ya pumpkins

anonymous asked:

45 for rhack?

this got long….but i ended up with an idea i really liked so 


“Mmm? What’d ya say, pumpkin?”

Jack had been on the verge of falling asleep, half on top of Rhys with his face nestled between Rhys’ soft pecs. He snuffled into wakefulness as he heard Rhys talking to him, squinting up at his omega’s face. 

Rhys raised an amused eyebrow at him, mismatched eyes peering at Jack over the rims of his glasses. Jack still didn’t totally get why Rhys bothered wearing them, considering the whole cybernetically enhanced eye and all, but Rhys looked cute wearing them so Jack didn’t harp on it that much. 

“You were falling asleep, weren’t you? Jack, it’s not even nine yet.” Jack chuffed, blowing a strand of gray hair out of his eyes.

“Don’t you call me old, pumpkin…” Jack snuggled Rhys closer, pressing his cheek affectionately into the omega’s chest. Rhys set aside the tablet he’d been working on, metal and flesh fingers coming up to comb through Jack’s hair.

“Wh’ were you sayin’ anyway? Wanted to ask me a question…”

“Oh, right,” Rhys chuckled, idly parting Jack’s hair, “um, well…I was gonna say…you should tell me a secret.”

Jack snorted, not sure he’d even heard Rhys right the first time. He turned his head up, nestling his chin in the cleavage between the omega’s pecs as he looked up at him. 

“A secret? You’re kidding….”

“Nope.”

“Rhys….how long have we been married…”

Rhys’ smile was soft and affectionate.

“Seventeen years…”

“And yet you’re askin’ me to tell you a secret like we’re a pair of tweens on a first date.”

Sooo you’re saying you don’t have any secrets left to tell me?”

“I-I….well….” Jack stammered, biting his lip as he tried to think. Though Jack was a man of many, many secrets, he actually couldn’t think of many he hadn’t told Rhys. Rhys knew about his scar, about his childhood, about his first two marriages. There was little that Jack had been able to keep from him over the years that Rhys hadn’t either inadvertently figured out of Jack hadn’t eventually broken down and told him about out of guilt.  

“Rhysie….I’m tired….can’t the secret just be ‘I love you’?”

“That’d be like, the worst kept secret ever.” Rhys snickered at Jack’s pout, smoothing the older man’s hair back against his head before letting it spring into place. Jack puffed in frustration, eyebrows knitted together as he tried to think of something, anything so he could go back to napping on his omega’s cute little chest. He was about ready to give up and just try to initiate sexytimes as a last minute distraction, when suddenly he thought of something.

“Wait wait, I know something…” Rhys raised his eyebrows at him, expectant, as Jack levered himself up on his elbows, looking his omega right in the eyes. 

“Before…listen, this is corny but….before we officially met…you know, at that one meeting when you were still working under Hendy…I’d seen you before that.” Jack lifted his hand, the gold and blue ring on his finger winking against his weathered skin as he cupped Rhys’ cheek, forefinger spreading against the delicate little creases around the omega’s mouth. 

“We’d intercepted some illegal communications going down on lines built outside of Hyperion regulation. The usual shit, trying to funnel out trade secrets and plans and junk, alongside black market goods and all that. Mostly routine. But there was this one scumbag who was getting pretty chummy with a hired hitman. Worked in Analytics.”

Rhys’ eyes brighten in understanding. 

“Security wanted my approval on what to do with these guys and….well…they sent me all the files of evidence to look over. Asshole was pissed off about a promotion being stolen from him, wanted the ‘problem’ taken care of. And that’s the first time I ever saw your face.”

Jack brushed his finger over Rhys’ stunned, plush lips. 

“I knew from the moment I saw you….dunno why….but I knew I never wanted anything bad to happen to you.” Jack leaned in and pressed a little kiss under Rhys’ eye, his cheek glowing blue as his eyelid fluttered. 

“So the next morning, I had him airlocked.”

There was a rush of movement and suddenly the distance between them closed and Rhys was pressing a kiss against Jack’s lips, his arms falling to loop around Jack’s neck as he tugged the alpha close. Jack willingly pressed forward, kissing the omega back until the both of them were breathless. 

