hear nails

Synopsis: You are cursed with the ability to feel others’ emotions through touch. During a battle you’re fighting with Loki, he touches you and it opens your eyes to who he is. 

A/N: I’ll probably add more parts to this and make it a mini-fic, just because I love this concept so much. Our poor little God of Mischief isn’t evil, just misunderstood and dealing with a lot. 

Warnings: implied smut, violence, blood

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Friends With Benfits

Pairing: Stuart x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Warnings: holy lord, a lot of sin.

Words: 3627

Author’s Note: This is the first smut I’ve written that’s actually one of Dyl’s characters, and I love Stuart so I picked him. I got the idea from my best bb Caitlin. Thanks to @dumbass-stilinski for reading it over, proofreading, and lurking around when I was writing it last night. Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


I’ve known Stuart for literally most of my life and ever since he’s left for college we haven’t had the chance to meet up and see each other. A lot of people don’t really know this, but Stuart was ultimately the one who took my virginity. A few days after that night, we couldn’t stand being away from each other, and managed to find our way into his bed again. That night, he made me cum so many times that I lost count. They way his hands, lips, and tongue felt on my warm skin it easily became addictive, especially that wonderful cock of his. For not having sex that many times he really knows what he’s doing and I’m loving it, so much that he’s ruined it for other guys. After so many times that we had fucked we decided to become friends with benefits, none of us declared the whole “no strings attached” rule, because I’ve honestly had a crush on him since we were kids, I just don’t know how he feels about me. It’s been about four or five months since me and Stuart have fucked and I’m going through major withdrawals.

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ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏɴ ʀᴀᴋᴜʏᴏᴜ | ᴋᴀᴍᴜɪ ᴠꜱ ᴜᴍɪʙᴏᴜᴢᴜ

Look at me, Umibouzu. I’ve grown stronger. Ever since then, I’ve desperately trying to follow in your footsteps. Ever since then, I’ve kept fighting just to surpass you. Look at me, Umibouzu. I’ve grown strong enough to kill you.

When A Rival Gang Kidnaps You

(Little bit of a trigger warning so beware. To others, enjoy!) ~Kim Namjoon~

Being the Mafia Boss of Bangtan, Namjoon would be the angriest. He wouldn’t show it around the others, but as was his blood was boiling at the thought of those bastards hurting you, his sanity would dwindle. Namjoon kept glancing at the framed photo of you on his desk.

He was tense all over and couldn’t sleep without your warm body next to him at night. It might be pathetic to some, but your pillow still held a scent that was completely you. Namjoon would bury his face in the fabric and let angry tears drop onto the cushioned fabric.

His next move was to bring out each and every gun he owned. Namjoon would carefully clean them and thinking about how satisfying it would be to watch his enemies skulls crack with each shot.

“I swear Y/n, I’ll get you back. Even if I have to kill every last one of those fuckers to do it.”

~Kim Seokjin~

Jin would be ready to fight everyone and anybody with how tense he had become. Being the Designated Driver, it was his responsibility to get you in the van and to safety. He had watched with his own  eyes as two masked men dragged you away from the van. Jin could still hear your nails digging into the siding of the van as they dragged you away.

Jin had went to Namjoon multiple times, begging his boss to let him try a quick rescue plan. Namjoon shot down each and every time, trying to reason with him. Jin would just close his mouth tightly and shake his head in disapproval.

Sometimes he would disappear and just drive around in the van, trying to get his mind off of you and focus on trying to get you back. But the keychain picture of you dangling from his keys made that all the more difficult.

“Hang on baby, I’ll get you back.”

~Min Yoongi~

Yoongi would openly display his anger. Throwing shit that annoyed him and going as far as picking fights with the older members. Bangtan would try to reason with him, but nothing could be said to the Hustler of the group.

Yoongi was known to be precise with his money and thoughts. Yet you were his most prized possession and now that you were in the hands of his enemy, he crumpled.

