i really should go to bed wow

anonymous asked:

Ooh in that case a 10 times sex went hilariously wrong list??

top 10 times things went wrong during sex!!

Could you do a Top 10 With the FUN STORIES ABOUT THINGS GOING WRONG DURING SEX? This is from the ASK about Yuuri more silly and confident.

You mentioned “amusing ‘things going wrong during sex’ stories” and now I’m wondering if that could be made into a top ten list? (≧∇≦)

Top ten ‘things going wrong during sex’ stories!!!!!!

 Since you mentioned it in a previous ask, would you mind doing a top 10 things going wrong and / or funny things which happened during Victor and Yuuri having sex? :P

 The Top 10 ‘things going wrong during sex’ stories should definitely be a thing, but i’m not going to press you to write more (even if not explicit) sex scenes. But it would be and absolutely hilarious topic (and it would be definitely be commented in some drunk-ish after party, just let it on Chris hands). 


wow, you guys really wanted this one so I bumped it to the top of the queue! 


Top 10 Times Things Went Wrong During Sex:

10) One time they were in a single bed and Yuuri was riding Viktor but halfway through Viktor decided to flip them over so that he was on top. The only problem was that he was used to having a king-sized bed and so instead of rolling them over he just dumped them both on the floor instead. It took Yuuri five full minutes to stop laughing

9) In reference to one of my previous top tens, during their first visit to Yuuri’s parents Yuuri refused to have sex at all in his parent’s house surrounded by his family. And Viktor totally respected that but after two weeks of blue balls he and Yuuri were taking Vicchan and Makkachin for a walk on the beach and he basically jumped Yuuri, who was very down with that idea. Which was great in the moment but afterwards Yuuri kept giving him death glares like ‘I have sand in my clothes, I have sand in my hair I have sand in places where sand is never supposed to be’.

8) During their second visit to the onsen, Yuuri refused to have sex in the onsen itself but Viktor did manage to convince Yuuri to let Viktor give him a blowjob after they got out of the water. But since they had just spent a really long time in very hot water and most of Yuuri’s blood was…not in his head, he ended up fainting at a really not opportune moment. Viktor freaked out and was terrified that Yuuri was seriously hurt but he woke up after a couple of seconds and Mari just stuck a cold cloth on his head, told him to suck it up and smirked at them both because Yuuri had been using the hot springs since he was a kid so she knew their story about him fainting from it just being too hot was complete bullshit.

7) Once they were being pretty athletic and adventurous which was going great until Viktor accidentally pulled a muscle and Yuuri teased him mercilessly about being an old man who couldn’t keep up with his athlete boyfriend anymore. The main problem came when Viktor had to explain to people at the rink how he pulled a muscle because neither of them wanted to tell the truth. Everyone figured it out anyway.

6) Once Viktor forgot to lock the bedroom door and Makkachin jumped onto the bed between them mid sex. They both screamed and jumped apart and it completely ruined the mood and then they couldn’t bring themselves to push Makkachin off the bed and lock him out again to continue because he looked too happy.

5) There was a time when Viktor convinced Yuuri to try being blindfolded which Yuuri decided to try out. But they didn’t bet on Yuuri being really jumpy without his vision and prone to startling so at one point Viktor leant down to give him a blowjob without warning him first and he jerked on instinct and accidentally kicked Viktor in the face. It took them about 10 minutes to stop the nosebleed but they were able to laugh about it afterwards once Yuuri stopped panicking.

4) They were once in the shower together and Viktor decided to try and pick Yuuri up like in chapter 13. Except he didn’t account for the fact that it is a lot harder to pick someone up in the shower surrounded by water and so he slipped, dropped Yuuri and broke their shower rack by grabbing onto it to try and stay upright.

3) Yuuri really likes pulling Viktor’s hair during sex and Viktor really likes getting his hair pulled during sex. But one time Yuuri pulled a bit too hard and accidentally yanked some of Viktor’s hair out. It was only a few strands and didn’t actually hurt that much but they then had to stop because Yuuri needed to comfort an inconsolable Viktor over the fact that he thought that he was losing his hair.

2) At the start of their relationship Viktor did a lot of the dirty talk which they’re both really into. But he was really keen for Yuuri to try it too. But Yuuri wasn’t that confident at the beginning and he could never think about what to say and felt really awkward so he was never confident enough to do it. So one day during sex Viktor suggested that Yuuri try dirty talking in Japanese to see if he felt more comfortable doing it that way (and because Viktor has a very badly hidden language kink). But Yuuri kind of panicked and just blurted out the first thing that came into his mind which was ‘I love katsudon’. Viktor didn’t speak fluent Japanese but he still recognised the word Katsudon and so they had to stop because he was laughing too hard to continue. He managed to convince Yuuri that it was actually pretty hilarious after a while of Yuuri being mortified and it became a private joke between them.

1) At one point Yuuri started to get a bit more open and comfortable with asking to try out new things with Viktor, who is ecstatic about it. One of the things he suggested was trying out handcuffs but he got really embarrassed and just bought the first cheap pair that he could find. Everything went fine until after they were finished when it turned out that the locking mechanism had jammed which meant that neither the key nor the emergency switch worked. So Viktor was stuck handcuffed to the bed and they were both way too embarrassed to call anyone for help. They eventually managed to get them off and laughed about it once it was over. Later Viktor bought Yuuri some high quality handcuffs as a present and made him promise never to use cheap sex toys again.

Fire Emblem Fates Private Quarters sentence starters

“Did you need some music to relax to?”
“I would love to hear the story of how you fell in love…”

“I’m glad we’re finally getting the chance to know each other.”

“Is this about the thing I broke? I am SO sorry!”

“I brought you a snack…Oops.”

“thanks for inviting me over…and for not asking me to clean your room!”

“Thanks for always being so nice to me…”

“I know we’re friends, but I’m still happy to work for you.”

“I’ll always walk by your side. And hopefully not trip you constantly.”

“Care for a cup of tea? I brought a hot kettle just in case.”

“I though you might be famished, so I brought you some refreshments.”

“Do other guests get the same sterling treatment here?”

“When we’re together like this, it feels just like old times.”

“Would you mind if I hide out here awhile?”
“Thanks to you, I am still alive. Thank you, my friend.”

“I shall dedicate every waking moment to securing your health and happiness.”

“I hope you like talking about animal husbandry and cooking…”

“I’m not sure it’s good for me to be seen in here…”

“Teaching you to pick a lock won’t take long, but I gotta ask… Why?”

“I can think of a few people who’d hate to see us being friendly like this.”

“Y'know, if things had turned out differently, we could have really gotten to be friends.”

“I’m glad you invited me here. I really needed a break.”

“If this is how it is, I’ll get my slippers. We can all cuddle.”

“What’s with all the racket in here? Are you playing the drums or something?”

“Why did you invite me here again?”

“I finally feel like I can trust you. What? It’s a compliment!”

“I Really appreciate you offering to help. You give the best advice.”

“Your room is so nice… Thanks for giving me a tour.”

“If you don’t mind, maybe we could spend more time together. Is that selfish?”

“You make me want to try my hardest to be a better person!”

“You sent for me? Well, I’ve got a few questions to ask you too.”

“That seemed completely pointless, But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“I’m sorry that you’re totally wrong about everything.“
“I know you wanted to talk to me about something, but I forgot what it was…”

“I wonder how you’d look in something new?”

“I don’t like being inside. I’d rather be outside training.”

“Shall I perform for you? Reciting poetry is one of my gifts…”

“My room was dark. You don’t mind if I sleep in here…do you?”

“Do you have anything to eat? I’m starving!

“I really miss my family sometimes…”
“Hey if you’re ever lonely… I’m here.”

“I’ve never felt so taken care of. I wouldn’t mind coming here more often…”

“Ok. Let’s hear your latest knock-knock joke. I hope it’s good.”

“You’re not going to lecture me on my temper again, are you?”

“I Brought some more face paint like you asked.”

“It’s brave to summon me when I’m all worked up. Are you ready to fight?”

“I’d be glad to help you with some chores. It’s no trouble at all…”

“Nothing is more important than training, but I suppose one must also rest every now and then.”

“Did you have a long day? Let me rub your head.”

“Just tell me who I need to kill to make you happy, sweetie.”

“What are you doing? You’re obviously not studying.”

“Are you ready for our tickle fight?”

“I’m planning to chat up some girls later. Mind if I run some lines by you?”
“This has been fun, but I need to get in some dance practice today.”

“You know what would look great on you? The blood of our enemies!”

“Next one I slay in battle is all for you!”
“You’re not going to make me play that game again, are you? I won fair and square!”

“I brought the poison like you asked. Do you want to taste it? A sip won’t kill you.”

“You didn’t summon me here to braid your hair, did you?”

