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Kiwi: Part One

A little impromptu mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. xo



The music in the bar was pounding as the sounds of the Caribbean flowed through the humid air. It was a small establishment, one that could probably only accommodate for two hundred people at most. It definitely wasn’t a tourist place; most of those were on the other side of the island with the copious amounts of resorts and hotels that offered travellers sanctuary.

Harry wasn’t there to vacation, though. He was there to write and record his new album.

The bar, “Pipo’s Shack”, was about a ten minute walk from the recording studio that Harry had been working in for the past little bit. It had been a productive couple of days; he’d spent the first night there having a few beers and getting to know his team better. After all, they were going to be working together until this thing was done, so they might as well be comfortable with one another. They all got along splendidly, and the handful of songs they’d managed to bang out so far were promising, but not quite right yet. After a couple of days of straight work, Harry decided that he needed a night off to himself.

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Iron Crown (III)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: R

Warning: Domestic abuse

Word Count: 6,071

Summary: As the Crown Princess of Vitus, your land has always been peaceful. When your power-hungry Uncle decides to stop paying the tithe though, things take a turn for the worse. The vampires who reside in the mountains are not happy and in retaliation - they set their sights on you.

Originally posted by wangmins

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[Video credit: @idobelieveinshipping (x)]

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Here’s when you know you’ve been watching things too many times, you notice the little things.

FYI: @idobelieveinshipping was also the first one to notice/point out Oliver says specifically “I gotcha. I gotcha. I gotcha, Honey.”. 

It’s part of the reason there’s an awkward pause between Oliver and Felicity. Oliver made a lovely verbal slip because in that moment, from his perspective, they’re simply together again. It’s something he’s been so used to saying, and it falls away so naturally off his lips just as Felicity falls into his arms safely.

(GIF credit: @gothsmoak​)

The other reason, it becomes a little adorable awkward is proximity and feelings bubbling up to the surface.

A) They probably haven’t been this close in awhile, so it may feel sort of new and exciting again.

B) For a brief moment, they also lock eyes until their gazes flick down to each others’ lips. Inhibitions are lowered due in part to the wine, but something about this feels new and familiar all at the same time.

C) They want to kiss each other. They’re laughing and happy, but they know they can’t give into that urge. At least not yet.

(GIFset credit: @westallenolicitygifs)

The second thing is before they have sex again, something they haven’t done in at least for a few moments. Oliver pauses. A thrill is reignited in them. It’s excitement, passion, and lust. But for Oliver, it’s also love because this night is with the woman he loves more than anything. Well, besides Thea and William. But that’s an entirely different kind of love.

His hands are in her hair and on her neck. Oliver wants to take his time. He’s a gentleman, and he even gives Felicity their little signature “Hey.” Felicity also does the same in response, and they both have a smile that shown from their eyes, mouths, and hearts before they take the next time. From there’s, no hesitation can be found. They’ve made love probably way more times than we know. Again, it’s familiar, second nature, yet a sort of rekindling again. If only for this one night.

Australian Universities

There are a load of posts floating around about university/college life in the US but I wanted to talk about how my experience of university in Australia differs from that. I wanted to write this so that Australian studyblrs know what their study future may look like, so that anyone considering moving to Australia to pursue higher education can get a feel for what the differences are, and more generally so that people in the US in particular have a greater understanding of the way things work in Australia.

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What’s my name? || Daddy Thing with Klaus Mikaelson

Originally posted by sensuous

„It’s been so fucking hot all day. What’s the thing with people walking around in pants? Like in actual pants?“

He put a little smirk on his face and made me melt away into the wild and the wide of the night. You liked the imagine of a little smirk playing around his perfectly fed lips. He looked like art, laying on your bed, nothing more on his body than boxershorts and a freaking hot smile.

„What are people supposed to wear when they go out?“

You thought about it a moment. Then you shook your head. „Absolutely nothing. That’s the thing!“

You turned around infront of the mirror looking at your lacy underwear. It covered the heaviest parts of your body, but showed enough skin not to let him be able to take his eyes off you. Under the pressure of his view you felt warm and silky and so unbelievably powerful. Eventhough you knew…somehow you weren’t, he made you feel you were. And right after that he laughed again.

„That might cause a lot of car accidents, love.“

You turned around and took a long look at him. His chest war blank like the rest of his body and he looked sweaty through the summer days, but there still was no way you might fall asleep without him holding you tight in his arms.

„I can live with that“, you said, slowly climbing down on the mattress.

„Oh, maybe you can. But there are lots of people who can’t“, he muttered, losing his view down on your body somewhere.

His eyes starting on your neck, slowly taking off your black lace bra, all over your breasts, down to your belly… You took a deep breath.

„Hey, know what?“, you asked sorta shy.

He raised his view. „What?“

„I love you.“

You spoke slowly and so carefully while you placed your hand on his chest and harshly pushed him against the bad. You liked how he let it happen, happen and happen all over again. You liked how you liked…him.

„Say it again“, he said.

„I love you, Klaus.“

It took you some seconds to get in the right mood, but after some seconds you were the one with the diabolic smirk on your pretty lips. You felt how his skin burnt on the spots where you touched him. Trying to make him want you even more you lowered your face and buried it into his neck section, where you placed your lips slowly on his skin. First you only drove them around but then you started kissing him passionately, showing him how much you wanted him. The heat in your room grew heavily.

„Kiss me“, he urged and put his hand in your neck, so that he could lead your lips on his. When your lips touched you felt how his tongue thrusted its way slowly into your mouth and made you moan a little, when he grabbed you by your hips and pressed his body against yours.

Before you even understood what was happening, he was the one above you and pressed you aggressivly into the mattress.

