roll on 18th birthday

tiny-klancer  asked:

soulmate tattoos au mdear (freaking move your blog sorry for spamming you with likes 😅)

Ah nah man, that’s cool. Your profile picture is really distinctive, so I’m always like “welcome back cyanlester. Good to see you” haha.

And alright soulmates tattoo au!

Alright so I’m feeling this as Klance (big shock) and Keith and Lance go to high school together, and they kind of have that “yeah we’re friends, but we shit in each other constantly”, like they’re competitive, and make fun of each other’s fashion sense, but if anyone ELSE picks on them… oh boy. Like someone called Lance dumb once and Hunk had to physically restrain Keith so he didn’t beat the crap out of him.

So Hunk’s 18th birthday rolls around and his soulmate tattoo shows up. It’s on his bicep and Lance thinks it looks a bit like a bear. It matches a girl in his manual arts class who apparently has had a quiet crush on him for a while. Her name is Shay and hunk really likes her so it works out great!

Lance’s 18th happens and he thinks his tattoo is rad as hell. It’s on his thigh and looks like a lion. He starts wearing tiny shorts to flaunt it to everyone, in the hopes of someone seeing it and realising they match, but also because it annoys Keith. He must be jealous. Every time Lance wears his shorts and shoves his thigh in Keith’s face he always gasps and growls out a “LANCE! PLEASE….!” And Lance laughs to himself.

Lance is eager to find his soulmate, but understands it might not happen immediately. Besides, loads of his friends haven’t turned 18 yet. Keith bats his lashes and jokes that it could be him. They both laugh a little too hard.

Keith’s 18th FINALLY comes. He is so excited. Secretly he hopes to see a little lion somewhere.

He doesn’t have one. He doesn’t have one anywhere. He panics. He doesn’t go to school that day.

The next day he still doesn’t go to school. Shiro calls him to wish him a happy birthday. Keith confesses everything and cries on the phone. It takes every ounce of Shiro’s will not to fly home and be there for his friend, but he can’t do that. He wonders if because Keith is adopted, maybe they have his birthday wrong? Keith says that’s not possible. Maybe it’s just really faint and will darken later.

He finally returns to school and explains what’s happened to his friends. Hunk is supportive, and Lance is almost as devastated as him. He holds him while Keith sniffles. The next few days are quiet.

Finally Lance has an idea. He invites Keith to go to the beach with him, that always cheers him up. Keith isn’t sure what good it would do, but he realises he should go because he isn’t sure how much time he’ll be able to spend with him before Lance finds his own soulmate.

They meet on the weekend and Lance’s joy is infectious. Keith manages to smile as Lance splashes him. They dive into the deeper waves. Keith shoves his hair in a ponytail and Lance wolf whistles. Lance teaches him how to swim into shore with the waves. Keith crashes into the shore and laughs. He turns to look at Lance when his heart stops. Lance is crying.
“You fucking idiot,” he laughs. “You absolute fucking idiot”
Keith doesn’t understand. Sure his body surf was pretty rad, but not this great. Lance runs to shore and grabs his phone. He runs back and grabs Keith harshly by the shoulders, turning him around harshly. Keith hears a click, and then Lance is shoving his phone in His face.

And there… a photo of the nape of his neck… is a little lion tattoo.
“It was underneath you’re stupid mullet” Lance’s happy tears don’t stop. Keith’s tears join them.

Lance’s kisses taste like salt.

Moments Pt. 2 (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: You and Grayson have grown incredibly close as friends, but the sexual tension can be cut with a knife. Will it happen? Won’t it? What about Logan Paul? 


A/N: HAHA I DID IT. I FINISHED IT. I really hope it doesn’t suck. Please please please let me know what you think. I love all of you so much. Thanks for reading. Special thanks again to my girls @ Dolan’s Horny Lil Pancakes. Enjoy!

The months wore on and you felt both more comfortable and more enticed by Grayson. His smile still made your heart stop but it was easier to be around him now that the two of you really were good friends and it became clear that this was never about a fuck and run. The two of you had feelings, real ones. It was now mid-winter and you’d managed to keep yourself clear of his advances (and your own, if we’re being honest) for almost seven months now. However, you didn’t stay totally clear.

Every time the two of you would hang out - even if it was just longboarding down to the pier together to get pizza and some footage for a new video or a scary movie projected on a wall at the warehouse as you watched from the foam pit with both the twins - Grayson would hold your hand gingerly in his. His thumb would gently stroke your knuckles and if you ever had a scratch or a mark on your hand, he would lay a chaste kiss on it. There was a scar on your right hand on the knuckle of your ring finger and he would let his thumb run over it again and again He would always insist on bringing you home and walking you to your door.

“For safety,” he had said. But you knew it was just an excuse for him to kiss your cheek sweetly and look ever deeper into your eyes. These were all things that, in theory, close friends would do. But they meant so much more to you - to the both of you - and you knew that he knew it too.

Things started to get tense when summer began to fade and fall rolled around. Grayson’s 18th birthday was rapidly approaching and the two of you were becoming more and more aware as the days got breezier, growing desperate to have each other.

One night in October, after spending a warm L.A. evening stargazing on a beach, he held you tight in his arms and you rested against his chest as he whispered all the awful, glorious, deliciously filthy things he would do to you as soon as he got the chance, leaving you whimpering in his arms, eyes shut tight. His hand was tangled in your hair, holding your head against his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as he spoke. It had almost driven the two of you insane. You had to take almost the entire month of November away from each other to calm down.

But the day you were anxiously waiting for and dreading at the same time had finally arrived: December 16, 2017 - Grayson and Ethan’s 18th birthday. The twins were throwing a massive party at their warehouse. You, Leena and Danielle were all invited, obviously. Why wouldn’t you be?

“You and Grayson are practically dating,” Danielle said as she coated her lashes with mascara, sitting on the bathroom counter to get closer to the mirror.

“It’s true. People on twitter can’t stop talking about it,” Leena said, fixing the back of her earring to the post. You rolled your eyes and sighed, looking for something amazing to wear.


In the end, you decided on one of the sexiest things in your wardrobe: a little black two piece with a cropped halter that was all but backless, save for the intricate straps that criss crossed and held it together. It basically stayed aloft by the tie at the back of your neck. It paired with a matching cute A-line mini skirt. You even managed to wear a pair of heels. You kept it sexy but classy and you knew Gray would appreciate it.

“He’ll appreciate peeling it off you, that’s what he’ll appreciate…” said Leena when you told her the look you were going for. You rolled your eyes but the three of you laughed openly. After a few more minutes of primping and curling and finding the perfect pair of shoes, you were all ready. The fact that you were about to leave to go to the party actually terrified you. Why? You knew what was going to happen.

But what if it didn’t?

What if Grayson had just been stringing you along until he found someone his own age? What if he was just messing with you? What if it really would be just a fuck and run? You’d never felt insecure about the opposite sex before, but now, it was all you could think about. You’d never been in so deep with someone before.

You’d been in relationships, sure, and you were no virgin, but you’d never become so emotionally invested in someone. You’d always guarded your heart. After seeing your parents’ marriage fall apart, it was just an automatic reaction. You never let anybody get close to you. You felt it was dangerous. But Grayson had somehow slipped through all of that. The thought made you feel delighted and sick to your stomach at the same time.

“Is everyone ready?” Leena asked as she walked out of her room. You were sitting on the couch waiting for them and you were shaken from your thoughts. You nodded, stone-faced, standing and smoothing out your dress as it clung to your well-toned figure.

“Well then lets go!”

The warehouse was packed with people. The lights were off, but cool-colored lights spun around the room. The Dolan Twins Warehouse sign was also on. Music thrummed through the sound system, speakers hidden everywhere, white to match the walls. Everyone was dressed to the nines so you felt a little better about your choice of outfit. You’d really gone all-out, but so had everyone else. You breathed a quiet sigh of relief as the three of you made your way over to the alcohol.

‘I won’t be so nervous if I have a drink in me…’ you thought to yourself, pouring a pretty generous portion of alcohol into your cup. Not enough to make you sick, but enough to take the edge off. You knew your limits.

You bit the edge of the cup as you held it to your lips, your eyes scanning the crowd for a sign of the twins, of Grayson. You held your breath, your hand shaking a little as you caught sight of Ethan, taking a shot and laughing with some friends. Okay, so they were here. But where was –


You whirled around when you heard that voice you’d learned to love. Grayson smiled down at you. He towered over you, even when you wore heels. He had on a black button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark wash jeans.

“You look amazing,” he said, eyeing you up and down. You smiled apprehensively.

“Thanks. You clean up nice yourself. Happy birthday.” You held your arms up, offering him a hug. He gladly took it, wrapping both his arms around your waist as yours twisted around his neck. He picked you up and you couldn’t contain a giggle as he held you tight in his arms. It felt right. You belonged there.

He didn’t let go of you when he put you back down on the ground, and neither did you. Your embrace lingered for a moment or two before he drew back, but not completely. He kept both of his hands on your hips. Your own hands rested on his chest, just below his shoulders as he spoke.

