#Lolly cuddle him too strong

[lollytea]

Hello miss lolly! I've got a little huntlow headcanon I was hoping you might be able to help me flesh out. I don't think Hunter thinks of Willow as "cute"... at first. I think when he starts crushing on her, it's because of a lot of things: she's beautiful, she's strong, she's confident, she's kind, she's strong, did i mention she's strong? etc etc. "Cute", to him, is what flapjack and the other palismen are, what pretty pastel colors are, maybe the outfits that Willow wears, but not her herself. But! Willow IS cute! All her friends know it, even SHE knows it! So at some point, probably during their time in the human realm, Hunter absolutely HAS to see her doing something cute or dorky that makes him realize "oh, she's adorable." My question for you is: what is she doing that makes him realize that? P.S. If it wasn't completely obvious, I am a HUGE fan of you and your writing -- I love your fics and how you write huntlow! you're awesome!

Hi!! That's so lovely, thank you so much <33

I think one of the most adorkable things Willow canonically does is how she talks to plants. Like when she calls a flower "little friend" in her debut episode, or when she tearfully says goodbye to a tree in Escaping Expulsion. And of course, that scene in ftf where she gushes over grass and then gets all giggly when the illusion sprites cuddle her. Hunter was shown to go very soft for her during that part.

It's established that Willow tended to Camila's garden during their time in the Human Realm, with Hunter's assistance. I could see her fawning over each individual plant.

She gasps dramatically about how brightly the sunflowers shine and then drops to her knees, all like "Your majesty! Am I even worthy to be in your presence?" After that she whispers to Hunter that sunflowers are extremely vain and enjoy flattery, making him smirk.

She gets very silly around the plants. She likes to entertain them, so she puts on ridiculous voices when she speaks. She tells dumb cheesy jokes to the shrubs which only makes herself giggle madly until she has tears in her eyes.

Judging from that one scene in TTT, Willow has been growing dangerous bitey boiling isles plants during her time in the Human Realm. The ones with the teeth and a hunger for flesh. My headcanon is that Willow is very Steve Irwin-like when it comes to the monstrous plants. She finds them adorable. Absolute beauties. She coos over them like they're fluffy kittens.

Imagine her sitting in the garden with one of her most beloved monstrosities, tickling its petals and going "Who's the sweetest cutest prettiest plant in the world?? Is it you?? Is it youuuu~? As she cups its head in her hands and nuzzles it against her face. And because it adores her, it happily nuzzles back.

When Hunter sees her acting like a ridiculous little dork around her plants, the cuteness aggression makes him ACHE. She's too much.

[ask-the-black-king-lolly]

Sry Mr hildon, but you are too cute ! I could cuddle you the whooooole day! X3 ( Sry @askhildon XD)

[fyeahmeninroyalnavy]

#horatio hornblower/archie kennedy modern AU

Rain and Puffy Shirts

Dedicated to and prompted by my dear friend @professorlehnsherr-almashy

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Archibald Theo Kennedy, but my friends and family all call me Archie. I'm 27, a Critical Care flight paramedic for the NHS, and significant other to Horatio Edward Hornblower, also 27. He's an artist, and a very good one I might add. Everyone loves his paintings of tall ships and anything to do with the Napoleanic War.

He does allright for himself, well enough that he works from home. He can also sing and play the guitar, which he does for fun. And also to impress me.

We've been sharing a flat for the past three months but we've known one another for about a year. Most of that year we spent just as friends …

No doubt friends in serious denial.

I'm going to be sharing snippets of our life together, but don't worry, you'll be hearing from Horatio too, even though he’s extremely shy.

And now on to our story.

On a chilly Spring evening in London, Horatio and I attended a costume party given by a close friend, William Bush, or Liam as we call him. His home is just around the bend from our flat which is a good thing as we never drink/drive. Horatio looked incredibly gorgeous in his 18th century Royal Navy uniform. I wore one as well and our costumes were the center of attention that evening.

When Horatio had had enough of the party "he can only bear so much of them" we began our walk home. Rather I walked while he staggered. "I should have kept a closer eye on my boyfriend's alcohol consumption that evening but I was having too much fun playing with Liam's new dog Styles. As a result of my distraction Horatio had more to drink than he could handle, which isn't much at all.

"Come on Ratio, watch your step now."

"Horatio knitted his brows looking puzzled. "I am washing it, Arshie. Ekzacly why am I supposed to wash it?”

"So you don't fall, of course." The last time that happened I ended up playing Paramedic while off duty. You were quite the pathetic mess, as I recall." He smiled ruefully.

Horatio appeared puzzled for a moment before answering. "Ah yes, I merember now.

That really hurt! My nose looked awful and I was humilitated, all covered in blood and dirt. Ima bloody klutz!”

Archie snorted. "And you had only had a pint that evening too."

"Like I shaid, Ima bloody klutz!"

"You're my bloody klutz though." He squeezed his mate's shoulder fondly.

"Arshie, he responded, pulling his mate close and nuzzling his nose into a warm neck. Am I? Truly?"

"You know you are my darling, and while I don't mind if you're a bit unsteady I do mind if you get hurt." he answered.

"M'not going to. You won't let me."

As soon as he spoke Horatio tripped and nearly fell flat onto the pavement.

"Whoa, careful there! I can't have that sweet face spoiled by the footpath! He steadied him in strong arms. Since you definitely went over your limit tonight, I doubt you’ll be very happy come morning, my poor lamb.”

"But I'm reeeally happy rish now, my Arshie Bear, he slurred, an arm draped affectionately over his boyfriend’s shoulder. C'mere, you lil' snugglebunny, and give me a kish!”

He complied readily, never able to resist kissing those soft full lips. Even when completely sloshed, his Horatio's kisses were always like heaven. And Archie loved when Horatio was so open and unguarded, a very different man than most people knew him to be. He was a cheerful, snuggly and affectionate drunk.

He kissed the soft sweet mouth slowly and tenderly, making both of them hum with pleasure. When at last they parted he was rewarded with a happy, goofy smile that warmed his soul.

"I do love you sho very much my dearest,"he sighed.

"And I love you my sweet Horatio. I can express no kinder sign of love than this kind kiss.”

"Don't make me cry, Mr. Kennedy. I have a repu, repustation to uphold."

"Your reputation is safe with me. I'll never reveal what a sentimental fellow you really are, he replied as he brushed curls away from his mate's forehead. Archie glanced up at the gathering clouds anxiously. C'mere. I can smell rain and we need to get home."

Suddenly Horatio felt himself being hoisted over Archie's broad shoulders, his head upside down so that he was looking at the ground. He burst into peals of laughter. "Arsheee, put me down! I can waltz just fine, an I'm much too heavy. Wait a minute. What is thish we have here?"

He jumped suddenly and squeaked. "Ratio, leave my bloody arse alone!" There was another flinch and a squeal, followed by hysterical giggling from the offender.

"Can't. Ish really cute and ish right here where I can pinsh it!"

"You're incorrigible when you're drunk, you know that, right? And damned adorable as well."

"Can't help it if your bum ish so nice and pinshable. Ima pinsh it again!"

"Owww! That hurt! You're truly living up to your nickname tonight Honey Badger. Not caring and all that. And since you won't play nice I'm trying things a different way."

He swiftly shifted positions so that he was carrying his love in his arms, protecting himself from his cheeky offender.

Horatio merely grinned and wrapped both arms around his neck just as a cool rain began falling.

"Arshie, you can't possibly carry me like this!"

"I already am, my darling, long legs and all!"

"Have I ever told you just how much I love being held by you? "He nuzzled Archie's neck and kissed it.

Archie swallowed hard as a deep feeling of warmth and affection for the man he loved took his breath away. He stopped and stood still, just holding Horatio tighter and staring into those soft brown eyes, wet lashes impossibly long. He knew they should get moving soon, but the moment felt to precious to waste.

"And I love holding you." Pressing their foreheads together, he sighed contententedly, then began moving purposefully towards home.

Eventually they made it to their flat, completely drenched but happy.

Archie put Horatio down but kept one arm tucked around his waist for support as he unlocked the door to their flat.

"Let's get you into some dry clothing before you catch a chill."

On queue, Horatio began to shiver and his previously cheerful demeanor changed abruptly. His lips turned down into a pout, his brow furrowing.

"How'd I get sho drunk Arshee? Someone must of put a tot of rum in my Coke! Was it you?"

He snorted. "I would never."

"Will you help me? I can't make things work and there's two of you now. I’m going to regret this later, aren’t I?”

He smiled sympathetically.

"Probably. But I'm going to take very good care of you, so no worries, okay?" He helped Horatio to their bedroom, grabbed some towels from the cupboard and wrapping him in one helped him lie down on the bed. "I'll be right back."

He went into the kitchen for a glass of water and some aspirin, took dry boxers and a tee shirt from a drawer and returned to the bed.

"Here, take these aspirin and drink all the water. Archie lifted Horatio up and helped him drink. There we go. Now, let's get you into some dry clothing." He began tugging at the wet garments.

"Achee, you're taking all my clothes off! Horatio began to giggle. Take yours off too!"

"Another time my darling. You're a bit too inebriated for anything but cuddles I fear.”

"M'not. Please?"he whined.

"Let's just concentrate on getting you dry before you catch cold. I won't have you getting sick under my watch.”

A cross between a growl and a groan was heard but Archie just smiled and concentrated on his task. He was at his best as a caregiver; it was an integral part of his profession after all. But being allowed to care for his partner so intimately was everything to him. It had taken some work to get to this point in their relationship. And now that they were there, he cherished it.

"There we are! I think that's dry enough. Fluffy."

"I'm not Fluffy!" He playfully batted at his mate, smiling impishly.

"No? Perhaps if I brought you a mirror it would change your mind." He ruffled the dark brown ringlets affectionately.

Horatio shivered. "Will you hurry and get changed? I'm cold and I need you to keep warm. My Achee Bear, he mumbled sleepily. Love your cuddles."

"Of course. I'll be back in a flash.

Archie quickly undressed, dried himself, and changed. Horatio was chilled and his teeth were chattering, so his mate was in a hurry to join him. He pulled back the covers, got in bed, and wrapped his strong arms around his shivering partner, pulling him close.

"Is this better?"

Horatio sighed contentedly. "Much." He nuzzled into Archie's neck, murmuring nonsensical phrases.

"My poor Horatio, you're still cold as an ice lolly." He began rubbing his hands up and down his partner's back to generate warmth.

"Mmm, a melting one now. There's nothing in this world I love more than your hugs, my dearest. Or hearing you say my name. He smiled shyly and ducked his head. Well, almost nothing!"

Archie grinned in delight, blue eyes sparkling. He licked his lips and jutted out his chin in a cheeky little smirk. He kissed the tip of Horatio's nose, then pulled his head to lay against his broad shoulder. "Sleep now, darling. I worry that tomorrow will be a long day for you." He stroked the soft curls, relishing the silky texture.

"Mmhm, love you, Bear," he answered sleepily.

"And I love you. I'm here if you need me. Always."

The next morning:

Archie was cheerfully humming while making coffee, tea, and toast. He was still dressed in his boxers and a v neck tee-shirt, his feet bare. His handsome face was clean shaven, his golden hair neatly brushed, and his blue eyes bright and clear. The previous night's party and being caught in a downpour had not affected his mood and constitution in any way.

Horatio could never understand this as he hated mornings with a passion, needing his coffee and toast to begin functioning normally.

But today wasn't even a normal day. Horatio had had way too much to drink last night and along with Archie had gotten caught in a downpour.

His hair had gotten very wet and had been towel dried by Archie. As a result his hair was extremely fluffy and his curls were out of control. He had dark circles under his eyes and the beginning of a cold. Add to that a headache, nausea, and no coffee and you get one very grumpy Horatio Hornblower. He groaned loudly upon hearing his mate in the kitchen.

"Acheee, why didn't you stop me last night?"

Hearing his partner's distress call, he immediately made his way to their bedroom.

"Bad morning, Ratio darling?"

His mate huffed and scowled, his brow furrowing. He blinked his eyes, squinting.

"Looking for these, Honey Badger?" Archie asked cheerfully, handing his glasses to Horatio.

He accepted them grudgingly, placing them on his face as he mumbled "Damn your eyes, Mr. Kennedy."

Archie couldn't help but laugh. "Oh Horatio, what can I do to help, my love?"

The grumpy expression softened a bit. He slowly stood up and groaned.

"Just kill me now and get it over with please, he whined, wrapping his arms around his mate and slumping against him. I feel as if my head might explode."

"I truly hope that won't happen. I'm very fond of that beautiful head myself. Will rubbing it help?"he crooned, massaging the back of his neck gently.

"Mmhm, that's nice Bear" he mumbled into Archie's shoulder.

"Do you think you can manage some toast and coffee? You might feel better with some food in your stomach."

"Ugh, don't want to think of food right now, he groaned dramatically. Might puke!"

"Well, we can't have that. Let's go into the lounge and you can put your head in my lap while I have my tea. Yeah?"

