make love to me with your beard

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i dont kno much abt lizards but i love ur banana gorl.. how can u tell if shes happy or content or not? how can u tell if theyre upset? what are the Lizard Emotions..

thank you!! basically you learn lizard Body Language! this way, you can tell when your lizard is stressed/upset or if they’re having a good time 

bad signs are things like hissing at you/gaping (stop that or I might bite), black bearding (although sometimes it’s a mating thing), turning up on their side and flattening out (very scared, trying to make self look bigger), tail flicking/whipping (I’m annoyed leave me alone)

over the time I’ve had poncho I’ve learned what areas she Does Not like being touched, like her lips. she hates it. she’ll shake her head like UEGH QUIT or scooch away from me. but usually it’s cause she has a messy face from blueberries and I’m trying to help.

she also hates her armpit being touched. she will Scrunch and wiggle like “wtf quit” so no armpit touching is permitted

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Chris is truly one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, to the point where sometimes I would look at him and it would kind of break my heart. He’s really vulnerable, and he’s really straightforward. He’s like primary colors. He has beautiful, big, strong emotions, and he’s really sure of them. It’s just wonderful to be around. His heart is probably golden-colored, if you could paint it. - Jenny Slate

Jealousy Takes Control

Imagine request from @vitalanidragonbane for:
Jon X Reader where he is jealous(possessive) when he sees Theon heavily flirting with you even though you keep trying to tell him you’re already Jon’s. So when Jon’s wolf-like traits surface, he pulls you away to your shared bedchambers where he shows you that you’re his and he’s hers and nobody else can have her and he might just have to kill the next guy that flirts with her. SMUT PLEASE!!

Jon Snow X Reader

A/N: Smutty smut smut smut. Had so much fun writing this :) With love, Kat

Words: 2018

Jon Snow. A bastard of the North. He was incredibly beautiful. He had dark, brooding eyes and thick curly hair to match. His full lips felt like heaven on yours and his strong, but gentle hands perfectly complimented his muscular frame. He was all yours and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jon had made you his months ago, claiming that you were his all along.

While you were walking through the halls of the castle, you heard the clacking of nails on the stone floor behind you and turned around to be met with Ghost’s large frame.
“Hey boy, you following me again?” you chuckled as you scratched behind his ear. The large wolf leaned into your touch and nuzzled his face into your neck. Ever since Jon made you his, if he wasn’t by your side, Ghost was. Even though some would find it overbearing, you found it comforting. No matter what, you were safe, and Ghost listened to whatever you said unless it was to leave you alone. He had strict orders from Jon to never leave your side if Jon wasn’t around.
“Come on, Ghost. Let’s go wash you up, your fur is a bit dirty” you said, leading the wolf up to yours and Jon’s shared bedchambers.

You undressed so that you were just in your underdress so you could wash Ghost without getting your dress wet or dirty. As the large wolf stepped into the tub, you grabbed the soap so you could scrub his fur and removed the dirt. He had turned from pure white to ash grey over the past month. After he was thoroughly cleaned, you reached to drain the tub and Ghost dipped his nose into the water, flicking it up quickly, successfully splashing water all over you.
“Ghost!” you gasped in disbelief and laughed, your underdress now soaked through and see through to the point of being able to see your breasts. He nudged your chin with his nose and you turned to the doorway, to see Jon leaning against it with a grin on his face.
“Your wolf is almost as insatiable as you are, Snow” you grinned, getting up from where you were sitting and allowing ghost to get out of the tub. You then moved to help Ghost dry off when you felt two muscular arms wrap around your waist and those perfect lips press against your neck.
“Ghost can dry himself, love” Jon whispered in your ear, “for now I have a bit of disappointing news for you.”
You frowned, “What’s going on, Jon?”
“I have to leave” he kissed your cheek, “for a little while” another kiss, “with Robb and my father” another kiss, “to handle some business in White Harbor” he said, planting a final kiss on your forehead.
“Jon, I don’t want you to leave” you practically whined, you hadn’t gone without Jon for more than a week and now he was leaving you for a few months.

But, just as quickly as you got upset, Jon turned you on almost as quickly.
“Love, you’re all wet. I think you need to get changed” he said, smirking and letting his voice drop into a low, seductive tone. He let his hands roam over the wet fabric, allowing his thumbs to tease your nipples through the thin underdress, eliciting a moan from you and causing you to arch your back. Jon let out a low growl and pinned you against the wall, you would be lying if you said his wolf-like traits didn’t get you soaking wet with desire. You loved it when he turned primal and being without him for so long was weighing heavily on your mind. You and Jon made love every night, sometimes several times throughout the day, and being without him for just a week nearly drove you mad. You weren’t sure your own hands could satisfy you for the months that he was going to be gone.
“Jon don’t tease me and leave me” you pouted, knowing he was going to have to go soon.
“Trust me, Y/N. I don’t know how I’m going to go that long with out being able to touch you” he said, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest, “or kiss you. By the gods the absence of your lips on mine is going to drive me mad and not waking up next to you is going to make every morning feel like Seven Hells.”

