this is what a body is made up of

anonymous asked:

What is your favorite usopp quote?

i have a few actually! and just know that this ask made me tear up because of how much i admire usopp’s bravery and courage, i adore him 


usopp: “There is a time when a man will not run from a fight. That time is when his friend… When his friend’s dreams are laughed at!”

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usopp: “Come on boss cat, I’ll fight you!”

luffy: “Are you stupid? Stop it, Usopp, you’ll get killed!”

usopp: “Shut up! What can your half-dead body do about it?!”

luffy: “I’ll finish him off!”

usopp: “If so, then stand up! Don’t act like you’re about to die! That’s not like you at all! Even if it’s smoky and dark, we can still see the sky. We can still see the ocean! It ain’t like it’s hell here! Don’t act like you’re about to die!”

luffy: “I know… this isn’t hell or anything like that!”

usopp: “Luffy… win and let’s get out of here with everyone!”

luffy: “You got it!”


usopp: “If Sugar touches Luffy, I’ll forget about him like that! Your friend disappears and you won’t even know it! I can’t take it! I won’t let that happen! No matter how tough, I gotta do it! If I miss, we’ll lose Luffy! Hey, Luffy! The seas without you, I don’t ever wanna see that! Who will save this country?!”

and there we have it! all of those quotes mean a lot to me ;~; thanks for the question, that was super fun!!

I made some mistakes this week, you might say, with regards to how I treated my body, and now I am in that muddly stage of maybe-almost-could-be-sick. Nothing is wrong, except I have lived in this body for 25 years now, and I know what it means when I can feel my breath in my ears, you know? 

I was sick last year after the election for ten weeks straight. If that sounds miserable, it is. I was grieving and job hunting and leaving endless messages on my doctor’s voicemail asking her to please, please, come up with one thing we could at least try, please, this can’t just be how my life is now.

It’s possible that I was projecting. But still! To be so truly disgusting for so long! And she called me back finally and explained that my body was simply rebuilding after two years of running on straight adrenaline and Golden Oreos, and that there wasn’t much to do but wait for it to put itself back together. 

Which I did not do, of course. I complained more. I yelled. I kissed. I got into fights. I got on planes. I got everyone I knew sick after insisting that I “couldn’t possibly be contagious”. 

But a year is a long time. I am trying to practice patience. I am trying to mitigate the effects of my own bad choices the way you are supposed to – with zinc and tea and smoothies and a bagel sandwich on your couch. I am trying to have grown literally at all. And I am, frankly, trying to go to a goddamn wedding tomorrow with only the amount of kleenex in my purse that I will need for crying at the ceremony.

I’ve been talking about PREY(2017), and I figured I’d bring up the fact that the Eldritch Creatures in PMAD actually draw quite a bit of inspiration from the Typhon in PREY! This is a drawing of Lucifer with a design closer to the “made up of shadowy tendrils” body design of the Typhon. I will admit, I like this type of design much more, and I think that this will be the official design for Lucifer, and the others will have similar designs.

However, this type of design is more difficult for me to draw, so I may not draw them like this all the time. It was satisfying though.

What do you guys of Lucifer’s new design?

anonymous asked:

just curious but what made you decide to make monster OCs that aren't super anthropomorphized like most OCs i see around? I think it's really cool. idk if you've answered this before, but how did you come up with their designs?

hey, thank you! I just!!! really love animals and weird creatures so much? i had a cool dream months ago about Mu where i was walking near where my family used to go camping and saw him come out of the trees and was like!!! i need!!! to draw whatever that was!!! his body shape was originally based on a weird tall polar bear. and then i made him some pals based on stuff like “a 6 legged amphibian whose mouth is the Sun” and “a goose, but it has two heads and is twice as angry” 

some of my ocs can turn into humanoid forms (like the tricksters, because they’re shapeshifters), but…idk super anthropomorphized monsters always seem kind of boring to me? there are so many shapes this thing could be why does it need to be a normal human person but with like,,,3 monster traits. i’d rather a big cat with a weird mane and horns and rabbit ears and a dear tail and


I have no explanation, but the fact that Thomas mentioned that he loves Voltron wich made me think… which lion would the Sides and Thomas pilot?

@thatsthat24, @thejoanglebook, @tallykat3

So i made some thinking…

Since the Black lion is the head and “body” of Voltron and the sides are parts of Thomas’s personality he would be the Black Paladin.

Logan is clearly intelligent and wants to know how things work so he is a perfect fit for the Green Lion.

Since we don’t really know what the blue lion does.. Thanks a lot for that LANCE! But it is still one of the legs that holds up the team, and despite Virgil’s most negative view of things he’s still important and just wants what’s best for everyone.

Patton is a CLEAR paladin for the Yellow Lion, he’s caring and kind and along with Virgil they’re both emotional sides (it was not intentional to have both of them as the legs)

Roman is a clear Red Paladin, he kinda rushes into things without thinking…
Also i can’t believe i say this… Red vs Blue paladin, i mean Roman and Virgil are in a kinda one sided rivality

Also… i could not leave Talyn and Joan out of it so bonus:


A Bucky Barnes One Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,287

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut! Oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), NSFW Gifs, dirty talk, language, mentions of prostitutes, bit of angst and fluff. 

