I’ve been sitting on this one for awhile, Nonny. It’s Time.
It didn’t take them long to figure out something was different about Shiro. Only long enough for them to warm up to each other.
The first time was after training. For the first time, they finally beat a higher level Gladiator, with enough skill and training that Allura had nothing serious to criticize.
Hunk whooped, punching a fist in the air and pulling off his headband to dab at the sweat on his forehead. “That’s how you do it,” he huffed out, beaming widely. Reaching out, he snagged Lance around the chest and heaved him up with one arm, both of them laughing.
“Me next!” Pidge called, more than a little mused herself. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she sweated a lot, it seemed. So Hunk grabbed her with his other arm, and spun both of them around in a gleeful circle.
Once Lance and Pidge were both set back down, pressed together and giggling, Hunk turned to Keith, arms spread wide. “Now you.”
For a moment, Keith narrowed his eyes, but then he sighed and spread his own arms, letting Hunk engulf him in a hug that made his spine bend with the pressure. “Thanks, Hunk,” Keith managed, voice strangled.
“Of course,” Hunk replied back, tone sunny, but there was a hint of mischief to his eyes. “And then one for our Glorious Leader.”
“You can have all the hugs you want if you don’t call me that.”
Hunk snickered. “No promises.” But he wrapped his arms around Shiro’s waist and heaved up to try and pick him off the floor.
You remember when I said I can’t write fanficiton for shit? Well here we go! My best attempt! If you like it please let me know! I’m working on Chapter 2! Takes place after season 2, after finding Shiro (because Shiro will come back I will not accept anything else omg).
Lance and the Voltron Team go on a mission that goes horribly wrong. Lance is left behind to be interrogated by the mysterious Galra Prince Lotor. The team must rush to get him back at all costs.
Chapter 1: Well, Great.
Lance awoke to the same face he had been seeing for a while
now. That’s the thing about space, it’s hard to tell the time. But this Prince
Lotor guy was making it even harder since he didn’t let Lance sleep more than
an hour at a time, well he hoped it was an hour.
Team Voltron had been floating across the galaxy and found a
distress beacon from a nearby planet. When they landed Allura asked the people
what was wrong since they seemed pretty peachy for apparently being under
distress. They lead the Voltron team to these large trees, like huge, way
bigger than Earth’s trees. They entered a kind of makeshift elevator and when
they reached the top they saw the problem.
A huge Galra ship hanging in the sky above them. No
movement, nothing firing, just sitting there in the atmosphere above the
planet. Obviously the people had panicked, sounded the distress beacon but the
ship hadn’t done anything for a full week. The ship was making the people
nervous so they left the beacon on hoping someone would come help them.
It was weird. Really weird. So of course they had to check
it out. Team Voltron. Wooh. Anyway so eventually they went back to the castle.
Allura and Coran did every scan they thought of and well they found no signs of
life. Also weird. But they couldn’t destroy the ship, not from the castle. The
shields were still up and they had to be disabled. So someone, namely Pidge had to
get on the ship, disable the shield and get out so the castle could blast it
out of the sky. Simple.
First of all Lance was the only one to think that maybe this
wasn’t a great idea. Everyone else was convinced the scans worked, that no one
was on the ship. Of course they went in still on alert but you know, things
never go well for the paladin in blue. So Pidge was escorted by Lance and Keith
while Hunk and Shiro waited with the castle just in case.
They entered the ship no problem. Not a big deal. Even got
to the control panel without a hitch. But as soon as Pidge so much as touched
the console things went to shit, real quick. When Pidge touched the console it
set off some sort of alarm, out of nowhere Lance heard guards gathering outside
the control room door. He and Keith readied their bayards then the comms went
nuts. Shiro, Hunk and the castle had been surrounded by a Galra fleet. There
was no escape. It had been a trap.
So Lance made a decision and a dangerous one. Without
thinking he grabbed Keith and Pidge by the back of their uniforms and threw
them over the edge of the control board, down a long drop where a vent lead to
the outside of the ship. Pidge made a surprise squeak with Keith yelling
Lance’s name. Lance turned and began to fire on the Galra soldiers. He knew
what he had to do.
“I’m gonna blow the ship. Get as far away as you can,
wormhole out if you have to!” He shouted over the comms.
There was muffled sounds of protest from Shiro and Hunk
before the comms went dead completely. Great now they couldn’t communicate. The guards
were piling through the door like mice escaping a hole. He had to hope that by
now Pidge and Keith had made it far enough away, he couldn’t hold them any
longer. So he turned his back, taking what cover he could from the tons of
fire. He aimed at the crystal in front of him. He needed to break it. So he looked
where he could fire. Where the crystal attached, he’s sure he can hit it. He
aims, a shot from one of the guards hits him in the shoulder. Doesn’t matter.
He breathes and fires. The shot hit sure and true and the crystal began to
crack, sparks coming from it. Lance jumped into the cavern, going down the shaft to the vent.
The crystal explodes.
can’t hear anything, the explosion must have blown an ear drum. His back feels
hot, spinning out of control into open air, jet pack not functioning. Great.