The next day, Jon left and you were stuck in Winterfell by your lonesome. Well, you weren’t totally alone but it felt like you were with Jon not around, thankfully you had Ghost by your side the whole time he was gone. You had gotten much closer to Theon, Sansa, and Arya in the time that the boys were off in White Harbor. However, Theon seemed to be getting too close to you, letting his touches linger for far too long.
“Y/N, I was thinking we could go for a ride today, get away from the castle for a bit” Theon said, letting his hand linger on the small of your back.
“Theon, I suggest you remove your hand from me before Ghost removes it for you” you gestured to the wolf who’s hair was standing on end, with his teeth bared and an angry growl coming from his throat.
“I hardly think I should be afraid of a measly wolf” Theon started and then trapped you between his body and the wall, “he’s only here to watch over you until Jon returns. For now, I want you.”
“Quit it, Greyjoy” you replied, clearly annoyed.
“Y/N, I’ve wanted you for a long time. I can show you how good you should feel. I can make you feel better than Snow ever could” he said, running one hand up your side and letting the other keep you trapped against the wall.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Theon?” you hear a voice rasp out, and you see Jon standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with rage. Theon backed away from you in fear.
“Jon!” you yelled, running to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You planted kisses to his face and neck while he stayed staring at Theon. Suddenly, he grabbed you forcefully by your chin and made you look up at him, the sensation bordering on pain.
“You. Are mine” he said, talking more so Theon would hear than telling you.
“I know” you smiled up at him. You could practically see the jealousy coursing through his veins and smell the anger radiating off of him.
“With me. Now.” Jon said as he dragged you off by your arm to your bedchambers.

The second the door was closed, Jon had you shoved up against it.
“Mine” he growled out as he pushed you harder into the door and marked your neck with bruises.
“Yes, Jon. All yours” you moaned out, letting yourself melt into his rough touches.
“What did he say to you?” he asked, walking you backwards towards the bed.
“H-he told me that.. He told me he could m-make me feel better than y-you c-could” you stuttered out, hesitant. You knew it would make Jon angry, but you had no idea just how angry.
“What? What the hell did he say?!” he was circling you now, like a predator circling prey. You were scared and massively turned on at the same time.
“He told me he could make me feel better than you could. But we both know that’s not true, baby” you said, almost pleading. He finally stopped circling and pushed his chest against yours, the backs of your knees hitting the bed.
“On the bed” he said, pointing to the lush furs that covered your shared bed.

Once you were laid down on the bed, he moved to untie your dress, his mouth following his fingers as he went. Once your dress was off, he hovered over you, taking in all of your features. He put his lips to your ear,
“I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll never even look at another man” he said as he let his fingers slide down your stomach and across your slick folds.
“Oh gods, you’re already so wet for me, love” he said, groaning at the feeling of your wetness.
“Only for you, Jon.”
Those words made him smile up at you as he kissed his way down your stomach and across your inner thigh. His beard tickling your skin as he went. He let his tongue sweep lazily across your folds and pushed two fingers into you, curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot. He kept curling his fingers and gently pumping them in and out, causing you to arch your back and thread your hands into his hair, pulling his face closer to you as he licked and sucked at your clit.
“I want you to finish on my tongue, love” Jon said as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. When he knew you were close because he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue, letting it explore you as he rubbed tight circles on your clit with his thumb. It didn’t take long before waves of pleasure were crashing over you, causing you to moan out his name at your high point.

Jon then removed the rest of his clothes and moved over top of you so he was resting on his forearms and he smiled and chuckled at you. In that moment you were happy you were laying down because of how wobbly in the knees his smile and laugh made you.
“I love you, Jon Snow”
“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N” he said as he positioned himself at your entrance and slid into you while he buried his face in your neck and let out an obscene moan. When he was buried to the hilt inside of you, you couldn’t help but beg for him.
“I need you, Jon. Please” you said, arching your back and moving your hips in an attempt to get more friction.
“I’m going to make you feel so good you’re going to forget your own name, love” and with that, he began thrusting into you, hard and fast. He was pounding into you with such force that you were sure you’d split in two, his fingers digging into your hips. You were sure there would be plenty of bruises and soreness tomorrow, but you knew that’s what Jon wanted. He wanted you marked, he wanted everyone to know you were his.

“I’m close, Jon” you moaned out as he continued to thrust into you.
“Me too, love” he said, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic.

Within moments, you were screaming each others’ names and he was spilling into you while you found your release all over his cock. He toppled down on you, not caring if his weight was too much and after a few moments of catching your breath, he pulled out of you and laid beside you, letting you rest your head on his chest.
“You know, Y/N” he said, lazily dancing his fingers across your back and shoulders, “I might just have to kill the next man that flirts with you.”
“Jon Snow, you’re insatiable and rabid with jealousy. You know I want nobody but you.”
“I can’t help but be jealous. I have the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros, I just don’t want anyone else to touch you.”
“Neither does Ghost apparently, I thought he was going to kill Theon a few times” you chuckled.
“A few times?” you saw rage flash in Jon’s eyes again.
“Relax, wolf. Ghost was protecting me” you smile up at him.

