dizzy yes

anonymous asked:

I keep looking at that gif set where Niall holds up his hand and his palm looks so fucking huge and keep thinking about how good it'd fell to have it wrapped around your neck while he was fucking you so hard it starts making you dizzy

YES picture this: hes fucking you from behind, both his big hands wrapped around your ass, watching himself fuck into you. and you’ve got your head buried in the bed, fingernails clawing at the sheets as he thrusts, harder bc he likes hearing your forced moans and the sound of his hips slapping against your ass. but you almost cant breathe, not enough to be loud for him and you feel the spread of his hand slide up the arched slope of your back and you’re preparing to feel it tangle into your hair, bc for niall, he loves to curl a fist in when hes devouring you like that but he doesnt, his sticky palm drags past your shoulder and over the side of your neck and before you can even choke out a shallow whimper, you feel his large hand wrap itself around the front of your throat. he squeezes gently, just to make sure you are aware of him and that hes not going to hurt you and you swallow hard against his palm, your eyes pinching shut as you begin to feel him start to pull you up towards him. your hands stretch down the sheets, your palms pushing to the bed to help raise yourself up as his lean sweat coated body meets you half way, his chest pressing to your back. his hips are still thrusting, but they’ve slowed a bit, long circled pumps in and out of you, to the point where you can feel the pulse of his cock against your inner walls and its driving you insane, making you tremble and gasp for needed air. he leans his face down, nestling it to the side of yours as his hand locks firmer around your throat, his other big hand having slid up from your ass to grip around your waist, holding you steady. his hot breath surges across your face, your wild hair stuck across the dampened skin and he chuckles a bit, knowing exactly how hes making you feel as he continues to slowly fuck into you. tiny cries start to edge up from your throat, his grip growing tighter around you. “louder baby,” he whispers, pushing himself deeper inside you, “louder for me…wanna fuckin’ hear ya…” and you curdle out a broken moan at his encouragement, the sound bouncing off his bedroom walls as he starts to move his hips even faster. “more,” he instructs, his hand slipping down from your waist to settle between your legs as he begins to rub at you. another loud moan crackles from your throat at the intense feeling, the strong clench of his big hand around your bared neck forcing your head back to his broad shoulder, his hot mouth now attaching to the side of it. “thats it, love…” he breathes out, your body falling to his mercy and shaking uncontrollably under his. he sucks across your skin, your eyes rolling back as more broken cries leave your slackened mouth and all it takes is the urging of Niall’s agile fingers and the skilled thrust of his slim hips before you are coming around him, screaming his name louder than you ever have before. 

IS MY BINDER TOO TIGHT?

• Does it hurt to take a deep breathe? Yes? Then it’s too Tight

• Do you feel dizzy? Yes? Too tight

• Do you have bruising and is it sensitive to the touch? Yes? Too tight.

• Do you have pain for several hours or days after binding? Yes? Too Tight.

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You acted like the bad guy in front of her, but I know you’re hurt inside. I was aiming for that.

I Meant It

Drabble Prompt: “The sticky stuff you’re referring to is blood.”  

Pairing: Jared x Reader

A/N: I don’t remember who requested this prompt. I hope you see this, whoever you are lol.


“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Jared grumbles under his breath, panic quickly setting in.

“Y/N?! Are you ok?”

You’re barely able to open your eyes, you hear your boyfriend’s voice but can’t find the words to respond. This is what you get for trying to spice up your fucking sex life.

“I’m all sticky.” You whine reaching behind your head, feeling a weird gooey substance.

“The sticky stuff you’re referring to is blood.” Jared responds softly trying not to alarm you.

“That’s ok.“ You mutter with your eyes fluttering closed, causing Jared to let out a heavy sigh.

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anonymous asked:

ah okay can u do one where tyler is the reader's upstairs neighbor and he plays the piano every night and it puts the reader to sleep, but then one night he stops and the reader can't sleep so she goes up and knocks on his door??

TYLER JOSEPH IMAGINE

As soon as you sit down to eat, it starts.  But you planned it that way, so you smile to yourself.  You feel your entire body relax, as you inhale deeply, picking up your fork once your shoulders had fallen.  Your foot starts tapping as you try to follow the same rhythm as the keys playing above.

It’s a beautiful piece tonight. Yesterday was much faster and upbeat, but tonight it’s slow and almost sort of sad. You try to hum along.

You moved in about three months ago, your last place was just too far from your school, and it’s been incredible. You love it.   It’s a good size, rent is cheap, and there’s also your upstairs neighbor who, every night at 7:30, without falter or fail, plays the piano beautifully for hours until you’re in bed, the rhythmic melody helping you fall asleep.

You never really spent a lot of time thinking about who was playing upstairs.  Probably some old man or lady, you didn’t see how anyone below the age of 30 would have enough time to play a piano for hours on end.

That night, much like many others, you finished your dinner and fell asleep to the sound of your neighbor and their piano.

You can’t sleep, you’ve been tossing and turning since your head hit the pillow.  This was the fourth night the piano hadn’t been played.

You’d just gotten so accustomed to listening to the notes every evening, you didn’t realize how much you had grown to depend on it until now. You knew you were going to wake up exhausted and grouchy. This is all your neighbor’s fault.

