x box controller

jeremy heere

anonymous asked: yo idk if you are still making audio posts/taking requests but just. in more than survive when michael shows up and jeremy yells his name 💯👌👌👀👀👀

i didn’t know if you wanted me to do something stupid with it so i left it alone, enjoy!


“Oh my God, yes! I love that game!” You shouted, bouncing to the edge of your seat. You were deep in conversation with Stiles about warfare games, and he had just mentioned Call of Duty: Black Ops. “Especially the zombie mode! It’s so much fun! I beat everyone I play against point wise, and I’m always the last to die.”

Stiles’ grin broadened when Liam let out a scoff. “Oh please, Y/N. You’re a girl. You can’t possibly be good at those types of video games.”

You rolled your eyes at the younger wolf. “Pulling out the gender stereotypes, are we, Liam?” You leaned forward on the table, eyes twinkling as Liam looked at you suspiciously. “Let’s find out who’s better tonight, and let’s make a bet to make it more interesting.”

“Okay.” He jumped at the opportunity immediately. “If you win, you can do my make-up.” This caused Stiles and Scott to snort with laughter. Liam shot them both a harsh glare.

“And if I lose?”

“If you lose, I get to take you on a date,” he said smugly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

A smirk slid onto your face. "Oh, you’re on, Dunbar.“


"Ah, shit! Y/N, I’m down!” Liam shouted, slamming the right trigger on the x-box controller to shoot at the hoard of zombies from the players place on the ground. “You gotta revive me!”

“I can’t!” You answered back, heart racing as you sprayed the oncoming hoard with bullets. You’re points continuously went higher as zombies fell. “I don’t have time to do that!” You were currently on round twenty-five, and that was when it usually started getting pretty difficult with only two players.

Liam groaned as his screen started turning red. “Do you have any monkeys?”

“Yes, I do, but I can’t throw them! I don’t have time to do that either, unless you want us to die!”

“I’m dying right now, woman!”

“I can see that, buttmunch,” you growled. “Sorry, Liam, but I gotta ditch you.” You finished off the clip that was in your gun, and as your player reloaded, you ran through the thinner end of the hoard to get out of the corner. Luckily, you had gotten juggernog, so your player had to take four hits to go down instead of two, but your player got hit one to many times, and he went down. “Damn it!”

You both side and rubbed your eyes, just as the score board came up. “Ha!” You jumped up in victory, fists pumping the air. “Ninety thousand total points and four hundred and fifty kills!”

You turned around to look at Liam who had climbed to his feet. He glanced around the room, obviously embarrassed to be beaten by a girl in a video game. His eyes landed on you and you grinned.

“I’ll go get my make-up bag.”

Pete Dunne - “Oh God, Don’t you knock”

Prompt: Can you do a Pete Dunne imagine with “oh god, don’t you knock”(Pete says it) where Tyler walks in on you either making out or doing the do😊 thanks
Requested: by anon
Warnings: None
Words: 850+

Dating Pete was great. Like really great. You had been in NXT for a year when Pete arrived with the rest of the UK boys. You knew all about him, you yourself an indie performer, your friends kept you updated on the gross and goings on on the circuit. Pete kept to himself pretty much. He didn’t try and make friends when he joined NXT. He had Tyler and Trent and that was enough for him. But William Regal put you in a mixed tag with Trent, Tyler and Pete when Nikki Cross randomly attacked you backstage and the rest of Sanity attacked the boys. The moment you walked out with them Pete was by your side, not only accompanying you to the ring but backstage too. It didn’t take long for your relationship to blossom and for everyone to take notice. 

Pete was so gentle and kind with you. His constant frown would instantly change to a smile whenever you were near him and his harsh exterior would melt away and he would be complete mush. He always had his arm around you or holding your hand. He loved touching you, not just because to told everyone else to back off but because your presence kept him calm. To go along with the constant touching, Pete was ready to go at any time. Early in the morning, late at night, backstage, in a car, on a plane, after a big match, before a big match, even if he was slightly injured, he was ready for it. 

You were out for a couple of weeks after a small concussion. No training or anything. So when Pete left for his day, you spent the day in scrolling through Netflix. You were bored out of your brains without Pete. Usually, you could lie in bed all day if Pete was there. After a while you got out of bed and headed to the kitchen and began to cook - you loved to cook but rarely had time to do it and more importantly Pete loved your cooking. So you made some meals that could be frozen and refrigerated so that when you could go to wrestling you wouldn’t have to worry about cooking meals. 

After hours of cooking, you noticed that you managed to sauce all over your clothes. You headed upstairs to change, seeing one of Pete’s shirts on the ground. You slipped it on over your underwear. His shirt was basically a dress on you anyway so why bother with pants? As you covered the last meal in glad wrap and put it in the fridge you heard the front door to your apartment open. Your apartment was perfect with Pete, Tyler and Trent’s being across the hall - although Pete pretty much lived with you - the four of you just walked between to the two apartments whenever you guys felt like. 

“Hey baby girl” Pete smiled throwing his gym bag onto the ground and wrapping his arms around your waist. That’s when he realised that you weren’t wearing much other than he’s shirt. He smirked and turned you around, picked you up and placed you on the bench “Keep yourself entertained today?” 

