pokes out her eye

Sour Girl

 Warning: Smut, DD/LG Kink, Daddy kink, Age Gap, Spankings, Language, A Little Bit of Clark Kent ;), Slight Angst, (OC is not under-aged, she’s 23)

Summary: “Little girls get spankings..”

Author’s Note: I combined two request together; hope you enjoy :) 

Request(s): 1. “Hii, i was watching married with children and there’s a scene when somebody ask to the girl “is he your daddy?” And she asked “Oh no, he’s my father” it was so funny, can you do something like that with Bruce idk but in the other way, like “is he your father” “oh no, he’s my daddy” and Bruce reacting I bet will be funny, I hope is not too kinky lmao, sorry for my English btw”

2. “Can you please make some smut of Bruce being mad cuz the oc is way too young and she made fun of him acting like a brat or childlike and he’s going all “oh you wanna act like a little girl? Well, little girls get spanking.” also height difference cuz Ben Affleck is fucking 6′4 asdghk”

I watched as the small minx pranced around the kitchen in nothing but a pale pink, silk baby doll top and matching ruffled shorts. I had a business party to go to, and she was busying spilling pink lemonade all over the marble island. I was having second thoughts about bringing her along. I knew how people gave us dirty looks at these type of events, not only because of the scandalous dresses that clung to her tight body but the fact that I was above 35 years old and she was in her early twenties. It was fairly hard to keep up with her, the messes, uncontrollable hormones and high sex drive. But I wasn’t complaining, I couldn’t.

“Y/N, go upstairs and get dress. We don’t have time.” I walked over cleaning the sticky, sugary liquid off of the counter.   

“No..I don’t wanna.” She pouted, poking her bottom lip out more than usual. 

I turned, squinting my eyes at the hardheaded young woman in front of me. I hovered over her as a smug grin pulled at the corners of her plush lips. She stood on the tips of her toes, tugging at the black silk tie I was wearing. Her fingers brushing over the collar of my shirt, her small leg sliding in between my muscular ones. 

“You always looked so nice in a suit, Brucey.”  

I cringed at the nickname, and my jaw clenched feeling her small hand gripping my growing bulge. I rolled my neck in frustration, yanking her harshly by her bicep, bringing her closer to my body, almost lifting her off of her feet.

“Go upstairs and get dressed. I’m not going to tell you again.” I growled, pushing her towards the staircase. 

I realized that my bad temper did nothing but cause the bubbling excitement in her to erupt. The way her thighs clenched together and how her tongue snaked out to lick her lips obviously told it all. She stomped her foot and cross her arms as if she was a child that refused to go to bed when told to. 

“I said I don’t wanna. I don’t like how all those men stare at me like I’m a piece of meat.” She looked down at her bare feet with her arms behind her back, twisting to and fro. 

I walked back over to her, lifting her head up by her chin, my 6′4 frame towering over 5′2 one. 

“I wouldn’t dare let anyone lay a finger on you. Now, stop being a brat and throw on something pretty for daddy.” I gave her perfect ass a slap before she ran up the stairs to our bedroom, giggling. 

She was acting more bratty than usual, which made my palm twitch, maybe it was that time of the month for her. I put the pitcher of pink lemonade back into the fridge after pouring the half empty glass down the drain. She wanted to get the best out of me, I knew how badly she wanted me to take her over my knee and chastise her until her perfectly round ass was a pretty picture painted with black and blue. I wasn’t going to let her get me, not like that last time when she nearly wrecked the batmobile. I remember how she was barely able to get out of bed the following morning.     

About 25 minutes go by, I gave another look at my watch, she was still upstairs, doing god knows what. 

“We have 15 minutes to get there. What’s taking you so damn long?!” I yell upstairs, leaning my arm against the wooden banister. 

“Yeah, yeah.. I’m coming grandpa.”

I rolled my eyes at the childish remark before hearing the clicking of heels against wood, I rose my head being greeted by crimson red silk, sculpted collarbones and tight brown curls. 

“How do I look, grandpa?” She twirled around, her dress following behind her.

Before she could reach the last step, I grabbed her forearm , my mouth inches apart from hers. 

“Keep making those little jokes and you’ll have matching cheeks to go with that dress.” I smirked, pecking the tip of her nose.

She muttered something under her breath about old people on our way to the car, causing my jaw to clench and my palm to twitch for the 10th time this night. I held the door open, as she slid onto the Italian leather seats, the slit of her dress opening up a little more than it should, revealing that she’s bare underneath. I took a deep breath after closing the door, adjusting my collar, walking over to the driver’s side. The car ride consisted of dress lifting, thigh grabbing and sly remarks. God, how the hell was I going to get through this night?  

Once we stepped inside the luxurious mansion, we were already plummeted with glares and scoffs but soon welcomed with a warming smile and aligned liquors. 

“Glad you could make it Bruce.” Clark chimed, giving my shoulder an hearty grip. 

I returned the gesture with a friendly one-armed hug, Clark’s eyes wondered to the side of me causing me to pull away and my eyebrows to furrow. It wasn’t long until I noticed that Y/N was giving him bedroom eyes. 

“Is he your father?” Clark questioned as if I wasn’t standing right in front of them. 

“Oh no, he’s my daddy.”

My mouth parted open and my cock twitched against the zipper of my dress pants at her unexpected, shameless response. She looked up at me, giving me cherubic, doe eyes beneath long lashes, wrapping her tongue around the skinny straw of her dirty martini. I blinked at her twice before turning to Clark. 

“Excuse us.” I smiled keeping my lips in a firm, thin line before tugging Y/N off into the women’s bathroom. 

I gripped her chin harshly, my index and middle finger holding her face still as I cornered her against the wall. She looked up at me with those innocent eyes, again, as if she didn’t just call me her daddy in front of Clark fucking Kent.  

“You think you can just get away with acting like a spoiled brat tonight? Huh?”

My fingers digging more into the skin of her cheeks, hard enough to leave light red marks in the shape of fingertips. I smiled as she winced and shook her head vigorously, her rosy cheeks slightly mushed together causing her lips to pucker a bit. 

“You like acting like a little girl?” I snatched her by the thin straps of her dress, “Little girls get spankings..”

My cock throbbed at the struggled gasp that escaped her lips as I bent her over the sink of the public women’s bathroom. I lifted up the skimpy, red silk being greeted by her bare plump ass. I groaned at the sight, my hands running over the delicate skin of her ass cheeks, prepping her for the stinging sensation that she was about to endure. 

“I want you to count. If you lose count, I will start over.” I warned and she nodded willingly. 

I took a deep breath before my large hand slammed against the soft pad of her left ass cheek. I grinned to myself hearing the soft mewls rolling off her deceitful tongue. 

“1..” She choked out.

I could hear the tears already erupting in her voice which made my pants tighten a little more than they should have. I smirked as a bright red hand print started to form on the surface of the skin. I lifted my hand up, slamming it down once again, watching her tiny body jolt up in pleasurable agony. I did that about several times while she counted before our safe word slipped pass her quivering lips. I took a step back, basking in the sight of her swelling cheeks. She attempted to stand up straight but failed miserably, I wrapped my arms around the small of her back, my lips grazing the prominent vein on her neck, inhaling her succulent scent of milk and honey.

“This is what happens when little girls want to act like little whores.” I gestured towards her cherry tinted ass.

“I’m very sorry daddy.” She poked her bottom lip out , gaze to the bathroom floor.

I kissed her forehead gently , before helping stand up straight. She seethed as her fingertips brushed against her ass while fixing the skirt of her dress. I adjusted my tie whilst she wiped the smeared mascara from under her eyes.

“We’re going home. I need to have you.” I engulfed her hand in mine, bringing her knuckles up to my lips before leaving the bathroom back into the crowd of drunken snobs.

We urged through the crowd just to be stopped by Clark once again. I was nearly on the verge of losing my patience. I needed to have her now. I couldn’t help but get rock, hard at how flustered Y/N gets after a well-deserved punishment.

“Awe, leaving so soon?” Clark pouted, his words slightly slurred. Superman was tipsy, ha.

“Yeah, Y/N isn’t really well.” I put on a mock frown, before giving him a manly shoulder grip then exiting through the front door.

