i would bone him so hard

the signs feeling intense anger

Every sign can reach the stage when the mind just ‘quits’, no matter how laid back they are. check mars and moon!


Aries: She feels no anger. She feels rage. The intensity, the strong, sometimes short but intense feeling of emotions was something she was familiar with, but what she did hate was the feeling of anger she could mostly never shake off. It was always there with her, she let her rage out and it seemed like an exploding volcano. All she saw was red, there was too much energy flowing inside her bones that she could not get rid off and so she let out her anger, and she did not care who would see her like that. ‘I am fire and you will get burned.’

Taurus: He was angry. Angry with the world, angry with this unsteadiness, angry with the fact, that he could not do anything to stop the current situation. Long, slim hands pulled him out of his nest and threw him hard on the ground. He flinched as a cold breeze came and took away all his warmth. “No, do not take everything away from me!!”, he screamed but the dark did not listen. Gritting his teeth he felt his temper raging, long horns started to grow out of his head and he shook his head, trying to get rid of the feeling of losing himself. 

Gemini: Emotions were an construct. A map with a thousand of points, connected with each other by a small, small string. No there was a knot in the strings, there and there was nothing else he could do to untie them, to clear up this mess in his head. It was like the road for his thoughts was blocked and now everything just piled up. Irritated he shook his head, even communicating was hard and the knot in his head slowly transformed in his whole body. Then his mind just quit. Rash action. 

Cancer: She could not tame herself anymore, she got hotheaded again and knew the will easily fall in an tantrum again. Followed by this feeling of guilt: why me? Why this unfairness? Why the need to upset others and be upset? In the end a wave of intensity and sadness washed her away before she could get a hold of herself again. And getting back to the surface after being pulled down by the ocean would cost her a lot strength. Strength and a long time of swimming through these endless waters. 

Leo: “I do not like this”. It all started with the feeling of unfairness, adding a a little bit of hurt to the shattered self that lay on the ground. “I cannot let them now I am hurt! I will not allow them to touch me gain that deeply.” She opened her mouth and showed her long, sharp fangs. She roared. It was loud and vibrant. Whetting her claws she narrowed her yellow, fiery eyes. “Pray for yourself”, she whispered before sprinting to her prey. 

Virgo: The head was a like a working space. There were many files and papers he read, worked with, analysed, only to put them into a new file that was stored somewhere in his office. “Wh- what is this?” This certain piece of paper  was not like the others. Unreadable. Impossible to put somewhere, therefore it was just out of order. “I..I have the control..”, he said, his hands starting to shake. “I..I have the control over it…I have the control..”, he repeated unsteady before standing up and shredding the unknown paper. He started breathing hysterically, what was that? This brooding fear inside of him? “Control…”, he said one last time before shattering the mirror and flipping his precious work desk. 

Libra: These thoughts. These worries. These fears. She did not know what to do. How was she supposed to handle? “It is their fault!!”, she cried. But at the same time is was her own fault. She cried quietly, feeling like she wanted to let everything out, but couldn’t reveal herself, because everyone next door was sleeping. She did not want to disturb them with the mess of feelings. “I will ignore it. Swallow it.” But it was far too much to keep on pretending. She felt like being on fire, but she still smiled. A poisonous, deadly smile. Everyone should feel her poison sting inside their veins. 

Scorpio: His anger is intense. It’s like a thunderstorm with roaring thunder inside of him. His heart is beating and he wants to destroy, cry and scream. He wants to let out his darkest thoughts, he wants the world to feel his pain, transformed out of the bitterness. But in the end, he remains silent and waits till everyone left. He could hurt anyone right now, but he know it’ll be no good, knowing that he will destroy for sure if he demonstrates his power. So he balls his fists and closes his door. Outside of his bedroom you can her the thunder roaring. 

Sagittarius: ‘Do not stop me’, was all she thought. These feelings were caging her. No matter what she did to distract herself, the anger would haunt her after all, so the minute it became to much she snapped. She could be free spirited and joyous but deep emotions were something completely different, especially anger. Because she was not only the laughter of joy but indeed the stomp of a herd of wild horses swirling up dust as they made their way through the steppe. There was raw force and energy inside of her and that needed to get out, now. 

Capricorn: Get a hold of yourself. Get a hold of yourself. Now. But there was no way to get himself under control. There was this dam inside of his head that stopped this enormous river of feelings of overflowing. Now, there were little cracks in the once so strong concrete and each of them plainly showed the nerves he lost from time to time. He sat at his desk, swallowed and closed his eyes. Suddenly, the dam broke. The raging float of dark water swallowed him completely. 

Aquarius: She saw it often on other people. Anger. She watched them live it out, stomping with their feet, raging, screaming, shouting. Now? She felt it herself. “I know this, this familiar”, she explained to herself. But familiar did not mean good. She knew her temper tantrums for when she was young. She knew that destructiveness could be a part of it. “I do not want that. I will not.” Suddenly a dark, whispering voice talked to her: “You do not choose to be out of touch. You are not your own master.” She widened her eyes anxiously. And suddenly, it was like she was 7 again. 

Pisces: Anger? Anger, he felt it so deeply, anger and the need to cry out of frustration, he did not want to feel it anymore, the worst thing that ate him alive right now. So he grew bitter. “I can turn nasty”, he thought. “I will be the worst if you make me feel this again.” And so he did. So he became the feeling of anger and bitterness himself. As he looked in the mirror he couldn’t recognize himself anymore. Dark, red eyes starred at him, tears flowing. 

The first time he sees you in lingerie - Male Avengers Headcanon

This wasn’t requested but idc, @scarlettsoldier and I were talking about plus size models lmao

Originally posted by little--batman

Bucky: 

He’d be so taken aback, but in the good way. He’d look you up and down, drinking you in. He’d bite his lip as he would make his way over to you, absolutely lost in the scraps of lace and bare skin, then he’d look into your eyes before mumbling that you’re so beautiful, before kissing you so passionately with his fingers tangled in your hair. “You’re gonna kill me, darlin’” 

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Steve:

Steve would be so flustered, having never seen a woman in lingerie in the flesh. He would be rooted to to the spot once he walked into your shared bedroom. His facial expression would make you nervous, “Steve…Do- Do you like it?” “Oh G-God yes I do, doll, you look marvelous” It would be you that’d have to make the first move, you would take his large hands in yours and place them on your silk covered hips. He felt like a virgin again, but Jesus H. Christ, he was going to try and not ruin those skimpy piece of fabric the moment he got a hold on himself.

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Sam:

You’d be looking in the vanity mirror in your bedroom, catching a glance of the handsome man at the door in the reflection before smirking at him. You’d bought the undergarments as his birthday present. You blushed as his slender fingers made their way along your shoulders to move your hair out of the way. He would press kisses to your neck and mumble “happy birthday to me” whilst smiling as his hands wandered…

Originally posted by rad-aar

Tony: 

You’d walk into his lab wearing a black trench coat over the top, of course. His head didn’t turn until he heard your voice say “FRIDAY, lock the doors please.” He’d cock a brow up at your dolled up form, his eyes would travel down your legs and then his brows would raise when he saw them bare, his jaw would fall slack but would quickly pick back with a sly smirk. As you would unbutton the trench coat, letting it slide to the floor (whilst keeping eye contact and also biting your lip) you’d hear the words “Oh, my beautiful baby girl, come to daddy…”

Originally posted by theplacewheredreamsgo

Thor:

You had definitely remembered to pack your black corset number in your bag before Thor took you to Asgard for the first time. You wanted this trip to be memorable as possible. When he first sees you in it, you’re both in his bedchamber, you’re coming out of the en suite bathroom and his mighty facade drops completely and he chokes on his mead, he’s completely awestruck, for he had never seen such undergarments, ever. He would gently pull you between his open legs, trailing his large hands across the rigid bones of the black corset, to the silk panties below, all the way down to the lace tops of your stockings. “Do you like it, my love?” “I love it, My Queen.”

