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Four Times

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Four times Peter wanted to tell you he loved you, and the first time he did

Warnings: Cuteness, swearing, bullying, mention of blood

A/N: I’m so late to this trend but I’m in a fluffy mood so here we go! Sentences in bold are texts that the reader sends, sentences in italic are texts from Peter

Originally posted by jessikaort

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Role Reversal (Connor x Reader Drabble)

Connor x Reader drabble under the cut (as its definitely nsfw) based on the  drabble prompts 175, 191, and 194.

Because this is a drabble it was written pretty quickly and barely edited, sorry about that. 

Warnings: NSFW, just 100% pure smut, thigh riding (yep that needs its own warning), rushed writing, no plot, sorry. 


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You were sat in your boyfriend’s lap, your hands in his hair and his lips against your neck. His parents were out and you could feel his excitement through his jeans - you knew where this was heading. 

“Do you want to try something different?” you ask, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Different how?” he says between hot, open-mouthed kisses which were trailing down to your collar bone. 

“Do you wanna sub?” you ask biting your lip. You’ve been wanting to try being in control for a while but you’ve only just worked up the courage to ask. You and your boyfriend had an incredibly understanding relationship but you still couldn’t help thinking that Connor might find it a turn off, when, in fact, the very opposite was true. 

His face lights up and his swollen lips form a perfect smile. 

Well, fine, just this once” he laughs, secretly finding the prospect of you taking control to be super hot. 

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Caught : Conor Maynard Smut

requested:

(I changed it up a lil bit srry)


You and your boyfriend Conor were staying at his parents house in Brighton for the week. All of his family were lovely, you got on really well with his little sister Anna, his parents adored you and you and Jack knew each other really well considering you almost saw him everyday back in London.

You had been staying at Conor’s family home for 6 days now and you were really enjoying it. It was a Sunday now and you and your boyfriend Conor were laying in his bed watching TV. His parents were downstairs preparing a roast dinner for you all and Jack and Anna were in their bedrooms.

As you cuddled into Conor, you noticed how cold you were considering you were only wearing pyjama shorts and a t shirt. Conor was only wearing boxers so he wasn’t much warmer.

“Aren’t you cold?” You asked Conor, shifting around a bit to try and get warm.

“A bit. Why? Are you?” He asked, looking down at you.

He looked so gorgeous. His brown hair looked so fluffy as he hadn’t bothered to style it today and you loved it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Conor spoke again, his lips flicking up into a smirk.

“Like what?” You replied.

“I don’t know, you looked turned on, babe.” He laughed.

“You just look really attractive today.” You told him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Oh, why? Do I normally look ugly?” He chuckled, grabbing your hips a moving him onto on his lap.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes and placed your hands flat on his bare chest.

“Come here.” Conor mumbled.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his again. The kiss was slow and passionate, you could feel Conor smiling. As the kiss went on, it started to get faster and more heated. Conor started getting desperate and his hands travelled down to your bum.

Totally forgetting that his family were also in the house, you began to rock your hips against his, making him groan.

“Y/N,” He warned. “Stop.”

You ignored him as he went back to kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and grinded against his member, feeling him getting hard already. Conor held in a moan but you felt his hands go up the bottom of your shorts, feeling his fingers against your bare skin.

“Con,” You breathed out, your lips going to his neck.

“You’re going to pay for being such a fucking tease.” Conor growled as he pushed you off him and pinned you onto the bed.

You lost your breath as Conor pulled your shorts down within seconds - your underwear was soon gone too. Conor kissed up your thighs, making you squirm as you watched.

“Aw, babe, look how wet you are. All for me.” He smirked, suddenly putting his lips against your core.

Your hands went to his fluffy hair, lightly gripping as he licked in and out of you. His tongue worked wonders against you and you accidentally let out a moan.

“Ssh, Y/N, my parents are downstairs,” Conor laughed, replacing his mouth with his fingers as he worked against your clit. “Does that turn you on? Me getting you off like this whilst me family are in the house?”

His words were too much and your hands grabbed onto the white sheet you were laying on.

Suddenly, Conor’s door flew open and he quickly moved so he was laying next to you, putting the duvet over you both. Jack walked in, a piece of toast in his hand.

“Morning.” He said to you both. You were trying to catch your breath back without Jack noticing. Conor had a grin on his face, finding the situation amusing.

“What’s up?” Conor asked Jack.

“I need to use your camera, bro. Left mine at home.” Jack told him, walking over to Conor’s filming equipment.

You felt Conor’s hand wonder down your body and you immediately knew what he was planning. You panicked, you knew Conor was going to try and get you off with Jack in the room whether you liked it or not. If you were being honest, it kind of did turn you on.

Conor pushed his middle finger into you and you breathed in, squeezing onto the duvet trying not to squirm. It felt amazing, the way Conor’s fingers felt inside of you was something you loved. The pleasure he gave you - that boy was talented.

“Where is it?” Jack asked, searching around Conor’s equipment.

“It might be in the drawer.” Conor replied, adding another finger as you bit down on your lip, trying to hold back your moans.

“Oh, I’ve found it.” Jack said and you were so happy, knowing he was about to leave the room. “Wait, the battery is dead.”

“The spares are by my bag.” Conor told him, a slight laugh coming out of his mouth.

When Conor added another finger - now totalling to 3 - the pleasure was too much. Your legs started to shake and you accidentally let out a small moan.

“What’s funny? Y/N are you alright?” Jack asked, noticing both Conor’s laugh and your moan.

You couldn’t reply. As Conor continued to move his fingers in and out of you, you tried to nod at Jack but it didn’t really work.

Jack’s eyes flickered from you, to Conor, to you, back to Conor and then back to you.

“What the- Bro are you fingering her right now?” Jack asked, his eyes narrowing in disgust.

Conor just laughed uncontrollably. But you ignored them, your high was just seconds away and Conor was still touching you, edging you closer and closer.

Your moaned into the duvet, pulling it over your face, not wanting Jack to see you having an orgasm. Your walls tightened around Conor’s fingers as you reached your high, the feeling so intense and amazing.

“That’s my girl.” Conor laughed.

“Oh my god- Did she just? What the fuck, you two are disgusting!” Jack groaned as he walked straight out the door.

“Fucking hell.” You breathed out, moving the duvet so it was no longer on you. Your temperature had definitely increased now.

“You alright, babe?” Conor asked, licking his lips.

“I can’t believe you just made me orgasm in front of your younger brother.” You shook your head at him.

“Relax! He probably loved it, bet he’s having a wank over you right now.” Conor laughed, making you look at him in disgust.

BTS Reacts: You Choose Your Stressful Job Over Your Health

Request:Could I request a scenario where bts’ s/o is a pretty successful programmer, but she focuses so much on her work that she forgets to take care of herself and one day she’s feeling really lightheaded? I love the length of your scenarios, you really go into depth!

A/N: AKA me showing the world how much I really don’t know about programming

Seokjin (Jin)

Jagiya, are you okay? I called you for dinner like five minutes ago,” Seokjin’s worried voice broke you from your trance. You blinked a couple of times to clear your vision, and straightened your back.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Seokjin, I-I must have zoned out or something,” You looked up from your computer screen, the first time in what felt like ages, to Seokjin’s tall frame leaning over you, spatula in hand. He placed a warm hand on your forehead, and your eyes fluttered closed at the touch.