The car ride back composed of Y/N continuously folding and uncrossing her legs, almost similar to the car ride here. I didn’t get the chance to open the car door for her, before it flung open widely, and she jumped into my arms, her hands grabbing at my face and her lips providing me with sloppily, gift-wrapped kisses. I held her up by the backs of her thighs as I fought with the keys and lock of the large house we shared. We stumbled inside after finally managing to open the door, our lips still attached to each other’s. I let out a growl feeling her break the heated kiss before she pushed me on my back to the leather couch. She swung her legs over mine, as she fumbled with the buttons of my dress shirt after pushing my blazer off. I pushed the skimpy straps pass her shoulders exposing her perfectly, taut buds. I bowed my head, taking the left one into my mouth, my tongue creating circular motions around the peak. I watched in awe as she threw her head back, hair tousled over her the high points of her cheeks. Her small hands finding their way to undo my belt and slacks, that crooked smile displayed across her face as my rock, solid cock sprung out of my briefs. She took a hold of my cock in her hands, her thumb sweeping up the bead of precum that managed to form in the slit, earning a low groan from me. Her hand teasingly squeezing around my cock causing my breath to hitch and my body to stiffen. She started to rotate, up and down on my dick, in a torturing slow pace.

“Don’t tease me, doll.” I warned through clenched teeth.

“You’re no fun Batsy.” She gave me a mock pout before scooting back on her haunches, her grip tightened on my cock as she wrapped her soft lips around my tips, her tongue making long stokes up the sides.

Then she took all of me into her mouth reminding of how talented she was at this. I grabbed a fistful of her gathering it up in my hands before tugging roughly, effecting my cock to probe the back of her throat, smalls gags being muffled. She looked at me with doe eyes, smiling brightly with a mouthful.

“You’ve always looked so pretty with my cock down your throat.”

She nodded knowingly, her head bobbing back and forth , edging my release. I tugged her up by the mock ponytail I formed, refusing to cum without being inside of her first. I ran my thumb over the speck of spit and pre cum on her bottom lip, leaning down to tug at it with my teeth. She giggled against my lips sending vibrations throughout my body.

“I wanna ride you daddy.” Her tongue grazed over lip before she climbed onto my lap, wrapping her legs around my hips.

I was in complete fulfillment when she slid herself onto me, my hands went immediately to her waist, out of habit, guiding her up and down on my cock. Her hands tangled up into my unruly hair, tugging and pulling as she rode my cock. I smirked as my first name escaped from her soft lips causing me to bury myself deeper inside of her.

“You like that slut? Huh?” She moaned, nodding her head vigorously. “You’re so fucking tight.” I purred against her pulse.

I thrust into her a few more times before grabbing her by hips, flipping her on her side. She wrapped her left leg around mine as I held the back of her right thigh. I pull out of her almost completely then submerging my cock into her cunt, my balls slapping against her puckered hole.

“Harder.. Please.” She begged as I witnessed her eyes flutter and roll back.

I granted her wish, plowing harder into her, the feeling of worry crept in the back of my mind, at the thought of nearly tearing her apart. I wrapped my arms around her rib cage , my fingers toying with her rose bud nipples.

“Cum for me, little girl. Come on, cum for daddy.” I whispered, my hands snaking down her navel to the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Bruc-” Her gravelly voice was soon interrupted by the contracting of her cunt around my cock and the clenching in her stomach from her euphoric release.

I held her tighter to my body, thrusting into her practically lifeless body, riding into my orgasm, strings of my hot seed spewing into her heated mound. I wasted no time before I trailed kisses from the valley of her belly button down to the soft coils. My tongue flicked at her clit , gazing up at the beautiful nymph above me as she thrashed and squirmed underneath my tongue, cleaning up the concoction of our cum. I lifted my head, meeting my lips with hers letting her get a taste of the new flavor we created. I coddled her in my arms, pulling the sheet over her getting a glance at the fading red blotches formed from tonight’s earlier events, the room silencing from the frantic breathing.  Y/N examined me with squinted eyes tugging at the skin of her bottom lip with damp hair pressed to my chest. 

“How come you don’t call me your girlfriend?” She broke the silence. 

I clenched my jaw, sensitive about this particular subject. 

“Y/N, you know how I feel about-” 

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together for 1 year and 8 months, and you still haven’t labeled me as your girlfriend. Are you embarrassed to be with me because I’m younger, or shall I say a little girl ?“She began to remove herself from my grip but I refused by pulling her back tightly to my chest before lifting up her face by the chin, forcing her to look at me, blinking away the tears that dared to fall.

“I love you. Don’t ever say I’m embarrassed of you. You’re my everything.. Lover, partner, soulmate, girlfriend, hopefully wife.” I gave her nose a soft peck watching her lips curl into the smile that I adore so much. 

“Really? Wife?” She attempted to hide her smile with her hands before I grabbed them. 

“Yes. Really.” I gave her lips one more longing kiss before she snuggled up to my chest. 

“I love you more, Batsy.”

Writing Harry Potter fanfic without reinforcing unconscious antisemitism when you write goblins or Snape

Hi, I have a question about writing fanfic of source material with questionable/ offensive aspects. I’m writing Harry Potter fanfic and am unsure how best to deal with antisemitic undertones in both the goblins and in Snape (esp his physical appearance). I’m not jewish.

I tried researching goblins in general, and the approach I came up with so far is to remove the connection of the harry potter goblins with gold/ gringotts. In my fic they have other jobs, professions and roles besides that, and humans work alongside them in the bank. I got rid of negative descriptions like “swarthy”, untrustworthy etc, and while not really going indepth (they’re not the focus) hinted at them having their own culture not revolving around gold or treasure, but with their own traditional clothing and art.

I wonder if this is a good approach, if there are other things to be aware of or pitfalls to avoid. I’m not trying to portray goblin culture to resemble jewish culture in any way btw, but will rather have human jewish characters. 

The second thing I’m struggling with is Snape. I don’t think Rowling intended either him or the goblins this way, but he comes across as a negative jewish stereotype and I feel unsure of how to change this. Since he is such a central character, I feel less like I can completely disregard canon or make him unrecognizable. I also don’t feel like just changing his physical appearance would help at all? Doing that might only reinforce the idea that there’s something ‘wrong’ with his features. So far the only thing I could come up with is not to portray features like his hooked nose or oily hair in a negative way or as a sign of bad personality traits. I’m honestly at a loss though. – Sorry this got so long!

First of all, for anyone who isn’t aware of what OP is talking about, it’s not that JKR deliberately set out to poke us in the eye with her money-babysitting goblins and hook-nosed Snape. It’s built into English folklore this way, so much so that she most likely didn’t realize why her knee-jerk idea for what those characters should look like was informed by centuries-old garbage. So I’m not blaming her, and this is a warning that you don’t have to be deliberately racist to accidentally perpetuate harmful tropes.

Moving on to the answer: 

>> the approach I came up with so far is to remove the connection of the harry potter goblins with gold/ gringotts. In my fic they have other jobs, professions and roles besides that, and humans work alongside them in the bank

I have a question for you. Why was it easier to create entirely new goblin canon than distance them from Jewishness ? I mean, I don’t know about you, but even if goblins are upstanding citizens who save puppies and help old ladies cross the street on the daily, always do the dishes after every meal, and never misgender their friends, the word ‘goblin’ is not something commonly thought of as beautiful or heroic. It’s a GOBLIN. So if this were me I’d move in a “goblins are not Jews” direction instead of trying to turn them into ugly little heroes. (This is advice specifically for gentiles, by the way. I know several Jewish fans who like to try to reclaim, for example, Tolkien dwarves. It can be very validating–from within. And for people who aren’t me. :P )

Ways to distance goblins from Jewishness and anti-semitic tropes in general:

  • First of all, fix the noses. We as a society decided that having your nose turn down at the end makes someone monstrous and unhuman. Can we not? That’s just silly. So give the goblins either all kinds of noses including snub noses and pointy noses and uninteresting noses, or give them something totally inhuman like a Pinocchio nose.
  • If they follow polytheism in any way that’ll help drive them away from Jewishness. A goblin pantheon, etc.
  • Having human Jews in the story is the best way to make it clear your goblins aren’t Jews, IMO. Especially if they have the same “meh” reaction to them that the gentile human characters do.

I mean, trying to make them independently cool is not a bad goal, I’m just saying that it doesn’t necessarily make them seem less Jewish because let’s face it, tiny and ugly is one of the negative tropes about us even when we’re awesome and I just plain don’t want to feel ugly when I wake up in the morning!

>> will rather have human jewish characters.


