honestly what is her face made of

I love the fact that Sombra can’t hack Junkrat’s RIP-Tire, because I can just see a very blown up and smoking Reaper stalking about Sombra and yelling at her about not stopping it, isn’t that what they have her for? To keep the technology from literally blowing up in their faces??

And Sombra’s just as annoyed and she’s yelling back about how the thing is not “technology”, it’s basically made out of gunpowder, paperclips, and rubber bands.  “I can’t hack paperclips, Gabe!  I’m pretty sure it’s held together with dirt and snot!  You think that thing has a wifi connection???”  Honestly, I imagine that about 90% of Junkrat and his arsenal annoy Sombra because “this isn’t a weapon this is the physical manifestation of a mistake” but it’s so low-tech it’s not even a mistake she can exploit.

Like Junkrat finding out that Sombra got herself implanted “upgrades” and Rat’s just like “yeah, yeah, same”.  And Sombra staaares at Junkrat’s crude arm and peg-fucking-leg in comparison to her sleek cybernetics and is mortally offended.

y’all i love lena luthor. 

the way she set lillian up was so unecessarily theatrical and like she went out of her way to get maximum dramatic climax. like iirc l-corp is the only source of the isotope so she could have just destroyed/moved it all and told lillian to go fuck herself in her office. but no. she staged this evil bonding moment (ask me to help u and i will) and even after effectively thwarting the plan, she made sure to put on her villainy I’m A Luthor show for kara knowing good and damn well the virus wasnt going to work no matter who pushed the button. let kara fly after a giant missle which then exploded in her face just so she could stand there and watch lillian’s reaction as she realized. like…who does that?? just to send an especially large fuck u to Evil Mom on thanksgiving. honestly, she could have called the cops 3.5 scenes ago what a drama queen. 

  • Emma Thompson narrating the story
  • the Fabulous™ make-up
  • the Enchantress
  • « a hideous beast » like honestly most people are uglier than he is
  • Beast’s tiny teeth like aw
  • « you are so.. athletically inclined »
  • Maurice singing
  • LeFou slut-shaming Gaston for having a widow kink
  • Gaston’s widow kink
  • Maurice’s face after finding out Gaston has a widow kink
  • the forbidden west wing that doesn’t exist
  • Belle asking a hairbrush what their name is
  • be
  • our
  • guest
  • be our guest
  • Beast showing Belle the library because « Romeo & Juliet sucks let me show you the 240k other books I have »
  • Beast exploding Belle’s skull with a snowball
  • Belle surviving that snowball (honestly how ?? her head literally smashes the floor which happens to be made of stone)
  • Beast shyly sitting by Belle’s side during dinner
  • Belle’s dress
  • « there’s a beast running wild there’s no question, but I fear the wrong monster’s released »
  • Stan killing it in his dress
  • Cogsworth running away from his wife
  • Ewan McGregor’s French accent

okay imma go on a rant: i think what bothers me the most about the mon ew situation is how kara is with him bc HE likes her. like, we never saw her falling in love with him but we’re supposed to believe she is??? they are showing it but there’s not one single reason why and how??? like they literally made kara get with him bc he was in love with her, what the fuck. she never saw him as anything but annoying, he confesses feelings, got with another woman and that made her suddenly into him?? AND THE WORST OF ALL he still awful and annoying on a daily basis and SHE KNOWS and you can see it on her face how she FRUSTRATED she is with him, but then she’s all smiles and 😍😍 bc why???? 📣📣honestly the TEA is that sg writers can’t make kara physically weak since she ain’t human so they found another way to make her bend to the will of a man and put her on her place as a woman 📣📣 and i hate them so much bc of it peace out

Favorite Color? (Soulmate Au)

Originally posted by newtloveshisfantasticbeasts

Request: A soulmate Au where you see grey until you meet your soulmate.

The world had always been grey for (Y/n), and it would probably be grey for the rest of her life. You see (Y/n) was raised by a pure-blood family, and being a pure-blood came at a cost. They never meet their soulmate. Sure on occasions, if you were lucky, they’re betrothed was their soulmate but most of the time it never happened.

She was only 7 when she found out that most people could see in color. Which surprised her, considering her parents also only saw grey. That’s when (Y/n)’s parents explained about soulmates and how if she met hers then the world became colorful. Even then she still was okay with seeing grey for the rest of her  life.

That was until (Y/n) arrived in Illvermorny. Sure for awhile all the kids saw grey but by 5th year almost all of them could see in color. All except the pure-bloods. She tried to ignore the taunts of being called “Soulless.” or the taunts of “Hey pure-blood are you sure there’s even someone for you out there?” That’s when the hatred for grey bubbled inside her. 

It was that very blasted color that kept her from being normal. That one color. The bullying was extremely worse one day and that’s when she met the Goldsteins. 

“Hey Pure-blood you do know what color this is right?” A boy taunted waving a grey fabric in her face. No matter how hard she concentrated (Y/n) couldn’t tell, but she knew what happened if she got it wrong. Tears gathered in her eyes as she grew more and more frustrated. “Hey pure-blood I don’t hear an answer!”

“Leave her alone! She’s not bothering anyone” A voice cried out catching the group off guard. Another student, a girl, stood with her arms cross. She was a fairly tall girl with short wavy hair and a frown was on her face.

The boy huffed slightly. “Aw come on Queenie it’s just a little fun!” (Y/n) watched cautiously as the girl made her way over with a sweet smile on her face. It honestly scared (Y/n).

Queenie let out a giggle and replied,”Oh I’m sure it is, but do you want me to tell your soulmate about your other fun?” The boy’s face seemed to get paler and Queenie smirked. “That’s what I thought now run along.” Tina plopped down beside (Y/n) as the boy quickly made his get away. “Are you alright sweetie?”

(Y/n) shifted slightly and gave Queenie a thankful look. “Yea it’s pretty normal…” She mumbled fiddling with her hands.

Queenie huffed slightly shaking her head causing her curls to bounce in every direction. “Well it shouldn’t!” She turned to (Y/n) and smiled. “I’m Queenie Goldstein by the way.”

(Y/n) smiled slightly. “(Y/n) (L/n)… It’s nice to meet you…”

It seemed after that day (Y/n) no longer cared about colors. Cause when she met the Goldstein sisters she found out that not only pure-bloods got stuck seeing grey. That in fact sometimes other people met their soulmates later on in life. In fact, she had accepted that she might not meet her soulmate and decided that grey was her favorite color. That was until she met her soulmate.

(Y/n) had been slightly fidgety all day. Queenie was bringing her soulmate over to meet her along with his friend. She would have been glad for it, but this was not the week. You see (Y/n) and her parents had struck a deal a long time ago. She had 1 year to find her soul mate or else she would be married off. This was her last week to find him, but she knew that no matter what she couldn’t say no to Queenie.

So here she was in one of her nice dresses waiting for Queenie to show up. She glanced around making sure that her apartment was all set. Her great horned owl, Athena, was perched in her cage sleeping. All her papers were neatly organized on the coffee table in the living room. The flames in her fireplace were going steady and she glanced into the kitchen. the table was all set for everyone and the food was still cooking.

A small knock sounded on the door and (Y/n) was instantly at the door. “Queenie!” She exclaimed hugging the girl tightly. 

Queenie let out a laugh and pulled out of the hug. She grinned widely at the girl. “(Y/n)! It’s so good to see you!” She stepped inside and pulled a short man in with her. “(Y/n) meet Jacob my soulmate!” Queenie leaned in and whispered excitedly,”He’s also a no-maj so let’s try to keep this quiet.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened slightly at the word “No-maj” but kept her mouth shut. She and Queenie knew the consequence of being caught… But if Queenie was happy that was all that mattered. She smiled at Jacob and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you Jacob.”

He smiled slightly. “It’s nice to meet you as well  (Y/n). Queenie speaks fondly about you…”

(Y/n) smiled slightly at the thought. She suddenly remembered something and frowned. “Hey wasn’t there supposed someone else?”

