this sends chills

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“Hello?” Bilbo answered cautiously. “Thorin?”
“Hello, Bilbo,” came Thorin’s rich voice. The deep, rough tone never failed to send a chill down Bilbo’s spine. “Are you busy?”
“I’m just having dinner …” Bilbo replied, hoping that he would not have to abandon his meal, as he had so many times previously.
“Ah,” Thorin breathed. There was a long pause before he said, “I haven’t had dinner yet.”
Puzzled by this non-sequitur, Bilbo prompted, “Are you in trouble?”
“No.”
“About to be in trouble?”
“No.”
“Done something for which you should be in trouble?”
“No.”

How to Date Your Lawyer is here on AO3!!! :)

harukarona  asked:

I've been reading your 2CT theories, and damn I'm super into it now lolol, In chap 99.5 (That Butler, Nursing), Vincent starts talking abt fags to Ciel, then all of a sudden Ciel says " I don't need fake brothers". Wogh reading over it now that sort of sends a chill down my spine. Do you think that was Real!ciel referring to our!ciel and somehow in someway they both actually despised each other?? Boi I am not good with all these theories lolol but ya pls explain that specific panel to me!! :3

Mmm! Assuming that 2CT is true and the Phantomhives had twins, I really do not think that the twins hated each other :/ It’s not just my wishful thinking, but the twins hating each other simply wouldn’t make sense to me, because

1) our!Ciel clearly suffers from survivor’s guilt.

He thinks he wasn’t worth protecting and it should have been real!Ciel who survived rather than him. There’s the possibility that our!Ciel had a kind of inferiority complex towards his brother, but he really doesn’t seem like he held a grudge against him. At least, imo there’s no scene so far that hints at it :/

I mean, if our!Ciel despised his brother, then he wouldn’t look this happy to go on a boat trip with him and his parents, don’t you think? D:


2) this scene from our!Ciel’s flashback (ch90)

In this scene, real!Ciel says that he will definitely protect our!Ciel. Unless i.) this memory of our!Ciel is altered for some reason or ii.) real!Ciel is one hell of an actor, I think we can safely say that real!Ciel was very protective of our!Ciel. I don’t see any negative emotions such as hatred in his eyes and also, judging from our!Ciel’s monologue “I still had you” it seems our!Ciel trusted him and was comforted by his existence :/ (Here’s a detailed analysis of this flashback with some linguistical explanations that might be helpful!).

So, if 2CT is true, imo it is more likely that the twins got along well, at least on our!Ciel’s part (we don’t know real!Ciel’s true personality yet since we never had a monologue from his POV).

Now coming back to your question what real!Ciel might have meant in this scene…

based on the assumption that our!Ciel didn’t hate his brother and the twins got along well more or less, I and a lot of other Japanese fans interepreted this line as following:

“I don’t need fake brothers (because I already have a real, one and only brother.)”

We rather saw it as a possible sign of real!Ciel having some kind of severe “brother complex” (just like Edward has a “sister complex”, but the difference being that real!Ciel kinda has those yandere (psychotic) vibes while Edward doesn’t). And now that there’s a high chance that real!Ciel came back to life and is the gunman who shot Soma, it’s becoming more and more likely that he wasn’t just a cheerful, innocent child, but also had a dark and maybe cruel side :/

Jokers Daughter Fic: The Outsider Pt. 4

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Trippin’

Kissing on my neck like I’m the only one

But it’s no fun if we’re both nuns, on a dope run

In my head it’s me and you sleeping and smoking

On something long enough to hang your coke and on

- Terror Jr.


