they are married in my mind

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on Jon initiating sex? I know there was a ridiculous idea about LF writing a letter to Jon about him marrying Sans and which resulted into him going to D's cabin but what can we hold unto now?

My thoughts are… muddled. 

But I am of the opinion that Jon is deceiving Danielle. This is part wishful thinking and part backed up by really great metas. Here are two that I particularly love: here & here. So with that in mind, Jon initiating sex seems fitting with that theory. It also makes sense that he would use sex as a way to really garner her trust. It’s underhanded and awful, yes, but Jon did the same with Ygritte. While he didn’t initiate sex with her, he gave into her sexual advances knowing that it will prove he’s truly broken his vows to the Night’s Watch. It made Ygritte trust him, and Jon as someone who grows and learns from his experiences would remember this and think that perhaps this will make Danielle trust him too. After all, anyone with eyes can see the way she looks at him and Jon isn’t blind to women being sexually attracted to him. 

I think the idea that LF writing a letter to tell Jon he’s marrying Sansa is probably more wishful thinking. I remember this theory going around as well at the start of the season. This wasn’t in the leaks, right? I never actually read them so I don’t know, but it seems too obvious. Jonsa deals in subtleties because they have to this season. Jon3rys is the red herring, so anything explicit will be directed towards them. But remember that every leak that has been right thus far has been utterly wrong about context. You can put lines on a paper and it can show one thing, but an actor’s portrayal and the cinematography of the scene plays a huge part in how it’s perceived by the audience. So right now, we’ll just have to wait and see how that works out. 

Someone wrote a meta as well about how boatbang happens is foreboding for the relationship. I can’t remember who wrote it so I’m really sorry to that person for hijacking this great piece of analysis, but apparently, the leaks suggest that the boatbang scene is interspersed with scenes of Rhaegar and Lyanna, and Sam and Bran’s voice overs. Now, if a relationship was truly of the epic love variety, why would their love scene not get the full unadulterated attention it deserves? 

Let’s look in comparison though. There have been 2 sex scenes this season thus far. Missandei and Grey Worm and Jaime and Cersei. 

Missandei and Grey Worm’s scene was long, tantalisingly slow, with the camera completely focused on them. Their love was palpable because we, as the audience, was allowed to watch as these new lovers took each other in. We can believe their love is real because we’ve not only been given a long build up over seasons but also a scene that pays special focus on them together in this moment. 

Jaime and Cersei is a little different. We’ve already had previous sex scenes with them so there’s less need to draw out this scene, but even so, the camera focuses on them entirely without cutting away to anything else because we know Jaime is in love with Cersei. What’s interesting is the dynamic between them. Cersei initiates even despite Jaime’s meagre protest. She’s the one that performs oral sex, which is a power move on her end. Then it cuts to them in bed with Jaime looking fondly at her before someone knocks and Cersei is up and striding across the room, again despite Jaime’s protests. It’s an interesting subversion of the usual power dynamics in sex scenes, where it’s the man who strides to open the door to a third party while the woman lies in bed, covering up and protesting the invasion of her privacy. Jaime is the one who covers up and Cersei is the one opening the door. It’s definitely an interesting demonstration that Jaime is in love with Cersei but Cersei is more interested in having power over him. 

How boatbang happens will be very important in displaying what the nature of that relationship is like. We don’t know yet since we have yet to see the way it’s filmed, but the very fact that it’s not being given the full attention of the show is really quite foreboding. They’re new lovers. This is the first time they’re seeing each other naked to put it crassly, and frankly, that should be exciting not only for them but for the viewers. If they were so deeply in love already at this point or with the potential to be in the future, this scene should focus entirely on how they take each other in and how they come together as a pair. But it’s not. It’s being shot in between scenes of Rhaegar and Lyanna, which is frankly kind of gross already because… well, who the hell wants their sex scene to be in any way related to their parents? That’s just going to make the audience uncomfortable. Not to mention having said sex scene have voice overs is also incidentally not very sexy at all, especially when one of the voices happens to be the ‘brother-turned-cousin’ of one of the participants. 

All in all, it’s a suspicious way to film an Epic Love. Mostly because it probably isn’t. Some might say it’s an Epic Tragic Love Story doomed to end badly, but it’s not even that. Jon and Ygritte were a Tragic Love Story and their sex scene was given 3 minutes of buildup including the actual sex. We were allowed to watch new lovers learning to be intimate with each other. They might not have been in love then but it set them up quite nicely for their future love. The focus on their scene made it seem inevitable and it made us want to root for them.

That’s what you should hold onto, Anonny, because boatbang is definitely not going to be as people expected and how it’s filmed and portrayed plays a huge part in demonstrating what exactly is the dynamic between these two characters. 

I hope that answers your questions. Sorry it’s so long-winded. 

In the quiet hours of the night: (Request)

Prompt: Would you ever consider doing a Thor x reader? I love your writing darling–ladydork

Note: Nudity, but not descriptive(Nothing happens) 

Words: 1080

Requested by: @ladydork

(Y/N) was running down the hallway of the palace after she was just informed of Thor’s arrival from Midgard. She had been married for a few years to Thor, thinking that he was hurt was plaguing her mind when the doors were opened for her. There he was looking bruised, beaten, and tired, but he looked healthy and alive as her heart felt a little at ease. Thor had just dismounted his horse before looking up to see (Y/N) standing there as a grin caressed his face. “My Lady (Y/N)!” He exclaims as she runs over to him hugging him tightly causing him to grunt.

