not entirely satisfied with it but whatever

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Andrew didn’t budge beneath his weight. He was something solid to lean against, something violent and fierce and unmoving. Neil couldn’t remember what it felt like to have someone hold him up. It was terrifying and liberating all at once. His life was out of his control now; he was giving it to Andrew and hoping Andrew would keep it safe.

favorite all for the game quotes ≡ (2/?) andrew minyard edition.

anonymous asked:

Do you got like any touch-starved fluff prompts or whatever that I could use please?

What do you mean we can’t cuddle over skype? AU

I am sad and lonely please just hold me for awhile AU

I patted you on the back and you burst into tears are you ok? AU

We have to share a hotel bed and you wrapped yourself around me in the middle of the night AU

You hug with your entire body that’s a little weird AU

A hug never satisfies you unless you can wrap your legs around them too AU

I told you that you need 8 positive touches a day to be healthy and you were confused that people touch every day? AU

You’ve been gone for a long time so I flung myself at you the moment I saw you and haven’t let go since AU

We only see each other once a (year/decade/century/whatever) and I really like to make it count AU

I was willing to let go of this hug a full two minutes ago but you are still clinging to me are you ok AU

~Nicole

louder

◦ pairing: reader x sub!jackson

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 2.5k

◦ a/n: Since my boys were eating well and taking beautiful pictures and finally resting on their “BTS Friendship Trip”, all my inspiration flowed in the direction of Got7 and BAP (mostly towards Jackson Wang cause wow do I wanna bang ;)). So here’s a really weird daydream I had in the middle of Econ (cause who cares about wealth inequality when you can get Wanged) I’m so sorry I hate myself for that too. Please don’t unfollow me.

m a s t e r l i s t


Originally posted by vulcanide

“Fuck, baby,” Jackson moaned into you as he tugged you into his body by your clothes. You were taken aback by his suddenness; the bedroom door had just barely closed and the rest of the boys were still in the house. You shrugged the coat off your body promptly, hardly stopping to ask questions as you leaned into the warmth of your boyfriend’s body. “Watching you fight like that,” he breathed, his lips hovering over yours as he groped at your sides, grabbing every bit of flesh that he could through your clothes. “Might have been the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growled into your neck as his hands took handfuls of your ass, locking his lips into your sweet spot. You hummed with approval as your hands stroked the hair at the base of his neck, letting his breathing grow heavy against your skin as he pulled you in for more. He loved when you touched the back of his neck like that.

You were a stunt double and combat choreographer and Jackson had been on set to pick you up on the way home. He showed up a little early and figured that instead of waiting around in front of the building, he would come see what you did. He had never actually seen you in action; he only knew that you were good at fighting, and never to steal your phone from you or scare you unexpectedly– two mistakes he had made before. Then, he watched you strut around the studio in a sleek, leather one-piece outfit and order around the actress and cameraman to get the best shot. You had him turned on faster than you could pin a man twice your size to the ground– and seeing you do just that only turned him on all the more.

“Tell me what to do,” he blurted in the midst of his kisses before rolling the t-shirt up, off your body.

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under the covers

set at some vague point after robert moves into the woolpack. 

Sometimes Robert feels sixteen again, hiding under the covers so Jack and Diane don’t put two and two together and figure out what’s going on. He remembered so many times where he and Katie, or Donna would be hidden under his quilt, trying to keep quiet and not let on that Robert had anyone over, laughing and sshing each other.

He feels sixteen again, as he straddles Aaron’s hips, his boyfriend telling him to keep his voice down, a bright smile on his face and nothing but love in his eyes. They’re in bed, the duvet pulled up over their heads, creating this purple cocoon, this bubble that only exists for the two of them.

(”Please just keep it down a little bit,” Chas had pleaded to a red-faced Aaron, “There’s other people living in the pub too, love.”) 

Aaron’s laughing. He’s tangled up in his t-shirt, and he’d laughing, the sound like music to Robert’s ears. He’ll never get tired of this, never get tired of getting to see Aaron like this, with his heart on his sleeve and his soul on display, open, and honest, and sharing every part of himself.

He didn’t know what he’d ever done in his life to deserve to be this happy, tangled up in bedsheets and listening to the love of his life laugh, the two of them wanting, at ease, happy.

Robert felt his heart swell with love as Aaron managed to discard his t-shirt, his dark hair a contrast to the grey bedsheet he was lying on, his fingers tracing patterns on the bare skin of Robert’s thighs as he waited for Robert to move, to do something other than sit, straddling Aaron’s waist.

A part of him didn’t want to move, didn’t want to chance breaking the magic of the moment. It did genuinely feel like they’d managed to block the rest of the world, whatever problems they had out, the duvet up over their heads, their little bubble safe, free from exes and jealously and whatever other mistakes they might be making. 

Robert leaned down, the duvet soft on his back as it fell down around them, the air heated, practically sizzling between them. It was going to get too hot, Robert knew that much.

It would get too hot, and they’d have to kick off the duvet and muffle their moans and cries with kisses and gritted teeth (Aaron had left teeth-marks in a pillow once, Robert entirely too self satisfied as he inspected the new dents in one of their pillowcases.)

But for now, Robert was happy, tucked away in a blanket cocoon with only Aaron for company.

(It was better than when he was sixteen, discovering sex for the first time, discovering how much he loved it -

it was better because of the man in his arms, his gorgeous, brilliant Aaron, the person who’d made it all fun and carefree again, laughing as they undressed, as they kissed, as they melted together.)

It was better now, it was definitely better. 

Freak in the Sheets

Pairing: Tyler/Reader Warnings: Smut, Spanking, Dominant Tyler, Bondage, Name Calling, Choking, Public Sex Rating: Mature A/N: The ask for this was a bit vague, so I’m very sorry if this was your ask and it’s not what you wanted. Also, I love the gif because Delena is my life.

