and them broad shoulders

Morning Pleasure*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: Reader wants to eat the breakfast Chris has cooked for her, but he has other plans. Blame your too sexy denim shorts!
Word Count: 1.7k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warning: Long detailed oral sex (female receiving).

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Freshly out of your morning shower, you finished adding the last touches to your light makeup after you had gotten dressed in your favorite denim shorts and a white cotton blouse.

Walking in the kitchen, you followed the smell of the pancakes and fresh fruits that Chris had cooked, accompanied by the exotic effluvia of hot coffee. You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend too busy to notice your presence as his back was turned to you, humming the slow melody of a song you both loved.

You walked up to him and folded your arms around his broad chest, wrapped by his Henley shirt, planting a longing and loving kiss at the back of his neck as he smiled widely.

“Hmm, what did I do so special for you to cook this morning?” You murmured.

“You came into my life,” Chris accompanied your mocking laugh and you moved your body to rest against the counter, standing next to him.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about our trip to Boston next week and…” you trailed off, noticing Chris’ baby blue gaze remaining locked on your frame. “What, you don’t like the outfit?“ You interrogated, checking out, yet he didn’t answer and kept looking at you.

His gaze was so ardent that you almost forgot how to breathe properly. Every time your man laid his eyes on you with such fierce, you felt the desire rising inside.

“Chris?”

Your boyfriend eventually looked up at your blown eyes, licking his full lips and you could see his pupils dilating slowly as he drank in the view from his orbs like he had been in the desert for long days of a burning hot summer.

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Breaking the Rules - part 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,205

Warnings: The usual + Angst

A/N: I’m spamming you guys with fics lol sorry. Also please, don’t let this series flop, I beg you! Alright, I’ll stop whining now. Enjoy :)

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by lowkeysebastianstan

You woke up from your nap and stretched your arms over your head since there was no one sitting next to you. The book Bucky asked ordered you to read was on the empty seat next to yours. With a heavy sigh, you picked it up, threw it in your travel bag and left.

Bucky was waiting for you on the platform, his foot tapping impatiently. The next couple of days were going to be the longest of your life.

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67: “My clothes look really good on you.” Neil/Andrew? Pretty please? 🙏🏻

It’s sickly hot on the day they’re supposed to play their first match of the season, a late summer heat that peels the cold morning away and sweats people out of their layers.

Neil’s mostly used to discomfort, so he puts his head down and gets on the bus. The rest of the foxes complain dramatically and threaten to strip until Wymack blasts the air conditioning and cuffs a few heads.

Everyone zips their sweaters off and ties their hair up, starting the laborious process of nest-making for the duration of the 9 hour drive to Cleveland. Every time Neil looks Andrew is aloof and pristine, like the sun isn’t any better at getting under his armour than anyone else. 

If you’re looking properly, you can see sweat turning the ends of his hair up and darkening his temples. It’s a strange indignity that Andrew wears like a calculated choice.

Nicky presses his icy water bottle into the base of Neil’s neck, and he gasps, clutching for the source.

“He lives!” Nicky says. “I’ve been calling you for five minutes.”

“We’ve been on the bus for thirty seconds,” Neil snaps.

“Thirty seconds too long,” Nicky laughs, leaning over the back of his seat so his arms dangle over Neil’s lap. “You wanna come talk strategy with Kev?”

Neil meets Nicky’s bright eyes, overly conscious of Andrew at his back, mussed by the temperature. He feels buttery nostalgia for the three hours they spent talking on the way to Baltimore, teeth pulling his lip in the empty bus, opening doors and considering it a win when Andrew didn’t close them.

“We’ve been pouring over stats for two weeks,” Neil tells Nicky, purposefully looking out the window to avoid his gaze. “We’re walking in ready.”

“Ahh, you’d think that. But apparently we have ‘blind spots’ that need seeing to. So says her majesty.” Nicky smirks, nodding at Kevin over his shoulder.

“Is he vice captain?”

“No,” Nicky says, mouth already curling in satisfaction.

“Then tell him to fuck off.”

“With pleasure, Neil Josten,” Nicky says, overly dramatic, winking back at him as he wanders to Kevin’s seat.

“Are you finally sick of it?” Andrew asks, and Neil lets himself enjoy the thrum of satisfaction he gets whenever Andrew initiates things. He turns all the way around in his seat.

“Of exy? No. Of kevin, yes.”

Andrew’s cool eyes trip over the foxes and windows and coughing AC units, landing on Neil and settling. Neil feels a yank in his gut like someone caught him by the waist while he was running full speed.

“Give me your bag.”

The feeling ebbs in a distracted sort of way, and Neil frowns. “Why?”

Andrew looks away, eyelashes light and fine on his cheekbones when he blinks. Neil knows from experience that another five minutes of heat would have curled Andrew’s hair and flushed his cheeks and neck.

He wants to see that. Like if he could take Andrew off the bus and kiss him in the thick heat, it would fix the feeling in his stomach.

“I want something,” Andrew says simply.

Neil rolls his eyes, but stands anyway. “That’s new.” He sways with the bus as he wrestles his duffel bag from the overhead compartment, dropping it on the seat next to Andrew.

Andrew unzips the top halfway and peels back Neil’s meticulously packed layers. The bus nearly topples him, so he settles back in and watches Andrew work, charmed.

