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Yo buddies, here are my samples for @tsumire0301​, @jearwork​ and mine Lazuli Family zine “Lapis and Peridot: wife and wife family life”!

Only my samples are in english but the whole anthology zine it’s in chinese!, this is thanks to them /// i really appreciate their support and patience.

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When you realise there are probably tons of other photos from Harry’s album photoshoot that haven’t been released:

Loki’s New Nickname

Originally posted by wandering-in-hopeless-night

Warnings: Immense fluff, cutesie whipped cream and strawberries and chocolate syrup fights, tackling onto to the kitchen tiles, awkward choking on food, SMUT, fingering, hand jobs, oral, (female receiving) lovey dovey loki

A/N: The wonderful Delilah ( @papi-chulo-bucky ) helped me write some of the smut for this, i became bloody clueless. the (*)  in certain parts of Loki’s speech is a quote (linked)  I’ve used from a blog I found, (trust my you’ll like the sound of it)

Word count:  4812

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You were wondering around the tower, a book in hand and your reading glasses in the other. You had just finished a sparring session with Steve, showering and then putting on some lounging clothes; a baggy vest and some pyjama shorts with some fuzzy socks.

Times had changed with the Avengers; grudges were slowly dissipating, mutual dislike turned to civility and Thor and Loki had become loving brothers once more.

Loki was usually isolated in his own mind, he was a social vampire when it came to gatherings; you wouldn’t get a word out of him unless you invited him into the conversation. He became a good man- it took him a while to earn the trust of the people around him and it took him a while to learn how to control his powers to use them for reasonable purposes.

Everyone was still skeptical about him, though, especially Clint. The whole mind control back in New York made the man uneasy and on guard constantly. Natasha had to keep distracting him whenever Loki joined everyone in the living area, for the man shot imaginary arrows in his general direction.

You had reached said living area and you heard howling laughter. You peaked around to see everyone laughing, apart from Loki.

“What’s going on guys?” You questioned, placing your book on the stand next to where the god was sitting.

“We’ve given Loki a new nickname.” Tony snorted. You rolled your eyes, knowing it wasn’t going to end well.

“And what would this nickname be, exactly?” You arched your brow at them whilst crossing your arms across. The guys, especially Tony and Sam, kept doing shit like this and it annoyed you to no end. You wanted Loki to feel welcome here, and they were making that impossible for him.

Horny.” You heard Loki mutter softly. You turned and looked at him then, emerald eyes meeting your wide ones. “Because of my helmet…What does it even bloody mean?” You kept hearing snorts of laughter in front of you and sneered at the two ‘grown ups’, but you had to stop yourself from giggling.

“Y'know you’re real funny, Tony, Sam, whoever made the nickname needs to grow up.” You picked up your book and sat next to man on the leather couch. “Just ignore them, Loki, they’re children in adult skin.” You whispered softly.

“I still want to know what it means, though.” He mumbled to himself, he shifted slightly and his arm brushed against yours, the coolness of his skin behind the thin material of his t-shirt making goosebumps rise upon your skin. “What are you reading, Y/N?”

“Oh, I’m reading The Rise and Fall of the Krays. Yeah, it’s a true story about two really famous gangsters in East London back in the… 1950’s? I think? Let me double check,” You placed a finger between the pages so you didn’t lose yours, and flipped the book to look at the blurb on the back. “Ah, the 50’s AND the 60’s. I was close.” Loki gave you a small smile and returned to looking out of the window.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the sound of soft breathing and distant conversations filling your ears, that is, until Tony piped up.

“We’re all going out in 10 minutes, wanna join, Y/N? Or are you staying here with Horny?” The man chuckled.

You usually declined going out- the hustle and bustle of busy bodies and widely socializing making you rather uncomfortable. You scoffed at Tony’s childish words.

“I’m keeping Loki company, so no thank you, manchild.” You smiled sarcastically at Tony and then looked at Loki. You jumped ever so slightly when you noticed he was watching intently.

“You don’t have to, dear. Go out and have some… Midgardian…fun…” He cringed at word 'fun’. Loki wasn’t used to Earth, still, his idea of fun was pulling pranks and scaring the shit out of people.

“No, no, I’d like to stay here with you - don’t give me that look, Loki -” You were cut off when you heard multiple farewells, returning them briefly. “I don’t like crowds…or large parties that much.”

“Ah, I see. I hope I don’t bore you too much, petal.” You blushed at the nickname he gave you. You and Loki had grown closer during his time at the tower; small talk turned into full blown conversations, boring nights turned into ones where you could bask in each others company for hours, no physical contact became small, innocent touches, but he was still very timid, though.

You shot up from your seat, heading towards the kitchen area, you felt the pang of hunger reside in your stomach, so you had to eat at least something to make it go away.

“Loki, would you like something to eat? I might make some waffles.” You received a hum and a soft 'please’ from him. You quietly turned to see him take a peek at your book and you smiled slightly.

You soon finished cooking, 4 waffles in total. You plucked needed confections out of the cupboards and fridge; chocolate syrup, whipped cream, strawberries.

