metal buckles

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how much noise Yang Xiao Long must make whenever she moves.

I mean…. 

New jacket? Zipper.

Boots? Zip ‘em up. 

New sleeve thingies? zIPPERS

ZIPPERS, BELT BUCKLES, WHO NEEDS A SCARF GET ME A TRAVEL PILLOW WITH A METAL BUCKLE..

ZIPPERS, ZIPPERS, AND MORE ZIPPERS.

And that’s ON TOP of a robo arm, to boot. 
Can you just imagine? Yang Xiao Long, charging into battle, and all her enemies can hear….

JANGLE JANGLE JANGLE JANGL E

This child has an obscene amount of metal on her, even if you don’t count the arm. 

Mile High

**NOT MY GIF**

Logan Howlett X Reader

A/N: rip me oml

Words: 2.4K

Prompt: It’s filth man. Pure, unadulterated filth.

Warnings: it’s smut yo, thigh-riding, unprotected sex ( IT WOUDLN’T BE A SHOCK IF YOU WRAPPED UR COCK )  need for holy water, swearing, i think that’s it? maybe? possibly? idk I’m too focused on logan pray 4 me

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Stryker was an absolute son of a bitch. That much was fact.

Two missions over the span of a week had you pissed beyond limits. Sitting stiffly on one of the seats with the belt strapped tightly around you, rendering you nearly immobile, you kept your eyes focused on your feet, thinking about why you had even wanted to join the general’s secret band of misfits.

Little did you know how Logan was looking at you, with his nostrils flared and jaw clenched as the jet shook lightly from turbulence. He buried his head in his hands, a soft, barely audible groan leaving his lips.

“Will you guys shut the fuck up?” You demanded, growing annoyed at the banter, glaring at Wade’s remark to Victor about his ‘fingernails of a bag lady.’

It was then that you noticed how uncomfortable Logan looked, his eyes glazed over and hands clasped tightly together.

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Ask Nicely

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Headcanon requestSam (or Jared 😉) with a Daddy kink please and thanks you 🙏🏼  - @spontaneousam

Word Count: 2,530

Warnings: all the smut, daddy!kink, dom!Sam, a little bit of edging, oral sex (female receiving), Sam’s monster cock, cursing, dirty talk, tiny bit of breeding!kink, barely any plot. *shrugs* fluff at the end, though, as per usual, a touch of angst.

A/N: I went with Sam, since I’ve written two Jared pieces recently. Plus, this seems more along the lines of a Winchester thing. I have never written daddy kink before, at least not like this. Holy wow. I hope this is okay. I’m really nervous about posting this. Also decided to add this to my Smut-entine’s Day masterlist because I included a few kinks in here. This shit is fucking raunchy. I’m not sorry. 

You flinched as the door slammed shut and Sam’s boots pounded toward your bedroom. Pulling the towel from your hair, you ran your fingers through it quickly. You hadn’t gotten dressed yet, Sam would be happy about that at least. He threw your door open without knocking, whatever, it was his room too.

“Hey, you okay?” You took a tentative step in his direction before he closed the gab between the two of you and crashed his lips into yours.

“No.” He spoke between kisses.

You let it go, not wanting to push the issue. The hunt had gone bad somewhere along the lines, that much you could tell. Sam’s mouth was hot, and he smelled like beer. His kisses were needy and demanding, and you knew what was coming next.

“Gonna make you mine, baby girl.” He grunted, hoisting your legs up around his waist before tossing you back onto the bed. “Lose the towel.” He stood at your feet.

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Vogue Hombre  Jared Leto  Translation Part 2

In case anyone else was curious as to what the side columns and captions were saying, I translated those too. 

Thanks to @she-dreams-of-leto for requesting it! 

Pictures taken from: @mars-avenue (Last picture from @jared-leto-news because some of the words were cut off and I wanted the full picture) 

Translation by me. 

Top left: Total momentum. Men’s fashion invites you to a seductive change. 

Bottom Left: Jared Leto. The talent and the rebelliousness have been key for the musician and actor who has broken all boundaries. 


Left side: Without anything to detain him, Jared Leto has conquered all platforms that he has worked for [singing, acting, directing, etc.] In the fashion world, Alessandro Michele considers him a person capable of encompassing the essence of the fragrance Gucci Guilty Absolute.


Caption in the picture, bottom left corner: Breaking the norm without anything to hold him back! Light silk coat with embroidered details and a cotton t-shirt with the Gucci logo on it, both items from Gucci.


Between the collage of pictures: Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin, Gucci Guilty Absolute, sunglasses by Carrera. 

Below the collage: Timeless spirit. We zoned into Jared Leto’s mystical and most personal universe in which he shared some details that have great meaning in his life. Sport: Rock climbing; Animal: wolves; Album: Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin; Fragrance: Gucci Guilty Absolute; City: Los Angeles; Fetish: Sunglasses.

Top Left: Genius figure. T-Shirt, sweatshirt, and poncho all from Gucci. Previous post: Jacket, sport pants, knit beanie, and platform sneakers, all from Gucci. In this picture: Hair by Gregory Russel / The Wall Group; Styled (hair) by Jamie Taylor / The Wall Group; Producer: Joy Asbury / Joy Asbury; Production: Tommy Roomers / Joy Asbury; Assistants of Photography: David Swanson and Kieth Coleman; Media assistant: Andrew Sauceda. 


Bottom Right: Dark romance. Three piece tuxedo and an extra large bowtie, socks, and shoes with a metal buckle, all from Gucci. Previous page: sweater, cotton t-shirt, pants and beanie all from Gucci. 

korealchemist  asked:

Hey, how have you been doing! I ADORE the baby headcannons and was wondering if you could do the opposite? I've been feeling down and need some comfort BAD. How would Soldier 76, Genji, Reinhardt, and Roadhog react if their pregnant s/o had a miscarriage? How would they try to heal? I really appreciate it and bless your heart, please and thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

((So angst is the name of the game this time! I don’t know why but hurting just feels right so I’m glad I got this request~! You are welcome and thanks for requesting!))

