this was so long ago gosh

anonymous asked:


oh my gosh, I’m just gonna refer to her as Annie from now on so no one needs to suffer like this anymore haha

The whole Annie Mei name doesn’t suit her character either anyway (long story short, I created her to be a deviantart ANIME group mascot and she has completely developed well beyond that)

Am I doing this? Probably...

For a while now, I’ve been drawn to Hyrulian Pop-Culture Paganism. 

Which, if you’ve followed me long enough, isn’t a secret. 

I’ve danced around it, for sure. But I did instigate the tag “#hyrulian-pc” and been following it ever since. (Gosh that was years ago wasn’t it…) I made a blog for Hyrulian stuff ( @hyrulian-legends, which is mostly unactive at the moment) Done little things here and there. Wrote spells. Did magic. But did I do the religious stuff? Not quite…

I got scared, I guess. I’m already doing so much with the Gaelic Polytheism stuff that I didn’t want to add to that. GaelPol was and is so consuming of my life, do I have time for another group of entities?

But the pull hasn’t stopped. And I’ll tell you why: Playing Twilight Princess was an extremely religious experience for me. I can’t put it more simpler than that. And for a while now, I’ve wanted to replay the game each year from August to October as a way to relive that religious experience. (The entire reasoning for what that game means to me could be its own post, but this is getting long so I’ll draft that for another day.) 

So how can I do something like that and not be some sort of Hyrulian Pagan? I’ve tried to link the experiences of playing TP into my GaelPol but… It doesn’t fit. Not easily, anyway, and not without changing why I’m replaying TP to begin with.

And then of course there’s the fact I feel nudges in the direction of the Golden Goddesses. Which. Oh dear. What?? I can hardly handle my GaelPol deities… @.@

So I think today I’ll do some sort of ritual or offering to the Golden Goddess and just see what happens. Maybe nothing will happen? But maybe something will. We’ll see, I guess.

Ugh it’s taken a while, but I guess I am finally taking this plunge. It may be a plunge into nothing. But maybe it will be a plunge into something wonderful.


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A mission with Yoongi

Genre: Smut

Tags: kinky sex / dominating Yoongi / orgasm denial / swearing/ sex talk


Pairing: Min Yoongi/Reader

Related fics (not necessary to read them in order to enjoy this story)

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Second part: Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Third part:  Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan

Setting: A background story depicting the relationship of Min Yoongi and the sister of the head of a mafia organisation. Both of you are sent on a mission and forced to play out the roles of husband and wife.


You: The sister of the boss of a mafia organisation. 

Min Yoongi: A genius hacker and a hit man. Due to some unfortunate events, your relationship with him can be best described as the mixture of love and hate. He’s a member of the same mafia organisation, which makes him your fellow co-worker. One day you’re both sent on a mission and forced to pretend to be happily married. 

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“Fucking shit-head,” you spit out while adjusting your dress.

It might be a bit too tight and it rolls up every now and then, exposing even more of your flesh. “Why him, of all people?” your hands gently running through the locks of beautiful long hair and then you freeze. Flashbacks from the past, the day when you first met Min Yoongi, creep into your head all over again. It’s like an endless cycle of trying to ignore his malicious presence that threatens your sanity and ability to think straight each and every day.

 “Fucking impossible,” you hiss, fixing up the dress for the umpteenth time, this time around your boobs area. It’s maybe not as much that he is a complete jerk and bastard. He really can be sweet, for example to your sister. Yes, he certainly can. Your sister is his boss and he looks up to her, also, they seem to be pretty fond of each other and it’s all perfectly fine. You can understand it all. She is the boss of a Mafia organisation and he’s just been doing his job, doing it pretty well, if you were to admit, resulting in their friendly bond. They hit it off pretty well, though. Something that you can’t really say about you and Yoongi. Some time ago, maybe a year or so… 

“Has it been such a long time already? Gosh,” you ponder out loud.

 But yes, indeed, it must have been a year since that day when you were given orders to kill one, particularly nasty and uncontrollable, associate of your sister’s organisation. Yeah, usual stuff. Find the guy, corner him when he least expects it, and then get rid of him, in a most cautious and quiet manner. Nobody wants to deal with problematic shit, for sure not your lovely sister. The thing is, on the way you encountered some bothersome issue, something that can be exactly labelled as problematic shit. The night when you stepped into the house of the soon-to-be-dead guy, you knew you weren’t alone in this lavishly decorated villa. Somebody else was there, not a member of the target’s family, maid, hooker, whatever, it was another hit-man. A very wily and clever one, to put it lightly. You weren’t exactly sure who was his target. At some point it crossed your mind that he could’ve been after you, but no, it wasn’t the case. The two of you finally confronted each other in the living room, two bullets killing the guy immediately. You aimed for his heart, while the black-clad stranger chose to drill a hole in his head. Disgusting…

 “Crazy mother fucker,” you still cringe at the memory. 

Anyway, the moment when the guy collapsed on the ground drawing his last breaths, you and that intruder stood motionless for a couple of seconds to assess one another’s intentions. You remember that at this point your mind was completely blank. Without much thinking, you pulled the trigger, but this sneaky little bastard must have anticipated your hasty decision cause he ducked down and then jumped in your direction, landing basically on you and immediately straddling you. His grip was strong. What really puzzled you back then was the fact that he didn’t kill you, although he really could have just taken out his gun and make a hole in your head, same as he did with this unfortunate guy. It would have been easy, taking into account your shitty mistake. Yeah… He really got you there. Something he’s been continuously reminding you about on every possible occasion. You were struggling for some time, trying to wriggle out of his grasp and somehow maybe still come out completely unscathed of this crappy situation. Not much time had passed, though, and then you heard the sounds of the police sirens. Both of you realising that the party was over, and that it was high time to clear out, ASAP. He let go of you and chuckled a little. You couldn’t see his face because of the balaclava, but without a single doubt he must have been smirking like a fucking madman. He sprang to his feet and run away using one of the back doors. You followed his lead and got the hell out of that place. He was nowhere to be seen, though. You simply lost his track. The mission was a complete fiasco. Sure, the guy was dead, but due to the mess that thwarted your plans you didn’t manage to fulfil the orders completely. You didn’t bring back with you the set of jewellery that had been your sister’s object of desire. Before kicking the bucket, the targeted guy committed one single, but what a grave mistake. The mistake that ultimately cost him his life. He robbed your sister of that fancy necklace and earrings, hoping to get away with it.

 “What a fucking imbecile,” you mutter to yourself, applying a red lipstick on your lips. 

More memories of the past events flowing into your head, and sadly, you have to admit that you really fucked it all up. The outcome was that you didn’t retrieve that necklace. Worse even, you were fucking out-fooled by some other hired killer. And later, it obviously turned out that it had been none other than Min Yoongi. You still remember the day when he appeared in your sister’s office carrying a little silk drawstring bag in his hand. He introduced himself as the man who… Oh my God… Your fist clench at the sheer reminiscence of his self-confident rant.

He said that he was “the man who is capable of carrying out the tasks that other people screw up.” 

He was standing there, looking deeply into your sister’s eyes. Then, he showed you the bag, ostentatiously waving it in front of your faces.

“Do you want to have what`s inside?” he asked. 

Your sister didn’t respond, keenly observing his actions.

“Do you?” he nagged, opening the bag in order to take out the stolen necklace. At this very moment your sister’s eyes were shining just as bright as this breathtaking piece of jewellery. 

“Let me work for you and I’ll give you this and many other things,” he offered, smiling cunningly.

And she agreed. Yes, she fucking agreed. As a consequence, this overconfident prick and annoying jerk, Min Yoongi, has become your co-worker. He has been a member of the gang for almost a year now, pissing you off whenever he just as much as appears in sight. Not to mention the moments when he opens that dirty mouth of his. To your misfortune, he’s one of the most trustworthy people here, and certainly does his job extraordinary well. He’s so full of himself that sometimes you just want to tear him to pieces and make that shitty smirk fade away once and for all, but you can’t. He’s supposed to be your partner, duh. 

“Over my dead body,” the thought flashes through your head, making you frown and cringe. 

