you are killin' me

anonymous asked:

You know you're bonding when out of nowhere you simultaneously wake up to have sex in the middle of the night. Your pussy knows it's dick time before your brain catches up. I suppose that's a lady boner right? 😂 anyway this concept with Harry yes please 😩

Lmao this just made me snort with laughter while having dinner with my parents. Oh jeeze. But HELLO YES. This is a concept that pops up in my head almost everyday.

You wake up all groggy cause his nose is poking at your cheek and his hand is already in your undies, resting above your slit just waiting for the go ahead. A smile comes to your face and you widen your legs for him. “I’ve been trying to get some sleep but you’re killin me in nothing but an old shirt and these little blue panties. Didn’t put your shorts on, is that cause you know I love the blue ones? Hmm? They looks so cute covering that bum of yours.” The stubble on his face tickles you and makes you giggle as he smiles through neck kisses. Your hand grips his wrist and your giggles quickly turn into very serious groan. Your mouths open and your eyebrows furrowed, “Tell me how good it feels, tell me. Please, baby.”

Just imagine how hard he’d pound into you when you start to tell him how he, only Harry, can make you feel this good.

The problem with drinking? You have a thirst you can’t quench, one you can’t satisfy no matter how much you take down. It’ll numb you kid, but only for a little bit. Just enough to trick yourself into thinking you’re not in pain, so that you can sleep just for a night.
—  Shade

Dean surprises everyone when he hands Cas the iPhone, brand new in its pristine white box. The angel is overwhelmed; he knew his flip phone was outdated but this…

“And wait,” Dean smiles, grabbing another package from the bag. “I haven’t even shown you the best part yet.”

They’re headphones, large ones in a big box and a little plastic container of smaller ear buds. They both have the label Shure on the side, a fact that has Sam’s hazel eyes wide and Castiel blushing under the lavishness of the gifts. “Dean, I don’t need–”

“I know,” Dean says. His smile, though hesitant and shy, is beautiful. “I, uh, I wanted to. ‘Sides, can’t have you listening to shitty tunes on shitty headphones, y'know?”

The phone has already been set up, a fact Castiel is eternally grateful for. The angel watches as Dean explains how the device works, tapping at the screen and plugging in the huge headphones and carefully placing them over Cas’s ears. Castiel flinches in response: “Sorry.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Dean replies. His smile is brave and fake, and Cas hates it. He wishes he could relax. He wishes he could stop being anxious and sad. But ever since he expelled Lucifer and killed Amara, things have been—different. Loud noises make him jump, unexpected touches make him cringe and flinch, and he often loses himself in his own thoughts.

“Hey, here, I wanna show you something.” This time, Dean warns him before touching him, his calloused fingers smoothing over his arm as his other hand hovers over the phone. “I’m gonna press play, okay? You’ll like it, I promise.”

With the knowledge that the song will be a surprise, Castiel tenses up, his shoulders almost touching his ears. He nods and bites his lip, almost to the point of blood.

Dean’s green eyes become dull and worried in response, and the hunter gives a little nod of his own. He presses play. Cas flinches pre-emptively.

And then it’s just… alright. Good, even.

In the place of music, the sound of rain filters through his headphones. It’s a little bit of a shock at first, he has to turn the volume down because the bouts of thunder make him jump, but after a while, it becomes—relaxing. The sound is repetitive, soft, the thunder is low and grumbly, and it soothes Cas until he’s comfortable enough to slump in his seat. Dean, who at some point has sat down beside him, easily takes Castiel’s weight against his shoulder. When he wraps an arm around the angel, Cas doesn’t even flinch.

Soon after, the rain changes to the hum of a washing machine, but instead of another ten minutes of blissful white noise, the sound is soon interrupted by something sharper. It’s still a low sound, though, and with how relaxed Castiel is, the angel doesn’t startle.

It’s Dean.

So, uh, hey Cas, it’s me. Ah… Dean.

A smile begins to creep across Cas’s lips.

Shit. Fuck, of course it’s me—um, yep. So, it’s Dean. And I just. I just wanted to talk, I guess. I know it’s been kinda, uh, tough since you got back, and I know we don’t talk about it, but I’m… I’m worried, Cas. And I know I’m a coward. And I know I’m probably bein’ selfish right now, but it’s killin’ me to watch you waste away to nothing, man. I, ah, I love you too much for that. Like, I love you a lot, a-and—fuck. I’m not… doin’ this right.

