ugh marry me both of you

haha yea those two WOULD be cute together wouldn’t they? I don’t think I’ll end up making that canon though hahaha
—  Famous last words of a writer before a pairing consumes their life

Where are all the young ginny Weasley headcannons like

Ginny Weasley always getting pissed at her brothers when they drink all the milk so she pours it all over their beds and shIT FUCK NOT AGAIN MUM YOU SAID YOU’D STOP THIS

Ginny Weasley making daisy chains and giving them to her family on Christmas

Ginny Weasley trying to knit and making pants with four leg holes but she wears them for a solid week because NO MUM I LIKE THEM

Ginny Weasley talking to the cat when she’s sad that all of her brothers have left for school

Ginny Weasley exploring her garden at night because she likes finding the gnomes and teaching them the bad words that Mum says under her breath and then blaming Fred


Ginny Weasley always losing her freakin socks and her family members finding them in weird places like the sink and empty Bertie Botts packets

Ginny Weasley liking Harry Potter because no one thought he could do anything and he saved everyone, so maybe she could surprise everyone as well

Ginny Weasley breaking that kid’s nose in the village because he said bill looked like a criminal and that Percy was to uptight because ONLY I AM ALLOWED TO SAY THAT and Jesus stop crying i barely broke it sheesh calm down

Ginny Weasley having these mega long baths and her family being like GET OUT and her being like SCREW YOU IM DOING SOMETHING OKAY *returns to making the seal and the whale fight because they both to marry the shrimp*

Ginny Weasley never tying her hair up because ugh it’s to hard and it always breaks the elastic anyway MERLIN mum okay it DOESNT MATTER ALRIGHT

Ginny Weasley trying to smile really hard when her dad nervously hands her all of her hand-me-down birthday presents because she wants to make her parents feel better

Ginny Weasley accidentally starting a fire in the kitchen and chaRLIE I WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE TOAST PLEASE HELP ME ITS ON THE CURTAIN


Ginny Weasley learning to pick locks so she an sneak into locked muggle bookshop and reading all the books her parents can’t afford

Ginny Weasley being the only person who can fix the table when it breaks like shit the leg fell off again I’ll get gin

Ginny Weasley like
“George you should give me your icecream”
“No! Why?”
“Because otherwise I’ll *whispers*”

Ginny Weasley sort-of loving her older brothers a lot (DO NOT tell them that or she will KILL YOU THEY MUST NOT KNOW)

Young Ginny Weasley being a flawless bby.

I was tagged by @eowijnssims​ (thank’s boo♥)


1. Pick a character you’ve created.

2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were that character.

3. Tag at least four people to do this meme

I tag @furiouslydecaffinated​, @thesimmerella@thisissimtastic@shysimblr

1. What is your name? Raina Quiroz

2. Do you know why you were named that?  Pretty sure @enticingsims​ named me at random.

3.Single or taken? Married! Royce has been my person since we were kids.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue! Stop being a little bitch.

6.What’s your eye color? Hazel Green

7.How about hair color?  Brown! I get it from my momma!

8.Have you any family members? ugh, yeah, and a lot of them. My brothers, Cyrus and Noah, my aunt Aili and Priscilla, my cousins from both of them… my in-laws…. 

9.Oh, how about pets? Two dogs! Belle and Shadow

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like. My aunt Priscilla… my mother in law… and— *enticing whispers* oh well enticing says I can’t tell you because it hasn’t been revealed yet.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do? Hobbies? I’m pregnant, I have a toddler and two dogs. What hobbies?

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before? Not really… maybe my mom cause I was a daddy’s girl.

13.Ever … killed anyone before? My mom, but definitely wasn't my fault. She’s fine now.

14.What kind of animal are you?  Now that I’m a mom, definitely a bear.

15.Name your worst weaknesses. Not letting people help me when I need help.

16.Do you look up to anyone at all?  My parents.

17.Are you straight, gay or bisexual?  Straight, but I’ve been with Royce my whole life, so I can’t 100% sure say completely straight.

