i pick strange things to make

Friends or more? Sentence Starters

aka “sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?” type of things

(send a name and a sentence)

  • “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”
  • “We always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing the bed for the night is fine too.”
  • “Your lips are getting really close to mine.”
  • “I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only.”
  • “I dare you to kiss me.”
  • “No, go on the Ferris Wheel with me, not them.”
  • “You can share my jacket with me, since you’re shivering.”
  • “Why is your hand on my ass?”
  • “Cuddle with me.”
  • “I just kissed your forehead, chill.”
  • “Shit, how’d you make me blush like this?”
  • “Are you trying to turn me on?”
  • “Let’s hang out, but I’ll pay for everything, and we can go to this fancy restaurant– No, not a date.”
  • “Okay, I guess this is a date, actually.”
  • “Stop with the tongue thing, it’s strangely attractive.”
  • “I keep telling them we’re not dating, but they keep telling me friends don’t normally make out when drunk.”
  • “I don’t want to be friends with benefits, but I do want something more, I just can’t figure out what.”
  • “When did you get so beautiful?”
  • “If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
  • “Their pick-up line wasn’t as good as any of mine, I’m just saying.”
  • “No, I don’t know how I got a boner, It just kind of happened! It’s because of how you were eating that ice cream, I bet!”
  • “I’m holding your hand because the movie is scary, alright?  It’s a… Terrifying… Rom-com… ….. .”
  • “Why’d you let go of me?”
  • “I accidentally called you my girlfriend/boyfriend today.”
  • “I kissed you because we were drunk.”
  • “I kissed you because I didn’t know what else to do.”
  • “Could you not talk to him/her, please?  I think they’re trying to date you.”
  • “I wish we could stay like this forever…”
  • “I had this dream where we were dating.”
  • “I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.”
  • “Why do you always call me when I’m on a date?”
  • “No, I can’t hang out, I’m on a date and you know that.” 
  • “Okay, maybe I am a bit jealous.”
  • “Just remember, he/she’s not the one who taught you how to kiss.”
  • “It’s weird how we’ve been friends for so long, but never went through that ‘crushing’ phase.”
  • “Maybe I want to kiss you because it’s cold and about to be cuddle season.”
  • “I say this a lot, but, look, they’re not good enough for you.”
  • “You’re always wrapping your arms around me in lines.”
  • “I was listening to that love song, and you came to mind.  Weird, right?”
  • “You know this voucher only works for couples, right?”
  • “Are you implying that you want to kiss me?”
  • “Why are you looking at me like that?”
  • “You’re blushing so hard, all I did was say “I love you” in French.”
  • “I could get used to waking up next to you, actually.”
  • “Right… Well… I’m not sure how we ended up kissing like that…”
  • “I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.”
  • “We would make a pretty good couple.”
  • “The date didn’t go well.  Yeah, she/he didn’t like how I kept mentioning all of our adventures.”
  • “How come I always end up calling you when I can’t fall asleep?”
  • “Sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm a big fan and I have a strange ask if you don't mind answering it. I'm an artist myself; I'm making a portfolio for art school but lately it's been difficult for me to produce work. I feel intimidated to start sketchbooks in fear of messing up and digital art because I suck at it. Anything else I put too much thought into planning and getting it right the first try that I end up making nothing. Do you have any tips on how to overcome what I'm going through? Has it happened to you before?

Strangely, I have felt this numerous times. Right now especially. It’s kind of like art block, but I think its more about fear of ‘making mistakes’ and being in a rut of creativity.

As a kid, I used to draw RELENTLESSLY. All day, everyday, whenever I could, wherever I could: in class, in textbooks, in exercise books. It didn’t matter. I was always drawing from this constant stream of seemingly endless creativity and imagination. I loved it.

When I first picked up watercolour, I decided to get a sketchbook so I could start sketching pictures and practicing watercolour by painting things, not really putting much planning or thought into it. I would just sketch and practice freely in this sketchbook, because I wanted to document my progression, mistakes, successes, experiments – all of it!
Then when that one was finished, I started my next one, my ‘2016′ one. And with every sketchbook since, I have increasingly become more careful with my ‘sketches.’ These sketchbooks are becoming less of a sketchbook, and more like an artbook. It’s gotten to that point where I’m scared of messing up a sketch and it’s terrifying. I admit, it’s also because all of a sudden I feel this pressure to show not stuff-up, and hide my flaws. I even sometimes plan or think out what I’m going to draw, and I hate that, because it’s not my natural workflow. Sometimes, like you, I can’t get it right so I end up making nothing too, and that frustrates me so DAMN much!

To tackle it, recently I’ve decided to step back a bit, and start from scratch, to sketch like I used to as a kid. I bought a crappy little small sketchbook, and I’ve been doing just quick pencil sketches and trying to let my mind run free like it used to. I give myself a few hours to plug in, and just draw whatever in hopes I can  get over my fear of ‘being perfect’ and of making mistakes. These are after all, meant to be sketches. My mind isn’t as wild as it used to, its legs are maybe a bit worn out from not exercising as much. 

But, I think if you, and I, keep exercising our creative brains again and give ourselves the time to let them wander through pencil and paper, we can start filling up those sketchbooks again like we used to!

florabell  asked:

Omg I would love to read your take on the "I can hear you having mental breakdowns" AU because I can absolutely imagine Clarke being strung out with med school stress and Bell being a Mum and fretting over her

A|N: this got…. really, really long, so I’m just gonna apologize in advance and put it down as me being trash for neighbours!bellarke. Hope you like it!


It only occurs to him that he has a new neighbour when he wakes to the sound of a distinctly feminine voice cursing out someone.

And it’s not like Murphy was ever quiet or a remotely considerate neighbour or anything, but Bellamy’s pretty sure that he’s never woken him up at six in the morning with his yelling. Huffing, he shrugs on a shirt, shuffles over to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He has to be up in an hour for work anyway, so there’s no point in trying to go back to sleep.

He does, however, start feeling a little concerned when the muffled swearing grows progressively louder instead of abating. Maybe his new neighbour is actually hurt or something, and the increasingly profane swear words are her way of expressing her distress. It’s plausible, right? The nice, neighbourly thing to do would be to check up on her. Or at the very least, maybe pound on the wall and tell her, in no certain terms, to shut the fuck up.

As tempting as the latter option is, he finds himself edging out of the door anyway, crossing the hallway to knock at her door cautiously.

The door jerks open at the second knock, and he he has to hide his surprise at the figure standing by the doorway. She’s a lot tinier than he expected her to be, dressed in stained scrubs with her hair piled up into a messy bun, stray strands drifting over her collarbone distractingly.

She arches a brow over at him, the tilt of her chin challenging. “Yes?”

“Uh, hi. I live over at 5C? Just next to you?” He gestures over at his ajar apartment door, resisting the urge to make a snide remark about how thin the walls are in the complex. “And you just— I don’t know what’s happening, but you’ve been yelling for the past hour or so? I just wanted to make sure you’re not being murdered, like, five feet away from me.”

