research bulking and female body building if you’re going for a more muscular look. I personally just want to look thick, with abs.

*I don’t count calories because I know my eating habits. I normally eat two small meals. So changing that to three large meals plus adding snacks, adds more than enough calories for me to gain, no counting needed.

Feel free to ask me any questions you have! 

A Queen Protects

// In which Y/N protects Jon Snow, her lover//

Y/N’s head rested on his chest as she played his fingers. The crackling of the logs soothed the atmosphere. “Why so quiet today?“

Jon didn’t say anything but he didn’t have to. The way he slowly sigh every five minutes while he gazed longingly at the ceiling was a very sign that was something was troubling him. Y/N slowly rested her hand on his cheek, he moved his head slowly towards her. His dark eyes watched her face. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or am I gonna have to kick someone’s ass again?”

He chuckled softly bringing her closer to his chest. He shook his head softly before pressing a light kiss to the temple of her forehead. “You’ve always done that” he finally states causing Y/N to look up at him

“What protect you? I’ll always do that Jon, no matter the person, day, or age.” She whispered, his mind went back to the day he first met Y/N. She was opinionated, aggressive, but friendly, sorta.

“Is Jon about to cry?” Robb teased as a group his Lords laughed along with him, his hand roughly pushing the lanky boy back, his curls fallen over his solemn face. His watched the boy he considered his brother for a moment before turning his head in the opposite direction. “He’s about the cry! What a baby!” He shrieked pointing his finger at Jon.

Robb grunted softly at a small rock was thrown at him, he roughly pressed his hand against his head, aggressively rubbing at the wound that the rock created. “Leave him alone jerk!” A light voice whispered, Robb looked up noticing a girl standing protectively over Jon.

“Who’s gonna stop me, you?” A fire possessed her, she growled softly before tackling the Lord unto the ground, her tiny fist balled up as she punched him wildly in the chest. Her light screams filled the air while Robb’s pleas for help was drowned out.

Jon quickly scrambled to his feet while he yanked the girl back, she fell on top of Jon with a harsh thud. Robb scurried away from the girl, his friends following hastily followed behind him. “Can-can you get off me please?” She heard a muffled voice, she quickly rolled off the bastard before jumping to her feet. “Who-who are you?”

“Y/N L/N!” She held out her hand, that was slightly covered in dirt. Jon smiled softly before clasping his hand in hers. “I’m a warden of Eddard Stark”

“Its nice to meet you” he pressed a lopsided grin against his lips “I’m Jon Snow”

Jon stayed quiet beside at the dinner table afraid to utter a word because of Catelyn’s harsh glare. Y/N gasped softly as the pitcher of wine fell on her body, her dress staining blood red. “I’m so sorry my dear, I didn’t mean-”

“Jon its quit alright” she smiled holding his hand in hers before giving him a reassuring smile.

Catelyn slammed her hand down on the table, her chair pushing against the wooden floor. Her eyes watching over Jon in disgust. “Cat-” Ned warned slowly.

“This abomination, disgusting insignificant bastard. Since the day you’ve entered these walls you’ve been nothing but a nuance that I was burden with-”

“That’s enough!” Y/N hissed her eyes glaring at Catelyn.

“Y/N/N-” Jon warned, he slowly rose to his feet followed by Robb, Theon, and Ned.

“No he may not be your son but who’s fault is that! He may not have your blood coursing though his veins but does that make him any less human! He’s was a child! How can Jon be at fault for the actions of two consenting adults! If you were to die and Ned were to marry another wouldn’t you want the woman to treat your children like her own, catering for them while they lay ill or reassuring them in the dead of night when they are scared! You are a mother first! Start acting like it!” She stated, she stomped away leaving the room quiet.

“You got off lucky last time I messed with Jon I got a rock to the face and endless punches” Robb spoke earning a muffled laughed from everyone but Catelyn who seemed stunned by the outburst of Y/N. Jon quickly moved out of the room, knowing exactly where she’d be.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around her legs as she watched the field below her. “You didn’t have to do that”

Of course I did, she’s treated like you dirt for too long” His arms wrapped slowly around her shoulder bringing her closer. “I will always want to protect, you’re just too innocent”

“Let’s run away together” he blurted out, she turned him with an amused expression on her face.

“Where Jon?”

“The woods!” He proclaimed his hand gesturing to the woods in front of them.

“Jon! I’ve been pampered all my life! How will I survive?” She laughed

“With me, I’ll protect you just as you do me” he whispers capturing her lips before she could object anymore.

