.his curls are so fluffy * *

anonymous asked:

Can you beliave that this mornig Draco got up quite early, made morning coffee, went back to the bedroom, laid down, put his glasses on and started reading a book when a strong hand pushed him deeper in the bed and warm body curled around him with a heavy huff and that the dark haired boy started kissing every inch of him he reached. His neck, jaw, behing his ear and Draco said: Harry, what r u doin? Stop it." with a chuckle and Harry answered "Stop bein so cute then I might stop"Theygot outat12

Dhjdjd DONT END IT THERE CONTINUE PLS GIMME MORE IT’S GLORIOUSLY FLUFFY (Also yes can’t believe it too but that’s life for ya

Day 10. cuddling on a cold day

Alrighty but Kirie’s such a huge cuddly cat even when it’s not cold, can you imagine how she gets when it IS?
She just loves to curl around people for warmth (or to get them warm tbh, she’s really fluffy like a huge birb/furry kitty) and Bucky’s the closest target, he doesn’t complain about it though, his doppelganger girlfriend IS comfortable to lay on when it’s freezing outside

elennare  asked:

First, I wanted to say that I love love love your Harry Potter fics and what-ifs! thank you so much for writing them :) And I also wondered if you ever written what if the Dursleys had refused to take Harry in?

When Petunia Dursley refused to take Harry in she forfeited his birthright protection, so Dumbledore took the baby to the safest place he knew: Hogwarts.

The applicable staff (mostly just… not Snape) took Harry in on a rotating schedule as he grew from baby to toddler to child. They traded extra credit for babysitting among the older students, and Harry grew up knowing a few dozen different laps that were safe and warm to nap in.

This was a Harry who grew up among books, among old transient walls and learned professors. They gave Binns night duty sometimes, and let him talk young Harry to sleep. This was a Harry whose world changed, on principle, daily. The stairs moved. The walls became doors. You had to keep your eyes open–you had to pay attention. So he did.

He grew up in a school. Knowledge was power, but knowledge was also joy. This was his sanctuary. There was magic in his world from birth.

“The castle will keep him safe,” said Dumbledore, when McGonagall came into his office to complain for the eighth time about Albus’s rather cavalier take on child-rearing. “That’s what it does.”

Then why do we bother with chaperones ever,” McGonagall said, tempted to shriek it. “Should we let all the children run about willy-nilly at all hours, or just the orphan waifs?!

“He’s not a student. He’s a ward of Hogwarts. It will take care of him, Minerva.”

McGonagall walked off fuming. A cat with spectacle markings followed Harry almost constantly from ages three through four. At some point McGonagall was far enough behind on her paperwork, and had seen enough suits of armor carry the kid back to his room, enough draperies lift off the wall and tug Harry away from edges, and enough stairs creakingly shift their slope for his tiny toddler legs. She gave a grumpy sigh, stole some of Albus’s lemon drops, and resigned herself to a magical world.

The Grey Lady, the ghost of Ravenclaw Tower, didn’t really like boys but she liked children. She especially liked patience, and politeness, and Harry had been raised by McGonagall’s stern table manners, by Victorian portraiture and quite a few House Elves. He said please, thank you, and ma'am, and as a child he was very cunning in how he got bedtime stories and bedtime snacks out of most every adult he met.

The Grey Lady told the best stories, you see, the ones with riddles in them. You had to think and ask questions to get all the way through them. So he hunted her down with big patient eyes and plates of very smelly cheese, and she told him stories that made him think.

When Harry was stable enough on his feet to walk, and then to run, Sir Cadogan would race him through the castle, the knight scattering banquet tables and galloping across landscapes, twisting through the abstract gallery up on the seventh and a half floor. Harry stumbled and sprinted up stairways and didn’t notice for years the way Cadogan waited at the end of corridors for him to catch up.

Harry was a chubby-legged toddler, in this world–cute cheeks and stubby limbs. It’s a cute image, yes– but this is important. He was a chubby kid. He ate in a high chair on the teacher’s dais, getting peas and mashed potatoes on the adults beside him– Sprout laughed. Snape didn’t.

But this is important–Harry filled his plate. He wobbled up on little legs and grabbed biscuits from the table, slurped his soup, got marinara sauce on his chin and forehead and somehow behind his ear. When he was hungry, he ate. If he snuck down to the kitchens at night, it was for the adventure of it and nothing else. When he was hungry, he ate.

When he was four, they started letting him go sit down with the students. Bill Weasley, on route to be a prefect next year, took him under his wing and scrubbed his face down after meals. Harry was passed around the Hufflepuff table; theirs was the House Common Room he most liked sneaking into, with its barrels and cozy warmth. Nymphadora Tonks turned her nose a dozen different shapes to make Harry laugh, gurgling, as a toddler (and then a child) (and then for the rest of her life, honestly–it never stopped being funny).

The whole Ravenclaw table got distracted from meals, trying to solve riddles from a book one of their Muggleborns had smuggled in.Harry pushed his fork through his gravy, trying to draw out his thoughts but only making squiggles.

It was years before Harry sat at the Slytherin table for the first time–no one had ever set him down there, like they had with the others. But he liked green–it was the color of Professor Sprout’s greenhouses, where he went and napped sometimes in winter. It was the color of his mother’s eyes, from the little book of moving pictures Hagrid had given him when he was three.

All the Slytherin kids seemed big, but everyone Harry ever met seemed big–except for Flitwick, who was seeming smaller with every growth spurt. He leaned forward, teetering on the bench, and grabbed a chicken drumstick. “Hi,” he said, because he’d had a childhood full of tea parties with high portrait society– the French nobility and the tired housewife from the third floor and an old witch with her sleeve on fire but very particular table manners. “I’m Harry. What’s your name?”

By the end of the meal, they were flicking peas across the table with their spoons, like catapult projectiles. Harry had been unwelcome in so few places in his life, after he’d left 4 Privet Drive, that he simply didn’t expect it. He asked Warrington, a Slytherin with shoulders like a bulldog’s, to help him with the juice, which was too unwieldy for his kid-sized wrists. Harry sat there blinking, smiling, until Warrington took the jug and poured him a brimming glass.

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Bucket List#1-Victoria’s Secret Dressing Room

Summary: Bucky and you have been dating for a while now and one day he comes across a notebook of yours with locations you’d like to have sex at. You both decide to fulfill this bucket list with over 100 places. 

Oh, and also, everyone who has a metal arm kink for Bucky should totally watch this video. I found it on tumblr a while ago but I don’t remember the user who posted it. Credits to her/him/them!!!!!!!!! 

Warnings: public ish place sex (it’s in a dressing room)

Originally posted by fandomnationwhore


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anonymous asked:

I love your writing omg it's so good!! How would hanzo, mccree, genji, and pharah react to seeing their s/o curled up on their bed almost in tears and when asked if they are okay they just kinda break down? I just had a really awful week and I would love some really fluffy shit. Thanks so much!!!

