i want to have you in my bed

Evak Prompt- Failing

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Isak rolls over in bed with a strangled sort of groan, eyes slit halfway and peering up at Even mournfully, “No.”

“Isak,” Even’s voice was patient, but firm. “Scoot over.”

Isak didn’t have much of a choice. Even unceremoniously dumped his backpack beside the bed and used his long legs and hard thighs to move Isak back to his side- leaving just enough space for Even to lay down.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

Not that bad.

“You’re right. It was worse.”

Isak could practically hear Even rolling his eyes and asking God for the strength to deal with him. “It’s just one test-”

“Just one test in my best subject. That I failed. So so so badly, Even. Like embarrassingly bad.”

“Have you never failed a test before?”

“Of course I have, but not in biology.” Isak throws an arm up over his eyes, “I’m never going to hear the end of this from Sana. I’ll bet she didn’t fuck up her macromolecules.”

They were silent for a moment before Even sighs and tugs Isak’s arm away from his face, “Do you want me to blow you until you feel better?”

Isak blinks, “I mean- it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try would it?”

Cas Comes Home

“Cas? Where the hell have you been?” Dean rushed to the angel standing in the doorway of his bedroom. “You were checking in every day then…nada.” He pulled Castiel into a rough embrace.

Cas returned the hug but his face was far from elation. “Dean…I…I went to heaven.” The warmth of the other body left him.

“You did what now?” Dean had him at an arm’s length, staring.

“Heaven. I was contacted by an angel to go and speak with Joshua. They want my help with the nephilim child. They have offered to absolve my sins and allow me to come back.”

Dean paced frantically by his bed. “Yeah, sure. Why not? Why not run off to the same dicks who hunted and tortured you? Everybody else seems to be doing it. All the cool kids are leaving Dean behind!”

Cas reached a tentative hand out to him. “Dean? What are you talking about? Who is leaving you?”

Dean sank down on his bed and buried his face in his hands. “Mom and Sam fell in with the Men of Letters. After everything they did to Sam! Wave some shiny toys in front of them…and now you.” It was too much. He let the hot tears stinging his eyes fall. “You can't…”

Cas pulled Dean up and held him tight. “I never said I was leaving, Dean. Just what they were offering.”

Sniffles. “Don’t leave me, Cas. I love you.” He dipped his head and pecked Cas’ lips briefly. “I love you,” he repeated as he rested his forehead to Cas’. His hands were tightly fisted in the lapels of the trenchcoat.

“I told them my home was with you, that you are my family. I’m not leaving you. I’ll never leave you.” Cas nuzzled his nose against Dean’s to seek another kiss, this one longer and less desperate. He waved his hand and shut the door. Home.

I just reblogged a post about continuity of movement in a particular style of dance about imagining that there is a glowing green goo on your body that makes your body move. From the perspective of a performance, it does not create a cohesive set of movement to have a movement jump from your hips and then straight to your head without having something to connect it. It makes a more coherent flow of movement to have motions be connected through your body. So if you want the ‘goo’ to go from your head to your feet, you would have to move all the parts between. 


This is not dissimilar to the way I do energy work. 


Now, I will begin by saying that I mostly do energy work to get rid of excess energy that I might have and be unable to express properly. 


Some examples of this: 

  • When I am coming down from an anxiety attack and still have the nervous energy in my chest. 
  • When I am hyper, but need to get to bed so I can be up for work in the morning. 
  • When I hear some awesome music and MUST DANCE but my legs are tired or I don’t have the room. 

I can imagine that when trying to take energy, it is different, but that’s a discussion for someone else some other time. 



Anyhow, I feel various energies in different parts of my body. Mania and anxiety center around the head and chest, creative energies can be just about anywhere, but in the example above it’s in my feet. Sometimes I feel things in my lungs or along my back. 



But the most of my dexterity is in my HANDS. I use my hands for almost all of my methods of self expression- writing, drawing… even when I speak I use a significant amount of gesture. My hands are the best tool I have for manipulation outside of their magical use. It makes sense to me, then, that they would be the best tool for magic. 



So all the energy that I have in my body- my feet, my brain, my heart, chest, lungs, spine- for me to get it out of me, I must first get it to my hands. 