Y/N groaned loudly, her hand pressing against her kicking stomach. She stretched out her hands to feel for her husband but he was no longer at her side. With a grunt she got up, slowly moving the cabin. “Ghost, where is Jon and (Y/C/N)” he slowly laid his head down. “Thanks, you’re a big help” she slowly shuffled to the door as she heard the soft chatter of her child.

“Daddy! I don’t think Mommy will be happy when she wakes up” his hand holding the knife slowly before Jon grabbed it out of his hand.

“Why Y/C/N?” He stopped scaling the fish before turning back to his son, a smile written on his features. He was a spitting image of Jon, his dark eyes and his pale skin with the thick curly hair the only thing he possessed was Y/N’s (hair color).

“She’ll miss me and cry all night” he states “I miss mommy” Y/C/N was a mommy’s boy, never wanting to leave her side for anything. Jon would call him “Third Arm” because of how much he rested in her arms. Y/N rested her head on the door frame watching her husband teach their son how to scale a fish. Y/C/N wasn’t paying attention but Jon didn’t care spending these moments with his son really pleased, he wanted Y/C/N’s childhood to be different from his. Giving his son the love that he never got.

She felt Ghost brushed up against her hand, she slowly bent, letting Ghost rest his head on her. Her hand running through his Snow-like fur.

“We sure are lucky, aren’t we Ghost” he barked softly before rushing down to Jon and Y/C/N. Jon looked up towards the door, his eyes washing over his captivating wife.

“I love you” he mouthed, she laughed softly

“I know”

Silence // Spencer Reid

Warnings: If you like happy endings, this fic isn’t for you.


Originally posted by visions-of-brighter-love


There were many things in life you hadn’t planned for. For starters you’d never planned to move to DC. It had been an impulse decision when you felt suffocated in your own state, and it was there, and it was welcoming. You’d never planned to rent out the apartment next to a certain FBI agent. You could barely afford the rent but after looking for a cheaper place and seeing the safety risks, you’d decided to take the one bedroom apartment.

You hadn’t planned on having your purse stolen on your way home one night. You had dragged your feet on your way home afterwards, a mix of anger and disappointment with humanity filling you. You groaned when you realized the landlord was still out and wouldn’t be available to open your door that night. Instead you simply took a seat on the hard floor and hoped fate would send something, anything, good your way. Much to your surprise, fate’s idea of a good thing was a tall gorgeous brunette.

“Are you ok?” Spencer asked as he saw you leaning against your door, utterly defeated by the long day you’d just endured. He himself had just gotten in from a case and was surprised to find someone in the hallway so late at night.

“I don’t have my keys,” you sighed deeply, “I won’t be able to get into my apartment until the morning when I can ask the landlord for a spare.”

He looked you over as if assessing if you were telling the truth and whether or not you’d be any danger to him. You weren’t offended by it. The city was a dangerous place and it wasn’t uncommon to be wary of even your neighbors.

“You can sleep on my couch if you want. It’ll be more comfortable than the floor,” he offered as he opened the door to his own place.  

“You promise you won’t kill me?” you asked jokingly. He chuckled, finding the question more amusing than you expected him to.

“Trust me, I’m not a killer,” he assured. He smiled and motioned for you to follow him. “Come on. It’s only a night.”

You hadn’t planned to spend the night on his couch, and you definitely hadn’t planned on falling in love with him either. That just sort of happened on its own due to the way the two of you clicked, your conversations flowing effortlessly. Simple conversations turned into coffee dates. Coffee dates turned into dinner dates. Dinner dates turned into dates that lasted well into the night, and even bled over into the next day until the sunrise shining through the windows let Spencer know it was time to get up for work. Spencer himself hadn’t expected to fall in love either, but soon enough he found himself in your bed most nights with a joyous grin on his face and you in his arms.

You hadn’t planned on many things, and being pregnant was one of them.

Spencer was in shock when you told him, just as you had been. You had been on birth control. He had used protection. The possibilities of getting pregnant had been minuscule, so tiny that the idea had never crossed his mind. It’d never even crossed yours until your period didn’t come. Even then you had been doubtful. You’d missed periods before due to side effects of being on the pill, but you had decided to take a test just to reassure yourself that you weren’t pregnant but the reassurance never came.

That one positive test turned into four after you rushed to the store in a desperate need for it to be negative. One after the other, they all read the same.