Yoongi took out his lighter and began to watch his money burn to crisp onto the ground. No amount of money was worth living for if he couldn’t have you. It started with dollar bills and built up to a hundred.

“I’ll watch them burn for what they did to you.”

~Jung Hoseok~

Hoseok sat impatiently at his computer for days on end. Trying to figure ways out to hack into the enemies database. The others gathered around him as the screen lit up and a video of you was shown. You were blindfolded and gagged, missing most of your clothing. Hoseok clenched his jaw and Namjoon could only lay a hand on his shoulder as a masked figure approached you with what could only be a whip.

You struggled in your chair but he leather restraints around your limbs made it impossible to move. The man trailed the whip over your throat and looked directly into the camera.

“This is what happens, when you don’t follow rules Bangtan…” the while lashed down and stroked across your chest. Yoongi reached out and slammed the laptop shut. Hoseok was shaking in anger. He was visibly sweating and breathing heavily.

Without even a warning he stood from his chair, picked it up by one arm and slung it across the room. Nearly knocking down Jungkook in the process. Jimin and Namjoon moved to restrain Hoseok before he could cause anymore damage to himself or others.


~Park Jimin~

Jimin leaned his chin against his palms as he studied the anonymous sent picture of you. You were tied to a chair, then a operating table. Blindfolded and gagged with a busted nose and a blackened eye in the next. His eyes were dry from the hours he spent crying over you.

Jimin killed for a living. Nothing shook him anymore. Not until you were kid napped by a turf gang who decided to buck up to Bangtan. They were small, but dangerous, killing for fun.

Jimin took the sniped rifle that was leaning against the couch and checked the sights. His arms were shaking because of exertion, but adrenaline was what kept him going.

“I’ll show these children what a real killer looks like.”

~Kim Taehyung~

Taehyung had dabbled in all sorts of poisons that could make someone literally vomit up their own stomach. Even tested a few on himself to form an antidote. Nothing made his stomach feel worse than losing you. You weren’t dead, Tae was positive if that. That didn’t make the pain disappear, only made it worse.

Taehyung carefully dropped the last pinpoint of poison into the bullet. He pulled off his gloves and marveled at its beauty. Being the weapons crafter, this was his job. He would make those bastards pay for what they did to you, one way or another.

Taehyung looked to the portrait of you and him during spring of last year. You were so beautiful and charming, he wondered what he did to deserve you. Taehyung loaded the bullet into the chamber of his pistol and gave it a good sling before cocking it one good time.

“I’m saving this one for you, Y/n. You can use it on whoever you choose.”

~Jeon Jungkook~

Jungkook was the rookie. The youngest out of Bangtan. Being only 20, his hormones were still very active. He was the hothead as well, always looking for a fight. Yet he couldn’t possibly fight any living person, for he had accidentally killed a man once when his anger had flown out of control. He was only 16 at the time and that experience had shaped him into the man he was today.

Jungkook had to settle on the punching bag before him. He had stripped of his sweaty shirt hours ago. The bandages had been stopped long ago because the blood seeping through them was getting messy. Jungkook growled when one chain busted off of the bag.

With a single spin including a roundhouse kick, the remaining rusty chains snapped and the bag collapsed on the dusty ground. Jungkook could only think of killing the rival gang members with his bare hands for ever harming you.

“Sit tight princess, daddy is coming.”

~Well this is badass…😮 Finished the actual request and feeling damn proud of myself~

Made of Skin and Bones

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, make out

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

Tags: at the end. ARE NOW CLOSED (sorry guys) I wrote them again one by one I really hope this time they work

A/N: So sorry guys for the delay, here I’m again! :)

9. Shore

Arrows whilst around your heads making you wince and yell every time you hear them nail in some surface. James is dragging you running through the trees, zigzagging and dodging the sharp arrows with difficulty. Your lungs hurt from the effort and the panic.

