holy shit this is the best thing ever

anonymous asked:

Hello, how are you today ? I was wondering if you could do a scenario where the RFA+ Saeran, if its ok, react to a talented MC, that is doing digital art... would they be interested ? would they ask about it ? I would like to see your opinion too. Have a good day !

I personally LOVE digital art holy shit it’s great! But I’m not so good at it tho :(

Zen ✨ would think it’s amazing! He’s very proud that his s/o is so talented. He definitely wants you to draw him sometimes like he has no shame he just bluntly asks you to lol.

Seven ✨ LOVES DIGITAL ART SO MUCH HE THINKS IS BEAUTIFUL. Jup he loves it a lot and thinks it’s one of the best things ever. He tries it sometime and he’s very talented too!

Yoosung✨ thinks it’s really cool! Asks you to draw some of his favorite LOLOL characters. Would definitely try to make some digital art too but it would take some time lol

Jumin ✨ didn’t really know what digital art was. When you described it he was like “uhh no” but when he saw your works he was very impressive, would probably hang some of your stuff in the house lol jup he’s very interested in it.

Saeran ✨ acts really casual but inside he’s fangirling. He thinks you’re so talented and woah it’s digital!!! He’s in love, not only with you but also with digital art lol

best musical quotes with no context

- “the funk of moral fiber rotting”

- “for a clitoris is holy amongst all things, said he”

- “driving mad at twelve miles an hour”

- “i have maggots in my scrotum”

- “southern motherfucking democratic republicans”

- “she was the happiest corpse i’d ever seen”

- “he ran into my knife ten times!”

- “rising on a sea of marshmallow foam”

- “on the lake there was a boat, and in the boat there was a man”

- “it’s not like i’m a healthy person”

- “how do you get this gold shit off?”

- “imagine a world with no children, close your eyes and just dream”

- “four jews in a room bitching”

- “bobby maler he’s the best, looks so nasty in those khakis”

- “you’ll be obsessed with all my forest expertise”

- “i’m fucking the fucking president, oh yeah”

- “i got carried away, and not just by balloon”

- “if i stop smoking crack”

- “don’t use a toaster while standin’ in the shower”

- “she got them heebies and jeebies from moonshine and cheap wine and reefer and candy cane”

- “you’ll have kids and they’ll hate you too”

- “a potpourri of contradiction”

- “this is called an aneurysm hook!”

- “please reward our pluck and save this duck”

in which jack and shitty accidentally date

based on a dream I had, I present: a short semi-fic about Jack and Shitty and their day-long, beautiful relationship.

Basically, this is what happens:

At a kegster during their freshmen year, in which Shitty is running around being the life of the party even though he’s a freshman, Jack is also in attendance– talking to Berger and Marsh in the kitchen. Jack is there, partly to keep an eye on Shitty, partly because he is surprised by how much he does like some of the guys on his team, mostly because they had won today and Jack is in quite a good mood. Not a good enough mood that he is going to risk going into the living room where music is blasting, but in a good enough mood that he is holding a solo cup of beer and chilling in the kitchen, chatting with Berger and Marsh. He is at ease as Jack ever is– laughing good naturedly as they tease both him and each other and of course, this is when the trouble starts.

The trouble is this: Marsh is drunk and excited that Jack has actually shown up to a Haus kegster and since Jack seems to be in a good mood, Marsh decides to take a risk and ask Jack a Question. More specifically, Marsh rams an friendly elbow into Jack’s ribs and goes:

“Yo, Zimmermann, you like anyone on campus yet?”

A few months prior, that question would have made Jack freeze up. But now, Jack smiles easily (because honestly, it is a rather respectful question– “like” instead of “fuck”; “anyone” instead of assuming “girl”) and he certainly doesn’t want to get into his romantic history or lack of crushes so he smiles, shrugs, and says

“Nah, love’s shitty,” It’s still friendly and he smiles and asks Berg about his crush that the whole team knows about and that should be that.

The problem, however, is that what Alex Berger and Carter Marsh heard was not “Nah, love’s shitty,” but “I’m in love with Shitty.”

Which, of course, is a much bigger deal. 

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them going solo was the best fucking thing that could have ever happened for any of them, and for any of us, holy shit, they were held back so much in the band this is so important

OT3 Ideas
  •  So the two of us are having this lovely lunch date at a cafe when some asshole on rollerblades crashes into our table and we all tumble to the ground together in a sprawl of limbs and bodies
  • We all like to sleep in the same bed at night, but somehow one of us always ends up pushing the other two off the fucking bed
  • I’m having this epic paintball fight and I’m recruiting team mates randomly so here you two take these guns and try not to get shot don’t ask questions oH SHIT HERE THEY COME
  • I’m sitting on a toilet in a public restroom and I’ve been singing because I thought I was by myself but all of a sudden two other people join in from the stalls around me and now we have this epic three part harmony going on, so this has to be the best poop break I have ever taken
  • You’ve been studying for this really tough test that’s coming up and the two of us know you need a break so we started a pillow fight but holy shit do you take this seriously oH MY GOD NO
  • So we’re on this long ass 12 hour flight and we’re sitting in a three seat setup in coach, and the person in the middle has fallen asleep so now us two on the end have made a game of how many things we can put on the middle person’s sleeping body/face before they wake up
  • WE’VE BEEN STUCK IN THIS ELEVATOR FOR EIGHT GODDAM HOURS AND IT’S REALLY FUCKING HOT SO I’M STRIPPING AND IF YOU TWO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT THEN TAKE IT UP WITH MY BARE ASS
  • Ok one of you two flatfoots stole my wallet and I’m going to pat both of you down and helloooo I failed to realize how hot you two were
  • We all wore the same shirt today, and I so wore it better you copycat bitches
  • How did all three of us decide to rob the same fucking house on the same fucking night oh my fucking god
Favourite things about Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 - WITH SPOILERS (kinda) and in no particular order

- Chris Pratt’s ACTING
- the moment the villain’s plot is unveiled - HOLY SHIT
- Rocket humming along to “Southern Nights”
- Yondu - just EVERYTHING about him, EVERY. LITTLE. THING.
- Mantis (hilarious, cute, adorable = INSTANT NEW FAVOURITE CHARACTER)
- relationship between Rocket and Yondu (some of the best character relationship development I’ve seen in like… ever, Idk)
- Rocket, Yondu and the bloodiest yet most effective bonding scene EVER (I was genuinely moved in spite of the horrendous body count, and I feel kinda bad but IT WAS HEART-WARMING)
- relationship between Mantis and Drax
- use of Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain” in the final battle (EPIC, HOLY SHIT)
- just perfectly written characters everywhere
- Kraglin (Sean Gunn is fucking amazing tbh)
- the whole Taserface running gag
- Star-Lord’s little smile for Gamora at the end *SWOON*
- the whole ending because it was perfect (I cried but it was still perfect)
- Quill playing catch with his dad (I also cried)
- “Promise not to hurt Groot and I’ll tell you…”
- Pissed-off Nebula
- Nebula character development
- oh hey we casually introduced the best MCU villain yet (Loki doesn’t count as a villain in my eyes…)
- Star-Lord in general (always)
- Rocket in general (also always)
- I LOVED THIS MOVIE OKAY

