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He Hides the Fact He's Sick On Tour From You and Insults You When You Try To Take Care of Him


“Oh y/n, thank goodness you’re here” Louis smiles, sighing in relieve as he hangs up the phone that was previously pressed against his ear.

“I’ve miss you so much.” I smile, running into him to hug him as tight as possible.

I haven’t seen Louis in six months, and even though I’m not here for him, I’m still glad I’m here with him. He’s like a brother I’ve never had, and not being able to see him was tough to go through.

“I don’t know how you’re able to do this, but thank you for picking me up from the tour bus” I smile, releasing the hug as I fixed the strap to my luggage on my shoulder.

“No problem! We were right by here anyway” he insists, sliding his phone in his pocket.

I nod, looking around before turning my attention back to Louis. I give him a small smile before patting his back so that we can go.

“How’s tour?” I ask, walking with him out the back entrance of the airport.
The night breeze made me shiver, hugging my jacket closer to my body in attempt token warm.

“Good, but stressful. We’ve been replacing and taking care of Harry for weeks” he sighs, kicking the pavement with the bottom of his shoes.

I frown. I hate knowing Harry isn’t himself. It’s awful. I’ve never realized how much it hurts when someone you’re in love with is in pain, especially when you can’t help them. You wish nothing but for yourself to be in that position rather than them, no matter what the condition.

“Well, I hope he doesn’t mind I’m here” I breathe out.

Harry doesn’t want the boys to let me know he has fallen ill. I don’t know why, but apparently everytime Louis says he’s going to tell me, Harry freaks out and refuses. I don’t know whether he’s scared for me to see the state he’s in, or he just doesn’t want me to worry. But no matter what the reason, I refuse to leave his side until he’s recovered.

“Here we are.” Louis exhales, leading me toward the front of the tour bus as he unlocks the door. “Just stay behind me and hide in the bathroom until I tell you to, okay?”

I nod, mumbling a quiet “okay” before stepping into the bus. I’m welcomed by Niall, Liam, and Zayn fighting about whether the recent football game was unfair or not. They all seem too involved in their disputes for me to intrude, so I try to sneak by them by attempting to go unnoticed.

“Oh Y/n’s h-“

“Shhh!” I shush, interrupting Niall as I point to the bunk room.

They all nod, giving me thumbs up before continuing their conversations.

I shake my head with a smile before following Louis to the bunk room, tucking myself into the bathroom so that I’m hidden from Harry.

“Harry, you feeling better?” Louis asks, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

My heart almost stops at his appearance. When he attempts to sit up, he fails immediately as his body is too weak to hold up his weight. He’s pale, nearly transparent, and his chest is dripping with sweat. His eyes are blue and veiny, almost black from being sunken in so much. His hands are shaking uncontrollably, spots of dry vomit on them.

“No” Harry answers, letting out a groan. “If anything, I feel worse.”

Louis shakes his head at him. 

“Is there anything I could do to help? Like, would Y/n help?” Louis asks, turning towards me as he nods his head.

I slowly walk toward the room, but halt my actions when I hear Harry speak again.

“Oh God, no. She won’t help. If anything she’s going to make it worse by coming here. She’s not going to give me any fucking peace and quiet and she won’t leave me alone. She always does that when I’m sick. That voice makes me even more sick.”

My heart drops as I take the last couple of steps to the room. All I ever do is try to help him, no matter what it costs me, but I never knew he felt that way about it. My eyes rim with tears when he looks up at me. His breathing becomes harsh, but I look away the second I’m able to. I feel intimidated, small, especially when he says harsh words about me. 

I wipe a small tear away from my cheek, but shake off my emotions. This isn’t worth my tears, at least not enough for him to see them.

“I’ll be uh—I’ll be with the guys, Louis” I smile softly.

He turns to me, giving me a sympothetic look. He mouths a short “I’m sorry”, but it isn’t his fault. He didn’t know Harry was going to act that way towards me, because he wasn’t supposed to. He was supposed to be happy and relieved. So I just nod, slowly making my way toward the kitchen area.

The boys are still arguing about the game as they microwave themselves a late dinner. I swiftly pour some water into a glass, filling it up half way before I take a seat on the couch. I carefully take the remote from the arm and turn the channel to the Food Network, just to see if there’s any soup recipe I can cook for Harry.