Both of you had sat in complete silence that night. You sat in front of the television, the sound muted the second you had announced that you had something important to share. Your mind was clouded and you were unable to formulate a single plan. All you could feel was fear. You were young. Unlike Spencer, you didn’t make enough money to be able to care for a child. Hell, you could barely afford your home. All of it simply made your stomach turn in nerves. Meanwhile, Spencer’s mind was spinning with new thoughts. He would have to take time off. He would have to find a way to be at home more often. As much as he adored both Hotch and JJ, he was aware of how often they left their children behind and he wasn’t willing to do the same.

“We’ll be ok,” Spencer finally spoke as he leaned back into the sofa. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, his hand giving you a gentle but reassuring squeeze. “We’ll be ok.”


Within a month Spencer’s worried outlook had completely changed. He was excited, eager to become a father. He had kept the news a secret from the rest of the team simply because he wanted to enjoy something by himself for a moment. He figured he would let them know when your stomach had grown into a tiny bump, a physical proof of the life growing inside.

You’d gone to the doctor and had been told to try to rest as much as possible. A weak cervix. That’s what he had said. You instantly thought back to the distant memory of your own mother losing a child. You were just a kid, but you remembered the way your mother had cried. That sort of grief would be burned in your memory no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. The revelation instantly made you nervous and so you decided to keep the news of the pregnancy to yourself.

Spencer had since then done his best to tend to your every need. Every moment he wasn’t on a case was spent by your side. He was attentive, obsessive even as he lectured you on what you could and couldn’t do in your state. You’d roll your eyes when he’d refuse to even let you stand at times.

“I have to pee, Spence,” you laughed when he tried to push you back into bed. He grinned sheepishly,  aware that he had been just a tad too overbearing the past weeks.

“Just don’t take too long. You need to lay down,” he replied.

“I’m allowed to walk. I just can’t do heavy lifting or strenuous exercise. If I don’t get up from bed I’ll lose all my muscle,” you frowned.

“Just take care of yourself. Please,” he begged. 

“Of course.”


Life, it turned out, had its own plans.

It came out of nowhere while you showered one morning. A sharp pain that begun in your stomach and stretched to your back. You gasped, unsure of what had caused it until you saw the blood begin to flow down your legs only to be washed down the drain with the rest of the water. You watched the red droplets turn pink and be gone in an instant.

You went still as the pain worsened, leaning onto the shower wall as the blood turned into clots. You watched in horror as your body cleaned itself out. The blood clots come out thicker, some made of tissue and not disintegrating as quickly down the drain. You could feel the life leave your body and crumpled into yourself.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, curled up into the bathtub as the shower overhead continued to run. Your body shook with your sobbing, so loud even the tenant beneath you wondered what was happening. You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. The warm water turned ice cold as the hours passed, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t. In that moment you had lost all the will to live as your child had been lost. You remained silent, as if you had lost your voice along with any happiness you had felt that day.

Spencer found you like that. He had been away for a week on a difficult case and had thought of you the entire time. He had let himself in with a bright smile on his face that quickly vanished. When he walked into an empty bedroom with only the sound of water running, he had immediately been struck him with a gut wrenching feeling.

He felt himself lose his breath at the sight of you. Your skin was raised in goosebumps from the freezing water and your hair stuck to your face, concealing bloodshot eyes. You looked so fragile as you laid against the bathtub, your eyes dead of any emotion. He hurriedly rushed over to turn the shower off, his eyes widening when he saw the small amount of blood that still trickled out of you.

“Y/N, what did you do?”

You couldn’t answer. A choked sob left your throat at his question, at his accusation. As if you had done something. As if you had purposely caused this.

“I don’t understand,” he said again as he took a step back. His hands flew into his hair, grabbing at it in an odd desperation. He thought back to the various pictures you’d sent while he was out and recalled the conversations about your mother visiting and the activities she wanted to do. “I told you not to eat unhealthy food! I told you to stay in bed when your mother wanted to go for walks!”

You cringed as his voice rose with anger. A painful shiver shot through you at the cold air hitting your skin, but it wasn’t as hurtful as the words that were spewing from Spencer’s mouth. His words burned through you, the venom seeping straight into your heart and causing it to ache.

“I’m gone for one week! One week!” he cried, his emotions overflowing at the thought of the loss. “One week and you can’t take care of yourself! God, why are you so irresponsible! You knew this!”