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SIAMÉS - “The Wolf”

This is by far one of the best music videos I’ve ever seen. The animation is just to die for, holy shit

  • king garon: do this evil thing
  • fire emblem fates conquest protagonist: what?!?!? no!!!! that's evil and i refuse!!!
  • king garon: do it or i'll kill you and everyone you love
  • protag: never!! how dare y-
  • leo: holy shit protag shhhh sh shh. sorry, dad, they're just feeling weird right now, ignore them, we'll do the evil thing
  • protag: no we wo-mmmmphpphph
  • leo: ha ha ha see yes everything is fine
  • king garon: ok cool *leaves*
  • protag: why would you ever do the evil thing?!? you're evil!!!
  • leo: oh my god
  • leo: listen
  • leo: listen
  • leo: have you heard of
  • leo: "Lies"
Beast (Pt.1/3)

Request:  Hey love! Can I get a Derek Hale smut where the reader and him are married and they have like kitchen smut which leads to table smut and bed smut and shower smut? THANKS

Character: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Very smutty, Language, and SMUT!!!!


“How are you and Derek doing (Y/n)?” Cora asked, her voice muffling through the phone. I bit my lip and smiled while stirring the pasta sauce, a few scenarios popping into my head.

“Well you know, same old Derek.” I laughed cutting off the stove and moving to the fridge, her own laugh resonating through the Bluetooth speakers.

“No silly, I mean how is he like you know in bed?” I almost choked on air as she went silent her breathing the only sound i could hear.

“Cora, are you seriously asking that about your brother..?!” I yelled, while grabbing plates and silverware.

She paused, the line going quiet again as i waited for her answer. “No (Y/n) i meant it like, is he rough or gentle? His past girlfriends always talked to me about it and it kinda just stuck to me for asking his next one. Plus it’s a good bonus to tease him about it. “She casually talked, her tone sounding devious.

My cheeks burned at the mention of anyone else sleeping with him but it simmered after I heard her cough telling me to hurry up and spit it out. “I mean Cora he is a complete beast, like always pressing and pressing until I can no longer go anymore. And holy shit the things he does to me when he takes control is nothing I have ever felt before, he just makes it so easy to fall in love, every-time he whispers in my ear or every-time he leaves bruises from the night before. Now those are the best part.” I rambled my head racking all those steamy nights and all that glorious fucking.

“Whoa, (Y/n) a little too much in don’t you think?” She whistled, making me sputter with laughter as i set up the table, my mind still replaying all of our moments.

“I mean you did ask Cora.” Said another voice. I swiftly turned seeing Derek in the doorway his wolf blue eyes staring into mine, a smirk playing around on his lips. The room went dead as we had a staring contest.

“Um hey Der.” She stammered, not really sure of what to say. He didn’t waver as his eyes gripped onto mine, making me uneasy as i moved around the table finding something to fiddle with. Why was i feeling so weird? We were married for crying out loud! I shouldn’t feel so queasy, but somehow i do.

“Hello my dear sister. Would you mind leaving me and (Y/n) alone for a little while? How about just calling again tomorrow.” He voiced his body moving over towards the phone, eyes still watching me like a hawk. I gulped my chest tightening as anticipation washed over me.

“Yeah sure b-.” She didn’t get to finish because Derek hit the ‘End call’ button. He then leaned against the counter arms crossing while still studying my eyes. I cleared my throat finally breaking eye contact as I grabbed the pasta, plating the food. I could feel my body melting as he still stared, my nerves coming loose. Finally having enough of his torture I looked back at him, his body still rigid.

“Okay Derek give it up, how much trouble am I in?” I huffed my arms now crossing my chest mimicking my childish husband. He smiled his white teeth making my knees wobble. He finally walked over to me placing both hands on the table, trapping me. His eye color never changed as he opened his lips to speak.

“Is it true what you told Cora?” He muttered amused as his eyes glowed brighter. I sighed, my body slacking as the stress of worrying left my shoulders. Looking up at him I smiled, my mood already changing.

“What parts exactly?” I teased, my hands coming up his chest slowly.

He glanced down watching my hands, the air he took in coming out short. Dragging his eyes up to mine again he let a cool smile dance its way onto his face, lips jutting out like he was going to kiss me.

“The parts about me being a beast and how you love the bruises i leave you with.” He whispered head leaning in so he could kiss my ear. I closed my eyes the feeling of him replacing all rational thoughts with non-rational thoughts. He chuckled knowing that his presence does something to me. It always has.

“Yes Der fuck. Yes they’re all true. Even the part where I want you to take me now.” I moaned, gripping onto the back of his neck and smashing my lips with his. He growled his hands moving from the table to my body, his right holding my back and his left squeezing my hip. We moved together my body inching more onto the table, Derek leaning up just to knock everything off. He then seductively crawled up to me, his tongue licking my lips before he entered my mouth again.

By that time my tank was ripped off and my sweats along with it, Derek not holding back on me like he did all the times before. I felt my legs shake as he glided his hands down my thighs, his teeth biting into my nipple. My body was heated as he massaged my clit, his tongue dancing  around each breast, while my whimpers held in the air. It was a magical thing really that he could make me unravel with just the simplest of touches.

“Oh baby where do you want me now?” He groaned his eyes shut while his lips kissed my stomach. His left hand working on my clit while his right held my thigh open. Shit, where did i want him? I gripped onto his hair, tugging his face upwards as i motioned for his lips to meet mine. He obliged, my overly-hot skin meshing with his clothes creating a very nice friction.

He leaned up slowly, his kisses dragging along my abdomen and lower as he fully sat up taking off his too-tight shirt off.  I watched in awe as he climbed off the table, yanking off his jeans and boxers, staring a hole straight through me. I decided to be bold and trail my hand down to my heat, my fingers instantly rubbing the bundle sending me into a frenzy. Derek’s eyes were hooded as he grabbed his dick, pumping it while watching me work myself. “Fuck (Y/n).” He groaned his hand moving faster as I stuck in two fingers. This was the hottest thing we have ever done. I felt like i was on cloud nine as I spread myself further and dug in a little deeper.

