mushes cheeks

Soft
  • When Noctis falls asleep in the Regalia at the end of a hard day, Gladio carries him up to their hotel room
  • Sometimes Noctis is awake when this happens, but he still pretends to be asleep
  • Even though Umbra and Pryna aren’t small dogs, if they whine up at Ravus for long enough he will pick them up and carry them like babies
  • Ignis lectures Prompto all the time because he didn’t bring anything with sleeves on the trip, but when Prompto gets cold Ignis still lets him have his jacket
  • He also bought Prompto a jacket and stuffed it in the trunk with the rest of their things
  • When Noctis gets especially sad, one of the boys will lure a stray cat into their tent so that he can cuddle them
  • Every stray cat in Lucis is an ally to the chosen king
  • (When he reclaims the throne, they won’t be strays anymore)
  • Ignis carries tissues for when Gladio gets the sniffles
  • When Prompto wants something from one of the other boys, he mushes his cheek against their chests and pouts until they give in
  • Ignis is the only person strong enough to carry Gladio. Prompto has a lot of pictures of Ignis giving him piggyback rides
  • Noctis draws little hearts around Ignis’s moles with a sharpie when he’s sleeping
  • Prompto bumps into inanimate objects and apologizes all the time
Sour Girl

 Warning: Smut, DD/LG Kink, Daddy kink, Age Gap, Spankings, Language, A Little Bit of Clark Kent ;), Slight Angst, (OC is not under-aged, she’s 23)

Summary: “Little girls get spankings..”

Author’s Note: I combined two request together; hope you enjoy :) 

Request(s): 1. “Hii, i was watching married with children and there’s a scene when somebody ask to the girl “is he your daddy?” And she asked “Oh no, he’s my father” it was so funny, can you do something like that with Bruce idk but in the other way, like “is he your father” “oh no, he’s my daddy” and Bruce reacting I bet will be funny, I hope is not too kinky lmao, sorry for my English btw”

2. “Can you please make some smut of Bruce being mad cuz the oc is way too young and she made fun of him acting like a brat or childlike and he’s going all “oh you wanna act like a little girl? Well, little girls get spanking.” also height difference cuz Ben Affleck is fucking 6′4 asdghk”

I watched as the small minx pranced around the kitchen in nothing but a pale pink, silk baby doll top and matching ruffled shorts. I had a business party to go to, and she was busying spilling pink lemonade all over the marble island. I was having second thoughts about bringing her along. I knew how people gave us dirty looks at these type of events, not only because of the scandalous dresses that clung to her tight body but the fact that I was above 35 years old and she was in her early twenties. It was fairly hard to keep up with her, the messes, uncontrollable hormones and high sex drive. But I wasn’t complaining, I couldn’t.

“Y/N, go upstairs and get dress. We don’t have time.” I walked over cleaning the sticky, sugary liquid off of the counter.   

“No..I don’t wanna.” She pouted, poking her bottom lip out more than usual. 

I turned, squinting my eyes at the hardheaded young woman in front of me. I hovered over her as a smug grin pulled at the corners of her plush lips. She stood on the tips of her toes, tugging at the black silk tie I was wearing. Her fingers brushing over the collar of my shirt, her small leg sliding in between my muscular ones. 

“You always looked so nice in a suit, Brucey.”  

I cringed at the nickname, and my jaw clenched feeling her small hand gripping my growing bulge. I rolled my neck in frustration, yanking her harshly by her bicep, bringing her closer to my body, almost lifting her off of her feet.

“Go upstairs and get dressed. I’m not going to tell you again.” I growled, pushing her towards the staircase. 

I realized that my bad temper did nothing but cause the bubbling excitement in her to erupt. The way her thighs clenched together and how her tongue snaked out to lick her lips obviously told it all. She stomped her foot and cross her arms as if she was a child that refused to go to bed when told to. 

“I said I don’t wanna. I don’t like how all those men stare at me like I’m a piece of meat.” She looked down at her bare feet with her arms behind her back, twisting to and fro. 

I walked back over to her, lifting her head up by her chin, my 6′4 frame towering over 5′2 one. 

“I wouldn’t dare let anyone lay a finger on you. Now, stop being a brat and throw on something pretty for daddy.” I gave her perfect ass a slap before she ran up the stairs to our bedroom, giggling. 

She was acting more bratty than usual, which made my palm twitch, maybe it was that time of the month for her. I put the pitcher of pink lemonade back into the fridge after pouring the half empty glass down the drain. She wanted to get the best out of me, I knew how badly she wanted me to take her over my knee and chastise her until her perfectly round ass was a pretty picture painted with black and blue. I wasn’t going to let her get me, not like that last time when she nearly wrecked the batmobile. I remember how she was barely able to get out of bed the following morning.     

About 25 minutes go by, I gave another look at my watch, she was still upstairs, doing god knows what. 

“We have 15 minutes to get there. What’s taking you so damn long?!” I yell upstairs, leaning my arm against the wooden banister. 

“Yeah, yeah.. I’m coming grandpa.”

I rolled my eyes at the childish remark before hearing the clicking of heels against wood, I rose my head being greeted by crimson red silk, sculpted collarbones and tight brown curls. 

“How do I look, grandpa?” She twirled around, her dress following behind her.

Before she could reach the last step, I grabbed her forearm , my mouth inches apart from hers. 

“Keep making those little jokes and you’ll have matching cheeks to go with that dress.” I smirked, pecking the tip of her nose.

She muttered something under her breath about old people on our way to the car, causing my jaw to clench and my palm to twitch for the 10th time this night. I held the door open, as she slid onto the Italian leather seats, the slit of her dress opening up a little more than it should, revealing that she’s bare underneath. I took a deep breath after closing the door, adjusting my collar, walking over to the driver’s side. The car ride consisted of dress lifting, thigh grabbing and sly remarks. God, how the hell was I going to get through this night?  

Once we stepped inside the luxurious mansion, we were already plummeted with glares and scoffs but soon welcomed with a warming smile and aligned liquors. 

“Glad you could make it Bruce.” Clark chimed, giving my shoulder an hearty grip. 

I returned the gesture with a friendly one-armed hug, Clark’s eyes wondered to the side of me causing me to pull away and my eyebrows to furrow. It wasn’t long until I noticed that Y/N was giving him bedroom eyes. 

“Is he your father?” Clark questioned as if I wasn’t standing right in front of them. 

“Oh no, he’s my daddy.”

My mouth parted open and my cock twitched against the zipper of my dress pants at her unexpected, shameless response. She looked up at me, giving me cherubic, doe eyes beneath long lashes, wrapping her tongue around the skinny straw of her dirty martini. I blinked at her twice before turning to Clark. 

“Excuse us.” I smiled keeping my lips in a firm, thin line before tugging Y/N off into the women’s bathroom. 

I gripped her chin harshly, my index and middle finger holding her face still as I cornered her against the wall. She looked up at me with those innocent eyes, again, as if she didn’t just call me her daddy in front of Clark fucking Kent.  

“You think you can just get away with acting like a spoiled brat tonight? Huh?”

My fingers digging more into the skin of her cheeks, hard enough to leave light red marks in the shape of fingertips. I smiled as she winced and shook her head vigorously, her rosy cheeks slightly mushed together causing her lips to pucker a bit. 

“You like acting like a little girl?” I snatched her by the thin straps of her dress, “Little girls get spankings..”

My cock throbbed at the struggled gasp that escaped her lips as I bent her over the sink of the public women’s bathroom. I lifted up the skimpy, red silk being greeted by her bare plump ass. I groaned at the sight, my hands running over the delicate skin of her ass cheeks, prepping her for the stinging sensation that she was about to endure. 

“I want you to count. If you lose count, I will start over.” I warned and she nodded willingly. 