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Originally posted by mizlat

Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader (Requested by Reader)

Hello! How are you? Can I request a jealous ivar fic? The plot is up to you because you’re an amazing writer!

You loved Ivar, you really did; but sometimes, he was too difficult to deal with. He had his anger issues and his insecurities, just like every other viking. He had a way of ‘throwing a fit’ when he didn’t get what he wanted and sometimes, he was just too much for you.

You weren’t dating him or anything, although you sometimes wish you were. You had grown up with Ivar; going around as kids. You would pull his little wagon that he sat in behind you as you went and scared other children or followed his mother around. You had grown up like siblings and were still incredibly close.

You stuck through with him and helped him cope with his disability and his brothers always picking on him because of it. After the death of his mother, you seemed to be the only one who was truly there for him, besides his father. But eventually, his father had died too. You were with him when he got the news and you will never forget his reaction.

You seemed to be the only consistent thing in his life at the moment. So, when Sigurd had started to hit on you, you couldn’t help but notice Ivar starting to act strange. You had tried to confront him about it, but every time he would just ignore you and crawl away. Until today. He had tried to crawl away and had gotten a pretty far distance when you shook your head and ran for him.

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This is obviously the most magnificent thing I have ever made

And  it’s is almost done! I just have to add a few snaps and buttons and it’ll be complete. 

The white pocket is just a stand in for the real ones, i’ve since added proper pockets..I just haven’t gotten picture yet! 

My wig is arriving tomorrow and then I shall take photos of the finished ensemble. Relevant shtuff.

Writer’s Block 4.237

I intended to get this churned out in little blocks and post every 2k words. This is actually 3k, so consider the extra 1,000 words my apology. It seems even a little bit takes two weeks these days! But it’s getting closer. This is all cheese and fluff. And unedited! Please don’t point out my mistakes :) lol. I will crawl into a hole and die! 4.1 is here and you can find the first 3 here. 

Originally posted by kolaicendionysos

I’m warm, and comfortable. And flat on my stomach with my face in the mattress. The sun is peeking through the tiny slits in the blinds over my bed. There’s a soft snore next to me and I open one eye, letting a slow smile take over my face. Blonde bed hair sticks up from beneath arms as Peeta lays face down with his head buried in a pillow, elbows jutting out from underneath it. I normally enjoy sleeping alone, but that’s obviously because I have no idea what I’m missing.

Oddly, I’m not alarmed in the slightest by his presence on my couch - bed. I’m also not ready to remove myself from this scenario, so I roll towards him and lift his arm, burrowing into him. He releases a soft groan and repositions himself on his side so we fit together better, then tightens his hold on me. I don’t want to disturb our peace, so I say nothing. Neither does he.

I must fall back asleep because I’m jolted awake by a surprised Peeta sitting straight up, and I almost tumble off the side of the bed and onto the floor. He grabs my waist and when we lock eyes my stomach falls. His eyes are wide and wild, like he doesn’t know where he is. I hope it’s not regret I see there.

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i finally got hearing aids today after years of waiting and realized i can kind of hear voices now! i’ve never really heard yuri!!! on ice before and i am so beyond excited!!!!! so here are my thoughts after hearing the subbed yoi episode 1 for the first time (written as I watched)

the opening sound of victor’s skates with the piano is the literally the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard

THE THEME SONG. THE THEME SONG!!!!! I had never heard the marimba/xylophone (hard to distinguish) in the beginning before, also the words are so pure? Like??? YES I AM BORN TO MAKE HISTORY how motivating it sounds like a good running song.

yuri’s voice sounds EXACTLY like he looks. like, he sounds like this gif:

Originally posted by dyjanobrien

yuuri katsuki sounds like an angel and i want to protect him a thousand percent more after hearing his sweet voice what a babe

victor is a big, sweet dork, and i always imagined his voice to be deeper but like…he sounds so warm and fuzzy and it is so cute i love him (although based on what i’m hearing i think i’m pronouncing his name wrong in my head)

STAMMI VICINO IS SO BEAUTIFUL. I can’t make out the words at all but the melody is so gorgeous-I’d never been able to make it out before (tbh I actually thought it was sung by a soprano oops)

oh my god hearing the skates is so…amazing? i can’t even describe it, but i had forgotten that sound because I haven’t skated since I was a kid, so hearing it again is really strange and incredible and is giving me so many emotions.


Originally posted by shiruba-tsuki

The way yuuri says “vicchan” is the cutest thing i’ve ever heard in my life


tl;dr: Yuri!!! On Ice sounds just as amazing as it looks and even though I can’t perfectly hear everything, I can pick up so much more with these hearing aids and I just…I am so in love?? I am crying, it’s like watching my dreams come to life on screen


i was supposed to get on a plane to india this morning for four days to see my extended relatives. i have been dreading it and avoiding it for years because it usually entails me sitting around by myself without actual personal space while everyone ignores me most of the day and then finally decides they have time for me at the end and tries to figure out why i’m not feeling super up to talking about what i’m doing with my life. in blazing heat, no less. 

i didn’t get on the plane, and then i debated getting on another plane to dublin or a train to glasgow because i want to run away from myself and maybe make how i feel inside come out even slightly on the outside, and maybe if i ran away i could do that, but instead of being on a plane or train to anywhere, least of all an obligation, i have a free saturday night, and i feel antsy about it. it’s weird to actually have free time - if only because i cancelled on something. the plane has gone, and i can’t get it back, so the decision is made now.

i want to be proud of myself but i don’t quite know how. story of my life, i guess?

i stood up for myself. i don’t feel great about it, but the sudden growth of a spine makes sense in a lot of ways. i’ve definitely grown into a person for whom it doesn’t make sense to do things on obligation, unless it leads to an overarching goal, and flying eight hours to sit alone in a room with a/c and be bored and uncomfortable and imprisoned doesn’t make sense to me. boredom doesn’t suit me at all, and neither does the inability to come and go.

i decided that it might make me a bad person not to visit my grandparents, but i don’t actually care. it’s strange to think of something that’s always been a relatively unrewarding experience and an obligation, and just shrug and not actually do it because i don’t actually have to. it’s good to realise a priority and act upon it rather than faking my way through it, especially since i’ve never been good at not being myself and i think everyone picked up on that when i was four years old. the whole thing is confusing, because i care a lot about being a good person - i’m scared that it might make me a bad person, but in this case, circumstance has led me to a breaking point where i don’t care that much if this makes me a bad person. 

maybe i’ll sleep for the entire day (just kidding).

Stuck In The 90s // Kai Parker

I am in a huge Kai Parker mood so here’s a random imagine that I thought of on 2 hours of sleep. Enjoy. xx

Summary : Y/N Petrova, Katerina Petrova’s twin sister, is sent to the prison world after attempting to murder an entire coven. Once she gets there she realizes she isn’t alone.

