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Good Girl (M)

Plot: Good girls always had a bad side to them, and some people just brought that out – whether it be a shitty dorm mate or her boyfriend.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, slight angst(?), highschool au!

Warnings: Being blessed by the Jungcock, cheating, oral (giving), praising, implied masturbation

Notes: I hope this smut will make up how slow I’m becoming. I can’t help it because exams. And I can’t believe It hit 140+ followers???? What the heck???? How?? Thank you so much. I feel so great about that. 2,042 Words

Ecstasy | masterlist

Originally posted by jeonify

You were probably one of the most angelic people in your year. You were always kind, got good grades, did your homework – it was a shame you were stuck with a bitch as a roommate. Kim Jenna was always out partying, high-key manipulative, and just got around a lot. 

It was a surprise people actually liked her more than you.

Maybe it was because she was prettier, You pondered sometimes. Maybe it was because she actually talked to everyone, and didn’t just sit alone during lunch. Insecurity was probably the bane of your existence when you were around Jenna, especially since she teased you.

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Latinx x Superhero x Queer

Two films are currently playing in theaters with latinx LGBT representation.

The reboot of the ‘90s children’s TV show Power Rangers is the first big-budget superhero movie to feature an LGBT protagonist.

During Power Rangers’ second act, there’s a scene in which the titular heroes learn that the Yellow Ranger, Trini (portrayed by Mexican American singer Becky G.), is coming to terms with her sexual orientation, with one character assuming she’s having “boyfriend problems,” and soon realizing
that perhaps she’s actually having “girlfriend problems.”

A young Rictor makes his debut in the film “Logan”. Portrayed by Latino actor Jayson Genao, Rictor is a mutant child experiment of Dr. Zander Rice
from Transigen lab escapes Transigen lab along with other children. He helps led the group across the border of Mexico where there is a safe haven for mutant kind.

The Rictor of Logan shares the same seismic powers as his comic book counterpart. His origin is different, but the idea of him being a young mutant used for sinister purposes is still present.

In X-Factor comic #45, in 2009, Rictor kissed Shatterstar. The two character first on-panel kiss became the first male-male kiss between two mainstream male superheroes in mainstream Marvel comic book history.

Fans probably shouldn’t expect the young actor from Logan to reprise his role in the X-Force movie, but it’s one more X-Force character in the film universe’s continuity.

True LGBTQ allies don’t question publicly how a person identifies.

I wasn’t always out at work. My girl put an engagement ring on my finger two years into our relationship, and I let the guys at work assume my “boyfriend” proposed. We were together six years before I found the courage to come out at my job. Maybe people speculated, but I went along with their hetero assumptions because I worried I would lose my job. I felt sick every time someone brought up relationships. It was awful. I didn’t feel safe, and at the same time, I felt so much shame hiding my girl, hiding my truth.

Still, I would have been devastated if someone had outed me at work, or speculated about my sexuality with others.

We’ve been together 21+ years now, and though I believe that acceptance of equal marriage and LGBTQ rights is directly tied to our visibility, I would never, ever ask someone who choses to remain closeted to come out. I would not discuss or speculate about their orientation publicly. I would respect their choices, even if it meant accepting their attempts to fit in to hetero norms. How could I ever possibly know the specific challenges they face?

Now that I’m out in every aspect of life, I’ve been questioned and challenged by straight people many times. A close friend and colleague actually said to me, “I don’t think you’re really a lesbian.” (I’m more of a four on the Kinsey scale, but he doesn’t even know what that is, so “lesbian” is fine.) I’ve had people ask me if I’m sure of my sexuality, because I “don’t seem gay.” Most people assume my son’s father and I are divorced and my wife is our son’s stepmother. (Nope.) 

So, when people speculate in public forums–offline and online–about someone’s sexuality, it pisses me off. If I say I’m queer, I’m queer–until I tell you something different. If a person says they are straight, they’re straight–until they tell you differently. 

True LGBTQ allies respect how a person identifies. Period.

By my side

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: say Yoongi gets up in the middle of the night cause he randomly got an idea for a song so he goes out to the living room to work on it. And his girl comes waddling out wearing his shirt and some cute frilly panties rubbing her eyes and whining like “Teddy~” and he’s all like “Teddy wtf” and she’s like “Cause you’re my teddy bear~ And I can’t sleep without my teddy bear~“ 

Originally posted by yoongijae

In the middle of the dream you weren’t having something started to wake you up. You felt the bed shift but just assumed that your boyfriend had turned over in his sleep. You reach out to hold him closer but your arm lands on the empty bedside next to you. Your eyes start to open and of course, Yoongi’s missing. As you sit up you take notice of the bright light coming from the living room peaking out from the cracked bedroom door. When you open it you find him sitting on the couch with his laptop, typing away. Your steps cause him to look up at you.

“Teddy…” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes in front of him.

He tilts his head in confusion. He’s almost distracted by your cute attire but he tried to stay focused as he hears what you called him. Yoongi just assumed you were still half awake.

“Y/N maybe you should go back to bed-”

“No. I’m not sleeping if you aren’t. I need my teddy bear to sleep next to me.”

Yoongi’s face flushes with a pink undertone when he realizes your new nickname for him. 

“I wasn’t trying to wake you up. I just got an idea so I came out here to work.”

You reached your hand out to him.

“You can do it in our room…I just want you to be next to me.”

He nods, standing up with the laptop in one hand and using the other to hold yours as you lead him into the bedroom. He crawls back into bed, resting his back on the headboard with the laptop now in his lap. You got in next to him and rested your head next to him. Unable to fall asleep again you watched him type the words onto the document. You squinted since the screen was so bright but the more you read the words you started to notice something familiar. 

“….Is this song….about us?”

He shyly smiles. “It’s noticeable, huh?”

“I mean, to me it is but shouldn’t you write about something related to your fans or youth experiences?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I only write about things that are important to me and right now you’re the most important thing to me.”

You grew quiet.

“What is it?” He asked.

You reach for him once more. “I want to kiss you but i’m too tired to sit up again.”

“Now you sound like me.”  He laughed, leaning down to give you a light kiss. 

“Please try to go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up..”

You smiled. “I will but you better not think of leaving this bed again.”

“I won’t.” He said. focusing back on his writing.

“Promise?”

He let out another tired chuckle. “Yes, I promise.”

He continues to keep writing down all of his ideas, email them to Namjoon as well as the other lyricists at BigHit, and shuts down his laptop to set it down next to the bed. He tries to get comfortable in the bed, seeing you already fast asleep. Yoongi’s hand comes out to rest on your face, moving his thumb gently on your cheek. You winced, causing him to freeze. He was afraid he woke you up again but you just continued to lightly snore. He lets out a sigh of relief and kisses your forehead. He can finally rest for the night knowing your slight neediness for him that he found so adorable. He hoped you’d never get tired of being next to him because he planned to be there for quite a while.

