holy wow this took a long time

Strictly Professional (Part 6)

Summary: Misha comes over to your place for your very first official date. And once again, neither of you can keep your hands to yourselves.

Pairing: Misha x Publicist/PA!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, smut, oral (female receiving)

*nsfw gif below the cut*

Strictly Professional Masterlist

Originally posted by the-captain-destiel

You glanced nervously at the clock, your stomach a bundle of nerves as the time got closer and closer to 8pm.

Five minutes till 8.

Which meant Misha would be there in 5 minutes for your very first official date.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a scenario where Izuku has an older sister who is a pro hero and she is asked to teach a lesson to class 1-A about starting off in the hero business.

wow I really love this ask, but holy hell the costume design took a long time to write. Have some cute brother Izuku moments at the end and I hope you enjoy it!

You were a pro hero, dammit, not a teacher to some snot nosed teenagers. You knew Izuku was going to be in there, and that made you feel a bit better, but the rest you didn’t know. You knew Aizawa, or better known as Eraserhead, but barely. When he asked you about the opportunity, he, and you quote, asked, “Tell them about being a pro hero, they need to hear it from someone who doesn’t hound them every day.” At that you laughed at his face, but then your smile morphed into a horror-filed stare.

What makes him think you could tell these brats about being a pro hero? You had only been in the business for about a year, but you guessed it was because you were gaining attention fairly fast and they would appreciate being taught by someone who sat in their seats recently. You spent the whole night planning a lesson for them; telling them about your quirk, explaining how to get recognized and gaining the public’s attention (because let’s face it, if you wanna make money being a hero, you gotta’ be flashy for the public), and then a fun activity which involved hero trivia. You picked hero trivia because you knew Izuku would be the best at that, and you wanted him to show off his skills to his class.

The morning came and you dressed yourself in your hero costume you designed at their age, and you thought it looked nifty if you said so yourself. You designed it to match your quirk and give you a little fashion as well. The fire resistant fabric adorned your body from the nape of your neck to your ankles, and the arms ended at your wrists. The material on your neck was black and feather like, and it came down into a V shape, nearing the top of your breasts. The rest of the garment’s color was a blaze red that had an ombre effect into a fire orange, with the top being the red and the bottom orange. Gold knee high boots adorned your feet, adding an inch to your height. You were glad you quickly put black fingerless gloves to your costume sheet, because these gloves were bad ass. On you arms, feather like strands of cloth billowed with each step you took, the fabric colored to look like fire. Adding your beak like mask to your face, you were ready to teach these kids about shit you barely understood yourself. You made sure your hair was looking at its best before stepping out the door, locking it with the

Walking down the street in your hero costume was your favorite thing, because people would stop you and either ask for pictures or autographs. Being a pro hero has its perks, and being in the spotlight was one of them. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. The trip to Yuuei was quick, and you held your special permission pass in your hand. Entering the school yard brought you memories of not studying and sleeping in class much to all your teachers dismay.

You waited by the entrance, waiting for Eraser Head to show up and lead you to his classroom. You may have graduated a couple of years ago, but the school was terribly large and you were sure you’d get lost like you did when you went here. When your eyes caught sight of the tired teacher, you walked to meet up with him.

“Hey teach’.” you nodded.

“Call me that again and you’ll be wishing your wings could actually make you fly.” he monotoned, making you smile.

You followed Aizawa up the flight of stairs, your memories from years ago flooding back. This was the staircase you had your first kiss, the break up that broke your heart, and where you and your friends pigged out. Ah, memories of eating food and crying made your heart simmer with nostalgia. The hallway was still the same, but you thought you saw scorch marks on the wall.

The class 1A door was still large and in charge, and the apathetic teacher was still looking at you impatiently. You directed your arm to the door, and with a teasing manner, you said, “You first, Mr. Aizawa.”

He rolled his eyes and opened the door, stepping into the air conditioned room before you. With one foot in front of the other, you put your hero face on and proudly walked into the room.

“Instead of first period today, you’ll be hearing from an actual hero about the job. Ask questions, be engaged, don’t wake me up.” And with that, Aizawa stepped into a sleeping bag and flopped onto the floor.

This was awkward. What were you supposed to do? Introduce yourself, that’s a start! You shook off any nerves you had and beamed.

“Hello, class,” you started. “I’m Phoenix Fire, the pyrokinesis hero! And just like you, I started my path to being a hero here!”

Nobody seemed to be interested in what you were saying; some looking off into space and others looking down at their notes. Well, if they wanted it to be interesting, they could have just asked. You raised a gloved hand and fire shot out. You conjured the fire into a tight ball and threw the ball into the air, making it float. That sure caught their attention.

“That, kids, is what practicing with your quirk can do. When I was sitting in those chairs, all I could do was shoot it out of my mouth like a dragon. Being a hero isn’t just about having the looks or the attitude, or even having a flashy quirk,” You looked the students over, gazing at Izuku for a moment before continuing the inspirational speech you hoped it would be. “It’s about the dedication you put into it. It’s about having the want and need to help others; putting away your fears and anxieties for the benefit of others. You may have a quirk that hoots and shoots out cupcakes, but if you just show it off without actually helping, then you’re as useless as a singular sock in the dyer.”

Your monologue ended, and the students finally began to ask you questions about being a hero, their curiosity peaked. Soon after, the bell chimed and the period had ended. You motioned for Izuku to come over to you as students left the room, eager to get their break from class. Once the classroom was completely empty, save the sleeping Aizawa, you stood beside the short teenager.

“How did I do?” you asked, wanting to hear what he had to say.

“Great, Y/n! It was amazing, and that speech! Did you plan that?”

You chuckled, “Nope, not at all.”

“I’ve missed you,” he said. “So does Mom. It’s weird not having you at home anymore.”

You sighed, “I know, me too. I’ve been meaning to come see you two, I swear I have. I don’t have any fancy excuse for not coming by, either, I just haven’t really thought about it. Don’t think I forgot about you though, because I haven’t, not in a million years.”

Arms wrapped around your shoulders, and you hugged your little brother back. This little dork was the best thing that ever happened to you.

