oh you surprised me


4x23 II 8x16

Dead cold hands.

anonymous asked:

It's June 15th!!! Happy Birthday Stanley and Stanford Pines!!!

Happy Birthday to these soft boys <3

BTS reaction: their s/o asking them to choke them or tie them up during sex.

Anon requested: 

Hello! If you have time, can you do “BTS react to their s/o asking them to choke them or to tie them up during sex”? Thanks!!

A/N - NSFW!! (obviously). Also, I need some holy water after writing this. 


Originally posted by fawnave

You were sitting on Jin’s bed almost fully naked, as he was taking his own clothes off, when you decided to ask him the question that you’ve wanted to ask him for a really long time.

“Daddy?” You asked while watching him take off his T-shirt.

“Yes princess?” He asked, pausing. 

“I know we’ve never done this before but, can you tie me up tonight?” 

Jin didn’t know how to react at first.

“Are you sure you want that princess?” He asked with a kind of concerned look on his face.

You nodded and his concerned expression was replaced with a smirk as he took off the rest of his clothes.

“Your wish is my command!”


Originally posted by scartic

The two of you were about to reach your climaxes as Yoongi was thrusting into you from behind when you half-shouted:


Suga smirked at that getting even more turned on. He gripped your chin with his hand and made you look at him. 

“What did you just say? Can you please repeat that princess? What do you want me to do to you?”

“Omg I’m so close!” you moaned before repeating your request. “I WANT YOU TO C-C-CHOKE ME! P-PLEASE!” 

Yoongi let out a low chuckle before wrapping his hands around your neck and sqeezing, not too hard, but just enough to satisfy you.


Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Hobi’s head was between your legs as he was eating you out - his tongue sliding up and down your slit while his thumb was massaging your clit. You were moaning his name out in pleasure, but you wanted something more. 

“H-Hobi?” You managed to whisper in between moans.

“Yes love?” He asked and pulled away so he can look at you, his lips covered in your juices.

“C-can you please…tie me up?” You asked shyly.

Hoseok smirked at your request and looked at you. 

“I would love to do that,” he said with a devilish look on his face. “But only if you ask properly.”

“Pease Daddy! Please, tie me up to the bed and fuck me senseless!” 

“With pleasure.” he said before leaning in and kissing you, a little too roughly. 


Originally posted by forever-young-got7

You were riding Namjoon, raising and lowering your hips and slowly increasing your pace. That’s when out of nowhere you moaned out:

“C-choke me!”

Namjoon smirked and raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“What was that?”

“CHOKE ME!”, you repeated louder this time. 

“Am I going crazy? Or did my pretty little slut just asked her Daddy to choke her?”


“As you wish…” He smiled and started choking you, just hard enough for your eyes to start filling up with tears. 


Originally posted by btsneeds

When Jimin walked in and saw you laying on his bed, wearing nothing but one of his ties he immediately attacked your lips with his pressing you to the bed. He pulled away just so he can pull of his shirt and unbuckle his belt. 

“What’s the tie for?” Jimin asked, looking at you.

“Well, I actually wanted you to tie me up with it…” You answered quietly. 

“Ah!” He said smirking, “I knew it had a purpose!”  

The two of you chuckled and he tied your wrists together behind your back and left a hickey on your neck before pulling away.


Originally posted by missbaptan

You were riding Taehyung’s thigh, his hands sneaking around to squeeze your breasts as he was enjoying it just as much as you were. You were close to reaching your climax. 

“OH MY GOSH! TAE PLEASE CHOKE ME!” You moaned surprising yourself.

He gripped your chin and you felt his hot breath on your ear.

“Are you sure about that?” He whispered in your ear in his deep voice. “Because, once I start being rough with you I won’t be able to stop…”

“Yes, please!” You moaned quietly.

“Okay then…” He answered, nibbling on your earlobe slightly, before fulfilling your wish.