Blue isn’t near enough to get to him. He had no idea how the castle was if
everyone was okay. But the g-forces were causing his head to spin and he began
to lose consciousness. His last thought was, I hope everyone gets out okay. Lance’s vision goes black as he
continues to tumble towards the planet’s surface.
Everyone sees it, they hear it too. Keith and Pidge managed
to get back to the castle in one piece right before the whole ship goes up. The
explosion would have been spectacular if it wasn’t so frightening. Hunk and
Shiro stopped fight just of a moment in sheer horror as the whole ship
explodes. Lance was on that ship.
But the explosion works. The fleet takes damage, the
explosion bigger than usual since they were fighting in the atmosphere rather
than space. It takes out several ships. They have a chance to escape.
But everyone is frozen. Until they see it. A tiny figure
tail spinning out of control in a blue and white suit.
“Lance!” Shiro shouts, trying to get to him before he hits the surface. But enemies were replacing the destroyed ones and he couldn’t get
there in time.
Suddenly the ship that had hung back for the entire battle
did something none of them expected. It sent out a beam of purple light and
shined it on Lance’s out of control form. Lance’s body went limp, still
and then slowly began to drag him toward the Galra ship.
Keith yelled, “They’re taking him!”
“We have to get him!” Pidge insisted. She hated the way he
was limp, was he unconscious or worse?
They rushed to go get their lions. But Allura’s voice
“YOU CANNOT!” She shouted.
Everyone paused even Shiro and Hunk who were still fighting outside the castle but they heard it over the comms. They had never heard Allura scream like that.
“We must wormhole out, we cannot win this fight.” She said
this time barely a whisper.
There was a stunned silence before Keith of all people
“That’s LANCE out there! He just risked his life to give us
a chance! We can’t abandon him!” Keith said, outraged.
Allura took in a breath.
“That is exactly why we need to go. Now. Lance bought us
time. We can’t waste it.” She turned to them, tears in her eyes. Keith’s rage
“We will come back for him. We will find him and bring him
home. However we need to be alive to do that. I’m certain we would not survive
an assault on that ship. We must leave. Now.” Allura said tears streaking down
She wiped them the best she
could and went to the comms telling Hunk and Shiro to come back. They were
going to wormhole out. Reluctantly they came back, looking pale and worried.
The ship made the wormhole, leaving the Galra and Lance behind.
Lance’s head felt heavy. His back felt worse, dry and
stinging. He was being suspended against a wall. Arms, legs and torso bound by
heavy thick clamps on the walls. Everything hurt. He slowly raised his head,
moving it seemed to make it worse but he needed to see where he was. He knew he wasn’t in
the castle but where exactly was he?
He blinked his eyes. Realizing quickly that one was having
trouble seeing, which is a great thing to add to his ever growing list of
problems. The room was dark with metal floors, walls and ceiling. Purple lights
lined the walls in a linear pattern. He recognized that purple anywhere. He was
on a Galra ship. Great.
He spent time looking over his injuries. He took a shot to
the shoulder, he remembered that. But the rest must have been from the
explosion or the free fall. His back was burnt, realizing the sensation. His
left eye couldn’t see very well, vision was dark and tinted red. He could feel
a cut over his eyebrow pulsing and swollen. His jaw felt fat and burned. The clamps were holding him to
the wall a bit too tight and it seemed hard to draw a good breath. What a mess.
Soon the door flew open, showering the room in purple light.
A tall man stepped in, long white hair and purple skin. Yellow almost glowing
eyes looked at Lance with an interest that made his skin crawl. He was wearing
armor, fancy armor. This guy was definitely in charge. Lance smirked,
confidence couldn’t fail him now.
“Who are you? Zarkon’s replacement?” Lance asked, smug
The man took a moment and smiled.
“Yes, something like that.” He confirmed.
Lance was a little stunned, he honestly hadn’t expected him
“What, really?!” Lance asked, shocked.
The man smiled.
“My name is Prince Lotor, I am Zarkon’s son.” He took a step
forward, examining Lance a little closer.
Once satisfied with being a creep he backed off.
”I must inform you
that your fellow paladins have abandoned you.” Lotor said.
Lance breathed a small breath of relief. So they did get
out. Good. That’s good, Lance thought although he couldn’t help the lump
forming in his throat.
“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Lance said confidently.
Well he hoped anyway. Lotor paused and smile kept on his
“If that’s the case, how about we get started?”
Lance swallowed the lump was getting bigger. Two guards from
the hallway came through the door.
“Bring it big ears.” Lance smirked.
Lotor’s face didn’t change, not even a twitch of anger. Now
that Lance could see him up close, for a Galra he was pretty handsome. Nice
hair. Although he seemed not all Galra. Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that but
something about him read a little more of something else.
Lotor took a step closer, the guards following him closely
as a flood of more people came into the room. Druids, that’s what their called.
Cloaked with masks but the creepy witch lady wasn’t there which was a relief.
But they shuffled in with metal floating boxes and began to take out what Lance
had to guess was torture devices which wasn’t so great.
Lotor began to talk.
