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[SUMMARY: Edward Blake has sex with a virgin who happens to be the young niece of one of the men he works with.]

Consensual sex.

*Some blog names didn’t tag.

Note: In these imagines I portray Edward Blake as someone who did not sexually assault anyone.

Eddie and Liz.

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You Were Here All Along

Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Modern AU

Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 2534

Warnings: Swearing, cuddling(?)

A/N: Hey cuties! I had a lot of fun writing this one! It is a little longer than usual so I hope you don’t mind. But seriously guys, I looooooooved writing this request!! I hope you lovelies have an amazing day or night! I love you with all my heart!!:)

Request: Can you do a Poly Hamilsquad x Reader where the squad is trying to find a girlfriend that suits all of them (Alex wants her to be smart, John wants her to be funny, ect.), the reader is a long time friend of the squad who is just hanging around and it ends with the squad realizing she has all of what they’re looking for? - @onelastfic

“They need to be smart. I can’t be dating an idiot. I want them to be able to stay up late with me wondering about the universe and what it holds. They need to be able to hold their end on an intelligent conversation.” Alex decided, Herc scribbling down smart on his notepad.

“They have to be funny. I can’t date someone without a sense of humor. They can’t be rude jokes though, they need to understand the line between funny and offensive. I just want to be able to never stop laughing with them.” John explained, Herc writing down funny underneath smart.

“I want them to be passionate. I don’t care what they are passionate about, but it needs to be something they would stand for and that they love. I want them to just go on for hours about this thing and watch their face light up with happiness.” Lafayette smiled at the thought, Herc once again writing down what he had said on the notepad.

“I want them to be affectionate. I love being able to just cuddle someone for hours on end and I want them to be okay with that. They need to also not focus on one of us with their love, but equal with their cuddles and affections.” Hercules said, finishing off the list on his notepad.

“So, what are we looking for?” John asked, trying to peek around Hercules to see the list he had wrote.

“We want to date someone who is smart, funny, passionate and loving.” Herc read off, the boys around him smiling and nodding their heads.

“Whatcha guys up to?” You asked, walking into the small kitchen where they were gathered.

“OH MY GOD!” Alex screamed, not knowing you had walked into the kitchen.

“Sorry.” You apologized, watching Alex catch his breath from the scare.

“He’s so jumpy.” John laughed, watching Alex still look around with panic on his face.

“What’re you doing here, (Y/N)?” Hercules asked, only to receive a dirty look from you.

“Did you forget what tonight is?” You asked, glaring at the four boys that sat around the table.

“Shit! It’s movie night!” Laf yelled in realization as the other boy’s eyes widened.

“We’ll set up right now! Alex will keep you company!” John shouted, running out of the room with Herc and Laf right behind him.

“Damn. Sorry we forgot, (Y/N).” Alex apologized, moving a stool out for you to sit next to him.

“Don’t worry about it, you guys get busy. It’s not really that big of a deal.” You shrugged.

“Even if we do get busy, we shouldn’t have forgotten movie night.” Alex mumbled, slouching slightly in his seat.

“If I say I forgive you guys, can we go on like it never happened?” You asked lightly, placing your hand gently on his slumped shoulder.

“I guess that could work…” Alex said looking up to see you smiling brightly at him.

For just a second he forgot you were his best friend and saw you as something more, much more. Before he knew it, you had taken him into a conversation about Professor Washington’s newest assignment for class. He had never realized just how smart you were. Wait, smart? He reprimanded himself for thinking you were just smart. You were a genius and it simply amazed him.

As you passionately explained in great detail what you would do for the assignment, Alex got lost in his thoughts. He didn’t know why he hadn’t seen it sooner? You were perfect for not only him, but his boyfriends too. The new partner that they had been looking for had been right in front of them the whole time.

“Alex, are you even listening to me?” You asked, slightly annoyed with Alex as he sat there with jaw hanging wide open.

“Sorry, I just caught up in my thoughts. I heard the beginning, but could you say the rest of it again?” Alex asked, a small blush dancing across his cheeks.

“Maybe later, the boys just said they were done setting up. We gotta go help them decide the movie.” You stood up quickly, offering your hand to Alex to help him stand up.

“Thanks.” Alex said barely above a whisper, his cheeks having heated up more at the touch of your hand on his.

“Of course!” You grinned, deciding to ignore the obvious blush on the cheeks. You walked to the living room with Alex right behind you.

“What took you two so long?” Hercules asked as the two walked through the door.

“I had to wake Alex from his daydreaming.” You said, nodding your head back to the man that had entered after you.

“What were you daydreaming of, mon amour?” Laf asked, the curiosity easy to see on his face.

“I…uh…well…” Alex stuttered, the blush that had finally faded from his cheeks making a bold return.

“He was probably fantasizing being far away from us and writing to his heart’s content.” You giggled, saving Alex from having to come up with some ridiculous excuse.

“I doubt it. He was probably daydreaming about being on a private island with us three.” John smirked suggestively as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Or maybe he was dreaming about that private island with Professor Washington.” You smirked back, the three boys laughing loudly at the joke while Alex’s blush somehow grew bigger.

John continued to laugh while you said a couple more playful jabs to Alex about his love for Professor Washington. His laugh faded as he instead became entranced by how playful you were with his boyfriends. You fit in so well with them and made them all laugh so hard. How had he been so blind?

It was obvious now what Alex had been daydreaming about, it was you. Alex and John made eye contact, travelling a silent message. They both agreed that you fit their dream partner almost perfectly. They just had to wait for the other two to realize it on their own.

“Can we just vote on the movie now?” Alex asked, having enough with being embarrassed by his friend and boyfriends for the night.

“Sounds like a good idea to me!” Herc’s voice boomed through the room. “Everyone pull out the movie you want us to watch tonight and then we will decide from there.”

“You know this always causes a lot of arguments, maybe we should try something different.” You suggested, watching the other three boys shove each other over as they reached for their favorite movies.

“Nah, it’s funny to see everyone argue, besides we always stop it before we get hurtful or too intense.” Herc shrugged, laughing at the struggle the others were having as the fought to grab their movie of choice. “Now grab your pick so we can debate!” Herc pushed you forward gently.

You quickly dodged the boys rough housing and grabbed one of your favorite movies of all time, ‘Peter Pan’. You knew the boys were going to complain because they all thought it was some overrated kids movie, but had any of them ever taken the time to sit down and watch it? No, so they didn’t have any room to judge it.

“Okay, so I have-” Alex started only to be cut of by John.

“Boo! It sounds boring!!” John yelled, before looking around the room with his puppy dog eyes. “Can we, please, start watching the movie of my choice?” The boys hummed small agreements to his question, so that they wouldn’t have to deal with an overheated debate with Alex and John.

“No way! I want to argue my movie and you guys are going to listen!” You protested, jumping up from the couch and standing in front of the four. “Peter Pan”

“That movie is so overrated!” Laf cried, quickly being silenced by your sharp glare.

“As I was saying, Peter Pan. It is simply amazing in every single way, it is a classic. The art in the movie is beautiful, just wait till you see Neverland! This has been my favorite since I was a child and it will never change, why should it? It is a story that makes you want to run away and discover places you’ve never been. Discover your own Neverland. Besides, who are you to judge a movie you have never seen?” You ranted on passionately, almost out of breath.

From on the couch, Lafayette watched you with pure adoration. He had seen when Alex had gone into his full on rants and trust me he thought those were adorable, but you? Right now you were baring your heart to him and it was simply irresistable. The way that your eyes lit up at their protests against the movie. He had never realized how much fire and passion you had.

In fact, now that he thought about it, why had he never noticed you in the first place? You were almost always with them. Each moment that had with you was so amazing. You were always sharing new ideas and the passion you had for them. As he thought about this it made him finally understand what they had been missing. It was like a new beautiful light had started to shine down on his life. From the look in his eyes, Alex and John knew that he had fallen for you just as hard as they had.

“Let’s watch it!” Laf smiled, interrupting the second half of your rant that you had started.

“Are you serious?” You asked in shock.

