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Fixing things around the Haus was never really about the dibs for Dex. But, all the same, in the back of his mind he was still relying on his efforts in that department to secure him housing for his junior year at Samwell.

Which is why he’s a little surprised at himself for the sinking feeling in his gut when he’s officially offered a spot.

“Oh,” he replies dumbly.

Lardo blinks at him, clearly startled by his lack of enthusiasm, her hand still held out between them waiting for him to reach out and seal the deal.

Dex shakes his head and reaches his own hand out belatedly. Only to have Lardo pull back. “Bro. I’m not gonna give it to you if you don’t really want it.”

“No, no, I do! I promise I do. I’m sorry, I just thought…”

He thought that he’d be getting either Ransom or Holster’s dibs. And that Nursey would be getting the other’s. And, despite the fact that Dex has been dreading the very idea of that for the entire school year, he feels off kilter and lost now trying to imagine a scenario in which he lives at the Haus without Nursey constantly underfoot.

Even these past two years of living in the dorms, Nursey still always somehow manages to end up at the Haus whenever Dex does, stealing the last slice of pie while verbally needling at sore spots he knows well enough will get a rise out of his fellow D-man.

It seemed pointless to even hope that getting dibs wouldn’t somehow include Nursey at his side, and so Dex never bothered to factor in the possibility. He resigned himself to his fate. And now, presented with an alternative, he has no idea what to think.

“Do you, uh,” he clears his throat, watching Lardo’s eyes narrow at him, assessing. “Do you know who Rans and Holster are giving theirs to?”

“They’re giving them to Nursey, bro.”

“Right. But to Nursey and…?

“Just Nursey.” She shrugs. “Those bunkbeds don’t even have a ladder anymore, so we figured we’d turn the attic back into a single for now. And we thought we’d do you all a solid by making sure the SMH didn’t lose it’s next best D-man pair due to mutual homicide within the first week of preseason by making you shack up together. We’ve all seen how you two handle sharing a hotel room on roadies.”

To be fair, how they handle it nowadays is wildly different from the roughhousing mess of their first semester at Samwell. But apparently no one’s noticed that.

Dex goes abruptly still as a thought occurs to him that feels like a bucket of ice water over his head. “Wait. Was this Nurse’s idea?”

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The Arrangement (Part 15)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: You have an encounter with Mark, and Dean shows up just in time. The next morning, the two of you talk things out. Sam arrives with some news.

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300

Warnings: physical/sexual assault (minor, no injuries or anything but I know that can be a trigger), language, general angst, low-grade physical violence, little bit of smut… some of everything in this one

A/N: Buckle in, this one is long and jam-packed…. also I think there’s only two more parts left, guys… which makes me SO sad. Thank you all for your continued love for this series, I cannot believe how it’s taken off. You’re all awesome. Also picking a gif for this WAS SO HARD because there are so many Dean moments I wanted to show. But I went with angry because reasons…

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Best Friends Forever

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

*Requested smut, read carefully ;)

Imagine: You are angry because you ex seems to be really hitting it off since you two broke up. In order to help you through it, Klaus Mikaelson, your best friend, shows up in your place. There, he decides to come clean about his own feelings. After that, things get a bit hot in your room.

Word Count: 3043 

A light rain was pouring outside, matching your horrible mood. Today you had the misfortune of bumping into your ex boyfriend, Matt Donovan, and, to make things even worse, he looked like he could not be any happier, babbling about his growing success. Like you wanted to actually know that! Urgh! And that son of a bitch still felt in the right to comment about your life and fucking laugh about it. So what you had been going out and drinking more? It was none of his business.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the radio. Music helped a lot to discharge the anger and keep your emotions together. Right now, it was exactly what you needed. Luckily, your girl power song was on: Beyoncé’s hit Single Ladies. A smile fastly appeared, as you started to sing and dance along.

“Acting up, drink in my cup! I can’t care less what you think.” You swayed your hips to the tune and rolled your eyes, wishing you were telling him that. “I need no permission, did I mention?”

“I take you are in a good mood, Y/N.”

The singing stopped and strangled scream came out instead. It took a few seconds for you to realise who had barged into your room, invading your privacy. After the fear went off and Klaus was laughing out loud, you frowned, angry. 

