really i thought it would be bigger!

There's a Noctis in My Pocket (8/??)

Title: There’s a Noctis in My Pocket
Rating: T 
Pairing: Ignis/Noctis (Ignoct)
Side Pairings: Promptio
Status: Ongoing 8/??? (~12,300 words)
Warnings: Uh… Not much. Maybe light sexual content? This is mostly going to be funny.

Summary: Noctis has a very, very nasty run-in with an Imp in the Balouve Mines… and wakes to find either everything has gotten so much bigger… or is it that he’s a whole lot smaller? FFXV Kink Meme fill for Noctis getting hit with a Mini Spell. Oh, sweet Etro, help him.

Kink Meme Prompt: So I was really glad to see the Toad status in the game, despite how “real” the game is. I thought Toad would have been left out for sure. But lo and behold, it made it in! And I’ve seen many a lovely “Frog Prince” fic because of it. But what about Mini? 

Imagine how that would have turned out. So I’m thinking Noct gets hit with a mini spell and freaks the fuck out. Why are the monsters gigantic all of a sudden!? Why are my friends gigantic all of a sudden!? 

Also bros freaking out because where the hell did Noct go? Obviously they find him, and Ignis, being the mother hen he is, looks after our tiny prince. I mostly want to see fluffy cuteness, but it can get smutty if authorannon wants to.

Read Chapter Eight: These Boots Are Made for Walkin’

Read from the Beginning…

nano update: chapter 4 is finished and i’m officially halfway through my story! at this rate, i think this bad boy is going to end up being at least 65k? i’m currently sitting at just under 30k, and this is only first draft territory, tbh.

i’ll definitely hit the 50k count by the end of the month, but it’ll probs take me at least another week after that to finish the story. i’m not sure how people tend to post their nano work, but i’m thinking it’s going to go up chapter-by-chapter so i can tighten up a few elements and do some editing as i go.

i really hope this turns out how i’m feeling. it’s ended up way bigger and more intricate than i originally thought it would, but i’m so, so happy with the way it’s going!!!

If there’s not a moment in Infinity Wars where the avengers are like “The chitauri and those alien people are coming back! We have to fight this huge great threat Thanos guy we’re so unprepared!” I really want a moment where Tony goes “WooOooOOooAh they’re coming back?? There’s a bigger threat out there??? And they’re coming to atTACK EARTH????? WHO would have FUCKING THOUGHT????? WOW COLOR ME SURPRISED.

Unpopular opinion

In all honesty, I think it’s Naruto that needed that “redemption” travel journey. Or rather, maybe I shouldn’t say redemption…more so “self-reflection/self-discovery” journey. 

By the end of Naruto, I was really hoping Naruto would go with Sasuke so that he could see that there was so much more out there than Konoha. It never made sense for Sasuke to be the one to go on this “life changing” journey because he already knew. He had always looked at things as a bigger picture while Naruto thought solely of Konoha but that’s not good enough, that’s not nearly good enough. 

Lots of people headcanon Naruto and Sasuke traveling together because it would have made sense that way. I always imagined Sasuke taking Naruto to places he’d been and the two of them would scope out places ruined by the war and work to rebuild those places, especially small, non shinobi villages. And through that journey, Naruto would finally let go of his unrealistic attachment to Konoha. He’d grow to truly understand Sasuke and vice versa. They’d change the outside world together before finally coming back to Konoha to clean up the shit their predecessors left behind and turn it into a village that’s worth something more than just being built on dirty politics and innocent blood. And once that’s done with, they’d go ahead and restore Uzushio and live there in peace with the stray orphans probably left behind after the war. 

“They were rescued from certain death back when they were very young, and I raised them as my own spiritual children. I don’t even call them rats. They are my daughters—Her Royal Highness, Princess Herpes the First and Her Royal Highness, Princess Herpes the Third.
I wanted to find out if they are just biological robots—simple creatures without any souls, as some people say—or if there is a meaning to their life.
I built them an entire paradise so that they could run around and explore. In the process of watching them grow, I realized the immense complexity of these simple creatures. Each of them have different personalities. Their dominance changes with time. One of them has anxiety and she eats to compensate. The other one is an explorer and tends to get depressed if she doesn’t get intellectual stimulation. When I make even small changes to their paradise, she just blooms. It’s a beautiful thing to watch. These attributes started to make me see them as almost human-like.
In a recent research paper, I read that you can actually tickle a rat and it will make laughter noises. They laugh at a higher sound frequency. I bought an ultrasound detector so I could hear them laugh. After I tickled them, they would run around in a circle, doing this special little hop of joy. It surprised me so much because people’s vision of a rat is of a dirty, vicious, ugly animal. And here is a social creature that needs other rats to be happy, that looks for maybe a little bit of love from me and can really react to getting tickled.
As I played with them, I thought, ‘Maybe the human journey is the same as the journey of the rat, the same as the journey of an insect. Just because I have a bigger brain and consciousness doesn’t mean that my journey is completely different from the rest of the animal kingdom. We are just getting there in different ways. Maybe every creature, no matter how small or simple, has a destiny and a meaning that should be respected.”