By the way, if this seems like way too much work – if you leave goblins out of your fanfic entirely the fact that JKR uses them won’t make your fanfic antisemitic. Does that make sense? Like, yes, the source material is problematic, but it’s also okay to completely ignore the goblins entirely within the scope of your fic. Unless you really need them there for plot reasons.

>>  Since he is such a central character, I feel less like I can completely disregard canon or make him unrecognizable. I also don’t feel like just changing his physical appearance would help at all? Doing that might only reinforce the idea that there’s something ‘wrong’ with his features. So far the only thing I could come up with is not to portray features like his hooked nose or oily hair in a negative way or as a sign of bad personality traits. I’m honestly at a loss though. 

The Snape answer is easier.

Don’t talk about those particular physical features. Does anyone reading HP fanfic not already know what Severus Snape looks like? There really isn’t a reason to mention his nose in a fanfic.

If you also show him being his usual douchecanoe self to Jewish students in addition to all the gentile MC’s, that would be cool–and another thing you could do is have him deliberately go out of his way to be a douche to a Jewish student in an antisemitic way like, if a muggle from a more observant background is ooked out about having to touch pig parts for a spell he could make fun of her and she could defend herself or one of the others could reassure her she’s okay and he’s just an ass to everyone. I mean that would make it super obvious he’s not us. But you don’t really have to do that.


Koev Halev

This was meant to be a steamy smutty Nessian shower sex fic based on a headcanon @nessiansmut came up with and somewhere along the way it took a dark turn and became angsty Nessian sad sex. I apologise. Enjoy! 

Koev Halev (Hebrew) = identifying with the suffering of another so closely that one hurts oneself, that one’s heart aches. 
She could see every emotion he was feeling written clearly on his beautiful face. She could feel every emotion he was feeling and it broke her heart when she realised that he wanted to help her, that he had an unwavering conviction that he could help her come back from this dark place she was in. It broke her heart to see that even after all he’d witnessed he didn’t understand that there was nothing he could do to help. There was nothing no one could do to help. She was too broken, too damaged, too far gone to recover. She was hopeless. 

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TAGS: smut, angst, sad fic, depression TW

The house was shaking. Cassian jolted upright in bed as he felt the bed shuddering beneath him and heard the weapons displayed on the walls clanking together loudly. He was completely disoriented for a few seconds before his training kicked in and he stood up and surveyed his surroundings. He would have thought it was an earthquake, had he not smelt the tangy scent of magic in the air, had he not felt a powerful tug on the string tied to his ribcage which instantly told him what was wrong. Nesta.

He quickly pulled on a pair of trousers, opened his door and strode towards her room on the other end of the hallway, catching a few trinkets which were about to fall off the shelves on his way. Elain poked her head out of her room, her eyes wide.

“What’s -” she started but stopped as she realised where Cassian was heading.

He said nothing as he passed by her. He opened the door to Nesta’s room and the magic hit him square in the chest like a blast of cold air. He could feel her terror so strongly down the bond now that for a second he felt as if he were stuck in her nightmare as well. Three long strides was all it took for him to be at Nesta’s side on the bed, gripping her shoulders in an attempt to rouse her. Her whole body was shaking and her skin was slick with sweat, plastering her hair and her thin nightgown to her slim body. The moment he touched her, Nesta started thrashing and muttering a broken string of ‘No’s. Her face was crumpled in despair and it broke Cassian’s heart to see pure, undiluted fear so clearly etched onto her features. The house was shaking more violently now, the wooden floors groaning and squeaking and Nesta’s magic had turned the air heavy and thick, almost unbreathable. From the corner of his eye, he could see Elain, still standing in the corridor, worriedly watching everything.

“Nesta,” he said gently but not quietly, her name a prayer on his lips. He received no response other than a broken wordless cry that escaped past her lips at the sound of his voice. She continued to thrash but her hands found his forearms and gripped his flesh with all her might. Not to push him away – he realised, but to anchor herself to him, as if he were a lifeline and she was trying not to drown.

“Nesta!” he shouted more desperately now. A wave of Nesta’s magic crashed around them, knocking objects off the nightstand and shelves and slamming the door but it didn’t touch him. She went utterly still beneath him, but her face looked just as agonised, her body paralysed by whatever horrors she was experiencing and her hands still gripped his arms, knuckles now bone white. “Nesta,” he pleaded cupping her cheek. “Nesta.”

He brought down his mental shields, the ones Rhys taught him how to control and groped for that bond between them. He wasn’t a daemati and the bond was a fragile, feeble thing that he knew Nesta was still unaware of so he couldn’t reach her mind but he tried his best to send comforting, calming waves toward her. You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re safe. He repeated the words to her in his mind like a mantra until at last, with a breathless gasp, Nesta opened her eyes.

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Kwami swap: An Adrinoir Story?

I had a very bad day today so I decided to give up on life’s responsibilities and write some totally indulgent (marichat? Ladrien?) sin.

@squirrellygirlart made fanart for this Here

So for the Kwami Swap I have Marinette with the Chat Noir miraculous and her name is Kitten Noir and things get heated with her and Adrien.

So I’m thinking I might make some headcannons for this version of the kwami swap so let me know if you desire more from this universe! Seriously though I have thought a lot about what Marinette would be like with the Chat Noir miraculous.

WARNING: SIN SIN SIN AND MORE SIN!!!!! not for young innocent eyes. No smut.

Marinette had transformed into Kitten Noir and gone out for the night in order to clear her head. She hadn’t intended on running into any problems that night. Unfortunately for her what seemed like an easy job turned into a real big fucking problem. She had stopped the men mugging the woman of course but in the process she had gotten a little injured. She groaned as she vaulted onto the next rooftop pain shooting up her side. Okay a lot injured. She stumbled as she landed on the next rooftop. She looked around her, perspiration dotting her forehead. She was too far from home. She wasn’t going to last much longer without some help. She spotted the Agreste Mansion close by. If I could just make it there, she thought, maybe Adrien has a first aid kit, or could get me some help. The injury wasn’t enough to warrant a hospital visit but if she continued running through the city like this she could lose a lot of blood or tear the injury in her side farther open. Marinette grit her teeth together. If she could time this just right she might be able to make it in a single jump. Taking a deep breath Marinette ran towards the edge of the building pulling out her baton and vaulting off the rooftop extending it as she reached the height of the vault. Marinette thanked the gods above that Adrien’s bedroom window was open. She crashed through the open window and sprawled on the floor wheezing in pain. The movement probably did more damage to the injury than Marinette was counting on.

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anonymous asked:

bleu!!!! imagine this!!!! keith comes back one day and he sees matt and lance being all flirty with each other and he's like really jealous so he stops talking to lance to give them space and he's pouting even more than normal if thats possible, so lance goes check on him and they confess to each other and its kinda angsty but its very soft

imagined it. fun to write! enjoy!

Keith’s eyes follows every move and the unsettling feeling inside him only grows when the pair in the middle for the training room share a laugh as Matt pulls Lance off the mat after he successfully flipped the brunet over in their match.

Okay, was that extra tick of holding hands necessary?

There’s a swoosh sound near him and Keith blinks in surprise when Pidge shouts terrified next to him.

“What, what¡?” he asks, looking around for a possible danger, tightening his hold on his Marmora’s blade in the process but Pidge only flinches away from him, hand over her chest as she takes deep breaths.

“Keith, for fucks sake, control your damn blade!” Pidge shouts, her eyes losing their fear as she glares at her teammate, “That thing almost poked my eye out!”

Keith blinks at the accusation before his eyes look down to his hand, fully expecting a small knife but instead meeting his full formed Marmora’s blade, the curve at the tip close to his tigh.

“Oh, shit! Pidge, I’m so sorry!” Keith winces, shaking the blade for a tick, trying to turning back to its small size and sighing in relief when it finally does, “I am so so sorry, Pidge! I didn’t even realized -“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re sorry.” Pidge waves him off, a small sigh leaving her lips as she sits back on their bench slowly and wipes the sweat running down her forehead with her towel, “I thought you said that you had this thing under control? Didn’t Kolivan’s training work?”

Keith shakes his head, eyes inspecting his knife slowly. “No, no, it did, but it activates whenever I’m having strong feelings over something? So, it’s hard to control that sometimes.”

Pidge arches an eyebrow at the statement. “Strong feelings? What the heck does that -”

“Guys! Are you okay?”

Both teens turn their head towards the new voice. Lance and Matt make their way towards them, a concern look on both of their faces.

