pfft who do you think you are


HAPPY BIRTHDAY @jakei95!! (✿◡‿◡ฺ).:*☆

The first pic is kinda desspressing.. But we know you have been fighting all this time to make us smile and happy.. must be hard– YA NEED TO BE REMINDED HOW LOVED YA ARE HWHWHW

Seriously I HOPE YOU HAV A LOVIN DAY :’333


1. “I hate you, but I love you.”
2. “Will you ever understand?! I did it because I love you!”
3. “I didn’t know I could feel this way, til I met you.”
4. “You look…stunning.” - “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
5. “Touch her again, and you’ll regret it!”
6. “Five more minutes…?”
7. “Stop stealing the covers.”
8. “You know, you’re really sexy when you’re angry.”
9. “You know why?! It’s because I’m fucking in love with you!”
10. “Somehow I can never compare the stars with your eyes.”
11. “Is that my shirt?” - “Um, kinda…”
12. “Why do I still put up with you?”
13. “Oh yeah, why don’t you come over here and make me.”
14. “I-I…I think I love you…”
15. “Don’t worry, babe, I got you.”
16. “You’re such a dork.” - “I’m your dork.”
17. “Are you blushing?” - “No you are, shut up.”
18. “I’m gonna take a shower, join me?”
19. “The funny thing about destiny, you never know who you’re gonna end up with.”
20. “Oh lord, you’re so sexy.”
21. “Pfft, you know you love me.”
22. “Just stay for a while.”
23. “Oh my…dude, you love her.”
24. “You’re such a softie.” - “Yeah, to you.”
25. “As cheesy as this may sound, you stole my heart.”
26. “Can’t you just be nice to them, for once?” - “Can’t, I only save that for you.”
27. “Are you checking me out?” - “Heh, you wish.”
28. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” - “Just stop with the pickup lines, they’re not working.”
29. “Babe, I’m pregnant.”
30. “I want to grow old with you…”
31. “Where are we going?” - “An adventure.”

{request in my ask for a prompt!}

Bird Squad


Requests are open? Yay! Could we get one where reader has real feathery wings and her and Sam get into a argument about whose wings are better? Meanwhile Clint is freaking out that the Bird Squad is arguing (him, y/n, and Sam) and the rest of the team gets dragged into the argument.

Sam has created a chatroom: Birds Assemble

Sam has added Y/N, Clint.

Clint: Caw caw?

You: Caw, caw caw?

Sam: Omg guys stop.

Clint: You did name the chat “Birds Assemble.”

You: You have no one else but yourself to blame.

Clint: Why are we assembling?

Sam: I need you to finally decide who has the best wings.

You: Clint doesn’t need to decide because he knows my wings are the best. RIGHT, CLINT?

Clint: Let’s not argue. You both have beautiful wings.


Sam: Majestic wings, equally majestic booty.

Clint: Did you have a photoshoot just for your wings?


Sam: Here’s Y/N, and her wings. I think this speaks for itself. Spotted next to her is Clint. Too afraid to agree with me.


You: Your wings are basically a glorified jetpack.

Sam: Excuse me, BECKY?



Clint: C'mon, man, leave Y/N alone. And Y/N, don’t you know you shouldn’t call his wings a jetpack!

You: Yeah, leave my MORE MAJESTIC WINGS ALONE. I won’t listen to HIS LIES.

Sam: Talking LIKE THIS won’t help your DENIAL about MY WINGS.

You: It’s for EMPHASIS. I have ACTUAL wings. With feathers! Not some metal contraption!

Sam: Look at how SLEEK and ELEGANT mine are. One gust of wind and all your feathers are ruffled. Not to mention you’re always dropping a few around the base.

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The Stakeout

Originally posted by mysharona1987

Pairing: The Avengers x Peter Parker, Peter Parker x you

Request: Hi! I’m OBSESSED with your writing. First Crush is amazing!! I was hoping I could have an imagine where Peter is now working with the whole Avengers team and they don’t know he has a girlfriend until Aunt May tells them when Peter ends up skipping a movie night with all of them? And of course this leads to Tony and the team spying for “research and scientific” purposes. Thank you!! PS: (if you could also make the reader super nerdy and can sing that would be amazing) (anonymous)

Word count: 1135 

A/N: I tried to fit the nerdy singing reader part to this put I just couldn’t without it sounding really forced so I skipped that. I’m sorry for that! I hope that you’ll enjoy this anyway :)

“Tony, what was so important that we had to drop everything and come here?” Natasha asked a bit annoyed. Tony had sent everyone an urgent message that only said to meet him NOW. Everyone was staring at him waiting for him to explain what was going on. Steve was getting a bit worried. Had something bad happened?

“You are never going to believe this” Tony started and made a dramatic pause. “Our baby spider has a girlfriend!” he finally exclaimed. “Seriously Tony? Is this why I left everything and ran here as quickly as I could” Bruce groaned. “He has a girlfriend? Why hasn’t he told us?” Steve actually got interested. “Yeah, that’s why he isn’t coming to the movie night. Because he has a date with her!” Tony confirmed. “What is she like?” Natasha asked with a curious expression. “I don’t know! Peter won’t even admit that he has a girlfriend” Tony responded. “I imagine like a popular brunette girl” he continued. “No I think she’s a short nerdy girl and they geek together all the time” Steve wondered. “Yeah I’m with Steve. Maybe she has like glasses” Bucky said. They all stood there silently thinking.