Lexington, MA

*points at the size difference between “Fade Touched” and normal creatures*
*points at ancient elves being taller than present day elves*
*points at corypheus and the architect being really tall*
*points at how big witherfang was compared to other wolves*
*points at the avaar being tall and also having a strong connection to spirits in their culture*
*tentatively points at the qunari saarebas and how they are tall AND have stronger magic than other races*

the Fade obviously provides some kind of energy/nutrient/atmospheric condition necessary for people and creatures to be large and powerful

it seems that everything has probably been on a decline in terms of size since the formation of the veil. So maybe Corypheus and co. really were super tall because i wasn’t aware that a side effect of a human being corrupted by the blight was a rapid growth spurt but everyone has gotten shorter as time has gone on? in any case a strong connection to or contact with the Fade seems to indicate an increase in size.

I’m not entirely certain how to connect all of these so any additional thoughts would be appreciated!

I do know one thing though:

If Solas succeeds in tearing down the veil we’re going to have to fight even bigger spiders and I’m not here for that

anonymous asked:

When both Draco and Harry are wandering around late one night due to nightmares of their past, they run into one another. Tired of fighting, they both decide to just.. talk. Harry learns why exactly Draco was on The Dark Lord's side, and Draco realizes Harry hates being famous, etc.. cute fluff where they end up holding hands/kissing?

this turned out really shitty sorry

Footsteps. Harry silently cursed himself for not bringing his invisibility cloak. He was up on the astronomy tower and assumed that it was around three in the morning. Harry stood up quickly only to be face to face with Draco Malfoy. His face had red splotches on it that Harry could barely see in the moonlight. “Malfoy.” He greeted.

“Potter.” The malice that was usually in his voice ceased to exist. His voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t spoke in years. “What are you doing here?”

“Nightmares.” He replied. Malfoy nodded, understanding the feeling of wanting to get away after dreaming of the war. Harry sat back down, looking out over the lake. “Well, sit down and you can start taunting me.” He patted the stone floor beside him.

“To tell you the truth, I’m tired of fighting.” Malfoy replied as he made his way over to Harry. “Let’s just… talk.”

Harry looked at him once he sat down, grinning slightly. “I would like that.” Malfoy grinned back and Harry decided he looked quite handsome when he wasn’t scowling. Malfoy rolled up his sleeves to reveal his fading Dark Mark which had already turned back to a dull red. “I thought-”

“Me too.” Malfoy interrupted, guessing what Harry was going to say. “All it did was fade.” He looked sadly down at his arm.

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Randomness From A Skype Group Chat  {Sentence Starters}

  • ❛❛ I am trash Satan. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Only ten alcohol per hour.❜❜
  • ❛❛ Hello, jazz-hater. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Erase your own existence. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Stop leaving, you little punk. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Fuck you, Uncle Shady. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ That’s all he learned in juvie: how to fuck someone back to life. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ How have you seen my ass? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Oh man, I’d love to die! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Bitch, I’m gonna smear blood on your motherfucking macaroni. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I feel like my cat is judging me right now. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ When did wishing to die become such a casual topic in here? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m indifferent to cheerios. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Dying requires effort, for fucks’ sake. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Just laugh, I’m laughing about it now. I mean at the time I was crying, but I’m laughing now. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Reasons people should date me: there are no reasons, stay far away. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ If Hagrid and Weird Al had a love child… it would be you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Hey, bitch, tell me about your fourth cousin Jenny. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Stop it, you’re gonna trigger T -Bag. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ My arm is half-black. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You look like a shady drug dealer. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ One time I was at the dentist’s office and this hot dude came in and my first thought was actually ‘DEATH STAR APPROACHING’. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ My hair looks like Sonic the Hedgehog’s deformed pink cousin has been run over by a truck and used as a toupee. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Just take out the middle man and just die. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Screw joint weddings, hello joint funeral. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You might need to get me a bigger coffin. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Would prison really be that bad compared to your work? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I can die happy and in toasted cheese heaven. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I did not subscribe to bible meet ups. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I speak no bullshit, my potato friend. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Watch dumb teenage singing with me, ya’ll. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Yeah, no fluff in Prisneyland. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ She is a sad smol murder bird and needs to be loved. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ If I had feelings, I’d be offended. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We’re not naming our son Bear. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Shit, how do I go home and tell my wife that our adopted kid got eaten. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Give me your disorder, I’ll take it off your hands for you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Murder is fun. It’s cheaper than divorce. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This is fox-kidnapping. Put the fox back. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The snail fucked off. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I am going to murder myself with a kazoo. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Does Britain have its tea? Find out next week. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I leave to eat some goddamn bbq ribs and there is hell. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’re about as angelic as Lucifer, don’t fool yourself. ❜❜

