off one shoulder shirts

“God I love you,” he gasped as he broke away for air.

Ladybug froze, her eyes widening in awe at his sudden declaration. Adrien was poised above her, his shirt hanging loosely off his shoulders, one arm holding his weight while the other hand ran lovingly through her hair. He looked at her with eyes full of pure adoration, as if she was the sun and moon and stars all wrapped together into one glorious being.

For all their months of stolen kisses and secret meetings, they had never put a name to their relationship. Never once had they put words behind the feelings that drove them together.

super quick ladrien for bane for her new nsfw series of fics, drawn to you :D this one is from chapter 1, which i died over. it’s so sweet ;0; it’s smut but it’s super jdkfsklfjskl just really romantic and i’m still dead about it srsly ;0; bless u baneeeeeee 

It’s You That I Hold Onto (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by sweetly87

✩ prompt: a lovely anon message a few posts back :) includes a jelly reader and an overprotective thunderbird

✩ word count: a fair amount idk man

✩ warnings: so sweet u could possibly get a toothache :(

It’s You That I Hold Onto

It’s a typical Saturday evening in the Goldstein residence (plus a few), Queenie and Jacob waltzing to sleepy crackling records, dappled golden mid-winter light on the wallpaper, the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. 

Everything seems perfect to Y/N as she makes her way to the living room, her brilliant crimson skirt swishing rather gracefully about her waist, her hair (for once!) cooperating falling over her shoulders smoothly.

Queenie smiles at her, elegantly breaking away from Jacob to switch which record is playing, new music erupting from the golden phonograph.

“Would ya’ care to dance?” Jacob asks, giving her a rather sloppy grin and holding out his hand.

Y/N nods gleefully, enjoying the time with one of her best friends as the stout man spins her about the room, Queenie clapping to the music.

Newt’s eyes flick to the duo dancing gleefully through the living room, his gaze caught on the pretty woman in his arms. How that skirt shows off her hips-

He looks away immediately, blushing and mentally kicking himself for being “an absolute bloody creep.”

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Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Fluffy Fluff, Slightly Slight Angst (nothing big), Hybrid!au

Words: 3,328

Summary: A snapshot into the life of Jung Hoseok and his cat hybrid (aka Y/N)

A/N: Always wanted to write a Hybrid!au…so, here it is! Also, I got the title from the song by Lim Kim


“You smell weird.”

Hoseok stopped and turned towards you, blinking in surprise.

About an hour ago, you were sitting right next to him with your head on his lap, eating the strawberries he put in a bowl for you. You were quiet while watching TV as Hoseok shuffled with papers he had to get through for his job’s upcoming project. The television was put on mute, so you were just watching the characters on screen walk around and talk without any words coming out of their mouths (Hoseok said he could finish his work in the bedroom so he wouldn’t bother your TV time (he knows you enjoy a certain drama that comes on at 8) but you decided spending time with him was better than some drama you could watch again—but you wouldn’t tell him that). You would occasionally rub your cheek against his leg and he would let his finger run through your hair, stopping every now and then to put a paper to the side or rub his knuckles behind your ears.

Everything was quiet. You were quiet the entire time—letting out a purr every now and then when he scratched that particular spot behind your ears—and it was nice. He enjoyed the domestic feeling that resonated throughout the apartment, bringing forth a warm sensation that filled is stomach, making it completely full. Almost like he had eaten a century’s worth of food.

It felt nice. Being with you was nice, and he wanted to stay like this forever.

That is until you slowly removed yourself from his lap. He didn’t pay much mind to it at first, simply allowing you to move so you could go to the bathroom or get a drink or do whatever it was you needed to do, as long as you came back into his lap quickly. But, you didn’t walk to the kitchen or bathroom. He could still feel your presence beside him, staring at him. Well, it felt more like glaring.

Than you spoke. And it wasn’t sweet like your strawberry stained fingers. It wasn’t sugar coated. It was blunt and straight to the point, just like most things you said (but he liked that about you). You just straight out and said what was on your mind, even if it might’ve been kind of harsh. You didn’t come right out and say it, but Hoseok knew what you meant.

Hoseok, you stink.

He put his papers down and used his finger to adjust the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose before he spoke.

“I…I do?” he stuttered out, sounding confused and a little offended. You usually enjoyed his scent. Well, at least he thought you did.

Once his glasses were in place, he could see the way your eyes bore into his, glaring at him. You sat on your knees with your hands clinched on your lap, and your tail swayed side to side vigorously.

Were you angry?

You were wearing his oversized white t-shirt (the one that fell off your shoulder, exposing your smooth skin), and it kind of distracted him from the situation at the moment. Hoseok loved your skin. It was similar to silk with how much he wanted to constantly touch it; to feel how soft it is. You weren’t wearing any pants either. Probably just shorts that were being covered by the shirt. Or maybe you were only wearing your underwear underneath. Or…or maybe you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Nothing at all. Just the thought made a chill run down his spine.

He felt the need to touch you now, but he remembered the sharp gaze you had on him and he thought maybe now wasn’t the best time for that.

He really wanted to, though.

Hoseok brought his gaze back to your eyes and, indeed, you were still glaring at him and your tail was still moving around anxiously. You must’ve been waiting for a better response than the one he just gave you, but you broke the silence before he could say anything else.

“Yes. You smell weird,” you said as you shifted your eyes to the side for a second, only to bring them back to Hoseok’s. “You smell kind of. . .different.”

