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anonymous asked:

Last ep Iris said that she used to think she was the only one who didn't get the Flash, so maybe a fic of Barry showing her just how much of the Flash she gets? :P

omg nonnie, this was probably the most fun I’ve had writing a prompt. Thank you for this AWESOME idea. i reallllly hope you like it. (note – it’s smutty as hell soooo …. YEAH, ENJOY :)

you can also read/save this on AO3.

The thing about words are that they can’t be unsaid; they burrow into the hollow of one’s soul, finding purchase in uncertainty. They twist at and pull and gnarl the strings of it, leaving behind a patchwork web of hurts that just don’t heal right.

Sometimes it feels like the Flash is this guy my boyfriend becomes when he runs off to save other people. Like I’m the only one who doesn’t get the Flash. He felt separate from you.

She’d finished her declaration with the truth — that she loved him, all of him. But there was something … off about Barry, now. Something she couldn’t quite place.

Sure, they were happy enough. Cooking dinners together was still a delight, with him sneaking up behind her to add bits of seasoning or pepper her neck with warm, distracting kisses; their Tuesday movie night was a blast, full of sugar highs from dollar store candy and debates over whether Sam needed to carry Frodo up Mount Doom or not; Wednesday night was full of throaty moans and warm flesh pressed against various surfaces — the kitchen table, couch cushions, cool glass of the patio doors — as Iris’ third orgasm rocked through her, spiraling around Barry’s needy thrusting and harsh breathing.

She’d never known this kind of blissful happiness. But her earlier words lingered between them somehow; they folded themselves into the way he eyed her, green gaze molten with worry.

So on the night of the annual Central City Charity Gala, Iris thought she might ease the tension by inviting him to paint the town with her.

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I upload all the discography of Deftones in this blog.

I will upload everyday at 22:00 (GMT+1) a new song.

Thanks for watching.

Subo toda la discografía de Deftones en este blog.

Cada día a las 22:00 (GMT+1) subiré una nueva canción.

Gracias por vernos.

Deftones - White Pony (2000)

9- Passenger

Here I lay
Still and breathless
Just like always
Still I want some more
Mirrors sideways
Who cares what’s behind
Just like always
Still your passenger
Chrome buttons, buckles and leather surfaces
These and other lucky witnesses
Now to calm me
This time won’t you please
Drive faster
Roll the windows down
This cool night air is curious
Let the whole world look in
Who cares who sees anything
I’m your passenger
I’m your passenger
Drop these down and
Put them on me
Nice cool seats
There to cushion your knees
Now to calm me
Take me around again
Just don’t pull over
This time would you please drive faster
Roll the windows down
This cool night air is curious
Let the whole world look in
Who cares who sees what tonight
Roll these misty windows down
To catch my breath
And then go and go and go just drive me
Home and back again
Here I lay just like always
Don’t let me go 
Take me to the edge

Our Scars Remind Us

“What about this one?”

Obi hums a question, his eyes closed and body relaxed against the cool leather cushions of the couch, Shirayuki wearing his favorite shirt, perched upon his pajama-clad thighs as her fingertips trace the outline of one of the many numerous scars that litter his body. This time it happens to be a particularly good-sized one upon his abdomen, star shaped and deep, the skin a silvery shade in comparison to the rest of his surrounding skin tone.

Obi peeks an amber eye open lazily in order to watch her small fingers travel along the bare skin of his torso, tracing the carving of his muscles. He clears the sleep out of his throat. “That one?” He closes his eye and stretches his arms above his head languidly. Stall. “I forget…”

She’s not falling for that- not even a little bit. Obi has misled a fair number of people in the past and misdirected enough busy bodies away from his personal life to recognize the look on Shirayuki’s stubbornly determined face as he opens his eyes; he’s fooling exactly no one here, thank you very much, and she’s insulted that he would even try that with her. He should know better by now.

The worst part of it is that she never pries with her words or tries to guilt him with any type of manipulation. Everything that he has divulged to her about his past he’s given willingly, on his own terms and with no expectations for more on her end. Shirayuki can be patient when it matters, and one of his hands land upon the smooth skin of her pale thigh, the other floating above his head to rest upon the arm of the couch as he exhales a slow sigh.

“Well,” he stares at the ceiling, watching the glints of late morning sunlight dapple against the plaster as his fingertips trace circles against warm flesh. “Long story short, I lost a fight and nearly bled out.”

Her thighs tighten around his hips, and he feels her fingers measure and inspect the marking with a clinical gentleness. “How many stitches?”

Uh…oh, no…. Obi grimaces, preparing himself for the onslaught of her upcoming anger and chastising. She must feel him tense up, because he can sense her eyes upon his face as he timidly mumbles, “None…?” His eyes fly to her face to take in her reaction, to measure just how large of a grave he’s dug for himself.

Green eyes blink at him blankly before she says, “I’m sorry- I don’t understand what you just said.”

Shit. Here it comes. “It uh…it wasn’t exactly something that I could go to a hospital for- what, with the situation and all…” His fingertips press into her skin, pleading with her to have mercy upon his stupid soul for being stubborn and ridiculous years ago.

Instead of blowing up at him, for lecturing him on all of his wrongdoings, Shirayuki’s expression goes from blank to soft, leaning down to press a kiss against the puckered flesh. Her breath is warm against his bare skin, her lips soft and kind, pressing against his tense muscle as he bites back a gasp of surprise.