He nodded, allowing himself to be led to the sofa. Archie settled him, carefully covering him with a soft blanket. "There. I'm going for my tea and I'll be back straight away."

"Okay. Don't be too long, Achee" he whined as he removed his glasses, placing them on the coffee table.

"Oh, Horatio. You're so incredibly lovable when you're needy," he whispered to himself as he assembled a tray of toast, tea, marmalade, and butter. He decided to include coffee in case his mate changed his mind and a small beaker of ginger ale to help soothe a queasy stomach.

Setting the tray on a table he sat down and Horatio wasted no time plopping his curly head in his boyfriend's lap.

Archie smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"Bear, will you, ahem, would you mind running your fingers through my hair?"

"You need not even ask, my darling."

As Archie ran the fingers of one hand through Horatio's curls, he took sips of tea and bites of toast with another, occasionally feeding small bites to his boyfriend. He knew he could get him to accept some food this way.

"You're like a baby bird, you know that don't you?"

Horatio blushed, smiling shyly. "C'mon Achee!"

"Don't go all coy on me now, my darling. It's only the two of us here and no one else. We can and should be totally ourselves, agreed?"

He nodded, reaching up to touch Archie's face.

"You make every part of my life all better. In every way imaginable. Even feeling as miserable as I do, I'm just... at peace I suppose you could say." There was a look of pure bliss on his face as he gazed up adoringly at his mate.

"Umm, I. Archie cleared his throat, swallowing the lump that had formed. I... love making you happy, Horatio. Being here when you need me. Comforting you when you're upset or sick. Making you laugh and smile. He paused, grinning. Even dragging your drunk arse home in the rain and putting you to bed. That's all I ever want." Blue eyes stared into brown. Both had grown misty.

Horatio reached up and gently pulled Archie's lips to his, giving him the sweetest of kisses, telling him without words the depth of his feelings. When the kiss ended, he stroked Archie's cheek gently, still looking into his eyes.

"I'm the happiest I've ever been, babe. And I love you. So much." He caressed the lips of his mate slowly, tenderly.

"And I love you, my darling. My sweet, sweet Horatio." He took his hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it reverently.

"Ahem, er, Archie?" A blush began to color his face as he smiled bashfully.

"What? Something you wanted, Ratio" he asked cheekily.

“There is. Let’s go back to bed.”

Archie wasted no time granting his wish!

Later that day

"Please tell me I didn't embarrass myself to the point of never being able to show my face again!"

Archie pursed his lips to keep from smiling as he patted his mouth with his napkin.

"Go on, say something at least! My lunch is sitting in my stomach like a lump of clay. I thought you loved me." Horatio scrubbed his hands across his pale face and groaned.

Archie couldn't help himself any longer and burst out laughing.

"You think you're so clever. Are you having me on about last night and what I did?"

"I wish I was but I'm not! It was, it was so unlike you, I just can't! My sides are hurting." Archie was wiping tears from his flushed face.

Horatio scowled and huffed. "You just wait Mr. Kennedy. Don't think me incapable of getting revenge."

"Listen, Horatio. You really did do everything that I said you did."

Brown eyes stared into blue.

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Popping the buttons from your puffy shirt?"

"Mhm."

"And the comment about your Cutlass?"***

"Yes, especially that!" Laughter bubbled up again.

"Noooo! Achee? I don't think I care to know what else I said or did last night. I may actually die from embarrassment!" Horatio rose from his chair and began pacing.

Archie got up from the table and began clearing the dishes from lunch. There was a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

"Are you certain you don't want to know?"

Horatio froze and stopped pacing, rolling his eyes.

"Yes! No. I don't know! Damn't!"

"Everyone loved the pet names you have for me, by the way."

"Which ones?"

"Well, there was Archie Bear, Snugglebunny, and Sweet Cheeks."

"Noooo, why did I ever accept that second drink on an empty stomach? Horatio’s eyes suddenly went wide. What about the other name? The naughty one? What must everyone think of me?”

Archie decided his poor partner had had enough ribbing by the look on his pale face and crossed the room, taking him firmly by the shoulders and leading him to sit down on the couch in the lounge. Then he sat next to him, put an arm around his shoulders and made direct eye contact with him.

"I got the distinct impression that everyone thought you funny, adorable, relaxed, and having fun. And probably in love. It's a good thing Horatio. Everyone is happy for you. And for me. You don't have to worry about a thing, okay? He pulled him into a tight hug. I’m sorry for teasing you.”

"S'okay. Not your fault. I already felt sick, then I started overthinking things. You know how I get." He returned the hug affectionately.

"I do know, but next time I won't tease when you're hungover with a cold coming on."

"It's fine. Slowly a sweet smile replaced the frown. You can't help being the most cheeky man in the Uk if not the entire world. I love you anyway."

Archie beamed with delight and plopped himself on Horatio's lap.

***And I love you. My Honey Badger."

“Wait, did I call you the name? The naughty one?”

“I’ll never tell!”

[hayleyb100]

Light My Way, Part 7

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 the end

⚠️ WARNING! ⚠️

-It is a twisted story of Pokemon Sun and Moon, and a crossover of Pokemon SM and SWSH. -It features Hau and Kabu as the main characters. -Extremely angsty. -Everything is headcanon. -It isn’t spoiler-free.

Kabu started to get worried. Hau started to keep a distance. He was getting so much better, but he started to show depression again. As Hau's expression became darker, the anxiety in Kabu grew more.

Hau constantly asked Kabu if he could go out alone. He started to stop eating or going to bed by Kabu's side, going back to his old habit of wearing the persona of a strong, mature boy. Hau refused Kabu doing anything for him, and it made Kabu fretted. He was anxious if Hau isn't feeling comfortable anymore around him, and his whole efforts of bonding with him are gone to waste. If that happens, the whole process of fostering the boy might be another nightmare to Hau, and that is the last thing Kabu wants. He tried to ask what is discomforting his little boy, but Hau refused to talk. Kabu thought of trailing after Hau, but he was worried if he would break their trust even further by doing something Hau pleaded not to.

Hau was suffering on his own as well. He was going to the Wild Area whenever he said he wants to go out alone. He trained with Lolli and Poppy there, but it tore him apart each time. It wasn't the battle Hau wanted. To him, the pokemon battle is just a fun moment of bonding, but with that Gym Leader pressure, he HAD TO take it seriously. He had to push his pokemons too much. Going against his tendency when he thought he got away with it just hurt. Too much.

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One day, Hau came back home from Wild Area, but that day was a bit too rough. He ended up getting hurt when Bewear fisted the ground and the rock pieces flew at him. Hau was looking for the first aid kit but was caught red-handed by Kabu.

Kabu almost lost his breath when he saw the wounds on Hau and took a hold of his arm to inspect.

"Hau? What on earth has happened to you?"

Kabu asked worriedly, but Hau stammered.

"I... I tumbled down on the floor."

"...This doesn't seem like something you would get from falling." Kabu stared straight into Hau's eyes demanding the truth, but it worked against him by intimidating little boy.

"I did it! I really fell!" Hau never wanted his foster father to dump him again for being a nuisance by getting himself hurt. But it worked against Hau as well.

"Tell me the TRUTH!!"

Kabu stepped back. He shocked himself for shouting at Hau like that. He is disgusted at himself. He was doing so well until now, and the anxiety got him and screwed everything by far. Kabu could immediately feel he did something unforgivable upon seeing the boy's face. The face of fear. It was a stupid excuse that he was worried about the boy. He should never have scolded the boy who was hurt multiple times by the foster family.

"Hau, I... I didn't mean it. I was just worried..."

Kabu mumbled all flustered, but it was too late. Hau ran into his room and locked the door. Kabu wanted to follow him but he knew that if he pushes Hau further from here, the boy would never open his mind again. He felt like he was a disgrace. Not only he can't catch what is going on in Hau's mind yet scold at the boy who needs cuddling the most. He would be ashamed to call him a foster parent.

Kabu was waiting for Hau to come out again, but the little boy remained quiet. As the clock said it was time for dinner, Kabu could wait for no more. He had to get Hau to eat dinner and apologize properly.

"Hau? May I talk to you?"

Kabu's heart sank instantly when he heard no answer nor sign of someone coming from inside. He grabbed the spare key and opened the door, only to find out Hau is gone.

The window was wide open, and his pokeballs were gone too.

"Hau, no, Hau!!"

There was no time to blame himself. Kabu quickly called Nessa and Milo to help him find the boy. But since Hau never told Kabu where he usually goes, it was extremely difficult for them to find him. He could be literally anywhere in Galar. Kabu felt dizzy from the fear. He promised everyone in Alola and to himself to keep him safe, but this is where he ended up. It was already pitch dark outside.

Kabu could do nothing but pray to Jirachi, the Wish Pokemon, to protect Hau until they find him.

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Meanwhile, Hau was in Wild Area again. His fear of getting abandoned reared its ugly head again. The only option left for Hau was to make sure he works hard to be a suitable person to take over the Gym. The pokemon battle under pressure was still a pain, but there was no other choice.

He battled many pokemons with Lolli and Poppy. But the battle is driven by impetuosity just didn't give him life. And since Hau didn't have the courage to ask Kabu for pocket money, he couldn't heal his pokemons easily with potions, so he had to shake trees for berries. But Greedents gave him hard times as well. The Wild Area was like the name implies: A harsh world of wild to Hau.

Lolli and Poppy tried to take Hau home since he didn't treat his wound properly. But Hau shook his head.

"I can't! Not again... Not EVER again..." He held onto Kabu's towel tight. He teared up as he pushed on to find the next opponent... 

Only to get assaulted by wild Pangoro. Lolli barely distracted the pokemon with Apple Acid to make the move miss, but the impact from the attack made Hau fall and roll on the floor like a dead leaf.

Hau watched Lolli and Poppy trying their best to protect him against the big scary pokemon, and quietly blamed himself for how foolish and weak he is.

That is when he heard a voice.

"Dubwool, use Headbutt!"

Hau saw in shock, the sheep pokemon body slamming Pangoro with its head. The pokemon followed the trainer's order and used Cotton Guard to block Pangoro’s fierce punch and then countered it with Double Kick. Pangoro staggered away, as someone ran to Hau and helped him up.

"Are you alright?? Oh my gosh, you are so hurt!" the other boy's eyes glowed gold under the moonlight. Hau shook his help.

"I... I can get up alone!" He tried to prove his words but fell again helplessly.

"Don't push yourself!" The golden-eyed boy held onto Hau as he supported him to stand. That's when a very familiar towel came into his sight.

"This... This towel..."

Something rang a bell in the boy's memory. He often visits Gym Leaders to get information on pokemons, and overheard from Milo and Nessa that Kabu is fostering a child from Alola. The puzzle pieces gathered instantly.

"Hey, are you, by any chance, a child who Mr. Kabu fosters?"

Hau gasped. He did not want Kabu to see him like this, a tattered mess.

"N, no I'm not..." It was a too obvious lie to the point it looked absolutely foolish.

The golden-eyed boy tilted his head. He had no doubts that Kabu would be a great foster parent, considering the cheering Kabu gave as he left for the next Gym with his friend.

"We need to get you home. You are hurt."

"No!"

Hau shook his head and began to cry. The boy with the sheep felt that it was serious. He thought before he takes him back to Kabu, the least he could do is calm the boy down and treat his wound. He pulled out the first aid kit he carries about during his research.

"Why don't we go somewhere safe and have a little conversation? Let me, Hop, attend your wounds at least. It would get infected if you leave it like that."

[bluebellhairpin]

Marvel Headcanons - Road Trips

A/N: I’m a horrible person. But at least my procrastination of my asks is being for-filled in a way that still sprouts content. - Nemo

Summary: The Avengers and their S/O go on a road trip. Gods? Mutants? Aliens? with them, what could go wrong? 

Masterlist  

Loki Laufeyson

Bruh. You go on a road-trip with this guy and you’re gonna really wish you d i d n ‘ t. 

Tricks. So many tricks. This guy can’t drive a car, he has nothing to do except play tricks. Look At That Face, no remorse, no mercy. You gotta be strong af to survive a trip like this with Loki. 

bUt he does buy you all the food. And all the stuff you like. In mass amounts. (“(y/n), you said you liked this sweet packet stuff right? Ah, good. I brought five boxes so we don’t run out.” ) Like five whole boxes

So what’s it gonna be? Trickery for food? Yay or nay? Yay, definitely yay. 

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

You will not sleep. Y’all get too hyped up of junk food and adrenaline to sleep for more then half an hour at a time so POWER NAPS ALL THE WAY THERE AND BACK

He video’s everything. He says it’s to show May and Tony when you get back but we all know the truth. Its so he can get one of those cool old-style videos of you No shame that boy has.

He lets you pick all the music, as long as it’s not AC/DC because he had an experience with Tony that involved ‘Thunderstruck’, hacking and his suits earpieces that lasted a over a week that we s h a l l n o t  s p e a k o f e v e r

But overall it’s a really cute trip. So cliche. So romantic. So amazing.