A/N: Such a tropey one shot… but it was stuck in my head and had to come out! Enjoy my lovelies!  


If you heard Bucky snore one more time, you were going to smother him with your pillow.

How can the man be asleep in this bitter cold?

You were frozen.

Frost bite was creeping into places it shouldn’t be in.

You couldn’t feel any of your limbs and you were pretty sure that your heart rate was slowing.

A rock was poking into your backside through the padding of the sleeping bag and your pillow was lumpy. You also thought that a spider had taken up residence in your little cocoon of warmth. But you couldn’t be mad at it, it was fucking cold.

Hunkering deeper into your sleeping bag, you grit your teeth as another rumble from Bucky echoed in the small space.

You watched the canvas of the tent shake with the force of the wind outside. The bright moon offering the only light.

This mission had gone bad from the start and even gotten worse as the days went on.

This was the rock bottom.

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You know what? I really love this and here’s why.

You have Draco, who has never been much of a (physically) touchy person, even more so after the war.

Draco, who feels as though he has no other option than to isolate himself from the students at school because of this web of guilt gripping his insides.

Harry, who is crushed under the weight of being treated like a celebrity; of constant inquiries of whether or not he was okay; of everyone treating him like one of Aunt Petunia’s antique China cups.

Was there reluctancy behind the friendship Draco and Harry found in each other? Perhaps. But that didn’t mean they didn’t immediately gravitate towards each other.

Befriending Draco, Harry thought, felt like a small act of rebellion. Like dunking your head underwater but emerging feeling new, feeling clean.

And befriending Harry, Draco thought, was everything he never said he’d wanted from the first time he saw his picture in the papers. Like coming home for the holidays to a fire burning and soup on the stove. Like sharing secrets on the playground as a kid.

Like a giant crush he would never admit to anyone.

They really did mesh well together in an unconventional way, much like mixing hot and cold water to create something mild. Maybe with a few added drops of hot sauce.

The hair, though. That was going to have to change.

Here’s the thing. Draco liked control. Adored control. He needed control in order to breathe.

But Harry? He made Draco lose his grasp on the reins of reality. His palms got clammy. The urge to constantly lick his lips increased by a factor of twenty. His clothes felt entirely too tight to fit him anymore. All because of that damn hair.

Harry let it grow out, and now it fell lazily over his shoulders in a way Draco thought should be illegal (no one should be allowed to look that good with hair that atrocious). Hairbrushes and combs and products seemed nonexistent to Harry. His hair draped itself across his eyes when he wasn’t paying attention during one of his dazed-out moments. It probably smelled like Irish Spring.

Draco wanted to roll around in it forever.

He hated it.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. The hair. He couldn’t stop thinking about the boy on which it dwelled. Maybe if it didn’t look so damn good all the time Draco wouldn’t have to deal with the unwanted feelings cropping up every time they were in the room together, lingering somewhere between his stomach and his rib cage. He couldn’t handle it.

He finally caved one day, barging into the eighth year common room armed with his combs and products and a slew of other hair-related items, and announced to an amused but compliant Harry that he was going to “fix” his hair. It was only for the good of humanity as a whole (so Draco said).

Yes, yes, this was exactly what he needed. Get the hair out of Harry’s face. Out of sight, out of mind. If only he could do that with Harry himself… God, his hair was softer than he had imagined it.

No, fuck, no! He looked damn wonderful with a French braid in!

Harry kept the braid in all day, twiddling the end with his thumb and forefinger while he slouched in an overstuffed chair and read a book. He was just trying to taunt him with his devastatingly good looks, Draco thought. He’d have to have another go the next day. He was determined.

A goddamn ponytail was no better. Hell, Harry looked bloody fuckable in space buns, for heavens sake! Draco was running out of hairstyles to try out, and out of excuses as to why he was so desperate to “fix” Harry’s hair. “It’s bloody atrocious” was not going to be a suitable excuse for much longer.

It became routine, however, somehow: Draco shoving his feelings down his throat each morning, approaching Harry in the common room armed with a wide variety of products, sculpting his hair into some style Harry would somehow use to unknowingly taunt Draco from across the room for the entirety of the day… a routine they both secretly enjoyed immensely but would never say anything about.

The hints of reluctancy loitering uninvited behind their newfound friendship were gone.

Harry told Draco everything now. Not just the hard stuff. His favorite color. His favorite quidditch moment. Why he thought the sky was blue. Things he never talked about with Ron and Mione.

All while Draco did his hair in the mornings and tried with every fiber of his being not to blurt out how he really felt.

Until the time everyone was gone for the holidays, and they were the only ones in the common room, and they had both had far too much firewhiskey to drink. The few embers remaining in the fireplace cast a warm orange glow across the room and Draco didn’t think twice before absently reaching up to wind a lock of Harry’s hair around his finger. It was the softest thing he’d ever ever felt.

Harry smelled like Irish Spring.

He wasn’t sure why he’d felt prompted to touch it. He just thought Harry looked like what might happen if Draco took all the magic out of his body and made a person out of it and forgot about everything else.

They were sitting limply against the front of one of the couches, forced to the ground with drunkenness and sleep. The clock said it was past midnight. Midnight was dangerous. Midnight was full of lowered inhibitions and regrettable conversations.