Originally posted by luvn-loki

Loki: (slightly AU)

Loki had been down the past couple of weeks, trying to adjust to being an avenger and the people around him. You wanted to cheer him up with something new, you knew behind his hard facade there was a troubled man. So you rummaged through your drawers and found the one thing you needed, the unused white lace panties and bra. You hastily slipped them on before throwing a t-shirt and shorts on over the top, before calling Loki through FRIDAY. As he opened the door to your room, he would give you a small smile before laying down next to you. “I have a present for you, darling” you would say, “and what would that be, my love?” “me, now I want you to take me out of my packaging” As he would peel your shirt up, his eyes would widen at the unusual underwear you were wearing, his hands would come to cup your breasts but at the same time, admire the fine lacework, he would let out a soft groan as he saw your panties..

Originally posted by justawkwardgirl

Bruce:

Oh god, the GIF says it all. He’d be quietly reading in his room, when you’d just saunter in casually in your pyjamas. You both usually slept in underwear, or naked *wink wink*, so as you padded towards the bed, you began to remove your clothing, as Bruce caught a glimpse of purple from beneath his lashes, he looked at you like so, and put his book down. He would murmur ‘oh god, oh god, oh god’ under his breath as you crawled your way towards him, straddling him. You would grab his hands and place them just below your breasts where the purple lace finished, urging him into touching you. His touches would be delicate and curious at first, “You like it, Bruce?” “Uh- Uh yes, baby it’s beautiful, but not as much as you” he would proceed to grasp your hip tighter as his other hand brought your chest down flush onto his, he would moan heavily into your kiss at the feeling of the lace scratching against his skin

Originally posted by arlothia

Clint:

As soon as he would see you, his mouth would go completely dry, and if you were in a cartoon his eyes would pop out of his head. He’d mumble, “Oh fuck, YES!”  before making grabby hands at you, begging you to come and sit on his lap (I mean seriously, look at them thighs!) He’d become bold and immediately kiss your breasts over the velvet fabric as his hands would ping the elastic of your stockings. He’d tell you how sexy you’d look on top of him in such attire whilst his hand would come to softly grasp your throat…

Originally posted by son-of-a-blake

Pietro:

You would be getting ready for a party- you didn’t intend for him to see you in your lacy undergarments until after the party! It was supposed to be a surprise! But as Pietro would come through your door he would make said face, giving you a once over, (ogling at your behind, obviously) whilst having a devilish grin on his face whilst saying “Ah, princezná, all for me?” making you whip around in shock. 

About Time || Tom Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You want to spend more time with Tom but feel guilty about dragging him away from his work while Tom feels guilty about not spending enough time with you. 

Warnings: smut {18+}, little angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: this was better in my head but oh well right


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Slow Hands - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 6,721

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Hair Pulling, Choking, Face Riding, Boob Jobs, Shower Sex, Making out on the Couch

Notes: STUART WEEK. STUART WEEK. Thank you @rememberstilinski and @sarcasticallystilinski for giving us these times to focus on cuties like Stuart. As thanks, I give you the opportunity to bathe in holy water because… Stuart is a dirty little shit. Also a big thanks to @minhosmeanhoe because she was a babe and proofread this for me while I was on my way home! I love youuuuuu. PS This was a request. 

Request: could you maybe do a smut with stuart twombly based off the song “strip that down” or “slow hands” i dont like 1d but i heard them and i’m like “ooh so sexual i know just the right person” and now i’m here. thanks💕💕

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Imagine...

Originally posted by effy-west

you’re Kirk’s wife and is close to all the crew, especially Spock, Bones and Scotty. Jim is worried about your safety on the Enterprise so he gets an officer to teach you self-defence. However the officer has a grudge on Kirk and takes it out on the reader who has too much pride to admit what’s going on. So when the boys find out, they go into overprotective mode.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Jim asked, holding your elbow as you stood outside the door to the gym. Jim had been worrying over you since you had first stepped foot onto the Enterprise.

“I’ll be fine. Now will you please get back to the bridge before this ship falls into disrepair” you teased, kissing his cheek and pushing him away. 

“Alright! Alright! I’m going! Comm me when you’ve finished” Jim chuckled, watching you go through into the gym before heading to the bridge. He did have work to do, no matter how much he’d be distracted until you came back. 

“Officer LaRue? I’m Ensign Kirk, the Captain said you would be able to teach me some self-defence classes” you introduced, walking up to the rather large officer. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit apprehensive about the class. He was so much bigger than you. 

“You’re the Captain’s wife?” he asked, running his eyes up and down you, sizing you up. It did nothing to help soothe the butterflies in your stomach. 

“Technically yes but I think you’re meant to call me Ensign” you corrected, bouncing on the balls of your feet. You always felt embarrassed when people found out your connection to Jim. No embarrassed was the wrong word, nervous. Yes that was it, nervous in case they thought you had gotten into the Enterprise because of your husband. When instead it was because of all your hard work. 

LaRue shrugged, beginning to get out some equipment. “I don’t care. We should get started. I expect you to work hard and keep up with me. I’m not going to go easy on you because you’re a girl” LaRue grumbled, as you bristled at that. It was fair though, you wanted to prove that you could handle being on the Enterprise. So if LaRue was your best chance, you would take it.


“So why aren’t you teaching her Captain?” Scotty asked, poking at his salad. Bones had put him on a diet, much to the irritation of the engineer. 

“Because the Captain would hate to see Ensign Kirk hurt” Spock replied, going through his data pad. 

“More like he’d get distracted too much” Bones scoffed, eating his sandwich with relish as he stared at a gaping Scotty. 

Jim rolled his eyes, glancing at his comm link in hope he had a message. “Shut up Bones! I just want to make sure Y/N is going to be okay on the ship. Especially as everyone knows that she’s my wife” Jim shrugged, putting him comm down a little bit too forcefully. 

“No one would harm Y/N Captain” Spock assured, typing away. 

“Hey!” You greeted, sitting beside Jim in the canteen. Honestly you were exhausted and you felt so sore. LaRue did not go easy on you at all, even considering that this was your first time. 

“Hey how was it?” Jim grinned, kissing your cheek as he wrapped an arm round you to bring you closer to him. 

You groaned, resting your head on his shoulder. “Good but I’m aching all over. Like in places I didn’t know should ever hurt” you grumbled, shaking your head. Honestly your arms ached, your legs were killing and you didn’t even want to know what was going on with your back. 

“Maybe you should have a medical” Bones suggested, reaching for his drink. 

“No thanks, Bones! I’m pretty sure I’m fine” you quickly cried, making Jim scoff into his lunch. It always amused him of your aversion for Bones when he was in doctor mode. It was probably due to how many times you had seen the doctor sticking a hypospray in Jim’s neck. 

“Perhaps it would be better for you to keep practicing Ensign. To become more used to the demands of the lessons” Spock advised, raising an eyebrow at your dramatics.

“I know that Spock, it doesn’t make my muscles hurt any less” you groaned, rolling your eyes at him. “Anyway, I should probably be getting back to work. I’ll see you tonight. See you later guys” you murmured, pecking Jim’s lips before waving at the others. 

As the weeks went on, you were becoming more and more covered in bruises. You hid yourself from everybody, especially Jim. All your skin was covered to make sure that no one could see the bruises. 

You had worked out a while ago that something wasn’t right. That no matter how much self-defence LaRue was teaching you, it didn’t make sense as to the level of force he used on you. So that was why you had stopped becoming intimate with Jim, scared in case he would find the bruises on your body and think you couldn’t handle yourself. Well you could. You just needed to find out a way to knock LaRue the fuck out.

“Ensign Kirk” a voice called from behind you, making you grimace. At the moment all you wanted to do was get on with your work so you could go to your quarters and have a nice warm bath. 

“Hey Spock, what are you doing down here?” you greeted, waiting for him to fall instep with you. 

“I was wondering if you and the Captain are alright. The Captain seems very tense lately and I wished to know if there was anything I could do to help” Spock told me, following me down the corridor to my work station. 