Taken By Force (Taeyong!)

anon(s) said:Hey guys! I was wondering about a Dom!Taeyong smut where he’s really rough and forces you to blow him? Of course including consent but still, can it be really hot and stuff? :D sincerely, whose life is now complete 😌 thanks for your hard work guys❤

Can i request Taeyong smut when he finds out his gf search history was “Taeyong SMUT fanfic” “Taeyong 18+ fanfic” etc Lolololol Thank-you and have a great day

could you do a rough!taeyong super steamy smut? please make it as hot as you can sorry im just too thirsty for this guy lmao

author: admin hyo

word count:1863

a/n: What have I done~ this took me forever, but it’s here. The only real warning is that there is some consensual non-con. So if you’re not into that don’t read. But please enjoy.

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anonymous asked:

Fic prompt because I LOVE your work!!! Fitz with Ophelia "I'll never stop fighting you!" I

You’re so sweet, thank you! I should have spent longer on this (I’m gonna reread it and cringe later), but I wanted to get it in under the wire before canon blows it to shreds haha! [tw: obv ophelia features in this, dealing with feelings because of non-con, but they don’t have a ‘relationship’]

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He doesn’t fight. When she lands them in a desert and lets go, he barely has the strength to lean over before throwing up.

“Oh, Leopold,” she says, concern etched into her features. “I’m so sorry. You’ll get used to the teleportation.”

As if an unexpected dematerializing is even on the radar of things to churn his stomach. He has been split wide open, the core of him exposed for everyone to see. He has flaws, so many of them, and before he might have listed them dispassionately: temper, loyalty to the point of blindness, jealousy, arrogance, a false bravado when he secretly feels like a coward. Years ago, he remembers thinking: Jemma knows my flaws and she loves me anyway. I’m not a bad person.

But now the protective film has been stripped away and he’s seeing clearly for the first time; this darkness has always been there. He is a bad person. He’s an evil person, and he has hurt people. His brain spins with images of his friends and his victims. In another reality, he had yelled at Mace for sending Jemma away without warning, but the punishment for that was not supposed to be death.

“You mean nothing to me,” he had told the woman he’d wanted to marry, and he would have killed her. His hand shakes, as if still straining with the weight of the gun. Fitz falls to the ground, rocks biting into his knees. He can’t remember how to breathe.

“It gets easier with time,” Ophelia says, attempting to run a comforting hand along his arm. He turns his face from her and retches again.

++

He doesn’t fight because he doesn’t have the strength and deep down he knows he deserves this punishment anyway. Perhaps he is doomed to wander through the desert with her for forty years; he hopes they both die before reaching her promised land.

“I understand what you’re going through,” she tells him. “And I’m going to help you, because you were the only one to treat me with compassion when I was a slave.”

“Don’t you regret anything you’ve done?” he asks. It’s the only thing he’s said in hours. For a moment, he’s not sure he’s even spoken aloud.

Ophelia gazes at him searchingly and then frowns, as if working through her own emotions. “No,” she finally replies. “I have learned so much, Leopold. I fixed a single regret for each of you, to make you happy. And everyone simply created new regrets.”

He wants to tell her that she rewrote his entire life. He wants to tell her that she took away all of his choices, that he loves his mother and would never have traded her for a lifetime with an abusive father. I wanted a father who loved me and supported me and stayed, he thinks, surely you knew this isn’t what I meant.

But he doesn’t argue with her because this, like everything, is his fault. You don’t put wishes out into the universe without carefully considering the consequences—he of all people should have known that.

“Humans don’t understand what’s best for them,” she says. “This is what I’ve learned. All this capacity for feeling, for free will, and they waste it. We’re going to create something better. We’re going to help people, and we’re going to be so happy.”

He marvels at how genuinely delighted she appears. Maybe she stole his soul to become a real person because he can’t even remember what happiness feels like. He thinks of Jemma, but all of his good memories are tainted by the acrid smell of gunpowder and the words he’ll never be able to take back.

“It’s time to go,” Ophelia says, grabbing his arm to disappear him again. He shudders at her touch, but he doesn’t fight. He doesn’t know how.

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He sits in an abandoned house, head in his hands, and breathes through another panic attack. Ophelia, it seems, is growing impatient with his weakness.

“I need your help,” she says. “For our plan. And if you’d just let me, I can make all this pain go away.”

But he needs the pain, because it’s there to remind him that this world is real. He cries when he thinks of Jemma, but he needs to replay her words over and over so that he never forgets what he’s done and why he’s here. He has lost faith in everything, but he offers up silent prayers anyway: keep her safe. Keep them all safe, and I will stay here with Ophelia and I will not fight. No one could accuse him of not accepting his prison sentence.

Ophelia’s plan doesn’t make much sense to him, although perhaps that is because nothing makes sense to him at the moment. Or perhaps she doesn’t fully trust him so she’s only letting him in on part of it.

He has so little strength, but he holds her back in small ways. He sabotages where he can. Sometimes he hears Jemma’s voice in his head, guiding his actions. Sometimes he even sees her, but she never lays a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he tells this imaginary Jemma. “I understand.”

“Is this how you felt?” Ophelia asks, kneeling next to him. She has procured a bed for them to share, but he spends every night curled up in the corner of the living room, the stiff wood of the floor burning his joints. “Is this how it felt when she chose someone else? Do you know how much you’re hurting me?”

No, he thinks, of course this is not how it felt. With Jemma, his heart had shattered into a fine dust. With Jemma, he had seen her videos and known she loved him, maybe even loved him the most, and that made it hurt more. But with Jemma, he had thought her happiness could be enough to save them both.

Now, he and Ophelia are locked in a sick dance and when he falls, he will pull her down with him. He will sacrifice himself to stop her, and his anger and disgust and self-hatred will be enough to save the world.

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I don't speak Spansh either.

So, this happened several years ago. My boyfriend and I had been in a long-distance relationship for a long time, and we would see each other maybe twice a year. This was during one of my month-long visits to him over the summer.

We’d decided we wanted to go to one of the nearby malls, and had to take two separate buses to get there. Him living in SoCal, it was fucking scorching; it was probably around 100F. For a “delicate” NorCal girl like me, that feels like death.

We’d gotten off the first bus and were walking to another stop a couple of blocks down to catch the next one. We’re stopped at a corner of a particularly long street, waiting for the light to change so we can cross, and there’s  group of three girls behind us. We’re not paying them much mind at first, until I hear one of them go “No, I don’t want to ask them! I don’t even speak Spanish! How am I supposed to talk to them?”

This is where it’s important to note that my boyfriend and I are both of Salvadorian descent, and therefore pretty obviously brown. However, my Spanish is incredibly poor [that’s a whole different story], and I really hate it when people assume that I don’t speak English. It’s rude. But whatever. I guess it happens. It’s what happens next that ticks me off. An attempted whisper: “Look, just ask the girl. Fat girls are always nice.”

Okay. Fine. Not worth my fucking time. I’m not even gonna say anything because it’s hot and who wants to deal with this shit. But then from behind me I hear, awkwardly, “Perdón?” I turn, and it’s one of the girls–surprisingly, one that also looks latina. She sounded like the one who’d claimed not to speak Spanish.