Draco didn’t see it happen. He didn’t know it was happening, even after it was over. They just were. They were drunk. They were content. They were Harry. They were Draco. They were… kissing.

Harry was kissing him.

Kissing, with more meaning (and tongue) than Draco had ever been kissed with before. And there was so much hair everywhere, hair to roll around in, to smell, to touch, to feel, to love, and they were kissing

“Why fix my hair? What was wrong with it to begin with?”

Draco scowled, internally scolding his feelings for not forcing him to regurgitate them before Harry made the first move. “Nothing at all, you idiot. That was the problem.”

The Prada Bag

Originally posted by pensamientos-de-una-chica-lunarr

Alright, this might have killed me! A little bit of Black Friday madness, along with some angry & horny Harry. Enjoy! xx - L

You aren’t able to snag a Prada purse on Black Friday, so you wait for it to restock online all weekend- but Harry gets angry you’re staring at your phone instead of him.

Warnings: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 2,353

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BTS Reaction | Falling For You While Being in A Relationship

Requested by Anonymous, “Hello, I love your blog so much! You’re such a talented writer! Can I request a reaction to BTS falling for one of their friends (who is the reader/OC) while they have a girlfriend? Sorry if my english is weird. Thank you and I love you! 💖💖💖”

Jin — It’s been awhile since he realized he had feelings for you and he was terrified. He knew he had to choose one, his best friend or his significant other;  but it was hard for him as he was too afraid to confront his girlfriend and splatter a mess he’d rather not clean up. He loves you, spending every passing day with you and even cancelling meet ups with his girlfriend like she was nothing but a nuisance. His phone always purred with texts whenever he was with you, and once he finally got tired of it one day as he forced the device to slumber when you both went out to eat, you finally ask him about it. “Is it your jagi calling?” You ask with a teasing smile as he blows on his steaming beverage.

“Nah,” he whispers, sliding the phone into his pocket, “it’s no one important.”

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Suga — The moment Yoongi realized he was falling for you, he had ended it with his girlfriend right then and there. He wasn’t going to lead someone on when his heart belonged to someone else, and even if you didn’t know about his feelings — he didn’t care in the slightest. He invited you to the studio and dorms plenty of times, and he was smiling more often, teasing you and just basking in the beauties of you when he got the chance to steal a glance. It was one day when you two were in the studio alone, that you finally notice his gaze burning holes into your soul. “What?” You snap, annoyed, and he simply sways his arms nervously as he smiles admiringly.

“I love you.”

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J-Hope — It was just a simple crush that prolonged as wine overfilled his glass and intoxicated him, permanently drunk on you. Being with you made him happy, but he was way too afraid to leave his girlfriend due to the aftermath — and the cruel reality that you may never return his feelings had obsidian ink dripping into half of his heart. He always left you at abrupt times, never trusting himself around you as his body begged to touch yours, and when he got up to calm his flushed cheeks and fluttering heart, you raised an eyebrow, thinking he was sick. “Are you okay?” The question drips from your lips and freezes him, quickly feigning a smile and refusing to stare you in the eyes.

“Yep.” Hell no.

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RapMonster — “I saw her with someone else.”

He watched you sway your legs as you sat on the bench, staring at the silver marble tiles of the large mall. He could hear you stomach growl and whine for food, feel your confusion slap him in the face as the hurt in your eyes drenched him in regret. “Why did you leave her?” You asked, because you knew your best friend would had a good reason to end things with the one you assumed he loved.

“Because…” he whispered, hoping to anything his ex didn’t do anything to you out of spite, “because I realized I was in love with you.”

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Jimin — He couldn’t help himself, and he was even disgusted with himself. His feelings bloomed with each passing day, the floret growing bigger and stronger and refusing to wilt. He is way too nice to leave his girlfriend even though he knew all he felt was attraction towards her, but with you..he is in love with you. Deeply. “Like the stars, you’re beautiful.” He says as you both sit in the back of his truck during the night, and immediately, you become flustered.

“Oh, shut up you ass,” you laugh, pushing his shoulder but he quickly grabs your hand.

“I’m being honest,” a genuine smile forms on his lips as he looks into your eyes, “how do you look so beautiful all the time?”

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V — There was something in your eyes that left him breathless, something that glimmered with a distant hope that he had been chasing after, something that made his heart swell in agony..

And it was captivating.

It was during one of his famous tickle fights that he slowly stopped his ministrations whilst being entranced by your eyes, and before he knew it — he was kissing you. It was soft and pure, yet you pushed him away alarmingly, saying, “this is wrong.” But he only pulls you into his chest tightly, never apologizing because he regretted nothing, because he was in love with you. 

“Just let me hold you a little longer,” his deep voice breathes, “please.”

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Jungkook — “You’re not my boyfriend.”

And he stiffens as those words, even if you giggled them, leave your mouth as they used his heart like a punching bag. You’re not my boyfriend. He sits there, slumping into the couch he sits on defeatedly as your eyes settle on Taehyung from across the party, telling him that you were going to spend time with the older man and Jungkook knew where this was going. He was jealous, and he didn’t want you to go, grabbing your arm with such force to keep you seated beside him even if his girlfriend was watching you two from afar. But you were right, he wasn’t yours, you weren’t his and you never will be.

