colourful bowties and rainbow bunting, planning parties for your friends, ticking off to-do lists, radiating positivity, patting people on the head, pineapples and oranges and mangoes, herding everyone together for group photos, getting that beauty sleep, fresh sheets and giant cushion collections, bold patterned prints, homemade birthday cake, striking ridiculous poses,
chasing after cats, kitten sneezes, glitter everywhere.
So some friends from @wifetron were discussing how older!Pidge and Younger!Keith would look like and this happened and part of me thinks Pidge looks like a mom protecting her and Keith’s son. Based on this postX
Summary: Reader and Tom have a hike with Tessa because the Reader is suggested exercise for their baby.
Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,) Tom as a Dad, cute fluffiness even a cloud could say awww
Word Count: 1,000+
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this post! Don’t forget that requests are open \(^.^)/ I’m so thankful for all the support you guys give me c:
After your doctor’s visit two weeks ago for a check up. Tom and I have been going on daily walks on hiking trails.He has been home due to having a break from all the press and movies. Your doctor advised exercise and to be stress free. The two of you always brought along Tessa cause she loved the outdoors. Being around Tessa was a stress reliever itself.
“Tom wait for me” I let out a huff making my way up the hill. Watching as Tom and Tess made there way up with ease. Tess tugging forward making Tom stumble a bit.
“S-sorry love, Tessa got too excited” he explains pulling her back and reaching for my hand grasping it. Pulling it up he kisses the top of my hand. A small smile appears on my face.
“Well look Tess we now have our whole family at our favorite spot” he grins leaning down. Rubbing her head he then turns to you with a grin on his face. Tom’s smile was as bright as the sun. His smile is the best thing to look at.
“It’s easy for you to say, at least you’re not carrying a little human” I say placing a hand on my stomach. Walking towards the ledge looking over the town. The fresh air making me feel at ease.
So I’ve been seeing those “Keith’s mom” theories or “Keith’s half sister” things bUT you know what would be even cooler???
It’s been established that all these generals are half Galra. So if that lady is Keith’s mom that would make him a quarter Galra and if it was his half sister then it would mean his mom found another husband on some other planet (go her)
YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE BETTER
FUCKING VOLTRON PARENT TRAP
Yeah you fucking heard me. What if that’s Keith’s twin sister and they were separated at birth??? Their dad took Keith (the more human looking child) and their mom took badass hot general lady back home to train. I mean age wise she looks really young so I think it’s more feasible for her to be the child, not the parent. It would explain the similarities between her and Keith better. Since she has more human like features than most Galra, if she was half human it would make sense why she looks like goth Azula lmao.
And like what a callback to Star Wars that would be?? Keith: a brooding, moody, teenager chosen one who is kinda like why am I the chosen one???? And a general badass woman who fights for her people and for a cause (well maybe not a great cause but we don’t know anything yet because Keith had a blade of marmalade but this lady works for Lotor so like either she’s in deep cover or if this is his sister then maybe their mom died or abandoned her and so she became vengeful IDK SO MANY POSSIBILITIES) IM JUST SAYING THEY ARE LUKE AND LEIA.
And also could you imagine Keith “we’re all made up of the same cosmic dust” Kogane fucking finding out he has a twin sister??? That he has family out there??? gOD IT WOULD MAKE HIS LIFE. And the internal conflict that would create??? BY JOVE
LOOK IT MIGHT NOT BE TRUE BUT I NEED IT SO BAD I WANT KEITH TO HAVE A TWIN SISTER LET ME HAVE MY LUKE AND LEIA: VOLTRON EDITION.
“When I look back, my mom was never easy on us. She made us study, she made us learn about manners and how to clean a house and get ready for company and entertain guests—all those things my brother and I used to roll our eyes at, things I am now so thankful I possess." (InStyle Magazine 2014)
The second time around, Scully knows more about what’s in store, and so the side effects from the hormone shots don’t take her by surprise nearly as much. Her emotional reactions are, once again, drastically out of proportion, to be sure, but she’s expecting them to be, and somehow that makes it easier to handle.
Also making it easier on Scully is the fact that if Mulder and Diana Fowley are spending time together, they’re not doing it anywhere that Scully can see it happening. Which, since Mulder is suddenly determined to spend nearly all day every day in Scully’s presence, and calls her every evening that he’s not haunting her apartment (or keeping her at his with a very flimsy excuse of some file or other that he wants her opinion on), would have to be happening between the hours of two and five in the morning.
Mulder takes Scully out to lunch nearly every day of the week, ignoring her protests that she’s brought food to eat from home. Yogurt and bee pollen, he insists, do not constitute a fitting lunch for a potentially expectant mother. This time around, he seems to have decided to take personal charge of Scully’s nutrition and hydration. He’s forever brandishing granola bars and bottles of Gatorade in her face, and Scully might take offense at the implication that she can’t take care of herself… except that, somehow, Mulder’s sudden, constant attention to her needs is just so damn endearing.
“Do you have enough space?” he asks her in a double bed in Kroner, Kansas, after a freak tornado and a flying cow have rendered his own room uninhabitable. “I can sleep on the floor, if you need me to. Or out in the car, even.” He’s actually in the process of throwing back the blankets and climbing back out of bed, and Scully reaches out, seizing him by the wrist.
“Mulder, stay put,” she orders him sharply. “There’s plenty of room.” He hesitates briefly before sinking back onto his side of the bed with a deep sigh. She releases his wrist, but before she can withdraw her hand, Mulder captures it in his own, winding his fingers between hers. She glances over at him quizzically. “You okay, Mulder?” she asks. They’ve been forced by circumstances to share a bed while in the field on more than one occasion before, and he’s never been this jumpy.
