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leahsflwer · 7 months

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Would be be all good to request a Thorne Jamison

Imagine? Preferably a smut or whatever you like 💋💋💋

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Thorne Jamison smut imagine - “Looks like we’re stuck Dollface”

Warnings: smut! Adult content, not for young/innocent people, typical bad boy x nerd, oral sex, neck kisses, blah blah blah

Thorne Jamison x fem!reader

The rain fell down from the grey clouds, students rushing down the college corridors. I myself was in a rush, gripping my books to my chest as I ran down the stairs and past some classrooms, bumping into someone.

“Thorne! fuck sake!” I yelled as I spotted my books and notes all over the floor covered in paint, my brown cardigan covered with the blue liquid

“Shit sorry” he chuckled.

We both turned our heads to see one of his mates run over with a panicked expression. Thorne seemed to understand him and grabbed my arm pulling me along inside the storage closet, it made me instantly glare.

“What the hell? Don’t drag me into here” I went to say but was cut off with his hand on my lips.

I stayed silent, hearing a professor yell about, he saved me from getting in trouble. So he wasn’t as bad as I thought, a smile coming to my mouth as he removed his hand. The professor running off to chase a student down the hallway.

“Thank you” I sighed

“No need to thank me, now I’m out of here-“ he went to say but the handle didn’t push down all the way, he stopped and wouldn’t budge, meaning we were stuck in here all alone with the college’s bad boy.

I didn’t want to hear about all the girls and boys even that he’s been with, whether he likes tits or ass, all about his weird lyrics he sings for his band. I didn’t want to hear anything from his mouth. I had a test to study for and yet here I am stuck in a closet with the biggest pervert of them all.

“Oh come on you can’t be serious!” I snapped and tried to move the handle but failed terribly

“Looks like we’re stuck Dollface.” He smirked making me roll my eyes.

He was already annoying me. All though, I didn’t mind the nickname he called me.

The paint was still wet and dripping off my clothes making me grin with an idea. Wiping some of it up with my two fingers and putting it on his cheek. He deserves it.

“What the fuck..” he raised a brow and used both his hands to touch the paint and then cup my face so it was all over my cheeks.

Something popped into my mind as I spotted an old paintbrush on the shelf, just slightly lit up by the light. Grabbing it and using the pain on myself to draw on the wall.

It was something random, like flowers mixed with some sort of tree, it was random but something was missing. Thorne suddenly grabbed the brush from my hand and fixed up some details making it look perfect.

“I didn’t know you could even hold a brush, let alone paint so well” I chuckled

“Hey. I do paint for my band covers and shit thank you very much.” He grinned and threw the brush on the floor.

He was different to what I thought, I wanted to get to know him more, he was attractive after all, not that I’d admit it. So I touched my pants with the paint and walked up, inches away from him and placing my hands on his crotch, smirking up at him.

He let out a low groan at the sudden touch and then smirked, lifting up my chin and leaning in closer. But I backed away and laughed at the hand print on his pants.

But Thorne seemed unbothered by it. He just moved closer to me making me back up until my back touched the cold wall. Gulping as he lifted my chin up again.

“Can I?” He asked me

“C-Can you what..?” I stuttered

“Don’t act innocent doll. You literally grabbed my dick” he laughed

“Wha- well.. yeah.. I suppose..” I replied

“Good girl” He smirked and crashed his lips on mine.

The sensation sent a shiver and spark down my entire body. It felt wrong but oh so good. He felt perfect on my skin. His hands gripping onto my waist. My hands gripping onto his leather jacket.

Before I could even think he moved to my neck, not being shy about leaving marks. My hand exploring down to his pants, fiddling with the zip. Undoing them, gulping as he pulled away his eyes locked on me.

“Can I?” He asked me while holding my skirt

“Y-Yes.” I shyly nodded to him

He smiled and lifted it up, holding onto my underwear and fiddling with the lace, smirking at the sight before he tugged on them and watched as they fell down my thighs and onto the ground.

