look at all that juice!

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black sails // picspam {1/∞}

  • *in a high end retirement home at a ripe old age*
  • sehun: hey can you pass me the juice?
  • jongdae: *looks sehun in the eye as he drinks all the juice*
  • sehun: dude...what the fuck
  • jongdae: remember when you called me the least loyal
  • sehun:
  • jongdae: you're never getting any juice
  • sehun: THAT WAS FIFTY FOUR YEARS AGO HYUNG
  • jongdae: YOU THINK THAT'S GONNA STOP ME FROM NOT FORGETTING ABOUT IT??
Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen

(complete version)

Alternate Universe where Bitty is a figure skater at Samwell. He and Jack meet for the first time at #Epikegster 2014.

warning labels: Alcohol, mentioned homophobia, Parse. 


 Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loup thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

 He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscated. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

 ‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

 Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding a phone.

 Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

 ‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

 The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

 He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

 ‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

 Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

 ‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

 ‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

 The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

 ‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

 ‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

 ‘You’re crying.’

 The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

 ‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

 ‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

 ‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

 He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

 ‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

 ‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

 ‘What’s her name?’

 ‘Whose name?’

 ‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

 ‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

 ‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

 He burst into tears.

 Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

 ‘Dude, what’d you do to him?’

 ‘Nothing!’

 ‘D’you break up with him or something?’

 ‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

 He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

 ‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

 ‘Like what?’

 ‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

 Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

 Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

 ‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

 He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

 ‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

 ‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

 ‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

 ‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’


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Lotor trying to live up to what his mother did and holding it dear because she was a genious, gives me life

yosaflameslover  asked:

Can you do a full version of the Halloween song kidzbopified I'm gonna cry.

brooke: picked out a costume for tonight! made sure to get a size that would fit just right. you can kinda see the zipper but i’ll act like i don’t know
whooooaa

jake: i got some chapstick
chloe: and some juice!

rich: i borrowed my older brother’s superhero suit! don’t have any powers, but making sound effects will do..

all: ooooh

jake: who’s ready for my halloween shindig?!!

everybody’s got a fountain drink cup fill it up fill it up hear the sprite spill on the ground

everybody’s all like ‘sup?’ ‘let’s catch up!’ 'let’s cheer up!’ 'look how much juice i found!’

every single song’s all like whoo! we’re like yup! turn it up! as we NAE NAE to the sound

cause a halloween shindig after the week is done
is a great way to have lots of fun!
and i might be hyped on sugar but it’s all right
cause i’m halloween hanging with my friends tonight!

wHOOO! IT’s HALLOWEEN
IT’S HALLOWEEN

brooke: jeremy! i was afraid you weren’t coming, did you get my IMs?

squip: play it off.

jeremy: am i late? i didn’t know.

brooke: oh, well what do you think of my costume?

squip: vague compliment.

jeremy: original.

jeremy:…. i mean amazing! seriously, i can’t believe i’m with a girl who is as smart and pretty as you.

brooke: you need a juice.

all: PLAY BOARD GAMES! IT’S HALLOWEEN!
EAT SOME LAYS! IT’S HALLOWEEN.
BOB FOR APPLES! IT’S HALLOWEEN.
ICED TEA SNAPPLE FROM HALLOWEEN.

everybody’s got a fountain drink cup fill it up fill it up hear the sprite spill on the ground

everybody’s all like 'sup?’ 'let’s catch up!’ 'let’s cheer up!’ 'look how much juice i found!’

every single song’s all like whoo! we’re like yup! turn it up! as we NAE NAE to the sound

cause a halloween shindig after the week is done
is a great way to have lots of fun!
and i might be hyped on sugar but it’s all right
cause i’m halloween hanging with my friends tonight!


YIKES I HOPE THAT WAS ENOUGH!! hope u enjoyed!!

A Different Fight

Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader has gotten into a fight with peter and peter gets a little rough with the reader (like pins reader into the wall very hard and he punches into the wall) and you can take it from there!

Warnings: HECKIN ANGSTY, it gets a tiny bit physical but it by no means shows or romanticizes abuse !! that’s not coolio !!