„Don’t stop“, you begged, scraping his shoulders with your fingernails. You could feel you were hurting him and the way he growled in your mouth while kissing you, showed you that he liked it. You kept doing it and the more aggressive he became the more turned on you were. Before you had the chance to say anything against it, he grabbed your arms and pressed them against the mattress, so that you had no way to move or to flee. If you would have wanted to, you would have missed your chance.

„What’s my name?“, he grunted. You licked your lips and forced yourself to keep your eyes open. Because if you didn’t, you would miss a second of the light blue in his eyes, which was only waiting to start burning when he looked at you.

„Klaus“, you whispered breathless. It was the biggest turn-on. How helpless he left you there. How little you became. You bit your lower lip.

„Say it again.“

„Klaus“, you whimpered, trying to kiss him, but he pulled his face away too fast. You could feel his skin was burning hot and so must have yours been as well.

„What do you want me to do, baby?“ You closed your eyes. It was hard holding them open, while he was teasing you so bad. Pushing his lower body part against your as if it was no big deal, while you were dripping wet.

„I want you to fuck me“, you breathed heavily.

„Tell me properly.“ His strength around your arms tightened up. You could feel he was stone hard since at least five minutes, but there was no way he was going to do anything before you hadn’t said it.

„Fuck me, daddy“, you whispered with a trembling voice.

And there it was. The smirk around his lips, that reached his pretty eyes so fast and made them glow up like a fire stain.

„That’s my girl“, he added satisfied. Then you could feel the material of your pretty underwear cracking. He ripped it off as if it was nothing.

„Now be a good little girl, baby and get my pants off for me. The earlier you do it the faster we can start.“

His Claim

Natsu x Lucy: His Claim

Author: @trash4felixmcscouty

Warning: Basically a PWP drabble.

“Lucy,” Natsu whispered, his hot breath ghosting over the blonde’s ear and causing goose flesh to rise at the sensation. “Tell me what it is you want.”

Lucy tried to stifle her moans by biting her lip and stared into his deep onyx eyes. Her breath hitched at the fiery promise that awaited her there. It left her breathless and made her eyes flutter shut.

“I…”

The lack of a real response made Natsu’s face  to twist into a frown, his rough thumb pad circling harshly over her clit. “Wanna try that again, Luce? Tell me what you want, I wanna hear you say it.”

His fingers trailed over her swollen, sensitive flesh before he pulled his hand away completely, denying her further pleasure until he got what he wanted.

Lucy sucked in a deep breath; Natsu’s smoky scent was all around her and it was in one word maddening. The normally chatty blonde struggled with finding her words, her body aching too much for her dragon’s blazing touch. It sent her focus careening out the window.

Droopy coffee eyes opening and straying once more to those pools blacker than midnight, her lips moved now of their own accord.

“I want you inside me, as deep as you can possibly go.”

Natsu’s answering grin was positively feral, his sharp canines flashing.

“That’ll do,” The possessive growl that resonated from his chest rattled Lucy’s bones and sent white hot fire sweeping through her veins. “…for now.” His thin lips were twisted in a sly smirk now.

Before Lucy could ask what he meant she was distracted by the blunt head of Natsu’s hot, hard shaft sliding along the length of her slit, coating himself with her slick wetness.

“N- Nat–” She was cut off by his mouth swooping down to claim hers in a searing kiss. He swallowed the throaty cry she emitted when he buried himself to the hilt within her tight walls with one hard thrust.

Natsu then released Lucy’s mouth only to let out his own guttural groan at the feel of her. She was so silky and warm and surrounded him in a way that made the rose haired dragon slayer want to keep her just as she was for the rest of their natural lives; completely vulnerable and writhing under him in pleasure.

She was made even more enticing by the images of her that swirled in his head: her fertile womb filled to the brim with his seed, her begging for him to fill her over and over again, and her lithe body rounded magnificently with the heavy swell of his child.

These thoughts lit a fire like never before in Natsu’s belly, urging him to finally move. He started at a languid pace that had Lucy whining for him to go faster before he gradually picked up enough speed and depth so that he was rutting into her like an animal in heat, the swollen head of his shaft kissing her cervix with each hard thrust.

Now, Lucy could only throw her head back into her sheets with her eyes slammed shut and a silent scream of ecstasy coming from her parted lips.

Her once limp hands scrabbled for any sort of purchase for the sake of holding on, and found it in the form of Natsu’s powerful back, the muscles rippling under his scarred skin. Her fingernails left raised, angry red lines in their wake and made Natsu growl in painful pleasure, his thrusts momentarily rougher upon feeling the sensation.

“Fuck, Luce!” he grunted, “You’re gonna be the death of me, ya know that?”

“Natsu, I- I’m close.” At her words, Lucy’s walls started fluttering dangerously around his sensitive shaft and he knew her end was extremely close.

Dropping his mouth to her ear, Natsu licked the shell of it and whispered, “Cum for me, Lucy.”

Lucy immediately reacted to him, screaming out Natsu’s name on a hoarse cry before biting hard into the flesh where his left shoulder and neck connected.

Her walls closed around him tighter than a fist, leaving him no choice but to push deeper until he bottomed out, grinding their pubic bones against each other. He wedged a thumb between them to stimulate her pearl of nerves, prolonging the tidal wave of her orgasm and inciting his own. Natsu’s roar rivaled that of even the loudest dragon.

Rope after thick rope of his scorching hot seed shot straight into her womb, filling her to the point where Natsu felt it flooding back past his pulsing member and dribbling into the minuscule crevices between him and Lucy.

The intense swelter of it threw Lucy into a final blinding orgasm, her eyes rolling back in her head and her arms losing their hold of Natsu completely as she fell flat, catatonic.

Giving her a soft peck on the lips Natsu slowly pulled out, causing a wet slurping sound as more of his seed gushed out over Lucy’s sensitive flesh and pooled on the sheets. She was totally gonna kill him for that later, but he would just get her a new set.