You’re also painfully aware of the fact that Min Yoongi occupies your head all the fucking time. An unpleasant and self-loathing feeling creeps over your entire being. You can’t help thinking about him. It’s like the more you try to control yourself the more difficult it becomes. The truth is, you aren’t exactly a good girl. No, not at all. You’ve always teased guys and made them chase you, only to leave them hanging in the end, when you decided you’ve had enough of them. You simply love the feeling of being in power, seeing guys on their knees, ready to cater to all of your whims. Min Yoongi, though… He’s been persistently ignoring you and your presence, something that you’re not exactly used to. He behaves as if he didn’t give a single fuck about you, mocking you all the time and teasing whenever the occasion allows for some little chit-chat. You hate him so much. You despise every single thing about him, and yet… Yet, you keep thinking about him, and it’s all his fault. You know the exact source of your distress. He’s been giving you a roller-coaster ride, being a complete dumb-ass one day and then casually complimenting the way you look the other. Sometimes you’re not even sure if it’s a compliment. He’s been so sly and smug about everything and the way he approaches you that it’s fucking unbelievable. Another flashback troubles your pretty head. The night when he came to your room and kissed you. 

He fucking kissed you. He gripped you roughly to keep you still, and then he fucking kissed you. You were so speechless and utterly shocked you didn’t even know how to react. The kiss was oddly delicate, and should you say, affectionate even? He barely brushed his lips over yours and the grip on your shoulders suddenly became even tighter. He stopped for a moment and then softly licked your lower lip, asking for permission. You let him. You let him do that and shortly afterwards he was pressing you to the wall, kissing fondly and greedily. When both of you were short of breath, he let go, arms still wrapped around you. The look on your face must have been absolutely ridiculous because he laughed out loud, not being able to hold in his amusement.

“You can now close your mouth, silly. I’m not gonna kiss you anymore today,” he whispered tenderly, placing a finger on your lips.

The smug smirk on his face then… You’re going to remember it till the end of your days. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you are completely oblivious to Yoongi’s presence in the room. You jump, startled by the deep and rough tone of his voice that breaks the silence in the bathroom. 

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“My wife wouldn’t ever wear such indecent clothes,” he comments mockingly, eyeing up your figure from head to toes.

“Oh, really?” you question, looking at him and trying to hide your state of surprise. You continue, facing him, “Do I really have to say it out loud how much I care about your thoughts on my fashion choice?” 

He tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow, “Personally, I think it is not much of a fashion choice if you wear clothes that barely cover your ass.” A smirk follows. You turn around to look at yourself in the mirror again, announcing, “No fucks given, Yoongi. Not even a single one.”

He teasingly keeps on bringing up the main idea behind your mission tonight, that is - you and Yoongi pretending to be a happily married couple, attending to a party organised by your gang’s foe so as to steal some data from his private laptop. You lure the guy to distract his attention, and in the meantime, Yoongi takes care of the laptop. Easy, in theory at least. 

He picks up the topic yet again, purposefully trying to anger you even more, “Please, don’t swear. It is not fit for a lady. Not to mention my wife.” He takes a couple of steps towards you, dangerously closing the distance between you. If he reached out with his hand now he would easily manage to scoop you into his arms. 

“Oh, my. You’re so in character tonight, Yoongi. Does the thought of being my husband excite you so much?” you retort, pretending to be busy with fixing up your hair. 

“Who knows? If I worked a bit on that foul mouth of yours then maybe you wouldn’t turn out to be half bad?” he wonders out loud, staring at your expression in the mirror. 

“For fuck`s sake, why does it have to be you of all people? Couldn’t I go on that mission with Jungkook, or Tae Tae?” you whine  while washing your hands, “Anybody, just not you, dammit.” You pull at the towel angrily, wanting to dry your hands. 

“Maybe we’re meant to be? Try to think about this that way,” he chuckles. “I’d rather die a virgin than be with a jerk like…,” you don’t finish your sentence because the moment you feel Yoongi’s hot breath on the nape of your neck your mouth goes dry. Your hands frantically grip on the washbasin when he abruptly tugs on the hem of your dress in an attempt to cover your ass. You would surely lose balance if not for Yoongi’s rough grip on your hips. Nails digging into your skin and then he hisses into your ear, “I told you to cover it up, didn’t I?” He breathes out, annoyed and then takes a step back. Your body shivers a little. He keeps on observing you attentively in the mirror and then he says, “I’m waiting in the car. We’re going to be late if you continue dolling up like that.” He gives you one last look and then turns around, aiming for the door. When you’re left alone in the bathroom you can feel your legs giving up. You slide down and end up sitting on the cold tiles.

The chauffeur opens up the door of the black Bentley as soon as he notices you going down the stairs. You get into the car, sitting right next to Yoongi on the back seat. 

“I’m sure you’re aware how much depends on our close cooperation tonight,” he clears his throat and then carries on talking, “I’ll need you to divert his attention for approximately 10 minutes… Yeah, I think it should suffice.” The driver starts the engine and your body slightly rocks to the back. Yoongi resumes talking, “Providing, of course, that the guy will be stupid enough to leave his office unattended. If there are thugs keeping an eye on his shit then we’re fucked. And this will be most probably the case… Sometimes I wonder if we’re paid enough here. Your sister’s orders are getting more and more ridiculous.” 

“Wait a minute, dear husband. Aren’t you the man who ‘is capable of carrying out the tasks that other people screw up’, hmm?” you question him, sarcastically. “I’m sure we’ll be all fine, right?” you turn your face to smile gently at him. He is visibly amused by your back talk, but he doesn’t ease up on you, “As long as you make sure not to do more harm than good then yeah, I’d say we’ll most probably be all fine, Pretty face.” That seemingly affectionate pet name he’s just used to address you makes your blood boil. Your press your thighs unconsciously, doing your best to hold your emotions at bay. You promise yourself to pay him back by the end of that evening. You’ll turn the tables tonight, no matter at what cost.

When you arrive at the mansion, it quickly turns out that the place is virtually filled to the brim with the owner’s muscle-men. Not a very promising perspective, unfortunately. You’re sipping your drink at the bar when you feel somebody grabbing at your elbow. It is Yoongi. He drags you to the nearest secluded place and pulls you closer to him. 

“I’ve checked the office. It seems we’re going to have a huge problem to get there,” he informs you, looking around to double check if you’re all alone.

“Seems like it’s the moment for plan B,” you respond nonchalantly. 

“What plan B, Baby doll?” he asks, his pupils getting bigger. 

“Just make sure nobody interrupts me,” you shake of his hands and walk past him, disregarding yet another questionable nickname. 

He watchfully eyes your figure and cautiously follows your lead, keeping his distance. To his surprise, you openly approach the owner and initiate a friendly small talk. It doesn’t last long before he can clearly see, even from afar, that the guy is simply drooling over you. The last thing he registers is how you and your target disappear behind the door of the guy’s office. He swallows hard, his stomach clenching in an unpleasant manner. “Mr Min, would you like a glass of champagne?” a waitress politely offers him a drink, but he blurts out furiously, “Get the hell out of my sight, woman.” He walks away, clenching his fists.

Less than two hours later both of you arrive home, your purse hiding today’s mission loot- a pen drive containing data about the guy’s shady business. A victory. A tremendous success, even. All thanks to you. Yoongi can fuck himself. You walk into your bedroom and immediately collapse on the bed, satisfied. Yoongi enters just after you, loudly slamming the door behind him. 

“How did you get that data? I won’t repeat myself,” his voice as cold as ice. 

“In fact, you did anyway,” you start counting on fingers, “like three or four times already?” God, finally. Finally, you’re the one in control, having him in the palm of your hand. You’re fucking overjoyed, eyes sparkling with excitement. Min fucking Yoongi got what he deserved and you’re certainly going to savour this moment. “Yoongi, why are you so tensed? What happened to your good mood, darling? Tell me, you know you can confide in your wife,” you tease, riling him up even more. Hands gently brushing away some locks of hair that kept on tickling your neck. You flash the most bubbly smile you’re capable of making, eyes gazing into his.

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“What the fuck is there on your neck?” he hisses out, making you jump on the bed in alarm.