I stare blankly at the screen, not really having any intention on communicating to anybody. What Harry says really matters to me, especially when we’ve talked about a future together. I don’t want to fuck anything up, and I’m starting to wonder if anything else I do bothers him this much.

“You know he’s just not feeling so well, right?” Louis asks me, taking the space next to me.

I shrug, taking a sip of my water.

“I guess” I mumble.

“He’s just been losing sleep and puking and just awful things”.

“I know” I say, taking another sip of my water as I kept my gaze directly at the screen.

“Are you still going to take care of him?” Louis asks, streching his arm out behind my head, supporting it on the couch.

“Of course. I’m going to make him some tea” I murmur, giving him a small smile.

Even though I am mad at him, I can’t stop feeling bad for the fact he’s ill. He can barely sit up without falling down, and it crushes me knowing he was so weak and unwell.

As I make him tea, I take out two advils for his headachs while heating him up some soups. Waiting for it to be complete, I greet the boys a proper hello as they all tackle me in hugs. I laugh, feeling genuinely happy for the first time since my arrival.

“Y/n! We’ve missed you so much, it’s like we’re missing our sixth member!” Liam says enthusiastically 

“Awe guys! I’ve missed you!”

They all laugh, giving me an extra squeeze before letting me take care of Harry. I organize the meal nicely on a tray, hoping Harry will talk to me. I don’t want to regret coming here for him, because I’m starting to think I am. 

I walk carefully to his bed, hoping that he will apologize once he sees me, or at least accept what I’ve made him. 

I quietly slide the door open, looking to the bottom left bunk to check up on Harry. Harry is swallowed in blankets, typing away on the keyboard of his phone. He let out a couple of coughs and sneezes while I try to figure out what to say to him.

I don’t want him to ignore me, that’s the last thing I want. After six months without him with me, I want him to show he missed me as much as I missed him. But deep down, I know it wasn’t going to be like that, no matter how much I want it to.

“I uh—I made you tea and some soup and got you some Advil” I mutter with caution.

Harry, however, stays silent as he keeps scrolling through his twitter feed, acting as if I’m not there. My heart feels like it’s being taken away from me, but I’m not giving up to try and get him to let me in.

“Do you want it?” I speak with shakiness.

The tapping on his screen is the only response I get. My eyes brim with tears again. I look down at the tray, wanting him to understand that I want to make him better. He’s all I cared about, and it breaks me knowing he’s blind from seeing that.

I sniffle, placing the tray on the little stand behind his bunk before I exit the room, sliding the door closed. I place my forehead against the door, breathing in deeply to compose myself.

Once I feel the tears start to go away, I turn around, ready to go to sleep. But Louis grabs my waist. I gasp, my hand touching my heart as I try to regain my breathing.

“You scared me, Louis.” I chuckle.

He looks down at me with so much concern, playing with my hair around his fingers. He frowns, looking down at his feet before looking up at me again.

“Y/n, I’m starting to feel like shit. I think I’m catching what Harry has. Can you take care of me?” he asked. 

My eyebrows crease inwards, confusion consuming the remains of my emotions.

“But you were fine ten minutes ago”.

Louis pouts again, placing hair behind my ear. He ducks his head to meet eye level with me, and his face is showing nothing but desperation.


I sigh, nodding my head as I slide open the door again, guiding Louis inside. I take a look at the tray I made Harry, which was left untouched. Of course it’s untouched. What was I suppose to expect?

“I guess you can have this since Harry didn’t eat it” I murmur, grabbing the tray behind Harry’s mattress and placing it on Louis’ lap.

“Thank you” he smiles, before slirping the soup with content.

“This is absolutely delicious, Y/n. Thank you.”

I smile at him, moving back and forth between my toes and heals as I look around the room. I don’t know what to do, because I don’t really believe Louis is sick, and I don’t want to make Harry mad. 

“Well, I’ll get going. Call me if y-“

“No” Louis whines, putting the tray behind his mattress.

He slides his body against the wall, leaving just enough room for me to fit next to him.

“Can you sleep with me? I don’t want to be alone in this state.”

In moments like this, Harry would start screaming if I had even touched one of the boys’ beds. But now, he’s just staring blankly at Louis, not moving a muscle. I guess if Harry doesn’t care if I put Louis to sleep, I shouldn’t, either.