He seems to find what he’s looking for, and Neil sees a flash of black fabric and the blur of Andrew rising out of his seat and into the aisle.

“Where are you going?”

Andrew slides him an unimpressed look and walks to the bathroom installed in the back of the bus. Neil watches him go, wondering wildly if he’s supposed to follow him.

He glances back along the groove of the aisle and finds Kevin ignoring Aaron and Nicky to glare at him. Beyond him, Matt’s grinning at Dan as she talks one of the newcomers through a play, and Allison’s curled up with a sleep mask and Renee’s shoulder.

He sits back against the sun-hot window and lets the jerky motion of the road keep him alert. He looks back towards the closed bathroom door and forward again, curiosity shivering over him.

Andrew emerges a second later, and Neil’s mouth goes cottony dry.

He’s put on Neil’s shirt. It’s the one that goes high enough to cover the scars framing Neil’s collarbones when he’s wearing it, but it leaves his arms open. It was part of this layered ensemble that Andrew bought him over the summer, but he almost only wears it to sleep because it shows the thatched burns on his ribcage. It’s breezy and comfortable and it’s not the first time Andrew’s stolen it.

But he doesn’t usually wear it where people can see, with his sweaty hair pushed halfway back and his arms pink from the sun he caught on the roof yesterday.

He sweeps back into his seat and pulls one knee up to his chest, and Neil watches the orchestration of his muscles matching up and tensing.

Andrew’s finger enters his field of view, too close to focus on. “Get that look off your face.”

“Get my shirt off, then,” Neil says before he can clap a filter on it. Andrew splays his arm all over his lounging knee, and Neil can see a pale triangle of skin under his arm, which shouldn’t mean anything to him. It shouldn’t.

“I didn’t pack for 100 degrees,” Andrew says, voice mild.

“Good,” Neil blurts.“My clothes look really good on you.” He swallows, and Andrew blinks at him, a bored predator.

“That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever heard, Neil!” Nicky hollers from four seats up. Neil’s mouth pinches with annoyance. “I’ve fucked guys, and that’s the gayest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“No one wants to hear that,” Aaron says, putting in earbuds and shoving over to the far end of his seat.

“I thought it was relevant context,” Nicky argues, and Kevin smacks him in the back of the head.

The front of the bus devolves into chaotic conversation, and Neil looks back at Andrew.

“I was serious.”

“I know you were.” This would be where he took a drag from his cigarette, if this was their rooftop. This would be where he kisses him. Neil watches him with that secret in his mouth, and when Andrew looks back, he can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

“It will not be a regular occurrence,” Andrew says. “Your wardrobe is barely fit for one person.”

“Right.” Neil smiles right behind his teeth, where it doesn’t show on his face. “I’m willing to take the hit.”

Andrew regards him over the seat back. “Aren’t you always?”

Neil leans in and drags his eyes deliberately over the column of Andrew’s neck on the way to his face. “I want to kiss you.”

Andrew tilts his head. “I can’t help you.”

Neil takes this without complaint, but he stays folded over the back of the seat. “This is enough,” he says, a foot between them, Andrew’s broad shoulders holding his shirt taut across them.

“Shouldn’t you be obsessing over the court by now?” Andrew asks, cleanly sidestepping Neil’s attention.

“It is a court,” Neil says, smiling. “It’ll still be there in nine hours.”

“And yet you drag us along three times a day to get your fix.”

“No one asks you to come.”

Andrew gives him a look and Neil huffs, looking at the ceiling like it’ll stop the thrill from showing on his face.

“But I’m glad you do.”

“You’re in a sharing mood today,” Andrew says, like he’s commenting on an unfortunate traffic jam.

Neil reaches out to finger the collar of his shirt, and he feels a hollow jerk go through Andrew when his knuckles brush his neck. “It must be the heat.”

Heavy Metal Astrology: A Comprehensive Guide To Physical Appearance

Being able to guess a person’s astrological make up based purely upon looks is a very particular skill set that takes a lot of time and effort to perfect. It is slightly unnerving to some people to know that you can take a peek into someone’s very soul just by understanding the shapes and features of their physical bodies. Well, I am here to offer you that glimpse. I want to give you my own personal guidebook on how to more accurately guess the sun, moon and rising signs of not only your favorite people, but people in your own real life without knowing any of their birth data. Since the sun, moon and ascendant signs are the signs that make up someone’s physicality, that is what I will be primarily focusing on for the duration of this post.

FIRE SIGN PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

The fire sign appearance depicts an air of athleticism. These are the people with the rock-hard abs that go to the gym every day. There is an element of fire sign physicality that allows them to put on muscle much more easily than the other energies due to the high level of testosterone in their blood. Because they are endowed with so much physical energy, playing sports and/or working out is a great way for these people to sublimate that energy into something positive. Their association with fire means that they quite often will be sporting a tan instead of their natural skin tone.

FIRE SIGN PHYSICAL TRAITS

Elongated face and teeth; Thin, light-colored hair, sometimes red; High, sloping forehead; Thick eyebrows that go straight across; eyes pushed back farther than normal, causing them to look like slits; Thin roman nose and lips; broad shoulders and athletic build; An abundance of body hair; Above average height; Lower cheekbones.

