Summary: In which a football game with all of the Avengers helps you determine who’s the better Rogers.
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Word Count: 2,212
A/N: This one is especially written for the forever beautiful @beccaanne814-blog ! Becca, my love, I hope you are having an amazing day because that’s exactly what you deserve. I’m so grateful to have you in my life and I hope you enjoy this!
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Are you sure you want to do this?“ You counter, lips tilting up into a smirk.
“Okay.” Steve shrugs, adjusting the sleeves of the red shirt that was made especially for this occasion. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Y/N!” Tony yells from across the field. He has his arms crossed over his chest and his frown is visible even from this distance. “Stop fraternizing with the enemy!”
pairing: jeon jungkook | reader genre: exes au / fluff with a dash of angst warnings: alcohol mention & cursing word count: 10,049 description:
waking up hungover is bad enough, but considering jungkook’s record of
drunken mishaps, his worst (and best) experience is being handcuffed to
his ex, Y/N. author’s note: let me just say a huge thank you to @tendershepherd for reading this over and always encouraging my endless amount of jungkook ideas that i’m slowly starting to write <3
With light filtering between the half-drawn blinds, Jungkook’s brain has already begun the process in waking him from glorious slumber. Summer time has always been a blessing and curse because with far too much freedom in those three months without homework or group projects, he’s left with nothing but to indulge in random festivities with his friends that only leave him hungover or even more exhausted than his body can keep up with. And yet, the moment his body is sure it’s awake, he feels a pounding from the confines of his skull. This telltale sign is more than enough to tell him what he did, though the moment he tries to turn over, there’s a tug of tension at his wrist. Sirens are ringing in his head, and it isn’t just from his brain enacting revenge for last night’s stupidity. Worst of all, from the warmth of soft flesh beside him, he’s certain that he’s not the only one in the bed.
Fuckfuckfuck, he repeats like his own personal mantra. It offers no comfort, of course, but he slowly eases himself into turning toward his partner. The words still echo in his mind as he does so.
His head is still pounding, but his own breath catches halfway past his lips as soon as he realizes who’s in his bed—Y/N.
From the tufts of hair peeking out of his light blue comforter, the unruly locks that never seemed to obey even when you tried your best to tame it, to the way you snuggled deep into the plush comfort of the mattress. He used to swear you only loved him for that damn thing, and yet that was exactly two months ago. He still knows Y/N better than anyone who’s slept in this bed with him—the number itself is still pretty small—he just can’t help the panic that seems to cross his mind.
New season hype, yo! I’ve been trying to avoid Tumblr because of spoilers, but even my best efforts weren’t enough… Ah well. Hope you enjoy the fic!
No one had been more ecstatic than Lance when Allura announced plans to land on a nearby water planet for a small vacation. He hadn’t seen water since before the garrison, and considering both his past in Cuba and his special attachment through Blue, it was understandable that he was bounding down the endless corridors far before the others had even finished preparations. Towel and beach bag in hand, Lance skidded to a stop at the main flight of stairs and, forgetting all caution, began hopping two at a time.
I got so many requests for a sequel I finally gave in. Thank you everyone for the support! I give you doting Lance and my attempt at not turning this into Latte(I have a problem with putting that ship everywhere)
The Paladins had all gathered at the edge of the Den, cautiously peeking in at them. Black huffed at them before turning back to the the kitten painting the Pride’s claws.
Black was getting purple. The cub rattled on about his day as he brought the giant paintbrush up and down the metal, something about the Red kitten.
Black tilted her head. The Red cub was…annoyingly attractive?
Black turned to Blue who giggled out something about kitten crushes. Black sighed, her new kitten was so much better than the Red Paladin.
Green plucked up the kitten and pulled him over to the tin of paint she wanted on her claws, squirming around excitedly. Yellow nudged her with her muzzle, trying to settle the jumping Lion to the best of her ability.
Black nodded, semi authoriative, mostly to continue the allusion that she was actually in charge, what with the Paladins peeking in and all.