And regretfully, he stares into his lap as he whispers, “I wish I was.”

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Park Chanyeol//Like Stars

Summary: The club is the most exclusive place for the rich of your town to dine, and you’re a struggling pianist who plays there, keeping them all entertained as they eat five hundred dollar meals. You play, and you watch. You watch him - what you don’t know is that he watches you too.
Scenario: 50′s!au, rich boy!au
Word count: 7,612

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anonymous asked:

A more iconic duo would be sheith always but i get your point.

you make really an incredible point, and to that end:

  • “it’s good to have you back” // “it’s good to be back
  • patience yields focus” // “that really stayed with you didn’t it
  • “shiro loves you baby” #he’s looking at keith
  • “if it wasn’t for you, my life would have turned out a lot different.”
  • “shiro is the one who never gave up on me. i won’t give up on him.”
  • “this one’s for you shiro”
  • “shiro was his guiding light” // “his beloved mentor”
  • “your friend desperately wants to see you.” // “nothing was worth shiro’s pain”
  • shiro giving up a pivotal alliance for keith // keith giving up his only connection to his family and sense of self for shiro
  • one (1) fond sunrise scene, three (1 2 3) fond sunset scenes, two (1 2) emotional green-lit scenes in the ships observatory, constituting the majority of all the emotional character building scenes in the entire series
  • “how many times are you going to have to save me before this is over?” // “as many times as it takes“ 
  • sheith cameo in one of the most emotional scenes in season 4, implying that for shiro, keith was the only one he wanted to see before going on the most lengthy and dangerous mission of his life // “i put that sh– in there
  • one (1) face cradle, two (1 2) body cradles, two (1 2) incredible hugs, one (1) back slap, literally so many shoulder touches and fond looks that i can’t put them all here
  • keith stopping at nothing to protect shiro: running across the room to protect him from a gladiator, butting the black lion out of a tractor beam and fighting zarkon to keep shiro’s lion safe for him, literally never letting shiro out of his sight without being the first to think of him
  • shiro? shiro are you there? answer me!” “keith. i’m here keith.” “shiro, it’s keith.” “keith, keith, i’m here. i’m ok.” “hang on, i’m coming.”
  • keith running hellbent toward shiro’s lion at the end of s2, a scene so important they showed it again at the start of s3
  • keith jumping over the back of the couch to follow shiro to bed? keith having shiro’s clothes? matching fanny packs omg?
  • keith and shiro saying each other’s names a collective 66 times in season 2
  • keith spending months looking for shiro’s body, effectively giving up voltron over his loss, and refusing the black lion multiple times
  • that fond look as keith realizes they’ve found shiro followed by the most romantic looking scene possible, the implication that keith is the only one shiro is comfortable seeing, the implication… that’s… keith’s room?

even if sheith is never made explicit, honestly this is more fuel than most canon romances get. and that’s to say nothing of all interviews about shiro and keith being the closest, the black lion getting from shiro what he saw in keith, keith being terrified of pushing shiro away, etc.

Sundays (Part 2)

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Part two, the one that might have actually killed me. You guys are wonderful, never forget it. Here’s Part One if you missed it. As always, leave any comments or thoughts, and I love you all tremendously. xx - L

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2,172

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{christmas present}

summary: uhhhh the reader hasn’t really bought steve anything for christmas so she has a backup plan of her own ;)););;;)))))));;;)
pairing: steve harrington x reader
warning(s): UNPROTECTED SEX (cover your stump before you hump!!!)
author’s note: idrk what this is and it’s probably shitty bc i didn’t proofread but merry christmas guys!! this is my (early) present to you :)

Originally posted by cameronxboyce

Steve Harrington hadn’t anticipated waking up to the affectionate kisses of his girlfriend on Christmas morning. You didn’t usually stay in bed to wait for him to wake up. Since you rose fairly early, he’d always find you in the kitchen or living room by the time he’d pull himself out of the warmth of his bed.

Being that it was Christmas morning, however, he guessed that things were a tad different. As he slid his eyes halfway open and smiled in contentment, he decided that it was a rather nice feeling, waking to his lover’s lips on his skin.

“Mmm…finally awake, I see,” you murmured, drawing back slightly to lock eyes with him. He was a little surprised at the swirling excitement within your softly coloured orbs but thought that it looked rather beautiful in the pale morning light. He raised a hand to push back a loose strand of your hair.

After the long night the two of you had before, Steve was surprised that it didn’t take longer for him to wake up, silent alarm clock or not. He dropped his head back onto his pillow and sighed, “I’m still sleepy.”

You chortled to yourself at the whine in his voice. He sounded like a five-year-old, but you still somehow found it attractive. Your fingers smoothed over his bare chest, stopping just at the region where his heart was. As you felt his pulse beneath your touch, you were suddenly filled with a startlingly strong desire to feel it beat faster.

He must have seen the change of emotion in your eyes because he raised a brow and wondered, “What?” He might’ve said more, but before he could find the words, you pushed yourself over him and captured his lips with yours.

Your action, though sudden, was most definitely not unwelcome. Steve grunted in surprise and slid his hand to the back of your head, not giving up the chance to kiss you back.

