i like how his back came out


When Alex got up the next morning and came downstairs, he didn’t see Ethan anywhere in the cabin. Thinking he was likely outside packing, he went to find him. But the only person he found was Lillian.

“Hey, Alex!” Lillian called out, the moment she spotted him. “Good morning!”


“How’s it going?”

“Okay, I guess. Have you, uh, seen Ethan this morning?”

“He left a few hours ago.”

“He did? Did he say anything to you before he left?”

“Just to tell you that he had to head back home and thanks for inviting him.”

“……fuck,” Alex muttered under his breath, frowning at his stupidity. He had known it was probably a bad idea to push him and still, he did it anyway. He had no one to blame but himself for Ethan leaving and he knew it. 

“Uh, oh. You look upset, now. Did something happen?”

“I’m was an idiot. That’s what happened.”

“Did you two get into a fight or something?”

“No, not really.”

“Then what happened? You two were inseparable the entire weekend and then all the sudden he just bailed this morning and went home.”

“After you guys went to bed last night, we both stayed up drinking and talking. And because I am a moron, I decided it was a good time to tell him how I feel about him. Long story short, I kissed him and he freaked out.”

“Oh, that’s not good.”

“No, it’s certainly not. And I’m not sure what I’m going to do to make it right.”

“You’re going to have to talk to him. It’s the only way to smooth things over.”

“He left before I even got up, Lil. He clearly doesn’t want to talk to me. I’ve totally pissed him off.”

“I doubt that. Just give him a few days and call him and explain. Ethan’s a nice guy, I’m sure he will forgive you.”

“I hope you’re right.”


Bonus (’cause I was lazy again):

Li©king Someone Pt. 2

In which Lance is jealous - no matter how much he tries to convince himself otherwise, and Kuro effectively shuts him up. By licking him. (and claiming him as his by the way ♥)

So… this one came out a bit different than I had originally planned. xD But I still like it though. The story is kind of a sequel to “He Wears Death Like Prada” written by the wonderful @bymidnightflame . Originally, that fic was supposed to be the story for my new Kuro comic. But somehow I ended up with this instead…? I don’t really know what happened.

Anyway, here are some headcanons for Kuro’s newest adventure :)

  • Back on earth Lance as well as his siblings established the “licking-rule”, which means that if you lick something like a chocolate bar, it’s yours.
  • Kuro used that rule on Keith right after he woke up from his last run-in with the Red Paladin in his private quarters. He did it to tease Shiro and well… because he wanted to lick Keith. (based on @bymidnightflame ‘s fic)
  • Lance gets pretty upset and jealous about this - he tries to tell himself it’s because everybody wants Keith, but in reality it’s only because one special person acts like he wants to get into Keith’s pants.
  • Hunk had his suspicions concerning Kuro’s behaviour towards Keith. There was something off in his opinion and bearing witness to whatever brain short circuit caused Kuro to lick Lance’s lips, only fueled those suspicions.
  • Shortly after the licking-incident Hunk joined the secret Luro-fanclub (which at that point consisted of Shiro, Keith and Coran)… He may have shedded one or two tears of joy over the fact that they had already given Kuro and Lance a ship name.

Just came from Jack’s tour in Minneapolis.
The first time I ever went to meet someone ‘famous’
I don’t know what I was expecting but I had a great time there, it made me feel more connect to Sean then I think I ever will and it gave me the drive to keep going.
I relate to your life alot Sean. And I know you don’t know me yet and normally I would say that we’re never going to meet again but I won’t be like that anymore.
I’m gonna push myself. I’m gonna be something. I’m gonna meet your butt again and this time I expect to talk to you and hug you. Some way, i’ll find a way.
Also I hope you got the drawing I gave to the guys. Hope you like it and I hope the letter in the back gets your way.
I hope Minneapolis treated you well and please… tell others to come over here we ain’t too bad.
See you soon - Jenna aka the startled looking fat chick in the rick and morty shirt when you came out of the tour bus. Also I said hi to Vernon… say hi to Vernon again for me and tell Arin and Jack they look nice.

