these are the shortest shorts i own

It’s not even that Bitty doesn’t think he’s cute, because plenty of people think Bitty is cute. Hell, he’s got a vlog - over half his audience call him ‘adorable’ and the rest use words like ‘nice boy’ and ‘such a sweetheart’ 

He carefully retakes, crops and filters his selfies so that he (and whomever he is with) always look their best, and he is aware that he’s got a great body - he has to, what with the hockey and all. 

Not that anyone would know about the great body though, because it’s not like anyone has ever made a damn move to get their hands on it. 

Or so he thinks.

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Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 3982

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Sex on Baby, Outdoor Sex (there’s nobody around though), Kissing, Biting, Teasing, Sexual Frustration, Sexual Tension, Dom!Dean, Dom!Reader, Rough sex, Mechanic!Dean, EXPLICIT GIFS AND PICS

Summary: Dean is working on Baby and the Reader joins him to keep him company, but things get a little more heated than expected.

Notes: Okay, so…this happened *grin* Let me know what you think about it guys, and as usual, enjoy! *kisses* FORGOT TO TELL YOU, THIS IS A THANK YOU TO ALL OF THE 500 AMAZING CUTIES THAT FOLLOW ME, LOVE YA, GUYS! ♡♡♡♡♡ Also, I know the gifs don’t really fit the plot perfectly, but it was the best I could find

DISCLAIMER: the gifs and pics are NOT mine

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You yawned, pulling the tank top down your stomach, before you grabbed a pair of the shortest shorts you owned and wore them.

It was hot as hell lately, and while you knew Sam would be gone for the day; you also knew that Dean was still wandering around the bunker, which meant you had to put on something.

Walking down the hall, you immediately decided to put your hair in a high ponytail cursing the way it stuck to your skin, managing to make you feel even hotter than you already did.

Usually the bunker’s temperature kept a bearable level, and you just couldn’t stand how the air conditioning had decided to break down exactly during the hottest week of August.

The first thing you did when you reached the kitchen, was grab a freezing bottle of water and gulp it down; you knew it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, since you’d just woken up, but you didn’t care.

You didn’t feel like eating, so you just took a fruit and wandered around the bunker to find Dean. You’d looked everywhere but you couldn’t find him, until you realized he was probably outside working on Baby.

“Hey!” He lifted his head as your voice reached him over the music blasting from the Impala’s speakers, “Oh, hey! Still can’t cope with the heat, huh?” He eyed you up and down, subconsciously licking his lips.

“Yeah, I can’t understand how you do it, man! I feel so hot, I’m suffocating” Your fingers pulled at your tank top, trying to unstick it from your heated body.

‘Oh, you are hot, alright. So damn hot!’ He smiled at his thought, wishing he could just tell you what he was really thinking about you, “Hang on in there, Sammy’ll fix the a.c. as soon as he’s back”

You nodded, smiling to him as you walked towards where he was standing, “So, how’s your patient doing?” He gave you a dirty look to which you just chuckled; you loved to tease him, especially about Baby.

“It’s not funny, (Y/n). She’s been doing some weird noises and I will find out what’s wrong with my sweetheart” As much as you loved to tease him, you couldn’t help but admire his love and commitment towards his car.

“I know you’ll figure it out, you always do” A proud, smug grin appeared on his face at your encouragement and you patted his back, feeling your heart race at how sexy he looked under the hood.

“Uhm, do you need some help? I’m not an expert, but I can follow instructions” A pretty vivid image of you following his instructions popped in Dean’s head, the only thing was that they weren’t about fixing Baby, and the both of you were wearing far lesser clothes.

“Uh…no, it’s okay for now, I’ll let you know if I need something” You nodded, and he turned to flash you a cute, little smile, “Won’t turn down your company, though” He accompanied the statement with a wink, and you smiled, sitting on the cooler.

Not even ten minutes had passed since you’d sat down, that your mind was already clouded with fantasies involving the elder Winchester. Your eyes were following the rippling muscles of his back, moving under the thin layer of his gray, fitting t-shirt.

His broad shoulders attracting your attention, before it was drawn by his strong arms. You fantasized about gripping and digging your nails into his biceps, as his lips kissed down your neck, making you sigh in pleasure.

Your cheeks turned red when you realized you had indeed sighed, and you thanked God that Dean didn’t seem to notice. Your hands fanned your face, as you tried to compose yourself at least a little.

‘Seriously, (Y/n)? C'mon, get it together, he’s just a man! A very handsome, sexy, hot, strong man…’ You were sure if you’d been a cartoon, you would’ve had heart eyes at the moment, but you brushed it off and got up.

You opened the cooler and, just as you were expecting, you found some nice, cold and inviting beers; you grabbed two and walked to Dean, “Beer?”

He lifted himself up from under the hood, and swiped his hand across his forehead to clean the small droplets of sweat that had formed there. Some grease stained his face, and you giggled, cleaning it off yourself.

He laughed with you, cleaning his greasy hands on the rug he had been using, and you handed him his bottle, “Thanks, sweetheart” Shivers ran down your spine at his husky, smoky tone and you smiled, nodding and opening your bottle.

Your lips touched the cool glass, and you gulped down some of the refreshing liquid, sighing in relief. Dean on the other hand, hadn’t even opened his beer yet, he was too focused on you to be able to think straight.

He watched your lips, envying the bottle, wishing it was his lips touching yours instead. He knew they would feel great on his; he remembered how soft and plump, and just perfect they’d felt each time you’d pressed them to his cheeks.

His eyes then moved down, following the curve of your neck. He wondered how you’d react if he kissed and licked every inch of it; how you’d look if he took his times and marked you up, making sure everyone knew you were his and his only.

He was about to let his eyes scan the rest of your body, when you spoke and his eyes snapped up to lock on yours, “This is the best thing ever” He cleared his throat and smiled, “Yeah…totally”

Dean didn’t know if you were aware of the effect you had on him; didn’t know if you’d noticed the way he stared at you, or purposefully brushed your skin every time he had the chance, but he sure as hell hoped you hadn’t.

He flirted with you, every single second since you’d met, and you always flirted back, but you did the same thing with his little brother, so he guessed you weren’t really interested in him.

Everything you did was driving him crazy: your laugh, your voice, the way you bit your lip when focused on something, or your little affectionate touches for him and his brother, your scent, even your walk was too much to bear at times.

Just like now for example, as he watched you swaying your hips, the same hips he’d fantasised on gripping so many times; as he stared at your ass confined in those tight shorts of yours; the only thing he could think about was taking you right there and then.

You turned around then to sit back on the cooler and Dean was glad that he’d placed it close enough for him to still be able to see every single detail of yours.

You smirked at him, and he didn’t know if you’d guessed what he was thinking about or what, but he didn’t care because that smirk you shot him, had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He swallowed the dryness in his mouth, if he wasn’t feeling hot earlier, he definitely was now. You tipped your head back, bringing the bottle back to your lips and he almost, almost groaned at the sight.

A drop of the condensed water fell on your collarbone and he licked his lips as his eyes hungrily followed its trail, ‘Son of a bitch! She’s gonna be the death of me…’

Dean bit on his lower lip when the drop disappeared between your breasts, and he knew that he’d never had any idea to what strength was, until he had to watch you without touching.

He opened his own bottle now, gulping down half of it, cause he needed something, anything, to stop him from walking the distance between the two of you and tear your clothes apart.

Dean brought his eyes back on you, and for a second he could’ve sworn that you were staring at him while licking your lips, but he brushed it off, cause he knew it was just his mind playing, yet, another trick on him.

“How come you always wear jeans? I mean, you gotta be hot, why not go for shorts?” He smiled, it wasn’t the first time you’d asked him that, “That’s cause I’d never look half as good as you do, sweetheart!”

He loved the barely visible blush that coated your cheeks whenever he complimented you somehow, and he probably loved even more the shy smile that etched on your lips as you looked away.

“Now, as much as I’d love to just stand here and keep staring at you in that little outfit of yours, I really gotta find out what’s wrong with Baby!”

You flashed him another shy smile, and he winked at you before downing the rest of his beer and turning back to duck under the hood of his car.

You bit your lip watching his bow legs; you loved his legs. The strong thighs hiding underneath his dark blue jeans always had you fantasising about him taking you against a wall, supporting both of your bodies with little to no effort.

And then there was his ass; his perfectly shaped ass. You’d lost count of the amount of times you’d dreamt of digging your nails into the firm flesh, urging him to go deeper inside of you.

Your body temperature rose with every second that you stared at him working on the car; each dirty thought that crossed your mind, making you slicker.

You closed your eyes, imagining his rough hands kneading your body, gripping tightly onto you as your back arched and you moaned his name.

“There’s something stuck in there. Damn it! I can’t reach it” His voice brought you back to reality and you drew in a shuddering breath, trying to compose yourself before you walked up to him.

“Where is it? My hand’s smaller, maybe I can help?” You stood by his side, and he turned his head to look at you; green eyes focusing on your face.

You shamelessly stared at the bulging muscles in his arms, covered in grease just like his t-shirt was, making him look right down delicious. Dean straightened up, giving you a better view at the expanse of his chest.

