can we have babies now

I never thought we’d see the day.

I had hoped, as I’m sure many others had, that one day we might be lucky enough to see it,

but all the same, nothing could have prepared me,

for this.



Dead, I am dead, I’m dying, I’m dying. I. am. dead.

(Shippuden Episode 497)

who do you want to fool, miyuki kazuya 

BTS Reaction to y/n singing a baby to sleep

This was requested by an anonymous user. In this scenario, it’s one of the staff members’ child. Hope you enjoy! ~Admin Unnie


He would see you and immediately begin to picture your future, where the baby you’re holding is yours and his, like he had many times before.

“Hyung, why are you smiling like that?”

“No reason.”

Originally posted by jjilljj


He has said he likes kids, and that he wants one, but in this situation, he hasn’t really thought about having kids with you yet. Once he sees you softly singing to soothe the baby, he would have no doubt in his mind that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Originally posted by leojuseyo


He would squeal out how cute you are, and end up waking the baby. He would do aegyo for the baby until you forced him to leave so that you could get the baby to sleep.

Originally posted by syubto


He would stare at you in awe until one of the other members caught him, then he would get really flustered and act like he wasn’t looking at you.

Originally posted by rapnamu


This boy films everything, so he would definitely film you singing to the baby. Whenever he was sad, he would watch the video because it never fails to make him smile. He also couldn’t wait for the day that that you would be his baby you were singing to.

Originally posted by bwipsul


We all know how much he loves kids, so I’m sure we all know exactly how he would react, but I’ll go ahead and sum it up.

“Jagi, can we have a baby now.”

“WTF, we’ve only been dating for 3 months.”


Originally posted by exoticmaknae


He would start to picture the same thing that Jin did, but rather than be happy about it, it would scare him since he’s so young. It would probably kickstart a serious conversation between the two of you about what you both want from the relationship.

Originally posted by kookieinfirestae


Desperate times, desperate measures. Or something like that

(What she’s referring to)

Seriously ...really people???

So, I don’t really know what the hell is going on here on tumblr because I have not been on much today (dislocating bones is distracting and painful - I fell) and so I’m not 100% sure if this is a big thing or not but I know it upset some friends and I was like ‘What? No that isn’t what happened!”

So, welcome edition one of Zo’e’s Two Cents…. Bwhahahahaha

Apparently some people are confused or think that Emmerdale are trying to paint Aaron as dumb for forgiving Robert. Ummm no.

Firstly, the only people who think that ie are characters that are invested in the story Ross, Rebecca and Chrissie no one else thinks that, these character have a skewed perspective on the events because they are coloured by their own involvement in the storyline.

And the whole ‘self respect’ comment that Robert made and that people seem to think is a dig at Aaron or hypocritical for him to say - I think you need to watch the episode again.

Robert is very clearly referring to Adam and the way he keeps going to Vic to try and change her mind even though every time she says ‘no’ to him.  She has given no indication that he has any chance in hell, hence Robert’s comment.

Is it hypocritical? I actually don’t think so because when Robert told Aaron about the ONS he didn’t try and convince Aaron to take him back he respected Aaron’s wishes and left when asked (don’t even get me started on the fact that he sent his possibly only support person to check on his husband instead of using Vic as someone to lean on for himself).  He only did as Aaron asked.

One could bring up the scene in the Woolpack toilet’s the next day between him and Aaron, where Robert came very close if not begged Aaron but this was only after Aaron gave him the indication that they still had a chance.

That comment in no way shape or form is in anyway connected/or directed to Aaron.

For those who didn’t get that scene here is a breakdown for you in my words:

Adam to Aaron: She’s over me, or so she says.

Aaron to Adam: Maybe she doesn’t mean it, perhaps she is just afraid?

Robert to Adam: If she doesn’t want you why would you keep trying? 

Aaron is that friend we all have, the kind one who lies to us to make us feel better or because you never know maybe one day.

And Robert is the friend who tells you have visible boogars in your nose.

Also, can we please remember that Vic and Adam are not Robert and Aaron.

Their relationships are completely different as i their pasts and how they love.

You can not compare the two.

Anyhoo just my two cents.


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Happy Isak  💙


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anonymous asked:

I'm kinda curious - in your opinion how Chocobros will express/experience "baby fever"? Or they would brought aspect of "let's have a baby" to their partner in some other, refrain way?(But baby-fever Chocobros! Cuuuuute!)


I love thinking about what the bros will be like as dads, ugh such cuties. I ended up adding a couple sentences about their kiddos because why not (。・ω・。)

Baby Fever


Noctis would be so shy about bringing up having kids. He’d probably spend a lot of time longingly looking at parents with their kids before even thinking about mustering up the courage to talk to his partner. And before saying anything, he’d test the waters. He’d occasionally mention a child they’d see in passing or talk about his childhood, trying to gauge how his partner felt about having children.

Once he finally worked this out inwardly, Noct would create a real awkward pause in conversation before saying something about wanting to be a dad. His partner would stare at him for a long moment, processing what the prince just said. He’d then kiss them and stammer out something like, “I’ve been thinking… er… can we have a baby? J-just… think about it for now. I love you.” Knowing Noct, he’d end up saying this right before a goodbye, leaving both him and his partner to think about the encounter until they saw each other again.

Noct would end up having a son then a daughter. He’d be a great father to both, spending a lot of quality time with them regardless of the duties he has as king. His son would be more gentle and reserved, his daughter the one with a fiery spirit and a real stubborn streak.


