also why do i find this hot

Road Trip


A/N: Ahhhhh, this is a marvellous idea and lmaoooo I’m actually writing this on the plane ride home. I was only delayed for two hours sitting on the tarmac and then a nine hour flight home!!! Let’s just say, it’s been a long day. And tbh I literally would never write this on a plane (usually) but I got lucky and there’s nobody sitting on either side of me or behind me WOW so here I am, somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean (actually I’m probably over France rn) writing about you guys and fucking Peter Parker.

I also decided to try and do this a different way, its one of those Headcanon posts instead

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: nada


  • The lovely Peter Parker and yourself had been best friends for quite sometime and boy were you both pining over each other. Extremely pining.
  • It was a lot of almost but not completely’s. Which annoyed the hell out of you. But I mean, Peter also annoyed the hell out of you.
  • You loved the boy, but he was needy. (Lol you love it).
  • You had just finished your third year of high school when you and Peter decided that you needed to go on a road trip.
  • Meaning that Peter begged you to take a road trip with him. By then, he had passed his driver’s test and was ready to go on the road.
  • In the middle of July, you and Peter climbed into May’s car and began making your way to Niagara Falls.
  • It was seven in the morning and Peter had pulled up in front of your building in May’s car.
  • Peter jumped out and grabbed your bag and threw it into the trunk, rushing back around to open the car door for you. “Good morning, Y/N,” 
  • “Well it looks like someone is in a good mood,” 
  • “Of course I’m in a good mood, i’m excited! Aren’t you excited? We’re finally going on the road trip!” 
  • “Yes, Peter, I’m very excited,” you laughed. 
  • “Ive never been Niagara Falls, what do you think it’s like? And how long until we get there? You know I’m not good on long drives,” 
  • “Oh my god, Peter. Okay, Niagara Falls is very nice, you’ll love it. It’s about six and a half hours but because we’ll get caught in rush hour it’ll probably be closer to eight,” you answered.
  • “Then let’s go,” Peter smiled, putting the car into drive, heading towards the highway.
  • You were not at all surprised how simultaneously prepared and unprepared Peter was for this trip.
  • The boy had multiple road trip playlists and a few sugary treats but that was it. You of course were the one who thought to bring water, healthier snacks, tissues, etc.
  • Ten minutes into the trip he started diving into his snacks
  • “PeTeR ItS sEvEn In ThE mOrNiNg you don’t need a fruit roll up!” 
  • “But Y/N, Spiderman needs his nutrients,” 
  • “A fRuIt RoLl Up Is NoT nUtRiCiOuS,”
  • Peter just looked you right in the eye and took another bite of the fruit roll up causing you to lose your fucking marbles
  • THis boy was going to drive you insane for the next eight hours you just knew it
  • “Peter why don’t you just put on one of the CD’s you made instead of just singing?” 
  • “Are you trying to tell me you don’t like my singing?” 
  • “Peter Parker but put your CD on and sing along to that,”
  • “Will you sing with me?” 
  • “I don’t know? Is ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ on this playlist of yours?” 
  • “OH NO!”
  • “Peter did you actually forget the ultimate road trip song?” 
  • “Yes. But I can sing it for you,”
  • You acted annoyed with Peter but less than a minute later you were both singing at the top of your lungs
  • You pretended to be annoyed with Peter but you really loved him and you were actually having the time of your life
  • Eventually Peter turned on that playlist of his 
  • Turns out Don’t Stop Believing was on it
  • “Oh my god PEter you idiot,” 
  • “I FoRgOt,”
  • You and Peter were both idiots who were helplessly in love with each other but didn’t know
  • You would spend so much time just staring at the boy while he tried to focus on driving
  • Plot twist he knew you were looking at him
  • You thought it was the cutest  
  • You were still singing along loudly to the music.
  • You would record it and send snaps to Ned saying you missed him  
  • Ned would always respond with “Bullshit you two need this time to figure everything out,”  
  • You tried to ask PEter what Ned meant but before Peter could answer he got distracted by a sign that said ‘Niagara Falls 350 miles’
  • “Peter, that’s still like five hours” 
  • “Whatever you say, hon”
  • You wanting to pull over on the side of the highway to take pictures of all the scenery
  • “Y/N, we’re never going to make it in time if we don’t keep driving,” 
  • “In time for what?” 
  • “But Peter I want to take a picture of you next to that tree,” 
  • “Y/N,” 
  • “Peter Parker If you don’t go stand next to that tree so I can take your picture, no more fruit roll ups,” 
  • “But how will I survive and not starve?” 
  • “I have apples,” 
  • Peter still didn’t move
  • “Peter Benjamin Parker,” 
  • “Fine!” 
  • “Thank you! I love you!” 
  • “Yeah yeah, love you too,” he would mumble,
  • The picture of Peter turned out with him standing next to the tree with his arms crossed and huge pout on his face
  • “Peter can you please smile for me?” 
  • “Why would I smile after you threatened to take away my fruit roll ups?” 
  • “Because I want to remember this trip! Please, can you just smile for me?”
  • You know how Peter’s puppy dog eyes are irresistible? Anything you do is irresistible to him.
  • And boy you knew it too
  • So you frown and Peter loosens his shoulders and lets his arms fall
  • You got another picture of Peter with a big smile on his face, pointing at the tree.
  • “Can we get going now WE HAVE A SCHEDULE” 
  • “Why is this the first I’m hearing about this schedule?” 
  • “BEcuase it’s a surprise now get in the car,”
  • You both climb back In the car and set off again
  • “Peter that still three and a half hours,” 
  • At one point you pull off the highway into a small town to get gas
  • The windows were rolled down and you began sneezing like crazy
  • “Thank you,” 
  • “What?” You asked Peter in between sneezes 
  • You were hunched over in the passenger seat, laughing your ass off in between your wild sneezes
  • “Can you please roll up the window Peter clearly I’m allergic to something” 
  • When you stopped for gas you wanted to get out and take pictures but you knew you would just sneeze and not get any good pictures so you stayed in the car and took pictures of Peter pumping the gas without him noticing
  • This boy is so fucking gorgeous and the pictures turned out rather amazing despite how dirty the windows were
  • When Peter got back in the car you were just staring at him
  • “What?” Peter eventually asked, confused by your staring
  • “Nothing. You’re just pretty is all,”
  • But of course this loser gained some confidence after he received your compliment
  • “Well if we’re talking about who’s pretty, then there’s no contest, hands down you’re the most beautiful,” 
  • “Peterr!” 
  • “I only speak the truth,” 
  • “Well you’re sweet spider-boy but it could just be from all the fruit roll up’s you’ve been eating,”
  • “Also,”
  • “Also?” 
  • “You should pump gas more often,” 
  • “Why….” 
  • “Cause you kinda looked really hot,” 
  • “I mean it is July the temperature are rather warm,” 
  • “Peter Parker you know that’s not what I meant,” 
  • “I know, I just like teasing you,” 
  • Not nice,” 
  • “I mean, I guess my so called hotness while pumping gas would explain why that hot blond was staring at me the entire time,” 
  • “wHOOO?”
  • Peter just laughed and didn’t answer you
  • This fuking boy
  • When you finally made it to Niagara Falls Peter was flipping excited.
  • You checked into your motel and then decided to go exploring
  • “So when do I get to find out what this surprise is?” 
  • “SOON” 
  • “Should I be worried?” 
  • “Shhhh Y/N, it’s a surprise I’m not going to throw you over the falls or anything,”
  • YOU were extremely suspicious as to what the surprise was
  • YOu and Peter went to the falls and you spent so long just taking pictures of Peter’s face when he first saw them
  • He was in absolute awe
  • You were so fucking in love with this boy
  • You kindly asked another Person to take a few pictures of you and Peter in front of the falls
  • They smiled and said you two made a cute couple and they snapped a few photos and gave you back your camera
  • “About that…” 
  • “About what?” 
  • “I also think we make a cute couple,” 
  • You were so confused
  • Did Peter just tell you to stop revealing your feeling cause IT WOUDL ‘RUIN HIS SURPRISE’
  • What was this boy up to  
  • After you spent some more time at the falls Peter dragged you down to the bottom of the falls 
  • “Peter what are we doing here?” 
  • “You did not,” 
  • “I did,” you smiled and gave Peter a hug.
  • You had been to Niagara Falls before but you had never gotten the chance to do a boat tour and Peter knew it was always something you wanted to do since you saw the episode of The Office where Jim and Pam got married on one of the boats
  • You were both given ponchos and you climbed on to the boat
  • You were kinda sad you couldn’t take your camera out cause you didn’t want to get it wet.
  • “So this was only half of the surprise,” Peter said 
  • “What? There’s more?”
  • Peter turned to you and just
  • “I’m in love with you,”
  • “Are you serious Peter cause If you’re just fucking with me thats not very nice and you know I love you so I really hope you’re not messing with me cau-
  • Peter cut you off with a kiss
  • Usually you’d be mad if someone did that but Peter Parker was kissing you on fucking Maid of the Mist of all places and it didn’t seem to matter in that moment
  • “I love you too, you nerd,”
  • Peter had this big goofy grin on his face and you just smiled and went to kiss him again.
  • It was a long ass eight hour drive to Niagara Falls but it was totally worth it.
When people judge me for liking K/S, and that my fave is OMS:

Them: “But they’re OLD. They’re not even HOT. Why do you want to ship OLD people??? Shatner got really fat! That’s not HOT! WHY WOULD YOU FIND THAT HOT????

Me: “Listen… what if I told you… it’s about loving the characters… and not about them being… hot?”

also fuck you william shatner is a precious beautiful snowflake at any size or age i will FIGHT YOU

romantic feelings- the squip x reader

Anonymous said: idk i saw ur post act being v sexually attracted to the squip and i thought to myself, well same, and i was wondering if u could do a squip x gender questioning reader? or one where the reader has a crush on squip and squip finds out

summary: the squip thinks ur hot, and u happen to think theyre hot as well. also ur queer as FUCK 

warnings: gender dysphoria, embarrasmentish

a/n: why not BOTH???? anyways hello there i don’t know why i like the squip BUT I THIRST FOR THEM gahhh also the squip will go by they/them idk why i feel its more respectful that way?????

you looked in the mirror, staring your reflection down. you were wearing a tight red dress, and were unsure of how you looked in it. you turned to the squip, a look of sheer smugness on their face. 

