Blue does crazy stunts on autopilot sometimes just for the shits and giggles, scaring the living crap out of Lance making him think there’s some malfunction
One day they heard some explosions in the Castle and they came from Blue’s hangar. When Allura and the others went to check, there were stains of laser beams on the floor and walls and Blue was turned to a corner seeming extremely confused, lifting her front paws as if looking for something
Turns out it was just that Lance got a laser tag somewhere and was hidden on a higher level pranking Blue who had even shot her laser beams at the red spot of light trying to catch it
Red makes fun of Blue for being fooled so easily - turns out to be the next victim when Lance records a ticker and leaves it playing stuck behind Red’s ear while the Lion was in sleep mode and almost falls out of his hiding place trying to hold back the laughter as he watches Keith enter the hangar running and yelling at Red who’s a nervous wreck “WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING IN MY MIND TO GET EVERYONE OUT OF THE CASTLE, WE RAN A SCAN AND THERE’S NO BOMB IN HERE, RED, WHAT THE FUCK, ARE YOUR HEARING SYSTEMS DAMAGED OR WHAT”
Seriously, Shiro once went to check on Black and almost had a heart attack when Blue stepped out of her hangar, stared at him for like 10 seconds with her eye lights very low, then stepped back and hit her head against the wall twice before just lying down and shutting off again
“I love my human boy so much, don’t you dare talking bad of him or you’ll be singing ‘Let It Go’ so frozen you’ll be after I blast you to outer space with my Ice Ice Baby”
Blue managed to actually talk to Lance in his mind instead of just sending him ideas way before everyone else
He almost shitted his pants that day because he thought he was losing his mind or someone was brainwashing him
Turns out Blue thought it was a good idea to have a prank be their first talk ever. Because bonding. She chose a random female voice she picked up from his memories through their connection as Lion and Paladin and it was actually his mother’s voice, cue his panic when he heard it
Lance fell asleep in Blue’s cockpit once so she just lifted her barrier and called it a day
He almost panicked later when Blue was so deep in sleep mode she just wouldn’t wake up as he tried everything insisting he ‘needed to go’
Blue gets distracted way too easily whenever Lance’s piloting her. If he’s not paying attention either, they’ll just collide against stuff on their way because BLUE WON’T REALLY PAY ATTENTION unless if Lance focuses enough to make her focus too
The day Blue showed Lance where her aux cord was located was the day when Voltron’s Transformation Sequence changed forever
Shiro: FORM VOLTRON! Lance: YES I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THIS *Plays the Power Rangers Theme during the entire sequence* Keith: Lance what the fuck
Blue thinks the song is catchy btw
The other time he played the Attack On Titan theme and Pidge couldn’t stop laughing for some reason
Das Leben ist der pure Stress, und um runterzukommen, brauchst du Stoff. Rumrennen. Stoff. Rumrennen. Stoff. Rundtanz mit dem Teufel. Der Teufel jagt dich im Kreis und du jagst ihn. Aber er wird immer schneller sein als du.
Bitty loves Seattle as much as a southerner can love a city that barely sees the sunshine, and he loves his boys, but god bless it if he doesn’t cross his fingers and toes every year hoping to get picked up by a Metropolitan team so he can at least live on the same coast as Jack.
For a few blissful months every year, Bitty gets his husband back; and promptly does none of what he’s planned to do with said husband.
(Also, point-of-order, Jack’s three-year, 1.2 million a year Falconers contract is on the lower end of the spectrum. The average (2016) NHL salary is around 2.9 mil a year, meaning Jack went pretty cheap for someone being scouted by so many teams. Did our beloved Canadian hockey robot turn down mad-money elsewhere to sign with the Falconers? Probably.)
They’re both snuggled up together in a rare moment of post-season calm. Neither are keen to move any more than the absolutely have to; tucked into lopsided couch cushions while the television plays split-screened between another film missed in theaters and the NHL Network.
It’s been a long, hard-fought season for them both: the Falconers knocked out of the playoffs in the second round, the Schooners barely making a dent in the first. Combine that with their newfound ‘chronic’ injuries and Bitty is happy to just lie here, mindlessly groping any part of Jack he can reach: he’s currently got a handful of pec, while Jack alternates between Bitty’s ass and lower back. It’s not arousing at all, just comfortable; until Jack’s wandering fingers hit a sore spot.
