#god its insane to tag like this again whoa

[divineguts]

the lack of shadowsugar here is actually abysmal don't worry tho im saving yall

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Sweatpants (Frank's version) ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: this is just an exploration in thirst (and smut) similar to the blurb I wrote for Matt, about slutty grey sweatpants. I want to lick him.

A very sweaty man, oral sex (m and f), come eating. E. Also, PLEASE, PLEASE reblog if you enjoyed, likes are nice, comments even better! There is NO algorithm on Tumblr, reblogs are how things are found on your dash! Thank you so much 💕

This isn't fair.

Yeah, it's hot, but it still isn't fair.

You'd long abandoned any notion of working out while you were at Fogwell’s tonight, Frank unknowingly saw to that. Your kettlebells lay off to the side, long forgotten. Your initial warm up would never have gotten you as heated inside as you are now, seeing what you're seeing.

Those goddamn grey sweats he's wearing are barely hanging on to his hips. You're sure they're actually screaming out to you for help.

Take us off, they seem to be whispering. You're honestly surprised they haven't yet fallen down of their own accord with the way he's been swiping hard at the punchbag for the last half-hour.

He performs the same routine over and over, several powerful jabs, hooks and uppercuts and then he'll back off, doing a little lap of the ring to reset himself. And every time you get a glorious view of his bare upper body, the way the sweat glows on his taut pectoral muscles, the way his abs flex as he moves, the gorgeous curve of his stomach, framed by the defined V lines leading your gaze all the way down from his swaggering hips as he strides past you.

Good God. His ass looks amazing too.

When he bounces back and forth on the balls of his feet you can't help notice something else bouncing up against the slack fabric of those fucking ridiculous sweats of his…

Your mouth is practically hanging wide open now. You blindly reach for the bottle of water next to you to quench your thirst, knocking it over and spilling some in the process.

It's just not fair.

He must know. He must. He's gotta know what all this is doing to you, how can he not?!

Your eyes lock onto an innocent bead of sweat, following as it slowly trails its merry way down his heaving body to the sweatband of his pants, soaking into the soft fabric where you know it'll leave that musky scent you just want nothing more than to bury your nose in.

You bite down so hard on your bottom lip you're beginning to wear a divot into it.

It's insane. They're slung so criminally low on his hips that you can almost see where his happy trail is leading, the dark fuzz drawing your eyes down again toward-

“You alright?”

That gruff, grizzled voice of his knocks you out of your reverie. Are you?

You resemble a doped up kitty that's just returned from the vet, your eyes wide, dark, and spaced out as he's suddenly very close to you right in front of your face. He's pulling off his hand wraps and leaning across to grab some water from the bag that's lying open on the bench next to you.

He smells so good.

You can feel the heat from his worked muscles radiating off him, can almost taste the fresh sweat off him, absently licking your lips again as you watch him run a hand up over his damp forehead and through his hair.

“Y-yeah?” When you eventually reply he cracks a smile that definitely ruins your panties, as if they weren't ruined already.

“Okay. M'gonna hit the shower.”

Oh

Oh no.

No no no, you can't have that.

“W-wait!” You stutter out, and you're on your feet, somehow the keys to the gym that Matt had left with you are grasped in your hand, and in a blur you're locking the door, pulling down all the blinds and you've got your fingers splayed over his chest trying to push Frank down onto the mat on the floor.

“Whoa, okay mama. It's like that is it?” Frank huffs out a chuckle but he goes exactly where you want him to, still catching his breath as you straddle his hips.

“...you're evil,” you murmur, tracing your fingertips over and around his nipples and watching how the muscles under your nails twitch as you draw them down to your target.

Frank looks up at you with that confused puppy expression with his brows almost crashing into each other that always melts your heart, but this time it's just making you even more determined.

“Evil huh? Shit. What have I done now?”

“Driving me crazy…”

“C'mon sweetheart, you gotta give me a clue or somethin’.”

You pull teasingly at the damp elastic waistband of his pants, “These.” you muse, letting it snap back against his skin then lowering yourself to lick slowly along the deep groove at his hip. Your eyes shut as you finally get the sweaty, musky taste of your man on your tongue. A soft grunt leaves him as he cranes his neck to watch, his dick already showing interest too as your mouth makes it way lower. He reaches down, his hand just resting on your shoulder, fingers tapping lightly to get your attention.

“H-hey darlin’, not that I don't appreciate it but… we doin’ this? Here? Now?” Frank asks with a very slight nervousness. It's freaking adorable.

You look up at him through your eyelashes knowing he'll fold soon enough. “Yeah we're doing this here and now, Frankie. I already told you - you're driving me crazy, and you were distracting me so much that I still need to workout.”

He smirks and you can see him start to get more comfortable with the idea of some naked shenanigans with you in Matt's gym.

“All because of these pants?” He asks.

“All because of those pants,” You reply, curling your fingertips around the waistband of them again. “along with the way you look like a giant snack in them.”

Frank scoffs, but lays his head back down and lifts his hips up as you tug at the ‘problematic’ pants to pull them down. Predictably, as discerned from your earlier observations, and much to your delight, he's gone commando today. You hum as his fully erect cock is freed, slapping against his stomach with a delicious smack.

“Fuck, Frank…’ you say, taking in the rare sight of him laying almost prone for you.

What to do…

“Hey princess, you're the boss.” He says perceptively, waiting so patiently for your lust-addled brain to decide whether you want to stuff your mouth or pussy with him.

It's a much easier decision than you thought, relishing in the familiar, quiet curses Frank is making as you start to work your way back up his thick, muscular legs, placing kisses wherever you want. When you reach his groin, you nose at the thatch of hair around the base of his cock, idly stroking and gently cupping his balls.

“Mm, I'm the boss.” You repeat back at him, smile sweetly as he grins at you.

“Yeah, that's right, oh shit-”

He makes a choked sound in the back of his throat and his cock twitches as you move your lips to the base, your tongue sneaking out to kitten lick his ball sac, gradually moving upwards, starting to trace along the thick vein that runs the salty length of his perfect dick.

You listen and are rewarded with the soft, low moan that comes from his throat when you keep going, the flat of your warm, wet tongue lapping underneath the head. He throbs again, a drop of precum beading and ready to leak from his slit.

“You're so good for me, Frankie.”

He's got those deep brown eyes trained hard on you, licking his lips, his chest rising with the deeper breaths he's drawing. They only increase as you wrap your fingers to grip around the base of him and then swipe and swirl your tongue to taste him. He moans, biting down his lip as you take him into your mouth, sealing your lips around his girth. Having him, the man the rest of the world only knows as the Punisher, his pleasure at your mercy, is maybe the most powerful feeling in the world. Or maybe that's when you have your own thighs wrapped around his head. It's a tricky one to answer.

“Fuuuck, sweetheart…” Frank hisses out, his hands self-restrained by his sides, “Mm, jesus christ!”

You hum around him as you pull your lips back to his tip before taking him as deep into your throat as you can manage, your hand working the rest of him. You repeat the motion, spit dripping down to his length and over your fingers helping your squeeze and twist, feeling the way he's almost shaking beneath you.

“God damn you're so good, so damn good to me baby.”

Your free hand switches between reaching up to dig your nails into the meat of his pectoral muscle and sliding down between his legs to gently tug and tease his balls. He groans loudly, you'd made a point in the past of making it known to him just how much hearing the sounds of his pleasure turns you on, and he had gradually rewarded you with more and more feedback.

You're almost entirely focused on him but now you can no longer ignore the incessant ache at your core. You're slick from almost an hour of getting yourself worked up at the sight of Frank boxing, still sucking and licking the length of his cock as you slip your hand into your leggings and under the soft fabric of your underwear. You moan around him as the pads of your fingertips slide over your clit, aware that Frank is propping himself up on his elbows to watch you.

“You want my mouth, mama? C'mon an get up here. Sit right here baby, let me take care of you.”

You release him temporarily to shuck off the clothes from your bottom half because you cannot refuse an offer like that.

He curls his arms around your bare thighs as soon as you straddle him facing towards his feet, pulling you straight down onto his hungry mouth without delay. You grind down to meet him as he laps at your glistening cunt, a wavering moan leaving your lips as you reach again for his rock hard, weeping red cock. You stretch your tongue out to lick and suck what you can, jerking him off as he devours your pussy like it's his last ever meal.

This was supposed to be all about him but as usual he's managed to flip the script and somehow make it all about you. You're hardly complaining, no. In fact you're riding Frank's face hard as his encouraging moans vibrate right through your core. He loves going down on you, could even say he lives for it, inviting you to sit right on his face almost every time you're intimate with each other.

Now that he's not snug in your throat he bends his knees and starts to thrust his hips up against the direction of your firm strokes, driven by the way you're grinding and rocking your own more quickly, completely covering his mouth and chin with a sheen of your arousal. You concentrate the tight circle of your forefinger and thumb just under the fat, wet head of his cock, twisting and squeezing up and over because you know that's what gets him panting and praising you. More salty pre trickles out and you eagerly lap it up.

You yelp as Frank thrusts his tongue as deep as he can inside you, fucking you with it before he nudges forward again, slurping and sucking at your puffy clit. The tightness and tension of your impending release is gathering pace as you hear how feral Frank sounds between your legs. You can barely keep a rhythm with either hips or hands but it doesn't seem to matter as you can tell he's as close as you are. You're half worried you'll smother him with the ferocity and strength with which he's holding you so close to him, as if he needs you to breathe.

Suddenly, the tension snaps, hard. His tongue making you cry out, your legs shaking underneath your wildly undulating hips as you climax, calling out his name repeatedly like a prayer, the sound reverberating around the gym. Your hand is barely moving on his cock but it's you quivering and moaning in ecstasy right on his face that sets him off. He's tapping his fingers against your hips in warning, as very quickly afterwards his own hips jerk up and with a muffled groan against your pulsing pussy, his cock spurts its creamy load. You catch some on your waiting tongue, the rest dribbling warmly on your fingers and down onto his tensing stomach and abs.

After a brief moment getting your bearings and breath back, you're both humming, satisfied, and softly laughing with each other. He supports you as you gingerly lift your leg over his head and turn yourself around to face him. He's licking his lips, the biggest smile on his gorgeously wrecked face, his eyes half-lidded as he pulls you down to him for a languid kiss, tasting each other on you as your tongues slide over one another. At the same time you're trying to find somewhere to place your come-covered hand so it doesn't go everywhere and you don't lose your balance.

“Mmm, okay you can't tell me that wasn't fun.” You say, and then your lips turn down as you remember something vital.

“Shit.”

Frank looks up at you, his expression one of concern. “What's wrong?”

“Urgh, Matt will know. He'll know even if we clean the mats and everything!” You groan again, wiping off your messy fingers on Frank's discarded sweatpants. “He won't let this go, we probably won't be allowed back in the gym!”

Frank just shrugs, a damn sight more relaxed now as he cleans himself off with them too.

“I'm pretty sure Murdock's done way worse in here. He aint that pure."

His lips curl into a grin. "Anyway, don't know ‘bout you, but I'll be puttin’ the blame on these pants. More trouble than they're worth, ain't that right, sweetheart?”

[only-lonely-lovers]

07.20.2022

tags: dirty talk, possessive language, blowjobs

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

あ：Man after typing about jerkoffsies, I got soo distracted thinking about Hanako's depraved inner thought stream… I think it's just so intense at times, unfathomably [snarling] once he gets going. So much so that, I still think it could descend on him sf hard even if he has already been fooling with Nene and Tsukasa. if it's early enough in them doing anything together, and if he were to be stoked to touch himself. Myahh i like this actually being a Nene-motivated thing -- i do think she's able to have a sentiment like, "this kind of thing is therapeutic for hanako-kun…" he's way too stiff and rebuffing things at times. just want to see him have to engage with something like jerking himself off [sucks in drool] it would be good for him

but for Nene to like herd things to be direction to Tsukasa as well. and for her to not understand that doing this will make Hanako really like [rhg.. fkhgk…. FHHHGF, GN KILL YOU AGAIN!!!!!! -VIOLENT MOTIONS, LOOKING INSANE-] … i like the thought of her witnessing this after seeing a fairly restrained Hanako, in the grand scheme of things. very w-whoa.. [but admiring the intensity, a little dazzled by it, not as concerned as she could be…]

[japanese accent] pashhon…

つ：I'm seeing it I'm seeing the passhon I like to think Hanako if directed towards tsukasa would be…. very good actually at saying things that 'pass' for Nene as not THAT crazy (not directly alluding to murder) and yet to Tsukasa are exactly and only about the murder

more vagueries about how Tsukasa just wants it all over again, its all he ever thinks about, wants to make nene see it, and also being like,NNNNAND I WANT HER TO SEE IT TOO!!!! [want to HORRIFY MY GIRLFRIEND, DON'T WE ALL]

あ：oh so very sick…. feels like it would be ah. mad ramblings… You want her to see what I'm capable of don't you. etc etc…

Fun to think about it toeing such a line.. like I do think Hanako cannot control stalling about stuff and avoiding direct convo (this is already so much more direct than he has managed to be in years)… getting a bit, hysterical. i think it's easy to get. like. accusatory in tone. ehh it's like venting some of the helplessness, like, youuu… you of course you love this DONT YOU !> fH ??!? FUCK hrhg

つ：Tsukasa also being more intensely receptive than ever makes her feel like oh i did something good for everyone .o. me so…. contribute

あ：me good girl…

つ：begins jerking hanako off while he rambles. which is going to make the limiter rip off

but I like a scenario where yashiro is jerking him off, he's talking at a tsukasa under him, and it's in this circumstance that he finally starts melting into KILL YOUKILLYOULKILGLGK KILL YOUKILL YOU [SPITTING] SKKLILL KILL YOU KILLYOU and Nene feels like she can't understand.. language

he's… what. what is he saying [was expecting hanako to… start rambling that he loves tsukasa, or something…..] not how you think the uncorking would go. grabs nene's still hand around his cock though and violently humps into it

OH DON'T STOP NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [boorishly] BUT I'M SO CLOSE HAHAHAHAHAHA YASHIRO DON'T YOU WANNA SEE ME FINISHHHH???? KLl;fdjkl1!!

あ：The preamble to this having felt more… understandable, to her. Like [to tsukasa] Just feels great for you. To obsess over it. Must be great for you to feel. [and so on]

I think she was genuinely kind of like ah swooons when Hanako-kun is like this aheh.e…… when I can start something myself💞

but simply DEVOLVING into a frothing animal. WANT TO WANT TO WANT TO DO IT AGAIN DO IT AGAIN DO IT AGAIN !! KILL YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!!!!!!

the idea of Tsukasa himself being lke ohhh nene-chan don;t stoppp hjgfhdfg kjdfl [griffin dying over the soundboard] oh god ohhh please please

つ：full whore for brother mode nene-chaaaan nooooooo pant pant doesn't he sound so goood right now ? can't you hear it….. touches Amane's chest with his hand…..

it's so loud right now….. [his desires, but to nene it comes across as his heartbeat being referred to, which is nonsense cuz hanako doesnt have one… so its bizarre, like tsukasa is delusional]

あ：Entering the full on crazy crazy world crazy two boys world

つ：hhhhhhhssssss unfortunately the yorishiro situation. does feel like. Amane made Tsukasa His with his actions.

