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Captain

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3,610

Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease

Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda, who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


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Deception is Key

To @clouds-crying-rain. Sorry it took too long, (shit happened) :D

based on this lovely prompt. 

Enjoy!


“Don’t you get it, Shiro?” Lance gripped the small screw in his hand, the pain giving him the focus he badly needed. “We don’t have a chance against the Galra. They outnumber us by millions. D’you think we can fight every fight, win every battle without any permanent casualties?”

“Don’t say that, Lance. I know you don’t believe that. Voltron is strong, we are strong as long as we work together as a team, we can defeat them.” Shiro took a step forward but the Galran soldier held him back. “Please Lance, don’t go.” Shiro pleaded, his voice so vulnerable that Lance almost turned and wrap Shiro in his arms…

Almost.

Lance saw the glint in Lotor’s eyes. Lotor was Zarkon’s only heir, tasked to rule over his father’s empire and to bring an end to Voltron. His attempts were always a failure that it was almost funny. But after a few skirmishes here and there, Prince Lotor has learned Voltron’s strengths and weaknesses, so much so that he was able to execute a flawless plan that led them here. 

“And what if I stay?” Lance turned to show Shiro a mockingly sweet smile. “What will I come back to?” In order to make this convincing, Lance needed to cut deep and true. He needed to open the floodgates and drown.  

“A team who treats me like shit? That no matter what I do, I will never ever be enough? Because if that’s it, then I’d rather sell my soul to the devil that is the Galra than to be reminded every single fucking day that I am a worthless, good for nothing Paladin who’s just a waste of space.” Lance was doing damage, he was still wearing his helmet and the comms were live. He knew that, but once the floodgates that was his emotional control crumble, be ready to drown; survivors be damned. “You think I don’t hear the whispers and mutters of each of these people who have the balls to call me their friend? ‘Lance messed up again.’ ‘Guess who couldn’t keep it in their pants?’ ‘Why me? He’ll just mess up one way or another.’ Guess what fuckers, I heard all of that.” Lance felt his eyes burn, but not with tears this time.

“So tell me, Shiro, what good will come out with me coming back to those bastards, huh? And don’t say that the team will change or any of your leader bullshit because I know, based from experience, that people don’t change that easily. Hell, they’ll probably play nice because I’m a fucking time bomb. They’ll say sweet things because they know that if they mess up, I’ll do this again. I can practically hear Pidge saying it right now.” This is good. Lance didn’t want to let Shiro talk because he knew that his facade will crumble if he did. 

“Please. If not the team, then me. Come back to me, Lance. I-I’ll be good to you, I promise. Lance, please. I-I love you, Lance. Don’t go please. I can’t lose you.” Shiro’s voice was watery and thin, that even in this distance, Lance can see the tears that glisten on his eyes.

*Caution: Shangst approaching*

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The Wooden Bead - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Hello can I request a very tomboy and boyish reader x Jeff?”

(I’m English so i don’t know if this will be any kind of inaccurate, I’ve struggled with using ‘soccer’ here instead of ‘football’, sorry if there are any mishaps. Also I hope this is kind of what you envisioned!)


“PARSONS, OVER HERE! PARSONS I’M OPEN GODDAMMIT!” You screamed at your teammate, who was refusing to pass you the ball.
“DON’T FUCKING PASS IT TO KING! Oh, you fucking did it. Idiot.” You spoke more to yourself.

—–

“What the hell, Parsons? You saw I was free but you blatantly ignored me?” You confronted the stocky girl in front of you. Although much smaller than her, you packed a mean punch and would be happy to show anyone what happens when they cross you. You weren’t really into stereotypically ‘girly’ things, you were more boyish in your mannerisms, look, and activities, but stereotypes in general pissed you off, despite the fact you probably fit quite well into the tomboy category.

“Sorry, I just didn’t feel like passing to you, L/N.” she brushed you off. You scoffed. She was unbelievable.

“You knew I was your best bet. I can’t believe you lost that for us.” You shook your head.

“It’s not my fault you can’t play soccer, L/N. there’s no hiding Coach’s charity case this year.” Romelda Parsons spat. There was no such thing as Coach letting on a charity case each year, she was just trying to intimidate you. The snooty brunette girl had been jealous ever since you’d joined the team, purely because you were so much better than her - maybe the best on the team, and coach paid far more attention to you than to her.

You were ready to show her.
“You little-” an arm eased you back, and another was put up to Parsons face.

“Easy, easy.” A smooth, calm voice interrupted your angry thoughts and soothed your boiling blood.

“Fuck off, Atkins.” Parsons gritted her teeth at the well-built honey-skinned boy holding you back.

“PARSONS! Over here now please!” Coach beckoned Romelda, and she almost snarled her teeth before walking off to talk to him.

The boy in front of you turned to face you. His blue eyes smiled at you while his lips did the same. He was wearing baseball gear, which fitted his muscles snugly. There was no denying the fact that he was insanely attractive.

You’d seen this boy around lots.

Jeff Atkins.

Loved by everyone, baseball player, popular, and you thought; way out of your league.

“You okay?” He asked with concern laced in his eyes.

“I can fight my own battles, thanks.” You muttered slightly, but stared him down nonetheless, you couldn’t let him know he phased you.

“That’s what I was worried about,” he chuckled. “1. You absolutely wreck Romelda, 2. Coach sees, 3. You get in trouble, 4. Maybe get a suspension, 5. I don’t see you playing soccer.” He smirked before continuing, “I can tell you pack a mean punch in there, Romelda wouldn’t stand a chance.”

You pretend to ignore everything he was saying, but really you were drinking in every detail.

“I know she wouldn’t.” You said defiantly.

You paused while you watched the way he grinned at your words and scratched his chin.

“I didn’t think Baseball practice was now?” You mused.

“It’s not.”

So, what was he doing nosing in your business anyhow?

“Why are you here?” You crossed your arms, your team had dissipated back to the changing rooms by now, and it was just you and Jeff on the field.

“I like to watch the girls soccer.”

“You perv!”

“Not like that! It’s just, you’re an awesome player and I hold great admiration for you, watching you play fuels me to play my own game.” He explained.

“Don’t be silly.” You scoffed.

“No, it sounds silly, but it isn’t. There’s something so clear about your passion that just makes me want to live my life.” He smirked, noticing your expression. “Don’t laugh at me, L/N.”

He knew your name??? He was just a boy from school, a boy way out of your league, who you’d never imagined knew of your existence. But instead, he was a boy who watched every soccer practice, complimented your play, and knew your name. You had to play it cool.

“I’ll keep a straight face, Atkins.”

“I should be off, we’ll be practicing soon and I wanna get a few hits in myself before the team comes, but thanks for entertaining me.” He started off, and you felt a pang of disappointment as he turned his back to you.

“Oh, and Y/N? That goal was incredible. Best thing I’ve seen in days.”

—-

It had been a few days since Jeff Atkins had saved your arch nemesis’ life, and incidentally pervaded into your life. He smiled at you in the corridors now, and you could’ve sworn he even winked once. On Tuesday, after a few judgemental comments about your clothing, you found a note in your locker;

You always look awesome Y/N. In fact, i might have to steal some clothes sometime. -J

Which you could only assume was from the man himself. On Thursday, Atkins slipped you the last chocolate muffin in the cafeteria. And on Friday, you had practice again.