“Go away,” you finally managed to say, your voice just above a whisper. You hugged yourself and curled up tighter in the porcelain bathtub. You couldn’t bear to hear his words. You couldn’t handle the fact he blamed you for this.

“Y/N, I just don’t get it. Why would you-”

“Go away!” you yelled as hot tears streaked down your face. Your vision blurred as your breathing became erratic. You shut your eyes, not wanting to exist anymore.

“No. Look at you. You’re still bleeding, you have to go to a hospital. You have to explain what you-”

“I don’t want you here,” you snapped, your anger rising at his constant blame. How dare he. How could someone who you loved, who claimed to love you, ever speak so ill of you in such a hard time. Where was the compassion? Instead all you got were harsh words and blame.  "I don’t want you anymore! Go!“

“Y/N-”

“GO!”

Spencer’s heart felt as if it had been ripped out when he heard the anger and grief rip through your voice. In an instant the overwhelming waves of emotions inside him calmed and he realized what he had done.

He had blamed you. He had blamed you for something he logically knew wasn’t actually your fault. His own anguish at losing a child had clouded his mind and made him forget that you were the one who had physically lost a baby. You had felt the life inside you leave and it had left you broken. And here he was, screaming at you.

“Y/N…” he whispered, instantly filling with regret. He bent down and reached for you, noticing for the first time how cold your skin was and how alarmingly weak you appeared to be.

“Don’t touch me,” you whispered as you flinched away from his fingertips. His heart shattered as he watched your eyes stare blankly at the drain, the tub lightly stained pink from all the blood you had lost.

“I…,” he couldn’t speak. You took one look at him and he knew. He saw it on your face. You wouldn’t ever want him back after his outburst and the accusations he had so carelessly thrown around. He saw the heartbreak in your eyes that he would never be able to mend.

And so he left, the image of you broken forever burned into his mind.

Drowning. Keith was drowning.

He was being tossed about in a torrential sea of panic and confusion. He gasped and choked and scrambled frantically, grasping for some sort of clarity, a drop of lucidity, sometime solid to hold and catch his breath.

With a hoarse cry he found himself bolt upright among his sheets, in the dark little room which was glaringly unfamiliar until he remembered that he was staying with Shiro.

He gasped for air, cold sweat moving down his face. Each breath itched and tore at his throat, and he felt scalding-hot tears threatening behind his eyes.

There was a sound of footsteps, the dull click of a light switch, and Keith was momentarily blinded. He blinked a few times, and Shiro seemed to materialize in front of him, kneeling by the edge of the futon with his arm outstretched cautiously, hovering uncertainly near Keith’s shoulder.

“I heard you yell,” he said, his voice rough with sleep. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Keith rasped. “It’s nothing.”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Keith shrugged dismissively, not meeting Shiro’s eyes. Shiro frowned a bit, but didn’t push. “Do you want a glass of water?” he asked. His voice was soft, careful, like he was talking to a frightened animal. Keith wanted to scream. Or cry. Or both.

He cringed inwardly at himself. He was thirteen years old, not a baby anymore. He should have better emotional control.

“I’m fine Shiro. Go back to bed,” he said flatly.

He turned away as Shiro walked towards the door, and felt a shameful prickle of dread when the light died. Suddenly, the was a weight on the futon beside him. He turned to see Shiro settled above the blankets, hands folded on his stomach, legs stretched out and ankles crossed. He gave Keith a little grin.

“What are you doing?” Keith snapped, crossing his arms. “Go back to your bed, idiot.”

“I’m protecting you from the monsters under the futon,” Shiro said matter-of-factly.

Keith’s eyebrows shot up. His mouth opened and then closed again. Then his features settled into another grimace. “Don’t be stupid.”

Shiro placed a hand on his chest and sent Keith a look of mock outrage. “Excuse me, I have military training, do you not trust me to protect my little bro from the monsters under his futon?”

Keith reached for his pillow and smacked Shiro with it. Shiro laughed and held his arms up against Keith’s attacks. “Stop! Being! Dumb!” Keith shouted, trying (and failing) to keep the laughter from his voice. His chest felt warm. “Little bro”.

He’d never had any siblings. He’d never had anyone willing to climb into bed with him after a nightmare or make him comfort food when he was sad or steady him when he was panicking. He’d never had someone who cared about him like Shiro did.

And as he thought this, they both began to settle. It was a while before they slept, each having a tendency to start talking randomly, eliciting a groan of annoyance from the other, but eventually they both drifted comfortably, side by side.

Keith had never slept so peacefully in his life.