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Loves every second because it’s with you and after everything he’s been through that is all he needs and wants.

He has playlists, cars, hotel reservations, restaurant reservations, food stops, food stashes, sights to see. All these things are ready before you even suggested getting away for a couple days. 

Turns into a sappy, flirty mess. It’s almost like the trip turned back time to when you both first met and the only problem he had was making a new missile to sell to some place in Afghanistan.

He’s just so ready for a break, low and behold please give i t t o H i m

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Road-trips with Steve are done on the back of his motorbike and you can fight me on this. Mostly because he likes it when you wrap your arms around his torso so yeah fight me again.

Despite the trip being a road trip you both spend a lot of time at stops and motels instead of on the road. He likes taking things slow, since he hasn’t gotten to do things slowly for over four years after he woke up. He’s very grateful if you let him do this.

He lets you take lots of photo’s of him whether you’re good at it or not doesn't bother him. Even frames one you took of his silhouette because it looks that good to him. 

 Becomes addicted to cocktails after the second road trip because “they’re so colourful and come in so many flavours, (y/n) have you tried this blue one yet? Look they have one named after me-” 

Thor Odinson

He gets so hyped and excited. 

He really loves travelling and learning about earth more like you teaching him about earth stuff so he’s so optimistic about the whole trip and that attitude rubs off on you so you end up coming home all happy too.

He brings lollies/sweets/candy with you and lemme say you are bouncing off the walls the whole damn time. One time he got so hyped on sugar he almost summoned lighting. 

You take Loki sometimes. He pretends he doesn't like it, but he does. He thought we wouldn’t notice but we did. So Loki ends up being the ‘bored’ third wheel while you and Thor stuff your faces with sour worms, chocolate, and gobstoppers.  

Bruce Banner/Hulk

He’s gets so soft, and that makes you soft, and then you come back and your combined softness makes everyone else so very soft.

He worries about Hulk coming out and ruining the trip and the car but you constantly tell him and reassure him that it’s fine and you’ve managed to hone the ability to calm Hulk down when things get out of hand.

Needless to say he relaxes almost completely and w o w you didn’t know he sung that well.

And damn when you come back he’s like a changed man. Shyness? Almost gone. Reluctance to join conversations? Hell N a h. He almost becomes Tony 2.0 but only around you because “No one will believe you (y/n)”

Clint Barton/Hawkeye/Ronin

Clint almost l i v e s for road trips with you. I say almost because he lives for you.

You hunt down carnivals so he can win you all the prizes. The others aren't even surprised when you come back with a carload at stuffed toys anymore.

You also stop at a number of piers and sit at the end with fish and chips and some beer and just talk. Life. The future. The past. That one slice of pizza that tasted better than any others you've ever eaten in your entire lives.

You guys just do so much stuff. And its all so wholesome and pure and s o f t. 

Peter Quill/Star Lord

Did someone say road trip? Peter has all the tunes.

So much as touch the radio/speakers without his knowledge and you're preparing yourself to (possibly) walk home. He doesn't care if you're the other side of the country. You will walk.

He's a sucker for staying up and stargazing with you. He'll point out all the planets he's been to, and all the ones he wants to take you to later.

While Stargazing, be prepaid to have him jump up and pull you to him if a 'dancing song' comes on. That can range from the 'Livin La Vida Loca' to 'All of Me’. It's amazing. 

Scott Lang/Ant-Man

He's a dad. He knows how to keep others and himself  entertained on long trips.

Magic tricks. Snacks. Music. Jokes. Everything and anything you can think of to pass time, he's got it ready and waiting.

Sometimes he takes Cassy with you, and honesty things become more fun (if that's at all possible). Which means, for you, more food, music from your childhood, and embarrassing stories about Scott that Cass had managed to get hold of.

Overall it’s pretty cute going on road trips with Scott, that and it’s never ever boring. 

T’Challa/Black Panther

He’s a king, and a very busy one at that. So when you manage to pull him away from his duties he treats you extremely well. 

First he takes you to a certain county (Once it was Singapore (that was a very luxurious trip), another time Hawaii, etc), then he gets a hire car and takes you wherever else you’d like go.

Every time, every trip, he finds a Starbucks. He collects the cups and brings them back to Okoye. He does it to spite her. You know it.

He gets much more relaxed on the trips, and always comes back being able to deal with his duties much better.

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

Wow okay first off, Bucky loves road trips with you. 

He manages to persuade Tony to lean him one of his fancy older cars and takes you along the coast in that. He’s a coast road trip type of guy.

He really loves the beach, the only thing that gets in his way is the sand and salty water getting in the joints of his arm, but he says he can “just take it off, don’t worry darlin’.” so yeah it’s r e a l l y not a problem. 

If he can't get a hold of one of Tony’s old cars, he gets an old pickup truck/ute and camps outside on the back with you and watches the stars and has old 30′s/40′s music playing from the radio. It’s pretty cute. Like him. 

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

Mate. This guy has no idea what he's doing. 

Once he tried to bring, like, a whole ass record player because he was worried there’d be nothing to dance along to. Seriously, Kurt, we have a ca r a d i o for that. Precious Baby Boy.

He’s also pretty young, so be prepared to have lots of contraband School food (sour lollies, chips, etc) stashed everywhere in the car. This boy will eat all the junk food he can lay his three-fingered hands on. R E S T R A I N HIM. 

He'd probably take every opportunity he can to cuddle you or take you hand in his. He’s not quite used to doing ‘normal’ stuff like this, so the fact he’s doing something like that with you means a lot. 

Doctor Stephen Strange

He’s, um. He’s not used to this sort of thing either.

He’s been this arrogant, selfish, self-absorbed neurosurgeon for as long as he can remember. The most social and intimate thing he’s used to doing is ‘faking it’ with some random to make him look good.

BUT, sudeNly with you he kinda turns to a charismatic, sweetheart gentleman that will actually take you wherever you’d like to go. France? Okay. Brazil? Just south a little. China? Food’s great there. Russia? We’ll take ice skating lessons before we go. 

He can’t actually leave NYC for long, but he will spend as much time with you on trips away because they help him relax and it’s n i c e.

[ijustreallylovezebras]

Shoebox of Photographs

So... this is my coping fic for Endgame!! There will be massive spoilers for the film in this imagine so... you have been warned!!!! PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU HAVE YET TO SEE ENDGAME - I HAVE USED THE TAGS AND WILL CUT IT BELOW THIS BUT PLEASE DON’T CLICK READ MORE UNLESS YOU HAVE SEEN ENDGAME!!!!!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avengers Daughter!Reader 

Summary: After the events of Endgame Pepper calls the reader because she’s found some of Tony’s stuff 

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Swearing, kinda sad, MAJOR ENDGAME SPOILERS

A/N: So this is another part of the Family Peter Parker ‘series’ I really hope you guys like it! Please like and reblog and let me know what you think - as always it can be read in isolation from the rest of the series if you want!

“Who was that on the phone, Angel?” Peter asked, nuzzling his face into Y/N’s neck as she climbed back into bed with him, curling back up into his arms.

Since the final fight with Thanos. Since Tony’s funeral. The two of them had barely moved from Y/N’s bed in the compound. 

Few people lived there anymore. Steve, Bucky and Sam had all moved to Wakanda - something about time travel. Clint had returned to his family. Wanda had bought an apartment in the city. Bruce had returned to his lab. Y/N and Thor had said a tearful goodbye as he left with the Guardians. Nat was gone. Tony was gone.

Everyone was gone.

To say few people lived there was actually an exaggeration. Only Peter and Y/N did. Rhodey and Happy had both left to be closer to Pepper and Morgan - knowing that the Starks would need them after their loss. Though even Peter didn’t live at the tower full-time anymore, splitting his time as best he could between the two people who needed him the most. May and Y/N.

“Pepper,” Y/N whispered hoarsely. 

“Is everything okay?” Peter asked and Y/N could feel his heartbeat increase as her head lay against his chest. Y/N nodded, tracing patterns on his skin.

“Fine,” she murmured mutely.

“What’s wrong, Angel?” Y/N didn’t need to look to see how he winced as soon as the words were out. 

What was wrong? What was right would be the better question.

“Pep found some stuff she wants me to come over and look at - said Morgan wanted me to visit too,” she whispered. It was probably the longest, most coherent sentence she had said in a while.

“Are you going?” 

“Yeah - said I’d go tomorrow,” Y/N mumbled. Peter’s fingers tangled in her hair, playing with the strands of it that wrapped around his fingers. “Will you,” Y/N coughed uncertainly. Since Tony’s death she had somewhat retreated back into her old, shy self, even around Peter.

“I can come with you if you want?” Peter prompted gently. Y/N let out a sigh, allowing herself to relax into Peter’s arms and nod.

“Please?” Peter placed a kiss to the top of her head. 

“Anything for you, Angel.”

“I hope the drive wasn’t too bad,” the bags under Pepper’s eyes were huge as she greeted the two teenagers and May - who had offered to drive them, a sympathetic look on her face as she looked at her nephew and his girlfriend.

Even with Pepper’s exhausted, clearly distraught expression, Y/N couldn’t help but admit to herself how good it felt to see her again. She was quick to embrace Pepper in a tight hug.

“Hey Aunt Pepper,” she murmured. Peter went for a handshake but Pepper shook her head with a sad smile, hugging him instead.

“Y/N/N!” Morgan screeched, ploughing straight into Y/N’s legs. The teenager let out a quiet laugh - the first one in days - and hugged Morgan tightly.

“Hey, kid, how you doing?” She asked. Morgan placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

“You promised to visit!”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Y/N asked.

“Only because Mummy called,” she pouted. Y/N chuckled lightly, setting the young Stark down.

“I’m here for you too, kid, don’t worry,”

“Let me get you guys something to drink - then I’ll get out what I found,” Pepper said. Peter’s arm moved around Y/N’s waist, allowing Morgan to take his other hand and lead them inside. May followed, an affectionate smile on her face.

“Where was this?” Y/N asked, frowning up at Pepper.

“Under our bed,” she shrugged.

“It’s not very Uncle Tony,” she mused, tracing a hand down the front of the box in front of her. Pepper laughed, her eyes tearing up a little.

“No, it’s not really, is it?” 

“What is it?” Morgan asked, swinging her legs as she sucked on her ice lolly.

“I don’t know, Morgs,” Y/N murmured, leaning into Peter slightly more. He pressed his lips to her temple.

“You going to open it, Angel?”

On the coffee table in front of the ensemble of family was a green shoe box that Tony had been keeping under the bed he had shared with Pepper. It had been hidden under some old jumpers and a couple of books and had Y/N’s name written on it in black marker pen.

Pepper had found it the day before when she was cleaning out their room to put some of Tony’s things in the attic, having come to the conclusion that she ought to start clearing out in order to help her move on. For Morgan’s sake. It was a tip from May, who had been trying her best to help Pepper through the tough time, knowing exactly what it was like to have to loose the one you loved most while having to take care of a kid at the same time.

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, lifting the lid.

As soon as the lid was off, photos spilled over the edges of the box, sliding across the table to land in front of the other family members. Y/N felt herself well up.

May picked one up delicately, looking to Y/N for permission before she studied it more closely.

“This is your childhood, Y/N/N,” she whispered and Y/N nodded, the first few tears sliding down her cheeks. Peter was quick to kiss them away, worried about her until a tearful laugh choked past her lips.

Tony wasn’t sentimental. He never had been. And yet, here was a shoebox of photographs underneath his bed. All photos of Y/N.

“Wash your hands before you touch, Morgan!” Pepper scolded gently as her daughter tried to reach for one. Y/N moved off of the sofa and knelt in front of the coffee table.

Her hands paused in midair before she touched the box again and she looked at Pepper.

“Do you mind?” 

“Of course not.”

Ten minutes later they were spread across the living room, the photos scattered across the floor as they each arranged their own pile.

“Look how young you were!”

Y/N looked fondly at the photo that May held out to her, her fingers lightly traced down her own face. It was one of her, sat between Steve’s legs on the floor as Steve sat on the sofa behind her. Thor stood behind them, instructing Steve as he held locks of Y/N’s hair.

“I don’t know how to do it!” Steve laughed and Y/N yelped as Steve pulled on her hair.

“Not like that!” She screeched, sending Thor into peals of laughter.

“I can’t do it!” Steve argued.

“Then stop pulling!” Y/N said, though she too was giggling, her hands flying to her hair.

“Steve you need to stop yanking!” Thor instructed. Steve’s fingers slackened and he worked more gently under the God’s supervision.

“Look at this one!” Peter laughed, Y/N moved to look over his shoulder at the photo in his hands and fell back laughing at the sight.

The photo showed her, Bucky, Sam and Steve - Bruce was in the background, laughing at the group of them - all holding water guns and grinning at the camera. Bucky’s hair was sopping wet, Sam’s white shirt was sodden and see-through and Y/N’s face was bright and beaming, eyes bright as she stood between her parents.