Your play was slacking, your usual fire was off and you were distracted.

“L/N- pay attention! Ball coming your way!” Jess warned. You kicked your foot out just in time, but the hit was poor. You continually looked up at the bleachers, hoping to see Jeff watching you, but to no luck. His no show disappointed you.

—-

“What is wrong with you today, Y/N?” Jess caught you up after practice. She was clearly concerned.

“I don’t know, Jess, I guess today isn’t my day.” You sighed.

“You drop your lucky charm or something?”

“Something like that.”

The team left for the changing rooms and you slumped on the bottom row of the bleachers.

“So a lucky charm, huh?” You immediately knew the voice coming from above you. You turned and saw Jeff coming down the steps.

“I don’t have one.” You were blunt, you needed to remind yourself not to get feelings for a boy so out of your league.

“Maybe you should get one, you looked in need of one.” He slumped down next to you.

“Thanks, I appreciate the compliment.” The sarcasm dripped from your tongue.

“Not because you played badly by any means, but because you looked a little lost out there today.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, my brain doesn’t appear to be working recently.”

Jeff dropped a wooden bead in your hand. It was nothing special, simple, wooden, spherical, with a hole in the middle. A plain wooden bead.

“Uh, thanks?” There was question in your voice.
He chuckled.

“It’s your new lucky charm. Don’t lose it, I promise it’ll help you win the match next week.” Sincerity coated his words and his eyes bore into yours, with a jokey overtone.

“I will keep it close. But I might wash it first, if you found it on the floor.” Of course, you didn’t really care where it had been, and you wouldn’t really wash it, but you were curious as to where it had appeared from.

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t on the floor.” He chuckled again, and started to stand. “I’ll see you around, L/N. Keep an eye out for me at the match.” He winked before walking off.

—–

You squeezed the bead tightly before placing it back in your gym bag. The game was starting, and you were not ready.

Obviously, all your nerves went out the window after your third goal of the match, at only 20 minutes in.

You won, which was no surprise to everyone, except you. You spotted Jeff making his way down the stairs and ran up to meet him.

“You were right! I can’t believe it worked!” You shone like the sun from happiness.

“I hate to say I told you so.” His eyes sparkled at you.

“It’s insane, you’re magic!” You mocked, feigning shock.

“What can I say?”

You smiled at each other for a moment, basking in your happiness.

“Actually, can I admit something embarrassing?” His tone turned awkward.

“You’re not magic?” You joked. He laughed.

“No, um, actually I was really nervous to talk to you. Seeing Romelda and you at each other’s throats the other weeks sent me into immediate rescue mode, (not that you need rescuing), and I didn’t realise until the adrenaline had worn off that I’d actually ended up speaking to you, but by that point I was too far in my rescue.”

You laughed at the idea of Jeff Atkins being scared to talk to you.

“You’re just so cool. You don’t care what anyone thinks, you’re passionate, you’re an amazing player, I love your style, not to mention how smart and gorgeous you are.”
“What I admire most is honestly, how badass you are.”

You blushed, taking compliments was a struggle.

“Jeff stop messing, it’s not funny.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I’d never- this is the most embarrassing part-” he took a deep breath, “I sorta like you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jeff Atkins? Likes you?

“You do?” Was all you could think to respond with.

“Yes.” He breathed, and moved closer to you.

“Is this-” he asked as he leaned in toward your face and cupped his hand on your cheek. You nodded forcibly in consent, before he pushed his lips onto yours.

After a while, and with regret, you broke off.

“But- you’re so out of my league.” You breathed, doubting yourself.

“I play baseball, Y/N, leagues are my thing.”

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——

“Jeff! Please tell me you sent out the invites on your way home!” You screamed downstairs at your boyfriend.

“Of course I did!” He shouted back up.

You threw various wedding catalogues off the bed to reach the top you’d been looking for, before throwing it on.

“You ready babe?” Jeff yelled at you.

“Just coming!” You yelled back, before pulling out from under your top, a string, with a plain wooden bead on it.

Fuck the Devil Out of Me

Characters: AJ Styles x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, sexual content, rough sex, anal sex, rough oral sex, orgasm denial, consensual choking, consensual name-calling, spanking, daddy kink

Summary: For months they had travelled together, and the sexual tension was getting unbearable. She knew he wanted it - and she knew just how to convince him…

for ma boyz @llowkeys @livingthestrongstyle @alexahood21 @wrestlingbabe @the-geekgoddes @bizclizbaybay @that-lolachick @lolabradbury @vebner37@reigns420  @ashleyvc88 @crowleysqueenofhell @toosweetme @iwannadiehere @devittslegos @mox-midget

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Drunk Fun - Stuart Twombly [Drabble]

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(S): Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 1062

Notes: I might make this into a series?? This would be the prologue so please let me know what you think, because I think I wrote Stuart badly so I need feedback.


Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien


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Good Morning, Sunshine

Wade Wilson (Deadpool) x Reader

Request:  “wade wilson/reader fluffy morning sex ?”

A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand that’s five fics. Sorry for blowing up your dash.


You hated mornings.

As a somewhat functioning adult living in the daily grind, you knew early mornings were a requirement to have some kind of income. Before you met Wade, that’s all there really was: the daily grind. Since he walked into your life over a year ago, there’s certainly been some excitement added. He’s made so many of the things you hated, fun. You were convinced that it was impossible for him to make mornings anything better than average.

Wade, being the devious shit he was, decided he could do a lot better than average. So, naturally, he woke you up over an hour before your alarm was set to go off. Needless to say, you were less than pleased.

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On Edge - Part 2 - Request

Requested by anon:  Can you make a heated sherlock imagine where he hasn’t had a case in a while but hasn’t been able to go to the drug dens or smoke because of Y/N so he takes out his frustration on her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (doesn’t have to be smut but it could be real HEATED)

And the bunch of people who asked for a sequel.

Summary: Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke. (Y/N) continues to mock him about it, without telling him where his cigarettes are, which leads Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing her what it’s like to be on edge.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Smut - edging, fingering, teasing, oral (male receiving), unprotected (wrap it up, guys), rough -, dominant!Sherlock

Word count: 2,164

A/N: Such a long time since I wrote the first part… Wow.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by violincameos

| Part 1 |

“Don’t tell John, he’ll kill me if he knows I’m supporting your addiction.” Sherlock turned his cigarette on with a lighter he had on his shirts pockets.

“I feel like my addictions are changing.” He muttered.

(Y/N) shifted slowly, changing the weight of his body from one foot to the other and looked away. Sherlock noticed how bothered she was, yet she looked so sensual, standing there and looking like a stranger. A Greek goddess in a sea of British culture.

She was staring at him, expectantly. Waiting for him to stop smoking in order to pay his full attention back at her.

Sherlock bit his lip at the thought – the memory – of her flustered face buried on his pillows, squirming under his body. “Oh, screw this.” Sherlock mumbled, throwing the cigarette out of the window before pushing (Y/N) to the wall.