Soldier: 76

-He wasn’t a young man anymore, he had seen and experience loss. From agents to friends or family, he had grown used to the pain of losing someone who meant something to him. But this…this was an entirely new pain

-He isn’t tears or anger, he’s empty like he just doesn’t know what to say. Just when he’s gotten used to the world taking so much, he thought things had gotten better. He had you and you were going to bring a child into the world…and then for whatever reason, the fates had decided to take something away from him again.

-He is by your side and holding your hand tight as can be but the light is gone from his eyes. He’ll hold you while you cry and shush you and smooth his hand over your hair but he is just lost on how to deal himself.

-He talks with Angela about what would happen over the next few days, what, if anything would need to be done and keeps himself together while you slowly crumble apart

-When the both of you are back home and you are finally resting, he kind of wanders around the space of your apartment before his hand settles on one of the first thing you had gotten him to celebrate being a new dad

-He holds it in his hands and thumbs it around before he finally cracks and begins to break down and cry, just painful heart wrenching sobs. You, unable to stay asleep wake up and find him and your arms wrap around him and the both of you cry together. 

-Healing is a slow process for the both of you, but you do it together. The both of you talk softly, express things and if it comes to it seek out some professional help but you both are there for one another constantly.

Genji

-He never thought that he would have children so when he heard the news he was unabashed in showing his joy. He is much more contained when Angela delivers the news that neither one of you want to hear.

-A part of the old Genji slipped out, the part of him that was quick to express his emotions; disbelief and then anger tossed Angela’s way before he feels your hand slip into his. You know what this is, you know he can’t help it

-He is ashamed at first but his arms wrap around you tight, his mask off, his forehead pressed to yours as he hushes your apologies and you hush his, Angela leaves you two alone so you can console and comfort one another

-He feels emotionally raw but he doesn’t want to leave your side, he feels the need to hold onto you because he needs some kind of physical proof that he isn’t going to lose you as well. He knows that it makes no sense but you need him there, need his touch as badly as he needs to touch you

-When you fall asleep that night after hours of tears and behind held, Zenyatta is there for the both of you, stating that he could sense the disquiet in the both of you but thought it not right to intrude until the next day. Genji is deep in meditation when you wake but he comes out of it only to pull you to him, onto his lap and ask you to meditate with him

-It’s not an instant fix but it is something, the understanding of loss and gain, life and death, endings and beginnings spoken to you in the tranquil way that only Zenyatta can manage helps to start the healing process.

Reinhardt

-You’d never seen the man as quiet or somehow so small as when Angela delivers the news, his massive shoulders and posture deflating, his brilliant blue eye glassy and dazed, voice infinitely softer than normal

-His hand slips into yours, an almost shy, fearful action, afraid that he might break you–or maybe it’s himself–if he squeezes you too tightly right now, his eyes slipping closed as he releases a broken breath

-This man feels deeply and intensely, his anger and happiness just as potent as his anguish and sadness. But it isn’t low sobs, it’s shuddering breaths of disbelief and pain. You stand and wrap your arms around him, pressing his face into your chest, resting your cheek on top of his head. Threading your fingers through his hair, you feel more than you hear his breakdown, tears soaking your shirt as your own dampens the top of his head.

-It takes him a moment until he crushes you to him, the both of you holding onto each other as a tether, allowing the pain to run its course but not lingering too far from one another. He is there for you in those random bouts of volatile emotions; the anger at seemingly benign things, the tears. You are there for him as well, bringing him back when his gaze gets far away and distant, wiping away the tears that well up in both of his eyes.

-He is quick to process through everything, but in the same moment the both of you do not forget the pain that you had felt, the loss. But he reminds you of the joy that you felt at the news, the distant possibility of trying again, of the love that he holds for you and will always hold for you. He has learned it is not best to linger on pains but he also knows that you should never forget them

Roadhog

-As Angela deliver the news, you hear the sound of his breath hitching for a moment before it returns to that slow, deep breaths that were a comforting white noise to you. The sound of metal bending and buckling punctuated the sound of the room, his hands tightening on the metal armrest in his room.

-Turning your head up to look at him, you expected some betrayal of emotion in his eyes behind the mask; anger, sadness, confusion…but there was an eerie calm behind those gray eyes of his, an understanding tinged with a subtle layer of pain

-He gathers you up with a grunt and takes you back to your room, pushing the mask up and off of his face and settling in front of you. He doesn’t say anything as he sits you down, still crying, in front of himself. He takes both of your hands into his massive ones, thumbs rubbing the entirety of your forearm in a slow, soothing motion

-As you calm down and study his face, you can tell that the look on his face, the motions that he is going through are the actions of a man that has been through this before, that has faced this specific kind of loss before. It is why when he heard the news he was hopeful, but knew better than to expect something other than the worst. (If you are a fellow Junker) You both had been through this in the past but you both had been hoping…praying that maybe this would be different

-You catch him at times, staring forlornly at the pachimari you had gifted him when the news had been found out and had made it to eight weeks in, the period of time that you finally felt safe celebrating the news

-He is neither over it nor dwelling on it, it happened and he has to keep forging forward especially for you and with you because he still has that lingering hope that one day things will turn out as they should be, like they could be

Divided: Part 21

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst, blood, violence 

Word Count: 3160

Summary: You and T’Challa arrive in Siberia to find your teammates already engaged in combat.