A/N: Hope you’re feeling better Anon, sending some good vibes your way! 

Hanzo:

  • Hanzo’s rather quiet, so he’d notice you before you noticed him. He’s not the warmest person, though he tries to open up more around you, to varying degrees of success. His heart breaks when you break down in front of him, though he puts on a strong face for your sake. He’d pull you out of the bed into a tight hug, his embrace saying more than his words ever could. He’d simply say “I love you.” while holding you close, running one hand through your hair while he lets you use his shoulder to cry into. Once you’ve calmed down a bit, he’d let you slide back into bed while he goes to make tea. A warm beverage filled with love helps him cheer up, and he knows it’ll do the same for you. The rest of the night is just the two of you together in bed, with Hanzo refusing to leave your side until he’s certain that you feel better, and even then he’d still stay.

McCree:

  • McCree finds you curled up on the bed and is immediately by your side, making sure that you’re alright. He’ll hop in beside you, wrapping you up in a big hug, his weathered poncho engulfing the two of you. McCree is very emotional, and is very much a hands-on sort of person, so you’re not getting out of that hug anytime soon. He’ll whisper how much he loves you while rubbing your back, trying to gently console you, pulling your bodies as close as he possibly can. “I love you.” “You mean everything to me.” “You’re perfect.” Except innumerable amounts of praise, each one heartfelt and meaningful. Don’t be surprised if McCree starts crying too, your pain is his pain, the two of you are a team. He won’t let you out of the hug, and the two of you will drift off to sleep in each other’s arms, his poncho still wrapped around you.

Genji:

  • Genji’s extremely quiet, even more so than Hanzo, but unlike his older brother, he can properly show emotions. He’s in bed with you before you realize he was ever there, and his mask is off almost immediately. Genji’s quite in touch with your emotions, he was always good at reading people, and the years with Zenyatta only heightened those skills. He’ll be more affectionate than Hanzo, pressing a long kiss to your lips as soon as you look up at him, his embrace gentle yet strangely protective. To Genji, struggles in the past are something to come to peace with, they’re experiences that you’ll learn from, but they’re not what defines you. He knows better than anyone how tumultuous emotions can get when you’ve had such a rough time, and he’s there for you. Whether it’s meditation tips to help you calm down, or just a shoulder to cry on, he’s yours forever.

Pharah:

  • Pharah’s all business in public, but once she gets home she lets the walls come down. She’s concerned the instant she sees that you’re curled up, sitting on the side of the bed to make sure you’re alright. She’ll pull you up into a hug, holding onto tight as sobs escape your lips, looking as stoic as ever. She’ll whisper into your ear how strong you are, how proud of you she is, how perfect you are, anything that will let you know how much she loves you. Pharah will try and get you to smile again, though if that doesn’t work she’ll default to her usual state, being a rock for you to support yourself on. She hates to see you like this, and that hug won’t be released until you’re ready, she wants to protect you from everything, including a break down. The Amari’s have always been protective, and Pharah is no different, she promises that you’ll always be safe with her, nothing will ever hurt you on her watch.

Parse curls up on Bitty like a cat. He plops his head down on Bitty’s lap and curls up so that he’s taking up as little room on the couch as possible and as much room on Bitty as possible. His hair falls in a fluffy halo and Bitty smooths it out and scratches him while Parse pushes his face into Bitty’s hand.

Parse doesn’t say “I love you” a lot, even though Bitty hands out his overflowing love like candy. What he does is pick up Bitty’s favorite brand of butter right before it runs out, or wait two hours online to purchase the Beyoncé products in an auction. He tells Bitty that he misses him and sends him pictures of Kit mewling at the screen because Kit misses Bitty, too. Bitty returns the the favor on long roadies, often accompanied by a “love you, honey.”

Parse can’t make the endearments come out of his mouth easily. He wishes that he can call Bitty sweetpea, darling, dearest, all those names that Bitty showers upon him. Bitty can’t keep from telling Parse that he loves him, his sweet peachpie of a handsome, rugged, darling of a man.

“I love you,” Parse says sometimes, when the phrase doesn’t threaten to choke him up. When he’s sure that Bitty won’t run away. He tries his best to match Bitty endearment for endearment. The happier Bitty makes him, the harder he tries to do something special for him.

It’s so easy, because when Bitty is happy Kent becomes happier, and it’s like a vicious cycle of happiness that Kent gets caught up in until he’s pillowing his head on Bitty’s lap and he never wants to let Bitty go and he remembers how easy it would be for Bitty to leave him. Then Bitty would start caressing his face and Kent lets himself relax against him.

“And I said, why are you telling me you don’t like hockey, that’s what the dang blog is about!” Wine sloshes around in the glass Bitty holds in one hand as the other continues to play with Kent’s face and hair.

“Mmm,” Kent says. “Keep that up.”

Bitty looks down at him fondly and puts away his wine glass to bury both hands in Kent’s hair.

“Sometimes I feel like I have two cats instead of one,” he smiles.

“You do only have one cat, Kit isn’t owned by anyone.” Kent tries to purr, but it comes out to sound like he’s clearing his throat.

“Are you sayin’ I own you?” Bitty says teasingly, pulling Kent’s hair lightly.

You know that you own me heart and soul, Kent tries to say, but fail.

“I’m saying you better keep up with that petting game,” he says instead.

“Okay, okay,” Bitty bends down to give him a quick peck before resuming his massage. “Oh and let me tell you about Aunt Connie’s nephew’s -the nephew on her husband’s side of the family-”

Kent smiles contently, and falls asleep to the gentle lull of Bitty’s voice.

cozy

A/N: Just something I had stuck in my head, so here you go. It’s basically just a drabble, it’s not even at 500 words lol…

genre: fluff

member: jimin


You could feel his steady heartbeat under your ear and it helped lull you to sleep, as it did almost every night.


Originally posted by booptae


You jumped onto the fluffy blankets on the bed, landing on top of a lump curled up peacefully. It let out a muffled groan and you laughed lightly, yanking the blanket down off of the man curled up underneath, though he looked more like a boy with his messy bedhead and closed eyes.

“No,” he whined, fighting to keep the blanket over his shoulder. “Leave me alone, it’s my day off.”

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anonymous asked:

overstimulation with coups? but after it all, him being a cutie and asking if you are ok and stuff and then cuddling to sleep.

this took me SO long oh my god and while I’m still not sure how I feel about this, I hope you like it! ♥

happy Valentine’s day! 😘


Seungcheol had come home earlier than usual that night, and after a whole lot of suggestive messages from both of you, it wasn’t all that surprising that while you had welcomed him home warmly, his first words had been “You, me, bedroom - now.”

You had had no objections.

His lips had been hot and needy against yours from the very first kiss he gave you, and they had you excited in an instant. Not that his messages of how he’d definitely make you feel good that night hadn’t already, of course; spending most of the day thinking about his body pressed hard against yours, his hips pushing into yours and his tongue gliding on your body had had you burning.

