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Warnings: Smut


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Nap Date

Requested! Love this one, super fluffy. Oh and don’t forget to answer the question at the end. Thanks. 

Incoming call: Shawn <3

“Hey Babe.” You answer.

“Hey.” He says, it sounds like he’s driving.

“What’s up?”

“Get your blankets ready.”

“What why?”

“I’m coming over.”

“Why do I need blankets ready?” Your mind going to a dirty reason.

“Nap date.” He says.

“Oh my god really?”

“Yeah, I wanted to take a nap but naps are always better with you. I’ll be there in 5, be ready.” 

“I love you, be safe.”

“Always am Baby, always am.” 

“Ok then speed a little bit.” You giggle.

“Already am Baby, already am.” He laughs.

“Shut up and get here.” 

“Love youuuuuu.” He says before hanging up. 

You giggle and jump grabbing trash and your lunch plate from the coffee table. 

The door opens and heavy feet walk in as you are in the closet grabbing blankets. You are trying to reach the top shelf, standing on your tip toes reaching out to get it. That’s when a chest is pressed against your back and a hand reaches up and grabs the blanket you are trying to reach. 

“Thanks.” You say going to turn around as the blanket is thrown on your head and you are picked up. “Ahh Shawn.” You scream as he throws you over his shoulder. 

“I said be ready.” He chuckles.

“I was getting there.” You defend, hitting his back. “Nice ass by the way.” You say watching him walk. He laughs and then throws you on your bed. 

You are still wrapped up and covered completely in the blanket he threw on you. You hear him laughing and feel him trying to find you. 

“There you are.” He smiles freeing you from the blanket. 

“Here I am.” You say meeting his gaze.

“How’s my Blanket Monster?” He asks, propping himself up on his elbow, head resting in his hand. 

“Pretty good, ready for a nap.” 

“Well that’s good.” He smiles. 

“And how’s my super good looking boyfriend?” 

He blushes and shakes his head, dropping his head to hide himself.

“Tired, and misses you.” He says looking up. 

You scoot closer to him and kiss his pout. 

“I miss you too.” You whisper looking into his eyes. 

He doesn’t respond but fiddles with his fingers, looking down. 

“Hey.” You caress his cheek, making him look at you. “What’s up?”

“I just feel like,” He starts but cuts himself off. 

“Talk to me Shawn.” You say taking his head in both hands. He still refuses to look at you, looking everywhere but your eyes. “Shawn.” You say a bit more stern. 

“I just feel like, maybe I’m not enough for you.” He whispers, finally meeting your gaze.

“Shawn.” You sigh, leaning your forehead on his. “Why do you feel that way?”

“Because you are always here and I’m not.”

“But you’re here now.” You crawl into his lap, straddling his legs.

“But not for long.” He says, eyes sad and broken.

“Why are you doing this?” 

“I just, I feel guilty.” 

“Why? Shawn I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to dating you. I knew that you were going to be on the road a lot, and that’s okay. I would give anything for you to have your dream and if that means I only get to see you for a few days every few months then its worth it. You’re worth it.” You run your fingers threw his hair.

“Are you sure.” 

You let out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah I’m sure, absolutely positive.” 

“I love you.” He says tilting his head up a bit.

“I love you.” You smile at him, pecking his lips. 

*

This nap date doesn’t have much napping, but mainly cuddling. 

Somehow he has lost his shirt, and you have shed of  your sweat pants leaving you in your boyshorts. 

He’s laying on his back, slightly facing towards you playing with your hair. You are tucked into his side, drawing random shapes on his bare chest, legs tangled with his. 

He’s connected to the speakers her insisted you get, playing John Mayer softly in the background. With just your desk lamp on, leaving the room dim but bright enough to cast light onto his face, illuminating his beautiful features.

“Can I ask you question?” You ask silently.

“Was that your question?” He jokes. You push his chest, chuckling.

“Shawn.” You whine.

“Of course you can ask me anything. What’s up Baby?”

“Promise you won’t freak out on me?”

“Promise, although you are kind of scaring me.” He stops playing with your hair.

“Do you,” You start, regretting bringing this up. 

“Babe?” Shawn asks softly, making you look up. 

“Do you ever think about the future?” You ask, finally getting the nerve to.

“What about the future?” He digs deeper.

