who wants to slow dance with me

ahumanlady  asked:

Hey! This is such a helpful account! :) do you have: A)a new heart wrenching angst? B) pining Viktor? C) college au? I've read most of the ones on your lists...whoops.

I LOVE COLLEGE AUs OMG thank you for this request! (For @ahumanlady: you can find all my angst fic rec lists here!)

Originally posted by nikforovs

College AU

centripetal force by braveten, Explicit, 60k (WIP)
Victor speaks seven languages. (Physics isn’t one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major. LOVE this!

Perfect harmony by BlessTheBeast, Teen, 3.9k
Phichit drags Yuuri along to a party, where Yuuri promptly gets shitfaced and enthusiastically seduces Viktor, then dies of embarrassment, which seems to be inevitable in any universe these two idiots end up in. I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC

Russian for Dummies by cutthroatpixie, Gen, 2.4k
“Are you a beginner?” Viktor was not a beginner. Viktor was the TA supposedly in charge of this study session. Viktor spoke Russian. Viktor was Russian. “Sure!” OMG SO CUTE

Essays and Endearments by kaizuka, Teen, 13k
A guide to romance by Katsuki Yuuri: pine after your nameless classmate for almost the entirety of one semester. Do not make eye contact, ever. Go to class, and if the stars align, it will be cancelled, and your crush will be waiting to endure your awkward attempt at small talk. THIS IS SO GOOD! Must read!

Slavonic Studies by thepossessedfangirl, Explicit, 9.4k (WIP)
Yuuri sleeps with a hot stranger the night before university begins but surprise, surprise. JUST READ THIS YOU CAN THANK ME LATER

It Doesn’t Have to be a Lie by Recesskup, Not Rated, 54k (WIP)
The pretend relationship AU where Yuuri is a shy Dance Major and Viktor is the attractive, outgoing Art/Photography Major and Phichit is the worst wingman ever. This is great!!

Kiss Me and Tell Me That I’ll See You Again by probablytooobsessedwithfiction, Teen, 19k (WIP)
When Yuuri is dragged to a party by his best friend Yuko, he doesn’t want to be there- that is until he finds himself making out with someone. The only problem is that he has no idea who he’s kissing. SLOW BURN BUT SO GOOD

Thoughtfulness at the Drama Club by MattLightwood (TanyaHarries), Gen, 2.1k
Viktor is in his last year of college and as a president of the drama club when his secretary resigns. With this place vacant, the club finds itself in big trouble until Phichit appears one day with someone that could save them… and steal Viktor’s heart. Thumbs up!

Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud, Explicit, 26k
College AU where ex boyfriends Yuuri and Victor can’t stay away from each other. LOTS of mutual pining, arguments, miscommunication, and, of course, angst. Thumbs up!

Yes, Professor? by AwkwardPotatoChild, Teen, 15k (WIP)
“Good morning! I’m Professor Viktor Nikiforov! I look forward to being with you all this semester.” Dammit! No one told me he had an accent too! And to think this was all started because I wanted some pudding! So cute!

Have You Heard? by QueenofFennoscandia, Teen,  4.7k
According to rumors, Viktor Nikiforov had been seen crying in the E building’s staircase. No one really seemed to know what was the reason, but everyone were terribly curious about it. Bonus long-haired Victor!

I will break the ice of your heart by Madlymiho, Explicit, 26k (WIP)
Yuuri is a talented but very shy student who enters in a new university for his last year. There, he meets a coldhearted and strict philosophy teacher: Viktor Nikiforov. Despite their differences, the two of them start to get closer… Thumbs up!

A Skating Scholarship by Viktorsfeet, Teen, 35k
After turning 17 and being offered a scholarship in Detroit, Yuuri packs his bags and moves across the world to pursue his skating. He can’t help but find the second-year student Viktor Nikiforov fascinating and his roommate helps him to find out more. Lovely fic!

the golden hour by wynsolstice, Teen, 7k
The photographer blinked at him before smiling brightly. Without warning, he grabbed Yuuri by the hand. His skin was smooth, and very, very warm. Biting his lip, Yuuri glanced up at him. “C'mon,” the photographer urged. “Let’s get out of this rain. I’ll treat you to coffee to make up for taking your picture and scaring you.” SO ADORABLE

Just Ice Skatey Things by personafreak, Explicit, 24k (WIP)
Victor is an eccentric foreigner revolutionizing the figure skating world, and Yuuri is just trying to survive his part-time job at the ice skating rink. Awesome college fic!

A Marriage of True Minds by Pilomela, Teen, 20k (WIP)
After his application to the doctoral program was rejected due to his incomplete entrance essay, Yuuri Katsuki scores a job running a small local bookstore. Rec’d by a follower!

friendship bracelets // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles & Y/N discover that true love isn’t anything like they expected it to be

Requested: no

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes, & smut


When he was 3 years old, he watched in amazement as the big truck pulled up to the curb of the suburban neighborhood he called home. With his nose pressed against the glass he watched two men step out of the truck and start unloading boxes onto the driveway. The simple action fascinated him for reasons he couldn’t explain.

The sun caught the exterior of the bright red minivan that pulled into the driveway, causing him to squint. He couldn’t believe his eyes when a girl hopped out of the backseat.

“Woah.” He mumbled against the glass, his hot breath causing it to fog up. Quickly wiping it away, he watched as she danced around the lawn while the rest of her family started moving boxes. Her pigtails bounced behind her as she ran around.

“Stiles? What are you doing?” His dad asked curiously. Before he could answer, his father noticed the moving truck and family moving in across the street. “Wanna go say hi?” His father offered, placing a hand on the small boy’s shoulder. Nodding furiously, he smiled up at his father. 

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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!”


“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.”


“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.”


“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


“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?”


- 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 want a love like
Me thinking of you
Thinking of me thinking of you type love
Or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself
About how I feel about you type love
Or hating how jealous you are
But loving how much you want me all to yourself type love
Or see how your first name just sound so good next to my last name
And shit I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you
And I barely made it out of my garage

See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep
And wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love type love
Or who loves the other more
Or what she’s doing this exact moment
Or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts
Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good
Could hurt so much when she’s not there
And shit I love not knowing where this love is headed type love
And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes
All around the how she she never forgets how much I love her type love
And not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about her type love
And hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel

And I want to deal with my friends making fun of me
The way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love
Only difference is, this is one of those real love type loves
And just like in high school
I want to spend hours on the phone not saying shit
And then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me
And smell her all up in my covers type love
I want to try counting the ways I love her
And lose count in the middle just so I have to start all over again
And I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries
Even though they ain’t really anniversaries
But doing it just ‘cause it make her happy type love
And, check this, I want to fall in love with the melody the phone plays
When none of us dialed into it type love
And talk to you until I lose my breath
She leaves me breathless
But with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me

I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan
To something allows me to talk to her longer
‘cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves
And I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are
I mean the lines on my palms don’t give me enough time
To love you as long as I’d like to type love
And I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter
Just thinking about how strong this love is type love
And I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair
Well, maybe not all of the hair
Maybe like I cut the split ends and trim my moustache
But it would still be a symbol of how strong my love for her

And check this, I kind of feel comfortable now
So I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light
Just dying to get hit by a car
Just so I could lose my memory
Get transported to some third world country just to get treated
Then somehow meet up again with you so I can fall in love with you
In a different language and see if it still feels the same type love
I want a love that’s as unexplainable as she is
But I’m married, so she’s gonna be the one I share this love with

Jared Leto Imagine - Honeymoon

This was requested. Inspired by the song Hello by Beyonce.


Your P.O.V.

This day had been the one I had waited for all my life. The day I married my soulmate, my best friend, Jared Leto. The day I became Y/N Leto.

Jared had been so happy today. When I closed my eyes I could see his pretty blue eyes looking into mine as I reached him at the altar. He had cried when he saw me in the wedding dress. We had said our ‘I do’s and then we had the most amazing ceremony with our friends and family. The entire day had been a blast but the best part was coming. Our two-week honeymoon in Italy.

We finally arrived at the fancy hotel together. We were both damn excited to get in our room that was on the highest level of the hotel. It was like a penthouse just for us! Jared held my hand as we walked into the elevator. ‘’I love you so much’’ I whispered happily. We were both still in our nice wedding clothes. After all, we had gotten married in Italy. It was so beautiful here so it was perfect.

