whose excited


In my mind
I have shot you and stabbed you through your heart
I just didn’t understand
The ricochet is the second part


“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“I don’t know what the signals are like in your culture, but in mine, when you spend an evening helping someone take apart vibrators to smuggle into a foreign country, it’s a pretty good indication that it’s okay to get personal.”

Holy Shit, Batman!

Deadpool x Reader

Warning: pure smut, breathplay, anal, oral, dirty talking. IT’S DEADPOOL GUYS. Also this is complete unbeta so be warned. 

Thanks to all the anon support, you filthy bastards. 

If you had asked yourself a month ago if you’d ever let someone take you from behind, it would be a very hard no (pun not intended). If you had told yourself a month ago, Deadpool himself would be the one shoving his big cock inside your ass, you would have choked on your morning muffin. But it appeared pigs had finally learned to fly, because you were on all fours on Wade’s bed, a hand on your back and the other gripping at your hip.

“You like that huh?” He grunted, moving forward and leaning into your back. Wade pressed a firm kiss on your spine, “Say it.”

You moaned out, feeling him glide in and out of you. Fingers clutched the sheets underneath you, pushing your ass down on Wade’s cock.

“Come on, kitten,” Wade groaned, giving your ass a smack, “Say it.”

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jon snow; little one

request: Can you do a Jon Snow imagine where you and him keep trying and trying for a child till one day it happens and you find out you’re expecting and the fluffiness that ensues after the birth 

notes: I really like this!!! basically bc I love jon and everything about him ^^ hope you enjoy it!!!

Tears kept streaming down your face while you kept trying to hold them. You got underwater, the warm water around you giving you certain peace of mind over the turmoil going on inside you. Suddenly, two hands grabbed from your armpits and pulled you out of the tub.

Gasping for air, you heard a high pitched voice behind you. “Your grace! Are you trying to kill yourself?!” You shook your head at your handmaiden, who kept babbling around you. She grabbed both your cheeks and looked at you in the eye. Whatever she was planning on saying stopped before it could be voiced when she saw your puffy red eyes.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re crying for that reason again. You have to relax!”

“I’m okay, Oria.” You shook your head at your friend. She had been your handmaiden for a long time now, and she was the only person to who you told everything.

“You don’t seem okay to me, your grace.”

You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself. Since you got married, Jon and you had been trying to have a child, although he was reluctant at first. You stopped drinking moon tea, but it seemed to be harder than that to get pregnant.

“I got my moonblood this month too.”

She nodded her head. “Well, you just keep trying. With your permission, your grace, it’s not like our King in the North is unpleasant to look at. Trying for that baby is probably the best part of the process.”

You huffed at your handmaiden’s words. She was always quite straightforward with what she told you when you two were alone. You had asked her to, fearing people would start lying to you because of your brand new title of queen.

“I think… I just believed it’d be easier. I’ve met a lot of women who get pregnant on their wedding night. Why is it taking us so long?”

“Some women take longer to get pregnant. Others give birth to child after child. Both are normal, do not worry, your grace.”

“And what if there is a reason to worry, what if there is something wr-”

“I’m sure nothing is wrong, your grace.” She cut you off. “You did go to the Maester, right?” You nodded assertively. “And he did say everything was right.” You nodded again. “Well, then there is no reason to worry, Y/N.”

You heard her, but you couldn’t shake the worry from you. “I want a child. He wants a child, but I keep giving him blood.”

She tsked when she heard your words. She dried your body and helped put your nightdress on. You sat on your bed, while Oria brushed your hair. Knocking brought your attention towards the door, where Jon was standing. You looked down, your hands resting on your lap. How much had he heard? You didn’t want to see his face, whether it showed disappointment at the lack of a child, anger or pity. You didn’t want him to know your suffering. It seemed terribly mild compared to what was happening on the continent.

“This is my cue. Your grace.” She curtsied to both you and Jon, looking apologetically at you. She put the brush on the nightstand and you heard the door close. You crouched on your sit, waiting for him to speak first.

“So you’re not pregnant.”

You nodded your head, although it wasn’t a question. He went to his side of the bed and started to undress. Your eyes followed him around, but his expression didn’t change. He just seemed as tired as he usually did. When he finished putting his nightclothes on, he got himself under the blankets. You looked at him questioningly. Wasn’t he going to speak? Noticing your gaze, he patted the space next to him and you scurried to your side of the bed, your shoulders touching. He didn’t say anything at first, but just grabbed your hand under the layers. Your eyes watered immediately.

“It’s fine, Y/N. It is not your fault. It could never be.”

“But what if it is?!”

“Listen to me.” He turned to you and looked at you straight in the eye, his grey ones boring into yours. “I’m not going to love you any less if you don’t give me any children. If I love you, it is because of who you are, not because of what you could give me. Do you understand?” You nodded your head, but your insecurity was still bugging you at the back of your head.

“What would happen… if we never have a child?”