“-(Y/n)? You with me or what?” Your eyes snapped up to lock on his green ones, and he smirked, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“The piece’s stuck there! If you can’t reach it it’s okay, I don’t want you to hurt yourself, you hear me?” You nodded, winking at him with a smile.

He stepped aside, and you bent under the hood, stretching your hand to reach the object you had to take out. Dean was standing a few feet behind you; eyes focused on your ass.

Your extremely short shorts, gave him the best view ever, leaving nothing to the imagination as you bent over and your ass stuck out in his direction.

His eyes followed the curve of your back, an image of you naked in his bedroom as he took you in the same position popped in his head, and he had to turn around to actually calm himself a little. 

Dean soon understood it was useless, cause the picture was now seared in his memory, and he decided to just turn back to you; resuming his contemplation of your body.

“I got it, but it’s like really, really stuck! I need a hand, Dean!” He didn’t answer you, and you frowned, snapping your free hand over your shoulder to get his attention.

“No, yeah, sorry, I’m here! What-what do you need?” He moved to stand behind you, making sure to leave some space between your bodies, “I can’t do it on my own, I need you to pull with me!”

Dean took in a deep breath, catiously bending his body over yours; his scent filling your senses and making you bite back a moan, as you felt his strong muscles coming into contact with your own.

You sank your teeth in the plush skin of your bottom lip, catching your breath when he placed one hand next to yours and the other one gripped your wrist, ready to pull whenever you said the word.

“Okay, one…” He smiled against your neck, but you couldn’t see it from the position you were in, “Two…” His voice was a gruff, hoarse whisper in your ear and you couldn’t stop yourself from shuddering.

Hoping that he wouldn’t read too much into the reaction you were having from his proximity, you drew in a deep breath, “Three!” You both pulled and you managed to get the piece that was stuck.

You stumbled back, and you were sure you would’ve landed on your ass if it hadn’t been for Dean’s sturdy body behind you, and his arms around your waist keeping you steady.

“Woah, thanks for that!” He chuckled, his breath fanning along your neck and down your spine, sending shivers throughout your whole body, “I’m the one who should be thanking you! You fixed my Baby!”

You both shifted your eyes on the plastic remainder of what could have been, well you had no idea what that thing could have been in the past, the only thing you knew was that it got stuck in Baby somewhere along the way.

“What the hell is even that?” You looked up at Dean, who was frowning down at the greasy object in your hand, “I have no idea, it was stuck in your car not mine, buddy!”

You let out a small chuckle, your stomach vibrating under Dean’s hand and making him shift his green eyes on you. You felt him tightening his arm around your waist, and looked up.

“Please, tell me if you’re feeling this, too. Cause, damn, it’s been driving me out of my mind, (Y/n)! It’s just-say the word and I’ll stop…” You kept silent for a second, weighing the pros and cons.

But then again, this was Dean Winchester you were talking about, the pros undoubtedly outnumbered the cons. You gently took in your hand the arm that was keeping you secured in his hold, and turned to face him.

“What would you do if I felt it, too?” A deep groan left his lips, before they were crashing on your own as he walked you back until your ass found his car.

He blindly closed the hood, never breaking the kiss and you moaned when he picked you up and sat you on it; the warm metal of the car sticking to the flesh of your bare thighs.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love these shorts on you? They make your ass look so damn good!” You tugged on his head, humming absently as you pulled his lips back on yours.

“God, Dean! I want you so bad!” He nodded, trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, harshly sucking on your skin and pulling back to watch as a red mark showed on the surface.

He threw away the greasy rug he had been holding, and you watched him for a second, before you were fisting his grey t-shirt and pulling him back against you, craving the feeling of his hard muscles against your own.

“Fuck, you’re sexy, (Y/n)! You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of fucking you senseless, baby” You moaned when he whispered the words against your lips; his hands gripping your thighs.

“Gonna take me here, Dean?” You were vaguely aware of the fact that you were outside but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Dean’s hands roughly kneaded the insides of your thighs.

“I could take you wherever you want, baby girl, it just has to be as soon as possible!” You rolled your hips on his, feeling his erection straining against his jeans and adding to your arousal.

“Here’s fine. Nobody comes around here anyways, right?” You tipped your head back as he hummed his answer, suckling and biting on your supple flesh, while his hands snaked under your tank top.

You lifted your arms up, helping him remove the clothing and silently giving him the permission his eyes were asking for, as if he really needed to ask for any at that point.

His big hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently and enjoying the feeling of them, “Mmmhm, they fit perfectly in my hands!” You were about to tell him to move along, but he shut you up.

His full lips wrapped around one hard nipple, tugging on it and making you arch your back closer as mewls of approval fell from your kiss-swollen, parted lips.

You looked down and found him looking up at you, his eyes fixed on every single twitch of pleasure that appeared on your face. He reserved the same treatment to your other nipple, and by the time he was done, you were a dripping mess of need.

Your hands worked to rid him of his shirt, desperately craving the feeling of his hot skin under your hands, and when he finally discarded it, you practically moaned at the sight in front of you.

His forearms and biceps were covered in smudged grease, partly because of you gripping them, and the large expanse of his chest was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, making your core even more slick.

Dean gave you a few moments to look, mostly cause he himself was admiring your bare upper half, before he couldn’t take it anymore and settled between your parted thighs and pulled you flush to him.

You groaned at the sensation of your hard nipples rubbing against his hard chest, your hands going to grip and feel his broad shoulders, while his went to unbutton your shorts.

Your hands followed the curve of his muscles, trailing down his toned pecs and softer abs, until you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his jeans and pulled his hips to yours.

Dean moaned at your actions, hungrily watching as you unbuttoned his jeans and undid the zipper, “Enough with the foreplay. I’m so wet for you, Dean, you’ll slip into me with no problem!”

A deep, long growl bubbled in his chest, and he worked to rid you of your tight shorts, cursing under his breath as it took him more than he expected, “They might be sexy, but they’re a bitch to take off!”

You grinned down at him when he let them fall on the hood next your thigh and pushed down his own jeans, “Uh-uh, the things I do, or wear, to make you hard for me, Dean”

You seductively bit down on your lip, before his lips were claiming your own once more, teeth sinking into your lower one and dragging it roughly.

“Clean, tell me you’re on the pill, cause I really need to be inside your tight, little pussy! Right fucking now!” You nodded, pushing your hips forward on the hood of the car, as Dean tore your panties away.

“Dude!” He flashed you a sheepish grin, while pushing his underwear down, “I’ll make it worth it” You raised an eyebrow at him, “You bett-ffffuck!”

He sank into you, your juices making him slide smoothly inside your core and bottom out, before he stopped to let you both adjust to the feeling, “Shiiit! You’re tighter that I thought, (Y/n)!”

You chocked out something that sounded as an 'I know’, making him let out a breathless chuckle, “God-damn it, Dean, move! Pleeease!” What was supposed to be an order, ended in a moan as Dean slightly rolled his hips.

“Ugh-you feel good, sweetheart” He withdraw his hips, pushing back into you and you both moaned, “Fuck me, Dean, please I need you to!” He complied, working his hips against yours and starting to build up a pace.

His thrust grew harder and faster, your boobs bouncing with each one of them, and making him growl as he latched his lips around a nipple and bit down hard, making you tip your head back in pleasure.

“Damn it! You feel so-ughhh, so…fffuck!” You rolled your hips back onto him, pushing him even deeper inside of you, “Yeah? Like how my little pussy wraps tightly around your big cock, baby?”

Dean growled, the grip he had on your thighs tightening, “If you keep that up, I won’t be able to control myself anymore, (Y/n)!” He snarled the words in your ear, making you shudder.

You smirked to yourself, leaning down to lick at the shell of his ear, “Can you feel that? Can you feel how my walls are stretching to accommodate your huge cock? Ahhh-shit, you’re fucking me so good, Dean!”

He pushed you back until you were lying on the hood, your legs spread wide for him and allowing him the best view, “I warned ya, princess!” As the words left his lips, he began to pound into you.

His hips snapping furiously against your own, the sound of slapping skin filling your ear as he relentlessly thrust his member into your entrance, “Oh, fffuck! Just like that, don’t stop, Dean, p-pleeease!”

Dean bent down, covering your body with his, and sinking his teeth into the spot were your neck and shoulder connected, making you arch your back off the metal to get closer to him.

“You’re such a dirty girl, (Y/n)! Whispering those filthy things into my ear to get me to fuck you harder. This is what you want, baby? This is what you wanted me to do to you?”

Your walls shook around him, every muscle in your body tensing as you felt the tight coil in your belly about to snap, “Yes, yes! Fuck, Deeean! I’m gonna-gonna c-come!”

Dean groaned, pistoning his hips faster and bringing his hand to roughly toy with your clit, “Then come!” Your pussy clamped down on him, nails digging into his biceps as you let go.

You rolled your hips, body shaking under Dean’s, “Sonofa-damn it, princess!” Dean pulled out of you, hurriedly jerking himself, before spurting his hot come all over your thighs.