“We have enough food to last us 5 months” You grinned putting your arms around his neck. Pete ran his hands up your thighs and up your hips under the shirt. He played with the band of your underwear as he leant forward and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist. He put his hands under your butt and carried you to the couch. 

“Good thing you’re not sweaty” you giggled as he laid you down 

“I showered at performance centre” Pete said putting both his arms on either side of your head so he was above you ”I know how much you hate when I’m sweaty” 

“So considerate” You smiled pulling his head down to yours to kiss him. Pete continued to kiss only stopping to take your shirt off. Pete kissed you again his hands moving all over your body and down towards your underwear. 

“Alright let’s get our gaming on- oh my god!” Tyler and Trent exclaimed coming into your apartment, seeing you and Pete on the couch. 

“Get out!” Pete yelled grabbing the shirt back to hide you from them. You felt your face go red “oh god, don’t you knock?Turn around you idiots!” Tyler and Trent quickly turned around 

“Don’t you lock a door?!” Tyler exclaimed. Pete put the shirt back over your head and a pair of his boxers that had been drying 

“Sorry, They didn’t see anything did they?” Pete asked helping you into the clothes

“All good” You giggled your face still bright red “All clothed guys” 

“Seriously you two go at it like teenagers” Trent said sitting on the couch grabbing the x box controller 

“Well when your girl looks like this wouldn’t you?” Pete smirked wrapping his arm around you 

“But seriously though can you start locking the doors when you get it on” Tyler said “I don’t want to walk in on it again. Thanks” 

I loved writing this, gave me such feels

a non-comprehensive list of people eric richard bittle has kissed:
  • his first kiss was a girl who shared the ice with him at katya’s practices. she cornered him late one night at the rink when no one else was watching and kissed him, all dry lips and chaste enthusiasm. eric couldn’t help but be disappointed in the experience. was that it?
  • his second kiss was not any more illuminating. it was a girl from school, this time at the spring fling dance. he’d asked her because she was his friend and his mama had been dropping hints like crazy for him to take her. she kissed him in the truck as he pulled up outside her house to drop her off at the end of the night. she was shaking when she kissed him and when he didn’t react or pull her closer, she looked stricken. ‘do you not want to?’ ‘want to what?’ his mama had framed the picture of eric and his date and it sat on the mantle at home.
  • his third kiss (sometimes he forgets it’s the third and not the first) he was tucked away in the basement of his friend’s house, playing video games and laughing, sitting too close and feeling jittery from sugar and something else entirely. when he looked up and the other boy - his friend, his neighbor, a boy he’d known his whole, entire life - leaned over to kiss him a little too hard to be pleasant, the x-box controller was still clutched in his hand. eric remembered thinking ‘oh’ and then ‘yes’. this boy was also responsible for eric’s fourth, fifth and sixth kisses, but then it stopped as quickly as it had started and he wasn’t invited over to his friend’s basement again.
  • he didn’t kiss anyone else for a long time.
  • he went to samwell and thought about kissing a lot of boys, but didn’t. at least for a while.
  • (he did not think about kissing jack zimmermann.)
  • his seventh kiss was less of a kiss and more a desperate slide of sweaty lips against his at a dark kegster. he didn’t even know the guy’s name - some senior on the soccer team. he re-played the kiss for weeks in his head, wondering what would have happened if he hadn’t panicked and run. he kept forgetting that it was alright here.
  • his eighth kiss was maybe his most pleasant kiss to date at the time. all intention and soft, plying lips attached to a very attractive student athlete that rans and holster had lassoed into being his first winter screw date. the moment was only ruined by the fact that not 10 minutes later, said very attractive student athlete had thrown up on eric’s shoes, thus nipping any romance in the bud.
  • his ninth kiss was the boy who stopped him outside of english class one day. ‘why do all those boys call you bitty?’ ‘huh? oh, it’s just because i’m small.’ ‘you’re not that small.’ ‘it’s a hockey thing.’ they’d gotten coffee and then sat out by the pond, using the cold as an excuse to warm each other up with hands and mouths.
  • he lost track after that. kisses were no longer worth tracking; they were a dime a dozen. he felt like he had a kiss for every boy who caught his eye across the room at every party he went to. he forgot when he stopped being afraid of what he wanted so that when he went home for the summer, it was like a slap in the face.
  • his sophomore year was a blur of boys - mostly put in his path by too much alcohol or rans and holster. it wasn’t a terrible arrangement. there were times when he thought that he’d probably kissed every gay boy on samwell campus and a few more on top of that.
  • he even tried his hand at dating once, but a few coffee dates and a handful of awkward blow jobs later, and he had to admit defeat. it wasn’t that he wasn’t interested; it was that every time his phone buzzed, he wasn’t hoping for a text from the boy he was almost-kind-of dating, he was hoping for a text from someone else entirely.
  • (he tried not to think about kissing jack zimmermann in any regular fashion. it was a painful exercise at best.)
  • he tried kissing more boys. then when that didn’t take his mind off of jack, he tried kissing no one at all. he waited for the end of the year, ready to not see jack at every turn and feel the knife-twist of attraction every time he did. but…he dreaded the end of the year too.
  • when jack zimmermann finally kissed him, it felt like the world was ending. eric couldn’t imagine anything better or worse than that kiss. he had imagined it hundreds of different ways, but none lived up to the reality of jack, out of breath and wide-eyed, kissing him senseless. eric had thought that it was likely the only kiss he’d ever get from jack, so he had done his best to commit it to memory on the spot. he had hoped it wouldn’t be the best kiss of his life.
  • (he tried not to spend all summer thinking about the time jack zimmermann kissed him, but failed.)
  • his favorite kiss - the one that he re-visited again and again even years later - came late that same summer under a big georgia night sky that sizzled with fireworks. the truck was parked up on the hill just beyond the tree break in the back pasture and it had felt like eric and jack were the only two people in the entire world. jack had pulled him close and eric had never felt so electric. it had been a long, hard summer and he was so tired of not kissing jack zimmermann. when eric tilted his face up and their lips found each other’s, it felt like coming home.
Let Me Love You