“My neck?” you ask, totally unaware of the hickey. The look on his face sends a cold shiver down your spine. He comes up to you in three large steps. Your body unconsciously moves backwards, but he catches your elbow and forces you to get off the bed. His grip is so tight and forceful that you whimper in pain.

His nails bite into your arm and the sudden jerk makes you plead him to stop “Yoongi, please!”

“Did you let that bastard touch you?” he asks, doing his best to control his shaky voice. A vein on his forearm swells up, slowly changing its colour into a more bluish shade. 

“Did he fuck you?” he spits out through clenched teeth. 

“No, no, he didn’t. Please let me go!” you cry out, doing what you can to wriggle out of his grasp, but he only squeezes you tighter, bringing you close to his torso. Your eyes meet for what seems to be like an eternity. He looks hurt. You cannot believe in all of that. You want to look away, but he cups your chin with the other hand, forcing you to look him directly in the eyes. Does he actually care about you?

He whispers dryly, “You’re now going to fucking tell me what happened in that stinking office and you’re going to give me even the smallest details. Do you understand, or do you want me to repeat?” 

You nod in response, deciding that perhaps now it’s not the time to carry on with the teasing. “Fine, you fucking psycho. I sweet-talked the guy and he took me to his office, hoping to get laid, I presume. When we were alone I teased him a little and…” you hesitate for a moment, thinking about the best way of saying things out loud, but Yoongi doesn’t appreciate this pause and rushes you to proceed with the answer, “And what?” he blurts out. 

“I can’t fucking believe it. Nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing. I let him kiss me once or twice and then I asked him for a drink. He nibbled at my neck one last time, probably leaving the hickey, and then got up with his ass to take care of the booze. For both of us. I was lucky, because he announced that he has to take a piss. I used my chance and I poured some shit into his drink. He gulped the entire thing at one go, so it didn’t take too long before he was sleeping on the couch like a fucking baby. What else do you wanna know? Eh? Is that detailed enough for you?” you’re almost breathless when you’re done with the story. Yoongi’s piercing gaze makes you feel anxious. What the fuck is wrong with him… You wish you could disappear from this place. His grip loosens a bit, but still, he’s so close that you can feel his hot breath on your cheek. He’s not that tensed anymore, as if a weight was lifted from his heart. 

“Is that supposed to convince me, Baby doll?” the tone of his voice slightly changes, “You’d have to try a little harder.” He smirks, mockingly. You suddenly miss the view from a couple of minutes ago. Insecure and jealous Yoongi is better than that cocky ass. Wait a minute… Is he really jealous? You are determined to check it now. 

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“Actually, you can think what you want. Maybe he fucked me senseless on his fancy desk, maybe he didn’t. Who knows?” you smile playfully, “You have no way of telling.” Your words are like a red rag to a bull for Yoongi who must have run out of patience by now. He pushes you and then you land on the bed, completely bewildered. 

“What the fuck, Yoongi?” you snap at him, propping yourself on the elbows.

“If you are so unwilling to cooperate I, as your husband, feel compelled to examine the things personally,” he informs you while placing his knees on the bed. 

You want to pull both of your knees to your chest but he forcefully grasps your thighs in order to spread them. You blush, embarrassed and furious at the same time. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”, hands on his shoulders in an attempt to push him off you. 

“I know a very efficient way of checking your faithfulness, darling. Just don’t fucking move for a moment. Could you, Baby doll?” he questions, tenderly. 

You want to punch him, but he grasps your hand and pulls you in for a kiss. You forget to breathe for a moment, obviously caught off guard. Unlike the first time, he is very rough and pushes his tongue inside your mouth, without waiting for your consent. His tongue expertly swirls around yours and then he seductively nibbles on your lower lip. He purrs softly, vibrations making you shiver in response. He’s very passionate, the tip of his tongue playfully rolls over yours. You melt into the kiss, mentally cursing Yoongi. Your arms are awkwardly spread on the sheets. What are you supposed to do? Hug him back? You are torn. He can’t possibly get to know how much you are enjoying this. Oh lord, but you’ve been itching to have him do dirty things to you for so long that you can’t take it anymore. His kisses are gradually getting more sloppy and desperate. A hand experimentally sneaking under your dress to fondle with the soft flesh of your thigh. His hand is so cold that it makes you squeak. Yoongi smirks into the kiss. He caresses your inner thigh in a circular movement, light strokes barely touching your skin, yet you involuntarily spread your thighs even wider. He takes that as an invitation and confidently pushes his entire finger into your tight pussy. You groan in pleasure, hands now roaming his body. He muffles your desperate moan with the kiss, but pulls away shortly after. You look at him through half-lidded eyes, totally gone at this point. 

“Baby doll, you’re so tight I seriously doubt that ‘he fucked me senseless’ option” he whispers breathily, lips brushing your earlobe and then he tugs at it with his teeth eliciting a whimper from you. He hooks his finger inside you, moving it in and out of your pussy. Your stomach clenches each and very time he hits the back walls of your vagina. You’re still a bit too dry for such a violent penetration, but he doesn’t seem to care at all and keeps going with sharp, deep strokes. His long finger goes all up inside you and then he puts his thumb on the very tip of your clit, brushing it gently. This is the exact moment when you lose all self-control and jerk your hips, wantonly fucking yourself on his finger. Strangled moans escape your lips as he goes on with the rubbing on this extremely sensitive organ while fingering you. He is in so deep that you can feel this familiar pressure just underneath your belly button. It hurts but you want it to be this way. He’s so violent and unforgiving. You raise your head a little and then you meet his piercing dark eyes, clouded with lust and anger. You look away, sheepishly. Face blushing all shades of red as you close your eyes, not being able to bear that intense gaze. He notices your insecurity and fondly rests his forehead on yours. You’re a bit stunned for a moment, obviously surprised at the affectionate gesture. Right then, he inserts a second finger and you arch your hips to help him a little. He smiles softly, so unlike his usual eat-shitting grin. He fingers you so well that soon enough you can hear these wet, sloppy sounds of your slit getting fucked. You’re sure that by now his finger and hand must be covered with your juices. You’re short of breath, wriggling underneath him as you chase your orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around his finger. Just when you’re about to climax, Yoongi withdraws his finger and leaves your pussy clenching around thin air, hips jerking desperately into void. 

You try to grab him and force him to continue as he gets off the bed, but you can’t reach him. Your heart is pounding so loudly that you’re afraid he might actually hear it. In silence, he languidly moves in the direction of the door, which pushes you almost on the verge of tears. You call out his name, voice all shaky, “Yoon… Yoongi!” No response, though. You stand up from the bed, legs trembling as you go after him. You stumble and almost collapse, gripping his shoulders at the last moment and clinging to him in a needy way. You’re afraid to speak because of the lump that formed in your throat. You dig your nails into his back, swallowing a sob. Is he going to leave just like that? He reaches for the doorknob and locks the door. A shiver runs down your spine. 

“What are you doing, Baby doll?” he questions and exhales sharply. 

Then, he places his hands on yours, caressing them tenderly and turns around, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

He purrs softly into your ear “I had to lock the door, I’ve been waiting for too long for this to let anybody disturb us.”

“Fuck you, Yoongi. Seriously, fuck you!” you press your knotted fists into his chest, angry at yourself for losing your cool. 

He abruptly pushes you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head and sucking the skin of your neck into his mouth. He sucks and nibbles at the sensitive flesh, as if trying to cover the place of the unfortunate hickey with his own mark. Suddenly, he stops and carefully examines the outcome, frowning his eyebrows. 

He cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him, “You better listen now, Baby doll. It was the fucking last time you let anybody touch you, apart from me. Are we clear?” You swallow hard. 

“Are we clear?” he repeats enraged and irritated with your lack of response. You simply nod absent-mindedly, staring at his wet lips. He hikes up your dress, ass and pussy on display, and grasps your leg to hook it around his waist. He starts grinding against your wetted core. Your hips rocking in unison. He pants heavily, lips hungrily looking for yours. He sets up a steady rhythm and you do your best to roll your hips together with him. 

“Baby… Baby I need you naked, so badly,” he murmurs, his hands finding their way under your dress, stroking your back and rolling up the material even higher. Seconds later, he simply rips off your dress, taking in the view of your naked body. 

