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danielaruah This is my morning routine at @ncisla . I get a full body massage while standing and then a glittery pat down. Or a sponge bath, who knows. It really helps me get into character… #episode20 Esta é a minha rotina matinal em #ncisla . Uma massagem de corpo inteiro enquanto de pé e umas festas com brilhantes. Ou um banho de esponja, quem sabe. Ajuda muito para entrar na personagem…

Replacement // A Khal Drogo Imagine

Anonymous said: can you please write a khal drogo one shot there is literally none anywhere and you did an imagine so please

Uh, yes. Definitely. This may be kind of stupid, but yeah.

THIS WAS REQUESTED LIKE MONTHS AGO I AM SO SORRY I AM JUST GETTING AROUND TO IT!

Basically this is an imagine where you take Dany’s place marrying Khal Drogo.

THIS IS REALLY BAD TO BE HONEST BUT IT WAS FUN TO WRITE.

YES THERE WILL PROBABLY BE MORE THAN ONE PART.

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Title: Replacement (Part One?)

Character/Celebrity: Khal Drogo (Game of Thrones)

Word Count: 1802

Rating: T

Warnings: none

Notes: Dothraki will be in italics (sorry if I missed any).

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You & I

pairing: Usnavi/Reader

word count: 1047

warnings: this is centered around a breakup and it also has like 1 or 2 curse words

summary: Daniela adores talking about who’s doing who and why. Of course she’s going to want to know why (Y/N) ended her relationship with her longtime boyfriend.

part 2 is here!

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Serious request

Can you guys message or inbox me tv shows, movies, comics, pages, etc that you find comforting or uplifting or hilarious or just something easy to lose yourself in please…

I’m really struggling to regulate my depression and anxiety today in light of all the shit happening with my job (I may not even have one anymore who knows)…

Any help is greatly appreciated.

Professor- Tom Hiddleston x reader. |Part 2|

Part 1

Sorry if this wasn’t any good :/


Tom closes the door of his car, running a hand through his hair with a nervous sigh. She’ll be there again, she has his class today, and he hadn’t seen Y/n since that night. Of course, he’s seen the girl around campus, but she’s been avoiding him, and he hopes to God that it’s not his fault. Tom fixes his bag on his shoulder, walking through the car park, watching the warm rays of the seven o'clock sun raise up. He usually comes in this early, either to grade papers or to just enjoy the solitude until he has to teach.
He makes it inside, walking to the door of the auditorium where he teaches he unlocks it and walks in. Stopping short when he sees Y/n sitting in her seat looking startled,  "Oh, hello–How’d you get in? The door was locked.“
The girl smiles sheepishly, scratching her cheek, "Oh, right. Locked door.” she mutters, looking away from him.
She broke in, of course.
Tom sighs, walking to his desk to put his bag down, all the while keeping his eyes on her. She slowly gets up from her chair, grabbing the cup that was sitting on her desk, before practically skipping down to him.
“Here you go, it’s still hot.” she says, smiling gently. He gives a confused smile, furrowing his eyebrows, “What’s this?”
“Well, it’s coffee. Payment for Tuesday.”
Tom accepts the cup with a smile, setting it down on his desk, folding his hands in front of him. “Um–Look Y/n, listen about Tuesday night. If I said something that may have caused you to avoid me, I’m sorry.”
Y/n shakes her head, shoving her hands into her jeans pockets, it wasn’t her intention to make him feel like he did something. She just didn’t want to see him, and for the past two days she’d been doing just fine. She thought that maybe if she stayed away from him, she’d somehow abandon her feelings. But of course, none of that nonsense.
“No, no. You didn’t do anything,” she assures him and he gives a relieved sigh, chuckling a bit. “So why–”
“–I can’t tell you okay? It’s just…. it’s complicated.”
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“So, did you get around to asking him out yet?” Y/n’s best friend Danielle asks, handing her a cup of coffee. The one person who actually knew about her crush on her history professor was the one person she could trust. They’ve been best friends throughout their years of high school, and they had decided to go to the same collage. Naturally, they told each other everything, and wouldn’t have to doubt their ability to keep it secret.
Y/n sighs, taking the cup from her hand, “No–he’s my teacher Dani.”
The mocha skinned girl puts her hands up in  defense, dropping back onto the bench. She crosses one jeans clad leg over the other, something she does when she’s about to say something serious.
“I’m not judging you girl, I’m just saying; go for it. He’s not gonna stay single forever.” The two normally spends their lunch in the park, it wasn’t too far from campus, which is incredibly convenient. “I mean, come on. Have you seen him?” the girl gestures at the air wildly with her free hand, causing Y/n to chuckle. “And what about you?” she asks, nudging the dark haired girl with her shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows, “What about that really hot Physics teacher you were crazy about?”
“Hey! Leave Cumberbatch out of this!” Danielle laughs, taking a long drink from her coffee cup,