“We’re fine Spock, don’t worry. Jim’s just feeling stressed. Maybe you and Bones should take him for a drink next time we’re on a planet. It might cheer him up” you suggested, feeling guilt whirl in your stomach. You knew the reason Jim was so tense lately was because of you. So to offer a suggestion that you knew would not help, it made you feel 10 times worse about the situation.

“Of course. Maybe you could join us Y/N” Spock offered, handing you your datapad for you to use.

“Thanks Spock, but I don’t think that would help. Besides, it’s a boy’s night out. The clue is kind of in the name” you smiled, pulling up your work before looking up at Spock. It was so good to be surrounded by friends, even if you couldn’t tell them everything. 


“Is that seriously all you got? I’ve seen more fight in a Klingon, you’re pathetic!” LaRue sneered, kicking you in the ribs as you tried to pull yourself up for what felt like the 100th time. In fact you were pretty sure it was.

“Well maybe I should have a better teacher” you hissed between gritted teeth as you clutched onto your ribs. Before you had time to say or do anything else, LaRue was gripping onto your elbow and pulling you up onto your feet again.

“You’re the one who wanted this, Princess! Why don’t you stop acting like a pathetic wimp and actually give me a fight” he growled, before punching you in your stomach. The pain almost had you throwing up as you tried to remember how to breathe again. Your mind became fuzzy as you concentrated on standing on your own two feet rather than collapsing at LaRue’s.

Turning to face him, you swung a punch at him but he ducked, landing a blow to your side. You grunted out in pain, landing on your knees. Already your bruised ribs were going to turn into a darker colour, you just knew it.

Dragging yourself up, you faced him, slightly unsteady on your feet. He smirked at you, enjoying seeing you so weak and in pain. Waiting for him to come at you, you timed it just right so you could punch him clear in the jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks and you felt a sigh of relief escape you. You had managed to knock that frustrating little smirk off his face.

However your victory was short lived as LaRue grabbed you around the waist and tackled you onto the mat. All your breath left you as you were winded, groaning out slightly at how much pain you was in. It felt like you had been hit with a starship.

“That’s enough for today! I’d say learn some better moves but it’s obviously a waste of my time and oxygen” he grunted, holding his bloodied lip. It still made you feel a tiny bit proud of yourself though.

Making your way down to your quarter for a shower, you couldn’t help but notice yourself struggling to breathe. Even though your ribs ached like they normally did, this time it felt like you were getting stabbed with every inhale and exhale. This time you couldn’t ignore it, especially when an ensign accidentally bumped into you and nearly sent your vision white with a burst of pain.

Grunting in both annoyance and pain, you realised that you’d have to go down to Medbay. 

Poking your head around the door, you could sigh in relief if it didn’t feel so bad when you didn’t see Bones in the vicinity. That meant he was either in his office doing work or that he was with Jim. Stepping properly into the room, you went to grab the attention of a nurse when you saw your luck go up in smoke. Bones had walked in from his office directly in front of you and had spotted you. Cursing your luck and Bones’s untimely appearance, you turned on your heel before he could call you.

“Y/N? What are you doing in here? That idiot hasn’t got himself hurt again has he?” Bones greeted, reaching out for your shoulder to spin you around. You flinched away, instantly regretting it as you had to breathe out through gritted teeth. “Y/N?” he frowned in concern, eyes raking over you.

“I’m fine, sore shoulder. I was just looking for Jim. Thought he’d be here. I’d better go though” you muttered, keeping your sentences short so you didn’t have to take in as much breath. 

Bones took in your hunched posture, clenched fists and slightly sweaty forehead, realising that something was wrong. “Yeah that’s not a sore shoulder. Come on” Bones stated, leading me to a bed. 

“Honestly Bones, it’s fine! You don’t need to worry, it’ll be fine once I have a shower and a good night’s rest” you protested, trying to think of some excuse to get you out of this. If they found out about this you knew they would become overprotective of you, not let it rest until they found out who was doing this to you. And Jim would feel so guilty about getting LaRue to teach you self defence.

“You can’t even stand up straight. Now shut up and get on the bed!” Bones ordered, preparing the tricorder he would need to scan you. 

“Your bedside manner is atrocious doctor” you complained as you did what you was told. Maybe you could just get away with it being a bruised rib. Yeah… that was the best you could hope for. 

“Well I don’t do this job to get friends, darlin’. Now sit still while I actually do my job” Bones muttered, beginning to scan you. He frowned, noticing the incredible amount of white blood cells in your blood stream but no actual cause of illness. He lowered the tricorder over your chest cavity before he stopped, staring at the result. What the hell?

“May I?” he asked gently, hands reaching for your regulation shirt. 

You gulped, jaw tightening before nodding. He lifted up your shirt, staring at the expanse of bruises that littered all over your body. There was various colours, indicating the age of the bruises: blues, blacks, greens and browns. The worst was over your ribs and even from here he could see the slight misshape of your lower ribs. 

“Who did this?” Bones growled, eyes shooting up to yours. 

“Bones, it’s nothing. I can handle-” you started, knowing exactly how this was going to work. 

“Like hell you can! You’ve broken a rib Y/N! It’s why you can’t breathe without it hurting. Now who’s done this to ya or do I have to call Jim?” he demanded, getting a hypospray ready to give you some painkillers. Sighing heavily, you told him to call Jim. It would be better if they were all here so you could tell them. You didn’t really want to have to repeat it to everybody.


“Y/N! Hey, what’s wrong? Bones said to come down to medbay at once” Jim frowned, hurrying to your side as Spock followed in after him. Bones quickly shut the divider firmly behind them. You sighed, resting yourself against Jim, grimacing as you did so.

“I uh… I need to tell you something. I didn’t mean to keep it from you but… uh… I mean” you stuttered, nerves eating at your stomach. What if they were mad at you? What if they blamed you in some way? All these questions ran through your head as you tried to find the right words.

“She’s got a broken rib, extensive bruising and she’s lucky to have missed out on internal bleeding” Bones reported, interrupting your stuttering to tell everybody his diagnosis.

“What? How? Are you okay?” Jim questioned, hands coming to skim over your sides and pull up your shirt. He stopped at seeing your bruised body, unable to take in the sight. This is why you had been so distant. Why you didn’t want him to touch you or even see you undress. “Who did this?” Jim whispered, voice deceptively calm.

“Jim, just listen for a minute okay. Don’t get mad” you sighed, holding onto your ribs. 

“Don’t get mad?! It looks like you’ve been beaten to within an inch of your life! Who did this to you? Y/N, you have to tell me” Jim shouted, gripping onto your shoulders. 

“LaRue.”

“I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him” Jim growled, jumping up from the bed and storming towards the exit. You knew without doubt that Jim would, the conviction in his voice and the anger which strum through his body would make sure of it. But you didn’t want Jim to do that. It would destroy him if it did. He would lose his Captaincy, get thrown out of Starfleet and lose all that he had worked so hard for. You knew it would kill him to go through that.

“Jim! Stop!” you cried, trying to follow him but you couldn’t. The movement had caused your whole chest and back muscles to spasm, making you crumple to the floor. You would have hit your head on the bed if it wasn’t for Bones catching you and trying to hold you back.

Jim stopped, looking torn between helping you and making sure you were alright. Or paying a visit to LaRue and throwing him out of an airlock. 

“Captain, maybe it is best to listen to Y/N. If you try and go after LaRue, I fear that Y/N may injure herself further by running after you” Spock objected, glancing at Jim as Bones helped me back onto the bed.

“Definitely agreeing with you there Spock…Jim, will you please just leave it. If you kill him, he’ll make sure you’ll lose everything you love. Including this ship” you told him, grimacing as you lay back down on the bed. 

“He already hurt the thing I love the most” Jim sighed, coming to sit on the side of your bed and take your hand.

“I’m going to give you a painkiller and then I’ll give you something for your ribs. It might knock you out for a few hours but you’ll be as good as new when you wake up” Bones informed, getting everything prepared.

