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Love The Way You Lie (Jon Moxley imagine)

The reader becomes friends with benefits with Jon Moxley, she wasn’t expecting to fall in love with him. But her plans go sideways and things change between the two. Heavily inspired by Love the Way You Lie Part 2 by Rihanna. Pretty sure I’m gonna write a part two to this, so just let me know if I should please.

Warnings: a rollercoaster of emotions, you might end up crying, smut, ANGST, SO MUCH ANGST, fluff, cursing, an abusive relationship, there’s definitely a toxic relationship in here, if you think you’re going to be triggered,please don’t read this,smol beans. 

Word Count : 4,188 shameless words 

Tag List: @flawlassglamazon @neeadinghugs (Tell me if you want to be tagged in my fics!)

When I became friends with benefits with Jon Moxley, I told myself there’d be no way in hell that I would fall in love with him. I had no idea how wrong I would be. Here’s how it all begun. When I became friends with benefits with Jon Moxley, I promised both myself and Sami Callihan that I would not fall for him. I had no idea how wrong I would be. Here’s how it all begun. 

Sami Callihan was the one who introduced us. He was a close friend of mine that I had met a few years ago at a bar where we was both drowning our life problems in whiskey and he chatted me up, thinking he could get a one night stand out of me. But he didn’t and we just talked, laughed, and got drunk off our asses. I’ll never forget how I met Mox though. It was right after one of his matches with Drake Younger and he was soaked in blood, with his collar in hand.

Sami turned to me while we was waiting for his best friend to arrive from the ring then warned, “He ain’t like ever other guy here, babe. He’ll fuck you up and over without a second of regret, ight?” I scoffed and patted his cheek then declared, ”Sami, I deal with your stupid ass on a regular basis, so I think I can handle your unhinged friend.”

“I’m serious, (Y/N). He’s not someone to fuck around with.” I sighed and placed my hands on my hips then retorted, “Neither are you but here I am, where I’ve been for the last two years. I can handle it.”

He sighed and shook his head then muttered, “Don’t come crawling back to me whining and crying if you do get hurt.” I huffed then shuffled back a bit when I saw that Mox was coming through the curtain.

Sami clasped him on the back with a grin then stated, ”Damn good match out there, Mox. Bloody though.”

“ A’ways is.” Mox mumbled back, heading towards the shower, completely ignoring me. Callihan shot me a smirk then held up a finger then hollered, ”Mox, get ya scrawny ass back here right quick. Got someone I want ya to meet.” 

“Don’t want no ring rat,Callihan.”Mox snapped, whipping around to level his best friend with his sky blue eyes and I jumped slightly at the wildness of his irises then felt my anger rise in my chest. 

“I ain’t no ring rat, you dick. I’m (Y/N) motherfucking (Y/L/N). “ I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. Mox smiled at me, but it was far from a kind one. it was full of menace. He stalked towards me and I thought that I would be able to hold my ground, only for me to back up as he grew closer then yelped as I found out that I was cornered. He tilted my head up to look him in the eyes before I snapped, “Get the actual fuck away from me before I castrate you.”

“Someone’s got an attitude. Bet I could fix that for ya, darlin’.” he chuckled before shoving me away from him like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe.

“Huh, guess ya was right. He ain’t nothing but a lil bitch.” I spat, brushing my clothes off. I knew it would catch his attention,  especially since he was a man, and men never walked away when being called a little bitch. He whipped around then snapped, “You don’t know shit about me, doll, and if I have it my way, you never will.”

“C’mon, Mox, chill out. She’s just messin’ wit ya head.” Callihan pointed as he lounged against the wall, eyes closed. Moxley backed away then drug his index finger down my neck to my collarbone, causing me to shiver. He chuckled and leaned closer then purred, “You smell like fuckin’ heaven, darlin’. Maybe if you didn have that attitude, I might reconsider taking ya against this wall.”

“In your fucking dreams, bitch.” I snapped in return, shoving him away. He chuckled, brushing his hair away from his face, then walked away, leaving me breathless and my panties soaked. Sami turned to me, looking very amused at the scene that just took place in front of him, then asked, “Would ya kill me if I said I told ya so?”

“Actually, I think I would at this point. Now can your facehole, Callihan, and let’s go.” That was only when we first met though.  The thing that everyone enjoys hearing however, is how we ended up as fuck buddies. It was about a month after we first met and I was hanging out at a bar when some random dude approached me.

“Damn, you’re fucking sexy.” the scumbag declared as I leaned against the bar with my back to him. He was beyond annoying and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. I had been also chatting with the bartender, who informed me of this, ”This prick is always here, harrassing the girls. Most of them have boyfriends, and he gets his ass smothered into my counter when the boyfriends see it.”

I groaned and hit my head against the counter then muttered, “Too bad I don’t have a boyfriend then . You see any guys willing to come kick this dude’s ass?” He scanned the room then replied to more under his breath than to me directly, ”I mean, I know this one guy.”

“Who?” I perked up when I realized that there was a chance that I wouldn’t have to break this fucker’s nose. He grimaced then scratched his head and grumbled, “Look over your right shoulder. You’ll see a guy with dirty blond hair and blue eyes with a white wife beater on. He’s a fucking psychotic ass motherfucker but he’s somewhat of a good guy. Just got a few screws loose.”

I turned away, still ignoring the idiot spitting all over my face, then begun my search for said “fucking psychotic ass motherfucker”, only to become very disappointed when I realized who he had described to me.

“Never fucking mind, I’ll do it myself.” I whipped around to face this guy only to find that he had been jerked off and away from the barstool by Jon Moxley himself. I growled and went to pull him away only to watch in fascination and slight horror as he rammed his fist into the douchebag’s gut and face, alternating between the two before he spat, “Get the fuck out of my face and don’t come near her again or I swear I’ll cut ya dick off and really make ya a real fucking pussy.”

The guy scampered off and Mox chuckled in a diabolical manner then turned to the bartender, ordering himself a bourbon on the rocks, before he grumbled, ”Why’d ya let ‘im hit on ya for so long? Thought you’d be one of those chicks that like breakin’ noses.” I scoffed then spat, “And I was gonna break his nose before you came over here and ruined my idea.”

“ ‘Scuse the fuck outta me then, Princess. I didn’t mean to ruin ya plans.” His apology sounded half assed and he seemed slightly drunk as well so I rolled my eyes then dipped back my drink before bidding the bartender goodbye.

What I didn’t realize was that Moxley was following me through the back alley as I weaved in and out of the streets, trying to avoid all the creeps and fuckheads that patrolled the lanes and shitty sidewalks, before he asked, ”What the fuck is up with ya? Ya hang out with guys like Callihan.”

I shot him a dirty look and replied, “Reason numero uno: At least Callihan has some sense in that horribly put together head of his. Please, he’s a decent guy.” He chuckled and began walking backwards to face me then I pointed out before he could get a word in, ”You’re gonna run into a wall or corner, or even a Dumpster if you don’t turn around and walk right.”