It was already afternoon when I woke up, taking a long time to get used to the dim light coming through the curtains, the soft bed and the warm body holding mine in place. Jerome’s lips were pressed against the back of my neck, little puffs of his breath sending me chills. I turned to him, trying not to wake him, and a genuine smile took my face in seconds.
We were finally sleeping together, after so long, since Arkham, what for him could mean just sex, but for me meant intimacy. Looking at him now, almost peaceful, the only topic that filled my thoughts was our escape. We decided that before tonight’s mission we would leave Theo and his collars behind.
Last night we found, on the bedrooms’ corridor, a white door, that was camouflaged with the walls. Inside that room, we found golden columns, expensive paintings, and an exit.
Jerome sighed, opening one green-blue eye and then other. I could not resist in kiss his pink swollen parted lips slowly. He half laughed, half answered the kiss, his hands searching for mine.
-Morning, gorgeous.
-It’s probably 2 p.m. already.
He tried to reach my lips again but failed insofar as I turned to light up a cigarette.
-Missed breakfast then.
-Same- I dragged and passed the fag to him, who sat with the back against the cold wall, the bed sheets covering his lower body- We can eat something.
-I could eat, surely.
I rolled my eyes, my lips’ corner lifting a little. I light up another cigarette and leaned against his strong and scarred chest. Outside the room, Tabitha’s voice filled all the empty rooms. She and Jerome were going to visit his father in less than one hour. Theo fought with Tabs the day before to make clear he would not let I and Jerome make the job together and alone, he was afraid we could escape. And we would.
-Right then?
-What’s right?
-You being with me after we run away?- I kissed him on the spot where the shoulder meets the neck, thinking about the proposal. My answer would always be yes, he knew this, he was just giving me the chance to ask what I really wanted.
-I believe that’s it. However, I don’t really know what you will do for me- He laughed low, placing his chin on my head- I mean, I can imagine somewhere we can be like now. But that’s all we want?
-Not what I want, not just this- He said, throwing his finished cigarette near the bathroom door.
I could almost hear his mind thinking, thinking, thinking… In one move, I sat in his lap, my lips moving up his neck. He caught the cigarette from my fingers, so I had how to touch him. I waited for him to finish dragging the fag and then we laid our very naked and cold bodies on the mattress.
-This too?
-Absolutely, doll- He groaned, putting my hips against his, searching for my lips.
While we kissed, I could hear Tabitha walk down the corridor, her so annoying high heels clacking on the wooden floor.
-Hurry up, Jerome. We gotta be there in thirty minutes.
He paused the kiss, sending his middle finger to the closed door, while I lowered to his chest.
-Hurry up, Jerome- I mimicked Tabitha while passing my wet lips over his abdomen, a smile turning the corner of them.
-I’m not going anywhere before breakfast- His fingers tangled in my already ruined braid, guiding me to go down on him- (Y/N), watch your teeth- His voice shaking with ecstasy. Rolling my eyes, I bit hard his thigh, near his groin, ripping out a mocked “bitch”.
The door was open five minutes after, Jerome squirming on the mattress, as I licked come in his abdomen. I looked over his body and found a furious Tabitha.
-I give you five minutes, dammit. You two can’t keep yourselves dressed, for God’s sake.
The brunette waived any apologies and left without closing the door. I laid over Jerome’s chest, his salty flavor in my tongue. He would leave on the edge, but I knew that it worth the wait.
-Protection- I listened to a low and hoarse tone.
-What?
-Protection is what I can provide you when we leave- And then I understood and stood up from his body to see his, now green, eyes- I’m not leaving Gotham, neither you- I nodded- Then, protection. It’s gold in this city.
-Indeed- He smiled, waiting for me to confirm the deal- Well, yeah, right. That will be me, you and protection.
Jerome gets up from the bed, dressing quickly, and lighted up a new cigarette, kissing me hard on the lips before he follows Tabitha’s path, out the room.
I lead against the cold wall and a confident smiled consumed my entire face. I and my very hot boyfriend were going to leave tonight, all he had to do was kill Bruce Wayne.

I don't tell you this enough...

You’re so so beautiful and smart and brave. Your heart is made of pure gold and I’m so glad to even get a chance to be close to you, let alone call you mine. You’re so warm when I hug you. Your eyes send chills through my body when they meet mine. And your fingertips leave trails of love pouring out of me as they drift over my skin. My home is inside your arms when they hug me. My home is anywhere you are and I never want that to change. You are home to me. I love you so much.

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the almost formulaic nature of current facebook wine mom culture sends chills down my spine whenever I encounter it

Normal ask meme

Nothing odd here, just some normal asks.