“I could come by today and stay the night. We can stay up and watch movies like we used to.” you mentioned.

“I’d like that.” Izuku agreed.

You both let go of each other. You grinned at him with adornment, “It’s a date then.”

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Oh my god I made an animatic?!?!?!?!?

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Jabra: Gyahahaha!! Oh lord, kid, you’re a literal kid!!

Jabra: This is priceless. Who needs a babysitter now, eh?

Kaku: I do NOT–

Jabra: Kaku, you don’t even come up to my knee. Whether you like it not not, you’ll need a helping hand.

((OOC: WOW HOLY CRAP GUYS????

Thank you so much???? It hasn’t even been two months!!! As a gift back to all of you, here’s a little follower event: Jabra will be a guest, and Kaku will be a child, for an undefined amount of time! Feel free to harass them to your hearts content!!))

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Hello everyone here’s a big ass post containing some of the prettiest shots and frames in Book of the Atlantic there’s a lot so I hope you’re ready!!

Bitch his eye looks so pretty I’m shook

nice contrast also wow he’s crying I just?? realized that?? this is so nice

I like how glowy his eyes are (a lot of these are Ciel because I’m biased CALL ME A STAN)

I would put the rest under “keep reading” but my blog theme is the ugliest shit so I don’t want you people to look at it

anyway

seb looking nice

A G E N U I N E S M I L E

she looks so fierce I love her

Lizzy is actually the most beautiful and amazing girl ever did you know that

I know we all like to shit on the CG boat but I think it looks pretty great here and it probably looks even better on blu ray

I hate him but I’m a sucker for shiny eyes in the dark

good shit

really pretty backgrounds!!

the amount of detail in this is so?? amazing

shinigami eyes are blessings tbh

good lighting and shiny eyes make me WEAK

nothing about this one is super interesting looking but I can really feel ciel’s hand on sebastian’s in this shot IDK WHY I wish I could make gifs so I could show it better skshfkdshfksd

wow I love him?? have you ever seen a boy so beautiful you started crying?? this is so beautiful

BURN BITCH B U R N

i wish I had the raws and the stupid subs weren’t tHERE

MY ACTUAL AESTHETIC W O W these skies are so so pretty 

G O  O D S HIT RIGHT THERE I’m hungry

I can’t remember if this was a panel from the manga arc or not but wow does it look really nice and detailed and coloured perfectly 

GLOWING EYE REEEEEEE

hello yes can I just say that I love the effort they put into the backgrounds and lighting holy wow 

sobbing I love the details fuck

 jsjsafjaskdafdklh okay thats all the screenshots I took sorry it was so long I wish I had gifs for the part where seb/ciel meet for the first time, the lizzy fight scene, and all the other fight scenes because they moved really well eeee I’ll catch you kachiggas later bYe

Wow I can still draw holy shit. A long time ago I started to work on long due giftart for @necromorph-slayinglovemachine of her fursona RB. Since Kaitlyn style is bordering on realism I was excited to see how weird it would look through the oddness of my own style. 

RB is a mix of a hyena and a velociraptor which is the coolest animal combo ever so that’s why she’s riding a skateboard here. That’s literally the logic behind that.

 Anyway the image was a lot of experimenting and having fun even if it took over a month to get done. So enjoy!

anonymous asked:

Okay it's like 6 am and I haven't slept all night but here I am looking up at the ceiling and I thought of this Touken scenario because I like bittersweet plot lines. Okay so imagine the following : After an all-out showdown between the newly reformed CCG and the Goat, everyone's absolutely worn down and some are on the very brink of death. There's rubble and debris scattered all around in the aftermath, and Kaneki has his kakuja unleashed in its fullest, most unhinged form yet. (Part 1)

(Part 2) Like the rest, Kaneki’s also worn out but he’s unable to return to his human form, therefore he throws an unnecessary tantrum. He throws unnamed objects and bodies of people all around the place (lol). Touka befalls as a visionary witness to his internal conflict and she tries calling out his name, despite her imminent fatigue. He shows no reaction whatsoever and resumes his chaotic breakdown. She then proceeds to attempt to ignite a reaction out of him, but to no avail, whatsoever. Then, seeing as her attempts all lead to the failure of ceasing his destructive actions, she tries an alternate approach. She decides to shorten the distance between them, as she concluded that he may not have heard her prior calls as she was situated in a place that was rather distant from where he currently stood. 

So she goes up to him and shouts his name, only to have him twitch and shudder involuntarily. She calls him out again, louder, and he completely stops dead in his tracks. Touka, observing how she has feasibly managed to calm him down, seeks for a closer position to him. As she wordlessly makes her way to him, he looks at her and WHILE COMPLETELY UNCONSCIOUS OF HIS ACTIONS, he IMPALES HER with some random tail/tentacle (?) of his kakuja, and stabs right through her stomach. Though this does very little to faze her, as she continues to step towards him, though her limp is quite prominent. Her eyes are locked on him, and she reaches both her hands out to what looks like his face, and she tenderly holds the sides of it. She whispers his name, and he MAGICALLY (???) returns to his human form. 

Once he regains his composure, he takes note of the lovely warmth that radiate from the hands that currently hold his face. He then looks up to see none other than Touka’s face, a quivering smile on her lips as she struggles to keep in her //pained// whimper. “Let’s go home, Kaneki,” she says. WHEW ok so then Kaneki just mumbled Touka’s name under his breath (simply because he’s in a dumbfound state at witnessing Touka’s beauty) and then she turns around to spit a copious amount of crimson, and he’s about to ask her what happened out of utter concern, when the bright vermillion at the edge of his sight catches his eye, and he GASPS because OMG he STABBED (his princess) TOUKA and for real though he just realized part of his kakuja was still protruding from his back. Anyways so, Kaneki IMMEDIATELY RETRIEVES his tail//tentacle whatever from her system and puts it back in the place where it’s supposed to be. With Touka’s legs giving out beneath her, she falls towards the ground only to have Kaneki interrupt her fall and catches her in his arms. (^:

Kaneki then looks down at her as her vision is fading out, he tells her that she’ll be okay, everything will be fine, and that she can sleep through it, “just let me get us out of here.” “I’ll get you out of here, and you’ll be alright, I promise” and stuff that he says so that he can bring about a sense of reassurance. So she slips out of consciousness, but only then does he realize how FREAKING TIRED HE IS, so he collapses too, BUT NOT OVER TOUKA BECAUSE HE BE HEAVY AF, let’s say they somehow fall to the ground and end up side by side( BECAUSE THAT’s MY //smart// LOGIC ) Okay so next thing he knows when he’s gaining consciousness again is that he’s laying down, and he realizes he’s not laying on rough concrete, rather he’s actually on some really soft duvet. He then realizes that there’s a hand that’s holding his, and that their fingers are intertwined (fangirl mode: on) ok and he can feel how the other person’s thumb is slowly trailing his knuckles and his long, calloused fingers. Ok so he finally opens his eyes with a notable grunt and the morning sunlight filters through his hefty eyelids as he falls witness to..

