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Happy Monday!

February 27th, 2017

Happy Monday, everyone! I think I’m going to make these posts regular installations since Mondays are almost always rest days for me. I like to start the week with refreshers, goal setting, little bits and bobs, and things that make me smile.

My boyfriend is nearly recovered from the flu and back to work in his office now. Not going to lie, it’s nice to have the apartment to myself again. I work out of a home studio and I just cannot focus when he’s home. I love him but he’s loud, and I sort of use my ears at an extremely high level to work. So far, I show no symptoms of catching his flu. That will make me flu-free since 2009. It’s not like I’m keeping a tally and trying to rub it in, but it’s pretty damn impressive, right? I should somehow find a way to submit my immune system for official study.

Goal Setting

Push-Up Challenge: I’m starting this today. 100 push ups, 1 month. Arms have always gotten special attention from me. Though, I think I’m going to have to do modified wall push-ups at first. The plan is to build up enough strength to eventually attempt the challenge with traditional push-ups.

Eat at My Table: So, this will sound a little depressing, but people who grew up in dysfunctional families may know exactly where I’m coming from. Anyway, I’ve never really eaten at a dinner table! When my boyfriend and I rearranged the living room and cleaned up, we actually cleared our table. I’ve set it, and you know what? I don’t associate with toxic people anymore so I’m going to stop using my table as a “put all the crap you can’t find a place for” area.

Bits and Bobs

A Few Random Health Apps I Love: I just wanted to give some shout outs to some helpful health apps that I use. As it might be obvious, I use Fitbit. If you also use Fitbit and want to add me, PM me and we’ll set up this digital walking friendship and race each other! If you’re a migraineur, I recommend Migraine Buddy. I think this might be the most comprehensive digital migraine journal and it’s helped me nail down a few of my triggers and kept my appointments with my specialist highly informative for both parties. I sucked at keeping paper ones. If you have anxiety problems and want to track your mood, a habit’s effect on mood, as well have some small pocket-sized CBT exercises, check out Pacifica. I’ve been using this a lot the past few months and it’s an excellent little app to pull out when you’re getting yourself stuck in a bad thought. It will make you re-word your negative thought into something else and have you identify the thinking traps you’re using. 

Reminder: If you have any student loan payments due on the 1st, or Hell, your rent, February ends after tomorrow!

Things That Make me Smile

It’s a bit eclectic but here’s our little table (picture below). I’ve set it with several porcelain flower sculptures that were left to me after my aunt’s passing. Many of the ribbons and fake flowers in the basket came from her funeral. My aunt took my sister and I in during particularly tumultuous times of our adolescence, and we actually did eat at her table. She was a master gardener and loved all things to do with nature and forest critters. I probably would have ended up in foster care without her. So, I’m going to continue eating dinner with her.

Hey, reblog/like if anyone out there has watched a boot but is still dying to see the show live, it just doesn’t work out financially, geographically, or timewise (it’s already off Broadway/tour). I’m trying to make a fucking point.

u know why i love Supergirl so much? bc i can genuinely look forward to it every week bc i know that it’s gonna give me so many of all kinds of feels, but at the same time i don’t have to be scared that my fave is gonna be killed off for shock value, or that i’m gonna be ambushed by gore or rape scenes. it’s a show that makes you feel things but without triggering you in any way, and it’s honestly my fave show of all time, every other show can just go home


All I ask is safe passage. All I ask is that you let me leave here in peace, to go wherever the gods decide. And you shall have back your hearth and home. With my blessing. And my sons, when they hear how it was done, will be grateful for the manner of it., and not seek revenge. I understand. Thank you.

So I’ve been listening to Welcome To Night Vale for the last, probably 3 years or more now, and I’ve never been able to articulate why I love it so much now. In the beginning I loved it for the same reasons everyone else did: the mystery, the horror, the absurdity. But I’ve seen lots of people stop liking the show because so much of that mystery is gone, or has since become mundane. But I’ve continued to love this show because of that familiarity. That no matter where I go, Cecil Palmer will always be there to inform me of the goings on of our favorite desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and strange lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. In that way, it’s comforting.

In a phrase, it’s a home that isn’t a place. And it’s beautiful

Your eyes whispered “Have we met?”
Across the room your silhouette
starts to make it’s way to me…

This night is sparking, don’t you let it go
I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you.

It’s 3 in the morning. I need to stop drawing the gay husbands.

Driveway Fun

My friend called me as he had just recently broken up with his long time gf and was looking for something to do. I invited him to come with hubby and me to a party at my neighbours. So he shows up and we walk over to the party but because my hubby had to go to work the next day even though it was a Saturday he went home early. We stayed and had a good time and around 1am we decided to leave. As we walked back to my place I kept feeling him checking out my ass. He asked me if I wanted to sit in his car and listen to music which seemed a bit odd but I thought sure maybe he just wants to talk about the breakup or something. Well it didn’t take long before we were making out in his car. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and started sucking him while he kept saying oh fuck I needed this. After a bit I stopped, looked up at him and said I want you to fuck me in your car parked in my driveway while my husband is inside sleeping. Then I climbed onto his lap and lowered my aching pussy down on his dick. I rode him hard and fast while my husband slept peacefully inside our house. He came deep inside my pussy just as we saw the bathroom light go on in the house. If my hubby had looked out the window. He would have seen his slut wife getting fucked in a car parked in the driveway where any of our neighbours could also see.