Look, what I, I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is that… I don’t care why you did it. I don’t. I care about you, Cas. And if you don’t love me back, that’s cool, and if you do, well… A shaky breath. Well, then, we move at your pace. But you’re all I care about. You gotta believe that.

Kay, um, well, I love you.

Okay.

Uh, bye.

Cas doesn’t know he’s crying until Dean is wiping at his cheeks, freckled skin drowning in ruby red warmth as the hunter coos and hushes him. Castiel grasps Dean’s wrists tightly and carefully leans in, his breath shaky and laboured and nervous before he presses the sweetest of chaste kisses upon the other’s lips. Immediately after, Cas buries his face in Dean’s neck and hugs his hunter tightly. “Thank you,” he breathes.

Dean’s small, relieved smile presses against the top of Castiel’s head. “Yeah, god, anytime, Cas,” he breathes. “L-love you.”

It takes a handful of seconds before Cas can gather up the air to answer—before he’s absolutely certain this is real. Fingers twisting in the material of Dean’s shirt, the angel nods, throat clicking with his swallow. His lips part.

“Love you.”

the easily scared Prompto
Final Fantasy XV
the easily scared Prompto

Prompto: Hahh!! What was that?!  (゚´Д`゚)゚

Gladio: My bad. Kicked a can.

Prompto: You are killin’ me here, big guy. Are you trying to give me a heart attack or something??  (╯°□°)╯

Me Time (emilyevanstan’s blogiversary)

#39. Me time. Bucky x Reader

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, masturbation, reader performing uh, manual sex (I don’t know how to describe a hand job), swear words (cuz I’m a potty mouth)

Summary: Bucky constantly talks about ‘me time’ and Reader is dying to find out what exactly he does.

WC 1440

AN I really wanted to make this as filthy as possible as homage to @emilyevanston but it’s not nearly at her level. I tried!
This fic is written as a one shot for @emilyevanston ‘s 1 year / 2k blogiversary. I hope you enjoy it my dear! xo

GIF not mine


Bucky was always touting the importance of “me time” to anyone and everyone was getting sick of hearing him explain, always with that shit-eating smirk on his face, just how necessary it was for one to take some time for themselves. You did have to admit that whenever he returned from his “me time’ there was a noticeable improvement in his mood.

You point blank asked him about it one day during training.

“Bucky, what exactly does ‘me time’ entail?” 

You swore a slight flush crawl up his neck and dust his cheeks. “Well, it’s really anything that you do that makes you … makes you feel good, ya know?”

You shook your head, “No. Like… painting?” You had a hard time picturing the Winter Soldier sketching in a notebook.

He nodded, “For some people, yeah. Like Steve. His ‘me time’ involves drawing. Nat likes running.”

“So what do you do?”

“My time is a little more… physical.” He smirked.

“Like what?” you persisted.

“Never you mind,” was his response.

Originally posted by chubby-dumpling-384

A few days after that conversation happened, the air conditioner in the tower was on the fritz. Tony swore he had no idea how it happened, but you knew he had been tinkering with it, trying to make it strong enough to actually make snow.

Because it was so hot, everyone was super cranky and irritable. People were snapping at each other for the most ridiculous things so you tried to avoid everyone, choosing to remain in your room in the dark, wearing as little as possible. After a while though, you realized that you weren’t feeling any cooler so you ventured out to the kitchen to grab a cold drink (at least the fridge and freezers were working).

You walked into Sam and Bucky bickering over a game of cards (why they thought a competitive game would be a good idea on a day when they were unusually cranky was beyond you).

Without interrupting them, you trudged to the fridge and pulled out your bottle of water, shivering slightly at the cool air coming from the inside.

“Y/N, would you tell Bucky here that you need to call last card before you have the last damn card?” Sam huffed at you.

Holding up a finger, you took a long swallow of your drink. “You only have to call it if you decide upon it I the start of the game. Sorry, Sam.”

He frowned at you and threw down his cards, “Ugh, of course you’d take his side.” He rolled his eyes.

You smiled and flipped him the bird.

Bucky was unusually quiet during this exchange. Abruptly, he stood up and excused himself, muttering something about ‘me time’.