“Yeah, fine,” he says, but he doesn’t let go of her hand. “I just… I keep thinking.” She stays silent, waiting, and after a moment, Mulder rolls to face her. “It just keeps hitting me that for all we know, you could be pregnant right at this moment.” It’s too dark for her to read his expression, but she thinks he’s smiling softly. “I know you’re trying not to think about it until you’re sure, Scully, but that’s proving just about impossible for me.”
“Really, Mulder? I couldn’t tell,” Scully says dryly. “Between your obsessive tracking of every bite of food that passes my lips and your constant questioning of whether or not I need to rest, I had no clue.”
“Sorry,” says Mulder, ducking his head sheepishly. “I just… I really want this for you, Scully.”
Her mind snags on his words like cloth on a stray nail. He wants it for her. Not for them. For a moment, she thinks that maybe this is the perfect opening for the conversation she knows they’ll have to have, if it turns out that she’s pregnant… but she’s hesitant to broach the topic before she knows for certain.
If it turns out that Mulder wants to be involved, even if it’s only partial involvement, she thinks they’ll be okay. But if he’s decided, as she fears, that he wants his donation to be the sum total of his part in this, Scully doesn’t quite trust herself to be able to hide her disappointment. Mulder will be able to tell, and with his overdeveloped sense of guilt, he will feel that he’s failed her for not being willing to provide something that she has absolutely no right to ask of him. And to be honest, Scully’s not sure their partnership could survive.
Better to wait, she reminds herself, until either she knows for sure, or until she’s certain she’ll be able to accept any answer with a smile that’s at least genuine enough to fool Mulder. So instead of speaking, she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. He pulls their joined to his mouth and presses his lips to her knuckles tenderly, and instead of letting it go, he holds it close to his heart as his eyes close.
They fall asleep with their fingers intertwined on the mattress between them.
Mulder had planned to give Scully her Christmas gift sometime between Christmas and New Year’s- in fact, he had planned to take her out for a nice dinner (nice enough that she could interpret it as a date, if she wanted)- but after dragging her out to a haunted house on Christmas Eve, he feels like he owes her.
Not that he doesn’t always owe her, really.
So when she shows up at his apartment door, even though she’s only got about four hours to sleep, at this point, before she’s due at her mother’s house, he decides to go ahead and give her the gift now. And, as it turns out, she’s gotten him something, as well, so it all works out in the end.
Mulder goes first, tearing the paper off of a hardcover book- Contact, by Carl Sagan. He grins widely.
“I don’t need to ask why this made you think of me, Scully,” he chuckles. He’s got a copy already, of course, but this is much nicer than his beat-up paperback. “Have you read this?”
“No,” says Scully. “But I saw the movie with my mom.” She blushes. “It made me think of you.” Mulder grins, returning his attention to the book. He flips it over, examining the illustration on the dust jacket, which is immaculate, without a single crease or tear.
“Hey, is this a first edition?”
“Yes, it is,” says Scully. “And, uh… also….” She reaches over and opens the cover to the title page, where several lines have been scrawled in thick, black marker:
Keep believing. -Carl Sagan
Mulder looks up at Scully, eyes wide.
“I found it at my mother’s church, of all places,” Scully says. “They had a rummage sale in November, and this was sitting in a box of beat-up books from someone’s basement. And I know we said we weren’t exchanging gifts this year, but it just seemed too perfect to pass up.”
“It is perfect, Scully,” he says, putting an arm around her shoulder and squeezing her. “Thank you.” He puts the book on the coffee table and nods at the package she’s still holding. “I didn’t find that at a rummage sale, but I had the same thought as you when I saw it. It was too perfect to pass up.” Scully begins peeling off the wrapping paper. She sits there, silent, staring down at the object in her hands, her face unreadable. “And technically,” continues Mulder, “I kept my word not to get you anything, because it’s not really for you.” Still, Scully says nothing, and Mulder begins to get nervous. “Scully?”
“Mulder,” she says, her voice amused and hoarse with emotion, all at the same time. She holds up her gift and turns to him, eyes wide. “Where did you find this?”
“On the internet,” he says. The handle of the rattle is made from sturdy plastic, while the top is coated in a softer layer, ideal for a baby to gnaw on without hurting himself. It’s in the shape of an alien- not the classic, creepy, oval-eyed version, but a friendly, smiling alien, sprouting trumpet-shaped antennae from its head. “I know you’re nervous about tempting fate, Scully, but I just feel like one of us should be open to extreme possibilities here. And I think it’s safe to say, from past experience, that that someone is gonna be me.” Still, silence. “Scully?” Nothing. “Scully, if I’ve done wrong, I’m sorry, I just-”
It’s as far as he gets before she turns and kisses him.
It’s quick and sweet, and before he even has a chance to respond, she’s already drawn back and is staring at him with wide eyes. He thinks she’s surprised herself almost as much as she’s surprised him.
This time, it’s unclear who makes the first move. All Mulder knows is that suddenly, he’s lost in the sweet taste of Scully’s mouth. She’s got one hand buried in his hair and the other is creeping up the back of his t-shirt. She feels so small in his arms, so perfect, like she was made to fit there, and he’s just beginning to lay her back on his couch when she jerks away.
“I should go,” she says, hastily gathering up her things, not looking at him. Mulder’s heart sinks.