Before you ushered Loki over, you connected your phone to the sound system and played some music. The place was silent, so you wanted to change that. You skipped through your music list, fist bumping the air as soon as you found ‘No Scrubs’ by TLC. It was one of your favourite as a young teen and you swayed to the beat whilst happily mumbling the lyrics.

“Loki, come get your waffles!” You hollered, the tall god swiftly made his way over the the kitchen, sitting at one of the stools by the island.

“I must admit, petal, I’ve never had these before.” You gasped at his confession, awestruck that he had never tasted the sweet food before.

“Oh, gosh, Loki. Here- try some of mine, I’ve got strawberries, chocolate and whipped cream. I promise, it’s really nice!” You urged, you took some on your fork and held it up to him. “Taste it.”

He timidly leaned forward and took the food from your fork, his teeth baring. As he chewed you saw his eyes roll back with a moan. You bit your lip as you saw his head roll back, exposing the fair skin of his slender neck.

“Lord, if I ever knew how good these tasted, I’d have them everyday. May I?” He gestured towards the confectionery on the table, you replied with a ‘of course’ before you dug into your own, you done good.

A soft tune came on, and you recognised it to be one of Hans Zimmer’s masterpieces. You always played his music whenever you and Loki basked in the late night silences, it relaxed him and helped him focus whilst he read, he told you.

“Could you please tell me the definition of ‘horny’ now, Y/N?” You choked on what you were halfway swallowing.

“U-um, yes, okay, er…” You stuttered, you really wanted to save Loki the embarrassment, but it felt like you were the one in said state.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Loki muttered, shoveling more waffle into his mouth.

“No- it’s just crude.” You grimaced. “It means a-aroused…” The clatter of Loki’s fork on his plate startled you out of your embarrassed dazed.

“Well, Stark is in for a thorough beating, dare I say. Not only is he humiliating me, but he’s insulting my helmet-” He stopped when he noticed you staring at him in shock, scared he would lash out and break any plates.

You noticed his amused gaze upon your face, he started to chuckle lightly.

“W-What? Loki, what’s so funny?” You laughed as you cocked an arched brow at him.

Seeing him so happy made your chest swell and a smile tug at your lips. Loki found it difficult to let loose, for he was almost on edge all the time, worrying that if he took his mind off of reality for just a second, something bad would happen.

Your eyes widened as you watched Loki swiped cream across your nose, you let out a shriek as you watched his hand dip into the little scoop of cream and swipe across your cheek, creating a giant line of the white substance.

“You…You’ve got a little something right here, Y/N,” Loki spoke, but this time, his voice was deep with seriousness. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze focused on your mouth. You watched as his finger gently touched your lip, before smearing more of the cream over your mouth.

You gasped as you felt the cream on your face, but this time he wasn’t getting off the hook. With a sudden burst of confidence, you lunged forward and with all your might, tackled him to the ground. You both landed onto the kitchen tiles with a loud thud, knocking over the stools that were beside you in the process.

“Oof!” Loki wheezed, “Ooh, my head…” He winced, holding his large hand to his head.

“Oh! Loki I-I’m so sorry!” you cried before getting to your knees and placing your hands on his shoulders. You peered down, trying to catch a glimpse of the spot he was holding, but instead was met with his trademark smirk. One that everyone knew meant trouble would soon follow.

‘Uh oh’ you thought. You immediately sat up straight, trying to make sense of why he would be looking at you that way. Before you could think, you felt two strong arms wrap around your body and pull you back onto the floor. He pinned you down with a strong arm before wiping more of the cream from your jaw to your neck. You gasped at the coldness of his slender fingers mingled with the cream and you wriggled underneath him, though he was tall and lithe he was heavy against your smaller form.

Loki managed to wipe more cream on you, not allowing you to escape from his strong grasp. His arm slipped and he accidentally wiped some of the sweetness in the valley of your breasts, both of your breaths hitching.

Loki’s playful facade fell as soon as he caught a glimpse of the small opening of your vest, which gave a perfect -and might he add, amazing view of your breasts. His eyes focused on your body, taking in every single detail it had to offer. From your chest, to your hair, all the way down to your hips. Dare he admit it, but he was enchanted by you.

“Forgive me,” he spoke, his voice soft as his eyes met yours once again. “But you truly are…one mesmerizing creature, Y/N.”

You swore on every single star in the sky, you felt your heart swell with the sensation of longing. You slowly reached a small hand to move a stray piece of raven hair away from his face, your fingers lingering on his jaw a few moments longer than they should have.

Everything was a blur as you felt Loki’s cool lips against yours, the mingled taste of strawberries and cream lingering on the supple skin. You laced your fingers into his long hair and tugged him closer to you, pressing your lips harder upon his.

You were jerked back to reality when you felt him pull away.

“I- I’m sorry, Y/N, for being so bold.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Loki, I haven’t gotten sticky whipped cream and chocolate syrup over me for nothing.” You giggled, pulling him down once more. You moaned as you felt his cool tongue brush against your own, your hips unconsciously bucking to meet his in pure need. You squeaked when you felt cold fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your head to the side.