“This is not funny. I could have had a heart attack.”

“You’re a banshee, I’m pretty sure you are able to predict your own death.” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m just kidding! I came back town yesterday and heard Matt was at Mystic Falls as well. Thought I’d come to see how you were doing.”

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riverdale, 1x01.

okay, so this is coming from someone who hasn’t read the comics.

  • kj apa is really cute. don’t get me started on cole.
  • archie’s “you’re too good for me, always was, always will be” speech to betty was the shittiest excuse ever. i hated it, i hated archie at that moment. just fucking say you don’t like her like that, that all you feel for her is PLATONIC. don’t say this crap. i hate when writers make characters say stuff like that!
  • i’m over the student/teacher thing. done too many times in too many shows. so i’m not gonna spend 3 hours talking about it.

  • i didn’t expect to love veronica, i thought it actually was going to be the opposite but she’s amazing! I LOVE HER SO MUCH ALREADY!!! Same for betty, she’s too cute. they’re amazing together!
    i love kevin!!! please don’t let anything happen to him! I basically love (almost) every character. like this is so weird, i usually don’t. 
  • more kevin/moose, i want to see where it goes.
  • when i watched the episode the first time i got CHILLS when veronica was defending betty, CHILLS!!!! i love her so much and i loved how she “destroyed” cheryl.
  • cheryl def killed her twin.
  • betty dancing in her room was one of my fav moments. she’s seriously so cute.
  • for next week’s episode, please more jughead! I NEED MORE JUGHEAD
  • also, i love cole’s voice. i don’t know why, i just do. i’m glad he’s narrating the story (so far, dunno if he’ll continue).
  • jugheag doing whatever the fuck he wants is my aesthetic.
  • high-key shipping betty/veronica more than archie and either of them. BUT if i had to choose, betty. and maybe veronica/jughead? IDK. he’s supposed to be asexual in the comics so i really hope they’re gonna keep his sexuality the same. first because if i was a archie comic’s reader i would be pissed if they didn’t so, yeah. AND because it’s a great opportunity for asexuality to be represented. and it’s important for asexuality to be represented on tv. but, either way (platonic/non-platonic), i feel like jughead and veronica would have such interesting interactions. i don’t know why but i feel it.
    and if he is ace i guess i just want her to be cool about it, to not shame him and everything. BUT I’M GETTING WAY AHEAD OF MYSELF RN. they haven’t even met!

  • the betty/veronica kiss. aksdlhsjhskh trying not to get too excited about it because it probably won’t lead anywhere.
  • i’m so HAPPY archie didn’t kiss betty at the dance when the teacher was looking, i feared he was going to but you can’t imagine HOW happy and relieved i am the writers didn’t go that way. that would have been such a douchy move and archie is a good guy in the comics, right?! so it would have been OOC for him to do that, i guess. AND it seems like he really values his relationship with betty so it makes sense he didn’t.

  • also jughead/archie. i want to know what archie did to fuck up their relationship so badly. i kinda want to see angst? i don’t know. i also kind of like the idea of something more than friendship between them (their scene made me feel that there was more/could be more between them?) but since judhead is supposed to be asexual in the comics… idk. argh THE STRUGGLE
  •  the actress who plays betty; the way she acts reminds me of someone but i can’t figure out who exactly and it is bugging me ever since i noticed it. maybe a bit like shantel vansanten but mixed with someone else? idk. OMG I THINK I JUST REALISED WHO: BRITTANY SNOW IN JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE!!!!! 
  • betty crying :( :( :( (outside her house)

  • yo, why did they replace jughead’s crown with a beanie?! i mean, i love beanies and cole looks good in one BUT IMAGINE HIM WALKING AROUND WITH A FUCKING CROWN ON HIS HEAD!!!!!! i think i would have died. 
    but the end of his beanie is “cut off”/shaped like a fucking crown AND SOMEHOW IT IS EVERYTHING!!
  • kj’s accent was really good, no?!
  • i need to read the comics even though the show is/will be different.