18. Do you go to school?  Nope. I graduated and got the fuck out.

19.Ever want to marry and have kids one day?  Been there, done that.

20.Do you have fangirls/fanboys?  Maybe @thisissimtastic or @onyxeyedbeauty

21.What are you most afraid of? Dying alone.

22.What do you usually wear? Whatever fits me at this point, I’m about to pop.

23.What’s one food that tempts you? All of it, all the time… but I can’t do shrimp.

24.Am I annoying you?  Not at all.

25.Well, its not over!  Bring it on, Tyson is asleep, the doggos are in the room sleeping with him, Royce is at work, I need something to pass the time.

26.What class are you (low class, middle class, high class)?  Upper middle class, until I can work again, then we will be upper class again, perhaps.

27.How many friends do you have? Like two, not going to lie. I need more friends to be honest.

28.  What are your thoughts on pie?  Are you making me one? If not, I don’t wanna talk about it.

29.Favorite drink? Strawberry Sprite

30. What’s your favorite place?  My parent’s house :c

31.Are you interested in anyone?~  Yup!

32.That was a stupid question. … Absolutely.

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? Ocean

34.What’s your type? 

35.Any fetishes?  Nope

36.Seme or Uke?  Uh?

37.Camping or indoors? Indoors, Royce took me camping outdoors once after we got married and I came back with Tyson. Def indoors.

‘Blossom In My Hands’: the newest addition (part 1)

Hello, hello my little petals! This has been a long time coming and we’re finally here! To the first part at least. This little (okay, not so little) novella has been a labor of love for me and I sincerely apologize for the time this project has taken. I really hope you love it as much as I do and please, please let me know what you think so far! I can’t wait to here your favorite parts, lines, predictions, etc.. Anyway, let’s get on with it! 

How Long Will I Love You

(rated ma)

Any links/songs, etc. will be italicized and linked within the text.


August 2030: Conception

It’s in the heart of summer when you decide on baby making. Except, you don’t really decide to make a baby. That hadn’t been something you’d decided to do in quite awhile. It just happened. Like most babies do.  

You woke with your face pressed against the hollow of Harry’s warm -and slightly damp- neck. He was snoring into your temple and you couldn’t find it anywhere in you to be annoyed in the slightest. The sheets smelled of your summer heat-warmed bodies and there was morning air coming in through the open windows, tickling the skin that wasn’t cloaked by the thin blankets. You could only imagine what you looked liked, tangled in bed together, if how the night had gone had anything to do with it.

Jude had woken up in the middle of the night with flushed cheeks and a stomach ache and didn’t want you to leave him while you gave him sips of Lucozade and you secretly loved the fact that he was being extra snuggly. When you were tiptoeing back to bed once he’d finally fallen asleep, you were met with George toddling down the hall, knuckling his red eyes and whimpering that he’d had a bad dream. You scooped him up and listened with the keen intent of a mother, as he whimpered and hiccuped the tale of what had haunted his dreams. With the safety of your arms and a few honey-sweet kisses on his teary skin, he was fast asleep again.  Being a mother was both the hardest thing you’d ever done and the best decision you’d ever made. Even when you fell back into bed at a little past three in the morning, with heavy eyes, only to tell Harry that Alfie was whimpering at the back door downstairs and probably needed to be let out. You heard him groan as he lifted himself from the mattress, and shuffle towards the hallway, cursing quietly when he nearly tripped on the stairs.

Being parents was the hardest thing you’d both ever done, and the best decision you’d both ever made.

“Morning, baby,” came a husky voice, lips brushing over your skin.

“Hi, you.” You press a kiss to his forehead. “What’re you thinking about?” His eyes were still closed, but he had that crinkle between his eyebrows.

“How I can’t wait to get you naked once we’re kid free.”

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William Nylander #1

Requested by Anon:  Can I have a william nylander imagine please where he scores his first nhl goal and dedicated to his gf please.

