One of my favorite things about the k-pop fandom is that their could be a picture of an idol where their face is completely covered by a hat and face mask, and their will still be tags of exactly who it is, what day it was taken, and about how your dying because of how amazing they look
Allura: Well, I do rock a suit. Maybe I should do away with the dress and we all wear suits.
Shiro: Whatever you think is best, you rock everything.
Pidge: Pidge would never wear a full on dress… Kaity, on the other hand, would but never as short as the normal uniform. Girls gotta draw a line.. and mine is below the knee. But this does make me feel powerful.
Coran: I agree! Skirts are quite freeing! and these pumpkin panties are very comfy.
Hunk: Why do you guys keep dressing me up! I got a job in the kitchen for a reason!
Allura: Well thank you for being a good sport about this.
Lance: Why on earth are these so short.
Pidge: You never complained about them when they were on the girls.
Lance: That’s cause they got the legs for them.
Keith: So do you.
Lance: (O-O )
Keith: (<_< )
A.N. The thing I named the main picture is “got itmaid”. Can you see how tired I am?Sorry for the lack of quality in the main image, I obviously had a focus >..>
hc for the sincerely three on their one year anniversary with their s/o
• JARED WOULD BE SO ROMANTIC DONT EVEN FIGHT ME ON THIS
• HE WOULD TAKE U TO A NICE ASS RESTAURANT
• WEARING A FULL SUIT AND TIE
• AND HE WOULD PAY FOR EVERYTHING
• BECAUSE INSIDE JARED HAS SUCH A SOFT SPOT FOR U AND UR HIS PRINCESS THAT HE WOULD DO AHYTJING FOR
• i love him can u tell
• afterwards he would drive u home and kiss u on ur front door step
• Connor would be a little bit different bc he would do something special but in a totally creative way!!
• like having a picnic in the forest, climbing weird buildings, going swimming at midnight
• but one thing he would do is make u a gift
• whether that be a drawing or a poem he would make u something
• maybe he would even steal some cash from larry and buy u some earrings who knows
• the little bean
• god kill me now
• heidi would iron his favourite button down and help him get ready for ur date
• Evan would bring u to ur fave Italian restaurant and it would be so so so cute
• he would buy you something like a little plant and a beautiful necklace that was Heidi’s back in the 80’s
• he would hold your hand all through dinner and tell you everything that he loves about you
a/n: whoever is reading and isn’t confident with their body, don’t let society tell you that you should feel ugly or unwanted just because of the finite shell that holds your soul. if your heart is beautiful, then so are you, and don’t you dare let anyone tell you otherwise. do not feel obligated to change how you look because someone doesn’t like your weight or your height because in the end, it’s their loss if they missed out on the chance to be with generous, kind, brave person like you! show off your inner attributes instead of focusing on your appearance; it will make you so much happier!
Travel is such a nuisance. When you’re away from your Queen and haven’t orgasms in three weeks it’s pretty hard to resist touching her cock.
I woke up next to her this morning. My bags were packed, and my cock locked. I’m away from her for the next few days, and I really don’t trust myself.
We had amazing sex that morning (more on that in a different post), and as usual, she came hard and I remained denied. She likes having her cock at the ready.
“Pack the cage” she said, handing me the key. “You should wear it whenever you’re in your room.”
“Yes my love.” I replied.
I slipped the cage and key into my carry-on next to the panties I had packed and closed the bag.
“You know - I think you should put on the cage as soon as you clear airport security. Send me a picture when you’re done.”
We said our goodbyes, and I headed off to the airport. The security line was insanely long as usual, and as I stood there waiting, I began to wonder what the screener would think of seeing my cock cage show up on the metal detector. Would they ask me what it was? Would the confiscate it? It seemed unlikely, but it certainly added to my stress.
Next I stepped into the millimeter wave imaging machine. Would it pick up the fact I was wearing a woman’s thong?
Turns out, everything was fine - no challenges - no intimate pat-downs. I cleared security quickly and efficiently.