“Does this mean he’s going to stab me with a hypospray again?” you whinged, pouting up at your husband who smiled reassuringly. However, before he could reply back, you felt a flare of pain in your arm as Bones pressed a hypospray into you. “OUCH!” you cried, pulling away as he reached for the spray that would mend your ribs. 

“Don’t be such an infant!” Bones scoffed, stabbing you again.

“Jim… you need to fire him!” you breathed, already feeling the medication work. You tried your best to fight it as you could blearily see Jim lean over and kiss your head. The last thing you saw before you fell asleep was Jim smiling at you softly as he cupped your cheek.


Kirk found LaRue just finishing up his shift when he cornered him in a practice room. “So let me guess? You thought it would be a good idea to hurt Y/N, the woman I love, because of something I did” Jim announced, making LaRue jump and spin around in fear. Jim felt a streak of pleasure at seeing the man who had hurt his wife now terrified of him.

“Captain… uh… what are you talking about?” LaRue murmured, glancing behind Jim at Spock and Bones who was blocking the door. They were furious, faces cold and hard with no hint of kindness at all. They loved Y/N like their own sister and they would not tolerate anyone hurting her.

“Of course not! Spock, why don’t you shut the door, this might take a while” Jim suggested, lips quirking up at LaRue. 

“Captain! Please! It’s a misunderstanding! I was teaching her self-defence!” LaRue protested, stepping back against the wall.

“Ensign Kirk had a broken rib and multiple bruises over her body. I fail to see how that is efficiently teaching her self-defence” Spock rebuked, raising an eyebrow at the officer in front of him.

“She was bound to get hurt while I was teaching her!” LaRue objected, trying anything to get himself out of this. Surely they wouldn’t hurt him right? I mean after all, there was protocol. 

“Good god man! You were meant to be teaching her, not beating her until she could barely breath! What kind of man are you to take advantage of her like that?” Bones snarled, stepping forward, fist clenched. 

“Let me see, it was because I passed the promotion to someone else wasn’t it?” Jim smirked, punching LaRue with a right hook on his jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks, clutching his jaw tightly as he groaned. “Or was it when I refused to pick you for a expedition when you had been drinking? Oh, is it because I had you court-martial because you were drunk on duty?” Jim growled, hitting him again and breaking LaRue’s nose. It sent blood spurting out over the floor. 

Jim grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and slammed him into the wall, hearing the dull metal clunk at the impact. “Or was it because I embarrassed you back at the Academy because I beat you in all our classes? Huh? Is that it?” Jim snarled, kneeing LaRue in the side. LaRue groaned, doubling over onto the floor, clutching his side.

“So when you had the chance to hurt my wife, I bet you jumped at it. I bet there was a place deep inside your sick mind that couldn’t wait to make her feel the pain, the embarrassment that you felt” Jim hissed, crouching down to LaRue’s side. Jim gripped LaRue’s hair, making sure he was looking at him. “Well, just so you know. You’re going to be responsible for getting kicked off this ship, a court-martial back on Earth and knowing you’ll never be working on a starship ever again. Not if I can help it anyway” Jim growled, shoving him away.

“Jim, that’s enough. Come on!” Bones interfered, pulling Jim away from the gasping man. “I’ll get someone to bring him to medbay before he’s transported back to Starfleet” Bones told him, leading Jim away.

“Oh, if you ever touch Y/N again, I swear I will find you and I will kill you” Jim promised, holding onto his bloodied fist. 

“Captain, come. Y/N will be awake soon” Spock instructed, ushering Jim out the room while Bones called for some help to take LaRue down to the medbay for a check over.


When you woke up, you felt groggy and confused for a few moments, the medication still in your bloodstream. But at least you could breathe better now, the pain in your body gone. Looking to the side of you, you spotted Jim sitting in a chair next to yours. He had fallen asleep with his head on the bed, snoring slightly. Running your fingers through his soft blonde hair, you looked back at the bright ceiling before looking to your other side.

You gaped, shocked at what you saw. There in the bed next to you was LaRue. He was surrounded by security but he looked like he had been knocked out. Shaking your head, you realised what had happened.

Tugging on Jim’s hair to wake him up, you heard his cries of pain as you spun your head to scowl at him. “Ow what was that for?!” he complained, rubbing his head as he gaped at you.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, idiot!” you glowered, pointing to the bed next to you.

“Oh that… don’t pretend you don’t like my protectiveness Y/N” he smirked, leaning back in his chair.

“Jim Kirk, you are nothing but trouble” you sighed, shaking your head as you couldn’t help but smile at him. Because it was true. You did love how protective he was of you. Even if he didn’t listen to you.

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Connected | It’s 2009. Dan and Phil are in a long distance relationship, and while they’ve had more sex than they count on one hand, they’ve never properly done it. Dan’s tired of waiting, but Phil’s not so ready to let them go all the way, so he gives Dan the next best thing. | Phan | Mature | Intercrural, Smut, PWP | 3.5K Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

My anons asked for thigh fucking, and they got thigh fucking.

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anonymous asked:

i'd be a hoe for some jimin neck kissin if you're still accepting drabble requests

wow I’m so deep in my feels right now, this ended up being so fluffy. also i wanted to add smut to this but it’s 1:30 am and I honestly have just wanted nothing more than to kiss and date jimin for the last two days i’m so emo

word count: 620

You’ve gone away for the weekend with your boyfriend and his friends to a cabin, but you both decide to get a little time away from them early in the morning when the sun is rising and you’re both still tired.

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anonymous asked:

Please write jealous Shawn!

a/n: another long one stop me please


Why is it so hard to accept the party is over?
You came with your new friends
And her mom jeans and her new Vans
And she’s perfect and I hate it, oh so glad you made it - Drew Barrymore, SZA.


They didn’t know about you two, so you couldn’t exactly decline their offer. 

They didn’t, you know, know about how far Shawn and you had taken your so called friendship, and to be honest, you didn’t want them too. 

You were more than happy to keep it under wraps - never speak about it ever again. Oh god, why are you here? why did you come, for fuck sake, you know what? leave, turn around, make a run for it, doesn’t matter if the boys will be there-

The door opens, revealing a fresh faced Shawn. You lock eyes, and you think you’re going to fall. Memories flood back, seeping underneath your skin and curdling in your blood. You sure you want this Y/N? 

He’s dressed in a simple black hoodie and skinny jeans, tight around the thighs you’d gripped onto - shoved your nails into as he’d whispered a needy plea into your ear. You keep on telling yourself that it’s only Shawn, only Shawn, only Shawn, only Shawn but God dammit it’s not ‘only Shawn’ anymore. 

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I should probably warn you that: 1. The idea is very old; 2. I mostly write stuff so I can push character limits, and here I clearly pushed too hard. Basically, expect lots of OOC.


Title: Think Before You Speak

Fandom: MommaCQ (belongs to @alainaprana)

Wordcount: 983

Warnings: OOC; mentions of injury and hospitalization; blatant angst.

Summary: Error hates the hospital.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write more about the twinyards hatred for Arnold? It cured my depression I need more. Your writing is amazing

(SO SORRY I ABANDONED TUMBLR FOR A BIT)


Neil had gone for an early morning run. 

That was exactly when the trouble began. Or returned, if you looked at it from a certain angle. 

It had been a colder morning, as the bitter grey skies that marked early December mornings hung low over the campus. Andrew had for a second tried to convince Neil not to be an idiot and to stay in bed, his hand loosely wrapping itself around Neil’s wrist, his expression a grumpy one as he poked his hand out of the blankets. “You’ll get sick,” Andrew had said, reminding him that Neil was prone to many things. Bad luck, poor computer skills and a delightfully terrible immune system. 

“I need to keep my times steady,” Neil told him, flicking a glance towards where Kevin slept, a tangled mess of blankets and three bottles of vodka. “You’ll be happier that I do.”

Neil had slipped out of the dorm room and Andrew had gone back to sleep, his back pressed to the chilly dorm wall. 

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When the phone rang, he answered it. Andrew was more evolved than Neil was. More capable of answering a phone. 