  • Can you please do an imagine with Gerard and (y/n) where the reader and Gerard have had a crush on each other for mooonths (and they are like both best friends) and there is this really strong sexual tension between them but their both really shy. And then one day after school Gerard like confesses his feeling and kisses the reader and it like turns all smutty afterwards. THANK YOU I KNOW ITS ALOT BUT…. I HAVE NEED ;-; (thank you a million, I love you)
  • hey so i cant get over basement gerard (at all) and i was wondering if you could do a fluffy basement gerard piece? i dont really care what about just anything with basement gerard would be really appreciated
  • Hey! Can I have a Gerard way smut where he is insecure about himself and y/n helps him? Thanks! BTW I love your writing!
  • One where you have a major crush on Gerard

“I got it for Christmas. It’s really cool! There’s even some games that only come out for this console,” Gerard squeaked excitedly as he led me downstairs to his room. He had been bragging about getting the new PS4 all day and I was finally coming over to see it. He had propped up on his shelf next to his TV, the surface completely cleaned off when it was usually covered in half empty cups and drawings.

 “There it is,” he said proudly, resting his hand on top of the console. 

“I prefer X-Box controls,” I shrugged, hearing him scoff behind me. 

“The PS4 is a way better console Y/N. It has so many features an X-Box doesn’t have.”

“I never said X-Box was better, i’m just saying I like the controls better.”“Do you wanna play?”

“Of course, did you think I came all the way here just to look at it?” I giggled, earning a quiet “shut it” from him.We played his new game for awhile, me sucking since the controls were practically backwards. I could tell Gerard was doing bad on purpose, trying to make me feel better. Whenever I confronted him about missing a shot I knew he usually got easily, he just shrugged it off and said he messed up.

What a dork.

Gerard made the poor mistake of buying chargable controllers instead of regular ones that just took batteries and his controller died thirty minutes in. I played while he waited for his to charge, feeling his eyes burning into the side of my face the entire time. During one of the load screens, I turned to look at him, his face flushing in embarrassment.

“Need something?” I asked, making him babble incoherently.

“N-No, well yes. I mean no. I…we need to talk,” he finally said clearly, his face turning more pale than usual. 

“Is everything okay?”

“I just need to tell you something. For awhile now, I’ve kinda sort of had a crush on you. I understand if you don’t feel the same way but I just figured you have the right to know especially when you spend the night and-”

“Gee, I like you too.” 

If Gerard’s face could get any paler it would, his eyes going wide and his mouth falling open.“Really?!”

“Yes. I’ve had a crush on you since eighth grade you big dork,” I giggled. A wide smile broke out on his face. His fingers fumbled with his sleeves before tucking his hair behind his ears.

“Do you mind if I…you know kiss you?” I shook my head, scooting a few inches closer to him. He closed his eyes, inching forward slowly before brushing our lips together softly. I could feel his lips tremble against mine, electricity sparking in me with each gentle touch. I wanted more, wanted to feel him let go.

I moved forward and straddled his waist, curling my fingers into his long locks. He hesitantly put his arms on my waist, running his hands up my sides. My tongue flicked at his bottom lip, begging for an entrance. He slightly opened his mouth, giving my tongue just enough space to invade his mouth. I heard him moan softly when my tongue tangled with his, rolling my hips against his.

“Y/N,” He whimpered when we pulled apart. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“If you want to. Do you?”

“I do but…i’m scared of what you’re going to think,” he confessed, avoiding my eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re just so pretty and smart and funny and great and i’m so…average, fat, and unattractive. I have no experience with this and I don’t want you to see me and not like me anymore.”

“Gee, look at me.” I placed my hand under his chin, forcing him to look at me. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes watery and his cheeks wet with salty tears. “Gee, you’re perfect. You’re the most sexy, amazing, beautiful boy I’ve ever met. Let me show you.”

He nodded, smiling a little when I gave his lips a quick peck. My hands moved down to his shirt, looking up at him for permission, he sighed and nodded, closing his eyes tightly once the fabric was off his chest.

I ran my hands up and down his pale chest, trailing kisses down his neck, chest, paying extra attention to the folds and rolls he hated. “You’re so hot Gerard, so perfect,” I murmured into his skin, swirling my tongue under his navel and earning a desperate whine from him. He stopped me when I moved down to his pants.

“Too far?” I asked.

“No I just…I….are you sure you want to do this? I understand if you don’t want to.”