December and Illuminations

My non-stop December has started, it’s started!
Engeki Haikyuu, Tokyo Triumphant Return Performances start today!
As always, we’ll put our all into these last 6 shows…

Yesterday, these were the illuminations on my way home.
Ryoutarou said to me, “So my first illuminations of the year are with Kenta-kun, huh…”
Why in the world am I enjoying the illuminations with another guy?! lol

Translated by @nimbus-cloud

Japan refers to all the Christmas lights at the end of the year as “illuminations.”  And you’re kiiiiiind of supposed to go on dates with your s.o. to view them.

Let Me Show You *Smut* ~ Conor Maynard

Characters: Reader X Conor Maynard

Word Count: 1651

Summary: Conor and Reader are best friends that flirt and tease each other a lot but never go futher. What if one day Conor has enough? Well, let him show you.

Request: For my baby @buttercreambabys

Not my gif

Originally posted by conormaynardaf

“Baby I’m homee.” You shouted entering the Maynard/Pieter apartment and walking towards the living room, hearing the Maynard brother’s voices.

“Well, well, well you back.” Conor smirked as you sat yourself down on his lap, playing with his hair.

Jack looked up from his phone smirking at the way you were both sat, “Again. For the second time today.”

“Your flat is warmer than mine.” You smirked back at Jack, “Go back to texting Y/F/N.

“I’m not texting her.” Jack replied sticking his tongue out at you.

You pulled a face at him, “Y/F/N and Jack sitting in a tree…” You sang under your breath.

You went to sing the next line but a hand slapped over your mouth. “Give me attention princess.” Conor whispered in your ear.

Smiling you turn to face the boy you have fallen deeply in love with, “Jealous baby?”

“No, I just want my best friend attention.” Conor smiled and started tickling you.

“Conor!” You screamed punching him in the stomach and ran out the room towards his room. By the time you got into his room, Conor suddenly grabbed you and slammed you against the wall.

“Do you really think you can punch me and get away with it…princess?” Conor whispered his mouth hovering right above your ear.

“Con-” You started but got cut off by him placing small kisses on your neck.

“Sh babygirl.” Conor whispered nipping slightly at the skin.

You let out a small moan when he hit that oh-so special spot, feeling him smirk against your skin and started sucking a bit harder. Although the oh-so special spark faded away when your phone started ringing, at first you both ignored it but it rang for the second time and you knew it wasn’t going to stop.

Groaning you pushed Conor off you, “What.” You spat down the phone.

“Y/N! Never going to guess what?” Y/F/N shouted down the phone.

“You and Jack started dating?” You questioned smirking, while Conor looked up with a smirk on his face as well.

“W-what? No.” She stuttered.

“Hmmm, you got a dog and named it lunch?” You laughed hearing her groan.

“No. Just listen, remember Dylan?” She questioned, while you flickered through you mind trying to place a name to a name.

“Oo, the hot brown boy from your work?”

“Yes! Well guess who got you a date with Mr. Sexy.”

Conor watched as your whole face lit up in pure excitement and frowned harder already from hearing the words before, he doesn’t want to know what you friend has planned.

“When is it?” You questioned a smile growing on your face.

“Tomorrow. Want to go dress shopping or maybe something a lot more revealing?” You can practically hear the smirk.

“I’ll meet you at Starbucks in thirty minutes?” You hummed turning to face Conor seeing the frown on his face.

She hummed hanging up the phone, leaving you with a frowning Maynard. “What’s wrong?”

Conor shook his head, “Nothing babe. You going?”

“Uh yeah, I’ll speak to you later okay?” You hugged him goodbye before rushing out the apartment shouting goodbye to Jack too.

Conor sighed walking back into the living room where Jack was sat watching the football, “Tell her?”

“She left before I could.”

Conor walked into the restaurant where the whole squad was waiting for him, as he walked through to the back he noticed a very familiar face seated with a very unfamiliar face. Frowning he took in what you were wearing, a red low cut dress which Conor noticed was very low everywhere, he noticed the way your hand was holding his and something with him snapped.

He stomped over to the table you were sat at and turned his back on your date on purpose. “Y/N.”

You laughing faded as you glanced up at Conor, “Hey, I didn’t know you and the boys were going to be here.”

“I only just got here.” He replied smirking.

“Oh, well this is my date Dyl-”

“I don’t care.”

You stared at Conor wide-eyed before looking back at Dylan, “Uh…”

“Excuse me, mate but we are on a date here.” Dylan said slightly glaring at Conor.

Conor turned to Dylan looking him up and down before replying, “I don’t care.”

“Look mate, I don’t care if your her frie-” Dylan started but was cut off by Conor.

“Actually mate, she’s a lot more than a friend to me so right now, I’m going to take her home with me and I’m going to show her how to do a real date.” Conor smiled, grabbing you hand and pulling you up easily as you were still in shock mode. “So mate, have a lovely meal by yourself.”

Just as Conor pulled you away, you heard the voice of the younger Maynard, “Fucking Finally!” Then you heard the loudness of all your friends clapping.

Still shocked you allowed Conor to pull outside into his car, “What the fuck Conor!”

Conor pushed you into the car and ran round to the driver’s seat, “What?” He grinned.

“I-I was on a date. You can’t just do that!”

“I have.” The car started and you were speeding down the roads. “Let me show you how I can.” Conor looked over and smirked.

