hot guys who could get it

James Potter is the guy who was kind of a dick when he got to high school but cleaned up his act by junior year and went on to become a human rights lawyer with the ACLU because he knew he could make more of a difference fighting for what’s right instead of getting into schoolyard brawls

Severus Snape is the guy who thinks that just because you’ve been friends for years you’ll eventually have sex with him and then after you drop him like a hot potato because hes been spending too much time on 4chan and reddit and started hanging out with guys who make racist and sexist remarks and then say “it’s just a joke!!” only for him to call you a slur in front of the whole school he joins a white supremacist group with his new buds and starts harassing women and minorities online and then in public and then is arrested for planning to shoot up a women’s college only to get off because he’s a white guy and now he teaches at your old high school

  • Male Writer: Ah, anniversary jokes are so funny. Because chicks always hate it when you don't remember anniversaries! A plus gold very original
  • Male Writer: Mother in laws amirite?
  • Male Writer: My male character who is an author insert of myself pines after a woman I used to pine after in high school. Then they have sex. This is good literature.
  • Male Writer: Ugh female books are so romance filled
  • Male Writer: And girl fanfics, so mary suey
  • Male Writer: Now listen about this original middle aged man who is an expert in everything, suffers from ennui, looks like me, acts like me, and gets all the girls i want.
  • Male Writer: She was sexy in an alluring, boring way, filled with purple prose and riddled with objectification
  • Male Writer: If i make a female character parrot my misogynistic views, they cease to be misogynistic! Are you saying you don't respect my fake female characters opinions, feminists?
  • Male Writer: a good action girl is one who looks hot at all times
  • Male Writer: If the female main character got in an asskicking line, my work is Feminist with a capital F and no one can criticize me
  • Specifically White Male Writer: Heroic tropes are so overdone. I'm going to create a boring white guy with stubble to be a completely original antihero no one has ever seen before TM.
  • Same Guy: It's original because he is a jerk who gets away with bad behavior, just like I wish i could.
  • Another Specifically White Male Writer: It's in my universe to only have white men do things in my book. I mean, don't you care about historical accuracy
  • Same Guy: I mean, it's a generic fantasy verse with no real life time period equivalent and i haven't done any research, but i'm SURE that it's historically accurate. To that dark mideval dragon fighting europe period
  • Same Guy: Where in Europe? Who cares!
  • Male Writer: There is no better way to introduce a female character to a male character than by him saving her.
  • Male Writer: Characters hating each other is good sexual tension!
  • Male Writer: One female character and five male characters is a good team balance
  • Male Writer: If my female character chooses to act in a sexist tropey way, it's not sexist. In fact, because she CHOSE to do it, it is Feminist.
  • Male Writer: I am original
Let Me Help

Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

(Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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After I graduated high school, I spent six months in the shadow of the Argentine mountains, living amongst the locals. I was what they called a “summit hyper.” Essentially, my job involved walking around to all the hot tourist spots and talking about how nobody could climb the mountains, that is, no one who wasn’t extremely brave. Supposedly this was so they would hire a guide and the local villages would get a portion of the money. So, this works about 25% of the time; these guys end up trying to go climb Mt. South America and all just to prove their manhood or something.

Well, one time I was in the plaza doing my speech when this guy in the back of the crowd stands up and asks me if I’ve ever even been to the top of the mountains. I was taken aback. I didn’t really know where this was coming from. Here he was, trying to assault my manhood, my self-respect. Who was he, you know?  Who was he to try to come at me like that.

They still had duels in Argentina. Yes, like the ones from 18th century America. Each person gets a pistol and does the step thing and turns and fires and honor and all that. So I challenge the guy to a duel.  He says “Where?”  I say “Top of that mountain!” all dramatic like and point to the top of the tallest peak of the area. He of course accepts.

We depart the next day. It’s just me and him and our pistols on our journey up. 13,000 feet and no safety harnesses or anything.  This was at the start of winter, too, so it was a real challenge. We help each other out, though, pointing out pitfalls and sharing a fire at the end of a hard day’s climb.

His name was Hernando and he was my best friend until I won the duel.

Fun comp het things

“Um I’m definitely not gay I’m looking at that other girl’s boobs because I want my boobs to look like that haha”

“I’m not gay I love guys!! Just because I’ve never met a guy in real life that I have ever wanted to come into physical contact with ever doesn’t mean I’m not A MegaHet!!! I love Chris Evans”

“I’m just not in a position in my life where I want to date any guys right now… nor have I ever been in a position where I want to date guys but I’m Straight I Promise”

“Thinking about having sex with other girls? That’s just things all straight girls do haha… Because I’m thinking about stuff that guys would find hot, obviously”

“Theoretically I could see myself with a faceless and featureless man who has no discernible human characteristics in the future! Haha my dream man, you ask? Uh, we’ll he’s got hair, a face, eyes probably…”

“No I Don’t Only Get Crushes On Unattainable Guys Who Will Never Like Me Back Cara Shut Your Mouth”

“Girls are just prettier than boys, you know? Because like, girls can wear makeup and stuff. Even though girls without makeup are still prettier than boys. This Is Heterosexual And Science Trust Me”

“Um haha yeah I like him but I don’t want to be around him or talk to him or touch him ever haha what do you mean that IS normal haha”

“Listen,, me having 18 girl crushes is Normal and Heterosexual who doesn’t wanna fuck Kristen Stewart”

“Um straight girls can also like Hayley Kiyoko”

“I don’t really think I wanna get married because I don’t want to be tied down?? I definitely wanna live with my lady best friend when I’m older though we can have sleepovers every night and cook together and cuddle while we watch movies haha she’s the best and I love her and never want to be without her ever. But ew I definitely don’t want to get married I’m scared of commitment haha”

||Strip Club|| The Pack Imagine

{Requested: No}

I wrote this while listening to a song called, “ I Luv This Shit” by August Alsina so if you’d like, you can listen to that while reading this.


