if perfection had a name

Just finished playing some FFXV: Comrades tonight and I must say I love it a lot and I’ve barely scratched the surface. I can tell there’s still so much more to do! The character customization is stunning, I was able to match with some friends, and there’s some pretty cool characters you get to run into! I personally haven’t run into any glitches myself, so I have no complaints about that.

This is my character… Finny. Heheh, she needs some more work because I don’t think she looks like me enough. Needs fatter cheeks.

How are y’all liking Comrades?

cali-junglist  asked:

Do you find it funny that Matt Mercer does the English voices of McCree from Overwatch and Jotaro and also Daisuke Ono does both the Japanese voices of McCree and Jotaro and Joatro and McCree are both based on characters Clint Eastwood played in westerns. That's some weird full circle stuff.

Edit: Missed this part but it’s jurota kosugi who voices Jotaro (OVA) and McCree (thanks @bosmer).  But I like that connection regardless. 

I love Mercer’s Jotaro a lot more than I thought I would for that reason, he really channels Eastwood’s screen personae in his voicing (his Man with No Name and Dirty Harry too), it gives his Jotaro a cool-guy edge in the dub that I think otherwise gets lost sometimes in the translations.  


               “Stupid ghosts and their lack of respect for personal space.” Harry complained as he pulled the invisibility cloak around him tighter. He couldn’t believe how creepy Myrtle was. Her odd crush hadn’t disappeared and that was made painfully obvious during the travesty that was his bath.

                Although, none of this would’ve happened if it wasn’t for Cedric.

                “Stupid prefects with their perfect hair and vague clues.” Couldn’t the Hufflepuff had just told him what the clue was? It wasn’t as if he had just told Cedric, ‘Oh, by the way, here’s this roundabout answer to the first task. Take a walk through the forest and mull it over.’ Where was the justice? It was almost like the older boy was trying to make this complicated.

                Harry rushed out of one of the secret passageways and made his way towards the Black lake. He knew it was pretty late but there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to figure out this clue anywhere where Myrtle could spy on him. That was an experience he was not willing to repeat.

                The darkness of the night was soothing in ways that he wished his day-to-day life was. The still air and rippling waters of the Black lake were calming and enticing. Harry looked around as he quickly disrobed and stepped into the shallow parts of the lake. It was cold and made him question if this was worth it but the thought of having to go back to Cedric and admit defeat was not an option.

                With a deep breath and a firm resolve, Harry dunked under the water and opened the egg. He dropped it in surprise when instead of the horrible screeching he expected, soft music emitted.

Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you’re searching ponder this;
We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss,
An hour long you’ll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour, the prospect’s black,
Too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.

                What did that mean? They can’t sing above the ground? Who can’t? He decided to leave the egg there for a moment as he went back up for air. ‘We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss.’ So, they were thieves too? Material possessions weren’t really important to him. So, he was kind of tempted to tell whoever they were to just keep it and let him pass on. Did that count as a bribe? No one ever really said bribes were cheating, did they?

                The rest of what had been said was lost in his mind so he went back under to hear it again. Only… the egg wasn’t where he had left it.

                Harry tried squinting but it was dark, very dark. He could barely see his own hand in front of him, not to mention his eye sight was horrible to begin with. He craned his head in multiple directions, hoping to see if it had rolled some. A nasty, sinking feeling of dread filled him when the search was becoming futile. Had he lost it? Oh Merlin. It would be just his luck if he had really lost it.

                Just when he was about to give up, a flash of gold had him jumping forward, quickly reaching out for the egg. Before he could get a grasp on the egg, it started to slide amongst the sand and move just out of his reach.

                Harry reluctantly had to go back up for air once more. He barely gave himself enough time to gasp and allow his lungs to refill before he was diving back down. Fortunately, the strength of his dive was right on top of the egg. Unfortunately, someone was already there.

                The shock of another face inches from his own, had Harry’s mouth dropping open in surprise. Which led to an intake of water into his lungs and a spluttering of panic as he choked. His mind barely registered the alarm in the stranger’s eyes as a strong grip pulled him to an equally strong chest. A warm hand lifted him up and placed his own arms around the stranger’s neck.