“Sure” I sigh.

Once I slide into the bunk, Louis instinctively wraps his arms around my waist. His chin nuzzles into my neck, his cheek laying ontop of mine as he smiles contently. I let out a yawn, the time difference starting to get the best of me. Whenever I took care of Harry, I always played with his hair before he fell asleep. He said it’s the most relaxing thing, especially when he’s sick. So I lift my arm up and started to play with Louis’ hair. Twisting it and pulling it around my fingers gently.

“Hmmm” Louis sighs, his body relaxing around mine.

In a matter of minutes, I hear Louis snore quietly. I sigh, pealing myself off of Louis as I got out of bed. I rub my eyes, letting out a quiet yawn as I check up on Harry. He’s staring emotionless at me, almost like he’s staring right through me. I scoff at him, placing the semi-warm tea on the nightstand behind him again, making sure I’m quiet so I don’t wake Louis up.

“It’s still warm.” I growl before exiting the room.

The rest of the boys give me a hug and kiss goodnight before I make it to the living area of the bus. I make sure the bunk room door is closed and the driver curtain is closed before I start to change into pajamas. I swiftly flick off the light before I cuddle into the couch, wrapping a small comforter half my size around myself. 

“This isn’t even” I groan, lifting the comforter off my body.

I growl at the situation. Cold and uncomfortable, I start turning endlessly across the couch, trying hard to find a comfortable position. After putting my arm underneath my head, I start feeling content enough to slowly drift off to sleep. Before my body is fully asleep, right when I’m about to slumber, two strong arms wrap around me, lifting me up from the couch.

I groan, opening my eyes to see a tired, unreadable Harry. I want to punch him in the chest in order for him to let me go, but I’m half asleep, and his body is so warm, I can’t do anything besides cuddle into him more.

He slowly brings me into his bunk with him, sliding the curtains shut before pulling me into his body. He puts the comforters up to our chins, making me warm up within seconds.

“I haven’t gotten sleep” he mumbles, holding me closer into him, as if it’s even possible to hold me closer than he is now, “and I think I know why”.

Bucky Imagine #2 | Human Again

Originally posted by bucha-nan

“What do you feel like, Bucky? Want just a trim?”

He was quick to shake his head, the hair in question falling into his eyes.

“I want it gone. Can you,” he paused, “can you do something like you do for Steve?”

“Still fond of the 40’s cut, huh?” (y/n) hummed in thought, running her fingers gently through the long brown tresses. “Sure, I can do that. Tilt your head back a little, Sugar, so I can wash it for you.”

Bucky gently let himself lean back into the kitchen sink, his body stiff and rigid. As soon as he felt her fingers on his scalp, however, he was putty in her hands. She laughed under her breath, using her fingernails to massage a little firmer when he pushed into her touch.

“That water temperature okay?”

He grunted in an answer, not trusting his own voice right now. He almost whined when he felt her hands leave him but in an instant they were back, and the smell of fruit and flowers filled his nose. She lathered up the shampoo, continuing her wonderous attention on his head.

“Sorry, I ran out of the stuff I usually use for the guys.”

He shrugged as much as he could in the position he was in, not wanting to admit he actually preferred the more feminine smelling soap. She scrubbed for a few more minutes than necessary, enjoying the small sighs of contentment that he couldn’t hold in. Too soon for his liking, she rinsed out the suds and wrapped a towel around his shoulders.

“Okay, go ahead and sit up.” He followed orders, droplets of water falling down his cheeks and chin. “Whoops, sorry honey.” (y/n) dabbed the water off him with a second towel, ruffling up his hair to remove as much moisture as she could. He looked like a poodle when she pulled away, and if she would have known him a little better, she would have laughed out loud at the Winter Soldier’s current appearance.

She led him to the second chair in the middle of the kitchen, combing out the tangles as gently as she could. Bucky hadn’t been here for long, so she was careful to avoid anything that could possibly trigger him. She picked up the shiny hair shears slowly, making sure to tell him exactly what she was doing with every step.

“I’m just gonna start trimming okay?” He nodded. “Alright, here we go.”

It took the better part of an hour to work out all the knots, cutting off bits here and there to make it all easier to clip. She ran the clippers slowly across the sides, shortening them to the perfect length, but paused when she reached the top section of hair.