Word count: 778

“How does it feel to finally score your first NHL goal?”

“Have you talked to your dad after scoring?”

“What will you do to celebrate your goal?”

“Who was your inspiration in making the goal?”

“To whom do you dedicate your first NHL goal?”

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frenchie-sottises  asked:

Did I hear someone say 'rating characters'? Big Mac and Warrior. (Don't know if you can do more then one...)

you can bet anything I’m doing both I love them

Warrior: a good smelly boy

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favourite

Big Mac: A good strong boy

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favourite

Send me a character and I’ll rate em!!

“Friends” [Seth Rollins]


Turning on Dolph Ziggler after you find out he cheated on you with your cousin. You decided that being single wasn’t all that cracked up to be so your best friends Seth, Roman and Dean set you up with one of the most popular superstars, but it turns out that it happens to be non other than your best friend SETH. You decide that Dolph should get what he deserves so the guys make him pay. You thank Seth with sex later that night in his room.

Originally posted by loveviral

kinda felt weird writing this after knowing that Seth cheated on his ex-fiancé lmao

You’d walked in on the two of them. It was a young, pretty girl, her eyes wide and doe-like - clearly too naive to realize what she was getting herself into. You’d almost wished that it was a fake-tanned bleach blonde, seeing as that would have been easy to drag back to the bedroom. However, this cute, innocent looking girl, giggling and twirling her hair, made you feel even worse about the whole situation. She was clearly in love - far too young to realize the gravity of the situation. But you know what the worst part of it all was? It was your cousin

“You’re pathetic,” you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes to flush the image from your mind. “Don’t fucking look at me like that. You’re not the victim here. You cheated on me, Dolph. What else do you expect? What, you want me to drop down on my knees and kiss your feet? Well, you’ve got another thing coming.”

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anonymous asked:

FMK those three heroes

@daisy-quaking-johnson, @batgrlisms, @atredrobin

“How dare you! I told you to guess! And now you’re bending the rules to make me say it!?! This is unacceptable. I can not believe you would be such a cheat! But fine! Since I am a man of my word. I will answer the question. Fuck Daisy, Marry…. Ugh! The other two are too young for me. I wouldn’t marry either of them. Not in actuality. But say we aged both of them up some more so this wasn’t weird. Marry… Marry- Batgirl and kill Red Robin. I don’t want to kill him but I’m honestly more sure he’d come back somehow then the other two.”

Family Ties part 5

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4


“What do you mean, Cas? What do you mean that she’s different?” Dean was eager for Castiel to answer, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“I…I’m not sure. I don’t understand,” he stuttered.

“Don’t understand what, Cas?”

“Her soul, her aura, her essence. It’s all….different. I’ve never seen-,” he stopped for a second. “We’ll continue this later,” he quickly sat back into his chair. Right as he finished speaking you peaked your head in from the kitchen.

“Garlic bread guys? Dean, is Dr. Sexy so intense that you have to sit that far up on your seat? You’re going to fall off the chair,” you laughed and got their requests for garlic bread. Dean settled back into his seat.


Everyone sat around the dining room table. “This is fantastic, Y/N,” Dean said with a mouth full of food.

“I second that,” Sam commented.

“I’m glad you like it. I hope you like pie,” Dean’s eyes widened from across the table. “I made one apple and one chocolate for dessert.”

“Y/N,” Dean said, “you are my favorite person on the planet right now.”

Cas had this confused look on his face. “So, Y/N, tell me about your parents.” His interest sure came as a shock to you. Sam muttered something to Cas about manners but you told him it was alright.

“Um, my mom and dad met in elementary school, actually. They picked on each other constantly and became best friends. They started dating in high school and got married as soon as they were both 18.” The angel nodded waiting for you to continue. “They had me when they were 36. My mother, ugh, passed away when I was born.” The brothers looked down at their plates as you said that, feeling your grief.

“Your parents waited 18 years to have you. Why?” Man this Cas guy seemed nosy.

