get them while they are hot

anonymous asked:

Would you pretty please tell us in more detail about when Virgil and Roman are being naughty pets together and Logan has to punish Roman?

I can do that

- Virgil is always the one to instigate the naughty play. He doesn’t actually want to get Roman in trouble, exactly. It’s just that Roman is so fun to play with and Virgil loves the way the puppy will like his little cock because it feels so good? Something about the fact that Roman’s clumsy about it when he’s in puppy mode is really hot and Virgil just loves it, he’ll sit on his knees and arch his back and purr while Roman leans down and licks and laps at the head of Virgil’s cock. 

- The other thing they’ll do is sit astride each other’s laps and wriggle and grind together. Roman as a puppy is very prone to humping things, and Virgil knows this, so Virgil will entice Roman to play-wrestle then manage to get them so Virgil is on his back and Roman’s sprawled out on top of him, hip to hip. Virgil will arch into him and the sensation of Virgil’s cock rubbing on his will make Roman’s hips automatically start thrusting, rubbing the pair of them together, which Virgil adores. 

- Virgil will very occasionally climb into Roman’s lap. If Roman is trying to be a good boy, he will resist Virgil’s advances, so Virgil will get a bit more pushy and will straddle Roman’s lap and cling to his neck and rub his cock over Roman’s, panting softly while he does. He’s not as fast or sloppy about it as Roman is; instead, his movements are graceful, slow, and sinuous, as he ripples his body against Roman’s and drags his little cock over Roman’s large one luxuriously. 

- When they are discovered, the most frequent punishment happens as follows: 

Whichever of the two masters discovers the transgressing pair will call the other master and they will each take their pet, pulling them apart by the collar. Patton will gather Virgil up and carry him to the couch, letting him curl up in his lap and gently stroking his cock until Virgil relaxes and arches into a slow, sweet orgasm. 

- Meanwhile, Logan will make Roman stand and watch, while he stands behind Roman and strokes him lightly, always pulling away when it seems Roman is in danger of finishing. He’ll tease and edge him for the duration of Virgil’s own reward, and when Virgil is finished, Logan will attach a cockring to the base of Roman’s cock to keep him from coming. Roman will then be forced to sit at attention for however long Logan decides is necessary for his punishment, his balls aching and his cock desperately hard. Occasionally, Virgil will wander by, lean in and sniff at Roman’s cock, maybe lick a little of the fluid dribbling from the tip, then wander off again, leaving Roman even harder and more desperate. 

- If Logan is particularly disappointed in Roman, he will lightly slap Roman’s balls until Roman’s cock softens enough to be put into a chastity cage. 

- During play, Roman will often go days or weeks without getting to cum. Virgil, meanwhile, is spoiled rotten, and is brought to orgasm after orgasm, usually while the desperately hard up Roman has to watch and suffer in silence. 

things that i like

1. rainy days, wearing a big cozy sweater with fluffy socks underneath, getting a cup of coffee or just a hot drink and sipping it while hearing and watching the rain drops hit my window and just feeling warm inside

2. friends, who tell you the truth about yourself, who compliment you, who criticize you for your own sake, who are always there when you need them, who are always there to make you feel good, to make you happy

3. dogs, dogs that wag their tails when they see me, dogs that put their paws on my shoulders, dogs that run around with their tongues out of their mouth, small dogs, big dogs, just dogs in general

4. cats, cats that purr when you pat them, cats that get sleepy when you pat them a bit too long and they just put their head on your legs and fall asleep, cats that lick you, just cats

5. long nights, when you’re outside with friends or just to do work and it’s time to go home, you get into a car or another vehicle and you’re just a bit sleepy so your eyes begin to close a bit and you just can’t wait to get to your warm cozy home and sleep

6. music, music that you listen to when you’re sad, when you’re happy, when you’re just trying to relax, they all give a different vibe and make the moment more enjoyable, songs that you just can’t stop listening to because you loved it, songs that just make you more happy inside

7. art, art that may have a deep meaning, art that just look good to your eyes, art that just makes you go ‘woah’, art that you just wouldn’t even imagine

8. scenery, scenery that you wish you could save in your brain for later to look at, scenery that just can’t be captured into a photo, scenery that just takes your breath away

I can’t wait to see the Avengers all pointing weapons at Loki while Thor tries to talk them down.

Steve (Rogers): “I say we give him a chance.”

Clint & Nat: “Uhh, no.”

Bucky: “Is someone gonna tell me who this guy is?”

Tony: “He’s you but worse.”

Bucky and Sam, in unison: “Damn.

Steven (Strange): “I’ve met this guy before. He’s a pushover.”

T’Challa, walking out because they don’t have time for this: “Let him fight. If he betrays us, he can die.”

Scott: “Can we at least get some food before we kill anybody?”

Peter: “I know a good hot dog stand around here…”

The Wake of War

[AO3]

So.” Stiles drops back against the side of the Jeep, elbows braced and spine sinking slow against the dusty blue metal. Derek’s hovering a few feet away, at the edge of the lot, not quite ready to vanish into the night but not prepared to join with the rest of the group, either.

He needs their voices, maybe, to block out the ones in his head.

“Looks like I saved your ass again,” Stiles is saying, flashing him a crooked grin. He looks warm and bright like the rest of them, a glow of victory dancing around him that can’t quite seep into Derek’s bones. “What’s the count, now? ‘Cause I think I’m getting pretty close to earning a victory ride in that sweet new Camaro.”

Derek’s lips twitch, a snort slipping out.

“I seem to recall saving you last time.”

“Hey, we’ve been through this. At best, that was a tie.” Stiles looks so smug Derek can’t bring himself to argue, and maybe that’s the reason Stiles’ grin falls. His eyes go soft, flitting over Derek’s frame.

“I’m glad you’re ok, man. …I mean, as nice as it would have been to have my very own, hot guy lawn ornament––”

“Why did I look at her?”

He doesn’t mean to say it; flinches at his own words. His hands are too-tight fists he stretches straight with an effort, and when he looks at Stiles again the bright expression’s gone, replaced by tension and an edge of a grimace he’s trying to fight down.

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anonymous asked:

could you possibly please rec a couple of your fave fics? ♥️

Ok, so I’m assuming: klance fics? Alright, here we go:

texting fics (I love those kind of fics. They almost always seem to nail characters’ personalities and texting style and are so funny to read. The ones I’ll mention now are my absolute fav from this category):

left on read ✓ by hinatashoyo

Ongoing, funny and although sometimes hits a serious area it’s mostly in a light tone. Pining!Keith.