“How about we keep the top a little long?”

He had to force himself to answer her, too blissed out with the attention he was receiving. It had been years since he felt another human’s hand in a loving way and he couldn’t really muster a response, just hummed low in his chest.


She giggled, trimming the top section so it fell forward in a quiff. When he no longer felt her presence behind him, he opened his eyes, startled to see her now standing in between his legs. (y/n) was unphased by his reaction, leaning down just inches from him and tugging his hair forward in her fingers. He swallowed thickly, trying to avert his eyes but she tugged a bit harder in retaliation.

“Nu-uh, look ahead at me so I can check the length.”

This woman is killing me.

“Good, nice and even,” she patted his cheek in praise, much like he had seen her do to Tony. She grabbed a little bottle off the counter, squirting some of its contents out and rubbing it between her palms. Bucky fidgeted when she brought her hands back to his hair, returning to her previous scratch/massage motions.

“What’s that?” He asked, curious as he felt her begin to comb and shape the locks into place.

“Just a little pomade, er, I guess to you and Steve it would have just been called ‘gel’.” He could remember hair gel but never really used it, it made his hair uncomfortably crunchy. He sniffed the air, catching a whiff of the sweet fragrance when she scrunched up the sides.

“Smells good.” (y/n) agreed, grabbing a straight razor to trim the stray hairs on the back of his neck.

“It’s green apple, one of my favorites. Hold still.” The cool metal of the razor felt good against his skin and he had to admit he was a little sad when she announced that she was finished. She unwrapped the towel from his shoulders, handing him a small pink mirror. “There ya go, whad’ya think?”

Bucky was shocked to think that the man in the reflection was really him. His hair was perfectly styled, short and neat but with a new little flair. It took him back to the 40′s, before everything went wrong, and it flooded him with warmth. The feeling was overwhelming and before he could talk himself out of it, he had pulled (y/n) in for an almost bruising bear-hug.

“Thank you. Thank you for making me feel human again.” She smiled against his hard chest, returning his hug with no hesitation.

“You’re so welcome, Bucky.”

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mizzamericnpie  asked:

What would happen if Dean got laryngitis???

“Y/N, hey. Have you seen Dean lately?” Sam caught you in the hallway. You frowned and shook your head.

“Not since he went to bed last night, actually. He said something about not feeling well and then-” You and Sam made brief eye contact before the two of you took off in the direction of Dean’s room. Sam burst through the door and the two of you stopped in your tracks as you looked at the groaning pile of… Dean laying on the bed. You took slow steps toward him and laid your hand on his stomach as you sat beside him. “Not feelin’ much better, huh?” You gave him a sad smile.

“Uh uh.” He hummed, shaking his head and looking at you through squinted eyes. You turned at looked over your shoulder at Sam, giving him a nod and telling him it was okay, you’d take it from there. As he left the room he gave you a look, questioning if there was anything he could do. With a tight smile and a small shake of your head, Sam left the room. 

“What do you need, Dean?” You reached up and ran your hand through his hair, his eyes closing at he relished the feeling. “Anything at all.” His eyebrow raised at that as a smirk crossed his face. “Not that.” You laughed and rolled your eyes. “C’mon, just tell me what I can do to help.”

“N- ah- mmm.” He groaned and pressed on his throat, wincing. 

“Your throat hurts.” You said, and he nodded. “I’ll make you some tea.” As you stood, Dean’s fingers wrapped around your wrist and stopped you from leaving. He mimed twisting the top off a bottle and you chuckled when you realized what he wanted. “Fine, I’ll make it Irish.” You giggled and made your way into the kitchen.

“He alright?” Sam watched as you filled a teapot. 

“His throat’s been buggin’ him. I think we should try to get him to a doctor.” You flicked on the gas stove as Sam scoffed behind you.

“Dean? At a doctor’s office? He patches himself up with duct tape and whiskey. Dean doesn’t even know what a doctor’s office looks like.” Sam explained, turning the page in the book he was reading.

“I think I could convince him to go.” You shrugged, leaning against the counter. 

“Wanna make it interesting?” Sam dug in his pocket and pulled out a $20 bill. 

“Laryngitis. What kind of bitch gets laryngitis?!” Dean croaked from the passenger seat of the Impala.

