Prompt: Can I request a Jimin smut where you like to ride his thigh and he have fetishist for ur boobs because they’re kind of sensitive? Anyway bless this blog
Author: Admin Em
Summary: Each moment spent with Jimin was incredibly precious to both of you. And well those precious moments had some extra special times, times where you and Jimin would be one, panting, groaning sweaty bodies moving in sync….
Tags: Thigh riding, slight babygirl!kink, porn with little plot, etc.
Interviewer 1: Lance had a good little bit in the last episode of this season that I thought was very poignant.
Jeremy: Yea, his little pep talk with Allura? He definitely has those tender moments, especially. I think Lance is also really good at, like, he knows when someone needs to step up and take that, and there’s not someone else there to do that. He’s just, he ends up being a really good team player.
Interviewer 2: And it is interesting for a character like Lance who, as we previously discussed, he’s very comfortable being in the spotlight. He likes being the center of attention.
Jeremy: Yes! He loves it, yea.
Interviewer 2: So for him to be able to kind of step back and be like, “No, you can do this, I believe in you!” That’s a good quality.
Jeremy: Yea and at this point—like you guys were saying earlier—they’ve definitely grown as a team. They’re like a family now. So it’s also that respect and that care and that love for each person on the team. And so yea, he is confident being like, “I know you can do this. Nobody else can right now, it’s all you. Get it!” As opposed to being like, “Oh wait, I think I can do something!” He doesn’t need to do that.
Lauren: And you know, Lance started in the Blue Lion, which is a support lion. It holds Voltron up. And he’s since graduated to the right hand, which is like the ultimate support to the head. And I think it’s kind of an indication of what’s beneath that surface. That guy who loves to be in the spotlight, but really, he’s really good at knowing everyone else’s strengths and being that team player.
Joaquim: I think, looking deeper though, he’s got—He comes from a big family, right?
Jeremy: He does.
Joaquim: So I think within his family dynamic he’s very much maybe that guy. I think to people outside, he wants to be front and center.
Lauren: He wants the attention.
Jeremy: He wants to show some uniquity, because there is that big family and stuff, so it’s like he kinda wants to be a little more front and center.
He was torturing you. He had made it his life goal to torture you every single chance he got.
That smug smile on his lips as he lay next to his pool, an arm draped over his eyes and he was casually sunbathing gave you all sorts of mixed emotions. For example, you didn’t know if you wanted to punch or kiss that fucking smirk off his face because he knew you were watching. It didn’t help that he had the face of a freaking god but his body too? Dear, nohe was made to torture you. His abs or muscles weren’t as defined as his brothers, the way you had once noticed, but what made you go weak in Dean was his broad shoulders and arms and the softness of his skin. Amongst many many other things.
a/n: might take this down later but i’ve seriously missed writing and the plot of this is extremely fitting, as i’ve been juggling between so much school and stress. i hate using the same excuse over and over again for my in-activeness, but hopefully this makes up for it :-))
“Babe, you’ve been glued to this desk ever since you’ve come home, are you sure you don’t want a tiny break?” Your boyfriend came behind you, bringing his soft hands to your shoulders. The gesture immediately brought you to an ease, but that didn’t stop your nose from staying buried in the three AP textbooks sprawled across your desk. Not a single inch of the table could be seen between the numerous papers you had and the dozens of snacks you had brought in efforts to keep you planted in your seat.
Here you were on a Friday night – pencil clutched in your right hand, and a now cold coffee held in the other. Your tongue was slightly poking out of your mouth in concentration. You had been home from class since the afternoon, but the weekend and your plans were far from what was on your mind. Instead, you were dreading the report due the following Monday and the comp sci test you were far too unprepared for.
“Y/N, are you listening to me?” Shawn pressed again. His voice was still calm, but you knew he was becoming slightly aggravated. You had invited your boyfriend promising him that the two to you would hang out, but you had lost track of time between all of the reading and studying. The pad of his thumbs brushed along your shoulder with just the perfect pressure to force you to bask in the relief your tenseness your body had succumbed to.
Lets just think about our “normal” childhood, full contact sports and how absolutely insane this is.
Zular stood in front of the ComCenter, aghast over the film the humans were screening.
“Human Charles?” Zulars voice quivered slightly.
“Zulan, I’ve told you like, a million times, just call me Charles.” The human called Charles responded without removing his ocular orbs from the screen.
“Uh, um, Charles?”
“This ‘film’ you are playing, these are human young? Yes?”
“Uh, yea man, this is little league football”, Charles turned to Zular with an expression Zular understood to be “excitement”.
“Football? They are not using their feet in this act…”
Charles chuckled, “Well no this is American Football! Its a full contact sport!”
“Full contact?”, Zular had never heard these human terms before. He understood they used the term “full” when they had enough nourishment, but the context did not translate.
“Um, yea it means that the players run into each other at full speeds and tackle, or knock the opponent over to stop the ball from any further movements forward. There are versions of this sport where the players where a belt with fabric hanging on it. That is “flag football” and the player just have to get an opponent’s fabric flags to stop the movement or gain points. But, Zular, where I come from, flag football is for pansies.” Charles seemed pleased to explain this to Zular. Zular did not understand the context again…Zular understood “pansies” are a type of non-toxic earth flower.
Charles continued, “The best, toughest players play full contact football. You run towards your opponent and push into them as hard as you can, so the game stops for a bit.”
Zular felt his chest tighten in an alarming way, yet he pressed forward. He had an undeniable urge to understand the ways of the humans on the ship. He began again, “You stated these where your human offspring?”
“Yep! Where I come from we teach our children sports like this at a young age. It helps them learn to work as a team, and if they are particularly talented, colleges will pay for them to go to schools and play the sports at the same time.”
“And these offspring, they are how many Earth years of age?”