Oh how you were loving this Conor.

Conor dragged you from the car all the way to the apartment and into his room, “You know, for the past weeks I have been trying to hold these feelings in but tonight seeing you dressed like that and with him. I wasn’t going to hold back anymore.” Conor panted looking at you.

“don’t.” You replied.

Conor moved so fast you didn’t get to catch your breath before you back hit the wall. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist and body pushed up together. Lips met and there was no kind, caring Conor, instead you were met with a rough lustful one.

His hands fell down to your ass, he gave a rough squeeze and you let out a small moan. Conor took his chance and slipped his tongue in as you both battled for dominance, of course Conor won. He took his lips off yours, causing a whine to escape your mouth but that changed into a moan once his lips connected to your neck.

You keeping moan loving the way his lips felt on your neck, you felt him moved down further to that oh-so special place he had found earlier and smirked when he heard the most pornographic moan he ever heard come out of your mouth. Conor bit into it sucking hard, he pulled back and looked at the mark he made and let a proud smirk rest on his face.

You were in a state of heaven when you felt the pressure of your back against the wall go away, opening your eyes you noticed he was moving you to his bed. You took the chance to reach behind you and pull the zipper of your dress down before Conor laid you on the bed.

You looked up at Conor with hooded eyes watching as he threw his leather jacket and t-shirt on the floor before he crawled in between your legs, he looked up at you with a smirk and pulled your dress over your head only leaving you in lace thong.

Going braless was the best decision you made.

Conor dipped his head and captured your left nipple in his mouth nibbling and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his fingers and started tugging onto it. You tugged on Conor’s hair signalling him bring his mouth back to yours.

“Let me show you.” Conor whispered against your lips.

“Show me.” You whispered back hands travelling down his chest, nails digging into his skin. Your hands reached his jeans and you popped the buttons on his jeans and dragging them down his hips.

Conor got the hint and stood up taking his shoes and pushing both his jeans and boxers down as well. You felt your eyes widen at the sight you have been dreaming of since you were nineteen.

Conor crawled back in-between your legs and looked deep into your eyes, “I can’t wait any longer.”

You nodded closing your eyes feeling Conor’s lip press against your necked again while he ripped the lace in half, causing you to moan. Conor took you by surprise when he slammed into you and both your mouths fell open with a moans. You wrapped your hands around his body and scratched down his back.

“Bloody hell, you’re so tight princess.” His mouth found your nipple and started nibbling onto, you moaned and gasped due to the sudden pleasure when his hips found the perfect pace. Not so fast but not so slow.

“Conor…harder…” You moaned louder feeling the coil inside your stomach tighten and when you looked up at Conor you saw he was just as close as you were.

“Please, tell me your close.” Conor panted his thrusts getting harder and sloppier. Nodding your head Conor looked down towards you, “Cum with me baby girl.”

And with one last thrust you walls tightened around him making him moan aloud and his name leaving your lips in a scream. Conor’s movements became sloppier and he let out one last loud groan and you felt his juices fill you up.

It was the best feeling you both had felt.

“Oh fuck.” You mumbled, trying to catch your breath as Conor pulled out flopping down next to you.

“Y/N.” Conor whispered, “I really like you and I know this is not the way I wanted to ask this but will you be my girlfriend?”

You smiled towards him getting up, straddling him. “I think you’re going to have to show again.” You purred kissing under his ear.

“Oh, I can do that baby girl.”

Convention - Rob Benedict Imagine

Originally posted by bandss-and-youtuberss

*This is the surprise imagine that is well over 2,000 words!*

Your POV

“Can you tell us a story about your son, Connor?” a fan asks.

I nod, “Okay so, if you didn’t know I have a son. His name is Connor and he’s five and three quarters as he likes to remind me.”

People in the audience laugh as I roll my eyes fondly.

“Okay.” I think, “Um. Last week when I got home from filming it was about 9:30 pm and he goes to bed usually around 7. So when I come home I always go into his room wake him up and talk to him for about 30 minutes. Well last week when I got home he told me that he lost a tooth. And that’s a big deal. It’s his first tooth. So, he showed me and everything. So, I told him okay put it under your pillow that way the tooth fairy can get it and bring you something special in the morning.” I pause looking at the sea of fans in front of me. “So he did. So, the next morning I’m in the kitchen making breakfast. And he comes in upset. I asked him what was wrong and he tells me that the tooth fairy gave him five dollars. Now I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with that when he goes on to say that all of his friends who had lost a tooth had gotten one dollar and that it wasn’t fair that he got five. So, I tell him that the tooth fairy made a mistake and she didn’t mean to. He has the five dollars in his hand and goes mommy can I have a dollar. I tell him yes and then I ask why. And he says that even though the tooth fairy made a mistake it wouldn’t be fair to his friends so he wants me to have the five dollars and have me give him one dollar. I have never been so proud.”

All the fans ‘aww’ at the story. A large grin on my face.

I stand up from where I’m sitting, “I know, I know. Adorable little munchkin isn’t he. So, next question.” I point to a guy sitting in the fifth row with his hand up, “How about you?”

“Hi, my names Oliver. I was wondering who watches Connor or what his schedule is when you are filming?”