“Not in the lab!” Bruce called after them as Y/N dashed into the room, Bucky on her trail.

“This is so unfair!”

“How?” Bucky laughed.

“All of you were in the military!” She squealed, trying her best to shoot him over her shoulder. Y/N let out a cry of anguish as Steve shot her from behind.

“You could join,” Sam teased, approaching her to stand next to Bucky, a bright smile on his face though it quickly dropped when he was hit by two streams of water - from both Bucky and Steve. “I was joking!”

“Look! Daddy!” Y/N and Peter both practically launched themselves across the room to look at the photo in Morgan’s little hands.

“Holy sh-” Y/N cut Peter off by hitting his arm lightly. “Sorry!” He exclaimed before Pepper and May could say anything. “Is that what I think it is?” Peter asked, taking the photo from Morgan and examining the picture of Y/N and Tony crowded around a red suit.

“Yeah.”

“So he’s like a spider?” Y/N asked, holding the bit of material that Tony indicated for her to take.

“Yeah - you know, super strong, has webs-”

“Sticky?” Y/N offered. Tony barked a laugh and nodded.

“Yeah, I guess that’s a way to describe him,”

“And he’s, like, my age?” Tony glanced up at her, a grin on his face.

“Yeah so buck up your ideas kid, better start getting useful,” Y/N gasped in offence and elbowed him.

“You worked on my suit?” Peter asked, pecking Y/N’s lips. Y/N gave a shy shrug.

“I didn’t do much, held parts that Tony asked me to hold, you know all the easy stuff,” she laughed a little. Peter kissed her again.

“I didn’t know that.”

Morgan wiggled between them, settling herself on Y/N’s lap. Y/N’s arm went around her, pulling her more securely onto her lap so she wouldn’t fall.

“Why don’t you live with us?” She demanded. Y/N kissed her forehead.

“Because I live at the Avengers Compound,”

“But your my sister,” Morgan pointed out. Y/N’s heart fluttered slightly at those words. “Aren’t you?”

“I guess so, kid,” she agreed.

“You should live with us,” Morgan declared, cuddling into Y/N’s chest. Y/N looked and shared a tentative smile with Peter.

“Then I wouldn’t be near Peter.” Y/N whispered, seeing the way that Peter’s face lit up.

“Do you need to be?” Morgan inquired.

“Yeah,” the word came out in a breath as Y/N realised how true it was. She needed to be with Peter.

“Why?”

“He helps me breathe.”

The final photo - the one that Y/N saw Peter slip into his wallet - was one of the two of them. Y/N curled up on Peter’s chest, the two of them asleep in the common room of the compound.

Their hair was messy and they were both clearly exhausted but there were little smiles on both of their faces as they slept in one another’s arms. Content. Happy. Breathing.

And Y/N realised that it was true. Peter Parker helped her breathe.

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Dammit tumblr. The kids (younger than 6 months old)

Betty is a bit stand-offish, but knows his name and trusts me enough to come for treats.

Here is how he reacts to me reaching for his shiny new baby.

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Relaxed and confident. Doesn’t try to sit tighter or fight me off, just lets me take it and waits for me to put it back.

Rigby will come sit with me regardless of whether or not there are treats currently on offer.

Right now, she’s getting cozy with Jet and has less time for me. XD

Tandy doesn’t really come for treats anymore. I think she came to hate the crowd and got tired of being told she was rude. XD

She sits with me every time I sit down, though, and it pretty happy to get cuddle time and be preened while she preens me.

PJ is really starting to feel his cockishness!

He’ll come check on me and dance in front of me, and knock other birds out of his way for treats.

But he’s not really one to sit with me.

Not sure if you were interested in adding Luxotica, since she didn’t hatch here?

But she’s getting used to the routine enough to be at least slightly less a cryptid.

Escher mostly does her own thing.

She’s curious and clever, and wants to be kinda everywhere at once.

She and PJ are kiiind of a thing? Like the pigeon version of a highschool crush.

He follows her everywhere, and if he’s on or near me, it’s usually because Escher wanted to check for treats or chill with me.

Vynni is very much a young man. 

He likes to cuddle and be preened, but he’d rather we do that from his swing than he come to me.

It think it’s less that he likes me less than that he is just hell bent on guarding his swing!

Bop... Has been out for a month, and it’s been three weeks since his last confirmed sighting.

Pippin! 

Still Best Boy. ^v^

So full of love me and fite me!

Just an utter delight to work with.

Panther probably doesn’t count either, since he’s not a keeper, but he’s getting very slowly less spook-y...

At least until meds need to happen.

Can’t really blame him for that, though. The worm meds syringe has to be forced down his throat to avoid injecting them into his trachea by accident.

That would feel like torture to me too!

Lilly is quickly becoming a favorite.

Speaks her mind VERY loudly! Allows absolutely NO ONE to bully or push her around.

(Should have named her Lolli, since she’s all of 10 weeks old and constantly hitting on her own dad, who is more into her than any other hen in the loft [because she looks exactly like her mom, whom he dearly misses])

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She is Vynni’s primary rival for the swing.

Ellie is the most stand-offish of our current babies.

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The adults have pretty much taught her that they’ll dog pile her every time she gets near me, so she just... doesn’t. 

If it isn’t treat time, and there is a very light crowd, she may get on my knee and sit with me for a bit, but she does NOT want me to come to her!

Gus took EIGHT weeks to stop holding out so hard for me to give him specifically treats (not his regular food, yuck!) for so long and with such determination that he’d be pooping foam at the end of the work day.

This clingy little poot is the ENTIRE reason I can’t do treat time for younger babies in the loft right now!

Now that he’s finally been broken of that and will go feed himself when he’s hungry, he’s a fantastic little cuddle bug.

Spirit is going out either this afternoon or next week, depending on how soon his new family get back to me.

What a joy this little man has been! I’m really going to miss him, but he’ll make his new family SO happy!

He’s a fun, performative little cuddle bug who wants to go explore everything, and then come back to snuggle and recharge for his next exploration session. ^v^

Radish will be going home to @birdgeppetto in two and a half more weeks.

Her parents are still keeping her well pumped, but she associates my lap with treats and cuddles, so if I’m sitting down, she’s usually fighting with Gus over her spot in it (which she believes is against my tummy, with my arm around her.)

She is REALLY excited for treats, but bad at taking them individually. She is decent enough at pecking them from my palm, though.

Fortunately for me, her parents both come call her off my lap for feeding when she gets really insistent and starts slapping hard enough for them to hear her.

Samhain is too little to display much personality yet. XD

Most start expressing their opinions on things when they are a little more mobile.

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Thus far, Sami is very mellow and doesn’t complain or beg when she’s petted or maneuvered.

She JUST started showing a feed me response to her beak tip being touched by my fingertips today.

SS2-2 is a peepy puddle of pudge.

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They’re usually pumped a little more full than Sami, and have a VERY strong food response.

I expect this will make them especially easy to treat prime and train.

BH1-1 is already a hilarious blob, as seen in the video showing his Father’s response to me picking him up.

Nothing seems to phase him at this point. 

Hands are soft and nice, and he likes them, even though being brooded is much more warm.

[the-fiction-witch]

Naughty Girl

REAL LIFE:  COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SMUTTY AF (DADDY KINK)

Okay! I have been dabbling with this for a while, I have been very very close to this, but here we go diving off the deep end giving Thomas a full on daddy kink! Here we go!

I smiled running my hands along the pretty dresses as I walked around the store, "Hello, princess" Thomas smiles as he finds me kissing my forehead as he came close to me "you picked out a dress yet?" He asks "No," I answer "I left you for over and hour" he laughs "But there all so pretty" I giggled cuddling into his neck I felt his smirk as he wraps his arms around me tightly sitting them on my waist, "did you want daddy to pick for you?" He asks and I nodded nuzzling into his neck so knowone could see my blush at such a topic in public "alright princess, you go wait outside" he says giving my head a kiss and my arse a slap before pushing me towards the shopping centre so I happily went out sitting on the little bench waiting around as I did I spotted a guy looking at me I avoiding his eyes looking back into the shop waiting till I heard "Well hello..." That man smirked "what's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone" he smirked I ignored him even I he kept trying to speak with me being very persistent "hey! Don't ignore me, Don't sit around dressed like that and ignore when someone gives you attention little slut" he smirked grabbing my arm and pulling me up from the bench I went to scream but before I could I felt familiar arms grab my waist and pull me closer "Oi hands of my girlfriend you twat!" Thomas yelled at him "What seriously? Your like old enough to be her father" he laughs before walking off "Of course now people believe how old I am" Thomas sighs "Ummm daddy saved me" I giggled hugging him close "Awww of course I did Princess, come on home time" he says giving my lips a kiss so we began walking out of the shopping centre till I spotted a shop with lots of big plush toys and Thomas spotted me looking "No" he warns "your not having another one princess" he warns "But I get cold and lonely when you go to work" I complain "Then hug one of your millions of other plushies" he laughs "No, they... All make me feel funny" I giggled nuzzling close to him "Humm really? All of them?" He smirked and I nod "Naughty girl" he smirked "your still not having another one" he warns so I pulled my best sad face even letting little tears slip "ohh no no no, don't cry Princess" he says "you know daddy hates it when you cry" he says wiping my tears "one! And if you haven't picked in two minutes I pick for you" he says "Yay!" I giggled kissing him and running in the shop I found a bug purple dragon almost emmediatly "Tommy I decided" I giggled "Your sure?" He asks and I nod "alright princess" he smiles taking it from me and going to pay for me.

I smiled finishing up with my hair and make up and going down the stairs grabbing the front door to leave with my key and - "Hold it! Where are you going?" Thomas asks from the sofa where he sat with a script "Out with Maggie" I answer "Out where?" He asks "Just out" I shrug "Where princess?" He asks getting annoyed with me now "Just dancing" I answer and he looked up from his script looking me up and down "Not dressed like that you're not, go" he orders pointing to upstairs "But thom-" I began "No buts change, your not going out like that" he says "But i-" I began "You change it I take your key away princess" he warns returning his attention to his script as he turned the page "I am a strong independent y/age woman! I can go out in a mini skirt if I want to" I answer "One" he began so I unlocked the door and went outside as soon as I did my body froze so I sighed going back in "three..." He smirked holding out his hand "key now" he ordered so I sighed taking my key from around my neck and handing it to him sitting beside him on the sofa "don't pout at me y/n, you really expect me to let you leave the house dressed like that?" He smirks putting his script down and giving me some kisses but I ignored him "humm well if my little princess didn't dress so slutty daddy wouldn't have to take her key away" he smirked "Your mean" I complain "You wish" he smirked kissing my head "ummm that little skirts driving me crazy, what would it do to all those boys out there who would take advantage of my little princess?" He smirked running his hand up my thigh slipping under my skirt "humm naughty girl, no panties?" He growled "you want attention? You got attention princess" he smirked picking me up and taking me to bed.

I smiled getting a tasty lollipop from the freezer and going out to the garden where Thomas laid in his shorts with his sunglasses trying to sunbathe so I smiled going over and sitting in his thigh I saw him smirk a little flicking up his glasses as he sat up a little "hello princess" he smirked looking at my body in my little bikini with my normal necklaces on "you look very pretty today princess" he smiled fiddling with my hair which became gently rubbing on my bikini straps running down to the cups but "No" I shifted swatting his hand away "No? ohh? Naughty girl, daddy was only having a feel princess, your bikini looked soft" he smirked "You want something soft go cuddle my plushie" I smirk licking my lollipop "Oooh? Where's all this coming from princess?" He asks a little shocked by my response and I shrugged "ohhh? I know" he smirked holding my thighs to gently grinding me on his thigh "that why?" He asks and I shrugged "how about if daddy was too...let you bounce" he smirked starting to move his leg a little letting me ride his thigh his brown eyes watching me the whole time "Uhh uhh Thomas" I moan lightly "daddy..." He groan "Ah ah ah quiet princess, Don't want our neighbors learn what a slut you are" he smirked Kissing me gently he chuckled at me a little untieing my bikini bottoms and ripping then off me throwing them across the garden onto the grass and taking my ice Lolli from me before I could react to him taking it he pushed the frozen juice to my clit making me scream uncontrollably he smirked grabbing my necklace with my little pacifier in it and making me take it in my mouth to suck on "quiet princess, don't want someone seeing you like this... Half naked, riding in your daddies thigh, a lollipop rubbing on your clit, and your favourite little pacifier in your mouth...humm what would people say princess" he smirked I whined where he could but he ignored me before taking the ice Lolli away and pulling me closer I was excited thinking as he had a hard erection he would fuck me now but I sqeualed letting the pacifier fall from my mouth as he pushed the ice Lolli inside me he instantly forced my pacifier back in my mouth to keep my quiet as he slowly fucked me with the Lolli "humm do you like that princess?" He asks and I nod "no no use your words princess" he says "It feels nice, but I wanted daddy" I complain "Did you? Well your being far to much of a slut for daddy" he smirked "I thought that's what daddy liked" I giggled "Sometimes, others I want my little princess to be all nice and innocent" he smirked taking it away and slapping my arse "bed now" he ordered "I'll be up in a minute princess" he says so I got up from his thigh and went to get my bikini bottom but "did I say get your bikini?" Thomas asks and I shake my head "then get to bed" he smirks and I saw him kick the lollipop "Thomas that-" I began "I know exactly where it's been princess, bed" he says licking it a little more so I went to bed.