Authors Note:  As I updated a week or two ago, I have been going through a lot of difficulties lately, and having a bit of a rough time with it. Because of this my free time and my writing ability has suffered. A lot of the reason that this has taken so long is because I suffered a lot of anxiety about returning and being good enough after taking such a hiatus. But this is my attempt to get back in the game, so hopefully you enjoy it <3  I always love hearing from you all, so drop a line with thoughts or predictions!  Tagging is open, just ask, if you are on my tag list and your username has changed PLEASE let me know!

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 


Your legs twitch nervously as T’Challa’s fingers flick at the controls, landing his plane smoothly on the ground. Within an instant, you unclasp your buckle and rise to your feet, your breath catching in your chest as you spot Steve and Bucky’s stolen quinjet a few yards ahead.

You hurry towards the weapons lining the side wall of the plane as T’Challa moves quickly beside you, his hand catching your wrist as you reach for one of the many knives.

“Relax your Highness,” You roll your eyes as you attempt to twist out of his grip, his hand holding firm, “I’m not grabbing for you… whether I like it or not, you and I are on the same side now.” You huff as he releases you, shaking his head slowly.

“Oh no… you are staying here, young one.” His low voice instructs you, a veiled threat present in his tone. “I will be retrieving Barnes on my own, I do not need you interfering again to save your boyfriend.”  

You breathe slowly, trying to curb your frustration as the clock ticks onwards, precious seconds being wasted in an argument. For all you know, the assassins could have already killed your friends and escaped.

“Look. I get it. You don’t trust me. But right now we are up against a much larger danger. You think my ‘boyfriend’ is a threat? Inside these walls there are 5 super assassins that my team is going up against. We are drastically outmatched, but at least if you bring me along we don’t have to be outnumbered.” You speak quickly, the exasperation in your tone making your agitation clear as your foot taps in annoyance, every second wasted allowing more room for loss.

T’Challa stands for a moment, considering you, “Very well, suit up.” You heed his words, hurriedly selecting your weapons as you replenish the holsters of your tactical suit. He places his helmet on as he moves towards the back of the plane, firmly hitting a button to descend the ramp.

You follow swiftly after him, your legs twinging painfully at the speed of your movement, you hurriedly hide your wince of pain as you fall into step beside T’Challa, your footfalls muffled by the soft snow beneath your boots.

You slowly approach the steel doors that had been left ajar by the previous visitors. Suddenly T’Challa’s plane exudes a large amount of exhaust, the unexpected sound causing you to whip around, your defenses trained for enemy fire.

In a moment, T’Challa had sped from your side, moving swiftly towards the steel doors, bending them solidly shut behind him as the lock clicks into place, leaving you barred on the outside.

“HEY!” You shriek, your fist beating angrily against the cold, rusted steel. “T’Challa! You idoit! What the fuck are you doing?”

“I am sorry young scorpion, but I believe I am doing what is right, I cannot have you interfering.” His words fall swiftly through the door as they fade.

Your hands beat harshly against the metal, willing it to buckle beneath your fervent fists as a slew of profanities tear from your lips.

You stare at your blocked entrance through frustrated tears. Taking a few deep breaths, looking around quickly, seeking any indication of an alternative way in.

Escape hatch. You think fleetingly, beginning to climb up the snow mound by the side of the door, seeking to get on top of the fortress.

With so much underground they would need alternative ways out. I just have to find one… Your foot slips slightly as you scale the wall, using your knives to push hand holds into the firm snow. After a bit of difficulty, you pull yourself to the top, seeing a handful of large launching pads dispersed throughout the flat roof, but no clear manholes.

You move tentatively, unsure of your footing or what defenses may be present. Suddenly the ground shakes beneath you, causing you to crouch down, steadying your balance on the slippery snow, the deafening sound of an explosion below causing your heart to pound fervently.

Suddenly you see something in the distance, a man in a long black jacket emerging from the white ground. You react quickly as he begins to run.

“Hey!” you yell, moving hastily on his tail. But your attention is briefly diverted as the ground shakes once more, causing you to lose your footing, sending you sliding to your knees, stopping only feet from a large launch hatch that was suddenly opening.

Frantically rising to your feet, you dodge the snow debris falling from the door of the hatch. As it opens you can hear the sound of yelling faintly over the whine of the metal gears.

Without thinking you begin running towards the large hole, stopping short as you gaze down the maze of grates lining the wall. You watch as a large dark figure jumps across from grate to grate, his metal arm catching himself as he pulls his body up onto the platform.

Without a moment of hesitation, you scamper down the ladder, not thinking of anything else but reaching Bucky. Jumping from the middle rung, you hit the platform firmly, allowing your knees to bend as you absorb the shock of the landing.

Hurriedly turning around, you see Stark collide forcefully with Bucky, sending him sprawling backwards onto a lower platform. “BUCKY!” You scream, looking down on him, running hurriedly along the wall of platforms as you try to get to him.

“Stark Stop!!” You plead as Bucky looks up to you, leaving himself vulnerable for a moment,

“Scorpion, this is your final warning, stay out of it.” You gasp as Stark takes the cheap shot, sending a blast straight at Bucky. Steve appears just in time, placing his shield up in front of Bucky as the shot reverberates back at Stark, knocking him against the opposing wall.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky yells up to you, fear and joy warring for dominance across his features as he moves quickly from Steve, climbing the walls and platforms, ascending to you.

You kneel down, watching him climb up to you as Stark rises to his feet once more, resuming his pursuit. “Watch out!” You yell, attempting to give a warning, but Steve reacts first, wrapping a thin wire around Starks neck as he jumps towards the ground, dragging Tony with him.

Your attention switches quickly back to Bucky, speaking words of encouragement as you watch him make large and dangerous jumps, every moment coming closer to you. “Come on!” You shout as you hear Cap’s shield clatter to the ground, just as Bucky makes a particularly risky jump to the platform you are kneeling on.

