a lot of touching is going on between these two

anonymous asked:

what happens after they both figure it out??? do they pine they definitely pine but??? more hcs please? i love you

i love you too dear anon this is for you

  • i’m not sure entirely how it would first go, but i imagine they’re laying around and keith is really intensely playing with lance’s fingers (like really intensely he looks like he’s trying to x-ray vision them u ok there buddy?) 
    • and lance is just watching him and it hits him full force his heart literally starts aching and he just pulls his hand away 
    • keith is confused for a second and kind of like :’( until lance cradles his jaw and says in a slightly trembling voice “can i kiss you right now?” 
    • the answer is yes 
  • they try to hide it for a while because they’re afraid it might mess up the team dynamic 
    • except they try hiding it by not touching each other as much,, which is when they realize how much they were touching each other and they’re both like “how did we even go this long without realizing?” 
    • shiro eventually asks if something is wrong between them because he notices they’re standing apart a lot (on a separate note have you noticed how often these two are standing next to each other in canon it’s like they’re drawn to each other i’m fjdsal;k)  
    • keith, smooth as ever, just blurts out “I KISSED HIM” 
    • shiro is a little surprised but he just smiles softly and is like “that’s great, keith. i already thought you had, though?”
    • keith: did EVERYONE know except us???  
  • they’re teenagers you know,, so they’re always all over each other
    • keith’s hair is literally always a mess
    • sometimes it’s braided but it half falls apart because lance can’t stop running his hands through his hair when they’re kissing
    • keith, mumbling into lance’s mouth: you’re ruining your work 
    • lance: worth it 
    • someone knocks on the door once and they scramble to put their shirts on and open it like “hey, nothing interesting happening here!” except,, they’re wearing the wrong shirts,, a mess 
    • or,, hunk, peering at keith’s neck very closely: dude, what are those purple marks? are you ok? they look like bruises? 
    • keith, flustered and tugging at his collar: NOTHING IT S NOTHING just my… galra genes!!! yeah!! my galra-ness kicking in!! you know how it is!! 
  • lance unabashedly flirting over the coms
  • they’re literally so sappy and cheesy all the time. they’re that couple that has an entire conversation using eye contact and forgets to explain what’s going on to the rest of the team  
  • lance pretty much moves in keith’s bedroom. keith pretty much steals all his shirts and doesn’t have to feel guilty about it anymore (he had like 5 already and when lance finds them he won’t leave him alone about it) 
  • thank youu 

Being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister and dating Isaac would include..

Originally posted by dunbarfeels

requested by: @maximoff-pan

  • The relationship was first a secret.
  • When Stiles found out though….ooh he wasn’t happy.
  • “I’m gonna fight him.”
  • “Stiles he is a werewolf…you think you can beat up a werewolf? Also he ismy boyfriend so please refrain from going WWE smackdown on him.”
  • He says hes cool with the relationship, but he still kind of want’s to punch Lahey every time he sees you two kiss.
  • You and Isaac would sneak little kisses when you passed each other in the hallway in school.
  • He will shyly hold your hand when he is nervous.
  • Always has his arm around your waist or shoulders when you two sit next to each other.
  • Loves it when you touch his hair.
  • Stiles sits between you and Isaac during pack meetings ‘accidentally’.
  • When Scott and Stiles see you and Isaac giggling by your lockers Stiles asks Scott to use his werewolf hearing so he can eavesdrop.
  • Scott doesn’t do it.
  • Isaac spends a lot of time at your house.
  • Stiles tells you to keep your bedroom door open when Isaac is there.
  • “No funny business.”
  • “Go away Stiles!”
  • Isaac sneaks into your house at night when he has a nightmare.
  • Lot’s of cuddles.
  • Cuddles in your bed.
  • Cuddles in the living room couch.
  • Cuddles in the car.
  • Cuddles in front of grossed out Stiles.
  • Basically all the damn time.
  • “I think i die a little in the inside every time you two act all cute.”
  • “Aww, Stiles you think we are a cute couple.”
  • Isaac will hug, kiss, cuddle….basically touch you purposely sometimes when Stiles is around just to annoy him.
  • Stiles would never admit it, but he thinks you and Isaac are good for each other.
  • He would rather have you date Isaac than Liam.
  • Isaac protects you from any harm when danger is coming.
  • Isaac being a shy little puppy when he meets your dad for dinner.
  • Stiles just sits at the table enjoying the view of Isaac nervously answering Mr Stilinski’s questions.
  • Although Isaac is a shy little bean he can go from cute to a flirty hot jerk in 0.2 seconds.
  • “You want to just watch movies and cuddle in pj’s…or do you wanna take the pj’s off and do something else.” *wink wink nudge nudge*

this is all I could think of. I hope its good

Don’t make Daddy jealous

I’m going to hell because of this…and I need to bath in holy water

Reader x Christian Yu

Type: smut

Warnings: swearing, rough play, daddy kink

Words count: 2966

Summary: You had to go to your bff bday party instead of spending time with your boyfriend, but the night won’t be as boring as you thought when you’re noticing Christian stalking you in the distance [cannot believe that his pic is totally fitting into this story]

- Christian I can’t go today I told you I have to go to Silvia’s birthday party, I promised her last week.

- Ahh I cannot believe this, finally I’m free a bit but I can’t see you, I really miss you baby girl… - he was whining in the phone and it seems he was grumpy too.

- I promise I will call you after I get back home, okay? I miss you too Christian so so much but I can’t skip this party.

- Okay, you promised me, don’t forget what you said! There will be guys too? – yes, he was definitely whining.

- Of course there will be, we’re going to a club, so …

- Jesus…to where? Fuck… don’t you dare to flirt with someone or let some fucktards to dance with you or or anything… ha?!

- Christian please chill a bit, it’s a lil’ party nothing serious and why would I flirt or dance with another guy when I’ve a smokin’ hot boyfriend?

- Smokin’ hot? Aye babe… he’s definitely lucky for having such a great girl like you!

- Honey I gotta go, I’ll call you when the party is over!

- Take care of yourself or I’m gonna kick your sexy butt!

- You idjit, I will, I love you!

To be honest the last thing you wanted to do is to go to a party, getting drunk and whoosh dumbass guys away, but it was your best friend’s party and you had no other choice. The club was pretty fancy and the VIP section was all your crew’s for tonight. Your bestie was mega-happy and already drunk after half an hour. Not to be a partypooper you also cheered for yourself in your mind and you went to get some drinks. After four gintonics you definitely started to feel the party. However your phone started to buzz and you saw the worried texts from Christian. Trying not to mess up you txted back that you’re fine and stop worrying about you. But it turned out you misspelled your sentences and of course Christian noticed that you’re drunk.

- Y/N, put the fuck down that phone you bitch and come dance with me – Silvia, your bestie yelled at you and rushed you to the dance floor.

After an exhausting hour you two were still dancing and felt like there’s no tomorrow. Especially when you started to dance on the table and singing like true party-queens. Your hair was a mess, your tight black mini-dress was way too up as it should be and also your black lace bra showing a little. Then there was the moment when you noticed Christian in a dark corner with his friends and with a glass of whiskey in his hands. You got caught, you fuckin’ got caught…

- Silv, Christian is here, and I think he’s gonna kill me, don’t look there but he’s sitting in the corner with a couple of his friends and he saw me – you yelled into your friend’s ear.

- Goddammit honey, then we should put on a more heated show than before, you should play with him and I guarantee your night will be hotter than this party – she shouted back to you.

- Are you crazy?! He’s gonna kill me, you can’t imagine how pissed off he will be…

- That’s more fun, trust me and show him that you are the sexiest hoe in this club, shake that booty honey!!!

So you decided to play. You got off of the table and poured another shot. And went to a more crowded area, but you still saw Christian in this distance. From this point the game finally began. There were two guys who were watching you all night with hungry eyes and when you smiled at them they got closer in an instant. They looked really good and they weren’t bad dancers. Now all you had to do was wait to Christian noticing this whole mess. But you knew he was watching you from the start and had to control himself. The bad thing is that you wanted him to lose control and make a move. So you let the two hottie to get closer than should be. When one of them put his hands on your waist and the other was definitely wanted to kiss you here and there, you caught Christian’s death glare and saw him rushing towards you in the crowd.

- You think it’s funny? What the fuck are you doing? Are you playing a game? You two get the fuck outta here until I beat your asses – he was way too mad, but also way too sexy.

He grabbed your wrist and walked you out from the club. When you stared back you saw Silvia sending thumbs-up in the air.

- This silly idiot… tomorrow I have to tell her everything… - you giggled.

While you were waiting for the taxi, you tried to save your ass a bit.

- Christian, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you mad, I drank too much and wasn’t in the right mind.

He turned his head, still grabbing your wrist strong, and whispered in you ear:

- You did this on purpose baby girl, both of us know this and pray for God to be gracious with you from now on, coz when we finally get home I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up.

You got chills. And your whole body got goosebumps too. Plus you felt that guilty pleasure climbing up in your core.

- Christian this is bullshit I didn’t…

- Shut up, just shut up baby girl don’t make the things worse, no fuckin’ words until we get home!

So you didn’t say anything until you two got home…

The stairway was dark and quiet, you barely see anything but somehow you managed to get into your apartment. The second part of the game started.

- Christian are you still mad? Please don’t misunderstand this whole situation I was just… partying, those guys didn’t mean anything to me, I didn’t even know them… - you started innocently when he pushed you to the wall, grabbed your wrists and put them above your head.

- Oh stop talking nonsense Y/N, and better stop with this fairytale story too, now you should start thinking how you gonna redeem this mess… - his gaze was no joke that lustfilled eyes didn’t guarantee mercy and he was close. Too close to you, pushing to the wall with all of his weight. And he smelt so good. His fragrance always killed you and you could differentiate this smell from thousands of other parfums. It was his, only his. You decided to play another card.

- Please don’t be mad at me, I will do anything daddy… - you bited your lips and looked into his eyes.

- You lil’ shit… - he kissed you roughly, grabbing your hair with one hand while with the another he was still holding your wrists firmly.

- Daddy is fuckin’ so pissed right now baby, you teased me a lot… - his mouth was all over on you, started from your neck, down to your collarbones and now between your breasts. He let go your wrists, squeezing your butt with both of his hands. You can’t help but let out a moan.

- Christian, please… I want you so badly.

- Oh really? Those two can’t fuck you that good like me, ha? – he didn’t wait for your response when he kissed you again and pulled down the zip on your dress. You were also in a rush unbuttoning his shirt, touching his bare chest, his tattoos, his arms down to his abs until you found his belt and unbuckled it. After that you unbuttoned his pants too, letting it fall while he took off your bra and your panties, a nipple went straight into his mouth, sucking it passionately and caresses the other with his hand, drawing circles and pulling it until both of them were hard. You were a moaning mess, your fingers were digging in his hair wanting more and more.

- Daaad enough, please it’s too much, I can’t… I can’t… - you whined.

- Enough?! Oh honey look, we’re still in the hall, and I didn’t even touch you there yet… hands up like before! – he ordered and you put up your arms. He grabbed your wrists again with one hand, and the another started to wondering between your thights. He kissed you again, biting and sucking on your bottom lip, his tongue twirling everywhere until you moaned into his mouth.

- Baby girl, you’re so wet for me, you’re dripping – he said it teasingly while his fingers went up and down on your folds at a really slow pace. His eyes never lost contact with yours and seeing his wanting-gaze turned you on more.

- Tell me how much you want me baby girl, tell daddy how much you want his cock inside your dripping pussy – his voice was deep and raspy, and his fingers started to move faster and faster on your clit.

- Fuck Christian… I want you, please… I want you inside me, please daddy fuck me I’ll be a good girl just fuck me for the fuck’s sake… - you were in daze, your whole body was about to explode.

- Mmm… my baby you want me this badly? Well, I told you I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up… - he inserted a finger into you, and you just moaned into his neck grabbing his hair.

- Ah Y/N you’re so fuckin’ wet – he pumped his finger in and out at a slow pace, adding another digit and catching up a quick speed.

- Maybe I should taste why are you this wet? Am I this good babe? Tell me… - he purred into your ear sending chills down your body.

- Christian please… I can’t take this anymore, it feels good, it feels sooo good – you mewled.

- Oh no no, the morning is still a bit far away darlin’ you have to bare with me a little more – he smirked at you, letting go of your hands and kneeled down in front of you closing his mouth on your wetness. He was licking your folds up and down, finding your clit and sucking on it while his fingers were pumping in and out. He was always eating you out like a dessert, enjoying it so much.

- Daaad I really can’t take it anymore I’m gonna cum… - you arched your back and moaning loudly.

- Then cum for me babe, moan for me until the neighbors will come over.

This pushed you over the edge, your orgasm washed everything away, you screamed out his name, cursing out loud, while he was still fingering you and licking your pussy until your last pleasure wave ended.

- That’s my baby girl – he kissed you with his plumped lips letting you taste yourself. You hooked your legs around his hips and he took you in the bedroom and dropped you on the bed. You sat up immediately, watching him taking off his boxers. He was so hard and sexy as fuck, you gulped and licked your lips while he started to jerk himself up more, his fingers running slowly on his length, looking deeply into your eyes. Without any words he moved closer to you, touching your lips with his throbbing cock. You wanted to suck him badly, you were literally drooling.

- Aye, babe you want me this much? – he let his tip into your mouth. You started to lick him, twirling your tongue around him, earning a hiss.

- Christian, please I want you in my mouth… don’t do this to me – you begged him with no shame.

- Mm you were so so bad to me today babe, what should I do with you, ha? – he kissed you with passion, gathering your hair into a ponytail. And he put his cock in your mouth. He started to roll his hips, moving his member in and out while his hand was holding your hair. He tasted so good, your mouth was full with him. You had no control in your movements he was harsh, fucking your mouth mercilessly almost choking on him but you didn’t mind, you were still burning for him, your pussy aching for some skinship. Also his deep moans turned you on more, seeing his wavering abs, his sweaty chest and arms made your womanhood even more wet.

