my name is not little girl

Flustered

Word count: 313

Pairing: Misha x Reader

A/N: Gif Submitted by @ruined-by-destiel

Unbetaed - All mistakes are mine.

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A rather nervous looking fan stepped up to the microphone, making Misha smile a little. He’d never get used to how flustered some of the girls seemed to be by his presence even if it was fun to mess with them every so often… okay all the time.

“Hey Misha my name is Suzanna. I was wondering… We all know you met Y/N on set, but what did you say to her the first time you saw her?”

Misha looked straight at the girl, tilting his head ever so slightly speaking in a low seductive tone into the microphone, “Hi.” Misha could help but laugh when he saw the immediate blush in the girl’s cheeks and he was just about to make a comment about it when Y/N’s voice sounded across the stage, causing the audience to erupt into a roar of applause.

“Misha stop lying to the girl,” Y/N confidantly strudded across the scene leaning over Misha’s shoulder speaking into the microphone. “Actually he didn’t say a word to me for two days. I was sure he hated me. He just glared at me every now and again.”

“I was admiring. Not glaring,” Misha corrected her with a smirk and Y/N instantly pulled a face at him.

“Well how was I supposed to know that?” she teased, “actually I am pretty sure your first words to me was: So about that make-out scene…” she rolled her eyes loving as the crowd laughed.

“Well jokes on you. You still married me,” Misha scrunched his nose at her, making her laugh, pulling the microphone and his hand closer to her face whispering into it.

“Well it was hell of a make-out scene,” Y/N threw Misha wink, leaving him blushing in front of the cheering crowd as she ran off stage. Oh she was going to pay for that one…

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anonymous asked:

Can we get a (smutty maybe?) continuation of the basketball fic? please *puppy dog eyes*

Oh what, you mean this basketball fic? ;) I live to serve :-P  https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/165342369084/so-i-joined-my-schools-basketball-team-in-the


Much like the game, the night goes by in a blur for Maggie. 

Alex holds her hand – since when did thanking her for helping her sister out of a tough spot necessitate hand-holding? but Maggie isn’t about to complain – as she brings her around to meet all her teammates, always introducing her as “the girl who decked Max Lord because he wouldn’t leave Kara alone.”

It doesn’t surprise Maggie that Alex doesn’t have to say “my sister Kara” – that they all know her little sister by name. It doesn’t surprise her, but it makes her like Alex that much more.

“Can I get you a drink?” Alex shouts into her ear at one point, music blasting so loud it’s in Maggie’s bones. Or maybe that’s just Alex’s proximity.

“I uh – “

“Coke or Pepsi? Coach won’t let us have anything else, and not even too much of that.” Alex squinches her face in playful disapproval, and Maggie laughs. Which makes Alex laugh. 

Maggie decides she loves the way Alex laughs.

“So,” Alex says a little later, her voice quieter as they step outside of the loud, college-run bar, the cool night air making Maggie shiver. Alex immediately slips out of her team jacket and puts it around Maggie’s shoulders. It’s oversized on her, and she wonders if she looks stupid. The look in Alex’s eyes indicates that she certainly doesn’t think so. 

“So,” Alex begins again. “You’re a lesbian, right? Or bi? I mean… I guess I’m asking if you know what I meant when I said date. I didn’t mean like, as friends. I meant like, I know who you are because my sister always talks about you and you’re so good to her, and then I met you and you’re drop dead gorgeous, so I wanted to take you on a date. Like, a romantic date. With romance and such.”

Maggie watches Alex ramble with slightly parted lips and a hammering heart that feels like it’s about to fly out of her chest. 

“Well,” she ventures, Alex’s recent struggles with language ironically helping her find her own, “you’ve already introduced me to your friends, gotten me a drink, and took your jacket off for me because I shivered. So I’d say you’re doing alright on the romance front, Danvers.”

Alex’s eyes gleam, almost like they do on the court, but different, somehow. Quieter. Less about victory, more about… sheer joy.