Touka, her hair tied back, yet there’s still those sneaky hair strands that frame her face oh-so-perfectly. Her eyes are downcast, she’s looking at their intertwined hands, her thick ebony eyelashes are a stark contrast from the frail blush of rose red that adorns her cheeks in the most elegant of ways. There’s a sad smile on her face, the same one he remembers seeing back at :re the first time they had rendezvoused after his prolonged absence. He wishes to wipe it away, so.. SO to call her attention, he squeezes her hand and makes her look up at him. She does as he expects her to, but once she sees he’s awake, it takes time for her to sink the fact in. Once she does, her eyes light up in the most heartfelt of ways, Kaneki feels his heart LEAP OUT HIS CHEST (not literally) and she then says in the timeless melody that is her voice, “Welcome back home, Kaneki.” THE END ok bye goodnight/morning

oh my god anon, I’m so sorry that it took me so long to post this 😂  I was waiting for the right time because it was a bit long. BUT WOW, HOLY MOLY, this was amazing, I was listening to a very dramatic song while reading this and woooooow, the feels *dies* if this really happens i think i’ll die. Thank you for taking the time to write this ;-; it was so fun to read!

anonymous asked:

Can you please make a KBTBB headcanon in which the MC finally after a long time has forgiven the guys because they cheated on her. Please include the guys' reactions if you can. It would mean so much if you do this. I love your works!

MC forgives the bidders after cheating on her

a/n: Holy crap, anon. I am very, very sorry I took so long with this request. No one deserves to wait that long.

I’m happy you’re my first request, anon\(*^▽^*)/ !! But wow, man, this was extremely difficult for me to write, mainly because I don’t think people would normally get back together after cheating. I tried to focus more on the reconciling part, rather than the cheating. Also, this is mostly from the perspective of the bidders. I really hope it’s okay, and I’m really sorry if it’s not to your liking, anon (╯︵╰,)


Eisuke:

It took him two years to acknowledge his own stupidity. When she had caught him lip-locking some other woman at a drunken party back then, the devastated look on her face was enough to tell him that he had caused irreparable damage. She promptly took that as a go-signal to break free of the one-sided relationship. He didn’t bother trying to convince her to stay; she was probably meant to leave him, anyway.

Still, two years later, he ate his words. He still hadn’t gotten over her.

It was hard to keep up a stoic façade when really, all he wanted to do was screw everything and make her his again even if he didn’t have the right to do so. Every day without her was the cruelest form of repentance he could ever have. He tried to seek comfort through physical means, but it only repulsed him even more. Nothing could ever replace her.

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Mystery Box- Gerard Way Smut

Holy shit sorry this took so long, but wow, this went through like 6 drafts and I’m proud to say this is the finished version! Its great I think! Anyway.

WARNING: SMUT

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The nights were lonely, the days were quiet.

Gerard was gone, he wasn’t coming back for another day and you had no idea what time he would return.

Touring was hard for him, and it was hard for you. He always came back in a mad mood, and you were always so clingy, you wanted all of his attention.

It was pathetic, really. He just wanted to sleep and you just wanted to spend time with him.

For the first week of him being home all he did was sleep, he would have 18 hour sleeping sessions, get up and eat, and then sit down stairs and played Magic: The Gathering online, as he didn’t want any company until he caught up on his sleep.

Nevertheless, you still got excited for him to come home.

You sat in front of the television, in the middle of binge watch, stuffing popcorn in your mouth.

Then there was a click.

You repeat the onomonopia to yourself. It was the sound of the deadbolt on the side door unlocking.,

You always locked the door to the house and Gerard was the only one with a key.

You get up excitedly, flinging the heap of blankets off your lap, sending the bowl of popcorn flying, not worrying about the mess.

You dash into the kitchen, seeing Gerard locking the door behind him, bringing in a suitcase and few bags.  You cough, attempting to get his attention.

Gerard turns around, smiling when he see’s you. “Y/N.” You sighs, looking you over. You had pulled your hair up, and it was slightly greasy as you had skipped a shower today. Your eyes were ringed with smudged left over eyeliner from yesterday. His Morrissey sweatshirt hung from your shoulders, bagging around your torso. You had moderately short shorts on, your legs bare and slightly prickly.

It’s not like really cared what you looked like, he was never that way.

Gerard goes in for a hug, dropping everything in his hands.

Every couple has their fights, and yours and Gerard’s always happened with in the week he got back, he was tired and you wanted all of his undivided attention.

He apologizes in advance, whispering in your ear sweetly. “Babe, I’m sorry if I’m a dick.”

A smile twitched up on your face, “Hey, why’re you back so early?” You ask him, hugging your husband tighter.

“Well the last place we were traveling to, was flooded, so we decided to come back home.” He pulls away, and then comes close again to plant a kiss on your lips.

It lasted around a few seconds before he pulled away, picking up his bags and shoving them at you. “Put these away, I need to sleep.” He then pushes past you, stopping to sigh. “Thank you.”

Gerard never tries to be a jerk at all, there were a few times where he was a total asshole to almost everyone, but that was around the time of his relapse, you two choose not to talk about it very often.

Despite being a complete dick when he gets home, he doesn’t try to.

