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Miss Me? - Part One

Pairing: CrowleyxReader

Summary: Crowley finds out you’ve been spending a lot of time with Dean fixing cars and shit and decides to show you you’re his

Warnings: Smut smut smut ladies and germs. Oh and swearing probably

Word Count: 1,515

A/N: This is going to be a two parter. Pure smut ladies and gents! Requests are open! Leave me some feedback y'all it helps a lot :)
A/N2: I am also currently working on a request for Crowley, so keep your eyes peeled for that ;)
(Ps: I hope the tags work because some people were saynig that it didn’t tag them in my last one sooo yep)

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could write Hux being really stressed between going back to work after having a baby and said baby keeping him up all night, but Kylo does his best to relieve Hux's stress?

I made this omega hux, I hope you don’t mind!

For the umpteenth time this shift, Hux yawns.

He doesn’t even try to shield it behind his hand, choosing to let a moan out with it in the hopes that it’ll help quell their frequency. His eyes water this time and he blinks wearily, fearing that his next blink will mean he’ll collapse into sleep.

“General?”

Hux jumps, startled by Mitaka’s voice and a gentle poke in his arm.

“What, Lieutenant?” Hux turns, seeing the timid beta holding his datapad and stylus out to him to take.

“The documents for the armoury review need your signature, sir,” Mitaka says, and Hux takes the stylus from the beta’s hands and signs, scribbling an illegible scrawl on the dotted line. “Thank you, sir. If you’ll forgive my bluntness, sir, you look…exhausted.”

Exhausted’, Hux thinks, is being polite. Every joint in his body aches and every movement brings new pain to his back. He’s sure he’s been mistaken for a ghost at least once this week because of his abnormally pale pallor and weary walk along the corridors of his ship. Regardless, a standard of work is expected of him as General and he isn’t going to let his reputation slip because of his own tiredness.

“Having a four-month old baby is guaranteed to disrupt your schedule,” Hux replies, rubbing his eyes, adding ‘dark circles’ to his growing list of ailments.

“Ah! Of course,” Mitaka nods. “Is Roux keeping you awake?”

“He’s completely restless. He’s active at night and sleeps during the day,” Hux rolls his eyes, handing the datapad back to Mitaka. “Just like his father.”

Mitaka smiles and begins to reassure Hux that little Roux will settle into a routine soon enough, even telling the omega about his sister and her pup for extra backing.

Halfway through, Hux yawns again, but this time, tries his best to hide it.


After finishing his shift, reviewing reports in his office and overseeing a training session of the KQ-squadron of Stormtroopers, Hux feels like he may keel over on the walk back to his quarters.

He’s hungry, he’s tired, and he’s so very desperate to see his mate and his pup.

The door to his chambers opens upon his approach and Hux immediately sees Kylo sitting on the couch, their baby lying flat on his chest and sleeping soundly. Hux’s heart flutters at the sight; the most feared alpha in the galaxy, blood of royals, soul of fire, and gently humming his son to sleep whilst cuddling him close to his chest.

“You look terrible,” Kylo whispers, smirking, patting Roux gently on the bottom to keep him soothed.

“He sleeps for you,” Hux complains, rolling his eyes. “You hold him and he’ll drop right off. But for me, the one who carried him and birthed him? Clearly, I’m asking too much.”

After shedding his greatcoat, jacket and pulling off his boots, Hux eases himself down onto the couch beside Kylo, sighing and leaning against his mate’s arm.

Roux doesn’t stir, not even when Hux cups his head and strokes his dark hair back into place, still a little damp after his bath.

“Do you want him?” Kylo asks, rubbing his cheek against the top of Hux’s head, and the omega hums positively in response.

Kylo eases his pup off of his chest and passes him over into Hux’s arms, but the alpha gives Roux a gentle kiss on his head before settling him down into his mother’s arms. Hux can’t help but let out a content exhale as he feels Roux’s healthy weight in his arms, hearing the sounds of his quiet breaths as he sleeps. His white and red sleepsuit is soft against Hux’s arms and he sucks on his pacifier, making gentle noises that makes his parent’s heart’s just melt.

“How has he been?” Hux asks, rocking Roux absently.

“Fine. Good,” Kylo nods, draping his arm across the back of the couch and moving as close to his omega as he can, kissing his neck. “He cried for you this morning just after you left. But I lay him down in your spare greatcoat for a while and he settled. Must’ve been your scent that calmed him down.”

Hux can’t help but grin at the thought of his pup wanting him. Roux stirs, and both Hux and Kylo hush him, and his Papa reached out to pop his pacifier back between his lips when it slips out.

“Stars, Hux,” Kylo murmurs. “I can feel your tension. Put Roux down into his crib, and what do you say I get the massage oils out and untie the knots in your neck.”