“Of course I am! Go put the disk in.” Laf encouraged, watching you skip with joy to the tv.

Lafayette, John and Alex exchanged looks, knowing what they had to do. They all scooted as far away as possible from a very confused Hercules. He looked at them sadly, not knowing why they would leave him to watch the movies without their usual cuddling.

“Cuddles?” Herc asked, looking at the boys in confusion with his bulky arms wide open.

“No.” Alex said simply as the Laf and John shook their heads no.

“What am I supposed to do during the movie without someone to hold?” Hercules asked, not knowing what to do now with his hands.

“Why don’t you snuggle, (Y/N)?” Laf suggested, trying to act nonchalantly about it.

“Fine, I will.” Herc huffed, but he didn’t really know what he was complaining about. You were one of the best people he knew to snuggle with.

“Get ready for the best movie you will ever see.” You announced plopping down on the empty space on the couch.

“Snuggle me?” Hercules asked you, looking at you with some of the saddest eyes you had ever seen.

“Aw, of course Herc!” You exclaimed, quickly moving in a position where you would both be comfortable.

Hercules wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back tightly to his chest so the two of you were spooning. For some reason he found his drifting to your face as the movie began. He could feel you snuggling closer to him within the first 10 minutes of the movie. He didn’t realized he had missed the whole beginning until he heard a snicker from the other end of the couch.

He looked up to see his 3 boyfriends smirking at him and giggling like little kids. Of course they had set this up, but he was glad they had. He had been the last to realize it, but you were the perfect addition they had been looking for. You had fit each of their requirements and he was very impressed with how good you were at cuddling. If he thought about it, you were never one to say no to cuddling with any of them.

“Alex.” You whisper to the boy on your other side. “Come snuggle with us, please.” You begged, opening your arms for him to join you and Herc.

“If you insist.” Alex couldn’t help the smile on his face as he quickly jumped on top of the two of you.

“I can’t miss out on this opportunity of cuddling!” John yelled, moving on the couch so you were now spooning him. He loved being the baby spoon.

“You can’t exclude me!” Lafayette protested, smashing himself on top of all four of you. His long arms wrapped around all of you easily as he snuggled his face in between Herc’s and your shoulders.

As you continued to watch the movie, you could feel four pair of eyes on you. They watching your face carefully, making it very hard to focus on the movie. They were hiding something from you, it was painfully obvious.

“Why are you all looking at me?” You asked, not taking your eyes off of the bright screen.

“H-how did you know we were looking at you?” Laf stuttered, making John facepalm slightly at his slip up.

“It’s obvious.” You grabbed the remote and paused the movie before looking at each of the boys. “What are you hiding from me?”

“We’ve been looking for a new partner lately. Alex wants them to be intelligent, John wants them to be smart, Laf wants them to be passionate and I wanted them to be affectionate. We’ve been blind for so long to not see the perfect person for us was here all along.” Herc said, looking nervously for your reaction.

“I’m so happy for you guys! Who is it?” You asked, forcing out a grin.

It had been painfully obvious how much you had been crushing on these boys for the past year, but you would support them in whatever made them happy. Even if that happiness did not include you.

“It’s you. We want you to be our new partner, (Y/N).” John said, your eyes widening in shock at his words.

“M-me?” You choked out, not believing the words that had just left John’s mouth.

“You are amazing, mon ange. We have been so dumb not to realize that you are so much more than a friend to us.” Laf smiled gently, the boys watching you carefully.

“I would love that so much!” You exclaimed, pulling them all into a group hug. “I can’t believe you never noticed the crush I’ve had on you boys for years!”

“We can be very oblivious sometimes.” Alex laughed, pressing kisses to everyone’s head.

“More like all the time.” You scoffed, hearing them all protest at your statement.

“Now that this is out of the way, let’s enjoy this movie.” Herc smiled, waiting for everyone to readjust in their cuddling before he started the movie again.

You didn’t know how you could be so lucky to suddenly have four amazing boyfriends. You couldn’t keep the wide grin off of your face. To say you were happy was an understatement. You knew that maybe it was too early to say that you were falling in love with them, but it was the truth. You had been falling in love with them the moment you had met them a year ago in the library that was on campus. Lucky for you, you weren’t the only one feeling this way. They were falling for you just as hard.


April Fools?

We could never leave Love Live behind. While Aikatsu is an amazing show, and it deserves a lot of love, Love Live truly holds a special place in our hearts.

We lost about 500 followers, so thank you for those who knew we were trolling/aren’t upset when we have fun. We were trying to come up with ideas this year, and I suggested we just… throw a real big curveball. Successfully getting at least 1,000 of you had me laughing so hard. 

But, we will be getting back to regular scheduled programming here soon. I dug deep in the ask box and made a few old ones.

For those who are unaware on how we do April Fools, we make a bunch of confessions in advance so we can have them ready to throw out. I have a couple friends help me, but a lot of the confessions I made this year were from you guys! I didn’t want to leave anything hanging, so under the cut, you can see all the other confessions we got, plus my bits and pieces of commentary. WARNING: Many of these confessions contain spoilers, so please be careful if you wish for a clean cold watch!

Thank you for letting us troll you, and we look forward to another year together!

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When Daydreams Come True *SMUT*

Author: stephobrien25

Pairing: Stiles X Reader

Warning: SMUT, it’s pretty long

A/N: First of all, I would like to thank everyone who like/re-blogged the first smut I posted! I really didn’t think it was gonna go so well! Since we’re FINALLY in November and Teen Wolf starts in 2 weeks (TWO WEEKS!) I decided to share with ya’ll the first smut I ever wrote and it’s a Stilinski one, so I hope you enjoy it! 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


‘God I want him.’

We were in Stiles’ room ‘studying’ and I couldn’t stop staring at him. I was on his bed while he was across the room in his desk. Mr. Stilinski had already left for the night shift. Stiles and I have been best friends for the past three years since I moved to Beacon Hills from Florida. On my first day of class, I overheard him talking to Scott about ‘Star Wars’ and ‘Marvel’, and saying how Thor is the best hero out of the Avengers. My geeky self couldn’t help but jump into the conversation and state that he was wrong, that Captain America was the best Avenger. We argued back and forth during the whole lunch period, until the bell rang signaling to get to class. Ignoring the bell we just sat there glaring at each other, finally Stiles smiled and held out his hand, “I’m Stiles Stilinski. You’re the new girl, right?”

Smiling back I shook his hand, ignoring the small tingles that shot up my arm, “Yeah, I’m (Y/N).”

“Well (Y/N), despite your horrible taste in heroes…I think we’re going to be good friends.”

Ever since then we’ve bonded over Star Wars and Marvel and me teaching him Spanish, with him always saying ‘It’s a sexy language.’ I’ve also become the third human in the pack, helping them with all the supernatural problems plaguing the town. But for the past couple of months I couldn’t get my mind off of him. Every night I’d have these dreams of him and wake up panting, sweating…and with a certain itch I couldn’t quite scratch no matter what – if you know what I mean.

And today was one of those in which my eyes lingered on his lean frame for too long. Not that he noticed. ‘Thank God.’

My eyes traveled to his tousled brown just-had-sex hair that I wished to run my fingers through, wished to pull while writhing in pleasure underneath him. His handsome face that I wished to see panting above mine or buried in between my legs. His beautiful amber eyes made me melt every time, and I wished to see them clouded with lust whenever he sees me. His sexy mouth, the wicked things he could do to my body with his mouth.  His freckles, they were so adorable yet sexy at the same time, oh how I wanted to kiss every single one of them and trace them with my fingers. His long neck was made for love bites, my love bites, showing everyone that he was mine and only mine. His lean muscular back, oh how I wished to leave scratch marks while he’s pounding into me mercilessly. His arms, god those were my weakness along with his large strong hands and long calloused fingers. I can just imagine holding onto his broad sexy shoulders as he invades my body or him holding my arms above my head with his large hands as he dominates me. Imagine him thrusting his long fingers into my –

“(Y/N)?” My dirty fantasy was interrupted when his sexy voice called my name. I wished to hear him moan my name while I pleasured him with my mouth.