Dating Incest Girls

My most recent ex girlfriends have told me detailed stories about their secret fun. A few years ago I was dating a 18f that had been fooling around with her real dad since she was 11. She had big boobs at 10 and she said her dad and friends took notice as she developed. Her parents spilt when she was 11 and she went and stayed with her dad for a bit. She said she tried to take her moms role, she would take care of him and then she started catching him jerk off. She said she would masturbate a lot thinking about taking him and him having his way with her. One day she walked in on him jerking off and she walked up to him as he was still stroking it and asked if she could watch. He agreed and jerked off for her as she started to get aroused she asked if she could help. He took her hand and guided it on to his thick curved cock and she said she was hooked from then on. She said she stroked it and they made out and she had her tits played with and sucked on. She was so wet and turned on that she wanted to do more. So she got on her knees and without asking she took her dads thick rock hard cock into her young warm wet mouth. She said that was her first cock and her daddy showed her how to suck it and stroke it (she deff had good dick handling abilities). She said he came in her mouth and she spit it up because it was so much. A few times of her catching him or him walking in on her in the shower and playing with each other she was ready to take let her dad take her virginity. She had plans on doing it on his bed and making it hot and romantic, but she ended up catching him jerk off to a dirty mag in his garage while he was working on his car. She went right up to him and dropped to her knees and told him “I thought we discussed this is my job” as she took his cock into her mouth. He let her suck on it and make it nice and wet. Then she got up and pulled her pants down and started rubbing and showing him her tight wet pussy. He picked her up and laid her back on the hood of his car and started licking her pussy and fucking her with his tongue. She said she came from his mouth and started begging for him to fuck her, he was on the fence about it. He teased her by rubbing his big thick head around her smooth wet pussy, then rubbing in out her clit. She said she couldn’t take the teasing anymore and pushed herself into him, forcing half his cock straight up into her. They both let out big moans and embraced each other and started making out as he slowly slide it all the way in. She just laid there while he filled her pussy up with all his cock. She said it was painful but the way he touched her and the way his cock curved it felt good really quick. He pumped her a few times slowly making her gasp and moan. Then she told him “harder daddy”, and he just stated pumping harder and faster into her. She said she was so wet from everything that it really diluted her blood from breaking her hymen, but looking down at her dads thick curved cock going in and out of her all shiny and wet made her his little slut right then and there. She said they went at it for about 10 mins or so and he pulled out and came all over her bit tits. 11 yrs old with almost size D bra, big perky tits cover in her dads cum. God I would of loved to seen that. I guess I’m lucky though, I did get to catch them when she was with me 18 at the time. We were stopping by her dad’s house where she was living at the time. She was going in to change and be right back out. Well I noticed the light on in her dad’s office/studio from out in the car. I seen this shadow blur across the curtains, realizing it was my girlfriend popping in to say hi to him. Then I noticed she dropped straight down instead of back out to the side like she came in view of the window. Then it hit me, she just dropped to her knees in front of him. Well I knew there was only one reason for her to do that, so I opened my door softly and then didn’t even close it just so they wouldn’t hear me trying to close my door and stop. I slowly snuck up to the window to his office and luckily there was a bit of the curtain open. When I looked in I was shocked! There was my gf on her knees holding her dads cock with one hand and cupping his balls with the other and licking up and down his shaft! I almost came in my pants right then and there, needless to say I had a rock hard cock then. She licked his shaft and then put it back in her naughty mouth and slide it all the way down with ease. You could deff tell she had been sucking that cock for a long time and knew how to work it. She was just gagging on it and then he stood up real quick took it out of her mouth and jerked it until he came all over her face. I was grabbing my rock hard cock through my pants not even realizing that I look like a big creep peeping in their window at night rubbing my cock. I watched as he took a shirt near by and gave it to her to clean her face off and decided to go back to the car before I’m spotted. I got back in the car and almost ripped my jeans because my cock was so hard. I took it out and started jerking off thinking about what I just seen with my own two eyes. Then I start thinking about all the stories she shared with me from the first time the had each other in the garage to that night she just sucked her dad off real quick while her bf waits out in the car. Never got to witness anything with any of my other ex girlfriends, but hopefully I can see something like that again. Still is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. BTW I never said anything to my ex gf about what I saw with her dad, she was open about telling me but I knew that she would of felt embarrassed if she knew I saw and knew it was absolutely real.


