or could be for kicks and giggles

You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.

“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.

“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.

“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”

Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”

The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.

“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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Domestic Victuuri be like

- yuri kicking victor out of the kitchen bc he’s a wreck when it comes to making food but victor always manages to sneak back in, hop onto the counter, and giggle with his legs swinging as yuri rolls his eyes with a fond smile
- rainy days when they pile all of the blankets onto the bed and snuggle together with some hot cocoa and kisses
- going out and skating together even after they both retire and yuri watching victor skate and wondering how someone could be so fucking pretty
- victor watching yuri skate and wondering what he ever did to deserve yuri’s love
- victor sneaking into the shower when yuri’s in it bc he’s a lil shit
- which leads to sexy times, obvi
- yuri going out with phichit when he’s visiting to see the latest horror movie and victor tagging along bc he’s still (a lil more than) slightly jealous
- victor getting terrified and burying his face into yuri’s shoulder
- yuri smiles softly and kisses the top of his head
- phichit isn’t even fazed he’s so used to this by now
- lazy sunday mornings where yuri does the crossword in the newspaper while victor dramatically drapes himself over yuri’s chest
- happy times at yutopia w/ yuri’s fam and katsudon
- morning walks with makkachin
- just yuri and victor being happy and adorable and having a good life bc pls

Imagine: Taking Care of Sick Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,600

Warnings: illness I guess if that’s a warning. 

A/N: Bet you can guess where this little idea came from. I could just imagine Dean being so adorably pitiful when he was super sick and totally taking advantage of the snuggles. Sorry if it’s a little rough. Still fighting my own flu.

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to call thee mine

∟ Happy holidays to @kindclaws! 

Summary: Set after the war with Hybern has ended, Feyre and Rhys decide they’re already mates and High Lord & Lady, but now there is still just one ceremony left between them to do. With no better moment than after a victory in war during which they fought for one another, they decide to commit themselves to each other one last time and have the entire Inner Circle there to witness it. 

Tags: Lots of fluff, romance, and a hint of angst thrown in for kicks and giggles. And Morrigan. Plenty of Morrigan.

Rating: G

Only the Inner Circle is asked to come.

Well, the Inner Circle and her sisters, of course.

Elain could never have stayed away regardless. She has flowers to bring. Night blooming water lilies, jessamine, and moonflower are woven together into a bewitching arrangement of whites and magentas and midnight blues for Feyre to carry. She drove Lucien wild stitching it together all night.

It compliments the dress beautifully.

Feyre is in Morrigan’s dressing chamber, which she’s borrowed for the evening. She would have preferred to stay home and do it, but Morrigan insists a little tradition never hurt anyone. That and she wants to be there to see the stupid grin she knows will break free over her cousin’s face when he sees what she’s done to his mate. Sees her for the first time.

And oh how she has succeeded in her task like never before.

Morrigan has swept back the top of Feyre’s head in an elegant display of knots and twists that pull together behind her where the rest is allowed to fall loosely down her back in soft waves. There are small gems tucked here and there that Morrigan knows will catch the moonlight off the balcony when they go back to the House of Wind afterwards.

On her face, Feyre’s cheeks are a smooth pink blush - just the lightest touch of it to warm up her crystalline grey eyes. She convinces Mor of an equally soft shade of the color for her lips and the girls laugh as they joke about how long the color will last on those lips after the party is over later on that night.

But the dress - the dress is what will undo him. Of that both girls are sure.

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OMG OMG OMG loving your blog I was wondering if u could do peter pan smut were u really wanna get pan going to u start to flirt with Felix pan gets pissed and ties u up and fucks you hard core lots of foreplay please and thx 💋💋❤❤

Heyyy I absolutely looove you’re writing, could you do an imagine veeeryy roughh ass smut where pan is jealous at first, you can make you up any senario of that 😉 thank you!!!

Smut where Peter lies to you and you punish him by ignoring him all day but make it sexually frustrating for him by teasing him so that night she puts him in his place ;)

photo creds: @mykissingstyle


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“Shh, shh,” you giggled and darted behind the flourishing tree, a finger to your lips as you signaled Felix to be quiet. 