“I still can’t believe you went to the friggin’ doctor, man.” Sam grumbled, his eyes meeting yours in the rearview mirror as he looked at you from his spot behind the wheel. You shot him a quick wink and sank back against he seat.

“Yeah, uh, - um, Y/N has - has her ways.” Dean cleared his throat and then winced at the rough feeling in the back of his mouth.

“Oh, come on! That’s so not fair!” Sam whined, stopping at the red light and turning around to snarl at you. You shrugged.

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” You grinned.

“Yeah, and damn did she do it. She’ll be the next one complaining about her throat hurting.” Dean nudged Sam who pulled the car to the side of the road.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” 

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just-a-rad-nerd  asked:

what would happen if Dean caught you/you and Sam in the middle of intercorsal relations?

Cute Butt

“Sammy! Y/N!” Dean called out, plopping a greasy paper bag of food on the small table in the bunker’s kitchen. There was no response. With his brows pulled together and a little wrinkle forming above his nose, Dean headed down the long hall. He rounded the corner and tapped his knuckles on Sam’s closed bedroom door. “What’re ya, sleepin’?” Dean turned the knob and pushed the door open. “OH MY GOD!” He slammed the door shut and bolted back to the kitchen. 

A few minutes later, you and Sam joined him, you donning Sam’s red flannel and yoga pants. You poured yourself a glass of bourbon and then one for Sam. You glanced in Dean’s direction and met his eyes briefly. Grabbing a third glass, you filled it almost to the brim and handed it to Dean. 

“A peace offering.” You shrugged with a sad smile on your face. “Sorry, Dean. We thought you’d be gone longer.” 

“Longer? I was gone for damn near an hour!” He swallowed half the liquid in his glass. You and Sam looked at each other, eyes wide. Sam wiggled his eyebrows at you and winked, then raised his hand. You jumped up and high fived him. 

“New record!” You shouted victoriously, your palm smacking against Sam’s and then his coming down in his follow-through and slapping against your ass. 

“Listen, Sammy, I never wanted to see those parts of you.” Dean grumbled and finished off his liquor. You reached behind you and grabbed the bottle, passing it to him and watching him refill his glass. “Your ass was a lot cuter when I used to change your diapers.”

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“It’s not too late to set things right.”

I’mmm still real messed up over little Caligosto here…I do wonder what his younger self would think about his grown up self’s actions….and I wanted him to interact more with Raz, since Cali’s sanity seems to be the most intact in his childhood; you do find his moral compass there, after all. Also I just wanted to get that poor kid a hug in some way aaaa

I think it’s interesting (in the most bitter, horrible way possible) that with Mr. and Mrs. Loboto trying to get rid of a “monster”, they really just ended up creating one. :T World’s worst parents everyone!

Little things Harry would do to make Valentine’s Day special

Spend hours thinking of just the right words to put in your card, crafting the perfect way to explain how much you mean to him.

Insist on taking photos as you open your gifts. And when you protest, saying you’re still in your pajamas, he replies, “Gotta have summat to show our future children, love.”

Buy you a dress in the same shade of baby pink made of the same silky material as your favorite shirt of his. Not so that you’ll stop wearing his, god no; he loves coming home and finding you draped in his shirt, soft legs peaking out from the hem. He loves you in it so much he wants to see all the ways a dress of the same kind would flatter you.

Follow you around, gyrating and singing, as you get ready for the day, pleading with you to sing along. And when you finally let him take your hand, he spins you in a circle, crooning, “Girl, you know I want your love. Your love was handmade for somebody like me.”

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Ivar Imagine #3 | Ivar Is Afraid

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn


“I can’t see you anymore. We have to stop - whatever this is.” 

Ivar sat rigid in his chair, eyes darting anywhere but your face. He knew that there would be hurt in your features and if he dared to look, he would surely crack under the pressure. He heard you sigh and braced himself for your anger, but it never came. Instead, he felt gentle hands cupping his cheeks and soft lips pressing into his forehead. 

“I understand.” 

Oh no…

He had prepared himself for you to be upset, to scream and shout your frustration and then leave him alone. That he could handle, Ivar was familiar with anger, but this… he was lost. He could feel you leaving kisses all over his face, your eyelashes fluttering against his skin as you made your way down. Something inside of him was screaming to push you away, to tell you that you shouldn’t love a monster like him, but he didn’t move. You paused just in front of his mouth, close enough that he could feel your lips move as you spoke but too far away to steal a kiss.