“Yeah?”

She looked a bit surprised, and relieved that I spoke unaccented English. “We were wondering if you could tell us how to get to _____?” Some location. I was the wrong person to ask.

“Sorry, I’m not from around here. You’ll have to ask him.” I gestured to my boyfriend. Again, I’m from NorCal, so I had no idea where anything was down there.

The girl turned to him hesitantly, asked him, and my boyfriend, being friendly, gave them directions. Turns out it was straight down the long street we were on. The girls took off without even thanking us, and the light changed so we finally crossed the street and waited for us bus.

The bus shows up maybe ten or so minutes later, and we’re relieved to be out of that god-awful San Fernando Valley heat. The bus takes us down the long stretch of road, and I see the girls from before trudging down the sidewalk under the merciless SoCal sun.

“I told them that it was right down the street,” my boyfriend says. “I never told them the bus goes there.”

TL;DR: Girl assumes boyfriend and I don’t speak English, her friend makes a rude comment about my weight thinking I won’t understand, boyfriend gives them directions to were they want to go but makes them walk in the hot sun instead of telling them the bus goes straight to their destination.

EDIT: The problem isn’t that they assumed I don’t speak English. The problem is that they called me fat and assumed I wouldn’t understand them. Also they didn’t even say thanks for the directions. Just walked away as soon as my boyfriend finished. Rude.

EDIT: “SouCal”

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length: 1.6k

genre(s): angst+fluff

triggers/warnings: mentions of blood and very minor character injury

simon shows up to the flat with a black eye and a cut lip, refusing to talk about what happened, so a worried penelope asks baz to come over (or the one where simon’s insecure, and baz is terrible at comforting his dragon boyfriend)

a/n: @cherryonsimon is the greatest beta and y’all should go tell her nice things :D

for day three of @snowbaz-feda!!



Penelope

The door to the flat swings open and Simon barrels his way inside. I gasp when I see him: his shirt is torn with flecks of red (Is that blood?) splattered around the neckline; his hair looks dirty and matted, like he’s been rolling around on the ground; and there’s a definite limp in his step. After slamming the door shut, he winces and grabs his wrist, and that’s when I notice his eye.

“Fuck a nine-toed troll, Simon! What happened to you?”

He won’t look at me and the expression on his face is one I haven’t seen in a long time. It frightens me a bit, but it’s still just as important to me that Simon knows I’m not afraid of him, so I take a step forward. He recoils and pushes past me towards his room, slamming the door once inside, making me flinch.

The sound reverberates through the living room before plunging the flat into absolute silence. It’s horrible.

After taking a moment to collect myself, I walk towards his room, hesitating a beat before knocking. “Simon?” No answer. I try again, knocking louder this time, but he still won’t answer. I try turning the knob, but it’s locked. Chewing on my lip, I consider spelling it open, but that would be breaking unspoken roommate rules, so I do the only thing I can think of right now.

I ring Baz.

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Baz

I’m sitting in an evening lecture when my mobile starts to vibrate. It’s on the desk and the noise makes a few of my fellow students turn around and stare. I sneer at them (old habits), and look to see who’s calling.

It’s Bunce.

It’s not that we aren’t close enough to call each other, it’s just that we never do. The fact that she has, and especially during a time she knows I’m at school, makes my blood run cold. I’m so distracted with worry that I forget to move the desk over, and when I go to stand it pins me to the chair. Cursing loudly–and drawing even more curious eyes–I slam the damned piece of wood out of the way, and stalk out of the hall.

I manage to answer on the last ring.

“Baz?” Bunce’s voice sounds strange through the speaker, like she’s trying not to cry, “can you come over? Something’s happened with Simon.”

I drop the phone and it shatters on the pavement.

* * *
Penelope

For the second time tonight, the door to the flat swings open. Only this time it’s Baz who practically falls through, righting himself at the last minute. He looks like he ran the entire distance between school and the flat. The screen of the mobile he’s clutching is shattered, something I don’t remember seeing before. Is that my fault?

“B–” I don’t even get a chance to say his full name when he marches towards me, our difference in height making itself known as he towers over me. (In reality it’s only several inches.) (It feels like miles.)

“Where is he?”

I point to Simon’s room and Baz nods. I wish I could tell him what happened, but I don’t exactly know myself. I just know I can’t fix this alone.

Baz

The smell of blood hit me as soon as I entered the flat and it only gets stronger the closer I get to the bedroom.

Snow’s door is locked, so I cast when one door closes. It works, and the one in front of me opens wide. I can’t see anything at first; Snow’s drawn the curtains shut and even turned out the light in the en suite, drowning the room in darkness. I use my mobile to guide me towards his bed and the red lump that I assume is my boyfriend.

“Snow?” I ask, biting my lip. Perhaps I should use his first name, given the situation, but I try and reserve that for when I really need it, like when we’re being soft. Or when I want him to know I’m afraid. “Snow?” I try again and the lump doesn’t move, but it does yelp when I poke it with the tip of my wand.

“Go away,” I hear him mumble, but I know he doesn’t mean it. (The door spell wouldn’t have worked if he hadn’t wanted to let me in.)

I square my shoulders. “No.” I need Snow to tell me what happened and I’ll stand here all night if I have to. This must occur to him, because he lifts his head.  

My breath catches when I see his black eye and bloody lip. I reach out to touch them, pulling my hand back at the last minute.

“What happened to you?”

He shrugs and I want to strangle him.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” I snap.

“I got in a fight on my way home.”

“No shit.”

“There were 3 or 4 guys; I don’t remember. They wanted my wallet, but I’d forgotten it at work and they weren’t very happy about that.”

I try to stop myself from picturing the scene in my head. Snow on the ground, surrounded by these men, being hurt by these men. Snow. Defenseless. I can’t process it.

Although he hasn’t held that title in a long time, Snow will always be the chosen one to me; seeing him so broken and defeated over something like this is overwhelming. He’s supposed to be strong, he’s supposed to be brave, he’s supposed to save the world. He’s supposed to be able to save himself.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen Simon beaten and bloody, but it’s the worst time. It’s not that his injuries are severe (they really aren’t), it’s just that…

This wasn’t supposed to happen any more. We were supposed to disguise as regular Normals and live our happily ever after; nothing bad was supposed to touch us again.

Then he goes and gets himself mugged. It’s so horribly mundane, so insignificant next to every creature and task he’s taken on, yet this is the thing that breaks him. I’m furious on his behalf. I want to hurt the people who hurt him.

I swallow. “What happened next?”

“I tried–I tried to call–my sword…but–”

“It didn’t come.” I don’t even bother phrasing it as a question. I can’t believe this, “you were going to try fighting off a bunch of thugs with a sword? Are you daft?”