“Who did you want to exact revenge on this time? Go ahead… you can tell me.”

“You seem nervous. Was this meant to be a date?”

“If you don’t have anything planned for tonight, I can think of a few suggestions…”

“It’s so revealing to see your room like this.”

“I’d offer to give you a massage, but…. I might break you.”

“You need a jar opened or something? No problem.”

“I am ready to administer Justice!”

“Tell me…. Does a vigorous romance keep you young at heart?”

“I hope you’re grateful to have such a safe haven.”

“I don’t know why…but I get exited every time you invite me over!”

“This was fun. Ok, bye.”

“Your room is looking really clean. Here. Let me sprinkle some dust around for you.”

“I’m ready to plan our next prank. So who’s the unlucky guy this time?”

“Kind of you to have me over. and not to clean, right?”

“May I assist you? We must keep your things in working order.”

“I’m here! Where are the appetizers? What kind of party is this?”

“It’s so weird to be a guest and not the host. I think I like it!”

“Your party games are the silliest. I’m taking notes…”

“I don’t need any divine insight to know we’ll always be friends.”

“I’m home! Are you going to ask me about my day now?”

“I’ve been rehearsing our duet. Should we do some vocal warm-ups?”

“Are you going to show me your drawing? I’d love to see your artwork.”

“Are you going to teach me that tune you were whistling?”
“I just clocked out. This won’t take long, will it?”

“Shall I brew you some coffee now? I could use some too.”

“I have up on a nap to come visit you… and I’m glad I did.”

“Are we here to chat, or is there something I should be apologizing for?”

“I’m glad we got to talk. It helps me forget about the bad stuff.”

“I picked some fragrant herbs for you… wanna smell?”

“So are we going to hang out…together?”

“Maybe i’ll bag a bear soon. I’ll bring it here if I do!”

“I came all the way here, so you better make it worth my while. A few cupcakes will do the trick.”

“Why would you invite me over during snack time? Snack time is sacred!”

“Let’s play! The floor is hot lava. Quick! Jump on the bed!”

“I didn’t realize this would be such an…informal…get-together”

“Is it customary for people to spend together time like this? I wasn’t aware…”

“You summon me here / For some poetry lessons. / Too bad you’re hopeless.”

“How very tranquil it is here. I wish the world was the same.”

“Wow. This room really IS a mess. You should really let me help.”

“I hope I’m the only one you invite back here….”

“I know I don’t NEED to put a spell on you…but I think I’m going to anyway.”

“May I look at your book collection again?”

“I wish you’d let me help you decorate. Some of these fabrics are so dreary!”

“All right, here’s my greatest beauty tip: love yourself, no matter what ugly things other people say.”

“Did you just invite me here to tease me… or what?”

“We’re not planning on staying up all night telling each other ghost stories, are we?”

“Anytime you want to clean, just ask me! We might find some lint!”

“Your room is huge! There’s tons of space to play!”

“I love hearing about your dreams.”

“I swear that when I achieve true transcendent power, I will use it in your service!”

“I’m here for my singing lessons. I know… I’m hopeless!”

“Do you want me to do the cheer-up dance? It will turn your frown upside down!”

“Whew…it’s hot in here! I’m just gonna take off my–Oh, sorry. Is that not appropriate?”

“You know what this place needs? Kitten posters!”

taylor-tut  asked:

My dude, I live for Langst, and I would LOVE to see something where he's crabby with a really bad headache and maybe gets into a fight with Keith? You can choose what happens after that! Thank you so much! <3

There is a small amount of swearing in this.

I had a lot of fun writing this, thank you for the request!

(I’m really grateful for all of the requests so far, I have 5 more to write already!)

Lance had just spent the last half hour glaring at his ceiling. He had no idea what the castle time was, only that he should definitely be sleeping; however, he realized his attempts would be fruitless. He had woken up needing to use the restroom, but soon found he would not be able to rest due to a throbbing headache.

The quiet of the castle should have been excellent for a headache, but it only seemed to amplify all sounds. The distant hum of the castle’s inner workings now sounded like a fly buzzing around his head. His footsteps sounding like the click-clack of high heels on tile, each step sending another wave of pain through his skull.

The sound of one of the other paladin’s rooms opening screeched in Lance’s mind. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep anytime soon so he opted to investigate. He had already washed off his face mask, the sound of running water had made the dull thump of his mind loud and sharp. Now, every noise he encountered frustrated him further, sharp pains rippling through his head as a constant rate.

He followed the sounds until he found himself at the training deck, and found Keith inside. Despite only one person occupying the room, it was loud. The whirling of the training bot, the hard footsteps, the clanging of metal whenever Keith hit his sword on anything, the involuntary sounds Keith made to push the air out of his lungs subsequently causing his heavy breathing; all of it hurt.

Granted, Lance shouldn’t have left his room if he wasn’t prepared for noises more intense than the usually peaceful white noise of his room. However, curiosity killed the cat, and there was no satisfaction to bring it back.

Just as Lance had turned to rush back to the less overwhelming noise of his room, he heard Keith call out, “End training sequence!”

Keith’s usually soothing voice sounded shrill and grating, causing Lance to wince. Keith turned towards the Blue Paladin, “Hey sleeping beauty! You’re looking a bit less than beautiful, you should get more sleep.” The comment was nothing but teasing, yet Lance could only process the physical pain it caused.

Lance started walking again only to be physically stopped by Keith, “What do you want, Keith?”

Keith seemed surprised at the blunt and tired sound of Lance’s voice, though he figured Lance was simply up before his usual waking hours, “Why are you asking what I want? You’re the one that interrupted my morning training right after I barely got started,” Now that Keith was closer to Lance, he could see how worse for wear he really was, “Wow, you look terrible.”

Lance glared at him “Fuck you. you woke me up… tha’s all” Lance’s words slurred, raising a few red flags in Keith’s mind, though he ignored them.

“Look, Lance, you should go back to bed-”

“Quit nagging me!” Lance interrupted, “I planned to do that before you decided to actually notice me for once in your life!”

Keith had no idea what Lance was talking about and he figured he would revisit this later when the other paladin was well rested, but for now, he was concerned with getting him to bed. “Lance. Go to bed.” his voice was short and curt, which wasn’t doing wonders for Lance’s head.

“Stop acting like the goddamn leader all the time! Stop acting like you’re better than me! Just stop! Shut up!” Lance knew he was acting irrationally but his head felt hot and heavy, throbbing in time with his increased heart rate. He felt light headed and gave in to how heavy his head felt as it crashed against the smooth floor of the training deck before Keith could even process what had happened.

Okay okay

I’m sure you’ve all heard enough about this so-called NY based “kpop group” EXP Edition (which wow okay good luck with that), but man do I really need to get this off my chest.

I don’t care, I really don’t care as much as I should about how white they are. I mean, yes, it’s a huge problem on its own, but it is just the tip of the ice berg.

Years. Idols go through YEARS of training, and even before that, years of auditioning, of failing to make the cut. Idols go through YEARS of lost childhoods, of starving themselves, of going days with no sleep, no proper housing, no proper beds!! SISTAR had to sleep on their dance room floors! Yoongi had to go days without eating to continue his music!! BAP, Block B, AOA and many others, had to go through, and some still going through, their own companies not paying them. VIXX, Monsta X, TWICE, iKon, Winner, and I know many more, had to go through the stress of survival shows and going against their fellow trainees. Wonho’s family went bankrupt without him knowing in order to support his trainee days. KIDS, children, have to leave home and are thrown in with a bunch of other kids in the city for training. Bambam was 13 when he had to leave his mom and his brother and his home in Thailand. Jihyo was 8 when she became a trainee. The amount of SHIT they had to go through. The amount of SHIT they still have to go through. Because the struggles of debuting is not the end!

A group like NU’EST, a veteran group, debuted along side BAP, EXO, VIXX, BtoB, has to resort to going on Produce 101 just to stay as a group. Even when you’re at the top, you still have to deal of absolute shit. Sasaeng fans and antis, both crazy scary and crazy in general. For goodness sakes, people are threatening to kill you during your own concert on twitter!!! And these people in Korea don’t even see you as real artists just because of how manufactured it all is!!! Do I even have to mention the problems concerning mental health? Park Bom? Taehyun? Bang Yongguk??? 

I hate how these people can just waltz in, buy their way into this industry built on years of blood, sweat, tears, broken bones and broken hearts, lost childhoods and empty stomachs. I hate that to truly be a kpop idol you have to really want it; to really love music and singing and rapping and dancing. 

Everything about kpop, about being an idol, is a representation of how much music and success means to a person. About how much hard work and dedication a person is willing to put in just to be on stage and connect with us, their fans. 

And everything about EXP tramples on it. How they think that just because it’s kpop, it’s Asian, that it would be so much easier to make it big.