I took a deep breath before my large hand slammed against the soft pad of her left ass cheek. I grinned to myself hearing the soft mewls rolling off her deceitful tongue. 

“1..” She choked out.

I could hear the tears already erupting in her voice which made my pants tighten a little more than they should have. I smirked as a bright red hand print started to form on the surface of the skin. I lifted my hand up, slamming it down once again, watching her tiny body jolt up in pleasurable agony. I did that about several times while she counted before our safe word slipped pass her quivering lips. I took a step back, basking in the sight of her swelling cheeks. She attempted to stand up straight but failed miserably, I wrapped my arms around the small of her back, my lips grazing the prominent vein on her neck, inhaling her succulent scent of milk and honey.

“This is what happens when little girls want to act like little whores.” I gestured towards her cherry tinted ass.

“I’m very sorry daddy.” She poked her bottom lip out , gaze to the bathroom floor.

I kissed her forehead gently , before helping stand up straight. She seethed as her fingertips brushed against her ass while fixing the skirt of her dress. I adjusted my tie whilst she wiped the smeared mascara from under her eyes.

“We’re going home. I need to have you.” I engulfed her hand in mine, bringing her knuckles up to my lips before leaving the bathroom back into the crowd of drunken snobs.

We urged through the crowd just to be stopped by Clark once again. I was nearly on the verge of losing my patience. I needed to have her now. I couldn’t help but get rock, hard at how flustered Y/N gets after a well-deserved punishment.

“Awe, leaving so soon?” Clark pouted, his words slightly slurred. Superman was tipsy, ha.

“Yeah, Y/N isn’t really well.” I put on a mock frown, before giving him a manly shoulder grip then exiting through the front door.

The car ride back composed of Y/N continuously folding and uncrossing her legs, almost similar to the car ride here. I didn’t get the chance to open the car door for her, before it flung open widely, and she jumped into my arms, her hands grabbing at my face and her lips providing me with sloppily, gift-wrapped kisses. I held her up by the backs of her thighs as I fought with the keys and lock of the large house we shared. We stumbled inside after finally managing to open the door, our lips still attached to each other’s. I let out a growl feeling her break the heated kiss before she pushed me on my back to the leather couch. She swung her legs over mine, as she fumbled with the buttons of my dress shirt after pushing my blazer off. I pushed the skimpy straps pass her shoulders exposing her perfectly, taut buds. I bowed my head, taking the left one into my mouth, my tongue creating circular motions around the peak. I watched in awe as she threw her head back, hair tousled over her the high points of her cheeks. Her small hands finding their way to undo my belt and slacks, that crooked smile displayed across her face as my rock, solid cock sprung out of my briefs. She took a hold of my cock in her hands, her thumb sweeping up the bead of precum that managed to form in the slit, earning a low groan from me. Her hand teasingly squeezing around my cock causing my breath to hitch and my body to stiffen. She started to rotate, up and down on my dick, in a torturing slow pace.

“Don’t tease me, doll.” I warned through clenched teeth.

“You’re no fun Batsy.” She gave me a mock pout before scooting back on her haunches, her grip tightened on my cock as she wrapped her soft lips around my tips, her tongue making long stokes up the sides.

Then she took all of me into her mouth reminding of how talented she was at this. I grabbed a fistful of her gathering it up in my hands before tugging roughly, effecting my cock to probe the back of her throat, smalls gags being muffled. She looked at me with doe eyes, smiling brightly with a mouthful.

“You’ve always looked so pretty with my cock down your throat.”

She nodded knowingly, her head bobbing back and forth , edging my release. I tugged her up by the mock ponytail I formed, refusing to cum without being inside of her first. I ran my thumb over the speck of spit and pre cum on her bottom lip, leaning down to tug at it with my teeth. She giggled against my lips sending vibrations throughout my body.

“I wanna ride you daddy.” Her tongue grazed over lip before she climbed onto my lap, wrapping her legs around my hips.

I was in complete fulfillment when she slid herself onto me, my hands went immediately to her waist, out of habit, guiding her up and down on my cock. Her hands tangled up into my unruly hair, tugging and pulling as she rode my cock. I smirked as my first name escaped from her soft lips causing me to bury myself deeper inside of her.

“You like that slut? Huh?” She moaned, nodding her head vigorously. “You’re so fucking tight.” I purred against her pulse.

I thrust into her a few more times before grabbing her by hips, flipping her on her side. She wrapped her left leg around mine as I held the back of her right thigh. I pull out of her almost completely then submerging my cock into her cunt, my balls slapping against her puckered hole.

“Harder.. Please.” She begged as I witnessed her eyes flutter and roll back.

I granted her wish, plowing harder into her, the feeling of worry crept in the back of my mind, at the thought of nearly tearing her apart. I wrapped my arms around her rib cage , my fingers toying with her rose bud nipples.

“Cum for me, little girl. Come on, cum for daddy.” I whispered, my hands snaking down her navel to the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Bruc-” Her gravelly voice was soon interrupted by the contracting of her cunt around my cock and the clenching in her stomach from her euphoric release.

I held her tighter to my body, thrusting into her practically lifeless body, riding into my orgasm, strings of my hot seed spewing into her heated mound. I wasted no time before I trailed kisses from the valley of her belly button down to the soft coils. My tongue flicked at her clit , gazing up at the beautiful nymph above me as she thrashed and squirmed underneath my tongue, cleaning up the concoction of our cum. I lifted my head, meeting my lips with hers letting her get a taste of the new flavor we created. I coddled her in my arms, pulling the sheet over her getting a glance at the fading red blotches formed from tonight’s earlier events, the room silencing from the frantic breathing.  Y/N examined me with squinted eyes tugging at the skin of her bottom lip with damp hair pressed to my chest. 

“How come you don’t call me your girlfriend?” She broke the silence. 

I clenched my jaw, sensitive about this particular subject. 

“Y/N, you know how I feel about-” 

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together for 1 year and 8 months, and you still haven’t labeled me as your girlfriend. Are you embarrassed to be with me because I’m younger, or shall I say a little girl ?“She began to remove herself from my grip but I refused by pulling her back tightly to my chest before lifting up her face by the chin, forcing her to look at me, blinking away the tears that dared to fall.

“I love you. Don’t ever say I’m embarrassed of you. You’re my everything.. Lover, partner, soulmate, girlfriend, hopefully wife.” I gave her nose a soft peck watching her lips curl into the smile that I adore so much. 

“Really? Wife?” She attempted to hide her smile with her hands before I grabbed them. 

“Yes. Really.” I gave her lips one more longing kiss before she snuggled up to my chest. 

“I love you more, Batsy.”

Baby Blues | Yoongi

Prompt: “I’m not jealous.” from this drabble game [x]. Requested by anon (hi there friend!)

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Summary: Yoongi had planned for a quiet night with you after a tiring day at work. However, a catastrophe arrives in the form of a six-year old Jeon Jungkook. 

Genre: Fluff. So much fluff.

Words: ~870

A/N: Yes, my two favorite things in the world: pouty Min Yoongi and bratty Jeon Jungkook. Bless.


“Who is the cutest baby in the world? You are!” You cooed sweetly at the little bundle of wiggling blankets. Only one of Jungkook’s tiny fists was visible from underneath the mountain of plush covers, but you could still clearly hear his muffled giggles spilling happily from his lips.

Jungkook had suddenly decided in the middle of movie night that he wanted to play hide and seek, but due to the lack of hiding places in your boyfriend’s apartment, he had quickly chosen the pile of blankets on the couch to be his optimum hiding spot.