“You know what. Screw movie night!” Natasha finally said with a determined look. “YES. Let’s go stalk them!” Tony almost yelled. “Yeah, Tony you still tracking his phone?” Steve asked. “Obviously” Tony shrugged and took his phone out. “Don’t you guys think that it’s a bit creepy to stalk a teenager on a date with his girlfriend?” Bruce pointed out. “No. It’s for… you know research and scientific purposes.” Tony said and turned his attention back to his phone. “Yeah. I mean we have to know who he is dealing with. She could be a threat to him” Steve agreed not really convincing anyone. “I really doubt that.” Bruce laughed “Peter is going to be so mad when he sees you guys stalking him” He continued muttering. “Aha! I found him! He’s at a diner in Queens. To the car” Tony said and lead the team to the garage.

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

“I can’t see anything. We need to get inside the diner” Natasha said to the team and started to make a plan. “Okay, we need to get in quietly. Everyone has to put their caps real low and then we walk to the booth nearest to the entrance real casually and sit there” She continued. “He’s going to see us if we just walk in” Steve thought. “No he won’t look at him. She is all he sees and hears. We can do this” Bucky pointed out and got out of the car.

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The Green During Christmas Doesn’t Traditionally Mean Jealousy

IMAGINE: Draco suffers from jealousy as he watches (Y/N) flirt with Fred Weasley. 

[gif is not mine.] 

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.0 k+

Christmas time was usually a festive occasion; the fresh snow falling, the carols, the presents. Everyone was happy at Hogwarts, except for one person. Draco sat at the table, his left hand clenching the silver fork as he watched as HIS best friend joke with the Weasley twins.

“If you hold that fork any tighter you might become one with that,” Blaise joked. Usually it was amusing to watch Draco in a fit of jealousy. It was like a five year old having a temper tantrum because he couldn’t have the toy he wanted. Then again he knew that if he didn’t calm his friend down everyone would be in the way of his bad temper.

Draco growled under his breath, the only attention he gave to Blaise. “You do know that she doesn’t like them right?” 

Draco turned to his friend at that and then looked back to (Y/N) who was now touching one of their arms. SHE WAS BLOODY CARESSING IT. “It looks like she likes them plenty.” Draco mumbled.

Blaise waved his hand, “Pfft, you know that she only wants to know their Quidditch strategy.”

“And how is caressing their bloody biceps a part of that?” 

Blaise rolled his eyes and gave Draco a ‘duh’ look, “She’s seducing them. Making them think that she wants them.” A loud laugh broke out in the distance then was followed by a ‘Fred, you’re so funny.’ Blaise winced and watched as Draco’s knuckles became whiter with each passing second. “She’s only doing it for you.”

“What?” He looked at Blaise, then back at (Y/N) again.

Blaise sighed in minimal relief, “Last Quidditch match, you almost had everyone’s bloody head because they played like a bunch of Hufflepuff’s.”

“Because they did,” Draco said. “I don’t get how that means that (Y/N) has to touch a Weasley.”

Blaise sighed heavily, honestly it was like talking to a five year old. “Look, she’s only doing this so you have advantage over them next match. If (Y/N) succeeds and she will we would have their play of the match, we would know their tricks, we would win.”

Slowly Draco let go of the fork, but still holding it. He could feel how warm his hand was and how much it hurt now he let go of it. He then looked back up to (Y/N) who was now being led by one of the Weasley twins out of the Great Hall. As he watched the feeble Weasley hold (Y/N)’s arm he didn’t realise that he was now clenching the fork tighter and tighter, and didn’t notice his glass breaking, the sparks flying around him, nor the look on Blaise’s face.

(Y/N) walked down the steps to her common room with a hop and a smile on her face. She held a piece of paper in her hand and spoke the password. “Honey, I’m home!” She greeted to the common room, knowing that Draco and Blaise would have stayed up waiting for her. True to her intuitions she smiled as she saw the familiar platinum hair.

Draco didn’t bother turning around, nor bothered to greet her. He folded his arms over his chest and frowned, allowing silence between them.

“Draco is mad that you touched and allowed a Weasley to touch you,” Blaise explained as (Y/N) drew nearer, a curious look on her face.

Her facial expression allowed Blaise to know that he understood. (Y/N) passed the piece of paper to Draco, when he didn’t take it she passed it on his lap. “It’s their play-by-play for their next match, as well as secrets to the team.”

Blaise peeked at the paper, his eyes grew wide as he took in the information. “How the fuck did you get this? Did you slip them Veritaserum?”

(Y/N) grinned at her friend, “No. I’m not a moron, giving them that would have me expelled. It’s a distant cousin of the potion, I modified it.” She shrugged, “It’s simple. Slip it in their drink or food and they would babble whatever you want them to babble and they would have no recollection of it, nor would other people.”

“Jesus,” Blaise breathed out. “With this information we would surely win. Do you mind if I take this?” Blaise pinched the piece of paper when (Y/N) nodded, “I’ll be right back. Have to show it to the team.”

(Y/N) turned her attention to Draco who was still in the same position as he was when she entered. “Are you seriously still pissed at me?” She moved forward leaning into him. 

Draco closed his eyes and sighed, “(Y/N), you touched him. He touched you.” 


“He’s not allowed to touch you,” Draco explained. “Only I am.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Now straddling him, Draco leaned forward, “I’ll fucking kill him if he touches you again.” 

(Y/N) grinned and tapped his nose with her finger, “Temper, temper Draco. Watch it.” She leaned forward and gave him a small kiss, “And he didn’t touch me. It was a glamour, my love.” 

Draco leaned back, “What?”

(Y/N) nodded and shrugged, “Yep. I like it when you’re jealous.”

“You played games with me?” Draco grounded out. He placed his arms behind her body and pulled her closer.