~three years later~

Shiro choked out a cry as he was launched out of the nightmare and into the cold, dry reality of his tiny room in the castle.

The cursed softly, burying his head between his knees. It had been like this for a while. If the various little souvenirs from his trauma that presented themselves in his waking life were bad, his dreams were absolutely harrowing.

He gritted his teeth and withheld a sob. His heart was pounding like a jackrabbit’s, and his skin felt clammy and cold. He tried controlling his breaths, soothing himself piece by piece.

And then the silence was broken by the thin sound of his door sliding open. He looked up to see Keith by his bed, face tight with concern. He felt the boy’s chilled fingers against his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“Not sure,” Shiro croaked. He couldn’t help but notice how young Keith looked in this moment. In the past year Keith had hardened, face pulled into a near constant scowl, always wire-taught and ready for a fight. But now, in the dark with his ruffled hair and wide eyes, he looked like a child again.

“I mean… I’m fine. Just a weird dream,” Shiro assured, trying for a confident smile which was somewhat belied by his visible shaking.

Keith’s brows drew together and his jaw set. “Move over,” he demanded. Shiro cocked an eyebrow and Keith gave him a gentle nudge. He shifted reluctantly as Keith crawled into bed beside him.

“Keith, you don’t have to-”

“I’m a paladin of Voltron,” Keith said matter-of-factly. “I think I can be trusted to protect my big bro from the monsters under his bed.”

Shiro felt a swell of fondness, and he smiled genuinely. Keith gave him a small smirk and an affectionate shove to his jaw. Shiro allowed himself to settle as Keith babbled softly, snorting and listening and snarking back until they seemed to naturally lapse into silence.

Shiro had never slept so peacefully in his life.

The Secret (11)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

With Baekhyun touring in Japan, things quickly went back to normal for you and Zoe. You woke up and wrestled your daughter into her school uniform, dropped her off at school and headed to work, picked Zoe up in the afternoon and took her to one of her many classes. Then it was dinner, bath and bed – for the both of you. It was just how things were before you introduced Baekhyun to your daughter … before you’d even met Baekhyun again after years apart.

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Mirrored Beauty- Johnny Seo smut

A/n- Admin Peachjin on @coffee-and-kpop recently wrote a johnny smut in response to a confession that I really strongly identified with. here it is  I was feeling inspired by it and this is the result. I hope you enjoy :)

You had a problem. Managing to look at your body without some level of discomfort was a miracle, and actually being able to touch it without feeling disgusting had never happened. The feeling of cellulite underneath your finger tips when shaving your thighs or the texture of stretch marks gliding against your hands when you rubbed your stomach was at most times enough to make you gag.

So, yes. You had a problem. A problem that you were trying to get over, a problem that you were trying to acclimate yourself to, because it was ridiculous.

Your body isn’t disgusting. It’s a body.

And sometimes, if you focused hard enough and ignored enough, you believed that. But then you would catch sight of yourself in a mirror after you showered and all that progress would be lost. Sometimes you could ignore it and just get dressed, just get everything covered so it didn’t have to be seen, but other times you would stand almost transfixed in front of the mirror. Staring long enough for your eyes to burn and for you to get confused as to what you were even looking at.

That’s what you were doing right now. Staring angrily at yourself for the things that you couldn’t really control, couldn’t change. Your bath robe was hanging open, long forgotten in favor of smoothing your hands over the expanse of your body, the extra chubby stuff you had that other girls didn’t. You were so focused on comparing yourself to other women and what your ideal body shape would look like, you missed the knocking on the bedroom door. You also missed the sound of it being pushed open and the low hum of satisfaction when the culprit came into the room.

“Are you staring again?” The voice- a soft, low hum in your ear- causing you to jump a little and your face to redden at the embarrassment of being caught by your boyfriend- Johnny- like this. He strode up behind you, staring down your body in the mirror eyes seemingly lingering on a few places. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, gently trying to coax an answer from you. You shook your head and smiled, lying because it seemed safer and more comfortable than having this conversation again, this time with your body on full display in front of both of you due to the mirror. He tsked in your ear and pulled his fingers through your dripping hair, neglected after your shower due to you staring at your imperfections.