“You are the blue paladin of Voltron, riding the blue lion
which also is a leg of Voltron. You were injured due to the explosion on the
false ship over the planet of Neva. You escaped through a vent but the
explosion was rather close to you. You were sent into the atmosphere were the
gravity forced you unconscious. Our ship rescued you before you hit the planet.
Once on board we treated some of your wounds so you did not die. But we left the
majority that were not life threatening. Once you were brought aboard our ship
the rest of the paladins used the explosion to escape us via wormhole.” Lotor
“This is the information we know. You see Zarkon was not one
to share information with others. He unfortunately did not leave me any
information about Voltron or its paladins. So I must gather the information
myself.” He paused as a druid handed him something small and metallic.
The lump in Lance’s throat was growing bigger. He wanted to
go home. He was scared. Terrified. But somewhere in the back of his mind which
was flooded with terror rose something else. He remembered he protected the
team. They were fine and were going to live for another day. Something in Lance
clicked in place like a gear in his body was replaced with something stronger.
It didn’t matter. What happened to him didn’t matter. He must do everything he
can to keep everyone safe. His emotions became steel and the breath that had been
coming too quickly slowed. The fear was still there but that was natural the
rest was made of unmoving steel.
Lance looked at Lotor his eyes narrowing and smirk plastered
all over his face. He was not afraid.
“Why don’t you just get started then? Quit the chatter.”
Lotor paused and blinked momentarily surprised. But then his
smile grew across his face.
“Oh. I will have fun breaking you.”
So quick. Lance didn’t even register as Lotor took the small
metal object and shoved it through Lance’s hand. Lance screamed.
Can I request Vixx reaction to hearing you moan for the first time?💓
a/n: here it is!
(づ￣ ³￣)づ and i’m sorry for the delay.
N: You guys were having the first really hot makeout session. When he squeezed your butt, you can’t help but let out a moan. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you with a shy smile. “That was so hot.” You laughed and pulled him back to kiss him.
Leo: You were kissing and his hands were in your hair and pulled lightly, making you moan. He tried to pretend not to care, but you felt him smile in the middle of the kiss.
Ken: When you felt his warm hands on your breasts, you moaned immediately. He gave you a smile and began to kiss yor neck, just to hear more.
Ravi: His hands were on your butt. When he squeezed hard, you let out a loud moan. “That was very hot, baby.” He said into your ear. “C'mon, let me hear more.”
Hongbin: He was kissing you slowly and that was very good. His hands began to run around your body and unconsciously, you let out a moan. “I know I’m hot, but control yourself baby.” He said with a smile and you slapped him.
Hyuk: You were having a makeout session on the couch. He was on top of you and began to move his hips. You moaned with the sensation. And that was just an incentive for him to continue, he loved that.
Where OITNB got police violence and race wrong, Dear White People got it right. I’ll try not to be too spoilery, but I make no promises
OITNB: The whole season built up the asshole white guard vs. the women of color prisoners. At the end, it was the bumbling good natured newbie guard who accidentally killed a woman of color. Which instead of highlighting the reality of recent events and BLM, it went “well he didn’t mean to, shit got out of control, lets get him some therapy and hot cocoa, and see how these women overreact with rioting, for shame on them.”
DWP: The entire series is about the blatant and not so blatant acts of racism. Episode 5 was a direct commentary on the abuse of power cops exert over people of color. It was raw, real, and there was no “oopsies, did I suffocate you, oh gosh darn”, it was “I will kill you because I have a gun, and hate you”
This list is a mix of recently posted or updated works both WIPs and complete; some from well-known authors, some from slightly less well-known ones.
Magic to Make the Sanest Man Go Mad by @vadianna E - 15,400 - updated 2/14/17 This is a richly-detailed canonverse story; Ben travels the galaxy with his uncle at the behest of the Senate; they arrive on Tatooine where Ben meets Hux, CO of what Ben thinks at first is some sort of planetary militia. Ben expects Hux to be impressed and pleased to meet him - naturally Hux disobliges and gives Ben a quick and dirty lesson on Outer Rim realities. THEN Ben finds out who his grandfather really was.
Here At The End of All Things by sarencen, @ad-aphelion T - 1,000 Inspired by a beautiful artwork from littleststarfighter. Short and bittersweet. This author has a gift for imbuing a relatively small number of words with great emotional power. Prepare for feels.
Blue Fires by @claricechiarasorcha E - 5,100 Kind of a follow-up to My Skin is Theirs (the Cadet Hux pictures fic) - it starts as some delightful uniform kink, Kylo having decided that the appearance of ‘Lt. Naberrie’ might be a fitting gift to Hux. It then makes an even more delightful detour into lingerie, followed by some unexpected and unanticipated admissions and…feelings.
The Deck 12 Recreational Lounge by gundamoocow, @agent-nemesis E - 4,200 A ‘missed connections’ personals ad fic from a kyluxhardkinks prompt; extremely porny and very funny. Escalating levels of exhibitionism, humiliation, and a pilot who doesn’t realize until it’s too late just who that hot redhead he’s hoping to hook up with is - not to mention his black-haired sex parter.