Hoseok took his glasses off and put them on the coffee table before leaning his back against the couch, never breaking eye contact with you. So, cute.

“Well, what do I smell like?”

The question made you snap your head up at him, looking into his sleepy eyes, and crawl over to him slowly. You brought your face close to his, your nose touching his, and you stared at him for a while, admiring his features, before dropping your head down to nose at his neck. You took a deep breath, and began running your nose down his neck to his shoulder. You inhaled and then rubbed your cheek against his shoulder until you’ve had enough and used your nose to trace your way to the dip in the middle of his neck.

You continued to nose at the exposed skin around his neck and shoulder, pulling down the strap to his white beater to expose more of him. Hoseok softly smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist to hoist you onto his lap. Once you were straddling him, still smelling and scenting him, Hoseok ran his hands up and down your bare thighs, sighing at the warmth of your skin. He moved his right hand up to your hips, moving the fabric of the shirt with him to feel more of you. He kept moving his hand up until his palm was on your back, his thumb gently rubbing circles into the skin.

He closed his eyes, and enjoyed the moment while it lasted. (You were wearing the baby blue underwear that had small pink hearts everywhere).

Eventually, you removed your face from his neck with your nose scrunched up. “You smell fruity. Like some perfume,” you said with a little sniff. “really strong perfume.”

Hoseok opened his eyes and looked at you. “Really?”

You nodded. God, he’s beautiful.

“That’s strange. You know I don’t where any cologne usually or body spray.” He knew you liked his natural scent more than of those artificial flavors people envelope their body in.

But he wasn’t prepared for what you said to him next.

“Were you with a woman?”

Hoseok’s head snapped up, his eyes looking directly into yours. You were expressionless. Not upset, not sad, not anything. Your face was completely blank. If he had to name one thing he didn’t personally care for about you (which was difficult because he literally loved everything about you), it would have to be this face that he could never read or decipher. It made understanding you quite difficult; especially when he first brought you home.

“A woman?” he questioned with a frown. “Y/N, you know I work with other women at my job. Maybe one of them brushed up against me while they were walking by or something like that.”

That was a lie. He was with a woman at work. Well, not in that type of context. While assisting an associate with a bug on her computer, she was leaning pretty close against him, having her chest a little too close to his shoulders. Once he was able to fix the problem, she showed her gratitude by running her hand along his bicep with a flirtatious smirk. He felt extremely uncomfortable and quickly took his leave before anything escalated. He didn’t think much of the encounter since he didn’t feel much from it—just discomfort.

You didn’t have anything to worry about, since he only saw you, but he felt the need to ease your suspicion, so he wrapped his arms around you more and place his face in the crook of your neck.

“Besides, I don’t have the time or the urge for anyone else. It’s only you. It’ll always be you.” Now it was Hoseok’s turn to run his nose along your neck, letting it run along your jawline, knowing it always made you feel good.

There was only you, and there would always only be you. Only you-

“I don’t believe you.”

Hoseok’s entire body froze and the hold on your waist loosen. He removed his face from your neck only to see your catlike eyes glaring at him once again before removing yourself from his hold and walking out of the room.

Hoseok sat on the couch for a moment, dumbfounded by your comment, until he heard the slam of a door making him jump up and shuffle towards your bedroom door. As soon as he was in front of your door he gave a slight knock, requesting your permission to enter.

Silence.

He knocked a second time.

No one answers.

He gives a third knock and, with another no answer, he knows you were going to be ignoring him for a while. You only did that when you weren’t in the mood to argue. Ignoring him meant you weren’t angry, but far from happy as well. He let out a defeated sigh before reaching for the doorknob and gripping it. Hoseok could easily walk into your room and make you give him your attention, but he knew that would just be invading your privacy. You never locked your door. You didn’t, because you never had a reason to. He respected you. You were of value. His equal. So, if you wanted time to yourself, he would grant that to you. You didn’t have to lock the door to get away from him because he would already know what mood you’re in to know what you want. And, if that so happens to be away from him, then he would make himself give you some time until you’re ready.

So, Hoseok releases his grip from your doorknob and slowly walks away from your bedroom door, settling back on the couch to finish his work; hoping you would feel generous enough to see him before he has to go to bed.


Sometimes you wished Hoseok would just storm into your room, and make you listen to him. He had every right to ask for an explanation from you. And you knew there was no reason for you to be upset. It wasn’t that big of a deal. He comes home smelling of other people most of the time since he works at an office with like 15 other people. It was understandable that one of them (even if it was a woman) might bump against him or get close to him.

It’s just…why did it have to be a woman? Why did it have to be someone with such a strong smell? Why did she have to get so close that you could smell her all over his body?

Bitch.

Hoseok was too nice for his own good. He always saw the good in people and didn’t really like confrontation. That’s why whenever you both did so happen to get into an argument, he would always give you time to calm down whenever you stormed out. Afterwards, you would come out of your room and he would be waiting for you, ready to cuddle with you and run his hands along your tail. The issue is never really solved and it doesn’t get brought up again. It’s not the best way to resolve a problem, of course, but it worked for the both of you.

Well, except this time.

You didn’t feel like going back into the room and ignoring the issue just so he could pet you and rub his hands along your body. Though that did sound nice, you wanted to let him know that this isn’t going to be solved with just a few gentle strokes. Hoseok needed to know that…

Hell. You didn’t even know what you wanted him to know, honestly. You weren’t particular upset about the way he smelled. You just. . .just wanted him to-

Shit. What the hell is wrong with me?