Kylo kisses his omega’s cheek, moving his hand to rub Hux’s back, pressing down on the tight muscles.

“Oh, Ren,” Hux says, stifling a moan. “That sounds heavenly. But I want to sit here with my family for a little while longer.”

Kylo doesn’t reply, only smiles in response as he kisses Hux again, then quietly stares down at Roux, and Hux can hardly believe that two chaotic and lost souls like him and Kylo could create something so small and so innocent like little Roux Ren.

effleurermonamourgravel  asked:

Greaves x younger reader- possibly something about how the reader feels that she needs to live up to his level, so when she fails at something she has been trying to achieve for a long time, she breaks down and Graves fluffs us all up <3333

It’s finally done!! @effleurermonamourgravel I am SO SORRY this took so long, but the story turned out longer than I expected! I hope this story is what you were expecting, and that it’s not too bad!! 


So This Is Love (Percival Graves x Reader)

“Hey.” You felt a gentle shake. “You need to wake up now.” You mumbled something incoherent and turned your head, but the voice was persistent and it (maybe it was a he?) was now calling your name urgently, but it was still soft, and was that… was that amusement? Your eyes snapped open and your attention was caught by the weight on your shoulder, which turned out to be Percival Graves’ warm hand. His slightly amused gaze met your embarrassed one, and as he motioned for you to focus on the terribly boring meeting, you couldn’t help but notice how the slight crinkles at the edge of his dark eyes added to his attractiveness, to his charm. You noticed that his body was subtly angled so your sleeping form had gone unnoticed by everyone else in the room, something you were extremely grateful for and you made a mental note to get him one of those apple pies he seemed to love.

When the meeting was finally over, you made a beeline to the door, hoping to escape any questioning or beratement about why you chose what was perhaps the most important meeting of your fledgling career to fall asleep. You cringed however, when you felt a light tap on your shoulders, and hanging your head, you immediately followed your boss to his office, praying to the gods that you weren’t about to be fired. Because that would suck. A lot.

The heavy oak door closed behind you with a thud that sounded disapproving, and you shifted uncomfortably while you waited for whatever scolding you were sure you were about to receive from Mr Graves. Bracing yourself, you were surprised when a cup of hot cocoa was placed on his desk in front of you. You cocked your head confusedly at the director who sat down comfortably, sipping on his own cup of cocoa. Gesturing for you to sit, you did as he asked, and he scrutinised you, though not unkindly. It was silent in his office for a while, and you sipped tentatively at your hot drink, unwittingly letting out a quiet moan because it was just so good. You peeked over the rim of the cup to see Mr Graves with a slight smirk on his lips as he watched you enjoy the cocoa and you reddened, which just made his smirk grow.

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That Night, Part 1

pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: brief mention of a one night stand, curse words

summary: a Jimmy Fallon interview and finding out you’re working on a movie with a certain post-Pulitzer one night stand

i have no idea why i decided to write this tbh. next parts will be longer. i haven’t worked out how many parts this is gonna be or what’s gonna happen but stay tuned to see! 

words: 961

Most authors had their own genius way to defeat writer’s block. Yours was Twitter. It was unbelievable how quick ideas appeared once you opened the site.

Today, however, you didn’t really feel like interacting with anyone, or doing anything, really. Partly because you didn’t eat breakfast this morning, but mostly because you were one minute away from being live on Jimmy Fallon.

“Our special guest today is someone who revolutionized young adult fiction, someone who has won the hearts of millions of readers around the world! Please welcome (Y/N)!” Jimmy hollered.

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My book Otps

Marisa coulter and Lord Asriel

His hands, still clasping her head, tensed suddenly and drew her toward him in a passionate kiss. Lyra thought it seemed more like cruelty than love, and looked at their daemons, to see a strange sight: the snow leopard tense, crouching with her claws just pressing in the golden monkey’s flesh, and the monkey relaxed, blissful, swooning on the snow. 

“Okay, seriously Gems…” The Brit started as he stepped out of her bedroom after trying on the first of the five suits she had felt the need to buy him. “I’m not wearin’ this fuckin’ thing.” he said with a shake of his head, his hands crossing over his broad chest. “I look bloody ridiculous.” he added, his dark eyes looking down at himself before looking back at her. “What’s the matta wit jeans anyway, it’s gonna be blimey boilin out.” @fewrebels

(Part one -ish?)

Hajime had always been good at fixing things.

He was always fixing broken lamps, gluing vases back together, grabbing things for teachers, helping his siblings do their chores… He even helped his dad fix the car once.

And over the course of years, he had become especially skilled at fixing one particular person’s messes.