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: ANGST

Word Count: 1.5k (sorry this one ended up being a bit shorter haha)

Update: I’m so surprised at how many positive reactions this got! You guys are the best :D

Part II can be found here 


To say you had a bad day was the understatement of the century. To start off with, there was an Algebra 2 test that you were totally unprepared for and you had left about half of the questions on it blank, which definitely wouldn’t end up getting you a good grade. At lunch you went to buy some pizza only to find out that you forgot to turn in your food service money and had none left in your account, leaving you very hungry and irritated. Your locker got stuck making you late to 5th period, the water fountain was broken and sprayed all over you, and you got stuck with a burnout for a lab partner. A lot of little things started to add up and by the end of the day you were dangerously close to absolutely losing it. If anyone did anything more to bother you, it was going to send you over the edge. It just so happened that the poor soul was Peter Parker, your best friend who you had a slight crush on for a while.

Peter had told you he would come by your place to work on some homework and just hang out after school. You were really looking forward to it since he was super busy and you couldn’t see each other as often as you would have liked. You waited patiently for a few hours before settling on the fact that he had stood you up. At that point you were completely pissed off. You grabbed your phone only to see new texts from your friends. Apparently there was a party at some senior girl’s house and a lot of people were there including, to your surprise, Peter. You were more than a little hurt. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if he had just cancelled but the fact that he blew you off completely really stung.

About an hour passed before you heard a knock at your door. You answered it, finding Peter standing there with an apologetic smile on his face. Any other day you would have melted at the mere sight of him grinning like that, but today wasn’t like any normal day.

“What?” you asked brusquely. Your hands moved to your hips and you stared at him expectantly. You didn’t really know what excuse you wanted to hear, but practically all of them would have been the wrong answer.

“I came to hang out with you!” he said and pushed past you, making himself at home. “Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, I had to take care of some stuff relating to you-know-what.” You rolled your eyes. Peter told you about being Spider-Man a few months back, which explained how busy he was, but this time that wasn’t going to cut it. You had seen the pictures from the party and there was absolutely no way it involved him like that.

“Right,” you said sarcastically. “I’m sure every party needs Spider-Man there to make sure things don’t get out of control. Tell me, does Liz Allan have a thing for spandex? Is that why you ditched me?” Peter’s eyebrows shot up, surprised by your dark tone. He had never seen you mad before and it both concerned and confused him. At the same time, bringing up Liz was a hit below the belt.

“E-excuse me?” he stammered, his smile fading. “What does she have to do with this? Look, I’m really sorry I’m late but at least I’m here now so can you just let it go?”

“No, I can’t,” you said defiantly. “Don’t try to change the subject. I saw the pictures of you at that party, you can’t deny it.”

“So I’m not allowed to go to parties now?” he asked, his anger rising as well. “What gives, Y/N. Are you jealous of Liz or something? Is that what this is about?”

“I would never be jealous of her,” you snorted. “You’re trying to turn this on me, but it’s not my fault. You think you’re so high and mighty just because you swing around all over Queens in tights every night. ‘Look at me, I’m Peter and I shoot nasty ass spider juice all over the place. Tony Stark loves me and so does Liz Allan”. Seriously, it’s ridiculous.“ Your voice got louder and louder as you went, your emotions getting the best of you. Peter’s eyes dropped to the floor and he balled his hands into fists. You regretted yelling at him like that, but you refused to back down. All of the anger that had built up inside you was finally coming out, and you couldn’t stop it now.

“First of all,” he said fiercely, “I don’t wear spandex and I definitely don’t wear tights. Second, I don’t think I’m better than anyone else. I’ve never said anything like that in my life. I don’t know what your beef is tonight but if you don’t want me here then I’ll just leave.”

“Leave and go where?” you spat. “Back to Liz’s house? Fine, see if I care. I didn’t know Spider-Man was a party trick now, but it’s cool. I’m sure everyone is dying to see you crawl around on the ceiling. Maybe shoot some webs, lay some eggs? Personally, spiders have always grossed me out, but if that’s what the senior chicks are into-” Suddenly Peter slammed one of his hands onto the wall next to you, using the other to pin you back, and you were so startled that your voice caught in your throat. His chest was rising and falling, the veins in his arms and neck noticeably present.