“Like, um, our, um, our future?” You stutter. 

“Our future?” He says, a small smile appearing on his face. 

“Yeah,” You say as he just holds eye contact. “Okay so this is where you say something because this silence has me worried that I just fucked up,” You say starting to become nervous.

“Yeah, I do.” He says chuckling at your reaction. “Keep asking me questions.” He says rubbing your back. You look back towards his wall and continue drawing shapes on his chest. 

“Do you ever think about marriage?” You ask, feeling so small. 

“Maybe.” He coos. 

“Do you see us getting married?” You ask looking up at him. “Do you wanna marry me?” 

Your heart stops when he closes his eyes and leans his head back. He gets up and starts to walk away. 

“Shawn?” You ask sitting up. You watch as he walks to your closet. “Shawn Peter Raul, don’t walk away from me.” 

You get up and follow him. He’s rummaging threw the drawer you cleared out for him, he’s taking his clothes out, looking for something. Until he finds what he’s looking for.

He turns to you, holding a small black box. 

“Oh my god.” You say quietly. “How long has that been there?”

“Not long.” He says looking at the box in his hands. 

“Shawn?” You ask softly. 

“So yeah to answer your question, Yeah I wanna marry you.” He says a small smile creeping on his face. “I need you to answer a few questions.” He says looking up. 

“Ok.”

“If I ask you, what would you say?” He says, Adams apple bopping.

“You’ll have to ask to find out.” You say as he comes closer. You cover your mouth as he drops to one knee, taking your hand. 

“This is not exactly the way I planned on asking you.” He smiles looking up at you. “But with you everything is perfect, you make me so happy Y/n. I can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t want to. Y/n, Will you marry me?” He asks looking down at the ring then back up at your smiling face.

“Of course.” You say softly. He smiles and quickly takes the ring out of the box, disregarding it to the floor before slipping the beautiful ring on your finger. 

Looking down at your decorated finger, you don’t ever want to see it bare again. 

“God I love you.” He says hugging you, arms wrapping around your waist since he’s still on his knee. You smile and pull him up to his feet so you can kiss him. 

You pull away laughing and he hugs you, tight.

“This is the best date I have ever been on.” You say into his ear. 

“I hope so.” He laughs, his breath tickling your ear. 

“Okay, I have another question.” You say pulling away to face him. 

“If this is about kids, can we wait a bit on that.” He says taking your hands. You laugh and shake your head.

“Yeah I think we can both agree to wait on that.” 

He leads you back to bed sitting so you can stand between his legs.

“So what’s up?”

“What was earlier about?”

“Earlier?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“When you got here, and you brought up how you felt.” You say, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“I think I was, for myself, needing to know that you were okay with us.” He says staring up at you. 

“But, if you had the ring weren’t you already sure?”

“I was sure that I want you for life, I think I needed to make sure that you felt the same.” 

“Did you get your answer?” You tease as he smiles at you. 

He takes your left hand and runs his thumb over the rest of your finger that isn’t covered with the ring.

“Yeah I think I got the best answer.” He says letting the other hand that was on his knee grab the back of your thigh and pull you closer.

You move so you sit on his lap, straddling him again. 

“Have I ever told you that I really like when you don’t wear pants?” He’s got a cheeky grin, fingertips dipping past the waistline at your hip.

“Getting hands there Mendes.” You smirk at him.

“It’s hard not to, soon to be Mendes.” You smiles. 

“I like the sound of that.”

“Me too.” 

“But seriously, why haven’t you worn these before?” He asks still playing with the waistband.

“Because their new.” 

“Yea?” He asks.

“Yeah, wanted to try em out, glad they got a thumbs up from you.” 

“Make your ass look great.”

Now you’re blushing, hiding your head in his neck. 

“I’ll get more then.” You say nodding.

“Please, please, please. If you do anything for me in life, please get more.” He begs.

“Okay,” You laugh. “If you wanted you could even come too.” You whisper in his ear, making his grip on your hips go tighter.

“Like a bride and groom shopping spree?” He giggles. “I’m in.” He nods. 

*Should there be a part two?*

Sweet OTP Things

Give me more sweet OTP things.

Give me more of Person A nuzzling into Person B’s neck because they’re cold and tired, and Person B m e l t i n g.

Give me more slow dancing with no music, arms wrapped tightly around each other, breaths mingling.

