stick it to him real good

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Dating Dallas Winston would include…

- Sleeping over at Buck’s

- The gang thinking you are just another Sylvia at first

- Earning Dallas’s trust and respect

- Only calling him Dallas when you are angry

“Dallas Winston!”

“Oh come on, what did I do this time doll?”

- Becoming friends with the gang after they see that you are legit

- Dallas getting jealous at the smallest things

- You getting jealous when Dallas starts flirting with other girls

- Getting angry when Dallas is dismissive of your feelings

- Getting upset when he gets arrested

- Skirt lifting

“So I was thinking that after the movie we can- DALLAS!”

“What?”

“Stop flipping my skirt up you perv!”

“Oh please doll, you know I love the view.”

- Hickies just everywhere, places people would see them and places only the two of you could see

- Visiting Dallas while he is in the cooler

“What did you do this time Dal?”

“Don’t worry about it doll, I’ll be out before ya know it.”

- Getting mad at Dally and flirting with Socs to get back at him

- Him reluctantly giving hugs whenever you ask

- Waking up to see your hips covered in small bruises

“Really Dally? You just have to leave your mark don’t you.”

“You’ve got to admit, you look real nice with ‘em.”

“Oh shut it. You know what this means right.”

“What?”

“You aren’t gettin’ nothin’ until these heal.”

“What! No that’s not fair!”

“Deal with it.”

- Trying to get Dallas to take you out

- Dallas trying to mess with you under the table

- Having to stop wearing skirts in public

- Coming to the conclusion that you will never be able to stop him from looking for trouble

- Dallas constantly trying to seduce you

“Come on doll, we could go back into my room and have some real fun.”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re sticking your hand up my skirt.”

- Sex in Buck’ car

- Sex anywhere and everywhere

- Safe sex because neither of you want to deal with a kid

- Dallas making midnight trips to buy condoms

- Contemplating whether or not he was just using you for sex

“Why should I follow you upstairs? So you can have a good fuck before sending me on my way again?”

“What are ya talkin’ about?”

“Stop lying to me Dallas. This means nothing to you, but why must you hurt me?”

“You’re acting crazy doll. Come upstairs, we don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, come on broad, you know I won’t kick you to the streets after you give me what I want. I’m not that much of a dick.”

- Dally beating everyone who looks at you in a weird or suggestive way

- Patching him up after rumbles even when he’s being stubborn and insisting he’s fine

- Forcing him to dance with you to a slow song that you picked from the Jukebox at The Dingo

“No.”

“It’ll be fun.”

“Not in front of everybody. I gotta look tuff.”

“I don’t care. Dance with me.”

- Stealing his jacket when he takes it off and making him run after you to get it back

- Play fights that actually gets you hurt because he doesn’t know how to go easy

- Being the only one in the relationship who says the words “I love you”

“I love you.”

“I know ya do doll.”

*sigh* “Seriously?”

“What?”

- Dally showing he loves you but never admits it.

- Poison And Wine by The Civil War lyrics’ “I don’t love you but I always will.” being the anthem of your relationship because he swears he doesn’t love you but he always will love you

- Begging Dally to say I love you and him walking out because he can’t because he is scared

- Getting upset when he leaves you and getting your clothes packed to leave but him coming back and kissing you

- Taking what you can get because you believe he will never say it

- Finally taking that he will never say it or ask you to marry him

“I ain’t that kinda man, doll.”

“You aren’t that kinda man or are you too scared?”

- Dally grabbing your arm when you try to leave after sex

- After awhile you start catching Dally staring at you during the weirdest times

- Late night forced cuddles

- Dallas surprisingly being a great boyfriend, once you earn his trust


Ended up being rather long and I am not even sorry

-C and J

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twenty

Summary: Your adoption is finalised and you get to know your new extended family at what you think is an Independence Day party. Genevieve corners you on your way back to the party, and Danneel helps you escape and relax when it all gets too much
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, JJ, Donna, Gino, Danneel (mentioned extended Ackles/Graul family)
Words: 3.5k
Warnings: fluff, f/f kissing, mildly nsfw chat
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Driving, it seemed, wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would be.

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anonymous asked:

Hey so i read one of your works on Ao3 and it was super adorable and i loved it, it was about stiles and derek sharing a broom closet of an apartment in nyc and cuddling thier way through their issues with eachother and then you wrote a hashtag epilogue, and i can't stop thinking about how much i wanted the epilogue to be another story so i figured i'd ask, my names scarletwaters on Ao3, ok bye and thank you if you decide to write it :)

little spoon

I had given absolutely ZERO thought to writing a sequel to this, and then I read your message and the ideas started flooding in. Go figure.

also on ao3

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Being Derek’s boyfriend goes surprisingly well for a whole year. They move out of the tiny “apartment” into a slightly less tiny apartment. They continue to spoon; they become spooning masters; they are the gods of spooning. Stiles gets the best sleep of his life, and so does Derek. The non-sleeping aspect of the whole dating thing takes a bit more time to iron out, sure, but they get there. Slowly but surely, they figure out how to hold hands on the couch while watching Netflix without getting weird about it. They figure out, to their mutual relief, that endearments weird them both out, but there are other little things they both like even if they’d never admit it on pain of death, such as forehead kisses. They figure out how to do the whole shower sex thing without serious injury. Stiles also finds out Derek is awesome at cooking, when he can be assed to do it. Stiles figures out a lot of very creative ways to motivate him.  

