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Fast-Forward: Part 2

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Bright light flickered above her as she shifted underneath the heavy quilt. Claire was hot, warmer than she’d ever been in her life. The heat stifled her as she tried to dig her way out.

Seeing her distress, Jamie gently pried the duvet from the sides where Jenny had tucked it in tight. He’d been with her all night, watching and waiting as if to assure himself that she was safe.

Jenny and Ian had been raging when he’d driven home, his sister’s face alight with fury as he’d pulled his car to a stop in the drive. Rushing from the porch, Ian had tried to pull her backwards, his gaze apologetic as she’d waggled her finger at her wayward brother.

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Here Comes The General

If you’ve got beef with the tribe of Berk, remember the golden rule: Never, ever mess with General Hofferson.

(fanfic.net) (ao3).

“Here comes the general!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen!”

“Here comes the general!”

“The lady you’ve been waiting for!”

“Here comes the general!”

“The Chief’s second-in-command!”

“Here comes the general!”

ASTRID HOFFERSON!”


Hiccup had a headache.

Not a little headache either, a big one, pounding behind his eye-sockets, and no matter how much he squeezed his eyes shut, he couldn’t get the feeling to go away. All stimuli made it worse – even the tiny chink of light coming through the cracks in the wood made him duck his head and close his eyes. It was the same feeling he’d had as a teenager that time he’d stolen his father’s mead, lost all of his senses, and woken up in a meadow a day later, ashen-faced and swearing never again.

This time when he’d woken up, it had taken him a while to remember where he was: it seemed to take forever for the fog in front of his eyes to clear, and even when it did he hadn’t recognized his surroundings. The rough burn of rope around his wrists and the gentle bobbing back and forth were clues, but it wasn’t until he’d heard the scratchy voices in front of him that it all came back to him.

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couple of horndogs, these two

oily massage turns in to an oily dickin’ (what a plot twist amirite?) ft. brotherly teasing

~1600 words (and minimal editing)


Thor admires his brother from behind as they dry themselves off after their bath. A smirk graces his face as Loki grimaces and hisses softly, his movements awkward and stiff after a long overdue bout in the sparring ring. He admires the bruises left scattered over his brother’s creamy skin, taking them in shamelessly and greedily, knowing that the potion Loki had put in their bath would make disappear within hours. The medicinal scent of it lingers in the muggy air, sitting in the back of his throat.

When Loki bends forward to pat the water off his bruised shins, Thor finds himself unable to resist the temptation his brother’s ass presents. He pulls his towel from where it’s wrapped low around his hips, sneaks up closer without a sound as he twirls the fabric between his hands.

The snap echos off the tiled walls. As does Loki’s high-pitched yelp and Thor raucous laughter.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, Can you please write something about Claire comforting Jamie and maybe talking to him when he is asleep a bit like he talks to her in the books. Thank you!

Hi Anon, Thank you for your message! I hope this is the sort of thing you had in mind. xxx

Claire watched Jamie from beneath her lowered lashes, she did not want him to know she was awake when he had clearly tried so very hard not to wake her.

The fire was drifting to embers but a faint red glow still emitted from the hearth, enough to make out the lines of his body against the soft blue velvet of the bouji chair. He was naked and Claire could see the red hairs that usually lay flay against the slope of his thigh standing rigid. The room was reasonably warm, as was to be expected for late May and Claire felt her pulse quicken as she realised that he must be afraid.

“Dinna fash Sassenach, I’ll be well soon.”

His voice was a soft rumble in the silence of the near darkness, giving her the option to continue to feign sleep should she wish to.

Claire pushed herself up onto her elbows and thumbed a tumble of hair back from her face

“What’s the matter?”

“Just a feeling, lass. Nothing more.”

One of the pine logs in the fire cracked and a few small sparks shot upwards. Claire wrapped her arms around her knees and waited for him to speak again.

When Jamie remained silent she slowly pushed the blankets back from her lap and got out of bed crossing the room, her bare feet soft against the hardwood flooring.

“Dinna touch me, please.”

She had been reaching out to him but her hand stopped in mid-air and hovered uncertainly.

“Jamie, please tell me what’s wrong. Was it a dream?”