1. Where did you hide the body?

2. Favorite rock?

3. Worst dream you ever had?

4. Answer this with a lyric from the first song that comes to your mind

5. Does blood make you uncomfortable?

6. Even numbers or Odd numbers?

7. Something you hate that you love?

8. The first initial of someone you hate?

9. Make up an Acrostic for the word “Exsanguinate”

10. Do you enjoy corndogs?

11. Favorite movie from the year 2005?

12. Least favorite music genre?

13. Have any terrible restaurant experiences?

14. Three things that you would never want to come near you?

15. What is the worst way for you to die? (In your opinion)

16. any unsual habits?

17. One emoji that you probably have never used?

18. Write a three sentence horror story about a gatorade bottle.

19. Do you know what old bay is?

20. Can you dance?

21. What first comes to mind when you see rope?

22. Make an obscure reference

23. What is your favorite color for a balloon?

24. If you were ever to got court, would you most likely be innocent or guilty?

25. Are you hungry?

26. Do you have an unlucky number?

27. What does “JMD” stand for?

28. Random Inside joke?

29. What sends chills up your spine?

30. How many questions are currently in your inbox?

31. Someone (real) who scares you? 

32. Run or Hide?

33. Who is the last person who made you angry?

34. What’s going on in your head?

35. One little thing that makes you smile?

36. Are you a decisive person?

37. Would people describe you as a paranoid person?

38. What store would you be the least likely to be found in?

39. Do you like hats? If so, what’s your favorite type?

40. Bowties or Ties?

41. Who?

42. What?

43. Where?

44. When?

45. Why?

46. How?

47. Do you collect anything?

48. What time is it?

49. Favorite mode of transportation?

50. Would you ever kill someone to save someone else?

51. Make a joke

52. .eserver ni gnihtemos etirW

53. Would your dash be considered SFW?

54. Do you like to cuddle?

55. What makes you angry?

56. How many voices are in your head?

57. Do you consider yourself mentally stable?

58. Are you easily offended?

59. What’s wrong with taking the backstreets?

60. Any questions you want people to ask you?

“Could you at least pretend enjoy yourself, there are a lot of big packs here that we should try to impress,” Derek muttered to Stiles as they sat through the third, no fourth, speaker of the morning at the U.S. Supernatural Convention. 

“You said I had to show up, I even put on a button down for you, but you never said anything about enjoying myself,” Stiles show back, “We’re in New York, there are so many cool bookshops I could be checking out.”

“I’ll buy you any books you want after the event today,” Derek whispered, eyes on Stiles. 

“Fine,” Stiles said, sitting up a little straighter, “But I still don’t see why Boyd couldn’t have come with you.”

“You’re my emissary and mate,” Derek said, “I need you here help with treaties and to keep the single wolves away from me.”

“You just want me here for my body,” Stiles said with a smirk, ignoring the looks from people around them, “I get it.”

“Shut up Stiles,” Derek whispered, his ears burning red. He saw Satomi give him an amused look and he started to wonder if he was crazy for thinking Stiles could behave through the three day convention. It was only the first day after all. 

“Promise me some mind blowing hotel sex tonight and I’ll be the model emissary,” Stiles whispered right into Derek’s ear, sending chills down his spine. He was in for an interesting week. 

BTS Scenario: Discipline

Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genres: Smut, Spanking, Fingering, Blowjob 

Summary: After seeing you getting closer to another member, Jungkook decides that he needs to teach you a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself.

Word Count: 2.3k

Thank you to anon for the request!

The dorm was filled with chatter after the boys had finished their evening practice; the room mingled with sweat and loud voices. You threw your head back in laughter as Jimin cracked another joke, raising a hand to grab his arm in an attempt to steady yourself. He leaned forward to butt his head against your shoulder as he tried to suppress his own giggles. Jimin placed a hand on your waist as he straightened himself up, the last of his chuckles fading out.  

“You know, Y/N, no one else will joke around with me like this, we ought to hang out more often.” Jimin grinned, grabbing your hands and swaying them side to side as you nodded your head in agreement. You opened your mouth to respond when you suddenly felt a pair of eyes boring into you and looked across the room to see Jungkook sitting on his own on the couch. He glanced back down at his phone as he caught your gaze. He briefly flickered his eyes back up to glare between you and Jimin as his mouth screwed into a grimace while nibbling at the inside of his cheek. You frowned at his scowling expression, wondering what had caused his anger-filled state. You watched as he even brushed off Taehyung’s attempt to start a conversation, pushing himself further into the corner of the couch as his eyes narrowed towards you. Excusing yourself from Jimin, you began to make your way over to where your boyfriend was sitting. Jungkook’s glower remained unfazed as you approached him and his hands balled into fists, clenching so tight that you could see his veins begin to appear. Upon reaching him, he stood up, towering over you as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.