  • I REALLY LIKED THE PILOT!!!!!
NCT 127 + Jeno Reaction to their S/O having thick thighs

Request: anon: nct 127 + jeno reaction to s/o having thick thighs

Author’s Note: I’m not gonna lie… I had a bit of a hard time writing this, because I feel like all of them would react in such a positive way. It’s not so much of a reaction, as it is an aspect of their S/O that they would all love and adore. Also, the descriptions are much shorter than I would’ve liked //: Anyways, I tried my best… Enjoy!


Originally posted by moonlighting94

Taeil: Taeil, honestly, wouldn’t give much of a reaction. I don’t see him as the kind of person that would randomly compliment your figure/thighs. If you were to specifically ask him, “what do you think of my thighs?” he might have a bit of a hard time coming up with an answer. It’s not because he “doesn’t like them” or “doesn’t find them appealing.” Not at all. He’s stated before that he’s not good at expressing his feelings, so dropping that kind of question on him out of no where might throw him for a loop. After carefully thinking of how he wants to word his answer, he’ll reassure you that he does in fact love your thighs, and thinks you’re absolutely perfect! Maybe not in those exact words, but you get what he’s trying to say…!


Originally posted by withsuh

Johnny: I’ve said it once, and i’ll say it again: this boy likes em thick! He prefers a more curvy figure on his S/O, so having fuller thighs is definitely an attractive quality to Mr. Seo! Unlike Taeil, he’s someone that would constnatly compliment you out of the blue.

“What’s up, beautiful?”

“How did I manage to get someone as attractive as you?”

“You have the most amazing body.”

And so on… Feeling bad about your image is close to impossible when you have someone like Johnny in your life!


Originally posted by 1aeyong

Taeyong: Although thicker thighs might not be an ideal quality to him, he couldn’t help but fall in love with your incredibly sweet personality. And it’s only the personality that really matters, right? He’s grown to adore everything about you, including your thighs. He has a nasty habit of staring at you, awe struck by your beauty, and the confidence you have in your figure. It’s just another thing that makes you even more attractive to him!


Originally posted by taesyong

Yuta: This little shit… He’s, without a doubt, the type to tell you, “it’s just more of you to love!” Yuta is another person that i see loving thick thighs! Like Johnny, you can count on him to shower you with compliment after compliment! But unlike Johnny, Yuta’s compliments would be a little more… straightforward…

“You are so damn sexy”

“You have no idea what your thighs do to me”

“You don’t know how badly I want to mark up those gorgeous thighs of yours”

Each crude statement never failing to leave you a blushing mess.


Originally posted by dovounq

Doyoung: Okay but Doyoung strikes me as such a body!posi person. Like, he’s always encouraging the members to love themselves and complimenting them on every little aspect. I feel like he’d be one of the most encouraging members out of them all when it comes to your body, (thighs in particular). He’s constantly complimenting you, telling you how good looking you are, and how much he adores your body. Everybody needs a Doyoung in their life.


Originally posted by nwfrtiba

Jaehyun: This gif… god help me. Jaehyun is someone who doesn’t pay much attention to a person’s appearance. He focuses on their personality, more than anything. So when he fell for someone that just happened to be a bit thicker in the thighs, he couldn’t help but worship that physical trait of yours. Since he clearly is a fan of skinship, he’s always got a hand on your thigh. Sometimes he doesn’t even notice he does it! It’s become such a natural habit for him. And during more intimate times, i bet you can guess where he has a tendancy to end up; leaving love bite after love bite.


Originally posted by fywinwin

Winwin: Similar to Taeyong, thicker thighs might not be ideal to Winwin, but once he met you, that thought was pushed to the back burner. He quickly grew incredibly fond of your fuller thighs. He has a propensity for drooling staring at your thighs. You can’t help but take notice of this little habit of his, but you never bring it up to him. The last thing you want to do is embarrass the poor thing.


Originally posted by exoticnctlife

Mark: Similar to Johnny, Mark has no protests when it comes to a fuller figure. No matter how worried, or insecure you might feel about your body, thighs in particular, you never get that feeling when you’re around Mark. He’s always proudly showing you off, walking hand in hand with you, not caring the slightest bit about what others might be thinking. All he cares about is you.