Suddenly James pushes you under a great hollowed root and covers your mouth with one hand. It is difficult to keep silence because of your laborious breathing and he presses your head against his chest trying to quell the little noises coming out of your mouth. You’re sure your heart is about to explode and you want to cry, who the hell is trying to kill you?

- Shhh - he tries to calm you down 

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BTS REACTION: Their S/O cries instead of moans during sex.


Jin held onto your hips, throwing his head back as a moan softly escaped his lips. You remained silent. He was used to it. He was the more vocal one in bed. He was startled when he saw a tear roll down your cheek. He immediately stopped moving, and pulled out.

“Why did you stop?” you asked. He looked down at you in shock.

“Jagi. you were crying!” he yelled.

“Because it felt amazing.” you said blushing. That was all he needed to hear.

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon


You dug your nails into Suga’s back as he thrusted with quickened speed. The room was rather silent, until Suga heard a sniffle. 

“Jagi? Are you crying?” he asked, slowing down just in case he was hurting you. 

“Don’t slow down Suga it feels good” you whispered. He was confused, but continued, not bothering to question it. 

Originally posted by scartic

J Hope

J Hope was often gentle with you. Thats when you would moan for him, but when he was fucking you up, there was no time for it. Your breath would often get caught in your throat, or your brains were too smushed together. He saw a tear slowly roll down your cheek and would immediately stop.

“Okay time to take things slowwww” he sang, which you didn’t mind either.

Originally posted by hohbi

Rap Monster

As soon as he saw the tears roll down your cheeks, though they were tears of pleasure, he would freak out. 

“It’s normal babyyyy” you said, trying to coax him into finishing. Let’s say, you two used hands more than each other that night.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


Jimin was soft in the streets, but rough in the sheets. His main focus was making you feel good, which he never knew if he was because you were always silent.

“How does this feel y/n- ARE YOU CRYING?!” he asked. You laughed, shaking your head. 

“you’re doing amazing.. please dont stop” you whined. He gave you a confused look, but went back at it.

“How does this feel?” he asked, even though he knew you liked it.

“Please dont stop” you whispered.

Originally posted by micopanda1


V saw a tear shed from your eyes, and stopped immediately.

“It’s normal promise.” you said reassuring him. He frowned.

“You get on top. I’m scared to hurt you.” he said.

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs


Jungkook was worried about making you feel good all the time. Tonight, his tool was the strangest thing by far. 


he placed it in his mouth as he went down on you, guiding it along your clit and thighs making you shiver. It felt almost too good. He knew you weren’t big on moaning, but he saw a tear shed from your eye

“Y/N?” he asked, suddenly stopping.

“No dont stopppp” you whined. He smirked, using your helplessness to his advantage because it got him off.

“How bad do you want it baby?” he asked, kissing your stomach and slowly down your thighs. You softly whimpered, gripping onto the sheets. 

“I wanna hear you” he whispered, placing the ice back in his mouth and resuming what he was doing.

“kookieeee” you moaned, satisfying him. 

Originally posted by pkjjm

Okay this is better than my last one. Remember requests are open!


~ lia  ♡

The Best Creative Tools For Tumblr Are The Ravenous God-Mantids. Each The Size Of Ten Men, Their Size Only Grows With Each Kill. Love Them. Fear Them. Quiet - Do You Hear That Sound? Like Nails On A Chalkboard, But At A Pitch No Human Was Meant To Hear. Oh God. They Have Found Us. They Are Scaling The Building. Oh God. We Are Lost. Praise Them. Praise Them. Praise Them.

Do you ever get really excited thinking about decorating your future house with your significant other? Living with your best friend and arguing over color schemes and going along with the one she loves because of how excited she is about it. Spending all night going through pinterest and showing her all of these ideas while she just rolls her eyes, but eventually gives in. Getting up early to make breakfast while the sun’s coming up and hearing your dog’s nails click along the floorboards. Both of you shopping for succulents and taking way too many home. Sleepy kisses on maple syrup lips and putting tiny pumpkins on the windowsill. Stealing each other’s flannels and dancing in the kitchen and going on adventures on your days off. I’m so excited!!