I smile, “Hi, Oliver. I love all the questions about my kid. I think we should talk about that for the next thirty minutes until Rob and Rich join us. Well luckily I get to take him to school. So he’s at school and then he takes the bus home to Vicki’s, Misha’s wife, since West and him are good friends and so are Vicki and I. Then about an hour or two later Rob goes and gets him and stays with him until I get home, usually that’s how things work. Which is nice because Rob, Vicki and me all live in the same neighborhood. So, it’s easy to get things taken care of. When Rob is in LA or filming usually Vicki has him or a babysitter until I get home.” I sit back down, taking a drink of water. Leaving out the fact the Rob doesn’t leave the house after I come home, he stays there. Where he’s lived for over a year.

I pick another person to ask a question.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi.” I wave.

“I first want to say that I love your character, Ashley on ‘Supernatural’. My question is what is it like having a kid at such a young age?”

I laugh, “well I’m not that young. I’m 33. If you want to talk young ask Osric. Because everyone but Misha and Mark are in their thirties or lower. Rob just turned 39. He’s getting up there.” I joke with everyone. “I was twenty-eight when I had, Connor. So, once again not that young. It was hard because I was by myself. So, it was hard and it still is. I don’t regret having Connor. It’s definitely the hardest thing I have ever done though. Being a mom that is.”

A staff member picks a fan this time.

“Does Connor ever get to see his dad?” The fan asks.

I freeze for a moment before answering, “Sadly, no. Connor’s dad was in the army and before that he worked with my dad. I was with Connor’s dad for a few months and we broke up because he was about to leave. So, I found out four months after he had left that he died in combat and then two weeks later I found out I was pregnant. Sadly, Connor will never get to meet the amazing person who his father was.”

I pick another fan to answer a question.

“First I just want to say I’m sorry. And I was wondering if you would play Fuck, Marry, Kill?”

I look at my phone, “Hold on for like a minute because Rob and Rich are going to be joining me and then all three of us will play. How does that sound?” The whole crowd cheers. “Now one more question from the guy in the black, seventh no tenth row. I’m blind!” The fans laugh.

“Hi. Excuse my blindness.” I say to the guy.

He laughs, “It’s fine. I was wondering how it feels to go from being in three episodes to a series regular. Or more regular than Mark Sheppard at least.”

I laugh, “I don’t have my wallet. Thank you for that. It feels great. I was expecting to die. I still am truthfully. But, it’s amazing. Not only that I already knew some of the cast beforehand. So, it’s amazing. I think that is my favorite word.”

The guy laughs sitting down.

I look behind me to see that Richard and Rob haven’t shown up yet.

“Okay.” I sigh. “Looks like I can take one more question.” I point to someone further in the back.

“Hi, Y/N. I was wondering if you have any future projects coming up.”

“Hello, sweetheart. I do have a few. I’m allowed to talk about some of them too. So, while someone is hunting down Rob and Rich, I will tell you about them. First I will be starting a YouTube channel that’s going to have a lot behind scene stuff and when I’m not filming, my kiddo. Another project that I’m allowed to talk about is ‘The Walking Dead’.”

The crowd screams.

“Yes, that is right I get to be on ‘The Walking Dead’. I’m not suppose to say anything about my character except for this, Negan.”

The crowd screams again.

“Awesome you got them hyped up for us.” Rich says sitting down next to me, surprising me.

“Actually I was talking about ‘The Walking Dead’.” I tell him, the crowd laughs.

I look over to see Rob sit on the other side of me, he gives me a soft smile before looking at the crowd. “Hey guys! I hope you have some questions for us.”

“Hold on. I heard something backstage about Fuck, Marry, Kill. That’s what I want to do first.” Rich says.

The girl from before stands up again, “Hi so the options are Misha, Jensen, Jared.”

I laugh at the looks on Rob and Rich’s faces. “Hi. I already know. Kill Jared, fuck Jensen, and marry Misha. I would get to also marry Vicki if I marry Misha so that’s a benefit.”

“Why kill Jared?” Rob asks.

“I’ve heard to much about his sex life. I know to much, nothing would be a surprise. Jensen I’ve heard a few details same with Misha. Leaves more mystery for how they are.”

Rich shrugs, “Makes sense. And I have to agree with you, Y/N. Not exactly with your reasons but I agree.”

“Rob?” I ask.

“I’m in shock. But, I’m going to say kill Misha, fuck Jensen, and marry Jared.” Rob says.

“Anyone else got a round of FMK for us?” Rich asks. A few hands shoot up. “You in the blue dress. What are our options.”

“Rob, Rich, and Y/N.” The fan tells us. Handing the mic back to a helper before we can question her.

“Well then. That is interesting.” Rich says.

“No shit.” I say to him.

“Does anyone know their answer?” Rob asks.

I shake my head no, lying. I definitely know who I want to marry.

“I do. I will fuck Y/N, marry Rob, and kill myself after doing both.” Rich tells everyone.

“I’m sorry, Rich. I feel bad now. Because I’m going to kill you, fuck myself and marry Y/N.” Rob says, getting cheers from the fans.

“There’s a term that goes everybody wants to fuck themselves, so I think you know one of my answers. I’m going to kill Rich,” I pause to laugh. “Fuck myself and marry Rob. He practically lives me with anyway.” Well he does live with me but you guys don’t need to know that.

“Wow! My best friends just killed me so they could have each other. I don’t know whether to cry or laugh. I’ll do a bit of both when I’m going to sleep tonight, alone.” The crowd giggles at Rich’s answer.

“Alone? Is that what you call -” The rest of my answer is cut off by Rich’s hand over my mouth.