“what?” you asked frowning. they looked at you and rolled their eyes. 

all you humans are oblivious if you are still a virgin by the end of this night” he states, making your jaw drop. 

“what the- why would you say something like that?” you stuttered, blushing. the squip was attractive, and he did ‘flirt’ with you, but he was never this forward. 

so you think im attractive?” they smirked. you groaned and flopped on the bed. 

“i forgot you were in my head.”

“i am, luckily, so i also know, that this dress doesn’t suit you.” he laughed, making you sit up.

“what?” you were startled by their words.

i understand that you look stunning in this dress but you don’t want to wear it, not really. i think you want to wear something else. something more… you.” they state. you look at it, confused. they motioned you to follow and you did, letting them lead you towards your dads closet. in it, lay a suit in pristine condition, from his prom. you gasp as you run your hand through the fabric. 

“how did you-?” 

i don’t sleep when you do, y/n. i have lots of free time to explore…

“ok then…” you laughed, and started to undress. the squip “blushed” as you start to put the suit on. you chuckled as you twirled around in it, admiring the feel and the look of the suit on you. 

beautiful.” they breathe, and it was your turn to blush. 

“lets go fuck up some prom people.” you grin, running to your car. 

you were flirting with some girls, and squip was fuming behind you. you didn’t notice them, too engaged in your own conversations to care that the squip was about to kill someone. you felt a stern grip on your shoulder when you started to lean into one of the girls. you turned to see the squip glaring at you. 

lets get out of here.” it whispers through gritted teeth. you roll your eyes and get up, but was then stopped by michael and jeremy. 

“jeremy!” you exclaim, smiling and hugging him. you move onto michael, and the squip notices you cling onto michael a little longer than necessary. he kisses your hand and you two start to talk, leaving the squip jealous of michael and jeremy jealous of you. eventually you two, finished with your conversation, join jeremy to the dance floor. as the music gets more heated, you find yourself grinding on michael. 

of course, it was just a joke between two friends, but the squip didn’t see it that way. they knew you thought you two were just friends, but form what michael was thinking, the squip knew something else was going to happen if they didn’t put an end to this right now. they grabbed you arm and started to pull you away. 

not only would hooking up with michael be career suicide, but the squip would be broken if you chose anyone other than them, they’d be broken. you huffed away and then confronted the squip in your car. 

“what the fuck was that?” you seethed. 

i-uh- i think i may have contracted romantic feelings for you.”


anonymous asked:

Jesus Christ, why do find Ozai hot?

Umm, this is an ambiguous question. You’re missing a noun there, so I’m going to try to answer this as generally as possible.

If you’re asking why I, Seyary, find Ozai hot? It’s because he is.

Look at the man:

Appreciate the smoulder. The perfectly manly jawline. That fucking ridiculously lustrous hair he probably gets combed thrice a day because he’s a diva. DEM CHEEKBONES.

I’m sorry. Even better smoulder. (I did not tweak this screenshot somebody please help me I can’t stop laughing!)

And he’s ripped as heck. Dorito proportions, six pack, wtf Ozai. Stop working out so much, you need to give other guys a chance.

Now, that’s my personal opinion on him. But since I’m not sure if you were asking about me, I’m going to address all possibilities from your question:

“Jesus Christ, why do you find Ozai hot?” could mean you’re asking Jesus Christ instead of me. No intent to offend any Christians with this answer of course, but Jesus has always been a man who was very kind-hearted, loved everyone even if they hated him, advised his followers to love even their enemies. Jesus Christ would tell you, Anon, that Ozai is hateful but you don’t have to be. The kingdom of heaven will be open for you if you’re not as hateful as Ozai. So hating Ozai is not something Jesus Christ would approve of (I went to catholic school, I’d know!), and denying his hotness just out of spite is a hateful practice. So don’t do it.

More importantly, the Bible’s ten commandments also establish that you mustn’t lie. The ninth commandment, was it? So Jesus Christ would not have lied and claimed Ozai wasn’t hot when Ozai is actually hot. He would have said Ozai is a very cruel man who needed to see the light from God, but he would have never thought Ozai was ugly out of spite for all the hideous things he did. So this is why Jesus Christ would hypothetically not deny that Ozai is hot.

Now, maybe the problem isn’t me or Jesus Christ. Maybe the question was meant to be: “Jesus Christ, why do I find Ozai hot?!”, alluding at you suffering from a severe crisis where you’re realizing Ozai is in fact hot as hell. Well, all the previous explanations apply. If you’re having such a crisis, don’t feel bad. We all know he’s hot. Doesn’t make him less of an asshole.

Nickelodeon say he’s hot too, see?

So maybe you were asking why did Nickelodeon say he was hot? I mean, I did post this screenshot once before so maybe that’s what prompted this ask… 

Anyways, fact of the matter is, Ozai was indeed designed to look like an older, scar-less Zuko. It was a cruel play from Bryke to make Zuko fans scream in outrage because they wanted to hate every little thing about Ozai, but if they hate his looks out of spite, they’re hating the image their beloved Zuko will have in the future (just, Zuko is scarred, of course). So yes. It’s hilariously cruel but it’s actually pretty funny. Ergo, even Zuko fans are forced to say Ozai is hot despite how much they may hate him, because if you were to think Zuko is hot and Ozai is not, it means you’re into teenagers only and if you’re over 18 years old you probably should be more interested in fully grown men instead of teenagers…

Lastly: SCIENCE proves Ozai is hot.

See this?

Just look at all that fire. A candle’s fire, according to wikipedia, is at 1,500°F, 829°C. Just how much heat do you think this shithead is creating through his bending? Yes, Azula’s fire is way hotter but that doesn’t mean Ozai’s isn’t. Try putting your hand in a fireplace and don’t get burned. You can’t. You can’t touch Ozai without getting burned either. Cuz’ he’s hot and his fire is hot, too (and hella aggressive, I don’t think he’d like being touched by strangers). Get it?

Long story short, Anon, if you’re actually indignant that people find Ozai hot, if you are simply not attracted to hot maniac bastards who want to set the world on fire

Originally posted by anoutlandishidea

well that’s on you, really. But it’s not every day that Jesus Christ and Science would agree on something. I’d say regardless of which one you prefer, you should believe them. Just sayin’.

Kim Minseok/Xiumin GIF Spam!

Dedicated to you, ohnonotexo <3 Since you’re most likely on your phone, I’m gonna try to make it shorter but I’ll probably end up making it wayyy too long. Sorry not sorry about that (◠‿◠✿) 

Let’s start with the cute and probably random ones!

*forgets how to life*

Minnie being tickled :3

(Chanyeol, Minnie and then Baek) Look at him jamming ;-;

Uhh excuse me? What are you guys doing?…

Pink hair! ;)

What are you doing Minnie? xD

Awwwwwwww ;;;-;;; kissing soo’s cheek ;-;

Ahhhh look at his smiiile! ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ

More pink hair! ;)))


And now to the smexehhh…. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(I don’t know why, but I find that (↓) really feaking smexeh xD)

*sassy hair flip*

(and also, why is that so sexy? ↓ )

so sexy xD yeep ↓ 

Eeeeeeyees !!!

why is his walk hot? wth xiumin ↓ 

I couldn’t leave this one out xD

go minnie, go minnie, go minnie!

this gif….. this fahking gif. ….. *whispers* xiuuuhaaannn

We can’t have a sexy minseok spam without some smexy abs right? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I have too many tbh.. I’m sorry, I have sinned once again. Someone spray me with holy water plz (╥﹏╥)

Look at baek being a little shit and pulling his shirt up :’D

devilangel657  asked:

I want to find out what would happen if obi wan is de aged to padawan yrs where he doesn't know Anakin Skywalker and therefore does not care for this dramatic knight that clearly is wasting his masters time (based on his interactions with qui gon) and how Anakin reacts to not being the center of obi wans universe. Bc to this one, he is basically another quinlan vos. It would be interesting as this obi doesn't have the attachments or memories of Anakin. What do u think?

The idea of Knight Anakin Skywalker following around that sassypants early-20s Phantom Menace-Era Padawan Obi-Wan and being totally frustrated, all “BUT LOOK AT ALL THE COOL STUFF I KNOW HOW TO DO OBI-WAN ALSO CHECK OUT MY HOT HAIR” and having a fit because Obi-Wan isn’t paying attention to him, and finds him kind of obnoxious, is hilarious to me. Anakin’s friends keep feeling secondhand embarrassment for him because why do you care so much about what that Padawan thinks about you? and Anakin is like I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT. 

Anakin is always walking around shirtless or doing cartwheels around him or talking loudly about what a great pilot he is. What a showboat, Obi-Wan huffs. Even if he *is* kind of handsome. Not that I would care. 

anonymous asked:

I love watching S2Ep7, mostly because I think Astral Plane Shiro is so goddamn attractive (also maybe I'm a bit of a sadist and I enjoy seeing him getting beaten up by Zarkon...) Anyways on a scale of 1-10 how hot do you find Astral Plane Shiro?

ok prior this ask i had no strong feelings about astral plane shiro, but:

SOLID 16/10 which is also the number of screenshots i took of him.

darfichihrenhundstreicheln  asked:

18. With Wendy, Soos, and Stan. (mystery shack trio?) Whatever holiday you want

18. Holiday.

This ended up being longer than I thought it would be.  Clearly, I have some Feelings about Stan, Wendy, Soos, and found family.  Hope you like it.

Send me some characters and a number and I’ll write you a ficlet!

               Wendy knocked on the Mystery Shack door.  She was expecting Stan to open it, but to her surprise, it was Soos.

               “Hey, dude!” Soos said excitedly, pulling her into a hug.

               “Hey, Soos,” Wendy said, attempting to break from Soos’ intense embrace. “What are you doing here?  Aren’t you supposed to be spending Thanksgiving with Abuelita?”

               “Nah, she went on a day trip with some of the other ladies from her Bingo Night,” Soos said.  

               “Oh.  That sucks.”