“Scully, I’m sorry,” he says. “You don’t have to leave.”
“I know,” she says. “I just… it’s late, it’s been a long night, and tomorrow’s going to be crazy at Mom’s, and I…” She sighs and meets his gaze, finally, and Mulder can tell she’s conflicted. “I don’t want to tempt myself right now, because I can’t. Not tonight.” She swallows. “Not while….” Mulder nods, understanding: she’s not supposed to have sex for five weeks following the embryo transfer, and she’s currently on week two.
“It doesn’t have to go that far, Scully,” he says. “Not tonight.” Scully smiles slightly.
“Do you really think we’d be able to stop ourselves?” she asks him, and he knows she’s right. If she had allowed him to kiss her for much longer, no force on earth would have been strong enough to separate him from her.
“I guess you have a point,” he concedes. She stands, and he walks her to the door.
“I’ll see you back at work after New Year’s, okay?” she tells him, and his heart sinks.
“I thought maybe we could go to dinner, the night after Christmas?” he suggests hopefully, but she shakes her head.
“I need some time, Mulder,” she tells him. “Time to think.” She reaches up and gently touches her fingertips to his lips, and he presses a kiss to her hand. “Merry Christmas, Mulder.”
Summary: It’s Tom’s birthday and Jaxon gives his gift to Tom followed by the Reader giving him a a surprising gift.
Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,) Funny fluffiness, Dad Tom, SO much cuteness.
Word Count: 1,000+
A/N: Made the photo edit myself :,)
“momma where’s daddy?” your four year old son Jaxon whispers.
“he’s reading in the living room honey” I whisper back leaning down kissing his mop of curls on his head. He’s starting to look like Tom more and more each day. Your heart aching at wanting to have another child.You loved every moment seeing him grow up and being a stay at home mom even if you were sick.
“I wanna give him his gift”Jax whispers looking around holding the bag to his chest. He had red,white and blue tissue paper sticking out. Of course you were the one to help him stick the tissue paper in.
“Careful my little star, you’ll squish your gift” I rub his cheek holding the cake pan with one hand. The tea kettle whistling grabbing my attention. I head over to get Tom’s tea ready. The four of you were spending the morning together. Tessa was sitting in the kitchen waiting for food to drop. She always did that cause at some point I always dropped something. FIlling up Tom and I’s tea cups I set the kettle aside.
“Jax! where are you lil man?” Tom’s voice comes from the living room. He must have been taking a break from his script. Even on his birthday he got caught up with a script.
“Hold on daddy!” his little body scurries past you out of the kitchen almost making me spill the tea.
“Shit” I gasp as hot tea hits my thumb.Thankfully it was your cup that spilt a bit and not his.
“Daddy I have a present for you” Jax says holding up his gift to Tom from the doorway. Tom looks up from the script setting it aside.
“Here’s your tea love” I whisper kissing his cheek as I set his tea next to him on the table.
“Thank you darling, I was just about to ask for tea” He smiles pulling you back to kiss your lips. Pecking his lips one more time before pulling away.
“Jax worked very hard for your gift babe” I explain as Jaxon walks forward with Tom’s gift. Sitting across from Tom in your chair. Pulling out your phone you open up instagram to start a live stream. Thankfully it started working just in time.
“C’mon lad let’s see it” Tom grins as Jaxon hands him the gift. Tom pulls out the card setting it on his thigh.
“Daddy do you like the colors?” Jax asks looking up at Tom.
“Only the best colors ever am I right?! Such a great job on the tissue paper” He grins sending a wink your way.
“Daddy,I saved up all my pennies.. I helped mumma with washing Tessa,picked up my toys so you or mumma wouldn’t trip on them an-and my legos so you wouldn’t say swear words anymore so I could get your gift..” Jax smiles sitting down next to Tessa.
“Is that why the swear jar is missing darling?” Tom asks in disbelief looking between your son and the camera.
“Tom he swore in front of me when he dropped his Spider-Man toy down the stairs!” you defend yourself laughing at his reaction.
“Shit” Tom muttered.
“Thomas!”I glare at him from behind the screen. His eyes looking like a kid in fear. You used your mom voice on him. It always worked on him and Jax. Looking at your screen it was blowing up from comments.
“He said shit mumma!” Jax pointed at his father giggling.
“Jaxon Zander Holland” I groan smacking my head with my hand. These two would be the death of me.
“Swear jar, both of you after Daddy opens his birthday gift” your voice stern as Tom groans.He runs his fingers through his hair causing his biceps to move. My attention being slipped away because of that. Hearing a laugh I look back to Tom as he sends me a wink. Opening the card he starts to attempt reading it out loud.
“I know my handwriting isn’t as good as yours daddy so mumma typed a translation for you..” his head drops in embarrassment.
“Your handwriting is better than mine was your age, don’t worry your handwriting will be better in time..” he reaches tilting his chin up.
“Daddy, I love you soooooo much just as much as I love Tessa, maybe a little more. You’re Spider-Man but being my dad you’re my number one hero..” Tom’s voice wavers at the end. He has a smile with tears in his eyes.
“Thank you Jax for the lovely message.. Now let’s see what your hard work payed off to.” He wipes the tear away as he opens his gift pulling out the tissue paper.
“Open it up daddy!” Jaxon says excitedly jumping up and down.
“Wowwww look at this! Darling look what he got me” Tom smiles pulling out a Spiderman glove. Attached to it was a silly string can.