“Pidge, are you okay?” Matt asks, looking her over quickly before sighing in relief at no signs of injury.

“I’m fine, Keith just surprised me with a knife move, I guess.” Pidge shrugs nonchalantly.

Keith still winces guiltily. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, dude.”

“Well,” Lance starts, cocking his hip to the side, “I think Matt and I also deserve an apology because you two messed with our groove just now.”

Matt nods, arm resting against Lance’s shoulder casually. “Heck yeah, man! I was kicking his ass.”

“Uh, no, excuse you, Mister, but I was sweeping the floor with your butt!”

“Well, I don’t know about ‘sweeping’ but there was definitely staring,” Matt jokes, wiggling his eyebrows in an over dramatic way to be seductive and it makes Lance to snort.

“Says the one who whistled at this masterpiece!” Lance laughs, point at his butt and Matt actually leans back to look at it before he nods in approval.

“A very nice butt, yes.”

Pidge rolls her eyes, teasing at the edge of her tongue until there’s a familiar sound and this time it’s Lance’s shriek that echoes around the training room.

“Keith! Quiznak, control your damn blade!” Lance shouts, jumping on his spot and taking cover behind Matt when Keith’s knife turns into a full sharp blade, the soft purple on it glowing like a pulse.

“Heh, cool.” Matt whistles, leaning closer to have a better look of the blade, “That was awesome! How does it work? Does it activate at will or does it work like with a button or?”

“Uh, no, no, it activates on….um, emotions I guess.” Keith answers awkwardly, frowning when his blade takes a second longer to go back to its original form.

“Cool.” Matt nods, eyes still inspecting the small knife.

Pidge frowns, eyes staring right at Keith before falling on his knife and then looking at Lance and Matt together.

It clicks.

“Oh,” Pidge breaths out, “Ooooh!”

The three men look back at her surprised, Lance being the only one to arch an eyebrow at her in confusion. “Pidge -?”

“Matt, I need your help as in right now, with something techny whatnot back in Green’s hangar,” Pidge cuts him off hurriedly, grabbing her brother by the wrist and pulling him along, “Come on now.”

“Uh, Pidge, what -?” Keith starts but blinks in surprise when Pidge spins back at him.

“Keith, you are jelly, as in jealous -”

Lance chokes. “He’s what ¡?”

“ - so I’m just protecting everyone’s eyes by doing this. So, uh, yeah, fix it and control your blade.”

“You are what¡?” Lance shouts, eyes falling on Keith while the teen’s eye twitches in annoyance, his free hand raising as if to choke from afar Pidge’s neck.

“That little sh -”

“Keith! Focus!” Lance slaps his arm, ignoring the surprised yelp from his teammate, “What does she means?”

“Nothing!” Keith squeaks, looking bewildered at his own voice.

Lance just blinks at him, eyes narrowed in suspicion before he hums, leaning back to stare at Keith in deep thought. He rubs his chin casually before he claps his hands and slowly takes Keith’s knife from him.

“Yeah, okay, excuse me, I’m just gonna grab this,” Lance nods in approval when Keith finally lets go of the blade, frowning confused but not making an effort to stop Lance’s action, “And I’m going to leave it right here on the bench because I don’t want to get stabbed by it.”

Keith looks alarmed. “Why would you get stabbed by -!”

“Because of this.”

Keith gasps but the sound is quickly tuned out when Lance’s lips are pressed against his own. It takes him a tick, maybe two, for Keith to finally relax at Lance’s slow and soothing moves.

He reaches out, one hand on the back of Lance’s neck and the other one holding Lance’s waist tightly, bringing him closer and almost groaning with pleasure when Lance hums contently at the action.

A heavy but pleasant warmth starts pooling inside Keith’s chest before Lance’s lips leave and Keith tries to chase them, a small whine leaving his own when Lance only laughs softly.

Keith blinks his eyes open, looking dazzled but happy. Lance smiles back at him, a playful eyebrow raised in question.

“Yeah,” Keith breaths out, “Yeah, it was a good idea leaving the blade on the bench.”

Lance’s laugh is cut off when Keith launches himself forward to reconnect their lips.

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Hi hi there!!! Just wanted to write something fluffy and different to take a break from angst!! To the wonderful Nonny who sent this in, forgive me- I changed a couple of them to not all be in the shower… I started writing them in one sitting and this is what I saw, my apologies… 

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Flames (Peter Parker x Female Reader)

Request: Hey honey! How are you? Can I have an imagine that you are the youngest avenger and in love with your friend peter parker? when he figures it out he distants himself cuz he likes liz. but with new scholarship program jean (your bff) and pietro (your ex) comes to the tower and something blossoms again between pietro and you so Peter becomes jealous and finally realizes his feelings? I would really like to read that so pls?? <3 Love you!

Word Count: 1,796

A/N: decided to try out Peter’s POV for this one and honestly I kinda loved it ngl. Hope you enjoy!! -Claire xx

Originally posted by over-et

“Oh, god, Y/N, how many times can I embarrass myself in front of her?” I run a frustrated hand through my hair.

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes. “Calm down, Peter. You knocked over a book.”
“I knocked over her book!”

“And then you picked it up, like a gentleman, and said sorry-”

“I stuttered, like an idiot, for fifteen minutes.”
“It was thirty seconds. I was there.”

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The one where Harry meets the Missus

He dated a bit during his late teens and early twenties, but he never found the person he was looking for. He found girls who wanted him for his physique, name, lifestyle, and some who were genuine but could never figure out how he liked to be loved. He was the affectionate type but with his work schedule, it became difficult to show physical love to his significant other. Harry found ways to show them that he was thinking of them by sending them texts throughout the day to know he was thinking of them, making sure they ate, or were comfortable during tough weeks. It seemed that after a while, they became bored and in the end he was left broken hearted; just like this last time.

He was a person of routine on his days to himself in London town: up by 7am, ate a light snack, run, shower breakfast, work, and repeat. At least, that’s what it has been like the past few weeks and he had grown tired of it. Harry decided to get back into running through the neighborhoods to change things up rather than in the confines of a stale, smelly gym. Working out was his therapy when things got to be too much and he needed the time to focus on himself and his well-being. Running from his home in Hampstead right into Primrose Hill was his favorite route. There was character in London. He loved seeing the little ones and their parents walking to school, the opening of his favorite café where he could choose his own mug, and the delicious smell of bread in the bakery near his home.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago when he had his Aha! moment siting in that very café looking out into the colorful homes that lined the street adorned with vines of blooming flowers where realized he had been looking for love in all the wrong places. He needed to fall in love again with himself and the life he built rather than in a person. In his journal he wrote “Finding love within myself, in friends, family, and through experiences rather than forcing companionship. The one will come. Give it time” with a latte stain adorning the top of the page. So he waited, and ran, and worked his bum off, waiting for her to show up.

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Money Well Spent.

Request - Could you maybe do a SUPER fluffy Happy/Pregnant!Reader one with Happy being super protective and all around involved with the pregnancy to the point the guys want to hit him if he tries to show off his Old Lady’s belly pics ONE MORE TIME??? Kozik being godfather and crying/threatening lives would also be awesome (though I know this is a LOT)

I’ve never been pregnant so I apologise if I got anything wrong, and for it being so short. I also included the baby being born but I can always rewrite it if you don’t like it! - Red_w00dy xoxo


Groaning as you climbed out of the car, you slowly made your way towards the clubhouse with one hand pressed against your aching back and the other resting on your swollen stomach. You were eight and half months pregnant with your first child and were calling in to see your Old Man, Happy, on your way home from the hospital. Much to your surprise, Happy had been more involved with the pregnancy than you’d expected. You’d assumed he’d take a laid back approach to the whole situation but you couldn’t have been more wrong. He came to all your scans with you, spent all his free time decorating the baby’s nursery in anticipation of its arrival and constantly went out of his way to make sure you were comfortable. You couldn’t ask for anything more, he’d been perfect ever since the pair of you had found out you were expecting.

“Y/N, what are you doing? Come on, let’s get you sat down!” Kozik exclaimed when you entered the building, rushing to escort you over to the couch where Gemma and Tara were sat deep in conversation.

“I can’t wait to get this baby out of me, I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired in my entire life” You yawned, relaxing into the soft leather and smiling at Gemma who had began to run her hand over your large stomach.