あ：The seal just feels like a brand, a mark, made 'his'. It's…. obscene. but Tsukasa certainly is the way he is due to the excessiveness of the situation

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あ：Man I really had my own 'so horny i need to be dissolved in pig slop' etc. moment last night before bed. I just feel like we should be candid. had to jerk off a lot

つ：wow!!! where was he….

i felt like this morning i woke up immediately suddenly having revelation about ownership tying into yorishiro, for no reason. its like all the information accrued at once. congealed into a conclusion already. i hadn't been thinking of it before

あ：I was nowhere of importants. (thinkin about. the girls both sucking me off.)

つ：i'm glad I got into your brain with it. Ah its funny for Hanako to walk himself backwards into a sex fixation while condescending to his hoes in annoyance. Being annoyed with them accidentally expands his mind. Gets him just grabbing their hair and keeping them busy. But as it transpires its.. ah this. is a lot actually. [becomes catatonic]

the freedom to hold one still to jab in deeper into them for a while. switch at leisure. rub on whoever. its like being at a buffet.

あ：It is . yeah It's such a circumstance of getting owned by something you did to be like condescending, oh if you like it so much etc. But then its just so. WHAT did you think was going to happen…

the ah switching and alternating between, and observing eagerness present in both. 6_e

つ：guy who started off sensitive about receiving blowjob has become too acclimated to them. and makes himself sick

あ：MISTAKE!!!!!!!!! you really got too used to them now you're somewhere dangerous. RGH FKD G !~!!!!!!

つ：plus I think nauseatingly they will both be like cute with each other. They will like bump heads and giggle

[tsukasa pausing to pick a hair out of yashiro's mouth] [also just like propping self on palm sometimes to stare]

あ：it's a good thing they have each other.

but genuinely it is good, i think it helps yashiro be less stressed and feel supported. you worry on her own hanako would just be too much of an intimidating fortress and barely giving her an inch. which means when she was finally in a position to give a blowjob the pressure would feel immense yk. like oh my god if i fuck up the consequences… but tsukasa is here to bite hanako by the ankles regularly and keep him in place. and also let her understand he is crazy about the situation. simply persist. ganbatte

someone to rub your shoulders and show you how to really relish in something. much to enjoy. ohh don't forget to make eye contact. tsukasa kind of has this energy of someone going "watch this" [does something crazy] [it lands, undeniably]

つ：teach her to not be so worried about doing it perfectly either…. I think Yashiro would be ah, worried of. looking. unsexy or doing something stupid… but in her defense she IS constantly under threat of Hanako mocking her ….. Tsukasa needs to be here to really do more whimsical things and prove that Hanako is not so picky nor complex in this state.

on her own I think Yashiro worries… about Hanako suddenly being, put off, or anything else… the moody guy, it's already risky… feel like you're juggling, sometimes…..

あ：Sigh yeah…. and in general a girl who has thought about like, performing well as a girlfriend, she's thinking harder about the do's and donts… don't want to fail at being gf. in a circumstance with a NORMAL guy it'd be pretty intimidating, and she could feel like she fucked up and cry a lot over something. let alone…..

You need back up… back up as powerful as tsukasa who is not afraid to just seem like an overly eager child pawing at, mouthing cock. and yet his eyes roll back still

つ：and yashiro can sit back at times and feel, ah…. it. looks nice and interesting in its own way 6.6;;

meanwhile hanako watching the transference of information is seeking the time and place of his own death

あ：not liek this. it was never supposed to be like this. Anhghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh comes

つ：it would be cute for coming to make him slightly stressed out as he's like i c. i cant ch. i can't choose one of them. i d. ic. [holds them both back to nut] [but this creates such an effect of seeming like its a display fklsd;jfsf]

あ：the implications of choosing one really is like omfggg i cant i cant do that. NO literally don't think about anything & don't internalize anything

つ：they will unfortunately watch while held by the hair and when released, Tsukasa kickstarts the lick-clean process, another thing to teach Yashiro

あ：mentally like i literally can't do this ever again. goodbye thank you for your service

つ：why did i think i could do this. whats wrong with me

あ：Of course they have to make it. so.

つ：sadly though you have taught the dogs new tricks and they are ape together strong

あ：[just silence in the brain]

At this point I think it's just so, ahm, almost comically expected for Hanako to be severe for days and not initiate on his own

I think on their own they must even confer like sigh Hanako-kun is doing that thing he does…. He's acting like he has no p*nis some sort of utter refusal to whip it out

つ：have lost the privilege. have abused my penis. have subjected it to torture. it is afraid now

あ：Nene sighing like oh he gets like that… tsukasa: it's very amane-like. [we both nod………… un un…………… so amane-like…………]

[wrestlezon]

liveblog containment zone for 10/18/22 aew dynamite

started a little bit late...

dalton castle cut a great promo and its a fucking shame hes gonna lose to jericho :/

best friends + oc vs death triangle

OH my guys are up first!! lmao oc holding the belt with the backpack falling to the floor. extremely stylish. i love him the worst part is that i can totally see them booking death triangle dirty and having them lose to best friends. this sucks. i actually have hope that the best friends could win. lucha bros kicking the shit outta chuck ;~; now everyones beating up rey fenix!! nooo their Special Trios Move! interrupted! nevermind i think the best friends have zero hope to win again. phew. i am at peace (by being a pessimist) KILLING orange. MURDERING him. hes caught in the DEATH TRIANGLE THEYRE CHOPPING HIM… TO DEATH!!!!!! the best friends watching orange get murdered just makes me think of goku letting gohan get his ass kicked oh theyre making a super SUPER plex a proper death triangle (human pyramid superplex) oooo pac with the bloodlust very cool. love it when chins get held lmao chuck hiding behind trent when penta approached the hammer!!! OHHH ITS HAPPENING REY FENIX WAS LIKE NO I BELIEVE IN MORALS oh man if they lose now there could be lore. hmm oh double cutter on the best friends… nevermind they pinned trent!

video promo with jon moxley and hangman page

look moxley is gonna win. unless mjf wants to really make moxley lose BAD bad in his own hometown

baker crew backstage interview

when will jamie hayter leave………..

toni storm vs hikaru shida

SHIDA!!!! i know she aint gonna win. but i like her :( im trying to pay attention to this match but my friends are talking about mjf and max caster. typical theyre gonna read this later and get mad at me. YALL are the women likers!!!!! whoa. the camera angle on that suplex pin toni wins! oh no theres baker crew violence now!!

boo baker!!! oh she got nice shoes on though saraya! is she clear to fight now huh!! that theme… riho!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!! the return of riho!! oh yeah. where DID saraya and baker get off to

video promo from war(dlow + samoa)joe

i dont know these new roh kingdom guys.

backstage with FTR

its ftr! the AAA tag titles need, like, a hit of metallic spraypaint on them or something. they really do look like theyre made outta foam hey! its swerve in our glory!! yay!!!!! STEALING HIS APPLE swerve is so good. i love this misfit tag team. tony k dont ever break them up OR ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

backstage with jay lethal and darby allin

oh hes uh challenging him to a rematch. e_e where are they filming this? oh a loading dock LMAO ARE THEY GOING TO CHOP HIM IN HALF WITH THE SHUTTERS

in the ring! with tony schiavone and william regal

"thats pretty wild. anyway, im here with regal" oh my god mjf is here. hes moving on to feud with the next sexually charged old man hmm… what will mjf reveal now… wow! naming wwe just like that. zero fear! oooohhh is he mad at regal for embarassing him when he was green ……………… "and boy did i" "and when i finished your jaw was on the floor" MJF IS NOT BEATING THE "I FUCKED THAT OLD MAN" ALLEGATIONS dang dude too young. rip maxwell calling an email "a promo" is so funny ooooo that is CUTTING LMAO HES SO EMOTIONAL oh my god regal looks insane "catnip to old men" my friend says. well, a succubus huh i read that email every day. not because im obsessed. its because im normal, actually woooooow. ok, now lets hear it from regal oooooooooohh "if an email is all it took to get you here then you got it easy" HELL YEA OHHHH HES MAD ABOUT MJF HITTING TONY SCHIAVONE HOW DARE YOU HIT MY DEAR TONY "you hire people to do your bad work for you" "i dont need a ring to knock people out" LMAO THE CROWD GUY "KICK HIM IN THE NUTS" OHHHHH hes turning mjf honorable. i mean, still a villain, but honorable. mjf redemption hours (LMAO)

video promo of dalton castle and jericho

man i need to stop watching those road to vids if theyre just gonna play them during the show. im glad they are though, i loved this promo. if theyre gonna make dalton castle lose then they might as well give him tv cloud

backstage with the acclaimed and billy gunn

lmao they taped over the "scissor me" on the shirt… varsity athletes vs the acclaimed! titles vs trademarks!

backstage interview with bryan danielson and wheeler yuta

what is going to happen here… please keep talking about daniel garcia and get wheeler yuta jealous LMAO YES YUTA WITH THE SHADE. YUTA IS DOWN ON DANIELSON OHHHhghghHGHGHHHH!!

dalton castle vs chris jericho

yay!!!! OH DAMN HE GETS A HELL OF AN ENTRANCE swagger levels are off the charts he has so many boys. a whole twink staircase or twonks. twunks? he dug DEEP in those trunks for that i cant focus on this match because we're too busy talking about mjf and regal. dang ok we restarted the match because another friend joined dalton castle coming out of his bird cage… his championship sequins!! omg!!! chris jericho being shadowed by hager in that stupid fucking hat lmao its too bad hager sucks and not in a funny or cool or endearing way LMAO god i gotta get a screencap of jericho's face getting flipped off oh lmao that was cute, his boys following him around the ring as they hype up the crowd ooooh these show announcements… they comin back to cali huh… lmao i love it when you can hear jericho yell in surprise. getting thrown off the corner WHOA DALTON that was an insane charge-stumble-out-of-the-ring move LMAO hager caught in the BOYS ATTACK DAMAGE ZONE oh my god he's hulking out over the hat nooo not he walls of jericho! dalton castle your back!!! oh phew he got out. yeah finish move him! oh nooo hes in the walls of jericho!!!!!!! rope break! SASSING AUBREY!!!!!!! JERICHO NO >:( ooo big suplex by dalton lmfao taz "so whaaat if he destroys the honor in ring of honor!" I KNOW DALTON IS NOT GONNA WIN BUT THEY KEEP GIVING ME HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!! if anything jericho is gonna drop the belt at final battle >:/ there it is u_u oh yeah theyre right. he DIDNT cheat… even… ring of honor commentators!! NO LOOK OUT IAN RICCABONI!!!!!!! oh its jerry lynn to talk some sense NOOOO JERICHO YOU CANT THATS WRESTLING LEGEND JERRY LYNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a true monster lmfao even taz is like "WHOA nvm i dont support piledriving jerry lynn wtf"

excalibur announces the upcoming matches

hmm not much for me to look forward to... RIHO AND JAMIE HATYER!!!!!!!!

backstage with jade's crew

omg jade is MAD mad tony khan get me my belt or i will hold this whole fucking show hostage

hangman page vs jon moxley

mjf holding his chip like a baby blanket hangman starting out before the ring huh in the crowd already? LMAO HANGMAN WAIT damn doing backflips off scaffolding onto concrete???? jesus wow theyre doing the whole walk through the crowd huh lmao ok every time a wrestler sits themselves down to get beaten up in a folding chair it makes me laugh NOW the match has started there is too many things going on. blood! blood! blood! blood! MJF IS MISSING… this is a good fight. im too busy watching it. lmao schiavone so bitter about mjf. "i hope your words regal chased him out of the building" whoa hangman's flip out of that german suplex, nice match end… huh… i dont.. THINK this is a shoot injury………… we've been pausing so much and we also started late, i cant even look at the clock to tell how much time left in the show there is… ………… oh now excalibur talking about matches? oh… theyre buying time… oh no… he got shoot injured for sure… oh… hangman… :( taz is so concerned too he is NOT joking around. makes sense knowing what happened to him and his neck jesus moxley is a true professional. i dont think there are many people who'd be able to cut a fucking promo after that theyre going through with things? keep it going i guess whoa theyre getting TWO shits per show? mic feedback-- moxley making jokes??? at a time like this even! ;~; well… i suspected that the belt would only change hands during a ppv, and with full gear coming up… so this makes sense

[heckinhacker]

Ekko x Fem!Reader - The worst time possible.

word count: 2,240

requested: yes! by anon: “ Oh, alright. So for some spicy situation, can you do that with Ekko and his s/o / partner / something (fem) running from a big guy who attack them and they just hide in a reeeeealy thigh gap, like her breasts just squeezed to him, and suddenly Ekko jr. just wake up -insert lenny face- I leave it to you if it turn spicier or just stay embarrassing. Also can you age up him, like 18 or older? (before you ask, yes I was the other Ekko anon -nervously laugh-)” 

warnings: NSFW, read at your own risk! + Ekko is aged up, if someone didn’t got it quite directly, he is grown up, don’t worry! if you don’t wish to see this kind of content, block “dirtyhacker” tag, friendly reminder!

A/N: I laughed so hard seeing "Ekko Jr." like, my God. Took me some time, sorry. ^^"

Ekko was running as fast as he never could -  and trust me with that, he'd run for Ajuna's life and he thought it was his limit, but now? Time gave him more strength, longer legs and a girl to protect. So many things he was lacking back then. He's 19 now, almost 20, and as much as he promised his parents he'll get to Piltover's highest college, he always kinda… 'forgets'. Lost children of Zaun weren't kids anymore, and he's genuinely surprised his parents didn't pass out from exhaustion - not like he complains! He loves them as much as they love him, but times had change. Is it for better or worse?  He'd always answer single "yes', since it's not better or worse, it's just how it is

And now what was going on -  you were chased by this hell piece of flesh and metal, wanting to rip off Ekko's head. Reason? Ekko has sticky fingers, he just took bad piece of metal at the wrong place on the wrong time. He said sorry several times - nothing went through this insanely angry fella. He saw you were getting exhausted -  heck, he saw (and felt, he was holding your hand) you tripping, he instantly secured you, not even giving you a chance to fall down. Ekko took a very sharp turn into left, making it look like you both disappeared, but in reality hid in that tight, really uncomfortable gap. Ekko took a sharp breath in when he felt your breasts against his chest, looking down at you with his darkened cheeks. He mouthed you 'I'm so sorry', for what you answered with nervous smile and nod. Meanwhile this monstrous being ran past your hiding place. 

Everything was gucci, really? Ekko wanted to move away, but when he made little movement you gasped dramatically, making him stop in his tracks. He felt the reason of gasp too, very clearly.  - What a irony, am I right? I am master of time, but Ekko Jr. picks the worst time possible to rise up. Is it a good place to say you're heeeella sexy and I think of you a lot? And by a lot I mean a lot.  - Jesus Christ, Ekko! I love you and I do too but it indeed is the worst timing possi- did you just named your goddamn penis "Ekko Jr."? -  you asked with disbelief.  - Uhhh… Yeah? I wanted to make the situation less heavy. Plus… it'll produce Ekko Jr. one day. -  he add proudly. - That's lovely sweetie, but… we won't name our future son Ekko Jr.  - Awh man! I was hoping for that since my birthday, don't be like that! 

