drive that baby home!

BTS Reaction - car sex/foreplay

This is a very, very long post. I just wanted to give you guys an insight into what my writing is like when I have more words to play with. I worked really hard on this, so I hope you like it.

Seokjin

Jin hadn’t been lying when when he’d said that he’d take you to the best restaurant in town.  The food was delicious, but so was the wine, and as you sit next to him on the car ride home you’re more than a little tipsy, truth be told.  You look over at him, taking in how handsome he looks as the streetlights illuminate all the perfectly sculpted angles of his face.  He’s concentrating hard on the road, his hands fixed in the ten and two position, his broad shoulders framed beautifully by the smart suit jacket he’s wearing.  

Before you know it your hand is sneaking over onto his lap and squeezing his thigh gently, a small smile gracing his face in response.  He doesn’t really think much of it - you frequently rest your hand on his leg as he drives - but when your hand starts to roam further north he flicks his eyes at you, smile growing.

“Where’s that hand going, hmm?” he asks, knowing full well where you’re headed but doing little to stop it.  

“Where’d you want it to go?”  you ask back, biting your lip teasingly as you drift your palm over the quickly hardening bulge inside his pants.

“I think you know baby.”  Needing very little to no encouragement you make quick work of his fly, flipping open the zipper and reaching into his boxers.  Eagerly, you wrap your hand around his cock and pull it free, Jin glancing down at his lap and biting his lip as you do.  He’s fully hard now, his member standing tall above where your hand rests at its base, and when you squeeze the length of him from bottom to top he exhales heavily, his hips shifting in his seat.  

“That feel good?”  Jin bobs his head in response to your question, his eyes still fixed on the road as he struggles to concentrate, hands tightening on the wheel as you stroke his cock up and down with a firm grip.  You run your thumb over the tip, collecting his pre-cum and using it to lubricate his throbbing length, your own breath getting heavier as you watch him purse his lips together to hold back the moans you know are just dying to pour out.  

You start to pick up speed, eager to watch him fall apart under your touch, so caught  up in pleasuring him that you practically forget that he’s behind the wheel.  

“Babe, baby,” he huffs, glancing at you, his hips flexing upward, “You gotta stop… shit, I can’t drive like this.” You pout back at him, slowing your hand but reluctant to remove it completely until he looks at you again with wide, pleading eyes.   Sighing, you stop your ministrations, tucking him back into his pants to let him drive in peace but still pouting hard.  “The second we get home baby, I swear I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight.”  

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

Yoongi

“Yoo- Yoongi… I’m not sure we should…”  you gasp, your words telling him one thing but your body saying the exact opposite.  You’ve got your head tilted back against the back window of the car, granting access to the lips that are trailing hot, wet kisses from your ear to your collarbone, your legs spread open to let Yoongi lie in between them to grind his crotch against your core.  

“I thought you wanted to help me relax?” he murmurs against your collarbone, his hand grabbing at your breast through your blouse and palming it gently.  

“I did…” You choke back a moan as you feel Yoongi’s hard bulge rubbing against your panties.  “But I meant… I meant a backrub or something, not - oh my god!”  Yoongi cuts you short when he roughly pulls your panties to the side, his fingers plunging into you with little to no warning to stretch open your walls, prepping you for him.  

You shouldn’t be doing this here, not now.  You’re laid across the backseat of Yoongi’s car in the deserted corner of a parking lot that belongs to a fancy, Italian restaurant where you’re supposed to be meeting the BigHit executives any time now.  There’s the potential for you to be spotted any time - it’s not even that dark - but that doesn’t seem to bother Yoongi.  If anything, it seems to urge him on.  

Satisfied that you’re ready for him, Yoongi withdraws his now dripping fingers and shoves down his pants and boxers far enough to release his long, throbbing cock, lining it up with your entrance as he looks down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes.  He doesn’t even give you a second to catch your breath before he thrusts into you, hard.  You cry out at the sudden feeling of fullness, but Yoongi is as silent as usual as he commences a fast, punishing rhythm that has you gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, digging in your fingernails through his shirt.  

“Fuck, look at you, taking my cock so well,” Yoongi grunts, slamming his hips into yours, his forehead starting to perspire under his bangs.  “You want my cum, you little slut?”  

“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, flexing your hips up to meet his every stroke, the fire of an impending orgasm growing in your pelvis.  Yoongi groans and picks up the pace, and you can tell from the way he’s starting to grunt in time with his thrusts that he’s getting close, your soft, warm walls clenching around his length rock solid length to heighten his pleasure.

Yoongi cums inside you with no prior warning, filling you up with stuttering hips and stilted groans, his face pressed to your neck.  Your hips are still moving, whimpers falling from your lips as you fail to reach your high, your whole pelvis throbbing.  Smiling slyly, Yoongi withdraws himself from you and puts himself away before putting your panties back in place.  He looks entirely relaxed now, just as he intended, but unfortunately leaving you a quivering mess in his place.  When you sit up and pull your skirt down you feel Yoongi’s load seep out into your underwear, leaving a sticky mess between your legs.  His long, delicate fingers dip under the edge of your panties again to rub it through your folds, chuckling softly as you whine needily.  

“Keep all that cum inside you, kitten, and daddy promises he’ll make it worth your while.”  

Originally posted by bangtanboysbutterfly

Hoseok

When you’d initially suggested the idea of ‘getting busy’ in Hobi’s car, he’d initially been really up for it.  He’s always keen to try new things, and he knows all too well about your little exhibition kink, already having fucked you in a shopping mall changing room and various other risky places.  But when it comes time to do it Hobi almost seems nervous, driving around for at least half an hour in the dark to try and find the a place that’s adequately secluded with minimal chance of getting caught.  

“Hobi, baby, c’mon, this is fine,” you whine beside him in the passenger seat, getting more impatient by the minute.  He looks so fucking good in his button down shirt and tight black jeans that you can barely keep your hands off him.  

“Ok, ok,” he agrees, giving into temptation when he glances over and sees you already slipping off your jeans and discarding them into the footwell with a salacious smile.  He pulls up in a deserted little lane by the side of a muddy field, and when he kills the engine the car headlights switch off too, plunging you both into total darkness.  Within seconds Hobi is on you, leaning over the shift stick to crash his mouth against yours, kissing you with a desperation that reveals that he’s just as impatient as you you.  You tangle your hands in his hair, pushing your tongue into his mouth to kiss him back just as fiercely, forcing him back into the driver’s seat so you can straddle his lap.  

It’s uncomfortable; the steering wheel is digging into your back and your knee is crammed into the compartment on the inside of the door, but you couldn’t care less.  

“Get your cock out,” you mumble against his lips, rubbing your core against the bulge in his jeans.  

“Yes ma’am,” he answers breathily, hastily pulling them open and releasing his cock to stand tall and swollen against his stomach as you start to rain kisses on his neck, biting into the soft flesh just under his ear.  He groans wantonly, digging his fingers into your hips.  “Please, god, I need to be in you.”

Prep be damned, you reach down and pull your underwear to the side and sink onto his girthy length, groaning as your ass meets his lap and he’s seated fully inside you.  

“Move, baby, please,” he begs, still grasping at your hips, his head tipping back against the driver’s seat, and you can’t help but smile as you start to rock against him, grabbing onto his shoulders.  You love it when he begs for you, and you move slowly on purpose just to make him do it again.  