- Fuck, baby girl you’re so good, but I can’t take this anymore – he clenched his teeth, moving out quickly, really close to cum but he didn’t… he was testing his limits.

- Turn around honey, turn around for daddy – he said, and you did as he told.

His cock was eager to find your entrance, pushing it deeply into your core, stretching you out and fill you completely.

- Shit, babe you’re so tight and wet for me, you feel so good – he was pounding into you roughly, one hand on your waist and one hand pulling your hair. You can’t help but moan with all your heart, shouting out his name over and over.

- Fuck Y/N, if you continue this loud mess I can’t hold myself back for too long – but you also couldn’t hold back yourself, his thrusts were getting deeper and deeper bringing your next orgasm close. You arched your back, grabbing his thights, while he was covering your mouth and started to rub your clit.

- Ah babe I’m so close, fuck I can’t hold back, you’re so wet, I wanna cum all over on your tits baby girl – his husky voice filled your ear pushing towards your edge, when he took out himself, turned you around and came on your breasts. He spreaded his cum with his cock on your nipples, putting his thumb into your mouth and you sucked it while watched his rosy and sweaty face.

- I’m sorry baby, I didn’t plan this way, maybe I need some fuel to refill my energy – he went to your drawer getting some wet tissues.

- You know Y/N, you look utterly sexy like this – he was wiping up the mess, after that he kissed you softly, carressing your hair.

- But my girl didn’t get everything before because of me, come on princess spread those legs for daddy – he went down on you but he was much more softer and sensual this time.

You put your feet on his shoulders, spreading your legs allowing him to eat you out again. He loved licking your pussy in every way possible, your moans fuelled him as his tongue got faster on your clit.

- Cum for me honey, I wanna hear you scream – you didn’t know how you always managed to cum to his order but with Christian everything was possible. He held your waist in place, still sucking on your wetness until you ride out your high.

- Good girl, but I’m afraid I can’t let you sleep yet – you looked down and it seemed he refilled that energy somewhere already.

He moved you to the center of the bed, laying you down and hovering over you. He kissed your lips, and slipped into you slowly. You bit your lips from the overpowering sensation, your womanhood was totally destroyed by him. However you loved the feeling when you were full with him, feeling every inch of him inside of you.

He looked into your eyes with love, quiet moans coming from his mouth. His forehead was on yours, when you kissed him and dig in his hair. He was moving at a stable pace, adding deep thrusts frequently. You were so in love with this sensual Christian, the only goal of his was to please you no matter what. He started to massage your clit, giving sloppy kisses on your neck and you felt you’re getting closer and closer again. You were holding onto his shoulders tight, your nails digging into his skin probably causing bruises because of the overhelming stimulation. He quickened his movements to catch up with you.

- Christian, I’m… I’m coming… oh God you feel so good…, fuck Christian… - you tightened your walls around him, pushing him over the edge, while you also felt your pulsating orgasm giving you nothing but trembling thighs and body. You screamed out his name, your hand clenched with his until he collapsed on you breathing heavily and pulled himself out of you. You kissed his head, carressing his back and he tried to catch his breath rolling to the side.

- Y/N this was so fuckin’ good, I love you baby girl.

- I love you too Christian. But to be honest you destroyed my pussy, so no woohoo at least for a week.

- Are you serious?! – he popped up from the bed quickly and looked at you with puppy eyes.

- You bastard I only mean sex to you, ha?! – you kicked towards him jokingly.

- Slow down, lil’ girl I’m gonna hug you to death and cuddle you until you fall asleep, but before lemme close the curtains it’s already too bright outside – he raised his eyebrow and winked at you.

With your last drop of energy you threw a pillow towards him.

There are a lot of indicators of just how healthy/happy a relationship is, but in my opinion, one of the most telling is the body language between a couple. This form of nonverbal communication, that includes facial expressions, body movements, eye contact, hand gestures, touch and space, speaks volumes about the state of any given relationship- how content the couple is, how well they communicate, how well they handle conflict and resolution…

Can you guess where this is going? 

Let’s compare two separate relationships from Avatar: The Last Airbender - one that displays unhealthy body language by both parties and tells of an unhappy pairing and one that displays healthy body language by both parties and shows potential for happy relationship. 

First up, Zuko and Mai, sharing an emotional conversation… or rather, attempting to share. (I’ll be including verbal communication here just for some context and reference of the body movements).

After supposedly being shut out of his father’s war meeting, Zuko is upset and spends the evening with Mai, who tries to console him: 

Mai: Zuko, it’s just a dumb meeting. Who cares?
Zuko: I don’t.

Disregarding her words for a moment, look at what his face is saying in the first image. He won’t look at her. He’s staring off into the distance with furrowed brow and a set jaw. He has literally built up a wall between himself and her. This shows that he has stopped listening entirely, he’s done emotionally and he’s already trying to plan an escape from the dialogue. 

But Mai doesn’t pick up on this cue, and she continues to throw out reasons why he shouldn’t be sad: 

Mai: Well, good. You shouldn’t. I mean, why would you even want to go? Just think about how things went at the last meeting you went to.
Zuko: [Sighs.] I know.
Mai: You know what will make you feel better? Ordering some servants around. I might be hungry for a whole tray of fruit tarts. And maybe a little palanquin ride around town. Double time. 

Ugh. So much ugh. Using a painful experience from someone’s past does at all help coax the “sad” out of them. In fact, the comment only seems to make things worse. 

The sigh, first of all, displays resignation. He doesn’t want to talk anymore, at least not with her and certainly not about the scar on his face when the conversation centers on a war meeting. He still refuses to look up, wearing a glazed expression, and Mai literally has to pull his face up to hers. 

Then she offers him his escape- distractions. 

But he hardly even reacts to that. This is perhaps the most dangerous sign: no sign at all. He’s showing disinterest. He’s disengaged from her and whatever she’s saying - and the issue they are really fighting about (his regret/resentment for himself & the Fire Nation) will likely never be resolved.

Oooh shocker… when they are shown together the next morning, Zuko’s emotional disconnect seems to be even worse. Again, we see the glazed expression, the refusal to look at her, and now, his entire body is pulled away from her. He’s probably still reeling from that comment about his last war meeting, Mai. Good one. 

And you might be sitting there, screaming at your screen, ‘Well, Zuko and Katara fight too! Doesn’t that make them unhealthy?” 

Funny you should ask, because I’m actually prepared to show you how well the couple communicates with each other, how they handle a fight, and beyond an angry situation, how they handle their emotions.

Ah… the Crystal Catacombs… The first moment of real interaction between Zuko and Katara. We start with Katara raving at Zuko about his inherent “evil-ness” just because of his parentage and his element. She also goes so far as to tell him that he’s the face of the enemy, directly tying his scar to her hatred.

Yes… Zuko did have his back to her during this conversation, which one may argue is a sign of disengagement, but I would argue that it’s not. Or, at the very least, his resulting interest in and apology at the mention of her mother shows a re-engagement.  

Zuko turns around to face her - his shoulders are relaxed, his face is calm, his stance is trusting. All these signals are reflected by Katara and they end up having an open, honest conversation despite only knowing each other for five minutes. 

More telling, is the end result of the relented emotions. After Zuko and Katara are free to open up - Zuko, about his scar and his journey, and Katara, about her mother - they come together. They are quiet. They are listening. They are trusting each other. 

In fact, Zuko closes his eyes in the face of his sworn enemy, a girl he knows can sit his ass down faster than he can say honor, and lets her touch him. And Katara reaches out to him, within seconds of using her spirit water on him, a boy she knows would likely stop at nothing to hurt her and her friends just to redeem himself. It’s beautiful. It’s pure. It shows something that could easily be a redemptive, whole-hearted, wholly-open relationship. But Brkye doesn’t think functional is funzies.

Originally posted by thearmada4231

Taking emotional situations a step further, let’s dig into how these pairings actually fight. For the first example, we have Mai and Zuko in the Boiling Rock. Mai is upset -some might she’s justified, but she’s mostly not- because Zuko left and informed her through a letter.

Well… the fact that he couldn’t face her only confirms my point that he is emotional closed off from her. If their relationship was a healthy, open one, Zuko would’ve had no issue informing Mai of his decision in person. Instead, he chooses a nonverbal form - a letter and a disappearance. 

Furthermore, Mai is literally looking down her nose at Zuko, her partner, her boyfriend, some she loves doesn’t hate, and sending the signal that he is inferior. She’s rolling her eyes, blowing off his answers, throwing things at him. Her signals actually say, “I’m not going to listen to what you have to say, because it’s worthless.”

He believes it too. He believes he is worthless in her eyes and nothing he says matters - just look at how he’s sitting. He’s hunched over, he’s silent, he’s completely shut down and disengaged again. 

And before you get in my inbox, blabbing about how any fighting could be seen as unhealthy and healthy couples don’t fight, (because Kataang never fought post-war and that ship was totally healthy right?) take a step back. 

Fighting has nothing to do with how healthy a relationship is. Fighting can actually be healthy and productive if it is handled, then resolved, correctly. 

A couple may, for instance, look enraged, but they also look emotionally engaged. (See first image) A couple may, for instance, be furious with each other, but their torsos are facing each other. (See second image) A couple may, for instance, see no resolution, but they are making eye contact. They are talking. They are trying. They are working through it. (See third image)

It shows a lot of respect to A) Face someone you know is livid and B) Turn around and give the person you are livid with the time of day. It takes an even greater amount of respect to trust that person on a life changing field trip, to trust that person with a side of you no one has really seen, and then offer that person forgiveness.

You know what shows a huge lack of respect? Finger pointing!!! which we see from Mai several times when arguing with Zuko. This gesture signifies the accusing partner’s conscious or subconscious attempt to threaten the other into submission. That, coupled with the clenched fists on both sides in the first image, and the look of contempt on Mai’s face in the second, only furthers my point that Maiko’s body language alone tells a story of a very unhealthy, unhappy relationship. 

But if you need more proof, what’s the end result of both scenarios? 

Well, following the first image, Zuko explodes on the beach in front of Mai and his other friends. While this outburst isn’t necessarily Mai’s fault, it goes to show that he doesn’t feel comfortable or safe being open with Mai. If he did, his internal debates would have arisen in a calmer setting between the two, long before Zuko was pushed to a breaking point by toxic drama that Bryke throws in for funzies.

After the second scene, Zuko is coronated, works to maintain peace while his nation is threatened, and Mai dumps him. And you might try to blame Zuko, to pin the fault on him and justify Mai’s behavior by saying “Oh well, Zuko was closed off and Zuko didn’t talk to her,” but why would he when his first attempt to be open and honest was met with “I just asked if you were cold. I didn’t ask for your whole life story.”

Right… becuase that’s conducive of a healthy, happy relationship

And this isn’t:

Dean flirts with girls all the time.

Sometimes it’s because he thinks she smells good, or he likes the way her earrings sparkle, or he thinks she has kind eyes. Sometimes he doesn’t mean to, it just happens when Dean’s natural charm takes over, and she’s giggling before he realizes he’s made a joke.

And sometimes, Dean flirts with girls because he likes what it does to Sam. He picks one who’s Sam’s exact opposite, someone short, nothing but curves, who’s more interested in finding out if Dean owns a motorcycle than having a real conversation. Dean wouldn’t mind that kind of girl in his bed for a night, in all honesty, but Sam isn’t having it.

“Let’s go, Dean,” Sam snarls, not touching, but close enough at Dean’s back that Dean can feel his heat. Close enough that the girl backs away as her eyes widen in fear, or understanding, or both.

Dean follows Sam out to the Impala without a word, just a small graze of his fingers on the back of Sam’s neck before they get in the car.

Two seconds after they pull out of the parking lot, Sam’s sucking at Dean’s neck, fingers shaking with pent up aggression as he fumbles with Dean’s belt.

It’s all Dean can do to keep the car between the lines when Sam leans down and sucks Dean into his mouth. Dean doesn’t have to ask. He can feel it with every confident slide of Sam’s tongue, can hear it with each of Sam’s labored breaths.

“She didn’t have what you need. I do.”

And Sam’s silent words are right.

No one else can make Dean rock hard with a look. No one else can pull Dean away from a truly spectacular pair of breasts.

And no one could ever make Dean come as hard as he does when it’s Sam’s lips drawing it out of him.

Royai: Possible ‘Secret Relationship’ Implications

I talked about this on a tag meme I did, and I liked my analysis enough that I figured I’d edit it up and add some pictures.

I’m going to talk about the reasons why Roy and Riza having a relationship in the manga could possibly be a thing. I am 80% sure that despite how clearly they loved each other, Roy and Riza did not have anything going on between them in the series. However, there are some points I want to make that lean toward them possibly being together in a romantic sense throughout the manga.

My main point is how comfortable they are around each other. Comfortable enough that she’s the only one he cries in front of. He holds back his emotions throughout Hughes’ entire funeral and only lets himself be vulnerable when they’re alone in front of Hughes’ grave.

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A lot of people say there’s a lot of unresolved sexual or romantic tension between them throughout the series, but I honestly don’t see that. I see two people who clearly care about one another a great deal, who, with one look, make it obvious that they’re in love. But I don’t see them really pining for one another or anything like that. They act like an old married couple. They don’t seem to act like they want to kiss or touch each other desperately. Which, to me, says that perhaps it’s because they already do. (This could be because I’m Ace, though, and I do not go looking for sexual implications in my OTPs, so maybe it just goes over my head all the time, but…)

Case in point, I knew my husband for ten years before we got married. In the first four years or so, we definitely were a couple of teenagers in love. We pined for one another when we couldn’t see each other. When in public, we stared at each other silently wishing we could go somewhere to be alone, we made out as often as possible. After about four or five years, the feeling of “I need to touch this person because I have a lot of pent up sexual and romantic tension for them” pretty much died down and we became very comfortable with just being around each other. If we didn’t hug or kiss for a while, it was no big deal because we had each other and we knew we could arrange to be together to do those things whenever.