He collapsed back on top of you, both of you completely spent as you tried to regain your normal breathing, “Well, that finally happened!” He smiled against your shoulder, before placing a kiss onto it.

“Mmmhm, finally!” You closed your eyes, basking in the afterglow and enjoying Dean’s bodyweight on top of yours, “Why the hell did you ask about the pill if you ended up coming all over me anyway?”

He chucked, his chest shaking against yours, “Yeah, well…I just always fantasized about you covered in my come, I think it’s sexy”

Dean shrugged his shoulders as you giggled, before he lifted himself up a little and kissed you, “Look, (Y/n), I don’t know about you, but I’d like to do this again…sometimes, maybe as often as possible?”

He innocently raised his eyebrows at you, grinning down like a little kid, “I don’t want this to be a one time thing, either, Dean” You felt him draw in a relieved breath, before pressing another kiss on your lips.

You pushed him off of you and grabbed your clothes, along with what was left of your panties and started walking away, “Wait! Where you going?” Dean was pulling up his pants when you turned around to him.

“To take a shower, wanna join?” You sent him a wink and turned around, swaying your naked hips inside the bunker, “God, you’re definitely going to be the death of me, (Y/n)!”

He heard your chuckle and smiled, grabbing his clothes and jogging behind you as he made a mental note to clean the imprinted shape of your ass off of Baby’s hood.

I Hate You/ You Love Me (Josh Dun) SMUT

Originally posted by tylerjosephappreciation

Word Count: 3000+

Warnings: Blowjob, Sexy Pictures (Is that even a real warning?) 

Request:  I would like to request a little smutty thingy about josh getting a boner and getting all flustered and Tyler and a bunch of his friends notice and mess with him. For the setting it can be whatever you please, or what works best, but I was thinking about a really packed car with no room, and a really bumpy road…  

* I hope you like it. I’ve never written a blowjob scene before (or at least from start to finish and that’s all that’s happening. Also, I know the beginning got a little carried away but I’d been wanting to write something like that for a while now and thought your request would be a good one to write it with. Hope you enjoy :) *

Josh and Tyler had been recording a lot over the last week which had left you to spend time with some of your friends that you rarely got to see because of work. You were vacuuming the floor of your small rented house when your phone went off. Checking it, you saw Nyssa, one of your best friends who you’d met in college (A/N she’s an OC. If your name’s Nyssa, feel free to change her name.) Heyyyy so I’m entering a photography contest and want to know if I can use you as a model, the message said. You thought for a moment. Josh wouldn’t be home until around 5 pm and it was 10 am now.

Sure, you replied.

Awesome can I come to your place in an hour? She asked.

Yep see you then. You responded. You rushed around the house, picking up to make sure it was presentable. You didn’t do much in the lines of getting ready because you didn’t know anything about the shoot. But knowing Nyssa, you knew she was coming prepared with whatever she’d want you to use.

Sure enough an hour later there was a knock on your door which you opened to find Nyssa hauling a ton of photography equipment. Her camera was around her neck, on each shoulder she had a bag filled to the brim with who knows what, and under her right arm was a tripod. You quickly grabbed the tripod from her and gently set it on the couch, “Why don’t you ever ask for help!” You laughed. She dropped the bags on the floor and kicked them out of the doorway sighing.

“I am a very capable human being, thank you very much.” She smiled and leaned forward hugging you. She clapped her hands together excitedly, “Now, let’s get started!” Her brown eyes gleamed excitedly, her very curly blonde hair tied up into a messy ponytail. Over the next three hours she dressed you up in various outfits and made you pose in front of various backdrops she hung up in your living room. You did some shots at the park down the street. Everything was beautiful and dramatic.

Afterwards, she showed you the pictures she took of you and they were absolutely breathtaking. Looking at them, you found it shocking that you were as beautiful as you were in the pictures. You looked gorgeous and you almost couldn’t believe it was you. You sighed, “These are amazing.” You told Nyssa absolutely dumbfounded.

“You’re the gorgeous model.” She grinned. She bit her lip and looked at the clock, “So… earlier you said Josh gets home at 5:00?”

You nodded, “Yeah, why?”

The look on Nyssa’s face made you nervous. What was she up to? Her devious smirk definitely made you unnerved. She bit her thumb and raised an eyebrow seductively, “Wanna have a little fun with him?”

Your eyes widened. What was she suggesting? Your mind went straight to a threesome and you weren’t down for that, “Oh um… look Nyssa, I don’t- we don’t really… I mean you’re a great friend but I don’t think that-”

She laughed at you, reading your mind, “Chill out girly. I’m not trying to get on your action. My photography professor wants me to ‘expand my horizons’ and ‘get out of my comfort zone.’ So if you want, we can take some naughty photos of you before he gets home.”

You smirked. You loved seeing Josh break his normal sweet, childish, and innocent demeanor. You hadn’t seen that other side of him for a while. “I mean, are you sure you’re comfortable with that?”

She rolled her eyes at you, “I’m the one who suggested it. So I’m guessing you’re down?”

You bit your lip nervously but excitedly, “Yeah.” You’d never done anything like this.

Nyssa shoved you to your room and followed you in, “Ok so we gotta turn this boy on. What can we do? What gets him going?” She asked. You thought for a moment.

“I got it.” You said mischeviously. You walked into your shared room and quickly changed searching for the sexiest bra and panty set you owned, lacy burgundy boyshort panties and burgundy mega push-up bra. Over it you put your shortest shorts and one of Josh’s black muscle shirts. Nyssa curled your hair and you threw on one of Josh’s snapbacks and a pair of your Doc Martens.

When you walked out Nyssa’s jaw dropped, “Gosh dang girl you make me question if I’m straight dressed like that.” She joked. You knew she was joking, this was just her sense of humor, but you still blushed. “Let’s get started! So I was thinking we could do a gradual sort of strip thing. So come stand over here.” She led you by the shoulders until you were standing in front of the black sheet she’d hung up. She told you to put your thumbs in the large holes of the muscle tank and pull it forward. You did, thumbs meeting in the middle so your bra was hanging out on either side. She moved some of your bangs in front of your eye and told you to bite your lip. She snapped the picture. When you saw it, it gave you tingles. You felt sexy just looking at it. The seductive look you’d given the camera was so believable.

“Ok, so I was wondering, does Josh have a drum set here?”

“He has a practice set. It’s not a full out drum kit, just like pads so he can practice without making too much noise.” You told her. Nyssa shrugged.

“Good enough.” You led her over to the spare room Josh kept his drum kit in. “Ok, so take your shirt off and sit like your ready to play.” You listened to her, not even embarrassed to take your shirt off in front of her. You’d changed in front of each other many times. You picked up the drumsticks and fiddled with them a little. “Okay, now stand up and lean slightly to the right. Good, now put the drumsticks over your head like he does.” You listened. She walked over to you and tugged your shorts down a little so your v-line was showing. She snapped another picture.

You guys moved back to the front room in front of the black sheet. You took the hat off and scrunched up part of your hair, giving the camera that weirdly sexy seductive snarl. Another flash. Now came the awkward half of this. “Okay, so now can you face the screen and bend over keeping your legs and back straight so your butt sticks out? But pull your shorts down to your thighs so your stripping.” Awkwardly, you did as you were told as she took a picture of your butt.

A few more pictures were taken. One of you in your underwear sitting on a chair with your legs spread, one of Josh’s drumsticks held between your teeth like he does so often. One of you crawling on the floor towards the camera, the shot focusing majorly on your cleavage.

Looking at the clock you saw it was 3:58. Nyssa had finally decided she’d taken enough pictures of you. While you got dressed back into the short shorts and Josh’s shirt, she logged into your computer and downloaded all of the pictures she’d taken of you. You e-mailed them to yourself and saved them on your phone before sending the first one with the most clothes on to him. “Thanks so much Nyssa.” You told her.

“No, thank you. I needed a model and you were perfect.” She told you.

*Josh’s Point Of View*

I sat on the couch laughing with Tyler and a few other guys when my phone buzzed in the thin pocket of my basketball shorts. I grabbed it and checked the message. It was a picture from Y/N. It was probably another meme. I opened it and it was most definitely not a meme. It was a picture of Y/N. She was wearing my shirt and had the sleeves pulled to middle of her chest, her breasts clearly popping out of her bra. Her shorts were so short that even though I only had a view of the front of her, I knew her butt was hanging out of the back. She also had one of my snapbacks on. Her hair was curled and her makeup accentuated her E/C. I felt my breath hitch when I saw it. “Dude, you ok?” Tyler’s voice asked.

I shook my head to focus, “Yeah, I’m fine.” I texted her back, What are you doing???

A few minutes later there was another buzz. I opened it to find another picture of her but she was shirtless, doing the leaning drumstick pose I did behind my practice drum kit. I groaned a little, Babe that’s super sexy but stop. I’m with the guys.

I got a response a few minutes later from her: I’m just giving you a preview of what you can have when you get home. Another picture was attached. I was so entranced by it that I barely heard Tyler’s voice, “Josh, are you sure you’re ok?”