Just as Hobi’s starting to make the prettiest of noises you suddenly notice flashing blue lights slowly appear in the distance through the rear windscreen of the car; lights that come a stop behind you.  The car’s engine is turned off and a door opens soon after.  Scrambling off his lap, much to Hobi’s dismay and confusion, you hastily start to drag on your jeans, panicking and laughing all at once.  

“Put yourself away, put it away!” you hiss at him, giggling as Hobi glances behind you and his mouth falls open in alarm, eyes wide and frantic as he tucks himself back in his jeans, his cheeks a bright, burning red by the time a shadowy figure comes to knock on the car window.   The officer clearly knows what you two were getting up to, but after he listens to Hobi’s stuttering nonsensical explanations he just gives the two of you a knowing smile and instructions to get moving.  You’re still giggling as the officer drives away, but Hoseok looks mortified, running his hand over his profusely sweating face.

“We are never, ever doing that again.”  

Originally posted by vexedmikxyla


Namjoon

“Joonie, stop it,” you giggle, trying to bat his hand away from where it’s creeping up your thigh.  

“Honestly, what did you expect coming to pick me up in such a tiny little skirt?”  Namjoon reasons, and when you glance away from the road  to look at his face you see he’s got one eyebrow raised in amusement, but his eyes sat underneath are hooded with lust, his pouty lips slightly parted as he grabs at the soft flesh of your inner thigh.  

“I expect you to let me drive without interruption so we actually manage to get home in one piece.”  It’s all very well saying that, but you still end up parting your legs as his fingers trail ever higher, biting your lip as you slouch in your seat, practically delivering your pussy into his waiting hand.  

“I can think of worse ways to go,” he replies cockily, skimming the tips of his fingers along the edge of your panties.  So can you, actually, but that’s beside the point.  You’re about to say so, but then the words are displaced from your mouth as a gasp takes their place, Namjoon’s thumb coming to rest on your cotton covered clit and rubbing it with a firm, circular motion.  You take your eyes off the road momentarily, looking at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your chest rising and falling heavily under his expert ministrations.  “Eyes on the road.”  His voice is firm, dominant, and as always it thrills you to the core, arousal thrumming through you and intensifying the feel of the pads of his fingers as they press against you.  Namjoon starts to push against the wet cotton of your panties, stuffing it inside you as far as the material will allow, watching eagerly for you reaction and smirking at the way you whimper, your hips flexing towards him.

“I can’t drive like this Joonie,” you moan, aching so badly, desperate to be filled.  

“Then pull over,” he replies thickly, voice low, and before you know it you’re scanning every darkened road for a place to park as he continues his slow torture.  You end up settling for a deserted country lane, and the moment you pull over Namjoon ceases touching you and get out of the car, beckoning you with a curl of his finger.  

Confused, you follow him outside into the night, goosebumps rising on your skin at the cold.  

“Come here and bend over.”  He’s stood in front of your car, palming himself through his jeans, and with shaking knees you approach him and do as he asks, nervously glancing around to make sure you’re really as alone as it seems.  Luckily you are, because in the next breath Namjoon’s grabbing hold of you underwear and yanking it down, bunching your skirt up by your hips and chuckling when you gasp at the feel of his hot, hard length nudging at your folds.  “You want this?”  You whine, arching your back to try as Namjoon’s hand presses on your back of your shoulder to keep you flat against the cold metal of your car.  

“Please, please,” you moan, no longer caring about keeping quiet, too caught up in your overwhelming need.  He sinks into you in one agonisingly slow push, grunting as he bottoms out and sees you clawing at the bonnet for something to grab onto, writhing on the end of his cock and clenching around him.

“Shit, you feel so good baby.”  

Originally posted by piedparker

Jimin

It’s been a really nice afternoon, chilling in the dorms with Jimin and his friends, playing video games and joking around.  You’re still glad to be going home though, and taking your sweet boyfriend with you for the night.  He sits quietly next to you in the passenger seat; too quietly in fact, considering how full of life he was back at the dorms.  Maybe he just tired himself out?  

“You ok, Jiminie?” you ask softly, and out of the corner of your eye you see him look up, worrying his bottom lip about something before he shortly replies.  

“Yeah.”  

“You sure?”  you check, an unsettling feeling brewing in your stomach.  Have you done something wrong?

“Yeah.  You just…”  You glance over to see Jimin fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, looking down at his lap.  “You look really pretty today.”  Chuckling, you raise your eyebrows as you look straight ahead, concentrating hard as you wait to turn left at a busy junction.

“And that's… a bad thing?”

“No! No.  It’s just, I-uh-I’ve got a problem,” Jimin mumbles, so quiet that you can barely hear him over the song on the radio.  When he fails to explain any further you risk another look at him, your eyes widening when you see the way he’s pulled his hoodie back enough to expose his lap, and likewise, display the obscene tenting in the front of his shorts.  

“Oh baby,” you coo, licking your lips at the sight of it, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”  Jimin tugs at the hem of his hoodie, squirming in his seat as his plump cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink.

“I thought I could wait until we got home,” he tells you with wide, beseeching eyes.  “I don’t think I can wait anymore mommy…”

“I wish I could help you baby,” you soothe softly, really wishing that you could, especially when he whines needily, twisting in his seat.  “Why don’t you touch yourself till we get home?”

“Really? Here?”  Jimin looks around, chewing at his bottom lip nervously as he takes in the light traffic surrounding your car.  You can tell he’s debating between the risk of being seen and how good it’ll feel to do as you suggest, but when he starts to palm himself through his shorts you can tell the latter option has won.  

“Get it out baby, let me see,” you encourage greedily, eager to watch your baby boy pleasure himself right next to you.  He does as you ask, pulling down his shorts to rest halfway down his meaty thighs and mewling prettily when his little hand wraps tightly around his thick, leaking cock.  

He fists his cock up and down, his hips pushing upward to meet every stroke of his hand, and as he does he makes the sweetest of noises that shoot straight to your core, your panties getting soaking wet within minutes of him starting.  Every time you steal a glance away from the road Jimin is looking straight at you, pumping himself hard, his tongue poking at his thick, pillow soft lips.  

“Mommy…” he groans breathily, throwing his head back as he squeezes the base of his cock, rolling his balls in his other hand.  “Touch me, please.”  You bite your lip, looking back between Jimin and the road, completely caught up with the image of the boy sat next to you rapidly coming apart.

Unable to resist, you reach over with one hand and take over, tugging on Jimin’s cock as your own pussy throbs with need.  

“Mmff!  Gonna cum!”  Jimin exclaims, his back bowing away from the seat.  You pick up the pace of your hand, bringing him over the brink as you sit at traffic lights, cum spilling out over his hoodie and his shorts and your hand as his cock pulses.  He looks completely fucked out when you’re done, nuzzling against your shoulder with a sleepy smile as you wipe your hand on your jeans.

“Feel better, baby?”

“Hmm, thank you mommy.”  

Originally posted by jungkookandyugyeomwhores

Taehyung

From the moment you’d left the house to go out with your friends, you and Taehyung had been exchanging hot and dirty messages.  It’d started off fairly tame, only to escalate into your boyfriend sending you a video of him jacking himself off that you had to watch in the toilets with the volume turned down, biting your lip.  

Needless to say, when he picks you up at the end of night both of you are wound so tight you’re ready to snap, your panties soaking wet beneath your dress.  He greets you with a passionate, deep kiss that lasts for several minutes or more, and when he pulls away you’re practically squirming in your seat, more eager to get home than ever.