  1. Aries Physical Appearance: The Aries look is marked by sportiness and primitiveness, often with a reddish tint to the skin tone; Fair and/or red hair; The bones at the top of the forehead come to a point as if to suggest they have ram horns.
  1. Leo Physical Appearance: The Leo look is marked by regalness and strength, often with them having a bronze glow to the skin tone; They usually have a wide forehead and an aqualine nose with a highly pronounced hairstyle; Feline-shaped eyes; Their physicality denotes an air of dignity and pride.
  1. Sagittarius Physical Appearance: The Sagittarius look is marked by larger than life features; Often taller than average; Everything about their look is exaggerated; Their hair is usually a lighter shade such as blond or light brown; They have long limbs, rectangular-shaped equine faces and ear-to-ear smiles.

EARTH SIGN PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

The earth sign appearance depicts an air of delicate strength. These people have very sturdy physiques and are highly resistant to illness. I often like to refer to them as the more feminine version of fire signs. There is a very obvious physical toughness and robustness, but they do not necessarily have the same sort of inclination towards the more athletic figure due to genetics and the like.

EARTH SIGN PHYSICAL TRAITS

Squared face which can sometimes be chubbier than normal; Thick, darker colored hair, often with copper tones; Thick eyebrows that raise slightly; almond-shaped eyes; small nose and pouty, sensual lips; Sturdy build; Average to below average height; Small teeth; Light brown complexion; High cheekbones.

  1. Taurus Physical Appearance: The Taurus look is marked by harmony and strength; They have heart-shaped Venusian faces with soft but sturdy features; Their physicality gives off an air of strength and gentleness; The hair is often dark and thick and the face squared at the bottom; the eyes are shaped like ovals; the bones at the top of the forehead come together to suggest bull horns.
  1. Virgo Physical Appearance: The Virgo look is marked by meekness and modesty; Their musculature is usually slender; Average to above average height; These people look natural, with the women wearing very little make-up, if at all; The forehead is rounded at the top.
  1. Capricorn Physical Appearance: The Capricorn look is marked by frailty and sturdiness; Chiseled facial features; serious, dark and round almond-shaped eyes; there is a certain sternness about their appearance, which is marked by neutrality and sobriety; frail upper body and strong lower body; the bones at the top of the forehead come together to suggest goat horns.

AIR SIGN PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

The air sign appearance depicts an air of elegance and grace. These are very classy individuals and their physical appearance tends to reflect that. They are much more concerned with what’s going on in their minds than in their physical bodies. They prefer to engage in intellectual debate instead of going for a run, and thus, the air sign physique tends to be more slender and graceful.

AIR SIGN PHYSICAL TRAITS

Graceful facial features; Thin, light-colored hair, often blond or light brown; Rounded forehead; Thin eyebrows that raise slightly; eyes are smaller but much rounder than fire sign eyes; Elegantly-shaped musculature which includes but is not limited to the nose, neck, lips and chin; Average to above average height; Long, thin teeth; Creamy complexion; Low cheekbones

  1. Gemini Physical Appearance: The Gemini look is marked by youth and exuberance; They have a slim, petite frame with a short trunk and long limbs; Their slightly raised eyebrows showcase their inquisitive nature; They have rounded, sparkling and curious eyes with long, butterfly-like eyelashes; there is a doubleness to their facial features; They have pronounced apple cheeks that protrude forward when they smile; long, slender and delicate hands and fingers; average to below average height; Their heads are egg-shaped and rounded at the top because of their Mercury association; There is a small indention along the cheekbone that dips in between the teeth.
  1. Libra Physical Appearance: The Libra look is marked by beauty and symmetry; They have heart-shaped faces with oval eyes and more graceful features than their Taurus Venusian counterpart; Everything about their look denotes balance, grace and class; their eyes are much more rounded and are often blue; They have long teeth attached to beautiful smiles and are often dressed to the nines; They tend to sport the androgynous look due to the Libra association with the scales.
  1. Aquarius Physical Appearance: The Aquarius look is marked by eccentricity and sobriety; They are quite often slim and of average to above average height; They can have large alien-like eyes and similarly-shaped heads; their physicality gives off an air of originality and seriousness all at once; they can either sport the intellectual mad scientist look or the wild and crazy non-conformist look; thin nose and eyebrows which are slightly raised.

WATER SIGN PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

The water sign appearance depicts an air of gentleness and frailty. These are people which are very much in their feelings, and there is this delicate quality to the shaping of their physical bodies. Because of their intense connection with the water element, some can tend towards puffiness. Their association with emotion means that they are not athletically endowed. People with heavy water sign energy have the most difficult time putting on muscle due to the low level of testosterone in their blood.

WATER SIGN PHYSICAL TRAITS

Puffy face, as if to suggest water retention; Thick, darker-colored hair; small, flat forehead; eyebrows of average thickness that are raised higher than normal; round eyes pushed more forward than normal; Average size nose and lips; Soft, frail build; An abundance of body hair; Pronounced chin; Below average to average height; Short, thin teeth; Sallow complexion; High cheekbones.

