touch me over here

I’d like to point out that Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, the boy who so adamantly tried to convince everyone that he had no connection to Peko Pekoyama whatsoever, ran like a fucking bullet to her side the very minute he saw her in pain. 

He didn’t wait to come to her in secret and let someone else take care of her. He didn’t even downplay how emotional he was. He held her tightly despite the entire class being in full view of them. He threw away any secrecy without a second thought. He couldn’t handle the thought of anyone harming her, and leaving her side would not be an option for him.

Peko might be his protectorate, but Fuyuhiko would do the exact same for her given any chance. They would both sacrifice anything before harm came to the other. They have a deep bond that revolves around the both of them loving each other more than they love themselves and wanting to support each other no matter what. 

The both of them may have trouble expressing their emotions verbally, very understandably so, but their actions speak volumes and I think that’s a beautiful thing. 

magikspidey  asked:

29, 49 and 59!!!

lol Thank you again Ginelle! I’m really truly glad that you like these! It’s a really cool feeling when people actually like my writing. :)

“Come over here and make me.”

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” 

“How do I even put up with you?” 

You just want all the fluffy sexual tension, huh??? ;)

WARNING: swearing (the usual) and…possibly nsfw stuffs???…idk man, I haven’t decided yet. (Note: I’m halfway through writing this and I can confirm that yes, I did decide and this is now definitely smut. You can’t make a character say “make me” and not have it escalate! You just can’t! It’s not possible!)

I wanna put a gif with this so I’m gonna! 

Originally posted by hot-as-f

*nigahiga voice* teehee XD

It’s 10pm. I’ve been waiting on the Parker couch with May for four hours. Peter invited me to dinner, but never showed so I ate with his aunt. She had wine for dinner. I ate the stir fry she’d prepared. She broke out the bottle of wine three and a half hours ago, once she realized Peter wasn’t coming back, then spent the next three hours complaining about work. She let me have one small glass and finished the rest of the bottle in under an hour. She’s been passed out for about 30 minutes now. Peter still hasn’t come back.

I wander around the room and stop to look at the photos on the shelves. Peter hasn’t told me much about his family, but I can recognize his parents and there are a few photos of May and a guy who I think is Peter’s Uncle Ben, but I don’t know much about him. Peter mentioned him once, but then he barely spoke for the next few hours, so I haven’t brought it up again.

I grab my plate and take it over to the stove to get more food since I left the burner on low.

I’m a few steps from the stove when there’s a loud crash from Peter’s room.

I groan and set my plate in the sink then walk over to his room and open the door.

I’m not surprised when I find him in the skin tight red and blue suit with his back to me revealing the large red emblem on his back.

“Hi Spider-Man.”

He spins around and throws his right arm out ahead of him. I’m thrown backward and pinned against the wall by what looks like long strands of chewed white gum, but feels like hot glue with the strength of tightly bound metal chains.

“Oh god!”

I roll my eyes. “I knew it. I-”

“No you didn’t!” Peter cuts me off.

I scoff. “Yes, I did. I knew you were Spider-Man!”

“No. I’m not. I’m not.” He says quickly and clicks the black spider emblem on his chest. “This is just a costume,” he stammers as the suit slides off his shoulders and cascades to the floor, leaving him in only his boxers.

“Really?! I’m not dumb, Parker!” I laugh. “And you’re not exactly the best at being a ninja OR keeping secrets.”

Peter groans and slams his palms against his face and drags them down his cheeks in frustration.

“Plus,” I add with a smirk. “I helped with your laundry and you left some webbing in your jeans.”

“Shit!” he mutters. He raises his head slowly and looks at me, his expression softer. “You can’t tell anyone, okay? Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

I curl my lips in and look up at the ceiling.

“I’m not kidding,” he says kind of sternly. “You have to promise. Swear to me that you won’t tell a soul about this. Please!”

I look back at him. He really is worried that he can’t trust me and that’s a bit of a punch to the gut, but then I remember I actually did just get webbed to the gut so I’m not really that sorry.

“Come over here and make me.” I smirk playfully. “If you don’t trust me, then come over here…and make me promise. I’m basically your prisoner, Spider-Man,” I gesture at the webbing I’m still covered in. “As long as I’m stuck, your secret is safe.”