He rolled his eyes then raised his eyebrows as we turned again before he replied, ”Nah I won’t. I know these alleys like the back of my hand, darlin’. I know where I’m going. The question is, do ya?” I scoffed and answered, ”Yeah, it’s called my apartment. I’m going home and stripping down to my socks, before I take a steaming hot bath while watching Netflix. Where are you going anyways? Following me?”

“Ya got me, darlin’. I wanted to talk to ya for a while. I was a bit of a fucker when I first met ya.” I raised my left eyebrow then begun searching for my phone to check the time before I muttered, ”That’s a fucking understatement. Well, here’s my place.” We came to a stop and I noticed that he had busted his head open in the bar fight with that dickhead. I got lost in thought, taking in the realization that I had called that guy a lot of fucking names but then I remembered that I was a grown adult and I didn’t give a shit about how many cuss words came from my mouth.

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)? What’d he do, slip ya a roofie?” he cursed, waving his hand in front of my face. I swatted his hand away then started up the stairs to my apartment as I said, “He didn’t slip me a roofie, I’m just a little out of it. Ya might as well come inside and sober up before you go out and get into another fight over a girl not in distress.”

“Ya was in distress, whether ya want to admit it or not.” he grumbled as he joined me to sit on the couch. I frowned then exclaimed, ”I was not in fucking distress, alright!? Get the fuck over yourself, Mox, damn.” He chuckled, his eyes slightly closing, and his voice rose in rose from the last time he spoke, ”Jesus fucking Christ, Callihan was right. Ya do refuse to say thank you for any fucking thing to any fucking body.”

“I could’ve handled it, you fucker! But you decided to be Mister Knight in Motherfucking Shining Armor, didn’t you. Well, fuck you!” I screamed, slamming my fists against his chest. He wrapped his hands around my wrists then slammed me against the couch, pinning my hips with his knees before he crushed his lips to mine in a searing kiss. I gasped for air but didn’t move away from his kiss as we battled for the top spot.

“Fuckin’ give up an lemme see that pretty pink pussy.” he chuckled, fully on biting in varied spots on my neck. I snapped my teeth at him but didn’t argue, only said in reply, “As long as I get to see your dick.”

“Well, you got yourself a deal then, Kitten.” he replied as I shoved him backwards  and began stripping myself of my clothes, his eyes eating up the small show that I was putting on for him. When I finally reached my lingerie set and garter belt, his eyes darkened and his jaw dropped.

“Goddamn, no wonder Callihan wanted in your pants. You’re sexy as fuck. C’mere.” he ordered, beckoning me forward with his index finger after he pulled off his wife beater and unbuttoned his jeans. I smirked at him and turned in a slow circle before I stated, “If you want it, you have to come get it.”

He smirked and snatched me up by the wrist before claiming my throat with his free hand then warned, “I don’t run, sweetheart. Now, go lay down on the bed and don’t touch yourself.” I did as he said as soon as he let me go but didn’t heed his other warning. Instead, I pinched my nipples into stiff peaks and allowed my free hand to wonder down to my clit where I begun rubbing at a slow pace.

“Oh, so ya don’t fucking listen either. Great, this is going to be fun… for me at least.” he declared, wrapping his hand around his cock which I gaped at. He was long and thick and I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he was going to fit inside of me. He smirked and drug me to the edge of the bed then flipped me over, forcing me to move my hands. I whined at the loss then yelped as he spanked me.

“You bastard! Don’t spank me!” I snapped, attempting to struggle out of his hold. Instead of him letting me go, Moxley continued to spank my ass and eventually I gave into the pain then moaned louder than I ever had. Mox chuckled at the sound then said, ”I fucking knew that you would have a pain kink.”

“Jesus, if all you do is talk during sex, then get the fuck out so I can get myself off.” I gasped as he flipped me onto my back again then he sunk balls deep into my pussy, a small scream escaping my mouth when he begun pounding into me.

“Goddammit, Mox! Don’t fucking stop!” I begged, scratching along his shoulders. He smirked and sucked several hickeys into both the skin of my neck and collarbones before he declared simply, “Beg better and we’ll talk about you coming, darlin’.”

“Fuck, don’t stop, you feel so good, my God, Mox, God, your cock is so fucking deep! Let me come, please!” I screamed, pulling on his hair as he pressed his thumb to my clit and rubbed slow, rough circles, a contrast to his pace that he was pounding into me. He pulled away a little then declared, “Come then, my good little slut.” I cried out as he sunk his teeth into my shoulder then arched into him as I came, body quivering and trembling.

Mox’s pace never slowed and his eyes only grew more intense as he continued to fuck me into the mattress, the springs squeaking at the strain we was putting on it. He tightened his hands around my hips then growled, “My good little whore is still taking my dick like a good girl. I think I’m going to enjoy this. “

“Fucking come in me, you fucking psycho.” I gasped, pulling harder on his hair. His eyes darkened and he leaned closer then ordered, “Slap me.”

“Are you insane!?” I shouted, slamming my hands against his chest. Mox raised an eyebrow then replied, “Of fucking I am. Now fucking slap me.” I slumped slightly against the bed and he growled in annoyance then begun to shout, ”Goddammit-“

I hauled back and hit him across the face as hard as I could manage and he groaned, his entire body shuddering as he came inside of me.

Our first big fight was the thing that got our relationship rolling downhill. And a ring rat was the cause of it. I was waiting backstage for Mox and Callihan to return from the ring when I realized that I wasn’t alone. She was pretty, with dark hair and smoky makeup surrounding her bright blue eyes, but I was still a little irritated with the fact that she was waiting for one of my boys.

“So, you know Moxley and Callihan?” she asked, my teeth grinding together as I answered, ”Yeah, but that’s really none of your fucking business, now is it?”

“You don’t need to be a bitch about it.” she grumbled in return, crossing her arms over her chest. I rolled my eyes at her pettiness but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with it. I just wanted to see Moxley and go home. But when he and his best friend arrived from the ring, what set me off was when he completely ignored me and continued to chat with the girl. I raised my eyebrows, severely pissed and beyond annoyed now.

I cleared my throat to catch his attention but he only smirked at me over her shoulder then winked at her. I gritted my teeth and snapped, ”Can I fucking have a word with you?”

“No, he’s talking to me, whore.” she retorted, and I only smirked in return before I winded my fist through her pretty brown locks then slammed her head into the concrete wall and declared in the calmest voice I could muster up,”If you do not get the actual fuck away from me, I might even commit murder instead of just beating your ass like I originally planned? Got it,ring rat?”

“Yes!” she sobbed, squirming against my hold. I shoved her away from me then turned to face Mox who was glaring hard at me. I tilted my head a little at him then walked closer before I stated in a low voice, ”I believe I told you that I wanted a fucking word with you? Now, let’s go have a fucking talk.”