While you had regarded Jungkook’s antics as painfully endearing, Yoongi could not say the same for himself. He had planned for tonight to be a quiet one, where he would put on a nice movie for the both of you while you snuggled happily into his chest. Maybe, if he was lucky, the night would descend into something a little more, which he would definitely not be opposed to. Instead, however, you had been tasked by your aunt to babysit your little cousin for the weekend, much to his displeasure.

Don’t get him wrong, though. Normally, he loved the little tyke—hell, he even spoiled the brat much too often than he should have. But when the little kid was effectively cockblocking him into the next dimension, he couldn’t exactly stay fond of Jungkook.

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Allied

A/N: SO I definitely got a prompt for this, but I can’t find the ask in my drafts…but anyway, I had fun writing this and avoiding real life so I hope you have fun reading it.

Also available on FF and Ao3!


Lily starts behaving strangely a little over a month before Christmas hols and James really tries not to overreact.  Telling himself NEWTs stress and the pressure of the holidays are the more likely cause of her general malaise about everything, as opposed to a growing distaste for her new boyfriend.

And James is mostly convinced he’s right, until he drops next to her on one of the couches in the common room and Lily lets out a great moan and flops face first onto the cushions farthest away from him.

Ruffling his hair nervously, James lets his hand fall to her hip, squeezing gently, and takes some comfort in the fact that she doesn’t pull away.  Maybe he just smells rank.

Scooting closer, James runs his palm up and down her back and leans close, fire crackling and casting shadows across the emptying room.  “Alright, Evans?”

A groan.

“Lily?”

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Catversation (By Various Means)

MariChat May 23rd: SIN II

(ao3)

Sequel to MariChat May 22nd: Link

Summary: Marinette and Chat define their relationship using actual words. Shocker I know.


Marinette paced back and forth.

Marinette was in her room after having to explain her sudden disappearance to her mother. It was hard to since she obviously hadn’t wanted to mention that she was making out with a freaking superhero. So she made an excuse about wanting to get some clothing scraps and forgetting to text her and surprisingly her mother seemed to buy it.

The only problem left was that she still hadn’t talked to Chat. She just couldn’t handle it. Especially after spending all morning thinking about how they had kissed the night before. When Chat had shown up out of the blue and offered looked at her like that, well, she just couldn’t help herself.

Though being unable to help herself apparently wasn’t enough of an excuse for her little Kwami friend. Tikki had taken to periodically rolling her eyes at her gushing about the kisses and chiding her for not talking to Chat. Marinette didn’t really feel like that was fair. She was definitely going to talk to him. Eventually.

She groaned and threw herself onto her chaise.

If only the silly kitty hadn’t taken her heart in the first place. It was becoming apparent, even to her, that she wasn’t going to get it back. Her heart beat harder and faster whenever he was around and she constantly wanted to be closer to him. It was almost like she had fallen… in love…

Marinette shot up from her chaise and whimpered. “Oh no, I’m in love with Chat.” She realized.

Tikki rolled her big eyes from Marinette’s desk. “Really? You just figured this out now?”

Marinette pouted her cheeks flushed. “How was I supposed to know?”

Tikki shook her little head. “You’ve made out with him twice in two days.” She pointed out.

Marinette remained stubborn with a pout on her lips.

Tikki floated over to her and grabbed both her cheeks. “You even started it both times!” She said mushing the girl’s cheeks together before finally letting go with a harrumph.

“Ow.” Marinette muttered as she rubbed her cheeks. “Fine. I should’ve figured it out sooner. Happy?”

“That isn’t even the point Marinette.” Tikki smiled gently at her. “You need to talk to Chat about this-” She gestured to Marinette with a paw. “—thing, that’s going on between the two of you.”

Marinette looked down. “Okay Tikki, I’ll talk to him.” She looked back up at her Kwami with a confidant smile, only for her to have disappeared. “Tikki-?”

Chat rolled off her bed and dropped onto her floor with a quiet thud.

Smile forgotten Marinette gingerly made her way to the cat and prodded him in the side.

He turned his head towards her. “Stop that.” He said with a pout.

She giggled and poked him again. He growled at her and when she didn’t stop he flipped over, grabbed her arm, and pulled her on top of him. He let his hands rest on the curve of her back.

Marinette was so happy she couldn’t wait any longer. She smiled widely at him. “Iloveyou!” She squeaked out.

The shock on his face made her smile dim slightly. “You what?” He managed to gasp out.

She stared him straight in the eye and smiled nervously. “I lo-um. I loooo-er.” She groaned quietly and let her head drop onto his chest.

Chat swallowed. “Are you trying to say, that you love me?” He lifted her chin so he could see her face.

Marinette answered by pressing her lips gently to his. He allowed it for a moment before she pulled back. “That’s a yes I take it?” He asked.

Marinette nodded, a flush on her cheeks.

Chat chuckled deep in his chest. “I love you too, Princess.” He purred.

Since she was laying across his chest Marinette could feel the chuckle and the purr. She hummed happily in response to his words and smiled so wide it hurt.

Chat grinned back. “So, does this mean you’re my princess now?”

She giggled and pressed a kiss to his chin. “Only if you’re my prince.” She murmured.

“And here I thought I was your knight.” He teased.

Marinette smirked and flicked his bell. “You’re a little higher ranked than that now.”

He purred and flipped them over so that he was above her on his elbows. “Would you say I’m on top of you?” He wiggled is eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes and laughed before putting her hands on his cheeks and tugging him down to her lips.

Chat slowly relaxed into the kiss as his eyes slid shut.

Marinette’s arms fell to the ground and she smiled into the kiss when she heard him purr.

They broke apart a second later and stared into one another eyes as they tried to catch their breaths.

“This feels familiar.” Marinette chuckled.

Chat looked at her confused. “What do you mean?”

Marinette suddenly paled. “Uh, nothing! We’re just kissing again is all!” She said nervously.

“Why don’t we familiarize ourselves further then?” He pressed his lips against her neck and she could feel her breath hitch.

“S-sure.” She moaned. The feeling of his soft lips on her neck was making her head spin.

She couldn’t stop the embarrassing sounds coming from her lips at the heavenly feeling of his gentle kisses and licks. When he copied her bite from yesterday she let out a small mewling sound that made Chat grin against her neck.

To wipe the grin off his face she gently pulled his head back by his hair and forced her tongue into his mouth.

From where she was under him she could feel his purr get louder. As his tongue weaved against her own she buried her hands deeper into his fluffy hair.

Chat pulled back a bit and Marinette’s tongue chased him. This let Chat grasp her tongue and, using his mouth, sucked gently on it. She couldn’t help but moan at the strange feeling. He stopped after a moment and pulled back. A thin string of saliva still connected them.

“So that’s where you disappeared to yesterday.”

Marinette and Chat jumped away from each other at Sabine’s sudden entrance. Once they were both away from each other Marinette tried to desperately wipe away the saliva on her chin while Chat spoke.

“This isn’t what is looks like!” Marinette gave him a look that said ‘Are you kidding me?’ he looked back at her sheepishly.

Sabine smiled and shook her head. “I think you two were kissing. Am I wrong?” She asked coyly.

Marinette sighed, defeated. “Yes Maman, we were kissing.”

Sabine hummed in consideration and used her hand to cover an amused smile. “I’m assuming you weren’t getting scraps to design with then?”

Marinette grabbed at her arm guiltily. “Yes. I mean no I wasn’t.” She looked away from her mother. “I was kissing Chat then too.” She blushed.

Sabine giggled excitedly. Marinette looked at her with dread.

“I see how it is.” Sabine murmured. “Marinette, would your boyfriend mind staying for dinner?” Her eyes gleamed.

Marinette paled. “Of course madam. I would be honored.” Chat said, ignoring Marinette shaking her head rapidly at him. When He finished speaking she groaned in defeat.

