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Learning To Share - Stilinski Triplets [Smut] (Part One)

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(S): Thomas/Reader, Stiles/Reader, Stuart/Reader 

Word Count: 5249 

Notes: Multiple Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Foursome, Oral (all receiving), Exibitionism, Drug Use. I hope y'all like this, so here’s your surprise fic guys, and thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for her unwavering support here and all the help she gave me. 



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Prize your luck, Mr. Haxby! You had the famous Charlotte Wells for free.

7 times they noticed. (1/7)

(bc I need to make up for the langst I posted last night so here’s so comfort and a little bit of hurt. This is just Shiro’s, the other ones will be up soon. The only warning is a depiction of a panic attack.)


1. Lance winced as Shiro cut into him with words like he was expertly wielding Keith’s bayard. He would’ve found it funny how dad-like he was being, except: a) probably would cause Shiro to bail him out more, and b) it wasn’t very funny at all.

“Don’t you see how childish you’re being! This isn’t just serious, this is a matter of life or death, and your antics cannot get in the way. At the end of the day, do you want to be responsible for someone’s death?” The question sent a wave of nausea through Lance, and he was almost pulled off his feet by a wave of static that clouded his mind as something inside his chest burst. He grabbed his chest in alarm. His breathing was quickening. His chest was on fire. Oh god. Oh god. He curled inwards. Trying to protect himself.

“…” He tried to speak but no words came out, just harsh breaths as he lent against the wall, staring upwards through tears at Shiro who was frozen in fear.

“…Lance? Oh. Um… fuck.” If Lance was in any state of mind, he would have never let Shiro go for swearing in front of him, but as it was, it made Lance’s breath speed up. Shiro approached him like he would a possible hostile alien, slowly and with his hands outstretched. “Okay, Lance, if you can, put your arms around me and follow my breaths. Is that okay?” His voice was low and non-threatening, and in response Lance nodded slowly. His hands shaking as Shiro sat next to him, putting his hand on Lance’s arm. Shiro started taking audible, slow breaths. Lance winced as this effort made his breathing uneven, alternating from barely controlled slow breaths to shaky shallow ones.

“Thanks.” He choked out. Shiro shook his head.

“Don’t talk, just focus on the breathing.” Lance had enough humour to roll his eyes at him, and melodramatically breathed in and breathed out, causing Shiro to laugh, before his smile melted into a concerned frown.  “I’m so sorry Lance.”

“Don’t be. You’re right, of course.” Lance looked down, not willing to meet Shiro’s eyes.

“Just because you were goofing off doesn’t mean I should have said that. It was way out of line. I just –” Shiro trailed off.

“I’m scared too.” Lance responded quietly. “I know. I know that this is a life-or-death thing, but I just can’t think about it. I’m not like you, or Keith, or Allura. I have to distract myself. If I think about for one second someone else dying on my account I just –” Lance’s breath started to quicken again, and Shiro stopped him, beginning the audible intakes and exhales of breath once more. Lance found his voice again. “You’re good at that. Unsurprisingly.”

“Well, thank Coran actually.” Shiro smiled as Lance scoffed. “No really, apparently they’re quite common for Alteans as well as humans. I still get them occasionally, but they were really bad when, you know…” Shiro trailed off before gathering his thoughts once more. “Listen. Are you alright?”

Lance laughed nervously.

“Yeah, of course buddy, don’t worry about it.” He patted Shiro’s arm, got up from the ground and started to walk away when he felt Shiro’s metal arm on his shoulder.

“Really. We all deal with trauma differently, and I’m worried. These coping mechanisms are all fine and good until they start hurting you and other people.” Shiro was staring down at him and Lance shrunk under his worry. Of course Shiro was worried about the others.

“I’m really sorry I’ve been a pain.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his head in a mockery of sheepishness. “I’ve been distracted but don’t worry, to quote our lord Efron, I’ll get my head in the game.” Shiro’s frown did not disappear. “Seriously, dude, don’t worry.” Lance smiled.

“Just, if you need to talk, please do. Whatever problems you have are important, not just for the team’s performance, but for your health as well. Okay? And if you can’t talk to me, talk to Hunk, or Pidge, or even Keith.” Shiro insisted, gesturing emphatically as Lance rolled his eyes. “Please.”

Lance’s face softened, his mask melting away.

“I’m just so scared. What if I never see my family again?” His already tear-filled eyes began brimming once more. “And I’m so scared that I’ll mess up everything, I mean, how the hell can I compare to you guys? Keith’s an amazing combatant, Coran and Allura are the best at strategies, you’re a great leader, Hunk’s an awesome engineer, and Pidge is just a genius!” Shiro stared at Lance as tears spilled down his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t notice.” He pulled his hands over his face. “God, and I’m supposed to be the leader.” Shiro straightened up, looking at Lance. “I can’t express how sorry I am. I forget, I suppose, that you’re children. But know we’re all terrified; and know that we couldn’t do it without you. Because your joking does help, Lance, it breaks the mood and reminds us why we’re fighting - for our humanity. You’re important.”

