Get Out of My Face

Indie rp blog for Gokudera Hayato, 10th Gen. Storm Guardian of Vongola.

[thatangrybomber]

"That is cute."

"What is?"

ignore the uri part jesus it’s so hard to find gifs of him

[thatangrybomber]

"Seriously? Great." Irritation was evident in his voice.

[sixthscorpse]

Quirk brow. “Why.. You wish for me to find what you do cute?”

[thatangrybomber]

Hayato hissed, "No I don't."

[naturalborn-hitman]

Happy birthday... baseball idiot.

 ”Uwah! A Birthday wish from Gokudera~ Thank you! You’re planning to stay and celebrate, right? I know Tsuna is coming.” Before the other had time to protest, Yamamoto was pulling him inside, smiling ear to ear as he ushered him into his home.

"There’s lots of sushi and games while we wait~"

[thatangrybomber]

naturalborn-hitman:

He gripped the brown eyed man’s shoulders in a steal vice, breath coming in short gasps. “Yamamoto… yamamoto…” he murmured in a soft voice, sounding way too small and scared for his liking. He racked in air with shaky lungs, not relaxing until he felt the pleasure of Yamamoto’s hands on him.

The same feeling as before, like something snapped. He again needed this like he needed air and leaned to whisper a single word in the tall, lean baseball player’s ear. “Bed.”

[naturalborn-hitman]

His strokes were firmer, a little more confidence present as he went about getting the other off. Going along the shaft, fingers ghosting over his balls but not quite cupping them, thumbing the tip.

 ”And what about… Gokudera?” He had to have thought about it… at least once to be here with him, right?

[thatangrybomber]

He was reluctant to admit it, but nodded vigorously anyway. "A-all the time..." He admitted with a blush. His moans got heavy, his voice shaky, but he knew he couldn't regret doing this with Yamamoto.

In the throws of pleasure, the intense physical feelings from Yamamoto's hands, he blurted out something he felt it was okay to regret. "I love you!" He shouted, coming even from the few strokes. He bit his lip, hard.

[thatangrybomber]

"That is cute."

"What is?"

ignore the uri part jesus it’s so hard to find gifs of him

[sixthscorpse]

"Don’t remember anymore."

[thatangrybomber]

"Seriously? Great." Irritation was evident in his voice.

[thatangrybomber]

kiss me

28. Hips

Hayato Gokudera's hands were trembling. He didn't tremble. Not in the face of danger, not when his life was on the line. But this... this was new. His fingers sliding down his boss' bare torso, lips following suit. He kissed down his chest, down the line of his stomach and then he kissed each hip; pausing to bite the bones.

[thatangrybomber]

KISS ME ((*rolls away quickly*))

26. Stomach

Why? Why did he ever agree to a dare from Bel. Stupid ideas he made would be the bane of his existence. And one of those stupid decisions led him to be where he was now, holding the stupid frog's hips, his shirt pushed up, as his lips pecked the bare, pale flesh lightly. "I am never doing that again." He said, wiping his mouth and sitting up.

[thatangrybomber]

"KISS ME"

7. Jawline

Hayato was hesitant, hands fisted in Mukuro's shirt and legs straddling his lap. His forehead rested on the mist's shoulder, and he lifted it, eyes flickering to heterochromatic ones for a moment before he leaned in, lips brushing his ear. He moved down his jaw, trailing soft kisses.

[thatangrybomber]

"That is cute."

"What is?"

ignore the uri part jesus it's so hard to find gifs of him

[thatangrybomber]

Tumblr is eating my replies. Like this if I owe you a reply.

[thatangrybomber]

I   C A N   B E   S E L F I S H .

     I want your   { eyes }   to look only at    m e ;

                Your   { lips }   to say nothing but my    n a m e ,

                Your   { body }   to need   n o   o n e   e l s e ’ s ,    

                Your   { heart }   to beat with with   m i n e ——

                Your   { soul }   to be a part of my    o w n .  

I   C A N   B E   S E L F I S H :

But if that would not make you stay,                           I’d rather suffer in silence                           Than see you walk away.

[neverlandswriter]

[text] Are you stupid?

[text] Night, I love you.

[text] We’ll talk again tomorrow.

[text] Ha, that’s not funny.

[text] Wanna hang out?

[text] I’ll be there in ten minutes.

[text] Open the door, I’m here.

[text] SOS!!! I’m in trouble!!

[text] Remind me, why are we...

[icanrelateto]

Have you ever wondered which hurts the most: saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing, and wishing you had?

(via icanrelateto)

[askmethething]

Send me "KISS ME"

and I’ll generate a number from 1-45 to determine where my muse will have to kiss yours:

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[captifate-blog]

[ AFFECTIONATELY PUNCHES YOU ACROSS THE FACE ]

[godkilling]

friendship with me????

sad headcanons

trying to make u ship threesomes with me

whining

puns

telling you to get the fuck out

i’ll probably write you fic but never finish it

[trenchcoatsexual-deactivated201]

The Bela Effect

I call this the ‘Bela Effect’ because it was the first example of it. The Bela Effect is basically when there is a character in the show that has a relationship with both brothers, but the relationship with Dean overshadows the one with Sam, despite Sam’s desire to bond with that character.