Originally posted by namujune

You were making out on his bed, your make out session slowly getting more and more intense. At some point the two of you were completely naked, you straddling his lap while he watched you, devouring you with his eyes.

“I want to try something new tonight…” You whispered in his ear.

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow. “What is it princess?” 

“I want you to tie me up and fuck me harder than you’ve ever had…” You said in the most seductive voice you could manage. 

Jungkook gave you an uncertain look. 

“It’s okay Jungkook…Show me exactly how rough you can be…”

“Will do, princess…” he smirked.


anonymous asked:

#6 for NurseyDex <3

6. “H-how long have you been standing there?”

When Will’s sister picks up on the 2nd ring, he doesn’t even bother to say hi.

“Fuck this.  Fuck the Haus, fuck dibs, fuck Ransom and Holster, fuck quarters, fuck hockey.  Fuck.  Everything,” Will fumes.

Alex is quiet for a moment.  “I’m sure you don’t mean that.”

“Yes I do,” Will retorts.  “Because of some grade-A crazy bullshit, I’m now sharing a room at the Haus with him.”

“I thought he was getting Lardo’s room and you were–”

“Getting the attic?  Yeah, that’s what we all thought, except my idiot captains gave the attic to Ollie and Wicks.”

“Okay, I mean that’s odd, but not–what did you say?  Grade-A crazy bullshit?” Alex replies.

“I haven’t even gotten to that yet,” Will says.  “So Lardo can’t decide because like, Nursey basically wrote her thesis or whatever.  I mean, who cares that all the shit I’ve done to keep the Haus standing was more important to the team, right?  So Bitty comes up and is like, ‘oh, let’s do a dibs flip.’  Like a coin flip.  So–”

“Okay, wait, so if there was a coin flip for it, how are you sharing?” Alex asks, clearly confused.

“Yeah, this was the bullshit.  It rolled and got stuck in between two floorboards!  Exactly on its side!” Will nearly shouts, feeling that same mixture of anger and despair he felt as he watched the whole thing unfold in front of his eyes.

“So it was a tie.  And now you have to share,” Alex says plainly.

“Yes.  Oh fuck me,” Will curses.  “How am I going to survive Alex?  How?  Sometimes I can barely stand to be around him, how am I supposed to share a room with him?”

“You could always just–not,” Alex says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and Will is an idiot for not thinking of it himself.

“Ha! Right, like I’m going to give him the satisfaction.  He said I would move out by September at the latest.  And maybe I can’t stand being around him, but my pettiness is–uh–” 

Will falters as he spins around in his desk chair.  When he got back to his dorm room, he had propped the door open (he’s trying to be friendly and prove to his floor that he’s not a total weirdo).  And now, standing in that open doorway, is Nursey.

“Fuck my life,” Will mutters.

“Billy?” Alex responds questioningly.

“I have to go Alex, I’ll call you back later,” Will says, pulling the phone away from his ear and ending the call.  He takes a deep breath as he puts his phone face down on his desk.  “H-how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough, Poindexter,” Nursey shrugs.  “I just came by to bring you this book.  You left it at the Haus.”

“It’s what not what it sounds like, Nursey,” Will says, springing to his feet.

“It’s chill dude,” Nursey answers, his expression appearing unfazed.  But after two years as his partner on the ice (and often off it), Will can somewhat read him.

He can see his disappointment in the slight drop of his head, the way his eyebrows have gone up just a bit, and of course his eyes.  Will has learned that Nursey’s eyes always give something away, whether he’s able to understand what they’re saying or not.

“That’s bullshit,” Will counters.  “And I know that you know that I know that.”

“So what if it is?  What gives you the right to know?” Nursey retorts angrily.  “You clearly don’t give a fuck about me, so why should I tell you?”

“That’s not true and you know it!”

“Do I?  Do I know that?  Because not even two minutes ago, I stood in your doorway and listened to you tell your sister that you can barely stand to be around me.  That sounds like someone who doesn’t care to me,” Nursey replies sharply and they’ve argued before, but something in Nursey’s voice is different this time.