He looks miserable. “I was distracted by that long enough to give them a chance to jump me, and, well…” he rolls his hurt wrist and I catch it between my fingers, pulling my wand from my pocket with my other hand. He grits his teeth as I cast get well soon, listening for the crack that signifies it worked. I bring his now healed wrist to my lips and kiss it, feeling his pulse thumping under my lips.

Snow clenches his hand into a fist and I drop his arm, looking up at his face and hating what I see there. The healing spell had taken care of his eye and lip, but that lip is quivering now, and fat tears are beginning to rolls down his cheeks. He squeezes his eyes shut and starts gulping air, his arms wrapped around his knees and head bowed.

I want to reach out and touch him; make this better, make this go away, make him stop. I want to make him stop. He’s almost sobbing now and I don’t know what to do. I have to stop this.

“Shut up, Simon! Just shut up!”

His head snaps up and he looks at me as if I’ve slapped him. I almost feel like I have.

“What the fuck, Baz?” his breath catches on my name and I feel my heart sink just that much more.

I didn’t mean it. I want to apologize, but the words won’t come; they’re stuck in my throat and I clench my fists as I try to force them out. He’s still staring at me, his face etched in an angry frown, and I give up on speaking.

He watches me warily as I sit down on the bed and I flinch. The scent of blood is stronger now, and I can feel my fangs threatening to pop. I curse the fact that I haven’t fed recently and try to will them to stay put. The last thing I need to do is make the situation worse.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper and he blinks at me. “I’m sorry,” I repeat and his face crumples as he falls forward. I let him bury his face into my chest, let him clutch at my shirt, let his tears soak the fabric. I let him cry until he can’t anymore. His breathing is even and quiet now; and I’m relieved.

Simon

Baz pulls me close, pressing a kiss against my temple: once, twice, three times. I can tell he thinks I’m asleep, because he’s murmuring things he’d never let me hear otherwise. He’s calling me Simon and telling me he loves me and how scared he was and how brave and stupid I am.

He starts scratching lightly at the spot between my wings, the one he knows I love, and I’m melting into the mattress.

He somehow manages to press himself even closer, his breathing tickling my ear as he whispers, “you’re so bloody stupid, you know that? I don’t need a Chosen One; I don’t need a fairy tale; I certainly don’t need some self-sacrificing superhuman with a hero complex. I just want you, Simon Snow.” He stops to kiss my shoulder.

“I just want you.” It’s a reassurance and a promise. And I believe it.

I want you too, I think back at him, I want you too.

anonymous asked:

Alex Summers!!! Im still so salty about his death man ..... so bitter

Originally posted by shirokirito-sao

Prompt: “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”

Character: Alex Summers

Warning: Alludes to sex


At 8 in the morning, after a long night, a long…naked…sweaty night you did not expect to unlock your phone to a text from your mother…saying that your parents were 10 minutes away and were coming to visit you at your apartment…on a Saturday just past 8 in the morning.

Any other morning that might have been fine. In fact it might have been most welcome. But this particular Saturday you had a naked and attractive stranger in your bed and 10 minutes to get him dressed and out of your apartment before your parents saw because the last thing you wanted was that awkward conversation…where your mother would assume he was a boyfriend and you’d have to explain you’d met him last night in a club.

The man in question, his name you seemed to recall was Alex, was still asleep in your bed and while you’d have liked to enjoy the morning with him and his very, very attractive body you couldn’t. 

You leant over and shook him away, more frantically than you’d have done any other day. 

“Hey?” He was still groggy and you really hated having to kick him out after such a fun night but you had to. You walked around the room and grabbed his clothes (he already had your number in his phone) and shoved them in his arms.

“My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on and you might want to leave?” You have him the low down, pulling on some fresh underwear hastily and grabbing something to wear. 

“Or I could meet the parents.”

“Haha, very funny” You didn’t think he was serious, of course he wasn’t! What sort of person wants to meet the parents of the person the fucked after a drunk night (a fun night still)? 

“I’m serious…I could just pretend nothing happened, that I’m a ‘friend’” Thankfully he’s actually pulling his clothes on now and you’ve never been more grateful for clothing in your life because your mother would have a shock to find a naked man in your apartment. 

“Why would you do that?” 

“Because I really don’t want to rush out your door at what? 8 in the morning?” He looked at his phone before looking at you as if you had the final stay on whether he stayed or he went. 

“If you’re staying you’re making breakfast and small talk.” Part of you was somewhat giddy about the thought. Your parents would be priceless to find a man in your home and you’d get to spend more time with him…so long as they didn’t know what went on last night it might actually work out?

Gay cuckold story from Reddit

It started innocently enough: a craigslist couple looking for a third. The Top is 28, 5'10", 150 with a 7" dick. The bottom is 26, 5'7", 135, and smooth. Both white dudes. I respond back: 31, 6 foot, 165, athletic with a 8" dick. Scruffy, and looking for now. After a few messages and an exchanging of pics, I show up to their house. They offer a drink and want to get comfortable; I just want to fuck but why not. They’ve been together for the last three years, and have just started opening up; they only look for Tops, and always play safe.

Halfway through my beer, I’m getting bored with the small talk, so I start feeling up the Top, and go in for a kiss. This disarms them, I find…I’m about to fuck a Top’s man, and including him at the beginning always seems to make it go better. We start making out, and I can feel the bottom going for my fly. Within seconds, he has my cock out and is sucking it, while he is fumbling with his boyfriend’s pants to get to his cock too. I pinch the Top’s right nipple while making out, and hear him moan through my mouth, still ignoring the bottom boy as he is now going back and forth between sucking my dick and sucking his partners.

After a few minutes, I stand up, take off the remainder of my clothes, kiss the bottom, and bend him over the couch. I feel his ass: perky with a light dusting of hair. I rub my finger down his crack and onto his rosebud, and he jumps. I kiss the Top again, smile, and start rimming the bottom, pulling the Top’s face in and dueling our tongues over his hole. I put the top on rimming duty as I go around to the front and have the bottom suck me: he’s real good. Cute, innocent face with slightly shaggy blonde hair, light layer of scruff, right amount of suction. I see the Top lubing up his ass, and I go to the back. The Top breaks out a condom, puts it on me, and guides my dick in. I go slowly, and the Top just sits back on the couch and watches me fuck his boyfriend.

I assume we’re going to trade off, but the Top is just content sitting there. I motion him over to kiss me, and he says he just wants to watch. Okay–one of these–not a problem. I flip his boyfriend over so he is facing me as I fuck him missionary. It’s a standard fuck: a good ten minutes or so with good chemistry and lots of making out. As I’m getting close I ask him where he wants me to cum, and he whispers that his boyfriend likes watching it, so on his chest. I pull out, rip the condom off, and shoot on his chest. The Top cums when he seems me shoot, and jerks his load out over his body, which then sets off the bottom.

We all get cleaned up, I turn down another drink, and I head out.