(For me it’s a big plus, because as you know if you follow me, it’s one of my favourite tropes in Voltron fandom)

little numbers by ashtxns

(I guess you have to be logged in user of AO3 to read that one)

Anyway, ongoing and I suspect it won’t be finished but because of it’s form you don’t get a feeling like you’re left hanging. Super funny. Established klance.

and here comes the blushing groom by hiriki

Completed. Keith and Lance are stucked on a planet which citizens believe they are heroes destined to save them. The thing is they have to get married. Aka: Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Allura and Shiro are texting while Keith.exe stopped working. I don’t remember it very well, but I know I had fun while reading. Also, @xxxkaseixxx recommended it to me, so I already knew it’s a good one before starting.

Legendary Station by BleuSarcelle

Ok, so it’s not really texting fic but it’s a first part of a series where second part is texting fic. You don’t have to read that one to enjoy it’s continuation but I’m strongly reccomending it, because it’s a joy, I remember that one quote (about Keith’s mullet) made me laugh histerically at 3 a.m.

The story is: Voltron is a Radio Station beloging to Allura and her family and: Black, Green, Yellow, Red and Blue are it’s hosts. The station menagers decide that if all radio hosts specialize in certian topics and have already established base of listeners then Station can be even more popular if hosts would be paired with each other. Turns out they were right. Completed.

dance au fics:

i bet you look good on the dancefloor by xShieru

One of the first fics I’ve read in this fandom. I don’t remember it very well but the general impression is that it was quite enjoyable. Except that…pining!lance was…very extremaley thirsty and I’m not very fond of Keith being pictured as some sex object. The fic is well written, it’s not like Keith is dumb but pretty. It’s just when you see him through Lance’s eyes it may be uncomfortable for some people.

Lance, Hunk and Pidge are dancers who strongly admire dancing duo Keith and Shiro. Some stuff happens, Lance goes on dancing camp and guess who’s an instructor? Completed.

Shut Up And Dance With Me by wittyy_name

I’m pretty sure everyone knows this one so I’ll just say it’s pretty great and if you haven’t before you should read this one and also every other fic wrtitten by this author. Ongoing.

I’m Going To Sweep You Off Your Feet   by Adventures_in_Writing

Ongoing. Shiro and Allura are getting married and Keith - as Shiro’s best man - needs to take some dance lesson because it’s important part of a wedding. So he takes them from Allura’s maid of honor - Lance. There is some actual knowledge about dances so it’s cool. Also, Keith’s a florist.

fanatsy kind of fics:

Gate Keeper by MoonlitPaladin (MoonlitStardust)

Scottish folklore, faes, mystery. Lance has a destiny. Really good writing.

Flirting With Death by drippingpen

Now this one is maybe my favourite. It’s hard to decide but there is something about this story that reminds me of a type of books I used to read before discovering fanfiction.

Ongoing. Keith is Grim Reaper. Lance is his first…client?

Of Lions and House Cats  by Ms_Towa

People with super powers are real and known in public because they all belong to Voltron Alliance. Unless they are Galra.

Keith is a superhero. Lance is vigilante that he has to stop. Lance is also a cute boy he has a crush on. Secret identyties. Pining!Keith. Ongoing

coffe shop au (well not exactly but)

Better than coffee by peralta

Also one of the first fics I started reading in this fandom and only recently completed.

Lance is a college student who tries to cut of his addiction to coffee and maybe switch for tea… Keith conviniently is a hot as hell barista in a bubble tea shop. And also college student, double majoring because he’s awesome and perfect and dead inside.

Voltron cafe by PinkHitman

If you know this blog but didn’t read a fic that goes with it, go read it immediately.

It’s kind of like maid/butler cafe where Lance is a butler and his rival from high school his most frequent client. Very very like v e r y pining!Keith. Ongoing.

kind of nsfw/kinky stuff:

Please Drink Resposibly by enjayas

It’s completed and has lots of additional to this au separate fics. All of them great.

Let’s play a game „How much drunk Lance can remember”? Pining!Keith.

Keith is sure that his feelings will forever stay one-sided since Lance is so obviously straight.

Hot singles in your area by rire

Lance calls a girl who gave him her number execpt that she gave him a Sex Line number. Quite cruel, right? But the person on the phone is actually more interesting than that girl anyway, so.

Keith is Sex Line worker, but he’s soo into this that he talks his clients through while solving a sudoku. At least most of them, because one is special. Ongoing, possibly on hiatus.

Crowd Pleaser by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

Keith gets a job as a bertender and is immediately strongly atrracted to one of club’s dancers: Blue Rider. Too bad Keith’s taken.

This one may be triggering for some people because Keith is in a realtionship with a male OC character who’s manipulative, controlling and once used a violence to make a point.

I put this fic in „kinky” category but it’s actually a very thought out psychological study, excellent writing, some funny scenes too. Ongoing.

College au:

Not That Bad by varelsen

Actually realistic settings. I remember it very fondly. Mutual pining. Completed.

Keith moves in by averagebear

Slow burn torture. Like, really. Agony, but don’t we love it?

Anyway, title kinda tells what it’s about. Hunk decided that Lance as a roommate is too distracing so he moves out but finds Lance a new roommate so he can pay his rent. New roommate turns out to be Keith, Lance’s highschool rival and bisexual awakening. Another one of those where Keith thinks Lance is straight.

Mutual pining. Ongoing.

and for those I don’t really have a category for:

On Thin Ice by Minadora

Keith is a hockey player that needs to practise some grace so he takes ice dancing lessons in Arena where his brother Shiro is an instructor. Keith thinks that Shiro will be his teacher. ha ha. Ha.

Anayway, it’s lovely. Sadly updates are very rare. But the chapters are long so it evens. Ongoing.

Kismet, Kill me by Jessadilla

*sigh* Probably will never be completed and, unfortunetly, it WILL leave you hanging. So keep it in mind if you’ll decide to give it a try.

But I had to put it on a list becacuse it’s one of the first etc etc and there is a sentence that will probably stay with me forever: „Lance is a person of many acqaintances, but very few friends”. And I get it, I so get it. When you’re charismatic you attract people easily. But only some of them will stay with you after knowing you better.

Keith falls in love at first sight but will he still like that charming stranger who’s actually rude, obnoxious and tactless when he’ll spend more time in his company?

….Ongoing. In theory, but it’s been a year so…

Objects in Motion (When Unbalanced) by Mytay

(Actually check out all of this author’s fics!)

This one is about how on every planet that Paladins visit citizens mistake Keith and Lance as a couple. It happens so often that Pidge decides to collect data and analize it from scientfic point of view. Completed.