His fingers dig into the grate as he hangs below, you frantically fumble your hands along his back helping to pull him up. Within an instant you are both on your feet and frantically climbing, hopping the few more platforms to the ladder.

He begins to climb ahead of you, both of you frantically scaling the rungs with speed. You scream as the hinge abruptly explodes beside you, Stark’s missile coming in firm contact as the door groans, collapsing downwards.

You drop down hurriedly, ducking into the shelter of the ladder as Bucky jumps to the opposite wall, both of you narrowly avoiding debris from the blast.

“Y/N!” You hear him cry out in concern as you shift into a crouched position, coming into eye contact as you both realize that you are trapped.

Stark rises swiftly between you, going after Bucky as he ferociously swings a large pipe from the debris. Your hands scramble hurriedly around you, reaching for fragmented bits of concreate as you begin to send a barrage of flying objects at Stark.

But to no avail, Stark moves swiftly, locking his arms around Bucky’s neck before speaking clearly to him as you scream, pleading with Tony to release him. “Do you even remember them?” He asks forcefully.

You fall into silence as you watch Bucky’s face, pain and regret flashing across his features. “I remember all of them.” He speaks slowly, struggling to breathe as Tony’s metal limbs wrap around him.

“Tony please.” You beg, tears falling from your eyes once again. “No!” You scream, as Stark flies down taking Bucky with him. You jump without thinking, adrenaline pulsing through you as you fling yourself at Stark’s back, wrapping your limbs around him and clinging on for dear life as the three of you fall down the shaft.

“Y/N!” Steve yells as he jumps across, catching you around the waist, causing you to dislodge and slam back against the wall, coming to rest painfully on a platform, gasping for air at the impact.

Bucky, Tony, and Steve fall quickly, the force of Steve’s contact causing their bodies to ricochet against the wall, sending Bucky flying to a platform a few floors beneath you. Groaning, you roll onto your stomach, pushing yourself to all fours as you look down at Bucky, breathing with a sigh of relief as you see him moving.

He makes eye contact with you, as you nod, reassuring him that you are alright. You rise hurriedly, dropping down each platform, silently working your way towards him. He quickly rises to all fours as he looks down at Steve.

“This isn’t going to change what happened.” Steve’s soft voice reverberates up the shaft, echoing in the cavern.

“I don’t care.” Tony says firmly, standing in opposition to Steve. “He killed me mom.” You gasp audibly as Stark flies forward at Steve, Bucky’s eyes connecting with yours as you drop to the platform next to him, taking a large jump onto the one he was standing on.

His arms wrap firmly around you, catching your momentum as you wince painfully at the impact on your abused legs. “I…” He whispers, the tentative tone of an excuse coming.

“Not now love.” You whisper placing a sharp kiss to his lips to let him know where your head was. “I know.” Your fingers quickly ghost over his jaw as you move to the adjacent platform, retrieving Steve’s shield as you move down towards your Captain.

“No,” Bucky says firmly, pulling the shield out of your hands as you both scramble downwards, “You’re hurt enough. Please stay out of harm’s way. I’ll protect him… Old habits die hard I guess.” He shrugs sheepishly as he turns from you.

Before you can argue, Bucky jumps the last few feet to the battle below, raising the shield high above his head as he brings the edge crashing down into Stark’s back. Stark responds immediately sending a blast that reflects off the shield and comes flying up towards you as you narrowly dodge it.

You watch from a safe distance as Bucky throws the shield back to Steve, knowing full well that you would be more of a nuisance at this time, with your weakened state and the ineffectiveness of your weapons against Stark’s iron shield.

You watch helplessly as the two super soldiers take on their friend, working seamlessly to double team him and drop him quickly to his knees.

As elated as you want to feel at them grabbing the upper hand, the constant twinge of heartbreak still tears through your body as you remember who is in the suit.

Then suddenly the hand shifts, Steve catches a blast to the stomach and is thrown backwards, leaving Bucky to take on Stark alone. You cannot stand idly by as he takes hit after hit, you move quickly descending to the main area as Bucky regains the upper hand, ferociously slamming Stark against the wall, his metal hand digging into the core of Tony’s suit.

You stop in your hurried movements, frozen as you rush forward, watching the animalistic tendency taking over the man you love. The hardened heart of the beaten and broken assassin burning through.

“Bucky! Bucky stop!” You cry, but he cannot hear you, his own savage scream drowning out your plea. With a sudden blast of light, he is thrown backwards, coming to land harshly on his knee, his eyes wide with shock as his gaze falls on the smoking exposed wires where his metal arm just was.

You move quickly, stepping between Stark and him as Stark raises his hand once again. “Move!” Tony hollers at you, but you stand firmly blocking his path to Bucky as he tries to aim around you. You rush forward your hands reaching for the blaster on his palm as you try to deflect him.

“Tony! Tony, stop! Please! STOP!” You plead rapidly, as you try to block him, “MOVE!” He screams once more trying to push you aside, but you hold on tighter, refusing to step aside.

With one quick motion, Stark’s arm sweeps against your waist, catching you painfully right along the ribs as the strength of his blow sends you flying back against the ramp. You hit the concreate painfully, your head smacking forcefully to the ground as you roll down to lie at the base of the ramp.

Your vision is blurry as you see Bucky fly forward once more, Starks blast coming into contact with him. You fight against the swimming sensation in your brain, you try helplessly to rise to your knees once more, as Steve rushes forward, his shield deflecting the oncoming blasts from Tony, protecting Bucky once again, sending light deflecting throughout the enclosure.

Your vision blurs again as Steve engages Tony in combat, your eyes scan roughly along the ground, spotting Bucky, seemingly unconscious, a few feet from you. You fight to get to your knees again, but your consciousness is swimming in and out. You close your eyes as your bloodied cheek presses to the cool concrete.