His face showed pain, the same that yours probably showed, but his words were strong and honest when he voiced them. “We’ll keep living our lives as we’ve done. Will the love you feel diminish if we never have a child?” You shook your head. “Nor will mine for you. We’ll be as happy as ever.”

You nodded your head, feeling better in his presence, always making you calmer. You closed your eyes and laid on his chest, his warmth embracing you, his arms holding you close and his chin resting atop of your head. When he hugged you, hidden behind the blankets and your chamber’s walls, you could feel human again, like it was just Jon and you, and there was no war or no worrisome thoughts clouding your head.

“You know—you said—Ghost can always have little wolves, and we help him raise them.” He laughed, his chest rumbling with laughter behind your back.

“Yes, he could. But meanwhile we just have to keep trying.” You laughed and kissed him, feeling the weight on your shoulders.


“Are you sure, Maester?”

“I’ve tended pregnant women before, your grace. I do not wish to sound too arrogant, but I think I’m right.”

You tried to control your shaking breath while you walked back to your chambers, your drumming heartbeat deafening you. You were with child. Finally. Everyone was right. There seemed to be nothing wrong with, but maybe certain amounts of anxiety. You were looking for Jon now. You just roamed the castle until you found Ghost jumping in the snow, playing around. It still surprised you how he could go from a wild beast to an adorable and docile animal.

“Hello, Ghost. Can you take me to Jon? I’ve got something to tell him.”

His ears perked at the noise, and your breath got stuck in your throat when the white wolf approached you and brushed your belly with his snout. You had a hard time holding your tears while you nodded your head. You grinned wide when Ghost started jumping around, happy apparently, and trotted towards where Jon was.

You found him in a secluded spot of the castle, sharpening his sword, while a bunch of others laid next to him.

“Isn’t that the blacksmith’s job?”

He looked up startled, but his hands were still firm holding Longclaw. “I’d rather do it myself, really. It clears my mind.”

You nodded and sat next to him, while he kept working on Longclaw. You guessed that the best way to tell him was being straightforward about it.

“I need to tell you something.” His attention was on you. He looked at your fidgeting hands to Ghost’s excited demeanour, whose tail was moving happily from left to right. What a smart animal. It wasn’t hard for Jon to figure out what was going on, for he knew what kind of news could have made you as happy as you were.

“Really? Are you…?” You nodded, biting your lip nervously. He quickly stood up and took you in his arms, carefully not to harm you. He buried his head on your shoulder, and whether he was crying or not, he managed to hide it from you. You would have cried too, but the happiness surrounding you wouldn’t simply let them fall. Only nine moons until you could meet your child.


“It’s huge.”

“There is a human inside there, Jon. It needs space.”

“It’s going to be a big baby.”

You rolled your eyes. “Had you never seen a pregnant belly before, Jon?”

He grimaced. “Lady Stark wouldn’t let me approach her at all on a daily basis, even less when she was with child, even if they were my siblings.”

You crouched in shame, regretting bringing up the topic of his childhood, knowing how much his estranged relationship with Lady Catelyn had hurt him.

“Well, don’t worry, you’ll be around this child for a long time.” A smile appeared on his face, as it always did when someone would bring up the topic of his fatherhood. He only leaned towards you and placed a kiss to your belly, laying carefully next to it.


Jon paced back and forth outside his chambers, waiting for the doors to open. He had heard his baby cry a couple minutes before, and he didn’t understand why wouldn’t anybody open the door and tell him what was going on. The maester said it was the normal procedure, but that still didn’t put Jon at ease.

The door opened, and one of the maids got out carrying a bowl of water. Jon got in, almost knocking the maid off and quickly spotted his wife sitting on the bed, back against the headboard and holding a little someone wrapped in many furs. When you heard him come in, you beamed at him. Your messy hair was sticking to your sweaty forehead, your lips where bloody from biting them, and your breathing was still irregular, but you had never felt better, and Jon had never seen you looking so content. Maybe only on your wedding day. You patted the spot next to you, signalling Jon, who was stuck on the place, eyes fixing on you too, to get closer. He went to approach you, but Ghost, who had been waiting outside with Jon, was faster and swiftly jumped into the spot next to you.

“Ghost!” Jon scolded the wolf. He knew, deep down, that the wolf wouldn’t hurt the baby, but Ghost still didn’t know that the baby was a member of their family. However, Y/N was sure that the wolf was smarter than they thought, and it was confirmed when the animal softly licked the baby’s forehead and moved aside, his head resting at your feet.

Jon didn’t lose any time and took the spot Ghost had left. He sat next to you, eyes wide open looking quite bewildered. There seemed to be thousands of questions going through his mind, so you decided to answer a few before he could ask them.

“It’s a boy. The maester says he’s very healthy, and that the birth went on with no complications.”

He nodded his head. His eyes wouldn’t leave his son, who seemed to be sleeping on his mother’s arms. He had thought he was going to be bigger, but he was surprisingly small. Jon’s eyes widened when you raised your son towards him.