Gerard wanders off into his bedroom, shedding one article of clothing after another until he was in his boxers and his inside out t-shirt.

You groan, lugging his stuff into the laundry room to wash. You unzip his ugly plastic-leather suitcase, whipping the top open.

You take everything out, setting a cardboard box off to the side, assuming you should not open it as it read DO NOT OPEN on the top.

You shove all of his dirty clothes in the washing machine, and then turning it on after putting detergent in. You lick your lips, shoving a box into one of the bags, carrying them off into your bedroom. You set them right in front of the closet.

“Y/N.” Gerard groans, as you make your way to the door.

“Yeah?” You look at his figure on the king-sized bed in your dark room.

“There is a popcorn mess in the living room, clean it up.” He demands, rolling on to his other side, turning away from you

You nod, knowing he can’t see it. “Alright, Gee.” You smile.

You walk out of the room and into another, picking up your mess and pausing your show, realizing you hadn’t done that when Gerard walked in the door.

You vacuum up the popcorn, and fold up the heap of blankets you were using.

The second day he was home you woke up to the alarm of your phone. “Turn that shit off, I’m trying to fucking sleep.” Gerard growls.

You turn the alarm off, trying to gain the motivation to get up.

Finally you swing your legs over the side of the bed, pushing yourself off and on to the hardwood floor.

You smell Gerard’s Morrissey sweatshirt, and groan, realizing it was time for a shower. “Gerard, I’m showering, and then I’ll make you breakfast.”

“M’kay.” he mumbles into his pillow. He really didn’t care what order it was in as long as he got breakfast.

You wander off into the bathroom, turning some music on with your phone. You set it down on the counter, as you pull your hair out of its loose bun, finger combing through your hair before you pull the sweatshirt over your head, flopping it on the floor. You had no other garments to take off on your torso, you hadn’t bothered to wear a bra in two days. Quickly, you pull down your shorts and your panties, tossing them into a hamper next to the door.

You pull open the shower curtain, turning the water on. You step in once you get it to the temperature you want.

You let the hot water run down your body, soaking your skin and hair, you reach out for the shampoo, grabbing it and squirting a bunch into your hand and setting the bottle back down on the shelf.

You massage your scalp, lathering the shampoo and making it sud in your hair. Next you wash your face with a scrub and then shave.

You rinse your body and then go to the conditioner, putting it on only the ends of your hair, and not on your scalp. (A/N: I’m putting this in there because if you put conditioner on your scalp like 80% of the time it turns out greasy, it’s just as fine if you do it the way I’m describing.)

You scrub your body down with soap, and rinse your body.

You missed Gerard being home, but the thing is you missed him even more now that he was home, you missed the way he’d hold you at night, you missed the long lasting kisses, you missed the cuddling and you missed the way he’d laugh at cartoons, you missed the way you two would make love. There wasn’t even I miss you sex, and you wish there was.

But I guess that’s the way he recovered mentally from lack of sleep, from lack of food, or not being able to take a break from his job for a couple of weeks, one show after another, nonstop.

But even so, you missed him. You missed the way his fingers would run down your curves, how his hot breath would hit the skin of your neck right before he planted his soft kiss swollen lips on it. You missed the way his calloused hand would run from your stomach all the way down to your core and- before you knew it you were mimicking the actions that were so bold in your mind, you hand almost slipped further when you realized what you were doing and stopped.

You decided to get out of the shower.

You turned the water off, and opened the shower curtain, grabbing your towel and drying yourself off.

You weren’t going anywhere today, so you just put on a tank and some sweat pants before combing your hair and ruffling it a bit.

You walk out of the bathroom after tossing your towel in the hamper.

You walk to the kitchen, deciding a normal shake was good enough, and healthy enough for Gerard.

You put some fruit in the blender waiting for you on the counter, some ice cream, flax seed, and then blend it together, setting down two cups with straws in both.

“Gerard!” You yell from the kitchen, making your way back through the hallway and into your bedroom.

“Hey breakfast is ready. I made you a shake.” You whisper, turning the light on.

Gerard groans, “You’re lucky I love you.” He sits up, pushing himself up with his arms, walking out of the room, beckoning you to follow him.

You sit down at the table, sipping at your shake and scrolling through twitter on your phone.

“Hey Gerard, can we actually do something you and me today?” You ask sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.

“I was gonna play Magic: The Gathering and then sleep. So, no.” He sucks at his straw.

“Oh. I- Okay.” You shut down immediately, looking down at your lap, locking your phone and setting it down.

After about 15 more minutes of just silence Gerard gets up, leaving his cup at the table for you to clean.

He leaves to find his computer.

You finish the last bit of drink you had left, sighing as you put them both in the dishwasher.

You follow him downstairs, feeling rage build up in the base of your throat.

“Gerard.” You speak boldly as he plants his ass on the couch.

“What Y/N.” He says almost in monotone, minor annoyance pricking at his voice.

“Gee I really miss you.” You soften your stare at him.

“Well I’m here.” He responds, looking at you, making a ‘duh’ face and then returning to his computer screen.

“No like I miss how you would hold me, and how you would speak to me, Gerard I don’t think you realize this but I go into a depressive state the week you get back from tour because you don’t even want to listen to me!” You yell, annoyed with his comebacks.

“Well, Y/N I’m tired, I want time by myself! Did you think about that? Stop thinking about yourself.” He leans, setting his computer down when you open your mouth again.

“I’m thinking about us! Gerard don’t you miss it at all?” You were fuming. “Don’t you miss kissing me, or the sex?” You growl at him, tears threatening in your eyes. “Gerard we haven’t had I miss you sex since 2008!”

“It’s not that I don’t miss it! I just want to be alone! So leave!” He screams at you, getting up from the couch, towering over you.

Tears stream down your face, pouring as your face twists into a frown. You turn around, running back up stairs.

Day three started out the same way as the last, from the mention of breakfast, to the shower, to the shakes. You just didn’t have to motivation for anything else, you were being pushed over the edge, you thought you were used to it.

Guess not.

You were tired of waiting for him though, this time you would get him one way or another.

It was time for Gerard to make his way down the steps, so you ran off to the bathroom, getting ready while he was occupied with is little online game.