“I’m so sorry, are you alright?” She asked gasping when she pulled away. “I am a little bruised, nothing a warm bath shall not fix.” He said as she nods before wrapping an arm around his waist to support him while he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Thank you my love.” He whispered as she smiles to him. “Isn’t the first time I’ve had to take care of you. Certainly isn’t the last.” She chuckled as he grins before they slowly walked into the palace. “How was the realm Midgard?” She asked deciding to change topics when they finally made it to his room.

“It was beautiful. You would love it there.” He said with a chuckle before wincing at the throb in his ribs. (Y/N) told the maids that she would help bathe Thor and they need not to work as she helped him sit down onto the bed. “Yeah?” She asked as he nods before laying back on the bed sighing in relief. “I shall go start your bath.” She leaned down kissing his forehead before walking into the bathroom as Thor laid there on the bed in silence. (Y/N) had the warm water rising in the tub when she shut it off before walking back into the room as she smiled softly.

“Your bath is ready.” She said as she helped him sit up before she unclipped the blood red cape from his armor when it fell to the bed. “Can you undress yourself?” She asked. “I could, but it would be a little better if you were to help me.” He suggests with a smile earning an eye roll in response, but she started to remove his armor without question. The moment his tan chest was revealed her fingers slowly ran down the length of it to his abs as she took in the bruises and cuts that littered his body along with the old scars from war. “You’re perfect.” She whispered.

He smiles taking her hands into his own before he places a kiss onto each palm causing her face to heat up at the gesture. She helped him stand up before she undressed him the rest of the way careful of the wounds that were on his thighs. She walked him into the bathroom before helping him sink into the warm water as he hissed from the movement. “Are you alright?” She asked worriedly as he nods. “Just a little scraped up is all my love. Thank you.” He said before sighing in relief as the water melted away the aches and pains that were in his tensed muscles.

She grabbed the soap and a cloth as she started to gently wash his body when he watched her in silence. “I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long.” He broke the quietness as she started to massage his scalp when his eyes fluttered closed. “It’s okay my love. I always know you shall return to me someday.” She whispered as he smiles. “You are too good for me. I don’t deserve you.” He sighed when she frowns. “Now do not speak so ill of yourself Thor. You are just right for me and do not think anything less.” She huffed pulling her hands away from his hair.

His eyes fluttered open as he took her hands in his own before pulling her into the tub with him. She squeaks loudly as her dress was soaked when the water splashed all over her. “T-Thor!” She exclaims before suddenly they started to laugh happily when she looked at him. “Thank you for getting my dress wet.” She huffed in a playful tone as he chuckles. “I guess you shall have to remove them.” He whispered before turning her around as he kissed her shoulder gently while her back rested against his chest when she chuckled laying her head onto his shoulder.

“We should probably get out of here before we caught a cold.” She comments as he nuzzles his face into her neck causing his beard to tickle her skin. She shuddered before standing up as water rushed off her dress when she started to ring it out looking at him the entire time. He grins as she held an expression of amusement on her before she stepped out onto the cold floor. He stood up after her as she wrapped a towel around him when she turned and grabbed one for herself. She dried her dress off as best as she could before walking into the bedroom with Thor not far behind her.

“As much as I like Midgard I am glad to be home.” He said as she slowly removed her dress before replacing it with her night gown. “Because home is wherever you are.” He whispered as she looked over to him smiling softly. “Next time I travel to Midgard, I want you to come with me. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel like I am missing something.” He whispered when she walked over to him before cupping his face. “I know how you feel.” She spoke when he pulled her into a kiss as she immediately kissed back wrapping her arms around his neck before chuckling together.

“I love you.” He whispered placing his hands onto her waist. “I love you too.” She said before he looked outside to the night sky. “We should rest.” She said pulling him towards the bed as he lays down in the covers with nothing on. She rolled her eyes playfully before laying down next to him as he held her closer as she rested her head onto his chest. “Good night my love.” He whispered into her hair gently. “Good night my King.” She whispered back before her eyes fluttered shut slowly along with his own as they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.  

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Author’s Note: I hope you liked it! :) 

anonymous asked:

FMK Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker

(once Peter is of consenting age) kill Tony, fuck Steve, marry Peter. I originally thought marry Steve but then I decided he’s too self-righteous to spend the rest of my life with I would get annoyed so I changed my mind -L

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Vik: Ya know… Ever since I’ve been with Apple, I’ve always had something on my mind about… You know…

Maru: What?

Vik: Having a kid!

Maru: Ouuu.

Vik: Yeah but, it came up more frequently ever since we’ve got married.

Maru: Have you talked to Apple about it yet?

Vik: No.

Maru: Well then how are you gonna have a kid if you never talked to her about it? 

Vik: Hey! It’s not- I don’t know, not natural especially for someone like me to ask something like that.