“I’m serious when I say I’ll kill the next man that flirts with you” he said, cuddling close to you.
“I know you are, Snow” you said, letting yourself drift into sleep. And before long the both of you were fully asleep, with Jon snoring lightly.

Dating Pietro Maximoff Would Involve:
  • Being called Sokovian nicknames 24/7
  • Him shirtless all the time
  • You only in your panties and one of his shirts all the time
  • The two of you trying to cook dinner but always ending up having sex on the counter
  • You often finding yourself on your shared bed with Pietro on top of you before you could even blink
  • Staying up all night chatting
  • Him doing everything he can to spoil the hell out of you
  • You giving him massages after his missions/trainings
  • Having movie nights that end up in the bedroom
  • Him never keeping his hands off you, even in public
  • Him kissing you in front of everyone to show them you are his
  • You always teasing him
  • Him always teasing you
  • You playing with his hair all the time
  • Him often tickling you because he loves hearing you laugh
  • Always giving each other hickies
  • You two fighting over silly things but always ending up having sex
  • Dancing together
  • You dancing for him
  • “I am not going to leave you.”
  • Getting drunk together
  • You becoming really close friends with Wanda
  • Waking up to find Pietro watching you, smiling
  • Him coming up behind you and pulling you into his arms, kissing your neck everytime you talk with a guy
  • Girls being all over him but him pushing them away, “Sorry ladies, I am already taken. I suggest you leave, she can bite.”
  • Having lazy days where the two of you just cuddle in the bed
  • Sharing earphones
  • Taking care of Clint’s kids together
  • Two of you pranking others
  • Him kissing your neck to make you talk to him when you give him the silent treatment
  • Him making sure you know you’re beautiful, he reminds you 10 times a day
  • Being everyone’s OTP
  • Lots of silly selfies
  • “But you love me.”
  •  Always making each other laugh
  • Lots of vacations
  • “That dress would look even better on the floor.”
  • Beard burn
  • Slow, passionate sex
  • Rough sex
  • Kinky sex
  • Him tying you up
  • You tying him up
  • More sex
  • Just wonderful sex in general
  • Lots of ripped clothes
  • Him making you scream his name and making sure everyone hears it
  • Dirty talk in Sokovian because he knows you love it
  • You wearing blue/silver lingerie for him
  • No one being able to dare laying a hand on you because they know he would kill them on the spot
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Pairing/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, The Avengers (mentioned)
Warnings: Swearing, drunk reader, fluff Summary: You and Bucky are best friends, the thing is, you’re in love with him. What happens when you’ve drank a little too much?
Word Count: 1.2k+
A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble lmao

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First Time

Bucky x Reader
WC 2191 (I know. I’m sorry)
Warnings Swearing, oral sex (f receiving), SMUT, dirty talk
AN This is based on this prompt: a bucky fic where he has sex with the reader for the first time and it’s clumsy and awkward but in a good way. I agree Nonnie, the first time is usually awkward and I hope I did this justice.


You were excited for your date with Bucky tonight. You had been dating for a while and you were taking things slow but you had decided that tonight was The Night. You were nervous with anticipation. It’s not that you two hadn’t fooled around you just hadn’t had actual sex yet and you wanted everything to go perfectly.

You took extra care getting ready that afternoon, starting with a soak in the tub, then a quick shower where you exfoliated and shaved, followed by a generous application of your favourite lotion. Wearing your towel, you were examining your clothes, trying to decide what to wear, when your phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey sweetheart, what are you doing?”

“Hey, Bucky! Just getting ready for our date.”

“Darlin’, it’s the afternoon. How long does it take for you to get ready?” he chuckled.

“Well,” you looked down at your towel and giggled, “Seeing how I’m only in a towel, I think I should get ready sooner than later.”

You could hear him swallow hard, “Ah, did I catch you out of the shower?”

You walked towards your bed and took a seat, crossing your legs, “I took a bath first, then a shower. I just can’t decide what to wear tonight. Maybe you can help me?”

“How can I help you?”

“Pink or black?”

“Excuse me?”

“Pink or black, Bucky. Choose one,” your voice lowered a bit.

“Ah, pink? What’s this for?”

You laughed, “I’m not sure which undergarments to wear. But pink it is.”

Bucky was silent on the other line and when he spoke, his voice was strangled, “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

You started getting dressed while you continued the conversation, “No no, I need you in tip top shape for tonight,” you giggled at him.

He laughed, “See you soon.”

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Pairing: Captain Boomerang (Digger Harkness) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^

Warnings: Smut and swears, rough sex

Rating: Explicit

A/N: I got two requests from anons and I thought they would be good together: “Anon: Captain boomerang having a tiny s/o who is very fiesty and won’t put up with his bullshit” and “Anon: Digger Harkness begging the reader for sex after him being away for longer than expected but she’s pouting, but finally gives in after him charming her” Also, don’t kill me, I can’t write accents 😂 so just ignore it. Also, this is literally the LAMEST title ever, I’m sorry. @speedypan wanted to be tagged!