“Stop. Talking. About. Liz.” Peter enunciated every word carefully, his eyes locked on yours. A shiver ran down your spine. This was a different Peter than your dorky and awkward best friend. He was intimidating and tough, and all of his anger was aimed right at you. Never in your life did you ever think you’d see him like this, and it scared you. You knew what he was capable of, and you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had punched a hole in the wall. His arm was pressing into your chest and it hurt. It wasn’t like you couldn’t breathe, but it was still painful and uncomfortable. You were so shocked by it, especially since Peter never touched you without asking first, even just to link arms or something. His gentle demeanor had vanished completely, and that’s when you figured out that you had really messed up.

“Get off of me,” you said hoarsely. “Get off of me right now.” Peter blinked, only just realizing what he had done. His grip loosened and he took a step back, his eyes wide and full of panic. Neither of you really knew what to do next.

“O-Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I never meant to do that. I’d never hurt you, I didn’t want to hurt you-”

“Peter, I think you should go,” you said, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your breathing was uneven and shaky, and he noticed it right away.

“Y/N, I didn’t… I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, almost pleading with you. He took a step toward you and you instinctively backed away. The look of pain on his face made you feel like you had kicked him in the stomach. By then you didn’t even care that there were tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t think straight, your mind was whirling and you could hear your heart pounding.

“Peter, you need to leave,” you choked out again. He nodded slowly, processing things but still not moving.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a voice just above a whisper. “Please, just… Just tell me I didn’t hurt you at all. I swear I’ll leave right after…” You wiped your eyes and shook your head. You heard his breathing stop for a moment before he took another step backwards. He was crying too and looked absolutely broken. It was all your fault. All of this. If you hadn’t been so grumpy and jealous in the first place none of it would have happened. You told yourself over and over that you needed to apologize, you needed to tell Peter that you were alright and that it wasn’t his fault. For some reason you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you stood there in silence crying as he slowly made his way out the door and out of your house.

The second the door closed behind him you collapsed onto the ground. Your sobs echoed off the walls of the empty room. There was no anger left inside of you, only regret and sadness. You didn’t mean any of the things you had said, you weren’t in your right state of mind, but that didn’t change the fact that you still said them.

Your chest ached, not because Peter had hurt you, but instead because your heart was broken.


Tags~ @nevaehsuga (thank you for the request love!! i hope you liked it!!) @nedslaptop (I don’t really have a tag list yet but i thought I’d add you as long as I was doing it since you asked a while back xx)

If you wanna be tagged in my dumb writing in the future let me know and I’ll make sure to add you!!

Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen


Here’s the first part of a fic- AU where Bitty and Jack meet for the first time at the EpicKegster. 

Note that the second part of this is not written yet, and I’m crushed under my to-do list, so don’t expect it soon and please don’t ask when the next part will come, I don’t know. But I wanted to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. 

I apologise for errors, typos or weird sentence structure, all my editing power is and will be concentrated on my own novel, so ha. 

pairings and warnings: pretty much what you get from the canon





Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loud thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscathed. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding his phone.

Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

‘You’re crying.’

The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Whose name?’

‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

He burst into tears.

Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

‘Dude, what’d’you do to him?’

‘Nothing!’

‘D’you break up with him or something?’

‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

‘Like what?’

‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’

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Game’s on!

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: Klaus gets super jealous over you and you decide to punish, in a very hot way, him for almost murdering your best friend Stefan.

*requested

*smut, so read carefully

Word Count: 1577

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when ur squad is supposed to save the universe but ur all five year olds

@relatablepicturesoflancemccclain @relatablepicturesofshiro @relatable-pictures-of-hunk @relatablepicturesofpidge 

anonymous asked:

Everlark for number 29? Your fics are great, keep on writing!