  1. Cancer Physical Appearance: The Cancer look is marked by gentleness; They tend to have round, watery blue eyes which are full of emotion; Their builds tend to be somewhat stout, especially into their 30s; Rounded chin; Fair complexion; Pronounced breast area and wide child-bearing hips in women; Strong Cancerian males may come across very feminine in physicality due to their softer features and higher levels of estrogen; Rounded, moon-shaped faces; thin lips and noses.
  1. Scorpio Physical Appearance: The Scorpio look is marked by intensity in every sense of the word; They have very sharp, hawk-like features; They have dark, rounded and penetrating eyes; Their hair is often dark and thick; Their eyebrows are arched and angled like small switchblades, which indicate they are not to be messed with; There is a strong sexual energy within them that translates over to the physical body; Their lips naturally protrude forward in a seductive fashion.
  1. Pisces Physical Appearance: The Pisces look is marked by frailty and nebulousness; Their build is usually very petite; Because of the association with the ocean, a lot of them tend to have big, rounded eyes that are blue or cyan; The Pisces look is incredibly difficult to pin down due to its chameleon-like nature, as it is naturally a conglomerate of all of the other signs before it; They are usually of average to below average height; Think of the mermaid/merman aesthetic when dealing with a Pisces person.

Note: If you do happen to have this person’s accurate birth data, be sure to check any aspects being made to the sun, moon or ascendant signs, in addition to the houses these points are placed in, as they will play a major role in the shaping of the physical body.

PLANETARY GUIDE TO PHYSICAL APPEARANCE (Check aspects to sun, moon and/or ascendant)

  • Mercury: This planet can give you a certain elegance of musculature, endowing you with the nimble physical features associated with Gemini and Virgo.
  • Venus: This planet can give you a certain softness of musculature, endowing you with the delicate physical features associated with Taurus and Libra.
  • Mars: This planet can give you a stronger musculature than normal, endowing you with the strong, athletic features associated with Aries.
  • Jupiter: This planet expands whatever it comes into contact with, endowing you with the larger than life physical features associated with Sagittarius.
  • Saturn: This planet restricts whatever it comes into contact with, endowing you with the somewhat restrictive physical features associated with Capricorn.
  • Uranus: This planet can give you a certain eccentricity of musculature, endowing you with the somewhat offbeat physical features associated with Aquarius.
  • Neptune: This planet can give you a certain frailty of musculature, endowing you with the highly ephemeral physical features associated with Pisces.
  • Pluto: This planet can give you a very strong and intimidating musculature, endowing you with the hawk-like physical features associated with Scorpio.

Also be sure to check the aspects and houses relating to your ascendant lord. This is the planet that rules over your ascendant and your entire chart. The ascendant rules over the first house, which has the strongest pull over the physical body. This will give you added information on your body shape, musculature and stature.

HOUSES & PHYSICAL APPEARANCE (Check sun and moon house placements)

  • Fire Sign Houses (1st, 5th, 9th): This can give you a much more athletic build than normal.
  • Earth Sign Houses (2nd, 6th, 10th): This can give you a much sturdier and more robust build than normal.
  • Air Sign Houses (3rd, 7th, 11th): This can give you a much thinner, more elegant build than normal.
  • Water Sign Houses (4th, 8th, 12th): This can give you a much softer, more frail build than normal.

Part 1- Carter Baizen

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader
Part: 1/?
Warnings: Smut
Summary: You and Carter ride home in his limo after a gala. 
A/N: This is the first part in a series based on this post. Each part will be a different character and we’re starting off with Mr. Baizen. Please come let me know what you think!
Word count : 1,642

Originally posted by kingsebastian

“Mr. Baizen! Mr. Baizen!” the paparazzi were but a caucus of noise to Carter who was used to the attention by now. He shielded you and escorted you directly into the limo. You shifted your satin gown and sat back against the leather with a smile.

“Finally,” you shot Carter a smile who you could tell was thinking the same thing by the deep breath he let out.

“I thought it’d never end” Carter chuckled, running his hands through his hair before discarding his coat. The gala had run for hours and both of you were eager to leave so when Carter put his hand on the small of your back and whispered, “let’s get out of here” you both practically ran.

He leans back against the leather seats, his warm hand on your thigh the high slit of your dress allowing the access. You watched as the boyish smile faded from his face replaced with a predatory glare, his blue eyes darkening as they travel down your form. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” he asks his hand stroking your thigh gently, raising goose bumps in their wake.

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Military Blood

Originally posted by hiname-rg

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Hey love your stuff! Do you think you could do a bucky x reader where she’s a soldier and is related to the howling commandos by some relative?

Characters: Bucky x reader, Steve Rogers, Dum Dum Dugan (mentioned)

Summary: Bucky is dragged to an army base to help Steve recruit a soldier for Hill who wants to train someone in intelligence. While watching a fresh batch of army recruits, Bucky can’t help but feel uncomfortable back in an army base, and it doesn’t help that their new recruit is a beautiful woman, but a ghost from Bucky’s past.

Warnings: Swearing, making out???, flirty Bucky

Words: 3627

A/N: I love this idea! Thanks to the anon who requested it, hope you enjoy this xo


Walking along the military base felt wrong to Bucky after so many years. It hadn’t been his idea to come, he’d dragged along at Steve’s request, practically begging him to help out with the newest assignment. Bucky had ever so reluctantly agreed to join as a favour, but was now marching the grounds of an army base feeling like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite belong.