Queenie giggled and replied,”He’s outside the door… He’s just a little shy” She took Jacob’s hand and sang, “Come on Newt. She won’t bite.”

(Y/n) watched as a tall man came into view. His curly hair covering his eyes as he stared at the ground. He was carrying a slightly beat up suitcase as well. “Hello I’m-.” The moment his eyes met hers a pain shot through her skull.

That’s when she saw it. At first she didn’t know how to describe it. It was the most beautiful color she had ever seen and almost immediately the name clicked. She was staring into his green eyes. That moment she decided at that very moment that green was her favorite color. His eyes were wide in shock.

“Newt? (Y/n)?” Jacob’s voice pulled the two back from their moment. ‘Are you two alright?”

(Y/n) let out a small laugh and turned to them again. Queenie instantly noticed the sparkle in her eyes. (Y/n) grinned and replied, “Yea Jacob perfectly fine.”

Newt stepped beside her and hesitantly took her hand. “I guess I should introduce you to my Soulmate,” Newt joked sending a flutter of butterflies through (Y/n).

Soulmate…. (Y/n) smiled softly at the word. I could love this….

HEY GUYS I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD! That’s right I’m back I have finally been inspired and it’s about time! Also any valentines day ideas would be awesome! Anyways this is my longest one I’m pretty sure so I hope you like it!s

You Know the Rules

Warning: Strong language

Shawn groans as he stands under the shower. This day had not started the way he had wanted it to. He had woken up from a dream – and what a dream it had been. His girlfriend had been on her knees, lips wrapped tightly around his cock, cheeks hollowed and swallowing every last bit of him. Her face had been beautiful, her eyes wet and her swollen lips honestly looked like they were made to suck his cock. Fucking hell. He had woken up from that dream painfully hard. He glances down, lets out a frustrated sigh as his hand wraps around his cock more firmly. His mouth drops open on a silent moan, the sound of the shower somewhat masking the slick sound of his hand on his cock. A sigh slips past his lips, his head falling back in pleasure. The bathroom door opens, snapping him out of his reverie, as his girlfriend walks in, a loose fitting shirt the only thing covering her sinfully familiar body. God, the things he had done to that body.

“Hey I just have to brush my… hair…” Her voice trails off as she takes in his miserably desperate state.

Usually Shawn had enough decency to at least look ashamed at being caught like this. But not today. No, today he pulled at his cock one last time before turning to his girlfriend who is standing right there, brush in hand, her shirt clinging to her breasts, rising and falling with every breath. She is definitely better than his hand. He growls out, “Get in here. Now,” before opening the glass door of the shower and pulling her inside. She yelps in protest, yet he can’t bring himself to care. She is so warm, so soft and right here in his arms. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her against him. He suppresses a groan as his painfully hard cock presses against her soft stomach. Her shirt is soaked through now, clinging to every little curve.

“Fuck, I need you, kitten.” He looks down at her, his chest heaving with need. Kitten, he only ever calls her that during his most dominating moments. He presses a kiss against her jaw as his fingers find the hem of her shirt and pull the soaked material over her head with some difficulty. Glorious. And he needs her now.

“Shawn.” She presses her small hand against his chest, forcing some distance between them. He raises an eyebrow in question.

“We are not having sex in the shower,” she says, a teasing smile playing on her lips. He wants nothing more than to wipe that smirk of her face. Have her mouth begging for mercy, her lips kiss swollen and bruised.

“And why is that darling?” he asks, his voice low in his throat as he pushes against her hand on his torso.

“First of all… unless you are hiding a condom in your butt crack we can’t have sex. Second even if you did it could slip off during and I don’t really feel like fishing a condom out of my vagina.” She lets out a breathy laugh. “Third, considering you’re very clumsy we will probably slip and hurt ourselves.” She places her second hand on his chest trying to push him away. He quirks his eyebrow at her spirited words. Adorable.  She thinks she can win against him. His instincts shout at him. Teach her. Fuck her. Bruise her.

Shawn quickly turns off the shower before wrapping his fingers around her wrist. He opens the shower door and pulls her out along with him. Shawn smirks slightly at her wide eyed expression when he sets her in front of the counter. As he opens the cabinet under the sink and grabs a condom, she starts walking towards the door. Oh, darling. You’re not getting to the bed.   

“No, no, no kitten.” He lets out an amused chuckle. “You stay right there. Hands on the counter, press that pretty stomach against it,” he instructs her. She gulps at his words. When she hesitates for a moment too long, Shawn’s patience fizzles out. His left hand clasps her hip, pushing her towards the counter while his right one applies pressure against her back bending her over the counter. Her eyes are trained on him in the mirror’s reflection, trying to figure out his next move.

“Look at us, darling,” he murmurs as he rips open the condom wrapper and slides it onto his aching cock. He suppresses a smile as her breathing hitches slightly at his commanding tone. She knows what it entails. He reaches out to her, needing to feel her beneath his fingers. He runs his hand up her arm, enjoying the trail of goose bumps he leaves behind. He steps up behind her, lowering his lips to her ear and looking her in the eye in the mirror’s reflection. God, she is beautiful: bent over the sink with her elbows keeping her somewhat upright, her sinful ass jutting out. She is looking up at him, the breath-taking column of her neck exposed. He grinds his hips into her ass, savouring the sweet sweet friction against his cock. Her eyes widen as she feels his condom-covered erection nudging her and she moves her hips, as if asking for more. Shawn plants a kiss to her neck, mumbling, “No excuses anymore, hm?” His nose ghosts up the shell of her ear. Her breathy gasp is music to his ears. She looks down, breaking the eye contact. Now that just won’t do. He tangles his left hand into her hair, pulling on it, forcing her face up, making her look at him again. Her chest rises in short, shallow breaths as he gently presses his body against hers.

“Hm? Nothing to say? Has my kitten already run out of witty things to say? Your pussy aching that bad? Can’t form a smart answer because it’s hurting?” He places a searing kiss under her ear. Her eyes flutter shut, as she bites her lip to contain a moan. He grins at her reflection: a flush developing high on her cheeks, her chest heaving with gasped breaths, her hardened nipples begging for attention. His lips graze her jaw; he can barely contain a growl as she arches up into his touch. Patience, darling. I haven’t even begun yet.  

“Ah, kitten. I would love to give you pleasure but…” He smirks as her eyes snap open and her body goes rigid in his embrace. Smart kitten. Let’s play. His fingers untwist from her hair, brushing it to the side. Shawn tucks a stray lock behind her ear before moving his fingers down her neck. Stroking it, slowly wrapping his fingers around it. He can feel her pulse thrumming loudly in anticipation… and maybe a little in apprehension. He makes her look up at him. Good god, she will be the death of him. Eyes large, pupils blown out, flushed cheeks and lips parted on a moan.

“Kitten… You know you have to apologise,” he tells her. He is tracing circles on her hip, his left hand around her throat still holding it firmly. Her eyebrows furrow a little in confusion.

She huffs a sigh at the feeling of his large hand covering almost her entire neck. She keens underneath his fingers as Shawn’s right hand cups her crotch, silently begging him for more. A muttered Shawn rasps out of her as he slides two fingers inside her. Her slick walls stretch around him, clenching around his fingers ever so tightly. Fuck. His cock twitches in anticipation. So tight, so slick.

“Who made you wet darling?” He looks at her, enjoying the way she blushes at his words. “Did I get this you wet? Fuck- You’re dripping.” He curves his fingers, brushing over her g-spot. Her eyes fall shut, a broken shout rattling out of her as she presses against his hand.

“No moving. Or I’ll stop,” he orders, his voice sounding rough to his own ears.

“Shawn… Please… more…” she begs, jutting out her ass a little, pleading for him to touch her.

“Sorry, love. You need to apologize first.” He takes his fingers out of her, drawing a whimper from her beautiful lips. His foot nudges her legs further apart, as he gives her ass a light yet stinging slap. A warning.