All in all, awesome.

Then…. well, then It happens.

It’s been about a year and three months when, one day, Stiles happens to see Derek coming out of a jewelry store.

He wasn’t following Derek or anything, he wants the record to be very clear on that; it’s just, they were going to meet up at the Chinese restaurant on the corner for dinner, and Stiles got there early. Usually Stiles doesn’t arrive early anywhere ever, but this time one of his classes got canceled at the last minute and he suddenly had all this spare time, and so he went ahead and snagged them a table at the restaurant.

That’s where he is when it happens, just people-watching out the window and contemplatively sipping his oolong. That’s when the door to the jewelry store across the street opens and Derek comes out, head down, busy tucking a suspicious little black box into his inner jacket pocket, and Stiles spits out his tea all over the table because what the fuck.

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anonymous asked:

Super important prompt: what was the boy squad doing leading up to Isak's insta post.

This is super important, which is why I have bumped it up on the list. Okay here we go. 

“This is a terrible idea” Mahdi states as the boys walk around the corner to kaffebrenneriet. 

“What the fuck?” Magnus screeches “this is a great idea. Trust us man.”

They all pull a chair out and sit at a table outside near one of the windows to the cafe. 

Isak licks his lips before nodding “Mahdi was right. This is a terrible idea.” 

Jonas laughs and shakes his head “oh come on don’t act like my ideas have never worked before.” 

“yeah but this time it’s half Magnus’s idea” 

“EXACTLY!” Mahdi exclaims already getting up from his chair. 

“Mahdi sit down” Jonas orders, trying desperately to calm the squad down. “it’s gonna work.” 

Mahdi reluctantly sits back in the chair with his shoulders slumped as he chews on his lip anxiously. 

“So which one is she?” Magnus asks grinning. 

“shhhh can you try to be less obvious?” 

Isak and Jonas raise their eyebrows at each other because they both knew the answer was no and that Mahdi was head over heels. 

“Is it her?” Jonas asked, nodding at a brunette clearing a table next to them. 

Mahdi shook his head. 

“What about him?” Magnus asked pointing straight at a guy taking someones order. 

“Nei Magnus” 

Jonas and Isak laughed 

“What I can’t remember if you said it was a girl or not. and he’s hot right Isak?” 

Isak leant back in his chair with a smug smile painted across his face. “nah not my type.” 

“You’re so whipped man.” Jonas shook his head grinning proudly at his best friend. 

Isak shrugged, smiling. 

“oh wait is it her?” Isak asked as he spotted a blonde girl. 

“oh my god you guys are awful at this.” 

“she’s pretty though.” Jonas said. 

“yeah hot!” Magnus agreed. 

Isak squinted his eyes and angled his head like he was looking at an abstract painting he just couldn’t get. 

“I think i’m too gay for this.” 

The boys roared with laughter, the warmth of the joke making Mahdi finally relax a little. 

Suddenly a short girl with glasses, wearing an army jacket under her apron, and her purple hair tied up in a bun on the top of her head walked out with a tray of coffees. 

“that’s her” Mahdi mumbled. 

“what?” Magnus asked confused 

Mahdi’s eyes nearly fell out when he stared at Magnus trying to convey what he meant “that’s heeerrr” he said between his teeth. 

“ahhh” the boys sang together. Mahdi rolled his eyes at how long it took them. 

Isak smiled “She’s cool.” 

“And cute” Jonas agreed. 

Mahdi smiled “yeah we met at a save the planet meeting” 

they all stared at him. 

“What? I care about the environment!” 

“Sure you do…” Jonas smirked and rolled his eyes “just like Even cared so much about kossegruppa.” 

Isak ignored him “anyway what’s the plan then?” 

Jonas and Magnus looked at each other in silence. 

“Hello? Plan?” Mahdi pressed, getting anxious. 

“ugh well…” Magnus began 

“This is as far as we got.” Jonas finished. 

Mahdi facepalmed “you have got to be kidding me.” 

“it’s not our fault! We were planning on Even being here to you know, take over…” Magnus said. 

“Yeah where the hell is he anyway?” Jonas asked Isak. 

Isak grinned cockily “i’m making him study for his math exam.” 

“Making him?” Mahdi asked

“How the hell could you-” 

the moment Isak’s cheeks turned pink the boys chuckled as Jonas waved his hand in the air, shaking his question away. “nope nevermind, I don’t want to know.” 

“Okay” Isak said, clapping his hands ready to take over. “this is what we’re going to do.” 

“Quick does anyone have any asprin?” Jonas interjected. 

Isak glared “that’s not my only move jackass.” 

“How about you go up to her and tell her-” 

“No Magnus” the boys said simultaneously. 

“Okay, Mahdi, you go and order us coffee.” 

Mahdi stared at him.

Isak stared back

Mahdi raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?” 

Isak smiled “that’s all there is to it.” 

Mahdi groaned, “I can’t believe i’m doing this” before standing up. 

Jonas clapped as Magnus cheered and Isak threw his head back laughing. 

“you all suck” Mahdi said before walking in to the cafe. 