Much to your surprise when Taehyung pulls away he doesn’t immediately start the engine, reaching into his pocket instead and pulling out something small, shiny and familiar.  

“It’s fully charged, Jagi,” he grins cheekily as he presses the vibrator into your palm, his gaze shrouded with desire.  “Get yourself warmed up for me.”  You nod eagerly, not needing to be told twice.  As Taehyung starts the car you slip off your underwear, the alcohol in your system spurring you on to plant your feet shamelessly atop the dash.  You let your legs flop open as you switch on the vibe, wasting no time in pressing it straight to your clitoris.  The gratification is immediate, pleasure jolting through you as it buzzes against your core.  

“Hmm, Tae, it feels so good,” you tell him, flopping your head to the side to look up at him from under your lashes.  Tae peeks at you, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, wetting his lips.  

“You getting my seats all wet?”  You nod, flashing him a naughty smile.  You really are; you can feel wetness seeping down from your folds and between your ass cheeks, pooling on the leather beneath you.  “Hmm, good.”  

Unsatisfied by just your vibrator you start to run your fingers against your pussy too, teasing your hole as you let your eyes flop closed, wishing it was Taehyung’s cock nudging inside you rather your fingertips.  

“Are we almost home?” you ask breathily, sliding two fingers inside yourself, your body making obscene, lewd noises as they push in and out.  “I want you…”  

“Five more minutes, Jagi,”  Taehyung reassures you, his voice so thick with lust that it’s almost a growl.  You curl your fingers against your g-spot, pushing yourself to a new high that has you moaning and writhing next to him.

“God, you look so hot….” he murmurs, unable to last more than five seconds at a time before taking his eyes off the road to look back at you.  Thank God the streets aren’t busy, otherwise this’d be a lot more dangerous.  “How’s that pussy feel?”

“Mm, good, tight,” you tell him, loving his answering groan.  He reaches over for just a second, long enough to push one longer finger inside you alongside your own, groaning again at the warm wetness surrounding his digit.

“Can’t wait to get inside you, Jagi, fuck.”

Originally posted by taesi10

Jungkook

Jungkook’s been almost silent the entire car ride home, driving with a steely look on his face, hands gripping the steering wheel, jaw clenching all the while.  Admittedly, pissed off is a good look for him, his eyes dark and arousing, but you’d still like to know what’s wrong.

“Is something the matter?” you ask cautiously, biting your thumb nail.  Jungkook huffs heavily, not looking at you, and he waits so long before he replies that you almost start to think he’s just ignoring you completely.  

“Did you have to flirt like that with Namjoon?”  

You’re surprised at first, your eyebrows lifting almost to your hairline.  But then within seconds that surprise gives way to frustration, pulling your brows back down again into a frown.  You’re so sick of this; almost every time you hang out with the other members Jungkook manages to find something or other to get jealous about.  

“What do you mean?”  

“You were fawning over him all night.  ‘Aw, Joonie, your dimples are so cute,’” he sneers, impersonating you, “‘You’re so smart Namjoon.’  I swear it’s like you want to suck his cock or something.”  You roll your eyes, temper flaring as you fold your arms across your chest.

“Unfortunately, Kook, there’s only one guy’s cock I want to suck, and it happens to be yours.  God knows why, though, when you act like this.”  You see Jungkook’s fingers flex on the steering wheel and his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, the sneer falling from his mouth as he licks his lips instead.  

“Show me then,” he growls after a few seconds silence, still not gracing you with a look in your direction.

“Pardon me?” you scoff.  

“You heard me.  You say my cock’s the only one you wanna suck, so suck it.  Show me.”

You stare back at him incredulously, barely believing the audacity of this boy to speak to you in such a way.  You can’t deny the effect his words have though; your pulse has already quickened, your mouth suddenly full of saliva as your eyes are magnetically drawn to his lap.  

The cocky bastard is hard already, his erection glaringly obvious underneath the crotch of his sweats.  

“Fine,” you snap, unable to resist despite the irritation still running through you, “But you’re not cumming.”

“We’ll see,” he smirks.  Jungkook yanks the elastic waist of his sweats lower, pulling out his cock and giving it one brief stroke up and down before flicking his eyes at you for the first time in the whole journey.  He looks so smug that you just want to punch him in the face, but lucky for him you’re too distracted by the delicious looking cock he’s pointing your way to do anything but stare. “Come on then.”

Much to your frustration you almost immediately oblige, leaning down across the centre panel of the car to kitten-lick at the tip of his member whilst he drives.  Damn it, why are you so weak for him?  You lap up all his pre-cum before taking the red, swollen head of his cock into the wet heat of your mouth, smiling around it when you hear him groan above you.

You feel Jungkook thread his fingers gently through the back of your hair, and you’re just starting to enjoy his soft caressing of your scalp when suddenly he forces you down onto the length of him, right to the back of your throat, making you gag.   

“That’s right, choke on it,” he growls, yanking on your hair to pull you off and then forcing you back down onto it again.  “This mouth is mine, you hear?”  

You moan around his cock, loving the mess he’s reduced you too, saliva dripping down your chin, wetness running down your thighs.  Maybe you did flirt with Namjoon, and maybe you did do it on purpose, because Jungkook only ever fucks you like this when he’s mad, and god, it’s so worth it.  

“I’m gonna cover you in my cum when we get home, just you wait and see.”


Originally posted by f-yeah-taehyung

the 100 ~masterlist~

hello, everyone! this is my masterlist for ‘the 100′ (as made obvious by the title) lol. I will update this either the day that I upload new content, or the day after. upcoming works may be listed, but I’m a little hesitant bc my updates are always oddly timed, I don’t have a set upload date. once I get back into the groove of things, the updates should become more regular.his cute lil bolt symbolizes smut/mentions of it, so beware. every time I reblog/edit this, the new additions will be bolded. so please check them out. thank you for all the positive feedback guys! much love xoxox.


their names in your phone

sorted into hogwarts houses

Bellamy Blake

Commander Lexa

Jasper Jordan

John Muprhy

Lincoln

Monty Green

Octavia Blake

Raven Reyes

Sex Bomb (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Request:  Yo can you make an imagine about buying the sex bathbomb and taking a bath with shawn that leads to some slow passionate sex ?

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Sex Bomb

“Are you done yet, please?” Shawn whined at me.

I was holding another dress up in front of me, looking at myself in the mirror.

“Soon babe, I promise” I assured him.

He stuck his tongue out at me, obviously very annoyed with me. It just made me laugh, though. He was cute when he got frustrated. Shawn leaned against the wall in the store, doing his very best to let me know, he surely wasn’t happy with me.

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Sheith headcanon: shiro is very posesive of Keith, but like only when he’s drunk. And someone is flirting with him. He will go up and happily give Keith a hug and rock him side to side, babbling about how much he missed him, wile glaring dagger at the poor sap who dared to flirt with his boyfriend.

Keith is always amused and exasperated by this. Like babe we talked about this! Don’t pout at me like that!

BTS X THEIR FIRST BABY

JIN : You did enough giving birth. Now I will do my part.*looks at the baby*  WAIT ?!!  Why did you give him your eyes ? I gave you the perfect DNA why ruin it ?? WHY ??