Lance stood in shock. He wiped the tears off his face.

“Gosh Shiro, you’re such an old man!” He started laughing.

Shiro crossed his arms and stared at Lance. His frown didn’t reach his eyes.

“Come on you youngin, we’ve got training to do.” He walked out of the room, shaking his head. Lance smiled. Maybe things were alright, even if he was just saying it to pacify him. Still. It counted.

perhaps.


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(nb as of 6/4/17: Hunk is up (along with the Shiro and Pidge ones) others will follow! Edited to flow better, thanks to the anon who mentioned it.)

(nb as of 7/4/17: Coran is up!)

(17/4/17: Allura is posted!)

(this is platonic btw please do not tag as shance or anything similar.)

anonymous asked:

Isak getting so drunk at kollektivet party that he stands on a table and starts telling everyone how amazing of a person he thinks Sana is.

I know I just got this one and I should do my other prompts first…buuuuut this made me smile so much and I can see it so clearly, I just have to do this now. <3 


“Okay baby I think you’ve had enough” Even says as he takes the beer Isak just found out of his hand with a smile. 

“heeeeeyy handsome” Isak drawled a slow smile forming on his lips as he wrapped a hand lazily across Even’s chest and stumbled into him. 

Even caught him against his side and brushed his hand through his boyfriends golden curls. “oh angel you are so wasted.” 

Isak giggled “no i’m not you are. you are wasted and hot grrrrrrrr” Isak winked as he attempted to growl at the hottie holding him up. 

Even couldn’t control his laughter. he pulled Isak closer and smiled as he watched the man of his life, try to blow imaginary bubbles in the air. 

“wow you are such a flirty drunk.” 

“wanna get out of here? woof” 

Even grinned shaking his head “now you’re just making random animal noises.” 

“I bet you’re an animal” Isak snapped his teeth together like a predator, before nearly falling on the ground when Even doubled over in half laughing his head off. 

“i’m sorry baby, you’re just so damn cute when you get like this.” he choked through the laughter 

Isak pouted “like whaaat” 

fortunately before Even had to form an answer, Isak’s eyes grew wide in excitement as he bounced on the heels of his feet whacking Even’s shoulder. 

“SANA!” he shouted staring over Even’s shoulder. Even turned around to see Sana approach them with an amused smile painted on her lips. 

“halla Isabel how you doing?” she asked, holding in a laughter at Isak’s state. 

“Oh Sana, you are so fucking great you know that?” Sana looked up at Even in surprise. 

Even nodded “he’s a little…” 

“heeeey have you met my biology partner and friend???” Isak asked the lamp next to him. 

Sana raised her eyebrows. 

“okay so maybe a little is an understatement.” 

“you think?” Sana smiled, watching Isak try to high five the lamp and pouting when he didn’t high five back. 

“he is a sweet drunk though” 

“yeah” Even smiled lovingly, at the goofball hugging the lamp and apologising for hurting it’s feelings. 

“I should get him home” Even said walking over to pull Isak away from the lamp. 

“baby lets go home.” 

“nei I have things to do first” 

Even raised his eyebrows “like what?” 

“announcement” 

Even shook his head laughing “maybe another time baby. Just wait here I need to get your coat so your nice and warm when we leave okay?” 

Isak nodded right before Even kissed his cheek and turned around for Noora’s room where they dumped their coats. 

When Even got back in the party, he couldn’t find Isak where he left him. 

“Jonas!” he shouted when he saw the brows bobbing up and down in the crowd. “have you seen Isak?”

“I thought he was with you” he said. 

Even turned around, weaving his fingers through his hair. He was about to call his cell when he heard Noora shout 

“not on the furniture!” 

he looked up and right there standing on the coffee table in the middle of a party was his golden haired boyfriend.

Even was there in a flash “baby” he tugged on Isak’s pant leg “get down from there before you hurt yourself” 

Isak ignored him “Listen…” he said softly, before gulping and waving his hands in the air. “LISTEN I have somhting to say - that girl” he points straight at Sana who is standing in the back enjoying the performance. “is fucking amazing. She - she is smart, and nice and oh OH and if it weren’t for her and weed I wouldn’t have gone to kossegruppa and met my fucking BOYFRIEND. that’s right. I-” 

he stumbled slightly which made Even cringe and walk closer, ready to catch his boy if he had to. 

“I LOVE SANA BAKKOUSH, and anyone anyone who tries to hurt her-” he waved his hand in the air dramatically “goes through me. yep that’s right grrrrr” 

at that Even grabbed ahold of Isak and pulled him down. 

“I wasn’t finish” he said grumpily. 

“I know baby, you can tell me the rest on the way home.” 

Isak smiled happily “You wanna hear my speech.” 

Even pulled his face towards his “always my love.” he kissed him lightly, before wrapping Isak up in his jacket. 

“now let me take you home and make you something to eat.” 

Isak grinned “hey do you wanna marry me?” he said as Even walked him out the door. 

Even laughed loudly “oh baby you ask me that every time I make you food when you’re drunk.”  