The footsteps you’d heard passed by, kicking up clouds of leaves in their noisy wake, and just missing you.

Felix grinned from behind the opposite tree.

“You almost got us caught you ass,” you said, poking out your tongue.

Felix grinned, his scar creasing, his goofy cheeks alight with round dimples.

“Why would it matter?” he said, shaking his shaggy blonde hair away from his eyes.

You pursed your lips, a hand on your hip when you spoke, “Because, Pan was being a dick and he doesn’t deserve our attention.”

Felix let his head rest against the bark of the scraggly tree as he listened.

 You sighed and drooped your head, “Recently, he’s refused to let me be around the lost boys, and I don’t know why. He promised me I could join in on the fun again if I swore to be on my best behavior.”

“And what a good job of that you’re doing,” Felix chuckled.

“Oh shut up. Anyways, that’s the point, he was lying, and frankly I don’t know what I should’ve expected from him anyways. So, if he’s gonna sneak around behind my back, I’ll sneak around his, cause’ two can play at that game.”

Felix shifted his position, a whisper tumbling off his chapped lips, “And how do you plan on getting your revenge?”

You giggled, your fingers twirling a stray strand of your hair by your ear.

“I’m doing it right now babe, see, I’m with you.”

Felix raised his eyebrows curiously, “Yet I get the feeling you had something else in mind?”

A golden beam of light skipped through the green overgrowth, illuminating Felix’s features.

You pointed a toe forward, a grin tickling the corners of your mouth as you drew closer to Felix’s tall stature.

“Hm?” you sung out sweetly. “Maybe you’re right, maybe there was a reason he wanted me away from the lost boys.”

Your feet crunched over the withered dead leaves on the forest floor, and Felix’s eyes lit up in recognition. He gulped down the lump in his throat, but didn’t move, instead he let you come to him. His eyes flickered across your body, which seemed petite in comparison to his.

“Prove me right then,” he said, playing along, his fingers flicking through his shaggy hair.

You swaggered closer, your last step towards him becoming a leap as you bounded into his rock hard chest. The soft dirt swirled through the air as he caught you, both arms instinctively wrapping around your rounded hips. He bent down, his lips finding yours instantly. You brought your dirty fingernails to his chin, forcibly closing the tight gap between your mouths with a soft moan. You flicked your tongue against his chapped lips, tasting them before exploring his mouth a little with your tongue, but you soon found your way back to the outside of his mouth, where you nibbled and sucked until they were smooth against yours. Felix let out a low groan into your mouth, and you caught it between your lips. Your hands streaked through his tangled hair, clawing and combing with animal-like hunger as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you firmly in his large hands, which both applied pressure to your bouncy bottom. You giggled with satisfaction and pulled away momentarily.

“I like this.”

Felix smiled, but only for a second, for his face quickly grew dark.

“I don’t,” you heard a voice say from behind your back.

Felix dropped you down to the forest floor, his eyes pulling away guiltily from yours.

“Pan,” you grumbled, facing the boy who stood back lazily against a nearby tree.

He stared straight into your eyes, green orbs reflecting the colors of the fresh forest leaves.

“Ugh,” you frowned, “Were you spying on us? Just..leave us be.”

“I won’t leave you be,” Pan said, and you were now aware that he was addressing you much more than he was Felix.

“What do you want?” you said ignoring him.

Pan’s face tightened, his eyes now moving to Felix’s. 

“I want you to leave,” he said to Felix. “I need to have a word alone with (Y/N).”

Felix opened his mouth and stuttered, “Look, don’t make this about her, I-”

“Now,” Pan repeated firmly.

Felix didn’t even throw you a second glance as he darted out of sight.

“Good,” you said sarcastically, “Great, there goes my fun.”

Peter’s nostrils flared in warning, “You think that’s fun, do you?”

You smiled angrily, eyes narrowing, “If it means that you would lay off me for even two fucking minutes then yes, it is.”

Peter’s cheeks grew warm as he retorted, “What’s this attitude about?”

“It’s about the fact that you won’t leave me alone, and that you lied to me.”

“I only lied to you to stop this precise thing from happening.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I hate seeing you like that.”

“Like what?”

“With them.”


“The lost boys, or…Felix.”


“You infuriate me.”