                An odd noise was the first thing that registered the moment he was out of the water and able to breathe. It took a few breaths before Harry realized that it was the same sound that had been coming from the egg.

                A hard slap to his back had him coughing up water that had gotten lodged in his airways. There was a soft whisper of the same language, it almost sounded like a coo, as if the stranger was trying to calm him down.

                When Harry felt calm enough to look up, his newly regained breath left him in a whoosh at the sight of his savior.

                A boy nearly his own age was staring down at Harry with open curiosity, soft grey eyes with intricate shades were gleaming in the moonlight. Nearly white blonde hair was framed around strong cheekbones and a sharp jawline. He was pale, so pale Harry wondered if he had ever been in the sun before. There was something so ethereal about the boy’s appearance that Harry knew he wasn’t fully human, if human at all.

                “Beautiful.” Harry whispered without meaning to but couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed.

                A sparkling inside those breathtaking eyes let Harry know that the boy must have understood what he was saying.

                There was a slight splash and it was as if everything slotted into place inside his mind. The mermaid on the bathroom window, the voices that can’t sing above the water and the easy way the boy maneuvered the water.

                “You are a mermaid.”

                “You are slow.” At first Harry thought that was a reprimand for his abilities to swim but he realized by the smirk on the boy’s face that it was an insult for his mental abilities.


                The mermaid tilted his head to the side. “That one… confuses me.”

                Harry grinned widely as he shook his head. “What’s your name?” He lifted one hand from the boy’s neck and placed a single finger on his chest, gesturing to him, hoping that would explain things. Belatedly, he realized that he was still being held by the mermaid but neither one of them were quick to move.  

                The response wasn’t in English and had him realizing that it was Mermish. Which he didn’t have a single hope of translating or even repeating.  “Is there something that sounds close, something that I can call you?”


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Irreplaceable (Pt.1)

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jimin X reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary: “Would you do whatever it takes to make someone fall in love with you?”


Originally posted by softjvngkook

Your eyes laid heavily on the white wall behind the sleeping body next to you. As they scanned their way down you stopped, catching a glimpse of his sleeping face. The face you could practically stare at for hours, analyzing every crease and little mark. His eyes peacefully laid shut, puckered thick lips closed shut, and his messy blond hair, were all things that came together in what seemed like a masterpiece. A masterpiece wrapped up in the most beautiful white sheets and the sun just barely shining through the windows onto his bare upper body.

A small crack of a smile was placed on your lips as you reached a hand out to stroke his face with the back of it. 

“I had to fall in love with you, didn’t I?” You whispered to yourself, moving up to his hair.

Your hand collapsed onto the bed as you continued to look over at him. He was close enough that you could feel his body heat, but at the same time you felt as though he couldn’t have been further. You let out a sigh, sitting up in the bed, searching for your clothes that had to be somewhere on the ground. You threw the blanket off of you, standing up as you spotted them. 

The movement from you waking up must have woken Jimin up as you heard a low groan midway through sliding your dress back on.

“Morning, babe.” Jimin let out, stretching his arms over his head as he still lazily laid in his bed. 

You turned your head only slightly over your shoulder, smiling over at him. 


Jimin tried his best to sit up, resting his face on his palm as he used the other hand to rub his eye. 

“You’re leaving already?” He questioned, seeing you fully dressed, clutching the same pair of shoes from the night before.

“Well, it’s not like you won’t ever see me again. Just call me whenever you miss me~ I’m only a few minutes away.” 

Jimin sat back, smirking. “What if i’m missing you already?”

The obvious lie struck you so hard you had to stop yourself from clutching your chest. With a fake smile you walked over to him, feeling his soft hand grabbing at your wrist. His thumb gently caressed over it as he stared at you lovingly.

“Jiminie, I promised Yoongi I’d hand out with him for lunch. I was going to head over to the studio and we woke up late. It’s already 11:00.”

“Do you like him more than me?” He pouted, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

The string of jealously in his tone stuck out to you, you knew he was the jealous type but he never acted that way towards you. You wondered if he had been hiding it this whole time, falling for his trap once more. 