Peter knits his eyebrows together, unsure of what I’m getting at, and steps out of his suit, slowly closing the gap between us.

“So what you’re saying,” he says playfully, “is that I could basically, I don’t know…torture you until you vow that you’ll never spill my secret to anyone?”

I nod and bite my bottom lip.

Peter walks over and closes the door then moves so he’s standing right in front of me, barely an inch away. I can feel the heat radiating off his body and his breath as it hits my skin.

“Your move, Spiderman,” I whisper. I try to swallow, but it catches in my throat. The anticipation is torture enough. “What are you gonna do?”

Peter leans closer to me and my eyes are locked on his. His gaze keeps falling to my lips, but he won’t close the gap between us. He won’t give me the release I so desperately want. But, he does give me the one that I need. I don’t notice what he has in his hand until the webs on me start to fall apart and drop to the ground.

I don’t move until they’re all gone. The wait is long and agonizing, but the second the last bit of webbing disappears, I jump forward.

My lips collide with his as I throw my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my closer. The kisses grow deeper and sloppier and my hands get tangled in his hair and his hands make their way into my back pockets.

He breaks for only a moment and quickly says: “Jump.”

I do and his hands grip the back of my thighs as I wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes me back against the wall and I use as a bit of leverage to help hold myself up. My hands are pressed against his cheeks, holding him close, and he pulls my legs tighter around him.

“Peter,” I gasp, out of breath. “The bed.”

He turns around and carries me over to it. My weight doesn’t affect him, his strength keeps me up and his hands move to my back as he lowers me down onto his bed. My legs leave his waist as he crawls between them. My hands slide down his chest as his lips leave mine and start traveling down my neck. I feel his hands tugging on my sweater and I push him off so I can pull it up and over my head. I leave my bra on and I lay back down. Peter leaves a trails of kisses down my almost bare chest to my stomach, stopping at my jeans. His fingers fumble with the button and zipper, but he gets them undone and I lift my hips up as he tugs my jeans off.

As he crawls back on top of me, his bare feet brush my now bare legs and I shiver.

“Quit touching me,” I whine and he lets me go and sits back on his calves. I roll my eyes. “Your feet are cold, Stupid.” I grab his hands and pull him back down on top of me.

Peter’s palms slam onto the bed and he stops before his body collides with mine. His looks at me closely, like he’s studying something, examining me.

“What?” I ask shyly, my cheeks burning under his gaze.

He takes a deep breath and smiles. “Did you leave the stove on,” he whispers.

“Shit!” I gasp and jump out of the bed and run to turn it off then run back quickly before May has a chance to wake up and see me in my underwear.

“How do I even put up with you?” Peter laughs as I scamper back into the room

“Shut up,” I laugh and crawl on top of him. My knees on either side of his hips, this time it’s my turn to stop and study him. He takes my hands in his and plays with my fingers.

He smiles at me. “Whatcha thinkin about?”

I sigh and lie down beside him and rest my head on his chest. I close my eyes and listen to his breathing and his heartbeat as it tries to slow down.

“I promise I’ll keep your secret,” I whisper.

I look up at him and he smiles brighter.

“I love you,” he whispers then takes my right cheek in his left hand and pulls me toward him as he leans closer. I stop before his lips meet mine and I look at him and smile.

“I love you too.”

Oh boy. Is it hot in here?? My cheeks are burning! Are yours burning?

I think this should be it for tonight, but feel free to send me more messages and I write more tomorrow!

Send me numbers for drabbles with Peter/Spidey!

Also, shirtless Tom does things to me… God, he’s so hot!

Night! ;)

Preference "How they react when you start talking dirty to them" (NSFW)

(So i’m still going with the NSFW theme XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it!! Yay for our fav being turned on…well most of them XD PS. I still took out Carl, Ron and Enid for this one…Gifs not mine/Found them on google/Credit to the original owners.)