I hope it was a helpful list~

Edit: I don’t know how could it happen but I forgot to add one more of my most favourite fanfics:

A Commutual Contract by SKayLanphear

Keith witness Lance’s “death” and that experience traumatize him. Later when Lance is A-okay he still needs to check on him and can’t get any sleep due to terrible nightmares. Turns out sleeping near Lance helps him get some rest at night, when he can always make sure his friend’s alive.

Great writing. Interesting study in depression (Lance) and feeling alienated in group (Keith). Ongoing- and I’m personally dying to know what happens next, because resent events sort of left us hanging.

dating tom holland...pt. 3
  • if i’m being honest, he’d probably smell amazing 24/7
  • not even his cologne just like his scent, there’s just something so comforting about him too
  • the day before he had to leave for press or filming he’d cling onto you like a koala
    • “I’m not letting go until I absolutely have to,” he’d whine as you tried to push him off
    • “tom I have to pee,”
    • “no you don’t that’s false,”
    • “GET OFF ME BEFORE BAD THINGS HAPPEN”
  • reluctantly letting go of you so you could go pee
  • hearing your name through the door
    • [Y/N]!!!”
    • “come baaaack”
    • “….I can hear you pee” followed by loud giggling as you flush the toilet and quickly was your hands
  • he promises to call, text, and facetime you as often as possible when he’s away
  • and obviously he sticks to his promises cause he’s that guy™
    • “I miss yoooouuuu”
    • “harrison doesn’t cuddle like you”
    • “I miss your cooking” 
  • reuniting with each other is both your favourite things
  • you’d be waiting at the airport, trying to be as lowkey as possible since there was already a swarm of paparazzi’s
  • him noticing you as soon as he stepped through those doors
  • running and jumping into his arms as he threw down all his belongings
    • multiple kisses all over your face
    • whispering “i’m gonna make up for all our lost time when we get home”
  • and he so does
  • not being able to keep his hands off you the second you step through the door
    • “what gotten into you, tom?” you ask as he nips at your neck and collarbones
    • he freezes before shyly looking up at you, “I-I had a dream…about you…” he trails off
  • you nearly moan at the thought of him having dirty dreams about you
  • sloppy makeup sex 
    • both your actions would be so rushed, just wanting to be connected with each other
    • “fuck, I missed you so much babygirl,” 
    • him trying to make you come at the same time as him
  • as happy as he is to see you, he’s also exhausted and starving so you tell him to take a nap as you make something for dinner
    • “but I wanna nap with my girl,” he’d try to coax 
    • “after dinner,” you bargained as he let out a huff but agreed
  •  waking him up with head scratches 
    • whining when you stop and throw the blankets off him
    • not at all fazed by his naked body
    • him being surprised at you being unfazed because ????? 
  • him always trying to get you naked
    • “let eat dinner…..naked,”
    • “let’s play strip monopoly!” “not a chance tom,” “strip uno?”
  • “tom no”
  • “TOM YES”
  • he can be such a child, hiding all your left shoes or the toothpaste because it’s only a minor inconvenience 
  • whenever you’re at home with him and his family he becomes so much more british
    • “tom I can’t understand what you’re saying anymore”
    • “WHADYA MEAN M8″
  • him getting genuinely jealous when you pay more attention to tessa than him
    • “I’m spider-man though!!!!” he’d whine as you rolled around with tessa
    • having enough of your shit and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder and bringing you to him room
  • when tom is sick its so much worse because he’s so much more clingy but you also don’t wanna get sick
    • “just a kiss on the nose, please darling” he’d beg as you sighed, finally giving him
    • tilting his head up so you end up meeting his lips instead
    • “if you get me sick i’m gonna kill you, holland”
  • you sitting on his lap because he loves having his arms wrapped around your body
  • if you were in public he’d always be checking behind your back for paparazzi’s because it was date night 
  • baking together becomes a tradition with you guys
    • him smearing icing down your nose before licking it
    • “you taste amazing, sweetheart,” him winking before you choke on a breath  
  • you lying in his lap in bed on nights you can’t sleep
  • so he begins playing with your hair and softly singing to because he knows that’s what puts you out like a light
  • waking you up with slopping kisses all over your face
  • you’re not a morning person so you don’t appreciate being woken up and put your pillow on your face
  • so he ends up eating you out and you can’t even get angry cause it was one of the best orgasms ever
    • “still hate me for waking you up?” he asks cheekily as you roll your eyes playfully
    • that day ends up full of sex, cuddles, and food
  • working out with him but he just ends up getting distracted by all your movements 
  • which leads to post workout sex
    • “your ass looks amazing in those pants, but it looks even better without them, darling,”
  • he secretly loves being domestic with you
  • like he loves doing laundry or cleaning the apartment and even going grocery shopping because he’s imagining your future
    • “you ever think about us? in the future?” he’d ask one day and he immediately regrets it thinking you’ll start freaking out
    • “all the time, bubs,” you say with a smile and he thinks his heart is gonna leap out of his chest
  • his parents and brothers already call you an old married couple
  • both of you agreeing that you’ve still got a long ways ahead of you before you wanna get married or start a family 
  • but you both want to 
  • you’re both each others rocks, always there no matter what time it is
  • sweet little kisses throughout the day 
    • like on the nose
    • or the forehead
    • of the top of your head
  • if you’re wearings rings he’s 100 percent going to play with them when he’s holding your hand 
  • he makes sure to bring you back a souvenir from each place he visits, even if it’s a magnet you love it so much 
  • sharing headphones while waiting for the plane to start boarding 
  • playing ‘guess the song’
    • “i lose every time though,” he’d whine but you just stuck your tongue out
    • purposely playing songs he doesn’t know just to see him pout
    • “you’re just too cute,” “i’m not cute, i’m hot,” “okay, tommy, whatever you say,”
  • him getting tipsy on the plane 
    • “let’s join the mile high club,” while giggling
    • “tom i’m trying to watch a movie,”
    • “and i’m trying to get laid,”
  • he’s actually such a child sometimes and you have to threaten him with no more sex until he finally calms down
  • if he has a random question he will ask you as if you have the answer
    • “how long are giraffes necks????”
    • “how do dolphins sleep with one eye open??”
  • poking your cheeks whenever you’re ignoring him 
    • “pay attention to meeeee,”
  • lying in between his legs on his chest because he insists on having you as close to him as possible
  • YOU’RE BOTH HEAD OVER HEELS FOR EACH OTHER AND ADORE ONE ANOTHER 

A/N: i died and came back then died again i h8 myself

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The ‘Eye Of Creation’ Holds The Secrets To Cosmic Life And Death

“The Helix nebula has a disk-like and bubble-like structure to it, formed by the dying central star. An infrared view highlights the neutral, cold gas. All of it will evaporate over time, while the central star is so hot it barely shows up at these cold wavelengths.”