Looking closer, the dragon slayer noticed she’d actually passed out from over stimulation. Allowing himself a quick satisfied smirk, Natsu took the liberty of cleaning both himself and his claimed mate up.

No doubt she’d be pregnant after this intense of a session. A deep, possessive growl stirred in Natsu’s chest at the thought, the dragon within him totally content.

After everything was taken care of, the pinkette hopped back into the bed and snuggled up to Lucy with a strong arm planted firmly over her lower abdomen, hoping proof of their bond had already taken root. Natsu closed his eyes, ready to get some shut eye… at least until round two.

A/N: So… the first thing I write in forever and it’s something that’s basically written porn. ;3; Oh well. Now I just need to get in gear and write a part two for Domesticity… Toodles.

P.S. this is more of a drabble/PWP so it just kinda starts in the middle of their sexy times. Also, I have this weird headcannon that Natsu finds pregnancy (of his mate) to be a turn on. It’s like a weird satisfaction to his baser instincts. He’s also super possessive and dominant.

Nouveau Départ  | 02

Originally posted by jjeonguk

humor | angst | smut | fluff | smartalec!jungkook | spoiled!reader

word count: 4.5k

Its January, the start of another shitty year at Mendia High and your vivacious parents are coming in 2 months for a report on how you’re doing in the aspects of grades, reputation and of course the long awaited–dating. This means 8.7 weeks to change your attitude–60 days to pull up your grades–1,440 hours to land a decent boyfriend. There is nobody decent enough to help you–therefore you have no choice but to turn to the schools’ derisive dweeb, Jeon Jungkook. Watch yourself struggle to cope with the smart-assed boy as he tries to transform you into a changed lady that everyone would look at differently.”      


“You look like shit.”

“I know.” Yoongi’s bluntness makes you smile a little—even through your sleepy state. You’ve stayed up for so many hours, doing research for the school’s dumb debate team. Now you were enervated and restless due to your now-disturbed slumber pattern.

“Alright, good you acknowledge it—but would you like to explain why?” the terrible audio of the facetime feature does his soothing voice no justice, but you can still make out what he’s trying to say.

“No,” you sigh and continue. “But I don’t want you to threaten to spank my ass even if you’re pretty fucking far away from me right now.”

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Deep in the Corner

Deep in the Corner

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, brief hints at self doubt, smut.

A/N: This is for @deanwinchester-smut’s Weird Kinks Challenge! My prompt was “Public Sex/Touching”.

Originally posted by hiddened

Cas was never a fan of the club scene. Actually, it made him as anxious as a cat trapped in a dog pound. But, he braved them when the occasion called for it. You know, like when the fate of the world depended on it.

And today, the world definitely depended on it.

There were at least five inhuman creatures in the joint, but only one of them mattered. It was a creature that you hadn’t seen before, and it left the Winchesters beyond stumped. It acted like a werewolf, but there was nothing wolfish about it. In fact, it almost acted like a cat, minus the adorable meows. People were being slaughtered after visiting Club Rogue in downtown Louisville for the last four days, and you were going to get to the bottom of it.

Castiel stood along the wall, barely hiding his absolute terror as he eyed various people in the crowd. His gaze flicked over to you every few minutes as you sat at the bar, nursing your fruity house cocktail. Of course, you were the bait for the night. Figures.

After almost thirty minutes of nothing, you turned yourself towards the dance floor. Tugging your short, dark purple dress down a bit, you stood from the chair. If no one was noticing you at the bar, then you’d try your luck on the dance floor.

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Shark Week

Originally posted by jimkirks-rippedshirts

Leonard McCoy x reader

(All credit to gif owners. Also, I do not own Star Trek or any of it’s characters, only this story.)

Words: 960-ish

Imagine having your period on the USS Enterprise

Authors Note: So, I thought I would write this today to make myself feel better and keep my mind off of the cramps. And why not do so with my new fandom? I’m sorry if it sucks, but i hope you all like it! Also, sorry about any spelling or grammatical errors, along with anything I got wrong in the fandom.


You woke up and groaned, rolling over in bed. A certain unwelcome surprise came last night and you were not looking forward to the following week. After a few minutes you get up and shower, getting ready for your long shift on the bridge.

You grab coffee from the replicator before walking to your command desk, grunting slightly in pain as you sit down. You would have to go to sickbay shortly to get something for the pain.

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anyone i know by the brobecks, released in 2012 on the ‘quiet title’ ep (along with cluster hug) is one of the single most cryptic songs i know. the lyrics, not so much. i don’t want to call them basic, but they’re not the deepest things dallon has written. BUT at the end of the song, there’s a very very odd part. it doesn’t sound too mysterious at first - just matt glass repeating a few lines of the chorus in a different format. but if you listen closely, between lines and after matt clears his throat, it says in a very robotic, two-pitched voice, “let’s go to the party!”. this doesn’t seem to fit ANY of their voices, because the original brobecks weren’t together in 2012. it wasn’t dallon, wasn’t matt, wasn’t ryan, wasn’t mike. i know, there is someone who said it, i want to know who. and i also want to know what the hell it means. the voice is terrifying, listen close. there’s two voices, in different tones, saying the same thing. which is just an editing trick, yes. but the lower pitch gives it the sinister feeling that the lyrics of some other brobecks songs convey. but WHY is it part of the song? it doesn’t fit the lyrics at all, it doesn’t fit any brobecks lyrics whatsoever. and i’ve listened to possibly every brobecks song at least once, i would’ve noticed the first time if there was some possible correlation between songs. but there isnt, absolutely none that i can find. i have been losing sleep over this. it seems only a few people have noticed it, as well. the only video on youtube of this song (uploaded by yt user ‘britney balderas’), i was expecting a flood of comments asking what the hell that voice was. only ONE, with only 3 replies aside from the commenters own, one being mine. ive checked with a few friends to see if they noticed it as well, most of them said yes. but why has no one noticed it? why does no one even talk about it? what does it mean, why is it in the song, and who’s the one saying it? in fact, it almost sounds like it was originally said by a more feminine voice, pitched to sound male. my first thought was a clip from an old obscure kids tv show, which is a very ‘dallon’ thing to do (just look at modern day cain!). but i dont know if that makes any more sense than it just being there for the sake of it being there.