“Hey, this is Andrew right?” came a voice decidedly not Neil’s. Andrew pressed his lips together tight, narrowing his eyes. Waiting. “Listen, he keeps demanding that I call you and that you need to be here now.”

“Who is this?” 

“Arnold.” 

Arnold Mayes. Andrew could remembering that obnoxious voice, chattering to Neil about stupid stuff like global warming and starving children. “Why exactly do you have Neil’s cellphone?” 

“I accidentally hit him with my car-”

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Aaron and Andrew went to the hospital together, equally scowling and with their arms crossed. “Josten,” one said to the nurse, irritation bleeding into their voice. 

“Mayes,” another said. 

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“I’m fine.”

“He hit you.”

“It was dark.”

“You aren’t running alone again.”

“I’m fine.”

“You have three broken ribs and a fractured wrist.” 

“Which all feel fine.”

“That’s because you’re currently doped out of your skull, rabbit.” 

“It feels great.” 

“Idiot.”

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“So I hear you can’t figure out the magic of stop signs,” Aaron said, leaning back in the hard plastic chair in the waiting room, directly across from Arnold. “I know, it is a bit difficult figuring out big white lettering that says stop.”

He winced, looking guilty and upset. “I didn’t mean to hit him, I would never want to hit him.”

“Yet you managed to hit him hard enough to break bones. Exactly how fast were you driving?”

“I wasn’t paying attention-”

“God, that is such an Arnold thing to do.”

“What?”

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Settling Neil back in the tower should have been easy. Andrew was basically a pro at corralling him into the elevator and onto the couch, hiding his running shoes and keys to the stadium. 

Arnold kept trying to meet with Neil personally and explain what had happen. At first it was just constant calling Neil’s cellphone but then eventually he managed his way into the building. 

“I need to see Neil.” Arnold said, loud. His eyes were red and people in the hallway were beginning to stare at the scene of Andrew standing with his arms crossed in front of the ridiculously tall boy. 

“No you don’t.”

“He needs to understand that I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

“Yet you still gave a good attempt to run him over.” 

The affair was documented on the school’s YikYak of people captioning dialogue. Twitter showed a semi viral video of the seven foot boy crying hysterically at Andrew’s feet, which Aaron screenshotted and used as his phone screen background, temporarily replacing his girlfriend’s for exactly three and half days.

“Kevn could drive better,” Andrew told Aaron. 

“My racquet could drive better.”

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“You can’t seriously take him to court over this,” Neil told Andrew, frowning. It was hard to care what he was saying when he winced everytime he moved. “Andrew, this is crazy.”

“I’m keeping a maniac off the road.” 

“You literally used a car to kill your own mother.” 

“Whatever.” 

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“I can’t believe we could be related to a jackass like that,” Aaron told Matt during practise, hitting the ball a little bit too aggressively. “It is sickening, thinking about the fact that we could have a third brother who doesn’t understand how speeding laws work.”

“Right,” Matt said, eyes tracking where the ball had zoomed off to. 

“Speeding laws are basically the pillars of society like who even fucks that shit up?”

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The unwanted sequel to this mess:

http://anactualfairyqueen.tumblr.com/post/162181515001/the-minyard-bond

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I FINALLY WROTE THE NEXT PART FOR MY GHOST!LANCE AU!!!

Also, just so everyone knows, I’m posting these to my ao3 as well now so that people can read them on here as well as on there

“Good morning, Blue.”

Allura’s voice had startled not only Lance, but also the Blue Lion, the two having been in a deep conversation. He had gone to her only a few vargas ago, his mind racing with thoughts of what exactly was going to happen in the future. Was he going to be stuck on the castle? Be forced to haunt his friends? His family? Would he finally be allowed to pass on once they reach Earth once again? Normally he had been able to ignore the thoughts, but he had been sitting in the kitchen as Hunk cooked when the Yellow Paladin began to murmur to himself about the future and he just needed to get his thoughts off his chest, he needed to talk about it. So, naturally, he went to Blue. He was always able to talk to her and even though it was possible to speak to the other lions now, Blue was his. She would always be his lion, so of course he would go to her over one of the other lions.

“I was hoping we could talk?” Allura’s voice was hopeful as she approached the lion, multicolored eyes staring up at Blue. A questioning purr rumbled through Lance’s mind and he let out a soft sigh before smiling softly, standing up.

“She’s your paladin now, too, Blue.” The lion let out a sound that sounded almost like a huff and a laugh forced its way from Lance’s lips. When he had started to leave as Blue lowered her head to let Allura in through her large maw, Blue’s voice stopped him. 

‘Stay. Just this once.’

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“God in heaven, you are real!”

“So are you.” I lifted my chin to look up at him. “I th-thought you were dead.” I had meant to speak lightly, but my voice betrayed me. The tears spilled down my cheeks, only to soak into the rough cloth of his shirt as he pulled me hard against him. 

I shook so that it was some time before I realized that he was shaking, too, and for the same reason. I don’t know how long we sat there on the dusty floor, crying in each other’s arms with the longing of twenty years spilling down our faces. 

His fingers twined hard in my hair, pulling it loose so that it tumbled down my neck. The dislodged pins cascaded over my shoulders and pinged on the floor like pellets of hail. My own fingers were clasped around his forearm, digging into the linen as though I were afraid he would disappear unless physically restrained. 

As though gripped by the same fear, he suddenly grasped me by the shoulders and held me away from him, staring desperately into my face. He put his hand to my cheek, and traced the bones over and over again, oblivious to my tears and to my abundantly running nose. 

I sniffed loudly, which seemed to bring him to his senses, for he let go and groped hastily in his sleeve for a handkerchief, which he used clumsily to swab first my face, then his own. 

“Give me that.” I grabbed the erratically waving swatch of cloth and blew my nose firmly. “Now you.” I handed him the cloth and watched as he blew his nose with a noise like a strangled goose. I giggled, undone with emotion. 

He smiled too, knuckling the tears away from his eyes, unable to stop staring at me. Suddenly I couldn’t bear not to be touching him. I lunged at him, and he got his arms up just in time to catch me. I squeezed until I could hear his ribs crack, and felt his hands roughly caressing my back as he said my name over and over. 

At last I could let go, and sat back a little. He glanced down at the floor between his legs, frowning. 

“Did you lose something?” I asked, surprised. 

He looked up and smiled, a little shyly. 

“I was afraid I’d lost hold altogether and pissed myself, but it’s all right. I’ve just sat on the alepot.” 

Sure enough, a pool of aromatic brown liquid was spreading slowly beneath him. With a squeak of alarm, I scrambled to my feet and helped him up. After trying vainly to assess the damage behind, he shrugged and unfastened his breeches. He pushed the tight fabric down over his haunches, then stopped and looked at me, blushing slightly. 

“It’s all right,” I said, feeling a rich blush stain my own cheeks. “We’re married.” I cast my eyes down, nonetheless, feeling a little breathless. “At least, I suppose we are.” 

He stared at me for a long moment, then a smile curved his wide, soft mouth. 

“Aye, we are,” he said. Kicking free of the stained breeches, he stepped toward me. 

I stretched out a hand toward him, as much to stop as to welcome him. I wanted more than anything to touch him again, but was unaccountably shy. After so long, how were we to start again? 

He felt the constraint of mingled shyness and intimacy as well. Stopping a few inches from me, he took my hand. He hesitated for a moment, then bent his head over it, his lips barely brushing my knuckles. His fingers touched the silver ring and stopped there, holding the metal lightly between thumb and forefinger. 

“I never took it off,” I blurted. It seemed important he should know that. He squeezed my hand lightly, but didn’t let go. 

“I want—” He stopped and swallowed, still holding my hand. His fingers found and touched the silver ring once more. “I want verra much to kiss you,” he said softly. “May I do that?” 

The tears were barely dammed. Two more welled up and overflowed; I felt them, full and round, roll down my cheeks. 

“Yes,” I whispered. 

He drew me slowly close to him, holding our linked hands just under his breast. 

“I havena done this for a verra long time,” he said. I saw the hope and the fear dark in the blue of his eyes. I took the gift and gave it back to him. 