“Your ears are red Dani,”

“Shut up Y/n.”
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Y/n sat in her normal seat, trying to focus on what her chemistry teacher was saying as he moves about talking about the reactions of certain chemical compounds. But she just couldn’t, her mind would just wander, leaving her not paying attention and staring out the nearest window. She probably should have told him, this would’ve been easier, albeit a lot more distracting. “I doubt what you’re thinking about is more important that what I’m teaching Miss L/n.” her teacher says, snapping the girl out of her daydream, “Oh–Sorry Sir, of course not.” Y/n speaks up, ignoring the giggling and whispering that passed around.
Real mature, Let’s all pretend we’re not in collage.
Later that night, Y/n was staying back a little late to do some work. Though she could do this at her flat she just didn’t feel like going home just yet. That, and a small part of her wants to see Tom again, when she was in his class today, she didn’t spare him a glance, she was too busy trying not to lose her mind. She was still going head strong with the ’if you avoid it you’ll lose it’ thing, but that’s not going very well, obviously. He just seems to be around every corner, with those stupid eyes of his and that stupid smile that she just can’t ignore, no matter how hard she tried.
Y/n sighs, looking over her work one last time before packing up her books, she stuffs them into her bag carelessly, too tired to care and just ready to go home and sleep. Picking up the two books that couldn’t fit into her blue laptop bag, she hugs them to her chest.
She was walking out of the library doors when someone bumps into her from her right, sending her books toppling to the floor. “Is there any way I could bump into you without wrecking something?” The deep voice of her history professor asks, amusement lacing his words. Tom leans down to grab her books that he had clumsily thrown down, “Sorry about that.” he chuckles handing the books back to her, she smiles, “It’s alright, thanks.”
Y/n readjusts the books in her arms, still smiling at him, trying to ignore the heat that had quickly flushed her cheeks. Since they were heading in pretty much the same direction, they walk out together. “You’re here late,” Tom says, looking ahead of himself, “Uh, yeah. I was just getting some last minute work done.” Y/n answers, feeling herself relax. He hums in response, stopping briefly to open the door for her.
The two walk out through the car park, walking in a somewhat awkward silence. Tom stops by his cars, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “You know, I could drive you home… if you’d like that.”
Y/n smiles at the man, while trying to keep her cool and not
shuffle nervously on her feet. If he only knew what he did to her.
“Yeah, thanks,”  she answers, and Tom smiles back, unlocking the car and opening the door for her to get in.
Ever the gentleman
Tom, feeling elated, walks to the other side and gets in. He had offered just to spend time with her, as little as it may be, considering that she doesn’t live very far from campus. But his intentions are good, it’s late, and anything could happen, to a girl like her especially. He’d rather drive her home than risk that.
He starts up the car as she buckles in, and Tom thinks of some way to make small talk. “So, how was your classes?” he asks as he pulls out the car park and start down the road. He nervously drums his fingers on the steering wheel, “They were alright, I did get caught in Chemistry daydreaming….” Y/n gives a nervous laugh, Turing her head to stare out of the window. “Daydreaming? About what?” Tom asks, genuinely curious, looking at Y/n from the corner of his eye.