Rock Your Body

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 1,993
Summary: Bucky has a tendency to take photos and forget about them until he’s drunk. (Idk I can’t think of a summary for this it kinda just happened and idk what it is.)
Warnings: alcohol, language (of course)
Author’s Note: I, full of caffeine and thirst for Sebastian Stan, texted Katie saying, “Okay but what if I write a Stucky fic based off of Seb’s photo.” This happened. 


Bucky started working out, really working out, about four months ago, and he’s finally starting to see results. His biceps are visible (and kind of obvious, if he does say so himself) when he isn’t flexing, and he’s had to buy bigger shirts to accommodate how broad his shoulders are. His forearms are a bit veiny, which he thought would freak him out, but he’s actually starting to like it. His chest isn’t that big, but he’s okay with that. He’s heard the nipple chafing gets to be something awful.

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some soc drinking headcanons:

  • wylan can’t hold his liquor at all. he drinks one champagne and is tipsy, he drinks one shot and is drunk. hammered. jesper finds this very amusing, especially since wylan tries to flirt with him whenever he is drunk and is just. so charmingly bad at it.
  • jesper on the other hand can drink. when he drinks, he gets calmer, his nervous energy slows down, but he also becomes a lot bolder. and has no regard for any kind of boundaries. at all. like, he’ll grab matthias ass and say “always wondered if it was as tight as it looked” without any warning or shame.
  • inej doesn’t really like to drink since it dulls her senses, but if she has to, she’s a master at pretending not to be drunk. at least until she stands, because even the slightest bit of alcohol makes her sway on her feet. she never falls though. the wraith never falls.
  • nina becomes loud and flirtatious, but only after a couple of drinks. she hits on inej one time and inej dies™
  • kaz doesn’t drink. he always manages to find an excuse, because part of him is scared shitless about lowering his defences.
  • matthias can out-drink almost all of them. except maybe kuwei, who can hold his liquor surprisingly well. when matthias drinks, he becomes more solem and silent, but his face gets red. you know matthias had enough when he starts smiling at the air. or when he starts loudly proclaiming how beautiful nina is. 

airyalmost  asked:

34, malec?

“It’s not like I missed you or anything.” (also requested by @anon ❤)

It’s more than an hour after Magnus first stepped out of the portal before Alec has the presence of mind to ask him about his trip. He’s a little embarrassed to be honest, how desperate he’d been as soon as he caught sight of his boyfriend walking into the command center of the institute. But Magnus had suddenly shown up a day early and Alec could swear he had somehow grown even more beautiful in the two weeks he’d been gone.

He couldn’t help himself.

“Well,” Magnus says in response to his question, stretching out languidly on Alec’s sheets like a satisfied cat. “If that’s the welcome home I get, I may need to take international jobs more often.”

Alec knows he’s teasing, but he still hears himself make an embarrassing sound of protest as he snuggles further into Magnus’s chest. It’s not quite as comfortable as it would be at the loft, but there’s something about having Magnus here at the institute that’s oddly gratifying even just from its inherent defiance.

“Do whatever you want,” he replies, aiming for a nonchalance that he knows he’s missing by a mile. He’s too distracted by the soothing thrum of Magnus’s heart beating underneath him. “It’s not like I missed you or anything.”

“Clearly,” Magnus agrees facetiously, running a gentle hand up Alec’s bicep, his smile easily evident in his voice. Alec huffs.

“Maybe I missed you a little,” he murmurs. Magnus tugs him up for another kiss and Alec goes easily. He hasn’t felt this relaxed in weeks. Not since the last time he was in Magnus’s arms.

“Okay,” Alec says when they part, “A lot. I missed you a lot.”

Magnus smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to Alec’s cheek that makes him lean into the touch even though there’s barely space between them.

“Well, I’m home now,” Magnus says.

“Not quite home yet,” Alec reminds him, voice tinged with a slight apology. “I definitely remember you telling me that these sheets are at least several hundred thread counts lower than the ones you have at home.”

Magnus’s smile goes soft. He reaches out and places his hand over Alec’s heart.

“This is my home,” he repeats, and Alec feels his heart beat quicken under Magnus’s palm.

“By the angel, I missed you,” Alec breathes out in a rush, pulling Magnus to him and stealing another kiss, the languid movement of their bodies offset by the still pounding beat of his heart.

Alec doesn’t make it to his patrol shift that evening, but he doesn’t spare it more than a passing thought. He’ll take whatever punishment is coming to him gladly if it means even a few more moments with Magnus, tucked away from the rest of the world, finally together again.

Finally home.

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Karl Denke was a serial killer who is thought to have targeted specifically beggars, tramps and transient men, and who kept a detailed ledger about the dates, names, and weight of his victims - who went on to pickle and cannibalise. When the police searched Denke’s rooming house for evidence, they discovered a massive amount of human remains, which they thought could have added up to at least 30 separate victims. The report given by the head of the Institute of Legal Medicine at the time listed the discovery of the following bones:

  • sixteen femurs of which one pair of remarkably strong ones, two pairs of very thin ones, six pairs and two left femurs
  • fifteen medium-sized pieces of long bones
  • four pairs of elbow bones
  • seven heads of radii
  • nine lower parts of radii
  • eight lower parts of the elbow
  • a pair of upper shinbone
  • a pair of lower elbows and radii, of which extremities still remain well connected
  • a pair of upper arms and a pair of upper arm heads
  • a pair of collar bones
  • two shoulder blades
  • eight heels and ankle bones
  • one hundred and twenty toes and phalanx
  • sixty-five feet and metacarpal bones
  • five first ribs and one hundred-fifty pieces of ribs.
[1] checkmate | kang daniel

member; kang daniel (mmo, wanna one) x fem!reader
genre; alternate universe (gang, superpower), action
word count; 3.5k+
premise; the first part of the first installment in “whiskey oscar (team alpha)”
 
— read the introduction here!