“Yeah?” she croaks, and Maggie swoons at the way this suave, larger-than-life, captain-of-the-basketball-team, sexier-than-sin woman is looking at her. Like she wants to kiss her.

Hell, like she wants to do so much more than kiss her.

“Yes,” Maggie manages to whisper, and she licks her lips just as Alex looks down at them. 

“Can I?” Alex asks, and Maggie reaches up to dangle her elbows off Alex’s shoulders.

Alex’s jacket slips off Maggie’s body and falls to the ground.

Neither of them notice, as Alex’s hands find Maggie’s waist.

“Yes,” Maggie whispers again, and when Alex Danvers kisses her, it’s like her entire world stills and spins at the same time. Like the entire world explodes in ecstasy and settles in quiet worship, all at once.

“Maggie,” Alex murmurs against her lips after Maggie parts them for her tongue, after Maggie lets her hips press flush into Alex’s body, after Maggie tangles her hands in Alex’s hair, just like she’d wanted to do during the game.

Maggie freezes, and Alex shakes her head. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just – I don’t wanna be too forward, but uh… do you wanna come back to my room? My roommate’s away this weekend and I – we don’t have to do anything you don’t want, obviously, but I – “

Alex’s breath is cut off by Maggie’s lips, first on her mouth, then hovering next to her ear. 

“Shut up and take me home, Danvers,” Maggie whispers, and when Alex barely bites down a moan as she squats to pick up her jacket and take Maggie’s hand on the way up, Maggie wonders how and when she got this bold.

But she’s pretty sure it has to do with Alex Danvers.

jazznote  asked:

Hello, Could you do a headcannon of Harry seeing Uma in her cotillion outfit? Bonus points for sea witch transformation as well. Thanks so much !

Yes, that’s fun!!! Alright, here we go:

Harry watched the small television screen at the Chip Shoppe with a feeling of nervousness in his stomach. Lumiére had just introduced Mal to the people at the party and the girl was now standing amongst her friends waiting for her petty little King to be announced. What a sneaky little traitor. She would get what she deserved soon. And it would be glorious!

Soon after the snooty witch was announced, it was Bestie Boy’s time. Lumiére announced him with all of that stupid royal theatre that made Harry wanna puke, and when the boy appeared on top of the lit up stairs, the entire crew seemed to move closer to the TV in expectation. They watched as he walked towards his little girlfriend and exchanged the most pathetic curtsies the son of Hook had ever seen. What a lack of class.

From that point on, Harry found it a little hard to remember what exactly happened, because the only clear memory he had of that staged little scene was the moment he saw her. That moment was forever engraved in his mind. The way she timidly walked out into the light, looking down at the reactions of the people who never expected to see her there. The expression on her face was shy and scared, as if the scrutinous looks from those arrogant Auradon jesters actually had an effect on her. But Harry knew it was all an act.

As Uma walked down the stairs at a slow pace, Harry could actually start to feel the magnetic power she had over him, impelling him to scoot closer to the television just to get a better vision of her. She looked like a princess. No, not a princess… A Queen! His Queen. The one he would do absolutely anything for without even thinking about the consequences. He would do the time for her, take a show for her with a smile on his face, feeling happy as he died to protect the only person who gave meaning to his sad, miserable life.

The hooked pirate still remembered the stinging feeling of jealousy in his chest when he watched the King take his Captain’s hand and place a chaste kiss on it, like Harry himself had done a hundred times. He could feel the insides of his body burn with anger as they talked about true love and smiled adoringly at each other. Not even the sight of Mal’s broken-hearted expression was good enough to make the burning feeling go away. All Harry wanted to do was dig the point of his hook into that boy’s flesh and hear him scream in agony as the pirate slowly carved the life out of his body.