“Sounds great!” Sabine said cheerfully. “I’ll call you two downstairs when it’s ready.” She smiled and then added with a wink as she left. “Have fun!”

Marinette turned red. “Maman!” Her mother giggled as she shut the hatch.

The two stood awkwardly for a moment before Chat finally broke the silence. “Boyfriend huh?” He looked at her intensely.

Marinette shifted on her feet nervously. “Yeah, I mean… if that’s fine with you?” She asked, their eyes meeting.

“I’d like that.” He smiled.

Taken from the final chapter of my Ash x Johnny NSFW fanfiction, Stay With Me”. (take heed of the Mature rating before you click the link below.)


Glancing down, Johnny took in her lax face. Even with smudged eyeshadow, mushed quills, and cheek squished against his chest, Ash was still breathtakingly beautiful. Curvy figure drowning in his green and gold sweater, so cozy and warm as she draped herself over him. Johnny could scarcely remember a time in which he’d been more content with life…how this rocker rebel had stolen his heart and he never wanted it back.

Ash suddenly shifted in his arms, burrowing her nose into his throat before she became still again. One of her hands grasping at his fur when a contented sigh escaped; joined shortly afterward with a mumbled, “g'nite” whispered into his fur.

“Night, Love.” Johnny smiled, cheeks burning as he pressed his cheek to her forehead.

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If you’re interested, I also did a NSFW accompanying pict to go with the chapter as well. ;-p

anonymous asked:

Harry is perched on the floor, long legs crossed over one another. Louis is sitting opposite of him, in the exact same position. In between, them is a little boy, utterly confused, looking quickly between the two. "Come on, Ernie, Mangoe," Harry coos, holding a slice up to his lips. "Crisps, Ernie, yummy," Louis interrupts, waving a few to grab his little brothers attention. "Lou," Harry scolds lightly, his full lip pouting out. "Hazza, you're not turning me brother into a hippie, like you."

“Mangoes are hipster food,” Harry shakes his head fondly, but focuses on the task at hand, brushing the mango against his little lips. Louis crinkles the bag of crisps, trying to distract him. Harry ruffles his curls against Ernie’s cheek, making him squeal, but lean into him. Louis huffs, fondly, of course, when he sees his brother open his mouth and bite into the slice of mango. Harry raising an eyebrow at him. “Good boy, who’s your favourtie?” Harry coos, hoisting him up into his arms.

Louis, sneakily, snatches a piece of mango, and mushed it into Harry’s cheek. Ernest laughing out of control as Harry tries to looks put off, but instead giggles himself. And leans in, rubbing his cheeks against Louis’ stubbly one, spreading the mush. And life couldn’t get any better. His two favorite boys.

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Um, first of all rude. 

Second of all, I was like ‘wtfuck is this person talking about?’ because I use Queue+ which let’s you queue an unlimited amount of posts so I have like 16,000 in a queue and it’s a surprise every hour what’s going to pop up and so I just went through my posts and realised you were referring to this post of Harry feeding Ernest a mango.

Playing devil’s advocate I was like, “Well maybe it’s Louis…” But that fool has very distinctive hands and fingernails (like his husband);

I love science, but my favourite thing about that post is this:

“Look you didn’t have to do all this to prove its Harry. Literally who else would feed a toddler a mango?” - @sfylinson 

JIYONG’S REACTION TO YOU SWEARING:

Jiyong would be a little taken aback the first few times to see you swearing between words, or once in a while, maybe every few sentences — whatever type of swearer you are. But he’s not exactly got the most innocent, cleanest mouth himself… So it’d just become something that’s part of your charm. He’d egg you on at times, try to get a reaction out of you to get you to swear and then find it hilarious as hell, probably mush your cheeks up and ask how you can be so cute even when you’re using some of the most colourful words in existence. As a matter of fact, he’d take this trait from you and make fun of it both in and out of bed. Sometimes he’d ‘punish’ you for it, other times he’d make you use only swears to communicate during sex. It’d just become something part of your regular life together and indeed your sex life too. You’d tease him for swearing and he’d tease you. It’d be pretty funny to catch each other out when you both try to go 'as long as you can’ without swearing, and when you both fail, you just accept that you’re really fucking bad at keeping your words clean.

anonymous asked:

part of the photoshoot would be awesome and she's their best friend. THank youuuu

Here you go, my lovely! I hope you like it. I tried really hard to bring to life how I imagined things in my head. I hope I did it justice 💕

Request: girl!! do an imagine or a bullet point of going on a photoshoot in NJ with the boys. I need that in my life


Impromptu

Laughing at some horribly sad joke that Grayson cracked, you hopped into the passenger seat of Ethan’s truck just as he buckled himself into the driver’s seat. From the rearview mirror you could see Grayson making himself more than comfortable, excitedly chatting away with Bryant, whom you three had received from the airport, early that morning.

Being best friends with the Twins had its perks. You got to interact with some of the best in the field and you got to spend some quality time with your two best friends, something you missed terribly every time the Twins flew back to L.A after a far too short trip home to New Jersey. Although the Twins were generous enough to have flown you out to meet them from time to time, nothing came close to having them back home.

There was something about New Jersey, especially when the Twins were around. Everything seemed more alive. You in particular felt more awake. Somehow, not having your best friends around, would leave you to live life a little less brightly, almost as though the sun were peaking from behind the clouds, too shy to bask in her own glory.

Lost in your thoughts, your head poking out of the car just enough for the breeze to play with your hair, you almost missed the click of the camera. Turning back to see which of the Twins Bryant had just captured, you were taken aback to see the camera pointed at you.

Feeling a sudden blush flood your cheeks, you bent your head, hiding behind your long locks. You were not one to brave the camera, your shy demeanour always getting the better of you, feeling far more comfortable behind the lens than in front of it. 

You heard Bryant chuckle before reverting back to his conversation with Grayson while Ethan joined in from time to time. You went back to enjoying the scenery go by you, preferring to enjoy the view than try and figure out where Ethan was driving all of you.

Soon, you had reached a massive cornfield that seemed to stretch on for yards. A quick conversation with the owner later, you were helping Bryant set up the cameras while Ethan and Grayson scoped out possible locations. 

Once everything was set, you stood behind Bryant, a more than happy observer. You were fascinated by the whole process. The sudden switch in behaviour when it came to the Twins, almost as though they stepped into the shoes of the celebrities that they actually were, channeling their model-esque looks while Bryant moved from one position to another, his camera relentlessly snapping away, with music blasting from Grayson’s speaker, setting the perfect mood. 

At some point, you heard Ethan yell for you. Almost as though in a maze, you entered the corn fields, pushing away stalks that were far taller than you, following Ethan’s voice until finally, found him. You approached him with a questioning look, wondering if there was something he needed before Bryant started shooting again. Instead, you were met with a big goofy smile. Before you could comprehend what was happening, you heard rustling behind you. Just as you were about to turn, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and haul you in the air.

‘Grayson!’ you screeched, your laugh echoing through the field, accompanied by the furious clicking sound of Bryant’s camera. Just as Grayson put you down, Ethan swooped in, his injured arm slinging over your shoulder, the other pressing your cheeks together, mushing them until your lips were pouting, fish like. Bewildered, your eyes widened, your ears acutely aware of Bryant’s camera. Swatting his hand away, you turned to walk or rather flee but the Twins sandwiched you, their arms coming under your shoulders and legs, lifting you up and swinging you back and forth.

“PUT. ME. DOWN!’ you yelled but it fell on deaf ears. 

Their laughs boomed as you tried squirming out of their grasp but to no avail. Giving up, you decided to play along. Once they placed you back on solid ground, you hopped on Grayson’s back, silently ordering him to piggyback you back to the truck, your face thrown back in unadulterated happiness as he jogged towards the vehicle, bouncing you along while Ethan raced you both. 