Negan- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d be way more than turned on but still he’d try to keep it together for a while. However, he’d always fail to go through it completely and would just pin you down under him. “Careful Y/N…Saying things like how badly you want to ride me and how you’d be my dirty slut doesn’t come cheap…I’ll fucking make it happen…Oh yeah! I’ll do it…”

Daryl- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d get distracted by you and would slowly stop doing whatever he was doing to grab your wrist and pull you closer to whisper in your ear. “You better stop it Y/N…stop it right now…I swear if you keep this up…Everyone will know about how much of a slut you are…right here…right now…”

Rick- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d get turned on and let you keep going. He’d honestly felt somewhat flattered hearing you express this way and pull you closer to whisper. “You really have a way with words, don’t you, Y/N…you know exactly how to get to me…And let me tell you this…you might regret saying all those things right now…”

Merle- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d get immensely turned on and would just want to make everything you were saying a reality. It wouldn’t even matter where you were, he’d start to undress. "Alright baby…let see how badly you want me…Talkin’ about getting on your knees for me…and being a slut…you think i’m just gonna let that slide…oh fuck no…”

Glenn- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, you’d peak his interest and he’d listen closely to your proposition, being interested that for once, you were the one initiating it. He’d then pull you away and say “Really, Y/N…is that all you’re willing to do for me…with me…getting all…and…You know what…let’s do it…now…”

The Governor- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d smirk and slowly feel himself getting more and more turned on. He’d then turn to you and aggressively kiss you to shut you up. “Y/N, stop it…you know I can’t handle you talking to me like this…I’m going to have to do something about this…Get on your knees…”

Abraham- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d find it endearing of you and actually think you were being adorable. He’d chuckle looking over at you and suddenly pull you into his lap . “Damn, Y/N…never expected you to be this turned on over me…I’m used to it being the other way around and you always being the pure and innocent one…Guess I was wrong…”

Eugene- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d be surprised and would gulp and gasp at every word you’d tell him. However, he wouldn’t ever tell you to stop as he’d actually encourage you to keep going.“Wow…really…Oh my god…Y/N…you’re not usually like this…Oh…but I didn’t tell you to stop though…I wanna know more…”

Jesus- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d wondered as to what would get you in such a mood and try to figure it out. Only to slowly forget and get caught up in your words. “Y/N, what did I ever do today to get you all hot and bothered? I mean you wouldn’t really do all that right here and now…With me…right now…right?”

Dwight- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he wouldn’t be able to handle it and wouldn’t even try to deny it to you that he’d want to do you. “Fuck, Y/N…You really think i’m not gonna do anything after all that…Every fucking time you do this!…I just want to…and after you told me how badly you want me to touch you…No…Get over here…right now!”

Morgan- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d slowly feel uncomfortable over the fact you were both out in the public and grab your arm to warn you. “I’m flattered, Y/N…I really am…but this isn’t the right time for you to tell me should keep that to yourself when we’re out…And remind me later in our room…”

Shane- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d immediately talk dirty back and just walk towards you to corner you while actually try to win over you. “Oh yeah…that’s what you’d do…Did you ever think about what I’d do…I’d rip those fucking clothes off and get you on the floor…then i’m gonna make you my slut…want me to tell you how…or should I just show you…”

Milton- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d get flustered and try to keep his mind to his work but the more he heard you, the more he couldn’t take it. “Y/N, please stop it…you’re really distracting me…go away…You know what, let it go! Don’t leave! I’m serious, don’t!Just lock the door! I-I want you badly, now! Hurry, get over here…”

Aaron- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d be impressed by everything you were saying and be in slight disbelief you felt that way over him. “Really? Wow! You want me to do that? That badly? Y/N…are you really serious about all of this? I mean I know you like me and all…but this…this is a whole different thing…”

Gabriel- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d try his best to not listen too much and think of anything else while telling you to stop but in the end always fail and give in. “Y/N, please stop it…it isn’t right…You shouldn’t be saying these kind of things to me…We’re not like that…Wait! I-I change my mind…don’t tell anyone…let’s go…”

The Wolf- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d smirk and feel confident about himself and just want to do everything you’d want him to. “Is that really what you want, Y/N? For me to do…and…all that…right now…Alright…get over here…I can do that! I’ll make it happen…”

Michonne- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d give you a warning look and listen to all you have to say before actually giving into you. “Is that all? Are you serious Y/N…you want me to do all that…just because you…feel that way…Alright then…Show it to me…Now…Here I thought you were an innocent one…”