The tension between your bodies strung thick in the air, and your breathing was slightly heavy from snapping back at Peter so quickly.

“You think that meant something?” You murmured, referring to Felix.

“It sure looked like it,” Peter said, his voice hoarse.

“You’re stupidity drives me insane.”

“Huh?” Peter questioned, his anger receding.

“I just wanted to prove a point. If you don’t want me toying with the lost boys than that’s fine, but it’s not them you should be worried about, it’s you.”

Peter pursed his lips an eyebrow raised.

You smiled, “Your cute when your jealous, you know that?”

Peter remained still.

“The other lost boys,” you began, “Meh, they’re fun, but I can’t stand it when you isolate me and ignore me.”

“Because?” he asked.

“Because I’d never let their hands go to far, that’s just for you,” you chuckled lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

A small grin grew on Peter’s lips.

You walked over to him and inhaled his foresty scent, bringing your lips inches from his. He bent over you, lips barely brushing yours before you sent a quick slap to his cheek.

His eyebrows furrowed, a startled gasp emitting from his lips.

“That was for being such a dick.”

You turned to walk away but he grabbed you hips first, and when you blinked you were no longer outside, but instead in Peter’s cozy hideaway room.

The candles around the room cast a faint glow through the room, and the shadows flickered steadily across the dark wooden floorboards. A large bed sat in the middle of the room, draped in silky white sheets which you were instantly thrown upon.

“Agh-” you started, falling face first into the fluffy pillows. 

Peter slinked over your form, ready to bound you to the bed, but you grabbed him by the hips, seizing the rope from his hands and tying him up to the bed yourself.

His shimmering eyes stared into yours curiously, watching your every move as you ripped down every piece of clothing on his body and your own.

You trailed kisses across every inch of his skin you could reach until you found his perky shaft, which bounced up in your soft hands. You gripped your two hands around the base and dipped his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around to the beat of Peter’s muffled groans. You pecked little kisses on the top, about to push more in but instead deciding you’d prefer to tease him further. Peter tried to protest, wanting more, but you simply sat back and watched him with a small smile. You crawled over the top of his rippled chest and used it as a surface to sit on as you spread your legs wide open so that Peter could see but not touch. You smirked and licked two of your fingers before plunging them straight towards your core, dipping them in and out over and over, your eyelids slamming closed as shrill little moans fell from your lips. Peter growled, infuriated, his eyes ravenous as he watched you please yourself. You continued until a thick wave of your juices spilled across his chest, covering his smooth skin, but you didn’t clean up, and simply blinked innocently at Peter, licking your fingers clean with a loud slurp. 

“I’d share but unfortunately that wouldn’t be much of a punishment, would it?”

Peter gasped, his hands tugging at the ropes that bound him, and you saw them loosen but didn’t stop him.

You jumped back over his shaft, dipping the whole thing down your throat and pumping him until the ropes were ripped free, and his moans came loud and clear as he spat out the gag. 

Peter chucked you underneath him, making up for lost time as he chewed at your skin until it was raw, biting and kissing at your jaw, behind your ear, and down your stomach.

You moaned in pleasure, biting hard on your lower lip when his mouth found your breathing heat.

He dipped his tongue into your hole, his hands pounding at your ass cheeks with each movement of his tongue.

You didn’t know if you should scream from pleasure or pain, so you did both, your mangled cries coming loud as Peter pounded and sucked through wave after wave of your juices, his tongue swirling around continuously for what felt like eternity.

Before it had started it was over, and he instead substituted his tongue for his length, which he kept still momentarily.

“Don’t…tease me,” he growled between his clenched teeth.

“You deserved i-” you started, but your words never finished leaving your lips, for his length had entered you. Your toes curled, your fingernails clenched on his hips as he bobbed over you, dipping in and out of you to the thrum of your pleas for more. He moved faster, dipping closer to your core, his breath coming thick and heavy, sweat dripping from his forehead, eyes shut as he gasped and slammed his hips against yours roughly. A loud profanity echoed through the small room as he twitched inside of your tight body, coming down a final time, Your teeth bit at his skin roughly as you tried desperately to keep a grip on yourself, but it was no use, your come and his mingled, flowing out across your bodies and staining the silky sheets. Peter rolled over, his brown ruffled hair plastered to his forehead.

