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Imagine Being Star-Lord’s Daughter and Wanting To Pet Rocket

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“Hey, hey!!!” Peter looked back into the Milano behind him to see his daughter, Y/N, trying to pet Rocket as he lounged in his seat.

“Watch the fur, kiddo!” he cried.

“But you’re so soft, Uncle Rocket!” you said, brushing a hand over his head anyway.

“I ain’t no stuffed toy!”

“Of course not,” you said as matter-of-factly as a five-year-old child could. “You’re a raccoon!”

“Raccoon? What’s a raccoon? Why has nobody told me what the hell a raccoon is yet?” Peter chuckled to himself as he watched, and he turned back around to face the front of the ship again.

“What’re you laughing about, Quill? What the hell is a raccoon? Freakin’ Terrans…”

(For @soccer-love-life-n-randomthingz​)

I know, I know, but the only thing I can think about when pondering all the BTS stuff about Magnus’ penthouse (besides the fact that they call it a fucking penthouse), is how many fucking couches, sofa’s, one seats, lounging chairs and other seating furniture Magnus has in there.

And Alec and Magnus are going to make out on ALL OF THEM.

Ok so first we have the black couch, which is obviously nr. 1, since it’s both the largest, and Alec has history with it, since he cleaned it once. (Although I think it’s a new one and not the same). Like, obviously half of all make-outs start there.

Then there is the blue one seater, which Alec is very fond of, because of the turquoise shirt Magnus wore so dramatically. Basically, turquoise is Magnus’ color, and Alec can’t resist him when he’s sitting in it. Not the most comfortable seat, but the elbow rests are low enough.

The yellow one is a challenge, because the pillows tend to move. But the arm rests are the perfect width for Magnus’ thighs to fit in next to Alec’s, so perfect for straddling. Once things heat up they need to move though.

There’s not a lot of free wall space in Magnus’ appartment, because he likes to decorate, but those pillars are all they need for their vertical make-outs. Best part is they can stumble from one to another, so it’s easy to switch between who’s pressed against the wall, leg hiked up, kissed breathless.

They tried the table once, but the table cloth was slippery, and butt prints are always a no-go, even if the butt they come from is an extremely attractive one.

Then there is this magical lounge chair. Like, look at it, it’s made for make-outs. Honestly, it’s made for sex. (I’m especially fond of it because it’s right next to the Chess Board, and in the Chess dating fic I’m currently writing they end up making out on the couch, and THIS ONE IS PERFECT.)

Alec’s favorite after the blue one.

Magnus realized Alec’s mission to Make Out On All The Things, and suddenly the furniture moves around! See evidence A), the flashy new red one seater, and the evidence B) the yellow seat that’s moved to join the chess board. I love this because Magnus alters his home according to his mood, and I am so here for it. (Also notice all the pillows which have disappeared for the most part in other shots? I’m thinking those were lost to the floor thanks to two giants trying to fit all their limbs on one piece of furniture).

After a little bit, they’re both kind of ready for a new challenge, cue all the other furniture.

They tried this once, but the seating was horrible so they ended up stumbling against the bookcase and then Magnus’ potions nearly fell. No more make-outs allowed. Alec still kisses Magnus gently on the forehead/cheek/lips when he brings him coffee after pulling an all-nighter in his library.

Their first movie together had a scene in it where someone wiped all stuff from someone’s desk as a romantic gesture. Magnus immediately warned Alec off to never ever do that. The first time Alec uses his desk to sleepily write a fire letter, wearing only one of Magnus’ shirts and his boxers, Magnus kind of gets swept away himself. He seats himself upon the desks, pulls Alec forward by magically moving his chair, and kisses Alec’s breath away.

Only Magnus gets to wipe his desk.

Besides The Mission To Make Out On All The Things, the biggest reason they stick around downstairs a lot, is because the staircase is not made to make out on. Shins, ankles, elbows, shoulders, everything has been bumped into the metal of the staircase at least a dozen times, while they try to make their way upstairs without stopping to kiss.

It’s the bane of Alec’s existence.

(Also, in the background, is that a spare bedroom? It’s not Magnus’ one because no reds, but it does look like a bed?)