He must have been quite sleepy this morning, otherwise, it wouldn’t have taken him so long to realize how turned on you were making him in such a small amount of time. His hands slid down your figure, discovering for the first time that morning what you were wearing. He was pleasantly surprised to find your silky nightdress short and fairly low cut. How he hadn’t noticed before was beyond him.

He felt you smile against his lips, and you slowly pulled back to whisper, “I didn’t really get you anything for Christmas, so I think I might have to improvise.” Your fingers began to undo the buttons of your lavender nightdress.

Steve, not adverse to your plan, felt himself grin. “I think I like that idea.” He watched you slide your nightdress down your shoulders, admiring your bare body.

When the silly piece of cloth was hanging over the edge of the bed, Steve moved in. His hands delighted in the smoothness of your skin. His touch ran down your back and over your hips, as you straddled him. When his eyes met yours, what he saw within them made him lean up to kiss you.

You arched into him, pressing your body against his and savouring the feel of skin-to-skin contact. His tongue raced along your bottom lip, and when you opened your mouth for him, you nearly melted at the taste of him flooding your senses. Breathlessly moaning, you deepened the kiss.

His bottom half, still covered with the sheets, was in need of attention. Your fingers dawdled down his chest, pausing here and there to swirl patterns in his soft skin or press against his hip bones. When they reached the hem of his boxers, it didn’t take you long to do away with them. Soon, they were somewhere on the floor, immediately forgotten about.

He let out a low moan when he felt you curl your fingers around his length. Your needy lips scourged against his, and Steve was getting very breathless with every lingering touch you gave him.

You pulled out of the kiss and moved in to nibble his ear. A throaty groan erupted from him and his grip on your waist tightened. Smirking victoriously, you whispered, “Are you enjoying your Christmas present?”

His grip on your waist tightened even more at the alluring tone of your voice. Voice strained in obvious lust, he grunted in appreciation. Your smirk widened. You pressed a soft kiss to his neck, and then breathed, “Hmm…not as much as you will be.” When you nipped at the tender flesh, Steve nearly lost his mind.

Your body slid down his, lips kissing his hot skin as you traveled down to where his aching cock awaited. He watched as your hand made way for your mouth.

You had a talented little tongue. It ran along him with a skill he had forgotten about. One hand reached beneath to follow your tongue’s ministrations. The dual movements felt more amazing than could be described.

His fingers tightly gripped your hair, pushing you into him as he arched his back. Head tossed skyward, Steve panted. This, truly, was the best Christmas present he could ever have.

When you moaned against him, he thought he might die. The vibrations sent him into another world entirely – one that was just you. He was suddenly faced with the stinging, unfaltering need to feel your heat around him.

As though you knew exactly what he was thinking of, you smirked. A moment later, you had abandoned your place and was crawling back up his heated body, mirrored thoughts taking hold of your mind. You pressed your lips to his and he was overwhelmed by the taste of him on your tongue. Groaning against your insistent mouth, he allowed you to slowly slide onto his twitching staff and gave a muffled gasp at the immediate relief it gave him.

This time, he was able to jerk his hips as much as he liked. He used his newfound power easily, rolling you onto your back to thrust harshly into you.

Your immediate reaction made him want to go faster. His hands grasped the soft fabric of the sheets on either side of your head. He roughly pinned you to the mattress, not able to make himself be gentle. All the teasing you had forced him to go through was paying off now. As you writhed beneath him, breathless and gasping out his name, he felt a strong sense of satisfaction wash over him.

He leaned down to kiss you, and your tongues raced out to sloppily battle. With the hasty movements of your hips, it was difficult to pay any attention to anything else. Your nails ran down his back, trying desperately to meet him halfway. You did, but just barely. He was going a mile a minute, and it was hard to keep up with him.

He buried his head into your neck, abandoning the battle of your lips, and focused primarily on fucking the daylights out of you. It wasn’t a hard to thing focus on, really. His mind was bent on you, his hands gripping you tightly, his pleasure for you leaking out into every single movement.

When at last it came time to come back to earth, your release wasn’t so much as sweet as it was drawn out and rough. Steve groaned, suddenly becoming even faster in his thrusts, and watched as your back arched and his name spilled from your lips incessantly.

It was a rather nice sound, hearing you moan his name. It made him come that much faster, hurriedly trying to catch up to you as your orgasm ripped through you. Your restless gasps filled the room, stricken here and there with little whimpering moans. You were so lost in him that you didn’t really realize when it had finally ended. You remained panting on the mattress when it was over, waiting for him to come down to curl his arms around you.

He did, bringing you into his warmth of his chest as he buried his head in your sweet smelling hair. Kissing your cheek in thanks, Steve was suddenly stricken with what you had said earlier that morning. “…Did you really not get me anything for Christmas?” He wondered why it had taken so long for him to realize your words…but then didn’t blame himself. You were a damn succubus when you wanted to be.

He felt you smile against him. You lifted your head, and he saw your eyes fill with mischief. Turning around suddenly, he watched as you reached into the bedside dresser and pull out a neatly wrapped gift. He grinned wolfishly as you handed it to him.

“Merry Christmas,” you breathed, kissing his cheek. He put the present down to unwrap later. Right now, there was a beautiful, naked girl in his bed. He figured you could use a bit more attention.