“I should probably try and say hello to everyone before they come look for me…” he said, sounding a little sour about it. You nodded and he winked at you. “I’ll come find you when I’m done,” he promised before he started toward the crowd. You picked up the drink you’d placed on the edge of the table and chewed on the edge of the cup again. This whole event was wearing on your nerves. You’d never planned out anything like this before. If you had kissed someone or slept with someone, it had come naturally. Everything happened in the moment.

But the two of you knew something was going to happen tonight and it made your stomach churn. What if he didn’t like the way you looked? Or kissed? Or…

‘Oh Lord…’ you thought, downing a large swig of the alcohol. You finished it quickly, pitching the cup and heading into the crowd to look for Leena and Danielle.

After a fair amount of searching - there had to have been at least 200 people at this party - you found them, dancing with a pair of cute boys. You shook your head as the two of them realized you were in distress and pulled you aside. You paced in a corner as they both folded their arms over their chests to listen to your worries.

“You guys, I can’t do this. I’m so nervous. What if I’m not what he expects? Or what he wants? What if -” Leena held up a hand to silence me.

“I’m gonna stop you RIGHT THERE,” she started, Danielle nodding along, knowing the speech was coming. “You are FLAWLESS. You are A QUEEN. And if he doesn’t like you or can’t handle you, then fuck him. We find you a guy who can. You don’t change or alter yourself at all for him. You be yourself and if he doesn’t like it, he can walk. The two of us will have your back no matter what.” Danielle nodded and took my hand.

“But I don’t think that’s the case,” she added, looking to Leena before back to me. “Look, he wouldn’t stick around for more than half a year if he wasn’t seriously into you, and I don’t think one night filled with awkward tension is going to change that. If he was chasing you to sleep with you, I don’t think he would’ve waited this long. There are plenty of girls banging down his door. But he wants you. You have to remember that.”

You ran your hand through your hair and took a deep breath, your stomach settling. You nodded as the two of them looked back at you with confident smiles.

“You’re a queen. Remember that. Maybe have one more cup of liquid courage and make it happen!” Danielle squeaked excitedly, bouncing a little and the three of us laughed. You went back to the alcohol and each fixed yourselves a drink. You only had half a drink because you could start to feel the first one taking effect.

Your best friends’ words rang through your head and the more you thought about it, the more confident you felt. You were a queen. You were hot as hell. And most importantly, you weren’t going to be intimidated by anyone. You felt a little better, standing taller, feeling the confidence starting to course through your veins.

As you finished your drink, feeling well enough to have another, you turned to reach for a bottle, and saw a familiar face, making you freeze. The Paul Brothers were smirking at you from the other side of the table. You rolled your eyes, still feeling self-empowered as the song on the speakers changed to buy me diamonds by Bea Miller and you couldn’t help but smile as you poured a drink, walking away from the table.

You found Danielle and Leena again and decided to dance with them as you waited for Grayson to come back. It was a party and this was definitely your squad’s song and you were determined to have a good time now, relaxing as the liquor made it’s way to your brain. The three of you danced along to the music, laughing and singing along to the words. You definitely all drew male attention toward you, some of it unwanted.

Logan made his way through the crowd and stepped up behind you, trying to put his hands on your hips and dance with you. You pulled away from him, but he kept pawing at you, trying to pull you back against him. There wasn’t much room to put space between you as the crowd was so pushed together, dancing under the lights. The music was too loud for anyone but Leena and Danielle to realize you were yelling at him.

“Stop touching me!” You shouted, shoving him away from you, taking a step back and handing your drink to Danielle, ready to cuss him out, but someone else beat you to it.

“What part of ‘no’ do you not get, dude? She’s not into you. She moved on. Get over it.” Grayson was standing between the two of you. The music had paused and the crowd had stopped once the two boys faced each other.

“Yeah? Who’d she replace me with, Dolan? You?” Logan folded his arms over his chest and drew faint laughter from the crowd. Grayson just smirked.

“And isn’t that sad for you?” He said. The crowd “oooh”ed, and you started to get nervous, knowing neither of the Paul Brothers were above throwing the first punch.

“Nobody invited you guys, so why don’t you just leave? She doesn’t want you here and Ethan and I sure as shit don’t want you here.” You could see Logan’s eyes flash and his arm swing out and you opened your mouth to yell, but Grayson caught his fist and twisted his arm, bringing Logan to his knees.

“Okay, that’s fine. We can do this the hard way. E!” In a flash, Ethan was beside his twin, and the two of them dragged the offending brothers to the garage door, tossing them outside. Once the door was closed again, Ethan put his arms up and yelled.

“PARTY ON PEOPLE!” The entire party roared with cheers and applause as the twins made their way triumphantly through the thick of the masses.

You quickly found Grayson again. You smiled up at him, biting your lip.

“Remind me to find a recording of that later,” you said, tucking your hands into the pockets of your skirt. Grayson chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“Yeah, I bet it’ll be all over Twitter tomorrow…” he said, sounding a little forlorn. You shrugged, reaching out for his other hand, the booze emboldening you.

“Who cares? It’s your birthday. Let’s have fun. Come dance with me.” He smiled at you and laced his fingers with you as you pulled him back toward your friends. Someone had restarted the song, and Grayson stood behind you, your back against his chest as his hands gripped your hips, you grinding against him as the music played.

Song after song played, and he never left your side, his fingers digging into your hips as  he held you close to him. You felt euphoric. The alcohol had done it’s job and you had a glorious buzz spinning around your head. As the song changed again, Grayson tugged at your hand and pulled you back through the crowd, to the back of the warehouse where the editing room was. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it. Most of the sound from the warehouse was blocked out now. He sighed and rested his head against the door.

“You okay, bup?” You stepped closer to him, reaching up to feel his forehead. He nodded, taking your hand in his and holding it against his cheek.

“Yeah. I just wanted a break from the crowd - from everyone else but you.” You could feel a blush bloom on your cheeks. He pulled you closer to him, releasing your hand only to wrap an arm around your waist, drawing you in.

“I never actually thanked you for telling off Logan…” you mused, looking up at him.

“You don’t have to,” he replied quickly, pushing a lock of hair out of your eyes.

“Yeah but you didn’t have to do that for me.”

“(Y/N), there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you,” he said, his voice low. He wasn’t drunk but he had “partaken” just like you had.

The sentence made you pause and look into his eyes. They weren’t clouded over with lust or demand, they weren’t distracted or wandering your body. His eyes were locked on yours, searching you, wanting to know you more. Your heart was in your mouth as you smiled at him.

“Oops?” He said with a smile and the two of you laughed. “I’m serious though. Everyone’s been trying to convince me that I shouldn’t be hanging out with you - that I’m just chasing you to get laid.” You held your breath as he spoke.

“But they’re wrong. They’re all wrong. They don’t know how I feel about you. They don’t know how seeing you smile makes me feel like I could run a marathon. They don’t understand that hearing you laugh at one of my stupid-ass jokes makes me feel like I can’t breathe for a minute…” Your head was reeling as he confessed himself to you. But you had to be sure. You had to hear it.

“Grayson, what are you saying?” You questioned him, and he smiled at you.

“Somewhere between ‘non-dates’ and holding your hand and making sure you got home safe and flirting with you…” he shook his head, and you could see him start to turn red. He let out an anguished sound and shrugged. “(Y/N), I fell in love with you…”

You would’ve cried if you weren’t drunk. So instead, you pulled him down to you by the back of his neck, landing your mouth on his in a fierce, hungry kiss. He was surprised, but after a moment, he reciprocated, kissing you back eagerly. You opened your mouth, your tongue forcing it’s way into his mouth, and he let out a gasp of surprise, his hand at the back of your head, holding you against his lips.

The kiss dwindled down after a moment or two, the passion leaking out through your lips. He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. You looked up at him, doing the same.

“I love you, Grayson. I love you so much. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. It actually hurts me sometimes. It hurt not to be able to touch you or kiss you or tell you what I felt. I wanted to show you…” You poured your heart out to him, gripping the back of his neck desperately, clinging to him.

“Then tell me now,” he begged. His voice was low and gravely, raspy. He ran a hand through your hair and rested his hand at the back of your head again. “Show me.”

You looked into his eyes for only a moment before he attacked your mouth with breath-taking kisses again. He pulled at your bottom lip with his teeth, growling low in his throat. It made you shudder in his arms. He pulled out his phone and sending a text message as you watched, raising an eyebrow, confused but amused.

“Grayson, what’re you doing?” He grinned at you, tossing his phone onto a desk.

“I told Ethan to turn up the music,” he said mischievously. You smiled as his hands slipped down your waist, over your ass to the back of your thighs. He whispered against your lips.


And you did.

He gripped your thighs as you wound your legs around his waist and he spun you around and pinned you against the door, his mouth at your throat with your head tilted back. You reached up and pulled the blinds down, blocking any outside view into the room. He looked up when he heard the noise of them falling down, and looked back at you, smirking.