Stiles looked at me with concern, “You okay?”

Ever since these thoughts have been invading my head, I’ve been meaning to tell him. But, I’m too afraid of losing the friendship that we have. Plus, everyone knows that he’s head over heels for Lydia. There’s no way he’d want me.

“What? Oh, yeah I’m fine. Why?”

“Well for the past five minutes you’ve been kind of spaced out and um,” he gulped and briefly looked down to my lips while licking his own. “You’ve been biting your lip a lot.”

Mesmerized by him licking his lips I answered, “I was thinking of – “ I blushed and shook my head. “Nothing.  Don’t worry about it.”

“Are-are you blushing? Oh my God! You were thinking of someone weren’t you?” He teased.

“Wha- ? Pfft. No!” I stumbled out my lie. I inwardly groaned, ‘totally believable right?’

Stiles just smirked, “So who was it?”

“Stiles it was no one,” I groaned. I put my red face in my hands while he continued to tease me.

“Let me guess, it was Scott.” I just shook my head.

“Liam. No? Derek. Umm Kira…”

At that I glared at him, “I’m not gay.”

“Okay then, Mason?”

I laughed at that, “Stiles! He’s gay!”

He smiled, “I’m not going to stop you know,” I groaned and put my face back in my hands. “I’ll keep on saying names if you don’t tell me.”

True to his word, when I didn’t respond back he continued listing off names; Deaton, Peter (I literally growled at that one), Coach, he even want as far to saying Sheriff Stilinski. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I did the most reckless thing I’ve done in my whole life – and that’s saying a lot since I deal with the supernatural on a daily basis.

I quickly got up from his bed and grabbed his surprised face in between my hands and growled, “It was you,” before planting my lips onto his. At first he was shocked, but then I felt Stiles kiss back. When I felt his hands travel to my waist, warning bells went off in my head.

I quickly pushed him off me and turned away. “I should uh, I should go.” I grabbed my bag and opened the door.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

I didn’t listen to him, I just rushed down the stairs while mentally kicking myself. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’

Before I could reach the front door, I felt Stiles grabbing my shoulder and turning me to face him, “I said wait, dammit!”

There was no room for me to escape; I was trapped between him and the wall. Oh, the irony of being able to escape from supernatural things that want to kill me, but not this infuriating boy. I tried to look anywhere but him, I didn’t trust myself to see his face mere inches from mine.

“Look at me.” I refused.

I felt his hand on my chin, forcing me to look at him and I quickly closed my eyes. I heard him sigh. “(Y/N). Baby, open your eyes for me.”

Baby. The way he said it sent shivers down my spine. I gave in and slowly opened my eyes. “There are those beautiful doe eyes,” he whispered while stroking my bottom lip with his thumb. Unconsciously, I licked the tip of his thumb and lightly bit it while staring into his eyes.

His eyes got darker and I heard him groan before crashing his lips onto mine. I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped my lips as I felt him grope my ass through my leggings. Stiles smirked into the kiss and groped even harder.

‘Two can play that game, Stilinski,’ I thought to myself. My hands went up to his hair and softly pulled while biting his lower lip. He groaned into the kiss, just that sound made me wetter than I already was. I could already feel myself dripping. Stiles tightly gripped onto my waist and grinded his hard dick into my wet core, making me gasp. He took the opportunity and shoved his tongue into my mouth, fighting for dominance with my own until I gave up and he started sucking in my tongue making me moan. My hair tugging became more persistent and I started to grind back against his hard dick. Too soon for my liking, I had to pull away from the kiss to breath. That didn’t stop Stiles though.

His wicked lips traveled down to my jaw all the way down to my neck making me whimper. Softly turning his head to the side I started to kiss his neck, loving the taste of his skin on my tongue. Boldly, I bit into the crook of his neck making his knees go weak and moan into my neck. I began to lick at the fresh love bite, when I felt him do the same to my neck. I couldn’t help the loud moan that came from my mouth, “Ay, papi si!”

Stiles stiffened before me and looked into my lust crazed eyes. “’Papi’ means ‘daddy’ in Spanish, right,” he asked huskily. Smirking, I leaned into his ear and whispered, “Yes, daddy,” before biting lightly onto his earlobe. He growled and quickly lifted me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist like it was second nature. He turned us around and started walking up the stairs, while I continued kissing his neck, he stumbled a few times making me giggle.

Once inside his room, he softly threw me onto his bed and jumped on me making me squeal and laugh. He chuckled as well before softly kissing my lips and taking his hoodie (that I stole a while back) off. He gazed down at my bare chest, while I blushed under his lustful stare. “Oh, baby,” he whispered. I closed, my eyes and moaned when his hot mouth latched onto my right breast. My hands gripped his head as he softly bit my nipple making me gasp over and over again. Stiles moved his head to my left breast giving it the same attention.

“Stiles,” I moaned. He hummed in appreciation. With a burning need to feel his chest against my own, I gripped onto it and pulled it off. Once it was off, Stiles wasted no time before sucking at my breast again, feeling his hot skin against mine was indescribable, but everything I ever dreamed of. He then started kissing his way down my chest and stomach, until he reached my leggings. In a quick second he roughly pulled them down and took them off along with my underwear and shoes.

He was above me looking at my naked body before him. Suddenly, I felt shy under his gaze and I tried to cover myself with my hands. When Stiles saw my intentions he growled and held onto my arms above my head. “Don’t. Don’t you dare cover yourself before me. You’re so fucking beautiful. Even better than what I imagined.”

I looked up at him in confusion, “You’ve thought about this before?”

He gazed into my eyes as he replied, “Ever since I saw you on you first day of school. God, you have no idea how hard I got when you started to argue with me over Marvel.” I softly laughed at the last part.

“I love your laugh,” he whispered before kissing me on the lips. His lips made their way to my neck again, giving me even more hickeys. Suddenly I felt his calloused fingers on my pussy making me moan. “Baby, you’re so wet. Is this for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He pushed one finger in me, “Yes what?”

“Stiles,” I gasped.

“Uh uh,” he lightly bit on my earlobe making me jump. “Say it in Spanish baby,” he whispered as he pushed in another finger.

“Yes papi!” I moaned as his thumb circled my clit.

“That’s my good girl,” his words were a trigger to my already moist area making me even wetter if possible. I whined when he took his fingers out. Lazily with my hooded eyes I looked up at him longingly as he stuck one finger into his mouth and sucked, “Mmm, you taste delicious baby girl. Wanna taste?” I opened my mouth when he offered me his other finger. I sensually sucked on it while looking at him right in his beautiful amber eyes. On impulse, I grazed his finger with my teeth.

Before I knew it, his finger was out of my mouth, my arms were free from his grasp and his hot breath was fanning on my wet cunt. “Time to taste it from the source.” He slowly licked from the bottom all the way to my clit and then softly blew over it, my eyes rolled all the way to the back of my head. “Oh God, Yes!”

My moan must’ve spurred him on, because he started feasting on my pussy like it was his last meal on earth. With my arms finally free, I grasped his head and pushed it even further.

“Mmm, you like that baby? You like my tongue on your sweet little pussy?” The sight of him between my legs was the sexiest thing ever.

“Oh, fuck Stiles! Yes right there. Oh, god baby you eat my pussy so good.”

I finally lost control when he stuck his tongue deep inside me. My back lifted off the mattress and a silent scream left my lips. That didn’t stop him though, Stiles continued to lap up my juices and sucking on my clit. It was like his tongue was making love to my pussy and it felt, oh so good. My pussy was still super sensitive from my last orgasm, so when he looked me in the eyes, pushed his fingers into me and lightly bit on my clit, I screamed. I screamed louder than Lydia. Even then he continued his ruthless attack on my pussy and I had to literally pull his face up. His whole face was covered in my juices.

“Your taste is so addicting, I can eat you out all day and never get tired.” He went to lick me again, but I tugged on his hair.