Originally posted by peachyniel


In a world where only a small handful of people are touched by God, leaving others powerless and destined to remain in the lower end of society, you were, well, blessed.

That’s what you have always been told, at least. 

In your eyes, you were simply brushed by the back of whatever celestial being’s hand that granted such extraordinary, inhumane powers by accident; you did not slip through the finely shaped pores of the filter the government had placed between the normal population and the anomalies, and were thus overlooked due to the simple and, truthfully, useless gift you were given. 

You saw things, strange things. You saw powers in different hues and shades and manifestations, the intensity of the color and the size of the aura giving you a sense of whether someone had an ability or not, and the general control or capacity they held over it.

The only effect it appeared to have on you was the increased amount of whispers and dirty looks shot your way, asking why you weren’t working for the government already, treating you as if you were some spy hired to analyze their every move and report them as soon as something was out of place.

It didn’t help that you couldn’t stop yourself from developing your abilities - no, in order to do that, you would probably have to go blind - and as much as you wished that you weren’t born with such a dead weight of a supernatural power, you valued your sight very much. In this part of town, where crime rates skyrocketed and were, coincidentally, directly proportional to the mortality rate, being deprived of one of your most vital senses was a death wish.

You repeat this thought to yourself in your head as you stand in front of the dingy booth, holding a notepad and wearing a strained smile upon your face, attempting to mask the shaking of your hands with a trembling voice.

“May I take your order?”

You’ve never heard your voice falter so conspicuously, such was the fear that currently pervaded your senses; the tendrils of bright, burning orange that surround the brown-haired male sitting on the right side of the table surround the entire area around him, and you can almost feel the searing heat lick at your face. The intensity and prowess of the atmosphere that surrounded him was unnatural, as if he was an explosive capable of decimating everything within a mile’s radius, and you felt the inexplicable urge to flee and take cover before everything was consumed in flames.

You vaguely feel yourself writing down the response given by the deep, slightly raspy voice that spills out of the beautiful man’s lips, growing lightheaded at the strength that emitted off of his entire being, unable to avert your eyes.

What the hell is he?

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devilangel657  asked:

Obi wan goes undercover wearing mando armor. He comes back to his lovers who think it is hot. Obi wan/Cody/rex or just codywan. Especially as he speaks mando too.

Mando-speaking Obi has always been a guilty pleasure of mine so, though the drives to write died because of asshole bosses, this one still managed to be finished :)


Cody was doing his best not to stare at Rex as they ordered a drink. It was weird, looking at his brother, and not see the exact same face as he’s used too. One that is like his own, but for the minutes twitches and signs that are Rex’s.
But they are in Mandalorian space, right now, and Jango Fett’s face is far too recognizable. So small skin prosthetics and makeup it is, for both of them, until they don’t look like clones or the dead bounty hunter if anyone looks too closely.

It would probably have been easier to send someone else, but the only language spoken around them is Mando’a, and Cody gets the feeling that normal sentients speaking Basic would attract far more attention that somewhat familiar persons speaking Mando’a.
Besides, they are here to meet the envoy from Obi-Wan and both of them are dying for news of their lover.

Obi-Wan has been undercover on the planet for close to a month, now, without any kind of contact beside the small message telling them to meet him here for a report and they both are worried for and missing him.

When the Mando in full armor enters the bar, they only spare him a glance -he’s not the first and won’t be the last, though the full armor is not common- and only pay attention when the man sits in front of them.
They have but a second to recognize that paldron, who used to sit on Rex’s shoulder, that vambrace painted with 212th gold, before the Mando removes his helmet and they are faced with Obi-Wan Kenobi in full mando’ade gear.

It’s… seeing their lover with parts of their armor on him was already the most massive turn on ever, but full Mandalorian gear ?
It’s ridiculously hot and they are only aware that they’ve been staring once Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow at them.

Then he speaks, in Mando’a, his voice somehow lower and deeper with the language than in Basic with the Coruscanti accent they’re used to, and their control snaps.

*

Curled up between Cody and Rex, the three of them spent and sated, Obi-Wan chuckles.

“Well, at least you’re holding up the very Mando’ade tradition of almost ravishing someone in public once they’ve caught your eye.” he smirks, and he’s still speaking in Mando’a.

Both his lovers are doomed, they know he will use this newfound advantage to torture them once they are back in Republic Space.

title Raise a glass
summary When we can’t take back what’s been done.
pairing itasaku, tobisaku, hot messes

Part i | Part ii | Part iii | Part iv | Part v | Part vi | Part vii | Part viii | Part ix | Part x(here)

“I need 50,000,” Sakura declared. 

Tobirama paused, cigarette almost in his mouth. He lifted one foot onto the chair, the other resting flat on the concrete. And then he kissed the cigarette. Inhaling deeply, eyes locking with hers. Exhaling.

“You don’t have $50,000?” he asked. His eyes roved over her. Bare body tangled in the white sheets. She rested her chin in her hand. The phoenix on her arm flexing and rippling with the muscles underneath. The red garish against her skin.

“I didn’t say that,” she replied. Tobirama took another drag. His tongue circling the end of the cigarette. He exhaled to the side- watched the wind whisk his breath away. And then he faced forward again. Watched her through the open balcony door. 

“Then what for?” he challenged. Something lurked in that expression. That smile, eyes gentle and mouth soft. 