He slid his hands under your top and easily lifted it over your head, tossing it aside. His mouth moved from your neck to your shoulder to your collar bone. He bit down on it, leaving a red mark, and you cried out in pleasure. You felt him smile against your skin as he leaned back up to whisper in your ear.

“I want you to be as loud for me as you can,” he said, his hands moving up your ribs to your chest, unlacing your backless bra. You tried not to let your chest heave under his fingers as he looked from his hands to your eyes. “Don’t hold back…”

You nodded as he pulled the garment off you and tossed it somewhere near where your top probably was. He put his palm flat on your back and dipped his mouth to your chest, teasing you, leaving gentle, chaste kisses in his wake. You whimpered and bit your lip and he took your nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, making you gasp.

He smirked until you put your feet back on the ground, your eyes locked on his as you unbuttoned his shirt, slowly - painfully slowly. Once you’d popped every button open, you slid your hands up his hard, chiseled form, taking in his skin as you pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind you. The two of you lingered, staring at each other before you both kicked off your shoes and he sat you down on the couch, pulling you into his lap. You straddled him, feeling how hard he was already against you.

He started to nip and bite and lick and kiss your other shoulder, leaving hickeys in his wake. You moaned out loud as his hands wandered down your back, sitting at your hips. He gripped them tightly and pushed you down onto him, which only made you moan louder.

“That’s it, baby. Moan for me,” he whispered against your neck and you rolled your hips into his, causing him to groan and hiss, biting your skin. You gripped his chin and brought his gaze to meet yours.

“If I’m moaning, I want you moaning too,” you said, your voice a hushed tone. He smirked.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he replied before silencing you with a kiss.

And it went on. You would grind against him every time he tried to bite you or leave a mark, teasing him mercilessly. He would gasp and moan and groan, making delicious sounds only encouraging you. You pushed your hips into his one last time and he growled again, pushing you back on the couch, leaning over you. He knelt between your legs, pinning you down.

“You like teasing me?” He asked, his tone still low and harsh. You smirked and he mirrored you. “Let’s see if you can handle it.”

His hand trailed from your ribs, down your stomach to rest at your hip bones. He’d pulled your skirt off a while back, leaving you in just your little black lace boyshort underwear. His thumb stroked over your hip bone and for some reason, it drove you wild. You bucked your hips up as he leaned down to bite your neck, his tongue dipping against your skin after a moment or two.

“Grayson…” you breathed, your hand tangling in his hair. He leaned his head up to your ear.

“I’m gonna torture you babygirl…” he said, slipping his hand into the front of your panties, his hand hovering over your core. You bit your lip and moaned, closing your eyes. His middle finger pressed gently against your clit and you gasped, gripping his shoulder with one hand.

He grinned as his finger started to move in slow, steady circles. You let out a long, loud groan, your head thrown back. His slow movements really did torture you, and you knew he was loving listening to you, watching you. You bit your lip and let out a quiet whimpering noise, wordlessly begging him for more.

“You like that baby?” He asked. You nodded eagerly before he stopped, and you held your breath. “How about this?” He asked before you felt his middle finger sink into you slowly. Your jaw dropped open and you moaned louder than you had all night.

“That’s right, kitten, moan for me. Let everyone know,” his finger curled up inside you as he stroked your g-spot expertly. You nearly jumped out of your skin, panting and moaning and rolling your body against his. “God, (Y/N), you’re so wet for me already.”

“Grayson, please…” you asked, begged, pleaded. You had to have more of him.

“Tell me what you want, (Y/N),” he commanded as you writhed underneath him. He added a second finger into you, making your eyes roll back into your head.

“I need you,” you moaned, clawing at his back, surely leaving deep red scratches.

“What do you need me to do?” He asked. You couldn’t help but smirk as he pressed you. You opened your eyes to see him staring down at you.

“I need you to fuck me,” you said, and his eyes seemed to turn black with desire. He pulled your panties down and chuckled them across the room. He made quick work of his jeans and boxers, taking his place between your legs again. You were surprised at how big he was.

He lined himself up with your entrance before looking back to you.

“Ready?” He asked. You nodded earnestly, and he sunk himself into you slowly, the two of you groaning and gripping each other, trying not to explode right then.

“Oh, fuck. Grayson, you’re so big,” you said, gripping him by the scruff of the neck. He bit his lip until he was entirely inside you, leaning down to kiss you sweetly as you adjusted to his size.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he muttered against your lips. You smiled and kissed him quickly.

“I love you, Grayson,” you responded, pushing his hair off his forehead. You could feel him twitching inside you, desperate to move.

“How do you want it, baby?” he asked, trailing kisses across your shoulders. You made him look at you.

“Hard. Fast. Fuck me, Grayson,” your voice was full of lust and desire, and you didn’t have to tell him twice as he began to move his hips. He started slow, building up speed, but the quicker his hips moved, the harder he pounded into you. You moaned his name over and over like a mantra, praying for release.

“That’s it, babygirl, say my name.” So you did. You moaned and sighed in the shape of his name as he drove the two of you closer and closer to oblivion. His right hand dropped to your hips and he began to rub focused circles against your clit with his thumb. You cried out as you had earlier.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Grayson, don’t stop,” you pleaded and he did as you asked, only picking up pace and fucking you harder. Your head clouded and you were completely engulfed in the pleasure he was giving you. You were so close and he was only pushing you further into climax.

Your body arched and shook underneath his ministrations. Each touch he provided only made you moan, made you wetter, pushed you closer. Grayson flipped the two of you over, so you were sitting in his lap, straddling him again, riding him. You bounced in his lap and he held your hips so tight that there were sure to be bruises in the morning. You rolled your hips into his, sliding along his length easily, and his head fell back against the back of the couch.

His hands moved from your hips to your ass and he gripped it tightly as he helped your hips keep up pace, making both of you gasp in pleasure. 

You were getting close and you knew he was too. You moved quicker, and he dug is fingers deeper into your skin, his nails nearly breaking your skin. You leaned down to kiss his neck, leaving angry red and purple marks, biting and licking his skin, tasting him, wanting to take in as much of him as possible. He practically roared when you bit him, and he pushed you back down onto the couch, doubling his speed and force.

You let out a moan to match, nearly screaming his name. He again reached down to rub your clit in frantic circles, making your back arch.

“Grayson, I-I’m so close…” you breathed, your heart beating loudly in your ears.

“Cum for me, (Y/N),” he ordered. His voice was so deep that it vibrated through you, and you unraveled in his hands, clenching around his cock as the two of you cried out. He came tumbling after, shouting your name and gripping a handful of your hair carefully. He kept pushing until he couldn’t anymore and he collapsed on top of you, the two of you panting and gasping for breath. You wrapped an arm around him, keeping him on top of you.

He pulled a blanket from the chair nearby and laid next to you, pulling you into his chest. You hardly protested as he wrapped it around the two of you, then wrapping his arms around you under the blanket. You smiled as you looked up at him.

“I really do love you,” he said, stroking your hair. Your smile widened.

“I know. I love you too. Happy birthday.” He chuckled and put an arm behind his head, smirking broadly.

“No kidding, happy birthday to me.”

Arranged Marriage (E.D X Reader) Part 1

Description: When you were 10 your parents told you if you didn’t have a boyfriend by the age 18 they were going to make an arranged marriage for you. As your 18th birthday rolls around and you have no boyfriend your parents found the boy you will marry. Will you fall for him or will this arranged marriage fall apart?

Word Count: 1022

Warnings: Language kinda

Originally posted by dailydolantwins

When you were younger you remembered wanting to be the girl that got married and had a handsome husband to come home to. Well when you turned 10 your parents told you that if you didn’t have a boyfriend by the age of 18 they were going to find a boy for you to marry. You didn’t have a choice to say no to their arrangement since they were your parents.

Now it’s your 18th birthday and you knew what was heading your way. You have dreaded your 18th birthday since you found out your parents were going to arrange a marriage for you. You always thought you would find the most gorgeous boy and fall in love with him on your own time. Not from your parents.

As you woke up you didn’t know how to feel, but you did know that you were nervous. You had to admit that your parents didn’t have the best taste when it came to guys. They either found attractive guys with ugly personalities or unattractive guys with amazing personalities. So finding out the guy they have picked out for you has you on edge. You walked downstairs to the smell of the sizzling bacon your mom was cooking.

“Goodmorning Y/N. Happy 18th birthday darling!”  Your dad said standing up from his seat that the dining room table to give you a big hug. You returned the hug and pulled away smiling back at your dad. “Goodmorning. What is all of this?” You asked looking at all the food laid out on the table. “We wanted to make you breakfast for your big day!” Your mom said turning to with a huge smile on your face. “Big day? What’s so big about you guys finding the boy that I will spend the rest of my life with?” You said sarcastically rolling your eyes in the process. “It’s a big day because you are going to meet him and his family today!” Your dad said with the same huge smile your mom had given you. You spit out the food that was in your mouth causing you to choke. “W-w- what?!” You yelled while trying to catch your breath. “We are going to be meeting with them in an hour so hurry up and finish eating.” Your mom said taking her and your dad’s dishes to the sink. You looked at them with disbelief and shock.