“Stiles, I’m sensitive right now.” I pulled him to my face and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. Slowly I ran my fingers down his chest, smiling when I felt him shiver under my touch. Since he was wearing sweats it was easy to slip my hand into his boxers and grasp his hard dick. He groaned into my mouth.

Somehow, I managed to flip us over and I was straddling his waist. Looking down at him, I teasingly started to grind my hips into his dick making him moan and close his eyes and tightly hold my hips. Keeping up with my grinding, I leaned down and began to kiss every single one of his freckles. All the way from his face, to his neck, to his shoulders, down to his chest, until I reached the waistband of his sweats. I pulled them down and the only barrier left between us was his boxers.

Locking my eyes with his I grasped the waistband of his boxers with my teeth and slowly pulled down. His Adams apple bobbed up and down while he looked at me with lust. Finally, his dick was before my eyes and my mouth watered, it was perfect. Like in a trance I took it into my small hand and began to move it up and down motion. His groan encouraged me and my movements became faster. Stiles eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, until I licked his dick from the base all the way to the tip, like it was my personal lollipop and I couldn’t get enough of it. There was some precum on the tip; it looked to inviting I had to taste it. Licking it off the tip I said, “Mmmm, Stiles you taste so good.”

“Shit, (Y/N) you’re driving me crazy,” he moaned. While he was lost in his own pleasure I wrapped my lips around the head and slowly began to suck. “Fuck!” His hand automatically went to my hair and he pulled. I moaned loving the feel of him in my mouth. Looking up at Stiles I could see that he was panting heavily, “(Y/N), baby, oh god. I’m so close.” His words only encouraged me and I sucked even harder. Wanting to see him lose control before me, I lightly grazed my teeth against his dick and he lost it.

“Baby! Fuck!” His cum came in huge spurts into my mouth and I greedily swallowed it up. He tasted delicious. Swallowing his cum, I let go with a ‘pop’ and said the same thing he said to me, “You’re taste is addicting, Stilinski.”

Next thing I know I’m pinned underneath him and he’s devouring my mouth with his. His dick was already hard again and I felt it against my wet pussy like a burning hot iron, and I felt the tip go in. Stiles looked at me in the eyes and asked, “Are you sure? We don’t have to.” Smiling, I touched his cheek and nodded. He slowly began to push in, “Fuck, you’re so tight.” And then as I expected to happen, he stopped when he came across a barrier.


“Yes Stiles, I want you to be my first. Please, you’ve made this night so special and made me so happy and wanted. Take me. Make me yours.”

His eyes were shining with love as he kissed me passionately and took my small hands into his large ones. “This is going to hurt a bit. But, I’ll be gentle.”

And true to his word he continued to push into me gently, and made me his. I closed my eyes in pain, but Stiles whispered sweet nothings into my ear and peppered kisses along my neck, and I relaxed. He stayed still for a minute, giving me time to adjust, once the pain subsided I began to clench my walls around him. “I’m ready Stiles. Make love to me,” I whispered.

He smiles down at me and began to kiss me with so much passion, I almost came right there. At the same time he began to move slowly at first, not wanting to hurt me. His dick felt perfect inside of me, as cliché as it sounds it was like a perfect puzzle piece. But I wanted more. My body knew how to ask what it wanted and my hips began to meet each of his thrusts. “OH, Stiles. Baby harder,” I moaned.

“Anything for my princess.” He slid almost all the way out and slammed right back inside making me arch my back and groan aloud. “You like that baby? You like my dick inside you?” His dirty talk was so sexy all I could do was nod. “Tell me baby, what do you want?”

“Let me touch you,” I managed to say.

“Oh fuck, as you wish baby.” He let go of my hands and I immediately grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Fuck Stiles. Oh my god. Faster, papi, faster.”

“Shit, I love it when you call me that.” His thrusts became faster and faster. “You’re mine now. Understand? This pussy belongs to me. You’re all mine.” Possessive Stiles was hot as fuck, all I could do was dig my nails into his back. He groaned and hid his face into my neck; kissing, licking, biting.

His movements started to become sloppier and I was getting close to my climax, “Stiles, I’m gonna… fuck! I’m going to…”

“Come for me baby. Let go.”

His words were my undoing and I cried out his name. My walls clenched tightly around him and he groaned my name, when I felt him shooting his hot seed into me.

After a minute he looked into my eyes, removing my hair from my face. “You’re so beautiful. God, I’m lucky. I love you (Y/N). From the minute I laid eyes on you, I knew ‘love at first sight’ existed.”

I felt tears spring to my eyes as I looked up at my best friend and now the love of my life. “I love you too Stiles. So much. You made my wishes come true.” I brought his lips to mine and he began to slowly kiss back. “But I still have some more wishes I’d like to fulfill,” I huskily said while moving my hips a little, I felt Stiles harden inside of me.

“(Y/N), don’t start something you can’t finish. I’ll have you screaming my name all night,” Stiles said while holding my hips still.

Smirking, I moaned, “Stiles…papi,” and bit his lip.

He growled, “You asked for it baby.”

I laughed and moaned.

‘God, I love him.’

Covetous (Part Two)

Prompt: @ruth-hamilton-delrio requested “You can’t be jealous if we aren’t even dating! man up and ask me out if you’re going to act like that.” I wanna see your take on that, for Lin x reader” and I happily turned it into a slow burn, multiple part series fic.

Author’s Note: I know people have been asking and asking for a part two to this (I’m so happy so many people like this, my god!) and it’s taken me a bit to complete because I had a few ideas, but I had to fit them into the timeline. Also, my mom has been really sick the last week or so and needs my help a lot. So, when I’m not helping her or doing my schoolwork, I was at the barn. Left me very little time to write, so this IS short, but it’s worth it. 

If this angst hurts you, just wait for what else I have planned. -cue evil laugh- 

Words: 1,868

Warnings: Angst, mentions of hospital 

Also, for this, it’s modern and Lin has Hamilton and Moana done, but he’s obviously not married and doesn’t have his son for sakes of the fic.

Tags: @ruth-hamilton-delrio @manuelmirandamn @sempiternal-mooses 

Enjoy!! (don’t hesitate to tell me how you like it through asks, messages, comments, or reblogs!)

It was a week later and there’d been near radio silence from Lin. He’d texted you back initially, accepting your profuse apology, but there had been a shift in the dynamic between the two of you and it did not go unnoticed. You were on your way to your apartment after a long double shift doing several surgeries that came into the emergency room when the shrill ring of your phone bursted from your bag. As you searched for it to pick it up before it stopped ringing, you held your breath, wondering if it would be him.

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Last night I didn't sleep so, here what I was thinking about.

At their house in Cuba, one day, Will enters the kitchen and finds this on the table.

Will: Hannibal… Come on… Really?

Hannibal: I kept that safe. It was the best of the fifteen.

Will: You made me draw fifteen of them?

Hannibal: Yes, I was having fun. You thought you were drawing them perfectly and you showed them to me with that serious face like you were doing something stupid and useless. You have no idea how hard it was for me to not laugh in your face.

Will: …

Hannibal: I want to put it on the fridge. Right on the fridge with a little magnet that says   I was gutted for this. Greetings from Baltimore

Karamel Appreciation Week: Day 6.

Favourite cute or romantic or funny moment.. Well, I’m choosing a funny moment, which is probably one of the most iconic scenes in the series: drunk Karamel! You have no idea of how much that scene makes me laugh, seeing them all giggly made me smile so hard the first time I watched it, and still does. Plus, their high five was just ADORABLE, they looked like 2 children. 😂😂 I wonder how fun it was to shoot this scene for Chris and Melissa.. Bonus: honourable mention for the whole “Blob” scene which is cute, romantic and funny!❤❤

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anonymous asked:

Can you do the RFA reacting to MC accidentally farting in front of them for the first time pleaseeeeeeeeee? Also I love your writings and wonder if you're going to be doing fics on all RFA members or just Jumin?

