i should have gone back to sleep

Just a lil redraw from “Super Watermelon Island” so how many years since Jailbreak? I still wasn’t in the fandom back then yet I watched that ep for the blue-red canon gay ship

packing with namjoon

- him whipping out a super long list of everything to pack
- having eXACTLY MATCHING OUTFITS
- “did you get your passport” “yeah” “wait no let me hold it you’ll lose it again” “jFc y/n I’m reSPONSIBLE”
- having a 20 minute fight over which Ryan bear he should bring
- you making breakfast earlier while he sorts out the rest of the stuff to pack
- him finishing early and hugging you from behind while you cook
- being lovely dovey as the food cooks and accidentally burning it
- jin crashing into the kitchen
- “whAT SIN HAS BEEN COMMITTED THE MURDER OF THE UNBORN HAS GONE TO WASTE” “jin wtf I just burned the eggs go back to sleep”
- namjoon going to bed early and you going with him after you prepared the food
- him showering you with kisses before going to sleep and telling you how excited he is for the trip

baby boy (m)

Title: baby boy

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Status: Complete


Originally posted by jjks

Part I: 

You enter the café, the bottom of your sneakers squeaking against the wooden flooring, as you spot him in a booth near the back. It’s quite late at night, and the weather only seems to be getting worse. Deep down, you know you should have just ignored his text and gone to sleep. First, because you have work in the morning. Second, because  you’re no longer an intern at BigHit and you therefore have no reason to be in the same vicinity as Jeon Jungkook. But you never were good at turning him away.

Not then and certainly not now.

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Title: Bold Lettering
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairings: OiHina
Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou, Sugawara Koushi, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Kageyama Tobio, Karasuno Volleyball club
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mentions of sex
Summary/Prompt: Rarepair Week Day 5: Mistakes - Hinata spends the night with Oikawa and accidentally wears one of his shirts to practice.
Notes: Based off of a headcanon that I posted a while back; it can be found here.


Leaving Oikawa’s house at 6 in the morning in order to get to his volleyball practice at 8 was not a pleasant thing for Hinata. Neither boy had gotten to sleep until around 2, spending multiple hours in each other’s arms just talking and cuddling and giggling after a long, drawn-out round of sex. The redhead was tired, and he was grouchy, half-asleep as he picked clothes up off of the floor and threw them on.

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anonymous asked:

I should have seen this coming really what with what they are doing to Coira. Talking about how they're a popular couple but then literally having both characters sleep their way around the village until they eventually circle back to each other, where's the story in that? I hate this 'they'll be together in the end' mantra about every couple on the show right now, if the storyline is shit on the the way there it means nothing.

I actually have no problem with the way Coira have gone. The breakdown of their relationship happened naturally, because of Holly, and neither of them seemed out of character and I thought it was well-written. I understand why Cain struggled with Holly’s addiction because of what he went through with Shadrach, but obviously Moira was going to stand by her daughter. It was sad, heartbreaking, but it made sense. I think the scene where Moira collapsed in the road when they took Holly’s body away, and Cain came and held her, was absolutely stunning and it showed they still loved each other.

But obviously Moira especially needed/needs time to get over everything (or at least learn to move on). I think it was believable, and this came after they had been relatively solid for quite some time. Their demise didn’t come a couple of weeks after they got married.

I know Coira will get back together eventually and in this case, it’ll be so satisfying and I think viewers will still be totally invested. It’s realistic for couples to have time out after something really horrific happens (the death of a child!) but they will come back together eventually, and anyone they sleep with in the meantime will be like “whatever” because they’re currently free agents (they’re divorced now, aren’t they? I can’t remember?!) so it’s not cheating. They both still love each other and will end up back together eventually.

With Robron it’s different because of the amount of crap they have had to deal with in such a short amount of time, and the fact that even more crap was piled into them from the moment they got married. It hasn’t been well written, not the past couple of weeks, and some could argue even the wedding wasn’t what it could’ve been. I mean, it felt rushed because the wedding was *meant* to be rushed, but now everything else feels rushed too, like they’re cramming literal years worth of content into a matter of a few weeks. It’s not okay.