I next proceeded to the nearest bathroom and found myself a stall. I took out the cage and slipped it on, securing the metal pieces together and locking them with a click of the padlock. Taking my phone, I proceeded to snap a picture and send it to her.
“Good boy” she replied, and then wished me a good flight.
For good measure, I took another shot on the plane and sent it to her too. It’s not every day you get to fly locked in a cock cage.
I sit it my room now - locked. While I know that I have the key, I’m grateful for the cage. It would be impossible for me to resist playing with her property while I’m far, far away. The cage gives me a sense of security and confidence that I can resist the insane degree of horniness I’ve been experiencing the last weeks.
It wouldn’t do to cum. I’d disappoint her. Besides, I want to make sure her cock is always ready for her - instantly hard whenever she wants it. It’s her toy now.
31. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” clexa?
Niylah wasn’t the first, just the most recent. The softest and kindest to allow Clarke to share her bed without asking questions. Without pressing for answers, for information, for more. She was warm flesh and quiet, quiet surrender, and that’s all Clarke needed. Warmth. Quiet. Surrender.
But much like the others, she was little more than a moment. Just quick flashes in the dark. They were hard, fast bursts of bitterness, of loneliness, of hurt and rage and desperation. They were easy to contain and control, never building or growing. Just blind wetness that never quite managed to douse the flames.
Clarke was burning, and the last thing she wanted was another spark, another explosion. The last thing she needed was ignition.
But here she was again, standing in front of the match, still flickering. Waiting to light her anew.
Lexa’s eyes were bright in the firelight, but tame, as resolute as always. In front of her warriors, she was the definition of composure. All hard lines and sharp angles, silent strength. She was the hum of power.
Clarke wanted to hate her, wanted to roll out that hatred and twist it up again. Melt it down and sharpen it. Use it like a weapon.
But her head was a mess. Her flesh was a dirt-streaked palette of scorch marks and fingerprints. And all she could feel was the slip and slide of every desperate collision and caress, and how none had been able to wipe her clean. Put her out. Clarke could only use them in the dark, when they could be anyone she imagined. Wear any mask. She would steal away before the sun rose, because in the harsh light of morning, she knew the truth would be revealed and not a single lover would be as she imagined. None would wear Lexa’s face.
The same face looking at her now, taking everything, giving nothing.
When the guards slipped away at Lexa’s command, however, Clarke saw the flicker of change. It began in Lexa’s eyes. Slowly, they softened. The light spilled in, making them even brighter than before, and her soul flooded through green. A breath of movement in her lips. Her fingers ticked at her side as if tempted to reach out, touch, tend.
Clarke wanted to cave. She was exhausted and hurt, starving and lonely, and being clawed to pieces from the inside out. Love and hatred gnawing one another to death.
“Clarke,” Lexa said. Quiet. Not like before. It was softer, more vulnerable, and it made Clarke’s eyes burn with tears she refused to let fall. She wasn’t ready to cave, so she took a deep breath, turned, and left.
She found her way back two days later, back to Lexa. Washed clean from head to foot, she padded down the hall with her stomach curled into a knot and her heart jammed up into her throat. Lexa had been nothing but kind to her since her return. Kind and accommodating and patient, even when Clarke was violent. Even when she was cruel.
And Clarke couldn’t shake her. Every night, she closed her eyes and felt fingertips on her flesh, kisses pressed down the length of her, teeth buried in the flesh of her thighs, and she saw Lexa’s face on strange bodies. Heard Lexa’s voice on unfamiliar tongues. It was twisting her up from the inside, driving her mad.
She shot right by the guards outside Lexa’s room, ignoring their protests. She knew they wouldn’t hurt her. Lexa would have their heads if they did.
She burst through the doors and closed them behind her before anyone could follow. When she turned, she found Lexa sitting on the floor, legs crossed and brow raised. Looking up at Clarke, never startled but certainly confused.