It’s 7:34 PM on a Thursday night and you’ve found yourself standing in front of your upstairs neighbor’s door. You honestly didn’t know what you were going to say, but you were feeling reckless and impulsive after running on hardly any sleep this week.  Frankly, at this point, you didn’t really care. What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Before you knew it, you’re knocking on the door, eyes looking to the crack in the bottom of the door where you can see a small peak of a shadow.

“Who is it?” The person asks, his voice is muffled but it’s definitely a guy.

“Uh-your downstairs neighbor?” you try to say but it comes out as a question, this isn’t weird, right? Neighbors knock on their neighbors doors asking them to keep playing their piano, right? Right.

“Anne? Are you sick-Oh.” And what.

He’s not old, is the thing. The first thing you see is feet covered in speckled, gray socks, followed by black jeans, a hooded sweatshirt, and a hand holding a bitten slice of pizza with a bandage. Uhh—

“You’re not Anne.” The boy says, his voice light, yet raspy.

“Anne-um. Moved. Sorry, am I in the right place? 34 B?” you ask because this pretty brown eyed, soft haired, boy cannot possibly be the anonymous piano player.

“Yeah…Can I help you?…” He asks, his unoccupied hand coming to rest on the open door and holy shit you can see a glimpse of a grand piano right behind him in his living room. What the hell?

“Piano?” you stupidly say, like that makes any sense. The boy turns around to look at his instrument and looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” He asks, one of his eyebrows raising, expecting an answer. God, he’s gorgeous.

“You stopped playing— I used to hear you? Downstairs?” you say and this is why you need to figure out what the hell you’re doing before going and actually doing it.

“Oh my piano.. yeah, I’m kinda taking a break from playing, sorry if it’s annoying or whatever, but I pay extra for this place to let me to play—"

“No, no! I love it!” you say, almost desperately, “I just-“ you stop to bite your lip and think for a second, “this is weird, but—“ you stop before disclosing the fact that the man’s music helps you sleep. “I actually miss it,” you say instead.

“Oh!” he says, almost surprised, “my hand though… see?” The boy huffs out a laugh as he raises his right bandaged hand that’s holding the pizza.

“Is that from playing too much?” you ask.

“The cost of playing an instrument, you know? I’m Tyler.” He extends his good hand for a shake and you can’t believe this. The mysterious piano player is a young, hot dude. What?

“I’m Y/N!” you reply, shaking his hand.  You can’t help but notice how well your hands fit together so nicely.

“Y/N,” He starts, biting off a piece of pizza and continuing with his mouth full, “Do you want a slice of pizza?”

And, come on. It’s free pizza, You’re not going to say no.

You hit it off after that night. You kept having excuses to go back to see Tyler, the first time you brought Tyler a batch of your home made cookies, “a repayment for the pizza,” you had said and Tyler grinned and pulled you inside, grabbing two cups and filling them up with milk.

You learned more about Tyler every time you hung out, too. You found out Tyler is hilarious, he’s also sarcastic, he’s only been playing the piano since he was nineteen and has a band with his friend. That one you couldn’t believe at first, the way Tyler had said it so casually was surprising.  

The next time you’re knocking, there seems to be a lot of commotion going on in Tyler’s apartment.  But he answers, nonetheless.

“Y/N!” he greets with a smile.  

“Hey,” you say, apprehensively.  You hear the voices of at least two or three other people in the apartment.  

“I just thought I’d say hi— didn’t know you had people over-“

“No, no, no! Come in! Meet my friends!” he says, opening the way for you to walk inside.  

You’re uncomfortable.

The thing is; you don’t do this kinda thing very often. Your only friend is a girl from school, but even then, you only hang out at school.

When you entered Tyler’s apartment, you see three other guys standing around.  

“Y/N, this is Mark,” he points to a sandy-haired boy with a goofy grin, “Michael,” there’s a buff man holding a beer, “and Josh,” the yellow hair and bright smile gave away his identity as the other half to Tyler’s band.

You smile nervously and wave, feeling awkward just standing around. But soon after introductions, they carry on with whatever video game they were playing.  

“Come on in, Y/N. Don’t be shy!” Tyler says softly. He goes and sits on the soft, patting on the spot next to him. “Come sit, there’s enough space!”

There isn’t space enough. Well, not really at least. The sofa is more of a love-seat, and you end up pressed right against Tyler. He doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, and when he casually  throws his arm around your waist after a few minutes, you start to relax.

It ends up being a really good night. You try a few rounds of Mario-Cart but stop, because you end up being so horrible. You don’t mind though.  You’re perfectly content with just watching the other guys play while you’re cuddled close to Tyler. You can’t really remember the last time you’ve had so much fun. They’re all constantly making jokes and telling stories and laughing, and you feel so carefree, almost like you’re floating.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep, cause when you open your eyes, it’s to Tyler slowly caressing your cheek. “Wakey, wakey,” he says softly with a chuckle.

You slowly blink and then move to sit up straight. “Oh,” you say, slightly dazed. “Did I fall asleep?”

Tyler nods. “Yeah, about an hour ago. The guys just left though, so I figured it was about time I woke you up. I’m sorry though.. You looked really peaceful, sleeping.”

You look at how your legs are strangling Tyler’s and notice how you’re perfectly curled into his side. You blush, but are too sleepy to be embarrassed about it. “’m sorry,” you mumble. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I’ll- uh..” you yawn. “I’ll go home then.”