Orgasm Denial: Day One

I’m so goddamn tired. After almost two weeks of staying up way too late every night to play, Daddy kept me up and cumming super late last night. We got home late from a friend’s house. We should have probably gone to sleep considering I had to work this morning, but play is more important than sleep.

He threw me on the bed, naked and exposed. He crawled up in between my legs and started to attack my pussy with his mouth and tongue. God, it felt good. He pulled his head back for a moment and said, “I want you to enjoy yourself tonight, Kitten. Cum as many times as you like because it may be a really, really long time before you get to cum again.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. I put my hands on his head* and started to writhe against his mouth, taking as much pleasure as I could. I came not once or twice, not even 5 times. In all, I came 20 times last night. Each orgasm was powerful as amazing.** Completely lost myself by the time Daddy was done.

I went to work, energized but all those orgasms and by the excitement of the denial to come later that evening. When I got home from work. Daddy immediately dragged me to the bedroom. He pulled my coat off me, told me to kneel on the bed, threw my skirt up, and pulled my tights down to expose my wet waiting pussy. Then he began pounding me from behind.

“You should feel privileged, Kitten,” he said and he fucked me. “I could have just masturbated, but I chose to use your slutty little pussy for my cum instead.”

The reaction was immediate. Fuck that was hot. I feel like any normal person would maybe take offense to something like that, but instead I was so aroused that it was very hard to stop myself from cumming, but I managed to hold off.

He used me, came inside me, and I went into a squishy, subby headspace where I felt like his favorite, most prized plaything. It was amazing.

We had plans to play more this evening after a night of anniversary festivities, but I’m so tired I almost fell asleep on the way home from dinner.

Despite my tired, though, writing this and thinking about how Daddy just used me for his pleasure earlier makes my pussy throb with need and desire. I know I have to wait until tomorrow for more, but some parts of me are so needy they can’t wait.

But Daddy says I must go to sleep, then he and I can play more tomorrow. Yay!


* Just for background info. Daddy has a standing rule. While he is going down on me, my hands can only be in one of two places: on his head or behind mine.

** Before meeting Daddy and very early in our relationship it would take a good hour to get one orgasm out of me, but now I’m just a horny little thing that cums very easily now. I may talk about this transition another time. Who knows.

By now, it is probably very late at night, and you have stayed up to read this book when you should have gone to sleep. If this is the case, then I commend you for falling into my trap. It is a writer’s greatest pleasure to hear that someone was kept up until the unholy hours of the morning reading one of his books. It goes back to authors being terrible people who delight in the suffering of others. Plus, we get a kickback from the caffeine industry..
STONY #28

(Knocking on the wrong door AU)

Tony jolted awake from his deep slumber at the sound of someone pounding on his door. The alarm on the bedside table read 4:12am.

“Bucky!” The guy behind the door yelled. “Open the door, I don’t have the damned key!”

“Wrong apartment!” Tony called, momentarily lifting his head before falling back on the pillow and burrowing further beneath the blankets. After having spent the past week hauled up in the lab, living off of coffee and ramen noodles, hardly sleeping except for the occasional impromptu nap, his body had finally capitulated to the fatigue.

So now the project was over and his roommate was gone for the weekend, leaving the entire apartment silent and completely his. At this moment he should have been too far gone into his hibernation to even be reached, but instead he was being woken up by some idiot banging on his apartment door.

 When the pounding didn’t cease Tony threw off the covers with a growl and strode to the front door, mumbling under his breath.

“Hurry up! It’s raining and I got to piss–”

As soon as Tony got a look at the guy all anger faded like a puff of smoke. Piercing blue eyes. Blonde hair. A muscular body completely exposed accept for the pillow that he held in front of his crouch. He was soaking wet, drops of water sliding down his goose-bumped skin.The word ‘adonis’ came to Tony’s mind. 

He stared at the adonis, and the adonis stared back.Whether it was Tony’s sleep fogged brain or the fact that ths gorgeous specim was staring at him–maybe it was also the absurdity of the situation—he just couldnt form any words.

