along with the weight of his thoughts

Inspired by this absolutely angsty masterpiece by @jackalopes-vld

This is really angsty and references intrusive thoughts, so please keep yourself safe.

WC: 1574


Annoying.

He’s not annoying. People like being around him. He’s not annoying.

Good for nothing.

He’s their sharpshooter. He has a purpose.

Worthless.

He’s worth something.

Seventh wheel.

He’s… He is the seventh wheel. There isn’t a doubt about that.

Can’t handle the stress.

He can’t. It gnaws at him every waking moment.

Can’t deal with criticism.

Fuck. It hurts, okay? Not everyone is graceful with that shit.

Useless weight brought along out of pity.

Stop.

Nothing.

Stop!

Just fucking leave.

Please. Please, just stop. Please.

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little monster | (m)

Originally posted by gotjimin

pairing: park jimin x reader | feat. kim namjoon
genre/warnings: smut, voyeurism sort-of, auralism? masturbation, teasing, switch themes
words: 8,844
summary: you’ve been good friends with your roommate Jimin for a while, occasionally flirting with each other, especially when you’ve had a drink, but nothing has ever happened between the two of you…until that is, he secretly listens to you and Namjoon have sex one day…He thinks you don’t know, but he’s wrong…
note. based on a request.

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Body Language (One Shot)

A/N: This was a request from @ihavetwobuckystomyname a very long time ago, and I’m super sorry that this took so long to write, hun! I hope you enjoy it! There’s a song that goes to this as well and it’s right here if you wanna listen!

Body Language - Reader and Bucky have been in a relationship for a while, and she’s ready to take the relationship to the next level. But Reader has a small problem: she’s deaf. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Deaf Reader 

Warnings: Smut. Language. Slight mentions of past neglect. Bucky being adorable. NSFW!

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Finn| Into Your Arms |Bálor

Title; Into Your Arms

Pairing; Finn Bálor/Reader

Word Count; 5523

Summary; If it’s just a game, then I like the way that we play.

Warnings;  NSFW. Body painting leading to smut. Smut for smut’s sake. Here be no plot. Latex free.

A/N; Found this little gem saved in my documents from months ago because I forgot about it. Heathens!Tyler is a work in progress. Thinking next week.  You know what to do fam. Leave me some noise and kisses.

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mutantgurls  asked:

71 Klance pls

Keith waits anxiously for the blue and yellow lions to return. Coran had assured them that this space mall visit would be seamless, but Keith still worried. Last time they had just gone for some glass plates, and ended up stealing a cow and getting chased my the mall police. But Hunk and Lance had promised to stay together and keep Coran in line this time. Hunk wouldn’t go anywhere near the food court and Lance vowed not to swim in any fountains.

Keith was still skeptical. 

“Incoming”, Shiro sees the lions pick up on the castle’s sensors. The hangar doors whir and keith is bounding towards the entrance as the doors slide open. Hunk, Lance and Coran stride into the control room with victorious smiles.

“No problems this time?” Allura swivels on her chair.

“Absolutely none. I told you guys, we got this.” Lance brushes his sleeves and strikes a cocky pose with a smirk. Keith rolls his eyes. Why was he worried about this jerk?

“Here are those circuit routers you wanted, Pidge.” Hunk walks over and plonks the small equipment in Pidge’s lap. She looks up with a thankful smile. Her glasses glint in the artificial lighting.

“Excellent. I’m really excited about rover 2.0″ She enthusiastically unwraps them.

“I’ve got those new crystals for your control panel, princess!” Coran rushes over to Allura. His long legs carry him to her at alarming speed. He pulls out a clump of green crystals and slams them on the dashboard.

“Thank you, Coran. though you’ll have to help me install them.”

“Of course, of course! Also….” Coran’s moustache twitches with his knowing grin. He rummages in his pockets until he pulls out a delicate silver chain dotted with purple gems.

“I believe you requested something sparkly.” He begins to attach the bracelet around Allura’s wrist. She beams and holds up her hand to the light.

“Oh Coran! It’s wonderful!” 

“Nothing but the best for my favourite princess!” Coran proclaims. His bravado is knocked out of him when Allura sweeps him into a bruising hug. 

“Oh, that reminds me…” 

Keith’s focus is pulled away from the sweet scene at the sound of Lance’s hushed voice. It’s just the two of them left standing by the entrance now. Keith turns to see Lance digging in his own pocket. His thin brows are scrunched in concentration and he bits his bottom lip. His hands pat down his legs, chest and sides, until he feels whatever he’s searching for in his jacket pocket. He smiles.

“Here, I got something for you.” His voice is still quiet so only keith can feel. Keith steps in close. Something? For him? He tries to think of if he asked for anything. Maybe it’s a joke gift. Like scissors to cut his mullet or something. They’d both laugh at that. That’s what friends did right?

Instead, Lance pulls out a small metal object. He presses a button and a blade flicks out. He rotates his wrist in the light, which creates pearlescent rainbows along the knife’s metal surface. keith’s eyes widen.

“It’s made with some cool alien rendering technology. Coran will talk your ear off about it if you really want to know. I just thought it was pretty.” Lance huffs out a laugh. he tosses it to keith, who deftly catches it.

Keith admires the blade, the weight in the palm of his hand. It is very pretty, and compact so he can keep it hidden on him at all times.

“This is for me?” He exhales. 

“Yeah.” Lance steps close. He points to a mark on the handle. “I think that’s like a secret toothpick or something.” He laughs. Keith gently snaps the knife closed. His stomach flutters.

“…Why?” He asks again in disbelief. “Why did you get this for me?”

Keith… has rarely gotten presents before. If he was lucky, Shiro would be around on his birthday and would try his best to give him something before he left for christmas, but those were the only moments Keith could remember celebrating those occasions. Christmases were spent with family… which he never had. And birthdays were usually shared with friends… but those were also in short supply.

Keith can list all the gifts he’s ever received on one hand. 

“No reason,” Lance lazily shrugs with his hands deep in his pockets. His smile is lazy, and he hums some melody as he saunters off to his room. 

Keith bites his lip and smiles to himself. 


He sleeps with it underneath his pillow. 

Pulse Part 8

Part 7

Genre: ANGST
Words: 1,821
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Stalking, injuries, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

Originally posted by 0awesome0mix0vol1

There was a sea of people surrounding you. Unfamiliar faces swarmed through your hazy vision and voices were muffled, barely audible at all through the constant ringing in your ears. You couldn’t distinguish anything through your heavy eyes except for the white tiled ceiling above you.

The panicked atmosphere seemed to consume you, muffled voices sounding determined yet rushed. There was a red spot in your vision, no doubt from blood that had gotten into your eye, and it was covering the view from your left side. It was hard to tell what was hurting, your brain only knowing that something everything was.