Do You Remember by @gefionne E - 9,300 A bracing trip into Classic Kylux territory. Hux put an end to their brief affair of convenience (at least that’s what he thought of it as) weeks ago. But Ren can’t forget about it, and is determined to make Hux admit there might have been something more - and that it should resume. Perfectly detailed settings, moods, and characterization.
Fanboy by @helvel E - 12,500 - updated 11/13/16 The TFA we know is a self-insert fan fic being written by Hux and Kylo, two Star Wars fanboys extraordinaire who are also co-workers at a local (kind of janky) Star Wars theme park. They spend most of their time working on their massive collaborative fic (Kylo does the artwork, too) and having sex. But that’s not a relationship, Hux thinks, horrified at the very idea once it occurs to him.
Oh, Is It Love? by substance black, @42dicks T - 14,400 - updated 2/10/2017 Set in the 1970s. Hux is a counselor-in-training at the summer camp Ben is forced to attend against his will (Han: “He’s sure hiding in his room! When’s the last time he even got outside? It’s not healthy!”). Ben is awkward and angry, defiant and almost immediately unpopular with the other kids. Hux is stiff standoffish; the other counselors and campers more or less respect him, but he’s not close to any of them. How will this odd couple get together?
Extreme Prejudice by florescentgrey, @yeats-infection M - 5,300 Apocalypse Now AU. Hux is called in to get into the jungle lair of renegade Col. Snoke; there he also finds stoned-out-of-his-mind photojournalist Ben. This is a meditation on what war does to the people who fight it, especially the ones who find that it is the thing they are best at doing. Whether you’ve seen the film or not, the atmosphere of it is very well invoked here, and is a great lens for viewing the familiar TFA characters from a different, but similar, angle.
Into the Garbage Chute by for_autumn_i_am, @longstoryshortikilledhim E - 15,600 A Techienician Modern AU; they are vendors at a convention who meet first in line and then discover that their tables are next to one another. Techie is the wild and experienced one, Matt the eager first-timer. As with most Techienician fics, you can hardly believe that they will be able to overcome their various issues and figure out that they can and probably should get together.
Vertigo by Verbyna, @soundslikepenance T - 2,900 - updated 1/28/17 This Hollywood AU reads like something by Joan Didion. Hux is finally directing; the script is his baby. Ren is the star. It’s not easy for Hux, though. (“But mostly, it’s Ren. Mostly, it’s telling Ren’s body and face what to do on a daily basis, then fielding calls from Snoke all night about his precious, untouchable protege. The height of Hux’s career is just a stepping stone for Ren, who only wants to fuck Hux to pass the time until he moves on to bigger things.”). He’s using his own memories and feelings as coins given to Ren to fuel his acting and perhaps keep him from getting completely unmanageable. And now they’re over budget.
The Roof of the Nightby @kyluxtrashcompactor E - 10,200 - updated 2/25/17 This picks up where All the Way to Your Door left off; this time, the focus is on Ben. There are hints at many terrible things from his past, and he has severe PTSD and other issues to deal with. The author has a remarkable insight into the thought processes and behavior patterns of a person struggling with these problems, and the writing is compassionate and incisive.
Swipe Right for Slow Burn Regret by @jinxedambitions E - 20,500 - updated 2/26/17 Modern AU where Hux is a workaholic high school science teacher whose friend Coach Phasma signs him up for Tinder, because the Great Drought needs to end. He mistakenly matches up with Kylo, a tattoo artist, and several expertly written, hilariously awful sexual encounters follow.
Bubblegum by @firstordershitposting E - 12,600 - updated 2/19/17 Somehow I missed the amazing prequel of this, Cherry, until now. Kylo’s porn career as Lord Ten Inches progresses on, as does his romance (full of fetishy cosplay) with former virgin twink and PhD Hux, who invites Kylo to meet his parents over the Christmas holiday. One suitcase of dildoes might not be enough, and Hux discovers that his parents use Kylo’s videos as marital aids. There’s still another chapter to come.
The Mountebank by @kdazrael E - 15,300 Kylo signs up for what he thinks is a paid medical study; Dr Hux is surprisingly good at giving prostate exams and massages. And for what purpose is he keeping all of those semen samples? During a one night stand (not with Hux), he comes to the realization that all is not right - and resolves to confront that charlatan the very next day. The dialogue in this is off the charts.
Bad Things by @ellabesmirched E - 78,200 - updated 2/22/17 A serial killer’s body count is growing, but Detective Ben Solo is on the job. He meets Hux when Hux’s business partner Snoke is the latest victim. This fic showcases Ben the sort-of out-of-control mess and features an amazingly hot non-intercourse sex scene. The dialogue in this fic is especially great and in-character.
Victor as a ridiculously old vampire - we’re talking centuries old - who has reached a point in life where he’s giving up on finding things to interest him. (If this is an au where there’s a difference between like born vampires and turned vampires, Victor would definitely be a full blood born vampire).
Yuuri as a new vampire, who is still new to the vampire thing and pretty much terrified of himself and the whole blood drinking thing.