I saw it on Derek’s face that he was close, so i egged him on hoping to spark something. “Cmon baby cum for me. Make it shoot all over me please, shit i need this Der cmon.” I pleaded my own orgasm reaching through me. He belted out my name as he climaxed, his liquids indeed spilling onto me. I came as well, my fingers squishing as i milked myself. Derek pulled my hand away and brought it to his mouth, popping in my fingers and sucking like no-other. It almost made me cum again.

“God-damn i love you.” He spoke, grabbing my hair and yanking it down, his teeth biting into my neck. I let out a mewl as i wrapped my legs around him, his dick hard again. I gripped onto it whist he was occupied and started to rub the tip. He jerked up his body trying to come closer as he gripped my throat, his eyes cast down into mine. “Let’s take this upstairs shall we?” He rasped his hands going under my thighs.

MY FAV FICS FOR 600 FOLLOWERS!!!

So this is insane on so many levels, and since the last time I made a favorites fic list, people seemed to really like it! So here are some new fics on both AO3 and Tumblr!

500 FOLLOWERS FIC LIST

United States vs. Barnes (AO3)
Bucky Barnes Fic
So this fic is one of the best things that I have EVER read and everyone needs to see this!!! Basically Bucky turns himself in and goes to trial and tears ensue in this not-really-a-fic fic. 3 part series

Cross This River To The Other Side (AO3)
Bucky Barnes Fic
So this fic is kind of like United States vs. Barnes, but it is a bit more detailed and follows Steve along the journey through Bucky’s trial. This is amazing and everyone should read it! 3 part series

Prejudice (AO3)
Barry Allen x Reader
IF YOU EVER ARE FEELING SAD AND WANT TO FEEL EVEN SADDER, THEN READ THIS DAMN SERIES BECAUSE HOLY SHIT, THE FEELS ARE ACTUALLY REAL!!! I’M CRYING RIGHT NOW JUST THINKING ABOUT IT. Ongoing Series

I Rock Steady
Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
by @melonshino
This fic is filled with sexy sexy because “The boys decide not to accompany you to your dance class and you make them regret it. You also get to reap the rewards.” Ongoing series (2 parts)

They’re Watching
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @daydreamingintheimpala
So this amazing and kinda creepy fic was written by my mutual who I never talk to (hey girl, how you doin?), and it is basically about the reader being stalked and finding posters of herself on the subway and going to Dean, a detective, to help her. Ongoing series

Missing Parts
Harry Potter x Reader
by @imaginexmyxdragon
The reader is the daughter of Sirius Black and becomes friends with the trio their first year at Hogwarts. The series follows the four of them all the way through school and their adventures in the wizarding world. Ongoing series

Chemical Reaction
Barry Allen x Reader
by @winchester-with-wings
In this AU, both the reader and Barry are teachers at a school together and begin seeing each other secretly. Ongoing series

Woman Of Letters
Dean Winchester x Reader
by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
The reader is a legacy of the Men of Letters and seeks out Sam and Dean at the bunker. Dean avoids her for the majority of the time that she is there, but they slowly start to fall for each other. Ongoing series

#DateMeBuckyBarnes
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @brighterlights
Bucky Barnes is a famous actor who has recently broken up with his girlfriend. When the reader posts a selfie with the caption “Date me” and he responds, things begin to fall into place. Ongoing series

Angel
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @redgillan
It’s Mardi Gras and Tony throws a costume party. Reader comes dressed up as an angel and Bucky shows up looking like a very attractive pimp. Very sexy time on the balcony ensues. 

Misdialed Call
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @avengersandchill
When the reader attempts to call her best friend to vent about her horrible day but actually calls the wrong number, ending up with her unknowingly ranting to Steve, they begin talking and eventually seeing each other. Ongoing series

Dangerous Woman
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @belleetlabeast
So whenever this fic shows up in my feed, I lowkeye scream a little bit because HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO GOOD. Anyway, reader is a single mother who is a lawyer and is employed by Tony Stark to represent the Avengers. Reader and Bucky begin seeing each other and it is the cutest thing ever and if you’re reading this Kate, please update it. Please. I’m begging. Ongoing series

The Lucky One
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @avengerofyourheart
“As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? “ Ongoing series

Heartbeat
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @after-avenging-hours
"A heartbeat.  One of the most recognizable sensations and sounds. That unmistakable pounding in your chest.  The teller of emotions.  The provider of life.  The home of your soul.  From the moment you are born, your heartbeat is linked to another’s.  Destined to beat in tandem.” Completed series

No Hard Feelings
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @therealjamesbarnes
Reader is a psychology student at a college where the Avengers just happen to be having one of their battles. The reader is seen protecting Bucky, putting a target on her back. She continues going to college, except, she lives in the tower with the rest of the Avengers. Ongoing series

Heart Skip
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @after-avenging-hours
A spin-off series of Heartbeat, only a few select people are give soulmates, Steve and the reader being some of them, making life a little bit more difficult than expected. Ongoing series

Acceptance Speech
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @buckyywiththegoodhair
Bucky uses his time onstage at the Oscars to tell the world about his secret. You. 

Unexposed
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @thatawkwardtinyperson tags not working
Reader and Bucky sext each other for the first time and sexy time ensues in the bathroom.

Bucky And His Service Dog
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @thatawkwardtinyperson tags not working
Bucky comes with reader to the animal shelter that she volunteers at and ends up adopting a disabled service dog to help him with his PTSD.

Want You Babygirl
Sebastian Stan x Reader
by @thatawkwardtinyperson tags not working
Sebastian and the reader are co-workers on a movie together and things get a little dirty while running lines.

The Crown
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @marvelous-fvcks
Based on The Princess Diaries 2/Anastasia. Reader is the princess and future queen of Genovia. In order to take her place as queen, she must marry someone, or Bucky will take the throne.

Married Life
1950′s!Dean Winchester x Reader
by @kas-not-cas
Dean and the reader met while working together in the war and eventually get married. Filled with smutty smut smut and cute 1950′s Dean.

Mini Matchmaker
Steve Rogers x Reader
by @avengerofyourheart
Reader works as one of Santa’s elfs at the mall and meets single dad, Steve Rogers. Completed series

Dance With Me
Bucky Barnes x Reader
by @plumfondler
Reader and Bucky have some very, very, very, public sex. That is all.

Mercy/support problems.