Jared looked extremely hot in his suit and tie. His hair was a little messy from dancing but it was still sexy. I was just getting warm in my dress. ‘’I love you too’’ Jared told me sincerely. Those words still made my heart beat. He didn’t need to spoil me with diamonds and gold to make me love him. Jared was such an amazing man and I was lucky to call him my husband. It still felt unreal!

We got out of the elevator and arrived at our room. It was like a palace! Everything was fancy and gorgeous, even the door knobs. We had plenty of time to check out everything. We hurried straight to the bedroom. Although this was a romantic day, he still teased me and I teased him. We found the huge bedroom quickly. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the golden room. The walls were white with golden patterns. Everything looked like it belonged to a king.

I loved this but I would be happy no matter what as long as I had Jared with me. He let go of my hand and he walked over to the stereo. He wanted to put on some romantic music for us. I saw candles all around the room and a lighter on the nightstand. Of course, I lit the candles. Soon everything was perfect.

Jared turned to face me and he reached out his hand for me.I smiled widely and grabbed it. The music and the candles made this super romantic and sweet. ‘’A dance before the main event could be nice’’ He whispered into my ears, making me giggle.’’Good song choice’’ I let him know while wrapping my arm around him. we were really close and he led me. Slow dancing with Jared was something I appreciated a lot. It was just me and him and the moon on the pretty night sky.

‘’Who doesn’t like Beyonce on their wedding night?’’ Jared thought out loud. Then he put his big hand on my lower back to keep me close. The words were perfect. ‘’ ..Don’t fly me away. Don’t need to buy a diamond key to unlock my heart. You shelter my soul. You’re my fire when I’m cold , I want you to know ..’’ I listened to the words with a smile. Then Jared started singing along with his unbelievably beautiful voice.

‘’You had me at hello, hello, hello, you had me at hello..’’ He sang ever so softly. I looked up into his eyes. I could hear that he meant what he sang. I decided to join him. ‘’Cause it was many years ago baby when you stole my cool, ‘cause you had me at hello’

Jared smiled at me. Then he stopped dancing so he could place a kiss on my head. My heart was full of joy and happiness. He walked behind me and started to untie my dress. His hands were working smoothly like it was easy. ‘’You’re so gorgeous Y/N’’ He let me know while undressing me. I felt like blushing. Although we had been together for years, his words still made me feel appreciated and happy.

My dress cascaded down and left me in my white underwear. I stepped out of my dress and turned to Jared who was already shirtless. ‘’Let me help you with that’’ I offered him and I hurried to unbutton his black pants. He kept his eyes on me while kicking off his pants. Now we were both in our underwear. I was still amazed by Jared’s body. His personality was fucking perfect and on top of that, he looked perfect. But if he would ever get into an accident and change on the outside, I’d still love him. No one could replace Jared.

‘’Think fast’’ Jared chuckled and quickly picked me up. I squealed and wrapped my arms around his neck. We got in bed where he put me down so I was leaning against the soft pillows. He crawled on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him. Finally, he leant down and pressed his silky lips against mine. I shut my eyes and tangled my hand in his hair.His lips felt so marvellous. It didn’t take long until our heated kiss turned really deep. Jared nibbled my bottom lip which made me part my lips.

He used that chance to push his tongue in my mouth. I moaned into our kiss and let him explore my mouth. Our tongues brushed against each other. He was almost choking me because of the amazing kiss. I didn’t want to pull back but we had to breathe. Jared pulled his head back and our eyes met again. Both of our lips tinted red and I saw my lipstick on him.

‘’I want you’’ I admitted heatedly. Jared smirked and then took a deep breath. ‘’I’m right here princess. I’m not going anywhere’’ He promised and then rubbed his hands on my thighs. His delicate touch caused a shiver to run down my spine. He moved his fingers towards my hips and kept a strong look directed to me. I arched my back impatiently which made him press me back down against the bed. ‘’Jared’’ I whined with a pout. ‘’Patience kitten, we have all night’’ He reminded me with a voice that got deeper the hornier he got.

Jared reached for my bra and slipped his hands under my back. As simply as that he unclasped them and threw them away. My chest was exposed to him and I could tell that he enjoyed the sight. ‘’So pretty’’ He purred and cupped my boobs. I bit my lips and smiled. Soon Jared started massaging my boobs and I felt goosebumps on my skin. Damn his touch was magical!

‘’Are you horny?’’ He asked me while pinching my nipples. ‘’Yes Jared’’ I moaned a little bit. I noticed that his blue eyes had turned darker. The more he massaged and pinched my boobs, the more sensitive they grew. I got really wet and these undies were awfully in the way. Jared lowered himself so he could press a kiss on my stomach. Then he planted kisses in a both down towards my heat. Meanwhile, his hands were rubbing my thighs to awake all my senses.

Just as I thought he would touch me down there, he froze. He looked up at me with a devilish smile. ‘’Jared pleaaase’’ I scoffed making him laugh. ‘’Okay baby girl, I won’t be a huge tease tonight’’ He was kind to me. Then he bit the fabric of my panties. I watched as he slid them off with his teeth. Damn, he was hot.

He reached the end of my feet and he threw away my panties. I watched as he got up and he removed his last piece of clothing as well, revealing to me his huge cock that looked pretty hard already. Jared got back in bed and crawled slowly towards me. I smiled at him and did a ‘come here’ motion with my finger, luring him to me.  Jared reached me and wrapped his strong arms around my legs.

‘’You’re so wet’’ He stated happily and then faced my wetness. Heck yeah, I was. ‘’Just for you’’ I mewled like a good girl. Jared licked his lips and then lowered himself. I was really impatient and I felt like I would lose my mind soon. Then finally he went down on me. Jared put his mouth on my clit and he licked me so he could get a proper taste of what was his.

I moaned softly because it felt so good already. He gave my clit full attention by licking it and nibbling softly. It didn’t take long until his fingers snaked to me and he pushed two of them inside me. ‘’Fuck’’ I gasped as his long fingers stretched my walls.  I grabbed the sheets and looked down at him while he was working his magic. The sight was incredibly hot. Jared kept eye contact with me which made it even more amazing. He knew exactly how to treat a lady!

He curled his fingers and bit my clit a little harder making me moan loudly. ‘’Fuck yes J’’ I responded to his actions. His long fingers brushed against a very sensitive spot and the sweet pleasure from his mouth made it feel fantastic. I pushed my hips up so I could get closer to him. Suddenly Jared started fingerfucking me harder while licking my most sensitive nub.

I nearly rolled my eyes to the back of my head but I wanted to keep eye contact. I could hear how I wet I was. A knot formed in my stomach and I felt like I’d come undone.Jared added pace and it caused me to cry out in pleasure. A few seconds later my orgasm approached and my walls tightened around his fingers. I wailed out his name as the pleasure took over me. Jared still fingered me but slowly so I could ride down my high. A little later he removed his fingers and crawled up to me.

‘’Wanna have a taste?’’ He purred and showed me his glistening fingers. I nodded and opened my mouth happily. He pushed his fingers in my mouth and I started cleaning up nicely. I knew it was one of his weaknesses. I made sure to circle my tongue around his fingers just like I did to him when I was giving him a blowjob. ‘’Okay I think I’m speaking for both of us now, I can’t wait anymore’’ He growled and pulled out his fingers.

Tonight was super special, not just because it was our wedding night, our honeymoon. We would also do it for the first time without a condom. We wanted to be super close. ‘’Are you ready?’’ Jared asked me while getting in place. He grabbed his member and placed his tip at my wet entrance. ‘’Yes’’ I told him and then held onto the sheets again. Jared pushed himself inside of me slowly and stretched me more. It was so different. It wasn’t just a slimy rubber layer. Now I could feel him, skin to skin.

Once he got a few inches in, he lowered himself closer to me so I could hold onto his shoulders. He was huge and that wasn’t a lie. his size always had me surprised. It’s like I could never get used to it and I loved it. Once he was fully inside, he started thrusting softly. It wasn’t rough at all. Things went slowly because we wanted to feel each other. we weren’t fucking, we were making love.

‘’You feel so good princess’’ Jared grunted with a sexy raspy voice. His cock was throbbing in me. I could really feel everything. I bucked my hips towards him to create a slow and steady rhythm. Jared hid his face in the crook of my neck and he started kissing me. The sensitive pleasure was absolutely overwhelming. I dug my nails into his back and curled my toes.