You lay there for a while, a withered mess, tears at your eyes from the intensity of Peter’s force.

“(Y/N)” Peter cooed and climbed back over you.

“N-” you began, too exhausted for more.

Peter saw your tired body and crawled down to your lap, where he cleaned up the mess he’d left with little kitten licks. When he was done, he stretched back towards you, his slender form curving around you as he pulled you close into an embrace, his lips finding the crook of your neck.

“Love?” he whispered.

“Mm,” you mumbled sleepily.

“You’re a tease.”

Shu Headcanon (Pregnant and ready to pop! Edition)

Shu’s eyes widen as you show him your rather large stomach.
You both lay on the bed and you giggle as he chases the movements from inside.
The baby should be nearly fully grown now so every movement could be seen and felt.
‘She’s really active.’ Shu sighs as the bump moves again.
'Not like her father at all right?’ You giggle.
He gives you a smirk, 'I can be active when i want.’
'And it’s moments like that that got me like this!’ You laugh.
He chuckled and rubbed the bump, a hand or arm soon kicked at him.
Shu was amazed every time he felt it.
'Shouldn’t be too long now, till your a daddy.’ You roll over and face him.
'I’m excited.’ He smiled and held you close to him.
The bump kicked and he felt it against his stomach.
'Whoa..that’s strange!’ He gasps.
'Try having it 24/7.’
'Pregnancy suits you.’ He stroked your face, 'you look perfect like this.’
'Fat and emotional?’
He sighed, 'No, you know what I mean. Your carrying my child. I love you more than ever.’
Your heart was ready to burst at his sweet words.

anonymous asked:

prompts: tsukkiyama + 45? thanks!

I’m alive and writing things again! Sorry for the wait, and thanks of requesting this. It was cute!

Tsukkiyama - “You look pretty hot in plaid.” (based on this prompt list)

Tsukishima didn’t like the beginning of spring. He didn’t like the end of spring either. Right now, though, it was the chill of the wind blowing through the budding trees that offended him the most. Things were supposed to grow when it was warm, not when it still felt like the sky could open up and throw snow down at any moment.

“Can it not be cold anymore?” He grumbled, kicking at a rock on the ground as he walked. He pulled his sweater closer around him, trying to get as much warmth out of it as possible. “I’m sick of this weather.”

Next to him Yamaguchi giggled,  skipping ahead to kick the rock out of Tsukishima’s reach.

“Tsukki, when it’s warmer you’re just going to be sick of that too.”

“So?” Tsukishima asked, looking over at Yamaguchi and narrowing his eyes. “Right now I’m tired of being freezing all the time. I’ll complain about being hot when I’m hot.”

They continued to walk down the sidewalk, Tsukishima making noises of annoyance at  the world in general. He had been so warm in practice just a few minutes ago, the heat of so many moving bodies in the gym fogging up the high windows like a sauna. Now the sweat had dried on his skin and chilled him each time the wind whipped past. He should have worn a coat this morning. He shouldn’t have trusted the brightly shining sun anymore than he trusted the weather report.

“Are you really that cold?”

Tsukishima turned to look at Yamaguchi and rolled his eyes. How  the other boy was always warmer than he was was a mystery to Tsukishima. Sometimes he thought of Yamaguchi as a furnace - generating his own heat that warmed not only him but anyone who was lucky enough to be close to him.

“Did I not just say that?”

Yamaguchi stopped in place, shrugging off his school bag and the one that held his extra clothes from practice. He unbuttoned his top layer, a dark red and black plaid flannel shirt.

“Here,” he said, pulling it off and offering to Tsukishima. “You can wear one of my layers.”

The wind rushed at him again, and Tsukishima’s fingers twitched at his side with the desire to take Yamaguchi up on his offer. He almost reached out and grabbed it, but stopped himself and instead clicked his tongue in indifference

“I’m at least two sizes bigger than you,” he said, trying to come up with a reason to refuse the shirt. If he took it not only would Yamaguchi be colder himself, but Tsukishima might not want to ever give it back.