He joked, making both of you laugh. When you both have calm down he just grinned at you, his blush still present.  - But you know, [y/n],  I'm still rock hard. Should I go home and take care of it alone, or…  -  you love how your boyfriend is this honest, but it killed you sometimes. He's so direct with words sometimes it's hilarious, sometimes painful.  - Thank you for asking. If you hid behind your words "would you be comfortable enough to help me with Ekko Jr.", I have to tell you… - you started with this tone which suggested you turning him down. -  That I'll be the worst girlfriend knowing I turn you on so much and leaving you alone after that. Let's go to your house.  - Yes! Yessss - Ekko cheered, letting you get out of this hell of a gap first. When both of you were out, he hugged you and spun around with you. -  I love you, [y/n]! I'm glad you trust me that much!  - I always did, I wasn't just ready for that.  - Roger that! Let's go now, it starts to hurt. 

He held your hand while  walking, but you noticed the change in his behavior, he was walking really fast with these long legs of his, and using side paths, so no one sees this sadly built up tent in his pants. He opened the door to his house, letting you in first. He was calm and nice, that lasted as long as door was open. When Ekko closed it, he pinned you to it, kissing you deeply, but not forcefully. Ekko knew you too well and knew what to do. And even if he'd do something unpleasant for you, he still can remind. For now, of course, as long as you both have clothes on. He can't have that intimidating moment with Zero-drive on his back, right? Well, maybe not for the first time. And almost like you could read his mind, you pushed him off gently, holding him by his collar and said softly with a smile.  - Can I have a request for you, Ekko?  - Anytime.  - Please don't go back to this moment? I know you love to rewind important moments in your life, but let this first time be your only first time, does that make sense?  - I was thinking about it too, don't worry!  Your boyfriend is a genius after all.~ With big happiness he got back to kissing your lips, then jaw, neck, collarbone. His tempo was slow, agonizing. He didn't had to do much to excite you too. His kisses and little bites were enough to hurry him up, but you knew Ekko too well, and he knows the best how to use time properly. He'll be "faster"  when he wants to be, and he'll take his time when it's needed. You were getting impatient.  - Ekko- ahn- - you moaned because your chest was played with by surprise. This sneaky bastard. - What’s up, [y/n]?  - No-oh, noo, don’t be like that now, moron-! - I’m just teasing, sorry honey. Soon, wait for me a little bit… - he murmured, continuing what he was doing.

He took you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his lips, kissing you shortly. “I love you” he comments, before rising you even higher, you hugging his muscled tummy with legs, while his head made its way under your shirt. All mass of his hair was sticking out or got locked under your shirt’s material. Whole mess, which tickled you too. When he was licking your nip, sometimes teasing it with teeth, you were aroused and giggly mess. You laughed and moaned at the same time, Ekko is a monster sometimes.  - Come- ahahah- on, Ekko, your hair is a bloody mess!  - You’re a bloody mess now. I can feel your hips moving around me, getting impatient aren’t cha?  - O-of course, I told you to hurry up but you never listened. - Alright, alright. Going for it, [y/n]. Promise you’ll make it up to me with bonus round, huh? - Ha! Like you’d know what will happen next. ...You...you don’t, right? - Pfth- Ahahah, of course not, oh my God! Hehehe, [y/n], I love you...

He carried you to “his room”, which meant some material instead of walls, separating whole house from his own space, giving him some privacy. This is the first time Ekko’s glad his parents aren’t home, imagine how awkward would it be by now. He laid you down on his place he usually sleeps, making sure you’re comfortable while lying down. 

Ekko sensually undressed you, meanwhile feeling your skin all over with full hands, keeping eye contact with you. He wanted to keep things fair - when he took your shirt off, he started to do the same with himself - only much faster. When he almost tore his own shirt off, you laughed softly, stopping his hands while you sat up. You didn’t even bother to cover yourself, you know you don’t have to be ashamed with him. - Whoa there, pardner. Can I do the same to you? You know, with undressing. - Heh, of course, [y/n]. Like I could say no to your pretty face.

You tried to do it the same way he did it to you, slowly, while feeling his skin, but your hands were shaking. Gosh, your boyfriend was perfect. Smart, funny AND sexy. What more would you want from fate. You kissed his chest on the place where heart is supposed to be. After this little smooch you placed your hot cheek on his sweaty skin. Look, you were running pretty fast earlier, noone should be complainin’.  His heart was beating fast, but in pleasant way. He was tired, he was excited. Excited because of you.  When you were hugging him, he sighed in a pleasant way, slowly moving forward, making you lie on your back again. - Fair warning, I won’t let you do the same with pants. You’ve been warned.  - Very funny, time thief. - Who said I was joking? - he took off your pants too, getting off material of your underwear with his fingers. He wasn’t as slow as with shirt, he was in hurry by now.  - Seems like someone’s got impatient, huh? - Oh shuddup. - he rolled his eyes with big grin, as he stood up to take his own clothes off for good. All did and done. 

He teased your womanhood with slightly rubbing his finger against it, to check how wet you already were. To his surprise - pretty wet. Well, pleasant surprise, it only shows that he makes miracles to you too.  - Damn, [y/n]. Remind me next time to eat you off next time, alright? Because you look tasty, but you want to get to things, I want to get to things… - E-Ekko! - you were burning red right now. This man’s really shameless!  - I’m just saying…~

He inserts his pointing finger inside you, making your whole body twitch, moving your knees closer to themselves to block access to your womanhood. Not like you intended to do that, you just got embarrassed. Ekko eased your mind by making reassuring circles on your hip with his second - free - hand, smiling to you. - I need you relaxed, [y/n], ok? - Mh-mhm...okay, I’ll- I’ll try my best. And he did his best too with his second finger inside you. Because he drove you almost to the edge, you relaxed your muscles, taking deep breaths.  You hugged Ekko around his neck, making the most erotic face of tonight. With lustful look you stared into his soul, all blushy with lips slightly opened, giggling lowly, like you were already tired, but were ready for more. - I think I’m ready, go for it. I know you’ve waited for some time… - D-...damn right. - he nod, awestruck. 

He didn’t waste any more seconds, he slowly placed his penis between your legs, almost in entrance. He didn’t ask if you were ready, you said so earlier, so he just went for it. He slid himself in slowly, observing your reaction. You gasped shifting in pain. You were relaxed and Ekko tried his best to make it as much painless as he could, but it was impossible, it was yours first time after all. He waited patiently, asking if you’re okay. You only nod in response, shaking and calming yourself down, since you got teary eyes. It didn’t hurt that much that you’d cry your eyes out, it was just by this single moment, it’ll be okay soon, you can feel it. When you relaxed himself, you told Ekko to go on, and he reacted right away, almost like his body responded to your voice, not his genius brain. You held to his shoulders like your life would depend on if you’ll let them go or not. After he leaned down to get more closer, you hug him around waist, diving your nails straight to his back, gasping more and more with every move of his hips. As for first timer, he was amazing, but took him some time to open his mouth. - You’re so amazing, so stunning, oh…[y/n], I’d love to have babies with you in the future, have a family, y-you know? - he smiled slightly, but the realisation hit you. - E...Ekko…? Did you put the condom on? - … - ...N-no shit.  - A-Ack-! Wa-wait, I’ll just rewind and-! - NOT IN THE HELL YOU WILL! We’ll get through this...Maybe it won’t end like that? And even if it does, you’ll get the reason to go to Piltover, right? - you smirked, knowing how Ekko hates Piltover topic. - Shuddup, let’s finish for now and think about babies if you actually get pregnant. - But you want to impregnate me, Ekko! - you whined. - [y/n]!  - I know and you know! - you teased. This boy was your life. 

You started whining when you were close, and felt Ekko’s shoulders intense too. You both were on the edge. - I think I’m- you cut him off. - me too, Ekko, me too- 

Ekko make an attempt to pull himself out of you, cumming right into your stomach, smiling sheepishly.  - Look, I marked what is mine.~ - I love you too, dumbass. Plus - I marked you too~! - Wha- how-- but as he turned around, he felt pain on his back. Well, that’s so sweet of you, giving him backache for some time. - I’ll get you back for it, [y/n]! - You already got. You sat up, kissing his forehead. You cupped his cheeks into your palms, grinning at him. - I know we told ourselves that today a lot, but...I love you. I’m glad I met you. - I’m glad I met you too. babe. I’m the luckiest man alive. - And I’m his future wife, so I hope luck will get on me too. - It will, [y/n], it will. 

[floralgothpersephone]

Top Fave Fandoms

@akai-vampire tagged me in one of these fun little tag games. Thanks darlin! <3 <3 <3 I appreciate the thought! 

Rules:  Name your top 10 fav character from 10 different fandoms (and tag 10 people).  

Most people are putting in .gifs for each fandom... but I wrote a ... well a paragraph about my experience in each fandom instead because I am feeling some deep sort of nostalgia these days and felt like reflecting... so its all under a read more tag if you are interested in my ramblings. 

In order of my own discovery, and not importance! 

Twilight: Team Edward. don’t @ me, it was my first fandom experience and I wrote SO MUCH fanfiction before I knew it was even a thing. I published it on DeviantART thinking I was so clever, and finding fanfic dot net was WILD. My interest in that fandom was immediately crushed dead the day after Breaking Dawn was officially released and I realized I had read better fanfiction then what cannon gave me. I never even saw the movies because my interest was just gone. *shrugs* But the re-emergence of Twilight recently is giving me life. 

Teen Titans: BBRae... Then RobRae.... then RaeX.... then StarRae... then CyRae... listen.... Raven deserves all the love and attention??? Also, I was in this fandom back when the original series was being released and was in complete denial when it got canceled. And for years I was just reading fanfiction that had been completely abandoned as fanfiction authors just kinda disappeared one by one? It was like, interacting of pieces of history left behind in a void. I was still deep in the Teen Titan fandom when Teen Titans GO! Got released. So during that very very long time of zero new content, I got to re-evaluate all of my fanfiction standards and completely read most every single Teen Titan fic ever written in my thirst for more. Suddenly ships didn’t matter as much to me, I’d take anything and everything. So when Teen Titans GO! Came out, I LIKED IT AND STILL DO. I still think the years and years and years of being in the Teen Titans fandom and being pretty damn isolated from social interaction kinda ruined me for fandoms that are still alive. Social fandom interaction??? hahahahaha, whats that??? 

Akagami no Shirayukihime: Obiyuki... this was a complete accident and I only fell into this fandom because my fave Teen Titans fandom author was writing for it, and I was reading the fanfiction without ever seeing the show, and like, kinda loved these characters a TON??? Oh no??? Real talk, I read most of the fanfiction published by the fandom before ever actually watching the actual tv show or reading the actual manga. But the fanfiction was so good and so engaging and I was learning all about these characters through this mystery game of putting all the parts together by all the different authors??? I loved learning about these characters through the people who love them the most, and it was magical. But then that became my dirty dark secret as I was suddenly welcomed into one of the most kindest and generous online communities I have ever met??? I have nothing but absolute love for the Obiyuki fandom and family. I had never experienced that kind of community before and looking back on it I still don’t think it was real, stuff like that you can only dream of sometimes. I sat down and actually read that manga and Fiona sat with me so that I watched the tv series so that I could properly engage with them because I liked the people so much. And when life hit me square in the face and I had a complete mental breakdown in grad school, and socializing with people online would give me complete anxiety attacks... and I had to step away from it. But I still mourn loosing that, and I keep trying every so often to see if I can interact again but I fear some chapters just close, and I hold the time I had with it, and the memories from then very lovingly. I will finish those fanfictions though. Even though I have no idea what has happen in the manga anymore I want to at least finish those stories like what they deserve. 

Miraculous Ladybug: Love Square. Sooo much love square. All the love square. Only the softest, gentlest, most innocent fluff to cope with the world and all my anxieties, and this stupid show gave me all of that. Plus, there was so much fanfiction to choose from that I was actually able to use tags and warnings to be able to navigate finding things that were safe and not feeling like my options were limited? It was so good to me. I also had never actually watched this show, and was only reading fanfiction of it for... honestly a full year. And when I did actually watch the first 2 seasons... I still didn’t watch the new episodes when they got released, because I much prefer watching the fandom loose their collective mind and getting to play the mystery game of what the hell happened in the show according to the little spoilers and the things people were screaming about. It was fun spectating, and putting it all together. Then reading the fix-it fanfiction and being like “whoa wait, hold up CANON DID WHAT???” ... Honestly I am pretty certain I still haven’t seen at least 10 episodes. But I know everything that happened now! Have I mentioned that I have an insane amount of anxiety of actually watching tv shows on my own? I must have company or else it will never happen. Shout out to Fiona for sitting down and watching Ladybug episodes with me while I screamed into a pillow. And for the record, I did start writing a fanfiction for this one. But I learned my lesson and decided not to post anything until it was finished so I didn’t have to live with the guilt of yet another unfinished story to my name. It was a little mermaid AU, and Adrien is the mermaid princess obviously, while Marinette is a badass pirate. It was fun to outline and write like, 3 chapters but i doubt I will ever actually finish it. 

Greek Mythology: Hades/Persephone. Yoooo this is my current thing. I am living for the walking contradiction of the powerful stern Lord of the Underworld falling for a little tiny goddess of Spring... and then finding out the little tiny ray of sunshine is really a complete force of nature to be reckoned with and he just crowned her Queen of the Dead. Beautiful. Poetry. *chefs kiss*  Also. I DON”T HAVE TO WATCH ANYTHING. AND ALSO. ITS AN ANCIENT STORY SO LIKE, NO SPOILERS TO NAVIGATE. lol. But honestly this is just a re-awakening of little middle school Becca who was obsessed with the Odyssey and was learning how to throw pottery so that she could actually date her pots, to help out the archaeologists in the future. (honest to god, that one of my main motivations as a little 6th grader making her first pots on wheel) And she was making these super shitty small greek pots and giving them to her English teacher because her English teacher loved the Odessey too. And then Greece had a complete economic collapse and crushed all of baby-Becca’s dreams to get to travel to Greece and see the greek pottery. And she delt with that heartbreak by pretending it didn’t matter and went and found other cool pottery to fall in love with instead. But now its back with a vengeance and once again Becca’s plans to go to Greece got destroyed by yet another economic collapse but this one is just Pandemic style. I am going to get to Greece so help me gods.  And yes, I have written fanficiton for this one too, and its honestly like, pretty fleshed out and written down heavily in my notes. I just have to like, type it all out and polish it. But, we will see. I am not allowed to have nice things until I finish the stories that are already posted. :[ 

Hadestown: Hades and Persephone, love that made the world go round. This gets its own bullet because its a different category because its a Musical even if its also a Greek Myth. And talk about reading all the fanfiction before seeing the source material. But isn’t that the case with most Broadway musicals? LOL. But its okay, I actually went and SAW the musical for this one, and once again, Fiona joined me. I’m starting to wonder if my Fiona is just my fandom anxiety buddy. Also shout out to the Rona for canceling my plans to see it again, not once, but twice now. (I have to go back because I didn’t get to see Amber Gray perform the first time, and hello I am obsessed with Persephone she is my favorite and I really really really just need to hear Amber growl in person okay???) I do have nightmares that she has left the show for good and I will never see her perform Persephone. Like legitimately have had that nightmare multiple times this week. I am just recently trying to navigate the Hadestown fandom on tumblr and still fumbling around with that. No fanfiction for this one yet, but I am making fan-pottery so like. That counts. 