Seating yourselves, Ethan drove you all to the next stop before halting unexpectedly when Bryant yelled at him to. Parked in the middle of some swampy roads, Bryant decided to video a few shots of Ethan and Grayson riding through on their dirt bikes. Lifting the bikes off the bed of their truck with a little help from you, they got to it. 

At one point, more so because of your own obliviousness, you got splattered with mud as Gray rode past you, his eyes focused on avoiding the potholes while you stood too close to the puddles. Gasping, you stared down at your frayed denim shorts and grey tee that now seemed to be be decked with polka dots of mud and dirt. Your legs were icky with wet mud as were parts of your arm. You could feel flecks of it in your hair and on your face too and boy, were you unhappy about it.

‘I am going to kill you Grayson Bailey Dolan!’ you screeched, scooping up a fistful of mud before flinging it at him. Hitting him right in the centre of his chest, you had perhaps a minute to savour the perfect aim before Grayson was picking up his own handful. Next thing you know, Ethan had joined in as well and it was as though you three had gone back in time to when you were five years old. 

Panting, short of air, you looked at one another while Bryant laughed away, the only one standing clean and unharmed, his camera as always having captured every single moment of the little mud fight you just had, none having come out of it, victorious.

‘Guess the beach would be the next move,’ Ethan said, chuckling.

Having put the bikes back in the bed of the truck, the three of you spread towels, something you were mindful enough to carry loads of, over your seats to avoid ruining the leather, before heading to the beach. Although the sun was now starting to set, it in no way hampered the mood or the lightening for these shoots.

Having swapped seats with Grayson, Ethan now found himself in the backseat, his head leaning in, face illuminated as he scrolled through the multitude of pictures Bryant had taken so far, commenting on them as he did.

Arriving at the beach, you hopped out, pulling down your shorts hurriedly, impatient to rid yourself of the stained outfit. Throwing your top over your head and into the car, you ran towards the cold waters, the bright blue and white striped bikini you had worn underneath your clothes, complementing the tan you had going for you, thanks to the Jersey summer. Ethan and Grayson followed suit, wearing bathing suits of yellow and white, their well maintained bodies attracting quite a few eyes as they caught up to you.

Splashing water at each other, laughter hung heavy in the air as you three frolicked, often splashing water at Bryant too, boisterously laughing at his panicked expression each time he thought his camera was in danger. At one point, you tried futilely to push Ethan into the war and instead toppled over yourself, while Ethan simply pointed at you and laughed, the biggest smile on his face. It disappeared soon enough when Grayson came charging at him and finished for you, what you couldn’t. Joining you in the water, all three of you submerged yourselves, squealing as your heads broke the surface, hair sticking to your faces, eye lashes lined with droplets of water. 

Foolishly, Grayson challenged you and Ethan to a chicken fight. Effortless hoisting you on his shoulders, Ethan and you tackled Grayson, your yells of victory drowning out Gray’s complaints of it being an uneven fight.

Time flew by and none of you sensed it pass you by. The happiness, antics and laughter more than consuming all your energy and attention.

Soon though, it was starting to get dark and the water’s temperature had dropped enough to make all three of you shiver. Hurrying back to the truck, all of you wrapped yourselves in the leftover towels, even Bryant, whose legs were drenched through from wading in the water, chasing after all of you with the camera. Switching on the heater and after connecting the playlist to the speaker, Grayson pulled out and started the drive back home once all of you had changed into fresher sets of clothes.

The drive back home was familiar. While Ethan and Grayson bounced jokes off of each other, shoving each other from time to time, you sat back and enjoyed it all, taking in every moment of the precious time you got to share with them. Looking through the photographs Bryant had taken, anybody could point out just how happy all of you looked, your smiles spread ear to ear, the happiness in the photographs so infectious, even seeing them had you smiling. 

As evening turned to night, both Ethan and Bryant slipped in to an unexpected slumber and Grayson and you shared a comforting silence, you reminisced over today and the countless other memories you had with the Twins, each one so incredibly perfect.

Looking out of your window, softly sighing to yourself, you smiled.

It was all because of the magic that Jersey held, that little spark that made things so right, the laughs more loud, the smiles more wide…everything somehow became better, the pieces fitting perfectly, when it was you three in Jersey.

Lost Temper

Imagine: Elijah losing his temper due to stress, so he takes it out on you with rough sex. (Requested ~Smut~)

“Hey Babe.” You didn’t have to look up from your magazine to know it was Elijah in the front door. But there was no answer which made you frown. You glanced up, seeing Elijah pacing the front hallway, hands running through his hair and all. This wasn’t like him and you were starting to worry. 

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Rescue Me

****So…I don’t really like it but I figured I would post it anyway cause whatever. This will be my ongoing series for my blog. fingers crossed! I suck at previews so just enjoy! Let me know what you guys think!

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“Where we going?”

Glancing in my rear view mirror, I smiled at my three year old daughter, Zaleigh. Her eyes were on, Ellie, her elephant build a bear, a wide smile stretched across her face. Usually her hair would be hanging in her face but for the occasion, I pulled her unruly black curls back into a bun. Having her hair out of her face showcased her deep dimples and light hazel eyes. Everyone would say she looked like my twin but it was only the dimples, other than that we have nothing in common.

“You remember I told you we were gonna see some of our family today?” I asked her putting my focus back on the road ahead of me.

“Mmhmm. With the pool, mommy?”

“Yep, Zae.”

She didn’t ask any more questions, she put all of her focus back on Ellie.

This was our first time back in Florida since Zaleigh was about nine months old. Her daddy moved us up to Kansas. He said it was for the betterment of our family but that wasn’t it at all. It’s been the longest years of my life without physical contact with my parents, other family and friends. But we’re back now, that’s what matters.

                                       ******

Zaleigh’s excitement had turned into nervousness after I had taken her out of the car. Usually she would opt to walk, or run, instead she begged me to pick her up and clung tightly too me when I did. There were so many cars parked in front of my parents’ house, I realized they probably called all the family we have here and more. I could smell food from the grill and hear the laughing and talking that was going on in the backyard.

Figuring no one would hear the doorbell, I walked us over to the tall, beige picket fence and opened it.

Familiar faces of my cousins were the first people I saw. They hugged me and attempted to talk to Zaleigh but she was having none of it. Laughing it off, I told them to give her a little time in a few minutes she would be ready to talk. Walking quickly through the throng of guests, I made my way to my mom, who was sitting in a lawn chair with two women siting opposite her in lawn chairs as well. I approached her with a big smile feeling tears fill my eyes.

“Mama.” I called out catching her attention.

Without any words, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around me and Zae. In response to the contact, Zaleigh wiggled around to see who it was. Her eyes lit up.

“Nana!” Zae squealed holding arms out to her.

Even though, Zae hadn’t seen her grandparents in the flesh in years I was still able to FaceTime with them so they had a relationship. Happily, my mom took her from me squeezing her gently and placed kisses on the side of her face.

“Is that PopPop’s angel?”

My dad marched right over to us smiling and holding his arms out for Zaleigh. My mom passed her to him then wiped the happy tears from her cheeks. Daddy kissed my forehead before walking away with Zaleigh.

“My babies are finally back,” Mama squealed pulling me back to the ladies she was talking to.

“Oh, Melanie, you remember Patricia and Morgan?” She asked me as she pulled me to sit beside her.

I nodded greeting them politely. Morgan is my mom’s best friend from high school and my godmother. And Patricia is my mom’s other best friend who has lived beside us my whole life. Her, her husband and their four kids. We all grew up together, her youngest son and I were best friends until I left for Kansas. I haven’t talked to or seen him in person in years.

“Is that your baby? She’s so big.”