Give me more of Person A playing with Person B’s fingers because they’re bored, tracing the skin, examining the scars.

Give me more soft kisses, lips barely touching, just chaste little things that leave both parties irrationally breathless.

Give me more humming in the kitchen, making brownies at 3 AM for no reason at all.

Give me more holding hands, that simple act nearly overwhelming one or both of them, thumbs stroking over knuckles, fingers interlacing.

Give me more of Person A helping Person B with simple tasks, like brushing their hair, or putting on jewelry, where it’s obviously an excuse to be close to each other, but neither are complaining. 

Give me more picking out baby names, painting nurseries, and cradling their children.

Angst can be fun, and of course, passionate make-outs have their place, but please, I beg of you, GIVE ME MORE SWEET OTP MOMENTS!

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7.17 - The Born-Again Identity: Cas saves Sam

“I’m sorry. This isn’t a problem I can make disappear, and you know that… But I may be able to shift it. It’s better this way. I’ll be fine. Now, Sam… This may hurt. And if I can’t tell you again… I’m sorry I ever did this to you.

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Jane Eyre Moodboard - “I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into its expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amid its perils.” 

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TDA: Video Game Edit

Based off the world of Cassandra Clare, choose a character to navigate through this thrilling game of Shadowhunters, Demons and Downworlders. Play as Emma; the warrior, or Kit; The Wanderer. Explore locations like The City Of Glass to the enchanting world of Fae. Choose your battles, your friends, your enemies, and your lovers. Find your characters destiny. 

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Hiryuu doods as a warm up

paladins + tech hcs
  • shiro says he doesn’t mind, but he’s an apple guy at heart
    • don’t tell anyone but he just thinks his new, shiny, silver arm looks pretty dang great next to his shiny macbook and his space grey iphone. it’s for the aesthetic, lads
    • (space instagram goes crazy for it)
  • his iphone has a word password he doesn’t tell ANYONE and it’s always capitalised or has a number somewhere. he doesn’t even use touch id in case someone tries to force him into unlocking it. he values his privacy!
    • (by that, he means he values people not seeing his awkward ‘flirting’ with matt over text. most of it is star wars references.)
    • when he was at the garrison, keith tries to unlock shiro’s phone while he’s sleeping by pressing his thumb to the home button. it doesn’t work with any finger. when keith looks at shiro, he’s not even sleeping and looking at him with the biggest shit-eating grin
  • pidge can use any laptop immediately but is a windows supremacist. she appreciates the aesthetic from apple and everything but you can’t play ANY good pc games on mac so
  • lance: hey my mac is acting weird. can you help me pidge?
  • pidge: maybe you should have fucking thought twice about buying a macbook huh lance
    • screams when her faithful dell laptop lags and and lance’s macbook is still going strong
    • (also shushes her laptop when the fan whirrs. “don’t admit defeat now chad”)
  • lance shops exclusively at apple. probably has the rose gold 6s
    • “hey lance the leaked iphone 8 has no home button” “what the fuck”
    • “lance the leaks say that it doesn’t have touch id either??” “what the FUCK”
  • allergic to xperias. samsungs are okay, but they’re on thin ice. lance genuinely thinks he will Die if he ever lays his eyes on a windows phone bc the shock will kill him
  • “are you really poc if you don’t have whatsapp” -lance mcclain 2017
  • hunk doesn’t…. mind? and unlike shiro he truly means it. he doesn’t see or get the difference- considering processors, ram, and everything, there’s not too big of a gap. 
  • if he had to pick, he’d pick hp but only because that’s the only one he really knows/has ever owned
  • probably has a big samsung phone. his hands are Large and it’s hard for him to use little screens.
  • hunk knows he says he doesn’t mind, but he also can’t use macs.
    • is That Guy who curses under his breath when he realises the command/control button is placed differently on macs
  • keith has a fucking nokia
  • still thinks sony ericsson/walkman flip phones are on the market and are also The Best. he idolises the red ones. hunk has to break the news gently
  • when he finally gets a smartphone, it’s an 2015 sony android he got second hand. keith loves it and lance nearly has a stroke when he sees it
    • lance, mortified: what is that. what is that. keith, what is t
    • keith: it was red! :(
  • lance takes EVERY opportunity to get rid of it. he swears it’s cursed because it always finds it’s way back to keith. always.
    • he first just tries to break it and make it look like an accident, but he forgets xperias are virtually indestructible
    • lance later flushes it down the toilet, but it clogs the pipes and coran has to fish it out. 
    • keith: hey, thank god that it’s waterproof, huh?
    • lance, clutching his still-not-waterproof iphone in pure rage: :) yeah how lucky
    • the next time they’re on an friendly alien planet, lance yeets that shit out the closest window just as they’re about to leave. one of the friendly aliens thought it was an accident and brings it back to them just before they launch. keith is thankful. lance is This Close to just dying
    • he takes the battery out so it’s useless and keith has to trash it, and throws that down a random vent. pidge brings it back
  • keith also thinks alienware/gamer laptops look cool
  • lance introduces allura to the rose gold iphone and allura has actually never Shut Up about it since
  • (on that note, coran thinks the gold iphone is great but settles for his altean tech. he likes the idea of ipods and really likes earth music too!!)
    • allura: you earthlings are so slow with technology! this ‘phone’ is blocky, heavy and
    • lance: i can just take it back, then..?
    • allura: you will have to pry this shiny, pink, archaic little device from my cold dead hands. just fucking try me lance
be a good girl