You didn’t think they found a guy for you yet. You thought since you turned 18 today that they would start looking today not already have a boy picked out. You couldn’t believe what was happening. This has probably been the worst thing to happen to you in your life. You couldn’t just marry a boy you didn’t even know. He probably didn’t want to marry you either! This whole situation is crazy and stupid!

You finished eating your breakfast after trying to take your time. You put your dirty dishes in the sink and headed upstairs to your room. You looked through your drawers to find something nice to wear. You might not like the idea of meeting the guy you’re going to eventually marry but you still want to look cute. You settled on teal sundress and brought into the bathroom. You stripped down and got into the shower. You got out after 15 minutes and started to do you makeup. You decided to not wear a lot and to put your hair into two french braids. You looked at yourself in the mirror. ‘What’s the worst that could happen?’ You thought to yourself before heading out of the bathroom. You grabbed your phone off the charger and purse off your desk chair. As you walked downstairs you saw your parents grabbing the car keys heading towards the front door. “Ready sweetie?” Your mom asked with a smile on her face. “As ready as I’m going to be.” You said letting out a long sigh.

You and your parents headed out to the car. You had to admit you were nervous to meet this guy. All you wanted was for this guy not to be a asshole and to be very attractive. It was about a half an hour car ride. The whole car ride you couldn’t stop thinking what this guy could be like. Was he tall? Was he an asshole? Did he have a good personality? All these questions were going through your head that you didn’t even realize you had pulled into his driveway. You couldn’t hide your nervousness as much as you tried to. You get out of the car with your parents and made your way to the front door. Your dad knocked on the door a few times before a woman answered the door. “Hi Y/D/N! Come in!” She said with a huge smile. You guys walked into the gorgeous house. “You must be the famous Y/N! I’m Lisa!.” Lisa said hugging you. You smiled and hugged her back. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” You said back with nervous smile. “Ethan is in the backyard with Grayson. I’ll go get him so you guys can get to know each other! Come sit down. Make yourself at home!” She said smiling one of the happiest smiles you have ever seen. She walked outside to the backyard. You sat there patiently with your parents sitting next you.

So his name is Ethan.’ You thought to yourself. You were so caught in your thought that you didn’t realize that Lisa had returned with Ethan. You look up and see the most attractive boy you have ever set eyes on. You felt you mouth ajar from the shock you had from seeing this breathtaking boy. “Ethan, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Ethan. We are going to leave you guys alone so can get to know each other a little better.” Lisa said as her and your parents made their way outside to the backyard to leave you two in private. “Hi, I’m Ethan your future husband.” He said grinning at you. What did your parents get you into?

So I was reading a victuuri soulmates au where they swap bodies on the younger soulmate’s 21st birthday (link - I’m so sad it seems to be abandoned! It’s one of my favs).

And I couldn’t help but think - imagine if it were All27? (Well, technically not All27, since they’re all each other’s soulmates, instead of all of them being just Tsuna’s soulmates, but I don’t think we have a ship name for that…and it’s all just semantics, really, anyways.) 

Like! Can you just fucking imagine!! All the fucking chaos!

Given Lambo is 9 years younger than Tsuna, and if we changed it so the switch happens at the youngest’s 18th birthday, then Tsuna and the others would be 27, Ryohei and Mukuro 28, and Hibari 29.

At this point, they would already have been leading the Vongola for a long time, and I imagine they would all have already assumed that they just didn’t have soulmates or anything.

And then Lambo’s 18th birthday rolls around.

Tsuna wakes up as Hibari.

Hibari wakes up as Lambo.

Lambo wakes up as Mukuro.

Mukuro wakes up as Ryohei.

Ryohei wakes up as Gokudera.

Gokudera wakes up as Yamamoto.

Yamamoto wakes up as Chrome.

And Chrome wakes up as Tsuna.

Imagine how confused everyone in the Vongola HQ would be!

Mukuro has the bright idea of just using his illusions to make everyone look like themselves.

Too bad he’s not in control of his own body though, and sun flames, unfortunately, can’t make illusions.

And God knows Yamamoto and Lambo don’t have the concentration or the attention to detail needed to keep up such complex and intricate illusions all day while the eight of them wait to return to their own bodies.

Well, why don’t they just have another mist flame user do it?

Considering there’s eight of them, and the illusionist would have to keep in mind who is in what body, and would have to know them intimately enough to actually create convincing illusions of them all? The only 2 people other than Chrome and Mukuro that are actually talented enough to do that are Fran and Viper, and let’s be honest, they probably find the whole situation hilarious and are more inclined to just sit back and watch the show.

Not to mention that, whoops, Gokudera, Tsuna, and Mukuro had been at the Chiavarone HQ the night before for some meetings with Dino.

Ryohei and Yamamoto were finishing up some assignments back home in Japan.

And only Chrome, Lambo, and Hibari were actually home at the Vongola HQ when it happened.

Mukuro (Ryohei’s body) and Gokudera (Yamamoto’s body) decide that it would probably just be safer to stay in Japan in the meantime. They head to one of the Foundation’s safehouses and try not to kill each other while they wait to be switched back.

Lambo (Mukuro’s body) and Ryohei (Gokudera’s body) is an absolutely horrible combo in any situation, let alone when one of them is in the Right-hand man’s body, and the other has access to fucking mist flames. Luckily, they have Chrome (Tsuna’s body) to babysit them. (When Tsuna finds out she’s the one in his body, he’s inordinately relieved. Other than Gokudera, she’s literally the only other one of his guardians that wouldn’t cause an absolute disaster in his body.)

The guardians all try their damndest not to let outsiders know about what’s just happened, but luckily, Chrome and the other two are at Dino’s mansion, and considering Dino is basically family, they have no misgivings about informing him of what happened. He promptly arranges an armored car and five of his strongest subordinates to escort them back home.

Meanwhile Tsuna (Hibari’s body) is left waiting anxiously at home for the three of them to get home safely, while having to deal with everyone in the mansion reflexively flinching away from him when they see him, and them staring at him dumbfoundedly when he smiles sweetly at them.

In the end, they all spend the day so stressed out, that they don’t even have time to think about the fact that they’re each other’s soulmates until the next day, when Ryohei and Yamamoto (back in their own bodies) return to the HQ. 

The 8 of them spend the whole day just relaxing, lounging around at home and basically just taking time to process this new bit of information (that they all, deep down, had already suspected).

Voices (Seungkwan Soulmate AU)

Pairing: Seungkwan x Reader

Type: Soulmate AU

(A/N: look at this lil cutie…Also, the thoughts inside your heads will be in italics)

Originally posted by seungkvvan

You and your soulmate are connected by telepathy - you can hear each other’s thoughts and communicate once you turn 18…