[edward-richtofen-queen]

You're Mine

Pairing: Michael Myers | The Shape × Evan Macmillan | The Trapper

Warning(s): NSFW

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It was a stormy night; Rain pouring down onto the mansion that the fourteen killers resided in. Most lollied around out of bored boredom, like Max and Phillip, but others were doing more productive things, such as cooking or cleaning. Trapper was in the ritual room, mumbling under his breath in an unknown language as he spoke with the Entity. It was a normal daily thing, mostly due to Evan's strict schedule he stuck to for the Entity.

A unknown noise from the door made Evan stop. Out of the corner of his mask, a familiar smiling doctor stood leaned up against a wall, clearly annoyed. "You think your special?" Herman began, rolling his pulled open eyes as Evan cocked his head to the side. "Just because you've been in this realm longer doesn't make you special, pretty boy. You're the weakest of us all. Even the nurse is better than you, and she's the slowest killer than the rest of us."

Evan snarled, stepping forward and holding the man in question by the collar. "For a doctor, you've got something wrong with you. Your whole kit is just electrocute and smack survivors with whatever the fuck you call your weapon." Herman chuckled. "Don't get all mad on me now, I'm just telling you that you're weak!" The Doctor didn't need to flinch of do anything, seeing Trapper fuming with anger was already funny.

"Don't you fucking laugh, you sentimental fucking excuse of a doctor! I don't know who pissed in your damn cereal, but I'm not having this shit right now!" Evan growled lowly as his fingers reached for the doctor's neck. Unfortunately, Evan was grabbed by his collar and dragged backwards into the arms of Michael Myers.

"Myers! This isn't the time!" Evan whined and struggled, Michael standing strong and not moving an inch, then began to drag Evan away from the Doctor. Evan was quick to comply, only moments away from shutting Herman's mouth for good for a while.

An airy chuckle breathed through Michael's mask as he kicked his door in to enter, along with Evan. Evan walked in, still fuming but calming down. "You shouldn't have intervened, Michael," Evan scolded as he sat on the edge of the bed as he watched Michael pick up his notepad to write. The Entity let's us do whatever we please, only that we don't kill each other because reenacting us takes to much energy from it, Evan It read.

"It would only be this once," Evan whined slightly, causing Michael to softly chuckle. Let's not forget; You aren't just the Entity's, Evan The paper read as Evan rose an eyebrow, a soft grin under Michael's mask. How about I remind you who you also belong too, yes? Evan had just finished reading as Michael pushed him against the wall, the notepad draping to the ground with a light thud. Trapper couldn't help the smirk that twitched onto his lips, "That's funny—I thought you were the one that belonged to me, pretty boy."

Micheal had lifted his mask above his nose, a smirk playing on his lips as if challenging Evan. They had already done it once or twice, but this time. They weren't gonna go easy on each other. Not anymore.

Michael attacked Evan's neck with kisses and bites. A moment of searching and he struck gold when he found the tender spot on the man's neck, sucking and biting to draw hickeys for the others to see. Evan was his and his alone. If he could have it his way, he wouldn't even allow The Entity to touch him. Wasting no time at all, Michael twirled his knife in his free hand and cut right through the fabric separating skin from skin. He wasn't worried about the fabric, The Entity would give them new clothes anyway. Throwing Evan on his bed, Michael crawled over the large man to kiss and stroke, hands tracing past scars from previous love making and trials. A possessive growl rumbled in Michael's throat, lips training down to Evan's chest as the man groaned. Evan grunted, tugging harshly on Michael's mask.

"Dammit, Myers, let me see you!" Evan barked, yanking the latex from the blonde's head. Michael's eyes made Evan shake in anticipation. They were so blue, piercing and full of greed and lust that he hadn't noticed Michael's finger trail up his thigh and right to his ass. Evan shivered at Michael's soft touches. It didn't process until Michael gave him a hard squeeze. This cause Evans breathing to hitch and get caught in his throat. That's what Michael was good for. Teasing. Dragging out. Making you suffer before you got to the real fun. Evan wasn't going to have any of that. He was going to show Michael that he belong to him as much as he belonged to Michael.

He quickly flipped them, moving until Michael was on his stomach. Evan leaning down and attacking his neck this time as his member rest against his entrance. "Come on, Michael," Evan purred into his ear, hands trailing up his chest. "Who do you belong to, hmm?"

Michael grunted when he felt himself being filled, face red and flustered as he buried his face in a pillow. Michael's lips parted slightly. Evan growled as he pushed himself all the way in and rested at the hilt. He gripped Michael's jaw and made him turn slightly to look at him, lips inches away from each other. "I'm not moving till I hear you say it."

His words were low; husky and rich like chocolate and honey. Michael caved into his words, lips parting just a bit. "You...I belong....to you...." Michael's voice was scratchy and husky, most likely due to not talking for years and still learning to pronounce. It didn't matter though, Evan loved it when he spoke. It sent shivers down his back with how deep it could get.

"Good boy," He said, smirking and chuckling before he pulled back and slammed in, causing Michael to let out a surprised grunt of pleasure. Evan's smirk only grew as he began to pound his way against Michael, him in turn panting and grunting. Both men started to sweat, the wet sound of skin on skin and the ignored sound bed repeatedly hit the wall, no doubt causing it to scratch and dent the wallpaper. The dim light from the lantern was enough to illuminate both men, causing the atmosphere to become rich with mystery and lust.

"Eh—van," Micheal grunted, fingers tearing at the sheets as he tried to stay stable underneath the harsh fucking he was being given. His beady blue eyes, once filled to the brim with hatred and bloodlust were misted over with lust and love. He was in pure ecstasy, a groan grumbling in his throat.

Evan moaned, gripping Michael's hips as he violently smacked and thrusted into Michael. Tears of pain and pleasure streamed down his cheeks, turning his head as he kissed Evan with hot passion. Evan's animalistic growls and groans reverberating off the shell of his ear, making his toes curl and a whine escape his lips when Evan angled him the right way. The sounds he made along with Evan had dulled in his ears, only hearing white noise as he grunted in embarrassing release. Evan grunted and picked up for a minute and then he growled in his own release, the backboard of the bed making a squealing noise as they stopped and sunk next to each other.

"Shit, Michael," Evan panted, fingers trailing down Michael's chest. Michael made a soft noise of recognition, his breathing a little strained. He had never made this much noise before and it was taking a toll on him, but it was worth it. His legs hurt slightly and shook just a bit—he had experienced being shot over and over again, so he was fine. Evan purred quietly as his hands cupped his cheeks. "I guess I am yours, and you're mine, right?" Michael response was cuddling with the larger man.

∾❦∾

Downstairs, Herman chuckled to himself—did he just get Evan laid? Max had a confused look on his face and Phillip seemed horrified to hear such the noises. That poor bed Herman thought with a laugh. Even down the Hall, Herman could hear the animalistic growls coming from one of the two men. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he removed his guards and slipped on a pair of glasses to read.

At least Evan won't be bothering him for a while.

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I decided to repost this on Tumblr so anyone who likes Shapper Smut can read it! There's not much of this ship around anymore, and I'll be sure to write some more!

This post is dedicated to @renlvbon for being my newest inspiration (And I hope you feel better!) and @ameliafireheart for the support♡!

[emeryandens]

Imagine if Rumple and Belle had grandchildren? Belle would be that Grandmother that always has biscuits, tea and, (don’t tell your papa!) ice cream and lollies on hand. Belle would insist on having them over for weekends, and how could Gideon or his wife/husband refuse? The kids were begging to come over. Belle would thrive as a grandmother, as much if not more then she did as a parent. Telling them elaborate stories – the really good kind, with voices and suspense and the chilling hope that the hero makes it out alive. Showering them with cuddles and affection, teaching them something new about the world every day.

Is Rumple even a tiny bit jealous of the love his wife’s showering his Grandchildren with? Ah, maybe he would have been a few years – decades - ago, but if he’s being honest, he loves it just as much as her. They still get to enjoy their time alone together, still get to hold each other and dance and laugh and play childish games. The difference is that on weekends they still get to do all of these things, but with tiny little humans that they both love more than life itself. (Sometimes, given the loneliness and heartbreak he felt for centuries, after Bae but before Belle, he thinks it’s impossible to love this many people at once. Sometimes it feels like his hearts about to explode, but then he sees his beautiful wife holding and whispering to their beautiful granddaughter and everything falls back into place).

But… What if Gideon wasn’t ready to have children? What if he hadn’t found that person, the one that made him feel the way he knew his parents felt for each other (that kid grew up in a house filled to the brim with love. He knew he was loved more than anything, and he saw the way his parent’s looked at each, kissed each other, teased each other and knew that he wasn’t going to settle for anything less – his mother would have killed him if he did. Maybe probably his father would have helped). He doesn’t met his future spouse until a year or two after Belle’s death. His father’s been trying to find a way to break his curse for a long time before the discussion of kids comes up. He’s conflicted… he knows how much his father wants to be his mother… but he loves his spouse so much and he knows how much they want this. He wants it too.

When Rumple finds out about his upcoming grandchildren he couldn’t be more happy. He wants this for his son, the overwhelming feeling of hope and love that he felt for both of his children. But… it means that… he has to put off his plan to reunite with Belle. The idea takes his breath away, the overwhelming sadness and heartbreak is devastating. When Gideon leaves he’s reduced to lying on the ground – he can’t even manage getting to the bed or couch – with tears streaming down his face. But he can’t miss out on this opportunity. He didn’t get to be a grandparent when Henry was growing up, they might have a good relationship now but with their history, it’s never going to feel that closeness. Besides, he knows Belle would be devastated that she wasn’t here to meet her grandchildren. She’d be livid with him if he the opportunity and didn’t come back with stories to tell her – about their first steps, their first words, about starting school and making friends. So, he decides he’ll wait, he’ll still look for the Guardian but he’ll wait to do anything about it, so he can see his grandchildren grow up. Maybe until they get to their early teens.

Eventually there’s three and he loves all of them, of course he does. How couldn’t he? They each have a little bit of Belle in them, her eyes, her love for learning, her laughter. She’s constantly reflected in their actions, their words, their looks. It leaves with an unknowable amount of joy, but with a deep sadness. He watches as they all grow, as they too age whilst he remains the same. His son, whose fair more Belle’s son than his (Belles heart, Belles brain, Belle’s wit. Rumples temperament but he’s better at managing it then Rumple was), gets closer and closer to his age. In just over a decade they’ll be the same age, then Gideon will be older.

The first, Belle Jnr, has more than just her grandmothers name. She’s got the same brown hair, the same eyes, and a love for adventure. She would constantly come home with scratches on her legs, twigs in her hair and a look of wonder on her face. One time she’d fallen out of a tree because she was trying to get away from an ogre that was chasing her. Another time she was a hero who’d valiantly saved a maiden from an evil goblin. When she was with Rumple he’d smile, sit her on the couch and bandage up her knees. He’d ask her if the ogre was big and scary and sneak her a lolly – he made sure to keep some on hand, it’s what Belle would have done. Her love for her parents, grandfather and two younger siblings is plentiful. She’s strong and will damn anyone who tries to hurt them. Once someone pushed her younger sibling to the ground and teased them. She was vicious in her response, Rumple had to intervene to keep her from attacking them. He doesn’t doubt that she would do anything to protect her family. Sometimes, upon consideration, he sees himself reflected in her words. (Don’t tell anyone - but he feels like Belle is his favourite. She helps him see – understand, not just know - for the first time what Belle Snr always told him. That his love makes him strong. Makes him good. For the first time in a long time – maybe even ever – he feels not just happy, but pride. In himself).

The second, Baely – named after her uncle of course – loved more than anything to dance and sing. She liked dressing up in pretty dresses and playing music. Rumple made her a gold dress, just like her grandmothers and Baely wore it for three days straight. The sisters fought at times, Baely likes to be clean and proper but Belle… doesn’t. Belle liked to rile her up, bringing dirt throughout the house, teasing her about her immaculately clean dresses. But they loved each other. They’d make up games, Belle would be the hero and Baely the princess trapped in a castle. Baely had a much softer temperament. She likes to be alone, and when the other children are out playing she often sits, studying and practicing her music. Rumple sees Belle thirst for knowledge in Baely’s passion. She’s constantly trying to learn something new, a new song she can sing or instrumental she can learn. Every time she learns a new song she runs to her Grandfather and excitedly plays it for him. She’s so good. Rumple thinks she’s the best musican in the world. She brings him to tears every time. Her smile is all Belle Snr and the excitement on her face is so adorable it’s almost heartbreaking. (Don’t tell anyone – but he feels like Baely is his favourite. She’s so joyful and happy, her music is so beautiful, that’s it’s impossible not to feel it too. She makes him feel the kind of happiness he didn’t think was possible when Belle died).  