We walked up to his room where he whipped around and shouted, ”What the fuck was that about?!” I scoffed and asked, ”You can’t be fucking serious! We’re fuck buddies and you still talk to those fucking whores who just want their hands on your cock that I ride every night?”

“Oh please, the only reason why I’m not fucking those ring rats is because then you wouldn’t sleep with me!” he growled, rolling his eyes. I shook my head and started to walk out of the room but instead of him letting me walk away, he grabbed my wrist then forced me to look at him as he screamed, ”Don’t fucking walk away from me!”

“Fuck you!” I shouted in return, slapping him across the face. His blue eyes darkened and I knew that I had fucked up majorly. I struggled against his hold only for him to return the slap. I cried out and he allowed me to fall to the ground, my hand flying to my stinging cheek. He ran his hand through his hair then exclaimed, ”Damn it! I’m fucking sorry.”

I shook my head and climbed back to my feet then begun walking towards the door as he begged, ”Please don’t go! (Y/N)!” I turned slowly and declared, ”No, Mox, I can’t do this anymore.”

“Damn it, don’t fucking leave! I can fix this! I’m sorry.” I froze at the use of his last two words then asked softly, ”What did you say?” Jon tangled his hands through his curls then growled, ”I’m fucking sorry, okay? Just don’t fucking leave.”

“Why? What’s the fucking point? It’s not like this is going to last very long, Mox. Jesus, you’re probably sleeping with that bitch anyways.” My words just kept coming and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fucking shut up,”You’re no different than any other guy,Mox. You’re always going to trade me in for someone better than me,dammit!”

He again hit me and this time I was ready for it because as soon as he hit me, I returned it, this time never stopping with the abuse.

“You fucking prick! I hate you!” I screamed, continuing to punch and slap his chest. He never once backed away from me however and I couldn’t figure out why. I didn’t care at that moment though. I just wanted him to get away. I shoved him into the coffee table and it shattered in pieces under the pressure of his body and it seemed like he was on his feet again in a matter of seconds before he retaliated with another slap. I sobbed and curled into a ball on the couch, tears pouring down my cheeks, and I couldn’t seem to stop. He knelt beside me and laid his head on my knee and that’s how we stayed the rest of the night.

But that wasn’t the worst of it all. But I’m assuming you’re wondering when I realized when I was in love with Jon? In fact, it was the same morning following our first big fight.

  I woke up and realized that he was gone. I sighed and slouched against the couch before I walked over to the mirror that he had hanging on the wall. It wasn’t much but it showed me what damage had been done last night.

My cheek was bruised and I ran my index finger along the tender skin before I stifled a small cry then turned to see Jon walking into the room holding a small box. He gave me a small smile and set the box down on the couch before he murmured, ”A peace offerin’. A “I’m sorry, babe.” present.” I walked over to the so called peace offering and peered inside of the cardboard then gasped when I realized what was inside.

“Mox! They’re adorable!” I squealed, picking up the little grey kittens. He smiled sheepishly then informed me that he found the box just outside of the compound, just shy from being under the roofing and he didn’t want them to get sick from the rain.

Yeah, I know. That didn’t make up for what he did to me, and what I did to him but that’s when I realized that he cared for me and that’s when I realized that I was head over heels for him, even if it was bad for us. We had several more occasions like the first fight but they escalated from there on out.

But the final argument that we ever had was over something I never thought we would talk about: my true feelings for him. I had confided in Sami about it but it was one of my biggest life mistakes.

“When was you going to tell me?! I thought we agreed no catching fucking sappy ass feelings!” he screamed, bursting into my apartment door. I sighed and stood up then declared, ”I don’t want to talk about this.” He shoved me back then shouted, ”I don’t give a shit about what you want! I fucking told you no feelings.”

“I am so fucking sorry, it’s not like falling in love with your crazy ass was exactly on my list of mistakes to complete in my life!” I screamed, pushing him back. Instead of him screaming back at me immediately like I thought he would, he just pinned me to the back of the couch and roared in my face,”I fucking thought you could handle the no strings attached, fuck buddies thing. I guess I was fucking wrong! Stupid whore!”

I struggled to get my pinned arms free and when I did, I hit him as hard as I could manage in the face. That was one of his many pretty features and by the time I was through with him, I planned on having his body rearranged severely. That would teach him a lesson on toying with people’s hearts.

“Stop it, goddammit!” he snarled, reaching for my hands. But when he couldn’t succeed with that task, he instead grabbed me by the throat and I tensed entirely, in fear of what he might do to me. He leaned closer and I couldn’t help but look into his eyes. They were confused and hurt. But there was something else that I still,cannot, till this day, tell you what it looked like.

“Let me go, and we can end this right fucking now. All of it. You can walk away and go back to the way that we was before we met each other.” I choked out, staring deeply into his eyes. He shook his head then declared, ”I can’t let you do that.”

“Let me go,Jon, and walk away from me or accept the fact that I’ve fallen for you, despite you and I practically beating each other senseless. I only see two options here, Mox, and either way, it doesn’t look like it’s going to end well for either of us.”

“Don’t make me choose. You choose. You’re the one who fell in love with my crazy, ugly ass. Now choose.” I shook my head the best I could then muttered, ”You know which one I would choose and your ugly ass wouldn’t let it go through. So fucking get out of my apartment, Moxley. It’s clear that this fuck buddies thing, is fucking over. Get out. I don’t fucking want your mutt ass anymore.”

“(Y/N), please.” he begged, but still, he backed away from me. I shook my head and pointed wordlessly to the door after handing over his cat. We had decided that we would each keep one if we ever departed from one another.

“No more, Jon. I’m sorry.” I shut the door in his face and sunk against the wood then smiled faintly when Logan, my cat, curled into my lap and curled up in my lap for comfort. I scoffed and muttered, ”You fucking idiot, just add that to another mistake you’ve made in your miserable life.”

But little did I know, that wouldn’t be the last time I would come face to face with Jon Moxley. Or should I say, Dean Ambrose?

Shore Leave: Beyond

Summary: Jim x Reader x Leonard:  It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for the..best? If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

A/N: This is it guys. I don’t even know what to say, it’s been amazing and fun. Can’t believe this started as a simple imagine and just went from there. Thank you for sticking with me and I’m sad to see this one go. I hope you are all happy with the ending! Love you.

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merlin-neckerchief  asked:

Please can you do 17 with Derek. Your writing is amazing and you are such a inspirational person. Xx

You’re so sweet, thank you!!! Oh my gosh, what a lovely compliment…that is just one of the kindest things I’ve ever been told!

#17. “Ignore me, I didn’t see anything”


“Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygoooooooooosh,” I groaned, dancing around outside the bathroom door in a desperate attempt to not pee my pants. Pounding on the door once more, I only waited a few seconds before deciding ‘to hell with it’ and bursting in.