It works best if I am able to move, but sometimes I’m not in a company that accepts an incurable case of ‘the wiggles.’ If I can start loosening the energy from my chest physically by shaking my torso, my shoulders, then arms, hands, and fingers, then the energy moves with it. This is actually cool-down exercise that we did in our dance classes. 



If I cannot wiggle around because someone is watching, I imagine the ‘green goo’ following various lines made naturally within my body. Depending on where I feel my energy, push it through via my skin, nerves, veins, or bones. 



I’ve tried going through my head. Basically saying ‘out out out’ mentally until it’s gone. The energy is always reluctant to leave through my head- where it’s got a nice, cozy echo. It must be coerced into something more easily manipulated. 



This is not at all a surprising thing, since dance is often part of my energy work. But I just think it’s neat that this is a common denominator between my method of energy use and continuity of motion as an aesthetic property. 

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☀️ march moodboard tagged by @witchmilk666 ☀️

i really want to do an april one too because april has very specific feelings for me 

i tag @divinedarling @p1astics @babayagasbaby @pooh-bearz ,,you can do it still if i didn’t tag you and you read this, sorry if i didnt tag you i dont remember a lot of usernames and please dont feel like you have to do the tag either even if i tagged you 💛🐯

anonymous asked:

Can I get a 22. 'This is going to hurt' with Kai? Like something a bit scary and not so cute and loving.

Kai Parker - “This is going to hurt.”

You moaned while you opened your eyes and noticed that your wrists and ankles were tied together with duct tape. “Seriously Kai…” You took a deep breath and looked up at the grinning heretic in front of you.

“I’m sorry, but those annoying people of Mystic Falls clearly needed some more motivation to give me what I want and you were simply an easy target.” He brightened his smile. “You were already in my bed after all. Asleep. I have to admit, it was even a little boring. I didn’t even need magic to knock you out. You didn’t even seem to notice that I was touching you. Or you liked it. Which I can totally understand of course.” He dropped his jaw and widened his eyes. “O wait, you were totally exhausted after last night of course! Sorry, vampire stamina. Although I didn’t hear any complaints about that.”

You cocked your head and rolled your eyes. “I liked you better when you used your tongue for more useful things than talking, I think.” You spoke softly and Kai rose from his seat rushing towards you.

“I like it better when everyone does what I want, but we can’t all get what we want, can we?” Kai used his fingers to lift your chin up. “As soon as they send a text message that they have what I asked for, I will untie those ropes and we can continue what we have been doing.”

“And you think I still want that? Continue what we’ve been doing?” You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve had quite a few boyfriends before and not one of them has ever tied me up while I was sleeping to blackmail my friends.”

“They weren’t as awesome as I am, clearly.” Kai pulled his hand back and he sighed while he stared at his phone. “I do think however that those so called friends of yours need some more motivation. I have no idea what takes them this long. Maybe their brains aren’t capable of completing this simple task or they think that I’m just threatening and won’t do something.” He squeezed his eyes and he lifted his hand up. “Stay where you are, I’ll be right back.”

“Well, it seems I’m not going anywhere…” You murmured while you rolled your eyes once more. You had known that sleeping with Kai wouldn’t exactly lead to a loving and caring relationship, but you had to admit that you had not exactly thought he would do something like this.

“Look what I found!” Kai smiled while he curled his fingers around a sharp knife. “I’ve borrowed it from your kitchen. I hope you don’t mind.” He slowly walked towards you and he stuck his tongue between his lips. “So I’m sure there are a few parts of the human body you can live without. What about an ear? I mean, you have two, right?” He pressed the cold metal to your ear. “Or wait, I have a better idea! Your tiny little finger! Yes, let’s start with that one. If that’s not motivation enough, we have 9 more fingers to cut off.”

“And that after you’ve already discovered what I can do with those fingers.” You tried to stall, tried to win time, tried to find a way to change his mind.

“If they listen, I am totally willing to help you to discover how to be equally amazing with only 9 fingers.” Kai kneeled down and grabbed one of your hands. “This is going to hurt.” He paused for a moment. “Goodbye tiny little finger. It was great to get to know you.”

