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My fave concept honestly is the Junkers joining a team (be it overwatch, talon, etc.) and being pretty damn focuses on the whole “we aren’t team players” persona

But like, in-game, the best Roadhogs I’ve played with are the sacrificial type. Yank dangerous enemies away from you to handle it themselves, yank ults from their team, I’ve even had a roadhog step between my Mercy main ass and a D.va to take the bullets while I covered him.

Tbh that’s how I see Hog being on the field. He has a job, he’s going to do his job damn well. And he does! He’s really good at keeping his team safe! Gets hurt a lot and generally fussed at for it but like. People are alive because of him.

Anyway fast forward through enough of that– he’s still pretty set on the “one man apocalypse” deal. Until they’re sent on a mission and the person in charge is like “Roadhog, because you’re such a good team player,” and roadhog just wilts a little bc dam….. Das Tru…. He can’t even deny it. He

BTS Reaction | Dirty talk.

@j-alifr said: is: Hi! Big fan of your reactions right here, I personally think that they are very accurate! Anyway, I wanted to request something and I know you have a lot of requests to do so, please, take your time, no need to rush and take care of yourself ☺️. My request: BTS reaction to S/O talking dirty during sex? You know, the old good “ Your d*** feel so good ” or “ It’s so big ” 🤣. Thank you in advance and much love to you! Fighting!

A/N: Thank youuuu <3

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Jeff Hardy Sex Headcannons

Our boy just came back for Wrestlemania and won a title too so I think this is the best opportunity to write some headcannons for him. Plus, I don’t think they should be called the ‘boyz’ anymore because they’re grown ass men.

I’ll say this now. I do find it easier to write for older wrestlers because I know them more but I will hopefully fill out every one of your requests so don’t worry please. 

The Hardy’s were the og Edgy people. No shame. I loved them as a kid and I still love them now, so don’t judge. 

Originally posted by theb2knetwork

- He’s never going to bottom ever. Maybe it’s a pride thing, maybe it’s just a preference. But he will always top, no matter what.

- Way too much stamina for a human being. You would’ve just had a long ass sex fuck, and he’d be rearing to go again in like 2 mins. 

- You will end up being in so many positions. I bet he’d buy a book of sex positions just to try, and he’d tick each one off as you goes.

- Morning sex, quickies, public sex. So. Much. Sex.

- You would so offer blowjobs if he did stuff for you. You can’t be bothered to do the laundry, offer him a blowjob in return and he’s done it in like 10 seconds.

- He’s a very big fan of dirty talk.

- He’s also quite rough with you (but the good rough)

- Would love you to pull his hair. He makes the sweetest sound ever. 

- Him and his brother would probably have a competition to see who can make their partners moan the loudest. So don’t be shocked if he asks you to be extra loud while you’re staying at Matt’s house with him. 

anonymous asked:

Yeah sorry, the point of the ask changed halfway through and I thought the flow was better. I just wish you'd stop defending yourself with the "you don't know me" argument. Because we kinda do. We know your crushes and your family and your dreams and how you fit into your life. People reveal a lot about themselves when they write, even when it isn't personal. And like half of your writing has been. (Condolences for grandma btw). Anyway. We'd have an inkling. And we don't. Fuck right off, tbh.

So you’re… you’re saying it’s impossible for me to be LGBTQIA+ in any way, shape, or form because I blog about other things with a great deal of openness and personal reflection? And because I haven’t sent your “queerdar” pinging like a Geiger counter in the asscrack of Chernobyl, I’m a big scary dirty rotten cishet?

I get a lot of ridiculous anons, but you… you just might take the cake. You should be deeply embarrassed and ashamed of yourself .

The sight of his child

Originally posted by dearestjohn

Stephen Strange sat in his room in Kamar-Taj, looking at his hands. I have been four months from when he started his learning there. He was getting progressively better with the mystic arts, but yet, he knew that something was distracting him. The Ancient One saw that too, hell even Wong and Mordo knew there was something wrong about him, different than his attitude from the beginning of his learning, much more distracting than that. Yet Stephen didn’t say a thing about the matter that was bothering him, and why it started now.

With furrowed brow Stephen stood up from his crouching position and went to his desk where he kept his tablet. His inbox was opened in doctor’s desperate hope for a message to appear. The response to his latest email which he send to the one person he wounded before he came to Nepal. You…


“Hey, hon. I got some Chinese, I hope you don’t mind.” You walked into the apartment, bags with food in your hands, your jacket undone, showing off your belly, where your and Stephen’s baby was growing. The said man looked from the papers he had in his shaking hands, frown clearly seen on his face.

“My whole life is destroyed, and you are concerned about some stupid take-out?” Now you frowned at his words. You were with him from the moment he woke up after the accident, tried to help and support him with anything he did, even if he was spending all his money. But how much can one woman take?

“Your life is not destroyed, Stephen. Your hands will heal, just give them time. Beside, you definitely have some more important things to worry about than your job.” He stood up harshly, looking at you with hard eyes.

“And what would that be? You? Don’t be ridiculous. My work was what really mattered.” You felt anger building up in you, but tried to stay calm.

“Our child is what should have mattered to you. It doesn’t need a neurosurgeon, it needs a father.

“Then go and find some!” His eyes widened at the sound of his own scream and sight of tears running down your cheeks. Just in that moment, he knew that he went too far.

“Well then.” You dropped the bags you had in your hands, not giving a shit when they hit the ground and made a mess, making your way to the doors. “You finally gave me a clear view at our apparently destroyed marriage. Good to know what you want. We will make sure not to get with our petite problems in your life anymore.” With that you left your apartment, not giving him a chance to speak. He didn’t saw you since then.