Seungcheol was half on top of you as you made out, his right knee between your legs and his right hand, having sneaked under your shirt and into your bra with ease a few moments earlier, was cupping your breast. His fingers were playing with your pert nipple in a way that had you breathing shallowly, and he grinned against your lips when he noticed that.

“What would you think about us having a long night, baby?” Seungcheol asked huskily, nibbling gently on your ear. You gasped, both at his breath hitting your ear and the suggestive words, and your hips bucked slightly against his leg as your fingers threaded into his hair. He pulled back, and you looked straight into his eyes while playing with his hair.

“Oh, I’m all up for that.”

With a cocky smirk spreading to his lips, Seungcheol leaned down for another heated kiss, his fingers sliding out of your bra to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, which came off you rather soon, as well as your jeans and bra, which only left you in your panties. You continued kissing, and Seungcheol took some of his clothes off in the process as well, roaming his hands on your body whenever he wasn’t tugging at his clothes in a desperate attempt to get them off as soon as he could, just so that he’d be able to return to exploring your skin.

His fingers danced over your chest and on your sides, and eventually found their way to your legs and ass, which he squeezed while muffling your gasps with a deep kiss, his breathing getting heavier. He slid his hand to your front slowly and rubbed you through your panties with his fingers flat against your pussy, which only turned you on further, your fingers curling in his already messy hair.

Some ten minutes later, you were a panting, wet mess as you looked at your boyfriend. Seungcheol took your favorite pair of fluffy handcuffs from your bedside table and swung them in the air for a while, biting his lip sexily while you ogled at the object. “How’d this be?”

“Really damn good,” you said in excitement and licked your lips, already instinctively getting your arms up and your hands so that they were close to the headboard. Seungcheol hummed to himself while attaching your wrists to the headboard with the handcuffs, and then proceeded to look at you approvingly.

Sitting on his knees next to you, he grinned and brought his middle finger between your breasts. Your breath hitched at that alone, and Seungcheol chuckled smugly.

“I can do anything, and you can’t touch me,” he muttered with a low voice while dragging his fingertip down your body, all the way to the waistband of your panties, knowing full well how much you loved touching him during sex - but that was a lot of the fun of what was to come.

He moved lower on the bed and took your panties off painstakingly slowly, kissing his way down while removing the piece of clothing. If you were wet already, you only got more so with how his lips felt against your skin and how excited you were for what what would happen soon - when Seungcheol promised you a long night, he meant a long night.

With your panties now fully off, you licked your lips when Seungcheol parted your legs, and you placed your feet on the mattress. He inhaled your scent and let out an appreciative sigh before grabbing your left leg and pressing his lips to your inner thigh, which elicited a surprised gasp from you.

“Any idea how good you smell?” he asked huskily and looked at you from the corner of his eye, his lips dragging up your inner thigh. Trying not to shake too much, you let out a quiet giggle.

“Apparently pretty good,” you said playfully, and got a chuckle from Seungcheol.

“Try absolutely fantastic,” he muttered, then continued kissing his way up your leg, until his lips met the sensitive skin near your heat. You could already feel yourself clenching with anticipation and your legs starting to quiver a little as you waited for Seungcheol to give you what you wanted.

Without another word, Seungcheol brought his tongue out of his mouth and gave your pussy a long lick with a flattened tongue, which made you sigh contently, your hips desperately trying to follow his mouth when he pulled away. He smirked to himself, and with one hand on your hip and one holding your leg, he began lapping at you. The first few licks were slow and teasing, and he stopped right before reaching your clit, but gradually he built up the speed. When his wet tongue finally met your clit, your breath hitched and you tried to buck up with your hips, but it was in vain with how he was pinning you down.

“Stay still, baby,” Seungcheol rasped, running his tongue over your clit again and again, circling the very tip of it around your sensitive bundle of nerves, kissing it sloppily - doing everything he knew drove you absolutely crazy. You whimpered, your hands clasped together tightly and your chest heaving at an increasing speed while the knot in your stomach tightened second after second and lick after lick. Noticing that, Seungcheol chuckled. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

“But,” you whined, looking down at Seungcheol, who was staring right back at you. His eyes were dark and hooded, his lips glistening with your anticipation and his tongue moving lewdly between them as it moved up and down on your soaked pussy. You were ruined.

“You can do it,” he breathed before closing his eyes, his long lashes beautiful against his skin, and all you could do was moan when he pressed his tongue to your clit and shook his head a little, only to go back to licking you fast. The long licks from your entrance to your clit were driving you crazy, but you knew the worst was only coming.

“Oh my God,” you whimpered when you felt Seungcheol wrap his soft, plump lips around your clit and suck on it lightly with his tongue gliding over it. Your legs were tight by his head, but Seungcheol didn’t mind - he never did - and just went back to giving you fast flicks of his tongue, both of his hands now holding your hips down while also pulling you closer to his mouth. Quivering, you felt your orgasm approaching, fast. “Fuck, can I–”

“Come for me,” Seungcheol mumbled against you, his tongue not once stopping as you released to his mouth with satisfied moans slipping through your lips one after another. Slowly, he began pulling back and propped himself up on his left elbow, looking at you with a lopsided grin. “You good?”

“Sure,” you said, feeling a bit lightheaded in your sated daze, and smiled at Seungcheol. He began kissing your inner thighs again, both making you relaxed and turned on all over again.

Little by little, he moved up on the bed, caressing your breasts and left side while his lips found yours in a sweet yet passionate kiss. You could taste a bit of yourself on him, but didn’t mind and just focused on how soft his lips were against yours and how good his tongue felt as it rubbed into yours while his hand cupped your breast.

“Are you ready for another one?” Seungcheol asked with a low voice as he pulled away from the kiss and looked into your eyes, as though making sure you were. Biting your lower lip a little, you nodded, already feeling the anticipation grow within you again.

Painstakingly slowly, Seungcheol dragged his fingers over your breasts, rubbing your erect nipples, before sliding them just as slowly down your stomach and to your wet, swollen heat. His lips caught your moan when he massaged your clit lightly, and they caught the whine you let out when he slid two fingers into you with ease just as well.

He remained by your side as he fingered you, his eyes occasionally moving from his fingers disappearing into you to your face, your features contorted in pleasure and your cheeks considerably more flushed than usually. He was hard in his boxers, which he had yet to take off, and his desire to be inside of you was only growing with each noise you let out and each wet sound of his fingers pushing into your wet pussy.

With your hips bucking against his fingers desperately, Seungcheol moved to hover slightly above you, peppering your chest with kisses and his hips grinding a little against your bent leg. “You’re so beautiful like this, baby.”

Right then, he brought his thumb to your clit and rubbed it as well as he could from that angle, with his fingers thrusting in and out of you at a speed that only seemed to get faster.

“I’m so sensitive,” you whimpered, unsure of what you were trying to convey with your words, and got a chuckle from Seungcheol, who gave your breasts a few more sloppy kisses before bringing his lips to yours.