LMAOOOOOOO THIS MADE ME LAUGH SOOOO HARD. It’s such an adorable request   \(^.^)/ Thank you!! and yes I have something in store for all the members of the RFA and Saeran too I was thinking of doing either Yoosung or Saeyoung next she shall see my lovelies \(T_T)/ Seriously though I had SO much fun writing this I hope you all enjoy it


  • Poor baby, he’s so embarrassed
  • He has NO IDEA how to act in this situation
  • It’s not a huge deal to him because it’s super natural and everyone does it
  • When he sees that you are super embarrassed because you’ve never farted in front of him before he feels GUILTY AF
  • MC I’M SO SORRY” “…yousung why are you sorry I was the one who ripped ass”
  • He hugs you super tight and peppers your face with kisses until you’re a giggling mess. He tells you that he loves you more than anything in the world and that you shouldn’t feel embarrassed of something that everyone does
  • Secretly happy because he has the green light to fart in front of you too now


  • Here you are a blushing mess, silently cursing yourself for being all gross and farty
  • She literally just looks at you and goes back to her work
  • When you talk to her about it, she’s like????
  • “uh I fart too you know, and literally every single person on this planet?”
  • “So you don’t think I’m gross?”
  • She giggles and kisses your cheek, “you are too cute MC, the furthest thing from gross.”
  • Now you guys fart in front of each other all the time


  • I feel like he would be unfazed too
  • Like its totally normal
  • He notices tho that MC is sitting face down on the couch IMMEDIATELY rushes over
  • “Princess???????” “Are you okay?????”
  • You’re a teary blushing mess. “Are you gonna break up with me because I am so gross and farted in front of you”
  • He literally is laughing so hard right now
  • “What on earth are you saying MC, why would I break up with you because you farted, silly goose”
  • You pout and say, “I bet your hot costars don’t every fart”
  • He looks at you, “Babe, rehearsals are literally fart central” his face completely deadpanned. “That’s why it didn’t even occur to me that you did it. PLUS IT’S NATURAL”
  • He pulls you into his lap and kisses you cheek and trails kisses down your neck, “Don’t be nervous, I am happy you feel comfortable around me”
  • He flashes you a devilish grin, “Plus you’re so cute when you’re flustered and embarrassed”


  • Of course he’s not juvenile enough to mind something so common, but when he sees you red and embarrasses he shuts down?
  • So what does he do, whips out his handy dandy smartphone and quickly googles it and skims articles which say to make you feel comfortable
  • He turns to you arms wide, deeply inhaling,”Why MC that was a lovely smelling one, great job.” THIS MOTHERFUCKER
  • If you were a little embarrassed before, you are completely and utterly mortified right not, “WHAT THE FUCK JUMIN” 
  • You run into the bedroom and bury yourself in pillows “Not only did I fart in front of my boyfriend, BUT HE INHALED SAID FART AND CRITIQUED IT”
  • He’s hella confused now and texts his homeboi Driver Kim, explaining the situation. Driver Kim texts him back “I am sorry Jumin, this is my fault, I have failed you for not teaching you properly”
  • Cue Driver Kim, holding his head in his hands, silently sending prayers to MC and to God that MC doesn’t murder Cat Daddy.
  • He walks into the room, and sits on the edge of the bed, stiff but rubbing MC’s back. He feels really guilty and rambles and apology about how he doesn’t know how to emotion and that he loves her so much and every part of her-
  • MC feels guilty because he looks so sad and adorable. She hugs him and kisses his cheeks saying that she may have overreacted. 
  • “Jaehee, I am sorry I cannot come to work today- there is an urgent matter I must attend to at home”
  • They cuddle for hours YES CUDDLE YOU KINKY PERVS
  • He showers her in kisses, feeling at ease when she giggles
  • “MC I love you, seriously more than anything in the world.”
  • “I love you too Juju…………………but no more smelling my farts okay”
  • buuuuuuut whyyyy, ugh ok I guess


  • will
  • make
  • SO
  • much 
  • fun 
  • of 
  • you
  • Welcome to Hell
  • When he sees you’re getting all embarrassed
  • “Babe” 
  • “Hmm?”
  • “You think your fart was bad”
  • “WHAT”
  • “You’ve already dealt with my Silent but deadlies here and there, but get ready for my Loud and Prouds”
  • Seven what are yo-”
  • He then lets out the most VILE fart known to man kind. Like the smell is so putrid that you can feel your eyes water.
  • He’s literally dying of laughter right now and you’re dying of lack of clean air
  • LIKE??? 
  • He comes over and pouts, “Do you still love me MC” “IDK PROBABLY NOT”
  • “Well I will always love you, so you can fart in front of me all the time, be as gross as you want because no one can outgross the defender of justice 707″
  • Then you guys have a hot make out session

Yaaaaay I hope you guys liked it!!! Please reblog and show this post and me some loooooooveeeeeeeee. Shoot me a message if you wanna talk or send me a request :D Seriously I am still laughing at this entire prompt 


i see no difference
(u can post this if u want!! i kno u like permission to post before u do it)

You have no idea how hard this made me laugh

like father, like son

Little Travis Clifford was a hyperactive monster. He loved to run and scream, to push things over and get dirty, but most of all he loved to act just like his dad. One day you came home after a grocery run to find your little tyke in his bedroom, coloring his hair firetruck red with one of his washable markers, shouting excitedly, “Look, mumma! I’m just like daddy!” 

Michael loved Travis with all his heart. He found the bath stained with red later that night, and asked you about it after you put your son down for bed. “He wanted to be like me?” Michael repeated, tears springing to his eyes after you told him the story. He swiped at his eyes with a watery chuckle. “Fuck, we’re in trouble, aren’t we?” 

Travis made it his mission to be just like his daddy, begging for his own little guitar for his birthday, using a sharpie to doodle his own little tattoos on his bare skin (the two of you constantly argued about this, and finally you came to an agreement for him to use washable markers) and even getting interested in the music his father listened to and played. Michael always had the happiest grin on his face when Travis showed interest in Michael’s interests, so you and your little boy devised a little plan for his daddy’s birthday. 

When November finally rolled around, Travis was old enough to begin learning how to play real songs on his guitar. For the past couple of months, you helped him learn the chords and words to his favorite song of his father’s- which happened to be Jet Black Heart. For Michael’s birthday, Travis was going to preform it for him. 

He was too shy to play it in front of the crowd that showed up for Michael’s party, so you gathered your little family in your living room that night, before helping your son set up his things. “Travis has a surprise for you,” You told Michael, sitting on the couch next to him, your son sat across from you with his guitar on his lap. 

Michael’s body went tense when your baby boy’s soft voice began singing the words he had sung, written, years back. He looked over at you, eyes wide in disbelief. You nodded at your husband, smiling as tears came to both of your eyes. Your son continued playing, focused on the chords written in front of him and his hand placement to notice how choked up his parents were becoming. “Oh my god,” Michael whispered when Travis started up the chorus. His hand found yours and gripped it tightly as tears continued to fall down his cheeks. “I can’t- did you do this?” 

“This was his idea,” You replied quietly, not wanting to interrupt your little performer in front of you. “Aw, baby,” You cried softly, letting out a laugh as Michael’s free hand covered his mouth like he was going to cry to hard. You let him pull you into a kiss, a hard, passionate one before he pulled away to watch his son again. 

By the time Travis finished the song, Michael had mostly begun to control his emotions. When his baby looked up, a look of concern crossed his face. “What’s wrong, daddy? Wasn’t this your favorite song?” 

“It was, buddy,” Michael smiled, beckoning his son over. “I can’t believe you learned it, Travis, you have no idea how happy that made me. That’s the best birthday present I ever got.” 

“Better than the guitar Uncle Calum got you?” Travis questioned, climbing up onto his dad’s lap. Michael laughed, before burying his face into his son’s hair. 

“Yeah, better than that,” He assured. You leaned your head on your husband’s shoulder, your hand petting the back of your son’s head as he hugged his dad. You couldn’t be more lucky, and Michael had all he wanted for his birthday. 

A very long blurb for @malumshighlight and @wivesosluke ‘s domestic blurb night! 

Imagine Bucky Barnes coming home from a 2 month mission and discovering that you are 12 weeks pregnant.