I smiled awkwardly, “Yeah I’m fine.”

“Okay, well we were thinking about heading out. But some of the guys need a ride home. Is it cool with you if we drop them off on the way?” Ty asked. I groaned internally. I really just wanted to get home to Y/N, especially if she was still dressed like that.

Despite what I really wanted, I nodded, “That’s cool. Let’s go.” I said standing up. Darn, why’d I have to carpool with Tyler today?

Since I was one of the smallest guys in the group I got stuck in the middle of the backseat. Sandwiched between two guys who felt like they were twice my size, I set my hands on my knees. After a few minutes of driving, another buzz. This time it was a picture of Y/N. Well it was her butt. She was pulling her shorts down, sticking her butt out. I shifted uncomfortably. She was absolutely sexy and gorgeous in every way and my body was definitely reacting to it. Hoping nobody would notice, I moved my hands to my lap to try and conceal the bulge. Of all the days she decided to send me sexy pictures for the first time, it had to be the day I was wearing basketball shorts. You are so beautiful but stop. I’m not exactly in the best spot right now to deal with what you’re doing to me.

Y/N was probably smirking smugly at the text. She knew she had some inhuman power over me. She was like a siren except she didn’t try to kill me at the end. I looked around the car nervously. Everyone seemed occuppied in conversation. Good because I would never hear the end of it if they saw the tent in my pants. I began to tap my foot anxiously when another buzz. You know you don’t really want me to stop. Nobody’s making you open the pictures ;)  She was right. But she was so captivating. I wasn’t going to torture myself anymore. I was just about to turn my phone off when Mark leaned over from next to me and peeked onto my screen before I could press the button.

His eyes got wide, “Geez Josh, is that Y/N? No wonder you’ve been acting strange the last twenty minutes!” I quickly hid the screen. Oh gosh, what had he seen? I didn’t look at the picture he saw yet… maybe he just saw her naked. All of the guys turned around to look at me as I carefully tried to peek at the picture without anyone else seeing it. She was sitting with her legs spread and a drumstick in her mouth.

When I noticed everyone’s eyes were on me I laughed nervously, trying to hid my phone in my lap. But of course the guy to my right snatched it out of my hand. I honestly didn’t even know this guy, he was some friend of Mark’s who was interested in the music industry and been invited over to see how the whole process went. His eye gawked wide at her body. The notification went off again and I snatched it back, not wanting him to see Y/N naked. “Dude, that’s my girlfriend.” I told him seriously. He put his hands up defenseevley.

Suddenly there was hard bump and Tyler groaned in frustration from the driver’s seat, “Stupid potholes. Sorry guys. This road sucks.” Another bump. Tyler was up front and jokingly started humming  the tune to ‘Tear In My Heart’ when he sings I’m driving here I sit; cursing my government; for not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement. I leaned my head back trying to remember the pictures that were on my phone. I couldn’t wait to get home to her. This was going to be a long ride. Another bump.

Looking to my left I saw Mark with his face red trying to avert his attention from me. “What?” I asked.

He just shook his head and nodded downwards a little bit, covering the smirk on his face. Looking down I realized just how prominent my hard on was. Of course that’s when the obnoxious guy to my right looked over and noticed my… situation. “Dude, I would too if I had been getting those pictures all day.” I shot him a look that I very rarely gave anyone.

“What’s going on? I feel so left out.” Tyler joked, glancing back from the driver’s seat.

“Nothing. It’s n-noth-” I stumbled.

“Josh’s girl is sending him some sexy shots and he’s having a fun time with it.” The annoying guy said. I sighed, annoyed at him.

I endured almost thirty more minutes of getting made fun of, even after it went away for the most part. Finally, it was my stop and I got out of the car, thanking Tyler for the ride and walked up to mine and Y/N’s apartment.

*Your Point Of View*

You were sitting on the couch reading a book when Josh walked through the door. Nyssa left a little while ago, taking all of her equipment with her, but you didn’t change your outfit. You glanced up from your book and smiled at him, standing up and making sure to accentuate every asset you had in doing so, “Hey babe. How was practice?” You asked.

Josh looked unamused but you could also tell he was definitely into what you were doing. “Great until, oh you know, you started sending me naughty photos.”

“You didn’t like them?” You asked, faking insult but still keeping that teasing seductive tone.

You ran your hands up and down his biceps before sneaking them up his t-shirt. He shuddered a little under your touch. “Believe me I liked them. Maybe a little too much.” He said trying to focus on being irritated but he was failing miserably. “I hate you.” He joked, finally cracking a small smile.

“You love me.” You glanced down to see the tent in his shorts becoming more prominent. You leaned in close to his ear, standing on your tiptoes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of your friends. Maybe I can make it up to you.” Your hand glided between your bodies that were pressed close together and you slipped your fingers in the waistband of his shorts, slowly sliding them down his legs until he stepped out of them. Standing back up on your tiptoes you placed a feather light kiss on his lips. When you pulled back, he leaned forward trying to follow your lips but you put your hand firmly on his chest. You grabbed a fistful of the fabric and led him over to the couch where you pushed him to sit down.

You ran your finger tips lightly over his thighs, slowly getting closer to where he wanted you most. You grabbed the bottom of his boxer-briefs, pulling them down his legs and taking them off. “Quit being such a tease.” He chuckled lowly, trying to not sound rude or demanding. Sweet, innocent, polite Josh. You listened, pumping him until he was fully hard. He groaned and ran his hands over his face when you sat up on your knees, taking his tip in your mouth and running your tongue around it. “Oh my…” He moaned before it became incoherent.

You took him as far as you could in your mouth, pumping the rest in perfect rhythm. You hummed around his length and made the sexiest noises in response. His hand went to your hair, gripping tight but not tight enough to hurt. Glancing up at him you could tell that it took everything in his power to not guide your head faster. You picked up the pace, one hand going up to play with his balls. He let go of your hair and gripped tightly onto the couch cushion. Josh leaned his head back and let out a strangled moan when you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Y/N…”

You pulled back slowly while humming until you took him out of your mouth. You licked along the bottom of his shaft, cock twitching in your hands and you knew he was close. You repeated this few times before pumping his length quickly, the mix precum and spit allowing your hand to glide over it smoothly. Josh was a sexy mess, moaning your name into his hand. “I’m gonna cum babe.” He barely managed, giving you warning enough to replace your hands with your mouth, tongue teasing him to orgasm as he came into your mouth. You swallowed, pumping his length to help him ride out his high. When you were done, you looked up too see his pink hair sticking to his forehead and his chest was rising rapidly.

You got up and curled up next to him, “I really am sorry for embarrassing you earlier. I just wanted to have a little fun.” You told him sincerely.

He reached down and pulled his boxers back up before pulling you close to him, “Don’t worry about it babe. You more than made up for it.” He laughed a little. Josh leaned down and kissed your forehead and you snuggled deeper into his side. You just wanted to be near him. As you felt him calm down, a sense of calm and relaxing fell over you too. Before you knew it, your eyes had drifted closed. After a few minutes Josh whispered, “I love you.” His calloused fingers gently raked through your mostly fallen out curls.

You smiled to yourself, eyes still closed, “I know.” You joked and felt him laugh a little under your body.

Tiny || Conor Maynard

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

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Summary: In which (Y/N) is short compared to the boys (as a lot of us are), and she accumulates quite a few nicknames, and finds herself in some sticky situations due to it. 

Dedicated to: The anon who requested this, I hope you enjoy lovely!!xo

It was a long running joke between the boys that even compared to Joe and Conor, the shortest two in their group, that you were absolutely tiny.

It wasn’t that you’d ever been considered short, in fact you’d prided yourself on your more than average height for so many years that suddenly being the smallest in the group by a significant amount made you feel a little strange.

You didn’t mind the teasing, in fact you encouraged it, and even once wore the highest heels you owned under a floor length summer dress to see how they’d react. Needless to say those shoes ended up in a bin on the side of a road in Dubai and you spent the evening being carried around by Caspar.

You and Conor had always had a special kind of chemistry which couldn’t exactly be explained. It’d been instant, since the day you first met even up until now, you knew eachother inside out and it proved to be the perfect basis to start a relationship upon.

When he’d first asked you out on a date, you were sure that it was some kind of prank. But when you agreed, in a bid to amuse the boys, the fact that you ended up on the top of the shard at a table with one of the most beautiful views of London, the possibility of the date being a prank diminished largely.

It was ironic, really; because after nine months of dating Conor finally revealed the thesis behind the first date idea. He wanted to take you to one of the tallest buildings in London, because he was sure that you were one of the shortest most of the time. You’d glared at him when he told you that, but you couldn’t help but laugh a little at the idea.

When it came to filming videos together, they always made a point of the fact that to even fit in the frame you had to boost yourself up with pillows. It was true though, you’d once filmed an entire video with them only to find out that only your forehead had been in shot. It was a devastating, yet hilarious turn of events.

Then, after months and months of teasing, the nickname aroused. It was something Conor had thrown around a few times playfully, and you were so used to just responding to the name that when the boys picked up on it: it wasn’t so much of an adjustment.