“so how do you think he’s gonna do?” Jonas asked as soon as he walked inside. 

“terrible.” 

“he’s probably gonna pass out before he gets to the counter.” 

Jonas shook his head “you guys are horrible friends.” 

“hey it took me and Vilde like months to get together! How long did it take Evak?” he asked Isak. 

Isak thought about it. “well, we nearly kissed 3 weeks after we met…actually kissed a week after that but then we weren’t official until…like what a month? or actually maybe-

“We get it. It was complicated.” Jonas interrupted. Isak replied by sticking his tongue out at him. 

“real mature.” 

“so yeah it’s realistic for us to assume he will bomb out the first few times. It’s just how it is.” Magnus said wisely, shrugging at his insightful knowledge. 

Finally after ten minutes Mahdi walked out with a plate of Waffles. 

“So how did it go? Isak asked, just as Mahdi shoved half a waffle in his mouth. 

“Oh! Good. We’re going out on friday.” he mumbled through the mouthful of waffle. 

Magnus’s chin nearly hit the ground “you got…you got a date?” 

Mahdi nodded confused “wasn’t that the plan?” 

Isak grinned “nice one Mahdi.” 

Jonas high-fived him. 

Magnus was still in shock. “but…but….it’s supposed to- you were meant to- what about bombing out?” 

the boys laughed. 

“oh and she gave me free waffles!” Mahdi said proudly, staring at the plate with heart eyes. 

“she’s definitely a keeper.”  Isak nodded in approval. 

“see Mahdi you should appreciate us. Look, our plan work.” 

“your plan sucked” he replied. 

Isak nodded “yeah it did.” 

Jonas rolled his eyes. “Shut up and lets take a photo to commemorate this moment.” 

the boys all huddled together. Jonas struggled with his phone “do i…do I stand here, or should it.”

Magnus pointed at the screen, “maybe if you flip it” 

“but then we won’t be able to see what we look like” Isak stated. 

“Will someone just press the button?” Mahdi said. 

“I think i’m pressing” 

“wait you’re pressing?” 

“Yeah i’m not sure but - oh shit it’s taking photos” 

“it’s taking photos?” 

“oh fuck it was on burst mode.” 

the boys looked through the photos together. 

“Yeah that looks about right.” Isak said 

the boys agreed in unison. 

“Who wants to go get pizza? I promised Even if he studied for his math exam I would bring him home some.” 

The boys all stared at him in surprise.

“What?” Isak asked. “What the fuck did you think I meant?” 

Mahdi shook his head “nothing.” 

“oh yeah nothing I totally thought you meant bribing him with food” Jonas said as they all began walking off. 

“What?’ Magnus asked finally catching on to the conversation 

“OH I thought you meant sex.” he shouted, earning a punch in the arm from Isak. 

isak taking even to the bathroom immediately after even’s hit with the selfie stick :) isak cleaning his nose :) they both chuckle when isak reaches for the paper towels :) even flinches a bit cause the water is cold :( isak telling him to man up and even pouting :( but the smile is back on his face real quick after isak kisses his nose and tell him he’s all good now :) 

No, Seriously.

It irritates me so much that people turn a blind eye to B.A.P. And no, this isn’t just because I find them cute or hot or anything like that.

B.A.P is seriously the most different kpop group​ out there. I can say that with confidence. Absolute confidence.

Other groups out there produce the most trending music. They create hard dances. Show off their bodies and aegyo to get fans. At the end of the day, all of that fades. Bodies fade. Music trends die. Doing cute stuff when your thirty loses it’s appeal. 

It’s all be done before. A cycle of unoriginality mixed in with what’s the most popular thing right now creates​ stardom. It ceates​ main stream groups and the same old songs just with different keys and different vocals.

Here’s where I make my point.

B.A.P, the six men that make up the band. It isn’t all about smiling. It isn’t about putting off the picture perfect boy group, where everything is cookie cutter with them. No, it isn’t.

B.A.P has been through things most people never do in their lives. Contracts that pay them less money than minimum wage. Being forced to work when sick and having other issues. Eating disorders. Suicidal thoughts. Alcoholism. Lawsuits that make them lose a huge amount of their fanbases. They’ve been through struggles I hope no one else has to go through, sincerely.

I was just minding my business today, but a song popped up in my head. Their song ‘Wake Me Up’. I listened to it, and unconciously clicked on ‘1004’. I watched their old episodes of Weekly Idol, and voyaged further back into their history. Watching their performances and their interactions.

In the end it left me thinking: Do people not see what the lawsuit did to them? Do they not see how strong they are? How they decided to put out harder songs about real issues in the world rather than gain back popularity with another generic pop song?

They don’t have to dance hard to get your attention. They don’t have to be the best rappers or vocalists to get noticed. If you’re open to deeper concepts than just a school love or sadness over a girl, B.A.P is perfect.

And that’s what makes them unique to me. They chose being real and sticking to themselves when they came back from their hiatus. They chose to give out real concepts with their songs. Have you seen the ‘Wake Me Up’ music video? The diversity? The emotion? How the members struggled throughout it?

What about the choreography? Where the leader walks through two other members. Where he takes back the leader position and leads the boys. It makes everything so much more intense, and my heart aches for him. For his axiety and panic disorders. I respect him so much for coming back. I respect all the boys.