“He’s my friend.” You hear Steve’s plea, drifting to your deafening ears as if in a distant room. “So was I.” Tony responds, his voice becoming clearer as you force your eyes open again, seeing Tony slam hit after hit into your Captain’s face as Bucky stirs slowly behind him.

You raise your head as Stark grabs Steve by his straps, throwing him roughly against a pillar, “Stay down. Final warning.” Stark snarls, standing threatening in front of Steve.

You watch as your Captain struggles to his feet, falling roughly back into fighting stance. His perseverance inspiring you once more as you press your palms firmly to the ground and push back onto your knees, yelping quietly when a sharp pain stings your side as you breathe.

“I could do this all day.” Steve breathes heavily, raising his fists once more as your vision swims again, your hands gripping harshly at the floor as the world seems to move around you. You know you have pushed your body to its limits, and unlike the super soldiers surrounding you, you were unable to recover so quickly.

You watch helpless as Stark prepares another blast for Steve, but Bucky moves instinctively, grabbing at Starks ankle and subsequently receiving a sharp kick to the face as he falls backwards to the ground.

If nothing else had been able to force clarity back into your head, the site of the blood trickling from Bucky’s face had done the trick. You moved quickly, ignoring the intense pain in your side with every breath or movement.

You grit your teeth as your body threatens to lose consciousness. In the moment that Stark was distracted by your and Bucky’s sudden movements, Steve is able to step forward and gain the upper hand, raising the iron man high above his head before throwing him forcefully against a pillar.

Steve moves on top of Tony trapping him down, as you hurry over to Bucky, touching his face softly as his eyes try to focus on you. “Come on, baby. Buck. Bucky! We have to get you out of here, come on, come on!” You whisper fervently your pleas falling on deaf ears.

His remaining hand rises up to meet your face, his warm fingers wiping at the sticky blood dribbling down your cheek. You press into his touch as your tears mix with the dirt and blood, creating clear tracks down your cheek.

You turn your attention to Steve, knowing that you did not have the strength to move Bucky on your own.

Your Captain had retained the upper hand, but with each hit the ferocity of his movements were mimicking Bucky’s lack of control, with each contact he was chipping away at what had always made him your Captain.

“Captain,” You call out, allowing Bucky’s hand to drop from your face as you rise with difficulty to your feet. Steve continues in his abusive, repetitive action, ramming the shield with malice into Starks mask, exposing Tony’s fearful face as he raises the shield once more.

“Steve!” You yell, your hand coming in contact with his shoulder as he looks up at you, his eyes black and wild with desperation. With a final growl, he crashes the shield into Tony’s chest, falling sideways off him as you all remain still for a moment, shocked by the deterioration of what was once a team.

“Tony… I…” You whisper regretfully as you extend a hand to Steve, pulling him roughly to his feet as you stagger on your own. Tony closes his eyes and turns away from you, small tears seeping from the corners of his eyes. He rolls onto his side as Steve steps beside you retrieving his shield and wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you on your feet, before he moves past you to pull Bucky to his.

“Tony… I’m so sorry.” You whisper as you kneel beside him, reaching for his shoulder and helping to pull him into a more upright position. His eyes connect with yours, his expression softening slightly as he looks at your tear stained cheeks. Tear tracks having carved pathways in the fresh blood painted along the side of your face, as bruises quickly formed beneath your skin.

“I never wanted you to get hurt.” He whispers, his gaze falling from you once again as he falls back on his arm. “I…”

“Y/N.” Steve speaks firmly. Stark’s gaze rises to Steve once more, as he stands there looking coldly down at him, supporting Bucky by his side.

“That shield doesn’t belong to you.” Stark spits, as you rise hesitantly to your feet, retreating over to Steve and Bucky as you loop your arm around Bucky’s waist to help him. Steve turns you all away as Tony bellows after him, “You don’t deserve it. My father made that shield!”

Steve stops, causing Bucky to stumble beside you. You glance to your Captain, seeing that the clear blue of his eyes had returned as he looks ahead in sadness. With a deep sigh, he drops the shield beside him, the clatter of the metal providing a finality to the confrontation, as if a door had sealed shut.


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Adorned By Hours

[AO3]

“Looking for something?”

She starts at his voice, and the moment she turns to face him, her eyes lock on the watch that he extends to her. She huffs out a shaky breath, and a smile spreads across her face wider than any he’s ever seen from her. He tries not to wonder why the sight of it and the knowledge that he put it there makes his stomach flip.

Two times Bellamy returns Clarke’s father’s watch to her, and one time he doesn’t.


The first time he notices it, Bellamy is kneeling over a sorry looking pile of wood, vigorously moving his hands back and forth over a stick in a futile attempt to start a fire. He’s been at the task for nearly an hour, his palms rubbed raw and colored an angry red, and he can feel frustration pooling at the pit of his stomach. He swears under his breath when the twig snaps against the wood beneath it yet again, and he reaches for a new one.

He doesn’t look up when she kneels next to him.

“Hey,” Clarke says, and he bristles at the amount of pity she’s able to fit into one syllable.

“I don’t want your help.”

He hears her sigh, his eyes never leaving the spot where wood meets wood, rubbing even faster in the hopes that smoke will appear. It doesn’t.

“That stuff is too damp,” she says. “It’ll take a few more days before we stop feeling the effects of that rain storm.”

He doesn’t answer, hands working ever harder and making his shoulders burn with the effort. It’s been a long day, and he can feel the chill in the air that warns of the coming winter. He knows that if they don’t find better shelter, better blankets, more plentiful food sources, if he can’t figure out how to make a goddamn fire, surviving the Grounders won’t matter. They’ll freeze to death before the Ark ever has a chance to make it to the ground.