Josh decided that he didn’t want to be like the others, and so instead he used an alternate of the word and insisted on screaming it in public places to humiliate you.

Being called “small” wasn’t exactly an insult, and defiantly wasn’t too embarrassing when they all called you by that name in public, but Josh just insisted on taking it one step further and regularly screamed “tiny, where’d you go?!” whenever you were at busy attractions and happened to stray away from the boys.

Today, you and the boys were on holiday in LA. It wasn’t your first time, and you knew that it certainly wouldn’t be your last: but this time the boys wanted to do things, like visiting theme parks and go site seeing. Usually you’d just lounge in the pool outside your villa and then go out in the evenings, but of course, the boys had different plans.

Your shoe choice for the day hadn’t been the best, as it turned out. A theme park and slanted shoes did not equal happiness, and so after walking in pain for a good few hours, she finally caved and let the boys know how much pain she was in.

They weren’t mad, obviously, and Caspar seemed more than happy to carry you on his back for the rest of the day, pinching your cheeks and squealing, calling you his little backpack and ultimately making you blush.

Conor would’ve carried you, but you knew for a fact that he didn’t really enjoy it when he did, and so he was completely fine with Caspar carrying you around - anything to know Ethan you were no longer in any pain kept him content.

You did hop off and slide back into your shoes when they all wanted to go on a ride that you couldn’t, due to a health condition, and so you look after all of their valuables that they didn’t want to get wet or drop whilst you waited on one of the benches, scrolling through your twitter feed and reblogging a few pictures that fans had taken with you throughout the day so far.

You’d had to walk quite a distance from the ride to find an available seat, and so when the boys got off the ride and didn’t find you waiting for them, they immediately grew worried. Conor pulled out his phone and cursed under his breath when he remembered that he hadn’t yet changed the setting on your phone to work on American telephone signals yet and had only addressed the internet portion.

They all share a look of mutual worry and all split up, but within moments they all hear Josh’s booming voice, and they were sure that the rest of the park had too. “Tiny, where are you?!”

You look up from your phone and your eyes widen an inch, your cheeks glowing red as everyone around you looked around in confusion, wondering where the loud voice was coming from. You gather up all of your things and jog in the direction of the ride, glaring at the group of boys and looking around sheepishly. “Gods, Josh, could you shout any louder?”

Conor sighs in relief and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you quickly on the mouth and then once on the forehead as Josh rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Oh please, I could be so much louder than that if I needed to be. That’ll teach you not to tell us where you’re going.”

“I’m not six!” You exclaim, throwing your head back and laughing a little, especially when Oli makes a point out of waving his arms in the air and shouting ‘you may not be six, but you look it!’

These boys were nuisances, but they were your nuisances.

I don't like being told what to do.

I was in the middle of a very good dream and I mean very good. I was laying on a bed, watching as Theo took his shirt off. I slowly licked my lips, definatly approving of what I saw.

He looked over at me and laughed,“Liking the view?”

I nodded, eyeing him up and down,“Oh you have no idea.”

He smile, then looked to wear my shirt was still covering my body, “Your turn.”

I sighed and gave a slight shrug of my shoulders, “I don’t know. I think I might need some help taking it off.”

“You don’t gotta ask me twice.”, He said, making his way on the bed.

Once he was hovering over me, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I egarly kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He pulled away, looked me in the eye and said, “Y/N, it’s time to wake up.”

I looked at him extremly confused, “What?”

“Y/N, get up. I have a job for you.”

I opened my eyes and saw Theo standing in the doorway to my room. I groaned and rolled over. Maybe if I go back to sleep right now, I will be able to finish that dream.

Theo wasn’t on bored with that plan, “Seriously! Get up already. We have work that needs to be done.”

I rolled my eyes, gosh he was such a nag, “You are so much better in dream form.”

“What?”, He asked, not sure if he heard right.

“Forget it.”, I say, sitting up and streching, “So what’s on the agenda today?”

He shook his head, getting back to reason why he so rudly woke me up, “Right. I need you to spend the day with Stiles. Keep him away from Scott.”

I looked at him like he hd just spoken a different language,“Excuse me? You want me to babysit? I don’t think so. Get one of your little minnions to do it.”

He sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, “Hayden is on Liam duty and Corey is on Mason duty. So that leaves you.”

I hummed and pretending to be thinking about it, then said,“ Yeah, I don’t think so.”

Theo’s eyes snapped open, “What do you mean you don’t think so? Did you forget who you’re talking to?”

I got up and walked over to him, looking him in the eye,“ Did you forget who you’re talking to? Do you not remember why I left my pack in the first place? I don’t like being told what to do.”, I paused, a sly smile aprearing on my face,“ That is, unless I’m naked.”

His jaw dropped open and eyes widend in shock, “What?”

I laughed at his reaction, then I got a brilliant idea, “You know what? I think I will pay Stiles a visit after all.”

That seemed to snap Theo out of it, he grabbed my arm and glared at me, “You’re not seriously thinking about sleeping with him are you?”

I pulled out of his grasp and walked over to my dresser, pulling out the shortest pair of shorts that I owned. Then I walked over to my closet and pulled out a black tank top. Once I was dressed I quickly put on my sneakers and left my room.

As I was walking towards the front door, Theo grabbed my wrist, “Answer me Y/N. Are you really thinking about sleeping with him.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed at him, “Hey, you’re the one that me to spend the day with him. You just never said doing what. So now you’ll get what you want and I’ll get to have a little fun while doing it.”

“I mean why would you even want to. He’s not even that cute.”, He mumbled, looking everywhere but me.

I eyed him for a second, then it hit me, “Theo why do you care so much?”

“Because…”, He started to say, but trailed off.

“Because why?” I asked, wanting for him to finish.

He sighed, then looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Because if anyone is sleeping with you, it’s going to be me.”

Before I even had a chance to respond, he crashed his lips to mine. It only took me a couple of seconds to start kissing him back. I mean it’s not like I hadn’t dreamt of this happening.

After we had been making out for about five minutes, I pulled back and whipsered in his ear, “So are we doing this or not? I mean I did have previous plans.”

He growled, then picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I laughed as he made his way back into my room. He layed me down on my bed, then climbed on top of me.

He kissed up and down my neck a couple of times, before reaching down to tug on the end of my shirt, “Off now.”

As much as I wanted to comply, I decided to give him a hard time, “I thought I told you. I don’t like being told what to do, unless I’m naked and from what I can see, not naked.”

“By the time I’m done. You will be.”, He said, voice low and ruff in my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine.

He pulled away and sat up to remove his shirt. Once he had thrown his shirt to some place on my floor, I reached up and ran my hands down his chest.

“Way better than my dream.” I say, not missing the amused smile that appeared on Theo’s face.

“So you were dreaming about me earlier.”, He teased, remembering what I said this morning.

I shrugged like it was no big deal, “Not the first time and probably not the last.”

“So what exactly did we do in this dream of yours?” Theo asked, leaning back down to kiss my neck.

It took me a couple of minutes to form a coherent sentence, “Sadly not much. Seeing as someone woke me up and just when it was starting to get good.”

He laughed and pulled back to look at me, “How about I make it up to you by really giving you something to dream about.”

“Sure you can do that?”, I ask, with a playfull smile.

“Don’t you worry about it.”, He said, crushing his lips to mine once again.

C: My mom really makes me feel bad about myself sometimes. She’s always complaining about how I look, what I wear, how to do my hair, even how to act. She always complains about my 4c hair saying that I never use the right products to make my curls “pop” which, if you don’t know my mom, is code for, “You’re hair will never look like those cute girls with the 3a through 3c hair types.” In fact, I overheard her once talking about how she wishes I had “curly mixed girl hair” when she was comparing my hair type to someone else’s on TV. 

Whenever I wear something I actually like, she gets mad and always say that it never looks good on me and that “I will never attract the opposite sex.” Either that or she complains how “short” some of my clothes are – even though the shortest thing I’ve ever own was a miniskirt and I barely wear anything that shows a lot of skin – and doesn’t let me wear certain things because it might attract “unwanted attention.” She forces me to wear earrings and jewelry because, and I quote, “You don’t look like a woman without it on.” If I’m not the center of attention, she gets mad. She expects me to be a social butterfly like she was when she was young and if its one things my mom likes to get on my case about is that I don’t have a boyfriend. All throughout my high school experience she got on my case about me not having a boyfriend and how it’s my fault even though the school I went to was predominately Latino/Hispanic and those boys made it clear that they found black girls unattractive. She blamed it on my not “attracting” the opposite sex and not trying “hard enough.” Sometimes I feel like my mom wants me to look a certain way and not matter how hard I try, I won’t meet her expectations.

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 9

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)
Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Briana Buckmaster, Kim Rhodes, Ruth Conell, and other OFCs and cast members

Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.
Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW, GIFs, Age Difference, smut, 18+ ONLY PLZ

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes and out of the little respect I can claim for everyone mentioned, Jeffrey and his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)


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   "Look at your self, whore" he voice snickered, “Can’t even take a dick right anymore. How is he going to want you now?”