As a fan of kpop for years, that is equal parts insulting and devastating

Reunited again pt2-m

oml i just deleted the first half of the writing but can’t seem to get it back. it was a summary of how brad went and left you alone and you felt the need to pleasure yourself with a vibrator. i hope it makes sense!

“Y/N. Let’s go out for a movie. I really-” 

As fast as a bullet you swing both of your hands behind you back. You stare back with wide eyes, looking like a child caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. 

“J-justin. Hi.” 

Justin looks back at you, already knowing something wasn’t right. 

“What’s behind your back?” 

“Nothing!” you say a bit too quickly. 

“Ok. if you say so.” 

You suddenly gasp out the large amount of breath you’ve been holding in. Justin then quickly runs towards you, yanking your arms to see what was behind your back. 

“JUSTIN! STOPP!,” you screech, attempting to swing your body to get him away from getting the vibrator in your hands. 

Justin tugs your arm so hard that the item falls and lands on the ground. You gasp out. You really wish you could die in a hole right now, just to avoid what was going to happen after. 


That was all he could say as he holds your vibrator is his fingers. He hold it out in the air, examining the sex toy. 

“Where you gonna.. You know.. Before i came in?” 

Justin sounded a little awkward about the situation as well. 

“Yeah..” you blush furiously. 

Before he could tease or make this any more awkward you quickly tell him to get out. Justin stands there, wondering if he should just leave. He suddenly starts walking towards the bed, settling the toy on your bedside table. 

“Here Y/N. I’ll help you out with your..” he directs downwards, “problem.” 

He kneels on the ground right in front of your legs. You sit there, looking down at him with worried eyes. 

“I- you don’t have too.” 

“Its fine. Just open your legs for me.” 

Justin gently tugs your legs apart by gripping your bare knees. 

“C’com babygirl. Why are you scared? It’s just me.” Justin says in a soothing tone, hoping you’ll listen. 

You slowly spread your legs apart and Justin grins as you do so. He sneaks his arms under the back of your thighs, harshly tugging them up so he could reach your heat a bit better. The harsh and forceful action makes you fall back onto the bed. You feel the air hit your now bare lower body as the large single tshirt rests on your bare stomach. Justin begins rubbing teasingly in your inner thighs, dangerously close to your heat. Justin knew all the things to get you wet. 

“I’ve missed this,” Justin teases, “don’t you princess?” 

Justin stops the rubbing and pulls of your panties as slow as a snail. You could feel yourself biting down so hard on your bottom lip, you were sure you could taste blood. You watch him as you support your upper body with your elbows. After slinging off the flimsy fabric, you could feel his hungry eyes on your exposed core. Justin brings his thumb and rubs at your clit. You twist your toes at the amazing pleasure you were experiencing right now. 

“So sensitive.. Hadn’t my needy baby had any attention today?”

You groan out at his teasing as he begins to rub a bit faster. You didn’t know how much you’ve needed this until you could feel your stomach already tightening with just a few minutes of Justin rubbing your sensitive bud. 

“Justin,” you breathe out, “more.” 

You sling your legs round his neck, hoping he’ll get the message and eat you out already. You missed the feeling of his pink muscle sucking and licking you up. Justin enjoys watching you fall apart but he wanted more, he wanted to see you beg. You could feel the anger rising up at the slow snail pace rubbing. 

“Ughhh, fuck. Justin. Please i need you!” 

You whine out at the discomforting feeling of being restricted to orgasm. 

Justin could help but groan under his breath at the sight. Justin’s hardening member rises up a bit more at the state you were in right now. He couldn’t help but want to give up the teasing and give you a good fuck that you and him both needed. Justin could see just how much you needed him by the amount of arousal you were creating around his thumb, coating it fully as your juices were leaking and spreading around your inner thighs. Justin bores his eyes at the erotic sight in front of him. Justin twitches in his pants, he didn’t realise how much he needed you either. Justin sees you thrusting up your needy hips at his fingers. Justin gets up to his feet and quickly begins unbuckling his belt. He was going to go crazy if he wasted a single minute more. 

“F-fuck this. I fucking need you around my cock right now.” he stutters out in a shaky tone. 

You could see how trembling his fingers were as they clumsily worked against his belt. You see him now struggling to unbuckle his belt which was holding his ripped jeans, covering his aching member. Justin finally manages and quickly yanks them down, along with his boxers. He rest them down, just enough to free his rock hard shaft. 

“F-fcuk,” he deeply stutters out, “see what you do to me.” 

He grips his member is his hand. He doesn’t waste anytime as he starts to pump himself in front of you. 

You could see how the precum leaking from the swollen tip getting wiped and spreaded as he works with his hand, growling at the much needed pleasure. You clench as you watch him pleasure himself. You couldn’t help but bite down on your lip as he continues to squeeze and pump his shaft with a single hand. He closes his eyes, feeling like bliss as he quickly moves his hand around his member, the friction and pace so fast, making him roll his eyes to the back of his head. You didn’t know how much you loved seeing Justin get himself off, but you definitely didn’t expect this to turn you on this much. Justin was a sight to see. He hard his pants slung slow, his veiny hand moving desperately around his member, his hips thrusting and shaking. 

You travel your eyes up to his facials. Justin had his eyes closed, eyebrows slanted, brown hair slightly flopping down his sweaty forehead, ruined from being perfectly gelled up. You couldn’t help but moan, a little too loud but before you could stop yourself. Justin hears you loud and clearly as it bought him back to reality. He flutters his brown eyes at you. He smirks to find you staring at him with shaky eyes. 

“You’re liking this too much. Are you enjoying this or…” 

He asks as he removes his shirt, his structed tattooed torso coming into your view, “ i’m so close to finishing Y/N.” 

You didn’t know how to respond and you couldn’t even form words at the situation. You quickly reach out and touch his heated shaft. You just couldn’t control the torture anymore. 

“I’ve missed you so much,” you say honestly in a soft voice, “let me show you.” 

Justin smirks down at you, loving how much you were paying attention to him. Justin wanted nothing but to shove himself and help you out as that was the promise he made at the beginning but with your glossy eyes and delicate hands touching his sensitive shaft he couldn’t find the words to decline. Justin watches as your wrap your fingers around his large rock hard shaft. You gently run a finger along a prominent vein. He twitches. 

“Baby,” he calls above you, “suck me off.” 

Justin seemed a bit to confident in his words. You look up to find him staring back with alert eyes, wondering what you were going to do next. You run a single swipe with your tongue. 

“Let me feel your mouth babygirl- i’m gonna die if you don’t-” 

You feel superior with Justin whining out for you. You loved it when he begged. You sink down on him, taking him whole, feeling the wholeness of his rigid shaft around your mouth, stretching to adjust your mouth. 

Justin watches with caution, eyes having a hard time to say open at the feeling. You could feel him twitching in your mouth. You could see his lower abs clenching in, indicating he was gonna let go soon. He harshly yanks your hair, forcing your mouth against his member as he lets go, spilling inside your mouth. 

You could do anything but to let him as he grips your head in place. After a moment, Justin gently lets you off his manhood, letting a string of liquid string along from your lips. Justin could feel himself hardening again, just at the sight of your fucked faze. Justin yanks you to clash your lips in a clumsy frenzy kiss. Justin enjoys kissing your soft lips as he continues to hungrily forcing your mouth with his. You were getting lost at how quickly he was moving his mouth, unable to catch up to his pace. He finally pulls away. 

“This,” he indicates his head between you two, “is so fucking good. I don’t think i’ll be able to let you go.” 

Justin harshly yanks against your hair, forcing you to look up at him. He gazes down at the beautiful woman sitting down below him. He flicks his sight to your ruined messy makeup. He then stares at your worn out lips. He grins as he leans down to capture another kiss.

They should have doubt. They should be going to bed and thinking about this. They shouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. It’s about causing doubt and having Jackie revert back to her crying, victimization and overdramatic ways. Right now, she’s being too calm, too smooth, too chill, making friends. Nah bitch we ain’t at summer camp. You’re in the Big Brother house. It’s time to turn shit up.

Ika Wong

anonymous asked:

dating jongdae would be like?!?!