“No you’re not,” Yamaguchi argued, shoving the shirt into Tsukishima’s hand before he tried to walk away. “You’re just gangly like some type of weird bird. Put it on.”

Tsukishima sighed heavily and gave in, knowing to put up any more fight would just leave him exhausted and wearing the shirt anyway. He dropped his bags onto the ground and pulled the shirt over his sweater, tugging it over his broad shoulders. The sleeves were inches too short, ending somewhere above his wrists, and it stretched a bit across his back, but overall Yamaguchi was right. It wasn’t uncomfortably tight or small, just a bit short.

“Whoa,” Yamaguchi said, mouth open in awe. He was staring at Tsukishima, eyes scanning his body.

Tsukishima’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink at the attention, and he tugged at the sleeves, trying to get them to cover his wrists.

“What? I told you-“

“No, no, keep it on,” Yamaguchi interrupted, grinning. He took a step closer to Tsukishima and pulled at the collar of the shirt, adjusting it so it wasn’t crinkled in on itself.

“You look pretty hot in plaid,” he said, close to Tsukishima’s ear.

The blush on Tsukishima’s cheeks changed from pink to red, and he stepped back to bend down and pick up his bags.  

“I’m keeping it on because it’s warm,” he said firmly. Then softer - “And because it smells like you.”

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You entered the locker room of the lacrosse team following Jackson, behind you rushed Stiles who was desperately trying to avoid the disaster.
<< If I can give you an advice, well… I advice you to not provoke Y/N! >> exclaimed Stiles who was maintaining a safety distance. He was damn wise.
Nobody mostly Jackson had the right to say that females werewolves were weaker than males.
Jackson grinned << What’s wrong, Stilinski? Afraid I could hurt her? >>
Stiles sighed << Nope, the exact contrary. >>
The sassiness filled the air as Jackson said, laughing << What? I could anticipate every Y/N’s move thanks to my masculine, trained sen- >>
You couldn’t let him finish the sentence, a kick was enough to kneel him
<< Don’t tell me… >>
You took his arms blocking them on his back and with a little push he was with his face on the cold pavement << That you’ve lost your masculine trained senses… >>
You sat on his back pulling a little his arms and giggled as he groaned in pain <<… Little cub? >>
<< Okay! Okay! You’ve won! I was wrong! >> he whined and you set him free, going to the door with satisfaction on you face.
<< Man, she really beat you. >> murmured Stiles.
<< Shut up. >> snarled Jackson massaging his shoulders, but you knew that he would try something.
Before he could even touch you you ducked leaving him to punching the air. You sprinted on your right and within a second you were behind him << Too slow, cub. >> he turned to you but you pushed him again on his chest and he collided with his back on the lockers.
You got closer to his ear << Don’t try this again, I really don’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours. >> you whispered seductively.
Then you finally reached for the door, the next thing you heard was Jackson’s “Wow.”.


3. “I might have had a few shots.”
17. “Scoot over. I want to be under the blanket too.”

Dean Winchester x Reader
Requested by @torn-and-frayed
You stumbled into the bunker, giggling as your mind hazed from all the alcohol you shot back. It was late, really late and you were trying to stay quiet so you wouldn’t wake the boys.

But as you walked through the halls, you could hear soft voices, and a light flickering in Dean’s room.

Dean had his legs kicked up on the table, a beer in his hand as he watched TV. He stayed up waiting for you, waiting to know you’re home and safe.

Peeking your head in, you flashed a smile, gazing at him, your face flushed.

“Hey Winchester!” You hiccuped.

He snapped his eyes to you, his lips curving as he saw you there at his door, wearing a tiny dress, with your hair a mess. He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Hey, have fun with Charlie?” He asked.

You nodded, walking over to him. “Scoot over, I want to be under the blanket too!” You exclaimed.

Dean did as he was told, making room for you.
Plopping down on to the couch, you pulled the warm blanket over you, resting your head on his shoulder.

He took in a whiff and immediately he could smell the alcohol. “Wow, someone had a lot to drink.” He chuckled.

“I might have had a few shots.” You giggled.

Looking up at him, you were so engrossed with his lips, that you didn’t realize you were leaning closer to him. So close, you could feel his breath hit your cheek.