You waited about two hours before deciding it was time to leave your room. You tip toed to your door and leaned your ear against it, wondering if Hoseok was still around.

You didn’t hear anything, so you quietly opened the door and peeked your head out. Looking both ways and seeing that the close was clear, you quietly walked towards the living room. The television was off and the room was dark. Good. You weren’t really in the mood to talk to him right now. You made your way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, seeing if there was anything to snacks on before going back to your room. You settled some more fruit—blackberries, blueberries, and more strawberries—grabbing a bowl and pour them in together. You plucked a blackberry out the bowl and started putting the containers back in the fridge.

Once you were done, all the food back in its place and about to grab the bowl to head to your room, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and hoisting you into the air. You let out a weak yelp and tried to get out of the hold, but stopped once you heard a familiar voice.

“I’ve finally got you.” the voice chuckled against your ear before placing a light peck behind the lobe. You immediately stopped moving and allowed yourself to be carried bridal style in Hoseok’s arms as he made his way to the living room. He sat on the couch, placing the bowl of fruit on the coffee table and wrapping his warm arms around your waist so you won’t try to run away.

(Even though you didn’t plan on leaving.)

You just sigh in frustration and cross your arms over your chest, looking anywhere but at him.

“Hey,” Hoseok hums, kissing behind your ear again. “Hey, come one. Look at me, Y/N. Please?”

You didn’t respond. Just kept your attention on the blank television screen. Your tail swayed side to side, agitated.

Hoseok sighs. “Y/N, come one,” he buries his face into your neck. “I…I’m sorry. I took a shower for you. Do I still smell like them?”

At that moment, you felt like complete shit. Hoseok apologized, and he had no right to. It really, really wasn’t his fault, yet you made him feel as if it was. I really don’t deserve him.

Your ears began to flatten at the thought. Slowly, you turned your body around to straddle him, and buried your face into his neck. You took a deep, deep breath of his scent, and, the smell flowed through your nose. His smell. The smell of citrus and honey, but also the distinct smell of a man. You know, that musky smell. You couldn’t get enough of it. It was so addicting. Hoseok, he was so addicting. You could stay cooped up in his arms forever.

But, as you basked in the scent that is Hoseok, you could still, very faintly, smell the fruit scent of some woman.

“Do I smell any better?” Hoseok broke the silence making you snap out of your thoughts. You took another whiff before nodding your head. That made him sigh in relief, pulling you more into his arms. He could place his hands on your cheeks and lifted your head to meet his so he can place his forehead on yours. “Good. Do you love me again?”

That made you frown. Love again? What was he talking about? You’ll always love him. What kind of question is that? Why would he even think about you not loving him? That’s ridiculous. It should be a crime to ask such a question like that. Your ears straightened up and your tail began to move around again. You pressed the palms of your hands on his cheeks as well and lightly pressed your lips on his. When you pulled back, you could see the soft smile and happiness that shone in his eyes.

“I never stopped, Hobi.”

Hoseok let out another sigh before burying his face in your neck, tightening his arms around your waist again. “That’s good. I’m glad,” he peppered light kisses along your neck and jawline. “So, glad.”

You began running your hands through his hair, burying your nose in the strands. He washed it, and it smelled like the rose shampoo you really liked. Your stopped moving your tail and laid it over his knee. You both stayed like that for a little while, simply basking in each other’s scent. Hoseok would continue to nudge your neck with his nose and leave random pecks throughout the skin, while you buried your nose further into his hair and occasionally rubbing your cheek and forehead against him. There was no sounds this time. No papers rustling around; just the sound of you and Hoseok breathing and the deep breaths you both took. It was perfect. He was perfect. You both were perfect together.

You both finally broke apart once Hoseok yawned against your (his) t-shirt, causing you to move back to look at him. His eyes were drooping and he looked exhausted, yet he still managed to keep that lovely smile on his face just for you.

“You should go to bed, Hobi.” You said as you began removing yourself from his lap, but Hoseok gripped your waist to make you stay in place.

“No, not yet. Stay with me,” he leaned his back against the couch, keeping eye contact with you. “Right here.” He gently lifts you and lays you across his lap, grabbing the bowl of fruit afterwards. He picks up a blackberry and holds it up against your mouth. You let the blackberry hit your lips a bit before opening your mouth and eating the fruit from Hoseok’s hand. He smiles and continues to place more fruit in front of your mouth for you to eat.

“Hobi, you have to go to sleep. You have work in the morning and I don’t want you to be late or tired when you get up.” You say even though you’re still eating the fruit he holds in front of you.

“It’s fine. I want to spend more time with you before I go to sleep.” He response and licks some of the juice on his thumb before grabbing a strawberry from the bowl.

You pout. “But you’ll be tired in the morning.”

Hoseok chuckles. “But I want to be with you a little more.”

You feel your heart speed up and your tail start to find its rhythm again. “But you could be late for work and Namjoon will be mad at you!”

“But I love you.”

And that’s it. Those three words cause you to forget how speak and simply eat the strawberry from his fingers with your face the color of the fruit. He won this round, I guess.

But, honestly, he somehow wins every round.

(You both eventually fall asleep on the couch, with you lying on the couch and Hoseok on top of you, resting his head on your chest and holding your intertwined fingers against his lips.