Team in voice chat: mercy rez. 
me: my ultimate is charging 50%
Team in voice chat: MERCY REZ!!!
me: my ultimate is charging 53%, my ultimate is charging 56%, my ultimate is charging 60%, my ultimate is charging 63%

Team in voice chat: Mercy rez.
me: -is dead and respawning- 
Team in voice chat: MERCY WHERE ARE YOU!?
me: Dead and in spawn because no one kept me safe. 
Team in voice chat: MERCY REZ!
me: my ultimate is almost ready 97% -but still walking all the way back to the team-

Team in voice chat: Where tf is our healer!? 
Me: hiding because i have rez and the enemy team is about to spam ults.
My team: I NEED HEALING. I REQUIRE HEALING, I NEED HEALING, HEAL ME. 
Enemy team: -spams ults-
My team: -they all are dead- 
me: HEROES NEVER DIE! -flies away-  
My team: HOLY SHIT DID YOU SEE THAT REZ OH MY GOD BEST REZ EVER!!

My team: -starts trickling in to fight the enemy-
Me: Group up. 
My team: -keeps doing the same thing and dying-
Me: Form up.  Group up.  Group up here.  Group up with me.  Join me.
My team: -doesn’t listen still does the same shit- 
Me:  Affirmative.  I understand.  Verstanden.  Understood.

anonymous asked:

aye fam could u hmu with a hc with maybe pastel!dan and punk!phil and like they're boyfriends and whatever and Phil just loves dans ass he loves squeezing it and looking at it omg this is what is missing from my life

yes i am here for this 1000%

-Phil has always been an ass guy, to be fair. But one day this boy walked into his life and holy shit if he wasn’t obsessed before, he definitely is now. He blames Dan for everything, honestly.

-Dan is a beautiful boy who always walked around in pastel jumpers and flower crowns and his hair is curly and the softest thing Phil has ever seen. He wanted to take a nap and nuzzle into the soft hair, but he didn’t say it out loud of course because that would ruin his punk image. Also, Dan had the best ass Phil has ever laid eyes on. It was perfect, round and soft, bouncing a bit with every upbeat step Dan takes. Phil fantasized about Dan a lot, not that he would ever admit that to anyone.

-Phil, the man with dozens of tattoos and piercings all over his face (he also had nipple piercings but no one knew about that), nearly goes into cardiac arrest when Dan approached him one day because Dan is even prettier up close. Really, he can’t be blamed for spluttering into his coffee, anyone would with an angel right in front of them.

-Dan asks Phil out and he’s a bit soft spoken at first but still has this confidence about him and Phil is just gone for him already.

-Dan and Phil going on their first date which went great. Conversation flowed easily like they knew each other for years and found that they had many of the same interests. After dinner they went to Phil’s apartment and binge watched their favorite shows and movies until it was late and both of them were sleepy. 

-Phil had willed himself not to openly stare at Dan’s ass throughout the day, being that it was only the first date and such, but wow, Dan had such a nice bum. It didn’t help at all that Dan had apparently decided to wear his tightest jeans that he could find. Phil was almost positive that they were jeggings. 

-They continue to date until Phil asks him to be his boyfriend, stuttering and blushing like mad. Dan says yes of course and gives him a sweet kiss, tugging just a bit at Phil’s lip ring before unpausing the game and beating him (again) at Mario Kart. It probably has something to do with the fact that Phil is too busy looking at Dan in all his beauty to even glance at the screen.

-Dan and Phil making out one day and, ok they have exchanged blow jobs and such, but Phil hasn’t like, properly touched Dan’s ass and god he wants it so much. He wants it all; he wants to kiss it, touch it, eat it, everything. He’s obsessed, he loves it. 

-Phil reaching a hand to Dan’s ass, gently palming it. Phil thinks he imagined the gasp from Dan until he squeezed his bum and Dan moans. Like a full on sex moan. Fuck. 

- “P-Phil, um what- oh!” is all Dan can make out before Phil leans in and kisses him again while pulling him even closer, big hands on his ass and clothed cocks rubbing together. Dan feels like he’s in heaven when Phil places soft kisses down his neck, sucking gently on the skin, then harder as Dan whimpers and moans. 

- “Do you like this?” Phil asks while squeezing Dan’s ass again, not asking in a sexy way, just genuinely curious because Dan looks wrecked already without even doing much and he wants to know why. 

-All Phil gets in response is a shuddery gasp and a head nod. Phil groans at the sight in front of him. Dan’s cheeks are a rosy pink, lips bitten a similar shade, and his flower crown is askew.

- “Lets take this to the bedroom, yeah?” Phil says and Dan pulls him in the direction of the room before Phil even finished his sentence.

-Phil taking off his clothes, then Dan’s, completely mesmerized by Dan. He is so beautiful, all soft curves and pale limbs. 

-When Dan makes a move to finger himself open with the lube he found, Phil takes his hand and pins it down because no, no way. Phil has been longing for this for what felt like forever there’s no way he won’t take every opportunity to touch Dan. Dan whines in frustration and then pleasure when Phil begins to finger him, finding his prostate in a couple thrusts, making Dan’s back arch.

-Dan riding Phil with his back facing Phil because Phil wanted to see his sexy ass move as he worked himself on his cock like a good boy. 

-Phil staring at Dan’s ass bounce on his cock, Dan moving his hips in circles or back and forth and Phil can barely breathe the feeling is so overwhelming. Dan whimpers out “so deep, so g-good fuck” and Phil snaps his hips up to fuck into him, watching Dan’s body shake with pleasure. As Phil thrusts up, Dan moves down and its perfectly timed to nail his prostate. Its Dan’s undoing and he thinks he actually screams when he comes but he isn’t sure because all he can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and Phil’s groans of “Such a good boy, ride me so good” as he comes as well. 

-After Phil disposes of the condom he cleans up the come on Dan’s stomach and cuddles him close after because after-sex snuggles are a must. Dan traces Phil’s tattoos on his arms and chest, nuzzling at the bit of hair there, still slightly damp from sweat. 

-Dan and Phil whispering sweet nothings to each other, kissing sweat slicked shoulders and giggling at terrible jokes. Dan twists Phil’s pierced nipple gently after a particularly bad pun. Not that Phil is complaining. He wouldn’t complain ever, he’s finally found a perfect match. 

omg a fluffy ass ending as usual jfc

so yeah let me know if you liked it (or if you didn’t) and if you want me to do more headcanons and such send me some asks here :)) xxx

Problem Solved

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Jeremy has a problem. A huge one. One that consists of a red hoodie and dark perfectly tousled hair and pretty eyes and -

And he’s getting off topic now. He needs to… chill. Okay, no, he just needs to stay calm and think it all thoroughly. He’s probably just been watching too many romance-based porn videos lately or something. Yeah, that’s it. Totally.