“Clarke,” she said, as calm as ever. Slowly, she rose to her feet. Her hair hung loose over one shoulder, no braids, no ornaments. Her face was clean, helm gone. She wore only a simple pair of pants and a loose long-sleeved shirt. Like this, she appeared so ordinary. Just a beautiful girl in a quiet room, no responsibilities, no demons.
Clarke felt breathless with the sight of her.
“Are you all right?” The care in Lexa’s voice dug deep, slipping under Clarke’s exterior and planting. Taking root.
Clarke forced in a hard breath and let it out slowly. As it eased free, it took the tension with it. It took the anger. It took the fight, and Clarke finally let go. She caved.
She crossed the room in three long strides, slid her hand up Lexa’s neck, up under a wave of hair, and pulled her in. When their lips met in an eager press, Lexa’s calm resolve crumbled. She shuddered under Clarke’s touch. A croak of a sound jumped up her throat. Her hands gripped Clarke’s arms like a lifeline, and when she pulled away, just an inch, Clarke opened her eyes and saw tears building in the gentle forest she’d fallen in love with.
“What is this?” Lexa whispered, and Clarke felt her lips tug up with a smile. After such pain for so long, that smile felt like salvation.
“Whatever we want it to be,” she said, and Lexa’s own lips quirked. Just a flicker. Just a blip of joy. She had never learned to embrace much more than that.
Her hands slid up Clarke’s arms and over her shoulders, cupped her cheeks. “Are you sure this is what you what, Clarke?”
Clarke nodded, rested her forehead against Lexa’s. She tilted up just enough to brush their lips together again and then let out a sigh. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”
She kissed her again, full and deep this time. Without breath or reserve. She dove, took what she wanted, gave everything in return, and Lexa did the same. They lingered on one another, on the chapped skin of eager lips and the sweaty tips of trembling fingers.
When they exhausted themselves, Clarke lay flesh to flesh beside Lexa and stared up at the ceiling. Her stomach settled. Her heart calmed, and she felt at ease, at peace, for the first time since her feet touched the ground.
And when Lexa rolled on her side, narrowed her eyes into calculating fire intent on destruction, and said, “Clarke, who are these strangers you spoke of?” Clarke let out what felt like the first wild laugh of a lifetime.
Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Small Injuries, Violence(?), Cursing (?)
Summary: You help Bucky through a nightmare, but get injured in the process. But breakfast fixes everything.
Author’s Note: Just some cute Bucky stuff. The title is kind of weird, but it’s the best I could come up with when I was writing this at midnight.
Shout out to the ever-fantastic @the-witching-hours12-3 for being a great friend and always being down to read/edit my stuff before I post it here! I am so glad to be able to be her beta reader! Please go check out her stuff! The epilogue for Best of Friends ( Part 1 / Part 2 ) is going to hit all of the feels and I’m ready.
If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
It was 3AM when you shot up, wide awake to screaming coming from the room across the hall from yours. The team had just gotten back from a mission at around 9PM, so everyone should be asleep. It only took a couple of seconds for you to establish that it was Bucky having a nightmare. He had been getting better, but he would still have them once or twice a week. Sometimes Steve helped him, but you and Bucky had grown close very quickly, so you had been helping him with his nightmares lately.
You knocked on his door first to see if that would wake him up.
“Bucky? I’m comin’ in.” No response other than continued screams and pants.
When you walked in, it was like every other nightmare you’d helped with; Bucky was laying there with a layer of sweat over him as he either gripped either his blanket, or pillow, or both. You pulled out a fresh pair of sweatpants and a tank top from his drawers and put them on the bed before you sat down. You knew he was too deep in his nightmare to be gentle, so you got a good grip on his shoulders and shook him.
You tried speaking at a normal volume, “Bucky! C’mon, wake up! You are safe! It’s just a nightmare!”