He kissed her as if it was the last time he would see her, making sure to put the right pressure between her legs. Feeling how his own body started to react back at her.

“Thank God John’s on holiday.” Sherlock whispered, “We are going to be very busy, my dear.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any dazatsu headcanons?

Only   t o o    m a n  y

-Atsushi purrs in his sleep sometimes, also when Dazai (or anyone lol) scratches behind his ear or neck.

-Dazai gets cold easily so he cuddles Atsushi A LO T.

-Atsushi helps Dazai with his bandages whenever they need to be changed. (In the mornings)

-Dazai is so used to Atsushi fixing his bandages for him that when Atsushi isnt around, he often forgets to fix them himself if they get loose, sometimes they get so loose that he trips over them.

-Atsushi likes nose kisses alot and he laughs every time and Dazai cant stop smling, everyone is disgusted.

-Atsushi isnt too affected to see Dazai only in his bandages, but if he walks in on Dazai without them:

-Sometimes Dazai lets Atsushi cuddle with him without the bandages, and Atsushi keeps kissing every part of his body thats usually covered by them.

-Atsushi likes biting/licking Dazais ears because its one of Dazais weak spots. (Dazai might whimper)

-Often when Atsushi isnt paying attention to Dazai, Dazai keeps himself entertained by playing with his hair or long belt.

-Sometimes he pulls the belt hard wich makes Atsushi snatch it back with a pout.

-Dazai gets flustered rather easily and he cant handle it so he tries to always be the one making Atsushi the flustered one.

-Atsushi often asks Dazai to tie his tie for him.

-Atsushi has a special presimmison to play with Dazais hair.

-Whatever Atsushi does to Dazais hair, he keeps it like that all day.

-Atsushi has a CRAZY sex stamina, he often ends up riding Dazai who is too tired to move after cumming 3 times Atsushi please he is old.

-Atsushi has sensitive nipples and he hates it but Dazai LOVES IT.

-Atsushi often worries Dazai is going to dissapear without saying a word to anyone.

-Atsushi and Dazai have sex at the Agency alot and have been caught at least 5 times by Kunikida. (Kyoka is kept far away and safe by Ranpo)

-Atsushi is very shy, before he gets Dazais dick inside him, then he starts being loud and bold. ( ͡ຈ ͜ʖ ͡ຈ)

-Dazai likes to make Atsushi sexually frustrated in public.

-Dazai likes to tease Atsushi in every way, alot, every day. He is grabage.

-Kunikida often sends Dazai and Atsushi on tiny missions together JUST TO GET THEM OUT OF HIS SIGHT.

-When Atsushi cries Dazai doesnt know what to do.

-Drunk Atsushi is VERY clingy and flirty and Dazai has to keep himself calm.

-If Dazai goes on a mission without Atsushi, Atsushi cant sit still. He tries to keep his mind busy with work but he is worried and scared, Dazai returns everytime with a smile and praises Atsushi for waiting like a good boy and Atsushi follows him all day, and Dazai doesnt mind.

-Dazai is fine with the idea of Atsushi topping him.

-Dazai insists on going with Atsushi on dangerous missions, unless he is needed badly somewhere else.

-Dazai and Atsushi stargaze on sad nights and hold hands.

anonymous asked:

Vernon smut where you two are dating and things get heated. Thanks

Thanks for the request, and I hope you enjoy it! 

+ if this feels too long like this, please drop us a message and I’ll put the scenario under a “keep reading” 💕


“Can we have a break?”

Vernon lifted his eyes from the staircase to you, eyebrows raised high, and slowly lowered the large bed you were somewhat able to carry with just the two of you. “In the middle of the stairs?”

“Just a second, please?” you pleaded again, adding a small pout to it for further effect on your boyfriend: your arms were dying. Vernon shrugged as his lips tugged into a smile.

“Alright, let’s sit down for a while.”

You sat down next to each other with the bed lying on its side against the stairs. A huff left your lips. “We really should’ve thought about getting the delivery, don’t you think?”

Vernon shook his head, appearing as determined as he had been when you were buying the bed and were asked if you wanted it delivered, to which he had given a flat no. You tilted your head, at which he chuckled. “It would’ve cost an amount of money I’d much rather spend on, you know, you and food.”

“You’re stingy at the oddest of times,” you said with a playful roll of your eyes and shook your head. He laughed and got an arm around you to hug you.

“Haven’t regretted it so far,” he noted and looked at you with a cheerful smile. “We’re almost home, and as soon as this bed is where it’s meant to be, we’ll get to rest, alright?”

The look in your eyes was hopeful when you moved your gaze to him. “Will you make the bed, too?”

Grinning, he booped your nose. “We can discuss that later.”

“Deal,” you giggled and leaned your head against his shoulder for a while, allowing yourself to catch your breath while your arm muscles recovered a little from the strain of carrying the bed.

A moment later, the two of you decided it was time to continue - the sooner you did, the sooner you’d be done with it. Vernon was wearing a loose tank top, and you had a tough time not focusing on his arms, the muscles even more defined than usual when you carried the bed.

That naturally had absolutely nothing to do with how distracted you were while making your way up the stairs, and even nearly fell over a few times.

When you had finally gotten the bed to your shared bedroom, you both let out heavy, relieved sighs.

“We did it,” you sighed and leaned against the wall behind yourself. Vernon chuckled and took his snapback off, running his fingers through his hair.

“Should we have lunch now? I’m getting hungry,” he mumbled and placed a hand on his stomach when it grumbled. You laughed and agreed happily, ignoring how your stomach grumbled, too.

You made and ate lunch while talking, and both of you were more than happy about finally having a bigger bed - his old 120cm one had felt a bit too small more often than not during the few months you had lived together - and couldn’t wait to test it out that night.

Or earlier, you noted as your gaze continued scanning Vernon’s arms, shoulders, and just about everything else about him, including his jawline, Adam’s apple, his lips parting when he was about to get some food into his mouth… He didn’t notice, too much anyway, and suggested you’d make the bed together when you were done eating. At that point you didn’t have any complaints about that: the sooner the bed was ready for use, the better.

Before you were able to put the newly bought sheets on the bed, you still moved it around the bedroom a little as you tried to find the perfect place for it so that it wouldn’t be too close to the wall on one side nor too close to the closets on the other. With that done, you finally got to put the sheet on, followed by your freshly washed pillowcases and duvet covers.

While Vernon straightened his duvet, you walked to him slowly, placing one hand gently on his arm and one on his chest.

“So…” you began, your fingers tapping his chest lightly. “Should we test it?”

He swallowed and his eyes widened the slightest bit as he turned to look at you. “You want to–”

“I want you,” you said, acting innocent even as your hand began slowly moving down Vernon’s body. Your hand only stopped when it reached the waistband of his jeans, covered by the top he was wearing, and your lips tugged into a small smile. “What do you say?”

Vernon took a good look at you, although his answer was ready even without taking in the opened buttons of your shirt and lips he desperately wanted to kiss. He licked his lips slowly, and you could feel his hand on your lower back, pulling you a bit closer. “I mean… I suppose we should test it now, just in case there’s something…” His hand slid to your ass, and you grinned when you felt him squeeze it. “…wrong with it.”