“You’re a bit warm, Jagi. How do you feel?” He gently pushed strands of hair out of your face and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m fine, Seokjin,” you laughed as you stood rather abruptly. Your vision became tunneled, the world darkening a little around the edges as you felt yourself leaning too far to the left.

“Yah!” Seokjin bellowed as you felt strong arms wrap around your stomach. You braced yourself against his toned chest, a hand falling on a broad shoulder. You tried to calm your shallow breaths.

“I worry about you,” Seokjin murmured, nuzzling his nose just behind your ear. You felt your tense muscles finally relax.

“I know,” You breathed in his comforting scent. “But I’m almost finished with this huge project. I swear I’ll start taking better care of myself. I just….want to get this done.”

Seokjin looked down to you with concern. “When was the last time you ate?”

Your brow furrowed as you thought, trying to remember the last thing you had thrown together in your haste to get back to work. “I….think yesterday? I can’t really remember.” You glanced at the floor, already able to imagine the horror in Seokjin’s eyes.

“Come on.” He pulled you gently by the wrist towards the kitchen and you would be lying if the smells coming from the room didn’t make your mouth water. “You’re not leaving the table until you eat everything I put on the plate.”

Originally posted by chimines

Yoongi (Suga)

You sat, bleary eyed, staring daggers into your morning coffee as Yoongi sat perched across from your spot at the kitchen table, reading over some lyrics he had written late into the night. A small sigh left his lips. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, a feeble attempt at dismissing the lightheadedness that had creeped in sometime in the last hour. “Just not feeling right,” you muttered, taking a long sip of your lukewarm coffee.

Yoongi looked up to you with narrowed eyes. “What time did you come to bed last night?”

You eyed him over the rim of your coffee cup, stalling. You shrugged noncommitedly. He quirked an eyebrow and waited for your answer. You sighed, a little irritated.

“I’m not sure, I remember seeing 2 am.”

(Y/N),” Yoongi began, the patronizing tone irking your nerve.

“You’re one to talk, Yoongi,” Your tone was harsher than you intended, but from the lack of sleep and the stress work was piling on you, you hoped he would understand. Early in the morning, the two of you were never at your best, always easy to anger but always understood that by the end of the day, each would be forgiven.

“I know, (Y/N).” He sat down his empty coffee mug and watched you carefully from across the table. “But I have the members who look out for me. Especially Namjoon. They tell me when I should take a break, make sure I actually eat so I don’t pass out.” Yoongi reached for your hand across the table. “And that’s what I need to do for you. So, no work today. You need to eat properly and catch up on your sleep.”

You smiled as he rubbed soothingly motions into the back of your palm. “Okay,” you sighed, your smile widening. “I’ll take the day off.”

Originally posted by kuromel

Hoseok (J-Hope)

“But you always overwork yourself!” You whined, following Hoseok down the Bighit hallways from the practice room. You pouted for good measure. “I’m just sitting in a chair, staring at numbers all day; it’s not that bad Hobi, I’ll be okay.”

Jagi,” He turned to face you and a faint blush dusted your cheeks at the use of the nickname, heartbeat picking up in your ears. Your still blossoming relationship was everything you could have ever hoped for, but your opposing work schedules made finding time for each other hard. Still, you always made sure to sneak into Bangtan’s dance practice for not-so-quiet companionship or surprised him at photoshoots with lunch for him and the boys. “Sun-Hi texted me and asked me to talk to you. She said you’ve been talking in your sleep, saying work will be the death of you and ‘just one more program testing’”.

You vividly remembered the nights where you fell asleep, thoughts full of Hoseok, but dreamed nothing but work, only to stay the entire night in the realm of just barely asleep. “Traitor,” you murmured under your breath.

Hoseok chuckled and rubbed his large hands up and down your arms. “Just because you sit in a chair all day, doesn’t mean your job can’t be taxing. I know how much you strain yourself to do well, but you should really take better care of yourself.”

He paused, checking behind him, and you furrowed your brow in confusion. “We’re all going to the mountains in two weeks to film the for summer package.” Your lips parted to account for your quickened breathing at what he might be asking. “Come with me.”

It wasn’t a question. A demand that he knew you would answer. Hell, you knew the answer before you were able to process his request clearly. You mirrored Hoseok’s impossibly wide smile. “Really?”

“I asked Bang-PD and he said it was fine, as long as you stay out of sight. But,” He paused, a serious glint in his eyes. “On one condition,”

“Anything,” you breathed.

“No work. You leave everything behind for two whole weeks.” Hoseok watched your eyes widen. You bit your lip and giggled at the thought of being with him and the boys for more than just a couple of precious hours. Being able to spend time with Hoseok and not having to worry about deadlines or programs that still needed to be tested sounded like a dream.

You nodded a bit too eagerly and giggled. “Definitely.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Namjoon (Rap Monster)

“Babe,” Namjoon’s deep voice filled your ringing ears. You turned your head to look at him, in your now dark office. When did it get so dark in here? You stood briefly to close your blinds and turn on your desk lamp. “I’m headed to bed. You should come too.”

You sighed and tied your hair back up into a messy knot. “I wish I could, Namjoon, but I can’t.” You scratched the nape of your neck, running your hands through the baby hairs that refused to cooperate. “This program won’t write itself.”

Namjoon’s long stride carried him over to the sofa and sat, elbows resting on his knees, nothing but concern written all over his face. “(Y/N), you said earlier you felt lightheaded. If you’re not feeling well, you need to rest.”

You scrunched your nose and looked at your knees, not able to meet his worried gaze. “Look, I’m fine now, I ate something earlier.” You kicked your feet back and forth in your computer chair. “But I really need to get this finished. I promise I won’t stay up much longer.”

“Liar,” came the accusation you had been afraid of. You were hoping he was too tired to notice how you refused to look at him while you spoke, a clear give away that you were lying through your teeth. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair.

“Okay, fine,” you whined, throwing your head back against your computer chair. “But you of all people should know what it’s like to get too into your work!” you accused half-heartedly.

Namjoon tilted his head and smiled softly, dimples almost visible. “I do. So I also know it’s good to take breaks and start again with fresh eyes.”

Damnit, he has a point, you thought bitterly. You bit your cheek, looking for any way to bicker back with him, if only because it was your nature. You huffed, no reasonable argument coming to mind. “Okay, okay, you win.” You stood from your chair and stretched, shirt lifting and exposing your stomach. Namjoon snaked a hand around your waist, taking any chance to touch the exposed skin. You shivered at his touch.

“But we are not having sex to ‘cure my headache’.” You feigned anger as he pulled you closer to him, hands resting on his chest. “The last time we tried that, I ended up with more bruises and in more pain than when we started.”

Originally posted by meganhyunhee

Jimin

Jagiya,” Jimin’s voice called out from the hallway, quiet footsteps approaching fast. You heard the door creak open, and could feel Jimin’s eyes boring holes into the back of your head.

Jagi, what’re you doing.” It wasn’t even a question, more a statement of concern. Jimin had grown accustom to your strange habits, so walking into your home office, your forehead smushed against the keyboard as a paragraph of three repeating letters filled the screen wasn’t the weirdest thing he had seen from your many stressful days.

“Writing code,” came your small voice, muffled by the desk.

Jimin quietly walked over, placing your usual order from the local coffee shop beside your screen. “With your forehead?” he chuckled, rubbing soothing circles into the expanse of your back. 