Day 8

Eye Of The Tiger!

My new brushes finally arrived which made this so much easier! These tigers kind of remind me of the one from ‘The Tiger Who Came To Tea’ which I absolutely loved as a child!

Products used-

Orange- OPI in No Tan Lines

Black- Sinful Colors in Voodoo

White- Rimmel in White Hot Love

Yellow (eyes)- OPI in Exotic Birds Do Not Tweet

Gold (eyes)- Models Own in Gold Rush

Red (nose)- OPI in Living On The Bula-Vard!

Topcoat- Barry M in Plumpy Topcoat

atm i’m just imagining that bit about regina george in mean girls 

 "how do i begin to describe mike faist?“ 

"i hear his hair’s insured for £10000”

 "i hear he does nail polish commericals, IN JAPAN”

and then ben platt

 "one time, he pushed me over. it was awesome"


Purgatory Revelations 

Characters: Dean x Reader, Benny, mention of Cas

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 605

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-versary Celebration Fic TWENTY-TWO. The line requested was,  “Be strong in the moments you want to be weak.” It was requested by  @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid. It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you for celebrating with me.  This is a quick little story that just kind of happened. It was inspired by the gif above submitted by @jesstherebel I hadn’t even planned on writing tonight. Hope you guys like it. 

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New Beta - Part 3

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1689

Author’s Note: So this is the last part. This was seriously so fun to write. I want to thank @danny-the-coolest for looking it over for me! Enjoy babes!


I see Stiles black out and I immediately kneel by his side placing both my hands on the sides of his face.

“Stiles?! Stiles c’mon. No no no no c’mon Stiles you need to wake up,” my eyes tear up as I sit and put his head in my lap. I run my fingers through his hair as I beg him to wake up. Scott watches Stiles carefully to see if the bite is healing or not. I sniffle as I lean down placing a kiss to his forehead.

“Please wake up. I need you. I may not show it often but I do, Stiles. Remember when you told me that I’m the only person that keeps you sane? Well, it turns out that you keep me sane as well. I-I don’t think I can live without you, so if you could wake up that’d be great,” tears slide down my cheek as he still remains unconscious.

As bad as the situation is right now he still manages to look absolutely stunning. I look at his pale pink lips wondering what it’d be like to kiss him. I’ll probably never be able to find out because he’s so infatuated with Lydia. I decide to do something ballsy and place a light peck to his lips before placing a pillow under his head leaving Scott’s room to get some air.

I hold back the sobs as I run out the front door sitting on the steps of Scott’s porch. I run my fingers through my hair thinking of the what ifs. What if he never wakes up? I never got to tell him my feelings for him. I stare at nothing as my mind is completely blank and tears run down my pink tinted cheeks. I didn’t notice the sun going until Scott placed a hand on my shoulder. I jump slightly turning around to look up at him.

“I-Is he awake?” I ask with a sad tone in my voice. Scott smiles at me and nods his head.

“Yeah, he is. He’s sitting on my bed if you want to go talk to him.”

I get up quickly running into the house and up the stairs stopping in front of Scott’s bedroom door. I breathe out once before opening the door seeing Stiles sitting on the edge of the bed playing with his fingers. Is he nervous? He only plays with his fingers when he’s nervous.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask and he looks up quickly nodding his head.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” He smiles slightly and stands up in front of me.

“So, is there a reason why you’re so nervous?” I ask looking up at him.

“What makes you think I’m nervous?” He questions tilting his head slightly.

“Well I opened the door and you were sitting here playing with your fingers. You only play with your fingers when you’re nervous,” I point out and he sighs.

“I’m just worried what everyone’s going to think about me becoming a werewolf. I mean Lyd-” I cut him off with a scoff.

“Of course you’re thinking of how Lydia feels,” I spit running my hands through my hair out of jealousy pacing around Scott’s room, “I mean why don’t you ask me about how I felt? I was here the entire time worrying that you were gonna die. If you were so worried about Lydia maybe you should’ve told her that you planned on getting the bite and not me.” I turn to leave the room when I’m stopped by Stiles grabbing my hand.