‘’Jared ah..oh my gosh’’ I whimpered in pure bliss. Although he wasn’t pounding in me, I felt like I was a firework. He easily hit my G-spot and each time I felt a wave of pleasure shooting through my body.After a while, we were looking into each other’s eyes again. Our bodies got covered in a thin layer of sweat as we kept going. This felt so special. This was love, not sex. So it was easier to just love it.

‘’I love you so much baby’’ Jared groaned in satisfaction. ‘’I love you too’’ I tried to tell him as steadily as I could but I was a moaning mess. Suddenly he turned us over so he was on his back and I was on his chest. I smiled and tried to sit on him which made me even more sensitive. My hands were on his chest and he grabbed them with his. Then I started riding him slowly so I was practically rubbing myself onto his cock.

I watched how Jared’s confident face turned to a more vulnerable one as I made him feel good. His plump lips parted and the veins under his eyes got more visible. Then he moaned so sexily that simply that could’ve made me come. I loved making him feel good. So I added a little pace and it made me moan too. He was so deep in me that I nearly reached his balls. I couldn’t get enough of him!

‘’Just like that’’ Jared growled and moved his hands onto my hips so he could keep me in place. Jared started moving my hips in a motion that drove us both crazy. ‘’Oh my gosh J’’ I yelped as he started pounding in and out of me. The pleasure grew so intense that I couldn’t keep myself up anymore. I lied down on his chest so my boobs touched him. Then I squeezed his shoulder tightly as he thrust his cock in me. ‘’You’re so good baby girl’’ Jared purred deeply.

Our eyes met and I got an overwhelming desire to kiss him. So I used my other hand to direct his face closer to me and I pressed our lips together. We were both obviously close to our orgasms so he started adding pace until he was going really hard. I moaned into our sloppy kiss. It felt so good that a tear rolled down my face.

‘’I’m c-close’’ I gasped on top of his lips. Jared nodded and pushed my face closer to his. Just a few seconds later I came the second time tonight. My entire body stiffened for a brief second as my powerful orgasm took over all my senses. I dug my nails into Jared and then I screamed out in satisfaction. All I felt was an amazing bliss of the orgasm and him. Jared had to make me cum before he would.

He still slammed himself into my sensitive wet walls which made my body tremble. His strong arms held me close to him and I knew he wouldn’t let go. Finally, he reached his high as well and an unfamiliar feeling approached. Jared’s cum shot inside me, filling me up. The warm seeds felt strange but I didn’t mind that feeling either. He slowed down until he didn’t move anymore. Yet he stayed inside me.

We were both panting as we came down our highs. I felt like I was in heaven. ‘’Holy shit that was amazing’’ Jared breathed out and ran his hand through my hair. I looked into his eyes and nodded. This got me sleepy but I knew that we were both ready for round two sooner or later.

‘’It sure was but it doesn’t have to stop there’’ I giggled happily. Just then he pulled out and I felt his hot cum squeezing out of me. My eyes shut and I sat up, making his cum run down my leg. Jesus his load was big. ‘’Oh my gosh J’’ I gasped while standing up. My legs were a little shaky which was fine but the cum on my legs felt a little weird. Jared looked at me like he was in a daze or something.

‘’That’s really hot’’ He let me know. ‘’Hot?’’ I smiled. I guess so. ‘’Well..how about we go and check out the bathroom? Maybe we could make this happen again?’’ I suggested flirtily and bit my bottom lip. I didn’t have to tell Jared twice. He got up from the bed and got closer to me. Just as he thought he could pick me up, I stepped back as quickly as I possibly could. ‘’You gotta catch me first’’ I showed him my tongue. Jared gave me a mischievous look. ‘’You’re gonna get it girl’’ He warned me and just like that round two began..

Scared Of Dancing?

Peter Parker X Reader One-Shot

Request:  Peter is super super oblivious to an obvious crush from the reader but likes her too and has no courage to ask her out so the reader takes initiative, sucks it up, and asks him to go out on Valentines Day?

Warnings: Very light cussing.

A/n: This was going to be up on Valentines day, but i’ve been sick for the longest time. Though i’m so happy that i finally got this done! 

Originally posted by manny-mellark

Staring at your room’s ceiling on Valentine’s Day was the complete opposite of what you really wanted. What you really wanted to do is be at the stupid school dance with a date. Actually having fun. But It’s not like people hadn’t asked you. Plenty did. You denied them all without much hesitation….all because you wanted a certain spider boy to ask you. Unfortunately, he was completely oblivious to all the hints you gave him. If you up right kissed him, he probably would just think of it as a friendly greeting. It was starting to annoy you.

It suddenly dawned on you that you knew he had liked you for ages, yet he had done nothing since then. So why didn’t you just take charge and tell him you liked him? It couldn’t be too hard to tell your best friend you loved them, right?

So you quickly put on some shoes, not wasting any time before making your way through the cold streets of Queens, wishing you had thrown on a coat of some sorts as soon as you stepped foot outside. Though it would only take you a few minutes to get over to his place, a few seconds alone with your own mind could be enough to send you walking back home without even trying to ask him anything.

Soon enough, you were climbing up the escape ladder of the cheap New York apartment. A part of you couldn’t believe that you were actually doing it, but the other part was screaming that it was well overdue. The glances, the lingering hugs, the constant blush on either of your faces…you couldn’t deal with only that forever.

You lightly knocked on the window of Peter’s room, already sure that he would be in there, probably working on fixing some junkyard computer as he always does. It didn’t too long before he came to open it up, a slightly confused look on his face.

“Hey, spider-boy. What’s up?” You let yourself in, almost stumbling to the floor, but Peter managed to stop you before you face planted. You mumbled a thank you. Oh god, what a good foot to start on.

“Um… Nothing. Weren’t you supposed to be at the Valentine’s Ball?” Pete asked.

“Well, the person who I wanted didn’t ask me,” you said, taking a deep breath before continuing, trying very hard to not mess up in some way. “So I decided to take the dance to him.”

“Wait, what?” His eyes went wide, a slightly confused look on his face. You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked when he did that.

“Are you scared of slow dancing or something?” you smirked, holding back a light laugh.

“No, I just…,” he started, his face flushing a bright pink. You could tell he was having a bit of a hard time. “You wanted me to ask you for Valentine’s?”

“Of course. You’re the only person I’d ever consider being my date,” you admitted. It seemed like too much time went by with only silence, so you decided to lean over to press the on button of a nearly broken radio perching on Peter’s desk. It automatically went to some cheesy station, playing even cheesier 80s music. Somehow you managed to look calm the whole time, despite the fact that you could basically feel your heart popping out of your chest.

Smiling softly, you offered your hand out to him. “So… dance with me?”

It took him a few moments to realize what you said, his eyes scanning over you before he nodded yes in response, taking your hand and pulling you closer to him.

Surprisingly, it felt more normal than ever. You swaying to the beat under the moonlight, talking about small unimportant things while a soft medley faded into white noise. Your head was resting on his shoulder, arms gently wrapped around his neck, while his were resting just on your waist. It felt like no time had gone by at all, though when you opened your eyes slightly, you noticed it was morning. It didn’t bother you at all, though.

“What are we?” Peter murmured, more to himself than you.

“I don’t know.” It felt cold suddenly, like the air had gotten thick between you. Everything had only been lighthearted until then. 

“Well, what do you want to be?” You thought about it for a few long seconds, which seemed like hours of silence to Peter. Something you had thought about for who knows how long was not happening, and you were speechless.

You stared at him, moving one hand over to his jaw. It only took you moments before leaning in to softly press your lips to his. A warm feeling you’d never felt before filled you up. It felt like home. Sloppy, yes. But hell, did you love everything about it. And somehow, he loved it even more.  

"I just want there to be an us,” you said, after finally pulling away.

“I think we can work that out.” Peter smiled his bright smile, the exact one where you first knew you really cared for him.

“God you’re such a dork,” you noted, giggling slightly. You decided to poke his nose, knowing it annoyed him greatly. But this time it only made him gleam even more. 

“That’s why you like me.”

“Oh, I know.” 

Roof-top Party (Tony x Reader)

Roof-top Party
Pairing: Tony x Reader
Word Count: 1403
Warnings: Fluff (I am such a fluff monster!)