A bag valve mask was placed over your mouth, attempting to adjust the rate of your breathing. You weren’t sure if it was too rapid or too slow. You couldn’t feel your heartbeat, you couldn’t feel your breathing, you couldn’t feel your own skin. All you could feel was air rush past as each person reached for equipment.

And then a face moved past the red spot in your vision, leaning over you and mouthing something to you with so much resolve, that you couldn’t look away. His eyes pierced into yours, breaking open whatever trance your body was in. You were sent gasping for air through the mask, and your ears opened up to the sound around you.

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Do you ever think about Harry and Draco dancing? Because I do, a lot.  I don’t even think I can do it justice. It’s just


A comfortable living room, the couch and armchairs have all been pushed back. The window is open letting in the distant sound of laughter, a few crickets chirping, a cool breeze creeping in that smells sweet and heavy with dew. There is only a lamp on and the light is muted. A wireless is playing softly in the corner. Draco hums along and Harry smiles. He rests his forehead on Draco’s shoulder, into the curve of his neck. He closes his eyes, breathes out the weight of the day. Draco leads with an easy grace, a firm hand on Harry’s waist. He leans his cheek against Harry’s hair, not really thinking as he guides them in loose looping circles of a waltz danced a hundred times to be danced a thousand times more in this place they built together

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Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader 

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Kidnapping. Major feels. 

72 Hours Earlier

Bucky was a hundred percent sure that he had seen the girl in front of him before. Maybe it wasn’t from face to face encounters, but he had in fact seen you. It started with the mission briefing he was given two days ago.

Pierce sat in front of him with that sly, devilish smile of his that made Bucky’s skin crawl. He opened the manilla folder in his hands and began reading everything about his mission, especially his target.

“The man you saw on the bridge earlier is a menace and needs to be terminated as soon as possible. Do you understand, soldier?” Bucky nodded silently. His eyes were focused on the picture in front of him, memorizing any necessary details. It was crucial for him, as he was expected to complete his missions without any unnecessary casualties.

“You see this woman, James?” Pierce pulled out another picture and held it in his face. It wasn’t a formal photograph by any means, it looked as if someone had snapped the picture of you as you walked about, doing your day to day things. The older man’s eyes watched Bucky’s closely, studying his face for any signs of reactions.

Bucky’s brows furrowed as he took in all of your features, especially your skin tone. You were quite beautiful, no doubt. Hydra had attempted numerous times to purge out any sort of unnecessary ways of thinking, especially the sense of attraction. Fortunately, as much as he was tortured, they failed to do just that he guesses.

“After you get rid of him, I want you do something…a bit unorthodox. A bit different from what you’ve done in the past.”

His eyes flickered between the picture and the man. Every time he asked him to do something “unorthodox” it usually meant something along the sadistic lines. The only time he was asked to do this was when he tortured a target. He didn’t enjoy that one bit. 

“I want you to find this girl, James,” he explained, peering down at him. 

“And I want you to impregnate her. By any means necessary.”

You shifted awkwardly as he studied your face. 

You felt like he was staring into your soul, into your very being and you felt so exposed. You were used to men staring at you sometimes, even if they were just giving you side glances, but the way this man was staring at you made you feel so hot in the face. 

“I think you must be mistaken, s-sir,” you stuttered. They must’ve really brainwashed him for him to believe something like that. You felt a pang of guiltiness as you thought about it. The poor man must have been abused in so many horrible ways for him to be having the delusions.

“But I-I’m only twenty two years old. Maybe you knew someone who looked like m-”

His eye twitched at your words and he ran a hand over his face in frustration. You immediately shut your mouth at his actions. He let out a growl before looking back at you. 

“I knew you,” he demanded. “I don’t know how, but I did. I saw you in my head after you cursed at me on the bridge.” 

Your eyes widened once again. You didn’t say it out loud, but he was probably having hallucinations. It was the only reasonable answer, but something struck you that he wasn’t the reasonable type. Not by a long shot. 

“Okay then…” you trailed off, looking around the room. You felt yourself shiver uncontrollably. It was freezing in the room, especially since the heat hadn’t been turned on yet and it was cold as ice outside by now. The sun had gone down all the way now and you were for sure that you were in the middle of nowhere. 

That’s when the sudden realization kicked in and you found yourself slowly starting to panic. You were trapped in here with this man, far away from the protection of Steve and the police. You didn’t see your purse anywhere in the room, meaning your phone was gone, along with your medication. 

Uh oh. 

You felt your chest begin to tighten, followed by the feeling of lightheadedness. Little black dots began to dance around your eyes, causing everything to blur. You mentally scolded yourself as you felt your breathing becoming uneven. You had struggled with anemia your entire life. Especially now, as an adult, you were having so many issues with battling it. Your doctor had prescribed you Iron pills which you were to take in cases like these, but of course, your pills were in your purse. 

Which was probably sitting in a random person’s possession right now. 

Bucky, noticing your state, leaned forward and placed the back of his hand onto your forehead. You weren’t running a fever, but you were reacting in a strange manner. He had no clue what was happening, he hoped you weren’t in any mortal trouble. 

“Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes wide as he watched you sway from side to side. You slumped over, but immediately, he caught you in his arms. Your head lolled onto his shoulder. 

He placed a hand onto your back, feeling along your clothed body until it was resting in a specific position. “Shit!” he muttered, before lying you on your back. He began untying your shoes, pulling the strings from the lace until they were loose enough for him to slide off of your feet. Once they were off, he reached froward and began unbuttoning your jeans. 

“N-No!” you gasped, causing him to jump and shift his gaze over to your horrified expression. “Get away!” you cried, pushing his hands away from your body. You tried to wiggle your legs in hopes of kicking him back, but in one move, he held your legs still with his metal arm.   

Bucky looked over at you, his face set in an extremely unhappy frown. “I’m not going to…” he trailed off, suddenly realizing why you were panicking. It wasn’t usual for him to feel guilt, but he felt it at that moment and it frightened him to no end. Who was this mysterious girl that caused him to react this way?

“You’re anemic,” he explained, although he was positive you already knew. “You need to get as much air as possible, along with any source of iron. You’re having an attack right now, which can last no more than thirty minutes without medical attention.” 

You were beyond shocked at his words. How did he know all these things? Anemia was a bit hard to spot unless you were a doctor. That meant, among the many things they taught him, they wired some medical training as well. 

You felt your chest tightening, sending you into a further panic. You hated feeling this way, the last attack you had was in fourth grade and it was borderline traumatizing. 

Bucky reached forward again, slower this time, and began unbuttoning your jeans slowly. You whimpered as he slowly tugged the material down your thighs, before discarding them to the side. He then made his way to the flannel you were wearing and began unbuttoning each of the little buttons and sliding the material off your body, leaving you in a small under tank top. 