”As long as it works,” you huffed. You turned your head to watch condensation from your coffee drip down onto the table. “My world won’t stop spinning,” you commented.

“This can’t be good for your health. Have you eaten properly?” He turned his wrist over to glance at his watch. “6 o’clock. I bet you haven’t left this room since you woke up.” Jimin looked to your coffee mug from this morning and back to your face, still laying against the keyboard. You sighed in response.

“How about this,” Jimin brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Go ahead and shower, change into some comfy pajamas, and I’ll cook you dinner?” You glanced up to his plump smile, a faint blush dusting your cheeks.

Your mouth watered at the prospect of food, something you had long forgotten since stepping into your office. Happiness bloomed in your chest at how well Jimin took care of you, and you mentally noted to take better care of yourself, to ease his worry a bit. You nodded. “Thank you, Jimin.”

Originally posted by jitonic

Taehyung (V)

“So,” You felt the weight of the now occupied computer chair bump into your arm as Taehyung fiddled with one of the many pens littered across your desk. “How’s the workload coming?”

You closed your eyes around the pounding headache threatening to blind your left eye.You scrunched your nose and frowned deeply at Taehyung.

He sighed, long and heavy. “Jagiya,” he called softly. The deep timber of his voice elicited a soft smile across your lips. He looked down at the back of your hand where he drew soothing shapes. “You’re working too much. You should take a break. Let me treat you to lunch.” He looked up through long lashes as you watched where he touched your hand.

Taehyung hadn’t been so open with PDA since you two had started dating, trying to keep it a secret from prying eyes around the office. You met his eyes, wanting nothing more than to escape this hellhole for an hour to relieve the stress headache. But you knew you all your work would plague your thoughts while you tried to enjoy his company. So you had already settled on working through your lunch hour. Again.

“Tae, I can’t.” you whined. “Your boss wants this code written for the graphics team by the end of the week, and I honestly don’t know how he thinks that’s possible.”  You threw your head back against your computer chair at the thought of all the hours of staring at your screen you had in front of you. You huffed. “I mean, seriously. Where does this guy get off thinking we can do all that in four days? There’s only three of us, and one of them is fresh out of college; she hardly knows what she’s doing and-”

Your frustrated rant was cut off by Taehyung’s large hand coming up to grip your temples, thumb and middle finger on either side. “Tae,” Your words were muffled by his palm. “What on earth are you doing?”

“You seem really stressed, Princess. You need to take care of yourself properly, or you’re going to exhaust yourself. Which means actually eating on lunch.” He set his hand back on the arm rest and leaned back into the chair.

You ran your a hand through your hair. “I guess. I mean, I did feel a bit lightheaded this morning on my way here.” You looked down to your fingers in your lap, idly playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Then it’s settled.” Taehyung abruptly stood from his chair, causing it to roll back and into the desk behind him.

You looked back up to him, confusion written all over your face. “What’s settled?”

Taehyung smiled triumphantly, like he had just won a bet. “ We’ll go for lunch and after work, you’ll leave all your thoughts of this disaster of a workplace here and we’ll go out for drinks. On me.”

You smiled at the thought of being able to leave your work where it belonged: in the office. Before you knew it, you felt your head dip in a nod, smile widening at the thought of a drunk Taehyung, desperately trying to tell you a story you’ve already heard 4 times. “I’d like that a lot, Tae.”

Originally posted by jengkook

Jeongguk (Jungkook)

Noona.”

You didn’t register the sound of Jeongguk trying and failing to get your attention, not with the string of numbers and words in front of you, some all starting to run together. You blinked a couple of times.

“(Y/N)~” Jeongguk sang out, dropping any honorifics in a failed attempt to rile you up. It was hard to ignore how beautiful his voice was, even in moments like these when he wasn’t even trying to impress you. You sucked in your bottom lip and gave a halfhearted grunt in response.

You mulled over the long mass of words and numbers for what felt like the 100th time that day and began typing. The moment your arms lifted from your sides to type, you felt nimble fingers at the hem of your raised shirt barely touching your skin.

“Jeongguk,” you warned, mustering every threatening look you could think of as you glared at him. You watched in horror as he donned that mischievous bunny-tooth grin.

“Don’t even thin-WHAT DID I JUST-STOP! You win, you win!” You flailed uselessly as he continued his vicious attack on your sides, his laughter a beautiful distraction you didn’t know you desperately needed.

Your arm crashed down painfully onto the keyboard in your attempts to keep him away and you both halted, his laughter dying down with it as you both watched the entire mass of text highlight itself and completely disappear from the screen.

You blinked a couple of time, your brain trying to process what had just happened. Your heart hammered in your ears as you tried pressing a few keys to bring it back, an error message popping up every time you tried. Anger blossomed in your chest, though you knew it was an accident.

“Jeon Jeongguk, it took me a week to write that! What am I gonna do?” Your face fell into your hands, the oncoming pain of a stress headache clouding your thoughts.

“I-I’m sorry, Noona. I just thought you needed a break, you had been staring at your computer for so long, you looked dead!” Jeongguk’s frantic eyes searched yours for any hint of forgiveness. “I know you weren’t feeling well this morning, so I thought you might like a distraction from work.” His long fingers fiddled with the hem of his white t-shirt as he traced patterns into the carpet with his eyes.“You should take better care of yourself, Noona. You’re gonna work yourself into an early grave at the rate you’re going.”

Jeongguk’s mumbled concerns extinguished the anger burning in your chest. A small smile replaced your deep set frown and your eyes softened as you looked up to him. You took one of his warm hands in yours, playing with his fingers as he had done so many time to you before. “It…it’s okay Kookie, I’ll figure it out later.”

A/N: I know this is like my third time writing a tickle fight with Jeongguk but its so canon I can’t help it

anonymous asked:

can you please please do number 3 for jason?

Of course! I’m kinda happy with how this turned out and I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for requesting! 


I don’t want your pity. I want your absence.”

Jason lets out a grunt as he drops himself at the edge of the unoccupied bed. He runs his hand through his hair roughly and lets out another grunt. This night has got to be one of the shittiest nights Jason has experienced.

Out of all the things he could have said to you, Jason did not really expect for those words to come out. That night, he had been really angry but not just at you but at himself too. When the two of you finally got together, one of the things Jason had promised to himself was that he will never let his anger get the best of him. But that very night, not only had he let his anger get the best of him, he had also managed to say some hurtful things to you too. He also did not even bother to stick around afterwards; Jason simply upped and left.

Three days later, Jason is still regretting letting his mouth loose and feeling remorseful over his choice of words to you. Roy had taken him aside earlier – when Jason had left his shared apartment with you, he had ended up at Roy’s apartment and has since then been there for the past few nights – and scolded him thoroughly.

She is honestly one of the best things that has ever happened to you and we both know these type of people, they are hard to come by. Do you really want those words to be the last ones you will ever say to her? What if something happens to her? What will you do then?

Normally words like those do not really leave much of an impact on Jason because feelings are just too much to deal with most of the time but somehow, after hearing those words coming from Roy, Jason could not help but feel restless and listless. Maybe three days of silence is enough – this is, after all, the first time Jason has ever been away from you without having a mission to attend to and the nights without you by his side has been extremely hard. He knows, even without looking in the mirror, that he looks worse for wear.