Mr.Global is Amazing

He texted me and told me he reserved a room for us at the Mandarin Oriental for the night. Now keep in mind this is our first time getting together since discussing the arrangement on our meet and greet. I arrived at the hotel 30 minutes late because the GPS took me to the Management office. He didn’t care though, he just wanted me to hurry up and get there. I valet my car and walk into the bar and there he is waiting on me. The look in his eyes told me he’d already started drinking without me. He’s like “Order whatever you want and if you want food get that too.” So we’re drinking and we’re talking and he has so many questions. Mostly about my hair. He was shocked when I told him about sew-ins lol. He had no idea what they were. He also was curious as to why I got into sugaring. I answered all of his questions and I was honest and I think that just made him like me even more. He kept looking me in my eyes and telling me how pretty I was and how he liked my cheek bones (I was contoured by the Gods themselves). He just seemed so happy. He wouldn’t stop smiling. He kept telling me I was so nice and professional and that he didn’t know if I was acting or being real. I told him I really like being around him and that he’s a breath of fresh air. I say that because he listens to me. If I tell him something he recites it weeks later. He truly listens. I love that about him. He gives me a menu and suggest that I order for him because I know what he likes, I order a club sandwich and we both tore that sandwich up lol, yeah we shared it. We finish up and we go upstairs to our room and it was beautiful. I had a few drinks so I was little tipsy. I was ready to rock his world though, but he didn’t want sex. Yes…you heard me he didn’t want sex. He wanted to sleep next to me and cuddle and just hold me. I took my clothes off (stayed in my bra and panties) and got in a satin robe and lied down on the bed. He comes over and he starts rubbing me on my legs and kissing my feet, telling me he would be so devoted to me and that he just wants to take care of me. Anything that I need to let him know. He asked me if I ever fell in love with one of my SDs and I told him no. He said well it’s possible that I can with him because he is so lovable. He gets out of the bed to grab a pink envelope off of the table and says I think this is for you and hands it over to me. I open it up and it’s a card from him with a gift card to one of my favorite stores. On our first date I told him if he ever wanted to just make me happy Sephora and Ulta are my favorite stores. HE GOT ME A GIFT CARD TO SEPHORA!!! I wanted to fuck him last night because I was just so pleased by how good he had been to me. But he’s not rushing it so neither am I. I mean last month I got my allowance after our meet and greet and didn’t see him until this night and he was okay with that. I’m his first SB and I am loving this. I had a ring on my ring finger that I picked up from F21 and he thought I was married. I told him no way!! I said if I was it would be cooler than this and much bigger. He said you’re right. What’s your ring size? Whoa!! I’m a size 7 baby. We ended our night by falling asleep in one another’s arm. It was so beautiful. He really looked so happy. He even smiled in his sleep. I can’t wait to see him again.

I really do apologize for the way I look…I intended to make a good first impression for my introduction, but um…my circumstances just won’t allow me.

My friend Eren has been up all night trying to respond to messages on the blog that I made for him [ @ask-eren-jaeger ] . I’m a pretty light sleeper, so I haven’t been able to sleep because of that. 

That’s actually part of the reason why I made my own blog. 

I wanted to help him out! He seemed overwhelmed with it all. Uh, I mean, don’t get me wrong! He seems to really enjoy responding to all the messages he’s been getting. But I thought that maybe it would benefit the both of us if the forum was made…a little bigger. To fit everyone!

And so, I’m opening up my own blog to give people the option to come to me if they have any questions! I can answer anything pertaining to my experiences as a trainee, life as a Survey Corps troop, and even my thoughts/opinions on various issues! All in all, I think this is a good method to improve relations between the S.C. and civilians…to a certain degree.

Send me a question whenever you feel like it! In the meantime, I think I’m going to try and get some more sleep…

Extremely Cheap Way To Make Tarot Cards (According to me)

So, as some of my followers know, i started witchcraft when I was 11 and being 11 and practicing witchcraft low-key behind your parents’ back was kinda hard. Obviously, I couldn’t up and go ‘hey mom! Let’s stop by the local metaphysical store and buy a deck of tarot cards!’

