under handed

i want to go to a dimly lit elegant restaurant with viola davis, drink wine, listen to her life stories with the background of soft piano music, say something witty and feel my heart soar as she laughs brilliantly and cups her hand under her chin and my entire life would feel okay because i, made viola davis, laugh,

suga-daichi  asked:

If its no bother i would love this scene from Chapter 49: (( "And then in one smooth motion, Oikawa slipped his hand under Suga’s palm and brought it to his lips. He smiled and winked at him. “Adieu.” )) (oisuga is my guilty ship ahhhh ≧∇≦ ) ♡♡♡

Chapter 49: Proposition

Oisuga is quite cute too >v< oh gosh why 

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you please write a imagine with Raphael Santiago from Shadowhunters with the February prompt 37, 90 and 100. Can you make a Raphael x female reader? Thank you :-)

Raphael Santiago - “You can tell me anything”

“Did you enjoy it?” Raphael raised his eyebrows and folded his hands under his chin. He stared at your almost empty plate and already gestured the waitress to bring you the menu again so you could order dessert.

“Raphael…” You licked your lips and took a deep breath. “You don’t have to spoil me rotten each and every day of the week.” You smiled and placed your hand on your filled stomach. “But I did enjoy it, yes.”

“Good, because you don’t deserve anything less than the absolute best.” Raphael smiled back at you and once again you were surprised that his teeth were so incredibly white.

You had asked him more than once to turn you into a vampire, to make you like him.

So far he had always said no, telling you that this life was not something he wanted you to take lightly. Since that day he had been taking you to the most expensive restaurants as if he had been trying to show you what you would miss. “I’ve seen they have creme brulee on the menu.” He locked his glance with yours.

You paused for a moment before you swallowed. “Raphael, I think we need to talk about something.” You bent your head and placed your napkin on your plate. You didn’t need dessert. You didn’t even want the creme brulee.

“Of course, you can tell me anything.” Raphael leaned back in his chair. His ankle was resting on his knee and he seemed to make himself comfortable.

“I know that you are taking me to the best restaurants in the world to convince me that I would give up way too many things when I become a vampire and I know that you only tell me the horror stories and the downsides of being what you are, but…” You paused for a moment. “I’m afraid it’s not working.”

Raphael frowned his eyebrows and he placed both his feet on the floor again while he leaned towards you. “What do you mean it’s not working?”

“I think something else is happening.” You took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment. You knew there was no way back anymore. You had said a and now you would have to say b too.

“What is happening?” Raphael cocked his head.

“I think…” You paused for a moment. “I think I love you.” You didn’t dare to look up at Raphael, didn’t want to meet his eyes. “I know that we were supposed to be just friends. I know that you would simply take care of me until I had found another place to stay, but…” You eventually looked up and saw the surprise, almost shock on his face. “I love you. And you’ve only given me another reason to want to become a vampire. I want to be with you forever.”

Raphael didn’t say anything. He just stared at you. He stared at you and he seemed incapable of finding the right words.

“Can you please say something?” You bit your lip. “Anything?”

Raphael stood up from his seat instead. He walked towards you and kneeled down in front of you. His delicate fingers brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, I wouldn’t know what to say, but…” He pressed his forehead to yours. “Can I kiss you?”

“That depends…” You felt your heart racing in your chest and knew all too well that he could hear it. “Are you planning on turning me into a vampire?”

“No…” Raphael shook his head. “But I am going to make your human life extraordinary beautiful.”

You took a deep breath, but eventually you nodded and you curled your hand around his neck, closing the distance between your faces. “Okay…”

anonymous asked:

A scenario where (child au) ayato ruki shu kou are having a nightmare and their mother is hugging them kisses their head and playing with their hair singing them a lullaby to calm them down and the boys waking up in their arms sorry about my English

Admin Mawile: (^ω^) Your English is fine!

Ayato: 

-In sleep, you saw the most of Ayato’s stress. He couldn’t pretend to be tough when nightmares were clawing at his mind. 

Curled up tight, tiny sobs slipping out as he shivered and twitched, he looked more like a child than ever. His forehead was hot and damp under your hand, hair matted down and tangled. 

All he did was whimper and lean into your touch, curling close against you leg and sobbing even harder. 

You saw Ayato’s eyes crack open for just a moment, but they quickly slammed shut again as he buried his face in your thigh and shook. Quietly humming, you gently stroked his hair, letting him cling and cry. 

Ruki:

-His nightmares were always subtle; never sobbing or curling up in terror, just shivering in his sleep and scrunching up his face. 