Pairing : Kai Parker x Fem. Reader

Requests are closed. xx

Originally posted by tvdiariespics-blog

( I live for that gif omg ^ )

Originally posted by the-musa-do-verao

Waking up, my back hurt and my head pounded. Taking in my surroundings I realized I was in Mystic Falls. Lying in the middle of the road in front of the grill, to be exact. Groaning, I stood up and brushed off my clothes. No one could be seen, am I alone? Thoughts ran through my head and I began walking down the road. The last thing I remember is storming into a coven to seek my revenge. Did I ever make it there? I remember speeding through the doors and then it’s like a bright light.

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anonymous asked:

Hey there awesome. Since you're so good at writing poly and you write for Dc comics, would you mind writing poly headcanons for the outlaws and a female reader.

I’m back! Sorry that it’s been more than a week since I’ve updated. It was not my intention. My computer broke down and I had to go get it fixed, so it took all week. I repeat, I LOVE THE OUTLAWS. I added Kori’andr in these because she’s a member, too. Sorry if you don’t like her or if you’re not about girls. 

  • Movie nights are a must. Roy has a tendency to pick really bad B-rated horror movies like Thankskilling, Killer Clowns From Outer Space or Zombeavers. Jason likes action movies and won’t admit it, but he won’t fight you on watching chick-flicks. Kori likes period movies or scary ones. 
  • Jason and Roy are those two guys who will comment on every single part of a movie. 
  • “He should’ve run out of bullets by now.”
  • “She can’t run in heels, can she?”
  • Roy is the biggest snuggler in the world. He will wrap around you whenever he falls asleep or does anything. Expect him to have his arms wrapped around your waist 24/7. 
  • Jason is the type to put his arm around your shoulder casually with a light blush on his face. This boy needs to work on expressing his feelings more often. 
  • Kori just loves holding your hand and swinging it as you walk. 
  • This is the type of relationship that just sorta happens. There’s not really a talk about everyone’s feelings. Kissing each other becomes a normal habit and everything else just normalizes after that. You were pretty certain it was a friends with benefits type thing for a while until Kori referred to you as her “first girlfriend” and you understood that it was an actual relationship. 
  • Jason does most of the cooking. Since his parents were basically useless during his childhood, he learned how to cook just about everything before Batman picked him up. 
  • Don’t let Roy or Kori near the stove if you want to keep your house. Kori thinks her star powers can cook food, but it just disintegrates it. Roy is the type of guy who thinks, “It says cook it on 350 for 30 minutes. So if I cook it at 700 degrees, it’ll only take 15 minutes.”
  • Be prepared for everything to turn into a gadget or weapon. Roy gets bored at home, so that’s how you end up with a lot of his strange inventions. Some things are pretty handy and cool, but others just make an even bigger mess or destroy things. 
  • Whenever there is a special occasion, Roy will make his own gifts. The most embarrassing time was when it was your birthday and he made you a vibrator “for those times when we’re all away”. It is kept in a box underneath your bed. 
  • If you request to join them on missions and what not, Jason and Roy will fight you on it. They know you could probably kick ass, but they’re afraid of possibly losing you. Kori is totally on your side with everything, but she warns you to be careful and not throw yourself in harms way. 
  • Meeting the parents is a huge, awkward ordeal. Kori doesn’t have parents really close by, but she’d eventually like you to meet Blackfire. 
  • Roy doesn’t want you to meet Oliver (Green Arrow), at first, still hurt by the past. You convince him otherwise, though, and Oliver is a bit touched that you’d want to see him. Although, it ends in you assuring Oli that if he puts Roy out in the cold again, you will have something to say about it. 
  • Jason is, surprisingly, pretty open to you meeting Bruce. He’s hesitant at first, not sure what Bruce or you would think. It’s a pretty awkward family dinner, considering his brothers kept asking some pretty prying questions. 
  • “Do you all sleep in one bed?”
  • “Have you killed anyone?”
  • “Have you seen Jason kill anyone?”
  • “How likely are you to dump him for me?”
  • “Dick, stop being a dick.”
  • Kori was actually the first to ever initiate a sexual encounter, never having touched a human woman’s body before. It got pretty intense, with you teaching her about your body and vice versa. The second time it happened, Roy walked in and was super into watching this go down. 
  • Fourways are a real work with all of you. Most of the times it’s just switching people off during the event. Every now and then you’ll partake in an act that involves all four of you, but that doesn’t happen super often. 
  • Jason loves having you sit on his face and then having someone else ride him. 
  • Roy is totally into hair-pulling. I mean, how can you not with his beautiful hair? 
  • Kori personally likes scissoring and using toys, fascinated by how your body reacts to each thing. 
  • Even outside the bedroom, Roy can get a bit handsy, but that’s just him. He teases you about wearing his hats all the time. 
  • Jason will scold you for wearing his leather jacket, but he can’t resist you when you do. 
  • Kori loves sharing clothes and having another girl around. It’s all pretty loving and there’s a lot of joking around. 
  • It’s amazing if anyone can get Roy to shut his mouth. 
  • You better be up for random tropical vacations because those three have an alien space ship for transportation.
The Perfect Family//Part 8

A/N: So excited to continue this series it’s a personal favorite. Thank you for all your requests for this, and kind words. 

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Spencer watched as you paced back and forth in the living room he was unable to keep his eyes off of you. “Hey, it’s going to be fine.” 

You looked into the mirror adjusting your dress, “You look great” Spencer said trying to put your mind at ease. You gave him a small smile he had been nothing but a gentlemen, always making you comfortable, getting any last minute goodies you asked for. Giving into every single one of your requests, somehow making it to every single doctors appointment you’d had, and baby classes. 

Tonight the team had invited you both a dinner at Rossi’s which was why you we’re so nervous. A side from small talk, or communicating for work you didn’t really talk to any of them. There was always a weird tension, which you could understand. You knew they we’re concerned, and just wanted the best for Spencer. 

The team didn’t know much about your relationship, especially not how it began. Which would probably just make things even weirder how do you explain that Spencer offered to be your sperm donor and then you lost the baby, then you hooked up, and got really pregnant and now you we’re together. It was weird to even think about it.

Spencer opened the door to the car, extending his hand to help you get you get out. You held on to Spencer’s hand as you walked up the Rossi’s door, before ringing the door bell Spencer looked at you, “Ready?” he said with a huge smile on his face. 

“Sure” you nodded and he rand the door bell. The door opened revealing Garcia’s bright smile, “Welcome, come in come in!” 

Rossi, Hotch and Morgan we’re all gathered in the kitchen, “All us girls are in the back, come on” Penelope said leading the way. As you walked closer you saw a big white table with different pastel colored balloons, the table was filled with bags and different wrapped boxes. 

“Surprise!” Penelope said excited, you could feel JJ and Emily’s eyes watching for your reaction. 

“Spence mentioned no one was throwing you a shower, so we decided to do a little something” JJ said as you sat down. 