  It was dark, decrepit, and foul smelling. I couldn’t see or hear anything except for the sound of his voice. 

   "He’ll probably stay with you for a while, because he feels bad, but then, then once he realizes what a burden you are, how pathetic, ugly, and stupid you are, how miserable you will make him, he’ll leave. Just like everyone else. He’ll go find a real woman, someone who will take care of her man the way a woman is supposed to.“

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A PSA to the Star Trek Fandom Russian Names: You're Doing it Wrong

I love Star Trek. I love Star Trek so much. I love reading Star Trek fanfic and hearing head canons and AUs and genderbends. The Star Trek fandom is dedicated. Fanfic authors seem to do their research, and do it well, with one exception.

Motherfucking Pavel Andreivich Chekov.

I love this kid, whether it’s the TOS drama queen sass master or the AOS innocent angelic whiz kid. I love reading everything the fandom puts out on this dude. What I do not love, is the butchering of his name that goes on in this beautiful fandom. So, more out of selfishness than generosity, because if I read one more Pavel getting embarrassed at his “childhood nickname,” because of anyone writes a family fic in which Pavel’s father is named anything but Andrei, I. Will. Fucking. Scream.

Let me break this down for you.

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I fill the cup …

Transience of time
the changes of every
moment I’ve moved towards you
adrift in the bluest flow of living

I drink freely …

We travel together/apart
even for the shortest time
Emerging souls set against the
ravishes of each days end

I am still thirsty …

you bring me to the edge
exposed beyond these words
like the ocean’s tears unable
to quench its own sorrows

I want to know …

as I walk my heart the empath
beyond this city of my longing
the fullness my own words
falling short, so short of you, yet

I fill the cup …

still drinking from a chalice
left empty of the life where
leaves are already falling, where
the treeline pillars the sky
in southern formations of light

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I’ll Be With You (Part 5)

A/N: This one is short. I just wanted to have fun writing some smut. Have fun! ;)

Warning: SMUT/talk of scars and blood

Summary: After a month long mission, you show James Buchanan Barnes just how much you missed him.

Originally posted by suicidessquad

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Life continued to blur on even though you were secretly dating an Avenger. You worked such long hours and he could easily be called into a mission on a moment’s notice. Currently he was on one of the longest missions, separating the two of you for about a month. You would never admit it but you always had a sense of pride when he told you he was gone on a mission. It scared you, thinking that you had lost your mother the same way, but you never let him see. You two had agreed to let Steve know about the relationship so he could tell you if something had gone wrong or if Bucky was ever hurt. So when the unknown number crossed your screen at two in the morning, you jumped.

    “Hello!” You croaked out as fast as you could.

    “Hey Dollface.” He chuckled.

“Bucky?! Oh my goodness!” Tears stung your eyes but you wouldn’t dare let the emotion hit your voice. Be strong for him, you chanted in your head..

“Are you okay, Y/N?” You noticed the concern in his voice through the phone.

“Yeah! Yeah, I just thought this might be Steve with bad news…” You trailed off, taking a deep breath to keep you emotions in check.

“Oh no! God no doll! I’m so sorry! This probably wasn’t the best idea.” He sighed. “I’m outside.” You accidentally let out a small squeak. Your feet were quick but quiet as you scampered down the stairs and to the door. You had completely forgotten you were only in one of his shirts and the shortest shorts you owned.

“Bucky!” You let out, like a gasp, as you leapt right into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Hey you!” He chuckled. He was now comfortable with holding you with both arms as he engulfed you. He nuzzled his nose into the top of you head, taking in the sweet scent of your shampoo. “God, I missed you.”

“Well, it was the longest we’ve been away from each other since we met.” You answered sheepishly, hiding your blush in his chest.

“Oh, really?” His words were dripping with sarcasm. He pulled back to look at you. “And did you miss me?” He smirked as he lifted up your chin to meet your eyes. The light blue of his eyes and the square of his jaw made your legs weak. There was a heavy growth of stubble on his chin that made him look even more attractive than he already was, if that was possible. The answer was yes. You missed him so much. He was the only thing on your mind but you refused to let him know. Your answer to him was a simple kiss that he quickly deepened. You moaned in response.

“Bucky…” Your lips lightly touched his, not wanting to pull away. “Let’s take this inside.”

“To your room?”

“Yes, come in.” You grab hold of his hands as you pulled him into the apartment and up the stairs.

“Is anyone else home?”

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“No, Nan and Mindy went upstate for a few weeks.” You didn’t want to say it was with your father which is why you absolutely refused to go. You pulled him into your room and sat down on the bed, pulling him down with you. You now noticed he was still wearing his tactical suit with what looked like a hundred buckles and his metal arm on full display. It was your first time seeing his metal arm uncovered. You ran your hand down the cold metal, smiling up at Bucky. He relaxed when he saw no fear in your eyes, only love. Something snapped you out of the moment, the smell of blood. You were on your feet instantly and inspecting him for any injuries. “James, are you hurt?”

“Uh-” he hesitated.

“You are! Take it off! I can’t believe  you came straight over here! You could have waited.” You turned to grab your first aid kit, wondering just what exactly his injuries were.

“No, I couldn’t” He mumbled.


“I couldn’t wait to see you. I had to see you.” A grin spread across your face. He was slowly pulling off the top of his suit, revealing a disgustingly stained undershirt. Your face twisted but grabbed to slowly pull over his head. This was your first real time seeing his bare chest. His angry red scar across his left arm interested you. You ran your fingers down where skin connected to metal. His breath shuddered at the feeling of your hands on him. He had a few grazes on his flesh shoulder. He had a few bandages and several scars, too many for you to count, but was he beautiful. His chest was chiseled and his pants hung lower than you expected, showing that defined V-above his waistband. Bucky cleared his throat, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Oh right!” You coughed. “You should probably take a shower.” You reached over to your extra towels, pushing him towards the bathroom. “Once you take a shower, I’ll patch you up.”

He chuckled. “Okay,” he said, shutting the door behind him. You let out a ragged sigh and your core heated. You could not remember the last time you had sex, not that it was really something that you couldn’t live without. Sex with Kyle was mediocre at best, rarely completing the action for you but rather just to pleasure himself. Bucky had told you that he wouldn’t pressure you into anything but you couldn’t help but notice a bulge in his pants every so often. You shook your head, trying to push down your thoughts. He was injured and he needed your full attention, not some sex deprived girlfriend thoughts.

“James!” You called out through the door, “I’m going to try and wash your tactical suit.” He called out to confirm and you walked in to collect the remnants.

“My boxers and undershirt are probably the only things to salvage from that mission.” You blushed as you saw his shadow through the curtain.

“Okay,” you squeaked, silently cursing your voice, “How bad do you hurt?”

“Y/N, I’m really okay, doll. I promise.”

“Well let me have a look when you’re done anyway.”

When he was done, he emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and sat down on your bed. He was right. There was little to no fresh wounds on his body but you still took the time to allow your hands to explore. Your hands moved from his neck to his shoulders, down to his abs. One finger traced the scar that connected his arm as your lips kissed the crevices. You hear a soft moan leave his lips as your mouth touched his body. You moaned his name as you left open mouth kisses from his shoulder to his collarbone and up to right below his ear.  

“Doll, you better stop now, I won’t be able to–” he stopped mid sentence as he looked into your eyes.

“What if I don’t want to stop?” His eyes turned dark, as his hands were on your hips.

“Do you want to do this?” You knew exactly what he meant, so you simply nodded. “No I want to hear you say it.” His eyebrows curled up as he searched your face for any hint of regret.

“I want to make love to you Bucky.” You stared into his blue eyes, hazed over in lust, as you bent down to kiss him. He took your lips feverishly, tangling his flesh hand in your hair to pull you closer. “James,” you moaned, causing him to pull you into his lap. You could feel his hard member under your shorts, rubbing against your hot core. His finger tips played with the bottom of your shirt, as if he were still contemplating his decision. You made it for him as you pulled off your shirt, revealing your bare chest. 

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“Shit.” You blushed under his stare. “Look at you. God, you’re beautiful.” His hands ran up your sides until they brushed underneath your breasts. He slowly ran his thumb across your nub, making his hard to the touch. Goosebumps ran across your body causing you to moan.

“James” you crashed your lips into his, causing you two to roll over, losing his towel in the process. You gasped, staring at his hard member, dripping with pre-cum. Your mouth gaped open making him chuckle quietly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.” You giggled, reaching up to bring him back down to your lips. His fingers found their way past the fabric of your shorts, sliding into your core. You let out a breathless moan at the contact. “Christ, you’re so wet babygirl.” You bit your lips at his words.

“Keep doing that.”

“Doing what?” He smirked.

“Dirty talk,” you blushed. He let out a small chuckle before bending down to kiss you again. Never leaving your lips, he slowly pulled off your shorts, then trailed down your jaw to your neck and then to your collarbone. He sat up to look at all of you, muttering expletives as his eyes gazed over you.

“You’re fucking gorgeous baby.” Your arms instinctively tried to cover you from his gaze until he pulled them away, placing them above your head. “Absolutely not. Don’t you cover an inch of your skin from me.” You bit your lip, trying to keep from smiling.