He grunts, satisfied, “It’s even better than I imagined, and believe me, I had high expectations.” Your ears burn with embarrassment at his blunt words. “Has he been imagining things with me?” you think to yourself, digesting what he has just told you. He takes a step back and you find it hard to stand on your own, without his body pressed to yours. He ogles your perfect figure, slowly unbuttoning the white shirt. You haven’t noticed it before, but now the wall feels so unpleasantly cold that you really wish he was closer again, petting your skin and warming you up. With shaky hands you reach for the buttons. He smiles. 

“I wanted to fuck you so roughly you’d never even think about looking at another guy but if you continue being so cute I doubt I’ll be able to do that, Baby,” he whispers in a low voice, leaving the buttons for you and hastily unbuckling his leather belt. 

“Rough or gentle, as long as you make me cum I don’t really care,” you flat-out state your eagerness which makes him chuckle again. 

Finally, you take off his shirt, admiring his torso and perfect stomach and then you help him get rid of the trousers. You gaze down, eyes glued to his boxers that are drenched with pre-cum. You reach for the waistband, not being able to hold back anymore, freeing his cock from the irritating material. His breath hitches when he feels the cold air on his rock-hard cock. 

“Oh fuck Yoongi,” you instinctively press your thighs together when you lay eyes on his erected penis. 

“Yes, baby doll?” he hums softly, pushing you against the wall again and squeezing your ass with all his force. You bite back a moan, unexpectedly wrapping your palm around his shaft. He loves this and encourages you to go on, gently stroking your hair, “Baby doll, you know… Ahh,” he stutters when you grab his balls with the other hand, massaging them lightly while still jerking him off. He takes a deep breath and continues in a strangled voice, “Do you have any idea, how much I’ve always wanted you to do it for me?” The sinful whisper makes your head feel dizzy. His penis is so slick that your hand easily goes up and down his entire length. Then, you start twirling your finger around the head of his penis. At first slowly and sensually but then you go faster and faster and you can literally feel him throbbing. His knees buckle.

 “You have to stop, now,” he orders, weakly trying to push your hands away.

“Do you really want me to stop? I thought you wanted it oh so badly,” you tease, biting on his collarbones. 

He is so riled up and needy at this point that he violently turns you around and forces you to bend down with your ass high up in the air, hands resting on the wall for support. 

“Sure, but there is something I wanted even more… Can you guess what it is, Baby doll?” he mutters, positioning himself and placing one hand on your hip. 

You can feel as he brushes your clit with the tip of his erection and you moan so loud, pushing your ass back into his erected member. He digs his nails into your hip and you writhe underneath him because of the stinging sensation that makes your body shudder. You lift your ass wantonly and accidentally graze his dick with your soaking wet cunt. 

“Can you fucking stay still, fuck…,” he pleads through clenched teeth. 

“Can you fucking get inside already?!” you start grinding him with your ass to get him going and then he shoves his cock inside you, freezing for a moment to calm down his throbbing member. 

Your tight entrance swallows his entire length and his body goes all tense. You cry out his name, begging for more. He takes a couple of deep breaths and then begins moving in a steady rhythm. After a while, he slides all out and rams back in, barely being able to contain a throaty moan building up inside him. He repeats the rough movement a couple of times, making you feel light-headed. Once again there is that burning sensation inside your belly, and then suddenly, the grip on your hips becomes even more desperate, bruising them and causing you a bit of pain. 

“Ahh… How can you be so tight? Dammit,” he questions in a weak voice.

 His dick relentlessly pounding into you, hitting the right spot each and every time. The sounds of his hips slamming into your heat and your lewd moans fill the room, making you lose yourself completely. He rotates his hips a little and then rams back in, and you almost hit the wall with your head. 

He growls low in his throat, “Baby doll, I’m gonna cum soon, and you’re going to cum with me.” 

Your body twitches uncontrollably, you would come anyway… It’s not like he has to make any special effort. Your legs are not far from giving out and your vision is blurry. The only thing that you need now is to feel his cum filling your pussy. 

Suddenly, he pleads, “Y/N, please look at me. Please, I need to see your face,” the grip around your waist makes your skin burn, you can already tell how fucking bruised you will be tomorrow. 

You look behind, gazing into his unbelievably handsome face. A drop of sweat pours down his forehead, his cheeks are flushed and lips swollen. “Son of a bitch,” you curse him mentally but you can’t help staring at him. 

He smiles fondly and suddenly begs once again, “Baby doll, give me your hand, I want to touch you, ahh.” 

“Yoongi, mhm…,” you squeak, reaching to his extended arm. 

He holds your hand tightly and with a couple of rough thrusts your pussy starts clenching around his dick, the waves of pleasure run through your body. Yoongi moans a mixture of curse words and your name when he rides out his orgasm, cumming into you. He loses his pace, being totally lost and pounds into you erratically, never letting go of your hand. When both of you come down from your high, he gently pulls out his now limp cock from your cunt and embraces you, both of you sinking to your knees. He sits down on the floor and lets you collapse on him, positioning you between his thighs. He strokes your back helping you to relax after this roller-coaster of emotions. His cum drips down your leg and your body shudders. You’re so tired your eyes involuntarily close on their own. 

The last thing you hear before drifting off in his arms is his soft whisper, “Baby doll, you’re only mine.”

Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 3

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4,623

Warnings: Angst

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

Read: Part 1 l Part 2

A/N: Let’s show this some love guys! 

You stared at the mug that stood in front of you on the coffee table, the hot beverage having gotten cold long ago. What was it again? Jody had offered it to you but you didn’t even remember what you told her, your thoughts were clouding your vision the entire time. You knew Dean was upstairs with Mary, probably talking to her. You didn’t know if he was trying to explain to her what was going on. But if he was you were sure he would have been having a really hard time. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening on the first place yourselves, how could you explain it to a little girl? Gosh, she must have been so confused and maybe scared. That was not the way you wanted it to happen, not that you had ever thought it would, but she was only a little child. How could she take all of this?

You couldn’t even begin to think how Dean would be feeling at the moment either. You knew very well that his emotions just like yours would be mixed. On one hand his brother, the one he loved more than anything, was back from the dead. But on the other hand he was the father of the child he considered as his, the child he raised as his own, and… the man you loved way before him and for much longer.

As far as Sam was concerned, well, the last time you saw him it was on the living room after… Mary called Dean “dad”. You knew that no matter what was going to happen after this, you would never forget the look you saw on the younger Winchester’s face. It was going to hunt not only your days but also your dreams, that much you were sure about. You couldn’t clearly describe it, not entirely. You knew that he was heartbroken but you couldn’t exactly grasp the extend to which he was hurting. You probably didn’t even want to imagine how much he would be suffering at hearing his own child, his first and only child, call another man that was actually his brother her dad.

As that your mind raced back to the moment you opened the door and came face to face with the man you loved more than anything but considered to belong ago dead.


“Sam” you breathed out, your heart leaping to your throat. It came as a statement but not a conscious one, almost like a reflex before you could realize it. Because for all you knew it could be a demon parading in your… boyfriend’s body. Gosh the mere thought felt so foreign all of a sudden.

“H-Hey baby.” his voice sounded a little more hoarse than it usually would but not really different than what you remembered.

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Analysis of Jikook in The SHOW behind BTS

…a.k.a throwback in late 2015 ♥

Hello, sweet Anon! :) I’m sorry I’m doing this just now. I’m not sure what exactly you meant, but I suppose it was this… gosh I’m sorry if I made an entire “analysis” for something completely else. Also I know people noticed these things long ago, but you know, I think good Jikook throwback can’t be bad. Also this is from late 2015 (I think - correct me if I’m wrong) and you know how fond I am about 2015! :D So let’s get on to it.