“Ugh, they had trouble having kids. They had pretty much given up when I came along. They called me their ‘Little Angel,’” you laughed thinking about the nickname now. “Dad still called me that,” you stated quietly, a mass amount of emotions coming to the surface. You cleared your throat, “If you will all excuse me,” you stood up, “I have some things I need to do.” You walked out of the kitchen and down the hall next to the living room, passed the library and study, and to the door at the end of the hallway. You stood there, looking at the door, not able to bring yourself to open in. You had over heard what Dean and Cas had been talking about. How you were different. You opened the door and walked inside to your parents old room. It still smelled like your dad, like old pine. You were never allowed in here as a kid unless you were with your dad, and after he died you couldn’t bring yourself inside the room to go through his things, that mentality that he had to be with you was still ingrained in your mind. “You’re an adult now, Y/N. You can do this.” You walked into your parents closet, running your hands over the close that were hanging up. There were a few objects of clothing of your mothers that your father never got rid of. As a kid you would come in the closet at least once a month and look at your mother’s objects. It’s how you felt close to her. A tear fell on your cheek. You shook your head, walking to the back shelf in the closet that held all of his journals from over the years. You grabbed one of his sweatshirts, that was way too big for you, and grabbed the first journal. You started reading.


Dinner had ended in an awkward spot. Y/N ran off somewhere, Castiel said he had some things to do and flew off, but not before Dean asked him “what the hell” those questions were about. Sam, being Sam, got to work cleaning up the kitchen. Dean grabbed some pie and made his way back to the living room for some more sports, and Dr. Sexy, which came by on “accident.” Dean’s focus broke when he heard Sam’s phone go off.

“Yeah, Bobby, I’ll tell Dean and we’ll get on it. Maybe. We’ll leave tomorrow morning and get there by tomorrow night. Alright, Bobby, see you soon.” Sam came into the room, “Dean, that was Bobby. He said he might have a case for us near his place, ready to leave in the morning?”

“Sounds good Sammy,” he began walking away. “Hey, would you be alright if Y/N came with us?” Zepp growled on the floor next to Dean, “Sorry, Y/N and Zepp?”

“Sounds good to me. I’m going to bed, see you in the morning.”

Moments later Zepp popped his head up, looking around for something that Dean couldn’t see. A little whimper came from Zepp as he looked around some more then quickly got up, looking at Dean as he circled around between Dean and a hallway. “Alright I get it,” Dean said getting up. Zepp took off down the hallway and Dean followed him- right to a door at the end of the hallway. The door was cracked open and Zepp let himself in, moving the door with his nose. Zepp disappeared through another door inside the door, when Dean rounded that corner he saw you sitting down against the wall of this closet, a book in hand and 4 more stacked on the floor next to you, Zepp sitting right next to you, head on your lap. Dean cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Dean, sorry I didn’t see you there,” you said looking up to see Dean; he noticed your eyes were slightly red and puffy.

“You alright?” You sat up straight and put on a smile. “I’m fine, Dean, really. What’s up?”

“Bobby called. He said he’s got a case up by his place and I…we…me and Sam…were wondering if you and the fur ball wanted to come with.”

“What do you think, Zepp. You up for another hunt?” The dog barked happily. “Sounds like we’re in. When do we leave?”

“Bright and early.”

“Sounds great,” you began getting up. He asked where you were going. “I’m going to the kitchen to make some snacks for the road tomorrow.” You and Dean walked out of your parent’s room. “What were you reading,” he asked you?

“My Dad’s journals. Lots of information in them, just trying to find one thing in particular that doesn’t seem to be in there.”


Dean only agreed to let Zepp in his car when you put down the seat protector made just for dogs and leather seats. You all piled in the car right as the sun was rising, a long trip ahead of you. With Styx, Metallica, and more playing over the stereo you found yourself falling asleep in the backseat of the Impala.

The sound of a dying cat woke you up from your sleep, you opened your eyes to see it was just Dean singing, if that’s what you could call it. “Dean those vocal lessons were a waste,” you said. Sam’s laugh echoed through the car as Dean muttered a “Yeah, yeah.”