“I think you’re lying.” Johnny’s voice had a breezy laugh floating through it, showing that there was no reason to be scared of him seeing you like this. You slowly wrapped the robe around yourself, blocking your body from view. He wound his arms tightly around your waist and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your body wash and shampoo, each paired with the natural scent of your skin. It was almost comical, his towering frame attempting to fold into yours, him having to stoop down in order for his head to even reach your neck. He pulled away and smiled, resting his chin on top of your head and dragging his arms up until they were draped around your shoulders. You wrapped your hands around his forearms, enjoying the feeling of safety and warmth that they provided you.

“I’m not lying. I just zoned out.” He laughed and rolled his eyes, but pretended to believe your lie anyway.

“Well that’s good. I don’t know what I would do,” he moved your hair away from your ear and pressed an open mouth kiss against it, “if you were in here making yourself feel bad.” He breathed the last part, his lips caressing your earlobe with each word spoken. He caught your gaze in the mirror, the look of lusty admiration shining in his eyes. He tilted your head to the side and kissed along your neck, pausing only to nip at the skin and to suck a light red patch into the skin. He pulled away from your skin after pressing a final kiss against your neck.

“Now tell me the truth.” You whimpered, not wanting to draw attention to your imperfections, fearing that he would be disgusted with them. He pressed a comforting kiss to your temple, trying to show how much he wanted to be there for you. You let out a shaky sigh and tried to swallow your anxiety.

“I don’t like the way my body looks. It’s the same problem I’m always going to have. There isn’t anything that can be done to fix it.” Johnny frowned and pulled away from your back, the warmth of his body leaving you suddenly. He gently turned you towards him by your shoulders and tugged your arms down, making your robe fall open and pushing it off your shoulders. Johnny trailed his fingertips down your arms before tangling his fingers with yours and leaning down to peck a kiss on your nose.

“Show me what you don’t like. Tell me why.” He turned you back around so you were facing the mirror again. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, looking into your eyes with concern pooling into his own. You lifted your hand and let it glide down your body until it was touching your thigh, letting your fingers drift around the patches of cellulite and pressing them into the skin, showing him how squishy they were.

“I don’t like my thighs. They have dimples of cellulite all over them. They’re flabby and gross and I wish they were smaller.” He hummed in acknowledgement and caressed at your thighs, feeling your cellulite and giving them a few gentle squeezes before ghosting his fingers right next to your bikini line and running them in the seam of your thighs. You felt your stomach clench, little pinpricks of arousal floating through your pussy and stomach. You let your breathing become a little erratic, his hands on your skin feeling many times more electrifying due to you being able to see what it looked like when he touched you.

“I don’t know… I think they look sexy. They feel pretty damn good in my hands too.” He chuckled into your ear, letting his fingers do one more quick pass by your center before resting his hands on your hips.

“What else do you not like?” He squeezed your hips gently, the sight of his fingers sinking into your skin making your stomach clench in uneasiness. He kissed at your neck again, trying to get you to answer. You swallowed thickly.

“M-my stomach. I hate the stretch marks. I’m squishy everywhere and I hate it. I hate my body.” He hummed in acknowledgement once again, before nipping at your neck in warning. He hated you using the word hate towards yourself, and he was warning you to not say it again. He touched your stomach next, gently squeezing at it and rubbing the marks. He touched your lower stomach, lightly gliding his fingers over the top of your folds, causing you to jolt in slight shock.

“But your body feels so good, baby. You have no idea how good it feels to grip onto your hips while I’m fucking into you from behind, or how good it feels to lay on top of you once your pretty little pussy makes me cum so hard.” You whimpered at his raunchy compliments and he groaned in response, dropping his forehead against your shoulder before letting a couple of fingers drag through your wet heat, bringing his fingers up for you to both see.

“You’re so receptive to my touch and my words, look at how wet you are for me. Do you feel how hard I am for you?” Johnny ground his hips into your butt, a low hum showing the pleasure he was feeling. His hardness was surprising to you, he had only touched you, not even himself, and he was rock hard in his jeans.

“How can you be that hard from just touching me? How are you feeling aroused from my body?” You asked, shock evident in your voice, causing him to laugh a little breathlessly before sucking marks onto my shoulders.

“You’re so responsive to me.” He lightly rubbed your clit in little circles, causing a moan to tumble past your lips. Embarrassment shot through you at your reaction to his ministrations, he was hardly even touching you and you were already this wet and needy for him.

“This body is all mine. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, gets to feel you like this. Thats what makes me aroused. A sexy, beautiful woman wanting me to make her feel good and me being able to do it. Can I show you what you look like when I make you feel good?” You nodded before letting your eyes slide closed and whimpered when he pressed harder onto your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

“Fuck don’t stop. Please.” You leaned against his chest and the arm not rubbing at your clit came to wrap around your middle holding you up. Your hips started to grind back against his fingers, making you that much closer to your end, before his fingers started to slow down, making you whine.