“Remind me again why we’re here?” Bucky asked, tugging down his left sleeve even further to conceal his metal limb from view.

“Pretty simple,” Steve said, “Fury wants us to recruit a soldier.”

“Why?” Bucky asked, what possible use would the Avengers have for a soldier?

“So Hill can move someone up through intelligence.”

“So we’re here to recruit a spy?”

“I guess.”

Bucky hummed in acknowledgement, but was of course distracted by the fact that he felt like he was walking through a distant dream. Everything about the camp was so familiar, but felt just out of reach. He listened to drill sergeants yelling commands, heard huffs of effort from the mouths of those doing push ups, and felt the ground shake with the stomping of boots on the dirt paths.

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Mr. Hemmings

You let your head whip around and lock eyes with Luke, his eyes now letting tears fall as he holds his daughter in his arms as chaos goes on around him. In that moment you just wanted to be in his arms, pressing continuous kisses along his face, trying to wipe away every little crease in his forehead and worries in his life. But you couldn’t you just continue to walk further and further away from him, only making his heart break with each step.

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Rating: R

Request: No [A DOSE OF DOMINANCE AND DRAMA + OVER SIMULATION!]

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Everything changed when those words left your mouth that night. Every little aspect of your life became hidden away and has been tossed and turned around since those letters that are locked together spewed out of your mouth and to the musty atmosphere that night.

Now your whole entire world revolved around Luke, Jocelyn, and school. You spent most of your time around their house so you mostly spent it by Jocelyn’s side, either playing with her or teaching her little things. When it came to Luke, you were always there to comfort him and give him the affection that he deserves, every night you were under him, letting him pleasure the deepest and most sincere parts of your body as you let kiss after kiss and words after words spew out of your lips about how amazing and perfect he was. He would always say the same back to you. You both grew closer together; you learned more about him as he did with you. He knows all of your secrets, thoughts, and what keeps you up during the night, and vice versa.

Now with school, you were so hesitant and scared about with. You were afraid to leave Luke and Jocelyn behind as you headed off to college, your mind would be so busy focusing on your courses and making new friends that you always got scared of the fact on what a toll it would have on the little girl and grown man that you love so deeply. You knew that you weren’t going to live on campus because your mom did not have the money for that, and you sure as hell know you’re not going to be moving out anytime soon, but you were so scared on what will happen when school does start up again and you have to leave. Luke always told you that you’ll be fine and that he’ll take care of everything and that things will be alright, but ever since you got into the picture everything has been so easy and perfect since you came along. Sure, you would be able to see them on the weekends, and if you were lucky you would also be able to see them during the week also but you wouldn’t know. And you don’t know, and that’s what you’re so scared about.

But all you do is take a deep breath and take it day by day and minute by minute. You live in the moment and try to keep yourself organize and remain calm as the summer begins to come to an end and back to school commercials start to play constantly on radios and TV’s. You just take it with ease and grace as best as you can.

When Luke saw your disoriented and frustrated self he knew that he needed to you get your mind off of school since that was the biggest thing ticking you off, so he suited up Jocelyn and himself and brought you all to the movies to go see a late night screening of Moana. To say you were happy was an understatement, Luke bought you as many snacks and candies as you and Jocelyn wanted, he let you both run around the arcade and play numerous games, he even let you beat him five times in air hockey, which you were so crappy in but he let you win nevertheless.

You were smiling from ear to ear when the movie was finished and Luke had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and your hand was in Jocelyn’s. This day was just going absolutely amazing and you knew just the perfect way to end it.  

“How about you get ready for bed and I’ll put Jocelyn down for the night,” You say, smiling at Luke as you begin to undo the little girl’s shoes in your arms as she was slumped against your shoulder, out like a light.

“Okay, thanks a lot babe,” Luke says while leaning forward and pressing a kiss against your warm cheek. You just smile at him before shooing him off and kicking off your shoes before hurrying to get Jocelyn to bed.

It took longer then you expected to get Jocelyn’s tired body to get ready for bed, her slumped out frame was difficult to get into her pink unicorn pajamas in and you could barely keep her head straight when trying to brush her teeth and comb through her hair. It was a hassle but you got through with it, you gently placed her on the bed and tucked her in nice and tight before making your way over to the night light to switch it on.

When you got up from the ground, your eyes looking around the pink coloured room to make sure everything was in place, you walked over to the door before you hear a sluggish ‘wait’ trail out of the little girl’s mouth. A small smile tugged at the ends of your lips as you walked over to her tossed figure and bend down.

“Yes Jojo?” You whisper while leaning forward and pressing your lips against her forward, your hand raising up and taking a stray hair way from her face.

“A-Are you like?” She mumbles, eyes still shut as her lips begin to drool with spit; you roll your eyes before using your sleeve of your cardigan and wiping it away.

“What am I like?” You remark, your eyebrows rising as you begin to pet her hair.

“Are you l-like my mom now?” She asks, her words slurring a bit.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 6

I FINALLY FINISHED! I KNOW IT HAS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I UPDATED, BUT PLEASE ENJOY THIS!!! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK PLEASE! 