Stephen refreshed his inbox, only to find it empty again. It was your sixth month of pregnancy back then. It was half year ago, and you really kept your word, and didn’t even informed him about giving birth to your child. He tried to contact you for over a week now, but you never answered his emails. Stephen thought about opening a portal to your apartment and beg you for forgiveness, but he knew that if he do that, there will be no way for him to come back to Kamar-Taj…

Strange took a deep breath hearing knocking to his doors. When he opened them he faced Mordo, who took him to the training grounds. Strange went with him, knowing that if he wanted to see you the child, he need to finish his training and heal his hands.


 

After defending Kaecelius and Dormamu, and becoming the master of the New York sanctuary, Stephen Strange found himself facing the hardest trial that his new life could possibly face him with. And it was standing in front of doors to your new apartment in not really nice building. He found himself more nervous than in day he proposed to you. The cape of levitation was probably the only reason he was standing on his shaking legs. It also was the cape who ringed your doorbell, too feed up with its master’s nervousness.

“Coming!” Stephen swallowed hearing your voice. When the doors opened, your brow furrowed at the sight of the man in front of you, the smile that was on your lips only second before now fading away. “What the hell are you doing here? And what is that on your face, something bit you?” You placed your hands on your hips, looking at him with certain hardness he was really afraid of. Stephen knew why he came here, yet he wasn’t able to say a word. Right here in this moment you were exactly what he dreamed about for the last months. Your (h/c) hair pulled in a messy bun, your clothes a little too big and dirty from food and something that seemed to be the baby vomits on your left shoulder, you was the most beautiful person ever walking on this planet.

“So?” He snapped form his thoughts and pulled you to himself, hugging you with all he had. It didn’t last long because you pushed him away. “What the hell you think you are doing?”

“I know I messed up, but please, let me in, let me explain.”

“You are coming here, after literally telling me you want nothing to do with me, after abandoning me on the hardest time of my freaking life, doing nothing for a long time except sending me some meaningless emails and now you are expecting me to let you in, as if nothing happened? Do you really think I’m so stupid?!” You closed your eyes for a moment, not wanting to show him your tears. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I will tell you. I will tell you everything, but please let me in. I have been dying to see you, believe me, but it’s not conversation for a hallway.” You looked at him for a while, watching his blue eyes, full of tears and pleads. After a while of watching his suffering you stepped aside, letting him in your apartment.

Once inside, Stephen looked around takin in the look of the place you lived in, only now understanding how much he destroyed your life. With no work because of baby and with the little money he left you when he went to Nepal, you barely made the living. Stephen felt as an ass now, for not paying attention at anything but himself and his hands back when he did had the money…

When you passed him and went into the living room, Stephen walked behind you, but stopped the moment he saw the crib, surrounded by the bags of diapers and some baby toys. Swallowing hard, man looked at you, asking for permission. Sighing you nodded. Even with what he did said to you when you last saw each other, he is the baby’s father and have the very right to meet his child.

With hands shaking more than normal, Stephen walked to the crib and looked inside, only to back off a little and cover his mouth with hand, tears building in his eyes at the sight of his child, covered with pink blanket. He looked at you once more.

“I-it’s a girl?” At your nod, he laughed quietly trying not to cry. “Can I… Can I hold her?” When you nodded once more, he reached for the baby and took her in his hands, holding her close to his chest. “She is perfect.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“What’s her name?”
“Rose.” You walked to him with slight smile on your face, all your anger slowly disappearing at the sight of them together. You touched your daughter delicately before you looked at your husband. “You better want to tell me what’s going on.” Stephen nodded and told you everything, all the time rocking the small girl in his hands.


“You really expect me to believe that? That’s how you want to explain your absence? Magic Stephen? Really? You pushed us away because of your hands, and now you expect me to believe that you don’t care anymore about it, nor your job, because you went to Hogwarts?” You looked at him over the isle which separate kitchen and living room, tea in your hands. He was on your couch, your daughter, now awake, in his hands, playing with his shaking hands.

“It’s Kamar-Taj, and it’s in Nepal. I’m now the master of New Your sanctuary.”

“Oh yes, right, sanctuary. And you are watching over it now, after you saved the world.”

“I can prove it to you.”

“Stephen I think it’s time for you to leave. Your costume was funny, but your lies are not. If you can’t be honest with me, then…” Before you moved to him, the cape that Stephen had on himself moved and flew to you, stopping in front of your face. Squealing slightly you jumped back, looking at the cloth in front of you.

“Stephen, what…?”

“It’s the cape of levitation. It’s my relict and it has mind of its own.” Stephen stood up and walked to you, girl in his arms stretching her hands in direction of the cloak, which turned to her and stroked her face. You stood there stunned, not knowing what to do. “I wasn’t lying to you (y/n), never have and never will. As I said earlier, I know I messed up, I knew it the moment I screamed at you, and I know that you are very right to not to want me in your life again.” He came closer to you, handling you your child and catching your arms with his scarred hands and looking you in the eyes. “Rose needs a father, you told me that. And now? I feel that I’m really ready to be one. I want to protect, not only her, but also you as well. How can I save the world if my own whole one doesn’t want me?” He stroked your cheek with his hand, putting his forehead against it, you barely noticing cape resting back on his shoulders. “I love you. Always had and always will.”

“I… Stephen I love you too.” Doctor smiled covering your lips with his. It lasted a mere second before he pulled back.

“Will you take me back?”

“I will… we will. We both need you.”

“And I need the both of you.”