Sure, you could go against me and say, “What about ‘Feel So Good’? That song was just upbeat and smiley. They’re fake too.”

They have never been fake. They have never acted like a perfect group. They’re so much more than that. Yes, they put out a smiley song about happiness. But really, how often do they do that concept? How many of their comebacks were about dark situations and deeper stuff?

“But my oppas are special too!”. Yeah, they are. But, just hear me out, what’s their latest comeback about? It it about a girl? Is it EDM? Pop? Maybe they lift their shirts. Maybe they do some wild hip thrusts. Hell, they might even lick their lips and tease.

Is that wrong groups are like that? No. Each group has the right to want to be popular, and find the best way to do it. The only reason I stress this is because it shows how different B.A.P is.

I’m happy your oppas are singing about their first loves and heartbreak when they aren’t even legal yet. I’m happy they’re doing that. Genuinely. It’s popular, and spreads K-pop around the world more. 

Most people start off with the most popular groups before moving to others. So yes, let them sing their heart out. Let them dance in tight pants and shirts that are a little too unbuttoned because that’s what’s popular. And that’s what spreads. Has B.A.P partaken in these actions? Hell yeah. But they don’t make their career about it. Look at all their comeback songs. 'Badman’, 'Warrior’, 'No Mercy’, 'One Shot’, etc. Tell me now, are they generic?

Long story short, before I make a book out of this, B.A.P deserves so much more. 

They might never be the trendy group they were before the lawsuit, but they’ll probably always be the realest group out there. Pumping out songs that challenge society. More than many other groups out there can say.

Go stan them and stan them hard. They deserve it so much. You will never regret it.

Sincerely,

A big ol’ BABY (fandom name of course)

A hand trailed the small of his back, making Sam wake from his half sleep. It was still dark outside, but the silhouette of his brother was familiar as always.

Sam pinched his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. Dean only continued stroking Sam. If it was like any other night —and Sam was sure that it wasn't— he wouldn’t say anything for a long time.

“If I weren’t your brother”, Dean whisperes, repeating the words Sam had used to corrupt him years ago. “I’d fuck you awake right now.”

Sam has to stop himself from letting a sound slip out. He always had a trouble not inviting Dean to do whatever he wanted to. Sam wouldn’t mind. Sam would love it.

“I’d go in dry to wake you up real good”, Dean mumbles, softly laying himself down on the side of Sam’s queen. They hadn’t shared a bed in many years, but it felt familiar to have Dean’s body right next to him, even if it was ten years older than the last time.

A hand pushed away some of the hair that was hanging in front of Sam’s face. It was so affectionate, but at the same time so wrong, knowing that Dean would do this while fucking Sam.

“Or maybe I’d stick my dick down your throat. Cut off your air supply and have you wake up choking on my cock.”

A tiny moan slipped it’s way out of Sam’s mouth and Sam resisted the urge to rub himself against the matress.

He doesn’t think about his needs a second later, when he hears the sloppy sound of jerking off.

Dean was jerking off right next to him.

“When you were a kid you’d let me do anything to you”, Dean mumbled. “Hated every second I used you, but the look on your face when you got fucked… Holy shit.”

The jerks became faster and Sam just got harder and harder, his erection trapped between him and the mattress.

“Then, it was okay”, Dean said, pumping his dick slower, edging on that sweet, sweet orgasm that waited. “We weren’t brothers, not really. But now I am your brother and I don’t wanna mess that up.”

Sam wanted to scoff and roll his eyes, but stayed quiet instead. Dean is quiet as well, the silence growing over as Dean finally shoots his load, conjuring images of young Sam fucking himself on Dean’s cock.

“But, holy fuck”, Dean says as a final thing. “You used to be such a slut for your brothers cock.”

He closes his eyes, therefore missing when Sam’s eyes snap wide open. A tiny gulp is heard, and in a hoarse voice Sam says

“Still am, big brother.”

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Team Voltron themed drinks!

In light of season 3 releasing soon and planning a viewing party with some of my friends, I recently started thinking about making themed drinks after certain characters and what-not (seeing as I’m the designated bartender of my friend group lol). There’s obviously TONS of different drinks you can make to fit a character, but I took a bit of liberty to fantasize what drinks I’d love to make (had I the time and money); these aren’t arbitrary choices either. I primarily chose drinks that I thought reflected certain character aspects, so I’ve included a small analysis along with each drink choice.

note: for practical reasons (like if ppl actually wanted to make themed drinks) I’ve included both a simplified mixed drink alternative (which, let’s be real, that’s what I’m actually making) AND a non-alcoholic alternative (which are super basic im sorry but it’s the best i could do)

Let’s get mixing!