1957 Ticker-Tape Parade down Canyon of Heroes for Althea Gibson, Winner at Wimbleton
On July 6th, 1957 Althea Gibson became the first black tennis player to
win a Wimbledon singles title. When she arrived back in the United States, New York City honored her with a ticker-tape parade down Broadway.
Peter figured his soulmate must’ve realized he was in high school by about day thirteen. or, The one in which you and your soulmate share each other’s pain and Wade does a lot more giving than receiving.
Super sweet. Angsty of course but brilliant and endearing and blends together the AU with both characters origin canon perfectly. So happy to have found this one.
headcanon that lance can do a handstand and stay on his hands for an abnormally long amount of time and he walks around on his hands too, he likes to kick keith in the face with his feet while hand standing
”hey have you seen my-”wHAT THE FUCK LANCE”
”sorry my feet wanted to say ‘fuck you’”
hunk shrieking because hOW LONG HAS LANCE BEEN ABLE TO DO THIS WITHOUT TELLING HIM
Him and lance literally start planning a handstand routine
Pidge barely reacting, she’s used to this kind of bullshit from Matt
Shiro *walking in* “what the fuck happened to lance’s face”
coran and allura screaming
turns out hand standing competitions was a very popular and skillful sport in altean culture that was very difficult to master
coran digging out a ticker and timing how long lance can stay upright
allura and coran more shrieking
“hOLY QUIZNAK hE’S ABOUT TO BEAT KING ALFOR’S RECORD”
everyone screaming because lance doesn’t even seem to be trying
“A FEW MORE TICKS!!”
keith ‘accidentally’ pushing lance over a tick before he beats it
everyone; “KEITH WHAT THE FUCK”
pidge and hunk screaming for a handstand competition between the two of them
lance, sly smile “you really wanna do this, mullet?”
keith getting fired up “yOU KNOW IT BITCH!1!!!1!”
Shiro is just happy that his lil bro is socializing and participating for like, the first time in his life, ever
“that’s not socializing shiro.”
shiro *soft gasp* “he’s…talking”
handstand competition between lance and keith to see who can set the new altean handstand record
Yoongi’s life was amazing, he had to admit. CEO of a rising company, he
had everything : money, the love of his daughter, the love of womens.
He also had to say that his sexual life wasn’t monotone at all, he had
every card in his hands, he controled everything. But one thing that
he couldn’t control was fate, and he quickly realized that when he
understood that the new babysitter was one of his one night stands.
(will contain multiple parts.)
A/N :I live for this gif. You can leave your feedback or requests here ! Please remember that english isn’t my first language.
Captivated, fascinated, charmed, you couldn’t think of enough words to describe the mixture of feelings crashing over your body. Your body was gasping for air, trying to process everything that was happening, your soul was aching to feel his skin against yours. You hated it, you hated how he had every card in his hands, all the power dripping from his fingers. And he knew it, he knew what he was doing, he knew that the smallest brush from his fingertips on your skin would leave you breathless.
Without knowing anything about your life, he got all of your senses awake, all of you for himself. Your heart was beating, fast, you never expected anything like that from a one night stand. But here you were, gripping the soft and certainly expensive sheet with your fists. He had taken one of your sense, the tie you were gripping on earlier now firmly tied behind you head.
Pressing your thighs together, you asked yourself, what was he doing ? Was he carefully watching you, waiting for you to snap and beg for him to touch you ? Was he enjoying how vulnerable you looked on the hotel bed, your black lingerie hugging your body ? Another though formed in your mind, making you bite your lower lip, was he touching himself ?
Your mind immediatly pictured it, his black jacket on the floor, the first buttons of his white shirt open, revealing his tan skin, where all you wanted to do was leave scratch marks. You portrayed his fingers around his cock, length certainly above average, his pants barely pulled to the middle of his muscular thighs, the boy’s hand moving up and down as he watched you, his cold metal rings contrasting with his hot skin. Your mind drew a picture of his expression, his head to the side, looking at you through his fringe, his pink lips parted as he tries not to moan, pearls of precum leaking from his tip, as pink as his lips.
You licked your lips, your head slightly moving when you heard the sound of fabric, he was getting up. The air was thick, and it grew even ticker and hotter when you felt the matress under the boy’s weight, the sent of his stronge cologne took over your odora, all your nerves on the edge, trying to guess his next move.
