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The guys making out with their girlfriends when someone interrupts them? C.F. love ur blog*.*

I PUT SO MUCH TIME INTO THIS ONE, LIKE THREE DAYS - PUSHING FOUR, PLEASE LIKE IT EVERYONE (Found the gifs on google)

Raph (aka the KING of making out, fight me on this): 
omg he would be so freakin pissed off, I think he’d be pretty passive aggressive about it too.
(( I need a cold shower ))

It was getting heavy, you were straddling his thigh in those jeans he loves so much that show your ass perfectly. Your kisses just as eager as his - almost frantic. Its been ages since you’ve finally been left alone. Raph groaned into your mouth when he felt you grind down onto his thigh, a broken whimper passing your lips as you repeated the action. Usually, this is where he would whisper the most nasty things in your ear. Making you quiver with all the promises he’ll fulfill, just as he leaned into your ear, you body practically craving his vulgar whispers - 

“C’mon Raph! Its time for training” Leo yelled, walking in on the scene “Oh sorry… but Splinter wants you there in 5“ 

Your actions stopped as soon as Leo made himself known, you whined pathetically and your now,very pissed off boyfriend was glaring at him like he had personally told him he was working with the shredder. His jaw clenched “Tell him I’ll go to the Hashi” With that he stood up from his bed, towering over Leo and slamming his door shut and locking it. Giving you his signature grin that made your body set on fire. 

Leo: 
You know the silent but deadly type? Yea that’d be him, Making them leave the room because he wants to spend time with his lady!! 
((Look at this, look at this rude leader in blue :( 
….)

The slow, passionate kiss that was between you and Leo made everything so much more intense. You were pretty sure Leo could feel your heart beating in your chest, your hand moved to the back of his head and played with his bandanna,pulling him closer so he was now laying on top of you. Your whole body was hot, you became more aware of this as you felt his hand slowly move over your stomach, squeezing your hip - he pulled away for a brief moment to look at you, your lips were swollen, pupils dilated, breath short - how did he get so lucky? You grinned and pulled him back for another kiss, you loved this moments just you him - 

“Sorry to cut this short love birds, but my shows on” Mikey interrupted, Leo glared at him when he entered the room, He placed his face into your neck and inhaled your scent. You bit back a laugh and he incoherently muttered into your neck. 

“We were kind of in the middle of something, Mikey” He looked up and glared at him, they seemed to be having a silent conversation as you laid there trying to get your breaths even. Then he grumbled something, throwing the remote down in a tantrum, the only thing you could make out was “Online…you have a room…” Leo just grinned into your neck, nuzzling you and he kissed there before making his way up to your lips once again. 

“Now, where were we?”

Donnie:
Blushy Flustered big shy baby 

You were both in the lab, to cut it short Donnie wasn’t paying attention to you and you were feeling particularly needy. So, when it was safe and he put everything lethal down - You swiftly moved into his lap, sitting on it giving him an innocent look, the one that drove him absolutely wild. Then next thing you know your straddling him on the chair, slightly reclined as you both kissed, the speed changing every so often. It’d go from eager kisses to slow passionate ones. It caused your whole body to react to it, moaning into the kiss as you pushed yourself into him.

“God, (y/n) - “ he panted, feeling the strain in his lower region just from the make out session. It had been a while since you and him actually did anything, so it didn’t take long to get to that peak of wanting to skip to the best part. His hands roamed down your back and gripped your backside. 

“Fuck, Donnie, I-”

“Donnie Have you found out what that—” Raph paused, grinning at the scene “Oh, sorry.. Am I intruding?” he teased lightly, voice innocent. You flushed red and Donnie awkwardly sat back up, causing you to push up against him further.

“Raph, c-can you give us a minute?” He stuttered, a small pink hue on his cheeks as he tried to gently pull you off of him. However you stayed put, you knew he could’ve put more effort into moving you, but he really didn’t have the heart too. 

