if-you-insist

Imagine being in a secret relationship with Jensen, who is older than you, and your father, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, walking in on the two of you doing it. (Part 2)

Read Part 1 here!

“You can’t do this to me.” you growled, crossing your arms over your chest and fighting the tears. You didn’t know what to feel in the first place anger at how irrational your father was or pure pain at being held away from the man you loved?

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Jeffrey said with a tight smile as he put on his coat.

“I’m not a freaking teen for you to ground, dad!” you exclaimed, walking after him “I’m 24 freaking years old, you can’t just do this to me! So what if I don’t stay in my room, are you gonna lock me in the house too?”

“Exactly.” he said with a glare “If you can’t see your mistake it is my job, as your father, to take matters into my own hands!”

“You can’t control my life, you know that right?!” you shouted as he went on with his routine, jaw firmly set “I’m not a little girl anymore! You are my father, yes, and your opinion will always matter the most to me but you can’t just boss me around because you don’t like my decisions! Especially when it comes to my love life, dad!”

“Love life.” he muttered with venom before laughing bitterly “Love life. Your love life includes a man almost double your age that is friends with your own father and would work with him!” he roared and you clenched your jaw, tears welling up in your eyes.

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I’VE GOT MY MOTHER’S EYES

BUT I DIDN’T INHERIT HER THRESHOLD FOR PAIN


To give and give and give

Yet still feel undeserving

To love so much more than you

Could hope for in return

To birth your third child

While my father reads the newspaper

How did you stomach it?

How do you still?


She says I must detach to self-preserve

She says A woman’s empathy is not a bottomless well

She says I must be more careful when speaking

She says I must always bleed discreetly


But where do I put it?

All of this rage

that I’m expected to stifle?


She says

Why do you insist on asking these questions?

When you know I’ve got no answers that soothe?

Mothers do not console their crying daughters by telling hopeless truths


She says

No bandage will cover the entire surface area of this wound

You must learn to pretend it isn’t needed

Harry Hart being possessive of you would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Harry 😏 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him going out of his way to sit right by your side at any time he can, even making sure that you’re seat at the table during meetings is the one next to his or at least across from him

-Him not shying away from asking you to stay at home for a particular mission, just not wanting you to be exposed to so many dangers

-Him having a habit of walking hand in hand with you or at least giving you his arm to hold and even doing so while undercover, forgetting completely about what your exact cover was

-Him forgetting himself and glaring at anyone who looks at you too much, even going as far as to question them on the spot as to what they’re looking at

-Him pulling you in to make out, leaving all sorts of hickeys, whenever you’re both in the car alone or finally hidden, just to remind you that he loves you but mostly that you’re his

-Him not letting anyone insult you, especially not when it comes from a foe and having no problem to take a few subtle jabs at them to make them understand that you’re not to be played with

-Him always figuring a way to make sure that you’re on mission with him or a close friend he trusts enough to keep you safe

-Him loving to give you his jacket or bathrobes whenever he sees how cold it had gotten, all while obviously showing off to anyone around that you’re his

-Him insisting you wear your matching ring to his, wanting everyone to realize how much you mean to him and of course to mistake you for being married

-Him simply admitting his insecurities whenever it comes to people flirting with you or just to see you seem so casual and happy around them, making you have to reassure him


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Livin The Dream

Summary: A slow day at work turns interesting when an unexpected customer needs some help, and the two of you hit it off right away.

Pairing: Soldier!Benny x Reader

Word Count: 1,700

Warnings: Language, flirting, fluff, mention of deployment, minor altercation with a drunk man

A/N: My new baby is here: Soldier Benny! This fic is a companion to @deanssweetheart23‘s fic Cross My Heart - you don’t have to read it to understand this story but I’d highly recommend it because it’s beautiful. Thank you twin for asking me to write it, and for helping me struggle through, well, everything. This part’s a bit on the short side, but the rest (five parts total) will be longer! Let me know what you guys think of my first ever Benny AU! 