“Neither have I,” I said softly. 

His hands cupped my face with exquisite gentleness, and he set his mouth on mine. 

I didn’t know quite what I had been expecting. A reprise of the pounding fury that had accompanied our final parting? I had remembered that so often, lived it over in memory, helpless to change the outcome. The half-rough, timeless hours of mutual possession in the darkness of our marriage bed? I had longed for that, wakened often sweating and trembling from the memory of it. 

But we were strangers now, barely touching, each seeking the way toward joining, slowly, tentatively, seeking and giving unspoken permission with our silent lips. My eyes were closed, and I knew without looking that Jamie’s were, as well. We were, quite simply, afraid to look at each other. 

Without raising his head, he began to stroke me lightly, feeling my bones through my clothes, familiarizing himself again with the terrain of my body. At last his hand traveled down my arm and caught my right hand. His fingers traced my hand until they found the ring again, and circled it, feeling the interlaced silver of the Highland pattern, polished with long wear, but still distinct. 

His lips moved from mine, across my cheeks and eyes. I gently stroked his back, feeling through his shirt the marks I couldn’t see, the remnants of old scars, like my ring, worn but still distinct. 

“I’ve seen ye so many times,” he said, his voice whispering warm in my ear. “You’ve come to me so often. When I dreamed sometimes. When I lay in fever. When I was so afraid and so lonely I knew I must die. When I needed you, I would always see ye, smiling, with your hair curling up about your face. But ye never spoke. And ye never touched me.”

“I can touch you now.” I reached up and drew my hand gently down his temple, his ear, the cheek and jaw that I could see. My hand went to the nape of his neck, under the clubbed bronze hair, and he raised his head at last, and cupped my face between his hands, love glowing strong in the dark blue eyes. 

“Dinna be afraid,” he said softly. “There’s the two of us now.”

overprotective [brother!markiplier x sister!reader]

warnings; none!

words; 1,020

prompt; could you do an ethan nestor (crankgameplays) one shot where the reader is marks younger sister and it’s a secret because she’s 18 and legal but she’s still his baby sister so he gets over protective and he sees hickeys on her and amy let’s it slip the reader is with ethan and mark flips out and is like ‘nooo baby sister no boys’ and he gets overprotective but the reader tells him off and says he can’t keep her away from ethan + sibling fluff at the end?? thanks so much sorry it’s so long (  fuckkoffcourtney)

MASTERLIST KO-FI. WRITING CHALLENGE!

Mark is a good brother. Since the two of you grew up without a father it was only natural that big brother Markiplier would take on that responsibility and take immense care of you, help out mom more, drive you from party to party or from Walmart to Target at two am. That being said, he isn’t a great brother. Whilst yes, you have a feeling that he loves you more than anything else in this world (maybe besides Chica. You can’t compete with Chica), with that brotherly love comes one major flaw…He’s way too overprotective.

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It’s Complicated (Jason Blossom Imagine Jason x Reader- Part 1)

Request: I swear You are the best writer ever. I loved your Jason Blossom imagine, do you think you could write more? It was absolutely beautiful, maybe one where Jason and the reader were the longest lasting couple and this new girl tries to break them up, so they get into a fight but Cheryl fixes them. Thank you so much, I loved your imagine so so much ❤️❤️

Words Count: 1990 (shiiiiiiiiit)

Warnings: None

A/N: Whoever wrote this request, you are adorable and your compliment made me happy, thank you thank you thank you!!!! <3

PART TWO   PART THREE 



Your eyes flutter open to a sunbeam dancing across your face. You groan and turn your ahead away from the light. You feel your body slowly sink back into sleep but your phone dings a happy tune, alerting you of a new message. You roll your body and fumble for your phone on your bedside table. Squinting from the brightness coming off your phone, you open the message. You smile at your phone when you realise it’s from your boyfriend, Jason Blossom. You sit up and read the message.
JJ: Time to wake up, I’ll pick you up today!” You click your phone off and slowly rise from your bed.

You had showered, gotten dress and were currently eating breakfast with your parents. You heard the front door open and saw Jason walk in.  “Good morning Mr and Mrs (Y/L/N), how has your morning been so far?” Jason asks politely. You parents smile at Jason
“Very well Jason and yours?” Your Dad asks.
“As good as a Monday morning can be Sir.” Jason say, he walks up to you and kisses your cheek.
“You ready to go?” He asks, slinging your bag around his shoulder. You nod, kissing your parents on the cheek before heading out the front door with Jason. He chucks your bag in the back seat. “Why hello there beautiful, how are you today?” Cheryl asks from the front seat. You laugh and hug her hello.
“I’m fine, how are you Cheryl?” You ask, pulling away from the red-haired girl. She grimaces and you nod your head, understanding that it was something she didn’t want to talk about. You reach over to open your door but Jason’s hand gets there first, opening it for you. You smile up at him and he smiles back down at you. “Hi you.” He says, cupping your jaw and planting a quick kiss on your lips.
“Hi, how was football practice?” You ask, climbing into the backseat of his red car.
“It was okay, think I might have bent something that is not supposed to bend.” He says, making his way to the front seat. He starts up the car and pulls out into the street. Concern fills your body, showing on your face. Jason notices your face and reaches back to hold your hand.
“Babe, it’s fine. It was kidding.” He says. You raise your eyebrows at him and he laughs. “Mostly.” He corrects. Cheryl looks at her twin and then back to you.
“You two are so cute, I still can’t believe you guys have been dating since you were 13.” She states before turning her attention back to Jason. They talk about homework and what they were doing after school. You close your eyes and lean your head back on the head rest behind you. You feel your body drift off into a light sleep.

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Truth or Dare Gone Right Part 2/4

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,571

Warnings: Drinking, Sexual Tension,Swearing, Eventual Smut

Ratings: PG-13

Summary: Being the personal assistant to the Avengers wasn’t all that bad, except your huge crush on Steve made you turn into mush. On your annual game night, Tony insists you play Truth or Dare.  It seems as if a few people already know your secret and they are trying to hook you up with Steve.  

While the cold wind whipped around you, you felt nothing but warmth as Steve stood behind you; his arms now encircling you into a tight embrace to fight the cold.  You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture as you bit your lower lip thinking how this would feel even better if you both were naked. A cough to your left broke you from your thought and you turned your head to see who it was.  Nat was standing about ten feet away with a smirk on her face. She gave you a thumbs up and a wink before you rolled your eyes at her and faced forward yet again.  

You had downed your drink earlier and it was now working its way through your already warm body; making you feel extra toasty and relaxed.  Deciding now was as good of a time as any to make a move; you took your hands off the railing and placed them on his forearms which were circled around your chest.  “Ooohh” Steve jumped at your gesture “your hands are cold.”  You giggled like a school girl as you apologized; Steve telling you it was just fine and to keep your hands there to warm them up.  