Prompto wouldn’t make anything known verbally for a long while. It would all be in actions that his partner would have to pick up on. Honestly, Prompto probably wouldn’t even be aware of how much he wants to be a dad until his partner flat out asks him. He’d mention it in passing once or twice, but it would never be in-your-face or stupidly obvious.

As for the actions themselves, it would be cute little things like mentioning how cute certain baby clothes were. He’d be the kind of guy to point out an outfit in a store and mention how cute it would look on an actual baby. And he’d love talking about potential names. If he heard a name he’d like, he’d casually say something about the name, possibly mentioning he might name his child that.

When at parties, gatherings, or any place with kids, Prompto would somehow end up being the one to hold the babies or toddlers. He’d also spend a lot of time down on the floor, playing with the babies and their toys and allowing the toddlers to climb all over him. Just imagine how giggly and loud Prompto would be. Simply adorable.

Prompto would be an amazing dad to two, possibly three, daughters. The girls would be a few years apart in age, but they would be extremely close to one another and have a great relationship with their father. He would always be the kind of dad to have tea parties with his girls, but not hesitate to proceed to chasing them around their home, picking them up and tickling them, all the while shouting something about being the “tickle monster.”


As we are all aware, this guy would have done a lot of thinking prior to even deciding if he wanted to be a father. It wouldn’t have been blatant though. It would be gradual, involving passing conversations with parents, thinking about his own childhood, balancing a budget, figuring out where they’d live and where the baby would sleep, etc.

After thinking about it for what feels like forever, Ignis would bring up the conversation with his partner while they were cuddled up together after a long day. He would mention his desire to be a father and the fact that he thinks they’d be great parents. When they say yes, he’d laugh slightly before kissing them, unable to contain how excited he was for the change that would be coming to their life. Within a few days, Ignis would make sure his partner started taking prenatal vitamins - he wouldn’t want anything to happen to the baby in utero.

Post-Altissia Ignis wouldn’t admit it outright, but he would be terrified to have a child. He would want to be a father, but he’d feel he wouldn’t be able to do his best. Iggy would be aware that he would have his partner’s full support in raising the child, but he would be worried it was creating too much stress for them having to look out for both him and their child. He would be heartbroken that he would never be able to see the faces of his children.

Iggy would have a daughter then a son. He would have it really easy with his daughter because she would be very similar to him - bookish and quiet, sprinkled with sass. On the other hand, his son would be incredibly curious. He’d continually wander off or accidentally get himself into trouble, frustrating Ignis because of his struggle to keep tabs on the boy.


Nobody would be aware that Gladio was even thinking about being a father. It would come on very suddenly and strongly. Out of almost nowhere, he’d see a baby and think about fatherhood. He would wait until he was in the comfort of his own motel room home before mentioning anything about it to his partner. And he’d be just as shocked as they are that the words “I want to have a baby” just came out of his mouth.

If his partner even hinted at being slightly interested, he’d take them by the waist and kiss them. He’d work from their lips to their collar bone before saying something along the lines of, “then let’s get started.” His partner would end up laughing, before quickly backtracking and asking him to let them actually think about it for more than two minutes.

Gladdy would be all about having a bigger family. And his poor s/o would be struggling with the fact that they’d be raising three Gladio’s and an Iris. They would have fraternal twin boys, a daughter, then yet another son. Gladdy would train his boys from a young age in the art of war and protection of the crown, but would also be completely willing to take time to mess around with them. He’d also, rather nervously, train his daughter, hating the idea of her being in battle. She’d be his princess that could do no almost nothing wrong.

spontaneodancer  asked:

Hey There! I'm from Brazil and I love your texts so much! <3 <3 If you wish, can you make a scenario for Domestic!Eiji with his kids? I've read all those stories with dad Baku but just uncle Eiji. This boy need some love

Hello, from the USA! Thank you for the support, my dear! I love my international followers. I hope you enjoy this~ also psa this trash is what happens when you have an exam but you still wanna put something out for best boy’s birthday

Kirishima trudges through the door with tired heavy shoulders. He kicks off his shoes, haphazardly throwing them by the door. A heavy sigh fall from his lips. He scratches his scalp, ruffling the red locks that had fallen out of their gelled stated hours ago. Kirishima drags his feet through his house, weighed down by the fatigue stinging in his muscles. He groans when he falls face first into the living room sofa. It’s strange. He’s been dreaming about this moment all day, this exact moment, falling into the plush cushions and letting out a low groan.

He can’t even move, much less think as his eyelids become heavy with sleep. He sighs again. This day … this damn day.


Soft snores falling from his lips as his chest rises in an even pattern. Kirishima can’t remember a time when he’s been this tired … exhausted … drained. He can’t drum up a recent memory. 


At least the agency let him go home early today. In fact, they insisted upon it, nearly pushing him out of the door with his bag in hand. Although Kirishima had no idea why, he didn’t object even though he normally would’ve. He just wanted to get home today … home to you, his son, his sofa …


He groans feeling the pressure of two little hands pushing on his side. Kirishima’s blearily opens his eyes to the messy black hair and (e/c) eyes of his little boy.

“Hey, Yuu,” he yawns as he brings a hand up to ruffle Eiyuu’s hair, “What’s up, little man?”

“Papa, wake up!”

“Ah, Yuu, let Papa sleep, please. I’m really tired, buddy. We can play later if you want.”

“No, Papa. Wake up now!”

“Yuu …”

“Papa!” Eiyuu whines, pressing on Kirishima’s side harder, “Mama has cake! Wake up!”