(Images are not mine, found on pinterest)

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anonymous asked:

Headcanon Ayato may not like his brother in law but loves his nephew

Mod K:

I know that Ayato and Ken more or less are fine now, but I love the idea of Ayato still being petty towards him. Kazuki looks just like Ken, but he has Touka’s eyes and Ayato refuses to acknowledge that he looks anything like Ken. “The brat looks just like his mother,” he says, and Touka is rolling her eyes.

“I don’t think any of me got into that kid,” she says, amused.

Ayato shakes his head. “He looks just. Like. You. Anieki,” he insists.

Keeping Them Away

Since the Patterson case, Scully had learned to expect being called in the middle of the night even more frequently than usual. Every other night she would try to sooth her partner by telling him sweet stories through her phone. She knew when he would fall asleep -at last- when he wouldn’t ask her ‘and then, what happened?’ anymore.

When she came home that afternoon, she drew herself a bath. Then she turned on the TV and ate leftovers from the last take-out Mulder had brought with him when they reviewed a case two days ago. She watched a lame romantic comedy and brushed her teeth. A few minutes later she had slipped under the covers and began reading a magazine her mother had bought her. Scully turned off the bedside light at eleven and felt her eyelids drooping. She was about to go to sleep when the phone made her jump three feet in the air.

She struggled to regain her composure and answered the ringing phone.

‘Mulder? Is that you?’

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D&D Bird Alignments

Lawful good- Hummingbirds. Just look at them and tell me they aren’t blessed paladins of all things good. You can’t.

Neutral good- Finches and sparrows. Peepers. Harmless.

Chaotic good- Parrots? Some are nice birbs but the screetches and the bites..

Lawful neutral- Red winged blackbirds. Insect eater, pretty songs but will heck you up if you get too close to their babies.

True neutral- Pigeons. Bob ya head and coo.

Chaotic neutral- POOTOO

Lawful evil- Shrikes. Birds gotta eat.

Neutral evil- Starlings. Fuck you for killing baby birds.

Chaotic evil- GEESE.

i dunno whats up with this narrative bronies are trying to push where they keep insisting that they were “never actually that bad” 

yes you were. yes you fucking were. five years ago i couldn’t go a single day without seeing mlp content shoved in my face. no matter where i went or who i unfollowed, it made its way to my computer screen every single day. i would consider it a lucky day if the content was SFW. it often was not. 

cropped porn avatars. MLP dolls modded to have fleshlights in them. little girls attending “brony cons” only to be met with grown men discussing the asses of MLP characters. screencaps of the show highlighting the horses asses with the captions “THEY KNOW WE’RE CLOPPING AND THEY LIKE IT” 

i remember it all. we all remember. you can insist that you were never “that bad” but we all remember. 

there will never be “the new bronies.” people can get stabbed over mcdonalds sauce. steven universe fans can send death threats over fanart being too skinny. voltron fans can harass each other for bad headcanons. at least i can avoid seeing it if i want to. i could never avoid bronies, they were far too pervasive. far too enthusiastic. they were ever-present, inescapable, and they were always horny. horny for child cartoon horses.

there was a time when you couldn’t google a mlp character’s name without getting porn, even with the strictest safesearch on. it’s different now, thank god, but there was that time. that time a bunch of horny grown men stole something away from children and turned it in to something that children simply could not have. 

i’m not going to forget that. i wish i could, but i can’t. and i won’t. i will never forgive bronies for making me know what “clopping” is. don’t @ me, motherfucker. 

If You insist// Brett Talbot

Relationship: Brett x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, LOTS OF SMUT, Daddy Kink, Oral (Male), Teasing, Swearing, Orgasm Denial, Biting, Spanking, and a Bunch More.

Prompts: “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” “Bite me!” “If you insist.”

Originally posted by bonniebird


Brett hasnt spoken to y/n in hours because h feels as if its his fault that you were attaked tonight. It was her first night seeing him completly wolf out and it was intoxicating, she wasn’t abdouly terrified because she knew what she has signed up for when getting involved with him and the oher suprnatural beings in Beacon Hills.