“Sergeant…  please.” You moaned, arching your back to try and reach his touch. He groaned, rolling his head back. He was quick to fill  your request, grabbing his dick to line himself up. He rubbing the tip until slowly entering you, causing your own head to roll back in pleasure. He was huge, filling every inch of you.

“F-fuck, baby girl. You are so fucking tight.”

“Please James, move!” You gasped, needing friction now. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, increasing his pace every other thrust. You couldn’t hold in  your moans and high pitched groans as he quickened the pace.

“You like that? You sound so good. Keep it up.” He praised as you gripped his biceps. He dipped his face into the crook of your neck, peppering kisses on any patch of your skin he could reach. “F-fuck Y/N. Come for me doll.”

“Yes Sergeant!” You gasped, gripping his ass to pull him deeper. A growl erupted from his chest causing you to tighten around him. The pressure deep in your stomach was too much. You didn’t understand the feeling washing over your as your screamed his name, throwing your head back on the bed. His own orgasm quickly followed as he emptied himself in you, covering your walls with his thick cum. He slowly brought you down from your high, whispering his love and affection for you in between kisses.

“Doll, that was amazing.” You smiled breathlessly, not sure what to make on how you felt.

“I’ve never… “ you furrowed your brow on how to form your sentence.

“Doll! Have you never had sex?” He cupped your face in his hands. You chuckled.

“No, but it’s never felt that good.”

“You’ve never orgasm?” His face was one of shock and disbelief.

“I think so. That was amazing.” You finally caught your breath. You couldn’t hold it back any longer. Your arms wrapped around his neck bringing him into kiss you again and again. “James, that was amazing. I love you. I love you so much!” A huge smile formed across his face, reaching his eyes. He sat up, pulling you into his embrace, holding you tight to his chest.

“I missed you so much. Y/N, you were the only thing I could think about for the whole month.” You snuggled up to his chest, pushing you two under the covers.

“Can you stay the rest of the night?”

“And all day tomorrow.” You grinned, knowing you were off work for three more days.  

Part 6

There you go!

-Love Kate xoxo!

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Anon asked: 78 for the bellarke prompt pretty pls 👀💕💕
78. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have kissed you.”

a/n: sorry this took so long to post :( I’ve been really busy, but I hope you like it! I had a blast writing this.

“I’m in the kitchen!” Clarke calls when she hears the door to Octavia’s apartment slam shut.

The pair have been friends their entire lives, so naturally, when they found out they were going to the same college, they got apartments in the same building - Clarke had this thing where when she paints, she has no regard for anyone else or where she leaves her paints, and as much as O loves her best friend, they both agreed it would be best if they didn’t live together - right across the hall from each other. They could be close without Octavia stepping in paint and tracking it all through the building; it was the perfect compromise. Each girl had a key to the other’s apartment, and really, they only weren’t together when they were sleeping.

So it comes as a surprise to Clarke when a very muscular arm that definitely does not belong to Octavia reaches over her head to grab the box of cereal that she was standing on her tiptoes to try to get to. She can hear muffled music pouring out of a pair of headphones when she turns around and comes face to … chest with an equally muscular, very well defined chest, completely bare and glistening with sweat. She tries to jump back, but only manages to hit her hip painfully against the counter behind her.

“Bellamy!” she gasps. 

Bellamy Blake had always been trouble. He was five years older than Clarke and starting the first year of his master’s at a college five hundred miles away, and it’s been over a year since the last time she even spoke to him. Her best friend’s infuriating older brother is the last person she expected to see when she left her apartment to find something for breakfast. She had a bad habit of forgetting to do her groceries. Octavia had an early morning class, so Clarke hadn’t even hesitated before crossing the hall in nothing but her shortest pyjama shorts and a too-small tank top. Had she known she’d run into the man she’d been crushing on since she was ten, she would have at least put a sweater on.

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Send me a prompt number from this list, and I will give you your own drabble <3

Why are tall guys always attracted to short women? either…tiny women. Polly pockets. The tallest guys always-always-always go for the shortest girls. Always. It’s like they’re so infatuated with their own height that they want to be with someone who makes them feel even taller. Someone they can tower over. A little doll that will make them feel even bigger and stronger.
—  Beth Fremont in Attachment by Rainbow Rowell ; I wonder if this quote is true or not? because I hope it’s true, I always go for tall guys ;D

“Look at the three of us…Short, shorter and shortest”

Finished it. It took a lot longer then normal cause there were like…three characters to draw but I thought these three would be super interesting together. I know it’s already been mentioned that Error! and Inky would be and interesting encounter but after making my baby R00ts! I just had to draw all three of them together.. 

I’m gonna write I bit more about R00ts down below and leave a link to the first post I made. But other then that. Error belongs to @loverofpiggies and Inky belongs to @comyet and R00ts is my own.

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Another sketcheroo of the Infected!AU I did yesterday. This one is of Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash. :3 I’ve always loved RD with short hair but this is by far the shortest I’ve drawn it. I just… I really like short hair styles. ;_; As for why she keeps it like this, its for practical reasons.

In this AU Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo travel together as scavengers, or those who don’t run with any group or affiliation and has made the decision to live out in the post-outbreak Equestria outside a settlement. Scavengers only ever go into settlements to sell and trade items they find, but other than that it they remain on their own by choice. Rainbow stays away from settlements because she simply doesn’t trust them, especially “big named” ones, or the ones that have the most rumors floating around them about being a “save haven” for weary travelers. She’s generally distrusting of anyone that isn’t Scootaloo, to be honest, but eventually she’ll learn to trust the Mane 6 when she comes across them.

As for how she came to be Scootaloo’s guardian: during the first few years of post-outbreak, Rainbow Dash was a part of a Bandit group: bandits are soldiers of the Equestrian military that joined civilian rebel groups that tried to overthrow a military-ran settlement, and succeeded in taking the territory over, but were eventually took to preying on other survivors once their own resources were depleted. Anyway, Rainbow; she was a part of a Bandit group and at some point she and a scouting party came across a mare in their territory. She was holding something in her arms and the group assumed it was something of use. While Rainbow herself didn’t pull the trigger, she watched as someone else in her group gunned the fleeing mare down, and she was the one to first approach the body.

Turning the corpse over revealed a young Scootaloo to be what she was carrying. Some of the group were clearly uneasy about just killing someone with a child while the rest were indifferent and debated on what to do with Scoots (some very disturbing suggestions popped up). The ultimate decision was to just kill the kid, but Rainbow spoke up and claimed Scoots before anything could be done to harm her. Rainbow had stuck with the bandits out of thinking it was necessary in order to survive, she had been having doubts and growing more uneasy the longer she stayed. It was Scootaloo that was the tipping point for her and some of the other bandits, and she eventually escaped with Scoots in tow. Originally, it was more out of guilt than anything that made her keep Scootaloo with her, but she eventually grows to love the kid as if she were a little sister. Scootaloo was a little too young to actively remember what happened, but she knows, and sometimes she gets snippets of the memory in the form of a nightmare.

I’ll write more for this one too, but I have class to get to so this will do for now. Feel free to ask questions in the meantime, and I hope you guys like! :3

BTS reaction if their crush has to celebrate Christmas alone


Would be so excited about spending Christmas with the guys that when he was talking to you about it you seemed a bit down.

Tae: Y/N why are you so down? Usually you’re excited with me.

Y/N: Oh I’m sorry, this year Christmas doesn’t feel so great because I have no one to spend it with.

Tae: Are you kidding me?! Put on some clothes I’m on my way!!

Y/N: Please no! You want to spend it with the guys please don’t let me spoil that.

You got no answer from him but still got dressed. An hour or so after there was enthusiastic knocking on your door. You answer and see Tae and the rest of the guys with armfuls of presents and food. They invade the house and Tae hugs you tightly.

“Merry Christmas Y/N”

You feel tears pinch at the back of your eyes, “Merry Christmas Taehyung. Thank you.”


 Suga would be at his studio working in peace while no one else was there. Even on Christmas. He takes a short break and looks at some messages from you of your decorated apartment.
S - You having a party or something?
Y/N - No, it’s for my own enjoyment. I am spending Christmas alone this year.
Suga feels a pang in his heart, he can’t let you spend Christmas alone. So he packs up all his music stuff and takes the shortest round to your house. When ye arrives at the door he knocks a few times. You answer clad in your christmas pajamas thinking it was your takeout, but blush when you see that it is him.
“Merry Christmas. Surprise I’m here to invade your space and make sure you aren’t alone.” he grins and walks into the apartment and plops on the couch.
You feel much better now that he was at the house with you and the two of you eat as much food as you can and you make him spend the night. It turned out to be one of the best nights of your life, just you and him.