“I want to Gee. I want to show you how much I love you,” I insisted, watching that beautiful smile return to his face. “Have you ever gotten a blowjob before?”

“No,” he said a little embarrassed.

“You’re gonna enjoy this,” I smirked, lowering down his pants and boxers, his erection springing free. “Fuck you’re perfect baby, so big,” I murmured, watching a faint blush form on his cheeks. I took his length into my hand, stroking him softly and earning a quiet string of moans. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his slit, hearing him draw in a sharp breath.

I wrapped my lips around his tip, lowering myself as far as I could go. His shaky hand wrapped into my hair, curling his fingers in time with my head bobs. I hollowed out my cheeks, looking up at him through half lidded eyes.

He had his head tilted back against his headboard, eyes closed tightly, mouth agape, and beads of sweat rolling down his face. He had morphed from the adorable boy to the most sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I felt him twitch in my mouth, signaling he was close. He lightly bucked his hips up to meet my mouth, small moans spewing out. “Shit Y/N. This feel so good…i’m g-getting close,” he groaned out.

I sped up my actions, running my tongue along his shaft with each thrust. He came with a loud grunt, followed by a few curse words as his cum shot down my throat. I swallowed of it, wiping the corners of my mouth when I pulled off of him.

“You’re so sexy like this Gerard, with hair all tousled and moaning my name,” I purred, sitting up next to him and kissing his lips. He kissed back more confidently now, making the first move and pushing his tongue past my lips.

“Thank you. Not just for the uh blowjob but for, y’know sayin’ that stuff,” he mumbled bashfully.

“I meant every word Gerard. You’re the most attractive guy I’ve ever seen and I love you.”

“I love you too,” he grinned, capturing my lips with his one last time before laying his head down onto my lap, lazily closing his eyes. “That made me tired,” he chuckled, followed by a yawn.

“Go to sleep baby,” I smiled, stroking his sweaty hair as he fell asleep in my lap.

The only “bad” thing about she’s kinda hot

The buttons don’t match the controller… 

The buttons are clearly “Y” “B” “X” and “A” however if you look at the remote

that is clearly a PlayStation controller 

Which has the button shapes of a circle, triangle, square and an X

The controller which has the correct buttons for the video is an X box controller 

But that is just the gamer in me being pedantic! But if this is the only problem they have done a good job!! 

anonymous asked:

Perfect <3 So we have 5SOS!mermen being lured onto the pop-rock ship of pirate! ATL by the delicious smelling pizza flag. Haha xP The ship should be controlled by an x-box controller or something. Maybe a computer mouse?

A joystick, taking things old-style.

*clears throat*

All Time Low were sailing happily across the deep seas of Lexon, searching for the mystical Merpeople. Hopefully to capture the most powerful of them all, Michael, Ashton, Calum and Luke. Little did they know, the Mermen had been hunted for many years now, and had developed a special skill, for they were not only Mermaids, they were Sirens.

Alex was guiding the mighty ship North, but was suddenly distracted by beautiful power cords sounding from the East. Luke was perched on a rock, enticing the hopeless pirate easily with the first lyrics from American Idiot. Alex was awestruck at the sight of Luke’s glistening emerald tail, curling slightly to the rhythm of Green Day.

“Alex, no!” His trusty henchman, Jack called over the side of the ship, as Alex dreamily dived into the rippling blue sea, instantly captured by the awaiting Ashton.

But Jack fell prey to the Sirens too, the music filling his brain and controlling his movements. He caught the eye of the blonde merman, his blue irises mirroring the rich colour of the ocean. The skunk haired man toppled over board, finally seduced by the musical notes that Calum and Luke were harmonizing in.

“Rian, we need to get out of here! Rian…Ri…” Poor Zack, desperately trying to save his last member of crew, to no avail, for the remaining two could hear the blissful tapping of Ashton’s tail and hands on the side of their ship.

The four pirates were never seen again, and the Sirens remained free to lure other innocent men to their deaths forever.

anonymous asked:

49, 1, and Chan please! x


Here you go cutie, hope you like it <3

1. “Shut up and kiss me.”
49. “Were you staring at me?”

Genre: f.l.u.f.f

Word count: 1 535

Summary: Staring at Chan is more enjoyable than game instructions…

I have never been a gamer girl, not even close. So when Chan suggested that we hang out at the dorm this was not what I had in mind. We were sitting on the couch, hands gripping the x-box controllers like our lives depended on it. He hadn’t even bothered explaining the racing game to me expecting me to be able to figure it out. Guess what,  I hadn’t. I groaned, threw the controller onto the couch beside me and slumped until I was nearly laying down. Chan visibly started growing bored of playing against me, it’s not like I was hard to beat, he needed a challenge. I glanced at him when he too leaned back into the couch.

“ Do you want to play with someone else?” I asked, he looked at me with guilt in his eyes.

“You came over to hang out with me so then you should hang out with me.” He said, trying to sound excited and not show how bored he actually was. I scoffed at him playfully and hit his shoulder.

“Come on, I’ll go get you Soonyoung or Seokmin and you can go up against them, then I’ll go help Mingyu in the kitchen.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, probably feeling bad for wanting to play a game rather than hang out with me. I nodded and smiled at him.