You scolded Sam, “See what you did? You upset him.” You were about to go after him but Sam stopped you.

“Want some ice cream?” he offered and you gladly accepted.

***

Later that day, you walked by Steve and Bucky in the game room playing pool. You were on your way to the library to do some quiet reading but you had forgotten to ask Steve if he had returned some books that you lent him.

“Hey guys…Steve, do you still have those books I lent you?” you interrupted.

Steve looked up from the pool table and almost dropped his pool cue. “Y/N!” he scolded. “Where are your clothes?”

You shrugged, looking down at what you were wearing. Since it was so hot, you had been walking around in a tank top and shorts. “Steve, it’s hot. What do you want me to wear?”

He flushed, “Sorry. I guess I’m just used to seeing you a lot more covered up.”

You felt your face turn warm, “You’re embarrassing me, you ass. It’s too hot to wear too many clothes. Besides, it’s not much different than what you’ve got on.” You crossed your arms,  “So… my books?”

“They’re in my room, come by later and get them.”

“Should I wear more clothes? Would that make you more comfortable?” you teased him.

He blushed, “Sorry!” he apologized again.

You shrugged at him, “Whatever. I’m going to get a drink. Want anything?”

Bucky just shook his head at you, lips pursed. Steve asked for an iced tea.

When you returned with his drink, Bucky was gone and Steve was playing a video game.

“Where’d Buck go?” you asked, handing him his drink.

“Thanks. Uh, to his room. Said he needed some ‘me time’,” he rolled his eyes.

You stomped your foot down. “Dammit! That’s the second time today he’s left me for his damned ‘me time’! I’m starting to get the feeling that something’s up.”

“Nah,” Steve replied. “You’re being paranoid.”

“Maybe,” you mused, “but I’m going to investigate.”

“Y/N,” he warned, “Don’t go sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

You batted your lashes at him, “Lil ol me?” you asked.

He laughed as you walked away.

***

You made your way to Bucky’s room but stopped before walking in. What if Steve was right? Maybe you should be minding your own business. But you heard noises coming from behind the door and curiosity got the best of you so you quietly pushed his door open.

You froze at the sight before you. Bucky was splayed across his bed, head back, eyes closed in concentration. His shorts were pushed down and his metal hand gripped the sheets around him as his flesh hand stroked up and down, choking his thick cock. His pace was fast, almost furious, and the sounds coming from him immediately made your pussy wet.

You watched him for a moment, frozen in spot when suddenly, he moaned out your name.

You took a sharp breath in and his eyes flew open, making eye contact with yours.

He cocked an eyebrow at you and kept going, slowing down his movements. 

You watched as he swiped his thumb over his dripping head and used his precum to lubricate his hand.

Silently, your eyes followed the motion and without realizing it, you licked your lips.

Bucky let out a low moan and you made eye contact again.

“You’re fuckin’ killing me,” he ground out, between clenched teeth. 

You shook your head in disbelief not sure what was going on.

He continued in his actions, moving his hand agonizingly slow. “All day long, you’ve been killin’ me. Every time you walked into the room… your fuckin’ tits bouncing in my face.  Watching you walk away, your ass in those shorts…” he threw his head back, groaning obscenely and heat flooded your body.

“What?” you choked out, still not understanding what exactly was going on. “Is this really happening?”

He chuckled drily, “Sweetheart, this is about you. The things you do to me… the things I wanna do to you.”

You swallowed hard, “Fuck Bucky, why didn’t you ever say anything?”

He hand halted in his movements, “Seriously? Can we table this conversation for later, maybe?”

You laughed, walking towards him. “Need a hand there?” You stopped in your tracks. “Wait…this is what you do during ‘me time’?!”

He had the decency to look embarrassed, “Uh, yeah?” he offered.

You just laughed at him, “Of all the ridiculous things I’ve ever heard…” you leaned in and kissed him, hard. “Is it still ‘me time’ if two of us are doing it?” You winked at him, reaching down and replacing his hand with yours.
You stroked him, hesitantly at first then increasing your speed. 

Bucky moaned at your touch, “God, that feels so good.”

You kept up with your pace and kissed him, using your other hand to run your fingers through his hair.