“I can’t wait either, I’m so excited to meet my godson for the first time” Kozik grinned, perching himself on the edge of the pool table. Ever since you and Happy had asked him, he’d made it his mission to be the best godfather he could be.

“What makes you think it’s going to be a boy, Blondie? For all you know it could be a girl” You enquired, raising an eyebrow at your husband’s best friend and smiling when you felt your baby kick inside of you.

“I have to agree with Kozik, Y/N, you’re definitely having a boy. I’m even willing to bet money on it” Gemma interjected before Kozik could reply, dropping a ten dollar bill on the table as Tara and Kozik did the same.

“You’re all gonna be shit out of luck when I give birth to a beautiful little girl then, aren’t you?” You smirked, adding to the small pile of notes in front of you. Happy would kill you if he found out you were betting on the sex of your unborn child again.

You continued to argue about the baby’s gender for another hour, maintaining that you were going to be having a girl, not a boy. The conversation soon turned to Happy becoming a father, the other two women coming to the conclusion the baby had no hope of being normal with Happy as the child’s father and Kozik as it’s godfather. You pointed out that Abel was fine despite having grown up around Happy and Tig of all people. Tara simply replied that they had only ever left Abel alone with Tig once, and had decided never to do it again after Abel had returned home wanting to grow up to have as many girlfriends as his Uncle Tig had. You made a mental note not to leave the baby with Tig when it was born, deciding that having Kozik for a godfather would be enough craziness for the child.

“All I’m saying is that I’ve already seen the pictures today, Hap. I didn’t mean any offence by it” Juice rolled his eyes as the guys entered the room, referring to the maternity shots that Happy liked to carry around everywhere with him.

“You saying my girl isn’t beautiful or something, Ortiz?” Happy growled, clutching a photograph in his hand and blissfully unaware of the fact you were stifling your laughter in the corner.

“She’s stunning, hottest pregnant chick I’ve ever seen!” Juice stuttered, backing away from the Tacoma Killer with a fearful look in his eyes. “I just mean you could show someone else instead, maybe someone that hasn’t seen them a million times”

“Good luck with that, Juicy,” You laughed from where you sat, attracting the attention of the members of the MC. “He’s shown them to everyone, including the mailman, the guy that came to fix the boiler, the old lady that asked to borrow some sugar…”

“Why do I not find that hard to believe? You should have seen Romeo’s face earlier, I thought he was going to shoot himself when Hap started telling him about your birth plan” Jax chuckled, the guys seating themselves in various chairs around the room.

“You told a guy you barely know about me giving birth? What were you thinking?” You scolded, motioning for Opie and Bobby to pull you out of your seat so you could storm over to where Happy leaned against the bar.

“Thanks a lot, brother,” Happy muttered under his breath, moving to rest his hands on your bump when you finally reached him. “All I said is that we weren’t having an epidural if we could help it”

“And you think that’s something you say to someone that you’ve met on a handful of occasions? You’re ridiculous, Happy Lowman” You shook your head in disbelief at your man’s actions, covering his calloused hands with your considerably smaller ones on your pregnant stomach.

You both fell silent when Kozik mentioned the bet behind you, your face indicating your embarrassment as Happy shot you an amused look. All the guys voiced their own opinions of what you were going to be having whilst adding ten dollar bills to the pile. Bobby, Juice, Opie, Jax and Clay agreed with Gemma, Tara and Kozik that you were going to have a boy, leaving Chibs, Rat, Tig, Phil and Piney to support your firm opinion that it was going to be a girl - a little SAMCRO princess as Tig had expertly put it.

“It can’t be a girl,” Kozik frowned, directing everyone’s attention to where he was standing. “I don’t want to spend my final years chasing guys away with Happy. They’re called the golden years for a reason”

“Tough shit, ” Happy growled, resting his hands on your hips when you turned around to face the rest of the room. “If it is a girl, all of you better be prepared to scare any potential boyfriends away”

“Happy, we’ve talked about this” You sighed, resting your head against his chest and allowing your eyes to flutter shut, feeling his lips press softly against your forehead.

“I don’t care, babe. She’s never going to have a boyfriend, not if I have anything to do with it” He replied gruffly, tracing circles into your hips as you fought back the urge to sigh at his behaviour.

“Our daughter will be allowed to date whoev-” You snapped before a sharp pain in your stomach cut your sentence short, followed by a damp feeling in your underwear and water trickling down your legs.

“Babe, what is it?” Happy quizzed frantically, moving to stand in front of you and stare down at the floor where a puddle of water had began to form on the ground by your feet.

“Hap, my waters have just broken” You breathed, his eyes widening as Gemma immediately took control of the situation. She sent Happy to go grab the bag from his dormitory, threw her car keys to Kozik so he could drive and beckoned Tara to come help her lead you outside.

“Oh fuck, what are we supposed to do?” Kozik panicked, helping you into the back of the car with Tara as Happy jogged across the lot. “Happy, do you have everything? You got your toothbrush? Y/N’s toothbrush? The baby’s toothbrush? Wait, the baby won’t have teeth… will it?”

“Kozik, just shut the fuck up and drive me to the fucking hospital already!” You screamed when another wave of searing pain coursed through you, causing you to grip Happy’s hand in an attempt to block out the pain.


Nine hours later you found yourself gazing fondly at the baby girl in your arms, Happy perched on the edge of the mattress with his arm draped around your shoulders whilst smiling down at your newborn daughter. Tufts of black hair poked out from underneath the little pink hat she wore, her big brown eyes that resembled Happy’s so much staring up at you both. You couldn’t fight the overwhelming amount of love you felt for the newborn. You looked up to meet Happy’s gaze, nodding at him to signal that you were ready for him to bring in the MC that you knew were waiting outside the room.

“Guys,” Happy grinned when they entered, waiting until they had all come in before he spoke again. “I’d like you to meet the newest member of the family - Isabella Sofia Lowman”

“That’s a beautiful name” Tara commented, both her and Gemma pushing through the crowd of men to stand next to you and look down at the baby in your arms.

“We named her after Happy’s Mom and my Aunt Sofia” You informed them, nodding your head towards Kozik to come forwards so that he could meet his goddaughter.

“I don’t want to drop her,” The blonde fretted when you handed her to him, stray tears falling down his cheeks when he caught sight of her properly. “She’s gorgeous. Hey Hap, we’re going to have trouble keeping the guys away from this one”

“You’re telling me, I’m going to have to send her to an all-girl’s boarding school or something” Your husband joked, moving to stand at his best friend’s side and gently brush his hand across Isabella’s cheek, Kozik rocking her gently in his arms.

“Oi Kozik,” You said after a couple of minutes, blue meeting brown as he raised his head to look at you. “You owe me ten bucks”

“Best ten bucks I ever spent”

Originally posted by lowmans

Originally posted by soaronmywings


Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Request: “A Finn Balor where he wants to label their relationship and she wants to keep things the same. She isn’t dating anyone else but hates the pressure. a little angst-y turned sensual? loved the Seth Rollins - Relapse tone you did!”

A/N: Smut on a Sunday? I’d literally have it no other way. 

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Language

Word Count: 6,266

“Yes, and try to ignore all this blood on the floor. It’s just this heart on my sleeve that’s bleeding”

Cold as the winter morning were the tiny fingertips he felt trailing along the side of his neck. In the dry heat of the Houston sun, it was almost therapeutic to feel her press softly against the blossoming bruise she had left on the skin above his heart. 

He knew she loved doing this; waking up before him and tracing over all the little bites and licks she’d left across his pale skin from the night before. She was a painter and his skin was always her favorite canvas; at work and in the bedroom. 

The low hum that emits from his throat as her lips leave feather-light kisses down his stomach lets her know that he’s starting to wake. She pauses once she hears him, lips hovering over his smooth skin, and giggling quietly before continuing her venture. 

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anonymous asked:

Can u do an imagine where Harry is your fest friend but he has a job as a sex doctor and you don't really have sex a lot because every time you do it's sucks to one day you where complaining about it so he try's to make moves on you so you will have sex with him?



It always made Y/N feel a bit uncomfortable when she would be over at Harry’s house while he was studying.

Not in the sense that she felt like a dead weight because he was too busy to converse with her (she understands how hard it is to have to concentrate on reading while someone’s blabbering away so being set aside for a little while didn’t make her upset at all) but it was rather the subject he studied that made her feel squirmy.