Because Nursey is used to people not caring about him.  He’s gone through his whole life surrounded by people like that.  And he thought Will did care about him because, despite all their difficulties, they’re pretty close friends (even if they still annoy the hell out of each other from time to time)–and he does–but it doesn’t look that way right now.  

Will gets that.  But what Will doesn’t understand is why this seems so devastating to him.  It’s not like no one cares about him–there’s Lardo, Bitty, Chowder, and a whole slew of others.  What’s different about him?

“It’s–listen, you heard one statement out of context–”

“You said it twice.”

“How many times I said it isn’t important–”

“Not to you maybe.”

“Fuck, Nursey, would you just listen to me for one minute!” Will shouts, and Nursey clamps his mouth shut, but continues to glares at him.  “I’ve been talking about you to Alex since day one.  Day one!  She knows a fuckton of things that you don’t!  So when I tell her that I can barely stand to be around you sometimes, she knows that it’s not because I hate you!  It never is and it never was.”

Nursey snorts derisively.  “’She knows things you don’t.’  Super convincing argument, Poindexter.  I’m supposed to just–take your word for it?  Oh, of course, because you said you don’t hate me, and just because you said it, it must be true.  Yeah, fuck you.”

“If I didn’t love you so much, I’d punch you in your fucking face right now,” Will quips.

Nursey’s brow furrows.  “What did you say?”

“That I want to punch you?”

“No, the other part.”

“If I didn’t lo–oh for fuck’s sake,” Will groans, throwing his head back, praying for death to take him quickly.  It’s become such a natural part of his emotions when he’s around Nursey that it’s no wonder it finally slipped out on accident.

“I’m going to guess that that’s what your sister knows that I don’t, right?” Nursey questions, and Will expected him to sound shocked or angry not–fucking bemused.

“Yep, and if you’re going to laugh at me, you better leave right fucking now, because not even that will stop me from punching you,” Will says, sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.

“I’m not going to laugh,” Nursey says.  “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Will doesn’t know what to say to that, so he doesn’t say anything.

“I think–I think I understand what you were saying now,” Nursey says, and Will feels the bed dip gently as Nursey perches next to him.  “It would be hard to see me every day–be in close quarters when you feel the way you do.  You were scared that you would say something like you just did.”

Will nods.  “Doesn’t matter though, ‘cause I said it just now.”

“Now.  Later.  Either way, I wouldn’t have minded,” Nursey says quietly.  “I’m glad it’s out there now.”

There’s a strange, swooping feeling in Will’s stomach as he lowers his hands away from his face.  “Nursey–” is all he gets out before Nursey is pressing their lips together.

It takes Will a second, but he kisses back.

“You know I was excited to be sharing a room with you because I was hoping you would eventually figure out how I felt, right?” Nursey asks.


“Have I mentioned that you continue to surprise me?”

“No,” Will answers, his brain still struggling to string words together that aren’t he kissed me he kissed me he kissed me.

“Well you are,” Nursey says.  “I would’ve never guessed that you would feel that way–or that you would be the one to say it first.”

“S-same t-though,” Will stutters, the stutter in his voice matching the stuttering of his heart.

“So–do you think you can stand to share a room with me now?” Nursey asks, and if Will didn’t want to kiss him again, he would shove him off the bed.

Bts reacting to finding you masturbating in lingerie in their room! (while you guys aren’t dating)


*comes stomping in when he sees you* “you could’ve just asked me if you wanted to do this here” “No reason to be so shocked this is my room baby. Should I finish what you started?”

Originally posted by sugaswagdaddy


“Looks like someone’s caught red handed… should I put you in handcuffs or should I just restrain you with my own hands?” *he did a little eyebrow wiggle at his question* 

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie


*screams in surprise* “Oh it’s just you. You scared me. Do you need help? I mean I’m already here so might as well right?“ 

Originally posted by ultranicolet


"Well mamacita… this wasn’t the sight I was expecting but it’ll do for entertainment right now.” *walks towards you* “Mind if I join?" 