“Oh these tykes are 6 or 7 years old.”
“SIX OR SEVEN EARTH YEARS?!?!?”
“YOU ALLOW YOUNG THIS FRAGILE AND SMALL TO PHYSICALLY HURT ANOTHER?”
“Well Zular. Yes. But injuries are very rare, at least serious ones are. And we are required to have a Emergency Medical Team on scene at all the games to see to any injuries as soon as possible.”
“You..you have fully trained medical staff ON SCENE at these events??!?”
“Yes…..But really, injuries are rare. Worst I ever saw was a kid with a broken shin bone! That was gnarly. His bone was sticking out of his skin, but that was a high school aged kid, they hit a lot harder then, they are closer to adult sizing.”
“Just Charles, Zular.”
“Yes, Charles. You allow your young to run at each other, push or “tackle” the other younglings down, at this very tender age, for the sake of?? What exactly?”
“Well. It’s tradition. And it’s fun. The kids love it. They usually end up making friends that last them for years. Heck my buddy Joe and I met in little league! We still send each other Coms from time to time and meet up when we get leave for a game when we can”, Charles said with a grin. A gesture that Zular had been thought, shows human amusement.
“But Charles….You encourage your young to hurt one another. And this film shows the sires and dams of the children…cheering? Are they cheering the young on to hit them harder???” Zulars face drained color at the thought of sires and dams encouraging their young to hurt one another like gladiators in a pit.
Charles doubled over, the sound Zular knew to be human “laughter” bellowing from the strange creature. Thought his chuckles, Charles stated “Zular…Ahahaha….Man…HAHAHA….I saw two of the kids SIRES fighting over the referee throwing a flag on one child’s unsportsmanlike behavior. Their dads met out in the middle of the field and just proceeded to beat the pure dog shit out of each other. Coach had to call the deputy sheriffs out their to keep them apart. It took 4 other parents, including the church pastor to break them up.”
Zular stood back, unsure if he wanted to find out what “flag”, “unsportsmanlike”, or a “pastor” was. For that matter, Zular was unaware that humans where made of “dog shit”, his human manual advised humans are carbon based lifeforms with most of their body being made of “water”. Humans are terrifying…they encourage childhood violence in the name for tradition and “friends”, then the adults fight when they are unhappy with the results. Zular felt the need to advise the Captain of the new intel on their human shipmates, they should update the manuals…
Humans are weird man, let’s pit our underdeveloped children against one another in a physically demanding sport and hope they can go to college on that alone in 12 years.
Not my daughter, Satans spawn! ~Jack x Reader imagine
This was requested by @lovely-wagner
I hope you like it!
Warnings: overprotective father! Dean, so probably a bit swearing but also fluff!
“I won’t discuss this with you, Y/N, you stay away from that kid or so help me God!” Your father, Dean, yelled angrily. You loved your father and respected him, no doubt, but sometimes he was just so annoyingly overprotective it hurts.
“But dad, I.. He’s just a kid like uncle Sam said.” You tried defend Lucifer’s child but no matter what you said, he wouldn’t listen anyway.
“I said NO. Don’t ask any more question and go to your room! ” he shouted again.
Your head sank and you just quietly nodded, what other choice did you have anyway?
As you made your way to your room, you saw Jack sitting on the couch, reading a book. And you couldn’t help but stand there and watch him. He was so innocent and curious about everything. You looked around you and gladly your dad wasn’t anywhere to be seen. You debated whether you should talk to him or not but before you could even decide you heard Jacks young voice. “Hello. You are.. You are Y/N right? The daughter of Dean. ” he stated.
You gave him a shocked look. You didn’t quiet expected him to talk to you and normally you needed some time to prepare, before you talked to people. It was clear and you hated to admit it but you were unbearably shy.
“I -uhm uuuh… Yea, yes. I’m - I’m y/n. ” you stuttered quietly. Firstly he just stared at you, which you found kind of weird and scary? Somehow, yes, scary.
“I like you.” He suddenly blurted out. “Wh- what?” You gasped and he stood up to come closer to you. The young nephilim was rather small, compered to your uncle Sam, but he was so much taller than you. Also, compared to Sam, you we’re a dwarf. Which actually was your nickname given by Crowley. And so you also liked to call Sam ‘uncle moose’.
Anyway, this sudden close-ish ness, made you feel uncomfortable and you tried to look anywhere but to him.
“I like you.” He repeated, as if it was the most common thing to say to a stranger. “I think you are… What do you say.. Pretty? Beautiful! That’s what it was. ” he said cheerily.
“OK, what do you guys think you’re doing here? ” your fathers voice suddenly rang from behind you.
You looked at jack in horror, afraid of what your father would do if he knew what the boy just said.
“I- I’m sorry, dad, I was- I was just asking jack, what he’s reading. I am sorry, I was just cu- curious. ” you lied.
He gave first you then jack a dangerous glare. And Jack seemed to understand, why you lied.
“Okay. I might believe you.. Just… Just go to your room now, princess. ” he said before giving jack another glare and leaving then.
You sighted and the boy gave you a glad smile. “Thank you. Your father doesn’t seem to like me. ” he said first relieved then sad. “He… He just wants to protectme.. I guess..” You said fact of matterly. “Uuh.. Good night Jack! ” you smiled shyly before leaving the young nephilim, not knowing that he was in awe of your beauty.
Mulligan laughed, watching John run right past us. You watched him run by, his eyes meeting yours. He shot you a wink, sliding between you and Lafayette. His body hit yours, almost making you fall on the floor. Lafayette caught you in his arms, your face pressed against his chest.
He moved your hair out of your eyes, looking at you with concern, “Are you okay, mon ami?”
You thanked him, pulling yourself out of his arms, “Ah, yes, yea, I’m okay.”