  • From the time you were little, you had heard stories of how people met their soulmates
  • your parents loved telling you the story of how they met, through the necklaces they both wore
  • you anxiously awaited any sign that you were connected to your soulmate
  • but, as the years passed, your hope began to dwindle as there was no sign of you having a soulmate
  • you checked constantly for any tattoos on your arms, any writing, objects, sounds, everything
  • by the time your 18th birthday rolled around, you had completely given up
  • you just decided that you would continue to live your life as you normally would
  • there would be days where you would feel hurt and angry that you didn’t have a soulmate even though you did but you knew you had to power through
  • one day, you were sitting at your desk, writing a paper for one of your classes, when you heard a humming noise
  • you went to see if your roommate had returned, but there was no one there
  • “what is this? what’s going on?” you thought
  • “who is this? what are you doing inside my head?” a voice returned, causing you to jump
  • “am I hearing things? am i going crazy? who are you?!” you returned
  • “i asked you first!” the voice yelled
  • “i asked you second!” you yelled back
  • this argument lasted a good hour before you two eventually gave up
  • “can I at least know your name so I don’t have to continue calling you ‘the voice in my head’?” you asked
  • “I’m Seungkwan. You are?” he answered
  • “(Y/N)” you replied.
  • because you were curious by nature, you decided to hit up your parents to see why you were hearing this voice
  • once you told them the situation, you heard their voices get very excited as they explained to you that the voice you were hearing was most likely the voice of your soulmate
  • you were confused - you were so sure that your soulmate didn’t exist. why is this just coming out now?
  • you asked them why this hadn’t come up until now, and your parents explained to you that sometimes it takes time for the link to be unlocked
  • in your case, it was when you both turned 18 years old
  • you decided to get back to Seungkwan, asking him what he knew
  • “i guess you’re my soulmate, huh?” you questioned
  • “yeah! i guess that’s how this works…” he answered
  • “well, i’m happy to know that you exist,” you told him
  • “same here” he responded
  • the two of you talked for hours, getting to know each other excitedly
  • you could feel the hope return to your heart again
  • at one point, he mentioned that he liked to sing, and you immediately asked if he would sing to you
  • naturally, you were completely hooked on his voice
  • it became a usual tradition between the two of you to either have him sing you to sleep or you read to him at night
  • you loved the sound of his voice, and you could only imagine what it sounded like in person
  • you had hinted at him becoming a professional singer, to which he would only respond with a laugh
  • if only you knew…
  • you were browsing through youtube when you came across a song called “Habit” buy this group called Seventeen
  • you had clicked on it to see what it sounded like, and your jaw just dropped in shock
  • the voice that you heard out over everyones was the one in your head that you loved so much: Seungkwan
  • you were so shocked that your soulmate, the one you had joked about being a singer with, was ACTUALLY A SINGER way to go reader
  • you knew you had to keep this on the down low from him, knowing he might get nervous if you knew who he really was
  • but still, you wanted to surprise him
  • you two continued to talk like normal as you began to write down a plan to finally meet him
  • you ordered tickets for their next concert, right in the front row
  • you couldn’t let him know that you were there until he was on stage
  • you waited anxiously with the other Carats, knowing that soon you would be face-to-face with your soulmate
  • soon, the lights went dark, and the music began to play, causing the entire stadium to roar with cheers and shouts
  • the boys came out on stage singing, but the only one you could focus on was Seungkwan
  • you smiled happily, watching your soulmate dance and sing his heart out on stage, having the time of his life
  • as soon as the song ended, you decided it was time to let him know you were here
  • “you look so handsome in your pink suit, i don’t know what to do” you thought, knowing full well that he’d be able to hear it
  • you could tell the exact moment that he heard your voice in his head because he grew a look of pure shock on his face like the video of the dramatic chipmunk
  • you let out a laugh as you watched him scan the crowd frantically for any indication of his soulmate
  • you watched as one of the boys Vernon went over to him to ask him what was wrong, and you saw Seungkwan whisper something in his ear, causing boy to grow the same look
  • they held a silent conversation as the rest of the group and prepared to start the next song before Seungkwan interrupted them
  • “i’m sorry to do this, but this is important. i just found out that my soulmate is here tonight in the crowd. i was hoping to ask if it was okay for me to meet them?” he requested
  • there were a few sad yells from the crowd, but the majority of the crowd cheered with joy knowing that their lil Seungkwan was about to meet his soulmate because we’re supportive like that
  • “(Y/N), are you out there?” he asked, walking around the stage to look at the crowd from all directions
  • the crowd began to sift, whispering and attempting to find you
  • you took this chance to yell out his name, causing his head to whip around to see you
  • he ran over to where you were standing, reaching your hand out to meet his
  • “ITS YOU! ITS REALLY YOU!” he yelled
  • “ITS ME! IM REALLY HERE!” you yelled back
  • the entire crowd went wild as the two of you smiled at each other
  • he quickly made sure if it was okay to bring you up, and you got the a-okay, so you were pulled up on stage as the crowd continued to cheer
  • “so, (Y/N), as my soulmate, you can hear my voice in your head, yes?” he asked you. You nodded, wondering where this was going
  • “Well since you know I can sing, I was wondering if we could sing a song just for you?” you nodded furiously. “Well, everyone, I have a perfect song for this occasion. Let’s sing Adore U for (Y/N)!”
  • that’s how you ended up sitting on stage, with your soulmate and his friends serenading you
  • after the song, you were brought backstage, so that once the concert was over, you could finally greet your soulmate properly
  • you couldn’t wait to have that voice with you for the rest of your life

Think about how McCree, back in Deadlock, never got to celebrate his birthday, no one ever remembered it. Joining Blackwatch, he was too new, and his 18th birthday rolls around and he thinks he’s going to be forgotten again. But nah, he finds a little wrapped gift in his quarters at the end of the day, addressed from Reyes. And the birthday after that, and after that, until McCree bursts into Reyes’ office demanding to know his birthday so he could return the favor. Reyes is laughing his ass off like ‘you think I would forget any of my agent’s birthdays? You’re family now kid. And, it’s in April…’


Summary: Stew throws you a surprise bday party


Writer: Tristyn

The Better Maloley😏👅💦: so babe, what do you want for you 18th birthday😄

I roll my eyes playfully at my boyfriend. Today was my 18th birthday and I just wanted to be lowkey about being finally legal. I didn’t even want a gift. It’s not that I didn’t like attention, I just didn’t want anyone going through the trouble just for a “milestone birthday”.

Me: ☺️nothing my king. Just you and few movies…. and maybe our bed😏

The Better Maloley😏👅💦: babeeeeeeee its ur 18th for fucks sake. We gotta do sumthing. Why don’t you want anything??? Like A PARTY???

Me: I don’t want y'all going through that much effort for lil old me🤷‍♀️

The Better Maloley😏👅💦: fine😒 be a fucking angel 🙄just come home quick….I miss you❤

Me: omw rn 😘❤

I pull out of the mall parking lot and head for me and Stews house. We bought it for when we finish senior year so we don’t have to live with his mom and dad.

As I pull up I see a bunch of cars in our driveway. I decide to make myself semi presentable since Stew seems to have thrown me a party.

I walk up my front door and take a breath before slowly pushing it open. Everyone was standing there with drinks in their hands.

“HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY Y/N” everyone shouts. I smile and laugh at all these people.

“You guys, I said you didn’t need to do anything for me.” I say locking eyes with stew.

“We wanted to babe. Now go upstairs and put on something extremely sexy” Stew says in my ear before smacking my ass and sending me off.

I walk upstairs and put on a new red dress I bought. The straps were extremely thin and the neck line was a deep V. It was really tight and super short. I decide to leave my hair wavy and put on some red lipstick and touch up my makeup. I put on some black heels and head backdown stairs.

Everyone whistles and takes pictures and videos of me coming down the stairs. I pose a little at every step and see Stew in the front row. I blow a kiss and wink at him.

He grabs my hand and helps me down the last couple stairs and pulls me into him.

“I’m so fucking lucky to call you mine. Happy birthday princess.” He whispers in my ear moving his hands down to my ass.

“Well Stewart, you could’ve had all of me right now but, you choose to throw a party…guess I’ll model my new bras for someone else” I say in his ear before kissing his cheek and walking away.

I hear him groan but I block it out as I thank everyone I see, stopping to take pictures occasionally.

A couple hours into the party everyone was having a lot of fun. All my friends were here and even the jacks, Sam, Nate and Swazz showed up a little late. We were all partying and drinking from champagne bottles Nate picked me up and placed me on a throne right in front of the DJ stand Rupp was out.

I was above everyone and could see every one with their phones out. I grab mine and and go on snapchat.

When I look up I see Stew walking towards me with a birthday cake with sparklers like Madison had just had at her party. Everyone starts singing Happy Birthday but it was a remix thanks to Rupp.

They set the cake on the table and let me make a speech.

“Thank you to everyone who came here tonight. It’s been a crazy 18 years and I’m so blessed that I get to be here with all of you. I’ve learned so many things from my amazing friends and they’ve prepared me to be the adult i need to be. I learned from Johnson to stay hydrated, humble and kind. I learned from Gilinsky that if you love it, keep it. Skate taught me to stay focused and that dating your friends little brother isn’t thattt bad. Swazz taught me to be hella supportive cause all you got is your family and friends. Madison taught me to dream big. Rupp taught me to party hard. And finally my boyfriend Stewart Maloley taught me that love is real and so are soulmates. He taught me to love myself because there’s always something worth loving. Thank you all so so much and I hope you don’t think this party is over. TO BEING A LEGAL ADULT AND FUCKING SHIT UP” I put up a champagne glass and we al cheer and cut the cake.

The party is still going hardcore and I think only like 4 people have left. I was on the dance floor dancing with everyone when I saw stew watching me. I winked at him and walked over.

“Stalker vibes are strong babe” I say kissing his cheek.

“Good cause you’re all mine.” He says wrapping my arms around him and pulling me closer.

“You know I love you so much y/n?” He says from the top of my head.

“Yea. I love you too stew.” I smile before pulling my head back to look at the beautiful creature I had managed to get lucky with. I slowly lean in the kiss stew as his hands move down to my ass.

I groan into the kiss as he chuckles. We’re in a fairly empty kitchen but stew looks up and continues watching the party while moving his hand up the dress and into my underwear. His other hand his on the small of my back pulling me to him. I look up and he’s smirking while acting like he’s not fingering me. I get closer to my release and put my head on his chest panting heavily.

Stews fingers pump in and out of me quickly chasing my orgasm. I moan quietly before coming on Stews fingers.

He told everyone we were tired and let them know to leave whenever they wanted before he dragged me up the steps and into our room.

Tony Stark Dirty Imagine: Barely Legal (Requested by Anon)


Tonight was your 18th birthday and your friends had managed to sneak you into one of the most popular clubs in New York City…which was meant to be for ages 21 and up. 

Regardless, your friends had gotten you a fake ID and had practically dragged you into the club despite your attempts at talking them out of it. 

Now you were lazily sitting at the bar drinking a beer and watching your friends dance the night away on the dance floor. Some of them wanted to stay with you, but you insisted that they go and have fun. You told them you were perfectly okay with just sitting and drinking a few beers. 

So as you watched them grind on guys that looked like they were way too old for them on the dance floor, you saw a tall, dark-haired man sit next to you.

“Hi!” he said in a cheery voice, shooting you a smile.