Whenever Oikawa forgot a pencil, Hajime had a spare one to lend. Whenever he would fall, as they grew up, the other would be the one to carry him and his scraped knee back home. When the setter failed a test, he would sit him down and bring him notes and have him study all night. He was the one to drag Oikawa out of the gym, clothes drenched in sweat, muscles burning, and throw his obsessed ass against the bleachers and tell him to give it a fucking rest.

There was a first-aid kit, permanently set inside his locker, filled with band-aids and bandages of all sorts. Plain ones for everyday injuries, and themed ones he liked to put in symbolical places, like Oikawa’s forehead, Oikawa was a regular client to that box, his favourites were the Hello Kitty ones. Oikawa had a wonderfully annoying gift for hurting himself – and it wasn’t always his body.

The duo could usually be spotted after practice, as the stoic, ever-frowning Hajime’s expression would soften as he tended to Oikawa’s bruises. The setter was always so careless! Life had turned into such a turmoil of obligations and responsibilities, it was nice to sit in a bubble of quiet and peace for a few moments.

“There, all better.” he would say, a thin smile hidden behind concentration, before stupid, stupid Oikawa would crack some pretentious joke about Hajime’s motherly nature – which he obviously did not have –, and trigger his temper again.

Hajime was simply… always there. Ready to catch Oikawa when he collapsed, watching him from the back and making sure he was all right.

So it came as no surprise that Iwaizumi Hajime would be the one to fix Oikawa’s ultimate mess.

This time the injury had been a bit more serious. Oikawa had strained his hand trying for a jump float serve, and it was now up to Hajime to bandage it, given how terrified he was of going to the nurse and having the coach find out.

“Don’t be stupid, you have to tell him. You can’t play through a strained hand!”

“No, please! Volleyball is the only thing I still have as certain in my life!” Oikawa hissed, aggravated.

“You idiot, do you plan… Wait a minute. Is this about us going to different universities again?” He felt a thorn sting inside his chest, despite the severity in his voice.

“No, it’s not –” Hajime watched him shake his head, he could almost see the gloomy thoughts begin to creep their way into the setter’s mind. “That’s not it. This time” He added. Dark eyes bore into Hajime, the same air of helplessness as when he was a child, one that pleaded help me, fighting its way through the walls Oikawa had built over time.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He demanded, as he wrapped the last strand of bandage around the other’s wrist and let it sit on his lap. Could that idiot not understand, after all this time? That he could trust Hajime, that he could make himself vulnerable? “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

“I fucked up, Iwa-chan… I fucked up real bad this time” Oikawa duck his head, sliding down the bench to pull away from the spiker, a faint blush that Hajime could not comprehend settling in his cheeks. “You’re going to hate me when you find out”

The bastard was smiling. That ridiculously fake smile he gave people when trying to deceive them, like a magician that lures people’s gaze to one hand while the true magic happens in the other; Oikawa liked to smile the brightest when trying to hide his darkest emotions.

Hajime would not have it.

“Stop this childish play right now!” he launched himself to grab the other’s shirt, bring him back to his reach. He would not let Oikawa slip away and try to shut him out. “I’m starting to get tired of your bullshit. Sooner or later, you’ll have to learn to trust me – to stay.”

“Iwa-chan…” Oikawa gasped under Hajime’s intense stare, any trace of a smile vanished from his face.

“I’ll never hate you. You can fuck up as much as you like, it’s about time you understand I’ll always be there for you. I –” I love you.

And then everything clicked.

This was it, wasn’t it? It was love. That overdramatic feeling everyone made a fuss of, had sneaked its way into Hajime’s heart, without a sound, so subtle it had felt like something else for years. It wasn’t painful or breath taking – it was simple, comfortable, familiar, like coming home after a long day. It was simply there.

“I think about you a lot, Iwaizumi.” Oikawa blurted out, snapping Hajime out of his torrent of feelings, before averting his eyes, embarrassed. He gaped for a second, but his mouth was faster than his brain.

“I – think about you a lot, too.” The words came as easily as the sentiment, a bit scrambled from the sudden realization, but there was nothing more to it really. He was always thinking about Oikawa, and how to protect him, and hold him and not let a single soul touch him, and how to make sure he was never hurt, even if it meant saving him from himself. And how little things reminded him of the setter, and how to make him happy. He thought about him all the time.

“Does this mean you…?” his gaze dropped to Oikawa’s lips, as he breathed out that barely inaudible half-sentence. He didn’t even know what it meant, he just understood.

“I think it does.” Hajime whispered, realizing he was still holding the other’s shirt and pulling him closer. He pressed his lips against Oikawa’s.

Hajime had always been good at fixing things.

Dead Inside

Pairing: Poe DameronxReader

Warnings: None, that I could think of…

Word Count: 721

A/N: My first imagine ever, and English is my third language so… I apologize advance; I like proofread it  five times, if there’s a mistake I’m sorry.