“Consider it an investment. You’ll be happy that you did,” insisted Sakura, rolling onto her back and stretching her arms over her head. His eyes narrowed.

“I give you 50,000 and you’ll make it multiply? Just like that?” he probed. He flicked the cigarette over the edge of the balcony. With a sigh, he got to his feet. Stepped back into the apartment. The door slid shut behind him. His shadow fell across her legs as he stood next to the bed. She stared up at him, her head tilting back, neck stretching.

“Tobirama,” she said, sounding hurt, “It’s like you don’t know me. I’m good at a lot of things. But there are exactly two things that I’m very good at…and one of those things is making money.” 

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anonymous asked:

Akashi is jealous so he "punishes" Furi?

Akashi would never! But, since the “punishes” is in quotes, I can think of something he might do…

Furihata knew something was bothering his husband. He’d known the other man long enough to pick up on certain things: the slight clench of his jaw between words, the way his left eyebrow twitched just a little bit, and how he was very much doing everything in his power to avoid eye contact.

“Sei-”

“Did you have a good time tonight, Kouki?” he interrupted, removing his coat and handing it to a member of their staff.

They’d just gotten home after a rather exuberant party thrown by Akashi’s father. It was a usual occurrence, but there was something different about tonight. Typically, Akashi was the one surrounded by fans and admirers, hangers on and socialites hoping for a bit of his wealth and good fortune to rub off on them.

But tonight there was another man drawing attention. And Furihata couldn’t blame the others for gathering around him. He was the son of one of the Akashi Corporation’s business partners. He was tall, kind, witty, tall. Like, really tall.

And that was saying something, considering the people with whom Furihata normally associated.

Alright, so maybe he wasn’t Murasakibara tall, but he was definitely up there. And it turned out, as Furihata found out later, that he and Akashi had attended primary school together.

He was nice and friendly. And very handsome. And Akashi was busy speaking with some of his employees, so Furihata didn’t see the harm in chatting with the man.

Of course, it turned out he was funny, too. And Furihata found himself laughing at the other’s jokes. So hard, in fact, that he didn’t notice Akashi trying to catch his eye. Or walking over toward them. Or calling his name.

“Oh, give him some space, Seijuurou,” the man had said, playfully nudging Akashi’s shoulder. “You’re smothering the poor guy.”

Furihata watched as several emotions washed over his husband’s face. First shock, then anger, then hurt, before they were all covered up behind a cold mask of indifference.

And that was the last Akashi had spoken to him until they arrived home. He’d even gone as far as to excuse himself and mingle with other guests at the party after the man mentioned how he was, “as stuffy as ever.”

But now they were home. Furihata struggled to get his jacket off before following Akashi up the stairs. His husband didn’t seem keen on waiting for him.

“Sei!” he called, nearly tripping when he missed a step. “Sei, wait.”

“Forgive me, Kouki,” he said, still facing away at the top of the stairs. “Socializing was particularly taxing this evening and I’d like to retire now.”

“Sei…”

“If you don’t mind, I believe I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom tonight.” And with a curt nod, he turned left and made his way down the hallway.

Now, the old Furihata would have let him go and spent the rest of the night wondering what he could do to fix this. The old Furihata would have doubted himself. He would have crawled into their bed and cried himself to sleep.

But they’d been married almost three years now and he wasn’t the old Furihata anymore.

“Sei, stop!” he commanded, climbing the remaining stairs and clenching his fists at his sides. He strode over to Akashi, reaching him just as his husband faced his direction.

“Kouki-”

“No,” he said, drawing his brows down. “Don’t hide from me, Sei.”

Crimson eyes widened before softening. “Kouki…”

“Come to bed,” he ordered, turning on his heel and marching toward their bedroom. “Um…please,” he added and then opened the door.

Akashi obeyed, following him inside and clicking the door shut behind him. “Kouki-”

“Kiss me,” Furihata said, voice shaking a bit as he stepped further out of his comfort zone. Akashi wasn’t the type to be commanded. He was to be obeyed. He was absolute. 

A tingle of excitement made its way up Furihata’s spine as Akashi closed the distance between them and cupped his cheeks, leaning just close enough that their noses brushed.

Furihata closed his eyes and braced himself, but he melted at the warmth of his husband’s lips against his. But the kiss was short and his lids fluttered open when Akashi pulled away.

“Now,” he began, voice still a little shaky. “What’s wrong?”

Akashi sighed, a gentle smile curving his lips. “You know me too well, Kouki.”

“Sei, please.” Furihata ducked his head. “Anyone would have picked up on it.”

“Perhaps stating that I was going to sleep in the guest bedroom was a bit melodramatic and obvious on my part.” Akashi leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Furihata’s. “Kouki,” he began. “Am I stuffy?”

Furihata chuckled and shook his head, Akashi’s bangs tickling the bridge of his nose. “Not at all,” he promised. “You’re the least stuffy CEO in all of Japan.”

“You think so?” he breathed, one hand caressing Furihata’s jaw and the other moving lower to rest on his hip.

“I know so,” he swore.

“And I’m not…smothering you?” he asked and Furihata grinned, reaching down to place his hand over Akashi’s. Slyly, he moved it so his husband’s palm was flat against his backside.

“Not in a way I don’t like,” he teased, tilting his head to steal another quick kiss.

“Kouki…” Akashi’s voice was low, the tone sending a delicious shiver up Furihata’s spine. 

“Your friend was interesting,” he mused, feeling as though he could push just a little bit further. “I think he was flirting with me.”

“Kouki…” This time it was a warning.

“Oh, don’t worry, Sei.” He pressed forward, enjoying the way his husband gave his behind a little squeeze. “I only have eyes for you.”

And before Furihata realized what was happening, he was thrown over Akashi’s shoulder, carried across the room, and then flung onto the bed.