Ruki never wanted to talk about his past, and somehow, you understood why. Whatever had happened to give such a young child such awful burns and nightmares ever night had to be something truly sickening.  

He tended to reject touch, too proud to allow himself to be babied in any way, but you couldn’t help but reach out and gently brush the hair off his forehead. 

One small hand latched onto your wrist, and if Ruki’s eyes weren’t still firmly squinched shut, you would have thought you’d woken him. The tension in his face lessened, just slightly, as tiny fingers dug into your wrist. 

Shuu:

-For some reason that he refused to tell you about, Shuu dreamed of fire almost every time he slept. 

He’d never explain, turning sullen and looking away every time you tried to ask, but the memories of some mysterious blaze haunted him. It was the one time you’d ever seen him afraid, and you both hated it. 

After the nightmares had grown worse than ever, he’d taken to sleeping in your lap, curled up and easy to comfort. 

When he started to whimper in his sleep, you could pet silky hair, rub a small, thin back, and do everything to make sure he’d be alright. 

Kou:

-Kou didn’t have nightmares, he had nightterrors. Horrible, violent things that left him sobbing and screaming and tangled in the sheets. 

Normally, he’d run to you instantly upon waking, face still red and damp with tears. He’d cling to your chest and sob and howl until every bad memory was pushed away once again. 

But when you found him first, you did what you could before he even woke; humming softly, stroking scrunched up, reddened cheeks. 

Blue eyes snapped open with a gasp, and a small body launched itself against you before you could even blink. Just as you expected, you were his first thought for comfort after the dream. 

Imagine the Agrestes confronting Master Fu.

“Do you realize that five Miraculous are under our hands?“

Then, there’s Marinette.

“Well, make it six then! She’s a future Agreste.“

Silence between the adults. Adrien screeched. Marinette flabbergasted.

“Master Fu!“


This is going to be a family business lol.

anonymous asked:

Hey guys, I really love your writings! Thanks for all the hard work and dedication you've put in this blog all this time <3 May I request Momoi x overprotective!GOM scenario? The boys walk in on her making out with her boyfriend, and at the exact moment where the guy's hand is in a very inappropriate place. Ensuing chaos thereafter! Thank you! :D

There’s the faded hue of a blush on her cheeks as his lips move over the sensitive skin of her neck. She can feel him biting, nipping, licking at every piece of exposed flesh above her shirt’s collar. He’s being a little rougher than usual and, Momoi realizes, a lot more bolder. As she tilts her head back to allow him more access, she feels his hand slide under her shirt toward her chest.

And that’s when the door opens.

Kuroko: He stands there awkwardly in the doorway, feet shuffling but unwilling to leave until both Momoi and her boyfriend are looking in his direction. It’s clear that Kuroko is uncomfortable with confronting them, but he came there with a purpose and he’d be damned if he left it unfulfilled.

“You can’t do this here,” he says calmly, walking up and jabbing Momoi’s boyfriend in the side so he could help her get up and away.

Kise: “Oi, you get off her right now!” Kise’s yell initially comes from the doorway, but gets progressively louder as he gets closer to the couple.

Grabbing the guy by the shoulder, Kise attempts to yank him off Momoi but only succeeds in shoving him to the side a bit. Despite his ‘heroic’ attempt, he’s still doing everything in his power to not look directly at them while he pulls the couple apart.

Aomine: Face flushed red — from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell — Aomine storms into the room before yanking the guy by his shirt collar. It’s enough force to separate Momoi from her boyfriend completely and she puffs up in annoyance, glaring at her childhood friend.

“You can’t just do this shit right here,” Aomine yells, but it comes out as a garbled mess of words.

Midorima: “You two have to stop this right now!” Midorima’s yell nearly startles Momoi and her boyfriend into a heart attack as he storms in.

Flailing his arms around, Midorima tries desperately to grab onto Momoi so he could drag her out of the room. This would be a much simpler task if he would uncover his eyes and actually look around for her instead of swatting through the air and guessing.

Murasakibara: As Momoi’s boyfriend turns to confront whoever had walked in, Murasakibara takes two long strides to stand right behind him. He’s glaring, using his unfair height advantage to seem even scarier as he looms from above. He’s ready to snatch the guy away if he has to.

“You’re not doing anything bad with Momo-chin, are you?” Murasakibara’s hands go to grab at Momoi’s boyfriend, nearly catching him.

Akashi: “This isn’t the most appropriate place to be doing that sort of thing,” Akashi says, voice calm despite the iciness in his eyes.