One step at a time, walking slowly down the steps, stopping at the end.

“Geebear.” You purr.

You decided to wear your black thigh highs as he usually resist you in them, one of his black Iron maiden shirts draped around your torso, and to about mid-thigh on you. A thin strip of ribbon was clipped tightly around your neck, hair all done, curled and pinned, eyeliner done in a smokey eye fashion, the works.

“What are you trying to do?” Gerard groans.

“Gerard, Jesus fucking Christ isn’t it obvious. I want you to fuck me I’ve been waiting forever how the hell can you just sit there and pretend you don’t want me too!” You yelp, placing your hands on your hips.

“It’s easy. I don’t look at you.” He says, staring intently at his screen.

You turn around, want building up inside of you, making you notice by the pool in your panties.

You groan.

If he wasn’t going to fuck you, might as well just do it yourself.

You storm off to your bedroom.

It’s not like he’d hear you, his music is on and he’s too invested in that game.

You flop your self on the bed, immediately propping your legs off and rubbing yourself through your panties.

You imagined Gerard’s hands running his hands down your body, massaging your breast.

You imitate the actions, imagining your hands were his.

You grope your breast, the other hand slipping into your panties and swirling around your clit. You bite your breath, spreading your arousal. You let out small whimpers, feeling your fingers wrinkle as you slide them in and out of your heat. Gerard’s name pushed past your lips, ripping through them as you felt yourself get close, your fingers, reaching, toward your g-spot, rubbing past it, and tapping it as rapidly as possible.

Your hand slides up your shirt and to the underwire of your bra, pinching and twisting the bud of your nipple between your thumb and your index finger.

You heard the noise in the background shut off but you were too close to your climax to care.

Suddenly you see the door swing open, bringing light into the dim room. “Y/N!” Gerard screams your name, both surprised and angry at what you were doing to yourself. “You couldn’t have waited another day?” Gerard says, slamming the door shut, and flipping the light switch on. He makes his way over to you, as you get into a less revealing position.

The bed sinks as he sits down, you coming down with it. “I’m sorry Gerard, I’ve just been up like this for a couple of weeks now.”

“You actually promised me you wouldn’t do this,” he mumbles. He walks the closet, pulling out that box you found in his suitcase from one of the various shopping bags scattered around the floor of your closet. “I mean. I guess I’ll have to punish you,” Gerard smirks, making his way over to you, “I don’t know if this should be considered a punishment, or even a reward.”

You give him a confused look.

“Baby, I’m gonna give you an orgasm for every week that I was gone.” He smirks, setting the box down on the night stand. “The first one will be with my fingers, another one with what’s in that box…” He stops explaining the process, trying to keep it a surprise for you, mostly for his amusement.

Gerard leans down, locking his lips with yours, kissing you roughly, and passionately, running his hands up your sides, and to your breast, massaging them through the layers you had on. Against his lips, you groan, enjoying the feeling of someone else running their hands all over you body.

Gerard, takes his place, kissing you as he moves his entire body in between your legs. You could feel how hard he was. Obviously he really needs this. His hips, press against yours, his groin poking at your soaking wet core through those red lace panties you were wearing.

Gerard lips trail to your neck, sucking the skin until the point of a purple bruise– or several.

His pushes your shirt off, pulling it over your head. He then grabbed the box from the table, pulling out a wad of rope, setting it back down.

Gerard, having taken off your bra so many times, had some experience with them, he unclasps it skillfully.

You lay there, blushing away. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t have been, but him finding you in a situation, you had no Idea what he was going to.

He kisses down lower, to the valley in between your breasts, the bulge in his pants still lightly poking at your core. With one hand he ran a thumb over your left nipple. Gerard kisses and sucks up to the other one, leaving only a little love bites

“Gerard… please.” You whine.

“Please what?” Gerard chuckles “I haven’t even given you one orgasm yet and you’re already begging.”

Gerard kisses lower, his fingers trailing down your stomach, getting closer to your core. You wanted him so badly.

You wanted him so badly, you felt as if you were going to melt like putty.

“Baby take these off.” Gerard snaps the waistband of your panties as he sits up, pulling his shirt over his head.

You quickly slip them down your legs dropping them on to the floor along with the rest of your clothes– except for your thigh highs.

Gerard lips sink down to your neck, one hand gripping you at your waist, the other gliding down your smooth skin, all the way down to the dripping heat from your core. He slid his thumb in small circles around your clit, a small wave of pleasure rolls over your body, making  your toes curl only slightly.

Gerard, leaning over you, his body placed right in between your legs, was kissing and nipping sloppily at your neck, only at the most sensitive spot, right below your jawline, closer to your throat. His fingers glide down your most sensitive region to that small entrance that was begging.

He spreads your arousal over your heat, and slips his middle finger inside you. He moves it slowly in and out, curling it up only every once in awhile. He pushes another in, feeling you stretch a bit around his fingers.

“Oh baby, it’s been awhile hasn’t it?” Gerard murmurs in your ear.

You let out a small whimper, replying to him.

“What was that Y/N I cant hear you?”

“Y-yes.” You whisper.

Gerard’s fingers curl upward, hitting your g-spot. “What was that?!” He yells.

“Fuck! Yes!” You yelp.

Gerard continues to work his fingers, massaging the balloon swelling inside of you.

Quiet moans spill over your swollen lips, and dissolving into the air in front of you. Gee lifts his head up from the crook of your neck to watch you facial expressions. Your eyes were closed by now, the oxygen around seemed to thicken as the pace of your breathing seemed to climb in speed. Your eyebrows furrowed, Gerard so badly wanted to see your face when you came, clenching your walls around his thick artist fingers.

You were close, and he could tell by the heat boiling to your face, forming a blush on your cheeks. Your hips were gliding right back into his fingers, pushing yourself down each time to the last knuckle.

Gerard could hardly contain himself, but he knew what he signed up for, and he was going to follow through, His pants were almost bursting at the seams, his hard on, begging for some attention.

Your hands reach up to tangle in his jet black hair, your eyelids squeezing tighter together.

Your stomach starts to twist, that familiar knot winding up in your stomach.