Chuckling, you leaned closer to him, your lips barely brushing against his. “Brilliant.”

He finally closed the distance between your lips and turned more towards you, both of his hands now on your ass. Your hand that had been on his arm soon moved up to his hair, but your other hand continued moving on his upper body, making him breathe more heavily while deepening your kisses.

The kisses alone were enough to get you riled up, and it was only amplified by his hands on your ass, squeezing and holding it firmly from inside of the back pockets of your jeans. With your tongue dancing with his, you slowly slid your hand under the loose tank top he was wearing and chuckled when he sighed, obviously shivering under your touch.

“I know you well,” you mumbled against his lips while your fingertips grazed the skin of his chest, just lightly enough to have him letting out quiet noises of pleasure.

“Too well, if you ask me,” Vernon muttered with a grin that died as fast as it had gotten to his face when you slid your hand down with just as light of a touch and palmed him through his jeans.

You could feel his already half-hard state through the denim, and smiled into the kisses you were exchanging, passionate and hungry. “Oh, you know you love it.”

Vernon couldn’t even disagree, and so he just sighed contently, his hips bucking the slightest bit into your hand. He did, however, also know you quite well, and so you could soon feel his hands moving up your sides and eventually continue unbuttoning your shirt. When his hands then placed on your bare waist, you shivered, and only got more excited when Vernon’s hands slid higher, all the way until he could cup your breasts through your bra.

“That’s not fair,” you breathed heavily, feeling yourself get more aroused than you had already been, and especially when he slid your bra down enough to hold your breasts without anything separating them from his hands, you whimpered.

You were so sensitive, and you could only imagine the level of sated you’d be in by the end of your little test.

Little by little you undressed each other, both more than excited to advance, and when you were naked and he only had his boxers on, you pushed Vernon lightly down to the bed. He grinned.

“Well, at least the bed’s not too soft,” he said while crossing his hands under his head and looking up at you. You placed your hands on his bare thighs and slid them up until you could hook your fingers on the waistband of the boxers he was wearing.

And it didn’t even make a sound when you fell on it,” you hummed while pulling his boxers down slowly, letting his hard length free. The mere sight made your mouth water, and you licked your lips quickly.

Vernon bit his lower lip playfully and watched you curiously as you began leaning down, your breath ghosting over his cock. “We’ll see if it’s still quiet when we fuck.”

Your core clenched at his words, and you kissed his shaft with a thoughtful hum. “I doubt it will.”

He agreed with you and hissed when you moved your mouth on his shaft, the skin of it soft against your lips, and let your wet tongue glide on it.

“I didn’t know I needed this so badly,” Vernon noted with a sharp intake of breath when you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock. You hummed smugly and continued working your magic on him, your hand holding the base of his length while your tongue travelled along it playfully.

You gave him teasing, kittenish licks on the head, and some longer and slower ones on the shaft. Vernon’s breathing grew heavier steadily, and by the time you were wrapping your lips around his tip, red and aching for attention, there was pre-cum pooling on the slit.

He sighed in satisfaction when you finally engulfed his cock, your cheeks hollowing as you welcomed it into the warmth of your mouth.

“Yes,” Vernon hummed appreciatively, and as much as he did want to look at you, at your pretty lips wrapping around him so well, he wanted to focus on the feeling of it to the point that he shut his eyes. You took note with a small smile and continued swirling your tongue on the underside of his length as you moved your head up and down at a differing pace.

Sometimes you’d move your head down faster, sometimes so slowly that Vernon almost whined, but whenever you lifted your head, you did it while sucking on him lightly, and that if anything had his toes curling.

It didn’t take him too long to be so close to the edge that he had to put a stop to it, with his hand finding its way to your hair and his unsteady voice calling out your name. You opened your eyes and looked at him pant with flushed cheeks, and let him fall off your lips.

“Come here,” he said huskily and beckoned you to come closer, and you obliged readily as you straddled him and leaned down to kiss him with a bright smile on your lips, cupping his cheeks as you kissed passionately. His hands found your ass quickly, and the way he held it had you sighing against his lips.

For a while the two of you just made out, although the longer you did, the more you found yourself grinding against him, your pussy gliding easily on his shaft, which only increased the impatience of you both.

As you angled your hips so that your clit got some very pleasant friction from his length, you sighed into the kiss. “So when are you going to do something?”

With a grin tugging at his lips, Vernon flipped the two of you over so that you were on your back on the bed, and began kissing his way down your body. You bit down on your lower lip with your hands in his hair, and let out a shaky breath when his lips were pressing to your mound.

“Nice and ready,” he hummed with a quiet chuckle when he felt just how wet and swollen you were, your most sensitive parts practically begging for touch. You whimpered when he spread your legs and pressed a kiss to your clit.

“Vernon,” you sighed contently and tightened your grip on his hair a little as he began exploring your wetness with his tongue. Your legs quivered and your hips bucked against his face almost instinctively, which amused him as he pushed your hips back to the bed.

“Can’t remember the last time you were this horny at this point,” Vernon grinned and gave you a long lick that ended with your back arching when the tip of his tongue finally left your clit, and your whine rang in the room. He could feel his cock twitch, and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he’d be grinding into the sheets underneath him.

“I’ve… been a bit sensitive and needy in that sense lately,” you sighed in satisfaction when Vernon continued eating you out slowly, merely giving you a taste of it.

Something seemed to click in his mind. “Is that why you’ve been looking at me a lot?”

“Maybe,” you swallowed and laughed at his surprised expression. “You can’t blame me, honestly, you’re just so attractive, I’ve wanted to just… rip your clothes off you, and I think you can imagine what else.”

“I’d still like to hear what exactly that ’else’ is,” he grinned, but regained his seriousness as he moved his right hand from your hip to your dripping entrance and slid one finger into your soaked core with ease.

You whimpered contently at the insertion of his digit that was rather soon joined with a second. Playing with his hair, you closed your eyes and returned to the things you had been imagining for the past few days, and saying them out loud only made it even more satisfying how his fingers were moving inside of you. “Such as… you fucking me against the wall, and I’d be holding your arms and all that… you fingering me until I’ve come at least twice… just y-you, ah, showing me a really good, rough time, really.”

Vernon ground into the sheets and moaned into you, both at the image you were painting and the moan you let out in the middle of your sentence. His fingers continued moving inside of you, but he lifted his head momentarily. “Which one of those do you want to turn into reality first?”

Whining as he curled his fingers inside of you and rubbed your sweet spot, you bucked your hips up. “A-anything, I just need you to fuck me.”

He groaned and pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean while grabbing a condom from the drawer of his nightstand with his free, clean hand. You pouted at the loss, wet and needy beyond belief, but tried to stay patient, as difficult as it was when Vernon was right there, putting a condom on his length that you just really wanted to be in you.

“Come on,” you pleaded and tried to reach for him in vain, only to get a playful chuckle from him.