I felt slightly embarrassed but also confident from his stare and smile at me. I felt appreciated by that stare of his, those eyes piercing through me like a needle.

Thorne kneeled full down and used his hands to spread my legs slightly more and looked up at me as he let his tongue glide up my womanhood. I instantly gripped onto his hair, feeling a moan escape my sweet mouth. I had never felt something this good.

His tongue touching all the perfect moments, my hips bucking forward in pleasure to help him hit all the spots I needed to be touched. It was was good. He was good, I never thought I’d be in this situation but here I was close to my high thanks to the singer Thorne Jamison.

I threw my head back in pleasure as I felt my high come to its peak, realising right there and then. My thighs slightly shaking due to how hard I came. Laughing in return.

My body was begging for more of him until a clicking sound was heard from the door. Thorn quickly got up and fixed up his zip. I put my skirt down and stood up straight feeling very flustered and shy at that current moment.

The door opening to reveal Professor Edward Thatcher, standing there as he took in the sight, shaking his head with a sigh.

“It was you two who put the paint all over the place. I expected better from you.. Oh you’re with Thorne..” he sighed and shook his head at us

“Sir we got stuck in here” Thorne tried to speak up but Edward shook his hand

“No excuses this time Mr. Jamison. Both of you, detention. Meaning you can help me out after classes for a whole month” he smiled and left the area.

I got scared and left the closet fast finding my books on the ground and taking them. But was stopped from Thorne’s voice.

“You forgot these” He smirked showing my panties off the everyone in the hallway.

Blush covering my cheeks immediately as I grabbed them from him and shyly ran away down the college to my dorm and leaning on the closed door, my roommate turning to look at me, instantly grinning at me.

“Don’t even ask!” I yelled and ran into the bathroom dying from embarrassment.

#thorne jamison #Michael sheen #smut #fluff #angst #good omens #preferences #twilight #rock and roll #smut imagine #imagine #Thorne Jamison imagine #Michael sheen imagine

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michaelsheenconfession · 2 years

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*Sigh* Martin Whitly looks so fluffy and squishy and cuddly, but alas he's just about the worst human being. A tragedy, truly! Martin is the peak Sheen look for me and I bemoan that I can't freely pine for him because of what he is. And they had the audacity to make him charming at points too!!

Personally, that's the contrast doing it for me. The charming exterior and the shadow inside, and the wonders of morals, trying to understand how someone so... Sweet, can also be terrible. Wolf in sheep clothings, all this.

Indeed, it's a peak of the Sheen looks, though. But, ugh, Martin is so charming, nobody will be mad at you for falling for him... Certaintly not him, he wouldn't mind. ;)

(Not my GIFs)

#michael sheen #michael sheen confession #michael sheen confessions #michael sheen imagine #martin whitly #prodigal son

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hansoeii · 9 months

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look at you, you're gorgeous!

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and-this-of-all-my-hopes · 9 months

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I’m calling it now -

In Season 1, we had Crowley believe that Aziraphale was dead.

In Season 3, we are going to see Aziraphale believe Crowley is dead.

#can you imagine?#today I chose violence #tell me im wrong #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #michael sheen #david tennant #terry pratchett #neil gaiman #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 3

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mx-anthony-janthony-crowley · 10 months

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DID HE STYLE HIS HAIR LIKE CROWLEY'S?????????

#am i imagining it?????#I SWEAR HE DOESNT NORMALLY HAVE THAT SIDE PART THINGY???#AAHJSFBVDHFBVD #good omens #good omens s2 #GO2 #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #michael sheen #david tennant #magician!aziraphale #IM GOING INSANE

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ingravinoveritas · 4 months

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Michael straight up writing erotic gay fan fiction about Lucian and Aro in a 2012 interview and I am losing my mind...

#michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #i'm screaming #aro #twilight #lucian #underworld #there is no heterosexual explanation for this #at this point i hope anyone who still thinks Michael is straight #can just disabuse themselves of that notion #because dear god #and if he's imagined this with Aro and Lucian he has probably imagined endless smutty scenarios with Aziraphale and Crowley #i think Michael has been telling us exactly who he is for a long time now #bless his bisexual Welsh chaos #i need to lie down now

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nightgoodomens · 6 months

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Here is your daily dopamine boost:

#good omens #crowley #ineffable fandom #good ineffable omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #ineffable dumbasses #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers #aziraphale #michael sheen #david Tennant #David spends half of his life cackling away when he’s with Michael #it’s so funny #imagine having that effect on someone #and Michael just loses it just from looking at him #they’re that duo that just laughs for hours until they can’t breathe #half the time Michael isn’t even funny enough to make David laugh that much #but it’s what happen when you liiiiike someone

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apocalypticginger-blog · 6 months

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I had a dream about the filming of Good Omens s3 where they recorded all of David and Michael’s individual scenes first, and only allowed them to see each other on set once they filmed Crowley and Aziraphale’s reunion.

#but seriously can you imagine how that would affect the acting #those sad 10th doctor eyes #those fricking SHEEN acting choices #neil gaiman #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #michael sheen #ineffable husbands #crowly x aziraphale #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #david tennant #s3 #good omens s3 #staged #michael sheen and david tennant #david tennant and michael sheen

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somehow-a-human · 24 days

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Oh look it's another crack theory!

Crowley is the current supreme archangel.

DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY

Okay so hear me out, and look, I SAID CRACK! I have fun crack theories pop in my head every once in a while and I'm gonna write em down. It's not cannon with any of my other ideas or metas it's just *a thing*.

So! If you want to follow me down a wormhole of extrapolation, do so below!

"There is always a supreme archangel!"

Michael said it not me! Blame her! But look, that line is a choice, and it feels there for a reason. Maybe there IS always a supreme archangel. Maybe it's not a job you're hired for, maybe it's something that's inherited like royalty, and transfers automatically.

The 25 lazarii miracle.

Okay yes, I think it's just love and angel/demon working together is more powerful than apart, shades of grey, all that. BUT nobody else thinks that. Heaven and hell do not think that. They do not think Az and Crowley should have been able to do that miracle by any means. So I'd assume they're scratching their heads, and Aziraphale does tell the Archangels initially that he performs the miracle alone, which I assume would have then been relayed to the Metatron.

"A miracle of enormous power happened last night, the kind of miracle only the mightiest of archangels could perform" ... "How do you know I didn't do it?"

Let's say I'm right, look I'm humoring my own theory aren't I? Does Crowley know? Would he be aware of what happened? Would he feel it? If he did I could definitely see him keeping that card close to the chest, but still being a snarky ass to Shax.

Crowley opens the file in heaven.

So he's at least a Throne or Dominion or above, probably even higher up than that. He says they never change their passwords, and if that's true what else don't they change? What else have they forgotten? Bureaucratic nightmares like heaven often overlook so many things, who's to say a certain high up angel wasn't taken off all the books fully after they became a demon?

Why does the Metatron actually want Aziraphale back in Heaven?

I mean? Sure he and Crowley averted Apocalypse Part 1 last time I guess that's why, but couldn't there have been an easier way than a faux job promotion? I'm thinking: Gabriel is gone, the position of Supreme Archangel is automatically inherited, none of the Archangels in heaven are it, Aziraphale is suddenly accidentally performing a 25 lazarii miracle all by his lonesome? What if the Metatron thinks it's Aziraphale who has been chosen for the role of Supreme Archangel. But there's one thing he's over looked...

A clerical error.