Loki’s lips left yours, placing feather light kisses against your skin in a pathway to your neck. As lips and tongue left a wet path in their wake as they lapped up the whipped cream left there, you whispered his name, the sound of your voice and the bucking of your hips against his made him groan.

“Do you have any idea how much I crave this? Crave you? The taste of you? The feel of you? (*) Oh, darling, I’ve had plenty of feelings for you since the beginning. So beautiful, so kind, compassionate. I hope my feelings are not unrequited.” Loki confessed, his mouth brushing the valley of your breasts ever so slightly, collecting the white sweetness with his tongue.

“L-Loki, I’ve had something inside me, yearning for you, for a while. I need you, please.”

With that, Loki stood up from the kitchen tiles, pulling you with him. Gently pushing you against the counter, his hands found your hips and hair, he couldn’t decide whether to bring you closer or push harder against your soft body.

You let out a small whimper as his hands slowly snaked their way down to your hips, his nails dragging along your flesh teasingly, making you suffer in the best way possible. Loki dipped his face until it was resting onto your shoulder and began pressing little kisses along your skin.

A small sigh escaped your lips as his kisses slowly began traveling to the flesh beneath your ear, his lips sucking just enough to get a reaction from you. His hands worked their way from your hips until they were resting on the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slightly..

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was deeper now, yet filled with a hint of sincerity.

You felt your pyjama shorts sliding down your thighs, before they pooled around your ankles with a small plop, leaving you only in your underwear and fuzzy socks. You hastily kicked thee shorts from around your feet and your socks, sending them flying to the side of the kitchen, before leaning back into Loki’s touch as a kitten does it’s owner.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this, my love.” He confessed as he began undressing himself, slipping off the dark sweater from his body and revealing his incredibly toned torso. One that you found yourself growing extremely wet at the sight of. Loki was beautiful, despite his differences from his brother. To you, he was perfection.

“Please,” you whispered, feeling his erection pressing into your bum through his jeans. You felt his hands slowly making their way to your vest and one by one, began to unbutton each of the little buttons.

“Have patience, my love.” he smirked as he fumbled with the final button on your vest, pulling it back and letting the material slide off of your shoulders and onto the floor beneath you both, revealing the soft bra underneath, Loki dragged his slender fingers across the fine lacework, admiring the beauty of such an undergarment.

You could hear his breath hitch as his hands finally rested on your breasts, his slender fingers massaged each of them softly. He dragged his thumb across your nipples, before giving each of them an experimental flick over the thin material of your bra. You arched into his touch, your mouth forming an O.

“Oh my,” you breathed as a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

He let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled away, earning a small whine from you. Loki quickly rid himself of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the floor without a single care in the world, leaving him in only his tight boxer briefs, his hardness apparent under the thin material.

“So eager, yet you listen to me so well, come, my love. Follow me to my room.”

Bending over slightly, you hastily picked up both of your scattered clothes, trying not to make your rendezvous obvious to those who came back this way. As you straightened, you gasped as Loki turned you around and bent down, throwing you over his broad shoulder, taking you back to his room.

“You cheeky bastard!” You squealed as you felt a light spank to your backside.

“Tsk, tsk. Such profanity from a pretty little mouth like yours, Y/N.” You both laughed at this, you let your arms dangle over his back and you dragged your blunt nails across his flesh only slightly, and you felt him gasp at the sensation. You got a lovely view of his behind and you smiled to yourself.

You felt Loki’s hands grip your thighs, gently digging his nails into your soft flesh. You arrived at the door then- because your felt your feet brush against the solid door. Loki turned the handle and walked in swiftly, setting you down on your feet. He twisted his body and locked the door, you watched as the muscles in his back rippled with his movements and were completely lost in him.

You were brought out of your trance when you felt Loki’s plump lips brush against yours and feather light fingertips brush against your waist. You let your mouth go slack against his, allowing his tongue to brush against yours again, mirroring the actions in the kitchen. You trailed your hands up his forearms, to his broad shoulders and all the way up to his hair, tugging slightly.

Loki let out a soft groan against your mouth, sending vibrations right down to your throbbing heat. He hunched and dragged his hands to the back of your thighs, not once breaking your ongoing kiss, and hoisted you up against him, pushing you gently against his bedroom wall. The coolness making you shriek, making Loki pull back to look into your dilated pupils.

“I’m a frostgiant, love, I don’t need my room to be warm, you should know that already…” He mumbled, placing butterfly kisses into your neck. His erection was pulsing against your heat and you ground yourself down onto him, both sighing at the tasteful friction of his hard cock against the damp heat of your panties.

He pulled you off the wall then, setting you down onto the soft mattress of his bed. He nestled himself between your soft thighs and kissed you fervently. You became nervous; you had done this before, but this was a whole different atmosphere, Loki was different to the rest of the men you had slept with. He was powerful, dominant, he was from another fucking realm for god’s sake.