“Oh, no. Don’t stop on my account, have fun kids” he grinned, making his way out of the liar 

Mikey:
Come on, ya’ll do we all think mikey would care? He’d just continue

Naturally, it started because he wouldn’t stop beating your butt at a video game. “Stop cheating!” You yelled, half teasingly half seriously.
“Its not my fault you suck at this, angelcakes” 

You jumped him and sat on his lap, at first it was a way to distract him, until both of you dropped the controllers and one thing let to another his hand was under your shirt and your kisses were needy. However, you were both giggling into the kiss, especially when he trailed his hand over that spot on your back that made you shiver and giggle like a little school girl. You tugged on his bandanna to keep his face close to yours, his arms wrapped around your waist. Making out with Mikey was a dream come true, it was playful yet he never failed to make you want more. He laid down on the sofa bringing you with you, he whined slightly as you had to stop your actions to balance yourself, you laughed at him.

“Always so needy” you teased, softly stroking his cheek - you loved his eyes, they were so captivating.

“Because you’re so addicting, angel cakes!” with that he pulled you forward, earning a shocked squeal from you and a laugh, he wasted no time re-connecting your lips, his hands roaming your stomach and back and every so often grazing over your ass. 

“Mikey have you seen my spare tool kit?” Donnie asked him, Mikey ignored him and continued to kiss you, you didn’t even hear him - “Have you seen. my tool kit?” He repeated, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Mikey began kissing you again, grinning into the kiss. “Ugh, nevermind!” He announced, storming out of the room in a temper. 

“You’re mean, ya’know that?” you laughed, he chuckled in response and picked you up bridal style.

“You love me, angelcakes. Now lets go to my room where we can’t be interrupted!” 

party [class 1a] hcs
  • Aoyama Yuuga comes to the party looking extra af. Came here to impress, but ends up puking on someone by the end of the night.
  • Ashido Mina is the one who has some kind of meltdown in the bathroom on the main floor. Despite this, she somehow ends the night on a good note. “Last night was so fun!”
  • Asui Tsuyu is the type of person who you end up having an intellectual conversation with on the steps outside of the house.
  • Iida Tenya is that guy who tries really hard to be “chill” but is obviously not.
  • Uraraka Ochako works up the courage (via alcohol) to “let-loose” for the night. She stops filtering her words and says things she wouldn’t normally say to people. She is an honest drunk. Ends up regretting everything in the morning.
  • Ojiro Mashirao is that person who stays on the couch or lingers in a corner for the majority of the night - with a beer in hand - just watching the crowd.
  • Kaminari Denki uses every pickup line in the book to get laid, and ends up being unsuccessful. Gets hurt trying to do something impressive, but is actually really stupid.
  • Kirishima Eijiro gets drunk after an hour and tells everyone how much he loves them. Ends up passing out in the kitchen.
  • Kouda Kouji attends the party because he was invited, but ends up leaving after a half an hour cause its not really his thing.
  • Satou Rikidou brought all the snacks to the party. Checks on everybody to make sure all is going well. Will kick someone out if they are being an asshole.
  • Shouji Mezou is not exactly sure why he came. He is not a party person, but he does low-key enjoy seeing his classmates do stupid things.
  • Jirou Kyouka is the one who will draw with sharpie on someone’s face if they pass out. Also took pictures of Kaminari’s fails over the course of the night.
  • Sero Hanta is always down to play drinking games. “Who wants to be on the winning team??” - then promptly loses. 
  • Tokoyami Fumikage is that guy who - after a couple of drinks - talks about how he wants to be his own boss or do something innovative to change the world.
  • Todoroki Shouto somehow ends up being the center of attention without trying. Holds a drink in his hand (that he doesn’t drink) so his classmates will stop telling him to “loosen up” and “have fun”.
  • Hagakure Tooru is on the dance floor the entire time. Only knows one dance move (just kinda moves back and forth, while doing something with her hands). Says,“Ooh my god, this is my song” to every song that plays.
  • Bakugou Katsuki usually ends up in a fight. He is never the one who starts it, but he is the one who escalates it into a full-on brawl.
  • Midoriya Izuku is a floater. He does not stay in one place the whole time, and just chats with people from different groups throughout the night.
  • Mineta Minoru ends up getting stuffed into a cabinet or the washing machine after pissing someone off.
  • Yaoyorozu Momo is the designated driver. Has a breathalyzer in her purse that she will make her friends use to make sure they are below a certain percentage of BAC.

Who are you?