My point is, Roy and Riza act like that around each other, which tells me that perhaps the reason they aren’t desperate to touch one another all the time is because they already do. They already do all the things normal couples do. They’re used to intimacy so why would they itch to touch each other 24/7? If they were as in love as they appeared to be, but couldn’t be with each other, I think they’d show more signs of yearning for one another. This, of course, could be because we just don’t see it since they were not the focus of the series and their relationship had no huge importance to the story (and Arakawa has said that she does not include anything that doesn’t need to be in the story), but I feel like, even with the amount of time they had been together, if they had never touched each other or kissed or hugged or whatever, they’d have a hard time masking the want they would have for each other. Their comfort in each other’s presence could be more than just them having spent a long time together.

My other point is the Barry the Chopper scene where Roy gets super jealous of Barry touching Riza and prepares to burn him to a crisp. Riza stops him and seems absolutely unfazed by his jealousy, which could indicate that he’s acted like that multiple times in the past and she’s used to telling him to calm the hell down.

Roy also gets annoyed again after they’re done interrogating Barry to see if he’s the real thing. Barry flirts with Riza again calling her ‘Missy,’ looking at her with hearts over his head. Roy is visibly annoyed in this scene as well.

My next point isn’t exactly evidence, but Roy and Riza did change clothes in a car together and didn’t come out of that looking flustered or blushing or anything like they might have if they were unused to seeing each other in various states of undress. I mean, yeah, Roy learned his alchemy from her bare back, but it’s not like he saw anything else. I feel like he’d still get flustered if he saw her without a shirt on, even if it was just her back, because if they weren’t together, if they weren’t touching each other on a somewhat regular basis, he’s just a guy in love and he’d want to touch her and he’d blush about it or get embarrassed easily when seeing her. Think about Ed in that scene where he was in the room when Winry was changing. He was flushed and embarrassed because he was a kid in love who had never touched the person he loved intimately before. So this one kind of goes back to my ‘comfortable with each other’ theory.

Oh, and also, that scene where Madame Christmas asks why Roy doesn’t just go play with Elizabeth. What kind of ‘play’ is she insinuating? And why does she know this is something he would do? And why do the other girls think they have a ‘chance’ now that Elizabeth has been taken by another man? What has Roy been telling them about her?

Anyway, these are all minor things. It doesn’t necessarily point to them being in an actual relationship. It’s probably more just evidence that they care for one another beyond that of superior and subordinate, but these are the things that do make me question whether or not they were actually in a secret relationship.

Side Note: I’m talking post Ishval relationship here, not young royai. I’m a firm believer that nothing happened between them pre-Ishval, not even when Roy studied flame alchemy from Riza’s bare back. What I’m talking about here are all the things that make me think they might have had a relationship during the series, in the time after Ishval and after Riza becomes Roy’s subordinate.

Imagine: Being best friends with Peter for years but after an almost-kiss the two of you are struggling to be more.

So I just saw Spider-Man: Homecoming and all my expectations were blown straight out of the water. Tom Holland worked his ass off (and damn it looked good) and I’m so grateful to the entire cast and crew for putting forth so much effort. Five stars from me and I hope you enjoy my first imagine on Spider-Man! (Note that this occurs later on after the movie events and that I’ve changed some things and I am tired as fuck so this is probably rushed.)

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anonymous asked:


“Listen, boys. I’m in the car doing some singing this time around,” she warns them as the cameras roll at the front of the car, Harry’s face turned to look out the front window and James twisted in his seat to look at the missus, “are you going to flirt this time around? If you’re going to flirt, I may need to get out and leave you both alone to have a make-out session in the back of the car. Like some old rom-com,” she snickers, leaning forward and hunching over the console in the middle of James’ car, “I’m here for the duration of this journey. Helping you get to work. And you know what that means? That means no funny business between the two fo you. No flirting with one another. No kissing. No lusty duets or face-holding. No touching. Or else I’ll have a lot to tell Julia about,” she flicks her eyes over to James, “I mean it, mister Corden.”

“You have my honest word, Styles,” he winks, turning round to face the front, slapping a hand to Harry’s thigh and squeezing it, glancing across to him with a grin, “now, I hear you both got married recently? Why didn’t you tell me, Harry? I deserved to know!” James asks Harry with a dramatised voice, disbelief in his voice as the missus just scoffs out thickly and rolls her eyes at the scene, falling back against the middle seat in the back and rubbing her eyes.

“She roped me in,” Harry teases, “I had no choice, James. You’re my first love.”

“You’re both idiots.” xx

“Eyes only for you”

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader


Warnings: ~ 2,250 words Jealous!Dean (If that’s a warning), sunburn, one bad joke about lobsters

 Summary: Sam, Dean and you had a stressful hunt behind you and are definitely in need for a little break. After some arguing with Dean, he agrees to go to the beach with you for a few days. At the beach Dean isn’t quite as cooperative as you thought. But when another guy tries to make a move on you, he’ll eventually has to change his attitude about the beach.  

A/N: I’m in the need of some vacation and this little fic came out of it. I hope you enjoy spending a little time with Sam and Dean on the beach. Let me know what you think. Critiques always welcome. Enjoy!

“Deeeeeeaaaan. Pleeeeeeaaaase. Come on. Let’s go. Pleeeeeeeease!” I whined. Dean, Sam and I sat at the kitchen table, munching on our breakfast. The last hunt drained all three of us. What was supposed to be a simple salt and burn, turned into a cruel demon hunt. They had no mercy on us. They’d thrown me and Sam across the room against a concrete wall, bruising us from head to toe. Thank god Dean killed those sons of bitches, before they could do more harm. 

After that we were in the need of a break. Now I just had to convince Dean to get out of the bunker.

He just shook his head no, biting into another piece of bacon.

“C´mon baby. I really need some vacation and there’s this cute little cabin at the beach not far from here. Sam help me out here. You want to go to the breach too, right? RIGHT?” Sam laughed at my pathetic attempt to bring Dean to wear bathing shorts.

“Y/N’s right. What harm could do it to go on a little beach vacation? And by the way there’s a great library near the cabin. They got that book about vampires during civil war, I’m searching forever.” Dean rolled his eyes at his nerdy brother, but sighed defeated.

“Fine. But I don’t do shorts. Not even swimming shorts.” I was already jumping up and throwing my arms around Dean’s neck.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I squealed. “You won’t regret it!” I didn’t hear his response; I was already running to our shared room to pack for our little trip.  A few hours later we were on our way to the little cabin. My head rested on the seat between Sam and Dean, dreaming about the hot sand between my toes, the cool water and the hot sun on my skin. I grinned and kissed Dean’s cheek.

“What was that for?” He looked at me and returned my grin.

“For being an amazing boyfriend who goes to the beach with me.” I said hugging him from behind. He rested his hand above mine around his neck.

“Guys I’m still here.” Sam gagged at the sight of us. We laughed at him, cuddling even closer to annoy him more.

“Y/N, please tell me we got separate rooms.” He asked in fear of sharing a room with us. “Ugh no? I thought you’d like to watch?” His eyes widened at the mental picture I gave him. Dean bursted out laughing at the sight of his truly terrified little brother. I joined him, no longer able to keep a straight face.  

“I even booked separate cabins. I wasn’t sure *cough* if you’d want to be alone. *cough* You know to read that book you wanted to get.” He rolled his eyes, making us laugh again.  We already had such a great time that I didn’t even realize when Dean pulled Baby up a dirt path.

Behind a few trees appeared a little wooden cabin standing at the foot of a white sand beach.  The sight in front of us was breathtaking. The light blue water looked too good to be true. I’d jumped out of the driving car, if Dean wouldn’t have shot me a warning glare, predicting my intentions. We got out of the car and grabbed our bags, walking inside the little cabin. The interior of the cabin consisted of a small kitchen area with an adjacent living room and a wooden table with two chairs. Next to the living room was a door that led to the bedroom and the enclosed bathroom. Sam went to make himself comfortable in the neighboring cabin, leaving Dean and me alone.

“Sooooo … how about we change into our swim suits and go swimming? The water looks amazing.” I asked as I unpacked our clothes. Dean was already sitting on the couch, drinking a beer he got out of the fridge.

“Naaaah, I think I’m relaxing here for a bit, watching the game.” He told me, already turning the TV on for the ongoing football game.

“Come again? I thought we agreed on spending some time together.” I argued.

“Woah woah, wait you said, we would go on vacation and doing a little break from hunting. I never agreed on this whole swim suits and sand where-sand-doesn’t-belong thing.” I was perplexed at his words. Was he serious?!

“Are you serious Dean? After all the hunts where we couldn’t even spend a minute alone and you want to watch football?!” I snapped at him, making him look up at my voices volume.

“Hey! You never said how this hunting break will look like. I was never interested in going to the beach. I would have been fine to just relax a couple of days at the bunker. You wanted to go to the beach. Now go to the beach.”

“Fine. I’m so sorry to think you actually wanted to spend time with me. Do whatever you want. I’m gonna go outside.” I angrily stormed out of the cabin, grabbing my towel and sunscreen on the way outside. I walked to the small almost deserted little beach. I threw my towel into the sand and decided for a swim. The water was cold, but not too cold to make me shiver. I slowly walked inside the water until it hit my waist. I dived inside. When I was under water, I forgot for a brief moment the fight I had with Dean. The water relaxed my muscles immediately. I swam for a while until I let myself float on the surface of the water. The sun was warm and calmed my stressed mind.

After a while I realized how hot it got and swam back to the beach. I unfolded my towel and laid on top of it. I was about to fall asleep when I heard a deep voice next to me.

“Everybody’s getting all tan and you’re here red like you and to attract lobsters during mating season.” I looked in the direction where the voice came from and saw an incredibly handsome man standing above me with a big smirk across his face.

“Excuse me?” He chuckled and motioned to my body. I looked down and gasped as I saw how red my skin was.

“Fuck! I forgot to put on sunscreen .” I grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and tried to reduce the damage as best as I could.

“First time on the beach?” He asked and sat down next to me.

“Yes …. No, I just had a fight with my boyfriend and forgot to put on some sunscreen.”

“I’m sorry. Why did you fight?” He asked. I looked up and for the first time I saw his eyes. They were as blue as the ocean. Light azure blue with little dark specs around the iris. I didn’t realize I stared until he cleared his throat. I shook my head and told the stranger whose name turned out to be Dave why Dean and I fought. It was nice talking to him; having someone who’s not involved in the hunting world and just listens to normal couple problems. We talked for a while and he offered to lotion my very sunburnt back. I gladly accepted and opened my bikini to give him room to put on the sunscreen. What I didn’t see was hoe Dean watched our little conversation from the window of the cabin.

I moaned a bit of the gently movements Dave gave my back.

“How are you so good at that?” I asked him, enjoying the treatment. He chuckled and answered “I’m a masseur.” I sighed and nodded.

“That explains a lot …”

“Yeah it does …” I heard an all too familiar voice behind us. I turned around quickly and saw Dean standing next to us, arms crossed. He looked like he’d rip Dave’s throat out if he didn’t stop massaging me.

“I think I’m gonna leave you two alone.” I nodded and Dave left me and Dean alone. There was an awkward silence between us. Until Dean spoke up “so I’m not doing what you want and you do what? Go out and let some random douchbag touch you?! What the hell Y/N?”

“Dean … Let me explain.”

“No Y/N! I don’t want to hear your excuse. I thought I could trust you. So, every time we fought, you went out and cheated on me?” He yelled at me. That made my head snap up. I stood up, looking directly in his raging eyes.

“What the hell Dean? I never cheated on you! How can you think of me so low?” I yelled back at him, he made me angrier within every minute he was screaming at me.

“Oh sure. You didn’t cheat on me because I got here right on time. Sorry to interrupt your little act here.” He laughed cold heartedly.

“Dean, Dave would never sleep with me. Not that I want it anyway.”

“What do you mean he would never sleep with you?” He asked confused.

I pointed my finger behind him where Dave was standing a bit away from us.

“I don’t think his husband would be happy if he’d do that.” Dean turned around and saw Dave kissing another man.

“Oh …” He rubbed the back of his neck, visibly embarrassed.

“OH?! That’s all you have to say about your little outburst. You accuse me of cheating, yell at me for no reason and all you have to say is OH?!” I shouted angrily at him.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I should have trusted you. I’m sorry. But you have to be admit. From afar it looked suspicious how this man rubbed your back. After all you’re my girl.  And nobody’s supposed to give my girl a back rub but me” He smiled weakly at me. I couldn’t restrain my smile. I grabbed his hand and pulled his body towards mine, kissing him on the lips. He returned the kiss, thankful that I wasn’t mad at him anymore. We broke apart and smiled at each other widely.

“You know I love you, silly. I have eyes only for you.” He grinned at my cheesy choice of words. Suddenly that grin turned into a smirk and before I knew it he hoisted me over his shoulder running towards the water with me. That was when I realized he was wearing bright red swimming trunks. He laughed as he dived with me under water. For a brief moment, I was scared being thrown into the water, but I knew Dean would never let anything happen to me. After all I was his girl.

anonymous asked:

Hi~ can i pls get RFA reacting to finding out mc is a witch? like, real world witch, not fantasy witch. thx!

Listen. Nonny. Friend. Pal. You came to the right place. Also as a bonus, what kind of witchcraft each member might lean towards! Also also as a bonus, V and Saeran because…reasons.