 She pouted and gave him a small grin, “Should I not have?” She curled her tongue behind her teeth, and smiled at him widely. 

“I’ll teach you what happens when you play games with me,” Draco moved forward and clashed their lips together.

“I showed the team about what you did and they were pissed that I woke them up but once I showed them what- FUCKING HELL GUYS! CAN YOU NOT DO THAT IN THE COMMON ROOM? THERE ARE CHILDREN!” Blaise yelled as he watched his two best friends now half-naked in the common room. They turned their heads and looked at him, giving him a sheepish smile. “My eyes, my fucking god. I have to go to therapy. I’m going to end up as batty as Trelawney because of this,” Blaise shook his head and covered his eyes as he tried to navigate around the common room. “If you’re going to do it here can you not be loud? And clean everything afterwards? And make sure that Snape doesn’t catch you! He’s still pissed about finding you both in the Quidditch shed!” 

Old Tattoos

Warnings: birth (!!!) (not in detail obvi), your teeth will rot from the amount of fluff in this part.

Summary: Your girls are here and they couldn’t be more perfect.

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: if you read this and you like the fic, send me an anonymous confession of anything

Beta: @hazeleyedcat

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4


37 weeks pregnant…

“Hey, you ok?” Matt asked, walking into the kitchen. He stood behind you and put his hand on your lower back in worry. 

“Oh, I’m fine. Just 9 months pregnant, you know?” You chuckled sarcastically.

“You know what I mean.” He groaned, rolling his eyes.

“I’m fine, Matt. Go have fun with your best friend. I made him have a barbecue thing for a reason. I know, first hand, how little you’ve seen him.” 

“I don’t care if I see him once a year, as long as he’s taking care of you. My friend. His very pregnant wife.” 

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Cereal Wars

Summary:  Sam and Dean end up in a little prank battle with their girlfriends Sandee and Reader.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam x Sandee

Warnings: crack, pranks, raisins (this warning is for Sandee, lol!)

Word Count: 1400+

A/N: This is a little one shot that came about during some late night chats with @escabell - Eskee you are such a ray of sunshine, this little Raisin is so very thankful that we’ve become friends.  And that idea you had took on a life of it’s own and turned into this.  I hope you like it!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Beta’d by the always lovey and super duper mastabeta @wheresthekillswitch love you dude!

Gifs are from @thejabberwock

Hands held out, looking up at the now empty bucket swinging over their heads, Sandee and Y/N stand in a pile of raisins wondering how they got here.  Just three days before, Sandee was sitting in the bunker kitchen laughing as Y/N and Dean argued over which cereal was the best.

“Clearly Corn Flakes are the best flake cereal,” Dean says.

“Wrong.  Raisin Bran is waaay better.”

“I can’t believe I’m with a girl that would take Raisin Bran over Corn Flakes.  I might need to re-think-.”

Y/N slaps his arm, “Pfft.  You love me.  Besides the raisins make it sweet and yummy.”

Sandee snorts, “Les raisins secs sont grossiers.”

“See?  Sandee agrees with me.”

“Uh, Y/N, you need to brush up on your French,” Sam says, striding in and dropping a kiss on Sandee’s head.

“Traitor.”  Y/N cuts a side eye to Sandee who starts laughing.  “Sam, back me up, Raisin Bran is way better than Corn Flakes, right?”

“Uh, I’ve never thought about it.  I like Muesli.”

“Of course you do,” Dean says.

“Yeah, but we’re not talking about granola cereal, we’re talking about flake cereal.”

“Cereal’s cereal,” Sam replies.

“Ok, you’re out,” Y/N turns away from him.  “Go sit and enjoy your Muesli with your non-cereal eating girlfriend.”

“I liked Froot Loops and Cocoa Puffs when I was a kid,” Sandee offers.

“Ooh, yes, ok now we’re talking.  So, agree to disagree on the flake cereal, babe.  What is the best chocolate cereal?”

“That’s easy,” Dean starts.  “Cocoa Puffs.”

“Wrong.”  Y/N looks over to Sandee, “No offense.”

“None taken,” Sandee says, holding up her hands and trying to hold in the laughter.

“How is that wrong, Y/NN?”

“Because Cocoa Puffs cut up the roof of your mouth, Dean.  Clearly the best chocolate cereal is Cocoa Krispies.”

“They get soggy as soon as the milk touches them!”  Dean stands, outraged.

“That’s why you only add a little bit of cereal at a time,” Y/N says like it’s the most obvious idea in the world.  “Besides, they crackle and pop.”

“Whatever you say, babe,” Dean says, kissing her cheek.  Shaking his head and chuckling to himself, he tosses his cereal bowl into the sink and walks out of the kitchen.

“Dean, wait up.  I was thinking…” Sam’s voice trails off as he follows Dean out of the room.

Y/N looks over to Sandee, her face full of mischief.

“Wanna have a little fun?”

Sandee leans in, “Always.”

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BTS Reacting To Their Small S/O Being Protective

~Wahh sorry for the long wait anon..~

Originally posted by akaishinkirou

Seokjin: I see Jin being okay with you being protective of him, in regards to arguing and like being sassy. But when it comes to the point of you fighting someone on his behalf, he would freak the f**k out. ^^^^^ Just like that “JAGIYA WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” “Shut up I’M DEFENDING YOUR HONOR.” “jAGIYA NO” “jAGIYA YES.” He worries for you so much because you’re a smol bean, and he fears that you would get really hurt. He’s not called Eomma for nothing lol.