Clarke places a hand softly over one of his, finally bringing it to a stop.

“Bellamy.”

The glint of sunshine off its glass is what brings his attention to it, reflecting a patch of light onto his own dark skin just next to it. The watch is loose on her wrist, allowing it to slide a bit further down the fair skin of her arm until it catches just above a small freckle that peeks out from beneath her shirtsleeve. Though the fabric of the band is frayed and the glass is cracked, it’s still more luxurious than anything his family would have dreamed of affording on the Ark.

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Hickey

Requests: 

  1. COULD YOU DO NUMber 46 WITH LAFAYETTE
  2. 21 with Tjeffs or Laffy Taffy? ❤️🇫🇷 
  3. It’s no problem! Maybe 4 & 47 with laf instead? :))
  4. Can you write an either jefferson or lafayette x reader fic where the reader has been teasing him the entire day and i mean TEASING like putting a hand on his thigh going upwards but not end up doing anything, sitting on his lap and grinding slightly etc. if you could, can it end up being smutty. (You can trash this idea if you’re uncomfortable with it. :) )

Word Count: 1849

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Warning: Smut, but there’s a line separating the smut from the fluff

AU: Modern


“Lafayetteeeee.” You whined, trying to get your boyfriend’s attention for the third time.

Lafayette was playing video games while you were completely bored out of your mind. Every time you tried to get his attention, he barely acknowledged you, completely focused on the damn game.

He grunted in acknowledgement, keeping his eyes glued to the TV screen as he sniped another enemy.

You sighed before laying your head in his lap to stare up at him. “Love me.”

No response.

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milkymaccha  asked:

Okay, here's an Adoribull prompt (if you feel like it): Some Dorian/Imekari bonding time. Like... How long did it take for Imekari to accept/like Dorian? How did it happen? I would love to read that :D

“She’s a hart, Lavellan and Dennett both say so.”

“She doesn’t even have stripes,” Dorian protests. “She has spots.”

“She’s still a baby.”

“She hasn’t even got antlers.” The little creature looks impossibly tiny and fragile cradled in Bull’s big hands. She blinks at Dorian with wide brown eyes. “Maker, where would antlers even fit?”

“Hey, I didn’t have horns at first either. They’re something you gotta grow into.” Bull strokes her forehead with a finger. She bleats at him, and he smiles, soft and wide. “And you’re gonna have some badass antlers when you’re bigger, aren’t you? Yes you are. You’re gonna be so awesome.”

Dorian snorts, then pauses. “I do hope you’re not planning on her sleeping here.”

“Why not?” Bull keeps smiling at the little thing.

“She’s a hart, a wild animal! You can’t house-train her like a… like a lap-nug!”

A stubborn look settles on Bull’s face. “Watch me.”

The hart starts to wriggle, and Bull puts her down on the mattress between him and Dorian, holding one arm out to keep her away from the edge.

She snuffles at the blankets, then Bull’s hand, and then Dorian’s leg. She tugs at the linen of his robes with her teeth, but decides it’s not worth the trouble to try to eat it. Her tiny hooves poke him as she climbs onto his lap to investigate the metal of his buckles. She feels much larger when she’s standing on him than she looked next to Bull.

Cautiously, Dorian strokes the side of her neck. She sighs, in a way that he thinks is happy, and leans into his hand. “That’s a good sign, right?”

“Yeah! You’re doing great.” Bull grins, and then kisses Dorian, careful not to disturb the small animal on his legs.

She honks at them long before Dorian thinks the kiss should end.


Sera calls Dorian Imekari’s “no-fun dad.” He prefers to think of himself as her responsible guardian who doesn’t feed her pure sugar, Bull, because harts aren’t biologically capable of eating Orlesian guimauves. He tries to find acceptable scholarly sources on the rearing of young harts, but the Skyhold library has less than nothing. Dennett’s best guesses and Lavellan’s memories of her clan’s halla are all he has to go on. Thank the Maker she’s already old enough to have weaned off her mother’s milk.

Bull pets her and holds her and talks to her constantly, and is generally smitten. He carries her in a sling on his back sometimes, because she’s spoiled rotten after a week. Dorian has absolutely no business imagining Bull with children of his own, but that doesn’t stop him.

Dorian merits a solid third place in Imekari’s affections, just barely beating Krem. She teases them both mercilessly. Her favorite game is sneaking up on him, and she’s terrifyingly good at it. As she gets larger, the stakes get higher. Somehow, she always finds mud to push Dorian into. Then, she’s tall enough to get at his hair.

Finally finished this carving. It is a belt buckle and strap end in an approximation of the Jellig style (one of several viking art forms). I planned it a year ago, but was delayed repeatedly due to several technical difficulties (needed bigger bone stock, didn’t know how to drill straight, locating ideal metal for crossbar). The buckle is made of cow bone and brass, the strap end is sheep bone.

The belt will be narrow, only about 2cm wide.

Delinquents

Part One

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: Swearing, I think this qualifies as angst, some violence

Summary: Jughead meets the reader in the Riverdale Juvenile Delinquent Center

A/N: I haven’t decided if I’ll do another part to this, but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head so I had to write it down


*** SIX YEARS AGO ***

The boy was bigger than Jughead. Much bigger. He had shoulder-length, dark hair and looked like he might be hiding a cheap tattoo or a weapon under his jumpsuit. He was fourteen, but to Jughead, he may as well have been forty.

Jughead’s feet lifted off the ground as he was pushed up against the wall, the air forced from his lungs.