“Y/N!” Derek cried, sticking his head out from behind the shower curtain. 

“You’re taking forever and I’m gonna pee all over your hallway, I’ll only be a minute,” I replied, my voice full of urgency as I rushed to the toilet, fumbling with the button on my jeans before quickly shoving them down. Relief washed through me as I was finally able to empty my full bladder, sighing happily. 

It was then that I looked up to meet Derek’s annoyed glare.

“Dude!” I said, widening my eyes. “Can you please not look at me when I’m going to the bathroom?” 

“Ignore me, I didn’t see anything,” he grumbled, getting back to his shower. “You only burst in on my shower.” 

We fell into silence after that, each of us going about our own business, once I was finished, I put my pants back in place and turned on the faucet to wash my hands. The water in the shower went off at the same time, half of Derek’s body emerging as he searched for his towel.

I let my eyes wander in the mirror, smiling a bit at how he was poorly attempting to hold the bottom half of the shower curtain to maintain his privacy as he reached for the towel. Deciding to take pity on him, I dried my hands and turned to grab the fabric, handing it to him with a grin.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, stepping back behind the curtain. 

“No problem.” As I opened the door to leave, I paused, looking over my shoulder just as he stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist. “Der, you really didn’t see anything when I was…ya know?”

“No,” he shrugged. “You were moving so fast and my eyes were trying to stay on your face. Why?”

“Just curious. I can’t say the same, though,” I told him, smirking over my shoulder as I pulled the door shut behind me. There was just enough time for me to catch his face turning bright red before I headed down the hall laughing.

Shane Walsh X Sara Grimes
Setting: Season 1, episode 6 - At the CDC.
Word Count: 3.1k
Rating: E for explicit / Mature audiences only.
Notes: Because I loved Shane, everything he did was to survive. If he made it to season 7, everything he did for the group then would be reasonable now. (Except the whole Lori nonsense, tsk tsk Shane.)
Summary: Shane is drunk, he interrupts reader’s late night shower to help sober himself up, clearly needing a helping hand getting back to bed.
Song: Need You Now - Lady Antebellum

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Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Prompt:  Can you make me an imagine where stiles and I get in a fight and then he comes over screaming yelling how much he loves me and we end up having rough make up sex

A/N: Guys, I apologize (once again) for not being able to upload all of your imagines on time. I have MANY requests and so little time to do these, but there’s no way I’m going to let any imagine slip away. Plus, some of your asks don’t even reach my inbox. I ask you to be patient. Ly - Erisa


Stiles and I were arguing for about an hour. I saw him dancing with another girl at the club we were in. No, no. That’s not it. The girl was grinding on him and he had her really close to his body.

[ flashback ]

“Hey, Stiles. I think I see Allison and Scott. Do you mind if I go talk to them?” I yelled over the music, at my boyfriend. “Fine by me.” I nodded and walked away.

“So where is Stiles, really?” Allison asked me. “I left him at the bar but I don’t see him there anymore. Maybe he went to the bathroom.” Where is Stiles?

“Y/N I think I see him on the dance floor. Or maybe not. No, that’s another guy, silly me, haha- ha.” Scott laughed awkwardly which made me quite suspicious. “I’m going to the dance floor.” I told them and left. I heard Scott yell “No Y/N don’t-” but it was already too late. I saw my boyfriend with another girl, dancing. That wasn’t even the bad part. She had her ass up his dick, I could barely see Stiles’ knuckles turn white from gripping at her waist. “What the fuck is wrong with you Stiles?” I yelled so loud I started drawing attention to where we were. “What do you mean?” Stiles said, a very confused expression on his look. “We’re going home. Now.” He didn’t have time to reply because I was already dragging him outside.

[ end of flashback ]

“Why do you have to get jealous so easily?” Stiles yelled, once again. He was pacing back and forth in our living room with a furious expression on his face.

“Excuse me, mister, but how would you feel if I did that? Because I know you would’ve reacted way worse than I did. You should be glad I didn’t punch that bitch and we didn’t get kicked out of the club.”

“And you should be glad I haven’t cheated on you when I had so many chances with much sexier girls than you! Like tonight for example! You should be glad it even stayed there.” By the time he said that, tears were threatening to spill from my eyes but I held them back. He noticed that and came closer, lifted his arms slightly to cup my cheeks. “Y/N I’m sorry, babe, I really didn’t mean to-” I scooted away from his touch. “Save it. You meant every word you said, otherwise you wouldn’t tell me that. You know, I’m glad I saw you dance with her, or I would’ve never realized the fact that you don’t want me anymore. You are free to fuck anyone you want. In fact, you are free from our relationship.” 

When I was 5, I made a promise to myself. I would never cry for a boy. That day I broke my promise. As soon as I finished the sentence, I ran upstairs and locked myself to our shared bedroom. I collapsed on the bed, and cried on the pillow. I love Stiles to death but if he isn’t happy with our relationship, I won’t force him to it.

Three hours had passed and I was still crying. Words hurt more than actions. I got up, unlocked the door and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I took a look at myself in the mirror. I was a total mess. Mascara was on my cheeks, hair sticking out everywhere, my dress was wrinkled. That’s the effect he had on me. I unzipped my dress and let it fall. I unhooked my bra and slid down my panties, hopping in the shower. I let the hot water hit my skin, I let it relax me. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even realize Stiles had gotten in the bathroom until his clumsiness struck in. He knocked over a bottle of shampoo and cursed under his breath. I turned off the shower head and popped my head out of the shower to see what was going on out there. “I love you okay?” He said and I went back to showering. Ignoring him was the least I could do. Stiles got in the shower without me realizing it. He was facing my back and when he touched my shoulders, I screamed and turned around to see who scared me to death. Stiles took it as an opportunity to kiss me, pulling both of us under the hot water. 

At first, I didn’t kiss him back but the fact that he grabbed my bare ass made me moan in his mouth, which he took advantage of and slid his tongue inside my mouth. I couldn’t resist anymore and kissed him back hungrily. After a steamy make out session, I pulled back and ripped off his shirt. His jeans followed after leaving us both naked. Stiles lifted me up and took us to back to the bed. He threw me on it and quickly hovered over me. He attacked my neck with kisses and when he realized where my weak spot was, he sucked and bit on the skin making me groan uncontrollably. I was tugging on his hair and arched my back so he can have more space. His lips at where trailing kisses from my neck to my collarbone and back up to my lips.

We switched positions and I repeated his actions from before. Kissing, biting, sucking the soft skin of his neck and then lowering myself to his abs, sliding my tongue until I reached his V line. I looked up at him with innocent eyes. “Do you like this daddy?” I purred the last word. Stiles had a daddy kink and you could get him to do anything you want by just saying that word. “Yes, baby girl. Daddy likes his princess treating him.”

I kissed the tip of his dick, earning a loud moan from Stiles. I parted my lips an took his whole member on my mouth. I deep-throated him until I was unable to breathe. I bobbed my head back and forth, pleasuring him in ways I knew no other girl could.