Jikook here, in “The SHOW” could be described as boyfriends, making up after a fight. The younger does it by circling around the older one, trying hard to make him laugh, reacting to everything he does. The older one does it by torturing poor Seokjin, using him for his weird bursts of affectionate singing and generally making Jungkook pay attention to him. Jimin just tries to look like he doesn’t give a duck, but at the same time he does everything he can just for Jungkook to come near him, so he can ignore him again, looking like cold drama queen. Jeon complies very well and as much as Jimin tries to be cool, Jungkook is more nervous, more goofy and childish than usual. Both of them remind me of me when I used to fight with my crush at high school :D

At first we see Jimin, playing with this “decorative ball” – I don’t know what other name should I give it. Jungkook’s in the back, the second Jimin starts playing with the ball he watches him and quickly figures his next steps.

In next moment he comes near, announcing that “That ball is not that heavy at all!” while smiling sheepishly. Nobody asked you tho, Jungkookie. Jimin seems like he didn’t even hear what Jungkook said. No laughing or smiling reaction, as we’re used to seeing from him. Jungkook’s attempt doesn’t work, so he puts the ball back on the table. (I feel sorry for him :<)

We catch a glimpse of Jungkook (and Jin and Hoseok) practicing Run choreo. Jungkook dances just in front of Jimin all the time – at one point he even comes less than foot away from him. But Jimin does nothing. Complete stone-cold pokerface. Again, it doesn’t have to mean something, but judging by his general attitude not only to Jungkook at other times, but to Jin on the same day (before he and Jungkook ‘made up’ :D) he was most likely pissed at Kookie.

Fast forward to Hobi, delivering water. Jungkook claims that “water from somebody else tastes the best.” These are just screen shots, but he literally turned his head towards Jimin and looked at him, as he said it. Jimin was laughing and smiling just seconds before at Hobi and Tae.

When Jungkook spoke, pokerface appeared again and he looked away. Both him and Jungkook swung their heads down, looking on the floor. JK did not say a thing after that there.

My favorite parts are coming, brace yourself, it’s hilarious. Jin struggle for his life and comfort, as Jimin uses him to make Jungkook jealous and Jungkook to make Jimin laugh. I admire this human, because if it was me, I would be cringing in the corner of room instead of handling it so well in the middle of them.

Jimin hangs out with Jin, talking about Jin’s birthday. Casual Jeon appears, trying to stick himself between the two without much success. So he stands next to Jin, when suddenly Jimin decides to be a little torturous shit to him (and poor Seokjin) and announces he’s gonna sing a song for Jin-hyung.

Jungkook just watches him. I watch Jungkook’s mouth, pressed into thin line (he’s not a fan of this whole situation, obviously.)

Jin stares at the ceiling, expression in his face calling supernatural forces for salvation. No help comes. Jungkook manages to bear whole 15 seconds of Jimin, serenading to Jin, before he interrupts him. “When’s your birthday, hyung?”

What kind of silly and completely obvious question is that? Do you mean you forgot Jin’s birthday, when most likely you all celebrated together and you live with him? It was just few days ago. Anyway he disturbs Jimin’s singing for a second, so this question was a success. Jimin touches Jin’s face, trying to gain his attention. In my opinion, he’s trying too hard. Just let it go, Jimin, Jungkook already *got* your message. Sthob it. But he doesn’t stop, no way.

Jin flinches: “Don’t touch my face!” He pushes Jimin away and explains he hates when people touch his face. Guess who’s hands touch his face the second he says it to support Jimin-hyung and make him laugh? …just guess. Yes. Jungkook’s hands are already touching Seokjin’s face, while he laughs adorably. Jimin was smiling a little before at Jin, but after Jungkook’s action + smile, he’s not smiling. Not until he touches Jin again and smiles again, this time JK left.

Jin and Jimin have this bickering argument about a gift for Jin’s birthday so Jimin decides to sing him a happy birthday song. Seokjin is obviously not very comfortable about all of this and tries to push Jimin away in his funny, non-harming way – throwing sleeves of his jacket around. Then he even pushes Jimin away weakly, while sending him away. Then he pushes him *hardly*, losing his shit. He stares at the camera seriously as he says that he’ll really do something to Jimin. Jimin can’t stop with his singing and clinging to hyung.

Koalest Koala Jimin demands Seokjin to sing him a carol. It’s payback time. Jin starts to sing and cling to Jimin too much to make him uncomfortable, too. Jimin tastes his own medicine as he struggles to get free.

Jimin now sings the carol and looks around, to his left multiple times. I’m not completely sure if he looks at Jungkook but just few moments later, just as they start with the “I LOVE YOU” song, guess who emerges from that direction? JK. Of course it’s Jungkook. He walks like a complete *boss* just in front of the lens of the camera.

Jimin very nonchalantly changes his position, now standing next to Jungkook.

Jungkook announces he made a song, too. Jin asks him what song. “I love you,” answers Kook, very creatively. Anyway they all laugh afterwards.

In the next moment poor baby Seokjin serves as a tool for Jikook, making up. Jimin looks still done with Jungkook, while he hits him with Jin’s arms/sleeves, making weird noises.

Jin complains about hard life of a hyung (I feel you, Kim Seokjin) and Jimin agrees. Jimin, you made him suffer today, you have no right to complain. Anyway Jungkook stops hitting Jimin and walks from behind Jin to see Jimin’s reaction.

Jimin probably decided that Jungkook’s efforts are too cute and it’s enough. He cames up with the message for fans. JK asks him what message and quickly looks down.

There’s like 4 seconds of silence, while Jimin (in my opinion obviously) waits for Jungkook to look him in the eyes. In the second he does that, Jimin sings “I love you.”

Just look at the bunny’s smile. Just look. My heart burst when I saw the way he smiles happily at his hyung’s singing. Finally, Jimin forgave him whatever it was he had to forgive him.

Afterwards, they’re good. Jimin is laughing and smiling again with Jungkook, dancing and fooling around.

To sum it up, they were going through some sort of fight that day, who knows what it was about? But Jimin was just being scary shady Jimin, clinging to Jin to get Jungkook’s attention and Jungkook was following them around, trying to make up with Jiminie-hyung. Thanksgod it had a happy ending.

And for the very end, I’m adding this accurate picture of inner Jimin, satisfied with himself on that day:

Hope you enjoyed, this drained me so much :D Once again: I love 2015. K, bye.

dressesmakemefeelmanly  asked:

Asdfghjkl, your art is aBSOLUTELY precious and aHHH!! Would you mind doing some A1 TsukkiYama. Like a real, genuine hug from the both of 'em. The type of hug that just--asdfghjkl. The hugs that you so dearly want after a long and tiring day? hAHAHA, gosh, I know that was too descriptive but I just really want to see more fanart of these types of hugs (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡

TYSM   (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡

I’m sorry for the late reply! i just finished semester finals about a week ago. I could really use a hug like this but i don’t have a s/o ; u ;

anonymous asked:

hey! I don't want to put down this ship aye I think they are really cute together sometimes but I was just thinking that there may be a kind of culture dissonance when y'all see how touchy they are with each other? Like in some asian cultures (e.g. here) I think like sitting on each other's laps or hugging each other for no reason or even grabbing each other's hands/legs is quite a normal thing between friends, especially teens. Just my two cents!

[ROA]- Really Old Ask

lol nah no biggie, I’m Asian i know where that came from :)

In Asian cultures, it’s totally normal for friends to get involved in skinship. In my country, for instance, we would slap eo’s butts, hug, sleep with eo, even to the extent of groping eo’s boobs (don’t judge!) However, the thing I’d like to point out here is, in Jikook’s case there’s more to it than a mere skinship between friends/close friends, whatever you label them. How do I say this? Sort of like there’s more…feelings involved…

For Jikook, there’s natural connection between them. It’s like their body knows how to react when the other touches them. Their minds are in sync. They know how to work around the other. They’re not just physically attached, but emotionally attached too. EMOTION. That’s what it is.

this whole Vlive was sketchy af, from the moment Jungkook came in till the end. (chose this gif out of million other gifs bc look at Jungkook’s hand. Seems like he wanted to place it on Jimin’s waist where it should be haha)

The trillion times Jikook leave other members just to be with eo. the kind of content I absolutely adore, bc they don’t have to be touching for you to see that they’re genuine-whatever relationship they have.