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Protective (Alec Lightwood x Reader) *smut*

Request: do another one shot with alex from shadowhunters along the smae lines but your half shadowhunter half warlock and alec is also jealous in it lol sorry if I’m bothering you and if you don’t want to do them that’s ok- @icharleecongreve

A/N: Sorry I kept you waiting for so long. MASTERLIST

Word Count: 712

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex 


You walked out of your bedroom that you and Alec shared. He wasn’t there and you were not surprised; he was busy as a bee with all the cases that had got out from nowhere. You walked into the small kitchenette and made yourself a warm cup of tea. As you were about to sit on the chair to wait for the water to steam, there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s Jace.” You got off your ass and opened the door. “We kind of need you downstairs.” You made way for Jace to come in and he sat on the couch. “So what’s up? Want some tea?”

“No thanks,” He said politely. “There are some demons running amongst the mundanes and since Magnus is in Bora Bora on his vacation, you’re the only option we’ve got to track them down. Alec got one of them. He’s in the cell.” You changed up as you listened to Jace talking. You got out of the bathroom with your toothbrush in your mouth. “Okay good. So how are things going between you and Clary?” He let out a sigh and threw his head back on the couch.

“It’s complicated…everything’s complicated.”

“You’re making it more complicated because you won’t tell her how you really feel.” You walked out of your room with Jace as you both talked on your way. “Hey babe.” Alec came up from behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He placed a kiss on your cheek and pressed you against him. “Morning. How did you sleep?” He placed another hiss on your cheek.

“Laying down.” You giggled. “I have to go but I’ll catch up with you later.” Izzy came running towards us. “Magnus is back early and he took care of the demon.”

“So why did you come running?” Alec asked.

“Because I saw Y/N shoes and I’m in love with them. Where did you buy them from?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

 ***

 “So Jace and I are going South.” You said to Alec as you switched on the TV in your bedroom.

“You and Jace are not going South!” Alec said in a stern voice. You propped yourself on you elbows.

“Not that South Alec. I meant-”

“You’re not going anywhere Y/N. I don’t want you to get hurt! You’re staying here.”

“Oh and what? Let you get hurt?” Your voice got higher which made Alec jump on you. His huge figure was on yours. “You’re staying here.” His hot breath collided with yours; he started kissing you passionately. You groaned in his kiss as you felt his hard pressing between your legs. You found the buckle of his pants until you heard the metallic sound of the buckle landing on the floor. He knelt between your legs and removed your pants and underwear. His tongue slid up and down your core lazily, making you a writhing mess. “Alec! Please!” You pleaded as your hands had a fistful of Alec’s hair. You pushed him deeper and bucked your hips for more friction.

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 You felt two fingers entering you; his nose slightly teasing your clit and every now and then his tongue flicks over your clit. You felt yourself clenching towards your orgasm. You looked down at Alec who was enjoying himself as much as you did. “Don’t you dare come.” His hard member twitched against your thigh which made it harder for you. With his fingers still inside of you, stretching you out, he bit and kissed your thighs. You let out a wanton moan as your orgasm was at your peak. He quickly got his fingers out of you and entered inside you, stretching you out even more. He gave you a few seconds to adjust and he started out slow. “You. Are. Mine.” He groaned out with every thrust. His hands held your arms on each side of your head as he pushed in deeper. You felt your orgasm grow stronger and Alec was trying his best to torture you. “Baby…Oh my God…I’m coming!”

He increased his speed and you came undone. His eyes turned black with lust and he came inside of you. He moaned as he released his seed inside of you. His hands gave away and he landed on you. You felt his heart beating out of his chest. “We need to do this another time when I’m not tired.”

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Bind Me, Tie Me belt. This was a one off which I attached extra straps to for an event. It doesn’t usually come with the straps round the butt #belt #rubber #upcycledfashion #upcycled #veganfriendly #buckles #clips #brokeboutique #boomerang #boomerangvideo #metal #hips #shake

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You know, I try to avoid showing up to nitpick or lecture people in the comments of their fic

–because wow obnoxious behavior–

But do you ever run across one of those fics where it’s just like:

ok

I recognize that you’re just doing make believe kinky fantasy fun time right now

And not actually trying to write a documentary

But I really, *really* need to make sure someone’s told you that whacking people in the spine and kidneys with a heavy, sharp-edged metal belt buckle is a Bad Kink Idea.

D: D:

D:

Shy

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1,583

A/N: “L/N” = Last Name

There was a breeze; soft, gentle, almost quiet. Nothing above a whisper as it wafted through the curtains of your apartment. Sunshine glistened upon the table in your dining room. The wood a firm oak but appeared a soft caramel in the light of the sun. Bird songs pervaded the air; music notes high and mighty across the bluest skies a Spring season had ever had.

All of these things seemed to remind you of him – Castiel. He was gentle, soft, beautiful, and not at all harsh. His skin was pleasing to the touch, his lips that exposed kind words and readied statements. Hair that always seemed unkempt if you were not there to clean him up, and baby blue eyes that seemed to come from the very depths of the ocean. A shy man, he was. Timid in a majority of his actions unless it faltered along the lines of assisting those in dire need. He was the embodiment of soft, warm – home. Castiel was the most divine being you had ever come across and everyday seemed more and more like a fairytale being with him.

“There you are,” Castiel called rather groggily from behind you, “I should’ve known I’d find you by the window so early.”

As you turned, you stifled a giggle. As previously stated, Castiel was very bad at keeping his hair right. Though you often considered leaving his bed head for the rest of the world to see, because you thought it cute. Even when he was still stuck in his pajamas without a care to change, you still thought he was cute.

Cute and shy.

He yawned, sauntering toward you, “What?”

As genuinely confused as he was pretty much half the time about most things, you still found it rather amusing that he got so defensive when it came to things he didn’t know – especially when he was around you.

“You’re just very cute, is all.” You smiled warmly at him.