Harry had taken an interest in sexology his second year of uni, resulting in plenty of papers scattered around his room with color detailed diagrams of the male and female anatomy along with other slightly disturbing images floating around on the opened pages of his textbooks. Y/N found it awkward to see her best friend hunched over a picture of an anus as he mumbled and pointed at different parts to try and memorize them for a test.

Maybe she just hadn’t reached her full level of maturity yet, but it felt a tad odd nonetheless.

On this particular night, she sat on Harry’s bed across the room from where he was, swaying her feet over the edge.

He stands in front of a two-by-two laminated poster that shows– with precise imagery– the entirety of the male reproductive system. His arms are littered with neon colored sticky notes that contain hastily written names of the different genital parts, which he is pasting to certain areas of the picture.

Harry’s biting on the pad of his left thumb as his eyes flit across his studying material, deep in thought. His shoulders slump slightly and he turns towards Y/N, looking utterly defeated. “Do you, by any chance, happen to know where the Bulbourethral Gland is?”

She looks up, a small laugh leaving her lips. “Do I look like I would know that? Last time I checked, I had a donut, not a banana.”

Harry sighs as he turns back to his work, aggravation lacing the gesture. “Didn’t think so.”

“Shouldn’t you know this? You have one.”

Harry shrugs, his back still towards Y/N, and chuckles. “You know how forgetful I can be.”

“That’s true.” A memory of Harry forgetting Y/N’s birthday last year surfaces in her mind and she rolls her eyes even though he can’t see it.

She had been quite upset because she’d been hinting at him about a week prior about how “a big day is coming up” and how she “couldn’t wait to see what was in store for her.” She’d even dropped an obvious bomb, saying how she was wondering what her parents would send her for her birthday. Apparently the statements had gone right over his head because he had said happy birthday only right after Niall did, looking at her with wide, shocked eyes.

I’m so sorry I forgot, Y/N! I swear I had it marked on my calendar but it wasn’t there!

She’d gotten over it eventually, right after he had taken her out to her favorite frozen yogurt place, gave her the biggest cup he could find and told her to fill it to the brim with whatever she wanted. It had been a pretty great late birthday gift.

“Hey, how’s Astronomy coming along?” Harry hums, ripping her from her memory. He props his elbow on the arm he has resting across his chest and sets his chin on his knuckles as he eyes another section of the web of glans inside the penis. He sways ever-so-slightly, shifting from foot to foot as if trying to make up his mind about something.

Y/N shrugs, huffing. “It’s more math than anything, really. It’s annoying. I thought I’d be studying about exoplanets and wormholes, not wasting my time calculating how many lightyears away the farthest galaxy is.”

Harry throws her a side glance, a small, jeering grin gracing his lips. “A bore, then?”

“Understatement of the year.”

He lets out a heap of chuckles as he picks a bright purple sticky note from his elbow and slaps it near a flab of skin that connect the base of the pictured erection to the testicles. “I’ll look that up later but it’s my best bet.”

Y/N pushes herself off his mattress and makes her way over to stand next to Harry, her eyes dancing across the labels, suddenly curious. “What got you interested in this stuff in the first place?”

Harry lulls his head in her direction, teething the corner of his bottom lip. “You really wanna know?”

She nods eagerly, wanting to know what was going through her best friend’s mind when he had checked the course off on his registration form.

He leans closer to her so that his lips are barely brushing the shell of her ear, the warm air that puffs from his mouth making a shiver slither down her spine.

Harry speaks his words low, as if what he was about to divulge was something no one outside of their close vicinity could hear. “I was shit in bed.”

Y/N blinks, than turns her head so abruptly their foreheads bump. Harry jerks back an inch, flutters his eyes, then focuses back on his friend.

She narrows her eyes at him, then bursts out laughing. “Are you serious? You took this class so you could learn how to make a girl come?”

Harry shrugs, his lips pursing into a bashful smile. “I needed some help and I thought ‘Why not make a career out of it?’ Sexologists are doctors and doctors get paid good money. You’d be surprised how much people are willing to pay to learn how to fuck someone senseless.”

“Wow. So you based the rest of your life off of sex?”

“Sure did. And after a while, I actually grew to like it. I enjoy seeing how peoples’ bodies worked and how everything seems to fit together. I find it interesting, just how you find space interesting.”

Y/N looks back up into his willow jade eyes and chokes on her inhales, the intensity behind them rendering her speechless.

His gaze flits back and forth between her eyes and lips, his tongue poking out to wet his own, his brows furrowing slightly as he utters his next words in a seductive hum, talking leisurely. “And I love the fact that I can now walk into a room knowing I can make every single girl in there come four times in less than twenty minutes.”

She can feel a lump lodge itself in her throat, her voice coming out unusually high as his eyes pin her in place. “How nice.”

Harry breaks their stare down, throwing his head back and roaring with laughter. “See? Wound you up a good bit, didn’t I?”

Y/N swallows the weight in her windpipe, huffing. The shift in mood had hit her like a brick. “Shut up.”

Harry continues to laugh, wrapping his arms around her torso and locking her in place as he playfully rubs his knuckles against the top of her head.

“My sex life isn’t exactly that great, either.” Y/N mumbles absently, remembering all of her failed attempts to climax during sexual encounters.

“Really?” Harry sounds surprised, which only makes her feel worse.

“Yeah. It fucking sucks.” She grumbles, crossing her arms across her chest.

“No shit.” Harry releases her, making his way over to his wooden desk. He glances up at her, a sideways smile creeping across his face. “You know, you could give me a try, if you’d like.”

Y/N stiffens up, the words catching her off guard. “A try?”

“Yeah,” he removes the remaining sticky notes from his arms, winking at her. Y/N gets the feeling he won’t be going back to studying anytime soon.

She doesn’t respond as she watches him set the bundle of tiny papers on his desk, then proceeding to stretching out his back by lifting his arms above his head. His t-shirt lifts up to reveal his navel, a dark trail of bristly hair disappearing under the waistband of his underwear, which clings to his hips under his jeans.

Y/N feels like the air around her has gone stale and it suddenly becomes harder to breathe. She looks up to see Harry’s face wearing an expression of mild amusement, his limbs dropping to cross back over his chest.

He begins to walk towards her, his stride confident and seemingly predatory. “A little test drive.”

“A test drive?” Her voice trembles with a hollow scrape.

“Mmhmm. A bit of–” he unfolds his arms and bends them next to his sides, thrusting his hips forward several times as he rolls his eyes back into his head, letting out a long, high-pitched moan.

The action makes Y/N’s face helplessly flush.

Harry’s now standing before her, softly pushing her back towards the bed with his body.

“I-I’m not sure about this, Harry…” She trails off as he gives her one last shove, toppling her over onto the plush cushioning of the pillows and comforter.

“I am…” Harry’s voice has taken on a somber, hungry tone, his darkening eyes zeroing in on the spot where her thighs meet. It’s as if he were undressing her even though he hasn’t touched her clothes; the sensation makes her hands quiver.

He kneels in front of her, pressing the palms of his hands against her knees until they separate. Harry positions himself in between her legs, his nose brushing her’s.

Large hands trail up her back and into her hair, tangling themselves in the disheveled strands. His eyes lock on her own, offering himself up as a gift.

“Let me.” He whispers, gently kissing the edge of her mouth. “Please, Y/N, let me.”

Her eyes flutter as his sensual touch travels onto her leg, the hand that isn’t wound into her hair taking its time to coast up her thigh. He squeezes her roughly, watching her body writhe under his influence.

“I don’t…I–” Y/N’s strangled words get cut off as Harry’s plump, hot lips touch the pulse on her neck, suckling the skin with a desperate need.

“Are you sure you don’t want to?” His words press into her delicate skin, tempting her to give in. “Because I really, really want to.”

She can’t take it anymore– his words, his touch, his aura. Everything is piling on and Y/N can feel herself splitting at the seams.

“Wanna feel you, baby girl.” Harry drags his mouth up to her jaw and lays kisses on the structured flesh. Y/N can feel a triumphant smile spreading across his features as his lips stretch against her cheek.

He knows she’s done for.

She’s trembling and can’t stop– can’t control her body now that he’s bent her all out of shape. Y/N’s composure has completely melted away and it takes everything inside her not to crumble before him and beg for him to fuck her.

She can feel his body moving between her open legs and it takes her a few seconds to realize he’s rutting himself against the mattress, tiny breathy gasps sucking up the tense air around them.