2

“I’m sure Y/N will be down in a minute,” Dean said. “Take a seat.” Truthfully he was grateful for this opportunity to scope out your date. “So,” he said, taking a big bite of pizza. “What are your plans for the evening?”

Your date sank into the couch and peered at Dean. “I don’t know. Maybe dinner or something.” They shifted a little and stretched casually. “I’m just looking forward to the end of it, if you know what I mean.” They added a laugh at the end of the sentence and glanced around the room impatiently.

Dean’s eyes narrowed and bored into the person sitting across from him, who clearly had no plan, and no desire to act like they weren’t just interested in a booty call.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dean spat.

Your date’s head snapped around to take in the angry and perplexed expression on Dean’s face. “W-what?” they replied, feeling more than a little hesitant due to the stare they were getting.

“Do you have any idea about the chance you’ve got here? There is no one else on this planet like Y/N. And your plan is ‘maybe dinner or something’ and then trying your hardest to get laid? There is no way in HELL I’m letting you take Y/N out. You don’t deserve anything more than a boot up your ass.”

Your date’s mouth dropped open. Clearly they were now regretting what they had said, but there was no way to take it back. They were nearly being crushed by the waves of anger and annoyance radiating off of Dean. “Oh, I–”

Dean stopped up and dusted off his hands. “No, no. You’re done. Let’s go,” he said.

Your date didn’t move and just continued to stare back wide-eyed.

Now. Get. Out. Before I deliver that boot.

Your date scrambled up and Dean followed them to the front door, practically slamming it on them in his haste resolve the situation. Now he’d just have to think of a way to tell you that you weren’t going out tonight… at least not with that jackass.

He grabbed the keys to the Impala and sat down, waiting anxiously for you to appear. 

Caught Up | Yoongi

Prompt: There’s a storm and omg I’m losing signal are you okay?? Hold on let me drive 489432 miles to get you the night before Christmas
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2,966
Author’s Note: Is it too early to start with the Christmas stories because I don’t care, it’s December so that’s good enough for me. 

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You can’t help the yelp that sounds from the back of your throat as the howling against your window grows stronger for just a moment, the shaking of your window echoing through the rest of your apartment and making you feel very small and very alone in just a sliver of a second.

“You okay?”

Inhaling sharpy through your nose, you resume your attention back to the voice on the other side of the line, slightly muffled and hazy with the swirling of storm clouds and snow outside, but clear enough for you to smile just a little. He gives you enough, even through a cell phone, to not feel alone. “Y-Yeah, Yoongi-ah. I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine,” Yoongi retorts, and you can practically hear the frown in his voice softening into concern. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come over?”

You look out the window at the snow swimming around, darkness etched far beyond what your eyes can see, even with the lights of your living room on. On the coffee table is your homework laid out, your feeble attempt to try and get something done in spite of the loud distraction and the fear in your chest that makes you want to bury yourself under 5 feet of blankets and never get out. No, even if you wanted Yoongi, needed him desperately to keep you company to stop the anxiety, nothing about you was worth trekking through miles of snow for. Frost bite and sickness would surely be inevitable if Yoongi tried to step outside tonight.

“Yes,” You manage, glad that you can at least make your voice sound confident enough to stop Yoongi from worrying. You can even picture his face right now, probably back in the dorms with the other boys as they watch TV or hoard themselves with junk food as Seokjin-oppa shakes his head at the unhealthiness of the whole thing. At least Yoongi has the boys to keep him company. “You really don’t have to come over. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

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Clawen Week - Day 3: Fixation

Summary: Claire couldn’t help but keep thinking about them. One was a decent fixation, the other…not so much.

AO3

A/N: Feels good to write clawen again

Claire bit her lip. Her foot tapped impatiently. Her thumb clicking the end of the pen. Nope. She can’t think about it. She wasn’t going to allow herself. But she was….she was diving in head fucking first. She can’t think about it. But she is. When she had a one night stand with Owen, it was supposed to be just that - one goddamn night. But no, her brain had not be able to stop focusing on two simple things. One was a decent fixation, the other…not so much.