Yuuri avoids actively drinking blood, and so when he gets super hungry his inner eros vampire comes out and basically takes control and he’s hot af okay? Okay.
They meet by accident during one of the nights Yuuri has given in to his other side and Victor came across him drinking the blood of some woman in an alley (he smelt blood and Yuuri’s a messy eater).
Eros Yuuri sort of teases Victor a lot, gets him all excited, and then flits away before morning and Victor is left to realise the bastard took his heart. (Not literally).
Yuuri not remembering any of it in the morning.
Victor tracks down Yuuri and basically tries to court him, but realises Yuuri doesn’t remember and doesn’t turn into Eros Yuuri very often (since he puts off drinking blood).
Victor instead trying to court Yuuri properly, and helps him accept himself.
Victor allowing Yuuri to drink from him whenever he’s about to lose control whilst Yuuri is still hesitant to drink from humans.
Basically probably a lot of kinkier blood drinking happens too..
talk about everyone’s favourite BnHA prince, Todoroki Shouto, and his
parental figures. This kid is some weird cross between Haikyuu’s
Kageyama and the Last Airbender’s Zuko, in that he’s a socially
awkward pretty boy with a dark past and some very serious daddy
issues. This kid has seen some shit, my dudes. And like those two he gets a rather satisfying, still ongoing character arc, making him one of those characters you can’t help but root for. You know what else
Todoroki is? A walking symbolism manual.
BnHA is very interesting in the way it deals with parents. As opposed to most manga, they don’t just all die or disappear into
the background here. This series has some of the warmest mother-son
relationships (hello Midoriya Inko), and it’s also chock full of
father figures (Dad Might, Dadzawa, Dad Torino). People like
Kirishima in the manga, get several of these mentors to help them on
on the other hand, gets surprisingly few. He doesn’t have the same
relationship with Aizawa or All Might that Midoriya and Bakugou have,
and he doesn’t even get a separate mentor during his
apprenticeship, because he chooses to spend that time with his own
father. In a way, this makes a lot of sense. Whereas Midoriya
gets outside guidance to grow, Todoroki’s character development is
very much an internal struggle. It is central to Todoroki’s character
arc that he learns how to deal with the parents he already has.
Putting this under a cut because it’s super long, and it ventures a little into manga territory (i tried to keep the spoilers mild).
Finally the time has come! Part one of my Lafayette series is complete and what perfect timing because it’s Lafayette’s birthday! I’m super excited about starting this new series and I hope you like it! If you want to be tagged in part two please let me know!
“Don’t look so sullen (Y/N),” your father chastised.
“I’m not sullen Father. I just don’t see why I have to go to the party. It’s terribly boring and all of the men…”
“Enough! You are my only daughter and it is your obligation to go to this party. We are personally invited every year by Monsieur Deforest and I will not tolerate you insulting our host.”
“But Father…” You tried to argue.
“I won’t hear another word (Y/N),” your father interrupted, “Please just try to have a good time and maybe you will catch someone’s eye. Do you like the new dress I brought you back from Paris?
“It’s lovely,” you said quietly as you smoothed your skirt.
“You look like your mother with your hair done like that. Go on now mon cher, you don’t want to be late,” he said with a loving smile.
The Deforest family was the wealthiest family in your town. Their winter ball was something everyone looked forward too as soon as the seasons began to change. There was music, dancing, good food, and everyone who was anyone was invited. You frown as you walked up into the entry way of their mansion. It was no secret to you that your father was hoping that you would find a suitable man at one of these parties and he had taken it upon himself to make sure you attended every single one. It was exhausting to say the least. In a small town such as this there were vary few bachelors that your father found acceptable and none of them had managed to keep your attention. They didn’t seem to enjoy the fact that you were an educated woman with an opinion.
“Here we go,” you whispered as you walked into the ballroom.
Request/Summary: Anonymous requested - Can you do a imagine with Regulus Black where he and Lily’s younger sister are dating for some time in secret and one day when Snape or some other slytherin says something to her, instead of Lily or some of the marauders, he defends her before he could stop himself and then he kinda realizes he is in love with her?
Word Count: 2220
Warnings: Fluff :)
The cool breeze swirled in the air, spiralling out of control in tangled shapes all around as the hot summer sun blazed from high above. You laid down on the grass, hair tumbling out behind you as you kept your eyes closed and relaxed with a contented smile placed firmly on your dainty mouth as you allowed the warmth to soak into every inch of skin.
Vaguely, you could hear the chatter of your friends from around you; Lily’s voice piercing through the deeper tones of your male friends. You had been so jealous when Lily’s letter had arrived, some many years ago now. Not having been able to understand Petunia’s disgust with what their sister was, you kept in close correspondence with your sister throughout her time at Hogwarts in her first year, never allowing even a week to pass without a letter being sent.
The Vongola making-out ~headcanon [includes Varia]
majestic sky has to be the sweetest of them all. Just like his element
indicates he has the power to make you understand you most definitely belong to
him and only him. Tsuna’s kisses are usually slow, affectionate and romantic,
but when he is in a more bossy-mood and gets more serious he can unleash
amazing passion that will just make you melt right away. Hint: While making-out you should let your hands roam on every part
of his body. It boosts his confidence and he takes it as a sign that he has the
permission to get it further.