He gently placed his hands on your side and rolled you over until you were lying on your side. You tried to inhale as much as possible, but without the medication, you knew you weren’t getting much rest tonight. 

Another shiver crept through your body, goosebumps forming along your body as the fall temperatures filled the room. You felt Bucky place the bed comforter onto your body, before standing once again. 

You had no idea what he was doing. You thought that maybe he was just going back to the table and occupy himself, but instead you felt the bed beside you dip from the weight of him. You felt your hands being pulled in front of you, causing you to open your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” you tugged your arms, trying to free yourself from his iron grip. He wrapped his flesh hand around your wrists as he placed one of your shoelaces around them and tied them into a knot. You winced, staring up at him in shock. 

“I’m making sure you don’t leave,” he said nonchalantly, his face void of all emotion. “I’m not finished with you yet.” 

You let out an angry sigh and yanked your wrists away with as much force as you could muster. “Well, I’m finished with your bullshit!” you spat. His eyes widened at your sudden courage. 

“I’ve been kidnapped, shot at, beaten and held captive against my will by you! The least you could do is treat me with some kind of decency! Why are you such a prick?” you couldn’t stop the string of insults that poured from your mouth no matter how hard you tried. You knew you messed up as soon as you saw his eye twitch. 

For some reason, he didn’t move. Or speak.

 He only stared at you, his eyes wide. 

1940

“Why are you such a prick?” 

You picked up the nearest object closest to you and launched it at your boyfriend’s head. The small container of blush landed right in his face, shattering all over his suit. You turned around in search of something else to throw, but you felt yourself being spun around forcefully. 

“Y/N, I swear on my life, I wasn’t flirting with that girl!” Bucky exclaimed. He tried to touch your cheek, but you moved away quickly. 

“Really?” you spat, your eyes narrowed. “Then why was she all over you? Why didn’t you stop her?” 

You and he had just come back from your first date, which consisted of the two of you driving out of town to another city and going to a drive-in. You knew there would be some friction because of your skin color, but when you pulled into the driveway, people started staring shamelessly. No matter how much you begged Bucky, he refused to leave. 

And to make matters worse, when he left the car to get snacks, he was immediately stopped by some brunette who was shamelessly hanging on his arm. Instead of turning her down, you watched as he laughed at all her little jokes and even gave her a hug. 

You were pissed. 

“Is that what this is about?” he asked, his tone becoming significantly softer. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him. He hated when you shut him out, especially since you two were together now. 

Bucky let out a small laugh, walking towards you with a dorky grin. You scoffed, eyeing him out the corner of your eye. Was he serious? Did he really think that little of your relationship?

“What is so funny?” you asked, glaring at him. 

Bucky bit back the grin that threatened to form on his face as he placed both of his hands on your shoulders. He bent down so that he was eye level with you and looked deep into your eyes. 

“Sugar,” he chuckled. “That girl was my sister, Rebecca.” 

Immediately, you felt so embarrassed. You covered your face with your hands and let out a groan. You tended to overreact at times, your mother always told you it would be the death of you. She was right. 

Bucky let out another laugh at your flushed face and pulled you into a hug. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you close. 

“I’m so sorry!” You mumbled into his chest. 

“Don’t be, doll,” he replied, pulling away from you. He peered down at your smaller self and smiled down at you. He pried your hands away from your face, revealing you. 

“If it makes you feel any better,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Rebecca really, really wants to meet you.” 

“Are you alright?” you asked, waving your hand in front of Bucky’s face. 

He inhaled sharply, blinking away the memory that burned into his brain. He was right, he knew you. Just like he knew Steve. But the real question was, how on earth did you get here? 

Were you frozen as well? That was highly unlikely, as he would’ve known about it at one point. It was highly illogical, but maybe -just maybe- you were immortal. But that didn’t explain your memory loss. How were you not remembering as well. 

“Bucky?” you found yourself saying. His eyes snapped back to you at the sound of his name leaving your lips for the first time. You looked the same, from the frown on your face, to the length of your hair. How was this possible? 

“You’re really starting to worry me-”

“Jane,” Bucky spoke, his voice full of emotion. You cocked your head to the side.

Your name was Jane and you loved to wear red lipstick.” 

Alexander Pierce knew many things in this world. 

He knew that President Kennedy would’ve shaped the century if he had lived, he would’ve created a revolution for mutants. He knew that aliens did exist, also that there was life among other galaxies. He knew every dirty little secret the United States had swept under the rug, far away from the public’s knowledge. 

But one thing he didn’t know, was how on earth Y/N Y/L/N was not only alive, but the same exact age as 1942. To his knowledge, you weren’t put in a cryo chamber, or even accidentally frozen with Rogers. You died of lung cancer, for fuck’s sake. How the hell did you manage to leapfrog through time as well as Rogers and Barnes? 

Looking back on your medical history, you had nothing out of the ordinary. You were anemic, allergic to strawberries, and suffered from mild headaches sometimes, but that was it. Hell, you hadn’t been to the doctor in a few years, that’s how good your health was. So what gives? 

That’s when he started flipping through your family history. Your family wasn’t anything special, archives went all the way to the late 1800′s before they stopped. Pierce rubbed his temples as he stared down at the many papers scattered before him. 

The mission he gave Barnes was simple, but now that he went rogue and completely went MIA, he wasn’t so sure if his decisions were adequate. If he succeeded, you would be with child in no time. 

In the past Hydra had failed to create another Winter Soldier with lab work. The serum only worked in every one in a million chance, which was far too risky for him. Instead, he figured, maybe Hydra wouldn’t have to create another soldier. Barnes could. 

Not just any woman could be chosen. It had to be you. It was odd that you had popped up just in time, but your DNA was somewhat abnormal than others. Pierce was absolutely sure of it, but you had no idea as of now. 

You were a mutant. 

You could reincarnate yourself at will. 

- FIN! ❤️   


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I can’t be the only one that wants to see this pic turned into an OVA

Just look at them all. Ishi is getting all emotional because his team came in fourth. Fukawa’s wearing the biggest smile ever since she probably won first for her team or something. Owada patting Fujisaki on the head after he got third in a “ya did great, kid” sort of way. Celes not only taking off her drill-like clip-ons and gothic lolita wear, but willing being photographed in this state. Even the despair sisters seemed to have had as good a time as they ever could.

Not to mention… a bit of confirmation on either NaeGiri or NaeZono. Because that is one very cheerful, emotion-filled smile Kiri’s got there. It also semi-suggests Naegi and Kuwata might have been close, which, if true, throws some tragic weight on the first trial.