“I really want to kiss you.” You whispered.

His stomach fluttered, as he gazed into you. His lips yearning to feel you against him. But he knew one thing was sure, he knew you were drunk and he didn’t want to take advantage of you. He couldn’t.

Instead, he pressed his lips to your head, and sighed. “If you still want to kiss me tomorrow, when you’re sober, then I’m all yours.” He exhaled.

You returned your head to his shoulder, watching the images play on the screen.

Dean tangled his fingers with yours, feeling you mold against him. Your eyes grew heavy, as your breathing slowed.

“I love you.” You hiccuped one last time. And just like that, you were knocked out.

He smiled to himself, still holding you close to him. “I love you too.” He whispered.

Katara hung her nightgown up on the edge of the window frame and let Aang pull the short-sleeved coat over her head. He landed it on their bed using his airbending, after which he tenderly ran his fingers through her soft brown locks to comb them. The pleasing feeling gave the waterbender goosebumps, though it could’ve been the cool wind invading their bedroom. She removed her everyday tunic and handed it to the airbender, who threw it on the bed while she kicked her boots and pants off her slender legs. When Aang caught a glimpse of her body, she was only wearing the sarashi around her chest and undergarments, which covered her bottom. Katara eyed him from the left side as she used her finger like a peg and grabbed the tunic. He stepped behind her once more, taking her nightgown in his hands and sliding it over her shoulders. She giggled in delight when his fingers tickled her while tucking one side over the other near her belly. She placed her hands above his right one to hold the middle in place, letting him reach for the white waistband hanging over the corner of the window. Aang tied it around her waist, after which they were both dressed in their pyjamas.
“Hmmm…” Katara hummed, closing her diamond blue eyes to enjoy the moment of silence. Aang wrapped his arms around her again to offer her some warmth. One of them seemed to be groping her left breast a little, but she gently grabbed it with her own left hand and slowly dragged it across her chest, stopping it above her heart. She knew he’d managed to increase her heart rate after that last kiss. With his chest pressed firmly against her back, she could feel the steady rhythm of his beating away, too.
“When was the last time we did this?” Aang spoke in a very low voice as he rubbed his cheek against hers, feeling her shrug in his embrace.
“I don’t know.. Maybe a week ago?” Katara opened her eyes to gaze out of their bedroom window, at Republic City. Somehow, she sensed that he was doing the same… (cont.)


@thecaroliner - Happy birthday, Caroline! I thought that since you’ve already received so many greetings through your ask box, it’d be a bit plain if I sent another one. Since I reread “Seeking refuge” around 6 am in the morning yesterday, I remembered how much I liked that intimate Kataang moment I’d written near the end and decided to do a quick drawing of it. (It’s already 3 am on the 22nd of March in Estonia, hence the signature and date!)

Remember When You And I Would Make Things Up?

Prompt: Requested by Anonymous. “Hi your writing is amazing :) could you please go a Gerard fic where you come home and HE is running around the house with your two children. Make it really fluffy plz :D”

Word Count: 484

Pairing: Gerard x Reader

A/N: awww thanks love <3

You’re standing in the doorway taking off your coat when you hear people running through the house, doors slamming and giggling echoing off the walls. You kick off your shoes and make your way down the hall where your daughter comes sprinting past you and grips your leg, laughing like a lunatic and trying to tell you something about ‘Daddy being a monster!’ You scoop her up and walk further down the hall, hearing laughter coming from your bedroom.

“A monster huh?” You ask and she nods, huge grin stuck to her face.

You enter your room and find your husband, Gerard, tickling your son and blowing raspberries on his belly. Your son can’t stop laughing, kicking his little legs and hitting Gerard on the top of the head. You place your daughter on the ground and she runs over and jumps on her dad’s back and he pretends to get hurt.

“You’ve got me!” He cries out and she laughs and runs away, sprinting past you with her brother in tow.

“They got bored of spongebob.” He explains, walking over to kiss your cheek hello.

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~Weed and Hugs~ Jughead x Reader

Helloo! Your writing is amazing! Was wondering if you could do a jug x reader where Jughead finds out the reader does drugs? You can end it however you want!

Trigger Warnings:Drugs[?]