Originally posted by markleetrashh

Jeno: Jeno absolutely loves your body! Whenever the two of you are lying on the couch, he scoops your legs up and lays them across his lap, resting his hands on your legs, and sometimes even rubbing little invisible shapes into your skin. You always catch him staring at you with a smile plastered on his face. Whenever you ask him why he’s staring, he just giggles to himself, shaking his head and mumbling how cute you are.


Originally posted by haenyan

Donghyuck: This cutie… Donghyuck is all for your curvy figure/thicker thighs! He has an obsession with hugging you; wrapping you in a tight embrace, and mumbling in the crook of your neck how adorable you are. He also likes to take candid pictures of you. He even has an entire album dedicated to just pictures of you that he looks at whenever he’s upset or misses you.

Business Dinner (Jay Park Smut)

Originally posted by clubeskimo

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POV: First

Genre: Smut

Soft and passionate; no kinks

Admin: Nari

A/N: This is a little different from what was originally requested, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

A frown turned my lips downward as I glared at my phone screen. It was the night before Valentine’s Day and while most girls were all giddy to spend time with their significant other, my boyfriend and I were texting each other about having to celebrate it late due to busy schedules.

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mysteriouslysizzlingthing  asked:

Hi! It's my birthday on March 24, I'd love some AgeGap! Smut. Thank you so much for doing this, each and every story is a gift!

Happiest of birthdays, @mysteriouslysizzlingthing!! Your birthday delight was crafted by the amazing and creative @peetabreadgirl (who also sent along the gif above!) We hope you enjoy!


When it’s Right, Part 2

(part one is here)

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Since Peeta had thrown caution out the window and kissed Katniss that day in her classroom, he hadn’t been able to think of anything else. He dreamt of it at night, thought about it during class time when he should have been focused on teaching. But only when he was alone did he allow his mind to be consumed by more than kissing. And it went wild.

What was the rule again for sex? It had been so long since he’d needed to know. Was it three dates or five, he wondered. Ten? God, he hoped not.

They’d taken things very slowly since then, and that was a big part of Peeta’s problem. He had a new vibrant, young, incredibly attractive girlfriend, but there hadn’t been time for more than a few stolen kisses on their breaks now that Peeta was coaching an outside soccer league with games on the weekends and Katniss was helping the music department get ready for the spring program after school. They rarely saw each other in private due to their crazy schedules and they were already several weeks into the relationship, but they only had a few dates under their belts.

For the first month there hadn’t been a lunch they hadn’t shared, or a night they hadn’t talked on the phone until the wee hours of morning. He hadn’t run on three hours of sleep since college, but being with Katniss made him feel like a teenager again.

Peeta had been thankful at first so that he could sort out his feelings about their age difference - fifteen years was a lot to get over. But now that he’d gotten used to it he found himself wanting more. The conversations they had during their respective conference periods were amazing and with every word he fell harder for Katniss. But if he had to go another hour without being able to touch someplace other than her arm or hold something besides her hand, he was going to physically explode. Which was why he was avoiding her today.

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Just when I thought things were slowly starting to get better, you crossed my mind a little extra today as I walked throughout the hallways. An image kept replaying from the first time I ever laid eyes on you in my driveway. Each day grew longer and nights grew shorter since then. Never once had I been so infatuated with a person or moment, now I know I’ll never experience something so special again.

I’ve always believed in fate. I sometimes think about whether or not we’ll each make a decision that leads to another decision that one day brings us to the same coffee shop. Or even a decision that brings me to speak to you one more time. Days have passed and as much as I have forced myself not to reach out to you, I wish I knew how. My mind is in constant state of motion due to constantly thinking about all of the things I should have said to you but I couldn’t find the right words. Of course it’s too late now though, right?

Crazy how this much can change in over a year, but not a night has gone by that you haven’t crossed my mind. I still sit in a crowded room, 10 shots deep, stuck with the thought of you and what we had. Not even endless pills I swallowed down trying to forget. It hurts how fast it was all taken away. But I can’t blame you for leaving, I was a walking disaster waiting to happen and you knew that from the start. I can’t give you enough credit for giving the chance to show me what I wasn’t incapable of, that was loving you.