Loki could feel you tense against him, “I sense your unease, but I’ll be gentle, my love, I promise, there’s no other way I would want this, with you right now…” His words were silk as he spoke and he connected your lips in a passionate kiss that made your arch your back, keening for more of him against you, you shifted your calf around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours, eliciting a sharp groan from his chest as he felt your soaked panties grind against his clothed cock.

You rocked against each other like ocean waves, his hips shifting against yours, finding that much needed friction, “My sweet girl, so good for me, buck your hips, let me feel you against me.” The soft spoken words against your lips sent shivers down your spine, making you arch your back into him, your clothed core grinding against his once more.

Your lips broke apart, green eyes stared into Y/E/C and you felt his fingers tug at the waistband of your underwear asking for permission, and you granted him just that by swiftly nodding your head, bringing his face down to yours, kissing him deeply.

As Loki dragged your panties down your legs, your squirmed in excitement, the feeling of his cold fingers against your scorching skin making you wetter and wetter by the second. Kicking your panties off your ankles, you felt Loki set himself between your thighs once more.

“Do you want my fingers inside you, petal?”

“Mmm, Loki- please, I need you.” You soon felt to slender fingers part your wet folds, rubbing gently from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned loudly at his touch. He spread your slickness throughout your heat and slipped a single finger inside your sex, languidly probing at your g-spot.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” Loki muttered, watching you as your face contorted in pleasure, your teeth digging into your bottom lip.  “So wet, darling, so wet, all for me?” You hummed and threw your head back against the soft pillow as he inserted another finger, curling and dragging them in, out, in, out.

“L-Loki, keep going and I’m going to-to cum.” You choked. At these words Loki quickened the pace of his fingers whilst his other hand came to to toy with your sensitive clit, bringing you closer to climax, but as soon as you neared the brink he removed both hands from you, making you whine.

“You’ll cum around my tongue first, petal.” His voice was low, gravelly, and it made you take a deep breath, your chest heaved in anticipation as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them whilst keeping his emerald eyes locked onto yours, the action was so erotic you couldn’t bare it.

He proceeded to kiss you then, the taste of yourself on his tongue as his hands reached behind you to rid you of your bra, flinging it across the room in haste. The cool air of his room made your nipples harden, making Loki take the chance to tweak and roll them between his fingers, making you take a sharp breath as you arched your back, yearning for more of his touch.

He shifted down the bed and used his large hands to part your thighs, his grip tight but gentle. He blew a soft puff of cold air on your heat and you jumped.

“You are a goddess, you deserve to be worshipped properly, pleasured like there is no more time in the world, let me give you this, Y/N.” You felt Loki’s tongue lick a thick stripe up your glistening folds. His tongue gently separated your lips, nudging the small sensitive nub that was your clit. You weaved your fingers through his thick, dark locks, tugging sharply.

You gasped, feeling the amazing sensation between your legs. You had your fair share of men please you throughout your life. You’ve had them try their hardest to touch you just right, eager to find what makes you tick. But none of them, no matter how hard they tried, could achieve what Loki was currently achieving at the moment. He made you crumble beneath his touch within seconds, and worshipped your body as if it were the last thing he would ever do on Midgard.

Your fingers weaved their way into his black locks again, gently tugging them as his lips connected with your clit gave a harsh suck. Your body, as if it had a mind of its own, arched off of the bed as he pleasured you, one of hands stayed gripping your hip as the other slithered its way up your abdomen, massaging each breast.

Loki pulled away suddenly and peered up at you, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a mischievous smirk. “Does that feel good, my love?”

“Hmm, yes, Loki-”

“That’s it, Y/N, say my name,” He intentionally groaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight through your clit and you tumbled down from the immense orgasm. You were a panting mess, writhing and yanking at his hair as you came down from your high.

“I-If that’s what your tongue can do I can’t imagine what your cock can-” Loki silenced you with his lips, the familiar taste of yourself lingering on his tongue. “No need for filthy words, Y/N” Loki muttered against the skin underneath your ear, he could feel hot precum leak from his painfully hard cock, it almost drove him insane.

You relaxed and draped your arms around his neck, basking in the temporary silence, the only sound being both your heavy breathing. You snaked your hands down towards his hips and you palmed him through the thin fabric of his briefs. A choked groan tumbled from his lips at the gentle feeling. You continued to rub your palm across the length of his erect cock through the thin fabric, making Loki buck his hips into your touch.

“You can take them off, love.” You hooked your thumbs into the thick waist band and slowly tugged them down, your small hand curved over his ass, squeezing slightly and giggling at his shocked reaction. Loki didn’t flinch when the cool air of his room brushed against his swollen length, and it didn’t surprise you; he was a frostgiant.

He kneeled and shifted his boxers down his legs because your arms couldn’t reach. His cock stood proud and tall against his pale abdomen, the pinkness of his head contrasting beautifully against the pale.

Loki hissed in pleasure as your warm hand wrapped around him, your fingers smearing the precum around his tip. You began jerking him slowly, squeezing him here and there.