“I don’t mind, I need practice in my culinary skills anyways.” Then I stood up and ran away, I could hear his laugh behind me and how he started preparing the game once again. I knocked carefully on the door belonging to Soonyoung and Seokmin, the two sunshines of Seventeen. Commotion arose within the room making me giggle, these two guys could never do  anything in a calm manner.


“Yah! Seokmin-ah, that hurt.” Seokmin’s laugh was heard before it was replaced with a high pitched scream only Seokmin could create. Then another crash.

“Soonyoung-ssi, get off me.” His words came out accompanied with hysterical fits of laughter, I made the conclusion that Soonyoung was tickling him. It wouldn’t surprise me if they had already forgotten that someone knocked on their door. With a sigh I put all my manners away and entered the room without knocking a second time. As soon as I opened the door the two boys froze and looked up at me with shocked expressions. Within a second they were both of the floor and standing up before me, wide smiles on their faces.

“Y/N!” They jumped me and engulfed me in hugs, I laughed at how silly they were being.

“Okay, okay guys. If we don’t stop now we are going to be standing here all day.” They slowly let go of me.”Chan wants you to play some racing game with him, I’m not enough of a challenge.”

“Well, we all knew that.” Soonyoung said as he passed me, taking the opportunity to pinch my cheek. I slapped his hand away, making him chuckle. I grumbled at him. Seokmin laughed at me but didn’t try to pull the same stunt that Soonyoung did. Instead he called out to me when he was at a safe distance.

“We’ll keep your boyfriend company.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” They laughed at me but didn’t say anything as they sat down on the couch next to Chan. I smiled at them before entering the kitchen where Mingyu was cooking something by the stove.

“Hey.” I said, making him jump and look back at me. He visibly relaxed once he saw that it was me and turned back to the food.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” He asked. “I thought you were here to hang out with Chan.” I shrugged as I walked up to him, observing what he was doing.

“I was, but he wanted someone who actually has the chance of beating him in that racing game of his.” Mingyu laughed at me while giving me a look of sympathy. I just waved it off as nothing, I didn’t mind that I could hang out with the other boys too.

“Is there something I could help you with?” I asked, looking around the counter that was filled with different kinds of ingredients. He thought for a moment.

“You could chop the onions if you want.” I nodded with enthusiasm and fetched a knife and some onions. Then I got to work. Not even two minutes passed before Mingyu started talking again.

“So, how’s things with you and Chan?” I didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was smirking, I ignored it.

“It’s good, I’m happy that I can still spend some time with him even though he has a hectic schedule.” Mingyu nodded at my answer.

“That’s it?” He asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason, I just hoped that at least one of you would have made a move by now.” I choked at my spit at his words. His head snapped to be by the sound and laughed. “You thought none of us had noticed? It’s pretty obvious you two like each other.” I didn’t look up at him because I knew that just by looking into my eyes he would get the confirmation that he was right. It felt as if my stomach was going to explode and I tried to ignore the feeling as much as I could. With my eyes at the onion I continued chopping. Mingyu didn’t say anything else after his little statement and the silence that surrounded us was actually quite comfortable.

As I was chopping the onions I could feel my eyes water the longer it went on, and me being me, I raised my hand that was holding the onion in place and rubbed my eyes, making the burning feeling even more intense. I cried out as it started burning even more and the tears started running down my cheeks. Mingyu looked at me and burst out laughing the minute he figured out what was going on. That idiot, here I was standing in pain and he wasn’t doing anything to help me. I made my way over to the sink and started rubbing my eyes with the water coming from the tap.

“What’s going on?” I could hear someone ask and I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. I turned the water off and grabbed a towel to dry my hands and my face. Then I faced Chan who was standing there with a concerned look on his face.

“Onions.” I said, making him giggle. I didn’t even have to say anything else, he knew what I meant anyways. I’ve always been sensitive to onions.

“Come on, let’s get you away from those evil vegetables. Should I throw them out for making you cry?” He asked in a babyish tone. I rolled my eyes at him and let him drag me to the couch. We plopped down and he handed me the controller for the second time today. I groaned and took the controler.

“At least teach me how to play this time, alright.” He shuffled closer to me and took the controller from me in order to point out what every button did.

“Okay, so you gas with this button here and you boost with the A button. Then in a sharp turn you have to press this button so that don’t crash into the wall. Then if you crash you press this button to….” By then I wasn’t even listening anymore. I was too distracted by the way his lips were moving when he talked, by the way his eyes light up because he loved the game so much, by the way his hands gripped the controller. I had always had a big fascination with hands and I couldn’t explain it but Chan’s hands were very inviting, just like his lips when he smiled. Oh, I loved his smile.

“Y/N!?” I jumped as I heard my name being called. I looked up at Chan’s eyes that held an amused look. I backed away a little, realising just how close we were sitting.

“Yes?” I asked, trying to sound as normal as I could. Chan only smirked.

“Were you staring at me?” A giggle followed his question and I could feel how red my face became within a couple of seconds.

“Uh-uhm, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I wasn’t staring.” I knew he didn’t belive me but he just shrugged it off with a smirk playing along his lips.

“Do you understand how to play now then?”

“Not really.” I answered, blushing even more since I probably would have understood if I had listened to him. He sighed and laughed at me.