I got a little emotional I love Chen with my entire heart

  • this boy, okay, would think he was all discreet about liking you
  • but literally everyone and their grandma knew he liked you
  • even you knew it tbh
  • so it wasn’t a big surprise when he confessed and asked you to go on a date with him
  • he probably took you to lazer tag and was like “let’s be on a team and kick some ass”
  • and you were like “hell yeah”
  • and then the little snake totally betrayed you and ended up winning because of it
  • but that’s okay because that’s what makes Jongdae fun
  • like when the two of you go mini golfing and you almost make it in the hole but not quite and he silently pushes your ball the rest of the way in with his foot
  • “wow you’re so good at this you’ve gotten like ten hole-in-ones!”
  • super cheesy but it’s because he loves you
  • Jongdae would tell you the absolute worst jokes
  • like Chanyeol would tell him a joke and he’d be like “that’s not funny” but then turn around and tell you the exact same joke
  • honestly he would probably send you memes really late at night
  • not like two or three
  • but like twenty at a time
  • he would insist on playing with your hair no matter the length
  • “wow this looks so good I should go into cosmetology”
  • and your hair looks like bird’s nest
  • listen this boy would compliment you all the time
  • your cooking, your clothing, your everything
  • he would probably have deep talks with you late at night
  • the two of you would be laying in bed and he’d have you on top of him and you’d talk for hours
  • sometimes he’d lay on top of you and call it “cuddling”
  • Jongdae would probably talk about having kids with you someday
  • your relationship with Jongdae would be playful and fun always but he would also know when to be serious and wow he just really loves you with his entire being


To my inspirations @kpopkryptoniteimagines and @writeiolite
(Disclaimer: not trying to kinkshame, this is pure, short-lived, crack)

Originally posted by jeonbase

Normally, you wouldn’t turn down Yoongi’s offer of sex. But something was up. You’d been getting the most concerning looks from Erin and Hoseok that you’d ever seen after you caught them having a secret conversation with your mate. Every time you’d look over, she was just sitting in his lap, snickering when you’d catch her eye.

You couldn’t get it out of your head, even as Yoongi was fiddling with your bra, you in his lap. You closed your eyes and tried to stay in the moment, running your hands down his torso before starting on his shirt’s buttons. Things were going swell, the both of you half-naked and getting it on before you heard his moan. You froze as what he said sunk in.

“What?” you asked, the word falling out of your mouth with no tone.

Yoongi looked up from your neck, an awkward look on his face. “Um… was that bad? Erin sai-”

“Oh my god.” You cried, pulling your shirt back on and sliding off. “Oh MY GOD.”

Your mate stared in shock as you stormed out of the room, stomping down the hall until you reached the hell-spawn’s door. You didn’t even knock- throwing the door open to see the two of them in bed laughing.

“WHY?” you asked, nothing else coming to mind.

Erin grinned. “What’s wrong?”

“Yeah,” Hoseok added. “What’s wrong… mommy?”

You felt your humanity shatter as the two started cackling, footsteps coming up behind you.

“Wow.” Yoongi said behind you. “I really should have been able to figure that out,”

You crossed your arms and glared at the two of them, Erin’s laughter awkwardly dying out at your expression with Hoseok following. They sunk into the bed, the former slowly pulling the blanket over their heads as muffled snickers started up again. Yoongi reached around you and closed the door, quietly laughing to himself.

“They gotta go,” you said. “They’re blocked, time to delete.”

Yoongi wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back to your room, chest shaking against your back with his laughter.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get them back soon.” he promised. “We can get something much worse than mommy.”

Slip N Slide

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

Pairing X Reader: Dean Ambrose X reader

Word count; 1,339

Warning; maybe swearing?

Request; Reader and Dean have been friends for such a long time, on a stormy snowy night, Dean offers to walk the Reader home after Smackdown. The night is cold and the Reader keeps slipping and sliding when the Reader falls and hurts themselves. Dean carries the Reader home until they get to the Readers porch. Reader offers Dean a hot drink to warm him up but he declines. Once the Reader closes the door, Dean is quick to put some mistletoe on the porch, he knocks again so nervous that he’s about to screw it up. The Reader opens up and Dean kisses them, Dean carries her in bridal style closing the door


You had finally finished at work and you were waiting for Dean to finish getting ready so you could both leave. He promised to walk you home when he noticed how icy it was and he knew how clumsy you were so he didn’t want you to walk it alone. You were waiting just outside the male locker room you were really hoping that Dean would hurry up considering it was nearly midnight and you really just wanted to get home now, it had been a really long day and your bed was definitely calling your name. Superstars kept coming out and you were starting to wonder if Dean had forgotten about you and had already left. You were about to leave when finally Dean strolled out of the locker room.

“Alright, sweetheart?” Dean asked you.

“You took your sweet ass time didn’t you?” You joked, knowing it annoyed him when you answered his question with another question.

“You should be grateful that I am even going to help you, at least I can walk on my own damn two feet.” He replied.

“Wow, thanks, buddy, I do always love your sarcasm.” You said starting to walk to the exit.

“That’s what I am here for.” He laughed and started to catch up with you.

You both head out the exit and into the cold winter’s night. It was icier than you thought it was going to be, it must have snowed while the show was going on because there was patches of snow all over the parking lot and you were slipping everywhere, you tried your hardest to not make it look like you were actually falling all over the place so that Dean couldn’t insult you any more than he already does. It was absolutely freezing, you could see the cold air every time you breathed it generally made you look like a dragon which amused it a lot more than it should of and you kind of wanted to hold onto Dean and steal his body heat, you mean he had insulted just before he should totally give you his body heat and an apology. You watched Dean walk just so normally over the icy paths, you were completely confused on how he does it so well, it was like he was walking on a normal pavement.

You had completely forgotten to pay attention to your own walking when you hit one of the biggest patches of ice on the walkway and you lost your balance. Before you could even grab onto something you hit the ground hard, so hard that you actually thought you were about to burst into tears that’s how hard you had hit the floor. Dean turned around and run back towards you, rushing to help you stand back up. You finally got back to your feet but your leg was absolutely killing you, it felt like you had been run over by a bus numerous times, you hoped you hadn’t damaged your leg way too much that you wouldn’t be able to wrestle. It was so dangerous out here, you thought you should have had brought your car but then you thought it would be even more dangerous being on the road, it was a lose - lose situation.

Your home was about ten minutes away from your home when Dean out of the blue picked you up bridal style and started to walk again. You were really confused, you were mad that Dean thought you weren’t capable of walking on your own but your leg was hurting so bad that you were actually quite glad that Dean had helped you.

“Hey, thanks for this.” You said gazing up to look Dean in the face.

“Well, I told you, you don’t know how to walk on your own damn feet.” He laughed.

“Please, it’s very dangerous out here.” You said feeling really embarrassed now.

“I know, I am really just kidding, Y/N.” He replied.

You finally had arrived at your home and Dean placed you back on the ground careful, you started to look through your bag for your keys. Finally feeling the keys at the bottom of your bag, you pulled them out and unlocked your front door, before walking in you turned to Dean and said;

“Hey, it’s pretty cold out here do you want to come in for a hot drink or anything?” You asked him.

“No, I’m good, I best be off I need to get up in the morning for a workout.” He replied.

“Okay, thank you again for everything tonight, it really does mean a lot to me.” You said as you turned into your home and shut the door behind you.

Dean stayed standing outside your door, he reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a small amount of mistletoe, he stared at it for a moment, not knowing if this was the right choice for him to make. He wanted it to be special to you, he had been planning this for months, it would be a lot less awkward to do it around Christmas. Dean knew it would be classed as cheesy but he was trying to make it as unawkward as he could. He truly did love you but he never could bring himself to tell you this. He wanted you to know and this was his moment to make it as special as possible. Dean hung the mistletoe just above your front door, just enough to make it visible for you and him. He paced himself, he took deep breaths in and out, he had to do it and he had to do it now. Dean didn’t want to embarrass himself and he didn’t want to screw this up. He took a deep breath and knocked on your door again.
You opened the door and to your surprise, Dean was still standing outside on your porch, he looked absolutely freezing and you was kind of confused. You stood there for a moment just staring at Dean, he looked like a little-lost puppy, you wondered what was going on? He shyly pointed up. You looked up to notice that a small mistletoe piece was hanging up above you. You looked at Dean and smiled at him. Dean slowly leant in as did you, your lips met and it was like every small worry you had lifted away. Your bodies were inches from each other, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Dean pulled you closer into his chest and deepened the kiss. It was definitely a magical moment, you always wondered what a Christmas kiss was like, you’d here about how it’s such a great moment but you never thought it would be this amazing. You pulled away from Dean, smiles spread across both of your faces.

“Well, least you kissed me back!” He joked.

“Yeah, that could have been awkward, do you want that hot drink now?” You asked him.

“I would love too.” He answered.

Dean moved closer to you as you let him into your home, as you closed the door behind you, Dean picked you up bridal style again and carried you to the kitchen. He put you down and you started to make your special hot chocolate which was basically a normal hot chocolate from a packet and you stick a flake or any other type of chocolate bar into it, it was very unhealthy but it only happened once a year so you didn’t mind treating yourself. You thought back and realise that this Christmas may just be one of the best Christmas’s you will have. You really wouldn’t change a thing about anything, you had a home, you had a job that you absolutely loved and the man you had been crushing on for the past couple of years was finally yours and he had made it such a special moment which meant so much to you, this Christmas was going to the best and you were so ready for it!