No, obviously not. And plus tarot cards are kinda expensive.

So when I was 13 I went to the dollar store and bought a deck of playing cards, well two actually since I needed 70 something and only about 50 came in a pack.
But anyways, I went home and printed out every picture of every tarot card in the deck and hot glued it onto the cards.
THEN I proceeded to clear tape over it to laminate it and do my intent stuff and whatnot I think I said ‘you are now my tarot. An eye in to future, a mind of advice and show-er of truth.’ or something like that and my signature sky blue energy encasing it. and I kept it in a cloth deep in my closet.

AND BAM. (I thought I was finally the shit) I had Tarot and honestly, I see no difference between my current tarot and the ones I had back then. It’s legit the same thing.

So that’s how sly, cheap, 13 year old me used my first tarot and really, the experience is the same the only difference is that ‘normal’ tarot are a little bigger (actually, you can also buy jumbo playing cards and then it would be the same thing) but that doesn’t really matter.

Hope this helped all my broke witches and/or in the broom closet witches and/or little witchlings first experimenting!

- @lilmswitch

Tentacle Boyfriend 2

Ya’ll asked for more tentacles so here are more tentacles! You can read the first part HERE.

   Recently, people around you have been commenting on how happy you seem. They ask you if you’re seeing anyone and if they’re the cause of it. You have to hesitate a moment when they ask this because technically, yes, you have met someone but you can’t exactly describe your new mate. At first, they were a tiny little succulent plant you were given as a gift, now, they were this tentacled creature living off soda and sweet drinks in your home.

   You smile though and reply yes, you do have someone special in your life. You can’t deny you’re over the moon for them, you love them more than you ever thought possible. Not only were they sweet and gentle, always there for you and attentive, they were the best sex you’ve ever had.

   Coming home you find yourself excited, always happy to see them and be wrapped up in their many limbs as they kiss you with the soft mouth hidden amongst the tendrils. Sometimes they’ve made you dinner, although it’s usually always something sweet, usually you come home and cook with them then after you’ve eaten you both take a nice long bath.

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All Washed Up

Keith walked into a bar and looked around before his eyes fell on a hunched figure wearing a too big dirty blue hoodie and nursing a half finished beer.
He quickly crossed the room and stood over the figure crossing his arms. “Nice to see your not waisting your time.”
The figure looked up, long matted brown hair falling over blue eyes.
“Is that sarcasm I detect?”
Keith pulled out the chair opposite him, “why yes it is, I’ve been hanging out with Katie a lot.”
“Katie? I thought she went underground after her brother went to the dark side.” He picked up his beer and went to take a sip but Keith grabbed the bottle and finished the rest of it himself.
“She did but things have changed… that’s why I’m here.”
The figure looked at Keith for a moment before signalling to the bar tender for another beer.
“If your here to try and get me back on the team then you know my answer. I left that life behind me a long time ago.”
A beer was placed in front of him, however before he could even pick up the bottle three men burst into the bar wielding guns and yelling “hands where we can see them.”
The other patrons all complied.
All except the two in the far corner.
“I said hands up!” One yelled stepping forward.
Keith lazily looked over his shoulder at the men raising an eyebrow. “Sure anything you say.” He slowly moved his hands above his head.
No sooner had the man dropped his guard did Keith pull the knife from up his sleeve and stabbed it into the mans eye.
He screamed in pain stumbling back, Keith jumping up and kicking him in the chest sending the man falling into the tables.
The other two men aimed their guns an were about to fire when suddenly the temperature of the room dropped and everyone’s breaths became visible.
A stream of ice suddenly shot forwards and froze the two men with only their heads left untouched.
Keith slowly turned round to smirk at the figure who was still standing with his hand outstretched and his fingers Blue at the tips.
His hood had fallen down and the large burn scar across the side of his face was visible.
“I thought you didn’t want to be a hero anymore?” Keith asked with a smug tone.
The figure picked up the bottle and downed it in one go “I don’t, just wanted my drink in peace.”
He stumbled out from behind the table pulling his hood back up “im not a hero, there’s no such thing.”
He purposely shoved Keith as he walked past not bothering to leave any payment on the table as he went, the terrified bar keeper not daring to stop him.
“Shiro’s been asking about you!” Keith yelled desperately.
The figure didn’t stop walking “Shiro died, tell that thing to stop pretending to be someone it isn’t.”
“Either way Shiro would want you back! He would want you to be part of something bigger! To protect those who can’t protect themselves!” Keith yelled but he didn’t stop or long at him. “Lance please!”
Finally the figure stopped and turned round “I tried to play that game once, I really believed that I could make a difference. But I guess I grew up and I know better now. Shiro was a lunatic that thought he could take down our Shiro excuse of a government with a bunch of damaged kids! Guess the only difference between us is that you still believe he was fight even after what happened on the final day.”
Lance turned and slid past the frozen men before pausing one last time “and my names not Lance anymore. He died in the ice with all those kids. I’m just Blue now.”
With that he left Keith standing in the middle of the bar and disappeared into the city keeping his head down as he past the cameras that watched every citizen.
Every moment of every day.
Ever since the revolution failed.
Ever since Shiro failed to free them from the Galra rule.
Ever since Lance caused the greatest disaster known to man.