SUGA : *Adopts* I will teach him how to sleep 22 hours in one go so our love life will not get affected. (min yoongi genius)

JHOPE : *Plays Lion king song* HAAAAA ZIVENYAAA HERE’S YOUR HOPE CHIWAWA ! *Armys applausing and jumping and crying*

RAPMON : Drops the baby. The baby breaks the floor … no DNA test needed.   

JIMIN : *jealous* He is cute but I was cute FIRST just so you know … 

V : I heard if you eat blue berries this time, our next one will turn blue ! 

JUNGKOOK : The baby walks and talks and can break dance already. His dad is a fetus so the golden baby drives his parents back home from the hospital.

Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Five

This is the conclusion to the series! I hope you all have enjoyed it and that this lives up to your expectations. Thanks for all of the love and support I have received for this imagine. Means the world to me.


Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight


“How long does it take to get the results of this test?” You wonder out loud to Harry later that evening. The two of you were headed for LAX, going to pick up Anne, whose flight was to be landing at any minute. Harry had gone early that morning and gotten his blood drawn, as did the mother. Harry told you the two of them didn’t see or speak to each other though, which was good. 

“They said a couple of days but would rush it because of the circumstances.” Harry explains, keeping his eyes forward and both hands tight on the steering wheel.

“You mean because of who you are.” You clarified for him. “If you aren’t the father, they’ll want to know as soon as possible so they can make sure no one starts rumors you’re having a child, and if they do they have proof that you aren’t.” 

“Can we jus’ not talk abou’ this? ’m nervous, ’m scared, I don’ need you over here sayin’ stuff like tha’ to make me feel worse.” This was the first time he had snapped at you in awhile, especially since all of this had happened. It showed you just how much this was taking a toll on him. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, reaching over to rest your hand on his bicep. “I was just thinking out loud, I guess.” You tell him, removing your hand. He sighs, instantly regretting the tone of voice he had taken with you. He glances over at you but you weren’t looking at him and instead were focused on the buildings and cars flying past outside your window. 

Harry had felt a sense of hope last night and this morning that things would be okay with the two of you. You had kissed him, you had said you loved him, you’d laughed and joked with him this morning when he got home from the doctors office. Things felt normal and okay again. And he knew the results of the paternity test would most likely determine if you would return back to London as his girlfriend or his ex to never see him again. 

He wasn’t sure how he felt about all of this anymore. Of course, he didn’t particularly want this baby, but if it was his he knew he would love it completely and raise him or her to the best of his ability, even if that meant he would lose you. He would be a parent and he would have to do what he had to for his child. For the fear of losing you alone was the only reason he was praying the baby turned out not to be his. He hadn’t let himself feel that emotional connection yet. He hadn’t seen an ultrasound, he hadn’t heard a heartbeat, right now it was an abstract idea, a phantom consuming his thoughts until all of this was resolved. 

“Hey,” Harry breaks from his thoughts and looks over at you for a second, seeing that you were looking at him with concern riddled across that beautiful face. You reach over, resting a hand on his leg. “You alright?” 

“Jus’ thinkin’.” Harry answers, turning back to the road. They were almost at the airport. He couldn’t wait to see his mother. He needed the comfort of his mothers arms around him as he figured this all out. You were also excited to see her. Anne had always been such a comfort to you and it was going to be nice to have her around to help. 

“What about?” You wonder, your hand still resting on his leg. You see him bite at his lower lip, clearly unsure if he wanted to tell you what was on his mind or not. “You don’t have to tell me.” You assure him but he shakes his head. 

“’m jus’ thinkin’ abou’ how I’ll feel if the baby isn’ mine and how I’ll feel if it is mine.” He explains quietly, giving a small shrug of his muscular shoulders. “I don’ feel a connection yet and I know the only way there would be chance of you forgiving me would be if I wasn’ the father so I prefer tha’ instead of a child with someone else righ’ now.” 

“Whether you’re the father or not, you still cheated and then lied to me, Harry. I’m not going to just forgive you because you might not be the father.” Though admittedly, you would be more so open to resolving all of this if he wasn’t going to be tied down to a child. 

“Yeah, bu’ if ‘m no’ then I have more time to spend on gettin’ you back.” He grins over at you then and takes your hand from his leg to bring the back of your hand up to his lips. He glances over at you as his soft lips kiss your skin before he puts your hand back on his leg and focuses back on the road. You’re heart raced at his touch, your mind going a mile a minute. 

You didn’t speak for the remainder of the trip, which was thankfully not much, but you did keep your hand on his leg. Once you saw Anne and you both got out of the car, heading to greet her, she pulled you both into a hug one at a time, holding you both close against her as you hug her just as tightly back. 

“Oh, Harry,” She comments, resting a hand on her son’s cheek as she looks into his tired and clearly stressed face but he gives her a smile, not wanting to upset her more than he already had. He hugs her again before he takes her bags and heads to put them in the back of his car while the two of you hug again. 

The drive home was thankfully not awkward. Baby talk didn’t happen, instead Anne shared stories of what was going on at home, what her and Robin had been up to, as well as Harry’s sister Gemma. It was nice to talk about something other than the baby and cheating and just pretend that everything was okay again.

“So, am I taking the guest room or is it pre-occupied?” Anne questioned when Harry was close to pulling into the driveway. That’s when you glance over at Harry, realizing the two of you clearly hadn’t thought about that. You’d been sleeping in the guest room still while he was in your old bedroom. Now with Anne needing the guest room where would you go. 

“I’ll just… I’ll take the couch. It will only be for a few days anyway.” You answer, giving a shrug. The couch was plenty big enough and decently comfortable so it shouldn’t be too bad. 

“I’ll take the couch.” Harry argues. “Or, you could stay with me. We have a huge bed, or well… I have a huge bed.. we won’ have to sleep close together or anythin’.” You bite your lip but decide he was right. You wouldn’t have to be close to him as the bed was in fact huge with plenty of space but you had to admit it would still be a little bit weird and hard to be so close in a bed that the two of you had once been intimate in but it would have to do for the next few days until all of this was finished and you returned home. 

It was so nice to have Anne there. She helped fill that awkward silence that sometimes fell between you and Harry. She also made it easy to not talk about the current situation, the two of you were escaping all of it finally and it felt so nice to have laughs and comfort instead of arguing and tears. 

“Jus’ kick me if I ge’ too close.” Harry comments to you after the two of you had gotten ready for bed. You were pulling all the extra pillows off the bed that Harry had always been annoyed by. He always claimed that you didn’t need more than what you used to sleep so why overload the bed with smaller decorative ones? You said it made the room complete and they were staying, so he put up with it but you had to admit, the task of taking them off every night did get kind of annoying, as did having to put them all back on in the morning. “You know I like a cuddle.” 

“And you know I have no problem kicking you.” You respond with an innocent smile to which his response was to grab a pillow and toss it at you. You laugh as it bounces off your arm that you held up to shield yourself. “You can kick me if I get too close too. Not that I will but ya know, just in case.” 

“Yeah, I will.” He smirks at you as the two of you pull back the blankets and slide into bed. You sigh as you collapse back into the pillows, pulling the thick blanket up to your chin as you sink into the mattress. You had missed this comfortable bed. 

Surprisingly, the two of you did keep your distance from one another throughout the night. He stayed on his side, and you on yours. He woke before you and couldn’t help but smile over at your sleeping form, needing to resist the urge to pull you close against him like he used to. He knew you wouldn’t like that though so instead he just leaned in, pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, careful not to wake up, before sliding out of bed. 

