or engaged with a baby

Tooru is a little too caught up with pampering Haji at the moment. Based off the headcanon that Iwa really loves neck kisses and being spoiled rotten by Tooru. Happily, he finds himself indulging in each caress of Tooru’s palms against his skin. Breaths mingling, their desire to touch one another the fuel to a their sexual lust. Who wouldn’t want to be pampered by their lover? “It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you, Everything I do. I tell you all the time, Heaven is a place on earth with you, Tell me all the things you want to do, I heard that you like the bad girls honey, is that true? It’s better than I ever even knew, They say that the world was built for two. Only worth living if somebody, is loving you, Baby now you do.” Inspired by Video games by Lana Del Rey (Click for Full Quality)

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in the psychic video phil was reading the ace of wands card to dan and there was a strange and abrupt jumpcut. so my friend looked up what else that card means and it say that "the relationship is taking a more serious turn, meaning getting engaged, getting married, and having babies kind of serious." and the other cards were extremely accurate so...

Stiles wakes up to his own groans, throbbing between the legs and knowing instantly that he isn’t imagining that sweet, wet suction around his cock. Peeking under the covers, he groans even louder as wide eyes alight with mischief peer back at him. Glancing at the clock, it’s a quarter past seven and he’s gonna be late for work, but glancing back down at the mouth around his dick, he knows he really doesn’t care. She’s got his cock locked up between her lips just the way he likes, not too tight or too lose, sucking him in a rhythm that’s long and slow and teasing.

“Baby,” Stiles moans, hands tangling in her hair.

“Mmm,” she hums around his cock, slurping her way back up and pulling off for air.

“Fuck, honey, you know I gotta work,” he growls, tugging her up his body to get at her swollen lips.

“Go in late. Call in sick. Fuck me,” She whispers, allowing him to kiss her while rubbing her wet folds against his aching cock.

Stiles just can’t; he’s a weak man. Rolling her over, he slips inside her, cock making a space for itself. It feels like coming home; Stiles doesn’t think that the feeling will over fade honestly and it’s been that way since the first time. There’s just something about getting her on her back, legs wrapped around him and lips parted on his name that makes Stiles wanna lay in bed all day and give it to her just how they like it. Call him pussy whipped but it’s more than that, a deep seated need to bring her higher and claim her from the inside out nearly every time they touch. She’s so responsive as he pumps his hips into her, legs tightening and loosening around his waist in intervals, showing that she’s bound to burst any moment.

“That’s it, let it out baby girl,” he croons, watching as the fire in her belly bursts and she explodes around him like a supernova.

“Stiles,” she chokes and he fills her to the brim. He buries his head in her neck, hips stuttering his release after holding back for so long.

“Little Devil,” he pants, looking at the clock to see that even if he were to leave without showering, he’d be a good half hour late to work. “Gonna get me fired.”

She watches as he pulls away, legs not letting him get too far. “Don’t go,” she whispers, pulling him back in. “Stay with me.”

“Sweetheart, you know I gotta-,” her pout stalls him. She’s a fucking minx and she knows it, using momentum and leverage to get him back under her.

“One more time?”

“Fuck,” Stiles groans, cock hard again already. “One more time,” he nods.

She sinks onto his cock easy as pie, watching him watch her. Stiles knows he’s not leaving for work any time soon and by the time he even thinks about calling in, they’ve fucked three times and fooled around in the shower. When she gets him locked between her legs on the dryer, Stiles knows he’s doomed for good, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Baby,” he murmurs, sinking into her once more as she shakes along with the dryer’s cycle.


“Love you.”

She looks at Stiles with something like a smile, about to say it back before her face is warped into one of pleasure, Stiles’ name leaving her lips in a chant. She always looks so good taking his cock and makes him feel so powerful when she clings to and scratches at him, trusting him to please her. It’s a heady feeling, knowing that he’s the one making her feel this good, knowing that he’s the one who’s going to be touching her like this for the rest of her life. She comes with his name on her tongue, thighs clenching at his hips with all their strength. He follows after her, dopey, lovestruck smile on his face.


Later on, he’s grabbing his stuff and heading for the door, deputy’s uniform fitting him like a glove. She watches him with hooded eyes, lip tucked between her teeth because Stiles looks like a damn snack and he knows it. He shakes his head at her as she stalks closer, looking like she’s gonna ravish him for the fiftieth time.

“Uh-uh, no you don’t,” he warns, bag lunch between them like a shield.

“Later?” She asks, big, doe eyes pleading.

Stiles groans, nodding. Promises her that he’ll fuck her into the mattress when he gets home. He goes to leave but her voice calls out once more, honey sweet and everything he needs.

“I love you, Mr. Stilinski.”

He smiles, mouth hurting with how wide it is. “I love you too, Mrs. Stilinski.” And he’s out the door.


Thirty minutes later, he walks through the police department doors, not able to look anyone in the eye when they ask where on earth he’s been all day. The hardest of them all is his father, who has that knowing look on his face but says nothing, which Stiles is grateful for. Or at least he would be, if he didn’t hear the rumble of “pft, newlyweds,” huffed under his dad’s breath. Stiles just slinks to his desk and takes looking at the picture of the two of them on their wedding day. He’s a lucky man, he thinks, both in and out of the sheets.

It isn’t until he’s realized that he’s not alone in the room, looking up to see his wife’s face, mischief written all over it. He’s not that shocked, but still startles, knows that he definitely won’t get shit done today. He clears his throat, shakes his head, and puts on his deputy voice.

“Anything I can do for you, ma'am?”

“I came to turn myself in,” she chuckles, closing the door behind her as she slinks into the room.

“The offense?”

“Oh, you’ll see.”

She’s in his lap in seconds, lips locked with his and fingers tangled in his hair. Stiles is a goner, never stood a chance and he’s completely okay with that. If his dick is what she craves, then who is he to tell her no? Doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks because he’s gonna enjoy it while it lasts.


“You like to get me in trouble, huh?” He asks, when they’re finally home, cuddled up in bed.

She shrugs, giggling as his fingers tickle her sides. “Well they say, increased sex drive is expected in the second trimester.”

It takes Stiles a second to catch up. He rolls over her, eyes twinkling in hopes that he heard her right. He’s going to be a dad? Him? A little Stilinski boy or girl with her hair and his eyes and just, wow. He’s gonna be a dad. He also takes a look at her stomach, trying to notice the barely there curve of it. She pulls him down for a kiss, smiling into it.

“Happy belated Father’s Day, Stiles,” she whispers against his lips.

And if they fuck again to celebrate, well, that’s their business.

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Milestones in Prince Carl Philip & Princess Sofia’s life since their engagement (2014 - present) 

The couple have just announced they are expecting their second child, due in September 2017. Congratulations to Carl Philip, Sofia and little Alexander on the newest addition to their family!


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July 12th 2017 will be a day to remember forever. I finally got a strong positive and a yes on digital! And then the love of my life asked me to marry him ❤️❤️ “Every kiss begins with Kay” I love him more than anything. Then on our way home we bought lottery tickets and won $190. I can’t wait for our future