               “It just means I get to spend Thanksgiving at my favorite place on Earth!” Wendy looked the ramshackle dwelling over.  

               “…That’s one way to describe the Shack,” she said slowly.  “Mr. Pines said that he had a lumberjack emergency and I was the cheapest person he could find on short notice.  What’s going on?”  

               “Oh, right.  The ‘lumberjack emergency’,” Soos said, making air quotes.  Wendy squinted at him.

               “Seriously, dude.  What’s going on?”

               “Come on in, you’ll see,” Soos said gleefully.  He moved aside so that she could walk into the shack.  Wendy walked in carefully.  Within a few steps, she had been immersed in a cornucopia of holiday scents.  

               “Did Mr. Pines spring for holiday-themed candles or something?” she asked.  “It actually smells…nice in here.”

               “Please,” someone scoffed from the kitchen.  Wendy looked over.  She couldn’t decide whether to be amused or confused by the sight of Stan Pines in an apron and large oven mitts.  “Everyone knows that scented candles are a conspiracy by the EPA.”

               “Uh…what?” Wendy said.  Stan waved a gloved hand.

               “It’d take too long to tell you right now.  If you want, I’ll tell you over turkey, though.”

               “Turkey?”  Wendy looked back and forth between Stan and Soos.

               “Haven’t you figured it out, yet, kid?” Stan asked.  

               “Figured what out?” Wendy asked.  Soos looked at Stan eagerly.

               “Can I tell her?”

               “Yeah, sure.  I gotta check on the sweet potatoes,” Stan said, turning his back and going into the kitchen.

               “Sweet potatoes?” Wendy muttered to herself, confused.  

               “Dude, it’s Thanksgiving at the Mystery Shack!” Soos enthused.

               “Well, yeah, today’s Thanksgiving.  And we’re at the Mystery Shack.”

               “No, dude.  We’re gonna eat Thanksgiving dinner here.”  Wendy gaped at him.  



               “Then Mr. Pines-”

               “Cooked everything himself!”

               “Hot damn,” Wendy said quietly.  She frowned at Soos.  “Why?”

               “Last year, Mr. Pines overheard you say that your family doesn’t do ‘traditional Thanksgiving’.”

               “Yeah, chopping down the largest sycamore you can find, carving it into an animal, and then hunting your own dinner is pretty different from watching a football game.  Or whatever it is normal families do.”

               “Mr. Pines also heard you say that you weren’t gonna be doing the Thanksgiving thing your family does this year.”    

               “I said that a month ago!  He remembered?”


               “I have to help him find his pants when he loses them, but he remembers something I said to Tambry a month ago?”

               “Yeah!”  Wendy looked over at the kitchen.  She could hear Stan humming.  Humming.

               “But why is he doing all this?  He’s a grumpy old man; he shouldn’t be making us dinner.”  Soos put an arm around Wendy’s shoulders.

               “Dude, he’s like a candy.  Hard on the outside, soft on the inside.”

               “Uh-huh.  I don’t buy it.  Why is he really doing this?” Wendy said, crossing her arms. Soos sighed.

               “You wanna know the truth, dude?”


               “I think he’s lonely.”  Wendy blinked.


               “Yeah.  He gets like this around the holidays a lot.  And around June, for some reason, too.  I think he misses spending time with his family.”

               “Then why doesn’t he call them?”  Soos looked at her.  Wendy blinked, realization sinking in.  “You think that we’re his-”

               “Maybe I’m imagining things,” Soos said with a shrug.  “But he’s always been there for me.  Even when he pretends to not care, it’s pretty obvious he does.” Wendy thought back to the little things that Stan would do sometimes, like giving her a raise to “get the IRS off his back” at around the time her family was low on cash.  Or “cleaning out his fridge” when her dad worked long hours and no one at home could cook meals.  

               “Huh.  I never noticed that before.”

               “Don’t tell him I told you, though.  He likes to pretend he’s a tough guy, when deep down, he’s a sap just like the rest of us,” Soos said fondly.  

               “Soos, Wendy, get in here!  The turkey’s gonna get cold.”

Sweet Dreams Sunshine (Peter Parker x Reader)

Warnings: Sexual References, EXTREME FLUFF OVERLOAD

Word Count: 1,100+

Key: Y/F/M: Your Favourite Movie

I had just come back from a jog, I had been going for two hours, now I was all sweaty and puffed out.

I was only wearing my sports bra and some shorts, i was also wearing a cap over my ponytail and I had to admit- I looked pretty good.

My body was exhausted, I mean so was I, but mostly my body; I knew that tomorrow I’d be aching so bad.

“Hey- u, uh. Y/N.. what’ve y- you been doing..” he muttered breathlessly.

“I’ve been on a jog, why do you ask?” I chuckled at his nervousness, finding it adorable.

“Oh, u- uh. No reason you- you just look, uh, really- hot- I mean pretty, yeah, um, pretty”  He said awkwardly, blushing really hard this time.

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A gift fic for @ninja-status

I temporarily skipped a few people on my list, as this particular one seemed more appropriate for her. I hope you’re doing alright!

Levy wasn’t usually forgetful. Her mind was sharper than most.  She was just pregnant.

She couldn’t find it.

She frowned as she simply stood in the middle of the living room, one hand resting on her baby bump, the other on her back. Her eyes scanned the floor and flat surfaces, willing herself to see it plain as day. Where had she left the darned thing? Her swollen stomach growled in hunger, but since she had been so focused on finding what she had lost, she had forgotten to check on dinner simmering on the stove.

After waddling through the house and stirring the contents in the pot, Levy began to look around the kitchen. For the life of her, could not she remember where she had put her book. It was one that Lucy had given her and she hadn’t finished it yet. She read it whenever she could, mostly when she was left at home when Gajeel was at the guild or out on a job with Lily. She preferred to talk with and be as close to him as was possible when he was home. She grinned at the thought; that was how their little one came to be.

In her long-enduring search, she decided to clean, hoping that if she tidied up a bit, it would jog her memory and she’d uncover the book’s hiding place. She wiped down the counters, swept the floor, and did the few dishes that were in the sink -even though she knew the book could not possibly be there. Still, the novel was missing. Blowing out a breath, Levy took a small break to sit on the stool in the corner.

It was tiring. And she hated feeling it. She loved being pregnant, especially thinking of Gajeel as a father. A warm feeling always came over her when she imagined him holding their newborn. She was generally an active person, and the extra weight of her baby threw her balance off a bit. It was a new normal for Gajeel to place his hand somewhere on her body to steady her. The fatigue she had been warned about was a serious thing.

The jingle of keys alerted her and Gajeel stepped through the front door. “Hey,” he called.

Levy peered around the corner and rose to once again stir the pot’s contents. She turned off the heat when she saw it was finished. “I’m in here.”

Taking off his boots by the shoe mat, he then found her where she said she was. He cupped her large baby bump in his hand and kissed the side of her head.

“How was your day?” she asked with a smile.

“Ya know, long, boring,” he sighed. He moved to the cabinet that held the drinking glasses.

“Any interesting jobs?”

“Not for me. A few others took one about a temple and scrolls or somethin’,” he replied nonchalantly and filled the glass with water from the sink. He turned to lean his backside against the counter while he drank.

“Who?” She slightly turned towards him. Her belly brushed the oven’s protruding handle.

Gajeel set the glass down and reached for her shoulders. He moved her back away from the stove an inch so her large belly wasn’t touching it. “Watch where you stand, Shorty.”

Levy only repeated her question. “Who, Gajeel?”

“Lucy. Natsu. I think Gray went to.”

Tears were starting to form in her eyes. She glanced down to the full pot cooling down. “I miss going on jobs… A temple and scrolls? That is exactly my kind of job, and I’m not going.”

Gajeel stared at her. He understood her dilemma to a point; he had turned down far away, high-paying missions to be closer to her while she was still pregnant. He would stay with her and only accept local requests up until the baby was old enough for her to come back to work.

He took the spoon from her to try the food she’d prepared. “It needs some salt.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and wiped at an unshed tear under one eye with a finger. “Oh, I’ll give you some salt…”

It wasn’t that she was angry at him. And it wasn’t that she was sad. It was that she was currently feeling all of it at the same time and she was unable to figure out which emotion she should focus on. A giggle escaped her when she saw Gajeel’s sly expression. He cheered her up in a lot of ways. He handed her the plates from the top cabinets.

“Can you also get the hot sauce, please?” She spooned their dinner onto the plates.

“What? You don’t do spicy.”

“I do now.” She stared back at his confused face and patted the top of her belly.

He muttered and opened the refrigerator door. Pointing to it, he took a breath. He squinted as he asked, “Why is there a book in here?”

Levy dropped the spoon into the pot with a sharp gasp. She had forgotten all about finding it. She marched over to him to retrieve it. “Oh my gosh! That’s where I put it?!”

He laughed. “You don’t remember doing that? That’s something I would hope you remember… books don’t-”

“I know they don’t belong in there,” she interrupted, holding the cold book to her chest. The embarrassment crept onto her face. “I get distracted and start thinking about other things while I’m already doing something.”


“Like getting some tea while I’m thinking about reading, and end up putting the book back in with the pitcher.”

Gajeel grabbed the hot sauce and set it beside the stove. “I hope you don’t do that with our baby.”

She sighed and gave him a look. She shook her head as she tried to fight the smile that tried its hardest to crack her face. Gajeel squeezed her shoulder and kissed her hair. Then he laughed.

‘she’s mine’

a/n: so I’m not 100% about this, especially the ending but I hope you guys like this. Trying to get better at updating. Much love.
also thinking about possibly starting a fanfic once I get all these imagines caught up…yes? no?


I had just finished my hair and makeup and was checking it all over in the mirror when I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist.

“damn Ma, you sure we gotta go out tonight?” Sammy asked, his voice husky in my ear. I smiled and turned around to face him.

“yes Samuel. It’s my brother, and also your best friends, birthday.” I replied.

“can’t we just celebrate with him tomorrow baby?” Sammy whined, his lips on my neck now.

“Sammy, we can have sex tomorrow, tonight’s Nate’s birthday.” I replied, managing to control my little whimpers from him sucking on my neck.