When it comes to dying stars, supernovae get all the press. They may be the largest and most massive stars to die, but hundreds of times more common are the planetary nebulae of the Universe, formed by dying Sun-like stars. These astronomical wonders blow off their outer layers – not just hydrogen but also heavier elements – to return them to the interstellar medium. The cool, neutral gas seen at the outskirts has been blown off for tens of thousands of years, but gets heated up by the ultraviolet radiation coming from the central, newly-formed white dwarf. It may be faint, but it’s incredibly hot, and will eventually be the cause of the total annihilation and dissociation of the nebula.

Given enough time, this cosmic death will contribute to the rebirth of new stars. Come get all the details on today’s Mostly Mute Monday!

But can I loot it?

Context: The party is following a group of enemy goblins heading down to the basement of an abandoned house. Our paladin is rushing forward, screaming his battle cry, while our goliath tries to shut him up, when they get ambushed. Chaotic neutral rogue rolls up after them.
DM: Here’s what you see. What do you do?
Rogue: How distracted is the golaith?
DM: Considering he literally just pounded a goblin into the ground, I’d saw relatively.
Rogue: ….Can I loot him?
DM: ……We’re in the middle of battle. I don’t think this is the best time to be trying to loot him.
Rogue: I’m hot and bothered for the gold. That’s literally the only reason I can down here, so I legitly don’t care, plus I’ve never been able to loot him before, so bonus for me.
DM: You know what, okay fine. Roll for pickpocketing at -10 and if you get smashed through the wall, it’s your fault
Rogue: *nat 20*
DM: ……. So you don’t find anything in his pockets, but would you like to take his underwear?

Qoaad excerpt

from here

Emma and Julian have been walking for some hours when Emma realized they were being followed. It had actually been a pretty pleasant walk, along a tramped path in the woods. Julian was easy enough to talk to when she tried not to think about how he felt about her or how he felt. They avoided the topics of Livvy and the parabatai curse and talked instead about the Clave and what it’s next plan might be and how Zara might figure into them. Julian walked ahead holding a map. consulting it when enough light rayed down from the trees to make it readable.

“We could reach the Unseelie Court by tomorrow,” he said, pausing in the middle of the clearing. “Depending how much we’re willing to travel at night.”

Emma stopped in her tracks.”We’re being followed.” she said.

Julian stopped as well and turned to her, holding the map. “You’re sure?”

His voice was quiet. Emma strained an ear, a tiny breakage of branches behind them, the thump of a footfall. She nodded, “I’m sure.”

There was no doubt in Julian’s eyes, Emma felt a faint gratification that even in his current state Julian trusted her skills implicitly.

“We can’t run.” he said. He was right, the trail was too rocky.

“Come on,” Emma grabbed Julian’s hand and a moment later they were skinning up the tallest of the oak trees in the clearing. Emma found the fork of a branch and sold into it, Julian swung up across from her. They clung to the tree trunk and looked down.

Footfalls were getting closer. Hoofbeats, Emma realized and then a kelpie, dark green with a mane of shimmering seaweed rose into the clearing, a rider on it’s back. 

Emma sucked in her breath, the rider was a man wearing shadowhunter gear. She leaned down to see more. Not a man, a boy. Thin and narrow faced with shots of black hair. 

“Dane Larkspear on a kelpie,” Julian muttered. “What is this? If I see Zara come riding on the Loch Ness Monster we’re going home.”

The kelpie had stopped dead in the middle of the clearing, it was rolling it’s eyes, deep black with no whites. Closer up it looked less like a horse even thought it had a mane and tail and four legs more like a frightening creature thing. Something that never meant to be out of water.

“Hurry up,” Dane jerked on the kelpie’s bridle and and a memory flickered in the back of Emma’s mind, something about bridling a kelpie forced it to obey you. “We need to find Emma and Julian before nightfall.” 

The kelpie spoke, Emma jolted. “I do not know those creatures, master. I do not know what they look like.”

“It doesn’t matter, pick up their trail.” Dean smacked the kelpie across the shoulder. “Okay I’ll describe them for you, Julian’s the kind of guy who would have a girl as a parabatai, get it?”

“No.” Said the kelpie. 

“He spends all his time chasing little kids around, he had like a million children. It’s really creepy.”

“In my culture it is men who bear children.” Said the kelpie. 

“That’s disgusting,” said Dane. “Now pay attention. Emma, she’s the kind of girl that’d be hot if she ever shut up.”

“I will kill him,” Emma said. “I will kill him while talking the whole time.”

“I don’t really understand human attitudes towards beauty,” said the kelpie. “I like seaweed on a woman.”

“Shut up,” Dane jerked the bridle and the kelpie exposed it’s needle-like teeth in a hiss. “We need to find them before the sun goes down.” His smile was ugly. “Once I get back with the black book Zara will give me anything I want. Maybe one of Julian Blackthorn’s sisters.” 

Emma was out of the tree so fast, the world was a blur of green leaves and red rage. She landed on Dane Larkspear and knocked him out of his saddle forcing an ‘oof’ of pain out of him when they hit the ground together. She punched him in the stomach and he doubled up while she sprang to her feet, she grabbed her sword. She would have been worried if Julian wouldn’t have followed her but he was already on the ground, yanking off the kelpie’s bridle. 

“My lord,” the kelpie bowed it’s forelegs to Julian. Dane was coughing and gagging, rolling on the ground in pain. “Thank you for freeing me.”

“Don’t mention it,” Julian said. 

The kelpie straightened. “May you find fortune and good luck in many children.

“Thanks.” Julian tossed the bridle aside and the kelpie dashed into the forest.

Emma stood over Dane with her sword pointed at his throat, laying flat on the ground he glared at her. “What are you doing Larkspear, we were sent to get the black book, not you.”

“Sure, you were sent to get it,” he turned his dead and spat blood. “And then I was supposed to get it from you. That’s what I was sent to do.”

“And we weren’t supposed to notice you following us? You sounded like an elephant, a sexist elephant. You’re a terrible Shadowhunter.“ Said Emma.

"No one asked you.”

“Be quiet. And did the Inquisitor seriously tell you that if you got the book from us you could have Dru? She’s thirteen!”

 Dane just stared at her. “What?” Emma’s voice dripped sarcasm, “Am I talking too much?”