“Meet me in my room. Now.” He ordered; his warm breath washed over your neck, causing goosebumps to rise. You cocked an eyebrow and turned to innocently stare up at him through your lashes. Without another word, he stormed towards the stairs, leaving you in confusion at his sudden anger. It wasn’t often that you saw Jungkook like this, so what could he possibly be so upset over? Not wanting to keep him waiting, you headed upstairs and stopped outside of Jungkook’s closed bedroom door. You knocked gingerly. When there was no answer, you cautiously turned the knob and stepped into the room where Jungkook had his back to you, his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed heavily. You watched as he removed his jacket, leaving him in his sweat slicked t-shirt that hugged tightly against his brawny frame.

“Jungkook…” You pried carefully, afraid that you’d cause him to burst. He whipped around to face you; his jaw clenched as he advanced toward you until your back was pressed against the wall. You stared up at Jungkook exasperatedly as he lifted both of his hands to slam against the wall above you, cornering you against the surface. You felt a hot rush of blush rise in your cheeks as he towered above you. His tall form was intimidating as he stood over you, stepping closer to nearly crush himself against your small frame.

“Y/N, you’ve been getting far too friendly with Jimin lately.” He growled. You attempted to avert your gaze, but Jungkook immediately slid a hand under your chin, forcing you to look up into his darkened eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you spoke timidly, “He was making me laugh and-”

“You think I can’t see the way he gets close to you? Letting his hands graze your waist and holding your hands; it makes me furious to see someone else touch you.” He continued. You tensed as he brought one hand down to tightly grip your waist. “And the way that you’ve been allowing him to do so, even letting your own hands wander at times. No, this won’t do at all.”

“But-” You began but were cut off by Jungkook lowering himself close to you, until his face was mere centimeters from yours. His eyes, glistening with fire, bore into you as he breathed harshly through his nose.  

“I think you need to be taught a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself, Y/N.” He whispered, sending a chill up your spine. Your entire face burned a bright red as he got closer, his lips barely hovering over your own. The scent of him, his sweat mixed with his warm breath, swirled around you, making you feel intoxicated as you breathed it in. You shivered beneath him as each breath sent a dizzying wave through you.

“W-what?” You choked, blinking at him through your lashes as he towered above you. Without another word, Jungkook stepped back, suddenly letting out a low, conniving laugh, and made his way over to the bed where he sat down before lifting a finger to beckon you over. His previously furious expression wavered as a devilish grin now played at his lips. You slowly walked over, utterly confused by his behavior as he grabbed a hold of your hand.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N, and naughty girls like you need to be punished.” He spoke in a deep voice as he lifted a hand to caress your thigh. Pressing his fingers roughly into your skin, his eyes roamed over you, scanning your entire body as he chewed on his bottom lip. Your breathing hitched as his cool fingers trailed further upward, disappearing underneath of your skirt and toying with the fabric of your panties.

“This ass,” he began, “is only for me. Is that understood?” Jungkook leaned forward to grip your jaw with his hand, bringing you closer to him. His other hand gripped your ass tightly, digging his fingers into the plush skin over the fabric of your panties. You gulped and nodded silently before he sloppily crushed his lips against yours, keeping a tight hold on your jaw as his tongue granted itself access and began to roam your mouth. Your lips smacked as he pulled back from you, his eyes darkened with lust as he stared up at you. Despite being unsure of Jungkook’s intentions, his intimidating actions were somehow managing to send a thrilling rush through you.

“Bend over,” Jungkook commanded, gesturing to his knees.

“I said bend over.” He said with a rising sternness in his tone when you failed to move. Jungkook placed a hand to your back, forcing you to lean over his knees. “Do you see how disobedient you’re being? You need to be disciplined.” He growled into your ear as his fingers disappeared underneath of your skirt once more. This time, they hooked around the waistband of your panties before he slowly tugged them downward until they pooled around your ankles.