(Reader’s P.O.V)

“(Y/N) this is the fifth pack meeting you miss.“Scott muttered, clearly upset.
“I know Scott, things just haven’t been easy lately."I said into my phone.
”(Y/N), if you need us or our help just tell us and we’ll be on our way-“
"No! I mean, no, I can take care of it. Sorry for missing the pack meeting again Scott, I’m truly sorry."I apologized as I parked my car in an almost full parking lot.
"It’s fine, hope things go better (Y/N)."Scott mumbled before hanging up.
I sighed before shoving my phone into my purse. I hopped out of my car and raced into back of the building where all the employees entered. I was greeted by a lot of kind smiles and waves. I immediately made a beeline for my dressing room and sat on my chair. Looking at the lit up mirror in front of me I sighed. Since my makeup had already been done, I only had to put a wig on and a red masquerade mask. I stripped myself off my comfortable clothes and put my red strapped bra that looked almost like a harness for my boobs. I then put on my red strapped thong before putting on my black sheer robe.
"Sorry Scott."I muttered as I put my red fishnet stockings and red high heels.
I really wished I could be with the pack instead of here.
(Liam’s P.O.V)
"I for one think we should leave her alone, I trust (Y/N)."Lydia spoke up.
"Lydia everyone trusted Theo and he tried to tear the pack apart-”
“I’m right here Stiles."Theo reminded him.
"I can see that Theo, I’m not blind."Stiles answered, rolling his eyes.
"You didn’t trust Theo but you do trust (Y/N)."Malia reminded him.
"Okay but I trust her but I don’t believe that she’s dealing with something that makes her miss like five pack meetings."Stiles explained.
"Well I believe (Y/N), she’s never given me a reason not to."I spoke up.
"Of course you do Liam, you have a crush on her-”
“So does Theo-”
“Do not."Theo growled, glaring at me.
"So does Scott."I blurted out.
"Liam do you just assume everyone has a crush on her because you do?"Scott asked me.
"You said she was gorgeous-”
“Okay she’s extremely good looking but that doesn’t mean I like her-”
“Scott of course you like her, everyone in this room does. I bet Malia even likes her!"Stiles yelled.
"Yeah I like (Y/N), she’s cool."Malia shrugged.
"I don’t think she likes her the way we do-”
“You mean you do."Theo argued.
"Okay guys can we stop arguing over this? We get it, (Y/N)’s hot but is she telling us the truth?"Stiles said.
"I say we find out where she is when she’s not at our pack meetings."Stiles suggested.
"I think it’s a good plan."Malia mumbled.
"Guys, (Y/N) said she could handle it."Lydia objected.
I pulled out my phone and went on Snapchat, surely I could find her with the new snap map feature.
"I’m down, this pack meeting is boring."Theo spoke up.
"Who invited you again?"Stiles asked, making Theo shoot him a glare.
"She’s at a strip club."I blurted out loud.
"What, how do you know?"Stiles asked.
"Snapchat, the new snap map feature shows that she’s at a strip club."I answered.
"She said she was dealing with something?"Scott muttered, confused.
"Obviously she’s dealing with some hormonal issues, she’s probably at the male strip club-”
“Actually it’s a stripper with female performers."I said, watching the snapchats from people at the strip club.
"To the jeep!"Stiles yelled.
We all groaned before entering Stiles jeep, everyone but Lydia. She insisted on leaving (Y/N) alone because she believed (Y/N) a good reason to be at a strip club. Stiles scoffed and told her that she was blinded by love for her friend. Stiles raced to the strip club and I wasn’t even sure if it was because he wanted to prove himself right or see strippers. We parked near the strip club and walked over to the front entrance.
"I.D please."The two security guards said as we tried entering.
"Oh yeah… dammit I think I might have left mine in my jacket at home."Stiles muttered, patting his pants.
"Huh, nice try kid-”
“Oh for gods sake."Malia muttered before her and Theo quickly knocked out the bodyguards.
"Now lets go in."Malia said as she walked in.
We all followed after her, the building was full of intoxicated men. The music was blasting through the huge stereo system while the dimly lit stage was empty.
"Now to find (Y/N)!"Stiles yelled over the blaring music.
"Malia, you go to-Malia?"Stiles asked as we realized she had disappeared into the crowd.
We all looked around until we spotted her at the bar where she was already drinking.
"Lia, I thought we went over this! We can’t get drunk!"Scott yelled as he pushed past the crowd to get to Malia.
"Okay since they’re gone, we’ll-Theo?"Stiles asked as Theo looked at one stripper who was walking in his direction.
"No, no, no. We’re here to find (Y/N), not get distracted."Stiles spat, pulling Theo closer to us.
"Even if the girls here are gorgeous…"Stiles whispered, gazing at another stripper who passed by.
"Stiles!"I yelled, snapping him out of his trance.
"Remember (Y/N), you know the only reason why we’re here?"I asked.
"Right, (Y/N)."Stiles mumbled.
Suddenly the lights on the stage started to shine brightly as they moved to the center of the stage. A girl with a black sheer robe, red stockings, red high heels, and a red masquerade mask walked out. She seductively removed her robe which made everyone in the room whistle at her. The girl swayed her hips to the beat of the music so perfectly I felt myself harden. No Liam, you can’t get hard over a random girl. I looked at Stiles and Theo who were watching her hungrily. She made her way to the pole and started grinding on the pole. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a guy in the back corner jacking off in the dark. I gagged at the guy before looking back at the girl. She climbed up the pole and wrapped her legs around the top of the pole as soon as she got there. She let go of the pole with her hands and let her head and body hang. The guys in the front row were throwing a bunch of money when suddenly I spotted Malia sneakingly grabbing the bills as Scott stared up at the girl on stage. Malia grinned as the girl slid slowly down the pole, making her throw a few of the bills at the girl. Malia was also enjoying the show. The girl arched her back against the pole before sliding down on it again. She grabbed the pole with one hand as she took a step in the other direction before she began to spin on the pole. I looked over to see Stiles already throwing dollar bills at the girl.
"So much for finding (Y/N).’‘I muttered.
I turned to find Theo but instead found him near Stiles also throwing dollar bills, most likely being Stiles money. The girl’s mouth fell open as she looked at Stiles and Theo. She seemed tense for a few seconds as she looked through the crowd, she found Scott and Malia and finally her eyes landed on me. She seemed to be extremely tense now. I gave her a thumbs up, hoping it would make her less tense. I didn’t know why she was tense in the first place but I didn’t mind. She smiled at me before continuing to dance. She started twerking in front of Scott, making Scott and Malia throw bills at her. Malia was screaming with delight, clearly enjoying herself. She looked over at Stiles who seemed upset since he had thrown all his money, not thinking clearly. She smirked before walking over to him. She held out her hand to him, making Stiles’ eyes widen. She pulled him up and dragged him to a chair that had a rope dangling above the chair. She spread Stiles legs apart and sat down on him, grinding onto him as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass. Stiles face was filled with pure bliss. The crowd was crazy now. The girl proceeded to give him a lap dance which made a huge bulge appear in Stiles pants. I looked down at mine and instantly covered it. As soon as she finished with Stiles lap dance, she pulled on the rope which dropped water onto them. She grabbed his face and gave him a rough kiss as Stiles squeezed her ass. She guided Stiles back to the crowd before she proceeded to dance seductively. She dropped to her knees and flipped her hair side to side before leaning back, giving the crowd a breathtaking view of her red thong. She leaned back up and slid to over so we could now she her side. She proceeded to grind on the floor before letting her hands roam her body. She stopped after a few seconds and reached behind her back. Suddenly her bra was loose, everyone screamed and whistled, making her smirk. She stood back up, slowly starting to take it off when the lights shut off out of nowhere.