“tomorrow!?” he asked, eyes wide.

“When we get home Sammy. But we really need to go.”

“but babe, you just look so good, I just don’t want every guy all over you.” He sighed.

“well that’s gonna be hard when I’m gonna be all over you.” I smiled, only to be returned with Sammy’s lips on mine briefly.

“I love you Ma, let’s go.”

Sammy always got worried when we went out that some guy would come in and sweep me off my feet and steal me from Sammy. Sammy doesn’t realize, even after 3 years in a relationship, that I didn’t want any other guy. I was just all about Sammy.

Yeah it was cute that he got all worried about losing me and it was also hot as hell when he got jealous. Sammy and I trusted each other, which is why when we would go out, we wouldn’t be attached on the hip the whole entire time. He’d let me go out and dance and go get drinks. But there were times he would come find me at the bar and some guy would be a little too close or be a little to friendly. He would get mad that they were flirting, and I just let Sammy do his thing, cause I really couldn’t say anything.

It took Sammy two years of relentless flirting for me to finally ask him one day ‘did you just flirt with me’ only to get him to reply with a small chuckle and ‘I have been for the past two years, but thanks for noticing’ for us to really start our relationship. And here we are 3 years later, happy as ever. I’ve also gotten better at this whole flirting thing, and telling when Sammy was being flirty, but everyone else I was just so clueless.

We pulled up to the club, getting out of the car and immediately being mobbed with paps. Pros of having such a well-known brother, and boyfriend. We smiled and posed for a few pictures before finally entering the club. Instantly hit with the smell of weed and alcohol, and the lovely smell of sex.

Sammy grabbed my hand and we made our way through the crowd to the vip section specifically for Nate, Swazz, Sammy, Johnson, G, Madison, Emily and I. Only arriving to find G, Madison and Johnson.

“what’s up guys.” Sammy smiled, releasing my hand as he went and bro hugged Johnson and G while I said hi to Madison, immediately getting into a conversation.

“oh my god, (y/n) you look hot as fuck tonight.” Madison smiled.

“me? Look at you? You literally look like a goddess.” I complimented back.

Madison and I were pretty close, and she came to me a lot whenever her and G had problems, or fans started causing problems. She was like my little sister.

“Yeah, but you’re definitely getting laid tonight.” Madison said, causing both of us to burst out into laughter. Sammy and I didn’t hide our sex life at all. At this point pretty much everyone knew when we had sex, when we were going to have sex, everything.

“but I mean, G can’t keep his eyes off you, so I won’t be the only one getting lucky tonight.” I winked, causing Madison to flush a little.

“anyway.” Madison giggled out, sipping her drink, “you need to catch up, and I need another drink.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“let’s go get you caught up then.”

Madison and I stood up, telling the boys we were going to get some drinks, and eventually come back, but only to get the guys out to dance.

We were at the bar and I just had 5 shots of tequila in a row, trying desperately to catch up to Madison, and at this point, my head feeling dizzy, I think I was there. I ordered a mixed drink, along with Madison and we headed back to the vip area to find Sammy and G gone, but Nate was there with Swazz and everyone.

“Happy Birthday lil bro.” I giggled, stumbling over to him and giving him a hug.

“god, you’ve always been a lightweight, but thanks.” Nate laughed, hugging me.

Madison and I stayed and talked a bit longer, catching up with everyone, but I was hoping Sammy would come back. When I got drunk, I got horny too. Well, Sammy always made me feel horny, but when I was drunk I was the ‘bend me over the table and fuck me until I can’t walk’ horny, not the normal ‘hey you’re hot and you’re good at sex and I like you a lot, let’s have sex’ horny if that makes sense.

“OHMIGOD” Madison screamed, over the thumping music, “this is my favorite song, can we go dance?”

“hell yeah, let’s go.” I cheered, waving to everyone and heading down by the dj, the man himself Dillon Rupp. Madison and I started dancing, pulling our best moves. We started facing each other, just having the best time swaying to the music, and then, it being one of Dillon’s mixes, it switched, which made me start grinding on Madison.

Of course though, we just couldn’t enjoy ourselves. And it’s not because our boyfriends weren’t there, it was because every time we went out, there were drunk guys who just didn’t get what the word ‘no’ meant.

“hey baby.” The tall lanky blonde breathed in my ear, wrapping his hands around my waist, since his friend had taken away Madison, who looked a little uncomfortable.

“I have a boyfriend.” I muttered, trying not to move, but the guys grip was just so strong, he basically was moving me.

“it’s just one dance baby.” He smiled a toothy grin at me.

“yeah b-“

“I don’t see him anywhere? It’s fine.”

I rolled my eyes, allowing him one dance. I knew Sammy would be pissed, but he knew I would never do anything. And I knew when he heard everything I said, and the guys actions, he wouldn’t be pissed at me, just at this asshole, and himself, for not being with me the whole night.

When the song finished, I pried out of his grip and grabbed Mads hand and started to walk away. Making it to vip section to find no one Madison and I just sat and ranted about those guys. Guys are always so sleazy, and I hated going out like this. And I just wanted Sammy, not seeing my boyfriend in like 2 hours since we’ve got here.

“hey, I’m gonna go get some drinks and I’ll be back.” I smiled and Madison nodded, pulling out her phone, no doubt texting G.

When I got to the bar it took a while before I could make it up to the counter to actually order. I asked for just a bottle of sour apple vodka, and then another thing of tequila. I was waiting for the drinks when I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist.

“hey baby.” Said the same voice from earlier, and I rolled my eyes, turning around to face him.

“please leave me alone.” I sighed.

“baby, why don’t you and I get outta here.” He slurred, leaning in and he started kissing my neck. I was appalled by his actions, and also the fact that no one around wanted to step in and help a girl. I pushed him back a bit.

“I told you, I have a boyfriend.” I said, more stern, any buzz I had, fading away as my anger and disgust started to sober me up.

“well I don-“ he started but was cut off when he was pushed out of the way, and I was wrapped up in someone else’s arms, their lips immediately meeting mine. I smiled as I felt their hand go down to my ass, giving it a little squeeze.

“she’s mine.” Sammy said, wrapping his hand around my waist and pulling me into him. “and I’d appreciate if you left my girl alone.” He finished.

We started to walk away, but Sammy was yanked back.

“hey” the same guy now yelled as Sammy faced him. The guy went and threw a punch, striking Sammy in the left eye, causing him to stumble back. Quick to compose himself, Sammy was up and threw a punch, hitting the lanky guy square in the eye, and then another punch, hitting him in the mouth.

Soon it was an all out fist fight in the middle of the club, people forming a circle, recording it as I tried to break it up. Terrible idea (y/n) really. Because I managed to pull Sammy back off the guy, and I turned to tell him to leave and he ended up punching me on the side of my face, causing me to be thrown to the floor. And unlike the guys, I’d never been in a fight, or punched by a guy, so it fucking hurt like a bitch.

I was surrounded by Johnson, G and Madison who helped me up and I saw Sammy, who was destroying the drunk. He was on the floor punching the guy over and over in the face while Nate, Derek and Swazz tried to pull him off.

Finally managing to get him off the guy, Nate helped the other guy up and helped him find the exit. Once the excitement died down, everyone went back to partying except us. Johnson was running his thumb over my cheek, checking it, and I kept flinching, cause like I said, it hurt like a bitch.

Sammy ran over and, as politely as he could, shoved everyone out of the way, and gently held my chin, turning my head to look at my swelling cheek.

“babygirl” he sighed “I’m so sorry, we gotta get you home and get this taken care of.”

“me? Sammy it’s just a little bruise, ice will fix it, we gotta get you all cleaned up.” I said, noticing the several cuts he had on his face.

“oh, does this mean we’re going home and you’re gonna be my doctor” he smirked, his hands finding my hips, as he got closer to my face.

“Sammy” I warned, as our friends were all around.

“you promised me sex when we got home.” Sammy whined, causing me to laugh as I gently met his lips, pulling back and smiling at him.

“yeah okay, let’s get you cleaned up first though lover boy.” I said, and with that we said our goodbyes and headed home, for what would hopefully be, a great night.

Okay so I just realized that I’m more obsessed with Kaz x Nikolai than I’d previously thought???

Because like

- Kaz being so completely entranced by Sturmhond’s cunning nature when he’d helped them during the whole issue with Van Eck

- He was (barely) keeping his emotions in check the whole time

-Kaz taking Inej’s announcement that she’s going to start going out with Nina in stride because that morning he’d received a mysterious letter that showered him in compliments and was only signed ‘S’

-He and Sturmhond writing letters back and forth for months

-Kaz slowly becoming captivated by the charming, witty words on the paper and the loopy ‘S’ that he now knows stands for ‘Sturmhond’

-The Dregs noticing how Kaz is constantly distracted and is caught daydreaming with a small smile on his face

-The Dregs breaking into Kaz’s office when he’s out and rifling through the drawers of his desk until they find tons and tons of letters stashed away, all of them neat and kept safe and close to his heart

-Kaz almost having a heart attack when Sturmhond finally asks to meet in person, by the docks

-“Why do you look more dressed up than usual, Kaz???” Nina will demand playfully as she and Inej cuddle on the couch. “You got a hot date???”

-No reply

-Kaz’s heart relocating to his throat when he finds Sturmhond leaning against the wall with a bouquet of flowers in his hand

-Flowers that he gives to Kaz

-Finding out that Sturmhond is also uncomfortable taking off his gloves

-Kaz being shocked when he finds out that Sturmhond booked them a dinner at a super fancy restauraunt

-”How do you have this much money??? Aren’t you a pirate????”

-”I have my ways”

-Kaz growing increasingly flushed as Sturmhond compliments him shamelessly at the table for two, shocked at how completely at ease he is around a notorious criminal and conman

-Getting into a heated but friendly debate on which country would win if the whole world went to war

-Kaz is all for Shu Han and their advanced weaponry, but Nikolai is (surprise, surprise!) firmly supporting Ravka and their Second Army

-Kaz being a little sad when they finally part ways, growing even more flustered when Sturmhond takes his hand and kisses his gloved knuckles, bowing before disappearing off into the night

-Kaz standing there, star-struck and staring in the direction Sturmhond had gone for ten whole minutes before heading back to the Slat

-The Dregs COMPLETELY noticing the vase full of flowers on Kaz’s desk the next morning

- Kaz and Sturmhond hanging out constantly, growing closer and closer until Kaz isn’t sure he’d be able to go a day without that charming smile and those witty remarks

- Kaz missing him terribly for the long months in which he has to go away.