Apparently that was enough because his eyes shot open. Only they weren’t Bucky’s eyes; they were full of fear, and instinctive defense. Within seconds of opening his eyes, he was able to grab a hold of your wrist with his metal arm, and the top of your arm with his other hand. His grip was insanely tight and slowly getting tighter. You had to act fast or your wrist and arm would be broken.
“James Buchanan Barnes! You are safe! You are not the Winter Soldier. Now let me go!”
You knew that that would get him to snap back. You saw the nightmare fade from his eyes, only to be replaced with the fear that he had hurt you. He let go and sat up, with his head in his hands. His breathing was still labored but he was starting to really come back. You inspected your arms really quickly; your wrist hurt like a bitch, but it wasn’t broken. It was most likely sprained though. And your upper arm was fine, it was just going to bruise for a few days.
Once you finished assessing yourself, you moved and sat next to Bucky. Putting a hand on his back and slowly drawing circles with your fingers.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to–” You shushed him to cut him off.
“Don’t apologize. I know you were just reacting to whatever nightmare you were in. This isn’t the first or last time I’m gonna help you. You’re stuck with me, James.” You smiled a kind smile, trying to make him feel a bit better. You both sat there for a few minutes until his breathing smoothed out, then you handed him the clean clothes you pulled out earlier. He took them and went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on himself and change.
When he came back into his bedroom, you were laying in his bed. You patted the space next to you; you knew that being close to you helped him calm down. He graciously took it. He wrapped his arms around your middle and rested his head there too. The two of you had fallen asleep this way multiple times.Honestly, it helped both of you sleep better.
“I’m sorry again, (Y/N). It’s usually not that bad.” His voice was just a bit above a whisper, sleepiness already creeping on him. You just placed your right hand on his head and shushed him. You tried to lightly play with his hair, but your wrist hurt to move too much. So you hoped the pressure and warmth of your hand on his head helped him sleep.
“It’s fine, sweetpea. Just get some sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.” He quickly fell back to sleep, you weren’t too far behind him.
You woke up before Bucky, the clock on his bedside table read 7AM. You’d only had a few hours of sleep, but you knew you couldn’t fall back to sleep. You decided to sneak out, back to your room and get try to get dressed.
Once you got to your room, you discovered that picking up anything with your right hand was a no go. Your wrist was definitely sprained. You somehow got one of Bucky’s sweatshirts on over your tank top. He gave you one of his cause he knew it helped calm you down sometimes.
“Hey Friday? Is Bruce or Tony up?” You called out to the AI system.
“Good morning, Miss (Y/L/N). Both Dr. Banner and Mr.Stark are in the lab. Should I alert them of your incoming arrival?”
“Yes please. Tell them my wrist is messed up and I need Banner to take a look at it.”
“Of course, Miss. They will be alerted immediately.”
You knew it wasn’t broken, but might as well double check. Plus you liked visiting the science dorks.
After X Rays and talk, they confirmed your thoughts and told you that your wrist was sprained. Bruce gave you a brace for your wrist and told you to take some painkillers if needed. They went back to work, but you kept your tradition.
Your tradition being, the morning after the team came home from a big mission, you would make french toast and various breakfast sides for everyone. It was something you looked forward to doing.
Since most of the team were still sleeping, you quietly put on some music and thought it would be safe to take off the sweatshirt you were wearing. Getting everything you needed out of the cabinets, you began to hum along to your music while you cooked. You had gotten so into your music and french toast, that you didn’t notice Bucky standing in the archway that opened into the kitchen.
He couldn’t help but watch you; he knew you were more introverted than the rest of the team, but you loved to do things like this to show that you loved everyone. He just hoped you loved him the same way he loved you.
Bucky was admiring your physical appearance as he was thinking about everything he loved about you. You were in a looser fitting tank top and a pair of your favorite leggings. But then he saw your arms. Your right wrist was in a brace and your left bicep had big bruises covering it. He instantly worried, thinking you got hurt on the mission and didn’t tell anyone. He clears his throat and you kind of jump in surprise.