Hoseok’s alarm goes off at 7am, but neither of you hear it since its charging in his bedroom, causing you both to wake up at 8am—thirty minutes before he has to be at the office. You try to get him to hurry, but he refuses, saying something about, “I don’t feel good!” and “You have to take care of me today!”

You try to make him leave, but he gives that really annoying (annoyingly cute) puppy dog face causing you to give in and let Hoseok call Namjoon about not being able to make it into work today.

From the other line, you could practically hear Namjoon rolling his eyes as he tells Hoseok to ‘get better’ before hanging up the phone.)  


 …The End?

(Part 2? Possible series? Let me know what you guys think with likes/comments please! ^^

See ya around!)

Essays in Existentialism: Movies

Jake was a romantic at heart and a huge fan of old b+w movies, and he and Clarke went to the old local movie theatre every Sunday to watch them. So when Jake dies, Clarke carries on the Sunday tradition alone…til, one Sunday, she meets Lexa.

The funeral was at 1pm.

At six-thirty, with no will left for the rest of the people that crowded in her house, the only daughter left the wake without a single word. Wondered straight out off of the porch with no real thought at all, not even missed by anyone in particular. 

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Touch Me, Touch You | 02 (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5


BTS; Yoongi/Suga (Ft. Hoseok/J-Hope)

Genre: Smut | PWP

Word count: 4.9k

Description: Yoongi gets a surprise when he thought he had the apartment all to himself.

Anonymous requested: Voyeurism with Yoongi was supposed to be a drabble but turned into this mess…

Warnings: Graphic smut, dom/sub themes, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Yoongi being sexy as hell

A/N: Idk what my thing is with just porn lately, but heres the second half as promised :) 

Happy late Birthday to the love of my life, Yoongi ^^

Originally posted by parkejimins

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anonymous asked:

just waking up - percabeth ? If you don't mind!

Don’t mind if I do :)

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“Wake up.”

Percy stares. His cheeseburger looks up at him. Its tongue is a tomato slice. It’s stuffed with lettuce and onions and globs of ketchup and mustard. One pickle-slice eye slides off the face of the bun. It gazes up at him with one remaining, wrinkled eye–the longer Percy waits, confused, the more it… transforms? Curly blonde hair sprouts from its head-bun, and the pickle eyes rearrange themselves, recolor silver, regard him tiredly.

He blinks. “What?”

“Wake up.”

He blinks again. His cheeseburger is not a cheeseburger. He was dreaming. His cheeseburger is Annabeth. She looks down at him, beautiful and disheveled, one of his old, worn, cut-up shirts falling off her shoulder, her curls riotous and tangled and golden. He knows he’s just waking up; his bed is so warm and comfortable, and the air coming in through the cabin window is salty and a little chilly, and he would much rather tug Annabeth back into his arms and drift back into sleep, if he has to be honest.

She resists his pull, and he groans with an arm still hooked around her waist. She says something else; the words are drowned with the pillow he stuffs his face into. “What?”

“Jason’s here,” she says, pushing him onto his back. She yanks the blanket from his bare chest. “He has something to tell us.”

“What?”

Annabeth, the love of his young life, pinches his nipple. Hard. “I’m not saying it again.”

With a loud groan, Percy forces himself sitting. It’s gotta be… early? Too early. Way too early, if he can’t tell what time it is. Weak sunlight filters in through the wide windows. He rubs the drool from his chin and swings his head toward the door, where Jason is standing with his back to them, his hands in his pockets.

Percy tosses a pillow at him. “We’re decent, you idiot.”

His shoulders go up; a blush crawls down his neck. “Well, you never know, I just–”

“What’s going on, Jason?” Annabeth asks. She sounds even more exhausted than Percy, and for a moment, he’s distracted by worry–did she not sleep well? Did she have less cheeseburgery dreams than he did? Granted, it is a relief beyond measure that he did not dream of fire and brimstone and lost friends on endless fields of battle, but he’d rather take those nightmares on himself than have Annabeth relive them.

Annabeth pinches that same sore nipple.

“Ow! Hey, c’mon, babe.”

She takes the sides of his face in her hands and turns his gaze physically toward Jason. “Go,” she tells him.

“Rachel’s gone glowy-eyed,” Jason says, wriggling his fingers in front of his eyes. He looks casually grim–a feat Jason usually pulls off, as if things usually go to crap for him, and he’s slowly gotten used to it. “Charon’s calling us to the Big House.”

Percy blinks. Swats Annabeth’s hand away from his chest. Looks at the rays of sunrise coming through his window, and the gentle bubbling of the fountain in the corner, and the soft blankets pooling at his lap. In one easy movement, he flops back down into his pillow and tugs the blanket up over his shoulder. “Call me when the Camp’s on fire.”

He expects immediate resistance–

–waits–waits–feels the bed shift as Annabeth probably gestures and mouths words to Jason across the room–closes his eyes and hopes he can catch that dream about cheeseburgers, hopes maybe he can add pizza to the mix–

–and does not expect, at all, to feel Annabeth lie back down beside him.

Her body is a warm curve against his back. She slips her arm around his waist, and tucks her knees into the back of his, and presses her forehead to his neck. She doesn’t say a word, but Percy’s chest constricts nonetheless–infinite thankfulness, and love, and peace. He reaches down and threads his fingers through hers.

“We’re gonna hear about this later,” Annabeth says, her lips warm against his spine.

“You care?”