This request brought me back from like a 2-3 month hiatus, thank you! (More to come!) @specialagent–danascully - tagging by request and also because this is right up her alley! :)

Requests are open.~


  • really doesn’t know much about witchcraft
  • but when you tell him you are a witch he becomes really curious
  • like…thinks it’s so cool tbh?
  • wants to tell everyone if you’re out of the broom closet anyway
  • loves glamours and beauty spells
    • “Not that I need them, of course.”
    • (he asks for them anyway)
  • lets you make all of his soaps/masks/beauty products bc you enchant them for him
    • but always w/ intent like emotional calm or happiness bc that boy doesn’t need any help to be prettier but he could stand to chill from time to time
  • asks for a glamour spell to keep him hidden every time y’all go out together so he doesn’t get noticed by fans
  • gets really excited whenever you do a spell
  • (always willing to help with them)
  • seriously this boy is your #1 fan


  • he wants to know everything like…everything
  • there’s a lot of explaining how it’s different from TV or movie witchcraft
    • there was a long discussion about Harry Potter and the differences between the two
    • “It’s a lot more…subtle than that.”
  • he loves it though
  • always wants to watch
  • he ends up really loving crystal and candle magic
  • the house always smells good! you always smell good!
  • plus, crystals are pretty! and used as magic items in LOLOL
  • he also loves kitchen magic, but!! is too afraid to ever try it tbh
    • his cooking tends to be…touch and go he’s afraid he’ll cause a magical disaster


  • a little stunned
  • like until you told her, she had no idea it was a real thing that people could just…be
    • she’d heard of it ofc, but only in terms of the past, or books, or musicals
  • research mode: ACTIVATE
  • soon she knows more about witchcraft than you do
  • discovers kitchen magic very quickly and suddenly realizes why you would suggest certain ingredients oooohh
  • asks if you would mind to enchant the ingredients whenever they’re delivered
    • you already do and she’s delighted
  • makes pastries and desserts for all the holidays, even if you don’t celebrate them
  • your bakery gets a very dedicated following of local witches
  • and becomes a very popular after-work stress relief stop (nobody understands how your desserts seem to make everything better)


  • totally clueless about witchcraft but accepts what you tell him immediately, without question
  • buys some books, quietly researches without saying much
  • tbh for a while, you think he’s actually distancing himself from you bc of discovering you are a witch
  • but it turns out he was just so clueless about it all that he didn’t even know what to ask - so he had to study first
  • becomes a super diligent supporter
  • buys you a ton of supplies, meticulously researching each purchase
    • “This wand is selenite, so it doesn’t need to be cleansed. Also, it’s got black kyanite and smokey quartz for–”
    • “Er, it’s gorgeous, Jumin, but you know I was fine with–”
    • “MC, that other one is literally a twig. It still has dirt on it.” he didn’t throw it away, he’s got some common sense after all
  • secretly memorizes tea/herb correspondences and brings you different teas depending on how your day went
    • he thinks he’s being sneaky but you notice and love him even more for it
  • lots of magic theory discussions with him
  • or random semi-related things:
    • “MC, can only witches have familiars?”
    • “…I don’t know, but don’t worry - you definitely have the same kind of relationship with Elizabeth the 3rd as a witch and their familiar, even if it’s not called the same thing.”


  • you manage to surprise him, which is really hard to do
    • “Okay but how did I not know?”
    • “There are still secrets to discover about me after all!” okay he loved that a little too much tbh
  • p much unfazed though
    • “Well, if you don’t have one already, we should get you set up with an online grimoire. So much easier!”
  • spends free time doing extra research so he can understand this side of you more
  • loves cosmic witchcraft! researches the shit out of it
    • after all, he’s always felt a connection to the stars
  • witch memes, witch puns, ~witchy humor in general~
    • “You’ve got me…under your spell” *eyebrow waggle* said at least once a day
  • hacks your phone to send you crazy emoji spells that he made up
    • “Saeyoung…they’re emoji spells. You can send them in a text instead of hacking to…”
    • “Aw, but hacking is how I charge them!” gotta love this boy 
      • he only slows down when weird things keep happening because of his spells
  • tbh he starts making everything about magic and you love it
    • “Saeyoung…what are you doing?”
    • “I’m cleansing!”
    • “…you are literally covered in empty chip bags. Eating chips.”
    • SALT.”
  • like he makes jokes all the time but he’s 100% supportive
  • also always makes sure your wards are in place and working no way is he gonna let your home go without magical protection once he learns this is a thing


  • he’s surprised but doesn’t really show it
  • asks a lot of questions, very intrigued!
  • you start to talk to him about spirits and astral travel
  • and he particularly enjoys that!
  • you introduce him to some spirits
    • turns out his energy just attracts genuinely kind and gentle spirits
    • he can sense them but not much else - he does feel very happy and at peace though
  • you two bond over energy work!
    • he’s really good at it, his loss of eyesight makes him extra sensitive to the energies of objects and people alike
  • he ends up getting you a little black kitten cliche, i know, fite me
  • he loves when he comes home to you doing a spell bc it almost always smells wonderful we don’t have to talk about what it smells like when you’re using valerian root okay


  • totally unsurprised, tbh
  • the things he’s seen - why would that, of all things, seem strange?
  • curious, but doesn’t really ask questions
  • just kinda…quietly observes
    • once you notice, you start to talk about it without him asking
    • you can tell he’s really happy
  • total fan of chaos magic you drew a sigil on him once and he was hooked
  • he is the best at creating sigils, they look amazing and always work
    • you tell him it’s because he has an amazing will, to go through what he did and make a full recovery - he believes you sometimes
  • he’s all about the witch aesthetic though he won’t admit it
  • turns your grimoire into a work of art with his illustrations
  • ends up lowkey becoming a witch himself, grabbing bits and pieces of different magic to suit his own craft
    • (his grimoire is a masterpiece)
    • (y’all are the first in a long line of witches in your family, tbh)

anonymous asked:

You spend a lazy day with Hoshi (your boyfriend) and you just hang around and play video games and then it gradually gets smutty. <33333

lmao I didn’t want to mention a specific type of a game because we all have different tastes, so you can decide for yourself what game it is that you’re playing! ♥

The day was one of your favorites: neither you nor Soonyoung had anything to attend to, and you had planned to keep it that way, too. That way you could spend the whole day together and just relax while doing things you probably wouldn’t be able to on a more busy day, such as…

“I won you again!”

…play a whole bunch of video games.

“Give me a break,” Soonyoung mumbled with a huff, but broke into a laughter right after. “One more time!”

You rolled your eyes playfully - you had, by then, already played closer to ten rounds of the game you were playing, all of which you had won - and got another round ready for the two of you to get through.

Since it was a lazy day like that, your had dressed accordingly, too. Soonyoung was dressed in a black tank top and gray sweatpants, while you wore a pair of comfortable shorts and a loose t-shirt that occasionally fell down your shoulder a little, which never bothered you.

Before you had started playing, you had spent a whole lot of time in the bed, just cuddling and watching an occasional funny clip on one of your phones, after which you had eaten and watched the newest episode of the drama you were both watching. After that, though, Soonyoung had suggested you’d play some video games, and that was exactly what you had been doing for the past hour or two.

Now that you were playing yet another round, Soonyoung was determined to win, no matter what.

He was sitting on the large bed you shared with his back against the wall, and you were sitting between his legs, leaning against him, so it wasn’t too difficult for him to try to bother your gameplay by placing his controller on top of yours so that it was difficult for you to play, or do any other desperate actions.

“Come on, let me play,” you laughed and shoved Soonyoung’s hands away, and he laughed as he placed his controller a bit further on your lap, where it normally was.  

You were winning again, but with a small smirk spreading to his lips, Soonyoung decided that if it was up to him, it wouldn’t happen.

And so you felt shivers run down your spine when you felt his lips on your shoulder, bare due to the oversized shirt having fallen down again. Swallowing, you tried to appear unbothered. “Think that’ll distract me?”

Soonyoung chuckled, and a small smirk remained on his lips when he felt you stiffen a little when he sucked on your skin, all the while focusing on playing. “I’m trying.”

You would’ve been lying if you had said it didn’t distract you at all that your boyfriend was sucking on the skin of your shoulder and slowly making his way to your neck, where the skin would be even more sensitive. A gentle sigh left your lips when Soonyoung nibbled lightly on your neck, but you didn’t let it distract you from the game. Your voice was weaker than usual as you spoke. “You’re playing dirty.”

He hummed, his eyes locked on the TV and his fingers moving expertly on his controller no matter how much he was also distracting you: you found it particularly difficult to ignore when he blew lightly into your ears, which always made you shiver.

All in all it wasn’t that surprising that you were starting to get turned on little by little by what Soonyoung probably considered innocent teasing that would distract you from the game and let him win. However, no matter how much it was getting, you kept your mind on the prize, and even though he was breathing heavily right by your ear, you managed to win him again.

You turned around with a wide grin when “Winner: Y/N” appeared on the TV screen. “I won.”

Soonyoung huffed with a pout and put his controller down to rub his eyes. A small yawn left his lips; somehow he was a bit tired despite barely having done anything the whole day. “I’ll win you one day.”

“That day might still be far away,” you laughed and put your own controller away as well, and started to turn around before getting up enough to get yourself on Soonyoung’s lap. His hair was soft between your fingers as you stroked it. “How about we play something completely different?”

“I’m not sure if I’m following,” Soonyoung snickered, but you recognized the tiny hue of pink that appeared on his cheeks, and concluded that he was definitely following.

Either way, you leaned towards his ear to whisper. “You need to finish what you started, Kwon Soonyoung.”

At that, he chuckled and placed his hands on your hips, his eyes aimed at yours when you pulled back again. “You should know by now that I don’t tend to leave things unfinished.”

“I know, but you were playing clueless.” Your voice was quiet, and the further you got in your sentence the lower your eyes dropped, until you were eyeing his lips, incredibly tempted to kiss them.

Before you were able to act on it, however, Soonyoung had already leaned up to kiss you, and your lips curved into a smile when you kissed him back with just as much passion, your fingers still in his hair. You could feel his hands slowly moving up your sides, underneath the loose shirt you were wearing, and shivered as his cool fingers met your warm skin.

“You’re so warm,” Soonyoung hummed appreciatively as his hands traveled higher and higher, until his thumbs were slowly moving up the band of your bralette. A moan left your lips, muffled by his, when he had uncovered your breasts and cupped them, with your already erect nipples rubbing against his palms. He grinned. “Looks like I’ve found the warmest part.”

“You talk too much,” you said with an amused edge to your tone when you had pulled away from the kiss, already interrupted a few times by Soonyoung’s talking, and without much further ado took your shirt and bralette off. He looked at you intently, and once your top was bare, he grinned.

“I wasn’t expecting video games to turn into this,” he admitted and swallowed hard as his eyes focused on your breasts. “Not that I would be complaining.”

A grin similar to his earlier one spread to your lips, too, and you slowly slid your hand down to his crotch. Palming him through his sweatpants, you leaned to his ear again. “Oh, you better not complain.”

He chuckled, but it became a quiet, content moan when you continued palming him and eventually slid your hand into his pants to stroke him. Soonyoung’s hands were restless: they were initially on the bed on either side of him, but as you touched him, they moved first to your hips, then to your breasts, and ended up in your hair when he pulled you in for a needy kiss.

The kisses were, as one might guess, hungry. Soonyoung’s kisses had gotten you riled up earlier already, and with your hand stroking him steadily, knowing just the right ways to drive him crazy and your thumb sliding over the head of his length, he was turned on, too, and desperately needed more: more of your touch, and more of you in general. You couldn’t be close enough to him.

When Soonyoung was fully hard in your hand, he tugged at your hair lightly to break your kiss. You gave him a small smile, your mind clouded by your arousal that was only further fueled when he spoke up, his eyes practically burning with lust. “I need you.”

“I need you too,” you breathed, painfully aware of how wet you were at that point, and got off Soonyoung’s lap. Soon your shorts and panties were on the bed next to you, and while Soonyoung got rid of his shirt and pants, you turned off the TV, deciding that the music coming from the video game was, to say the least, lowering the mood.

Once he had gotten a condom from the drawer of his nightstand, Soonyoung gave you a small grin and wiggled his eyebrows in a way only he could make seem hot in such a situation. “C’mon, baby.”

Licking your lips, you didn’t waste your time in getting back on Soonyoung’s lap, although you didn’t quite sit down and instead stood on your knees with your arms around his neck. You sighed contently into the kiss you shared while one of his hands slid between your legs.

He chuckled, amused yet aroused when his fingers dipped between your outer lips. “I can’t believe you got this wet from jerking me off.”

“There was a lot going on,” you mumbled with a pout, moaning quietly when Soonyoung drew a few circles around your clit before easily sliding a digit into your wetness. “You know I like it when you touch my–”

“Breasts?” Soonyoung suggested knowingly, and soon his free hand was cupping your breast, which effectively had you moaning again, giving him his answer. He remained silent, and before you had even gotten to complain about him talking too much, he focused on fingering you, now with two digits, while sharing hungry kisses with you and massaging one of your breasts.

It wasn’t until you began desperately bucking against his fingers that he pulled them out and smiled at you when you pulled back a little.

“I don’t feel like moving yet,” he said almost innocently, which made you roll your eyes playfully while you reached for the condom.

You unwrapped it and put it on him while chuckling. “You’re lucky, because this is exactly what I was planning.

“Was it really?” Soonyoung teased and placed his hands on your hips when you took a hold of his length and moved it up and down your wet slit a few times before aligning it to your entrance when you had lowered yourself a little.

“Maybe,” you grinned and leaned down to kiss his neck: it muffled your moan conveniently when you began sinking down on his cock, loving how it stretched you, and only in a good way. Soonyoung’s hands tightened a little on your hips, and his mouth opened into a moan of his own as your tight heat encased him.

“Have I told you how amazing you feel?” he asked, sounding just as amazed as he did every time, with a smile audible in his voice.

“Only every single time,” you said with a giggle, and straightened your back. A smile remained on your lips even as you rolled your hips, biting down on your lower lip a little. “But knowing that makes me happy.”

Soonyoung’s lips curved into a smile, too, and you felt his hands slowly move to your ass. “Great.”

With a nod, you moved your hips back, only to move back forward, sighing at how good it felt. Soonyoung’s breath hitched the merest bit as you continued grinding on him like that, while his hands kneaded your ass every now and then. It only made moving more pleasurable for you, which soon made your sighs turn into quiet whimpers.

As good as it felt on both ends, he wanted more, and so, with his lips pressed to your neck, he whispered. “Bounce for me, baby.”