You heard the front door open and then he was on you in seconds. He littered your neck in hot, sloppy kisses, his beard slightly scratching your neck. “I’ve missed ya so much love,” he purred in your ear. You punched him lightly in the stomach and pushed him off you. “What the hell was that for?” Digger asked, pouting. You stood up.

“Digger you were gone for over three months! You said that you would be gone for two weeks!” He shrugged his wide shoulders, the faded grey leather trench coat squeaking. Almost reluctantly, he smiled, his gold tooth glinting in the light from the ceiling fan light above him.

“The score was good.” He reached forward and pulled your hips to him. With a low groan, he pulled up your shirt to be above your hips and started kissing your hips. His hands slipped around and grabbed your ass. “I need ya. Now.” You pushed him off you, glaring at him.

“No Digger. You are getting no sex.” Digger mouthed wordlessly at you.

“W-what!? You can’t do that!” He yelled, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and pulling you hard enough that you fell into his lap.

“I can, and I will.” You got up and walked away. Digger got up and literally ran after you. He caught up, pulling roughly on your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

“Baby girl I have missed you.” You fought out of his arms.

“Yeah? Then spend time talking to me and stop trying to get me naked.” Digger groaned loudly. He let you go but sunk to his knees, rubbing his face against your stomach.

“Please baby girl,” he begged. You could not believe it. The ‘terrifying’ Captain Boomerang was literally on his knees, begging you for sex.

“No,” you say, disentangling yourself from him. “Stop begging.”

“Y/n! Please! I need ya. I miss ya and that body.”

“You have two hands,” you snap.

“But those aren’t the same!” He whines loudly, it almost sounded like he was going to cry. You looked down at him, shaking your head and laughing. There was an actual tear rolling down his cheek.

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I definitely want children. I definitely want a family. But you cannot put the cart before the horse. The family only works if it’s built off the extension of the love you feel for a person. If you all of a sudden want the kid more than you want the relationship, you may be on shaky ground.

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Summary: Frank wants to show that he loves everything about you.

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 1070

A/N: I got inspired by this photo, and I just had to get this little dream out of my system. [also ik the gif is Sam Rossi but Frank has a beard in this fic, so pls just go with it, thank you] hope you all enjoy! xx | masterlist

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SHINee reaction - Their girlfriend jumping into the shower with them

I hope you like it! None of the gifs are mine Sorry if none of the gifs fit the reaction

~ Brooklyn

Onew:

He’d be surprised at first but then I feel like he’d be really chill about it. Like honestly, if you had already had sex he probably wouldn’t care. He’d pull you closer into his arms and help you wash up. 

“Hey, jagiya, stressful day at work? Lemme help you”

I highly doubt that you would say no, so he’d massage your shoulders and neck under the hot water. Showers with Jinki are very calming and relaxing and sometimes leads to sex. Not always though.

OH MY GOD HE’S SO UGH I CANT WITH THIS GIF

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Jonghyun:

He’d be shocked, but then a smirk would form on his face. He’d help you wash your body, and your hair even though he’s not the very best at it. It’s very sensual and mostly turns into sexual stuff. He’d be very open about what he thinks of you and your body, which will make you shy af:

“Don’t hide jagiya, your too beautiful to hide”

Again, sensual to sexual really quick. First, it’s brushing your wet hair off your neck, next thing you know you’re having sex. Afterward, though he would make sure everything is okay, that your all clean, and he’d take care of you. Sitting on the couch relaxing as he does your hair into a braid.

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He’s also like Jjong when it is sensual. It’s not always sexual though. He’ll help you wash your body and hair while unwinding you from any stress you have. He’s very relaxed and will praise you for your body. But he won’t take anything if you tried to hide anything:

“Sweetheart, you think you can hide? Ha! I’ve seen every part of you more than once, I won’t mind seeing it one more time”

Also, like Jjong, he’d relax with you afterward. He’d grab out wine and you’d sit in bed together wearing bathrobes and just talk. It’s always very relaxing and he’s always up for anything that you need or want.

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Minho:

He’d be so awkward at first. Like I can see him being so flustered until you let him know that you’re okay with it if he is. He would be and after a little bit of getting used to you, he’d wash up with you. He’d wash your hair, running his hands through to untangle it as you let conditioner set in your hair. He’d stare at you in amazement like it was the first time he’s seeing you naked.

“Jagi your so beautiful”

You would blush every time he said something. Originally it would start out innocent and shy, but then it would escalate. Quickly. Like an exponential equation kind of quickly. He’d take care of you thoroughly and snuggle after your shower.

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Taemin:

Honestly, I feel like he’d just be as chill as Onew. Mostly because he seems like he won’t care if it’s someone he’s already had sex with, multiple times. It would sensual at times, and goofy and dorky at other times:

“Jagiya, important question. How is my bubble beard?”