“You aren’t allowed to finish that.” He takes away his hand.

“Yes dad.” I say, sticking my tongue out at Rich.

“Okay. Anyone have a question?” Rob asks, ignoring us.

I lean my head against Rob’s shoulder, giving him a small smile when he looks at me. I turn to the fans and see one standing up, a nervous look on her face. I take my head off his shoulder. “Hi, sweetheart. How are you?”

“I’m good. You?” She stutters out.

I smile, “I’m doing fine. What’s your question?”

“My question is actually for you. I was wondering where Connor is right now.”

“I can answer this one!” Rob yells.

“Me too!” Rich yells, getting laughs from the fans and me.

“I will answer the question. Connor is currently hanging out with Uncle Misha. He was very happy when I told him that he got Uncle Misha to himself for two hours long.” My eyes on the girl who asked the question.

“Before we came out here. We were hanging out with Connor and Misha. I have to tell you. They are playing a really intense game of monopoly.” Rich laughs.

Rob nods along with what Rich is saying. “I think Misha was getting ready to throw the board across the room.”

Suddenly I feel something wrap around my legs. I look down and see Connor, his blue eyes staring at me. The ones from his father.  A dopey smile on his face.

“Mommy! Mommy! I beat Uncle Misha. He lost all of us his money and now he’s after me.” Connor explains, out of breath into my microphone.

I’m about to pull him into my lap when Rob beats me to it. A habit he hasn’t been able to break since Connor fell in love with Rob and vice versa. Setting Connor on his own lap. “So you won?” I ask him.

Connor nods, speaking into Rob’s microphone. “Yep. I kept on putting hotels on things and he kept on landing on them.”

I laugh, “Your uncle is horrible at monopoly and he knows it. It’s his own fault for playing that game.”

“Should we go beat up Uncle Misha?” Rick asks Connor.

Connor jumps out of Rob’s lap, “NO! That’s not nice. You’ll get in trouble. Mommy will ground you and take away cookies.”

Rob and me laugh at Rich’s face.

“Not the cookies!” Rich looks at me.

“That was Rob. That was all him. And I think he did it more for himself than anything. But, I will ground you.” I laugh, remembering that day.

I had just came home from shooting, earlier than usual. Rob was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands, shoulders slumped.

“Rob what happened?” I ask, my eyes scanning the room. Looking for anything out of place. I sit next to him.

He lifts his head up. Giving me a sad smile. “Connor hit a little boy at the park. And I didn’t mean to but I got mad at him. I didn’t yell but, I wasn’t very nice. I’m sorry, Y/N. You trust me enough with your son and I just screwed up!” he mutters, angry.

“Rob.” I chuckle. “It’s okay that you got mad. I’m mad. The one thing I’m happy about is that you didn’t yell at him. That would’ve made the situation worse. I still trust you and he’s grounded. You can decide another punishment for him to.”

“Really?” He asks.

“Yeah. Now why did he hit a little boy?” I ask, surprised by my sons behavior.

“Well he wasn’t really little. He’s older than Connor. The kid said something to Connor about not having a dad. Connor got angry and well punched the kid.”

I sigh, “I had a fun day planned out. Now, it’s mostly ruined.”


“Mostly.” I whisper, a smile playing on the both of our lips. Pressing my lips to his.

Connor nods with everything I’m saying.

“Okay. It might of been for my own needs that I took the cookies away. But, your mom grounded you.” Rob says to Connor.

“I’m fine with the grounding I deserved that. But, Dad you took cookies away. And not just any cookies, mom’s candy cookies. No one deserves that punishment.” Connor tells Rob.

I stop breathing. The word ‘dad’ slips out of his mouth like he says it everyday. Everytime he sees Rob. He’s never called Rob that. Not once in the two years Rob and me had been together. The word had not once escaped from his mouth.

I look at Rob in shock. Taking in everything displayed on his face. The joy and shock. The tears in his eyes as he sinks onto the floor, pulling Connor into his arms and just holding him there. I see from the corner of my eye Rich trying to help the stagehands close the curtains so the fans won’t see us. I hear a stagehand yell to him that the microphones have been turned off, as well as the fans screaming, right as I also sink to the floor.

Burying my head into Rob’s chest and holding Connor to the both of us. Rob’s arms wrapped around the both of us tightly. I can feel him crying into my hair as I try to hold back tears but fail.

I press my lips to Connor’s forehead. “I love you so much.” I release Connor from my grip, scooting away to give Rob and Connor a moment.

Rob kisses Connor on the forehead, the same place I did. “Connor, I love you.”

“I love you too, dad.” Connor replies.


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Dating THEO RAEKEN would include:

-Connstant touching
-When you first met he was very shy
-He was still trying to control his anger
-When he finally did he was so sweet
-His dom side showed a lot
-Boys weren’t even aloud to look at you
-You weren’t even aloud to talk to them
-and if you did
-You would get punished
-Daddy kink!
-he is always way protective of you
-which leads to rough sex
-marks all over your body
-“Theo stop, I have to go”
-“Baby girl come cuddle”
-when you get home, he gives it all to you
-“what are you going to do, spank me?”
-“I’m going to do a lot of things to you baby girl”
-“Well then punish me Daddy”
-Rough sex
-Makeup sex
-slow sex
-sex in his truck
-sex literally everywhere
-sweet Theo
-romantic Theo
-angry Theo
-dom! Theo

DISCLAIMER: sorry I have been super inactive lately, I really truly am. But imma be better in here. The STILINSKI twins smut will be out soon. AND BY THE FUCKING WAY! THE FUCKONG STYDIA KISS GIVES ME LIFE. MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED! And ILY BABES!!!!💕💕💕

Subway Ride

Hello there!I was wondering if you could do a Modern AU of this? I was thinking that maybe the reader is sitting next to Burr, because they’re friends, then the squad try to get the reader’s attention.