Stay- Daryl Dixon Imagine

Request:  Can you write a Daryl imagine where the reader and him got married before the apocalypse, and now after, they are in Alexandria, they have a 6 months old daughter and spend all morning in bed with her, just having a good time?

Authors note: I honestly feel like my imagines have been super slacking whenever I post. I feel so bad that they’re not what I want them to be. And I’m so sorry it’s short


You were lucky to find Alexandria when you did. At first, everyone in the group was skeptical but with the possibility of going into labor at anytime it’s not something that could be passed up. But gladly, this wasn’t like anywhere else you’ve been, it was safe. For once.


“Hey Y/N!” you looked up from your spot in the garden.
“Yes Mags?”
“Daryl asked for you.”
“Is everything okay?” you asked, getting up and brushing the dirt off your hands.
“He just sent for you.”
“Is it okay if I take off?”
“Of course, I’ll get someone to take your place.”
“Thank you.”


“Daryl?” you called, walking into your house.
“Ssh,” he whispered as he turned the corner. “Y/D/N’s asleep.”
“If she’s okay why did you send for me?”
“Just wanted to spend time with you.”
“Daryl we spent all day together yesterday.”
“I know but right now,” he pulled you to him. “We need all the time together we can get.”
“I can’t keep missing days, they put me on garden work so I can be at home more but I haven’t been doing that either.”
“Then just sit back and relax.”
“Sitting back and relaxing will get us all killed.”
“Just today baby please?”
You groaned, “Alright fine.”
He grinned, pulling you into a kiss which was quickly interrupted by the sound of shrill cries, “Perfect timing.”
You giggled, “Let’s go get her.”
“After you,” Daryl said as we walked towards the stairs.


Y/D/N cooed as she laid between you and Daryl. Her fingers were wrapped around your pointer finger as she happily kicked and squealed.
“She’s getting more beautiful everyday.”
“She’s starting to look a lot like her mother.”
“More like you I think. Look at her eyes, they’re blue like yours.”
“She’s got your nose.”
“How can you tell, it’s so tiny.”
“I just can.”
Daryl’s arm moved to my waist, “How did I get so lucky?”
“I should be the one asking that.”
We stayed like this for a few minutes, the room quiet as Y/D/N finally fell asleep, “Hey Y/N/N?” Daryl whispered.
“Mmhm?”
“We should do this again tomorrow.”
You giggled, “Shut up Dixon.”

Options

“The Iron Bull.”

“Not even!” Thema wrinkled her nose at her lover. “Just why? His dick is probably as big as his arm. No way in hell that would fit!”

Solas chuckled, flipping the page in his book. “You are into experiencing new things, I would have thought he would present as an interesting prospect.” The chuckle turned into a laugh when the elvhen woman smacked his arm.

“If I wanted to live after all the internal bleeding!”

Somehow this lazy day had found them in bed, enjoying their solitude in the afternoon, both with their own books. Thema wore his sweater after declaring ‘girlfriend privileges’, laying on her stomach with her tome propped up on her pillow. Somehow she had found a dye in Orlais, applying the black substance to the lower half of her white hair. The black strands were constantly being played with, both by herself and the apostate.

He laid on his back, book propped on his bare stomach with the help of a little magic. His own clothing was pajama pants his love had commissioned for him. Dark blue samite, lined inside with velvet, and a drawstring to keep them up. It was never used, and the luxurious pants sagged about his hips. He enjoyed wearing them in that fashion as the young woman stared, seeming torn between enjoying her view and pulling them off him.

“Cullen.”

This time he snorted at her gagging sounds.

“Too pure! Too goody, too… naive?”

“Hm… Sera?”

No.”

“Blackwall.”

Thema scoffed, eyes tracing the words on the page but not really reading. “Too old.”

The few heartbeats of silence made her look up. Solas was propped up on his elbow, open book in hands, staring at her. “Too old?”

“Yes.” She drew out the word, eyeing him in confusion. His brow went up and he stayed silent. There was something he was waiting for her to get. “What?”

It only took a few more moments of him staring at her like that before she got it. The Inquistor burst into peals of laughter, falling onto her side. “It’s different!”

“Oh, truly?”

