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Good Morning

Characters: Thor/You

Description: Could you do a fluffy Thor fic where there’s morning cuddles involved? (requested by anon)

A/N: Aw, okay! This sounds cute :)

You woke up at almost 10:00 to light streaming through your windows. You attempted to lift your hand to brush some hair out of your face, but you found that both of your arms were trapped by the grasp of your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry,” you heard him say, and you almost screamed in surprise. 

“Thor, oh my god! I didn’t know you were awake!” you exclaimed, trying to control your breathing.

“I’m sorry,” he laughed, his chest rising up and down from his laughter. “Here,” he said, loosening his old on you so that you could move your hands.

“Thanks,” you sighed, brushing your forehead so that the strand of hair there moved to its correct position. As soon as you set your arms back down, Thor grabbed them and held you tight, again. 

“Aw, c’mon,” you whined playfully, not actually minding how he was acting.

“What, can I not just lay here and enjoy your company?” Thor asking jokingly.

“No, you can. I’m just saying that you don’t have to crush me to death while you’re doing so,” you laughed.

“I’m sorry, is this better?” Thor wondered as he constricted his arms around you, making it harder to breathe.

“Thor!” you exclaimed, your eyes widening. “Give me a break!”

“Alright,” he chuckled, his voice still low from waking up. His arms relaxed a bit, giving you more room to move around. He still held you close, though, making sure you couldn’t go too far away. “Good morning,” he mumbled, and you hummed in response.

The two of you were silent for a few moments before you remarked, “This is actually quite comfortable,” burying your head under into his chest. You couldn’t help but notice how muscular it was.

“It is,” Thor agreed, leaning down and kissing your head lovingly. “We should do this more often.”

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Steve: “With whom are you texting?”

Thor: “Eh .. just a friend.”

Steve: “You’re smiling every time a new message arrives.”

Thor: “You got me there. It’s Y/N.” *texting*

Steve: “Oh really? … What are you two talking about.”

Thor: “Nothing special.” *texting*

Steve: “Something funny?”

Thor: “Kind of.” *texting*

Steve: “ … so … about what exactly?” 

I’m Sorry {Scott McCall} //smut

*this was just something i had in my drafts its short but i really wanted to finish it. anyway so if you had requested something recently, once i finished the last four of my drafts ill start doing the request in my inbox*

 warning; riding, oral, fingering

request; (just a small treat)

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Little brother: *Sits down beside me and puts on his head phones*

Me: Wanna know how much butt sex fics I read

Little brother: *Takes of his headphones* What

Me: What

Little brother: No tell me

Me: Butt sex

Little brother: When

Me: Everyday

Little brother:

Me: What

a show of trust - steter

for @detektywpikachu who asked for steter plus stiles gets a haircut from peter                            

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The first time it happens it’s a case of a necessary evil. Not even a “cut a lock of hair for a spell” scenario though. Oh no. It’s more of a “cut all the hair off before the gunk sinks into Stiles’ skin and melts his brain” kind of situation.

Either way, Stiles doesn’t give a fuck about how or who or what with. He’d do it himself if he had eyes on the back of his head to make sure he doesn’t miss a spot.

He rocked a buzzcut for years and although he’ll miss the “artful bed-head” - as his dad started to call it, - it’s a small price to pay for his continued ability to live.

So he glares at where Lydia and Erica are fighting over the scissors and comb, then ends their squabbling with one sentence.

“Peter,” he calls, addressing the man who’s been observing the situation from his usual perch on the stairs,“ will you do the honors?”

Peter smiles at him, pleased and triumphant in the face of Lydia’s and Erica’s protests, and follows Stiles to the bathroom.

Somehow, when Peter’s done, and Stiles’ hair is cropped short again he looks better than he ever did sporting a buzzcut.

–

The next time it happens Stiles’ life isn’t under threat any more than on any other regular old Tuesday and it’s Peter who offers.