From that point on, everything happened really fast. The crew went from excited, to confused, to enraged as they watched Uma’s plan slowly crumble to the ground in a series of unfortunate events. Harry could feel his adrenaline level rise as he watched Uma run towards the railing of the boat with the intention of jumping. Mal’s little speech was only making him more anxious as he waiting to see what his Captain’s decision would be, and when she turned around and jumped over the edge of the boat, the son of Hook couldn’t contain the scream of fear in the shape of her name that escaped his lips.

The crew watched in aprehension as the camera focused on the ocean that was now starting to shake with violent waves that quickly took the form of a twister, rising above the height of the ship and exploding into a chaos of water that shook the entire yacht. The connection was cut shortly after, leaving the crew to wonder what had happened to their Captain and what the outcome of that fateful night would be.

But even though the transmission was cut right after the twister of water fell back into the ocean, Harry still managed to get a glimpse of the most unbelievable, gorgeous scene he had ever seen. His Uma, the girl he had known and loved ever since they were kids wasn’t just a girl anymore. She wasn’t even his Captain or his Queen any longer. No. At that moment, what the son of Hook saw was a Goddess, rising from the sea to claim her throne as the people shook in fear. Uma was everything he always believed her to be and more, because at that moment, she was real and she was powerful, and the world was going to see that.

Harry just hoped that she would return to him once everything was over. He didn’t care what the outcome would be. He just wanted his Uma back. Because even if she didn’t have magical powers or even a golden crown to put on her head, she was still his Goddess and his Queen. And is she was beside him, that’s exactly how he was going to treat her until the last day of their lives. Be those lives at the Isle or not.

Yay, I did it!!! Man, this was so much fun to write, I loved getting into Harry’s head and imagining what his thoughts were when he saw our Queen in her beautiful gown and Sea Witch form. I hope you liked it aswell, thank you for requesting 😘❤

anonymous asked:

A spin on the sonny sex tape: sonny wants to make a tape of just you. Only you. He's the camera man and we've already discussed he says things like "smile real pretty for the camera" but he basically wants you to pleasure yourself for him and be a good girl and think about his cock while you play with your toys or moan his name and be noisy and he does all this because when he watches it he just loves to see *you* and loves how you take your pleasure jehejebejb bye world

OH GOD YES and he would be like “touch yourself how I touch you baby girl” and guide you through it and talk to you the whole time but omg have you kind of edge yourself a little so you last longer and he just encourages you to just let go oh my fuck im six feet under

I Don’t Think Jacob’s Captors Let Him Go By Accident

by reddit user nowwegotcha

Jacob became one popular dude during my sophomore year of high school, two years ago. In the middle of the year, he just showed up. His family had moved him away from their old home, but his reputation somehow got loose in the hallways.

At the age of twelve, Jacob had been kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. His parents had been apparently drugged by an unknown person, and their son had been stolen. No one even called the police until the parents woke up. No witnesses, fingerprints, ransom notes, nothing.

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Favorite Daddy Phrases

Questions:

~Who’s in charge?
~Who owns you?
~What did I say?
~Do I make myself clear?
~Do you remember your rules?
~Do you need to be punished?
~What did you just say?
~Are you going to be a good girl?
~Who’s my good girl?
~Who do I love the most?
~How’s my little girl?
~What’s my little girl doing?
~Are you in little space?
~What are you coloring/drawing?
~How are your stuffies?
~Can Daddy join?
~Are you taking care of yourself?
~Have you eaten enough?
~Are you drinking enough?
~Have you taken your meds?
~Are you ready for bed?
~Are you snuggled in bed?

Commands:

~Listen to Daddy
~Don’t disobey Daddy
~Do it for Daddy
~Be a good girl
~Speak up
~Use your words
~Stay close to Daddy
~Be safe
~Show Daddy what you’re wearing
~Show Daddy your favorite little outfits
~Show Daddy your coloring/drawing
~Show Daddy your favorite stuffies
~Tell Daddy about your day
~Go to bed, princess
~Close your eyes, baby

Reassurance:

~Good girl
~You’re such a good girl
~I’m so proud of you!
~You did such a good job!
~I love you so much
~You’re my one and only
~I only want you
~I’m not going anywhere
~I promise
~You’re such a cutie!
~My little girl
~Daddy loves when you’re in little space
~You make Daddy so happy!