A couple days later, the bottom sends me a text saying they want a repeat. I text back that I am a bit confused by what happened, and that normally threesomes involve more contact between the parties instead of one watching. He confides that his boyfriend is getting into being a cuckold, and gets off on watching him get fucked by “real men”. This is interesting–I start googling. Dan Savage has a recent article that gay cuckolding seems to have started a couple of years ago (right around when gay marriage started), and has picked up all the terms and behavoirs of straight cuckolding. Cool–so it’s not about the other top; he wants to see his boy get used by a real man. I always aim to please.

I start texting the bottom to find out what he is into, and the bottom likes dominant guys that use him. He likes throat fucking and hard fucks. While I would normally never abuse a guy like that with his boyfriend watching, if the Top is into this, I’m always game. I ask him where he likes cum. He takes a few minutes to respond, and then says that he loves cum in him. He corrects himself, and says that he likes cum in his mouth. I press, and he admit that he loves being bred, but his boyfriend would never let him get barebacked and that they always play safe.

Cool.

We set up another meet-up for that Thursday night. I tell the bottom not to tell his Top that he told me all this.

I show up to their house at 8, and the Bottom offers to grab all three of us drinks. I kiss the bottom, hard, and look at the Top.

“Go get me and your boyfriend a beer.”

The Top seems confused as last time I was focused on him, but turns and goes to the kitchen. I take the Bottom’s shirt off, whispers in his ear that we’re going to put on a show for his Top tonight, and start making out with him. The boyfriend comes back from the kitchen, and stops when he sees the two of us making out intimately. I look over, tell him to bring my beer. I push his boyfriend down to his knees, and his boyfriend gets the hint and immediately unzips my jeans to get to my cock.

“Open my beer.”

The Top does.

I grab it from him, and take a few swigs. The Top tries to kiss me, and I stop him, and instead push his bottom’s face on my dick so he starts gagging. I hand the Top my half-empty beer, and tell him to go sit on the couch and watch a real man please his boyfriend. I can see his face get read in a combination of shame and lust, and he does what he is told and goes and sits down. I face fuck his boyfriend for awhile, taking my dick out periodically and slapping it on his face. The bottom keeps looking up with his scruffy blonde hair and innocent green eyes.

I look over at the Top periodically to see how he is responding: it’s one thing to watch porn and fantasize and it’s another to watch the person you love participate in it. He has a face full of lust, and is solely focused on my dick. He has his cock out and is jerking himself. I tell him to stop. He does.

I stop the bottom, and pull my jeans completely off. I pull the dude up to his feet, and make out with him. Even though I just have an inch in dick size on his boyfriend, I start to whisper loudly in his ear while pulling him close to me so his top can hear, “your man doesn’t fill you up, does he? You need a real guy to fuck you with a real dick, instead of his small, pathetic one.”

I look over on the couch, where the Top is pinching his nipples with a rock hard erection. I can tell he is getting flustered: I don’t think anyone has ever talked to his boyfriend like this.

I put the Bottom on all fours, and get down behind him and dig my face into his ass. He can feel my scruff caressing the inside of his cheeks, with my tongue finding his hole repeatedly. He is moaning loudly, and I talk directly to him.

“You like that, don’t you? Your boyfriend doesn’t treat your ass like it should. You need a real guy to fuck you and give you pleasure.”

I go back to rimming.

After a few minutes, I look over at the Top on the couch, and tell him to get the lube and come over. He grabs the lube and a couple of condoms. The top reaches for my chest, and I pull away:

“Lube up your boy’s ass. He needs a real man to fuck him.”

Still on all fours, the bottom gets lubed up from his boyfriend, whose cock I don’t think can get harder. I lift the bottom to just on his knees, and while looking down on him I make out with him.

“Get on your back on the floor. I’m going to fuck you here on the rug.”

His boyfriend is fumbling with opening the condom as I lift the bottom’s legs.

“Lube up my dick,” I tell the Top.

“But….” he stammers. “We only play safe with other guys.”

I just look the Top up and down. I can see him thinking, and watch his dick get even harder. With a bright red face, he breathlessly lubes up the head of my dick. I see the Top look at his boyfriend, and see his boyfriend nodding.

“Just stick the tip in. Then you need a condom.”

I look over at the Top, and make eye contact.

“Lube up my dick.”

I see him blush even harder, and he lubes up my entire dick. I look down at his bottom, who is on his back leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, and stick my raw dick against his hole. I pull his legs up farther against me, and I slide the tip in. The bottom starts to moan, and is looking over at the Top to make sure it is okay. I look too, and see the Top nodding his head.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.”

I tell the Top to get on all fours, and to watch as my dick goes in and out of his boy’s hole. He does. I go back to the bottom and start to making out with him, stopping periodically to check in.

“You like this dick in you? You like what it likes to have a real man in your ass, instead of that small cock that your boyfriend has? I bet he can’t even get it up to fuck you right, can he?”

The bottom just moans. The top goes to touch his own dick, and I tell him to stop: I know that if he cums this is going to be over.

“Get back on the couch and watch me fuck your boyfriend.”

His face gets red again, but he does. He sits there rockhard and watches.

I fuck his boyfriend. Missionary. Doggy. On his side. Bent over the couch armrest. I always position his boy so the Top can see my raw dick going in and out, and I can see the pre-cum flowing directly out of his dick and onto him. I’m getting close.

I look over at the Top:

“I’m getting close. I’m on prep, clean, and just got tested. Where is my cum going?”

The top blushes again. He stammers.

“I, um, I….”

I look down at the bottom, who looks back up at me as he is getting plowed while bent over the armrest.

“Do it.” He says. “Breed me.”

I’ve pushed this couple far enough tonight that I know they are going to have awkward conversations tomorrow. It’s enough for me to know that they both have gone far over what they thought they would be comfortable with. I pull out.

“Get on your knees.” I tell the bottom.

I open his mouth with my left hand as I jerk off with my right, and put a giant load in his mouth. He looks up at me, a cute face with innocent green eyes, and I can see my cum coating his tongue and all over his scruff.

“Don’t swallow yet.”

I look over at his Top, and rotate the bottom’s face so the Top can see the cum all over him. He is jerking off rapidly.

“Next time this load is in your boy’s ass.”

The Top cums.

I grab a towel, wipe my dick off, get dressed, and leave.

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The Beautiful Mess

Creators Summit, a silly, fun event YouTubers went to go and meet other YouTube creators. For Sean, the best part was meeting his friends again, since he lived farther away. It was always a treat to see Mark especially, well his boyfriend. It was the first day there and YouTube wanted to give the YouTubers a day to themselves and just relax, tomorrow would be a fun filled event.

Sean was waiting in a hotel room for Mark. Well their hotel room, they decided to share rooms since it was nice to be closer. Sean had gotten an earlier flight, since there was an attendant who offered the ticket to Sean. There were open seats on that flight and even though it wasn’t the same airplane company he usually rode with, he decided it’d be fun to be earlier by an hour.

Mark still thought that Sean’s plane was landing, which meant Mark was bound to come back in the room. It was a little surprise Sean planned. All of Mark’s stuff that he needed was still in the room like his wallet, car keys, etcetera. He texted Mark and smiled sending, ‘Hey, I just landed!’