Aaaaand you only get 6 fandoms because these are the only 6 that truly matter. Anything else I have been interested in has only been a passing fancy and never one of the true hyperfixations. Also if you got this far and actually read everything, well done, I am impressed. Thanks for taking interest in my ramblings.  <3 

If I am tagging you its cause I want to play the game, don’t feel pressured if you don’t want to play. <3

@bookloverfio @ruleofexception @wingsofgossamer @claudeng80 @puns-are-funs65 @ourladyoftheundcrground @peachdoxie 

[mojoflower]

Teen Wolf mpreg fic recs (99% Sterek, 1% Steter)

I know that you love me, even when I lose my head by LunaCanisLupus 22 E, 136k, Complete.  “We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“  //  “Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.  //  “He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.  //  Or the one where Derek gets attacked by hunters, ends up with amnesia and forgets Stiles is his mate.

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Stiles, Alpha Derek, but Stiles is a BAMF, BAMF Stiles, presumably Actual Derek is also a bamf, but College Derek is pretty useless, Heh heh

Wow, this story just grabbed me and didn't let me go and now it's the end of a full day and I have no excuse for abandoning everything except that I was really involved and enjoying the plot.  //  Stiles is such a fucking badass, I love this, he's super-smart and strategizes and handles everything that comes up like a pro and it's totally easy to see why they have such a large and powerful pack. 'College Derek', meanwhile, is a complete sexist asshole (with the whole Alpha/omega thing) who says some super hurtful things in the first half out of sheer ignorance mostly -- although occasionally it's spite. Stiles handles it as well as he can, trying to hide that it hurts and striking back because he has backbone for god's sake... but his bondmark is slowly fading and that's terrifying and tragic.  //  Meanwhile, the Silva pack is due to arrive with some manifest bad intentions, and Peter is lurking around stirring up trouble, and it's a really fucking bad time for Derek to not remember who he is, because it makes their pack vulnerable.  //  Great story.

The Lighthouse Keeper by tugela54 E, 75k, Complete.  On a rural island just off Alaska’s northern Inside Passage, stands a centuries old lighthouse - the perfect sanctuary for its keeper to hide when the moon is full, to burn and rage through its cycle with the townsfolk being none the wiser.  //  But then a new resident comes to Beacon Harbour – a bright-eyed young student chasing an elusive whale species – and all of a sudden those thick stone walls seem paper thin…

Bottom Stiles, Like Whoa,  

 Whoa, that was an intense climax, I'm kinda breathless. Great story. Stiles is earnest and funny (and sooo hot for the giant, hairy, handsome man -- when author says size difference they are not messing around and it's mentioned frequently) and Derek is monosyllabic and awkward. They figure it out eventually, and there is hot sex (did I say size difference and hirsuteness?). Laura's a great werewolf-sister (Derek is the only werewolf) and her son Seth is a cutie. The cast of characters (Chris, Jordon, Finstock, Angus, Gladys and the two First People Miriam and Jonah) are interesting and fleshed-out. Love the plot, and the take on Derek's werewolf (not Teen Wolf style), love the First People lore and rituals, love the setting waaay up in Alaska on this tiny island.  //  (Don't let Major Character Death tag scare you, you're gonna be just fine.)

Hey Lover, I Got a Sugarcane by pibroch (littleblackdog) Steter, E, 17k, Complete.  [References to Mpreg rather than straight-up #mpreg]  “Put Peter on the phone,” Stiles says, too sharp to be polite.  //  “What?” Derek sounds completely thrown. “Stiles, I don’t think— Okay, you’re obviously not understanding what’s happening here. Peter isn’t talking. He’s basically just growling at this point, and he’s rounding on anyone that gets too close. He actually bit me when I tried to take back my pillow. I nearly lost a thumb.”  //  “Derek.” The reality of this shitshow of a situation is finally kicking in, undeniably, and Stiles needs to hear Peter’s voice. “Just trust the omega, okay? Tell him it’s me, and give him the damn phone.”  //  ---"Wrangling Rut-Drunk Alpha Boyfriends 101" by Stiles Stilinski, omega and responsible adult person.

I've loved other things I've read by this author

Delicious. And also funny.

I've Got A Sure Thing by skoosiepants  T, 11k, Complete.  Stiles's water breaks ten miles outside of Beacon Hills.

Fox Stiles, Werefox Stiles, Daddy Stiles

Precious: I love the style, it tumbles and tumbles over itself. Stiles is himself. Derek keeps hanging around, and he loves little Princess Leia. Cora keeps laughing at them. Stiles might be a little confused.

******

He calls Derek and says, “I think your entire family is here, dude,” and Derek roars, “What?” and, “Don't call me dude, “ and, “Fuck, I'll be right over.”

Derek shows up in his EMT uniform and with his partner Boyd, stoic and amused, and the wild look in Derek's eyes is probably as close to a panic as Stiles will ever see him in.

Derek says, “Oh my god, Laura,” and grabs for Prin just as Prin launches herself out of Laura's arms toward him. He swings her up in a practiced movement and settles her on his hip and Laura grins so wide her fangs are showing.

“The pack wanted to meet her, even Mom's here,” she says, gesturing toward a big black wolf that looks almost exactly like Derek in wolf form – the wolf lifts her head and sneezes at them, then goes back to nosing through Stiles's DVD collection.

“Mom,” Derek says, and holds Prin up so she hides his face. Prin tugs at his hair and knees him in the eye and giggles when he shoves her up so her tummy is balanced on the top of his head, it's so cute Stiles can hardly stand it, his life is insane.

“Okay,” Stiles says, clapping his hands together, “I'll make tea.”

I don't think that means what you think it means by ThroughTheTulips  M, 21k, 7 works, Complete.  Ever notice how aliens have mostly similar customs to humans in Stargate? There never seem to be words or concepts that just don't translate. For the most part that makes sense given how they were spread deliberately across the universe, but there should be more weird stuff.  //  So I made some. This is very fluffy and ridiculous. Enjoy.

I simply can't with this. What an unanticipated, hysterical delight.

 I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter  E, 52k, Complete (series is 132k of deliciousness)  [Implied Mpreg, rather than actual #mpreg].  Stiles finds a baby on the porch.  //  It looks exactly like him.  //  Well, this is awkward.

Favorite, read again, still a favorite

Funny and unique and gripping (and there's one part that's simply fucking heartbreaking, god every.time. I bawl like a baby). I love this so much. It's totally one of my return-again-and-again-comfort-fics (even though there's very little that's slow-paced and domestic about it).

 monday i can fall apart but by friday i'm in love by tryslora  M, 6k, Complete.  It's just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can't get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he's too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

Alpha Derek, Omega Stiles, Caretaking,  

lol.  short and funny and sweet and Alpha!Derek is a caretaker (and pregnant omega!Stiles is a sass-spewing dork)

 finger on the trigger and all fired up by tryslora  E, 6k, Complete  [Implied Potential Mpreg rather than #mpreg].  Derek goes undercover to expose a drug trafficking ring running inside of a porn studio. What he finds is Stiles.

Hot and funny.

 I'm Not Immune by moodwriter  E, 24k, Complete.  “Did they inject anything into you? You can hold me back. You can stop me. I can’t stop you.” Stiles is in full blown panic mode now.  //  The one where Stiles and Derek get kidnapped, and sex needs to happen for reasons.

Great story, grows as it's written. Follows a lot of emotional development, tangled in the godawfulfucking situation they're trapped in.

Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica  E, 125k, Complete.  Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he's accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger's sperm.  //  Awesome.  //  And the father of Stiles's baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts.  //  Joy.

Omega Stiles, Alpha Derek, Mpreg, Kidnapping, Stalking, cultural ramifications of a/b/o

So, Stiles, the omega-rights activist who never wants anything to do with an Alpha and wants to avoid any of that biological imperative bullshit, winds up pregnant a la Jane the Virgin. BUT. Derek is unwilling to commit, or even to have Stiles tell anyone who the baby-Daddy is. This could be because a complete psychopath has him in her targets.

Kate is one fuck-scary villain, just, crazy as a bag of cats and vicious with it, and the filth that comes out of her mouth is truly chilling.

Stiles gets kidnapped pretty early on, which is frightening enough, and then she's back for another try. At that point, he's kidnapped again, this time by Derek, who whisks him across the country to the Preserve, a werewolf compound in Maine. Here, Stiles is the only human, pregnant and vulnerable and trying to make a temporary life until the baby is born. But will it only be temporary?

There's love, sociopolitical musings, lots of angst, lots of danger. The baby is born about 3/4 of the way through the story, and then Kate comes around to terrorize everyone again. Even though Derek and Stiles are living in a house that's reinforced with bars and a panic room, she still manages to nearly burn Stiles and the baby…

 Rescue Me (& Take Me In Your Arms) by tumtatumtum  E, 34k, Complete (series is 37k so far).  Just when Stiles is starting to reach panic-attack levels of stress, a leather jacket and firm thigh are pressed right up next to him, and an arm is casually thrown over his shoulder. Stiles looks up to thank this kind person who is saving his life, and suddenly forgets what air is.  //  Because HOT. DAMN. Call the police and the fire-man, this guy is smoking.  //  Or the AU where Derek helps save Stiles from an ex, and a steamy BDSM relationship ensues- with feelings all over the place.

Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sub Stiles, Dom Derek

Whoooaa, Nellie. Strap in for a ride, folks. Hot and also hilarious, which is a difficult combo to achieve. Loads of D/s sexy times. Stiles is precious. Derek is possessive and a wee bit insecure. They're awful fun to watch together.  ***The one where Stiles is Alpha Mate which magically means he starts leaking slick outta his ass, even tho he's human.

*******

[Kept trying to find this fic using key words bar and boyfriend and ex-boyfriend... which finally got me there. It's SO worth a re-read or ten.] I also tagged it with fake/pretend relationships, since it's fake for about the first 5 minutes, until Derek puts his hand on the back of Stiles' neck and Stiles moans and MELTS and lo, romantic and sexual interest is born.)

 It's a mad, mad world by ElisAttack  E, 74k, Complete [No #mpreg]  "They call him the Feral Wolf." The man laughs hysterically as Stiles backs away from him, fear coursing through his veins. "Feral Hale. Do you know why? Huh?" The man creeps closer, testing the restraint of his chains, white talcum falling from his skin, swirling in the air like the dust devils plaguing the wasteland. "Because he's fucking mad."  //  Or the one where Stiles is a prisoner looking to return home, but to do so, he may have to rely on a questionable drifter.

Really enjoyed this. Very interesting take on alpha/omega, haven't seen it before. And yay for apocalyptic mad max-type world. Scary as fuck.

a little advice for aspiring fires by The Byger (Byacolate)  E, 42k, Complete.  Regardless of his sadly lacking social circle, Stiles was going to have to get some physical contact or he was going to explode. Seriously. It’d be messy and Derek would probably become even more emotionally constipated having to clean up little bits of Stiles from his pristine walls and furniture.

Touch-Starved, Skin Hunger, Omega Stiles, Sassy Stiles, stiles talks CONSTANTLY, Mpreg, Kidfic

But We're Still Sleeping Like We're Lovers by CharWright5  E, 110k, Complete  [No #mpreg].  There are several things Stiles Stilinski knows to be facts: he's a werecoyote like his parents; his twin sister Malia could use a filter more than him; he's an Omega and terrified of his upcoming heat; and Derek Hale-McCall will never see him as anything more than his kid brother's best friend. Doesn't stop Stiles from asking the Alpha to help him during his heat. Or from developing some serious feelings that go beyond the bedroom. Basically, he's totally screwed, in more ways than one.

Fox Stiles, Creature Stiles, he's not a fox, but when I'm cruising that tag, I'll like to read this story

Idiot boys. Hot sex. More idiot boys. Angst. Fluff.

Jurisdiction by elisera  M, 7k, Complete (series complete at 20k).  John is a pretty level-headed guy. He wasn’t always, back during his own Sturm und Drang period, but he married a firecracker of a woman and got a kid with an affinity for trouble like he got payed for ending up in it, so someone had to level out or they would’ve ended up living in a treehouse or Lapland doing god knows what. Anyway, getting a hold of his temper is one of John’s better life achievements. It makes him a good sheriff and it kept him from blowing his lid too badly those last two years when Stiles started acting out in a way that John had never seen before.  //  But the temper is still there.  //  He’s reminded of it when he comes home on a random Saturday in March after spilling his milkshake all over his uniform shirt only to notice he didn’t have a spare in the station and finds Stiles bend over the kitchen sink with hunched shoulders.

Papa Stilinski is a total badass and mmm mmmm mmmm, so is Derek. Stiles has got some awesome muscle looking out for his best interests.

Into Something New by marguerite_26  E, 9k, Complete.  [Implied Mpreg rather than #mpreg].  Something is happening to Stiles. He’s losing time. Something is messing with his head, with his body. Maybe if he felt better he’d think to be worried.

 Nowhere Man by 1lostone  E, 76k, Complete.  [Mpreg (off screen)]  When Stiles leaves Beacon Hills, he does it without a backwards glance. For two years he is happy on the other side of the country- until someone targets not only him, but his daughter.  //  Unfortunately, the asshole bodyguard his dad hired to make sure he gets back home is none other than Derek Hale. And that's really not very good for either of them.

1lostone is, as always, the goddess of the lengthy, painful, disturbing, angsty, violent, sexy story. God, I love it.

The Second Coming (of Werewolf Jesus) by lupinus, uraneia  E, 40k, Complete.  Stiles was enjoying his senior year until his crazy English teacher decided he made the best candidate to gestate Derek's kid. Now Stiles is a seventeen-year-old pregnant dude and he and Derek have to figure their shit out, because in nine months they are going to be tied together for the rest of their lives.

Sweet: very fluffy and domestic.

Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)  E, 63k, Complete.  (Part of series A/B/O bodice rippers) [Mpreg, Discussion of mpreg, no men were pregnant in the making of this fic].  Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? and manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet.  //  now with explicit epilogue - the rest of the story is teen rated though, so if you don't like the idea of explicit sex in your bodice rippers - just don't read that bit.

Great story.

The Well of Living Waters by kalpurna  E, 30k, Complete.  King Derek takes a consort.

 Within His Power by NoBezel  E, 69k, Complete.  [Discussion of mpreg]  Derek is a wolfish cyborg, brother of the Governor of California, heir to the Hale fortune. Stiles is a un-sequenced human in a world of designer DNA. When Derek is forced to choose a mate, no one expects him to choose Stiles. To be fair, Derek doesn't expect him to say no.

Pretty fucking phenomenal. Lots of world-building and political intrigue. If you're in it for the tropes, you'll be disappointed, but otherwise it's intense and dense and lovely.