COMING SOON(ish?)
~With Love from St. Petersburg~
Super fluffy domestic life online colour Victuri fanbook 01

Even if you called 6 months later at 3 am, I’d still answer; I’ll always care.
—  Unknown

“make the princess speak and you will have the crown of kings.”

my knees hurt, as usual, from scrubbing. technically i’m too high of Maid Station to help out with these things, but i like seeing what happens when you clean. the development of things. how a lot of effort can make something. i like learning and trying and working hard to get towards something.

and i’ve seen them, from the back of pillars, from behind cracked doors, from beside her (on the best days) the way they talk to her. oh beautiful won’t you just look at me. oh darling. if you speak i’ll be your prince. if you speak i’ll be your king. 

the princess, i know, finds the lines of suitors boring. it’s in the way her hands are always moving. she hides yawns, leaves early, we make her apologies. once, a man comes and tries to startle her into screaming. she rolls her eyes and looks directly at me. i have to hide my smile behind my sleeve. he is taken away while still screaming.

by accident, i find her once, crying. when we imagine princesses, they always cry daintily. hers is hoarse, angry, and something in it breaks me. in my station i should apologize and bow and leave. instead i am frozen, watching her shoulders heaving.

she looks up and spots me, her cheeks ruddy. i know i should go but instead i make a big show. i act as one of her princes. i make grand gestures and speak in deep voices. i frantically offer her handkerchiefs and trip over my own two feet. a smile crawls up over her, slowly. i dab my sweat away and offer her the used rag. i feign a fluster, turn a terrible cartwheel, make shadow puppets. the sound of her laugh, raw and rusty, sends shivers through me.

for a while, i do not see her after this. but then i am called to her chambers. she is crying again. i offer silly gifts, pebbles and dusting rags and a candlestick from her own kitchen, pretend to steal it, use it as a hat, rock it as a babe. she laughs more easily this time, gladly, and when she laughs i am taken by more important maids, thereby officially Excused.

it goes like this for months. the winter comes. i rarely see her. i spend my week thinking about ways to please her. i knick interesting cookies, show her shiny buttons, learn to cartwheel in a full skirt, and then promptly how to make it look foolish again. i learn how to juggle hot bread and dance as a man would, i learn how to balance on a ball and how to fall down without hurting myself, how to fake a fight with my own body, which colors she likes and which don’t please her.

i show up on a cold eve with a knotted line of scarves hidden down my sleeve, worried and breathless, wondering why she’s been crying. the door opens and she is sitting there, happy. at first i’m confused, but she waves me in. next to her is her small dessert, in two containers. i’m not sure how to respond, so i fake a fall to hear her laugh, and then sit at her feet. she gives me ice cream - so rare a treat. i know what went into making it - the hours of shaking. it’s smooth and tasty. i don’t feign my reaction, but she laughs anyway, kindly. 

it goes like this. i see her more frequently. she likes giving me new things, watching me discover i hate kiwi and love oranges and would die if it made her laugh breathlessly. i’ve made her keel over with cackling and she’s put a fire in me. sometimes we just sit there, quietly, enjoying each other’s company. 

it’s in her hands, always moving. little things i thought were just her, fidgeting. here’s how she says she’s thirsty, this is what her hands do when she needs a second to think, here’s how she shows she’s happy. this is how i learn to speak back to her. around her i spend much of my time smiling. i feel every visit is a gift. a new part to unravel. i find out she doesn’t respond to spoken things, that she needs to be looking in order to know you were speaking. sometimes she has me talk and she holds her hands to the base of my throat, her eyes wide and wondering. sometimes she just looks at me and i forget that i’m her jester in chief. i get caught up in her eyes, in how expressive they are when she’s happy, in how when she’s sad i feel like i’m drowning.

i never see the king or queen, but i know when she’s had a visit with them, because she never comes back happy. two winters i have known her, two winters and now we dine frequently. i am often called to stand beside her, to whisper translations of her desires into the ears of someone more important than i, someone who gets to be the voice of royalty. i can’t decide if i’m her friend or her plaything, but i don’t know i care much of the distinction. every moment i’m near her is a moment free of friction. i take stock of suitors and curtsy to them in daylight only to mock them in the candle’s eye later.

she asks me one night to stay. it has been a bad day. it’s completely not okay. i cannot say no but i cannot, by my station, stay. but she begs with her eyes and her hands and i know i’ll take the punishment. 

we lie beside each other. i make sure to turn to her when i speak. in the dark she can’t see me, so i move my hands in the way i’m learning. she asks if i am ever lonely. i cannot tell her that i am always lonely without her beside me, so instead i say i think all people are very lonely and just are pretending. she laughs a little at that and says she thinks her parents are the two most lonely people that ever met. her mother was like her; broke a fairy curse and talked, just once, although nobody knows what she said. well, excepting her father, who was the only one around, and who won her hand in marriage.

from her mother she learned the art of hands, of speaking without words - from her father she learned that who she was included a curse. that she just wanted someone who would make her open like a rose - someone who could fix her. how she stared out into the royal garden and wished on flowers to be what her kingdom needs.

she fell asleep pressed against me. i couldn’t breathe. i was still awake in the morning. 

the punishment never came. we spent nights like this. the handmaidens had grown to know me. whenever their princess was stubborn, i worked magic and made her lovely.

it was a terrible thing. i did too good a job, i think. the princess glowed too much or shone too brightly - or at least, i saw it that way, so who knows what the truth is. every day it felt like we were being rushed with princes. 

her father’s temper at hosting failed. it was the day before her twenty-first birthday and first time i’d ever seen him. he stormed in at the end of the session. “just speak!” he said, “it’s not that hard! do for others what your mother did!” 