The youngest, Malcolm, truly brings him to his knees. He sees Baelfire in him. In his curly dark hair, his steadfast resolve and his stubbornness. Malcolm knew what was right and wrong, and he stood up for what he believed in. Looking at him makes him feel sadness that even seeing Belle reflected in the two girls doesn’t. Losing Belle was devastating, but at the very least he knew that no matter what, he didn’t regret a single moment with her. Other than her death, every moment was perfect, every second was joyful and they lived the best life together they could. But Bae… God Bae. There are no words that could describe the sear agony that his death left in his wake. Every time Malcolm left the house, his heart beats faster in fear and the intense need to keep him close where he could see him was overwhelming. But he couldn’t. Malcolm – like his uncle – was desperate to get outside, to play with his friends. Rumple smiled, and agreed, hiding the fear in the pit of his stomach. Malcolm was the more social of the three children. He made friends with anyone. He didn’t just take after his uncle either. Rumple saw Belle’s kindness in him. Like both his uncle and his grandmother, Malcolm stood up for other children when they were being bullied. (Don’t tell anyone – But he feels like Malcolm is his favourite. Malcolm who stands up for the little guy, who sees injustices and does what he can to fights them. He makes Rumple feel hope for the future, knowing that Malcolm will be there, standing up for those who need it).

They get older and he doesn’t regret a single moment he spent with them. Each of them make him feel loved in a way that almost shatters him. When he – finally – sees Belle again he brings her stories of her grandchildren. She has tears in her eyes as she tells her that he got to be there for Belle Jnr’s first steps. He tells her Baely got accepted into the finest music school in the Enchanted Forest. She’ll be a star and get to attend balls with flowing gold dresses. Malcolm will bring joy to the whole world, he’ll make the world a better place. Afterwards Belle cries for hours. A deep agony rips through her at the lost time she didn’t get with them. Rumple holds her and whispers that they knew her, even if they haven’t met her yet. He – as well as Gideon and his spouse – made sure they knew her. They’d seen pictures, they’d heard the stories, they loved her. Eventually, in many, many decades they’ll met for her real. And love her even more.            

[jungkookienoona]

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 42: The Time The Tutor Experienced Something New

Co-written with @jiminieblush

Recommended Song: Eclipse by Kim Lip (LOOΠΔ/김립)

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Summary:

Erotic ice pops, eating peaches and snooping around lead to a very interesting day.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual content

Word Count: 5525

Length: 42/?

You closed the front door behind you before setting Miri down on the floor and letting her lead, having just come back from walking her. The pup scampered across the room towards her food bowl, understandably hungry after the exercise. Your own stomach rumbled so you went to the fridge to see what you could find for a light lunch.

Should you make enough for two? Since Jungkook said he would be over at around lunch time with some newfound information he wanted to share. You wondered what it could've been. Figuring he'd be coming from the company building and therefore probably been practicing, you grabbed enough ingredients for the both of you. Maybe a simple stir fry would be nice and warm you up from the  walk in the cooler air.

Speaking of cooler, you glanced at your freezer. You had seen a tutorial on tumblr on how to make... phallic shaped ice pops. So you tried your hand at it using one of your new dildos, the biggest one. The theory was: if it went well, then you could use it to practice blowjobs. The problem, of course, is that the ice pop would melt and shrink. But it would make a nice snack.

You set a pan on the stove and starting prepping some vegetables. After dumping them into the pan to cook, you went back to the freezer and grabbed one of the ice pops. Or should you say...dick pop. It was nice to see the pops had turned out the way you hoped. Though their size intimidated you... Since they didn't have plastic wrappers, you kept all the different flavours in a freezer bag.

Hm, the orange flavoured one looked rather appetising. Taking it out, you couldn't help but giggle. It kind of looked like a glass dildo. You remembered what the shop assistant had explained about glass dildos and how part of the appeal of glass sex toys was temperature play. Glass toys could be placed in freezers so they're cold and ice would not be needed. You couldn't really say you had much of an opinion on them since you hadn't even used a normal dildo yet. But the thought sent a chill down your spine.

Giving the ice pop a quick suck, you deemed the vegetables ready for noodles. Opening the fridge, you grabbed a small container of ready-to-fry egg noodles and your dark soy sauce. You kept all your sauces in the fridge. After adding the noodles and the sauce, you gave the pan a stir and altered the heat so it wouldn't burn.

As the temperature in the kitchen rose, the ice pop began melting more rapidly and you soon felt the stick becoming sticky with juice. It was just as you were about to wipe your fingers when there was a knock at the door followed by a bark.

"The door is unlocked!" You shouted.

You removed the pan from the hob and dished the contents into 2 bowls.

The sound of the door opening made the fact Jungkook was about to witness you sucking on a dick pop come to the forefront of your mind. Shit. You didn't think this through.

"Hey, pretty girl..."

There was an excited bark followed by the thunk of what you assumed was Jungkook's shoes hitting the floor.

You wrapped your lips around the ice pop, teeth gripping it slightly as you carried the bowls over to the table. Padding feet made their way into the kitchen area and Jungkook's familiar chuckle greeted your ears.

"Aren't ice lollies normally a dessert or a hot day treat?"

You removed said treat from your lips, "I got a bit peckish."

Jungkook's jaw dropped as his wide eyes stared at your chosen snack.

"Is that... a dick?"

You locked eyes. "Maybe."

He blinked and stepped closer so you popped the treat back in your mouth.

"Let me see," he said, taking hold of your wrist and pulling to release the lolly.

You fought to keep your wrist in place, tongue working over the icy surface hoping that it would melt into a less incriminating shape. But alas, Jungkook won the battle.

"It is! Noo-Jagi, why do you have dick shaped ice lollies? And huge ones at that?!"

You had to come up with an excuse fast. Sending a quick mental apology to Chubs you decided she would be your scapegoat.

"Chubs got them for me..."

Silence. He licked his lips and scratched his cheek before finally speaking.

"C-Chubs got them for you...?"

You nodded. She hadn't, not really anyway. She'd sent you a link to the moulding supplies and mentioned making them so you'd found the tutorial on Tumblr. But it was easier to blame her than explain your plan.

"Y-yeah... I think I'll just finish this later otherwise the stir fry will get cold."

He nodded, somewhat awkwardly, then let go of your wrist in favour of seating himself at the table. Maybe a little too quickly. You shrugged off his behaviour and opened a draw to get a freezer bag. Since the ice pop was already partially melted you didn't want it sticking to the others.

After putting it back, you asked if he wanted a drink while opening the fridge door. He didn't reply and you turned around to find him staring at the freezer, lip caught between his teeth as if in deep thought.

"BunBun?"

He shook his head, as if snapping out of a daze. "Huh? What?"

"Are you thirsty?"

He shook his head again and crossed his arms.

"What? No. Why would I be thirsty? Of course not..."

You shrugged. "I was just wondering..."

You grabbed a can of Pepsi and joined Jungkook at the table. Subconsciously, your tongue swept along your lips to pick up the remaining sticky residue from the ice pop before picking up your chopsticks. You took a mouthful of vegetables and looked up to find Jungkook mid-chew and staring at you with wide eyes.

You quickly chewed the food in your mouth and swallowed.

"What is it? Do you not like It?"

He gulped down his own mouthful. "No! It's great Jagi... I'm just... rather... daydreamy today."

"Oh?" You raised a brow, "what's on your mind?"

"Just comeback stuff."

You narrowed your brows, noticing the way his voice cracked on the last word.

"Are you sure?" You reached across the table to hold his hand. "You can always talk to me."

His lip was once again caught between his teeth, probably thinking if he should tell you.

"Jungkook, baby, you can talk to me about anything."

And just like that he blurted out, "I'm hard cause you were sucking on that fucking ice dick!"

You felt your jaw drop as you stared at each other in silence. He cleared his throat and shovelled a heap of noodles into his mouth.

Lowering your gaze to your bowl, you pushed around your food.

"So you're...like, turned on right now."

"Uh... yeah... sorry..."

You stifled a giggle.

He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his. "Which reminds me, I did a bit of research and I found something out..."

"What was it?"

His cheeks reddened as he too started playing with his food. "When aroused enough... a woman's... womanhood can expand by 200%. So if you were 2 inches, when turned on you would be 6 inches... I think... Maths isn't my strong suit."

Heat instantly rose to your cheeks until they matched his.

"Y-you looked that up?"

"I was worried about it! And I know you were too. So now we don't have to."

You managed a smile and took his hand again.

"I guess that is...comforting."

He returned your smile and you went back to eating, though you ended up nearly choking thanks to what he said next.

"By the way, Kitten, if you ever want something to suck on, I have something between my thighs that might satisfy you."

You struck his calf with your foot beneath the table and coughed to clear your throat.

"Doesn't taste so good though."

He pouted, "Flavoured condoms are a thing that exist."

"Still wouldn't be as refreshing."

He flicked a pea at you. "You're such a tease."

You threw him a smirk before tucking into your food before it had a chance to get cold.

After eating, Jungkook had moved into your living room to watch one of your Marvel dvds while you washed up in the kitchen. It kind of amused you how he was becoming more open about sexual topics, seemingly becoming more confident after the blow job despite your admitted fear of his size. And you took a moment to evaluate your position too. Admittedly, you were proud of yourself for every step of progress being made. Things were good. Life was good. And most importantly, you were happy.

With that in mind, you finished drying the last item then reclaimed your 'dick pop' from the freezer. A nice refreshing treat to enjoy during the film... and torture Jungkook further. You had to admit, you were curious as to how much self restraint he had and how he would deal with any... arising issues... You went into the living room and awed at the sight of Miri curled up on Jungkook's lap chewing on her favourite toy. The sound alerted him of your presence and he frowned at treat in your mouth. You simply smiled and plopped down next to him, lifting his arm and cuddling against his side.

"Couldn't you have waited to finish that until after I had left?"

You released the lolly with a 'pop'. "Nope. It tastes too good."

A drop of the juice from the melting treat trickled down the side of it, causing your to trail you tongue up its length to catch it before it could make your hand sticky. There was a sigh and he shifted causing Miri to look around at him, her sweet face obviously annoyed.

"Just don't watch me eat it if you're getting uncomfortable."

"But I can hear you sucking on it too. It almost sounds like porn. And did you realise you've been quietly moaning as you do so?"

"No I haven't!" You exclaimed. "You must be imagining it."

"Am not!"

You pouted and rest your head on his shoulder. "It's hard not to make noises when eating an ice lolly.”

He let out what sounded like a pained groan then moved Miri off his lap to next to you.

"Thinking about it, I'm still hungry. I'm gonna raid your fridge."

With Miri no longer covering his lap, you couldn't not notice he had a not so little problem as he got up and made his way to the kitchen. Patting your thighs, Miri made herself comfy on your lap and you ran your hand through her fluff wondering what Jungkook would find in your fridge. Though you didn't have to wait long. Soon he was coming back with a little dish and plopped down beside you.

"What you got there?"

He smirked. "A nice juicy peach to eat."

You peeked into the dish and saw he had a peach cut in half with the seed removed. You didn't even know you had peaches. Though the innuendo wasn't missed on you.

You turned your gaze to the Thor film on the TV and went back to sucking on your ice pop. An over the top moan caught your attention.

"It tastes so sweet."

From the corner of your eye you could see his wasn't biting into it. Instead he was licking and sucking at an individual piece. It reminded you of those porn gifs that sometimes appeared on your tumblr dash.

Another moan. Without looking you nudged him in the side.

"Stop it..."

He turned to you with wide innocent eyes, peach juice covering his lips and chin. "Stop what Kitten?"

"Stop eating out a peach slice!"

"Only when you stop blowing your dick lolly!"

He raised a brow when you huffed and licked the lolly stubbornly.

"You're just jealous it's not you."

Knowing the he was looking at you, you tried to fit as much of the ice pop into your mouth as possible... which made you start choking. Probably wasn't your smartest idea but it seemed to have the desired effect.

"Jesus, fuck." Jungkook groaned.

He set his dish on the coffee table and stole your frozen treat from you, making it join his abandoned peach.

"You're covered in juice."

"So are you."

His hand cupped the back of your neck, drawing you closer to him, "Wanna help me clean up?"

You could smell the sickly sweetness of the fruit and closed the gap between you, pecking his lips then licking your own.

"Hmm... I'm not sure if orange and peach go well together."

His hands went to your hips and pulled you onto his lap. The commotion had Miri jumping off the sofa and making her way to her bed.

"Who gives a shit."

Okay. Where did this Jungkook come from?

Any answers to the question were dismissed from your mind the second his lips connected with yours. The kiss was a world away from the previous peck. One hand travelled to the back of your neck, holding you to him as he deepened the kiss. If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you had never been kissed like that before. Hell, your ex had never ever been as intense as Jungkook. If he did the do with the intensity of how he kissed... you were going to have your world shaken when the time came.