“Stop. This isn’t you.”

“How would you know who I am? You’ve only known me for a few months! I’ve known myself for years! This is me! I’ve always been this way. I’m evil and I love it, nothing’s ever changed that.”

Poe Dameron looked at the woman he had met years ago in the the Resistance base. He had seen her walking along Ben, they were visiting General Organa.

He hadn’t heard from her a long time ago, now she was standing in front of him like she had never age a day.

The Y/N of the past was nothing to the heartless and cold woman that stood in front of him. His Y/N was relax, natural, fun the complete opposite of this woman with black clothing and a meticulous ponytail. Now her E/C, that were golden and warm; they look more obscure, more cold and they even look smaller.

“Your love for me was foolish. Have could you love someone so easily, someone you merely met? Pathetic” Y/N declared with a frivolous tone laughing while she remove the black glove from her hand. “Are you going to do this the hard way or what?” she smiled then her eyes suddenly darkened. “Where is the  the map, Mr. Poe?” she inquired mockingly.  

How can she be so heartless? All those times they were together felt so real. Had all the dark side consume all her soul? Had she really been evil from the beginning? They were many questions running in his mind.

However, Poe cursed himself for his questioning about her. This wasn’t his Y/N.  She never was and would never be.

“Did you love me?” Poe said as he raised his head and looked at her she stop her hand midway frowning she looked at him. “Did you fake everything?” he added looking in her dark eyes.

Y/N felt something tugging her heart, she was starting to get a massive headache. Her heart started to pound against her chest. Something warm started to spread through her. She felt a weakness in her knees. What was happening to her?

Poe was about to ask her another question when he saw her, starting to lean against the wall struggling to breath. “Y/N, I still love you. Please, go to the light. You’re not evil, they must be some good left inside you. Y/N, please I love you” he said as he tugged in the restrains that had him in the vertical bed.

The headache grew, she felt something tugging her apart inside. She felt down her knees. “Shut up, I hate you. Shut up” she gripped her head as it started to pound harder.

“I love you, Y/N please. Look at me. Y/N, my love please” Poe begged at her. Y/N growled at the sound of his voice, she was evil. She was breed to be a Sith Lord for god’s sake. Why did this man was making feel so weak. So weak, that the Light was pushing out the Darkness from her heart

She never imagine that she could feel so weak,so… so…, her entire body tremble as he talk to her. Trying to talk her out the Dark Side. She couldn’t move, her brain stopped working.  

“Darling, please” Poe begged at the woman, whose breathing started to quicken he could see the sweat running down her jaw down to her neck. It was working, something told him it was working. “I love you, please.”

The door suddenly opened and Kylo Ren stood in the door. Looking at Poe then at Y/N. “Get her away from here!” he shouted at the Stormtroopers that were trailing behind him.

“No, Y/N please. Y/N, I love you” Poe shouted as he saw Y/N being dragged out of the room.

“She is already lost to the darkness” Kylo Ren said in his monotonous voice closed the door.

“Y/N” Poe whispered as soon as the door closed behind Ren.

She had lost her again to the Darkness…

Time of Peace.

Time of Peace

Prolouge.

*This is another Niall centric, and it’s going to be chaptered. It’s an AU with greek god and it’s taking place in modern times tho. You might not be able to tell in this yet. The boys are going to be really controlling and possessive , so if you like that shit , read diss *

The peace and serenity of the Gods were a beautiful thing. When everything was calm in their world, everything was as perfect as could be.

Even the humans would be able to sense the happiness. There would less hardship and more happiness throughout the Earth.

The Olympian Gods strived to keep the balance. But as deities with little patience and a large amount of greed, that was hard to maintain.

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JongKey Preview - Vampire AU

“Now, let’s cut to the chase shall we? I’m hungry and you smell delicious.” Kibum explained, reaching up to trace a finger along the human’s jaw. “You are extremely stressed, and don’t ask how I know because humans are so disgustingly obvious with their emotions, so needy. Well I can give you that stress relief in the form of sex, think of it as a win win.”

Staring at the raven haired male in shock, Jonghyun could only gape as he took in the vampire’s speech.

“Oh, and I won’t kill you… obviously, that’s another pro!” Kibum added, dark eyes blinking with an almost innocence. 

“A-Aren’t you sort of… forcing me against m-my will and how do you even know I’m gay?!” Jonghyun asked.

Innocence dropping from his gaze, Kibum gave the blonde’s cheek a sharp smack in annoyance. “Really, I’m offering you some of the best sex of your life and you’re standing here sputtering crap about force and how I know you’re gay? You’re more of a twink then a fucking hostess cake, Jonghyun, come on!”