“Mornin’, sunshine.” He greeted you when you entered the kitchen a little while later. He lifts his forkful of eggs in a greeting before sliding the plate over to you when you sit beside him. “Eggs?” He asks, his mouth full. You laugh and shove him with your elbow before grabbing his fork. 

“You’re disgusting.” You comment before shoving your own forkful of eggs into your mouth. You realize then that maybe sharing a plate of breakfast wasn’t a normal and just friends kind of thing to do but it’s what the two of you had done for so long, it happened so naturally just as holding hands after the meeting with the lawyers had been. You push the thoughts from your head though as Anne walks into the room, freshly showered and grinning at her son and you, happy to see that things were clearly getting better with the two of you.

“Morning everyone!” She greets, going about making herself a cup of coffee. Harry watched you through the rest of breakfast, the two of you passing the fork back and forth until the eggs were gone. He kept thinking about how nice all of this had been and how easily it could go back to this but that damn test was looming over everything. It could ruin all of this but then he kept thinking how he already had ruined all of this but these moments gave him hope that just maybe it wasn’t over, that you and him still had a chance as a couple. 

It had now been three days since he took the paternity test and still hadn’t gotten an answer but everyday he woke up with his hands shaking, a nervous sweat building on his skin as he thought about how today could be the day. This morning you had picked up on it as you awoke and knew instantly what he was thinking, so against your better judgement you pulled him close and allowed him to curl against you and cry. 

“I don’ know what I’m goin’ to do.” He cried into your neck, holding you tight against him. “I can’ be the father, I can’t.” 

“We’ll get through this, Harry,” You realized as you said it how that sounded and Harry clearly did too as he gave a small hiccup and lifted his head to frown down at you. “I mean… I.. we’ll get through finding out the results. I… we’ll figure out the rest when we get there.” You were so confused as to how you were feeling lately, about him, about the cheating, about the baby. 

You loved Harry, you loved him so much, and he had been showing you how much he loved you these last few days. He was being caring, affectionate as best he could without letting it go too far and make you uncomfortable, he was being his old self and you had missed that. You missed Harry, and you missed being in a relationship with him. Maybe forgiving him wouldn’t be such a bad thing. He had been your life for so long, you could perhaps try at least. 

It was later that afternoon, the two of you and Anne had been watching a movie when Harry’s phone rang. You looked over at him beside you and saw that his face had grown pale. You glance down at his phone and see it was his lawyer calling him. The results were in. 

“Answer it, Harry.” You hiss at him, elbowing him. He looks over at you, his eyes wide and a crease formed between his brows. “I can do it.” You reach for the phone but he seems to snap out of it and stands up, accepting the call. 

He walks across the room, his back to both of you as he talks low, his voice quiet. You and Anne look over at each other and she reaches over to take your hand as she picks up on the way your heart rate had increases and your breathing had become shallow as you focused on Harry, trying to hear what was happening but you couldn’t hear him. 

And then the phone fell from his hand as he ended the call and your heart sank. That gave you the answer of what the news he had just received was and you felt your heart shattering all over again. Harry was to be a father, you just knew it. 

“Harry?” Anne questions after a few moments of silence, Harry still with his back to the two of you. “What did he say?” But Harry still didn’t answer. 

“Harry? Talk to us, please.” You stand then, releasing Anne to walk towards him. “Please.” Maybe it was the fact that you had come closer, or maybe it was just the fact that you had a quiet plea to your voice and he sensed you were close to tears, but he finally turned. His face was dry but his eyes were wide and he had an emotion hidden in his eyes that you couldn’t quite pick up on. “What did he say?” 

“It’s…” He takes a deep breath and then to your astonishment, he began to smile. “It’s not mine.” His breath was just a whisper but you heard it loud and clear. “They said there wasn’ a match at all and there’s no way it’s mine.” Your head was buzzing, unable to form a coherent thought as you look up into those green eyes. 

“Oh, Harry,” You both turn as Anne stands and rushes over to hug him tightly but you still just stood there. “I’ll… I’ll give you two some time to talk this through.” She kisses Harry’s cheek, then yours after giving you a quick hug, and leaves the room. Harry turns to you, silently questioning your thoughts. 

“It’s over, love, it’s all over. We don’ have to worry abou’ this anymore.” All he wanted to hear now after hearing those amazing words was to hear you say you still loved him and were willing to give him another chance. “Okay, look,” He steps forward and takes your hands in his, gripping at you tightly. You look up into his eyes, still wanting your thoughts to straighten themselves out but your head was still buzzing so instead you allowed him to talk. “I know I still messed up, I cheated, and tha’ will forever be my bigges’ regret bu’ if you le’ me, I will spend the rest of my life tryin’ to make up for this. I love you, I love you so much, Y/N. Please… give me jus’ one more chance, tha’s all ‘m askin for.” 

“Harry,” You whisper, releasing one of his hands to instead bring your hand up to rest on his slightly stubble covered cheek. He hadn’t shaved that morning but you liked the feel of it under your fingertips. “It’s going to take a lot for me to fully forgive you.” He sighs, closing his eyes as he willed the tears not to come. He knew this was it. He had made it to the other side of this whole pregnancy ordeal so now you were going to say since he didn’t need you anymore you were going to leave. “But I’m willing to try.” His eyes pop open and he sees you giving him a soft smile. 

“Really?” He whispers, unable to believe that you were willing to give him another chance, and give him another shot at being a better boyfriend this time. You still wanted him, you still wanted to be with him, and he was stunned that somehow, after all this shit you were willing to try again. He didn’t deserve you, he really didn’t. 

“I love you so much, Harry,” You say. “And even after all of this, through all of this, if I can still love you, then just maybe we really can make this work.” 

“Oh my god.” He whispers it like a prayer and then pulls you into his arms, his face burying in your neck as he holds you close. Your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, both of you with grins you couldn’t control. “I love you, I love you so much.” He pulls back to say and then his lips were on yours. “I don’ deserve you-” 

“Just shut up and kiss me again, Harry. I’m done talking.” You cut him off, a grin on your face. His face broke out into his adorable boyish grin that you had missed so much. You tangle your fingers in his hair as his lips join with yours again. 

Going Bare

Bucky x Reader

Summary: based on this ask from @bucky-plums-barnes

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Originally posted by 107th-infantry


I sighed as I slowly got ready for one of Tony’s wretched galas. I hated them more than paperwork after a mission. My hands run over the crinkles of my suit and I adjust my tie for the umpteenth time. I huff out a breath, running a hand through my hair. A frown etches its way onto my face as I move to shut the light off in the master bathroom. Y/n pops in, still in her underwear. I try to hide my frown, but nothing gets past my wife. She rests her chin on my back. Her arms wrap around my waist, and I know if I wasn’t wearing this fancy suit, I’d be able to feel her mouth press against my skin.

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~masterlist~

Hello, everyone! This is my masterlist (as made obvious by the title) lol. I will update these at the end of every day that I upload new content. I’m going to update this tomorrow with things that I will write this coming week, just to motivate myself. Once I get back into the groove of things, the updates should happen a few times a week. This cute lil bolt symbolizes smut/mentions of it, so beware. Every day, the new additions will be bolded. So please check them out. Thank you for all the positive feedback guys! Much love xoxox.