The touches…

The way Jungkook looks at Jimin and smiles…

The way Jungkook takes notice of what Jimin is, and could be doing…The way they know eo like the back of their hands, the way they care so much bout the other…

PLUS! their actions are somewhat calculated. If you observe them closely, you would notice that most often than not, when they’re continents away from each other, it’s almost as if they don’t know one another. There would be very little to no interactions between them. When they DO interact, it’s like all the pent up frustrations are being let out. Jungkook and Jimin would go full blast and touch eo like there’s no tomorrow. Besides, some of the skinship they do lie beyond supposed boundary..and we must bear in mind that even if they’re close friends, there’s still that hyung-dongsaeng boundary between them.By right Jungkook needs to treat Jimin as how he treats other hyungs. (tho Jungkook has crossed it long long time ago) 

Their relationship isn’t just fanservice, isn’t skinship alone. The love I have for them isn’t solely based on skinship that they deliver everytime they’re together. The things I love about them can’t simply be put into words. Gosh i’m emo I love them…so much.

Progress update!

Good day all!

We have been getting a lot of questions about how far we are with the game, so I figured it was time for a little sit-down.

First things first, we have officially started play testing our engine.  This has turned out about exactly as one would think.

School, real life, new employment opportunities, a few engagements/marriages, enough drama to entertain an army of stay at home parents, and just a gosh darn plethora of other things have done their best to sink this glorious project.  I won’t lie and say that it has been easy.  When we started this project so long ago, nobody really had any idea what they were doing.  Now, thankfully, we have the experience to admit that we don’t know what we are doing.

The predictable result of all of this is that the project has definitely gone slower than anybody in the process has really wanted.  This has been compounded with the fact that most of the coveted dating sim projects we have come to love have thrown in the towel.

We here at the UDS would love to take a moment to thank how patient 99% of you have been with us (you know who you are).  We are currently working on a way to actually communicate on how the production is going.  I’m thinking either a progress page or maybe even weekly patch notes.  Who knows.

I do know that by the end of this, I will probably be unable to look at any of these characters in a good light ever again.  I just spent 30 minutes trying to figure out why Toriel would disappear instead of laughing.

Hope everybody has a great afternoon, and stay tuned for more news in the near future!  I’m diving back in.

Yuu and Mika made me remember for some reason, heh this long ass series everybody forgot about a long time ago, Kyou kara Maou!
Yuuri and Wolfram were precious lill dorks, an interesting, accidentally engaged couple 

with an adopted daughter who ships her daddies hard, she actually 
NAMED THE SHIP XD (episode 83)

Ohh the nostalgia… deserves a remembering post :3
aaww the overprotective jealous Wolfram… always good recipe for some silly humor :DDD ..Yuuri is also called yuu-chan by mommy, gosh so many stuff to trigger my memory :D Hahaha and all the FUUUN all over not just the ship… but the ship, lol… 
as this:

quickly turned into this:

as silly Wolfram fell hard like a meteorite XDD
ah all the joy. May Yuuram live happily ever after and adopt even more children :) they are such nice parents already, maturity will help what they lack :D 


anonymous asked:

Wow you literally remember 1991? That's so weird to me, I was born the year The Phantom Menace came out :') Gosh I feel soo young now hahaha

LOL well I’m glad to have made you feel youthful…because if you were born in 1999, you most assuredly are youthful. ;) 

And yes, I do indeed remember 1991. Twas a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…but I was there! 

Sorry, can I use your shower?

Originally posted by mybuckygoes

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Excessive fluff???, a few swear words

Word count: 1918

A/N- Some of you may have seen this story before. I wrote it a while ago on a side blog that I used to run. I wanted to transition my writing onto a main blog so I’m going to repost it here to get my account some more recognition! Don’t worry I’m not steling anyone else’s work :) enjoy

Summary: Your shower stops working at the end of a very long day. You are forced to ask your next door neighbor, who happens to be the winter soldier, to bathe in his apartment. Fluff ensues.

Your POV

 The door to your apartment creaked open as you entered and you slammed it shut behind you with your foot.You placed the four groccery bags in your hand onto the kitchen counter and headed straight for the bathroom. Today had been a very long day and you were in very desperate need of a shower.
Working in customer service isn’t exactly the most stress free job. People are rude to you even though you did not cause the laptop they were going to buy to increase $30 in price from yesterday. The hot water and lavender smelling soap would solve everything, so you striped naked and grabbed a towel out of the cabinet under the sink.

As you slung your towel over the wall of the shower, you reached inside to turn it on. A loud hissing noise emitted from the shower head as you turned the knob. No water came out, it just kept hissing. You turned the shower off and proceeded to bang your head against the shower wall. This is not what you needed right now.

Naked and frustrated, you put on your robe and securely tied the ribbon around your waist. Tugging your Y/H/C hair into a bun-like-mess, you stomped through your living room and out the front door.

“I’m going to take this fucking shower if it kills me”

You turned to the door of your closest neighbor and marched down the hall. You knocked on the door and waited for whoever lived there to answer you, trying not to think about the fact that it is nighttime and you are walking around your apartment building in a robe.

Your neighbor came to the door and looked relatively flustered to see you standing there in only a robe with some sort of frustrated scowl on your face. You smiled up at the man. He was very handsome with shoulder length dark hair and striking blue eyes. It was surprising that you had never noticed him around the building before.

Bucky’s POV

Steve and I were in the middle of watching an episode of Bob’s Burgers on netflix when a relatively aggressive knock sounded at my front door. I looked over at Steve and rolled my eyes.

“You didn’t order a pizza without telling me so you could pick the toppings again, did ya?”

“Nah not this time Buck, I swear”

He smirked at me mockingly and I rolled my eyes again, but got up to answer the door. I strode through and kitchen and to the front of my apartment preparing to tell whoever it was to fuck off when I realised it was my neighbor from down the hall.

But not just any neighbor. This was the neighbor I had been obsessing about since she moved in just over 2 months ago. I just never gathered enough courage to actually speak to her. She was absolutely beautiful, and charming in the way that she walked and I was captivated since the first time I saw her.
I looked down and realised that she was only covered in a robe and immediately lost any words that I could’ve thought to say.

“Hey, I know it’s late and I don’t mean to interrupt you if you’re in the middle of anything but you see, I had a really long day and I’m so tired and then my shower wasn’t working.Oh my gosh and we don’t even know each other’s names; I’m Y/N by the way; and now I’m just rambling. What I meant to say was: Sorry, can I use your shower?

Flustered I looked at her and then behind me inside of my home and managed to get out the word “sure” and let her inside.

I led her inside and closed the door behind us. Steve looked up from the TV when he heard me talking to someone. He raised an eyebrow at me when he spotted Y/N walking in front of me. He knew about my little crush and was always pressuring me to gather enough courage to talk to her. He shot me a look that clearly said now is your chance, you jerk and then turned back around to continue watching his show.

I rolled my eyes behind his back and began to lead Y/N to the bathroom.

“Oh I’m Bucky, I don’t think I told you my name out there. It’s nice to officially meet you Y/N”

I was practically shaking but I finally spoke to her. She looked at me and smiled big.

“It’s nice to meet you Bucky. Thanks for letting me use your shower. Today has been quite a mess for me and I really need to bathe”  

Her tone was light and airy I grinned. This was going well.

I continued to lead her to the bathroom and once we got there I showed her how to operate the shower.

“Yeah you just have to pull the knob out and then twist it counterclockwise. The water is a comfortable temperature right around here. Sorry about all this, you know how touchy showers can be”

She laughed and nodded her head in agreement.
“Oh don’t I know it. Thanks for everything Bucky. I won’t be long and then I’ll be out of your hair”

She touched my arm as she said this and my skin tingled. I nodded at her and smiled as I left her to shower.

I walked back into the living room and tried not to draw Steve’s attention. He knew how much I adored her and he was sure to make a big deal about all of this. I only talked about my cute neighbor from down the hall all the damn time.
Steve didn’t say anything obnoxious for the first few minutes after I sat down, but then he couldn’t control himself anymore. He looked over at me and just smirked before he said something that only Steve would think to say at a time like this.

“Sorry to say this pal but she’s way out of your league”

“Steve, I already figured that out”

“You should definitely ask her out” He smirked at me but I could tell he was serious.