Emma suddenly realized Dane wasn’t staring at her but behind her, Julian had come up quietly and was standing with his longsword in his hand looking at Dane with a frightening coldness.

“You know,” he said. “That if you ever touch Dru, I’ll kill you.”

Dane pushed himself up on his elbows. “You’ll be dead by then.”

Dandelions: finished summary!

again, I’m sorry I had to stop this project. I had a LOT more story to tell and my depression just wasn’t letting me have the motivation to do so. School is starting back up again and I knew I wouldn’t be able to work on any comic pieces once that happened so here is the summary of what I want to do with the rest of the story! 

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Save You

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff


A/N : Hello~! Sorry it took me so long to post another imagine, I was in a writer’s rut. But besides that how many of you guys saw the IT remake yet? I just watched it now too long along and let me tell you, it was goood. I liked it so much, I’m writing an imagine for it haha xD so in a way it inspired me 

- How Y/N began to be friends with Bill and the loser’s club. (A little background/prequel to the imagine I have planned.)- 

Word Count : 1583


The sudden chorus of rattling lockers near you caught you off guard as you were putting some books away.

“Hey there B-B-Bill, still looking for your dead brother?” You heard and without needing to look, you already knew who it was.

Henry Bowers and his goons were harassing Bill Denbrough again but by the looks of it, Bill wasn’t going to take it sitting down this time. 

“F-Fuck you, H-Henry.” Bill snapped before pushing the bully back with all the strength he could muster up, obviously angry at the mention of his brother. 

Henry stumbled back into Belch and Victor while Patrick slugged Bill into the stomach, making him hunch over in pain. The older boy then forced the boy’s back into the lockers again, the locks probably digging into his back. As if they were on autopilot, Belch and Victor reached out to grab hold on to Bill’s arms to hold him still while Patrick stepped to the side to let Henry through. With a sinister smile plastered on his face, Henry stepped closer to Bill. 

“And what if I don’t? You gonna make me disappear like Georgie?” You heard the other three idiots laugh but there was nothing funny about it. You quickly glanced up and down the hallway, trying to see if there was an adult near by that could stop all of this before it got out of hand but unfortunately there was no one. School was out for at least an hour now so you didn’t know why you even got your hopes up in the first place. “How about you join him, B-B-Bill?”

You heard a swift click slice through the air that made you bring your attention back to the boys.

Bill’s face visibly paled as the gleam of Henry’s knife caught his eyes.
Henry seemed to want to go even farther than usual but you’ve had enough. He crossed the line the moment he even decided to bully people but the moment Georgie’s name left his lips and he took out his knife, he was taking it way too far. 

You hastily closed your book bag and threw it at Henry’s head, mentally thanking your dad for trying to teach you how to throw a baseball the other summer. It must have been your lucky day because your throw was spot on and it hit him square in the face. 

Finding your courage you then grabbed the largest book in your locker and rushed over to Victor and Belch. Cracking Victor over the head before throwing the book itself at Belch, you tried to grab Bill’s hand and make your great escape but before, you could you felt a hand weave into your ponytail. Henry harshly yanked you back while your hands instantly reached up to pry his fingers out of your hair. 

Hissing from the pain, you had no other choice but to follow the pull back and soon you found yourself face to face with Henry Bowers himself. 

“H-Hey, let her go!” Bill lunged forward but Victor shoved him back. 

“I don’t think I will!” Henry screamed, shaking your head back and forth vigorously with every word. “I don’t think I will.” He said again in a calmer demeanor, the evil glint in his eyes making you uneasy. “I think Y/N deserves to be taught a lesson, don’t you think boys?” Henry traced the dull side of the knife along your cheek before pausing at the junction where your jaw and your ear met. He leaned closer to you, whispering in your ear. “This is what you get for not minding your own business.”

Having had enough of his bullshit tough guy act, you let your mouth run wild and free, not entirely caring about the repercussions at the moment.

“It’s kind of hard to mind my own god damn business when your ugly ass mullet is in everyone’s face don’t you think, Bowers? Now let me go!” You thrashed and kicked against his hold, even scratching at his hands if it’d loosen up just a little bit. 

“L-L-Let her go, H-Henry!” Bill struggled against Victor but had no luck of getting free.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you Bill?” He laughed as he pushed the tip of the blade against your skin, breaking the surface right underneath your eye. You closed your eyes, afraid to see what he was doing to you. He leisurely pushed the blade across your skin, milliliter by milliliter. 

“Stop!” You heard Bill scream but Henry seemed to be too focused on you to care. 

“Henry…” Victor mumbled loosening up his grip on Bill, looking unsure about the whole situation. 

“What!” Henry turned his attention away from you to glare at the other boy. You took the opportunity to snatch the knife out of his hands and cut yourself free. A few strands of your once long hair flowing down to the floor while the rest stayed clenched in Henry’s hand. Scrambling to your feet, you hurried to grab hold of Bill’s hand before practically dragging him down the hall with Bowers and his goons in hot pursuit. You’d get your bag some other time, maybe when your possibilities of dying weren’t so high.

“Get back here!” The two of you heard them yell after you. 

Using your shoulder, you rammed into the school doors, pushing them open. The harsh sunlight momentarily blinding you. Looking behind you, you made sure to look Henry in the eyes before chucking his knife into the bushes as far as you can. 

“Have fun finding that, fucker!” You threw him the bird, watching as he visibly turned an unhealthy shade of red. Tugging Bill in the other direction, the two of you hurried out of their sight.


You and Bill ran all the way back to his house.

“I-I think we’re safe now.” You panted as you leaned on the wooden rails on Bill’s porch, out of breathe. 

“Y-Yeah…” Bill nodded. He wasn’t as out of breathe as you were but you figured that was because he had more stamina than you did from all the biking he did with his friends. The two of you took a few more minutes to recollect yourselves before Bill spoke up again. “I-I-I’m sorry ab-bout your hair.” 

Looking down to the unfamiliar sight of loose chucks of hair sprawled around your shoulder, it finally hit you what happened. Slowly reaching up to touch the bunt cut, you held a plank expression on your face. 

To be honest, it scared Bill how quiet you were. He’s heard how important a girl’s hair was to them and he felt bad that it got cut because of him. 

Taking a deep breath, you tried to smile as you held back tears. “It’s ok! Its just hair plus I’ve been meaning to cut it away.” You waved him off as to not worry him. “What about you though? You ok?” You leaned toward him, examining his face for bruises or cuts.

Bill was taken back by your sudden closeness and quickly averted his eyes to look somewhere else. He did note how pretty you were before looking away though. “I-I’m fine.” 