His face lit up as soon as he heard those words leave your lips. He was very infatuated with your praise toward him; he could listen to you compliment him all day long, even if he didn’t believe in most of the things you said, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that someone in the world believed that he was everything they said.

He had somebody to belong to.

He mattered.

He was there and it was all real.

Without a word for a moment, Castiel met you by the window. Wrapping his arms around your waist with a bright smile on his face, he brought you into him. Instinctually, you laid your head on his bare chest and exhaled the softest breath when his fingertips played at the hemming of your shirt and snaked their way underneath. Gently and without reason, Castiel slid his fingers against your skin; cool, calloused palms colliding with your back. You felt goosebumps rise and every hair on your body stand on end. He was your serenity and you could only hope you were the same to him.

——

As the afternoon rolled by, you realized that the morning was just too good to be true. No matter how comforting, how safe you felt in Castiel’s arms, it’d never replace the fact that you were indeed a hunter and you were a dire tool in Sam and Dean’s lives. They needed you now, to clean out a nest of Vampires. More than anything, you wished to decline, but your heart burned as you considered the alternative.

“This is the last thing I want to be doing right now, Cas, but I have to.” You pled, your brows furrowed in sorrow, your lips dragged into a frown. 

“You don’t,” Castiel shook his head, “You can stay here. You can stay here with me. I can keep you safe, Y/N.” 

Spontaneously, a feeling of immense pride struck you. But why? Were you proud of Castiel? Yes, of course you were proud of Castiel. You’d always be proud of him, but there was something different–something… New

Castiel’s certainty.

A timid man, confused and lost in a modern society where he knew little to nothing about the main principles of being a human. A man that lost himself even before the angel’s fell. 

This man…

This man was guaranteeing your protection because he believed he could

You sighed, stepped forward onto your tiptoes, kissed the top of his head and rubbed his arm ever so slightly, “I’ll be back,” You assured, “I’m a/an L/N. This is what I do.” 

Before he could protest, you pivoted away from him and walked right out the door. You needed him to know that you were going to be okay and if proving it to him in this way was how you were going to, then so be it. Cas needed to know that you could protect yourself, too. No matter how much you wish you could’ve just given up for once.

——

“Okay, that took ya long enough.” Dean sighed as you jumped out of your car and jogged to their Impala. He was pacing back and forth and Sam looked like he’d been trying to tell Dean for the passed hour – repetitively – that you’d be there.

“I’m…” You sighed and cleared your throat, shaking your head, “Let’s go. I don’t want to be out here any longer than I already have to be.” 

“You think we wanted t–” 

“Dean.” Sam interjected.

Dean groaned and threw his hands up in the air, “Fine. Let’s go.” 

Nodding, you followed suit behind Sam and Dean. A machete strapped to your belt clinked against the metal buckle. Previously you hadn’t even noticed it until the three of you reached a rather silent passing and Dean had to turn around and point at it to tell you to make it stop. You’d mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ and continued on your way. It took the three of you a few minutes to actually reach the house; it’d been shoved all the way in the back of a massive clearing where nothing else existed but trees and fields. 

Once arrived, Sam and Dean walked to the front door. Without hesitation, Dean grabbed the doorknob and swung it open, holding his weapon firmly in front of his face, ready to swing if anything came at him. Yourself and Sam included did the same and trailed behind Dean, checking corners of the house and different rooms.

“It looks empty,” You whispered, keeping yourself quiet just in case you were wrong, “Do you think there’s a basement here? There’s always a basement. Maybe they’re using that.” 

“You just answered your own question,” Sam chuckled softly, “You do that a lot.” 

You gave him a small nudge and rolled your eyes.

This was a life or death situation and Sam Winchester was laughing at how you answered your own questions.

Winchesters…

Many moments passed as the three of you descended the stairs of a basement you were actually surprised existed. Once at the bottom, Sam, Dean, and yourself readied for a fight.

And fight as you may, it had come

A vampire jumped out of the shadows, straight at you. Your immediate instinct was to flail your weapon of choice right at the creature, and – out of luck – you managed to slice its head clean off. You had no time to react to your pretty marvelous accuracy as two more vampires lurched at Sam and Dean and another lurched at you. Blood splattered all over the walls and heads fell to the wooden floors as the three of you took out the nest. 

Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you felt like you could take on anything. In the midst of a quarrel, you grabbed one of the vamp’s that had been attacking Dean and went to chop its head right off, but your cocky attitude led on too much, and instead the vamp grabbed your arm and dragged its razor sharp teeth across your wrist. Blood poured and you feared that the vamp was about the suck you dry before Sam appeared behind and beheaded it. 

For a moment, the room was quiet and as the boys sighed, dropping their blades, you knew it was over. 

Though you had no time to relish in victory.

“Y/N?” 

“Y/N!” 

——

Eyes fluttered open.

Mind pulsed with pain.

Hands shook in thin air.

Lights too bright.

Body scuffling toward you.

“Y/N?” 

Voice.

“Y/N, are you okay?” 

A voice.

“Baby, please tell me you can understand me.” 

His voice.

Your vision was blurred for those few moments, but you could easily make out Castiel standing before you in his trench coat and formal attire. 

But your vision did redeem itself.

His hair was unkempt. His face was not as smooth as it had been before. Eyes red, bloodshot. Hands shaking as they cupped your face and he brought you into him; a hug he attempted to make light but he couldn’t–he just couldn’t.

As he pulled away, you let out a small cough, closing your eyes as you sat backward in your own bed and you listened to Castiel take a seat beside you.

“You’re all messy, Cas,” You said quietly with a smile, “I guess I’m going to have to fix you up–” You opened one eye, looking at him, “–hm?” You hummed.

He looked at the ground, trying to refrain from smiling. 

You giggled, “Still so shy.”