Originally posted by dailymarvelheroes

If someone made a list of bad days, your day would be very near the top. Probably not the very top, that place was reserved for natural disasters and diseases, but close to the top. Everything that could have gone wrong had gone very wrong. Things that should have been easy, like starting the car, didn’t happen at all. Work had been terrible; people had been rude enough to make you want to cry, drink, or both; you got caught in the cold rain; and to top it all off, you had to rush home and get ready for a party your boyfriend was throwing. Being in a relationship with Tony Stark came with its own set of problems, but there some perks also. Normally a party was a perk, but not today.

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Tony Stark as a dad - headcanons

*feel free to add and tag me!*

This is compatible with whichever Tony-ship you want (superhusbands, ironpanther, pepperony, stuckony, ironfalcon, ironhusbands, etc)

Fuck the belief that Tony Stark would be a shitty dad just because of his father, because sometimes the victims of abuse want to be the exact opposite of their abusers. Also, I’ve seen so many art and fics going around about Tony being the irresponsible parent as to let his children do anything dangerous; we’ve already seen him interact with children in canon and he is nothing of the sort. So give me a Tony Stark who is wonderful with children, a natural when it comes to hang out with them because well, he’s a bit of a child himself. Give a Tony who is the kind of parent who is careful but also easy going, the kind of father who laughs at everything the baby/child does, you know, all those silly things.

The kid makes a face when they eat lemon? Give me a Tony who laughs his ass off as he gives the kid lemons and oranges to taste.

The kid laughs at the sound of ripping paper? Give me a Tony who gathers all the scrap paper around the house to spend hours ripping it and hearing the kid laugh their ass off.

Give me a Tony who gets a laundry machine just so the baby can sit on it and laugh when the thing vibrates as it works.

A Tony Stark who lets the kid use the very fancy lamp screen as a hat and toddle around the living room until they knock on something and fall on the carpet laughing.

Give me a Tony Stark who laughs himself hoarse as he makes the baby’s gums squeak with the pad of his finger.

A Tony Stark who doesn’t rush to the kid when they fall and overprotects them and forbids them to play again, but rather walks calmly, makes sure the kid isn’t hurt and gets them to stand back up, laughing at the whole silliness of it.

Give me a Tony who lets the kid jump on his bed and purchases a fuck ton of pillows to lie them around the floor just in case the kid falls.

A Tony Stark who’d take the kid of the beach and build a sand castle complete with towers and dungeons and then laugh when the kid decides to play Godzilla and destroy everything.

Give me a Tony Stark who baby proofs all his house but still manages for it to look stylish but still doesn’t care at all when said stylishness if ‘ruined’ by baby toy’s lying around the living room, or the kid’s drawings on the fridge, or the occasional plush toy lying on the couch.

A Tony who wouldn’t mind to say goodbye to the expensive marble floors of his living room and replaces them with soft, hypoallergenic carpet when the baby starts to learn how to crawl so they could do it freely without any restrictions.

Give me a Tony Stark who’d very gladly wake up in the middle of the night and slow dance in his pajamas while playing soft music with a very upset little baby cuddled to his chest because they’re teething.

A Tony Stark who sings their kid to sleep or whenever they have nightmares, instead of telling them ‘good, but go back to your room’, he pats the bed next to him and lets them cuddle up, no matter how tired he is or how early he has to up in the morning.

Give me a Tony who cracks up when the baby tries to take and eat the food from the pages of magazines, so he sits down with the baby on his lap and turns the page saying things like “Oh, look, cake, now that looks delicious” as the baby reaches with a pudgy hand and tries to eat it.

A Tony who sits down on the floor and draws and paints with the kid, maybe he’s getting some work done but since the kid likes to ‘help’ daddy, Tony gives them some scrap paper and sits down with them, and when he finishes he always tells them how much they helped him.

Give me a Tony who laughs his ass off when he catches the kid making a mess of himself and the carpet and the walls and the table with paint, because instead of yelling he would laugh and tell Jarvis to take photos and then take the kid for a bath and gently scrub the paint off their hair and each little finger and ‘how did you even get paint in your ears and your teeth?’

A Tony who gets a ton of cardboard boxes to build the kid a castle they can play in; he also orders styrofoam peanuts and dumps them all over the living room so the kid can play belief that it’s snow.

Give me a Tony who purchases a Roomba so the baby can sit on it and ‘travel’ around the room laughing and clapping.

A Tony who lets the kid decide what clothes to wear no matter his age or gender; if the kid wants to wear a dress and glittery shoes then he’d get him the prettiest dresses and shoes around, if the kid wants to wear shirts and shorts he’d just ask in what color and if they want cartoons on them, if the kid wants a chicken onesie he’d get them the cutest one, if the kid wants to go around naked then well, Tony would explain they couldn’t do it outside but that they can do all they want at home.

Give me a Tony Stark who would go out and play in the rain with the kid, making mud pies and all.

A Tony who’d gently nurse the kid when they get ill, and I’m talking about cuddles and slow-dancing and chicken soup.

Give me a Tony who is a kickass blanket fort architect who would build the most epic blanket forts ever, with soft pillows and blankets and tiny little lights and if the kid wants to live in a blanket fort for a few days that’s perfectly okay with him, hell, he might even sleep with them in there too.

A Tony who would give the kid all the love he has, all the hugs and cuddles and baby talk and silly pet names and all the kisses, kissing chubby cheeks and tiny hands and tiny little baby feet, and he wouldn’t just do it in the privacy of their home, no, he’d do it all the time no matter who was there, let the world know how much he loves the kid.

Give me a Tony who doesn’t care if the kid does or doesn’t turn out to be a genius like him, he still loves them all the same, he is extremely patient with them in a way his own father could never and would never be with him when he was a child. He’d leave everything and anything he’s doing if the kid needs or wants his attention; he’d pick the kid up when they want cuddles while daddy reads some important papers, Tony would take calls and have video calls with the kid whenever he has meetings or he has to go away on business trips, every single day without missing one.

A Tony who would give his kid the gender/sexual orientation/heathy, responsible, consensual sexual life (or lack thereof) talk without making them feel embarrassed and finish it off with a ‘no matter who you are or who you love I’ll always love you’.

A Tony who would patiently explain death to the kid and hold their hand and hug them as they cry when their first pet dies.

Give me a Tony who would laugh his ass off when the kid grabs his electric razor and shaves half of their head by accident because they wanted to shave like daddy in the mornings, he then would proceed to shave the rest of the hair off and explain to them that hair grows and how they can have it of any length and color they want.

A Tony who would give the kid crazy hairdos and beards and moustaches out of foam when it’s bath time.

Just give me a Tony Stark who’s such a good, loving, caring father to his children.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs


So last night I rewatched Fire (as you may have seen from my obnoxious post). I wanted to do Fire for the @txf-fic-chicks challenge since I’ve been shocked at how few fics there are about this awesome episode! It has everything: cute pouty Mulder, shirtless Mulder, flirty Scully, jealous Scully, a random plot point that CC never references again. 
Anyways I wrote up this fic in record time and @alittlemissfit cleaned it up for me (as she always does an amazing job of making my words make sense)
So enjoy! 
@piecesofscully @kateyes224 (thank you for this fun challenge!) 

It might have been petty of me, but I hated Phoebe from the second I laid eyes on her. I know what you’re thinking, and no, my dislike was not due to her kissing Mulder.
I knew how I felt about her from the second she opened that car door and scared the shit out of us.
One second I’m listening to that cassette tape thinking, alright, this is how it ends, in a courthouse parking garage with Mulder. The next second I’m staring a bug-eyed Englishwoman in the face. I know, commenting on looks is the lowest form of criticism, but really, what did he even see in her?

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anonymous asked:

Can you do 18, 24 and 30?

Thank you for the asks Anon. Here we go!

#18: Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

 The first time he had confessed to her that he loved her she wasn’t even awake. They had been watching a movie, sprawled on the Cooper lounge, her head resting against his chest. It hadn’t taken her long to fall asleep the twists and turns into the murder of Jason Blossom had taken their toll on them both.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you Betty. I know you think that there is something wrong with you, that there is a darkness threatening to break out but I love you, all of you even the bits you don’t like about yourself.” His voice caught in his throat as she stirred. He held still, berating himself for exposing himself, until she started deep breathing again and he was certain she was asleep. Not being able to restrain himself he tells her how much he loves her one more time.