The look on his face made her laugh harder, soon descending into silent convulsions of hilarity. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and her paled skin was turning an alarming shade of red. Anything she started to say got lost in the moment, and even his displeased facade started to crack.

A crooked smile started to form and broadened further when she regained enough sense to pepper his face with kisses. “Vhenan…”

“I don’t know why you’re asking me this, Solas, ma’lin, because they don’t have a chance on Thedas or Earth of getting my heart.” Thema pressed a longer kiss to his lips, the brief brush of tongues pulling forth a pleased hum. “You please me better than Bull ever could, and I love your broken edges. They fit mine so perfectly.”

Books were pushed off the bed, the clatter ignored as he pulled her into his laps, his mouth insistent on hers. He would never get used to the things she said, how she loved him, wanted him, completely. Words failed him when this foreign woman spoke and so he used his body to show her.

I have never been with someone as considerate as Frank and let me tell you, it is fucking LIFE CHANGING.

Alllllllllll the bullshit I put up with for 16 years of active dating was worth it because it made me realize what I don’t want and how rare it is to find a man like Frank.

When he left my house yesterday, he took my trash can to the curb. I forgot it was trash day until 630 am this morning when I heard the truck rumbling down the street. I was in bed, naked, and decided to stay in bed. When I left for work this morning, I noticed the can was at the curb. It seriously made my day.

@thefitnessshewolf Deb tagged me again for a SDS…so here’s my tired face / messy hair / flower behind my ear care of F who said the husband would love me even more because I was so beautiful. The kid’s a charmer for sure. Anyone else who wants to show off their face - you’re more than welcome to consider yourself tagged.

I’d just finished cleaning out the spare room - it’s almost sorted for the house sitter, got to pick up some new linen and new pillows for the bed in there. I love that we’ll have a house sitter while we’re away and Wally doesn’t need to go to a kennel or pet boarding, but it’s extra organising getting the house in order.

anonymous asked:

What? You don't want to think that his thin not at all muscular physique? That purple mohawk. His gimp leg. Carrying Riven over the thresh-hold to their honeymoon suit. Him calling her "His Sweet." and laying Riven down on their shared bed? I swear that's what Riven would like. How about that thing... what's it called? Z.A.C. sling shotting through the window to fight Swain for her hand?

// I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

anonymous asked:

do you have any fic recommendations? i would love to know your favorites :) btw i love your writing and reactions!!! they give me life lmao ps the fic recommendations can be of any group :3 -mysterious anon 👀

Thank you mysterious anon I am happy you like my fics 🙄

As far as specific stories that I like I would love to take the time to post them but I am currently in bed about to pass out (so I am mobile) and I didn’t want to leave your ask until I got home from work tomorrow so I figured I would just tag some of my favorite fanfic blogs (warning a lot are smut 👀)

@jiminniemouse, @taehyung-the-baehyung, @gotsexualseven, @jhopesjawline, @mx-scenario, @moonxgi (I just read sugar sweet and it wrecked me so I would read it if you like smut like omg it’s so good lol)

And of corse the lovely @trytowriteitout she only has two posted but she is the person who not only helped me start writing fics but helps me with all my fics when I get stuck.

I know I am forgetting a lot and maybe later I will post a huge list but I am barely able to stay awake (I am so sorry) so I hope this helped :3

Wait wait wait. Let me digest this. I am 30 years old. You are 24. BUT you would STILL smash? So you’re implying that I am either a) too old for you or b) too old to be sexually viable.

Guess what anon. Women reach their sexual peak AFTER their 20s. That’s right. We are at our horniest, most eager for sex when we are “too old”. Not to mention that by this time a lot of us have enough experience to do more than just lie there. Plus, we tend to know what we want in bed by this age.

If that turns you off, then so sorry society taught you that women are cold, dead dish after a certain age.

I don’t care that you thought you were complimenting me by being surprised by my age. You weren’t. I am happy to be 30, and I plan on being happy at 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100, 110…

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I know there’s no form / And no labels to put on
To this thing we keep / And dip into when we need
And I don’t have the right / To ask you where you go at night
But the waves hit my head / To think someone’s in your bed

I get a little bit Genghis Khan / I don’t want you to get it on
With nobody else but me / With nobody else but me♫

Swanky

Just a little (near 1000 words) jronica fluff to sort of help with the discourse. Prompt given by @snivellus-snapes. Maybe not what you had in mind, but I wanted to get it out quickly and it still got out of hand. This is my first time writing them and I think they came out slightly OOC, but I think I have a little better of a handle on them now. Well, back to essays for me.