You were too desperate for just that to even chuckle at that point, and instead did exactly what he had said, as he put both of your desires into words. Rising and falling on his lap steadily, you found it more and more difficult to remain quiet; it felt simply too good.

Soonyoung took in each and every sound that left you, and took particular pleasure in feeling you get wetter and clench around him. Adding all that to how it felt to have you move on him, he was more or less in heaven, much like you. On occasion you managed to come down with an angle that gave your clit the friction it desired, and every time that happened your back arched a little.

Soonyoung’s cheeks were getting flushed and his hips had a hard time staying still, as all he wanted to do was buck up into you. However, the current situation, especially the position, were too good for him to give them up just yet, so he merely tugged at your hair lightly and pulled you into a kiss.

With your lips connected in sloppy, hungry kisses, Soonyoung began pushing you down every time you fell down on his lap. You moaned at that, feeling how your ass hit his thighs and how much better it felt to, in a way, ride him a bit harder.

For a while you continued like that, and it was only automatic how you began riding him faster, too, your kisses interrupted more and more frequently by your moans as he continued pushing you down hard, letting out a few grunts, too. Eventually you’d gotten enough, though, and broke away from Soonyoung.

Your eyes were hooded as you looked at his puffy lips, your chest heaving faster than usual from the strain of riding him. “Could you fuck me?”

The neediness sugarcoated with sweetness in your voice almost made Soonyoung growl as he put one hand under your left thigh and the other behind your back before maneuvering so that he could lay you down. “Is that even a question?”

You were about to sigh contently when your back met the mattress, but felt something poking uncomfortably on your shoulder. Soonyoung noticed what it was, and with a snicker, moved the controller he had been playing with further away. “Sorry about that.”

Rolling your eyes good-humoredly, you shook your head and wrapped your arms around Soonyoung’s neck while your legs wrapped themselves around his waist. “Whatever, just– please.”

He gave you a serious nod, and after giving you a long, sensual kiss, began ramming into you. Your fingers threaded into his hair that you gripped tighter than you had intended to as moans began slipping through your lips from the power at which Soonyoung was thrusting into you, hitting each and every sensitive spot inside of you.

All in all he was, like he had promised, finishing what he had started, and you could already tell you would end feeling incredibly sated afterwards, like you always did. It had already been quite a while since you had first discovered what a blessing it was, especially when it came to sex, to be dating a dancer; Soonyoung knew full well what he was doing with his hips, and oh boy did it show.

His hips met yours in one delicious, deep thrust after another, and the wet sounds caused by it only made it all so much lewder. You could feel your orgasm nearing, and with your lips still somewhat locked with Soonyoung’s, got one hand off his hair and slid it down to your pussy, where your fingers were met with wetness, Soonyoung pushing into you and your sensitive, swollen clit.

“S-so good,” you nearly choked out, your breath hitching momentarily when you pressed two fingers against your clit, and as you began massaging it, your back arched and your legs tightened around Soonyoung. He moaned when he felt you clamping down on his cock, which brought his orgasm a whole lot closer, too.

“Y/N,” he mumbled against your lips and broke the kiss to hide his face in your shoulder, his hips desperately ramming into you as he chased both of your orgasms.

Soonyoung was the first to come, his hips stuttering to a stop for the moment he released into the condom, and it was with that deep thrust of his accompanied by the fast circles you were rubbing into your clit that you came with a mewl.

You both shivered from the intensity of your orgasms, and for a moment it felt like there was absolutely no sound in the world, and even Soonyoung slowly pulling out of you and lying down next to you felt surreal.

He took the condom off carefully and tied the end, after which he threw it to the bin by the bed. You caught your breath, almost amused by the pulsating you could still feel between your legs, and slowly turned to look at Soonyoung.

“I think we both needed that,” you said a bit weakly before moving closer to him for some cuddles.

Soonyoung’s lips curved as he nodded, and for a while you just lay there, with you drawing figures on his bare chest and him playing with your hair. He chuckled, and you hummed in question. “I didn’t win you in the video game, but it looks like I’ve still got it.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, amused, and looked at him with an incredulous smile, your eyebrows in a small frown from the confusion.

“I got you turned on,” he said the slightest bit smugly and laughed loudly when you hit his chest playfully. “It’s a great success, Y/N!”

Shaking your head, you rested your head on Soonyoung’s chest with a serene smile playing on your lips. “You say it like it’s difficult for you.”

“It’s not, really, but it doesn’t mean I couldn’t be proud about it,” he laughed and hugged you close.

You cuddled for some time, until you started feeling too sticky and uncomfortable, after which you had a warm shower and put some pajamas on.

Once you were back in the bedroom, having stayed after Soonyoung to dry your hair a little, you were met with Soonyoung, looking at you expectantly with a controller in his hands. “Are you ready to lose?”

“Are you?” you asked with a grin and joined him on the bed, grabbing your own controller on your way.

Unsurprisingly, Soonyoung lost again, and you kissed his small pout away each time, no matter how well you knew he wasn’t actually disappointed. For him it wasn’t about winning as much as it was having fun with you, after all.

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NDRV3 Transcripts: Ouma’s Prison Mode Ending

So, many people have asked me about Ouma’s prison mode lately–the ending in particular! I’d like to get around to actually translating all his prison mode events if possible at some point, but for now @shinjiroaragaki and I are bringing you all the ending!

They provided me the transcript and I’ve translated the full thing to English. Since it’s a relatively short event, I’ve included icons for all the sprites in the formatting. There’s a Google doc version as well, although this time around it’s pretty much the same as this post, just minus the Japanese text.

Google doc link!

More translated transcripts.

Since we both worked hard on this translation, it’d be great if people could spread it around and reblog it if possible!

Although it’s bonus mode content, this ending is highly insightful to understanding Ouma’s character. It provides glimpses as to how Ouma behaves in a scenario where no murders occur, what Saihara thinks of him when he’s not putting on such an antagonistic act, and how even Ouma doesn’t really fully understand himself all the time.

I hope you all enjoy! Here’s Ouma’s prison mode ending, alternatively titled “Saihara decides to hold Ouma’s hand until he stops being such a bratty liar.”

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High Tensions - Eleven

I guess I should offer up a flood warning of sorts?

Reid x Reader

You led the way to your bedroom, still not feeling 100 percent sure about this. You trusted that Spencer wasn’t trying to trick you, but you didn’t trust yourself not to beg for him. Still, it was reaching the stage where you really didn’t think that was a bad thing. 

You’d already decided that you were giving yourself another two weeks to break him, and if you couldn’t then you were admitting defeat. It was too exhausting being this on edge around him all the time. 

And you wanted to try to progress your…. well whatever was going in between you two, and you couldn’t do that by constantly thinking about having his mouth between your legs evertime he licked his lips. And man, the boy did that a lot. 

“Problem,” you’d just had a thought. Sitting on your bed, you patted the space next to you. 


“Yep……  if you start touching me with that thing, I’m likely to try to touch either myself or you. And then I lose.” And you didn’t want to lose just yet. 

Spencer looked sheepish and you realised he’d bought his bag in with him. “I kinda already thought of that but I’m not sure how you’ll take it.”

Raising your eyebrow at him you indicated for him to continue. He rummaged in his bag, pulling out two of his ties. 



“My this has all gone a little fifty shades all of a sudden,” you laughed trying to dispel the atmosphere that seemed to have surrounded you both. 

“It was just an idea. I also have this.” He pulled out a soft looking feather. 

“What’s that for?”

“Well I can’t exactly jumped straight in with the vibrator can I?”

No but you could jump straight in with your mouth?


“Good point. So then Mr Grey, how do you want me? Clothes on, off? Lying on my front or back?” You tried to look coy.

He gave you a look. “Don’t call me that. It was just a thought. And…… It’s up to you. However you’re comfortable. Also, just to clarify here; obviously I can’t touch your breasts or down there with my hands or mouth, but your neck, legs and tummy aren’t off limits right?“ 

“I guess not. This is your loophole Spence. You make the rules. Just…. I assume we’re not mentioning that this has happened to the others?”

“You assume c-correctly.” He seemed nervous, it was rare Spencer stuttered around you now. 

“Spencer, we definitely don’t have to do this you know? I can wait until you cave.”

“Then you’ll be waiting a long long time Y/N. I’ve got the patience of a saint. And I want to do it. I want to see the look in your eyes when you come without me actually touching you. I’ve just never done it this way before.”


You slipped out of your shorts and vest leaving yourself in your bra and panties. They didn’t match but who cared. You caught the look on Reids face as he quickly looked you up and down. His tongue poked out between his lips.

Leaning back on your bed you teased, “Sure you won’t be caving today Doctor?”

He groaned. “New rule… Don’t call me Doctor either. Not tonight at least. Now….” He waved the ties at you. “Are you going to keep your hands to yourself?”

“Probably not. Sooo, go for it. I trust you though Spencer, don’t abuse that trust.“ 

“Never Y/N. Never.”

And you believed him wholeheartedly. Spencer would never hurt you. Not unless you asked him to.

He reached for your arm and you made a snap decision quickly unhooking your bra as well. His breath hitched and his tongue flicked out over his lower lip. 

“Fuuuck, you’re beautiful Y/N." 

You smiled lying back down and watching as he raised your arm to the head of your bed, wrapping his tie around it and binding you, not to tight but not too loose either. He repeated the step with the other arm. 

"Okay?” he asked. You nodded, suddenly feeling very nervous yourself. 

“Can I light the candles on your bed side table instead?” You nodded, watching him light them and then turn the overhead light off, the room now bathed in a soft glow.

He lay next to you on your bed, propped up on his side. “I really didn’t think this through enough Y/N. Nearly naked, beautiful, sexy girl lying next to me. And tied up…..There’s a good chance you’ll be crowned winner tonight.” He tone had lowered into one you now recognised as signalling he was turned on. Quieter, slightly raspy. Sexy as fuck. 

He placed his hand on your tummy, just laying it flat and not moving it. Just the contact alone was enough to make you breathe in sharply. 

“If you want me to stop tell me. If you want me to do more, tell me. I’ll happily oblige, and if it means I win, then even better.”

“Okay. You won’t win though Spencer,” your voice was a whisper.

His hand started moving in small circles, tickling you, the tiny downy hairs on your body prickling up in anticipation. He expanded his circles and then bent his mouth to your arm, slowly kissing a line down the underside of it until he reached your torso. 

Your eyes involuntarily closed as his hand stopped shy of the edge of your underwear and then retracted from your body all together. You kept your eyes closed, knowing you’d struggle to watch him doing this to you without those words you couldn’t say slipping from your mouth. 

Seconds later you felt a feather light touch trailing over your body and you felt his weight shift on the bed. The feather trailed up and down your legs, causing you to shiver and a small whimper escaped your mouth. 

“God those noises you make are much sexier in real life than in my dreams, Y/N.”

The feather skimmed over your stomach, fluttering up to your breasts. He started to direct it in a circular motion above your breasts, the light breeze it made causing your nipples to harden. 

“Oh… Uh!”

You bit your lip trying to contain your excitement as the feather moved directly over your nipples, flicking at them gently. 

“I wonder what they taste like? They look so hard and pink Y/N." 

Please shut up Spencer, you thought. You definitely weren’t going to be able to handle this if he started talking dirty as well.

You sensed something else hovering above your left nipple and your eyes opened just in time to see Spencer’s mouth, only centimetres above it. You watched as he pursed his lips and then a trail of saliva left his mouth, hitting you directly on your sensitive bud. 

Fuck fuck fuck. The cold wet fluid making you clench your legs together. Just…. Ugh.

You needed friction, needed something down there. He smirked at you, seeing your legs clasped together as you moved gently on the bed, your wriggles pulling your underwear tighter against your centre. 

Spencer moved again, you now hearing the faintest buzzing. "You okay?" 

"Uh huh.”


You flinched as the vibrator made contact with your skin and you watched as he moved it slowly. The sensation going straight to your core even though he was no where near it. 


“You’re killing me here Y/N. You have no idea how sexy you look right now.”   

He began teasing you, moving the object all over your body, occasionally leaning forwards and and adding a kiss to the areas he was allowed to touch, his mouth warm and damp. He own breathing was ragged and you could tell he was finding this as much of a turn on as you were.  

When he brushed it against your chest, lightly tracing it against your nipples the feeling was indescribable, and you shuddered, bending your knees up and placing your feet flat on the bed. 


“More than…… Fuck Spencer.”

“Was that a fuck me Spencer?” He held it over your nipples again, moving it slightly and applying more pressure, making a flicking motion with it. Oh jeez, you juddered. If he kept that up, you’d be screaming his name in minutes.

“Stop…..stop trying to cheat…ugh.” Your moans were getting louder and you were desperate for him to move it lower, your hips now bucking off the bed, your body writhing. You were so glad to be restrained right now. If you weren’t, well you’d either be fucking yourself or fucking Spencer.

He fidgeting, groaning himself and adjusting his jeans. Sliding down the bed, he stopped when he was level with your hips. Moving the bullet lower, he traced it over your panties, gently pushing your legs apart with his hands. 

“Y/N,” his voice was gravelly. 

“Mmmmm?“ You were tense, anticipating him moving the object over your warm core. 

“You should see how wet you are. You have no idea how much seeing that dark patch on you underwear is turning me on.”

You couldn’t respond, you were too busy trying to stifle the loud groan building in your chest as he drew the tip of the bullet right down your centre.

“I bet if I licked this thing now, I could taste you.”

Oh my fucking God, if he licks it that’s it, it’s over.

He continued moving it up and down, you whimpering evertime it passed over your clit. 

“Panties on or off Y/N.”

“Huh?….. Whatever……. Just….Oh fuck.”

He paused his movements, reaching up and pulling your underwear down and off, the cold air feeling soothing against you. Pushing your legs back open, he placed the bullet directly against your clit. Your leg spasmed at the direct contact and you were suddenly scared you were going to kick him. 

You could hear him chuckling to himself and he pressed on your leg lightly, placing his arm over it to keep it from moving too much.