“Jack…” Rhys panted as their kiss parted, blush high on his pale cheeks. “You mean to tell me….all this time…you saved my life before I even met you.”

“Well, I’ve saved your life a whole bunch of other times too.” 

“And I yours, don’t forget…” Rhys winked, bringing Jack in for another tender kiss. “But this is….wow…”

“It was no biggie. Wasn’t about to let some taint take out such a cutie from stupid alpha jealousy. ‘Specially since now I got a husband and pups outta the deal.” Jack snorted, though he’s more than pleased to see the affect sharing this secret has had on Rhys. Especially when the omega’s touches turn more seductive, his hands running down from Jack’s neck to his chest. A purr builds in the omega’s throat as he looks up at Jack with half-lidded eyes. 

“I’m thinking Mr. Secret Hero deserves a special reward.” Rhys smirked, hands brushing over Jack’s hairy chest. “Unless of course….you’re too tired.”

Jack grinned, showing off eager teeth as his hands find Rhys’ slim hips.

“Nah, pumpkin, now I’m wide awake.”

One Last Time - Fred Weasley

This was suppose to be the gift for me reaching 2,000 followers, but I’m almost to 3,000 now. Sorry this took so long! Warning: Smut.

Fred’s lips were soft on yours, only pulling away to gasp for air before returning. Fred had brought you into this hidden passage to discuss something, but with his body pressed up against yours and his tongue in your mouth, you forgot to ask. 

Lately, the only time you actually got to be together was in abandoned classrooms and empty hallways, what with Umbridge’s new rules. Fred’s hand began sliding up your sweater when you heard steps from the other side of the hallway.

“Shit,” he said, grabbing your hand and ripping open the drapery, leading back into the busy hallway. You fixed your ruffled hair and followed Fred down the steps. 

“Freddie.” He stopped and you touched the back of his shirt, tucking it back into his pants. He smirked at you and you touched his ass briefly, giving him a wink. “Wouldn’t want Umbridge to think we were up to something.”

“Right you are.” You smiled and fought of the urge to bring your lips back to his. 

“Hey!” You looked up the staircase and saw George strutting down towards the two of you. “I thought you two were talking in the secret passage near Transfigurations. I set off an explosion on the third floor bathrooms to give you two some time.”

“And I love you for it,” Fred said, patting George’s arm. “But there was someone coming down the hall so we didn’t get much alone time.”

“We didn’t have any time to talk,” you said, grinning over at Fred. George smirked and rolled his eyes.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to talk then,” he said, glancing over at Fred. Fred nodded, answering his unspoken question. George walked back upstairs while Fred took your hand again.

He led you down two flights of stairs, ignoring the questions you kept asking him. He opened a door and led you all the way down the corridor, and through one more hallway before he stopped in a room filled with suits of armor. 

“Fred, what’s going on?” you asked as he sat you down on a bench. He let out a sigh and took your hand in his. “Freddie, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m sorry. There’s just something I want to tell you, but I don’t know how.”

“Okay, that doesn’t make me feel any better.” He squeezed your palm and cleared his throat.

“You know this summer when mum found out about Weasley Wizard Wheezes?” You nodded. “And you know we’ve been selling some of our stuff around school.”

“Yes.”

“Okay, when Harry won the Triwizard tournament, he gave his winnings to George and I. So we could start Weasley Wizard Wheezes.” You searched his face, and could see how concerned he was. You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed it.

“Okay. So what are you so nervous about?”

“Y/N, George and I are leaving.”

“Leaving? Leaving school, you mean?”

“Yes, we have enough to set up Weasley Wizard Wheezes and there’s nothing keeping us here.” You folded your lips and Fred squeezed your hand. “Except you.”

“This is our last year, can’t you just wait until then?”

“Umbridge is making Hogwarts a living hell for us. We don’t really see the point in staying until the end of term.”

“Your mother is going to kill you.” Fred laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, but I can handle her. I’m worried about you.”