I’d like a lot of major events turned into an OVA at some point: I want more of Munakata, Yukizome and Sakakura’s school life expanded on along with Andou, Izayoi and Kimura getting the same. I want to see some Hope’s Peak politics with Kizakura and Headmaster dealing with the Steering Committee, and maybe Tengan too to see his thought process under a different light. I want an origin story for the Neo World Program that finally gives some characterization for the real Miaya Gekkogahara, that finally gives Matsuda a voice, and finally reveals Fujisaki’s connection with Nanami. I want some of the core scenes from DanganRonpa/0 to be fully animated, like Madarai’s fight with Ikusaba in front of the fountain and Ryouko’s later escape from him (and perhaps they decide to animate the first time Kirigiri dodged some furniture from her own encounter with the Madarais). I want some of Future Foundation’s day-to-day workings leading up The Final Killing so we can learn more about Bandai and Gozu, or see what each of the branch heads primarily do with their time. I want to see the first few chapters of Killer Killer animated to advertise that series coming to a close. And of course, I want DanganRonpa IF to be fully animated so that Ikusaba won’t have to suffer the same fate in front of the populace at large as she did in canon: being remembered by the people she cared about as just a mindless attack dog for her sister.

But of all those hypothetical OVA’s, I think we’ve waited long enough to see the original 15 happy and grown past their insecurities through their friendship with each other enough to enjoy a sports festival together (and it’d be fun to watch Enoshima seething with fury through this experience before begrudgingly giving in and deciding to smile over all the despair she’ll feel from destroying these happy memories one day). Just to give some context to the memories the final 6 may or may not have regained by now.

Can we have this? Please, Lerche and Kodaka?

i hate you, i love you. (m) | 02

PT.1 | PT.2 | Drabbles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Smut

Description: You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you.

Word Count: 9,013

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His body collapsed in the empty space next to yours, heavy breaths falling from his swollen lips as he waited for the harsh rise and fall of his chest to subside. His mind was wrecked with a numbness as he let the spikes of pleasure wash through his body. The room was completely soundless except for the weighted pants falling from yours and Jungkook’s mouths. But eventually his breathing, along with yours, returned to normal, leaving the two of you in deafening silence.

Jungkook’s fucked out mind, now completely clear as the weight of the situation finally settled inside of him. He just slept with his best friend… and he honestly wasn’t sure what to do now. He turned his head to the side slowly, an anxiety forming inside of his chest at the thought of seeing your reaction.

What he saw was you, staring straight up at the ceiling, tight-lipped, and not daring to look at him. The sight scared him, he couldn’t tell what you were thinking as you refused to turn your sights towards him. Should he say something, should he reach out to you? He wasn’t sure what the right option here really was.

But before he can make a decision he watches as your body suddenly lifted into a sitting positon, throwing your legs over the side of the bed as you prepared to get up. Jungkook is quick though, swiftly reaching forward to grasp your wrist before you can get up. He can see the noticeable stiffening of your bare back as his hand wrapped around your skin, and it makes a sickly feeling run through his stomach at your visible lack of comfort with him.

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For @doddario  Happy Birthday, my love! <3 (Side note: This is set in 2A after 2x07 you’ll just you’ll see)

the sunlight streaming into the bedroom warmed and lightly caressed magnus’ face and he stirred, inhaling deeply as his eyes fluttered open. he lay there for a second on his back, staring at the ceiling blearily and running a hand along his face, not even bothering to check the time because judging by the brightness of the sun, it was quite late. a dull sense of panic bubbled in his chest, fearful that he had forgotten about a meeting or had some other business to conduct that day, but it faded just as quickly as it had bloomed as he remembered that today was a free day for him, a rather rare concept.

magnus stretched his arms, yawning sleepily while doing so, expecting his hand to brush against the cool mattress instead of warm skin. magnus pulled his arm away in surprise, startled out of his wits, until his tired senses reminded him that there was someone in his bed.

it had been a long time since he had woken up next to another person.

magnus was still holding the hand that had accidentally skated against the sleeping form of alec lightwood, who was currently lying on his stomach, the runes on his back elegantly curling and kissing his skin. his face was smushed into his pillow and his eyelashes fluttered every once in a while. his dark hair was wild but in an endearing way. magnus had never seen the shadowhunter look so calm, so relaxed, and he felt himself smiling as the man wiggled his nose in his sleep, shifting to bury his face more into his pillow.

alec was beautiful, a work of art that would put all the pieces in all the museums in the world to shame. he didn’t believe it, though. magnus knew this because every time he complimented alec on his appearance or an admirable quality of his, his cheeks would turn as red as cherries and he would look slightly alarmed, as if magnus was mistaking him for someone else. at first, magnus thought he was just being humble, but it slowly dawned on him that alec didn’t know, wasn’t aware of how gorgeous of a person he was, inside and out.

once, while sitting on the couch in the living room, hands intertwined and alec’s head on his shoulder, both of them having fallen asleep after a long night of work and reports to fill out, alec had commented as they watched the sun rise and dazzle like a precious diamond in the sky, “you’re like the sun.”

magnus had looked at him, eyebrows raised and trying to prevent the shock he was experiencing from painting his face. “what?” was all he could manage and  earned a soft chuckle from alec, who nuzzled his face into his shoulder even more, too sleepy and happy to care how poetically sappy he sounded.

“you are. here, give me your hand.” puzzled, magnus let alec take his hand in his, expecting him to hold it. surprisingly, alec held it out in front of the both of them.

“every single one of your fingers is a ray of light. you, as the sun, shine your rays of light on everything you touch, whether this is physically or emotionally. look, for example,” alec slowly placed magnus’ hand on his heart and magnus’ stomach erupted into butterflies when he felt the steady thrumming of alec’s heartbeat under his palm and how it quickened from his touch alone.

“you touched my heart with your rays of light, magnus. being with you is like walking outside and basking in the warmth and glow of the day, closing your eyes and stretching your arms out to embrace it. you’re the sun.” alec was too sleepy to even have a filterand said this with a happy air, kissing his palm and cuddling more into him. they hadn’t even been dating for that long and yet everything alec said didn’t frighten magnus nor did he think they were rushing into things. it felt right. it felt sincere.

if he was the sun, then alec was the moon, lovely and calming, not quite as noticeable as the sun at first but just as beautiful and significant.

 magnus laid slowly back down as not to wake him and stared in wonder. this was the first time him and alec had ever slept together in the same bed and he knew that this moment was going to be ingrained in his memory forever. his eyes, like fingers dipped in paint, ran over alec’s face and his body, watched as his chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took. he was gorgeous, almost in an untouchable way, and magnus felt almost hesitant to reach out to him, as if to shatter this vision, to disturb this peaceful silence.

it turns out he didn’t need to disturb the silence because alec did that on his own. a low grumble made magnus blink a few times to realize that little snuffles and snores were slipping through alec’s parted lips as he slept. the snores weren’t loud and so prominent that magnus wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, but they were enough and were almost adorable and so….alec.

magnus tried his best not to giggle as alec snorted rather loudly, shifting in his sleep. he scooted closer and, because he couldn’t help himself, started tracing the runes on alec’s skin, touches soft as feathers that curved and weaved, ebony black against pale surfaces.

alec mumbled something incoherent and exhaled loudly through his nose, blinking blearily and opening his eyes. he looked confused at first, as if he didn’t know where he was, and like magnus he jumped when he saw the other man lying beside him, but immediately relaxed when he remembered where he was.