“Wait, why does (Name) has cake?” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes, “And wait … why … why did the agency let me off early today …”

Kirishima bolts upwards when he sees you walk into the living room with cake in hands and a gentle smile on your face. He pales. He forgot. How could he forget? He immediately hops to his feet, stumbling slightly as his aching legs struggle to support him. He scratches his the back of his head nervously as he fumbles for words. You hold your hand up, and your husband silences. 

“Before you start freaking out, it’s not our anniversary,” you say, setting the cake down on the coffee table, “It’s your birthday, silly.”

He blinks, “My … my birthday?”

“Cake!” Eiyuu cheers, staring at the white and red frosting.

“Yes, it’s your birthday,” you grin as you peck him on the lips, “Eiyuu, why don’t you give Papa the gift you made.”

Your son looks at you then back at the cake once more before trotting off to his room. Kirishima sighs, plopping back on the couch. You sit next to him and rest your head on his chest. His arms wraps around you, drawing you closer to him. You turn his head with your hands and place a sweet kiss on his lips. Kirishima blinks at you with wide eyes like he doesn’t really believe that today is actually his birthday.

“Did … did Yuu really make me something for my birthday?”

“He did.”

“And you didn’t tell him to?”

“I did not. Just wait. I think you’re going to love this.”

Eiyuu returns with a piece of paper carefully held in his hands. He stands before the sofa, unmoving and looking from parent to parent. Kirishima removes his arm from around you and rests his elbows on his knees, suddenly feeling the fatigue lift from his body as he looks down at Eiyuu

“Yuu, do you have a present for me?” he asks. 

Eiyuu doesn’t respond. He climbs onto the couch, wedging his way in between you and your husband, still holding the his paper as delicately as his three-year-old hands can. 

“Here,” Eiyuu says, presenting paper, “I drawed it by myself.”

Kirishima gently takes the drawing from his tiny hands, staring at it lovingly. Well … “drawing” is a bit generous. It more resembles three messily drawn scribbles. One, with crazy red spikes sticking from the top, the other with unruly (h/c) squiggles, and the final blob in middle with wild black strands popping out. Eiyuu looks at Kirishima, trying to gauge his expression. 

Kirishima grins, “You did this all by yourself? For Papa?”


“Yuu! This is so good! I love it! Wow, I’ve got to show everyone at work!”


“Absolutely, buddy! This is my favorite gift ever and I’m gonna put this on my desk so everyone can see my awesome family!” he praises, wrapping his arms around the you and his son. 

Eiyuu grins back and shows off the razor sharp teeth he undoubtedly inherited from his father. Kirishima laughs, squeezing his family. He can’t even feel the heaviness in the arms. He doesn’t even remember feeling tired. All he can feel is the warmth spreading throughout his chest and the two people he loves most in his arms.

“Mama, can we have cake now?”

“I don’t know, baby. It’s Papa’s birthday cake so you should ask him.”

“Papa, can we have cake now?”

“Absolutely, little man.”

“Eiyuu, remember what we say to Papa first?”

“Oh, yeah! Happy birthday, Papa!”

“Happy birthday, Eijirou.”

“Thanks, guys. This really is the best birthday ever.”

Imagine babysitting with Chris.

A/N: This is based off a prompt from an anonymous request and I think it’s so superbly adorable that I might actually make this the sequel to the ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’ mini-series. If you’ve read the mini-series, you’ll know the reader is a screen writer and they got married after she drunkenly admitted she was ready for the next step. You can read it here (I’ll link it as soon as I get home) but you don’t have to, this should be able to standalone as its own mini-series. So shall we?

Chris waited by the front door with the stroller and your baby niece in his arms, while you filled Dodger’s food and water bowl and made sure everything in the house that needed to be off and locked was. You were babysitting your eldest brother’s one year old for the week while he and your sister-in-law were out of town. Your parents had been the first choice but Chris begged and pleaded for the opportunity, bugging your brother so much that it finalized his decision to leave Phoebe with the two of you instead.

But Chris’ persistence wasn’t the only reason; your brother said and you quote, “the man’s going to put a baby in you soon, you might as well have some practice.” You laughed but you knew he was right. You had been with Chris for five years now, married only for one but already discussing the possibility of starting a family; a subject you’d unknowingly brought up before you even got proposed to when you were drunk, but since then there had been serious conversations about it.

The only reason the baby making hadn’t started was because of you, you were still unsure and stalling; Chris knew which was why he asked to take care of Phoebe. You didn’t know that but you knew you’d eventually have to stop talking and start doing, you and Chris weren’t getting any younger and both moms from either side were itching for you and Chris to join your siblings in the Parent Club; your two brothers- James, who had a son and a daughter; Scott, who had a daughter; and Chris’ oldest sister- Carly, who had two sons and a daughter.

“Hurry up, Aunt Y/N.” You heard Chris addressing you with a childlike voice to appease your squirming niece. “We’re getting really bored over here and we want to go out. Don’t we, Bumble Bee?” He cooed and bounced her, drawing small giggles from the one year old. “We want to go outside, yes we do.”

“I’m coming,” you called back as you grabbed Phoebe’s diaper bag from the kitchen counter. You checked the contents yet again, unsure if giving Chris the job of stocking it was the right decision. “Chris-” you narrowed your eyes at the small Ziplock of Gummi Bears. “What’s this?” You held it up and his eyes narrowed in confusion at your question.

“A Ziplock of Gummi Bears?”