The 100

their names in your phone

sorted into hogwarts houses

Bellamy Blake

Commander Lexa

John Muprhy

Octavia Blake

Monty Green

Jasper Jordan

Raven Reyes

Lincoln


The Originals

Niklaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson


The Vampire Diaries

their names in your phone

ships on the show (i think they‘re called OTPs)

ig (race swap)

Bonnie Bennett

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert

Kai Parker

Matt Donovan

Lorenzo St. John

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore


Teen Wolf

their names in your phone

Scott McCall

Malia Tate

Stiles Stilinski

Isaac Lahey

Derek Hale

Jackson Whittermore

Theo Raeken

Jordan Parrish

Lydia Martin


Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Grant Ward


Gossip Girl

Carter Baizen

Chuck Bass

Nathaniel Archibald


RIverdale

Archie Andrews

Veronica Lodge


Pretty Little Liars

Caleb Rivers


Criminal Minds

BAU Team

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss


Buffy the Vampire Slayer

their names in your phone

Spike 


MTV SCREAM

Brooke Maddox


James Buchanan Barnes

Bail (pre-apocalypse!DarylxReader)

Hi guys! Since I’m so ridiculously obsessed with the idea of young Daryl before the apocalypse, I’ve made yet another pre-apocalypse!Daryl fic where he’s once again up to no good. I think I might make this into an AU series, but idk. Let me know what you guys think!

Characters- teenage!Reader, teenage!Daryl Dixon, and Merle Dixon.

REMINDER: REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR ALL TWD CHARACTERS!!

Summary:

When Merle takes Daryl out with the intention to cause trouble, the two get caught, but Merle gets away and Daryl gets thrown in a jail cell. Not wanting to get his brother in trouble, he takes the blame. He doesn’t want his father to bail him out as he knows that he isn’t getting home without a beating, so the only choice he has is to get his girlfriend Y/N to bail him out. Y/N is ridiculously angry, as this isn’t the first time that Merle has gotten Daryl into trouble and Daryl has just rolled over to protect him once again. 

Warnings- strong language, fluff, angst, a little bit of violence.

and also sorry Merle stans, but I made him kind of an asshole in this, but don’t worry, it’s all for the purpose of the plot and the Daryl feels

Enjoy!

*NOT MY GIF*

Originally posted by van-is-mine


“Who am I calling, son? Your parents?”

“No… no, God no.”

“You need to get someone to come and get you. You got a friend that drives? A girlfriend?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend drives. Fuck, I didn’t want her to find out.”

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Daddy’s Home

Because I need a sugar daddy AU, here ya go. This is gonna end up as a series. Enjoy!

           He rolled up in his lemon-yellow Lamborghini and rolled down the window. You gave a little wave, and he leaned over from the driver’s seat. “You ready, baby?” Bambam grinned and peered over the top of his sunglasses.

           You smiled from the curb, your Louis Vuitton bag in your hand. “Of course.” He pulled the handle of the door open and you slid into the passenger seat. Bambam’s hand automatically slipped to your thigh when you sat down. Once you were situated, he ensured you had your seatbelt on before taking off down the street. “How was your day, princess?”

           You grinned. You loved it when he used that nickname. “Well, between being too busy to think about anything other than how I was going to sneak away to spend time with you this afternoon,” you paused, putting your hand on top of his, “and my boss yelling at me, nothing else really happened. I guess you could say I had a day,” you said.

           “Baby… I really think it’s time you quit your job…” he chose his words carefully. You stared at him, trying to figure out what to say.  

           Bambam glanced away from the road long enough to catch the look on your face. “I know what you’re gonna say,” he began, “but I make more than enough for both of us, and I’d love it if you let me take care of you.”

           “Babe,” you started, but he lifted the hand that was still on your thigh.

           “I’m just saying, I want you to think about it.”

           You let out a gusty sigh, and he squeezed your thigh again, causing a smile to pull at the corners of your mouth.

           “Now, who’s ready for some shopping?” Bambam asked in a singsong voice as he pulled into the parking garage. “Will that make daddy’s princess happy?”

           You grinned and nodded at him. “Good, let’s get you in there, then.” He walked around the car and opened your door for you, his hand extending to help you out of your seat. He took you by the hand and tucked it in his, pulling you just a tad before you caught up.

           “My legs aren’t as long as yours, babe,” you said.

           Bambam turned to look behind him, laughing. “I forgot, my bad.”

           “Good evening, welcome to Chanel,” the doorman said, punctuating his sentence with a nod. You smiled at him, and Bambam turned to the closest salesperson he could find. “I need to get my princess here a watch,” he said to a tall woman with auburn hair who was impeccably dressed, passing his hand over the back of your upper arm.

           “Well, what’s her style?” she asked, looking to you.

            You grinned. “Anything that sparkles,” you said sheepishly.

            The lady—looking at her nametag, you realized her name was Paula—smiled warmly at you, then led you over to the watch case. “Then I have good news for you, we definitely have ones that sparkle.”

           You looked at Bambam, and he nodded at you. “Anything you want, baby.”

           “I really like this one,” you pointed to a watch that had a silver and black band, a black dial, and diamonds laid into the rectangular beveled edge.

           “Ah, the Premiere Mini,” she said fondly, pulling it from the case, “excellent decision.” She placed the watch in your hands and you paused, marveling at the beauty that had just been put within your reach. You grinned again, and Bambam put a hand on the small of your back. “What do you think?” he whispered.

           “I love it,” you said in a hushed voice.

           “We’ll take it,” he said to Paula, who took the watch back from you, placed it into a long, rectangular box embossed with the word CHANEL, and then placed it in a shopping bag. You beamed as she handed it to you.

           “It’s just seven,” she said to your boyfriend as he slid his gold card.

           “That’s fine,” he murmured, scratching his nose.

           “Congratulations, you’re now the owner of a beautiful Chanel piece,” Paula cooed. You shook her hand and Bambam waved, and you both exited the store.

           “Where to now, baby?” he’d said, a grin spreading across his face.

           “Louboutin?” you asked.

           He nodded, took your hand in his, and led the way to the escalator.

           Two hours later you were on your way back to the Lambo, and Bambam insisted on carrying all your shopping bags. He’d bought you an entire new outfit, complete with a new pair of heels and that beautiful watch. Bambam had bought himself a pair of flats to match yours, and had taken a photo of both your and his feet for Instagram.  He’d done it all with a huge smile on his face. “Anything for my princess,” he’d said, and passed a hand over your ass, gently and discreetly.

           As soon as he’d put the bags in the trunk, he slid into the driver’s seat and pulled you close to him, his left hand cupping the side of your face and his right hooking around the back of your neck. “Is daddy’s baby happy?” he whispered, his lips centimeters from yours.

           You nodded and licked his lower lip. He crushed his mouth to yours, the hand that was on the back of your neck moving to your hair, pressing your face to his with so much force that you thought it’d break your jaw. You let out a soft whimper and his mouth moved to your throat, switching between tiny kisses and pulling your skin into purple hickeys. Bambam released you once he reached your collarbone, breathing heavily. “I got a little carried away, sorry baby,” he said, grinning at you from the driver’s seat. You beamed back at him, taking in the tent in his pants. Home was over a half an hour away, not including traffic, and you didn’t know if you could wait that long.

           Bambam put on his seatbelt and started the engine, his eyes too focused on the road to notice you staring at him. He smiled to himself and, seemingly absentmindedly, placed his hand in its normal spot on your thigh.

           “Daddy…” you began, your voice sultry, “your princess wants to play.”

           Bambam sighed huskily. “Baby, I’m driving. Can you make it until we get home?”