Tyler smiles. “I didn’t mind. It was quite comfy, actually.  Come on,” he says. “I’ll walk you out.”

You make your way to the front door. When Tyler opens the door, you turn around to thank him.

“Thank you for letting me hang out. And like, letting me sleep on you, I guess. I had a really good night,” you say, still slightly blushing.

Tyler either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about embarrassment. “No problem. I had a really good night too.” He bites his lip and then raises his hand to touch yours. It’s a light brush, but you feel sparks of electricity spike through you.

You’re about to start nodding, when Tyler leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “See you soon?”

You’re baffled, but somehow you manages to mutter out a “yes” before walking away.

Later, when you’re alone in your own bed, you replay the kiss in your head so many times you start getting dizzy. And yes, you think, you could totally get used to this.

The next day, Tyler’s the one knocking on your door.  You’re surprised, but even more so when he asks you out for coffee with him.  

After ten minutes of scrambling around looking for shoes and your wallet, you’re out the door, heading down the street.  There’s a cozy cafe on the corner and Tyler holds the door for you.  You let out a sigh of relief after getting shelter from the cold.

You sit in a small booth near the front window and cradle your cup of hot chocolate between your fingers as you watch people walk by.

Tyler makes sure to keep the conversation going, and there’s never really a dull moment.

You’re laughing loudly when Tyler reaches out at your face. You freeze in your seat as you feel his thumb sweep softly over your lip.

Tyler smiles and pulls his hand back. “You had a little chocolate-moustache, sorry.”

You smile back, but look down, blushing hard.

Tyler takes a breath. “Okay, look at me for a second please.”

You raise your head and carefully stare at Tyler, trying not to get lost in his breathtaking brown eyes.

“I like you,” Tyler then says.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your hands freeze where they’re laying near Tyler’s. “You…” you mumble, but it sounds more like a question.

Tyler’s eyebrows climb high on his forehead. “Like you, yes.” He says, nodding in affirmation, eyes widened with anticipation.

Tyler smiles again, “Man, I thought I was being obvious. I like you, and I’m not afraid to admit that to anyone.” He laughed softly. “I’m sorry for springing this on you like this, because I have no idea how you even feel about me, but-“

You interrupt him, “Seriously?” The surprise is clear in your eyes. “I have a huge crush, I mean the size of Everest on you, Tyler.”

For the first time that day, Tyler seems taken back a bit. “Well, I mean- I guess I didn’t want to assume anything?”

You laugh, “Can I tell you something?” you ask, fixing your eyes back on Tyler.

He nods carefully.

“Your piano playing helps me sleep,” you sigh, “I used to curl up in bed and listen every night, it soothed me.  When you stopped, I couldn’t fall asleep, I just tossed and turned.  That’s why I came up that night— to see why you stopped.”

Tyler just stared at you with a fond look on his face. “It put you to sleep?” He says smiling.

You’re suddenly hit by a wave of shyness, “Yeah…” you mumble, it sounded stupid.  

“Y/N?” Tyler says softly, and you look up at him again. “Can I kiss you?” he continues, voice barely more than a whisper.

Your heart stops for a second, before you slowly nod. “Honestly? I’d be really disappointed if you didn’t.”

Tyler leans forward and softly presses your lips together. He tastes like mocha and every wonderful thing in the world, and you think that this is probably the best first kiss someone could ever have.

Later that night you’re curled up into Tyler’s side, listening to the rise and fall of his chest.  You sigh in frustration, finding that you, once again, cannot sleep.

“I really wish your hand wasn’t hurt— then you could play for me,” you pout, poking your lip out and looking up at him.

He chuckles, giving you a small squeeze before disclosing, “You know I can sing, right?”

You furrow your eyebrows, racking your brain for the conversation where he told you that… But you can’t recall.  You would’ve remembered.  You would’ve made him demonstrate.

“You never told me that—“

“Would you like me to sing to you?  Then maybe you could fall asleep?”

You nod into his chest, burying your face into the fabric of his shirt before saying, “Yes, please.”

Tyler clears his throat lightly before starting to sing— and it’s beautiful.  At first, your chest fills up with so much admiration for Tyler that sleep is the last thing on your mind.  But he continues and his soft tune mixed with the feeling of his hand running up and down your back softly, has you calming down.  Your eyes soon grow heavy and after only a couple of verses, you’ve drifted off into a deep, sleep.  

2

He held me hard against him then, without speaking, and I could feel the pulsebeat in his throat, hammering like my own. His hands went to my bare shoulders, and he held me slightly away, so that I was looking upward into his face. His hands were large and very warm, and I felt slightly dizzy.

“I want ye, Claire,” he said, sounding choked. He paused a moment, as though unsure what to say next. “I want ye so much— I can scarcely breathe. Will—” He swallowed, then cleared his throat. “Will ye have me?” 

By now I had found my voice. It squeaked and wobbled, but it worked.

Yes,” I said. “Yes, I’ll have you.”

“I think …” he began, then stopped. He fumbled loose the buckle of his kilt, but then looked up at me, bunching his hands at his sides. He spoke with difficulty, controlling something so powerful that his hands shook with the effort. “I’ll not … I can’t … Claire, I canna be gentle about it.” 

I had time only to nod once, in acknowledgment or permission, before he bore me back before him, his weight pinning me to the bed. 