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Dad!Shawn Imagine

He’s sitting at the studio, messing around with a few chords when he cell phone rings. He looks down, seeing her beautiful face flashing. He smiles to himself and picks up the device, answering her call. 

Phone pressed to his ear held up by his shoulder so he can still play.

“Hey you!” He answers smiling.

“Hey, are you busy?”

“Depends on what you want.” He grins. He hears her chuckle over the line.

“I need you to pick up Emily. Boss called a last minute meeting and I can’t get out of it.”

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All Mine

Ok so you can thank the Litty Titty Committee™ for this blurb. This all spawned from us discussing this gif

and how it just screams “come sit on my lap.” You can also thank @buddyhollyscurls because without her, I probably wouldn’t have gotten anywhere on this fic and just given up, or waited a year to finally get the courage to post it. Alright without further ado, here ya go!

You needed a plus one for your best friend’s birthday. She was going all out this year. Normally you wouldn’t mind going stag, but your ex had unintentionally been invited. Due to these unfortunate events, you really needed to show him that you’ve moved on and that he was just a blip on your radar. Who better to invite than Harry? The two of you have been friends for years, and your ex was very aware of him. Unbeknownst to your ex, you and Harry had recently decided to become friends with benefits. It all started about a week after your ex left you. He gave you no explanation. Hell, he didn’t even have the balls to tell you. He just packed up his stuff and left. When you finally put the pieces together that he wasn’t coming back, you found yourself crying on Harry’s doorstep. He had no clue why you were upset, but he of course welcomed you with open arms willing to listen to why you were upset whenever you were ready to talk about it.

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Nymphomania- excessive sexual desire by a female

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Saw Coco and was thinking of something that made Hector’s story even more of a tearjerker.

Warning Spoilers ahead. Avoid if you have not seen the movie. 

So these are Hector’s cloths in the movie. We have a pair of torn pants and a clearly ripped up jacket and a straw hat. Now after seeing the movie I was thinking back to the moment he passed on and what he was wearing. It’s clear that he and Ernesto were traveling Musicians. Their costumes were similar, not sure if they were identical, but they were a lot alike. So what is up with Hector’s outfit now? 

See when Hector died he was in his nice outfit, thing is, he never made it home. Imelda didn’t know where he was, and by a certain point she probably contacted Ernesto only to be told he didn’t know where Hector was either. Had she known he was dead she would have wanted to find out where and went to get the body. Thing is…we don’t know where the body of Hector is. And that’s the key to this. 

When Ernesto poisoned him, it’s clear it was late at night. Since we know he took the book, we can assume he also took Hector’s clothing and ids, anything to identify the man so that word would not get back to Imelda about his death, because she would have questions and probably figure out that Ernesto killed him and want vengeance upon that. So why does this tie into Hector’s clothing? 

Well there are two options here, there’s the grim one and the less grim but depressing one. 

Option one, Ernesto changed the clothing of Hector and put him in some random items so that people would think he was a drunk that had died on the street. Which would make Ernesto even more of a worm then he already is. 

Option two, and the more likely situation, was that Ernesto took Hector’s items, and left his body. Someone in town found it and after trying to find out who he was, assuming that Ernesto skipped town and that the hotel they were staying at didn’t have an address for Hector (which they probably didn’t have anything but a name in the check in book and his name is common as John Smith) they had no way to contact the family. 

This would mean that they would have to wait a few days before burying him. We know that what you’re buried in, or die in, is what you show up to the land of the dead in, in Coco, as Coco herself proves it when we see her outfit when she is shown at the end. She’s wearing the same outfit that she had on when she was an older woman in the chair. So what you die in, or maybe what you’re buried in, is what you wear in the Land of the Dead. 

If this is the case then Hector either had the outfit we see, purple vest (jacket?), brown pants, suspenders minus the hat. Or, they redressed him in a cheap but nice suit, put a hat on him out of respect and buried him in probably a paupers grave, or as it’s called, potters field. This would explain the less nice clothing that he has on compared to even those in the outer areas as even their clothing is decent compared to his. 

So just think about that, Hector was not only murdered, had his songs stolen, his wife hated him and his child didn’t know when her dad was coming home, but, on top of all of that he probably is buried in an unknown grave somewhere near that town where he died with no tombstone and under the assumed name of the John Doe variety. 

Yeah, now try to watch the movie without crying for Hector. That is damn depressing. You have to even wonder if they put him in a decent coffin even! 



“AH! God fuckin’ dammit!”

The echos of the two men reverberate around the room. Robin smiles. At times like this, it’s almost easy to forget.

The laughs slowly die down and the silence between them resumes. He glances over at the screen recorder, taking a mental note of when this… Uncomfortable silence was. He’d need to edit it out anyway.

“Oh, uh… That’s about an hour and a half.”

“Oh, really dude? That should be enough then. Might even have 2 episode’s worth there.”


Clicking and quick flicks of the keys being punched on the other end punctuate the increasingly uncomfortable silence.

“I was getting tired anyway, I think… ” His heart is pulsing in his throat.

“Yeah. That should be enough for those stupid cunts to chew on for a day.”

And there it was, a blatant reminder of who he worked for now.