Originally posted by aviationgifs

He was very excited to see you. It had been two months since he last saw you and held you. When the jet landed, he was one of firsts to jump off. When he saw you, he immediatly ran towards you and pulled you towards him.

How much he had missed you.

“You’re not gonna be able to walk for a time.” Bucky said while he kissed you. “I’m very sorry you had to spend the holidays alone.”

“Bucky—” You started, “I—”

“Is it me or are your boobs bigger?” He asked rhetorically. You were wearing a black peasant shirt with black pants. You had been working really hard to hide your belly. Only a few people knew about it and you did not wanted anyone else to know it before Bucky. “I just been away too long!” He laughed as he pulled you into a kiss, his hands wandering down to your ass. He had not changed in all that time, well … he had and it had only made him more eager. “You have no idea how much I have missed you.” Bucky said as he pulled you up to a kiss. 

“We need to talk.” You said.

“What’s wrong?” He asked shaking his head with a small laugh.

“Get in the car.” You said, “I need to tell you something.”

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

You weren’t reacting how he had expected. He expected you to be head over heels and maybe to throw him to the ground and kiss him. But instead he saw you very guarded and serious. And because of this, he was nervous

“Did someone die?” He asked pushing you away.

“No.” You said. “It is not that. Can you get in the car?”

“Did you cheat on me?” He asked, knowing that he shouldn’t have asked that.

“Are you serious?” You asked. “You ask me if I cheated on you? Ever since the doctor told me, all I have been doing this past six weeks was finding a way to contact you or any member of the team for you to get you ass here.” 

He could see that you were angry. But then he registered it. “Doctor?” He asked, “Are you sick?”

You shook your head.

“Can we speak at home?” You asked. “I don’t—”

“Y/N!” He grunted, “Are you sick?” He asked, “You seem a little different.” He said cupping your head, “You have a low fever. You seem warmer—”

“Bucky I’m pregnant!” You sighed, “I’ve been dying to let you know, and Tony couldn’t find you guys. You all went really off the grid and I— this was driving me insane.”

“Wait what?” He asked, “Did you just say that you’re pregnant?”

“Yes!” You nodded.

“As in like, my spawn?”

“Spawn?” You asked, “I am carrying your child and you call it a spawn?”

“Oh lord!” He gasped, “You’re pregnant!” A smiled appeared on his face while his eyes lighted up.

“Y/N you’re pregnant!” He cried while his hands went to your belly.

lukehemmo134  asked:

Kenzie, you have no idea how much I love you. You are my everything, and you are everything I've ever wanted. The way you smile, talk and laugh makes me want to be with you everyday of my life, and I can't stand not being able to. Even though I know you want me to stay, you understand that I love my job and I love being able to get on set, playing wonderful characters. I thank and love you for that so much, Princess. I hope I get to see you soon - Love Dylan❤

This made me smile so hard no joke!

anonymous asked:

I love sassy Louis! "No Niall of course I've never learned about roundabouts in Malaysia". God I love him, he was so pissed :)

I know right??! Louis was the most wonderfully sarcastic, annyoyed and discouraged person ever and who could blame him?? 1D day was a mess from start to finish and he really HATED it, I mean look at him haha 

This is the face of someone saying ‘I mean come ooon, really??’ 

He went with their ideas but made sure to be vocal about how ridiuculous and meaningless the challenges were and I laughed so hard  

This is a classic of course, he was NOT having it.. 

That face though hahaha 

And when the technicians and producers finally got it right…

He really tried though and he was just brilliant, just really fed up with the whole thing you know and now I need to go watch my favorite parts again hehe..  

The One Who Didn't Care

Request: Pairing for @obsessedwithmisha

Reader Description: 5'5", curly blonde hair, with feckles and blue eyes, loves to read, play, and listen to music, is a major people’s person and is easily excitable. (Side note: Babe ! Do you know how awesome you are solely for the fact that you have freckles ?? I adore freckles like there’s no tomorrow 😂😂)

Character pairing: Castiel x Reader(reader based off of @obsessedwithmisha ’s description)

Warnings: fluffity fluff fluff mcfluffersten

Word Count:1143

A/n: I actually just wanted a sweet one shot, no angst. Which is hard cause im sorta a little deppresive shit. 😂 But I really hope y'all like it ! Please please i begs for the feedback.

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• • • • •

“Crap, crap, crap.”

You were running absolutely late to work. About 2 hours late. “Boss is gonna kill me.” You murmured under your breath. You were speeding in your car until finally, you got to work. You looked at yourself in the rearview mirror seeing your abnormally curly hair sticking in every known direction. You were a therapist at an outpatient clinic. You helped kids who suffered with mental sicknesses and you helped them believe in themselves again. You loved your job so much.

You are what they call a “people’s person”, a social butterfly, and an extrovert. You knew you could talk to anyone of any age, connect, interact, it was one of the things you just loved to do. You loved to talk to people and get to know them. But not just know them, you wanted to learn their history, their culture, what’s tradition in their family, you didn’t just want to know what their favorite color was. It always excited you so much to hear a new story about their adventures, whom ever it may be. You know you were good at being yourself so you put it to good use. After studying in college and getting a degree, you became a therapist. You wanted to use your curiosity for good use and your patients loved you for it. They knew you cared, that when you asked if they were ok, it was genuine. You felt like this was the perfect job for you.

Unfortunately, your mom had asked for a few errands and you didn’t realize they’d take so long to be completed. You were never late so you hoped it was excused. You ran and everyone seemed happy that you even came. After talking to a few patients for 3 hours, being scolded but forgiven, and then 7 hours later, finishing your last patient, you packed up, ready to go home. You walked outside to your car when you noticed someone. You placed your stuff in the car before you looked at the man again. He seemed to be staring off into space. He was just standing there, doing absolutely nothing. You thought maybe one of the patients somehow, got out. You approached him softly and carefully, not wanting to trigger an attack from this strange man.

The closer you got to him, the more gorgeous you saw he was. He was wearing a long brown trenchcoat and what seemed to be a suit underneath. And then his blue eyes moved and locked onto you.

“Hello there.” You breathed deeply, trying so very hard to hide the nervousness in your body. You had never dealt with loose patients so you didn’t really know what to do. “Im (Y/n). Are you lost?” The man kept staring at you, squinting, as if you asked him in chinese. “Do you need help getting back inside, sweety?”

“Where exactly?”

“The hospital.”

“Why would I need to go to a hospital? I am fine, and my grace can heal me.” Grace? What was he talking about? His mom? His wife? His daughter? His sister?

“What’s your name?”


“Well, Castiel, I think we should get you home. So if you don’t live in the hospital, where do you live?”

“I come from heaven, but I do not own a home at the moment.” You didnt mean for a small giggle to come out but it did.


“Yes, I’m an angel of the lord.” Your eyes went wide at his comment. You wanted to believe him but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. So knowing yourself, you said the stupid two words: “Prove it.”

Of course, Castiel got close to you and grabbed you and somehow, you were in Europe. You were amazed at the fact that you just practically teleported. “Woah.”

“Yes, it is woah.”

“If you’re an angel then, where are your wings?”

“They’re here. Do not worry.”

“Can I, c-can I touch them?” At this point, you were jumping up and down like a three year old on Christmas day. He blushed at your sudden request. Castiel then grabbed you and took you back to where you had met. And to say that the words were knocked out off you, was an understatement. You saw his wings slowly extend under the one light shinning in the dark parking lot. You approached him delicately. You touched the feathers so lightly, so softly. It felt like heaven to you. The way his wings felt under your touch. The more you admired Castiel’s wings, the more he would blush and turn red. You practically touched and grazed every feather on each wing. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

“Cas, they’re beautiful.”

“Is that a flirtation ?” You laughed a little.

“No, it’s just, your wings are so very beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

You sat there in silence for a little bit. The best part was that it wasn’t awkward, it just felt like you fit together. You turned to look at Castiel and his piercing blue eyes looked back at you.

“Cas, can I ask ya something ?”