“Ivar, can you let me love you one last time?” 

A-Z NSFW: Chanyeol

Originally posted by porkdo-bi


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A = Aftercare 
If seeing Chan with the twins on RoS didn’t tell you how attentive and loving he is, I don’t know what else to tell you. He has a fucking check list to run through after sex is over to make sure you’re okay, if you’re satisfied, he’ll wipe you down or help you into the bath/shower and help clean you up, before returning to bed for a movie, cuddles, and a nap.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
Does it count if his favorite body part is his entire body? The man is twice the size of an average human in every way; his height is out of this world and his hands are like baseball mitts. With height, comes the fun of being able to tower over you, and basically cover you with himself, and have that good ol’ skin on skin contact, and surround you with his body. His favorite body part on you, however, are your hips. He likes how his large hands look in comparison to your body, how he can control your pace when you top, and how he can pin you down and have you at his mercy.

C = Cum 
Okay listen…Chan is the loudest when he cums, if y’all thought his deep rapper voice was heard during the sex, god forbid anyone’s around when he gets release. He’s tip toes into the mentality of a true dom a bit sometimes, not a lot, so more often that not he ends up releasing on your thighs or tummy, sort of a mark that you’re hisas if the 143 hickies don’t prove that

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
Being the sneaky little shit he is, after one night you’d stayed over, and he woke up alone, he forgot you were in the dorm. The shower was running, so he obviously figured it was one of his members and when to pick the lock so he can pee and get started in the day. But of course, it wasn’t one of the boys, just your naked self showering peacefully. This being before you’d started being intimate, he just stood there and stared for a good minute before he silently freaked out, left, and never told you about it. Oops?

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Chan had a GF when he was younger, the little fucking about pissed himself laughing when D.O. was swinging that balloon thing and suddenly it looked like a dick, but when he had the gf, they were pretty young so I doubt anything happened. That being said, he’s a dirty minded boy with internet, so I’m sure he’s aware of what to do and what everything is.

F = Favorite position
Unless you’re a goddamn giant, height differences are going to be slightly an issue, not much, just a bit. Chan’s favorite position is him sitting against the back of the bed, and letting you have your fun while riding him. That way, you’re on the same level, and he may or may not be a slight sub so you topping really makes his day.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Chan doesn’t have a serious bone in his body, do you really think he’ll be anything but a ball of embarrassing goofiness while his bone is in you?