“Well I’m not gonna kill you. But I don’t want you to leave. Please stay, I love you.” Fred wrapped his arms around you, and held you against his chest. 

“I love you, too. Which is why I planned the perfect last date for us.” You sighed and pulled away from him. 

“So you’ve already made up your mind.” 

“Yes.”

“Then this better be a damn good date.” Fred smirked and kissed you.

“It will be, I promise.”


You stepped out of your common room and started walking when you felt someone grab your hand. You gasped and the hand went over your mouth.

“I’ll let go but we have to be quiet,” Fred whispered in your ear. Giggling, you nodded your head and he let go. You spun around and pressed a kiss to Fred’s lips, leaning up against him. 

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a secret,” he whispered. He took your hand in his and led you out onto the staircase. He ran you down two flights of stairs, pulling you into a secret passageway behind a painting when Mrs. Norris came climbing up the steps. 

“Freddie-”

“Shh,” he said before you could ask. He peaked his head out of the picture frame and continued up flights of stairs. Twice you had to hide behind a suit of armor to hide from Filch and Umbridge.

Finally, he latched open the door to the astronomy tower, and the two of you were alone. You grabbed onto his face and kissed him. He pulled away with a groan and smiled at you, his eyes and teeth glowing in the moonlight.

“Wait. I have something to show you still.” You sighed and pecked his lips once more, taking his hand in yours. Up the spiral staircase the two of you went, until he opened the door to the Divination classroom. 

The room was draped in its usual scarves and curtains of thick material and rich color. He had set up the crystal balls on each table, and they were each filled with white smoke. There was a pile of blankets and pillows in the center of the room, the moonlight shining enough light on it. 

“Fred.” You took his arm and pulled him close to you. His hands were resting on your jaw, kissing you passionately. He backed you up, and you stopped just in front of the pillow pile. 

“This is a very good date,” you said, lying down in the pile. He grinned and laid down next to you, kissing you again. You tugged on the collar of his sweater and he laughed, pushing your hands away.

“No, there’s more.” You let out a sigh and licked your swollen lips. He beamed and pulled out his wand, waving it around. There was a small clatter across the room and a tray of deserts came flying towards you, setting down in between the both of you.

“You stole these from the kitchens didn’t you?” Fred chuckled and sat up.

“No. I asked one of the house elves if I could have it. But when he said no, I stole them when no one was looking.” You giggled and reached for a pumpkin pasty. 

“Ya know what would make this date even better?” you said with a curl of your lips. He rested his hand behind you so he was only an inch away from you.

“What’s that?”

“If you stayed.” Fred let out a sigh and dropped his head on your shoulder, kissing you tenderly. 

“Please don’t ask me to do that.” You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Can you promise me something then?” you asked after a minute of silence. He lifted his head and nodded. 

“You’re still gonna wait for me, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, when you start up your company, and Weasley Wizard Wheezes becomes famous, you won’t forget me. You won’t run off with one of the girls that fall in love with your fame.” 

“I could never forget you, Y/N.” He pushed the food over to one of the tables and rolled on top of you. “I love you.” You kissed him, cupping his cheeks in your hands. 

“I love you, too,” you said breathlessly. Fred only let you pull away for a second before bringing his lips back to yours. He ran his hands through your hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth. 

Fred’s tongue explored your mouth as your hands explored his chest. His kisses were desperate and heated, he would pull on your lips and your teeth would knock together.

You began pulling on the hem of his blue sweater, but he took his hands out of your hair to stop you. You whined into his kiss and he laughed. 

“This is your date,” he said. You raised an eyebrow and he pulled on your sweater. You lifted your arms and he tugged it off. His hands were cold on your waist as you pulled him back to your lips. 

You slipped your tongue into his mouth as his hand slipped under the band of our bra. You moaned at the contact and Fred bit your lip in response. He kissed up your jaw all the way to your ear, nibbling on it.

In a swift motion, Fred unhooked your bra and threw it across the room. You grabbed onto his shirt and ripped it off over his red hair. His bare chest met yours as he started to kiss down your neck.