You let him take over, and you spread your legs until you were completely exposed to Loki again. Your breaths came out in short little puffs as he hovered over you, his green eyes darkened with a lustful gaze. You felt your entire body humming with excitement as he reached between your bodies and grasped ahold of his cock and gently ran it along your glistening slit.

His eyes found yours once again, but this time, instead of the predatory, lustful gaze, it was filled with love and passion.

“My love, as much as I want you to take you now, have you any precaution?” Loki’s gaze was serious, and he was relieved when you murmured the words ‘I’m on contraception’.

With a languid thrust of his hips, Loki was sheathed completely inside of you. You took a moment and felt the fullness of him inside you.

Loki held one hand on your hip as the other caressed your jaw as he gazed at you.

“You are divine, my sweet girl, so beautiful. (*) I will take you. Slowly, softly. And then I will claim you. Swiftly, thoroughly. So much that you will cry out for more. Your gentle whispers of my name shall become ragged screams of exhilaration.” He claimed your lips with his he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, the lude sound of slickness along with the sound of heavy breathing engulfing your senses.

Your arms hooked under his and your nails dragged down his back, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Patience, remember what I said, Y/N.”

You became the opposite, you wanted him thrusting harder, deeper, faster, you needed him pounding into you. Your wishes came true as you felt Loki’s large cold hand inch your thigh above his slim hips. Loki began to quicken his pace, though he kept his grace and steadiness whilst sucking your lip into his mouth, his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh, bringing a groan to rise from your throat.

“Ah-aaahhh, Loki I-” You hissed through your teeth as you felt bottom out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, as he pulls out to push back in again, his head brushes against your g-spot. Loki anchors himself by threading his fingers into your hair and pulling- not too rough, and not gently either. His other hand ventures down towards your heat, his fingers begin to draw pressured circles around your bundle of nerves and you begin to writhe against him in pleasure.

“That’s it, my good girl, cum for me, yes, cum for me, Y/N.” You feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words, with a swift pinch to your clit with his cool fingers, you come undone around Loki’s cock, your muscles contracting against him, adding pressure to the thick vein on the underside, egging his own orgasm on.

“Ah, fuck, Y/N. You’re so good for me, petal, my goddess, let me see those beautiful eyes.” Loki’s face contorted with his orgasm, as yours did prior. You felt the hot, thick streams of cum fill you as he almost collapsed on top of you and it prolonged your own orgasm, making you scream his name.

As Loki pulled out of you, he peppered tender kisses over your shoulders and neck. He shifted to lean on his elbow to look at you in your naked glory, the sweat was apparent on both of your flesh, gleaming in the soft light emitted from the lamp next to your head. Loki stroked a single finger over the skin of your cheek.

“I don’t think I’ve loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. It’s such a foreign feeling.”

“It’s okay, I love you too, Loki,” You pulled on a strand of his hair playfully, a smile adorning your lips, “though, I think we should shower, my hair’s gone a bit sticky from the chocolate syrup…horny.

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Theories (Peter Quill)- Part Two

Pairing: Peter Quil x OC

Prompt: Sequel to Theories (Peter Quill)

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut for daysss.

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I paced the tiny length of my room at least a dozen times, trying to shake off what had just happened between Quill and I. Even with weeks of grazing touches and longing looks behind us, that was the closest we’d come to…to what? What exactly had I been about to say to him before Rocket had interrupted with his imperfect timing? That I had feelings for him? That he was right?

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Green-Eyed Monster

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Colin (OC) Misha Collins, Bob Singer (mention),

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, Jealousy, drinking (everyone are adults), flirting, meh I don’t know. Just read it - it is not angsty, not for me anyways. Flangst maybe.   

Wordcount: 2900ish

A/N: This is written for @jalove-wecallhimdean’s “Do it like Dean” Challenge. My prompt was ”He’s just a cheap trick…like a little slut!” - It is still in the exact words but they are slurred a bit because someone is drunk. Hope that it okay :D Thanks for letting me participate. This was fun :D

Thanks to my boo @chaos-and-the-calm67 for helping me come up with this idea, and thanks to my Sam to my Dean @blacktithe7 for betaing it for me and helping me make Jensen sound drunk. You girls rock!

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

It wasn’t unusual for Jensen and some of the cast members to go out on Friday nights after a full week of filming, especially not if noone were planning on flying home that weekend. Those Friday nights were as amazingly fun for Jensen some days as they were torturous other times. Tonight was one of the later.

Jensen downed yet another shot of whiskey, signaling to the bartender to keep them coming. Jensen felt his temper boil inside of him with each wave of heat the strong liquid sent through his abdomen. This was unusual. Drinking never used to affect his temper before. If anything, Jensen was a very loving drunk. He was sure he would have been tonight too if it wasn’t for Mr. Bigshot putting his greasy paws all over Y/N as she danced with him.

Jensen didn’t know the guy, but he also didn’t have to to know he was a first class asshole. Jensen couldn’t believe she couldn’t see that. He couldn’t believe she let him touch her like that.