The man is
the definition of the term “raging, restless storm”. When he is in a good mood,
his kisses begin slow, with a steady rhythm, until he unleashes all those
hidden feelings with passion and impatience. Because let’s face it; he is a
tsundere, a bad boy and a drama queen. I could easily picture him playing the
role of a werewolf in Twilight. When he is in a bad mood, meaning he is
jealous, insecure or even angry, he attacks with ferocity, the make-out session
turning rough and hot. With Hayato, you explore the meaning of eros. It’s a
love you need, a love unexplainable
which you should never approach with logic. He is unpredictable and extremely
passionate. Hint: Don’t chase him.
He likes feeling like a predator. Also, touch his abs while kissing, he will
feel proud of himself.
tranquil rain that washes away everything… that’s exactly how his kisses are.
Just one of those sweet, loving kisses and all the troubles are forgotten.
Takeshi is usually the calm and soft type, giving light to every dark day that
clouds your mood. However, you shouldn’t be fooled by his cheerful and sweet
demeanor. He can be surprisingly playful and dirty and allow me to say that his
kisses hide a certain amount of possessiveness. When he’s serious, the passion
he displays amazes you to the very end. Every kiss is a raindrop and sometimes
they can hit like bullets in miniatures. Hint:
He loves it when you make the first move, because he doesn’t want to make you
uncomfortable and he is secretly a bit insecure. He is honestly husband
Ryohei will seriously get you burning and not only because he is the sun
guardian. His lips are rough, his tongue is fire and his hands are beams. Most
of the time his kisses are hot, fervent and eager but there are days when he is
EXTREMELY sweet, loving and romantic. He can clearly be a cute cinnamon roll.
He is also very very playful and is able to cheer you up with just a smile of
his. Hint: He can hold his breath
for a long time so you better practice beforehand or you’ll probably drown in
drifting cloud, he rarely takes initiative to engage in a make out session.
However, when he is in the mood… run devil run! It’s not a coincidence that he
refers to himself as carnivore and his catchphrase “I’ll bite you to death” is
not for humor. He always has that dangerous confident smirk when he is about to
attack and his tone becomes a bit more playful, but bossy nonetheless. Oh yeah,
Kyoya gives orders during a make out
session. “On the table”, “lie down”, “pull my tie”… the orders become more and
more inappropriate as the actual intercourse approaches. Hint:
he might, just might, be into dirty
talking among the kisses.
This guy is
very skillful when it comes to making out. He has an incredible technique that
makes you melt into the kisses as his mist dulls every corner of your mind. He
is confident, playful, very naughty and likes to tease you. But the best part
is his voice. Oh that raspy, sexy, breathless tone of his while he murmurs
sweet and dirty nothings, with your faces only 3 centimeters apart…! He smirks
into the kisses as you gasp every time his hands snake to inappropriate places
of your body. He kisses passionately, rarely rough and he can be surprisingly
sweet when it fits the atmosphere, kissing you softly, lovingly. Hint: You can always trap him with a
challenge. Something among the lines of
“Think you can deceive me with your skills?” and he will capture you in no
guy is totally into classic kissing. He is romantic most of the time,
approaching you with a rose in hand and a cheesy pick-up line hanging from his
lips. He will try movie quotes too. His kisses are mostly slow and rapturous
giving the atmosphere an air of flirt and romance. He loves teasing you and he
can also get pretty playful if he’s in the mood. Hint: Pretend you are actually falling for his sweet nothings. He will
feel much more comfortable.
definition of rough. His lips are rough, his movement are rough, his skin is
rough, his hold is rough. Of course, what would you expect from the boss of an
assassination squad, who also carries both sky and storm flames? He dominates
each and every kiss, his impatience getting the best of him. But he needs
competition, as his lover you have to try as hard as you can to gain control,
even though it’s practically impossible, otherwise he’ll get bored and probably
drop out of the relationship. His powerful kisses are those that awake all of
your senses, draw out your breath and make you reach a level of existence you
didn’t even know existed. Hint: he
likes hearing you moan while your lips and tongues are connected, it’s a sign
that he has established his dominance.
guy is the honest proof that there are sharks out of the water too. His kisses
are hungry, desirous and sometimes rough. He is into french-kissing and has
developed a rather pleasurable skill concerning his tongue. The make out
session gets very hot until he can’t control himself any longer and proceeds to
the next step. As his lover you should pose a challenge for him, making him
unable to turn his back at the chance of getting with a confident woman. He also likes cornering you, trapping you
between his arms so you won’t have a choice but accept his kisses. Hint: You should use your teeth to bite
his lips, he likes having a tough woman.