Blue and Red let a few snickers out at her authoriative nod.
Black merely sniffed and turned around, ignoring the Blue kits squaking at how her nails weren’t dry yet.
Green hissed as Yellow tipped her over, her stern nuzzling quickly turning affectionate. Blue eagerly jumped in as the cuddles began while Red jumped in and claimed Lance to finish her nails while the rest of the Pride was busy.
The Blue cub adjusted quickly to the new situation, but when Black peaked she could see the rest of the Paladins of Voltron gawking.
Black purred as she remembered when they first discovered that decided on a different paladin than the smol angry cub to pilot her majesticness.
The Paladins of Voltron awkwardly shoved through the door to the Hangar, frantic to get to the emergency meeting the high pitched voiced princess had called.
Black did her best to imitate Red as she stood stoicly(Red hissed internally) Yellow snapped at Blue and Green, immediately making sure no enabling occured.
The Red Paladin stood in front of the Princess, pathetically attempting to look more leadery. He bored Black fast, so she turned her attention to her new pilot(temporary pilot, Blue reminded her. Green aniggered in the background as Yellow tried to regain order). The Blue kitten was shifting back and forth on his feet, clearly feeling out of place.
The Pride hissed in unison at the thought of the Blue cub not feeling comfortable.
A sudden barge of banging on her particle barrier brought Black back to the most likely cause of the problem. With much effort she attempted at reigning in a snarle. Green happily informed her that she failed, Blue didn’t seem to mind because she eagerly jumped in on glaring at the pest of a Paladin. Red merely mooned longingly.
The princess started prattling on about how Black should accept the cub already. Yellow informed the Pride that they were not allowed to roll their eyes. Green immediately tired to pout, but that to wad shut down.
black looked back down to see the Red pilot had finally left her alone. Hmph. Good. Red purred.
Green perked up with the brilliant suggestion that she claim the Blue kitten now, Black nodded approvingly as Yellow gave up and sought solace with Blue, who was mourning the loss of her Paladin.
Black prepared herself to roar and beckon forward the Blue cub when the kitten himself stumbled into her particle barrier. Black moved her paws to catch him. That seemed to do the trick.
Black purred at the memories before moving herself to the Hangar doors and shutting the Paladins out. The cubs could bother them later, Black paused for a moment before letting the Blue kittens Kaltenecker to come in.
Would it scar her new pilot too much if she ate his pet?
Special thanks to the two lovely anon asks and @violet-the-vulpix’s personal hc that she put in my ask for helping me to put this together, of course thanks to everyone who liked this strange concept enough to ask for more. I might turn this into a collection of one shots but I’m not sure yet.
A/N: I haven’t done a one shot in awhile, so I hope you all enjoy this weekend treat.
We’ve all seen the photo set of Sebastian’s latest workout routine.
This story is about what happens after one of those intense workouts.
It was a little after 5am when I became aware of his movements throughout the bedroom. This has become his routine, which is now my routine. These early morning and break of dawn excursions with his trainer will be his life for the next three months as he continues to build muscle mass for the upcoming marvel film.
He kisses me on the forehead and said something to the effect of us going out for dinner tonight or staying in and he’ll cook dinner, I can’t tell you what he actually said because my body and mind was physically spent after his late night and early morning sexcapades that kept me in a lucid lull for most of the night, while he slept soundly.
During the week I would usually join him at least once or twice at the gym, but it was the freaking weekend and I deserved to sleep in, which was why I didn’t emerge from beneath the covers until about 6:30am. I began my morning routine, which included a twenty minute meditation session, an hour of yoga and a large cup of Earl Grey.
It was a little after 8:15a when my phone vibrated, I didn’t see the message until about 8:30a, as I was wrapping up my morning yoga on the balcony of our apartment. With a large cup of tea in front of me I sat at the kitchen island and looked at my phone that had two new messages from Sebs. I opened the text and an insatiable ache travelled from my apex straight to my inner thighs.
8:16a Just finished my workout, it was a hard one (pun intended) 🍆😚
8:35a How hard?