“I can see that,” you chuckled. “Why did you pack them? Phoebe can’t eat these yet, she’s one.” You told him then realized when he laughed. “You packed them for me, didn’t you?” You asked then chuckled when he nodded. “Well- we’re leaving them behind,” you said and placed the bag on the nearest table. “I don’t need the distraction when we’ve got a ton of Christmas shopping to do, and a child to watch. Trust you to pick the busiest time of the year to offer our babysitting services.”

“Like we’d have any trouble with this angel.” He said then poked her tiny palm with his stubby finger; she wrapped her hand around his finger then laughed when he did. “She’s so adorable,” he told you, brushing her brown locks out of her chubby face. “I am so glad we have her for the week.”

“Don’t speak too soon, my love. Let’s not forget that it’s only been a few hours.” You reminded him as you walked over, tucking the diaper bag in the basket compartment under the stroller. “She’s an angel now ‘cause her daddy just dropped her off. She’s still unaware she’s stuck with us for the week, but once she realizes that- all hell’s going to break loose and you’re going to be wishing you had let Scott and Lexi take her to Mom’s instead.”

“You clearly don’t know how much I like kids,” he defended.

“You clearly don’t know how well I know my niece,” you countered.

“She’s my niece too, Y/N.” He rolled his eyes at you then turned to smile at Phoebe, who was too busy playing with his hand to flash him one of her smiles. “And I love her to bits, which means- she could kick, scream, and cry, and I’d still think she’s perfect.”

“Hold up.” You pulled out your phone from your back pocket and opened the voice recorder app, pressing the red button to start the recording. “I would just like it on the record,” you told him and he chuckled softly. “You know, so that when she does kick, scream, and cry- you can deal with her without complaints.”

“Fine.” He wrapped his free hand around your wrist and pulled your phone closer to his mouth. “Hey Future Chris, Past Chris talking. I’d just like to remind you that we said Phoebe could kick, scream, and cry, and we’d still think she’s perfect. So don’t you dare complain 'cause you know how much we hate it when Y/N gets that smug gleam in her eyes.” He smirked at you and you chuckled. “Don’t worry though, Bumble Bee’s an angel. I’m sure we’ll have a great week with her despite what Y/N says, she’s a pessimist.”

“Shut up,” you laughed and turned off the recording, saving it before slipping your phone back into your back pocket. “Let’s go because we’ve got a lot of Christmas shopping to do and I want to get it done before dinner.”

“Yeah, let’s go!” Chris cheered in a childlike voice, making Phoebe laugh and you smile.

• • • • • • • •

Chris pushed Phoebe in the stroller while you did the shopping, it was the same every year- not the stroller pushing but the you doing the shopping. Every Christmas since you became his significant other, he’d pass the responsibility of shopping for people in his life over to you; he wasn’t bad at it, you were just better and he was just lazy. The only people he shopped for now was you, his mom, and yours because- well, he couldn’t make you buy your own present and he was a huge momma’s boy.

“Oh my God,” you heard Chris gasp and you turned around, smiling when you saw what he had in his hand; it was a little baby reindeer onesie. “Tell me your heart didn’t just melt a little,” he pouted and you chuckled. “We’re definitely getting this.” He said and tossed it in your basket.

“Chris,” you chuckled and pulled it back out. “We don’t need this, Phoebe’s the only baby in the family and- I’m pretty sure she’s already got one of these at home.” You hung it back on the rack but he took it back down, giving you serious puppy dog eyes. “Chris, no.” You laughed. “What are we going to do with that?”

“We’re going to have a baby of our own and dress her or him in it,” he answered and tossed it back in your basket. You sighed but made no effort to take it out, knowing he wouldn’t let up. “We’re already talking about it, Y/N. Collecting cute little outfits and knick-knacks for our future child is the next step.”

“You really need to keep it down,” you chuckled softly as you joined his side. He wrapped an arm around you, pushing the stroller with one hand while the two of you walked down the Baby Clothing’s aisle. “Let’s not forget we’re not normal people, the last thing we need is one of your fan girls overhearing us talking about having babies.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re already going to make the front page walking around with Phoebe,” he chuckled softly and smiled down at Phoebe who was smiling up at her uncle. “A lot of strangers already think she’s our child, won’t be long before someone recognizes us and tweets about it. I think that blonde lady back there felt like she knew me but wasn’t sure.”

“You do look different in person,” you nodded.

“Still, we’re going to get caught eventually,” he said and you rolled your eyes. “We always do,” he reminded you. “How many times have we had to stop to take photos or sign something? Even you, Miss Screen-writer, have had to sign a copy or two of your scripts.”

“Yeah-” you pursed your lips, “how do people just have that on hand? It’s weird,” you said and he chuckled. “But we’re not going to get caught this time, everyone’s too busy shopping to bother with us. And- you and I, we’re going to keep our hats on,” you tugged at his NASA cap and he chuckled. “The most- we pretend to not know what they’re talking about and be a cute little family of three. We are getting a lot of compliments.”

“Here comes one now,” Chris whispered in your ear, beckoning his head at an older couple smiling at the three of you. “Hi there,” he greeted the old lady who was cooing at Phoebe; she looked up at the two of you and smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” her husband said with a smile. “You two make a very good looking couple,” he complimented, making both you and Chris smile. “And your daughter is just beautiful, much like your wife. You’re a lucky man,” he nodded at Chris and Chris chuckled softly.

“What’s her name?” The old lady asked.

“Phoebe,” you told her and her smile widened.

“That’s my daughter’s name,” she told you and you smiled. “Your girl is just beautiful, she has your eyes.” You chuckled softly because it wasn’t the first time you’d heard that; Phoebe had your brother’s eyes and you looked a lot like him. “Just one girl?”