“Let’s take it from the start then. This button…”

“You know what? Just shut up and kiss me.” He looked up at me, a shocked expression on his face and he didn’t know what to do. I immediately felt embarrassed and I stood up quickly. “I’m sorry, I should go.” I started heading towards the door.

“No.” Was all I heard before I felt a hand on my wrist, then I was pulled back against Lee Chan’s lips.


You DO Want This Guy in Your Head

submitted by ficanon

mad king/xray (raywood), slight vav/ash | xray and vav verse

“Finally! I didn’t think you had it in you.“ The Mad King smirked, brushing off his kilt as he stared up at the green superhero, who had a finger on his glasses.

"You won’t get in my head again!” he growled, hunching his shoulders and leaning forward, a red glaze appearing over his spectacles.

Then it happened. Ray didn’t know how, but it just did. His enemy, with his back against the wall on the ground, just raised an eyebrow, and it sent shivers through his entire body. Ever since the ORF incident… he thought he’d suppressed it well enough by now. The burning red light subsided, and he stared down at the Mad King, face burning in embarrassment at how his body was reacting to this.

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oseuamante  asked:

Qual a coisa mais inusitada ja usou pra masturbar ? Bucetinha e cuzinho ?

hmmm, tava jogando x box e usei o controle pra me masturbsr u.u

no cuzinho so aquilo da foto que postei :(

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Bucky frowned at the blond and the blanket he’d just tossed over him on his way back from getting snacks. “Why?” He asked, unsure what about how he was sitting on the couch with an X-box controller in his hand made Francis think he needed a blanket. “It’s like 90 degrees outside.” Summers in New York had never been his favorite but the tower kept things pretty cool, despite how many floors the air conditioning had to service.

Fights (5SOS Preference)

A/N: Heyyyy dears xX So here’s just something I wrote, I think I’m also going to write how this fight resolves. But enjoy!

Jessi xX

5SOS Preference Fights

 Ashton: After three weeks of barely having any time to spend with Ashton, you were looking forward to the weekend away the two of you had planned. Finally you would have some much needed time to yourselves. He had been back in town with you for a good two months, but with how busy 5 Seconds of Summer was, it wouldn’t have been very different if he were away. That was why you were so excited to be going up to the cabin this weekend. It was also why you literally skipped to Ashton when he came through the door of your shared apartment, giving him a hug and a peck on the lips hello. 

“Hey Ash. How was work?” You asked cheerfully, heading towards the kitchen where dinner was simmering on the stove. Ashton shrugged halfheartedly, dragging himself up onto the stool by the counter. 

“Okay,” he mumbled, watching you cautiously as you stirred the bubbling pasta. 

“Are you packed for this weekend? I’m seriously so excited about this,” you chirped, turning to the red sauce now and not even noticing Ashton’s grimace.

“Yeah babe, about that,” Ashton started hesitantly. You stopped, setting down your spoon and looking worriedly up at him.

“What about it?”

“I don’t think I can do it,” Ashton said slowly and your face dropped. “I’m so sorry (Y/N) I tried so hard but management was-" 

"Are you shitting me Ashton?” You demanded, tears welling in your eyes. You didn’t mean to freak out like this but you just missed Ashton so much and to suddenly hear that you wouldn’t be getting the time you wanted with him was… well, disappointing. 

“I’m sorry, really I am. I wanted to do this so badly but I’ve gotta work and I just-” Ashton tried to explain himself but you looked down at dinner, sniffling.

“It’s always work Ash. It’s been work for the past three weeks! I’m not trying to be clingy or anything but I just, I miss you,” you sniffed, wiping your nose and looking up at Ashton with red rimmed eyes.

“I know baby, I know. And I miss you too, you’re not being clingy, but I really can’t get out of this. Maybe another week-”

“Ashton, I got off work specifically for this. I can’t just adjust my schedule around yours it doesn’t work like that. The world doesn’t revolve around you,”

“I know, and I’m sorry!” Ashton insisted, his voice rising as he stood resolutely, slamming his hand down on the table. He stared at you for a moment before sighing resignedly. “We can reschedule it but I don’t know what else you want me to do right now,”

You just stared at him, your eyes brimming with water, as silence filled the room. Finally you sniffed, turned, and climbed up the stairs, wiping furiously at the tears that were leaking out of your eyes.


Calum: It started when you hadn’t had sex for a week. You didn’t think much of it, Calum was probably just tired from getting back into the swing of things after tour. But that week turned into two, then three, then it turned into a month without sex. 

And it wasn’t just that you weren’t having sex, but you were barely managing to make the time for dinner together anymore. The gap that had formed between the two of you wasn’t exactly what you had been expecting after finally getting reunited. But it was there, slowly worming its way in between you and the guy you loved.

You were sitting on the couch one evening, mindlessly watching some TV show while your brain was occupied with other things, when Calum came through the door.

“Hey (Y/N), I brought Panda Express!” Calum called from the doorway but you didn’t respond. “(Y/N)? Baby?” Calum tried again, poking his head into the living room.

“Oh there you are. Why the long face?” Calum inquired, leaning his muscular shoulder on the doorframe. It took a minute for you to respond. You thought for a moment, looking up at Calum then back into space, before turning off the TV and sitting up a little straighter, Calum staring expectantly at you the whole time.

“Cal, do you even want to be with me anymore?” You asked, your voice softer than you hoped it would come out.