“That’s good!” You pulled back with a smile on your face, pleased that he wasn’t hurting anywhere. You felt an itchy feeling on your arm and turned to see what it was when you felt something push a strand of hair behind your ear. Looking back up, you met eyes with Bill. 

“H-H-How about y-you? You ok?” Once your eyes met and the tuft of hair was neatly tucked behind your ear, Bill retracted his hand back to his side. 

You could feel the light blush on your cheeks as you smiled at him. “Just peachy.”

He smiled right back at you before pulling a little bit of his flannel’s sleeve down and wiping the blood from your cheek. 

“Thanks.” You said quietly, your cheeks turning a darker shade of red.

“N-No problem.”

Not wanting to stay too long and make the moment awkward, you decided to was time to head home. 

”I’ll see you around, Bill.” You smiled before moving to step off the porch, already thinking of ways to explain your hair to your mother. 

“W-Wait Y/N!” You made it as far as the front lawn when Bill called back to you. “Can I-I walk you home?” He stammered. 

“I’d like that.” And like the gentleman he was, Bill walked you safely back to your house and later that evening your book bag and books were mysteriously returned back to you.

Needless to say, that was the day you developed a crush on Bill Denbrough.


- To Be Continued. - 

Part 2

What did you guys think? Please let me know! I’ve been out of the game for a while now and want to know what your thoughts and feelings are~! 

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Halloween date night things I need for Sterek:

Stiles taking Derek to a scary movie drive-in because he knows Derek is an old fashioned goober who secretly loves nothing more than getting to hold Stiles’ hand in the dark while Stiles (frustratingly) narrates the entire movie.

Going to a haunted house and it having absolutely no effect on them because they’ve lived through worse. So they end up making out in one of the rooms and they stay there for so long people think they’re part of the attraction. The staff become so confused because every other person comes out saying “the hot werewolf making out with red riding hood” was their favourite part.

Making caramel apples and Stiles getting sick because he decided he was going to eat them all instead of handing them out to trick or treaters. Derek spending the rest of the night rubbing Stiles’ back and trying to distract him by telling him halloween stories from his childhood in between calling him a dumbass every ten minutes.

Watching Hocus Pocus and arguing over who would be who out of the pack. Derek blushing and being all grumpy when Stiles calls him out for getting upset because Stiles won’t allow him to be the Allison to his Max.

Planning to get lost in a corn maze but they solve it really fast (because, duh) and end up playing a game of tag which only ends when Stiles finally manages to pin Derek successfully to the ground and kiss him stupid while people scream and laugh all around them.

Carving pumpkins together. Derek carving a mini Han Solo for Stiles and carving the words “I know” into it. Stiles carving a pumpkin Aladdin (because Derek is a major Disney nerd, MAJOR) and writing “when did you last let your heart decide?” in chocolate sauce (don’t judge him, he can’t carve for shit). And this is the first time they both know: this is it. This is their forever person.

Stiles not dressing up and when Derek asks him why, Stiles loves halloween, he answers, “I did dress up. As your future husband. If you’ll have me?” before nervously getting down on one knee and pulling out a ring. (Of course, Derek says yes. And, of course, Stiles tells everyone how that is the night he, Stiles Stilinski, got engaged to the sexiest zombie EVER.)

Girls’ Generation has been the top Korean girl group ever since 2009, no one will replace them

2NE1 were the second most popular group for about seven years despite inconsistent releases and poor management, no one will replace them

SISTAR made millions in digital sales and were considered equal to two groups from two of the biggest Korean entertainment companies, no one will replace them

KARA were a sensation in South Korea, but more importantly Japan, the world’s 2nd largest music market, to the point were some members are still able to promote and work there; Seungyeon’s , Nicole’s and Jiyoung’s singles all place within the top-twnety spots of  the Japanese charts, no one will replace them

The Wonder Girls were number one in Korea for the first two years after their debut, and remained relevant and popular even after their hiatus. They also achieved mainstream success in the United States with little to no help at all from the internet. No one will replace them

T-ara have conquered Korea, Japan and China at various points in their career. Their popularity and resilience is much stronger than many would like to admit. No one will replace them

4Minute were never HyunA’s back-up dancers and were never promoted as such. They were a fully-functioning group, and their initial huge success with “Hot Issue” and “Muzik” and subsequent regain of popularity during their 2013-2015 period are proof enough of that. No one will replace them

f(x) are not as underrated and unsuccesful as some make them out to be. They were always pretty high up among the most popular K-pop groups, both in terms of popularity and success. No one will replace them

miss A were pretty popular in their first two largely succesful years of activity and even after those. Most of their songs were hits of varying success, they simply didn’t get to release more music while still in their prime. No one will replace them

The Brown Eyed Girls are the longest-running, still active, Korean girl group. Their albums are all well-polished and extremely satisfying to listen to. No one will replace them

After School are not flops. “Because of You” , “Bang!” and Orange Caramel are the reasons NU’EST, SEVENTEEN and PRISTIN even exist. They are all extremely skilled dancers and charismatic, hard-working women. No one will replace them


No one can and no one will~ These women left behind a legacy more important than more people even realize. Other groups may get all the YouTube views and likes, but not the sales to match..

[After Normani and Dinah take a selfie in the tour bus]

Dinah, admiring their selfie: Damn. We are the hottest ship in this group.

Normani: I know.

Camila: Excuse me, but Lauren and I say hi.

Dinah: Well bye, y'all know we’re hotter than you guys.

Lauren: I’d like to disagree and add that we have made so many people realize that they are not straight because of our hotness.

Normani: Yeah? Name one person.

Lauren: Camila.

[The 4 girls arguing about who’s hotter while Ally is calmly trying to get them to settle down]

Ally: Guys, guys please be quiet.

[After the girls ignore Ally]

Ally: GUYS! YOU’RE GONNA GET US IN TROUBLE FOR BEING TOO LOUD. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, BE QUIET!

Dinah: SHUT UP ALLY!