Maggie- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d be amused by it and would smile and chuckle to every word you have to say. “Y/N, this is going to sound strange but…that is so sweet of you…I’m serious…I love knowing that you’d get on your knees for me…and do all that…I also like knowing that you’re willing to do all that right now…”

Andrea- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d be turned on and grab your wrist to pull you along with her. “Get over here Y/N…You really think i’m just going to let you go…after you said all that…Oh no…Believe me…I’ll even make you regret saying those things…”

Jessie- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d be stunned and shocked to hear you speak that way. She’d try to get you to stop and tell you “Oh my goodness Y/N…Stop it…we’re out in public…it’s not the time to say those things…keep it for later…Imagine if anyone else heard you…aren’t you embarrassed?

Beth- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d freeze and wouldn’t be to sure of how she feels about it. She wouldn’t hate it but she would’ve preferred to not hear so much. "Uh…well…I don’t know what to say after all that…It’s nice of you Y/N but…I don’t think it’s the right time for you to say all those things…”

Sasha- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d chuckle and laugh, shaking her head in disbelief over everything you were saying. "Wow…what’s gotten into you Y/N? You’re not usually like this…I’m used to you being all shy and innocent! What happened to that Y/N?! Well, it’s not like I don’t love this new side to you…”

Rosita- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d be entertained by you but would sarcastically reply only to further provoke you to make you talk even more. “Really, is that all you’ve got?! Come on, Y/N! I know you can do better…i’m sure you have dirtier things to say than just that…So say it…go on!”

Tara- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d start getting flustered and wouldn’t want to believe you were talking to her that way. “Oh…you’re serious? Like you want me to…and you’d do all that for me…If I…Wow Y/N…this is…a lot to take in…I don’t hate it…but I’ve never seen you like this before…”

i don’t think i’ll be able to stop yelling about jon bernthal calling me ‘mama’ like?? i’m apologizing in advance yall 

What would YOU say to the TMNT turts?

Tagged by @durtleticks (I’m talking 2014/2016)

Leo: BOI *roast hand* you need to not. You asshat. You pretty, stupid asshat. Get the scissors and cut it the fuck out. Get outta my face *smack crack and pop*

Raph: AND YOU! Fuck you and your face - how are men gonna compete to that bod. GODDAMN. Put a shirt on loser.

Donnie: Where the hell you think you’re going Kilimanjaro? Get back over here and let me touch you. Lemme measure them legs - hot damn.

Mikey: 1) Ya nasty and 2) I like it nasty, so what’re we gonna do about it?

I tag everyone - go.

°☆。 ❛ — prompt list #01: 2 broke girls inspired
  1. “Hey, when you get a second, stop looking at my boobs.”
  2. “You’re an A. He kinda seems like a B.”
  3. “I thought you’d be at home feeling bad for yourself, not feeling your bad self.”
  4. “Hello, reason I do two hour phone therapy sessions every Wednesday.”
  5. “Don’t look at me like that, everyone masturbates.”
  6. “And text me next time. This whole talking thing is insane!”
  7. “I know your idea of fine dining is a ham and cheese hot pocket.”
  8. “You don’t have to be embarrassed in front of me, I’ve seen worse.”
  9. “Don’t get attached.”
  10. “When you went through that toilet looking for my earring, I knew I found my soulmate.”
  11. “Sorry, I wasn’t listening. I was staring at my new boyfriend over there.”
  12. “I’ll ride you home on my bicycle like a real man.”
  13. “You look so beautiful, I forgot how bad your personality is.”
  14. “It finally happened. Someone doesn’t want to have sex with me.”
  15. “Dude, don’t make me hit you.”
  16. “Just so you know, I’m not a hooker.”
  17. “And I should have told you four years ago, but I thought we wouldn’t last a month. But then we did. And then another month. And I’m still not sure how this happened, we became best friends.”
  18. “I really liked him. I did what you said and I let him get to know me. I’m never doing that again.”
  19. “I’m not wearing a bra and I think my thong is on backwards.”
  20. “Maybe this is the universe’s way of telling you to stop doing drugs.”
  21. “Cheat on me once, shame on you. Cheat on me twice, your balls are in a jar.”
  22. “Damn, girl, you look good. What you doing later? Can I get your number?”
  23. “Oh, shoot, now I’m gay.”
  24. “I will do anything for that girl.”
  25. “I’m sorry, have we met?”
  26. “I’m not good with faces I never want to see again.”
  27. “Sorry about the entire experience.”
  28. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t tell you that enough.”
  29. “Yo, did you just ask me to marry you?”
  30. “You can’t seriously be into him.”
  31. “He looks like someone in a boy band.”
  32. “He’s going in one direction, down there.”
  33. “What you need is a good nine inches.”
  34. “I was masturbating.”
  35. “I don’t have sex in beds, that’s where I eat.”
  36. “My pants kept saying ‘take me off,’ and I was like 'no, pants!’”
  37. “Well, I’m pretty classy, so…anal?”
  38. “I’m not ready to live without you.”
  39. “I need a break.”
  40. “Not seeing you 24 hours, 7 days a week would kill me!”
  41. “You know I don’t hold hands.”
  42. “You are the one person I care most about.”
  43. “So you’re not sick of me?”
  44. “That’s the first time you’ve said I love you.”
  45. “You’re the only person in the entire world I am not sick of.”
  46. “Your knowledge of these superhero movies is kinda turning me on right now.”
  47. “Are you about to come over here and touch me?”
  48. “You’re very cute when you’re worried.”
  49. “I can’t have another idiot up my ass right now. It’s at capacity.”
  50. ( anon’s choice of any line from the show )

