“i’ve actually got some advice, as a tumblr old™ who’s been here since 2012… you are under no obligation to continue following and interacting with someone who makes you uncomfortable, guilt trips you, or only RPs on their terms. selfish people continue to be selfish because others don’t have the strength to tell them off, but if you’re no longer having fun RPing because of a person, BLOCK THEM. You’ll be much happier, I promise. Conversely, NO ONE IS OBLIGATED TO RP WITH YOU. Thank you.“

Relaxation Techniques

A/N: Request for @calirindo. Jax imagine where his Old Lady is stressed so he gives her a massage and a happy ending. Smut warning. Here you go lovely!

“Babe, you gotta relax.” Jax said, rubbing his hands up Y/N’s bare back.
“I’m trying, I just can’t stop thinking about all those reports that need to be written, all the meetings I’m supposed to be running.”
Between club business and Y/N’s work schedule, Jax had missed her. This was the first night in a week that he’d gotten to see Y/N. He had insisted on no shop talk, just a quiet night in, promising her one of his back massages.
Y/N had excitedly agreed, but was having a hard time switching off.
“Why don’t you quit?”
Jax let Y/N turn so she could see him, sitting back on his legs.
“You hate this job. It does nothing but stress you out, you’re hardly home and when you are, you’re in work mode. I’m not saying it’s your fault, I’m just worried about you.”
Y/N smiled up at him, and Jax brush a strand of hair behind her ear.
“So, what, I just quit? And then what?”
“You could spend time with your family. I miss you. Abel misses you. Shit, even my mom has been worried, asking if you’re okay.”
A streak of guilt washed across her face, and Jax leant down, resting on his hands, kissing her softly on the cheek.
“I have more than enough money to cover us. If you want to, get a part time job, get another full time job, work at the clubhouse. Hell, stay home and study to do something you actually want to do, then you’ll get to spend plenty of time with Abel.”
Y/N sighed, nodding her head.
“I just don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped working a job you hate when I wanna give you every opportunity to do what you love.”
Y/N smiled at him, before reaching for her phone and opening her work email.
Jax rolled his eyes, watching as Y/N typed away. After a few minutes typing, Jax grabbed the phone.
“Seriously? Are you actually wor-” Jax started, stalling when he began to read.
I advise that I will be resigning as of two weeks from the date of this email. Thank you for all the opportunities you have given me and I-
Jax read what Y/N had written, smile spreading across his face.
“You’re sure?” He asked, handing her back the phone.
Y/N kept typing, finishing the email and sending it, putting the phone back on the bedside table.
“As serious as sending in my resignation.” She smiled up at him, rolling back over on her stomach.
“Now, where were we?”
Jax resumed massaging into Y/N’s back, his hands working on her tense shoulders.
“You still thinking about those reports?” He asked.
“I’ll probably be thinking about those reports until I’ve officially left.” Y/N chuckled.
In a quick motion, Jax moved from his position beside Y/N, knocking her legs apart and kneeling between them. Grabbing her hips, he pulled them up to meet his, smacking his hand against her ass cheek.
Y/N yelped, her cheeks flushing red to match the red mark on her backside.
“I think it’s gonna take more than a massage to take your mind off work.” He said, rubbing over the now fading mark from his hand.
Y/N groaned, slowly grinding herself against Jax. She arched her back and Jax bit his lip, the visual and sensation driving him wild.
Grabbing the base of his cock, he slid the tip between her folds, teasing her centre. He leant forward, still pressed against her.
“What are you thinking about now?” He whispered in her ear.
“I’m thinking about you, slowly pushing inside of me.” Y/N whispered back, a slight pant to her voice.
Jax grinned, easing himself forward, Y/N gradually taking all of him in.
“Mmm, just like that.” She purred.
Jax picked up the pace, the sound’s of Y/N’s moaning driving him on.
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop…”
Y/N’s hands gripped the sheets, burying her face in the pillow, her moans becoming muffled.
“No way, darlin’, I wanna hear you.” Jax said, moving the pillow away.
“Ahh, Jax, I need you…”
She stroked his ego with her words as he stroked her with his fingers, expertly circling around her clit as he thrusted.
As she got closer to her release, Y/N clenched around him, bringing Jax closer to his.
He gripped her hip harder, slamming into her now, the coil in his stomach tightening. Jax felt himself slipping over the edge, unable to contain himself as Y/N continued to call out to him.
“Babe, ahh!” Jax grunted, completely buried inside of her as he came.
“Jax!!” Y/N bucked against him, her leg shaking through her comedown.
Jax lay down next to Y/N, pulling her down on to him, wrapping his arms around her.
“Relaxed now, darlin’?”
“I’m so relaxed, I’m thinking of calling in sick for the next two weeks. I never want to be that stressed again.”

