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Angel In Disguise (Steve x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! To the anon who sent this, I hope you feel better, sweetheart!! This is actually quite long but I had a lot of fun writing the last part. I hope you guys don’t mind though, I just got so carried away writing it and yeah…I didn’t really know if you wanted Steve to end up with the reader so I kinda left it out in the open so yeah. Anyways, enjoy!!😊

Request: Hello doll :) Would you mind doing a Steve Rogers imagine where he’s like your best friend (just like a big brother) and during one Mission you get shot but the Jet is destroyed and the avengers have to take care of you on their own. Steve is Holding your Hand while you’re unconscious and Bruce gets the bullet out. You then get a fever and it Looks back but they can bring you back and Steve keeps taking care of you all the time ? :) I just feel sad and thought I could send in a request like that

“Did you bring your guns?”

You sighed as you looked at Steve. “You can see the guns strapped to the side of my thighs, Cap. They are very visible.”

“I was just making sure,” Cap said.

“And besides I have pyrokineses, I only brought the guns because you insisted.” You gave him a look.

Steve sighed as he stood up. “I just want you to be careful.”

“I know, I know,” you said as Steve gave you a smile before walking to where Clint and Nat were flying the quinjet.

You took a deep breath in before leaning your head back, closing your eyes. The team was sent on a mission as apparently, one of the enhance that HYDRA was working on escaped and was wreaking havoc at some small town. The team had already shut that HYDRA operation before going to find the enhance.

The worst part of going on the mission so far was Steve just nagging at you, making sure that you didn’t forget anything and making sure that you were prepared, all that stuff. You knew he didn’t mean any harm by doing all that but he was like a brother that you never wanted, you still loved him though. The two of you were like two peas in a pot, he was so carefree around you that when you see him interact with other people, it’s weird as he gets so much more serious.

“We’re reaching,” Clint called out but the jet started to shake, the shaking getting worse and worse as time passes.

“What the hell is happening,” Tony asked as you stood up shakily, making your way to the front to look out of the window. You held on to Steve’s shoulder as you saw the grey clouds ahead, before lightning flashed directly in front of the jet.

“That’s not a good sign,” you muttered.

“Thor, can you find a way to stop the storm?” Cap asked as he glanced back at the god who nodded and opened the ramp before swinging his hammer and flying out.

You raised a hand to cover your eyes as the strong wind blew into the jet, Tony trudging forward in his Iron Man suit and shutting the ramp. You let out a breath as he closed the door.

Suddenly everything stopped, the jet stopped shaking and you thought that maybe Thor already solved it but you were wrong. Thunder boomed as lightning strike again, this time hitting one of the jet’s wings.

“Hold on!” Nat shouted as the whole jet tilted to one side. You almost fell and lost your balance but Steve caught you and held onto you as Clint tried to regain stability while Nat checked how damaged the wing was. “Um, you guys aren’t going to be happy about this.”

“What happened?” Bruce asked, looking at Nat.

Nat glanced at Bruce with a stressed look. “The wing isn’t just damaged, the wing was completely ripped off by the lightning.”

“You guys better hold on tight, it’s not going to be a smooth landing,” Clint warned as the whole jet started spinning, the archer trying his best to control it.

You held on tight to Steve as the jet hit the ground, jerking all of you forward. When the quinjet stopped skidding, all of you just stayed there, taking a deep breath it before preparing yourselves and walking out.

Well, now all of you have no way back to the tower. The communicators doesn’t seem to be working as well, it’s probably because of the stupid storm.

As all of you headed out of the jet, Thor landed in front of all of you, worry in his gaze. “The storm is not natural.”

You frowned as you looked at him. “The lightning completely ripped off the wing of the quinjet, so I would say, yes, it’s not natural.”

The god shook his head, Cap walking out beside you. “What’s going on, Thor?”

“The storm doesn’t seem to be created by nature, it seems as if it’s being controlled by something,” Thor said.

“Or someone,” Tony interjected, looking as if he found out something important. “I think I might know what the powers of the enhanced we’re dealing with have.”

“Weather manipulation,” Bruce said, coming to stand beside Tony as he nodded.

“Exactly,” Tony replied.

“Okay, so we have to go find that person, but where? We’re stuck in the middle of some forest,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I think we might have landed near the edge of the forest, from what I remembered from the map.” Clint looked around before pointing straight ahead.

“Let’s go,” Cap said, his voice commanding as everyone started heading to where Clint pointed to.

Soon enough, a town came into view. Buildings, shops, diners. However, some of the buildings looked destroyed.

“This person really seemed to be having fun,” Nat commented as she surveyed the area.

“Tony, Thor, both of you fly around to see if there’s anybody injured, the rest of you, we’ll look around here,” Cap ordered.

All of you were about to do what he said when lightning strike directly in front of all of you, causing all of you to jump back.

“I’m not going to let all of you ruin my fun.”

You looked to the side to see a man around your age looking at the team, an evil smirk on his face. His hair was pure white, contrasting with his dark colored eyes.

Stepping forward, you glanced back at the rest of the team. “Tony, Thor, go. The rest of you go as well. I think I can handle it.”

“You? Handle me?” The enhanced sneered, you turn back to face him, flicking both of your hands lightly, fire bursting out from your arms.

The enhanced looked surprised before he raised his hands, his eyes turning greyish white, thunder booming again.

“Shit,” you muttered. “Dodge!”

All of you managed to jump out of the way in time, the lightning hitting where you were. You straightened up as you aimed your arm at him, shooting out a fireball, knocking him back.

He flew back, groaning. When the enhanced slowly got up, he looked down to see that you had burned a hold in his shirt, burning a bit of his skin as well. He growled as he glared at you.

You took this chance to throw another fireball at him but the moment your fireball hit him, you felt a sharp pain in your side, making you gasp as you fell on your knees, everything going dark.

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anonymous asked:

Ahhh the ask box is open!! How about the boys finding out their s/o is pregnant?? Thanks!!

Hey non I hope you like this! It went on quite long and I had to add some little bits because I couldn’t resist. Also Trigger Warning for: Pregnancy, birth, and mentions of periods.

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I Thought You Were Different (Part 8/?) (Rogers/Barton x reader)

Part 7

When you woke the next morning, Steve wasn’t there; his side of the bed had already grown cold and the room was silent.  Grabbing your phone, you found it to be much later than you usually slept, quickly shooting to wakefulness at your realization.  But Clint hadn’t been by to wake you for your therapy session as he had for the past several days…and now your curiosity was awake as well.  You texted him with no reply, followed by a text to Steve, again finding silence as your only response.

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Some people have already noticed the similarities between Toads and Tiaras and Back in Black, but here’s one I haven’t seen talked about yet. Both Lana and Lucy are shown enjoying their makeovers. For Lana it takes longer to warm up to it, but once she does she’s posing in front of the mirror and admits she feels pretty good. Lucy, meanwhile, is admiring her reflection almost immediately and seems pleased while saying “Hmm, I can live with this.”

Of course both girls end up going back to their old looks in the end, but not because they didn’t like their makeovers. It was because the makeovers just didn’t suit them. The pink girly girl style isn’t a bad one, it’s just not who Lana and Lucy are on the inside. Lana will always be happiest in her red baseball cap and grubby overalls, and Lucy will always prefer somber black and white. That’s who they are, and that’s what makes them awesome.

the second chance hotel

big props to the stud @bigdimbros for helpin me wit the spelling…


It was finally over.  We were done our undergrad: all of the late nights of study and the long hours of test prep had paid off. Jared, Chris, Michael, Dan, and i were finally all done.  We had just walked out of our last exam and were on our way out to the coast for a week of well-deserved rest.

Dan picked out the place. I couldn’t believe we got it so cheap. We had two rooms in a grand old hotel. Honestly, though, it seemed more like someone’s mansion.

Creepily, though, it felt like we were the only people there.

As soon as we arrived, we went straight to the bar.  It was past noon, so we felt that we were well within societal boundaries to consume some alcohol.  The place was totally deserted. There was one bartender - a tanned, muscled guy who looked ready for spring break to start up again.

“Hey guys” he greeted us warmly… “What’ll it be?”

“We’re gonna need shots!” i said.  "We just finished our last exams - now its time to loosen up and kick back!“

"I hear that,” said the bartender pulling down a bottle.  "You all seem like a bunch of smart dudes,“ he pointed the bottle tip at me, “what’s your major?”

"Double major,” I puffed out my chest, bragged, "math and physics!”

A gleeful smile crossed the bartender’s face. He poured five shots. They were a bright red color and went down easy.

Soon, we were lost in an afternoon of craft beer mixed with sugary shots.  I had never let myself go so much. I knew I didn’t have to wake up early for once. That 7 AM physics lab I taught all semester damn near killed me.  I felt like I owed myself a good drunken night out.

We all stumbled back to our rooms. Chris, Jared, and I shared one. Dan and Michael shared the other.  I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I didn’t wake until there was a scream from the other room.

Chris, Jared, and I rushed over.  The scream had come from Michael who was standing in a towel, soaked, like he’d just come out of the shower.

He was looking at Dan.

Dan, normally, was our pudgy friend with the thick glasses and the heart of gold. Our Dan, who had the buzz-cut hair because he never wanted to think about it.

Dan was about a hundred pounds lighter than he was last night. His hair was newly shaggy and blond, cut like some kind of a surfer.  This Dan had abs.  This Dan had pecs. Not huge pecs but they were there, they were clear. Unlike the rest of us, this Dan wasn’t looking at all freaked out.

"Like… what’s up hun?” he said. Lilting, light.

“Uh…Dan buddy…do you notice anything weird?” Jared asked, a little shaken.

Dan hopped out of bed. To our shock he was wearing a lime green thong. He shuffled over and looked at himself in the mirror. Carefully. You could almost hear the gears grinding in his brain.

“Yah…” he said slowly, intensely staring at his thick pointer finger running through the center groove of his eight-pack.  "I thoud be totes hungover right now.  thweet!“

What should we have done? Taken him to the doctor?  For some reason it never occurred to us. It’s only now, in this one moment of clarity that I understand. We couldn’t do anything that morning. I felt like we should drive Dan to the hospital, and I bet the rest of the boys did too. The hotel kept us tranquilized. So, instead we went for breakfast.

Though the day it turned out that Dan didn’t just look different. He talked different too. Permanently. He called us “hon” or “babe” or “gurl” a lot. And he wanted us to call him the same. He’d answer to Danni, but only if you insisted…  and that lisp!!

Also… I never knew a thing about Dan’s sex life. I do know for sure that Danni was super gay. Whistle at bros on the boardwalk gay. Take ‘em back to the room for a quickie gay.  Brunch was like his spirit animal.

We were all nervous about what had happened. People don’t just turn into the swishy version of themselves overnight, do they?  None of us could get the energy to call the cops, though.  Instead all we could do was return to the bar, keep getting drunker. All of us that was, except for Danni - he was up in the room getting laid by some guy we could have sworn was with his girlfriend wen we saw him on the beach. Danni had gone up to him wearing his white and pink booty shorts, sporting an obvious hardon. Goodbye girlfriend! Haha that was classic Danni for you.

We still remembered Dan… but it felt like reality was.. healing… up aound Danni. His whole suitcase was full of those booty shorts and we were getting less freaked out by the hour…

"You gotta admit,” Chris said "Danni’s hot…ya know, if you were into dudes…”

"Haha! Is there something you need to tell us Chris?” Jared laughed.

When it came time to stumble upstairs, Michael practically begged Chris to swap beds with him.

Chris looked Danni over critically. Well, as much as he could eight drinks in. Chris was a tall skinny guy, like a pipecleaner. He was fucking shitfaced. I noticed a weird look in his eye.  Sure Danni was a fag now but he was also a walking sex dream.  Chris was probably sizing him up for fuck, drunk as he was.

“Sure whatever” Chris said, nonchalantly. He and Danni stumbled off.  Meanwhile Jared, Michael and I went to our room.

“I’m gonna grab a shower guys” said Jared. Michael and I took the beds, leaving Jared to the cot.  I remember hoping that nobody else was gonna turn into a Danni overnight.

Ten minutes later there was a crash in the bathroom. A big, heavy crash.  Michael and I went to go see if Jared was alright. We were afraid he had hit his head or something worse.

Well… he hadnt hit his head… but he had fallen.  He was like a half a foot shorter. Jared was now about five feet tall, but built like a brick shithouse. I thought Danni had sprouted a chest but Jared had PECS. BIG FUCKING MUSLCE TITS. Abs. An enormous ass. There he was, buck ass naked, giggling like a schoolgirl in the shower.

“Wanna join me bois?” he asked with a little shake of his plump ass. His shirt but thick cock swung opposite his frequency.  "Come on in and let me suck you all off…or maybe one of you wants to fuck this hole while I suck the others off? C’mon out boys…the waters fine!“

You wouldn’t think we needed to make an excuse… but each of us did. Something just didn’t feel Right. I, for instance, said I just really needed to read my book. We each backed out slowly.  

"So…um…” Michael stammered.


“I guess Jared might as well share a room with Danni”

A half hour later we delivered a fucking fabulous version of “Jer” - as he insisted we call him - over to Danni.  Jer liked tight muscle shirts and athletic shorts and backwards ball caps - you wouldn’t think it’d take half an hour to put that all on but Jer wouldn’t leave the room until he was “fine an fuckable”

Chris answered the door. Still the same old Chris thank god- but he looked a little disappointed when we pulled him away back to our room.

“Oh my god!  Honey you make thuch an awthum himbo!  You wanna fuck or get fucked?” we overheard through the door as we made a retreat back to our room.  Well… that and the bedframe pounding on the wall…

I’m glad I practically blacked out. I don’t think would have slept otherwise. I kept having these dreams about a wizard with a magic wand that came into our room and pottered us into sissy fags like Jer and Danni. I woke up in a cold sweat.

I was almost surprised the next morning when we were all still ourselves. That didn’t last long.  I was in the shower trying not to think too loud (it had been a long time since I thought drinking the hangover away was a good idea).  Michael had gone to wake up Danni and Jer (turned out those fuckers had been uh…UP for hours already - no hangovers for them just hard ons) and Chris was getting dressed.

When I came out of the bathroom, Chris was only barely Chris. He was still tall and had the same face, but his body had filled out - a lot.  He looked like the supercharged quarterback of a  pro football team. Athletic but not perfectly cut - this body was made for the field not just a photo shoot. I couldn’t see his naked dick (thank fuck) but I could see his sizeable package wrapped tight in a pair of under armor boxers.

“Yo!” he said.  "Look what happened man…ain’t this totally great?“


“What’s wrong bro?” asked Chris

“Like O M Geee!” Danni said from the door.  Jer followed up with a “Hello boyfriend material!”.

Michael just rolled his eyes.  "Fuck…really? Okay ‘bro’ what’s your name?“

"Ha…ya my friends call me Topher” said the hunked out version of Chris.  "You should kno that! You’re my bros!“ he laughed the dumbest, most vacuous laugh I have ever heard in my life.

If the bottle blond hair didn’t give it away, the growing bulge while he checked out Danni promised that this was also the gay version of Chris.

Topher was like the all-american boytoy. He wore flip flops, board shorts, and a crew neck muscle t that stretched across his chest, revealing very prominent nipples.  When he wasnt ordering bacon and eggs with a bud on the side, he was checking out the ass of every dude in sight. He mostly talked about beer, football, and getting ass. I’m sure that’s all he thought about too.

I admit I’m surprised we still all got along so well.  Michael and I were suddenly two straight nerds in a group of oversexed fags. We’d all been friends 4 years, that much was the same.  Conflicting memories were in our minds - getting into the honor society with Chris battled with the memory of cheering Topher on at his first college game. Late nights of d&d were conflicting with strip shows we’d been dragged to at the local gay bar.

Somehow we still weren’t calling the doctors.  This didn’t make any sense.  What was going on? There wasnt any pattern.  I had a double major in math and physics an I couldn’t see the pattern.

All day I think Michael and I were just waiting for the eventual.  I started wondering what we’d turn into.  Strippers?  Drag queers?  Most of the gay dudes we’d known in college had been just pretty normal dudes who happened to like dick but whatever was happening to us it wasn’t like that.

We still just kept spending time chilling at the beach and drinking at the bar.  Just a regular vacation with our three best friends who all turned porn-star gay overnight.

Michael and I took the small room that night and the fuckfest in the next room kept running through my mind. I dropped in and out of sleep, making sure that our curse hadn’t hit me or Michael while we were unconscious.

It didn’t hit Michael until almost noon the next day.  I had almost forgotten how fucked up the entire situation was until Michael went up to the room for a nap. Twenty minutes later our amateur bodybuilder Mikey came down the stairs.

He was huge. And he knew it. And he loved it.  He liked to go around in as little clothing as possible. He would only ever put on a speedo, and even then only when we left the hotel room.  It got…awkward when he saw the bartender for the first time - Mikey almost popped outta his pouch.

Just like a bodybuilder he was fucking obsessed with his tan…so sure enough it was a nude beach when Mikey decided it was. That suited the others just fine - Jer especially loves to run around naked.

The conversations were so real…

"I’m telling you Danni… you bulk up a little an you’re gonna be a total stud!” Mikey would say

“Ugh…” says Danni “and ruin my figure?! No way - I don’t need ta be covered in muscle - ma bubble butt does all the advertising I need”

Theyd both laugh. Mikey would call Danni a whore…Danni would call Mikey a beast and Jer would just slip his big hands to his lycra-covered crotch and start playing with himself.  Topher just kept giving us an earful of his dumass laugh.

I spent all day hanging out with the cast of sluts in the city until I finally broke. I was in a room with Mikey and Jer in the other bed.  Mikey was pounding Jer’s ass without even thinking about me in the next bed over. From the sound of it, Topher was enjoying himself with Danni’s hole too. I wanted the room to myself – I was sure they’d all be happy to share a bed.

That night was when I decided to run.  It had gone from a maybe that I’d be next to a certainty.  I didn’t like anything I had seen so far - a bubbly twink…a slutty himbo…Mr boytoy himself and an oiled up lunk.  None of those is my idea of a good life.

I… I wasn’t just going to give up and become a gay whore!

I was smart! I was confidant and brilliant and I had the whole world in front of me! I had job offers piled up on my desk back home. I had a future…these freaks were living solely for today now. Their futures completely obliterated like their brain cells.

I needed to be in charge of my life.

I decided to wait until we all went down to the beach. Then I’d make an excuse an go up to the hotel room and take my bag and catch the next bus back to the city.  I’m sorry guys but youre on your own to get home - if you ever do.  I’m gonna ditch our apartment an take one of those job offers far, far away.

We finished up brunch and Mikey suggested that we go down to the beach like it was some brilliant plan.  Everyone agreed and I said I’d meet then down there. I said I had to piss.

I headed to the room.

Heavy footsteps behind me.

I turned around

It was the bartender looking like the fuck-brain jersey-shore-reject he probably was.  All tan muscles tight clothes and hair gel. Maybe he was the guy making this all happen, or maybe he was just another victim like my friends.  Whatever.  I wasn’t going to be a victim

“You cant escape, he said, "So dont even try…”

I went into my room and slammed the door.  He followed me in.  Duh! Staff have keys! I chastised myself for that.

I tried to ignore him…focus on throwing my shit into my totebag.

“You’ve already been committed since you had those first shots” said the bartender.  "Mostly I’m just weirded out that you went this many days without jerking off.“

Just ignore the…

"What?” I implored out loud.

“The shots I gave you.  They turn you into a gay fantasy.  The only question is which one.  Your friend Danni only lasted a night before he cummed, so he’s a pretty vanilla twink.  Knows he’s hot an dresses the part…but you can find 20 of those in any club. Boring. Uninteresting. Not very valuable.”

“Honestly most dudes can’t even wait that long…I’ve had dudes check out barely bi.  Most get as far as being dedicated cocksuckers but your group dude… your friends were seriously repressed.  Plus when college guys share rooms you gotta plan a sock on the door you know?”

“Then your pal Jer.  Rubbed one out in the shower that night.  He lasted long enough to turn into a pretty hot himbo – he’s got any job he wants dancing.  He’s not even dumb…he just thinks about cock so much there isn’t room for anything else.”

I’d stopped packing.  There was only one thing I heard really clearly… “So all i have to do is not cum…”

“But you’re gonna.” said the bartender.  "Like… every dude cums.  Even if you cage it up or just never touch your dick again youre still gonna have a wet dream or something.  Men cum.  Thats what we exist for.“

"Now your boy Topher - he must have waited until he had the room to himself for a couple minute and then he went to yank.  He waited long enough that now we have a totally basic slutty jock - lots of muscle…lots of confidence…not too much happening up in the brain dept. You can rent a guy like him out for serious cash every night. And he’ll love it!”

“And then there’s Mikey.  You know that nap was just an excuse to explode the volcano…he’s a bodybuilder now …prob’ly gonna spend life as a personal trainer.  He can count reps an’ calories like a pro but that’s all he counts. You didn’t notice but mikey bought you all breakfast cause he didn’t wanna figure how to split the check.  He’d love to split my ass though.”

“The longer you wait, the more extreme it gets. The more your cock is gonna lead you into the places no straight man even knows about. To be honest, the longer you wait, the more masc youre gonna be.”

“So you got a choice bro…how long are you gonna wait?”

Then the bartender just left…quick as he came.

I wonder how quick he actually came…assuming he took the drink…just how deprived is he?  He definitely made it longer than Danni…maybe even longer then Jer…but I’d bet if I told him to bend over he’d be eating pillow before I got my fly unzipped.

What if he was lying and the curse only worked at this hotel…that was fucking ridiculous though…but no more ridiculous then some potion that turns you into a fag.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this…but what was the alternative? I had to turn myself before I got too kinky.

I whipped my cock out and tried to think of something sexy.  It had been a few days so it didnt take long for me to be at full burn.

There were footsteps coming up the stairs. The heavy ones had to be Mikey…

I pumped fast…but before I could bust a nut Jer showed up.

“Hi boyfriend!” shouted Jer in that perma-excited voice he has now.  "Let me help you with that!“

They were all there.  Mikey and Jer and Topher and Danni. Cocks were coming out to tug it with me.  Jer was on his knees working my dick with his whore mouth an his stubby cock with his practised hand. I felt fucking incredible.

I feel like they all knew…course they knew what they were doing.

"I’m gonna blow” I gasp.  Even at the last minute some part of me was trying to hold back.  Trying to keep it from happening.  Trying to hold onto my nerd ass a little longer…but I was past the point of no return. Jer had just sucked harder wen I said it.

I looked across the room at a mirror.  My straight ass was in the middle a jerk orgy that even I found hot.

I could see Mikey beating his little dick and Topher stroking a cock that was gonna be legendary in this town. Danni had simply collapsed on the bed an started vigorously fucking a dildo.

These were my friends

These were my bros

No these were…

My cock exploded in Jers mouth.  I saw him take my huge load like a pro…it only started leaking out down his chin cause he literaly couldnt fit anymore

i exploded too.  my skinny frame burst out with heavy swollen muscle.  my balls dropped like sumone had thrown a bag of gold in my lap…an my fuckstick…i was a fuckin 10" monster.  i’d hurt goin in any ass i picked

an then theyd never feel full again…i wuz definitely…

i looked in the mirror again…i wuz older than the others…i looked maybe 30 or so… an i wssnt smooth like them either…just enuff dark hair that ud never doubt i wuz a real man

never doubt that these were my boys

never doubt thst i wuz…

“So wats ur name bro?” asked topher

never doubt that i was there…

“Master.” i said

wait…wuz that rite?  whatever…there wiz fresh cum churning in balls an it needed release


like hi gurls!  its me danni.  this is where i have to take over the story telling.  once master joined the rest of us in our new dubble awesum lives he stopped talking so much… actually he stopped talkin at all.  'master ’ wuz the last word he ever said.

we were all in the smaller of our two hotel rooms - room 69 of thr second chance hotel.  u like that room name?  i renamed all of them myself… the room where i first changed in now known as 'room DTF’.

i wuz busy reaming out my boipussy with this awesum rubber cock that i found in jer’s luggage. but inremember stopping for just a second when master emerged

he wuz amazing.  like a total god yknow?  i wasnt really into the whole master/boy thing but well… im getting ahead of myself

topher looked confused about what was goin on til jer kissed him…snowballing sum of masters cum into his dumb mouth…then he understood.  he had a physical need to obey master now

next jer kissed mikey.  the bodybuilder gave an animal grunt wen he tastdd the cum and felt masters powrr over him

and last wuz me…now my twink ass does watever my master commands.  i’m still not into master/boy porn or anything…but i kno fo sho that hes my master an i’m his boi.  simple science fact

jer swallowed the remaining cum.  he understood his place in life - an he knew how awesum it wuz

“welcome home master” said Jer…

master gave out a deep grunt.  he had a cockhungry look in his eyes.  pure sex drive

i knew he wanted my ass doggy style.  it felt like the most natural way to receive an order from my master deep in the animal part of my brain

an without question, i bent over presenting master with my twinky ass..i have a firm hole an gurl i luv to put it 2 use

topher handed me a bottle of lube.  i gave my hole a generous dose then lined up against masters cock.

him thrusting in and out of me felt like the best thing i ever done.  this wuz my fuckin birthrite

i came wen master did an just soaked the bed in my sweet cum.  i eagerly licked it up because when master grunted his dumb grunt i knew what he wanted

i found sum clothes in my masters bag an dressed him.  a leaher thong that looks like it got painted on him.  i found his boots.  so natural that they were his boots.

by the time we made our way downstares master had to stop an ruined mikeys ass for any lesser man too.

still he said nothin…just those stupid an sexy grunts.  i dont kno for sure but i think master has his brain totally outta the loop.  i think we"re getting orders direct from his horny cock

“can i help u sir?” said the clerk at reception. master moved rite past him into the managers office.  nobody could say no to him

“hello sir… what can i help u with?” said the manager.  he wuz this fussy little fag…maybe 50 an goon bald.  i dunno if he wuz a fag to start i guess…but to minutes in he wuz eating masters cum an staring up at him in worship"

“come with uth doll” i said

he nodded…unable to resist the pull of a real master.  we ked him to the empty bar where that bartender was polishing glasses

“Ah…hello.  u decided to join us then…” he said looking at masters huge bulge stuffs into his thong"

master grunted in return.  everyone in the room got a little harder

“you better believe it honey” i said. “.  now…about ur thpecial drink…u made it?”

“you got it…” said the bartender. “so the bug guy doesnt talk huh?”

“master doesnt need to thpeak 4 us to obey his will…your invention?” i asked.  i could feel masters will steering my wirds

“yeah…he said.”. sorry tho one shot per customer. no redos :)

“ith for him” i said an pushed the manager forward.

a few seconds later the manager had downed the red liquid

“Look gurl - u wait til tomorrow morning.  then u jerknoff like ur life dependth on it…i guess it does actually”

“tomorrow morning…” the manager stuttered

“yeah…any sooner an i’ll make thure u never touch your pathetic dick again…got it babe?” i asked

he nodded then made a retreat to his office.

“interesting how he turned out” said the bartender.  "i never made a master b4 an ive watched guys go even a little longer.  maybe theres sumthing special abiut him…“

"oh fo sho” i said

“i dont kno wat u did to the manager but u should kno i cant get push around so easy” he warns me

“dont worry…were masters bois.  once u tastd his cum its like u grt hooked rite up to what his cock dethireth” i gestured at the group behind me.  "but ur his partner…this hotel is under new management.  i’m gonna fill this place with the kind of men who need changing…underthand?  and ur gonna change em"

the bartender thout for a minute

“deal.  he said reachin out hisbhand.  "partners”

we shook on it. master wuz busy getting blown by jer

the next day we had a new manager - sure he wuz a little young 4 the job but he sure luvd to please the guests.

a few days later we had a new staff of receptionists…all charming young men- enclusing topher.  he checks guys in an if theyre lookin good he checks them out too.  then he takes there bags up to the room".  if the tip is big enuff he’ll stay all nite

Im masters personal assistant now…my ass is ready to go wenever he needs a quick distraction.  thats usually no more than four times before noon.  he like to sleep in

mikey heads up our gym.  he doesnt sit at the desk ever but he checks every peace of equipment on every man in there at lesst once a day…

jer is in charge of entertainment.  thats whatever he decides it is.  master has been growing his kinky side lately - rite now hes all about rubber jockstraps an nothing else.  jocks are a good choice for jer - his ass is for anyone but master has got his lock on Jers cock.  

these days the hotel is moving faster then my cock in jers hole.  the bar is always packed…the hotel is booked solid…an we break a bed almost evety night.

i do my tour every day to make sure things are running smooth an everyone is lubed up nocely.  i walk past reception - topher is there - an a confused looking man walks in.  i recognize him as a conservative preacher whose always spewing his hate on tv…he’s here because master called him an commanded him to cum.  nobody says no to master

i overhear topher say “welcome to the second chance hotel sir.  i see ur reservation says u’ll need to be staying with us for to nights.  if u’ll follow Zane here to the bar for a complementry drink ill take ur bags up to ur room”

imagine pocket-sized jungkook studying next to you while a kpop playlist plays in the background. sistar’s touch my body would come up on shuffle and jungkook would immediately jump up and start dancing on top of your worksheets.

Zodiac Wars V


 “Did you like the apple?” Sag asked Virgo once he was done. “I picked it out especially for you.”

“Sure you did,” Virgo responded, sighing.

“What was life like, in Scorpio’s base?” Sag sat down once again on the floor across him, “what did you do when you were back there?” Virgo shook his head.

“Awful attempt, you think I’m going to tell you?”

“No– I don’t mean tell me your plans. I’m genuinely curious about what it’s like. I don’t really know Scorpio that well. I was just wondering what your life was like, that’s all,” she looked up at him, eyes shining with curiosity.

“Well,” Virgo said, “for one thing, Scorp never makes any of our team do something as tedious as this,” he smiled, pointing at Sag, who laughed. “I had my own bureau. It was quite nice actually– I had a pretty big room, light streaming through when I worked. And Cap was right next door me, and I could see her everyday,” his heart ached as he thought of Cap– he missed her a lot.

“You’re quite close with Cap?”

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend,” Virgo smiled, “I would do anything for her, and she’d do anything for me.”

“Really?” Sag asked him. “The Cap I know, she wouldn’t even lift a finger for anyone if it didn’t benefit her. Cap is really smart, and it’s been what, at least two days? And yet, we haven’t had any problems with her. Are you really certain she’ll be coming for you?”

“How can you be certain? You haven’t even left this room.”

Sag shrugged, “I just have a feeling.”

“What did Cap ever do to you that could’ve been so bad?” Virgo asked her. He couldn’t understand: Cap was the best person he ever knew.

“It was long ago. Back when we were kids, I used to be best friends with Cap. I thought she was super kind, caring and loyal. We’d talk about everything together, and she’d understand me, even when I said the most ridiculous things. I had many secrets, thoughts and things I was scared to admit even to myself– but I told her all of them because I trusted her, and she promised I could. She was one of those rare people who made me feel like I could belong somewhere,” Sag paused. Virgo continued listening, rather surprised. He always thought Sag had liked being rather carefree and unbound to anyone or anywhere.

“One day,” Sag went on, “we were with Aqua and Gemini. As you know, they’re pretty popular and all. It was a pretty average day. While the four of us were talking, I went up to get a few drinks for us. As I walked back, I noticed they were gone. Completely left me. I just shrugged and decided to go back home, but I felt a little sad too. Later, Cap texted me, and said that we couldn’t be friends anymore, just like that, out of nowhere. Apparently, Cap had told Aqua and Gemini all of my deepest thoughts, but twisted them a little so that they sounded super weird, and made up a few lies about me, because she had a crush on Aqua and wanted to make sure Aqua never liked me. After that, Gemini and Aqua told her that they didn’t really want to be around me, so she said that she never really liked me anyways and just left me. She didn’t even give me a warning. She lied to me, and left me, her closest friend, without a second thought because she wanted to impress someone. I’ve never trusted or liked her since. All she cares about is her reputation.”

“That doesn’t sound like the Cap I know,” Virgo frowned.

“Yeah well that’s only what she did to me. She’s always lying, twisting stories and events to make herself look good. I can’t stand it. And you can’t see it, because you believe her.”

“Or maybe I can’t see it because it’s not true. Out of interest, is that why you pretend not to care?” Virgo asked, “because when you do care and open up, you’re afraid people will leave you like that?”

“I’m not afraid of it; people do leave. That’s why it’s important to learn to be self-reliant. To let go of them, before they drop you.”

“I feel the same way a lot of the time.”

Sag laughed lightly, “You? Seriously? When have you ever felt that way?”

Virgo smiled, “Always. I have many secrets; the difference is I pretend I don’t. So you’d assume that because I have a girlfriend, tend to always double text people, and act rather clingy I’m dependent– but truth is I’m just like you. I don’t ever truly rely on anyone but myself.”

“Yeah but people don’t leave you, even if you did rely on them. I’m always alone. That’s also the difference.”

“You know,” Virgo smiled, “you’re never truly as alone as you seem.”


“So, ready to set up the cameras?” Scorpio asked Gemini. “Set up as many as you can, we want to track their every move.”

Gemini nodded, “no problem. We’ll probably manage to finish in about three to four days. So anyways, I’m just going to go sleep now. I’m tired.”

“Sure,” Scorpio said, and shut the door after Gemini left. She liked being alone a lot, but sometimes it scared her. Being alone meant she could let all her emotions loose because no one would ever see her, but it also upset her because sometimes she wanted people to know how she felt. It was tough to deal with things on your own. It was tough to make decisions that were tough and pretend that it didn’t affect you because you could “push your emotions aside”– but inside, she couldn’t separate her emotions aside which made her feel lost and weighed down. Sometimes she wished someone would comfort her and assure that she made the right decision. The worst was, she often regretted most of her choices– especially the day she lost Cancer. Scorpio spent almost everyday imagining what her life would be like with Cancer, but she knew it was too late for that. The only thing she did know was, after all of this was over, she couldn’t keep Cancer alive. Not when she had killed all of his friends, not when she had wrecked their lives. It would kill Cancer to see her, and it would kill even more her to see herself kill Cancer slowly and emotionally. But tough choices had to be made, and even though she sat on her desk, crying silently now, it had to happen.


 Libra laughed. “You lost! You lost the game! Now you have to do it, we had a deal!” Leo frowned. If only she had won, Libra would’ve been forced to kiss Taurus. But she didn’t win, and now she was forced to uphold her end of the bargain– to confess her feelings for Sag and kiss her.

“Do I have to?” Leo looked at Libra.

“How would you feel if you’d have won and I backed out?”

“I hate you. Why did we play this game again?”

“Because it’s so much more fun than what Aries assigned us,” Libra smiled, “so when will you do it? Tonight?”

“No, we said tomorrow.”

“If you do it tonight, I’ll tell you who I like.”

“I know it’s Taurus,” Leo laughed.

“It’s not.”

“Fine, deal.”


“Tell me everything. Who is behind Scorpio’s plans?” Aries asked Cap, a knife at her throat.

“I’m not telling you.” Aries pushed the knife deeper into her throat, right until it was at the edge of cutting through.

“Tell me.”

“I would,” Capricorn smiled, “but maybe next time, don’t let me take things from your pocket.” She stabbed Aries in the leg with the end of a knife, and cut herself free as he howled in pain.

“See ya later!” Cap yelled out and ran away. Aries frowned.

“Not so fast,” he muttered and ran after her. She would not get away. For after all, Aries always got what he wanted, and Aries never lost.


They had been talking for a few hours now. Virgo was beginning to feel less and less uncomfortable as he talked to Sag. For a moment, he almost forgot that he missed home. Not only had their conversation been rather entertaining, but Virgo was also surprised at how in depth and deep Sag could be. Outside her joyful attitude, it was almost relieving to know she had a brain down there, and a rather unique one. He also kept going back and forth between Cap and their relationship. Everything Sag had told him seemed to awful to be true, yet Sag was known for her truthfulness. He was slowly beginning to question everything Cap had told him, because what if Sag was right? What if Cap only ever cared about her reputation? Surely since I’m close with Scorpio, it could be a theory that could work out– Virgo stopped himself. Thinking this was wasn’t a good idea.

“Is everything alright?” Sag asked Virgo.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I was just thinking about Cap.”

“You’re afraid that I’m telling you the truth. Well I’m not a fan of lying, you know,” Sag smiled slightly. “You know, it’s okay to doubt things. Not everything is completely black and white, or perfect.”

“Everything has the potential to be perfect though,” Virgo frowned, “I know it can’t be, but this relationship felt so perfect.”

“But if everything can’t be perfect, why wouldn’t you question it when it is?” Sag raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” Virgo shrugged, and looked down. “It’s just that even though I know it can’t be perfect, to pretend that it is sometimes– it just gives me hope in a way, you know?”

“Yeah I get it. It’s like hoping for the best even when you know it won’t be that way.”


“See Virgo, you’re never truly alone in the way you feel.”


I’m back at it, now that the holidays have started!

Let me know your thoughts!

If you missed it, here’s

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4


“Hey, uh, do you know how to get to Brooklyn, I think I may have gotten on the wrong train.” You looked up at the stranger hoping to god it wasn’t another middle aged man looking to get your number. 

“Holy shit, you’re Captain America!” He chuckled.

“Yeah, uh, Steve.”

“It’s nice to meet you Steve, I’m Y/n, and we are in the Bronx right now. So i’m guessing you definitely got on the wrong train. I’ll walk you to the bus station, you’re probably gonna need to take a few to get down there.”

“Uh, thank you, thanks. I probably would’ve been stuck out here all day. This whole public transit thing is really complicated.” You laughed at the confusion on his face. 

“Yeah it took me a while to get used to it when I moved here. But you get the hang of it after a while, or you pretend to.” You made it down to the bus station just then, turning to him to say goodbye. “Well it was nice to meet you Cap, next bus should be here in a few.” You turned to walk back towards the cafe. 

“Hey wait!” You turned back to see him holding a piece of paper towards you. “That’s my number, uh, feel free to call if you ever need anything…or like wanna get coffee or something.” You almost laughed at how nervous he was, Captain America was nervous to ask YOU on a date. 

“I’ll take you up on that offer Cap, thank you.” 

Okay, so this is a few days late, but I wanted to write a drabble for Siny’s birthday. Hope your birthday was amazing and awesome and everything you deserve, sweetie! Happy Belated Birthday! And I hope you like this. Enjoy!


“Dude, heads up!”

But it was too late, and by the time Derek looked up, blinking at the bright sun, there was no stopping the football from ramming right into Derek’s head.

It sent Derek toppling to the side, black rimmed glasses flying off his face from the force of the impact.

“Oh shit, dude, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Someone was shouting at him, and then Derek felt a gentle touch on his arm.

It had happened so fast that Derek felt disoriented. One minute he had been rereading the textbook for his history class, the next he was being hit in the head by a football and there were stars in his line of vision. And also, he had a massive headache coming on. Great.

“Does it look like I’m okay?” Derek snapped, rubbing at his left temple, hissing at the pain he felt blooming all over the left side of his skull and slowly through to the rest of his head.

“Uh, right, no, you’re uh, obviously not okay, um. Sorry, stupid question. My bad.”

The voice attached to the hand at his arm was fairly deep, and then when Derek looked up and saw the face that went with the voice, he wondered if this was going to turn into a rom-com situation, because Derek felt blown away by the boy’s handsome features.

“Can I get you some ice? Or something? We brought a cooler with us, I can totally go grab some,” The guy said earnestly, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb, and Derek looked over his - naked - shoulder to see a handful of guys near the other end of the quad, all shirtless, hats on, looking toward Derek and the guy who was with Derek, who must have been the one who would have caught the ball had it not landed on Derek’s head instead, and who Derek saw was also shirtless and oh hey there, dark happy trail that led down beneath the shorts the guy was wearing as well as the peak of black underwear under the shorts and oh holy god.

“Um, uh, yeah, that would be, uh, that would help,” Derek stuttered, looking up into the guy’s eyes and fuck, the guy had probably the most gorgeous brown eyes he’d ever seen in his life. They even seemed to glint a tint of gold in the blinding sunlight.

Then the guy had to go and fucking smile, and Derek was struck by its beauty.

“‘Kay, hold on, I’ll go get it, I’ll be right back, don’t move!” The guy said as he stood up, putting his not overtly muscled, but very well defined anyway, chest on display. “You could have a concussion!” The guy finished and then he was turning around and jogging back toward the other shirtless guys, and Derek was left gaping after him.

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When did Naruto become Hokage? Did Sasuke visit in those 12 years?

A/N: Really long post ahead. This is mostly because I saw other posts wondering about the timeline and I wanted to organize my own thoughts about these questions and decided to make a post out of it. These are just my opinions and speculations. Credit to mangapanda and mangastream for the mangacaps and to kissanime for the movie screencaps.

Originally I thought it was around the time Boruto entered the academy because in chapter 700, Boruto speaks about Naruto being Hokage as if he has been Hokage for a while now, and I doubt Boruto’s sour feelings about his dad’s job materialized over night, but rather came to be after a while. 

So in chapter 700, some time had passed since Naruto became Hokage, but I didn’t think that much time had passed because Gai asks Kakashi whether or not he should be accompanying Naruto. If Naruto had been Hokage for a long time, there would be no need to supervise or anything, right? So I had thought that maybe Gai had said that because this was Naruto’s first Gokage Meeting since he became Hokage. 

And Kakashi speaks in a way that Naruto is proving to be a great successor. The tone seems like he is implying that despite the fact that Naruto hasn’t been Hokage for super long, he is still doing a great job. 

Also, Kakashi talks about stepping down from his position as Hokage, and says “Now I’d just like to go and see all the places…” which also seems to imply that he only retired just a short while back and is now wanting to go on a trip down memory lane. I feel like if he had retired long ago, he wouldn’t use this wording because in that case he might say he wants to continue relaxing? So that still fits the theory of Naruto become Hokage when Boruto entered the academy, a little while before chapter 700.

Another cap from chapter 700 is the Eight Tails talking about how Naruto’s in a very busy position now. Again the important word is “now” and could imply a recent promotion to Hokage. But in the context of the conversation, it seems to mean simply that he is “currently in a busy position” instead of “recently.” 

The next thing we can look at is The Last Naruto movie (I know people found mistakes here and there in the movie that weren’t consistent with other stuff, but bear with me for now).

Behind Hinata is the Hokage monument and we can clearly see that Naruto’s face is not there yet. So at the end of the movie Naruto either still wasn’t Hokage or had just recently become Hokage and his face just hadn’t been etched on the mountain yet. 

I feel like it was more likely that he wasn’t Hokage yet considering Boruto’s attitude towards his dad here. He doesn’t seem annoyed at his dad having some job that forces him to spend less time with him and Naruto is obviously not busy in this screencap so we can assume he hasn’t taken on Hokage duties yet. Also again we see no seventh face on the mountain.

Boruto looks younger here too so again the theory that Naruto probably became Hokage around the time or just before Boruto entered the academy makes sense. 

But with the recent release of chapter 700+5 of Naruto Gaiden, this theory kinda goes down the drain.

Sasuke clearly says that Naruto is currently Hokage. He doesn’t allude to Naruto becoming Hokage or anything, but rather affirms that Naruto is in the position of Hokage and must protect the village. 

Here it is stated that this is a Gokage Summit going on, so my original presumption about Gai wondering why Kakashi wasn’t with Naruto because it may have been Naruto’s first Summit was also incorrect. 

Another important thing we can note is that Kakashi is also not present at this summit, so again there is no possibility that he is the Hokage. 

So where does that leave us? I think first we need to establish a potential timeline and look at two hypothetical situations that branch out into a lot of other questions.

1. Naruto became Hokage around the time Boruto was born

In this theory, the timeline would be what has been discussed so far: the flashback from chapter 700+5 of Naruto Gaiden, then the scene from The Last movie and then finally chapter 700.

This theory would stipulate that Naruto became Hokage around the time Boruto was born. The missing face on the mountain in the movie was either a mistake potentially and the tiny implications in dialogue that I noted earlier about chapter 700 were probably me reading too much into it.

This theory only makes sense if in fact the flashback for chapter 700+5 was before Sarada was born, and the reason I am saying that is that it is possible that Sakura was pregnant during that Gokage Summit. 

Her hand is rested on her stomach and she is possibly a little rounder around the stomach area so yes it is a possibility that she is pregnant in these panels. 

But I don’t like this theory for many reasons. First of all, the appearances of all the characters resemble chapter 700 and thought appearance for Naruto characters are very constant most of the time, the fact that all the Kages are the ones from chapter 700 makes me think that the flashback from 700+5 takes places around the time of 700. Which brings me to the next theory, and the one I think is most likely true.

2. Naruto became Hokage when Boruto was in his early acadamy days

This theory goes along with what I had originally stated in the beginning. If we assume all of those implications in the dialogue of 700 were true and that Naruto became Hokage a short while ago, we can also assume then that in the end of the Naruto movie, he wasn’t Hokage either. So the missing face on the mountain was not a mistake.

This theory makes sense because the timeline would be: the scene from The Last movie, then chapter 700 and finally the flashback from chapter 700+5 of Naruto Gaiden. 

There are so many reasons why this timeline makes more sense but I’ll cover only a few. I’ll leave out the argument about appearances and whatnot and focus on what makes more sense. First let’s tackle Sakura being potentially pregnant in the flashback.

I honestly think it could go either way, but for the sake of this theory, it makes more sense for her not to be pregnant here, and if you analyse the previous panel I had posted and this one above, you can say she doesn’t look pregnant. If Masashi Kishimoto really wanted to lay this flashback in her pregnancy time I feel like he would’ve made her stomach rounder and made it more obvious she was pregnant. 

So then when was the flashback taking place? In one of the panels earlier that I posted, where Sasuke tells Naruto to take care of the village as Hokage, Naruto is asking to go with Sasuke. I think everyone assumed right away that this flashback was from 12 years ago when Sasuke left on his mission for the first time. But let’s look at these panels:

Sasuke states that he’s continued investigating Kaguya. In chapter 700 he is away as well, and I think we’ve all assumed that it was on this 12 year long mission, but as much as that can be possible, it is equally possible that it wasn’t just that one mission for 12 years but other ones too.

This whole page is important in this theory because Sasuke notices something. It’s possible he is reacting to that supposed connection with Sarada but he could also be reacting to an enemy. After gathering info he could have possibly returned to Konoha and told them about what he found out about the Zetsu army. 

This makes sense because it goes along with the theory that the Gokage Summit in 700 was Naruto’s first and then the one in 700+5 was a later one that Sasuke attended.

However, as much as that theory makes sense, there are still so many unanswered questions, ones that we need answers to before we can make any practical assumption about the questions in my title. Again it boils down to this panel. 

According to Sarada she has never met her dad or at least doesn’t remember meeting him. This of course does not mean he never returned to the village and met with others to report on progress and whatnot. Which makes a lot of sense to me because whenever Sarada questioned anyone about her dad (Naruto, Sakura, Shizune), they all acted as if they had very recently met him and had to remind themselves that Sarada hadn’t met him in a while.

Another set of diverging theories come up then: did Sarada know her dad as a child and for some reason does not remember? This is supported by all those Sharingan activation theories that people have posted. The other is that Sasuke did in fact assign himself some mission(s) to look into the things bothering him at the time when Sarada was still a child, and for some reason did not reveal himself to her even though he might’ve visited Konoha in those 12 years.

So what conclusions can we draw from all this? None really! Everything is speculation and until all the facts are revealed through the Gaiden and upcoming movie, it is impossible to make a clear statement about the two questions asked in the beginning: When did Naruto become Hokage? And did Sasuke return to the village in those 12 years?

I think the most plausible theory is that Sasuke, when Sarada was a baby or when she wasn’t yet born, did decide to undertake some sort of mission(s) to better understand the things that happened in the war. He probably realized the danger of the mission, and decided to keep it top secret (he might’ve returned to the village in this time to meet Naruto and/or Sakura). 

When he sensed something in 700 or confirmed his suspicions, he met with the Kages to relay his discoveries. We see Naruto telling Sasuke he wants to go with him, but I feel like Sasuke already understood the degree of the mission, how long it would take and how top secret it needed to be. I think that’s why he told Naruto to stay in the village because Sasuke had already been gone a while and he knew he would be still gone for another while to come. 

He states clearly that he doesn’t want anyone to know about his whereabouts. I think this is where we need to separate the idea of some people claiming Sasuke was neglecting of his duties as a father because that is completely wrong. He did know his daughter, and him not recognizing her right away in Gaiden is not too far fetched because he had recently been attacked by another Uchiha/Sharingan user and if he hadn’t visually seen her for a while it’s possible he wouldn’t have a completely clear idea of what her exact appearance would be (he recognized her as soon as he heart her call him papa). 

But more importantly, Sasuke’s character development here is so amazing that there is no question of anything negative in his choice to go on this mission. He decides to make this sacrifice so that everyone else can have a bright future. Coming from a boy who was very much absorbed in his own agendas of revenge, him reminding Naruto of their deal for cooperation, him wanting to protect Konoha and his friends/family really depicts how he does seem very much at peace now. 

Of course Sasuke is still Sasuke and we can see in the recent chapter even that he still struggles to express his feelings verbally even though they are so clear on his face. All the little details, from him still missing an arm to him keeping his forehead protector that Naruto gave him, it really shows someone who has evolved and yet kept reminders for himself of what has happened in the past and how he will not falter in the future.

Aside from appreciating Sasuke’s growth in terms of his character, we can ponder over what is yet to come. I feel like Sasuke knew that the enemy was after him, and the reason he did not reveal himself to Sarada was indeed for her own protection so that they wouldn’t use his daughter against him. Also, just to touch base quickly on the Karin situation, I think that Sarada finding that picture was just a plot device to get Sarada to find her dad so that this whole mini-series would have some action in it. Especially since the infinite amount of hints and specific key words used in the chapters point at Sakura obviously being her mother. But again that is my own thinking. The Gaiden chapters will probably expand more on all the remaining questions.

In the end, literally the one question that still really bugs me is when were all these kids born? I want to know their birthdays! I want to know what the timeline was after the Naruto gang got married! We know about Naruto and Shikamaru’s weddings but what about the rest? I want to know about that mysterious period of time when Sasuke decided to leave on his mission and how old was Sarada at that time.

What about all the other Naruto ladies? Will they make an appearance in the Gaiden as well? What about Himawari (I think everyone is waiting for this one)!!! What will the Uchiha family reunion be like? Will we get Team 7 nostalgically fighting together again? Who the fuck is that bad guy with the eyeballs in his head (really though, what the fuck) and what does Itachi have to do with any of this?

Obviously there are still so many questions and so many things to look forward to, and it makes the wait for each chapter seem longer but more exciting!

What are your thoughts about this and what are you most looking forward to finding out about in the next chapters?

anonymous asked:

Sam is a total cockslut for Dean and loves how big he is, staring at it and always wanting to ride Dean. Dirty talk. ;)

He doesn’t love it, he swears. He can’t love it by now.

“This was a perfect fucking idea, Sammy,” Dean stretches out on the blanket.

Dean is perfect. He is Kansas born, green eyed, freckled skinned, deep-voiced perfection. You’d think there would be something wrong with him. He’s a gentleman, has a nice laugh, holds doors open for ladies and kids, and can give an orgasm god couldn’t perfect.

So it has to be his dick right? It’s gotta be small, has to be.

No, not even his dick. Not a single inch of it. Sam adores the way Dean has to adjust himself a lot of the time because he’s half hard most days, all because of Sam. Only slightly chubbed up it lays along Dean’s left thigh.

It’s the last day of school here in Illinois and this large field is their escape. There was no homework to be done, no people to socialize with, and they did their laps and training already while Dad is gone. Here in this grass on top of a red, ragged flannel blanket, they’ve eaten their sandwiches and looked at the clouds while Dean sings along with the music coming from the Impala a few feet away.

Taking his shirt off and straddling his brother, Sam goes to grind on top of him lightly. The slow, lazy smile that makes it onto Dean’s face makes Sam hot.

“I was thinking I’d ride you. I-if you wanted,” he tells his brother.

“Of course I’d want that. Just remember we got a time limit, Dad-”

“I know, but maybe you shouldn’t mention Dad while we’re about to fuck,” he laughs, unbuttoning his jeans.

He stands up over Dean. His brother only gets so many luxuries in this life and one of them is getting to see Sam strip out of his clothes. Dark denim slipping off slim, pale hips in summer sun. Moles and beauty marks revealed before delighted green eyes. Boxers next with a little more uncertainty, dropping them to his ankles while a red hue breaks across his chest due to more than humid heat.

“Can’t wait till I get inside,” Dean sighs, wiggling off his jeans, and it’s so Dean like to go commando.

Sam drops back onto his knees, feeling some grass getting through the sheet as he grabs up the lube and flips the cap.

“You were just inside me last night, Dean,” he huffs, paying some attention to the beads of sweat beginning to roll down his back.

It’s a lie if he says he isn’t addicted, that he doesn’t love it. The hard length that curves to the right, veins that stand out the harder Dean gets, and how his cock turns a darker shade of red the closer he is to finally coming.

Dean breaths slow and even so he can keep himself from rolling Sammy onto his back and sliding right up inside the tight, hot pink of his brother. Grabbing up the lube from beneath the edge of the sheet to his right and squinting against the sun, he hands the sticky bottle over to Sam.

Tranquil silence in nature that Dean has never loved more in this moment. These are things he likes to think about while on a hunt with Dad while Sam is left behind. Or when Sam is brooding and spiteful, or when everything in his life just seems hopeless. Not just because the ever expanding body of his little brother is over him, thrusting his thin fingers into himself. Not that he has do much because Dean had just screwed him in the back of the Impala last night.

He runs his fingers along still pale skin, moles in random places of Sam’s body, up toward tightened nubs. Sam is ethereal, to say the least.

He hears Sam’s breath catch as his body leans forward, pulling his fingers from his body gently.

“Ready, darlin’?” he asks, breathless and burning up.

With a nod Sam lifts up enough to push all of his brother inside him, Dean’s eyes slowly falling closed with a breathy groan. Sam with his head thrown back, sunlight hitting his face when he gets down to the fat base, and grabbing his own dick to give it a couple strokes.

With a sigh, leaning forward to rest his weight with his hands on Dean’s chest, he starts off slow. An inch in, an inch out. A long groan from Dean and a whine from him.

“Faster, Dean. Put your hands-” Sam begs, grabbing Dean’s hands and putting them on his slim waist.

He stops Sam for a second to bring his knees up, toes clenching in the sheet.

“Lean back, Sammy. Yeah, put your hands on my knees,” Dean prompts, pushing him back to support himself on Dean.

Sam is a lot more exposed like this, his sweaty palms gripping his brother’s knees. The feral look from Dean has him licking his dry lips and lifting himself on shaky legs to bounce on the throbbing cock inside me.

“Love riding dick, don’t you? Like having something in here, baby?” Dean croons, pumping his hips up slightly to encourage Sam to ride faster.

Sam’s lip pulls back on a low growl, finger nails digging into hot flesh as he fucks himself down, hard, into Dean’s lap. The sting of skin on skin against his damp ass only add to everything he’s feeling. 

“Just this dick, only love fucking your dick,” Sam answers back, letting out a guttural groan at the end.

Sam pushes the inside of Dean’s knees to spread them wider, wants to make Dean come inside him already. He can hear the desperation in his brother’s voice, his words as he scrambles to hold on to Sam or curl his fingers into the sheet.

“Keep going, keep going. God, yeah,” Dean begs, forehead wet and freckles face red.

They’ll both be a little sun burnt and so sweaty their skin will stick together, but that doesn’t stop Sam from flicking his bangs from his face and swiveling his hips just the way Dean loves.

“Riding just the way I taught you, huh? Show me what else you learned,” Dean breathes heavily, licking at his top lip.

Sam’s eyes go predatory with a wolfish smile. The wet friction on his dick stops for a moment so Sam can lean forward, all in his space again so his eyes have to cross.

Dean cries out softly, Sam’s ass moving, grinding with shallow thrusts. 

“You taught me this,” Sam trembles, rolling just his hips. He was unsure of this move when Dean’s hands had directed him on how to move because Sam doesn’t have the greatest ass or the best hips. But he had been practicing when he had time alone. Moving nothing but his hips and thighs to ride his brother’s cock. It made him tighter inside, could get Dean crying out like a bitch beneath him.  

Strong arms envelope him, holding him down against Dean’s chest and his breath wheezing. They’ve still gotta be careful with their time, Dad will rip them a new one if he finds them gone.

“Dean, please,” Sam pleads into a pink, slack mouth. 

He gets a long groan in response and Dean fucking up into him, catching onto his rhythm.

“Oh fuck! Hit right there–” Sam arches up, hair flying into his face. gripping Dean’s shoulders in a death grip.

“Don’t even try to move, you’re gonna stay,” Dean growls, hand slapping down and groping a plump cheek, “right here and take what  I’m giving you.”

Sam shrieks, fighting the fierce hold. Dean can use brute force when he needs to, but he’s kinda wishing he wouldn’t at the moment. Kind of.

“D-dean,” he stutters, slipping along the elders torso, still not asking him to slow down.

“I don’t need you whining like a little bitch later on tonight,” another slap to his ass, “because you want to ride me again.”

His legs twitch, his toes digging into grass to find footing. “I w-won’t! I promise,” he sobs, tears springing to his eyes.

“I don’t want you getting me hard while Dad is sleep and I’m driving, since you might decide to give me a slutty show from the backseat,” Dean hisses, grabbing Sam’s face to force him to look down at him.

His ass is gonna be too sore to sit down by time they get back on the road. Skin red and bruised, but this is just talk. At the first rest stop his brother will be on him with apologies, massaging cream onto his abused flesh.

“I don’t want you pressing up against me in bed with your mewling and those puppy eyes, asking for more of my dick,” Dean continues, “so you’re gonna get with the program and put in some effort.”

His teeth dig into his cheeks, and he rolls his hips down while Dean thrusts up, summer sun burning up his back. Bugs, brush of grass, and their heavy breaths a mix in his ears. 

“Let me up, I wanna finish this,” Sam whines, pushing away and up.

Dean lets him, arms going upward and grinding inside the hot clench of Sam. Lifting straight up and pounding back down onto fat dick. He doesn’t wanna blow before Dean, but he’s about to, holy fuck is he about to. Leaning back and gripping onto the top of Dean’s thighs he tries to hold off as best as he can.

“Dean, I’m–” He doesn’t have to say more, sweaty hand surrounding his aching cock and pumping firm and quick, a smug smirk in place on his brother’s face. 

His thighs try to lock up together, but Dean is way ahead of him, keeping his other hand on his right leg to keep him spread as he rides out his orgasm. He’s fucking loud, his voice echoing into the empty field as he shakes and sobs out every intense spurt of come.

“That’s it, baby boy. Got your fill for the day, huh?” Dean asks, still taught with the chance of his own orgasm.

Sam nods and breathes out through his mouth, sensitive in all the good places he should be. 

“That doesn’t mean you stop, Sam. Keep going, you know the rule of reciprocation!” Dean pouts, pumping his hips up a couple times, right into his prostate.

“Okay, okay. J-just take it easy,” he hisses through his teeth,  delicately moving on top of his brother.

Reaching back with one hand to roll Dean’s balls in his palm softly and tightening around his cock on every pull out. 

“Yeah, that’s perfect,” his brother murmurs, closing his eyes when his thighs start to shake.

Like he said, Dean only gets so many luxuries in this life and a good orgasm should be another one.

“You wanna come inside me?” he asks, voice quiet and his body feeling more relaxed by the minute.

“Just a little more, ’m about to, Sammy,” Dean’s voice strained, hands tightening on his hips.

Sam lets his middle finger reach right under Dean’s balls, press against it and finally watch Dean grunt once, pulsing his load out. He stops moving on top of his brother once Dean complains about over  sensitivity  and his come is seeping out around his softening dick.

Dean loses his breath once Sam pulls off of him, sliding down between his spread legs and taking him into his wet mouth; slowly sucking him. 

“Cock warmer,” Dean slurs, putting one arm over his eyes.

“You’re gonna give me more later. No matter if we’re in the car, in a gas station, in our motel room. You always give me more whenever I want,” Sam lick at the come that made its way down Dean’s balls then goes right back to suckling at the flaccid length again.

Dean groans, laughing. He knows he will.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he whispers, petting at Sam’s head, hearing the music coming from the car again.

Just a pair of sun burnt boys in Illinois.

I’m not too confident about this one, actually.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I have a question about types of poly. I get that there are many different types but I have a friend who says they're poly but their poly seems so much like cheating? They say they like several people at once, so its all about who likes them back first and then start dating that person monogamously but likes/flirst with other people without telling that person? I'm just wondering can you call that poly?

Back up. Back right up. I’m going to say this loud enough so the people in the back can hear me: if their “polyamory” does not include the AWARENESS AND CONSENT OF ALL PARTNERS THAN IT IS NOT POLYAMORY.
While there are many ways to style a polyamorous relationship, everyone HAS TO BE AWARE THAT THEY ARE IN ONE AND WHAT THAT MEANS. OTHERWISE IT IS JUST THE BREAKING OF TRUST.
I hate using caps in answers. But I am so tired (like I can feel it in my bones) of people cheating on their humans and calling it “polyamory”.


After seeing the ca:cw trailer I want to tell something but don’t hate me, okay? Tony seems so hurt by cap. He still makes jokes and everything but you can see that he doesn’t want this. None of this. Cap was his friend and still is and he meant something for him. They fought together. They helped each others. Tony is broken.But Steve doesn’t show any sign of sadness. I feel like Tony could be dead, it wouldn’t matter as long as bucky is alive. Steve just threw away the people who were against him without feeling bad (even if they were friends).
I really love cap and stucky and don’t like stony.. but seriously what cap did is wrong for me. He has the best reason to do that (bucky) but he can not just turn his back to Tony, Natasha, etc….
(Sorry for my english and team captain please don’t hate me it’s just how i felt things while watching the trailer if you disagree, please do tell me)

Civil War Summer Read Along Week 3: Summary

Welcome to the third Civil War Summer Read Along summary post. If you’re not reading along, if you couldn’t find all the comics, or if you just want my take on the Civil War, read onward!

This week we read five comics: Civil War Frontline #2 and #3, Amazing Spider-man #533, New Avengers #21, and Fantastic Four #538. 

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