Which is why Jason decided to make his way to your shared apartment. The closer he gets to the apartment, the more anxious he feels and Jason is torn between wanting to feel like he is afraid (how is he supposed to appear before you after all of the things he has said?) and wanting to just let the other shoe to drop because sometimes, Jason thinks you are better off without him in your life. But then he remembers Roy’s words and Jason steels himself – if he can face countless of villains without having any second thoughts, he can definitely face you.

“Babe?” Jason steps in to the apartment and frowns. The apartment looked like no one has been there since the last time he had been around and he shakes his head. Normally even when the two of you fight, if you ever had to leave town for work or emergency family problems, you would always tell him but he has received no texts from you. So you should be here - you should be in town. “Babe!” He calls out as he moves further in the apartment.

The living room looks exactly like the last time he has saw it: his clothes are still thrown over the sofa and he spies your reading glasses on top of a few books on the coffee table. He moves past the living room to the kitchen. It did not make him feel any better.

The kitchen is clean. Too clean. So Jason leaves the kitchen and heads for the one room he hopes you would be in.

But despite that, the closer he gets to the bedroom, the faster his heart races. His fear climbs to a dramatic height as realization crashes on him, that he might actually lose you especially when he opens the bedroom to find the bed empty and your clothes are gone. 

“Fuck, no. Shit,” Jason rushes in to the room and throws open every single drawer that belonged to you and when each turned out to be empty like your half of the closet, a lump forms in his throat. 

Suddenly everything Roy had said came to his mind and Jason feels like puking. What if something bad had actually happened? What if you had left him without letting him tell you just how much he actually appreciated you and how much he loves you for putting up with him, his nightmares and the baggage that he carries with him. What if - what if you died? 

He cannot fail you. Not like how the bat had failed him before. Jason could feel the tears welling up and before he could even do anything, the door to the bedroom opens once more. 

“Jay, is that you? Why are you sitting here in the dark!” Your voice floats in to the room. You are standing at the door, wearing a concerned expression. You could have sworn when you left the apartment, the lights had been working. “I think the power must be busted or something, I’m going to go and check it out.” Jason’s lack of response also prompted you to go check it out. Maybe he was still angry at you? You really needed to keep your mouth in check sometimes. Your father had always told you ever since you were young that your big mouth would cause you trouble one day and that day when you had your fight with Jason, that had been the day. 

As soon as you turn around to head towards living room, a pair of arms wrap themselves around your body and you are suddenly grabbed in an embrace. One that you have missed for the past few nights.

“Jason?”

Hearing your sweet voice, calling out his name like that made Jason pull you closer, laying his head on your shoulder. Now that he has you in his arms, he realizes just how much comfort you bring.

You try to shrug him off because honestly this probably would not be too comfortable for Jason but he hugs you tighter instead. After much struggle, Jason relents and is about to drop his arms from around you when you turn around to face him, wrapping your own arms around his waist. The two of you stood like that for quite a long time. 

“I’m sorry.“ 

”…it’s fine.“

You pull away with a small smile on your face. You are glad that Jason’s no longer mad at you. The two of you clearly still have some issues but having Jason around you and in your arms, those are enough to make you want to forget the problems for now. 

Jason gets a good look of your face, tracing every inch of it. "You won’t leave me right.” It was not a question, simply clarifying an understanding between the two of you and when you nodded your head, Jason gives you a passionate kiss, one that left your head spinning, your face flush and your breath short. “Not that I am planning on ever letting you go.”

“I love you.” You stand on your tip-toes to give Jason another kiss and this time, he smiles in to the kiss. The two of you probably need to talk after this too but for now, he is just going to enjoy having you in his arms. 

“I know.” Jason gives you a genuine smile. “I love you too.”

Headcannons: The Gang Meets the New Girl in Town.

requested

-Ponyboy sees her first at school.
-He definitely doesn’t want the others to know because she’s cute
-And he might like her
-He does tell Johnny though
-Johnny thinks she’d be a real catch
-Sodapop found out about her because of a note Ponyboy was trying to write her.
-Sodapop told Steve to try and find her the next day
-Steve found her and definitely thought she was a babe
-Sodapop told Darry about Ponyboy’s crush and Two-Bit and Dally found out in no time after that
-They all show up one day at the end of school to try and see her
-Ponyboy just turns bright red
-Steve points to her when she starts crossing the parking lot
-She see’s them staring and so she goes over and asks if they have a problem
-She looks pretty pissed
-She tells them it’s rude to stare
-They all think she’s pretty cute
-No one answers her
-She asks if one of them can give her directions on how to get home
-She still doesn’t know the town very well
-Darry tells her which way to go and she goes to her bike to leave
-They all begin their walk to the Curtis house
-The next day it’s raining
-Two-Bit is driving Ponyboy home
-They see her walking her bike along the side of the road with her bike
-So they pull over
-She tells them she has a flat tire
-Two-Bit sets her bike in the back and drives her to the Curtis house to dry off
-She ends up having dinner there
-They all think she’s pretty cool
-Ponyboy, Johnny, and Steve offer to walk her home
-She finds out she actually has a class with Steve
-And lunch with Ponyboy and Johnny
-They promise to take her on a tour of the town sometime
-Steve is going to fix her bike tire for her
-They feel bad when they get to her house and her parents are screaming at each other
-You can hear it even with the doors shut
-Ponyboy tells her that she can always come over
-Johnny reassures her that he does all the time
-And Steve says that if she ever needs to get out that he’ll give her a ride
-She thanks him and goes inside
-Before she goes through the front door she turns to look at the three guys
-Maybe Tulsa won’t be so bad after all

MLM March: Balcony

“It’s totally lame that you don’t have a balcony,” Nino said, putting his tablet down and looking at his boyfriend.

“Why? Where’s this coming from?” Adrien asked, entirely confused. They had been working on homework for close to an hour now in almost complete silence and the question was odd.

“Uh, obviously because I want to romance you while you stand on a balcony à la Romeo and Juliet. I haven’t worked out the logistics of you hearing me from two stories below yet.”

Adrien smiled and kiss his boyfriend’s hand. “The thought is romantic enough, lovely. I’m not sure if I would be able to hear you without you shouting. On the bright side, Juliet wasn’t standing on a balcony.”

“What? Yes she was. It’s called the balcony scene for a reason, babe.”

“Well, yea, it’s called that. But it’s only called that because of the theaters using a balcony. The play just says she was standing at her window. People actually developed something called the Juliet balcony which is sort of like a sideways shutter. There’s no actual space to stand and depending on the window you might not even be able to rest your arms on it.” Adrien explained.

“My entire world is different now.”

“You are so dramatic.” Adrien laughed.

“Says the boy who runs around Paris in a gimp suit.”

“I don’t know what that is but it definitely is not one.”

“Babe.” Nino said, shaking his head.

“Yes, love?”

“You’re cute.”

“You’re cuter.”

“Uh, no, you’re the model. You’re totally cuter.”

“Nuh-uh, you’re cuter.”

“Fight me, you’re the cutest. Don’t make me being Marinette and Alya in on this.”

“But Alya would just say that it’s Marinette and Marinette would say that we’re all cute.” Adrien pointed out.

“I guess you’re right. We’re both cute. I love you.”

“I love you to.”

It’s Me

Part 2 to “A Muggle?” 