“W-What was that? I’m not just thinking of just Lydia you know. I’m thinking of the entire pack. They’re so used to me being human that finding out I’m now a werewolf is gonna be a shocker to them. Scott told me how you felt and I immediately hated myself for making you so worried. That was never my intention. I just want to be able to help everyone, but also keep you safe. Can’t you see that by now? That all I’ve been trying to do is keep you safe from all of this! I don’t get why you always think that everything I say has to do something with Lydia unless-” 

I look away from him as a few tears slide down my cheek trying to get my hand out of his before he figures out that I’m jealous. I feel him let go of my hand as his other hand lifts my chin up wiping the tear away. He steps closer to me as my breath hitches in the back of my throat feeling my cheeks burn.

“You’re not jealous are you?” He asks me in a whisper staring deep into my eyes.

“N-No, why would I be jealous of Lydia? Because she’s got pretty strawberry blonde hair while I have regular brown hair, or maybe the fact that she’s got sparkling green eyes while mine are just brown, or is it because she’s got all the guys fawning over her and I can’t even get the one guy I’ve been in love with since I first met him to notice me? So, no Stiles I’m not-” I get cut off by Stiles planting his lips on mine and my eyes go wide.

My eyes flutter shut as I feel his hands move to my hips and I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. My hands roam back to both his cheeks as I kiss him with everything I’ve got. God this is amazing. I can’t believe Stiles is kissing me. Stiles moves one of his hands to the back of my head running his fingers through my hair as we pull away slowly, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.

“W-What um what was that for exactly?” I whisper as he places his forehead against mine.

“I did that because I’ve wanted to do it ever since we met in that grocery aisle,” he says to me as his fingers gently rub my cheek.

“B-But I thought-”

“You thought wrong. I may have liked Lydia before, but Y/N, you were always there for me. You were there through thick and thin, even when I didn’t want to talk to anybody you were still there by my side comforting me. I fell in love with you so quickly I was honestly scared, but knowing that you’re also in love with me kind of gave me the confidence to kiss you just now. I also felt you place a kiss on my lips while I was unconscious unless that was Scott then I need to go have a talk with him,” he chuckles and I giggle along with him shaking my head.

I play with the buttons on his opened plaid shirt with a smile on my face. He loves me too. I look up at him to see him already looking at me before he places his lips back on mine again. I kiss back immediately this time as I pull him closer to me by his shirt. We get interrupted by Scott walking into the room. We pulled away abruptly both of us blushing furiously as Scott stands there with a smirk on his face.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asks knowing he did. I turn around hiding my face in Stiles’ chest as I hear the vibrations of him chucking.

“Um well maybe but, we can finish that conversation another time.” Stiles says smiling down at me.

*Night of the Full Moon*

The three of us are back in Scott’s room as the full moon starts to rise. We’ve chained Stiles’ hands up as he’s starting to feel the changes. I leave the room not standing the sight of Stiles chained up and in agony. I bite on my nails hearing Stiles continue to growl at Scott to leave and hear Scott tell Stiles that he isn’t going anywhere.

“Listen, Stiles, you need to find an anchor okay?” Scott tells him. I hear Stiles groan and him tugging on his chains. I stand in the doorway watching and Stiles looks up seeing me and our eyes connect. His eyes soften a little as he closes his eyes and looks to be in deep concentration. I look over at Scott worriedly then back at Stiles, it’s so weird to see Stiles as a werewolf, but he still looks really good. His breathing slows and he turns back into his human self.

“Stiles! You did it!” I say excitedly going over to him taking the chains off his wrists. Stiles breathes out a chuckle nodding his head.

“I found my anchor,” he says while looking up at me. I blush slightly looking back at Scott.