Originally posted by lovershub

“What else is there left to do?” Josh asks, walking ahead of everybody. You, Tyler, Josh, and a few other people had went to an amusement park, and had been there for hours. You had practically gone on every single ride you could, and your legs started to hurt. Tyler, being the amazing boyfriend he is, had been carrying you on his back for the past hour, and you could tell he was also growing tired. “Nothing, we all hurt. Let’s just go get food” You offer. Everyone agrees and you head to the car, getting in and laying your head on Tyler’s shoulder. The ride to the nearest restaurant was pretty silent, most of you pretty beat. Of course, that changed pretty quick when the car parked in the lot, and the smell of food hit you all. The car empties and you all run out and head inside, taking a seat and ordering your food. The way the seating was arranged was there was six of you at a table. On one side, it was the three others, and on your side, Tyler was by the wall, you were in the middle, and Josh was on the outside next to you. The conversations were meaningless while you all waited for your food, and you were going on about how fun the rides were. However, you shut your mouth immediately when Tyler set his hand on your thigh and slowly started to move towards the button on your pants. “Something wrong babe?” Tyler asks, a mock concern look on his face. You nod your head and he unbuttons your pants, sliding down the zipper, before moving his hand away. You look at him and glare, and go to fix your pants, but he slaps your hand. He looks at you and shakes his head, before returning to his conversation. “I’ll just do it myself” You say, crawling over Josh to stand up. Tyler looks at you and shakes his head, but you smile and walk to the bathroom anyway. As soon as you push through the stall, you get a text from Tyler:“I swear to God if you touch yourself in there, when we get home I’m going to destroy you” You gulp and feel your palms grow a bit sweaty. The thought of whatever Tyler would do to you made you even more wet, and you knew Tyler wouldn’t do it for you out there. You lock the door and head to one of the stalls, locking yourself in there as well. You pull out your bullet and start working on yourself, thinking a out Tyler the entire time.// A while later, you’ve finished. You put everything away and go to the sink to wash your hands. You look in the mirror, and once you’re satisfied with how you look, you unlock the door and push it open. However, when you look up to walk out, you’re pushed back in and slammed against the wall. You look up to see Tyler’s dark eyes staring back into your own. “You’ve been in here an awful long time” he says, messing with the bottom of your skirt. He runs his hand up your thigh, and pushes past your underwear, delving his fingers into you. You take in a shaky breath and he shakes his head. “It’s not just wet, it’s more creamy and your walls are too relaxed.” He says, pulling his hand back out. “You’re fucking done” he says, grabbing your wrist roughly and dragging you out of the bathroom. “Hey, we’re gonna head out, she’s not feeling well” Tyler says, acting polite and fun with everyone, completely different from you. Tyler puts some cash on the table for the food, and follows you outside. You get to the car and stand on the passenger side, opening the door. Tyler is quick behind you to shut the door and press himself against your back, boxing you in to the car. “If you want to act like such a little slut” he starts, hiking up the skirt and fidgeting with your underwear. “Tyler, no. People can see us” you say, pushing back on him slightly. He grabs your hands with one hand and hold them against the car, while he uses his other to take down your underwear and work on getting his own things off. “No one will care or see us, it’s too dark. Besides, you didn’t listen” He says sliding off his underwear. He takes his hand off your hands and you place them on the car. He uses one hand and snaked it around your waist, pulling on your waist so your ass was sticking out towards him. He quickly inserts himself in you, thrusting hard and fast. He reaches around and put one of his hands in your shirt, massaging and playing with your breast. With his free hand he moves your hair over, licking along your neck before settling on a spot, sucking and biting gently. With each of his thrusts, your body slams into the car, sure to leave a bruise at some point. “I need a new angle” he mutters, lifting you up and practically throwing your body to the hood of the car. You’re laying on your back now, so he walks in front of you, wasting no time to slide himself back in, the thrusts feeling more comfortable. You begin to moan, louder than you had intended. To shut you up, he leans down to kiss you, more passionate, not really matching to his thrusts. They were hard and fast, but the kiss was soft and sensual. You feel yourself coming close. “I feel your walls, you close?” Tyler asks. You nod, and he stops what he’s doing, sliding out and adjusting himself. He walks in the car and you stay on the hood, exposed and confused, with a little bit of anger. You put your underwear back on and get in the car. “Tyler, I hate you” you say. “I told you not to touch yourself” he says, pulling out of the lot and heading home. You still felt horny from the lack of release, so you try to be discreet and rub your thighs to create the friction. Of course, Tyler notices and slams on the brakes. “You better fucking stop” he says, but you continue. You start moaning and look directly into his eyes as you bring a hand between your thighs. “You don’t know how to fucking listen do you?” He asks, starting the car back up, speeding to your house. At the speed you were going, you pulled your hands away from yourself and grabbed onto parts of the car. It doesn’t take long for you to arrive, and you both get out of the car, heading inside. He slams your body to the wall, grabbing you by your neck and squeezing hard enough for there to be a bit of a struggle. “I gave you direct orders, no room for interpretation. So why the fuck couldn’t you just listen?“he asks, squeezing harder. You feel yourself slowly drifting out of consciousness, but Tyler notices and releases you. You cough a bit, but Tyler is quick to grab you by your face and push his lips onto yours, kissing forcefully. He grabs one of your thighs and you get the hint, jumping with your legs around his waist. The kissing continues all the way up the stairs, until he reaches the bed and drops you on it. He looks at you in the eyes as he slides off his belt, before wrapping it around your wrists and attaching it to the bed post. He pulls off your shirt, and then unclasps your bra, sliding them up as far as he could due to the restraints. You pull on them just to test it, but it doesn’t budge. He slides off your skirt and underwear, positioning himself down between your legs. He doesn’t give you any warning before plunging his fingers into you, your back immediately arching off the bed. “Just making sure you’re nice and wet..” he says, taking off his own clothes. He grabs your hips and slowly eases himself into you, his thrusts slow and steady. It wasn’t what you expected, or wanted either. “I thought you wanted to "destroy me” so why are you being so boring?“ You ask. He stops moving and slides out, standing up and walking to your dresser. He pulls out a leather paddle, and grabs your hips, flipping you so you’re on your hands and knees in front of him. "You really don’t know how to keep your mouth shut, do you? Or maybe you just want this. Is that right, you little slut?” He asks, using all his force on the first hit to your backside. You let out a yelp, not expecting how hard he would’ve started. “Tell me you want it” he says. You bite your lip and stay quiet. “I said” he starts, hitting you again. “Tell me you want it” he finishes. “I want it..” you mumble into the bed sheets. He hits you about eight more times with all his might, before positioning​ himself behind you. He slides back in, this time, going much faster and harder. Right now, you were practically his rag doll. His fuck toy for the night. He has one hand on your back and one hand on your hip, his thrusts becoming ruthless. You try and pull your hand out to rub your clit, but the restraints prevent you from doing so. Tyler moves his hand around your waist and finds his way to your clit, as if he read your mind. "I can feel how tight you are. Wait for me” he says. You moan and groan, trying to contain yourself. You feel his thrusts becoming sloppier and then it’s followed by vulgar sounds and you feel him spill inside you, you finally letting go and releasing. You feel Tyler undo the belt and you rub your wrists, laying down on your back. Tyler lays down beside you and grabs your wrists, kissing them gently. “Are you okay?” He asks. “Of course. Better than okay” you say, smiling at him.