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
We’ve seen his tummy/abssoft tummy!chan for the winquite a bit, and we’ve definitely seen the happy trail, so he’s no where close to bare(who shaves/waxes their crotch and keeps a happy trail?), but he’s a pretty clean boy, with how much he dyes his hair, I’m sure he’s in the shower a lot, keeping the hair up and clean and whatever, I imagine while he’s there he manscapes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
I think Chan is one of the most romantic members in EXO. I can’t remember what it was, but I think he was filling a jar with paper stars or something of the likes for his girlfriend when he was younger before they broke up, and he kept the jar. He brought flowers for his co-star on the movie he did in China as an apology for the language barrier, he’s just the sweetest boy ever, I can’t imagine that not carrying over into your relationship/sex life. He’s the boy that thinks movie romance is how it is in real life, he decks the room out in scented candles, mood lighting, it gets a bit weird when he plays some of his own music…but it’s Chan so we’ll let that slide.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Chan’s the master of picking locks and getting in bathrooms with other members, so I doubt he’s worried about anyone walking in. The doors locked, he’s safe. Not that it matters, because the boy can’t touch his dick silently, it sounds like a freaking lion is loose in the house, every one knows Chanyeol. I feel like he’s a shower masturbater, like he’s in their washing his hair, cleaning, all that good stuff, and oops I’m rubbing my dick…might as well go the whole nine yards kind of dude.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Don’t mistake his love for you riding him as him being submissive, no no no. Even when you top, majority of the time his hands are guiding and controlling your movement, he’s mostly the dom, of course though, there will be times he lets you have control but on the norm, he’s the boss. Chan’s not a daddy kink guy, he’s more of a yes sir, kind of kink man. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
The bed is the easiest place to do it, and honestly Chan’s kinda lazy lol. It’s just more comfortable, easier to handle(no risk of anyone getting dropped or hurt) and when it’s over he can just cuddle you into his chest and go to sleep. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He’s a begging lover, he love love loves when you beg for him. And honestly, he’s a sucker for you whining to blow off getting dinner or going to the movies, and stay home with you and have your own fun together.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Maybe this was just because you’re a little shit to him, but he now, refuses to allow you to handcuff him. Shit went down when he let you take control one night, and handcuffed him to the bed, aaaaand you lost the key for a good two hours while he’s just trapped on the bed butt ass naked. Never again.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Chan’s rapper tongue is no joke, aside from the fact that boy never stops talking, his tongue was designed by the gods for going down on you, especially since he’s too tired to just pound your brains out, he often spends a good time going down on you to give you the most pleasure he can give you. As for you giving oral to him, he certainly isn’t going to pass up being able to see you on your knees, eyes looking up to him, and your mouth open, obedient as always.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Chan’s height kind of stifles his full potential, he’s somewhat slow but not unbearably slow, you know? He’s pretty rough though, and very thorough with his love making, you’re never left unsatisfied, that’s for sure.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Over your relationship, you could count the amount of quickies you’ve had with Chan on one hand, they’re a very rare occurrence. He likes being able to lay with you and love you to the best of his abilities, and a quickie means all the fun gets cut out because it’s…quick…Chan’s not a fan of them at all.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
After an incident with dropping you during some good ol’ fashion wall sex, he’s hyper aware of how easy it is to get hurteven though you insisted you werent hurthe’s pretty conscious of the risks of different positions and places, so he’s really hesitant to try new things. He might need a bit of convincing to help him comply, but still, risks are far and few in between, he just doesn’t want you hurt.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He gets winded easily, but that’s expected from a member of the royalty that is EXO, he’s working out all the time, practicing all the time, he’s pretty tired when he stumbles through the door, so one round is probably all he can muster up without a good four hour nap in between the next round. But that being said, he’s not tapping out until he knows you’re completely satisfied, if it takes minutes or a hour to get you all set, he’s down for the ride.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
The only toy-ish thing Chan owns is handcuffs. He’s not very big on toys, he’s the ‘i’m the best toy you have!’ kind of dude, you know? The only reason he delves into handcuffs is so he can work hands on when you’re being…squirmy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s not much of a tease, realistically he doesn’t have time to stretch it out, he either needs to be sleeping or flying across the world. Not that if he had time or not matters, he likes you two becoming one, he’s not one to mess around with teasing either you or himself.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Chan has a loud mouth at any given time, he’s a very extra boy, so that definitely carries with him to the bedroom. Top that with his impossibly deep voice, at the very least you can hear the deep tone vibrating through the walls, but I’m willing to bet my leg the whole neighborhood will hear him cursing, grunting, and moaning for you. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He’s 100% dropped you by accident. You didn’t get hurt, thankfully, but it did end up with Chanyeol apologizing over and over and you just laying on the ground, laughing at how much of a flop you two are. That’s the danger of wall sex with a giant human, isn’t it?

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Okay…okay…We have seen that boy’s dick so many fucking times, with how much taller he is than me, and that fucking thing, it’s got to be the size of my fucking forearm, I’m not joking vv

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
I don’t think Chan has a very high sex drive, he doesn’t pop random boners and humps your leg like a dog, no worries about that. Sex drive aside, he’s always yearning for you, he’s kind of a clingy puppy, he never turns down the idea or random thought to have a dance under the sheets.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Listen….this mofo actually crawled into a suitcase and went to sleep ?? He gets winded easily, I imagine he falls asleep fairly quick afterwards, but that’s all good, he’s worked you out so much you’re barely awake too. Just take a nap with him, y’all need it.

anonymous asked:

what would happen if Dean and the reader started singing loudly in the Impala?

Nothing Equals The Splendor

“Carry on my wayward so-ooon!” Your head tipped back as you belted out the chorus to the Kansas song.

“There’ll be peace when you! Are! Do-ooone!” Dean drummed on the steering wheel, joining in with you. 

“Lay your weary head to re-eeeest!” You leaned up and rested your chin on his shoulder as you sang in unison.

“Don’t you cry no more!” 