His lips are claiming the skin along her collarbone, making his way to the other side of her neck.

“If you don’t accept now, it won’t really make a difference for me. I’m close already, sweetheart.” Harry pants, mockery lacing his sentences.

A deep, booming groan digs up from the gravel in his chest, the end turning up into a high whimper. “S-So close, Y/N. Daddy’s so close.”

Her brain finally kickstarts and her body is moving before she can register what is happening. Harry ends up splayed across the spot on the bed where she was sitting moments before, his jeans low on his hips from all of the humping.

“You’re a fucking prick.” Y/N growls as she quickly unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his tight jeans, yanking them down his thighs with untamed desire. “I fucking hate you.”

Harry tilts his head back as he laughs– a croaky, teasing sound that resonates up from deep within his stomach.

“You have some fucking nerve.” She snaps, letting his pants pool down and off his ankles as his legs hang off the edge of the mattress. “I could just stop right now, you know? Walk out and leave you here, hard and horny as fuck without anyone to relieve you. It’ll teach you not to use your stupid sexology shit on me.”

“Yeah, you could.” Harry reaches over for a couple of pillows and stacks them behind his neck and back. He’s elevated enough so that he has a proper view of Y/N, on her knees in front of him, with her hands fisting the fabric at the sides of his boxer briefs. He crosses his arms behind his head, his lips tugging into a lob-sided grin. “But you won’t– I know for a fact you won’t. Wanna know why?”

Her glare doesn’t change but he decides to go on anyways.

“You won’t because you want it just as much as I do, if not more. Right now, you’re in a very sensitive stage of arousal known as plateau, and there’s no way you’re turning back now. Your senses are heightened, your throbbing down there, and you’re basically horny as hell. You won’t leave until you get something out of this, whether it’s my pleasure or your own.” His tone is so logical and matter-of-fact that it makes Y/N seethe in silence.

However, he is correct. There’s no getting out of it now.

“I fucking hate you.” She repeats, reaching her fingers inside his undergarment and tugging him out.

Pre-come dribbles from his swollen tip and it bubbles down the sides of his shaft, collecting at his base. Harry sighs softly as she holds him– heavy and pulsing– in the palm of her hand, her eyes large in awe.

He chews at his bottom lip as he scoots closer to her, spreading his legs open wider, inviting her in. Her other hand reaches up and her thumb massages his engorged balls, a low rumble rolling up from his throat.

His expression is so controlling and haughty that she wishes nothing more than to slap it right off his face, but the churning in the pit of her stomach demands more attention.

“Alright. Whatever you say, baby.” Harry’s fingers tighten in her hair, emphasizing how he’d come out victorious. “Now take Daddy’s cock and put that pretty little mouth to good use.”


A/N: Weyhey! Thanks for reading ;D sorry for any buggy typos and as always, ALL THE LOVE! x

– Andrea :-)

part II


Archie rummaged through the old cardboard boxes in the corners of the garage. A deflated football and a few children’s books were all the young Andrews had found so far. Until his thin fingers brushed against a book. He pulled out the dust covered object and brushed it gently. The familiar logo of the school was printed on the front. This could only be his father’s yearbook. Archie opened the hardback eagerly. Searching for familiar faces. 

He saw Hermione, Alice, FP and even Hal until his eyes finally spotted Fred Andrews, with a full mop of hair and eyes that glistened even through a photograph. Next to his father, however, was a girl with a name he recognized but not a face. Blossom.

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Monsta X reaction to another guy sending looks or staring at their girlfriend

A/N: IM BACK GUUYSSSSS! Lol, I’m sorry for not posting for the past few weeks. I hope you guys enjoy this!! credits to the owners for this gif.

requested by anon!


Originally posted by dazzlingkai


You were waiting for Shownu, oblivious enough to notice the stare of some dude right across your table. Tapping your feet on the floor, you glanced around, only to make eye contact with the dude, who gave you a creepy smile. Just in time, Shownu arrives and sees the dude right away. He passes you your drink and excuses himself.

Babe, here’s your drink… Excuse me for a sec..”

You followed him with your eyes and see that he warned him without any hesitation. The dude gulped down a big amount of saliva before leaving the cafe in a hurry.

What did you do?”

I nicely told to him to piss off. *smiles widely at you*”

Originally posted by kihqun


Wonho kept on staring at the guy who continued to give you looks. You, on the other hand, was busy blabbering about something that you’ve notice or heard of. Wonho, at first, let the dude off the hook since he thought that he was looking at someone else but after a couple of glances, he was right that he was looking at you. Having enough of the dude, he glares at him and notices that it barely affected the dude so he looks at you and smiles.

Babe, I’ll be right back, okay?”

You weirdly look at him and nod. By the second Wonho stands up while angrily looking at the dude, the dude whimpers and scrambles off before Wonho could even reach him. You’re actually confused since he went back to sit beside you.

Okay…. I thought you’ll go get something or go to the washroom?”

“Oh, I changed my mind. Where did we stop?”

Originally posted by yoonjih


Lee Minhyuk, this boy was literally quick on his feet. The two of you were happily eating when this dude decides to wink at you. At first, Minhyuk was confused if the dude winked at you or at him since the two of you were looking at the dude. The two of you decided to brush it off and continued to enjoy your meal when you nudged him and told him that the dude continued to give creepy looks. Minhyuk didn’t like that. He literally didn’t like the thought of some dude giving his girl the looks.

When Minhyuk was walking towards him, a lady went towards the dude who was giving you creepy looks and smacked him on the head with a bag. Actually, he was caught by his girlfriend. Minhyuk was left there, dumbfounded if he should give the dude a word or just go back to your table.

Originally posted by kihqun


Coming out from the bathroom, he sees this dude walking up to you and decided to give you some creepy looks, trying to hit you up. You looked uncomfortable as you tried to fidget your way out of that situation. Kihyun, on the other hand, was really sensitive that day. His blood boiled but he kept it cool. Walking towards the dude, he leans in and places a hand around the dude’s shoulder. His ears were red like a monkey’s butt and you felt sorry for the dude who was going to face the wrath of Yoo Kihyun.

Oh, are you hitting on my girlfriend?

“What do you mean, your girlfriend?”

The moment those words left the dudes mouth, you could see Kihyun’s hand tightly gripped on to his shoulder with a smile. The dude fell on both of his knees before asking forgiveness. Kihyun removes his hand and the dude hurriedly scrambled on to his feet and left.

Originally posted by j00h0ney


It has been weeks since the two of you last seen each other. Meeting up at the cafe near their company, the two of you chatted before buying a cup of coffee for each other. In the midst of your chat, Hyungwon noticed some random dude who kept on looking at you. This literally bothered him. Hyungwon didn’t think twice and immediately looked at him and glared.

Do you want to die?”

You were startled by what he just said and followed his gaze, only to see a dude sweating really hard. Hyungwon was about to stand up when the dude stood up and bowed at the two of you before leaving the cafe.

The nerve of that punk… Tsk, why are you so pretty, huh?”

“What do you mean? -,-”

“Nevermind. Next time, you’ll be wearing a face mask with me okay?”

Originally posted by hyungnu


The two of you were busy looking at Earthenware Jars for the soybean paste and red chili pepper paste that the two of you were going to make the next day. When you were busy looking at the jars, Jooheon noticed the young lad, who was assisting the two of you, kept on staring at you. Jooheon gawked at the young lad and actually threw a fit.

Seriously, seriously? Wow, you still have the audacity to stare at my girlfriend when her boyfriend is just right behind her?”

The young lad became flustered and immediately excused himself. You sighed at Jooheon and gave him a look. Jooheon, being Jooheon, pouted and started to whine.

But babe… he was staring at you. Awww…. babe don’t give me that look. Huhuhu he was staring at you and I just… can’t stand here and continue to let him look at you.”

Originally posted by kittyminhyuk


Changkyun left you for a moment to go get some banana milk. Once he successfully got his banana milk, he skipped back to the aisle that you were in when he noticed the dude, that was standing a couple of meters away from you, continued to look at you. He places the banana milk on the cart and blankly stared at him. Well, he was confused at first.

Why is he still there? Wait… .why is he staring at [y/n]? Changkyun continued to ponder on the question when he finally realized why the dude was staring at you. Changkyun would walk up to the dude, leaving you dumbfounded.

Excuse me, I know my babe’s freaking gorgeous and all, but can you stop staring at her before I poke your eyes out of its socket?”