“Y/N” Stiles moaned, warning me he was close. I repeated my actions and a few moments later he came on my mouth. I gladly swallowed all of his load and laid on my back again. “No, doggy style.” He ordered me and I obeyed. I loved the aggressive, dominant side of him. It turned me on more than anything. I got on my knees and placed my elbows on the bed. Stiles slammed into me really hard and pulled on my hair with his left hand, whilst his right hand was placed on the small of my back, steadying himself. “F-Faster.” was the only word I barely got out of my mouth. 

He did as I said and went faster. His deep thrusts brought me closer to climaxing. I felt that familiar knot in my stomach, my walls tightened around Stiles’ dick. “Stiles I-” “I know baby girl, I know. Hang on.” Stiles always knew how to pleasure me. “On the count of 3.” He thrust into me a few more times until I couldn’t hold it any longer. “STILES” I screamed for him to start counting, knowing any time sooner I would come. “1,2,3.” We both let go and came at the same time. He pulled out of me and lowered his head on my pussy. He licked my walls and thrust his tongue inside my vagina. What made me go nuts was that he added 3 fingers afterwards. He was pumping them really fast while licking my clit. Not too long after, I squirted while screaming out his name. At that point, I didn’t care about the neighbors hearing me, I only cared about the pleasure my body was given. Stiles kept pumping his fingers and curling them, making me squirt for the second time. He pulled out and re-lowered his head to lick me clean.

He kissed his way up to my lips and I switched us positions again. I climbed on top of him and placed his dick at my entrance. I backed my hips down, adjusting his size. I started riding him very fast. Moans and curses escaped both our mouths, they were the only sounds to be heard in the room. “Let go when I tell you.” I said to him while jumping up and down his huge dick, just the thought of it turning me on even more, if that was possible. Stiles, meanwhile, was playing with my boobs, drawing patterns around my nipples with his thumbs.

“Now.” I yelled at him, and we both came, yet again. I could feel his warm liquid being shot inside of me, sliding down my walls and back out of my vagina, mixed with my juices. Thank God I was on Pills. I collapsed on the bed next to Stiles, both panting. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” “After tonight, you are forgiven.” I chuckled and turn to him. “I love you, too, okay?”


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You entered the bunker as a completely disheveled mess due to the scorching heat outside. You went to get some pie for Dean and a few packs of juices for yourself.

“Guys I’m back! Dean, come get your pie yourself, I’m not going to specially give it to you” you sighed, wanting nothing more than to take a cold shower.

“Alright, alright I’m coming” came Dean’s voice from somewhere inside.

You placed the items at the counter in front of you. “Where’s my pie?” you heard Dean behind you, at the doorframe. “Here” you gestured towards the bags. Dean wasted no time in going towards his precious pie.

“Hey (Y/N)” you heard Sam say. “Hey” you turned around looking at him, you saw him smirk lightly and you could see the wheels turning in his head. “Why are you so flushed?” Sam asked crossing him arms and coming towards you.

Dean having a mouthful of pie looked at you and grinned.

“It’s because you’re thinking of Cas isn’t it?” Dean asked making chunks of pie fly all over the place.

“No, of course not! It’s just because of the heat” you spoke the truth, but this statement made more blood rush towards your already flushed cheek. you coughed, cursing your body, which betrayed you. “Really? Then why did you become more red at the mention of his name” Sam mischievously looked at you.

“Well, I…” sighing in exasperation you glared at Sam. “Damn you and your intelligence Sam” you looked at him defeated, making him laugh slightly. “Why don’t you just tell Cas? I’m sure the feelings are mutual.” Dean said swallowing his pie.

“Tell me what?” you heard a deep voice behind you making you yelp in surprise, he always shows up behind you. “Must you keep doing that Castiel?” you said in annoyance already having had enough of the Winchesters, while facing him. You ignored the snickering behind you and looked boldly into Castiel’s eyes knowing well, how scarlet you must have become. “Nothing, just get your feathery ass back up in heaven.”

The oblivious angel looked at you confused for a while but then flew away.

Closing your eyes in relief you turned towards the boys and glared warningly at them. “If you two don’t shut your mouths the next time, I am going to kill you” you pointed at them accusingly.

Dean raised his hands in surrender, “hey, not our fault you don’t tell him about the sweet dreams you have about him at night” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. If you could get any more flushed.

“Ugh! Dean! Get your mind out of the gutter” you strode towards him slapping his arm in the process and got out of there as soon as you could, practically running towards your washroom, ignoring the little laughter behind your back to get a shower and cool down your now so hot skin.


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Let Me Take Care Of You

You munched on potato chips as you slouched on your couch watching reruns of romance drama.

Yep, today was going to be a lazy day.

You had worked six days this week at your café job and business was hectic. On top of that you had to go to classes at your college. It was luck that granted you a break from both those things on this day, and you were going to live it up.

You munched on another potato chip as you watched the actors on the screen play a love scene. Just then you heard the jingle of keys as your apartment door opened indicating your boyfriend, Mark, was home.

You lazily turned your head and smiled as he strolled in dropping his keys on the table and dufflebag on the floor. He plopped himself next to you, swinging an arm around you and kissed your cheek.

“Hey babe” he said.

“Welcome home” you smiled to him then turned your attention back to the TV.

“I thought you had to work today?” he spoke as he helped himself to your bowl of chips.

“They gave me the day off since someone is covering my shift. How did basketball go with JB?”

“He beat me by three points, but you know I let him win.” He grinned plopping another chip into his mouth.

“Hmm, sure.” You said trying to concentrate on your show.

A few moments later Mark shifted closer to your body as you felt the warmth of his.

“Yah move over, you stink.” You grumbled.

Mark lifted his other arm and took a sniff of his armpit.

“You’re exaggerating, I don’t smell that bad.” He said as he got up in front of you.

“I’d beg to differ.” You countered trying to look past him at the screen.

“Well then I guess I should go take a shower.” He replied as he started lifting up his shirt.

“I guess you shou-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you gaped at his toned body as he lifted his shirt over his head. He cocked his head at you, amused by your obvious ogling.

“Like what you see?”

You shook your head out of trance and cleared your throat that had gone dry.

“Go take your shower show-off.”

He snickered and threw his shirt at your face as he walked away to the bathroom. When you heard the door close and the shower come on, you blushed profusely. You’ve seen his body before, but every time you do it’s an instant turn on. It was a good thing he worked out often and played sports with his friends. You scoffed to yourself. He just got finished playing basketball and here you were lazing on the couch.

“Eh, I’ll go work out another time.” You brushed off as you made yourself comfortable on your couch and continued your drama.

Minutes later as you were deep into the show, Mark came sauntering towards you in sweatpants and no shirt with his hair wet from the shower. You tried ignoring him but in the back of your mind you knew he was up to something.