“tomorrow is your last day of this,” he warned her, “either you pick a prince or i pick for you. i’m done with it.”

he stormed off. she was left shellshocked and trembling. that night she didn’t ask me to come, but i waited outside, just in case she changed her mind. i understood why she needed space. either she’d speak and be married tomorrow or she’d be married shortly. i heard her crying and it took everything in my power not to rush in and hold her, cradle her gently. but i cannot come into a room of a royal person without being invited. i stayed there, tears in my own eyes, thinking of treason.

the next day was a huge festival. what had been a birthday celebration was turned into a day about princes. i watched her shake her head. i tried to cheer her up. i tried everything. i frequently came inches from causing public humiliation, toed the line of mocking and failing to acknowledge my station. she wouldn’t smile. not once. not even for anything.

the day was long. the bonfire wore down. i watched her crumple into herself. i was out of ideas. i knelt at her feet. her eyes barely looked at me. just wait, i said to her with my hands, i’ll be right back. i took off running.

the price of stealing is losing my hands. these things that i spoke to her with. these things that mattered so much to me, that helped with my comedy and cleaning. 

i didn’t think of them. i bloodied my fingers when i ripped the royal roses from their stems. and then i ran, as fast as i could, back to her feet. i picked them to show you, i said, as she gasped, looking at my treason, they’re beautiful and nobody told them to open to reveal their secrets to the bees. they are unbroken. as you are. as you always will be. 

she fell off her throne and for a second i was beyond speaking, worried something had happened, or she’d fainted, or i’d said the wrong thing. but then she was on her knees, her arms around me, and i heard it. i heard the soft croak of her speaking. just one word, and it sent shivers down me. my name, in her voice, awkward and unwieldy, but full of love and passion, burning fire through me.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. i was pulled away from her. they already had me in handcuffs while i struggled to get back to her, to tell her i loved her, to beg her to run off with me or maybe just hold me around her, maybe just have her for a moment, because i couldn’t live without her for a moment longer.

they put me in the cells. i rotted in there, for a while or for no time at all, i’m not sure. the thorns scarred my palms. i watched the scabs build up and flake off. every time someone came down, i flinched, wondering if i would be the next to be taken and chopped into bits.

but one day the light was different. not the smoky torch of the jailer, instead a bright light in a lantern. at first when i saw her, my breath caught in my throat, mistaking her for my princess.

but she was my queen. at first we stood in silence. and slowly, i moved my hands to speak. is she married? is what came out, even though i should be more worried about me myself and me.

she is not. she bit her father on the arm when he tried to make her. then she fought him. and then ran away. it took us a bit to find her, i’m afraid. she threatened her own life and the life of everyone in this place. the queen was smiling. i was told there was a young woman who could make the princess speak, whom she would die to save, who brought roses to her feet. someone in a cell, rotting. are you her?

the memory of her voice rang through me. i’m she.

yes, her hands said, for even now, aren’t you speaking to the silent Queen?

she opened the door. come, she said, let’s get you cleaned up for the ceremony.

the crown of kings. when she wraps her arms around my neck and laughs next to me, i am royalty. when she smiles or makes a joke or asks to see my cartwheel again, i’m lost in her. i kiss her whenever i can, which is often. we have roses in a vase at the base of our bed, and for all of the kingdom, i’d give my hands if it would keep her laughing.

the next time she spoke was just once, at our wedding, where she said the two words i do to bind us for eternity. she had learned from me, from holding her hands over my voicebox, the way i learned from her how to use hands to speak. sometimes at night she says my name, just because she likes what it does to me.

i’m more blessed than a king. every day i spend with her is a day i spend happily. 

Little things I liked about Spider-Man: Homecoming (contains spoilers)

(I just came back from watching it again so gotta jot these down while they’re fresh in my mind)