You felt his breath ghosting over the skin of your cheek, lips parting. You were panting and he hadn’t touch you, you had to hold back a moan when you though about how hard he was probably going to make you come.
A sigh left your lips when his thumb caressed your lower lip, his hands were the second thing you noticed, his long digits decorated with a few silver rings, his eyes a dark color, promising so many things.
“Yoongi.”, you breathed, the whisper breaking the silent. It slipped out from your lips, and Yoongi tsked, his touch disappearing.
“What were the rules ?”, he asked, his voice deeper and clear, cutting the air.
Even if his tie was blocking your view, you closed your eyes, remembering what he had told you before taking away one of your sense. No talking, no touching.
“No talking.”, you whispered, gripping the sheet a bit thighter in your sweaty hands. Yoongi hummed, the matress shifted as he moved, taking something from the nightstand. From the clinking, it sounded like a glass, the sound soon stopping when he placed it on the console again. You didn’t know how long you’ve been waiting, trying to keep your hands away from your body, but it felt like the beginning of your release when you felt the tip of his nose under your jaw. Your body jolted when you felt the coldness on your skin, and you tried not to curse when you understood that he was using the ice from his champagne.
Your body focused on where he was dragging the ice cube, both his hands placed on each side of your head, his body towering you. It was pure torture, your body aching to touch his skin, your nails digging in your palms as your tried not to tangle your fingers in his dark locks.
But Yoongi was testing your limits, seeing how much you could handle, how submissive you could be, he was drinking in your image, hypnotized with how quickly the ice was melting on your skin, leaving a wet trail.
You couldn’t help it when Yoongi left the ice between your breasts, his soft lips ligtly brushing your skin, his hot breath ghosting over the cold water. Your hips bucked, your legs brushing agaisnt the fabric of his pants.
“You really want me to punish you, don’t you.”, he asked, his hands grabbing your hips to pin them on the matress, your body arched, wishing he would move his hands a bit down. You didn’t respond, not knowing if you should or not, but you soon got the answer as Yoongi grabbed your jaw, “Answer me.”
“No.”, you quickly said, hearing him hum in agreement. You whined when you felt Yoongi move, the heat of his body disappearing. Was he going to let you here, trembling for his touch ? Your eyes widen underneath the fabric blocking your eyes, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, you though.
But all those thoughs vanished when his hand fully made contact with your skin, fingertips caressing from your ankle to your knee, his hand cupping the back of it to hook it on top of his hip. His torso brushed over your chest as he lowered himself, a sigh leaving your mouth when his lips pressed under your jaw. Between your legs, you could feel his boner under the rough fabric of his pants, fighting with yourself, trying not to buck your hips against his.
Instand, you tried to focus on the little satisfactions he was giving you, condensing your attention on his lips leaving kisses down your neck. Your head moved backwards, giving him full access to your skin, which he immediatly took to his advantage, biting on the skin were your neck and shoulder met.
You hissed at the pain, but somehow, your body begged for more, your breath hitching, your chest rising and falling. His lips met the skin of your collarbone, where he started sucking, your hand flying to your mouth to contain a moan.
Your senses were so awake that you felt Yoongi smirk against your skin, placing a single kiss on the mark before leaving your skin.
“Do you want me to take it off ?”, he asked, refering to the tie. You nodded, even if you knew that he wouldn’t simply take it off without asking anything in return.
“Words.”, he harshly said.
“Yes.”, you whispered, biting your lips.
“Be a good girl and I’ll take it off.”, he hummed.
His hand cupped your cheek, your head leaning towards it. “Now tell me what you want.”, he said, his thumb tracing your lips.
“I want to suck your cock.”, you said, bluntly, but visibly, your works affected him, hearing him take a deep breath, his thumb momentarily stopping any movement.
“How can I say no to this.”, he said, regaining his act together. You licked your lips as he softly took your hand, pulling you towards him. Your legs swang out off the bed, your feet feeling the soft carpet.
“Get on your knees for me.”, he asked, still holding your hand as you did so.
“Hands behind your back.”, he instructed, and you held your hands behind your back, hearing the zipper of his jean. A sigh left his lips, he was touching himself, a groan leaving his lips when you opened your mouth.