What if it's not Aziraphale but it's Crowley. Crowley was formerly a high ranking angel before the fall. He's still able to access files in heaven, maybe they've forgotten to completely erase him from all the books and databases, and he was next in line, or maybe God just has a funny sense of humor. Angels and demons alike seem to just automatically listen to Crowley this season and do what he asks, Shax calls him "Arch-traitor" he seems like he might just know a bit too much more than he should, and the scene during the trial where Gabriel says, " However I am the only first order Archangel in the room or ya know the universe." Then the camera cuts directly to a close-up shot of Crowley? It's a bit too foreboding in my opinion to be nothing.

Final Thoughts.

This comic is posted on Whickber street between Aziraphale's Bookshop and the Record Shop. Neil had asked that it revolve around the horrible crime of stealing halos. When I see this comic, I can't help but think that the original halo owner is very James Bond, a character our favorite snake like demon loves to portray. I wonder if Anthony J "just a J really" Crowley chose J for a reason more than just a J (maybe........... Jophiel?), and I wonder if he really was fully deserving of his fate during the fall or if there's a bit more to the story.

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shameless-pug · 4 months

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imagine the fandoms reaction when it's revealed that Michael and David dyed their hair again for season 3 of Good Omens it will be awesome

#good omens #michael sheen #david tennant #good omens season 3 #good omens 3 #dyed hair #imagine #good omens fandom

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Science Behind the Madness (Martin Whitly)

Martin Whitly x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: You're lucky to have a sexual partner so versed in the science behind the female orgasm.

CW: medical play (gloves, patients chair, medical talk), thigh slapping, daddy kink, overstimulation, dirty talk, verbal humiliation. vaginal fingering

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“Did you know,” Martin says as he slides one gloved, lubed-up finger across your soaked slit. “The behind-the-scenes of the female orgasm is really quite fascinating.” He’s grinning that killer shark grin that you love oh so much. It’s not cute, that’s for sure, in fact, it’s terrifying. A true darkness lay beneath that grin, those eyes. And yet, despite this, that darkness turned you on like nothing else.

“I-is it?” You stutter, clit already pulsing despite the fact Martin hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Oh, yes,” he said, absent-mindedly fingering at your slit. His eyes didn’t leave yours for a moment. “See, right now? Your sweet little cunt is lengthening, the cells in your vaginal walls lubricating you. That’s called the ‘excitement’ stage. Not an overly scientific name, I know.”

You squirm in the stirrups of the patient's chair, cunt clenching on nothing. Martin laughs, and flicks at your clit teasingly.

“Even that pretty clitoris of yours is starting to swell, isn’t it? How sweet, I’ve barely touched you and you’re so needy for me.” Martin’s tongue flicks across his front teeth, his eyes finally splitting from yours down to look at your pussy. He spreads two fingers across your slit now, splitting your labia apart. Your cheeks flush at the vague humiliation of the act.

“Oh, but not just your clit, hmm? No, your nipples, too, they start to engorge. I’ll bet they’re starting to get perky, now, aren’t they?”

You whimper, chewing on your lip. You’re going to start grinding on his fingers soon if he doesn’t finger fuck you to within an inch of your life in the next two seconds. Martin seems to understand this and tuts mockingly before sinking those two fingers to the knuckle inside you. You groan with relief, that deep ache inside easing.

“Oh, there she is. Look at that. Looks like you’re entering the plateau stage, sweetness,” his fingers start to move, stroking your inner walls and stretching you out before beginning to thrust. You moan openly, to which Martin shushes you with a loving grin. “Now, during the plateau stage, all your other senses are washed away as your brain starts to focus on your orgasm.”

His fingers start thrusting harder, and you struggle to keep your knees from closing. Martin wouldn’t appreciate that, and he’d have to punish you. You weren’t in the mood for a punishment just now. He chuckles. From his angle, he can almost see your clit twitching and pulsing with pleasure.

“Oh I know, darling, you want Daddy to play with that pretty clit, don’t you? Can’t cum without it, I know. It’s very common, actually,” his fingers fuck into you harder as he continues. “I believe it’s something like eighty per cent of women can’t finish without clitoral stimulation.”