8:37a Oh, babe. It was a solid, take no prisoners, can’t catch your breath, sweat pouring from every pore type of workout. Every muscle is throbbing.
8:37a I hateeee you. 😐
8:40a Lol, c u when I get home.
He doesn’t respond, the bastard left me on read.
I could call him, but I know what game he’s playing and I refused to be ensnared, so instead I finished my tea and went into the living room and started a Spotify playlist that blared loudly throughout the speaker system. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, I pulled my shirt over my head and gazed into the mirror.
All of these extra workouts have given him more energy than he knows what to do with, so he expels that energy on my body that is covered in bite marks, black and blue bruises on my inner thighs, rug burns on my knees, a swollen bottom lip from his volcanic kisses, chaffed wrists where his ties have held me securely to the bed post or a furniture and other unexplainable scratches.
I smirked when I thought about the state his back and chest was currently in, both had everything from teeth marks, welts and scratches running from the nape of his neck, across his shoulders down his back and on his backside. These past weeks have been fucking unbelievable, pun intended. We are both surprised that I haven’t gotten pregnant yet because we have been fucking reckless because we are fucking reckless.
Twenty minutes later I emerged from the shower to see him standing there naked with a massive hard on. His eyes are dark and menacing as we both gaze at each other not sure who would move first as the water dripped down my body and pooled around my feet. A sultry smile spreads crosses his lips as my body began to tremble in anticipation of what is about to come.
He crosses the room in two long strides and didn’t waste another second as he rubs his thumb across my lips. He steps closer to me as his fingers trailed from my lips to my neck. He leans into my ear and the heat from his breath on my neck sunk deep into my pores as he kisses me lightly.
“Sebastian,” I breathe as he continued to kiss every inch of my neck until I began panting for more.
The hunger I felt earlier when he sent the photo was now ravenous as his tongue darted to my nipples, devouring them with a vengeance; a guttural sound escapes my throat as he peeks up at me, his blue eyes salacious, his need burning and mirroring my own. He steps into me and I stepped back as we did a slow dance that led us back into the shower. He turned the knobs and the water came out full forced, pounding against his back, he spun me around and pinned me to the adjacent wall.
He gets down on his knees.
His head between my thighs was delicious; seeing his hair bobbing between my legs was more than enough to drive me to a well needed orgasm.
“Sebastian.” I cooed as I grabbed his hair as the sensation rippled through my legs, skin, and the core of my existences. I briefly floated into nothingness as I felt the heat of his mouth on my own, his semi-hard cock, now pressed firmly against my stomach. He lifted my leg and hooked it over his arm that supported most of my weight. He squeezed my ass and rubbed his throbbing cock at my opening, my eyes clamped shut as I waited for that moment when his pillar would break through my brimming well.
“Look at me,” he said softly.
My eyes slowly met his and his thrust unbounded the screams in my throat. “Sebastian! Oh, God!” I grabbed a hold of a patch of thick muscles by his arm as he found his rhythm. The bottom of my belly unhinged itself falling away into the unknown as the orgasm prickled throughout my skin.
“No, not yet.” He hissed, pulling out his member, showing me how it glistened with my essences.
“Put it back in.” I begged.
But he ignored my pleas and stood me on my weakened legs that gave out as soon as he released me. He caught me and we both collapsed on the floor. I shook uncontrollably as my body teeters on the cliff waiting impatiently to be tossed over into bliss. My skin was inflamed and raw to the touch, the slightest sensation would turn my body to ash only to flake away into the oblique void of space.
My eyes welled with tears, “please, Sebastian.” I nearly cried.
He interlocked his fingers with my own over my head as his tongue swirled around my nipples, he blew softly on them and the blood rushed to my ears deafening me, he guides himself within my dripping walls and I squeezed his hands as he filled me to the hilt.
“Yes, that’s it.” He whispered in my ear.