Small groans fill the room as you go clenching around his fingers– your first orgasm of the night.

You were already slicked down with sweat, your hair starting to show that dull shine.

Gerard removes his fingers, and kneels up, grabbing you by the thighs. He pulls them up, draping them over his shoulders. He grips your behind, pushing you closer to his face.

You were embarrassed beyond belief, he was rather vanilla when it came to this, he never wanted to hurt you, but he had a goal tonight, and this is how he was going to achieve it.

You shiver when you feel his moist tongue glide on your wet slit. You bring your hands up to your chest, waffling them together.

Gerard sucks on the most sensitive parts of your body, all your nerve endings down by your core, slipping in and out of your folds.

You squeeze your hands together so tight your knuckles turned white, creating contrast from your face, which was beet red.

Gerard’s tongue swipes over your clit a few times, causing you to gasp quietly, just enough for him to hear, but he avoids it most of the time, making your high climb slowly, torturing you beyond belief. He wanted to make this one even more intense than the last, hence him stimulating you even more this time.

You were already sensitive, due to your orgasm prior to him eating you out.  

“Oh, Gerard!” You squeal when he finally gave in to your pleas and payed some more attention to that bundle of nerves.

He kitten licks it at first, and eventually picks up the pace, flatting out his tongue and flicking it over your clit. He sucks and slurps, making your back tense up.

Gerard’s fingernails leave crescent shape marks in your ass cheeks.

You release your hands from one another, and bring one up to run through Gerard’s black hair.

Your legs clench around his head, your moans and profanities filling the room as your stomach starts to tense, your intestines start to coil into a knot again.

You tug at his hair, pushing his head closer to your core, begging for him to pick up the pace.

“Mother fucker!” You screech as your walls start to clench.

Your legs wrap themselves tighter around Gee’s head.

Finally you fall limp. Gerard drops your legs, unable to control himself any longer, he unbuckles his belt, sliding it through the loops.

You knew he wasn’t done with you, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Gerard’s erection was almost too painful to bare, he was practically begging for release, and you would be glad to give it to him.

You lazily sit up, panting, and grab him by the waistband of his pants. You kiss at his stomach, unzipping his pants, and unbuttoning them. You pull them down to about his knees before he had to sit to rip them off, his boxers went with them.

Before Gerard could sit back down you crawl your way over to him, holding him down by his pale thighs.

You could tell just how hard it was to control himself, so you got down on the floor, kneeling in between his legs.

You waste no time, you were determined to satisfy him as quickly as possible.

You push his dick past your glossy red lips, bobbing your head up and down, creating suction with your tongue.

Gerard’s large hands make his way to your hair, tugging on it harshly. His eyes closed, letting out small moans.

You pick up the pace and then pop off, quickly sliding your tongue around the head and up and down a couple of veins before going back the the first motion.

You couldn’t possibly take Gerard’s entire length, and it wasn’t something you even wanted to attempt, but you tried your best to get as much as you could possibly fit, the rest that was left out, you pumped with your hands, in the same motion your head was going.

You pop off again, sucking on the tip, and then doing the same thing gliding down his length.

A loud moan cuts through the slurping coming from your mouth, Gerard’s dick twitches slightly, giving you a sign he was nearing his high. You glide your tongue down to the base of his shaft, sucking on the underside until he grips your hair, ribbons of semen spurting out in white ribbons.

“F-fuck.” Gerard’s voice falls weak. He pants, falling limp and waits a while, recovering from his orgasm.

“Baby, are you done with me yet?” You wink, climbing on top of the bed once again. You stay on your hands and knees, pressing your face to the comforter on the mattress, exposing your core to Gerard, your excitement glistening.

“Fuck- You’re so naughty.” Gerard smirks, getting back onto his knees. He reaches over to the bedside table, grabbing the mystery box, and opening it, closing it before you had a peak to see what was inside. The first item was a bundle of rope and you knew where he was going with this. He gives you a hard slap on your ass, giving you a jolt, a loud squeal, comes from you as you feel the sting of his hand on your back side. A hand print was already starting to form.

Gerard turns you over, forcing you on your back. He ties your forearms to your upper legs, spreading them as far apart as possible to its match, and making sure they stay that way by tying each side to the bed frame.

This time, he opens the mystery box enough for you to see the contents. Inside was a rechargeable, black, Hitachi Magic Wand.

Your eyes widen. “You didn’t.” Your voice cracks, showing how nervous you were.

Despite your nervousness, you were curious and turned on slightly more now. Gerard had clearly grown out of his vanilla stage, and was pushing you out of your comfort zone. That’s exactly what you wanted too. You wanted him to take advantage of every position you were in.

Gerard flips the switch on high, an almost silent buzzing radiating off of it. You were relieved,something so quiet couldn’t be powerful.

You smut have let out a sigh of solace, as you saw Gerard smirk, and lower the buzzing wand down to your clit.

You jolt, not expecting it to be that powerful.

Gerard keeps it still against you, holding you down. You squeal loudly, your clit throbbing and swelling against it.

He rubs it in circles, hitting every nerve ending he could in your little button. Gerard wanted to see how fast he could make you cum, so he didn’t stop, he flipped it up to maximum, making your hips buck before sounding a loud moan.

Your legs start to burn, as do your most sensitive parts, your face was drenched with sweat, and your were sure you could see your breath.

Your back arched, moans ripping out of you left and right as you could hardly contain yourself. Gerard felt high and mighty as he buried two fingers inside of you.

It felt like it had been forever since since the start of this new practice, his fingers pumping in and out of you, massaging a balloon swelling inside of you.

Gerard fingers seemed to push out of you as you yelp, feeling your body convulse as your body starts to relax. Your legs, your arms, your chest shakes with pleasure, and your eyes roll back into your skull.  

You finish, your walls clenching, your body finally calming down. You look up at Gerard, his face just as surprised as yours was.

He reaches up to his face and wipes a glistening wet spot off of his face. You look down his body, and realized what you had done.

“Fuck baby that was so hot.” Gerard purrs, still surprised.

You pant heavily, taking in the fact that you, just squirted.