anonymous asked:

The UT/US/UF skelebros at their first human fair! Complete with funnel cakes, deep-fried everything, Ring Tosses, shooting games, pony rides, face-painting, trinket-selling booths and make-you-puke roller coasters! Bonus points: Who drags their SO to the Tunnel of Love? Who doesn't even fully grasp what that ride is for?

UT!Sans:

Sans enjoys the gentler rides–the kind that can lull you to sleep.  The swings that lift into the air, the swinging pirate ship, anything where he can just sit back and relax.  There’s a ride (Spaceship 3000?  Gravitron 3000?  Apparently, putting 3000 after something makes it futuristic) where you stand against a wall and it spins super fast, flattening you against the wall to the point where your feet can leave the floor.  Well, that’s his favorite because he can show off.  He gets into various poses, all the while keeping his eyes closed and pretending(??) to doze.  

He’s not much for sweets, but he devours the hot dogs after smothering them with ketchup and at least tries a bite of your funnel cake and deep-fried oreos.

When it comes to the games, he’s got skills.  In fact, he’s too good.  The games are supposed to be rigged, but he’s winning every one of them.  You get whatever toy/plush you have your eye on and the satisfaction of watching the carnies try to figure out how to call him out for cheating without outing themselves for rigging the games.

You’re the one that drags Sans to the Tunnel of Love.  He’s full of hot dogs and tired from walking around/standing in lines all day, so the gentle rocking of the boat lulls him to sleep.  Opportunity missed!

UT!Papyrus:

WOWIE, THIS IS EXCITING!  LOOK AT ALL OF THOSE LIGHTS AND ALL OF THOSE PEOPLE!

Papyrus talks to everyone.  Everyone.  He can’t contain his excitement and anyone standing in the general vicinity of him while in line is going to hear all about it.  He asks you questions about everything, too, and you’re definitely riding everything.  Everything.  He makes the mistake of scarfing down an entire funnel cake because it’s “HUMAN TRADITION” and then riding something that slung the two of you around and went upside-down.

Yeah.. he totally threw up all over the place.  Funnel cake bits rain down on the people waiting in line.  Both of you are beyond mortified.  He “NYOO HOO HOO"s in a public restroom for half an hour straight afterward.  You finally get him to calm down by marching in and literally dragging him back into the fair.  You turn the games into a competition, and well, “THE GREAT PAPYRUS NEVER BACKS DOWN FROM FRIENDLY COMPETITION!  YOU’RE ON!  JUST DO NOT CRY WHEN YOU’RE CRUSHED! .. IN A FRIENDLY WAY, OF COURSE!  BECAUSE I’D NEVER.. CRUSH.. YOU.”  He’s babbling.  The two of you play every game and you somehow beat him.  Oh, he’s letting you win.  Now he’s blushing and shouting about how skilled you are.

You have to drag him to the Tunnel of Love because he’s SO DONE with rides.  But he actually enjoys it, and while he doesn’t really understand the purpose of the ride, he does admit that it has a “ROMANTIC AMBIANCE BEFITTING THE CAGE OF PASSION” that you’re in with him.  His arm goes around you, and the two of you cuddle while he nuzzles you temple with his teeth and blushes.  What a sweetheart.

US!Sans:

He’s just as excited about everything as UT!Paps, but he doesn’t talk to anyone else but you about it (and his brother if Stretch happens to be around).  His hand is constantly in yours, and he wants to ride everything.  You take him on a ride that goes way up high, then drops the platform quickly, and he’s so scared that his bones are rattling.  However, he’s not about to let you see him as a scared little babybones, so he goes through with it.  This ignites some sort of daredevil adrenaline-junky side of him, and he wants to go on it again and again.. all of the roller coasters, too.  

He eats giant pretzels and deep-fried oreos and twinkies.  Now he’s hyped up on sugar and is pretty much uncontrollable.  You can’t keep up.  You’re starting to feel sick.  You end up sitting on a bench and watching him ride a few rides while you wait for your stomach to settle.

Blueberry realizes you’re not feeling well and moves on to games.  He pours his energy into them, but doesn’t realize that most are rigged.  He ends up getting teary-eyed when he fails, and he’s super-dramatic about it.  You try winning him something, but all you get is a consolation prize–a small, colorful stuffed snake.  It doesn’t cheer him up; he wanted to win YOU something.

He suggests the Tunnel of Love when the two of you come to it, but he’s blushing a bright blue and twiddling his fingers together when he asks.  Once inside, he keeps scooting closer until he’s cuddled into your side, and he admits, “I’VE HAD A REALLY GOOD TIME TODAY.. WITH YOU.”  He’s so adorable that you shower his skull with kisses, and he ends up in your lap for the rest of the ride.  

US!Papyrus:

He rides everything you want to ride and doesn’t show the slightest inclination of being scared or phased by anything.  No, instead he’s watching YOUR reactions, trying to see what excites and/or scares you.  His lazy grin is the same, and whenever you shriek, he chuckles.  If you look unsure about the ride, he’ll tease you.  