Word Count: 1,556

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The summer Y/N met the marauders passed quickly, as summers often do, but this year Y/N couldn’t wait to go back to school. Over the course of the summer, she had developed a special relationship with each of the boys. Peter always came to her for help, too nervous to ask the boys, and feeling safe knowing she wouldn’t judge him. James loved that he could talk to her about anything, anything at all and she would just listen to him. Spending so much time with the guys, who seemed to have something to say about everything, it was nice to be able to talk to someone who would really listen. James figured it was one of those things that girls just had a talent for that guys could not for the life of them get the hang of. Y/N and Sirius bonded over issues within their families, and he was also always good for when she needed a laugh. She quickly grew accustomed to his flirty demeanor and almost always went along with it, earning laughs from the others. When the school year began, Y/N was placed into the Gryffindor house and put into a room with girls by the names of Lily, Alice, and Marlene, who she got along with really well. It was nice, she secretly thought, to have some girls around after being the only one for the last few months. About an hour into their first interaction, it became apparent to Y/N that James had a massive crush on Lily, and it was also apparent that Lily wasn’t having any of it. Y/N decided she was going to do what she could to help poor, smitten, Prongs out. And that, was how she ended up in the common room with the marauders and Lily at 3am on a Friday night two months into the school year.

“You lot can think whatever you want, it is obvious that I’m Y/N’s favorite,” James boasted.

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band of brothers Valentine’s Day AU

since it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow so I thought why not?

winnix

  • okay Lewis Nixon would definitely be that Extra Boyfriend™ who goes big on everything just because it’s Valentine’s Day.
  • big bouquet of roses? checked.
  • big fluffy teddy bear? checked.
  • humongous heart-shaped chocolate? checked.
  • he knows that he doesn’t have to do all of this because what he and Dick have is more than just material possession.
  • but it’s nice to splurge once in a while for his husband – to be sappy without having to find any silly excuses because it is Valentine’s.
  • and though Dick always sighs at the extravagant spending, he still smiles softly at Lew, still takes everything with open arms; leaning in to kiss Lewis on the lips and whispering, “Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you.”

baberoe

  • that couple who lowkey celebrates Valentine’s Day at home together because they want to enjoy each other’s company.
  • Gene cooks special dinner for them.
  • he even asks the recipe from his Mama and forbids Babe from entering the kitchen because something will definitely burn if he’s there.
  • so Babe waits by queuing up all the cheesy romantic movies for them to watch after the dinner.
  • he even builds pillow fort and wraps fairy lights all over the sofa which might be dangerous but Gene hasn’t seen it yet so he’s not gonna take it down because it’s pretty.
  • it’s a lowkey celebration.
  • a home-cooked meal made with love, and snuggling against each other underneath the warm blanket while watching The Princess Bride.
  • it’s simple and it’s happiness because he is with Gene.

speirton

  • Ron wants to book the whole fancy restaurant because 1. he has shitloads of money, 2. he wants to have a nice dinner with Carwood and no one else should interrupt their nice Valentine’s Day dinner.
  • except the restaurant refuses to entertain his request because Ron isn’t the only want who wants to celebrate the holiday, thank you very much.
  • so Ron packs an emergency basket fills with good food and even great booze and load them and Carwood in the car to go somewhere.
  • somewhere turns out to be that stunning place on the hill overlooking the city – beautifully lit by all the bright lights.
  • but for Ron, nothing is ever as beautiful as Carwood’s smile when he leans in to kiss Ron and murmuring “I love you” on his mouth.

luztoye

  • George owns a flower shop in the busy street business district.
  • he’s a certified florist with all the fancy training but he hates Valentine’s Day with passion because it’s the busiest day of the year which means he cannot take a day off to celebrate it.
  • he has to sort out all of the orders and arranges flowers according to the customers’ preference even when he has three workers to help him around.
  • honestly, all he wants to do is scream FUCK VALENTINE’S! and close the damn shop for the day but the money is good for the business so he grits his teeth and works on the bouquets.
  • but his boyfriend is even better.
  • because in the midst of people walking in to buy last minute flowers to declare their undying love for their significant others; Joe walks in with determine steps; looking all sharp in his suits, carrying two boxes of takeout from the Chinese place George loves so much.
  • and okay fuck the flowers because what’s the point of hiring these kids to help out if he wants to do all the work because look, Joe is here with food and he looks so good to be the dessert and these orders can wait because he has a boyfriend to make out with.

webgott

  • Webster always says that Valentine’s Day is a pointless day invented by big companies so the can profit from all the romantic at heart people.
  • “it’s not even real holiday, Lieb! but this corrupt capitalist-oriented day is celebrated worldwide and it makes single people feel bad!”
  • so no thanks. he will not celebrate Valentine’s Day even when he has a fiance.
  • he always tells Lieb that he loves him anyway and even when he doesn’t verbalize his feelings, Lieb still knows because they put with each other’s behaviors and for them that’s love enough.
  • “so you don’t want this?“
  • you guys should also know that Liebgott has made it his mission to knock off Webster from his I’m Too Good For This Shit high horse and he’s using the shark plushy as a bait by shaking the soft toy to entice his fiance.
  • the fucker.
  • Webster knows Lieb knows that he cannot say no to anything shark.
  • it pains him to do it but he snatches the shark plushy right from Lieb’s hand and cuddle it protectively; ignoring Lieb’s wide smirk of triumph but tilting his face up when Lieb leans in to kiss Webster softly on the mouth, murmuring “Happy Corrupt Capitalist-Oriented Day. I love you, nerd.”
change

my final entry for klanceweek! this time, for prompt #7: free day. i chose to go with the prompt “change” for this one. also this is a continuation of prompt #6!

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Admittedly, Keith isn’t the worst dancer in the world.

The guy is a freakishly fast learner. It’s no wonder he consistently kicks the fighting simulator’s ass. And, as much as Lance wants to be jealous of how quickly Keith picks up on dancing, he’s far too distracted by… other things.

Like the fact Keith is pressed up against him. Their foreheads touching, Lance breathes in the same air Keith exhales. They continue turning, breath mingling, and Lance feels like his body is on fire. Every point of contact burns but in the most pleasant way imaginable.

Never in a million years did Lance think he’d be slow dancing with Keith. And, weirder still, he’s enjoying himself.

He, Lance McClain, is enjoying dancing with Keith.

There’s no denying it. Lance likes the weight of Keith in his arms, bodies aligned just right. The scant distance between their lips is definitely the worst temptation he’s had to endure all evening. It’s killing him. It would be easy to close that gap—and totally excusable! None of the guests would be surprised to see the Vruan prince and his escort kiss.

But… Keith would be against it.

Lance is pretty confident he’d get slapped. The two of them only briefly discussed ‘public displays of affection’ before stepping into the ballroom. Keith had been very against anything more than hand holding. He even hesitated when Lance brought up hugging. Hugging.

“This is kinda…” Lance whispers into the space between them.

“Yeah,” Keith agrees. He tips his head just the slightest bit, and Lance swears their mouths get even closer together.

Lance inhales sharply at the feeling of their noses brushing, Soft, gentle, so very unlike the arguments they have or their banter during training. Each brush follows the sway of their heads, naturally moving with the flow of the music. Lance wants to smooth his fingers over the curve of Keith’s jaw, wants to bury his fingers in dark hair. He wants to know the feel and taste of Keith’s mouth against his own.

“I can’t believe none of these people know where Lotor is,” Keith sighs.