“You know I don’t like anyone else more than you.” You assured him, dropping the shoes that were in your hands. 

He bit his lip,holding back his smile as you propped your body above him, allowing his hands to find their way comfortably on your sides. 

“That’s good to know.” He whispered before pulling you into a kiss. 


Yoongi sat at his desk, scrolling through the same bullshit on his Twitter feed for the past hour. It wasn’t until he heard you call out his name that his head snapped up, finally relieved from what felt like his eternal wait. 

“Y/N. You’re late.”

You pulled the bags of food from behind your back, smiling at him brightly.

“Yeah but I got your favorite~” You sang, setting the plastic bag of food down on the coffee table. 

Yoongi lazily sat up, taking his feet off of his desk as he turned in your direction. 

“Where were you this morning? I texted you a few times because I thought you blew me off.”

The question had you rethinking about the events of this morning, still being able to smell the scent from Jimin’s room as you wore a shirt you may or may not have taken with you. It had your lips already perking up into a smile, biting your lower one. 

“I was busy trying to pick out what to bring you and then traffic was really bad-.”

“Bullshit.” He sighed, opening the containers of food.

It took seconds before he stopped mid- setting the lid down for him to look up at you again. The glare in his eyes was enough to make your shoulders flinch but you looked away, pouting. 

“Y/N. Seriously? You said you’d stop.” 

“Maybe I changed my mind.” You defended, still avoiding his gaze.

“This is toxic and you know it. I’m not trying to control you, I’m trying to help you. This is only going to make things worse, I already told you how he really feels. You’re just something to keep Jimin busy.” Yoongi warned, finally placing the lid down on the clear coffee table.

“You’re wrong. I confessed to him like a year ago and he wouldn’t be saying the things he does now if he didn’t actually mean them. He sounded jealous when I told him I was hanging out with you. Then, he told me he would miss me when I left.”

“Because who else would he fuck? Look, he’s not a bad guy but he thinks you both have this weird mutual friends with benefits sort of thing. You actually falling in love isn’t part of it. Plus he knows I’ve been telling you to stop messing around with him.” He groaned.

You sat there quietly, watching as Yoongi snapped apart his wooden chopsticks from the wrapper. He was already digging into the food, probably starving from waiting so long for you to show up. You knew he was right but it felt wrong to even admit it in your mind. You didn’t want to give up.

“Y/N. We both know he says a lot of things to make you happy but he’s still seeing other people isn’t he? He’s not in love with you.”

“Yet.” You mumbled under your breath.

“He just doesn’t want to settle down and I respect that. I’m fine with things the way they are now, anyway. I just want him to know that i’m there for him even if it’s like this. He’s really stressed lately.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well who isn’t? Respect yourself and stop giving him whatever he wants like a child. I don’t care if he’s out there hurting other people but I don’t want him hurting you. You’re important to us even if he doesn’t care.”

It was hard for you to even picture cutting it off with him, he was there for you when things got hard, just as you were for him. You were friends with all of them so long you could barely recall the first day you had met, knowing that it was in fact because of Yoongi. Jimin just had this feeling that engulfed you every time you met eyes or heard him speaking your name out loud. You refused to think that he would even think of throwing your friendship away because he thought you were easy and part of you was right. He didn’t think you were easy but sometimes he would end up using you on days that felt the hardest. But who didn’t do that? 

“I care about you too. It’s just hard…Yoongi. I seriously, think i’m in love with him. I’ve never wanted to be around someone so much. I never wanted to do things like I would with him. I miss him when he’s not around me and I jump at any chance to go over and see him. I know it must look pathetic but I just- I’m afraid if I let him go, it really will be over.”

Watching you start to tear up made your best friend grudgingly put down his plate, coming over to sit next to you. Yoongi slung his arm over your shoulder, letting you rest your head on him. 

“I know. I’m sorry I can be harsh sometimes. I just don’t want you to get hurt, you know? You deserve someone you can actually give you what you want. It’s his loss and he’ll realize it sooner or later.”

While Yoongi attempted to comfort you, you felt your phone vibrating in your lap. As you leaned your head down to see the same, you realized what perfect timing he always had. Jimin’s name could be read on the screen as well as his text. 