Jeremy grips the strap of his backpack tighter as he gets closer to the cafeteria. He needs to push these thoughts to the back of his mind before he sees him. Him who has been practically the only thing on his mind lately. Him with his stupid perfect grin and stupid nice long fingers that would look perfect with his intertwined in them and -

Jesus Christ, this really is becoming a huge problem. He’s got to stop thinking about this before he meets up with him because then his face will automatically go completely red and he’ll ask, “Jeremy, buddy, what’s got you all red?” and how exactly would he respond to that? Spill everything? Lie to him? He couldn’t do that, either of them.

Okay, he’s here, the cafeteria. No more thinking, just…

“Jeremy, buddy! What’s up?” Michael says as he throws an arm around Jeremy’s shoulders. He gestures wildly with a cup of slushie and Jeremy is seriously worried there’s going to be red slush everywhere soon. “You totally missed it, man, all last night I was working on that level I’ve been stuck on for forever — you know what I’m talking about? (Jeremy nods because of course he does) — and then just when I was gonna give up, I tried one last time and I did it! Beat it without breaking a sweat, sorta anyway…”

Michael continues on about the details of how he finally accomplished success and Jeremy just watches him. He notices the way Michael is still enthusiastically moving the hand holding his slushie while his arm is still slung across his shoulders, other hand gripping lightly at Jeremy’s sweater. He can feel a blush coming from that. They continue walking to their usual table and sit down, Michael’s arm going to rest on the table instead of Jeremy’s shoulders. He frowns slightly at that.

That’s also when he remembers that he was supposed to be listening to Michael talking the entire time. Damn him and his runaway thoughts, but can you blame him? He could watch Michael talk for forever and only be focused on the way his eyes sparkle or the way he can notice a few faint freckles here and there.

“Earth to Jeremy! Hello!”

Jeremy is brought back from his thoughts as Michael waves a hand in front of his face.

“You spacing out on me? Rude. Am I really that boring?” Michael jokes.

Jeremy blushes and says quickly, “Dude, no! I was just thinking…”

“What about?”

Jeremy blushes again and looks away as he starts fiddling with his hands. “Uh…nothing interesting. Don’t worry about it.” Why can’t he be calm and cool about it all? Better yet, why can’t he just stop thinking all these things about Michael?

Maybe he doesn’t want to stop, though.

“Whatever, dude. Hey, you want anything from the line? I think they got fries today. The good kind.” Michael says as he starts standing up.

Jeremy nods and goes to follow him. He stops, though, when Michael puts out a hand and starts backing away towards the food line with an “Allow me, Jer-bear.”

Michael shoots him a wide grin when he sees Jeremy blushing lightly at the nickname before he turns around and walks off. Jeremy blushes harder at the grin aimed at him and finds himself frustrated at himself. Michael has smiled and grinned at him a million times, so why is he getting all worked up over them now? Why do feelings about people have to change so much? He groans and lays his head on the lunch table.

He has got to stop thinking about Michael like this.

__________

They’re hanging out at Michael’s now, school having ended about an hour ago. Michael is currently intensely focused on Donkey Kong 64, the vintage clear controller clasped tightly in his hands. They had been playing Mario Kart 64 together earlier before Jeremy had said that he wanted to take a break. Now he’s just leaning back on his bean bag as he watches the TV screen. Well, he at least looks like he’s watching when in truth he’s not paying attention at all. He’s thinking. Again.

He’s thinking about the way the light from the screen causes shadows to play across Michael’s face. He’s thinking about Michael’s focused stare and the fact that his tongue is peeking out from his lips and oh, man, he shouldn’t be thinking about that. Then he’ll start thinking about kissing and making out and… more. Would…

Would Michael ever want to kiss him?

Maybe he’ll only ever feel platonic things towards him. Or maybe Jeremy just isn’t attractive enough? Or confident or cool or…

Jeremy sighs and slips further down on his bean bag. This causes Michael to pause the game and turn towards him.

“Seriously, buddy, what’s up? Something’s been bugging you lately and I’m starting to get a little worried. So, what’s wrong?”

Dammit, he never meant to worry him. He didn’t know he had been so obvious about the fact that something has been bothering him. He runs a hand through his hair and starts, “Well, it’s just…”

“Yeah?”

“Okay, like… there’s this, uh, person? That I like and…”

“Dude, chill, is this about Christine? I know you have a crush on her.”

Jeremy sputters, “No, no, I don’t, uh, have a crush on her! It’s… someone else.”

“You don’t? Okay, then who is she? Come on, you gotta tell me.”

“Well… it’s not exactly a… you shouldn’t use…” Jeremy tries until he finally just practically shouts, “They’re not a girl!” He blushes deeply and covers his face with his hands. “That’s all I’m gonna say.”

He doesn’t hear anything for a minute or two until there’s quiet shuffling of Michael moving on his bean bag. He didn’t realize that he was moving in front of him until he felt hands on his wrists, tugging gently. Jeremy moves his hands away but refuses to look Michael in the eye.

“Jeremy, is that what’s been bothering you so much? Did you think I wouldn’t, like, approve or something? Jeremy, buddy, nothing could stop us from being friends! I’ll support whoever you wanna date, girl or boy.”

Jeremy looks at him at the last bit and swears he can see something there. Something like… hope?

He must be imagining things.

Michael smiles softly at him when they make eye contact. Even though the room is lit up only by the TV, Jeremy could still point out every feature of his face, from the edges of his soft lips to his few freckles. He also realizes that Michael is still holding onto his thin wrists and that at this point they’re just staring at each other and smiling gently. They’re so close now that he can feel Michael’s warm breath and see that his lips are parted just slightly…

His breath hitches as he leans closer, closer, and then…

He’s kissing him.

Jeremy Heere is kissing his best friend of 12 years, Michael Mell.

Holy. Shit.

His lips are soft and everything he imagined they’d be and more. His thoughts have finally stopped and stay that way even when he’s pulling back. He’s blushing so hard as he looks at Michael who’s grinning widely, a blush dusting his cheeks as well.

He figures that it’s safe to say Michael won’t ever only feel platonic things towards him.

Ice Cream Is A Form Of Love

Anon request for Michael confessing after Jeremy gets his tonsils taken out!! I hope you enjoy it, I’m sorry if it’s not incredible!!


Jeremy complained about his throat hurting for weeks before being told that he needed his tonsils out. His appointment was set up for an early school morning, and was only supposed to talk about half an hour. Michael had gotten the text the day before, so the second the school day was over he drove to Walmart and grabbed a few pints of ice cream. Mint chocolate chip, pecan, and Oreo, Jeremy’s favorites. He stored them up in his PT cruiser before heading out to Jeremy’s house, where he was now resting in his room.