“i’m, uh, this is pretty new for me,” alec said sheepishly, a crooked smile on his face and his voice raspy in a way that sent a shiver down magnus’ spine. that smile was going to be the death of him and the way alec looked wrapped in his red sheets, his eyes trailing down magnus’ bare chest in that longing, intense way was almost too much. “but, uh, good morning.

magnus hummed. “good morning indeed,”  and alec laughed, surprised and gentle and so sweet. “you are certainly a sight.” he added in a fond, flirtatious way and propped his head up on his elbow . alec’s cheeks turned pink and he looked down, grinning.

“thanks. you look nice too.” alec replied rather rapidly, not meeting magnus’ eyes.

there was a moment of silence before alec blurted out, “so what now?” and magnus was not ready for this question, not prepared at all, that he let out a huff of laughter.

“what do you mean, love?” he giggled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of alec’s eyes and alec’s eyes widened at the intimate contact and the pet name, still not quite used to  all of it yet. 

“what do we, uh, do?” alec asked, looking mortified and magnus felt his heart melt, tenderness for the younger man filling his whole soul.

“we can do whatever we want, alexander,” magnus explained slowly, thinking it through himself. “we can go back to sleep, we can get up and eat breakfast, we can… partake in other activities…” he smirked, thinking about the night before and how good alec’s weight on top of him felt and the taste of sweat and skin as he trailed his lips along alec’s throat and how alec’s nails dug into his back. alec audibly wheezed and magnus chuckled. “or, we can just cuddle, really it doesn’t matter to me.”he shrugged indifferently, letting his head flop back onto the mattress.

alec thought about it for a few moments, biting his lip while thinking. “can we, um, cuddle?” he tried,  his brow furrowed and the last word leaving his lips strangely, as if he had never said it before. magnus beamed at him and alec right away looked relieved.

“of course we can. come here, lovebug.” alec blushed even more at the newest pet name and scooted closer to magnus and magnus wrapped his arms around alec and pulled him to his chest. alec buried his face in the crook of magnus’ neck and hummed, content and blissful, and magnus traced the runes on his back. the warmth and happiness radiating from alec’s body was addicting and magnus realized how much he missed this, missed waking up to another person and holding them and feeling them breathe against him.

“you snore, by the way,” magnus said after a while of silence, moving to run his fingers through alec’s tousled hair. alec made an offended noise against his neck.

“i do not.” he said, muffled and stubborn, and magnus rolled his eyes playfully.

“don’t worry, it’s adorable.”

alec tensed in his arms and magnus wondered if he had said something wrong. “you think i’m adorable?” he asked, his voice full of wonder, pulling away to look back at magnus and magnus grinned at him.

“you are so many things, alexander lightwood.” he took his face and his hands and kissed him, so sweet it almost made magnus tear up and it was slow, as if they had all the time in the world. magnus pulled away and touched their foreheads together.

“i’m so glad jace was gone.” he laughed and alec nodded so eagerly in agreement magnus laughed even more.

“yeah, it was… lat night was…educational.” alec said with such seriousness and sincerity that magnus burst into a fit of giggles.

“only you, alexander lightwood, would call it ‘educational’,” magnus teased and alec brought his lips to his again and magnus liked this, he liked kissing alec almost as much as he liked waking up next to him. kissing alec was so easy, it was so easy and so wonderful and so amazing, and magnus hoped, really hoped that alec felt the same way. the way that alec was running his fingers along his jawline gently, smiling against his mouth and tilting his head to deeps the kiss, told him that he did.

“fine, it was amazing,” alec sighed, mischief in his voice and he nuzzled magnus’ nose with his own. “but i like this part the best.” and he pulled magnus into his arms and held him close. magnus buried his face in his shoulder and breathed him in, both of them grinning as the morning light seemed to shine down on just the two of them

More Like Keith

(Thank you so much @koryan13 for sending me this lovely prompt! also i suck at titles)


Lance jerked awake to Allura shaking him.

“Lance! Lance! Wake up and sparr Keith!” Lance blinked groggily, jumping as realization sank in. He had fallen asleep during training. Again. It wasn’t Lance’s fault that he hadn’t slept in days, and a growing headache pricked the back of his neck. The whole day just felt… Off.

Lance hopped to his feet and stumbled into the center of the training room, picking up a sword with a rounded tip. He slowly spun around to face his opponent, setting his body into a clumsy defensive pose.

The match was over way too fast. Keith had creamed Lance, pinning him to the floor with the fake blade poised against his neck in an instant. Lance easily accepted defeat. He felt like he was underwater, limbs not able to move properly or fast enough.

“Lance, you can do better than that! Come on!” Keith complained, nudging Lance while declaring a rematch. Lance groaned, dragging himself off the floor to see Keith already in his stance, eager to fight his rival.

The second match didn’t go much better than the first. Lance tried his hardest, but he let his guard down and Keith hit him from behind. Lance was easy prey after the blow to the head made his stabbing headache double, weakening him.

Lance could hear Shiro’s sigh, in obvious disappointment, and could tell that the leader was frowning even before Lance could bring himself to look at Shiro’s face.

“Lance, please follow me.” Shiro beckoned for Lance to follow him into the hallway, and Lance, with no other choice, stumbled drowsily after him. When they were safely in the privacy of the hall, Shiro sighed again, turning to face his teammate.

“Lance, what is up with you today?” Shiro murmured, rubbing his temples as if he had a headache. That reminded Lance of his own, which had grown from the back of his neck to his whole head, dangerously threatening to turn into a migraine.

“Lance. I asked you a question. I know something is up. Your lack of energy. I know you’d usually love the opportunity to fight Keith. So what’s up?” Lance started to wiggle anxiously. If he told Shiro that he was exhausted, Shiro would ask why, and then Lance would have to reveal that he had not slept in days, due to the horrid nightmares that nagged at him whenever he drifted off.

“I-I… don’t k-know..” Lance lied, feeling nervous sweat pricking at his forehead. Shiro gently shook his head.

“Well, I know that you won’t like me saying this but.. We can’t have this kind of behavior on the team. We’re fighting a powerful enemy, remember? Keith is a very good role model, and I would like you to try to be more like him. It would greatly improve you.” With that, Shiro turned and left to his room, for training had finished.

Lance stood there, unable to move. He felt like he had been stabbed. Shiro’s words echoed endlessly in his mind. Can’t  have this kind of behavior. Be more like him. Keith is a good role model. It would improve you. Thoughts of the 7th wheel raced into his mind.