This prince belongs to the storm clan as well,
meaning he is a bit difficult to deal with. He is playful and probably
sadistic, his kisses being special, swift and thrilling. During a make-out
session with this blond you will clearly sense an air of possessiveness. He
rarely asks for permission to explore your body. His movements are haste and
his tongue slips in your mouth
without warning. He promises to leave you breathless. Hint: Moan as much as you can into his mouth. It will definitely feed
poker-faced boy is a case that requires patience. Despite being able to insult
people right into their faces, his honesty getting the best of him, he is
rather shy when it comes to girls, feelings and kisses. So, until he gets
really used to it, you will be the one making most of the moves. The kisses are
brief, sweet and neat. Nothing too complicated. Hint: He secretly likes surprise pecks, do that more often.
Hey guys, this a prompt fill from the awesome @cheryllclayton it doesn’t completely follow the prompt as I got a bit carried away.
This prompt has also been filled by @betsforsythetrash , who did an awesome job and you should go and read it because it’s really really good, and there is a part 2.
This one takes a different route and is partially inspired by the “What if Riverdale characters were on Tinder” video where everyone was swiping right on FP. Also in this story FP was not arrested, Jughead has moved back home with him and Polly has had her twins.
Also it is a bit of a long one so there is a “Keep Reading” cut.
“Hey Mr Andrews.” Betty said excitedly as she pulled her car up to the construction site. She had decided that she would stay in Riverdale over the summer. After the drama that had happened over the school term, spending time with her family and her new niece and nephew sounded like the perfect way to spend summer. And well there was also Jughead. They had caught up at the end of most days at Pop’s each with a vanilla milkshake, the classic, as he would say, as he told her stories of what had happened at the construction site while she told him everything that Eliza and Jason Jnr were doing now as well as the million photos that she had captured on her phone. Flicking excitedly through each one.
Today though she had decided that she would surprise him by bringing him lunch from Pop’s of course and they could share. She had managed to convince her mum to give her some time away from the register to come out despite a deadline looming over their heads. She could swear her mum had a soft spot for Jughead.
“I brought Jughead some lunch, is he here?” She asked as Fred approached her from the foreman’s office.
“Him and Archie have just gone to pick up a delivery, should be back in about 5 mins.” He assured her as he saw the disappointment cross her face that he was not here for her surprise.
“Okay, I’ll just wait.” She smiled brightly, clutching the paper bag in her hand.
“You can wait in the office if you like.” Fred offered, but she shook her head.
“I’ll wait out here, enjoy the sunshine.” Enjoying the feeling of being outside instead of at home with Polly or at the register with her mum.
“Okay. Just put this on for me.” He handed her a spare hard hat from the wall of the office. “Just in case.” She took the hard hat from him placing it on her head, before walking away to try and find somewhere comfortable to bask in the sun. The sun hit her eyes and she was grateful for the shielding that the hard hat provided.
She walked around the construction site as she examined the work men around, she had always admired how so much could be built out of nothing.
“Hey girlie.” She spun in the direction of the voice to see two of the workers, needling each other as the eyed her up and down. She suddenly felt subconscious in her shorts and singlet. “Did you bring me something sweet?” He called from his position his fellow workman obviously encouraging him. She hmmphed and walked away from them, thinking that perhaps she should retreat into the safety of the office.
“Leave her alone.” A familiar voice barked back at the two workers who were now chuckling to each other, but stopped when they heard him. “That’s my son’s girlfriend, show some damn respect.” She turned to thank him when she stopped, at a loss for words.
THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE HEARD OF THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT AU TELL ME MORE
If you have any questions about our flight today, please don’t hesitate to ask one of our flight attendants.
- Kenma is a frequent flier and is therefore completely unimpressed by and uninterested in whatever happens on the plane. The peace and quiet of a night flight allows him to make good progress with his games and he finds the sound of the plane engine quite soothing. Kuroo, a flight attendant on many of the planes Kenma travels on, is especially fond of him and goes out of his way to make sure Kenma has extra blankets and pillows, and to ask about Kenma’s game progress. Kenma gets all cute and flustered every time Kuroo remembers which game he’s playing, especially if he hasn’t flown in a while. Kuroo finds this reaction so adorable he has to go and take a breather in the staff area to try and get a hold of himself.
- Bokuto, another frequent flier, is the exact opposite. He finds flying to be exciting and absolutely fascinating and is always asking Akaashi, the flight attendant, questions about the plane’s journey and flight path and what the weather is like. Akaashi is quietly indulgent and patiently answers all of his questions. He thinks Bokuto’s enthusiasm is really sweet. When Bokuto seems to be feeling down during a flight, Akaashi will make time to have a chat and will volunteer the info himself, without having to be asked, because it always seems to cheer Bokuto up.
- Hinata, bored on a mostly empty flight, keeps pressing the call button to summon the flight attendant because he wants attention. Flight attendant Kageyama gets more and more annoyed with his requests, until he finally demands to know what the hell Hinata is playing at. Hinata bluntly says that he thinks Kageyama is cute when annoyed and Kageyama, completely caught off guard, goes bright red and gapes like a fish before doing an abrupt about-face and stalking back down the asile to the safety of the staff area. Amused and intrigued by Kageyama’s reaction - and totally lacking in any sort of subtlty - Hinata makes a point of leaning into the aisle to watch Kageyama every time he goes past. Kageyama doesn’t stop blushing for the rest of the flight, but just before they start the landing procedure he shoves a spare juice box into Hinata’s hands. He’s taped his email address to the side of it.