“Sei…!” he gasped between giggles. “What are you doing?”

Akashi climbed onto the bed, slinking like a predator stalking its prey. He caged Furihata with his arms and then smirked, his crimson eyes flashing. “Making sure those eyes of yours keep looking only at me.”

Dun dun dun~ TBC? Maybe? Does anyone want to read more?

Thanks for the ask, Anon! It’s been a while since I’ve written AkaFuri~♥

Companions AU Chapter 3

Lance woke up feeling much better than before, and stretched out in his bed with a yawn. He slid out of the sheets and padded over the the closet, checking his phone along the way.

Hunkulicious:
4:27pm: Hey Lance, the surgery went great! Stop by the hospital when you can! :D

Prince Lancelot:
5:13pm: hey, just woke up, how’s he doing? I need to go buy some stuff before I drop by to bring him home :3

Hunkulicious:
5:16pm: he’s still asleep, I have him on tranquilizers until you get here so he doesn’t freak when he wakes up in an unfamiliar place with weird people. And what do you mean, bring him home?? You adopting him or smth?

Prince Lancelot:
5:17pm: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hunkulicious:
5:18pm: LANCE

Prince Lancelot:
5:18pm: ;)

Hunkulicious:
5:19pm: you’ve been hanging around Pidge too much =_=;;

Prince Lancelot:
5:20pm: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Laughing, Lance put his phone down and went back to pulling on a fresh change of clothes. He had some shopping to do, after all.

First stop was the clothing store. He sorted through the Hybrid section first, looking for Maine Coon clothing. He selected a few soft long sleeve shirts and hoodies, as well as sweatpants and boxers specifically tailored to a Cat Hybrid like Shiro. He figured the Cat would appreciate softer clothing than the weird purple shirt and black boxers he’d been found in.

After that he picked out some clothes for himself and paid before lugging it all to his car.

His next stop was the grocery store. If he was going to let Shiro live with him, he’d best stock up so that the starving kitty could eat as he pleased.

Once he’d gotten everything done, he hurriedly put everything away inside his house, food in the fridge and Hybrid clothes in the guest room drawers.

He texted Hunk to let him know he was on his way and stepped on the gas. His phone chimed with two new messages, one an acknowledgement from the Vet and another from Pidge saying she had something to show him at her place.

He pulled up to the hospital and jogged inside, Coran already waiting for him by the reception desk. “Room 524, Hunk’s weaning him off the tranquilizers now.” The mustached man directed, Lance nodding his gratitude and hurrying inside the elevators.

He stepped into the room, fingers crossed. Hunk was examining a chart, face pulled into a slight frown. Shiro was asleep on the bed, bandaged up and peaceful.

“Hey, Hunk. How’s he doing?” Lance asked, sliding the door shut behind him. Hunk looked up and smiled slightly.

“You look better.” The Vet commented, lowering the chart to eye his friend approvingly.

Lance chuckled. “Thanks, but I’m more interested in how Shiro’s doing.” He asked, noticing the flicker of unease in Hunk’s eyes. “Hunk? Is something wrong?” The smile dropped from Lance’s face, and blue eyes scanned worriedly over the Cat Hybrid.

“Well… Shiro was definitely abused. Badly. In fact, I think he was part of one of those underground fighting rings, Lance. He’s at least twenty seven, and he’s an Omega. But there’s no sign of any sexual abuse, so my guess is he got away before they tried anything. If he’s lived this long, he was probably one of their top fighters.” Hunk listed off grimly.

Lance frowned. “That’s… not good. Do you think they’ll come for him? His old owners?” He asked, concerned for the Cat Hybrid he’d gotten attached to in such a short time.

Hunk shook his head. “I doubt it. In fighting rings, the prime fighting age is between the years of thirteen and twenty-five. If he hadn’t escaped he’d either have been put in a Hybrid mill or killed. Poor guy… he’s been through a lot, if all the scars I saw were any indication.”

Lance moved over to brush his fingers against Shiro’s forelock. “Well, I’m definitely keeping him now. He deserves better. When I gave him a bath and some food it was like I’d hung the moon for him, Hunk. Nobody, not even a Hybrid, should go through something as terrible as a fighting ring for the amusement of others.” He growled, free hand clenching into a fist.

His fingers brushed against Shiro’s cheek, and the Cat Hybrid’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Lance quickly changed his facial expression to a kinder one, not wanting to scare the injured Cat.

“Hey kitty, feeling better?” Lance prodded carefully, relief at the soft smile and nod he got in return flooding his chest.

Checking his chart, Hunk hummed idly and scribbled something down. “I’d like him to stay one more night here to make sure he doesn’t get a fever and that his arm heals properly. Sickness caused by infection often shows up when the body relaxes and lets its guard down. It’s just a precaution.”

Lance nodded. “Hear that buddy? You need to stay here and rest for a little while, okay? I’m gonna go and run a few more errands but I will be right back. I promise.” He soothed, ruffling Shiro’s forelock affectionately, eliciting a happy purr from the Hybrid.

He pulled away and began to leave. “Hunk will take good care of you and make you feel better, okay? I’ll be back.”

As he headed to his car, he wondered what Pidge wanted to show him.

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From under a pile of rubble called writer’s block, a dusty chalk covered hand barely manages to push this chapter towards you. The writer isn’t entirely happy with it, but it’s all she’s got for now. She apologizes and hopes you enjoyed the short chapter.

anonymous asked:

I got just got my wisdom teeth removed and I'm in some pain... Could I get Kurro, Wakatoshi, Bokuto, and Oikawa taking cause of their female s/o after their surgery. Headcannons or scenarios are fine. Whichever you feel like. Thank you so much and love your blog <3

Aw, sweetie, I hope that you’re feeling much better! I remember getting my wisdom teeth out, it’s not fun and I looked like I was beat up or something. Lol, but I hope everything turned out well!