THINGS ARE KICKIN OFF BOYS!!! : ^ )

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Length: 5648

Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer ||

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The One (Ethan)

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT

You scanned over your appearance for what would’ve been the twentieth time within the past hour. You contemplated changing but that would’ve been the sixth time. You decided to step away from the mirror before you could change your mind again. You were dressed in a black lacy babydoll slip with some black panties to match underneath. The slip was see through and gave a full view of your naked torso underneath. Tonight was the night. You were going to have sex with Ethan. You had been dating for over four months and you had made out a countless amount, even dry humping but never actual sex. You hadn’t even seen each other naked. Ethan had always stopped you every time things got a little too intense.

“I’m sorry.” He’d say in between labored breaths. “I’m just…I’m so nervous.”

Ethan was a virgin. He hadn’t told you until about a month into your relationship when you had come onto him and he pulled away. Initially, you were hurt and confused. Was he not interested like you thought he had been? But he had reassured you the night following that it wasn’t you. He never had sex before and he was intimidated by you. This silly boy who could probably have anyone he wanted was intimidated by you of all people.

“I want it to be perfect.”

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Attention

It was one of the very rare days where Harry didn’t have to do anything. The man was always so busy, you’re convinced that he doesn’t know how to do nothing. When he rolled over that morning and asked you what you had to do that day, his bright early morning smile soon dropped when you ran down the endless list of tasks you had to complete today for work. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say no to him when he asked if it was possible for you to work from home. At the time, looking at a sleepy, glowing smiling Harry, working from home sounded like a great idea. But you should have known that when Harry said “work from home” he really meant “blow off work and let me ravish you all day long”. He wouldn’t leave you alone. Asking you questions, kissing your neck, gently tugging on your hair, playing with your bra strap, and anything else that would make you acknowledge his presence. And if he wasn’t shirtless, and if his sweatpants weren’t hung so deliciously low on his hips, you would’ve moved upstairs a long time ago. But you knew it was only a matter of time before Harry followed you up the stairs, to the bedroom, and parked himself right between your bare legs. Your laptop was sitting on your thighs before Harry moved it and you looked down at him, fighting the smile that wanted to stretch across your lips. 

“What do you want, Harry?” 

His warm lips made their way up your ankle, over your calf past your knee and to your thigh, pressing hot, wet open-mouth kisses to the skin.

“For you to pay your poor boyfriend some much needed attention. Whats it going to take?” he said. 

You found yourself relaxing into the pillows you were propped up on, and relaxing into the feeling of his lips on your thighs. He spread your legs even more, licking you over your lace panties, adding pressure to your clit.  

“Haarrryyyyy…” you moaned and let you fingers tangle in his soft hair.

He slid off your panties and let them fall to the ground, placing himself back between your legs after throwing one of them over his broad shoulder. 

“God, finally.” 

anonymous asked:

Spoiler warning: Resending in case internet betrayed me. Phantom Thieves boys reacting to S/O who turned into a mouse. like in sh***o's Palace. but the boys remained in their human forms? Love your writing by the way.

Oh my god the mouse forms are my favorite. *A* Thank you for liking my writing and for sending this!!


Joker:

  • Oh no.
  • Joker’s definitely the most placid out of the trio, and he delicately cradles S/O in his crimson leather-cover hands.
  • After inspecting them for a moment, he was able to discern that the ailment would inevitably diminish with time.
  • Although he tried with all his might to quell the urge to tease them, the light in his eyes flickered with amusement as he smugly pounced upon the opportunity, regardless of his better judgment.
  • “S/O, you look a bit… cheesy right now.”
  • Joker didn’t require them to verbalize their irritation; he could virtually feel it radiating from S/O, which only resulted in his mischievous smirk expanding further.
  • “That’s not a very mice look you’re giving me… why don’t you squeak your mind?”
  • Any punishment that S/O could dole out on him later was completely worth it when their nose and ears twitched from anger.
  • Joker abruptly elevated S/O to his face, causing them to stagger slightly. They were only a mere inch away from his half-masked face as he taunted, “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
  • His only reply was the sensation of minuscule feet plastered on his lips in a feeble attempt to silence him.
  • A hearty chuckle emitted from Joker prior to placing a kiss atop S/O’s fur-covered head.
  • “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’ll stop our little game of cat-and-mouse, for now. Once you return to normal and I can kiss you properly… I’ll find the answer to my previous question.”


Skull:

  • Skull is extremely conflicted as he frantically nests S/O’s ‘rattled’ body in his gloved hands; naturally, he wants to help S/O revert to their natural form, however… they’re just so cute.
  • He curiously poked and prodded at them, provoking S/O to resound an indignant squeak.
  • A faint rosy hue peppered Skull’s cheeks as he commented, “Oh my god, you’re so freakin’ cute. N-not like you weren’t before, but… ya get what I mean.”
  • S/O tilted their petite head to the side, and Skull scratched behind their ear with a leather fingertip as he chuckled, “Heh, don’t worry, spells like this only last a few minutes.”
  • The tiny mouse nodded, and Skull gently placed them on his broad shoulder so he could adjust his gloves.
  • He then playfully added, “Maybe Captain Kidd can use you to cannonball Shadows in the meantime. Whaddaya say?”
  • S/O answered him by nipping Skull’s exposed earlobe out of annoyance, provoking a carefree snicker to slip past his lips.
  • “Heh, didn’t think so. That would be pretty sweet though, huh?”
  • He pivoted his head slightly to witness S/O’s contemplative posture; they had uplifted a paw to their chin, and they seemed to be lost in thought.
  • Skull’s voice was panicked as he implored, “W-wait, you’re not actually thinkin’ of doin’ it, right?!”
  • It was S/O’s turn to giggle (or rather, squeak), and Skull exasperatedly sighed, “Even as a tiny lil’ mouse you’re still a huge brat… you’re lucky you’re so effin’ cute.”