"Give it up for Rose!"I heard someone yell.
A roar of clapping and whistling made me cover my sensitive ears. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Rose walk through the crowd when suddenly Theo called her over. I never noticed when Theo had decided to the coach right next to me. Rose smiled and walked over to him.
"How much for a lap dance?"He asked as he grabbed his wallet.
"20 dollars handsome."She answered, running her hands down his biceps.
Theo grinned up at her, handing her a 20 dollar bill. She winked at him before taking the money from him and stuffing it in her bra. She straddled his lap and began grinding on him. She leaned towards him, his face in her breast as she softly bit his ear. She began to leave a trail of soft wet kisses on his neck all the way down to his chest. Theo let a moan leave his lips as she grinded rougher into him. Theo was surprised when she pressed her lips against his, but he quickly kissed back. I could see their tongues going into each other’s mouths.
"I don’t think this is a lap dance kitten."Theo whispered as they pulled apart.
"Well sorry I couldn’t help myself, you’re insanely good looking."She whispered, making Theo smirk.
"So you want the lap dance instead of this?"She asked.
"No, no, I think I like this better."Theo answered, his hands finding her ass.
She grinned down at him before she continued. I swear I was throbbing now.
"Any sign of (Y/N)?"Stiles asked as he walked over to me.
"No not yet- Jesus Stiles cover your bulge."I muttered.
"Why don’t you cover yours!"Stiles yelled, making me cover mine.
Stiles and I looked around but couldn’t seem to find her. After what seemed like an eternity, we went back tot he pack. We found Rose sitting on Scott’s lap as Scott kissed her neck.
"I thought strippers weren’t allowed to be touched?"Scott asked Rose.
"We only let a few people if we want them to touch us."She answered.
Scott smirked before his hand found cupped one of her boobs. They started to make out roughly which made me feel slightly jealous.
"Liam you have to get a lap dance, she gave me and Scott one and it was amazing!"Malia yelled, grinning widely.
"Uh I didn’t bring money-”
“Here!"Malia said, shoving a 20 dollar bill in my face.
"I’ve got a lot of money now, people kept throwing it at the stage so I figured I’d keep it if they didn’t want it."Malia explained.
I shook my head, laughing at her. I watched as Rose pulled away from Scott, both breathing heavily.
"God you’re so hot."Scott growled.
"Uh Rose,could I um…. could I-”
“Rose give this boy the ride of his life!"Malia yelled as she pulled her off of Scott and sat her onto of me.
"Well aren’t you a snack."She whispered as she admired me.
"Your voice sounds so familiar."I said, making her eyes widen.
"I get that a lot."She muttered.
She ran her hands down my chest and started to leave a hickey on my neck. I tensed up, hoping she wouldn’t realize how quickly my neck would heal. She grabbed my hands and made me squeeze her ass.
"What do you want baby?"She asked.
I was about to answer but instead I smashed my lips against hers. She started to grind on me as she kissed back. I moaned into the steamy kiss.
"God Liam…"She whispered when we pulled apart.
The way my name left her red rosy lips, my eyes widened. I quickly removed her masquerade mask off.
”(Y/N)?“I asked in disbelief.
"Hi Liam…"She mumbled, grinning shyly.
Scott, Stiles, Malia, and Theo’s jaws dropped.
”(Y/N)?“They asked.
"Hi guys…"She whispered, turning to face them.
I wrapped my arms around her which made her heartbeat slow down.
"That’s why we couldn’t find you!"Stiles yelled.
"You tried finding me?”(Y/N) asked.
“Stiles wanted to prove he was right that you might be lying to us which I think he might be right about."Theo answered, staring at (Y/N) with lust filled eyes.
I looked at everyone and noticed their eyes were filled with lust too.
"I didn’t think you were dealing with something so bad that it would make you miss pack meetings-”
“Actually my parents got fired and can’t seem to find any jobs right now. I got this job so I can help them pay bills and rent."She spoke up.
"So you were wrong Stiles."I said, making Stiles glare at me.
"That’s why I’ve been spending almost every night here.”(Y/N) stated.
“Also Liam, move your phone-”(Y/N) started to say but stopped as she realized I had my phone in my hands.
“Oh."She whispered.
"When’s your shift over?’'Scott asked.
"Uh 11:30-”
“It’s 12:32."I said.
"Well I’m off now."She shrugged.
"Well there’s still a pack meeting you need to come to."Stiles spoke up.
"I guess we better get going.”(Y/N) said getting up from my lap.
After a few minutes, (Y/N) walked back to us. She was now in clothes most girls would use to run.
“Alright let’s go.”
(Y/N)’s P.O.V)
“Wow my mom’s still not home."Scott muttered as we walked into his house.
Our eyes landed on Lydia who was watching a movie.
"Oh hey (Y/N)."She greeted, smiling.
I greeted her back and threw myself at the couch. Liam and Theo raced to the couch, both sitting next to me.
"So did you figure out why she was not at our pack meetings?"Lydia asked.
"Oh yeah, yeah, she’s dealing with money issues."Stiles mumbled, trying not to give my secret away.
”(Y/N)’s a stripper.“Malia blurted out, plopping down next to Lydia.
Lydia’s eyes widened as she turned to me.
"Are you the strippers who sleep with clients?"Lydia asked.
"No, I’m a stripper not a prostitute-”
“Then why do you have hickeys on your neck?"She asked.
We all turned to look at Scott who looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Hey mom!"Scott yelled nervously as the door opened.
"Hey- Jesus Christ (Y/N) what the hell happened to your neck?"Melissa asked, bewildered.
"Uhhh-”
“(Y/N)’s a stripper!"Malia yelled, munching on popcorn.
"Oh and Scott was so close to having sex with her but she’s a stripper so she can’t-”
“Lia!"Scott shrieked, covering her mouth.
"You know what, I had a long day at work and I really don’t want to deal with whatever is going on right now so just please keep it down."Melissa muttered as walked past us.
We all looked at each other awkwardly before Malia had enough of the silence.
”(Y/N)’s a stripper named Rose!“Malia yelled, happily.
"Malia!"We all yelled at her.
"I said keep it down!"Melissa screamed.
"Malia that’s something you can’t tell the whole world about-”
“What’s wrong with being a stripper?"Malia asked.
"Nothing it’s just-”
“Malia just be quiet so we don’t make Melissa kick us out."Lydia snapped.
Suddenly the tv started blaring a loud screeching noise.
"That’s it!"Melissa screamed.
Scott jumped of his feet and yelled for us to run.
"Why?"Liam asked as I held onto him.
"That’s why!"Scot yelled as he pointed at Melissa.
Melissa appeared at the bottom of the stairs with a steel metal bat.
"Save the stripper!"Malia yelled as she picked me up and ran with me outside.- Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, I hope you enjoyed it! Have a wonderful day/night!