My voices falters, “No, no, stop, please.” I pleaded arching my back as I felt the tension in my body as I ascended to an unknown height only to be dragged out to the darkened sea with each rhythmic thrust. He continues this torturous motions, each ascension bringing me closer to the brink only to have him slow down and then start up again, each thrust pulled me down further into the darken euphoric abyss.
He kisses my neck, “let go.”
“Se-bas-tian.” I moaned into his neck. His thrust became manic as he slammed into me repeatedly. Rapture fused itself with my being and together we cease to exist.
Null and void.
Post Note: Okay, now that I got that out of my system I can focus on the next chapter of Convergence. Enjoy your weekend sexy people.
Prompt: Shiro’s s/o is the mechanic in charge of maintaining the lions and the ship’s functions. They get all mad about how beaten up the lions are after every battle so they round up all the paladins (minus shiro who was doing something at the time) and the poor kids couldn’t escape s/o’s fury but when shiro came around a few minutes late to get his hell of lecture he gets away with it by kissing s/o and the kids are all raving about how it’s no fair while s/o walks away all annoyed and flustered. by anon
Y/N was furious. How is it that she could have the all the lions cleaned and polished and looking their best, but as soon as the paladins got a hold of them, they were worse than when she started.
She finally snapped when they got back from a particularly muddy planet and there was filth in every crevice of every lion. Hell, the blue lion was completely covered in brown with not an inch of blue peeking through.
Lance was the first to get out and head for the door. Right as he reached the threshold, Y/N threw a bucket at his head. He managed to duck before it hit his head, but he still screamed in surprise.
“Hey, what gives?” He said as he picked up the object thrown at him.
“I’m not cleaning that.” Y/N said as she pointed at the dirt encrusted Blue Lion. “Or the others for that matter. I am sick and fucking tired of spending hours cleaning your lions only for you to ruin them in a matter of moments and then disappear into the fucking wind. You make the mess: you sure as fucking hell are helping me clean it up.”
The paladins began to grumble as she handed out supplies. “Not a fucking one of you is getting out of this. Now grab your buckets and start scrubbing.”
Just then, the Black Lion entered the hangar. Shiro had been a bit behind the others and thus had been a bit late in arriving. He got out and walked up to Y/N, who was supervising the other paladins. “What’s going on?”
“I’ve had enough.” Y/N answered simply as she handed him a bucket. “Y’all are cleaning your own lions today.”
Shiro looked at the bucket and then looked at the lion. His wasn’t as bad as Lance’s, but his was also the largest of the lions. He looked back to Y/N and had a really good, but also horrible, idea. He leaned in and gave her a long slow passionate kiss. He put the bucket down and pulled her close. When he pulled away, she had her eyes closed and was leaning into him. He moved away from her and to the door. He thought he was home free until a sopping wet sponge hit him in the back of the head.
“Nice try, Shirogane, but you still have to clean your lion.” He heard Y/N call out. The other paladins laughed as he shook the water from his hair.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?” Shiro chuckled as he picked up the sponge and headed over to his lion.
“You’ll find I can blame you for a lot of things.” Y/N said with a smirk as she picked up a sponge and walked over to help him.
Here’s my first Fire Emblem Heroes fanfic. More of a drabble, so please excuse the typos. I’ve fallen into Kiran/Alfonse hell lately thanks to some key conversations in the game.
For reference: my Kiran was a loner before he met the Askr royals, and has anxiety and a bit of social issues as well. He wears the hood pulled down to get distance from the others. This takes place after months of fighting, and toward the end of Chapter 9 in FE Heroes. (I blame @g-r-i-m-a for this.)
Alfonse is dead, and it’s all Kiran’s fault. They all are, and Kiran squeezes his eyes closed for a moment before digging his fingers into the grass and making to rush onto the field.
“Wait,” Anna says, and holds him back. “Wait until they’re gone.”
He doesn’t want to - not with Alfonse’s blood on the ground, on the shining lance of their opponent. But he listens anyway, settling back on his stomach at the top of the hill, where they could observe and direct from a distance.