You put the joint between your smooth lips,and inhaled. Your room smelled of weed and coffee,and you honestly liked it that way. You laid down in your bed,and kicked out your legs. It had been like this for a while now. The only way you could free your mind was through drugs. You exhaled,and giggled as the cloud flew out of your mouth. A knock sounded at your door,and panic filled you.

“[Y,N]? You there?” You heard the voice of your best friend yell. You quickly put out the joint, and tried to straighten yourself up

“U-uh yeah! Come in!” You shouted back, and your door was pushed open. Jughead stood in the doorway, his arms folded and his nose crinkled. The air was filled with a thick fog, and he coughed. Jughead approached you, and looked at you closely

“Have you been smoking?” He half-asked himself,but it was mainly directed at you. You began to shake, and Jughead sat down beside you.

“[Y,N]…why?” He whispered, and his eyes were filled with confusion. You sighed, and folded your hands in your lap.

“It helps me,Juggie. It’s the only thing that makes me feel better” You mutter, eyes filling with tears. You were terrified that your best friend was going to leave you. You felt arms wrap around your small figure, and he pulled you to his chest

“You don’t need to anymore. I’m here”

  • Dearest Shippers,
  • Do NOT imagine Daichi kissing the moles on Suga`s neck after a long days practice
  • Do NOT imagine Hinata seeing them and then eying Kageyama in a curious manner
  • Do NOT imagine Kageyama trying desperately not to notice Hinata`s staring
  • Do NOT imagine Hinata taking initiative and jumping to kiss Kageyama`s cheek only to accidentally headbutt him in the jaw instead
  • Do NOT imagine Kageyama losing his cool and attacking Hinata with kisses until they`re both in a fit of giggles and kisses
  • Do NOT imagine Daichi kicking them out of the gym claiming that it was because it was late when it was actually becasue he wanted the gym all to Suga and himself for a while longer so that things could get…intimate
  • Do NOT imagine any of this for the sake of your poor unfortunate souls
  • Sincerely, the Devil incarnated
Second Family - Finn Bálor One-Shot

Request: Hey could you maybe do an imagine where Y/N and Finn introduce the baby to some of the WWE roster

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! ^.^

Originally posted by babyphotography1

Originally posted by be-evil2

- 3 Months Later -

“Ava!” You giggled, bringing your fingertips down to tickle against the little girl’s sides as she let out a shriek, a bubbly grin consisting of drool forming. You smiled, peppering her face in sweet kisses as you assembled her outfit for the day. “We’re taking you on a trip. How does that sound my sweet angel?” You cooed, watching as she kicked eagerly.

At three months old, Ava was developing normally. She was trying her hardest to roll over from her back to her tummy, not quite getting the full concept. Half of the time she would get stuck on her side and would grow agitated, meaning you or Finn had to quickly turn her back to first position.

She started to imitate sounds, widen her eyes at some things you’d say and even started to recognize faces. Of course she immediately knew you and Finn were her parents, but now she was starting to react to seeing you both. With you she would grin from ear to ear and wave her hands.

With Finn she would smile, giggle, and kick her feet which brightened his day up more than anything.

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anonymous asked:

can u write reader and josh making outp ls

he’s got you in his lap, sideways, and you’re kicking your feet against the couch cushions as he presses damp kisses to your neck and jaw, pecks your cheek and nuzzles into your temple.

you giggle and warp both arms tighter around his shoulders, which proves awkward due to your sideways position, but which is still comforting for you, to have him in your arms. solid underneath you. “dada, please?”

josh hums and gently kisses your chin. “please what?”

“you know.” you pucker your lips, knowing full well that you could lean in right now and kiss him anyway. but you want him to want it, too.

he brushes your hair back from your forehead, curls his fingers around the shell of your ear in a way that makes you blush. but you continue to pout at him, giving a little whine and a squirm on his lap.

when he laughs, his lips peel back to reveal his perfect white teeth. his hands come to bracket both sides of your face, bringing you in nice and slow for a deep press of his lips to yours.

you sigh into his mouth, pulling yourself closer to him by his shoulders, which he doesn’t seem to mind.

one hand stays cradled at your jaw and the other goes to your waist, squeezing. he laps out at your tongue and whimpers, and you can’t help but smile, breaking away from him with a small pop.