The progression of night for an insomniac

10pm: i should go to bed now

11pm: i’ll watch a little youtube first

12am: wow i should really go to sleep now

1am: just one more hour

2am: i need to sleep or im gonna wake up feeling terrible tomorrow

3am: my god the sun is gonna come up in 2 hours shit


5am: what is life

6am: the walls are moving and i can taste colors

The Reid Effect is No Longer

A/N: This was an anon request for a Spencer x Reader where they live together and are in a committed relationship. The reader gets a dog to keep them company while Spencer is away. Spencer is a little upset at first because the dog seems to be exhibiting the “Reid effect” (where they don’t like him), but eventually the dog ends up cuddling in his lap. This request specifically used him/her, so I am going to make it a male reader. I don’t have enough of those yet. ;) @coveofmemories


“So what do you think?” you asked your live-in boyfriend of nearly a year. Since you moved in together a few months ago, you found yourself exceedingly lonely whenever Spencer was away on a case. Your suggestion was getting a dog.

He shrugged. He’d always liked them, but he claimed they never liked him. “I don’t know. Dogs don’t like me,” he claimed, just as you thought he would. 

“They do like you, at least most of them do,” you replied, cuddling up into his shoulder. Spencer didn’t have the power to resist your pleading eyes. “The ones that don’t can sense that you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Okay,” Spencer sighed. “You’re really that lonely when I’m gone?”

You nodded. “I really am. It’s too quiet around here. A dog would give me someone to talk to, even if he or she doesn’t answer back,” you laughed, practically hopping off the couch. “Can we go now? Please?” you begged as your boyfriend laughed.

Spencer reached his hand out for yours and you pulled him upward and gave him a kiss. “Thank you,” you said. “But I promise there is no substitute for you.”


It was a good thing you had gone to the pound when you did. Just a few days later, Spencer was called away on a case, so you were able to spend some quality time with your new pitbull, Dakota. She had been found nearby and was presumably used as a bait dog, but despite all she’d been through, she was the sweetest dog in the universe. 

As soon as the employees at the pound brought her out of the cage, she walked over to you and placed her head in your lap, almost immediately falling asleep. Instantly, you fell in love and pleaded with your eyes at Spencer. “I love her,” you mouthed. “I want her.” Spencer just laughed and agreed, signing the papers for you, while you played with three-year-old Dakota. 

Just days later, you were sitting on the apartment floor, throwing the ball back and forth as she ran around happily. Anyone who could use an animal as a bait dog should be shot; this little girl was a big mush and full of life, already acting like she owned the place.

Thankfully, Spencer’s case went quickly and three days later, he was on his way home. “Well, it seems like you two got even closer in the three days since I left,” he said upon walking in the door. Dakota had literally planted her 55-pound frame square in your lap, with her head resting on your chest.

“She loves me,” you said, as Spencer walked over to pet her. 

Spencer extended his hand, Dakota turned her head and barked, not a mean bark, just a “get away from me” bark. “See!” Spencer exclaimed, backing away in mock sadness, “Dogs hate me! She hates me!” 

You laughed, picking Dakota up and practically doing curls with her; she seemed to be having fun. “She doesn’t hate you. She just needs to get to know you.”

For the rest of the night, Dakota curled into your lap and snuggled into you, while Spencer pouted at the other corner of the couch. “My dog hates me.”


Over the next couple of months, Spencer was taken away on a case almost weekly. Having Dakota there for company really was good for you. But when Spencer was actually home, he and Dakota still weren’t getting along, and it was really upsetting your boyfriend. “If you happen to be home more consistently, I’m sure she’ll warm up to you,” you said, trying your best to comfort him.

“Well,” he started, “I’m going to take a week off. I have a month of time accrued and Hotch insisted I take some time, so maybe this week, she’ll decide I’m not so bad.”


You knew Spencer loved his job, but having him home for the week was amazing. Finally, you had a little time to spend together and on more than one occasion, you both took Dakota to the dog park for a walk. However, she still wouldn’t cooperate with Spencer. “Damn, she’s strong!” he exclaimed, as she tugged at the leash, pulling Spencer along behind her.

Every time Spencer went to try and pet her, she’d bark or shirk away, leaving Spencer cranky and defeated. “She’s never going to like me,” he insisted. “I should just get used to it. But if she makes you happy, then I’m fine.” He just looked down at her with his arms crossed, while you patted her head.

“Do you really have to go back to work?” you asked Spencer as you cuddled into him, later that week. “This week has been great.”

“It really has,” Spencer replied, kissing your head and wrapping his arm around you. Just as the two of you were about to fall asleep on the couch, Dakota got up from her bed in the corner of the room and lumbered toward the couch. “Wow,” he exclaimed, barely opening his sleep-heavy eyes, “She awakens. She loves that spot, I’m surprised she’s up.”

“Me too,” you replied, fully expecting that she’d jump up on the couch and cuddle at your feet. Instead, she jumped right up into Spencer’s lap and licked his face, which woke you out of your sleepy state. “See!” you yawned. “She likes you! Maybe she just needed to see you interact with me to know you were okay.”

“Maybe,” he replied, as she continued to lick his face incessantly. “I think the Reid effect might have finally worn off.” His face scrunched up in laughter as Dakota covered his face in kisses, only stopping when his face was completely covered in dog spit. “You done now?” he asked her.

Obviously, she said nothing, but the look in her eyes was a sassy one. She just gave him one more look before turning around and planting herself square on his lap. “Your lap is comfortable,” you muttered. “And no more Reid effect.”


Okay, listen. I found this song by Ranveer Singh on the internet last night and all I could think was: “Yes. That’s Dorian’s song. That’s his jam.”

Please imagine his first meeting with the Inquisitor. We see Dorian, then suddenly the music starts, hundreds of dancer are flooding the place, a motorbike appears out of nowhere (time magic, don’t ask)  and Dorian just starts singing.







(Sorry about the shitty pictures, it’s like super late in my country right now and I drank 2 and half cans of sugary energy drink and wow I drew his body all wrong lol wtf is anatomy – I should really go to bed)

in every living thing

“In every living thing there is the desire for love.” ~ D. H. Lawrence

Nalu | Sculptor/Greek Myth AU
part 1/7 read: all

words: 1821
rating: T

This ficlet is based on the Greek myth of Pygmalion and Galatea, but… let’s say reinterpreted as a modern tale. ;) Originally I intended for it to be a oneshot but…. well. You know me. Anyways, hope you enjoy! :D
(I’ll hopefully update this fic every Sunday.)

The best artist has that thought alone which is contained within the marble shell; the sculptor’s hand can only break the spell to free the figures slumbering in the stone. -Michelangelo

sun i.

The marble glistened in the light that fell upon it like ripples dancing across water, sparkling and hypnotizing. It brought motion to an otherwise static object, making the curves and bends of the frozen body appear almost alive. Had the statue moved an arm, perhaps, any viewer might have found it almost natural until reason would have reminded them that stone was not supposed to move.

But alas, the statue stood still, as all statues do.

Lucy sighed as she forced her gaze away from her creation, carefully placing the chisel beside a hammer, brushes and various other instruments that already lay neatly arranged on the table.

She could barely grasp that what she was looking at had been created by her own two hands.

It seemed laughable, and she would have taken it for a joke had she not been there every step of the way. It was hard to explain, but it was as if her hands had been guided along the entire process, as if the stone had spoken to her in a way it never had before.

Surely, this exceeded her skill. She was good; she was not that good.

Though inexplicable as it was, it was the truth, right there in front of her. Set in stone.

Her perfect man.

A smile tugged at her lips, and Lucy couldn’t help but roll her eyes as the thought crossed her mind. At least this was one man who would not disappoint her expectations.

Taking a step towards him, she once again scrutinized his face, searching for any fault, any need for correction, any flaws in expression or anatomy.

She found none.

His unruly hair was fabricated in such a way that it seemed as if a gust of wind would be enough to tousle it gently. The curve of his full lips appeared almost soft, his strong nose was smooth and well-formed, his brows were furrowed as if in deep thought. The only thing he missed was life in his blank, pupil-less eyes, and yet… he managed to look almost longing, as he stood there confined on his socket.

Carefully, Lucy extended her hand to brush her fingertips along his cheek. The smooth marble was cold to the touch, and an irrational part of her felt disappointed.

Then her phone rang, and the spell was broken.

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Sick Day

It was very unusual for Jefferson not to have received a text from Madison by now. Of course he could just send the first text himself, but usually the other man started the daily conversation with a complaint about burning his tongue on his coffee, or the gas station kiosk being broken, forcing him to pay inside and “make words this early” with the attendant. Sometimes it was a whole list of complaints, coming in quick, one right after another, so that Jefferson kept losing his place on his phone until the onslaught ended with an “anyway how are you?” Not so today. After checking his phone one more time, Jefferson sent a text of his own.