FIRST DATE || Park Chanyeol

Content: 7k graphic smut of chanyeol x reader

Note: This was inspired from watching Chanyeol as a guest on Dating Alone (it was very cringeeey, but this isn’t^^)

The music major kid was a date you would die for…


You opened your phone to see the seventh text with the same meaning from your friend. The wording was always different but the message was always the same. Your friend was going to attend a blind date that was organized with some of the girls around your campus. One of your upper class man knew someone from another college a few kilometers away from your campus so she organized this date with ten girls from your place and another ten boys from that other college. Your friend had been asking you to come along because, well, to be quite blunt, she knew you haven’t met any guy for the past year and she pitied you so much so she insisted to take you on this date.

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-he’s the most protective teddy bear ever

-being one of the only people who can get a rare smile out of him

-he gets so embarrassed by his love for you though

-like he’s supposed to be this tough guy and then he’s a puppy when you’re around

-lingering touches because every touch could be your last

-everyone getting adorable-overload when they see you together

-sharing a tent/room

-him being a human heater, seriously that boy is hot

-his hands are huge also so when he cups your face for kisses its amazing, or when his hands are on your hips, or just any time because hands

-hugs where he never wants to let go

-he’d never want you you go on dangerous missions though, unless he was there to make sure nothing happened

-he would not trust your safety to anyone other than himself

-sometimes he’d get you flowers from a nearby field

-or just any present he could manage

-he’d be a hand holder

-the happiest anyone ever sees him is when he’s with you

-private conversations in deserted corridors

-stolen kisses before missions

-yeah he’d be a face grabber for kisses

-sometimes you two have a day where you just lay in bed and try to forget everything else

-being good friends with Octavia

-Bellamy adoring you for being good friends with Octavia

-she’d constantly be bugging him about asking you to marry him

-he’d find little treasures, maybe a ring, and he’d ask you

-he’d always find cute dates for the two of you (because nothing but the best for his queen)

-him reading late at night while you sleep on his chest

-finding books for him because you know how much he loves to read

-him telling you stories about history

-reading in that voice of his to you while you try to fall asleep, his voice being the last thing you hear until you sleep

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lockedinmybody  asked:

daliaaaaa could you tell me your fave sterek fics please?? :)

How could you ask me this? Do you have any idea how many sterek fics I’ve read over the years? How many I’ve loved?

This is a short list of the very few I could think of off the top of my head. I think I’ll probably make a recs page, because I’ve been meaning to for a long time. I have a recs tag, but that includes different pairings as well.


Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!”
Derek raised an eyebrow at him.
“That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress.
Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.”

(Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

The Price

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

Around The Bend

The first time Derek catches sight of the new yoga instructor, Stiles is in the middle of showing a class how to do downward-facing dog. Derek walks into a wall.

Things don’t exactly improve from there.

Derek can’t stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family’s gym. Stiles thinks Derek’s a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.

can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful

“Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.”

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.)

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anonymous asked:

So i just bottomed for my second time and gave head for the first time to a 23 y-o marine, but im 17 and he rawed me

omg there are many things i have to say.. first, what’s the age of consent to have sex where you live?? cause like i lost my virginity at 16 and 16 is the legal age in the UK to have sex with an adult so that’s one.. so like??!?!

and second, i cant congratulate you cause do you know his status???! like did you just let him raw you???! im screaming.. thats not sensible dude.. like if you think you could trust him then okay.. but if you’re worried about his status and you’re at high risk then please go to the emergency room and get some PEP if you’re not sure.. aah damn, please play safe. like i know getting fucked raw is hot (and i admit it really is) but you have to play responsibly.. 

and if you’re not educated about sex, pleaseee google about gay sex education.. here’s a good link https://www.advocate.com/youth/2015/11/17/gay-sex-ed-guide-fun-and-worry-free-anal-sex

aah i’m worried for you! dont do that again! dont have unprotected sex with random strangers.. your health is important

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Originally posted by coupleaims

It was an accident.

He’s my best friend.

He’ll never love me.

That’s what you told yourself whenever you thought about him. It was cliche, falling in love with your best friend. Those happy endings where they end up together only happens in movies. You had yet to meet someone who lived happily ever after with their best friend.

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NEW DIRECTION

How Louis Tomlinson survived the break-up of the world’s biggest boy band and became his own man

The Observer Magazine 25 Jun 2017

Photographs ALEX BRAMALL Fashion editor HELEN SEAMONS

Coming out of a dissolving boy band must be a bit like being an entrant in one of those dystopian jungle fights –a Hunger Games- style event in which bandmates are scattered across an unknown terrain and challenged to slog their lonely route back to fame. Justin Timberlake, after NSync, enjoyed the unsporting edge of natural talent and crushed his former colleagues. Robbie Williams looked supreme in the Take That scrimmage, at least until Gary Barlow circled back, gathered up the other three, and made the fight a more compelling four- on- one. By the time One Direction announced they were to go on indefinite hiatus in 2015, many of us were familiar enough with the conventions of boy-band bloodsport to start picking favourites for the coming melee.

Harry Styles – charming, a grinner – was best placed to succeed on his own. Big-lunged Zayn Malik was already out of the band by that time and had used his head start to good effect, preparing a solo album that went to No 1. Liam Payne and Niall Horan – always second-tier members – were given middling chances. And ranked last in any serious analysis, the most fitfully appreciated member of One Direction, was Louis Tomlinson. Here was a combatant you might expect to find curled up in a fox hole on the battlefield, pale and chain-smoking.