An Alpha!Bucky One-Shot

Character Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 5,109 (oops!)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT Smut! A/B/O Dynamics, fingering, sexual penetration, slight(?) impregnation kink, unprotected sex, a NSFW gif, some angst (blink and you miss it), language, dirty talk…

A/N: I make my own rules. 

 You smelt him before you saw him.

Your senses came alive when you saw him walk through the main entrance.


He exuded the title perfectly.

This isn’t the first time you had seen him at the museum but this was the closest you had ever gotten to him. He was at the ticket counter, smiling at Mandy as he presented his membership card. The leather jacket he had on moved like soft butter as he put the card in his wallet before it went back into the side pocket.  

Catching a whiff of his scent in the air, you wanted to melt to the floor. Sandalwood. It was earthy and it warmed your whole body.

You could make out his voice from where you were hiding in the gift shop. It was deep and raspy as he talked to Mandy. He took off his baseball hat and ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. He stuffed the hat into the back pocket of his jeans as he laughed at something Mandy had said.

Damn her. You were jealous.

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Potter and Parkinson

I’m sure this has been done before, but I absolutely live for pansy/Harry friendship

- Pansy and Harry become friends even before Drarry happens
- it’s eighth year, and of course all the returning students are grouped in one big dorm because house unity and all that
- Harry can’t sleep. The nightmares are too much, and he doesn’t want to bother his roommate *cough*draco*cough* because he’s his ex-rival for merlin’s sake and that’s just /awkward/
- so he sits by the hearth in the common room, where everything is usually purple and gray but right now the fire is roaring and everything is bathed in a wonderful orange light
- and he doesn’t notice Parkinson sitting in the love seat to his left until she shifts and drawls out a scathing “well if it isn’t the boy who just won’t die”
- and of course Harry jumps, wand out and pointed at Pansy’s throat in half a second
- she stares at it and pushes it away in silence
- there’s the expected “nightmare?” “Yeah. You?” “Same as you, what do you expect” exchange then comfortable silence
- eventually they fall asleep where they are
- in the morning, pansy’s gone and Harry’s late for breakfast
- neither of them say anything about it, but she nevertheless slips him an extra hot coffee as she leaves the great hall
- it happens again that night
- this time, they talk about it
- “what’s it like to die?”
- he starts. He’s never told anyone about that. Ever.
- and that’s how he finds out that Pansy is a legilimens
- “why don’t you look for yourself?”
- “I’m not a barbarian, Potter”
- so he tells her. And she listens.
- she asks why he didn’t tell Weasley and Granger
- “they worry too much”
- and she gets it
- the next night, she tells him why she doesn’t boast about her legilimency
- “My Death Eater family loved to exploit it. When old Voldy came back, he forced me to use it to find out his victim’s fears and weaknesses. I was a puppet. I didn’t ask for that.”
- “None of us did.”
- they meet like this every night, when the nightmares are too much or the insomnia sets in
- she explains that sleeping was too much like passing out from Crucio
- He talks about how weird it feels since Draco started ignoring him
- they talk about Draco a lot
- “he wasn’t always that way. You should’ve seen him as a child, when his father would be away on business. I’d never met anyone more in love with life.”
- they don’t talk for the rest of that night
- he notices the slytherin Trio has mostly broken up
- Pansy, surprisingly, hangs out with Luna during the day
- Harry asks about it
- Pansy shrugs “she doesn’t dwell on the past”
- One day Hermione and Ron don’t show up for breakfast
- Pansy takes the seat next to Harry, “ she snuck into his room last night after you went to bed. Kicked Blaise out and everything.”
- They talk about life after hogwarts
- “you don’t want to be an auror anymore, then? Thought saving people gave you a hard on, Potty”