#24: Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

 "Dance with me.“ He extends his hand out waiting for her to grasp it.
“Don’t be ridiculous. ” she responds, wiping her forehead a streak of flour left in its place. She was preparing a batch of cupcakes for Veronica. Her dad’s trial was tomorrow and she wanted to spoil her with a girl’s night of cupcakes and chick flicks. Jughead had invited himself over to ‘help’. But she was pretty sure he was just angling for a sample of her baking.
“Humor me.” he responded his hand still outstretched, palm open waiting for her. She huffed, taking it reluctantly as he pulled her towards him, catching her in his arms. She couldn’t help but smile as his hands rested on her hips and they swayed in time to the music.

He knew that she was upset and stressed, with Polly due to give birth any day and Veronica dad’s trial she was a bundle of nerves. He wanted to provide some respite, even for a moment, to spoil her, just as she spoiled and cared for those around her. She rested her head against his chest as they continued to sway to the song playing on the radio. Her arms wrapped around his torso, she though about how even after these past few months he could still surprise her. As the song ended she looked up at him and he smiled back in adoration at her.

“Thank you.” She says before she presses a kiss to his cheek. He surprises her again and she giggles as he lifts her up and twirls her around, lips capturing hers in a soft and gentle kiss.

#30: Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

“I just feel it is like admitting defeat.” She looked at him confused. “Wearing them, needing to wear them.”

“It’s just a pair of glasses.”

“Makes me feel old.” He pouts.

“That’s cause you are.” She said swatting his arm playfully. You would have thought the world had ended when he came home with the announcement that he needed glasses. He had slumped in his chair in his office, opened his laptop, put on his headphones and played with the new case containing the very source of his bad mood.

He was still there when she had come in to tell him that dinner was ready. The girls were at Grandma Coopers and they had the house to themselves.

“Can I at least see them on.” She smiled, softly taking them from his hands, before placing them on his face.

“I look like an old man, they might as well give you a cardigan and slippers to go with them.” He sighed. He looked into her eyes gauging her reaction. She was no longer smiling in fact her smile had been replaced by something all together different.

“I wouldn’t say that.” She breathed before straddling his lap, her legs either side of his own and crashing her lips against his in a hungry kiss. Her hands moved into his hair, pulling roughly back so that she could meet his eyes again.

“I take it you like them.” She nodded, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. Her breathing heavy. “Guess I could get used to them then.” he said pulling her in for another kiss.

Just pretend to be my date.

Authors Note: This was a requsted prompt. Hope you lovelies enjoy it. Xx
List of my other Prompts found HERE

You hate weddings, they are always full of cute couples who are madly in love, not to mention the dancing, oh goodness, the dancing that never seems to end. Don’t forget about the few groomsmen that do happen to be single — the minute they do their speeches they get to drinking — and that is when they get annoying. If they aren’t hitting on you, they are making fools out of themselves. Then, there is that one couple that is always being very touchy under the table who ultimately slip away and bang in one of the cleaning closets or they sneak off to a hotel room available upstairs.

You sit at the table, sipping your champagne as you watch  little girls happily dancing around a few shy boys, you assume they are brother considering they are all shy and just standing awkwardly with their parents chuckling from the table.

Your eyes catch a glimpse at a handsome man who has two little girls pulling him to the dance floor, you can see him smiling widely as he allows them to tug him to the middle of the dance floor, insisting he dances with them. 

One of the little girl’s steps on his shoes and he dances her around on his feet, her smile widening as he treats her like a princess before doing the exact same thing with the other girl who was patiently awaiting her turn.

You are distracted when a somewhat tipsy man flashes you a smile, asking you to dance, but you shake your head. 

You just saw him dancing with two other women and you definitely are not going to be one of the many women he tries to dance with in hopes to snag one of them. You have learnt your lesson before with that one, one too many times.

“C'mon, a lovely lady likes you should be dancing, not sitting here on her own.” He shakes his head, gesturing to the large table you are in fact sitting alone, only accompanied by the champagne.

“Not true,” You shake your head, “I have champagne.” You hold up your flute glass,

“One dance?” He tries to persuade you but you are not budging, you do not want to dance, at least not with him… At the moment, you’d much prefer to dance with the sweet man who is happily giving his attention to the little girls’ who want nothing but to dance while their parents drink at the table.

“My date would be very upset with me.” You lie, placing your champagne glass to the table. 

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Handjobs | Joe Sugg (Smut)

I was writing my second book on my laptop while I was sat on Joe’s lap with his black framed glasses. Joe was watching me write, he would press kisses to my cheek every once in a while or play with my hair like attempting to braid it or just whatever he does as long as it won’t disturb me since I was feeling quite inspired today.

Just then, all out of the blue Joe blurted out “In your opinion who would give the best handjob?” I turn my head to look at his with furrowed eyebrows and disbelief washed all over my face. “What?” Joe shrugged as if his question was casual.

“To answer your question, I think Harry Styles would give the best handjob.” I teased him, knowing that he wanted my answer to be him, of course and I could feel his eyebros furrow and a not convince look on his face. His chin rests on my shoulders as he wraps both his arms around me pulling me tighter against him.

“Oh yeah? Why?” Joe murmurs breathily, his own breath tickling my skin along my neck as he nibbles on my earlobe. I wanted to tease him more since I just felt his prominent bulge against my behind. “Give me a good reason why you think your crush Harry Styles would give out the best handjob.”

A small moan hits my throat while I felt his lips press against the joint where my neck and shoulder connects as his fingers trace over the waistline of my sweats. “His fingers are long and slender. Perfect for the best handjob if you’re looking for someone to give you very very intense pleasure.”

Joe’s scoff is muffled by my shoulder as he continues to litter sensual kisses on my skin. “Ever thought about Joe Sugg? I think he would be able to give you the very best handjob along with ultimate pleasure.” Joe whispers seductively and slowly starts to push my sweats down until he commanded me to kick ‘em off which I did.

The laptop was now shut down and on the bedside table, my inspiration quickly changed into erotic lust for my own hubby. “So tell me Mrs. Sugg, d’ you still think that your celebrity crush will give out the best handjob?” A loud gasp emmits from me as I felt his palm cup my sex.

“Yeah.” I breath shakily, not deciding to change my answer yet. Joe’s hands were gliding on my thighs creating tingles in my area from the friction.

I hear Joe growl behind me before he switches our position so I was pushed down on the bed and he was hovering on top of me. “I’ll prove you that I can give you the best handjob ever.” He growls deeply in my ear before slipping off my knicker, throwing it to the ground before he gazed at my entry. Joe spreads my thighs apart widely, saying “Keep your hands to yourself if you don’t want to get restrained.”

A moan escapes my lips as I felt so turned on with his words. He strips me off of my underwear and I could  feel my own wetness dripping down on me as I squirmed in anticipation, gripping the edges of my pillow. Joe’s fingertips dance on my thighs, purposely avoiding my lower region to tease me. “You said you’d be proving, not teasing.” I comment panting a bit.

My lover smirks devilishly at me, “I did but what’s a handjob without teasing?” He takes my shirt in his hands, getting rid of it from my body, his lips pressing against my chest. Joe teases my entry with his finger, feeling my wetness before slipping his finger inside of me with ease.

“Oh god…” I gasped arching my back slightly off the matress. My knuckles were turning white and I resisted the urge to touch Joe right away. Even if using handcuffs would be a great addition to sex, I wasn’t in the mood to have my arms held up above me with no control. “Joe please, just– fuck I need you right now.”

Joe raises both eyebrows with a smug smirk on his face, “Oh I’m not done with you sweetheart, I’ve only just started.” He adds in a second finger causing my hips to buck upwards.

“Hmm… fuck.” I moaned rolling my hips as he pumps his finger in and out of me. My eyes shut closed tightly while my mouth is formed in an ‘o’ shape as my hips were moving in rythm with Joe’s fingers. He continues to finger me until I near my edge. “So close…” I murmured curling my toes and arching my back off the matress slightly.

All of a sudden, Joe withdraws his fingers from my entrace. “You’re not coming t'il you admitt I give you the best handjob.” He smirks, throwing his shirt across the room along with his joggers. I press my lips into a thin line fraustratedly.

This boy, my god.