Michael tapped his finger against the steering wheel to the beat of his too loud music. He was trying his best to drown out the thoughts he’d been having since far before the SQUIP incident. It wouldn’t take a genius to see it, even Rich had known. All he could think was Jeremy Jeremy Jeremy. After the SQUIP stuff went down Rich had certainly tamed down the teasing, but that didn’t stop him from whispering “gay” into Michael’s ear whenever he was caught staring at Jeremy’s eyes, or cheekbones, or back-

Michael had to physically shake that thought out of his head, singing along to Marley just for something to replace it. He thought that Jeremy dating Christine would help but…somehow that just put a microphone to his heart and amplified the sound. Every time he saw Jeremy all he could feel was his heart racing and oh diggyidy damn were those gay thoughts-a flying. But he had just gotten Jeremy to stop being all awkward and worried around him, they fell back into their routinely friendship and just hung out like bros do. Bros, dudes, besties, not-gays.

But Rich and Jake had assured him that if he just told Jeremy how he felt things would go down better. Whether Jeremy accepted him or not, he’d feel better than just sitting around wondering “what if”, even if the thought of confession made his heart wanna chug Mountain Dew red to short circuit itself.

So yes, Michael was on a mission. And he was nervous. He shook in his car seat and gripped the steering wheel. He gave himself little pep talks. He wanted to see his best friend and make sure he was ok too of course, but this was a big deal and opportunity for him. And he wasn’t going to pass it up.

Suddenly he was face to face with the white door of Jeremy’s house, and he knocked to the beginning of the Pac-man start up. He was greeted by Mr. Heere with a “hey Michael! Jeremy’s upstairs.”

“Hey Mr. Heere, you’re looking better off”

The man had gotten a haircut, fixed up his beard, he even smelled like fresh cologne. He was currently fumbling with his tie, something only Mrs. Heere was good at. Michael came over and fixed up said tie, he was oddly close with Jeremy’s dad, he even gave him parenting tips.

“Thanks, I have a meeting at the office today, wanted to look…presentable I guess?”

“You look rocking.” He gave a thumbs up as he finished the knot and pulled away.

“Thanks,” he was saying that a lot today, must be nervous, “but Jeremy’s upstairs. He can take his pain meds in an hour, ok?”

“Gotcha, and hey, knock em dead!”

“As always.”

With the close of the front door Michael made his way up the stairs, the talk with Jeremy’s dad had calmed his nerves down some, but he was still on the verge of passing out. The door to Jeremy’s room was open, he would have let himself in regardless.

Jeremy was laying flat on his bed, looking up at his DS that he held far from his face. Around the room were video game and movie posters, a lot of crappy horror genre. Clothes were scattered all over the place, his hamper overfilling itself. The walls of his room were a deep blue while the bed sheets were a mix of both the blue and red strips. Jeremy stood
out from the room, at least in Michael’s love vision. He almost forgot to say hi until he saw Jeremy’s icy warm eyes look up at him with an arched eyebrow.

“Hey dude!” Michael made his way over, pulling up chair. “I got your favorite ice creams!” Jeremy smiled and sat up in the bed “I know I know, I’m the best friend ever no need to thank me.”

Michael was beginning to open up the tub to pour them some when his eyes widened at Jeremy’s response.

“…th'nks…” the poor kids voice was terrible! Scratched, croaky, unable to control pitch and overall painful. He made a strange undesirable sound, cringing as he held a hand to his throat.

“Woah dude don’t speak that sounds awful! Are you ok?”

Jeremy simply nodded, his eyes looked from the ice cream to Michael, before softening to become pleading.

Michael felt the heat rush to his face, damn he was cute. “Yeah- yeah I can totally do that.”

He took big scoops of green ice cream and handed the bowl to Jeremy. Who instantly dug his spoon in and ate up, the relieved smile he gave combined with the way his shoulders went slacked showed how good the cold felt to his throat. Michael couldn’t help but smile, he took his own bite, but it couldn’t be nearly as blissful as it did to Jeremy.

“So I’m guessing only yes or no questions huh…does it hurt?”

Jeremy nodded, eyes focused on the ice cream he was scooping furiously into his mouth.

“Is the ice cream at least helping?”

Another nod, this one a little more desperate.

“You’re not gonna talk at all right?”

Nod.

“…Am I the greatest guy you’ve ever met~”

A nod, with an eye roll.

“….well…” Michael almost through up, his voice was shaking as his heart hammered suddenly in his chest. Just do it dammit, don’t wuss out. At least you won’t be able to hear his rejection.

“Well did you know that I’ve had like THE biggest crush on you since maybe like 7th grade and I really really really like you because Jesus dude I like you I mean there’s a lot about you that’s just really awkward and sometimes I worry that you’re a furry but I just hecking love you man!” Michael let his word vomit spit out, unable to control his built up emotions.

He heard a clang as the spoon from Jeremy’s hand slipped against the bowl, “…whAt?!”

“Shhhhhshshshshhhh!!!! Your voice dude!”

Jeremy and Michael both had a match of fully red faces, their wide eyes stared at each other, neither blinking. Jeremy went to speak again-

“Nope! Nu uh! No talking!”

Jeremy gave him this look of shocked this belief, and knowing him long enough he was able to take fully sentences from those expressions.

“I know- I know it’s not a joke though Jerm I’m being serious!”

Jeremy’s jaw had dropped, his face seemed to be getting redder he the second, he nervously piled more ice cream into his mouth. But those eyes never left Michael.

“I-I know…bad timing but I just…I had to tell you ok so you don’t have to answer, I’ll leave you with your ice cream and-”

Jeremy’s cold hand touched the top of Michael’s. When Michael stared at him in wait of an explanation, the boy simply smiled cheekily.

“A-are you sure it’s ok?”

Jeremy’s face screamed ‘it’s more than ok’

Michael looked down at his sneakers, unable to hold back his relieved smile, physically shaking as adrenaline rushed out of him.

“What about Christine?”

Jeremy took a moment to grab his phone, type in a password, and do a fair amount of scrolling. When he turned it to Michael it was Jeremy admitting that he liked someone else to Christine, and thinking that they should break up, followed by a fair agreement by Christine. She even wished him good luck with the new crush and asked to stay friends.

“Oh…you like someone else…?”

An eager nod.

“…who?”

“I’s you…idi’t…!” Jeremy voice sounded god awful but in that moment the nails-on-chalk-board effect of his vocal chords was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

Michael smiled, trying to ignore the awful cringe Jeremy held and kissed his forehead. “Holy shit man this is like!! The best day! Ever!! Even better than that time I watched Rich fall down the stairs this is amazing!”