You glanced up at him from your beer and did a double-take. That wasn’t…. No. It couldn’t have been, could it?

You set your beer down on the bar, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

“H-hi.” you stuttered.

“Okay if I buy you a drink?” he asked with his fingertips grazing your bare knee.

You stared back at him for a few seconds before stuttering out a “sure.”

He shot you a cocky smile and waved the bartender over. 

“Two shots of tequila for me and the lady.” he yelled over the music, shooting a wink at you.

The bartender looked  between the two of you curiously but his eyes were more focused on you.

“I’m gonna need to see her ID.” he said gruffly.

You nodded quickly and pulled out your fake ID to show the bartender. He took it in his hands and stared skeptically at it and looked over to the handsome man trying to buy you a drink. 

The man gave him an annoyed look and the bartender quickly nodded, handing you back your ID. 

The bartender set two shot glasses down on the table and poured tequila in it, leaving the bottle behind. He walked away and went to pour a drink for another customer.

The man who just bought you the tequila handed you a glass and clinked his with yours.

“Bottoms up.” he said before throwing his head back and downing the shot. You did the same, only a little bit slower. The alcohol burned your throat as you went down. Since you had never drank hard liquor before, it caused you to cough and sputter a bit. But you drank it nevertheless.

The man shook his head and snickered at you as you desperately tried to cover up your coughs and gags. 

He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, his hand now stroking your thigh.

“I know you’re not 21.”

You widened your eyes and stared at the wall as he whispered in your ear again, this time letting his hand move to rest on your hip.

“It’s not that hard to tell. But it’s okay, I won’t get you thrown out.”

You gulped a little as he pulled back to look at you, moving a hair out of your face.

“I know who you are.” you retaliated, making him chuckle.

“Do you now?” he asked, leaning against the bar but still leaning forward enough to talk to you. 

“Yeah.” you swallowed as you continued your sentence, “You’re Tony Stark.”

He shot you a cocky grin and nodded, chuckling. 

“Why yes, yes I am. I was afraid you wouldn’t know or say I was somebody else, like Leonardo DiCaprio." 

Tony poured himself another shot and downed it immediately. 

"That has happened before.”

You sat up a bit now, suddenly becoming more confident.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/N).” you responded, biting your lip.

Tony’s eyes scanned your body up and down, taking in the curves hugged by your dress and the way your breasts pushed against the tight fabric.

He leaned closer to you and said something in a low voice only you could hear.

“How old are you (Y/N)?”

You bit your lip. “Today’s my 18th birthday." 

Tony raised his eyebrows and smiled at you again.

"Great. Now I won’t get in trouble for asking what I’m about to ask you.”

“What’s that?” you asked him, giving him innocent eyes.

Tony sucked in a breath as he towered over you and grazed his fingertips over your knee again. His touch send shivers down your spine and made your hands shake slightly, but you covered them up quickly.

“You wanna come back to my place?”

You bit your lip as he leaned down to place a kiss on your jawline.

“And do what?” you asked. You tried to sound flirty, but your voice came out rather shaky. 

Tony chuckled in your ear. 

“I think you have an idea as to what we’ll be doing.”

Your face turned red immediately as you stared up at Tony. He was still eyeing you as you responded shyly.

“What about Pepper?" 

Tony shook his head. "Broke up about a month ago.”

You thought it over quickly in your head. Having sex with a random stranger, let alone Tony Stark probably wasn’t the wisest idea. But your friends were off doing their own thing and it’s not like they’d miss you. Plus, he was extremely sexy. And the way he was looking at you made you want to throw yourself at him. 

So why the hell not?

“Alright.” you said shyly.

Tony smirked and took your hand, leaving the club. However, you didn’t go out the front entrance. You went through the back door where he led you to a parking garage with a parked Ferrari lighting up from the buttons on his keychain. 

He eagerly opened the door for you and you slid in. Immediately, you started admiring the leather you were sitting in and staring at the shiny stereo system installed in his car.

Tony climbed in a mere few seconds later. He started up the ignition and drove away, looking over to you every so often.

“Nice car.” you commented, staring at Tony.

He gave you a cocky grin and placed his hand on your thigh.

“Thank you.” he responded, “It was custom made.”

You sucked in a breath as his hand pushed your dress up and moved to rest just at your panties. 

Tony chuckled and smirked to himself as you tried your best to not focus on the hand that was practically wanting to rip your panties off. 

When you got to Stark Towers, Tony parked the car in his private garage and led you up the stairs to his living room.

“JARVIS.” Tony said, speaking to what looked like the air.

But then a robotic male-sounding voice rang out around the house.

“Welcome home sir.” the voice said, “Did you have a nice time?”

Tony lifted his head to smile at you as he poured you two two glasses of whiskey.

“I did, as a matter of fact. Play some mood music for the lady and I would you?”

“As you wish sir.”

Suddenly the notes from Foreigner’s “Urgent” rang out around the room. Tony approached you with the glasses of whiskey in his hand and you took one with small fingers. 

Tony took a sip of his drink, his eyes still trained on you.

 "So (Y/N).“

You raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Tony?”

“Why weren’t you having a sleepover at one of your friend’s house for your 18th birthday?” he asked jokingly.

You soffed and rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. 

“They had other plans in mind.”

“Won’t they miss you if they see you’re gone?”

You shrugged and took a sip of your drink. It was smooth, and a lot better than the tequila shot you had earlier.

“Probably not. They were all grinding on random guys on the dance floor anyway.”

Tony laughed and took another drink. 

“You’re not into that?”

You smiled at him and walked closer to him, taking a sip of the whiskey and holding the glass towards your body.


“But you’ll go home with someone you barely know.” he said in a low voice.

You shrugged again and responded while taking a sip of your drink and staring at him with a look of want and desire on your face. 


“Well.” Tony said as he took both of your glasses and set them on a nearby table. “I’m glad you came home with me and not some random stranger.”

You giggled. “Yeah, that would’ve been totally unsafe.”

Tony scoffed jokingly. “A nightmare.”

You suddenly noticed how close the two of you were and before you could say anything else, Tony suddenly leaned in and connected his lips with yours. 

His lips were surprisingly soft but they tasted like alcohol from the tequila and whiskey. 

Tony pulled away to look at you, his eyes suddenly a darker shade of brown. 

You quickly pulled him again but this time the kiss was more heated. He pried your lips open with his tongue and slithered his way inside, exploring your mouth and fighting with your tongue. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands tightly gripped your waist, pulling at the fabric of your dress. 

“This needs to come off.” he mumbled into your mouth.

Tony spun you around and immediately unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor. 

Tony licked his lips with desire and his breathing accelerated as they took in the sight of your sexy body.

He came up behind you and started kissing your neck and immediately dove his hand into your panties, making you gasp in surprise and arch your back only slightly.

His other hand moved to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the floor through your arms. His hand squeezed one of your breasts and rolled the hardened nipple between his fingers. 

You whimpered as he sucked at the skin on your neck and dove two fingers inside of you without warning.

“Mmm.” he hummed against your skin, “Tell me (Y/N). Is this your first time?”

“N-no.” you breathed out, squirming under his touch.

It was true. You had lost your virginity to your last boyfriend, whom you broke up with because he realized he was gay.

Tony chuckled darkly onto your skin.


He pushed your head and smashed his mouth onto yours as he continued fingering you, his fingers curling when they found your g-spot.

“Mmmm….oh fuck.” you whimpered out as his fingers pounded furiously in and out of you. You broke away from his lips and arched your back, closing your eyes and letting your mouth fall open. 

Moans escaped your lips as he continued fingering you. 

“Come for me.” he growled into your ear, “I want you to come.”

Immediately, you came all over his fingers. Tony slowly pulled them out of you and stuck them in his mouth, his tongue swirling around his fingers and his cheeks hollowing slightly as he sucked them. 

After a few seconds, his eyes connected with yours as they were pulled out of his mouth. 

“You taste good, baby.” he said in a husky voice. 

Immediately, you threw yourself at him and passionately smashed your lips onto his. He eagerly kissed back as he backed you up against his couch. Your hands moved to tug the hem of his t-shirt. Tony stepped back only momentarily to yank his shirt off of his head and throw it across the room. 

Your hands unbuckled his jeans as he kissed you again and within seconds, his pants and boxers were on the floor and kicked behind him.

Tony pulled away to give you a smile. You returned it as you jumped up into his arms and attacked his neck with your lips as he moved to the other side of the couch and pinned you down on the cushions. 

Tony lined himself up with your entrance as plunged into you without warning.

“Oh FUCK.” you cried out as he pounded into you mercilessly. You spread your legs wider for him to give him a better angle and in return, he ducked his head down to suck on your chest and leave love bites. 

You moaned loudly over and over again, causing Tony to whisper in your ear.

“You like that, sexy?” he rasped in your ear.

“Oh God, yes.” you moaned back. 

Tony roughly kissed you again as he plunged into you even harder, suddenly finding your g-spot and making you cry out in his mouth. 

Tony broke away to moan very loudly.

“Jesus Christ. You’re so tight, fuck!”