“Wow, thank you guys, you didn’t have too” you said still in shock. 

“We wanted too, we love Spencer and we’re so happy to see him happy” Emily added. There was an awkward pause of silence, “So have you guys discussed names it must be hard not knowing the genders” Emily asked. 

“Yeah it seemed like a fun choice to make in the moment but sticking to it has been hard, names have been harder” 

“I wouldn’t have had the patience to wait nine months to know” JJ said as she took a sip of her drink. 

“Well we just care about them being healthy really” We it seemed like a strange thing to say around them. Suddenly there was an awkward moment of silence Penelope quickly picked up on it and started rambling about how amazing Rossi’s food was. 

While Garcia continued to ramble quickly going through different topics of conversation you could see JJ continuously chugging her glass of wine. 

“I need more wine” JJ said abruptly getting up and grabbing the empty bottle was in front of her. 

“She hates me doesn’t she” you said watching her as she stumbled into the house. Emily and Penelope both looked at each other, “No” they both said. 

“JJ and Spencer are very close, best friends really and he hadn’t told any of us about you. Which we understand if he wanted to keep it private but it’s been hard for her to wrap her head around” Emily tried to explain. 

“Yeah I mean one thing is him hiding he had a girlfriend but another is hiding he had a pregnant girlfriend, that’s a lot. But it’s not you, she wouldn’t hate you. None of us hate you, no one hates you. We don’t want you to feel like we hate you” Penelope was sincere. 

“Spencer should’ve said something but in his defense things happened quickly, kind of, so maybe it was the timing.” Or maybe it was you. 

JJ came back with two bottle of wine, “I don’t think Rossi will notice these are gone” she said during her self another glass. “So what did I miss” she said looking at Penelope and Emily. 

“They we’re just reassuring me you didn’t hate me” 

“Why would you think I hate you” You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol but JJ sounded incredibly annoyed. 

“It just feel weird and–” you tried to explain but she immediately cut you off. 

“What’s weird is my best friend not telling he was a girlfriend, a pregnant girl friend, that’s pretty weird” JJ said chugging the glass of wine she had just poured. 

You flinched at the comment, trying to hide the fact that you had obviously been hurt. While trying to decide if you should stay or leave Spencer walked out the house followed by Morgan, Hotch and Rossi. 

You could easily say you didn’t feel well and Spencer would instantly leave. But you wanted him to stay with his friends, this was more for him than for you and that was clear. “Hey” you said grabbing Spencer’s hand, “I’m really tired, I think I’m going to head home.” 

“What, are you okay? We can go if you like” Spencer quickly suggested. 

“No, no you should stay have fun. Cassie is coming to pick me up, I just need to rest” you said trying to sound as convincing as possible. 

“Are you okay?” Spencer was serious this time, his eyes full of concern. 

“Yes, all three of us are just fine.” 

Cassie insisted on keeping you company but all you really wanted was to be alone. You stripped down to your underwear and put on a shirt that barely fit you. With the TV on as background noise, you laid on the couch going over what JJ had said. So much for her not hating you. 

Once you had finally managed to doze off, you heard the door open and quickly close. Spencer dropped his keys on the table, you heard his foot steps as they got closer. He leaned down placing a kiss on your forehead before sitting on the floor. 

“Emily and Penelope told me what JJ said” he waited giving you a chance to respond, but you really didn’t have anything to say. “I’m sorry, she shouldn’t have and it’s none of her business” 

“It is though, she’s your friend. They’re all your friends. It is their business and they’re just looking out for you.” At this point you we’re unable to contain your tears. For the first time you we’re suddenly unsure if this was really the right thing. 


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Imagine...Crowley Surprising You

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Request: Can I request an imagine/one shot with crowley where he figures out you have a thing for his demon eyes and just him in general and takes advantage of it?

Pairing: Crowley x reader

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0.1 Ruins

Jungkook x Reader ft.Jimin

Genre: Angst,Fluff ,Apocalypse AU 

Nobody knew what was happening.He lost everything,he wasn’t normal as he was back than.

Word count: 909

[gifs aren’t mine]

Jungkook POV

Loud crashes, Screaming, Shouting.

That was all I could hear.

“NO!” I screamed as i ran towards my mother who was being held down by an unknown creature

“JUNGKOOK GET OUT OF HERE!” My mother struggled holding back the monster from biting down on her face.

“B-but” I stammered as I shakily lifted the wooden bat that laid on the floor covered in blood

“I SAID GET OUT OF HERE AND FIND JIMIN!” she yelled at the top of her lungs before looking back at me with sorrowful eyes

Her eyes filled with sorrow, fear and sadness.

That was the last thing I saw before she lost her grip and that monster bit her down.

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didmavenkillyou--metoo  asked:

Favorite RQ/GS/KC quote?...XD Alright top 3.

Hmm, I can’t pick anything from King’s cage just yet- but I’ll give you my top three.

RQ: “Many things led to this day, for all of us. A forgotten son, a vengeful mother, a brother with a long shadow, a strange mutation. Together, they’ve written a tragedy.”

GS: “No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.”

And my third actually comes from Queen Song:
“The Calores are children of fire, as strong and destructive as their flame, but Cal will not be like the others before. Fire can destroy, fire can kill, but it can also create. Forest burned in the summer will be green by spring, better and stronger than before. Cal’s flame will build and bring roots from the ashes of war. The guns will quiet, the smoke will clear, and the soldiers, Red and Silver both, will come home. One hundred years of war, and my son will bring peace”

Avenging Angel: Part 21

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1880

Warnings: None

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Braxton Covington was making it so very hard to remember that you were on a mission. Maybe you’d been starved of physical contact like this for too long, but every touch on the dance floor seemed to lower your inhibitions and make you forget why you should be wary of him.

The last time someone had paid attention to you like this was your college boyfriend, junior year. But even his touch hadn’t made you crave for more and feel as wanted as Braxton’s was right now.

It was in the way he gripped your hand to pull you back to him every time you teasingly started dancing away. The way his hand flattened against your stomach, holding your back against his muscular chest. The heavy breaths in your ear as he rolled your body with his.

There was no question. Braxton knew what he was doing on the dance floor.

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So regarding sai’s post about Ed meeting Kacchan

 so @saisai-chan made a post about Ed meeting Kacchan/Ed being similar to Kacchan, so what if KAcchan was mysteriously transported to Amestris? Wouldn’t that actually be hilarious? I can imagine how ‘well’ those toe would get along. So i made something about it! So Ed and Al were just chilling in Garlfiel, Garful’s (sorry I can’t remember his name, he’s the guy in charge of shop Winry works in) shop after the whole Scar scenario waiting for something to happen. Al sat down patiently across Ed as he watched his brother angrily tap his metallic fingers repeatedly on the wooden table, mumbling about how annoying Winry was when it came to auto mail. “Jeez, gear head sure is going at full throttle” Ed said rolling his eyes. Al chuckled at his obnoxious attitude. “This is like a once in a lifetime opportunity for Winry brother, and besides you know how she is auto mail…it’s just the same as how we love alchemy”

"Tch” the short blonde teen gritted his teeth and folded his arms. “Don’t compare Alchemy to automail! They’re different, and why are we even here anyway? lets’s go outside or something!”