He did not pause to undress further. I could smell the road dust in his shirt, and taste the sun and sweat of travel on his skin. He held me, arms outstretched, wrists pinioned. One hand brushed the wall, and I felt the tiny scrape of one wedding ring chiming against the stone. One ring for each hand, one silver, one gold. And the thin metal suddenly heavy as the bonds of matrimony, as though the rings were tiny shackles, fastening me spread-eagled to the bed, stretched forever between two poles, held in bondage like Prometheus on his lonely rock, divided love the vulture that tore at my heart.

1.09 The Reckoning

feverhalo  asked:

One shot oneshot prompt: someone was talking about ear infections the other day&how theyre super underused so maybe Lance with a mild ear infection but he ignores it thinking that its residual pain from a loud explosion on a mission until it gets so bad & his fever is really high where he just gets doubled over in pain from it&all he can manage is "guys... help" before he goes incoherent from pain/fever (bonus points if he pins his bad ear to the wall bc its cold&solid & it hurts & hes so dizzy)

omG yes I love this

I’m actually gonna combine it with 

Fic below!

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bleep0bleep  asked:

mchaleinski prompt: scott and stiles have an ice cream shop and then derek opens one up across the street. rivalry but also crushes!

Derek Hale/Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 2004
Human AU, Mutual Pining, Ice Cream Parlors, Established Scott/Stiles, POV Stiles, Polyamory,

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‘Look at him. Just look at him! With his stupid novelty flavours and his stupid artsy signs and his stupid muscles and his stupid smile.’

Scott snorts.

‘What?’ Stiles asks, turning away from the window.

‘That’s the fastest you’ve ever gone from insulting to complimenting,’ Scott says.

‘I am not complimenting our nemesis! I’m assessing his assets so I know where to strike.’

‘Dude, Derek hasn’t been our nemesis since he let us store our ice cream at his when our power went out.’

‘Lies,’ Stiles huffs in protest, but he can’t help the little smile that tugs at his lips at the memory.

It had been at the end of a very hot, and therefore very busy, day in their ice cream shop. Stiles was cleaning in the back, Scott out to get dinner, when the power suddenly went out. Their building’s wiring isn’t exactly stellar, so it happens every now and then. No big deal. Except, they hadn’t gotten any new fuses after the last time. Stiles had panicked a little at the thought of all the lost ice cream. He’d been standing in the front of the shop with his hands in his hair, when Derek knocked on the door, wondering if everything was okay. Stiles hadn’t really met Derek yet, even if Scott kept encouraging him to go across the street and say hello. Derek hadn’t hesitated to offer his own freezer when Stiles told him what happened.

Later that night, when they got back home after dinner with Derek, Stiles had grudgingly admitted that Derek wasn’t as evil as he’d thought.

‘Just admit you miss him,’ Scott says.

‘What are you standing around for?’ Stiles glares in the face of Scott’s knowing smirk. ‘You can analyse my behaviour and lock up at the same time.’

Scott walks backwards to the door, his knowing grin still trained on Stiles.

They clean the front in companionable silence. Which for them means singing along to the radio and using the cleaning supplies as instruments. This is Stiles’ favourite part of the day. It’s just him and Scott, in the shop they started, goofing off, relaxing after a long day of scooping ice cream and dealing with people. Even with the goofing off, they’ve been doing this long enough that they’re perfectly in sync and it never takes long.

Stiles is double checking their inventory, while Scott gathers all the towels, cloths, and aprons that have to be laundered.

‘I do miss him,’ Stiles finally admits. He closes the fridge and sits down heavily in a chair.

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impatience || cody christian

description: in which your inability to exercise patience comes back to bite you in the ass

warnings: light bondage, spanking, dom/sub themes, choking, dirty talk, swearing, oral (female on male), orgasm denial, everything that takes place in this work is completely consensual

notes: part three of my punishments series (part one, part two). thank you to the anon that gave me the idea for the beginning of this work!

“Wait for me.” 

Three simple words. Not a request, not a question, but a command. Wait. You knew that when you were told to do something, you were expected to obey. But you were impatient to the highest extent, and although part of you, the good girl in you, wanted to obey, the defiant part of you didn’t want to wait. 

You knew that you would surely get into trouble for disobeying so deliberately, but in the heat of the moment, you couldn’t be bothered to care. You didn’t think Cody was being very fair. He’d teased the hell out of you, made your head spin, turned you into a dripping wet mess. 

Then he’d walked away, wicked smile on his face as he told you to wait. 

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TEENAGE DREAM

Authors Note: OKAY GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST IMAGINE (Or fanfic or whatever you want to call it, like I said I AM NEW.) Please be gentle with me, and truly any feedback would be great! :)

You waited in line for your first “meet and greet”. You weren’t exactly sure how they worked or what was going to happen or even how much time you would even get to talk to him, but you felt excited for your best friend. Celie had loved Shawn for years, she loved to talk about how she knew about him before his MAGCON days, whatever that was. If you were being completely honest, the only reason you were actually at this concert was to accompany Celie as you watched all her dreams come true…And the fact that he was the making of a young John Mayer didn’t hurt. As the line inched up you played with your hair, noticing your horrible split ends. Celie on the other hand was wired, you could practically hear her heart beating from a mile away.

“Girl,” you said lightly touching her arm, “you better quit it, you’re gonna start to sweat off your make up.” You said to her with a light giggle.