“I saw the video of Aunt Zaya spraying you it was funny cause you swore like you do when you step on my legos! I s-saw that glove when I-I went to the store with Aunt Zaya.. now we can play together!” Jaxon goes to his backpack pulling out his own glove.
“Man this is the best , let’s test it out shall we?” His grin grows as he looks over at you. Watching as his hand slips into the glove with ease. Taking the cap off he raises his arm towards you flicking his wrist.
“Tom, you wou-” String hitting you makes you flinch.
“Thomas!!” A laugh escaping my lips as I fumble with my phone. You quickly save the video before setting your phone down.
“Don’t worry I’ll protect you mumma!” Jax jumps in front of you shooting his string.
“Oh my herooo” I place my hand on my heart as Tom gets sprayed with string. Tom gets up heading towards us as Jax takes a Spidey like stance.
“Trying to take my lady away are you lad??” Tom gets up picking him up and onto his shoulder as Jax tries spraying him. Laughter fills your home as Jaxon gets tickled.
“I will get you!” Jax wiggles in his grasp,legs flailing trying to get free.
“Easy there killer, how bout I let you decorate Daddy’s cake? I put all the stuff you need on the table” Picking him up off of his shoulder and setting him down. He takes off towards the table near the kitchen. Pulling out the chair he climbs on top of it grabbing things in his hand.
“Now that I have your attention, I have a gift well gifts for you actually” You explain kissing from his jaw to his lips. His arms pulling you close to his body, warmth engulfing you.
“Well well well, do I get some mind blowing sex tonight?” he cheekily grins reaching down grabbing my ass. You let out a laugh as you pull back. Walking over you pick up your bag that you set aside earlier.
“Thattttt but, here this is your gift”
Watching him open it finding the letter inside. His face looks confused as he opens the paper. Eyes moving as he reads the letter, eyes getting big after more reading. Our eyes meet as a cheshire cat grin prominent on his face.
“You’re serious darling? This isn’t some sick joke right?” tears fill his eyes as he places his hands on your cheeks.
“I’m very serious Tom” you let out a little laugh as he places his forehead against yours. Tears slipping down your cheeks. This moment was perfect.
-Izuku’s role would be based off Moana of course. He lived in the small village of Yuuei, thats been bordered off from the rest of the world. It had been like that for 1,000’s of years (based on stories passed down)
-Hes always been curious about what was beyond those walls. He always had been told it was only dangerous things and his mother, daily, would plead to him to stop peering through the gates– The huge wooden gates that lead to the world outside.
-Izuku would go there daily though despite his mother’s pleas. And he was encouraged, secretly, by Toshinori. A father- like figure to him.
-Toshinori shared the story of “Katsuki” with Izuku when he was young.
-The story of ‘Katsuki’ was an old, supposed legend. He was demi-god who carried the power of explosions. He was greedy, and power hungry; And one day he took an extremely special stone called the ‘heart’ from the world’s creator 'Shouto’. The heart was the power to life. The plants, water, humans, and everything. When Katsuki stole that stone, destruction instantly started to spread. With out it in Shouto’s possession, the world as man kind knew it, had started to crumble.
Katsuki couldn’t get away from fire, ice, and darkness that started to erupt from Shouto’s cave, and though Katsuki got far he was still swallowed up. Both himself and the heart being lost from then on.
Only if someone found the heart and returned it to Shouto, would the world know peace again.
-The story inspired Izuku, at a young age. What if it were true? The world had to be filled with amazing things. He wanted to find out. And as he got older, the stories Toshinori told only caused Izuku’s curiosity and eagerness to grow.
-Izuku finally cracked one day and questioned his mom, a bit angrily, why she wouldn’t allow it? Why couldn’t he go and see things out there? He said she doesn’t understand- he only wanted to take a peek.
-And she looked at him sadly, and sat Izuku down before explaining to him about his father. His father who was also curious and left 'just to look’. But he had never returned. Izuku kept to himself then, realizing his mom just didn’t want to lose him.
-But despite it all, he still found himself going to the gates. He sneaked to them at night fall, peering out and feeling so eager to just break through the locks and run.
-Toshinori caught Izuku by the gates one night , and approached him with a serious expression on his face. He told Izuku to follow him. Puzzled by the odd look about the other, Izuku agreeed to follow him.
-The two traveled to a far off part of the village, where they normally sat by themselves. But there was something really different about it. The grass and trees in the area were turning to a blackened color, and it looked “lifeless”.
-Izuku quetioned what was happening, and Toshinori went back to the story of Katsuki. “Its not just a legend.. its the truth.. and the life is starting to be pulled from the world. If someone doesn’t find Katsuki and make him restore the heart… who knows what will happen to us.“ Toshinori reached into his pocket and handed Izuku a stone of red and white coloring. “You must do it, young Midoriya. Its your destiny. I knew it was you from the start, who would need to do this. I was just.. waiting for you to be ready. And I believe you are now.”
-Izuku protested right away, feeling anxious suddenly. Of course he always wanted to- but it was just a dream. Never was it a reality. He was always just the 'weird one’ who wanted to explore beyond the gates.
-Toshinori smiled then. “Shouto had chosen you from the start. The need and want you’ve felt to leave here was because of him, I know. He needs help. And he knows you’ll do a good job.”
- It took some persuading, but Izuku agreed to it then. And he planned to leave the next night. He wouldnt tell his mom or the other villagers. He was going to go off and do it himself. Toshinori was going to look after his mom until he returned.