But I guess when I thought I let you go months ago, I really didn’t. Although it was what you wanted, I tried convincing myself for so long it wasn’t true. Fate doesn’t really cross my mind as much anymore now that you’re much happier with her. I’m happy that you could find the happiness you deserved in such little time. Nothing breaks my heart more than the thought of how badly I failed on keeping your happiness from being temporary. Things are much more different now and you probably have no idea. I haven’t been the same since January. Back to my old habits like I’d knew would happen. Now all I have left is endless conversations with myself about what I could have done to still be yours.

—  LRS // I’ll always love you, but i think these are my final words
World Poetry Day

I have a question for you all. What’s your favourite poem, and what’s your favourite line from that poem? If your favourite line of poetry is from a different poem, tell me that as well!

You’ve all been such absolute bbs lately and I have an idea for some COOL POETRY FUN that I want to do for you all as a little lexical thank you!

My favourite poem is probably Fragment 4 of Sappho:

I simply want to be dead.
Weeping she left me.

with many tears and said this:
Oh how badly things have turned out for us.
Sappho, I swear, against my will I leave you.

And I answered her:
Rejoice, go and
remember me. For you know how we cherished you.

But if not, I want
to remind you
]and beautiful times we had.

For many crowns of violets
and roses
[…] at my side you put on

and many woven garlands
made of flowers
around your soft throat.

And with sweet oil
costly
you anointed yourself

and on a soft bed
delicate
you would let loose your longing

(tr. Anne Carson)

but my favourite line of poetry is ‘Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun’, from Funeral Blues by WH Auden. It just absolutely encapsulates the dull ache of grief for me. I remember when my grandad died. I was 18, and the pervading emotion for the first few weeks wasn’t really sadness, but emptiness. It was an experience more than a feeling, like living on a different plane from everyone else, walking through the world and wondering ‘why hasn’t everybody stopped? Don’t they know that the world has ended?’ and feeling absolutely isolated and numb. So, that’s my favourite line. Cheery.

NOW YOUR TURN

Lol Trump

Oh man, I woke up to the news of Trump bringing up Sweden. Sweden! :o Apparently some shit went down last night, but nobody here in Sweden knows what it is. People are talking about a horrible terrorist attack.

So naturally, I’m like, holy crap, did something happen in Switzerland?! Since many Americans don’t know the difference. But they seem fine as well, luckily. 

Yeah, shit, I have no idea. You’d think the President of the United States wouldn’t, you know, make shit up about other countries, but times are changing it seems.

Next he’ll include us in a speech how Sweden is on fire and the muslims are raping everyone everywhere so you guys gotta go through with that immigration ban that he wants so badly so you don’t end up the same way. Because you see that shit spammed in every article and video about this country so clearly it must be true. It’s probably on his favorite shit-tier news channel.

I wish I was joking when I said that some Americans seriously believe that shit to be true though. In real fucking life.

But shit, if we were on fire, maybe it wouldn’t be so fucking cold and dark all the time. Eh? EHHHHH?

Originally posted by yakawa

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Hey I'm the praise+restraint kink anon😅 well alex has the praise kink and is restrained

It’s the middle of the night and Alex can’t sleep.

She tosses and she turns and she sighs and she bites her lip and she tries to run through the astrophysics equations that used to soothe her to sleep in college, but nothing’s working, nothing’s working, nothing’s working, because Maggie’s sleeping, but all she wants… all she wants is Maggie. Her hand starts to skate down her stomach and under her pajama pants, and she whines slightly before she can stop herself.

“Alright there, Danvers?” Maggie rasps sleepily, and Alex jumps slightly.

“I’m so sorry, did I wake you? I didn’t – “

But Maggie is rearing up on her elbow and squinting into the darkness at Alex’s face, and a slow smile is growing on her lips as her eyes rake down Alex’s needy body.

“Something you want, Danvers?”

Alex’s breath hitches and she licks her lips and she stares wide eyed as Maggie’s body wakes fully, as she documents every piece of Alex’s desire just by looking at her, just by reading her like her favorite book.

And Alex hasn’t the faintest idea how, but Maggie reads her perfectly.

“You wanna be a good girl and strip for me? Not that I don’t love your pajamas, I do, but um… I wanna touch what’s underneath them.”