bts// you wanting to try anal play

requested :)


you had been thinking about it for a long time. always loving the thought of it. but you never ssaid anything to jin about it. you didn’t think he was into the sort of stuff. he was pretty vanilla about some things.

but one day, when you came home from work, you were surprised to see jin waiting for you on the couch with a big smirk. he would tell you to sit down beside him as he handed you a small black bag. you would look into the bag, your jaw droppin gas you saw a blue butt plug.

“do you not like it jagi?”

“no i love it, it’s just tha-”

“good. now lets go the bedroom and i’ll please you all night long with it.” 

Originally posted by fawnave


he would come to you with the idea, already having the the small butt plug in his hand. since you’ve never tried it before, you would say no to the plug but yes to his fingers. the first time you guys used his finger, you couldn’t lie, it was fucking amazing. 

so, the next time you guys fucked, you let him use the small plug. he smothered the plug down with lube and slowly started to slide it into your ass. it hurt at first, it being slightly bigger than his fingers. but, his praising made you feel some type of comfort. when he started to move it slightly, a moan of pleasure escaped your mouth. letting him and you know that your new thing was anal play.

“jagi you look so good like this.” 

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you came to him with the idea, not sure how he would react. but as soon as the words left your mouth his eyes lit up and a small smirk grew on his face. 

“if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get baby.” he would say lowly before grabbing your hand and taking you to the bedroom, wanting to try it right away.

since you’ve done it before with your other partners, it wouldn’t really hurt as much. he would lube his cock with layers of the substance before pressign his cock right onto your hole. “this is going to feel sooo good jagi.” was the last thing he said before pushing into you, both of your moans circling into the room simutaniously. 

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rap monster

tbh, it would happen a few times after you guys started to have sex. both of you would soo into the idea. he would use everything on you, his fingers, his cock, butt plugs, vibrators. he loved seeing things in your puckered hole. he would always make sure you were okay though before continuing to haveing the best sex in your life. 

 i think he would even tease you in public. like he would make you wear anal beads when you guys went out to dinner with the boys. he love seeing oyu squirm around in your seat. he would live off the feeling of knowing that you were getting pleasured and no one was even touching you.

“it feels good huh kitten?”

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when you came to him with the idea, he would be slightly embarrassed. he would want to try it on you, and for oyu to try it on him. you loving it when he’s the dom, but also loving it when he’s the sub, you agreed to everything.

the next day, both of you went to the sex shop to pick out your butt plugs. you could see jimin’s hard cock through his jeans as soon as you told him you were going to pick them out. both of you couldn’t wait ot try them out as soon as you got home.  

i think since it would be the first time for both of you, you guys would take it slow, only using your fingers at first. when both of you thought that you were streched enough, you would then use the butt plugs you picked out that day. using them would cause you guys to have the best sex in your entire lifes. after the first few times though, you guys would take the advantage of buying more things and using them all the time. 

Originally posted by jimiyoong


i think he would come to you with the idea. he would have always been turned on of the thought of playing with your puckered hole. when you would agree to anal play, his eyes would imediately fill with lust. he couldn’t wait to pleasure you.

i think he would tease you a lot when guys actually did it. he would also like to see how big of a plug you could fit in your hle so i think he would go out and buy a bigger butt plug every one in a while. you would also love the feeling of having of your holes filled.

“ahh tae, i feel so full.”

“mh, it feels really good doesnt it?”

“ah, it feels so go- good.” 

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i think you would go to him with the idea. he would be a bit confused at first ngl, he is pretty young still so, i don’t think he would have ever done it before. you guys would try it sooner or later though. i think he would only use his fingers or hand on you at first. i don’t see him being into anal that much, but he would still love to do it with you. he would love to pleasure you in anyway. he also loves the sound of your moans. 

after a few months though, i think he would reallllyyy get into it. like he would buy you anal beads, butt plugs, and anything you asked for. he would love seeing a butt plug in your hole. 

“you look so pretty kitten.”

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Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. 