And then, last but not least, there’s this one, which is possibly in Magnus’ bedroom, and which is just so soft looking and inviting, like honestly, it’s made for making-out.

Basically, I really love Magnus’ lair, there’s so much nooks and hidden places and so much personality, and I can’t wait for Alec and Magnus to have fun in it. And to write all the fic, because SO MANY POSSIBILITIES.

Allure

He lured you here.

Not intentionally, but still. With those eyes seemingly darker than any other. Those pink full lips that curled gorgeously over his teeth when he smiled. And those hands, every time he rubbed them together made you imagine what it would feel like to have them on you.

You blinked out of your trance realizing you were thinking about him way too much again. You looked around the large dancehall watching everybody move to the pounding beat. The DJ was shouting into the mic, hyping everyone up as he kept the music going.

Sighing, you dropped your chin into the palm of your hand as you sat idly by yourself in the lounge seat and stared out into the large crowd. Your friends that you came here with were somewhere in there having there fun without you. You came here for a purpose anyway which you were searching for in this club.

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You glanced at the clock again, checking it against the time on your phone. Was it really possible that every other student was late? It was fifteen minutes past. Sixteen. What the hell?

Professor Sanchez had his feet resting on his desk, lounging back in his seat and playing with his phone.

“Um… Professor?”

“Yeessss…?”

You hesitated and gave the door another pointless look. “Nobody else is here.”

“Observant.” Professor Sanchez sighed and sat up, bringing his sharp focus to you. He nodded to encourage you to come to him and templed his fingers under his chin. “…and?

“And… well, do you know why?” You spoke as you stood and made your way to his desk.

“Pro-proooobably because of that email I sent out about class be-eeuuughh-ing canceled.” He stood. The sleeves to his button-down shirt were rolled up to his elbows. You watched his fingers as he loosened his tie.

You snapped out of it to check your email. An empty inbox stared at you from your phone. “I didn’t get it,” you mutter. When you looked up, he was walking to you.

“Clearly.” He moved close, really close, pressing against your body and caging you in his arms, palms flattening against the desktop. “I never - never sent one to you.”

You willed yourself to stop staring at his throat and smirking lips and god, he was licking those lips, and his leg pushing between your thighs -

“Um,” you managed. He cradled the back of your neck with one large hand, the other smoothing over your ribs and slowly working up until his fingers brushed up against the swell of your breast.

“L-Let’s see how much extra credit you can take, babe,” he murmured.

A Ring

Fandom: Mass Effect - Shakarian

1431 words


Selene stepped out onto the patio, raising an arm to shield her eyes from the sun. Fully expecting it, she still winced when her bare foot touched the scorching hot sand. She moved with haste across the beach, sighing in relief when she practically fell into the lounge seat.

“You smell funny.”

Settling into her seat and rolling her eyes, she huffed, “Thanks, honey. Love you too.” She leaned over and handed Garrus his drink.

He accepted it with a laugh. “Just an observation.”

“It’s probably the sunscreen. Have to lather the stuff on or I burn easy.”

“If you’re gonna get burned alive, why are you wearing something like that?” He motioned to her swimsuit. “Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

“Well it sounds like complaining.” Shepard bantered. “By all means, I can change.” A smirk curled her lips as she took a sip. Garrus didn’t humor her with a reply, only made a noise in his throat. “Just enjoy this while it lasts.”

Garrus side-eyed a couple of other humans further down the beach as he said, “You do realize that we’re the saviors of the galaxy, right? We could ask for beach front property, and your government would give us a plot no questions asked.”

She scoffed, “Wouldn’t that ruffle the old vet’s feathers. A turian claiming prime real estate on Earth’s coasts.”

“I’m here to please.” He turned his head to her.

“You wanted to see Earth. This is the most expensive resort on the planet. We have a piece of beach reserved for just us. I’m here in my best swimsuit. And you’re still complaining.” Both laughed, enjoying the free banter thoroughly.