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Yoongi: Even though everyone assumes he would be all like “yeah that’s my boy/girl.” *LOUD OBNOXIOUS BUZZING SOUND* WRONG. Yoongi would be pissed if you got into a physical fight over him. arguments and squabbles over him, pfft he’s rooting for it. But no way in hell would he be supporting you fighting someone else with your fists. “Y/N, don’t pull this shit again. You think I like worrying if you’re going to be in the hospital?” Do not fight anyone while you’re with Yoongi. 

Originally posted by beatriceindre

Hoseok: I’m having a hard time deciding whether Hobi would be mega pissed to the point of trying to find the person who made you that angry, or like super upset that you even put yourself into that position. “Jagi… I don’t like to think that you’ll go out and let yourself get hurt for my sake…” He seems like one of those people who would take it to heart, as if he was doing something wrong. Or maybe that it was his fault. You would eventually feel bad and apologize because “Hobi, it isn’t your fault I just… I love you so much and those people don’t get how much you mean to so many people… I’m sorry but I just couldn’t let them say those things about you.” Hobi would nod in understanding but make you promise not to do that again. 

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Namjoon: This boy. Aish he would go on for ages like a parent would. “Y/n you shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not right to solve issues with violence…” It would get old real quick. “Aish okay Namjoon!” He would continue though until you actually looked him in the face and listened to reiterate what he said. Then he would kiss your forehead and help you bandage your bruised knuckles. 

Originally posted by bts-best-lockscreens

Jimin: We all know how he is. He’s a shy ittle mochim. But for some reason I feel like Jiminie would be the least upset about you getting into a fight. “Aish fight for a good reason. I don’t want to worry about you if it’s only me.” “You are the only reason I would fight Jimin. You’re so small I need to make sure that no one messes with you.” “Aish Y/n you’re tinier than me…” He’d still be shy and feel a little bad, but he would try and make sure that you wouldn’t need to be fighting on his behalf anymore. 

Originally posted by kinglywomen

Taehyung: Honestly, I feel like Taehyungie would be the most upset with you. He would sort of give you the silent treatment as he bandaged your hand and put ice on your knuckles. He knows you are fully capable of protecting yourself, but to go as far as to fight because of him? He would be really upset. “Y/n I don’t want you doing this again. I really don’t. Not because of something someone said or did to me. I can handle that. What I can’t handle is you getting hurt because you were upset about something to do with me.” He would sense your upset, but he would pull you in close. “I just… You’re my jagi. I should be doing this for you not you doing this for me…” 

Originally posted by keepingupwithbts

Jungkook: I feel like Guks would be like “Huh, do they think I can’t take care of myself?” But also a little like “Yeah man, that’s my jagi. My jagi has my back.” I feel like he has that sort of mindset where he is impressed that you would go to those lengths. He’s a little cocky about it. But deep down as he’s holding your smol hand looking at the bruise he would feel bad that you felt you needed to do this. “I’m proud of you, Jagi. But please don’t make this a habit.” 

A/N: Honestly the boys don’t seem like they would be impressed by fighting. Or somehow gauge your ability to protect them. They seem hella chill like “nah fighting ain’t worth it. My face is too important.” But however if it were really important they would be squaring up homie. Hope you like it anon! Xxoo <3<3<3<3

anonymous asked:

Sorry for the confusion on the request I made for the Prompto x Reader in the tent! Same scenario that the Iggy x Reader was in, where they had to be quiet when they got funky so they wouldn't wake the others xD Haha, I'm a perv... Thank you! Your writing is amazing <3

No, it’s no problem! Thank you so much for requesting, I’m so happy you like my stuff! ☺❤ I hope this is satisfactory! ☺ (excuse me while I go fan my face!) 

Prompto x Reader - sex in the tent. 
WC: 2223


It was quiet in the tent, the only sounds were the soft breathing coming from three boys fast asleep in their sleeping bags, and the quiet hushed whispers of you and your boyfriend Prompto. It was often that you two were the last to go to sleep, and you were pretty sure the rest of the group were used to your hushed whispers by now.

And it was also the reason they put the both of you in the same sleeping bag, as far away from them as the little tent would allow. You had pretended to be annoyed by this, but was actually thankful for it when the night came. It was like you and Prompto had your own little private corner of the tent, which is where you were laid now.

Prompto’s eyes went wide.

“Wow, just like that… damn [Name], that’s so good.”

“It is?” You bit your lip, pleased with his praise.

“Yeah, you should do it like that more often.”

“Hmm, maybe I will.”

“You really should. Hey, who knew that you’d be so good at King’s Knight?” Prompto marvelled, his chin on your shoulder as he watched you kick ass on your tiny mobile screen in awe. He had finally convinced you to start playing it, and to both of your surprise you were really good at it, especially the fighting element.

“Pfft, I knew, obviously. Why do you think I didn’t play it for so long? Just to spare the rest of you the pain of my skills.” You grinned at your boyfriend, who rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. He was secretly so proud of you though, and it made a nice change to see someone give Noctis a run for his money. Even if that did mean he lost to you often, like earlier that day.

“I think that’s enough for tonight though, everyone else went to sleep hours ago.” You tapped the screen to close the game and locked your phone before putting it away, the absence of the glow making it suddenly seem really dark in the tent.

Prompto yawned and stretched in your shared sleeping bag, snuggling down under the covers.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He mumbled, pulling you close so your head laid on his arm, his hand resting on your shoulder. He was so warm, and so cuddly. You enjoyed the nights with Prompto, feeling safe and loved in his arms. He felt the same about you, his free hand stroking up and down your arm, lightly tracing his fingers along your skin. Little goosebumps rose on your skin at his light touches, and you snuggled in closer to him for warmth. Prompto stifled a chuckle. She was so cute. And he still couldn’t get over the fact she was all his. She loved him, took an interest in his hobbies, looked after him in battle, confided in him, and best of all made him feel worth something.