So, um…this prompt is two years old. Yikes. But anyways, the requested dialogue phrase is “I thought you were dead,” and it will be a miracle if the Anon who sent this even remembers sending it (*crazed laughter*). Anyhow, this prompt along with a few reviews shook something loose in my head and the below 4K+ word vomit happened. Not beta’d, so forgive my mistakes, also the end feels rushed but short of completely rewriting Catching Fire this is what you get. It is a continuation of something that is a year old, which you can read on:

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AO3

or FF

your choice. You’re gonna want to read that part first. And before you ask…yes there’s a third part in the works. So now I have to figure out how to post this part to the other sites when I said I wouldn’t expand it. Why do I do this to myself? I should be working on ms2sl or It’s All a Lie. Enough whining! Rated M for sexy times. Enjoy.


It takes a good two minutes for what they’re suggesting to sink into my brain. As soon as it does, I shake my head vigorously. “I’m not saying that.”

“Come on, Katniss. Your mother will know it’s a lie.” As if that would be my only real objection.

“No!” I shout at Gale but my eyes are drawn to Peeta, sitting in one of the bright chartreuse armchairs, hands clenched with his forearms resting on his thighs. There’s a strange tick in his jaw and a gaping chasm between us that I don’t know how to breach. My next words are directed at him. “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” he whispers. My eyes burn and bile rises in my throat as I run from the room.

“Catnip,” Gale pleads. He hasn’t called me that unless there’s a camera around since before the last Games.

“Let him talk to her and explain,” I hear Haymitch say and I know that Peeta’s following me. I run to the only place I can think of that might allow me to talk freely, so long as the wind is howling like it was last night. A cold blast of wind hits me when I reach the roof, bringing me to an abrupt halt. Peeta’s warmth crashes into my back. I didn’t think he’d be able to catch up that quickly.

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princess [draco malfoy]

request: nonexistent! this was directly out of my mind (’:

word count: ~3700

a/n: good jesus christ this one took far too long to write. this is my first post of the blog, though, so color me excited for what’s to come! also i’m so tired. this has drained my energy for some reason. ugh. please do request though i have nothing to write and my ideas sort of go everywhere when i don’t have a solid idea in mind! thanks for reading! <3

summary: in which a sarcastic comment has draco calling you “princess”. he’s also kind of an ass. a very attractive, rude ass. (contains swearing ofc)

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Galra Keith theory - I hear your heartbeat and I see how hot you are

Galra Keith senses are way different from Human Keith senses and he takes advantages of this ; in combat, he switches from both forms to get the best view of the situation :

Human Keith is good sighted, he sees pretty far and has good reflexes as we saw. Boxing uses sight more than earing so he’s human here.

But Galra Keith. To me, he’s mostly based on a bat and here is why it’s fun :
Bats are nocturnal animals. Galra don’t have pupils and seem to be more accomodated to purple ranging lights.

So what if Keith can’t see shit in galra form, but hears anything ? Like, litteraly. His big ears rotate and can receive any sounds around 300 meters or so, because his vision is very different and he needs to compensate and balance.
He also has paws that makes him silent as a cat and a pretty good sense of air tension and vibes emitted by other beings.
He mostly goes galra in infiltration missions, because it’s better for spying.
His balance is way better too, as he’s more dense than in Human form

Made for differents wavelenghts of lights, his eyes are suited for dark areas and he can’t see anything with the castles bright lights.
BUT
His visual cones can receive higher ranging wavelenghts. Like infrared.
Basically what i mean is :

Keith can hear you breath and sees your temperature. Also he feels how you feels.

So i get klancy here.

Imagine Keith shapeshifting but partially. Only some furry ears and glowy eyes, the rest is human. He’s training because he needs to get used to half-shifting and double sword wielding.
He’s also a lot more easily sweaty and exhausted because it’s tiring™ and he overheats in furry mode.

As he’s taking the training bots down one by one, Lance walks in because he needs to fix his aiming with double guns and ice lasers.

They make a contest out of anything and as Lance doesnt move that much to stay precise and concentrated, his temperature stays low and he pauses his breath a lot. Keith sees him in blue and practically doesnt hears him. He feels nothing but a deep concentration, very calming and slow.
Basically Lance is almost invisible, it’s very bugging Keith because he can’t take the risk to wield both swords all around.