“Ass out darling. Come on, let me see you,” he orders, his left hand tightening its grip on her throat ever so slightly when she opens her mouth as if to protest. Her breath hitches as she feels the tip of his cock against her entrance. She looks at his reflection, silently begging him. Not good enough.

“Want my cock, kitten? Hm? Want it to fill you? Stretch you? You’ve been waiting, haven’t you? God I’ve kept you waiting haven’t I? Ask for it. Show me how bad you want me to fuck you and I’ll give it to you,” he murmurs lowly, his eyes trained on hers.

“Please. Please, Shawn.” She hesitates before adding. “I want your cock. Deep. Please.” She doesn’t stutter, she only blushes a little. She trusts him with this. Christ’s sake she is killing him. The knowledge makes his aching erection down right painful.

He can’t wait any longer. He had to feel her, had to have her clenching around him. A growl tears out of him as his control shatters. He thrusts into her, drawing it out, torturing both of them. A string of please and more roll off her tongue as he bottoms out. Her eyes fall shut as he presses into her. His pace slow and unforgiving. But It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough of what she needs.

“Oh, kitten. Look at yourself. Look how good I fuck you,” he orders, voice strained as he tries to keep his composure. Her bewitching eyes open again, looking at herself in the reflection of the slowly fogging up mirror. Her eyes darken as she catches sight of herself in the reflection. 

“You look so good on my cock. Taking all of me in. You love it, don’t you? When I fuck you? When you know you’ll need my help standing?” He revels in her mewled moan. Lord have mercy on him.

“Straight up begging for it, aren’t you? Begging for my cock. Fuckin- Fucking writhing on my cock.” The only response he gets is a choked whimper of his name. He drives his hips home, pressing into her. A groan escapes him as her walls flutter around him. Her soft cries for more eat at his control. His fingers around her neck tighten imperceptibly as she meets his thrusts.

“So, so, so needy kitten. Need more of my cock? Does your cunt need more?” He relishes her whined answer, a drawn out yes that goes straight to his cock. He grinds into her, murmuring in her ear, filthy filthy words tumbling from his lips. He mouths at her jaw, a hickey blossoming on her flushed skin.

“Do you want to come, kitten? Your pussy’s so goddamn tight. Fuck- I’ll- I’ll lose my cock all the way up there, if you keep doing that. Stranglin- Fucking strangling my cock with that cunt of yours, darling.” He can’t help the moan that escapes him at her response: a broken, whimpered moan of please, please, please. He gently nips her ear, enjoying the breathy gasp she releases.

“You know what I want darling. Apologise and you can come,” he whispers, a smirk playing on his lips as her eyes look at him with disbelief written on her face. He raises an eyebrow, assuring her that he is serious. He drives into her, causing her mouth to drop, moans spilling from her swollen lips. Her hand slams up against the mirror, desperately seeking support. Her head drops. His punishing pace is too much, too intense and yet not entirely enough.

“No, no, no. Kitten, you know the rules. Watch. Watch how good I fuck you. How much you like being fucked hard.” He growls out as his hand raises her head again, forcing her to take in her desperate and filthy state.

“Look at you. You never understand- never believe me… You look so fucking good. I’m fucking this goddamn goddess- So gorgeous. Look, dear, look how fucking filthy you look.” He pants, looking straight into her eyes. A breathy sigh the only answer he gets.

“I’m sorry, Shawn. So sorr- Fuck. I’m sorry, please. Let me- Please let me come. You fuck me so good. Please, I can’t-” She begs beautifully. He grinds his teeth together. Little witch, enchanting him into giving in.

“Oh, darling. Come here,” is all he manages to say as his hips grind into her, his shaft burying deep into her, grazing her g-spot. Her back arches, her breasts jutting out, a whine shattering out of her. She is gorgeous. The incoherent string of sorry and please never stopped; even as he drives into her, the apologies still tumble from her lips. As if she doesn’t want to risk him stopping.

“Good girl. Good girl. Look at that- stretching so well. Your pussy’s perfect. So fucking good,” he mumbles against her ear. A breath punches out of him as her walls clench down on his cock, holding him in a vicelike grip.

“Come for me darling…” he says, giving her neck a little squeeze. She shatters in his arms, her hand leaving the mirror and clawing into his arm. Her orgasm rushes through her, her walls fluttering wildly around him. A moan leaves him as his own orgasm punches through his body. His heavy breath fans across her neck as he comes down from a seemingly endless high.

He gingerly pulls out of her, discarding of the condom. He picks her boneless body into his arms before she crashes on the bathroom floor and carries her to their bed. He holds her close to his chest, worrying his bottom lip. Shawn presses kisses to her hair as he tries to put his thoughts into one coherent sentence. Once he had somewhat regained his composure he wondered, had it felt as good for her, as it had for him?

“Was I… too… you know, too rough?” he manages to stutter. She breathes in loudly, and her delayed answer makes blind panic surge up in him.

“What? No! It was great, I- I actually really loved it,” she rushes to reassure him. She twists in his arms to press a kiss against his lips.  “Shawn, I’d tell you if I wanted you to stop. Trust me. I wouldn’t just… endure it. I’d tell you to stop. Promise.”

He relaxes at her words, a sigh of relief leaving him. Thank God.

“I loved being your kitten.” She smirks, winking at him cheekily. He can’t help the blush that spreads on his cheeks. God… How could he have said all that?

A/N I would like to thank my kinky friend for helping with the dirty talk and thank you to my equally (if not more) kinky friend who helped correct my grammar mistakes. Love you!!! 


Isaac Lahey x female reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Author: T💕

Request: “Can You Write Hardcore Isaac Smut But Make It Long??? I’ve Seen What U Write & It Is All Great But Too Short.”

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), Daddy!Kink, public sex, public teasing, and language.

  On a Friday afternoon school was the last place I wanted to be. It wasn’t even second period and I already want to go home.

  Lydia Martin, my best friend, came running up to me. “Y/N/N! –I can’t run in these heels–Do you wanna go shopping? Allison and I don’t want to sit in class.”

  I sighed. “Yes! Oh, my god, yes! I have to go tell the hubby first.”

  “We’ll go with you.” Allison smiled.

  The three of us walked to the group  of boys by Scott’s locker. I walked closer to Isaac, and he pulled me into his side, resting his hand on my hip.

 “Psst.” I whispered, trying to get my boyfriend’s attention.

   Isaac ignored me and continued with his conversation with Scott and Stiles. I huffed and tried again.

  “Isaac?” Nothing.

  “Babyyyy?” I said, sing-song. Still nothing.

  I turned to the girls. Allison egged me on and Lydia shrugged her shoulders, letting me know that she was out of ideas.

  A lightbulb went off in my head. I looked between my boyfriend and the other two of my friends that he was so caught up in talking to.

  I cleared my throat. “Daddyyy?” I asked innocently.

  Isaac choked on his words mid-sentence and Scott and Stiles both looked bewildered and hung their mouths open.

  Lydia and Allison giggled behind me. Isaac turned to me.

  “Uh–I–Yes, princess?”

  I moved so that I was standing in front of him. I reached my right hand out and grabbed a handful of what was sitting in the front of his jeans. I squeezed his crotch gently and inconspicuously.

  “I just wanted you to know that Allison, Lydia, and I are going to go shopping for a little while.”

  My boyfriend nodded. ‘Uh, shopping, fuck–okay. Sounds fun.”

  I let go and smiled. “Okie dokie, then. We’ll see you boys in a couple of hours. I love you.”

  “I love you, more. Hey, wait, do I not get a kiss?”

  I smiled and pulled Isaac’s head closer to my head. He leaned a little further to whisper in my ear. “Daddy’s gonna get you back for that later, baby. You better be ready for it.”

  Isaac kissed my lips and I kissed back,  still a little stunned by his comment.