“I’ll um just leave you guys alone real quick. Just don’t have sex on my bed!” Scott says walking out the door. I bite my lip softly looking back at Stiles and he slides his hand into mine entwining our fingers.

“So, who’s your anchor? If you don’t mind me asking.” I ask him hoping that it’s me. He chuckles before placing a small kiss on my lips surprising me slightly.

“It’s you obviously,” he laughs lightly tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear, “I don’t know if this is the right time to ask but, would you maybe wanna be mine?” I run my fingers through the front of his hair smiling at him.

“I’ve always been yours Stiles but, to make it official, yes I’ll be yours.” I smile and he smiles back at me before leaning down kissing me for the fourth time this week. We pull away and head downstairs together to see the rest of the pack. They see us holding hands and smiles make their way onto all our friend’s faces.

“So, a few things. I’m now a werewolf,” everyone looks at Stiles in shock wondering if he was serious. They all looked to Scott and he nods his head saying that it was true.

“Well what’s the other thing?” Lydia asks looking from me to Stiles a knowing smirk on her lips.

“I finally got the girl,” he says looking down at me and I smile up at him pecking his cheek.

Burn (Chris Evans x Reader)

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Summary: Morning routine. You climb out of bed before your boyfriend and find yourself sharing pancakes with Dodger before he finally joins you, joking around with you, laughing together. Then Dodger interrupts something.

Word Count: 1640

Warning(s): implied sexual interactions

A/N: again, sorry for waiting. i appreciate anyone still around at this point lmao

Prompt: anonyomus request from anon. you’ll see why

It’s the first thing you grab when you finally force yourself from the entanglement of the now slightly dampened sheets. You could have taken a few more steps, picked up your own shirt, and slipped that over your head, but like always, you’re drawn to the t-shirt next to yours, thrown so carelessly onto the ground amidst the morning wake up call. You pull the white cotton tee over your head and yawn as the fabric falls and brushes your mid-thigh before slipping back into your underwear and taking one last peek at your boyfriend passed back out in your bed. Then it’s padding across the hardwood floor into the kitchen where the sun is shining through the windows of your Boston apartment from its highest peak in the sky.

Since the first craving of the day was already satisfied, the next thing on the list is pancakes. And you sure as hell know that the scruffy man down the hall isn’t going to complain if you make some for him, too.

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tozierstrashmouth  asked:

ayyo emma ♥️ can i pretty please have a short fic where richie is popular af in high school and eddie is jealous since he doesn’t think richie likes him? tell me if u hate this prompt lol

i absolutely love this prompt and really hope i did it justice even it’s a big embarrassing cheesy disaster

Eddie tried to convince himself that the new Richie Tozier was too punk to go prom. He remembered how the Losers Club had laughed and cheered when the trashmouth showed up to the Barrens in an embroidered leather jacket and a pair of round sunglasses, hair curling up in every direction, the warning glint of a cigarette hanging between his teeth.

The transition had happened slowly, from being Eddie’s scrawny four-eyed shit-talking best friend, to the soon-to-be God of Derry High School. The change was perhaps roughly traceable to that night when Richie had strummed and squawked out Africa in Stan’s backyard just to make them all laugh. A few weeks after that, Richie began to spend less time in the arcade and more time playing bass in someone’s mom’s garage. But although the punk persona had been a long time coming, Eddie Kaspbrak never expected the chorus awaiting them in the high school corridors when school began again.

“Hey, Richie! Sweet jacket, Richie! Drop your girly-boy friend already, Rich!”

After a while, they’d stopped walking to class together. One of the easiest things about being Richie’s friend - and easy was not a word synonymous with Richie Tozier - was that the two of them never had to compete with each other. They had always been entirely equal in their loser status, even if Eddie had always secretly thought Richie was cooler than just about everyone. It would be nice to pretend that nothing had changed, not in the eyes of all those people who no longer associated Richie Tozier with the hopeless wheezing little kid with the aspirator and two fanny packs filled to the brim with lies and bullshit and emergency Band-Aids.

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