Papyrus is all about the nachos, the funnel cakes, and the candied apples.  You already know he has a sweet tooth, and after he finishes the candied apple, he spends the rest of the afternoon twirling the stick between his teeth.  You suppose that’s because he can’t smoke on the fairgrounds.  

He watches you play the games instead of playing them yourself.. and holy crap, you’re good!  You’re hitting every target, you’re popping every balloon, you’re nailing every hoop..!  
You’re excited, and Stretch is grinning.  Oh.  Right.  He’s cheating with his magic.  
Welp, you’re not even mad.  You got all the stuffed animals you wanted.

The Tunnel of Love gets blown off.  Instead, Stretch takes you to the ferris wheel, right after the sun sets and the lights are bright.  At the very top, he pulls that cliché line “you’re beautiful” when you claim the view’s beautiful.. and yeah, you fall for it because he’s wearing the cheesiest grin you’ve ever seen on him.  The multi-hued lights are washing over his skull in a way that makes the moment feel so surreal, and when you kiss him, you feel like your heart’s going to burst out of your chest.  

You had a nice time.

UF!Sans:

When it comes to the rides, Red is all about the roller coasters and anything that goes upside-down.  He wants to see you scared, and he wants his adrenaline to be pumping at the same time.  He eats hot dogs and giant pretzels and covers both with mustard, and he’ll try a couple of bites of the deep-fried food you pick out.  When he goes back to the rides, he starts to feel queasy, so now it’s on to the games.

He blatantly cheats at all the games.  He doesn’t even hide the fact that he’s using magic.  The carnies try to call him on it, but he just smirks and suddenly the dart he was about to magically impale over and over again into ALL of the balloons hits the space right beside the carnie’s cheek.  They’re terrified.  Red gets whatever prize you pick out, and if you get annoyed by the fact that he’s scaring the carnies, then he’ll just pick out several.  He’s unapologetic.

Ultimately, he gets banned from the games.  But, oh hey, is that a mechanical bull?!  He’s only seen them on TV and wants to try it, so you both make some silly bet to see who can last the longest.  Red enjoys the sight of you riding the bull way more than he should, and you feel yourself get righted when you know you should have fell, but it’s still a ton of fun!  He beats you, of course, by cheating.  The show-off even rides it standing up by the end of it, and when he jumps off, it’s by choice.  Well, now you have to do whatever it is that he wanted for the bet.  But that’ll come later.  

(*Seriously, though, you guys should send me imagines for what the S/O has to do for the bet!)

He doesn’t do the Tunnel of Love and rolls his eyelights when you suggest it.  Instead, he drags you through a haunted house in hopes that you’ll get scared and cling to him.  He takes advantage of every jump scare to cope a feel in the dark or lick your neck.  Huh.  You didn’t think it was possible to feel turned on and scared at the same time, but hey, it is.

UF!Papyrus:

Edge hates crowds, and now you bring him here.  Waiting in lines suck, and he lets you know it.  He dictates which rides you go on, and should you accuse him of being scared of the faster rides that go upside-down, he’ll cross his arms and declare “THE TERRIBLE PAPYRUS DOES NOT FALTER IN THE FACE OF SUCH CHILDISH RIDES!” and take it as a personal challenge.  Oh yeah, he’s riding all of them.  He’s actually scared and locks up, giving the bar/harness/whatever a death-grip, and screaming through his closed mouth the entire time.  You can show him Mercy and suggest food, or you can keep going until he finally snaps that “THIS IS STUPID!” and stomps off toward the food anyway.

Nothing is up to his tastes.  He samples from whatever you get, but ultimately, he’s just not into cheap (yet still overpriced) food like this.  He compares you to Sans, and then you move on to games.  Even though they’re rigged, he’s still excellent at them–even without magic!  Nope, the Terrible Papyrus doesn’t cheat.  When it comes to accuracy, he’s got serious skills, and he’s intelligent enough to figure out how to account for the way the carnies have rigged the games.  While he does lose a few times, he still gets you whatever you want, and he won’t be satisfied until you’ve thanked him over and over.  

From the name, he can deduce what the Tunnel of Love is for, and he avoids it like the plague until you actually suggest it.  His face turns red.  "WELL, I SUPPOSE IF YOU’RE THAT DESPERATE TO RIDE IT WITH ME..“  He begrudgingly agrees, and he blushes the entire time.  The ride is cheesy–so cheesy!  Are you riding in a swan boat?!– but it’s dark and you’re both sitting close together.  You’re going to have to make the first move here; he’s not one for PDA.  But hey, if you go for it, you get a rather long kiss as a reward.

Bonus– Gaster!Sans:

G!Sans prefers the relaxing rides, too, but hey, he’s happy to watch you go on the roller coasters if you want.  He wants to see you having fun, and he’s likely to tease you if any of the rides intimidate you.  Likely, you can pull him onto a faster ride or two, but he’s mostly content on the swings that suspend in the air.  He can smoke up there without anyone telling him to put it out.  

He eats hot dogs and funnel cakes, and even decides to feed you some funnel cake just to see if he can make you blush.  If you let him, you’re bound to get powdered sugar on your cheek, and he’s going to wipe that off with his thumb and then lick it off.  He enjoys trying to make you as flustered as possible.

Like Edgy, he wins whatever games he plays without resorting to magic.  He prefers to watch you play the games, however, so he can alternate between giving you tips and poking fun at you when you lose.  He’s not afraid of PDA, so you spend the entire time walking around, hand-in-hand with him, and he seems relaxed.