“Pissed? You should be.” Joe says before pressing his lips against my neck, scattering sensual kisses over the skin. My lips escape a gasp when I felt his teeth graze over my pulse point area.

When Joe’s fingers climb up my legs, I instinctively pressed my thighs together to add preassure on my aching region and to deny the welcome of Joe’s hand which would be teasing me if I gave him access. “C'mon love, open those legs for me.” He whispers huskily in my ear.

I shake my head No and kept quiet, still pressing my thighs together. Joe lets out a sigh “Don’t make me open them for you sweetheart.” His tone hinting a slight threat and my stomach twists at the pet names.

“You’re just going to tease me.” I breathed shakily, raising my hips inwardly feeling Joe’s slightly hard erection thats straining through his boxers.

With a grunt, Joe forces my legs open making me gasp. “Well maybe you shouldn’t have said Harry Styles as your answer, huh?” I whimper in response, swallowing a lump in my throat.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have asked.” I retorted, on the verge of getting angry. “What got you to ask anyway?” Arching my back as I held onto the heaboard behind me when Joe’s hands start to inch up closer to my heat.

“It just got me wondering.” He grazes his fingertips on my inner thighs with soft feather like strokes that my hips automatically buck upwards.

I groaned “Fuck you.” Joe chuckles darkly, running his finger up my entrance, collection some of my wetness before he puts it in his mouth. I moaned at the sight before me.

Joe smirks “Sweet, citrusy… delicious.” He kissed me hard, making me whimper beneath him as he puts lots of passion into a simple kiss. A loud gasp escapes my parted lips as I suddenly felt two of Joe’s fingers thrust into me and Joe took this opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth to dance around with mine. “You’re dripping darling… so wet… who made you wet sweets?”

I pant out a breath answering, “You did, Joe.” A smug smirk appeared on his lips. His pace was slow but it was enough to have me on the verge of writhing. “F-fucking… shit… Joe.” My hands are now clutching the matress beneath me. If he didn’t have to be dominant so much about this I would have my nails scratching his back already, begging him to just skip the whole foreplay.

But no, he wants to prove he’s the best.

Joe’s fingers seem to increase their pace, going a bit faster than before. My back arches as much as it can, my hardened nipples straining against the top I was wearing as I didn’t wear a bra. “Friendly reminder honey, hands to yourself. Or else, I’m gonna whip out the cuffs and have my way with you.”

His hot breath tickling the skin of my neck as I fought the urge to touch his body desperately. The dirty talk only making me feel more and more aroused. Just by his sensual treatment I was already so horny from the start. It was obvious he was going to tease me.

Joe’s free hand tilted my head to the side so he can press his tongue against the pulse point of my neck and start sucking on the skin. Bringing blood to surface, marking me as his. His only.

I gasped loudly, my jaw hanging open from the sudden thrust of his fingers inside of me. Stroking my inner walls as they go deeper to find the spot. My lover smirks, eyeing my like his feast. I think he’s rather enjoying watching me squirm and pant.

All of a sudden, I jerked from the strokes of his fingers against that spot. My hands immediatly gripping at his forearms, not caring about the whole ‘hands to yourself’ rule. My head falls back onto the pillow, my nails digging into his skin.

“Someone’s been a naughty girl haven’t they?” Joe stops all movements of his fingers before pulling them out- making me cry out at the loss of contact- slipping them in his mouth. He takes both of my wrists pinning them above my head, looking darkly in my eyes. “Can’t keep my hands to myself.” Joe smirks with a taunting look on his face before he reaches in our bedside drawer to pull out the pair of handcuffs that Jack Maynard has given us as a Christmas gift joke but we ended up using it anyways.

The pink fur of the handcuffs were making me feel a bit more relived than anxious. “No matter how hard I’m trying to.” He continues singing Selena Gomez’s Hands To Myself but without singing in a girlish tone. He says it more like statements. I am loss for words as I watch my husband cuff my wrists to the headboard.

Once the cuffs has been locked, I am now left at Joe’s control. “I want you all to myself.” Joe whispers hotly in my ear, gripping my hips with his hands. He presses his lips against my own, causing a small muffled whimper from me underneath him. The metal of the cuffs burning into my skin with each twist of my wrist. “Cat got your tongue?”

My mouth couldn’t bear to speak once his fingers are slipping with ease inside of me. He hisses in awe at how easy his fingers are gliding over my wet heat. “You’ve gotten real wet love, real wet for me.”

From the neglected stimulation of my nerves, I release unexpectedly. “My, would you look at that? You came.” His face holds a mock of shock and there’s a glint in his eyes.

“I couldn’t help it.” I breathed, clenching and unclenching my fists.

Joe smirks again, “Couldn’t help it ey?” He slips his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of myself his hand. “You taste so sweet my dear.” He lowers himself to press a kiss on my lips, before heading downwards.

My mouth hangs open in a wordless moan. “Remember that scene from 50 Shades? The one where Christian rolls up Anastasia’s shirt using it as a blind fold?” Joe murmurs against my collar bones.

“Yes…” I whispered, a shiver on my spine at the thought. When Joe and I watched 50 Shades of Grey, we both knew that we at least have to try a few of Ana and Christian’s sexcapades. Without the all the spankings and whips.

Before I knew it, Joe is rolling up my shirt, stopping exactly on the eyes just like that scene from the movie. “I’m gonna be nice and let you talk. What do you want me to do?” I can picture Joe’s lips pursing, waiting for me to answer him. Having my shirt covering my eyes  just makes my senses more heightened.

I sighed. I wasn’t the best at dirty talk. Joe does it better than me. “Clock’s ticking darling.” I gulped, trying to speak but no words come out of my mouth. “Do you want me to get some ice? Like in the movie?” Joe suggests with a whisper. His hands smoothly gliding over my curves at the sides of my body.

“Yes please.” I moaned arching my back. The bed shifts until I don’t feel Joe’s frame anymore. I hear the click of the door knob opening, before it’s creaking. Joe has left the room. I let out a breath, moving my knees upwards to my feet were flat on the bed. I was already getting impatient as I wanted Joe to come back already. “Fuck.” I sighed, feeling the shudders that are hitting my body in anticipation.

Joe was taking a bloody while, all he had to do anyway was to get some ice. Our kitchen is literally one floor down from us.

My knees soon gave up their feeling and fall back down in the bed. It wasn’t until then I gasped out suprisingly until I felt very cold liquid running down from my chest, downwards my stomach. I didn’t even hear Joe come in the room. “Feels good m'love?” I feel his smirk against my skin.

“Very much.” I whispered, my breath hitching at everytime he presses his lips against my skin. Joe’s lips are gone which made me whine from the loss of contact. “Joe…” I groaned, prolonging the syllable of his name. His intentions clearly meant that he was gonna tease me, it took this far.

A few seconds t'ill then, I feel Joe’s hand splayed across my sides as he drags an ice cube across my collarbones before going down to the valley of my breasts. The ice draws patterns on my skin as he drags it, a small amount of water trailing from the melting ice against my body heat. “Oh gosh..”

“I love the sounds you make.” Joe says once the ice has completely melted. The movements of his lips as he was speaking was raising goosebumps against my skin. I feel his body shift upward for a moment, before going slightly back down. He presses another ice cube to my neck, I shiver at the coldness before he accelerates it to the other side of my neck, moving it in all directions.

I feel water dripping down my neck and fall onto the pillow beneath me. I hear him chewing on the last silver of the ice in his mouth. He wraps his lips around my right nipple, catching me off guard at the sudden action and the cold temperature of his mouth.

I let out ragged breaths, more likely pants as he bites into the hard bud. He then shifts his attention to the other nipple, giving the same treatment that he did with the first. “Please Joe… just get on with it…” I begged, bucking my hips so he is aware of my arousal.

“Don’t you like this?” I can picture Joe with a mocking pout, still smug as hell that he was still able to make me beg for him as always. He’s right, I don’t like it though, I love it. I love submitting myself to him as he was the best at dominance.

“I love it but… please… I’m so wet.” I whimpered lightly, my legs automatically opening up when Joe shifted downwards between my legs.

The wetness between my legs was unbearable, I swear I could feel myself dripping onto the bed sheets. “You’re so wet… wetter than before. Fuck.” Joe sighed, the tip of his finger running up and down my entrance, collecting up some of my slick juices. “I’m gonna taste ya love, gonna lick you up all nice and clean.” He pats my thigh softly, bringing my knees up then pressing kisses down my pelvis before his mouth connected on my heat.