“Not quite like that, baby,” Vernon said with a grin and touched your thigh lightly as he sat down on the bed. You frowned, and he raised his eyebrows. “I was thinking more like, you on your hands and knees, and me showing you that rough time you wanted.”

You shivered and gulped, but found yourself nodding eagerly. All the desperation within you was present in your voice as you spoke. “Please.”

He tapped your side as a sign that he was ready, and you readily got up on all fours in the middle of the bed, your ass jutting out invitingly. Vernon swallowed hard and moved to stand on his knees behind you, placing his hands on your ass and squeezing it. You moaned quietly when he continued touching your ass while lightly grinding against you, slicking his condom-covered cock with some of your arousal in the process.

“Enough playing?” he asked with a hum, and when you said a frustrated, desperate “Yes”, aligned himself with your entrance with one of his hands. Vernon licked his lips, feeling just how ready your pussy was for him, so wet and warm. “Okay.”

With that, he pushed in with one, smooth thrust that had you moaning in satisfaction, your hands balling into fists around the bed sheets as you leaned down. “God, yes.”

It amazed Vernon how obvious it was how badly you needed it - he could move inside of you with ease, and it appeared that every thrust of his had you feeling amazing, or that’s what he (correctly) figured from your moans and the way you were clenching around him every now and then.

And when you begged him to go harder, he couldn’t say no.

He placed his hands on your hips and began thrusting harder and a bit faster, thus also increasing the wet noises of him moving in your soaked pussy. You clenched the bed sheets, moan after moan leaving your parted lips as Vernon fucked you into oblivion - or at least that was how it felt when you finally got the satisfaction you had been needing for days yet hadn’t, for one reason or another, acted on.

His hips met your ass thrust after thrust, his skin slamming into yours in the best way you could imagine. Occasionally he spread your ass cheeks a little, just to take a look at how well you were taking him, and he groaned every time. “You feel so good, baby.”

You gasped when he pushed in deep, and began pushing back against him with every thrust of his. “Y-you too, holy fuck.”

Vernon bit on his lip while grinning a little: oh, he knew exactly how good you thought he felt inside of you. The way your core clenched around him would never lie, nor did your moans and you fucking back against him. The bed creaked a little underneath the two of you, but noticeably less than the previous one you had had.

You were wet and tight around him and each thrust drove him closer to his high, and it was with a grunt that he moved a hand down to your clit, his fingers easily starting a torturous dance on your sensitive bundle of nerves that had you gasping for air and your legs shutting at the amount of pleasure.

“You really are sensitive,” Vernon stated the obvious, and you mewled as your only answer, your eyes shut tightly as you merely focused on how it felt to have him pushing into you, his cock rubbing into all the right places and his fingers rubbing circles into your clit. You could feel your orgasm building up steadily, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening as he rammed into you, and eventually it was only a matter of your own will whether you wanted to come just yet or not, which you didn’t.

Although, Vernon always had his own way of tearing down any and all willpower you had when it came to holding yourself back.

“Come for me, baby, I can feel you’re close.”

His grunted words were all it took for you to cry out as you came around him, your knuckles white from how tightly you were holding the sheets and your legs quivering from the intensity of your orgasm. You could only then feel how sticky your inner thighs had gotten, but didn’t have much time to focus on that because Vernon still delivered you some hard thrusts until he released into the condom.

“Oh my god,” you breathed while letting yourself fall flat on the bed, and turned your head a little so that you could smile at your boyfriend, who soon lay down next to you, smiling at you, too. “So, the bed… I’d say it’s a good buy.”

He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair before taking off the condom. “Oh yeah, the bed. It seems really good.”

“Plenty of room, at least,” you said with a smirk, and Vernon agreed with a laugh.

Once he had disposed the condom, he lifted his arm with a smile on his lips. “Now come in here.”

A happy smile spread over your face as you moved closer to him and cuddled into him with your hand on his chest, rising and falling peacefully with it.

Like you had predicted, you felt incredibly sated, and wouldn’t have traded your place in Vernon’s arms with anything.

Although, no matter how sated you were, it did definitely not mean you wouldn’t have been all over him during the late evening, too - you just needed a little bit more.


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Make Me Feel

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Words: 4,646

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of torture, Slightly angsty (if you squint real hard), Crying Steve.

A/n: I was drowning in Steve feels a while ago and I just had to write this. P.s. Guys, this is before the fall of SHIELD. I just wanted to write a story where none of by babies were fighting each other and were semi-not-really-almost happy.

Summary: After the Avengers save you from years of torture, you form a quick attachment to Steve.


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anonymous asked:

Oh my god A Knight Rider AU would be awesome

Right? I want one but now I’m working on like five things at once! But also, Knight Rider AU.

Like on the one hand there’s Stiles as KITT, annoying Derek to no end and making tons of sexual innuendos, but then I’ve also been thinking about the reverse. Stiles trying to take his car to do fun and truly stupid things with Scott, and DEREK the grumpy AI just refusing to let him do anything he deems unsafe or stupid.

“Dude, turn left, the bonfire is back that way!”

“I know, my stupid car won’t let me!”

“Stiles, do I need to remind you how badly it went last time you went to a party? Broken leg.”

“Derek, shut up!”

Issues

Request:Can you do a imagine of Y/N and Peter based off of “Issues” by Julia Michaels?? (PS i hope you enjoy the song as much as i did! 💖💖)

Your arms were folded in front of you chest as you sat beside your boyfriend in your English class. Peter was in the dog house and he knew it. You refused to talk to him. Sure, it was probably childish, no it was most definitely childish but you didn’t have anything nice to say to him so you elected to stay silent. You were acutely aware of him though, the longing glances he kept throwing your way. When the bell rang to dismiss you from the class, you left without even a glance his way. He followed after you with a heavy sigh.

“Y/N, come on, babe. I’m sorry,” he said you gave him a look but didn’t respond, “Please just talk to me.”

You continued through the halls going to your locker. You didn’t look at him because you knew if you did you’d succumb to his puppy dog eyes and his smile. No, you had to hold firm. Teenage boys were like puppies, you had to set your limits earlier on otherwise they’d never respect them. As you opened your locker he leaned heavily on the lockers next to yours.

“I didn’t mean to miss our date. Something came up,” he told you and that earned him another glare. He looked so sure that, that was going to fix everything. It almost made you break your silence. You opened your mouth as if to speak then closed it. Peter groaned as you turned back to your locker and grabbed the needed books. You slammed the locker shut and continued to your next class. A class without Peter, and one you shared with a close friend. When it was time to work independently you immediately launched into talking about Peter.

“Michelle, this is the third date he’s missed,” you complained.

“Consecutively.”

“No, but does it matter? Three dates! Three times! And each time I spent an hour doing my hair and my make up, making myself cute as hell only for him to give me a half ass text saying he can’t come! What the hell is he doing?”

“Homework, maybe? He is a mega nerd,” she offered nonchalantly.

“He has his school work planned out to the max, no way he scheduled a date on a study night. And he calls me on study nights! It has to be something spontaneous, like, like someone else!”

“Another girl?”

“It better not be,” you were livid at just the thought. To think that your, usually, sweet nerdy boyfriend was cheating just made you want to punch something. Michelle leaned back in her chair and shrugged.