“Lee Taemin I thought you were gonna kiss me”

It is full of love and fun, although it may not be as intense as some of the other members. It’d be very calming and it’ll get rid of all your stress fast and make you feel happy and bubbly inside. Afterward it’d be cuddles and anime with cookies.

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“Listen mate, she didn’t take the news well.” Remus said sternly, trying to make it clear that you indeed were not exactly as understanding as Sirius expected you to be. Sirius waved his hand, you would never stay mad at him, you never could. Remus shook his head, running a hand over his face as if he could read Sirius’s thought. “She’s different, now, Sirius. She’s not the same [y/n] that used to run around with us. She’s grown up.” 

Before Sirius could even come up with a clever rebuttal, the hall creaked. Both of them looking up to see you in the doorway. Your eyes were gleaming with pure anger with a sliver of relief. You had never truly believed Sirius had done those things that everyone had claimed he had done. But, Merlin’s Beard, you wanted to punch him in his face. 

You flinched as he scooted back, his chair scraping loudly against the old wooden floorboards. He moved slowly around the table and towards you, being cautious. Even after all this time, he could still read you. Closing your eyes, you let him embrace you. Squeezing him tight, you could feel tears build up in your eyes. 

“If I hadn’t missed you so much, Pads. I wouldn’t think twice hexing you into oblivion.” 

“I know, love.” Kissing your forehead, he held you tight. “Let me make it up to you.” Pulling apart, he lifted your chin, his fingers running against your cheek, wiping a tear that had fallen. “Spend the rest of my life making it up to you, yeah?”

Make Her A Stark~Part 3 - Robb Stark x Reader

As part of a request from a friend I am making this a longer series - I do hope you guys are still enjoying this :) 

Part 1     Part 2


“Never, my darling. Never.”

He remained by your side that whole night and then every night after that, holding you against him to keep you warm and safe and there was nowhere else in the world he would rather be. You had been in and out of consciousness for the next few days and yet Robb would still talk to you and stay with you no matter how often he was told to leave you by his parents and Jon. Robb still wasn’t quite sure whether you had heard what he said all them nights ago when he made his biggest confession and he couldn’t decide whether he had wanted you to or not.

If you had you may not feel the same, you would run back to your home leaving him alone again heading slowly towards an arranged marriage with no love and a heart longing for you.

You had been sat alone longing to go outside and stop proving to be an inconvenience or the Stark family for a long while when your door opened at lat with Robb on the other side, “Lady (y/n), I’m sorry I didn’t realise you were up.” He blushed a little but still smiled at you, closing your door while carrying a large fur,

“Why, would you prefer to see me asleep, Lord Stark?” you joked making him blush more,

“I, I just did not want to disturb you.” His little stutter was cute and made you smile, “I had these made for you, the furs are thicker and warmer than any other. I thought you should need them as the nurses say you may leave soon.” You bushed as he played the furs on your bed’s edge allowing you to run your hand through it,

“You had these made?” you looked up at him in awe yet he was already looking at you almost adoringly,

“Of course, I cannot have you getting so sick again, I could not risk that.” The two of you had never discussed the way Robb had woken up next to you so many times recently, or how often he would sit with you when he thought you were sleeping, “I shall leave you to get some rest, my lady.” Robb seemed to panic for a moment on the first address of the way he had looked after you so intently. Robb turned to leave, almost stepping through the door when you interrupted his movements,

“I heard you, Robb.” He looked at you quickly, stoping completely but didn’t say anything, “I heard your confession. You asked me not to let go, to stay for you and I did but only for you.” Robb closed he door again and finally turned to look at you fully, “I felt your hand running through my hair and that one tear.” As you spoke Robb came back to your bed sitting on the far side and looking away, “Why did you cry, my lord?”

He finally looked you in the eyes, “because I was scared”

“You? Lord Stark, the young wolf was scared?” you mocked but in a joking tone and your voice was sweet and quiet,

“I was terrified.”

“Of what, Robb” your first use of his first name so tenderly made him scoot closer to you taking your hand in his larger one,

“Of losing the only woman I adore with all my heart.” With them words and him looking into your (e/c) eyes with so much love you leant forward to him and closed the too big of a gap. His lips were soft and gentle yet contrasted the tickle caused by his beard and moustache - not that you cared. Ever since that night, all you could think about was his words and his promise to make you a Stark.

“Did you mean it?” you asked timidly, “about me joining your family?”

“Of course I did, my love. You have never been treated well by your family and it is wrong.” His hand left yours and rested on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your slightly red lips, “As much as I dislike your father I would be willing to walk across Westeros to him just to ask him for your hand and take you as my own. To take you away from his and your brother’s overbearing arrogance.” You smiled again at his words, this time a tear falling from your eye with the sheer joy of feeling truly loved for the first time since your mother died.

“Thank you. Thank you so, so much.” You buried your head into his shoulder as he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist properly for the first time since your illness and burying his face in your hair before moving you to wipe the few tears away from your cheeks.