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Another instance of this fandom’s double standards:

-Oli and Calvin accompany Louis around the whole world, support him during his performances, stay at his public house in LA. People are like “awww! Friends being there for their friends. How cute”!

-Nick accompanies Anne and Robin to the taping of The Graham Norton Show to support Harry and be there for him. People are like : “yikes! They are implying they are dating! Yikes, he will come out with him”.

Like for fucks sake, it that doesn’t reek of a mix of double standards and homophobia … The only reason you are creating unnecessary drama is because you know that Nick is gay. As if two grown-up gay men cannot be friends. However, Oli’s and Calvin’s constent presence with Louis doesn’t borher you because you think/know they are straight! Wow, what a great criterion to judge friendships!

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“I can’t believe he’s getting married Cal”
“He couldn’t run away forever…“
“Do you want to tell me something hubby?“

“My brother. After all this time… he looks so scared.“
“He’s officialising the biggest commitment of his life, of course he is… at least he’s not crying like you on our wedding day.“
“You promised you’d never bring that up again“

Movie Night

Request: Hello hello! How about a Peter Parker x reader where the reader is Neds sister?

A/N: Man, this was actually pretty fun to write. Feel free to send in more requests!! 

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1,323

You were Ned’s older sister by one year. You and Ned were rather close, you would usually spend your Friday nights watching movies with him and his best friend Peter Parker who lived in the apartment below yours.

You had grown up with the two of them, you had always thought of Peter like a second little brother. Recently, Peter had been spending less and less time with you and Ned. You assumed it was because he had a girlfriend, but Ned had told you differently. Apparently he was always at his Stark Internship, but you weren’t so sure.

It was weird, you never saw Peter anymore and you found yourself missing him. A lot. You weren’t sure what to think about that. But whenever you did see Peter, he was always awkward around you. He would stutter, trip over things, you weren’t sure what was going on with him.

“Hey Y/N, Peter is coming over for movie night tonight,” Ned shouted into your room.

You opened your bedroom door “When will he be here?” You asked

“He’s coming over now. I’m just running across the street to get snacks, so let him in when he comes. And play nice!” Ned said

“What do you mean, I always play nice,”

“Sure, Y/N…“ Ned said, walking out the front door.

A few moments later there was a knock and the door and Peter poked his head in.

“Ned? Y/N?” Peter said

“Hey Peter! Come in!” You said

Peter smiled when he saw you, “Is Ned here?” He asked

“Just ran out to get some snacks for us. But you can come in and we can pick a movie to watch,”

“Cool! That sounds good,”

Peter walked over to where you were sitting in front of the tv and helped you sort through your movie collection.

“Peter I haven’t seen you in weeks- “ you started

“Y/N, you saw me yesterday,”

You rolled your eyes “I mean really seen you! We haven’t had a decent conversation in weeks, Peter. Tell me something! how’s your Stark Internship? How’s Liz? Still have that massive crush on her?”

“Uh, Stark internship is fine. Keeps me busy,” Peter answered

“And what about Liz…”

“Its not her that I have a crush on. I haven’t even talked to her since she left,” Peter admitted

“Oh, but there is a crush?”

Peter shrugged, still looking through the movies.

“C’mon Parker. You can tell me who it is. Is is MJ? Natalie from your Chem class? Gwen Stacey? She’s pretty. Or is it Ned? Peter, if its Ned, you can tell me, I promise I won’t tell him,”

Peter smiled, “No, Y/N, I don’t have a crush on Ned. You’re getting warmer though,”

“I’m getting warmer? Oh god. Its not our mom is it? Liking the older ladies is cool, Peter, but that would be illegal,” you teased

“Oh my god, Y/N,” Peter laughed

“So not my mom, then? Who else does that leave?”

“I like you,” Peter said, finally looking up from the movies in front of him

“What?”

“It’s you I have a crush on,”

Before you could open your mouth, the front door opened and Ned walked in.

“Did you guys pick a movie yet?”

“Yeah, we settled on Phantom Menace,” Peter said

“We so did not Parker!”

Ned laughed, I’m just gonna grab some bowls, will the to of you decide on a movie please,”

“You like me?” You whispered

Peter nodded

“Well you know Parker, I have a crush on this friend of Ned’s. I mean, he’s my friend too, but he’s been ignoring me recently. I thought he cared about me and liked me but then he stopped coming around so I really wasn’t sure what to think,”

“I really do like you Y/N,” Peter said quietly

You smiled “I believe you Parker, but how can I be so sure that you’ll actually stick around if I were to ask you out on a date. How can I be sure you won’t blow me off like how you’ve cancelled the last ten movie nights with me and Ned,”

Peter went to say something when Ned walked back into the room.

“Decide on a movie?” Ned asked

“Yep, we’re just going to watch Phantom Menace,” you said

The movie was the most award film you had ever watched. You could feel the tension radiating off of you and Peter. Peter sat in between you and Ned, and Ned could tell something was up.

When Peter left after the movie, Ned confronted you.

“What did you say to Peter?”