You.
“Oh you know. Stuff worth not listening to Mr Scott drone on.” Tom chuckles at this, shaking his head a little, “Fine, don’t tell me.”
She was almost home, and how he knew where she lived is mystery in itself. Half of the ride there was nothing but awkward tension, because neither of them knew what to say, and what they wanted to say was left unsaid because they were both afraid of the other rejecting them. Of course they could just throw that out of the window and to hell with rejection, just to get it over with and out. Or, continue with loving from afar and not risk what they already have, which isn’t much–but enough.
As they stop at a red light, Tom cleats his throat.
Perhaps I shouldn’t, he thinks, already regretting his decision to draw attention to himself. “L-look. Um. Y/n, there’s something you must know.”
Shut up Thomas. His brain tries to stop himself from saying something he’d forever regret, but his heart has other plans.
Do it.
“I–” his heart pounds in his ears, his palms gripping the steering wheel so tightly they turned white. Y/n puts a gentle hand on his arm, “It’s alright Tom.”
His blue eyes snap to hers, this is the first time she’s called him by his name, and he must admit, he likes the way it sounded coming from her. Something he could get used to, if he doesn’t mess this up. “If it makes you feel better, I have something to tell you too.”
Take a deep breath, Y/n. Don’t blow it.
“Okay,” Tom says, not taking his eyes off the road as the light changes back to green. He turns up Y/n’s street, and pulls up in front of the flat complex she lives in. He takes a breath, and Y/n gives a reassuring squeeze. “How about this. You come up, and we could watch a movie and talk?” Y/n offers, with a sweet smile he couldn’t ignore and an offer he couldn’t refuse. The awkwardness around then cleared up a bit as they took the lift up to the fifth floor, Y/n leads Tom to her flat, thanking God that she took the time to clean up yesterday. “Uh,
yeah, come on in.”
Walking in, she drops her keys into the small light blue bowl before walking into the living room, “Make yourself at home, I’ll go make some tea,” the girl gestures at her couch against the far right wall, smiling in thanks, Tom sits.
As Y/n walks into her small kitchen, Tom sat, nervously shaking his leg.
Trying to figure out a way to tell her, but of course, he just can’t let the doubt slip by unnoticed. What if she doesn’t return his feelings? How embarrassing would that be?
“You could pick the movie if you like,” Y/n’s voice calls from the kitchen, “They’re in the box by the telly.”
After setting up the movie and bringing out snacks, Y/n and Tom settled on the couch, watching the Lion King. Halfway through the movie, the two were laughing and getting used to each other’s company, and singing along to every song that popped up. They we’re having such a good time that Y/n had almost forgotten that Tom had something to tell her. “So, What did you want to tell me Professor?”
Tom stiffens, Scar’s song now background noise, Right. That.
“Perhaps, if I showed you?” He asks quietly, causing Y/n to give him a confused smile, but she nods anyway. He moves closer to her, raising a hand to cup her cheek. Y/n heart slams against her rib cage, he’s not gonna k– the feeling of his soft lips touching hers in a gentle kiss made her thought process come to a grinding halt.
But she kisses back, her fingers finding his chestnut hair, tugging slightly. They smile at each other after the kiss ends, “Can we stop being so awkward now?” Y/n asks with a chuckle, and Tom nods, kissing her again.

(Extended ending)