Lance swears their lips touch for an instant, and his brain short-circuits.

“Some of them don’t seem like they know what’s going on outside their own little royal bubble. Or maybe they don’t care because the Galra empire hasn’t destroyed their planet yet. Hell, maybe some of these bastards struck up a deal with Zarkon to protect themselves.”

Is Keith… rambling?

“Mhmm,” Lance manages to respond. Could their lips possibly get any closer without touching? “Good point, babe.”

Keith huffs. “Are we really doing this again?”

“Doing what?”

“The… nickname thing.”

“Oh,” Lance drawls knowingly. His fingers twitch restlessly. “You don’t want me to call you ‘babe.’”

“Definitely not.”

“But we’re supposed to be dating. That’s what people do when they’re together. They give each other cute pet names.”

“Like Sharpshooter?” Keith teases.

Actually… Lance swallows down the sudden lump in his throat. Because, now that he thinks about, ‘sharpshooter’ could qualify as a pet name. Especially the way Keith says it.

“Yeah,” Lance admits. Keith perceptibly stiffens in his hold. “But ‘babe’ might be safer for now. Just in case anyone heard and got suspicious.”

“Right, right, or, I mean, no pet names,” Keith blurts. “Whatever you, uh. Want.”

Something about Keith’s voice, laced with panic, gives Lance a boost of confidence. What’s the worst that could happen if I just asked?

“Hey… Keith. You know how we’re supposed to act like a couple, right?”

“…Right.”

“And you know how couples act sometimes when they’re, you know, slow dancing?”

Keith’s silence is answer enough. Fear jolts through Lance’s body. Maybe he should take it back and pretend he never—

“Yeah,” Keith murmurs. It’s so quiet that Lance barely hears his reply over the sound of the music. “And?”

“Alright, well, I’m going to try something. I need you to play it cool, okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“There’s a reason I asked first,” Lance confesses. His cheeks are burning; he can only imagine how red they are. “So please don’t freak out. Just go with it.”

Keith mumbles what sounds like a, “yes,” and Lance feels his blood boil. Ever so carefully, he tilts his chin and gasps at the clumsy collision of their noses. It certainly isn’t enough to stop him, though. His hand seems to have a mind of its own and crawls up Keith’s back, resting at the nape of his neck. A small sigh falls from Keith’s mouth at the change in position. Lance frees his other hand and slides it along Keith’s jaw, drawing him closer. He gently presses his lips to Keith’s, although a little off-center.

Holy mother of quiznak.

Lance hovers there for a moment and then pulls away. His lips tingle pleasantly, excitement thrumming through his bones. This isn’t his first kiss, but… oddly enough, it feels like it. The sensation reminds Lance of running through the halls of a Galra base, shooting enemies, dodging shots. There’s a hint of trepidation underlying the excitement, but not in a bad way—quite the opposite.

Never has a kiss made Lance feel so alive.

“We should…” Keith pauses to lick his lips; Lance can’t look away. “Probably, uh. Again. Just in case.”

Reality crashes down around Lance. Right, this is just an act. The only reason they’re here, kissing, is to trick a crowd of aliens into thinking they’re a royal couple.

“Yeah,” Lance croaks and surges forward.

‘Fake kiss’ or not, Lance is going to make sure this one is memorable. No matter what happens, Lance knows he’ll remember this night for the rest of his life. There’s no way he’ll forget the first moment their lips met, the way Keith desperately gripped his suit jacket and pressed as close to him as humanly possible.

It’s like the universe itself shifts. Three years together in space, and Lance comes to a startling conclusion.

He might be in love.

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@lizuhbethd: I miss this face every god damn day but today I wish I could be exactly where you are even more than usual. I’m so proud you, babe, definitely more than I’ll ever be able to put into words. You’ve come so far in the last year, you took every day as a step forward and I’m happy to have been with you through a big chunk of it. You’re an amazing, beautiful, insanely alive person who I can’t imagine a world without. ❤️ Thanks for the extended FaceTime at the crack this morning, I love you like crazy 🍓❤️ @notharley #1yearsober #supercheesygirlfriend #superproudgirlfriend

Player: Leon Draisaitl – Edmonton Oilers

Prompt: This is a continuation of “The Baby Blues”

Mentions: Connor McDavid & Jordan Eberle

Warnings: PURE FLUFF. I ADORE IT.

Preview:. You stripped off your flour covered dress. You had slipped on a pair of sweatpants and were currently admiring your belly in the mirror. You felt the arms that wrapped around you and your bump

Characters:. 1931 words.

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Originally posted by wonthetrade

“Mama! Cookies! Misha shouted pointing towards the oven.

“Yes Baby, Cookies.” You nodded trying to clean up the counter. As much as you wanted to leave it, you knew you had to clean up.

You were trying your best to wipe the counter but your eight-month belly was not helping, neither was the toddler pulling on the bottom of your sundress. You suddenly had an idea.

“Misha, want to help Mama?”

Misha nodded excitedly. You picked up the small toddler and handed him the rag you were holding. “Misha, Mama is going to hold you and you wipe the counter with the rag.”

He nodded again. You held Misha out and he began wiping the back of the counter you couldn’t reach. You continued to do this until you almost reached the end of the counter when you heard a deep chuckle from behind you.

You turned your head to see Leon leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, a lighthearted grin sprawled across his features.

“Papa!” Misha scrambled from your arms dropping the rag on the counter.

“Hey what happened to helping? Mama is just chopped liver compared to Papa apparently. Maybe the new baby will be more concerned with me.” You giggled taking out the cookies glancing at Leon who was currently peppering kisses to Misha’s belly, trying to avoid the flour.

“Not a chance, Mama.” He replied and you rolled your eyes.

“Why don’t you clean off your little monster and when you are done, the cookies will be cool.” You quipped.

Misha cheered and ran towards the bathroom. Leon came up to you and gave you a quick kiss. “Love you, even if you aren’t the cool parent.”

“You’re teasing me again. Let me remind you that I am pregnant with your child, or at least that’s what I want you to believe.” You giggled with a wink.

Leon acted fake shocked. “What?” he questioned dramatically

“What can I say, you have some cute teammates.” You both laughed at your comment.

“Now you better go before Misha has the bathroom flooded.”

“You’re right,” Leon called out as he sprinted towards the bathroom.

“Say it again! Are you trying to turn me on?” you called out with another laugh. You finished cleaning the kitchen and placed a few cookies on a plate. You put the plate on the coffee table and headed upstairs to clean up yourself.

You stripped off your flour covered dress. You had slipped on a pair of sweatpants and were currently admiring your belly in the mirror. You felt the arms that wrapped around you and your bump.

“You have never looked more beautiful.”

“Are you flirting with me?” you quipped

“Maybe…”

You chuckled. “Where is Misha?”

“He headed downstairs for the movie,” Leon replied kissing your neck.

“Your son has probably eaten the entire plate of cookies.”

“You are probably right,” Leon answered

“Twice in one night? Now I know you are flirting with me.” You slipped on your shirt.

“Du hast recht” he chuckled. (You are right)

“Leon Draisaitl are you trying to get in my pants?” You asked as you both walked down to the living room, where Misha was dancing around the couch, the last cookie half eaten in his hand.

You glanced at Leon who looked guiltily back at you. You both sat down with your now quite hyper son hopping between you and Leon. You leaned back on your couch and placed your feet in Leon’s lap. Leon was massaging your swollen feet as Misha continued hopping around.