“I know, I knoooow.” She said with pleading eyes, “But you don’t understand, I can’t believe we are about to meet him!!!”

You laughed, you loved seeing Ce this excited. You inched up in line, only noticing you guys were next because you realized you reached the red tape on the floor. Looking up you felt like you almost had the wind knocked out of you. Your eyes widened staring straight ahead.

“Is that him, Celie?” You said half pointing over at probably the hottest guy in the room.

Celie rolled her eyes, “Yes Y/N, come on now, I’ve showed you soooo many pictures and videos!” She wasn’t lying, she had shown you. But it didn’t do him justice.

“Common, you’re up!“ the bald man shuffling girls along said to us.

The room started spinning. I took a deep breath and felt my body walk forward. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. I watched him turn around to face us, his dark brown eyes locking with mine immediately as Celie ran up to him giving him the biggest hug I have honestly every witnessed. God his eyes looked like chocolate, I thought to myself. Celie squealing brought me back to real time.

“SHAWN. I’m Celie. Wow, I’m sorry I can’t believe I’m meeting you. I brought my friend along as a witness, she knows how long I’ve waited for this!” Celie said jumping up and down as she spoke. It felt like Shawn and I hadn’t taken our eyes off of each other since I walked up to him.

“Aw hey, so nice to see you Celie!” Shawn said breaking our eye contact looking down at her. Then he looked back up at me again, GOD those eyes made me melt, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” He said to me, making my heart skip several beats.

“Y/N, nice to finally meet the guy my best friend is always gabbing about.” You say playfully bumping Celie with your hip. It was something about him that made your jaded heart go thump again. You felt so silly, like a 6 year old fan girl, not that there was anything wrong with that but…about SHAWN? Common Y/N, you said to yourself. You just got out of a horrible and scary relationship, maybe it was just the attention from a kind male that got you hot and heavy.

“You guys excited to hear what I got for you tonight?” He smiled with his stupidly perfect teeth, not breaking eye contact with you. Him staring made you feel compelled to answer, even though Celie was already rambling off about her favorite Shawn songs…

“Beyond.” You said tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, flashing back a smile. “I have a couple favorites off the new album. It’s practically on repeat in our apartment.” You said to him with a laugh. Wow, this boy was really doing things to you…

“Alright ladies, smile!” The photographer said forcing you three into a picture pose. Shawn wrapped his giant arms around your waist resting a hand on your hip. Goosebumps immediately surfaced on your arms which made you blush as you half smiled for the camera. He let go of Celie, then slowly slid his hand to your lower back.

“It was so nice to meet you,” he said looking at you, “And you too, Celie.” he said looking over at your best friend. He said something else to Celie but your head was spinning from his hand still resting on your lower back. Was that on purpose?

“Well, we will see you soon! We have SECOND ROW tickets!!!” Celie said to Shawn matter of fact-ly.

“Amazing,” He said turning back to me with a little grin, “Soon then?”

“Soon.” You said back, hoping there was more meaning to this.

You listened to Celie ramble about Shawn the whole walk over to your seats, “Yeah, he was pretty amazing Ce. So genuine, and sweet.” You said to her still in a daze. He couldn’t have meant more by ‘soon" right? That’s silly. Your head is in the clouds. He’s not going to like a girl he met at a meet and greet. You repeated over and over in your head.

“Y/N,” Celie said grabbing your arm, “as much as I hate to admit this, and it sounds a lil crazy but he seemed a liiiiiiittle bit interested in you, girl.” You snapped out of your daze hearing this.

“Celie, don’t be ridiculous” You said with a half hearted laugh. “I- no, there’s just no way. He probably does this with every girl.” You said shaking your head.

“Hey, I just calls ‘em how I sees 'em.” Celie said shrugging.

So, it wasn’t just you? Celie saw it too? You guys arrived at your seats, wow they were really REALLY close. It was inevitable you would really see each other again. The lights dimmed and the concert stage lights went nuts flying over the crowd showing everybodys faces. Shawn stepped out, looking just as handsome as you remembered 30 minutes ago. Your heart pounded as he began to sing



“I won’t lie to you…..”

Shawn sang as you listened and sang along lightly, but mainly just listening to his voice. Everything about him seemed to be special and unique to you now. His eyes panning the crowd, a huge grin on his face the entire time. You wanted him to look down at you so badly, but he was 500% in the moment and you actually loved that too. He cared about his music and his fans, he really did.

Shawn announced the last song and you felt your heart sink a little, partly because you knew this was going to give you post concert depression and also partly because the little Cinderella story you created in your head never really came true. You quickly snapped out of that though, you were at an amazing concert with your BEST friend having the time of your life.’ Live in the moment, Y/N.’ you said to yourself. You began dancing with Celie, and right before the lights went down you sore Shawn looked at you. The concert ended and everyone shuffled out of the venue. Some girls still screaming, some crying, some wearing their newly bought concert t-shirts. You and Celie walked outside letting the cooler air hit your flushed skin, it felt amazing.

Walking down the steps of the venue you felt Celie grab your arm,  "Ummmm, Y/N….“ She said pointing with her other hand at a man holding a sign that read 'CELIE + Y/N.’ You stared at him with confused eyes, had somebody called you a car? Your mom and other friends knew you drove but that was the only logical thing you could think.