“Hey Y/N,” Sam began, “what kind of snacks you got?” Opening the bag you filled with snacks last night you began listing ‘the goods,’ as Dean called them. “Lets see. Some leftover pasta, a couple apples, some chips, some small salads and,” you pulled out a box, “some apple pie.” You lifted the box and a fork to Sam, he knew to pass it off to his brother. You grabbed a salad and passed it to Sam, “I can see the way you’re eyeing this so here Sam.”

The clock read noon. A solid 4 hour nap, sweet. That’s about the same as a full nights sleep you, or any hunter, could expect. The rest of the car ride past fairly quickly. You were relieved to arrive at Bobby’s.

“Honey, I’m home,” Dean yelled as he walked in the old home. You heard an ‘idjit’ muttered somewhere in the house followed by footsteps coming toward you. “Quiet you,” Bobby told Dean and he pulled you into a hug, “Hey there kiddo. It’s been awhile; you should have stopped by!”

“Is that why you through these two on my case, because it’s been awhile?” He laughed at your tone.

“That and I thought you might need it. I have a case for you all.”


You were upstairs about to go to sleep so you had no idea what the Dean and Bobby were talking about downstairs. “Your angel friend has always been a little out there, Dean.”

“But he said she was different, Bobby. Everyone’s different sure, but, the way he said it…You’d have thought he was seeing a- a demon or a shifter or something!”

“I’ve known this girl since she was a baby. I knew her parents since I started hunting. She’s clean, Dean, put it under the rug.”

“Whatever you say, Bobby.”

you can’t tell me that steve and bucky didn’t secretly get married before the war because they definitely would have found a bible and put their hands on it to say cheesy little vows and then bucky brought out the cheap gold rings he’d found and they were both laughing and crying and so in love

I urge you to watch The Greatest Showman if you havnt already

Ive seen it 3 times in the theatre now and holy hell. Omg. Like everytime its better and i notice something different.

The acting was brilliant the choreography was phenomenal and the music UGH the music was just ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

That oppening scene gives me goosebumbs every time. Like

Go see this movie please dear lord

intertwiningfantasy  asked:

Liam and Ruby?


  • who’s the cuddler: Liam because he’s a total dork. But Ruby loves it just as much. 
  • who makes the bed: Ruby is more used to systematic living so she just habitually makes the bed as soon as she’s up. Sometimes Liam is still in it. They’re working on it.
  • who wakes up first: I’m really not sure. Maybe Liam because he likes to make breakfast. Anything to make Ruby smile in the morning. 
  • who has the weird taste in music: They both have excellent taste in music. They BOND over their excellent taste in music.
  • who is more protective: RUBY. I WON’T SPOIL BUT YOU GUYS KNOW HOW BOOK 1 ENDS AND TELL ME THAT’S NOT A SELF-SACRIFICING ACT OF LOVE AND PROTECTION AND UGH KILL ME I’M STILL NOT OVER IT. I disagreed with her wholeheartedly, but her intentions were good
  • who sings in the shower: Liam does and it’s loud and off-key and Ruby snaps recordings of it to Chubs and Zu all the time to be an asshole. (Assuming this is a married!rubiam situation and Team Black Betty isn’t already together). 
  • who cries during movies: Ruby, probably. Her life has been one tragedy after another. Dark theaters are where she gives herself an excuse to let it all out. “Darlin, you alright?” “What? I’m fine. It’s just…damn it, Liam. Not Baymax too. This is too much.” 
  • who spends the most while out shopping: Neither of them do. When you live on the run and siphon gas to keep going, you tend to be more conscious of your purchases. 
  • who kisses more roughly: Liam, I think.
  • who is more dominate: Again, Liam. Ruby melts with him. It’s why I love them so much. 
  • my rating of the ship from 1-10: 10, with ease. Love my babies ;-;

Send me a pairing and I’ll answer the following <3

anonymous asked:

My husband is literally the cutest person in the world. He LOVES blueberry pancakes. Like seriously if I make them for him he is in the best mood all day. Also he always has messy hair and it just makes me melt. He’s such a LOTR nerd and I could listen to him talk about it forever. And his eyes are just so BLUE. It’s amazing. He’s so cute. And his FRECKLES. Ugh. Don’t get me started on his freckles. He’s so adorable and he makes me heart melt all the time. I can’t even believe I’m married to him

You’re so lucky i wish you both all the happiness and domestic love 💕💕

Talk to me about your crush/s.o 💕


Missed calls and texts on Kurt and Blaine's honeymoon. Just a silly sort of 6x09 reaction fic. 

Brittany>Kurt 12:01 am: Happy one day anniversary!

Missed Call: Tina 1:56am

Tina>Blaine 2:02am: I know you’re *busy* but I need advice!!!

Tina>Blaine 2:10am: It’ll just take a sec

Missed Call: Tina 2:11am


Tina>Blaine 2:17am: Ok fine just tell me that hooking up with Mike is a terrible idea

Tina>Blaine 2:57am: Never mind ;) :D

Tina>Blaine 2:58am: My memories did not do his abs justice whew

Dad>Kurt 3:11am: Got your stepmother and Pam home safe just fyi no need to reply. Tell Blaine please.

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Sherlolly ~ Happy Birthday
  • Sherlock: Eat.
  • Molly: *stares at the plate he slid on top of her paperwork* Okay what's going on?
  • Sherlock: What do you mean?
  • Molly: You're being weird today.
  • Sherlock: How did you come to that conclusion?
  • Molly: One minute you're asking me to pick out colour hues I've never heard of, asked me what kind rice I prefer, tried to serve me alcohol TWICE today, and now you're giving me cake.
  • Sherlock: It's fondant.
  • Molly: Is that supposed to mean something?
  • Sherlock: ....You don't remember.
  • Molly: Remember what?
  • Sherlock: It's your birthday.
  • Molly: I don't follow.
  • Sherlock: *raises an eyebrow* You don't know it's your birthday?
  • Molly: No I mean I don't understand how it explains all *waves erratically at the plate* this. You've never so much as wished me happy birthday in all the years we've known each other.
  • Sherlock: *looks slightly affronted* That's not true.
  • Molly: *sighs* Sherlock, commenting on my weight and collagen levels on an annual basis does not count.
  • Sherlock" Well I'm just trying to keep my word
  • Molly: On what?
  • Sherlock: *waits patiently until he realises she has no clue what he's talking about* You're now 30 years old.
  • Molly: Yes?
  • Sherlock: And unsurprisingly single.
  • Molly: I will ignore that jab and ask for your point.
  • Sherlock: I'm 30 years old.
  • Molly: And unsurprisingly single.
  • Sherlock: *huffs* Are you mocking me?
  • Molly: *smothers a smile*I thought this was a 'state the obvious' game or something.
  • Sherlock: *sighs dramatically and proceeds to rattle off about a pity party she threw herself back at Uni where she asked Sherlock to marry her if they were both still single at 30*
  • Molly: *stares in horror for a moment before groaning into her hands in embarrassment* Ugh, I was sure you deleted that.
  • Sherlock: *puzzled by her reaction* What gave you that impression?
  • Molly: You acted like it never happened! Didn't say anything he next day or the next or the--
  • Sherlock: Next, I get it. You seemed skittish about talking the incident. I figured you were embarrassed about hurling in the pub.
  • Molly: *covers her face* Sherlock I was drunk!
  • Sherlock: Yes, to put it politely and if I recall quite heartbroken after Meat Dagger dumped you. *wrinkles his nose in distaste* Idiot had the IQ of a teaspoon.
  • Molly: *sits back further on the chair and stares at him* Wait, you were sober then.
  • Sherlock: So?
  • Molly: SO why did you even take that seriously? No one actually goes through with that kind of stuff.
  • Sherlock: I'm not no one.
  • *a beat of silence passes between them*
  • Molly: ....You're serious.
  • Sherlock: *looks at her dead in the eyes* Very.
  • Molly: *nods in acknowledgement then sits in silence because she thinks something imploded inside*
  • Sherlock: *starting to get concerned* Molly?
  • Molly: Sorry I'm just-just processing this. Give me a minute.
  • Sherlock: Okay. *waits for exactly 5 seconds* So about the cake...
  • Molly: *bolts up* Wait. Have you been planning the wedding the whole day?!
  • Sherlock: *tuts like it's the most absurd thing* No. Just the reception.
  • Molly: *lets out an incredulous laugh* What if I say no?
  • Sherlock: *stands up straighter* Well I have until the next year to convince you. And the next, and the--
  • Molly: Yeah i get it. *giggles*
  • Sherlock: *grins at her* So...Happy birthday?
  • Molly: *returns a warm smile* Yes, a very happy birthday.
  • ***Several hours later as they share the weirdly good news to John and Mary***
  • Molly: Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *looks up briefly from his phone* Hm
  • Molly: What did you mean before, when you said 'unsurprisingly single'?
  • Sherlock: *suddenly fascinated by his phone again*
  • John: You didn't.
  • Mary: He did.
  • Molly: SHERLOCK!

