When Arya and Gendry reunite i hope it is beautiful and emotional and happy and sad all at once because fuck they deserve it. They haven’t seen eachother since s3 and they 1. left on a pretty bad note which was heartbreaking and 2. Arya probably thinks the red woman killed Gendry and Gendry probably knows now about Arya being kidnapped by the Hound.
Firstly, I hope she sees him and Jon separately first because we deserve two separate reunions for each of them. And secondly, I legit pray that the genius sound people combine the Stark and Baratheon themes when they finally see each other bc that would be fuckin great.
I hope Gendry sees Arya first (before she sees him) and i really want her to be fighting someone with Needle or just generally being a badass bc he last saw her as a young girl pretending to be a boy and now she’s what, 16 or 17?? I want him to be in shock at this tiny girl he last saw is now, still pretty small, but a woman and a badass one at that.
When Arya sees Gendry i want her to freeze and be in total shock bc this dude who was probably her closest friend in life who she thinks she would never see again is standing right in front of her. But instead of an immediate hug and all that, i really want her just to fucking sock him right on the jaw lol. He was going to leave her tojoin the Brotherhood back in s3 and she was pretty pissed off/upset about that. But after she has punched him and his initial shock i want them to just stare at each other both with tears in their eyes with their themes in the backroud and have a Jon and Sansa style hug. Arya is still a lot smaller than Gendry so my fuckin shipper heart wants him to lift her off the ground with her arms tightly around his neck and then whisper something like “m’lady”.
queen. I love your writing. If you’re willing to do another peter Parker smut bc im full of sin and ur last one was so damn good, can u do one where u guys are friends and peter asks if he can eat u out “for practice” or something and he’s rly awkward about it ? if u don’t wanna do that or if u wanna change it in anyway that’s totally cool. thanks for sharing your word with the world, it’s amazing!!!
a/n - had to get around to writing my second smut fic on this blog and i hope it isn’t a flop like me!!! this is NOT a continuation of 11:57 PM, i just thought it was cool to name the smut fics a time bc i think it makes it mysterious?? idk im dumb LMAO but don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like and follow!
7:32 PM. The time where I was supposed to be studying for my upcoming exam in Chemistry, but instead I’m over at Peter’s apartment doing the complete opposite. From being teenagers, it automatically causes us to always want to touch the other, and that’s the case just about now.
Our textbooks laid on his desk as we were sitting on his bed, myself straddling his lap as he held me close to his body. Our lips were happily engaged, coming together countless times as some music played lowly in the background. May had just left to grab dinner, explaining why Peter took such advantage of the situation.
Peter’s lips left mine as they came for my neck, kissing my sweet spot tenderly. He had only waiter a couple of seconds before gliding his tongue over it, making my spine shiver rather than his. One thing that I noticed lately is that Peter is taking more control, even though his nervousness was still as clear as day.
“Peter..” I rasped, holding the back of his head. “Don’t stop.”
BACK WITH ANOTHER ONE-SHOT!!! I told you guys I’d have some canonverse klangst, so here it is! Longer than my usual one-shots, and while I don’t want to give a vague summary… there’s a bomb involved. So. Yeah, that’s a thing.
I saw this comic on my dash and I loved it so much that I was immediately inclined to write for it? Anyway, here it is! I hope you enjoy!
The plan had been going flawlessly.
Key word being had.
Shiro and Lance were both searching
opposite sides of the base for their captured teammate, and Pidge and
Hunk were too occupied giving Shiro directions through the maze-like
corridors that they neglected to warn Lance of the approaching Galra
A cat blocked his path in the hall,
staring at him with large, yellow eyes. It didn’t move to attack, but
it also didn’t run away.
“Um… guys?” Lance tried over the
coms, lowering his gun just a bit. He wasn’t about to shoot a cat,
but he still wanted to be on guard.
He didn’t hear the Galra behind him
until her hand was on his shoulder.
A/N: This is my very bad attempt at something cute, but you know… Fluff isn’t my best. Also a bit different from what I’ve done in the past, so feedback would be great. I messed up the months, I’m aware.
You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down, you enchant me even when you’re not around.
If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down, I’m latching on, babe, now I know what I have found.
Warning: Smut, dom/sub dynamic, cursing, hair pulling, rough sex, spitting, spanking, orgasm denial/delayed. (I suck at warning tags so if you think one needs to be added, please tell me.)
Notes: My first threesome and let me tell you it was hard to write! First time writing Hvitserk too, I hope it went well. Sorry for the length, I don’t know how this monstrosity ended with so many words but I hope it’s worth it. Thank you for your advice concerning it. Ivar and Hvitserk love each other in this (take notes Hirst). Again, sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy, sisters!
and his great army advanced through England quite easily, pillaging and killing
every single person that stood on their way. Today was a great day for the King;
he had won the ultimate battle that raged for almost four months. He had slaughtered
the entire royal family without a second thought and had taken the praised crown
of York. Soon, the news would spread, giving Ivar the fame he craved, the fame
he deserved. For he was the most brutal yet the most worthy man you ever met. The
kind of man you dreamt of but never could admit it out loud. It didn’t help
that he was unfairly attractive. So attractive that even Balder, the most
beautiful god in Asgard, would be jealous.
to fight the attraction you had for him but you couldn’t fight the feelings you
felt in his presence. You couldn’t deny the wetness between your legs every
time he roared one of his clever speeches, perched proudly upon his throne or
his chariot. You couldn’t deny the dreams you had. Him above you, taking
whatever he wanted from your willing and helpless body.