“Brett just fucking speak to me, im safe im fine. its been 3 fucking hours. you cant keep fucking ignoring me anmore i’ve fucking had it up to your long ass neck, now be a man and fucking speak to me.” Y/n yells out steam almost literally shooting out of her ears.

“You’re so fucking cute when you’re mad” Brett chuckles walking into your home simply unfazed by anything you had spoken to him.

They enter the house and Brett pulls his shirt off heading toward the couch and Y/n immediatly feeling the need to be touched and to touch Brett. He sits and places his hands by his thighs while sighing in releif that everyone is safe and so one is horribly injured.

She stood by the door, watching Brett take hi place on the couch practically not moving a muscle and the heat between her legs start to grow. She could still sense the darkness from him still linguring, which is why she probably make eyecontact, speak, or even touch her. She wasnt scared of the wolf inside of him, eah it was intimidating but not scary. There was no reason to be the slightst bit of scared, he disnt even grow fucking sideburns when he turned. He had taken endless care of her, saved her over and over again, and given her chance after chance even when she was afraid and didnt trust him. so why be scaared now?

Y/n knew if she hadn’t yelled at him for being overprotective and stormed out that today would have gone very differently.

She walked until he was standing next to a set of stairs, standing there she dared not to look away from him. he still didnt move. She journeyed into the living room standing dead ceter in his view of the TV than went to her knees so she was facing him eye to eye. He still didnt dare to move, instead he stared into her eyes as if she was looking through her like she wasn’t even there.

Biting down on her lip, she makes a dangerous move by reaching out and attempted to touch his torso.

Brett snatches her hand, holding it very tightly. “You definatly dont want to do that right now.” He warns almost inaudible.

She moves her other hand to try and grab ahold of his jeans but only to fail miserably.

“I am trying to be fucking nice to you right now, What the fuck is your problem?“He growls out placing her arms by her side ” Go. To. Bed.“

Looking up at him she noticed that his eyes where still glowing similar to what she had saw when the pack was fighting. But this glow felt more dangerous, more frightful which so happen to tun her on even more

You don’t scare me anymore.

Her eyes trailed down his bare chest. he had never let her touch him, expore his body, better yet even fuck him back! She knew it was because he couldn’t take it, too afraid that the darkness would come out and he’d rip her to pieces. She had just stopped trying to touch him all together knowing it would be pointless and being afraid herself to meet the darkness.

She shifted herself closer to him careful not to touch him.

“Please, Brett. Let me touch you.”

Brett gave her one last stern warning, “Touch me and there will be no running until i am completly done with you.”

Y/n licked her lip in anticipation, her hands reached out again, She had done it. She had touched him and there is no turning back.

He’s so fucking perfect it hurts.

Leaning down, her lpis lightly kissed over his skin. She gazed up at him through her long thick lashes, once he left a hickey on his chest she noticed tat he didnt move or even give the slight hint that of desire she decided to move lower. She kissed and lickd on his abs, moving her hand down t the botton of his jeans and slow began to unbutton them.

Brett kept his hands to his thighs, not moving his eyes off her as she slowly unipped his pants. once his hard cock sprung free she could finally see what he was feeling.

Lightly grabbing his dick, she almost expected him to move. When he didn’t a wave of wating to pleasure him shot through her like fire.

She began to stroke him up and down, her tongue licking the tip before she swirled it around the head of his dick. Taking it slowly in her mouth, she begn to soflty suck. That was when she could hear his low growl in response. She started to take more and moreof him, wanting to please him. The sounds he howled out only made her want to do more.

He still hadn’t moved. It took for her to pull complely out, blow cold air on his tip and shove himm completly back in for him to move.

Finally, Brett took his hands to her hair, causing her to smile, she began to bob her head up and down faster. As she began he pulled her hair tighter, tarting to fuck her mouth.

Y/n was stunned at first yet found it erotic as he moved in and out of her mouth. She relaxed her throat, letting him slip deeper, which only made him fuck her faster. As he let up for air, lightning hot through her body. Staring at him she began to lose control. That was the only start, And she burnedd in anticipation.

She eagerly took him back into her moth as he started to fuck it again. She felt his cock throbbing for release, and didn’t expect it when he pulled out of her mouth.

“Take off your clothes then get down on the floor on your hand and knees.” he told her harshly, yaking her hair before letting go.

Her reath was heavy as her chest fell up and down whilw he removed her cothes as quickly as she could. The heat and need between her legs was almost painful by the time she made it to the ground. Y/n faced away from him, doing as he asked by going to her hands and knees. Please, Hurry. She felt as if she was going to explode aiting for him to finally touch her.

She could feel him move behind her and when he went to his knees, it made it all the more torturouus.

Brett grabs her ass “ I have waited so fucking long to fuck you like this.” His hand ran up her back and pushed her head to the ground.

“Bite me.” She calls back with her ass sticking straight up.

“If you insist, DO no hold back your screams or moans anymore. i want to fucking hear you scream for me” he pressed his thick cock against her opening “ Do you understand?”

“Yes!” Y/n screamed out, without feeling any physical stiulation she felt as if she could orgasm right then and there.

“Good girl.” He cooed as his hand roughly slapped downn her ass.

“Fuck me. please!” She moaned, the words slip hou as he wiggles her hips hoping his dick would slip in.

His telling her ‘good girl’ drove her inane! He hadnt called her that in what feel like forever.

He gripped her hips, stilling her. “ If you ever run from me, risk your life, or do anything remotley stupid again, this strong feelng you have of me wantin to fuck you will be your punishment.”

Y/n screams out in pleasure as he slides his dick into her fast and har. “Do it again, and next time my dick will not slide into that tight, little pussy of yours. Do you understand?” Brett kept still and ddn’t move the slightst bit inside her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I-I-I understand.” She practically crys out.

“Good girl.”

His message was loud and clear, and exteremly tortorus as it is. That he stops and leaves.

“What the fucking shit Brett.” She calls out

“You have been through alot today, goodnight.” He calls Shutting the lights off

Fucking hell he just likes to leave a girl high and dry.

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The Essential Yuzuru Hanyu: A Playlist

1.   FS Hope and Legacy || World Championships 2017
2.   SP Let’s Go Crazy || Grand Prix Final 2016
3.   EX Notte Stellata (The Swan) || NHK Trophy 2016
4.   EX Requiem of Heaven and Earth || World Championships 2016
5.   SP Ballade No.1 in G Minor || Grand Prix Final 2015
6.   FS Seimei || NHK Trophy 2015
7.   FS Phantom of the Opera || World Team Trophy 2015
8.   SP Parisienne Walkways || Olympic Winter Games 2014
9.   FS Romeo + Juliet || World Championships 2012
10. SP Étude in D-sharp Minor || Cup of China 2011

headcanon: andrew hates bugs

+ like loathes them
+ specifically centipedes and spiders because “nothing should have that many legs”
+ every time he sees a bug in his home he flinches, backs away, and tells it to fuck off for good measure
+ and then continues to COMPLETELY ignore the spot of the house it’s in until he’s sure it’s bound to be gone
+ once he didn’t go near the toaster in the corner of the kitchen for eight straight days because there was a spider living there and he refused to ask neil to kill it
+ the only reason he ended up going back is because neil finally decided to check out what was wrong
+ found the spider and smashed it with a shoe
+ which he had to physically show to andrew
+ who kept insisting the spider had nothing to do with it
+ neil knows better than to ask about it
+ the same cannot be said for nicky, defender of all bugs who also squeals every time he sees them
+ one day he asks andrew about the thing with the bugs even though kevin and neil both shot him looks that clearly said “don’t ask”
+ of course nicky asks
+ andrew just ignores him at first and pointedly directs his attention to kevin to call him stupid for something
+ and nicky’s like, “they’re not doing anything wrong andrew they’re just bugs”
+ “first of all, they are unwelcome guests in my home, just like yourself”
+ “second, legs.”
+ nicky and kevin leave not too long after because now andrew is in an even more sour mood and neil isn’t even /trying/ to help
+ later neil asks andrew about it
+ because he’s curious and also he finds it kind of endearing
+ (because scary andrew is afraid of BUGS and that boy is nothing if not a collection of endless surprises neil aches to understand)
+ he expects andrew to brush off the topic or ignore him
+ he doesn’t
+ instead andrew has this expression that can be explained as nothing other than “disgruntled”
+ “the legs”
+ hes practically grinding his teeth when he says it, like it’s something personally offensive
+ “nothing can get away with having that many legs /and/ breaking and entering.”
+ “one is a personal attack on me and my person and my home. the other is a felony”
+ neil CANNOT stop smiling
+ he kills every bug in the house without question after that

Something that may come as surprising to folks whose needs and comfort levels are already catered to by the world around them, is that “coping” is exhausting. 

There are a great many people who are perfectly capable of adjusting to certain situations, be it a matter of social interaction, or physical disability, medical conditions, or whatever the case may be. Through trial and error we have discovered tricks and methods that allow us to function in a society that wasn’t created with us in mind, and we’re very good at making it look like we’re getting along just fine. 

But it’s tiring. Always, constantly having to be vigilant and on-guard while everyone around us takes everything in stride, and then no one understands why, at the end of the day, we shut down. Because we were able to “get by” throughout the day, suddenly our unwillingness or inability to cope is no longer valid. 

It’s like carrying a 20 pound weight all fucking day long. Just because you can doesn’t mean you don’t need or deserve a break. And then when you finally put the weight down, everyone around you scolds you and chastises you, accuses you of being lazy, insists that you’re just “faking because it’s convenient.” 

This is why it’s so fucking unbearable living in a home where everyone chooses to disregard your limits and your comfort levels. Family members will say, “I’m not going to cater to your needs, because the ~real world~ won’t cater to you and you need to get used to that.” 

Consider: People who struggle and cope through everyday life are already painfully aware that the “real world” doesn’t give a fuck about us. This is why we develop coping strategies that allow us to function. This is why when we finally come home, when we are FINALLY through with the “real world” for the day, we just want some goddamn compassion. We just want the people we live with to place value on our needs, comfort levels, and limitations. We want the people who say they love us to demonstrate that love through doing whatever small thing they can do to ensure that when we’re in the comfort of our own homes, we can actually be comfortable instead of having to continue carrying around that weight that we’ve been forced to hold up all. day. long. 

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Favourite characters: Summer Smith (Rick and Morty)

You don’t love people in hopes of a reward, dad. You love them unconditionally.

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This in 12x16 felt like another solid character moment, to me; not just the fact that Dean left, but that Sam stayed. I think it’s the same difference in attitude that prompts Dean to squash down and deny the things that worry him (or, the flipside of the same coin, to accept them with fatalistic helplessness) whereas Sam will stare steely-eyed and insistent into the face of his problems. (Of course, that can certainly be problematic too.)

In this month of pride, let me give a shoutout to all my LGBTQIA+ people who have changed how they identify over the years. To the people still trying to figure out their identity, even if they thought they found one that fit.

You’re no less part of the community if you first identified as a lesbian, but now ID as a straight trans man. You’re not any less if you first identified as bi, but now consider yourself gay. You’re not any less if you identified as a binary trans person but now have a nonbinary identity.

Don’t let anyone convince you that you had to have known you were a certain way since you were a child to be valid. Don’t let anyone convince you that because your label could change in the future, you aren’t welcome. Don’t let anyone convince you that you must identify a certain way.

We’re all growing and learning about ourselves and maybe what fits today won’t fit a decade from now, but that’s okay. You’re not a bad person for not immediately having perfect knowledge of yourself. You’re not a fake because your identity has changed.