The Threat of Human Sacrifice by vampireisthenewblack  E, 45k, Complete.  The sheriff bought a crib and made Derek help him put it together. Stiles thought of Hemingway and the shortest, most heartbreaking story ever told, and dismantled it on his own while Derek was out.  //  [The one where Stiles getting knocked up is the least of his worries.]

So excellent and intense.

The Honey and the Sting by the_ragnarok  M, 19k, Complete (series still wip)  Derek didn't remember what happened when he went into heat. He could only assume the worst. The truth may be stranger than that.

Beautiful.

Tiny Houses by ohmyjetsabel  E, 77k, Complete.  "So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.  //  God, he dreams.  //  He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."

Fuck.

 Shifts by gryvon  E, 15k, Complete.  Stiles has what he's always secretly wanted - he's in a relationship with Derek and he's one of Derek's betas - but all that gets turned upside down when Gerard kidnaps him and his unexpected baby.

Who doesn't want Stiles having emotionally confusing sex with Derek, getting knocked up unbeknownst to either of them, and then kidnapped for the future baby? I mean, really. It's classic.

A Mating Moon by unpossible  E, 37k, Complete.  (Series 55k so far.) [this is not mpreg, just to be clear]  “Hey, Scott, so, I uh, there’s this amazingly hot guy and I’m uh, gonna spend the weekend with him but, you know, just to be careful, I’m sending you his picture, so if by some terrible chance my bloated corpse shows up sometime Monday, just, y’know pass this along to the authorities.” He pauses. “Uh. Kidding?” and then hangs up with a rush of air.  //  “That is the worst voicemail in the history of voicemails,” Derek says.

fucking fantastic

 (Once in a) Blue Moon by clarkoholic, skywardsmiles  E, 60k, Complete.  (Series 63k so far.)  Stiles and Derek are getting along, but they’re not a family, and they’re sure as hell not mates. Christ, they’re basically just two stupid guys who happened to get pregnant because of a full moon and sheer dumb luck.

Oh, the angst, the pining, the guilt, the blame, the anger. Total pain-fest while we watch Stiles nearly die from the burden of the pregnancy. Lovely sweet ending, of course.

Tried and Tested Series by dancinbutterfly  E, 53k, 12 works, Complete.  In which Derek has a sex emergency with unplanned results, Stiles could be the baby daddy on one of those horrible MTV pregnancy shows, Sheriff Stilinski takes in strays and life in Beacon Hills never has a dull moment, not even when things are calm.

Really wonderful series. Stopped at Part 11, so am waiting for updates. A good investment of time, even incomplete. ;D  //  [Huh, evidently I missed an update somewhere along the line!]

In the Solstice of our Hearts by ravingrevolution  E, 73k, Complete.  "You're not putting that up your butt," Scott told him flatly and Stiles couldn't stop the pissed off whine he made, but his friend continued. "Stiles, you can't put that up your butt, you know that. Your butt won't be ready for anything to go in it until-"  //  "Okay, okay!" he said, flailing his hands to stop his friend's lecture. "Message received, no butt stuff until I'm pounced on by some freaking animal in the forest and ravished to within an inch of my life. Got it. Thanks, Scotty, I mean heaven forbid I actually try to take control of my life and give myself a fighting chance or anything."  //  "Not all alphas are animals," Scott said quietly.  //  Maybe he was right, but Stiles wasn't holding his breath.

Omega Stiles, Berserk Stiles, omega beast, everyone's a virgin, Hurt/Comfort, care taking

The one where there's a Mate Run in the woods, and Derek with his pack manage to frighten Stiles up a tree from whence he falls and is impaled on a branch (ouch!) and then they spend a week in a cave while Stiles heals. Meanwhile, Kate and her cronies are sneaking into the month-long Mate Run with the intent to a)finally kill Derek and b) sneakily bond with some omegas. So Stiles goes berserk, which is the omega form of a hulking violence monster, to protect Derek. (Story could have stopped there, but carries on for another 1/3.)

[inactiveblogxoxo]

whoa i wrote a fic again

crAZY ((sorry i was sick for like two months and then i moved but now im hopefully writing again))

AYWAY: Kiribaku fic

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18345518

what do you mean

Sum:  Kirishima thinks Bakugou has a girlfriend. Bakugou just wants Kirishima to act like he usually does. Will they ever understand what they mean to each other? ((yes. They will.))

tags:  Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Movie Nights, Jealous Kirishima Eijirou, Misunderstandings, solved almost immediately, No Angst, straight fluff, Fluff, jirou and bakugou are bffs, im so tired, Not Beta Read, One Shot

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They settled into watching some super old horror. The film was in black and white and from before quirks appeared, but it was bloody and entertaining enough.

Kaminari and Sero sat cuddled up on Sero’s hammock, Ashido rested in a bean bag chair next to the them that she had brought up from her own dorm. Jirou sat on the floor, her back resting against the bean bag. Kirishima and Bakugou shared Sero’s bed, their backs both against the wall and their feet hanging off the side in from of them.

They were twenty minutes into the film and every time Bakugou happened to brush against Kirishima, Kiri would shift further away from him. It was driving Bakugou insane. Kirishima was always throwing an arm around him and pulling him closer, what the fuck did he do? He had been distant all week.

Sunday night he had been tutoring the gaggle of idiots he spends his time with, minus the red head who had been visiting his moms that weekend. Sero and Kaminari left early to binge some anime together, leaving just him and Ashido. Ashido jumped into gossiping, which gathered the attention of Jirou, Hagakure and Uraraka, and soon Bakugou found himself surrounded by them at the once productive table in the common room.

That’s how Kirishima found him when he walked into the dorms with his over night bag over his shoulder.

“Kiri! Welcome back!” Ashido called out to him. Kirishima had smiled and sauntered over.

“Hey, Mina!” He smiled and bent down to hug her. Turning as he stood, he made eye contact with Bakugou and rose an eyebrow at him. “So, what’s going on here?”

“Bakubabe was giving us some hot goss!” Ashido rested her chin in her palm as she smiled.

“I fucking told you not to call me that, raccoon eyes,” Bakugou bristled, his chin tucked to his chest to avoid Kirishima’s gaze.

“And I told you not to call me raccoon eyes, bakulicious.”

“bakulicious” Uraraka snorted under her breath.

Bakugou scoffed and rolled his eyes but said nothing else, he was tired and Kirishima was back. The rest of this night no longer mattered.

“Kiri, how are your moms?” he asked instead, partly out of curiosity, partly to draw the attention away from him.

Kirishima lit up, “oh! They’re great! You should come back with me next time, they asked about you!”

“Oooooo,” Hakagure cooed, “you guys know each other’s parents? Just how close are you?”

Bakugou again rolled his eyes and Kirishima just smiled.

“Wait, have I been so focused on the budding romance of Uraraka and Midoryia-“

“W-What!” Uraraka interrupted with a blush.

“-that I’ve been missing out on the one blossoming right before my eyes?” Ashido continued as if Uraraka said nothing. Bakugou groaned and rested his forehead against the table, figured she would say something completely idiotic.

“Hm, I could see it happening,” Jirou mused. Fuck, he forgot she was there. He lifted his head and found her staring at him with a menacing grin. Fuckkk, he never should have told her anything.

“Right?!” Hakagure gushed, “you guys would be so cute together!”

“Aw, c’mon, guys, stop. We’re just good friends,” Kirishima spoke up for them, hand awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Bakushima… no, wait, Kiribaku… no, wait, maybe-“

“What the fuck are you doing, Ashido?” Bakugou interrupted her musing.

“I’m trying to make a cute couple name for you two!” She grinned, “like dekuraka! For Midoryia and Uraraka!”

That seemed to KO Urauraka, who slammed her hands down on her face and floated away while bright red.

“Don’t fucking bother! That’s dumb as shit,” He grumbled, sinking into his chair. He felt Jirou’s eyes on him still and he hated the feeling.

“C’mon, it’s kind of cute,” Jirou twirled one of her ear jacks with a smirk. “Admit it, Katsuki.”

“I’m gonna kill you, Kyouka,” he snarled. How dare she taunt him. How dare she use his first name to do it.

“Uh, anyway, I’m gonna go to bed,” Kirishima coughed awkwardly, gaining all of their attentions.

“Me too,” Bakugou jumped up and followed him towards the elevator.

“Good night, guys!” Kirishima called with a wave. The girls jeered after them and Bakugou flipped them off until the elevator doors closed behind them.

They stood in silence for a while but Bakugou didn’t feel uncomfortable, he was glad to finally have a moment away from the idiotic giggles of Ashido and Hakagure and the knowing stare of Jirou.

“So uh, Kyouka, huh?” Bakugou furrowed his eye brows, what did that mean?

“…What?” He glanced at Kirishima with a blank expression.

“Nothing, I just… Uh, never mind,” Kirishima backtracked and the elevator opened. “Well, good night, dude!” He rushed over to his dorm.

“Hey, Kiri, wait!” But it was too late, Kirishima was already behind the door. Bakugou huffed and jammed his hands in his pockets, trailing his feet to his own dorm.

God damn it, how did he fuck up this time?

Kirishima had avoided him the rest of the week.

Bakugou had purposefully arrived at Sero’s dorm late for their movie night. Ashido, Sero, Kaminari, and Jirou, idiots that they were, had picked up on the tension between the two and had left the only empty space the one next to Kirishima.

It was his usual seat anyway.

But even with the ease of their usual routine, Kirishima was still doing his best to avoid him. He really couldn’t figure it out, he went over everything that happened over and over again in his mind. The teasing had been weird, sure, but he didn’t think it was enough to make Kirishima avoid him. Was he really that sensitive about their relationship? Was he disgusted by the idea of them as a couple? He had tried to stop the girls a couple times, but he hadn’t seemed angry… Awkward, but not so uncomfortable as to cut off their friendship.

He had asked about his trip home and Kirishima had seemed over joyed. He was terrible at faking so he knew it couldn’t have been anything from home that had upset him so much.

So, it was something he did.

Fuck, what did he do? How does he make up for something when he has no idea what went wrong?

He moved his legs to sit criss-cross and when his knee brushed Kirishima’s thigh, the other boy shifted until they were no longer touching.

And that, was the final straw. Bakugou, officially, was losing it.

“Kiri,” he whispered, leaning into Kirishima’s space just so he could be hear over the movie. “What the fuck- uh, I mean… fuck.” He took a deep breath to start again. He had to be calm, he was trying to apologize. “Are you upset with me or something?”

Kirishima started at him, wide eyed with an open jaw. “Wha… What, I mean, why do you say that?”

Bakugou wrung his sweaty hands together in a nervous gesture, “you’re not,” fuck he couldn’t say ‘you’re not trying to cuddle with me during the movie and I’ve tried to initiate it, but you keep pulling away and its making me sad and I don’t know why and I also don’t know why you won’t.’ He couldn’t say ‘you’ve been distant and avoiding me all week and I don’t know why and I’ve missed you.’ He couldn’t say what he was feeling and he couldn’t voice what about Kirishima he missed but damn, he had to say something.

“you’re not acting… like you usually are and I… I feel like I must have done something and I’m…sorry,” the last word he breathed out quieter than the rest. He only wanted Kirishima to hear, it was only for him.

“Oh,” Kiri’s face melted into a soft smile, “it’s fine, Bakugou, it’s me… I’m just, being,” he sighed and shook his head. “I’ll get over it.”

Bakugou grumbled at the answer. He purposefully brushed his leg against Kirishima and Kirishima moved away again.

What was he doing? Clearly Kirishima didn’t want to be near him. He bit his cheek in embarrassment and looked away.

He said it was nothing, he said it was just something he was working through, so then why was he still not acting like normal?

As far as Bakugou could see it, he had three options. 1: Leave this fuckfest of a mental headache and go the fuck to sleep. 2: Ignore Kirishima right back and just watch the movie. 3: Force Kirishima back to normal by taking on his role of the initiator for the night.

He bristled at his options.

He deiced he wasn’t a pussy and tomorrow was Saturday so if it went poorly he could just hide from this gaggle of idiots until it all blew over.

He slummed onto Kirishima’s side. He felt the redhead stiffen but he didn’t push him away. He didn’t look away from the movie and he didn’t move to wrap his arm around him. Usually, the idiot had his arm around Bakugou’s waist and was checking in on him every few minutes. Whispering what he thought about the movie and giving Bakugou a shoulder to sleep on when it got late and Bakugou passed out.

Angry, he gripped Kirishima’s arm and wrapped it around himself. Kirishima stared at him again with panicked eyes but Bakugou only frowned at him.

Kirishima stiffly looked from Bakugou to Jirou and back, “uh, I know that you… but won’t… I mean…” He sighed to steady himself, “Bakugou, if you want to… Then maybe you should sit with Jirou, I don’t mind moving.”

What? “Fucking what?”

“I just mean,” Kirishima bit is lip, “I don’t feel comfortable, like, hanging out the way we used to, now that you have a girlfriend.”

WHAT? Bakugou felt his hands shaking. His palms cackled with excess sweat he couldn’t control.

“Kirishima,” he tightened his grip around the red head’s now hardened arm, “I really need to talk to you. Now.” He pulled at Kirishima’s arm as he stood from the bed, forcing Kirishima to follow behind him as he excited the dorm.

“Hey, where are you guys going?” Kaminari called after them but Jirou and Ashido hushed him.

Bakugou pulled Kirishima down the stairs and pushed his way into the other boy’s dorm. Only once inside did he let go.

Kirishima cast his gaze to the floor and sat down on the edge of his bed. “So, what do you need to talk about?”

Bakugou huffed and sat next to him, “Kirishima, I don’t have a girlfriend. I don’t know why the fuck you think that but I fucking don’t.”

“But,” Kirishima finally met his gaze, confused. “You and Jirou, you guys called each other…”

“Oh,” Bakugou ran a sweaty hand through his hair. That’s what this was about, “she just!” he breathed deep a couple times to calm himself down, he didn’t want to scream all this. “She was just taunting me. She was making fun of me because-“ he cut himself off, embarrassed.

He groaned and fell back against the bed, an arm thrown over his eyes. “Because I told her that I… liked you.”

“You liked me?” He could hear the confusion in the red head’s voice.

“Like, I like you, Kirishima.”

“Oh,” he whispered back then again, a few minutes later, “oh.”

He felt the bed shift and moved his arm to see Kirishima adjusting himself to lean over him. He watched with what he hoped were expressionless eyes, but he still felt his ears get hot.

“You like me,” Kirishima repeated, breath fanning across Bakugou’s face. He felt like if Kirishima had a tail he would be wagging it with the way he was grinning.

“Yes,” Bakugou murmured. His eyes watched Kirishima’s. He licked his lips quickly, suddenly feeling so dry, and watched as Kirishima’s eyes followed the movement.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Kirishima spoke, eyes drifting back up from Bakugou’s lips for a moment.

Bakugou reached up with his hands to grip at Kirishima’s shirt where it hung lose against him. He closed his eyes as he breathed in deeply to calm his nerves. On the outtake of his breath, he adjusted his neck slightly to get more comfortable. He opened his eyes and found Kirishima’ red eyes watching him closely. His smile was replaced with a fond expression Bakugou was embarrassed to find he liked.