“Yep, that’s my baby, Ms. Patricia,” I laughed looking over at her and my dad. “She turned three on Christmas Eve.”

“She is so pretty. She clearly got it from her mom.”

Before I could tell Ms. Patricia thank you, my mom butted in playfully telling her that Zae got her good looks from her. The compliment made me feel a little better. Back in Kansas the only thing people ever said was how she didn’t look like me at all and only a little like her father.

“I think she looks like someone but I can’t put my finger on it,” Morgan added looking lost in thought.

My mom gave her a certain look then smiled at me again, pushing me towards the back door. “Go inside and bring those other plates out, Melly.”

Mama sending me inside meant there was something she wanted to say that she didn’t want me to hear. It was probably about Zaleigh’s dad. I’m just not sure what else there is to say about him that she hadn’t already. If that’s what she was going to talk about.

I searched and searched the walk-in pantry for the plates but I didn’t see them.

“I didn’t think you were really here.”

Jumping from the voice, I turned to face them clutching my chest. I was going to yell at them until I realized who it was.

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“You need a freaking bell, Joe.”

He laughed stepping inside the pantry away from the doorframe.

“And you gotta stop being so scary, Melly. You act like something was gonna jump out at you.”

“This is why I never liked you.”

Him and I smiled at each other as he closed the gap between us and pulled me into a hug. He smelled as good as I remembered. He towered over me in the hug but I don’t mind. It’s always been like this through our friendship. Cheek to chest.

“It’s been a long time,” He whispered still holding onto me.

I nodded trying to pull away from the hug.

“Not yet. Just let me hold on to you a little longer so I know I’m dreaming.”

He must have find out about what happened between Zaleigh’s dad and I. I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in the backyard knew. Nevertheless, I stood in his embrace holding onto his waist. I’m glad to be back with my family and friends.


Joe and I ended up siting in the kitchen, at the breakfast bar, talking and joking around. We connected like we never left one another.

“I can’t believe you.” I laughed reaching over to hit his shoulder.

“I swear that’s what happened,” He said holding his hands up a if he was praying, “You can ask my brother.”

As he continued on with his story, I couldn’t help but admire him a little. He looked a lot different since the last time I saw him. Longer hair, leaner, a lot more built and a full beard. I always thought he was handsome and is even more true now.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

Zaleigh ran through the backdoor straight for me giggling as she came over. Scooping her up in my lap, I kissed her cheek and brushed hair from her face.

“Baby! Baby!” I squealed back at her.

She bounced in my lap happily. “Can we stay here?”

“I dunno, Zae. I kind of wanted to stay at our house tonight,” I told her avoiding her puppy dog eyes, “Don’t you wanna stay in your new room?”

And here comes the pouting. I swear I hated when she pouted. It was something she did with her father all the time. Whenever she pouted, cried or even looked pitiful he would give in to whatever she wanted. He may not have been good a person to anyone but he was to Zaleigh for a while. That was all that mattered to me.

 

“No. Wanna stay here. You go.”

 

Narrowing my eyes at her, I gave her my best mom face. To be honest I’m still perfecting it, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. Once she decided to look away, I moved my attention to Roman who was smiling at us.

 

“You should let her stay.”

 

Zaleigh jumped at the sound of his voice. She turned in my lap to face him, her once pouty face now shifted into a smiling face. It was because she knew she was about to get her way.

 

“Oh, no!” I said catching his attention. “You will not spoil her too. Her father and my parents have done enough.”

 

“Not my daddy,” Zaleigh mumbled lying her head back on my chest. Joe and I locked eyes after she said until I looked away. “Just let her stay, Mel. You and I can do some catching up.” After all was said, him and I just stared until he grinned at me wiggling his brows. The wiggle had made Zaleigh laugh but it was the grin that got me. That damn boyish grin, it made him look so innocent but I knew better. That grin has gotten me in a lot of trouble in the years that I’ve known him.  

 

Joe held his arms out to Zaleigh and surprisingly she reached out for him. As much as she talks, she can be super shy so with this being her first time seeing him, that she remembers, and she goes to him is shocking to me. She made herself comfortable in his lap facing me. Joe held her tiny hands in his larger ones and leaned down so he could talk to her.

 

“If you wanna stay you gotta smile at your mommy, Princess,” he semi-whispered looking down at her. “No sad face?” The genuinely confused face made the both of us laugh. She is a character. “Nah. See mommy can’t turn down a smile.” Zaleigh seemed to be pondering it for a second, looking back and forth between Joe and I. She squinted her eyes and sighed, “How you know?”

 

“Cause I’m mommy’s bestest friend,” he told her smiling over at me. My cheeks started to heat up and hurt from the big smile on my face. “Mommy best friend a girl.” Joe laughed taking a second to smooth his hand over his hair. “I’m her real best friend.”

 

“Whats your name?”

 

“Joe, Princess.”

 

“Ace,” she squealed moving to throw her arms around his neck. With a confused look on his face he hugged her back and gave me a crazy look. All I could do was laugh, it was what I used to call him when we were kids. My mom told her about him a few times before. He hadn’t heard it in years I’m sure. “That’s me,” he said pulling away, “Now come on. Let’s smile at mommy and ask her really nicely.” They mushed their cheeks together and smiled, making me giggle. They looked absolutely ridiculous.

 

“Can I stay, mommy? Peaaaase??”

 

“Yeah, Mommy,” Joe added, “Peaaaase.”

 

Staring at them, I tried to keep a straight face but failed miserably. When I fell into a fit of laughter Joe told her that was yes and to go tell her grandparents that she was staying. “You know she’s gonna expect you to rescue her like that all the time right?” I asked standing from my seat. “That’s alright with me. As long as I can rescue her mama, too.” Joe dropped his voice, something he did when he flirted. Some things never changed.

 

“You’re my best friend, remember,” I asked.

 

“For all intents and purposes, you’re right,” he shrugged pulling me to stand between his legs, “But there were times when we weren’t. Yeah?”

 

“I don’t recall.”

 

“We’ve got some time to go down memory lane.”

 

“I’m a married woman, Joe. You should not be flirting with me.” I put my naked ring finger in his face making him laugh. Grasping it, he placed a kiss to where my ring should have gone.

 

“I have reason to believe that you’re not married. And my sources never lie.”

 

Slipping my hand from his grasp, I stepped away from her backing up to the back door. “We should get back out there before they send a search party.”

 

“You’re right but we’ve gotta leave at some point. Right?”

Early Monday Mornings (Pyro x Reader)

   It was 4 am. The streets of London were empty; a rare occurrence. The living room was illuminated by a soft blue glow from the old sitcom playing quietly on the television. Empty bowls of cereal surrounded by little kernels of popcorn litter the coffee table. Niall’s deep breathing bounces off the walls and almost completely muffles the show that you’re not interested in. Your gaze turns to him and you giggle at his tired state. Strands of strawberry blonde hair scatter across his face and his cheeks are mushed together because of the pillows. His legs lay across your lap and yours rest on the coffee table. Unexpectedly, a loud commercial appears, pulling Niall out of his sleep. He jumps slightly at the sound and his eyes squint from the bright white light.

 He curses under his breath and you laugh softly before tapping his leg, “Hey, lets go to bed, yeah?” Niall simply grumbles more and you shake him a little harder. “Niall, come on. We have things to do tomorrow. Get up, you lazy cunt.” 

This makes him sit up, but instead of standing he grabs your waist and pulls you down beside him. “You don’t have to be rude about it,” he says tiredly. You squirm and try to get out of his grip, but in reality, you really didn’t want to leave. You sigh loudly and allow your body to grow heavy, falling asleep to the sound of cheesy comedic laughter and the scent of Niall. 

anonymous asked:

can i request headcanon of Aizawa and Present Mic (separate) when their s/o is latin and sometimes speak spanish please?