Robin nods, though he’s not sure why he does.

It’s not like he’s here.


Shit, nevermind.

The silence continues, and the keys and clicks continue.


“Oh, so we’re FINISHED then, are we?”

Robin swallows and takes a deep breath.

“I thought we were, sir.”

He’s pretty sure he hears a snort from the other end of the line, but there’s the usual distortion that comes with his… “Master” relaxing out of his charade.

“What the fuck do you want?” The voice scraping and crawling its way through Robin’s speakers fluctuates up and down.

“Is….” Robin lifts his hands from the keyboard and mouse. They glisten with sweat, illuminated and tinged blue by the shine of his monitor. He reassures himself and presses them tightly together. “Is Jack okay?” His hands feel stickier pressed together.

A sharp giggle.

“You’ve been read what those puppets write too much.” The voice shakes more as it continues to distort and fluctuate. It sniggers again. “They always think they’re so clever.”

“But… It’s been a year. Can I just know he’s okay?”

“Robin, Robin,” the static chides him. “I feel like you’re forgetting your place in all this.”

Robin swallows.

There’s a noticeable pause. There’s a rustle, a creak from the other end.

He’s leaning back in his chair.

“You’re not here to fucking edit and be my bitch so I can collab with someone.” The voice registers dangerously low. A hot, sweaty flush spreads up Robin’s neck and face. “You’re here because I can’t have you be dead, and I need those puppets to fucking cooperate with me sometimes.”

Again, a nod.


“And if I could have it any other way, I would have you gutted and hung live on stream.” The static around his words jitters excitedly as he entertains that fantasy. His breath hitches and catches for a second, and Robin grimaces and cringes to himself.

He tries to not listen to the hot breaths in his ear.

This is so fucking gross.

Still. Quiet.

“But I can’t have that tarnish my ‘reputation’; after all, cooperation is the key to ANY working relationship. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Robin says nothing.

“Our… Arrangement stands. For every snooping question you ask, I’ll be sure to pass it on to Jack by carving your question into whatever blank piece of flesh I can find for it. And I don’t think he will appreciate you asking.”

Swallowing was becoming harder, thicker.

He felt sick.


“Oh, would you look at that!!” The energetic, thick accent blasts back out again, almost making Robin jump.

He wasn’t even surprised that people couldn’t tell Jack and Anti apart.

For a moment… it was like he was back.

“Looks like I forgot to switch off the recording. Ah well, good thing I always have you here to clean up my mess, right Robin? Can’t let those puppets get too sweaty over everything…”


“And remember Robin- don’t start getting any ideas. Your head may not be on the line, but I promise you, you will LIVE with the guilt knowing what you made me do to your friends and ANYONE you love because you refused to… Cooperate.

I want my video on time. Goodnight.”

There’s the token noise of the Skype call ending.

And he’s just sat there, head in hands, body shaking and glistening in the limelight of that ever constant monitor.

I didn’t sign up for this.

I Was Here | Pt. 5

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Hoseok

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1559

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Taking a deep breath, you locked your phone and closed your eyes. When was he going to give up? Why wouldn’t he understand that you were trying to forget him? Why was he turning your life into a living hell, why?

It has been already two weeks since you’ve last seen your husband. After that day, you tried to avoid him as much as you could, ignoring his messages and not going to your ‘shared’ apartment.

Never, not even once did you imagine that you would run away from your husband, the person you loved more than anything and everything. But after what happened that day, after all those things he had done to wanted to forget him, erase him from your life as if he never existed.

Furrowing your brows, you started shaking your head from side to side, trying to avoid all those flashbacks playing in your head. Covering your face with your hands, you scolded yourself. “Don’t Y/N! Don’t think about him!“

“Hey, Y/N, what’s wrong-“

The minute you heard his voice, you sprung up from the sofa and wrapped your arms around his body as if you were holding for dear life.
Sensing that something must’ve happened for you to act in such a way, Hosoek hugged you back as he gently stroke your hair in order to calm you down.

“He texted again, Hoseok..“

Taking a deep breath, Hoseok leaned back a little bit. “Hey, look at me.“

Looking up with your teary eyes, you looked into his soft ones. “What did I tell you? He can not hurt you as long as I’m by your side, do you understand that? I promised you that I’ll protect you, Y/N, and I will. Ignore those messages. He just doesn’t want to accept the fact that you were the one who left him and not him. Besides, he doesn’t even know where I live so there is no chance that he could find you.“

Taking another deep breath, you leaned your forehead against his chest. “How did I deserve you?“

Chuckling at your words, he patted your head. “Hey! After all, we’re best friends now! I’ll be by your side whenever you need me and you’ll be by my side whenever I need you! You promised!“

You did, and it was the most right decision you’ve ever made in your life..

“Look who’s back from their sweet little date!“

The minute you heard that voice, your whole body tensed, your head shooting up as your hand immediately grabbed Hoseok’s arm out of fear.

He found you. He was here and he wasn’t going to leave you alone.