“Open your eyes, baby. I’ll stop if you don’t. Don’t you want to cum all over my fingers and watch while you fall apart?” An embarrassingly loud moan rang out of your mouth once you opened your eyes and greeted the sight in the mirror. Rosy cheeks, lips parted due to your panting, glossy eyes from the pleasure only he could make you feel. His arms were flexed around you, one caging you to him and the other about to make you cum very quickly.

“Johnny! I can’t. I can’t. Embarrassing.” You panted out, causing him to laugh smugly. He pushed his first two fingers into your sopping wet opening and ground the palm of his hand into your clit.

“Oh sweetheart, this isn’t going to be embarrassing. You’re going to see how beautiful you look when you cum. Now watch your face.” The hand wrapped around your torso came up and wrapped firmly around your neck, effectively holding your head so all you could do was watch. Your walls started fluttering around his fingers, your eyes desperately wanting to roll back in pleasure, but you ignored the urge and did what you were told.

“Come on baby. You’re close, I can feel it. Let it go for me, yeah? Let it go so you can see it happen. Cum all over my fingers.” You keened and started grinding desperately against his hand, trying to reach the high you so desperately craved.

“Yes oh god yes! Please please!” Your voice was insanely high, causing you to cover your mouth, trying to contain it.

“Let me hear you. Move your hand or I’ll move mine.” He taunted, causing your hand to immediately fall from your face. You let your eyes flicker over your body, the fucked out look in your eyes making your walls clench tighter on his fingers. The sight of the stomach and thighs that you had hated just moments ago, jiggling from the powerful thrusts of his fingers made you impossibly wetter. And then his fingers curved up and pushed into your g-spot repeatedly and his palm ground harder against your folds, causing your jaw to slacken against the pleasure.

“Gonna…” Your body spasmed against the onslaught of pleasure, Johnny groaned as your body curled in on itself to get away from the stimulation, and being able to watch it all happen managed to make this the most intense orgasm you had ever had. You sank to the floor in front of the mirror and Johnny trailed shortly after, still rubbing at your clit. Your eyes stayed focused on your face, the blissed out look in your eyes sometimes contorting to pain due to the intense after shocks that he was putting you through.

“You came so hard sweetheart. You liked that didn’t you?” He laughed while pressing a kiss against the side of your head, his arms wound tight around you and pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so gorgeous. Your body is so sexy and jaw-slackingly beautiful. I thought I was going to cum in my pants just by watching you get off to yourself.” Remembering that he hadn’t came yet made you try and worm your hand into his pants to return the favor but he caught your wrist before you could even start.

“Let’s go shower again.’

10 things your Mummy never told you ...

1. You made her cry… a lot. She cried when she found out she was pregnant. She cried as she gave birth to you. She cried when she first held you. She cried with happiness. She cried with fear. She cried with worry. She cried because she feels so deeply for you. She felt your pain and your happiness and she shared it with you, whether you realized it or not.

2. She wanted that last piece of pie. But when she saw you look at it with those big eyes and lick your mouth with that tiny tongue, she couldn’t eat it. She knew it would make her much happier to see your little tummy be filled than hers.

3. It hurt. When you pulled her hair, it hurt; when you grabbed her with those sharp fingernails that were impossible to cut, it hurt; when you bit her while drinking milk, that hurt, too. You bruised her ribs when you kicked her from her belly; you stretched her stomach out for nine months; you made her body contract in agonizing pain as you entered this world.

4. She was always afraid. From the moment you were conceived, she did all in her power to protect you. She became your mama bear. She was that lady who wanted to say no when the little girl next door asked to hold you, and who cringed when she did, because in her mind no one could keep you as safe as she herself could. Her heart skipped two beats with your first steps. She stayed up late to make sure you got home safe, and woke up early to see you off to school. With every stubbed toe and little stumble, she was close by; she was ready to snatch you up with every bad dream or late night fever. She was there to make sure you were OK.

5. She knows she’s not perfect. She is her own worst critic. She knows all her flaws and sometimes hates herself for them. She is hardest on herself when it comes to you, though. She wanted to be the perfect mom, to do nothing wrong – but because she is human, she made mistakes. She is probably still trying to forgive herself for them. She wishes with her whole heart that she could go back in time and do things differently, but she can’t, so be kind to her, and know she did the best she knew how to do.