“Why did you let me touch your wings ? And I’m not asking in a bad way, I just want to know. It’s a big trust given out to just look at them, let alone touch. ”

“To be quite honest, I have no idea how I got here. I just felt very attracted to here. And once you got near, it got stronger. I’m attracted to you but I cannot process why.”

You stayed quiet for a while, soaking in his response. Then a humongous grin appeared on your face.

“Well I don’t care if your attracted to me or not, I made a new friend today and your awesome ! ” At this point, Castiel was having a super hard time trying to keep his laughing inside. He then got very serious and was staring at your face so intensily. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“Yes, a lot of red dots.” You started giggling.

“They’re called freckles.” You had to tippy toe up to show him. You weren’t exactly tall to say, but you werent short either. You say it was normal height.

“Dean has those on his face too.”


“He’s, uh, a friend.”

“Oh, well, tell him you have a new friend, one with freckles too.” You started to walk back to your car.

“Are you leaving?”

“I kinda have to Cas, I’m sorry. I work.”

“It is ok. ” You turned around, grabbed a pen from your pocket, and grabbed his palm. You scribbled your name and phone number.

“If you ever need a friend.” You smiled and walked back to your car, leaving the gorgeous blue eyed angel back. However, Cas knew he didn’t just want to be friends with you, he wanted more.

Exo Reactions To Giving Their Kids “The Talk”

omg, love this. Hope you like it xo

/I do not own any gifs unless stated otherwise/


Baekhyun: *keeps making obscene hand gestures & laughing at himself* 

Chanyeol: *hides* “I can’t do it! I can’t take away their innocence!”

Chen: “Sometimes mommy likes to-” 

You: Jongdae! WHAT THE FUCK?”

Chen: “What?! You said tell them everything…”

D.O.: “Why can’t you do it?!”

You: “Because. I gave birth to them.”

D.O.: “But I helped make them…”

Kai: *starts laughing every time he says even a single word*

Kris: *suddenly has work to do*

Lay: *prepared a special dance for the occasion*

Luhan: “You should see your faces!”

Sehun: “Listen up, you little shits. I’m going to tell you all about how I so masterfully created you.”

Suho: “I still have no idea how any of this works.”

Tao: “So, now I’m going to have Kris help me demonstrate what you do if you like other men.”

You: “Tao… we have all girls.”

Tao: “They should still know how it works.”

Xiumin: “Watch my hip movements carefully, okay? That’s a very important part.” 

If you have a request for a reaction, feel free to let me know. xo

The Elf on the Shelf

Avengemas One-Shot

“Tony, do we really have to keep it on the shelf? It keeps staring at me.”

The billionaire turned around, grinning at your face of disdain. It wasn’t even Christmas yet, and Tony had insisted on getting up the decorations up early, for the ‘festive spirit’. Unfortunately, that included putting up that creepy little bastard Tony called an elf on the fireplace mantel. It had long spindly legs and a horrible smiling face. The genius had dubbed the elfish toy ‘Frisbee’, which was extremely appropriate as you wanted nothing more than to fling the goddamn hobgoblin across the living room. But Tony, after discovering your deep hatred for the elf, had decided to keep Frisbee on top of the fireplace, just to piss you off.

“Of course we have to keep it on the shelf,” Tony said, glancing over at the smiling elf. “And ‘it’ has a name, you know. You don’t want to hurt Frisbee’s feelings, now do you?”

You had to resist the urge to whack the billionaire upside the head. You did live in his tower, after all. “I didn’t think the devil’s spawn had feelings, Tony. It almost made Thor cry yesterday! Do you have any idea how hard it is to comfort a Norse god?”

“Oh, yeah, that was hilarious,” Tony laughed, remembering how scared the thunder god had been when he had been greeted by the face of Frisbee. “He actually believed me when I said that Frisbee knew about all of his ‘bad deeds’. He just crumpled to the floor and started sobbing about how he was sorry for breaking the toaster.

“Yeah, it was really hilarious,” you said dryly. You had had to assure a blubbering Thor for two  hours that Frisbee did not know every bad deed the god had done, all while feeding him poptart after poptart yesterday. “Thanks a lot, Satan.”

Tony ruffled your hair, grinning. “Aw, don’t be such a downer. Peter, you love Frisbee, right?”

You boyfriend, who had been watching your entire conversation with Tony from the couch, shook his head. “Its looks like it belongs in a horror movie. I don’t know why anybody made it into a Christmas decoration.”

“Thank you!” you said, giving your boyfriend a thumbs up. “And, Tony, please get rid of Frisbee, or I’m going to try to throw it into the fire again.” You walked over to sit down on the couch next to Peter, who, unsurprisingly, was watching Star Wars.

Tony rolled his eyes, sauntering out of the room, grumbling incoherently.


You stirred around the cocoa powder in your mug, tipping in the hot water you had just boiled. You had gone to sleep quite late last night, as Peter had insisted that the two of you rewatch the entire Star Wars series again. To be honest, you hadn’t really been paying attention to the TV, not that you were ever going to tell your boyfriend that.

You picked up your cup of hot chocolate, walking into the living room to join Steve, Tony and Peter at the breakfast counter. But when you looked over at the mantelpiece to glare at Frisbee, you nearly dropped your mug.

The damned elf had disappeared.

“Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope,” you mumbled, speed-walking towards the door, Peter hot on your heels. “I can’t deal with this haunted elf shit today.”

The super soldier watched as you and Peter sprinted out of the room and towards the elevator, probably heading over to hide at Sam’s place for a few hours. He picked up his coffee, glancing at the billionaire in front of him.

“Are you ever going to tell them?” Steve asked, looking over his newspaper.

“Probably not,” Tony said, tucking Frisbee safely away into his pocket.

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Okay.. Another Sherlocked posting. But my head is full of feelings and happiness and I need to share this. 

Last sunday was this really special day. I met Benedict. Okay. Well. I have met him before. Last year in London after Hamlet. But that day, he looked at me, he talked to me, he touched my shoulder. (You have no idea how hard my heart was pounding)

The first words were: “Oh, hey Sherly!” And I tried not to laugh, because it was so funny that he gave me this nickname. Then we made the picture together and after that, he said something like “Great costume” and “Thank you!”
God, I was.. no… I AM so happy!

I will never forget this. The announcement about his coming to Sherlocked came on my birthday, just a few minutes after midnight and it was the best gift ever. Thank you, dear Sherlocked Team. Thank you, Benedict. The weekend was special. 

Cute Q&A

‘What’s up my lovelies?’ I smile towards the camera. 

‘Today I am joined with…. THATCHERJOE!’ Joe then pops up from his hiding position and beams widely at the camera.

‘HELLO!’ he shouts right next to my ear causing me to screw my face up at the camera and say,

‘You’re so loud man, jeez!’ I turn to find him with an upset face and his arms crossed, sulking like a baby.

I smirk slightly, ‘ aww is wittle joe sad?’ I say whilst pinching his cheeks and winking to the camera.

Joe shoves my hands away and laughs.

‘Shut up!’ We both laugh at each other.

‘Right back onto the subject, Joe and myself are going to be filming a wonderful Q&A!’

Joe then speaks up,

‘We asked on Twitter, Facebook and Snapchat, for you guys to send us some questions which we will of course, answer’.

‘We had a lot of amazing questions but we’ve managed to narrow it down to what we think are the best 7 questions’.

‘So, LET’S GET STARTED!’ I say throwing my hands in the air, accidentally scarring the life out of Joe.

‘Y/N 1, Joe 0′, I smirk.

‘Not for long…’ He replies.

‘Anyways let’s get onto the questions’ I say, looking at my phone. ‘Right question number 1, what’s the cheesiest pick-up line you have ever said? Joe you go first’.

‘Okay, it would probably have to be… Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Because you have a sweet ass’ He winks to the camera.

‘Yeah, that was the time you used it on me, wasn’t it?’

‘Yes it was’ he smirks back, proudly.

‘And the rest is history’ I wink at the camera.

‘Right, next question! Who can do the best photo shoot pose? EASY!’ Joe says, shouting the last part.