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Tom and the praise kink would be like

a/n: sin as always
let me know if you liked anon, I can write another one if you didn’t
sorry if it’s trash (and if I’m a trash)
and let me know if you guys have a request or if you want a part 2 of something
let’s sin together

• one day you’d drink a few beers
• you’d not be drunk, but honest
• and before you get home you’d buy this really cute boxer of spiderman for yourself bc why not?
• at your home you decide to take a shower and inaugurate your new underwear
• you really didn’t thought about taking others clothes so you’d just go to your room with a towel and the boxer
• you’d stop in the door noticing that your boyfriend is in your bed watching TV
• “Toooooooooom”
• you’d be able to see the shock in his face when he look at you just wearing a towel
• the way your wet hair sticks in your smooth skin always low key turn him on even if you don’t know it
• “I bought something thinking on you”
• he’d clean his throat before he answer
• “And what’s it, baby?”
• you’d drop the towel reveling your spiderman underwear and he’d feel his a twitch in his dick
• your body is such a perfect vision to him and he’d have difficulties to think straight
• “Darling, why’d you buy a boxer of spiderman?”
• you would slowly walk in his direction and start to climb in your bed
• “Because I didn’t find panties of superheroes”
• he’d be turned on but would do his best to hide it
• “Okay babygirl, but why of spiderman?”
• “Because I always want you between my legs”
• Tom would throw his head back holding a moan
• as he swallow hard you’d see his adam pome move and that defiantly would give you dirty thoughts
• since he’s with his eyes closed would be a delicious surprise when you just sit on his lap
• your boobs would be pressed again his shirtless chest and your hands would be playing with the soft curls in his hear
• his hands would be traveling through your back making your shiver under his touch
• you’d touch his forehead with yours and that would let your lips almost touching
• “Tom, can I tell you a secret?”
• he’d agree with throaty groan
• “You’re the best everything of my life. You have the best kiss, the best hug, the best perfume, the best cuddle, the best cock and for sure the best fuck”
• with that Tom would hungrily kiss you
• oh boy what a hella of a kiss
• you wouldn’t have idea of how much he likes when you compliments him
• he’d turn you around so he could be on the top of you, kissing and exploring your body with his hands
• soon his lips would be in your neck, easily finding your sweet spot making you let a low moan escape
• “You have such a smooth skin, princess. I could kiss it for hours”
• you were able to feel his hard bone through his pants and you’d put your legs around his waist trying to get more contact
• “Tom… Please. I need you.” you’d say that moving your hips under him hoping to get some relief
• “What for, my love?”
• one of his hands would be on your ass and the other on your tight both pressing the area strongly
• “I need you to make me feel good in the way only you can”
• Tom would crave his teeth in your shoulder before starting to make a trail of kisses passing by your boobs, belly and the inner part of your thighs
• he’d insert two fingers inside you and lick your clit
• “Tell me how you’re feeling, darling. I wanna hear from your soft lips with your heavily voice”
• your mind would be a total disorder bc Tom would be teasing you
• “You’re driving me insane, Tom.”
• “But I barely did anything, baby.”
• “I know! But that’s what you do to me. You’re always let me so fucking wet”
• he wouldn’t lost time and soon he’d be stroking and curling his fingers inside you as he play with your clit with his tongue
• you’d be moaning his name and nonsenses
• he’d touch on that spot that make you scream
• and that’s what happens
• you’d scream his name arching your back and grabbing his hair with your fists
• he’d repeatedly hit the same place and you’d feel the familiar warmth under your bellybutton
• “Tom, your fingers do a better job than my owns. Fuck. I’m gonna cum”
• “Cum for me, love. Let me know how good I make you feel”
• and wouldn’t take long until your walls clench around his fingers and scream his name again
• he’d clean you up not leaving one single drop of your juice
• you’d be heavily breathing when he come back to be on the top of you
• “Did you liked, babygirl? Because I fucking love to feel your taste and to know that you were that wet to me”
• “Of course, Tommy. You’re always make me feel so good.”
• Tom’s dick would be throbbing against the inner part of your thigh and being able to feel that would make you moan softly
• that would push him to edge of his sanity and he’d just insert his cock at once inside you
• “Fuck, you’re so tight. It feels fucking amazing.”
• he’d start to thrust against you, slowly at first but becoming erratic as you moan and beg to him for more
• your nails you’d be running through his back and you’d be biting hid shoulder to repress yours whimpers
• when he hit that spot inside you again but this time with his thick dick you wouldn’t be able to do anything but roll your eyes in pleasure and archer your back
• “Oh my god, Tom. Right there. Shit. You’re incredible. Don’t stop.”
• you’d warp your legs around his waist pulling him closer and making him go deeper
• for the second time at that night a warmth would be formed under your belly advising you that you’re close
• with a few more thrusts you’d be done, clenching around his cock, but instead of scream,you’d whisper in his ear “I love you, Tom. So fucking much.”
• that would be enough to make him cum, the fingers roughly pressed against your hips and ass
• he’d lay down on your side and you’d start to play with his messy and soft hair
• “I love you too, love. To the moon and back”
• you’d let a soft kiss on his lips and he’d pull you to a hug
• “Tom, can I tell you another secret?”
• “Huh?”
• “I love to suck you and to feel your cum on my mouth”
• “Oh my god, Y/N”

anonymous asked:

Sometimes I imagine hugging all of the paladins and how each one would hug differently and that fantasy is keeping me alive through finals

shiro would give such warm hugs. completely envelop you in his arms and put his chin on your head and squeeze, just a bit, just enough that you feel safe and loved. he might hold your hand too, tight, to make sure you know he’s there and you’re not alone. he’s a pretty patient guy, so he’d hug you for as long as you needed. it’d probably be pretty easy to fall asleep in a shiro-hug.

keith isn’t great with physical contact unless he really, really trusts you, i’m positive we can all agree on that. he’s probably a bit touch-starved, though; all he ever had was shiro, but then shiro disappeared. he never had a parent to hug, and then was left alone without a friend for a year. so i imagine his hugs would be hesitant and awkward at first, but once he’s okay with you, he’d be down for a hug, anytime.

lance would give like, really obnoxious hugs, but they’re lovely, good hugs nonetheless. i’m talking dramatically flung-out arms and sweeping you into his embrace, and probably accidentally dropping you, then apologising profusely before giving you a real, genuine, awkward “i’m so sorry i hope you didn’t break your hip” hug and clinging to you like a baby koala until you tell him it’s okay.

hunk would give literal bear hugs. bone-crushing, overwhelming but in a good way, tight, warm, safe bear hugs. hunk is the guy you go to when you’re sad and bawling your eyes out, because he’ll hug you so hard and tell you a lame joke, so you won’t be able to remember you’re sad, because you’ll be laughing and hugging him back and hiding your tears in his shirt. 

pidge probably isn’t one for hugs, unless she’s really emotional– like that scene where she hugged shiro. but i do think her hugs would be genuine and heartfelt, because she’s not great at comforting with words, but touch is something she can do to show that she cares without having to say it. she’s not very patient so probably wouldn’t stay there too long, but she’d be more than happy to sit in a comforting silence with you afterwards.

Quickies

Originally posted by patd6277

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Brendon Urie

Request: Yes c: || Some kinky female readerX Brendon

Warnings: NSFW || smut, unprotected sex (reader on the pill), cursing, blow job, hair pulling, fingering, daddy kink, wall sex, shower sex.

Masterlist: Here

1.) I honestly don’t even know what happened here. It was after 1am when I started writing this, and I went to bed around 4am. Then I finished the last few paragraphs around 5pm so I’ll just leave it here. 

2.) This is unprotected sex, and I do not condone this at all. Wrap it before you tap it. Don’t make love without a dick glove. 

3.) Also, look at that gif. Just look at it. I know, me too. 

Enjoy, xx.


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Auston Matthews - Drunk and Jealous

anon request: okkk so could you do an auston matthews one where you’re drunk and dancing with guys and he gets jealous and takes u home & idk if u do smut but make it a lil nasty?

anon request: Auston Matthews fluff? :) x

i would do an auston matthews imagine any day! i love him sm️ and i don’t write smut but making out and kissing i can do so i hope this was okay and i hope it was at least a little fluffy cause i was kinda short:))

warnings: making out, kissing, cussing, mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

it was after an amazing goal scored by tyler bozak and a hard fought win we were out celebrating at a bar. i was having the time of my life dancing with all of the lady leafs. “y/n another shot?” one of the girls asked, i quickly nodded and took the shot from her hand and downed it receiving a few cheers as i threw my arms up in the air yelling along with them.

the shot was like fire down my throat but i loved it. i stumbled up the stairs to the vip where all of the guys were drinking beers and slightly dancing to music, “they look so awkward” i giggled with steph as she nodded helping me up the stairs, her being much more sober. “slow down there tiger your gonna hurt yourself” she laughed practically having to pull me up the stairs.

“aus!” i shouted trying to run over to him but almost falling over. “hey baby” he kissed my cheek and i pushed him away. “that is PDA auston!” i pointed my finger at his chest. morgan and mitch were beside me laughing at what was occurring in front of them. “and what are you laughing at you eleven year old and you over sized teddy bear” at that aus was laughing at the two boys, and so was william then matt joined in too.