anonymous asked:

prompt 29 + 49 for Rey please? (your drabbles are so cute I cry)

Characters: Reader x Rey

Warnings: none

Prompts: 29: “Come over here and make me.” 49: “Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

Word Count: 300

A/N: ahhhH thank you !!

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Rey looked outside the cave the two of you were hiding in and sighed. She turned around to see you already huddled in a blanket, warming your hands at a dimly lit fire. She moved over to her bag which she had thrown on the other side of the cave, and took out her blanket before laying down.

Rey pulled the thin sheet tightly over her body and hugged her knees to her chest. The both of you were on a mission in Hoth and were camping out somewhere, and neither of you were acclimatised to the cold weather. You were a short distance away from her, breathing on your hands in a feeble attempt to keep them warm since the fire had been blown out by a strong gust of wind.

“Can we sleep together, please?” you piped up, and Rey raised an eyebrow at you. “It’ll be warmer if we sleep next to each other.” 

“Well, I’m not moving.” Rey shivered. “I just got this spot warm. So if you want to sleep together, you have to come over here and make me.” 

“Fine.” you huffed, standing up and dragging your blanket with you. You huddled next to her, your faces centimeters away from each other. She had already closed her eyes and was trying to sleep, and you admired her features: her delicately arched eyebrows and her freckles dotting her face. You huddled closer to her, and she frowned slightly.

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” she muttered, and you chuckled. 

“Shut up, I know you like being close to me.” you joked, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. Without saying anything, she wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled your closer, and the two of you smiled as you drifted into sleep.

Welcome aboard Voyager, where the coffee is plentiful(but not for you), the cafeteria food is mediocre, and the concept of personal space doesn’t exist.
—  AU Janeway(where she decides to just be honest and tell it like it is.)
TRUST || Mafia!Junhui [Chp 5]

BLURB: Nothing is ever what it seems.

GENRE: mafia!au, action, drama

WORDS: 1494

PART: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 [Final]

The building was in chaos.

In the confusion, some idiot researcher had pulled the fire alarm a few minutes ago to try and evacuate the place but it turned out that only locked the corridors down even further to prevent the fire from spreading. Now no one could move through or even leave the building. It was supposedly built to withstand a fire. It wouldn’t withstand an explosion though.

The double lockdown was a good thing for Jun and his friends; that meant the guards couldn’t get into the airplane hangar and catch them. It was a bad thing for you – you were trapped inside and most probably about to die.

Keep reading


“Come over here and make me,” #1


“Hey babe,” Y/N said standing at the en-suite bathroom door.

“Mhhh?” Roman replied absentmindedly, eyes on the TV, glued to the game.

“What d'you think about this new dress?”

“Yeah,” he said, still not paying attention.

“Can you just pause for a second?” Y/N asked with her hands furiously on her hips.