“I’m not sure—”

“You’re his father. You’re going to have to hold him at some point.”

He extended his arms, and you helped him place the baby correctly on his arms. Once he knew how to do it, it seemed fairly easy for him. Without raising his eyes from his son, he asked: “How are you doing? Did it hurt a lot? Are you okay now?”

You smiled sweetly at his words. Even when he was obviously starstruck at the baby in his arms, part of his mind was still with you.

“I’m fine. A little bit sore and quite tired, but overall fine.”

He nodded, and whether it was because of being passed from a pair of arms to another, or because of the noise, your son opened his arms to stare at the new person holding him. He eyed his father curiously with his big grey eyes. Jon swallowed the lump on his throat and his eyes watered. The baby yawned and closed his eyes again.

“Have you chosen a name?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I thought you might want to name him after your father.”

He stayed silent for a few seconds, stroking his son’s cheek, but finally shook his head from left to right. “Maybe… the next one.” He smirked and you could only roll your eyes.

“The next one? We’ll talk about that.”

He laughed and continued talking. “I’d actually like to name him Robb, if that’s okay with you.”

You smiled sweetly at him, kissing his cheek. “Of course it’s fine, love. I like the name.”

“Then it’s settled.” And the day and night went by with you both staring at little Robb, the new love of your life.

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There are now more K-pop stars than ever fighting for their share of the global stage, empowered by social media and a hungry international fanbase. Of the many rising groups, one stands out as far as fashion is concerned: NCT, a one-year-old boy band whose experimental premise suggests exciting style potential.

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A Lesson in Love (The Little Things Part Two)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,317

A/N: The thing that Bucky performs is actually an excerpt from an original piece that I wrote a year ago. I hope you enjoy that along with this super long chapter to make up for not updating in a few weeks :) 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - I hope you know I depend on your editing like Hamilton depended on writing.

Originally posted by chrisevansz

There’s a knock at your door, but you ignore it, too immersed in your book to address whoever it is. It also doesn’t help that you’re entirely too comfortable in bed, tucked under your favorite fleece blanket and nowhere near motivated enough to get up any time soon.

With midterms fast approaching, there are a plethora of more productive things you should be doing, and yet, here you are. It’s as if the words on the page have taken you hostage and have no intention of letting you go.

Just as you begin to lose yourself in the book again, whoever’s at your door knocks even louder. Apparently they didn’t catch the hint that you aren’t in the mood for visitors. “Come in,” you yell distractedly, eyes glued to the page you’re on.

“I’m glad to see that my money didn’t go to waste.”

A Walk to Remember slips out of your hands, landing on your chest with a soft thud. “Bucky?”

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anonymous asked:

are you ok

“Never been better honestly. No need to worry about anything here my dudes..”

“Six Kids? You’re Crazy!” (Jay Park)

Requested by anon

Full prompt: “Six kids? You’re crazy.” + “How’d you expect me to look in my third trimester?”

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    “Are you sure you can fit in that? With your stomach all-” Jay cut himself off when you looked back at him with a glare.

    “Say it, I dare you,” you snapped.

    “….all full of our baby whose birth I’m so excited about?” Jay finished and you raised an eyebrow at him, knowing that hadn’t been what he was going to say.

    “I got a question for you,” you said. “How’d you expect me to look in my third trimester?”

     “Different than your first or second,” he said, and how carefully he was treading made your bad mood dissolve.

    “Well, you’re not wrong,” you said, chuckling. “You’re right, I guess I can’t fit in this dress. Got any other ideas?”

    “Hmm…. a sack?” he suggested and you immediately whacked his biceps, exclaiming,


    “What?” he said. “I mean, it would fit you.”

    “I hate you,” you said crossly and he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to your neck before saying,

    “I love you.”

    “Then can you find me something to wear?” you asked. “Please?”

    “Of course,” he said, releasing you and heading for the closet. “What if you had triplets?” he mused as he browsed through the clothes.

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Hold That Thought 11

Pairing: Lawyer!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing. Strong addiction to coffee. Name calling. In office affairs. Fluff. Secrets.

A/N: Just a fun little AU series cause I felt like it. While I try to get my footing for Frank Castle. Btw Other Marvel cameo’s in this story.
Matt Mudrock
Foggy Nelson
Luke Cage
Jessica Jones
Frank Castle
Pietro Maximoff
Bruce Banner

The Italics are flash backs // The bold’s are Text Messages.

A one night stand at the New York Law Firms Conference, couldn’t have been more fun, and mysterious. When your new boss Bucky Barnes introduces you to his boss; the man who runs Avengers Of Law, law firm and your new place of work. Steve Rogers and your mysterious one night stand is your bosses boss. What you want to pretend never happened, he doesn’t want to let go of. When you find yourself struggling to stay away from Steve, who won’t let up on getting you to go out with him. Can you resist, Steve who is looking for more than a one night stand, while you’re struggling to get through the long days and never ending nights of being a paralegal or will you let lust and emotions distract you from your goals in life?

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