“brother Winry told us not to go anywhere, becuase of your arm!”

“and since when was Winry my babysitter? if you haven’t forgotten, I’m the one that paid for her travel fares!”

Al shook his head, as he watched his older brother stomp out of the shop. “brother!” he called out.

“ahh shut up Al! are you coming or not?”

Al looked over at Winry to see if she would react, but fortunately she was too absorbed in her automail.

“…coming” he sighed and followed Ed out of the shop. Ed took a deep breath as he stretched his arms towards the sky. “this is a lot better than staying in there and listening to that weird gear head ramble right Al?”

“speaking of weird brother, don’t you think that guy looks a little odd?”

“hm”? Ed shifted his gaze towards the direction of where Al’s finger was pointing, his eyes locked on a male with an average height, spiky ash blonde hair, hands tucked in oversized trousers and a shirt that looked way too tight to Ed.

“yeah, what’s up with him?”

“do you think he’s lost?” Al asked. Ed shrugged. “well it doesn’t look like he’s from here… let’s go talk to him, we’ve got nothing better to do anyway”


Bakugou grunted, kicking the pebbles on the road, he tucked his hands further in his pockets to prevent him from sparking off explosions. where the fuck was he? wasn’t he just in heights alliance five minutes ago? this place was sure as hell not U.A, in fact, he wasn’t even sure he was still in Japan, because the people walking past him and giving him weird looks looked like people in some old timey film or something… wait…there’s no way he could’ve time traveled right? a lot of things seemed to be possible nowadays in his superhuman world, but despite the wide range of super powers in the world, no one has ever heard, said, or done anything time-travel related.

“fuck!” he yelled, earning more gazes from the people on the road. “‘the fuck is this place?!”

“hey!” a voice called out, making Bakugou look up.

“you’re not from around here are you? are you lost?” Ed asked,still a bit shocked at Bakugou’s appearance.

“do you need any help? we could guide you if you want” Al said.

“fuck you, I’m not lost and i don’t need your guidance!”

Ed and AL looked at each other. “well you heard him, let’s go Al” Al held onto Ed’s shoulder. “wait brother! you don’t look like you’re from here… so we were just wondering if you needed some help, you looked lost”

“Eh?! didn’t I tell you I’m not lost!”

“who’s we, you’re the one who wanted to see him, we don’t have to deal with this if he doesn’t need our help, let’s go, he looks weird anyway, so we shouldn’t be dealing with him”

Bakugou gritted his teeth as he felt the veins in his forehead throb.”’THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING WEIRD, YOU SHORT ASSHOLE?!”

“oh no…” Al muttered.


“He didn’t say that brother!”

 Bakugou, a bit confused, found pleasure in the fact that the blonde guy got ticked off when he was called short, and decided to take it up a notch. “you better fuck off you short midget, and get out of my way!”



It was too late for Al to try and calm Ed down because next thing you know, the two angry blondes were already charging towards each other. Bakugou attacked first, sending an exploding palm towards Ed’s face but Ed blocked it in time with his right arm.

“Brother, that Alchemy… isn’t like Scar’s?!” Al asked, observing their fight from a distance, feeling relieved that the townspeople were nowhere in sight anymore.

“you’re damn right it is!” Ed answered fairly missing to kick Bakugou in the abdomen and making him stumble backwards.

“you working with Scar?! you bastard!” he yelled.

“Don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but you’re dead!” Bakugou charged towards Ed again, leaping in the air and sending another exploding palm to his face, Ed blocked it just in time, but Bakugou managed to use a hand to grab a fistful of Ed’s hair, and another on his left arm, making him fling Ed.

‘what the hell? He’s pretty heavy for someone his size…’

“this guy’s a tough one…” Ed muttered. ‘i guess I gotta go with another plan’ he clapped his hands and plastered his palms on the ground.

‘does he have some kind of electricity quirk?’ Bakugou wondered as he watched the electric sparks fly out of Ed’s hands. Ed smirked as he watched Bakugou’s face turn into a mixture of complete shock and confusion when his alchemy caused the ground which they were standing on to rise into ridges and head in Bakugou’s direction. Fortunately for Bakugou, he managed to dodge most of them with only a few grazing him and the rest he had to take them head on.

“what the hell kinda quirk is that you damn midget?!” he yells.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Ed replies a she makes more ground ridges. “I’m talking about that shit you keep creating out of nothing!” Bakugou yelled charging towards Ed again, he used his explosions to propel him in the air, blasting Ed’s face with one hand, he quickly used more explosions to maneuver himself in the air, blasting Ed’s back with another  explosion (like what he did to Deku in their first fight). Ed retaliates by grabbing onto Bakugou’s hand with his right arm and pinning him down to the ground.

‘what the fuck’s up with that arm…?  no way i’m losing to this guy!’

“I know you know Scar so let’s settle this you bastard!” Ed yells as he’s about to thrown a punch at Bakugou’s face with his right arm, but Bakugou kicks Ed off of him.

“no, I’ll be the one settling things you fucking midget”

“alright that’s it!!!” 

Bakugou knows Ed is strong, but he refuses to give up easily, he sparks off more explosions and charges towards Ed, only to have his attack blocked by a suit of armor.

“what the?!” Bakugou yelled as the helm of the armor suit of armor came flying in his direction.

As the smoke screen wore off, it became evident that the weird suit of armor, didn’t have a head.

“an invisibility quirk huh?”

“an invisibility quirk?” Al repeats.

“He’s shocked! now Al grab him!” Ed yells.

“what, no! I’m trying to stop you— “

Bakugou cut Al off by blasting his armor with more explosions.

“Hey you cut that out! you’re gonna char my armor!” Al said grabbing hold of Bakugou’s arms.

“good job Al!” Ed said transmuting a  huge cage and trapping them both inside.

“hey! why’d you trap me?!”

“sorry” Ed transmuted another ground ridge, sending Al flying through a whole at the top of the cage and catching him with a giant hand made from alchemy.

“you fucktards! you better let me out of this thing!” he yelled shaking the railings.

“i thought he’d be scared of me…” Al said picking up his head.

“why the hell would i be afraid? i happen to know someone like you”

“you mean, you know someone who can transmute souls into armor?!” Ed asked.

“transmute souls? what the hell are you babbling about shithead?!” Bakugou yelled.

“brother… his alchemy is strange don’t you think?”

Ed nodded. “yeah… he didn’t even use a transmutation circle… it’s not  anywhere on his hands, I didn’t see a philosopher stone either, yet he can freely make explosions with his hands…”

“maybe it’s combustion Alchemy?”