-”Pirate stuff” Sturmhond says. “A guy’s got to make a living somehow.”

-Kaz is suspicious, but his loneliness distracts him from the half-assed excuses

-Sturmhond telling Kaz all of these fantastic tales of his voyages at sea, all of them sounding realistic except for the one about the legendary Sun Summoner, which Kaz just scoffs and rolls his eyes at.

-In return, Kaz telling Sturmhond about his most daring heists, and Sturmhond is shocked when he finds that it was the Dregs who’d broken into the Ice Court.

-”That was you?!?!???!!!!??”

- After several months Kaz finally opening up about why he’s uncomfortable taking off his gloves when they hold hands and refuses to hug or kiss

- Sturmhond taking off his gloves in front of Kaz to show him the scars from the ninchevo’ya transformation.

-Several months after that Kaz “Dirtyhands” Brekker is caught by the rest of the Dregs sitting on the stoop of the Slat holding hands with Sturmhond and kissing him. None of them have gloves on.

-Kaz catching on that Sturmhond isn’t actually who he says he is when he catches him going to a Grisha for his face to be tailored

-Kaz being mad a first for being lied to but then realizing how desparate Sturmhond is to keep him

-”Why don’t you just tell him the truth, Nikolai?” the Grisha tailor will say as Kaz watches through the window and listens in through the cracks.

- “I can’t-” Nikolai’s voice breaks. “I can’t lose him. If Kaz realizes who I really am, he’ll hate me. I…I think I’m in love with him.”

-Kaz staggering home and refusing to leave his room when the Dregs knock on his door

-He doesn’t come out even when Nikolai comes knocking on the door the next day to pick him up for their daily noontime date

-Kaz refuses to see Nikolai for a week, but every day he keeps coming, and every day the Dregs still let him inside

-Because they know that Nikolai needs Kaz and Kaz needs Nikolai

-Kaz not responding as Nikolai stands on the other side of his door and begs to be let in

-”Did I do something wrong? Kaz, please talk to me!” Softer, he’d murmur. “I miss you.”

-Then one day Kaz opens the door

-They have a long private talk about it, and eventually Kaz is able to forgive him for lying.

-He’s also able to wrap his mind around the fact that someone loves him. Romantically.

-He even whispers “I love you, too” because by this point they’ve been dating for a year or so and there’s no point in lying to himself

-Nikolai stops going to the tailor and begins to indulge Kaz, spoiling him rotten

-He also seems to be adamant about paying for everything

-”Who’s the king here? Besides, all that money isn’t your own, anyway.”

-Kaz doesn’t argue

- For the next couple of years, the couple spends their time between Kerch and Ravka

-Nikolai being accepted as one of the Dregs and getting his tattoo because he might as well since he’s there literally all the time

-The whole big palace and little palace taking a loving to Kaz despite his rough exterior, getting into a hardcore competition to see who can make him smile

-That ability seems to only belong to Nikolai and the Dregs

-The two of them sharing a bed in Kaz’s tiny, homey room or in Nikolai’s extravagant chambers

-Kaz attending dinners and balls and galas with Nikolai, the two of them always arm in arm and holding hands under the table

-Ravka seems totally okay with having their king marry a man.

-Nikolai taking Kaz on long voyages at sea with his pirate crew

-One day they’re in the royal gardens, five or six years into their relationship, and Nikolai brings Kaz to one of their favorite hangout spots by a fountain



-Kaz says yes, of course

-They have two weddings, one small private one in Ketterdam with only their close friends in attendance and then a gigantic ball in Ravka

-Half the country attends because even they love Kaz because he helps the poor by stealing from the rich like a black-clad Robin Hood. (He only steals from the bad rich that exploit their workers- he used to think all rich people were bad, but Nikolai is the obvious exception)

-The church is packed as Kaz walks down the isle towards Nikolai, who’s all dolled up in his King’s outfit and is staring at Kaz open-mouthed

-Nikolai grabbing Kaz’s face and kissing him hard when the person in charge of the ceremony pronounces them husband and husband

-Kaz is so flustered that he just melts into it

-The afterparty is insane

- There’s singing and dancing and a whole orchestra as Kaz is introduced to tons of important people and Grisha of all orders

-The Dregs were all invited, and they’re sitting off to the side awkwardly as Nina meets up with old Grisha friends and introcudes them to her girlfriend

-Inej is blushing and embarrassed to say the least as Zoya and Genya fawn over them

-Nikolai pulling Kaz off to the side to introduce him to two seemingly normal people that can only stay for a little while.

-The woman has a hood pulled over her head but once they’re alone she pulls it down and reveals a shock of white hair. Her husband his gruff but friendly, and both congratulate them before disappearing off into the night.

-Kaz has an idea of who they are

-When the party is over they retire to Nikolai’s chambers, where they fall onto the bed

-Clothes are slowly shed and tossed onto the floor

-Kaz getting all blushy when Nikolai tells him how gorgeous he is

-They haven’t done anything up until this point because Kaz was always too nervous about his flashbacks, but Nikolai is patient and caring and Kaz knows that he’s safe as his legs frame Nikolai’s hips.

-Kaz being how shocked at how good it feels

-The two of them falling asleep in each other’s arms

-Kaz wondering how he managed to be alone for so many years

-They’re together happily until the day they die- it’s the same night, both in their sleep, and they’re both well into their old age

-Kaz Dirtyhands Brekker, the Demjin, the Bastard of the Barrel, doesn’t get shot in his twenties and have his body dumped in the canal

-No, instead he dies peacefully in his sleep in the Ravkan palace with his husband next to him, holding his hands and smiling

-He dies happy

Fully Exposed: Ryan Ross

Y/N: hey y’all I’m not a total pornhub livestream genius so I don’t know exactly how it works, like if there’s a chat or it’s one on one or you need an account or anything, but I tried to write something similar! Also, my first ryan fic! :)

Anonymous said:
Hey, could you do an imagine where you’re dating Ryan Ross and he finds out you do livestreams on pornhub but he finds it super hot? Thank you!!

*female reader, smut

Incognito window.
Type in the link.
Sign into your account.
Click the livestream button.
Ease into your chair.
Watch as the viewers filed in, eyes fixed on you.
And let the fun begin.

Honestly, you had been doing it before you even met Ryan. In a way, it was your own secret guilty pleasure. Why would you put perfectly good lingerie and sex toys to waste when you could spend a couple hours fooling around with your web cam and a couple submissive men on the internet? It was such an easy catch every single time. Hell, half of the time they’d get boners before you even uncovered anything. Just a flirty wink and a seductive lip bite and you had them wrapped around your finger. Especially the public livestreams, where everyone could see you, the comments filing in as your hands roamed your body… It was an adrenaline rush, a great orgasm, and a thrilling experience. So when you started dating Ryan, it only became even better. It was like your own small sexy secret, something to keep to yourself, your own small naughty little sin.

“Hey babe,” Ryan greeted when he entered the apartment and you quickly logged out, shutting down the incognito window, slamming down your laptop screen, hopping in the bed and snuggling under the blankets in just enough time for him to open up the door and give you a sly smile.

“Hey,” you whispered.

“Is this what you’ve been doing while I’m in the studio?” he rolled his eyes, sitting on the bed next to you. “Geez I’m tempted to join you.”

“Then join me,” you smirked.

“I’d love to,” he hummed, laying down and placing his head right beside yours on the pillow. “But I’ve got work I have to do.”

“Come on,” you whined playfully, wrapping an arm around him when he looked down, glancing up at you.

“Are you wearing any clothes, baby?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe yes, maybe no,” you shrugged, eyeing him carefully.

“So this is what you do when I’m gone,” he chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around you and kicking off the blanket, leaving your body exposed. “Just lay in bed without any clothes on, probably waiting for me to get back, hmm?”

“Sure,” you teased, placing a kiss on his lips before rolling out of bed, picking up a random baggy shirt from the floor and putting it on. “I think I’m going to take a shower. You go finish up that work.”

“I just got here,” he argued. “It’s so comfy.”

“Later tonight,” you promised. You loved leading him on just to turn him down. It often built up the anticipation for what was to follow.

“Fine,” he complied. “You go take a shower.” You were halfway out the door when he spoke up again. “And hey?”

“Yeah?” you turned around, staring at him.

“You look really fucking great in my t-shirt,” he murmured.

“I know I do,” you grinned before walking out the door and heading towards the bathroom.

“Try not to moan so loud when you’re touching yourself in there!” he called out playfully and you smirked.

“Whatever!” you shouted back jokingly.

You slipped off the fabric of his t-shirt, taking a moment to breathe in the scent of warm maple syrup and calming tea before turning on the warm water. Humming softly, you stepped into the shower, letting the droplets scatter upon your shoulders before sliding down your back, closing your eyes, mind slipping off into a distant memory. It felt like just yesterday you were in the crowd, making your way to the front of the bar, desperate to know who was playing the music, locking eyes with the skinny boy with the Peter Pan hair and the innocent lips, fingers traveling up the neck of his bass, the same boy who you’d escape with later that night. You remembered the smoke in the air and the taste of his lips and the way he smiled and how gentle and fragile he felt in your arms but how desperate and persistent his body felt against yours, and when you were both nothing but fabric shed on the floor and skin craving for something more. It was then that you both knew very well this wouldn’t be the last time you’d share a night alone in a room.

When you stepped out, shutting off the stream, wrapping a towel around your body and squeezing the water from your hair, you heard the soft acoustic melody meet your ears from the sofa in the living room. You gave a small smile, walking out into the room and listening to him sing as he strummed on the strings, a melancholy sort of song. The tune was soft and sweet, slow and delicate, lyrics along the lines of diamonds and broken glass. “That’s beautiful,” you whispered when he finished, and he turned around, surprised to see you there.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he responded with a grin and you rolled your eyes.