Your head drops back into the headrest. You’re panting, chest heaving and sweat beginning to bead along your skin. God, you want to cum. Martin knows exactly how to keep you from doing so, however. He’s got your insides mapped out like a surgical textbook. He knows exactly what spots to hit to make you keen, which spots to avoid that hurt, or which spots to ruthlessly slam into you to make you cum harder than a fountain hose.

Right now, though, he’s making you wait for it.

“Where was I?” His fingers slow, and he rubs his thumb over your clit in soft, thoughtful motions. “Oh, yes, the plateau stage. Do you notice how you’re breathing harder now? That’s part of the plateau stage, darling.”

His fingers start stretching you out again, thrusting back and forth, aiming directly for that spot that makes you see stars.

“Some of the outer parts of the vagina start to engorge with blood,” he continues, completely engrossed by the view of his fingers disappearing and reappearing from your sopping cunt. “Your heart rate, respiratory functions and blood pressure continue to increase as you get closer to that precious orgasm.”

You bite back the moans threatening to slip loose, and your thighs shake with the effort of staying open.

“And when you orgasm, and you will- fucking- orgasm for me, darling, that’ll be a whole bunch of vaginal and pelvic floor muscle contractions. Oh, look at that, so close for daddy, hmm? Such a good girl for me, come on.”

You’re getting so close now, muscles starting to tense, your mouth opening in a silent plea.

“That’s it, oh, look at you. Such a prime example of the female form, hmm? So exquisite. My darling, come for me.”

When you can’t even utter a word, and you seem to just be leaning against that precipice, Martin scowls, flashing a murderously determined look towards you.

“My dear,” he warns. “If you don’t cum for me, you’re going to regret it, I promise you.” He brings his other hand forward, slapping lightly at the inside of your thigh. Your whole body jumps, and Martin tuts. “Come on, little slut, cum for Daddy. Right. Now.”

His words push you over the edge, orgasm ripping through you. Martin laughs, fucking you through the waves of pleasure. Fucking you through those contractions. You moan wantonly, muscles finally giving in and starting to relax.

“There we go, right there, sweet thing,” Martin says, all smiles once again. “That’s the resolution stage. Post-orgasm the blood pumps back through your system and away from your pretty little cunt.”

His fingers had started to slow as your orgasm drained out of you, your clit pulsing pleasurably. It was almost too much.

“Another interesting fact for you, my dear. Males tend to need time to recuperate after orgasm,” he goes on. You whimper as his fingers start to speed back up again, abusing your, overstimulated G-spot. “But women? Oh, they can go over, and over, and over again. Essentially no recuperation time.”

He scrunches his cheeks up teasingly, standing up from his chair to lean over you, his arm pistons back and forth harder now and without mercy. He was going to make you cum whether you wanted to or not.

“Isn’t that just- fascinating? I think so. You’re going to cum for me. One more time. Or two, if I feel like it. Daddy wants to watch you come undone on his fingers. And if you’re a good little whore, daddy will fuck you good and proper later, honey, hmm?”

You nod, head dropping back onto the rest behind you. Your whole body is convulsing with the stimulation. It doesn’t take long at all before you’re reaching that peak again, much to Martin’s visible pleasure.

“Oh, that’s it. Cum all over daddy’s fingers, darling.”

You whine, legs twitching with the aftermath of your second orgasm. Martin pulls the glove from his fingers, tossing it into the bin in the corner of the room.

“See? Now, wait until I tell you all about the benefits of toys, my dear.”

Martin smirks deviously.

“That will certainly be a night to remember.”

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michaelsheenconfession · 2 years

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I'm ace but oh my god I just,,, I know many people view Mr. Boldwood as a sad simp but he just,, maybe it's the Michael Sheen effect but I'd marry him instantly 👉🏽👈🏽

It's probably the Sheen effect, but same! He deserves to be loved back... I think I've read a pretty brillant Fanfic out there, some time ago, with Reader Insert. It was sweet, and it felt good to see him having his happy ending.