“yeah but combustion Alchemy also uses transmutation circles Al…”

Right now, Bakugou desperately wished he was with Kirishima right now, he never knew he could miss the idiot so much until today, even seeing Deku’s face would satisfy him… if this was some kind of nightmare he really wanted to wake up.

“…well the only way we’ll get answers is by asking him directly, hey! what kind of Alchemist are you?!”

“what is this ‘alchemy’ you keep babbling about?”

“how do you make your palms explode?” Al asked.

“it’s called a quirk you dumbass!”

“quirk? what are you talking about? that’s clearly alchemy! do you have… a philosphers stone?”

For some reason, Bakugou was pissed off at the fact that Ed turned serious while he said ‘philosophers  stone’, and he was pissed off at the fact they kept calling his quirk ‘alchemy’, and he was pissed off at the fact that he was as confused as hell.

“what the fuck is a philosophers stone? what the hell is this alchemy you keep talking about?! this, this is a fucking quirk!” he yelled sparking off huge explosions from both palms.

“you are working with Scar aren’t you?!” Ed transmuted his right arm into a blade and pointed it at Bakugou.


“argh! you’re really pissing me off! DIE!”

Ed and Al stepped back as Bakugou made a huge explosion, destroying the front of the cage.

“what incredible power” Al mused.

Ed and Bakugou charged at each other again.



Before Ed could even reach Bakugou he got hit by a flying wrench. Bakugou stopped running as he watched Ed pathetically on the ground.

“what the–?”


“owww… dammit Winry, why’d you have to get in the way?!” Ed cried while rubbing the huge bump on his head.

“he started it anyway!” Ed said pointing at Bakugou.

“Who?!…oh…who’s this?”

I really have no idea where I was going with this… so I’ll just summarize this before it turns into some kind of weird crossover fic… honestly I never intended to let it get this far… so I’ll just summarize the rest!

  • Winry insist on letting Bakugou go back to the hotel with them
  • Bakugou of course doesn’t want to, but his stomach gives him away because he hasn’t eaten anything since he woke up.
  • Bakugou says the hotel food taste like shit
  • Winry hits his head with a wrench
  • Winry adores Bakugou because he’s tall and muscular, Ed tries not to be jealous
  • Everytime Winry gushes over Bakugou he tells her to shut up
  • WInry hits his head with a wrench
  • Bakugou secretly thinks Winry is pretty cool, especially when she yells at Ed.
  • Bakugou ends up becoming apart of the team
  • He also ends up going to dublith with Ed and the others, and trains under Izumi
  • Izumi adores Bakugou even though he’s a little shit, and she rewards him with unexpected punches and kicks
  • Bakugou tends to genuinely care about Izumi beacause her condition reminds him of All Might’s own.
  • Somewhere along the line, Bakugou ends up learning and mastering combustion alchemy after Ed tells him he’ll never be capable of     learning it.
  • Bakugou learns that the combustion alchemy goes really well with his explosions
  • He also gets used to the clothes in Amestris, and since Ed’s trousers are fairly baggy, Bakugou happens to like them. He still wears his clothes loosely though.
  • Ed takes Bakugou to the military to meet Mustang and the others.
  • Bakugou and Mustang don’t get along
  • Bakugou thinks Hughes such a pain in the ass, but silently cried when he died.
  • Bakugou gets annoyed by Al beacuse Al reminds him of Deku
  • Bakugou also meets the homunculi and despises every single one of them
  • He has a hard time fighting them during one of their encounters
  • Bakugou thinks the chimera are cool (especially Hienkel, the lion)
  • he thinks May is like an even more annoying version of Uraraka
  • Bakugou doesn’t care about Yoki at all
  • Kimbly loves Bakugou and persuades him to join with him
  • The feeling isn’t mutual
  • Scar and Bakugou are neutral towards each other
  • everyone knows that Bakugou is not from Amestris, or their world.
  • Bakugou doesn’t like Hoenheim that much at first     because he reminds him of Endeavour, but after seeing how cool he was, his feeling changed
  • Bakugou becomes a target of the homunculi
  • Bakugou ends up fighting in the last battle alongside everyone else against Father, and he found himself cheering for Ed
  • After the battle, Bakugou becomes a philosopher
  • He grows out his hair and ties it into a bun (in favor of @saisai-chan‘s older Bakugou post)
  • Bakugou really misses everyone at U.A especially All Might and Kirishima, but he won’t admit it.
  • He searches for a way to get back to his world…

yeah… so that’s it… I really don’t know why i did this but I had to… maybe @sevi007 can make a better version…

I Need Friends (Barry Allen x Reader)

This is my first Barry Allen imagine so please don’t judge :) Also since this is Ezra Miller’s Barry Allen, although since both Grant Gustin and him play the same character, there are lots of differences too. I tried to analyze everything about Ezra’s Barry from the trailer, this is the best I could do, enjoy.

Request: #3: “I could die!”

                      “Please go tell someone who cares.”

                #8: “I was hired to kill you, but you are really cute.”

Barry Allen (Ezra Miller) x female reader

Word Count: 627

Warnings: One swear, death threats

A/N: The reader is a villain, but I tried to make up a new villain because if she was someone we already knew about then this would be a villain x Barry Allen imagine. The reader has the power of controlling elements (water, earth, fire, air) Also this is a small imagine because of the prompts that were chosen.

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes

Barry Allen was heading back to his apartment. It was getting dark outside and he was exhausted after working whole day. When he got to his front door, he tried to find his keys. Being the clumsy person he is, he dropped his keys on the ground and tried to pick them up while still trying to hold his bags. After the third try he got his keys and found the front door’s. He left the bags on the ground and entered to his small apartment. His apartment was more like a lab, he had lots of technological devices. His research papers from work, his files and everything he used in his daily life was all over the place. He turned the lights on then he had a mini heart attack. There was a woman, who he hasn’t seen before, sitting on one of his chairs.

“Hello Barry, it’s a pleasure to meet you” The stranger grinned. Barry awkwardly kept staring at her. He had lots of things going on his mind but he couldn’t pick which one to say. He opened his mouth and all he could do was making a strange noise. A few moments later he managed to say something: “I-I don’t know who you are but whoever you are looking for, is not here.” He stuttered, avoiding eye contact with the stranger. “I’m Y/N.” said the woman. “Well, It-It doesn’t explain why there is a total stranger sitting in the dark on my second favorite chair.” He said quickly.

Before Barry could even understand what was going on Y/N was already attacking Barry with water. Barry couldn’t move because he was shocked, he was drowning in the water and he couldn’t breathe. When he finally acknowledged what was happening, he ran to the other side of the room, nearly running out of breath. Now he was in his suit, because he realized that the woman was obviously trying to kill him. Y/N slowly walked towards Barry and grinned: “Are you sure, the person I’m looking for is not here, Flash?”  Barry was barely breathing, he was on the ground trying to get up:” I could have died!” he shouted between his coughs.