  • Peter being a relatable teen
  • Tony being a relatable dad
  • Karen being voiced by Jennifer Connelly who is married to Paul Bettany who voices JARVIS/Vision
    • technically Karen is married to JARVIS then
  • Peter’s love interest was Liz who was his first love interest in the comics
  • The girl that was doing the school news is named Betty Brant. In the comics, Betty is a reporter for Jonah Jameson. I guess she’s working toward that role, huh?
  • Miles Morales MCU confirmed
  • Donald Glover playing Aaron Davis aka the Prowler aka Miles’ uncle
  • Donald Glover being the one that dropped that huge bombshell about Miles Morales because Donald
    • is a huge Spidey fan. If you watched Community, he wears a Spidey tie, Spidey PJs, and a Spidey shirt in three episodes
    • voices Miles Morales in the Ultimate Spider-Man cartoon
    • supported the fans that were trying to get him as the new Spidey before Andrew Garfield was cast
  • Forehead of Security reference!!!!! xD I was the only one laughing when it got a passing mention. 
  • Happy kept the freaking ring since 2008 which is when Iron Man came out. The movie that started it all…..
  • The theme song played in the beginning during the Marvel sequence!!!!
  • Iron Spider ???????
  • Tony delivering those lines to Peter after the ferry incident were similar to the ones he delivers to Steve Rogers after Peter Parker’s death in the comics
  • Ned Leeds being a nod to the Hobgoblin and Ganke Lee at the same time
  • There was a teacher in Peter’s school that kinda looked like a kindergarten teacher from the elementary school in my town. Mr. Wells, if that was you, I never pictured you as an actor. 
  • Diversity
  • The school kids actually looked like teens???? Wow
  • Michael Keaton was damn awesome
  • Actually, the whole cast was great
  • Comedic timing
  • Having a whole bunch of villains without you even realizing it until the end 
    • there was the one everybody saw, The Vulture, but there was also 
    • the Scorpion (dude with the Scorpion tattoo, he was the guy from the prison scene and the ferry scene) 
    • there were two Shockers (one died but the others still there) 
    • the Prowler (Donald Glover) 
    • and the Tinkerer (the guy that created the weapons)
  • Also, for all you (and me) fanfic writers out there, now we have loads of material for SuperFamily stuff, don’t you think? :P
  • Those Steve Rogers PSAs wtf? 
  • This time MJ stalks Peter instead of the other way around. Interesting
  • “He’s probably a war criminal now”
  • “I was looking at….porn….”
  • “What the fu–”
  • “I got ice cream”
  • Tony Stark fucking listened to Peter!!!! He sent the FBI to the Ferry to take care of what Peter had told him!!!!!! And then he called Peter to possibly tell him but we’ll never know cuz Peter hung up on him. Such a great dad *tears*
  • Happy not being able to say Mjolnir Megingjörð. (I wanna give thanks to  youvegotyourvictory for correcting me on this. Even after two times I’m still learning new stuff. May have to watch it again haha!)
  • They have Cap’s Shield prototype 
  • The after credits scene…fuck you Marvel…just fuck you
  • Oh I almost forgot one! The scene in the rubble! Not only was it emotional and reminded us that Peter is a kid but also the scene where the reflection shows half Peter’s face and half Spidey’s mask was actually the cover for one of the comics!
Tom Holland | Marry Me?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: hi love! could you possibly do an imagine about tom proposing to you, but like can you try and make it different from the usual proposal? thank you! (send in requests)

Summary: Tom struggles to find the perfect moment to pop the question. 

Warnings: Deadass the most fluff I’ve ever written in my life

Word Count: 1.4K


Tom had been planning out your proposal for much longer than he’d care to admit to anyone, except maybe his mum; in fact, she was the first person to know about his future plans. It was right after the two of you had visited his parents home and Tom saw how well you had managed to fit into his family.  

He watched you laughing heartily with his brothers and talking avidly with his mother and he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face as he leant against the kitchen doorway. Only one thought was running through his mind as he stared at you; I am a goner and when you glanced at him, a smile completely lighting up your face, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

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Stiles wakes up to his own groans, throbbing between the legs and knowing instantly that he isn’t imagining that sweet, wet suction around his cock. Peeking under the covers, he groans even louder as wide eyes alight with mischief peer back at him. Glancing at the clock, it’s a quarter past seven and he’s gonna be late for work, but glancing back down at the mouth around his dick, he knows he really doesn’t care. She’s got his cock locked up between her lips just the way he likes, not too tight or too lose, sucking him in a rhythm that’s long and slow and teasing.

“Baby,” Stiles moans, hands tangling in her hair.

“Mmm,” she hums around his cock, slurping her way back up and pulling off for air.

“Fuck, honey, you know I gotta work,” he growls, tugging her up his body to get at her swollen lips.

“Go in late. Call in sick. Fuck me,” She whispers, allowing him to kiss her while rubbing her wet folds against his aching cock.

Stiles just can’t; he’s a weak man. Rolling her over, he slips inside her, cock making a space for itself. It feels like coming home; Stiles doesn’t think that the feeling will over fade honestly and it’s been that way since the first time. There’s just something about getting her on her back, legs wrapped around him and lips parted on his name that makes Stiles wanna lay in bed all day and give it to her just how they like it. Call him pussy whipped but it’s more than that, a deep seated need to bring her higher and claim her from the inside out nearly every time they touch. She’s so responsive as he pumps his hips into her, legs tightening and loosening around his waist in intervals, showing that she’s bound to burst any moment.

“That’s it, let it out baby girl,” he croons, watching as the fire in her belly bursts and she explodes around him like a supernova.

“Stiles,” she chokes and he fills her to the brim. He buries his head in her neck, hips stuttering his release after holding back for so long.

“Little Devil,” he pants, looking at the clock to see that even if he were to leave without showering, he’d be a good half hour late to work. “Gonna get me fired.”

She watches as he pulls away, legs not letting him get too far. “Don’t go,” she whispers, pulling him back in. “Stay with me.”

“Sweetheart, you know I gotta-,” her pout stalls him. She’s a fucking minx and she knows it, using momentum and leverage to get him back under her.

“One more time?”

“Fuck,” Stiles groans, cock hard again already. “One more time,” he nods.

She sinks onto his cock easy as pie, watching him watch her. Stiles knows he’s not leaving for work any time soon and by the time he even thinks about calling in, they’ve fucked three times and fooled around in the shower. When she gets him locked between her legs on the dryer, Stiles knows he’s doomed for good, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Baby,” he murmurs, sinking into her once more as she shakes along with the dryer’s cycle.

“Uh-huh?”

“Love you.”

She looks at Stiles with something like a smile, about to say it back before her face is warped into one of pleasure, Stiles’ name leaving her lips in a chant. She always looks so good taking his cock and makes him feel so powerful when she clings to and scratches at him, trusting him to please her. It’s a heady feeling, knowing that he’s the one making her feel this good, knowing that he’s the one who’s going to be touching her like this for the rest of her life. She comes with his name on her tongue, thighs clenching at his hips with all their strength. He follows after her, dopey, lovestruck smile on his face.