Lance takes down a bot coming from behind Keith for the last round, and Keith lets a “we are a good team”/“ swift work, cowboy” of any sort split out, still in galra form. They end training session and Keith wipes sweat off his forehead with his shirt before throwing a space Capri sun at Lance.

He doesnt find the blue paladin in his vision tho, no blue form are to be seen, but he clearly ears a muffled squeal and a really loud, fast paced heartbeat.
The calm vibes are replaced by a mess of emergency signals too, as some hurt animals.
At first he fears he hit Lance without noticing by throwing his Blade.
Then he catches him back.
Lance’s form is in bright red in the corner, barely catching his pouch of juice. He doesn’t look hurt at all. But…

- You look pretty hot, Lance.
- You… You too !
- I mean you’re at least 40 degrees from what i see.
- YOU’RE SWEATY THAT’S WHAT I MEANT SHUT YOUR QUIZNAK YOU’RE NOT HOT

Aaand as drums of heartbeats are playing solos like in a metal concert in his brain, Keith shapeshift back to human.

- Did I miss it ?
- What ?
- My transformation…
- No, you look fine as heck. I mEAN YOu LoOK huMAn that’s it.
- But you’re still all reddish ?
- Frog off Kogane.

So that’s how Keith learned how to mess with Lance and decode human temperature changes.


Also I raise you all the applications like :
- Hunk, I think it’s burnt
- Pidge, your computer is overheating
- Shiro, your arm… How does it not melt ?
- Allura have you thought about resting, but like, not in the cryomod of the pods ? (Turns out alteans are as cold as galras are hella warm)


OR

- Lance ? Are you okay ?
- Yeah i’m, ATCHAA, i’m good.
- You just sneeze-scared me. Also you’re too hot.
- You said it baby ! *sneezes* Hey Kitty, looks like don’t need your pretty eyes *ATChOU* to see how i got your heart burnin’ right ?? *sneezes again and hits his heads on the couch*
- *screams internally*
(Allura : - Please stop them) //sickfic hohoho//
Sex With: Bangtan

Originally posted by mewchim

Rated: M
Warnings: Sex, dirty talk, overstim, toys, blindfolds, pinning, handcuffs.
Recommended: Dirty Talk | Kinks | Oral


Seokjin:

Sex with Jin is passionate. He’ll treat you as if you’re his queen, which you are. He’ll leave kisses on every part of your body that he can reach. He’ll always give you exactly what you want to make you feel good. You’ll always, always be put first in the bedroom. His pleasure comes second, yours is first. He’ll make you cum once during foreplay and he’ll make you cum again with his cock. He’ll revel in your moans, every one sending a shiver down his spine. He’ll leave little hickies all over your body, well the places that couldn’t be seen. He didn’t want his marks to be seen by the world. He’ll enjoy if you leave some hidden ones as well, they’ll be little marks that’ll remind him throughout the day of what you two did.

Snippet: He pressed soft kisses to your neck and jaw as he rolled his hips into you. He let out soft whines and whispers of your name as he panted. You clung to him, digging your nails into his soft skin. Every move he made pressed against that spot inside of you that made you cry out.

“You’re so beautiful, I love you so much.” He whispers, burying his face in your neck. His hand will travel up to your breast to gently roll your nipple between his fingers. He moaned when he felt your walls contract around him, squeezing his cock.


Yoongi:

Sex with Yoongi is lazy. Yoongi enjoys slow-paced sex that happens in the middle of the day or night while you’re both sluggish or cozy. He loves it when you’re on top of him, your body looks godly above him. He’s able to feel all your juices dripping down his cock and it drives him crazy. He’s got a filthy mouth too so expect lots of dirty things whispered to you. He’s not very vocal but if you listen closely you can hear him let out soft sighs of pleasure. When he gets close, his grip on your body becomes rougher and he begins grinding up into you. Sometimes he cums before you do but he always makes sure you get off, even at the cost of his own overstimulation.