He waits. And he thinks his heart skips just a little when she says, “Nah. Let’s nap all day. We deserve it.”

“Dam right we do.”

  • me wearing a shirt: hanging out, totally normal
  • shirt: slips off one shoulder
  • me, suddenly: a sex goddess, irresistible, the hottest i have ever been probably,
red shirt

Based on this disrespect.

It was late in the evening and Harry had just gotten home from a tiresome day at work. You were tidying the bedroom, clearing away dirty clothes and putting away the clean laundry. As you were hanging up some of Harry’s button downs, you notice his red shirt. An idea pops into your head. You begin to brush out your hair and reapply the day’s makeup, a little darker than ususal. You pull out your favorite black panties and strip down. You pull on the panties and remove the red shirt from the hanger. You undo all the buttons and slide on the silky shirt. You drape it in such a way that it covers your bra-less boobs, but it shows them off.

You walk down the stairs nonchalantly, fixing your hair so it falls over your forehead just a bit. You pad down the hallway and into the living room where Harry is scrolling through his phone, illuminated by the muted tv. 

“How was your day?” you ask him sweetly. 

“Long. M so tired” he replies without looking away from his phone. 

“Anything I can do to help?” you start striding slowly towards him. 

“I don’t….” he trails off and clears his throat. “What’s all this, then?” he grins up at you. 

“Nothin. Just wanted to cheer you up a bit, thats all” you cup his face, tilting it up at you. His arms wrap around your waist. 

“Is this my shirt?” he smirks and you nod down at him. 

You straddle his waist, sitting on his lap. You lips immediately connect and you run a hand through his hair. 

“You look so sexy in my shirt” he groans. You smile and your lips trail down to his neck. His eyes screw shut and his hands just roam your body, slipping underneath his shirt. 

You grind down on his lap, making his teeth clench. “Do you know how crazy you make me?” he breathes heavily. “You in my fuckin’ shirt, teasin me like this” You just grin at him and bite your lip. You lean in and he goes in for a kiss, but you pull back at the last second, taunting him. You grin as you do it once more, pulling away just slightly. He grabs your neck, finally connecting your lips, more aggressively.  You tug at a fistful of hair near the nape of his neck, forcing a hum to escape his lips. 

“Should we go upstairs, babe?” you ask innocently.

“Mhm” he moans. 

You slowly slide the silk shirt off one of your shoulders and grab his hand, leading him to the bedroom. 

In The Dark

Been a rough 48hrs, but I kept thinking about these pieces by @yuutayo and decided to write something inspired by his art once more :)

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Jesse can’t tell which voice belongs to who anymore. There’s taunting, cheering and a few requests to ‘knock it off’. He tastes blood on his tongue and his jaw feels loose. His shirt is even slipping off one of his shoulders from being stretched. There’s a grip on his arm and then another fist clashes with his jaw. He grins and gazes at his opponent through his bangs. Jesse attacks and lands his punch. More cheers erupt around them when they tackle the other to the floor. Jesse lands on top, settled on the other guy’s hips and pulls his fist back for another assault.

A familiar, strong hand grabs Jesse by the wrist and pulls him up as if he weighted nothing. He’s pushed against the wall and suddenly everyone falls silent and steps back.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Gabriel barks to his agents and some lower their heads. He looks at the man still laying on the floor before looking at McCree. “I asked a question, soldiers!”

“Milton got handsy.” Jesse smirks down at the agent while blood drips from his nose.

“Fuck off, McCree!” Milton barks and Gabriel notices his swollen lip as he scrambles to his feet.

“Who threw the first punch?!” Reyes asks, causing both agents to startle.

“McCree,” Milton quickly says.

Reyes inspects his surroundings. The other agents still stand near, bowing their heads. A few nod when their commander looks over to them, but no one gives explanation. Gabriel knows his men and women don’t rat each other out that easily, but seems the options here are limited.

“Everyone dismissed. Milton and McCree stay.” Gabriel’s tone lowers, yet they still spread through the hallway until everyone is gone. “One of you is going to tell me what the hell happened, before I ask.”

They hesitate. Milton rubs the back of his neck and Gabriel narrows his eyes on him, knowing he is starting to feel guilty about his actions.

“He bitched about me taking his place in the Dorado mission.”

“Language.” Gabriel looks at Jesse, then at Milton.

“With all due respect, sir. I’ve been working hard for this mission. It’s going to take us maybe a week of stakeout and I thought I was the right one for this.”

“You were.”

Milton seems like he’s going to say something in return, but stops himself.

“As much as I hate to admit it, McCree has proven good at hiding in plain sight. He will know how to get lost in the crowd for days. We could use that kind for this mission.”

“Ha, told ya,” Jesse elbows Milton who stiffens.

“McCree,” Gabriel says sharply. “But you won’t be bored, Milton, there’s an upcoming mission in Illios I assigned you for. Not only will you be perfect for it, it can help you improve in other areas. This concern of yours should have been directed to me, not your teammate. Much less in this matter.”

Milton swallows, “Understood, sir. I apologize.”

“Dismissed, agent.”

“Yes, sir.” Milton walks away without another word and Jesse watches him with a proud smile.

“Wipe that smile off your face.” Gabriel steps closer. “You started a fight because of that?”

Jesse’s grin fades. “He asked if my legs hurt after spending so much time on my knees in front of ya.”

Gabriel’s nostrils flare. “You know that’s not true. You could have told him to take it with me or talked about it yourselves.”