“Come here,” he instructed, placing the guitar on the ground as you walked over to him. “Drop the towel for me, baby.”

“Magic word?” you teased.

“Please,” he looked up at you, pleading puppy dog eyes and pleading expression on his face.

“Only for you,” you smirked, dropping the towel to the floor and sitting on his lap, wrapping your legs around him as he pulled you in for a soft kiss, his hands roaming your body.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he breathed against your neck, placing soft kisses down your skin.

“Don’t let me distract you,” you shook your head, pulling away and scooping up the towel and sliding off his lap. “Get back to work.”

“You always distract me,” he rolled his eyes, and you blew him a kiss before exiting the room, giving a soft smile when you heard the return of soft guitar chords and the faint singing. Sometimes you couldn’t tell whether he was singing song lyrics or reciting poetry, the words were so sweet.

Entering the bedroom, your eyes flickered at the laptop laying on the desk. You were already practically naked, plus Ryan was busy with his songs, a couple minutes of a public livestream wouldn’t hurt, right? Temptation lingered in your mind before you reached for the laptop, locking the door of the bedroom and positioning it at the edge of the mattress while you typed in the familiar website, signed into your account, and scrolled until you found the livestream button. You wrapped your towel around yourself and clicked the button, smirking as the viewers filed in, keeping the towel loosely wrapped around your body, showing off just enough cleavage and biting your lower lip. “You like that?” you whispered for them to hear. You chuckled softly to yourself as you read the comments.

What a dirty little slut.
Be a good girl and drop the towel, sweetheart.
Let us see that body!

“So pushy,” you clicked your tongue with teasing hint of disapproval, watching the rest of the comments scroll by. There was a good handful of people in by now, and you were just about ready to start. You paused a moment just to listen to the faint noise of guitar chord strums, knowing very well Ryan wasn’t paying any attention, and then flickered your eyes back to the screen. “Ready for some fun?”

Fuck, she’s taking forever.
Enough with the teasing, give us what we want.
Come on, you whore.
Show us something!

“Show you something?” you smirked, dropping the towel instantly and giving them a great view of your tits. “How about this? Hmm?”

Holy shit.
That’s what I’m talking about!
Give us more!
Hot damn….

A smile crept on your lips as you took one of your breasts in your hands, giving it a good squeeze and letting out a soft moan, slowly opening your eyes and watching the comments slide down quickly. More viewers filed in and you gave a slight chuckle.

Move the camera lower!
Absolutely gorgeous.
Let’s see some more of what you have to offer, baby.

“What?” you raised an eyebrow. “You want to see more?”

Yes please!
Stop being a brat and show us that good pussy.
Behave for us, princess.
Come on you whore.

“I don’t know…” you sighed, resisting the urge to grin as they became more agitated. You loved playing with them like this. That’s when you shoved your towel off the bed, ready to tilt your laptop screen at just the right angle when the last thing you expected happened. There was a knock on the door.

Not so alone, huh?
Naughty, naughty girl.
Who might that be?
Mm something’s going down!
Ignore it and give us a good show, baby!
Was that a knock on the door?

You cringed at the comments and frantically searched for the small x on the corner of the screen when there was another knock on the door and then a voice, practically giving you a heart attack. “What are you up to in there?” Ryan wondered and you froze, instantly paralyzed with guilt.

“Nothing…” your faint voice responded, deciding to instead just shut the motherfucking laptop and place it behind you in a panicked sweat, then whipping your head around the room searching for some clothes. “Uh, just getting changed.”

“I think I heard you say something earlier,” he argued. “Come on babe, open up the door.”

“Hold on-” you begged, picking up another one of his shirts up off the floor in a rush and sliding it on before racing to the door and opening it, trying your best to catch your breath and look as composed as comfortable as possible. “Hey.”

“You okay, y/n?” he inquired, eyeing you up and down.

“Yup,” you nodded a little too quickly for his liking, your brain still frantically trying to piece this all together. Plus, what the fuck were you supposed to do with the viewers in the livestream?

“Y/n,” Ryan narrowed his eyes. “Come on.”

“What?” you tried to argue as innocently as possible. “I was just changing!”

“Into one of my dirty t-shirts,” he stated flatly.

“You know I love your clothes,” you counteracted, actually proud of yourself for coming up with a quick fix and a believable lie.

“You just got out of the shower,” he rolled his eyes. “Plus, you’re wearing it inside out.”

“Huh?” you looked down instantly to find that indeed, you were wearing one of his shirts inside out, and you turned red with embarrassment.

“Seriously, I mean, I can even tell you’re not even wearing a bra or underwear baby,” he sighed. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” you persisted.

“I heard you talking and I’m pretty sure it was not to yourself,” he pointed out. “And now my shirt and… what’s on the bed?” He craned his neck and saw the discarded towel on the floor, the laptop not even fully closed laying on the mattress, and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped beating.

“Ryan-” his name barely even escaped your lips and you watched in horror as he crossed the room slowly, eyeing you carefully before picking up the laptop.

“Do you want to explain or should I find out on my own?” he gave you a last chance, but it was useless. You were a blubbering, stammering, nervous wreck, your mind not even able to string together a coherent sentence.

“J-just look for yourself,” you choked out defeated.

Ryan stared at you strangely before opening the laptop, blinking twice with a blank expression on his face, swallowing uncomfortably before slowly shifting his gaze back to you. “Were you, uh, on a porn website?” he wondered. The second his eyes meet yours you feel like you just might shrink. Except there was something in his gaze you couldn’t seem to recognize. Lust, almost, maybe jealousy. You couldn’t quite tell. He returned his attention back to the computer screen and you could tell from the way his expression changed that he was just now fully understanding what was going on, his expression turning to curiosity, and you knew very well he was probably reading the comments. His brown eyes grew dark, his brow furrowed, biting down on his lower lip. There was a moment of silence that passed before he spoke again. You could practically hear your heart beating out of its chest. “The livestream’s still on, you know.”

“Yeah,” you were barely able to whisper back.

“Then continue what you were doing,” he stated.

“What?” your eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

“I want to see you, y/n,” he rephrased it. “Come on, continue the livestream. Show them what they want, baby. I’m sure you know what to do.”

“Babe…” you stared at him in disbelief, your feet frozen in place, not daring to even inhale another breath. There was no way you were doing that.

“Go on,” he urged, handing you the laptop. You watched as he pulled a chair from the desk across the room and positioned it in front of the bed, perfect view of where you had been sitting previously, crossing his hands over his chest, eyes fixed on you. “I’m not going to tell you again.”

You inhaled a shaky breath and then placed the laptop on the edge of the bed, sitting in front of it and closing your eyes tight before opening them up again, staring at the screen and trying to forget that Ryan was sitting right there watching you. Glancing at the comments you surprised a grin. “Miss me much?” you smirked.

There she is.
What the fuck was that all about?
Cute boyfriend!!!
Did he leave?
Show us that beautiful body!

“You want to see me, hmm?” you raised an eyebrow. “I suppose I’ve made you all wait long enough, yeah?”

Come on, give us something!
I’m dying over here.
Take off the shirt!

Smiling, you slipped the shirt up off your body and tucked your hair behind your ear, trying to ignore the fact that Ryan was there and you looked at the comments which were now sliding down the screen at a rather reckless pace. You could barely read them all.

Spread those gorgeous legs, baby.
Fuck that’s what I’ve been waiting for.
Body to kill for!
Holy motherfucking shit.

“You like this?” you raised an eyebrow, slipping a hand down your chest towards your stomach and even lower, separating your legs slowly and sliding your hand over your center. You heard a gasp and you looked up, realizing it wasn’t from your lips, but instead, Ryan’s. You gave a sly smile and watched as he blushed, caught with his own hand in between his legs, making you even more turned on. The comments never stopped.

God that’s hot.
You’re so fucking wet for us, you dirty whore.
Show us more of that pretty pussy, baby!
Be a good slut and let out a moan.
Finger yourself so fucking good.

“Damn,” you sighed, easing your back into the bed and slipping a finger into your core, closing your eyes. You pumped it in and out, rubbing your clit in small circles and letting out some soft moans before inserting another finger, this time gasping and knowing very well Ryan was watching. However, instead of being embarrassed, shy, or hesitant this time, you fucking owned it. Let him watch if he wanted. Hell, why would you ever deny someone a good show?

“Fuck baby, I can’t stand it,” you heard him mutter and you looked up, confused, when you realized Ryan was getting up from his chair, exposing an extremely obvious hard on inside his skinny jeans. “I need you.”

“Hey-” you began to protest when he climbed on top of you on the mattress. He was capturing your lips in a kiss and pushing you down, his hands pinning yours above your head, sliding his tongue into your mouth before trailing his lips down your jaw, your neck, your breasts, your stomach, licking a stripe down your folds before working its way up again. “You’re all mine, baby.”

“Goddammit Ryan,” you let out a shaky breath as his hands and mouth roamed your body.

“That’s right,” he whispered in your ear, kissing you on the lips before unzipping his jeans and tugging them down with his boxers, kicking them aside and lining up with your entrance. “All mine.” He thrust into you and you gasped. He started to gain a rhythm and you wrapped your legs around his waist, slipping your tongue into his mouth as he rocked your body back and forth in sync with his, sinking deeper and deeper every time.

“Shit you feel so good baby,” you moaned softly against his neck as he got faster, edging you close to your climax.

“Better than all that teasing with the camera, hmm?” he wondered, letting go of his grip on your wrists and letting your hands instantly fall to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, his hands on your hips to steady him. “You. Are. Mine.”

“Fuck,” you gasped, feeling a familiar warmth pool within your stomach. “Ryan…”

“Come on baby,” he urged. “You’re not going to give in that quick, are you?”

“I can’t-” you barely choked out before cumming, moaning out his name and digging your fingernails into his shoulders, your body shaking with waves of euphoria as he kept sliding in and out. It wasn’t long before he came too, gasping and losing control as an orgasm took him, burying his face in the crook of your neck and mumbling a string of curse words.

“Fuck y/n,” he sighed, slowly pulling out and then curling you up in his arms, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, struggling to catch your breath.