“Uh, hi, we’re Y/N and Celie.” You said walking up to the man holding Celie’s hand.

“Oh, perfect! So glad I found you girls!” The man said, like everything was perfectly normal. “Follow me please.” He continued folding the side and walking back to the venue.

“Wait what? I’m sorry who are you and what’s going on?” You said to the guy squeezing Celie’s hand, a little excited and a little scared.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you girls knew!” He said with a chuckle. “Shawn has kept the venue rented for the night, it’s one of his good buddies, Geoff’s, birthday and they’re throwing a bash inside. There’s a bunch of bounce houses, dancing, you know what all you kids do.” He laughed, “and he said he would love if you could join. I know it’s bizarre but he said you guys were cool.” He shrugged looking between the two of us. I was beside myself, was this really happening, my head went dizzy again.

“YES. WE ARE SO DOWN.” Celie said squeezing my hand practically cutting off my circulation and then yanking me closer to the man almost pulling my arm from it’s socket.

“Sounds good…” I said smoothing my hair and looking down at my outfit. You weren’t sure if jean shorts and a white crop top with converse was appropriate gear for a birthday party but hey, live in the moment. You two ran inside after the guy passing girls who were staring you down, seeming to know the guy who was leading you back into the venue was.

You walked back into the arena, which looked totally redone in the 40 minutes you were outside. There were balloons EVERYWHERE and a good amount of people ages 18-28 hanging out, running around, drinking, playing in the bounce houses, and doing the obstacle courses. It looked SO fun, you were immediately happy with your decision.

“Ahhh, here’s the birthday boy!” the man said grabbing another guys hand pulling him into a hug, “This is Geoff. Geoff this iiiiis…….” he looked down at the sign, “Celie and Y/N, they’re Shawns guests.” He said patting Geoff on the back, “Have fun!” He walked away over to another group of people.

“Celie and Y/N, eh? Nice to meet you two. I was beginning to think I was Shawn’s only friend.” He joked.

“Well, we are very new friends if that counts.” Celie said with a laugh touching Geoffs arm. “Hey, what do ya bet I can double bounce you higher than you can double bounce me….” She said eyeing Geoff.

“Whoaaa are you challenging the birthday boy?!!” He said throwing his hands up, “That’s mighty bold of you Miss. Celie.” He joked. “You’re on.” he said tilting his head towards the bonce houses.

“C'ya later, Y/N!!!” Celie said running over into the sea of bounce houses.

You gave her a half hearted sarcastic wave standing alone in this giant arena. You stood looking around for a minute before you followed your nose to the cotton candy stand. You grabbed a pink tuff, examining your cotton candy you took a fluffy piece in between your fingers. Smiling you put it in your mouth as you swiveled around running into someone, “OH, shit sor-” You said looking up. At Shawn. Fuck.

“Didn’t know 'soon’ meant you trampling me down, cotton candy in hand!” He joked running a hand thru his mildly curly hair. You didn’t remember it being this curly earlier, but you loved it.

“Well, I didn’t know I would be here….with you….eating cotton candy.” You said looking down at the giant pink fluff ball you were holding. He picked a piece off and popped it in his mouth. “Oh yeah, thanks for inviting us by the way. Totally gets you cool points in my book. Especially for having a bounce house. Haven’t seen one of those since…..maybe 5th grade. Shame honesty.” You said snapping back to your sassy sarcastic self.

“Well, you must lead a boring life, Y/N.” Shawn said raising a brow. You couldn’t help but notice the quick up down he gave your body. It made you bite your lip, and pull your shorts down feeling a little self conscious.

“I want to know about you…” Shawn said smiling down at you. 'WHOAAAA!!!! You thought, where is this coming from? Why me? Is he being serious? Is this for a show, there sure are a lot of cameras here. Was this a joke?’ were all questions running thru your mind. He touched your arm, bringing your mind back to reality, “Is that okay with you, Y/N? I know it seems, well, out of left field, but it’s something about you, I dunno. Sounds corny. I know.” He said with a huff looking at me with sort of embarrassed.

“I used to bite my nails?” You said lightly, looking up at him. THAT was the only thing that you could think of, ugh. The two of you started to laugh, “I’m more exciting than that….I swear!” You said trying to revive yourself. There was so much you could tell him about, but your nails? You couldn’t have said your favorite color Y/N? UGH. And the only other thing that was on your mind that month was your past relationship…'That is NOT something you bring up the first time meeting someone. Especially since your ex is well…..terrifying.’ you thought to yourself.

“So tell me….” He said walking over to the stands patting the seat beside him. You looked up followed and sat down looking into his eyes. It was that moment where you just knew this boy was going to change your life forever.

stop the car

standalone; NC-17; fluff and smut; Scully/Reyes; post-Improbable; Monica and Scully have a girl’s night. 

A/N: happy Valentine’s Day! I’m gonna try and get the last part up to love you but you’re green but here’s something else. This is more romantic than I’d care to be but they’re too cute

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“Why not go a little wild with it? Hot pink,” suggests Monica. Her brush strokes are focused and precise, because she will not screw this up, even though she kind of sucks at it.

“Agent Reyes,” Scully warns.

“Or maybe a pretty powder blue.” Her tongue pokes out at the corner of her mouth as she lifts Scully’s right hand to inspect her work. “ Or a sexy Camaro red.”