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Dakarete Kara Hajimaru Koi ~Kanato Hen~(Translation Part I)

CV : Satou Takuya

This was the last CD from this serie I listened to, and it was so sweet that I wanted to share with you a rough translation  (^v^) I’ll be uploading in several parts, and I’ll make a quick review in the final one !
Warning though : I’m not fluent in japanese AT ALL. Sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to correct them ! :)

Now, let’s prepare our panties shall we? (*^∀゜)

Here is the summary => http://dauriculaire.tumblr.com/post/121824523220/抱かれてから始まる恋-叶斗編

1. ふたりきり( Just the two of us)

He calls you and invite you to drink, and you guys talk about your friends who couldn’t come, and the basket ball club.

« Ah allo ? Listen, today no one can come. What about you ? Me too, it’s okay. Since it’s like that, should we drink just the two of us ? Cool ! It’s decided ! See you later. »

“Cheers !” 

You talk about your friends from the basketball club who couldn’t come, and how he became captain (you’re the manager, but didn’t get what he was saying)

« It’s been a while since we’ve known each other… but it’s the first time we’re just the two of us right ? There was always someone else…It’s strange being alone… »

He asks you if you’ll come to the (I guess) classmates meeting next week, and as you nod, he says that it will be nostalgic to meet everyone again, even though you guys meet the club’s members once in a while.

« Since it’s a rare occasion, should we have a private conversation? Something we wouldn’t talk about with the others… »

He says he always talk about his girlfriends, but you dont..

« Do you…hate me ?  If that’s the case, I would be super shocked. »

You deny it, but he’s still doubtful.

« So, next time you get a boyfriend, introduce him to me !  Do you have a guy you’re interested in ? Or a guy you like ? »

Then you focus the topic on him

« Me ? I have no one. I broke up recently… But I have already told you ! »

He then says you shouldn’t talk about him but about you, but as he asks you about the last guy you fell in love with, and as you keep evading the topic, he gets a little angry and tells you to be honest.

He asks you again if you don’t have someone you’re interested in, but you keep on not answering.

« Do you try to deceive me ? »

« What is your type of guy ? A kind guy, tall guy ?There are a lot right?! Don’t be embarassed and tell me. »

« Hey.. if you’re not interested in anyone, would you meet my friend(s) next time ? My university friends are really good guys and I have already talk to them about you. They really want me to introduce you.  And I was wondering if you would get along with them” (not sure about this sentence haha).

“Ah, you don’t have to answer me right away, introduce you doesn’t mean you should go out with them, you can start off with being friends, right ? »

Then you keep on chatting about basketball as it fades out.

« Wow, it’s already this time ?! What about your last train?! »

« Seriously ? Sorry I should have noticed earlier.

You asks him if you can stay at his house, and he accepts. Since you’re his cute manager…

 2. 一度だけ…(Just once)

It starts with him saying he will use the sofa so you can use the bedroom, and he shows you where the bathroom is, then he gets  a change of clothes for you (I think that’s it, not sure)

But you don’t seem to be okay for a while now, and he seems worried, so he wants to give you some water…

But you suddenly hug him.

« What’s wrong ? You’re drunk ? Today you drank quite a lot, I really should bring you some water…Hey. Let me go..If you don’t I can’t.. »

BAM. You kiss him.

« Hey… what are do.. »

BAM. You kiss him again. « You… » BAM. AGAIN.

(you go girl, he seems to be much more docile now hahah).

« Hey… we shouldn’t..I’m a guy. You know that right ? If you do that…I won’t be able to stop ! »

But no, he puts an end to your passionate moment and repeat that you’re friends.

« A favor ? What kind ? »

You ask him to make love to you once.

« What are you saying ? Do you by any chance…asks that to anyone when you’re drunk ? »

But you say you love him.

« What ? Stop joking…You drank too much…
 No…Since when do you love me ? »

You answer you have been in love with him since high school.

« Seriously ?… You want to make a memory ? But… »

You say that if he holds you once, you’ll be able to go back to being friends.

« You can’t possibly do that.. »

« Don’t cry… »

And this time, he takes the initiative to kiss you.

kiss time~

« Is that… really okay ? You won’t… regret it ? »

« I won’t ask you anymore… I won’t ask you anymore so don’t cry. »

« Should we move to the bed ? 


« You’re ticklish around the neck ? I’m going to take off your shirt. »

« You’re…surprisingly..No… nothing. Don’t hide. Move your hand. No.. Because you’re being so sexy… that makes me excited…why are you making me saying that ?! Forget it… focus on this *kiss !

« You’re really sensitive around the neck.. what about… here ? Ticklish ? What if I touch it ?It’s also ticklish? You’re just really sensitive aren’t you ? Yeah I’m sure…look you’re already… »

« What a great voice..It’s alright, you don’t have to hold yourself..That makes me excited.

« Wow.. it’s no good.. were you always that sexy ? I didn’t know..Sorry.. sorry !

« Can you rise your hips ? You’re already wet. »

« Hey ! Don’t close your legs. »

« It’s because I touched you that you’re so wet ? Or…were you always so easily sensitive ? »

« I could enter you right now..But I won’t yet. No it’s not because I’m not excited. It’s okay if you don’t use your mouth..(not sure about this sentense xD)

But I’m happy. It’s not a lie. Look, give me your hand, okay ?

« I could enter you right now, but I want to make you feel good. »

« Don’t close your legs. OPEN THEM. (LOL) If not, I can’t lick you. Don’t be embarassed. No, I told you I wouldn’t enter you yet right ? If you can hold your embarassment… then..

You’re face is all red. Hey.. if I keep watching you, what are you gonna do ?

Hey.. don’t closeee them, it was a joke.

SO.. before you can’t hold back your embarassment I will… »


« Hm ? You’re cuming ? Go on. You’re feeling it too much.”

« I’m going IN » (lol I feel so stupid writing it like that xD)

« It’s not hurting ? »

« It’s dangerous.. I feel good, can I move ?.. »

« You’re so sexy that it’s no good… »

« If you hide I can’t kiss you right ? Then… I’m going to kiss you here. Even if you say no, I don’t hear it that way.. So..Should we stop everything ? Sorry…hearing you made me want to tease you… I wouldn’t be able to stop… it feels so good. »

« Do you like it here ? You keep lying..but It’s so obvious I know it, after all.. when I do that, your inside keeps on squeezing »(Hem not sure it’s the right term.)

“I’m being sucked in… so much that I would want to be inside you forever. »

“Me too I’m cuming, let me kiss you”

« Did you cum ? I see. Don’t worry, here, you’re all cleaned.”

Hey… listen… one more time..No.. nothing.

It’s already this time ? Should we sleep ? Ah should we take a shower before?Hm ? Good night. »

3. 気にしてない? (Don’t you mind ?)

Since then, it has been one week. Since that day, I didn’t call her, and I haven’t heard from her. (I’m guessing they’ll meet at the classmates’ meeting…)

Will she come today ? (Didn’t quite understand everything here…basically, he worries about their situation/relationship since they hooked up.)

« Let’s stop thinking and let’s go. »

« Ah… hem… good work »

« Ah ? Yeah, then is it okay if I sit next to you ?  Why I’m asking ? Well… that is…no. Nothing. »

She..she sdoesn’t seem to mind at all… 

« Eh ? Nothing. Excuse me, one beer please ! »

He drinks in one go and you point out that you haven’t even toasted yet.

She really… really is the same as usual..

« Hey.. will you come at the after party ?”

You answer that you drank quite a lot.

« Hey…if you don’t want to drink, would you like to hang out with me for a while ? We’re not that far from our high school, and at this time, we won’t be able to go in but..It’s nostalgic right ? Won’t you come ?

You nod.

« Then it’s decided. »

You couldn’t get a look cause it started raining. Blabla about the rain

« This backery… brings me back memories. We would often go there after club activities.” Again, didn’t quite understand here.. sorry (⋟﹏⋞)

Then you hear the thunder.

« Were you always scared of thunder ? »

Since it’s raining and there’s going to be a storm (and you probably missed the last train again haha sorry, I didn’t re-listen the following tracks when I translated this part, but that’s not the case at all xD), he invites you over to his house.

« I didn’t mean anything weird..Let’s run then ! »

Okay I’m gonna stop here, I’ll upload the following tracks later cause  I didn’t translate them yet haha…
Anyway, hope you enjoyed it ! (´∀`)

Broken glass.

Fluff for all of you!!

Imagine going to a pool with Cas in the middle of the night.