So weak. Such bad decisions. What good is it to wield Briedablik, if he can’t keep them from death?
Kiran ducks his head into the grass, and breathes the earthy scent until Anna taps him on the shoulder.
He rushes to Alfonse first. Anna says nothing as his panic comes out. He whispers the prince’s name as he presses Breidablik to that too-still chest and pulls the trigger.
It takes three shots, this time.
“Come back,” he whispers. “Alfonse… Please.”
Kiran stares into Alfonse’s wide, unseeing eyes, watching the spark and the light return to them. Only then does he duck into the cowl of his cloak, relief and pain warring with each other.
Kiran smiles as Alfonse’s hand tightens in his, as he comes back to life. He squeezes harder and harder on their clasped hands every time he comes back, or so Kiran thinks.
He rises when Alfonse’s hand slackens, and hurries to the others, pleased when they all come back to life. But in the back of his mind is the fact that he brought them to this point. He may not have swineg the weapon that issued that final blow, but he still did it. He orchestrated this whole battle, from triumphant beginning to bitter end. If he had just been a better tactician, none of this would have happened. He squeezes his jaw and his hands, standing to the side as the dead come back to life.
Suddenly, Alfonse is there, lifting the corner of his hood and peeking in, soft blue eyes lidded slightly with affection. Kiran swallows a gasp and swats the prince’s hand away, capturing his slender wrist to keep him from pulling away.
Alfonse freezes, and Kiran takes a few breaths, praying for his voice to go normal, to not sound like he’s crying. He hoped the prince of Askr won’t speak before he is able to. And for some reason, he doesn’t. He waits, sending that Kiran has something to say.
“I’m sorry I failed you,” he whispers eventually.
“Kiran,” Alfonse says. His voice is soft and warm like a plush down comforter that he can just burrow into. “You didn’t fail. Things like this happen.”
“I… I don’t want to lose you.” The words squeak out of Kiran. “My heart leaps whenever you fall.”
“I come back to you,” Alfonse says, and takes his hand. “I wait for you. I feel you calling to me to stay.”
That only makes him feel worse. Kiran drops Alfonse’s wrist and draws his bottom lip in, a subconscious effort to keep from crying.
“Kiran,” Alfonse says, and there’s meaning to it. “Look at me.”
When Alfonse pulls back the cowl, Kiran lets him. Alfonse’s fingers run back through his hair when the hood is off, and then down his cheek.
“I’ll always come back to you,” Alfonse promises.
Kiran looks up from Alfonse’s golden pin, holding his cloak in place. He looks into those blue eyes, and he sees that promise, and deeper, the ache of passing through the curtain of death and back to him. Alfonse touches his face and his thumb trails along his bottom lip.
“Always,” Alfonse promises, and there’s none of that holding back, like there was at the beginning, when Kiran first met Alfonse and Shareena. He’s let another Hero in, and Kiran realizes with a start that it’s him. Alfonse cares for him.
The prince ducks close - he’s taller than Kiran by a few inches - and presses their foreheads together. “Always,” he says again.
An ache within Kiran’s chest eases, and he relaxes into Alfonse’s hand.
He touches the prince’s chest, feeling his heart beating beneath the armor. “Then I’ll always come to bring you back,” he promises back.
His eyes are closed, but he can feel Alfonse’s pleased smile like the warmth of sunlight, beaming across his face. Kiran smiles too, smiles back, and prays to whatever gods the Askr believe in that they can both keep their promises.
Summary: can I request a steve imagine based on Sia - the greatest? I can’t stop listening to it x.x. Requested by Anonymous
Word Count: 1,387
Warnings: Language (maybe)
A/N: Hope you’ll like it :)
♫ Uh-oh, running out of breath, but I
Oh, I, I got stamina ♫
There was this man running through the park. He was so fast
that he could have run away from his life. And perhaps that’s what he was
trying to do. You saw him every day on your way to work.
You liked to take a
moment to appreciate the fiery colours and the glowing ball of orange fire that
came peeking over the pale blue morning sky.