“I am so lucky…” He breathed, his blue eyes watching her peaceful face. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her soft cheeks, the hair framing her face, her delicate lips slightly parted as she breathed softly.

He loved her so much.

Before he could stop himself, he’d leaned forward to kiss her. As their lips touched her eyes opened wide again, shocked at the surprise contact. But soon she was kissing him back, running her tongue along his bottom lip in the way that he liked, her fingers gripping at his hip, running through his hair…

He broke away, panting from the heated make out session. You smiled coyly at him, no longer tired.

“What was that for?”

By now Prompto’s actions had caught up to his brain, causing him to blush at his forwardness. His fingers played with your hair nervously, as the red deepened and spread across his cute freckled face. His sapphire eyes couldn’t keep their gaze as he answered you.

“I don’t know it’s just… you look so cute laid there and I just… I really wanted to kiss you.”

You ran a hand through his blonde hair, struggling not to giggle. He was adorable when he was flushed, and his words had really made you smile.

“Kiss me then.” You told him, his blue eyes finally meeting your gaze.

She is so beautiful

He gulped – and then brought your lips to his once more, his mouth open and hungry for your kisses. His fingers wound into your hair, holding you to him while his free hand rested on the small of your back. He let his tongue slip into your hot mouth, running along yours as he groaned softly at the contact. Eagerly you pushed yourself flush against his body, earning another moan of satisfaction. It was a heady feeling, hearing his whines of appreciation and you wanted more. Through two pairs of underwear you could feel Prompto’s growing arousal – he wanted you so badly. He was getting so worked up at your kissing, at the feeling of your body wrapped in his arms, pushed against his own. It made you feel alive.

You decided to crank the teasing up a notch and rock your hips into his. His fingers tightened in your hair as he moaned right into your mouth, his hips thrusting back into yours automatically, searching for any kind of friction.

“A..Ah…” He broke the kiss once more his forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily. His eyes searched for yours, and you could see the lust reflected in them.

“[Name], we… I mean, you want to do this here?” He whispered, referring to the soft snores coming from the rest of the tent. It was a hard choice – you wanted him badly, and he definitely wanted you. But Prompto… he wasn’t the best at keeping quiet during intimate times. But as one hand brushed over the skin of your waist, and you looked at his needy, lustful face, you knew you couldn’t refuse. You had to have him.

“I have no objections.” You told him, watching with delight as his eyes widened and his teeth bit his bottom lip.

Holy fuck.

He could barely contain himself. He needed her so badly, wanted her right freaking now, and here she was offering herself to him. Fuck. He felt the painful throbbing of his arousal, straining against the fabric of his underwear and he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her.

To hell with the guys!

He sealed his lips around your collar bone, kissing and sucking at your skin, creating a trail from your throat along your jawline up until he reached your ear.

“You’re such a bad girl.” He whispered, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

“Mmhmm, I know.” You smiled and trailed one hand along his perfect chest, down his stomach until you reached his cock. Smiling, you palmed him through the thin fabric, watching as his eyes rolled back and closed, his hips thrusting into your touch.

“Shit, [Name]!” He hissed and rocked into your every stroke. The boy was like putty in your hands, completely receptive to your every touch.

“Prom, you have to keep it down.” You hushed, and kissed at his neck. You loved how loud he was, but right now was not the best time for that.

“S-sorry, please don’t stop…” He whined, the want in his voice so clear and so delicious. The hand on the small of your back drifted downwards, his fingers dipping into your underwear to cup your ass.

“Gods Prom, I’ve been wanting you for ages.” You whispered in his ear, achieving the desired reaction of a soft moan and a swift squeeze of your ass. You knew he loved it when you told him exactly how much you wanted him, and you could feel his cock twitch at your words.

“I’ve been thinking about that time you dragged me away from camp and pinned me against a tree, how your cock filled me up…”

Holy fucking hell. It took all Prompto had not to blow his load right there and then. That would have been embarrassing, but he loved it so much when you poured your sinful words right down his ear. Why were you so good at it? His thrusts became more desperate, wanting to feel your hands on him so bad, spurred on by your words.

Please…” His beg came out almost as a strangled cry, but you understood immediately what he wanted. And so you granted him it, ducking under the covers to pull his underwear down to his ankles, freeing his erection. Instead of coming back up, you stayed under the covers, frustrating Prompto.

“[Name]? Are you ok- oh my god!” Prompto threw his head back into his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut at the feel of your tongue sliding all the way up from the bottom of his shaft to his tip. His heart was racing, his breathing quick as the pleasure rolled over him.

She’s going to be the death of me.

“Prom, shhh!” You warned him again, listening for any signs of stirring from the boys. Luckily there were none.

“I’m sorry! You’re just so fucking good with your mouth.” He panted, his fingers gripping at the sleeping bag. Pleased, you opened your mouth and took him in again, loving the feel of him writhing beneath you, swirling your tongue along his cock.

Fuck.” He hissed as you bobbed your head up and down his length. Teasingly, you let go with a soft pop, looking up at Prompto as he looked down at you, lifting the covers to see you. His blue eyes were hooded with lust, his cheeks flushed. His lips were parted as he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. His blonde hair was a ruffled mess from where you had touched it… he looked divine.

“I want you.” He whispered, his hands reaching for your shoulders to pull you up and out of the covers. You were driving him crazy, and he couldn’t take it much longer.

“I want you now.” His hands were ridding you of your underwear before you could say anything, causing you to gasp now. It was so forward and rarely was Prompto ever so dominating, but when he was… a spiral of pleasure shot straight down to your core. It was the hottest thing.