“Gerard I want more.” You finally whimper after a moment of silence.

“Good because I’m not done.” Gerard says, lining himself up at your entrance, hard as a rock for the second time tonight.

He pushes in, you throwing your head back, finally relieved to feel him stretch you. He thrusts slow at first, biting his lip at how wet you were.

He leans down, planting his lips on yours, kissing you roughly. His pelvis moved in a rhythm.  

He picked up his pace, his mouth falling open, his eyebrows furrowed as he lifted up and gripped the bed sheets above your head. He bites his kiss swollen lip, pulling it in his mouth and sucking on it.

He lowers his head, you taking his job and sucking on his bottom lip, grinding your pelvis against his as much as you could.

You squeal a couple times before he quickened his pace again, rubbing past your g-spot at an alarming rate, you were sure you were going to explode.

You felt the knot return in your stomach, swelling and tying fast.

“Fuck, Gee!” You yell, pulling on your restraints, your sweating chests rubbing against each other. “I’m so close!”

Gerard sits up, popping of the patch of skin he was working on, leaving a giant bruise.

Ge grabs the Wand sitting right next to you, and turns it on, hitting the button until it was all the way up and rests it against your clit, pushing on it slightly.

“Mother fucker!” You curse, moans crawling their way out of your throat.

You twitch, hips bucking widely, the knot unraveling, and your walls clenching around Gerard.

He turns the vibrator off, tossing it to the side as he starts to work on himself. He drills in and out of you, hitting your g-spot dead on as he does so, his breath hot against your breath.

Your walls continue to clench and release as Gerard moans. “Fuck baby. Inside.” You could hardly manage.

Gerard releases inside of you knowing you would take care of it later. He rides out his high, riding you in circles.

He finally pulls out, his trail spilling out of you.

“Christ.” You speak in a blasphemous manner.

Gerard finally gets up from his collapsed state and unties you, letting your legs and arms fall down to their original position.

He doesn’t bother to get up or put anything away.

Gerard pulls you closer to him, you bury your head in his bare chest, hearing his voice as he speaks.

“I missed you.” He chuckles.

“Sorry I was such a dick.” he says after some silence.

“It’s okay Gerard, I understand. I’m sorry for being so impatient. But this was totally worth it.”

“So you took this rather as a prize rather than a punishment I take it?” He laughs.

“Hell yeah, that was a great surprise, love the mystery box.” You laugh.

“Yeah, I wanted to get you guessing.”

“Well it definitely was worth it.” Gerard kisses your forehead.  

“We’re going to need the bed sheets washed.” You add giggling.

“Yeah, but not right now, Y/N, I want to sleep.” He mumbles, his voice sounding tired.

You smile, snuggling in closer to him.

Anti Ramble

(not like this was going to be the opposite of a ramble, but it’s a ramble about Anti…you know what I mean)

Thank you. 

I had a terrible October (what else is new lol). I can feel myself going back to the bottom of that hole, my old home.

But the amazing build-up and execution of Anti throughout the whole month helped. It was the best Halloween I have ever had.

Even when it became almost impossible for me to conjure the energy to make posts myself, the Anti appearances became more frequent so I had something to try to focus on. I would check the tag to see if people saw what I saw, or if they caught something that I didn’t (I didn’t even think to zoom in on the new icon, damn), reading the theories people had and trying to refine my own.

I love this shit.

First, Sean….holy fucking shit. The amount of thought and attention to detail that you put into this is astounding, especially since you made sure to incorporate some of the theories people came up with (I noticed that, you sneaky bastard). I had hoped for a while that Anti would show up in some capacity on the channel, but in no way, shape, or form did I expect it to happen in such a large scale. Like….I honestly don’t know what to say. Your acting throughout this was amazing and gave me chills. You took interacting with us to a whole new level. Bra-fucking-vo. 

And Robin, holy fucking cow shit. Dude, you are incredible at editing, like hot damn. It was eerie, creepy, and disturbing, but not too over-the-top. Perfect. The timing was on fucking point, and that added a whole new dimension to everything, along with what kind of glitch, how long it was…I hope you’re eating a lot of [insert your favorite dessert] right now because you fucking deserve it. You, sir, are so very talented. Wow. Also, check with your doctor to make sure you don’t have carpal tunnel. 

I could write thousands of words trying to explain what happened this month and how impressive and genuine it was, but I don’t know if that would be enough or if I could express myself properly. 

I know I can come off as seemingly hyperbolic sometimes with what I say, but I do mean every word. I don’t have people in my real life who do things for me or with me because they care. I don’t have someone I can count on to be there for me when I need them. So being a part of this community has done a lot for me, and having someone like Sean who is truly genuinely caring and backs up what he says with what he does and then some is something I really don’t take lightly.

So seriously, from the bottom of my fucking heart, thank you for doing this. This kind of thing is the perfect example of why this channel is so special. 

That’s all. I’ll stop talking. 

(But on a lighter note, one thing I keep thinking about is how someone is going to react like two months from now when they watch a random video from this month and they see a glitch and freak the fuck out because it’s completely random to them. That should be fun.)

anonymous asked:

I HAD THE WEIRDEST FUCKIN DREAM MOM LET ME TELL YOU aight so I was in my old school for some reason and I ran into ARIANA GRANDE in the hall except she had like the red hair from when she was in victorious so I was like "hOLY SHIT HI!!!!!!" and we HUGGED for A REALLY LONG TIME and somehow We were having a SLEEPOVER! and I'm like "yo holy shit I gotta tell you about EMILY from TUMBLR" and she was like aight so I was telling her about you [to be continued in different ask bc ykno the limit ok]

[continue] SO I WAS TELLING HER ABOUT YOU and I kept trying to open tumblr but my phone kept opening anything that wasn’t tumblr so we took like a bunch of selfies and then MY PHONE FINALLY LOADED TUMBLR so I went to UR BLOG and she’s like “ok wow that theme is 🔥🔥💅” and then I woke up

“ok wow that theme is 🔥🔥💅” ariana grande complimented my theme in your dream wow looks like i can never change it again

In Real (Swazz imagine)

| Requested by anon: hey could you do a Swazz imagine where y/n lives in the UK and they’ve been talking over FaceTime etc for a while but then in summer she goes and surprises him and Nate in LA and they get together and stuff? your imagines are so good:) (MASTERLIST)

I was getting off my plane from Heathrow to LAX. As I stepped onto the American ground, it didn’t feel very different, but the weather was killing me.