“You’re so fucking good,” he murmured, kissing your lips. The two of you laid there with arms wrapped around each other, struggling to catch your breath, recovering from the amazing sex you had both just experienced. Several moments passed before you came to a realization, taking a couple seconds to let it sink in before you decided to draw attention to it.

“You know they were watching all of that right?” you smirked.

“What?” Ryan’s eyes went wide, just now realizing what had gone down.

“Yup,” you chuckled softly, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “You’re fully exposed now, baby.”

“Shit,” he mumbled, looking at the laptop that was still miraculously perfectly positioned at the edge of the bed, instantly shutting it closed with his foot.

“What?” you raised an eyebrow, amused. “You embarrassed?”

“Huh?” he looked at you, the obvious blush in his cheeks and worried eyes saying it all.

“You’re cute you know,” you reassured. “I bet they thought you were hella hot.”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m just the cranky over possessive boyfriend.”

“Yeah but being dominant is sexy,” you winked.

“Being dominant means I get to give out punishments,” he reminded and you swallowed uncomfortably, starting to let the entire reality of the situation sink in.

“So…” you trailed out the word. “Am I, uh, going to get in trouble for being naughty?”

“What do you mean?” he wondered, confused.

“The whole livestreaming on Pornhub thing,” you reminded. “Remember?”

“Oh, that?” he laughed. “Babe, I thought that was fucking hot as hell.”

“Really?” you raised your eyebrows, surprised. “You like that?”

“Shit y/n, that was, that was…” he searched for the right word but failed to find it. “Just really fucking hot.”

“What did you like about it?” you gave a sly smile.

“The teasing and the putting on a show and how cocky and arrogant you were and just, fuck. It was such a turn on,” he closed his eyes tight and opened them again. “Surprised me.”

“So you didn’t mind?” you asked carefully.

“I was kind of jealous,” he confessed.

“But you enjoyed it,” you pointed out. “You loved it.”

“I did love it,” Ryan admitted shyly.

“So you’d do it again?” you inquired.

“Huh?” his eyes went wide.

“You’d do it again?” you repeated, hopeful gaze meeting his.

“I don’t know,” he smirked. “Looks like we’ll just have to wait until next time to find out.”

Shu Sakamaki - Dark 3

Yui: Shu-san…?

Yui: Are you still taking a bath?

Shu: ….Mm…

/Shu appears/

Yui: Kya…!

Yui: why are you naked…!

Shu: …’s too troublesome to dry my body

Yui: eeh….

Yui: (Shu sometimes seems like a child when he speaks like this…)

1 M- Dry his body

2 S- Urge him to use a towel

Choose -> 1 M- Dry his body

Yui: (As it is, he’ll catch a cold…I’ll have to dry him)

Shu: ….what are you doing, are you inviting me in?(1)

Yui: No…! I just don’t want Shu-san to get sick…

Shu: oh. I don’t care if I get sick. Won’t you stop? It’s irritating

Yui: but, at least let me dry your hair

Shu: n…

/he pulls yui against him/

Yui: Wa….! No, I’ll get wet…

Shu: then, take off your clothes?

Yui: (how mean……..)(2)

Yui: Shu-san, is it ok if I ask you something weird?

Shu: …….

Yui: we….before as well, have not been doing things….(2)

Yui: (surely all that time Shu-san was in the bath 扡きつかれて…)(2)

Yui: (my clothes got all soaked–)

Shu: ….I don’t remember now

Shu: I feel like I do….or maybe I don’t

Shu: …..troublesome. Are you going to continue your question?

Yui: n-no. It’s ok

Shu: from such a thing, the bath made me thirsty. Your blood…..i’ll suck it

Yui: eh—

Shu: Nn

Yui: ee…!

Shu: Mn…..Nnn…….haa…..!

Yui: Shu-san, wait a little…

Shu: I won’t wait (3)

Yui: at least dry yourself properly with a towel—!

Yui: (Shu-sans body is sticking against mine….it’s very cold….)

Shu: Nnn….haa…….Mn…nn

Yui: You’re still cold from the bath….

Shu: haa….you’re still saying such a thing?

Yui: because….I’m worried about you

Shu: then, will you heat me with that blood of yours?

Shu: Mnn….ha,Nn…..っ…!

Yui: Aah…!

Shu: …kuku. You’re getting hot. Aren’t you?

Yui: …..ah, Shu….sa

Shu: Nn…..っ…haa….っ…

Yui: (my body… becoming so hot…)

Yui: (why do I get so hot when he drinks my blood?…)

Yui: (It’s….strange…)

1) He’s basically saying you’re inviting him to suck your blood

2) These lines were hard to interpret because they didn’t really make sense in english, also if anyone can find out what that kanji means that’d be great.

3) Honestly hearing him say this with the tone of his voice and everything, i just about died

Ok, but I headcanon Sherlock as an asexual since he’s been talking about not being really interested in people that way (also I’ve always had that feeling about him - even from Doyle’s stories. I’m not saying he hates sex or doesn’t do sex at all, but I feel like he lacks the sexual attraction, at least somewhere on the a-spec).

And I headcanon Jim as pansexual since he flirts the sh*t out of anyone he considers being hot - (I don’t really think Jim cares about anyone’s gender, he either finds you hot or not) and seems to be genuinely like “but why is everyone so hot what do I do”. 

And I’ll tell you what. They are a perfect match.

A Smile on His Scarred Lips

The “Oh no we’re stuck in a snow storm and I’m cold” trope is actually one of my fave tropes.

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“Andraste’s tits must be frozen out there just like mine are,” Dorian complained, too cold to even shiver. He was eyeing the small hunting cabin they had taken refuge in. Cullen closed the door behind them and made sure the wind wouldn’t push it open.

“There must be dry wood in here, I’ll make a fire.” He turned to Dorian, faltered at his cocked eyebrow. “Or I’ll assemble the wood and you start the fire.”

“Thank you, dear Commander, for remembering my magical talents.”

Cullen rolled his eyes, used to Dorian’s antics, and set to prepare the small fireplace before they both froze in place. He had only started to feel alarmingly cold, but Dorian hadn’t been prepared at all for the snowstorm, and he wasn’t about to let him suffer longer than he needed to.

The small house was well equipped, the bed had a warm-looking fur on top with thick blankets in the cupboard when he checked.

“There’s food in the pantry, do you think they’ll mind if we eat some?”

Cullen began piling wood in the fireplace. “We’ll leave them coins. The fire is ready to be started.”

Dorian joined him, unable to hide how unwell he felt when he crouched beside him but instead almost falling over because his legs were so stiff. He grunted and managed to stay upright before Cullen could help him. “You mean you’ll leave the coins, it appears I forgot to make my money pouch for this training excursion.”

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Not Dead Yet (Part 24)

*HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! Have some mild smut!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: mild language, mild smut

As the days went by I, and many of the boys, were disappointed for the lack of conflict with the pirates. They just sat out there on their boat not bothering a soul. It was so boring! I was out sitting on the beach watching the ship from the sand and relaxing in the early hours of the morning. I felt a presence watching me.

“I wasn’t thinking anything, just wanted to look at the ship.” I said, “What do you want?”

“The truth.” I whipped around to see it was Felix. “You thought I was Pan.”

“Yeah, he’s the only other one that ever wakes up this early.” I pat the sand next to me, “Care to join me?”

He strolled in front of me not bothering to sit. I stared up at him waiting for whatever it was he wanted. “I want to know what’s going on with you and Pan.”

“Nothing’s going on.” I answered simply.

“I believe that as much as I believe that you two were off in the Enchanted Forest being whores.” he quipped.

“You didn’t believe his story?”

Felix scoffed. “I know Pan and I know you. However you ended up trapped in the Enchanted Forest it wasn’t a choice and it certainly wasn’t because you two wanted some alone time.”

“Okay, you’re right.” I shrugged, “Now what?”

“Now you’re going to tell me how you really ended up there and what happened that you two got all chummy since.”

“Why don’t you ask your best friend?”

“Because I know I can get more out of you. What happened? You should have been dead weeks ago when I caught you coming back from Skull Rock. Instead you and Pan disappear for a week and come back as if nothing ever happened. What are you?”

“A girl.”

“A witch.”

“Same thing.” I stood up, “You wanna know? You already know. You say you know us, then how about you think about the most likely course of action and roll with that? I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

He was silent for a moment, the gears in his brain turning as he figured it out. Then he smirked, a disbelieving crooked smile. “You…” he sighed, “You tried to run.”

“There you go.” I pat his shoulder, “Wasn’t that easy?”

“You, little miss confrontation, got into a battle you had no chance of winning so you fled. Fled like a coward.”

“I was saving my neck.”

“You pushed your limits too far and instead of facing the consequences you just tried to avoid them altogether.”

“What do you want from me, Felix? Want me to tell you you were right? Fine, you’re right! I ran away! I knew that I was gonna die if I stayed here so I stole a bean, pushed Pan over a cliff and ran! He followed me, we tried to kill each other when we landed in the forest, then…things got complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

“We stopped fighting, started talking and it all sort of morphed into this thing that’s happening now.”

“That’s it? You had a talk about your feelings and now everything is sunshine and rainbows between you two?”

“Don’t be so childish. We merely have an understanding.”

“Does this understanding include you two pretending to be best friends?”


“Now you’re being childish.” he shoved me playfully, “Anything happen that you need to tell me?”

“Nothing I’m going to admit to.”


“So, you see me as a Lost Girl again?”

“You’re a secretive, manipulative, cheating, lying, sadistic idiot. You never stopped being a Lost Girl.”

“Awe, Felix,” I held out my arms.

“Don’t get mushy on me, Y/N.” he pushed me back, “If anyone asks we had a fight to amend things where I won but took pity on you nonetheless.”

“How come I don’t get to win.”

“Because we want them to believe us.”

“Okay fine but I’m making it known I got a good hit in.”

“Whatever, give me your best shot.”

“Sure,” I unsheathed my dagger and stabbed him in the leg.

“OW!” he glared at me, “I meant punch me in the face or something!”

“You wanted it to be believable right?”

“Right,” he landed a hard hit to my jaw, “Believable.”