To be continued because this is all I got at the moment.
edit: Katsuki is obviously the part of maui. And I’m pretty excited for Izuku to meet him, because their personalities will clash. Katsuki will tease and look down on him at first and all that! It’ll be wonderful. But slowly they’ll develop a relationship of sorts. I could see them starting to get along, yet still arguing constantly about small things that aren’t even worth arguing about
i am my mom screenshots & topaz
Pearl kinda confirmed what i didnt want to be confirmed. I wanted there NOT TO BE. A color coordination with diamonds. The color u are should not be the diamond ur made for. (Blue diamond shouldnt have all the blue sapphires) BUT it looks like the crewniverse are being boring and giving (yellow) topaz to YELLOW diamond and (blue) aquamarine to BLUE diamond. Its kinda cliche and expected but whatever
37. "I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.”
#37 (slightly edited) “God, I wanna hike up your skirt and take you right here.” // jelix
“Hey Seán?” Felix closed the front door behind him, kicking his shoes off and looking around.
“He’s upstairs, Felix, darling!” Jack’s mom called from the kitchen.
“Thank you, ma’am.” Felix called back.
He smiled to himself as he made his way to Jack’s room. He was going over to his house more regularly now. It was nice, seeing how much he hated being at his house. His parents were never home, they were always out working. Or worse, drinking.
Felix pushed open the door to find Jack sitting on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone. He was wrapped up in a blanket, only his head showing. He looked adorable.
“Hey, baby doll.” he sunk down next to his boyfriend, nuzzling his cheek affectionately. Jack shut his phone off and let it drop to the floor. He kissed Felix’s cheek.
“Hey hey.” he smiled, “I have something to show you.” Felix picked up on the tone in his voice.
“Oh yeah? Tell me more.” their eyes met as Jack let the blanket fall off his shoulders. He got up and stood in front of Felix.
It took Felix a second, he suddenly realized that his boyfriend was wearing a skirt. And a short one, at that.
He felt his jeans tighten and he bit his lip.
Jack had on an oversized blue sweater and a pleated pink miniskirt. White thigh-high socks adorned his pale legs.
“Like it?” Jack asked, twirling for his boyfriend. The skirt flew up as he spun, and Felix could tell he was wearing lacy panties. He licked his lips.
“Fuck, babe, you look so good.” he growled, getting up and grabbing Jack’s hips. Jack pressed his ass against Felix’s crotch, making him groan. Felix kissed his neck, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. Jack sighed happily as he was touched.
A quiet groan fell from Felix lips as his fingers played at the hem of the skirt. “God, I wanna hike up your skirt and take you right here.”
“Fuck,” Jack breathed, “do it.”
“Your parents are home.” Felix reminded him. He was practically grinding himself into Jack’s ass by now.
“Be quiet then.” Jack whispered. He leaned back to look at Felix, his eyes desperate. Felix grinned at his boyfriend, his need for Jack getting the best of him.
His hands sneaked down to the edge of the skirt, pulling it up, a gasp leaving Jack’s lips. Felix pressed his hand against Jack’s ass, grinning mischievously. “Why don’t you get on the bed for me?” he murmured, lips close to Jack’s ear. Jack nodded, obediently pulling away and lying down on the bed, ass in the air. His hands were already gripping the sheets, anticipation getting the best of him.
Felix licked his lips again as he watched his boyfriend squirm, whining for attention. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?” he purred, stepping over to the bed and running his fingers down Jack’s exposed back. Jack whimpered.
Felix knelt behind him on the bed. Hooking his fingers into Jack’s panties, he shoved them down his legs.
His let out a shaky moan as he noticed Jack had a butt plug in. “Fuck..” he mumbled, fingers wrapping around the toy. His boyfriend moaned into the sheets, absoloutely desperate for Felix to fill him.
Felix began to move the toy in and out of his boyfriend, leaning over him and praising him quietly.
“You’re so good, babydoll. You look so fucking pretty in that skirt.” He smirked as Jack whimpered, ass pressing against the toy. “Want me to fuck you, don’t you?” Felix leaned over and ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair, listening to him hum with pleasure.
He slowly removed the toy, then unbuttoned his jeans. He could see Jack practically shaking with anticipation as his pants hit the floor.
Felix’s hands pressed into Jack’s hips. Jack moaned pathetically, nodding his head in approval as he bit down on his fist. Felix snapped his hips forcefully into his boyfriend, making him groan. One hand snaked under the skirt and took hold of Jack’s length.
“F-fuck, Felix!” his head fell forward as he was overwhelmed by pleasure. Felix rapidly picked up the pace, little moans falling from his lips as he went. His other hand moved away from Jack’s hip and up to his ass. He pushed the skirt aside and grabbed a handful of Jack’s ass cheek, giving a content groan.
“Fuck, princess,” he muttered into Jack’s shoulder, “mm, jag älskar dig så mycket.” His fingers dug into Jack’s sides, leaving pretty pink marks in their place.
Jack let out a particularly loud moan as Felix angled himself differently. He thrust harder in that direction, watching as Jack held back a scream. Felix could tell his boyfriend was trying desperately to stay quiet, but he was failing miserably.
“Fuck, Felix, right there, p-please..” he stumbled over his words, his entire face turning red. Felix repeated the action several times, swiping his thumb over the tip of Jack’s dick. Jack bucked his hips sloppily into Felix’s hand, moaning and whining for Felix to go faster. “Oh god, oh god, fuck, Felix I’m gonna cum..” he whispered, eyes screwed shut as he felt his entire body heat up.