My Promise

Summary: The Reader made herself a promise, and she makes one to Jared too.

Characters: Jared X Reader

Word Count: 1908

Warnings: oral sex (male receiving); smut with feelings

A/N: This is a request for @sea040561 It’s so much romantic fluff and smut!

The man sitting on the bar stool next to you was gorgeous. He had a smile that was sexy but could be childlike when he laughed. His eyes were a beautiful mix of grays, blues, and greens with a touch of gold. They were focused on you now. His voice was deep, gentle, masculine but soft. It was easy to listen to that voice and lose all track of time. “How long have you been in Austin?”

“A little over a week. My boyfriend invited me down. You gave him a flirtatious smile. “I decided to check out this bar. They say some actor owns it.”

He took the last sip of his drink and signaled to the bartender to bring you each another. “Boyfriend? Does he know where you are tonight?”

You brushed your fingers along the side of the glass in front of you. “Not exactly. I told him I was going to go out and take a look around the town. He likes my independence.”

He smiled showing off some amazing dimples. “I bet he does. He should be careful though. You’re too beautiful to be in a place like this alone.” His slid his hand down the bar closer to yours. Those eyes. They had gone completely gray. The dim lighting did everything to make them look seductive. “Haven’t you seen all the men who are checking you out? I hope your boyfriend isn’t the jealous type.”

You turned toward him. “He isn’t at all. He’s understanding, kind, and accepts me the way I am. That’s why I’m falling in love with him.”

There was a pause, and he stared at you intently before continuing the conversation. His voice was slightly lower when he said, “Why don’t we get out of here? Would you like to go back to my place?”

You felt the warmth of his large hand resting on your waist as he guided you across the room. A valet brought his car around to the front of the building. He opened the door for you and gave you his hand to help you get settled inside. He made his way around to the driver’s side, and as soon as he was in he said, “Can I kiss you now?”

This was the exuberant, can’t hold it in another second part of him that always made you smile. This time was no exception. You laughed and reached for his hand. “Yes, Jared, you can.” He leaned across the console and slid his hand underneath your hair. His other hand was still holding yours. He gently pulled your bottom lip into his mouth as he kissed you. He sat back and brushed his thumb across your lips where he had just kissed you.

His eyes were watching you intently like he was memorizing your face. He had moved his thumb from your lips and was now brushing a line up your check. “I’m glad I can do this.”

"Jared, honey, you probably should drive now. Pretending not to know you was fun, but I like this better.” You placed your hand on his knee and slowly moved it up his leg to the top of his thigh where you left it.

He shifted in the seat. “You expect me to drive this way?”

You were certain your eyes were twinkling when you smiled. “I do. It’ll be worth it; I promise.” You moved your hand a little higher to touch the bulge in his pants. A moan escaped his lips. You began to rub him through the thin fabric. “I’ll stop if you want me to.” You licked your lips as you said it. “Keep your eyes on the road, Jared.” You felt him get hard as you stroked him until he was completely rigid.

You could see he was fighting not to toss his head back and close his eyes. “Oh, God. Y/N. I don’t know if I can hold it. I feel like a kid.”

You kept up the steady stroking. He had grown to his full and impressive length. “You don’t have to hold it, Baby. Let go for me.”