His face was turned away from her as Claire studied his profile intently, looking for any clue as to what it could be that had driven him from their bed. His cheeks were dry and his eyes, fiercely locked on the burning wood and tendrils of smoke rising from it, were clear and alert.

“No not a dream … I …”

He turned to her then and a small smile, devoid of humour, curved his lips

“I woke up and didna ken where I was. I didna ken this room, nor these hands,”

He held his hands up before his face in illustration and Claire gently reached out and grasped his fingers within her own.

“I didna ken who I was, mo nighean donn.”

He shifted his gaze to her, blue eyes wide and troubled with a confusion that he could not name.

“I kent who ye were, but no’ your name and I didna trust myself no’ to crush you to me if I stayed beside ye, so I lay down on the floor and counted the wood grains I could feel beneath my fingers until I came back to myself.”

Claire gently sank to her knees and placed her free hand delicately on his leg, rubbing the long shin softly before making her way around to the sculpted muscle of his calf.

“That sounds like a very acute anxiety attack.”

She said and Jamie snorted

“I thought they were the ones where it feels like I have run until I canna breath and my heart is about to burst in my chest.”

“They come in different types.”

Claire explained gently and Jamie nodded.

“This one wasna so bad as the other type, I wasna frightened, only a bit dazed.”

“That’s something.”

Claire offered him a small smile and he squeezed her fingers gently.

“Aye it is.”

“Come to bed, Jamie.”

Claire stood and slowly urged her husband to his feet. She pulled back the blankets and waited for him to settle onto his back before carefully tucking them up around him, being sure not to pull them too tightly. Settling herself in beside him, she held out her arm and smiled

“Come lay your head, man.”

For a moment she thought he would refuse, but slowly, like a cat uncurling from sleep, he rolled towards her and placed his cheek against her breast with a contented sigh.

“Bree used to lie like this, you know. When she was little and not feeling well or just having trouble sleeping.”

“I can see why. Ye are a great comfort Sassenach, it is like knowing that I am in a completely safe place and that no one can find me unless I choose to be found.”

Claire had not expected him to explain it as such and found that she had nothing to say in response. The thought of Jamie feeling exposed and vulnerable made her heart ache with sorrow but if she was able to offer some small glimmer of comfort in the confines of their bed, then that was something. Claire smoothed his hair back and shrugged, twining her legs with his beneath the covers and stroking her hand down the welted scars of his back with a rhythmic movement. Up and down, Up and down …

“Scooch down, Sassenach. Let me hold ye so.”

Jamie murmured beginning to pull away but Claire’s arms only tightened around his shoulders.

“Stay right where you are. I like holding you.”

She scolded and Jamie grinned, she felt his cheek curve upwards against her chest and kissed the crown of his head.

“Aye, but I like holding ye too and if I fall asleep like this, I’ll give ye a numb arm.”

“It’s only my left arm and I have you to guard my left side anyway.”

She joked but Jamie’s arms tightened around her protectively

“I protect all of ye, mo Sorcha. For you are my home, my heart and the carriage of my very soul.”

His voice was thick with sleep but sure and clear all the same

“I am better off lost, if I do not have you Claire.”


Claire remained awake, stroking his back, and gently smoothing his hair for some time after Jamie’s breathing had quietened to the sound rhythmic snores of a deep slumber. On impulse, she touched the corner of his mouth and instantly felt him smile against her, that sweet little smile that she did not need light to see for she knew it as surely as she knew the colour of his eyes and the touch of his hand.


“I protect all of you too, you know.”

She whispered

“And I will continue to do so with my very life, James Fraser, until my time is done and,”
She paused, swallowing
”I will never leave you again. Wither thou goest, I too shall go. I promise.”

Originally posted by moan-s

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Standard Line Meccariello

Double buckle goat suede navy blue

Switch. Irene Adler

Request: Hi! I may have sent this request in a month ago, but my memory is very bad, so please forgive me. Could I request an Irene Adler x female!reader story where the reader takes on the dominatrix role instead? Maybe include ropes and/or strap ons. I hope this is enough to work with, Lu! <3

Triggers: Smut. Sub!Irene

Word Count: 1318

Enjoy ;D

Originally posted by alexkeehl

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