Gentle hands pushed you back against the pillows as Prompto rolled on top of you, looking down at you with a smile.

“I really want you [Name].”

“I’m all yours.” You told him, loving how his face lit up at the words. In no time Prompto was aligning himself with you, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance. You moaned softly at the contact, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust forward into you, relishing the feel as he filled you up.

“Fuck, Prompto.” It was your turn to gasp, and he couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.

“Put your legs around me.” You did as he asked and he closed the space between you, leaning down so his chest covered yours, drawing your lips in for another kiss as he drew back his hips and thrust into you. He ate all your whimpers and moans as he kissed you, rocking in and out of you at a slow pace. He loved to be close to you like this as he fucked you, loved to feel every inch of your body he could pressed against his.

God he just loved her.

“Prom…” She whimpered, and he sped up his pace, sliding in and out of her with ease. His kisses were urgent, desperate, matching his thrusts. Her fingers wound in his soft blonde hair, eager to find purchase. Soon your hips were meeting up with his, and both of you had long since forgotten to be extra quiet.

“Prom, you’re going to make me come.” She uttered, her lustful voice sending him over the edge.

“Me… too…” He breathed, his blue eyes watching you eagerly as you unravelled beneath him, biting your hand to stop yourself from calling his name. The sight of you coming around him with pure pleasure proved too much, and he followed with his own orgasm, his last few desperate thrusts riding it out as he buried his face in your neck.

He finally collapsed on top of you, easing out of you and laying back down by your side. Both of you were silent for a while, catching your breath and slowing your heart rate, staring up at the quiet tent ceiling.

“I’m seeing stars.” Prompto whispered after a while, making you giggle and cuddle him close.

“You’re not so bad yourself you know.”

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Do you think the others heard?” Both of you froze for a second to listen, but upon hearing the still steady snoring, relaxed.

“I don’t know how they didn’t, you were pretty loud.” You teased your boyfriend, who as predicted, turned beetroot red.

“M-me? What about you miss dirty talk.” He accused.

“Fine, I won’t do it anymore.”

“Well, l-let’s not be hasty…”

You laughed again, and Prompto brought you in close for another cuddle. He kissed you on your forehead, before whispering in your ear again.

“I love you [Name].”

“I love you too Prompto.”

shoes off, goggles off (bodhi rook )

“He wasn’t just a body to you; it was him or nobody. You barely trusted people, let alone men into your life, and Bodhi had proven himself to be the exception. You couldn’t sleep anymore without him beside you. When he had off-planet trips it felt like gravity was off-center knowing he wasn’t in close proximity. When he was beside you it felt easier to exist. He was all soft, and you were rough edges. You had spent so long convinced that you had helped pull him out of his depression, that you hadn’t considered that maybe his love for you was just a dam, blocking off the flood of unsettling sadness inside of him. You needed him, and maybe he no longer cared if it was you–he just needed someone.”

You’ve been dating for over four years, and sometimes doubts leak through. 

(i.e be prepared for that hot triple threat of fluff/angst/smut)

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Price of Freedom Ch 6

Hey guys! Here we have the next chapter for “Price of Freedom”. I am so on a roll with this fanfic. :D I don’t think I could have done it without the support of readers such as @suspicious-spirit @angelic-dangos @funny-skelevape and all you readers of this fanfic! Thanks so much for the encouragement!

On we go to Chapter 6!

CH 6

Specter didn’t know how long he laid on the bed miserable and depressed but the next thing he knew he was waking up. That surprised him for he didn’t remember drifting off to sleep. Sitting up he saw a plate of cookies at the foot of his bed and a note. Curious, he read it.

I figured you needed a break today so I let you off for today’s shift. Thought this would help you feel better.



Specter snorted. “How old does he think I am? Five?”

Still he was touched by this gesture and who could say no to cookies? Picking one up, Specter nibbled it. Spider cookies…his favorite. He took a bigger bite of the cookie when at that moment the door opened just a crack and T-bone peeked in.

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Controlled - Chapter 1 - Bien Joué! (Volpina Ending Different)

“Pound it!” the duo cried as they fist-bumped.

“Listen Volpina,” Ladybug said immediately, kneeling beside Lila. “I’m really sorry about what I did before,”

She gave her the the necklace which Lila snatched and got to her feet, an angry glare on her face. She hissed at the super heroine, her pistachio eyes glowing with hatred.

“You’re right Ladybug. We’ll never be friends.” Lila said, pushing her hand away and getting to her feet.

“Fine! Be that way!” Ladybug snapped. “I’m trying to be nice to you and this is how you treat me, huh?" 

Lila was a bit surprised that the hero would act this way, so was ChatNoir, but she regained her angry mood and stormed away, cradling the fox necklace. ChatNoir was about to say something but he could tell Ladybug was too angry for any advice.

"But…Ladybug…wasn’t that a bit-” Chat began, reaching out cautiously.

“Ugh! Just leave me alone Chat! We have to check on Adrien!” Ladybug cried angrily. “Why are you

Before saying anymore, she flung herself over the city with Chat grabbing the Eiffel Tower railing in worry.

"Ladybug…is something wrong?”


“On her period?” Adrien asked, as the two boys walked along the path to school.

“Well, this ‘mystery girl’,” Nino said, fingers in the air as quotes, “Is angry at YOU of all the people, then she’s obviously on her period.”

Adrien was way too embarrassed to ask what a period even was, but realised it had something to do with changing into an adult. He decided to keep it to himself and not to push the question even further and looked back at Nino.