“Listen, girl, I love the both of you. I’ll talk to him for you, if you want.”

“Please do. I just can not begin to imagine what the hell he’s thinking.”

When you got home you went straight to studying. Studying was simple, you didn’t have to think about Peter, or anything else emotionally exhausting. All you had to do was find the answers to your questions and prepare for the next test. However as you got to a particularly hard question you couldn’t help thinking that Peter would be able to explain it so perfectly. If you just called him he’d probably know the answer… and he’d say something sweet… and ask you about how you were feeling… you know, if you weren’t angry with him at the moment. As you were contemplating texting him there was a knock on the door down stairs.

“Y/N! Peter’s here to see you,” your mom called. Your parents loved Peter. He was a straight A student. He was charming and respectful and there was no way they could hate him. You got out of bed and went to meet him down stairs. Your mom had migrated back to her room probably caught in the grips of some show. You and Peter stood across from each other awkwardly.

“I really am sorry about cancelling yesterday,” he said earnestly.

“Why did you cancel? And don’t just say something came up.”

“I can’t tell you the specifics okay.”

“Why not?” you demanded, trying to keep your voice low.

“Because…. I just can’t okay,” he sighed looking away from you.

“Is it… is there someone else,” you asked hesitantly, afraid to ask the question, more afraid for his answer. Logically, you knew you wouldn’t believe him if he just said no, but you also didn’t want him to say yes.

“What? No. I’m just going through some things, and other stuff got in the way.”

You narrowed your eyes at Peter, trying to silently convey that you were still upset, if not more upset than before, “Listen, don’t play with me. I know… I know I have issues, and I know I can be over zealous, and jealous… but I need you…so badly. And it hurts for you to just blow me off and not give me a reason why.” you explained looking down at your feet. Peter took your hand from where it was worrying the hem of you shirt.

“I’m not blowing you off… I just can’t tell you. I’ve got my own issues that I have to work out and I can’t bring you into it.”

“Peter, I love you. I want to help you in anyway I can, but I can’t help if you won’t tell me what’s up. I won’t judge you. If you don’t judge me for my problems how can I judge you for yours.”

“It’s not something that simple.” he said softly. You felt tears start welling up in your eyes, and they were products of both frustration and hurt. He pulled you into a hug.

“No, don’t cry. Please don’t do that.”

“I love you… but you’re losing me Peter. I can’t take you just cancelling our plans without so much as a good explanation,” you explained as you pushed away from him. He took in a deep breath and you noticed that he looked glassy eyed.

“I… I see your point of view. I’d be suspicious too.” he looked up at the ceiling obviously thinking, “I cancelled because there was a robbery on fifth, and I had to stop it.”

“… What?”

“The little corner store on fifth it was getting robbed at gun point and I had to stop it.”

“Peter, you can’t be serious!”

“Sh! It’s fine, trust me it wasn’t even that dangerous.”

“You said gun point… you’re fucking with me aren’t you? Peter, if you can’t just tell me the truth then-”

He unzipped her jacket to reveal the suit you knew well from media coverage. Everybody was talking about the masked hero sweeping through Queens.

“… Sooo you’re cosplaying as Spiderman,” you said slowly.

“No, I am Spiderman. I only cancelled our dates so I could save people.”

“Peter, this is a really shitty excuse.”

In an instant a web shot out of his sleeve and connected to a book on the table. The book came flying into his hand and then you believed him. Your face was blank with shock.

“Babe, I only told you because I can’t lose you either… You’re probably the best part of my life right now… baby say something.”

“Oh my god, I’m dating Spiderman,” you whispered.

“…Yes you are. Does that mean we’re good?” he asked tentatively.

“Are you crazy, Peter? What you’re doing is dangerous anything could happen, you idiot,” you hissed at him. He smiled in return and grabbed you in a tight hug.

“You’re worrying about me again, it means you’ve forgiven me,” he said happily.

“And swinging from buildings, what if you miss? Then you’ll just plummet to the ground and your untimely death!”

Peter gathered you up in a hug and kissed your forehead, “I never miss.”

“Oh god, why didn’t it occur to me, every that you missed corresponds with something Spiderman has done. It fits perfectly.”

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he said letting you go and holding you at an arm’s length. He pressed a quick peck to your lips after looking over his shoulder to be sure your mom wasn’t there.

“You’d better, Parker,” you smiled. He grinned back at you, “Oh hey I had a biology question, do you have a minute to stay and help me out.”

“If you were talking to me in biology I probably could have helped you then,” he teased.

“Don’t get smart,” you rebuked, but smiled all the same. It sucked being mad at Peter.

~Mod Lillian (Yeah that was a pretty good song. Thank you for your request.)

Brooklyn Nights (Sashea) - Dandee

Summary–Though Sasha comes from privilege, Shea is the only thing she’s ever really wanted.

AN– Lesbian AU! Sasha’s husband is only referred to as Mister Velour, he’s not Johnny, because this is purely a work of fiction, and I have the utmost respect for the queens’ real-life relationships! Songs that inspired this chapter/entire fic- Quit by Cashmere Cat and Brooklyn Nights by Gaga. Anyways. I suck at titles, and writer’s block is a bitch, so this was a struggle. Thanks to dare for holding my hand throughout this process, and for pretty much being Superbeta. P.S. You should all go read her fic.

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Regarding Hang Out Crisis

Hey Guys!

I woke up this morning to a tumblr inbox full of messages telling me that someone released several chapters of Hang out crisis on mangago.
First of all, thank you so much to everyone who messaged us! Your messages,and also the comments that have been posted on mangago, made everyone in the group tear up. It’s so overwhelming to see and feel your loyalty and your love. We can’t thank you enough!!!

Some of you are afraid that we will drop this project. 

Well let me tell you something:  THERE’S NO WAY WE ARE GONNA DROP THIS PROJECT!!!!

Let me explain the Hang out crisis situation to you.

The translation situation:
The chapters have been translated by a translator who hasn’t worked on yaoi before. The translations are also literal translations, so my proofy, NQS, has to put all her writing skills into the proofreading to make it sound good in english. Proofies do that all the time, but the extent needed in HOC is a bit more extreme. Also, Owaru likes to use phrases and metaphors that make perfect sense in Japanese but not so much in english. So, since we always want to release the best possible translation that we are capable of, it’s taking some time.

The cleaning situation:
Owaru is hard to clean. She uses many, and and often large, sfx and is a big fan of transparent bubbles. The problem with that is everything “underneath” the text has to be redrawn by hand. As you may have noticed, I clean too. I would clean it, but cleaning puts a lot of strain on my rheumatic hands, so I prefer not to ^^ That’s why I was looking for a cleaner for this project. Recently, a really sweet girl messaged me and offered her help. Shes never done this before and is basically learning as she goes, but she’s doing an awesome job. She works full-time, so she can’t just clean 24/7. And I don’t want to rush anyone because…. no. When it comes down to it, this is still a hobby and no ones job. If you want this project to be updated faster, and you can clean or know someone who can, please message us. We badly need and greatly appreciate any helping hand we can get.