Fred smiled against your skin and his lips traveled down your neck and onto your chest. You clawed at his back as he kissed your breast, his hand massaging and pulling at the other. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting to be as close as the two of you could be. He moved from your breasts and brought his lips back to yours, his hands sliding down your waist. 

He unbuttoned your jeans and you kicked them off, never leaving his lips. One of his hands moved in between your legs, fingering you through your underwear. He pushed them to the side and stuck one finger inside of you, smiling as you moaned. 

His finger worked expertly inside you, so much so that you couldn’t continue to kiss Fred for the moans coming from you. You felt a tightening in your lower stomach as he slid two fingers inside of you.

“Fred,” you gasped, pulling a handful of his red hair. 

“Wait, babe,” he said, winking up at you. You let out a breath as Fred’s lips moved between your thighs. He licked inside of you, and you were close until your heard a noise. You shot up and Fred looked at you in concern.

“Y/N, what is it?” he asked in concern. Your hand touched his neck and smiled at him.

“I think I heard something,” you said, reaching for your top. Fred turned towards the door as light shone through. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, reaching for your jeans and his sweater. 

“That’s what I was planning on,” you whispered, running for cover. He led you up the upper staircase of the classroom and waited on top of the bridge above the exit. 

You threw back on your shirt and were tugging on your jeans as Umbridge walked into the room. Fred looked over at you nervously. Public displays of affection were banned, and you were sure shagging would be a much worse ordeal. 

“Hello?” she squeaked, stepping into the room. You noticed she left the door open and nodded towards it. Fred shook his head but you were already halfway over the railing. You waited until she was fully in the room to jump. 

You froze afterwards, watching to see if she turned. When she didn’t you motioned for Fred to join you. He jumped reluctantly and the two of you ran out the door as Umbridge turned. 

You raced down the steps as you heard the clicking of her heels exiting the classroom. He pulled you into a secret passageway at the end of the staircase. You didn’t stop running until you opened the door at the other end of the hallway and appeared outside of the Ravenclaw common room.

“That was close,” he panted.

“Yeah, too close. I left my bra in the tower.” Fred grimaced and leaned against the wall.

“I’ll go back and get it.”

“Don’t. I never really liked that one anyway.” Fred smiled as you wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed him softly.

“Good, neither did I.” You laughed and Fred ran his hands through your hair. “We left all of our stuff back in the classroom.”

“Whatever. We still have a date to finish,” you said. 

“And nowhere to go.” You tilted your head and smirked at him. “What?”

“Not nowhere.” You laced your hand in his and led him down the hallway. You threw open a tapestry, revealing a door. Fred raised an eyebrow at you and smiled.

“I knew I loved you for a reason.” You smiled and turned towards the door.

“Mummified shrew,” you said and the door swung open. Following Fred, you closed the door behind you to the Ravenclaw prefect’s bathroom. 

“Wha- How did you-”

“Ravenclaws aren’t always as smart as they seem. I heard one of the prefects bragging about the bathroom and he let the password slip.” Fred walked towards you and kissed you backing you up against the cool marble wall.

“I love you.”

He pulled your top off again, quicker than before. He slipped his off as you puled him down on the floor with you. Your kisses were heated and passionate as you unbuckled his jeans. 

Fred was already hard against you as you pulled off your jeans and threw your underwear across the room. Fred threw off his boxers, too and brought his lips back to yours. 

Your kisses slowed down, as the two of you tasted each other for what felt like the last time. Fred kissed down your neck and you ran your hands through his hair. He hovered above you, looking into your eyes.

You nodded and he slid inside of you. Gasping, you adjusting around him before Fred began moving inside of you rhythmically. He brought his chest down against yours as he continued thrusting inside of you. 

You were glad you were alone because there was no way you could silence your moans. Fred was working more than he ever had, and was pulling out all of his tricks.

He moved inside of you and you could hardly wait any longer. The feeling from before returned in the pit of your stomach, and you clawed at Fred’s back. He grinned as you wrapped your legs around his waist, needing to have him closer. 

“Fred,” you gasped. He nodded and kissed your shoulder.