You groaned and bit your lip as his hips rocked into yours. You moved your hips to match his thrusts and pulled his head down to talk dirty in his ear.

“I love your fat cock inside of me.” you whispered in his ear breathlessly.

Tony groaned and thrusted into you even harder, his eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure he was experiencing.

“Oh fuck, Tony!” you moaned in his ear, “You feel amazing in my tight pussy, augh!”

“Christ (Y/N).” he groaned loudly as he leaned up and took your legs under his arms and plunged into you again, giving him a better angle.

You took your breasts in your hands, squeezing and massaging them.

“You fuck me so good, Tony! AUGH!" 

Tony gave off a deep growl from the back of his throat and thrusted at maximum power. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and dug your head into the couch cushions, complete and total euphoria washing over you.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Tony groaned breathlessly.

“Me too." 

Tony came inside of you without warning, and you did just shortly after. Tony gave one last groan as he slowly pulled out of you and collapsed on the opposite side of the couch. He was sweaty and his hair was damp; his chest was heaving up and down as he tried his hardest to regain his breathing. 

You panted and sat up slowly, thinking about what you just did. 

"I just had sex with Tony Stark…” you whispered. 

Tony wasn’t meant to hear it, but he did.

“Yeah, you did.” he panted from his spot on the couch, looking over to smile widely at you but soon dropped his head on the couch again. 

But then he thought of something.

“Um…hey if you get pregnant-”

“I’m on the pill.” you interrupted him, “Don’t worry, I won’t be birthing any of your offspring.”

He smiled in relief at you and chuckled. “Good.”

After a few minutes of regaining your breath, you finally spoke again.

“Um. Well, I should go.”

You tried to stand up but instead you fell immediately to the rug on his floor. 

Tony looked at you on the floor and burst out laughing. 

You rolled your eyes playfully and heaved yourself back on the couch again. 

“Never mind.” you said.

Tony stopped laughing at a few seconds and looked at you with a gentle smile on his face.

“Good thing you can’t walk. I wanted you to stay anyway.” he said as he got up and walked over to the back of the couch to pick up his clothes. 

You gasped and looked at him. “Really?”

Tony shrugged and gave you a sideways smile.

“Yeah, why not?”

The Exiles Ever After: Chapter One

This is the story of a giant baker down on his luck and kicked out of his home, a would-be Prince Charming with a pet bear, a curious scientist princess and a good-hearted liar in a world that’s a bit like our fairy tales, but also very much not. It also features toads, wolves, cakes, violent plants, commerce, trauma, and an uplifted moth. 

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FICS I’M PUMPED FOR :: TENEBRAE by @abcbarricadeboys  ✨

When Mattie Louvel’s parents were murdered during the Uprising, the young werewolf was placed into the care of the local wolf pack in Queens, New York. She grew up knowing the reasons for her parent’s death.

After a number of run in with the law, she got bounced from her wolf pack and from the foster home she lived in. Only 14 years old at the time, she moved around. Mattie gets arrested by werewolf and NYPD detective Luke Garroway. He recognises her last name, he drops the charges against her and takes her under his wing. In an attempt to help her re-adjust to being part of a pack and having friends of her own age, he brings her to a dinner with Jocelyn and her daughter Clay. The three of them, Clary, Simon and Mattie, become fast friends and form an unbreakable group.

When Clary’s 18th birthday rolls around, Mattie of course still being the constant party goer agrees to go to a local club.

The arrogant blonde shadowhunter, manages to tick all the boxes  of the things that Mattie hates the most. But being forced to work together in order to save first Simon, then Luke and then the world, Mattie begins to learn that there’s a thin line between love and hate. And this shadowhunter is blurring the two.

“What pretty boy? You got a thing against downworlds? I could rip your throat out with my teeth before you could even think of reacting?”

Things I might not ever write: Tenebrae

When Mattie Louvel’s parents were murdered during the Uprising, the young werewolf was placed into the care of the local wolf pack in Queens, New York. She grew up knowing the reasons for her parent’s death.

After a number of run in with the law, she got bounced from her wolf pack and from the foster home she lived in. Only 14 years old at the time, she moved around. Mattie gets arrested by werewolf and NYPD detective Luke Garroway. He recognises her last name, he drops the charges against her and takes her under his wing. In an attempt to help her re-adjust to being part of a pack and having friends of her own age, he brings her to a dinner with Jocelyn and her daughter Clay. The three of them, Clary, Simon and Mattie, become fast friends and form an unbreakable group.

When Clary’s 18th birthday rolls around, Mattie of course still being the constant party goer agrees to go to a local club.

The arrogant blonde shadowhunter, manages to tick all the boxes  of the things that Mattie hates the most. But being forced to work together in order to save first Simon, then Luke and then the world, Mattie begins to learn that there’s a thin line between love and hate. And this shadowhunter is blurring the two.

“What pretty boy? You got a thing against downworlds? I could rip your throat out with my teeth before you could even think of reacting?”

Closed starter

Carson and Whinnie had lived next to each other as long as anyone could ever remember. The older boy had always looked out for the tiny little red hair, of course back then her hair had been a light ginger rather than the vibrant red she’d chosen at the age of 15.
They of course adored each other, spending every moment they possibly could together. They helped each other in every aspect; school, fun, relationships.
At the age of 16 they realised they were probably already considered more than friends, and after one drunken night together where they shared a kiss, they knew they were in love.
At the age of 17, Carson had announced his plan of signing up to the military when he was in .
Whinnie helped the boy with his fitness and training, dreading the day she’d have to kiss him goodbye.
Eventually his 18th birthday rolled around, and with a sad smile she gave him his present. A pair of dog tags.
They spent a few days curled up together after his acceptance letter.
Come the day he had to leave, she simply stood holding him tight, face buried in his neck as tears slipped from her eyes. “Please dont leave” she whispered hopelessly. She knew it wouldn’t work, that it wouldn’t make him stay. But she didn’t want him to get hurt. She couldnt watch that happen.

There's Nothing to Lose and Nothing to Prove

Laura jumped as the door slammed unexpectedly behind her; a small amount of cocoa sloshed out of her favourite TARDIS mug and onto her desk, burning her hand in the process. She swivelled round in her chair, a disapproving expression already apparent as she faced her roommate. However her annoyed demeanour dissipated as soon as she set eyes on Carmilla. Her hair was dishevelled, her clothes subpar to their usual level of punk badassery and although her head rested on her tucked up knees, Laura could see she had been crying. “Hey.” She asked quietly “You okay?” The vampire shuffled closer to the wall, turning so that her back faced Laura.

“Go away, Creampuff.” Carmilla replied gruffly, anger was evident in her tone but there was something else…something empty about her voice. Laura stood up from her desk chair and instead sat down gently on the foot of Carmilla’s bed.

“I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s wrong, Carm.” The other girl visibly stiffened at the nickname but said nothing; the silence stretched between them, spreading throughout the room like a suffocating cloud until Carmilla breathed out a sigh of resignation, blowing away the fog. “Fine.” The dark brunette turned to face the younger girl; her eyes dropped to the floor as she mumbled something unintelligible.

“What was that?” Laura asked, her face a mask of confusion- Carmilla looked up and couldn’t help but smirk at Laura’s furrowed brows and cocked head.

“Today is my birthday.” She said sadly, with a small duck of her head. The younger girl jumped up and gasped, she began running around the room in a similar fashion to that of a headless chicken babbling about how she felt awful for not knowing. The brunette’s actions would have normally brought a small smile to Carmilla’s pale face however today was not one of those occasions. “Laura.” She tried to gather the small girl’s attention but to no avail “Laura.” She tried again and still she ran around the room, looking for something she evidently could not find. “Laura!” The vampire practically yelled, effectively grabbing Laura’s attention as she silently stopped, dropping the pen she was holding. “I don’t care about presents- after 317 birthdays you kind of just want to forget about it.” The brunette crossed her legs loosely and gestured for Laura to come and sit beside her. The younger girl complied and returned to her previous seat on the bed. “Thank you.” Carmilla sighed resolutely, fully aware of the fact that Laura would now expect her to tell her the entire story. Her roommate looked at her with barley contained curiosity. “I told you about how I was murdered at a ball when I was 18.” It wasn’t a question but Laura nodded anyway. “It wasn’t just any old ball…it was for my 18th birthday.”

“You were murdered on your 18th birthday!?” Laura exclaimed, unable to contain herself

“Yes, Cutie, I was. So today is not only my 318th birthday but the anniversary of my death.” She turned away slightly “So forgive me for not feeling like celebrating.” Laura mulled this over for a while before she chose her words carefully.

“So what you mean to tell me is that you never actually got to celebrate your 18th birthday?”

“Yes, weren’t you listening?” Carmilla rolled her eyes in distaste. The two girls sat for a while longer before Laura sprung up, turning to the vampire.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, don’t torch anything okay?” She dashed out the door, grabbing her coat off the hook before slamming it behind her, deaf ears fell upon Carmilla’s outcry of:

“It was one time!”