“Y-you’re n-not Bucky”, Naked Guy said, shivering from the cold.

“What the hell is a Bucky?”

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Detention Center

I chose the back of the line..
Were in the Main room..
They know they hear those..
They know it all, they deny code..
I get that people that you are cool wit are weirdos..
Everybody calling, beggin for a way outside..

Waiting on a way outside..
I should’ve saved up..
If I get back to the pain..
I mite forget they lied..about it all.

while I’m sitting on this nice ass couch..
When I get up,
I Follow lines. I Follow lines.
I’ve gone to sleep before, but never this way.
And so as soon as the night grows to 10..
We put ourselves away..
I’ll have to call again. No answer today.
We on the No Men for Women..side.
Because the men we’ve met, have got us here..

I saw some girls just, belonging here..
Wives club, with the blue-gray scrubs on…
When the last time we wore makeup in this bih..
flat screen shows what’s outside the city limits..of where ever we are..
When its no phonecalls..
After 7, halls clear..no sound, just slamming doors.

Its cause your ride mite call in the a.m.

Score attendance and that phone in the a.m.

Them coaches supporting people from the a.m.

To the p.m.

Be ordinary.

Meetings like, “yeah, so, I’ve just been, ordinary.”

Forget Me Not  - Steve x Reader [ Ch.4 ]

Summary : In hindsight, Steve probably should’ve known about this. What was it Bucky said the other day? Oh yeah,

“Like owner, like dog.”

Character : Steve Rogers X OC ( Reader )   |  Warning : CUTE DOG, Cursing? Idek what to put in here.

Author’s Note : HEYYYY Guess who’s back writing this fic? ME! I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! <3

and thank you for proofreading this, Victoria :D

Originally posted by fantastic-chris-evans

Chapter 4

Steve stared at the ceiling of his room, trying to go back to sleep. Peanut had been whining for the past two days now and he blamed her for this. I should not have gone to her and asked her to babysit Peanut, he grumbled as he rolled out of the bed and walked out of his bedroom. He stopped right in front of Peanut who was too busy whining and making noise to notice him and picked her up when she let out a bark.

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Another barn burned last night.

I got a voice mail at 0600 this morning. I was still sleeping, so I missed the call.

It was a woman who identified herself as a neighbor, knew my name, and said that an abandoned barn had burned about 1.5 miles east of me on St. James (the gravel road that runs on the south of my place) and she didn’t know if Levi still lived here or if I was alone but she thought I should know.

That was alarming, and mystifying. Levi has been gone three years this month. I texted back, because I’m still super sick and have no voice at all, I can barely whisper. Turns out it was the neighbor who kept breaking into my outbuildings when I first moved here. So that was a real stunner, that she of all people would let me know.

I just now drove over there with Lu. It was another place without a house, just a few grain bins, a big old barn like mine that is half fallen in already, and a smaller barn with a metal roof. It’s still smoking. The metal roof is on the ground and looks like it’s made of maybe crispy marshmallow, sort of retaining its original shape but not quite.

John’s gone, he stops back for a few hours Tuesday and leaves again. Basically he’s gone at least ten days. Jeanne’s ex is bringing over a big work light to put in the barn, I may either sleep out there or leave the dogs out there or put a radio out there, I’m not sure. I’ll lock my gate, something I rarely do, and I’ll leave all my outbuilding lights on. But it’s not like coming up the lane with a vehicle is the only access to the place.

There is a camera in the barn, it’s looking into a horse stall at the moment to watch turkeys. I’m not sure where to put it because the barn is big, if I choose the wrong end I’ll miss everything anyway. I’ll keep the shotgun near the back door, and I’ll be on pins and needles until they find who is doing this. It’s just so awful, it isn’t just property, it’s history. These barns are irreplaceable. 

It has to be teens. They don’t understand the value of an old barn so much until they’re older. 

My place is not like the others, but my barn does look like it isn’t being used even though it is. So I’m not the most likely victim, but I’m not taking any chances. I hope they catch these jerks before someone shoots them.