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” You whined but were immediately quieted by his hand cupping over your mouth. Without warning, you heard a swish of air as his other hand lifted up and came back to crack down firmly on your ass. Jungkook rubbed your stinging flesh as you let out a cry muffled by his hand.

“I want you to count how many times I spank you. Outloud, is that understood?” He demanded as you trembled and nodded silently before he removed his hand. Despite being a bit frightened by his tone, you couldn’t help but feel a pool of fire developing in your abdomen and a slight heat between your legs. You couldn’t deny that you were finding his dominance thrilling when his hand cracked down another time, causing you to yelp once more.

“One!” You cried out, your voice echoed throughout the room as you immediately received another sharp slap which caused to you to screw your eyes shut.

“Not so loud, kitten. You don’t want the others to hear, do you?” He cooed, leaning down to nibble your earlobe as he soothed your burning skin. “Now try again, quieter.” He whispered before lifting his hand once more. Spank.

“Two,” you whimpered. Spank.

“Three,” Spank.

“Four,” you continued to count smack after smack as your skin blazed and reddened from Jungkook’s hand until the area began to feel numb. With each spank becoming more forceful, you felt the heat between your legs increase until your thighs were dripping with wetness. Jungkook’s sudden dominance sent a wave of pleasure through you with each grunt he emitted as he cracked down on your ass, smoothing it out with his rough hands after each one.

“Tell me who you belong to.” He demanded, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“You.” you managed to splutter out in between gasps.

“That’s right,” he growled, “only me.” This time, he brought his hand down to spank you three more times, rapidly without pausing in between to allow the stinging sensation to settle in. Your skin felt like it was afire and you bucked your hips forward in an attempt to relieve the pressure. You tried to bite back a moan, failing miserably as you squirmed over Jungkook’s knees and let out a loud groan.

“Are you enjoying this? Do you like it when I spank you?” He purred as you swallowed hard and nodded, unable to speak as you quaked from the fiery mix of pain and pleasure. By now your legs were practically soaked and you bucked your hips upwards, pleading for Jungkook to stop.

“You’re such a naughty girl, getting pleasure out of punishment. Look at how wet this is making you.” He laughed darkly as his fingers trailed towards your slicked thighs. You also took notice that you weren’t the only one who was finding pleasure in the situation as you felt the growing bump in Jungkook’s jeans poke against your abdomen. You felt his finger dip between your thighs, ghosting over your slit as you swished your hips towards him, begging for his fingers to fill you up.

“Don’t be too eager now.” You received another harsh spank, causing you to mewl softly as he began to glide his fingers along your slit. “Naughty girls like you don’t always get what they want. If you want these fingers inside of you, you’ll have to beg for it.”

“P-please Jungkook,” you keened, “I want it so bad.” Finally, he gave in and you gasped as he dipped one finger inside of you, slowly stretching you out. Your walls clenched around him as he added another finger, falling to a rhythm as he pumped his digits in and out of you. The feeling sent you into bliss as you lifted your hips up towards him, begging for more as he quickened his pace. Your moans echoed throughout the room which was now felt heavy with the scent of your sex. Jungkook’s fingers swirled around inside of you, curving at just the right angle to make your eyes roll back and your entire body pulse with pleasure.

“Jungkook, I’m-” You began, unable to finish your sentence; your vision became starry as the sounds in the room faded into white noise. You clenched around Jungkook’s fingers as you burst into your orgasm, covering them with your heat as you squirmed about over his knees. You went limp as you came down from your high; Jungkook removed his fingers from you and placed both hands on your shoulders, hurriedly pushing you off of his lap.

“Fuck, baby, I need you right now.” He groaned as he immediately stood up and began to fumble with his belt. You rose to your knees as he shoved his jeans down to his ankles and released his erection from his boxer briefs. Jungkook languidly stroked his cock before you reached up to wrap your hand around it followed by your mouth closing around the tip.