Requested by vanessawolfblue 

You smiled at Aaron as he held your hand so you wouldn’t get lost in the sea of people. The both of you were on your way to go see a play and had to take the subway to avoid traffic. 

“Thank you again for inviting me Aaron.” You said as the both of you had entered the subway.

Aaron smiled. “It’s my pleasure (Y/N).”

You both sat next to each other and began talking about the play. You and Aaron have been friends for a while now. You’ve been quite intimidated by the sheer liveliness of New York ever since you moved here. But, when you met Aaron you felt much more at home. He was kind enough to show you around and over time, became your best friend. 

As the train was about to depart, you noticed out of the corner of your eye that four guys were running towards the subway very quickly. The doors were about to close until you got up and held it open for them.

They all instantly sighed in relief and began to thank you. Once they made their way into the subway you sat down next to Aaron again. 

Aaron’s eyes widened at the sight before him. Of all people that (Y/N) had to let in the subway. Of course, it had to be Alexander Hamilton and his friends. 

Once you sat down next to Aaron, you saw that he was staring in the direction of the four men that you had held the door for. 

“Is there something wrong Aaron?” You asked with concern in your voice. 

Aaron was pulled out of the thoughts swarming in his head. He looked at you and shook his head with a wry smile. 

“No, everything’s fine.” 

You nodded, it was obvious something was bothering him. You decided not to pry though, if he didn’t want to talk about it then you’d respect his wishes. 

After about 10 minutes into the ride, a bit of noise was being made. 

Aaron began to glare at the source of the noise. You followed his gaze to the four men that he’d been looking at earlier. 

When your eyes met with the shortest one with brown shoulder length hair, he seemed to brighten. He waved at you and the rest of his friends began waving as well. 

You waved back at them and smiled. 

Aaron continued to glare at them. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. 

“(Y/N), you can choose to talk to them if you wish, but I have to warn you, they’re very loud and unpredictable. I just don’t want them to get you into any trouble.” 

You nodded your head and looked over at the four men. Your eyes widened at what they were doing. They were dangling on the subway poles and chanting. 

“Yo, yo what time is it?” Chanted the one with curly hair and freckles. 

“Showtime!” The rest of them sung in unison. 

Aaron’s face went completely stoic as he sighed. 

You giggled a bit at his reaction. 

Once the four men saw that they had grabbed your attention they walked over towards you and Aaron. 

“Well, if it isn’t Aaron Burr.” Stated the one with shoulder-length brown hair. 

Aaron sighed once more. “Hello, Alexander.” 

“And who’s this lovely lady?” Alexander asked while looking at you. 

“This is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Alexander. I met him in college, we both majored in law together.” Aaron said as he introduced the both of you. 

“(Y/N)? What a gorgeous name! As you know, I’m Alexander. That’s John,” Alex said as he pointed to the man with curly hair tied into a ponytail and freckles that covered every inch of his face.”This is Lafayette,” he pointed to the tall man with fluffy hair. “And that’s Hercules.” He said as he pointed to the man with a beanie on his head. 

You smiled and waved at each of them.

“So,” John began. “Aaron, when were you gonna tell us about your little girlfriend here?” 

Your cheeks began to turn pink. You looked over at Aaron and he seemed surprised. You could see that his were cheeks dusted pink as well.

Aaron looked over at John. “She’s not my girlfriend John.”

John smirked and sat down next to you. “So, she’s single?” 

Aaron pulled you closer to him and glared at John. “Do not get any ideas.”

John chuckled. “Dude quit being so protective I’m just messing around.”

Aaron reluctantly let go of you and apologized. You smiled at him and told him that it was alright.

“So, where are you guys from?” You asked the quartet, attempting to start polite conversation. 

Alex smiled. “I’m from Nevis! It’s an island in the Caribbean.”

“I’m from Ireland,” Hercules said with a grin.

“I’m from France!” Lafayette said with a proud smile.

“And I’m from South Carolina.” 

Your eyes lit up and you began chatting some more. 

As the conversation began to pick up. You and the rest of Alex’s friends began talking about politics and quickly got into a heated discussion. You tried to include Aaron, but he never stated his opinion, instead just telling Alexander to calm down every now and then. 

About half an hour passed and you felt Aaron tugging on your sleeve. He signaled you that this was your stop. 

You gave a sad smile to the four men and told them that you and Aaron were getting off. 

“What a coincidence. This happens to be our stop as well.” Alex said with a smirk plastered on his face. 

“Are guys you going to see the same play as us?” You asked Alexander with a raised eyebrow.

You fished around your purse for your ticket and when you pulled it out, Alexander held the same one in his hand. 

“It seems that we are,” 

Aaron grumbled under his breath and grabbed your hand to lead you out of the subway. 

You followed him and felt your other hand being held as well. When you looked up, you saw Alex. He smiled while your cheeks began to heat up. 