He crawled towards you on the couch as you heard his soft breathing. He kissed your jawline sweetly, peppering you with kisses down to your neck. He latched on to a patch of skin and sucked gently while nibbling a little.

At this point you couldn’t hide the deep blush that covered your face and struggled to contain a moan.

Ignoring him wasn’t going to be easy.

His lips let go for his tongue to lick the small hickey he created. He kissed upwards to your lips, lingering there till he pulled back to smirk at your red face and slightly off breathing.

“Baby,” he whispered,

“Play with me”

You couldn’t deny the desire that was building up in your lower region, but damnit today was your lazy day! You were aching and sore from the previous days and you were going to get your much need rest.

You shook your head and gently pushed him away.

“Not right now Mark, I’m tired.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“From what? You haven’t done anything all day.”

You were a little taken back by his truth but still kept your serious face.

“So! I’m getting my rest from the days I’ve worked. Plus I have to go in tomorrow, so there.”

He nodded his head in understanding and smiled at you.

“You should have told me that, I can take care of you.”

You raised your eyebrow at him. “How?”

He smirked. “Lay down and turn over.” He said as he got up.

You were a little confused but complied anyway. You turned over on your stomach and looked up at him expectantly.

He climbed on top of you swinging each leg on either side but not putting his weight on you.

“What are you-”

“Just close your eyes and relax” he said.

You complied hesitantly closing your eyes and relaxing your muscles a little. You relaxed completely when you felt his hands go to work on you. From your shoulders to your back he massaged out your tense muscles. You sighed in content at his ministrations. You should’ve let him do this to you a long time ago. He slid down kneading at your lower back making you moan out. You could have sworn you reached cloud 9.

“Yes, right there,” you breathed out.

He put more pressure making you moan out in bliss. But you soon realized you wasn’t the only one enjoying themselves when you felt something poking your butt.

Never stopping his ministrations, he leaned his body over you and nibbled at the shell of your ear.

You didn’t bother stopping him.

You knew where this was going.

And you wanted it.  

His mouth moved downwards, going back to attacking your neck. You moaned out and lifted your ass up into his crotch. He groaned low in his throat as he pushed his crotch into you and pulled back momentarily.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he breathed out, “but I need you to take care of me.” He indicated to his member that needed much attention.

You turned your body around as you got up from the couch. You held your hand out to him which he quickly took as you pulled him up with you. You turned and walked towards the bedroom with him trailing behind. You guided him in while smirking as he saw the lust in your own eyes. You slowly closed the door behind you never taking your eyes off him.

“Let me take care of you then.”

YouTube Sensation Pt. 6.2 - The Morning After

Characters: Reader, Single!Jensen Ackles

Pairings: Reader x Single!Jensen

Warnings: smutty shower sex

Word Count: 1,200

Summary: The title speaks for  itself.

Things to know: Read YouTube Sensation Parts 1,  23, 45, and 6 to get caught up.

You’ll either love it or you’ll hate it because I’m not really moving the plot forward here. This just felt like the natural next step. SO without further ADO… I give you YouTube Sensation Pt. 6.2. - The Morning After

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You woke up with the sun shining brightly through the window. You squinted your eyes, trying to protect them from the blinding morning sun. You tried to orient yourself. You were not in your hotel room, that much you were certain of. Then as a pair of arms slipped around your waist, you were flooded with memories of the night before. You became aware of the body lying flush against your naked backside.

“Jensen,” you murmured as you wrapped your arms around his, gently rubbing them. He sighed contentedly from behind you as he leaned forward and kissed your neck sweetly. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said as he nuzzled into your neck. You leaned into his touch and sighed, not wanting this moment to end. 

You rolled over, your bare chest pressed firmly against his as you stared into his dark green eyes. He smiled at you sleepily as he slowly rolled on top of you, his lips meeting yours. His hand caressed your cheek as your tongues danced together as if they were made to.

You pulled away reluctantly, running your hand over Jensen’s bare muscled chest. You sat up and wrapped the sheet around you shyly as you swung your legs over the side of the bed and padded, barefoot, to the bathroom.

As you closed the door, you heard Jensen laugh. “The view is just as good even when your hiding in a sheet.” You smiled to yourself as you looked in the mirror. You looked like someone who had spent the night wrestling. You laughed at the thought. That was one way to express how you had spent last night. 

You reached over and turned on the shower. The sheet dropped to the floor as you stepped in. You looked around as the water cascaded over you and whistled. You could easily fit ten people in this, you thought to yourself. As the warm water flowed over your skin, you remembered the events of yesterday. You ran your hands through your hair as you reached for the hotel shampoo. You could have swore you heard the bathroom door creak open, but you ignored it. You turned your back to the shower door as you lathered your hair, enjoying the gentle massage of your fingers, eyes closed. A low moan escaped your throat and surprised you.

“Anything I can help with?” Jensen said with a laugh as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. You let out a surprised gasp at the feeling of him against your naked back. He was rock hard, and you couldn’t help but throw your head back against his shoulder and chuckle.You kissed his jaw as he lathered his hands and began to wash your body.

His skilled hands ran over your breasts, gently massaging each as you moaned against him. You were putty in his hands. As his hands explored your body, they found their way down to your wet core. As he captured your lips in a tender kiss, he palmed you and slowly rubbed circles around your clit drawing a gasp from you. 

“Jensen,” you moaned, arching your back, pushing against his touch and slowly grinding with his hand, desperate for more. As you rocked against his hand, he slid one finger inside you. You wrapped an arm around his neck for leverage as his other hand held you firmly against him. Your mouth fell open in a scream of pleasure when he slid a second finger inside you. He began pumping furiously as you begged him for more. He curled his fingers inside you and your orgasm washed over you with such a jolt that your knees buckled underneath you. Thankfully Jensen had a firm grip as he held you tight and helped you ride out the pleasure. You tried to pull his hand away because your legs were shaking uncontrollably, but this only encouraged him to wring out every ounce of pleasure. 

“I’ve got you,” he assured you.

“Oh - my - God, Jensen,” you laughed in between words unable to process the pleasure that he was bringing you. Finally when you had come down from the incredible high, Jensen whipped you around and kissed you fiercely. You wrapped your hand around his cock, desperate to repay the favor. You pumped vigorously for a few moments while Jensen’s tongue worked its magic. It didn’t take long before Jensen pulled your hand away from him and backed you against the shower wall. The shower was filled with steam, and you were breathing heavily as Jensen stared into your eyes. He lifted one leg and hooked it around his hip as you aligned him with you.

He slowly entered you, and you tossed your head back against the shower wall. He showered your neck with hot kisses as he slowly pulled out, only to slam back in with force. You wrapped your other leg around him firmly as you threw your arms around his neck. He continued to pound into you, pressing you roughly against the wall as he nibbled your nipples. You moaned in delight as his pace quickened. You could feel your walls tightening around him, and you knew you were close. 