Enjoy!

P.s. I’m settled on the couch with a glass of wine and Moana on TV and I’m gonna crank out as many requests as possible!


“Come on, babe,” there was a chuckle the accompanied the words that came daringly from his lips, “one foot after the other into the car.” Kuroo held her about the waist, only holding her up when he thought she was leaning too far in one direction or the other. The smile plastered on his face only grew wider as she attempted to crawl into the front seat, leaving her feet flat on the pavement. “Feet,” he encouraged, tapping at her ankle with his own foot.

“I know what I’m doing,” she answered instantly, not paying any mind to his nudging - perhaps she hadn’t even felt it - her words slightly muffled by that the gauze that was shoved into the back of her mouth. “Hey, did the car get smaller? I can’t fit.”

The laugh that came next was deep from inside his chest, his eyes sparkling with amusement and he now wished he had taken Bokuto’s advice in filming her for the first hour that she was free of the anesthesia. “It might’ve,” he smiled, listening to her coo in amazement, “but I need your feet in and your butt in the seat. Then we’ll get a milkshake, yeah?”

He heard her give an attempt at a ‘tsk’ before finally plopping down into the chair of the car and pulling her feet inside. “You’re so bossy,” she muttered as she fumbled with the seatbelt.

Kuroo took over gently and leaned to press a kiss to her forehead, his lips tugged up in adoration. “I know, babe, I know,” he confirmed as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “let’s get you home.”


As Ushijima piled more pillows behind her on their shared bed, he helped her carefully lean back against the soft support, his strong hands gentle. He listened to her hum in comfort before his gaze drifted down to her hands that were grasping for his. “Come cuddle with me,” she mumbled as the pain killers that were given to her upon returning home began to kick in.

Taking her hand in his, he gave a small squeeze as he kneeled at the side of the bed. “I don’t want to hurt you,” it was a simple comment, but it held so much meaning to him in that moment. Surgery was always a scary thing, even with something that was so widely practice as the removal of wisdom teeth. There were always factors that couldn’t always be anticipated. So while she had done perfectly through the procedure, all he wanted was for her to have a perfect healing process.

“Pfft,” the sound didn’t have as much force as she probably meant to put into it, “just don’t hit my jaw. Hell, I can’t feel anything or…” The words drifted away from her as her eyes grew heavier. There was no stopping the affectionate smile that pulled at his lips then.

He supposed she was right. There was no reason that he couldn’t lay next to her if he didn’t hit any spot that was tender. Carefully, he worked his way around her still form to place himself next to her, his fingers intertwining with hers as he leaned to press a small kiss to her temple.

He hoped that when the pain killers wore off, she would be just as fine as she seemed to be right then. Well, he supposed he would just have to wait until she woke up. And when she did, he’d do anything she needed him to do.


“Okay,” Bokuto called from his place in the kitchen to her out in the living room, “smoothie or soup, take your pick.” And really, he supposed her choices were even more limited than that. For she couldn’t have any soup that had any kind of chunks. With the surgery still being fresh, there was no way she could chew anything without getting something stuck in the stitches at the back of he mouth. But that was what she would have to deal with for the new couple days.

“Neither,” she answered almost immediately, bringing a snort from the male who was rummaging through the refrigerator, “I want a grilled cheese. Or something like a pork sandwich smothered with barbecue sauce. Oh, better yet, I want tons of mac and cheese with bacon and mushrooms in it.”

Laughter rolled from him as he turned to make his way into the adjacent room, his arms crossed over his large chest as he leaned against the doorframe of the door. “Well, you can’t have any of that,” he answered simply, “you get the choice of a smoothie or soup - specifically tomato, because that’s all we have.” When she pouted and sunk lower into the cushions of the couch, he smiled before moving across the room to seat himself next to her.

“A cold smoothie might help ease the pain,” he suggested, eyes lingering on the swelling that had started up along one side of her jaw. The poor thing looked like she was almost part hamster, at least she would if there wasn’t the bruising that seemed to turn darker with each hour that passed. 

She signed heavily as she sunk into his side, her head falling to rest against his shoulder. “Fine, I’ll take the smoothie,” he smiled at the answer, kissed the top of her head and popped himself up to make her the best smoothie of her life.


“No, I am not giving you are more of these,” Oikawa stated, shaking the bottle of pain killers as he stalked away from her moaning on the couch, “you got sick the last time you took them. There are other ways of stopping it from hurting.” It had scared him when he was woken in the middle of the night to her throwing up into the toilet. There was so much blood and he was sure it was in no way good for the wounds at the back of her mouth to come in contact with the bile that was coming up.

She groaned loudly, throwing her head back against the back of the couch, her hands delicately cupping over the swollen skin of her cheeks. “Tooru, please,” she begged. Her gaze turned to him and another moan of distress came from her when she saw the unsympathetic expression that covered his face. “You’re evil.”

He shrugged then. “It’s for your own good,” he answered, moving to start packing chunks of ice into a ziplock bag. It was cold against his fingers and he knew that the cold contact helped his knee when it was bothering him, so it would surely help her out - at the very least it would help with the swelling.

Moving back into the living room, he smiled at the look of slight resentment they were giving him. He knew what pain could do to a person and in no way held the way she was behaving against her, she had every right to complain - her mouth hurt and she could barely eat anything. It would definitely suck. “Here,” he spoke gently as he carefully pressed the ice filled bag against her jaw.

She flinched, which was to be expected, but after another moment she found herself leaning into the cold, a feeling of relief taking over her features. “Better, huh?” Oikawa teased lightly, chuckling when she rolled her eyes at him. He stood, fingers lifting her hand to place a single kiss to her fingers which then replaced his own on the bag. “I’ll get dinner started,” he spoke softly, grateful that he could do something to ease her pain.