Shiro – “Boulevardier”

This is one of the few drinks I chose based more on personality than appearance. Most purple cocktails just didn’t quite ring true for Shiro’s full-bodied character, so I went with my gut feeling and started browsing some bourbon based drinks. After going through a few classic recipes, I settled on a Boulevardier. What it contains:

  • 1.5 oz Bourbon
  • ¾ oz Sweet vermouth
  • ¾ oz Campari
  • Orange or cherry as a garnish
  • Served over ice optional

Shiro, as a character, radiates a sense of maturity and warmth. He is kind and caring, but knows when to take charge of his team and push harder. The subtle sweet undertones in bourbon and the warmth of dark liquor, I feel, reflect these aspects of his character very well. Sweet vermouth, like bourbon, has those husky, herbal undertones; it’s basically a wine spiked with brandy and slightly sweetened. Campari is a liqueur made from infused herbs and fruit, a sweet and spicy flavor. This is, in essence, a darker drink, and one that is probably an acquired taste; aka, this is not a beginner or casual drink. It’s a drink I think is well suited to our beloved enigmatic leader, the Head of Voltron, pilot of the Black Lion. It has warmth and depth, a complexity of flavors that matches Shiro’s nuances in character.

Practical party alternative: any type of whiskey and coke (though I still recommend bourbon, it tastes better imo); you can also do a spiced rum and coke if you’re not a whiskey person.

Non-alcoholic alternative: honestly? cherry coke or like…diet coke with lime strike me as very Shiro for some reason lol.

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Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Part 1)



Summary: Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you.

Author’s Note: Just 3.5k of nerd!tae femdom smut. Listen to THIS while reading the bathroom scene.

Kinks Included in this chapter: Toy use (on tae)- sexual acts in public- tae wearing panties ;)

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Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Final Part

The room shook with deafening vibrations. He stared in awe at his fellow students who seemed completely oblivious of what was happening right in their presence, and Mr. Thomson droned on as if the room wasn’t about to cave in. Taehyung alone sensed it, like how animals seem to know just before an earthquake is about to strike while the dumb humans went on with their lives unaware of the disaster about to befall them… Or maybe he was the only one hearing it because the source of the vibrations was stuck so far up his ass that each time he shifted in his seat his vision went star-white.

A light chuckle tickled his ear and his tormentor whispered, “Ease up, puppy, you’re gonna call attention to us.” The words were nice and soothing but the hand that ran up the inside of his thigh was anything but.

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12.20 coda

Max’s eyes get this predatory gleam in them when he looks down into the Impala. Big guns; they’ve always impressed people. It’s a look Dean recognizes in his own face, the same youth-bright passion for really cool shit. He can’t help smirking a bit as he watches Max lean over the trunk.

“So. Bartender’s number, huh?” Dean says.

Max smirks too, still drinking in the Impala’s arsenal in all her splendor. “Oh yeah. Got a date tonight, in fact. Wouldn’t mind showing him the backseat of this baby,” he purrs.

Dean blinks. “Him?”

Max straightens, frowns at him. “Uh, yeah,” he scoffs. “Problem?”

Dean shakes his head, so fast that the world tips on its side for a minute. “Just making conversation,” he coughs.

Max still looks kind of hesitant, though. He takes a step back from Dean and ducks his head to inspect the rims.

Dean watches the back of his head as he does. Young guy, sister that loves him and sticks with him, a mother he adores and doesn’t have to worry about so much. A hot dude bartender’s number.

Dean swallows past a sudden lump in his throat.

This is everything I could have had.

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Steve’s Secret.

A/N: Here’s a headcannon, Steve- the blond guy- Yeah, he likes it rough. It’s true. 

Drabble: Steve’s alone time gets interrupted.

Word count: 709

Pairing: Steve Rodgers x Reader

Warnings: Mature language, smutty-themes. Just a general NSFW warning.

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“Hey, Miss Daisy,” Tony’s voice breaks over the speaker, loud and scaring Steve. He fumbles to pause the video he’s watching when tony asks. “You mind breaking out your wheelchair and coming up? I need a second opinion.”

Steve gives himself a minute to calm down, wiping his hand down his face, and shaking his head.“Christ, Tony, when do you ever need someone else’s opinion?”

Tony’s already gone.

Tipping his head back, Steve thunks his head against his headboard and sighs. Whatever it is, it better be goddamn important. Pushing his laptop off of his lap, Steve slides and scoots to the edge of his bed, before reaching down and pulling up his sweatpants.

 ‘It's…..it’s not too noticeable,’ Steve thinks, but then he’s standing and it’s abso-fucking-lutely noticeable. He’s got half a mind to jump into the shower real quick, and turn it all the way down, but then Tony’s back on the speaker.

 “Today, Grandpa.”

Steve opts to just tuck his dick into the waistband of his underwear and…it doesn’t really work, and he’s not vain by any means, but he’s big. Big enough that there’s a good portion of him sticking over his waistband. Okay, whatever, he’s already pissed off, so he just pulls his waistband up a bit more, and hopes for the best.

The best is in Tony’s lab, bent over, palms flat on the floor. You let your feet slide, and start lowering your self to the floor in a split. Slowly. Jesus, you’re flexible with a capital F.

Wo-oh-oah,” Tony frowns and points towards Steves crotch. “Is there a flood?”

Steves still got eyes on your ass when you look over your shoulder at him. Shit, he blinks and looks at Tony, arms crossed over his chest, definitely not suspicious. Nope.

 “What?”

Tony walks behind a desk and turns on a hologram of a stealth suit. “Your fucking pants, Steve, why are they jacked up so high?”

“Uh, ah…” He’s got nothing. He makes the worst mistake by looking at you, and-Christ-you’re in full split now. Looking over your shoulder, waiting. “Um.”