‘On the count of three we will pull our best pose and you guys leave a comment who you thought was the best. 3…2…1…’ 

I pull my best photo shoot pose for a a few seconds. I look round at Joe thinking we had both stopped to see him pouting as hard as he can with one had on his head and the other on his hip. He was basically doing the most stupidest pose I have ever seen in my whole life! I suddenly burst out laughing and fall back on the bed, which causes Joe to stop and look at me, still in his pose. 

‘What’d ya think babe? Am I sexy?’

‘HAHAHAHAH.. J-Joe stop… it HAHAHAHA’ I stutter, tears rolling down my face. He bursts out laughing as well, looking at me in the process. 

I start to calm down (which takes me about 10-15 minutes if I may add) and we continue the video. 

‘Well that’s it for today guys…’

‘Wait a minute’ Joe interrupts me. 

‘ I have one more question’. I look at him, confused as to what he’s talking about, but I let him carry on.

He looks at the camera and says ‘The question is, do you guys believe in soul mates?’ He then turns to me, looking deep into my eyes. 

‘I do. My soulmate is right here and I am so glad I met you Y/N. I love you very much and I never wanna lose you. You’re beautiful, funny, cute, clumsy but in a cute way, your smile brightens up a whole room. I hear guys saying they wish they could go on a date with you and it makes me jealous but at the same time, it makes me really smug and happy that I can call you mine.’

By this time, I have tears of happiness running down my face and the butterflies are going crazy in my stomach. I think Joe’s forgotten about the camera still recording, but in this moment, I don’t care either. He looks at me waiting for an answer.

I lean forward and kiss him passionately, hoping this shows him how amazing he’s just made me feel. I feel him smirk into the kiss. After some time we pull apart for some air. 

‘Thank you for that. You have no idea how much that meant to me. No one has ever told me that before. I love you.’

‘I love you too gorgeous’ He gives me a light peck on the lips.

‘I’m guessing I should edit that out?’ I laugh whilst gazing at him.

‘No, leave it in love’ He replies, smirking once again, causing me to blush hard and smile.

Finally I’ve updated:L!!! Sorry for the wait, but here it is! I hope you guys like it! I am starting my next one right now and should hopefully post that one later on today as well!

Thanks Guys!xx

Someone Worthy pt 3

Summary: The morning after, Cassian and Nesta have a very important conversation.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,480

Author’s Note: Re-reading the series, this quote made me laugh so hard., and the idea was born from that. It’s the reveal fic I didn’t know I needed to write.

Read: Part 1, Part 2, or all on FF or Ao3

“Believe me,” I said to her, “the day you want to marry someone worthy, I’ll march up to his house and hand you over.”

Despite the late night, Cassian is up before the sun rises. It’s a routine that’s so deeply ingrained in him from centuries in Illyrian war camps that regardless of how much he wants to sleep in, he can’t. So he greets the dawn as it breaks over the horizon atop the House of Wind as he does most mornings, by training. The first rays of light creep over the rooftop as he moves through the stances and forms, honing his muscles through the meditative movements. It’s something Rhys’ mom taught him and the other boys when they were younger, to help them focus and hone the magic that flows through their veins. How she knew it, he doesn’t know, and he supposes that’s one secret she took to her grave. Even now though, he finds the practice, the fluid flow from one stance to another in the predawn silence, soothing.

He’s surprised that Az hasn’t joined him. Even on nights when he’s out late with Mor, he still manages to beat Cassian to the training ring. Though Cassian suspects that the Shadowsinger’s shadows have warned him to give the House of Wind a wide berth today, or maybe just a meddlesome High Lord. 

He’s just wrapping up one set of forms— eyes closed, wings outstretched basking in the morning light, drinking in the feel of the stretching and shifting of his muscles— when all at once the temperature shifts, going somehow scorching hot and frigid at the same time and he knows, knows, she’s there. He’s known the moment she woke thanks to that bond. He doesn’t know how long it’s been there, just that the bond, the thin glimmering thing, is there and even in a city the size of Velaris, he will always be able to pick up where she is.

“There’s breakfast on the table if you’re hungry,” he says, before she can speak.

He finishes up, listening to the scrape of the chair as she sits down and pours herself a cup of tea. He goes through the motions, and if he’s taking extra care to flex and preen, well Cassian can’t help it if the lighting up here is especially good. Training complete, he scrubs his face, and chest with the shirt he discarded an hour ago. The workout isn’t as vigorous as some, but he’s still managed to work up a sweat.

He pulls back his own chair and throws himself down unceremoniously. He grabs a roll, still warm though it’s been hours since it was pulled from the oven. It’s not that big of a deal, he tells himself, using that small bit of magic to keep the food warm for her, for him. It helps to bleed off some of the strain that comes from going too long without using it anyway. That Nesta is benefiting from it is just an added perk. Not that buttering her up, plying her with food and tea to help alleviate the pain from last night’s bender, will keep her from tearing him to pieces. 

Cassian wants to ask her if she slept well, but the lingering shadows in her eyes tells him not to ask. Instead, the two sit in silence until they’ve eaten their fill. Cassian stares at her unabashedly, eyes drinking her in as though it’s the last time he’ll ever see her, because for all he knows, this will be the day that breaks him. Not the day Az discovered news about his mother’s death, or almost lost his wings. Today, he might lose her, that small piece of him he didn’t know was missing until he sauntered into that manor, so long ago.

Nuala and Cerridwen must have dropped off clothes for her sometime in the night, because Nesta’s party dress has been replaced by far more practical pants and a shirt the color of the Sidra at sunset. The color suits her, he thinks. Suits the girl who he can’t keep his mind off of. 

There’s a quiet storm in her eyes, raging at him when he finally meets her eyes. A fathomless sea of questions demanding answers, and Cassian knows it’s time.

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First Wander Over Yonder Experience

What first caught my attention with Wander Over Yonder wasn’t actually an episode, but a video. That’s right;

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Lord Dominator’s “I’m the Bad Guy” video went viral and was the first Wander Over Yonder clip I ever saw. After watching this, I then searched Wander Over Yonder on Tumblr and saw so much wonderful fanart of the characters. Then I saw screenshots of Wander and Hater interacting and I just couldn’t believe that this show was so blatantly gay. 

After seeing that video and so much awesome fanart/screenshots, I then decided to start watching the show. Like all shows, I started with the beginning.

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The Greatest

I fell in love and I fell in love hard. This skeleton man that’s trying so hard to be a big, scary conquer and then prances away when he loses to some fuzzy spoon that’s apparently good at everything he sucks at (which is everything). My first impression was that this was a decent kid’s cartoon that was short and easy to watch. 

I loved the pacing of the episode. Things moved quickly and kept my interest. I really liked Hater and Wander right away. Sylvia and Peepers hadn’t caught my attention yet considering that they had barely any interactions in this episode. 

The animation was fun and I liked the way they introduced the title sequence. Wander felt like he was just having a lot of fun with Hater right away so I was able to have some fun with this cartoon too. I already was interested in Wander and Hater due to the screenshots I had seen before so of course I was going to continue watching for all that fanservice yet to come. 

After the next two episodes, “The Egg” and “The Picnic” I was already hooked. 

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“The Egg” made me fall in love with Sylvia as well. How could I resist a tough girl like her that will do the right thing but bitch about it the whole time? She’s basically me. Besides that, I loved Wander being so supportive of her and her strength. Also, Wander’s song hooked me in for the wonderful music of this show. I liked the different creatures too. They made me interested to see what other aliens would look like and how they would act.

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Then “The Picnic” sealed the deal. Hater being so frustrated by Wander’s actions as Wander just went around and did his own thing during this giant battle. It was hilarious. I just remember thinking that a cartoon hadn’t made me laugh that hard in years. The different weapons and battle plans showed me how many ideas the creators of the show had in store. I was very excited to see more.

If you have yet to watch this show, please give it a try! You can buy any episode from iTunes and give it a go!

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If you’re a new fan or old fan of the show, we need to stick together to get this show the third season it deserves!