The brunette choked on a sob, and his hand flew to his mouth as he sank down the wall, onto the floor. His legs couldn’t hold his weight up anymore, and he felt like he was going to be sick. The migraine pulsed along his hairline, reminding him that it was there.

Lance blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that were gathering in his eyes, but it was no use. Lance hiccuped and closed his eyes as a tear rolled down his cheek. His breathing hitched, only allowing him to get small bouts of air before his lungs refused anything more.

Still crying, Lance started to hyperventilate. He started to hear someone coming but he was rooted to his spot, unable to do anything but cry.

The person came around the corner, freezing when they saw the sorry sight that was Lance. Through blurry eyes, Lance realized that the person was Keith. The last person Lance wanted to see.

“Lance?!” Keith said, surprised. Suddenly, Lance’s legs sprang into action, sprinting him further down the hallway to the elevator. Lance could hear Keith running after him, but Lance managed to get to the elevator a split second before Keith could jump in after him.

Lance retired to his room, and sank onto his bed. To shocked to do anything else, he sobbed into his hands.

Lance cried for a whole day, locking himself in his room. No matter how many times Hunk or Pidge would try to talk to him through his door, he wouldn’t come out. Or even speak a word to either of them.

In the night, Lance finally came out of his room when he was sure that everyone was asleep. He snuck into the training room, ceaselessly fighting through levels until the morning came. Then he slid back into his room, locking himself in once again.

Lance skipped training, and spent that time to sneak containers of goo into his room, even though he didn’t have an appetite. This is how Lance spent many days, turning it into a pattern.


Nobody on the team had seen Lance for almost a week. Hunk and Pidge paced nervously, Coran seemed a bit melancholy, Allura got harder on the rest of the Paladins, Keith had more angry outbursts, and Shiro was more quiet. Finally, at breakfast, Shiro cleared his throat.

“I’m afraid that Lance’s absence might be my fault.” Shiro said. “I told him to.. improve.. and I guess he took it a bit personally.” Shiro looked down, shamed. The rest of breakfast was filled with comfort and forgiving. Lance listened sadly from the hallway.

Eventually, the team went to the training room. To everyone’s surprise, Lance was waiting for them in the room. Hunk ran over, wrapping his friend in a huge hug. Hunk noticed that Lance was even thinner than before, making him look very fragile. More or less, training started.

Everyone was surprised by Lance’s skill. He was quick and fast, with strong hits and great defense. When training was over, Shiro made his way over to Lance and clapped his back, and leaned in to speak quietly into Lance’s ear.

“Hey, good work today. I’m glad that you took my advice. Did you train with Keith or something? Because your skill level matches his now.” Lance’s face sank. This was the last straw.

“Well, excuse me, but do I really need to be tutored by someone I don’t even like for something I can do on my own? Or do you not trust me enough to train by myself? Do I have to be watched over everywhere I go like a little kid? Oh, I know!” He spun to Allura. “You didn’t pick me for Voltron for any other reason other than to bring the others together, and so that you can form Voltron. If you don’t want me for who I am, I will leave, and you can find a better blue paladin. It won’t be hard, because I’m easy to replace.” Lance started to leave, but then remembered the container of goo that was in his coat pocket from the previous night. Lance took it out, and launched the goo at Shiro, hitting him square in the face.

With that, Lance spun on his heel and strode briskly out of the training room.

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Hate To Love You Part 2

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Injuries, blood, gunshot wound, swearing, little angst

Word Count: 1297

Summary: After you and Bucky breakup you can’t stand to be apart of the Avengers any longer, choosing instead to work for yourself. However when Steve asks for your help, telling you that there was no one else he could ask you agreed to one more mission.

A/N: I’m sorry this took so freakin long to come out but I hope the wait was worth it…

PART 1


A shaky whine left my lips as I pressed one of my hands over my wound, pushing down hard enough that I felt the warm blood start seeping through the cracks in my fingers. My hand was already shaking and I could feel the pain radiating up along my side, making me feel dizzy and lightheaded. Bucky was in front of me, his arm around my waist, letting me lean all my weight against his side as he moved us out of the line of direct fire. He was talking to me but I was only catching every second or third word as I tried focusing on not passing out.

There was already an intense pounding against the side of my skull and my breathing had shallowed out at an alarming rate; Bucky’s concerned expression enough of an indication of how bad this might actually be. He helped me lean against the compound wall, crouching in front of me.

I hissed when he tried moving my hand away, his fingers brushing over the nasty hole the bullet had left in my skin. He growled in annoyance when I slapped away all of his attempts.
“I need to get that bullet out,” He seethed angrily. “Unless of course you’d like to just bleed out here in the dirt.”
“You know what lets - lets go with the second option,” I replied, my voice cracking on every word.
“You’re a fucking smartass you know that right?”
“So - so you keep reminding me.”

I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the rough exterior of the wall, the grip I had on my side faltering just enough for Bucky to push it away. He ripped open the bottom of my shirt and I winced as he probed around the wound, wiping away some of the excess blood.
“This is gonna hurt.”
“You think?” I  replied, trying to take a deep breath. Bucky rolled his eyes, giving me a quick look before he pushed his fingers into the bullet wound. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
“As hard as it might be, do you think you could curse a little more quietly? There are still a whole bunch of men running around with guns trying to kill us.”
“Fuck you Barnes.”
“I’ll take that as a no then.”

It took a few more minutes but Bucky eventually yanked the bullet back out of my side, my eyes watering with unshed tears as I bit down hard on my bottom lip, trying not to punch him out of reflex. Bucky ripped a little more of my shirt, pressing the wad of fabric against the wound hard, checking over his shoulder to make sure no one was sneaking up behind us.
“We gotta move,” He muttered, helping me back to my feet.
“Just let me get my - my breath back and I’ll race you,” I quipped back.

Bucky shot me a withering glare before wrapping his arm back around me, keeping his gun in his other hand while we hobbled away from our hiding place. I pressed myself against his side some more, a roll of pain shooting through me with every step, my vision faltering a little. I whimpered out his name just as I felt myself go slack, black dots swimming in front of my eyes.

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Melodramatic, But It Turns Me On

summary: teenage!phan are at a sleepover and begin to have a bit of fun with the sex dices they’d found earlier that evening. 

warnings: smut (kinda)

words: 5.3k

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I was gonna write more of illaks but apparently a weird 1am idea took priority and now . idk what this is laugHs oops

Im so tired I cant even think straight im sorry if the majority of this makes 0 sense I need 2 have a nap

This is probably the closest yall will ever get to me attempting smut lol appreciate it while u can x x

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Phil’s always felt weirdly privileged to share Dan’s bed whenever he sleeps over.