“I know,” he said huskily, nibbling on your lower lip while curling his fingers inside of you in a way that had you moaning. Seungcheol massaged your sensitive spot shamelessly while grinning against your lips while his muffled your moans. “Just wait until I’m fucking you into the mattress, princess, because that’s when the fun starts.”

The mere thought of him pushing into you in all his thick gorgeousness made you nod enthusiastically - you couldn’t wait, no matter how sensitive you were.

With his lips leaving yours to travel back down to your chest, Seungcheol gradually brought you closer to your second orgasm, all the while kissing your sensitive skin and sucking lightly on your nipples and telling you the lewdest things he could in that moment. About how ravishing you looked, how damn hard he was and how wet you were, and how he’d wreck you in the best way possible in just a moment.

“Can’t wait to have your pussy around me,” Seungcheol grunted by your ear, and latching his lips back onto yours to give you some sense of support, he began pistoning his fingers into you even faster, his thumb rubbing your clit erratically albeit messily.

Your hips rose off the bed with the force at which your orgasm hit you, and Seungcheol’s lips only caught some of the loud cry that you let out as your back arched. You were more sensitive than you could recall being in a long time, yet Seungcheol didn’t stop his fingers until your hips fell back to the bed and your legs fell down as well, and you weakly tried to pull away.

“Good girl,” he whispered and kissed your ear, from where he moved to kiss your cheek and then your lips, while you panted, sweat collecting at your hairline. Seungcheol cupped your cheek when he kissed you, and you leaned into his touch. He smiled. “You did so well.”

“Thank you,” you managed to say, and whimpered when Seungcheol pulled his fingers out of you, glistening with your release. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at his fingers, as sticky as they always were after fingering you. You could only watch in awe as Seungcheol brought his fingers to his mouth and took them in, sucking them clean with his tongue sliding between his thick digits.

Had you said you didn’t have a thing for Seungcheol sucking on his fingers when they were coated with your juices, you would’ve been lying.

When his fingers were clean, Seungcheol finally took off his boxers, revealing his cock in its hard state and dripping pre-cum, and opened your handcuffs to let your hands free. He spent another moment giving you gentle, long kisses while caressing you with one hand and stroking himself slowly with the other, and you got your hands in his hair while kissing him back. Knowing you were in for another round of intense chasing of your orgasm, you greedily took in all the affection and gentleness he was giving you.

A good while later, Seungcheol got between your legs and caressed your thighs, grinning at the way you were shivering.

“Ready for one more?” he asked, slowly grinding into you with the shaft of his cock, hard and proud, as it rubbed raw against your pussy, swollen and sensitive almost to the point of it being painful. You grabbed at the plush pillow underneath your head and nodded weakly.

“Bring it on,” you managed to say, voice slightly strained with the two orgasms already behind you, and whimpered when Seungcheol aligned himself with your entrance, still dripping with your cum, and began pushing in.

“God, you feel good like this,” he grunted and bent down, kissing your collarbones and chest while continuing pushing into you slowly. Your legs wrapped weakly around his waist, and after a while, your arms found their way around his neck, too. Seungcheol didn’t budge for a while, and just took in the way you were clamping down around him and how your nails were digging into his skin.

“Move,” you whimpered when Seungcheol rolled his hips a little, stretching you out and rubbing against your inner walls. Bringing his lips to your neck, he complied, and soon you had him thrusting into you with the vigor of a man who had just brought his girlfriend to two orgasms and was only chasing his first one - not that he’d had any regrets, naturally, because if there was something he loved, it was knowing that he had made you feel good.

You were whining and moaning and nearly crying, all at once, as Seungcheol’s hips met yours thrust after thrust, his pelvis meeting your sensitive clit with each one.

About to reach his peak faster than he wanted to, Seungcheol pulled out and merely ground into you again, his cock rubbing against your bundle of nerves. You whined as you hid your face in his shoulder and held him even tighter.

“Stop,” you said weakly, although your hips were bucking against Seungcheol’s. You were so sensitive and it was almost painful on your end, yet it felt so sinfully good.

Seungcheol chuckled and kissed you by your ear, since he couldn’t reach your lips. “Do you really want that, though?”

Tugging at his hair, you whined and brought your head back to the pillow, looking at Seungcheol’s dark, lustful expression with only desperation visible in yours. You swallowed, shivering when his cock rubbed into your clit again, and shook your head in a small motion. “No.”

His lips stretched into a smirk, and he gave you a long, sweet kiss during which his hips were completely still, before guiding himself back to your entrance and pushing back in and starting a relentless speed right at the beginning.

Moans slipped through your lips almost as often as quiet profanities did, with Seungcheol’s name coming out every now and then as well, as he fucked you to your third and quite likely the most intense orgasm of the night, if not your life. You held onto him tightly when your high began washing over you, your lips parted in a silent scream and your fingers digging into his broad shoulders while a few tears escaped your eyes.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl, come for me,” Seungcheol groaned when he felt you clenching around him, and moved his hands so that he was holding onto your shoulders from underneath while moving his hips against yours in small, sensual and slow thrusts. You whined with oversensitivity, still holding onto him, and some thrusts later you could feel yourself fill up with his hot release.

Seungcheol grunted when his orgasm hit him, after so much waiting, and kissed your neck sloppily as his hips stuttered to a stop. You were both breathing heavily, and slowly Seungcheol let go of you and caressed your sides instead, and moved his lips from your neck to your lips to give you a gentle kiss.

“You did really well, baby,” he whispered to you, one of his hands caressing your cheek and the other stroking your side soothingly. You nodded with a small smile and unwrapped your legs from around him, and after giving you a few more sweet kisses that you gladly replied to, Seungcheol pulled out.

He lied down next to you and took you into his arms, looking at your slightly tear-stained cheeks that he wiped with his thumb and leaning down to peck your lips. “Are you okay?”

You gave him a small nod and cuddled up to him, drawing circles into his bare chest. He chuckled.

“We should probably clean ourselves up a little,” he said quietly and kissed you on your forehead. You giggled with a nod, and not much later Seungcheol was standing up and scooping you up from the bed, from where he carried you to the bathroom.

“You could’ve given me a warning,” you laughed when he let you down, and he gave you a sheepish smile while making sure that the water coming from the shower head was lukewarm.

“I thought you saw it coming,” he defended himself with a playful pout and gave you a soft kiss on your cheek while turning the shower off. “The water’s good now.”

You thanked him and got into the bathtub first, and were joined by Seungcheol after a while. He kissed your shoulders gently while helping you clean yourself, and by the time you were both clean and fresh again, having used some soap after the cum and sweat were mostly gone from your bodies, you were exchanging long, sweet kisses while embracing each other under the warm water.

“I think we should get back to bed,” you giggled and hugged Seungcheol, pressing your body against his as you hid your face in his shoulder for a moment, wanting nothing more than to remain close to him. He hummed and stroked your back.

“I think we should.”