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He doesn’t know if he wants to tell the whole truth; how every day he had spent longer and longer in bed, how he wanted to sleep away the rest of his life, how little food meant to him, how even the return of Dori hadn’t made him as happy as it should have.
But then Dori had burst into the room, and tugged Nori’s hands into his: “Nori, Thorin’s party is coming back, and people are saying both of Fundin’s sons are with him!”

From themarchrabbit‘s “I’ll Be As Honest As You Let Me”, in which Nori’s remembering the time when everyone was gone to the Misty Mountains and he lost hope that Dwalin would ever return alive 

Imagine Convincing Poe You’re Real When You Come Back After Faking Your Death

Originally posted by ramplings

Poe knew he should have turned over and gone back to sleep when he saw you in his doorway, light radiating behind you like the angel he knew you were, but he couldn’t. He could never bring himself to look away from anything that remotely reminded him of you.

“Poe…” you said quietly, “I’m back.”

“Am I dead?” he whispered. “I…I have to be dead. Or dreaming. I…no. This isn’t… God, why me?” He hunched over from where he had sat up and rubbed his eyes, hoping you’d just go away instead of taunting him in his dreams with your mere presence like you always did.

“Shhhh. It’s okay. I’m right here,” you said reassuringly, sitting at his bedside. Poe’s eyes flickered to the ring on your hand, the one he had given to you just hours before you left him forever.

“You died, Y/N,” he whispered. “I gave you that ring and you died. This isn’t real. It never is.”

“Leia sent me off on an undercover op, I had to make it look real,” you ran your hands through his hair to make him look at your face. “I’m real, Poe. I’m real.” Poe shook his head; he looked like he was about to cry, and this vision of you clearly seemed to have plagued him much worse than you imagined.

“This isn’t real,” he muttered, wanting to save himself from the eventual heartbreak. You smiled lightly at him and rested your hand on the side of his face to bring him closer.

“Does this feel real to you?” you asked, pulling him in for a soft, slow, gentle kiss. Poe’s heart soared when he realized that this wasn’t a dream, not even close.

Yes, it felt very real.

(For Anon)

Wonderous night

His eyes gleamed in the darkness as he yet again looked back behind him.     “…” was someone there or was it just his own imagination. He had felt like this since his arrival into the unknown. He had just escaped his last pursuers so his luck was still really bad to have been caught by something again. ‘Should i fight?.. try reasoning, or am i just getting paranoid cause of the lack of sleep..’ he thought to himself, before turning in front of himself and noticing a mansion. “Huh?..” He hadn’t seen the mansion from the sky when he fell down, so had he gone the wrong way? maybe the other one had wanted him to move this way and so he quickly turned around and held his staff over to the darkness. “Come out already..”

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Fallen Angel, Pt. 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Look what’s finally here!!!

Inspired by @simonlewisantifanclub

What if Raphael’s death wasn’t real, and Asmodeus kept him prisoner for four years before giving him back to Magnus?


‘Raphael’s gone.’

Magnus was slow to react, but Alec, ever the Shadowhunter, was alert at once. He scrambled out of bed and rushed past Ragnor to double check the loft, almost before Magnus had even finished sitting up. Ragnor felt momentarily guilty for waking Magnus up when it was clear how desperately he needed rest, but sleep could wait a little longer.

When he and Magnus returned to the living room, they found that Alec had woken Simon up too, who looked extremely upset.

‘I knew I should have kept an eye on him!’ Simon was saying. ‘We’ve watched over him every night until now. I thought he would be okay!’

‘Simon,’ Alec said, trying to sound soothing. ‘It’s not your fault.’

‘How did he even get out?’ Simon demanded, turning on Magnus.

‘Because he’s a sneaky little brat, that’s how,’ Magnus said.

Ragnor felt the corners of his mouth turn up in an automatic smile, despite the situation. For one brief moment, it had almost felt like everything was normal, as it used to be. Then he remembered why Magnus had said those words, and the weight of the truth came crashing down on him.

Raphael was sick, not thinking clearly, and lost.

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