Request:  Could you do a CasxReader where he doesn’t have his powers so he sleeps and stuff. Basically you two share a motel room and the brothers share one. You and Cas are at the pool at night & u swim while he sits in a pool chair. U step on glass so he carries you bridal to the room & helps you get it out & you kiss and it’s really cute and fluffy and if you want to smut it up at the end by all means be my guest

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warnings: a bit of blood, fluff

Length: 1668 Words

Originally posted by strengthcas


“Okay, I definitely have to crash somewhere like right now”, you stated as you entered yet another town.
Dean turned his head around, giving you an annoyed look: “The bunker is only like two hours away. It´s unnecessary to stop now.”
You were already sitting in the back of the Impala for six hours.
At first it had been incredibly hot due to the fact that it was the middle of July, and then you had gotten so tired that you had fallen asleep several times.
You´ve seriously had enough of this:
“I don´t care if it´s two hours or two minutes. Either we all take a motel like right now, or you just let me out here and I take one, frankly I don´t care.”
You looked over at Cas, who was sitting next to you, waiting for him to agree.
Not completely used to his new status as a human, he looked even more tired than you.
“Dean, I think (Y/N) is right. It´s really uncomfortable back here and I would like to get some sleep sooner or later”, the former angel said and you could see Dean roll his eyes.
Sam, who had been listening silently, shrugged: “If they are so tired, let´s get a motel. It doesn´t matter if we arrive back home tomorrow anyways, does it?”

Twenty minutes later a fat woman who looked rather bored, placed a set of keys in your hands and wished you a good night.
You had no idea how you had gotten Dean to stop in the end, but right now you were simply glad that the ride was over.

The guys were standing by the door, waiting for you to return and you waved the keys at them: “Here you go, I booked two rooms, who wants to share?”
Usually you got your own room, but now that Cas needed to crash somewhere too, it seemed silly to get three rooms for only four people.
Dean was the first one to take the keys: “Since I figure the two of you want to go to sleep immediately, I´ll bunk with Sam and maybe hit a bar or something. After all it´s only ten pm.”
You shrugged: “That´s fine with me, Cas?”
He nodded and you started walking: “Great, now I´ll finally get some rest.”

It turned out that getting rest wasn´t as easy as you thought.
An hour later, you were laying beneath cas in the big bed, waiting for the overdue sleep to take you over, but it just wouldn´t come.
You turned around several times, searching for the coldest spot in the bed, but it was hot as hell everywhere you went.
Even though you had gotten rid of the blanket completely, it felt like 90 degrees in the room and the broken air conditioning wasn´t helping.
Finally you sat up, sighing, quickly looking over at Cas, not sure if he actually managed to sleep or not, because his eyes were closed but his chest was rising and falling irregularly.

“Are you awake?”, you whispered and he immediately opened his eyes: “Yes, I am, are you?”
You squinted your eyes at him: “Are you being serious?”
When he just frowned, you sighed and got off the bed: “I need to get out of here, it´s way to hot. At the front desk it said that they have a pool here, maybe we should go there to cool down.
At first you thought about changing out of your small shorts and your sports bra, but then again you didn´t care who saw you and you hadn´t brought a bikini anyways so what did it matter.

Cas got out of the bed but didn´t look convinced: “That does seem a little bit unsafe to me.”
You chuckled and opened the door: “Why? It´s a motel pool, it´s probably the safest place on earth.”
He tilted his head: “I highly doubt that.”
“Wow, you really haven´t changed one bit aside from being tired”, you said and rolled your eyes.
When he still remained standing, you sighed and walked over to him, grabbing his arm and just pulling you with him.

The pool was still lit but just with those strange lamps that glow underwater and the whole scene was rather dark but kinda nice.
It was so warm and while you pulled Cas behind you and walked towards the water, you felt free and young, it was amazing.
“Common, let´s get in there”, you said and let go of him to turn around and look at him.
He was wearing sweatpants he had obviously taken from Dean somewhere during the trip and a white t-shirt that hugged his abs.
He looked hot, you realized, he looked like a man girl´s would want to be with.
It wasn´t the first time you had thought about him that way, and you knew it wouldn´t be the last time.
Usually you would turn those feelings down immediately, but right now, you were feeling high on the lack of sleep and the heat of the moment.
“I´m not going in there”, he said determinedly and smiled, which you found really sweet.
But before you did something stupid like kissing him or something, you shrugged: “You´re missing out.”
Then you turned around and jumped into the pool.
The water was cool but not too cool, just enough to get your body temperature down.
“It´s so nice in here”, you whisper-shouted to Cas who was now sitting in a pool chair, smiling at you.
Your hair was floating around your body and you enjoyed the silence while you gazed up into the night sky.

After a while you got bored though and decided to jump in at the deep end again.
Cas watched you while you got out of the water and you gave him a smile before you stepped on the tiles that surrounded the pool, when suddenly a sharp pain shot trough your foot.
“Ow”, you made and sank to the ground, looking at your right foot that had blood floating out of a wound.
There was a piece of glass from a broken bottle or whatever, sticking out of it and it hurt really bad.
Cas was by your side in a second: “(Y/N), what happened? Are you alright?”
You tried your best to keep the tears that involuntarily shot to your eyes, from rushing down your face: “I stepped into some glass, it´s still in there.”
He took a quick look at your foot and then completely surprised you by picking you up bridal style.
“I´m wet”, you protested but he just shook his head: “You´re also hurt.”
It was really sweet of him to take care of you like that and you enjoyed being this close to him, even though your foot hurt like hell.
When you reached your motel room, he opened the door with one hand and then carried you into the bathroom before putting you down on the side of the bathtub:
“I should get Sam and Dean.”
You looked up at him: “No, please don´t. I don´t want any drama. Can you just help me get it out and we forget it?”
Cas hesitated, but then he knelt down to get a better look at your wound and made a grimace at you: “This is going to hurt.”
You shrugged: “I´ve had worse.” A small smile appeared in his eyes: “Yeah, I guess you did.”
And then he quickly pulled out the big shard before stopping the bleeding with a towel, then tearing it apart and using it to make some kind of pressure bandage.
“There goes our deposit”, you joked and he actually laughed too.
“So, all done. I don´t think it´s really bad”, he said and got up.
You were actually starting to feel a little cold in your wet clothes and shuddered a bit before trying to stand up, which you couldn´t do because it still hurt too much.
You frowned: “Could you… I mean if you don´t mind, could you get me some fresh clothes and then carry me back to bed.”
He nodded: “Of course”, he said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
He left and quickly returned with a fresh pair of sweatpants and a black shirt of his: “I don´t know what you want to wear so I guess that´ll do.”
You nodded: “Thanks Cas.”
He waited outside while you got out of the wet clothes and back into the new ones, which felt really great.
“You can come in again”, you called and he opened the door again while you already reached out your arms, eager to get back in his arms.

When he put you down on the bed, you missed his touch immediately, but luckily he got into bed with you within seconds.
You were so cooled down by now, that you even reached for the big blanket and he pulled it over both of you.
Your heart was racing because you were still really close to him and even though you were probably not any closer to him as before the pool, being under one blanket made it somehow more intimate.
“Thank you”, you whispered again and looked into his blue eyes, which were only inches away from you.
“For you anytime”, he gave back and for a moment you thought about all the different things that could mean.
You also thought about kissing him again.
And you would have done it.
If he hadn´t done it first.
Suddenly his lips were on yours and you shuffled closer to him so you could kiss him back better.
It was cute, exciting and nice.
When it was over, the two of you smiled: “I really enjoyed that”, he said and your smile turned into a grin: “So did I.”
And even though it was already 2 am and you had been extremely tired once, you stayed up all night, kissing, talking, and being happy to be with Cas.

Well my cat sort of likes you so... AU (part 2)

Part 1

You’re woken up by something tangling the covers in which you lie, and you blink quickly, trying to make sense of what you’re seeing in the dark of your bedroom. A tall form struggles to get out of bed, muttering expletives until it suddenly draws still.

“Why is there a cat? I don’t have a cat,” says an Australian-accented male voice.

And it’s this that kickstarts your memories, of a drunk blond rambling about penguins and chickflicks and your cat. You chuckle a little at the thought before hitting the button on your wall, light instantly flooding the room. Penguin-boy curses again and whirls around, looking at you in confusion.

“Who are–Where am I? Oh fuck my head,” he says before collapsing on the bed.

“I’ll get you something,” you mumble, standing up.

You grab some painkillers in your bathroom as well as a glass of water, and come back into the bedroom to see him lying on his back with an arm thrown over his face, his second hand lazily petting your cat, which is curled up against him. You try hard to ignore the fact that your cat likes this complete stranger more than you and that the complete stranger’s tee-shirt has ridden up, instead placing the items on your nightstand.

“There you go, penguin-boy.”