Much to her dismay, he didn’t respond; signalling that he wasn’t even listening. So Then she walked over to take matters into her own hands, she picked up the remote to pause the game to get his attention. But she accidentally changed the channel altogether; where he’d was already severely behind on the game because he’d been pausing it so much to send commentary texts to his friends.

“BABE!” he jumped, flipped out as he realised what was happening. “What did you do?!”

“Shit,” she said in panic, starring at the TV then back at him.

“I just lost all that!” He said exasperatedly, throwing his hands wildly. “What d'you do that for?!”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she shrugged.
“Actually, no, serves you right,”

“What - babe? What? So you did do that on purpose?”

“No I didn’t, but I wish I did, you’re not paying attention,”

“To what?” he asked in a heated voice, scanning her over.

New hairstyle? New make-up? What the hell is it? He thought, scared to get it wrong because she always bugged him for not noticing the small things; like when her hair was an inch shorter.

“Exactly! Look, I got that dress, they finally had it in my size,” she gestured to her La Perla nightdress that he’d spotted and insisted she buy to wear to bed.

He couldn’t deny, it looked way sexier than he imagined it would. Exceedingly. But he wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction, not yet, not whilst he was seething.

“What do you think?”

“You’re not even sorry are you?”

“For what?” she giggled, making her way to the bed and sat on the edge facing him.

She made it a point to cross her legs to flaunt that she had no underwear.

He noticed it. He looked away, internally summoning his dick down. She was gonna be the death of him. And he liked it.

“You know what,”

“Really? You’re wound up about missing the game? Some men running around on grass with a ball?” she chuckled. “Over what’s underneath this dress?” she parted her legs again slowly for him to see, then crossed them again. She played it casual and looked at her nails. “Tell me babe, if you really wanted to keep watching the game - why haven’t you taken the remote to put it back?”

“Just say you’re sorry and get this over with,”

“Come over here and make me,” she dared him.

And he was over there quicker than she expected; turning her over onto her stomach and held her arms behind her back. She moaned at the manhandling, she always loved it when he played rough.

“Oh yeah Roman, take me just like that from the back,” she teased him. “Y'know I like it when you’re rough,”

“Say you’re sorry first,” Roman growled in her ear. “Then I’ll please you,”

“I ain’t sorry, so get off me,” Y/N whined with a laugh, trying to wriggle free as Roman held her hands behind her back. She was oh so loving it. “So I can do it myself,”

“Say. You. Are. Sorry,” he enunciated through gritted teeth, right in her ear.

“Fuck you, ass,”

“Huh? What’s that? Fuck you in the ass?” Roman teased, knowing very well that’s not what she implied. “Y'know, you got a pretty mouth but it’s pure filth,”

“Only for you,” she said seductively, her fierce tone switching off. “Wanna know what else it can do?”

“Tell me,” he groaned, pressing his lower region firmly against her ass, suddenly aroused by her tone. He made her feel it. “What else does it do baby?”

“Why don’t you let me go so I can show you?” she bargained.

He didn’t contemplate on it either; he was thinking with his dick at this point, missing her manipulative tactic. And right then he was hard, standing at attention and poking her ass. So he backed off, letting her arms loose and setting her free.

She looked up at him, her eyes dark, glistening playfully as they locked with his: serious and lustful. She was on her knees, unbuckling his belt and unzipped his trousers; setting him free out of his boxers.

“You’re so weak,” she smiled dangerously up at him.

“Just for you,” he breathed.

She wrapped her mouth around him and he lost control; running his hand through her hair.

“Mhhh I love that fucking dress,”

“I know you do,” she said, slipping him out of her mouth, before taking him in again.

“I love you more,” he hissed, throwing his head back.

And well yeah, she was right. Did he really think he could choose the game over this?