When he ran past you, the runner sent dust flying everywhere.
You followed him with your eyes before you left, ready to serve coffees and
pastries to unhappy, hurried customers.
You knew exactly who he was. Only one man had the stamina to
run that fast. Captain America.
Captain America was loved by all. The media saw him as an
allegory of freedom and strength. Women thought he was a perfect gentleman, a
heart of gold with an ass that won’t quit. Kids adulated him. He was their role
model, an unpretentious superhero.
Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
The next morning you woke suddenly as the sun crept into the room, peeking out from behind the blue silk curtains. Where am I, you wondered in confusion. This definitely wasn’t your apartment, and it certainly wasn’t Wanda’s either. The moment you glanced at your hand, the ring glinting in the light, memories came flooding back to you. You were in James’ apartment, which was now yours too.
The events of the previous night washed over you almost like a wave. You had fought with James again. It had all been a misunderstanding. You had kicked Steve out. He probably wasn’t too happy about that, and you made a mental note to apologize to him once you arrived at the office later in the day. He couldn’t stay mad at you if you brought him food, after all. That reminded you. Where was James? He had slept on the couch last night, letting you take the bed. Was he still asleep?
Soulmate AU where people have the half of a tattoo and when you meet your soulmate it gets complete. Person A (Betty) thinks their soulmate is in another country because they haven't found each other and starts travelling the world to find them. After 1 year they are home, disappointed& make an appointment to cover their soulmate tattoo because they give up. When the tattoo artist, Person B, (Jughead) enters, Person A sees that it's complete.' Thank you so much!!! I adore your talented writing!!
Wow! I really like this one, it’s so interesting , let me give it a try. Thanks so much!
She was exhausted,
It had been a year since she started this pointless journey.
She couldn’t count the places she’d gone and the things she’d seen, one thing more beautiful than the next.
She appreciated it all, really she did.
It was just.. of all the things she found, she never quite found what she was looking for.
Rubbing her tattoo mindlessly she looked down at the peculiar ink stain on her forearm.
It was half of a book, left open the writing on the inside blurry.
Sure she loved reading, and writing was her passion but she never thought her soulmate tattoo would be a book.
She remembered the day Kevin had found his soulmate she had been lucky enough to witness the meeting.
He was now happily married to Joaquin and their film reel tattoos matched up perfectly.
They had been at the drive in when the boy had reached out to pay for his popcorn revealing the matching tattoo to Kevin, who dragged him away and came back twenty minutes later hand in hand.
So that brought her back to her own tattoo, everyone she knows had already found their match and her own tattoo was just a constant reminder that she hadn’t found hers.
That’s why she sat proper in the tattoo shop waiting for the artist who was going to cover it up.
She noticed him immediately, he was gorgeous.
Long dark hair tucked into a beanie, peeking out slightly and piercing blue eyes that regarded her curiously.
He reached out for her, his red flannel brushing against her light blue cardigan. Shaking her hand he smiled at the warmth of her little hand.
“Jughead Jones, I’ll be working on you today.”
“Thank you so much, its just a cover up, nothing too crazy!”
He smirked at her pulling her over to his station
“I don’t mean to be rude but you don’t seem like the crazy drunk tattoo type, is there a story behind this?” He laughed rolling up his sleeves.
She smiled at him before she glanced down at his forearm.
It was the other half of her book.
Her eyes widened and she immediately snatched her arm out of his grip before he could pull up the sleeve of her cardigan.
“I…I’m it’s my soul tattoo, I’m, im sorry maybe this was a bad idea.”
He looked confused
“Wait no, im sorry you don’t have to explain, let me take a peek I’m sure it’s an easy cover.”
She bit her lip and sighed, slowly sliding the cardigan off her shoulders letting it slip to the seat.
He grabbed her arm smiling reassuringly, before his eyes widened and he lifted his arm next to hers.
“Well damn, I knew it” he said breathily
She finally forced herself to meet his eyes, confused.
“I’ve been waiting for you green eyes.” He smiled brightly.