Flushing red, he leaned up and brushed his nose against the bottom of Kirishima’s jaw and whispered: “okay.”

Wasting now time, Kirishima turned his head and crashed his lips to his. He kissed hard as if he was trying to convince himself this wasn’t a dream by adding pain to the kiss.

Bakugou didn’t try to soften it, he met Kirishima’s hard kiss with his own. Their teeth smashed together, nose pressed uncomfortably to each other’s faces. They broke apart and rejoined over and over. Bakugou’s hands drifted from where they fisted at Kirishima’s stomach to wrapping around Kirishima’s neck. He used this leverage to pull himself closer, press harder. Kirishima smiled against his lips, pulling away to plant light kisses all around his face. He left one arm to the side of Bakugou’s head to support himself, the other gripped at Bakugou’s hip. Calloused thumb rubbed small circles into his skin, his hand gripped him tight and pulled him ever closer. Their lips found each other’s again. Kirishima opened his mouth and when Bakugou felt his tongue on his lips he broke away.

Panting, he smiled. Tucking his face into Kirishima’s chest.

“You like me too, then?” he asked.

Kirishima laughed and he could feel the vibrations of it all around him, “I do. So, so much.”

[holylulusworld]

Every morning after – Part 8

Summary: Every night Dean crawls into her bed, hiding their relationship from everyone else. She agrees to this arrangement until Dean breaks her heart.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: language, fluffy Dean (come on he tries so hard, this is a needed warning!), dirty talk, Deans low voice (needed warning), making out (Dean is persistent), tension

Every morning after Masterlist

  Two weeks later

  “Here I made you a bacon burger and I bought your beloved red velvet cupcakes for dessert.” He rasps. Looking hopeful at you he waits for you to sit down next to him and eat your dinner like you used to do.

Sitting down you silently start eating your burger. Smiling Dean watches you the whole time. Observing you with his olive eyes.

“You know it’s not very polite to watch someone eat!” You scold.

“Sorry…I just like watching you enjoying your food.” He admits, slightly turning crimson.

Humming you watch his flushed face. God you want to jump his bones so bad…

“I’ll eat my cupcakes while watching something on Netflix…I wanted to watch the Captain America movies again so do you want to watch the movies with me?” You ask and he starts smiling like insane.

“Huh…oh yeah…sure…do I need to eat the cupcakes too?”

“No, I bought some pie for you while I was on my shopping tour.”

“You bought me pie?” He asks.

“Yes, come eat up I want to see my hot Captain.”

“Oh, you like that guy?”

“Hmm…he’s freaking hot…so come on or I’ll watch him without you.”

“Where?” Dean asks.

“You room. I’ll bring the pie and you take my cupcakes.”

After the first twenty minutes of the movie you realize that Dean isn’t watching it, he just watches you the whole time.

“You don’t like my Captain?” You ask.

“I…ahem…was just.”

“Observing me D’?”

“Sorry…”

Humming you lock eyes with him searching his face. “Watch the movie with me and you’ll get a reward.” You say.

“More pie?” He rasps licking his lips.

“Maybe.”

Sighing he takes his eyes of you to watch the good looking guy you admire so much.

Silently giggling you move closer to him to lie down onto his chest. You can feel his heart beating faster when you start stroking his chest.

Slowly stroking your back he waits for your reaction, afraid you’ll get angry. Sighing you start drifting into sleep.

Believing you’re already asleep Dean whispers. “I love you.” Now your heart starts beating faster and you don’t know if you dreamed it or if he really said those three words to you.

Shutting the TV off Dean holds you tight, daring not to move. Afraid you wake up and leave his room he lays still.

“You know you can breathe Dean.” You whisper.

“Oh, did I wake you up?” He asks nervously.

“No.”

“Woke up alone?”

“No, I wasn’t asleep.”

Shifting he tries to process that you heard what he said to you. “You heard?” Dean asks worried.

“Yes.”

“I can totally explain this…I just…” Stammering he gets even more nervous.

“It’s okay D’ I love you too.” You whisper.

“You do? Even after what I did?”

“Love doesn’t go away so easily. Believe me I tried to get over you. I really tried so fucking hard to get you out of my mind, out of my system. But I failed miserable.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For me loving you?”

“No, no…for the pain I caused only as I wasn’t man enough to tell everyone we have a relationship.”

Humming you snuggle into his chest gently stroking his arm. “Can I sleep here?” You ask shyly.

“Please stay, I never slept so good like with you.”

“Good. You’re so warm and my bed is so cold, you could warm me up.”

“With pleasure.” Dean rasps. Holding you even tighter he slowly starts stroking your back again.

Holding your sleeping form into his arms he smiles. Hoping this means you give him a second chance to wake up next to you every morning after…

----

Shifting in the bed you feel strong arms holding you tight. Trying to get up you fail.

“Dean?”

“Hmmm...?”

“You need to let go of me.”

“Just a bit longer.”

“Dean please I need to...”

“Don’t go, please stay with me.”

“Fuck I need to pee Dean.”

“Oh...sorry.” Letting go of you Dean watches you leaving his room.Waiting patiently for you to return to his room he sighs.

“Whoa...poor Sam now I know what he’s been through.” You giggle.

Lying back next to Dean you cover yourself with his blanket. Smiling he holds you tight again. Nuzzling his nose into your neck he kisses the sweet spot behind you ear.

“No sex Winchester until I say otherwise.” You scold.

“All you want.” He rasps.

“Good. Right now I want to sleep a bit more its Sunday.”

“No jogging?”

“Huh? No, not on Sundays and Sam is still a bit pissed.” Giggling you snuggle into the pillow.

“He’ll get over it. Maybe we should punish him with making you scream out load.”

“Nope. No sex.”

“I could just make you come...”

“No...” You whine trying to sound serious.

“My fingers are magic Baby.” He rasps.

“No Dean.”

“My tongue?”

“Fuck no.”

“Could make you come with my voice and dirty talk...”

“Dean stop are I’ll go to my room.”

“All the things I want to do to you.”

“Dean! I warn you!”

Going even lower with his voice he starts whispering dirty nothings into your ear. His hot breathe fans over your skin and you feel the aching in your core getting worse.

“You’re the devil Dean Winchester!”

“Just want to offer my service.” He states dryly.

“Nope. You are under probation!”

“Let me make you feel good.”

“No.”

“I swear I’ll never hurt you again. Never even look at another woman.”

“You need to be blind to avoid looking at a hot chick!” You state.

“Could wear a blindfold all the time.”

“Stop talking Dean!” You grunt.

“Could stroke your soft skin for hours or rather your clit?”

“No. I’m still mad at you!”

“Please let me touch you. Let me make you come.”

“No.”

Kissing down your neck he chuckles when you start squirming under his touch. Slowly stroking the soft skin at your thigh he moves his hand closer and closer to your pyjama pants.

Biting your lip you hold back a moan when he sucks a hickey behind your ear.

“Fucking shit Winchester stop.”

“What? I was just checking your pulse.” He says chuckling.

“No you’re trying to seduce me with your hands, plump lips and your goddamn low voice.” You scold.

“Does it work?”

“No.” You lie.

“Let me make you feel good. I swear I’m all yours Baby.”

Moving his hands under your sleep shirt he gets closer and closer to your breasts. Slightly brushing over your nipples.

“Deean…I warn you!” You try to hold back a moan when he starts playing with your nipples.

“Hmmm… your skin is so soft.” Dean rasps in your ear and you start whimpering when he bites your ear shell.

“God I hate you so much right now.” You whine.

“Why?”

“Cause you make it so fucking hard for me to resist you.”

“Just give in then…”

“Fine, but if you ever cheat on me again I’m going to kill you and make it look like an accident!”

“What?”

“Yeah. You’ll be dead in seconds!”

“Sam would know you killed me!” Dean insists.

“Nope. I bet he would help me getting rid of your corpse.”

“God then I better not cheat on you. You’re dangerous!” Dean chuckles.

“You’re lucky I don’t know who the chick was, I would’ve killed her.”

“Fuck me sideways! So territorial?”

 “Well I defend what’s mine. You should be sure if you want to be with me!” You state.

“How could I resist a freaking hot killer like you?”

“That’s not an answer to my question Winchester!”

“I want you.”

“Fine now let me sleep.”

“What? No, Baby please, months…I need you.” Dean whines.

Giggling you slowly grind your ass against Dean’s half hard cock.

“Please. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Tell me the name of the chick. Do I know her?”

“No, she was a random girl in the bar…honestly I don’t know her name…”

“So you hurt me for a chick without a name?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Did she make you come?”

“No…she…I couldn’t get hard for her.”

“Alcohol?”

“No… I couldn’t…she tried to blow me but then Sam called and I was happy I was able to escape…”

“Not hot enough?”

“Not as hot as you…please…I want you so bad.” Dean begs now.

“I can feel that, it is poking me.” You giggle.

“Please.”

“Fine, but not without protection.”

“Oh…I…” Dean stammers.

“I can’t trust you like before…”

“I’m going to proof you I can be the man you deserve.” Dean rasps kissing your neck softly.

Part IX

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COOL ARTISTS AND STUFF

Since @floofysprankls went and made a really neat-o list  of artists he liked and was friends with and stuff, I thought I’d make something too since I’ve been gushing over art for a little bit lately.

This list is WOEFULLY insufficient and unlike floof whom I simply assume is friends with every artist because they are cool - I am NOT cool and therefore do not have lots of friends like them.

But I do have a decent chunk of followers for no reason at all, so here’s me shoving cool artists I like in your face!

Again, this is ridiculously small... I follow nearly 900 blogs and a TON of those are amazing artists, so sadly this is slightly biased towards ‘recent’ follows and it’s just... I can’t, I can’t list 900 blogs, I’m incapable of that! But I can promise that the artists on this list are INCREDIBLE and worth checking out!

Also worth mentioning that I routinely run out of words and don’t have a very good artistic lexicon because I’m dumb. So expect me to basically be reduced to “OH GEEZ THEY MAKE GOOD ART” instead of, like, details on why they are great.... I REALLY need to work on that because I want to praise them more specifically, but I’m a dunce there. I’ll probably pick pieces I like best to show off which means ddlc will come up a lot but please don’t base your thoughts purely on that, CHECK OUT THEIR STUFF DIRECTLY.

As Floof’s said, feel free to add more if you want to reblog and share these incredible artist’s!

@ponycide - Incredible artist who has drawn adorable ponks and pones for ages (SERIOUSLY, IT'S ADORABLE AND SHE DOES INCREDIBLE WORK ON THE ANATOMY AND STYLE AND JUST EVERYTHING) and now she's starting to explore outside of pones and it's VERY GOOD AND GREAT AND GOOD AND GREAT. Also, a grade A person, very nice. Followed her forever and there's a reason for that because WOW. I could say good things about ponycide for ages but I’ll just say browse through their stuff, give them a look- their great.

@pupbeat - WHOA! I've only recently followed (like a lot of these artists) but whoa! Already I've seen different styles, different mediums, and incredible work! Beautiful stuff!

@jenndragonarts - Holy crap they are good! Neato animations, dragons, beautiful gorls, mouse drawn doodles sometimes which are too good for their own good- fantastic stuff!

@sofieology - Their Art Is So Cute I'm Going To Die. Incredible style! Holy cow!

@car--jpg - Terrible person. Doesn't tag their art as "#my-art" or any other easily discernible tag. How dare they. They created some of the most PERFECT Natsukis EVER and it's buried because they don't use an art tag, REPREHENSIBLE! (BUT WORTH DIGGING FOR)

@charoitea - MY LORD, just scroll for a moment and look at all the incredible pieces! Their style is fantastic! I adore their faces and so many of them have incredible palates, it's great stuff.

@reallyvalid - OOF, It's really hard going through all the incredible artists I follows stuff at once because each of them is so overwhelmingly good. reallyvalid's style is off the charts. I love how so many of their pieces feel bathed in their own light instead of static and constructed just for the viewer. It's astounding stuff!

@dissartii - COLORS AND CUTIES. COLORS! AND! CUTE AS CAN BE OCS AND EVERYTHING. INCREDIBLE.

@miniimomo - HOLY, okay, just look at it. Just LOOK at it. These pieces are insane, this artist is fantastic.

@wub--wub - I love their art. I love it. It's fuckin' fantastic. Hell yes.

@sinfulzany - I ADORE how detailed their pieces can get, and just following the hair in a ton of these pieces can be an adventure on its own. Sensational work.

@celestiawept2? - An artist I've followed for forever and a day at this point. They have such a dark and gritty style for a lot of their pieces which feels really earth-y in tone, and my god his expression work is incredible and just always has been from my point of view. Impressive as all hell.

@troloyunu - INCREDIBLE pieces, we're talking style nailing the mark, we're talking eyes with a rainbow of color and detail to sort through, we're talking drop dead gorgeous pieces- phenomenal stuff!

@beepbeepsora - HOW DO THEY MAKE THINGS SO CUTE? HOW DO THEY DO IT? LOOK AT THEIR PIECES, HOW DO THEY DO THAT?

@hannahtehbanana - I love their work, I love their little doodles, I love their bigger pieces, I love their style and shading and their adorable sona with all those freckles and perfect smile- THEY DO GREAT PIECES IT'S NUTS!

@sunnypastel - BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL COLOR!!! And adorable expressive creations! Fantastic stuff!

@victoryillustrations - MY GOD! They have been going on these 'series' bends lately and each of them has been just grade 'A' beautiful pieces and concepts! They make sensational work, truly.

@kamidoll - MY GOD, I CAN'T HANDLE LOOKING AT ALL THESE ARTISTS BACK TO BACK, IT'S REALLY TO MUCH. Kamidoll does GORGEOUS pieces, I adore how they color them, I adore the expressions, I adore the style, it's just fantastic all around and I love seeing new pieces pop up :D IT'S SO GOOD.

@amethysfan - I have been adoring their work! The way they make such beautiful pieces astounds me~

@thistle-whistlee - GOOD GOOD PIECES, FUCKING FANTASTICALLY GOOD GOOD PIECES. I followed because of literally one piece, that's all it took, and I've been loving their work since :D

@nothing-is-ever--still--on-earth - The ask-sayori-ddlc mod makes such fun pieces! They make a TON of them just nonstop over on @ask-sayori-ddlc, and that blog in general is just a treasure.

@niee-chaan - I can not get enough of niee-chaan's pieces. The way some of them seem to form entirely out of color and emotion itself, or those pages and pages of adorable scenarios and characters. I ADORE their style and get excited whenever I see another piece pop up!

@tryingtotrytrying - INCREDIBLE. Some pieces have left me totally speechless, while others have put me on the brink of talking my own mouth off because I HAD to gush about them. Sensational artist.

@particularlymischievousvoid - I DON'T EVEN NEED TO GLANCE AT ANY PIECES TO FIND WORDS TO DESCRIBE WHY I LOVE THEIR WORK. particularlymischievousvoid's pieces are STYLE. They are CUTE AS FUCK. They are built from INCREDIBLE PALATES, and I LOVE THEM ALL. Honestly? I can't think of a piece I've seen from them yet that didn't immediately make me shout aloud because I LOVE their style so much.