“Please, go tell someone who cares.” Y/N whined. Barry quickly got up and ran, trying to make a plan on how to get away from the villain. He decided to distract the woman by talking and running across the room continuously, this would also make her tired. He stopped in one of the corners. This time, without even thinking, Y/N attacked him with fire. He wasn’t tricked like the last time he quickly got away. “Hey, maybe we should stop trying to kill each other and focus on getting to know each other, what do you think?” He yelled across the room. “You talk too much.” Y/N mumbled angrily and created a small thunder inside the room, making its way to Barry. “Oh, shit.” Barry whispered.  He quickly ran behind the TV and hid there. “I-I need friends though! Would you still want to consider my offer?” He yelled again.

Y/N didn’t make any sound. Barry was confused where she was, although it was a small apartment, behind all those stuff Barry owned, she could be anywhere and Barry started to get worried. After a few seconds later a warm hand grabbed Barry from his neck and held him up. Y/N was choking him: “I was hired to kill you, but you are really cute.” She smiled but was still not letting Barry go. “W-well thanks-I was actually-“ He said barely breathing. Without letting Barry finish his sentence, Y/N had already started burning his throat with her hands that were getting warmer and warmer each second.

“Oh my god.” Barry whispered.

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strawberry moon by turnyourankle (20k)

Harry really should have known better than to agree to one of Niall’s schemes. Especially one that involved Irish magic. Then again, how was he supposed to know he and Louis would end up swapping bodies?

all the small things by kitundercover (20k)

Louis stares. “You’re five inches tall.” He says finally.

“I am about that.” The tiny man agrees.

“You’ve been making strange noises and scaring the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry.” The tiny man winces.

“You’ve been breaking my things.”

“Not on purpose.”

That voice is disconcertingly deep, and Louis keeps wanting to look up and find the fully grown person that it must surely be coming from. He takes a deep breath and moves onto the next impossible point.

“You’ve been riding my rabbit.” He says.

AU// Harry is five inches tall and can’t remember how he got that way, but maybe with Louis’ help they can work it out.

runner on third by anonymous for louvie (39k)

As Harry stood there, the other man turned around, and he knew he was correct in who he thought it was.
“Louis?” he asked, still not quite believing it.
Louis blinked. “Harry? Wh– what are you doing here?”
“I work here,” Harry said. “What are you doing here?”
“Um, I’m picking up my brother. The nurse called and said he was sick.”
Harry felt like he was going to be sick. “Wait, Ernest is your brother? Since when do you have a brother?”
“Since about seven years ago, I guess. Wait, how do you know Ernest?”
“I’m his teacher.”
“You’re his what?” Louis exclaimed.
Harry gulped. This was going to be a long year.

Or, the AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don’t pick up where they left off.

searching for the cure (we found us) by itsprobablylarry (30k)

“So you woke up as a frog,” Louis considers out loud. “What if you’re like that princess that turns into a swan during the day but is a human between sunset and sunrise?”

Harry just blinks at him, clearly unimpressed.

(Basically: Louis doesn’t quite know how to handle the fact that his best friend/roommate wakes up as a frog.)

roots by cherrystreet (43k)

There aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous. He’s spent the past couple of years on and off various stages, filled with screaming fans, all chanting his name, loud and adoring. He’s done countless interviews, some even on live, national television, never faltering over his words, answers meticulously planned out, smooth and steady. He’s signed countless autographs, taken just as many photos, and even when he sat in his label’s studio, waiting to see how high up on the charts his single made it, he didn’t feel uneasy or uncomfortable. It’s all been unbelievably fun. No, there aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous.

Enter Louis Tomlinson.

tall tales for summer by turnyourankle

Harry knows something is up when his mum insists on throwing him a birthday party in the summer. He’s even more suspicious of her intentions when he notices the guest list is all male.

(Or, modern nobility AU where Harry’s mother is trying to set him up without his knowledge.)

where your heart is by anhcor, tvshows_addict

Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.

Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.

run like the devil by benzos

Harry stops pouting, but his frown is still fixed in place. “Are you sure?” he asks. “You know it’s your soul you’re signing away.” He sounds…sad? No, that’s not right, but there’s something.

Christ. This is the most incompetent demon Louis’ ever met. If he hadn’t seen the red of his eyes he wouldn’t believe he was a demon at all. How’d he get this job if he isn’t trying to convince Louis to deal? Or is it just another trick? A ploy for sympathy?

“I’m sure,” Louis says. “Come over here and kiss me.”


Supernatural AU. Louis hunts demons; Harry’s the strangest demon he’s ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

harry, did you know (that your baby boy is married to his best friend?) by tempolarriefics

10 years ago, Louis and Zayn made a pact that if they weren’t married by 30, they’d marry each other. So they do, as best mates do.

Enter Harry Styles, who’s new to town. He and Louis are immediately drawn to one another. Louis doesn’t tell Harry about Zayn, because they’re just friends (who are married.)

Harry finds out on Christmas Day, Louis/Zayn’s “anniversary”.

aka a marriage pact AU with a twist

read you for some kind of poem by mentalistecbm

He likes to imagine that he’s always aware of Harry’s eyes on him, but the spark that flashes across his body at how often Harry licks his lips while looking at his throat doesn’t feel like something he’s explicitly and consciously acknowledged before, but it feels familiar. Usual. Right.

(Louis is human, and Harry is lucky enough to be his vampire boyfriend.)

Joker imagine: He realizes that he’s in love

mcfadkaylala said:Hello lovely, I didn’t know if requests are still open but could you do an imagine where J finally realizes that he is in love with reader (female) and they make love for the first time, surprising reader? Thank youuu ❤❤❤

/Thanks for requesting! 

Originally posted by fandcm-world

Originally posted by want-your-kisses


Joker’s P.O.V.

Everything was perfect. We kidnapped our enemy that had sent threats to Y/N for weeks now. In the end we found out that it was a robber that also seemed to be a fucking pervert. We tied him to a chair in my torture room and there was a row of my armed henchmen making sure that Y/N was safe as she was allowed to take revenge.

I stood by the door and watched as she stepped into the room. Y/N was wearing a beautiful black dress and her black heels. Her hair was curled and she had her signature make-up look on, red lips and a smokey eye. She was extremely beautiful, it took my breath away.

We had been together for a few weeks now and it had been getting more serious lately. I really liked her and I was excited to see how mad she really was. Y/N was allowed to do whatever she wanted to him, her little torture toy.The man had a tape on his mouth and his eyes were covered with a blindfold, yet it was obvious that he was scared to death. His skin was sweaty and he was trembling a little.

‘’Well who do we have here?’’ She broke the silence and smiled so widely that we could see her pearly white teeth. She walked right in front of the man and tugged the blindfold aside so he could see who would probably kill him. I leaned against the wall and looked at my girl proudly. Suddenly the man yelled and tried to wiggle himself free, but it was useless. It made Y/N laugh at his desperate try to run away. He knew very well that Y/N knew who he was. 