“Yeah, just like that baby. Suck my cock just like that.” Your eyes fluttered up to look at Jungkook who had had his head thrown back as a throaty groan emitted from his slightly parted lips. Your tongue swirled around his member as you bobbed your swollen lips along his length. After a moment, Jungkook impatiently reached down to grab a fist full of your hair in each hand. He began snapping his hips forward; thrusting into your mouth as he fell into an impossibly fast rhythm.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come.” He breathed as he fucked your open mouth, your lips now darkened with saliva that dribbled down your chin. Jungkook pulled his cock out of your mouth before his hand flew downward, hastily pumping it through his fist. He kept one hand in your hair, tilting your head upward as he approached his climax. At once, his breathing hitched before he let out a prolonged groan that bounced off the walls of the room as he released onto your face. Jungkook breathed heavily, slowing his strokes as he finished himself off before bending down to cup your face with his hands.

“You know to suck me just right, baby.” He said, still catching his breath as he lifted you to stand up. You winced as you rose up; your bottom sent a scorching sensation through you with every movement. Jungkook noticed your struggling and leaned around you to admire his work on your ass, tenderly placing a hand on the still reddened flesh.

“Well, I expect that you’ve learned your lesson about being a naughty girl?” He asked smirking as he grasped your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. You nodded as he pressed his lips to yours, tasting himself on your still swollen lips. “And will you misbehave like this again?”

You shook your head vigorously, promising to obey him.

“Good girl,” he grinned, squeezing your ass once more and making you wince quietly, “otherwise, you know what’s in store for you should you decide that you need to be disciplined again.”

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Kinks (Taehyung/Reader)

Originally posted by buisually-appealing

Prompt: Hello! I was wondering if you could please do a Taehyung/Reader where you’re both having a lazy day and you’re watching TV on the bed. The remote falls but you’re too lazy to get up so you stretch across, and he goes “just get up lazy ass” or something and spanks your butt playfully, but you moan- which leads him to (correctly) believe you have a spanking kink ;)) which leads to some kinky smut afterwards!! Thank you so much <3

Genre: smut

Words: 3.5k+

Author: Admin Meyg

Summary: Wednesday was your favorite day for multiple reasons. 

Tags: Spanking, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Face Sitting/Riding, 69 position, etc.

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- you always cross my mind, at the most random moments. The sunset reminds me of how soft your voice is. The stars remind me of the smile that shines brighter than the world itself. Even darkness reminds me of you, how deep your mind and heart are, yet how peaceful they both seem. You are my light at the end of a tunnel. Your lips against my neck make me week, your fingers tracing my skin , sends chills up and down my spine. You’re exhilarating. You truly take my breath away. You have the mind of a poet, your words flow like a book. Filling new pages everyday, I want to be on those pages, as a new beginning.

a guide to all the AKASHI

we rate all the Seijuurou* you can imagine and many more!
*Seijuro / Seijurou / etc


1)  First of all, THE BABIE

  • the only baby who appears in canon storyline
  • tells us that these guys probably didn’t dye their hair to be like rainbow or to match their surname, it’s all natural - well at least Akashi’s is
  • has the resting expression full of wisdom, this Akachan is more put together than my life
  • precious babie 

2)  Child Akashi 

  • clean and good-mannered child 12/10 brings out maternal instinct even from fanboys
  • headcanon that Akamama called him Sei-san in public and Sei-chan in private

3)  Middle School / Teiko Akashi - original 

Originally posted by hyakuraii

  • plants shred their petals upon his presence
  • makes any genre of anime becomes shoujo 
  • he smol but probably daddy material

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Wrong Place, Right Time.

Request from anon: Hey. Love your writing. Can I request a fic where Reader sleeps naked. Bucky’s so exhausted after a mission he barely can keep his eyes open and doesn’t realize he’s off by a floor, quickly showers, and collapses into bed. Next morning Bucky wakes up with no way to leave the bed without waking Reader. Both of them are mortified when they realize what’s happened but eventually it leads to them revealing they’ve had feelings for each other for a long time. (Smut or fluff, but preferably both). <3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,456

Warnings: Smut, swearing, NSFW, unprotected sex…..anything I have missed let me know!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

It had been the fifth mission in as many days for The Avengers and they were all exhausted; Bucky more so given that he was still having a daily fight with the memories that taunted him 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and so as they all headed to their respective living quarters he attempted to do the same. A feat of which was made more difficult by the fact that it was becoming increasingly harder to keep his eyes open. 