Five minutes passed before he got a text back, 'Okay babe, I’ll be at the airport in twenty, is that okay?’ his eyes widened slightly. That meant Mark was now in a rush to get to the room. That was actually adorable…

'Perfect, thanks Markimoo. See you soon!’ He texted and sat on the bed cris cross, he waited for another text or something and a minute or two later he heard foot steps thumping quickly toward the door, he could only assume as his boyfriend. He sat up straight and faced toward the door on the edge of the bed in excitement and anxiousness.

Sean sat still as he heard muttering on the other side, some curse words and the poor guy probably had trouble opening the door. Sean stifled a laugh and got up to open the door. Sean turned the handle which lead Mark to mutter a “what the hell?” from the other side of the door.

Sean, with nervousness and excitement, opened the door and smiled brightly as he met eyes with his boyfriend.

“You forgot your key-” He was quickly cut off by Mark’s lips, pressed gently against Sean’s, sending the Irishman into pure bliss. Sean’s eyes fluttered close as his arms wrapped around Mark’s neck and Mark’s arms found their way around Sean’s waist.

Mark was the first to pull away from the kiss and a smile spread across his lips. “I missed you” Mark whispered and removed some of Sean’s green hair away from his eyes ever so gently.

“That’s why I got an earlier flight-” that’s when Sean noticed, Mark was shirtless and wet droplets coming down his bare chest and half wet hair.

Sean took in the sight of Mark’s presence, seeing the outline of his biceps and his eyes widened slightly seeing every outline of his abs on his chest.

“Sorry, I was out swimming in the indoor pool a couple levels up. Is that alright love?” Mark said tracing his thumb underneath the band of Sean’s grey sweatpants

•••

“What are you doing?” The ebony haired boy asked as his boyfriend plopped down on the bed, stomach first.

“Existential Crisis…” Dan mumbled as he buried his face into the snow white pillows.

“You wanna talk about it?” Phil spoke up as he went over to the bed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Yes please.” His voice was muffled in the soft pillow as he moved over for Phil. This usually happened, especially outside of Britain.

“Come here.” Phil said softly and positioned Dan so the brunette’s head was resting across his lap.

Phil gently started playing with Dan’s curly brown hair getting ready to listen. This had happened many times back in England, usually Phil would get Dan some hot chocolate or tea then wrap him up in a blanket. Now that they were in California this was the best they could do at the moment.

“Why do certain people think being different is so bad they start killing tons of people? What’s so wrong with liking the same gender or what’s wrong with liking two genders? Is it really so bad that the values of one person loving the same sex is worth a bombing? Is anything even worth bombing? Why do bombs exist?”

Dan was rambling and Phil knew not to interrupt, even if it was comforting words. It was Dan’s time for his thoughts to leave, plus it was pleasant just to do this every now and then. Letting Dan express himself as Phil would just give him acknowledgment that he was listening. To Phil, his favorite part was when Dan would fall asleep in the middle of a sentence and Phil got to see Dan sleep talk.

Fifteen minutes passed and Dan’s voice was much quieter and muttered out as he had completely gone side tracked and was now talking about dogs and their values, like most times. Even if the topic seemed a little taboo, Phil knew not to chuckle or let out a laugh of any kind. It was just rude and Dan might hold back certain thoughts in the future.

“and-and the dogs, they don’t get as much love as some dogs get which could~” and out like a light. Dan’s eyes had been closed for the last minute or two and now his breathing was a little heavier. Phil still gently ran his fingers through Dan’s hair.

Phil just sat there admiring his boyfriend, playing with his hair as a good boyfriend would do. He admired all of Dan’s features as his fingers brushed against his right cheek gently all the way to his jaw. He stifled a laugh when his fingers dipped underneath his jaw. He knew Dan had a very sensitive neck and could just moan from a touch of it.

His index finger caressed the side of his neck as he heard Dan let out a slight whimper, unsure if he was asleep or not, Phil decided to just not test Dan anymore and leave him at peace. He was about to pull Dan under the covers so he could sleep, until he felt Dan shift so his head was now sideways on Phil’s lap.

He let out a low groan as his fingers that were once simple actions, now sinful. He turned Dan’s head slightly so he could feel Dan’s breath against his clothed member. He was slowly getting turned on.

Phil shook his head, knowing it was wrong so he decided to just put them to bed and figure it out the next morning. Phil removed his hands from Dan’s hair and place his hands on Dan’s shoulders, about to bring him up into bed. That’s when Dan’s face rotated so his mouth was directly on Phil’s clothed groin. He let out a quiet groan and bit his tongue. Before he knew it, Dan’s eyes drifted open.

“Am I doing something wrong?” Dan said mouthing it on the tip of Phil’s groin. Then Dan had a sweet, innocent brown eyed look.

•••

Nothing’s worse then being sore the next day and having to walk and do activities with other YouTubers that should be fun, but your sore as fuck. Well that perspective definitely changed for Dan.

Now something is worse.

Having to have a vibrator up your ass at a silly little YouTube event where you’re suppose to do funny little activities.

Since Dan was being a tease and just sending Phil to deciding he needed a punishment. So that’s what Dan got for teasing his boyfriend. He’d whimper every now and then and play it as a cough. When Phil turned it up a notch is usually when Dan’s breath would hitch. People kept asking if Dan was okay and soon a few of his friends wanted him to go back to his hotel room to get rest.

So Dan decided he’d had enough and he was growing sore. It wasn’t too much in a sense where Phil had over done it, Phil was rough, sure, but he always had Dan’s consent at heart. So he tugged on Phil’s shirt and led Phil over to a corner of the room.

“Can I please go to our room? I won’t take it out, just can’t walk anymore. Going limp.” Dan whimpered softly as the toy continued to buzz and his knees nearly buckled.

It took Phil some thinking before he made a decision. “Alright, if anyone asks just say you don’t feel well.” Phil said quietly, no one was really around them anyways, but just in case.

“Thanks” Dan muttered with a sigh of relief as he began to walk away. A hand was firmly placed on his waist to keep him from leaving.

“But you have to bring a friend with you.”

“Excuse me?” Dan’s voice was high pitched and drained to the point where he couldn’t have a sarcastic tone, just sarcastic words.

“Take a friend with you. Just to make sure you don’t misbehave. I know you wouldn’t touch yourself with someone in the room with you.” Phil smirked as Dan rolled his eyes, clearly pissed since he was planning on taking the toy out.

“Fine, but won’t they wonder why you didn’t take me back? What do I say then?” Dan said testing Phil to see if he’d just give up.

“If they ask say I’m getting you meds. You can add your own little sarcastic comments after that, okay?” Phil knew Dan in and out, maybe even more than Dan knew himself. That’s why the ebony friend already knew Dan had an excuse.

“You can always text me to come back, but you might get something other than medicine.” His voice was low and he was extremely tempted to place a kiss against Dan’s neck, but decided against it since there was a crowd.