You broke the kiss for a breath and swiped your thumb across his chin, gathering the remaining sticky juice then licking it off. He held your gaze all the while, eyes burning with an unfamiliar intensity that had your stomach doing flips.

"Stop being such a goddamn tease, Kitten."

Well... you would never see that nickname the same way again.

"Do you call me Kitten when you're turned on?"

He licked his lips. "Think you know the answer to that already."

And, boy, did you. You could feel his hardness pressing against your inner thigh and let out a small gasp when his thighs suddenly tensed beneath you. God you loved his thighs. A quiet moan was drawn out from you when he used his grip on your hips to make you grind down against him. Was he having you ride his thighs?

You weren't oblivious to the effects he was having on you already. How your flush extended from head to toe, heart pounding in anticipation of his next move. He caught you in yet another kiss, hands still encouraging you to rock against him. Your hands left his neck to grip the hem of your thick sweater and hike it up to around your chest. You broke apart for a split second as you pulled the item off and tossed it aside.

"Oh man holy shit."

You giggled. "You say that like you didn't have to dress me when my elbow was broken."

"We were only friends then. I couldn't allow myself to think of you as I do now."

You gave him a disbelieving look, smirking as he became a bit sheepish.

"Well... there was the time your onesie was undone... and you didn't have a bra on... and I saw. Which is why I had a shower."

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his crimson cheek.

"I knew something was up...pardon the pun."

He groaned and rest his head against your shoulder.

"I felt so guilty."

"For unzipping my onesie in your sleep or for getting off to me in the shower?"

He playfully bit the junction between your shoulder and neck but not hard enough to leave a mark.

"Don't be rude, you'll kill the mood."

You gripped the hair at the base of neck and tugged at it until he was looking up at you. A faint moan slipped through his lips as you repeated the action and rolled your hips slowly against his again.

"Dare to leave a mark on me and I'll be as rude as I want, baby."

His head tipped back as his hips thrusted up to meet yours.

"Oh? Do you like being called Baby?"

A snap of his hips seemed as if to answer your question. His eyes fluttered open and settled on your chest.

"C-can I touch...?"

"I-I don't..." You swallowed. "Just don't take my bra off."

He nodded obediently and captured you in a fleeting kiss before moving his lips to your jaw and began littering feather light kisses down your neck to chest.

"I'm so fucking lucky. You're beautiful."

If it weren't for the fact you were already flushed, you probably would've turned red at his words.

"I love you." You whispered, running your fingers through his hair.

"I love you too, Kitten."

He placed a kiss on the swell of your breast, a hand snaking up to cup the other. You were pretty sure you felt his tongue sneak out as he trailed his lips back up to your neck. A shiver tingled down your spine as goosebumps bloomed across your skin. All the hairs on your body stood on end as the pad of his thumb brushed over your hardened nipple which had become visible through the thin material of the bra you wore.

The more attention he littered your neck with the more wanton mewls slipped past your lips. You returned the favour by shifting to grind directly down onto his hard on resulting in his own groans getting smothered in your neck.

"Fuck that feels good."

The hand that was still on your hip reached round to grip your ass. His breaths grew shorter, sharper, with every roll of your hips against his. And you would be lying if you said that you weren't so turned on that you couldn't see yourself stopping until the tension in your stomach finally snapped.

Your legs started to shake as the knot in you tighten. That was new. You hadn't felt that before. Could it be that... you were about to cum?

"Oh fuck... Kookie."

He pulled away only to go straight for your lips as he palmed your breast and kneaded your ass.

"Please tell me you're close, Kitten. I don't think I'll last much longer."

"I-I think-k so-"

The sudden sharp thrust of his hips up into yours sent moans spilling from your lips.

"C-cum with m-me.”

Your hips seemed to gain a mind of their own as they sped up against his, chasing your first release. You found yourself whining as the tension increased. How much more would it take? Jungkook took advantage of your parted lips to capture them again and kiss you deeply, his tongue caressing your own. Your fingers fisted his hair, pulling hard enough to definitely hurt, while simultaneously the grip on your ass tightened.

"Shit! I-I'm gonna-"

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck."

Jungkook's hips stuttered against your own, head falling to your shoulder when he finally came with a cry of your name. But still, his hold on your never loosened as he rode out his orgasm and determined to make you join him in his blissed state. One final high pitched whine from you and the tension finally released. Holy shit. You just came. You came for the first time and it was via dry humping with your top off. It almost felt like something that should've happened during your secondary school years.

You could feel the quaking of your thighs and the warmth between them. You pressed your face into Jungkook's hair as the two of you caught your breath and reality filtered back in.

He'd stopped all movements and wound both arms around your lower back, rubbing soothing circles on your bare skin.

"So... you're an... ass man." You managed to get out and felt his chuckle vibrate against you.

"Of course, but breasts are good too. And both of them are equally good when it comes to you."

You giggled and hugged his neck. The silence that ensued was far from comfortable as the realisation that the two of you had just dry humped to the point of orgasm dawned on you.

"Maybe we should...uh, change..."

"Yeah... we probably should... I can't believe I came in my pants like a horny teen."

You shuffled back a bit to grin down at him. "I can't believe I came. Nearly 2 years in a sexual relationship and that had never happened before."

A cocky smirk appeared on Jungkook's face. "And I didn't even have to touch you down there to make it happen."

Unsure how to answer without inflating his ego further, you pecked his cheek then climbed off his lap, pulling your discarded sweater back on.

Ew. You definitely needed to change. He followed you into the bedroom where he found a pair of clean sweats in one of your drawers and went into the bathroom to change. After grabbing some fresh undies and jeans, you flopped onto your bed. Your legs felt almost like jelly thanks to the effects of your orgasm and straddling Jungkook's lap for such a period of time. The hard thumping of your heart against your ribs had finally calmed down and you let out a sigh. So that was what you had been missing out on.

It didn't seem as amazing as fanfictions had made you believe. But then again, when you had been doing research on orgasms, you did come across something that said ones caused by just clit stimulation were less... powerful. The sound of the toilet flushing pulled you from your thoughts and you sat up as Jungkook walked in the room. He was holding his balled up jeans and underwear and you told him to leave them in your hamper. He didn't bring a bag with him and didn't want the other members noticing his messed clothes in fear of another round of teasing.

You hopped off your bed and went into the bathroom to change. The weird feeling in your legs having disappeared when waiting for Jungkook to finish. You quickly cleaned up and dressed then went back into the bedroom only to find it empty. After dropping your dirty clothes in the hamper, you checked in the kitchen and found him discarding of his half-eaten peach in the bin.

"What a waste of food. How dare you distract me from eating to make out."

Jungkook jumped, startled by your voice.

"You took your sweet time changing.”

You shrugged. "Had to clean up."

He nodded and went to the sink to pour away your melted ice lolly. He went to turn on the tap and you made a noise of protest.

"Just leave it. I'll clean up."

"You said it was my fault you never got to finish your lolly so let me at least wash one bowl."

He had a point.

"Fine."

He grinned at you and turned on the tap, waiting for the water to heat up.

"By the way, while you were changing I had time to snoop around and found something rather interesting."

Oh god. Please not the dildos. Please not the dildos!

"I don't know what they're called," he started, brows pinched together in confusion. "But it's one of those things that goes around your waist and laces up at the back..."

You let out a breath. "You mean a corset?"

He repeated the word then nodded. "Yeah!”

Your cheeks flushed but relief flooded through you that he hadn't found your other little collection.

"Oh those... I started getting the when I was 15. My mum bought my very first one. Most of them are fashion corsets but one is for waist training."

He raised a brow in interest.

"Aren't they painful to wear? And why would you want your waist to be smaller. It's perfect as it is."

"You kind of get used to them... though it's annoying you can't slouch. As for the waist training one... I bought that one cause it was pretty and on sale. I don't do it up as tight as you're meant to."

You self-consciously played with the hem of your sweater. It was strange having to explain your corsets to someone. Most people assumed you bought them for spicing up your sex life, your ex included. But in truth you bought them because you loved how they looked.

Jungkook quickly washed up the dish, putting it on the drying rack and turned to face you, "There's one I thought was very pretty. It was black with segments of red floral patterns. It looked like it was a halter neck with clasps at the front."

You knew the one he meant. That one was your favourite one. His face lit up when you told him so.

"I can see why...they'd look great with those leather trousers that make your butt look great."

You averted your eyes away from him, the heat in your cheeks growing, "M-maybe I'll let you see me wear it one day... with some makeup too...”

His smile grew to reveal his dimple and you felt a shy smile upon your own lips.

"If you wanted to."

You weren't that confident in your body, preferring to wear baggy clothes to hide yourself. Curse the harsh words that were thrown at you as a child, you still couldn't grow past them. But you could almost imagine the outfit in your mind. The leather trousers and the corset paired with your leather jacket and boots finished off with a light dusting of dark coloured makeup.

You nodded with a touch more confidence.

"I will. One day."

"One day..." He drawled, inching his way closer to you. "Is that day soon?"

You shrugged. "It's a surprise."

His hands came to rest on your waist to draw you closer to him, "Hmm, is that so? I can't wait to see how it would look on you. I bet it would look ten times sexier when you're wearing it."

You hooked your arms around his neck and gave a half-hearted shrug.

"I guess you'll have to wait and see."

He chuckled and pecked you on the lips.

"Don't think about it too hard," you said, mouth quirking into a smirk. "I don't have another pair of trousers for you to change into."

It was his turn to shrug. "I could always take these off. After all, you didn't get to finish your ice dick."

You gasped and lightly pinched the back of his neck.

"In your dreams, Baby."

He kissed your forehead, "For now. I won't rush you into anything. But don't think I've forgotten that I still need to return the favour for what you did the other day."

"You did. You cooked me dinner."

He moved his head beside yours until you could feel the warmth of his breath ghost over the shell of your ear.

"Remember earlier? How good it felt to finally cum? The pleasure, the release." You gulped. "Don't you want to feel that again, but more? That'll be me returning the favour properly."

A shiver travelled down your spine, sorely tempted to take him up on the offer. But god dammit you had already done something sexual today. You weren't some horny fucking teenager.

"H-how ab-bout another day?"

He lifted his head and grinned.

"Whenever you're ready."

Honestly you didn't know where this new side of Jungkook was coming from. You were used to seeing him being confident and sexy on stage. Was this new development his stage persona bleeding into his normal everyday self? Or had he always been like this but was just hiding it? You really couldn't tell. Either way you were going to have to accept that your sweet BunBun was one teasing fucker.

"Pervert."

You couldn't help yourself, it just slipped out.

"Says the girl who writes porn about me."

"It's not porn!"

"It's literary porn."

You stepped back and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Porn is made for people to get off to. My smut serves a difference purpose. You know that."

"Only people who know you or ask know that. I must admit when I read that 'vampire au' oneshot you wrote... it very much seemed like porn to me."

He had read... he had read your very first smut. The smut that you had since deleted. He had read that piece of shit full of errors and tense changes. You wanted to die.

You turned your back to him and covered your face with your hands with an embarrassed squeal. His giggles filled the room and you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders.

"Aww~ is someone embarrassed."

You gave a muffled "yes" and resisted his efforts to turn you around and face him. Once he realised he couldn't get you to face him, he opted for hugging you from behind.

"Jagi~ when are you going to re-upload it?"

"Never."

"Why not~" he whined. "I liked it."

He... liked it?

"It was a piece of garbage. I wanted to rewrite it but I don't have the inspiration like I did before."

"Oh, Jagi~" he sighed, and when he went to peel your hands off your face you let him. "I know the feeling. How disappointing it can be when you want to write but can't. I'm always here if you want some help."

You nodded and turned around. "Chubs has tried to help me but I just can't bring myself to start it again."

He nuzzled into your neck, his breath fanning against the sensitive skin there. "I don't think she can help you the same way I can," and with that he nipped at your neck.

Another shiver went down your spine. Curse your weak points.

"Are... are you suggesting... acting... it out...?"

He hummed, the vibrations going straight through you. "If you think that would help."

Be strong. You had to be strong. Why was he being such a tease? You should've hidden your corsets better. If he hadn't of found them then the entire conversation would've happened.

"So you're a kinky pervert. If only I had known that before agreeing to date you."

"I doubt that would have changed your mind."

What was that supposed to mean? Before you could ask, his lips left your neck and he stepped back leaving you suddenly cold without his warmth. His hand went to his back pocket and pulled out his vibrating phone.

"Ah shit. I forgot I needed to be at the dorm tonight. We have to be up early to film the MV."

And, suddenly, the fangirl in you was awake.

"Really?!" He nodded. "Then go! Go home and get some rest and eat a good dinner or whatever you do the night before a filming."

You'd started ushering him towards the door making him stumble and giggle.

"Cute." He pouted, "Ah, I hate that I'm going to be busy for the next couple of days. Your time is gonna be all taken up soon as well as mine."