JD’s been distant lately.

Veronica frowns at the ceiling, humming softly in consideration. Her boyfriend has always been incredibly attentive, so for him to near vanish strikes her as incredibly strange. (And maybe a little worrisome.)

She hauls herself out of bed and trots down to the landline in the kitchen, highly conscious of her mother preparing hors d’oeuvres for the book club hosted at the church down the road. Veronica dials for JD’s home, praying against all hope that her boyfriend picks up instead of-

“Howdy!” Veronica groans silently at the gruff, Southern drawl that answers the phone. Big Bud. She forces cheer into her tone.

“Hi, Mr. Dean! I was wondering if JD’s home?” She twirls the cord of the phone around her finger.

Big Bud huffs a bit on the other end of the line. “Nah, I ain’t seen the pops around lately. Been real quiet. I thought he was with you?”

Shit.

Veronica laughs. “I’m sure he’s just, uh, working overtime or something. Gotta pay that rent, yeah? Anyway, nice talking to you see you later!”

She shudders as she hangs up, dancing a little in place to rid herself of the residual shivers that like to hang around after an interaction with Big Bud Dean. Veronica huffs, stilling with a clap of her hands.

“So if he isn’t at home… And he’s not with me… Then…” She frowns. “What else does JD do with his time?


She corners him at school.

“Morning, Veronica!” JD greets her at her locker with open arms, leaning in for a quick good-morning peck. Veronica stops him with a finger to his lips. He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head as he goes ahead and presses the kiss to her finger. “Did I do something?”

She shifts, unsure how to begin. “So… I called you yesterday.”

JD blinks slowly. “Alright?”

“Your father answered.”

JD grimaces at that, straightening up. “Did he say anything?”

“Nothing bad. Just that you were gone.” Veronica steps around him, twisting her combination into her padlock. Her locker swings open and two arms reach around her, gathering up her books. JD’s head rests against hers as he pulls the books out.

“So?”

So where were you?” Veronica spins around, raising an eyebrow.

JD only grins impishly as he closes the locker door, pressing the books into Veronica’s arms. “Around and about.”

Veronica’s nose scrunches in distaste for his evasive answer. “JD- mmph!”

Her eyes widen as JD swoops in for a quick peck. He winks. “Relax. I promise, you’ll love it.”

JD holds open her backpack so she can slide her textbooks inside. Veronica smiles ruefully. “Your definition of what I’ll love or mine?”

“Nothing bad, I swear.”

“…I’m holding you to that.”


Of course, it’s later that day, after the final bell, that Heather Duke steps up to Veronica. Heather Macnamara trails behind her. Duke leans up against Veronica’s locker, casually blocking her from getting in.

“So. I hear your boyfriend got a job.”

Veronica blinks. “He did? That’s news to me.”

Duke raises an eyebrow and a grin curls her lips as she seems to sense the potential for drama. “Really? Why did he walk out of here wearing a 7-Eleven uniform then?”

She sniffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she channels her inner Heather, determined to protect JD from any of Duke’s gossip. “I don’t know, Heather, you seem to already have it figured out. He got a job, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, but why wouldn’t he tell you?” Heather Macnamara quips quietly. Duke whirls around, scrunchie bound hair nearly slapping Veronica in the face.

Shut up, Heather!”

“Sorry, Heather!”

Veronica frowns at the exchange as Macnamara cowers behind Duke. She turns on her heel. “I have to go.”

“Maybe he’s got a drug addiction!” Duke calls after her.

She snorts softly into her journal.

JD, a drug addiction? Yeah, maybe if those drugs were Slurpee’s.

Veronica laughs into the leather of her diary.

God, she’s hilarious.


Still, it bothers her.

Veronica doesn’t reach JD until 9:15. A weary voice answers the phone.

“’Yallo?”

“JD?” Veronica perks up, having honestly expected Big Bud. Again. For the fourth time this evening. A wide grin splits her face as she dances in place. “Finally?”