Granted, the main reason for it could be the fact that Stiles sprained his right wrist in a fight two weeks ago and his hair was getting out of hand.

He could go to a barber. He had every intention to do it, too. But.

He’s sprawled on Peter’s couch in the man’s apartment, taking advantage of Peter’s Disney+ subscription. They are friends, these days, and binge-watching the Mandalorian and hanging out is one of the things they do.

And so is snuggling, which they both attribute to Peter’s pack instincts while ignoring the elephant in the room that is the thing growing between them.  

As it is, Stiles must have shoved his hair one time too many into Peter’s face because Stiles finds himself being playfully pushed away by the application of hand to face until he finds himself half sprawled in Peter’s lap.

Before Stiles can question the sudden change in position, all done in a way that somehow avoided him landing on his injured writs, Peter tugs at his hair gently.

“I’m sorry to say this, sweetheart, but this birdnest on your head you call hair needs to be trimmed down into something more suitable for your pretty face.” Before Stiles could protest, squawk, or even agree, Peter continued, “I can do it for you right now, if you want?”

Which is how Stiles finds himself in Peter’s bathroom, perched on one of the stools from Peter’s kitchen, the brush of the comb and snipping of scissors making for the ambiance.

It’s… strangely intimate, more intimate than hugging or cuddling somehow and Stiles can’t explain why.

He’s been nose to chest with Peter before, they’ve been friends for years now, packmates. They train, they roughhouse, they sprawl over each other as they watched TV the same way Stiles does with Scott, Derek, Kira, Boyd and everyone else. Though he and Jackson don’t snuggle. Ever. There’s no proof.

But here and now, with Peter standing between Stiles’ legs as he cuts the hair at the front of Stiles’ head, his movements sure and precise because it’s just another thing he’s ridiculously good at–

There’s tension building up, and Stiles can’t be sure if Peter feels it too, how strange, how edge-teetering it is for them, suspended in limbo as they are between friendship and more and how to bridge the gap.

But maybe Peter feels it just as keenly in the silence that has befallen. Maybe he knows just as well as Stiles does that this could be the moment because he doesn’t protest when Stiles’ hands settle on his hips, holding him, squeezing gently. He doesn’t admonish Stiles to be careful when Stiles lifts his head to look at Peter, the scissors and comb having already been put away so Peter’s hands are free to cradle Stiles jaw.

Peter’s smile is soft, barely-there and so much more real for it and somehow it’s the easiest thing in the world for Stiles to tip his head a little higher and meet Peter halfway.

–

“Did you plan it?”

“I hoped.”

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If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again

Damon stood outside your house annoyed. He had been uninvited by you after having another one of your stupid fights. “Very mature Y/N” he yells through the door. “Screw you” you shout back. Damon folded his arms “I’m not leaving, until you invite me in” he said. “Well I’m not letting you in” you shouted. “Well then I guess I’m not leaving” he smirked.

Wounded

Request: Hiya! Can you do a Reader x Emmet where they get into an argument and he throws up his arms/steps forward or something and Reader flinches as if she thought he would hit her and it breaks his heart?

Warnings: Angst 

Pairing: Emmett x reader

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Imagine: Loki notices how awkward and girly you are when you’re alone with him. And he teases you for it. [x]

Thor: Sif and I must train now but you will be in the company of my brother- Loki. Will you be okay? Y/N: Sure. Yes. Of course. Thor: *looks sceptical* Y/N: I’ll be fine, Thor, just go. Thor: Very well. Good bye brother, Y/N. Loki: *looks to you* *smirks* Y/N: *twirls hair nervously* *blushes* H-hi… Loki: Hello love. Y/N: *smiles* *looks down* Loki: Hm… *smirks* Y/N: What? Loki: Nothing… just I never noticed before how awkward and… flustered you get… especially when you’re alone with me. Y/N: I do not get flustered! *blushes* Loki: *moves strand of hair out of your face* Sure you don’t love. *smirks*

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