Normani:

Camila:

Lauren:

Dinah:

Ally:

Ally: First of all, BITCH-

Dating Jason Todd:
  • First things first, Jason is a cuddle monster.
  • Every time you walk by the couch he’ll grab you around the waist and drag you down.
  • Jason loves pet names. “Babe” “Baby” “Sweetheart” “Doll” “Princess” “Sugar”, any damn nickname he can think of. 
  • Sometimes when he gets drunk he’ll catcall and whistle at you. Honestly, it’s flattering that even while drunk your boyfriend still thinks you’re hot enough to hit on.
  • But God help anyone who tries to hit on you when you’re out, it never ends well for them.
  • Jason is super protective. Even the criminals know not to mess with you anymore because Red Hood will come after them. He’ll start fights at the drop of a hat if he thinks it’s to protect you.
  • Whenever you get cold he’ll drop his leather jacket on top of you. It’s super comforting, because it smells just like him, and it’s super warm.
  • He especially loves it when you wear nothing but his leather jacket and some lacy underwear, it really gets him going in the morning.
  • Jason loves sex, will try anything once, and loves the thrill of almost getting caught. He loves to get rough after a boring night of patrol, to get out all of his excess energy, and he loves gentle morning sex when the night was rough.
  • He also loves to just hold you and watch you sleep, you’ve told him that it’s creepy, but don’t really mind.
  • You make Jason be nice to his brothers. Make him actually sit down and talk to them, it turns out that Jason gets along great with Tim and Damian, and eventually Dick.
  • The two younger boys start coming around more often, and family movie nights become a thing.
  • You also help him stop killing, make him think of a plan before just throwing himself into dangerous situations. He has someone he has to make it home to now. 
  • Jason is a hell of a cook, he loves it and is constantly having you try his new dishes. 
  • He loves to mess with your cooking, adding spices when you aren’t looking or stealing little tastes. 
  • He loves to hold you from behind. To just have his arms wrapped around your waist and have his front pressed to your back with his face buried in your neck.
  • His kisses are never brief. Even when you try and just sneak a quick kiss he’ll grab you and kiss you until you’re dizzy and breathless.
  • Whenever Jason wakes up from a nightmare he needs you to be close.
  • If you happen to be out of the bed he’ll stumble out of the room, gun clutched tightly in his hand and eyes frantic until he sees you. He’ll jerk forward and practically collapse into your arms.
  • Most of the times he’ll leave bruises with how hard he’s holding you, but you don’t mind. Even when he feels guilty at the hand shaped mark on your arm, you’re just glad that he trusts you enough to seek you out when he’s half-mad with fear and fuzzy from sleep.
  • Jason loves to read, he loves it when you sit with him, either reading or sleeping against his chest while he reads over your shoulder.
  • He likes to go to coffee shops with you, holding your hand while he sips at his pumpkin spice lattes (Because they’re awesome, Y/N … Don’t laugh at me, I like them)
I still don't know if he ever got his coffee

I’m not 100% sure this even belongs here and I’ve posted this story elsewhere so some of you might have read it already.

Some background: I work in a rather specialised area of Forensics. Officially I’m employed by Police Scotland but they tend to let other law enforcement agencies, universities, etc borrow us from time to time. A lot of the time it’s for consulting work or guest lecturing but sometimes we’re sent to teach training courses.

About 18 months ago I was asked to lecture at a training course for some of the CID higher-ups in an English Police force. It was the first time I’d done anything like it and I was crapping myself.

I met with the conveners and other officials for dinner the night before my first day, and after dinner and drinks, I was dropped back at my hotel.

So to set the scene; it’s about 10pm, I’m all dressed up in my evening wear and I’m sitting at the bar in the hotel lounge. The place is dead, it’s just me and the barman so I’ve taken off my heels and am unraveling my hair having just ordered a hot chocolate. The barman asks if I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. Yes, of course I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. No I don’t mind waiting while you run to the kitchen.

So I’m sit there trying to trick my phone into connecting to the hotels WiFi when Angry Man walks in.

He stomped into the room and slammed his fist down on the bar about 3 ft from me and barked out one word:

“COFFEE”

I didn’t know it but apparently that attempt at communication was aimed at me; a fact I learned a moment later when Angry Man moved right up next to me, bent over me so his face was practically in mine and barked out again;

“COFFEE”.

In an attempt to get away from the screaming coffee man I slipped off the bar stool, putting it between the two of us. Extremely confused and more than a little terrified, it didn’t immediately occur to me that he thought I worked there, hell it wasn’t even registering that he wanted a coffee. He was just repeating it the same way a toddler does when they learn a new word but don’t entirely know what it means.

I’m going to blame the confusion, fear and tiredness for my completely moronic response, which was to parrot the word back at him.

Me: “Coffee?”

Angry Man: “COFFEE”

Then he slammed his fist down on the bar again. This time I noticed that he was actually throwing down money.

My brain suddenly came back online.

Me: “Oh. Eh, the barman should be back in a sec. H-”

Angry Man: “Get me a coffee. Now.”

Ooooh four new words. Progress.

Me: “I’m sorry, mate, I don’t work here.”

Angry man (shouting now) “You fucking lazy liar!! Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

Yes, actually, but I’ll be keeping that to myself.

Angry Man: “Get off your fucking phone and get me a shitting coffee”

Me: “I really don’t-”

Cue rant about me being the only person in the lounge so of course I must work there and I was just being lazy and did I take him for an idiot. All while I’m slowly backing away from the bar so he can’t pin me between it and the bar stools. Then he throws in this:

Angry Man: “Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea how important I am?”

I never got to find out how important this guy thought he was. Instead Angry Man’s Friend came wandering in.

He took one look at me; pretty much cornered by Angry Man who is now screaming about how he’ll make sure I never work again while I’m trying to calmly tell him to back off and he tries to intervene.

He took Angry Man by the shoulders and moved him back away from me while asking him what was going on.

Angry Man: “This stupid little whore is refusing to serve me”

Me: “I really don’t work here”

Angry Man’s Friend: “She doesn’t work here. Let’s just all try to calm down”

There was a few moments of Angry Man’s Friend trying to calm Angry Man while he ranted about getting me fired until two barman arrived, one of them with my hot chocolate. The presence of the three men distracted Angry Man enough for me to grab my shoes and escape with my chocolatey goodness.

As I left I could hear him demanding to speak to a manager.

The next day, after being introduced to a lecture theatre full of high ranking CID Officers, I stood and walked to the podium only to be greeted by one guy in the audience laughing hysterically.

I just sort of froze trying to figure out the joke. Did I have food on my face? Was my shirt on inside out?

A quick check confirmed that, no. I’d managed to adult that morning.

A few other people began to chuckle as this guy struggled to get a hold of himself. As he regained control he pointed to his left.

Where a very red looking Angry Man was sitting.

I think it was the sheer relief that he wasn’t actually laughing at me that caused me to open my mouth and say to Angry Man;

“Oh did you get your coffee in the end?”

He walked out and I didn’t see him for the rest of the course.

One of my favourite things about Killjoys is how they constantly subvert expectations, but specifically fictional expectations. Like for example, hot muscly guy gets left in charge of a group of cloistered-away girls, and you think, oh god, here we go with the cooing and the “oh look a Man” and the flirting and the swaggering. But what happens? We come back a short while later to find that he has learned all of their names and taken on the role of mother hen, telling them to stop crying and put on their shoes.