After the war, they were both extremely grateful for some down time, the entirety of the Normandy crew was. Once cleanup was done, and repairs were in full swing, everyone wanted some shore leave to breathe the air of their homeworld.
Selene had followed Garrus to Palaven at first, honestly wanting to distance herself from Earth. Just until the remains of the Citadel no longer hovered over her, like some kind of nightmare. She got to meet his father and sister, and helped them reastablish a home. At first, Solana was much more welcoming of her than the eldest Vakarian, but over the weeks, he warmed to Shepard as well.

Eventually, the comrades-in-arms, and friends, agreed that they would meet again, and truly celebrate life. The agreed destination… Earth; where the reapers had first attacked, and where they were forever defeated.

“Tali wants to hit the bar again tonight.” Selene said, tapping at her omnitool.

“She’s become a real alcoholic. I blame that party you threw a year ago.”

“You’re just being an ass to be an ass now, aren’t you?”

“I would never.”

Shepard snorted, finishing her drink and setting the glass down in the sand.
“Unless…” She crossed her arms on the arm of the chair as she turned to Garrus. “You just get jealous.”

“Of what?”

“The countless men, and women, I have swooning over me whenever we go out.” She quirked a brow.

He reciprocated the action with a brow plate.“You’re forgetting that… ah, what’s that saying you humans use?” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “We’re ‘in the same boat?’”

Shepard chuckled, nodding in acquiescence. “Guess you’re right. That krogan woman really was all over you last week. The scars are finally paying off.”

Garrus didn’t let that deter him, his mandibles only drooped in mock dreariness as he sighed, “Yeah, seems so.” He mirrored her position, leaning in towards her as well. “Though I had to turn her down. Had to tell her I already have an honorary krogan in my life.”

Selene smirked, inching closer. “That so?”
His voice dropped an octave. “Sure is. Caught myself the most badass and beautiful woman in the whole universe.”
Shepard couldn’t help the creeping blush and laugh that bubbled up out of her. She leaned in to peck his mandible before leaning back into her seat. Pulling up her messages again, she continued, “I’ll tell her we’ll meet tonight.”

Garrus leaned back, pleased with himself. “Just have to fend off the hoards of humans that are trying to get you to autograph their foreheads, or worse.”

“Hopefully that’s all they want, but luckily, you’ve equipped me with the perfect weapon to use against said hoards.” She lifted her left hand and wiggled her fingers. The sun made the tanzanite gemstone shimmer glamorously. “Wards off anyone that’s honorable, and leaves a good dent in those who aren’t.”

Garrus chuckled heartily, but his smile was warm. His tone was no longer as mischievous. “Well, after you got me that black widow rifle, I had to repay you somehow.”

Selene smiled back, her eyes soft. She lifted herself from her chair, and then seated herself back down into her lover’s lap. Her hand reached up to trace along his marred cheek. She placed her lips to his mouth, and whispered, “I love you, Garrus.”

“I’d hope so.” She smacked his chest, but still grinned. “I love you, too.” He kissed her back, enjoying the moment while it lasted.
She pulled away, having him trail after her until she was out of reach. “How about I go swim for a bit, and then we go back to our room to… calibrate… Then we get ready to go get shitfaced with our friends.”

Garrus rolled his eyes, sighing, “Really, it’s the rest of you who have the calibration obsession. I don’t know where I fit into it.”
“Is that a no?”

Another sigh, “You know me,” He grasped her hand and pulled her close again, nuzzling her neck, purring softly, “I always need my equipment calibrated.” There was a silence, a seagull shrieked somewhere in the sky. Eventually, Shepard couldn’t hide her wicked grin. “…Yeah… that was bad…”

“A real 'savor the last shot before popping the heat sink,’ hm?” She patted his hand.
Garrus just groaned. Selene laughed softly as she stood and stretched, and began on her way down the beach. He watched her as she walked, smiling back on those fond, if horribly embarrassing, memories. They’d come a long way since that night.

It’s hard to believe how much had changed, how much HE had changed. Hell, even Shepard. War and heartbreak shaped them anew, and even if Selene sometimes looked so lost when someone said the wrong thing, and it’s so utterly heartbreaking, he’s thankful for the last 3 years.