"Y/N,Y/N! I’m going to come in my pants.”

You reached for his zipper and pulled it down, reaching inside and into his boxers to free his erection. “You don’t have to do that.” You took him into your mouth sucking and licking around his tip. It only took four or five bobs of your head before you felt him spurting his hot ropes of come into your mouth. You continued to suck and kiss him through his orgasm. You kept him in your mouth a few seconds longer then tucked him back into his pants.

"Jared, I need to feel you inside me. How much longer until we get to your house?”

"Soon. It’s going to be soon. I’ll make sure of it.”

"Just don’t get a ticket, okay?” The corners of your mouth turned up.

"A ticket? Are you serious? I absolutely don’t care about a ticket.”

When you got to Jared’s house, he couldn’t get you up the stairs fast enough. He picked you up in his arms and took the steps two at a time. His bedroom was at the end of the hall. You felt like you were in a movie as he swept you through the door and lay you tenderly down on the bed. Your hands went for the buttons on his shirt; you wanted to feel his skin. He helped you with the buttons and flung the shirt back off his shoulders.

He leaned down over you taking your mouth with his and twisting his tongue around yours. You let your hands knead into the muscles on his shoulders. His hand eased up under your skirt. He pushed your lace panties to the side and started rubbing your clit while he kissed you. “Do you like the way that feels, Sweetheart?”

"Yes. Yes, Jared! Don’t stop!” You arched into his hand.

He took your earlobe between his teeth nibbling on it. “Don’t worry, Beautiful. I won’t stop unless that’s what you want.”

"I want it. I want you.” You raised your hips up off the bed. He got the message and pulled your panties down your legs, slipping your shoes off before he came back up to kiss you again. You grabbed handfuls of his hair. You loved that it was long. He put his hand between your legs again teasing your opening with his fingers. You were already wet, and he slid two inside. He started pumping them steadily.

He let out a slow breath. “You are so tight. The way you clench around my fingers. Lord!” You took his belt in your hands and unfastened it. It slipped easily through the loops. The button and zipper were next. You pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips. He was fully hard again. His fingers found your g-spot, and his thumb circled your clit. He thrust his pelvis against you seeking some friction. His mouth was over yours again kissing you with a building passion.

"Jared, Jared, Jay!” Your climax was so intense your whole body was shaking. “More, Jared. Get my clothes off. Just you. All of you. Nothing between us.” You weren’t even sure you were making sense.

He pushed his pants and boxers the rest of the way off and rid himself of his socks and shoes.You raised up so he could lift your dress over your head. He reached around you and unhooked your bra. He looked at you taking in every inch. For a second you wanted to cover yourself; his gaze was so intense, but this was Jared. “You are gorgeous, Y/N. I don’t think you have any idea how beautiful you truly are.”

He kissed you again, soft and gentle this time, building to reveal the need he felt for you. His body fit over yours. You wanted him so much; you opened your legs to show him. “This is okay?” He asked with the softest expression in his eyes you had ever seen. You answered him with a nod and an equally soft smile.

He lined up with your entrance and started to push inside. When he met with resistance, he stopped and sought your eyes. “Y/N?”

You smiled with tears in the corners of your eyes. “Do it, Jared.” He brushed your hair off your forehead. His eyes never left yours as he pushed deeper into you. He entered you slowly giving you time to adjust to the feel and size of him. When he was all the way in, he held still. You wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders. You wanted to feel him closer, feel protected by him. He held you the way you wanted completely enfolding you in his embrace.

He finally started to move. The stretch burned at first but turned into pleasure soon enough. Your breathing was rapid and ragged. You heard him whisper in your ear, “Are you okay?”

"Yes, yes. It’s good. You feel good.” Your voice was broken. You could feel another orgasm building deep inside you, and this one felt different. The faster he thrust, the better it felt. He was so deep. The deepest thrusts were bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He kept up a steady rhythm. Your walls began to quiver around him, and then your orgasm erupted in a tremendous wave. “Jared!” You screamed in a whisper, and he came with you.

He held you close as your breathing calmed whispering “I’ve got you” and running his fingers through your hair. After a few minutes, he asked; “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You hesitated keeping your eyes focused on the hair on his chest. You couldn’t look at him. In the quietest voice you said, “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

He raised his head and tilted your chin up so you were looking at him. “Did you think you couldn’t tell me?” You saw tears glistening in his eyes. “Y/N, I love you, and I’m not saying that because this happened. I’m not saying it because you let me take you to bed. I’m saying it because I want to wake up in this bed, or in Vancouver, or Seattle, or Rome, or wherever the next convention is and have you next to me. Your smile is the last thing I see before I go to sleep. I’d like for that to be real. I’m saying it because you’ve shared some of the best times of my life with me, and you’ve been there to hold my hand through some of the worst. You know the mistakes I’ve made, and you still accept me for who I am. All you want from me is me. I don’t expect you to say it back; I just wanted you to know.”

You kissed him and let your forehead rest against his. “Jared, I swore to myself I would never let a man touch me who I didn’t love. I haven’t. That’s your answer. I love you too. I was afraid of scaring you away with too much.”

"You can’t scare me, Y/N. The only thing that would scare me, other than losing my kids, is not having you.”

You settled your head on his shoulder. You could hear his heart beating. “You have me, Jared.”

Tags: @nothin-after-79 @jotink78 @tom-is-in-my-tardis@raimie77 @pain-of-artifice @percussiongirl2017 @fangirl1802@roxy-davenport @mogaruke @sea040561 @bea789@untitled39887 @emptywithout @27bmm @jensen-jarpad@ginamsmith @wheresthekillswitch @notnaturalanahi


An updated one for the nice anon!

Spa Day
Coming Out as Bi
Endearment Terms

All the Dream Stuff I Wrote (Because Apparently I Hava a Thing for That):
Sweet Dreams
Loving Nightmares

These are Short:
Burning Jealousy
Cold Memories
Make Me A Future
Silver Braids
Gross Misunderstandings

These are Not (They're Long-ish):
A Maximoff Christmas
Die To Save You
Hurt For Fun

This One Is Long:
Angel With A Shotgun

These Have Trigger Warnings, Proceed With Caution:
Till Death Do Us Part - Cancer
We Don’t Have To Talk - Abuse/Assault
Drowning - Abuse/Assault

carry on, darling, we were built to last

Kissing was still weird, Yuuri decided as he kissed his fiancé back.

His fiancé.

His fucking fiancé.

How did that even happen?

Yuuri still had trouble believing that it was all real. That Victor Nikiforov, the Victor Nikiforov, the same one Yuuri had nursed a crush on since, like, forever, was currently wearing a golden ring on his finger. A ring that Yuuri himself had put there with slightly trembling fingers.

How did he even get the guts to do that?

“You’re thinking too much again,” Victor, the same Victor, his fiancé Victor complained, pressing his mouth softly against Yuuri’s as if he was trying to pull him back into the mood, but Yuuri was too–

“I’m sorry,” he replied, blushing sheepishly. “You’re just very distracting.”

It made Victor grin, a little crooked smile that looked simply stunning on his face. Victor’s cheeks were delicately flushed and his eyes sparkled warmly with love and delight. How did Yuuri get so lucky? He remembered everything that happened during the last year, but even now, sitting in Victor’s lap, with Victor’s thumbs rubbing slow circles into his hipbones, Yuuri felt a little like Cinderella.

Was it close to midnight yet? Would he have to leave the ball, leave this happiness when the hands of the clock meet?

“I’m flattered, love,” Victor murmured, kissing the corner of Yuuri’s mouth again and Yuuri couldn’t help the way it twitched into a smile under his lips. “What’s so distracting about me now?”

Yuuri choked on his laugh a bit. “How about everything? Ever? Have you met me, Victor?”

Victor chuckled as well, pulling Yuuri into himself until Yuuri was almost lying on top of his chest. Victor’s nose gently touched Yuuri’s, their foreheads leaned together, a tender caress that melted Yuuri’s heart and made his eyes suddenly grow hotter when all the love and affection hit him hard.