A tired chuckle reaches her. “So who’s funeral are we attending? That’s the only reason you’d call me so frequently. You need a date to throw off those awkward questions from relatives you don’t even know.”

“Not… quite why I called, but I will definitely keep you in mind if the time arises,” Veronica promises. “I… actually had some questions?”

There’s a tangible silence before JD answers. “Shoot.”

“Okay, um.” Veronica giggles nervously. “Oh God this is stupid, but, um… Did you… find a job?”

No!” JD groans loudly into the phone, startling Veronica into dropping the receiver. By the time she’s got it back to her ear, her boyfriend is already ranting away. “-and when I find whoever told you I swear I’ll kill them for ruining our date!”

“Date?” Veronica cuts in, ignoring the way her pulse quickens from the butterflies in her stomach.

He falls silent again. “…Well… You were laughing at the 7-Eleven as a first date… so I thought I’d take you to a more… swanky place for our second.”

“…” Veronica giggles and JD begins spluttering over the phone.

“What?”

“Jason Dean, you absolute dork.” She sighs into the receiver, leaning back against the kitchen counter. “I love you.”

“…I love you too,” he mumbles back. Veronica’s grin widens as she makes out the smile in his own voice. “But I am not a dork.”

Happy 15 Million @therealjacksepticeye!!!! I just wanted to send a little message your way. I want to thank you. Now, I know you get this a lot, but I just wanted to tell you. Recently, things have been very hard for me. I’ve been in and out of depression and anxiety, A LOT. A lot of times, I don’t even want to get out of bed in the morning, because I see no point in doing anything. That’s where you come in. You, Mark, and Ethan are the reason I get out of bed. Just for the sheer fact of “Hey, he’s posting soon, I wonder what’s up with him.” It’s nice to have something to look forward to everyday, even if it’s not the greatest one. You give me a chance to forget about the darkness for a little. Anyone who has the ability to do that and put a smile on my face when absolutely nothing else can, I feel like I need to thank them a million times. So I want to thank you, but not just for that. My younger sister, she’s 12, is having one hell of a time with some anxiety issues right now. She goes to her therapist and talks about how a loud green-haired guy and his giggly friend made her have a good day. You and Mark give her the capability to forget about what’s happening in her mind. At her age, anxiety sucks because you don’t fully understand it. But you are the reason I see my sister smile everyday (well, you and Twenty One Pilots…but that’s besides the point). 

Anyways, I’ve rambled enough, but I truly mean it. With all my heart. Thank you for what you do. When I say I wouldn’t be here without that loud green bean, I mean it. So for the hundredth time, thank you. I really hope to meet you one day so I can thank you in person, and hopefully not cry all over you… :)

“I wrote her the message while I was lying in my bed. It said: ‘I don’t want to go too fast, but will you be my girlfriend?’ After I hit ‘send,’ I was so nervous that I laid the phone down next to me. I couldn’t even look at the screen. My nose was sweating. After two minutes, I saw it vibrate. I picked it up, and it said: ‘Yes!’ I felt so good. It felt like killing five characters at one time in League of Legends. These last five days have been magic. I feel so happy and nervous at the same time. This is my first girlfriend so I don’t even know what to do. I don’t know what to talk about. I don’t even know how to sit.”

(Buenos Aires, Argentina)

AUs no one asked for
  •  I’m sleeping over at my friend’s flat from university after study group and just got woken up in the middle of the night by their roommate, who is sitting in the kitchen, listening very loudly to the dirty dancing soundtrack and crying. Like wtf, I didn’t even know they had a roommate and normally I would yell at you but damn you are cute. You really need to stop tho dude, its 4am, some people in this house want to sleep AU
  • I am a barista and you are a customer who comes in every day and orders the same thing and today my friend brought you with them, I didn’t even know we had mutual friends and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IS NOT ACTUALLY YOUR NAME HAVE I REALLY BEEN WRITING A NAME THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO YOURS ON YOUR CUPS FOR OVER HALF A YEAR WHY HAVE YOU NEVER CORRECTED ME AU
  • The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
  • (or alternatively) I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU
  • You are my new coworker and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met you SO WHY ARE YOU LOOKING SO FAMILIAR FUCK I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE ANGSTY EMO KIDS I USED TO STALK BACK IN THE MYSPACE DAYS I CANT BELIEVE THIS AU
  • We work out at the same gym and you are my declared rival because we have the same workout routine and you are always better than me and on my way to the locker room I passed you in the shower where you were singing the opening of hannah montana and I can still hear you and you switched to the lion king now and even though I hate you I think I am kind of in love with you AU
  • I’m hiding in the bathroom of a restaurant from a spectacularly awful tinder date and you are in a similar situation because a guy at the bar just won’t stop hitting on you and now we are planning an epic escape together even though we only met ten minutes ago AU