Alex gasps softly and does as she’s asked, lifting her hips so she can drag her pajama pants and thong down off her ankles, sitting up slightly so she can drag Maggie’s henley over her head.

Maggie growls deep in her throat, and Alex’s hips roll of their own accord.

“You are so beautiful, Ally.”

“Maggie, I – “

“I know. I’m gonna give you everything you want, okay?”

Alex nods desperately, her hips continuing to roll into the air, because she needs Maggie, needs her, needs her.

“Get on your stomach,” Maggie asks, and Alex complies eagerly, willingly, desperately.

Maggie kisses the back of her neck tenderly, softly, lovingly.

“Color, sweetie?”

“Green, Mags, green.”

Maggie grins and shucks off her own shirt, her own underwear, carelessly tossing them to the side. Her focus isn’t on herself. It’s on the gorgeous woman laying underneath her.

She kisses every inch of her bare back, every freckle and every birth mark, every scar and every stretch mark, until Alex is breathless just from her tender kisses, until Alex is whining and desperate and wrecked just from Maggie’s worshiping.

“Something more you want, Al?” Her voice is husky and Alex whines and grinds her hips down into the bed at the sound of it.

“You,” she begs, and Maggie smiles.

“Good girl, Alex, I love when you tell me what you want. You wanna do a great job for me and tell me exactly what you want me to do to you?”

Alex loses her breath but Maggie paints kisses across her shoulders, runs gentle hands up and down her sides, and Alex pants her answer out. “Tie me down and do what you want with me.”

Maggie tosses her head back and groans and she knows Alex is smiling from the effect her words are having.

“How do you ask, gorgeous girl?”

Alex whines and grinds her hips down hard into the bed.

 “Please, Maggie. Please?”

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

She leans over to their nightstand and pulls a pair of cuffs out of the drawer, and Alex whimpers as Maggie pauses with them just above Alex’s hands, which are sprawled out above her head.

“Color?” she rasps.

“Green, green, please, please.”

The cuff snap closed and Maggie checks meticulously to make sure they’re not too tight, kissing above and below Alex’s wrists before shifting back down her body to continue her ministrations.

“What I want with you, huh?” she asks, and Alex whimpers again.

She runs a finger down Alex’s inner thigh, and Alex barely contains a scream.

“Oh, be a good girl and let me know how you’re feeling. Don’t hold back, baby, I love your voice, I love when you scream for me.”

She accompanies her words with slipping her hand underneath Alex’s body, soaking herself in Alex’s clit, and Alex lets go for her.

Maggie groans under Alex’s unrestrained scream.

“Good girl, darling, you sound so fucking amazing. Do you want me to come inside you baby?”

“Whatever you want.” Alex’s voice is wrecked and Maggie loves it, but she’s not ready to give in, not yet.

“Be my best girl and tell me what you want.”

Alex screams at that, slams her hands down into Maggie’s palm at that.

“My clit,” Alex gasps. “Pressure, you, I need…”

Maggie grins and nods and complies. “Good girl, Ally, you’re perfect. I love when you tell me what you need, babe, it’s so sexy. You’re so sexy, you’re so fucking perfect for me.”

Alex moans and tugs at her cuffs and Maggie stops immediately.

“You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah, god, Maggie, don’t stop, please.”

Maggie obeys, grinding her palm up into Alex’s clit as Alex slams her hips down, down, harder, faster, soaking Maggie’s hand with how turned on she is, dripping all over for her and making Maggie nearly lose control.

She stops, stops, stops, because she needs to breathe, because she’s so turned on by this woman, this woman naked and on her stomach and cuffed and writhing and begging underneath her.

“Mags, you’re not gonna hurt me,” Alex reassures her, but Maggie remains frozen.

“I love when you’re this turned on, babe. We can stop, we can always stop, if you want, of course, but Maggie, you don’t… you don’t have to be scared. I want you. I want you to be able to let go. I want you to do what you want to me. Please, Mags. If you want.”

Maggie does want. She wants so badly that she can barely rasp out the words she has planned for Alex next.

“God, babe, you are so fucking wet me for me, do you have any idea how hot you are?”

“Fuck, Ally, that’s right, be a good girl and rock your ass back for me, just like that, good girl, good girl.”