Intervening his hand with yours, Hoseok stepped forward in order to block your sight from your husband. “What are you doing in front of my house?“

Leaning his body away from the wall he was leaning on, Taehyung took a few steps forward. Wrapping his arms in front of his chest, he smirked at your best friend. “I came here to get my wife.“

At that, Hoseok laughed sarcastically. “Wife? You still think that she’s your wife even though she singed those divorce papers you wanted so badly? Man, open your eyes and see the truth! She’s mine now!“

Hearing those words, something snapped inside Taehyung. Grabbing Hoseok’s collar, he punched him several times forcefully as he hissed. “She’s my wife!“

You watched how Hoseok’s limb body fell to the ground, his eyes closed as blood started dripping down his face.

Without thinking twice, you started running towards your best friend who was lying lifelessly on the ground but were stopped when you felt your husband’s tight grip around your wrist. “You’re coming with me!“

Trying to shove him away, you shouted desperately to Hoseok as you tried to get out of his grip. “Hoseok! Are you okay?! Please answer me! Hoseok?!“

Nothing. There was nothing. No answer, nothing.

Turning in your husband’s grip, you started punching his chest. “What have you done?! Why isn’t he responding to me?! Let me go, Taehyung!“

Punching him for the last time, you managed to get out of his grip. Immediately, you run towards your best friend and cradled his bloody face with your shaking hands, pleading for him to wake up. “Hoseok! Wake up, please! A-Are you okay?! Why aren’t you answering, damn it! You’re scaring me, please-“

Before you could end your please, Taehyung pulled you away for the second time, making sure to grab Hoseok’s key’s out of his limp body.

Dragging you towards Hoseok’s house, he unlocked the door and shoved you inside as he walked in too, locking the door again. “We need to talk, Y/N.“

Trying to control your breathing, you looked at him with a disgusted expression. “You are crazy! Let me out! I want to see Hoseo-“

“Say his name one more time and I swear I will kill him in front of your eyes!“

“What is wrong with you?! Why are you acting like this, Taehyung?! Why are you doing this-“

“You looked like you were having a good time with him.“

Closing your eyes, you took another deep breath. “Taehyung, let me go.“

“Did you have fun with your boyfriend? Where did you go, hm?-“

“Taehyung, stop-“

“Did you enjoy his company-“

With that, something snapped..

“Yes! Yes, I did enjoy his company! I had fun with him, Taehyung!“

A sarcastic chuckle left your husband’s mouth was he clenched his jaw. “Do you lay on the sofa with him? Does he kiss you every night before you two go to sleep?“

“Yes we do and yes he does! Why do you care, Taehyung?! You have your own girlfriend! Go do those things with her!“

Suddenly, you heard how something was thrown against the wall. Turning your head, you saw how Taehyung was throwing the vases on the shelf against the wall. “Didn’t you already break and shatter everything enough, Taehyung? Is it now time to shatter my home too?“

Taehyung raised one eyebrow. “Your home? Your home?! This isn’t your home, Y/N!“ he shouted as he punched the coffee table with his foot.

Pointing the door, you hissed. “Get out, Taehyung!“

Another flying vase, thousand more shattered pieces.

“Why don’t you understand, Taehyung?! I don’t want you in my life anymore! You’re just like a nightmare! Go so that I can be happy too! Just go!“

Balling his hands into fists, he hissed back. “You can’t be happy without me! I am not allowing you too be happy with him, Y/N!“

Running your hand through your hair, you reached out for the keys in his hand but he grabbed both of your wrists and leaned his forehead against yours. “Don’t make me crazy, Y/N.“

Laughing at his words, you answered. “You’re already crazy, Taehyung! You’re making me crazy too!“

“You can’t be his girlfriend, Y/N!“

“Why, everything was okay when you were being all lovey dovey with Hani in front of my eyes!“

Punching the wall, he screamed. “FUCK HANI!“

“Go Taehyung! Go marry Hani, do whatever you want but go-“

“So that you can live a happy life with that bastard?! I’m not stupid, Y/N! You’re mine!“

“No, I’m not! We broke up, Taehyung! Why can’t you realize that?!“

“You were the one who left me!“

Another sarcastic laugh escaped your mouth. “What? I was the one who left you? You wanted to get a divorce!“

“You already had a boyfriend, Y/N! You didn’t even feel hurt-“


You watched how Taehyung’s body froze.

“Do you know how many sleepless nights I had while I was waiting for you even though I knew that you were with Hani, lying in her bed?! Do you know how often I felt like I couldn’t breath because I knew that you would never kiss me like you kissed her?! Do you know how much I suffered because of you, Taehyung, do you?!“

“Okay, I’m sorry! Hate me if you want! I am even pleased with your hatred.. But please.. please don’t love anybody else, Y/N.. please..“

Letting the tears roll down your face, you shook your head from side to side. “You’re late, Taehyung..“

With that, you heard to door to Hoseok’s house open. When you saw how Hosoek stumbled inside with the spare keys in his hands, you run towards him and wrapped your arms immediately around his body as you sobbed into his chest.

“Shh, I’m okay, beautiful..“

Caressing his face with your hands, you hugged him even tighter. Unwrapping your arms from his body, Hosoek placed a soft kiss on your forehead and started walking towards your now ex husband, punching him in the face with full force.

“Touch my fiancé ever again, and I swear I will kill you without thinking twice!“

Only after hearing those words did Taehyung realize the diamond ring around the finger you were once wearing his wedding ring on.