One by one each of the team left the lift and soon enough he was the only one left to reach his room. He turned his attention to the buttons on the panel at the side of the doors – his vision wasn’t exactly his best friend at the moment though so the buttons that would usually be so clear were now completely out of focus for the tired soldier.

The only option he had if he wanted to get any form of sleep tonight was to go on memory and press the one he was sure he usually did.

By the time the lift doors opened he was particularly asleep. His aching body all but fell on the floor as he stumbled over to what he believed to be his room.

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I Will Take Care Of You

Summary: Like I say ti @amrita31199 this is one where Steve gets a massage and his dick sucked. 

Words: 2647

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: smut (oral and penetrative sex) and loats of fuffly

You wake up alone in bed, again it’s the third time this has happened this week.

Steve came back from a mission a few days ago, he was tired and needed a rest but nobody was allowing him to do so. Between mission reports to fill in, training and meetings he didn’t have much time for himself.

You hated that he didn’t take this time to process things, that his idea of self-care was to run a marathon and destroy punching bags. You hated that he barely slept or ate in this last few days because he doesn’t consider it a priority. You just want him to be happy.

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welp. i don’t really know how this happened, but it just kinda did. WC: 1510

klance, mild klangst, confessions, first kiss


Lance hums. “Really? You think?” 

The alien giggles, a small, tinkling laugh that makes Keith’s fists ball at his sides. He works his jaw, fixing his gaze on the beautiful red, blue, green, yellow, and black banners hanging from the ceiling.

The planet, Xylo, had been overrun with Galra, it’s inhabitants, the Xylans, being treated as slaves, working to harvest the precious gems in near the core of the planet. Many had died in the work, the heat, radiation, and brutal conditions too much, but those that lived fought side by side with Voltron, with a valor unmatched by any other planet they’ve ever encountered. 

It had been a sight Keith is unlikely to ever forget. He remembers this planet’s queen, Kani, charging an entire squadron of Galran sentries, ripping a blaster out of one of their hands and taking down each and every one before Voltron even had time to turn to offer her any sort of assistance.

Another tinkling giggle. Keith’s eye twitches, feels his nostrils flare. He needs to leave before he ruins a happy alliance before it even starts.

Keith grabs a drink off of the tray of a waiter, downing it one go, placing it back on the tray, and making his way for the door.

He pushes through the crowd. Everyone is gathered around the main floor, one traditionally used for ballroom dances, but all music had been destroyed by the galra. All the Xylans are still in their makeshift armor, and the Paladins still in their own colored suits. 

As he pushes through them, a couple pieces of their armor falls off, but no one seems to care. A hand places itself on his shoulder, he pauses, sees a large hand with Black Paladin armor, and shrugs it off as he resumes. There’s a sigh, but no footsteps follow him.

He trudges his way out the door and through the blue-brown dirt towards the Castle.

Fuck Lance. Fuck Lance and all his flirts. Fuck him and his crass carelessness. Fuck him and his stupid, beautiful face. Fuck him and his dazzling smile. Fuck him and his kind, caring heart. Fuck him and his ability to make anyone laugh. Fuck. Him.

He knows he has a crush on Lance. Knows he wants to cuddle him, kiss him, hold hands with him, boop his nose, peck his cheek, massage his legs. He knows this. 

But Lance doesn’t. Lance and his thick skull paired with Keith’s inability to do jack shit about his feelings means that that’s all he’ll know. He’ll never know how much Keith wants him. He’ll never know about how he dreams of Lance, hoping to wake up to his bubbly face and low, tired voice. He’ll never know that Keith is so far in over his head that he did a full on backflip. 

Finding himself somehow at the door of his room, he presses the control panel, clicking to slide it open.

God, he just wishes he could say something. At least if Lance said no, he’d be caring enough to not just flirt with every being in existence right in front of Keith. Well, that or he’d very purposefully do just that, but Keith doesn’t really think he would.

Keith flops onto his bed, armor still on. It’s uncomfortable, but he doesn’t care. He focuses on the armor digging into his back and thighs, trying to keep his mind off of Lance.

He takes a deep breath, feeling the twinges of anger leaving his body, only to be replaced by a deep-set ache. A loneliness yet to be filled. A hole so open in his heart, one that he knows one person could fill perfectly, and yet it won’t ever happen.