“Fine” Dan sighed and walked away, this time Phil didn’t stop him.

As Dan walked away his legs almost turned to jelly since the stimulation was getting insane for his body. He was nearly shaking. His breathing was heavy and his face was flushed, could be interpreted for being sick. He kept walking, his head hung low

The brunette continued to walk until he lazily ran into someone. He stumbled backward and now had an excuse to let out a whimper. He looked up and he was met with brown eyes and tanned skin.

“You okay?” His voice was low like a radio presenter as Dan laughed nervously.

“Yeah, sorry about that!” A whimper escaped his mouth and brushed it off as a cough.

“Are you sure?” Dan was hesitant on answering or nodding, but eventually did.

“Honestly, I’m not feeling the best. I think I caught the flu or something.” Dan said sniffing a little then whimpered, but again played it off as a cough.

“Alright, I think you should go back to your room.” The half Korean said gently and stared down at Dan with sympathy.

“Can you help me?” Dan said in a quiet voice, obviously embarrassed of asking someone to help since it seemed he always had Phil to lean on for a friend, it was foreign asking for other help.

“Yeah sure, one second. I have to tell Jack really quick.” Mark turned around and a moment later him and Sean showed back up and Sean had a sad smile on his face.

“God, I’m sorry. Sickness is really the worst isn’t it?” The Irishman said in a quiet tone and patted Dan on the back.

“If it’s alright I’d love to help you out and maybe get you some ice?” Dan couldn’t help but smile to the Irishman’s gesture.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” Dan said in a shaky voice since he was on his edge and couldn’t do anything about it.

“Alright let’s get you to your room.” Sean said starting to walk off to the elevators, as if he was going on a quest.

“He’s sure optimistic.” Dan said laughing a little looking at Mark. They walked after Sean since he was constantly looking back to see if they were following.

“You can say that again.” Mark chuckled as they made their way over to Sean.

All of them finally got in the elevator and after some small talk was going on between them, Dan found himself getting closer to his fifth high that day and he was over sensitive.

Then all three of them went out of the elevator as soon as it reached the correct floor. They walked to Dan’s room number and Sean continued to give positive thoughts like 'it’ll get better’.

“I’ll get you some ice down the hall and wrap it in a cloth. Should we ring Phil?” Sean asked Dan as they entered the room.

“No!” Dan said quickly. Mark and Sean’s eyes widened as they looked at Dan. That was a first. Dan knew the consequence if he wanted Phil back.

“He’s busy, you know, getting meds. He’ll be back in an hour I suppose.” Dan shrugged slightly, gulping down moans and whimpers from the dumb toy.

“Alright… I’ll be back with some ice.” Sean turned on his feet to walk to the ice department where free ice was deposited.

“If you want, Jack and I can stay with you until Phil comes back.” Mark said as he took the key from Dan’s hand and opened the door with a swipe of the key card.

“That’d be nice, thank you.” Mark opened the door for the brunette as he walked in.

“You should probably take a nap, you seem really tense and tired.” Mark said leaning on the door frame as he watched Dan go to the bed.

“Yeah, okay” Dan was tired and he didn’t want to disagree in the first place. So he got under the white covers and laid his head against the pillows.

He let a whimper escape his lips as the toy was pushed in him when he laid flat. He turned so he was on his right side. His eyes closed and decided to just pretend to sleep and maybe he would. But it was impossible when the toy kept buzzing in him. Luckily, Mark turned an electrical fan on so he wouldn’t be able to hear the quiet moans, or so Dan thought.

Mark sat on a chair that was by a desk. It wasn’t close to the bed. Mark decided to text Phil and ask when he’d be back, just to make sure. The half Korean heard a soft knock at the door. He opened the door and sure enough Sean was standing there with a bucket of ice.

The Irishman opened his mouth to say something, but quickly Mark put a single finger to Sean’s lips. Sean’s eyes widened just slightly as he looked up at Mark. The half Korean leaned in to Sean, so his mouth was right by Sean’s ear.

“You have to be quiet.” Mark whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible. His hot breath against Sean’s ear made the Irishman’s hair on his neck stand up.

Sean nodded and then Mark took the bucket of ice from Sean’s hand and walked over to the table. Sean was still standing there in shock of what just happened, but then slowly walked to the table.

“Go sit down on that chair, I’ll be with you in a minute.” Mark said calmly as he walked to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.

Sean walked over to a nice cushioned chair and stared at Mark and how he took proper care of Dan. At first Sean found it endearing, but then he became a little jealous. Even though he shouldn’t be, it was a minor thing about Sean. But Mark on the other hand, he’d become extremely protective on Sean and became jealous easily.

As soon as Mark was done caring for the British boy he returned to Sean with a faint smile. Sean bit his lip as he looked up at Mark.

“Take care of me now!” Sean whisper-shouted with a pout. He made grabby hands toward Mark and the half Korean couldn’t help, but chuckle.

“Alright, alright.” Mark whispered back as he then leaned over Sean, his hands gripping the armrest.

“What seems to be the problem?” Mark whispered right by the shell of Sean’s ear.

“My boyfriend lives thousands of miles away and I only get to see him every so often and I don’t get to kiss him often and I really want to kiss him…” Sean’s voice trailed off toward the end as his big, ocean eyes stared up at Mark innocently.

“Alright stand up.” Mark instructed firmly and with a snap of his fingers Sean stood up.

“Come here.” Mark said in a whisper and Sean obliged real quick. He stood so close to Mark their chests were pressed against each other’s. Sean was on his tiptoes with a big smile.

Mark smiled slightly before he planted a kiss on Sean’s lips. The Irishman let out a quiet moan into the kiss. It didn’t take long before both of their tongues were included into the kiss. Mark had one hand on Sean’s waist the other wrapped loosely around the back of Sean’s neck. Slowly, Mark pulled his lips away, a small trail of saliva dripping from Sean’s bottom lip.

“Are you going to be my good boy? Hmm?” Mark whispered as the hand on Sean’s waist traveled to Sean’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Sean let out a loud moan, not use to this interaction since it had been awhile.

“Baby, you’ve got to be quiet. Dan’s trying to sleep.” Mark whispered against Sean’s ear. The green haired boy nodded his head in response.

“Good boy.” Mark’s voice became deeper and huskier. He sat on the chair and patted his thigh for Sean to sit on. Sean sat down, looking at Mark with bliss filled eyes.

“God you’re hot.” Mark mumbled before his lips attached to Sean’s neck, creating a small bruise. Yet of course Sean was loud, with moans. Mark growled lowly in disapproval.

“Baby, what’d I say hmm?” Mark said gripping Sean’s thigh, the Irishman let out a yelp and of course and Dan wasn’t asleep; he was getting free porn.

“Gotta be-hngh- quiet, but-but-” Sean whimpered as he nuzzled his head into the crook of Mark’s neck.

“Shh baby.” Mark cooed as he replaced his lips back to Sean’s neck and started leaving blotchy hickeys across his neck.