He cupped your face with his hands, pulling you to him. Instinctively, his hips lifted of their own accord. “Shit, baby, I’m close…”

“Shh, come for me then,” you coaxed him.

You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand and with a groan, he came, ribbons of hot cum spurting out, coating his abdomen and chest.

You slowed down your movements and stilled, kissing him softly. You got up to get a towel so he could clean himself.

Bucky heard you giggling to yourself in the bathroom and he called out to you, “Y/N? What’s so funny?”

You returned and tossed him the towel, “You are. I can’t believe this is what you’ve been doing this whole time!”

He rolled his eyes at you and you continued.

“Can I ask an… awkward question?”

He looked at you, “At this point, I think we’re beyond awkwardness.”

“Right… Do you… do you really think of me?”

He smiled at you, “Every damn time.”


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i want the playable double

i want it so bad i can fUCKING TASTE IT

anonymous asked:

Smth from my own experience and it might be silly but hear me out: "banging on their neighbour's door yelling: 'you're working out in your apartment almost every night and i can't concentrate/sleep. can you fucking find a gym alrea--... well hello there, it seems like it's paying off. never mind.'" percabeth au

dedicated to son-of-rome cause I know he likes this ship 

  • Jason could no longer deal 
  • he was in the middle of finals and the non stop noises coming from the apartment above him were too much 
  • every night from 9:30 to 11pm for three weeks there was non stop jumping and running around and things hitting the floor– it was anarchy 
  • Jason’s physics final was tomorrow and he could not afford to be distracted at all but he decided to wait to see if maybe tonight was the night the noise didn’t come 
  • but it did 
  • he tried to study through it but it was 10 and he had retained approximately 0% of what he had been reading for the past half hour 
  • next thing he knew he was practically flying up the stairs and before he could think better of it he was banging on the door 
  • after a couple minutes of knocking the door opened and behind it stood a beautiful man 
  • he was 6′3″, shirtless, sweaty, and had beautiful brown skin 
  • Jason’s mouth went dry 
  • “Hi! Can I help you?” 
  • “Uh.. yeah… I… uh…” Jason shook his head to clear it, “I live downstairs and I think you’re working out and the noise makes it really hard to study and I have a final tomorrow and you really should just get a gym membership or go running or something” he blurted out 
  • “Oh shit, I’m sorry man. I didn’t even think about if I was bothering you. I just got into boxing so I’ve been jump roping and doing weights at home when I can since being on call at the hospital makes it hard to get to a gym.” 
  • “You’re a doctor?” 
  • “I’m doing my residency, yeah.” 
  • “Sorry for barging up here like that, I just really need to do well on this final and I’m kind nervous about it.” 
  • “No problem, man. I totally get it. I’ll give it a rest for the remainder of the week okay? And don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do great on that final.” 
  • “Thanks, I appreciate that. I’m Jason by the way, nice to meet you.” Jason reached out to shake the stranger’s hand 
  • “Nice to meet you Jason, I’m Brick.” 
Catch Us

a short 1.6k word blurb about dry humping niall until he comes in his pants :))


His large hands gripped tight onto your waist, calloused fingers creeping up under the hem of your top, his touch lingering at your warmed skin. Straddling his lap, his lean body was slumped back into the red and black couch that wrapped around the rear of the tour bus. His legs were spread wide beneath you, his feet pressing hard into the floor as he tried to steady himself and worked to hold himself off. You could feel him straining hard in his thin sweat shorts, his throbbing length pushing roughly against your own clothed heat. His head was tipped back, resting on the back of the couch as he willingly bared all of his pretty freckle-laced skin for you to have your way with.

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cole: babe… it’s glorious… i need them all..??

athena: you don’t need that many flannels cole ;-;

cole: they’re calling me, they wanna come home with us. you’d look so good in them ok, this isn’t just for my benefit.

athena: you’re killin me smalls.

cole: we’re gonna be set for LIFE. this is an investment shrimp, just hear me out.

“I told you that I’d come back to collect your debts.”

“Do you have to play your music so loudly? My head’s killin’ me.”

“This was decided for us way before we even knew about it.”

“How about instead of arguing with the sirens, we go somewhere less dangerous?”

“I knew since the beginning. I just didn’t want to say anything and ruin it for you.”

“I promised them I’d never stop looking, no matter what it takes.”