“There is no need to thank me, (y/n). I love you and that is simple, any man as madly intoxicated by love as I am would do that for a woman as beautiful as yourself.” Once again you connected your lips to his this time running your hand through his curls and leaving your fingers entwined in them as you  pulled away only slightly,

“The moment I met you my life became extraordinary. You’re the last person I want to see when I close my eyes at night and to be the first thing I see when I wake up every day. The past days where that became a reality were the happiest days I have ever had and I do believe that I love you” Your bold statement left Robb grinning from ear to ear,

“I must tell my father at once, how would you feel about one day ruling the North?”

“I think I may just get used to it,” you smirked pressing your forehead to Robb’s and resting your hand on his cheek sharing his breaths before he finally pulled away giving you one final look before leaving to find his father.

“Father, I would,”

“You would like to ask for Lady (y/n)’s hand in marriage.” Ned smirked up from his paperwork at his son’s confusion, “servants talk, son” he laughed moving around to Robb and patting his shoulder firmly, “So our eldest is in love.”

“Indeed father, I couldn’t imagine anyone else but her. I do not believe mother approves, however.”

“Aye, but that’s just her worry for you. She will come around to the idea.” The pair walked across the courtyard and Robb could not resist looking up to your window, that had now been opened a little, just to see you glancing out over the views of the North, “You must be careful for now, Robb.”

“What do you mean?”

“People talk. I am sure your intentions were good and honest but seeking into an unconscious girls room and staying by her side makes people talk, and the rumours are that lady (y/n)’s father has heard news of this.” Robb looked at his father questioningly, “He plans to ride here, soon.”


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Santa’s Lap

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Word Count: 1169 
Pairings: Bucky x Reader 
Warnings: Christmas, Dirty Santa, Sexy Husband, Smut, Smutty Smut Smut!

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Originally posted by daisydae

“C’mon, baby! Time to sit on Santa’s lap!” You exclaimed, pulling your four year old son along. The mall’s Santa looked extremely realistic this year and your son lit up like a Christmas tree. 

“Santa!” He babbled over and over again, making grabby hands toward the man’s face. Bucky chuckled deeply behind you. 

You grinned and nodded, “Gotta be nice, okay? You can’t pull Santa’s beard like you do your daddy’s.” 

Santa was quick to pull your son onto his lap before he could run away. When he looked up at you, his mouth seemed to drop slightly. He cleared his throat, and in a low tone he asked, “Would Mommy like to sit on my other leg?” 

Your brows furrowed.

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Mama’s Boy

Reader x Klaus

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: you had Klaus’ baby and now he’s all jealous of your relationship with his son. 

*Requested

Word Count: 1591

“I still can’t believe you’re a mum!” Elena said, as she watched a little boy ice skating. “And, God, he looks like Klaus.”

You let out a small giggle.

Four years ago your whole life changed. One minute you were an ordinary witch who often helped out her best friends and the other you were bearing a miraculous child. And it had to be your biggest enemie’s kid as well, so everybody think you were helping him all along.

You shook your head, not actually believing how unlucky you were back then.

[4 years ago]

Shit.” You cursed, looking at the small pregnancy test in your hand. “Shit. Shit. Shit!”

About a month ago you had gotten into a fight with your older sister and left the house, wanting to get really drunk and forget about everything that was going on. It was not enough to have a chaotic home, you had to deal with the whole Original family at town. Some sort of freak wanted to kill your best friend and, surely, you stepped up to find a way to stop him.

At the Mystic Grill, you ordered the finest whiskey there, neat and no ice. It was a good sensation, the alcohol making its way through your throat.

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking this?” A stranger asked, his voice tone light.

“You should mind your own business and leave me alone.” You replied, annoyed by his presence.

“I like the attitude. May I know your name, darling?”

“I don’t see why do you want to know my name.”

“Don’t be rude, love.”

You finally bothered to look at him and, heck, he was handsome. The stranger had beautiful blond curls, the kind you would not mind losing your fingers in it, blue eyes, like the wide ocean, a badly shaved beard and a devilish smile. Just looking at him made you skip a breath.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Oh, well, can I have the same drink Y/N ordered?”

“Are you sure you want that?” You asked, not caring if he was an inconvenient stranger. Perhaps it was exactly what you were needing.

“Sure, love, I would love to taste the flavour that is in your mouth now.”

You bit your lower lip and sipped your own drink, looking directly to him.

“Are you new in town? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“You could say that. I lived here long ago and now I’m coming back.”

“Ah, that’s nice.”

“And you?”

“I’m actually not from here. My mum and I moved a few years ago.”

And, as you got to know that stranger, you realised how much you were alike. He had the same awful childhood, his father hated him much like yours did hate you and a whole other bunch of things. That connection was decisive for accepting his invitation to go back to his place and have a more private conversation.

“So are you up for more drinking or will pass?”

“I think I’ll pass, I like drinking, but being sober is better.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“You know, I think I didn’t ask your name, huh?”

“No, you haven’t. But it’s Klaus.”

“German name.”