“Me too,” he moaned. He quicken his movements as he continuously pounded into the spot he knew made you go weak at the knees. Your legs buckled around Fred as you got your release. 

You moaned loudly as Fred continued his thrusts until he came inside of you. He pulled out slowly and rolled over to lay beside you. The two of you lay there together, holding hands as you regained your breathing. 

Rolling over, you kissed his shoulder and rested your head against it. He snaked his arm around your waist and kissed your forehead. 

“Have you been practicing without me?” you asked, looking up at him. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him. 

“Never.” You sat up and looked around the room. Standing, you walked across the marble floor and grabbed one of the over sized towels. You threw it over Fred as you laid down with him. 

“I love you,” you said, staring into his brown eyes. He wrapped his arms around you again and kissed the tip of your nose.

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“I don’t either, but I know you have to.”

“I love you so much.” He leaned down and kissed you again before resting his head on your chest. You ran your hands through his hair and sighed.

“We’re so gonna get caught.”

“Hm? Why is that?” Fred mumbled, sleep already crossing his mind.

“We left the Divination room filled with the stuff from our date.” He glanced up at you and smiled.

“I don’t care. I’ll take any punishment for this time with you.” 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

leonhart42  asked:

Hey kiddo! I'm a Handsome Jack cosplayer (married to a gorgeous Nisha), and I've long been a HUGE fan of your art and AU stuff. If you still take suggestion prompts for sketches, here's something: Imagine Nisha wearing some uncharacteristically frilly, lacy, pink, and just overly-girly lingerie that Jack bought her as a present. Picture Nisha standing around wearing in it, with a weird, semi-uncomfortable look on her face, while a totally oblivious Jack looks on, openly drooling over her.

here ya go ,pumpkin! 

Helga Hufflepuff’s Pumpkin Pie Sugar Scrub!

Preparing for another year at Hogwarts can be very exciting, But also very stressful when you remember you have 3 essays due on September second that you have yet to start. Don’t tell any of your professors that. After you get those done (and pretend you’ve had them done since the beginning of summer holiday), you need something to help you relax. In the Hufflepuff Common Room we have a book, which Helga started herself, of tips, recipes, and tricks for getting through a year of Hogwarts. My favorite is Helga’s Pumpkin Pie Sugar Scrub!! It’s a great way to decompress after a tough Tranfiguration Exam or a particularly trying Potions Essay. Bonus, it leaves your skin soft and smelling like a pie fresh from the oven!

Here’s What You’ll Need:

- 1 ½ cups of brown sugar
- ¾ cup oil (orange infused oil is the best, but coconut and plain olive work just as well)
- ½ tablespoon pumpkin pie spice
- 3 teaspoons vanilla extract
- 1 teaspoon almond extract (optional)

Whatcha Do:
- Mix all the ingredients in a medium sized bowl and store in an airtight container if you haven’t yet mastered the sealing charm.
- Rub a dollop into your skin in the shower and rinse off any extra! Come out of there smelling delightful!

Hope this helps any of you non-puffs, or Puffs who haven’t checked out the book of tips in the common room (which you really should, it’s right under Helga’s portrait above the fireplace)! More tips from the books to come, but only if you guys want them, let us know! Love from your (hopefully) favorite Hufflepuffs!
~Your Managers of Mischief, Erika and Missy

When the "PSL" Distracts You From Purpose

Greeted by a crisp kiss of cold air on my forehead this morning, I knew exactly what time it was; somewhere in between late for work and “I gotta have it now.” While standing in line, awaiting the highly anticipated Pumpkin Spice Latte, I suddenly became super deep in thought and I asked myself…“Why is it that the things with no importance or relevance to the call on our lives are the things we’re willing to risk so much and stand in lines for?” Absent of complaint and foot tapping, we patiently and gracefully take steps towards becoming hypnotized consumers and caffeine addicts; sneaker heads and dumb smart phone users. To be quite honest, this latte wasn’t even the greatest (she could have stirred it) but what could have happened in the time wasted standing in the line of someone else’s success story could have been.