           “Nope,” you purred, fingers dancing along his thigh.

           He shook his head wryly, but scooted his seat back far enough that you could slip your head between him and the steering wheel.  

           You grinned and leaned over the center console, fiddling with his zipper. “Daddy,” smokiness was pouring from you. “I’m gonna suck your dick so hard I’ll make you cry.” The response you issued from him with just a few words was overwhelmingly positive. He licked his lips and swallowed hard, his hips twitching just a tad underneath you. “Then what, baby?”

           You placed a playful kiss on his stomach through his shirt. “Then I’m gonna let you fuck me with nothing but this watch on until I can’t walk,” you purred, “and then I’m gonna get up and make you breakfast in bed,” you grinned and nipped at his stomach again. A low groan fell from Bambam’s lips, and you knew the dirty talk had turned him on enough to make him hard again.

           You unzipped his pants and he tilted his hips up enough for you to drag them down so you could access his now-erect member. Bambam shivered but kept his eyes on the road as you blew lightly on his tip. A strand of saliva slipped from your mouth and you rubbed your hand over his dick, squeezing and stroking him simultaneously.

           “Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he groaned, glancing down at you, then back up at the road. You moaned in response. Your lips finally met the tip and you pulled his cock into your mouth without hesitation. Bambam inhaled sharply and you grinned around a mouthful of dick, positively ecstatic that you had this kind of power over him. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked hard, finding a steady rhythm as you wrapped your hand around the part of his shaft that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You felt the car swerve just a little to the left and heard an “oh, shit,” leave your boyfriend’s lips, then a giggly scoff. You looked up at him and giggled, then went back to bobbing your head as fast as you could manage, swirling your tongue around his tip as you came back up for air.

           Bambam moaned loudly and as the car came to a stop at the light, he pulled your face to his, his lips crushing to yours. “You make daddy feel so good, princess,” he said, and you grinned, a sexy laugh escaping you. “You’re so fucking hot,” he breathed, and you kissed his lips again before you went back to work. You pulled his cock back into your mouth, sucking as hard as you could and moving your head as fast as the position would allow. He inhaled sharply and cursed under his breath, one hand leaving the steering wheel to get the hair out of your face. He took the left turn to his condo and pulled into the driveway, breathing hard and fast as he turned off the car. “God, let me fuck your throat,” Bambam moaned.

           You nodded and he gathered your hair in both his hands while you hollowed out your cheeks and held your head still. His hips rolled into your face and you hummed low in the back of your throat, his speed increasing with every thrust. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed. Tears were rolling down your cheeks but you didn’t care, it was making you wetter by the second. He was into it too, by the way he was moaning and writhing underneath you. You closed your lips around his shaft and he stopped for a second, letting you control the speed, but not for long. “I’m so close, princess. I want you to swallow my cum,” he said, and you nodded as he thrusted faster and faster into your face.

           “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come,” he breathed, and to help it along you swirled your tongue around his tip. Bambam thrusted into your face a few more times, and you felt him throw his head back in ecstasy as he exploded in your mouth. He pulled out to let you breathe, then you slipped your tongue along his shaft, letting the cum roll down the back of your throat and ultimately swallowing it. Bambam took your face in both his hands and kissed you with fervor, his hand tangling in your hair.

           “Good girl,” he said, “you’re so good for me, princess.” He stroked your hair with his other hand.

           “Let daddy take care of you now,” he said, and led you out of the car and into the house.

My masterlist is here if you guys wanna read the rest of my stuff!

Today’s story: I’ve been so sad about Zula’s disappearance (he left weeks ago and never came back, I like to think he’s found a nice old lady who lets him sit on her lap day and night and not that a fox got him). I spoke to Liam about maybe getting kittens and he was semi up for it. My friend text me a couple of weeks ago to say her mum had some unexpected kittens that needed adopting so I arranged a visit. I went to see them today and said, ‘when would they be ready to go?’, she said 'today’. One cardboard box with holes and a 20 minute drive later, our new babies were home! Darcy is besotted!! More updates to follow but that’s my happy list for today! KITTENS!!!! http://ift.tt/2eqHVsH