He really should know better by now. She’s not like the other people he’s come to know; she’s never given him grief for the choices that he’s made, choosing instead to accept him for all of his flaws and shortcomings, appreciating all of the little odds and ends that make him who he is.

Obi sits up a little and watches her with anxious breath. Red hair tickles and slides along the muscles of his abdomen, her tongue branding him as he hisses and murmurs her name. She maps out every scar and imperfection upon his torso with her lips and tongue, dragging her teeth along his sensitive flesh, her hands settling upon his hips as she works, his breath coming out labored and more quickly as she takes her time. Her lips graze every inch of him, and his hands slide through her hair in order to cup her face and bring her mouth up to his.

Shirayuki kisses him slowly, melts against him with breathy sighs, her tongue trailing along his bottom lip as she presses her palm firmly against the front of his black flannel pajama pants. Obi groans into her mouth, eyelids feeling heavy with lust as he blinks dazedly up at her through the fog in his mind.

She smiles softly down at him as she leans back, glowing in the soft mid-morning light, her unoccupied hand bracing her weight against the clenching muscles of his stomach. She continues to drive him wild as she murmurs, “Any other past wounds that need a little healing?”

Obi manages to smirk up at her before sitting up on his elbows, one of his hands winding through silken strands to urge her back down to him, pulling her lips back to his where they belong. He growls against her mouth, “Plenty,” and swallows her resulting gasp.

anonymous asked:

suffer in silence with red

He doesn’t think he has ever come this close to having a shock-induced heart attack than in that very moment when Lizzy had ripped the door to his car open, loudly shouting “AHA!” in an accusing tone. Strangely, it makes him feel as if he had just been caught doing something - well, no, not illegal. Because that wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. But something which warrants that kind of reaction, anyway.

Squinting against the sudden onslaught of sunlight streaming through the wide-open door and right into his eyes, Red sniffs in indignation as he wordlessly stares at her, inwardly willing his racing heart to calm down even as he patiently waits for an explanation for her behavior.

“I knew something was up when you didn’t make fun of Ressler for thinking that Tajikistan is a country in Game of Thrones.”

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Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS)
Prompt: @starshiphufflebadger1 requested a fic where the reader has freckles and Bones adores them.
Word Count: 1375
None; fluffy through and through!
Rating: Teen+
Author’s Note: This was almost smut. I really, really wanted it to be smut, but I held back because I love the fluff, too.  If there’s an interest, though, I may consider writing an alternate ending!


You’re completely exhausted after your shore leave but you couldn’t be happier as you collapse onto the couch in Leonard’s quarters, the cool fabric of the cushions in stark contrast to the heat of your sun-bronzed skin.  You’ve left your bags over by the door to deal with later and you’re grinning lazily as you beckon Leonard over with a wave of your hand.

“Just let me put a few things away, darlin’,” he calls from across the room.  “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Noooo,” you whine.  “I need you, Lee.  Your luggage can wait.”

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With elements from this + this from @thefandomimagine:

Imagine Chekov getting all nervous and lovey dovey around you because he loves you

Imagine being admitted to the hospital and needing a surgery. But Bones is your doctor and he isn’t going to let you be scared. So he holds your hand as you are put under so you don’t feel alone. Not even for a second.

Originally posted by kylos

Originally posted by missawkwardmarvel

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Of the few cushion plants I bought earlier this year, Scleranthus biflorus seems to be one of the fastest growing, having more than doubled in size over the course of several months! First picture from last week and the second from when I bought it in May. I find this amount of growth quite impressive, but that could just be due to growing mainly cacti! It’s filled out very nicely too, to form a nice compact mound, like a little green hedgehog. 


AN: it’s been two years since i’ve written a fanfic and a few months since i’ve written smut - this is also my first seties so check out the masterlist :))

please like, comment/dm/reblog your opinions and feedback for this story! it would mean so much to me :))

»Chapter Two

Originally posted by sugagifs

pairing: yoongixreader
word count: 2k
warnings: smut;

|| song in the chapter: Rhythm by Selena Gomez

One more drink.

I whispered those words to myself, inaudibly. I seldom enjoyed the flavourous sting of alcohol, but one drink lead to another, and my thoughts were now out of reach; beyond my control. The thirteenth glass in my hand felt lighter than the last, and who was to stop me? In a room filled with bejeweled masks, the faceless men and women were all unbeknownst of my presence, nonetheless. Sipping the daiquiri slowly, allowing its essence to linger within me, I swallowed it agonizingly.

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Peter: Shanghai Knights

Summary: Peter Parker was just thinking about ushering in a new era of your friendship. The universe had a similar idea-sort of.

Warnings: cursing, probably

Word count: 3,612

He was jolted awake by a theme song.

The tower was dark, save for the light coming from the television screen in front of him. Peter was the only one in the room, swathed in blankets he didn’t remember grabbing, dressed in a white tee and shorts that definitely weren’t his. He blinked a few times before clutching his eye, puffy and tender to the touch.

Wriggling out of the soft fabric, he gingerly took his arms out, eyes moving around the room to catch sight of anyone.

“Hey, sleeping beauty.”

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Dan teases Phil by walking around the apartment in just his t-shirt and lace panties

alright lil anon so hi my name is griffin and i will be ur server this evening we got a lovely lil sample platter of sin drabbles lined up for u here 2day!! we’ve got domestic af, kinky but cute, and p fuckin kinky enjoy ur reading! if i can be of service in any other way do not hesitate to call

*ps ur gonna wanna open this on ur desktop or using ur phone’s browser bc apparently mobile’s a lil shite so yeah just sayin*

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