Some time later, you were cuddled up to each other under your blanket and Seungcheol was stroking your hair.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been quiet after we stopped,” he said in a quiet mumble, and you nodded, lifting your face a little so that you could look at him with a small smile.

“I’d tell you if I wasn’t. I’m just tired,” you said and yawned, snuggling closer to him. Seungcheol chuckled and leaned down to kiss you, holding you close to himself.

“Good night, honey.”


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anonymous asked:

8, 17 and 22 for the Tree Bros please! ;) your writing is literally the most adorable omg I love it

Tree bros for the win!! Thank you for the lovely compliment, I hope you enjoy this. It is super cute and fluffy so yay!! i am so bad at writing angst for these boys, they deserve so much more.

#8 “Can I touch you?”, #17:“Because I love you!”, #22: “You make me so happy.”

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Connor’s breathing was quite loud when Evan walked into the room. His quick, short uneven breaths alerted Evan almost instantly- something was wrong. As he walked further into Connor’s room, he spotted the boy on the bed.

Something was definitely wrong. Connor was laying on his side, his knees curled up against his chest. Connor’s back was towards Evan, so he couldn’t see his face.

“Connor?” He didn’t respond. Evan walked until he was standing at the edge of the bed. He hesitantly climbed onto the bed, but didn’t touch Connor yet. “Connor, are you okay?” Still no response. He inched closer. “Con? Can I touch you?”

That got a response. A little one, but Evan took it. Connor nodded his head ever so slightly, but his face was still shielded by his hair. Evan gently climbed over Connor and laid down so they were facing each other. Now that Evan could see his face, he took survey.

Connor’s eyes were red, but not from pot. He had been crying. There was no sight of tears now, but there clearly had been at some point. Connor’s hair was also a mess. Usually, he made some type of effort to keep it back, or at least brushed, but not today.

“Hey,” Evan whispered. He gently rubbed Connor’s arm, trying to bring the obviously spaced out boy back down to earth. Connor blinked, and his eyes seemed to focus on Evan. “What is up?”

Connor closed his eyes and moved closer to Evan. Even though he was trying to get as close as possible to Evan, his next words were, “Why are you here?” Connor’s voice was weak, like this is the first time he has spoken all day. 

Evan smiled. “Because I love you, Connor. I got worried when you weren’t responding to me, and Zoe said you had been in your room all day, so I had to come and check on you.” 

“Why?” Evan’s heart cracked a little at the sound of Connor’s feeble voice. At times like this, when Connor’s depression got bad, he seemed to just shrink up. Everything about him was smaller, weaker. It hurt Evan to see his boyfriend like this, but none of it deterred Evan from staying right by Connor’s side and supporting him. 

“Why do I love you?” Evan repeated. “Well, I guess I will start with why I first fell in love.” Connor’s legs weaved between Evan’s and soon they were all tangled up. “You were one of the only people at school to talk to me, and you were nice to me. I knew that I was beginning to really like you the first time I made you laugh, because when you laughed, it felt like my heart was expanding, like it was going to burst out of my chest, you know?” Evan chuckled as he tried to explain it. “Like, you made me that happy. I remember one day, after we had hung out, I went home and laid in my bed. I thought to myself, ‘Evan, you have to keep this boy for as long as possible because no one else will make you this happy.’ That was the moment that I knew that I was falling in love with you- and you hadn’t even asked me out yet!” Connor moved so he wasn’t as curled up, and looked at Evan. His eyes shone with unshed tears, but he was smiling a little. Evan reached up and kissed him gently, once on the lips, then on the nose. “Connor Murphy, I love you because you make me happy.” 

Connor let out a watery laugh, and kissed Evan fully. Evan smiled into the kiss, and wrapped his arms around Connor, the best he could in his position. 

“Want me to keep going?” Evan asked once they pulled apart from the kiss. Connor nodded, burying his head in Evan’s chest. Evan laughed and rubbed his back. “Okay.” 

Hidden Feelings

Park Jimin smut

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Jimin and you had been best of friends for the longest time, but he still hadn’t gotten accustomed to the butterflies you caused every time you were near him. He couldn’t get over the fluttering of his heart every time you took the time out of your day to send him a simple message, even if you were just saying hello. Jimin sighed to himself as he quietly pondered about you, shamelessly imagining what it would be like to be your boyfriend while roaming around on the internet.

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Random Fic Rec ★~(◡‿◕✿)  

I’m really salty about seeing the same writers on almost every rec list in our fandom, so here are some fresh fics that’ve been posted within the last month that you may have missed!

–> Under Starlight by @fluffybunnyremi
♡  After a stressful week studying for finals, Ben decides to take his very stressed-out boyfriend’s fate into his own hands. Despite his studious efforts, Hux refuses to believe him, and so Ben brings out the big guns: stargazing and fluffy nests. (modern au, benarmie, adorable fluff)

–> Regretful Message by @rannystuffandthings (WIP)
Hiding from the Resistance should be easy when they already believe they’ve killed you. But when you’re General Armitage Hux and you can’t seem to recall becoming Emperor to the entire Galaxy, it becomes a little more difficult. (emperor hux, hux’s brother techie, lots of action & twists, generally brilliant!)

–> Splutter by @evermoringlyfine
Hux pulls on the cigarette with relish, the smoke curling over his own face in the still air as he looks at Kylo. (dominant hux, blood, lots of excellent smutty description)

–> the entire Evil Space Dads series by @oblioknowlton
stories where the evil space husbands are evil space dads (if you like mpreg then you have to read these fics, they’re all so in-character and features lots of protective hux & protective kylo!)

–> Accidental Kidnapping by @asphodel-storm
Realizing that his jedi training is making the dark voice in his head stronger, not weaker, young Ben Solo sets out alone to live a life of adventure as an outlaw. He didn’t mean to force the cute ginger boy to come with him, he was just sort of on the ship. (puppy love, benarmie, very cute!)

–> Of Pots and Vials by twitch
♡ Kylo receives a message that Hux should’ve received. Two of them. So he might’ve gone behind Hux’s back to take him on a date to a space-station. A meeting. But Kylo is the one caught off guard by the three men. Well, two men and one man of his own species. And a Head Bartender. Really. (drug use, heavy petting & rutting, overconfident hux, super good fill for a kinkmeme prompt)

–> all about that napping life by @irisparry
Hux thinks he understands what Kylo Ren wants from him. So does Kylo Ren. (elements of dubcon, inappropriate use of the force)

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Lead Role (Phan Smut)

Summary: Pastel!Dan get’s the role in the school’s production of Alice in Wonderland and Punk!Phil shows him just how proud he is.

Warnings: Smut, Daddy!Kink, no specified ages but Dan is younger and they’re in HS. 

A/N - Send in prompts guys! i enjoy smut on occasion but i definitely prefer to write fluff, idk why<3

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Picturesque

Hey guys! I went to the museum and had a buncha cute thoughts about Tom there, so I thought I’d do my best to eloquently sum them up for you guys! I hope y’all like the imagine, and feel free to message me if you ever want me to write anything specific!