“What?” Calum demanded, striding forward and taking a seat next to you. “Of course I want to be with you," 

"Really? Because you’re not acting like it,” you said, your voice a little louder now as you stood, moving around to stand in front of the coffee table. 

“What do you mean?” Calum asked, shooting puppy dog eyes up at you.

“Oh please don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it,”

“Noticed what?” Calum stood now too.

“The distance! It’s like as soon as you got back from tour we suddenly weren’t a couple anymore. You don’t touch me, we haven’t had sex in a month, we barely spend any time together. I mean, do you even care about me anymore?” You sighed exasperatedly, flopping your hands uselessly down to your sides. Calum stared his feet, an expression of pure shame covering his face. 

“Well?” You demanded after Calum hadn’t answered you. “It wasn’t a rhetorical question,” Silence. You sighed resolutely.

“Fine. Clearly if you’re not fighting for this, that’s my answer,” and you stormed towards the door, grabbing your keys and wallet and yanking your shoes on before heading out the door and slamming it behind you. 


Luke: It was shitty really. You had had this huge fight about Luke not communicating well when he was away and then had to immediately head to an event and act like everything was fine and dandy when really you were peeved. 

A little after two in the morning you stormed through the door, Luke following slowly behind and pulling his suit jacket off while he went. 

“(Y/N) would you please calm down? You’re being so dramatic,” Luke sighed exasperatedly, clearly tired from the evening’s events and sick of the argument. 

“Dramatic?” You demanded, yanking your heels off furiously. “If I’m letting you go 7000 miles away from me every other day the least you could do is call me!" 

"Hold on. You’re "letting” me? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was your fucking pet! Oh let me let Luke off his leash so he can go do his fucking job!“ Luke shouted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

"That is not what I meant and you know it!” You yelled, hands on hips, your shoes dropped carelessly to the floor. "I just want to know what’s going on in your life while you’re away. I’m sorry that I fucking care about you, you dick head,“ Luke watched you for a moment, his chest heaving hard with rage until he took a deep breath, trying to think rationally and calm himself. 

"Look I know you care about me, I care about you too. But sometimes I just don’t have time to make a phone call,”

“You don’t have 5 minutes in your day to call me? God what happened to you Luke? You always used to have time for me. Even on your busiest day you would still call me to tell me you missed me. Now even when you’re home I barely see you,” you said, both of you quieting down and settling a little. You sighed heavily.

“I just need to know that you still care about me,” you said resignedly, looking up at Luke, your eyes red rimmed. Luke stared at you for a moment, chewing on his lip ring in contemplation before sighing.

“Please don’t cry,” he murmured. You chuckled dryly, scoffing slightly at Luke’s pathetic response. That was it. That was your answer. Luke didn’t want you anymore.

“If you didn’t want to be with me anymore then why didn’t you just say so?” you mumbled.

“Because I do want to be with you! I love you,” Luke insisted, taking a step forward but you backed away from him, looking up into his desperate blue eyes.

“Then start acting like it,”

Michael: You had every right to be pissed off. It was the seventh time, and yes you were counting thank you very much, that Michael had “forgotten” a date in the past three weeks. Normally you understood about Michael’s busy schedule, you knew what you were signing up for when you started dating him, but lately it wasn’t even work things that would make him stand you up.

You were storming up the stairs after being abandoned by Michael at yet another coffee shop he had promised to meet you at. You knew he’d be in his apartment and, as you stomped furiously up the stairs, it was like you could feel the steam building up in your head. When you reached his door, you jammed your key in, turned it and huffed into the apartment, slamming the door behind you.

“Babe, not so loud!” Michael called from the living room.

“Michael Gordon Clifford!” you screeched, stomping into the living room to find him lounging back into the couch, a terrified look on his face and an X-Box controller in his hands. You took in the scene for a moment, your nostrils flaring with rage. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you stepped forward, reaching behind the TV and, before Michael could even begin to protest, yanking the power cord.

“(Y/N)!!! What the hell?!” Michael demanded in complete shock.

“What the hell?! WHAT THE HELL?!!” you shouted back, straightening with the power chord in hand to see that Michael had at least gotten off the couch to protest. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down a little before you started this fight.

“Jesus Christ who pissed in your cornflakes?” Michael groaned, flopping back down onto the couch and glaring at you.

“Do you know where I just was Michael?” you asked, eerily calm as you attempted to control your rage. He shrugged, clearly oblivious. “At the coffee shop. You know, the one you said you’d meet me at for a date. Two fucking hours ago!” Michael’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Oh my god… (Y/N), babe I’m so sorry, please let me make it up to you somehow,” Michael pleaded, rising off the couch once more.

“No Michael! You can’t just say I’m sorry and move on. This is the seventh time it’s happened in three weeks! I’m your girlfriend, I really hope I’m not that easy to forget!”

“I’m sorry, really I am, I’m just so new to this, I don’t know how to handle-“

“Michael, you’re not “new” to anything. You made every date we scheduled at the beginning of our relationship! Why can’t you do it now?”

“I’m sorry! I just forgot!” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

“Seven times. You “just forgot” seven times?” Michael didn’t say anything, but looked down at his feet

in shame.