A/N: okay, so, i caved and iโ€ฆ.. wrote my very first smutโ€ฆ.. here you guys go, i hope you enjoy, thereโ€™s literally no plot, its just peter smut.

pairing: peter x reader

peter hooked his fingers in your shirt collar and used it to drag you closer. you were wearing a short skirt and his pants were already unzipped, giving him easy access to you.

โ€œhow bad do you want it?โ€ he murmured against your neck, dragging his hands down your sides until they rested on your hips. you bit your lip and stayed propped up on his lap, grabbing his shoulders.

โ€œbad,โ€ you replied, almost panting already. just the anticipation was making your mouth water.

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The signs as song lyrics I've written

Aries:
Never been in a fight but I want to fight
Fight a bitch at night
The dark is cool
Fuck school
Wanna destroy everything
Including you

Taurus:
Just woke up messy hair
Attitude I don’t care
Should i even get up and start the day
Does it matter if i do shit anyway

Gemini:
Thought, thought, thought,
I thought if I thought a lot
Maybe my thoughts could learn to stop
I feel my brain beginning to rot
They are so fucking loud
Overcrowd
All around
Up and down
I’m starting to look like a fucking clown

Cancer:
What am I feeling right now?
I feel like a drifting cloud
Full of storm water
Today rain is all I’ve got to offer
What’s wrong with me?
Changing tides like the sea
I can be a deadly storm
A catastrophe
Or calm and cool, my bottom lurking with things unseen

Leo:
I love the way you fuck me 
Baby this is how you want me, thirsty 
I beg love me love me 
Love me more than i love you 
At night i feel so ugly

Virgo:
But not you, youre alive not dead
I hear all the voices that go on it your head
They never calm but you find peace in them
Taking their words of wisdom
They sing inside your lovely mind
You hum along, intertwined

Libra:
I’m sitting in front of the man of my dreams
Love his dick, give me that cream
His face is amazing, it makes me want to sing
His voice is as lovely spring

Scorpio:
Sometimes I think I see god
But then I open my eyes and it’s the same shit all around
Breath in the toxins of a cigarette
It’s all I got sometimes, wanna drown out the sound
Talk to a few and that’s fun
But real quick im done

Sagittarius:
If I could see your soul, I’m sure it’d be a work of art
Like a painting on a canvas, painted by the heart
You know you’re a masterpiece
A genius in disguise
I wish I could see what you see through your eyes

Capricorn:
If there’s one last thing
I gotta sing
it’s that there’s no possibly
Just possible I am the unstoppable
Incomparable hear these words and know it’s me
I do not go unseen
(This one’s written by my boyfriend)

Aquarius:
I’m so tired everyday
I want life to be so extraordinary that more than half the time I wouldnt know what to feel or say
Wheres my burning passion?
Melancholy, my minds gray.
Why care when you feel useless why give a fuck, this world is strange

Pisces:
You got me and you got me down for you and you only
Baby, look at me, I want you to be the one to own me
Devil or angel, you’re my sweet, lovely baby.
Tell me angel, have you looked in a mirror lately?