Lafayette chuckled and ruffled your hair as the six of you continued walking together. 

Hercules grinned while he put his beanie over your head. Since it was a little big it slipped and covered your eyes. 

The rest of them laughed as you struggled to watch where you were going. 

Even Aaron couldn’t suppress a smile at how silly you looked. 

everyworldneedslove replied to your post “Tonight in Sam Plays the Ukulele”

On the way home from work today, my playlist randomizer played “Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown” and I thought of your ukulele journey, because story-song + Chicago! :D (Also it occurs to me that “Mack the Knife” would be the best song to go with it…“


*googles Mac The Knife ukulele tab*

*grabs ukulele*

Oh the shark has teeth like razors
And he shows them pearly wh

I had never encountered G6, I didn’t even know that was a thing. Fortunately it’s easy to play. 

Calling BTS Daddy

Request: could you do a bts version of calling them daddy??


Jimin: “Good luck daddy.” Jimin reads the text out loud before the fan meet starts. It was your first time calling him that and it was surely affecting him in ways that weren’t good at the moment. Jimin couldn’t wait to get home to take his frustrations out on you.

Originally posted by aegyojimin

J-Hope: “Yes baby, show me just how good you can use that pretty little mouth.” Hoseok says with closed eyes.

“Yes daddy~” You moan onto his length and he tangles his hand in your hair, groaning loudly. Calling him that put him on edge and he found it much harder to hold in his release.

Originally posted by tbhobi

Rap Monster: You and Namjoon were at your parents’ house having dinner. Your food tasted a little bland so you were going to put seasoning on it. “Daddy can you pass me the salt?” Namjoon and your father’s hand both reach for the salt and your soul leaves your body. How embarrassing. Namjoon bursts into laughter and you die right there. Your mother chuckles a little and smiles, 

“Looks likes she has two daddies.”


Originally posted by taestylips

Suga: “What else would you call me after the fun we had last night?” You face palm and push him softly. “Hey you know I had you screaming that all night. It’s not my fault.”

Originally posted by we-hate-bts

V: “DId you just…” He blushes and covers his ears, “I know last night was amazing but I didn’t think I’d earn that name. Continue to call me daddy and I’ll call you princess.” 

Originally posted by jongkuks

Jin: ‘Really? She had to say it right before I got on stage?’ Jin can feel his bulge growing. Which was because of you. He was mad he couldn’t do anything about it until the show was over. He’d put so much exaggeration into the performance to let you know what was to come when he was done.

Originally posted by jhopies

Jungkook: “Come play with me, daddy.” You smirk and Jungkook’s eyes grow dark and his pupils dilate. Something is different about his smirk and you know you’re going to be in for a very rough night.

Originally posted by jengkook



Go home, why? Hmm? Because I’m not safe? You think I’m safe anywhere? You think you can keep me safe? You think safety is an option that’s available to me? I haven’t been safe since I was born into this country, this angry, seething, stupid, could-be-so-much-more-than-it-is country! And you’re gonna keep me safe? 

Alice Isn’t Dead - Signs and Wonders

Okay but Judar was in his home village all of this time. Please take a moment to imagine:

  • Judar trying to interact with the people in his village and the villagers finding him to be amusing and/or strangely endearing in his temperamental ways.
  • Judar having to wash clothes. This is really important to me for some reason. Imagine an older lady trying to show Judar how to wash his clothes without the use of magic.
  • Judar interacting with the children in his village. He comes off as really mean at first but he’s really just a big pushover when the kids manage to get through to him after weeks of pestering.
  • Judar going through this life-changing period in his home village and trying to discover himself a bit more in peace.
  • For the first few months “That’s not how [insert everyday task] was done in the palace” is said in every other sentence. He just can’t deal.
  • He’s always wondering how Alibaba or Hakuryuu are doing and all of the villagers are just like “He’s talking about them again.”
  • Peaches. Lots of peaches as gifts from children. Peaches = tolerance friendship.
  • Judar spends nearly two months learning how to make makeup from one of the older women in town and he hates it but for the sake of his eyeshadow he must do this.
  • “What do you mean I have to help bring in the harvest?”
  • While magic is amusing, it’s seen as a way for him to cheat his way out of chores like the other villagers.
  • There’s always that one old lady who is constantly mistaking him for a girl and telling him he’ll make a nice bride someday.
The Way You Make Me Feel

@stilinski-dreaming | AO3 - from, @poetry-protest-pornography

*The start of a series that shows Stiles and Derek’s relationship growing through a series of vignettes depicting different emotions. Each vignette is a complete ficlet.*

After a fight in which Derek’s martyr complex makes another appearance, he struggles to understand Stiles’ anger.

While waiting for Derek to arrive for their first date, Stiles has a minor panic attack about the possible ways that their relationship might go wrong. Lydia helps.


The ride home has been silent. Painfully, suffocatingly silent; the weight of Stiles’ emotions pressing down on Derek’s shoulders, his chest. Fear and anger and anxiety rolling off of Stiles in sour waves, cut only slightly by the edge of relief that ebbs at the overwhelming tide of the rest of it.

Stiles is sitting in the passenger seat, tightly coiled and practically vibrating with emotion. There are angry red cuts and smudges of dirt on his knuckles, and more dirt and random spatters of blood dot his jeans and his plaid shirt; though it’s harder to see there among the patterned lines, Derek knows they’re there. His own rapidly healing injuries throb in painful sympathy.