Isak’s arms held tightly onto Even’s torso, his head resting against his chest as they walked into the night together “you so wanna marry me. Grrrrr” 

Even’s warm chuckle echoed out into the night. “always my little lion” 

Isak’s nose winkled “did you know Magnus says he has a lion cock?” 

Even looked up at the sky and squinted his eyes “well now that petname is ruined.” 

Protective Tony x reader - part 2

A/N: Part 2 to “Protective Tony x reader” has finally arrive!!!!!!!

Warnings: Graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities.


“Tony! Tony wait up!” I jog after him in the hallway.

“What the hell was that back there?” I pant out, once I’ve finally reached him.

 Tony sighs, turning around and looking at me.

Originally posted by kara-zorel

“You’re my friend Y/N, I was just protecting you from Montgomery, that’s all.” He says. I look down, slightly in disappointment. Of course he’s just protecting me from Montgomery. That’s what friends do right? A little part of me wishes there was another reason behind why Tony acted the way he did in the cafeteria, but I know that the possibility is highly unlikely. 

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baneismydragon  asked:

32 Ladrien

“I… I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.” 

…Of all the things Adrien had expected when he’d asked his partner what was wrong, that hadn’t made it into the top fifty. It hadn’t even made it into the top hundred. Or the—

He swallowed. “W-what?”

Ladybug had her hands over her face, sprawled out on his bed where he’d put her in his attempts to play therapist for his stressed out friend. “I’m… I don’t… I love you.”

The leap Adrien’s heart gave rattled his teeth with the force of it.

“…Oh.”

She curled up on her side to face him, looking tiny and fragile and half-broken already, and said, in a funny, almost defeated tone, “I’m in love with you.”

Adrien didn’t realize he was reaching for her until her fist was fitting into the palm of his hand. One breath to steel himself, and…

“If… if it makes you feel any better, I’ve been in love with you… almost since I met you.”

She hiccuped a laugh and curled closer, opening her fist so she could twine her fingers with his.

There was a pause, and then: “What… what do I do with this?”

“With me or with you?”

“With me,” she whispered half to him and half to the night. “It’s… it’s so much. What do I do with all of this?”

“Well,” said Adrien, because his heart was in his mouth and he couldn’t feel his legs, but he still knew what it was like to be there, and knew how much he would have given for a confidant at the beginning of it all, “I mean, usually people do stuff like… date, or something. K-kiss and… spend time together.”

It took seven (loud, erratic) thumps of his heart for her to respond.

“That’s… simple.”

The dubiousness in her voice startled a laugh out of him, through the too-tight knot of emotion in his throat. “Not like I’d know or anything.”

“Hm,” said Ladybug, at a timbre that told him that if he could see her, she’d be bright red by now.

“Say, Ladybug…”

“Yeah?”

He grinned down at her through the dark and squeezed her fingers. “Wanna go on a date?”

He only counted six heartbeats this time, and then she shifted and there was something warm and damp pressing to his knuckles and— had she just kissed his hand?!

“Sounds like a plan, mon minou,” she murmured, low and sultry and rolling and mind-blowing and—

“Great,” said Adrien, very, very faintly, and sagged against his headboard, feeling smoke pour out of his ears.

…It was maybe occurring to him that, for all that he’d hoped and wished and prayed that Ladybug would one day return his feelings, he might not actually survive the reality of it.

Like an Arrow to the Chest

Summary: Rather than Chat Noir being struck by Dark Cupid’s arrow, what if it had been Ladybug?Or rather…Bridgette?

Note I: Obligated Valentine’s Day fic…but with the PV kids ;D Hope you enjoy!

Note II: I took a direct line from a post made by edorazzi, who I recommend you following for lots of nice art! 

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It was Ladybug who paid attention to the akuma victims’ stories, not Felix. He usually liked focusing on winning the battle with minimum damage done, focusing on the victim’s general background.

For example, this victim had been heartbroken and now turned love to hate. Fairly easy to guess, and no need to elaborate.

It also should have been an easy battle; he was not afraid when the akuma appeared in front of him since there was hardly any love in him to turn to hate in the first place. He’d pretend to get struck, then run off, transform, and distract the akuma until Ladybug arrived so they could take down the villain together.

He did not count on Bridgette Cheng shoving him to the ground, the arrow lodging itself in her chest before dissolving in an array of red and black sparkles.

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Shotgun

Characters: Roman Reigns x Unnamed OFC

Summary: Dean’s little sister riles up the Big Dog.

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, rough sex, cursing.

Smut/Fluff/Angst: Smut.

Requested by: Anon, who asked for: Smut with Dean’s little sister and Roman. I hope you enjoy!

Notes: First Roman smut I’ve ever written, so I hope I did him justice…

Tagging: @llowkeys (idk if you want Roman smut or not lol), @the-geekgoddes, @blondekel77, @horcruxhunter5972, @zombiexbody, @vebner37, @thiickreigns, @nickysmum1909, @imtoldimbabe, @taryndibiase, @devittslegos (Want to be added to my tag list? Drop me a line!)

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