“Hey Marinette, Hey Alya!” Nino called, waving at both of them.

“Hey!” Alya called, dragging Marinette with her arm.

Marinette looked disgusted and rolled her eyes.

“Hey guys.” Marinette said, not interested, putting on a forced smile.

Nino sensed something was wrong and immediately pulled Alya to him.

“What’s up with her?” Nino asked.

“She’s been acting Chloé all day today!” Alya called. “It’s kind of strange actually, she’s acting all passive!" 

"Hmm…” Nino whispered sadly. “It’s obvious there’s something going on, she isn’t even stuttering around Adrien!”

They dropped the conversation and headed back to class when they heard the bell ring. Adrien and Nino went on ahead and Alya and Marinette slow down. 

“Hey girl, guess what? A new Adrien model magazine came out!” Alya said, pulling out her phone. 

If there was anything that would make Marinette happy, it would be a picture of Adrien in a model pose.

“Pfft, whatever.” Marinette scowled, giving Alya the cold shoulder.

“Marinette…are you okay, I mean, if there’s anything wron-”

“Just shut up okay?” Marinette snapped back. “Ugh, you’re worse than Chloé!”

Alya was deeply hurt and knew Marinette didn’t usually act like this. She took a deep breath. On her period. Probably on her period, I’ll give her some time, she’ll be fit as a fiddle once again.

“Mari…are you on your-”

“Don’t touch me!” Marinette grimaced, her teeth gritting.

Alya swallowed, trying to process what was happening. She was like a different person, the real, bubbly young girl was gone. She licked her now dry lips. She’ll be fine. She’ll be fine.

It was a 5 minutes before class when the roar of fighting occurred. Alya and Marinette entered the room, to see Adrien and Nino sitting where they usually do. 

It was first Marinette with a jab at Lila, her voice full of hate and disgust. Lila by now was feeling horrible about what she said to Ladybug, and was planning to say sorry for her arrogance, but Marinette’s jab really hurt. She just wanted to be accepted, nothing more.

“Hey Lie-La? Have you brought any new lies lately? What is it today? Did you inherit millions? Become president of Paris?” Marinette taunted.

Lila turned around in shock, her eyes full of hurt. The entire class were surprised at what was developing, especially since the jab of pain and hurt was coming from Marinette. Marinette folded her arms grinning, her eyes gleaming maliciously. Lila tried to look away but looked around to the class, throwing her arms out.

“What? No, I-I’m trying to turn a new leaf too!” Lila said, a small smile appearing on her lips. “I was just trying to be accepted by all-”

“Ha! You think people will listen to your stupid lies?” Marinette chuckled. “The lies are still coming out of your mouth still, I see!”

Adrien’s green eyes widened. He never talked to Marinette frequently, but she was never like this. What was happening had nothing to do with her period. This was who she was. Who she really was. Was she really this mean to everyone? So full of hatred and mean? 

“Look, I’m sorry-” Lila said desperately, starting to feel helpless.

“How funny is that?” Marinette said, her evil grin widening. “You’re putting the damsel in distress act now! No wonder you’re so pathetic!”

Lila fell down to her knees, placing hands on her face, the tears streaming down her face and reaching her knees. She may have been mean and full of lies, but she was a sensitive girl, who hated making enemies of any kind.

“Stop.” Kim and Juleka said coldly, as they appeared in front of Lila. “What is wrong with you Marinette? Being mean to Lila like that?”

“Yeh!” Rose cried in great shock. “She was trying to turn over a new leaf as well!”

“Why are you being such a Chloé all of a sudden?” Alix said, disgusted.

“Someone needed to expose the girl!” Marinette said sassily, placing a hand on her hip.

“But she apologized!” Alya pointed out with anger screaming on her face.

“Not you too!” Marinette cackled at the sight of Alya defending Lila. “I thought you were a friend! Guess not!”

Alya’s mind flashed back to the time Marinette gave her a sweet macaroon and her bright smile and flashing blue eyes. It was like the sweet girl was slowly being taken over by something else…something much more powerful.

“Marinette, whatever is happening to you, stop!” Adrien snapped angrily, causing Alya to forget the flashback. “Stop acting like an idiot.”

Marinette was taken back by the fact her crush stood up against her. Adrien was never one who became angry, no matter what the reason. But what hurt her the most was the fact her called her an idiot and yelled at her.

“Pfft, only because YOU said so.” Marinette said in annoyance, which surprised Adrien even more.

Why did she just listen to him and not the others? 

She quickly walked out of the room. Stopping at Nino calling out to her.

“Where are you going? We have class in about 2 minutes!” Nino cried.

“Where do you think?” Marinette grinned. “Ditching school doesn’t sound too bad, right?”

Nobody answered when the door slammed shut hard with a thunk, making all the students wonder, 'What happened to Marinette?’

Everyone in the class immediately burst into questions.

“Ditching school? Is she insane!?” Alix cried in surprise. “I mean, I’ve done some crazy stuff before but that is just crazy!”

Even the quiet Juleka broke the silence.

“This isn’t like her,” Juleka said sadly. “I’ve known Marinette for a long time, even before I met Rose and the others, and she has changed…I wonder what happened.”

“Maybe it was just me, but weren’t her eyes a bit duller and more purple than usual?” Adrien pointed out, incredibly concerned.

The only ones quiet were Chloé and Alya. Chloé was so shocked that anybody could act so in spite that it just surprised her and made her feel sick. Alya was just feeling horrible inside after all the hate that Marinette had in her voice.

Lila felt as if she wanted to die. She just felt as if Marinette was a horrible person all in all and didn’t want anything to do with the raven-haired girl.

One thing was sure though.