“I love when you scream my name like that, Danvers, I love knowing you’re mine.”

“Wanna be my best girl, my only girl, and cum for, Ally?”

And she does, she does, she does, screaming and writhing and begging and cursing and pleading, but the words that surprise them both aren’t the filthy strings of curses or the screaming of Maggie’s name while she rocks through her orgasm.

The words that surprise them both are the words she says as Maggie unlocks her cuffs and kisses her wrists tenderly, gently, lovingly.

“I wanna be yours like this forever, Maggie Sawyer.”

“Well then you will be, Danvers. You will be.”

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Sans doesn’t know how to handle having a cute brother OR giving affection.

Papyrus is a lil’ shit and will GET that affection.

This is their story.

……

By the way, this isn’t what I promised, but you guys have no idea how BADLY I’ve been wanting to do underfell baby bones stuff…

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EDIT: I like the name Fresh_Hell now (since he’s kinda a fusion of all three of CQ’s Sanses), big thanks to @xxtheaufactoryxx for the suggestion!

Fresh_Fatal? Fatal_Fresh? Heck if I know I spent way too much time on this as is and I’m too tired to decide on this haha

I don’t know why, but when I looked up some 90s fashion for reference/ideas I saw an image of one of those oversized men’s blazers and I could NOT move past it so I had to give it to him. And then there were plenty of images of those awesome windbreaker-material bunchy pants and the rest I just went overboard with haha. I hope he looks Fresh enough, even without an awesome classic Fresh jacket ^_^

Also you have no idea how badly I wanted him to have 3D glasses but I felt he didn’t look Fresh-possessed enough with them. But I am digging the red/blue YOLO shades though :)

ALSO HE WEARS MOOD RINGS AND HIS CUT MARK/BLOOD STAIN THINGS ARE RAINBOW ITS JUST HARD TO SEE

Fresh belongs to loverofpiggies! That gorgeous background image belongs to the internet and to us all

Inspiration- Sirius Black

Originally posted by nellaey

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Characters: Sirius Black

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 452

Author: Charlotte

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Ride

Word Count: 2,350.

Warnings: daddy kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, (seriously guys, don’t be a fool, wrap your fucking tool), handcuffs.

A/N: big thanks to my friend @lizgchamp for giving me this lovely idea, you the real MVP. Enjoy this filthy, beautiful shit that awaits you all. 

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anonymous asked:

I know that this is a serious time but how cute does Robert look in casual. The baggy sweats and loose t-shirts😍😍

Yes it is a serious time but isn’t that all the more reason to try and focus on some of the positives. AND LET ME TELL YOU ROBERT SUGDEN IN BAGGY SWEATS AND LOOSE T-SHIRTS IS A GIFT DIRECTLY FROM THE GODS! LIKE I HAD NO IDEA HOW BADLY I NEEDED TO SEE HIM SO CASUAL!

Let’s just take a second and break this down. 

1. ARMS!!!!! DID ANYONE ELSE FORGET THAT ROBERT HAD ARMS??? LIKE WHERE HAVE THOSE BEEN HIDING??? OH YEAH UNDER TEN LAYERS AND A FUCKING BODY WARMER!

2. THAT TINY GLIMPSE OF ROBERT’S SOFT MIDDLE. THE LOVE HANDLES!!!!!! YOU JUST WANT TO WRAP YOUR ARMS AROUND IT AND SQUISH YOUR FACE RIGHT IN THERE AND TAKE A NAP!!!

3. AARON’S T-SHIRT!!! FIGHT ME ON THIS!!!! THERE’S ONLY ONE OF THEM THAT HAS EVER WORN A BLACK T-SHIRT AND HIS NAME WASN’T ROBERT. HE NEVER TAKES IT OFF EITHER. HE WAKES UP IN IT. HE WEARS IT ALL DAY. AND HE GOES TO BED (THE COUCH) IN IT. IT’S THE CLOSEST THING HE HAS TO AARON RIGHT NOW. THIS WAY HE CAN CARRY AARON’S SCENT AROUND WITH HIM THE WAY AARON DOES WITH ROBERT’S SHOWER GEL!