Or character A has a secret and lies to character B about it and you think, oh god, here we go, this is gonna be angst and drama for at least five episodes and then another three once she finds out about it. But wait, no, he tells her of his own volition by the end of the episode and she’s already forgiven him for it because she gets it and she’s not going to waste time on being dramatic about it.

Or oh hey look we found out something new and weird about this character but, y’know, we already know he’s kind of weird, this is like the third weird thing about him, so let’s skip the freaking out and move straight on to how we can use it.

Like it’s sci-fi, and it’s ridiculous in some ways, but when it comes to the characters and their motivations and interactions it’s like someone looked at the common fictional tropes and went “hang on, REAL people don’t all behave like this”. I LOVE that. I think it’s honestly the #1 thing that takes it from “enjoyable sci-fi action with banter” to “favourite sci-fi show of all time” for me.

There are just some things in a fandom that are undeniably undisputed ft. Trimberly

-Kim is a complete service top
-Trini has nightmares constantly
-doors? Who needs them? Not them
-Kim is a bi mess
-similarly, Kim is an utter bi mess when Trini sings in Spanish
-Kim’s parents are literally never home
-Trini willing to fight anyone for Kim’s honor in any given moment
-“Kim I thought you were supposed to be the hot one but you’re the biggest dork ever”
-Daddy/‘Papi’ kink?? Like in every fan fiction?? That’s just common sense
-“Kim, please touch me. Just any sort of contact pls if I don’t get love I’ll DIE”
-heated fight foreplay while training
-the boys are so tired of their antics but they love them yet they always somehow catch them in the act
-“I feel your feelings the strongest and I’m constantly turned on do something about it”
-Trini is whipped. So whipped. She can’t say no to Kim even if she wanted to

Car Sex (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: HEY COULD YOU DO LIKE A REALLY FLUFFY PETER PARKER IMAGINE WHERE, THEIR IN A CAR MAKING OUT AND STUFF, AND PETER TRIES TO BE SMOOTH, BUT HITS HIS HEAD AND IS REALLY CLUMSY TRYING TO TAKE THINGS FURTHER. BASED OFF THIS PROMPT LIST I SAW “CAR SEX LOOKS WAY EASIER IN THE MOVIES” IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE LOLOLOL

Warnings: Mention of sex, sexual themes, swear words

Word Count: 845

A/N: I legit forgot I took this request sorry for the delay!!

Originally posted by darlingriezmann

Peter was woken up from his thoughts, hearing someone knocking on his car’s window. He turned his head and saw Y/N, freezing from the cold outside. He quickly unlocked the doors and let her in.

“Peter, what the hell, I’ve knocked for like a million times, did you want me to freeze to death or something?” Y/N wasn’t mad at all but was really shocked by the cold weather. Peter mumbled: “Shit…Y/N, I’m so sorry babe, are you okay?”

He took Y/N’s hands in his to warm her up. Y/N could see how concerned he was, therefore, she smiled to show him she was fine. However, Y/N was also thinking about turning this horrendous event into something both beneficial to her and Peter: “Wanna warm me up?” she asked with an innocent smug on her face.

Peter didn’t really get what was going on until Y/N started to get closer to him inch by inch until their noses were brushing each other. Peter whispered: “Oh… I see,” and closed his eyes. He placed one hand on Y/N’s face and the other on her waist, slowly but passionately kissing her. This was the first time they were making out in a car, meaning both of them were more than thrilled by the situation and neither of them had any experience at all. Y/N tried to get closer to him because the position they were in was no longer comfortable. She held his shoulder with one of her hands and tried to get onto his lap while still kissing him. However, it was impossible for Y/N to fit between the steering wheel and Peter, therefore she gave up. Peter noticed Y/N’s failed attempt and he felt the urge to make fun of her in the middle of their hot and passionate making out session. “Next time I could try to get on your lap what do you say?” he smiled into the kiss earning a groan from Y/N: “Next time shut up when we are both turned on what do you say?”

Peter took his hands off Y/N to adjust his seat so that Y/N could sit on his lap. Y/N started to kiss down his neck, leaving little bruises for the next day which would probably not be covered by Peter as he sucks at covering hickeys. Peter was trying too hard not to moan at Y/N’s sudden licks and bites on his neck but he gave up when he couldn’t concentrate on finding the device which adjusts the seat: “Babe…If-if you keep on doing that I won’t be able to have you on my lap…” Y/N didn’t seem to care but she let out a quiet huff on Peter’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “That didn’t really help at all,” he mumbled.

When Peter finally managed to make space for Y/N, she quickly hopped on his lap, surprising both of them because no one was hurt at all. “Now the fun begins,” Y/N giggled, crushing her lips onto Peter’s once again. They both moaned loudly, the make-out session was getting rougher each second until Peter decided to start kissing down from Y/N’s neck to her breasts. Y/N was thrilled by the sudden action but when she threw her head to the back abruptly, she hit her head: “Ow!!”

For a second Peter wasn’t bothered by Y/N’s loud gasp, thinking she was making it out of pleasure. “Peter?!” Y/N shouted and he looked up at her.  “Oh my god, what happened?!” It was obvious that Peter was struggling to hold his laughs back. “What do you think?”

“I turned you on so much that it gave you a headache?” Peter looked up at Y/N innocently, failing miserably to hide his smirk. “Stop the witty banter Parker!” Y/N wasn’t actually mad but her headache was making her cranky. “I’m sorry babe, let me see…” Peter tilted his head up and Y/N moved her head down for Peter to see the bruise. It didn’t matter because it was already dark outside, therefore, Peter couldn’t see anything. He gently kissed her forehead and whispered: “Is it healed?” Y/N smiled weakly, staring into his eyes: “It did,” and slowly started to kiss him again. In between the kisses, Y/N whispered: “Peter it’s getting cold in here could you turn the A/C on?” Peter turned the car on and they went back to where they left for the fourth time.

The things were getting rougher again. Y/N started to grind on Peter, making him moan. Peter roamed his hands under her shirt while sucking on her neck. Y/N couldn’t bear the teasing anymore, she moaned: “Just take it off, Peter.”

“As you wish.” Peter tried to take her shirt off smoothly and surprisingly, succeeded. But he wasn’t that lucky when it came to her bra. “I swear to god it is impossible to unclasp-“ Peter was cut off with the sudden noise of his car horn.

They both screamed and Y/N started to laugh. However, Peter was unamused. “For god’s sake, car sex looks way easier in the movies!”