I rubbed my jaw. “Someone’s been slacking off on hand-to-hand again.”

“Shut up.”

“Maybe we can work on that during training today.”

“Shut up, Y/N.” he limped off back into the jungle.

I followed after him. “You should probably get that looked at before it gets infected.” I narrowly ducked out of the way of the rock he threw at me. “Shutting up.”

We got back to camp where Peter was addressing the camp. I sidled up next to Devin and asked what I had missed. Peter apparently decided the time for playing nice with the pirates was over. He made a deal with the mermaids to torment the pirates into coming ashore. Once they were on land then the real fun could start.

Finally! I wonder what Peter could have offered them in exchange to face cannon fire. What am I talk about, it’s Peter. He probably just threatened to dry up the ocean if they didn’t comply.

The boys and I raced to the beach to watch the ship. Peter was standing out on a rock near the shallows. A couple of heads bobbed in the water. The last time I had seen a mermaid they were trying to drown me. Seeing them now I could make them out more clearly. They had beautiful faces but dark dead eyes that reminded me of a shark. The mermaids and Peter discussed a little longer before they disappeared beneath the waves once more.

Peter blinked into the tree I was sitting in. “So,” I peered up at him, “What made you want to torment the pirates?”

“Bored,” he pulled out a pocket telescope, “What’s the use of having new toys if they’re so far away?”

“Permission to kill?” Nick asked next to me.

“Sure, just no mass slaughter. Looking at you, Y/N.” Peter answered.

“Just wanna take the fun out of everything.” I knocked the bottom of his boot with my club.

“Keep it up and I just won’t let you fight any pirates.”

“How ya plan on doing that?”

“You ever been to the Echo Caves, Lost Girl? Inescapable.”

“Ben would break me out, wouldn’t ya?”

“Do not drag me into this.”

“I would contemplate it at the very least,” Devin said, “Sorry, Pan.” he muttered after he caught Peter glaring at him.

“See, Devin’s a real friend!”

“I’ve already gotten into enough trouble because of you!” Ben snapped.

“You were locked in a cage.” I reminded him, “I don’t think he’s ever tried to kill you.”

“I can still kill you, Y/N.” Peter hissed.

“Please,” I scoffed, “When has threatening me ever worked out for you?”

“Can you at least pretend respect me?” he sighed.

“Who says I don’t respect you?”

“Everyone.” Nick said.

“You stay out of this.” I jabbed him in the ribs.

“Hey lovebirds,” Devin piped up, “If you’re through squabbling I think you’d like to know that the mermaids are attacking the ship.”

“Devin, I swear to–wait, what?!” I snatched his telescope and aimed it at the ship. He was right. It was difficult to make out but from the way the ship was rocking and the distant sound of cannons, the mermaids were giving the pirates hell.

“A good start but how about we make things a little more interesting?” Peter grinned to himself.

Dark storm clouds started to roll in across the sky. A fierce wind that bent the trees caught us all off guard. I clenched to my branch as rain began to pour in sheets. The entire island grew darker only to be lit up by the blinding crack of lightening. The waves rose to heights I had never seen before.

I pulled myself closer to the trunk of the tree and glared up at Peter. “Problem, pet?”

“A little much, don’t you think?” I shouted over the rumble of the storm.

“I say not enough.” his smirk grew wider.

“Peter, don’t you–” Another powerful gust of wind shook the trees. My grip in the smooth trunk of the tree slipped and I fell from my perch.

“Watch it.” Peter blinked down below and caught me, “What’s with you and falling out of trees?”

“What’s with you being an arse!” I bit back.

“Don’t yell at me.”


“Cause then I’ll be forced to shut you up.” his face got closer to mine, “And I don’t think you want the others to see that, do you?”

“Sometimes I really hate you.”

“I know.” he had set me back on my feet but hadn’t let go of me. If anything he pulled me closer. “I also know that I am really liking seeing you soaked.”

“Have you any shame?”


“Well good for you.” I shrugged his arms off me, “I am going to find a cave to hunker down in and try and dry off.”

“Or we could kill some time before the storm lets up.” he whispered in a hot breath in my ear.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, that’s why I suggested it.”

“Eh, I have nothing else to do until the pirates are here.”

“That’s my girl.” he grabbed my wrist and the next instant we were standing somewhere in the jungle.

Peter grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I mentally rolled my eyes as I kissed him back open mouthed, tongues tasting each other. His lips moved against mine with an increasing roughness I had come to expect.

Rain poured down our faces and slipped between our lips. The rainwater mixed with anticipation proved to be a heady combination. By this point my clothes were so soaked I couldn’t tell if he was touching my bare skin or not. My hands rested on either side of his face keeping him close and raking my fingers through the wet tangle of his hair. We pulled back for air and I blinked rapidly trying to keep the rain out of my eyes as I took in the boy in front of me.

The naked want in his dark green eyes staring right back at me made me falter. He smirked at me before backing me up into the trunk of a tree. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this.” he pressed his body closer until I felt something hard resting against my thigh. I froze in my spot. He wasn’t expecting me to–to– “Relax,” he whispered in my ear, “It’s not what you think.”

“Then what is it?”

My answer was the roll of his hips against mine. My breathing hitched and saw his smirk widen. My face burned so hot I was worried the rain would turn to steam against it. “If this is making you uncomfortable then all you need to do is say so.”

I shook my head. “It’s not…bad.”

“Not bad, hm?” he pressed into me again. My hips bucked against him on instinct. He let out a small moan in my ear. I was biting down hard on my lip and he continued to grind up against me. Was this really happening? Things had gotten a little frisky before when we made out but never to this extent. I liked it.

“Stop that,” he planted his mouth back against mine prying my lips open again. My breath came in quick huffs, senses overloaded with the delicious vulgarity of what was happening right now. “I want to hear you.”

He gave another slow scorching thrust and I moaned against his lips. I could feel him smirking but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to leave this position for anything. His mouth left mine to nuzzle my neck kissing and sucking every inch until he found the sweet spot that made me moan again. He was enjoying this far too much.

I brought my lips down to his own neck and clamped down hard on his own sweet spot. He grasped me tighter as I drew out a long moan from him. “You learn fast.” he mumbled in between breaths.

“And you talk too much.” I mashed his lips back to mine. A part of me felt that maybe I should be a little ashamed of how quickly I just gave into him. How I gladly let him grind against me like some kind of animal all the while panting and moaning and bucking my hips right back at him. Maybe I should have been a little embarrassed, but I’ll be damned if even the entire camp walking in on us could have moved me from that spot.

(Part 1) (Previous) (Next)

fuck it i’m making my own

send an ask with a pairing and a number and I’ll write a flash fic! because i am bored of the current ones. Categorized by numbers for easy access, so 1-10 is cute fun fluff, 11-20 is angst, 21-30 is hurt/comfort, if you want to go in blind you might as well ask random numbers. 

Cute Fun Fluff numbers

1. I’m lost, you’re lost, want to walk with me for a while? 


3. “i’m not a spy…what if you’re the spy? oh no what if you ARE the spy? i shouldn’t even be talking to you, you dirty spy!” (In fact, we are both secretly spies and no one knows.) 


5. “ICED MOCHA CHAI!” *both reach for the same drink, Romance ensues*

6. “you slapped my ex for me thank you what is your name”

7. “Star wars!” “Star Trek!” “Noooo!” “Yeees!” 

8. “did your dog just…eat my pants?” “…yes?”

9. where the fuck is my phone oh you found it thank you oh shit you’re really hot and now i don’t want to ask for it back because that’s really intimidating but i really need my phone shit

10. where am i? heaven? oh, wait, i just got blackout drunk and passed out and i forgot you were so pretty for a second and thought you were an angel

Hello Angst numbers


12. “ just…stab me…” “yes” “why?”

13. you are bleeding from the mouth why are you doing that holy shit are those sleeping pills did you just take an entire bottle of sleeping pills what the fuck happened are you okay no you’re not you’re bleeding holy fuck i need to call 911

14. HAPPY BIRTHDAY (and yes, it can go just as badly as you might expect. send the name lucifer if you want some real, crushing angst)

15.  where were you this late? why do you have a black eye?

16. “i just got a phone call and someone threatened to kill everyone else i ever loved if i don’t shoot you in the head tonight…i’m so sorry”

17. don’t drink and drive. don’t. especially not in the rain. or the snow. just…don’t drink and drive. 

18. we eloped a couple years ago and now you have amnesia and don’t remember me at all oh no and you want to see your relative, who swore they would "make you regret it” next time you set foot in their house/died recently but you don’t remember, shit shit shit, and you want to call the cops because i kidnapped you or something, shiiiit, what the fuck do i do??

19. one of you was tortured and is working through ptsd and the other has no idea until…well, now

20. drugs are bad. don’t do drugs. but one of you does, and the other one finds out. 

Hurt/Comfort numbers

21. I’m an EMT, you’re really hot but also bleeding out, car crashes suck, and you want my number and why is this your priority right now you’re literally passing out and possibly dying

22. superhero suffers a mishap and is injured (either burned badly or deformed or something you generally see in supervillain backstories) and is found by supervillain, but supervillain isn’t such an asshole as you might expect because hey that happened to me and no one even offered a kind word i might as well do something

23. immortality sucks. self harm/attempted suicide might be an issue in this one. just a heads up. will tag it if it comes up tho

24. childhood au; you tripped and skinned your knee, but i know where the nurse’s office is–oh darn she isn’t in what do i do what do i do? oh you want a bandaid uhhh i think you have to wash the cut off first but uh here this one has a dinosaur on it if you want it

25. mysterious stranger falls out of the sky and lands in your trash bins, then wants not to go to the hospital because fuck it it’s just a broken bone it’ll mend and anyway i don’t have any money

26. on the run, has a bad mishap probably with the government, runs away, shows up on your doorstep out of the blue with a “please help me i think i’m dying” and collapses. wyd

27. i just got out of azkaban and it wasn’t pretty

28. needles and thread. can go many directions at once. (think stitching wounds. think stitching lips. think piercings.)

29. running away from an abusive relationship/household/situation, help please?

30. they beat you up because you owe them money but i’ll help you, here, have an icepack also how much do you need