“This is your fault.” You noted trying to grasp your toddler. Leon got a hold of his waist, pushing him down between you.

“Movie Time Buddy” Leon said firmly.

Misha nodded as you turned on his latest favorite movie. You listened as the familiar opening started, Misha clapped in delight.

“Finding Dory again?” Leon asked.

“No complaints, you don’t watch it at least three times a day.” You replied.

Leon nodded turning back to the movie, massaging your feet again. Misha cuddled into your side, his head resting on your chest. You couldn’t be any happier.

“Misha, tell Papa to stop hogging all the blankets.” You giggled. Misha put his head up looking seriously at Leon.

“Papa, Mama needs Blanket for Bruder.” He gave Leon a look, scrunching up his tiny face.

“Okay buddy, you are the boss,” Leon answered placing the blanket across you and Misha.

You smiled and they both turned the attention back to the fishes playing on your screen.

Halfway through the movie, you noticed Misha’s breathing soften.

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep,” Leon whispered.

“Yeah, asleep.” You added with a soft giggle.

Leon smiled and picked up Misha placing him against his chest softly.  

“Me Next?” you joked standing up from your place on the couch.

You followed Leon upstairs. You watched as Leon tucked in Misha. You couldn’t help but feel your heart swoon. You couldn’t wait for there to be another little one for you and Leon to spoil. What you didn’t realize was that was going to be sooner than later.

You walked into the bedroom, and into the in suite bathroom. You washed your face and put your hair up into a pony. You came back into the bedroom just as Leon entered taking off his shirt.

“Did the massage get me enough points?” He asked.

“Nothing could earn you enough points babe. I am as big as a whale, which in simple terms means no sex.” You quipped pulling the covers back and crawling into bed.

“You sure baby?” he tried peppering kissed to your collarbone.

“Um, babe definitely not. My water just broke.” You stated calmly.

Leon jumped from the bed. “Omg. Okay, We have to go. Where is your bag? You call the doctor…” He began rambling.

You shook your head. “We have done this before babe. Relax, I am not even feeling anything yet.”

Leon nodded as you stood up and went to the closet. You began changing your pants and putting on a new shirt.


“Can you pull off the sheets? I want to put them in the laundry room before we leave.”

Leon looked at you like you were crazy. “How are you so calm right now?”

“18 hours of labor with Misha will do that to you.” You quipped walking into the bathroom.

You sat down at the vanity pulling out your makeup bag. If you were having a baby, you were going to be looking good when you did.

Leon walked into the bathroom now in a t-shirt and sweats. “You are not doing your makeup right now.”

“Hey, I want to look good.”

“Since you have apparently lost your mind, I am going to go get our son dressed.”

You nodded turning back to the mirror. You finished your makeup and put your hair up into a bun. You walked into the bedroom and grabbed your hospital bag. When you reached the front door, Leon was holding a grumpy Misha grasping onto his teddy bear.

“Are you ready now or would you like to cook a five-course meal?” He asked sarcastically.

“Actually I could meal prep for when we get back…” You started turning towards the kitchen.

“If you don’t get in the car right now Y/N, I swear…” He started

You chuckled and followed him through the front door. You sat down in the passenger seat as Leon buckled in your son.

“Ready for baby number two?” you asked as he pulled out of the driveway.

“More than ever” He smiled heading towards the hospital.

You reached the hospital, got checked in, and headed towards your room. Leon was a mess and you calmly tried to settle down your toddler. Misha had gotten a second wind and now was playing with the model of a uterus, complete with a small baby. The nurse trying to hook you up the machines was getting quite the kick out of it.

“Leon, what are we going to do with Misha, I feel like it might get busy in here.” You asked.

“Connor and Jordan are on their way.”

“So he will be getting candy and ice cream for breakfast?”

“Probably” he shrugged trying to wrestle the ceramic baby from Misha’s grasp.

He had almost won when a frazzled Connor and Jordan entered the room. They both looked like they got dressed in the dark. You had to stifle your giggles.

Misha ran from Leon, dropping the baby and it shattering on the floor. “We will pay for that.” He quipped towards the nurse who was now chuckling.

“We are here! Did we miss it!?” Connor almost shouted.

“I haven’t even started contractions.” You noted.

Misha ran and jumped for Connor. “Captain!”

You chuckled at the name Leon convinced him to call Connor.

“You excited to come spend the night with Uncle Jordan and Uncle Captain,” Jordan asked scooping up your son.

Misha nodded quickly. You were sure he knew that the guys would give him whatever he wanted. You mentally noted to schedule him a new dentist appointment.

The boys said their goodbyes and offered you both good luck before they were off with Misha.

Leon came and laid with you. You turned on the TV and some baseball game was on. You both were watching well into the seventh inning when suddenly the contractions hit you like a train. You groaned in pain.

“Baby time?” Leon asked and you looked at him angrily.

“Yeah, I am going to go get the doctor.” He nodded and walked from the room.

10 hours later, your family of three had finally expanded to four. You held the small baby girl in your arms. You couldn’t believe you now had a little girl to spoil. You knew Leon and Misha were hoping for a boy but you secretly wanted a girl. You were already outnumbered.

Connor and Leon walked in with Misha. Connor was holding a giant teddy bear and pink flowers. It was nine in the morning and he was picking from a bag of gummy bears.

“Connor didn’t know how to say no in the gift shop.” Leon chirped.

“I have to keep my favorite uncle status.”

You just smiled shaking your head. “Thank you for watching him, Connor.”

“Anytime, I love the little guy. I can’t wait to watch this little cutie too.” He smiled stroking the hair of the newborn.

“Adeline” you noted

“The name is beautiful Y/N and so is she. I don’t know how you do it, with a guy like Leon. Must be all your genes.” He chirped.

“Hey. I make cute babies!” Leon tried.

“Sorry bud, all Y/N.”

You chuckled as Misha stumbled up to the bed to get a closer look at the baby.

Connor stepped back and allowed Leon to place Misha gently on the bed next to you.

“Misha you need to be very careful with your sister.”

“Sister?” he asked

“Yes, it’s a girl baby.” You added. Misha nodded as if he understood. He looked over your shoulder examining the small baby in your arms.

“Bruder.” He repeated.

“We will work on that,” Leon stated and you all shared a chuckle.

Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part Five}

Author’s Note: I had a lot of fun writing this part omg. Thanks to @maddie110201 for proofreading this for me!


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Too Close For Comfort ( Jae Day6)

Request: “Hi!!! Can i request for a day6 jae smut? Where jae gets jealous that you are very touchy with youngk and he decides to punish you so that you will remember who you belong to? :)“


FUCK YES DAY6. This was supposed to be up earlier but I lost power. Sorry if this isn’t what you wanted.


!Warning! Smut

“Y/n , Check this out!” Brian says as he tries to show you a video on his phone. You were hanging out with your boyfriend Jae’s band at their dorm. Jae had said he was tired so he laid on the couch half asleep whilst you hung out with the other members.
Sungjin, Wonpil, and Dowoon were all playing some video game you weren’t interested in


You were sitting on the floor with Brian in front of the couch watching videos of people covering either their songs or other groups. You had leaned on Brian’s shoulder in order to see his phone screen better. Jae, who was facing the back off the couch flipped over and was now facing you and Brian.