It sends a chill throughout his body as it weighs it down. As the knowledge that the one man he wants, the one man he knows he could truly love, has less than no interest in him.

He pushes his head further back into the pillow and lets out a huff. 

Knock knock

Keith raises his head slightly, but doesn’t say anything. If he’s quiet, they’ll go away.

“Keith?”

Lance. 

Nope.

“Go away, Lance,” says Keith, frustration tinging his voice.

He can almost hear the hesitation at the door.

“I’ll talk through the door if I have to,” says Lance. It’s meant to sound like a threat, but there’s an air of… helplessness in his voice. And it’s just that that makes Keith get up, walking over to the door and open it for Lance.

Keith doesn’t say anything to him, just turns and flops back down on the bed, leg hanging off the side.

Lance grabs it under his knee, lifting it up as he sits down before placing it back down, on top of his

Keith pretends like he can’t feel the sheer warmth coming from Lance’s thigh and pretends that merely being able to rest his leg over Lance’s isn’t make his face slowly become hotter and hotter. 

He doesn’t dare look at Lance, but he can feel a slight movement, probably him moving his arms or shaking his other leg or something.

There’s a long, awkward silence, neither of them willing to speak, but both waiting for the other to start. 

Eventually Keith gives in.

“What d -” starts Keith.

“I’m sorry,” says Lance.

Keith furrows his brows, but doesn’t say anything. Lance takes the hint.

“I didn’t… She was just…” Lance sighs. Keith feels his elbow through the armor on his calf. He raises his head slightly to see him, his head is in his hands, one elbow on his knee, other on Keith’s calf.

“I like you, okay? I thought that if I… If I flirted with people in front of you, you’d get jealous and you’d come running, and I dunno. I know that that’s dumb, everything I do is dumb, but I just wanted you to like me and more than just a friend and I just… I dunno,” Lance trails off at the end, fingers slitting open, letting one eye peek over at Keith. 

But Keith doesn’t hear the rest. He doesn’t hear anything after okay? Even if he wanted to, his pulse spiked, pounding in his ears. His breathing quickened, every inhale and exhale echoed five times over in his head. 

He bolts straight up, but his leg over Lance’s makes him lose his balance. Without hesitation, hands - Lance’s hands - land on his hip and shoulder, stopping him from falling back over. They burn him where they rest, for him to remember for the rest of his days.

Not even thinking, Keith surges forward, but he misses. He kisses the corner of Lance’s mouth, feeling it tug into a shy smile under him. Lance pulls away, but his hand on Keith’s shoulder slides up to the back of Keith’s neck.

Keith blinks at him, heart beating up into his throat as Lance’s shy smile disappears. As the hand on the back of his neck slowly pulls him in. As lips press a nervous, tentative kiss onto his own. Keith tries to kiss him back, add more - more flare to it, but only succeeds in colliding his nose with Lance’s.

He feels his face flush even more as Lance chuckles as they pull back. “It’s okay,” he whispers to Keith. “We can work on it.”

Keith ducks his head, a hand coming up over his eyes. Lance chuckles again, low and soothing, as he places a hand on Keith’s wrist, gently tugging it from his face. Keith lets him.

Bringing it up to his lips, Lance presses a soft, fluttery kiss to the inside of his wrist. Then in a circle around his palm. Then to the pads of each and every one of his fingers.

His eyes flick up to Keith, who wants to look away, whose every instinct is telling him to look away, but just can’t. Lance leans forward, tilting his head too much to be coming in for a kiss. No, instead, Lance places a peck to Keith’s cheek, nuzzling his nose into it before sitting back down.

They just stare at each other, happy with the silence in between them, happy to sit there and take in every single detail of the others’ face.

Keith had always known that Lance’s eyes were a blue, but he never noticed the slight green tint they had to them, or the fleck of brown in the top left of his right one. He’d never seen the smattering of barely-there freckles dotting his nose and cheekbones, or the one noticeable freckle hidden in the hairs of his right eyebrow. He’d never realized just how long his eyelashes were, nor how his deep brown hair framed his face so gently it seemed like it was almost too afraid to be around such beauty.

Keith’s heart flutters in his chest. He can’t believe this is real. He may not know exactly what they are yet, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Lance likes him. Lance really, truly likes him.