Jimin had been talking to you nonstop that day, until the question of what you were doing became the only thing he cared about.
JM - You mean to tell me you are all alone. ON CHRISTMAS?!
Y/N - Yes?
JM - Get dressed right now I’m bringing you to my parents Christmas party.
Y/N - You really don’t have to do that Jimin.
JM - Too late I’ll be over in 20 ;)
So you get ready and put on a beautiful red cocktail dress and just as you are stepping into some matching black heels you hear a knock on your door. You slip on your other shoe and run to the door. Once opened you see Jimin grinning at you.
“You look beautiful Y/n, are you ready?”
“Yes I am.”
He drives you to his parents house and then walks with you to the door. Once it opens you are greeted by his mother who is delighted to meet you. And all the while Jimin is next to you chuckling. When she excuses herself you are still standing in the doorway.
“Jimin what are you laughing at?”
He smiles and points up to the mistletoe above your heads. You look back at him and blush, but still give him a kiss.


Jin had been texting you all Christmas eve with how he was cooking with his eomma. You tell him how much fun it sounds and that your apartment is eerily empty.
“You’re telling me that you’re alone for Christmas?!” Jin questions.
Within minutes he was at your house telling you to get ready and that you were coming to his house to spend Christmas with him and his family. You begrudgingly obliged and had an amazing time with him. Later that evening you two were sitting by the Christmas tree.
“Thank you Jin this was amazing.”
“Anything for you, (y/n). I care very deeply about you.”



Jhope and you happen to be at home in your small apartments. You both didn’t have anything going on for the holidays. You didn’t think he would come over with how he was acting. After not hearing from him for a couple of hours you hear a loud knock on the door. Jhope stands there with lots of presents and takeout. The rest of the night is just the two of you.


Jungkook was in your small studio apartment. He was about to get up and leave so he can visit his family, and that is when he found out you were alone for Christmas.
“Jagiya, I can’t have you be alone! I’ll stay with you!”
He plops down on the couch and refuses to move. You can’t get him to go to his family so you offer to spend it over there.
Excited he picks you up and carries you to the door, “My parents will love you!”
And they do. Your time with them is unforgettable.


Namjoon was sitting at home, trying not to touch anything. He didn’t want to break something before Christmas dinner. He had been talking with you for hours, and then he decided to ask what you are doing that night. Your family lives in the states so you were alone. Making sure you were staying at your house the rest of the night he makes everyone pack up the food and gifts, so they can all spend time with you. When you open up the door, they greet you with huge smiles. Overcome with happiness you start to cry, and he holds you in his arms.


Bonnie & Clyde

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Group: monsta x

Members: wonho/hoseok

Genre: criminal au, angst, fluff, smut

This might be the wrong choice…I might regret this

A/N: I’ve had this series saved for a long time and finally decided to post it, if you like this let me know if you want a part 2?

(sorry if this part isn’t good, I wrote this forever ago and didn’t feel like fixing it cause I just wanted to get it posted; excuse any grammar mistakes I didn’t check for them lol)

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When the Paint Dries

Summary: Namjoon loved you, but you couldn’t even love yourself

WARNINGS: This is a piece about depression, so please don’t read if you are triggered by it and all the things that go along with it.

I’m really not satisfied with this. But I guess. Hopefully this makes some sense. And this is so short. Like the shortest thing I’ve written that isn’t a drabble. 

To Namjoon, you were always a masterpiece but never acknowledged as such. To him, you were the one person who seemed to effortlessly walk through the fog as if the fear that wrapped around your throat was incapable of killing you. You were the person who stopped to look at the flowers just so you could find another reason to take a step forward. You were the person who embraced his anxieties while dismissing your own–the person who would tell him he couldn’t be the universe’s dust if his hands touched a million lives and his voice reached out to billions. You were the person that could watch the starts and feel nothing but regret for the miles that separated them.

“They must be lonely.” You would whisper, “But from here, they look so close to each other.”

But you didn’t know how much color you had.

You were never a blank canvas; you’d already been stained with the colors of early life–decorated with lines of paint too thick and hurried, darkened with heavy emotion.  Let me get everything out before it consumes me. You were the type of art that brooding artists cut their ears off to make, the work of art that walked on two feet and transformed every life form you came into contact with. You would never know it, you were oblivious to the points where the world met you; ignorant of the threads that tied you to those who cared about you.  Your colors were muted, but they were the type that people struggled to recreate; you had talents greater than his, abilities that even a famous idol couldn’t hope to replicate.

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eggy-spaceperson  asked:

How tall is everyone in ShootAround anyway

truth be told i’ve been avoiding making a height chart because the characters’ heights change all the time in the comic… please don’t start studying the comic for mistakes.. *sweats* but yeah these are their heights, canon starting…….. NOW.

but ya anyway eero/old man is the tallest, lyanna is the shortest. sun-mi is the tallest girl but she hunches over most of the time to look shorter. elise might have been taller than hotaru originally but i don’t know as i was drawing this i liked the idea of her being short. I CAN DO WHAT I WANT…

also totally unrelated but while drawing this i grew painfully aware of how coach doesn’t have anyone his own age to talk to. I’M SORRY COACH. you and eero would have gotten along so well. please someone draw them having fun together like drinking beer or something…….. (i would draw it myself but i’m rly busy right now…)

Some Rose Weasley headcanons nobody asked for but I’m going to share anyway

We can all agree CC destroyed the character of Rose Weasley so I like to pretend that never happened and focus on Rose Weasley as she exists in my imagination: 

She HATES coming in second in anything. (I like to think this is caused by her inheriting both Hermione’s tenacity/ambition and also Ron’s inferiority complex). 

She loves books, but not nonfiction like her mother. From an early age she loses herself in novels, finding reprieve in The Chronicles of Narnia, Anne of Green Gables, Charles Dickens, and Jane Austen. She likes that it makes her feel connected to her muggle heritage and also that the books distract her from her family’s notoriety. Also, they’re just fun to read. 

Like Ron, she loves fiercely but doesn’t always know how to show it. Basically the people she cares about (her family, her best friends, etc) she would do anything for but she doesn’t always have the tact or sensibility to show this. Her temper gets the better of her often and she can be very insensitive. But when she knows someone needs a little TLC or when she realizes she did something wrong, nobody’s quicker to offer an apology or a hug. 

She’s a horrible procrastinator but has a paralyzing fear of failure (another result of her parents’ personalities). She doesn’t work until she absolutely has to, but when she does she really buckles down because Albus Severus if I don’t get an O on this essay my life is over and I’ll have to drop out and be homeless and poor forever! 

She’s a Ravenclaw. She pursues knowledge and understanding relentlessly. 

She’s made a prefect, and is the only person surprised by it. 

She’s always a little insecure about her appearance. Maybe it’s the fact the rest of the girls in her family seem to have pretty auburn hair that falls in straight sheets down their back, while hers is a wild bushy curly mess. Or maybe it’s that they all have nice smooth skin while she is horribly freckled. Or that some of her cousins (looking at you, Victoire and Dominique) are tall and slender and graceful while she is short and curvy. But Rose never seems to feel 100% comfortable in her own skin. 

Oh yeah, she’s super short. Like 5′2. And everyone else in the family thinks it’s hilarious. She’s the shortest in the family, even Grandma Molly is taller than her. And Rose absolutely hates it. 

Victoire is her biggest role model. Rose is forever in awe of her eldest cousin because she’s beautiful, incredibly smart (I mean, who gets SIX Os on their N.E.W.T.s??) and a badass (she was one of two girls in her auror training class) has a loving boyfriend (who doesn’t love Teddy?) and somehow manages to find time to hang out with her younger cousins. 

Basically Rose Weasley is loud and loving and slightly insecure and very smart but also a bit oblivious. the writers of CC and anyone who disagrees can fight me. 

Gangsey Height HCs
  • Blue is canonically tiny af. She’s like 4’11 which is why she makes most of her own clothes or parades the kids section.
  • She also wears kids underwear! Where else can she find butterfly socks and unironic Spongebob panties?
  • Gansey is the national average of American white males. Which is 5’10. In general, he is like the national American everything minus his glorious, chiseled face.
  • Ronan isn’t even really very tall, he’s like 5′6 . Until Blue came along he was comparatively tiny af next to the others.
  • Basically, that’s why he torments her all the time about her height because hes. so. fucking. glad hes not shortest anymore.
  • As any sane short person would do (i speak from experience) Blue latches on to his leg in retaliation, but he’s so fit and stubborn he carries on with what he’s doing like there isn’t a scowling maggot on his leg.
  • This becomes a normal thing after a while and the rest of the boys time themselves running from wall to wall at Monmouth with blue attached to them for dear life. It’s a fucking blast, don’t judge them. They need way more silly shit happening on a daily basis like that, they need it. (I NEED IT.)

  • Adam is like a giant I kid you not, he is 6′5. Think about the messy hair, nice jawline, and lanky ass bod. That is Ronan Lynch’s average nightly fantasy tbh.
  • Expanding on that, THINK ABOUT THE PYNCH HEIGHT DIFFERENCE!. Just imagine it. 
  • Noah’s height is always inconsistent bc it depends on his power source. When he’s around Blue or is in Cabeswater, you can almost his feet and is around Gansey’s height, but otherwise, his posture sags, he visibly shrinks (you can’t make out his calves at all and is Ronan’s height.