Sure!! Sounds fun! - Mod Honey

Aizawa Shouta

  • He hears them out of the blue for the first time he’ll crinkled his nose and look at them funny cause he’s not sure what just happened
  • Though he likes it, quite interested in comparing the difference between japanese and spanish onomatopoeias  
  • Keeps note on what they say, learning bits and pieces of Spanish, first thing he asks is what the Spanish word for “Cat” is
  • He’ll greet them time to time in Spanish, his pronunciation is terrible though (He’s very earnest though, trying to get the pronunciation right)
  • Get ready for red eyes and floating hair! He’ll definitely will intimidate a person into submission if they make fun of or discriminate against his s/o

Yamada Hizashi

  • First time he hears them speak spanish he’s like “You—what, huh?”
  • It clicks a few moments later that s/o knows how to speak Spanish and he gets all excited and asks how to say a couple words, nearly screaming the words they taught him in that moment
  • He tries to learn Spanish privately! Definitely wants to surprise them and wants to communicate them in their own language. 
  • Starts saying “I love you” in Spanish, while mushing s/o’s cheeks in his hands (His pronunciation is nearly perfect!)
  • Will honestly threaten someone if they’re rude or discriminate against his s/o
Mi amor (Part 2)

Pairing: Rafael Barba x reader

Word Count: 1224

Warnings:  None, fluff.

A/N: I want this series to be super fluffy! REQUESTS are open! Keep the feedback coming! I was really happy with the feedback and love I have been getting for this series! Also starting a tag list for the series so just let me know if you want to be added!!! Thank you guys and enjoy!

Previous Parts: 
Part 1Part 2 Part 3Part 4 


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Today was another day and Rafael was woken by something softly attacking his face, if that was even possible. His mind was wandering back into the night before, sharing stories at the bar with Liv and the SVU team, finally getting to meet Y/N. Y/N, the very thought of her made his smile and then his eyes fluttered open. Y/N was the culprit of Rafael feeling the soft face ‘attack.’ She was kissing his face all around until he finally had woken up.

“Good morning to you too,” he said smiling at her.

“I just thought I would wake you up with a more gentler touch,” she continued, “also I was thinking we could go out for breakfast this morning. Since it is Sunday and both of us are off.”

And that is whenever Rafael’s phone went off, it was Liv.

“I promise we will resume this and I will give it to someone else. Just let me take this call mi amor,” he said answering the phone.

Y/N knew something was up by the frown that had appeared on his face just after a few minutes that he was on the phone with Liv.

“Alright, we’ll wait here for you,” Rafael said pressing end on the phone.

“Wait for who? Rafael what’s going on?” Y/N said getting out of the bed and putting on her robe.

“Nothing,” he said playing it off.

“No me mientas Rafael,” she said warningly.

“There was this guy outside of the courthouse after I convicted his brother, he threatened me, but I thought nothing of it. But now, Liv said there was some recent chatter from one of the undercovers saying they have reason to believe they’re trying to come after me. Liv and Carisi are coming to escort us to a safe house,” Rafael sighed, “I’m sorry mi amor, I never thought that this would happen. I didn’t mean to get you in the middle of this.”

“Rafi, stop. I know you’re going to try and blame yourself for this, but you’re not to blame. It’s not like you wanted to be stuck with death threats,” she said softly holding his hand.

“Ok, we should grab some clothes, some of the food from the pantry and our toothbrushes,” he said.

“Okay. And look at me,” she said grabbing his cheeks and mushing them to face her, “I am okay with this. This is not your fault and I love you.”

He looked at her with a soft small, reaching all the way to his eyes.

“What did I do to deserve you.?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied and kissed him.

Rafael grabbed some food from the pantry, toiletries, and clothes. Then it was Liv and Carisi at the door.

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” Carisi asked shaking her hand.

“I’m fine, considering everything,” she said smiling.

“You’re taking this pretty well,” he said honestly.

“Yeah, well Rafael was upset that I somehow got involved and may be in danger. He’s probably going to be angrier than usual so please tread lightly,” she warned knowing the habits and mood swings of her boyfriend.

“Let’s hurry up and go, get this over with so we can actual enjoy our lives,” he said directing his irritation towards Carisi and Liv.

“Mi amor, there is nothing they can do about it right now. You’re lucky you have friends to stay with us instead of some first day on the job detective,” she looked at him warningly.

“Si, but that doesn’t mean I have to like being sought after by some deer during hunting season,” he said.

“Rafael, por favor para mi, just relax. Think of it as getting away for the weekend,” Y/N offered some wisdom.

And with that headed to the safe house, no one except the SVU team knowing the location of them. Liv and Carisi went to follow some lead they had on the people after Y/N and Rafael, while Rollins and Fin had the first shift in protecting them.

They settled in nicely in the dingy room, Y/N putting her toiletries in the bathroom, and Rafael setting the food in the make-do kitchen.

“You brought food?” questioned Rollins.

“Yeah, I’m not sure how long we are going to be here and it beats eating pizza and takeout forever,” he shrugged.

“So, ADA Barba also cooks?” Rollins asked with eyebrows raised and Y/N walked right into just in time to answer her question.

“Not only does he cook,” she started, “but he cleans and gives the world’s best massages.” Rafael began to blush.

“No way,” Fin said getting off the couch to join the conversation.

“Like I said, there is a lot you do not know about the Rafael Barba I know,” Y/N looked towards Barba smiling.

They sat there for a while talking about the case and catching the people after Rafael. The rest of the day went by fairly quickly, them deciding to order some pizza for the first night. Apparently after a call from Liv, they said the situation would take longer than expected, over a week maybe. Liv and Carisi came to relieve Rollins and Fin for the night, and they would return back in the morning.

“Well, this has been really fun talking to you guys, but I have to head to bed. Tomorrow I have to figure out all of those case files and then have someone take them over to the court house and hospital for me,” she said.

“Alright, mi amor, I’ll be right in to lay with you,” he said kissing her cheek as she got up to head to bed.

“Okay, goodnight everyone,” she said to everyone heading to bed, and everyone returned the goodnight.

A few hours later Rafael was heading to bed also, but Liv had asked for an extra toothbrush that Rafael had happened to pack.

“It’s in the bathroom over here,” he said lowly as to not wake up Y/N.

“I just can’t believe you have been involved with her for the longest time and me, being a detective, did not find out until a few days ago,” Liv said shocked as Rafael handed her the toothbrush and they were stopped against the wall, and in front of the bed, in which lays Y/N sleeping.

“I know. I just wanted to be sure of everything before she met anyone, I didn’t want it to be a formal introduction and, to be completely honest, I didn’t know how to bring it up,” he admitted.

“It’s good that she is okay with this and your job in general,” Liv pointed out.

“Yeah,” he looked over at her sleeping form, “she takes everything so well. I have never met a more kind and patient women. You know what she says to me whenever I cancel dinner to work a case or cancel one of our dates?”

Liv gestured looking for an answer.

“She says ‘who else is going to save the world?’ and then she smiles at me and says ‘eres mi amor para siempre’ meaning I’m her love for ever. I don’t know what I did to deserve that sort of treatment,” he said plainly and honestly.

“You tried lots of bad guys and you’re genuinely a nice person,” Liv said.

“Thank you,” he said following Liv to the door of the bedroom, “goodnight.”


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anonymous asked:

💔 💋 ❣ for Asahi and Kuroo pretty please luv u and your blog <3

How to arouse him;

ASAHI

• Playing at innocence is your best shot if you ask me. Perhaps “accidentaly” making something sound like a possible innuendo and then as you watch him get flustered and blushy, start worrying like crazy, checking him for a temperature as you get up in his face 😏

• Depending on how naughty you want to be, discreet touches drive him insane while you’re in public. If you link your arm around his as you press your chest on him in the most casual way he’ll be down on his knees in mere minutes. If he even lasts for that long.