Around ten minutes later Laura returned from wherever she had been carrying a ludicrous amount of food, soda and alcohol in her small arms. Carmilla’s eyebrows almost shot off her head in surprise. “Whaaaaat are you doing?” The vampire asked as Laura dumped the contents of her arms onto her bed and whizzed round with a wide grin gracing her features.

“We.” She gestured to both of them “Are going to celebrate your 18th birthday and this time no one is going to be murdered.” She seemed delighted with her idea, Carmilla on the other hand, was not so thrilled with the concept.

“Sweet Cheeks, I just told you I don’t want to celebrate not 15 minutes ago.”

“Come on Carm, live it a little! I swear you’ll have fun. It may not be a huge ball with flouncy dresses, a live orchestra and wine that costs more than our tuition fees but it will be good; I promise.” Carmilla debated over this for a small time before realising this would not doubt be a battle she wouldn’t win, and what did she say about surviving to be centuries old? Choose your battles.

“Fine… but this never happened okay? I have a reputation here you know.” Laura’s face split into a wide grin and she jumped onto Carmilla’s bed, handing her a coke and some chocolate.

“Let’s do this!” The brunette grinned again and used the remote Carmilla had not realised she had been holding to turn on the stereo.

Around an hour later Carmilla was increasingly happy that she had agreed to go through this because Laura had gotten slightly tipsy and was currently dancing around the room with her once pristinely tied back hair flowing over her shoulders in slightly tousled golden waves. “Come on Carm, dance with me!” The younger girl tried to pull Carmilla up from her bed but she was no match for the vampire.

“I’m perfectly happy watching you, Sweetie.” She replied, still firmly seated on the plush mattress.

“Come on.” Laura tried again but the vampire still shook her head, an amused smirk playing on her lips. Laura tried to stare Carmilla down but the darker brunette has a far more intimidating glare than the slightly tipsy human; they were snapped out of their gaze however when a knock sounded on their door. Laura stumbled over to answer it, Carmilla tried not to laugh- the girl wasn’t even drunk! But after many trips and almost face-plants Laura managed to answer the incessant knocking; the young girl opened the large wooden door to find an annoyed looking Perry and a grinning LaFontaine.

“Sounds to me like you guys are having a party in here!” LaFontaine grinned even wider, taking in Laura’s dishevelled appearance, the empty bottles and snacks dotted around the room. Perry still seemed to be annoyed however.

“Indeed, and we are trying to study.”

“Oh yeah, it’s C’s birthday so I’m giving her a party to remember.” The smaller ginger, gave Carmilla a highly suggestive look- she had been trying to get those two together for God knows how long now. The vampire simply feigned innocence with a small smile.

“And you didn’t invite us! Dude, I’m hurt.” LaF put a hand to their heart and faked hurt.

“No, no, no, no you can totally come in. Right Carm?” Laura turned to the dark brunette with a pleading smile and puppy dog eyes- they struck the vampire right in her unbeating heart so she agreed with minimal resistance. Perry on the other hand was having none of it; she grabbed LaFontaine’s arm as she stepped over the threshold.

“Susan. We are supposed to be studying- we need to set an example.” However LaF was sick of studying and determined to have some fun.

“Come on Perr, when was the last time we just let go and had fun?” The floor Don retained her unimpressed expression but Carmilla could see she was considering the proposal. After another minute of awkward silence she finally relented.

“Fine- but it better not get too loud.”

“Yes!” LaF whooped and dragged the girl in by the hand while Laura shut it behind them they helped themselves to some drinks. “So how old are you then?” The short haired ginger asked, bouncing onto Carmilla’s bed in their usual manner.

“Don’t you know it’s impolite to ask a lady? This generation- no manners.” She replied coolly, the ginger looked slightly shaken but Carmilla held her gaze a while longer before smirking “318.” LaFontaine realised she’d been punked but their smile did not last long as it was replaced with a look of wonder.

“318! I knew you were old but I didn’t think you were that old.” Laura laughed and handed Perry some chips. Around an hour later Perry and LaFontaine were hammered and stumbling around attempting to dance to the ever growing louder music. The vampire had to admit that she was having fun, simply watching Laura trying to dance with the others brought a genuine smile to her face.

“Carm, come and dance!” The small girl tried to pull her up off the bed- the touch of her hand on the vampire’s arm made her tingle all over luckily LaFontaine interrupted them.

“I’m going to go and get some more drinks- I will be back!” They called, throwing up their arm and spinning out the door. Shortly after Perry collapsed onto Laura’s bed and fell asleep. The two girls laughed in unison and Laura came to sit on Carmilla’s bed with her.

The two sat in silence for a while before Laura wrapped her arm through Camilla’s and rested her head on the taller girl’s shoulder.

“What was it like?” She asked, Carmilla rested her cheek on top of Laura’s head as she replied

“What was what like?”

“The parties back when you were young, the dancing, and the music- how did it feel?” She thought about this for a while and then replied.

“It was all…quite regal and organised. There was a code of how to act and which dances to do- they weren’t nearly as fun as tonight.” She admitted, Laura looked up and Carmilla smiled down at the girl; Laura grinned back and said:

“I’ve always wanted to dance. Properly you know?” She buried her head further into Carmilla’s neck “I’ve never been able to, two left feet me.” The vampire bit her lip as she considered the next step to take ‘Screw it’ she thought. Surprising Laura, Carmilla stood up and grabbed Laura’s arm, spinning her so that they both faced each other. “Carm…what are you doing?” Laura asked as she steadied herself, suddenly very sober.

“I am gonna teach you how to dance, Cutie.” The vampire took Laura’s left hand and laced their fingers together. The younger girl’s mouth went dry and goose bumps rose all across her skin. Carmilla wrapped her arm around Laura’s waist and pulled their bodies so close that their chests touched; a small smile made its way across Laura’s lips and Carmilla smirked. This had gone far better than she had expected. “So we’re gonna go for a simple waltz, all you have to do is move your feet in a box shape; like this.” She demonstrated the steps to Laura who was looking rather confused. “Just count to three in your head, two counts and you should have completed the box.” Carmilla demonstrated again, counting out loud so Laura could hear her- the brunette nodded with a small smile, still shocked by how close Carmilla was holding her.

She tried to dance in the formation Carmilla told her but to no avail, she stumbled and if it wasn’t for Carmilla’s vampire speed she would have clattered to the floor- instead she was caught in the vampire’s strong yet slender arms. “Thanks.” She breathed out with an embarrassed smile.

“Not a problem, Sweetie.” She hoisted her up and repositioned their arms. “Come on, try again- I know you can do it.” Carmilla has never talked to Laura in such a patient and kind way before…it was surprisingly nice. Laura once again tried the steps and this time didn’t fall over, she tried again and completed the steps, then Carmilla joined in. The sudden addition of two more feet confused her for a while but after another few turns they both started to move in unison, they danced across to the larger area of the room where Carmilla twirled Laura and then dipped her, easily holding up her small frame. A wide smile, a genuine, unsarcastic smile graced Carmilla’s lips as she gazed down at Laura, who clung to her- not in fear but with kindness. Laura was suddenly struck by her beauty, it wasn’t like she hadn’t noticed Carmilla before but now the full force of her attractiveness hit Laura like a crashing wave; she was glad the vampire was holding her otherwise she was afraid her legs may give way. If Carmilla’s heart could beat she was sure it would be going a mile a minute- the way Laura was looking at her, there was no distrust, no loathing, nothing of any unkindness just…care. “You okay there Laura?” The darker brunette asked, suddenly realising it was the first time she had used her real name. It surprised the both of them but had the most effect on Laura. She wrapped her arms more tightly around Carmilla’s neck and began to pull herself upwards but Carmilla met her half way, crashing their lips together in a passionate kiss.

Nothing could have prepared them for the feeling of kissing each other, it was a hundred sunrises all breaking over the horizon at once that gave Carmilla no discomfort. It was a thousand nights of freedom that Laura never had from her father. It was a million days wasted that you suddenly got to relive. The kiss seemed to last for hours, it was so cliché but so true, however it only lasted a minute. The two girls broke apart, Laura gasping for air, Carmilla not needing to but still panting with exhaustion.

“Wow.” Laura breathed, a look of utter contentment and joy plastered on her face “That was…”

“I know.” The vampire interrupted. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.” They held on for a little longer before the door banged upon to reveal LaFontaine carrying an armful of drinks, they paused however upon noticing the two girls who were still loosely holding each other’s hands. They furrowed their brows as their lips twitched up into a smirk.

“Am I interrupting something?”

imagine Jaune’s 18th birthday rolling around while RNJR are in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, and the rest of the team is bummed that they have nothing to give him but decide they have to do something.

Ren convinces Jaune to do their guard duty in the trees so they have a better vantage point, and Jaune didn’t want to mention his birthday because he knew they’d feel bad about it. but he goes up, and Ren tells him to go to the other side. when he does, he sees on the ground that Ruby & Nora put flowers they picked on the ground to spell out “Happy Birthday Jaune!!!” with the i’s and exclamation points dotted with hearts and he almost falls out of the tree bc he’s sobbing so hard.