“Bucky! I didn’t think you would be up for another hour or so!” You notice him staring at your arms, you start to reach for the hoodie on the chair nearby, but Bucky steps in between you and the chair.
“What happened?! Who did this?” Bucky was honestly worried about you.
“It’s fine. I’m fine. I just… I was stupid and messed up during my workout this morning.” You tried to play it off and continue cooking, but then Bucky put a hand on your upper arm that wasn’t bruised.
“That’s bullshit. Don’t lie to me, (Y/N/N). You never mess up that much during training.” He then looked at his hand on your arm. It was gently placed there, no pressure on it or anything. But it was enough to make him realize something.
It was him. He hurt you.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I did that didn’t I?” You didn’t respond, but when he asked again, you nodded.
“Yes. But it was an accident and I’m not mad at you in any way. I promise.” He looked at you like a sad puppy before you continued, “You wanna kiss it and make it better, or do you wanna help with breakfast?”
He just took your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist over the brace, then headed to the fridge and got some fruit to cut up. You stood behind him for a second and hugged him from behind. He stood there stunned for a moment before cautiously putting his hands on your arms, being careful so he wouldn’t hurt you anymore.
“You are a good person, James. You know I care too much about you to let anything like this get in the way. And you also know that I am serious because I’m using your actual name.” You both chuckle a bit a that before going back to breakfast.
You had a lot of french toast to make, so Bucky took care of everything else. He finished cutting the fruit, set the table, and cooked various breakfast meats. You took the last pieces of toast off of the pans and then turned to Bucky, who was sitting at the counter near you, watching you in case you needed help. You walked over to him and before you could even get a word out, Bucky begins apologizing again.
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry. I didn’t think I would do something like that to you. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you and I messed up. You don’t have to help me anymore. You don’t even have to talk to me anymore. I–”
You couldn’t take this anymore. You just took his face in your good hand and kissed him. He was taken aback for a second but then kissed back. He wrapped his hands around your middle as if you were made of glass and he was scared you were going to shatter at his touch. After a few seconds of long awaited kisses, you pulled away so you could speak.
“I am not letting you out of my life anytime soon. If you haven’t guessed by now, I kind of love you. I have for awhile and now I’m officially saying it. I love you, and you don’t need to apologize for anything like this because I choose to go through this. I choose you. All of you. The good, the bad, and everything beyond and between. I have been through broken bones and bruises from so many missions and stupid dares in my past. This is nothing. And I see it as a good sign. A badge of honor, even. I was able to help you. I know that that isn’t something that everyone can do. So it’s an achievement. I would gladly do it over and over again, because I love you.”
Bucky’s eyes were starting to get a bit glassy from tears. He just looked at you with love showing everywhere. He brought one of his hands to the back of your neck, but it was very gentle.
“You know I’m not made of paper, right? You don’t have to be so careful.” He kind of laughed embarrassed before adding a bit more pressure and pulling you down into another kiss, both of you smiling into the kiss. He is the one to pull away this time.
“I love you too. So much.”
“Wow. Two achievements in one day. Not sure how this could get any better.” You said sort of jokingly. Bucky moved his hands back to your waist and pulled you a bit closer to him.
“I think I know something that could make this better.” He teased with a sort of cutesy smile on his face.
“And what are you thinking about, Sarge?” You knew he loved it when you used that nickname for him. It made him feel a bit more confident.
“Well, I was wondering if you would be my girl?” He actually seemed a bit nervous when asking that. You sat sideways in his lap and put your good hand on his shoulder to keep you steady, although his hands around you were sure to do that.
“There’s nothing that would make me happier, James.” You both smiled before leaning in for a short kiss. “Consider that three achievements within the past 24 hours!” Bucky laughs at your comment.
“You’re such a dork, doll.”
“Yeah, well you’re really stuck with me now.” You smiled.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.” You leaned down and kissed him some more.
You could get very used to this. It wasn’t until you both heard someone clearing their throat that you broke the kiss. You turn around to see Steve standing off to the side with a smirk on his face.