“It’s going to be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you.”
“I want all of you, forever, everyday.“
“I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us.”
“I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real.”
“It wasn’t over for me, I waited for you for seven years. But now it’s too late.”
“I wrote you everyday for a year.”
“It wasn’t over, and it still isn’t over.”
“I’ll be seeing you.”
“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.”
“Wherever she is, that’s where my home is.”
“It’s not about following your heart and it’s not about keeping your promises. It’s about security.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You smug bastard. I hate you for saying that.”
“You wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t something missing.”
“You arrogant son of a bitch.”
“Would you just stay with me?”
“Look at us, we’re already fighting.”
“You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time.”
“I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings.”
“You have like a two second rebound rate, then you’re back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.”
“There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt.”
“Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants?”
“What do you want?”
“Get in the water.”
“We can just finish out the summer and see what happens then.”
“Please don’t do this, you don’t mean it.”
“It’s over. Okay? it’s over.”
“Come here.”
“Don’t touch me! I hate you! I hate you!”
“Why don’t you just go then?”
“I keep trying to die, but they won’t let me.”
“Well, all that’s no good. You see, ‘cause none of those options get me you.”
“Will you go out with me?”
“I’m gonna ask you one more time, will you or will you not go out with me?”
“You don’t know me, but I know me.”
“Science only goes so far and then comes God.”
“I was just going for a walk. I couldn’t sleep.”
“You’re a terrible singer.”
“Most of the time I have all these thoughts bouncin’ around in my head… but with a brush in my hand, the world just gets kinda quiet.”
“Say, how would you like some breakfast? Would you like some breakfast?”
“You can have pancakes any damn time of night you want!”
“You’re gonna kill me woman! I need sleep, I need food, to regain my strength!”
“I have a fiancé waiting for me at a hotel who’s going to be crushed when he finds out what I did.”
“So you make love to me, and go back to your husband.”
“Was that your plan?”
“Was that a test I didn’t pass?”
“I made a promise to a man. He gave me a ring and I gave him my word.”
“Your word is shot to hell now, don’t ya think?”
“It’s normal not to forget your first love but I want you for myself.”
“I don’t want to convince my fiancée that she should be with me.”
“When I see something I like, I gotta… I love it.”
“I’m not usually like this, I’m sorry.”
“You just tell me what you want, and I’m gonna be that for you.”
“Come on, one date, what’s it gonna hurt?”
“You look great. And I know I look great.”
“Should I be worried?”
“You need to learn how to trust.”

We’re in a temple and there’s a dead body, decomposing a little, sitting on a chair near the altar.

Monk: I will pray for this dead body.

Me (DM): You’re not gonna touch it?

Monk: That wouldn’t be right. I will pray.

Bard: It’s gonna explode if we touch it isn’t it? I’m gonna explore over here…

Me (DM): You don’t wanna touch it either? (looks at rogue, who has this look on her face like she really wants to touch it) Touch it touch it touch it!

Rogue: Well… I’m gonna poke it…

Me (DM): RAAAAAAA!!! (jumps up and yells, making the rogue and monk jump, before announcing to roll initiative)

Zico’s part in H.E.R: “ (…) You have skills but you’re not pretentious, your personality and your just good enough volume.I wanna hug and kisses.

Kyung’s solo (when, where, how):  (…) “Hey girl, over here (I wanna, I wanna hug and kiss), come on over closer here (let me touch you, that’s my solstice), hey girl, over here.”


problem solved

6x08 fic: After the wedding, Kurt and Blaine rush home to celebrate by themselves.

The moment the door clicked shut Kurt was on Blaine, kissing him like he hadn’t seen him in days and his roaming hands moving over his chest and back and butt and thighs. After the reception, Blaine’s mom had not so subtly implied that she was staying at her sister’s and would be gone all night meaning that they could go back to the house if they so choose. Then with a wink and a kiss to each of their cheeks she walked away leaving them alone to stare after her for a few seconds before reality caught up with them and they simultaneously reached for the other’s hand and sped off, not really caring about saying good bye to the rest of their friends and family. It was a long drive, but Kurt and Blaine have shared so many memories here that Blaine knew it was the place he wanted to be tonight.

Kurt’s animal instincts have taken over as he slams Blaine into the wall, untucking Blaine’s shirt and shoving his hands underneath the fabric. Blaine just closes his eyes and tilts his head back, basking in the feel of Kurt’s hands on his skin, of Kurt’s tongue tracing the path from the collar of his shirt up to his ear. All his senses are surrounded by Kurt Kurt Kurt and he can’t really do anything but stand there and hope that his shaky legs don’t give out.

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