 Jiminie ♥ : 

               “I know you said you were headed to see Yoongi but I’m also at                             the company if you wanna come see me”

Listening to Yoongi, for once, you placed your phone face down on your lap instead of answering right away. You sat up, having Yoongi’s arm slide off of you, wiping the tears off of your cheeks.

“You’re right. I’ll make him see how much he wants me even if he doesn’t right now.”

What the Dragon Said: a Love Story

by Catherynne M. Valente

So this guy walks into a dragon’s lair
     and he says
why the long tale?
                 HAR HAR BUDDY
says the dragon
                 FUCK YOU.

The dragon’s a classic
the ‘57 Chevy of existential chthonic threats
take in those Christmas colors, those
impervious green scales, sticky candy-red firebreath,
comes standard with a heap of rubylust
goldhuddled treasure.
                 Go ahead.
                 Kick the tires, boy.
                 See how she rides.

Sit down, kid, says the dragon. Diamonds
roll off her back like dandruff.

Oh, you’d rather be called a paladin?
I’d rather be a unicorn.
                 Always thought that
was the better gig. Everyone thinks
you’re innocent. Everyone calls you
pure. And the girls aren’t afraid
they come right up with their little hands out
for you to sniff
like you’re a puppy
and they’re gonna take you home.
They let you put your head right
in their laps.
                 But nobody on this earth
ever got what they wanted. Now

I know what you came for. You want
my body. To hang it up on a nail
over your fireplace. Say to some milk-and-rosewater chica
who lays her head in your lap
look how much it takes
to make me feel like a man.
                 We’re in the dark now, you and me. This is primal
shit right here. Grendel, Smaug, St. George. You’ve been
called up. This is the big game. You don’t have
to make stupid puns. Flash your feathers
like your monkey bravado
can impress. I saw a T-Rex fight a comet
and lose. You’ve
got nothing I want.

Here’s something I bet you don’t know:
     every time someone writes a story about a dragon
a real dragon dies.
                 Something about seeing
and being seen
                 something about mirrors
that old tune about how a photograph
can take your whole soul. At the end
of this poem
                 I’m going to go out like electricity
in an ice storm. I’ve made peace with it.
                 That last blockbuster took out a whole family
                 of Bhutan thunder dragons
living in Latvia
the fumes of their cleargas hoard
hanging on their beards like blue ghosts.

A dragon’s gotta get zen
                 with ephemerality.

You want to cut me up? Chickenscratch my leather
with butcher’s chalk:
cutlets, tenderloin, ribs for the company barbecue,
chuck, chops, brisket, roast.
                 I dig it, I do.
I want to eat everything, too.

When I look at the world
     I see a table.
All those fancy houses, people with degrees, horses and whales,
bankers and Buddha statues
the Pope, astronauts, panda bears and yes, paladins
                 if you let me swallow you whole
                 I’ll call you whatever you want.
Look at it all: waitresses and ice caps and submarines down
at the bottom of the heavy lightless saltdark of the sea
                 Don’t they know they’d be safer
                 inside me?

I could be big for them
     I could hold them all
My belly could be a city
     where everyone was so loved
they wouldn’t need jobs. I could be
the hyperreal
post-scarcity dragonhearted singularity.
     I could eat them
     and feed them
     and eat them
     and feed them.

This is why I don’t get to be a unicorn.
Those ponies have clotted cream and Chanel No. 5 for blood
and they don’t burn up like comets
with love that tastes like starving to death.
     And you, with your standup comedy knightliness,
covering Beowulf’s greatest hits on your tin kazoo,
you can’t begin to think through
     what it takes to fill up a body like this.
It takes everything pretty
and everything true
     and you stick yourself in a cave because
your want is bigger than you.

I just want to be
the size of a galaxy
so I can eat all the stars and gas giants
without them noticing
and getting upset.
Is that so bad?
                 Isn’t that
what love looks like?
                 Isn’t that
what you want, too?

I’ll make you a deal.
     Come close up
stand on my emeraldheart, my sapphireself
the goldpile of my body
     Close enough to smell
everything you’ll never be.