~

Later on, he’s grabbing his stuff and heading for the door, deputy’s uniform fitting him like a glove. She watches him with hooded eyes, lip tucked between her teeth because Stiles looks like a damn snack and he knows it. He shakes his head at her as she stalks closer, looking like she’s gonna ravish him for the fiftieth time.

“Uh-uh, no you don’t,” he warns, bag lunch between them like a shield.

“Later?” She asks, big, doe eyes pleading.

Stiles groans, nodding. Promises her that he’ll fuck her into the mattress when he gets home. He goes to leave but her voice calls out once more, honey sweet and everything he needs.

“I love you, Mr. Stilinski.”

He smiles, mouth hurting with how wide it is. “I love you too, Mrs. Stilinski.” And he’s out the door.

~

Thirty minutes later, he walks through the police department doors, not able to look anyone in the eye when they ask where on earth he’s been all day. The hardest of them all is his father, who has that knowing look on his face but says nothing, which Stiles is grateful for. Or at least he would be, if he didn’t hear the rumble of “pft, newlyweds,” huffed under his dad’s breath. Stiles just slinks to his desk and takes looking at the picture of the two of them on their wedding day. He’s a lucky man, he thinks, both in and out of the sheets.

It isn’t until he’s realized that he’s not alone in the room, looking up to see his wife’s face, mischief written all over it. He’s not that shocked, but still startles, knows that he definitely won’t get shit done today. He clears his throat, shakes his head, and puts on his deputy voice.

“Anything I can do for you, ma'am?”

“I came to turn myself in,” she chuckles, closing the door behind her as she slinks into the room.

“The offense?”

“Oh, you’ll see.”

She’s in his lap in seconds, lips locked with his and fingers tangled in his hair. Stiles is a goner, never stood a chance and he’s completely okay with that. If his dick is what she craves, then who is he to tell her no? Doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks because he’s gonna enjoy it while it lasts.

~

“You like to get me in trouble, huh?” He asks, when they’re finally home, cuddled up in bed.

She shrugs, giggling as his fingers tickle her sides. “Well they say, increased sex drive is expected in the second trimester.”

It takes Stiles a second to catch up. He rolls over her, eyes twinkling in hopes that he heard her right. He’s going to be a dad? Him? A little Stilinski boy or girl with her hair and his eyes and just, wow. He’s gonna be a dad. He also takes a look at her stomach, trying to notice the barely there curve of it. She pulls him down for a kiss, smiling into it.

“Happy belated Father’s Day, Stiles,” she whispers against his lips.

And if they fuck again to celebrate, well, that’s their business.

young justice panel thoughts

let me be real about the panel

  • I AM FUCKING PUMPED FOR SPOILER ARROWETTE AND 13
  • i really hope that zee is 13′s mentor bc my girl deserves so much more love
  • that’s if she’s a magic user as in traci thirteen
  • the fact that they said “zatanna and dick were to show you don’t always marry your first love“ really broke my heart but don’t think for a second i’m giving my otp up
  • uh steph/tim/cassie love triangle????? i want it but i don’t
  • WHY DOES KAL HAVE HAIR WHAT EVEN
  • why have the whole jason memorial if y’all aren’t gonna give any jason info???
  • bluepulse is gonna be canon no doubt in my mind pls and thx
  • virgil’s new look is fucking LIT and honestly i can’t wait bc i love him sm
  • still really sad about chalant
  • WALLY WHERE ARE YOU pls greg and brandon save him pls
  • what is up with this new ninja look???? 
  • i bet they’re their own covert team and they’re gonna get wally out of the speedforce pls
  • where’s m’gann???? 
  • ALSO KAREN AND MAL?????
  • and babs
  • kinda hope for wondergun but at the same time cassie and tim
  • GAR YOU’RE SO CUTE ILY
  • is my girl zatanna okay? is she sleeping well? eating? i’m v worried about her
  • WHEN GREG SAID HIS FAVE MOMENT WAS WHEN ZATARA SAVED ZEE BY BECOMING DOCTOR FATE I FUCKING BAWLED DOES HE ENJOY SEEING ME IN FUCKING PAIN
  • where is wally i’m so concerned about my fave speedster
  • HAS ANYONE HEARD FROM ROY? HOW IS LIAN? JADE?
  • lowkey glad they didn’t bring in starfire as much as i love kori i want to see other characters
What I Read This Week

(7/8/17)

(Sorry for the late posting!) I read some amazing fics this week, and I can’t wait to share them with you!

Open At The Touch by kiaronna, Teen, 6.5k
Maybe Nishigori got ahold of a lock of Viktor’s hair, and some Polyjuice potion. Maybe it’s all an elaborate prank. With this as his only reasonable explanation, he steps forward, snags Viktor by his robes and tugs him in. There has to be an explanation, mystical and magical or medical, for the best Seeker in the Quidditch world showing up at his door; something besides his portrait, which won’t stop talking to Yuuri anyway.

I LOOOOOOOVED this HP AU! So cute and funny, and also angsty??? One of my favourite HP AUs yet!

The Roommate Trap by impolitecanadian, Mature, 2k (WIP)
Victor doesn’t believe in marriage. So when Chris, his best friend and roommate of 6 years, tells him he’s going to have to move out so he can get married, Victor is reasonably upset. Good thing Victor’s upstairs neighbour is looking for a roommate and maybe a little (okay, a lot) more.