Snippet: You rolled your hips down, your clit hitting his skin, adding to the pleasure. Yoongi’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you up and down his cock. You tossed your head back at the pleasure, gripping his wrists tightly as you got closer to your orgasm.

“That’s it sexy, fuckin’ cum all over my cock.”


Hoseok:

Sex with Hobi is sweet. He’s truly an angel.  Everything he does is for your pleasure. He knows exactly what gets you off and he’s gonna try his hardest to make you cum as many times as he can. He loves your body and he makes damn sure to let you know how beautiful he thinks you are. He’ll enjoy leaving marks where everyone can see, he thinks it’s sexy that you have to lead your day with his marks on display or barely covered by makeup. Hoseok is rarely rough with you, but if you ask him he’ll be more than happy to give you what you want. He’s always up for anything you want. He’s willing to explore any kink you have, even if he doesn’t think he’ll be into it.

Snippet: “So good sweetheart, you feel so good.” He moaned, wrapping his arm tighter around you to pull your back closer against his check. His other hand held your leg up, allowing him to fuck himself into you easier. Your cries were muffled by the pillow beneath your head, your eyes staring vacantly at the wall in front of you. You had already cum but he was close to making you cum again.

“That’s it sweet girl, cum for me.” His hand dropped down to your clit, rubbing perfect little circles that made you back arch and your eyes roll back.


Namjoon:

Sex with Namjoon is kinky. Namjoon’s a kink master. He loves to delve into any kinks the two of you have. Sex with him is honestly a whole event. On nights when you have time on your hands for more than ordinary sex, he’ll tie you up, blind fold you, edge you, anything you both enjoy. Obviously, the man has a Daddy kink. So expect some Daddy play in the bedroom as well. He’s dominant so seeing you submissive really turns him on, but if you give a little fight it really makes things fun so he can punish you. But, if you’re not in the mood for all that, Namjoon can be very sweet and sensual as well. He’ll let you feel how much he loves you without him even having to say it. Expect to cum many times in the night, at least twice if not more. He loves making you cum for him, it makes him feel good about himself. Proud that he’s able to make you feel like that. Also expect a ton of aftercare.

Snippet: He had his hand wrapped in your hair as he fucked you from behind. Your face was buried in the bed below you, your voice raw from screaming out. Namjoon had handcuffed your hands behind you, leaving you helpless.

“Cum, slut.” He growled, adding a stinging slap to your already red ass. He let you a low groan, tossing his head back when you came around him, screaming into the pillow as your juices gushed down your thighs.

“Think you can take another one?” He chuckled. “What am I saying? You will whether you like it or not.”


Jimin:

Sex with Jimin is sweet. Jimin is a sweetheart through and through. He puts you first and always makes sure you’re comfortable and happy. He’s the type that will whisper encouragements and praises to you to make you feel better about how you’re doing and how you’re making him feel. In return he’ll ask you if you like what he’s doing. However, Jimin is a little insecure. It means a lot to him when you freely tell him he’s doing well or that you feel good. He’s honestly better in bed than he thinks he is. He’s always so proud if he can make you cum more than once. He always fancies some after-sex cuddles and deep pillow talks with you wrapped in his arms. Probably better than sex for him.

Snippet: “Does this feel good, baby? You like this? Hm…I know you do because you’re trembling.” His voice was like liquid gold in your ear. His fingers were circling your swollen clit as he slowly fucking himself into your tight hole. Your thighs were trembling around his hips. His free hand was pinning your hands above your head.

“Do you like this, baby?” He growled, nipping softly at your shoulder. When you gave him a shuttering nod, he smirked and suddenly he was slamming into you full force.


Taehyung:

Sex with this man is playful. There will be laughs shared and little jokes. If something embarrassing happens during sex, like you bump heads or something he’ll crack a joke and make you both crack up to ease the tension. If things seem to be getting too intense he’ll tickle you to make you crack. He just honestly loves the happy, carefree feeling of sex like that. It means you’re both really comfortable with each other. However, he’s definitely capable of serious sex. He can be intense, grabbing your chin and forcing you to keep eye contact with him while he fucks you. He’ll use his deep ass voice to his advantage and whisper sinful things to you to feel your walls contract around him.