It is in roughly this position I find the 25-yearold, one afternoon earlier this summer. Slender, tracksuited, a little wan under his manicured facial hair, Tomlinson sits on a garden bench outside the photographer’s studio and rewards himself with an entire pack of cigarettes. “I know, I know,” he says of the smoking. “It’s not great. But there’s so much hurry-up-and-wait in this job. It helps me get ready to go again.”

I’ve often wondered why the fringe members of boy bands do this to themselves. Why they gather themselves to “go again”. As Tomlinson acknowledges, in One Direction he was seen by some as “forgettable, to a certain degree”. “The others have always been… Like Niall, for example. He’s the most lovely guy in the world. Happy-go-lucky Irish, no sense of arrogance. And he’s fearless. There are times I’ve thought: ‘I’d have a bit of that.’ Zayn, back in the day. He could relate to me on a nerves level. In the first year we were both the least confident. But Zayn has a fantastic voice and for him it was always about owning that. Liam always had a good stage presence, same as Harry, they’ve both got that ownership. Harry comes across very cool. Liam’s all about getting the crowd going, doing a bit of dancing…” And then there’s you. “And then there’s me.” Tracks from Tomlinson’s solo record have been playing inside the studio. They’re modest, rather lovely pop songs that in their quiet way seem to acknowledge his underdog status. Tomlinson lights another cig. “You know I didn’t sing a single solo on the X Factor,” he says, recalling the time back in 2010, when One Direction were first put together as a band on the ITV reality show. “A lot of people can take the piss out of that. But when you actually think about how that feels, standing on stage every single week, thinking: ‘What have I really done to contribute here? Sing a lower harmony that you can’t really hear in the mix?” He guesses, smiling wryly, that in those months he was best known as “The kid wearing espadrilles, stood in’t back.”

Not the best singer, not the high-energy guy, not the dude, Tomlinson discovered he was the one in the band who was most tuned into backstage logistics – the one who paid attention when “the 20th approval form” was passed around for a signature. “And if there was any bad news that needed giving to the label I’d always be designated to have the argument.” Later this would lead to Tomlinson founding a small record label of his own, Triple String, and to starting a side project managing a girl band. In his day job with One Direction, meanwhile, he toured the world, released five albums and amassed a large, equal-parts fortune like the rest of the boys. Somewhere en route, Tomlinson says, he found his feet as a performer. “In the last year of One Direction I was probably the most confident I ever was. And then it was: ‘OK, hiatus!’”

Tomlinson argued against it, he says, when the band first sat down to discuss separation. “It wasn’t necessarily a nice conversation. I could see where it was going.” Tomlinson remembers his instinctive assumption being simple. He would step away – try writing for other people, keep his label going, wait the “two years, five years, whatever it be” until One Direction reformed. “If you’d asked me a year or 18 months ago: ‘Are you going to do anything as a solo artist?’ I’d have said absolutely not.”

What changed? If the management stuff made you happy, I say, why not sit back and focus on that? “But then I’d be conceding,” he says. Conceding to who? To what? He waves his hand in the air. He could mean anything:

Niall is the most lovely guy, Zayn has the voice, Harry is very cool, Liam gets the crowd going… And then there’s me

I honestly think they’ll write books about One Direction fans. They are so fanatical. The intensity. It’s remarkable

history, bandmates, doubters, the press. Tomlinson is quiet for a while and eventually says: “I’m trying to work out why it is that I’m [doing this], now that you’ve asked that question.” He fidgets and trials a few answers that run out of steam. “It’s frustrating, because I know what I want to say and I can’t articulate it.” He pats for his lighter. The odds are against this tilt, Tomlinson seems to understand. But as we start to talk through his reasons for at least trying, I find myself hoping that this Last Directioner makes an unlikely go of it after all.

pop industry has an ineREASON ONE . TH E luctable momentum, and the star who begins something ( like a skier inching off a hilltop) can quickly find themselves bound to ride out whatever thrills and trials comes next. Tomlinson gives the example of how he first became famous. Born in Doncaster in 1991 he was raised by his mother, Johannah Deakin, and later also by her new partner Mark Tomlinson. He was 16 when he went to his first X

Factor audition. Prompt rebuff. A year later he made it into the audition process, but still nowhere near the part where ambitious young singers are briskly embraced or condemned by that great gatekeeper of celebrity, Simon Cowell. In 2010 Tomlinson, twice unlucky, gave the auditions a final try.

“I told myself I’ve just got to get to Simon, get his opinion, that’s all my ambition was. Then all of a sudden everything changed. To my friends in Doncaster I would always say [getting into the band] was the most incredible thing that happened to me. And it was. But it happened when I was already having the best year of my life. I was 17, 18, just started driving, didn’t need fake ID any more, going to house parties. That’s the time. That’s the age. And to a certain degree… ‘Having it taken away’ is the wrong phrase. But there was a price to pay.”

He says his current efforts as a soloist came about in similar fashion. In 2016, Tomlinson had become a father. (His son, Freddie, “who I love so much”, was born after a brief relationship with a Californian stylist called Briana Jungwirth.) He had some other personal matters to work through and in the summer he went on holiday to Las Vegas to blow off steam. At a club the American DJ Steve Aoiki was playing. Tomlinson, giddy with delight from Aoiki’s set, suggested to the DJ they try writing something together. In career terms, he had inched off the hill again, without necessarily considering the gradient of the slope.

A few months later, Tomlinson says, a single he’d written with Aoiki was being rolled out for release through One Direction’s old record label, Syco. Tomlinson was booked in to perform it on live TV. “And I was, like: ‘Did I really think this through?’”

Which leads Tomlinson to reason two. He’s well aware he was fast-tracked into his music career. That, as a part of One Direction, he was only a piece of a “heavy machine”. And as a self-aware northerner, from a proudly working class family, this has left Tomlinson with residual guilt to answer about wealth and status that do not feel to him fully earned. “And I know, I know it sounds ungrateful. But I think about a man, on a nine-to-five, working his arse off for six months so he can go to his family and say: ‘Guys, I’m taking you to Disneyland.’ That moment… I’ll never have that in my family life. And I’ve worked hard. But I’ve never worked hard, not like that.”

Tomlinson says he has already sweated more for this record than any before. When you’re putting together material as a soloist, he says, you quickly learn that those hot-shot collaborators who once dribbled to work with One Direction no longer pick up the phone

so readily. “I couldn’t say to you now that I could definitely get a superstar writer in a session with me. And I understand that.” Tomlinson adds, with no real vinegar: “Harry won’t struggle with any of that.”