“Okay, Y/N! If we don’t get moving we won’t have time to shop, come onnnnn.” Allison and Lydia took a hold of my hands and took me to Lydia’s car.

  At Lydia’s car, we all threw out ideas on where we were planning on going. “Sooooo, I figured that we could go to the mall so that we can eat and shop. But I’m down for whatever, but we have to be back before last period; Y/N and I have a test that we can’t miss.” Allison chimed while buckling her seatbelt.

  The three of us girls all agreed that we should go to the mall, and Lydia started to drive off in that direction.

  After a minute or two, Allison spoke from the backseat again. “I have a feeling that Scott likes this freshman girl in our Chem class, but I’m not sure.”

   The only way that my brain would let me respond was with loud and obnoxious laughter form the passenger seat. “You thi-HAHAHAHA-Scott and some freshman-HAHAHAHA! I’m-I’m sorry, Alli, it isn’t that funny.”

  Lydia snickered from the drivers seat as she turned the corner and drove through the parking lot, looking for a spot. “I mean, it is kinda funny.” Allison smiled.

  “Babe, I’m gonna fuck you up with some truth, okay? Scott would never in a million years leave you. He stuck with you when he found out your family are all a bunch of hunters, and he isn’t gonna leave for some freshman girl in your chemistry class. He loves you. You’re special to him.”

  Lydia’s breaks squeaked as she pulled into the parking space. “Oh, and he knows that Y/N would rip his ass to shreds.” She added.

   "With my teeth.“ I say and push my werewolf canines out to add to the comment.

  Allison smiled and said thank you. The three of us got out of the car and started to the main entrance of the mall.

  "Where to first?” Lydia asked as she looked around her.

  Allison and I also looked around. Seconds later, we all pointed at the Victoria’s Secret store.

  “I don’t know why I come in here anymore.” Allison laughed while she searched through the lace thongs.

  “What do you mean?” Lydia asked her.

  “Scott and I almost always get caught when we try to have sex, so I’m not totally sure that it really matters what I wear.”

  Lydia and I nodded. “Stiles can’t even keep it together long enough to see what I’m wearing, so I honestly get it.”

  I kind of just shrugged. “I’m really not sure that Isaac even cares what I wear soooo.”

  Lydia started yo laugh at me. “Hmmm, I thought it was "daddy”. Is that not what you called him in the hall at school today? Allison, wasn’t that what she called him?“

  Allison put a hand on her chin and made a thinking face. "I do recall Y/N calling Isaac "daddy” today.“

  I let out a loud laugh at my two best friends. "Oh, my god! I swear no one was supposed to find out that I call him that!”

  “It isn’t such a secret now, is it, babe?” I whipped around to see my tall, blonde boyfriend standing behind me with his arms crossed.

  My cheeks and ears started to feel hot. “I–uh—What are you boys doing here?” I stuttered out and acknowledged the other boys too.

  “Scott was hungry and wanted chinese food. And I was hungry too; But not really for food.”

  Scott waved. “And this was the closest place to the school to get chinese.”

  Lydia turned her head. “Um, isn’t there a Panda Express near the school though?”

  “Well, yes, but Isaac said he was hungry, but like, not for food, so I made a joke and next thing that I know we were heading to the mall so that Isaac could…you know…” Stiles winked at me.

  I rolled my eyes and walked off. “Y'all are acting like a bunch of eighth graders.”

  I walked to the food court with Isaac walking by my side, trying to hide the fact that he was laughing at me. I slumped down in my chair and rubbed my head.

  “Ughhhhh.” I groaned.

  “Awe, baby, don’t be so embarassed. It isn’t that bad.”

  I gave my boyfriend a sidways look. “Okay, alright, maybe I overstepped a line. I love you, though. Like, with all my heart.” Isaac pursed his lips and I playfully rolled my eyes, and leaned in anyway.

  The kiss started out as soft and sweet, but it quickly changed to something very dirty. Isaac smirked into it and trailed his hand up to my covered sex.

  I gasped a little and ground onto his hand harder. Isaac’s touch got rougher and the kiss got even more heated.

  “Say my name, Y/N. Go ahead.” Isaac kissed me harder.

  It completely slipped my mind that we were in public. But I pulled my lips from his and moaned out his name. “Fuck, Isaac….”

  Isaac made a ‘tsk tsk’ noise at me and dew away from my lips completely. “Now, Y/N, that isn’t the name i was talking about. You can say it in public.”

  Isaac ran his thumb across my bottom lip and flashed his gold eyes at me. He touched me harder and I moaned a little louder than I should have, considering that we were in public. “Daddy…oh, fuck.”

 Isaac smirked at my reaction; Lydia, Allison, Scott, and Stiles all sat down around us. “Okay, so where are we gonna eat? I reallllly want a cheeseburger. Boys what do you–Isaac, can you stop devouring my best friend so that we can figure out what she’s getting?” Lydia asked.

  “Getting some dick.” Stiles snorted.

  Even Scott shook his head at his best friend. I gasped smally as I felt the knot in my lower abdomen tighten near release.

  “I’m gonna get a cheeseburger or something. It just sounds good.” I informed.

  Scott stood up. “Welp, I still want chinese sooooo.” He walked off to get his food.

  The rest followed, but I held Isaac down for just a second longer. I bit hy lip and panted a little bit, until I felt a wave of pleasure pulse through my body. Isaac caught on to what just happened and smirked at me.

  “Do you feel better, babygirl? did you like how daddy was touching you?”

  I took a few deep breaths before I stood out of my chair and extended a hand to Isaac. “Yes, and, yes.” I smiled.

  Isaac took my hand and walked with me to stand in the line with Lydia. Scott, Stiles, and Allison stood a few meters away from us, getting their food.

  “Whatcha getting, babe?” Lydia asked me.

  I looked at the menu above my head and thought. “Ummmm, I’m not really sure yet. I, what are you getting?”

  “Hmm, that’s a very hard decision, Y/N.”  I grinned as Isaac pushed into me. I could smell his arousal, and I know for a fact he can smell mine. It took everything that I had not to throw him on a table and ride him like a fucking horse.

  “Y/NNNNNNN…I realllllly need to cum. But, like, preferably inside of you. Please, babygirl? Daddy needs it.”

  That was all it took for me. I touched Lydia’s shoulder. “I’m going to show the hubby something because he doesn’t listen. I’ll be right back.” I lied.

  Lydia seemed to believe me. “Go prove  him wrong, girl!”

  I pushed Isaac toward the nearest unisex bathroom and dragged him inside. I removed his grey v-neck from his body, and then got started on his belt. I threw it somewhere behind me and heard  it clang against the linolium floor. The next thing I got rid of were his pants.

  I dropped down to my knees and took his rock-hard cock into my mouth. With as much pent-up arousal I had, I wasn’t really in the mood to tease. I was in the mood to get laid.

  I savored the salty-sweet taste of Isaac’s pre cum on my tounge and the sensation of his hand reaching to the back of my loose hair, and pulling it into a makeshift “ponytail” with his one hand.

  I lifted my eyes to look at Isaac. He had a smirk on his face while he tossled his blonde hair.

  “Oh, fuck, Y/N. You look so damn beautiful with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock like that. Oh, yeah! Fuck!”

  I hummed as I felt his tip touch the back of my throat. I pumped him in and out of my mouth. “Why are you so good a sucking me off, princess? Fuck, it’s a blessing”

  I took him out of my mouth and pumped his shaft still. “I just want to please you.”

  Isaac pulled me up from my knees by my hair. He took my shirt and my shorts off.

  He licked his lips and said, “I never get tired of looking at your body. You are so damn beautiful. But now,” Isaac bent me over the sink, and I hissed at the contact of the cold metal on my breasts. “I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy, and you are going to scream loud enough that everyone in this mall knows who is making you cum, and who is the only person who can make you cum.”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  Isaac rubbed his wet cock head over my dripping wet entrance. Seconds later I felt his dick enter me and stretch me out.

  “Fuck!” I squealed as Isaac hit my g-spot the first time.

  By the pace of his thrusts already, I would say that he was not in the mood to go slower than he needed to. And I certainly am not complaining.

  Isaac slid his cock in and out of my pussy, stretching me out beautifully and hitting my g-spot with each thrust.

  “C'mon, Y/N. It’s okay to scream. Matter of fact, I want you to.” Isaac thrust harder into me.

  I could barely open my eyes from how much pleasure I was getting from my boyfriends thrusts, but I somehow managed to get a scream to run through my lungs and out my throat. “Oh, yes! Ah, daddy, harder! Harder, please!” I pushed my hips into Isaac’s thrusts.

  Isaac placed on hand on the mirror and gripped my hip with the other. I let go of every noise that came out of me. I didn’t have the power to hide a single one.

  “God, Y/N, You take my cock so well, oh, yeah….Who is daddy’s little slut? Huh?” Isaac began to thrust deeper into me, my release threatening to explode.

  “I’m your little slut, daddy. Please–fuck–please, let me cum.”

  I felt Isaac’s cock pulse inside of me, so I knew he was close too. “Since you asked oh so nicely, baby, yes, you can cum. I want you to cum all over my cock. I want to feel you clench around me baby.”

  That was all it took for me to let go. I came and screamed “daddy” at the top of my lungs. It actually made my throat a little sore. I felt Isaac cum too, his seed dripping down my leg.

  Isaac gave my ass a squeeze as we got dressed. “Now, let’s go get all kinds of dirty looks from people outside waiting for the bathroom.”

  We shared a laugh and walked out of the bathroom with post-sex hair, and couldn’t contain any of our laughter.


So I was sitting down at my kitchen table eating pasta when I had this thought.

Tikki’s favorite re-energizing food is cookies

Originally posted by allarica

Plagg is a cheese freak

Originally posted by hikayagami

(This is my new favorite gif)

But then I realized…

Adrien also really likes baked goods (when he gets them, that is…)

Originally posted by letadrieneat

But that made me think… is their favorite food the same as their other half’s kwami?

Is Marinette’s favorite food

Originally posted by dennys

Originally posted by everybody-loves-to-eat

Originally posted by foodpleasestuff


I hope she does…

The big four sitting at lunch together.

Alya: Hey Marinette, what’s your favorite type of food?

Nino: I could have told you that one.

Adrien: Really? What is it?

Marinette: *honestly unaware of favorite type of food and a little offended that Nino thinks he knows the answer* I honestly don’t know what it is, so please enlighten us, Nino.

Nino: *with a big smile on his face* Cheese.

Adrien: *slightly taken aback at this new development*

MArinette: *Thinking back on her life and slowly realizing he was right.*

Alya: Dude, how do you even know that?

Nino: First of all, she has cheesecake for her birthday cake every year. Second, last year she hosted a big study party with a bunch of kids from our class and she made a pasta dish. While she was cooking Kim asked if she had enough pasta and sauce with her cheese and Marinette just dumped an entire container of parmesan cheese into the pot and said, “Not quite.” So yeah, cheese is her favorite food.

Marinette: *glances down at plate which is literally that exact same recipe with just as much cheese as Nino described from the party*

Alya: I’m a little shocked, but I am mostly impressed.

Plagg in Adrien’s shirt pocket: Marry her.

Do Something Bad, Too - Part 4

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics, nsfw content (aka orgasms)

A/N: its finally here! sorry for taking like 30000 years but i got there in the end! happy new year, happy holidays, i hope everyone is well and i hope you enjoy this part!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

When you were in the army, you decided that you would never, ever chose an Alpha as a mate. You were surrounded by the worst kind day in day out - and, sure, when you moved companies nobody knew you were an omega thanks to the suppressants, but that just meant they felt like they could say all their shitty opinions about omegas in front of you as if you wouldn’t be offended.

In your opinion, 99% of Alphas were pigs and had zero respect for you no matter how successful you were, or how many suppressants you took. The past few weeks, however, have made you seriously reconsider that percentile.

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Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

A/N: I was listening to Gorgeous by X Ambassadors, which is a song that always puts me in a fluffy mood, and I felt inspired. 

Prompt: While you worry about school, volleyball, graduation, mythical creatures, and your entire existence, Stiles only has one thing on his mind since coming back, and that is you. 

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“I mean honestly, like Lydia? Love her to death, I’d do anything for her. But if she beats me for valedictorian, I will cut her”. 

“Oh, you’re going to cut her”?

“Yes. I will seriously cut her”. 

“With what? Are you going to make a shank out of your mechanical pencil? Y/N this isn’t an episode of Orange is the New Black. You can’t just ‘cut’ people”. 

“Well fine then, I won’t cut her…. But baby, could I please borrow your baseball bat for a few days…. Just until results for valedictorian come out…”

“Y/N…. shut up”.

You could hear the joking tone in his voice, but still, Sties felt a nice elbow ram into his stomach which caused him to loosen his grip around your waist and keel over.

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You’re Mine || one

Meeting the guy, that made my life a living hell after years of running away. Do I love him or do I hate him?

Originally posted by purelyjimin

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Mature/Angst

A/N: Taking a break from this fic, will start a new one. 

The way he used to look at me, was all gone when he started hanging out with guys that were older than him. Ignoring me because he was too ‘cool’ for me, breaking my heart and messing with it like I was a toy. Of course, I have heard stories about him, some horrible ones. Casual sex, treating women like toys and the worse one gangbangs. This was someone he had become, something he did every day and I couldn’t fathom at all. We used to be friends, me thinking that we were more than friends, was just a huge lie to make myself feel better about the situation. He used me, breaking my heart like a heartless person, he had become and I forgave him every time because I loved him. I used to cry and tell everything he had done to me to Lia, my best friend. There was always something to say about him or the girls that were stupid enough to fuck him, just like the old me. Lia normally would tell me to stop letting people hurt me and stand up for myself instead of forgiven them for their mistake. That must be easy for her, she has always been the girl that said what she wanted, not being afraid what people would think about her. 

As the time passed. I moved away from my childhood home into a bigger city or the capital living there for a year or two before moving back. Where all the pain of mine started, but I guess I got attached to the place, maybe that’s the reason why I’m back. Thinking that he would be long gone from this place, hoping that I didn’t run into him or see him again. I didn’t have anything to say to him, nothing at all. When I finally found my peace, something that will soon be ruined by the one and only Jeon Jungkook, the guy I have been running away from for years now because my heart couldn’t take it anymore watching him from afar. Watching him fuck up every single girl he met, just because he found it fun to mess around with me. Who does that? he does. 

“Missed me?” he whispered into my ear making me jump up a little by his sudden presence, as I stood outside of someone’s backyard at a party that I got forced to go on.  

“What do you want?” I turned around facing him, at first it was hard to remember if I knew who the voice belonged to, but the fact that he asked if I had missed him made everything much easier for me. He looked different but I guess time changes someone’s looks, he was much taller than last time I saw him. Honestly, he looked great, black shirt and pants in an outfit he didn’t put much effort in. 

“Looks like someone have become stubborn, what happened to the girl who did everything I told her? I wonder if she’s still around,” he smirked while looking around for ‘her’ ending it with a grin showing his teeth, that every girl died of seeing. “Want to go inside and get a drink, so we can catch up on things?“ 

"So sad that she’s gone and would probably never come back as well,” I said with a harsh tone. “No thanks, I don’t drink," 

He was surprised to get to see the true me or the changed me, but let out a laughter making me frown my eyebrow. "Why are you at a party, if you’re not planning on drinking anything or have fun?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Wait~ did you come here because of a guy? Then where is he," 

The way he said it and acted showed me that he was obvious teasing me, thinking that I couldn’t get laid. That was just rude of him, I can easily get laid but I’m not like him. I don’t do one stands, I have to be drunk first at least to do it. Does he think that I’m the shy girl that he fucked up multiple times, that was too afraid to say anything about it? How fucking nice of him to think. 

"Bye~,” I said with no emotional and brushed past him earning a call from him but instead of turning around and wait for him, I slightly turning my head back flashing him a smile. 

A couple of hours later, I was still avoiding him. Once in awhile, he would try to get my attention by going up with a random girl closer towards me, hoping that I would get jealous by it. Lia was nowhere to be seen, I guess she’s the one getting laid tonight after all I’m her wingwoman. My eyes were wandering around the party when I spotted something that caught my attention or in fact, I caught someone staring at me. He somehow looked familiar but I couldn’t put the words together, there was just something familiar with him or was that just me being paranoid. I was about to stand up and walk over to the guy but got pushed back down onto the chair, looking up seeing his face. He was slowly shaking his head, as he was doing that he was making sure that I wouldn’t stand up again by holding onto my shoulder. 

“Why do you want to go talk to him and not me? Fun, now you’re looking at my friends. I don’t understand why you’re giving me a cold shoulder, and don’t you dare tell me that I have to think harder. You disappeared for three years, I tried to ask your-” I cut him off. 

“How dare you ask my parents, great it’s just great. Don’t you understand that I hate you, you fucking used me like I was a toy! Just go and fuck someone else because I don’t want anything from you” This was just great, he’s acting all innocent when he’s the reason for the pain I have been feeling for years. I harshly pushed him to the side rushing out of the house, hot tears were already trailing down my cheek. Regretting that I didn’t get drunk, knowing that I would just regret it tomorrow anyway but it would have felt great if I got drunk. Why did I have to be like this? because this is who I am.

The whole way home was me trying to get myself to stop crying, but it seemed useless. I didn’t want it to stop, my body needed to let it all out before getting home. No one needed to know that I met him again, not even Lia needed to know. I came to a dark alley not paying much attention to the dark, slightly sobbing could be heard making the night seem endless not knowing when it would stop. I almost died of shock when suddenly someone pushed me into the stone wall, making my teeth grit together of the pain. My head was still hanging low not really caring if I got raped by a guy on the street because I’m already in so much pain. Maybe it would be a nice fuck with a good looking guy, something I would probably regret like I regret getting to know Jeon Jungkook, regretting that I let him fuck me up. 

“I thought you loved me, baby girl. Why have you become so cold hearted all of a sudden?” he started to kiss my neck leaving wet kisses, holding onto my waist tightly. I wanted to push him away, but my body wasn’t collaborating with my brain. “This isn’t the Y/N, I used to know" 

"Then you surely don’t know me well” I finally pushed him off me, it all sounded harsh but it was true. He doesn’t know me that well, he doesn’t care about me anymore. He ditched me because he was too ‘cool’ for me, leaving me to become a monster and now he’s thinking that I came back for him. Used me for his pleasure whenever he needed it, I won’t let that happen again. How stupid can someone be? He’s stupid enough to think, that I’m crawling back to him. “I have changed something you haven’t" 

When I was about to go away, he harshly pushed me back on the wall making me hiss. He has become even stronger over the years, his face showed that he was irritated and angry. "You truly have learned how to make someone angry, but it suits you” with that he pressed his lips onto mine, my eyes grow bigger while his eyes were closed. 

My hands were on his chest struggling to push him away from the kiss, I have to admit this was something I had missed but I had to remember all the things he had done to me. Making me feel like trash, forcing me to watch him fuck another girl because I didn’t obey him. Making me fall in love with him over and over again, so many times it started to hurt. This was a life I left behind but it looks like I’m going to get it back. The life I hated to live, always wanting things to change but it wouldn’t change. Why was he doing this to me? No one knows because this is his life, he’s used to doing this to girls, but why with me, though? 

He soon moved down to my neck sucking on it slightly earning some moans escape my lips, but I regret letting them out, covering my mouth with one hand so I wouldn’t make him satisfied. He was trying hard to make me feel miserable under his touch, he wanted me to beg for him. I didn’t want to beg for anything, I don’t even love him anymore. The hate for him was stronger than the love that I once felt for him. “I missed hearing them” he purred into my neck, his hand grabbed my hand that was covering my mouth holding onto it so I couldn’t use it. 

“I missed everything about you" 

anonymous asked:

Mc rubbing her face to her s/o (rfa+v) cuz its so soft thats why

i’m honestly confused whether you mean mc rubbing her face against her s/o, or them mc’s face, but i guessed you meant the first one so that’s what you’ll get  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


  • He thought you couldn’t get any cuter
  • Oh boy was he wrong
  • The first time you snuggled your face into his neck when he cuddled you, he tensed up (this innocent bby thought you were going to kiss it), but then just giggled because it tickled
  • He made sure to always wear cologne or at least shower regularely so you wouldn’t think he smelled bad


  • The first time you rubbed your nose against his cheek, he thought you were just teasing him by not kissing him
  • When he realized that it’s a thing you do, he started returning it
  • You know those eskimo kisses, when two people rub their noses against each other?
  • Expect a lot of those


  • This cuddlebug straight up giggled when you nuzzled her neck
  • “MC, it tickles!”
  • As she wasn’t a fan of PDA, she would actually prefer that you rubbed your nose against her as you hugged instead of kissing
  • She always smelled of coffee and pastries


  • You weren’t the most comfortable around other business men, so when he brought you with him to meetings you would usually cling to his arm at every chance you got 
  • Not so much that it would make him seem unprofessional, but you get it
  • Whenever you sensed that he was stressed about the deal he was making, you would rub your face against his upper arm (because he was so much taller than you) to reasure him that you were there
  • You were just like a kitten and that made him so happy


  • As he often was busy, he appreciated that you had a way of affection that didn’t easily escelate and distract him
  • Lowkey loved it when you hugged him from behind when he was working, kissed his head and just burried your face in his hair
  • If you rubbed your nose against his cheek while cuddling, he would often respond to your nuzzling by licking your cheek or something weird like that


  • This guy thought you were the most precious thing ever so prepare ofr cuddles
  • Even though it tickled when you nuzzled his neck/jawline, he would just chuckle and let you
  • Usually not a big fan of taking selfies, but you always looked so happy when you rubbed your face against him that he had to capture it
  • he deserves all the love


I just really had a surprise stealth bombing of OMG FEELINGS in this scene, because it’s so quiet and almost soft, the way her staff genuinely cares about her, not just as their leader, but as a person, as someone they love!  The way Satsuki has no problems showing that she’s exhausted or in pain around them, she has no problem showing softer emotions, the almost vulnerable look on her face when she turns to face them.

The way that smile at the end (when the old man says that once Satsuki’s made up her mind, she never backs down), it’s not really as much of a smirk as it looks like, it’s actually a smile.

The way Satsuki treats the people around her is what keeps me coming back to her character time and again.  She so powerful and fierce and willful and arrogant and commanding!  She’s hard and has a fist of iron!  But she’s never cruel, instead she assess people honestly, she has their loyalty and they have hers in return, she treats them well.  She’s always their leader, it’s never in question that she’s in command, but she doesn’t treat them poorly for it.

Satsuki is the kind of commander you want to follow into hell.  YOU HAVE MY VOTE FOR QUEEN OF THE WORLD 2k17, MY LADY.

Nothing Left To Lose

Post 408 speculation.

Bellamy’s arm was asleep.

That was the first thing he realized upon waking up— his arm was an uncomfortable combination of numb and prickly, and he shifted on his mattress to try and regain circulation, only for the source of the numbness to mumble sleepily.


She felt familiar and strange all at once.  He’d slept with her before, back when he was pretending not to give a damn about anything or anybody. He knew how she looked when she was exhausted and happy from a good fuck, how she looked when the sun rose and she’d blink against the light before burrowing back under the covers.  He recognized the scent of her hair and the fit of her body against his.  But it still felt wrong, somehow, like she was a complete stranger instead of someone he’d known for almost a year.  His stomach curdled, and not just because of the moonshine.

There was a hasty knock on his door and it swung open before he could do much more than lift his head.  “Raven wants us to go to the bunker straight away,” Clarke announced, but then her eyes widened as she took in the tableau before her.

Bree snorted and sat up, reaching for her clothes without bothering to hold up the sheet.  “Shoulda guessed,” she muttered.  Bellamy smoothed his hand up Bree’s spine and Clarke’s eyes flashed with something unreadable.  Bree pulled her shirt on and fluffed her hair out of the collar all while Clarke watched, arms crossed and nostrils flared.

The guilt sitting in Bellamy’s stomach bubbled into annoyance.

Bree finished dressing and Bellamy pulled his boxers on under the sheets before standing and walking her to the door.  Bree smiled brightly, unconcerned with the rapidly thickening tension in the room.  He liked that about her— no matter what, she didn’t let shit get her down.  She was light and free and unconcerned in a way Bellamy had never quite managed, not even with Gina.  “Jasper’s throwing another party; see you there?” she asked with a quirk of her eyebrow.  

Three feet away, Clarke snorted.

Bellamy pointedly ignored her.  “Maybe,” he said with a grin, and then leaned down to give her a kiss that lingered just a beat too long.  Bree tangled their fingers together before she walked away, her smirk full of promise.  

“You done?” Clarke snapped.

“You were the one who barged in unannounced,” he retorted.  Bellamy stepped into his pants and avoided eye contact.  The annoyance was boiling over into anger, and the clench of Clarke’s jaw told him he wasn’t alone in that feeling.

“Anyway, the bunker,” Clarke said with an air of getting back to business.

“What bunker?” he interrupted.

“The bunker Jaha and Kane found.”

“They found a bunker?”

Clarke’s brow creased with confusion.  “You didn’t know?  Kane radioed about it last night— we left Becca’s lab right away so we could check it out.”

“So what about nightblood?  That was a bust?”

“Of course it— you honestly don’t know?  My mom told Kane everything.  I thought he’d told you.”

Bellamy shrugged and decided not to bother finding his shirt just yet.  “I was busy.”

“Busy,” Clarke said, and her face tightened.  “You were busy.”

He made himself chuckle.  “You saw it for yourself,” he said and crossed his arms.  “So now we’re back to bunkers again, are we?  Great.  Let’s get right on that,” he finished sarcastically, because he was sick of this shit.  He was sick of saving the world, sick of carrying burdens that weren’t his, sick of the anger that got thrown his way whenever he let his guard down.  He was sick of having his sister hate him and he was sick of losing people.  He was sick of losing, period, and he couldn’t bring himself to pin his hopes on yet another plan that was doomed to fail.

He was done.

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” Clarke asked, and the confusion in her eyes made his stomach twist.

“Nothing,” he drawled.  “Just enjoying myself for once.”

“We don’t have the time for this,” Clarke spat.  “Raven wants to get going.”

“So go,” he said, because pushing her away would make all of this so much easier.

“You’re staying?” Clarke said, disbelief leaking into her tone.  “With her.”

“Maybe,” he said with a shrug.  Clarke made a disgusted noise and he paced towards her.  “And you know why?  Because Bree doesn’t ask shit of me, Clarke.  She doesn’t need me to save her, or the world, or anything else.  She just wants me to fuck her.  That’s it.  So yeah, I’m staying,” he growled.  He towered over her but Clarke just glared right back, stern and unflinching.

The last time they’d fought like this, Clarke had crumpled.  This time, she just looked annoyed.  “Then stay,” she said flatly, and turned on her heel.

He felt a surge of vicious triumph that deflated the second she slammed his door.  Bellamy sank back down onto his bed and rested his head in his hands, staring at his bare feet.  The music from Jasper’s party thumped faintly in the distance.  He just had to get up and go— they had only days left, after all.  He could find more moonshine, or Niylah’s tea.  He could find Bree and fuck her again, because that had been the truth— Bree never asked him for anything more than that.

But that isn’t what you want, a tiny voice in his head whispered.  It isn’t who you want, either.  That was pointless, though— he’d tried, and Clarke had shut him down before he even managed to find the words.  There wasn’t enough time left to fix things, with her or with O.  

Bellamy blinked back tears and his door opened slowly.  He recognized Clarke’s footsteps without looking up, and she crouched down in front of him and took his hands in hers, forcing him to look at her.  “Don’t give up yet,” she said, her blue eyes clear and reassuring.  “The bunker— this can work.  We can beat this, Bellamy.”

“And what if we can’t?” he asked, his voice cracking with the strain.  “What if it’s another dead end?”

“Then we find another way,” she said fiercely.  “I’m not giving up.  Not on this, and not on you.”

“You’re a sucker for lost causes, aren’t you?” he said ruefully.

Clarke smiled softly.  “You’re not lost,” she said, and he almost believed her.  He wanted to, at any rate.  Clarke dropped his hands and stood.  “Come on, Raven’s waiting,” she said, and Bellamy nodded.  He’d go with her because in the end, he didn’t have anything else to lose.

Just her.

That’s My Girl

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words: 978

This is just something I wanted to write based on “My Girl” by Dylan Scott.

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, send in an ask.
A/N2: “Our Girl” requested are still very much open.

Jensen’s Point Of View

           I walked down the stairs of the house and heard Y/N’s voice coming from the living room. I didn’t know what she was doing up so early. She rarely got out of bed before me; she liked to cuddle as long as possible.

           When I walked into the room, I saw her sitting on the couch, her legs under her as she talked on the phone. She hadn’t gotten her makeup on or her hair done yet. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

She looks so pretty with no makeup on

You should hear her talkin’ to her momma on phone 

           “We’re doing great, Mama,” Y/N said, her Texan draw coming out full force as she talked to her mom. I loved it, “Yeah. He’s still taking good care of me. He just walked down the stairs actually.”

           I grinned, leaning down to kiss her forehead, “Hi, Mom,” I said into her phone.

           “Mama says hi,” she said, “We have the day off today,” she told her mom, “Probably just relax. We don’t get to do that enough.”

           I walked into the kitchen to see what I could find for breakfast while Y/N ended the conversation with her mom.

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1| The Purge

Characters: Jungkook x reader| BTS| ft. Got7 Mark 

Summary: For one day, every year, killing is legal, and you’ll kill anyone as long as the price is right. He’ll kill anyone as long as his orders tell him so. Both of you are the top purgers in the business, but what happens if your name ends up on his kill list? What happens if you’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to kill Jeon Jungkook?

Warning: swearing & smut 

Word count: 2,468

A/N: This is the first chapter of ‘The Purge’! It is written in both your perspective and Jungkook’s! I hope you enjoy, and please let me know your thoughts! Let The Purge begin!!

Originally posted by shishikookie


Today was the day I’d waited for all year, I thought to myself as the hot water from my shower cleaned off all the sins I would commit before the night ended. I loved and hated this day—my job. For all that it was, it gave me a sense of purpose, and accomplishment, but it also reminded me of how far I’d fallen. To some, I looked like I was sitting on a golden thrown, but really, I was just a pawn in the grand scheme of things. I scoffed, a shower couldn’t do anything to wash away the person I’d become.

In that moment, I pressed my hand against the white tile of my shower wall as a shock of electricity rushed through my body. I immediately brought my eyes down to the pair of brown eyes that stared enticingly up at me. I smirked at her, not because I was enjoying looking at her on her knees, trying to give me the pleasure that I craved, but because I realized I was bored of her. I could have another girl just like her in less than five minutes if I really wanted to, but none of them would be able to satisfy the fire that burned inside of me. I found myself always trying to quench this insatiable thirst, but nothing came close to doing that, except for today; today was the day that brought me some semblance of satisfaction.

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Request: Requested by @neverabandonthejeep: One shot pls :) where some other guy at school is trying to hit on you and stiles gets really mad and picks a fight with them even though he knows he’s gonna lose thanks 😘.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader.

Warnings: Violence, language, and mentions of blood (not too graphic though).

Fandom: Teen Wolf.

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to post and forgive if it’s bad, I had a serious writer block till now. Also I changed the request a little bit, hope you don’t mind.

(Not my gif, credit to its owner).

The lacrosse team dressing room was packed. There were boys showering, others changing to head out of the school and others were talking about who knows what.

Stiles and Scott were discussing quietly some supernatural issues while gathering their things to finally go home. Everything was fine until Andrew Jones, one of the team Golden Boys and full-time jerk entered the room.

“Damn it, how can someone with just their presence bother everyone’s existence,” Stiles grunted at the sight of Andrew laughing with his gang of brainless friends. Scott turned his head a little to catch what his friend was observing.

“I don’t know why you hate him so much, I mean yeah, he’s a complete idiot but apart from that, he has never done something bad to you,” Stiles let out a fake chuckle to put on a serious face after. “You, my friend are too good to see that he is a complete asshole with a ridiculous personality, and don’t for-” Scott’s laugh interrupted his best friend rambling. To say the Stilinski boy didn’t like Andrew was an understatement, but this whole exposition of reasons just lead to one main argument: Jones had a thing for you, Stiles girlfriend.

“Are you sure, this has nothing to be with the fact that Andrew likes (Y/N)?”

“Maaaybeee, but after all he’s insufferable,” The two mates felt silent as they stared at the boy in question getting closer to them with his group of friends.

“Look what we have here, the athlete and his loser best friend,” Andrew commented earning a killer glare from Stiles and an eye roll from Scott.

“What do you want, Jones?” Stiles fumed, he honestly didn’t have time for this or anything that involved Andrew Jones.

“Nothing, really. Annoying you just gives me satisfaction,” Scott scoffed, this asshole was being beyond ridiculous and yes, he understood why his best friend hated him.

“Oh yeah? You know what causes me satisfaction? Not facing jerks like you who can’t even understand a proper phrase” And with that Stiles turned around to leave, followed by Scott.

“Alright Stilinski, leave but please say hi to (Y/N) for me and don’t forget to mention that I wish I could see that body of hers,” Oh no, that went way too far. Nobody made that kind of comments about you, not if he was there. His body shifted so now he could face the jerk in front of him.

“What did you say little fucker?” Stiles voice came out low and threatening and his eyes were blind by the anger. The smirk Andrew had just got bigger at this reaction.

“I said, that I wish to see your girl in all her magnificence,” That was it. Stiles curled his hands into fists and punched Andrew with a strength he didn’t even know he had. The boy fell from the force, and everyone looked at Stiles amazed; usually he would attack someone verbally, he never punched and kicked his way out of situations, but this time something really took him to the limit.

“Son of a bitch!” Andrew shouted; now the big bad guy was angry. This wasn’t going to end well. Rapidly recomposing himself from the blow, he pushed Stiles making him fall and started to punch him repeatedly. The blood was starting to drip from Stiles‘ nose and he was sure that his face would be dark purple in certain places.

“What the hell is happening here?” Someone gasped, all the boys in the room getting out of their daze to see a feminine figure standing shocked at the view of the other two guys wrestling on the floor.

“Scott! Do something!” You shouted, was he really watching his friend being beaten and doing nothing to stop it?

“Shit! Right,” The werewolf used his muscles to throw Andrew to the other side of the room, probably leaving him unconscious, and his group of friends flew off after witnessing Scott’s strength.

“My gosh, Stiles!” The boy tried to sit straight but his body was in pain, you rushed to his side and helped him. There were bruises starting to form in his beautiful skin and his nose was bleeding, that sure hurt.

“I’m fine (Y/N). It’s alright,” The comment didn’t make things better, this situation was not fine at all.

“No, it’s not alright you dumbass. What were you thinking? I mean look at you!” You stressed. He stared at your face that even with a frown of worry looked beautiful. By now, Scott was helping you to put him on his feet so you could go to the infirmary.

“(Y/N). Love. Calm down, please. It doesn’t hurt because it was for a good reason” Stiles half smiled at you, but hell, you were angry at him for getting himself in this situations.

“And what was that good reason?” You asked, scanning his features.

“I was defending you. He was saying bad things about you. And I-” He was interrupted by the feeling of your hand on his sore cheek.

“Look Stilinski, I love that you wanted to stand up for me, but a bump fight isn’t the solution,” And it was true, you’d rather being called things that watching him get severely hurt.

“She’s right man” Scott agreed with you. Stiles smiled lightly, knowing you cared deeply about him.

“Okay, Okay. Now, you two fools take me to the infirmary. This hurts like hell” You and his werewolf friend laughed at his sass.

“Alright, princess” You responded jokingly.

Imagine: Natasha having a crush on you

Originally posted by theagifs

     Every time you walk into the room it seems as if time slows down. Whenever you walk towards Natasha, to her, it seems as if you’re walking in slow motion, hips swaying back and forth, your hair flawlessly flowing in the wind… god was she in love with you. Honestly Nat was, to put it like the teenagers would, so “shook.” She has never been this smitten with someone, the stone cold assassin has always taught herself to be distanced, she could never let someone she loved get hurt. Seeing how absolutely badass you were made her change her mind, you didn’t need protecting however she did whenever she was around you.

     Back to reality, you were waving your hand in front of her face to get her attention.

     “Earth to Nat?”

     She shakes herself out of her mind, “Uh yea w-whats up?”

     You laugh and point to the cloth next to her. Making the connection Natasha nodded as handed it to you. She watched as with a detailed eye, you clean your guns. In Nat’s peripheral she could see the rest of the avengers watching this exchange. She turned her head and silenced any potential laughter with a death glare. She got up, brushed her hands off on her pants and walked over to the super group.

     “Gosh, Nat.. you’re obviously crushing so hard, it’s almost as if you’re a teenager again.” Clint patted the Black Widow’s back.

     “You’re a trained and might I add, highly deadly assassin, why don’t you just go talk to her?”

     Natasha glared at Tony and he backed away with his hands raised in surrender. She walked away from them and went to the training room that was thankfully empty. The only thing she could think to do to get out her anger was to punch something, so she did. The assassin in was so immersed in what she was doing that she didn’t notice you come into the room in your tight black shorts and crop top.

     “Nat?” you tried to yell over the sound of angsty punching.

    “Oh.. OH, Hey [y/n],” she stopped punching and tried to look you in the eye.

     “You alright?”

      “Yea, yea.. I’m good, great even.” She kept on repeating things as to reassure herself.

     “Ok…. did you wanna train together? Finally try to beat me?” you teased.

     “of course, just you wait..”

     You were the only one that could beat the Black Widow in a sparring match. If Nat had her head clear she could probably beat you but holding her in choke hold with your legs wasn’t the best for her mental health.. if ya know what I mean.

     “Steve, get in here so you can be the referee!”

     Walking in Steve was smirking, he was so glad he would finally get to witness this train wreck. He stepped into the ring.

     “Alright ladies, I want a clean fight,” He sends a wink over to Nat and steps out, signaling for the start of the match.

      You sent the first punch. Natasha barely dodged it because she realized how beautiful you were, even if you were trying to beat her up.

      Before she knew it she was on the ground under your smirking face.

      “And the win goes to [Y/N]” Steve said.

     Still sitting on Natasha you said “I think that was our quickest match yet, huh  Steve?” He looks at the timing feature on his knew technologically advanced watch, thanks to Tony.

      “Yup,” he smiled at you.

     “This was so much fun, thanks Nat,” you look down at her with what seemed like the brightest most purest grin on the planet.

     “Anytime [Y/N], Anytime.” Natasha put her head back on the ground as you got off of her. Oh Boy was Black Widow head over heels in love.


|| The New Girl ||

{summary: “the other students call Peter ‘Penis’ Parker.”}

this whole story was inspired by a snippet in an ign article that i screencapped and posted yesterday x))))) it was the best prompt for me and i just had to write something short and sweet for it!

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