She was not on her period.


The whole incident was partly Tikki’s fault. Tikki has been starting to change as well. Her calming eyes going purple and her bright sweet red and black going to a purple black and red.

“They deserved it Marinette, don’t worry!” Tikki said reassuringly.

“But Adrien was looking so angry at me,” Marinette said, a little worried. “His face was so…scary.”

“Adrien still has feelings for you, he’s just hiding it, trust me, they all deserved it!” Tikki grinned.

“What about ditching school? Isn’t that a bit over the top?” Marinette said uneasily.

“Oh come off your high horse and get to real life,” Tikki snorted. “Who needs school? You’re a superhero! You deserve waay more credit than all the praise the people give you!”

“Yeah, you have a point Tikki, Marinette agreed. "These Parisians are extremely egoistic!”

“Come on Marinette, let’s go to the bakery!” Tikki said. “I want some cookies!”

“Sure, why not? Being Lady Luck, the possibilities are limitless!” Marinette said, throwing her hands in the air. “Tikki, transform me!”

The kwami got sucked into her earrings, transforming her into Ladybug.

But she wasn’t Ladybug.

Her suit wasn’t red. It was a glowing purple and her eyes tinted purple along with her usual blue. As if the blue and purple were fighting against each other for dominance.

“Time to show Paris who’s the real superhero is!”

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Cover Page - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2


Q. Phone lock screen

JM: Mine is a picture of BTS. I like pictures of everyone together. But now its a picture of when we recorded a video for the Korean fansign. I recently changed it
V: (while showing the screen) Tada~ Chet Baker!
JK: mine is black
JM&V: black?
JK: ye, wait a minute (pulls out his phone to show it) look
JM&V: It really is!

SG: (shows his phone) here
JH: wow its black!!
SG: I don’t really care about the screensaver
JH: mine is my favourite artist!
SG: who?
JH: who is it…(laughs)
SG: Isn’t it your favourite artist?
JH: I completely forgot who it is (laughs) ah, It’s Frank Ocean (R&B singer). But it’s been the same for half a year so I want to change it
SG: But isn’t it your favourite artist?
JH: It just have a feeling (to do it).. and a selca is a little embarrassing

Q. A song you would sing to a woman you’re interested in

V: I would’t sing but…I would recommend “I Fall In Love Too Easily” By trumpet player Chet Baker. There is also a movie based on it (BORN TO BE BLUE) so then I would talk to her about it.
JM: Cool~ I would make a song for her.
JK: Me too! I have never written lyrics for a girl but even if I don’t know I can do it if i like that person.
JM: The song would depend on the kind of person they are, and I wouldn’t know if I haven’t made any right. My ideal type is somone I have become to fall in love with. A person who makes me feel I want to stay with them.

JH: I would sing Otsukai’s “Sakuranbo”. I liked the song from long ago. I think the lyrics are full of love and because the tune id bright it matches my personalty. I want a trailer that becomes a stage and say “this is an even” then sing it to her
SG: I would say “can’t you come to the concert”
JH: huh?
SG: since I don’t do karaoke and I don’t sing when I’m off stage, as I’m someone who makes music
JH: Heh~~

J: wouldn’t she be pleased if i sang “Awake”. sing “Wide awake~~” in front of her eyes
RM: Pfft (laughs)
J: why are you laughing
RM: you chose your own song (laughs)
J: Then what would I sing?
RM: Ask her to a park or by a rive with a natural feeling then sit on a bench and hum
J: (looking at RM regretfully) and sing “Reflection”?
RM: I’m a little embarrassed to sing my own song (laughs) I will sing “Girl” (from Korean drama Reply 1988)
J: What if she runs away?
RM: then.. If I shared my love then I’m satisfied

Q. Something you want to try in 2017

V: Actor. The Korean drama I appeared in will air in Japan too. Please watch it!! Only look at me!
JM: “Only look at me” (laughs) I want to travel with my family or friends~
JK: That’s good too. But I want to debut as a pro bowler!!
JKSince November last year I have been learning from a teacher and now my score can go up to 240
JM: Three months ago you were worse than me
JK: huh!? was I?

JH: I want to travel to Japan
SG: go to the gym. Because right now I’m not doing anything. I shouldn’t do that (nothing)
JH: Musically, this year I want to release my mix tape, so I can grow as a rapper
SG: And have an overseas tour. I have to work hard to get BTS to be loved by more people

Q. Favourite place

RM: workroom in the office because on one side of the wall I displayed my favourite bear bricks. Nowadays I have nowhere to display them in my room
J: There’s a lot (laughs)
RM: In the past I couldn’t understand why people collecting things but now I..
RM: There seriously is a lot (laughs) My favourite place is the meat restaurant near our dorm. I really like the beef!
RM: come to think of it, when we went to eat all together, they were all out of Beef Brisket
J: Beef platter. You at it all!
RM: Jin hyung grilled it

jp to kr; RN & 감자밭할매
kr to en; @hobuing

anonymous asked:

my coworker is pregnant and she smokes! She actually told me that she doesn't think it's a big deal because "I smoked during the first 7 months of my first pregnancy and my son was born fine! I think those doctors are just overly cautious. Pfft." First off just because he's physically fine you don't know he's mentally fine, secondly even if you did get lucky the first time how do you know it won't be different with this baby??? I'm so scared for her kids omg

Please don’t smoke people. I lost my mom, dad (who was up to three cartons a week), all my grandparents, and my uncle to smoking related issues. I know it’s hard to quit but it’s harder on your family that will miss you when your gone.

This is a genuine plea for all smokers to try to quit and not necessarily to this poster specifically.