Pet Names:

~Kitten
~Princess
~Babe
~Baby
~Baby Girl
~Little Girl
~Little One
~Angel
~Bunny
~Love
~Lovie
~Sweetie
~Sweetheart
~My Future Wife
~Wifey
~My Nerd
~My Dork
~My Girl
~My One and Only

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Diana being precious and supportive with kids remains the Most Important Content, reblog if you agree.

(Click on pictures to see issue number and year, captions under the cut for those who need them.)

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Innocence [M]

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader

Genre: Roommate AU!Smut, One Shot, You have been warned; this fiction is full of smut.

Words Count : Almost 2,1k

Warnings : [M] for Mature Content, this fiction is pure smut.

Author’s Note: Hi guys admin Sunshine is here, so I’ve asked you guys about smut fiction ideas and then I mixed them up a bit, I hope y’all can enjoy this long sinful fiction


“S-i-x fucking months” You said out loud.

That was true actually. It’s been already six-months since you had sex, you were already horny and your roommate’s existence didn’t help at all. You were like a cat in heat, you wanted to have sex but you didn’t trust anyone about sex, they didn’t know your body—they were not good enough for you. You took a deep sigh, your roommate was at the next room and he was sleeping although it wasn’t that late. You were getting hornier and you couldn’t hold yourself any longer; you started to play with yourself. At first you thought this could be the only solution for your little-horny-problem but you forgot how thin the house’s walls were. 

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back in school i used to be the worst person. everyone knew my best friend was “the smart one”. i was funny, sort of good for a laugh, but probably skipping class. i often failed math. i never did my homework. i was convinced i could never catch up. i didn’t go to class because i didn’t do the homework and i didn’t get the new homework so i didn’t do it. i felt constantly run down. like i was wasting my time. like some part of me wanted to be smarter than this, but couldn’t be. when they started bullying, the first thing they said was “stupid.” what else could i be.

i had no idea how to ask for help, or even when i needed it. i was so good at the things i excelled at that i had no idea how to try to understand something. if i ever felt like i hit a wall, i stopped what i was doing. i did “well enough” in my passions and just got used to saying “i’m not good.” i’m not good at math. i’m not good at essays. i’m not good at close reading. i’m not good at school. i’m not good at anything.

i graduated high school with something close to a 2.3, SAT scores high enough to save me.

teaching myself how to learn took me a lot of re-tries. i ended up having to drop out of school because of expenses and work for a while. after that came community college for two years and then transfer to a major university. by this time i was “the overachiever”, “the one who ruined the curve”. finally i was “the smart one”.

it felt sort of hollow. i had worked so hard to get here. sitting in graduation and seeing the little star next to my name that meant top ten percent of my class felt like i was looking at someone else’s life. i wasn’t actually this girl. i was still the “dumb one.” this 3.98 was a fluke in the system. i was pulling the wool over their eyes. i was still average. whenever someone made a comment about how “of course you did the extra work” it felt hollow. like i’m playacting. no, you see? i’m still a 2.3. i have so many excuses. i’m taking easy classes. i just like to be busy. no, no, i’m not smart, you’re not listening.

being stupid stayed with me. 

I think I’m going through a little bit of an art block *sigh*

Jade Chynoweth, Trinity Inay, Charlize Glass, Angel Gibbs, Kaelynn ‘KK’ Harris, Larsen Thompson, Kerrynton Jones, and Kaycee Rice

 In addition to Kalani, Kendall, Camryn, and Maddie in Brian Friedman’s Class!

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This is my baby girl, her name is Boo. I rescued her from an old building before it was scheduled to be taken down. She LOVES anything that moves, and she’s my playful little bean. And her favorite thing to do is sleep☺️