It’s not like it’s anything he’s a stranger to – quite the opposite really, but out of everyone, Phil’s the only one Dan will actually let in his bed on account of the fact he can actually have a decent night’s sleep without Phil taking all the duvet or accidentally rolling over and pushing him off the bed. That’s Kyle’s trick – explaining why he’s down there whilst his marginally less irritating best friend is up here under his duvet, sharing his mattress. It’s nice sleeping with the knowledge he won’t wake up either freezing cold or on the floor.

Phil’s used to them being the last ones awake – having been friends with a bunch of total fucking lightweights for the best part of three years, it’s become the norm for the rest of them to be down there, asleep. They’re wrapped up in empty sleeping bags and spare duvets whilst the only two who can actually handle their drink are lying side-by-side, a cut above the sea of empty bottles and shot glasses littering Dan’s floor. They’d passed out about half an hour ago, leaving the two slightly tipsy teenagers still giggling over what had been a contribution to the night’s entertainment along with the heated games of ‘never have I ever’ and one too many Malibu shots.

“Does this not feel weird to you?” Dan’s eyebrow quirks in Phil’s direction as he holds the two small wooden cubes in his hand. “I feel-… it feels- I don’t know- gross, kind-of,” he huffs out a chuckle.

“Why would-…” he squints in the darkness, “-… lick-… elbow-… feel weird to me?” he replies, a threat of sarcasm in his tone.

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They’re still in the tavern.

Everyone has gone away and only few candles are alight, casting long shadows on the walls.
After the boisterous laughs and drunken mess of a moment before, now there’s a sober stillness that gives Lefou a certain… almost disquieting feeling.
He stole a glance towards Gaston.

He sat there, a forgotten pint half drunk in front of him on the table. His face was partially hidden by a shadow, and the warm light only enhanced the strong line of his jaw. He seemed deep in thought; apparently still brooding over something.

Lefou got up, wobbling slightly, and took his overcoat. Time to call it a night, he supposed.

“You all right?” he asked, breaking the silence.

He thought he had managed to cheer the man up with his– frankly brilliant - improvised song.
Gaston didn’t reply. Instead he stood up with a loud screech of the chair. Lefou stood still, blinking at his friend.
He came near him humming quietly.

“…say it again, who’s a man among men”

The deep rumble of that voice sends a shiver down Lefou’s spine.

“…who’s the super success”
Lefou went along with him, a much slower (and maybe tipsier) version of the tune.

He felt the sudden warm weight of Gaston’s hands on his shoulders and stilled immediately. Gaston circled him and went on, still humming, until he brusquely pulled Lefou against him from behind.

For the second time that evening Lefou found himself against that strong and compact chest, and his mind went blank. He felt a warm breath on his ear, and shuddered closing his eyes.
He didn’t know what’s gotten all of a sudden into Gaston, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain. It all felt rather like one of his dreams. Maybe it was.

“…Don’t you know”

Hearing that deep baritone from so close and being able to feel the vibrations of it on his back did things to him. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Gaston’s hands travelled from his shoulders down to his sides, and gripped hard.

Pressed like he was against his body, being kept firmly in place by those muscled arms and powerul hands, Lefou felt warm all over, he wanted this dream to never end… not a dream though, supplied one tiny part of his rational mind.

Maybe he should stop this. Maybe Gaston was joking. But it didn’t seem like that. He never did such things, not with Lefou at least.
What if…

“Can’t you guess” Gaston growled lowly in his ear, then nuzzled in his curled hair.

“G-Gastoooon…” his own voice was a high-pitched and strangled exhalation.

“Mmmh, that’s right.”

He could feel Gaston’s smirk on his neck. His legs felt like jelly and Gaston’s arms locked firmly on his waist.
The candles’ light danced before his eyes, the room started to wobble.
Oh.
Oh no. It wasn’t the room. Lefou gasped and a low moan escaped him. Gaston was oh so very slowly swaying with him, left and right, humming still, back and forth, an hypnotizing rhythm.
But he needed to know.

“Isn’t- isn’t this a bit too much?” he asked, already fearing the response, the inevitable laugh and rejection.

Gaston breathed him in, rubbing his nose on Lefou’s neck. He nipped it lightly, his teeth sharp on his tender flesh. The man had really an obsession for bites, he thought amused. Seconds of cosy warmth and soothing rocking passed by.

“On the contrary, my little Lefou.” Gaston nearly purred, his voice was so low. Lefou gasped and felt a familiar electric pull on his lower belly.
Oh sweet heavens. Did he dare hope?

“It isn’t nearly enough.”


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( Part 2 )

a dare and a truth...

Bed sharing prompt courtesy of @bookstoreromantic“: “Would you please get comfortable and go the fuck to sleep already?”

Rated T - 2000 words - Modern AU - AO3


A warm breeze ruffles the wheat stalks on either side of her truck as she folds her arms beneath her head, smiling up towards the starry night that will be her blanket until dawn. Her friends had thought this a good dare, forgetting that she’s slept in much scarier places where real danger lurked in very real shadows. A night spent alone out here is a piece of cake, no matter how many stupid campfire tales of demonic scarecrows or sickle-wielding serial killers they might have spun.

She’s surprisingly comfortable in the bed of her truck, thanks to the thick pile of blankets beneath her and the lingering buzz of rum from too many pulls of Killian’s flask. Her cheeks warm at the thought of him, the constant will they or won’t they like a rubber band deciding if it wants to pull them together or break from the pressure. It’s easier to want the former when she’s alone and the idea of him can be just a fantasy without the real life implications of what being together might actually entail. Caustic flirting used to be their thing, but she’s sensed a shift, more sincerity and a longing in him that mirrors her own in ways that has her running a bit scared.

Yeah, she’s not scared of serial killers or movie monsters, but Killian Jones, he has the ability to absolutely terrify her.

A rustling too strong to have been caused by the wind catches her attention and she leans up onto her elbows, scanning the fields for what is probably just a crow set out to disturb her solitude. There’s nothing to be seen in the darkness and she’s too lazy to dig out the flashlight buried somewhere in the cab of her truck to go on a search…

“Evening, Swan.”

A scream bubbles up her throat as she’s scrambling to her knees, hands blindly searching for something to grab as a weapon as her brain slowly matches the voice to the unexpected intruder somewhere behind her.

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dressing room couch

◦ pairing: reader x hyungsik x taehyung

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 3.8k

◦ request: @everest98 - I accidentally deleted the original ask since my requests were closed at the time but all I remember was that you wanted something about Hyungsik on the set of Hwarang!! Hope you like it!

◦ a/n: The threesome part was an idea that I had as soon as Hwarang aired so I figured I’d throw it in for the request cause why not! xD Also it’s my first time writing one so rip if it’s not that good but I hope you like it anyway

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“God, you looked so hot in that scene,” you all but moaned into his neck, peppering his soft skin with kisses. He smelled of some kind of lotion. Hyungsik placed his hands on your hips as he relaxed into the couch with a smile. If he had known you were coming for a surprise visit, he would have kept his Hwarang outfit on for longer. He knew how much you loved it. Instead, he laid half dressed beneath you on the couch in his dressing room.