“Do it, princess, cum for me.” Felix breathed, giving his length a gentle squeeze. Jack moaned loudly into the mattress as he jerked his hips once more, covering Felix’s hand in his cum. It dripped down slowly on the bedsheets, and he moaned quietly.
Felix quickly followed, leaning over and pressing kisses to his boyfriend’s neck as he came hard inside him. He rode out his orgasm, then pulled out and collapsed next to Jack.
“Fuck..” Jack mumbled. Felix hummed in agreement. His fingers traced the soft material of Jack’s skirt, making him whimper since he was extremely sensitive.
“Do you think your parents heard us?” Felix asked nervously, glancing at Jack’s bedroom door.
“Dunno,” Jack shrugged, “It’s not like they’ll come up here and inspect things.” he giggled. Felix blushed.
“I really fucking love this skirt.” he murmured, changing the subject.
“I really fucking love you.” he pressed a kiss to Felix’s burning cheek and smiled.
“No, absolutely not,” you shook your head at Harry.
“What?” He whines. “I love this shirt.”
“No, you’re not wearing that in our pregnancy photos,” you said.
“You know sometimes having a stylist as your girlfriend is really a buzz kill,” he mumbled going back into his closet.
“I heard that!” You said.
“I love you!” He said innocently.
“You better! I mean I am carrying two of your children and I’m going to have to push them out in a few months,” you said walking into his closet.
“And I love you so much for that,” he smiled putting his hands on your belly. “I still can’t believe we’re having two babies together.”
“I can,” you groaned. “I never got this big with Ella.”
“You look beautiful,” he smiled.
“Thank you, now move so I can pick out your outfit,” you said. “Shoo.”
He groaned moving to the side and watched you looking through his wardrobe.
“Here, wear this,” you said handing him an off-white button-up. “And just wear some black jeans.”
“Yes ma’am,” he smirked.
“Ew, don’t do that,” you shuddered. “It makes me feel like your mother.”
He laughed. “Anyway, what are you going to wear?”
“You will see,” you smiled. “Now, get changed while I go get the kid’s outfits ready and once you’re done you can dress them.”
He nodded and dropped his towel with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and went into Jackson’s room. You looked through his closet and quickly chose a color that would fit well with what everyone would be wearing and did the same when you went into Ella’s room.
The two of them were in the playroom, while you and Harry got ready. After you did your hair and makeup, you went into your closet and took the black lace maxi dress that you had bought. You smiled when you put it on and giggled a bit you saw your belly in the see-through portion of the dress.
After you were all ready to go, you went to see if Harry needed help getting the kids ready. When you walked in he and the kids all turned and looked at you with huge smiles on their face.
“What?” You asked.
“Look pretty Mummy!” Jackson giggled.
“Very pwetty!” Ella clapped.
“Wow,” Harry smiled. “You look absolutely beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you blushed. “Is everyone ready to go?”
“Ya!” The kids smiled widely.
“Okay, we’ll we better get going, Uncle Hunter is waiting on us,” you said.
“Whoo Hooo,” they giggled.
You laughed and head down the stairs and into the car before driving to a private beach in Malibu to take pictures.
When Harry pulled up the spot on the beach, Hunter was already there. Harry and yourself got the kids out of the car and they ran straight over to Hunter and attacked his legs.
“Be careful! He’s our photographer for the day!” you laughed.
“I love how you’re more concerned about me being the photographer, but not your brother!” He shouted.
You laughed and Harry helped you down to the beach.
“Okay, let’s get the ones with the kids first, that way when they’ve had enough, we won’t have any meltdowns,” he laughed.
You giggled and the kids stood in front of you and Harry and Hunter started snapping the camera. He then took some pictures of the kids kissing your belly and then some with Harry and then some individual ones.
Once the kids were over it, you and Harry started taking pictures together and he kept making you laugh.
“Stop it! I’m trying to look good in these photos, but I can’t do that if you’re making me laugh,” you giggled.
He laughed. “You’re going to look, beautiful regardless baby,” he smiled.
“Yeah, yeah,” you smiled leaning against him.
His hands were on your belly and you both felt the babies kick.
“Holy shit,” he laughed.
“DADDY SAY NAUGHTY WORD!” Jackson shouted.
“Sorry buddy,” he laughed. “But Jesus, these babies are trying to kick their way out of your belly.”
“You still have a few months to go, babies,” you giggled.
“Maybe dey hungi?” Ella said. “Cause I hungi.”
You all laughed. “Well, I think we could call it day,” you said. “What do you think, Hunter?”
“I’ve got more than an enough to work with,” he laughed.
“Then let’s grab some dinner,” Harry smiled. “There’s a great restaurant right up the beach there.”
“Ooh, yummy!” Ella giggled.
You all laughed and made your way back to the car before driving to the restaurant. You all get seated at a table and the kids sit next to Hunter.
“So, I’ll probably upload the pictures tonight and then work on editing them for the next few days and then I can send them to you,” he said.
“I can’t wait,” you smiled.
You all order your dinner and then Harry’s phone rings. He grabbed it out of his pocket and look to see who it was.
“I’ll be right back,” he said before excusing himself from the table.
“You know Mom keeps pressuring me to have a baby shower,” you said to Hunter.
“Why don’t you want one?” He asked.
You shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s just baby showers are usually for new parents to get everything that they need for their new baby, but Harry and I don’t need other people spending their money on us when we can afford everything ourselves,” you said.
“That’s understandable, but you could still have a baby shower and just not ask for gifts,” he said.
“I don’t know. I just feel like having a baby shower is more stress to add on,” you said.