“Penguin-boy?” He asks, pulling his arm away from his eyes and peering up at you curiously.

“Well, when you broke into my apartment in the middle of the night, out-of-your-mind wasted and thoroughly confused, you told me your name was Penguin.”

“Fuck,” the blond mutters, closing his eyes. “I’m so embarrassing.”

“A little bit,” you giggle, and he seems to wake up at the sound, a small smile forming at your lips.

“I can’t believe you didn’t throw me out instantly.”

“Neither can I, to be honest. But my cat liked you so,” you shrug, and he scrunches his nose, probably to illustrate how ridiculous that explanation is.

“Your cat is cute,’ he admits. “And my name is Luke, by the way.”

“Right. Here are some painkillers.”

He thanks you and takes the pills, and you certainly do not stare at the way his Adam apple bobs up and down his throat when he drinks the water.

“Thank you for doing all of this,” he says, a blush at his cheeks. “Can I…ask exactly what happened last night?”

“Well you picked the lock to my door and I heard you bump into things, so I got scared and was about to hit you with my speakers when I saw you were just a mess of a confused drunk. When I realized that there was no way you could get home safe on your own, I put you to bed. We watched about half of Mean Girls – your choice, not mine by the way – and then you fell asleep. Also you wanted to cuddle.”

“Wow I really am embarrassing,” he muses. “I apologize on behalf of my drunk self.”

“No it’s cool, you were pretty cute actually,” you grin, a teasing lilt to your tone.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Someone who breaks into your house and forces you to watch a chick-flick with him is cute?”

“Exhibit A,” you say, pointing at him.

He chuckles before cocking his head to the side.

“I should probably go, don’t you have classes or something? I mean, I assume you’re in college…”

“Yeah no, I missed my classes already,” you shrug. “And before you apologize, I’m very grateful I have an excuse to.”

“Oh okay. Is it…is it okay that I stay then? Because I don’t think I can leave at the moment,” he says, sending a pointed look to his lap, where your cat has curled itself into a small ball.

“You know you can just push it off, right?”

Luke stares at you with huge, horrified eyes.

“What kind of monster are you?”

“Oh dear,” you breathe, “no wonder my cat likes you this much. What do you wanna do then?”

“I mean…there’s that one movie we didn’t get to finish,” Luke grins innocently.

“Seriously?” You scoff, and he simply sends a sweet smile your way.

You roll your eyes at how adorable the boy is, scooped up in your bed with messy bed hair and tired eyes, petting the cat on his lap as he silently begs you to put the chickflick back on. Your resistance to charm is no match for his pretty blue eyes though, and soon enough you’ve put the DVD back into your laptop and are crawling to your spot next to Luke on the bed.

“Do you wanna cuddle too?” You ask somewhat derisively, but you can’t help the hope blooming in your chest.

Luke smiles again and tugs you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist so you’re half lying against his chest, his chin on your shoulder and the purring cat nestled against your thigh.

“You know, penguins have to huddle together to keep warm.”

“It’s already warm under the covers Luke.”

“Shhh, I can’t hear Regina over how annoying you are.”

You stifle an exasperated giggle before relaxing against him. Guess this really was worth skipping.

Drunk in Love

For the darling anon that requested: Could u write a Bellamy fic where they r both at a rave/concert and they are kinda drunk and start dancing and grinding with each other?

Modern Day Concert AU

“How do I look?” You said emerging from the bathroom and striking a sexy pose against the door frame.

“Like it took you an hour and a half to get ready,” Bellamy said with a yawn. He was pacing back and forth in your room with his eyes glued to his phone, probably playing another intense game of candy crush or clash of clans. “We’re gonna be late.” He was probably cranky because you were dragging him to the middle of the desert just to see a bunch of musicians he had never even heard of and you were supposed to meet up with your friends a half hour ago.

You cleared your throat, coyly trying to get Bellamy’s attention but he still didn’t look up. You didn’t spend all that time picking out your finest attire just to be ignored by your preoccupied boyfriend. You were an ethereal goddess who deserved to be worshiped, for crying out loud. You cleared your throat again, this time much louder and more dramatically, but your blunt efforts still went unnoticed. Since Bellamy couldn’t take such an obvious hint you grabbed a nice fluffy pillow from your bed and whacked him directly in the face with it.

“Hey, I was on level- Wow…” Bellamy said awestruck. His phone dropped out of his hands at the sight of your radiant beauty. He looked at you slack jawed. You could’ve offered him a napkin because he was practically drooling over you. “You look incredible.”

“You should really pick that up.”

Bellamy placed a finger under his chin and pushed his gaping mouth closed.

“I was talking about the phone,” You laughed.

Bellamy bent down in front of you as if he was going to pick his phone up from the floor. Instead, he picked you up and hoisted you over his shoulder.

“I don’t know why you take so long to get ready when I’m just gonna take all of that off in about thirty seconds.” He said tossing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you. “We’re already late. Might as well stay home.”

“I really want to go to this concert and you promised you would go with me.”

“I don’t even like what’s his face,” Bellamy groaned as he rolled onto the mattress next to you.

“We’re going to a festival, Bellamy. You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific.”

“The cute one with the dark eyes and messy hair.”

“You know, that description sounds an awful lot like you.”

“You’re right. I’m a terrible liar,” Bellamy said sitting up and removing his car keys from his pocket. “Let’s go.” He loved playing at a grouch, but in reality, he loved you a lot more and would do anything to make you happy, even if it meant listening to a bunch of music that he didn’t care for.

At the festival, you met up with your small group of friends, which included Jasper and Monty, and jammed the night away. It was one giant dance party. The masses rocked to the blaring music in unity like one giant wave under the iridescent lights and flashing lasers. DJs spun electronic tunes as flames projected from the stage rafters, setting the night sky on fire.

“I love this song,” you said excitedly tugging at Bellamy’s shirt.    

“Don’t even try it,” Bellamy said shaking his head.  

“Oh come on, Bell. One dance won’t kill you.”

“But it might kill someone else,” Jasper mumbled.

Bellamy gave Jasper a swift elbow to the ribs before crossing his arms. “I don’t dance.”

“Fine, party-pooper.”

You noticed the hydration backpack strapped to Jasper’s back and after so much dancing you were feeling pretty parched. You grabbed the hose and put your mouth to the nozzle without thinking, hoping to receive a cool blast of water. You had already swallowed before the bitter aftertaste of beer hit your tongue.

“Really Jasper?” You said wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“I’m not paying thirteen dollars for watered down festival beer,” Jasper said outraged. “Monty has moonshine in his.”

“You guys are gross.”

“You say gross; I say genius.”

“It’s blueberry flavored,” Monty said shaking the thin blue tubing that protruded from his bag.

You shrugged before taking a gulp from his stash and you immediately regretted your impetuous decision. The sharp flavor assaulted your tongue and burned on the way down. It was disgusting and the supposed blueberry flavoring did nothing to aid in the beverage’s astringency. You reached for Jasper’s pack again, chasing the moonshine with more beer in attempt to clear the strong taste from your mouth.

“Slow down, Y/N,” Bellamy laughed as he watched you choke down the remainder of your alcohol. “Save some for the rest of us.”

Monty and Jasper had the booze flowing and it helped lighten the overall mood. Alcohol seemed to be the great equalizer, making even the most prudent person in your group relax. The once resistant Bellamy loosened up after a few pulls from the walking kegs and finally started to engage with the musical environment around him.

You were both beginning to feel the buzz as your skin warmed and vibrated. Everything looked and felt more vibrant. The lights and colors popped against the dark backdrop. The music was intoxicating and you could almost feel the melodies cascading into you like a luscious waterfall.

You grabbed Bellamy by the hands and pulled him into the sea of people. Even though you were amidst thousands it felt like it was only you and him. He smiled brightly as he twirled you around under the flashing strobe lights. He stumbled as he clumsily spun you back into his arms.

“Sorry,” Bellamy said. A bright red flush stained his cheeks.

“It’s okay. You’re doing great.” You said draping your arms over his shoulders. You kissed him and smiled against his lips.

It was your turn to take the lead. You were in control, guiding his every step and placing his hands exactly where you wanted them. You planted his palms on your hips as you rocked them to the beat. Bellamy watched every sway and turn intently, taking note of every subtle movement you made.

The bass thumped as Bellamy pulled you closer to him. He was gaining control of the rhythm and synchronizing his moves with yours. He took some initiative by letting his hands naturally follow the curve of your waist to the arch in your back and down to your behind. Your hips rotated to the music, syncing rhythmically together.

You felt your temperature elevate as Bellamy pressed his heated skin against yours. Sweat dripped and your frames rolled together in cadence as your hips gyrated against his. Fireworks exploded in the sky above, shining like glitter and mimicking your growing passion as you moved together as one, like a complete harmony.