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy


*stands there in shock* "uhh-I-uhhh” *his whole face was red* *is actually frozen solid* (look at what you’ve done to him) 

Originally posted by bwibelle


“Well looky what we have here,” *smirks* “you know this is my room? Or did you want me to find you? Either way I’m here, what can I help you with?" 

Originally posted by kpop-undertaker


*walks in* *sees what you’re doing* *runs out slamming the door in the process*"IM SORRY I DIDNT SEE ANYTHING UHM OKAY ILL UHM MEET YOU LATER OR SOMETHING”*leaves the entire household*

Originally posted by hoshikio

Moana  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Ugh! It’s a human!”
  • “The chicken lives!”
  • “I know your name…”
  • “Let her come to me.”
  • “I told you to turn back.”
  • “I thought we could make it.”
  • “Why are you acting weird?”
  • “Hey! Let me do this, please!”
  • “It’s okay. You’re all right. See?“
  • “Really? Blow dart in my butt cheek?”
  • “Is there something you want to hear?”
  • “If you start singing, I’m gonna throw up.”
  • “The things you have learned will guide you.”
  • “You’re a funny looking little thing, aren’t you?”
  • “Aah! That is disgusting! What is wrong with you?”
  • “When you use a bird to write with, it’s called tweeting.”
  • “You’d totally help me. You would. You know you would.”
  • “This is not who you are. You know who you are… who you truly are.”
  • “If you wear a dress, and have an animal sidekick, you’re a princess.
  • “It’s not your fault. I never should have put so much on your shoulders.”
  • “I’m not killing myself, so you can prove you’re something that you’re not!”
  • “You cannot run from me! ….Oh, you can run from me! You keep surprising me!”
  • “Sometimes who we wish we were, what we wish we could do, is just not meant to be.”
  • “Are you just trying to get me to talk about myself? Because if you are… I will gladly do so.”
  • “If there’s something you want to tell me, just tell me! Is there something you wanna tell me?”

anonymous asked:

"Forgive me...Please...I can't live without y-you..." For Yura and Beka?? Pls??!!! I am angst trash! XD -Red

Yuri believed that he had gone through hell, that he had experienced pain in his eighteen years of life.

But nothing had ever felt as bad as this.

He sat on Victor’s couch, crying into Makkachin’s fur. It had been nearly midnight when he had arrived, rain-soaked and sobbing, to Victor and Yuuri’s shock. He had given no explanation for his arrival or why he was upset, he had simply launched himself into Victor’s arms, crying on his shoulder.

Shocked and worried, they guided him to the couch, bringing him hot tea and a towel to help dry him off. They had begged him to explain what was the matter, but Yuri only kept crying, burying his head in his hands. Eventually, Makkachin padded up to Yuri, snuggling against him, causing Yuri to drop down and sob into her fur.

Yuri’s phone had fallen out of his pocket when he sat down and it was constantly buzzing, someone desperately trying to get a hold of him.

“Yurio, your phone is ringing,” Yuuri said gently, “Do you want us to answer?”

Yuri shook his head, sobs quieting a little. He had no desire to answer who was on the other line, he wasn’t in any condition to talk.

“Are you sure?” Victor asked, looking down at Yuri’s cell, which was buzzing again, “It’s Otabek-”

Yuri’s sobs increased at the sound of his boyfriend’s name, burying his face in his hands again. He knew he must look absolutely horrendous, face red and blotchy, clothes damp and cold.

Yuuri sat down next to him, putting a tentative hand on his shoulder. “Yurio,” he began softly, “Did you and Otabek have a fight?”

Yuri’s head shot up, red-rimmed eyes blazing, still full of tears.

A fight? If only you knew, Katsudon, Yuri thought savagely, trying to get himself to calm down enough to talk.

“Yuri, tell us what’s going on,” Victor said, sitting on the coffee table in front of them, “You’re scaring us.”