Mark’s hand that was gripping Sean’s thigh slowly cupped around his groin. Sean let out a loud, exaggerated, gasp.

“I said quiet.” Mark warned lowly and Sean continued to moan breathily.

“You’re not being a good boy are you?” Mark growled lowly and then heard a different quiet gasp that didn’t come from Sean.

Dan was repositioning himself so the vibrator hit his prostate that had been abused all day, he let out a whimpered moan.

“Great now I have two whores that need help.” Mark said in the heat of the moment, not really considering that Dan heard everything.

“Well what’s your problem Dan?” Sean asked as he started to grind against Mark’s thigh that he was straddling.

“Ph-Phil put a vibrator in my a-ass.” Dan panted out, too worn out to care about what would happened next, after all the other two were just getting started in front of him.

“I’ll have to call Phil then won’t I? Naughty boy.” Mark shook his head in disapproval and Sean shot an angry pout toward Mark.

“Hey I’m your only princess, just me.” Sean said getting jealous and moaning highly as he batted his long eyelashes.

“That’s right, isn’t it?” Mark smirked palming Sean slowly. Sean’s pink, pale lips hung open slightly, his eyes fluttered close. He let out a high pitched breath that broke.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ll be a good boy.” Sean moaned and laid his head on Mark’s shoulder.

“Princess, can you dance for me in a few minutes ” Mark smirked as he reached for his phone and found Phil’s contact number.

“Yes daddy.” Sean said as he began to grind his hips against Mark’s thighs.

“Good boy.” Mark praised as he pressed call and heard the ringing go on.

Then Phil picked up.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed part uno! Part two of this is coming (cumming) soon

I’ve come to the realization that if Bill Condon hadn’t explicitly said that Lefou was gay, no one would care.

I mean, there have been a lot of moments in Disney movies that could be interpreted to be LGBT. Timon and Pumbaa, Mulan impersonating a soldier (accompanied by the line “your great-granddaughter had to be a cross dresser!“), that guy in Frozen who owned that little shop – I can’t remember his name but he went “hi family!” and it cut to what we can assume was his boyfriend and kids in the sauna… I could go on and on. But the point is, no one protested any of that.

Aside from the super Gay Stuff that took place in the tavern, I feel like no one would’ve picked up on Lefou’s gayness – the Big Gay Moment at the end with Stanley could’ve easily flown under the radar for kids AND adults. It could’ve been seen as just a funny, charming moment.

And let’s face it – we’ve been saying Lefou was gay for decades anyway.

Am I the only one who thinks this?

anonymous asked:

will Asriel ever get a girlfriend or boyfriend(not assuming his sexuality) or is he gonna be forever alone?

He doesnt want to be in a relationship, and there’s nothing wrong with someone not wanting that

Long Distance (Chap One)(Stuckony)

Welcome to the Story! Non-powered AU here, just a love story between our three favorites!

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Tony Stark was having a bad day.

Really, just the worst.

Starting with ripping the sleeve of his favorite shirt as he turned a corner, because apparently it was too much to ask for no nails to be sticking out of a door jam.

Then a meeting, which should have been barely more than a meet and greet with a quick signing of a new contract, had disintegrated into chaos when the representatives of the German tech company had taken offense to… something. Or been annoyed about… something… or whatever. Tony had already had a headache and was barely listening, and had been taken by complete surprise when the shouting had started and Pepper had gone into full reconciliation mode to try and salvage it.

Her best efforts hadn’t succeeded, and almost a year’s worth of negotiations had gone down the drain the Germans had torn up the contract and left in a huff, muttering angrily under their breaths while Tony just stared in disbelief.

He had been furious, but it wasn’t like it was Peppers fault, so he had just loosened his tie and opened the bar in the conference room, ready for a drink at one in the afternoon.

A speeding ticket from a motorcycle cop as he had went racing down the freeway. Lovely. Traffic cops were…were… hard working civil servants who deserved his respect (as Pepper had reminded him so many times) but still the biggest pain in his ass. And expensive ones too.

A phone call from a reporter around four in the afternoon, asking if he cared to comment on the stories his ex girlfriend was sharing about him. “Ex?” he had asked, and that’s how he had found out that Shawna had dumped him, and then tried to sell some sleazy tale to a tabloid. Something about his habits in bed and weird beauty rituals.

He had called Pepper in a panic, and she was already on damage control, already making sure that everyone knew that Shawna was simply angry that she had been a fling and that Tony Stark hadn’t kept her around for very long. Pepper also made sure to tell anyone who asked that Tony hadn’t even let Shawna stay overnight in the penthouse, so there was no way she would know anything of importance about him, and any paper that printed anything as else would absolutely be taken to court.

Pepper was the best, always putting out fires, and Tony promised her a new present. Then he hung up the phone and pounded at his steering wheel because he had actually really liked Shawna and thought that maybe she had seen past the name and the money and the penthouse apartment to like him back.


Apparently not.

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, slight swearing, death of a child, some fluff 

Word count: 2090

Summary: After a hunt gone terribly wrong the reader reveals a little secret to Dean to comfort him.

A/N: Omg guys I almost cried while writing the first half of this. Btw if someone already wrote a fic like this I’m gonna die. I was so proud when I had this idea lol. Gif is not mine [x] 

Silence. Silence was surrounding you; it weighed heavy on your chest and made you feel helpless and lost.

Dean drove the Impala through the dark night without saying one word. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that you could see his knuckles turning white. The only sounds you could hear were the engine of Baby and the rain which drummed wildly on the roof of the car. Sam was fast asleep after the exhausting hunt you guys had just finished. You on the other hand couldn’t sleep; you were trying to focus on which raindrop would make it down the window, you were staring at, the fastest. Images of the hunt that had gone terribly wrong flashed through your mind. Tears burned in your eyes, blinking them away quickly you tried to think of something else.

This time it was really bad. It had been a kid. Jake Simmons.

The three of you had tried everything to save him in time before the vampire who had captured Jake and his parents, who were dead long before him, could hurt him.

When you had arrived at the nest it was too late. The little boy, who was no more than five years old had laid there on the cold floor of an abandoned warehouse. His clothes were all bloody and his teddy bear was a few feet away from him, also stained with blood.

Every time you closed your eyes, the sight of his lifeless body would send shivers down your spine.

So you silently sat in the backseat, with Jake’s bloody teddy bear clutched in your shaking hands, while trying to ignore the urge to cry uncontrollably.

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duel destinies would have been infinitely better (and i’m saying this as someone who thinks everything up too and including the premise of duel destinies is bad) if they hadn’t soft reset phoenix.

keep hobo phoenix a character, equalize the athena-apollo screentime and set up the final case better by having hobo phoenixs hobo ass only show up to drop foreshadowing for the finale.

hobohodo is actively investigating the phantom shit with miles in the background (versus dd phoenix just sort of being there) but he’s predictably keeping his cards to his chest about it (even from athena).