@mrapplespiceman - My lord. I feel speechless here but I have to say something. This person's pieces continue to exhibit some of the best scene-building and story-telling in a single image that I've seen in quite a while. AND THE SCENES/STORIES ARE SO PERFECT. Some of the sweetest things, the most genuine moments, emotional ones- just golden stuff all around.

OH man, that took forever to do. And it isn’t nearly up to par for these artists.

But to close out I’ll say two things,

To the artists above AND not listed here currently- Thank you so much for creating. Sincerely, thank you.

To anyone seeing this list by chance, I hope you check some of them out :)

Now I’m going to go question why I spent so long on this list when it might have been more effective to just spam all my followers with links to these pieces directly, hmm.

[justjessame]

Avery Emerson Clay: If Your Brother Returns From The Dead, Is There Some Protocol That You HAVE To Follow?

Once Clay had recreated Rose’s delicate and delicious meal from the day before, he and the others crowded around the kitchen island and I rolled my eyes again. “I grasp that you guys are used to throwing down wherever because you’re all Rambo, but you’re actually in a real house with real tables and chairs.” Clay’s grin forced a smile from me as I tossed a dish towel at him. “And Rose is NOT cleaning up after you splattered the entire stove with the sauce, asshole.”

“God I missed you,” he tugged me closer and breathed in my hair, making my heart clench. It wasn’t like we spent tons of time together, Clay was always on a mission it seemed, but we kept in touch. Well we did until the copter went down with twenty-five kids and all they found were dog tags with his name on them. “I’d say you’ve grown, but-”

“Fuck you,” I smacked him in the side and pulled away. Clay was built like Dad, broad shouldered, muscled and ready to take down a brick building with his will and firepower. I was built like Mom, petite and dainty, but this mouth, as my dad often reminded me with a huge ass grin. “You planning on staying here or just stocking up and rushing away again?”

He pulled both his arms free and went back to eating. “Staying,” I nodded. Our land went on for miles, but even if it didn’t, Dad had it set up so it could be monitored from all sides. Shoot me because I didn’t really pay much attention to that shit, who would try to kidnap me? With my dad being who he is and my brother, alive or dead being who he is/was, that would be the stupidest fucking move any human being could think to make.

After they ate, and cleaned up, Clay and Aisha (he introduced her and with the look he gave me, I knew I had to at least pretend I was filing all her likes and dislikes away for Christmas time) went off to his side of the house while I was left to show the three men to their own rooms.

One was silent, but watchful, cowboy hat low on his head and I knew that look from the men my dad employed. He was a sniper, I’d lay odds. I put him in the tower, our house was as sprawling as our land, and he looked up the spiral stairway with a smirk.

“I think you’ll appreciate the view,” I offered, telling him that there was a bath and the linen was fresh. Rose was insane about making sure rooms were aired on rotation, just in case. With a finger touching the rim of his hat, he started up the stairs as quiet as air. “Now, let me see where the two of you should go-” I turned to the two men left with me.

Pooch, the black gregarious man who was grateful, but also seemed ready to crawl out of his skin kept checking his watch. “Sorry, it’s just-”

“Do you have an appointment you need to make?” I asked, walking down the hallway, thinking that he might be happier in the pool house, with its complete setup of kitchen, living area, and bedroom.

“Pooch is a new dad,” the hottie, Jensen, my brother, had called him answered. I nodded, thinking I was correct in my assessment. “He does video check-ins.”

“The pool house,” I opened the patio doors that we were closest to, and flipped on the light switch to light the pathway. “It’s got wifi, with the password on the wall, a PC set up with all the bells and whistles, and it’s fully equipped for long term stays.” In case his family wanted to join him, I was thinking, but didn’t want to overstep. He looked like he might want to hug or kiss me, but refrained, instead thanking me profusely and rushing off. I called out to him where he could find the keys to the door and chuckled as he waved his understanding.

“Guess that just leaves me,” I turned and realized I was alone with the final member of Clay’s team. “I can sleep anywhere, so don’t make a fuss.” He looked like he was blushing, and awkward, and maybe wanted the floor to eat him. Then Lolly lumbered down the hallway and bumped into his knee. “Whoa there.” He looked down with a smile. “Look at you, aren’t you a big fluffy ball.” He knelt down and started rubbing her head, chuckling as she snuffled her appreciation. “Oh, I see, you can’t see me or hear me, can you?” More snuffling was his answer, but he kept talking to her, whether she heard him or not. “Aren’t you just a sweet ball of fluff? Just sweetness.”

“Her name is Lolly,” I offered, smiling down at him when he looked up. She was pressing her nose into his hand, enjoying his attention. “She’s fifteen years old, her owners left her at the pound because they had a baby and she was too much work as she started having health troubles.” I sat down beside him and Lolly seemed to sense me and moved over to plop her head into my lap. “She’s my oldest right now, my other seniors have crossed the rainbow bridge.”

“How many rescues do you have?” His hands were still running along Lolly’s back, and if a dog could purr, she would be. I told him, names not numbers, and he was smiling as I explained each one’s story. “You love them all, don’t you?”

“Course I do,” Lolly had nodded off, her head one of the soft rugs that I had scattered around the house just for this very purpose. I stood up and so did Jensen. “Who wouldn’t love them?”

I walked down the hallway that led to my side of the house. Knowing Clay, and boy did I know my brother, no one wanted to be on his side of the house while he was entertaining a ‘friend’. With Cougar in the tower, Pooch in the pool house, and Jensen seeming like a more social beast, I thought he’d appreciate being near another human being. So my side of the house was the best idea.

Opening a door at the other end of the hallway, I smiled when I saw Cullen the tuxedo cat perched on one of the pillows and Otis the dog she adopted on the rug beside the bed. “You can tell them to get out and they will.” They’d bitch, moan, and whine, but they’d leave the room and come to mine. He shook his head and walked into the room carrying his bags.

“Nah, the company will be nice.” Reaching out one hand, he waited while Cullen smelled his fingers and nudged them with her forehead. Since he was given the OK he scratched her ears and got a purr in reward. Otis, perked up and Jensen chuckled. “Jealous?” The dog’s head tilted as he considered the question and he got another laugh. “Come here and you can have some scratches too.”

“Since you seem to have things under control,” I was leaning against the door frame while I watched him charm my pets one by one. “Your bathroom is through that door,” I gestured when he looked over at me. “And I’m at the other end of the hall.” I turned to go, thinking I should go out back and make sure no one was left outside who couldn’t find the pet door on their own, when his voice stopped me.

“Thanks, Avery,” I smiled and turned back to assure him it was nothing. Not my house, not really. “You’re taking this in stride, and that’s pretty amazing.”

That made me laugh, real laughter. “Oh, Jensen, you haven’t met this family. This isn’t all that weird, not for the Clays.”

[medicatemedrmccoy]

Taking care of Leonard

Leonard has been busy taking care of you and everyone else on the Enterprise for the past couple of weeks. Its time that someone makes sure hes taking care of himself.

Very first Imagine fic, actually very first fic in general. Be gentle. I am a delicate flower.

1,647 word(s) of fluffy goodness.

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You were lying on the couch half asleep when you heard the door to your quarters quietly swish open. You heard the all too familiar shuffling of boots heading toward the couch.

“Hey darlin’” Leonard said quietly. You could hear the tiredness dripping off of him in waves just from those two words.

“Hey Len… another rough day at the office”? you replied. Leonard chuckled softly

“You could say that. Seems like everyone on the ship decided to hurt themselves today”. He replied as he grabbed your legs and put them on his lap. He gently laid his head back against the couch.

“Are you ready to check your bandages, Y/N” Leonard asked, lifting his head off the couch slightly.

“Later” you replied, trying to change the subject. “Whens the last time you ate, Len”

Leonard is quiet for a few moments, you almost thought he fell asleep when he quietly replied.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I had an apple for breakfast and grabbed a banana sometime afterwards. The rest is a blur.”

You clicked your tongue quietly. “Len…” you started to protest. He cut you off before you got the chance.

“I know, I know, its just been one hell of a day darlin’”. Leonard replied as his eyes started to close. You decided to just let it go.

“Well then lets get you something to eat”. You started to move to get off of the couch but Leonard grabbed your leg and startled you with his sudden movement.

“You shouldn’t be straining yourself, Y/N”. Leonard said lowly, in full doctor mode.

“Len, I’ve been laying around in the medbay all last week and I’ve been confined to my quarters all of this week. I think I can manage to make a..” But your words were cut off by Leonards sudden protest.

“Your appendix burst Y/N! You almost bled out on my ER floor” Leonard began to rant, and you knew if you didn’t head him off at the pass, that there would be no stopping him.

You hushed him by grabbing both sides of his face softly, catching him off guard and making his lips pucker slightly from the pressure. “I know Len, but I’m ok, I promise. Let me take care of you”. You said while kissing his puckered lips softly “because we both know you sure as hell don’t”. You added accusingly.

You go to get up again. Leonard made no move to protest, too exhausted this time. You padded over softly to the replicator.

“Oh I almost forgot. Thanks to our lovely and gracious CMO, my options have been limited to soup, soup, and oooohh, look! MORE soup” You said, ribbing him loudly.

“Haha, very funny” Leonard grunted in reply “Im just looking out for your best interest Y/N”. “As usual. About to waste away over here” you mumbled to yourself so he doesn’t hear.

“Oh! I almost forgot, I have a surprise for you” you suddenly remind yourself.

“What is it” Bones asked.

“You’ll see” is all you offer in reply. You punched a few buttons and waited on the replicator.

“While that works…” you trailed off mostly talking to yourself. You grabbed a tumbler and started filling it with a cool amber liquid. You took it over to Leonard who graciously takes it from your hand. Leonard groaned softly in delight as he took a sip “Thanks darlin”.

You ran your fingers through his hair gently, hearing a soft moan leave his lips.

You left him to his bourbon as you go check the replicator. You grabbed the two steaming bowls and made your way back over to him.

“Surprise”! You said as you hold out the bowl toward him. He opened one eye slightly and inspected the bowl before slowly opening both and taking the bowl from your hands.

“Whats this”? Leonard asked while staring at the bowls contents.

“What do you think”? you replied with a small smile playing on your lips.

“What it looks like.. No.. it can’t be, can it”? Leonard asked hopefully staring at the bowl slightly wide eyed. “It is” you replied simply.

“Genuine Mrs. McCoys famous chicken and dumplins, well as good as the replicator can muster anyway. Your mom commed me earlier today to see how I was feeling and after I told her how I was and how hard you’ve been working these past few weeks, she offered, and I jumped on it”.

Leonard moaned loudly as he took his first bite “Oh my god..” He exclaimed.

“Whoa there, are you eating it, or making love to it” You poked at him.

“Shhhhh, just let me enjoy this” Leonard chided. You took your first bite

“Wow, its not half bad.. Pretty good actually, almost like the real deal” you agreed. After that you both ate in silence, allowing Leonard to decompress, enjoying the quiet and nothing more than each others company.

After you were both done, you took both bowls back to the kitchen and sat them in the sink. You walked back over and hovered over Leonards upside down face as he leaned over the back of the couch.

“Now you, to the bed” You said, leaving no room for argument. Leonard narrowed his eyes at you and began to argue anyway.

“We need to check your bandages Y/N”. Even though you could see the exhaustion oozing out of all of his features, you knew there was absolutely no way he was going to let you get out of it. Even if he had to hog tie you with what little energy he had left.

“Fine, fiiinneee” you relented. You laid down on the couch as Leonard lifted up your shirt so he can get to the bandage. He started to palpate the area around the incision.

“Any pain”? He asked, not taking his eyes off the slight scar.

“None” You giggled softly as he hit a ticklish spot. This made the corners of Leonards mouth lift with the faintest of smiles.

“Good. I want you to come by medical tomorrow and we will get you an official workup done and see about getting you back to work darlin’” as he applied more ointment to the scar and replaced the bandage.

“Hallelujah”! you exclaimed as you hopped up from the couch pulling down your shirt.

“Hey now, take it easy Y/N. I’m still putting you on light duty for a few days just to ease you back into it.” He explained.

“Aww come on Len! I’m fit as a fiddle”! You whined. He just raised an eyebrow at you with that look on his face, arms crossed across his chest.

“Its either that, or you don’t work at all Y/N” He replied curtly. You knew that look, he meant business. You sigh and roll your eyes slightly.

“Ok, ok. Anything to get me out of this room. I’m going insane” you finally relented. Leonard huffed his approval out of his nose and gave you a slight smirk.

“Now you. To the bed, sir”. You pointed past Leonard towards the bedroom. Leonard gave no reply as he rubbed his face with both hands and shuffled his feet in the direction of the bedroom. You follow close behind and began to rifle through the dresser. You heard Leonard sit on the side of the bed, slowly removing his boots. You finally find what you’re looking for and toss his pajama bottoms at him gently.

“Change” you said simply. Leonard grunted as his pajamas hit him in the head softly. You laughed as he grabbed them off his face and began to change.

“Lay on your stomach” you requested. Once he was done changing, he raised an inquisitive eyebrow at you. “Just do it” You said to him with your hands on your hips. Leonard rolled his eyes but complies and fell heavily onto the bed. You walked over to the bed and started to crawl on top of Leonard, sitting on his butt.

“Arms at your sides” You said as you gently took his arms out from under his head. He resisted slightly. “It’ll be worth it I promise” you assured him.

“It better be, woman” Leonard said, his words muffled by the blankets that have taken the place of his arms.

“Hope my hands aren’t cold” you said rather quickly as you start kneading his shoulders. All Leonard can do is moan in reply as his eyes start to flutter closed. He stayed completely still as you continue to massage down his shoulders down to his shoulder blades and eventually down his entire back.

You massaged until you thought he was finally asleep. You slowly stopped and watched him as his back rose and fell shallowly. You moved slowly off of his butt and made to slide off the bed when you suddenly felt a hand wrap around your ankle.

“Whe-you think you-goin” he all but slurred with his eyes still closed. You can feel him tugging on your ankle pathetically. You grinned despite yourself and repositioned yourself and the pillows at the head of the bed. Leonard moved as little as possible as you help him lay his head on your shoulder. Leonard wrapped his arms loosely around your waist and intertwined his legs in with yours. You began to move your hands through his soft hair and began to gently massage his scalp. Leonard groaned and you felt him to start to get heavier as he pressed up against you.

“Love you darlin. Thank you.” Leonard said almost breathlessly.

“I love you too, Len, don’t mention it. Now get some sleep for christs sake” you whispered back.

As if on cue you began to hear soft snores coming from his slightly parted lips. You chuckled softly as you leaned down to give him a gently kiss and you can almost see the smile playing on his lips. You snuggled further into his arms and close your eyes. You relented to his warm body heat radiating against you mixing with your own tiredness, you quickly fell fast asleep.