Yuri took a deep breath, trying not to start crying again. “Beka…” he choked out slowly, “I…fuck.”

Victor raised an eyebrow slowly. “So, this is about him?”

Yuri nodded, running an unsteady hand through his hair. “I told him I…god, Victor, he didn’t say it back.”

“Didn’t say what back?” Victor asked gently, while Yuuri squeezed Yuri’s shoulder reassuringly.

“That he loved me,” Yuri confessed in a whisper, clutching his chest, “Fuck, I’ve never…I’ve never said that to anyone before and he…”

His eyes shot up, filled with pain and insecurity, “He didn’t say it back! He just fucking sat there. And I…I couldn’t take it, it was too much…”

“So you ran,” Victor finished softly, sharing a knowing glance with his husband. The three sat in silence for a moment, interrupted only by the buzz of Yuri’s phone. Sighing, Victor leaned down and without bothering to ask, he slide it open to answer.

“This is Victor,” he said quickly. There was a pause on the other line before a calm voice came through.

“Is he there?” Otabek asked, a waver in his voice betraying fear, “Is he safe?”

“Yuri’s here, with us,” Victor answered while Yuri buried his face in his knees, “He’s very upset.”

“Can I talk to him?” Otabek asked softly. Victor looked over at Yuri, who held out his hand wordlessly, taking the phone from Victor.

“It’s me,” Yuri said, wincing at how wrecked his voice sounded.

“Oh, Yura,” Otabek said sadly, “I’m so sorry! You surprised me and then you left so fast…I was so worried about you!”

Yuri swallowed, closing his eyes in attempt to stop the tears from starting again.

“Yura,” Otabek said nervously, words beginning to come more quickly, “Forgive me, please! I can’t live without you, you know that. Of course I love you. I’ve been dying to say it to you, but when you said it to me I just…I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that you wanted me.”

Yuri sniffed, rubbing at his eyes, still not saying a word.

“I love you,” Otabek continued frantically, “And I’ll say it over and over until the day I die, if you want me.”

“That day better not be any time soon,” Yuri whispered after a moment, feeling himself beginning to relax, “Because I love you, too, and you have a lot to make up to me, Beka.”

“Then come home. Come home Yura, and let me.”

First Apartment

A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment - one story above the “read more” line, three more underneath!

“Okay, I should go”

“Do you have to?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Betty sighed and leaned in to place a quick kiss on Jughead’s nose before pushing herself up to a seated position and placing her feet on the floor, “I’ve got to go back to my place before work starts. I left my computer there.”

Jughead groaned, grabbing Betty by the waist and pulling her back into bed, “Just five more minutes.” he mumbled.

Betty laughed and rolled her eyes, “Juggie, you said that five minutes ago. And again five minutes before that. If I don’t leave now I’ll be late.”

Betty sat up once more, and this time Jughead rose with her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck. Betty leaned into the comfort, releasing a small moan.

“Move in with me.”

“What?” Betty laughed, turning to face him. Her smile faded to shock as she registered the look of seriousness on his face. “Are you - are you serious?”

“Why not?” Jughead grinned, “You practically live here anyway! And you know how much I hate it when you leave. Besides… isn’t this what people do when, you know, they’re in our position?”

“In our position?” Betty smiled at his fumbling, eyebrows raised in jest.

“I just meant… I love you. And I don’t want to keep saying goodbye to you every morning. I want you to move into my apartment. I want it to be our apartment.”

Betty looked at his wide, puppy-dog smile in disbelief, “Okay. Okay let’s do this.”

“Yeah?” Jughead asked, eyes brimming with hope. 

“Yeah,” Betty smiled and leaned in, cupping his face in her hands and excitedly placing a kiss on his lips, “Yeah! Let’s move in together!”

Jughead grinned and tackled her back onto the bed, pinning her down and peppering her with kisses. “I love you so much right now it’s insane.”