“T-T-Today, Junior!” Tony looks between you and Steve, shaking his head. “I don’t know what’s going on in that mind of yours, but maybe we should get Bruce.”

I’m fine.” Steve says, clenched jaw and all. “W-What did you want?”

Tony puts his hands up in surrender and points at you. “Bendy needs a new stealth suit,” he turns and motions towards the blue hologram behind him. “It’s equipped for her, got everything from elastic micro-fibers, to heat protectant. I needed your opinion on it-”

Tony turns to Steve with this hellish grin on him. “-seeing as you both work in close, close, quarters.” Tony leans towards him and drops his voice. “You sure you can handle that responsibility, Steve-O?”

Steve looks over at you, and ohmygod, you’ve got your hands flat on the floor on either side of you, arching your back to get a good stretch.

Steve makes a O face before nodding. Fuck, he’s gotta get it together or else he’s gonna-

“Is it hard?”

Steve slow blinks, trying to really understand what the hell you just said to him. “Sorry, what?”

You shake your head. “No, I was talking to Tony.” You look over to the billionaire, genius, playboy, phila- “Making these suits, is it hard?”

Tony shakes his head. “Nah, not as hard as you’d think It’s-hold on-” he turns to Steve again. “You can go.”

Steve’s out of the room before you get a chance to congratulate him on last night’s mission. He’s almost, almost, to the elevator when.

“Oh, and Steve?” Tony jogs up behind him, and whispers. “Next time you wanna’ watch porn try to not use the main server? F.R.I.D.A.Y picks up on all of it.” He whirls his finger towards the ceiling, and Steve most look like a goddamn idiot because then Tony’s laughing, and saying. “I’m not judging, really, but I wouldn’t have pegged you for a rough kinda’ guy. I mean choking? Really?”

“I-I was just, Y/n she-”

Tony shakes his head, and starts walking backwards, hands in a faux surrender. “Don’t worry, Captain Kink-ster, your secrets safe with me.”

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EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 13

Hello there!

So you guys might have noticed it’s been a hot minute since my last masterpost. Well, worry no more… I’m back and finally here with yet another dose of some Evak fanfiction recs that y’all have been waiting and asking for! I’m keeping the rant short today, so without further ado - all the recs can be found under the cut & I hope you enjoy!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”.

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Notes

Everyone and their mother has done a version of this story in the last few days, but I got a few requests, so here’s my take!

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Your heart sank when you heard his voice crack.

He recovered right away, which you knew he would, but the subtle look of disappointment on his face when the performance ended was obvious to you. He had been rehearsing so long and practicing so hard all week to make sure the performance was perfect; he had even stopped his band more than once to ask if he could redo a certain section because he knew he get it better. The last rehearsal before the show, he had nailed every single note but now, when it was live, he had missed one and you knew he wasn’t happy about it.

The crowd was still ecstatic when he finished and you knew that no one other than Harry was going to care about his voice cracking, but Harry was his own worst critic and you had seen the result of that more than once over the course of your relationship.

There had been a few nights – down in Jamaica – where Harry had come home from a long day at the studio and went straight into the sitting room to continue working on lyrics, even though you were in a bathing suit and preparing to take a dip in the private Jacuzzi outside your apartment.

“Harry, you’ve been at this for hours,” you would say, “Take a break and come swim with me.”

No matter how much you tried to persuade him by wrapping your arms around his shoulders or shoving your scantily clad body into his back or pressing kisses to his neck, he wouldn’t give in.

“M’sorry babe. I need to finish this.”

“I bet all the other guys have gone to bed. You’re going back to the studio tomorrow; I’m sure all the words will be the same by then.”

He would let out a slightly annoyed sigh and turn ever-so-slightly in his chair.

“I’ve been workin’ on this one for days, (Y/N). It needs to be perfect and I can’t get it where I want it.”

You had enjoyed your time with Harry in Jamaica – you really had – but it was nights like that where you worried about his well-being. Harry would work until he collapsed if you let him; that’s why you were happy he had surrounded himself with so many people who weren’t going to let that happen. More than one night, his bandmates had forced him to take a break and go back to the apartment for dinner and to spend some time with you. You hadn’t expected to see Harry all that much while you were down here, but those little moments during the evening were always nice.

Harry was much more worried about his album being perfect than you knew anyone else was, but that was just how Harry operated.

Which is why you knew he wasn’t going to be happy about missing that note.

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Sunday (M)

Summary: you were a busy person! Sundays were usually your day off but when your friend asked you out for coffee you were sure you knew exactly why. Sex. You had your regular boys throughout the week, kind of making a schedule for each boy, let’s see if Sunday boy can keep up. 

Words: 7,419 

Genre: Smut 

Warnings: uggghhh thigh riding, fem dom, switch play, orgasm denial, dirty talk lol alla dat n more probably

 A/n: So here it is! The start of my new series fic where the reader respectfully hoes around with a new bangtan member each day! I’ll try uploading each one a week apart from each other on the members coordinating day but I might mess that up bc I can’t control when inspo comes and goes😓 anyway, please enjoy Sunday boy- jungkook💖((( also ps. I changed up the formatting pls let me know if you like this style better😣💖))

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anonymous asked:

“when i asked you to put sunscreen/lotion on my back that’s all i wanted you to do, but your hands are like magic and they have my full permission to wander” au stormpilot

“Dr Kalonia said I might be sensitive for a few days,” Finn says as he strips off his shirt. 