“You’re not the one who is supposed to plan it,” he pointed out.
“Hunter, when have I never been involved with planning a party, especially for me,” you said.
“Okay, that’s true, but maybe you should let someone else take the reins for a bit,” he said.
“Eh,” you said. “I’ll think about it.”
“Or we could all just do a surprise one and not tell you,” he smirked.
“And cause me to go into an early labor, I don’t think so,” you laughed.
A few minutes later, Harry came back to the table and sat down.
“Everything okay?” You asked.
“Yeah, great,” he smiled kissing your cheek.
Later that night, the kids were bathed and tucked into bed. You and Harry had read them two bedtime stories before they finally fell asleep before heading into your bedroom. You were taking off your jewelry and getting undressed when you noticed Harry had been acting a little bit different since that phone call at dinner.
You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “What’s wrong?” You asked.
“Nothing, just tired,” he whispered.
“Harry, don’t lie to me,” you said.
He sighed grabbing your hands and turning around to sit both of you on the bed. “I’ve got an audition scheduled in a few weeks for a role in a huge movie,” he said.
“Really? That’s amazing!” you gasped.
“The only thing is, if I were to get the part, I would have start preparing for it only a few weeks after the twin are born and it’s all on location, which would mean I would be back in the UK,” he sighed.
“Oh,” you whispered. “So, that’s why you’re acting weird.”
He sighed. “This part could be huge for my career and you know that I’ve wanted to get into acting, but I can’t imagine leaving you with our newborn babies just weeks after they’re born. Plus, I don’t know if I could be away from you, Ella, and Jackson.”
“Babe, this is a huge opportunity for you,” you smiled. “And yes, it’s not exactly at the best time, but is there ever really a perfect time for things? I think you should at least do the audition and then worry about the logistics of everything once you get offered the part. And once that happens, we’ll figure something out.”
“Are you sure?” He sighed. “I don’t want you worrying about this and stressing you out.”
“I’ll be fine,” you said.
He sighed putting his forehead against yours. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“I’ve been told a time or two,” you giggled.
He laughed,” I love you.”
“And I love you,” you smiled. “Now, let’s get you in bed because starting tomorrow you’re going to have some lines to run.”
He laughed before laying down next to you and you both fell asleep.
I'm looking for three fics: (1) Soulmates AU where Clarke doesn't directly speak to Bellamy for a long time. I remember a photography darkroom. (2) They are in a high school medieval/Greek(?) competition club together. (3) Bellamy is the handyman for Abbey's plantation(?) and Clarke goes back home because she drops out of med school. Octavia is young and Clarke agrees to give her lessons?
@nohimnome said: ‘Hey I’m looking for a fix with Bellamy was in a tree and dropped a book on Clarke when she was 8 and he was 10 and ever since then they became best friends and grew up and Bellamy lived with Kane and Clarke lived with her mom (who didn’t like Bellamy at first) and her dad. There was a section in which they were at a diner, another where they built a pillow fort, another with Bellamy looking after Clarke at her first high school party, and Bellamy sneaking in to be with Clarke when his mom dies.’
@b-arryallen said: ‘Hi there! I’ve been looking for a fic recently and hoped that you might be able to help. It was a 5+1 fic (I think) and I remember one of the scenes was that Clarke ate something or was stung by something that made her hallucinate monsters and she ran into the forest and got lost. Bellamy and the others went searching and found her, and Bellamy berated her for running instead of coming to him if she was scared. It was season 1 and on ao3. Any help would be appreciated! Thanks!’
anonymous said: ‘Looking for a soulmate fic. It’s kinda sense8-ish but isn’t about the show. Bellamy and Clarke can appear to each other only. Bell is in the navy and clarke is in college, Stanford i think. Linctavia, minty, and wells and raven are minor characters in it as well.’
@unsteadyiguess said: ‘Hi! I’m new here, and i don’t really know is this is how it works, but I was searching for this fanfic where Clarke and Bellamy and two others (i think Monty and Miller?) went to a mission and Raven keeps talking about a doble date? Sorry, my english is really bad :(’
Can any of our followers help us out with these asks?
i remember when mom first walked through the door with the two of you. you ran right over to me and you leapt into my arms. you bonded with me, instantly, and it made me a little uncomfortable. it made me uncomfortable because, my own mother was never very affectionate with me. and when i looked at you, i saw me as that little girl, who yearned for her mom to hold her and comfort her and i guess it scared me a little, and it made me sad…
I thought this might be fun seeing as this show watches like a poorly done Harry Potter knock-off. Here, have my thoughts:
Ofc we’re in England because where else would magic happen?
So this girl can see things that her mom can’t? Very wizard.
Apparently not wizard at all– only witch! No magical men. Right on.
So broomsticks come with spells that repel non-magic folk apparently
and children can get their broomstick drivers licenses???
what’s with the secret handshake? Well met, my ass
How lucky is it that this girl can see this school from her flat? Like how weird would it have been if she’d disappeared without saying goodbye to her mom and casually flew to the other side of the country? But now ‘chill mom, I’m just down the street!’
So basically at this school we have lady-Snape and lady-Dumbledore. classic
Who named these kids anyway?
Maud = Ron/Neville???
Also unsure if this bitchy little girl Ethel is supposed to be Draco or Hermione??