Picturesque
She was drenched within the white walls of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. Different colors seemed to drip from the ceiling and she eagerly soaked them up, ambling through the varying exhibits.
Biting down on her lip, she pulled the map out of her bag and tried to pinpoint her exact location. The whole reason she came today was to see the German expressionism art exhibit. From the articles she read, she learned that the LACMA had secured assorted paintings from the 1920s, and she was desperate to see them.
Nobody had wanted to come with her, so she decided to go alone. Thinking back to her decision, she realized that it probably wasn’t the best, seeing as she was as directionally challenged as the fates from Greek mythology, who only had one eye to share between the three of them. Glancing up at the sculptures, she wished that they’d come to life and help her with directions like the characters from Night at the Museum would. Alas, she thought, and stuffed the map back into her purse and carried on walking.
Tom wasn’t too jazzed to be spending his Sunday afternoon at a museum. Him, Harrison, and Harry had only come because Harry wanted to take photos outside. Harry then decided that they should all explore the museum because they happened to be there, and some of the exhibits sounded neat.
It wasn’t that Tom disliked art, because he didn’t, he liked art just as much as the next guy, but he had too much energy to be quiet while they walked through the massive museum. All the walls were clean and white, bare except for paintings, and it reminded him of being locked away in an insane asylum. He wanted out, but decided to wait it out for Harry’s sake.
“Hmmm,” Harry muttered, leafing through the museum’s vast map, “we should try to find the German art, it says here that they’re being moved around in a few days.”
Tom groaned into his hands, “Why? You don’t even like history, let’s go outside! It’s 85 degrees, we could be at the beach.”
Elbowing him, Harrison said, “We’ve gone to the beach everyday this week, you can handle some,” he glanced at the page to confirm the exhibit’s title, “German expressionism.”
Tom pouted as he followed Harrison and Harry up the stairs to the German exhibit.
She smiled victoriously. She’d made it to her exhibit, all without asking for help. She had traipsed around long enough, wandering up the stairs, down the stairs, through long hallways, all while taking in all the art the museum had to offer it’s visitors.
Softly, under her breath, she muttered, “Finally,” and walked into 1920s Germany.
When the boys had gotten to their destination, the room where all the art was hung-up was essentially empty, except for the small frame of a girl loitering around the pictures.
The first photo Tom stopped in front of was horrendous. The colors were all dark, and cool-toned and seemed to blend together in a very unfavorable fashion. The people depicted looked afraid, dazed, and as if they were being chased down some great monster. It was also a somewhat abstract painting, and Tom couldn’t really tell what anything in the painting really was. Shaking his head and crossing his arms, Tom moved onto the next painting while Harry and Harrison discussed the information on the plaque beneath the artwork.
She came to a stop in front of a vivid, richly red painting. The woman portrayed was naked, lying on her back, looking as if she was floating above the earth. Her eyes were startled and her mouth curled back, as if she had a scream caught in her throat, and her hands grasped at something invisible and unattainable.
Her eyes drifted from the plaque and back up to the painting again as she attempted to decipher and put back together the conceptual work of art. She heard the shuffling of a body behind her, but didn’t turn her head.
Tom reached the painting the girl stood in front of. Focusing more on the back of her head than the disturbing painting, his gaze trailed down the length of her spine, covered in the soft blanket of her black sweater, and then back up to the halo of light emitted from her shiny hair. He wanted her to turn around so he could see if her face was as pretty as her hair, but he couldn’t think of anything to say.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to spend anytime thinking of something to say. Harrison backed into Harry, and Harry let out a shout of surprise, and she whirled around and collided with his chest, clearly surprised by the sudden breach of silence.
She made a move to side-step around Tom, so she wouldn’t fall into him, but her ankle slipped up and she let out a shriek of shock and began to fall backwards. Quickly regaining his bearings, Tom slipped a soft hand around her waist to pull her back up, but tripped over someone’s feet, at this point, he couldn’t tell who’s, and ended up tangled around her as they fell to the ground.
Thankfully, due to his Spider-man training, he knew how to fall with someone in his arms without either of them getting bruised up too badly. Tom shifted, pulling her to his chest and placed a hand behind her cranium, and fell with his back onto the wood floors, cradling the girl to his chest.
When they finally settled onto the ground and he opened his mouth to ask if she was alright, he was stricken by her eyes. Her eyes were like flower petals, Tom thought, as they glassily peered up at him. They unfurled like fresh, spring florets and her eyelashes curled the same way leaves did. Soft roses smeared across her cheeks as she began to utter apologies a mile a minute at him.
Removing herself from his grip, she sat back on her knees and pressed her hands to her lips. Tom could hear hysterical laughter and Harrison shouted, “Smooth mate, smooth!” In his general direction. Leaning up onto his elbows, he tried to think of something smooth to say.
“Shit, fuck, fuck, I’m really sorry! Are you okay? Should I get someone? Oh geez, don’t move, I can try to find you an ice pack. Oh my gosh, I’ve literally killed Spider-man before his film is even out to the cinemas. I’m really so sorry, like, anything you’re thinking, double it, triple it, shit, sorry, sorry, sorry!” At this point, she sounded like she was becoming frantic.
Swiftly, Tom was sitting up and trying to comfort her. “No, no, don’t worry! It’s fine, I’m fine! Are you fine?”
“I cannot believe, of all things, I bump into you! I literally crushed you and you’re asking if I’m alright?” Her hands flitted around rapidly, not sure where they should settle down.
Tom sat up straighter, she seemed to know who he was. “Are you, uh, do you like Spider-man?”
“Youre-fuck- he’s my favorite. I’m really sorry, I just can’t believe-.” Tom noticed that her hands were shaking.
“Darling, it’s fine! Don’t worry about the fall, I’m just glad that I was there to catch you! Made me feel like I’m actually your friendly, neighborhood Spider-man.” He moved to help her up off the floor as he stood up.
A giggle left her lips as she accepted his hand. “I’m sorry for being a creep and for almost mangling you to death.”
“Don’t be silly,” Tom tilted his body closer to hers, “Wouldn’t be doing Peter justice if I just let you fall.”
She smiled up at him shyly. She could barely believe that this was happening to her. She knew Tom, she loved Tom, she even had an embarrassing blog dedicated to Tom, and now, here Tom was. He was even cuter, more polite and charming than his interviews did him justice, and she had almost flattened him against the hardwood floor of the museum.
“Are you here with anyone, because if you’re not,” Tom’s arm curled up behind his head, “we could look at all this disturbing artwork together? And, maybe I could buy you a coffee afterword?”
Her entire face lit up, and she felt so giddy that she had to physically stop herself from jumping up and down. She automatically launched into a nervous chatter about the artwork surrounding them. “The artwork is historical! All these were right before Hitler came into power, so Germany was struggling economically after the war and was looked down upon by basically everyone, so that’s the only reason they’re not light and fluffy, if that’s the disturbing aspect you’re speaking of.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Tom smiled at her, “is that a yes? Or-?”
Her eyes widened and she impulsively grasped his hand, and upon realizing what she’d done, she recoiled, blushing furiously. “Yes, I’d love that.”
Taking her hand within his own, and making a blatant point of flipping off Harrison and Harry as they hooted in the background, “Now, tell me more about,” He turned around to examine the time period stamped onto the painting, “1920s Germany.”
Leading him to the next painting, she did just that.