Jeremy laughed, the choked noise halting short with a pained noise. Michael kissed his hand “hey hey it’s ok…relax and eat your ice cream ok!”

Jeremy nodded, his eyes now holding an ‘I love you’ as he nuzzled against Michael’s hand. He ate his ice cream, before patting the free space in his bed. Michael handed Jeremy his pain medicine before laying down beside him, soon after about a half hour of cuddles, I love you’s from Michael, and eating ice cream, Jeremy’s pain began to calm down, allowing him to fall asleep. Michael kissed him again, he just wanted to kiss and kiss and never let go of what he’s always dreamed of.

Jeremy never knew getting his tonsils taking out could end up so awesome.

March 1, 2017

“Happy Birthday, Jen,” you whispered against his neck as he slowly stirred in the dark bedroom of your Vancouver apartment. You kissed his lips slowly as he rolled over on his back, allowing you to slid on top of him, his morning erection pressing at your bare core, already attentive and needy. 

“Hmmmmm,” Jensen moaned against your lips. “A beautiful young woman on top of me. That’s an awesome birthday present to wake up to,” he yawned, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close to him. 

“Oh it gets better, sweetheart,” you teased as you kissed down your husband’s neck, moving over his bare chest and down the grooves of his abdomen, your nails scrapping his skin lightly until you settled over his erection. 

“God I love this day,” he growled as his eyes meeting yours before he let his head fall back against the pillow, the feel of your tongue sending him into a whole new world of pleasure. 

Suddenly you were thrown back almost ten years, to the birthday that started this little birthday tradition. 

March 1, 2008

“Hey Y/F/N!” Jensen yelled as he crossed the dark room toward you with two drinks in his hand. You had just joined the Supernatural family this season, and it had been a wild one. It was season three and there had been a writer’s strike, so there wasn’t as much time spent filming which left a little more time for play. 

Like celebrating Jensen’s birthday, one of the stars of the show. You had become fast friends with him and his co-star Jared. Jensen was nine years older than you, Jared four and a half, but you were so much like them, being from the south, that you fit right in and three of you became nearly inseparable. The chemistry between the three of you had been incredible from the start. 

You chuckled at him. It was his 30th birthday, and he was already well on his way to being completely and totally sloshed. 

“Hey Jen,” you smiled. “Not exactly taking it easy are we?” you laughed, watching him sway a little as he handed you one of the drinks in his hand. 

“It’s my birthday woman!” he replied, a little loudly. “And I’m fucking thirty,” he emphasized that last word like it was some magic rite of passage that explained everything. 

“Oh thirty!” you said with an eye roll. “That some magic number Ackles?” you asked. 

“As a matter of fact, it is sweetheart,” Jensen answered, taking a drink from his glass. “But you’ve got a long time before you figure that out, youngin’” he teased. “Like what, nine years?” he scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes dramatically. 

“Just because I’m only 21 doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have a good time, asshole,” you said with a wink. “You’re working on not getting the present that I got you,” you added with an evil smile. 

You caught his attention at that, and he set his drink down, leaning in closer to you, his chin on his hand as his eye lit up brightly. 

“Are you finally going to give me that kiss I’ve been begging for?” he teased with a smile. 

“Jensen Ross Ackles, I’m a lady,” you said, feigning shock by placing a hand over your heart. “I would never,” you laughed.

His eyes widened playfully as he watched you carefully. 

“But wouldn’t you? It is my birthday after all,” he retorted. 

You laughed in earnest. 

“Who gives a fuck if it’s your birthday, Ackles? My birthday was two months ago and what did I get?” you asked. “Oh yea,” you laughed, “You and Jared took me out and got me wasted and then you spent the evening holding my head up out of a toilet,” you reminded him. 

He smiled and laughed as he covered his face, embarrassed. 

“That’s an awesome gift, dude,” you said with an eye roll. “I would have preferred a kiss.” 

He watched you carefully. 

“Well, Y/N, that wasn’t exactly how I had planned that night to go. Who knew you were such a lightweight,” he teased, stepping closer to you. “Guess you learned your lesson, huh?” he said as he placed a tentative hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear you. 

“Well, then I guess your birthday present is long overdue. Even if it is my birthday. I’ll make an exception this time,” he said, his lips lowering to yours. 

Your breath caught in your throat as he stopped, his lips hovering over yours. 

“I mean, if you want the present,” he teased, his nose bumping yours softly. 

You grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and pulled his lips to yours. They crashed together, sparks flying the minute the two of you connected. Jensen wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you closer to him, his tongue sliding along your bottom lip, begging entrance. 

He slid in your mouth with ease, his tongue fighting yours for dominance. He won easily, and you moaned quietly into his mouth as your free hand reached around to play with the short hairs at the back of his head. 

Finally the two of you pulled away, breathless, both of your chests heaving. 

“That a better present?” he asked, a smiled spreading across his face, reaching his eyes and causing them to crinkle slightly. 

“Hell yeah,” you whispered as you un-clutched his shirt, smoothing it out across his chest, his muscles rippling in response to your touch. 

 He leaned close, whispering in your ear. “So what did you get me?” 

You looked him in the eye, threaded your hand with his, and led him away from the crowd, back to a private room.  

“Something you’re never gonna forget,” you smiled wildly, leading him away. 

“Holy shit,” he murmured, following you, watching your hips sway tantalizingly. “Best birthday, ever,” he growled once you were alone, and you pulled him close, kissing him fiercely. 

“You’ll never forget turning 30, Jen,” you whispered against his lips as your fingers reached for his jeans. “I can promise you that,” you added as you slid down in front of him, your hands pushing down is pants and briefs, showing him just how much you wanted him and giving him the best birthday present a man could ask for. 


Submitted by both @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @chaos-and-the-calm67 I’ve been waiting for the best moment to write this one… It seems now is the time. Hope you girls like it.

groovy tony in the office: guys… u know what the teens need

david karp, sighing and rubbing his temples: what do the teens need tony

groovy tony: a tiny shitting horse

david karp: holy fuck. holy shit tony you absolute mad man. holy fuck tony you’re a genius. shit on a stick, no, shit on TWO sticks this is the best thing ive ever heard tony. go and fuck my wife tony

anonymous asked:

lewd anon (please forgive incoherence i am also tipsy) - have you seen that human alien post that's like, aliens see humans as weird bc we actually require touch and affection for growth and health? imagine ulaz learning this and being determined to hold shiro at every possibility bc he doesn't do anything by halves

You are perfectly coherent.  Don’t you worry your pretty head, Lewd Anon, my favorite of all, the light of my life, the wind beneath my wings.