“I told him I like him,” you admitted

“Wait, you like Peter?”

“Yep. Apparently he likes me too,” you said

“Y/N, wait, does that mean you two are dating now? Are my best friend and my sister dating? Damn, I feel like Ross from FRIENDS,” Ned rambled

“No, Ned. I’m not dating Peter,” you said, and went to sit in your room.

Not more than ten minutes later there was a knocking sound at your window. You jumped up, but found it was only Peter.

“What the fuck, Parker? You gave me a heart attack,”

“Sorry,”

You both stayed silent and stared at each other

“So are you going to let me in?” Peter eventually asked

You moved aside and allowed Peter to climb through your window.

“So why are you here, Peter?” You asked

“What do you mean? You texted me asking if I could come back over, but come down the fire escape,”

“No I didn- Ned. Fuck. I left my phone out in the living room. Ned texted you,”

“Oh, does that mean you don’t want me here? I can go,” Peter said

“No, no. Its fine, Peter. You can stay,”

“Does that mean we can finish our conversation from earlier?” Peter asked

“I suppose it does,”

“Look, Y/N, I really do like you. Like I really like you. I’ve had a massive crush on you since I knew what a crush was,”

“Then what the fuck Peter?” You questioned

“I’m sorry I’ve been so distant with you and Ned lately. The Stark internship really takes up a lot of my time,”

“So much time that you cant even bother answering my texts?”

“That is inexcusable, Y/N. You’re right,”

“I have nothing more to say Peter, you know how I feel about you, and you know why I don’t want to take anything further,”

“Please, Y/N, give me a chance. I promise i’ll be better. I’ll cut my hours at work, and I’ll spend time not just with you but with Ned too,”

You stayed silent, hoping Peter would continue.

“I never thought I would come to a day where I would lose you and I took advantage of that. I thought that I would always have you and that regardless of how many times I blew the two of you off for my internship that you would always be there waiting for me. I know now that I was wrong. I just need you, Y/N. I need you and I miss you,”

You stayed silent, staring at Peter.

“Fine, I get it. You’re not going to change your mind. I’ll just go,” Peter said, starting back towards your window.

“I miss you too, Parker,” you stopped him

Peter turned to you “Will you give me a chance Y/N?“

“I suppose we could try this out. But this means you have to at least answer my texts, Parker,”

Peter smiled and walked over to you and brought you into a hug. You slowly unfolded your arms and wrapped them around Peter.

“KISS HER!” You heard Ned shout through the door

“God, i’m going to kill that boy later, but you heard him Parker, kiss me,”

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DARK MATTER | 1.08

I knew it!

Home (Robb Stark x Reader)

Anon requested:  can you do a Robb x female reader where the reader is married to another lord but loves Robb and he loves her? and it eventually leads to smut? thank you! 

A/N: I don’t really write smut, so instead I just kind of wrote up to it. You can let your imagination do the rest lol 

Warning(s): cheating, implied smut, a possibly out of character Robb (I’ve only written for him once before this)

Originally posted by robbstarkmademedoit

Your house, House (H/N), has always been loyal to the Starks. For as long as you could remember, you lived in Winterfell. When your father fell ill, however, your house was in a critical state. You were their only child, and unwed. So, your mother managed to secure a betrothal to a Frey. As ugly as the man was, you were now part of a house bigger than your own, and with it came more money.

You lived at the Twins in the Riverlands, but that didn’t stop you from visiting home, to your parents and the Starks. You were, after all, close to them all.

Especially Robb. There was always… something… between the two of you. What, you couldn’t say. You were friends, of course, but everyone knew about the longing looks, about the lingering touches, and about the feelings even you weren’t fully aware of.

You arrived at Winterfell after traveling, and immediately, you were reminded just how cold it was there. You pulled your grey cloak tighter around you as you stepped out of your wheelhouse, and you were greeted by your mother and father.

“(Y/N)! Darling!” Your mother exclaimed as she proudly pulled you into a tight hug, which you returned equally. You then hugged your father, and the three of you exchanged greetings before you went back to their home. You were only there for a short time, having eaten and bathed, before Robb visited.

Immediately upon seeing him, your heartbeat hastened, your eyes widened, and you got butterflies in your stomach. Wait, no, forget butterflies- you had full on bats. Ravenous bats that flew around, making you nauseous and nervous. Robb had grown up considerably since the two of you last met, but you had, too. His jawline was stronger, and light brown facial hair was growing along it. His hair seemed darker and curlier than you remembered, but his eyes remained the same, just as strong as before.

“Robb, what a pleasure to see you,” You curtsied slightly as a formality.

However, he was apparently past formalities. He smiled and laughed before he embraced you firmly.

“Is that anyway to greet an old friend?” He said in your ear. The proximity of his mouth to your ear sent chills down your spine, his breath tickled your neck. Hesitantly, the two of you parted, and you realised that your cheeks were flushed.

“I came once I heard you were home,” Robb explained.