As you fell against the back of the bench seat, a woman walked over to Dean’s window and knocked on it lightly. He rolled it down with a furrowed brow. 

“Hello, ma’am.” He gave her a killer smile.

“Hi, um I was just wondering if maybe you could keep it down a bit? I have a baby sleeping inside and your singing just woke him up.” She gave a tight, unamused smile. 

“Sorry about that. My girlfriend just loves her classic rock.” He smiled kindly at the woman, who laughed a single syllable and went on her way. You felt your heartbeat pick up as Dean turned and threw his arm over the back of the seat. “Keep it down, sweetheart. You heard the lady.” 

“Y- you called me your girlfriend.” You stammered, staring at the center of his face, avoiding looking directly into his eyes. 

“What else was I supposed to say?” He smiled and shook his head. Defeat crashed over you like waves on the shore.

“Oh.” Your gaze fell to your lap.

“I wasn’t gonna tell some stranger that the girl I’ve been in love with since I was seventeen was singing my favorite song and I had to sing along.” He reached back and grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently as your eyes shot up to meet his. “Yeah, you heard me.” You launched yourself forward, flying over the back of the seat and into Dean’s lap, crashing your lips to his in a bruising kiss.

In your haste, you fell against the steering wheel and ended up laying on the horn. The woman stomped back to Dean’s window and pounded on the glass, throwing her hand on her hip as the two of you parted lips and smiled innocently up at her. You mouthed the word sorry and readjusted yourself, then attacking Dean’s lips with the passion you’d been holding back for years.

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@madelyne-pryor @kurt-nightcrawler @kurtwxgners @alexsunmners @rax-writes @jubillee

You’re walking into the kitchen when you hear Kurt’s signature ‘bamf’ and the overpowering stench of sulfur that you still haven’t gotten used to despite living together for almost five years.

“Kurt, what are you doing?” You ask, not bothering to look up from your phone.

“I thought I would surprise you!” He says, hanging from the utensil rack above the island counter. “Though, I do not think it worked.”

“Sorry, darling, you’re a little bit too obvious.” 

He frowns, crossing his arms over his chest, putting on the show that he was let down and sad. You only laugh at that, setting your phone on the counter and pushing yourself up onto your toes, hands planted on the counter to keep you steady.

“I appreciate the thought, Kurt.” You whisper before pressing a soft kiss on his lips, your nose squished against his chin for just a moment before you go back to what you were doing in the kitchen.

Ivar Imagine #1 | You’re hurt

Originally posted by sensualkisses


Author’s Note: Requested by anon, I hope that you feel better soon!=] Rated General, just fluff and cuddles. 


Training sessions with the Ragnarssons were intense. You knew they were but you had no idea that Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ubbe would all gang up on you at once. Three against one was hardly fair and you now had the injury to prove it. You groaned as you rubbed your ankle, visibally swelling as the pain began to set in. The entire area was red and purple and protested any time you tried to put weight on it, but you did your best to hide that behind a smile. 

“Let me see it,” Ivar demanded but you quickly shook your head no, covering it back up with the blankets. He never complained when he was in pain and you weren’t going to start, either.

“It’s not that bad. I’m fine.” 

He rolled his eyes at your stubbornness, tugging the blankets off of you and scooting closer. He pulled your leg into his lap to inspect the area closely, running his thumb across the bruised bone. You hissed from the pressure, despite his soft touch, causing his frown to deepen. 

“You’re not training with them without me anymore.” You wanted to argue but you knew it was pointless, Ivar would win, anyway. “Keep off of it for a few days. Let the swelling go down and if it’s still not better by then we will call for the healer.” You nodded once again, staring helplessly at the ankle that had betrayed you. 

“What am I suppose to do if I can’t walk?” 

Ivar shrugged his shoulders as he propped your leg up on a few pillows. Not a moment later he was tugging off his tunic and boots, lying down next to you in the large bed. 

“Come here,” he opened his arms. You wanted to say no, to keep trying to convince him that you were fine, but his bare chest did look inviting. The want to fight with him vanished when he to pulled you onto him, his hands immediately running through your hair to soothe you. “We can worry about that later. For now, let’s just sleep. Okay?” You sighed, shifting to slot your face into the crook of his warm neck. 



i really love @catnippackets‘s post with these two stimming its adorable