Jesse scuffs, “like he wasn’t right.”

“He isn’t. You know I’ve stayed fair, McCree. It’s you who makes me think has taken advantage of this.”

“Yeah, like people will believe I have taken advantage of the super soldier.” Jesse rolls his eyes as he leans against the wall and laughs.

Gabriel’s brow twitches before he grabs Jesse by the dog tags around his neck and pulls him closer. The action makes Jesse grin in victory when he should be squirming. The trail of blood has marked his lips and Gabriel is tempted to kiss it away, along with this cocky smile. “You always have the option to back out. You’ve even said it yourself, I’m still the same hardass you met in Rout 66. It’s you who believes no one can touch you because you get on your knees for me, that’s why you throw these tantrums.” He lets go of the dog tags and Jesse falls back against the wall again. “This is something I would have expected from you when you joined, not now. You’re proving to be what everyone else thought then. If you are not going to change at all, let me know, pendejo.”

Jesse stops smiling, but his eyes turn wicked. Gabriel grimaces to the gaze and stomps away. He can feel young eyes on him, trailing his curves and counting the steps he takes. He also knows Jesse’s guessing how many steps it will take Gabriel to return.

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First Kiss

For day five of Lapidot Anniversary Week

It was late one warm summer’s night.  Beach City had effectively closed as its residents had retired to bed for the night, the sound of the sea gently lapping against the shore filling the calm evening air. All was peaceful and still.

However, the same could not be said for a certain barn on the city’s outskirts…

Peridot and Lapis were sat together on their sofa, the room illuminated by the television’s flickering light.  They’d been re-watching their favourite show – Camp Pining Hearts – for most of the day.  Peridot had mentioned that there was something in one of the episodes that she didn’t really understand, and wanted to see what Lapis thought of it.  

Peridot didn’t like not understanding things and Lapis knew this.  She gave the green Gem a soft smile, watching her beginning to fidget slightly in her seat, clutching the VHS’s remote control in her small hand.

“Peridot”, Lapis enquired, “What is it that’s bothering you so much?”

“You’ll see in a minute, Lapis…” Peridot answered.  

Their pair of them continued to watch the scenes unfolding on the screen in front of them, when Peridot suddenly sat forward in her seat and grabbed hold of Lapis’ arm.

“This is it!” Peridot exclaimed, pointing somewhat frantically at the screen.

Lapis watched as two of the show’s main characters – Percy and Paulette – slowly moved towards each other, closing their eyes and…

Peridot paused the video and turned to Lapis.

“What are they doing?!” she cried, “I don’t understand.  Are they attempting fusion?  Or is it some sort of… bizarre human ritual?!”

Lapis let out a laugh as Peridot looked on, bewildered.

“Oh, Peridot…” she said softly, “They’re kissing!”

Kissing?” the green Gem replied in confusion.

“Yeah!  It’s what people do when… well…” Lapis was trying to discreetly hide her now slightly blushing cheeks from her roommate, “when they love each other.”

“I see”, Peridot replied, completely oblivious to the fact that Lapis had suddenly become slightly flustered, “And this… kissing… is it an earth tradition?  Or is it also customary for us Gems to partake in it as well?”

“Um…” Lapis replied, “I mean, humans do kiss an awful lot, but it’s not unheard of for Gems to do it too.”

“But what’s the purpose of this ritual?” Peridot asked, now becoming slightly frustrated, “What does it achieve?”

Lapis was blushing even more now, her face becoming a much darker shade of blue.  Peridots are very practical Gems, she thought to herself – especially my Peridot.  

She realised, then, that there was only one way she could make Peridot understand her…

Without saying another word to Peridot, Lapis shifted closer towards her.  She turned her face to look directly into Peridot’s eyes, the smaller Gem gazing bemusedly back at her.

Lapis slowly lifted her hand and gently cupped Peridot’s face.  She could almost feel Peridot’s cheek becoming warmer as she inched closer towards her; the small technician completely mesmerised by those beautiful, deep-blue eyes.

“Lapis, what are you…”

Before Peridot could finish her sentence, she felt Lapis’ mouth connect with her own.  Peridot’s eyes widened as Lapis continued to kiss her. Peridot had never experienced anything quite like this before – she felt light, like she was floating along in a state of pure bliss, as she wrapped her arms tightly around Lapis and returned her kiss.

Neither of them knew how long they were sitting there, locked in a passionate kiss, feeling wave after wave of pure euphoria washing over them as their hands began instinctively wandering over each others’ bodies.  They lay down, still kissing, not wanting this moment to ever end…

However, they were both suddenly snapped out of it with a thud as they fell off the sofa.  Lapis was sprawled on top of Peridot, who was flat on her back against the wooden floor of the barn.  

They looked at each other, breathing heavily and blushing furiously.  Peridot’s hair was sticking out at some very interesting angles and her shirt was hanging off one shoulder; the bow holding Lapis’ shirt together was now slightly undone and she looked incredibly dishevelled.

“Wow… thanks” Peridot managed to say with a deep sigh, looking starry-eyed at the ocean Gem.

Lapis let out a snort of laughter and Peridot began cackling.  They sat up and Peridot pulled her roommate into a hug as their laughter trailed off.

“Lapis…” Peridot murmured as the blue Gem gently ran her hand through the other’s triangular hair, “I love you.”