Anyway let us imagine that Tony actually wears glasses. Always has. Well- he usually wears contacts in public; a habit drilled into him by Howard a long time ago- but on his days off, when he’s not working or needing to impress anyone, he can pull out his Actual Real Comfy Glasses out of his desk and just wear them. In peace. With fluffy baggy sweaters and hot coffee. Maybe in winter.

And when Steve sees him wear them for the first time he pretty much spontaneously combusts right there. On the spot.
And then immediately proceeds to scoop his bundle of Cute Boyfriend up in his arms and snuggle because they’re cute and in love and happy.

Tony loves his Tall Steve,, obv,, and tucks his hands into Steve’s chest and curls his legs up and leans back into Steve, his glasses going a lil skewy on his nose as he does so but it’s fine. He’s happy. It’s peaceful. Maybe also some snow. To add to the vibe.

Valentine’s Day

Originally posted by sensualkisses


A/N- So I thought I’d make a little preference type thing to to celebrate this holiday of capitalist love. Happy Valentine’s Day guys. I hope it’s filled with lots of love, but if not, I will totally be your valentine.

Scott: Scott sets up a romantic dinner for the two of you…or at least he tries. He dims the lights, lights some candles, and tries to make your favorite food, but he’s not the best cook. He ends up burning dinner, but you don’t mind, and the night ends with you ordering takeout and curling up under a blanket with each other and a plate of dumplings. 

Stiles: Stiles goes all out. He gets you one of those enormous teddy bears, fills your locker with red and pink balloons, and gives you a box full of mini Reese’s hearts. The whole thing is just a little overwhelming, and while you’re grateful, he realizes it might have been a little too much, and you both end up wrapped in each other on his couch, cuddling as the opening credits of Star Wars begin to roll across his TV.

Liam: This is Liam’s first Valentine’s Day with a girlfriend. He feels a little out of his league, but at least he knows what you like, and he has Stiles and Scott to guide him. He invites you over and has your favorite movie, candy and a fluffy stuffed animal all waiting for you. You end up throwing popcorn at each other, which turns into a full on food fight, and then a play-fight, and suddenly he’s on top of you, kissing you right there and then. 

Isaac: Isaac is a pretty simple guy, in the best way, so his plan for the night would naturally be simple too. You stop at a convenient on the edge of town for snacks, and he takes you out to Lookout Point to watch the sunset. After everything goes dark, you sit in the dark, curled up against him, and watching as the glowing lights of Beacon Hills shine before you. For something so simple and sweet, it’s probably the best Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had.

Derek: He misses it. You know he’s off with Braeden, and while he’s trying to help her, you can’t help but be a little jealous. When he shows up at the door of the loft with a full bouquet of red roses as an apology the next day, you end up jumping into his arms. Not just because of the flowers, but also because he had been gone for a month, and, as you would learn later, chained up in some hunter’s basement for three days. He swears you can do something big and romantic, but you’re just happy to have him back. The two of you spend the night in the loft, catching up on everything you missed while he was gone.

Theo: He tries everything he can to win you over. After Liam brought him back, you wouldn’t say a word to him. It was understandable, considering he had lied about working with the Dread Doctors and used you to get into the pack. What he never expected was to fall in love with you, and now that he seemed to have a second chance, he knew he had to make the day special for you. He gives you roses, chocolate, and even personally delivers them to your homeroom and makes a speech. You roll your eyes, not in the mood, but at the end of the day, he catches you by yourself. Hearing him spill his guts to you almost makes you feel sorry for him-almost-and eventually you can’t listen to him begging for you back anymore. “Fine,” you say. “One date. But if you try to kill me, you’re not getting a third chance.”

Allison: You spend the night in her apartment and exchange gifts, and much to your surprise, yours is a very sharp knife. “I know you wanted to learn to protect yourself,” she tells you. “I was thinking I could start training you. Only if you want to, of course.” You grin in delight and throw your arms around her. You’ve been begging her to teach you forever, and you can’t think of any better way to spend Valentine’s Day than sparring with your girlfriend.

Lydia: You take each other shopping. You try on different outfits, dresses, and lingerie, and at the end of the day, you treat each other to your favorite picks, some of which you will definitely be using later that night. 

Malia: She takes you out for a romantic hike in the woods. You’ve always thought of hiking as sweaty and filled with bugs, but with Malia by your side, she makes it something beautiful. You find a peaceful spot in the woods and sit down to have a picnic, surprising her with both deer and pizza, a gift that causes her to break into a grin and yank your lips onto hers. You leave the preserve just before sunset, because she’s not about to keep you out there at night. She drives off with her hand in yours, watching in her rear view mirror as the sun dips below the horizon.

Kira: Kira orders a pizza, and you promise you’ll do the rest. You eat and then take her out to an abandoned parking lot at the edge of Beacon Hills, and that’s when you pull out a bag of fireworks. What the Dread Doctors did to her has left her feeling out of control, and you figure this is the perfect way to cheer her up, to show her she can use her powers for something beautiful. She lights them up herself, and the two of you watch as they go shooting off into the night sky in a shower of sparks. Kira pulls you closer, and she whispers in your ear as you watch the pyrotechnics fly. “This is what being with you feels like all the time…fireworks.” You know it’s cheesy, but you can’t help leaning forward to kiss her, because you feel the exact same way. 

frecklegalaxies  asked:

Please write something about the precious moments of softness between Ronan and Adam. Let them be soft. Let these prickly boys cuddle

(sorry this took me literally forever but ive been sorta busy and very tired from work lately but anyway!! here’s our soft boys)

Adam’s hands shook with adrenaline as he got back inside the BMW. His mother’s eyes were like two hooks dragging down the skin of his back, but for the first time in as long as he could remember, they couldn’t find anything to latch onto and pull him back. He was untethered to this place, this trailer, this life. His roots had started here, right under the very dust Ronan’s tires threw into the air as he pulled out the park, but he knew by now that trees didn’t necessarily have to stay in one place. That they could move, that he could choose his soil. That he already had.

It was overwhelming, and exhilarating, and calming, all at once. It reminded him a little of how being around Ronan felt.

Freedom, meet Adam Parrish.

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Tales of Miss Fortune(Part 2)

Here we are folks, part 2. There is no sin in this, unfortunately, but we get a look at Marinette and Adrien’s daily lives. And a cliffhanger.