“You just said that she was out of my league”

“Buck, that doesn’t mean you can’t ask her out. I know how much you like her” I rolled my eyes at this.

“But wouldn’t that be weird. We’ve never even talked before today. I don’t know Steve, I’d be kinda devastated if she said no”

“Oh come on Buck, when have you ever been one to be shy around the ladies?”

“Since I genuinely like one of them” Now it was Steve’s turn to roll his eyes at me.

“Just think about it”

We were both so caught up in our conversation that we didn’t hear the shower turn off a few minutes back and the bathroom door slowly open as Y/N listened to us talk about her.

Your POV

The hot water did wonders for your nerves, but determined to keep your promise to Bucky you made your shower short and was finished in a matter of minutes. The towel he laid out for you was soft and you dried your hair and body quickly before putting your robe back on.

You could hear voices from down the hall and curiously opened the door to the bathroom as quietly as possible and crept down the hall a little so that you could hear the voices clearer.You weren’t aware that Bucky had a friend over which made you tug the robe around your body a little tighter.

“You just said that she was out of my league” Bucky said, sounding kind of annoyed.

“Buck, that doesn’t mean you can’t ask her out. I know how much you like her” Were they talking about you? You had only met him today. Not that you would be upset about seeing Bucky around more. The thought of going out with him actually made heat rise to your cheeks. He was very handsome and very sweet.

“But wouldn’t that be weird. We’ve never even talked before today. I don’t know Steve, I’d be kinda devastated if she said no” Yup, they were talking about you.

“Oh come on Buck, when have you ever been one to be shy around the ladies?”

“Since I genuinely like one of them”

“Just think about it”

You smiled big at this and waited a few seconds to make your presence known. You then walked into the living area and cleared your throat.

“Hey Bucky, I’m all finished in there. Thanks again for everything. I hope I didn’t interrupt your evening”

“Don’t worry about it Y/N. It was no trouble really”

“I’ve got to be going then” You told him hoping that he would stand to walk you out.

“I’ll walk you back to your door, if that’s alright” You nodded your head and he followed you out of the living room.

As you walked next to him down the hallway, you felt yourself gravitate towards him and you realised that he was probably too nervous to ask you out like you had hope he would. This one would be up to you. Every now and again you brushed your arm against his “accidentally” and smiled to yourself. Finally you reached your door. You both looked at each other for a few seconds before speaking.

“I was wondering-” You both said in unison but quickly cut yourselves off and smiled. Bucky motioned for you to go first, while blushing.

“Well, I was just wondering if maybe you’d want to go out sometime. Maybe we can grab some coffee tomorrow. I’m buying” His blush spread all throughout his face.

“Yeah I would love to Y/N” he managed to stammer out while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Okay great, how does 9:30 sound?”

“Good” He responded seemingly in a daze.

“Alright well I’ll see you tomorrow morning then” you said and squeezed his hand. He waved as he turned to walk down the hallway. But suddenly he spun around as if he forgot something.

“Wait, would it be completely inappropriate if I kissed you right now?” You shook your head at him, took a few steps forward, and wound your arms around his neck. He bent down to kiss you and carefully placed one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek.

You pulled him closer to you and heard him sigh happily into the kiss. You both pulled away simultaneously, breathless and blushing. He gently took your hand and raised it to his lips and left a ghost of a kiss there.

Bucky’s POV

As I walked away from her down the hallway my confidence swelled so I turned to look at her.

“Until tomorrow” I said softly and winked at her before heading inside my apartment and sliding my back down the door. I rested on the ground for awhile before getting up and heading towards my bedroom with a big smile on my face.

“So I’ll assume that went well” Steve smirked as I walked passed him.
But all I could think to say was “I’m going to marry that girl someday”

NCT 127 reaction to you hugging them for 5 minutes straight.

Anonymous said:May I request NCT127s reaction to you just going up to them and hugging them for like 5 minutes straight because you’re feeling down and you just need like a really good hug from them? Thank you so much

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Taeyong: He gives you a little cute shove after. You: “Sorry I’m just feeling really down.” Him: “Hey, cheer up.”

Originally posted by jehyoon

Jaehyun: After your done hugging him from feeling down, he makes you nervous, by getting close to you. You swore you thought he was gonna lowkey flirt with you. You back up, your pupils grow large. Him: “What? I was just gonna ask do you feel better now.”

Originally posted by nctech

Taeil: He just continues to do what he’s doing. He doesn’t even budge or even look and see who’s hugging him. He knows it you, so he doesn’t trip.

Originally posted by chokemewinwin

Yuta: He’s smiling too hard. He don’t care if it was 2 minutes or 40 seconds. You still hugged him, making him all squishy and shy inside.

Originally posted by taetohan

Winwin: He started to get real sweaty around the waist from being nervous . You: “Gosh, I don’t know if I caused that or…” Him: *Quick Response* “NO….I went running not to long ago. You: “In the cold….”

Originally posted by nicolexleeee

Johnny: Him: “Do you feel better now?” You: “Yeah, I’m gonna do this more often, I felt so much relief by that.” Him: *Gets all shy and happy*

Originally posted by nctinfo

Doyoung: He thinks this is a sign that you like him, but after your done hugging him, you make sure to tell him the reason why you hugged him for so long and not to think nothing of it.

Originally posted by zeusmayo

Mark: The members won’t stop talking about it. They tease him 24/7 about it, even though he keeps telling them your reason and how he didn’t think nothing of it. But they wonder why he always smile when it’s brought up, they won’t stop teasing till he confesses.

Originally posted by nctmark

Haechan: Him: “Well If I’m feeling down, I’m gonna come to you for comfort.” You: “Sure no problem, we’ll be comfort buddies, I’m here whenever you need me.” *Walks away* Him: *Fake cry* “Comfort buddy, I’m feeling down.”

Originally posted by nakamotens

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I request a scenario where Todoroki is comforting his fem/so because she's scared of thunder? Btw I luv ur blog ❤️

Oh gosh anon this is so Ouran XD are you a fan? Cause I am

I hope you enjoy my attempt of a scenario, thanks for requesting darling. And I’m SOSOOSOS SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG I’m taking my mid-term exams and having quite a stressful time D:

Todoroki couldn’t sleep. No, it wasn’t because of lingering worries. No, neither because of the loud storm outside. It was just the fact he wasn’t used to being away from his own house, his own bed. Ever since the whole class had moved into UA about a week ago, sleeping had become quite a task for him. He had tried to make the new bedroom look as similar as his own but apparently it wasn’t enough. He still couldn’t properly sleep.

He stood up from his bed, rubbing his eyes, tired of worthlessly changing positions and turning around his pillow. Maybe he could try to get a glass of milk or something, perhaps there was some at the common room’s fridge. It was worth a shot, right? After all, he had nothing better to do, and there was nothing to lose.

However, as he reached the hall, he heard quite a weird noise that almost made him lose his breath.

“Just the wind” he convinced himself, trying to be rational “We are still at UA, we are safe”

He couldn’t see where he was going, the room was pitch black, since he was afraid turning on the lights would wake up his classmates. So he basically bumped onto every piece of furniture in the room until he tried to reach the fridge. There was no milk. Great.

But just as disappointment was about to win over boredom, he heard a desperate, panicked shriek coming from the mere darkness.

He almost let out a shriek himself.

Almost by instinct, his first reaction was to run, either away from the danger or towards it to fight. He didn’t even know where the noise had came from, so he didn’t know where he was heading really. He asked who’s there multiple times before he started to consider it may had been his imagination. But as he was about to believe his own lies, he bumped into a new something across the hallway.

Or, rather than a something, a someone

“Who’s this??” he grabbed the mysterious someone by the shoulders, trying to guess their identity and failing, since he really couldn’t see. But not even the loud rain and thunders from outside, could make him not recognize that voice:


He deadpanned, relief not being enough to soothe the shock.

“[name]??” he asked, trying to let his eyes get used to darkness, but getting little to no result “is that you??”

“Y-yes” why did your voice tremble so much? “sorry to d-disturb you” he realized it wasn’t just your voice trembling, but your whole body.

“Are you ok?” he asked, letting go of your shoulders in case you felt uncomfortable “what are you doing here?”

