Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the
requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was
wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained
relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and
that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe
they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free
to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)
Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm
denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease
Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda,
who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in
return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.
i thought of a good analogy to explain to non-autistics / people without sensory issues why light touches are so uncomfortable to me
you know when you walk into a few strands of spider’s web? and you immediately panic and rub at your whole body because all your skin – not just the skin that you know for sure got web on it – feels suddenly vulnerable, and even after you think you’ve gotten all the web off the feeling lingers and it makes you on edge and anxious and like your skin isn’t safe anymore?
that’s what light touches, those too-lose hugs and quick brushes of fingers or fabric, feel like to me: they make my whole body feel like it’s not safe, like i need to scrub it all off and press deep into the bones to be okay again
Summary:When you confessed to Richie, you got the expected response, but that doesn’t mean it hurt any less. Not even a week later he decides to talk to you, not so subtly jealous about you spending time with Ben. Things sort of…escalate from there.
Warnings:Cussing andKissing. (oh no, not kissing! *parents screaming, children crying, Ohio catches on fire*) This is a request. DON’T HESITATE TO SEND IN REQUESTS. (Don’t send in like 50 tho. I still need sleep.)
“Can I t-talk to you.”
Richie stops laughing at Stan and, still giggling, turns to you. “Yeah, what’s up?”
You glance over Richie’s shoulder to see Beverly shoot you a thumbs up. “I’ve been, well- It was Beverly’s idea! But for a while now…” You stumbled over words, trying to soften the embarrassing blow of ‘I have a crush on you’.
“I like you!” You blurt, deciding to get it over with. “I l-like you as more than a friend.”
There’s a moment of silence in which you count the seconds that painfully tick by.
One. Richie’s mouth opens and closes, you can see his eyes dart to the other boys. They’re whooping and hollering, pushing him and giggling like idiots.
Two. You can feel the headrush hit you hard, along with waves of nausea.
Three. Teasing smiles stay on the boys’ faces, but Beverly’s melts off. She knows. She knows what’s going to happen.
Four. Richie’s ears turn fire hydrant red as you grow pale and faint. His eyes once again scan the boys, who continue to tease without mercy. You close your eyes, wishing they’d stop. There would be nothing to celebrate.
it's my birthday can you write some headcanons -a person who really likes reading your headcanons
ahhh happy birthday!!
allura at her first diplomatic meeting: freshly shined crown, perfect posture, winning smile
allura at her hundredth diplomatic meeting: [walks in right after battle with dislocated shoulder] “hey so wanna join our alliance”
coran knows slang and curse words from all over the universe
would it be unethical for pidge to just stick a tracker on shiro?? hunk?? he’s disappeared twice, it’s kinda shaping up to be a trend-
lance: “attention!!” keith: “what now lance” lance: “i don’t know, i just need attention”
lance and hunk were those kids that always chose each other first when they were team captains in gym class
in most cases it wasn’t even favoritism?? they’re very strategic boys
hunk: “pidge is small and good at hiding, which would make her tough to hit. you have like killer aim though so you’re my top pick for sure dude” lance: “dude same? your quick trigger finger is a major advantage and-” keith: “what are you guys talking about??” lance: “our fantasy laser tag teams for when we get home duh. anyway-”
keith: “it’s time for plan b” pidge: “we have a plan b?” keith: “no but it’s time for one”
A quick Nimura from this afternoon. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve drawn anything and I feel really rusty, but I’ve somehow managed to hurt my hand from drawing previously. Trying to ease back into it.
for sale: cursed puppets. will stalk you obsessively and seek your approval through murder. ignore them and they will threaten those closest to you. offer them validation and they will continue to kill. DO NOT feed after midnight.
“Y/N! Just the little
ray of sunshine that I wanted to see” Lucifer called out in a low,
flirtatious tone as you entered the throne room, locking his eyes
onto you as a smile spread across his face. He lounged comfortably
with his elbow resting on one arm of the throne and his leg draped
over the other, a position which only he make look both lackadaisical
regarded, approaching him with a stack of papers in your hands.
Swinging his leg back
over the arm of the chair, he rested both feet on the floor and drank
in your figure, a thousand thoughts dancing quietly behind his eyes.
A quick flick of his fingers sent the papers you were holding sailing
to the other side of the room, scattering them to the ground with no
regard for their importance.
“Come here” he
propositioned, patting his leg as he beckoned you closer with a
gesture of his head.
Your eyes drew wide for
a moment as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth, trying to
vain to suppress the smile that threatened to bloom across your face.
Feet gliding towards him on their own accord, you approached the
throne as he held out his hands, finding yourself within his grasp
faster that you would have guessed.
He patted his thigh
again, eyes half-lidded as he slid his fingers around your forearm
and pulled you gently closer. You turned to sit yourself down on his
leg, feeling like one of those children nervous over a mall Santa
Clause. It wasn’t until he halted your turn, snatching your other arm
to keep you facing him that you realized what he wanted.
Not one to disappoint,
you brought your one knee up to rest beside his thigh, hoisting
yourself up to straddle him on his throne. You dragged your lower
half over his lap as you settled yourself atop him, sliding your
fingers up his chest to lace them behind his neck.
“You have a meeting in
twenty minutes, my lord” you purred at him, chest heaving from
excitement as you felt his length beginning to stiffen under you.
His expression darkened,
eyes flashing red as his fingers ghosted up your sides.
Request: Um…hi… I was wondering if you could do a BTS reaction, where they got drunk and you had sex… I would like to see their reaction the next morning. I hope whatever I said makes sense… I love your blog btw. ❤
A/N: Thank you for the request (sorry it took a while)
here's a prompt where instead of neil getting hurt in a game, it's andrew
this turned into fluff????? mark this down on the calendar, guys, because I never turn angst into fluff at least not like this
Neil isn’t on the court when it happens, so he sees every second. It’s not the first time a team got it in their heads that the way to win the game was to sacrifice a striker in order to take down Andrew. But it’s the first time they’ve decided to sacrifice two strikers and a defensive dealer.
Andrew gets the ball out of the goal and then braces for the impact of the striker. If it had ended there, Andrew would have been fine, brick house that he is. But the other striker, in a blatant foul, rams into Andrew as well, and then the fucking defensive dealer piles on as well. Whistles blow and the buzzer goes off, calling the game to a halt as red cards are thrown and the referees make their way onto the field.
Neil is on his feet and running without remembering to tell his body to move. Wymack and the referees try to stop him, but Neil ducks and shoves past them. The other players are already on their feet, but Andrew is still on his back, racquet laying a foot from his extended hand.