“Sort of, comes from Niklaus.”

“It’s, hum, a unique name.”

You relaxed in the couch and looked directly at him. So far it had been a wonderful night and all you wanted was a suitable end for it. The blond slowly touched your knee and you gave him a smile, encouraging him to move forward.

“There’s something you need to know.” Klaus whispered, between kisses.

“You’re a vampire. Yeah, I know, save it, I’m a witch.”

“At least I’m not the only one keeping secrets.”

“Will you shut up?”

Giggling, he ceased the talking and went for it. Leaving you with a great memory and a goofy smile. Only if you knew you would end up pregnant. What would people think? And how the hell you were so stupid not to connect the dots and understand that was Klaus Mikaelson? Oh, damn it. You could see in how much trouble you were in, realising your friends would think you were lying about not knowing who he was back then. Oh, and how  you were supposed to tell Niklaus about this baby?

“I’m screwed.”

{a few months later}

“Klaus, you don’t have to follow my every step.”

“I’m just making sure my daughter is okay.”

“It could be a boy, you know.”

You sat in a nursing chair, rocking back and forward. Your hands were placed in a small bump, showing your five completed months of pregnancy. Klaus approached and knelt before you, putting his own hands over yours. The baby kicked and you smiled, for it was the first time it had ever did that with his father around.

The Original’s eyes were surprised and you removed your hands, letting him free to touch and feel it as long as he wished for it.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“Giving me this amazing gift.”

“You have given me this too, Nik.”

“I love when you call me Nik.”

You blushed a little.

“And also when I make you embarrassed.”

This time both of you giggled, being interrupted by a ridiculous phone, which was ringing at its fullest. It would probably be the gang, wanting you to fix something. They trusted you to convince Klaus to give up making hybrids, but, sadly. That was out of reach.

“Oh, hello, Elena!”

“Give me that phone, Klaus.”

“She’s here, yes.”

Niklaus!”

“Okay, I’m handing it over.”

He stayed in the room, though, stroking your belly and talking to it with funny voices. You could not help but smile. That man would make a great father. A messed up one, of course, but also a really caring and loving one.

[4 years later]

“Henrik? We need to get going!” You called out for your son.

“Already, mama?”

“Yes, daddy is waiting for us. Don’t you want to see daddy?”

His eyes lightened up.

“I wanna see daddy!”

“Then let’s go!” You kissed his cheek and send him to get his stuff. “Thank you for the afternoon, Elena.”

“You’re welcome. And don’t disappear again, ok? Give me a call every now and then.”

“I’ll do that.”

“So how’s Klaus?”

“Causing trouble in New Orleans. There’s nothing new at that.”

“Good luck, then.” Elena stated, her eyes showing her curiosity.”I still don’t know how you deal with him.”

“He’s complicated, I admit it. But there’s light in him, Elena, every time he kisses me I’m sure of that.”

She smiled, agreeing silently with you. 

“If you say so, I believe it.”

“Now I really have to go, Henrik needs to eat. Bye, Elena.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

You placed Henrik’s staff at the back of the car and put him in his baby car seat, buckling him up. In a couple of minutes you were in the way home. A loud music playing and your son’s laughs were enough to make you happy.

The Compound seemed empty when you arrived.

“Nik? Are you home?”

“Over here.” You heard his voice coming from the kitchen. 

“Daddy!” Henrik ran, to hug his father. “I went ice skating with mama.”

“That’s great!”

“Are you cooking, Mr. Mikaelson?” You raised an eyebrow.

Aside the mess he made, the room smelt delicious. You knew Klaus was trying to bribe his son. Apparently, he was jealous of you and him, because your child would always seek your help, instead of his. A complete mother’s boy.

“Yes, I made your favourite, Rik.”

“Thanks, daddy.”

He looked at his father, curious, then came to you, pulling your shirt for you lean over, allowing him to whisper in your ear:

“Mama, I think dad is trying to enter out team.”

A loud laugh escaped your lips.

“Yeah, I think he is.”

“What are you two talking about?”

“Henrik was saying…”

“Mum! Don’t tell him, please.” He blushed. 

“Can I please know what’s going on? You never tell me anything!”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I just… Mama gets me in a way you don’t.”

Klaus took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. You bit your lip, trying to hold a laugh as the Mikaelson looked like he was about to explode.

“I’m your father! You are supposed to look up to me.”

“Nik, don’t push him too much. He’ll let you in our team.”

“You have a team?”

His accent made the whole situation even cuter. You glanced over Klaus and back to the beautiful four year old blond you called son, winking at him. It was fun, to mess with the Mikaelson man.

“We do.”

“How can I join?”

“Well, there’s only two conditions:” Henrik said, raising two of his little fingers. “First mama has to allow it and second, you have to love her very much, like I do.”

“Well, the second one it’s covered." 

A proud smile was in your lips.

"So mama, are you letting daddy in?”

“Of course I am, otherwise your dad would die!”

The three of you laughed.

“Now, go eat that yummy pasta.”

“Yeah!”