“Thanks, I figured you’d like it,” he winked and chuckled. His laugh vibrated through his body, shaking you as you straddled him. You sat up and smiled at him, your navy dress hiked up to your thighs. “I wish I had known you were coming,” he whispered, coming up to meet your lips for a peck.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you smiled into the kiss, pulling back to look at him. “You’ve been so happy to come to work, and I just wanted to see you work.” You shrugged and rested your hands on his bare shoulders.

“Well if you’re going to start coming to work, I’ll be infinitely more happy.” His grin was wide as his moved his lips to your neck and slipped his hand under your dress. His skin was cold, sending a chilled shiver through your body. Your eyes slipped shut and you hummed at the contact. He sat up and adjusted, letting you straddle him on the couch. He pulled the bottom half of your dress up over your stomach. “Grind on me, baby,” he whispered, pressing lips to your collarbone.

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Actual SINnamon Roll Prompto

Me upon finding out Prompto is a Scorpio:

Originally posted by hippietyy

In all seriousness this was a ton of fun for me to write especially considering that out of all the Chocobros, Prompto’s the one I’d be more likely to call a muse. He has so much potential… So here’s some Prompto sex headcanons?? I take requests, so if you like what you see drop me a line!

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@the-flame-and-hawks-eye

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“@the-flame-and-hawks-eye replied to your post “*whispers* imagine Ed…”

SHE’S SO FREAKING PROUD AND JUST LOVES THEM SO MUCH AND OMFG HEADCANON ACCEPTED. HE CALLS HER FIRST OF ALL THE MEN TO TELL HER. AND ROY HEARS SECOND AND IS SO OFFEND AND SHE JUST SMILES

“I can’t believe Fullmetal told you before he told me,” Roy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the informal wedding invitation his captain had dropped on his desk. The golden letters read, “formal invitation to follow.”

A rare teasing smile touched Riza’s lips. “Are you really surprised, sir? You always were at odds with him. If I didn’t know you two better I’d be shocked he invited you at all.”

Roy stood and crossed the office to the window, staring absently at the rapidly darkening street below. He was silent for a time, the quiet permeating the otherwise empty office, until: “How long ago did he tell you,” he asked pointedly. 

Riza watched his back warily, knowing that he’d be offended if he knew the truth. Still, it wasn’t in her to lie to him. “He told me during his layover in the West, on his way out of Amestris last year.”

Roy whipped around to stare at her wide-eyed. “He proposed to her last year,” he yelped indignantly. “But that means,” Roy counted back mentally, “he was barely eighteen!”

“Yes, sir. I’m glad you can still count,” she replied dryly.

He shook his head in disbelief before returning to his chair with an irritated sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair, then laughed hollowly. “How is it that Fullmetal is getting married when I was still in the military academy at his age?”

A trickle of sadness slid down Riza’s spine as she watched the subtle shift in her General’s expression. The disgruntled pinch in his brow gave way to something softer, more akin to regret, and the shimmer in his onyx eyes dulled.

“If it’s any consolation, sir, you were somewhat deprived of the opportunity before the war,” she offered. Right away she knew the words were a mistake as anguish flashed across Roy’s face. He shot her an affronted look, not bothering to mask his emotions in the absence of their other subordinates, but did not reply.

Riza wanted to tear herself away, to snatch her words back from the air and shove them in the trash along with every other thing she wished she could say to him. Instead, she stood by the desk with her spine ramrod straight, feeling the weight of the silence that wedged itself into the narrow space that separated her from the General. It settled on her shoulders and curled up in her lungs as she exhaled every unspoken promise that laid beside her each night.

It was a rapping on the office door that broke Riza’s destructive train of thought. She refocused on the general as his head snapped up from its resting place in his hands. He straightened in his seat and jerked his chin towards the door.

Riza strode stiffly across the room and poked her head into the outer office. A mousy sergeant saluted her, a stack of letters tucked under her left arm. Riza took the papers and thanked her quietly before withdrawing back into the room.

As she sifted through the new mail, Edward’s surprisingly neat handwriting caught her eye, and she frowned at the words staring back at her:

Brigadier General Roy Mustang and Captain Riza Hawkeye
Office #379
East City Headquarters

Riza’s brow furrowed at the oddness of the addressee line as she opened the letter and read. She gasped as her eyes slid across the paper and by the end of the letter her stomach was bubbling with apprehension and excitement.

“Captain, what is it?” Riza looked up and smiled broadly at Roy’s confused expression.

“Edward has requested that we participate in the wedding proceedings,” she said, feeling pride welling up in her chest. “He would be honored if you would walk Winry down the aisle, sir.” Roy’s black eyes widened, his jaw going slack as he stared at her in shock.

“He wants me to act as the father of the bride,” he said incredulously.

“Yes, sir. He said it was Winry’s request.” She hesitated before continuing, heat beginning to rise in her cheeks. “She also requested that I fill the role of mother of the bride.”

Roy started laughing then, his shoulders shaking with amusement. When he caught his breath he leaned forward in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eye, and said, “Write him back that we accept his offer. Tomorrow you and I will need to pick up a chess set; Fullmetal seems to have taken an interest.”

Taking Control

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2194

Warnings: Dom/sub, breath play, dom!Dean, oral sex (male and female receiving), smut, unprotected sex, slight angst, fluff

Summary: Dean had a rough hunt, but luckily he has you to come home to, where the two of you can lose yourself in passion. 

A/N: This was done for anon who requested, I was wondering if you would consider doing a deanxgirlfriend!reader where he comes home from a bad hunt and needs a release or control or whatever and they have rough sex with dom!dean and maybe a bit of breath play? All consensual and everything where she trusts him not to take it too far. I hope you like it anon, I totally get breath play and think it is hot. This story has slight dom/sub undertones so read at your own risk if that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable. 

He took a deep breath, his hand stilled against the cold metal handle that would open up into the bunker, and he was trying to relax before walking in and greeting you. Finally, he summoned the energy to push it open, and at first, he thought there was something wrong with the door because of the loud squeal that erupted as he swung it inward, but then you were flying into his arms, the source of the sound due to your excitement. A momentary smile graced his face, but it fell quickly as he thought back to where he had just returned from. He instinctively grabbed you underneath your thighs and he inhaled the scent of your strawberry shampoo that hung around your slightly damp hair. 

“Dean,” you nuzzled into his neck, he could feel the way his stubble from his lack of shaving the past week scraped against the soft skin of your forehead, “I’m so happy your home, I missed you,” you said. 

“I missed you too, baby.” He kissed the crown of your head and set you back on the ground. 

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