Fox:

  • Fox is at a complete loss as to what action he should take next.
  • He opts for seating himself cross-legged in front of S/O’s rodent form for the purpose of maintaining a watchful eye on them, ensuring that he doesn’t accidentally step on them or that they somehow wind up lost.
  • Fox sealed his eyelids and smiled to himself as he mused, “Well, I suppose we must paws this infiltration until you regain your human form.”
  • S/O shook their head, yet their tail betrayed their irked facade and flicked with reluctant amusement.
  • Fox uplifted a clenched cyan hand to his lips, a low chuckle escaping from them. “I apawlogize my dear, but it would be a crime to waste such an opportune moment.”
  • S/O crossed their small arms and mimicked a pout. A sudden jolt of inspiration flashed through Fox’s mind, causing him to procure a sketchpad from his thief garb.
  • “S/O, please hold that pose for me. This ailment will last temporarily, so I must capture this riveting and adorable sight before it dissipates.”
  • S/O could hardly distinguish the shape of the pencil; it had become a blur, and the mere astonishment of the spectacle was enough to freeze S/O on the spot.
  • The majority of the shock was due to the fact that Fox preferred to bide his time when he sketched; however, his sheer speed at that moment was enough to potentially ignite his sketchpad with fervent flames.
  • “How are you capable of being so beautiful in any given form? I am indeed a lucky man…” Fox muttered, more to himself than S/O.
  • S/O was so flustered by his praise that they failed to realize they had relapsed to their genuine form a while ago and admittedly, Fox was quite smug about seizing the chance to etch a bashful S/O on paper.
  • They never did find out.
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TAZ FIC: Cycle 71 (5100 words)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

A hundred years, a hundred worlds, a hundred stories. The seventy-first starts off poorly (though not nearly as poorly as some) and honesty, like violence, can be brutal.

Taako is fed up. Magnus feels guilty. Lup lashes out. Merle saves the day.


Taako woke up to a bucket of cold water in the face. He yelped comically, sputtered, and spat.

That’s when he realized his hands were bound – no, hands and feet both – to a metal chair, in a dank stonework room he’d never seen before. There was no light, but since he was an elf it didn’t matter; he could see the four people standing in front of him just fine.

He shook his head roughly, water flicking from his bangs. Think, stupid, think. Last thing he remembered was getting tipsy in a particularly boisterous bar. He was doing reconnaissance, which was a fancy word for scoping the nightlife in the capital city of whatever fucking world they’d landed on this time. Hylia? Hyperborea? Who cares. They’d all be so much interplanar chum in a year’s time if they didn’t find the Light.

Stop. Tangent. Refocus. He was in a bar. The booze had caught up to him. He’d gone to the bathroom. Then… fuzzy. He’d blacked out, or got a sack thrown over his head, or something. He vaguely remembered a sharp pain in his head? Now he was here.

So, unless that handsome tiefling he’d been chatting up was into some seriously kinky shit…

“I hope you’re fucking happy,” Taako said to the group of four. “My hair is ruined.”

One of them, a big, broad-shouldered type with a shaved head, walked up and punched him in the mouth. A short, sharp strike, clearly pulled, and it still had Taako seeing stars. He tasted blood, copper in the back of his throat.

“Who are you?” one of the other three asked in an accented voice. Probably the leader? Shorter, much shorter, and leaner than his big bruiser buddy. No horns, but a tail. Part tiefling, maybe.

Taako shook his head to clear it. “I’m Taako,” he said. “Y'know, from TV?”

The big man punched Taako across the forehead, this time with his other hand. That one made Taako dizzy.

“Where are you from?” the short one asked.

Taako’s head lolled on his shoulders. He shrugged and breathed out a laugh. “I mean, where are any of us from, really? When you think about it–”

The big one hit him again, clean in the side of his head. Taako’s ears rang. He didn’t hear the next question the short one asked. Not that it mattered. Like he was going to tell them anything. Whoever the hell they were. They’d probably kill him, of course, which would suck. But it was a temporary problem at best, and as strong as his self-preservation instinct was, Taako’s spite was, at this point, far, far stronger.

He’d very much like not to die, though. So he’d have to escape. Problem: he was still a bit hazy from the drinks. Or maybe they’d dosed him at some point. It was hard to focus, and he couldn’t even cast a cantrip. He didn’t carry anything like a weapon on him, and if he did, they’d have taken it anyway. Times like this he really wished he had a way to contact the ship. Hopefully Lup would get worried and come looking for him before these sons of bitches finished their Q&A sesh.

After he took too long to answer, the big man hit him again, a short jab to the nose that didn’t hurt nearly as much as the last couple. Taako laughed out loud, and it must have looked downright ghoulish, because he saw the big one tense uncomfortably. Taako rolled his head in his direction and spit on the floor between them.