Hearing a mix of the music from the video and the sounds from the game he finally decided to just get up. Once he opened his eyes he saw you and Brian a little too close for comfort he wasn’t angry (yet) but he definitely need to intervene.


“ Babe, Come cuddle me.”


“After this video.”


Jae was furious. How dare you choose a video over him. Not only that but you were still on Brian’s shoulder knowing he was awake. Jae sat up and stretched suddenly getting an idea.


“Y/n I need to talk to you.” Said Jae attempting to sound relaxed.


“ You just said you wanted to cudd-”


“ Forget the cuddling and meet me in my room.” He cut you off


At this point the tension in the room was pretty high and everyone was wondering what was wrong. Including you. Jae stood up and walked towards the door. Everyone was staring at him.


You followed behind him rolling your eyes. Why did he have to cause a scene? You both walked in the room closing the door behind you and waited to make sure no one was listening.


“ What’s your problem, Jae?”


“More like , What’s YOUR problem? You were all over Brian.”


“ I was trying to see something!”


“Yeah fucking right!”


And with that Jae had slamed his lips against yours. You gasp which makes him smirk against your lips. He pulls away slowly to look at your flushed face.


“ W-What was that for?”


“To prove a point. But don’t worry I’m not done yet.”


He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards his bed. He turned you around so your back to was to it and pushed down onto the mattress.

“You’re about to regret everything you did to me.”


You finally realized his intentions and was kinda getting turned on. He started kissing down your neck until he reached your sensitive spot. You money quietly which made Jae laugh.


“ Keep quiet, Sweetheart. You wouldn’t want them hearing you, Would you?


You rolled your eyes. This time Jae catches it and grabs your chin. You were shocked out of your attitude and whispered a small “Sorry.” He smirked then flipped you over so you were on top of him.


“ Take everything off for me.” He ordered.


You do as he says so you don’t get into anymore trouble. Once you were stripped down on top of him he ran his hands up from your waist to you breast then back down. He looked as if he was thinking about something then finally decided what to do.


“Ride my thigh.”


“Ride your what?”


“You heard me; and don’t cum until I tell you.”


He grabs your hips and guides you along his clothed thigh. You moaned but soon covered your mouth realising how loud you were. Jae was just enjoying everything. The view of your body, the way you gasped everytime he flexed his thigh.


“I’m so close!” You whined


“What did I tell you? If you cum you’re getting it”


You tried to hold out a little longer but it was no use. Jae was amused at how loud you were being despite the guys being right outside the door. Once you came down from your high he turned you over so you were on the bottom again.

“Hands and knees. If I hear you complain I’ll do it twice as hard.”


You stayed silent and did as he said. Suddenly you took a hard slap to your ass that made you yelp.Then four more after that. After the final one you heard Jae unbuckle his pants. You lower your upper body and rest your head on the pillow bracing yourself. It’s a good thing you since he slammed into you no warning causing tlyou to scream. He gave you no time to adjust as vigorously thrust in and out of you. You tried to use your hands to slow him down by putting them on the back of your thighs. But you quickly realized that was a bad idea as he grabbed your wrist and pinned them behind your back.


Jae finally started to run out of energy and slow down giving you a chance to breathe. You could hear him let out quiet swears as he was getting close and so were you. He pulls out of you and turns you around so you could see him. He was covered in sweat and clearly out of breath. It was just now that you noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses. He pulled your legs around his waist and entered you again. This time softer. He pulled you into a sweet kiss which felt so good all of that aggression. He was moaning more and more along with you.


“ Please…fuck… Don’t touch other guys like that.” He grunted out


“ I won’t. I only want you.”


He gave you a tired smile that faded quickly as he started chasing his high. His moans filled the room until he finally pulled out and came on your stomach.


After cleaning up and getting redressed you heard whispers on the other side of the door. Two extremely distinct voices. Suddenly you heard a knock.


“ We have food if you want to eat now. ” Dowoon said from the other side of the door


“Yeah were coming.” Jae answered.


You both walked out of the room. Jae noticed you were walking weirdly so he held you up to avoid suspicion if that were possible. Sungjin was in the kitchen setting up the food. Dowoon and Wonpil were trying to avoid eye contact. Everyone heard. Brian was sitting in the same spot as before. He turned to look at the both of you. Your face was bright red and Jae looked proud as hell.


“Is everything okay?” Asked Brian


“ Perfect!” Said Jae hugging you then walking you into the kitchen.

Art - Brady Skjei (smut)

Requested by anon: I love your imagines! You write them all so well, (smut ones are on point) could you write one about Brady Skjei by any chance? It can be about anything (and a huge plus if it does have smut…but totally up to you! lol) I just love all your writings!!! Thanks a ton!!!

A/N: You are so sweet! Your message made my day. Let me know what you think about it! Sorry it took so long.

Word count: 1275

Warnings: SMUT. Cursing.

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Originally posted by siriuslyilluminaeted

“Brady, stop moving!” You complain, looking at the piece of paper in front of you.

Maybe this was a bad idea, you think while trying to correct your drawing. This is your last assignment before graduation and you had decided that using your boyfriend as a model would be a good idea; his body is great for drawing since his muscles are very defined and you have seen him naked many times so it wouldn’t be awkward. Brady had agreed to be your model almost instantly, but this has turned to be more difficult that you expected; Brady is a hockey player, not a model, and he can’t stay still for more than a couple minutes.

“I’m not moving!” Brady complains while moving again, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“Yes, you are!” You say back, looking at how your drawing looks nothing like the man in front of you anymore. “Babe, please.” You whine.

You walk around your easel, padding towards your naked boyfriend. When people learn that you draw naked men you always get asked the same question, can you take your eyes off their junk? Well, the answer is always the same, yes you can.

“Okay, shift your weight.” You instruct, pushing him softly so he moves back to his initial position.

“Do you touch all the models?” He asks, leaving his body limp so you can move it at your will.

“Of course not.” You answer, taking a few steps back to check that the position is right. “They normally don’t move.”

You get on your tippy toes and peck his lips softly before walking away, spanking his ass on your way.

“You are going to be in so much trouble when I can move.” He hisses and you smile, taking your pencil between your fingers and starting to measure

Art makes you happy. You are happy with a pencil in your hand, your hair thrown in a bun that it’s too messy to be called a messy bun and a paper in front of you. It is easy for you to just let go and spend hours working on the little details, and Brady has a lot of little details, from the curve of his biceps to the highs and lows of his abs to the way his Adam’s apple stick out of his neck. You are so deep in your own thoughts that you don’t realize how much time has gone by until Brady starts groaning.

“Can I move now?” He asks and you shoot your head straight up.

“Oh yes, baby. Sorry.” You apologize, your cheeks heating up slightly.

“My muscles are stiff, but let me stretch a little and I can go back to –” He starts saying, but you cut him out quickly.

“No, no, it isn’t necessary. I have a couple details left to do.” You tell him, looking back at your paper.

It isn’t perfect, but you have always thought that a perfect drawing has no personality. Flaws and corrections tell stories, that’s what your grandma said.

“Can I see the masterpiece?” Brady asks, knowing that you hate it when people look at your unfinished work without asking.

You nod and he walks until he is standing behind you, looking at his own body on the paper while you give the final touches. The face features are vague, not revealing who the model is, but you couldn’t stop yourself from sketching his smile quite realistically.

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