A soft knock on the door of Y/n’s flat woke Tom the next morning, he sleepily smiles at the girl curled up next to him on the couch. He raises a hand, brushing back the hair that had fallen in her face, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
The knock comes again, and Tom slowly untangle her arms from around him, getting up to go see who was at the door at the ungodly hour of six o'clock. When he gets to the door and opens it, the girl on the other side was holding a silver key. Her friend, Danielle, apparently just about to let herself in.
“What…. ” she says, her brown eyes wide as she looks him over and Tom panics, because he was only in his boxers and a grey tee.
The girl slowly smiles, “No way.. I’m so going to kill her.” She rushes past him, and into the living room where Y/n was sleeping. Tom pulls the door close, quickly following after her, “I can explain me being here.” Tom starts, but closes his mouth when Danielle yanks the sheets off Y/n, who was startled awake by the action. The sheets were still tangled around her legs, so that pulled her off her couch.
Danielle lets out a sigh of relief seeing that her best friend was still fully clothed, “Oh Thank God.” Y/n looks at Tom, completely confused, then back at her friend, “Dani…what…?”
“You said you’d call last night when you were at the library. But you didn’t and I panicked, I thought you were dead.” Y/n rolls her eyes at the over dramatic girl, getting up off the floor. “No, as you can see, totally not dead.”
Danielle nods, stopping to look over at Tom, who stood there looking quite uncomfortable, he gives a small wave before disappearing into Y/n’s kitchen.
“Clearly I missed something. I thought you were dead and here you are hooking up with tall dark and British.” She smiles, “My baby is all grown up, making moves and stuff.” Danielle says, wiping a nonexistent tear from under her eye.
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Dany x Reader x Drogo...

Word Count: 1,673

Warning: SMUT, NSFW, Incest

((Mmm I like this well enough, threesomes aren’t something I’m very good at but I did my best! Haha I hope you all enjoy))

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woefullyobsoleteshoelace  asked:

Hullo, Madame Sandwich! I hope you're having a lovely day. I didn't find this on your FAQ or Resources page, and I'm not sure if this counts as a WCIF, but I thought I'd ask anyways: I was just wondering what Reshade preset/setting you use (or used) for your Not So Berry challenge? No worries if it's your own personal settings you don't feel like sharing. Thank you for your help!

Hello! I can’t remember if I’ve answered this before or not so let’s answer it again lol I use a Reshade preset I made myself, combined with @dani-paradise‘s Warm n Colourful Photoshop action and Topaz Clean and DeNoise =D

Daenerys x Female Reader

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Imagine loving, passionate sex with Dany where you get so lost in the moment it becomes rough and wild.

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\ Request from anonymous /

Hellllloooooo my friend I am in serious need of daenerys targaryen smut with a female reader 😍 maybe they have been longtime lovers (so reader can replace daario) and care about each other a lot but also have pretty rough sex lol (cuz come on dany is wild) thxxxxx 😍😍

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Stamina

 

I submitted this to sexayladiessexualfrustrations.

 Pairing: Danielle/Eleanor/Ariana/(Y/N)

(Y/N)’s POV

Today was my best friend Ariana’s birthday. She was having a sleepover, having invited me, Eleanor Calder, and Danielle Peazer. Danielle and Eleanor were picking me at my house on the way to Ariana’s house. My palms got sweaty just thinking about being in the same room as Ariana. Ever since I could remember, I’d had a massive crush on Ariana.

I went out to the car once I saw Dani and El pull up in my driveway. Once I got in the back seat, I set Ariana’s gift onto my lap, refusing to look at Dani from the rear-view mirror, although I could feel that she was watching me. Sometimes I could swear she knew that I liked Ari.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Dani greeted. “How’re you?”

“I-I’m good.” I stammered, glancing only a second at the mirror, to see a smirk on her face.

As Dani drove down the street to Ari’s house, Eleanor burst out with, “I can’t wait to see the look on Ari’s face when I give her, her gift.” She giggled. “She’s gonna flip.”

“What is it?” I asked curiously.

“You’ll see.” Dani replied, seeming to know what it was.

Later on once we got to Ari’s house, we sat in a circle on the floor, waiting for Ari to open her gifts. She opened mine, then went to open Eleanor’s. I watched Danielle’s face. She seemed cocky– and so did Eleanor.

“Oh my god!” Ari squealed as she pulled her gift out of the bag. I was shocked to see that it was a bright pink dildo. “How’d you know that’s exactly what I wanted?” She joked.

Eleanor smirked. “I don’ know. I just figured you needed it.”

“Wanna try it out?!” Danielle asked.

“Right now?” Ari giggled, blushing softly.

“I think you should. Don’t you think she should, (Y/N)?” Danielle said to me. “I think it’d be really hot to watch. And I think you should help her.”