So long story short: WE ARE STILL WORKING ON IT. WE NEVER STOPPED, AND WE WONT STOP UNTIL IT’S DONE!

I was expecting this to happen tbh, since we DO take so much time, for which I have repeatedly apologized. We know you are waiting. Dammit, we want to know how it continues ourselves xD

Things like this happen. People get impatient, so other people mean well and release stuff. It can’t be helped.
We’re just really grateful for everyone who’s waiting patently for our releases, and accepting that sometimes things don’t go as smoothly as we wish they would. Thank you so much!
We will continue working on Hang Out Crisis. Our peen fairy kaNd is ready to uncensor those dicks, and again, I apologize for taking so long. Thank you for your support and love and patience. 

Please hang in there just a little longer <3 

Originally posted by yavileto

“Better Hands” - Part 4 (Finale)

“Better Hands” - Part 4

( Part 1 / Part 2  / Part 3)

My Masterlist - Here

Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1,972

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, nothing else really. Please let me know if I missed anything

Summary: After being in an abusive relationship, you have been able to turn your life around thanks to the help of the team. But when you have to go back to your ex for some of your things, some shit goes down.

Originally posted by urban-trek-thru-middle-earth

Author’s Note: So this is my first Star Trek piece and I’m super fuckin nervous about it. I’m not a huge Trekkie, but I am a fan of the newer films. Those are what I base my fics off of unless stated otherwise. But yeah, I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

<3

- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @goodnightwife @feelmyroarrrr @the-witching-hours12-3 @pokeharvest @iwillstaywiththemforever


You reported to Scotty a little later than you thought, but you went to work nonetheless. Scotty was surprised to see you back so soon, but he didn’t see too much harm in it. The only injury he knew about what the one of your hand from yesterday’s accident with the knife. Even though he let you work, he wasn’t okay with giving you too much to do. He didn’t want to run the risk of you injuring yourself again while your hand was still wrapped up.

It was about halfway through the workday for you. You were in a Jefferies Tube working on a sensor. Scotty was going to help you out when he realized that he had forgotten one of his welding tools back in the workshop. You decided to just go ahead and work on it until he came back.

You were about to finish undoing the last bolt when your comm went off. You didn’t even look at who was calling, you just figured it was Scotty letting you know he was on his way back. Placing the comm in between your good shoulder and your ear, you answered while still focusing on the sensor.

“(Y/L/N) here.”

“Where the hell are you?!” Leonard wasn’t yelling, but his voice had an intensity that you hadn’t heard before. You knew he was upset. Very upset.

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The Night We Met

(Request: Imagine based on the song the night we met by lord huron with daryl)

Note: Enjoy!!

Warning: angst, lap-dance, mentions of parental abuse, mentions of sexual abuse
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I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you
Oh take me back to the night we met

Daryl couldn’t get you out of his head. You two were just starting to get to know each other, and Daryl was sharing some feelings he’d never felt before. That was all until you left him. You asked him to go with you but he denied, not wanting to feel the guilt of leaving Merle with his abusive father. You had one of those to, a sexually abusive father and a mother who let it all happen because she was always passed out drunk. You wanted to get away from them as soon as you had enough money to travel, and now you did. Daryl wasn’t going to stop you from leaving, if he didn’t want to get away then that was his problem. You met with him one last time before leaving for good.

When the night was full of terror
And your eyes were filled with tears
When you had not touched me yet
Oh take me back to the night we met

 

The night you first met, it was a weird one. Merle had dragged Daryl along to a strip club, a place they would go often to forget about the problems at home. You worked there, not for your own pleasure but so that you could scrape up enough money to leave town. You saw the two boys enter and you stepped down from the pole with your friend, both of you walking over to greet the boys. Your friend immediately went for the older one, she had a thing for older guys. You gave her a quick wink before taking the other ones’ hand and leading him over to the lounge area. Some other people had occupied it but they were too busy living out their sexual fantasies for them to notice you.

You pushed the guy down on the sofa, his facial expressions in a daze as he’d never seen someone so beautiful in a place like this. But you just thought he was trying to hide his arousal. You turned your back to him and starting swaying your hips to the music, making sure to grab your hair once in a while and seductively run your hands over your body. You felt his hands make their way to your hips to turn you around and you did, both of you locking eyes for a second before you looked away and continued with your dance. You straddled his body and ran your hands through his hair while grinding your body onto his, keeping in time with the music. You felt a growing bulge beneath you and you smiled to yourself, knowing you were good at this.

The song came to an end and you quickly got off the man, waiting to receive your payment. To your surprise, he handed you $100.

“The dance was only $50” You said, handing him back the bill.

“Keep the change” he said, his voice gruff and low.

“I don’t need your charity” you said rather bluntly. You wanted to accept the cash so badly but you also didn’t want guys to think you were doing this because you couldn’t get by, which was basically why you were doing it but they didn’t have to know.

“Well how about you give me another dance, then it’ll be the right amount of money” he said.

“My shift is over” you said, giving him a sarcastic smile before snatching the bill from his hand and leaving.

You changed into your jeans and hoodie, not wanting your dad to find out you worked at a strip club. If he ever found out he’d either beat you up, or come to club and pay you. Both thoughts scared you so you decided to keep it quiet from him. You slipped all the bills into your purse, you had made around $500 tonight. That wasn’t bad, usually it’d be less except that guy gave you more than expected. You slung your bag over your shoulder and walked out the back door of the place. You quickly lit up your cigarette and started walking, going through your messages on your phone that you had missed. You stopped in your tracks when you saw a message from your dad. Your heart beat a little faster as you opened it.

“Get your butt home now. Don’t keep me waiting”

You felt sick at the thought of him waiting up for you, and you were so distracted by the message that your reactions weren’t quick enough when someone pushed you to the ground, grabbed your bag and ran off.

“No!” You shouted, starting to run after them but they were too fast and were gone. You stood shocked on the empty pavement. You should have been more careful. Its 2 in the morning and this shit happened all the time, just not to you. You leaned your back against a nearby wall and you let your body drag down it until your legs were tucked into your chest. You covered your face with your hands and silently cried into them. All the money you had worked for tonight was gone, and now you had to go back home to your abusive father. He’d be even more mad now because you’ve kept him waiting. You shook your head in your hands, fighting with yourself not to go back, but where else would you go? You didn’t know anyone. And just like that, a miracle came knocking at your door.

“Hey. Excuse me?”

You quickly wiped your eyes before looking up to see the guy from the strip club. “Can I help you?” you asked sassily, not liking people to see you cry.

“Are you okay? You looked a little- distressed” he said, trying to choose his words carefully.

“I’m fucking peachy” you replied, getting annoyed at this stranger pestering you.

“Hey Daryl, come on man let’s go!”

You looked down the street and saw the older guy you saw earlier, they must have been friends or something. “So, are you gonna be okay, you know out here by yourself?”

“I have a home you know” you glared at him, not wanting him to assume you were homeless.

“I didn’t mean that, I just thought maybe you’d wanna lift somewhere or-”

“I’m fine, really. Thanks though”

The guy named Daryl nodded his head and quickly got out a piece of paper and started scribbling on it. “If you ever wanna hook up, that’s me” he said, handing you the paper.