• If you’re on your own though, at the comfort of your own home, it will be enough to start sweet talking and offering him a massage then allowing your hands to wander when he isn’t expecting them.

KUROO

• The better question is how to NOT arouse him. If he’s truly into you he could find you biting your lip as you’re solving a math problem the hottest erotica in existance.

• Even though I’ve got to say that he has a preference of you waking him up with a kiss down south while you’re wearing cat ears. Just saying.

• Did I mention that he probably has the biggest master/servant kink? Scratch that, he has quite a lot of kinks in general and you can play at any each one of them and he would be down for taking you on a desk in the library as you play who can be quieter so that no one hears you.

• He sooo does his best to make you as loud as possible; getting caught is incredibly arousing for him. You know the one, forbidden fruit or not he was starving and it was damn delicious.

KISSING HC

ASAHI

• If you’re in public, he’ll be hesitant on PDA but when you’re alone he likes to both kiss and be kissed gently and passionately.

• Run your hands through his hair as you’re kissing him and he will become a complete mush. His cheeks will reach a new and yet undiscovered shade of red!

• His hands will always reach out for your waist while you’re at it in hopes of you jumping at him and wrapping your legs around his own waist. He’ll do anything to make the kiss deeper and more meaningful.

KUROO

• Oh man, I have already made a long list of kissing headcanons on our cat-boy here, but I’ll put a few here just for good measure!

• Kiss him, literally, in any way you want. He doesn’t mind anything, quite on the contrary actually, he loves being affectionate with his partner!

• When he’s feeling particularly playful he’ll try lingering kisses or just moving away, teasing you with his height as he watches how flustered your expression becomes.

• Much like Kenma, I’m putting my money on the fact that he would be a complete slut for morning/night kisses. Not just one or two, he wants to be showered! If you give him just a few you can expect him whining for more in mere minutes.

NSFW/STEAMY TURN OFFS;

ASAHI

• This one isn’t exactly a turn off but it’s definitely going to make the mood slightly awkward– saying out flatly that you wanna do it. Probably *only* in the beginning of the relationship though because he would feel insecure about messing up or making you feel uncomfortable under such pressure. What pressure, might you ask? In his mind, if you’re the one asking it he’ll feel as if you’ve grown impatient with his pace. You know he can be a people pleaser at times.

• Overdoing it with scratching probably wouldn’t sit well with him. It could be just me but I think he would be against heavy marking of his partner because he’s afraid that people will think he’s harming her due to his thug personality.

• Bad hygiene. I don’t think there’s much to add onto that, he really isn’t picky about stuff but he believes a shower and tooth brushing should go without saying.

KUROO

• He would respect his s/o no matter what but if she were to be strongly against any and all experimenting and only wanted what felt good for her, he’d be kind of turned off. Sure, he wants you happy and he doesn’t mind doing anything for you but he dislikes the fact that it’s a one way street.

• Linking to the first one, he’d be pretty put off if the girl would remain in the starfish position as he takes her while she gives no response whatsoever at all times. She should at the very least try something.

• Faking moans would legit make him drop you in split second. You gotta remember his pride would be hurt and he’d rather she asks him to stop and try something else rather than fake pleasure for his sake. As I already mentioned, it’s a two-way street for him and he wants you to be honest about what you’re comfortable with.

Raspberry Jam

Tyler Joseph x Reader fic

Warnings: None. Straight fluff.

Sorry it’s so short, but it’s cute so enjoy :) 

Originally posted by cottoncandyjoshdun

I woke up to the smell of peppermint tea. Opening my eyes, I saw the handmade mug sitting there steaming on the bedside table. A smile tugged at my lips, Tyler was home. 

I stretched my limbs with a chorus of groans, and let the cool autumn breeze that floated through the window fill my lungs. I grasped the mug gingerly as I sat up and let the steam from the tea engulf my face. It was a refreshing scent and if I hadn’t been fully awake before, I was now. Tyler never drank tea himself, preferring his energy drinks, but he knew that peppermint tea was my drink of choice. He must have gotten back from tour early this morning, I would have noticed him lying next to me otherwise. How thoughtful, that the first thing he did when he got home, was make me some tea.

I love him. 

Taking my mug with me, I wandered downstairs to the kitchen, my silk nightgown cool against my warm skin. Tyler was standing by the stove cooking breakfast, and my heart was overcome with happiness. I hadn’t seen him in months, so now that I was finally able to see his silhouette again, I was the happiest woman on the planet. 

I placed my mug down gently on the kitchen island and quickly snuck up behind Tyler. Wrapping my arms around his thin waist, I planted a kiss on the back of his neck. He hummed in response, pausing in his cooking to turn and give me a quick peck on the lips.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, his voice hoarse. 

“Overdid it a bit I see?” I giggled, releasing Tyler to his cooking and returning to my mug of tea. 

“I always seem to try harder than normal on the last show of a tour,” he nodded, a smile lighting up his face. He was clearly still on the high that the fans give him at each show. He loved giving his all to them, both of the boys did. I was sorry that I had to miss it, family obligations. 

“That’s why they love you.”

“Just them?” he asked playfully, his eyebrows wiggling.

I giggled and went over to him to grasp his face in my hands, mushing his full cheeks. Without giving him time to react, I kissed him, playfully at first, and then deeply, molding my lips against his, and teasing him with my tongue. All the pent up feelings that had grown from him being away, bubbled to the surface, releasing with a gratifying pop. I could tell that Tyler felt it too, and just before he went to hold me closer, I pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. “You know that I love you more than anything else.” I whispered. 

Tyler’s eyes were wide with surprise at the sudden passion, but softened at my words. “I know.”

“You’re going to burn the food if you don’t pay attention,” I warned, skipping away from him. He laughed, a high cheerful sound, “And who’s fault is that?” 

I just hummed in response, dancing around the island. 

“Babe,” Tyler brought my attention back to him, “you wanna make some toast? Everything else is almost ready.” 

“If you don’t mind it burnt.” 

Tyler smiled at me gently, “You won’t burn it this time, just set it to a low setting.” 

I’m not sure how it happened, but the toast burned despite my best efforts, and I burned my finger in the process. Tyler cooed and worried over me, running my hand under cool water, then carefully bandaging it after putting on antibiotic ointment. “Hopefully it won’t blister since we took care of it quickly,” his brow was furrowed, shadowing his warm eyes. I enjoyed the attention, it was cute watching him fret because of me. Purely innocent in his concern. 

When I was properly bandaged and the food was on the table, I kissed away Tyler’s worry. It felt nice to be in his arms again, to have his scent clinging to my skin. I didn’t like to admit just how much I missed him when he was on tour, preferring to keep our late night phone calls light. I didn’t want him to worry about me anymore than he already did, he needed to focus on his job. 

Tyler’s hands roamed over my body, memorizing each curve and dip. I tangled my fingers in his hair and deepened our kiss, pressing my pelvis forward against his, pushing him back into the kitchen counter. Tyler let out a small groan and I finally pulled away. “We should probably eat,” I told him breathlessly. 

He gave me a less than pleased look, but nodded, pulling out a chair for me at the table. Once I was seated, Tyler went to the fridge, pulling out a jar of jam. “For the toast,” he said with a laugh. I laughed too, anything to make it more palatable. 

The both of us enjoyed the spread Tyler had made for us, chatting all the while. I learned how the tour went, and I told him how things had been for me. We had already discussed these things on our calls, but it was with a different flavor now that we could see each other in person. And with the raspberry jam piled high on both of our toast, I couldn’t think of a better meal. 

It was good to have him home.