Klaus put an arm around your waist and you leant in, enjoying his warmth. It was good that, even with all the trouble you had to face, you could still be a happy family, enjoying little pleasures such as arguing on who is more loved by your son.

“And, so you know, he adores you. You’re like a superhero to him.”

Klaus smiled and squeezed you even more into his embrace.

“I know.”

Trinket Trove

Pairing: McHanzo

Rating: G

Summary: No shiny object is safe with Hanzo’s dragons around. Not even something as important as a ring…

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Written for @mchanzo-week 2017, for Day 4 (Red/Blue) and 5 (Traditional/Unorthodox) 

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Author’s Note: This has been sitting in my drafts for a long ass time but McHanzo Week finally kicked me into gear to get it done. Helped that it fit two prompts


Jesse McCree was a man who knew how to roll with the punches. Resourcefulness was a skill he had perfected over years of being on the run after he deserted from Blackwatch, and hell, even maybe before that.

This. This was not something Jesse could easily roll with.

Jesse had already torn his own room apart looking for the ring. It wasn’t a simple case of him simply forgetting where he had hidden it either. Yes, he had to have hidden it somewhere incredibly sneaky to avoid Hanzo simply coming across it, but he had checked every single nook and cranny in the room. Shit, he had even checked the ceiling tiles.

No matter how high or low Jesse looked however, the engagement ring he’d finally saved up enough money for was absolutely nowhere to be seen. He weighed his options, which were looking to be either: A) letting the cat out of the bag and asking Hanzo for his help or B) tear the entire base apart. The latter option was the one Jesse decided on, not quite ready to face the music. Hanzo always had said he was a stubborn man. Jesse just liked to prove him right time and time again.

He made it all the way to the rec room before Hanzo discovered him.

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unhitched

I’ve redone this about sixteen times *takes large bite of cold eggs*

I’m in love with this Hannibal Trucker AU by @joanielspeak and had to do something. I’m not used to the facial hair but it gave me the urge to try my sloppy background crud too - pick your poison…cause I couldn’t…lol i hope i have not shamed your glorious blessing 

I LOVE THIS FIC, FIGHT ME.


anonymous asked:

i just wanna tell Thom that I love him and love his beard. He could grow it longer and style it. Imagine having a long braided beard, Thom. You could store small things in your beard, Thom. You could grow it out long enough and use it as a weapon. Imagine the possibilities, Thom.

Mmmh… an interesting idea. But I don’t know…

Wouldn’t it make me look too much like an oversized dwarf?

-Thom

Eager Lovers: Anti-Hero

Summary: You thought Steve was going to be a one night stand, one and done, but you found yourself drawn to him, like the proverbial moth to the flame. He was so much more than the tattooed, beer drinking, bar owner you thought he was. But somehow the headlong rush into love wasn’t turning out like you’d hoped.
Word Count: 1,375
Warnings: Language, alcohol, smoking, angst… It’s an AU, anything and everything will probably happen.
Author’s Notes: This fic wouldn’t be possible without @captain-rogers-beard and @climbthatmooselikeatree Their help and beta work has been invaluable. Thank you. GIF

Don’t steal my work. It’s rude.


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“Pepper and Tony, what have you told them?” Steve seethed, his chest heaving.

“No- nothing, I swear.”

“You went digging, didn’t you, found something and handed it over to them? Don’t. Fucking. Lie. To. Me,” he ordered, much louder than before, the bass of it echoing in your head.

Tears filled your eyes, blurring the man you loved. “No. I wouldn’t-“

Steve roared loud, the intensity of it making you wince and cover your ears. He drew his arm back and punched the door, shattering the glass, sending it to the floor. You looked at him, fear coursing through you, making you literally shake in your boots. Shards of glass were buried in his knuckles and blood was spilling onto the floor, but he didn’t pay it any mind.

“Get out,” he sneered, his shoulders shaking. When you didn’t move, he repeated his request by screaming it at you.

With tears streaming down your face, you hauled ass out of the bar.


You ran home, pushing through the crowds of people, ignoring their shouts of irritation, demanding you watch where you’re going. Once at your apartment, you threw the locks and, with your back pressed to the door, you slid down, landing hard on your ass. That was when you let go, stopped choking back the sobs that threatened to tear you apart from the inside. You fell to the floor and curled in on yourself, knees tucked under your chin, hair in your face, not caring if anyone heard you.

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Soaked (pt. 1)

Characters: Finn Bálor x Reader

Word Count: 1,362

Warnings: Language, attacks on the reader’s self-image, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, and a hint of eventual smut

Inspiration: Soaked by Adam Lambert

A/N: Hello hello! First off, a massive thank you to everyone for your patience. It’s not been the easiest time, but every kind word and gesture has reminded yours truly that good still exists. I love you all. 

So, about this fic: let’s be real, the next Sins installment is gonna be largely for the Omega Girls, and I wanted to do a little something for the Bálor Babes. This is just part one…there’s a whole second part of smutty goodness to come. ;)

Anywho, I hope you enjoy it. ^_^

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