Betty giggled, “I love you too. So, so much.” She practically squealed in excitement before kissing him once more. Suddenly aware of the time, Betty let out a laugh. “Well, I’m definitely going to be late for work now.”

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So I work at a haunted house as an actor and makeup artist and most of the time, it’s amazing! The actors and owners are super nice and my only complaint with any of them was the skeleton who kept on showing up 10 minutes before we had to be in our places (his makeup usually took me 15-20). But over all, they’re amazing and I feel privileged to come back each season and work with them.

The customers are often a different story. Some of them are so blatantly disrespectful and cruel?? We’ve had people just dump their trash in a room for us to clean up when we’re all already exhausted from staying up and screaming all night. I’m so genuinely curious as to if these people even realize that the hard working people at the haunt have to pick up after your shit on top of everything else we do to ensure that your experience here is a good one?

I once legit heard a group of teenagers say, “Dude, we should totally steal this.” And he actually tried to steal one of our props. I was so furious because the owners work so hard to keep this place in tip top shape and they often dip into their own savings to afford some of our more extravagant props. This one wasn’t even big or anything, but it was still so infuriating to see such lack of respect or acknowledgement for the effort going into assuring that you have a good time here.

And then there’s the people who flat out insult or harass the actors. The insults usually come from teenage guys trying to act tough in front of their friends and those are always easy to shake off. The disgusting comments are harder, especially for our younger actors. (My first year was as a 14 year old and they put me in a tiny skirt and made me a doll, so as you can probably expect, I wasn’t a stranger to harassment or gross comments.) We actually had one girl on the verge of tears because men 3x her age were making disgusting comments and approaching her in ways that made her feel unsafe. Every year, at the very least, 6 people get punched or kicked and every woman in the haunt has experienced harassment on some level.

There are also always people who feel inclined to reach out and touch the actors?? Like, I get that you are curious and maybe that helps you not to be afraid, but it honestly makes most of us so uncomfortable. It’s not cute or funny when you grab at my hair or dress. It’s creepy. Our policy is “Do not touch the actors and they won’t touch you.” but people often like to take that as, “the actors won’t touch you even if you like to poke and prod at ACTUAL STRAGERS. So, if you touch me, you should be prepared for a more "hands on” experience with the other actors because now we’ll feel inclined to return the favor.

The one thing so many people don’t understand about haunt actors is that we’re real people with feelings and we’re working really hard to ensure that you have a good time. A ton of us have other jobs on top of this that we have to get back to. We do this because we love it and we want you to have fun too! But that does not give you an excuse to be disrespectful.

You’d be so surprised at what a simple “Oh man, you got me on that one!” Or “That makeup is so cool!” Can do for the actors. Just getting one complement on my acting or makeup made👏my👏night👏. And if you’re a decent person, we’re more inclined

Moral of the story is: Be nice to those working at haunted houses.

Translation: Text 2 between Even and Isak - 01.12

Even: Did you like the song?

Isak: Huh?

Even: You’re not keeping up.

Isak: Oh, John Legend. You’ve stopped surprising me after Gabrielle.

Even: Hahaha. You know I’m only joking with you, right. It’s only bullshit that I like hip hop and stuff.

Isak: Then I’m afraid I’ll have to break up with you.

Even: Okay. Thanks for everything. It was fun while it lasted.

Isak: See you :(

Even: ❤️

Isak: ❤️

(Look at these two sarcastic little shits! ❤️❤️❤️! )


“I will be praying not to fall in love with you.”

Nikolai Krasotkin || The Empire of Corpses (2015)
you can't deny you're looking for the sunset

Admittedly, the first thing he thinks of when Beth tells him of the opportunity in National City is not the promise of growth. It’s not putting Biomax at the forefront, in the spotlight where he’s tried to hold them in for years.

(Just one breakthrough, that’s all he needed.

Years of modifying and rethinking, and then-

Then it happened in a matter of months that he can barely recall past a blur.)

It’s Lena Luthor.

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