Bela Talbot- Whenever there is an episode with Bela, the sexual tension between her and Dean is played up. There is plenty of flirtatious animosity between the two of them, and even a proposition for angry sex. But then we are shown that Sam definitely has feelings for Bela. Whether they’re purely sexual or not is up for debate, but they’re definitely present. But Bela’s focus is always on Dean.

Jo Harvelle- Jo is a friend of the Winchesters, and is implied to have a serious crush on Dean. When Meg possesses Sam, she visits Jo and (as Sam) tries to initiate contact and, when rebuffed by Jo, gets defensive and attacks by claiming that Dean doesn’t feel anything for her. You can argue that this was just Meg trying to cause a little chaos and Sam didn’t have feelings for Jo, but demons usually use their meatsuit’s feelings against them. I’m guessing that Sam wanted to be closer to Jo, maybe not romantically, but that relationship was overshadowed by her relationship with Dean. (Ex. notice how in Abandon All Hope, Sam only holds Jo’s hand briefly before her suicide mission, but Dean shares a very intimate moment with her.)

Pamela Barnes- It was a running gag that Pamela had a thing for Sam’s ass. She was very flirty with both of them and even (jokingly) suggested a threesome with them. But in Dark Side of the Moon, Pamela kisses Dean and says “Just how I imagined.” So she’s thought about Dean in a sexual (maybe even romantic) way before, but not Sam? Even though while she was alive, she came onto both of them in equal measure. In fact, I’m pretty sure she came onto Sam more than Dean.

Castiel- Sam has, on multiple occasions, shown respect for Castiel. He’s shown gratitude and gestures of friendship. He’s even defended Cas from Dean’s anger on occasion. I won’t make a list, but ask some Sassy shippers or go through the tag and I’m sure you’ll find plenty of examples. But then, Castiel always seems to favor Dean. That’s not to say Castiel hasn’t shown his affections for Sam, but the relationship with Dean is always more prevalent.

Charlie Bradbury- Sam and Charlie have a very sweet relationship and they both clearly care about each other very much. They’ve even bonded over their love of Harry Potter on screen. It’s safe to say that Charlie is close to both Sam and Dean….but who does Charlie say “I love you” to at the end of an episode? Who gives her a tender kiss? Dean.

Feel free to let me know if I missed any. Screencaps are all from here.

Edit: Continued over here.

[bejarj-deactivated20170404]

I’d like to have a word with you. The word is sex.

[naturalborn-hitman]

Happy birthday... baseball idiot.

 ”Uwah! A Birthday wish from Gokudera~ Thank you! You’re planning to stay and celebrate, right? I know Tsuna is coming.” Before the other had time to protest, Yamamoto was pulling him inside, smiling ear to ear as he ushered him into his home.

"There’s lots of sushi and games while we wait~"

[thatangrybomber]

naturalborn-hitman:

[naturalborn-hitman]

Amber hues opened at the change, question there until they met the jade ones just before them. It was easy to see that… he wanted more. “Gokudera…” he muttered, voice a bit of a breathy whisper as he moved in to peck at rosy lips again, two or three times. A hand was snaking its way between the two of them, finding a belt there to deftly start unfastening it. A button and zipper were eventually revealed because of this, and soon had those opened as well. The sound Hayato made was rather rewarding at the bit of freedom he felt, but more was soon to come, as he’d find out.

Takeshi tugged down what he could of the other’s pants, getting close to his knees; underwear joining the bunched up clothing afterward. The staring to follow couldn’t be helped… it was a nice view, something he could enjoy this time… Not awkwardly sneaking glances his friend’s way. His lips were licked, and without much thought, took the pink, erect cock in his hand. This was really just to feel it at first, its warmth and the cum already running down it. But he curiously started stroking it with his fingers, curling them around it; the slickness helping as he began to move his grip over it. “Gokudera’s already so wet…” he pointed out, smirking some as he leaned in, lips finding their way to a creamy neck again.

 He liked this feeling… Hayato was starting to grow heavy in his hand, swelling and leaking at his touch. The thought was a little overwhelming.

[thatangrybomber]

Panic racked through Hayato in waves of paralyzing fear. He wanted this. He wanted Takeshi. But he was scared.

He gripped the brown eyed man's shoulders in a steal vice, breath coming in short gasps. "Yamamoto... yamamoto..." he murmured in a soft voice, sounding way too small and scared for his liking. He racked in air with shaky lungs, not relaxing until he felt the pleasure of Yamamoto's hands on him.

The same feeling as before, like something snapped. He again needed this like he needed air and leaned to whisper a single word in the tall, lean baseball player's ear. "Bed."