the monday morning clip in episode 4 s3 was so wild like isak and even were trying to have a casual conversation “are you going to party?” “lol no… I MEAN maybe are you   going  to party?” “yeah i thought    yeah wanna pre drink together?” “sure sure sure coolcoolcoolcool” as if they didn’t almost kiss three days earlier

i mean look at them. these nerds are terrible at playing cool

Sex With Draco Involves...
  • Sex with Draco is slow and hot, varying from passionate to rough.
  • You were each others first time.
  • He loves taking his time, teasing you until you beg him for more.
  • Even if it’s not rough sex, he wants to be in control.
  • Nothing turns him on more then you moaning his name.
  • Neck kisses.
  • Love bites.
  • Dirty whispers and dirty talks.
  • “I’ll meet you at my bed.”
  • Having sex in a classroom once (it was scarring, exciting and so fucking good).
  • Realizing you actually have a lot of sexual fantasies.
  • Sex in the kitchen.
  • Shower sex (his favorite).
  • He doesn’t like to slap you, because he’s afraid to hurt you, but he wouldn’t hesitate to give you hikes wherever part of your body he had access to.
  • A little bit of Daddy kink.
  • When you’re alone, he would hug you from behind and slip his fingers inside you slowly.
  • “Draco, please…”
  • “Say it once more, baby girl. You know how much I love when you beg.”
  • If you want to drive him crazy, I’ve got two words for you: lap dance.
  • Draco absolutely loved the feeling of you grinding against him while a slow song played in the background.
  • In the morning he’d wake you up by kissing your neck and shoulders, and letting his hands go free though your body.
  • Obviously you two have morning sex a lot.
  • He likes to have eye contact with you the whole time.
  • When he gets jealous he would press you against a wall and kiss you rough.
  • He’ll probably fuck you against the wall.
  • “No one else can make you feel this good, hum?”
  • He would make you say you’re his and his only and get you screaming his name so the others would know who you belonged to as well.
  • After he always asks if you’re ok, just to know he haven’t hurt you.
  • When you’re feeling insecure about your body, Draco would whisper how beautiful he thinks you are while making love.
  • You have to admit, you adore it when he worships you.
  • Him pulling your hair to get a better access to your neck.
  • If you need to be quite you’d bite his shoulder to shut your moans.
  • That would probably make him moan your name loud and clear, but still.
  • Malfoy loves your blowjob.
  • You wouldn’t say it, but you also love the control you feel while when you go down on him.
  • If he’s sad or upset you would come and sit on his lap, kiss his face and tell him how much you love him while he undresses you.
  • Draco loves to lay upon you and use his fingers on you, just to watch you cum crying out his name.
  • Tease him and he’ll deny your orgasm until the least second he can.
  • Even being together during a long time, you still can surprise each other.
  • Taking long baths together after sex.
  • Having a hell of a work to hide the hikes with make up when you have class.
  • Him cussing.
  • Draco always inventing you to come to his house when his parents aren’t there.
  • Getting really loud since you two are alone.
  • Since you have the whole place to yourselves, Draco would try (and have success) to convince you to do it almost everywhere in the house.
  • He would also get even more dominating, since you were in his very own bed.
  • “Hold it.”
  • “Draco please, let me…”
  • “I said hold it!”
  • Cuddling until you sleep.

If you should be the last autumn leaf hanging from the tree

I’ll still be here, waiting on the breeze, to bring you down to me.

And if it takes forever, forever it’ll be.

And if it takes forever, forever it’ll be.