Don’t finish the poem. Not for nothing
is it a snake
that eats her tail
and means eternity. What’s a few verses worth
anyway? Everyone knows
poetry doesn’t sell. Don’t you ever feel
like you’re just
a story someone is telling
about someone like you?
                 I get that. I get you. You and me
we could fit
inside each other. It’s not nihilism
if there’s really no point to anything.

I have a secret
down in the deep of my dark.
All those other kids who wanted me
to call them paladins,
warriors, saints, whose swords had names,
whose bodies were perfect
as moonlight
     they’ve set up a township near my liver
had babies with the maidens they didn’t save
     invented electric lightbulbs
     thought up new holidays.
                             You can have my body
                             just like you wanted.
Or you can keep on fighting dragons
writing dragons
fighting dragons
re-staging that same old Cretaceous deathmatch
you mammals
always win.
                 But hey, hush, come on.
Quit now.
You’ll never fix
that line.
                 I have a forgiveness in me
                 the size of eons
                 and if a dragon’s body is big enough
                 it just looks like the world.
                             Did you know
the earth used to have two moons?

Simple Man

Originally posted by deanjackles

Summary: Reader has a break in one night and meets Officer Dean Winchester, the one person who might ruin everything…

Pairing: cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I hope you enjoy this first part of some gruff cop Dean…

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Hello there!

So you guys might have noticed it’s been a hot minute since my last masterpost. Well, worry no more… I’m back and finally here with yet another dose of some Evak fanfiction recs that y’all have been waiting and asking for! I’m keeping the rant short today, so without further ado - all the recs can be found under the cut & I hope you enjoy!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”.

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i can’t believe they named this episode’s villain “hazard” when they had the perfect opportunity to use the name “miss fortune”

Connected [Draco Malfoy x Reader, Modern AU]

A/N: this is the fluffiest shit i have ever written enJOY

Word Count: 5,008 (literally the longest imagine I’ve ever written)

Warnings: Cursing, unnamed time skips, MAJOR FLUFF, MODERN AU

Summary: Draco had ended it with (Name) years ago after being in a relationship for years. What happens when they reconnect in a hotel bar and live the scenarios they thought would never happen again after their separation?


Originally posted by fallingforamalfoy

Draco Malfoy.

What a bittersweet name.

Even after all of these years, his name still came up in her mind from time to time.

Everyone has that one ex who is always kind of just… There. They don’t leave your thoughts, but at the same time, there are no feelings that remain.

The two had the perfect relationship. (Name), being young and vulnerable, thought it was true love. And honestly…? Even now at the age of twenty-one, she didn’t doubt that it was anything but love she felt back then. The wonderful age of fifteen—my was it a time. Draco was the perfect boyfriend in her eyes—handsome, caring, protective but not overly… What had gone wrong..? He had showered her with love and she did the same to him, so she couldn’t really recall where everything went downhill.

Sure, he had girls falling for him left and right, but he would always shrug them off. He let (Name) have her space and she let him have his, but only when needed.

She remembered her parents were devastated when she announced their separation. They absolutely adored Draco. They always told her to marry someone like him—well off, strong, and kind. Draco had loved (Name’s) parents almost as much as she did.

Often she wondered how he was doing now. Was he engaged? Married? Single? Who knew. He went off to Harvard in Massachusetts (His father was quite proud of that) while (Name) went to Cornell University to pursue her dreams of becoming a research botanist. Right now she sat on a leather stool in New York City. Her college friends had decided to go four hours from Ithaca to enjoy everything the city had to offer while Spring Break was still going on. Even though (Name) opposed their offer to drink until they couldn’t see the floor and instead suggested ordering pizza in the hotel room, she was dragged to the hotel’s bar. Stupid college students and their drinking.

A black cocktail dress that clung to her figure and stopped mid-thigh made her look like she cared more than she actually did. Her makeup consisted of black winged eyeliner and deep red lipstick, along with light mascara and eyeshadow. The highlight her friend suggested made her cheekbones look perky and bright.

Her friends were with their boyfriends or boys they were in ‘flirtationships’ with (whatever that was), leaving her to herself.