“Look, bub,” he said with a smile. His voice sounded dull and muffled in his ears, like a recording played in another room. “You’re gonna have to hit a whole lot harder than that–”

The next hit nearly knocked him out clean. It certainly loosened a tooth. Cool, now even if didn’t die, he’d have to go an entire year without an incisor. Fun day he was having.

[continued on AO3]

Drunk

“Hey Mitch, what’s up?” You questioned, picking up your phone.

Your stomach clenched. Harry was out with some friends having drinks, and getting a call from his friend at two a.m. rather than from Harry himself didn’t set right with you.

“Is Harry okay?” You asked quickly, not giving time for Mitch to respond back with a greeting.

“Yeah, he’s fine. Just really drunk, I don’t think he should drive home and honestly, I don’t think he can order himself an uber without falling up the steps. Do you want me to bring him home or do you want to come get him?” He asked.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You had tried to stay awake for Harry when he arrived home, but failed and had fallen asleep about an hour before.

“No, we aren’t on your way home. I’ll come get him. Did you stay sober?” I asked, sitting up from the couch, grabbing my shoes by the door and sitting back down to slip them on, holding the phone between my head and shoulder.

“Enough to drive home. You don’t have to worry, your boyfriend on the other hand…got a little crazy.” He spoke with a slight chuckle.

Harry never really drank and got crazy that often but when he did, you never really got upset. He deserved it, he works hard.

He had invited you that night, actually begged you to come with him, but you just weren’t feeling it.

“I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon.” I spoke, grabbing my keys off the marble island that was in the middle of the kitchen.

“Okay, thanks (Y/N).” Mitch spoke, saying a goodbye afterwards and you both hung up.

Turning on the radio and pulling out of the driveway, it wasn’t a long ride before you got to the club.

You could see the lights and hear the music before you had even gotten out of your car.

“Hi, I’m just hear yo pick up my boyfriend.” You spoke to the man that stood, guarding the door.

It occurred to you that most tv shows made these people to be big, and tough but the man standing in front of you was nothing of the sort. Short, skinny and lanky.

He nodded, stepping inside and letting you in.

The lights and music made it somewhat hard to find Harry at first, not being able to scream for his name since the music was practically making your whole body shake.

The lights going on and off and many other colors, made it look like people who didn’t even look like your boyfriend, look like your boyfriend.

Finally, Mitch and Sara spotted you, after you saw them, they waved you over.

You felt odd, wearing only leggings, a tee shirt and running shoes while every other girl in the club was in tight short dresses that let everything hang out.

“(Y/N)!” Harry exclaimed happily, looking at you with a look of awe.

He was defiantly drunk off his rocker.

“Harry, how much have you had to drink?” You asked, almost yelling in his ear so he could hear you.

His lips were wet, plump and pinker than usual.

His eyes held nothing but happiness and a little wild look in them, clearing having a good time.

He had some sweat on his forehead, which you figured was from his dancing and heavy drinking he had done.

“Mmmmm, maybe fo’ or five.” He spoke, smiling at you like a child.

“Harry mate, you’ve had at least 7. I think 3 of them were shots.” Mitch spoke, a hand on Harry’s broad shoulder.

“C'mon H, let’s go home, yeah?” You spoke, tugging on his uncovered tattooed bicep slightly.

“Alright. Bye chasm.” He giggled, laughing at the small joke he had just made.

CHASM was each one of the band members name, and Harry himself had come up with it.

The rest of the band laughed, and said goodbye to us.

The ride home wasn’t quiet to say the least. Harry sang along loudly to every song that came on the radio, even slow hands.

Laughing, I put the car in park. Wanting nothing more than to just go back to sleep, and give him water and headache pills in the morning, which I knew he was going to need once he woke up.

“C'mon Harry.” I spoke, opening the door for him since he was still trying to get off his seat belt.

Rolling my eyes in amusement, I leaned over and did it for him.

“I couldv’ done that yeh know. Just wanted you to d’ it.” He spoke, smiling.

“Okay Styles. C'mon, can you walk?” You asked.

The stumble that he did as soon as he stood up told you no, so latching on to him as you got him into the house and locked the door behind you.

You both got up to the bed room safely, which felt like the biggest accomplishment in the world at that moment since the only thing Harry seemed to be able to do was breathe correctly.

Setting him on the edge of the bed, you went to the closet, quick to get him a pair of red vertically lined pajama pants and a white t shirt.

“I’ve got it love.” He spoke, standing up.

“Maybe not.” He giggled, as he fell back into the bed.

“C'mon, arms up.” You insisted. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt that he was currently wearing, and tugging it over his arms.

Humming came from his throat, and he broke out into song, only this time it was just random lyrics.

Laughing to yourself, you gave him the pants.

“I’m gonna get you water, you can lay down and put these on, right?”

He nodded, still smiling and singing before leaning back.

Walking back into your shared bedroom, Harry was already laid down and under the cover, his pants laid at the end of the bed. Picking them up, you put them in the dirty laundry before handing him the cup of water.

Drowning it down like you figured he did the shots tonight, laying back down next to you, and wrapped his arm around you.

“Thank you love. I love youuuuu.” He sang.

You gave a giggled and snuggled into him.

“I love you too Harry. Now, go to bed.”