“you know mitch i don’t even think your supposed to be in here” i shook my head at him disapprovingly. “sorry mitch” auston laughed and pulled me back to him. “she won’t remember this tomorrow” he smiled down at me.

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Clair(e)voyance

1:4

He spent the next five days retracing his victims’ steps.  He talked to so many people. Devoured past interview transcripts.  Phone records.  Tried to think of every damn stone he could turn over.  His efforts finally provided a link between the two men. 

Both had a history of domestic abuse.  

After conducting some interviews of his own, he was pretty sure he could rule out the wife and girlfriend as suspects. 

He found one more commonality though.  But he needed to talk to Claire about it first.  

It had been five days since they’d had pizza and wine together.  Five days since he’d taken her hand and watched her flinch as if burned. It didn’t take his detecting skills to figure this out.  He was certain now.  The evidence was too convincing.

Claire Randall saw things.  Visions. Premonitions.    

Claire Randall was a Psychic.  

He wasn’t innocent.  He knew the signs of an aroused woman.  Pupils dilated. Cheeks flushed.  Breath short.  Every time he touched her, she reacted. 

When they parted five days ago she was furious. Twisting her hand from his she grabbed the lapels of his jacket, and brought him to within mere inches of her face.  She cursed him.  Hard.  

“You fucking bastard!“  Then she shoved him out of way, and disappeared inside her townhouse before he was able to make it to the bottom of her front door stairs. 

He could hear the music before he reached the basement of the building.  The pounding of the drums loud and jarring, the words coming fast and hard.    

This doesn’t mean I lost my dream,

It’s just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean.

Can you save

Can you save my

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

Jamie stopped at the double doors and watched her through the window.  She was laying bones out on a table from a box.  

He watched her hold each piece of the skeleton for a moment.  Internalizing. Listening.  Then lay it out in its correct spot.  She did this with each and every vertebrae.  Solemn,  Respectful.  She pulled out a humerus. She smiled as if remembering something special. Whimsically.  Fondly.  What had Claire Randall held in her arms to make her smile like that? She pulled out the skull. Ran her long, delicate fingers over the cranium.  She closed her eyes, and he saw her shake her head sadly.  What did she see?  

Down here, hidden away, the music drowning out the world around her, Claire was free to be herself.  To let her gift flow without fear.  The bones spoke to her. A good woman.  Her death was peaceful, of that Claire was sure.  And she had loved, and been loved.  

Jamie watched with fascination.  Heavy dirty soul. What was it that weighed her down?  Why did such a beautiful woman, eyes that could shine with golden light, choose to lock herself away in solitude?  

The song was still pulsing.  He pushed the door, and felt the resistance.  He reared back.

Locked.   

Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit.

He banged on the door.  The music prevented his intrusion.  So he waited. Man, those drums. They were relentless.  He didn’t understand how she could concentrate.

The song finished.  He knocked and watched her head snap up.  

Their eyes locked for a moment.  He could see the war raging in her mind. So, she had been avoiding him.  He held up the file in his hand, and shouted, “I think I found something!”

The next song kicked on and she jumped.  More drums, heavy bass.  She set the skull down gently, and came over to unlock the door.  She hit the button on her sound system as she passed it drenching the sterile room in silence.

The lock slide free.  She didn’t bother to open the door, just turned and walked away.  Jamie stepped inside the cool room and let the door whoosh closed.  

“Thanks for yer time.” he said by way of hello.  “I have a couple of connections in the poisoning cases, but one needed yer expertise.”

Claire went back to her work removing bones without a word.  Jamie followed her over to the table.  “What do ye have here?”

“Woman.  Brought in for me to see if I could identify her, maybe connect her to a missing persons.”

“What did she die of?”

“Nat-” Claire stopped.  “I won’t know until I examine everything.”   Her hands gripped the edge of the box, and she let her head fall forward. She grit her teeth until she could feel the pulse in her jaw jump.  Where had her guard gone? Where had her carefully constructed persona gone? 

What’s your question?”  Claire kept working.  Keeping it professional.

“The autopsy report said the stomach contents were the same.  Can ye confirm somethin’ for me?”

Claire gave him the briefest of glances.  “I can try.”

“Would ye say both men ate at the same place before they died?”  He watched her eyes widen just a little before answering.

“I don’t really know for sure.  I mean, it’s possible.  If I remember correctly I indicated they had similar meals.  I can’t confirm they were from the same place.”  Claire turned back to the box and closed her eyes for a brief moment revisiting the impression that hit her during the second postmortem.  Glass cases.  Fresh, crisp vegetables.  Bright blue floor.  Small tables.  Sunlight.  

She grabbed a mandible.  This one had been chatty in life. 

Jamie leaned across the table at her, trying to meet her eyes.  She did know. Instinctively.  He wished she would trust him.

“Talk to me, Claire,” he said, soft, and caring.  Pleading.  A lover’s voice. 

“That’s what we’re doing,” she said, clipped and hard.

“Yeah.  How about ye tell me the truth.  Without ye dropping yer head, or swearin’ at me?”  He’d never met a woman so closed off.

“Look.  I’m busy, and I want to get this done because I’m hungry.”  She took out another bone, a rib, and laid it on the table.   

“Here,” he said, stepping around the table and reaching inside the box, “let me help.”

“No!” Claire shouted, blocking his way with her arm.  She would never get the whole picture if she didn’t connect with every single bone.  She moved too fast and made a mistake. She accidentally placed a hand on his chest trying to hold him off.  

Right above his heart.  Laughter.  Affection.  Joy.  So much joy. 

She pulled her hand back, fast.  Her breath was irregular.  She grasped at the first excuse she could think of to cover her behaviour.  “You don’t have gloves on.”

Now, Jamie thought.  Now we talk about it.  He stepped closer to her.  

“Ye know what we could be.  But ye don’t think we should be together.” He tried to catch her eye, but she was having none of it.   

“That’s right,” Claire said.  Another bone on the table.  “I think I’ve been very clear.”  

“Well, I need to be clear, too.”  Honesty.  It felt like the right way to go in this case.  “I feel this. Just as ye do.  I can’t ignore it.”

“Well, you have to.”  She prayed the floor would open up and swallow her whole.  

“I can’t.  I dinna want to.”  Jesus, Jamie thought.  Am I actually begging right now?

“Not my pig, not my farm, Fraser.”  She would not get into this.  She was doing fine without another Alpha Male in her life. She dug through the box.

“Can you?”  He asked her, his voice mocking.

“Can I what?”  Claire was being purposely obtuse.  It served her well, at times. A collarbone set in place.  

“Ignore it.” His voice reflected his impatience. 

“Yes.  Quite easily”  Which wasn’t exactly the truth, but Claire decided it would have to be her truth for right now.

“I don’t believe ye.”  He would not give in without a fight.  “Why do we have to ignore it?”   Persistence.  It’s what made him a good detective.   

She slammed the femur down on the table with a crash.  The clang of the metal table reverberated around the room.  Jamie jumped back.

“Dammit. STOP.”  She realized she wouldn’t get any peace until she spelled it out for him.  Fine.  He wanted her secrets, did he?  Damn him.  He had no right to them. 

“Now you listen to me, James Fraser.  I get how perceptive you are.  I understand that you think you know me.  But you don’t.  I will say this once, and only once.  Am I attracted to you?  Hell, yes.  You’re too damn good-looking by half, and smarter than the average man which makes you even more alluring in my eyes.  But there cannot be an ‘us’.  Understood?  I like the men in my life to be like my cadavers.  Simple.  Silent.  And dead. ”   

“But that’s not what ye see.”  Jamie’s eyes narrowed like a cat’s.  

Claire threw her hands in the air, exasperated.  

“Do yer visions ever not come to pass?” he persisted.

Claire counted to twenty before she answered.  Fucking, stubborn Scot. 

“No,” she whispered.  “I haven’t been wrong.  Yet.”