Lapis pulled slightly out of their tight hug so that she could look Peridot in the face.  The small green Gem was smiling so sweetly at her, her face glowing with a huge blush and her half-lidded green eyes full of such genuine adoration.

“You… you mean everything to me…” Peridot continued, fumbling slightly now and struggling to keep eye contact with the beautiful blue Gem in front of her.

Lapis moved closer to Peridot again now, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“I love you too, Peridot,” she replied with a caring smile.

They both sat for a moment, just staring into each other’s eyes.  Neither of them would have ever imagined that they’d end up like this, after the very turbulent start of their relationship – and yet, here they were. Sitting on the floor of their new home, completely besotted with one another.  Living a life together that neither one of them would change for the world.

Lapis leaned towards Peridot and began to kiss her again.  This time, they weren’t going to let anything stop them, as Peridot reached behind Lapis’ neck and slowly undid the dark blue bow completely…

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Sterek AU – How To Get Away With Murder
↳ in which Derek only uses Stiles to succeed in law school (or so they both thought)

I don’t do boyfriends.

The words are stuck on repeat inside Derek’s head even as he stops outside Stiles’ door, has been ever since he said them out loud hours before. It’s true–truer than most things that slips out of him these days–and yet it feels like he wasn’t just trying to convince Lydia, but also himself.

Which is ridiculous, because if there’s one thing he knows about himself, it’s that he can’t do relationships. Not since– No; he’s not built for that. He knows how to use his body, how to manipulate people. Someone made sure of teaching him that.

Derek knocks his knuckles on the door and hears Stiles’ steps on the other side, and suddenly his heart is in his throat and he thinks shit just as the door swings open.

“No,” Stiles says as soon as the gap is wide enough to reveal what’s behind the door, sounding as if Derek must be out of his mind. “I don’t care what your boss needs.”

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IT Came for You

NSFW pennywise x reader one shot. Reader was written as 21+, because there is some drinking involved. I also intended for the reader to be neutral so anyone could self insert.

There is: swearing/name calling (slut,whore,etc.)/mentions of alcohol/candle wax play/drool/biting. If you’re okay with all that HELL YEA enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

can you write #9, 10, or 13 about amren and varian?

Crying Headcanon:

  • When Amren begins to tear up she makes sure that no one is around to see her.

  • But Varian can sense there is something wrong and so he searches for Amren until he finds her locked up in their room.

  • He requests that she open the door, but Amren refuses. She does want him to see her like this.

  • Through her tears Amren can tell that Varian stands outside the bedroom. As if he would wait there forever until she let him in.

  • All that suddenly changes when Varian ends up breaking down the door much to Amren’s surprise.

  • “Did you just break the door?”

    “You were on the other side and if you weren’t going to open the door then it was coming down.”

  • Without another word Varian swoops up Amren from the window seat and sets her in the bed. 

  • He doesn’t say anything else. He lets Amren talk when she feels like it which she eventually does.

Sleeping Headcanon:

  • Amren loves visiting the Summer Court and sneaking into Varian’s bedroom like a wraith in the night.

  • She blends in with the shadows and moves down the hall until she reaches her destination.

  • After crawling into Varian’s bed she’ll physically lift up her lover’s arm and settle it on her waist. A familiar weight that makes her relax against his cool sheets.

  • Varian knows she has arrived the moment she stepped in front of his door. He quietly waits for her to come to him and get settled in for the night.

  • When Amren is pressed against him Varian wraps his arm tighter around and gives her a lingering kiss on her forehead. Letting her know full well that he is aware of her presence.

  • At some point in the night Varian rolls onto his back and pulls Amren with him. Her tiny frame curls up on his chest and her legs barely reach past his knees as they entwine together

  • Amren also makes little noises as she sleeps. Varian thinks it’s adorable, but Amren swears up and down that she does not make “puppy noises” as Varian calls them.

Soft Spot/Weakness Headcanon:

  • Amren is all about spending quality time alone. Anytime Varian takes them out to eat in an intimate private setting it always brings a small smile on Amren’s face.

  • She also enjoys jewelry. Rubies being her favorite of course.

  • Varian usually has specially made necklaces, rings or earrings made for Amren on special occasions, but sometimes he will surprise her randomly with her favorite gemstone.

  • Amren also secretly loves it when Varian will carry her on her back. The feeling is far more pleasurable compared to how Rhys and the other Illyrian’s try to carry her with their wings.

  • For Varian his heart skips a beat anytime Amren wears his clothing.

  • His shirts are far too big and will usually slide off of one her
    shoulders. More often then not the hems of his shirts will reach her knees but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

  • Watching her sleep in just his shirts or having her head rest upon his legs after a long day of training brings Varian comfort.

  • He’ll run his hands through her short ebony hair and relish in the feel of the strands sliding between his fingers.

  • Then she’ll make one of those small puppy-like noises and Varian can’t help but to smile down at his lover as she slumbers in his shirt.
Perfect

Hunk stared out of the window as he mixed the batter letting his mind drift.
“Morning” Lance mumbled as he stumbled in causing Hunk to nearly drop the bowl.
Lance was only wearing Hunks large orange shirt slipping off one shoulder, his hair was messy and slightly curled, with his glasses perched on the end of his nose.
“M-morning Lance.”
Hunk swallowed finding it very hard not to stare at his best friend in a very none platonic way.
Lance looked down at the shirt then sleepily back up at Hunk. “Hope you don’t mind, all my stuffs dirty.”
Hunk found he was only able to mutely nod as Lance walked over to the table.
He tried not to stare at Lance’s long beautiful legs, or how cute he always looked first thing in the morning.
“Hey Hunk.”
Hunk jumped looking up at Lance.
“Y-yeah?”
“You ever gonna kiss me?”
“What!”
Lance stood up and crossed the room “look I’ve had a crush on you since the Garrison, and I get it if you feel the same way bu-”
Lance was cut off my Hunk grabbing him, dipping him in his arms and kissing him.
“Like this?”
Lance blushed looking away “yeah… that was perfect.”