- Oikawa’s natural charm and good looks make him a very popular flight attendant. He had been in training to become a pilot, but changed his mind when he realised that he would rather spend a long-haul flight being able to interact with the passengers than stuck in a tiny room at the front of the plane. He flirts shamelessly and indiscriminately, but his favourite targets are attractive businessmen like Iwaizumi, who is a regular passenger on Oikawa’s flights. Iwaizumi’s strong poker-face and lack of engagement with the flirting leads Oikawa to try more and more outrageous ways of garnering a reaction, including leaning into his personal space when reaching to collect the food tray from the next seat over, sneaking in some gentle caresses and being touchy-feely when unecessarilly adjusting the position of Iwaizumi’s pillows and even “accidentally” spilling a drink into Iwaizumi’s lap (which, of course, means Oikawa has to mop up the mess himself while kneeling in a very provocative manner and making bedroom eyes up at Iwaizumi).
- Iwaizumi is by no means immune to Oikawa’s persistent attentions, but he prefers to watch Oikawa interact with other passengers the most. When Oikawa is charming old ladies and sneaking them extra drinks or bending down to talk soothingly to a scared child during turbulence, Oikawa’s enthusiasm for and dedication to his job really shines through, and that is when Iwaizumi finds Oikawa to be the most attractive.
It was demanding.
The simple way that slow innocent kisses transformed into eager filled ones with such hunger that we got lost, in ourselves, in each other, in the moment, we lost ourselves in passion.
It awoke every fiber of my being wanting more and more and yet still being conscious about it and going slow.
The only things that were rushing were our heartbeats and desire, in such a way that you could feel electricity between us.
The grip was tight and yet, not close enough. Neck kisses, masked passion, breathing faster, less talking.
It felt natural, easy and uncomplicated, without any strings that could get tied up or cut.
So there is some slight sin here. There is NO smut but there is sin- kind of. The sin is more for comedic purposes than for other purposes well kind of- there is this ending …. okay let’s just say this is not for small eyes.
It was a stupid idea, a really really stupid idea. Even Plagg told him what a truly terrible plan it was but Adrien was determined to even the score between him and Marinette even if that meant embarrassing himself to do so. Marinette already had a hard enough time talking to Adrien and due to last night’s incident Adrien didn’t want the same to happen between her and Chat Noir. Adrien knew he was taking a gamble, his plan would either work and smooth things over with Marinette or it would leave them both completely mortified around each other for all eternity. No pressure or anything.
Adrien transformed into Chat Noir and made his way to Marinette’s and like the gentleman he was he knocked. There was no answer. Chat sucked in a breath before crawling towards the window. He peered inside to find the room empty. Chat made his way inside this time being sure to check that the bathroom door was open and there wasn’t a showering girl inside. Taking a few deep breaths to calm his nerves Chat paced around the room. Should he wait for her to get back first? Or should he just do it now? Chat stared at the trap door to her room. Gritting his teeth Chat made the decision that it would be better to just do it now like ripping off a bandaid.
“dance with me,” viktor says quietly. he holds out a hand, warm and inviting, but yuuri is petty and almost doesn’t take it. except that he looks up and sees the look on viktor’s face, the desperation with which he gazes back, the need to find forgiveness for actions yuuri suddenly realizes aren’t really as grievous as his anxiety-filled mind had made them out to be.
he takes viktor’s hand, lets himself be pulled into viktor’s space. they’re both accomplished dancers in many different styles, but here in their kitchen with dinner getting cold around them they just sway, gentle back and forth movements that remind yuuri of calm ocean waves.
(they have bad days sometimes.
today it’s a difference of opinion on choreography that grew into something hot and fierce and out of control before either of them could find the moment they needed to calm down. they’d fought on the ice, and yuuri had flubbed all of his jumps following, and viktor had told him to get himself together or go home.
yuuri had gone home.
he’d gone home because he’d known that if he’d stayed he would’ve said something he wouldn’t have been able to take back. so he’d gone, and viktor hadn’t followed, and that had stung more than he’d like to admit.
but viktor’s here now, looking almost as exhausted as yuuri feels. he’s here and warm and solid against him, and his touch on yuuri’s waist is so hesitant that it breaks yuuri’s heart more than any of the harsh words they’d exchanged earlier.)
he lays his head on viktor’s shoulder and sighs, ready to be done. “i’m sorry viktor. i shouldn’t have left like that.”
“no, love, i’m sorry. i knew you were having a bad day and i still kept pushing you. i shouldn’t have. can you forgive me?”
yuuri tips his face up and presses their temples together, wanting to be closer.
“i love you so much i don’t know how to do anything else,” yuuri whispers helplessly. viktor laughs a little wetly and squeezes his hand hard, like he needs to hold onto yuuri as much as he needs air to breathe.
yuuri feels emotional and stupid with how much he loves this man, and with how hard he yearns for years and years stretched out before them, filled with more days like these where he and viktor can come together in their messy kitchen and dance in their their socks like idiots.