Poe nearly goes cross eyed trying to stay focused on the label on the lotion in his hands because kriff. “Oh?”

Finn goes to fold his shirt — probably the way he had when he’d first gotten out of med bay, all uniform lines and corners — before seeming to mentally shake himself and deliberately throw it haphazardly over the back of the desk chair. Poe recognises the irony in being pleased his roommate is being more messy but what the hell, this is Finn. If he wants to stick it to the First Order by becoming a grade A slob then Poe’s gonna proudly pick up after him until the end of time.

“Something about nerve regeneration after the last treatment,” Finn says, shrugging and it’s a real thing of beauty what with the shirtlessness and all.

Poe nods and pets the bunk in front of him. “I’ll go careful,” he says, studiously ignoring the instinct to make the situation lewd. He’s gotten very good at it lately, if only because Finn’s mere presence makes him want to be lewd these days.

Finn folds himself gracefully onto the bunk, back to Poe’s waiting hands and Poe doesn’t think he’ll ever get over just how unselfconscious Finn is about…well, everything. Not that he has cause to be. Even the scar, while jarring, is nothing if not solid evidence of Finn’s badassery. Combined with the spread of his broad shoulders and smooth dark skin, Finn is just…yeah. Yeah Poe should maybe stop focusing on this now.

Clearing his throat like a goddamn teenager, Poe dumps a good dollop of the lotion into his palm and sets to warming it before he reaches and-

Finn makes a sound like he’s been punched and Poe flinches back automatically.

“You okay, buddy?”

Finn rolls his shoulders, shifting as he nods. “Yeah – sorry, just… sensitive.”

“You sure?” Poe says.

“Yeah,” Finn says, squaring his shoulders like he’s going into battle. “Go ahead, I’m good.”

Poe takes in Finn’s tense frame with a healthy level of scepticism but bites his lip against the urge to push. Poe’s instincts tend to skate pretty close to coddling where Finn is concerned - he likes to make a point of kicking those instincts in the teeth when he can. Finn neither wants nor deserves to be babied.

“Okay just let me know if you need a break,” Poe says.

Poe keeps his touches as light as he can while still making sure the lotion does its job. Quick, sure strokes from the flare of Finn’s shoulder blades, down along his spine to the culmination of the scar near the band of his loose pants - Poe focuses on the task at hand and tries to ignore the way Finn’s locking up, almost trembling as- okay, no.

Poe stops. “Finn- “

Please don’t stop.”

And Poe freezes because that…was not pain.

Finn groans suddenly, burying his face in his hands. “Sorry. Sorry, you don’t have to-” Before Poe can react he’s getting to his feet. “I can just-”

Poe snags Finn’s hand before he can step away, grip slipping slightly with the lotion but still sure. Because he is sure. Kriff, he’s never been so sure. “Hey - it’s okay.” Poe tugs gently until Finn’s dropping back down onto the worn bunk, facing him this time. “It’s beyond okay, I promise.”

Finn’s shaking his head. “You don’t have to-”

Well, in for a credit and all that. “What if I want to?”

Finn’s eyes snap up to his so fast Poe’s amazed he doesn’t get whiplash. The look is…yeah. Poe bites his lip to keep his mouth from running off under the intensity.

“You’d want… with me?” Finn asks, like this is news to him. 

Poe would high five himself for his discretion if he didn’t know the pilots had a betting pool going on how he’d embarrass himself the next time Finn ran a hand to hand demonstration.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Poe says, then hastily scrambles, “Not that you should feel oblig-”

The rest of the sentence is cut off in favour of Finn’s mouth on his, and oh but that’s a really nice mouth. Poe groans into the kiss as Finn all but crawls into his lap, strong thighs bracketing his hips just so and-

Finn gasps, breaking the kiss to throw his head back as he shudders into the frame of Poe’s hands either side of his spine. Poe’s seen less affecting images in porn.

“Definitely not hurting you then,” he says breathlessly.

Finn shakes his head, hips grinding forward like he can’t help himself and kriff, that’s perfect. “N-nope.”

Poe grins, smoothing his palms down Finn’s back and relishing the punched out moan it earns him. “The miracles of modern medicine.”

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Valentine’s Day fluff masquerading as 12.11 coda fic. Enjoy!

3.8k, ao3

They stop in Salina on their way home from Eureka Springs. It’s still too far from the bunker to bother picking up groceries. Ice cream would be a lost cause by the time they got it into a freezer, but for the sheer sake of variety some of the big box stores in Salina offers both novelty and a conveniently timed pit stop in the seven hour drive home. The traumatic loss of and subsequent regaining of his memories over the last couple of days has left Dean feeling a little too shaky to drive straight through.

Not to mention he really needs to get a new phone. It sucks to keep borrowing Sam’s just to check in with Cas, who insisted on regular updates once Dean had finally told him what had happened. Just in case he suffered a relapse, or any other side effects of being both cursed and cured by witchcraft in the span of twenty-four hours. If he can’t be home already, replacing his phone feels like a good start. He hopes has hasn’t lost all the pictures on his crushed phone, the ones he hasn’t had a chance to back up on his laptop back at the bunker. He should really do that more often, he thinks. Losing his memories has given him an entirely new perspective on things like that.