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[resident-of-storybrooke]

Csss here! I'm so sorry it's been so long since my last note. I've had the busiest week and i haven't been online. I'm going to be here more from now on though, you've got to have a good secret santa experience for your first time! Sorry you never got a real Christmas tree, i can't believe your brother was allergic, that must get difficult for him this time of year, they're everywhere! You can buy mini trees, maybe you could get one for your room. (pt 1 of 5)

Wow 40 people, that’s crazy, how do you all fit around the table and who does all the cooking and washing up lol. If you have Chinese i’m guessing you order it or do you cook it? I love Chinese takaway! It sounds like you all get on so that must be really nice to see everyone. My family is smaller so at one time there is never more than 5 of us around the table.Since my parents are divorced me and my sister will spend sometime with my mum and then a little with my dad. We take it in turns on who to see on actual Christmas day. It like it though, i don’t find Christmas stressful it’s really relaxed. Ok i’m happy to surprise you on your gift, that’s fine with me! I love rewatching cs scenes they have so many amazing moments. The pancake scene is one of the best, good lord that scene is good. Cute, sexy, funny. it has everything. We kept wanted some domestic stuff with cs didn’t we and then pow we got that scene. Amazing! So tell me what things you are watching on tv and have you been to the cinema lately? I’m going to see Star Wars on Thursday, my ticket is booked. I can’t wait! Are you a fan or are you one of the rare people in the world that isn’t and hasn’t seen a single film haha. Talk to you again very soon. csss x 

Real quick I do tag this for you, I hope that helps!!!!

Hey love!! It’s okay no worries!! I’m a grad student and I have 2 jobs, I know what it’s like to have a busy week. I’m already having a fantastic experience, so you need not to worry! 

Yeah he’s allergic to so much actually it’s crazy, so I’m kinda used to it at this point. He never seems to really complain about it too much. He gets shots and such to manage his allergies, so it helps a lot. I should get a small one for my room, but I’m leaving my house soon to spend the week at my parent’s otherwise I would’ve. Maybe next year!!! 

Literally parties with my family are insane!! We don’t all fit around the table, we all eat in different rooms haha. And yes we have the kids table, the older kids table, the adults, and then the parents all in another room. And only half of us grandchildren are married with kids so it’s only going to grow from there hahah. But see this is only on my mother’s side of the family, my dad was an only child and sadly both his parents have passed. So it’s really weird having one huge side of the family and then literally nothing else on the other side. We order it!! we’ve been going to the same shop for this will be 12 years haha, they’re great! And that must be nice though, having a small intimate time with your family. So I’m guessing with the fact that you said takeaway and mum you’re not from the States like me? Hahah sorry really weird thing to point out I know!! I literally am obsessed with all things Europe and my goal for after I graduate is to go visit. I’m happy you enjoy this time of the year, a lot of us get stressed out and lose the magic that is Christmas.

I literally died at pancakes!! I have this rule that during OUAT I don’t have my phone out expect for commercial breaks, and I was putting my phone away when that scene started and thank the CS Gods that I did because whoa what a scene!!! Domestic!CS is the gift I never knew I wanted, but was always waiting for. 

So with my crazy schedule I don’t get too much down time haha, but I started izombie, which I love! Oh and I love Grey’s Anatomy, been a favorite of mine for years now. BUT my absolute favorite show ever is Push Daisies, if you’ve never seen it ugh strongly recommend! That show was gone way too soon and was ahead of its time!! So I don’t go to the movies too often, granted my boyfriend and I went a few weeks ago to see Bad Moms 2, but we do like to watch Netflix! AND I MEAN ACTUALLY WATCH IT hahaha. He always lets me pick so we’ve watched Pitch Perfect 1 and 2, Beauty and the Beast, Elf, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, …. a lot more we love watching movies together. What about you????????? And well….I hate to say this but I am one of those rare people who’ve never seen it, I’ve seen bits but never any full movie. Which is weird cause I know I’d love it so maybe once I get some free time (one day) I’ll start it! I can’t wait to hear what you think of the movie!!! LONG LIVE CARRIE FISHER!!!!

Have a good night love, talk to you soon!!! 

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Bloody Mary- Part 3

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,479

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: For those of you who know who the TV show called Friends is, there was an episode where Phoebe played a game with Joey that was just like this one. I took that idea and put it in here. I do not own anything from Friends.

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Part One, Part Two

Your name: submit What is this?

You ended up going to a motel to do the research there because Sam had a laptop and it was more comfortable there. You and the boys went about researching: Dean was sitting in one of the chairs and he was reading a book. You were on one of the beds, also reading a book and Sam was on his bed, using his laptop.

After a while, Sam was getting tired so you let him fall asleep and you stole his laptop, using it to his advantage since you know he didn’t like Dean using it. You and Dean were in silent peace when Sam woke with a gasp. He looked around the room when his eyes finally landed on you.

“Why’d you let me fall asleep and is that my laptop?” Sam looked over at you. He was out for maybe 30 minutes.

“Okay, Sam, we’re going to do a little exercise. This isn’t healthy and you need my help.” You looked over at Dean to see him watching you but didn’t say a word.

“Y/N, no, this is stupid. I’m fine.”

“Shut the hell up and let me help you,” You snapped. Sam got up and sat on the edge of his bed with a sigh. You took that as a sign to continue. “Okay, I am going to ask you a series of questions and you have to answer them as quickly as possible. Don’t think, just answer, okay?”

“Sure.” Sam nodded, sighing. He didn’t think this would work but you saw it on a Friends episode and you wanted to try it out.

“Okay, what is your favorite color?”

“Y/N this is stupid.” Sam sighed, not answering.

“Samuel, you better do as I say.” Dean chuckled but didn’t say a word.

“Fine, fine.” Sam surrendered.

“Okay, what is your favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“Pick one: Summer or Winter.”

“Winter.”

“Pancakes or waffles?”

“Pancakes.”

“Drive in a car or ride in a plane?”

“Drive in a car.”

“Own a dog or own a cat?”

“Own a dog.”

“Why are you having nightmares about Jessica?”

“Because I killed her.” You and Dean looked at each other and Sam sighed, realizing what he kept inside of him for so long was now out.

“Sam, you did not kill her.” You said, scooting closer to him.

“Yeah, I did. I killed her and I killed my mom.” He got up and grabbed his jacket, leaving the room. You bit your lip and looked at Dean.

“Oh man…” Dean sighed, about to get up to handle it but you stopped him.

“I’ll do it.” You said, about to get up.

“I think I should, I’ve dealt with it before.” Dean got up and followed his brother outside. You bit your lip and stayed inside, thinking about what Sam said. You saw how Lily blamed herself for her dad’s death and you blamed yourself for your mom’s death at one time but you never knew Sam did for his mom.

He was only 6 months old when she died. How could he think it was his fault? You didn’t know how long you sat there by yourself when the door opened and Sam and Dean both walked in.

“Everything okay?” You perked up. Dean nodded but Sam just sat on the bed. You didn’t know what happened out there but by the look on Sam’s face, you didn’t know whether it was good or bad.

“So did either of you find anything?” Sam spoke up.

“No. I've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave, but uh, no Mary.” Dean sighed, sitting back down.

“Maybe we haven’t found it yet.” Sam sighed, lying back on the bed.

“I've been searching for strange deaths in the area involving bleeding eyes but nothing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary.” You stated before your phone rang.

“Hello?’ You answered when you picked up. It was Charlie, Donna’s friend from the house. She started rambling about her friend.

“Whoa, Charlie, calm down, okay? Take deep breaths. Tell me what happened?” You ignored the look of the Winchesters as you stood up.

“My friend is dead.” She sounded like she was crying.

“Okay, hey, meet us at the park in town and we’ll talk more, okay?” She agreed and you hung up, finally looking at Sam and Dean. “That was Charlie. Her friend is dead.”

You got up and put on your jacket, looking at Sam. That was all Dean needed and he got up, leaving the room and to the Impala.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Sam sighed.

“Don’t be. I know how it is to blame yourself. But you were 6 months old. How could this be your fault?” You touched his arm and walked out of the room with him.

“Yeah, you’re right. I was just over thinking it all. Maybe the lack of sleep got to me.” Sam sighed, getting inside the Impala with you. You got to the park and saw Charlie sitting on one of the benches, crying. You walked over to her and once she saw you, she wiped her eyes.

“Thank God.” She said sadly.

“What happened?”

“They found her on the bathroom floor. Her eyes...” She sobbed.

“I’m sorry. “Sam said.

“She said it,” She looked at you. “I heard her say it but it couldn’t be because of that. I’m insane, right?”

“No, you’re not insane.” Dean said.

“Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse.”

“Look, we think something’s happening here, something we can’t explain.” Sam said.

“We’re going to stop it but we need your help.” You looked at Charlie.

“What do you want me to do?”

“We need to get into your friend’s house. Can you help us do that?”

“Yeah. Her name was Jill, by the way.” She said quietly.

“Good, text me when it’s safe to enter Jill’s bedroom.”

“You sure she said 8?” Dean said from behind you.

“Yes, Dean, you don’t have any patience for a Hunter.” You didn’t look at him.

“Shut up.” He grumbled. You were perched on a two-story house, on the roof, waiting to be let into Jill’s room. Charlie had to convince Jill’s parents to let her in and then she would help you though the window. It wouldn’t look good if you went through the front door.

The window opened and you looked at Charlie who stepped aside to let you in. You were the first to go in and then Sam and then Dean.

“So what did you tell Jill’s mom?” You looked at Charlie.

“Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things. I hate lying to her.” Charlie sighed.

“Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights.” Dean said to her. He walked over to the window and shut the curtain while Sam pulled out a camera and handed it to you. Charlie walked over to the lights and turned them off, putting the rom into darkness. The only light coming from the window but it was dim since the curtains were over it.

“What are you looking for?” she wondered.

“Trust me, we’ll let you know when we find it.” You said, turning on the night vision. You pointed the camera at Dean and smirked. When he realized he was on camera, he turned his back, swinging his face to you.

“Do I look like Paris Hilton?” You giggled and moved the camera away from him, going to Jill’s closet and looking everywhere. You began filming around the mirror.

“So, I’m not sure I understand what’s going on here. The first victim didn’t summon Mary but the second one did. It’s like Mary is choosing who lives and who dies.” You huffed.

“Beats me.” Dean said. You closed the closet door and scanned the room. “I want to know why Jill said it in the first place.”

“It was a joke.” Charlie said sheepishly.

“Yeah well somebody's going to say it again, it's just a matter of time.” Sam commented, looking through his phone camera. You walked into the bathroom with the camera and pointed it to the mirror there.

You filmed the mirror and looked closely at it, seeing if you could see anything. You frowned when you saw something oozing from the mirror and you wondered what it was. It wasn’t clear what it was but you knew something better that would pick it up.

“Hey, Dean?” You called for him.

“Yeah?” He walked to the bathroom with his EMF reader.

“There’s a black light in the trunk, right?”

“Actually, Sammy brought it, just in case.” He looked at his brother who overheard them and was already handing it to you. You turned on the battery powered light and hovered it over the mirror. You saw the oozing substance more clearly now. It seemed as if something was on the back of the mirror.

“Hey will one of you take the mirror down for me?” You backed away to let Sam come in and take the mirror off. You walked over to the bed where he placed it face down. You handed him the light.

“Look at the back.” Sam tore into the mirror, ripping off the brown paper until it was all gone. He shone the light over it and you watched as a handprint and the words ‘Gary Bryman” came into view.

“Gary Bryman?” Charlie said to herself.

“You know who that is?” You looked at her.

“No.” You nodded and you packed up the camera.

“We should go.” You said to the boys when you heard Jill’s mother call for Charlie. The brothers nodded and Sam quickly put the mirror back on its place and you three got out of the room as Charlie walked out through the door to talk to her mother.

“I’m going to see if this name means something.” Sam said, walking to the Impala and getting out his laptop. With a few clicks of the button and few seconds of typing, Sam was pulling something up.

“Sorry about that.” Charlie said, leaving Jill’s house and to you. It was still light outside and you were thankful of that.

“It’s okay. Sam, what did you find out?” You looked at him.

“So, Gary Bryman was an 8-year-old boy. Two years ago, he was killed in a hit and run. The car was described as a black Toyota Camry. But nobody got the plates or saw the driver.” Sam sighed, putting the laptop away.

“Oh my God.” Charlie said.

“What?” Sam asked as he walked over to her.

“Jill drove that car.” You perked up when you realized something.

“We need to get to Donna’s house.”

“We really would like to help, Donna.” Charlie said, looking at her friend.

“Okay, sure.” She said confused, letting you and the boys inside. You walked upstairs, black light in hand and walked to the bathroom. With the aid from the boys, you saw another handprint and the name ‘Linda Shoemaker’ on the back of the bathroom mirror.

“Linda Shoemaker?” Dean asked. Sam put the mirror back where it belonged and you walked back downstairs where Donna and Charlie were.

“Is Linda Shoemaker your mother?” You asked softly.

“Why are you asking me this?” Donna crossed her arms.

“Look, we’re sorry, but it’s important.” Sam sighed.

“Yeah. Linda's my mom okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills, it was an accident, and that's it. I think you should leave.” Donna was getting emotional and pissed.

“Now, Donna, just listen.” Dean tried to say.

“Get out of my house!!!” She yelled at you three before running to a different part of the house.

“Oh my God. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?” Charlie gasped.

“Maybe.” Sam shrugged.

“I think I should stick around.” Charlie sighed.

“Alright, fine, but whatever you do, don’t,” She cut you off.

“Believe me, I won’t say it.” You nodded and left the house with Sam and Dean. You looked at Dean and he gave you a certain look but you couldn’t place it.

“We should go back to the motel, see what else we can dig up.” The boys confirmed what you said with a nod and you headed off. Getting back to the motel, Dean decided to head straight for Sam’s computer before he could say anything about it. Sam rolled his eyes and decided to look at the bulletin board you guys made while you took a seat next to Dean. You were amazed that he didn’t figure out your feelings for him.  

“Wait, wait, wait, you're doing a nationwide search?” You asked, watching as Dean worked.

“Yep. The NCIC and the FBI. At this point, any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me.” Dean said, concentrated. When Dean concentrated, it was hot. His eyes narrowed and his tongue poked out just slightly. You always thought it was cute but he never knew. You were staring at him and not the screen.

“You’re staring, sweetheart.” Dean muttered, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“No, I’m not, I’m looking at what you were doing.” You blushed, embarrassed that you got caught. You looked at the computer screen, watching him do his thing.

“But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town.” Sam pointed out.

“I'm telling you there's nothing local, I've checked. So, unless you got a better idea…” Dean sighed.

“The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern.” Sam stated.

“I know, I was thinking the same thing,” You said. “I noticed the handprints were the same on either mirror.”

“Both had secrets where people died.” Dean added.

“Right. I mean there's a lot of folklore about mirrors. That they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, and that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them.”

“See this is why I never fucked around with this shit when I was a kid.” You sat back, sighing.

“Take a look at this.” He positioned the laptop so that you and Sam could see. It was a picture of a woman, lying by a mirror in a puddle of her blood. Dean shows another picture and it’s a picture of a handprint with the letters “TRE”.

“Looks like the same handprint.” You noticed.

“Her name was Mary Worthington—an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana.” Dean said.

“Then that is where we go.” You said, gathering your things. It was only a 2 hour drive to the place and you were thankful for that. The map took you to a detective agency in Fort Wayne who was on the case of Mary Worthington.

Part Four

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