Momoi’s boyfriend separates from her of his own accord, the tone coming from Akashi enough to intimidate him. He scrambles a few feet away, leaving Momoi wondering how her old captain could already have her boyfriend wrapped around his finger.

Tenerife

Part 2

Summary: You are single in Valentines Day just like in the past one year so your best friend, Natasha gave you a ticket to Tenerife. But you’re not going alone
Words count:1400
Warnings: fluff, fun, cute Bucky 

part 1

Originally posted by vanillaa-ice

I woke up to my alarm. For a few minutes I’m just lying in the bed and trying to wake up (like really). I stretched until I’m in a really weird position. I am lying on my stomach my right leg ir on the floor and the other is next to my torso. One of my hand is under my head while the other one is holding onto the bed frame. 

Suddenly someone is knocking on the door and I wasn’t waken up enough to realize who was it. So I just easily tell him to get in. As Bucky step in he started laughing.“I see you are comfortable, but in one hour we should go” 

He still laughing when I realize who was it. I quickly try to look less horrible but it didn’t really work. As I try to lie on my back, but I lost my balances and fall down. Bucky stopped laughing and run to me.

“(Y/N) are you alright?”

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Want me to Help? (MGG)

Request:

Reader gets turned on by a wet dream (her and Matthew) wakes up and tries to ease her arousal but Matthew wakes up and does it for her (very smutty)

Warnings: smut, not edited

Your pov:

His hands wrapped around my legs spreading them wider for more access. My back arched off the bed feeling his lips attach to the inner of my thighs. The soft warm kisses lead up to my heat causing my arousal to drip through my panties. I arched my back feeling the warm wetness of his mouth place hot open mouthed kisses on my core. His hands traveled under the hem of my shirt pushing it up over my breasts letting them fall free. His mouth kissed and sucked at my core making me moan out his name louder and louder. 

As I was on the brink of my climax I awoke to the throbbing arousal of my core. My hands came up to rub my groggy eyes. My bare body laid in bed next to Matthew. The wetness of my arousal dripped onto my thighs as I rubbed them together trying to ease the throbbing. I bit my lip and brought my fingers down my body feeling myself. I ran my fingers softly and teasingly over my slit feeling the satisfaction my core craved. I placed my fingers above my clit letting it hover. I pushed them down and rubbed myself in circles trying to stay quiet. I felt the bed shift slightly. I looked over to Matthew’s side to see him staring at me with dark eyes. His hands caressed the side of my face and traveled down my body feeling my breasts creating shivers down my body. I whined feeling his long slender fingers cup my core. 

“You’re so wet.” He commented licking his lips and climbing over my body. He removed my hands from my clit and pinned both of them above my head. His lips hovered over mine as he grinned his length on me slowly. “So what did you dream about?” He asked in a slightly deeper voice from the sleep. I moaned and closed my eyes thinking about the wet dream. “Your lips.” Was all I could manage to say. He kissed my breast rolling the tip around in his mouth. “What about my mouth?” He quested back softly. He started to make love bites all over my cleavage, leaving saliva. I bucked my hips upwards to make more friction and whined. “Your mouth was here.” I told him biting my lip. “I don’t think that I can handle that right now. I just need you in me.” I told him. He nodded his head and pushed his hips into mine filling me up. My eyes rolled back into my head finally getting the attention I needed. His head dipped down into my neck softly kissing at the junction of my shoulder and neck. “You feel so good.” He commented in between each thrust as he went deeper and deeper. I wrapped my arms around his neck playing with the end of his hair. “Please harder.” I moaned, whimpering for a release. He nodded his head pushing my legs open wider thrusting slow, deep, and hard. “Right the-re.” I commented digging my nails into his shoulder; biting his collarbone. “I’m about to.” I mentioned as I released around him arching my back. He thrusted fast inside me hitting deep inside me. As his thrusts got sloppier I felt him release inside me. His body collapsed onto me with a moan. “That is one way to wake up.” I said giggling. He just nodded his head, still coming down from his high. “I’m just gonna sleep here.” He said sleepily pulling out of me and resting his head on my chest. I giggled and nodded as I covered our bare bodies with a blanket. I ran my hands through his sweaty curls and closed my eyes. “Sleep well.” 

anonymous asked:

I want to put my hand up your shirt and feel your abs. I love your slim and tight waist. Tmi.

Ok first I gotta be wearing a shirt for you to put your hand under and let’s be real I rarely wear clothes.