You stare at the closed door in front of you and take a deep breath for the third time tonight. You’re standing outside your boyfriend’s apartment, like you’ve done a thousand times before. It’s the same chipped and faded paint on the wood you’ve seen that has been etched into your memory, along with the same useless doorbell that never works- But it all feels different, because of what you’ve come here to do.

You are completely, totally, hopelessly in love with Daveed Diggs. He feels the same way about you, you know he does. He’s expressed it breathlessly between kisses, in dorky love letters, and in a song coupled with Lin’s awkward beatboxing in the background. And because the two of you are in love, you want to do what people who are in love do.

In the year that you’ve been dating he has mostly managed to keep his hands off of you. You never went much further than the occasional hasty make out session on the couch, but lately you’d been wanting more. You came to his apartment with the intention of finally, finally taking that next step with him. You are worried about one thing, though, since you are an absolutely clueless virgin. You’ve never done this before, but have always imagined how it would go… your first time being so intimate with another human being. Thinking it through from the last couple of days, you convinced yourself you had nothing to worry about. He’s always been so caring with you, and you’re not a child. You know how this works.

You finally knock on the door, smoothing out your dress and fixing your hair as you wait. You’ve chosen to wear something that you know makes you look irresistible-a short, sleeveless dress, lace tights, and your lucky heels, all in black. It should definitely do the trick.

Soft footsteps come closer, and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, messy haired and as cute as ever.

“Hey, Y/N,” He beams at you, his brown eyes shining with joy from your surprise of just randomly showing at his door. He’s so cute that you nearly forget to respond.

“Hi, Dave. Mind if I come inside?” You smile back, trying to add an edge to your voice that you hope is anything near sexy.

“Not at all, sugar,” He ushers you inside and kisses your cheek as you brush past him. “What inspired this visit?” He hums against your neck, slipping his arms around your waist.

“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see you. That’s all,” You reply coyly.

“Well, you’re always welcome here. I can never get enough of you,” He’s still smiling at you, although it’s more of a smirk now. Maybe he knows what you’re up to. Still in an almost-embrace, you drift into the living room and onto the couch.

“Do you want a drink? I could get us some beers,” Daveed asks.

“How about something a little more… sophisticated?” You suggest sinking your vision to his eyes, hoping that you’re still being subtle.

He must have caught on to your plan, because his eyebrows quirk up, like they always do when he’s in a playful mood. “Coming right up, doll,” he says and whisks to the kitchen and returns shortly with two blood-red glasses. When he gives you yours your hands touch and linger. It’s as if every time your skin has come into contact, from the kiss at the door to this quick moment, sparks have flown between the two of you. Even making eye contact with him over the rim of your glass has you feeling hot all over.

It doesn’t take long before both of your glasses are drained and you’re basically in his lap, toying with the buttons at the top of his shirt. You kick off your shoes so you can bring your feet up on the couch. Looking down at you, he pulls you closer to him, as if it were even possible. It’s still chaste and innocent. You’re only playing with each other’s hair, looking into each other’s eyes. His gaze keeps flicking down to your lips, which you had agonized over for some time, delicately painting on the perfect shade of red. Then his lips are on yours, soft at first and then building up to something dangerous and reckless. There’s teeth, there’s tongue, it’s filthy and you love it. Your lipstick is definitely ruined but you couldn’t care less.

He pushes you onto your back, suddenly harsh and commanding. He has total control over you, and you’re just helplessly needy, arching into his touch and chasing those wonderful feelings he’s giving you. There’s that sinful thing he does with his tongue, and the way he keeps grinding his hips where your dress has ridden up… It’s too much and not enough.

“Maybe we should… Mmf… Go to your room?” You ask as he stops his assault on your lips to nibble at your collarbone.

He simply nods, holding your hand on the way there and looking at you like he wants to devour you. He throws you onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise. “I want you, and I’m going to take you… I’ll make you mine, babydoll…” He murmurs and literally tears your tights off your legs. The amount of force he’s using begins to scare you.

Your dress is the next to go. Thankfully, he manages to keep it in one piece. Now you’re fully exposed, except for a thin lace bra which he makes quick work of. He’s straddling you at this point, and you can feel his erection straining in his skinny jeans. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” He growls as he takes in the expanse of your bare body. Even though it’s a compliment, it sounds almost predatory.

His clothes come off quickly. You want to take a second to let the fact sink in that you’re skin to skin with the love of your life, but he’s moving so fast you don’t have the time. It’s too frantic. Every touch is fleeting; every brush of your lips is too rushed.