Snippet: “You’re so pretty.” He whispered, pinching your cheek to see you giggle at him.

“Be serious Tae…” You whined, grinding your hips down on him. He smiled, wrapping his hands around your waist as he lifted you up his cock and dropped you back down while you both let out a moan together.

“You’re so wet…do you hear that…the sounds your cunt is making…so dirty.”


Jungkook:

Sex with Jeon is adventurous. Jeon is still really young and still probably figuring himself out. He’s always looking for new things to try and explore. Of course, he knows what things he likes and what you like and that’s always a safe net. But there’s nights he comes to you asking to try this new thing he heard of. And more often than not, the new experiences are exhilarating. Jungkook is good at everything he tries, so it’s safe to assume that once he’s more comfortable with you he’d be more than confident in bed. He’ll have a dirty mouth and he knows how to use his hips. He’ll be able to make you see stars.

Snippet: “You wanna cum again?” He growled, watching as you shook your head no. “No? No?…Aw, that’s too bad baby because I want you to cum again.” He pressed the Hitachi firmer against your oversensitive clit listening to you whine into the gag in your mouth.

“Yeah, feels good doesn’t it babygirl? Cum for me, now.”


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TheRE he Is

Karma for the Demons and Angels AU (lmao that was a month ago )

STATS


Akabane Karma

Age : 15

Type : Demon ( honestly that was predictable )

Height: 195 cm 

Ability: Literally anything that can burn your house down lmao

Special : His stupid grin and witty remarks

MESSAGES FROM PEEPS :

Gakuhou: Let’s create a squad that mainly focuses on embarrassing Gakushuu shall we?

Gakushuu: I SWEAR IF YOU AND DAD PUT ANOTHER FROG IN MY BAG AGAIN

Nagisa: No Karma no.

Isogai: ….Are you having mackerel juice?

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“Could you just a jealous Happy imagine?🙈”

Fastening your gold high heels, you wiggle your freshly painted toes, the metallic paint shining back at you. You walk to the long length mirror, assessing your appearance and making sure everything was perfect. The red dress you were wearing showed all of your curves off beautifully, your ass looking particularly plump.

A knock on the door makes you jump, before you grab your clutch from the chair, triple checking your hair one last time and opening the door. “So? Will it do?”

Happy’s eyes roam up and down your body, causing you to smirk. Tonight, you were working for the club, sweetening some deal with an investor that the club needed. Being the good old lady you are, you agreed pretty much straight away, accepting that you couldn’t be given too many details just yet.

Even though you were completely fine with doing this, your fiancé took a little more convincing, not wanting any man to even think he had a chance with you, let alone spend a whole evening with you.

“I should just take you here, right now.“ he growls, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you towards him. “This job is bullshit.”

You smirk in response, placing your hands upon his face and bringing his lips to yours, trying to reassure him through the kiss. Nibbling playfully at his bottom lip, you pull away, hunger in his eyes. “It’s just a job, baby. I’m all yours.”

“Don’t you fucking forget it.” he warns, his insecurities being hidden by his dominant tone. Smiling lovingly at your man, you entwine your fingertips with his, the two of you heading downstairs.

“You look beautiful.” You squeeze his hand at the compliment, wishing you could just stay here, lost between the sheets with Happy.

You walk into the living room, being welcomed with whistles and hollers from Jax, Tig, Chibs and Juice. You feel your man stiffen up in anger, him pulling his hand out of yours and sitting down, a murderous look on his face. Rolling your eyes, you grin. “Thanks, guys. We all set?”

Jax looks around to the other members, them nodding in confirmation as they all stand, Juice and Tig walking past you, squeezing your shoulder in encouragement as they leave.

“Tig and Juice are going to ride ahead, stake the place out just to make sure it’s all good.” Jax explains, your mind racing with ideas of what could go wrong. He must notice the change in your expression, a reassuring grin slipping onto his lips. “It’s just a precaution, darlin’. We’ll look after you.”