My back arches at the senstation. His tongue swiping at my clit, his hands pinning my hips down to the matress, making my hips unable to move. I let out a strangled sound, hands pulling at the cuffs. “Oh fuck, Joe.” It was pure pleasure. I whimper when he gave a harsh suckle on my mound, slipping his tongue in between my folds afterwards.

“You taste so delicious, pet.” He pulls away from my heat, my mouth letting out panting breaths in anticipation of what will happen next. “So sweet for me.” Joe’s lips are littering kisses over my tummy, suckling occasionally for small love bites.

“Please Joe!” I exclaimed, almost sobbing from the tease I’m receiving. At some point I hated that Joe was too good at being the dominant one. He was great at demanding, making me feel hot and bothered enough to submitt to him. “Please! Touch me! Eat me!”

It was good that Joe cooperated, his mouth returns to the previous position where he was licking and suckling my clit. My hips start bucking furiously that he has to hold them down the matress. Honestly, whenever Joe went down on me, it was one of the best feelings he ever made me feel.

“Oh!” My back arches, the cuffs burning into my wrists with every pull I give them.

Joe doesn’t stop, he won’t until he’s made me orgasm. His mouth pulls away for a moment, being replaced by two of his fingers. “Quiet now, love. Don’t wanna scare away Alan and Carrot cake do we?” I can picture Joe’s smirk.

His fingers work in and out, going deeper with each thrust. “What is it sweets? What do you want?” I feel Joe’s body above mine again, his lips pressing against my breasts.

“Your mouth!” I breathed, my chest heaving with pants.

Joe’s lips wrap around one of my nipples, giving a suck before gently bitting on the hardened nub. “Where do you want my mouth love bug?”

“You know where!” I cried, begging for him. That’s exactly what Joe wants, me begging for him.

“But I want you to say it.” He cups my breast, kneading it softly. Even at a dominant state, he manages to stay gentle and sweet. “C'mon sweets, you can say it can’t you?”

I open my mouth, but no words come out. Instead, a moan escapes followed by a sharp gasp and a jolt of my body when his fingers hit the spot. “Fucking hell…” I sighed, my head thrown back deeply onto the pillow.

“Let’s see… do you want my mouth here?” He kisses me, tongue slipping against my bottom lip.

I shake my head, “No.”

“How about here?” Joe returns his lips to my breasts, scattering little kisses that barely touch my skin. I shake my head again, not bothering to answer. Joe’s kisses start to trail down until he reaches my stomach. “How about I go lower? Maybe it’s that cute peach between your legs, yeah,”

Joe’s lips finally reaches their destination, my toes curling at the sensation. His mouth and fingers, working together. My tummy sputters, signaling that I’m close to release.

Joe doesn’t say a word. Instead, he continues to bring all his attention on the area between my legs. The tip of his nose, slightly bumping my mound.

“Fuck, Joe!” I exclaimed, my muscles contracting. Then I cum.

Joe’s tongue licks and sucks the remaining juices I released. Moaning at the heavy taste of myself on his tongue. “You alright my love?” Joe unlocks the handcuffs, kissing the slightly bruised area before helping me get rid of my shirt that was used as a blind fold.

I blink a few times, before my sight finally adjusts. “Yeah… I’m okay.” I was out of breath, he made me orgasm just by his mouth and fingers.

Joe kisses me sweetly, “Did I kill you?”

I shake my head, a lazy grin taking over my face. “No, it was amazing Joe.” I cup his face with my hands, thumbs stroking over the flesh of his cheek. “For a proven handjob, that was next level.”

Joe chuckles, sitting up to remove his shirt. “Let’s take a shower, yeah?”


First ever smut one shot. This took me like more than 5 months to write since I keep getting the feels. Hope you like it :) and tell me if you want to read more!

anonymous asked:

I know you don't do requests, god I know, but let this sink in: - Garrett Hawke in well tailored suit, kneeling, those thick thights spread to the sides, the jacket unbuttoned and spread to the sides, as he has hands raised above his head, swaying his hips from side to side in slow fucking dance, having the "Fuck me and fuck me hard " kind of expression, even better if he had a little loosened tie. - that's it. That's all.

who said i didn’t take requests, whose been lying about me anon, i want names

anonymous asked:

Sirius Black with the song Unsteady by x ambassadors?

Hold on
Hold on to me
‘Cause I’m a little unsteady

“It’s going to be fire Sirius” you kissed his forehead lovingly, wiping his tears away with your thumbs. You were always the first one Sirius thought of to calm down. He acted all cool around his friends, acting as if yet another howler didn’t matter. But it did. 

A little unsteady
Hold on
Hold on to me
‘Cause I’m a little unsteady
A little unsteady

“Better?” you gave him a glass of water and he nodded slowly, trying to control his breath. He wanted to scream, curse, throw everything in this room against the wall. He wanted to jump up, push you against a wall and kiss you hard, but he also wanted to take you softly in his arms, slow dancing on some calm music while kissing your cheek, nose, neck, lips. Your everything.

Mama, come here
Approach, appear
Daddy, I’m alone
'Cause this house don’t feel like home

“You want to talk about it?” you asked, sitting next to him with his head on your shoulder as you both just stared at the wall for a second. “Just the regular” he said, still a crack in his voice. The silence continued.

If you love me, don’t let go
If you love me, don’t let go
Hold on
Hold on to me

“She’s right” “Who?” “My mother. I’m useless. I’m nothing. I’m-” “Sirius look at me” you forced him, cupping his cheeks. “Never say that again” “But-” “Never” he looked right into your eyes, his grey eyes still glossy and red from crying. “I love you” you said, a little unsure if it was the right moment to confess.

'Cause I’m a little unsteady
A little unsteady

Your face turned more and more red as seconds passed, Sirius still staring into your eyes. He opened his mouth a couple times, but closed it, not knowing what to say. “I’m sorry” you whispered, tears now forming in your eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that. You.. You need a friend. And I just-” “Y/N” he cut you off. “Shut up” he said before leaning in and placing his lips softly onto yours.

marriedwithjo  asked:

You know what? I have this headcanon that Prince loves the newest Ed Sheeran's album, "Divide", and that one day, excited by it, he drags Anxiety to slow dance "Perfect" with him. ((Just imagine Logic and Morality shipping them hard, so cute))

**Here’s the song for those who want to listen while reading, also I’m now in love with this album thanks**

Anxiety’s steps were slow, his head was low, and his hood was pulled low over his face to hide his expression.

Prince looked up as the darker boy entered the room, and a sad smile crossed his face. He skipped a few songs on his mp3, and when the right song came on he dimmed the lights, turned up the volume and walked over to take Anxiety’s hand.

Anxiety tried pulling away, but Prince kept a gentle but firm grip and pulled him to the center of their shared room.

“Dance with me,” Prince whispered.

Anxiety made a point of pointing his head in the other direction to avoid the other, but prince lifted his spare hand and slowly slid his hood back, and placed a finger under his chin. He slowly drew the others gaze to his, and avoided flinching at the sorrow in his Beloved’s eyes.

Anxiety didn’t look away though, and Prince knew that was a good sign. He smiled softly.

“Dance with me,” He whispered again.

Anxiety didn’t make a sign of affirmation but he did not turn down Prince’s request either. So Prince slowly took his hand, and began to slowly sway to the music.

After a few moments of no response, Anxiety grasped a bit tighter at Prince’s hand, and took his other to wrap around Prince’s waist and leaned his head on the others shoulder, minimizing the distance between the both of them.

Prince’s smile seemed to turn more sincere and he pressed a kiss against Anxiety’s temple.

As they danced Prince slowly lead them out of their sway into small steps, into larger ones, and then finally they were slowly traveling around the room, Prince holding Anxiety close, spinning him, and slowly bringing a smile to Anxiety’s lips and laughter to his eyes.

As the song came to an end, Anxiety was dipped, and he pulled Prince down to kiss him long and sweet.

When they both stood once more, Anxiety let out a soft laugh against the others lips.

“Thank you,” He kissed him again softer, and when he pulled away placed a few more pecks to the others soft lips.

“I love you, Prince.”

“I love you, Anxiety.”