“We’re planning for more,” Chris answered before you could tell the lady the baby actually belonged to your brother. “How could we not when the first one turned out so perfect?” He said then smiled at you; you stifled your chuckle but nodded in agreement.

“We hope everything works out for you, you’re a beautiful family.” The old lady complimented then took her husband’s arm. “Merry Christmas,” she said. The couple smiled at your little family of three once more before returning to their own shopping.

“We’re a beautiful family,” Chris repeated, beaming. “What’s that- the eighth one in two hours?” He nudged your arm, grinning like an idiot and making you laugh. “Can we please have a baby of our own now? Like- no more talk, we’ve talked enough. Let’s just have a baby already,” he practically begged.

“Get through this week and we’ll see.”

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Author: Taebaby

He loved it when you wore stockings or thigh highs or basically anything having to do with your legs. He loved grabbing them, yanking them, squeezing them, folding them, kissing them. He loved the feeling of his skin being roughly pressed to yours. He loved all the sounds you made, in and out of the bedroom. He loved the way you looked at him sometimes like it was your first time, even though it was the third round that night, and your eyes would light up. He loved that, after you guys were done, you attach yourself to him and not let go till the morning. He loved waking up next to you.

               He loved you, and you loved him right back.

               But sometimes, you wish you could switch it up a bit. It’s not that you didn’t like Jiyong being dominant (the mere thought made your toes curl), you’ve just been wondering how it might go if you were to… switch roles. You wanted to know how it felt to hold someone down, instead of being held down. You wanted to give orders, to make him beg for you, to feel someone squirm underneath you. You wanted to make him feel all the things he made you feel. You only had to convince him.

               You’ve thought of a couple ways to go about it. You’ve thought of bringing it up at breakfast. Before bed. Right as you guys got into it. But every single time, you chickened out and missed your opportunity. It was one cold night in autumn, the two of you slipping under the covers, a bit chilly but that didn’t stop you both from being naked. As you felt him slide his hand up the inside of your thigh and his hot breath on your neck, shivers coming with it, a sudden bout of confidence and trust hit you, and your desires came pouring out of your mouth.

               “Jiyong,” You tried to steady your breathing, but your voice was a whisper, “Jiyong, stop for a second.”

               He froze immediately, not expecting nor used to you acting this way. He almost looked scared, as if he’d made some horrible mistake.

               “Wh- Did I do something? (Y/n), what’s wrong?” He asked, a small hitch in his voice he tried to hide. He withdrew his hand and lifted himself off you slightly onto his elbows. You nearly yanked him back down, instantly missing the warmth of his body on top of yours. The way he looked at you made you feel all sorts of things. You hardly ever see him like this, cautious and unsure and worried. You’d always been comfortable with each other, so you asking to stop so suddenly like that scared him.

               “I.. No, nothing’s wrong, I just…” Shyness overtook you again as you lost confidence, and you were finding it impossible to ask such a simple thing.

               “We can stop. We don’t have to do this right now, baby, if you don’t want to. You know you can tell me that right?” He was saying quietly as he started getting off you. This time you did grab him and smash your lips to his, lifting your pelvis and wrapping your legs around him to pull him back down. He seemed confused at first but returned the kiss with more passion then he’d had earlier. He ground his hips into yours hard, and even though it kinda hurt, feeling his fully rigid dick brush up against you made you ache in different ways.

               “Then what is it?” He asked, breathless, still grinding. It felt so good but the thing he does with his eyebrows when he’s confused made you want to laugh so bad.

               “Can I ask you something?” You bit your lip, and he wanted to bite it too.

               “Of course, baby girl.” He said, his hands gripping your waist hard as he ground down even harder, making you whimper. You fought hard to keep your focus.

               “Let me on top.” You said firmly, not really asking. His eyebrows shot up.


               “You heard me, I wanna be on top tonight.” You said with false confidence, giving his chest a little nudge. A wide grin spread over his face, as if he were either aroused by the idea or just humoring you. You didn’t know which. He grabbed onto your hips tightly and rolled, so that you were straddling him, both hands on his shoulders.

               “What’re you gonna do now baby?” He asked, looking at you expectantly, still trying to grind his pelvis up into you. You took a deep breath and started smoothing your hands over the expanse of his chest, his abdomen. As you got lower and lower, and started dragging your nails lightly over his flexing muscles, you could see his breath hitch and pick up. One of his hands gripped your wrist before you smacked it away. He opened his eyes and looked up at you, and you swear you’ve never seen so much frustration in your whole life. It just occurred to that this was the first time you’ve ever been on top and you could see how badly he wanted to flip you back over.

               It must kill him not being in control.

               The moody growl he let out confirmed your thoughts and it was your turn to grin down at him. He was starting to buck now, but you kept still, making him wait. You were gonna make him beg.

               “Oh. I’m sorry baby, did you need something? What are you trying to tell me?” You asked sweetly as you pressed your naked core down with a little more pressure, and started moving achingly slow, still not letting him enter. You rubbed yourselves together before you suddenly stopped.

               “Don’t.” His voice was like the rumble of thunder and it shook you like a window pane.

               “Don’t what? Don’t do that? Thought you’d like it baby.”

               “Don’t stop.” He tried moving your hips on him manually, but you wouldn’t let his hands touch you.

               “Now, now, I’m in control tonight, baby, remember?” You’d never seen Jiyong so murderous and yet so lustful at the same time. He growled again, but tried to keep it in.