Derek can feel himself choking on the red-brown-black of Stiles’ feelings, and it tastes like regret. Derek has never wished he was better with words as much as he does in this moment, wished he had the words to cut through the tension in Stiles’ body, the obvious turmoil in his mind. To coax Stiles into telling him what was going on inside his head.

He’s on the verge of apologizing, just for something to say, when he realizes they’re back at the loft. He’s barely put the car in park before Stiles is launching himself out of it, slamming the door with a resounding thud and practically stomping his way toward the door.

With a sigh, Derek turns off the car and exits quickly, eager to get away from the lingering scent of Stiles’ anger. He gets to his apartment just in time to have the door slammed in his face. After a calming breath and several long blinks to process that yes, a door was actually slammed in his face– his own door , even–he finds Stiles pacing in a tight circuit in the entryway. He’s muttering to himself and his hands are making exaggerated movements at his sides.

“Stiles, I–”

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Lucky One - A Smut Scenario

It’s very rare that I’m ever allowed to go to music bank with my boyfriend or any music shows that is but it’s even more rare that I’m allowed to go stand out in the audience and watch them perform yet here I was almost front and centre watching as Kyungsoo and his members sung and danced around the stage to Lucky One.

It was my first time seeing this song live and it was giving me all kinds of feelings. Between Kyungsoo’s slight smiles and smirks to his dance moves and to his heavenly voice there was no way that once we were back at home I wasn’t going to touch him. I’ve seen him do hundreds of dances and sexier ones at that but there was just something about this that was making me lose control and I had no idea what it was.

It felt like an eternity for the show to finish and for the drive back home and I couldn’t have gotten inside any faster. As soon as I was through the front door I ran to Kyungsoo’s room knowing that he’d follow me to see if everything was okay as I had been quiet the whole way home and was ignoring him whenever he asked if I was okay.

And I was right as he walked into the room not even a minute later but instead of finding me sitting on the bed like he thought he would he found me standing in the middle of the room in just my bra and panties.


I was very happy with myself for my choice of both matching and sexy underwear and it seems that so was Kyungsoo as the second he saw me he slammed the door closed and locked it and the bulge in his pants began to grow.
“So I’m guessing the reason you were ignoring me in the car was because you were horny and not because you were upset, am I right” Kyungsoo asks taking slow steps towards me.
“Yes Oppa but I was just trying to wait until we got away from the boys before touching you because I know you don’t like me doing that stuff around the boys” I said closing the distant left between us.
“We’ll aren’t you a good little girl but I just have one more question baby” He says moving us towards his bed.

I hum as a response for him to ask his question.
“What made my little girl so horny?” He asks just as my legs hit his bed.
“Watching you Oppa” I answer honestly knowing there’s no point in lying as he already knows why he just wants to hear me say it.  

Kyungsoo doesn’t reply to my answer with words instead he unclips my bra and throws in away before attaching his lips to my nipple and pushing me down so that I am laying on the bed. This was one of the rare occasions when Kyungsoo was just as needy as I was and wasn’t in the mood for going slow and I was very happy about that.

While Kyungsoo was working on my nipples he was also undressing himself. Once he got down to his bare skin he detached himself from me, removing my pants and then placing himself at my entrance with my legs up on his shoulders. Running two fingers through my wet folds to test that I was wet enough for him to push in and once he was satisfied he pushed himself all the way in and immediately started thrusting not giving me any chance to adjust to his thick cock.  

Kyungsoo’s thrust weren’t that fast but they were deep and hard which is just as good when he’s hitting exactly the right spot inside of you every time. I was biting my lip so hard trying to keep quiet that it started to bleed a little.
“Baby don’t worry about being quiet if it means hurting yourself” Kyungsoo replies as he uses his thumb to wipe the blood away.

The moment Kyungsoo stopped talking I let myself control go and started moaning like crazy saying anything that popped into my head even if it wasn’t actual words. Kyungsoo was getting more turned on because of the noises that I was making and he decide he need me on my knees. Flipping me over he pulls my hips back into him so that my pussy is in line with his cock and my face is down on the bed, my arms not having the strength to hold my body up because of all the pleasure Kyungsoo was giving me.

This time Kyungsoo’s thrust were faster as he was losing his control the closer he got to his release and the noisier I became the closer I got to mine. The one thing Kyungsoo and I have developed over the years of being intimate with each other was the ability to almost always cum either together or directly after each other and today was no different.

I pushed my ass back into him as I almost screamed out his name cumming so hard around his cock which in return set his release off and he was shooting his cum inside of my pussy, pulling out before he had fully finished just so he could watch it drip out of me.
“God, (Y/N) why do you have to be so hot!!” He says more to himself that me as I collapse onto the bed and he stands to grab something to clean us up with.
“I’m definitely a lucky one Oppa” I reply as I let him clean me up.
“And why’s that baby girl?” He asks cleaning himself up and then throwing the towel onto the ground to deal with it later.
“Because I have you!!!” I answer cuddling up to him and falling asleep in his arms…


I thought you came asking for my forgiveness, but you like it better this way don’t you? Me owing you. And all that pretty fairy tale about me being part of the family. That only works if you’re in control. Klaus Mikaelson, smiling down like a benevolent king. Showing mercy to all his subjects. But you still have to be the king! Don’t you? The thing about kings, though - eventually they all fall. Even you, Klaus.