He’s down for the Tunnel of Love.  In fact, he’s the one that suggests it.  He cracks jokes about the cheesiness of it all, though has his arm around you as soon as the two of you sit down.  G!Sans will guide your head to his shoulder and toy with your hair during the ride, and as much as he makes fun of the experience, he seems to really enjoy it.  The only way to stop his jokes is to kiss him, however, and you’re definitely up for that.

look, homestuck had its shortcomings when it came to wlw romance and some of the female cast but like

terezi’s story was like…. every bit as much about compulsory heterosexuality as dave’s was lmao. i doubt hussie intended it, but you don’t really have to read that deep into the text to see it

i mean you can read homestuck in whatever way you want but vriska and terezi’s story and their relationship carried through the entire comic. if homestuck was a love story, it would be theirs.

and not everyone is gonna actually LIKE vriska and terezi, because they’re fucking awful and the ending to their arc was incredibly and frustratingly ambiguous

but i think – as gay characters – i find them to be very satisfying

170610 - I Want the D.O

Today’s bias is D.O!

And he just got his computer fixed from last time.

Originally posted by slayingthegifs

But he realizes he was wrong for spending so much time away from you.

Originally posted by smileysoo

So today he’s prepared to spend the entire day with you doing whatever you want, no questions asked.

Originally posted by tamixmix

You: “…No questions?”

D.O: “…No questions.”

Originally posted by kyunseu

You: “Maybe we can just talk for a while…”

D.O: “Yeah?”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

You: “Maybe have a nice dinner…”

D.O: “Go on.”

Originally posted by bezimiennytoshima

You: “Followed by dessert…”

D.O: “Okay…!”

Originally posted by helplessadmirer

You: “Then I want the D.”

D.O: “…O.”

Originally posted by krismatickaisoo

You: “You said no questions.”

D.O: “…I did.”

Originally posted by amaxing-yixing

D.O: “Your wish is my command…”

Originally posted by kyunseu

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Originally posted by daenso

D.O: “…Did that satisfy?”

Originally posted by vixionz

Kai: “…W-what?  (Why are you looking at me?!)”

Originally posted by hystereksekai

well guys it’s been cool but i am finally tired of this blog and the harassment i’ve received for the past two years. i should probably elaborate. this blog has never really been my space. it’s what other people wanted, and i can’t do that anymore. it’s tiring reblogging personal posts, getting hate telling me that they came for astrology, not personal shit. and then when i ask for post requests or ideas i get like five messages on my current opinion on donald trump or capitalism or nuclear proliferation. yeah i can block rude people but the entire theme of this blog has generally been about satisfying other people and im so tired. y’all are probably going to think i’m overly sensitive but i’ve put up with this shit way longer than i should have, and i don’t want to use this blog anymore. i’ll probably archive some shit. mutuals message me for snapchat/kik whatever if you wanna stay in contact. i’ll come back to this blog every once in awhile and i don’t really know what else to say, except bye for now :-) 

roy-mustbangbang  asked:

Royaiii and 27!

Royai - “I’m Pregnant”

“Before you kill me,” Riza says grimly, gingerly wiping her bleeding lip.  “Please just let me tell the Colonel something.  One last thing…please.”

Roy stiffens from where he is also bound to a chair, just across from Riza.  The slimy-looking man who had captured them makes a show of lightly stroking his chin in thought before saying, “you have one sentence.”

Roy feels a coil of apprehension settle in his gut.  His team was supposed to have been here by now, this entire mission was supposed to have been in their control.  But right now, he and Riza sit in this musty warehouse, bleeding, bruised, and seemingly about to die.

He lifts his gaze to meet Riza’s, and finds comfort in her warm brown eyes.  She gives him a look, one that he knows means trust me, before opening her mouth.

And nothing could’ve ever prepared him for what came out of her mouth next.

“I’m pregnant.”

Roy feels his jaw slacken, his eyes widen, and his entire posture slump.  That didn’t make any sense…his pain-glazed mind thinks hard for a moment before it clicks.

Just then, just under the satisfied and repulsive laughter of their captor, who is saying something about the irony of that sentence, or whatever, Roy can hear the faint sound of metal scratching within the lock.

Seconds later, the rest of his team bursts in, Havoc quickly using the butt of his gun to knock out the men as he approaches the leader, who he tells to step away from his superior officers, and put down his knife.

Within seconds, Fuery has untied Riza, who quickly comes over to him to untie his own ropes.

“Are you okay, Colonel?” She asks.

“Fine,” He replies.  “But what you said, Lieutenant?”

“The code-word, for when the guards were closest to the door.”

Roy can’t help the smile that’s spreading on his face.

“Havoc was outside for the past little bit, then?”

She nods in confirmation.

“But why that?” He gently grasps her wrist as she finishes undoing the knot, keeping her in front of him.

“Because it needed to be something noticeable from everything else, something that is entirely unexpected…”

“Not ‘I love you,’?” Roy whispers.

He watches as a quick shadow of embarrassment crosses her face before she meets his gaze.

“Havoc think that’s too reasonable,” she laughs quietly.  “He said we’re too obvious, that that would be expected.”

Oh.

Roy smiles softly and squeezes her hands.  Riza looks back to him and shoots back a quiet quirk of her own lips.

“Well, I’m glad you’re alright, Lieutenant,” he says, bending forwards to press a brief kiss to the corner of her lips, where a quick flick of a knife had caught her just slightly hours before.

“You too, Colonel.”

Too obvious, huh, Roy thinks as he watches Riza cross to where Havoc stands.

As much as he hates to admit it, but maybe the chain-smoking Lieutenant had a good point.

anonymous asked:

Hi, i see it your color palette meme and read the tutorial that you made, but I'm still kind of confuse. Can you do a tutorial to how to change the color? Like red to blue or green, purple ecc. I'll very grateful.

Of course, anon! I guess I’ll just show you how I colored a couple of different scenes. One is simpler and the other is a bit more complex, so I hope this tutorial covers everything!

These are the scenes I’m gonna be working with:

and these are the results:

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Daiya no Ace Act II Chapter 68: Who?

*SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*

Yup, that’s me, squealing loud enough to be heard across the world.

My favorite boys are KILLING it in the chapter. It’s like Terajima-sensei read my mind and grant my wish.

So lemme fangirl first with so many great moments. It’s gonna be image and spoiler heavy. Skip it if you don’t want to be spoiled.

Sawamura-Miyuki battery being completely bold and in sync.

Eijun being awesome (feat. wary and confused Hakuryuu).

Mochi taking names and kicking ass, or borrowing Eijun’s words, cheetahing.