He had a grin now, a grin you recognized. It was your secret signal, see, one that you had when you were children. If you were right, it meant he really just wanted to speak with you somewhere. There was a glimmer in his eyes that confirmed your thoughts. You told your parents you were going off to visit the rest of his family, but in reality, you were going off somewhere to spend some quality time with Robb.

Once the two of you were outside, Robb offered you his arm. You gratefully looped your arm with his, and allowed him to lead you away. You made small talk; Robb asked you about the Riverlands, about the Frey’s and how your husband was treating you. You asked him about his family, and about the way things were going at Winterfell. By the time you had stopped walking, you realized you were now by the Godswood.

“Why are we here?” You asked, letting go of his arm and looking around with confusion.

Robb stood in front of you, and in your eyes, you could see that he was in pain. He licked his lips, something you knew he did when he was nervous.

“I need to speak with you. This is the only place I could think of where no one would interrupt us.” Robb said. Now, he stepped closer, his hands clasping yours. “(Y/N), everyday you have been away has been terrible. I miss you. Your family misses you.”

You knew what was coming. Every time you came home, Robb tried to convince you to break off the marriage and return to live back in Winterfell. You always refused; it wasn’t that simple. Your family needed this marriage. You thought that of all people, Robb would understand. It seemed that you were wrong. This made you angry.

You ripped your hands from his. “Don’t start this again, Robb.”

“You don’t belong there, (Y/N)! You belong here, with your family.”

By then, you had your arms crossed and your back turned to him. Your jaw was clenched in anger. “We are not children anymore, Robb. Our duty must-”

“I don’t care.” More pleadingly, he added: “Break off the marriage. Come back to Winterfell. If I permit it then the Frey’s-”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Walder Frey would never allow it.” You turned back to him, shocked by his offer. “Why do you even care, Robb?” You were tired, and you wanted only to lay down somewhere, forgetting everything; the marriage, your duty to your family, Robb. You were tired of always having to do things you didn’t want to, simply because you had to. It was your life; you wanted to live it how you pleased.

“Because I love you! I thought that was obvious!” Robb suddenly shouted. His voice echoed throughout the woods. You were shocked by his outburst.

“No,” you gulped. “It wasn’t obvious. Maybe because any time I showed an interest in you, you ran away from me.”

It was true. When you were teenagers, you did indeed try to pursue Robb. You once tried to kiss him; he turned his head and said he had to go. You flirted with him; he went off and talked to other girls. After a while, you grew tired of this. You shut that part of your heart off. Until now.

“I was stupid, (Y/N), I was a stupid kid. It’s different now.” He stepped towards you, cupped your cheek, and tilted your head up so you were looking at him. “I’m sorry.”

By then, you were weak to his charms. You softened in his hands, clasping his hand over your cheek with your own hand. “It’s okay.” You whispered.

Finally, it happened; he kissed you. It was intense and passionate, but soft and firm. You locked your hands behind his neck while he softly pushed you back, until you were pressed against a tree trunk. His kisses trailed along your jawline, to your neck, leaving you breathless.

“This is a bad idea…” You managed to mutter, though it came out more as a hoarse breath.

Robb’s lips brushed against your collarbone as he replied with an equally hoarse “Yeah.”

Some better part of your mind was screaming at you that this was wrong, that you should stop, because this was cheating and you were married. But a larger part of you didn’t give a shit.

You gasped as he reached the sweet spot on your neck, tilting your chin up and tangling your fingers in his hair. Chills erupted throughout your entire body, and electricity coursed through your veins, making your fingertips tingle. You wanted him.

“A really bad idea.” You said, though the protest wasn’t really a protest at all. In fact, you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted to keep going. You couldn’t say that, really, but you knew this was wrong of you.

Much to your displeasure, he paused. His eyes met yours, his breathing as rugged as yours, and within them you could see pure passion. Adoration. Love.

“Do you want me to stop?” His tone was husky and hoarse, and a million times more attractive.

Gods, I’m a terrible person for this, you thought, before you replied.

“No.” And with that, you pulled his lips back to yours.

If The Shoe Fits: Alexander Hamilton X John Laurens

Word Count: 4 997

Summary: Alexander Hamilton, starring as Cinderella. 

Warnings: Minor character death ; bad parenting ; forced servant


Casting

Cinderella : Alexander Hamilton

Prince Charming : John Laurens

The Fairy Godmother : George Washington

Evil Stepmother : Aaron Burr

Evil Stepsisters : Thomas Jefferson ; James Madison

The Pigeons : Marquis de Lafayette ; Hercules Mulligan

Cinderella’s Mother : Rachel Faucette [Alexander Hamilton’s Mother]

Cinderella’s Father : James Hamilton [Alexander Hamilton’s Brother]

The King : Henry Laurens [John Laurens’ Father]


Once upon a time, a mother lived happily with her two sons in a small cottage by the edge of the wood. The mother and her sons did not live a life of luxury; however, they lived happily in each others’ company. However, one dreadful winter, the three of them fell sick with the fever, the mother in the worst condition of them all. One day, knowing she would soon die, she called her two sons to her bedside.

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