extreme lameness

Little One: High School Proms

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: You and Kol are hooking up at Mystic Falls High School when your siblings, Damon and Stefan, followed up by Klaus and Rebekah Mikaelson, burst in and almost ruin the night.

*Requested: “I love Little One. It would be great if you write the next part. For example a school party. Klaus and Rebekah want to hurt Elena. Stefan and Damon looking for Elena. But they in one of the classrooms found Kol between thighs their sister. They just prefer to each other than family drama.

Oh

So if you had a great time writing the request, may I ask a follow-up romance Salvatore-Mikaelson? I would be delighted :D

Word Count: 1859

“This is so stupid!”

Caroline Forbes, one of Elena’s best friends, had organised a huge event at the Mystic Falls High School to celebrate something you did not bother to know. People were talking about it all over town, most of them going crazy over clothes, shoes, drinks and all that teenage crap. You always found those things extremely lame and boring. But, of course, Damon and Stefan forced you to smile and accept the invitation to go to the party. Ever since they found out about your relationship with Kol Mikaelson, they were following you around, just to make sure you would never be one second alone and go off to meet him.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Damon said, winking, and you scoffed. “Look, I like this just as much as you do. But I’m doing it to protect Elena. Klaus is still chasing after her and he could be really dangerous.”

“I know that, Damon, I lived with him for over twenty years.” You said, while putting on a pair of high heels.

The vampire narrowed his electric blue eyes, gazing at you annoyed. Almost as if he did not want to remember you spent so many time with the Mikaelsons.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You smiled, spinning around in front of him. “What do you think?”

Damon swiftly lost the angry traits and quirked an eyebrow, analysing your choice of clothing. As you did not care nor have enough time to go shopping, you had to pick one of your old dresses. It was nothing extraordinary, but did a pretty good job on flattering your every curve; plus, the gown had a considerable cleavage. Definitely the kind of dress it would make Kol freak out and be all jealous over you.

“Too sexy for the teenage boys to handle.”

“Well, thank you, mister. You don’t look bad yourself.”

“As much as I love spending time with you, we need get going. It’s almost nine.”

“You’re right.” You giggled. “Off to the car.”

Damon offered his arm and you gladly accepted, marching to the car as a couple of old friends. While he drove to the school, you could not help but think of how much you loved your siblings. Although you hated how overprotective they were, in the end of the day, Damon and Stefan would always have your back, always helping you in anything you needed and understanding your choices, even the ones they did not approve it. Dating Kol was one of those.

You sighed, placing your hands in your knees.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Why do you look like somebody died or so?”

A laugh came out of your lips and you faced your brother, stroking lightly his face.

“I just missed you. And Stefan too.”

“Who knew Y/N Salvatore had real feelings?”

“Oh, come on Damon! Don’t spoil the moment.”

“I missed you too, sis.” He kissed your cheek. “How about we get inside? If I’m right, things will get wild in a little.”

“Oh, fuck, the blood smells so yummy from here!“ You said, jumping out of the car.

“Just be cautious and don’t let anyone see you, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry.”

Inside, you could see couples dancing to a soft ballad, it was actually kind of cute. It got you remembering how much Kol loved to spin you around and pull you close, singing in your ear. A smile grew in your face and you walked towards the bar, anything with alcohol seemed a great call for the moment. However, before you could get there, a guy stopped you.

“Hi there, gorgeous.”

“Do I know you?” You asked, awkwardly.

“No, I don’t think so. But I’d love to.” He took your hand, kissing it. “I’m James, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“How about I pay you a drink?”

How about you be my drink?” you thought, flashing a wide smile.

“Sounds nice.”

James turned out to be a nice lad, even though he was definitely not your type. Nearly got you guilty for seducing him just to feed. You had to shake your head to focus on what he was saying and not demonstrate you were annoyed to be there. The only thoughts in your mind were that you had to get him out of the crowd, finally enjoy the time you lost on him by tasting his blood and make it fast enough so your boyfriend would not catch you with him. Kol could be really nasty when he was jealous and, since his siblings, Klaus and Rebekah, were after Elena, the family would probably show up.

“Can we go somewhere private?” You questioned, wearing your best smile.

“Sure. There’s a bunch of empty classes we could use.”

“Great.”

It took only a few minutes to escape the noisy party. The teenage boy placed his hands on your shoulders and kissed your neck. You spun around and faced him. He pulled you closer, squeezing the skin of your waist. You felt like a snake, watching your pray approach to finally attack it.

“You’re so beautiful…”

Before he could lean in and kiss you, somebody ripped him off and threw him on the ground.

“You do not mess with somebody else’s girlfriend, mate!”

Kol!” You yelled, pulling your boyfriend away from the other guy. You knelt before James and looked deep in his eyes, compelling him to stay there and not scream.

“What were you doing with that guy? Why he had his filthy hands on you?”

“I was just going to feed, darling.”

“Did you have to let him touch you?”

“I’m not going to argue with you over this any more. What are you doing here?”

“Guess.”

“Your psycho siblings are after my brother’s girlfriend.”

“Jackpot!” His devilish smirk showed up, as he slowly walked to you to place a kiss on your lips. “I missed you, babe.”

“Me too.”

“So, do you still fancy a drink?”

“Always, honey.”

Kol chuckled and pushed opened one of the classroom, quickly getting inside. With the door completely open, you dragged James through it and sat him on the teacher’s chair. The boy whimpered scared, but the compulsion did not allow him to do any further, just await to a likely death. You parted his legs, placing yourself in the middle and bending to get the best spot on his neck. He smelt so good and the alcohol on his blood would only make it better. Ultimately, you sunk your teeth on him, spilling the red liquid and calming your thirst.

“You look so sexy when you’re feeding, love.“ 

The brown haired Mikaelson caressed your hair, observing closely your movements. Eventually, you dropped the young man, pretty much dead, on the floor and stood up, facing your boyfriend. The blood was dripping, leisurely staining your chin and slithering through your cleavage. You knew how much Kol loved to see you like this: dominant and strong. A lethal weapon against his sanity.

"Don’t you want have a taste?” You whispered in deep, filled with lust, voice.

“Oh yeah.” He replied, claiming your lips with his. “Shit, your mouth tastes so good, darling…”

You only hummed against his mouth, your hands pulling a lock of his hair aggressively. Kol laughed, kissing the soft skin on your neck, his tongue wiping out the traces of blood from it. Your body was way more responsive than usual and a couple of small strangled noises slipped.

“This is not, oh…” He found your wet core, circling small figure eights on it. “Fair!”

Mikaelson stopped the movements beneath your skirt and firmly grabbed your hips, turning you around and bending you against the table. You struggled to breathe, feeling his length hard on you.

“You drive me crazy, Y/N.” He smacked your ass, making you groan. “I just want to fuck you until you’re senseless.”

“Damn it! Stop teasing me!”

“Y/N.” You glanced back, staring at him. “Can you stand up for me?”

“I can try.” Both of you giggled.

Kol gave you a hand, helping you to get back on your feet again. He smashed his lips onto yours one more time before sitting you on the room’s desk.

“Now what are you going to do?”

“Stick my head between your legs and eat you out until you beg.”

“Uh, you had me on the eat out part.”

The sweet chocolate eyed Mikaelson smirked, a hint of mischief infused in his irises. He knelt in front of you, grabbing your feet and rubbing it softly. Small shudders spread across your form. You screwed your eyes shut and let out a girlish moan.

“I want to hear you screaming my name, love.”

“I thought you were supposed to make me beg.”

He opened your legs, kissing your inner thighs. Kol pulled playfully your panties’ waistband, which made you bit your lips. Your core was so warm and wet that got you anxious for his direct touch. It was almost hurting.

“Stop fooling me around, Kol Mikaelson.”

“Couldn’t you wait, love? Such a hurried kitten!”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Mikaelson took of your knickers and went for it. He darted out his tongue throughout your entrance, suckling your folds and placing delicate kisses on the soft skin. His touch was simply delicious. Kol always got you desiring more and more.

“Oh, Kol.”

“Y/N?” You heard Damon’s voice calling out. “Are you here?”

You have to be kidding me!”

“Y/N?” It was Stefan’s time to reach for you.

Kol stopped what he was doing and raised his look to meet yours. But, before you could say anything, Stefan and Damon bursted into the place. Followed up by Klaus and Rebekah. “Oh, God, why can’t I have sex with my boyfriend? Is this some kind of punishment?”, you thought coming down from the table and facing the astonished look from the trespassers.

“What do you want?”

“We need to find Elena!” Stefan said, worried out and ignoring the whole situation you were in. “She’s gone and doesn’t answer her phone.”

“This is all your fault!”

“I need her, mate. I wouldn’t bloody hurt her.” Klaus retorted Damon’s statement.

“But Rebekah would.”

"Oi! Don’t talk like I’m not here!”

You exchanged a look with Kol. Both of you hated that family drama and could not care less about Elena Gilbert’s whereabouts. You sighed, hearing the fight become louder.

“Can you just shut up?” You yelled, narrowing your eyes. “This is not the place for that kinda argument.”

“But Y/N…”

“For fuck’s sake, I want to shag my boyfriend. Am I asking too much?”

“Ew!” A chorus emitted, whilst frowning. “OK, this is entirely irrelevant.“ Klaus snorted. "Are you going to come with us and look for the doppelgänger?” “I’m sorry, Nik, but I’m with Y/N. I couldn’t care less about Elena Gilbert.”

“So, all of you, leave. Right now.”

You are not bossing me around!” The Original Hybrid growled.“I’ll do what I want.”

“Niklaus, I’m not going to argue with you.”

He raised an eyebrow and Rebekah opened her mouth to say something.

“Nor with you, Rebekah. Now, go off to find Elena or whatever, just leave us out, okay?”

“I’m not leaving you alone with him.” Damon pouted.

“We already had that conversation. He’s my boyfriend, suck it in.”

“But…”

“No “but”! Out of here.“

Kol was standing against the table, arms crossed and a proud grin on his lips. After everyone left, you ran to his arms, hooking your legs around his waist. The man laughed and you kissed him.

"Now, where were we?”

I’m writing this now so I don’t forget to post it lolo also this is extremely unedited take this however you want!!! It could be romantic Latte or platonic//bromance Latte!!!


So everyone’s talking about how Shiro coming back and bringing Matt with him will make Lance feel like he’s going to get replaced as the blue paladin and/or how Lance feels like Matt would be a better blue paladin

What if Matt actually brings Lance’s confidence down a tad bit when he first arrives, but quickly picks Lance up again after they actually start talking// get to know each other?

Also in my head Matt is like the leader of the rebellion group// is in second command (like a deputy of some sort)

When he first arrives with Shiro, Pidge is the first one to just run up to them and squeeze the living shit out of Matt, and they just have this long ass bro hug (even though Matt is basically getting suffocated). After, Matt meets everyone else on the team (except Lance) and gets along with literally everyone (Slav included).

Both Matt and Keith constantly look after Shiro, and literally baby him 24/7. Matt even teaches// practices hand to hand combat with Keith. They also are sometimes lone wolves and follow their instincts most times during a mission (but Matt knows how to back down// knows when to listen to his team most times) Also they both have fuzzy hair

Apparently Matt was once an engineer of some kind back at the Garrison, and loves eating anything Hunk gives him. Matt joins Hunk and Pidge’s group, helping them out with mechanics and stuff, (since he was most likely a higher rank then both of them at the Garrison), sometimes even correcting Pidge when they’re doing a separate project of some sort.

Allura talks to Matt about plans of sorts, and loves his ideas// adjustments to some of her original plans for a mission, and Matt started studying Altean with the help of Coran when he tries pronouncing the words and when he has problems understanding the rules of the language

The only person he hasn’t really talked to// met yet is Lance. The main reason why is because Lance doesn’t want to ruin his relationship with Matt the same way he thinks he messed up with Allura when they got to know each other.

Everyone just adores Matt and constantly puts the spotlight on him. He’s even better then Keith with most things, which is astonishing to Lance, but it hurts more knowing that he has spent his whole Garrison year trying to beat Keith at basically everything, and impress both Keith and Shiro but never gets a praise out of anything.

He has a hard time thinking what his special talent// what he contributes to the team. In his mind, his only talent right now is being extremely annoying.

Lance doesn’t hate himself. He has his insecurities sure, but he doesn’t hate himself. He just hasn’t found what he’s good at yet. It used to be taking care of his family and comforting them when they had a bad day, but that doesn’t seem to end the case anymore. Sure he was there for everyone else when Shiro went missing (I’ll probably write another post about it later)

Also, Hunk doesn’t upright ignore//forget about him. He still talks to Lance and he kind of knows about Lance’s attention needs, but with all the missions and projects with Pidge, it’s hard being one person. They’re still friends, but they just aren’t as close as they used to be.

Lance is the kind of person that doesn’t tell anyone anything unless you confront him about it because he thinks he’s just being a burden to everyone. He knows that he has to stop bottling his feelings, but it’s hard when the people you consider to be your family is busy dealing with they’re own problems .

He would talk to Coran, but he’s trying to be there for Allura whenever she needs him, since they’re still mourning over Altea

There’s Shiro, but they aren’t exactly ‘close’. At all. Shiro is still trying to recover from his one year as a Galran prisoner. It’s harder for him to move on since one of his arms was removed and replaced with a metal one after being experimented on.

Pidge is still looking for her father, and Keith is still adjusting to the fact that he has Galra blood inside of him, and is also looking for his family.

Slav isn’t exactly helpful with emotional stuff, and Kolivan is a rebellion leader leading a large group of followers

Lance can’t just break down in his room. People would hear him, and he’d probably get scolded for not telling anyone about all his problems and his attention needs .

That’s where Matt comes in. So let’s say that Lance is hanging out at the front of the ship one night when everyone else is sleeping, just watching the stars and thinking about his family, maybe even messing with the star map

Matt couldn’t exactly sleep that night because he was wondering where his dad was, or/ and how his mother was coping with the loss of her family. He gets out of bed and makes his way to the training deck (something he picked up from Keith), only to be stopped when he sees the glow of the star map in the front of the ship. Thinking its Pidge for the hundredth time that week, he walks in ready to scold the fuck out of her.

When he sees Lance just sitting on the floor of the ship, a blanket over his shoulders, and still wearing his usual outfit instead of his pajamas, Matt gets a little worried. He actually scares the fuck out of Lance when he asks him what he was doing, and Lance starts cursing in Spanish, since he was born in Cuba. Matt apologizes for startling him, then asks if Lance is alright.

Lance just gives him a shrug, before zooming back into one of the planets in the star map. Curious, as to what the paladin was looking at, Matt takes a peak over Lance’s shoulder. It’s Earth that Lance is looking at. The sudden realization that Lance is homesick is enough for Matt to sit down besides the paladin and put an arm around his back in support.

Matt let’s Lance vent on and on about his family and how fucking much he misses them and how much he just wants to tell them that he’s okay and that he’s coming back as soon as he can, and how much he’s kept his feelings in because he never had a chance to talk to anyone about it. Matt just listens to him, not even interrupting him once throughout the whole thing, and rubs his back often when Lance looks like he’s about to cry.

When Lance is done, Matt admits that he’s homesick as well, but only because his mother has basically been abandoned by her family, and once in a while he feels guilty for not trying to get back home and instead is joined a rebellion group, but he knows he’s doing it for his mom’s sake, and for the Earth and all the other planets are safe.

And they just talk, except it’s extremely awkward because this is the first time they’ve actually TALKED to each other since Matt arrived, and in the Earth calendar Pidge has, it’s been months.

But they do talk (finally), and most of the things they talk about is either about Pidge being a dork or how they miss their families, maybe even some weird/goofy stuff, like how Slav actually does calculations stuff or how many planets there actually was using some mathematical bullshit methods, and by messing around with the star map.

Then Lance accidentally brings up how awesome Matt is and how he should be the Blue paladin and not him because to his team Lance is just an annoying try hard// joker

So Matt quickly throws that thought out the fucking window, and tells Lance how much the team cares about him and how much Pidge has said about him and how brotherly// awesome he is and how he’s an amazing sharp shooter, while Matt is just some dude that used to be a coward most of the time

So they just talk about how amazing the other is and they keep talking throughout the night (until they fall asleep on one another)

This is extremely lame lol I’m sorry

Dating Tae Includes...

Originally posted by bwipsul

—cheeky snapchats ;))

—but with those sexy ass snaps that he sent you, there would also be some hella derpy ones too cause yah know… this is taehyung

—randomly saying lame but extremely cute pickup lines

—"can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back, babe.“ 

—and you going along with it sometimes

—"of course you little cute piece of shit…”

—other times, however………

—"tae baby, I love you but kindly shut the hell up, please.“ 

—CUDDLING IS LIKE A RELIGION TO HIM 

—really sweet and soft kisses

—hella tongue action when he’s in the mood

—like literally his tongue can make you orgasm in like 4 seconds if he was that needy

—youre the “playful” couple

—surprise kisses!!!

—always finding an excuse to touch you not even like sexually it’s like holding your hand, playing with your hair, thigh caressing, forehead kisses, etc etc

—eskimo kissing is a huge fuck yeah!!!

—hand kisses cause he’s a sweet lil gentlemen 

—defiantly an a$$ kinda guy 🍑

—booty grabbing 👀

—ass slapping 💥👋

—anything with your ass he is totally down for it!!! 

—kinky sex

—handcuffs, lingerie, role play, strip teasing, blindfolds, voyeurism, ear muffs, mouth gagging, organism denial, breath play, you name it he is willing to do it cause he’s a kinky freak himself 👅💋👀

—not that vocal in bed bUT SOMETIMES HE JUST CANT HOLD HIMSELF BACK AMD WOOOOWW HIS GROANS AND MOANS ARE SUCH HUGE TURN-ONS FUCK YEA!!!

—random text early in the morning saying shit like “do pigeons have feelings?” “is it called sand cause it’s in the middle of the sea and land?” “if barnacles is a bad word in SpongeBob than what does that mean for barnacle boy???”

—defiantly wants to be a father ASAP

—fighting about what gender your first child will be

—"tae, I want a girl first…“

—"well, that’s gonna suck when we have a boy first, amirite?”

TICKLE FIGHTS

—which then lead to making out 😛

BATHING TOGETHER

—which then leads to making out and more 😛

—the kind of bf that can never get enough of you like he is just so in love AWWWW 😊

—fckin’ hella jealous type 😳

—denies the shit out of it tho

—"just admit that you’re jealous and I’ll cancel on taemin tomorrow, okay?“

—"but that’s the thing, love. I’m NOT jealous!" 

—gets set off by you even hanging out with one of the members for too long!!

—defiantly the boy you’d bring to meet your parents

—you support him in every way cause he needs that shit!! #protectmytaebby 😇

—stressful day at work= rough sex ✊💦

—then afterward, you’d stay up all night to talk about how his day went before slowly drifting off to sleep in his arms 💤💤

—he buys you anything and everything gucci cause that’s his favorite brand and "my love will always be wearing gucci cause that’s just how much she’s worth”

—seriously gucci produces prices are set to as high as 15M like I’m shookenth like ???????? 

—binge watching hwarang and fangirling whenever he comes on screen

—"OMO! TAE YOU LOOK SO GOOD WITH LONG HAIR!“

—"AHHHA! YOU’RE SUCH A GOOD ACTOR!”

—"baby, calm down…“ 

—"MY BOYFRIEND IS SO CUTE!!”

—"aww, thank you, but my girlfriend is soooo much cuter”

—attacks you with kisses

—like all the time!!

—pillow fights that are so hardcore sometimes you guys have to go out and buy brand new ones cause the last ones ripped open oops???? 😇

always messing around together

—cooking turns into food wars 🍕🍟🍔

—baking turns into frosting fights 🍪🍰

—clothes shopping becomes a fashion show

—grocery shopping becomes “who can get to aisle 7 faster with a shopping cart”

—telling him everything that bothers you

—him telling you everything that bothers him

—not only would you be dating the best bf ever, but as well as your best friend and you’re so thankful for taehyung cause wow

—and of course, taehyung feels the same exact way. 😊✊ hwaiting~! 💗

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taetae isn’t even my bias… and neither is joonie, but I ain't a loyal stan sooooooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Tattoo

Requested: No.

Kind of winging it. Enjoy.

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A shaky breath was soon released from my body as we awaited for the tattoo artist to return. My body was shaking with nerves and nothing was seeming to calm me down. I’ve never gotten a tattoo before, even after claiming for years that I always really wanted one.

It’s just always been something that I’ve procrastinated upon and held back - always seeming to make up an extremely lame excuse as to why I couldn’t get a tattoo any time soon but really, I was just nervous.

But here I am, standing directly in the center of a tattoo parlor with a pounding heart and shaky hands. The only reason I actually had the guts to drive down and be here right now was because Justin practically begged me to come and get one.

I disagreed at first but it wasn’t long before he was sending me his famous smirk and offering me a deal I was willing to accept. If I got a tattoo, he would get one as well. Or rather - another tattoo. He’s already gotten many before, so I don’t really understand why it made me feel better that he was recieving one wih me. But it did.

So thats how I got stuck, being a nervous wreck in the middle of a well decorated Tattoo parlor.

“Relax baby. Don’t be nervous.” Justin assured from the tattoo chair besides me.

In an unconvincing gasp of a high pitched voice, I managed to squeak. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”

Justin only looked down on me as if I were a child who had missed the obvious point, “For one, you’ve sighed around 15 times. You keep tapping your foot on the ground and when your nervous your voice gets higher.” He pointed out.

Damn, why must my boyfriend know me so well.

I sighed, soon shutting my mouth with wide eyes when he threw me a pointed stare. Make that 16 sighs.

Finally Justin fell acomb to defeat - finally realising that maybe I was a little more nervous then he anticipated me to be. “Babe, It dosen’t hurt that much.” He sympathetically granted me a lopsided smile.

Though only two words seem to stick in my head, “That much?! ” I exclaimed.

Justin blew a sigh of his own. “Yes Y/N. I’m not going to go ahead and start ranting about how painless this is and that it dosen’t hurt at all because then I would just be lying.”

Well that’s a great thing to say to a person who’s just about to get a tattoo, already fearing for there potential life ahead. Okay maybe I’m exaggerating just a little but still - really Justin? Thanks for the pep talk.

Mental eyeroll.

Though he continued. “But its nothing you can’t handle. Believe me. I wouldn’t force you to do anything I didn’t think you couldn’t handle.” He assured. At the sweet words, I smiled at boyfriend, nodding my head.

Thats when the tattoo artist returned from wherever he had gone, a few items in hand. One being what looked like a cloth and the other being a gauze roll.

I pointed towards the roll. “What’s that for?” I asked.

The bulky tattoo artist who was seemingly sheeted in tattoos himself, flicked his eyes towards me and grinned sweetly. “Gotta wrap it up in something when we’re done. Its stops the blood from seeping into your shirt.” He explained.

My eyes shot towards Justins in a split second, feeling my heart sink further into my chest “BLOOD ?!”

Justin’s face fell amused, and he let out a strangled chuckle. Yeah, well, I was going to strangle him. “Relax baby girl.” He smiled

The tattoo artist laughed heartedly and seeped his eyes over to Justin’s, a finger extended to point back at me. “First time?”

Justin sighed. “You have no idea.” I pouted and he smirked at my expression.

The man laughed and made his way over to my seat, where he then proceeded to place the items in hand on a metal table besides him. The table extended out to a bulky looking machine, I presumed to be the tattoo gun and at the sight of the monstrous looking device, I gulped.

My eyes subconsciously trailed over to glare at Justin, realising that a woman who I assumed to be another tattoo artist had approached him and began asking questions about the tattoo he wanted to get. Thankfully, Justin and I had already discussed this topic.

“So, what can I do for you today?” The artist asked in a deep southern accent.

I slid a hand in my pocket, pulling out the sketch I had drawn and handed it over to the man.

His eyes flickered over it a few times, nodding in appreciation at the work. I did take an art class or two. Okay thats a lie, I’m an art major. “Does it have a meaning?” He asked.

“There isn’t too much meaning to it, but it represents him,” I pointed towards Justin. “And nobility.”

“Nobility?” He nodded. “I like it.” The tattoo artist smiled. “Wheres it going?”

“Just below my left collar bone.” I answered

He smiled. “Alright, you don’t have any problems with needles or anything?” He asked.

“….I don’t think so.” I hesitated.

“Alright, well if the pain gets too harsh to handle, just tell me and we can take a break.”

Thats when the flicker of the tattoo needle sounded, a light buzzing sound filling my ears as I watched the man pull the needle nearer and nearer to my skin until finally, it made contact with the thin layer of flesh by the bone.

I hissed, squinting my eyes as the man continued on with the tattoo. I’ll admit, it didn’t hurt as much as I anticipated it to be but It definitely was no walk in the park either.

Slowly but surely, managing to do so without moving my shoulder to much, I looked over at Justin who was just starting on his tattoo as well.




The artist wiped the last bit of blood off with the folded up cloth as he finished up the tattoo, turning off the machine. I sighed in relief noticing that the session had come to an end and opened my eyes which were glossy with tears.

With the back of my hand, I managed to wipe away the tears scattered across my eyes quick enough before the man could notice and thats when I heard him say. “Alright sweetheart, all done. Take a look.”

I slowly but surely shifted my neck to crease down at my newly tattooed skin by my collarbone. And at the peice of ink scorned permanently across my chest, I quealed. It was amazing, just how I imagined it. I smiled, looking over to the artist who was admiring the masterpiece he had created on my chest.

“Its amazing! Thank you!” I exclaimed.

“No problem. Wasn’t too bad, was it?” He asked.

With the squint of my eyes, I shrugged. “It hurt, but not as much as I was expecting it too.”

He smiled, nodding his head. “Would you do it again?” He asked.

Would I? “Yeah. I mean, I love tats. I’ve just always been too afraid to come and catually get one. But now that I’ve done it and I know that its not as bad, yeah. Definitely.” I smiled.

“Good. Lot of people get turned off after there first tat.”

“Well, not me.” I laughed.

“Good to know.” His eyes shifted over to Justin, “Well, looks like your boyfriend’s done.”

I followed the man’s eyes over to where Justin sat, also looking down on his freshly completed tattoo. A smile adorned my face in admiration of my boyfriend, just as the tattoo artist began wrapping up my tattoo, which may I say sat quite awkwardly, considering the position it was in. But soon enough, we had paid for the tattoo’s and left the parlor.

The next morning

Justin and I stood around our friends, smiling as they all eagerly watched and waited. We haven’t really taken our bandages off since we received our tattoo’s so this was really a surprise for everyone. All our friends were here. Ryan, Chaz, Hailey, Kendall, Maejor, my best friend Avery, Justin and I’s parents, even Justin’s manager - Scooter.

“Ready?” We both smiled.

Everyone nodded.

Justin and I shot each other a quick glance before slowly beginning to remove our own bandages off, finally revealing our settled tattoos. My smile fell so wide at the look of my own, and I was quick to jot over and glance at Justin’s. It was perfect and I don’t think we could have chosen better tattoo’s. Everyone stared in awe, wowing at the final result.

“They look so good!” Maejor yelled.

“They do look really good sweetie.” Pattie smiled.

“Thanks. I really like them.” Justin replied. “What about you?”

Looking down at our tattoo’s once more, I grinned wide. “I love them.”

They were perfect.

Fit for a king and a queen.

Works Everytime (Star Lord Reader Insert)

Anon Request: Could I please have a s,tut with y/n and peter quill having a pickup line contest until it starts getting touchy feely. (Ps could you please add a hand job for giggles c: I love your work btw

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), hand job for giggles, tiny bit of dirty talk, peter calls reader a slut (but only once it’s okay)

Words: 1906

all these pick up lines are extremely cheesy and i want to die but enjoy lol

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“Did you sit in a pile of sugar? ‘Cause you have a sweet ass,” Peter comments, still pacing around the bunk like a mad person while you’re sat crisscross on his bed. Surprisingly, it’s not his worst one yet.

“Well, you’re slowly getting better,” you tell him, not looking up from his old, beat up Rubik’s cube that you’re struggling to solve.

For the past few days, Quill has been “testing” his infamous pick-up lines on you. They were all extremely lame and you’re honestly quite amazed that they worked on anyone ever.

It all goes back to when you guys were hitting up the local bar. Peter was doing his usual business of being completely skeevy. He’d spotted a girl he’d found particularly attractive and, keep in mind that these were from his tellings, apparently she was eyeing him pretty hard too. However, when he’d finally gone up to her and delved into his inner library of lines, she threw a drink in his face. You felt more bad that you weren’t there to see it rather than for the man himself. Although, you didn’t hesitate to bust out laughing when he came up to you drenched in pungent alcohol with a tiny, pink umbrella stuck in his hair and a sour expression.

Peter tried his luck again a day or so later and, while there were no tossing of drinks, he was deafeningly bitched out by a girl to the point where he physically had to leave the bar so she would stop. That was pretty awesome too.

Only thing was, it had completely crushed the deep faith he had in himself to be able to pick up chicks. That combined with him being sex-deprived was making him 10x more annoying and bitchy than usual. He would rant about how he swore he was cursed or something, but you reminded him that not every woman is always dumb and/or drunk enough to fall for his shit. Yet, that didn’t satisfy him and back in reality, he was still being just a tiny bit deranged.

“That’s bullshit. These are golden, like, you should really be writing these down,” he declares, half serious about his statement.

“Uh-huh, anyways…” You’re more focused on completing the cube to care about this whole situation. Any other person would be able to move on with their life but, for men with an ego like Peter’s, this was an utter travesty.

“I’m serious, (Y/N), these are great.”

“Mhmm.”

“What?” he asks incredulously, “You think you could do better?”

“Honestly? Yes.” Anything you could churn out would be better than what he’s delivering.

“Alright, go ahead. Hit me with one,” he eggs you on. Since Quill is obviously hellbent on not letting this go, you toss the cube to the side. You pause for a moment before meeting his eyes in what you hoped resembled a sexy gaze.

“Are you a racehorse? ‘Cause when I ride you, you’ll always finish first.” You want to cringe at your own words, but you remain confident.

“Not bad for a rookie,” he shrugs, moving to sit next to you on the bed. “But, (Y/N), lemme ask you a question: do you have a mirror in your pocket?”

“I don’t think so, why?” you say sarcastically, indulging him. Peter leans in close, his face only inches from yours. He lowers his eyes sinfully and lets his voice drop an octave as he speaks.

“Because I see myself in your pants.” There something in the air that shifts and tells you to push it further, so you let your hand rest high on his upper thigh, feeling his body heat radiating through his pant leg. His eyebrow quirks and his stare is hard, almost entirely not blinking. Your faces are incredibly close to the point where you suddenly have the urge to feel his mouth on yours. However, you’re more desperate to win this little contest.

“What are you doing tonight? Besides me?”

“Your clothes would look even better on my floor,” he shoots back.

“I wish you were soap so I could feel you all over me,” you remark slyly.

“Babe, are you an elevator? ‘Cause I want to go down on you.”

This back and forth goes on for a little longer until you decide to kick it up a notch. Your warm hand drifts slowly from his thigh to his slight bulge, letting your hand massage it gently. He maintains eye contact, but his eyes flutter slightly and you feel a puff of air fan against your face from his soft exhale. Your eyes automatically follow his tongue as it swipes at the corner of his mouth.

“Are you the delivery man?” you whisper, snapping the button open on his pants and dragging the zipper down slowly. Your fingers trace the v-line that’s etched into his hips before letting them slip past the waistband of his boxers, ultimately closing them around his undeniably hard cock. “Cause I think you have a package for me.”

Peter barely has time to smirk at your stupid words because you’ve begun stroking him mildly. Freeing him from his pants and underwear, you run your thumb over his tip, collecting the glistening pearl of pre-cum as a lubricant. His chest heaves up and down at a steady pace, his muscles clearly defined through the fabric of his shirt.

“You dirty cheater,” he says with a breathy chuckle. You bite down on your bottom lip, doing your best to hide your satisfaction. The light, almost whiny curses that fall from his lips are foreign and new to you. It wasn’t like you’d never heard him say “fuck” before, but it was either in an angry or joking tone. The way he muttered it under his breath followed by a low grunt spoke a thousand more words and they all said sex. “Shit, (Y/N).”

Picking up the speed, he groans and throws his head back. You take the opportunity to kiss his neck, leaving small bites and licks on his skin. With your free hand, you run your fingers through his hair and watch his fists clench in the sheets beneath you, his knuckles almost white and his eyebrows knit together. He’s a panting mess and, within moments, you feel him thicken in your palm. His jaw clenches and a grunt erupts from the back of his throat. Hot, stickiness coats the back of your hand and wrist and you feel yourself grow heated at the sight of him so unraveled.  

The hand of his that isn’t tangled in the sheets is balled in the fabric of your shirt that covers your lower back. When he finally relaxes, he slumps back against the bed with his cheeks a lovely shade of crimson. You kiss his jaw sweetly, get up to grab a random piece of cloth off the floor to wipe the sign of his pleasure off your skin. In some way, you feel victorious and smirk to yourself as the image of him coming undone replays in your mind. But that feeling of triumph is replaced with a slight fear as your hips are rapidly gripped and you’re thrown onto the bed like a football through a field goal.

“You wanna play nasty, huh?” Peter asks, gritting the words through his teeth as he tears through your layers. Your cotton shorts are ripped past your thighs so fast it leaves a bit of a burning sensation. He’s quick to remove your panties as well, the action taking mere seconds and spreads your legs aggressively. There’s something about his primal assertiveness that drives you 50 shades of crazy and you shiver as the cool air hits your core.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he mutters more to himself than you, for you can barely hear the words.

With one final, sinful wink, he buries his face between your legs. Your back immediately arches off the mattress as you take a sharp intake of breath. His tongue rolls against your core like a wave crashing against the shore, then slips it inside your heat forcing you to pull at your own messed hair. All you can manage are incoherent whimpers and whines and you could swear your eyes almost cross. His own devilish eyes meet yours, holding your gaze until you give up to throw your head against the pillow. It feels incredible, your body already beginning to twitch. Your legs threaten to close but he’s stronger and holds them in place, letting his fingers dig deep into your skin in order to do so.

“Fuck, just like that… Oh my God,” you groan, licking your lips.

Peter works you over a little longer until your body tightens, then you shudder all together. A warmth runs through your veins and an explosion is set off in your lower stomach. But he isn’t done with you yet.

Quill deftly pushes two fingers inside your wetness, filling you to his knuckle and wraps his lips around your clit. Your hips threaten to buck upwards, but he somehow manages to hold you still. Curling another finger inside you, he holds your leg up over his shoulder to get a better angle on your g-spot and strokes it with each pump of his fingers. You come again, a lot quicker than last time and you can’t help thinking ‘damn, he’s good.’

“You like that? Like me fucking you with my fingers?” he asks, knowing the answer by your pleasantly contorted expression. “Bet you want my cock instead.” You nod, letting your nails dig into his shoulder and your fingers pull at his hair.

Your calling his name over and over like it’s a damn prayer. Even though you probably should, you don’t care who hears it. Because now, you’re working on your third orgasm. Your body’s a quivering mess and every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. And- oh! There it is again!

He helps you ride it out, letting you roll yourself against his face and you’re breathless once you’ve returned from your high. Your body feels like goo, as if you could melt right into the mattress. You don’t feel Quill slide up next to you until you feel his lips press against the corner of your jaw and, without looking at him, you can feel that his cockiness is back in full effect.

“Little slut likes her pussy eaten, huh? How many times did you come, baby?” he asks, arrogance dripping with each word. His grin is especially evident against your skin and you almost want to smack it off of him. But, for some reason, you’re grinning too.

“Shut up,” you order breathlessly whilst trying to manage the mass of mess that is your hair.  His hands wander under your shirt, trailing up to cup your breast. If it was even possible, he grins even wider when he feels you have no bra on and rolls your sensitive nipple between his fingers. Your back raises ever so slightly as he pulls at the soft bud, heat threatening to pool between your legs once more.

“C’mon, tell me.”

“Three,” you answer, you voice much more breathier and whiny than you anticipated. “You happy now, Star Lord?”

“Mhmm, told you those lines are golden,” he brags, not too long after sucking a deep mark on the spot below your ear that you know someone will blatantly point out later. “Works everytime.”

The Song Is You (Chapter One)

Summary: A summer road trip with your best friend lends its way to some revelations. 

Author’s Note: This has been a long time coming, you guys!! You’ve probably been hearing Esme and I talk about our fic collab for a while now. We’re very excited to finally begin releasing this special piece to the public! All we can say now is that you will finally understand all the Monster Mash and “rick rolling” jokes you’ve heard in the last weeks. 

*** If you wanted to listen to the road trip playlist that is mentioned in this chapter, please click here!! 

Words: 4,481 

Warnings: an extremely cheesy mixtape, lame jokes, Lin showing off (so, nothing?) 

Without any further ado, welcome to the world Esme and I have so lovingly crafted for you! 


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anonymous asked:

You think MikaYuu will actually be canon? People always says "it won't be canon 'cause OnS is a shonen" or "it won't be canon 'cause OnS is written by a male" but I really don't think these are valid arguments. (love your blog. sorry for bad english)

Those arguments are silly. There’re actual shonen mangas with LGBT characters.

Yu Yu Hakusho was a shounen, written by a man and has gay characters and in HxH it’s kind of hinted that killugon is a thing too, because Togashi supports LGBT.

Shingeki no Kyojin has Ymir and Historia too, and it’s written by a man.

At the very least, Shonen jump might not want it to be canon but *shrugs* then all he would have to do is not pair them with someone else and hint at mika/yuu. (Like korrasami)

Bad arguments made by people with low-quality thought processes tbh.

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