“It’s been such a long time, sweetheart. You’re so gorgeous. I might have to skip the foreplay. I need to feel you, now,” He growls and pounces on you, and starts rutting his cock against your opening. It’s nice- but your eyes widen when you realize exactly how big he is. You were not expecting it to be so thick or so long, and you find yourself wondering how on Earth that is going to fit inside you. “Mmm… You’re going to feel me for days. You’ll be so wrecked when I’m through with you…” He’s pressing harder, sending prickles of pain throughout your body and your heart is racing. You want to back out, but it must be too late now. He’s starts to force it in you and it’s too much too soon- you cry out in pain.

“It’s okay, it will be better soon, it’s just been a while-” he begins to soothe you, his eyes closed and running his hands over your arms.

“No, no, no- I’m a virgin. I’m a virgin, Daveed.” You blurt out.

“You’re what?” He stops immediately, and pulls out to scoop you up in his arms.

“I’ve never had sex. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” tears practically falling out as you admitted it. “I thought it would be fine, but you were being so rough, and you were bigger than I expected and…” You trail off, pressing your face into his bare shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He strokes your hair, kissing your forehead softly. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that you’d done this before. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have made it better for you.”

“I don’t know.” You sigh. “I wanted everything to go smoothly.”

“That worked out really well.” He says sarcastically, trying to pull a joke. He must have noticed your worried expression because he adds, “I’m not mad at you, babe. Don’t worry. Just be honest with me in the future, okay?”

You nod meekly, and then smile at him, which he returns happily. Then he wraps you in another hug. “I didn’t say we had to stop. I only said we should go slower., You whisper, glancing at him and biting your lower lip.

“Will you be okay if I touch you?” he asks cautiously. He seems more afraid than you are, now. You find yourself unable to believe that he cares about you so much.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

He lets his hands run over you, in no rush. This time he worships you; he treats you like a queen. Daveed memorizes every dip and curve, delicately tracing every freckle and scar. It seems like an eternity before he reaches the place you need him to be. His fingers touch your clit hesitantly at first, but he moves faster as you let out whines and gasps of pleasure. “Do you like that, sugar?” he asks, smirking, obviously proud of the reactions he’s retrieving from you.

“Oh God, yes…” you cut yourself off with a moan when a finger enters you. It’s seconds before he finds the spot that has you begging for more and bucking into his hand. Then it’s joined by another, and you wince at the stretch but never stop the stream of noises and incoherent curses leaving your mouth.

“So wet… I think you’re ready, doll,” He retracts his fingers and guides you onto your back. He’s above you, now; knees braced on either side of you. You’re still shaking, but he’s still lending you soothing touches. Every time you look at him you find yourself reassured, somehow. It reminds you that all he wants tonight is to make you feel as special as he thinks you are. “I’ll be careful, I promise,” Daveed motions and kisses your forehead. Then he’s pushing in, as slow as he promised. He watches you carefully, ready to pull out at the first sign that you’re in pain. Your eyes are shut tight as you try to ignore the slight stretch. “Hey, look at me.” He tilts your chin up and you look at him. He’s absolutely bewitching like this, towering over you, beautiful eyes glinting and full of an intoxicating combination of adoration and lust. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say. He takes this as his cue to slide in fully, eliciting a pained whimper from you. Immediately he’s planting quick, sloppy kisses to your neck, mumbling apologies and promises about how good it’s going to feel. You’re not sure if you believe him until he starts to move. Somehow he’s managed to reach a place you never knew existed, and each time he rubs against it you’re overcome with such an intense want for him. You moan out loud, shamefully loud, and he grins against your skin. Heat spreads over you, radiating from every point where your body connects with his. He keeps making all these wonderful, lewd noises- groans and breathy “oh fuck”s and unintelligible praise. The unhurried roll of his hips is driving you mad with bliss, to the point where you’re almost delirious.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” He groans. You try to respond, but you’re so overwhelmed by aching need and the heavenly drag of his cock in an out of you that you can’t manage more than desperate panting. You’re trembling beneath him, consumed with unfamiliar feelings and a fire that keeps threatening to break loose in your body. Unfathomable ecstasy washes over you when he finds your clit again, rubbing it to the beat of his thrusts. “I want to see you become undone for me,” he purrs.

So you do. It’s everything you thought it would be- heaven, paradise, a high you know you could never get from any drug. Your release triggers his, and you watch his face contort in euphoria.

Still in a haze, you untangle yourselves. He pulls you close to him, your back against his chest. Both of you are sweaty and practically burning up from your previous activities, but you don’t mind at all. “That was… amazing. You’re amazing,” He mumbles into your hair.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You giggle, exhausted from your adventure.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” You turn to face him and he props himself up on an elbow.