She sipped on a glass of wine while scrolling absentmindedly through her phone contacts.

Her thumb stopped on a familiar contact name. 'Draco’.

Countless times she thought about calling or texting him, but she never did. All she wanted to do was catch up and talk about what happened.

….What exactly did happen?“

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Perfect Stranger

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Tom Holland X Reader

You’re staying in the same hotel as some famous actor that was visiting the same town as you and you have spent your night in the bar getting a liiittle more tipsy than you should have leading you to have great difficulty finding your room, but there is thankfully someone there to help you.

TW: Swearing, mention of alcohol, SMUT (+18)

Words: 1’288

A/N: Ok omg I tried to write a cute tom holland fic but here we are with smut and legit no body will read this but I triiiied!! Enjoy and sorry if this sucks, Im gonna try and write something less friggin smutty 

“Fuck.” you huffed after trying for the sixth time to open your hotel room door, but every time you swiped your key card the same annoying red light flashed. Just as you were about to give up there was a shuffle from behind the door and you were taken aback when someone opened your room door.
“Hello? Can I help you?” this tall dark and handsome man was staring at you looking utterly confused in his plaid pyjama pants and grey hoodie.
“I was just… uh.. trying to get into my room?” he seemed even more perplexed now.
“What are you doing in my room? You broke into my room!” you exclaimed taking a confident step into the doorway you stumbled, only slightly losing your footing as the handsome stranger held you up before you fell.
“This is my room darling, can I help you find yours?” his hands supporting you from your upper arm and shoulder he slowly directed you out of his room and into the hallway and you just let him trusting him way too much in your drunken, stumbling state.
“Do you even know where my room is?” you snickered as you kept moving along the never ending hallway “Yes, number 272. It’s written on your key card.” he answered as he continued to scan the doors we passed for your number. “Ooh well aren’t you a detective Mr. Sherlock!” you laughed and leaned on him some more hoping he would just support your weight for you. You found your way to a door that must have had the right number on it as he stopped abruptly and put the key in the door for you, when a green light finally flashed in front of you, you felt relieved.
You approached your vanity removing your bobby pins and hair tie, you then took off your necklace struggling only slightly, after spinning round you see the man studying your movements from the door “Well do come in! Thanks for brining me to the right room, would you like a drink from my mini fridge or some snacks just to say thanks?” he chuckled and look down with his curls falling onto his forehead “I’m all right thanks. Will you be ok here tonight?” he asked out of concern  “I think so, though I’d be better off in your room babe.” you looked him up and down before slowly sauntering over to him as his eyes widened.
“Would you unzip me love?” he gulped scanning your body up and down as you turned around. “S-sure darling.” he reached up and brought the zip down the length of your back and your breath hitched as you felt his breath on your neck “can I help you with anything else sweetheart?” he mumbled into your ear, pushing your hair out of the way leaning down to slowly kiss behind your ear “Mmm I’d like to thank you for helping me..” you spun around in his arms “Would you be okay with that?” you leaned in to softly kiss his jawline and slowly down to his neck “I would darling.”.
He grasped you by the waist lifting you onto him and wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked over and threw you on to the bed. He pulled off his sweater throwing it onto the ground  and then reached down for the top of your dress to drag it down and off your body, his lips following closely behind his hands. His lips brushed your collarbones and left their trace over your breasts and down your ribs as he removed your bra and they caressed down your stomach finally reaching their point of interest. He slipped his hand under the hem of your panties as he continued to kiss your hips and thighs
“Want me to take this off princess?” as he applied more pressure to the fingers circling your clit you moaned in response “Use your words for me, tell me what you want.“ you just wanted him, this perfect stranger. “Take me please just- Mmhh do whatever you want to me please.. please.” you were putty in his hands and he just fucking adored it, his fingers slipped from your clit to the entrance of your pussy as his other hand moved to take off your panties your moans couldn’t be contained as he just played you like an instrument, his lips ventured in between your thighs making his way painfully slowly to your centre, small pecks applied to your clit eliciting moans and whimpers growing slowly in volume.
He stood back up removing his fingers from your warmth to take off his pants and boxers climbing back onto the bed gripping you by the waist to move you under him as you reached down in between your warm bodies to run you hands along his dick, softly wrapping your fingers around him as he grunted softly, lust apparent between the two of you he took your hand and pinned it above your head along with your other arm, “I’m in charge princess” he smirked looking you in your eyes as he guided himself into your soft wet pussy.
He slowly stretched you forcing you to bite your lip, losing yourself to him with small whimpers from the pain and pleasure of being penetrated. His pace quickened, a need raging within you both as sweat dripped from his forehead now pressed against yours, he kissed you with all consuming lips leaving you entranced as he lifted back up to hold your hips while thrusting roughly into you “Has anyone ever told you your body is fucking perfect?” you were incapable of answering just moaning and pulling him back in for a kiss, tugging softly on his perfect hair hoping to mess it even more up. He moved his lips, perfectly in sync with yours, he put all his pent up passion into a single act, devouring your lips and moving down to your jaw and marking your neck "Fuck please keep going, you’re so fucking good at this.” your moans were continually more consistent as he brought you closer and closer to your edge “‘M close fuck please don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”.
His pace sped up to meet your climax, his hand snaking down to your clit rubbing rough circles around your clit pushing you closer and closer, and he could tell as your eyes shut and your mouth gaped open with moans and profanities tumbling from your lips. “Cum for me doll?” He asked but you could have sworn he growled making it sound a lot more like a demand, your hands gripped the sheets and ripped at the skin of his back moaning over and over as he drove you crazy finally pushing you over the edge as your eyes glossed over in pleasure seeing stars with a perfect stranger pounding you threw your orgasm dragging it out as long as possible until he finally pulled out still stroking himself as he leaned down to kiss you lips “You look so perfect when you cum princess.” he pulled away finishing himself off with quick strong strokes until he grunted and came onto your stomach with long thick white ropes of cum painting you like a canvas. He collapsed beside you, catching his breath as you both came down from wild highs he rubbed your thigh softly.
“Fuck thank you- wait what’s your name?” you sat up to look at him slightly shocked that you’d just had perfect mind-blowing sex without even knowing the name of your perfect stranger, he laughed introducing himself “I’m Tom, and you are?” “Y/N, nice to meet you Tom.”
“The pleasure is all mine angel.”