You were starting to feel light headed, the room now filled with the sounds of your panting as he pressed a bit harder with the vibrator, dragging it down your slit. The tip slipped inside you and you could could see Spencer biting his lip as he manoeuvred it. 

“Spencer…… Higher.” You didn’t want it in you. Not tonight. If anything was going in there, it was going to be him. 

He glanced up at you, his eyes dark as he slid it back up, pressing it to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You jolted again and he began moving it in small circles, his eyes flicking between your face and your clit, his tongue poking out between his lips as he concentrated. 

When he found the area that made your squirm the most he started to slide back up the bed, his hand maintaining it’s motions on you. As he slid, he kissed and licked his way up your tummy, pressing himself against your side as he did. The friction of him sliding up against you whilst in his jeans made him moan and you wished you could hear that sound on repeat. Constantly. All day, every day. 

He increased his pressure on your clit, sliding the bullet on to a higher setting making you almost lift off the bed. You pulled against the ties on your wrists as the quivers he was causing made you grind on the bed, almost as if you were trying to sink into the mattress. 

Spencer’s face was level with your’s now although he kept glancing down to watch his hand moving. He was so dangerously close to actually touching you and you were so dangerously close to begging him too. 

Your gasps were coming quick and fast and you could feel yourself slipping into oblivion, the throbbing in between your legs taking over your entire body. 

“Open your eyes Y/N, I want you looking at me when you come.”

You hadn’t even realised they’d close again, but you followed his command staring into his hazel eyes as his hand adjusted itself minutely and hitting something that sent you over the edge. 

“Spencer……  Oh fuck. I’m coming….. Oh… Ah.. Fuuuck.”

He didn’t smirk, didn’t even grin. He just watched you intensely, his own lips parting into an O, his eyes fascinated on you. His hand didn’t still until your gasps had slowed into pants and your shudders had turned into gentle trembles. 

You let your legs fall flat onto the bed and Spencer removed his hand, switching the vibrator off and tossing it over to his side of the bed. He reached up to your arms, moving to untie you, you presumed but then he stopped. 

His face hovering above yours, he moved one of his hands to your face, softly caressing your cheek. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against yours slowly, pulling away as quickly as he’d leant in leaving you feeling dazed and confused, wanting his lips back on yours so you could kiss him properly. 

He moved again tugging the ties loose and freeing your arms which you immediately bought close to your body, crossing them over yourself, suddenly conscious that you were naked. Reid seemed to sense this and grabbed the blanket that was folded at the foot of your bed, letting it float down over you and settling back down next to you. 

After a few minutes of silence, you not knowing what to say, Spencer spoke. 

“Was that okay?”

You swallowed hard. “Okay? Spence that was more than okay. I swear I saw fucking stars exploding and all that crap.” You tried to make a joke off it, but it seriously was one of the most intense orgasms you’d had.  And you knew it was because he was the one indirectly giving it to you. “Are you okay?”

He fidgeted. “Not really. That had to have been the most beautiful and sexiest thing I’ve witnessed Y/N. The noises you make, the way your lips part and your skin flushes.”

You could feel yourself blushing. You’d had the "fuck me you’re beautiful” line tons of times during sex, but never after. And this wasn’t even after actual  sex. 

“Is there something I can do for you? Aside from the obvious breaking of the rules.” You felt bad, you’d come. It was only fair he did. 

He shook his head, “It’ll go down in a minute.”

Raising your eyes brows at him you asked, “You’re still hard?”



“Take your jeans off Reid.”

“Huh?” He looked confused. 

“Just do it.”

He pulled a face but unbuttoned them and wriggled out. 

Emerald green boxer briefs were fitted snuggly around him, his hard bulge straining against the fabric. The fabric was slightly darker around where you estimated his tip to be. Pre cum. Well at least you weren’t the only one to get a bit messy. 

Sitting up, you leant over him grabbing the bullet, it still slick with your own juices. Wiping it on the sheets, you flicked it on. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” alarm penertrated his voice. 

“Just…. Trying something. I read about it once.” You bent closer to his groin, carefully pulling his briefs away from his body and having a quick peek before lowering the fabric again. 

“Like what you see?” He was trying to be cocky but you could still hear a note of worry in his voice, curious about what you were planning. 

“Uh huh,” you confirmed. Taking the vibrator you moved it to his bulge, pressing it against it and moving it up and down.

“Oh fuck!”

“Good or bad?”

“G-good…. Very good… Jeez.”

You played around, dragging it up and down the fabric covering his length, slowly moving it around where you knew his balls were, pressing lightly. His leg kicked against the bed when you ghosted it over the head, seeing the already damp patch grow bigger. 

“Fuck that’s good. Press harder and move it faster.” He groaned and you smirked following his instructions, hearing him start to pant quickly, his breath coming out in small whines. 

Moments later his hips bucked, once then twice and his hand grabbed at your wrist stilling you as a low guttural grunt left him. 

“I don’t normally come that quick I swear.”

“Spencer as long as you make me come I don’t care if it takes you thirty seconds or thirty minutes.”

You flicked the bullet back off, pulling your pajamas on and curling up next to him. 


You handed him the box on your bedside table, averting your eyes as he slipped his hand inside his briefs to clean himself up. 

You lay there together, his hand searching on the bed and taking yours wordlesly. You felt relaxed right now. Sooo very relaxed. Your eyes started to close and before you knew it, you were both asleep.

When you awoke a few hours later the candles had burnt out and you were cold. Spencer was still next to you, snoring softly. 

You pushed down the covers on your side of the bed, him waking up as you were doing so. 

“Shit… Sorry. I’ll call a cab,” he whispered sleepily, his eyes half closed as he moved off the bed clumsily. 

“Spencer, just get back in bed. It’s late.”

“You sure?”

“Yes it’s fine.”

You both settled back in, getting comfy, you rolling onto your side. Moments later you felt him roll over behind you, his body so close you could feel the heat radiating from him. 

You inched backwards until you were flush against him, feeling him move his arm and wrap it around your torso. 

“Night Spencer.”

“Night Y/N.”

Snuggling into him, you fell fast asleep.

No More and No Less

[No Angel] [No Comebacks] [No More and No Less]

pairing: rafael casal x reader

request: many many (very…enthusiastic) requests for part 3 of no angel

summary: rafa has been teasing reader while she has work to do, then reader returns the favor

warnings: swearing, smut, dirty talk, face fucking, D/s

word count: 4,938

a/n: part three of the “No Angel” series. will make sense without the first two parts, but i suggest you read them first. this is mostly just smut, and i would say sorry except that i really am not. it goes without saying that i still want rafael casal to bone me. happy reading.

“There’s no way that Professor Hopewell expects this paper to be completely coherent,” Ava groans, a hand threading into her hair in frustration. “A comparison of Leo Tolstoy and Vladimir Nabokov? It’s apples and fucking oranges.”

“They’re both Russian,” you offer up meekly. Truth be told, you have no clue how you’re supposed to tie them together. All you know was that this paper is worth thirty percent of your grade, and you can’t afford to get anything less than a B.

“They’re from different time periods,” she huffs, flipping angrily through the pages of Anna Karenina.

You don’t respond to her, instead sinking back into the novel open in front of you. Thoughts of your lazy morning flood into your head, and you struggle to tear your mind away from the way Rafa had woken you up by slipping under the covers and settling between your naked thighs. You’re marking a particularly interesting passage with a sticky note when your phone buzzes on the table.

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“Home” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 2,300ish

Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: In a world where Carl was the victim of Negan’s killings, reader recalls her relationship with Carl throughout the years with a series of flashbacks, leading up to her current day predicament.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, implied smut, death

In honor of TWD new episode premiering in an hour!!

Flashbacks are in italics.

It was Carl’s eyes that attracted you first.

You two had met a long time ago, back at the farm. You were sitting inside your house, playing with your sister Beth when his dad carried him in. You remember the first time you had seen him for real was after your dad, Hershel, had performed surgery on him and everyone was sure he was going to be ok. You were so excited to have another person there around your age. When you looked at him, you thought he was so cute. His eyes were the most beautiful blue you’d ever seen. Of course, you never told him that.

“Daddy, who is that little boy?” You remember asking your dad after he finished the operation. “Is he going to be ok? Who are all these people?”

“His name is Carl. He was shot on accident, but he will live. He might like to meet you after all of this dies down. I don’t think their group had another little kid in it.”

“Boys are gross.” You had crinkled your nose.

A few days later, you happened to be walking into the kitchen when you caught a glimpse of him. He was still in pain from getting shot but he was doing better.

“I’m Carl.” He had told you. He had eyes just like his fathers did, only his were prettier. Freckles were covering his face, and he was wearing a sheriff hat.


The two of you were just little kids back then, and an instant friendship hit off. The two of you were inseparable, doing everything and anything together. You were there for the death of his mom, being the only one to comfort him since Rick had gone off the deep end.

You watched as Rick started crying once Maggie and Carl told him the news. The baby was born, but Lori died. You couldn’t help but shed a few tears yourself hearing of her death. She was such a nice woman to you and had always treated you like a daughter of her own.

Rick left, and by doing that he had left Carl completely by himself.

“Carl?” I had gone up to him in his cell one day.

“What do you want,” He had asked you dryly, as if he hadn’t spoken in days.

“I want absolutely nothing from you.” You had sat down next to him. He had looked up at you with tears in his eyes, but nothing ever fell. You pulled him into a hug, and the two of you stayed like that for hours, embracing each other.

The two of you had kept it strictly friendly until you arrived in Alexandria. Between being separated for months, to Terminus, there had been too many bad events after the governor blew up the prison for the two of you to explore anything different. But as soon as you got to Alexandria, and things calmed down, everything changed. When Carl saw you all dressed up at the welcoming party, he couldn’t deny his feelings for you any longer.

You pulled the dress over your head, looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked nice. Someone had lent you a dress to wear, which felt odd wearing since you hadn’t worn a dress since you were twelve. The fabric was comfortable but still beautiful, and it felt like a luxury. You had on makeup for the first time in your life, and your hair was down for what felt like the first time in ages. You always kept it up in a ponytail.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” Maggie had told you. “You’re going to be the star of the show.”

“Doubtful.” You had laughed. “I’m still not sure how I feel about being here.”

“Me neither.”

“I wish Beth and Dad were here.” You had said quietly.

The party was awkward for you at first. Everyone seemed to know each other very well already, and you being a shy, quiet person did not help your socialization skills. Carl had seen you by yourself in the corner when he came up to you, linking his arm with yours. He looked really nice, and you couldn’t deny it. He was an attractive guy.

“Don’t be a loner,” He had said. “I met some people here around our age. You should give them a chance.”

“I’m never a loner, Grimes.” You smiled at him. He loved your smile, it made his heart weak every time he saw it.

“You look really good.” He gulped, sounding nervous.

“You don’t look too bad yourself. We clean up nice.”

He introduced you to everyone, and they all seemed nice enough. But you weren’t interested in spending time with any of them, not really. You just wanted to be with your best friend.

At some point during the night, you pulled him away to get away from the stuffiness of the room.

“Too many people,” You had said after the two of you got outside. You were walking around the streets, something that you hadn’t got to do for a long time with a sense of safety.

The two of you were holding hands as you walked, something that you always did. Both of you always said it was just a friendly thing, to other people and each other, but the both of you had felt inside that it was more.

“This is nice. I kinda like it here.” You told him. “I’m not exactly comfortable with it yet, but for now, I decided I’m going to enjoy it.”

“Y/N, I like you.” He had blurted in response, something completely off topic, but you hadn’t cared.

“What?” You wanted to hear him say it again.

“I like you.” He said it more quietly that time.  You looked into his eyes, bringing your faces together.

“Well it’s a good thing I like you, too, Grimes.” You whispered, and brought him into a kiss.

Things had gone well for a long time. The two of you were officially together, at least as together as you could be during the state of the world. The only problem had occurred when Ron decided that he liked you, too. It was a big deal- Carl was very protective boyfriend, and seeing Ron try to break you too up did not go down well.

“I’m going to kill him.” Carl growled, pacing back and forth inside of your room.

You had just told him about how Ron had come up to you earlier during the day and attempted to make a move on you. At first, he was just telling you how beautiful you were. This wasn’t a big deal to you- it was just a compliment, nothing to make a big deal about. But then he mentioned something about how Carl couldn’t make you happy like he could. And then he tried to kiss you. He almost got close to touching your lips before you realized what was going on and you kneed him in his weak spot.

You had debated whether or not to tell Carl. You knew that there was a lot of friction between the two of them, and this would just make it worse. But you also knew that if someone had made a move on him like that, you would want to know.

“I already put him in his place, please don’t.” You had begged.

“Too fucking bad. He doesn’t get to touch my girl.”

You watched him as he stomped out the door. You were going to follow him out the door, but decided that you would rather not see Carl beat someone up.

Turns out, you didn’t get that choice, because Ron happened to be walking by your house when Carl got outside. You could see it all from your window.

Carl didn’t even say anything as he went up to Ron and punched him in the face. You gasped as Ron stumbled slightly, but before he could hit back, Carl clocked him again.

This went on for what felt like forever, although you’re sure it was only a few seconds, before Rick came and broke it up. You thought he was going to yell at Carl, but surprisingly, he just gave Ron a stern look and told him to go home.

When Carl came back into your house, he had started kissing you with more hunger than you had experienced from him before. Sure, you’ve made out before, but it was usually quite innocent as the both of you were very inexperienced.

“You are mine.” He had told you, picking you up and setting you on the bed.

“I’m yours, Carl. Only yours.” You moaned as he started kissing your neck.

Things picked up after that. Ron never messed with the two of you again. The two of you were undoubtedly in love with each other- everyone could see it. Besides the sneaking around to have sex, the two of you were well accepted by the group and no one protested like you two had thought they might- especially Maggie. Being her only living relative left, she was quite protective of you.

“So, we need to talk.” Maggie had come up to you one day while you were washing clothes.

“Okay.” You set down the shirt to give her your full attention.

“You and Carl are getting serious, right?”

“I guess, yeah.” You had shrugged.