First Meeting (Happy Mother’s Day)
Requested by Anon: canon missing scene where the Evans’ meet James and like his charming mischievous personality more than Petunia’s newest conceited beau Vernon (and Lily’s weird childhood friend Severus Snape).

Eliza Evans was perfectly content with her life and everything in it.

She had a wonderful husband who loved her very much. She lived in a small town where the neighbors were kind and generous. She had little but needed nothing thanks to her two girls. Out of everything in her life, Eliza was thankful for her baby girls. Eliza felt lucky to get to call two special girls like Petunia and Lily her daughters.

Petunia was the eldest and the textbook example of a devoted daughter. Petunia was always focused on becoming something to someone. Eliza knew that Petunia was a carbon copy of her in looks, minus the brown hair from Mr. Evans. Petunia carried Eliza’s looks well, always being the most fashionable one in the Evans’ household. It was no surprise to Eliza when Petunia grew up and left Cokesworth to attend a discounted typing course in London as soon as she’d saved enough money.

Petunia was quite capable on her own after eighteen years and Eliza didn’t worry even though Petunia was miles away in a big city. Petunia shared a flat with another girl in her class and barely scraped by on the bills but she made it very clear she had no intention of coming back to Cokesworth.

Eliza’s oldest daughter was drawn to the urban normalcy of London, a stark contrast to her little sister who thrived in unpredictable fantasy.

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Stay (part 4)

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

Pairing: Sam X Reader
Summary: God tells Sam and Dean that they do, in fact, have soulmates out there.
Warnings: angst and fluff, sad sammy. This chapter mostly focuses on Dean, but I promise you guys are about to get so much Sammy.
A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to post this, I hope you all like it!
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Dean traipsed into Sam’s hotel room with a giant grin on his face, ready to tell his brother about the amazing kiss he’d had with Vivienne. His eyes scoured the hotel room, before falling on a very upset looking Sam. This wasn’t Sam’s usual upset look. Sam had a mix of pain, sadness and anger in his face. His eyes were red like he’d been crying or maybe he’d had too much alcohol? Every good feeling Dean had recently felt was replace with a fear he couldn’t shake. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write a Trimberly story, even a short one where one of the girls is getting dressed up and asks the other "can you zip me up?"

Thanks for the prompt! Sorry this took so long!

Cop/Lawyer AU - there’s nothing that hints at it as much, but that’s where my mind was.

Trini isn’t a morning person. It’s not a secret; her mother spent most of her life telling her how much of a pain it was getting her up in the mornings, and Kim doesn’t shy away from rolling her eyes and telling her to go to bed early. Trini has never been one for listening, though, so every morning she makes it a habit of shoving Kim awake, trying to get her to turn off her blaring alarm, huffing as she nuzzles her face into her pillow because, of course, Kim is a deep sleeper and needs the alarm to be loud enough to wake up the whole building.

“I’m up.” Kimberly grumbles at her, smacking her hand on the night stand as she looks for her phone. It takes her a few seconds before the alarm is off, and Trini makes a show of sighing loud enough before tugging the blanket up to her neck. Trini groans when she feels the blanket being lifted behind her. She readies herself by making sure she’s got a tight grip on it, but is surprised when she feels her girlfriend scoot up behind her, a long arm curling around her waist as Kimberly nuzzles her nose into Trini’s neck.

The room goes quiet for a few minutes, long enough for Trini to feel her eyes growing heavier. She sighs in content and lets herself lean back against her girlfriend, grabbing Kim’s hand and cradling it against her chest. She’s so out of it that she misses the signs of Kim getting up, so she groans when she feels the cold air hit her back. 

“Come on,” Kim says with a small chuckle, and Trini’s tempted to just flick her off and bury herself in her blankets, but she settles for letting out a loud groan. She doesn’t get up until she hears Kim shuffling out of their bathroom, and then she somehow finds the will to get up and make her way towards the bathroom, almost tripping over her own feet as she tries to figure out what she’s supposed to do for the day. Once she’s out - a deep frown sketched on her face after getting shampoo in her eyes - the smell of coffee hits her senses and she feels her mood somewhat picking up. After almost poking her eyes out with one of the hangers, she’s successfully dressed for the day and makes her way into the kitchen, her lips twitching when she sees the black mug waiting for her on the counter. 

“Sugar?” Trini asks without looking towards Kim, lifting the mug to her nose and breathing in the scent, sighing with content.

“Yup.” Kim answers and Trini doesn’t hesitate before taking a long sip. She smirks when she sees Kimberly shake her head, a small chuckle escaping her lips when Kim just seems to let out a small, “how?”

They shuffle around each other for a few minutes, Kim finishing their breakfast while Trini cleans all the dishes Kim keeps dropping into it. Trini scrunches her nose when Kim drops a pan with leftover oatmeal in it, a small chuckle brushing behind her ear as Kim leans into her, pecking the curve of her neck.

“Gross.” Trini says, scrunching her nose and shaking her head before letting the stream of water hit the pan. 

“Breakfast’s ready, babe.” Kim announces, laying two plates on the kitchen island. Trini scrubs quickly at the pan and gives a small satisfied huff as she puts it on the drying rack, satisfied with the empty sink. It doesn’t last long before Kim places a few more things into it. “Sorry, I’ll do those later.”

“No you won’t.” Trini says with a small pout. She misses Kim’s eye roll as Kim grabs her wrist and tugs her towards the kitchen island, shooing her towards her chair. Trini huffs but takes her seat, nonetheless, ignoring the small puff of laughter that seems to escape Kim’s lips as she lets her legs swing. She doesn’t understand why they had to get such high chairs. 

“Oh,” Kim says after a few seconds of silence, “can you zip me up? I can’t reach the zipper on this shirt.” 

Trini spins in her chair as she nods her head, chewing on the mouth full of food. She wipes her hand on a napkin and grabs at Kim’s waist, smiling at her before turning her around, tugging her closer until the taller woman was standing between her legs.

“You look amazing by the way.” Trini says as she lets her hands run up Kim’s side. Kim bats at her hands when they seem to curve towards her breast, and Trini can’t help the chuckle that escapes her lips. Trini quickly does her zipper before letting her hands wrap around Kim’s waist, her head resting against the taller woman’s back, taking a moment to just remember the feel of the other woman in her arms, her fingers itching to pull at the hem of her shirt in search of smooth skin. Kim turns in her arms before she gives in, though, and simply pecks her lips, her thumb brushing against Trini’s cheek.

“Thank you.” Kim says, running her her fingers through Trini’s hair, cupping the back of her neck and tugging her forward slightly, their lips meeting in a small kiss. Trini hums and smiles before she tugs Kim a little closer and deepens the kiss, her arms circling around the Indian woman’s waist.

“Anytime, Princesa.”

Santa Baby - Luke Hemmings

Originally posted by fvesos

Luke’s leg was bouncing as he sat on the plane, parked at the terminal waiting for the pilot to take the fasten seat belt sign off. He wanted nothing more than to get off the plane and into the arms of his girlfriend that he hadn’t seen in four months except over Face time and Skype, which clearly isn’t the same thing because you can’t kiss through a camera. It had been the longest ride of his life, both physically and emotionally, but the end result would be worth it, especially when he saw her beautiful right in front of him, eyes bright, kissable lips…

The light flicked off, Luke quickly standing, bags already ready as he made his way down the aisle standing in front of the stewardess bouncing on the balls of his feet trying to calm himself down. “Anxious to get home?” she questioned smiling at him, eyes running over the length of the boy’s body, Luke oblivious as he smiled nodded quickly.

“Haven’t seen my girlfriend in four months. I’m really excited,” he responded, the girl’s face dropping slightly as she tried to keep a smile on her face. Luke wasn’t ugly, and he knew it, but he also had the girl of his dreams waiting for him at the end of that tunnel and right through customs.

“Well, she must be really great if you’re this excited to see her,” she said, Luke nodding quickly as the door opened. He quickly sped off, walking as fast as his long legs would carry him down and out through customs. It wasn’t a quick process, getting his passport checked and let back into his home country, but it was quicker than when he was trying to get into London. He stepped through the double doors instantly being attacked by his two older brothers, Luke dropping his bags hugging them back tightly hoping they let go just as quick as they hugged him.

“Lewi’s home,” Jack teased being the first to pull back, Ben pulling back next as Luke’s eyes scanned the crowd, a frown coming to his face.

“She’s not here, Luke.”

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