               “I never agreed to that.” He was out of breath and it made you giddy.

               “Too bad. If you want me to continue, you’re gonna have to beg me for it.” There was a flash behind his eyes and he tried to flip the two of you over, but you pushed him back down, biting your lip to keep your smile from getting so big.

               “No, I don’t beg. I have to fuck you right now.”

               “Mm, what was that? I didn’t quite catch it.” You said as you started to lift yourself up on your knees, your cores no longer touching. You heard him whimper for the first time in your life. He put hands on your thighs, but didn’t try to move you.

               “C’mon, I… Fine. Please. Please I need to fuck you, babe, please.”

               “Hmm, that’s pretty close, but not exactly what I’m looking for. Remember who’s on top tonight?” His eyes burned with hot fire and his mouth turned into a snarl, but he said what you’ve been waiting, wanting, to hear.

               “Please, baby, fuck me. I need you to fuck me right now, just, please!”

Originally posted by gukbwii

I’m so damn glad I was right and Eri’s quirk isn’t about destruction at all ;O;

Dear Journal,

Have I told you that this week, we could go home for a short break? Sirius will come with me of course! I can finally introduce him as my boyfriend to my parents. He already meet them but he wasn’t my boyfriend at that time. We were thinking about leaving today so we could spend the weekend too. When I woke up, Sirius was already packing for the week.

“Goodmorning pads.” I said, rubbing my tired eyes.

“Oh goodmorning Re!” He said, walking up to me to leave a kiss on my cheek.

“I can’t wait to go home!” I said, smilling.

“Do you think your parents will let us sleep in the same bed?” He asked, giggling.

“I’m sure they will! If not, then you’ll have to sneek in!”

I stood up and started packing too. I just needed my favorite jumper, my scarf and my book since I had other clothes at home.

“Can I put my jumper and book in your bag?” I asked him.

“Sure! Here, there’s a bit of space left!”

When we packed, we said our goodbyes for the week to James and Lily, who were going to James’ and to Regulus and Sophie, who were both staying at Hogwarts. They had a date after all! On our way to the kitchens to grab a breakfast to go, we saw Johnny with abother little boy. They were sitting on a bench outside talking. The other boy had two books on his small lap. I assumed that he finally found a good friend and maybe a crush who knows. When he caught my eye, he waved at me. I waved back and he smiled, pointing me the boy next to him who had his nose in a book. I sent him a subttle tumbs up and he giggled. Sirius took my hand and we left for the train station.

Once we got home, i opened the door and smiled. It smelt like home. Mum ran from the kitchen to give me a big hug.

“Oh Remus I missed you!” She said, her face touching my shoulder. I was a lot taller than her.

“I missed you too mum!”

“Hi Mrs. Lupin!” Sirius said, smilling.

“Oh my dear boy look at you all handsome!” She said, hugging him too.

“You look great too Mrs. Lupin.” He said, sending me a look. I giggled.

“Oh dear call me Hope! It makes me feel old!” She laughed.

“Okay, I will.” He smiled.

“Are you boys hungry? Soup is on the stove!”

“Yes thanks mummy! Can we go unpack first?” I asked.

“Of course!” She said, going back into the kitchen.

Sirius and I walked upstairs to find my room. I opened the door and smiled at myslef. All my books were neatly placed on the shelves. My wall was covered with moving polaroids of the marauders and Lily. My baby blue sheets smelt like fresh lavender. I was home.

“It hadn’t changed since I first came here.” Sirius said, hugging me from behind.

“I know.. I like it that way..”

“Can you Imagine, a week here! We can cuddle all night long without the boys in here!” He giggled.

“Yes! Are you hungry?” I asked.

“I’m starving!” He smiled.

We came down stairs and meet with my father. He was coming back from work.

“Remus! I tought you would be home way over 5 o'clock! Come here son!” He said, hugging me.

“I missed you dad.. oh and Sirius is here too!” I said.

“If it isn’t the new boyfriend! The last time a saw you, you were two feet smaller my boy!” He said, patting Sirius’ shoulder.

“It’s nice to see you sir.” Sirius said, feeling a bit nervous.

“Honey! Soup is ready!” Mum screamed from the kitchen. During lunch, they bombared us with questions. Sirius was answering them nicely without feeling annoyed. I looked at him with a smile on my face. He looked comfortable here.

“Oh Remus I forgot to tell you, We will have a familly dinner tonight! Only your aunts and uncles will be there. But you will get to meet Theo!” Mum said.

“Who is Theo?” Sirius asked.

“He’s my baby cousin! He was born after christmas.”

“Oh he’s still a baby!” Sirius said.

I knew that deep down, he loved babies.

After lunch, Sirius and I sat on my small balcony. From there, we could watch over the city. I was looking at Sirius’ face. His long hair brushing on his soft cheeks. The wind was soft and refreshing.

“I love it here.” He said, letting his head fall on my shoulder.

“I’m glad you do. It wouldn’t be home without you.” I smiled.

He leaned in to lay a sweet kiss on my lips.

“You’ll have to meet all my aunts and uncles tonight. Are you nervous?”

“No.” He smiled.

“And you will probably have to hold the baby..” i gigglied.

“I will look really badass with him in my arms!” He lauged.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We heard the door bell and multiple voices from downstairs.

“Come on! I have to go show off my boyfriend to my familly!” I giggled.

Downstairs, everyone was there. I presented Sirius to them and they all seemed to like him very much. And then, we got to meet baby Theo. He was so small! He was softly crying in my arms.

“Do you want to hold him Sirius?” I asked him.