6. She watched you as you slept. There were nights when she was up ‘til 3:00 a.m. praying that you would finally fall asleep. She could hardly keep her eyes open as she sang to you, and she would beg you to “please, please fall asleep.” Then, when you finally fell asleep, she would lay you down and all her tiredness would disappear for a short second as she sat by your bedside looking down at your perfect cherub face, experiencing more love than she knew was possible, despite her worn-out arms and aching eyes.

7. She carried you a lot longer than nine months. You needed her to. So she did. She would learn to hold you while she cleaned; she would learn to hold you while she ate; she would even hold you while she slept, because it was the only way she could sometimes. Her arms would get tired, her back would hurt, but she held you still because you wanted to be close to her. She snuggled you, loved you, kissed you and played with you. You felt safe in her arms; you were happy in her arms; you knew you were loved in her arms, so she held you, as often and as long as you needed.

8. It broke her heart every time you cried. There was no sound as sad as your cries, or sight as horrible as the tears streaming down your perfect face. She did all in her power to stop you from crying, and when she couldn’t stop your tears, her heart would shatter into a million little pieces.

9. She put you first. She went without food, without showers and without sleep. She always put your needs before her own. She would spend all day meeting your needs, and by the end of the day, she would have no energy left for herself. But the next day, she would wake up and do it all over again, because you meant that much to her.

10. She would do it all again. Being a mum is one of the hardest jobs anyone can do, and it will take you to your very limits sometimes. You cry, you hurt, you try, you fail, you work and you learn. But, you also experience more joy that you thought was possible and feel more love than your heart can contain. Despite all the pain, grief, late nights and early mornings you put your mum through, she would do it all again for you because you are worth it to her. So, next time you see her, tell your mum thank you; let her know that you love her. She can never hear it too many times.

Scars

pairing: Lucifer x Reader

fandom: Lucifer

request:  Hey 😊 Could you write a reader x lucifer (fox) where she is helping him tend a wound in his back after a case and discovers his scars? Thank you!!

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @is-that-not-something @un-education @bookswillfindyouaway


As soon as the ‘bing’ sound of the elevator was heard and the doors opened you rushed into the apartment, Lucifer hanging almost lifeless against your shoulder. He had vehemently refused to go to a hospital. 

'The devil needs no doctor’ my ass. He was bleeding out with a wound across his back, something he had gotten while pushing you out of the way. There had been a few times in the past where you had been fairly close to believing his story. Right now wasn’t one of them. 

With Lucifer lying on his stomach, stretched out across the couch, blood running down everywhere he look like every normal human being would.

“Don’t run away while I’m gone.” You say jokingly, attempting to get a response out of him. The guy could never shut up after all. 

He makes a low groaning noise which is good enough for you so you disappear in the bathroom and look for some bandages. Finding alcohol to disinfect the wound surely wouldn’t be a big problem. 

With everything you need in hand you return to the living room and put the things down on the little table. When you try to push up his shirt he suddenly tenses and abruptly sits up.

“You can go now, I can take care of the rest.” 

“No. I didn’t bring you to a hospital even though I should have but I’m not leaving you like this. You can barely sit upright.” 

“You really do not need to…”

“Yes! …this is my fault." 

You were thankful that he had saved you but couldn’t help to feel guilty. Police work was relatively new to you and you hated to admit it but this whole mess had really been your damn fault. You were an idiot for misjudging the situation and heading in like a complete fool. 

He sighs, turning your back to you, "Just…get it over quickly.”

At first you thought it was more blood that you were seeing but after you had cleaned the wound with alcohol you realized what it really was. Scars. Scars in the form of what resembled the form of wings or rather the place were his wings should be. 

Was it another of his lies or had he been telling the truth all along? The better you got to know him, the harder it was to tell.

“Aren’t you finished yet?” Lucifer asked a bit impatiently. 

You clear your throat, try to tear your eyes away from his back and wrap the bandages around before you get distracted by the sight in front of you again. 

“Y-yeah all finished.” You stutter out and try to smile at him when he looks back at you.

“Could you…would you mind not telling anyone?”

He looked sad, insecure. Something you had never seen on him before. There usually was an air of invincibility around him that seemed shattered right now. You nod, hand him a fresh shirt you had gotten from his closet earlier and stand up to leave. He needed some time alone and it felt like you had already intrude further than you should have.