Haruichi being reliable (and being bashful).

Kouhais being adorable and senpais being proud of their kouhais.

Little brother being proud of his older brother (feat. adorably confused first years).

Let’s replay the most precious moment in the entire Daiya.

My god, I’ve got cavities. It feels like ages I’ve seen these two so adorable with each other. I hope it’s not an one off thing. It’s first years again. Eijun-kun and Haruichi. Well, back then it’s Eijun-kun and Harucchi though. Well, one can hope.

Okay, now that’s out of my system. *snaps into analyzing mode*

Hakuryuu is completely thrown off and has no idea how to deal with Eijun. He’s unlike any other pitchers they’ve encountered, and he’s nothing like Furuya, whom they likely have prepared for. I won’t be surprised if Seidou manages to score first by the next chapter and pushes for more. Kataoka would have liked to press the advantage while they have the momentum by their side. Hakuryuu is still a Koshien veteran, they won’t be put off for long.

Eijun is starting to get recognized. The chapter is aptly named. Who? Who is that pitcher? I’m so damned proud when Hakuryuu’s coach acknowledges Eijun’s ability to cleanly pitch cleanly to the corners of the zone and to remain calm in the middle of crisis. He is slowly shedding the title of relief pitcher and stepping into the role of an ace. Urgh, watching Eijun’s growing into the player he has become never feels so satisfying. I’ve got the feeling that he’s gonna make us proud for the entire match, come whatever challenges they throw at him.

Mochi. Oh Mochi. It’s not only Eijun who has grown as a player, Kuramochi too. I don’t remember Kuramochi being so calculating during his at bat. But I do remember Kuramochi rarely hits the first pitch and gets to the second base without stealing. But damn, even Hakuryuu is impressed by his speed, how fast is he compared to Hakuryuu’s best? And Eijun’s pride in his senpai is so obvious. Eijun really adores Mochi whether he admits it or not. I don’t think he’ll go as far as to appeal for the others like he does with Mochi. Now I can imagine Eijun’s crying messy tears first when Kuramochi moves out from Room 5, then lastly when he graduates, crashing his senpai’s dorm room in-between (especially if Mochi ends up rooming with Miyuki). Okay, that’s too far off, let’s think far more happy thoughts.

Haruichi! Bashful Haruichi’s back! He’s blushing as he high-fives Eijun and still blushing as Kuramochi (likely) praises him on the way to the dug out. He’s really becoming a reliable second baseman like his brother, probably more. He keeps covering for the pitchers’ back consistently, before it was Furuya, now it’s Eijun. I’m pretty sure he’s still the front runner as the future captain between his yearmates.

Kataoka’s reasoning for the batting lineup is explained better here. I’ve initially thought it was similar with the old lineup with the former third years as Ryousuke has been second batter. However, back then Ryousuke was positioned more to move Kuramochi forward and connect to the cleanup. It was still an offensive strategy, but not aiming to get a run before the fourth batter, which now is made possible with the combination of Kuramochi’s better batting skills and high speed; and Haruichi’s excellent batting. Being young and unafraid to try new things are what sets Kataoka apart from other coaches, who are mostly older and more experienced. It is very much like something he’ll pull off.

I’m so looking forward to the next chapter :D

Lost Boy (Chapter 2)

Hey Everyone! If you need to catch up, check out Chapter One HERE

We get a little more into Tonys drug use and the reasons behind it in this chapter, so if that’s a trigger, please be so careful! I would hate to upset anyone!

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The first time Tony met him inside the library at his usual table, Steve looked him over quickly, checking his eyes and his hands for any trembling or dilation, before finally smiling and sitting down. 
Tony just rolled those dark eyes and pulled an equally thick textbook from the shelves and slouched in a seat to read. “Am I going to have to do a pee test before you let me sit with you each time?”

“Are you planning on sitting with me often?” Steve asked, reaching for his glasses and glancing up in time to see Tony’s smirk.

“Oh as often as I can, lawyer man. Not gonna get tired of those baby blues anytime soon.”

Steve smiled and shook his head, trying to concentrate on his reading.

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2017, Season 4, and Series Ends

Hey Friends,

Does everyone have a minute? I wanted to share a couple of things about the future of Wolf 359 and what we’re going to be doing this year. And, as is so often the case with these sorts of things, it comes in the form of Good News and Bad News.

First, the Farnsworth bit: good news, everyone! Wolf 359 will be back this year, and we will be doing a full season. Hooray! Season Four will begin on June 12th, and it’ll be fifteen…ish full episodes. I know that’s a longer gap between seasons than we’ve had before, but we want to spend a bit longer on the writing and the production of these upcoming episodes. And - more good news! - that also means we won’t be taking a mid-season hiatus this year. Once new episodes begin, we’ll run, uninterrupted, every two weeks until the final episode on December 25th.

Which leads us to the bad news, and that is that… well, there’s no easy way to say it, so let’s just get it out: Wolf 359 is coming to its end. This upcoming season’s final episode will also be our series finale.

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Faking It (Part Twelve)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: idk I think a couple of curse words

Series Summary: When a young billionaire who’s a former friend of yours becomes the target for the Avengers, you’re sent on an undercover mission. The mission should be easy; one week on the Upper East Side with Bucky as your “boyfriend.” The only problem? The two of you can’t stand each other.

Note: Whoa! Look what’s finally here! I’m not sure if this is actually worth the wait, but I finally figure out what I wanted in this part so I had to run with it. I ran. I have run. Here it is. 

Originally posted by stanxstan

Bucky’s lips are soft, more so than you would’ve imagined. They move against yours hungrily, urging you to kiss him back. Your mouth begins to move with his as the initial shock wears off and instinct takes over. He has one hand cradling your head while the other grips your waist, pulling you as close as possible to him. His movements send your head spinning. 

You want to pull away, but you can’t. You’re not sure if it’s the knowledge that doing so will only confirm Angelica’s suspicions or because as much as you don’t want to admit it, it feels good. Your arms wind around his neck as he slips his tongue into your mouth and tilts his head, deepening the kiss. It’s him that eventually pulls away even though you’ve been in need of air for a while. Bucky’s kiss leaves you breathless and desperate for more in a way you never thought a kiss, especially a kiss from Bucky Barnes ever could. It scares the shit out of you.