Making a grand entrance by crashing into school property was trade-marked by Harry/Ron circa 1992 btw
Mini Martin | Liam Dunbar Imagine (ft. Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski)
request ; (prompt) reader looks and acts similar to lydia, she’s a freshman and very sassy, sort of liam x reader.
word count ; 997
warnings ; like one (?) swear word.
a/n ; i made the reader lydia’s younger sister, hope that’s alright. and the girl i used up there in the gif is karen gillan, she was/is on the show doctor who, i believe (i’m not an avid watcher of the show, my mom is the one who likes it.) also, you might recognize her from a lot of lily evans/potter edits, she’s a popular face claim for lily (which i agree with wholeheartedly tbh.)
Liam had to blink at least three times in order to fully process what he was seeing, which was a full-fledged Lydia Martin close, standing next to the strawberry blonde herself. That clone was you, Lydia’s younger and purely human sister. You had lived with your dad up until recently, when you decided that you missed your sister and mom too much to stay away from Beacon Hills any longer. Lydia felt a bit calmer about your move here now that Kate and her berserkers and all that deadpool business were completely out of the way.
The fifteen year old boy had to admit, you were quite possibly the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his entire life. He was at a complete loss for words, and could barely explain to Stiles why he was so nervous all of a sudden.
“What?” Stiles asked, exasperated with the younger boy’s inability to form a coherent sentence in your presence. “Why do you look like you’ve just seen a unicorn for the first time?” Liam rolled his eyes, grabbing Stiles’ shoulders and spinning him around so he could face you and Lydia.
“Who’s that?” Liam asked curiously, pointing to you and your sister. Stiles sighed, turning back around.
“Seriously, Liam? That’s Lydia, you know, one of your best friends?” Stiles patted Liam on the shoulder, about to walk away. “You poor, confused wolf-boy.”
Liam pulled Stiles back, making him face you again. “Not Lydia, the girl behind her! Who’s she?”
“Once again, that is Lyd- mini Lydia? Since when did Lyds have a mini me?” Stiles studied the both of you with a certain fasciation. “The resemblance is uncanny. She looks just like Lydia did in Freshman year, save for a few differences, of course -”
“Do you spend a lot of time studying Lydia’s appearance?” Liam wondered out loud, leaving Stiles to slap the back of his head.
“No, of course not,” Stiles scoffed. “I’m just saying. Anyway, why are you so curious? Lydia will probably introduce her to us later, can’t you wait?”
“Nope, not at all. Look at her. She’s, like, the prettiest girl I have ever seen in my entire life. Teach me how to talk to girls?” Liam, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, somewhat looked up to Stiles. Stiles, however, wasn’t much of a smooth talker when it came to girls like Lydia Martin, especially back when he was Liam’s age. Back then, he couldn’t get Lydia to so much as look at him for more than five seconds at a time. How was he supposed to teach this kid how to talk to her?”
“You are definitely asking the wrong person,” Lydia said from behind them both, smirking slightly. “He’s terrible with pick up lines. Ask an expert, sweetheart. I could direct you to my ex boyfriend, but -”
“He’s a huge asshole who lives in London,” Stiles finished, glancing at Lydia, who nodded and shrugged in agreement. With a bright smile, she pulled you out from behind her, and presented you to the boys. Liam fell silent again, mouth gaping wordlessly at you. You smiled at him, and he flushed bright pink.
“This is my little sister, Y/N. She’s your age, Liam, so you two should get along fantastically,” Lydia said, hands placed on your shoulders. Liam nodded hurriedly, cheeks still pink.
“Unless he keeps gaping at me like that without saying anything,” you added, speaking up for the first time that day. Stiles let out a choked laugh, warming up to you immediately.
“I like this kid, she’s got a good attitude,” Stiles grinned, patting your head like you were some sort of kitten. You looked up at your older sister, eyebrows raised. She sighed, shaking her head.
“I-I wasn’t…I mean, you know, I wasn’t staring,” Liam sputtered, blushing more and more with each passing minute. You laughed.
“Alright sure, whatever you say,” you shrugged. “I, on the other hand, was staring at you before. You’re pretty cute. Take me on a tour of the school?” You didn’t bother waiting for a reply, simply grabbed a flustered Liam’s hand and pulled him off down the hallway.
“O-okay, sure,” Stiles and Lydia heard him reply, a small smile making its way onto his face as you kept a tight grip on his somewhat sweaty hand.
Lydia grinned at your retreating figures, watching fondly as Liam slowly gained his confidence back, though he was still stuttering and stumbling on his words. Let’s face it, you were gorgeous, and it was enough to make any hormonal teenage werewolf lose their edge for a little while. Lydia had a small part to play in showing you how to intimidate boys, of course.
Stiles looked over at Lydia, who turned back to him with a triumphant gleam in her green eyes. “You taught her everything she knows, didn’t you?” Stiles asked, walking back to class with Lydia, who nodded.
“I did a good job, didn’t I?” She said proudly just as Liam quickly helped you load all of your schoolbooks into your locker. He held some of the heavier books, letting you take ones off the pile when you needed them. “They are so cute, I am the number one, best match maker in all of California. I deserve a ribbon,” Lydia gushed, sending you a wink from across the hall you. You copied the gesture, but returned back to Liam almost instantly.
“She’s probably going to break his heart,” Stiles pointed out.
“Nah, they’ll be good together,” Lydia said as the two of you walked into class, Liam holding the door for you like a true gentleman. “But, I’ll kick him in the face with one of my high heeled boots if he breaks her heart.”
“Actually, I think she’s gonna be the one to kick him in the face with her high heels. She looks pretty tough.”
Lydia tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Well, obviously. She’s a Martin.”