“You’re so eager.”, he chuckled, “Look at you, ready to suck my cock. You want it, so bad.”
His fingers still wrapped around his cock, he placed his tip on your lower lip, a drop of pre-cum dripping on it. Instinctively, your closed your lips, tongue wrapping around his tip, tasting the salty pre-cum, making you moan around his cock.
Yoongi immediatly took a fistful of your hair, taking control. But in the back of your head, you knew he would at least lose a bit of control, you also knew what you were doing.
After sucking of his tip, you took a deep breath, starting to bob your head. And you were right, his length was definitely above average, wishing you could wrap your hand around what you couldn’t take.
You relaxed your jaw, focussing on Yoongi’s reaction. You couldn’t see his expression, but at least, you could hear him. It started with regular sighs, quickly transforming into heavy breaths, whines and full moans. You couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride, who knew that you could get a man like Yoongi to moan like that under your touch.
His whimpers were making your heart quicken, your panties starting to feel uncomfortable.
Yoongi bucked his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The action making you moan around his dick, the vibrations making Yoongi groan. Moans and groans filling the hotel room, he took several deep breaths before talking, “Stop.”, he said, breathless, his hand leaving your hair.
Unwillingly, you opened your mouth, catching your breath. Yoongi was also trying to catch his breath, his fingers grabbed your chin, indicating you to get up, his arm wrapped around your back, leaving a single kiss in the corner of your mouth, teasing you.
His other hand finally grabbed his black tie, taking it off of your eyes. Releaved, you blinked, your eyes immediatly finding Yoongi’s. His eyes were filled with lust, pupils dilated. His lips were parted, red from all the biting and kissing, sweat starting to form.
Yoongi leaned in, capturing your lips, and you quickly kissed back, moaning at his soft lips. He immedialty obtained dominance, his tongue exploring your mouth. Your hand grabbed the fabric of his shirt, but before your could take it off, he detached his lips from yours, eyes hooded, “Get on the bed.”
Quickly climbing on the matress, you leaned your back against the headboard, watching in awe as Yoongi took off his shirt. Button by button, exposing his smooth skin. You wished you could touch his skin, drag your nails along it, kiss every bit of his skin.
But Yoongi had something else in mind, climbing on the bed after throwing the fabric on the floor, sitting at the end of the bed. Cocking your head to the side, you looked at him with a questionning look.
“Touch yourself.”, he asked. And your breath got caught in your throat, biting your lips. Your head was spinning, all you wanted was his touch, his fingers, his tongue or his cock, anything, you needed a release, but if the only way was to touch yourself, you were too desperate to decline.
Your fingers played with the hem of your panties, the other grabbing the sheet, your clit was throbbing, but you wanted to tease Yoongi a litte, seeing that he was also about to touch himself again.
“Spread your legs.”, asked Yoongi, and you did so, shamelessly parting your legs and exposing the wet patch on your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”, gasped Yoongi.
Catching your lower lip between your teeth, you started to rub yourself through the fabric, carefully watching as Yoongi’s hand started to move up and down, his tip as red as his lips.
You couldn’t tease yourself anymore, your fingers sneaking under your panties. A moan tumbled from your lips as the tip of your digits started rubbing circle on your clit, trying to keep your eyes open. Yoongi’s movements immediatly escalated, his hand pumping up and down, his mouth dropping open, a heavy breath escaping.
“How does it feel ?”, asked Yoongi, tongue liking his lips, eyes glued on your movements.
“So good.”, you gasped, rubbing faster, a moan following your words. Spreading your wetness, you allowed two fingers to enter your heat, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.
“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are.”, breathed Yoongi, a groan coming from his lips.
“I wish it was your fingers.”, you confesed, moving your fingers faster. Sweat was starting to form on your forehead, your body burning. A smirk on Yoongi’s face appeared, as his thumb spread his pre-cum on his shaft. “Yeah ?”, he asked, “Only my fingers ?”
“Your tongue, your dick.”, you breathed, unable to form a full sentence, to focused on the pleasure you were receiving. The men moaned, his head dropping backwards.
The knot on your stomach was growing bigger and bigger, and soon, you were feeling your walls tighten around your fingers, your eyes closing.
You felt your Yoongi move in front of you, but you didn’t pay attention, too focused on reaching your release, but suddently, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping your movements.