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the taste of tears

Summary: Oliver comes to Felicity a few days after the Undertaking.

Pairing: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak

Word Count: 5979

Rating: M

Notes: My third entry for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon. Basically, this is an angst fest with a lot of smut. It’s my first time writing smut for the pairing so please be gentle with me. I am considering making this into a multi-chapter fic so any reblogs/comments (especially on ao3) will help me gauge the interest.

Tagging: @thebookjumper @olicityhiatusficathon (let me know if you want to be tagged in my fics)

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Happy Birthday - Jaebum

Originally posted by mistakeoftheconstellation

Jaebum // Mark // Jinyoung // Jackson // Youngjae // Bambam // Yugyeom

Happy Birthday Series- Jaebum Edition

How each member would celebrate your birthday

Masterlist


You woke to a pair of arms snaking themselves around your waist, pulling you into a light embrace beneath the bed sheets. The room was flooded with daylight and it took some time for your eyes to adjust, but when they did they met his. Jaebum’s lips met your forehead for a gentle kiss, ‘Happy Birthday.’ He whispered against you, chuckling as your features scrunched up.

‘What time is it?’ You croaked, trying to rub the remaining sleep from your eyes.

‘Nearly twelve, I thought I’d let you sleep in today.’

His hands ran up and down your back, tracing little patterns on the exposed skin. He loved how you’d giggle if he got too close to sensitive spots and he found himself doing it on purpose for his own enjoyment. ‘Coffee? I went and got breakfast from that place down the street- oh, and you’ve got mail birthday girl.’

You hummed in response, leaning up to rest against the pillows behind you. You’d never been the biggest fan of birthdays, you hated how time seemed to slip away with every one that passed. But you’d spent three of them with Jaebum, and he always found a way to make them memorable, and somewhat bearable.

‘Stop scowling, you’ll get more wrinkles.’ He laughed whilst handing you a close-to-overflowing mug, he knew what you were thinking without even having to hear your complaints about your age.

‘You’re still quite funny for such an old man.’ You tutted, pretending to be offended by his jibes. He just laughed harder at that, making the headboard vibrate as he did. His arm slid around you again to pull you into his side, squeezing you as a silent apology.

‘What do you want to do today? It’s your day, we can do whatever, plus you get the OAP discount now so money’s no object baby.’

He did his best to duck your hand but it still caught his forehead with a satisfying slap. He was lucky your hands were juggling a mug and the morning post or he would’ve been shoved off the bed entirely. ‘Nothing like bills on your birthday,’ you sighed, beginning to open the pile envelopes in your lap. There were sweet cards dotted between the more unsavoury demands for money, most from family wishing you a happy birthday with cringe-worthy notes and jokes. The month’s water bill caused Jaebum to suck in a breath and you to choke on your coffee, ‘we’ve got to stop doing it in the shower.’ he whispered whilst taking the paper out of your hands to stare at it closer as if the numbers would change if he looked long enough.

He was still gawping at it as you picked up the final envelope, you could practically hear the inside asking for money. Printed above your name was the sender’s address,

Seoul Ticket Office

‘Did we drunk-order wrestling tickets again? You said with a groan as you tore it open, it wouldn’t be the first time you’d have to beg the company for a refund. ‘We didn’t even drink that much last weekend I would’ve remembered-’

It wasn’t wrestling tickets.

Two slips of card floated onto the bed, landing face up amongst the duvet creases. If you hadn’t been so preoccupied reading the front of them you would’ve seen Jaebum smiling down at you as he waited for the realisation to strike.

‘These are BIGBANG tickets,’ was all you managed to get out before you sprung around to face him and shoved them into his face, your chest was moving so quickly you could barely form words ‘-real actual concert tickets!’

‘Happy Birthday?’ he shrugged, letting you come to the conclusion yourself, which didn’t take long. With a squeal you jumped onto him, wrapping your arms around him in a death grip yelling thank you’s into his ear so loud he winced with pain. He plucked the tickets from your fingers and tucked them into the pocket of his trousers once he’d managed to wriggle out of your grasp. Then he caught your hand, his thumb rubbing your knuckles as your breathing returned to a normal pace.

You wanted to hug him again but instead said, ‘I can’t believe it, thank you so much,’ your voice cracking with happiness.

Jaebum squeezed your hand tight, lowering his lips to your ears, ‘you deserve it,’ he murmured, kissing you again before adding ‘just remember I like my eggs scrambled.’

You laughed again, something you did a lot when you were together. You read the tickets again, gazed fixed on them. They weren’t for another month or so, but that didn’t stop the excitement bubbling in you. You were amazed he’d managed to keep it a secret from you, but none the less grateful. ‘Seriously thank-’

‘Save the thank’s until after breakfast,’ he laughed. A paper bag rustled as it was lifted onto the bed, then a sugary scented steam bathed your face. Jaebum was holding a familiar take out bag in front of you.

‘Muffins?’

‘Of course. I thought you’d like something disgustingly unhealthy today.’ He grinned, lifting them out the bag. With the sun shining through the open window and the view over the city, it was better than the fanciest of breakfasts in the most expensive restaurant. ‘Now for the first, and possibly most important question of your new year of life, blueberry or chocolate chip?’

‘I didn’t think you could get chocolate chip before twelve.’ you gasped, grabbing it from his hands with a grin.

‘It’s your birthday, of course you can.’