Dear Damian Part 7 (Older! Damian Wayne x Reader)

Schninner: okay guys, before you get your hopes up thinking that this is going to end happily, let me just tell you right now, that this will not end well. Thank you all for all your support and kind words throughout this series (even though I definitely don’t deserve it for putting you guys through all this) But, without further ado, presenting Dear Damian, the 7th and final part. :D

(Reader is a female)

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 * Part 6

Tagging: @isabellegunawan @gothxmsirxns @loverbug1123@maruthor @the-singing-canary @somestuff101s (who, by the way, made some AMAZING fanart for Dear Damian Part 6 that is right here) @cuddles-for-cassie and @preppygothica

Warning: THE ANGST!!!! There is no happy ending, sorry

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My dearest reader,

You have no idea how much I want to tell you that you were miraculously revived, brought to a hospital, or thrown in the Lazarus pit. I want so badly to tell you that this has all been a nightmare, that in any moment, you would wake up next to Damian, ready to begin a new day with the love of your life. But sadly, this is the real world. We don’t always get a happy ending, sometimes the world is a cruel place that aims to break you and what you believe in, it will often take away what matters to you the most. But all you need to do, is find closure, and only then can you move on.

Be well reader, with much love,

Schninner


He would never see you smile again, never hear your voice or laugh ringing in his ears, never see you beautiful [E/C] eyes stare lovingly into his. You were gone. Dead. He watched and did nothing as you bled out in his arms, in that second, all the years he had spent with you, all the years that you were going to spend together, vanished. All that was left now, was the empty shell of a man once full of life.

It had been a week since your funeral, only a week, and yet it felt as if it were an eternity. He had hardly slept, ate, or showered; all he did was wake up, and lie there, numb from all the pain. Nothing physical, no, his broken bones and stitched up slashes were mere scratches compared to the emotional pain he felt after losing you.

He had to see you again, had to have something for closure. And that’s why, dear reader, we find Damian Wayne back at your father’s domain.

After losing you, all he wanted to do was burn this wretched place to the ground, but he couldn’t. You had stayed here for so long, he felt as if it were the last place he could be connected to you, if that made any sense. He had found your room easily, it was after all, the room you had as a child. That is, before your father’s fall out with the League of Assassins. He held his breath as he opened the door, and nearly sobbed as he took a deep breath in. Your [S/N] scent wafted through his nose, it was so strong, so new, that he half expected you to be sitting there on the edge of your bed, reading your favorite book. But you weren’t.

He swallowed hard, and shook his head, dismissing the flood of tears that had threatened to break through mere moments ago. He slowly walked over to your bed, and hesitantly sat down, hands resting on the red regal blankets. He looked around the small room, taking in his surroundings. His eyes then fell on a bright white piece of paper contrasting greatly on the dark brown Oak nightstand.

He walked over to the nightstand and picked up the paper, only to find that it was an envelope, then, gingerly, as if it were glass, turned the envelope over.

His breath hitched when he saw your handwriting on the envelope, his heart hammering as he read who it was addressed to.

To Damian

He gently peeled the letter open, and eagerly began to read it.


To my dearest Damian,

What I am writing will most likely never make its way into your hands, it may never even leave this room, but I need to tell you, I need you to know that everything that I have done, or will ever do is for your protection. I’ve hurt you so much in the past several months, and that is something I can never forgive myself for, but that isn’t the purpose for this letter. I love you Damian, with my whole heart and soul, I love you with my every being, but in order to let you live, I need to let you go, and I need you to let me go. Things will only get worse if you keep holding on to the past, please, I don’t want to be the cause of all your pain. I love you Damian, and wish you the best.

[F/N] [L/N]


Tears slid down his face and onto the paper he fell prostrate as new and cleansing sobs racked through his body.

You were gone forever, he knew that, but his seemed to be what finalized it. Never again would he hear you, feel you, kiss you, or tell you how much he loved you. He read through your letter several more times, staying in your room for countless more hours, before finally running out of tears to cry. He stood up, his eyes red and swollen, letting your letter flitter to the ground.

With his head held high, shoulders back, and body shaking ever so slightly, Damian walked out of our room, out of your father’s domain and toward the new chapter of his life, and moving on.