“Uhm.” I stammered. “Why don’t we play truth or dare instead?" I suggested, looking over at Ariana.

Ari nodded quickly.

Half-way through the game of truth or dare, it was my turn.

”(Y/N), truth or dare?“ Eleanor asked.

"Dare.” I said.

“We’re all friends here, so let’s see how much stamina you have.” She smirked, crawling over to me.

“And how do you want me to do that?”

She leaned closer, the smirk perfectly fixed on her face. “You’re gonna scissor with Ariana for as long as you can.”

I gulped. “O-okay.”

“I have a better idea.” Dani smirked. “Why don’t we see who can scissor the longest?”

“I like that idea.” Eleanor agreed.

Ariana and I glanced at each other. Believe me, I wanted more than anything to have Ari under me, but I didn’t want it to be for a dare or a challenge. I wanted it to be something we were willing to do. But, having this opportunity… I wasn’t gonna miss out on it. I went over to Ariana as I watched her undress, feeling myself get wet. I noticed that Eleanor and Danielle didn’t take any time in undressing.

I stripped off my clothes and gently laid Ari onto her back, lining my pussy up to hers. She looked up at me, a smile playing around her lips.

“Are you guys ready?” Eleanor asked, looking over at us as she straddled Danielle’s waist. “Go.”

I grinded my pussy down onto hers, trying my best to hold back a moan as our clits brushed against each other. I didn’t want her to think I was enjoying it. It wasn’t until I heard Ari moan softly underneath me that I realized she enjoyed it. It fueled my desire, causing me to grip her hips and grind my pussy into hers harder, moaning softly.

“Oh, yeah, El! Harder! Right there, fuck!” Dani screamed, throwing her head back and moaning.

“Shit.” Ari whispered, making me smirk. “God, yes.”

I leaned back onto my hands as Ari sat up a bit, rubbing her clit into my pussy. “Ari!” I moaned, throwing my head back.

“Like that, baby?” She moaned softly, seeming to thrust her clit to my pussy, the way she thrusted making it feel like she was trying to hit my g-spot.

“Yes, Ari! Fuck!” I whined, rubbing my pussy onto hers quicker and harder, moaning loudly. “Fuck fuck!” I yelled, feeling myself getting close. “Fuck!”

Ari pushed me onto my back, taking control and holding my hips down, roughly thrusting her pussy to mine. "Ohh, (Y/N), fuck.“ Ari moaned, slowing down her movements. "Cum, baby.”

Almost on command, I moaned loudly, yelling out swear words and shouting her name. "Fuck!“ I yelled as she continued to rub her pussy onto mine. I was oversensitive, still recovering from my first orgasm.

"Shit, Dani!” Eleanor screamed.

I looked over, seeing Dani plunging two fingers into Eleanor’s dripping pussy. I moaned at the sight, more turned on than I was before. “Fuck.” I said, watching as Ari closed her eyes tightly, moaning as well.

“I’m gonna–” Before she could finish her sentence, Ari came, her juices dripping all over my pussy. “Fuck.” She whined. “Fuck, (y/n).”

Ariana continued gripping my hips, thrusting quicker. I moaned loudly, feeling myself ready to cum again. Danielle continued thrusting her fingers into Eleanor’s pussy, Eleanor moaning loud.

“Dani! Fu–” She let out a whiney moan before all of her cum dripped off of Dani’s fingers.

“Fuck, fuck.” Danielle came next, shouting and quickly rubbing her clit against Eleanor’s leg until she came down from her orgasm.

Me and Ari continued until we both came again. Not only did we win the challenge, but we also became girlfriends that night.

Sorry if it sucks.

 

 

 

Daenerys x Female Reader

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Imagine being reunited with Dany after accidentally separating from her at the wedding to Khal Drogo…

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I’m requesting a Daenerys fluff in which the reader and her were friends in Pentos before she got married to Khal Drogo and get reunited when the reader is the only other female sailor on Yara Greyjoy’s crew cause I live for dany!

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