“Of course I do. I love you, too,” you say, and you mean it. He smiles and pecks you on the lips.

“I am sorry about your underwear though…”



I really love this new promotional art of our ice boys in kigurumis and I really wanted to get my hands on those official mugs but they’re Japan exclusive </3 So I thought “why not make my own version of them and make them bigger?” AND THIS HAPPENED. BIG. CUTE. MUGS. 


I had a lot of fun working on them <3 If you could check them out and show it to your friends who also like YOI I would feel so so so so thankful!!! <3

Here are the links for the individual mugs: 

In Your Arms - Sebastian Stan

Hello internet! Yes, I have deleted ‘Night Owls part III’ bucause it was too angsty for what I had in mind for the finale so, I’m going to rewrite it. In the meantime, I have written this because I had an amazing idea the moment I saw the gifs that you’ll be seeing in a matter of seconds. Btw, the gifs are not mine; I found them on @bucky-plums-barnes but they actually come from @thenixcat . Anywaaay, enjoy! xx

                                   SEBASTIAN STAN X READER

Summary: getting together with Sebastian at the airport after being apart for six months.

Warnings: tons of fluff, i guess. I tried to be funny, did I succeed?


Being far away from Sebastian has always been challenging, but I never thought it would increase so much. After getting married, we were definitely excited to start a new chapter of our life together, but obviously an issue came crossing our path in no time. I still remember the moment when, as we were chilling outside in the sun on our honeymoon, Sebastian’s phone started ringing and after a couple of minutes I found out that he would be leaving in a month to film for six whole months in Atlanta. Obviously I was thrilled for him but at the same time we were a little sad to have to put off our new ideas and adventures for even more time. Therefore we squeezed a lot of things we wanted to do in just one month before we gave up and decided that the best idea was to wait, then we would have been completely and happily free. We sadly said our goodbyes at the airport, promising that we would talk by Skype, Facetime and phone calls every single day and that we would immediately book a flight as soon as one of us found some time to visit the other.

And we did, we didn’t break the promise and succeeded to feel less lonely apart from each other. It had been a real nightmare sometimes to leave again after just a weekend together and with each passing day, even hanging up at the end of a phone call was getting difficult. One of the last weeks before Sebastian finally could come back home, we decided that the ultimate week apart, we wouldn’t contact each other. Maybe a text message, or if we were really really lonely, a phone call could fit in but, we thought the plan would help the excitement of seeing each other again after a long time. You know, like sleeping apart the week before the wedding to make the wedding night more special or waiting to open a present for a bigger surprise. Even if for Sebastian those examples meant the same thing on our wedding night..

Anyhow, in this exact moment, I’m waiting for Seb’s flight to land. I actually wanted this to be a surprise but my dear husband probably knows me too well to know that I’m here waiting. What he doesn’t know is that I’m quietly hiding in the back, a German family covering me from the fans that are in the front waiting for him to show up and ask him for photos. And no, I’m not wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses on the inside to “look like a civilian”.. okay, just the hat, but it’s just for fashion purposes..maybe..
When I hear over the speakers that the plane has landed, I move over a little, leaning over a wall nearby with my arms crossed. The position is perfect: I can see him as he walks down the stairs but he can’t see me. He’s looking around, searching for my familiar face, and he looks a little disappointed to not see me anywhere. Poor baby. The fans start to approach him slowly, they’re not a lot but it will take him a while to take all the pictures, and I’m sure he’s too kind to refuse. Sebastian starts talking with his fans and I slightly overhear a “Have you seen my dear wife somewhere?” with an almost sarcastic tone but I know that he’s really hoping to see me somewhere. The people around him shake their heads, shrugging their shoulders. It’s now that I decide to get into his sight.

Sebastian looks over, seeing movements behind the crowd, crossing his fingers mentally praying that I’ll show up in a matter of seconds. And he’s lucky, because I do. My figure slowly appears in the background, a few feet away, and I see everything: his brows furrowing in confusion, is it really me? Then his eyes shot open, the brightest and most familiar smile forming on his lips. I notice a few fans around him with the corner of my eye starting to record his reaction after seeing me, but right now I don’t care, what I only see is him, the world around me stopping. Sebastian starts walking towards me slowly as the crowd splits to let him pass and I mirror his actions, then his walk becomes a light jog and it’s in that exact moment that we start running, as if by looking in each other’s eyes we knew what to do. We meet in the middle with a bone crushing hug as I surround his neck with my arms and his go immediately around my waist with a steady hold, he has picked me up and my feet are dangling in the air. I smell his cologne again, feeling his face buried in my neck as a few tears fall from the both of us. And in that moment, in his arms for once more, I really feel at home.