His eyes went wide.

“I-I can’t.. I mean he’ll just start crying even more!” He said, feeling nervous.

“He’ll get to know you don’t worry!” I said, smiling.

“I don’t want to drop him!” He said.

“Sit on the couch. I’ll lay him in your arms, you won’t drop him don’t worry” i said.

He sat down and I layed the little baby in his big arms. He had a big smile on his face.

“He looks so fragile..” he said, holding him carefully.

The baby instantly stopped crying. His big blue eyes opened and the baby smiled. Sirius looked at me with a face full of happiness.

“He stoped crying moons! He likes me!” Sirius said.

“See I told you!” I said, sitting next to him on the couch.

“Hey buddy!” Sirius said, brushing his finger on the baby’s cheek.

“Oh Remus look at his little cheeks, they’re so soft..”

We stayed next to eachother the whole night, the baby in Sirius’ arms. His small hands were curling around Sirius’ long finger.

“Can we have one Re?” He said, slowly shaking the sleeping baby.

“Not now! We’re still in school Pads!” I giggled.

“Of course not now! But you know.. One day..” he said, smiling to me.

“One day..” i smiled back.

After everyone was gone, we went to sleep. I really missed my bed! Sirius was holding me close to him, tracing shapes on my tummy.

“This whole bed smells like you… ” he mumbled.

“It’s even more comfortable with you in it..” i whispered.

February 18th 1976

Chris Pine Imagine

Originally posted by jijushua

You watched your family sit at the dinner table. Chris was talking to the eldest son Steve while the two younger twins Stella and Mia were giggling about some boy. It had been already 12 years of marring for you and Chris. Things had gone by fast. Steve was born shortly after the wedding and the twins were born 6 years later.  Everything was just perfect. Chris was filming few movies, but not as much as he used to. He stopped for while when Steve was born. He didn’t want to miss a single thing. He did the same thing with the twins, the other reason he stopped was well you were having twins. You on the other hand had been staying back writing a book and some movie scrips. It was nice to have a job you can do at home. It gave you a chance to be with your family more and also home was were your best ideas came. 

“What do you think honey?” you had been thinking about the past and future so much you didn’t even hear what they were talking about. You looked at Chris and smile “What do you think about going out for some ice cream after dinner?” you looked over at your kids every singe one of them and also Chris were giving you puppy eyes. 

“Why not” you said making everyone clap from excitement. You went back to finishing your dinner and listened into what they were talking about. 

“Cleo is having a baby brother soon” Mia was talking about there best friend. This would be Cleo’ first sibling. 

“That’s nice” you said smiling, this gave you an idea “Would you like a baby brother?”  you asked the girls but Steve answered for them 

“No” his short, but honest answer surprised you. 

“Why not?” this was the first time Steve had said no to something or someone. 

“It would be loud. It’s already loud” he gave a look to his sisters, who started to giggle. 

“Can you imagine having a baby in the house right now? We all wold go crazy” Chris was joking, but to you it wasn’t anything funny. “All the dirty diapers, and baby foods” he made a discussed face and laughed with Steve. You looked down at your half eaten plate and then to your stomach. A small warm hand touched your palm. 

“We’d like a baby brother” you looked up at two smiling angels. Without finishing your food you got up from the table and went to wash the dishes, you felt Chris watch you walk away. He could see something wasn’t right. So after they all were done eating, Chris told the kids to get ready to go out and he went to talk to you. 

“What’s wrong?” he put his hand around your waist and kissed your shoulder. This small movement made you tear up a bit, ever since the conversation about having another baby you’ve felt like crying. “Honey. What happened?” 

“You really don’t want to have another baby?” you took a towel and cleaned your hands. You watched Chris think over what you asked and before he could give you his answer you spoke again. “Because if not we have a problem.” immediately Chris knew what you were talking about. He took a step back, looked at your stomach then back at you. 

“You’re?” he pointed at you, Chris slowly started to smile. “We’re having another baby?”  you couldn’t understand what was going on. One moment he doesn’t want a baby, the next he looked very excited about the news. 

“Yeah, so, what’s your answer?” you held yourself together to not cry. You were scared to hear what his real answer will be. 

“Babe, what I said before, I didn’t mean it. It was joke, a stupid joke that I now regret saying. Of course I’m happy about this. I want to have a baby. You know I’ve always wanted a big family. Y/N this is amazing” he pulled you in a hug, with that one hug all your fears and doubts were flushed away.

 All that was left to do was tell the kids. You already knew that two out of three kids will be happy about the news. Even if Steve wasn’t going to be happy about it at first you know he’ll turn his mind around the moment you start to show. Steve is a smart boy and even if he complains about his sisters a lot he’ll still fight for them, he’ll protect them with everything he has. 

demad69  asked:

Can we have more Vaderkin with Obi Wan now going to have a baby and how people around them react to it. Do they all just think Obi could of always carried a baby and that maybe the Twins are really Obi-Wan's. How do they deal with the rumors?

Anakin stepped out of his boots and made his way to the bed, noting with some satisfaction that a mostly empty plate was resting on the desk along with an empty cup of tea. Obi-Wan was curled up on his side with datapad, reading with a small furrow in his eyebrow as Anakin watched him.

Its not in his nature to be ignored, especially now, but he waits for Obi-Wan until the copper haired Jedi looks up, blinking a bit before shifting and sitting up in bed. “Yes?” There’s curiosity, a bit of uncertainty in his voice.

But no fear.