‘’You’re not so tough anymore aren’t you?’’ Y/N snicked and walked to the side where she found a table with all kinds of torturing tools, knives, guns, needles, razors and things many couldn’t even name.I watched as the man gulped and tears started to roll down his ugly face as he saw that Y/N tried to choose something. ‘’Oh J you really picked out some good toys’’ She complimented me and looked into my eyes.

A strange feeling took over me as our eyes met. Her E/C ones were so full of joy and a sick twist, but also affection. My heart started to beat harder and I was surprised because I was nearly convinced that I didn’t have one. This feeling was so pure, somehow soft but scary. It came as soon as she looked at me nearly pulling me into this trance. 

‘’Well of course doll’’ I smiled and decided not to make things awkward by standing silently there. Y/N got back to work and I was left thinking about this feeling. 

I watched as she grabbed a sharp surgeon knife and then walked up to the man. ‘’Time to make you smile one last time’’ She whispered and so blood started to spill..

                Y/N had taken care of her business and in the end he bled to death. We walked out of the room and let my men clean up the mess. ‘’That was fun’’ She chirped and then sat down on the kitchen chair in our penthouse. I grabbed two wineglasses and put them on the kitchen island. ‘’I’m proud of you doll’’ I started and then poured red wine into the glasses. My gut told me to spit the words out. But I was nervous. 

On the other hand I had already made up my mind. So I handed her a glass and we cheered. ‘’I love you’’ I told her honestly and watched as she nearly dropped her glass in surprise. Her cheeks reddened and she seemed like she didn’t expect those words to leave my mouth. I meant it, I truly did. There was no way I could ignore it anymore. I loved Y/N.

‘’I love you too J’’ Y/N smiled and then put her glass down. Her words made me happy inside. Knowing that she felt the same way about me was just so refreshing and comforting. We were madly in love you could say. I stood up and put my hands on her lower back. She wrapped her arms around my neck and so I leaned closer to kiss her gently.

Her lips felt so good against mine. They were so soft and kissable. She pressed herself closer to me and kissed me deeper. The kiss tasted like wine, but I liked it and it seemed like she did as well. I pulled back and our eyes met. Her pupils were big and she looked hungry. We didn’t have to speak to know what was going to happen.I picked her up so her legs were around my waist and I held her by her bum. ‘’Make love to me’’She whispered into my ear so softly in made my heart flutter.

‘’I will darling..’’ I promised as we got into our bedroom. I shut the door with my leg and then I walked to the big bed. Y/N smiled as I placed her down and climbed above her smaller body. She started to unbutton my button up shirt with her sneaky little fingers. Soon enough it was on the floor and I was shirtless. I touched the hem of her short dress and dragged it up and got it off of her easily. I saw her body clearly as she lied there with only her lacy purple underwear. She seemed so fragile, like something very precious. I couldn’t hurt her.

‘’You’re so beautiful’’  I murmured softly and then pressed a kiss on her jaw. Y/N put her hands on my back and held onto me tightly as I started to kiss a path on her skin down to her boobs. Her skin was so soft. I couldn’t wait to make her feel good, make her feel my love that I thought couldn’t exist - but I was wrong. I pulled back and then slipped my hand under back to unclasp her bra. Thank lord it was strapless. Soon it was on the floor with my shirt and her dress. Y/N smiled at me and it made me happy that she was happy.

So I cupped her boobs softly to make turn her on a little more. A moan escaped her pretty lips as I played with her lovely tits. They were so round and soft, so fun to play with and she loved it. As I used my hands on them, I leaned down and kissed her stomach. Goosebumps appeared on her skin from the sudden touch. I planted kisses all over her until I felt like it was enough - for now. 

‘’I’ll be right back’’I promised and then got out of bed. Y/N rolled her finger in her hair and looked at me as I got rid of my pants. My cock was hardening for her ,but I was going to go gentle this time. I wanted to feel her, I wanted us to connect. I grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it on before I joined her back in the bed. She had taken off her undies while I wasn’t looking.

‘’Oh pretty you’ve got a pair of sneaky hands’’ I chuckled and then smiled. ‘’Learned from the best’’ She winked playfully and then licked her lips so sexily.Oh how perfect she was. It’s like she was flawless. My girl..

I positioned myself and then slowly pushed my length inside of her warm and welcoming walls. I looked into her eyes and didn’t dare to break our eye contact. Her lips turned into an ‘o’ shape as I entered her fully and stayed there so she could adjust. She felt fucking amazing around me. She was so soft and tight and wet. ‘’J’’ She breathed out and wrapped her arms my neck. Slowly I started to move, but not fastening the pace. ‘’I love you, I really do’’ I told her softly. Her eyes sparkled from joy and pleasure. ‘’I love you too’’ Y/N whispered and gently bucked her hips against mine.

It was a sign that she wanted more. I started to speed up a little bit and watched as her expression changed whenever I moved. She was so beautiful and the pleasure was so intense. It was a different kind of pleasure. It felt good, but this time I felt it so much closer. Our bodies were so close, we were one. Her hands held onto my shoulders tightly and her E/C eyes were directed into mine. Everything was more intense.

A moan rolled out of her mouth and it drove me crazy. I wanted to make her feel amazing, because she made me feel heavenly. ‘’Do you like that princess?’’ I cooed and hit the same spot inside of her again. She nodded and whimpered a ‘yes’. I kept rolling my hips the same way so she could feel as good as possible. 

It felt so good. She took me so well, almost like she was made for me. ‘’mmh doll..’’ I grunted out in pleasure. She smiled as she noticed me being taken by pleasure as well.I brought my hand down and lifted her leg a little so I got a better angle. Suddenly her eyes rolled to the back of her head and a loud moan escaped her plump lips. ‘’Yes J..’’ She cried out happily and encouraged me to keep thrusting from there. It felt so amazing. ‘’I’m close’’ She warned me and then bit her bottom lip hard. So was I.

‘’Look at me baby’’ I demanded with a soft voice. She gathered her strength and looked into my eyes. I leaned down to kiss her as I started to pound in and out of her harder to bring us both to our highs. Her hands held onto my tighter and she dug her nails into my skin, but I didn’t mind. Her marks made me proud. Just to make it better for her, I started to rub her clit with my left hand. She moaned into our kiss.

Then she came. Her walls tightened around me and her muscles tensed. It only pushed me to my own orgasm and I stopped thrusting. She was crying out my name, but my senses dulled out so I barely heard her. Pure pleasure was taking over my body. I filled the condom and whispered out her name as a thrilling feeling shook me. 

After gathering myself, I pulled out of her and took off the condom, throwing it in the bin. Our bodies were covered in sweat, giving us the after-sex glow. Y/N lied on the bed and hugged the pillow tightly. She was fucking gorgeous.

‘’You look like an angel’’ I let her know and then snuggled close to her, wrapping my arm around her to keep her right next to me. She nuzzled her face in the crook of my neck and for a moment I felt complete. I had my own angel in my arms.