Without that hell of a war, he never would have left C-Sec, or met his squad, for whatever little time they had, or had the opportunity to travel the galaxy… or meet the most wonderful, gorgeous, honest-to-spirits best damn woman in the universe.
His eyes traveled to the glinting gem on her hand, and his mind wandered to that prime real estate on the beach they could buy. It didn’t have to be Earth, it could be Palaven, even Thessia or Rannoch. He’d follow her anywhere. Afterall, there’s no Vakarian without Shepard either.

Then, his visor lit up with an alert he hadn’t seen in months. He didn’t even have the chance to call out to her, barely out of his seat when Shepard went stock-still. Her back arched, and her fists clenched, every muscle in her body tensed. She fell to the sand.

Garrus couldn’t hear anything but the blood in his ears as he skid to her side. Convulsing, her eyes wide and blank. Her pulse skyrocketed, and then plummeted, and then repeated. He shouted her name. Human blood smells like iron, it stuck to the arms that held her, made them sticky and slick at the same time and made the sand below them blossom like a rose.

By the time the savior of the galaxy was shipped to the nearest hospital, the doctors announced her dead on arrival. He was shown the device that was fired into her, from long range. Presumably from a passing skycar.

Experts explained how it worked, how it disabled her amp, how it was specifically made to target every piece of Cerberus machinery in her body. It cycled each and every part through overload and useless repeatedly. The cybernetics implemented to rebuild her were set to actively destroy her body, eat away at anything and everything. She could not be saved, not even by another few billion credits.

Tali and Liara wondered why they were so late. Kaidan told them not to worry. James insinuated something scandalous.

Garrus carved another name into his visor.
A new ring around his rifle barrel.

Crossfire - 3

Chapter 2
Yoongi x Reader
Gang AU
Chapter 3 // Words: 1097


You sat rigidly as you drove down the bustling streets of Seoul, and you kept your eyes trained on the road in front of you. Thankfully, the man in the back seat had put down the gun soon after he had first pointed it at you, keeping his promise of not hurting you. But it did nothing to ease your anxiety. He lounged in the middle seat, the screen of his phone lighting the dark interior of your car. The man in the passenger seat seemed at ease as well, casually giving you directions as if you were just going to drop him off somewhere. Neither of them were anywhere near apprehensive as far as you could tell, and it made you feel a mix of frustration and fear.

You cleared your throat a little, and your voice wavered as you spoke tentatively. “I have cash in my purse, if that’s what you want.”

“It’s not your money we’re after,” the masked man in the passenger seat said plainly. “That would be a little too easy.”

You frowned. They must have some knowledge about you to know that you had money. But if not yours, who’s was he after? Your parent’s?

“What do you want from me? I’ll do whatever you want,” you pleaded.

“You’ll find out soon. Just keep your eyes on the road,” a higher pitched voice came from the back seat.

You let out a shaky sigh, your grip on the wheel tightening until your knuckles were white. You didn’t have a way out unless you crashed the car, but you ran the risk of injuring or even killing yourself. It started to sound like a preferable option, though, when they directed you off of the main road and onto a back alleyway. There were no other cars around, and the darkness was barely pierced by your headlights alone. Your heart beat painfully in your throat, and you had a hard time breathing, as if the dark was suffocating you. You wondered how your parents would be notified of your untimely demise that you assumed was going to happen in the near future.

It was silent for a long time, aside from your labored breathing. The two men seemed too relaxed for the position they were in. Was this not their first time kidnapping someone? It sent chills down your spine to think of what kind of people they were and what they planned to do with you. You dared to glance at the one in the passenger seat, and he kept looking from his phone and then back out the window. You wondered how he could possibly see through your tinted windows into the night with those sunglasses on. Somehow, it made him scarier.

The minutes dragged by too slowly, and you didn’t know how long you were driving. The only measurement of time you had was how your joints started to protest from clenching the wheel too tight, and your leg was tired from being pressed on the gas for so long. The adrenaline pumping through your veins kept you alert, but you wondered how long it would be until your body started to shut down. What if they made you drive until you passed out at the wheel and you drove into a ditch?

More time passed, and your eyelids started to grow heavy when you were jolted back to attention by one of the men’s voices, speaking a bit more urgently.

“There, turn left into that driveway.”