Marcel Gerard: Mrs. Gerard

Words count: 1086

Warning: None

Summery: You’re married to Marcel, and Klaus likes you and causes a scene. So Marcel gets jealous. (season 1 of the Originals) 

A/N: A bit shorter than I would’ve liked, but I’m so proud of it, so show it some love. Also I have trouble with the internet so the gif won’t upload so i’ll add it later.

You’re the queen of New Orleans. You have been the queen for a bit over a hundred years. Well since the day you married Marcel Gerard that is. You met him right before the Mikaelsons fled New Orleans, leaving it burning.

You haven’t met any of the originals, all you know about them is from Marcel. That is all changed when Klaus Mikaelson came to town. He’s the first original you’ve met, but he certainly wasn’t the last. you then met Elijah and lastly a jealous Rebekah.

You knew Klaus is smitten with you, about the third time you met him. Thus making Marcel is more protective than ever.

Tonight you were having your annual masquerade party, on Halloween. You were wearing one of your sexy dresses, you dolled up putting more makeup than you usually do and to finish it you had a mask on.

You finished getting ready, the masquerade had already started. You slowly walked down the stairs the dress trailing behind you. Marcel suddenly was at the bottom of the stairs, holding a hand out for you.

“Thank you for finally joining us.” You slipped your hand in his and gave him a flirty smile. Marcel bowed his head lightly to you and pulled you to his side, just as you took the last step. “Mrs. Gerard.”

“Why thank you Mr. Gerard.” You smiled at your husband. “Noe let’s go greet our guests.”

You and Marcel walked around and talked to some of your friends. Everything was going well until the Mikaelsons showed up. You and Marcel both eyes them, before one of your girlfriends mentioned for you to join them.

“Go enjoy your time.” Marcel said when he saw how hesitated you are. Marcel leaned in and kissed you on the corner of your mouth, he then let go of your waist.

You walked to your friends and all started conversing for a while, you were laughing and having a good time.

Unknown to you that you have a secret admire watching you from afar. Klaus is standing at the bar admiring you as you laugh your face lighting up, he admired how your hair fell down your back gracefully and moved as you shook your head.

Klaus finished the drink he had and put a smirk on his face as he walked up to you. He was full of arrogance and cockiness. Klaus tapped you on your shoulder, you turned to see who it was only for your smile to fall when you saw the hybrid in front of you.

“Can I help you?”  You asked the vampire.

“Yes, would you mind giving me this dance?” Just as he said that a slow music started, you rolled your eyes.

“I do mind.” You said and turned around to your friends who were awkwardly watching the scene unfold in front of them.

“Come on love, just one dance.” Klaus insisted and moved so he was again in front of you. You huffed and said no as you once again turned away from him, this time you went to the bar.

“Is it because of Marcel? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me dancing with you.”  Klaus said and followed you.

“A) Marcel wouldn’t like it B) Even if he did I don’t want to dance with you C) I don’t like you so go away.” You listed to him and signaled for the bartender to get you a drink.

“Now love you don’t know mw.” Klaus said and you sighed, annoyed.

“I know enough.”

“Well I don’t, so tell me how old are you?” Klaus leaned into the bar to look at you.

“Older than I look.” You gave him a smirk and got drank your drink in one go and left the glass on the bar and turned to leave Klaus, but before you could he got a hold on your wrist. Your head whipped around and you glare at him, he was shocked. You had that glare that made people cower in fear.

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” You hiss taking a breath between each word. The music suddenly stopped and you were the center of attention, all New Orleans vampires took a step closer ready to defend you if needed be.

“You heard her let go of her Klaus.” Marcel’s voice echoed in the silence. Rebekah and Elijah were by Nik’s (it’s so hard not to write Nik instead of Klaus)  Klaus’s side, as Marcel was by yours.

“Niklaus let go of (y/n).” Elijah said looking at the vampires around him and his siblings.

“Why? They’re just baby vampires to us.” Klaus said not taking his eyes off you. “And Marcel doesn’t deserve her.”

You growled and vines appeared under your eyes and your eyes turned red.

“NIK! She’s their queen, they’ll do anything to protect her.” Rebekah said to her idiot of a brother. “And stop pissing everyone of.”

“Klaus, let go of my wife.” Marcel said taking a step forward Klaus. Klaus slowly let go of your hand and in a blink of an eye he was gone.

“I’m sorry for what my brother has done.” Elijah said to you sincerely. “He doesn’t know when to stop.”

“It’s not your fault Elijah, and thank you.” You told the older Original and turned to your loyal vampires. “Now, why did the music stop?!”

As the music started again you took a hold of Marcel’s hand and pulled him to the dance floor. You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him close. His hands were around your waist in an instant, it was like a reflex.

“I’m okay Marcel.” You told Marcel looking at his stressed face.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” Marcel told you pulling you even closer.

“And nothing will.” You told him your hand caressed his cheek. “I love you and only you, you know that right? And no one will ever be as good for me as you are.”

“I love you too, just as much.” Marcel said his face getting closer.

“Not possible.” You breathed out, as Marcel’s hand ran up and down your back ever so slowly.

“You’re right, I love you more than you love me.” You giggled and closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips met in a passionate sync. You didn’t care who was watching, you were declaring you love to each other for everyone to see. Even though everyone could already see how much you two loved each other, and one doesn’t exists without the other. Your love was truly pure.

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1) Rules: tag 9 people who you would like to know better.

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Morning Musume 13th gen interview (UTB+ March 2017)

(Translator’s note: This is chronologically the first interview 13ki had ever done, so there is information now known (i.e. Yokoyama’s blood type) that was not known at this point.)

We’re the 13th generation of Morning Musume!

Kaga Kaede x Yokoyama Reina

The 13th generation members decided upon are these two from Hello! Pro Kenshuusei! There’s a stark contrast between Kaga-chan’s 4 years of Kenshuusei and Yokoyama-chan’s 3 months, but it seems that Yokoyama-chan has an aggressive personality (laugh). They’re beginning to act more and more like generation mates. 

The uncertainty of debuting during the Kenshuusei days

— What was the initial reason why you joined the Kenshuusei?

Kaga: I’ve been watching Morning Musume since I was little, but in particular, when I saw the performance of “One Two Three” (‘12), everybody’s dancing and singing was amazing, and Sayashi Riho-san, the center, was really cool and left an impact on me. I admired that a girl in the same age group as me could dance so well. I went for the 11th generation auditions, failed partway through, and joined the Kenshuusei.

Yokoyama: I’ve liked Morning Musume since I was in sixth grade. Back then, I still viewed them from the perspective of a fan and never thought about wanting to become a member. When I entered junior high, I saw Morning Musume ‘14 being pranked on a TV show. It was a wake-up prank where everyone had to wake up and start singing and dancing immediately. When I watched that, even though everyone had just woken up, they danced crisply, sang properly, and smiled brightly. I thought that it would definitely be fun to join them. I took the first 13th generation audition (no passed applicants) and joined then.

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anonymous asked:

How do you think the RFA (+ anyone else if u want) would react to a MC who composes music writing them a song and giving it to them?

okay if this isn’t what you wanted just tell me and i will redo it, but i wanted to gif their reactions 


  • he would probably force you to sing it to him
  • then he’d start dancing like this
  • even if its a super slow loving song
  • he would love the song though
  • and would take the audio from the surveillance cameras and turn it into his ringtone
  • because hes a sap

Originally posted by forever-homeroom-goals


  • would probably cry
  • youre pretty, you care about him, and you can write music?
  • hes in love not like he wasn’t already
  • he would ask you to sing it for him constantly
  • its his new favorite song

Originally posted by kudaore

Jumin :

  • would buy you a recording studio
  • you would have to sing for him and Elizabeth the 3rd every night
  • absolutely in love with your voice 
  • not even shocked at how talented you are
  • lowkey hurt you didn’t show him sooner

Originally posted by teambullshitsfakefan


  • she knew you had a good voice she had heard you singing in the shower once
  • but she didn’t know you could write too
  • she loved it
  • even suggested you start writing songs to be played in the cafe

Originally posted by goku-z


  • you didn’t even get to finish singing the song
  • he was kissing you halfway through
  • eventually he did get to hear the whole thing though
  • and wanted you to do musicals
  • “you’re pretty and talented just like me, you can do it MC!”
  • he also may or may not have asked you to write some songs for his plays

Originally posted by negativemaya2