When you hit your thumb with an eight-pound hammer it’s nice to be able to blaspheme. It takes a very special and strong-minded kind of atheist to jump up and down with their hand clasped under their other armpit and shout, “Oh, random-fluctuations-in-the-space-time-continuum!” or “Aaargh, primitive-and-outmoded-concept on a crutch!
—  Terry Pratchett - Men At Arms

My entry for today’s prompt ‘return’ for bethylweek:

Since the day Negan had ambushed them, had taken one of them hostage, Beth had prayed for Daryl’s return. Prayed for him to keep his temper at bay and not make things worse. Prayed that he wouldn’t suffer too much under the hands of their brutal enemy. 

 Some might’ve called her naive. She was not. Doubts threatened to choke her, but hope was all she could cling on to. The rock in a rough sea. She’d drown without something to hold on to, didn’t dare to admit that they could lose a beloved again. The first time she’d seen him again, getting the confirmation that he was still alive, Maggie’s fingers, closed around her wrist in a tight grip, had to hold her back. Alive he was, yes. Physically maybe. But those eyes…

Don’t let them break you, she pleaded, wishing her thoughts to reach him so badly. Don’t let them. Keep fighting. We’re gonna get you back home. I promise.

That night she was haunted by nightmares, rising from sleep more often than not. Even Maggie’s strong arms holding her tight, hands soothingly rubbing her back, did little to wipe away painful images, coupled with numbing fear that dared to raise its ugly head more and more. 

Daryl made his return eventually, thanks to whoever had mercy and let him escape, but Beth didn’t get him back. Their little family…oh, how relieved they were. They hugged him, smiled, shook hands, but couldn’t see (or didn’t want to see) that something’d been left behind. 

Were they too late? There were only so many times a person could be bent, broken until they shattered for good. Did he reach that point now? 

She wouldn’t wait to find out. One thing she’d learnt during her months out on the run with him; sometimes he needed to be pushed, especially when he was hurting the most. When she watched the others greet Daryl after holding on to him like she’d never let him go again, she could see the walls pulled up again, as thick and strong as ever. He’d probably fight to get it off his system, but that wouldn’t be enough. Beth stayed by his side, not speaking, not asking questions, but always present.

I’m not gonna lose you, she thought, wishing her eyes to transfer the determination she felt. We’re going through this together. Don’t fight me. Don’t even try.

He didn’t. Beth knew something deep within him wanted to; it was an instinct almost as old as him, learnt in a way no one ever should. He was like an animal, hiding to lick its wounds and recover in privacy, never allowing itself to show even the briefest moment of weakness. She’d seen him at his weakest before though. He hadn’t forgotten either. 

The first time the walls cracked the following night. He didn’t scream; could’ve alerted more enemies after all. The violent movement as he rose from his nightmare was enough to bring her back to the present as well. She didn’t have to touch him to feel him shaking, trying to breath while his lungs refused to cooperate, fighting the instinct to run. 

She didn’t touch him at all, reached for the bedside lamp and switched it on, dimmed the light so he could make out where he was without being blinded. She’d prepared a glass of water, handed it over without a word. As calmly as she could with a racing heart and itching fingers that wanted to hold, touch, comfort, she watched as he fought his body down into submission until his breathing returned to normal, until the shaking was reduced into a mild trembling. Then, after seemingly an eternity, he met her gaze and in that moment she knew it was his only possible way of asking for help. 

Having permission now, Beth inched closer. One arm wrapped around his waist, her head coming to rest upon his shoulder. The other hand held on to one of his, fingers ever so softly brushing over his palm as she waited. 

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” she asked after a while, voice just above a whisper. 

Daryl shook his head. No, not yet.

Beth nodded. “You know you can, right? Tell me as much or as little as you want. No matter what it is, I’m gonna listen. Won’t scare me away either. I’m here.”

Just a reminder, she thought. For good measure.

They sat in silence for a long time. It wasn’t an awkward one, and Beth couldn’t have cared less if it was. Something’d been left behind in that cell, but Negan had failed to take it all. Daryl was home; she could feel him by her side as she held onto him, felt the steady rhythm of his breath beneath her hand, the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers.

It’s gonna be okay, she wanted to say but knew it was too early. He’d understand eventually. She’d have to be patient. She’d be. After all, she was the only one allowed behind the thick wall that kept everyone out. She was the only one allowed in the animal’s cave, gently nursing it back to health. 

She’d get him back, one babystep at a time.

No lie. I’ve been watching it for 5min straight. It’s been months and i’m still not over it.