“Pudgy” (Peter Maximoff x Reader) Request

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Request: “Hi! could you please write something where peter is dating someone kinda chubby, and they’ve always been self conscious about their body? and it’s like angsty but then it ends in fluff (also could you put maybe self harm stuff in there, but only if you’re comfortable!) thxx ❤️❤️”~@omgalliegator 

Warnings: A lil steamy yo, cursing, self-depreciation

Pronouns: Gender-Neutral

A/N: Y’all I have no excuses. I’ve dropped the ball. I’m not going to say that I’ll never get this behind again but ya’know, I’ll try not to. I’ve been real sad lately and I almost deleted this account because I’m a freakin idiot. But, I love you all. Sorry.

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Peter’s breath was hot against your collarbone as he nipped at it lightly. You gripped his comforter as he pushed you back against his bed. He climbed on top of you and your hands slid across his neck and into his hair. You tugged on his lip lightly and he let out a low groan. His hands were warm against your stomach as they wandered up under your shirt. He felt you tense just a bit, but he was distracted by the little pull of your hands in his hair. He took in a sharp breath at the movement and grabbed your hips, pushing them down onto the bed again. He grinded against you. You let out a small moan at the friction, which only spurred him on. He began to pull your shirt up over your head and you immediately drew back. He flew backwards.

“Shit. I’m so sorry. I should have asked. I’m so sorry. Shit. Shit.”

“No! No! No! It’s not you, I just…I just look kind of gross. I’ve got all these stretch marks…”

You felt heat rising to your cheeks as you made a futile attempt to explain yourself. He knit his eyebrows together in confusion and glanced over you. Your hair was wild from his fingers running through it. Your lips were pink and swollen from being pressed against his. Your shirt had fallen off one shoulder. Little red marks were starting to form across the column of your throat. Your shorts had started riding up to your thighs. Just looking at you made his pants grow even tighter than they already were.

“You don’t want me to see your…stomach?”

You sighed and buried your face in your hands.

“I’m just…I’m kinda pudgy, you know?”

“So what? I mean, I’m obviously not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. But, so what if you’re pudgy?”

You shrugged and his shoulders relaxed. He toyed with the hem of your shirt.

“It really doesn’t bother me if you don’t want to, but can I see? Like, are you ok with that?”

You nodded slowly and he pulled you onto his lap. His hands moved under your shirt and grazed over your ribs. You shivered and he laughed to himself. You leaned forward and kissed him gently. It was slow and sweet and Peter couldn’t help but smile as his heart left into his chest. He dragged his hands up your back and pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it off the bed. He laid you back against the bed and ran his fingers over your tummy. You covered your eyes with your hands, thoroughly embarrassed by your own body.

“These little marks? That’s what you were so worried about?” You peaked out from behind your fingers and he smiled so brightly at you.

“But I’m pudgy.”

“Yeah! And it’s really hot!”

You laugh and smile at the beautiful boy that was admiring you. He leaned forward and kissed you again, only pulling away a little bit when he spoke.

“You are so fucking sexy.”    

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PERCABETH after Tartarus:

•Increase in Percabeth forehead kisses

•Percy becoming more serious than before.

•Annabeth walking with a slight limp in her strides from the broken ankle she used to have in Tartarus

•Percy always kissing a particularly bad scar on her shoulder that stands out a lot because he knows that Annabeth feels insecure about it.

•Annabeth using those shirts and sweaters that hangs off one shoulder when ever Percy is around or they are alone.

•Annabeth and Percy are always seen together, hugging, holding hands, kissing, etc..

•It seems as if they can’t let go of each other .

•(It’s rumored that they even shower together.)

•Percy and Annabeth sleeping in Cabin 3 together, and a couple days after they start sleeping together they mysteriously receive a king sized bed.

•Annabeth ends up moving all her stuff into the Poseidon cabin.

•Chiron isn’t too happy about them sleeping together, but he has to make an exception.

•Percy ends up tattooing Annabeth’s name on the small of his back.

•Annabeth occasionally becomes temporarily blind sometimes as an after effect of Calypso’s curse.

•The first time this happened they were eating breakfast when all of a sudden she doesn’t see anything, as if the world’s lights were suddenly turned off.

•She panicked and started screaming Percy’s name, even though he was right next to her.

•They left the pavilion quickly, Annabeth having a panic attack and Percy calming her down as they went to their cabin.

•Eventually, after 10 minutes, she could see again.

•Percy has a diagonal cut on his left eyebrow on the left side and for some reason the hair won’t grow back. (Annabeth secretly loves it.)

•Percy sometimes feels as if Annabeth is scared of him after he has a dream about him almost killing Akhlys again and he starts feeling ashamed all over again.

•The first night they arrive at Camp, they go to a cliff near the beach and look at the stars together.

•They start weeping because of Bob, and Percy quietly whispers, “Bob says hello.”

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