I saw this recommended to me on fan rec friday’s and I thought I would give it a shot! Already entertaining so far, I can’t wait to see what happens next! I also love how it’s set in Canada, that’s pretty cool haha!

28 Tuxes by vodkawrites, Teen, 32k
While planning his 28th wedding, Yuuri begins to wonder if he can ever find love for himself.

I. AM. SOBBING. I LOVED THIS FIC SO MUCH!! The ending had me shook, laughing, crying, screaming!! I loved it!

What Now? by shereadsthestars, Mature, 15k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov, Niki to his closest friends- well, closest friend, singular, prefers to keep his nose clean.He’s not the type to hold a strong presence in the room, or even dominate the conversation. He’s quiet, and mindful. And would really just like to finish out the rest of his college career in peace. So it’s no question that his unwavering, slightly over-the-top infatuation with one Yuuri Katsuki is a bit of a problem.

So you all know I’m the biggest fan of college/university AUs, so I had to read this when I saw it on FRF! I love how it’s a reverse AU, I am so obsessed with shy/studious Victor!! (The long hair is also a big bonus haha) Thumbs up!

Much To Do About Everything by DiAnna44, Teen, 5.4k (WIP)
Victor and Yuuri don’t like each other. Which is, of course, perfectly acceptable. Except they never shut up about it, and Phichit and Chris, who are both tired of hearing about it and tasked with the duty of being the wonderful best friends that they are, decide to finally do something about it. Starfleet Academy/Star Trek AU.

GIVE ME ALL THE STAR TREK AUs!!! I love this fic already, the rivals aspect is giving me LIFE! I cannot wait to see where the story goes!

Jackpot by Ashida, Explicit, 5.6k
”Did you think you could get away with it again, Yuuri? Or are you getting greedy?“ Victor drawled low, taunting, trying to bring that person he knew out so they could keep playing.There was no point in Katsuki Yuuri denying it though, they’d played this game for years now. "Maybe I just wanted your attention?” Yuuri looked up and smirked something mischievous, something sinister. That guise melted into the wicked thing that Yuuri was, and Victor knew he was the one who’d been caught.

*fans self* Oh my lord this is SUCH a good one-shot! Gambler extraordinaire!Yuuri??? Married to a rich casino owner Victor??? This. Is. Everything.

the rough with the smooth by sixpences, Explicit, 5.9k
Yuuri grows a beard. Victor loses his mind. So does the internet.

So this is the second beard fic I’ve read and I am obsessed!!!!!!!!! Seriously obsessed. I didn’t know I needed Yuuri with facial hair until now. How did I live my life before this?

You were too much (then all at once you were just enough) by BoredMoose, Teen, 8.3k
You Barged Into My Dorm Room At 4 AM Drunk Off Your Ass And Begged Me To Sleep On The Floor Because You Couldn’t Remember Where Is Your Room!AU 

This was such a fun and entertaining fic! Light and easy read, you have to check this out!

Falling For Your Charms by Reiya, Teen, 12k (WIP)
Professor Katsuki’s crush on Professor Nikiforov is supposed to be a great secret. So naturally, the whole school knows.

I was really feeling the Harry Potter AUs this week, apparently, and I’m so glad I was! This is SUCH an amazing fic by one of my favourite authors, and made me fall in love with this AU all over again. Must read!

‘cause i know you’re worth it by missmichellebelle, Gen, 2.3k
Victor has imagined this moment a million times. He never imagined it being so very spectacularly terrifying.

The sequel/part 2 of the post-it note office AU that everyone fell in love with! This was so cute and a lil angsty! It wrapped up very nice and sweet, though. Love!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

 before i say anything else about all my thoughts and feelings on 210…

I LOVE THAT NICOLE IS MARRIED

yes, it’s something to be talked about big time between wayhaught. yes, it’s a big ‘ol ugly secret. not technically a lie but sins of omission.. yeah yeah yeah it is what it is.

But seriously, this is something I have never witnessed be addressed in lgbt rep. It’s something I never expected to see. And it’s so personal to me.

Personal story time literally nobody asked for: I got married shortly after the repeal of DADT in Washington DC at the ripe old age of almost 20. I was young, dumb, and in the military. I was also extremely aware of the history, the battles that lead to small political victories. A lot of us were. And a lot of us did get married simply because we finally could. It was a huge deal then - not too fucking long ago.

Same thing but on a much larger scale throughout the US: after the US Supreme Court “ruled” on the federal legalization of gay marriage, a literal fuck ton of us got married just out of the sheer euphoria at the fact that we could. It was monumental for us to have this right. So, some of us (a lot of us) jumped straight (lol) for it.

Did that mean a lot of young people getting married before they were in anyway ready for marriage? yeah, big time. 

I am one of those people who is still technically married just because divorce takes time. It takes a ton of time, a decent amount of money, and a significant (excruciating) toll on a twenty-something-year-old’s heart and mind.  

So allow me, if you will, to paint you a picture. You’ve been watching the politics play out the entirety of your young adult life. You’ve got a girlfriend who you love. The battles so many generations before you have fought and died for have finally, slowly, painfully, been won. You partake in the victory not just for your life and your love, but in the name of those who have fought and died for this before you. The weight of this victory is not lost on you in the slightest. So you get married. A year (if that) later, it doesn’t work out. Like about half of all marriages, yours fails. But divorce is expensive. It’s approximately one trillion times harder to get divorced than it is to get married. So, a few years later, you’re still legally married. You’ve met the absolute love of your life, and you are still married. You still have a wife out there who you don’t talk to. You are not in each other’s lives, but you’ve got that title still.

That is my exact situation right now as I’m writing this. And I never thought I would see that issue on TV. It is a real issue in the LGBT (well let’s throw the blanket term “gay” on it as I’m talking about gay marriage in particular) community. A lot of us are in real, committed, loving relationships but we have actual spouses still. This is a real issue in so many of our lives. And idk if Emily meant to write this in because she is aware this issue effects a lot of us or not, but it’s amazing to me that I am seeing myself actually represented not just as a lesbian, but as a lesbian who rushed into a marriage.

If I went to the hospital right now at this moment in some near death situation, my actual wife would be called. My gf who I live with, have the happiest and best relationship I’ve ever been blessed with, and plan on marrying someday would most definitely be the one by my side, but my actual wife may show up. 

Now, my gf knows about my wife. She’s still my wife. I can’t call her my ex-wife yet. Not legally. I told my gf before we even started dating about my whole situation. Yeah we’re separated. Yeah, the only time we talk is about legal stuff. But the fact remains, I am a married woman.

Now, let me add something really emotional to this picture: divorce fucking sucks. When you go for a divorce, there are certain feelings that come along with it that never go away like fucking scars. You feel like a failure. You feel stupid. You feel unlovable and dirty and shameful and guilty and like you aren’t worth it. You suddenly can’t stand being around your own friends anymore because they’re married and having kids. Everything is a reminder that you failed somehow, even when you know it’s not your fault. No matter what the reason for the divorce was, you are shattered. All the love in the world from your soulmate you might find later on doesn’t totally banish those feelings. Some days, you don’t even think about it. Some days, it hits you like a sack of bricks that you weren’t worth keeping promises to. Divorce is by far the most painful experience I’ve had, and I’ve broken a lot of bones and been through my share of disowned by family, going to sleep starving shit.

So it is not crazy at all that Nicole, who fell fast and hard for a girl she did not expect in a million years to light up her life the way she did, hasn’t found the right way to bring this thing up. Wayhaught has been together how long at this point? A few months? I’m guesstimating 4 at most? I find it hard to feel any kind of mad at Nicole for not bringing this up yet. It sucks to talk about because it hurts to you, who went through the pain of a failed marriage, and you have to consider how to not hurt the other person who loves you now with the fact that you had a commitment to another person in the past. A serious, legal one. It’s a shit position to be in. It’s a nearly unwinnable situation. And it’s one that takes time to process for the other person. There is a fat chance this marriage that isn’t valid to you anymore turns off the other person because it speaks to your flaws from a time when you were young, dumb, and reckless, and promised somebody else your love. I don’t blame Nicole at all for not bringing it up yet. Maybe that’s because I know the feeling. Maybe because like, when has there been the time for such a big discussion?

Honestly, the reason I told my gf about being married when I did, the way I did, was because I was trying to keep her from liking me. When we first met, I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I had just gotten out of one literally days before we met at a concert. Then she starting hanging out at my place because my roommate was dating her friend. I knew she liked me, so I gave her all the dirt on me: I’m married, I drink, I’m a writer, I’m broke, I’m medicated, I have a bad leg, all the negative things. “I’m married” is not a good way to start a conversation. That will keep the ladies away, usually. I mean, ultimately in my life, it was good to have all the bad things in my past out in the air, and our relationship is like the funniest, best love story I’ve ever seen.

But let’s look at life in fucking Purgatory. All the times both Nicole and Waverly have been attacked, been nearly dead, maybe been actually dead, been possessed. They fight demons. Their lives aren’t normal, and they are always in danger. Bringing up a topic like legal marriage? As someone who is married and has been separated for years, there are days I don’t even think about or remember that I’m married anymore. It’s just not something that’s part of your life when you get caught up in school/work/puppy training/what have you. It’s not something on Nicole’s mind always, I can guarantee you that. And when she does think, oh maybe I should bring this up now, something insane like oh, my girlfriend’s possessed takes precedence. 

That was super long and unsolicited, but I think important. Nicole has always been an important character to me, but now exponentially more so because an issue has been addressed that does touch so many queer lives. I feel represented in a way I didn’t know I needed until I saw it tonight.

I want to say that I get why some people are mad about Nicole being married, but honestly, no. Sit down. Take a look at the community around you and real issues we deal with in our real lives. If you don’t want to see the hard part of our lives portrayed, what the hell are you talking about when you cry about wanting representation? If all you want to see women kissing and smiling, go watch porn. It’s just as realistic as this “representation” you say you want. You want positive representation, that is what we are getting in a way I feel so blessed to be witnessing. We have real characters in the media reflecting real struggles. We have a bisexual woman in a small town who is extremely apprehensive and makes rash decisions because she’s been through hell. We have a lesbian with a protector impulse which makes her prone to bad judgement calls but very good at her job, and she’s got a past that echos what so many of us lesbians living in the real world are going through. So, no, sincerely reexamine what it is you want these characters to be, because it’s not good representation. It’s fake. And it’s not doing anyone any favors. 

tl;dr: Nicole is the rep of my dreams. Learn some history. Fight me.