“hey, don’t laugh at me,” josh says breathlessly, forehead coming to lean against yours. his breath is ghosting across your lips and it tickles.

“not laughing at you, joshie. just love how excited you get for me.”

“always. wanna kiss you always,” he mutters, and leans you carefully but swiftly back to the sofa, draping himself over you and kissing you slow and deep.

Undertale Tickle Headcanons

i figured for the inbetween times on my fics, i could give you some of my undertale tickle headcanons because why not??


  • what a sweet, small giggly child
  • they squirm so much when getting tickled, they call them wiggly worm
  • their tummy and sides are super ticklish holy shit
  • everyone loves to tickle frisk, it’s like a hobby
  • they have those high-pitched, childish giggles that everybody loves
  • toriel, undyne, and the skelebros tickle them the most

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Fatherly advice #1

Today was your 14th birthday and you were incredibly excited. A bright smile graced your full lips as you thought of the celebrations that would be taking place tonight. Your birthday party would be perfect and filled with happy faces who could just kick back and relax. All your friends would be there too and you knew you could just simply enjoy yourself. Perhaps you would meet a cute boy and start what was the beginning of a passionate romance! You giggled at thought.

 ‘Not if father has anything to do with it…’  you thought. 

 Your father was James Patrick March and also the most powerful man in California with his big bank account and ambition. He was quite young compared to his business partners at the age of 30 but they feared him like no other. He was intense and serious with them as he often held a deep stare that made people uncomfortable. The saddest thing was that he was like that with you too. Where other fathers were kind and loving with their children he showed no affection towards you and was very quite formal instead. He was cold and made you feel unwanted…unloved. You yearned for him to come home, scoop you up into a hug and talk to you! You wanted to know your father better but he seemed to shut you out. 

 Letting out a heavy sigh, you pushed your thoughts to the back of your head in an attempt to forget you pain. You looked in the mirror and smiled at your appearance. You looked beautiful! Your hair came down in soft waves that framed your dainty, pretty face. Your eyes shone and the light eye make up you had applied really made your E/C orbs pop. A light pink was painted over your full lips and your skin was immaculate with not a single imperfection in sight! 

You looked like a woman…

 —————————————————————————————————  Your father’s chocolate orbs stared at you and a feeling of discomfort washed over you. Did he not like your appearance? Was he not impressed? You were dying to know what you had done to earn such a critical look from him. You looked down at your feet and shuffled a little in your seat. The party was almost finished now and everyone but yourself was having fun. A crowd of smiling faces were dancing to the soft jazz band and you found yourself all alone in your seat with all your friends gone. You looked up in hope of your father looking away but found his eyes still fixated on you.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps approach you and to your discomfort and surprise it was your dad. He sat next to you and bent his head down low just so he could make eye contact with you. You looked at him strangely.

“My dear Y/N…you look wonderful tonight.” He spoke in a soft tone and with all the noise being made he was barely audible. 

“Umm…thank you? Yeah, thanks.” You replied awkwardly. He pressed his lips together before talking slowly and clearly.

“I think we should talk some place where there is less noise. That is is you wish to join me?” 

‘There we go again with the formalities!’   You thought in annoyance but only replied with a mere ‘yes’. 

A slow, devious smile grew on his lips as he chuckled to himself.

“Follow me.” 


  • Iron Bull: Oh, this is gonna be fun. The old team together again to kick some ass!
  • Iron Bull: How 'bout it, kadan?
  • Dorian: Ah, we're doing the names, are we?
  • Iron Bull: It's a title of honor, kadan!
  • Dorian: I need a drink.
  • Iron Bull: Do you want your amatus to cheer you up? I could do some of those flexes you like.
  • Dorian: (horny giggle)

TMI fandom: *screams for weeks about the show not staying true to book canon*

TMI fandom: “But hey…also…could you leave out all the incest nonsense? And maybe also not make Meliorn betray them all? And maybe make Saphael a thing just for kicks and giggles? And oh yeah leaving out the Malec break up would be wonderful too.”

TMI fandom: “But also stay true to canon because we want to preserve the books’ true essence..”