In their One Direction days, no question, Styles got the most attention. But all the boys had their devotees and Tomlinson wants to prove to his own fans – reason three – that he’s been worth the backing all these years. “I honestly think they’ll write books about One Direction fans,” Tomlinson says. “Because they are so fanatical. The intensity. It’s remarkable.”

Tomlinson cannot talk about it with me, not without getting into muddy legal waters, but there was recently a difficult episode involving a small crowd of fans at an airport in LA. He was travelling with his partner, Eleanor Calder, who is viewed with some distrust by the fiercest corps of Louis fans. Video footage seems to show Calder being surrounded and attacked by a group of girls. Tomlinson, unable to discuss the matter, says to me more generally that he hopes his new music will reveal to fans a more complete version of himself than before. “Honestly, it’s crazy. It’s hard for a lot of people who are fanatical to believe that you are a real entity and a person.”

Which brings us to reason four. Reason four Tomlinson discusses with caution. Reason four he enshrouds with disclaimers: that it is not his intention to tell “a sob story”, that “I don’t like people feeling sorry for me”. Reason four concerns his mum.

Johannah Deakin was diagnosed with leukaemia in early 2016. Tomlinson had been worried his luck would run out; that having been “dealt that amazing hand” to squeak into the last berth in One Direction, he was due some sort of equalising blow. And he gives a bleak little laugh when he recalls where he was when the terrible phone call came. “At Jamie Vardy’s wedding of all places. Talk about your places, for something super-traumatic. My mum told me, uh, yeah, that she was definitely terminal.”

They were unusually close. He recalls how she was often one step ahead “because she had the password to my email”. It was an intimacy he attributes to them being close in age. “I remember the day I lost my virginity. I hadn’t even told any of my mates and I was, like: ‘Mum? I know this is really weird. But I’ve got to tell you…’ I remember thinking this is a bizarre conversation to be having with your mother. But it’s testament to how comfortable she made me.”

When Deakin died, in December 2016, Tomlinson was only days away from the live gig he’d agreed to do on the X Factor. “I remember saying to her: ‘Mum, how the fuck do you expect me to do this now?’ And she didn’t swear much, my mum. She’d always tell me off for swearing. And this time she was like: ‘You’ve got to fucking do it, it’s as simple as that.’ It was football manager, team talk stuff.’” The footage of Tomlinson’s performance that weekend is hard to watch. When he first appears on the X Factor stage he looks rigid, almost plastic, with grief. He’s clearly able to lose himself in the three-minute drama of a pop song. And after that the colour drains right back out of his face.

Tomlinson smokes for a bit. He says: “I’m not gonna claim this is all for me mum. But it was definitely… It was…”

He thinks. Throughout his life, he says, his mum always had greater belief in him than he did. “Sometimes my reservation, or my confidence, might have prevented me from doing something. And I’ve needed a mum in the past to kick me up the arse and go: ‘You’re doing it.’”

The boy bander has his reasons, then. “I’ve enjoyed this,” he says. “An opportunity to talk super openly. Not, y’know, answer questions about who my favourite superhero is. I don’t feel I get that many chances.”

The pile of cigarette butts in front of him has mounted to quite a height. Tomlinson, seeming to notice it for the first time, mutters: “Sorry. I’ve been chaining.” His mum hated smoking, he says. Then he smiles. “Though I remember she had the occasional cigarette herself.”

He taps his lighter on the table and asks what I make of everything he’s said. “Do you think your readers are still gonna wonder: ‘Why doesn’t he just not do it?’”

I’m not sure, I tell him, trying to be honest. But let’s see.

The day I lost my virginity, I hadn’t even told any of my mates, and I was, like: ‘Mum? I know this is weird but I’ve got to tell you…’

Louis’s new single ‘Back To You’ featuring Bebe Rexha and Digital Farm Animals is coming soon

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Prince Among Wolves by tylerfucklin

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

Dating Backwards by RemainNameless

Pornstars Derek and Stiles work for the same company. Derek only shoots with werewolves and Stiles only shoots with humans. That’s not going to change after they meet. It’s really not.
(It might.)

[Sleep]Walking After You by relenafanel

Derek is a sleepwalker who keeps wandering into his downstairs neighbour’s bedroom.

Stiles is pretty sure the hot guy from the park is going to kill him in his sleep. He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass.

Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he’s sleeping.

Cupboard Love by mklutz

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

i want to say all those things that would be better unsaid by aeneapsych

Derek is a lonely professor who decides to call a phone sex line.

Stiles is a poor grad student who needs to make a living somehow.

“One night stands were never this good. Hell, his previous relationships were never this good. Derek was so screwed, but right now he didn’t care.”

Windows by dr_girlfriend

Derek has a new neighbor who won’t stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I…I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

I don’t need any help to be breakable (believe me) by Oywiththepoodlesalready

He tried to kiss me.
“We know”, Scott says, placatingly, and Stiles rounds on him, fists clenched and eyes blazing.
“No. No, you don’t”, he spits, “You have no idea.”

In which Derek has an accident and doesn’t remember anyone except Stiles.

Not Mine to Love by Sabeley

It should have been awkward then, as the haze of lust left them, but Derek really didn’t mind the fact that Stiles was collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. He didn’t care that he was naked in his roommate’s bed, coming down from the best orgasm he had ever had. He didn’t even care that he had just lost his virginity to someone who wasn’t Jennifer.

“That can’t happen again,” he said simply.

It happened twice more that night and it never really stopped.

Days of the week: Saturday (smut)

Words: 1240

Warning: Smut, REALLY SMUTTY.

BTS x Reader

A/N: Sorry about the hiatus :(. Here’s a gift <3

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin l Saturday - Taehyung l


Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Shit” you thought.  Jimin ran back there and there you were, naked, with two guys staring at you while the other one, who you had just had sex with, was staring them.

Taehyung stopped a few centimeters away from you, leaning in to whisper on your ear as you covered yourself.

“I knew you were hot but I didn’t know you were this hot” he said, his voice darker than ever, “I wanna fuck the shit out of you right now”, his voice tone sent you shiver for all over your body but before you could answer, Jimin pulled him back.

“I just did it” he said, making your cheeks get pink. “Come on, Tae, she is tired. Your turn is tomorrow, give her some rest”. He was so fucking cute. Fuck. In one side, you actually were tired, fucked, wrecked. In other hand, you wanted to. You wanted him to take you right there and then. You looked at Jungkook, who was now standing there doing his best not to look at you. Ah… this shy boy.

“Ok, ok. But maybe you should not go home tonight, I mean, if you are ok with that. I usually get horny in middle night and… You would be perfect to fix it” Taehyung said and you wanted to scream. How could someone be that sexy? That attractive? “Plus, it is 10:35 p.m.“

"N-no I don’t want to bother you, I have my car here so I can drive back to the dorm… it is not this late” you said.

He kept there, staring at you. Well, fuck it.

You could just nod. Nod harshly.

“I insist you sleep in my bed. Please” he murmured, making the cutest aegyo you had ever seen.

“Ok” you whispered, avoiding those eyes, recalling you were still naked.

“You must be hungry. Jin probably let some food done. Let’s eat?” Jimin asked.


“Are the guys going to be out all night?” You asked.

 You were now in the same bedroom you had already been before. You looked at the bed and recalled the memories. Hm…

 You weren’t alone. Taehyung was there with you. Jimin and Jungkook had gone to sleep and so had you both. The door was locked and you were in your underwear and a hoodie only - one more for your collection. Taehyung was staring at your half naked body as if you were a prey.

He was only in his boxers, his cute belly calling your attention.

You were getting nervous. You looked at the clock. Saturday. Midnight.

You were gonna have a big night.

“Do not worry; I’m not touching you right now. I know you are tired because of this… heavy week, and I have other plans for you” he said, chuckling maliciously. Fuck… plans?

“You like cuddles?” He asked.

“I-I think so” you answered.

“Do you… wanna cuddle?” He asked, Shy-Tae appearing.

“Yes, I’d love it”

 You did lay on the bed and so did Tae. Laying on your side you gave him your back and you felt him move, soon his arm was around you hugging you.

He felt so warm. You felt so happy. You were actually cuddling with Kim Taehyung. You’d never think it.

 He snuggled closer, his nose dangerously close to your neck. He breathed in, maybe feeling your smell, but the soft touch made you jump a little. He smiled at your reaction and held you closer, his hand brushing your belly under the hoodie while he buried his face in your hair.

Suddenly, he started singing for you. Shit fuck. That was not happening.

His voice was freaking amazing. That moment was cute. You started to wonder how sex with him would be. Maybe cute. Maybe not.

The next thing you knew, your eyes were closing.


  You were sweetly dreaming about your previous sex days when something started to pull you out from your fantasy. No. Is it morning already? Let me sleep a little more.

Your eyes snapped open. You felt something warm- and good - between your now open legs, making you wake up completely. What the fuck?

You were about to close your legs when the sight almost killed you.

There he was. Taehyung. Sucking on your clit as if he needed that to survive, eating you out, and his eyes closed.

  You coughed a little to call his attention, but once his mouth left your core, you cried out.

  “Shh. It’s not morning yet” he said and you immediately looked at the clock. 3 a.m. “As I told you, I usually get horny in middle of night. Now I’m gonna make you fix it” he said, pecked your lips. He did slide down your body till his head was between your legs, his hands on both sides of your thighs, slowly pushing your legs apart.

 You let yourself go, enjoying the sensation. His tongue was amazing; he knew what he was doing. He was sucking you good, your sensibility helping you to get wet as soon as possible.

You were becoming a moan mess and he had barely touched you. You felt you could squirm on his face, but if you were going to, you wouldn’t anymore, because he stopped his work.

 “You have 15 seconds to get completely naked” he said and started to take off his clothes. You did as he said. “Good”. He was aroused. You wanted to suck his dick. Wanted to feel his cum. But you were sure he wouldn’t let you, that he wanted to fuck you already, because you wanted too.

  He placed himself between your legs and pushed in without a warning, the stretch making you scream.

“That’s it. I want you screaming” he groaned on your ear. He took no time, thrusting inside of you, rocking against your walls, his stone dick giving you the pleasure you wanted. He started rubbing your clit with his fingertips while thrusting, his lips sucking the skin of your neck.

 “Oh my God, Tae, it feels so good” you said. Shit. The feeling of him pounding into you was driving you crazy. You wanted more, if this was possible.

 He stopped moving, making you whine.

 “On all fours” he commanded. You did quickly, missing the feeling.

 He brushed the tip of his dick against your entrance, teasing you. You pushed yourself back, trying to fit his cock inside you, and he slapped your ass cheek in answer. He leaned in, pushing the head in and pulling your hair back.

“Do you want it? Do you wanna feel it?”  he whispered on your ear.

“Huh…” you moaned. That’s all you could say. He smacked you again. You could feel your juices dripping down your thighs. He squeezed your boobs, and then slapped your pussy. You screamed in surprise. “Please, Tae. Keep fucking me”. Did I just say that?

 “As you wish” he said and pushed in. He started moving immediately, his balls slapping against you, mixing the sound with the one of his thigh smacking against yours, the erotic sounds driving both of you crazy,

 “Oh, God” you moaned. Your walls were clenching hard, and it didn’t take long for you to cum.

His hand tightened on your ass, pushing you forward, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside you, the feeling making you gasp in pleasure.

 You both collapsed against the bed. You couldn’t say anything, just enjoy the feeling.

  *knock knock knock*

Jercy College AU

LGBTQPJO 3k Week: Slash Sunday (this is for you dragging me into this pit again, han)

  • Percy is studying marine biology and Jason is studying to become a teacher. 
  • They’ve seen each other across campus a couple times, always stopping to admire the “stunning boy with the green eyes” or the “hot blond guy who was always laughing with his friends” (Leo and Piper).
  • One day, Percy’s current roommate is expelled for doing some stupid shit, and Jason’s roommate decided to drop out.
  • So the two boys are put together in the same dorm.
  • Their first thought when they say their new roommate was “Oh no he’s hot.” 
  • They definitely recognize each other from those times around campus and have an awkward first encounter.
  • But after a little while of living together, they became great friends. 
  • It’s always a competition to see who could get the top bunk.
  • Their room was pretty cramped so they had a designated time where they’d both play music, eat snacks, and study together.
  • They quiz each other and mess with the other (telling the other they failed the practice test, mixing up the questions, etc.)
  • They most definitely have the most complicated secret handshake that only they can perform accurately.
  • Jason introduces Percy to Piper and Leo.
  • Percy introduces Jason to Annabeth, Grover, Hazel, and Frank.
  • All their friends think they’re dating at first and the two boys have to awkwardly deny it.
  • After a several months of being roommates the “he’s hot” feelings had escalate to a full-blown crush.
  • Percy always catches himself staring at Jason from afar and he starts to blush when he realizes. Jason does the same.
  • They both lie awake at night and think about what it would be like to hold the other’s hand, to kiss them, to date them. 
  • One night when Percy got the top bunk, Jason is sitting on the bottom and “reading” (aka thinking about Percy)
  • Percy leans down over the bed in the traditional spiderman pose and is beaming (since he actually did it without falling)
  • At that moment, Jason really wants to kiss Percy.
  • So he does.
  • Jason places his hand on Percy’s cheek (maneuvering this when one of them is upside down is harder than he expected) and let’s their lips touch. 
  • Both of their hearts are beating incredibly fast. Jason’s a bit surprised when Percy kisses back, but they don’t stop. 
  • When they finally part, Percy smiles and says, “So does this make you MJ?” 

prompt: “hey, have you seen…? Oh” + “well, this is awkward” + “it’s not what it looks like” 

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 2k+

warnings: fluff with v minor tony swearing

prompt list: click here

a/n: please send me hd horizontal bucky gifs bc im running out and im not gonna post new fics without cute gifs im petty like that

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Study Date - Stiles Stilinski

A/N: I’m back! School has been killing me, so I’m sorry for not posting anything lately but I have so many ideas and so little time to write. I’m still taking requests as well, so send them in! Hope ya’ll enjoy this. Love, J xx.

Prompt: Stiles asks you to come over to study and things get heated.

Word Count: 1,544

Warning: Smut, Smut, and more smut.

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my beautiful list of klance fic recs

this one goes out to @ah-fae who was complaining about me texting her links to fics. now my favorite fics are all in one convenient place for your enjoyment, along with my thoughts on them!

nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester

“Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.” [i cried. i don’t cry often when reading fics, but this one fucking got me. it’s fantastic, in both the concept and the (VERY well-written) execution. there are kitties. please read.]

i bet you look good on the dancefloor by xShieru

“‘So like in ‘Step Up’?’ // Allura shrugs. ‘Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in ‘Step Up.’’ // The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps.” [i started this one while it was still in progress because i’d heard so many good things about it and i’m so glad i did. 7 chapters, lots of dancing, and very good writing]

Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia

“‘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.’” [keith and lance meet their daughter from the future– which is just as adorable as it sounds– but they’re not even dating?? shenanigans ensue. it’s so sweet and heart-warming. i love this so much]

tropical drink melting in your hand; we’ll be falling in love by jojotxt

“Keith just wanted a summer job to help pay for college. He didn’t expect to be coworkers with a complete asshole who hated his guts. He didn’t expect to fall for him, either.” [this fic is refreshing as fuck and full of all the pining you could ever want, with a side of beach-related fun and team voltron bonding over their summer jobs. it is so good.]

Costumed Identities by Trashness

“Lance and Keith are rival cosplayers, who only know each other by their online usernames. They are fiercely competitive, but are also desperately attracted to each other. You’d think they would just get together already, but there’s a couple of problems: // 1. Keith crossplays, so Lance has absolutely no idea that Keith is a boy. // 2. Both of them are idiots, and can’t seem to figure out that that hot cosplayer they like, is also that hot guy that they drool over every day at school.” [3 chapters, hidden identities, nerdy references, and so. much. cosplay. what more could you ask for? plus it’s hella fucking cute, if you weren’t already sold.]

i can’t help but want by aknightley

“Lance deals with the aftermath of being sucked into a black hole and stranded on an alien planet. // When Lance wakes up, all he can see is blue.” [this fic has a permanent tab open on my phone so that i never lose it. that’s how much this one means to me. this was written before season 2, so technically it’s an au where lance and keith are stranded on separate planets after the wormhole, and the only paladins they can contact are each other. it’s full of emotional bonding and poignancy and damn, the writing is so fucking good.]

you’re so sweet; will you be mine? by jojotxt

“A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery. // In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.” [have you ever wanted lance and keith to send each other passive-aggressive baked goods as their rivalry blooms into friendship? look no further. seriously, stop looking and read this fic. please. i’m in love with it.]

Where The Lions Roam by Mytay

“‘ … tell me why Blue is making the moves on Keith.’ // Pidge stared at him, a touch incredulous. ‘You really haven’t figured it out?’ // ‘Pidge. I am very intelligent, but I am not a genius,’ Lance said patiently. ‘Spell it out for me.’ // ‘Well, you just sort of answered your own question,’ Pidge said, snorting. ‘Your Lion is making the moves on Keith — and by ‘moves’ I mean responding to your abject terror whenever Keith is in danger.’” [this author’s dialogue is so spot on, like i will automatically hear it in the character’s voice, and that doesn’t come to me easily. and just. lance. he deserves so much love, and this fic gives it to him.]

First Impressions Are Overrated

Stiles/Derek, 15K words, Teen, Stiles POV, Single Dad Derek Hale, Werewolf Reveal (on AO3)

AKA: what @rubyredhoodling won for @fandomtrumpshate!


In Stiles’ defense, he didn’t deliberately ram his grocery cart into the (evidently precarious) pyramid of oranges.

In fact, he would challenge anyone to maintain full control of any kind of vehicle after encountering the guy he just saw. Tall, broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, and a baby strapped to his chest, some adorable little thing with the guy’s dark hair and light eyes. And holy fuck, Stiles never really knew that babies did it for him—maybe that was a byproduct of getting older?—but he was ready to swear on his multiple gaming consoles that this vision was the sexiest thing he’d actually ever seen.

So honestly, no one could blame Stiles for twisting his head to get as long of a look as possible, produce pyramids be damned. But based on the murderous glare of the aproned guy who was coming over to help him corral the oranges, Stiles guessed that he wasn’t going to accept “but, stubble!” as a valid excuse for his clumsiness.

With a mournful sigh, Stiles said a mental goodbye to Hot Dad and crouched down to reach for as many oranges as he could. Thankfully, not very many people were around to witness his abject humiliation—Stiles grocery-shopped at 9 p.m. on weekdays for this exact reason—so he was hoping that he could get out of this without any awkward stares.

Stiles assumed that everyone had quickly fled from the ankle-twisting deluge of fruit now littering the linoleum floor of the produce section, so he was startled beyond belief when someone squatted down next to him. It was the guy, and it was only an act of god, probably, that kept Stiles from falling straight back onto his ass in shock.

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