“It’s about time,” he joked before starting to take the two plates of french toast that you had made to the table.
“Shut up, Stevie,” you call out playfully.
You kiss Bucky’s cheek before he helps you up. You grab the bowl of fruit with your good hand while Bucky takes the breakfast meat plates to the table. Soon everyone files in and eats. While you were eating, Bucky had a protective but comfortable hand on your thigh.
the air was cold, very cold, but the warmth that seemed to radiate like magic, curling and swirling in bright colors, from magnus’ hand was all alec needed so that he wouldn’t get chilly. they stood in silence, looking out at tokyo from where they were staying at the palace hotel, listening to cars honk noisily below and watching the twinkling, winking buildings scattered around the beautiful and famous city.
magnus looked beautiful. he always did and alec truly believed that the word ‘beautiful’ wasn’t even enough to describe the high warlock of brooklyn. he remembered one time listing off all the adjectives in his head: pretty, gorgeous, handsome, ethereal, radiant, sexy, breathtaking, but none of them fit. or rather, he was all of those things; just picking one from the many that alec came up with would not do him justice.
Do you have any personal seungchuchu headcanons??? I love your art btw!
I just came up with a few:
- Phichit is very affectionate. He would initiate everything until he wears out Seung Gil’s “Phichit tolerance metre”.
- Seung Gil’s paleness sometimes makes Phichit worry if he’s sick. He’s just pale, however.
- Seung Gil notices Phichit gets more tanned during the summer.
- Phichit dies every time when he realizes that he just missed a chance to catch the moment Seung Gil made an expression other than bitch face.
- Phichit secretly wants to run his fingers through Seung Gil’s hair, especially when it’s messy.
- Seung Gil likes sodium (chloride).
- Seung Gil is made of rice.
- Seung Gil also can’t leave home for more than two days without missing chopsticks.
- Phichit ends up talking 95.758% of the time when they’re together.
- Phichit struggles to refrain from wanting to hug the Korean for eternity.
- Phichit may have wondered what he would do if he were to be taller than Seung Gil.
- Seung Gil sleepwalks.
- As much as Seung Gil loves trigonometry, he wants to study cinema and movie composition.
- Seung Gil makes bad puns. They horrify Phichit.
- Phichit could record all of Seung Gil’s bad puns and make a fortune out of it.
- To everyone’s surprise, Phichit is much more modest about his relationship than what others anticipated.
- Seung Gil cried easily as a child.
- Seung Gil speaking Korean had to be the sexiest thing in the world, Phichit thought.
- Phichit would stare at Seung Gil’s hands. Then he would hold them. Not awkward at all.
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Jin: He would come home to you cleaning in just a plain shirt and would be astonished that he could see through your shirt, however he would be slightly turned on. He’d run over to you and bring you in for a kiss as he drapes his jacket around you.
Suga: When he came to see you are your apartment, you would be wearing a strapless dress that he asked you to wear. He would see you had nothing underneath and pick you up and carry you to the bedroom where he would give you exercise all day long.
J-Hope: When he came home and saw you washing the dishes in your white shirt he would call out to you causing you to spill water all over you. He would give you a smirk and lay you down on the table where he could get a better view of your shirt.
Rap Monster: You would visit him in the recording studio, wearing a tight shirt that shows everything. When he didn’t notice you, you would walk around showing yourself off until he would set you up on the recording board earning all his attention.
Jimin: He would be shy when he came home to your shared apartment. He would notice you going around and doing housework. He would notice you weren’t wearing anything underneath and pull you in close to his lap so he could see you a lot better.
Tae: Unlike the other guys, the minute he saw that you had nothing underneath, he would corner you to the wall where he would pick you up and take off your shirt telling you that you must want him to see since you weren’t wearing anything underneath.
Kookie: He would also be shy about wanting to tell you that he noticed. He would notice that you had nothing on once he saw you exercising. He would pull you into his room and tell you that he knows and start to kiss your neck.
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