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It was a general agreement that Monday sucked. It was even more of an agreement that Monday mornings, specifically, sucked even more. In fact, it was common knowledge that Monday mornings were the moment when most hopes and dreams died. And when there was a Monday morning at the Agreste Headquarters, well, that was when all aspirations, happiness, self-esteem, and trust went down the gutter. Adrien’s included. He tried to put his best professional face to show that he was a very equilibrated man, who gets a full night rest and is nothing short of a responsible adult and a perfect CEO for the Agreste fashion empire. As he walked confidently through the building, the employees were greeting him with that usual air of ‘shit, that’s the boss’, so he assumed his façade was working.

(Honestly, was he that scary? He certainly hoped not.)

When he was finally in the privacy of his office, he let his head fall on the table as he groaned miserably. He had a night from hell. Not only was he left with a boner, but also tied to a chair. And it was very hard to try to get out of that death grip without knocking the candle overs and setting the whole Louvre on fire. He arrived home exhausted and only managed to get two hours of sleep. And just when the sleep was the sweetest that’s when his alarm decided to wake him up. Hell knows the dark circles under his eyes were only hidden because of that luxurious concealer he was wearing. Whining again softly, he rested his cheek against his desk considering taking a nap right that second. But of course, he didn’t have the chance. A cup of coffee and a bag with a pastry were put in front of him. And if there was one thing he loved more than sleep it was food. His head shot up immediately.

“A café noisette and a croissant with extra butter.” Marinette Dupain-Cheng declared. As he dug in his breakfast, she glanced at the clock on the wall. “And just in time. 9:15.”

“I never knew you were a morning person.” he remarked in between two sips of coffee.

“Oh, I’m not a morning person. I just had a very busy night and just didn’t go to sleep at all.” she said with a satisfied smirk.

Busy night? She must have worked on designs, Adrien thought. Marinette was, after all, an amazing designer. He had been impressed with her portfolio when she applied for the internship and he decided there was no way he would let her carry the coffee and lunch orders of everybody in the design department for the year long period of the internship. Well, she was still bringing him coffee, yes, but she was also able to work on her designs whenever she was done with the tasks he was giving her. And he knew all too well how cut throat the fashion industry was and how sabotage and mental games worked when it came to newcomers. And while Marinette was a force to be reckoned with, he would rather save her all that trouble. He had been dealing with those things since he began to walk, he would rather not have anybody go through the same thing if he could help it.

“So, what’s on today’s agenda?” Marinette asked as he finished his croissant.

“Just arrange the schedule for the week and then you are free to design. If anything else comes up, I’ll tell you.”

Marinette nodded with a smile, moving to her desk on the other side of the great room. Adrien finished his coffee, depositing the bag and the empty cup in the trash bin under his desk and decided to try his best to focus on work. The coffee had helped a little, but not enough to make up for all the lost hours of sleep. A low tune filled the air and his eyes slipped to Marinette, who got to work already while humming a familiar tune. It sounded like the last Jagged Stone hit. Ah, Marinette had really great taste in music. And video games. And fashion. And food. And… everything really. She was a very efficient assistant and just a lovely person to be around in general. Sometimes Adrien wished he had a friend like her. Huh, friend. He tilted his head, wondering if it was a good idea to ask.

“Hey, Marinette,” he called across the room, getting her attention. First name basis was something he insisted on. Monsieur Agreste sounded too much like his father and it was making him feel super weird. The only two instances when they used formal titles were when they were joking around or when they were in front of other people. “Do you… do you consider me a friend?”

Marinette blinked surprised and Adrien wanted to punch himself in the face for asking. Until her lips curled in a smirk and a mischevious glint appeared in her eyes. It almost gave him a feeling of deja vu, for whatever reason. “Oh, my, Monsieur Agreste, what an improper question. So unbusinesslike.” she teased, before she gave him a genuine smile. “Sure, Adrien. I can be your friend.”

“Thank you.” he breathed out, turning back to his work and missing the sad expression that took over her features.

“No need to thank me.” she said back with a fond smile.

Well, at least Marinette was considering him a friend. Her and the fluffy god of destruction currently sleeping in his pocket. What a squad. Sometimes he wished he would have went to school like everybody ese, and make friends who might have liked him for more than his money or looks. He never had that chance. And ever since his father died, well, being a CEO as we as a supe hero didn’t give him th chance to mingel. Adrien sighed and begann typing an email.

Maybe he will just have a peaceful day for once.

(Spoiler alert: he doesn’t.)

He and Marinette were just exiting the building, deciding to go to get some dinner, cause they will be stuck at work over the program yet again. That was when four police cars with the sirens ringing passed by fastly. Adrien wanted to scream. Seriously? Again? Didn’t Miss Fortune have a life to take care of that didn’t imply robbing every museum in Paris?

“I wonder what that is.” Marinette thought out loud.

“A robbery, most likely.” Adrien said, while checking his pocket for Plagg. “You know, Marinette, why don’t you just go home. I’m giving you a free night.”

“Wait, where are you… ?” she didn’t have the chance to ask because he already took off running.

“I just forgot something I need to take care off.” he called over his shoulder. “Have a nice evening!”

And with that he disappeared around the corner, leaving a very confused Marinette behind him.



As it turned out, it hadn’t been Miss Fortune this time. Just a gang trying to steal from a jewelry store. Honestly, the fight didn’t last that long, but they had the boss of the store and two employees taken as prisoners so he had to get them out first. Chat Noir dropped in a dark alley, making sure no one was around as he dropped his transformation. Catching a yawning Plagg in his hands he snorted.

“Me too, buddy. Let’s go home.” the kwami didn’t even bother to ask for cheese.

As he made his way out o the alley carefully, he didn’t notice the pair of striking blue eyes following his every move.

“My, my,” a sweet voice mocked. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

What A Wonderful World

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What if Zachariah didn’t send Dean to the future because he succeeded in killing Lucifer in 2014? And what if the night before the final showdown was your last chance to set the record straight about how you really felt about Cas? One night with the ex-angel changes your whole world.

Pairing: Endverse!Cas x Reader

WARNING: ANGST (angsty fluff), strong language, drug and alcohol abuse, sexual situations and references to smut. And last but not least, CHARACTER DEATH

Word Count: 7,477

So, @splendidcas came up with the idea of sitting around with Endverse!Cas, and what it would be like to just talk as you both enjoyed the effects of illegal substances. From there I hijacked her cute little intro and drove it straight into hell with an angsty story line that was befitting the Endverse theme. She then very graciously let me use the idea. So, I proceeded to write the fic with the full intention of making her fluffy self cry.

And as for @webcricket, she is a darling in the world of fluff and, since she pointed out that her ultimate goal is to crack the frozen shell of my angsty little heart, I have decided to keep her in mind while writing this fic. Enjoy, little Cricket.

Have some mood music

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“I don’t believe you,”

Cas chuckled as he stared up at the cabin ceiling through the haze in his eyes. The light trails of smoke had drifted away to curl and stretch across the length of the room. You laid there together, swimming in a dizzying blanket of drugs and alcohol, reliving the glory days as you both tried to escape the weight of the imminent sunrise.

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