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Tbh all I can think about right now is Bruce and Clark taking the boys out for a picnic near the Kent farm so they have a chance to get some of their energy out but with Supervision™ this time (pun intended). And as Clark and Bruce catch up and chat amicably they watch their boys run around the fields endlessly, and play with the dogs, and Damian convinces the cow to let him ride her. When they start getting a mischevious look about them, their dad’s are thinking it’s a good time to intervene, because last time this happened Damian ended up in the tiger enclosure at the zoo, and Jon got locked in the vet tech room. But it’s all just good. Life is good. The sun is warm, the boys are happy. Just being kids. Clark and Bruce are in a place they’d never thought they’d be: two old fathers of young sons but it’s such a joy, such a privilege to watch them laugh and play.

But Bruce calls to Damian, it’s time to go. The boys pout, but come when their fathers call them. They drag their feet, moving as slowly as possible. Bruce sighs in exasperation, but there’s no real feeling behind it. His heart is too full, too warm just seeing his son with a real friend, a true friend he doesn’t have to pretend around. Kind of like Clark has been for him.

The boys finally make it to them…. And good Lord, do they stink to high heaven. Two smelly, sweaty kids with bright eyes and hair sticking up and matching grins, their fathers can’t find it in them to mind the smell.

But it’s definitely bath night.

You Know You Love Me (Reggie x Reader)

Summary: Reggie and Y/N are neighbors and secretly best friends but at school they don’t talk since they run in different circles. One night Y/N invites Reggie over because she doesn’t want to be alone.

Word Count: 2992

A/N: I really hope you guys like it, this is my first Reggie fic. Enjoy!

Originally posted by reggiesus

Reggie Mantle was a grade A ass… but not to you, never to you. You were his best friend. You knew him the best. Well at least you considered him your best friend, you don’t really know what you are to him. 

You two are next door neighbors and have been friends since birth, though you don’t really talk at school. You didn’t mind since you both ran in completely different circles. At least he didn’t act like he didn’t know you. He always managed to acknowledge your presence with either a smile or a nod. He respected your social differences and didn’t push you into being someone you were not.

The thing about Reggie is that acts like a total asshat to keep up with the reputation he created for himself but only you knew the truth. He acts all intimidating but really he’s the biggest goofball, teddy bear you’ll ever meet.

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Weekly Reading List #14

Hey y'all… it’s time for my weekly reading list. Hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did. You can catch up on my previous reading lists here.


Quiet by @impala-dreamer **smut** (Dean x Reader)
~Dean feels a little insecure when Y/N is quiet in bed, but maybe with a little practice, they’ll both feel better…~
Warnings: NSFW, Dean loving. Dirty talking. More Dean loving. Lots of expletives. Poor Sammy.
Oh, Insecure!Dean was cute, I loved the dirty talk, but poor Sammy ;)

Originally posted by adoringjensen

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stereden  asked:

I love your Shisui headcanon! I may or may not steal some of it when I write him, if you're okay with it? Also, may I ask for some Itama and/or Kagami headcanons, if you're willing?

I have one for Itama already, so for Kagami…

- You know that Van Halen song Hot For Teacher?

- That’s it, that’s his life. 

- Tobirama wasn’t his jounin sensei - Kagami was too old at that point to need one - but he ended up on Tobirama’s squad running missions and just. Bam. Heart eyes, motherfucker. 

- Saw Tobirama decapitate a man was was like. Stick a fork in me, I’m done. 

- Hikaku has to listen to him when he comes back from training every day, on account of being Kagami’s cousin/friend, and it is Suffering to watch him pine okay. 

- Not great with a sword. Actually kind of terrible, but tries anyway because Tobirama does it and Tobirama is the best, so. 

- Has a deep and eternal rivaly/friendship with Koharu. Sarutobi hates them both, because there’s only so many times he can break up their sparring matches/keep them from actually throttling each other before he loses all will to live. 

- Involved in an ongoing mission to lock Sarutobi and Danzo into any small enclosed space he possibly can For the Good of Konoha. Because that much UST cannot be healthy. 

- Danzo has since developed a healthy fear of closets and a twitch. 

- Good with children, even though he claims not to be.

- Takes Uchiha Dramatics to a whole new level. Papercuts are treated like the end of the world. The end of the world is treated like a papercut. 

- Thinks Touka is the coolest kunoichi ever and constantly pesters her to teach him how to use a naginata. She usually obliges, mostly by trying to beat him to death with it while he flees in terror. 

- (This may or may not be his attempt to earn her blessing.)

- (It’s working.)

- Kind of terrifyingly good at strategy, but less skilled at sticking to the plan.

- Also terrible at being a patient, no matter how often he’s in the hospital. 

- Itama passively wants to throttle him. 

- And probably would have months ago, if Tobirama wasn’t so fond of him. 

- Has a deep-seated fear of Itama, for no real reason he can pinpoint. 

- Is probably the remaining 17% of why Tobirama’s hair is white. 

- (Is absolutely Tobirama’s favorite, and will probably notice. Maybe. Someday.)