“Well do me a favor and think about if you actually want to keep going on dates with me. Because if not, you’re wasting my time,” And with that you walked swiftly out of his apartment, slamming the door behind you.

Kisses - Calum Imagine

Request: I know I just requested a Calum one (I love it so much thank you) but could you do one where you and Calum are hanging out and he goes to eat a Hershey’s kiss but you take it from him and sit on he counter and say if he wants it he has to come get it and you put it in your mouth and it turns into a really heated make out?

@ Anon: Glad you liked Best! Hope you like this one too! (Send in more requests!)

Warnings: Slight smut

Originally posted by lazymaya


“Hey Y/N! We’re here!” Ashton started yelling when he, Michael and Luke walked in the apartment. “Hey guys!” You walked out of your bedroom, into the living room of your apartment. “Hey, where’s Calum?” You were wearing your favourite black studded, twisted strap, open back and low-cut side tank top, with a hot pink bra, and a pair of denim short shorts. “Cal is down- Damn Y/N!” The boys stared at you as you walked into the room, bewildered by your appearance. “Y-Y/N, um, c-can I borrow your toilet?” Michael stared at you, his skin tight jeans becoming even tighter, if remotely possible. Trying to hide your laughter, you nodded at him. “Sure, go ahead.” As Michael shuffled out of the room, your front door slammed behind you as Calum walked into the room, looking sassy and hot as fuck. (The gif above ^) “Hey guys, I brought candy!” As he was walking, Calum stopped in his tracks staring at you, a small smirk playing on his face. “Hey Y/N.” You’ve had the single biggest crush on Calum for like 5 years or so, and this was the first time you’ve seen him after his tour ended. Supposedly, according to the guys, Calum had a crush on you as well and it was supposedly very obvious, but, you’re pretty sure they’re bluffing. “Hey Cal.” You stepped forward, bringing Calum into your arms as you embraced him for the first time in forever. 

“So, how’s life?” “Good.” The tension was so thick you could cut through it with a knife. “Uh, guys, want to like, do something?” “Let’s play Fifa!” Michael yelled out loud whilst everyone else started to discuss. You smirked, turning to Michael. “I bet you I can beat you now.” Raising his eyebrows, he laughed at you. “Oh Y/N, you’re so naive. Of course you won’t.” Picking up the X-box controller, you and Michael jumped into the game. You guys were sat on the L-shaped sofa, Michael sitting on your right side with Calum on your left, Luke next to Michael and Ashton sat on Calum’s left. You and Michael kept moving side to side, smashing into each other’s shoulders. “God Y/N how the fuck did you get so good?” You kept smashing into him, laughing as Michael let out multiple frustrated groans. Everyone else started laughing, as whilst you moved around left and forth, Calum paused your game. “Hey! Cal what are you doing?” He got up slowly, pushing off your shoulder, accidentally touching your left boob. “Sorry! I have to go to the kitchen!” Calum’s eyes were wide open as your face started turning red.

“Uh, Ashton do you want to play? I have to go to the toilet.” You got up, passing the controller to Ashton who was nodding furiously whilst telling Michael how he was going to ‘beat his ass’. Getting up, you rushed towards the direction of your bathroom, catching a glimpse of your doorless kitchen, seeing Calum as on the counter with his legs swinging back and forth. “Hey Cal.” You walked into the kitchen, making Calum hop off the marble counter. “Um, hey Y/N.” Calum smiled at you sheepishly, his cheeks turning slightly red. Moving past you, he walked to the other side of the kitchen, opening the bag of candies he’d bought just now. “Can you pass me one?” You asked him as he started reaching into a pack of Hershey’s Kisses. “Nope, sorry last one. Want it? Come get it!” Calum started waving the chocolate in your face, making you snatch it out of his grasp. “Hey give it back!” He pouted, looking adorable. “Want it? Come get it.” Mocking Cal, you jumped up on to the counter, smirking. You started unwrapping the chocolate, popping it in your mouth, half of it sticking out. He moved closer to you slowly, slowly running his hand through his hair like if he was in a commercial. He spread your legs apart and moved close to you, placing his hand on the nape of your neck, pulling your face towards his and smashing his lips into yours. As if you two were in a dance, Calum pulled you off the counter, wrapping his other hand around your waist, he moved you onto the wall, your lips moving in sync with the inaudible music in the air. Slowly, his tongue entered your mouth, the taste of chocolate swirling around your mouth and his own.

Slowly, you moved your hands up and down Calum’s body, your hands getting tangled in his hair. You moved your hands down to his waist, slipping your hands into his waist, moving your hand over his abs. You threw his shirt over his body, as his hands slipped into your shirt as well. His hands glided along your sides, unclipping your bra and taking off your tank top. You were both panting and sweating, shirtless and groping each other, feeling the cool wall behind your back. Calum kissed down your jaw, going down your neck and down the valley of your breasts. He sucked small hickeys along your collar bone, making you moan aloud as you pulled and tugged on Calum’s hair. He moved up and bit on your ear lobe, pulling on it and sucking slowly. You reached down Calum’s body, you unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down his pants. You started grinding on Calum, squeezing and tugging on his member, making him moan aloud. Suddenly, Luke’s voice echoed along the apartment. “Guys if you are gonna do it, do it in the bedroom. Food is what belongs in the kitchen!”