“I’ve heard some… Rumors about the two of you guys. I just wanted to make sure you’re being safe.” Maggie looked uncomfortable. She loved you with all her heart, but she also knew that she couldn’t stop you from doing anything.

“Where exactly are you hearing this from?” You had questioned her, starting to panic. You thought that the two of you were being sneaky and no one had known that you took your relationship a step further.

“Daryl might have seen you two hooking up while he was on night watch. And I might have heard you guys before when you thought you were alone.”

“Oh my god.” You had blushed, embarrassed.

“We didn’t want to make you guys feel embarrassed. We just all want you to be safe, Rick included.”

“Rick knows?!” You had basically yelled. You wanted to die right then and there.

“He might have also heard you guys a few times when you thought you were alone.” Maggie looked like she was going to start laughing at any moment.

“Please kill me. I can never face anybody again.” You had groaned.

Besides the relentless teasing you experienced after that, you two were happy as you could possibly be. You two would be with each other at every given moment of the day, except for at nights when you were forced to go home. But half the time you would just sneak out to see each other, anyways.

When Alexandria came under attack, you thought you were going to die. Carl was the one who kept you calm and collected as you walked through the walkers. He kept squeezing your hand in reassurance the entire time. But then the plan went to shit when Sam started freaking out. Sam got bit, which made Jessie get bit. Which lead to Carl getting shot in the eye.

For a while after that, Carl refused to talk to you. He wouldn’t let you see him, no matter how much you told him that his eye being gone would not change your opinion of him.

“Don’t come in here.” He had warned you from his room, you standing in the hallway.

“Carl, you can’t avoid me forever.” You sighed, leaning against the doorway.

“I’m ugly. You’re not going to want me anymore. I’m hideous.” He sounded choked up.

You had enough. You walked into his room, and touched his shoulder, him still standing with his back to you.

“Let me see.” You whispered. Carl turned around slowly, showing you a bandage wrapped around his face, his eye socket covered.

When you didn’t say anything, he turned around quickly and pushed you away.

“Get out of here.” He whispered, tears forming in his eye.

“Carl,” you turned him around. “You’re the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life, regardless if you are missing an eye or not. I still want you. You are not, and never will be, ugly.” You poured you heart out to him.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He smiled. You pulled him into a kiss, making sure to be gentle as you didn’t know his pain level.

“I love you.” You finally said. You had been wanting to say that for a long time, but were waiting until the right moment.

“I love you, too.”

Things were finally going smoothly after that. The walls of Alexandria were rebuilt, Carl’s eye socket healed (he looked the governor, but you would never tell him that- he was already insecure), and your group was doing well after everything that had happened.

Carl was coming to terms with the fact that he lost his eye, but it was still hard for him. He acted like he didn’t care, like he was this big, strong man, but you knew better. He was insecure. But things were getting better.

That was until you met Negan.

You can remember that night like it was yesterday, all the events of what happened. They’re fresh in your memory, leaving you with nightmares every night of what happened.

You were all forced to sit on your knees in a line as you met the leader of the Saviors.

You were scared, although you wouldn’t admit it. You kept glancing down over to Carl, waiting in anticipation for the man to show up. You knew something bad was going to happen. Rick had killed a bunch of his men, and now he has your entire group in his lineup- it wouldn’t end nicely.

The era of power surrounding him was like none you had ever experienced before. He was immediately directed towards Rick.

The way he spoke to him, it was so condescending and power filled. It terrified you.

Then he started taunting everyone as he chose who he was going to kill. He turned a child’s game song into something entirely different, very sadistic.

It landed on Abraham.

Nobody dared to say anything. Especially not you, once you heard Negan’s threat to cut out Carl’s other eye. You cried, the tears blinding your vision, but you could still hear the whack of his bat bashing in Abraham’s skull.

You thought it was over. He said one person.

But then he dragged Carl out.

And started bashing in his head.

You couldn’t control yourself this time. You started screaming and reaching out for him, but one of Negan’s men stopped you. You sobbed and screamed as Carl’s head eventually turned into nothing, just smashed brain and blood.

Negan was laughing at this, at all of this. You tried your hardest to escape from their grips, but you couldn’t.

“You, what’s your name?” Negan came up to you.

“Y/N.” You spat. The group watched you, looks of terror filling their faces. Maggie started crying, thinking she was going to lose you.

“I thought I said not to fucking get up, what the fuck happened to that?”

“You just-“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence, you were crying too hard.

“Oh, were the two of you together? My apologies.” He laughs. “Not.”

“If you weren’t so fucking disrespectful and you knew how to listen, I’d make you one of my wives. Goddamn shame.” Negan continued.

You thought he was going to kill you, but instead, he just moved on to keep talking to the group. Taunting them, tearing them down.

You still missed him to this day. He was the love of your life, and he would always be in your mind. You would never forget about him.

“What’s up, Y/N? You look like you’re about to cry like a little baby.” Negan showed up. He snapped you out of your thoughts, your memories of what you and Carl were.

“I’m good.” You smile weakly, hoping to fool him. You don’t show weakness around him. You can’t, not if you don’t want to be punished.

“Great, ‘cause I need my good girl right now.” He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

That night, he didn’t let you free. He took you in as prisoner, but his lust for you outgrew his anger. He was never going to let you leave, he let you know that every single day. He refused to make you one of his wives, and although he still claims that he doesn’t fuck anyone outside of them, he makes some pretty bold moves on you.

The only thing that gets you through the day is reminiscing about Carl, remembering the good times you had with him.

You tell yourself every day that you will get out of here. You will go home, you will see your sister again. But the longer you’re there, the longer you give up hope that you’re ever get to leave. You’re watched every moment of the day, whether it’s by Negan’s minions or by Negan himself.

Negan takes you to the bedroom, but doesn’t stay in there with you. He just slaps your ass and walks away, locking the door behind him. You walk over to the desk, grabbing a pen and writing out a couple simple sentences, letting a tear fall onto the page as you slammed the journal shut afterward. The person it was directe to wasn’t ever going to see it, and Negan would kill you if he saw it, but it gave you hope. Hope that everything would be ok.

‘Rise up, Rick. Save us. Bring me home.’

Thoughts on Chapter 863

Almost everyone was looking forward to see how Oda would handle Sanji and Pudding, after the mental breakdown she had when Sanji complimented her third eye. However, we got nothing but Sanji’s (expected) chivalry:

I say expected because the moment I saw the wedding cake being destroyed, I was sure that Sanji would land Pudding safely, since they were at the top of it (I actually spent the whole week discussing it with friends and everyone agreed that it was the likely case). He would never let a distressed woman fall to a possible death, he isn’t like that at all. Sanji’s chivalry was there from the beginning, it doesn’t matter age:

Or if he doesn’t know the victim, like in this recent episode:

Pudding’s case, however, is more like Kalifa, since she is an enemy. The CP9 lady also had that benefit, as Sanji refused to kick her. I understand why many people doesn’t like Sanji doing this with Pudding, but I believe that Sanji simply doesn’t see Pudding as a threat anymore, especially after her current state (but that could be proven wrong!). I already discussed with @namibean about how Sanji seems to perceive Pudding as just another woman now, because he never took her insults as something personal. He never had strong feelings for her to begin with and saw her as just a possibility (ray of hope) of having a less painful future without his friends, but that never really sailed as he discovered her betrayal soon enough. 

Given his forgiving nature, it doesn’t make sense to have Sanji heartbroken or hating her. So, no hard feelings and we can see by Sanji’s expression this chapter, that the acting is over and so are his pervert faces (which is another hint that Sanji was only struggling with his primal instincts). All that matters now is Luffy and his friends. Perhaps Oda was really giving a message with the latest chapter titles (Consummate Actor, Consummate Thinker, Consummate Gentleman). There is nothing about love, just a plan that involved Sanji being an actor and a gentleman, that touched the evil bride’s heart by chance. 

We don’t know what will happen between the two but Oda could have focused a lot in Sanji carrying Pudding (like he focused with Sanji carrying Nami in Thriller Bark), but he didn’t. The focus is on Sanji worried about the plan.

It’s also interesting that Oda didn’t show any sign of Pudding’s reaction. I believe it was on purpose, since he knows the audience is dying to know if she will switch sides or not. He wants to create mystery, and now there is a possibility that he will go for a twist (like Pudding backstabbing Sanji despite his kindness) or the expected (Pudding changes sides or remains a ‘reluctant’ enemy). Of course, your interpretation of what a twist and what the expected is might be the complete opposite. Honestly, I think everything could happen now. ^^ 

The exciting part is that my girl Nami is really taking her role seriously and she seems to be going at Sanji (and Pudding?) direction, acting as leader of the rescue team:

Last chapter she was also the one who reacted after the gunshot:

By the way she is acting and how she is holding her weapon, my hopes that she gets a real fight increased a bit after this chapter.

It’s not a bad thing to remember how Nami was really eager to fight the enemy as long as Sanji would come back with her:

We also know that the Vinsmokes are really a complicated bunch, Nami could be targeted by the Vinsmoke brothers, especially if they misunderstand things and believe that the Strawahts shot the priest and are ruining the wedding. If something like that happens, I hope that Sanji intervenes for Nami’s sake and, perhaps, he finally gets his revenge (let’s not forget that Sanji is covering his injured face and Nami doesn’t know it). If Sanji and Nami get to work together here, it would be great to see how their relationship develops as they didnt talk since Nami told him she was going to put things aside until the situation is resolved.

If things go in the opposite direction and the Vinsmokes revolt against Big Mom, there is the possibility of Pudding being kidnapped by Judge as he said he would do something like that if Big Mom threatens them. Also, the flashback Pudding had with Lola, possibly ties her story with Nami (as Lola’s sworn sister). In short, I can see both the Vinsmokes and Pudding having a lot to do with Sanji’s and Nami’s personal arcs in this Tea Party, maybe it could even happen at the same time (or maybe it won’t happen at all). But if Pudding becomes a damsel in distress (I hope not), it would be really interesting if Sanji’s chivalry is explored with Nami there again, like the conversation they had in Enies Lobby. 

The possibilities of Sanji and Nami interacting in this final part of the arc are really interesting and I hope Oda delivers it. ^^

Pentagon Reaction | Getting Turned On By Being Touch On The Neck Pt2.

Request:  helloooo can you do a pentagon reaction to their s/o not letting anyone near their neck and then they find out it’s beacause they get turned on easily by some kind of touch in the area, idk if this makes sense haha have a good dayy💕

A/N: So I am gonna post this now instead of adding it to my queue since I already have another Pentagon reaction in my queue. And also if I didn’t it wouldn’t be posted till like the 23ed and such so yeah…hope you like it haha. I didn’t write much because I am working on Well Tailored so hopefully this is ok.

Part 1 | Part 2

Yeo One

Originally posted by woozeok

He may act sweet and innocent when he finds out but while you are asleep he decides to find out why you don’t want him to after his curiosity got the better of him. He would lightly trace his finger along your neck up to your ear and you would let out a moan causing him to pull away. You would open your eyes in shock to see a blush spread across his cheeks. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself” 

Yan An

Originally posted by woozeok

He would think long and hard about why you didn’t want him to. He thought it was so weird, he just couldn’t understand why. Especially after you told him you didn’t want to tell him why. One day he would just corner you about it tired of thinking it through. You would tell him and he would just nod.

“That’s what you were worried about? Don’t worry love I won’t touch your neck unless you ask me to.”


Originally posted by y-u-t-o

He wouldn’t even know you didn’t even know you had a problem with people touching your neck because normally he never did, but one night after one too many drinks between the two of you, his hand grazed your neck and you moan. he would step back and straighten up. Gulping and grabbing at the collar of his shirt. Things would go quiet and you would both just stare at each other. 

“Sorry” he would mumble before you both continued to walk in silence.  


Originally posted by kinoed

This mischievous boy, He liked to bite you, a lot. Usually, he would just bite your arm, but one day he decided to bite your neck eliciting a moan and he would smirk loudly as he continued to bite your neck, causing you to moan more. 

“Ah, you like that don’t you?”


Originally posted by woozeok

You would tell him if he touched your neck he dies, and you would also tell him what it did to you. He would be a little shy about it when you first told him, but he grew out of the shyness real quick and would tease you about it, eventually acting on it and would poke your neck. When you reacted he would laugh as you started to chase him

“YAH! YOU’RE SO CUTE!” he would say as he ran away from you. 


The Princess and the Demon - Damian Wayne x Reader

Requested by Anon -  an imagine about young Damian Wayne falling for a girl in a pink princess costume at the Wayne’s Halloween Gala

Damian stood in the far corner of the ballroom, seething at the costumed people around him. They fluttered around like deranged birds, ignoring him in favor of their own selfish socializing. 

He fidgeted in the ugly prince costume Alfred insisted he wear. It itched like poison ivy against his skin, but he refused to scratch, believing it to be a sign of weakness. Damian’s scowl grew even deeper.

“You don’t have to look like you’re going to kill someone, Damian,” Bruce reprimanded gently, having escaped the hoard of single women trying to entrap him to find Damian’s sulking in the corner. “This is part of the job.”

“Yes, I know, Father,” Damian grumbled. “We must play the part in order to ensure our secret.” He rolled his eyes as Bruce’s hand rested on his shoulder. “That doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it.”

Bruce sighed before adjusting the collar of his own prince costume. The entire family decided to attend the ball in prince costumes if only to add to the family’s flamboyant image. “Well, it will only be for a few more hours.”

“If I last that long,” Damian mumbled as Bruce slipped back into the crowd. Damian crossed his arms, slumping against the wall. The band started to play as some of the costumed people in the center of the room began to dance. He frowned when he saw his father dancing with a lovely woman dressed as a cat. 

Suddenly, it happened. A group of people separated, heading towards the buffet table, and you stepped into view. Damian’s heart stopped in his chest as he found he could no longer draw breath. 

You were dressed in a puffy pink dress with a sparkling mini tiara on your head. While Damian would normally think the dress was ridiculous, on you it was magnificent. He noticed you appeared to be as uncomfortable as he was. 