“Too distracting while I’m carving up the dead.” Scully pulls her hand back and hums appreciatively. “You colored inside the lines.”

“Gross.” They both laugh and Monica recaps the tan polish sitting between them.

It’s a Friday night and William is improbably, blessedly asleep in the nursery. They’d gone through Monica’s bottle of wine and pulled a little something from Scully’s stash before Monica had offered to help her with a much-needed touchup.

“No time to get a manicure with my class schedule,” Scully had explained, holding her hands out gratefully.

This thing where they dress up in their comfiest pajamas and talk about stuff they never really paid any mind to in real life, like Bureau gossip and celebrity crushes, has been going on a little bit, and neither of them knows just how much the other needs it. Scully cannot remember the last time she had another woman as a friend, and had never had one quite so much like herself, unmarried and ambitious and a little turned on whenever she gets to take her gun out. Monica knows she’s never had a friend like Scully, so radiant and mind-numbingly intelligent it rubs off on her in small and large ways, inspires her to be a better agent, a better person.

And so began a new weekly routine, a droplet of normalcy in a drought of the truly bizarre.

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“And what did you want to buy so much?” I asked suspiciously.

He sighed and hesitated for a moment, then tossed the small package lightly into my lap. 

“A wedding ring, Sassenach,” he said. “I got it from Ewen the armorer; he makes such things in his own time.” 

“Oh,” I said in a small voice. 

“Go ahead,” he said, a moment later. “Open it. It’s yours.” 

The outlines of the little package blurred under my fingers. I blinked and sniffed, but made no move to open it. “I’m sorry,” I said. 

“Well, so ye should be, Sassenach,” he said, but his voice was no longer angry. Reaching, he took the package from my lap and tore away the wrapping, revealing a wide silver band, decorated in the Highland interlace style, a small and delicate Jacobean thistle bloom carved in the center of each link. 

So much I saw, and then my eyes blurred again. 

I found a handkerchief thrust into my hand, and did my best to stanch the flow with it. “It’s … beautiful,” I said, clearing my throat and dabbling at my eyes. 

“Will ye wear it, Claire?” His voice was gentle now, and his use of my name, mostly reserved for occasions of formality or tenderness, nearly made me break down again. 

“You needna do so,” he said, looking at me seriously over his cupped palm. “The marriage contract between us is satisfied— it’s legal. You’re protected, safe from anything much save a warrant, and even from that, so long as you’re at Leoch. If ye wish, we may live apart— if that’s what ye were trying to say wi’ all yon rubbish about Laoghaire. You need have little more to do wi’ me, if that’s your honest choice.” He sat motionless, waiting, holding the tiny circlet near his heart. 

So he was giving me the choice I had started out to give him. Forced on me by circumstance, he would force himself on me no longer, if I chose to reject him. And there was the alternative, of course: to accept the ring, and all that went with it. 

The sun was setting. The last rays of light shone through a blue glass flagon that stood on the table, streaking the wall with a shaft of brilliant lapis. I felt as fragile and as brilliant as the glass, as though I would shatter with a touch, and fall in glittering fragments to the floor. If I had meant to spare either Jamie’s emotions or my own, it seemed I was very much too late. 

I couldn’t speak, but held out my right hand to him, fingers trembling. The ring slipped cool and bright over my knuckle and rested snug at the base of my finger— a good fit. Jamie held my hand a moment, looking at it, then suddenly pressed my knuckles hard against his mouth. He raised his head, and I saw his face for an instant, fierce and urgent, before he pulled me roughly onto his lap. 

He held me hard against him then, without speaking, and I could feel the pulsebeat in his throat, hammering like my own. His hands went to my bare shoulders, and he held me slightly away, so that I was looking upward into his face. His hands were large and very warm, and I felt slightly dizzy. 

“I want ye, Claire,” he said, sounding choked. He paused a moment, as though unsure what to say next. “I want ye so much— I can scarcely breathe. Will—” He swallowed, then cleared his throat. “Will ye have me?” 

By now I had found my voice. It squeaked and wobbled, but it worked. 

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I’ll have you.” 

“I think …” he began, then stopped. He fumbled loose the buckle of his kilt, but then looked up at me, bunching his hands at his sides. He spoke with difficulty, controlling something so powerful that his hands shook with the effort. “I’ll not … I can’t … Claire, I canna be gentle about it.” 

I had time only to nod once, in acknowledgment or permission, before he bore me back before him, his weight pinning me to the bed. 

He did not pause to undress further. I could smell the road dust in his shirt, and taste the sun and sweat of travel on his skin. He held me, arms outstretched, wrists pinioned. One hand brushed the wall, and I felt the tiny scrape of one wedding ring chiming against the stone. One ring for each hand, one silver, one gold. And the thin metal suddenly heavy as the bonds of matrimony, as though the rings were tiny shackles, fastening me spread-eagled to the bed, stretched forever between two poles, held in bondage like Prometheus on his lonely rock, divided love the vulture that tore at my heart. 

He spread my thighs with his knee and sheathed himself to the root in a single thrust that made me gasp. He made a sound that was almost a groan, and gripped me tighter. 

“You’re mine, mo duinne,” he said softly, pressing himself into my depths. “Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether ye will it or no.” I pulled against his grip, and sucked in my breath with a faint “ah” as he pressed even deeper. 

“Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach,” he whispered. “I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul.” I struggled slightly and he pressed me down, hammering me, a solid, inexorable pounding that reached my womb with each stroke. “I mean to make ye call me ‘Master,’ Sassenach.” His soft voice was a threat of revenge for the agonies of the last minutes. “I mean to make you mine.”

-Outlander

600 Follower Ficlet (10/10)

I’m going to preface this by saying I was wrong, @ilovetinycreatures!  My spots were NOT full up when you sent in your request, so it has made the list!  My apologies for the confusion!

The request is for Spones with the prompt  “What? You don’t trust me?”

I took some creative licenses with Vulcan physiology (most notably - it’s not defined in canon exactly how Vulcan blood carries oxygen, so I took an idea and ran with it).


Leonard cursed under his breath as Spock stumbled at his side, nearly collapsing, tripping over his own two feet as breathlessness overtook him.  He slowed to a stop himself and put an arm around the Vulcan’s waist, carefully helping him to the ground to rest for a bit.  He towered over Spock, his expression grim as he took in the Vulcan’s pallor and the faintly green tinge of his cheeks.

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lol so dipper has a cut on her ear but i’m not separating anybody bc chances are she was being obnoxious and hella deserved it. hopefully she got knocked down a peg.

kinda proud of whoever got her tbh

I Didn't Mean To Say That part 2 (mature)

Ed slides himself into you slowly at first, letting you adjust to him. The first thrust makes you moan. You’ve been waiting so long. He bends your leg forward, allowing him to go deeper. His eyes roll back with pleasure as you clench your walls tightly around his length.


         “You’re so good,” he says, leaning down to kiss you while thrusting faster. He swirls his hips a bit, driving you wild.


         “Ha- harder please, daddy,” you plead.

         “Since you asked nicely,” he smirks.


         He starts pounding into you relentlessly and that’s exactly what you needed. Each thrust creating a slapping sound that took you higher. He pushes himself in all the way before pulling out and shoving himself back in frantically. His grunts and moans get the best of him and sweat drips down his face.


         “Oh god,” you whimper.


         With a determined look on his face, he presses your bodies completely together, supporting himself with his forearms rested on either side of your head. The new closeness gives you a different, loved and admired feeling. He stares into your eyes until you roll them back and shut them from the quickly building pressure.


         “Are you close, baby?” he grunts while thrusting as fast as he can, creating friction against your clit that gives you a dizzying feeling of ecstasy.


         “Yes, daddy,” you moan loudly.


         His face contorts and twitches when you tighten yourself around him. His thrusts become short, quick and needy.


         “That’s it, babe,” he pants. “Let go.”


         You scream his name and your body tenses as you enter euphoria, your back arched and eyes clamped shut. You moan and your body trembles but Ed doesn’t stop. He rides out your high with you, soon reaching his own. You nibble his neck to send him over the edge and it works.


         “Fuck, babe,” he mutters over and over again in your ear. He lets out short, quick ‘ah’ sounds as he comes. Eventually, he stops and rests his head against your chest while he catches his breath.


         “How was it?” he asks, pulling himself out of you and untying your wrists from the bed posts.


         You wince at the sudden empty feeling and say, “Amazing.” You rub your wrists and giggle to yourself a little bit. You never imagined Ed would be this kinky.


         “You’ve got to tell me about your kinks, love,” he says, rolling over to lie next to you. “That was fucking hot and I wish we had tried it earlier.”


         He pulls a blanket over you two, snuggling into you.


         “Yes, sir,” you say jokingly, smirking at him.


         He laughs and kisses your forehead.

Grant me a kiss - Rhaegar

Pairing: Rhaegar Targaryen x Fem!Reader (who I wished I could’ve turned gender neutral, but it didn’t go together with the request) 

Reguest by @zeetao-hime : Well, if it’s too dark, i’ll change the request =3. The only thing that doesn’t change is Elia’s death, but how she died is your choice. After a few months, everyone is invited to the tourney in Harrenhal and when Rhaegar wins, he names the reader as the queen of love and beauty and proposes to her in front of everyone. Her family wants her to accept (and i still want a kiss in the end)

Note: I completely forgot that he was suposed to ask her in front of everyone, sorry; I hope you like it anyways. And please excuse it there are any errors regarding how the actual event played out, I can’t remember reading much about it and this will probably be as good as it gets from my part. 

Trigger warning: The reader gets a little hurt, there’s a little blood. Nothing bad. 

It was the last day of the tourney in Harrenhal. You had gotten most of the days off, almost everyone in the castle had, and you had used it to the fullest. Preparing yourself a little extra in the morning, to look good for the occasion, then meeting up with your friends to stroll around the area, chat and look in shops. Then finding your seats in good time with your family to enjoy the show.

As your family were nobles, though not the most important ones, you had been arranged with seats that gave you a good view over the arena, Lord Whalter Whent and his maiden daughter for whom this whole party was thrown (and she was still named the Queen of love and beauty, her brothers had defended that title well for her) and the royal family. Prince Rhaegar’s two sons were enthralled by the knights in shining armors already being seen preparing at each end of the arena (and sending each other not so friendly looks). They knew that their father would be up soon, everything they could hope and know to be like. And for a second the music, pretty people and festivities seemed to make them forget that their mother wasn’t sitting beside them.

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