But holy shit yes?  Because, like, Ulaz probably hears it from Coran first, I think.  Just like… is there anything I should know?  And Coran just gives him this info dump and the touch thing stands out.  Shiro is so reluctant to talk about things he needs and he tends to be so reserved.  And no one touches Shiro on the skin.  Never ever.  And it says here that’s the best way.  So what does he do?

Ulav Fixes This.

He starts with small touches, just to test.  Just to see.  Maybe Shiro isn’t like other humans?  Ulaz would believe that, because Shiro is so often the exception anyway.  So he just tries doing what he sees Shiro do for the other humans, which is to rest a hand on top of their heads in a gentle but firm motion.  The first time he does it, Shiro seems to think it’s humors.  It muses his fur and leaves him ruffled, and Shiro only laughs and flattens it back to order.  So next time, Ulaz does it more slowly, pressing his hand to Shiro’s scalp and pushing it back, then drawing his hand away.

It’s what the humans call petting, Ulaz finds out later.  And Shiro seems to like it.  His eyes close and his face relaxes, and if he’s in a gentle mood then he’ll lean into it.  It’s a trusting weight, eager and vulnerable, and Ulaz finds he likes it almost as much as Shiro seems to.

With that success, Ulaz grows more bold.  He rubs Shiro’s limbs after training when he seems sore, he runs his hands down Shiro’s back after long days, he learns to make his head petting slow and long.  At first, Shiro is always unsure, glancing back like he isn’t sure what Ulaz is up to, but at the end he’s always relaxed and comfortable, sprawled out.  More than once, Shiro had fallen asleep like that, head in Ulaz’ lap and breathing deep and steady.

Ulaz has never felt like this.  It’s a melting feeling, nearly a pain.  He wants to gather Shiro up and continue to touch him forever, just for more of the strange sensation.

The other humans seem unsure of the touches at first, but the first time Shiro falls asleep on the couch while Ulaz pets his head fur, them seem to regard it as a good thing.

“Don’t hurt him,” warns Pidge, staring up at him like the sheer force of her would deter Ulaz.  “Don’t you dare.”

Ulaz pauses, confused, then realizes the problem.  “I won’t,” he replies.  “I care for him.  I will be gentle.”  He will not cut Shiro’s skin with his sharp claws or use too much pressure to damage the skin.  Ulaz knows how to control himself.

Pidge eyes him warily, but nods, and while Ulaz occasionally sees them watching, they don’t protest, even when Ulaz finds that having Shiro in his lap, pressed back against his chest, is a very efficient way to touch.

Once day, Shiro seems nervous, and Ulaz tries to stroke the nerves away and promote the human’s help.  But it doesn’t seem to do anything.  If anything, Shiro grows more tense, until finally he turns around and presses his lips to Ulaz’, sudden but fierce.

At first, Ulaz is confused, both by the shy fear in Shiro’s eyes and the near bubbling feeling in his chest.  But he leans forward to return the gesture, and the frown turns into a beaming smile.

It’s simply another touch, after all.  Another way of promoting Shiro’s health.

It just happens to be Ulaz’ favorite.

At least, it is until he learns a few other ways humans like to touch.

Time Travel Masterlist ( 1 )

time out of mind by aknightley (2/2 | 27,849 | Teen And Up)

Keith and Lance wake up married. In the future.

He lays there a moment, processing the faint throbbing in his head, a strange bitter taste like lemons in his mouth. When he opens his eyes, the room spins wildly into a kaleidoscope of colors, so he closes them again, breathing in and out until he feels less like he might throw up. He suddenly registers a warm weight over his waist, and lifts his head to see a brown arm thrown over him. It looks startlingly familiar, but different, bigger than he remembers, more toned.

Keith turns all the way around and comes face to face with Lance sleepily blinking his own eyes open.

(shallura)

Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia (2/2 | 22,483 | Teen And Up)

“This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”

Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”

Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance–from the future, that is–would like to have their daughter back.“

Ghost of the Future by wittyy_name, Zizzani (3/? | 28,478 | General)

When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place.

This Lance is faster, stronger, and markedly more mature. Not only that, but he’s distinctly more intuitive about his teammates and A LOT more touchy with Keith.

The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance’s places and restore them to their original timelines. Things only get more complicated when the Future Lance can’t seem to remember where he was when the switch happened, and he refuses to reveal anything about his own time for fear of influencing the team’s decisions.

(shallura)

Shadow of the Past by wittyy_name, Zizzani (3/? | 29,879 | General)

PAIR FIC TO “Ghost of the Future”

Let’s Do This (Again) by DairyFarmer (13/? | 65,752 | Teen And Up)

Years after settling down and saving the universe Lance somehow ends up back in his younger body-the one before he became a paladin. Now he has to redo everything all over again. But maybe this is a chance to fix the mistakes he made along the way especially some pertaining to a certain mullet haired lover of his.

(shallura, hunk/shay)

And We’re Back Here Again by goodnessake (20/? | 62,161 | Mature)

After falling through the wormhole the paladins find themselves in a time loop.

aka Team Voltron dick around in alternate universes.

//character death

(lance/shiro, hunk/lance, hunk/shay, shiro/pidge)

Today, anew by MemeKonVLD (6/6 | 5,910 | Mature)

Lance.

Lance’s eyebrows furrow in concern for a second before his whole face goes gentle and open.

“Hey buddy, everything okay?”

Keith nods. Then shakes his head, then opens his mouth to let out a noisy sob before he’s hugging the air out of Lance, grip vise tight.

Lance hugs him back. That’s one of the great things about him— he doesn’t— he doesn’t need explanations for things like this. He doesn’t make Keith jump through hoops, the way other people might— he’s just— he just knows what Keith needs in times like this. No façades, no posturing.

//blood //injury //violence

Down the Rabbit Hole by TheQueen (24/? | 41,577 | Teen And Up)

It starts when he wakes up. Breathing hard and scrambling against the soft bedding and heavy comforter until he falls flat against the wood floor hard enough to take his breath away.

Time travel might not be the worst thing Lance has ever dealt with. But it sure does feel like it.

tethering by fairyuphoria (4/? | 22,576 | General)

Okay, so, maybe pressing weird Altean buttons on the side of your head gear wasn’t the best idea, but Lance sure as hell didn’t expect this to happen.

Lance ends up throwing himself and his fellow paladins of Voltron into a Altean tradition for "starmates”, essentially sending them on a tour of Lance’s parallel lives throughout the universe. Lance learns a lot about not only his own feelings but that he should be more grateful sometimes, because holy shit some of his lives sure are shitty.

//violence //major character death