For a time, Damian watched you from afar. He moved only when his view of you got blocked by groups of guests. Eventually, Damian felt the need to approach you, though he didn’t understand why. However, you beat him to it.

“Hi,” you began, appearing at his side. Damian jumped, surprised at your sudden presence. He only lost sight of you for a second. “I noticed you were staring at me.”

“I was not staring at you,” Damian replied hurriedly, doing his best to sound uninterested. “You just happened to be in the direction I was looking.” You laughed, knowing he was lying.

“Right…so do you want to go do something?” you asked, gesturing towards the door. 

“What?” Damian was startled by the bluntness of your words. He couldn’t believe you were talking to him, it almost felt surreal.

“Well, I figured since I am bored, and you look bored, we can go do something else.” You looked at him curiously as his mouth opened and closed like a fish. “You do live here, right? So, there is something fun we can do, isn’t there?”

Damian’s brain took a long moment to comprehend what you said. “Yeah,” he stammered, speechless for the first time in his life. “There are lots of things we can do.”

“Great.” You smiled cheerful, taking his hand. “Let’s go.” Damian’s hand burned at your touch. A shiver ran up in his spine as if your touch was magic. He lost his breath again.

You pulled him out of the ballroom and down the hallway before he recovered enough to take charge. “We can go to the game room,” Damian suggested, guiding you through the halls. An uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you as you walked. Damian cleared his throat before meeting your eye. “Your costume is nice.” He winced at his weak word choice.

“Yeah, my dad picked it out,” you explained, smiling at the awkward complement. “I wanted to dress up as Freddy Fazbear, but he said I had to be a ‘proper lady’.

TT,” Damian huffed, not wanting to admit he had no idea who Freddy Fazbear was. “Nevertheless, you look lovely.”

“Well, thank you. You look handsome as well,” you commented back, smiling at the blush growing on his cheeks.  You both reached the game room with Damian opening the door for you.

“Wow, this is so cool,” you gasped, running in to check the assortment of video game consoles and other things in the room. “Now, I see what you meant by lots of thing we could do.”

TT.” Damian entered the room after closing the door behind him. He watched you in fascination as you struggled to kneel down to look at the collection of games. Damian knelt down beside you, loving how bright your eyes were as you took in the titles. “Which one do you want to play?”

“You have a Super Nintendo,” you exclaimed, noticing the Super Nintendo games lined up on the shelf. You started to look through them while Damian wondered what a Super Nintendo was. He vowed to learn more about this room if only so he could understand what you were talking about. Actually, this was the second time he had been in this room. The first time was when Dick tried to force him into some brotherly bonding. It didn’t end well.

“Do you want to play one?” Damian asked, trying to hide his ignorance.  You gave him a excited look, making Damian’s heart skip a beat. 

“Yes!” You pulled out a game, holding it up for him to see. “Ooo, you have Super Mario World. This has good co-op, so we both can play.” You looked at Damian, waiting for a response. Damian nodded quickly in response as you struggled to your feet in your puffy dress. You moved over to the console, putting in the game. 

Damian grabbed the remote to turn on the television as you booted up the system. “I must admit…I am not completely familiar with this…console.” 

You gave him a bright smile, stuffing a controller in his hands as the main title popped up on screen. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” 

TT,” Damian huffed, his face remaining blank as you struggled to sit down on the couch in your puffy pink dress. He glanced back at the cartoon man running on the screen before looking back to you with a smirk appearing on his face. Maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Have you seen Damian?” Bruce asked Alfred after searching the emptying ballroom for ten minutes. He had planned to grab Damian and sneak away to go on patrol, but he couldn’t find him anywhere.

“I did see him sneak out of the room with a pretty young girl about two hours ago,” Alfred informed as he gathered scattered glasses from various places in the ballroom. 

“What?!” Bruce’s mouth dropped open. The possibilities forming in his head.

“Oh, don’t worry, Master Bruce. Master Damian has not reached the age where that would be a concern,” Alfred reassured, frowning at a chip in one of the glasses. “I believe they are in the game room.”

Bruce’s frown deepened as he headed towards the game room. The closer he got, the louder the laughter grew. Gently opening the door, Bruce was shocked by what he saw.

Damian and you were laughing while they both played the Mario game Bruce remembered playing with Dick once or twice. A smile broke onto his face as he saw Damian just as bad at it as he was.

They were having so much fun, Bruce almost felt bad about interrupting. “Damian, we have to say goodbye to our guests.” Damian jumped to his feet, a embarrassed blush burned onto his face.

“Of course, Father,” Damian answered, raising his nose into the air. He held out his hand to you as you got up from your seat.

“Oh, I better go find my dad,” you said, straightening your dress while taking his hand to stand up. “Thanks for making this party fun, Damian. I hope we can do this again.”

“You’re welcome,” Damian mumbled, blushing even brighter when he heard Bruce chuckle at him.  Suddenly, a different voice distracted the three of you.

“Excuse me, Bruce, but have you seen (Y/N)?” a deep voice called out from down the hallway. Bruce smiled at the man before gesturing into the room. 

“She’s in here,” Bruce answered as the origin of the voice appeared at the door. You smiled while Damian’s jaw dropped open.

“There you are, (Y/N). I was worried,” Oliver Queen, your father, replied. He narrowed his eyes when he noticed you were in the same room as Damian. 

Damian turned to look at you with a stunned expression. “Oliver Queen is your father?” he gasped. He couldn’t believe someone as wonderful as you could come from someone as incompetent as that.  

“Yeah,” you admitted, raising an eyebrow. Lowering your voice, you leaned over to him. “He only found out two months ago.” Damian nodded slowly, understanding the situation. 

“(Y/N), we need to get going,” Oliver reminded, not liking how close you were to Damian. He turned to shake Bruce’s hand, thanking him. 

“So,” you began, shifting around uncomfortably. “It was nice to meet you, Damian.”

“Yes, it was nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” Damian replied. His face was redder than his Robin suit. You looked at him for a moment before getting a playful smile on your face. Suddenly, you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. 

Time stopped for Damian, his skin tingling from the pressure of your lips. You seemed to know the effect you had on him. Grabbing his phone from the table where he had left it after taking it out of his pocket earlier, you typed fast as the gaze of your fathers burned into you.

“Call me,” you whispered before running towards Oliver, who frowned at you. You both said goodbye to Bruce, walking down the hallway. Damian could hear Oliver’s scolding echoing down the hallway as you went. 

“Damian, let’s go,” Bruce said, grinning like a mad man. “We need to get on patrol.”

“Yes, Father,” Damian coughed, trying to recover from your kiss. He walked out of the room stiffly. Bruce rested a hand on his shoulder, guiding him down the hallway. “Father?”

“Yes, Damian.”

“You don’t need to tell Grayson about this,” Damian demanded, his cheeks burning. 

Bruce smiled, swallowing his laughter. “Don’t worry, Damian. Your secret is safe with me.” 

anonymous asked:

Congrats on your new blog! For a request I was wondering how poly! Cygate, Rodimus, Drift, and Whirl would react to their previously human s/o suddenly turning cybertronian permanently after drinking some foreign elixir by mistake?

Hello dear and thank you so much! This is actually a really interesting concept and I had fun writing these headcanons. I got a tiny bit angsty but there’s some fluff thrown in to counter balance it. Anyway I hope that you like this~! :)


  • The moment that their s/o goes from flesh covered and small to huge and made of metal, there’s screaming on all sides. Their s/o is screaming and frantically clawing at themselves and Tailgate is running around in circles, yelling for help while crying. Then both turn to him, yelling in fear and unsure of what to do. Cyclonus is suddenly overcome with an ache in his helm.


  • But he’s also extremely alarmed. He immediately calms down both Tailgate and their s/o to the best of his ability, coaxing them to slowly stop freaking out. His concern for the moment is figuring out how this happened and if it can be reversed. As soon as he mentions going to the medbay, Tailgate is picking up their s/o and speeding off. Cyclonus has to rush after them because there’s no way Tailgate remembers how to get back to the ship. He catches up with them and is tempted to scold Tailgate, but the fear in the minibot’s optics (and tears still flowing) makes him change his mind.


  • Both are very tense while waiting for Ratchet to figure out what the hell is going on. Tailgate is still sniffling and Cyclonus wraps an arm around him, silent but terribly worried. His grip becomes a little too tight at one point and Tailgate’s squeak is the only reason he notices, he’s so consumed with his thoughts. But both are absolutely determined to be there for their s/o and whatever the prognosis, they will help their s/o through it. They make this clear to their s/o.Tailgate also holds his s/o’s servos the whole time just so they can both be comforted by the touch.


  • But once they are told that their s/o will permanently be a Cybertronian, there’s a lot of shock between the two. Tailgate starts crying again because he can tell they’re upset, so they both go over and comfort their s/o the best they can. For the next couple of months, they are a constant support. They  teach their s/o all about Cybertronian’s and what it means to be one. Cyclonus is best at the actual teaching of important history and how to work their body, while Tailgate keeps them upbeat and positive.


  • When it happens, he’s actually turned away talking to someone else while his s/o gets a drink. It’s only when he hears them scream that he whips around, ready to kick somebody’s aft for hurting his s/o. When he sees a Cybertronian in their place, he immediately jumps to the conclusion that they hurt his s/o or are trying to kidnap them. He takes out his guns and there’s even more screaming, as he demands them to give his s/o back or he’ll shoot. It would take several bots recounting seeing this happen and his s/o convincing him for him to finally calm down.


  • But once he does, then he’s FREAKING OUT AGAIN BECAUSE HOLY SLAG HIS S/O ISN’T HUMAN ANYMORE! He’d grab them by their arm and yank them along behind him, quickly trying to get to Ratchet and not realizing that he may be hurting them. When they arrive, he busts in the door of the med bay, once again yelling and waving his claws around madly. It takes forever before Ratchet is actually able to look at his s/o because Whirl keeps threatening him.


  • He stays by their side and gets nasty if Ratchet tries to get him to leave (so the poor medic eventually gives up). He talks to his s/o a little strangely, because he’s trying not to show his s/o how scared he is. He doesn’t know if this is reversible and if it’s not, will they blame him? He bought that drink for them when they wanted to try it and now he’s riddled with guilt. Which in turn means that he’s angry as all hell and occasionally mutters under his breath about going back to that bar and killing the bartender.


  • Once he finds out it’s permanent, he sags and won’t look at his s/o. He gets up to leave, not able to handle his s/o hating him. It takes them reaching out and telling him that they don’t blame him and love him for him to come out of it. He’s still upset but as time goes on, he does come to appreciate it. No more worries of accidentally poking his s/o through with one of his claws! He tries to help as best as he can but probably plays some pranks on his s/o while teaching them.


  • Rodimus and his s/o are at the bar, fooling around and laughing loudly, both super drunk because they’re on a break so why not? When his s/o orders a foreign drink from the bartender, he doesn’t think twice about it, just cheers his s/o on. It takes a moment for it to register in his foggy mind when his s/o changes and begins screaming. They have to shake him and then suddenly his optics are widening and fear is coursing through him. Primus no.

  • It’s a mad scramble back to the ship, both bots trying to walk straight when they’re off their asses (and his s/o just trying to figure out HOW to walk in their new body). Luckily, they get some help from some of the other bots from the Lost Light that were in the bar. Rodimus is doing his best to keep calm because his s/o is crying and losing their shit. Even though he’s drunk he knows that this is serious and guilt is already starting to eat away at him.

  • When they finally reach the medbay, these two are so frantic and Rodimus is drunkenly yelling stuff that doesn’t make sense. They stumble their way into the medbay, trying to get to Ratchet and end up colliding into each other. Both fall over on top of each other and then lay there on the floor, doing their best to get untangled while still crying & yelling. Meanwhile Ratchet is just standing where he was working on a patient, with a blank expression on his face, wondering to himself why Primus makes him deal with these fragging glitches.

  • As Ratchet and the other medics get to work on Rodimus’ s/o, he stays right by his s/o’s side, holding their hand and doing his best to remain strong for them. He’s sobering up quickly and the two are talking lowly as the medics work. They don’t blame him, even after they’re told it’s permanent and there’s a part of him that is greatly relieved his s/o doesn’t hate him. So, he does what he can for his s/o and often shirks his Captain duties just to help them through the tough adjustment period. One thing he can admit to himself is that he likes being able to fully hold them in his arms now. But Rodimus will never truly forgive himself for what happened to his s/o.


  • Drift is the most calm bf ever the moment his s/o suddenly changes into a Cybertronian in front of him. On the inside he’s panicking but he remains cool on the outside because his s/o is terrified and he’ll be damned if he lets them down. He immediately picks them up, no time to waste trying to help them figure out how to walk. Then he’s busting his aft out of there, barking move! at anyone stupid enough to be in his way.


  • As they go, he’s constantly murmuring words of comfort to his s/o. Don’t worry he’s got you, it’s going to be okay, they’re going to figure this out. It’s the only thing that keeps his s/o from completely breaking down, that and Drift strong grip on their Cybertronian frame. When they bust into the medbay, he quickly explains the situation to Ratchet and though he’s still mostly calm, the medic can see the fear brewing in his optics. As the medics get to work, he stays by his s/o, letting them squeeze his hand as hard as they want.


  • He continues to try his best to help his s/o through this but his mind is starting to blank now that everything is really setting in. What will this mean for their relationship? Will his s/o blame him if it’s not reversible, will he be able to properly help them adjust? It’s too much for him but he can’t leave his s/o when they’re going through this, he won’t. So he’s there when they both learn that his s/o will be a Cybertronian permanently and he holds his s/o as they cry into his chasis.

  • The time afterwards where they are adjusting is hard for both but if anything, their relationship only gets stronger. Drift is a patient and understanding teacher and even better bf, helping his s/o learn how to navigate being a different species. He takes them to Rung if they’re not doing well mentally and teaches them yoga to help them relax. He’s also much more careful about what either of them drinks when they go on breaks to foreign planets.