“Of course I have,” Victor said. “Best night of my life.”

Yuuri groaned. “The banquet is taboo, we talked about this.”

Victor made a face at him, like a kicked puppy, and Yuuri only had to take one look to reach out and push Victor’s cheeks up into a smile with his fingers. They both laughed.

“Fine,” Victor said. “How about China then? That is another best night of my life.”

Yuuri shook his head in slight exasperation. “How many best nights do you have?”

“Well, let’s see,” Victor hummed, counting out. “There’s the banquet, okay, okay, I’m not saying more! Then the China Cup, and Barcelona. Oh, Barcelona!” He sighed, his mouth a happy, heart-mouth smile that made Yuuri blush. “That proposal was spectacular. And then you went and won silver, talk about best nights, huh?”

Yuuri mumbled something under his breath, but Victor only grinned at him and let it slide, asking instead: “What about yours, Yuuri?”

He didn’t have to think about it. He really didn’t.

“I was twelve,” Yuuri said immediately, watching Victor’s eye lose the spark for a moment when he realized it wasn’t about their relationship. Yuuri smirked a little. “It was the night I watched the junior skating championship for the first time. And there was this one skater that just took my breath away.” Yuuri smiled fondly at the memory. “I couldn’t fall asleep at all that night, my heart was beating so fast. So I googled that skater and watched all of the videos available just to see him again.”

“Wow, that sounds like quite a night,” Victor smiled at him. “Is he the reason you took up skating?”

“Mostly,” Yuuri agreed. “He’s my inspiration, my motivation, my guiding star, you might say. And, hopefully soon, my husband, too.”

He grinned, even though his cheeks were stinging red – it was embarrassing to say out loud.

But Victor’s reaction was worth it: the surprise on him looked stunning, and Yuuri would never get over the rush in his veins at the heartbeat of pause in Victor’s breathing before a high keen left his lips. It was no wonder Victor based his performances around the emotion. It was quite addicting, Yuuri had to admit.

“Yuuri!” Victor cooed, crushing Yuuri in his arms. “You should’ve told me sooner!”

“Like you didn’t know,” Yuuri snorted into Victor’s neck, wrapping his arms around his shoulders comfortably. “I know you found my stash of posters one day, Mari told me.”

Victor wasn’t contrite at all. In fact, Yuuri could feel the grin pressed against his head.

“Oops,” Victor said. It only served to make Yuuri snort again.

They stayed close like that for a long, comfortable moment, before Victor slowly pulled back and tilted Yuuri’s chin to make their eyes meet. Blue against brown, both meltingly warm and full of love.

“You’ve spent so long chasing after me that it’s only fair that I chase after you for the rest of our lives,” he said, but Yuuri shook his head at him with a tiny smile.

“Why chase, when you’ve already got me?” he asked.

And when Victor leaned in to kiss him again, it was no less weird than before. But it was their weird and in a weird, completely silly way that Yuuri couldn’t have explained even if he tried, that made it just perfect.


“The serum amplifies everything that is inside, so good becomes great; bad becomes worse. This is why you were chosen. Because the strong man who has known power all his life, may lose respect for that power, but a weak man knows the value of strength, and knows… compassion.

Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man.”

My wife’s the reason anything gets done.
She nudges me towards promise by degrees.

She is a perfect symphony of one.

Our son is her most beautiful reprise.

We chase the melodies that seem to find us

Until they’re finished songs and start to play.

When senseless acts of tragedy remind us

That nothing here is promised, not one day

This show is proof that history remembers

We live through times when hate and fear seem stronger

We rise and fall and light from dying embers,

Remembrances that hope and love last longer.

And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love, cannot be killed or swept aside.

I sing Vanessa’s symphony, Eliza tells her story.

Now fill the world with music, love, and pride.


Lin Manuel Miranda

Happy Pride Month!! 🏳️‍🌈💘


The one that was promised || The one kissed by fire