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Lost Time:

@noowaaay

The whole building seemed to shake from the booming music playing. If anyone here was sober they’d probably be concerned with how this volume was effecting their ears. But with the assortment of booze that seemed almost unending, it was impossible to find anyone who wasn’t buzzed milling about here. 

Perched on a bar stool he’d swiped from the crowded kitchen, Mike slowly sipped his drink as he watched people move about. No one was really dancing to the music. Hell he was sure none of them were even paying attention to the songs. Everyone seemed to be wrapped up in their conversations. He caught little bits of them. Nothing interesting though. Just a bunch of drunk twenty somethings trying to get laid or talking bout the game that just happened hours ago. 

No he didn’t go to this school. Actually he didn’t know anyone here. Even the guy that had invited him was a complete stranger to Mike. The guy had just been a little flirty and told him he should come. So he did. But the second he got there he found the guy running off into one of the bedrooms upstairs before he could even say hi. So he’d just grabbed a seat and a couple drinks. Staring down at the now empty cups, he grabbed his things and made his way out. The cool air felt nice on his warm cheeks. 

Leaving his car behind for the morning, Mike made his way down the sidewalk. Thankfully this little shithole town was fairly safe to walk around late at night. It wasn’t long before the neon lights of Village Inn glared down at him. He stepped inside and looked around. This place, he’d been here so many times as a kid. But it seemed way different right now. Looking around he spotted a familiar sight. That curly mop…. Bob Ross? Wait. No. That was Michael! He fixed his clothing; a fitted black skinny jeans and a pullover covered in little bats, and hair before walking over. “Hey!” Even under the purple shadows and glitter, it was still unmistakably Mike’s face smiling at the tall goth.

Theon Greyjoy: sex, relationships, and women

I think it’s pretty clear that sex plays a significant role in Theon’s life. He’s the boy who has “bedded more girls than he could name.” Who prefers no strings attached. Who sees every woman as a place to stick his dick. And while his behavior isn’t entirely excusable, I found myself wondering why Theon treats women the way he does, and how his experience as a hostage has affected his sex life.

And his sex life really is just a sex life.

By that I mean that Theon’s interactions with women consist entirely of sexual intercourse (prior to his imprisonment and torture at the hands of Ramsay Bolton). He does not have “girlfriends.” He does not have relationships. There’s no intimacy; only desire and physical gratification.

Let’s start with the captain’s daughter

In Theon’s first chapter in ACOK, we find him sleeping with the captain’s daughter, who only serves as a temporary amusement while Theon is at sea, and it’s obvious he doesn’t even like her very much. Throughout the chapter, this girl is repeatedly referred to as “stupid” within Theon’s perspective:

She looked rather stupid when she smiled, but he had never required a woman to be clever.

The stupid girl did not seem to be listening.

She was timid at first, but learned quickly for such a stupid girl, which pleased him.

I have to admit, the captain’s daughter doesn’t really seem like the sharpest tool in the shed, but her intelligence isn’t the point. Theon isn’t interested in her intelligence. He never required a woman to be clever. Theon is interested in one thing when it comes to this girl—what she’s got between her legs—and he shakes off any attempts she makes at taking their interaction a step beyond sex.

Fast forward to the scene where the captain’s daughter says goodbye to Theon. When the girl tries to publicly show affection toward him, this is Theon’s response:

When he took the pack, she made as if to embrace him, there in front of her own father and his priestly uncle and half the island.

Theon turned deftly aside. “You have my thanks.”

“Please,” she said, “I do love you well, milord.”

“I must go.” He hurried after his uncle, who was already well down the pier.

He can’t even bear for this girl to give him a farewell hug. He had no problem letting her put her lips around his ding-dong, and he made it no secret to the captain that he was banging his daughter, yet the idea of this girl embracing him in front of people is appalling to him. It’s like he automatically shies away from any kind of intimacy that isn’t sexual, almost as if he subconsciously fears it. The captain’s daughter also uses the word “love,” which causes Theon to hurry away from her, and he spends the rest of his time on Pyke trying his best to avoid her.

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Tattoo

Pairing: Jongyu
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3035
Warning: None
Okay I don’t know what it is recently but Jongyu’s been giving me so much feels and did I say how much I have a thing for tattoo so of course I had to write something about it :3

Jonghyun doesn’t remember being so socially inept.

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