You pecked him on the cheek. "I know but ARMY is waiting for you. Now get moving."

You smacked his butt as he bent over to put his shoes on earning you a glare.

"Do that again and I'll stay."

You gave him a sweet smile and picked up Miri who had trotted into the room to say goodbye.

"Miri, say bye to appa."

Jungkook stopped mid way through putting on a timberland to stare at you.

"What?"

"You told her to say bye to appa..."

You smiled. "She's our baby. You said so the day I moved in. You may have corrected yourself, but you were right."

He quickly slipped his foot into the boot and tied the lace. Standing up straight he cradled your face in his hands and peck you on the lips.

"I swear you do something that makes me fall deeper for you every day."

You swore your heart melted into a puddle at your feet.

"I feel the same."

Your lips met again in a sweet tender kiss only to be broken by the feel of something wet against your chin.

"Ew~" you wiped away the spit making Jungkook laugh.

"I don't think our baby likes it when we kiss."

He patted the pup on the head with a smile. You could almost feel the happiness radiating off him.

"Maybe I should move in with you so that I can spend as much time with my two favourite girls as possible."

Your heart rate picked up, "Don't people normally date for a year or two before deciding to move in with each other?"

He laughed when your jaw dropped in shock and cupped your cheek.

"I'm only joking. It's a bit too soon for that."

You scrunched your nose, "If I die of a heart attack I'm blaming you."

He laughed again and with one final kiss, he was waving goodbye with a sweet, "I love you~"

You lifted Miri's paw to wave goodbye.

"We love you too~"

[adventureswithartie]

The first draft of my wedding speech

Today I imagine, if we were successful in organising a secret wedding, has been a surprise for you. It's been tough telling lots of lies to you all!

We planned today as we did, so we could, without pressure, create the most perfect day for us, surrounded by those nearest and closest to us. It also means you haven't had to buy us expensive wedding gifts!

We have spent the last 6 weeks (yes we organised all of this in 6 weeks!) living on adrenaline and excitement.

I cannot thank all of you enough for being here. We needed to spend our magical day with all of you.

When I first met Aaron, I thought a number of things. I thought he was a bit of a dork, a perfectionist; an all or nothing kind of person. I thought he was thoughtful, caring and kind. I also thought he was gorgeous - with sparkling long lashed blue eyes and a really really nice bum.

Aaron was my friend first. Now he is my best friend.

One of my favourite quotes is: "sunshine through the clouds".

Aaron, is quite simply, my sunshine.

Since meeting & falling in love with Aaron, I have learnt such a lot. About him, about life; about myself.

I have learnt such a lot about love. About what love is. About what it means to explicitly, exclusively, utterly love & adore another human being. To be unconditionally and wholly connected to another person. To look into the future and only see him. To feel secure and safe and happy.

Greek mythology describes how when Zeus made humans, he made them with four arms, four legs and two heads. They were strong and fearless beings and Zeus feared their power united. Because of his fear, he separated the human body into two and condemned them to a life apart, searching fruitlessly throughout the whole world for the other half of them. Their soulmate.

I read about this many years ago and romantically adored the sentiment. I vowed to never tell that story until I met the other half of me.

What is a soulmate? To me, it is taking care of one another, putting his socks in the washing basket because he doesn't, spending your time together, baking special ginger biscuits, loving one another. It is, going to the supermarket and buying 20 bags of sweet & salted popcorn because you know he loves it. It is forgiveness. It is middle of the night talks and cuddles. It is filling the freezer with ice lollies and buying lots of grapefruit when she has weird pregnancy cravings. It is catching him dancing in the mirror and him being really embarrassed about it and calling it shoulder exercises... Oops sorry Aaron! It is accepting and adoring the person, simply for themselves. It is finding out the embarrassing and cringy stories of the past and not teasing them too often about it (but often enough).It is learning of their little idiosyncrasies and loving them even more for each of your discoveries. It is disagreeing about the requirement of a string quartet in the Registry Office (what low key wedding?). It is laughing. A lot. It is making a special trip to a restaurant to persuade them to let you buy a certain hot sauce that she likes. It is supporting the other selflessly. It is laughing at one another's crap jokes. It is not getting too frustrated when she annoyingly passenger seat drives. It is facing obstacles and difficulties together and being united, always. It is about seeking the perfect cuddle chair and getting weird looks as you sit in it together for long periods of time in Next and put the world to rights. It is about excitedly creating and building a life together for yourselves. It is about cheese stories (it's a great story trust me... Basically we went to a hotel and ordered room service. On the menu, there was an option to have cheese for main course AND for dessert). It is friendship. It is our first joint present together being a label maker and spending afternoons labelling everything in the house. It is selfless. It is correcting my grammar mistakes and me telling you to piss off. It is understanding one another. It is give & take. It is comfort and safety. It is simple and complicated and magical all rolled into one. It is fighting for one another and overcoming all obstacles to be together. It is putting the other first; and the other in return putting you first. It is laughing together, even when you didn't think you could laugh. It is compromise. It is love.

Today, I married the love of my life.

It is one of three greatest days in my life.

One, was when our incredible, beautiful son was born.

The other to add to today, was the day we decided to be together. To 'make it official'. To fight together, to be together.

The past year has, as you know, been both the worst and best in my life.

I didn't expect to prepare for this day without my mum. It is a given that she would be there. Mums would typically cry at every single wedding dress you try on (yes, even the really awful ones - but your mum thinks you are beautiful in whatever you wear), tries to bully you into inviting a random long lost relative you don't even like, complaining about your menu choices, venue, everything you pick. Your mum would typically excitedly pick a new hat and gushes with pride to anyone and everyone about your upcoming big day and obviously telling them the major role she played in organising your perfect day. She is supposed to listen and support whilst you have a melt down about looking fat in your dress, worrying about the flowers, fretting about the table plan, forgetting vegetarians when organising the menu. She is supposed to cry like a newborn child as she helps you dress, gets tipsy drinking fizzy wine.

At least, I think that's what she is meant to do.

I know though, that our Debs, would have simply loved every moment of this. In reality, she would have listened to me talk excitedly about our plans (I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to keep our surprise wedding a secret from her - I'm too transparent & she would have known, that we were planning something far beyond Arthur's naming ceremony). It has been really hard work lying to everyone! She would have helped me calm down when I worried about the small details and she would have helped me find the solutions to problems. She would have worried with me, laughed with me and cried with me. She would certainly have stereotypically cried at every dress, but she would have sobbed when I tried on the perfect one.

Thinking about planning today and how she would have felt and what she would have done, what I do know for certain is that she loved my groom. My husband.

She loved him the moment she first spoke to him through Facebook messenger (having religiously, meticulously Facebook stalked him - in fact, she told me things about Aaron she had discovered that I didn't even know). She said he looked nice at his last wedding!

She loved him when he first gave us some advice and helped us get her to the hospital when she was unwell.

She loved him when I shared more & more about him and whilst I fell in love with him.

She loved him when she first met him in person - she told me he was lovely and handsome and kind. She commented on our ease and contentment together.

She loved him when he sent her messages and her messages to him - whether she was worrying about me (& he reassured her I was ok), or she asking him to bring her bottles of Sprite or Heinz tomato soup or he was drunkenly sending her texts.

She loved him when he, rather unsubtly may I add, asked me to go outside whilst he spoke to her about something whilst she was in castle hill hospital. I knew at the time he was asking her permission to propose to me. Unbeknownst to me, he showed her a picture of the beautiful ring he had designed. She put on her glasses to see the picture and looked over the top and said "it is lovely". She also said not to rush (yet here we are, less than a year later, standing before you married!)!

She loved him when he supported me, took care of me, kept me safe and well, held me, talked to me, loved me.

She loved him when she knew that though she would not always be there, Aaron would. She knew that he would love me, and I him and we would build a life together for ourselves.

She loved him for his incredible family, who she knew would also love me too. She took much comfort knowing I was so graciously, so openly accepted into his family. That they would help me and care for me and support me. I will always be so thankful to Cathie & Jonathan for Aaron. I am so thankful to you for creating him and raising him to be the incredible person that stands before you today. I am so thankful you created Harriet and Emma and Becca who are three sisters to me too and adoring aunties to our son. I am thankful for Annabell who we had to let her in on the secret (otherwise she would be in London right now house sitting for her friend! - thank you for helping me get dressed today!). I am utterly grateful to you for being such doting and loving grandparents to Arthur. Thank you for making the promises you did to my mum and for wholly following them through and taking care of me.

I wish, so desperately wish, that she were here to partake in today. As we all wish with those we love who are no longer here, it is difficult to learn to live without them by your side. I am grateful and always will be, that she met and knew and loved my husband. That though she does not stand along side us today, she will never be far away from us.

I wish to thank you for being here today.

To thank you for your friendships. To thank you for your support. You know who you are.

My bridesmaids - I'm sorry I've taken away the hen do... We can still have a hen do can't we? Thank you for being my friends and for accepting to be my bridesmaids, I love you all dearly. Let's definitely have a hen do.

My lovely sister, who is beautiful and kind and strong - you have been my advisor throughout my life. Sometimes we have argued (thanks Dad for making us be friends again when we argued as children - forcing us to hug one another whilst we simultaneously glared at you and hated you for making us). I asked you to be my chief bridesmaid - partly because you promised lots of strippers for the hen do, but mostly because you truly are my best friend and I love you. I'm so proud of you and proud to be your sister. I'll throw the bouquet in your direction, ok? Sorry James... Can we still have a hen do?

My dad & step mum gill - thank you for teaching me how to handle my drink, for making me laugh and making me confident and unable to be embarrassed by anything. Thank you for advising me and still letting me make my own mistakes. I'll mention the mustard story here... It's the story my dad proudly tells. I was a toddler and we were having dinner. On the table was a jar of english mustard with a teaspoon in it. I reached for it and gradually put it closer and closer to my mouth... My dad told me repeatedly not to put it in my mouth, not to eat it, it would hurt... Yet I still closed my mouth around a heaped teaspoon of english mustard. Perhaps a harsh lesson I learnt, but you taught me right from wrong and let me make my own choices. I'm sure you regretted that when the police knocked on the door with a very drunk 15 year old me.

Thank you for raising me, pushing me and teaching me not to be afraid. I love you both. Gill, thank you for making my dad so happy and for loving him. Thank you today dad for walking me down the aisle.

My grandparents, who have spoilt me from the day I was born. Grandparents have a very special relationship with their grandchildren. It's filled with love and laughter. I'm so lucky to have my mama, grandad Bob and grandad cliff to help my parents raise me. I love you all very much.

Ron. Thank you. Thank you for all of those times you stood up for me. For teaching me to be stubborn - yes I think I get that from you. When you met my mum, all of those years ago, she was unhappy. But you came into her life and showed her happiness. You supported her and in turn supported us. You never shouted at me when I came home worse for wear and came to wake you up to drunkenly tell you all about my evening and that I loved you. In fact, you remarked how boring your life was once I moved out. Luckily for you I came back a couple of times... Sorry about that! These past few months, you've been not just a dad, you've been my mum too. I ring you now at 10pm on a night and speak to you when I need advice or reassurance. You've been a rock, solid and reliable. You're an amazing grandad - you cuddle him and play with him for hours at a time; and it's still not enough for you. I'm so glad you walked me down the aisle today. Thank you. I love you so much.

Arthur. My beautiful boy, my ray of sunshine. Our son - we love you so much. I never knew it was possible to feel this level of love and adoration for a tiny human being. You and your daddy have made me smile; and kept me smiling. I promise that we will always love you and support you and you can be whoever you want to be.

We wanted today to be about us. To us, it is the marriage that is the most important thing, but it has felt very important that our wedding reflected how we wanted to marry. Simply, and surround by those we love. Maybe we will have a blessing one day soon and have a big free for all party, we are still undecided, but for now, the right thing for Aaron and I was to get married, be married, surrounded by all of you. It has been very difficult lying to you all so furiously for the past few weeks, I've been all over the place trying to remember what I've said to who and keep stopping myself from excitedly blurting it all out. I hope we managed to truly surprise you... Just know that today is absolutely exactly how we want it. I speak for us both when I say how truly happy we are to be husband and wife.

It is times like these that make you realise just how lucky you truly are. I knew when I met Aaron, that he was one of a kind. I knew that I had found the love of my life and my soulmate. Lucky for me, I only had to wait for 23 years to find him. I am so blessed to have met a man who makes me a better person. It's corny and romantic I know, but it is so true. He makes me want to be better, for him but also for me. He has taught me how it feels to be so in love and to know that as long as you are together, you will always be ok. That you can get through anything.

He is the most incredible father to our little boy and when I watch them together my heart swells to bursting. I watch sometimes on a quiet evening spent at home with my boys and cannot believe how incredible lucky I am to have such a beautiful family. We are the core.

I have married the love of my life today and I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

I'm only going to make one toast today, if you could please join me and raise your glass to the love of my life, my husband, Aaron. To Aaron.