I knew it was hot in LA, but not this hot. I felt like I was nearly dying.

Why was I in LA? Well, I finally had time to visit my friends John, aka Swazz and Nate. We wanted to meet up for a long time now, but I never had the time or money.

Eventually I got my shit together and took the first plane to LAX.

Neither of the boys knew I was coming, so I hope this was a good time to come.


“Surprise!” I said as Nate opened the door to Swazz’ house. He widened his eyes and gasped. “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” I winked.

He got back to earth and started laughing while attacking me with hugs. “Holy shit! Wow (Y/N)! I-I- wow! You’re actually here and wow-”

“I get it, this whole situation got you like ‘wow’!” I mocked him.

He started laughing. “Your accent, holy fucking shit.” He said.

“Thank you.” I giggled.

“Come in, come in. I just came over and we’re hanging out, doing nothing special really. Your timing is seriously perfect. We were bored as shit.” He opened the door a little wider and I got in.

“Yo, Skate. Who was it?” Swazz asked.

“Me.” I walked in and he jumped off the couch and hugged me while holding me in the air.

“Holy fuck! (Y/N)!” I laughed and hugged him back. “Okay, let’s be real. You are hot through a screen, but you’re even hotter in life.”

I playfully slapped him as he set me down. We caught up, asked about my flight, talked about how my accent was, etc. I had a lot of fun, but by now I was getting tired since it’s 11 pm and this jetlag was going to be a pain in the ass. “Are you tired?” Swazz asked as my eyes almost closed.

“Yeah.” I giggled.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“Get it man!” Nate yelled. I chuckled and walked upstairs as Swazz said something to Nate and followed me.

“Here’s my room. It’s kinda messy though.” He opened the door to his room and it was messy, but not too messy.

“No, it’s alright.” I smiled. I opened my suitcase to get my pajama’s as soon as possible, I was tired and I was done.

“Wait.” He said as I walked to the other room to get dressed.

“What’s up?”

“Okay, this might be rushed and shit, but I needed to get this off my chest.” I harshly swallowed and looked up at him. “I like you. Like, ever since I started talking to you. But I never had the balls to say it, and I was scared you’d be a damn catfish.”

I laughed at the last part. “Now I know you’re real, I just needed to say this and I-I don’t know what to say, because I’m not-”

I interrupted him by placing my lips of his warm and soft lips. As I pulled back quickly, he was just as surprised as I was. “You just needed to shut up.”

“Then I guess I need to talk more.” He said smirking while leaning in again.

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind or you think it's too personal could you tell us the story of how your adorable baby girl came about? I'm sorry if you've already answered this but I'm new to your blog and I'm quite curious. Hahah

Oh, sure :) I don’t mind.

Okay, well I met Taylor when I was 16. 

I had low self esteem, I had no confidence, I was a complete wreck. I thought no one would ever want me (even though I had a boyfriend who I 100% did not want or like. I was with him because I was desperate for attention. Of course at the time I didn’t see it this way).

Moral of the story, I was very vulnerable.

Then one night I was with one of my guy friends and he had to go pick something up from Taylor’s house and that’s when we met.

I immediately liked him. I thought he was so cute. Taylor knew that I was dating the other guy (he actually hated him. Like really really hated him) and I know now that he was only flirting with me because he wanted to get back at him.

So, whatever, he got my phone number and then we texted literally every day.

Eventually I broke up with my boyfriend and we started dating.

The warning signs were there, I kind of guessed he was cheating on me, but I ignored it because like I said I was vulnerable and was just too happy that someone like him would actually want me!

Time progressed and he became really abusive. He didn’t want me to hang out with my friends, especially Rory and the friend that brought us together. He wanted me to drive 40 minutes to see him everyday. He would call me constantly and if I didn’t text him back within 5 minutes he would blow my phone up.

Little did I know the entire time we were together he was purposefully trying to get me pregnant. I’m not going to push the full blame on him because I wasn’t on birth control and I should have taken matters into my own hands. But it was actually really hard for me to get pregnant at the time because I wasn’t eating right, I only weighed 90 pounds and hadn’t had my period in over half a year and I also have a thing called PCOS.

I only found out he was trying to get me pregnant on purpose later because apparently he told my sisters that he was going to make sure that I’d never leave him.

Fucking psycho.

But yeah right after I got pregnant (but I didn’t know it yet because I was used to never having a period) I found out that he had some girl sleeping over at his house so we broke up. Signs were there that he was cheating on me nearly the entire time we were together, but of course I ignored them like a disillusioned dumb ass.

So, we were broken up and I didn’t find out until I was 3 months along that I was pregnant. We got back together and tried to make things work and for a little while I thought things were fine. But when we moved into our apartment together that was some of the darkest times of my life. I cried all of the time and I was so unhappy because he was doing drugs and taking what little money I had.

Then I found out he cheated on me and got someone else pregnant.

That is when we officially broke up for good and it took nearly 5 months to kick him off the lease and get him out of my house. It was a horrible time in my life.

But that was 2 years ago and I survived even though I was pretty sure I wouldn’t.

~Lorelai

P.S. wow, if no one reads this I don’t blame them. Holy fuck, I am so sorry that this is so long.

i finished it. Sheik in a cool new outfit that I’m gonna say is hyrule warriors inspired because why not.

jesus fuck this took a long time but holy wow was it worth it.

Thank you 5evr to Sage who let me commandeer his style of art to learn how to colour spit all over a canvas. I absolutely adore it and I’m like x 100000 in love with the way this turned out.

I finally took a decent photo of this INCREDIBLE portrait of my big Charr dope, painted by @casynuf! It arrived a while ago and I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to make a post about it >.<

It really brings him to life and I love it SO much! I’m glad it survived the trip here, she sent it pre-framed! Thank you Casy, every time I look at it, it makes me smile <3