“I just wanted to see how you were.” The sith sat down on the bedside and stroked Obi-Wan’s bearded cheek with slow fingers. “Is everything going according to plans?”

“So far it seems to yes. My…” There’s that flush, the one that makes Obi-Wan’s ears turn a bit red and Anakin grin. “My body doesn’t seem to be rejecting anything, if anything it seems wholly prepared and the baby is showing all the signs of growing.”

“That is good.” Anakin felt excitement bubble but kept it down. There were still so many things that could go wrong.

“There…there is one thing though.” Obi-Wan shifted, hesitating. The Emperor raised his brows. “There has been some…rumors, that the twins are mine too. Not Padme’s.” Obi-Wan offered.

Anakin narrowed his eyes at that. “Indeed…and how do you know that?”

“I’m not so untrained that my steps aren’t still quiet. I can walk rather calmly Anakin.” Obi-Wan huffed as the Emperor dropped his hand back into his own lap. Then he blinked. “You’re not surprised.”

“No. I heard about these rumors from the beginning but the source of them aren’t clear. Easiest trail leads to the Senate. I imagine its easier to taint your image then it is to taint a dead woman’s with my kids.” Anakin growled.

“…Oh.” Obi-Wan’s emotions flashed and he looked away.

“Hey…” Anakin slid closer, cupping the others face. “It doesn’t matter, Luke and Leia are Padme’s children. Its stupidity and rumor mongering talking here, their records show their blood with her as the mother and me as the father.” He stroked the others cheekbones with his thumbs until the other was looking at him again. “Outside of the baby, how goes things?”

“I managed to find eight Force sensitive younglings on Coruscant to begin training?” Obi-Wan shifted. “I fixed up a few quarters, two classrooms and a salle to start on it too.” Excitement was starting to creep into Obi-Wan’s eyes.

“The parents agreed?” Anakin hummed.

“Well…only two of them had parents. One…one was found on the street. Three from an orphanage.” Obi-Wan opened his mouth then closed it again, looking hesitant.

“And the last two?”

“…I…Anakin, please promise me not to rage around me but I think the last two were saved from slavery ring passing through Coruscant.” Obi-Wan tensed as Anakin’s emotions rose in fury.

“I…” The cup fell of the desk and smashed. “See.”

“…Anakin, don’t do anything rash.”

“Oh, I won’t. I’ll just put a death penalty on slavers taking their ‘wares’ through Coruscant.” White teeth were flashed and gritted. Obi-Wan stared at him before tugging on him. “I agree slavery should be punishable Anakin, but death penalty…”

“If you profit of selling the lives of others into pain and misery, then you should lost your life.” Anakin let himself be shifted until he was facing the door on the bed with his back to the Jedi.

“Or you can punish them in a different way.” Callused hands started to rub his shoulders, slow and steady like Obi-Wan used to after a long campaign. The blonds shoulders slowly untensed. “Like?”

“A life time doing harsh labor. The exact same thing they tried to force others into.” Obi-Wan murmured, his clever fingers finding the spots in Anakin’s shoulders to untense the young emperor.

“I…hmm…” The blond frowned but inside him that light voice that had taken on a voice that sounded like Padme agreed. A punishment fit for the crime. “You think that would work?”

“It would certainly make people think twice.” Obi-Wan offered as he rested his hands on the others shoulders. “And that’s what you want them to, right? You don’t want to be a dictator? But a just ruler?” His voice was hesitant but at it Anakin turned around, nodding, reaching for the other. “Yes, yes I want to make things better, I want to make the future better, for everyone.” He stared at the other with wide, imploring yellow eyes.

Hands rested on Obi-Wan’s sides as the two stared at each other.

Then the Jedi smiled ever so slightly. “Then please listen to me?”

“Of course my Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan stared at him before reaching out and slowly touching along the others mind, Anakin grasping onto the presence tightly as Obi-Wan sought out the sundered remains of their bonds. The sith felt a slight hesitation in the other and then Obi-Wan started to mend and strengthen the bond they once had, tying them together once again.

He could feel Obi-Wan again, fleeting and flickering emotions and thoughts.

Steve Rogers/Captain America - I’m Sorry I Never Told You - Part 9

Series Summary: Being an Avenger is the most challenging thing you’ve ever done, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. You’re in a relationship with Steve and that’s something you never thought you’d have, you never imagined being so lucky as to have someone like him. However, there is something that you haven’t told him or the others. A secret that you’ve fought to keep hidden. What happens when you have no choice but to tell Steve and the rest of the team your biggest secret?

Part Summary: You and Steve are finally on your honeymoon. The two of you decide to discuss baby names and you have two names that you think Steve will love. You do so much together; you go to the beach, sit by the pool, go for a ride on Tony’s yacht, go sightseeing. You even go see the Cristo Redentor statue (Christ the Redeemer). While you’re visiting the statue, something amazing happens for the first time.

Pairing/s: Steve x Fem!Reader. Fem!Reader x Jeremy x Peter x Steve, Fem!Reader x Avengers, Fem!Reader x BAU, Vision x Wanda, Clint x Natasha, Will x JJ

Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers. Jeremy Y/L/N, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Bruce Banner, Spencer Reid, David Rossi, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Emily Prentiss, William LaMontagne, Danny Smith (OMC), Eric Smith (OMC), Henry LaMontagne, Michael LaMontagne, Jack Hotchner, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, T'Challa, Scott Lang, Nicholas Joseph Fury, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson (Mentioned)

Warning/s: So. Much. Fluff. Implied smut

A/N: A huge thank you to @molethemollie and @mo320 for being my betas!

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