The issue is not in grabbing a coffee. The issue is that most of us have a hard time channeling that same “I gotta have it now” anticipation and “I’ll wait out this line” endurance when it comes to our own success, purpose, gift and/or talent. We have AMAZING, WORLD CHANGING potential and yet, we struggle with maximizing that last five minutes between now and when we have to clock-in. We have trouble yearning and craving passion when it comes to our writing verses, painting pictures, playing cords, running laps, practicing scenes, studying for the LSAT; whatever it is that we do and desire to be.

I too am extremely gifted in building and experiencing the brands of others. I mean, by nature and the need to survive, we all are in some way, shape or form. -Duh- But every time we order a #5, purchase an app or sharpen the wings of our eyeliner (may the odds with that ever be in your favor), we are living and breathing someone else’s dream. I mean OF COURSE…we all need the 8 ct. nugget -crispy with a lemonade, Instagram and pore-clogging, face staining make-up. (HA). I’m just noticing that as the weeks of my blogless platform have gone by, that I’m extremely distracted; extremely brainwashed and programmed to think that I absolutely “gotta have” these Pumpkin Spice Lattes and not…my own purpose.

Truth be told, if I could put complete blame on society and the mystery behind why the Pumpkin Spice Latte currently has 244, 807 hashtags, I would. However, we all usually have a part to play in our scraped knees, broken limbs and abnormally increased heart rates.

THE PART WE PLAY IS THE PART WE CAN CHANGE!

The part we play is the part we have authority to shift, shape and alter in our favor. The part we play is the part we can maximize and grow into something great. The part we play…is the part we don’t but “gotta have.”

Writing is my passion. It’s what I’m great at, it’s what I do. It used to come so naturally and the words would just flow. It wasn’t until I started standing in lines during my free-time that pulling words out of my head began to feel like pulling teeth. I started to lack the fire, the passion and the consistency I needed to write whole, cohesive pieces…. The bible tells us in Matthew 5:29 “To those who use well what they are given, even more will be given, and they will have an abundance. But from those who do nothing, even what little they have will be taken away.”

I was slowly oozing out my gift …BUT…I had my Pumpkin Spice Latte. I had caffeine which resulted in more energy to do more of nothing. I had become both one of the 200 million Pumpkin Spice Latte consumers of the decade AND one of the billions who waste time every day in the average 5 to 15 minute Starbucks experience…all in a sip. LIKE…WHEHH?

Anyway, I got-tuh-thinkin’ some more and I’ve to the conclusion that we aren’t all lazy and caffeine driven. Most of us don’t deliberately waste time or recognize when we are. We are all just living and doing what we humans do best; surviving and occasionally missing opportunities to grow because we aren’t perfect people. We follow trends and will surely wait 20 minutes in the Chick-Fil-A drive thru because the #5 is a ministry in itself but ya know what…? So are we. Every day, we can strive to stand in line for our own purposes and passions. We can make room for that extra stop along the way. It’s time to make our dreams and gifts highly anticipated movements and solutions; Spark fires across the world…

Ephesians 5: 15-17 says “So be careful how you live. Don’t live like fools, but like those who are wise. Make the most of every opportunity in these evil days. Don’t act thoughtlessly, but understand what the Lord wants you to do.”

God wants us to make time for the awesomeness that lives inside of us. Maximize every moment and expect greatness just like we do when we spend darn near $7 on one coffee. It’s in you to live purposely and purposefully. Step by step, work on wasting a little less time obsessing and building other people’s dreams and get eager about your own!! If your feet are going to hurt, it should be because you’re running towards what God has called you to do. If you’re going to stand, it should be because sitting on your call is too painful. If you’re going to sigh in impatience, it should be because you’re ready to speak up for what you believe in! Give your time, TIME! Do not miss another moment to excel, expand and elevate! Hashtag THAT!

-How ya like DEM pumpkins!!!-

Lol. Please, if you’re going to drink a Pumpkin Spice Latte and experience someone else’s frothy idea, let it be while you’re typing your business plan or building your brand.

Love you lots, Emmy

Yeah i made an overwatch reaper pumpkin, what ya gonna do about it (sorry for the shitty quality)