If there was a secret buried deep inside Todoroki’s chest, it was his feelings for you. He knew he was just a good friend in your eyes, no more, no else. But he couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach whenever you were together. And right then, in the middle of the gloomy darkness, it was no exception.

That’s why he couldn’t take seeing you in distress, and that’s why he almost freaked out as soon as he realized you were crying.

“I…I know this sounds weird b-but…could you p-please stay with me?”

And, being it a curse or a miracle, you tightly hugged him, burying your face onto his chest.

“But, [name]” he tried to comfort you, awkwardly stroking your back, not exactly knowing what to do “what happened? what’s wro…”

A loud, deafening thunder interrupted him, and you immediately sunk your face deeper onto his body. Todoroki deadpanned, his eyes widening as realization suddenly hit him.

You were scared of thunder.

“Please don’t leave!” you cried, terrified “please!”

He hugged you tighter, embracing you so that your ears were protected from such hazardous noises, and fondly pressing his lips onto your hair.

“Don’t worry” he whispered “I wasn’t planning on leaving you”

You stayed like that for a while, waiting for your breathing to ease and your heartbeat to calm. But, as yours began to get slower, Todoroki’s began to get faster! He couldn’t believe he was so close to you. Of course, you two had hugged multiple times before, but somehow it felt so intimate right then, with the rain humming in the background and the darkness hiding you from the world.

Hearing you cry was unbelievably painful, he kind of thanked the dark from hiding your tears from him since he knew that image would destroy his heart. But now, since you were calmer, he really wished he could see your lovely face.

“[name]?” he called your name, tugging some of your messy hair strands behind your ear as he pulled away “are you feeling better?”

You nodded, but the flash of a sudden lighting illuminated you for a second, and he could clearly see you were still distressed.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for bothering you” you mumbled, taking his hand so that you wouldn’t lose him in the dark “I came here to see if I found someone to spend some time with me…and I’m really glad it was you”

This time, he had to thank the darkness for hiding the blush on his cheeks.

“I’m glad to help” of course he was, he was a hero, after all. A hero, and a rather love-struck teenager “do you want to return to your room? It’s late, tomorrow we have gym class and…”

“I don’t want to go back alone, I’m still scared” you begged, quite embarrassed “I know we aren’t aloud to go to other’s rooms at night, but…”

“Do you want me to stay here with you?” His bluntness, and the gentle patience in his voice surprised you. You nodded. “Well, then I’ll stay”

As he tangled his fingers with yours and guided you towards the sofa, you wouldn’t stop voicing complaints about not wanting to bother him. To which he just answered he really didn’t mind (not to mention he was actually ecstatic). He sat down, thinking you would sit besides him and try to sleep. Wrong. You sat ON TOP of him, and hid your FACE under his SHIRT.

He almost dies.

“[name], get out of there” he said, as less awkwardly as he possibly could “there’s no need to be afraid”

“I’m sorry” you whispered, peeking at him, your eyes finally getting used to the darkness and being able to differ the silhouette of his face. He looked worried “I’m such a cry baby”

“No, you are not” he said, laying down on the sofa, and gathering the courage to pull you down against him “we are all scared of something”

“But-” again, a thunder interrupted you and you almost let out a shout… if Todoroki hadn’t covered your mouth with his hand.

“Shhh, calm down, it’s alright” he moved his body so that you were resting side by side, facing, with way to little space between your faces “I’m here”

And then, very gently, he proceeded to cover your ears with both of his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, and still trusting darkness to cover the redness of his face. It didn’t. You could totally see him now, as well as he could see you. You were staring into each other’s eyes deeply with the excuse of blinding darkness, pretending it was a mere coincidence when it really wasn’t.

When the next thunder echoed and brought to your throat yet another scream, this time Todoroki didn’t had free hands to cover your mouth. So he unthinkingly did what his instincts insisted: he shut you up with his own lips.

It wasn’t really a kiss, since the moment he realized what he was doing, he chickened and stopped any motion. He just stood there, frozen, pressing his lips onto yours with his eyes wide open, staring at your shocked reaction. Apparently, improvisation worked: you were miraculously beginning to calm down.

How you fell asleep after that, he doesn’t quite remember. Since, apparently now that you were there with him it was easier for him to doze off too…

The next morning, when class A entered the common room to have some breakfast, they were very much surprised by what they found lying on the sofa. Giggles and whispers were heard, and by the time Todoroki woke up to find you between his arms, it was already too late….let’s just say he had to untag himself from lots of pictures on social media….

anyway i was going through the manga again for no particular reason and here are some of my favorite panels

this is mostly Bakugou b/c i’m biased

can we just appreciate Aizawa’s face here

he looks like such an exasperated father who is so fucking done with these kids


Iida what are you doing


is that a tiny little teardrop

save them

my favorite detail about this panel is that his hair looks twice as spikey than usual

he scream

Bakugou you little shit

i love you

idk i just like how Bakugou is drawn here

i love Aizawa

what a good teacher… what a good dad……..

this panel is just…. so funny to me

you have no control here Bakugou you’re gonna be protected whether you like it or not

this is just a really well drawn Bakugou

someone described Bakugou here as looking like a deeply insulted pomeranian and i think that has got to be my favorite description of Bakugou ever

on one hand, i’m like “Bakugou, don’t taunt the villain while you’re literally held captive in his base and surrounded by other villains” but on the other hand i’m like “i love you so much you little shit”

All Might sees through your denial, my boy

this is just…. a really cute panel ok

he looks so round and soft

oh my gosh i never noticed that Tiger protected Ragdoll with his body here…………….

aaaawwwwww look at Bakugou be all worried about All Might 

awwww look at Bakugou be all in denial again

so i just wanted to point out the similarities here between this panel of Bakugou with his parents and this doodle Horikoshi posted on his twitter a while ago 


Hypno : “ I want to thank you all. For having given me a chance. It means the world to me.

I was very afraid of people and pokemon’s reactions when I created this blog ! I needed help with my pokedex but the thought … of scared eyes … Hatred messages because of my species… I almost didn’t sign up.

Thank you for helping me on my quest and sending me asks to know me more ! It is … Oh gosh golly ! I am tearing up ! Haha ! 

Thank you. With all my heart. Thank you. “


I rushed it a bit and messed some things and I don’t know how to fix it but I gave up long ago so yeah ! =w =“

Thank to anons, @nihilagis, @kaijulover142 and @occassional-sylveonbrothers for your messages !

Featuring @occassional-sylveonbrothers and Anon !

  • Sasuke: Shut up, you're useless.
  • SS Fans: Well I mean he's right there's nothing Sakura can do right now, he's just being blunt
  • Sasuke: Naruto, they're a burden, you should have just left them to die
  • SS Fans: Sasuke is right, they have to save the world even if it hurts him so much to make that choice :( / Sasuke's lying, he just doesn't want Kaguya to see that he cares about Sakura so she won't attack her! / He's just tsundere!
  • Sasuke: But thanks to that [the vest] I made it. But not you. I did it on my own.
  • Naruto: Did you thank Sakura and Obito for saving you?
  • Sasuke: Who gives a shit just focus on the goddess trying to kill everyone
  • SS Fans: Aw he's such a tsundere :)
  • Naruto: Sasuke! Save Sakura!
  • Sasuke: ....... -no intention to save her-
  • -Kakashi saves Sakura-
  • Sasuke: What the fuck how did HE get Susanoo?! A perfect one at that!
  • Sakura: I love you! Maybe romantically or platonically idk, which one Kishimoto-sama?
  • Sasuke: GOD you're annoying, I'm going to trap you in an illusion where I kill you so you'll shut up
  • Kakashi: She just wanted to save you, she's not even interested in going out with you anymore
  • SS Fans: Shut the fuck up Kakashi you don't know shit
  • Sasuke: What, is she having fun daydreaming about love? I just don't care about her love for me, I never have and she should have stopped a long time ago because I've NEVER been interested
  • Sasuke: Naruto, you're the only person I care about so that's why I have to kill you, you're my best friend, my only bond
  • Sasuke: -flashbacks of Team 7-
  • Sasuke: I think of Team 7, Sakura included, as a FAMILY