You didn’t see what he meant until it was right next to you. You did as he said, slowing down the car as you pulled into a small, vacant parking lot. There were two street lamps, one at either end that showed off the cracked pavement and faded parking lines. There was a black sedan parked in the middle, and it seemed completely empty from the lack of light inside.

“Go pull up next to it and turn off the engine.”

You rolled up a good ten feet away from the other car, and you killed the engine. Your heart rate picked back up - you questioned if they could hear it since your blood pounded so loudly in your own ears - as you sat in the dark Camaro, not knowing what was waiting outside. The stranger next to you reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt for you, and you were caught off guard by the quick motion. Suddenly, your door opened, and a strong hand grabbed your arm and yanked you out of the driver’s seat.

You stumbled as your feet hit the blacktop, unable to adjust to the dark night before more pairs of hands were grabbing you and dragging you towards the black sedan. You immediately started to struggle against your restraints, kicking and thrashing any way you could. Your foot made contact with something, and you heard a groan and felt the grip on your arms loosen. You thought you had an opening to run for it, but someone - how many people were helping the two strangers that hijacked your car? - gripped you around the waist securely and pressed a damp cloth against your face. Instinctively you tried to take a breath, and a sweet smell filled your nostrils. You regretted it, though, because your head began to spin and you felt incredibly heavy. You held your breath and  weakly pushed against the arms holding you, as you were not about to give up. But your limbs gradually stopped responding, and your lungs screamed for air. You had to give in and breathe again, inhaling more of the chemical that soaked the cloth pressed against your nose.

As your eyes involuntarily shut, you felt soft lips move against your hair, hot breath flowing over your ear. You faintly heard a deep voice whispering to you to just relax as you slipped from consciousness. It was very, very familiar to you. You struggled to open your eyes, to get a glimpse of what you hoped did not match your imagination. In your mind you saw a vivid picture of messy blond hair and a sweet smile on a porcelain face. The arms around you tightened as your body went limp, but they weren’t sinister; instead, they were supportive and secure. You thought you were going loopy from the drugs. The voice grew farther and farther away, but you heard the exact same words that had lulled you to sleep not 24 hours ago loud and clear.

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

That was the last thing you knew before your world went completely black.

Chapter 4

wow it’s been way too long but i finally have a part 3 to my blind!dean/coffee shop au!! i’m so sorry friends ive been super blocked lately. and busy. anyway if u haven’t read the others here’s one and two. please read on and stuff!!!


Dean was sitting right where Castiel last saw him, lounging in his seat, tapping his fingers on the table. Castiel wondered if he was beating out a rhythm to a song. What kind of music did Dean Winchester like?

Castiel walked up to the table, taking copious amounts of deep breaths on the way there. This date was happening. He knew this date was happening, and he couldn’t feel his fingertips. He grasped his hands together, and stopped just short of where Dean was sitting. The tapping on the table seized, and Dean turned in his seat, looking in the direction of where Castiel was standing. Standing, frozen, like a moron.

“So are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna pull up a chair?” Dean was apparently always aware that it was Castiel he was talking to. So he did have super senses. There was no other explanation.

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The Long Drive Home

First time posting via tumblr. Not a Jack-focused fic. Treat me gently. AO3 here

(I would shout out to an obvious tumblr Jerevin fan which I’ve been stalking following but I’m a bit too shy.)


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“I’ve got another one.” The blonde said from his spot in the back, lounging out on his seat and tapping an empty water bottle against his knee. There was a case of bottles by his feet, but he still seemed content to hold his empty one. He shifted, and Jeremy couldn’t help but glance back, seeing the loose clothes bunch a little around the lean brit.

“Alright.” The ex-gymnast said, eyes focusing back on the road. It would be a lie to say that he was remaining professional, but they were on day two now of a long ass drive and he was certain that the other man was going to keep talking anyways. At least his stupid questions made the hours go by.

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youngone20  asked:

If I would go to the movie with you instead of receiving head, I would eat the hell out of your kitty till you squirt and give you pleasure screams though 👅😘💋❤

That would be a great time… but well I hope the theater is empty. With the new lounge seats not a lot of ways to hide. But the fantasy is GREAT!!