Your walls gripping him tightly must have been enough to pull him over the edge because the next thing you knew, with one last punishing thrust he was shooting his hot seed inside you. This sent you into your second orgasm of the morning, and you pulled his chest flush against yours as he continued shaking through his orgasm. You rocked your hips against his, milking the feeling of ecstasy for everything it was worth. 

Finally, Jensen rested his head against your shoulder, breathing heavily. He kissed your shoulders as you slid your legs down his body to rest on the shower floor. Jensen pulled back to look at you. His eyes were bright as he smiled at you and bit his lip, his eyes darting down to yours. You captured his bottom lip between yours, drawing a sound of satisfaction from him. 

The two of you continued you shower, actually getting clean this time. There was something so natural about showering with him.You moved around each other with ease, bodies bumping comfortably and on purpose. There was plenty of room so that it wasn’t necessary for you touch. The both of you couldn’t help but touch each other. 

You rinsed the last of the shampoo from your hair as Jensen reached over and turned the shower off. He stretched his arm out and grabbed a towel for you first, then grabbing one for himself. You wrapped yourself in the towel and couldn’t help but stare at him as he wrapped his towel around his waist. He smiled at you when he realized you were staring and raised his eyebrows suggestively. He stepped out of the shower, and you followed. 

You weren’t sure where this was going, but you knew Jensen loved you. For today, that would be enough.

YouTube Sensation Pt. 7 - What Happens Now


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Now the memory’s on the wall.

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Originally posted by whoaeasytiger

Pairing: Supernatural!Reader x Dean. Supernatural!Reader x Charlie and Jess (friendship)

Word count: 2367

Part Nine in the Don’t you worry child series. Read Part one (Heaven has a plan for you), Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, and Part Eight.

Kashmir- Led Zeppelin   Lyrics used in BOLD.


One week later.

Y/n slowly started to wake from a dream and she fought as hard as she could to stay in that place but it slowly dissipated. She tried desperately to get back into that world where Dean was right next to her, touching her, murmuring in her ear, and all the things she only day dreamed of in reality but she couldn’t get it back.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Her hand found her pendant and she rubbed her thumb absently across it’s smooth surface. It was a soothing motion she had began doing as child but she found herself doing it a lot more recently.

After a few minutes, she traced the line of sunlight with her eyes and followed it down the wall. It was almost the end of summer and judging by the light in her room, early afternoon.

The time of year wasn’t very far off from the memories her sub conscious had pulled from to create the world she had just left. Even though the weather was different here than at Bobby’s, she could still feel the warmth of that day so long ago.

She closed her eyes and pictured Dean in the junk yard and brought all the pieces of the memory together. The way his eyes lit up when he saw her approaching. His long, lean frame had just started to fill out a bit and muscles began to bulge against his shirt sleeves. How she had thought that was the very reason he wasn’t trying to get new clothes.

His muscles flexed as she got closer and she laughed. “Trying to impress me, Winchester?”

“What? You mean this?” He lifted his arms and struck a ridiculous pose that showed off his arms expertly.

Y/n laughed as she wrapped her arms around him. “You’re such a show off. I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“What about this?” He started tickling her sides and she twisted and turned, trying to get out of his arms as she laughed uncontrollably.

“Stop!” She got out in between giggles and the tickling stopped. She felt the loss immediately and opened her eyes. He was gone. She called his name, “Dean?”

An explosion of glass just behind her made her jump and she spun around, throwing her hands up in a defensive stance. Her fists fell slowly as she stared at his face. “Dean?”

His eyes never left the impala and he didn’t seem to hear her. The gash on his forehead looked like it had been a nasty wound. He looked so much older from the last time she actually saw him at the junk yard but that only brought to mind the last time she had seen him like this.

She shoved the thought away and looked him over. His gray shirt was dirty and streaked with grease. His muscles strained against the fabric when he gripped the tire iron in his hands. It made her smile. Some things never change.

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I Guess I Don't Hate Her Yet

Takes place in a regular high school AU. Shiena x Otoya

This was a result of me basically free-writing with “Shiena hates bullies and Otoya is a giant bully” in mind, so I don’t think it came out as good as it could have.

Please go easy on me, this is actually the first yuri ship fic I’ve written, hehe…

Shiena Kenmochi was furious. She was furious at the Myojou Academy administration, and furious at her roommate. Although she stated in her applications that she despised bullies, the roommate that was assigned to her by the administration had, all within the span of an hour: broken her glasses, stolen her spare ones, and teased her about cutting her hair with scissors. It was a good thing she managed to find the spare pair of glasses for all of her spares that she kept for emergencies like this one.

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I lied. I wrote this in one sitting after all. Blame iamangstville for this one. Prompt was injured Felicity with angsty Oliver. This is that… Mostly. But also with fluff. It’s also 100% unbetaed. Ummmm here you go. Set in the ‘Stop the Presses’ universe and would fit as eight months later were it in the epilogue.


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She’s never having egg salad again. Ever.

Who cares that it used to be one of her favorites? At this point she’s pretty sure she’s never going to be able to even look at an egg again without heaving and running for the bathroom. The last day or so has been brutal, basically. She’s entirely too familiar with how badly she needs to clean the grout in between the tiles of their bathroom floor.

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anonymous asked:

john and sherlock + washing each other's hair? :)

Oh, anon, this ficlet started out cracky and got all luxurious and intimate, I hope you don’t mind. It also got a bit long, oops… thank you for the prompt! I even did research: Sherlock’s shampoo.

“Jesus,” John swore yet again, the smell of fetid water still clinging to his hair, despite the hot shower he had just taken. He thought he might pass out on the tube ride home; Greg had flat out refused to give them a ride in his police car.

Sherlock jumped into the shower the instant John stepped out, caring not at all that they were both naked, so desperate was he to wash the stench off himself. He pulled the curtain closed and threw on the showerhead.

“Burn all the clothes,” Sherlock ordered, voice only slightly muffled by the sound of streaming water.

That sounded like a brilliant idea. John wrapped a towel tightly around his waist and padded out into the kitchen to fetch a bin bag and gloves, returning to the bathroom to shove all their ruined clothing into the bag.

“Even your coat?” John hollered.

“I’ll buy another one.”

John nodded. Mycroft would be the one buying him another one, no doubt. Sherlock had lifted his brother’s credit card only the day before, not nearly long enough for Mycroft to miss it yet. John tied the bag up tightly and hauled it to the kitchen door.

He ran a hand through his hair and then cautiously smelled his fingers.

Good God.

Scanning the room, he found his laptop buried amid the junk atop the kitchen table, and, extracting it, he searched for “how to get horrible smell out of hair.”

Baking soda. Tomato juice. Milk of Magnesia? Really?

But John was desperate. He gathered the ingredients and made himself a sort of lumpy paste. Bowl in hand, he headed back to the bathroom.