Who shold be next? ^.^

character deaths ranked

best tier: the unlikable asshole character who was created only to be a satisfying victim, disposable minions/helpers of the antagonist

good tier: the antagonist

whatever tier: background characters nobody cares about, the protagonists friends

bad tier: the One (1) marginalized character in the entire thing, the protagonist, that one non-important character who u knew was gonna die but u got attached to anyway, the really annoying character who turned out to be a decent person 

hell tier: animals, small children

Some more stuff about the Trainer Jack au  

First of all, his schooling:

  • Jack has always loved sports and FitnessTM so it’s not a big surprise when he begins to express interest in human kinetics/kinesiology or whatever when he’s at Samwell
     (Is that a degree there? I don’t care, it is now)
  •  As early as his first year at Samwell he’s not really sure if he wants to go back to playing professionally or not. He loves hockey more than anything and all, but he thinks he could be satisfied with playing for the sake of playing rather than playing as his entire career and also life
  • Even still, he becomes more and more interested in what physiotherapists and trainers are doing as time goes on and decides that life might be more for him. He would still be involved in sports, just from a totally different angle
  • So, he ends up changing around his program to fit in a bunch of Sports related courses (he still takes history and photography as electives) and ends up with a degree in Kinesiology to start off
  • He continues on going to school for physical therapy or whatever it is trainers have as an educational background. that’s what im gathering from the minimal research im willing to do at this point

Moving on to after he gets his degree:

  • He works in a clinic in Canada for a little while, but he does have dreams of going on to work for an NHL team. Hey, it might not be the NHL career he expected, but he thinks it would be a cool, intense environment to work on even if he’s not playing.
  • He winds up back at Samwell when a position opens up at their health centre and he’s working with athletes, including their hockey boys of course
  • Eventually he gets a chance to work with the Falcs after their main trainer decides he wants to relocate to Sweden.
  • Snowy doesn’t like Jack at first, but it’s mostly because he had a huge crush on the guy Jack’s replacing. He gives him hell, but he does go to Jack.
  • Tater gives Jack a fair chance, though, and it quickly spreads through the Falcs that Jack is actually pretty great at his job. He’s a little stiff to talk to, particularly at first, but he knows his shit and he’s efficient as fuck

And then we have… Bitty:

  •  Bitty, meanwhile, ends up drafted at 18 to an NHL team after his own time in the Q. A few years later, he gets traded onto the Falcs. Idk what the real process is but im assuming he’d familiarize himself with trainers and whatnot pretty early on
  • So Bitty ends up a client of Jack’s by default, going in for some assessments not long after his relocation to Providence
  •  He gets one look at his new trainer and he is like “Fuck”
  • Jack L Z is a beautiful, blue-eyed specimen who has this no-nonsense look but doesn’t even bat an eye when Snowy barges in during Bitty’s consultation and says “Jack holy fuck my knee is killing me you gotta do something about this shit man”
  • Jack just looks at Bitty with an unimpressed expression and rolls his eyes, asking for a moment
  • Bitty would give him a moment and then some like damn he could have 100 moments if he wanted em
  • For real, Bitty is a good sport and he’s always patient with the trainers and if it means he spends a little more time near Jack he’s okay with that.
  • Jack has a habit of saying “you don’t like that much, huh?” when he’s feeling out for strains or tension in muscles
    EX. Bitty ends up twisting his wrist a little funny and isn’t sure if it’s sprained. He goes to Jack, who takes his hand in his nice, long fingers and starts to feel around the bones. When Bitty makes a weird face he says “that hurts, yeah? You don’t like it when I do that, do you?” 
  • Bitty is like “Well no but you can keep holding my hand if you like, that part is fine” except not really lmao.
  • This habit kills Bitty because its so……….. it’s too easy to imagine Jack asking if he “likes it when he does that” instead of asking if he doesn’t like it, okay??
  • Slowly, it becomes apparent Bitty is in the trainer’s room a little more often than the rest of them, but he claims he just wants to make sure he’s keeping up his health and preventing any wearing on his body and whatnot
  • The other guys see right through him, tho, because he’s exactly like fucking Snowy was before Jack was hired on. Snowy is bitter af and Bitty is confused when they start calling him “little snow” which ends up becoming “snowbits” then “icicle” for some strange reason and Jack questions him about all the new nicknames but Bitty has no answer for him
  • Bitty chats Jack up all the time due to his being a cute, sweet, southern, social butterfly and all. He eventually figures out Jack used to play in college and after almost a year of working together Jack lets it slip that he plays in a local gay hockey league on weekends and Bitty nearly melts in a puddle because he just talked to Georgia about coming out to the team the other day and now he has a potentially queer trainer??!!?!
  • He finds a way to subtly bring it up to Jack like “oh you’re still playing hockey yeah where is that maybe I’m not around enough hockey myself and should go check you out haha wait not like that (or maybe like that youll never know hahah).” And Jack reveals a few more details about where he plays and, after another little bit of trying to distract Bitty with other topics, gives him an invitation to come watch. Which Bitty does the next chance he can
  • Jack’s still pretty fucking good at hockey and Bitty nearly dies once again watching him play and wondering what it would be like to play with Jack and he realizes he must orchestrate this somehow.
  • Also, maybe he should orchestrate a dinner date while he’s at it
  •  And so Bitty does. He comes out to his team, then asks Jack if he would want to go skating on the local outdoor rink sometime, and maybe grab lunch while they’re at it
  • Jack agrees and soon enough they’ve been on their first, third, and fifth date
  • The rest of the team mainly end up congratulating Bitty on doing what Snowy did not accomplish, which, Snowy is happy for Bitty but Still Bitter about
  • Jack and Bitty end up going steady so Bitty is just over the moon with alla that
  • Eventually their former trainer also returns from Sweden and he ends up working at a local clinic. Snowy is weak and says fuck Jack to see his old trainer, who he promptly asks out on a date as well.
  • The former Falcs trainer is like “whoa this is extremely sudden but I kinda thought you’d liked me all those years ago… I almost didn’t go to Sweden but you never said anything so I followed my dreams and now im back and yeah ill go out with you”
  • So everyone is happy and gay
  • Like for real somewhere in this universe Shitty is pantless, Lardo is painting, Ransom and Holster are being in Bro Love, Nursey and Dex aren’t at each others throats, Chowder is happily existing etc and everyone is having a grand old time

Anyway all of this happened because I went to see a physiotherapist for my wrist and overheard her talking to one of the basketball players and thought of the fact that hockey players would have to do similar things bc sports and bodies

Thank you for your time