Another ficlet (under the cut!) of one of @obianidalasuggestion‘s prompts because they’re honestly too cute! In which Anakin has no shit together to speak of, Padme has a terrifying amount of shit together and Obi-Wan is constantly dying from this combination (stop giving him heart attacks guys be nice). And in which the author owes Ahsoka an apology and space bleach. 


As much as they love each other traveling as a group is always kind of a nightmare.

Padme has three different carriers for her wardrobe, a bag for diplomatic gifts just in case a civil war at breaks out on their beach resort planet, and another one for her concealed blaster collection.

Obi-wan is the kind of person who bought special luggage compartments to keep all his things organized in a compact carry case and doesn’t understand WHY his spouses won’t use the ones he bought for them.

Anakin throws his pajamas and maybe a granola bar in a plastic bag and calls it a day.

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rule!63 band of brothers au :: Johanna “Jo” Toye

             she was UNSTOPPABLE. 

      not because she did not have failures or doubts, 

but because she continued on despite them.

What Lies Underneath (Part Two)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 1,660

Summary: You can’t stand Tony Stark. But when your job is put on the line, you’re forced into isolation with him for several months.

Warnings: Tony being a cheeky asshole.

Author’s Note: I’ve been pleasantly surprised by all of the wonderful feedback I’ve gotten on the first part of this series! I’ll try to be as consistent with writing and posting as I can!

Part 1

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

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This is How Head Canons Die
  • SDCC17 Voltron Panel: Lance is the youngest sibling.
  • My HC of Lance's hothead younger sister joining the Garrison to find him, getting abducted by Galra when she finds Blue's former cave, getting rescued by and joining the Rebels, reuniting with Lance, ranting in Spanish, bonding with Keith, and developing a fulfilling romance with Pidge: Well shit.

We are still kids but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes