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What TV writers think is good LGBT representation: *protagonist teary eyed* My attraction to the same gender is so painful I wish I did not feel this way…but alas it’s my burden to bear. Also I have dated both men and women but I don’t like labels. *dies*
What is actually good LGBT representation: *protagonist wearing sunglasses playing the saxophone in front of a giant bisexual flag* How am I doing? Well I’m just getting BI!!! Haha get it?? Because I like both men and women so I’m bisexual. 

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walking back from a lover’s apartment, it’s 1 am, and you don’t know how to say you’re not in love. the sky is purple and you sit down on a bench outside. 

it’s between autumn and winter, the skies are gray, and the leaves are golden and crimson. the boy you love brushes your hand. you want to lay in his bed and listen to the wind. 

you’re an expat in paris. you drink coffee at a cafe on the seine and watch beautiful parisian women stroll by. the air is crisp and sweet. 

fluffy pre-relationship shallura headcanons

- allura pointing out the new galaxies to shiro while after hours in the control room in front of the giant window
- shiro taking her to the decontamination room to show her how rain feels on earth (and then allura chasing him around/throwing trinkets at him to simulate the altean rock showers)
- platonic bed-sharing thats initiated when they both pass out after a long night of strategizing in allura’s room (it just becomes a regular thing and neither of them ever openly question it)
- touching their foreheads together after one of them wakes up from a nightmare, the room is totally silent except for heavy breathing that slowly calms down
- watching lance and keith bickering via the security cameras and lip syncing over it
- allura finding preserved juniberry seeds and shiro helping her grow them
- coran barging in on them sleeping in alluras bed and alluras skin turning bright red as coran quickly hightails it out of there without waiting for an explanation
- pidge doing the same thing after they decide to move their situation to shiro’s room

i didnt know how to end this list, if you have any more ideas, send me an ask!!

EDIT made a second headcanon list! https://shalluravoltron.tumblr.com/post/158837889679/shallura-headcanons-part-2
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Kento and Tsuyoshi found the Shibuya poster, and then food!

Tsuyoshi says taking the photo was embarrassing, so the 2 of them together took less than 10 seconds lol.

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natgeo Video by @tbfrost | Right in front of John F Kennedy’s winter White House in Palm Beach, Florida, a friend took me on a walk and we stumbled upon a researcher who was checking sea turtle nests that had hatched to look for any little ones that hadn’t escaped. We got lucky (so did the little turtles) and the researcher found 2 Baby loggerhead sea turtles , pulled them from the nest and sent them on their way, their first journey being a 40 foot dash to the sea. Several different species of sea turtles lay nests here but beach front properties with giant retaining walls to try and keep the sea at bay and landscaping / house lights left on all night are affecting the nesting success of sea turtles along this highly developed stretch of coastline. Despite how sad it makes me knowing humans are impacting wildlife like this - It is random mornings like these that make life so wonderful and this work worthwhile.

Undercover Martyn - Two Door Cinema Club // Cardiac Arrest - Bad Suns // Cough Syrup - Young the Giant // The Summer - Citizen // Violent Inside - Joyce Manor // Twin Size Mattress - The Front Bottoms // Sex - The 1975 // Old Yellow Bricks - Arctic Monkeys // Take a Walk - Passion Pit // Banker - The Cinema // Flaws - Bastille // Midnight City - M83 // Cigarette Daydreams - Cage The Elephant // Changing - The Airborne Toxic Event // Moon Comes Up - Boy In A Box // Float On - Modest Mouse // Robbers - The 1975 // Super Rich Kids - Frank Ocean


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I keep seeing this pop up and I just…

When Yang jumped at Adam to save Blake, did any of us actually sit there and go “wow, she’d only do that for Blake.”?

No, we didn’t. There was never any doubt that Yang would do that for the rest of her team. So seeing Yang jump in front of a giant Grimm to save Ruby doesn’t diminish what Yang did for Blake. 

It doesn’t take away from that moment. It only enhances just how much Yang cares about people. Stop cutting down an amazing character just so you can pretend you have ammunition in your silly shipping war.

The King’s Omega

 Pairing: Crowley x Reader (start)


Summary: Every omega has until she comes of age until the mating ceremony to find a mate to bond. Of course, those who don’t have to pick from alphas that have also had bad luck, and the ceremony is just that for Y/n: a last resort. But, Crowley, the alpha she meets, is the king of kings when it comes to alphas, and why is she so interested in him?


Author’s note: I wrote this sorta as a drabble, but then, I just kept writing and thought of maybe turning this into a series. Anyways… take a look.


Warnings: a/b/o dynamics (somewhat modified), obviously pr eluding to a smut chapter so part 2 will probably contain that sort of warning


Word count: approximately 2600 words.


Catch up: Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5


   When you were a young pup your mother would tuck you into bed at night, she would pull a very large, very old book down from the bookshelf and read the same old story. Your favorite story. You could recite the words perfectly by the time you turned five, but no matter how old you got- you always begged for your mother to read it to you instead.  Most of the stories your mother had told you, held lessons for life between their lines, ones you had counted on to see you through difficult situations. But this story trumped the rest.

Originally posted by ephemeralsyzygy

   This story was of the omega choosing ceremonies. 

   Now your mother would always begin this tale with the same old lecture. “Not everything, Y/n, is a fairy tale. Omegas are mated to the Alpha that wins them-no loopholes, no negotiations. True mates aren’t common at all, which is why these ceremonies are done. Do you understand?”

     “Yes, Momma,” you would reply.

    Once upon a time, but not so long ago, lived a beautiful omega…

   “Y/n, please don’t stay out too late tonight with the other girls!” Your mother called from the kitchen as she saw you heading toward the door in your party dress and heels. “It’s hunting season and alphas are always…”

     “-Rowdy after a hunt. Momma, I know,” You smiled warmly at her and she nodded back.

   It wasn’t that she was scared of alphas, but your mother didn’t want you to be corned into a bond like she had been. She had always said having to learn to love someone was harder than heartbreak ever could be. 

   When you returned that night, she had been waiting with treats, and a movie.


     …she lived in a small house with just her mother, unmated and alone…


    You had always been careful. Never brave enough to dare get close to any who remotely even knew an alpha, but you had needs. You felt your own arousal peeking as you turned around over and over in the mirror. The dress hugged your curves in just the right places, your make-up was just right, and the heels made your calves pop. You wanted, no needed the attention. You needed a mate. 

     Your mother wanted you to wait another year before attending a ceremony, but you couldn’t. Your gut wouldn’t let you wait anymore. Anxiousness was filling your body, but so was excitement. A need you couldn’t quite squash.

    “Just promise me-” your mother said watching you from the doorway to your room. “-Whatever happens tonight…you pick who you want to bond with. Do not be pressured.”

      “I promise, Momma,” you say hugging her tightly.

    “That’s all I can ask for,” she says as she kisses your hair lovingly, and ushers you out the door.


     ….When she grew of age, she attended the mating ceremony…..


     “Miss L/n, everyone is waiting in the ballroom. Just line up with the other omegas and the bachelors will be out shortly to court you,” the doorman informed you as he held open the giant door. 

      Your heels clicked against the tile floor as you shuffled behind the rest of the omegas, most of whom had dressed in more expensive dresses, whose hair was done by elite professionals. Girls who were, in your opinion, far more omega(y) then you. 

      When you came to the end of the hall in front of giant doors, a small woman stepped in front of the herd.


      “Hello ladies, I am the Mater- and  I will be escorting you through tonight. For those of you who don’t know what a Mater is. I am the person who binds you and your bonded mate together in front of the pack,” she says in a low, authoritative manner. She smirks and adds, “that is…after the intimate part, of course,” which earned her a few chuckles from the rest of the group. “Once, these doors open…”


       ….The ball was beautiful, the music sublime, but the little Omega was still missing something….


        “..So when these doors open, just remember the rules- and you’ll be fine,” the Mater finished just as the doors behind her opened.

     The crowd rushed in eagerly, squealing out excited gasps. You quickly followed suit. Unfortunately, you didn’t see the group stopping. You slammed into one girl’s back, who through a fit threw you forward through the crowd. Your heels slid across the tile like water and you stumbled, trying to stop. Your body went top heavy, and soon you could see the ground racing towards your face.

    Suddenly, you were caught. A strong smell of amber, cinnamon, and woods met your nose, and you instantly knew it was an alpha. You were guided up to your feet, but kept your eyes cast downwards, in fear and anticipation.

     “Look at me, omega,” came an accented tongue that held no vice or anger.  It also caused your body to tingle more, and that terrified you further. 

   “I said: Look. At. Me. Omega,” the voice commanded and your eyes snapped up. 

Originally posted by eomerr


     ….But when her eyes met a man’s she instantly knew. He was what she was searching for. Her alpha, her mate….


  Instantly a set of fiery red eyes caught your attention, but as you watched the red fade to a deep brown, your eyes caught the sight of a wicked smirk. 

    “Better,” he purred, causing your chest to tighten in anxiousness. “I’m Crowely, poppet. First ceremony, love?” he asked cockily, smiling when you nodded in a shocked confirmation.

    He pulls you close to breathe in your scent, and quickly releases you. His eyes, now that fiery red again, hold your own for a moment before he shakes his head and steps back. 

    It was then that you heard the whispers behind you:

   “It’s the King!”

   “Alpha!”

    “He smelled her? He smelled her!”

   Their exclamations slowly drown out as you watch him retreat to the back of the room with the rest of the alphas. Your eyes focused on his fiery red ones, that you can see across the room, as if he was starring into your soul. Your body felt rigid, an overload of thoughts, feelings, and senses rock your nerves as you debate what the hell just happened to you.

Originally posted by frozen-delight


      ….He was as handsome as she was kind. She was as ruthless as he was sincere. She wore his bite with pride. This was how the King met his queen, his omega……

bad boy jungkook

Originally posted by mvssmedia

  • wow i can’t believe i haven’t done this au before
  • actually i can because i never do anything right
  • while reading this please listen to bad boy by cascada thank you
  • okay so jungkook isn’t your usual bad boy stereotype
  • mostly because he’s still pretty young
  • like most people think bad boys and they think motorcycle gangs
  • jungkook hasn’t gotten his license yet
  • BUT he does have a keychain with skull (persona 5 skull uhhh) keychain and he thinks it makes him look cool
  • nah jungkook hangs with kids his age or a little older than him and they’re known around town as being a group of wild ruffians
  • like picture this
  • jungkook had snake bites?? and an eyebrow piercing
  • his gauges are always in and he numerous other piercings in his ears including a helix
  • although young, he still has a few tattoos, to include a set of coordinates on his upper arm area (right below his elbow on the inside of his arm)
  • and then a butterfly behind his left ear
  • he keeps his hair black and parts it down the middle slightly (so imagine war of hormone hair my dudes)
  • he’s always wearing his black ripped skinnies and if he’s not it’s because he’s wearing boxers to bed
  • i looked up bad boys online and it’s a bunch of generic white men who aren’t even attractive so like that’s not helping
  • jungkook wears a lot of band shirts and they’re always a little too small so they can show off his muscles
  • sometimes he wears one of those basic leather jackets but not really because the one he wears is yoongi’s and it’s way too small for him
  • he does have a bomber jacket, a black one, that he wears quite often though
  • his go to shoes are doc martens, the shiny black ones, or the matte maroon ones and he never changes that ever
  • rumor has it that he also carries one of those baseball bats around too and people say it’s to break in windows and other juvenile delinquent activities
  • you’ve never met him yet though, despite being somewhat close in age
  • tbh you wonder if he’s actually real because people do a whole lot of talking about him but is there proof??
  • you think not
  • he’s probably like the town cryptid
  • which means that people wanna be him, find him, or-
  • anyway
  • you’re at work one day when you first see him
  • you don’t actually know it’s him though
  • it’s super late at night, as in like ten minutes to closing so you’re not really expecting any customers
  • this kid comes in though, ripped as hell and you can’t help but stare
  • because this kid has to be like twenty why is he in toys r us??
  • is he an uncle? a cousin? a dad? a child at heart?!
  • you don’t know, and you find the whole situation fascinating, especially consider the piercings in his face and the chains hanging off his belt loop
  • but alas, you’re only a cashier so you can’t exactly pay attention to him when he wanders off into the numerous aisles
  • you almost wanna go up and tell him that toys r us is bankrupt and that he could probably get a better deal elsewhere like idk amazon
  • but you can’t leave so you wait
  • it only has to be ten minutes and he comes back towards the front, holding this giant toon link doll in his arms
  • the thing has to be over a foot tall
  • this boy is just hugging it to his chest and he’s smiling to himself and he’s so cute?? he looks like an overgrown bunny??
  • you pray to god he comes to your register and guess what
  • he does
  • who saw that coming
  • as he approaches the register, he looks almost a little nervous ?
  • he doesn’t make eye contact with you, and when you give your mandatory “hi, did you find everything you needed today?” he just give a curt nod
  • you shrug it off though because he’s just a stranger that you’ll probably never ever interact with again
  • but then he blurts out “you’re not gonna tell anyone right?”
  • “i’m gonna do what now”
  • “it’ll ruin my image”
  • “what image.”
  • his brows furrow
  • “am i supposed to know you”
  • jungkook doesn’t know whether to be amused or somewhat offended
  • “you’re kidding me right?” he rests his elbow on the counter right near the credit card swiper
  • you roll your eyes “uh no? i don’t know who you are.”
  • jungkook leans in closer now, a smirk tugging at his lips
  • he’s probably like five inches from your face now
  • “are you positive?”
  • you two are just staring at each other and it’s so intense like he won’t look away but it’s almost like a challenge so you can’t be the first to look away either and it’s been like five seconds now
  • but then your manager comes over the loud speaker intercom thing?? “attention we will be closing in five minutes, again, please note we will be closing in five minutes”
  • you and jungkook both glance up at the ceiling, and then when you look down again, you find he’s no longer staring at you
  • you’re kind of disappointed and that freaks you out
  • you put his plushie into a bag, and hand it over to him “have a nice night.”
  • “wait-” he frowns. “you don’t know who i am yet.”
  • “i don’t think i will.” you giggle
  • jungkook blushes faintly at the sound of your laugh
  • “i’ll come back in a week to buy happiness…” he grabs the bag, beginning to walk out the door. “tell me if you know then, okay?”
  • and with that, he’s out the door
  • you blink, unsure of what to think at all
  • the next day, you describe the situation to one of the other cashiers
  • “wait wait wait-” he shakes his head. “did he have like… piercings under his lips and some tattoos?? probably had like… a simple plan shirt on?”
  • “actually it was linkin park but that sounds right.”
  • the other cashier just stares and you think maybe he’s dying or something because he’s not moving or speaking??
  • “that’s jungkook.” he says slowly. his voice gets a louder, more excited. “oh my god you actually met jeon jungkook, oh my god-”
  • “wait you mean cryptid boy?!”
  • “uh i think?? he’s just i dunno… the hottest guy on the face of this planet, how are you so lucky?!”
  • you shrug but you’re blushing hard because he’s right…
  • jungkook is seriously the most handsome person you’ve ever seen in your entire life and you hate to admit it but you can’t stop thinking about him…
  • you wonder if he’s really gonna come back just to see you
  • but you see him again before that
  • it’s late at night again
  • not super late, probably eight thirty
  • you’re walking home from work
  • your boss let you go home early because toys r us and their bankrupt asses don’t wanna pay their workers for a full shift
  • you’re walking home okay and you have a nice hot chocolate in your hands and it’s cold and dark outside
  • you’re almost home, just in the neighborhoods in your development
  • and you hear someone? someone familiar?
  • you stop, then stare because standing there, in front of someone’s townhouse, halfway up a tree, is jungkook
  • he’s wearing a black beanie this time and it’s so nice on him
  • you might just die
  • but he also might die because he looks like he could possibly fall out of the tree
  • “hey jungkook, you should get down.” you call out. “you might fall and hurt yourself,”
  • jungkook turns around, obviously confused
  • he sees you and he waves, but then loses his balance and nearly falls down the trunk
  • you race over
  • “what are you doing?! is this even your house?! you’re going to hurt yourself!!” you scold him
  • “i’m uh… doing stuff in this tree?”
  • “like what?”
  • “saving yoongi’s cat because yoongi is scared to climb the tree because one time jin fell out of one and broke his arm and now yoongi is scared but his cat is stuck and-”
  • “aren’t you supposed to be a bad boy?” you shove your hands into your pockets. “do bad boys save cats and buy plushies?”
  • “okay first of all, rude, second of all, i am a bad boy and i do bad boy things, third of all… when’d you find out?”
  • “one of the guys at work gushed about you the next morning.”
  • “well i am pretty good-looking…”
  • you laugh and roll your eyes
  • jungkook sticks his tongue out at you
  • but then you’re both cut off by an annoyed meow, and jungkook turns just a little bit to show you a super super chubby scottish fold in his arms
  • slowly, he climbs down
  • “got ‘em.”
  • you coo, and run over to rub the top of the cat’s head
  • it purrs immediately and jungkook pouts because in his rescue attempt, the little demon scratched his face
  • and you notice that soon
  • “oh my god jungkook, you’re bleeding!!”
  • “it’s nothing.”
  • “it could get seriously infected!”
  • “bad boys don’t get infections”
  • you roll your eyes and pull a tissue from your drawstring work bag, then dab the wound gingerly
  • when you’re done with that, you grab a bandaid from the bag and press it to the cut
  • “you better get this checked out tomorrow,” you warn. “or it might get seriously infected.”
  • “if you kiss it better, i wouldn’t have to worry about that.”
  • “oh my god.”
  • but jungkook laughs, but then he asks your name, because you know him but he doesn’t know you, and that isn’t fair
  • and after you two bring the cat back to yoongi (who just looks between the two of you with a confused furrow of the brows)
  • jungkook offers to walk home with you
  • “should i let such a notorious bad boy know where i live?” you tease
  • “um… yes so i can come and throw rocks at your window and take you out to see the city at night sooner or later.” he answers quite bluntly and now you’re blushing heavily
  • “well okay then…”
  • it’s like nine at this point and it’s cold, and you shiver a bit and jungkook isn’t having it
  • he’s wearing the bomber that day, and without saying a word, he slips it off and drapes it over your shoulders
  • you blink, then stop in your tracks, looking up at him
  • he shrugs and shoves his hands into his pockets, avoiding eye-contact
  • he walks you home, and you two talk, a lot, about anything and everything that crosses your minds
  • and when you make it up to your front step, you’re reluctant to head inside
  • jungkook seems unwilling to go too, because he just stands there, with you on the porch
  • “hey… i’m off tomorrow, just drop by then.” you say slowly. “anytime.”
  • jungkook smiles brightly “cool, i will”
  • he turns on his heel, and you pull your keys from your bag, the both of you going your separate ways
  • you head inside, lock the door behind you, then head upstairs to your room
  • you sigh, sitting on your bed, thinking of how the night played out, and kind of wishing it hadn’t ended so soon
  • but then
  • there’s this faint knocking
  • at first you wonder if you’re hearing things, but then it starts happening more often, and there’s definitely something going on
  • you rush over to your window and lift the shades
  • to see jungkook there, throwing rocks at your window
  • you stare down at him, and then yank open the window “what are you doing!?”
  • “taking you out for the city night life tour duh.”
  • you put your hand over your mouth to hide your growing smile
  • you hurriedly race back downstairs, then lock the door as soon as you’re outside
  • jungkook smirks “someone was eager”
  • but he takes your hand (and you think it fits just perfect in his), and he starts talking about all the places he’s gonna have to show you, like the skate park with all of his really cute graffiti, and then seokjin’s restaurant which is open late, and then down to the park so he can show you where he accidentally broke some historic tree branch off from trying to swing on it–
  • and at every stop, he makes sure to take pictures of the two of you, for the memories
  • and then he asks for your number, so he can send them all to you…
  • and maybe just maybe he takes you this bridge overlooking a small pond in the park and the moon is reflecting on the water, and he loves it because it’s the perfect venue to kiss your pretty lips-
  • the end :’)
The Witch’s Ex

Zack had been one of the star football players in his high school. It was pretty obvious that he’d also be going to college on a full ride. And then he’d go play professionally. The only problem was the fame went to his head and then his girlfriend he was with found out he was cheating. She was pretty pissed, and a witch. To everyone else it probably happened in an instant. But to Zack he could feel his power draining away from him. His huge, well-defined muscles slowly disappearing before his eyes. Everything about his life was changing. Playing football was just a thought in his mind. He was short and scrawny. No way someone his size could get tackled. At least not with a few broken bones.

She did him a service and told him where his muscles had gone. Room 213. Zack sprinted there as fast as his little legs would take him. He was completely out of breath as he was banging on the door. Peter finally answered, completely in the buff. Zack stared directly into his pecs.

“What’s wrong…” Peter started rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Get some clothes on,” Zack yelled at him. Peter looked down at his body confused.

“Oh Fuck!” he covered his mouth at the ‘naughty word’. “I mean fuck.” He couldn’t seem to correct himself.

“Whatever. You have to go convince my ex that you want to switch back. Get some clothes on.” Zack was going through his closest trying to find something that might fit his extra-large body.

Peter wasn’t paying attention though. He was too busy picking things up and putting them back down; testing the weight of various objects that should have been heavy to him. Then he picked up a towel and examined it. “I used to think this was big… Everything just feels so small now,” Peter said. Then he glanced down at himself. “Well not everything…”

Zack rolled his eyes. He was still pissed at the whole situation. But he wasn’t allowed to complain. That’s what the stupid witch said. Apparently when you cheat on a witch she has ways of getting back at you. “Don’t get used to it,” his voice was still cold.

“What do you mean?” he asked. It was such a weird situation. Zack had made fun of little Peter since high school. But now Peter was like twice Zack’s size. His ex must have felt sorry for Peter. Or it’s just to make Zack feel that much worse. Either way now Peter was an absolute hunk while Zack barely came up to his shoulders.

“You have to tell her that you don’t want to be that big. Then she might change me back,” Zack was more pissed that this guy didn’t have a single shirt larger than a small. There was no way he could leave like that. It’d barely even go below his barrel chest.

“What if I don’t want to change?”

“What.” Zack dropped everything and stomped over to Peter. He stared up at the huge guy in front of him. His tiny finger poked the massive man in the chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you want. You will tell her that you want to be the little faggot I know you are.”

“And if I don’t want to,” his voice turned cold as he dropped his towel. “Maybe I don’t want to be a little faggot.” Peter poked back at Zack. He almost lost his balance. “You always picked on me now I’m the bigger guy. You can’t force me to do what you want anymore.” Zack stood motionless for a second realizing that he didn’t have the weight to push someone else around.

“I’m sorry! Okay! Is that what you want to hear?” he was visibly nervous as the giant in front of him was starting to threaten him. “It’s just I can’t be like this. It’s not fair!”

“Not fair?” Peter laughed. “You think you treated me fairly?” He moved in even closer to his former bully. “I’m going to keep this. It’s mine now.” He flexed his body feeling the power through his defined muscles. There was a smirk on his face as different parts of his body bulged out. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed…”

“Noticed?” Zack squeaked.

Peter chuckled. “You mean you haven’t noticed?” He moved in even closer. “Think about it.” Zack looked up and down Peter’s body wondering just what it could be that he was supposed to notice. The large muscular body in front of him was huge. Now, Peter had these oversized strong muscles that could lift just about anything. The shaved skin looked so soft to the touch. All he wanted to do was reach out and grab onto those powerful arms, rub his face into those large deep pecs, and feel himself wrapped tightly as the little spoon while they slept.

Zack jumped back. “Sh-shiit…” he stuttered as his back hit the wall.

“So you did notice,” Peter smirked. “Don’t you just want to feel these?” He started rubbing his hand over his bicep. Flexing it, as he moved his hand over different parts. “I mean it’s right here. It’s not like I don’t know what you want to see,” his hands moved to his chest and abs. Slowing moving over the firm muscles. “Just come and feel it. I won’t mind.”

“Nu-Na-Nooo…” his voice couldn’t sound confident anymore. Blood was flowing from his brain to the rest of his body. “I- I—You—Yeah you’ve got… You’ve got to go tell Katie…” he licked his lips. “that…”

“That…” Peter’s smile grew even wider. He was mocking Zack. His massive body was slowly moving in on the former football star. “What should I go tell Katie?” He was almost on top of Zack. Staring at him with so much glee in his eyes. His voice went soft, “What should I tell Katie?”

Zack moaned. His body was refusing to listen. He knew he shouldn’t be here. But he wanted it so much. His hands were starting to move on their own. His voice shook as he was still trying to fight it. “That… You should tell her… Oh fuck…” he moaned louder as his hand caressed Peter’s hard nipple. His other hand was desperately trying to find something to grab onto.

Peter smiled as the other man was slowly losing himself. His logical side slowly changing its focus to the muscle bound hunk. Zack leaned his face against his heavy chest breathing in the masculine scent. Peter lowered himself to the other man. He spun the small weak body around. Zack let go of his shorts and they dropped to the floor. His scrawny body braced against the wall in front of him. Then Peter whispered in his ear, “How about I tell you something?”

“Wha-what did you want to tell me?” he sounded so innocent when he asked the question. The anticipation of Peter’s dick rubbing him was trying to send him over. Never would he have thought that he would want a dick up his ass so badly. He bit his lip trying not to come. He wanted to savor the feeling as Peter rubbed the pre against his tight hole.

“I’m the one who told Katie about your other girlfriend,” Peter whispered as he shoved his dick into Zack.

You Need Some Help?

Title: You Need Some Help?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,061

Warning: Yummy delicious smut

Request by @just-j4c1yn said: Would it be possible for me to get a smutty Sam x Reader (female) where the reader is super short? I’m only 4’9” and the closest I’ve seen to my height is someone (maybe you!) described the female reader as being 5’2” in a snappy comeback to Sam. Maybe they meet in a bar and it’s a one night stand or something?

Summary: Your friend, Luke, recently opened up a bar in town and you decided to check it out. While he was talking with customers and making sure things were running okay, you decided to play some pool. The only struggle you were having now is that you couldn’t reach the blue chalk cube for your pool cue.

A/N: So, so sorry this took a bit to publish. I hope you like it! Enjoy!!


 

“Son of a bitch!”

You muttered under your breath as you reached as far as you could, up on the tip of one foot as you stretched your arm as far over your head as it would go. Of course Luke decided to make the shelf with the chalk cubes high as all hell. And of course they had been pushed to the back of it.

“You need some help?” a man’s voice asked from behind. You rolled your eyes, ready to sass whoever was designating you as a damsel in distress.

“No, actually, I’m completely,” the gorgeous giant in front of you took your breath away, “fine.”

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Anything?

Request:   Okay, I’ll send you your first request! This is so exciting, but anyways, Patrick gives me total stalker vibes. So, I was thinking of an imagine based on this one-liner prompt starter: “I’ll do anything as long as you don’t hurt my loved ones.” It’s totally up to you on how you want to write this!

Okay first off I just wanted to say HOW CUTE IS THIS PERSON?! Thank you for being my first request!! I hope you enjoy it 💕 I got really sidetracked with this and it probably doesn’t really fit what you asked for but… I might make a part 2 if you like it? I think a smut would do so well for this (I mean come on, saying you’ll do anything for Patrick Hockstetter would never end in anything else) 

ALSO: I wrote this to be read from a female perspective. If anyone would like it to be from a male perspective, please let me know! Not trying to be exclusive, I’ve just noticed it’s more girls obsessing over our favorite psycho.

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First Time for Everything

Originally posted by bbyoojung

Jay x Reader

First Time for Everything

Prompt: Jay x reader where they’re in a will they won’t they type of thing since he got to the island and finally they do and it’s in front of a giant crowd after Jay wins a game and everyone cheers. Sorry if that makes no sense. It’s nearly 4 in the morning and I’ve been stalking your blog! I’m obsessed with everything you write especially the Descendants things ️Sorry I forgot to mention. Will you make it where Jay is sooo heads over heals for her and he talks to Carlos and he nearly cries he loves her so much? I’m in need of something mushy

Note: I’m literally so hype for Descendants 2 omgggggg

Warnings: None??

Word Count: 1155

You tried to pay no attention to Jay. You buried your nose in your book and shoved your glasses further up your nose. It didn’t matter that he was doing pushups across the courtyard or that his large biceps were glistening in the sunlight or that his long raven locks were just begging you to tangle your fingers through them.

Must. Not. Look.

You couldn’t help yourself. It was just a quick glance up away from your world of paper and ink, but in that instant, Jay’s eyes locked on yours and he winked at you. Your heart flipped and you immediately looked away. His flirting had been less than subtle so far, not that you minded, and everyone around the two of you knew it was only a matter of time before the two of you got together.

You, personally, hoped it would be sooner than later.

Jay found himself lying awake most nights thinking of you. He’d imagine taking your hands in his own and kissing you and holding you in his arms. The most innocent things made his heart leap. On the Isle, he never had the chance to have something like that with anyone, and now that you were here and you were perfect for him, he couldn’t help but want to pursue it.

“Do you think she likes me?” Jay blurted. Carlos was still sitting up in bed, petting Dude.

“Have you see the way she looks at you? Of course she likes you.”

“I just…I’ve seen Chad eyeing her and I’m afraid if I don’t do something…” Jay felt tears threaten to spill over. “She’s…she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Then ask her out. She’ll probably be at the Tourney game. Or ask her to hang out for lunch or something.”

“Why are you so smart?”

“It’s a gift.” Carlos shrugged.

***

“Are you sure about this, Evie?” You asked her. You were in her and Mal’s room. Evie had called you down and had done your makeup and hair. Your eyelids were sparkly and white like freshly fallen snow, and your white hair was pulled back into an intricate braid. “I mean, Jay is…really hot and I thought he had a thing for Audrey anyway.”

“Ew, did you just call Jay hot?” Mal gagged. “Listen, you and Jay have liked each other from day one and Evie and Carlos and I and basically everyone else are sick of waiting around for it to happen.”

“So what’s the plan then?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Evie said. “He won’t be able to resist you.” She topped off your look with a shade of lipstick called ‘Frosted Rose’. “Well, he isn’t usually able to resist you, so this will be no different.”

You didn’t understand how Mal and Evie were so confident about this. You weren’t so sure, and you could feel your fingertips begin to numb, the first sign of your nerves setting off your powers. Great. The first guy in this whole school you actually liked and now you were going to freeze him solid. What luck.

“We’ll see about that…”

***

You walked out into the courtyard mustering as much of your mother’s confidence as you could manage. Evie had done an amazing job. Although she had done your makeup, you still looked unexplainably like yourself. She had just brought out all of your best features and covered up the little flaws. It did wonders for your self-esteem.

So, with a little pep in your step, you made your way over to where Jay was sitting on the stairs with Carlos. At the sight of you, Carlos smirked. The girls had held up their half of the plan, and having Jay here had been his half. Now it was up to fate to decide.

Jay could have sworn his heart stopped. You were coming over there. And suddenly Carlos was gone, leaving him alone with the Ice Princess of Arendelle. You took a seat on Jay’s thigh and draped an arm over his shoulders. If you were nervous, he certainly couldn’t tell.

“What brings you over here, princess?”

“You.” You replied with a confident smirk. “I’ll be at the Tourney game today, and I could probably be convinced to go out for ice cream after.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep.” You leaned a little closer, praying he couldn’t hear your heart hammering in your chest.

“Well, I don’t have any plans after. And I’ve never had ice cream before.” A sort of smirk tugged at his lips. It took every ounce of self-control to not lean in and kiss him right then and there.

“There’s a first time for everything, right?” there was more meaning behind your words than even you knew.

***

Confetti rained down on the Tourney field after yet another Knights victory. The players were surrounded by friends and cheerleaders and the marching band and students who had poured out of the student section. You looked around, searching through the sea of faces to find Jay.

There was a tap on your shoulder. You spun around, and there he was, a smile lighting up his features. God, he had a gorgeous smile.

You rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly. It was unexpected to both of you, but very much welcome. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you to his strong chest. And sure, he was sweaty from the game, but you couldn’t have cared less.

“Ready for some victory sundaes?” You asked.  

“Not yet.” He whispered, pulling out of the embrace to look at you. His dark irises flicked down to your lips. In moments, your cold hands were pressed against his warm cheeks, still overheated from all of the running and jumping involved in the sport, and then your cool lips were on his. He reacted immediately, reciprocating the kiss with all of the passion and raw emotion he had held in for so long. All of his lonely nights on the Isle, all of the Auradon days spent pining after someone he thought he couldn’t have, all of it was on the table now.

You wove your fingers through his thick black hair while the other hand remained on his strong jaw, a thumb stroking his soft cheek. His hands had found a comfortable place on your hips, and then rose to support your back, pulling you closer to him.

When you broke apart, he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea,” his voice was low and his breaths were labored and there was so much passion in his eyes that it made you want to melt into a puddle, “how long I have wanted to do that.”

“Same here.”

“I could tell.” He smirked. You gave his chest a playful shove, laughing.

“Ditto.”

“So do you want to go out for ice cream now?”

“Only if we can do more of that after.”

“Deal.”

Plain Face [Part 2]

Originally posted by marvelheroes

[Part 1

pairings: peter parker x rogers!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: lil bit of swearing

a/n: the long anticipated second installment of what’s growing to be another popular fic series ;p sorry it took so long y’all thank you for being patient with me ok & thank you to all of you who showed part 1 some luv, you guys are all absolutely amazing! i know there wasn’t a whole lot of action between peter and the reader, but i hope the other elements of this makes up for the lack. 

tagging: @tronnoristheotp @nedthegay @i-saved-me @theweirdowithablogo @skymoonandstardust @timemngmtoptimisationproblems @thumper-darling @holywinchesterness @grabyourpolaroidandmyhand @ketterdame @tonight-couldbeforgettable @dimplesandcutesmiles @terrashrone @leorai-lemony-lewa @chicaplier-fourtris 


You had been sitting on the couch in your apartment, your father and Tony Stark standing in front of you, talking between themselves in low voices.

You shifted uncomfortably, trying to catch what they were saying. You sat on your hands, your leg bouncing nervously. What could have happened in the few hours that you were gone that made your father so angry? You were so anxious about your father that you almost forgot about Peter. You wished you were with him now, knowing that being in his presence and hearing his voice and his laugh would put you at immediate ease.

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Haunting Me (Chap. 7)

Haunting Me (NSFW) - Reader is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Pairings: Bucky x POC Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Memories of past lives. Slight Angst. Violence. Mentions of smut in the past (super brief). A bit smutty.

A/N: Okay guys! I’m super sorry for the long update! Chap. 7 is finally here and it’s wild as heck hehe. >;) I hope y’all don’t kill me with the ending. muahaha!

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