Justin and Jordan 3 yrs later….. Justin and I were now happily married and living together and that meant one thing, a LOT of sex. It would be little quickies before he went onstage, oral before bed and best of all morning fucks…..ugh so satisfying. Tonight was however one of our late nights coming home from the club after hours and hours of partying and as usual we were both horny and annoyed at the games we’d been playing all night trying to get the others attention….. “You seriously think you’re gonna get away with getting me hard in public huh?” Justin rasped against my already burning skin “Well I wasn’t the one grinding my arousal into your hips, Bieber” “No excuse for you to start palming me, baby girl” Before I could respond, he wrapped my legs around his waist and walked us over to the bed. Laying me down he slowly kissed me, using his tongue to deepen the kiss. He dragged the lace panties I had been left in down my legs and ran his calloused hands up my thighs……with his lips he left hickeys on my bronzed skin and pecked the bruises afterwards….. He pulled me up into his chest and reached behind me to release my breasts from their confines…..“God, your so beautiful what did I ever do to deserve you?”…… he got up from me, leaving me bare to him. I watched his eyes darken with lust and stared at the evident bulge in his jeans…. “ Come on then papi, take me….I’m all yours” “N-no I want this to be about you princess” “What do you want me to do daddy?” “Touch yourself for me, I wanna know what you do when your alone” Complying I dragged my hands down my naked body as Justin took his length in his hand and slowly stroked himself…. I pulled at my hard nipples eliciting a moan from my lips and a groan from Justin, I then sucked on my fingers and brought them down to my swollen centre…. I drew lazy circles over my folds, my back arched and I moaned his name over and over “God, Jordan you’re so beautiful like this” Justin absent mindedly muttered Looking over, I could see he was close and continued to moan his name whilst working my fingers…. I slowly dipped two fingers into my heat causing me to gasp at the sudden new feeling…Justin’s hand got faster up and down his length “Fuck I’m close baby, don’t stop please” “I’m close too papi mmmm” I pulsed my fingers in and out faster and soon my orgasm tore through me… “Oh god I’m cumming, baby girl are you cumming, shit” “Oh my fuck, yesss” was all I could respond…. Justin cleaned himself up and came back to lie next to me, “Babe that was so hot, to know I get you into that sort of a state is just amazing, and when you call me papi n’ shit? Damn its so sexy, I swear I love you go the moon and back baby.” “Aww honey, I love you too especially when you call me mami and princess, I love you so much Justin” Hope u like!!! @3ooda97 @you-are-so-wet @gawdshtop @12-56-am @itsbadgalriri @justinssecute @biebsimagine @pariscutiepie @jbessaash