Nodding, you blow out a deep breath, telling yourself to calm down. “Me and Hap are driving you there, and we’ll walk you in and introduce you. You good?”

“Yep, I’m good.” you reply, looking at your sulking partner on the sofa. Jax follows your gaze, sympathy on his face as he looks at his brother. Happy stands, refusing to meet your eye, and nods once at his brother, leaving without even acknowledging you.

“He’ll be fine.” Jax starts, his hands resting on your shoulders comfortingly. “It’s gonna be hard for him to watch, we’d all be the same. Thank you for this, (Y/N).”

Sighing deeply, you stare at the door Happy just left out of. “I’m happy to help. I just hope he understands that.”

“That sounds awful.” you laugh, taking a sip from the fruity alcohol in your glass. Tony, the man you were trying to persuade, grimaces at the memory.

“Believe me, sweetheart, it was.” You were actually having quite a good time, the sleazeball you were expecting actually turning out to be a pretty decent guy. Although, you found it hard to focus, Happy glaring at Tony’s back so harshly you were surprised he hadn’t dropped dead.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to powder my nose.” you state sweetly, grabbing your purse and heading towards the toilets.

You’ve barely washed your hands when you hear a light knock on the bathroom door, your heels clicking on the floor as you walk, pulling open the door. “Juice?”

“Jax told me to come get you, it’s time to go.” he explains, your eyebrow raised in confusion. You’d barley eaten your starter, how was it already sorted?

“Oh, christ,” you groan, your head shaking in disbelief as you solve the puzzle yourself. “Happy?”

Juice chuckles nervously, not wanting to land his brother in the dog house, but not wanting to lie to you either. Looking across to the table you were sitting at just minutes before, you see its been vacated, a few notes left on top to clear the barely there bill. “Let’s just say Happy made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”

Juice leads you outside, his hand on your back protectively as you move past wandering eyes. Once you reach the outside, you catch eyes with your dumb ass boyfriend, giving him no expression. “Take me home, Jax.”

You hear low whistles as you shut the door, Happy telling his brothers to shut up as they wish him luck, your wrath having its own reputation.

“Babe?” you roll your eyes as you take off your makeup, the apologetic voice behind you being one you know oh too well. Enjoying the effect your silent treatment is having, you move past Happy, plugging in your phone and placing it on your bedside table.

“I’m sorry for ruining the fun you were having with that slimy prick.” Happy growls, jealously dripping from his words. Scoffing, you walk up to your man, pointing your finger at him accusingly.

“Don’t you dare try and make me feel guilty, Hap.” you scold, his harsh eyes softening as you tell him off. Folding your arms, you try to stay serious, wanting Happy to know he’s not going to get off the hook so easily. “It’s not my fault you can’t control your jealousy. All I wanted to do was help, do my bit for the club.”

“You did, I just sped up the process.” Happy argues, smirking at you, your hard shell cracking at his playful demeanor. You hit his chest warningly, a sigh leaving you.

“I wanted to do this, Hap, prove my loyalty to you and SAMCRO.” you explain, pulling him by his arm and pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulls the front of your shirt, spreading his legs for you to stand between, his hands resting on your hips.

“You got nothing to prove, baby girl. Club loves you, I love you. You’re family now.” His fingers squeeze at your skin as he talks, your own fiddling with the neckline of his leather kutte.

Locking your arms around his neck, you straddle Happy’s lap, his touch slipping under your shirt as he traces soothing circles, goosebumps appearing on your body. “What am I going to do with you?”

He grins at your statement, knowing he’s back on your good side - not that he ever left - as he falls back on the bed, bringing you down with him. His grip slips south as you bring your lips down to his, squealing into the kiss as he roughly squeezes your ass.

Pulling back, you tease the man beneath you, hovering over him but not letting his lips connect back to yours. “I love you, you protective bastard.”

He smirks, knowing that despite his uncontrollable jealousy, you’d never want him any other way.

Originally posted by bringmesomeanarchy

A/N - I find it so easy to write about Happy, I feel like he’s got so many layers to him, so many different personalities. What a daddy😂😍