Or, perhaps more accurately, the steam room, since Sherlock appeared to be trying to burn the smell off of himself via the hottest water he could summon. John left the door open and wiped at the mirror with a hand towel until he could see himself.

“What are you doing?” Sherlock asked, peeking his head around the shower curtain.

“Home remedy. My hair still smells like sewage.”

Sherlock darted forward, making a grab for the bowl in John’s hands. “Bring it here.”

“Oi!” He clutched it close to his belly. “Make your own tomato indigestion gruel!”

Sherlock frowned.  He reached over to turn off the water and then stepped, completely starkers, out of the shower. John frowned in return, averting his gaze–which was exactly what Sherlock needed to snatch the bowl from John’s hands.

He popped back into the shower, ignoring John’s protests, but if Sherlock thought a little nudity was going to keep John from getting his potion back from Sherlock, then he was no genius. Ripping back the curtain, John stepped right into the shower, his eyes murderous.

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Normally I’m not a fan of kid fics, but I read this thing recently which is changing my mind.

Idea: Typical arranged marriage AU with Thor and Loki, except Thor is an adult and Loki is maybe 5 (no underage sex! I feel the need to specify this here). So anyway, Loki leaves Jotunheim to come live with his new family and at first he’s really sad but he’s still this adorable blue child with cool horns who gets on Thor’s nerves by doing every wrong thing for attention and whatnot…

And of course Thor showers him with attention whenever he can, which isn’t much, because he’s preparing to take the throne within a century or so and is basically drowning in work.

To make matters worse he has a public image to keep so he can’t exactly go around in brothels and such, and so he’s sort of stuck. Loki shows up while he’s off working often and does this or that, like rearrange Thor’s important notes, spread ink all over Thor’s walls… The usual stuff.

Thor gets mad of course, but there’s only so much he can do against a kid, especially a cute, grumpy Loki who just wants to spend time with his husband (really more like big brother figure) Thor.

And then Loki learns to use magic even at such a young age… And he sneaks around Thor in secret and when someone is particularly snarky with Thor he plays a trick or two and hides so no one knows it’s him… Soon Thor finds that everyone who disagrees with him seems to have bad luck and he can’t quite seem to pinpoint what the cause is.

And then of course, Thor has to go to war, maybe a year later, and this makes Loki really angry! He’s tired of everyone he loves abandoning him, but what can he do?

Thor goes off to war for maybe a year and comes back when Loki is 8 and Loki has grown a lot because kids at that age change a lot. He’s more trouble than ever and likes to pretend he runs the court and not many people can deny him because he’s married to the crown prince and gets everything he wants. He’s also obsessed with his magic, he doesn’t even want to study other subjects and does it begrudgingly. He gets better and better and by the time Thor is back he’s already as good a spell caster as most who have been studying for decades, though he has magic it is unstable at times and not strong yet, just wide in abilities.

When Thor comes back Loki ignores him even when Thor showers him with gifts and such. But eventually Loki hears about Thor’s stories in battle and how cool he is and gets enamored all over again because who can resist Thor’s sunshine? It doesn’t help that Thor is still nice to Loki and Loki tries to be smart and talk about politics and stuff with Thor but Thor brushes it off because he doesn’t think he should be talking to his husband about those types of things and Loki is angry about being treated like a child.

Loki spends as much time with Thor as he possibly can and gradually forgives Thor for his year long absence. They become friends of a sort and Loki gets jealous when Thor spends time with his friends instead.

And so years pass, Loki is a hormonal teenager and Thor has to deal with it all. It doesn’t help that Loki’s moods connect to his magic so if he’s enraged he wrecks the place.

Thor starts to realize Loki is actually scary intelligent and strong. Worse yet is the day Loki gets his first crush and it’s not Thor! It’s someone his own age of course, and what is Thor supposed to do about that? Have a conversation about how they can’t have anyone else even if they want it? Well that’s unfair and Loki won’t have it.

Loki’s mischief had calmed down in his preteen years and early teenage ones, but after being denied his crush he becomes nearly unmanageable, creating lie on top of lie to get out of situations and into different ones, to get away from the palace and and to sneak off and do teenagey things. It’s like the boy who cried wolf, he lies about being sick and this and that and no one ever believes him anymore after a point, especially because he’s so convincing half the time…

Until the day he discovers something important and no one believes him and it just makes things worse. The rift between Loki and Thor is strong as Loki tries to run away and blames Thor for caging him etc.

And ugh I’m tired now but I had more ideas so I’ll add them in later. I just want a super duper slow burn plot filled thorki fic

Since you two are my victims for thorki plots at 3am even though it’s not 3am I’m tagging you, I hope you don’t mind @angrymadsygin @sexualthorientation

anonymous asked:

Protective yoongi over jimin au please :)

There’s obviously something wrong with Jimin; he’s quiet, he doesn’t eat, he didin’t sleep and practiced until Taehyung went and dragged him back to the dorm, where he ignored the shower and pretty much fainted on his bed.

Yoongi did the first thing that made sense; he checked twitter, and what he found almost made him throw his phone in the nearest wall.

The next morning, Jimin woke up with Yoongi moving a hand through his hair, gently whispering how he was already perfect, how he didn’t need to listen to the so called “fans”, how he looked as perfect as an angel, and all Jimin could do was hold onto the elder’s shirt and sob away, thanking the world for allowing him to have someone like Yoongi with him.

Give me a pairing, an AU, and I will write a three-sentence fic

Protected (Calum, Jake, Nebraska)

“hey! so I’m obsessed with Nebraska and calum. OBSESSED! I was wondering if you could do an imagine on a slightly touchy subject which is domestic violence. I obviously don’t want this one to include Jake because he is my cinnamon apple but maybe one where her boyfriend hits her and Calum just helps her though it and its cute then they kick his ass with Jake later.”

A/N: I know this is a touchy subject, and it’s one that I have personal relation to as well. I really hope I’m not offending anyone with this, and if I do I sincerely apologize. I’d like to just take a second and say that if you or anyone you know is a victim of domestic violence please tell someone. Even just one person knowing can make a world of difference in the life of a victim. I love you all xx

“Do you ever feel like you’re stuck in a nightmare and you can’t wake up? Like you’re screaming for help but nothing comes out? That’s what these past two weeks have felt like, Daddy. I wanted to tell you so many times, and I almost did. But I just never could get the words out.”

“You know there isn’t anything here that I would be mad about,” Calum whispered to his daughter. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“I thought I could handle it myself,” Nebraska dipped her head to look at her lap sadly. “I thought I had it all under control.”

Calum wanted to jump up and scream from the rooftops, “Does this look under control?!” But he didn’t, because he knew that wouldn’t change anything. That wouldn’t help the situation at all. So instead he smiled sadly and leaned over the rail of the hospital bed to kiss his daughter’s forehead. “It’s going to be okay,” he promised. “We’re going to make sure that everything is okay.”

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