Your eyes flew open, eyes wide, breath uneven as you stared at Yoongi, feeling the promise of your release fade away. As you were about to talk, Yoongi crashed his lips against yours, soft lips aggressively kissing you.Biting your lower lip, he pulled back, catching your eyes. His eyelids were as heavy as you, lips as swollen as you.
“Fuck, I’m going to wreck you.”, moaned Yoongi, head dropping to the crook of your neck.
Pulling your hand out of your panties,he after got rid of his pants, grabbing a condom from his wallet. You, on the other side, quickly kicked off your panties,letting your back rest on the matress, before Yoongi towered over you. His hand sneaked behind your back, swiftly taking your bra off, tossing it beside the bed.
His lip immediatly wrapped around your nipple, sucking, toying with the other with his fingers. You arched your back, your hand intertwining with his hair, a groan coming from his chest when you tugged at it.
He didn’t seem to care about the rules anymore, the act slowly crumbling down. “Yoongi.”, you moaned, catching his attention. Leaving your nipple, he hummed, before kissing down your neck.
“Please.”, you begged, closing your eyes, you were craving to get your release. By now, you knew that he would ask for words, so you took the matters in your own hands.
“Please, Yoongi, I need you.”
Truth be told, he couldn’t wait any longer either, aligning himself with your entrance after putting a condom on, he waited for your nod to push in. Both hands on each side of your head, eyes closed, he waited before starting to move his hips.
“God, you feel so good around me.”, he cursed, hips rocking back and forth. Head thrown back, you didn’t care about staying at least a bit silente, loud moans filling the room alongside Yoongi’s groans. Quickly, way too quickly, the knot in your stomach started to form again, threatening to release at any moment. But you wanted to last longer, feel his cock slid in and out of you longer, keep the feeling of his skin against yours longer, hear his moans longer.
Yoongi wasn’t going to last either, the feeling of your walls driving him to his edge, he trying to muffle his moans in the crook of your neck.
Heavy breaths right beside your ear, his thrusts were growing slower and deeper, chassing his release. Wrapping your leg around his waist, he started hitting a deeper spot each time, your mouth falling agape.
“Yoongi, I’m gonna cum.”, you warned, a loud cry tumbling from your lips.
His movements immediatly escalated, snapping his hips faster, eager to feel you come around him.
“Cum for me.”, he said through gritted teeth, and you couldn’t hold back any longer, coming around Yoongi. Your mouth fell open, eyes shut, small dots blurring your vision, and Yoongi followed soon after, his loud moan filling the room.
“Daddy !”, screamed the little girl, bouncing around the living room. Her footsteps ehoed through the silent living room, her voice louder as she ran to her father. Yoongi lazily smiled, resting his head on the couch, and he swore to himself, he would never ever party at the end of the week-end again. His muscles were still half asleep, eyelids heavy, all of his thoughs blurried with the lack of sleep.
Rubbing his eyes, he sighed before looking at his watch, the metal shinning under the cold rays of the morning sunlight.
She should be here in 5 minutes, if she wasn’t the late type of person.
The little girl climbed the couch, sitting on her father’s lap, grabbing his wrist to inspect the strange object.
He was waiting for his new babysitter, he couldn’t bring his daughter to work anymore. Sure, he was the boss and all, but he liked to keep things professional and clean, and having a crying child in his arms during an important meeting wasn’t the definition of those two words.
He wasn’t used to let his daughter alone, he knew that he was only leaving her with a babysitter for a few hours and not for days but he still felt strange. Now, he was used to dress his daughter, bring her to work, where his employees were fond of her. He was used to having her around his office, and he didn’t know if the place would be too silent for him without her.
On the other hand, the little girl didn’t care at all, she didn’t seem to be too sad about letting her father go to work without her. Maybe she was more excited to meet a new person, even if it was another adult and not someone of her age.
Finally, someone rang at the door, and Yoongi quickly got up, taking the little girl in his arms. Quickly, he reached the white door, she was just in time but he had just a few minutes before being late to work, which, again, wasn’t really important since he was the boss.
Kissing his daughter on the cheek, he opened the door, his eyes not leaving the expression of his giggling daughter. But eventually, she turned her attention to the person waiting at the door, her father following her gaze.