what to expect when you and tom are expecting

Part 5 of the White Dress series

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

  • you are so happy when the test is positive and tom is away filming his new film so you hop on a plane as soon as possible and surprise him at his set 
  • he’s so haPPY to see you, he picks you up and spins you and kisses you
  • you don’t tell him right away, you wait until you go to dinner that night
  • “could i interest either of you in one of our specialty drinks?” the waiter asks you and tom shakes his head “we’ll just have a glass each of chardonnay please.” he always orders your drink for you. “a-actually i’ll just have an iced tea with lemon, thanks.”
  • “is everything okay love? you usually have a drink with dinner…”
  • “well, i just found out some very important news that-”
  • “yOU’RE KIDDING?! darling don’t be joking with me right now!”
  • “having a child is hardly something to joke about thomas.”
  • he gets sO excited and kisses you so much and he can’t stop smiling bc he’s going to be a dad!!!
  • “we should do one of those cute reveals for our families, you know what i’m talking about?”
  • you guys visit tom’s family in london a week later and you bring his parents gifts. they’re so excited to see you and are really surprised when you have gifts for them. you tell them to open them at the same time.
  • they’re matching tea cups that say “world’s greatest nana” and “world’s greatest grandpa” on them
  • it takes a minute for it to sink in but when they get it tHEY SCREAM THEY’re almost as haPpy as tom!
  • let’s not forget when you tell hARRISON. you invite him over to your house and the lights are dimmed and tom’s sitting in a huge leather chair on the opposite side of the wooden desk.
  • harrison is so confused bc tom has tessa on his lap and he’s caressing her and you’re sat on the couch in the corner of the room that he didn’t know you had.
  • “please have a seat.” tom says in a fake raspy voice, he has two cotton balls in his mouth.
  • “what is going on here? i feel like i’m about to be executed or something.”
  • “listen, harrison,” tom puts tessa on the ground and walks over to lean on the desk in front of harrison, “i’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse” harrison knows where this line is from, everyone has seen the godfather, but he has no idea why tom is doing this. “we want you, to be the godfather to our child, who should be around in about 8 months.”
  • you can’t help but smile when harrison jumps from his chair yelling “WHAT?! yOU GUYS ARE- oh my god no way!!! yes oF course i’ll be godfather are you crazy bro!” he pulls tom in for a huge hug and you can’t stop smiling bc you live for this bromance
  • you wait three months and decide to get a 3-d ultrasound to determine the baby’s sex early bc you and tom are dying to know and tom’s been keeping this secret from the media for long enough you told him that once you found out the sex of the baby he could tell the world 
  • he may or may not have researched a bunch to see how you could determine it early.
  • he holds your hand the whole time and you are so nervous, yet really excited.
  • its a bOY and tom is super happy and so are you and he just kisses you really softly and takes a picture of the screen he’s so excited for everyone to see him, the beautiful boy you created.
  • “what if we named him peter tony holland. before you get angry, hear me out, nobody will know we’re naming him after peter parker and tony stark. and besides peter is an adorable name, like peter rabbit, peter pan, peter parker, all lovable characters.”
  • “tom we’re not naming him after spider man and iron man.”
  • you post on your social media before tom is able to bc he’s driving you home.
  • you post a baby picture of tom and caption it “hope he ends up looking just like you ❤️”” and eVeryone gOES NUTS  
  • tom posts the picture from the ultrasound and captions it “like this post if you agree that his name should be peter tony holland”
  • you comment back “i would quicker name him rumpelstiltskin harrison holland before peter tony holland thanks”
  • robert comments “you promised to name your first born child after me remember thomas?”
  • “you promised him what?!” you yell at tom in disbelief
  • “i thought he’d forget about it, but i mean it was for good reason!”
  • “and what would that be?”
  • “i didn’t want him to tell anyone that he uh, he caught um,” then he mumbled incoherently
  • “he what tom?“ 
  • “he caught me taking a dick pic okay?!” he blurted out, “i freaked out and i may have said ‘please robert don’t say anything i’ll do anything! i’ll name my first born after you!’ and it was so in the moment i didn’t think about what would happen when we actually had kids." 
  • you end up talking to robert and you agree that your kid’s middle name should be robert, because when he comes over it’ll be hard to differentiate the two of them. (robert didn’t understand your reasons but went with it anyway bc he doesn’t like to admit it but he would do anything for you and tom) 
  • omg yOu catch him looking at kids rooms online
  • anD if you think your son ain’t gonna have a spider man room you’re wrong 
  • he take things from the set and puts it in his room 
  • you guys take a lamaze class bc tom wants to be rlly prepared 
  • you and tom search extensively for a good name for your boy, tom is stuck on peter, but you won’t have it 
  • "what about matthew?” tom asks one day 
  • “matthew robert holland…” you trail off and smile at him 
  • “i love it” you both say at the same time 
  • tom is always by your side no matter what and never lets you lift a finger, he’s so quick to help you off the couch or out of your clothes
  • he goes grocery shopping for you bc your shoes are too tight from your feet being so swollen. 
  • every time he hears you say “ooh” he rushes to your side to see if you’re okay, it’s usually just a kick but he wants to make sure. 
  • your little boy is late, it’s been two weeks since your due date but you still won’t pop, and you refuse to medically induce labor, so you try a bunch of home remedies but none of them work. 
  • “i read once that sex induces labor…” tom says one day, looking at you out of the corner of his eye while you sit on the couch. 
  • “help me up.” you say and he smiles and let’s just say the next morning your water broke 
  • tOM was freaking out and rushing to get everything into the car even though you already had a bag packed for the hospital. you were panting, contractions happening closer and closer together, tom called everyone from his car, his parents, your mom, harrison, robert, jacob, zendaya, chris, anthony, sebastian, everyone.
  • when you got to the hospital you got into your private room and people started piling in to congratulate you and you tried to smile through the pain of the contractions.
  • you are in active labor for hOURs and you keep asking the doctor how much longer, she reassures you that you should be starting your transition phase shortly 
  • your contractions are getting closer and closer and growing more intense, you yell at tom bc he got you into this mess and he’s just saying how good you’re doing and how wonderful you are.
  • “darling, you’re doing great, i love you so much.”
  • “okay it’s time to start pushing! can we just get dad in here, you all can wait in the lobby.” the doctor says as tom smiles widely at you, he pats you with the towel bc you’re sweating like crazy!
  • “ready, darling?” tom smiles and holds your hand, trying to keep you calm, he kisses your forehead softly and you give him a weak smile. 
  • “yOU’RE SO LUCKY I LOVE YOU THOMAS.”
  • two hours of pushing later, you hear your baby boy cry and you can’t help but cry, tom kisses you softly and he’s crying too.
  • “you did so great, love.”
  • “dad, do you want to come and cut the umbilical cord?” and tOm iS sO excited. he’s pretty much sobbing bc his little boy is laying on the counter and tom touches his hand and his baby grabs his finger as tight as he can, and now tom’s even mOre of a meSs.
  • after they clean him up they put him in your arms and tom looks at you both with the most love in the world and he’s just thinking about how he’d do anything to protect the two of you. 
  • “so how about another? a girl this time?” he just laughs little did you know a year and a half later all of this would happen again with a baby girl.
  • harrison is the first person other than you two to see him, they’re looking at the baby through the glass. “wow, man, you did that, you made that.”
  • “i know, it’s incredible”

You’ve got cherry gum stuck in your
Dark curly hair
Fluorescent lights create the illusion of a halo
I want to kiss you until you’re warm
I want to love you til I’m clean
I washed your heart in the bathroom sink
The feeling of your jeans
Their grass stained knees
Your cheap vodka breath
God I’m repeating myself

I called you crying at 3:00 am last night
You said
“baby, you’re kidding yourself”
And you’ll drive me home tonight
And pretend you can’t see
The bags under my eyes
Or the glass I have for teeth
Your name is Kathrine
But you’ve always been Kat to me
Yeah you’ve always been Kat to me

So drive me home
I just can’t see
The stop signs anymore
The red lights fade away
Oh the red lights faded away
I want to kiss you til you’re warm
I want to love you til I feel clean
But the water is always too cold to swim
You’re all washed down the drain
Of the bathroom sink
And honey
I’ve got glass for teeth

I moved here from the mountains
I met you behind the gas station
Where the bad kids come to hang
I saw the reflection of the flame in your eyes
When you lit your cigarette
When you opened your mouth to smile
And ash came pouring out
You said “i think I’ve seen you around. wanna sleep on my couch”

You’ve got that crooked smile
And lipstick on your tongue
And black eyes full of tap water
You know you’ve always been the one
Drive me home a thousand times
Tell me you wish I’d bite more
I’ll keep staring out the window
Wishing that some day we’ll learn
How to say what we mean

—  Band aids for broken mirrors
Fighting Panic

Requested: I was wondering if I could request a caring Shawn one where maybe you two get into a fight and you leave and then you have a panic attack or something and you call him and even though you two were fighting he still comes over and cares for you? Sorry if that didn’t make sense lol

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“Stop, y/n.” Shawn says, his voice full of anger. “You can’t keep holding it against me. It’s my career, my job, don’t you understand?”

You swallow hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I’m not holding it against you, Shawn. I just need to know you’re not forgetting about me!”

“I’m not, I don’t know why you would say that!” He says, his voice just as loud and terrifying as it was a minute ago. You can’t match his tone. You don’t know how to scream back at him, and you don’t want to.

“You’re always busy, and even when you’re not, you’re thinking about all the things you need to get done, which I get, but I feel like you don’t even remember that I’m here, that I’m your girlfriend.” You reply, honestly.

“How could I forget, y/n? I can’t forget, and I don’t.” He spits back.

You only wait a beat before replying, still trying to absorb his last words, “Do you want to?” You ask, your voice full of fear and sadness.

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p5 hc

just some hc ive been thinkin but for a while. Also this is gonna be EXTREMELY  LONG

- akira is the cool quiet type. externally. Internally, hes a fucking dirty memester and never misses an oppurtunity to drop subtle outdated memes

-*akira under his breath*: get rekt, scrub

- he also only has like two different smiles: his soft ‘look at all the friends i made along the way’ smile and the dirty ‘fucking gotcha in ya dirty face’ grin

- so basically people who think they know him are WRONG,, u gotta get real close and personal to figure out this dude


-ryuji is like aggressively protective of his friends.

- HE DID WHAT TO HARUS PLANT? DUDE SAID WHAT ABOUT YUSUKES ART? WHERE CAN I FIND HIM,, wheres my baT- MAKOTO LEMME AT EM

- (also ignoring all the shitty canon of the sacrifice(you know what i mean)and some backstory)

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