You looked down at his number and let out a small laugh. “Thanks” you said. He gave you one last nod before walking down the street to meet with the other guy. They were about to turn down a corner when an idea popped into your head. They seemed like pretty okay guys, why not just spend the night at there’s? Get to know them a little better and maybe become good friends. You quickly stood from the floor and called out to the boys.

“Hey! Wait up!”
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When the night was full of terror
And your eyes were filled with tears
When you had not touched me yet
Oh take me back to the night we met

 

Daryl returned to that same strip club where you first met. It had been a couple of weeks since you left and he really needed a reminder of you. He looked straight in the direction where he first saw you, and his heart dropped when he saw that they had replaced you with another girl. He hoped to see you again one day, but for now he’d forget about you with drugs, hard liqour and sex.
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Tags: @teenagetragediesforeveryone

Compliments - Evgeni Malkin (PT Diaries, Episode 2)

Requested by anons: Do you think you would continue the imagine Newbie with the entire team but eventually it ends up with you in a relationship with Evgeni ??

Part 2 for the Malkin one?

I would love a PT diaries- I think that would be such a cool series! Also, if you were to develop a romance, it would definitely help to have time together before going all in

I loved your Newbie Malkin so much! I hope you decide to add more to it!

A/N: I’m blown away by how much feedback I got from this. I’m really excited about the whole series; I want to write episodes with everyone on the team and make it a whole story where you need to read everyone’s episode to keep up (does that make sense?). Anyways, I hope I get just as much feedback as I did on the last one. Thanks for the support! 

Word count: 1198

Warnings: nope, nope, nope. But READ EPISODE 1 FIRST.

Episode 1

Master list

Originally posted by nhl-canes

“Good morning, (y/n)” I hear a thick accented voice coming from the door.

“Morning, Evgeni” I answer, grabbing some therapy supplies from the shelves.

“Geno” he corrects me and I turn around to look at him. He is leaning on the doorframe, wearing black shorts and a tight t-shirt.

“Geno” I finally agree, “ready?”

He nods and walks towards the mat I have laid of him on the floor. He is clearly limping and I frown.

“You are limping” I say and he looks at me in confusion.

“Excuse me, what?” he asks, sitting on the floor.

“You are walking funny” I try to explain to him.

“Oh yeah. It hurt” he just says and I give him a quick nod.

We start with easy exercises to warm up his knee. He hisses from time to time, but he doesn’t let out a complaint and keeps listening to my instructions and following them as good as he can.

“You good?” I ask him and he gives me a quick nod, his t-shirt soaked with sweat, “don’t lie to me, Geno”

He chuckles at my warning and sits up on the mat before I help him stand.

“You aren’t menacing, (y/n)” he comments and I roll my eyes, “I’m good, but it hurt a lot”

“Let me know if it hurts even more” I command and he looks at me before nodding.

We use rubber bands on the next exercises and I’m pretty sure Geno is on edge by the end of them. I guide him to the stationary bikes on the very far end of the room. He sits and starts pedaling way too fast for his knee.

“Hey, hey, hey… take it easy, Geno” I say, putting my hand on his shoulder and squeezing a little.

“The harder I go the faster I’ll get bett…”

“The faster you’ll make it worse” I cut him and he shuts up, slowing down his movements.

We settle into a comfortable silence. I control his heart rate and speed while he focuses on keeping a steady rhythm. I decide to let him go as long as he can, but when his muscles start to cramp I make him slow down gradually until he finally stops.

“Good job, Geno” I compliment him and he gives me a shy smile, “lay down on the massage table”

He looks at me for a second, trying to figure out if I’m being serious or not. He has a ligaments injury, not fixable with massages.

“Your muscles are going to ache a lot” I explain, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him to the table I set up before he got here, “I’m just going to relieve the tension so they don’t cramp badly”

He doesn’t seem convinced, but does what I tell him and lays down on his back. I’m about to ask him to pull up the legs of his shorts, but he reads my mind and does it before I can even open my mouth.

“Thanks” I say shyly.

“You are welcome” he responds.

I pour some oil on my hand and start massaging his healthy legs. His thighs are rock hard and I need to use a lot of strength to work on them. I’ve always loved giving massages; feeling how the muscles relax under your hands and how they flex when you press a certain spot.

“So… did you tell the guys about me?” I wonder, running my hands up and down the sides of his thigh, working on unknotting his quadriceps.

“I did. They were pleased” he answers, turning his face to look at me, “everyone but Sidney”

“Why?” I frown and he chuckles. The hand that was working on the interior of his thigh stops at the edge of what would be uncomfortable and the other one goes up to his hipbone and down again.

“I said that you were pretty and he said that I wasn’t unba…unbe…unbi…” he stumbles at his English.

“Unbiased?” I try to help him and he nods.

“That. He said that he needed a second opinion” he sounds quite offended and I laugh.

“I’m sure that the second opinion will say that I’m not that pretty and that you are just too nice” I move to the injured leg and he hisses when I apply some pressure to the spot right above his knee, “sorry”

“You American women always do that” he mutters and I give him a quizzically look, “instead of accepting a compliment you try to tell us that we are blind”

He seems annoyed and I worry for a second that I have actually offended him. I keep working on his leg, trying to be as gentle as possible, as I think about what my next sentence is going to be.

“And what do Russian women do?” I settle for trying to figure what he thinks it’s the right thing to do.

“They say ‘thank you’ and act confident. Men love confidence” he explains to me, moving his hands, trying to make me understand his point of view.

“Okay… I’ll give it my best shot” I promise and he nods.

“Good” he says and he looks quite pleased with himself.

“So, you think the guys will like me?” and I sound so unconfident that he gives me a dirty look.

“We are family. You will be family soon”

I stay quiet, thinking about what he has said. I have wanted to work with the Penguins since I was thirteen and decided that I wanted to be a physical therapist after my brother broke half of the bones on his leg after a car crash. He had needed therapy, intensive one, and I’d gone with him and hold his hand while he did his exercises.

By the time I’m done with his legs I’m sweating and my hands ache pretty bad. Geno’s legs are stronger than any of the body parts I had had to work on before.

“Let’s ice the knee for a little while and then you can go” I inform him, repeating the same ritual as yesterday, grabbing the ice pack and two bottles of water from the small fridge on the room.

He sits on the massage table and scots over to give me space to sit. I secure the ice around his knee and then hop on besides him.

“How do you feel about going for a little run tomorrow?” I ask, opening my bottle of water and taking a sip.

“Whatever you feel it’s best”

“You did quite good today, but I still think you are keeping how much it hurts from me”

“It isn’t that bad” he assures me and I give him a look, but don’t say anything.

After five minutes I remove the ice pack from his limb and help him down.

“Take some ibuprofen if it hurts a lot and ice it before going to sleep” I instruct him and he smiles, walking towards the door.

“See you tomorrow, beautiful” and I choke on the water I’m drinking

“I…” he cuts me off.

“We’ll work on it” he says and I shake my head, a smile playing on my lips.