- he laughs for the first time in a long while
- “it gets boring after the first couple hundred times, I guess”
- “well, Mcgonagall obviously wants you for the DADA position”
- “maybe”
- they walk together to herbology
- Draco gawks as they enter the greenhouse
- Pansy offers a small smile
- Draco turns away
- Harry sulks
- Ron and Hermione show up a minute later, Hermione blushing and Ron raising an eyebrow at Harry, but he doesn’t say anything when Pansy whispers something in Harry’s ear that makes him grin wide
- It’s the middle of the year, and Harry and Pansy have established a sort of routine
- they meet every night, sometimes to talk, sometimes to take walks around the castle, sometimes just to sit in each other’s presence until they fall asleep
- in the morning, whoever wakes first brings up two mugs from breakfast, if it’s Pansy she brings cocoa, while Harry brings coffee
- Harry asks why Pansy always wears extra layers, or uses far more blankets than normal
- he mentions that Malfoy does it, too
- “Draco never told you?” “I never asked”
- it’s a side effect of the Cruciatus and Imperio Curses
- Harry thinks he understands
- He pats her hand, and she wonders why he’s so warm
- he shrugs. He’s always been like that.
- maybe it’s because of his mother’s love, he jokes
- she just looks at him. “Perhaps you’re right about something for once, Potty.”
- the next morning, Draco wakes early to find them snuggled together in front of the dying embers, Pansy leaning into Harry, extra blankets discarded on the floor
- he can’t help the tight, smoldering feeling in his chest as he walks to breakfast
- it’s Saturday, so there’s no class, but Blaise still leaves a mug of coffee and a cup of cocoa on the coffee table in the common room for when they wake, warming charms cast to keep the drinks steaming
- when they wake up, it’s not awkward at all. Just comfortable.
- like sharing a bed with your sibling
- they enjoy their arrangement, and Pansy takes advantage of Harry’s warmth constantly
- eighth years are allowed to leave the grounds at any point, so long as they obey curfew
- Harry and Pansy visit Hogsmeade together shortly after Christmas break
- while out for lunch, they run into Draco
- Pansy invites him along
- Harry and Draco start talking and don’t stop
- Pansy is torn; she hates being a third wheel, but she thinks she ships the two more
- she excuses herself, claiming exhaustion, and finds a quaint book shop near the edge of the village
- There, she runs into a distressed Granger
- turns out, Granger broke it off with Weasley
- Pansy is surprisingly good at comforting others, and shares her unexpected love of books with Hermione
- but while Hermione adores nonfiction, Pansy reads fiction. Thus, a friendship grows
- their day at the book store marks the start of a new relationship
- she tells Harry about her impromptu date with hermione
- “on a first name basis now, are you? I feel betrayed.”
- “oh shut it, Potty.”
- she’s blushing and they both know it
- in retaliation, she asks about Draco, and now it’s Harry’s turn to bloom red
- when Harry asks Draco out in the Great Hall a few weeks later, Pansy stands and screams from the other end of the table “IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME YOU PINING PRICK”
- Harry and Draco both turn red, scurrying out of the hall, hand in hand
- Pansy high-fives Luna, who giggles the whole time
- Harry does the same thing when Hermione asks out Pansy, but instead he’s screaming “SAY YES ALREADY PANS, YOU BLOODY WUSS”
- Ron gazes at them sadly, but Blaise distracts him with a comforting hand on his lower back and offers some treacle tart
- Pansy and Harry’s nightly meetings start happening less and less, but they’re still closer than ever
- when Draco and Harry have their first fight, Pansy knows, cuddling with Harry in front of the fireplace like they used to
- Hermione is super understanding, bless her heart
- She still draws a mustache and monocle on Harry in revenge for stealing her girlfriend, though
- she wakes Draco early to see it
- He takes pictures of his exbutkindofstill-best friend and boyfriend cuddling
- he won’t admit it, but his heart melts just a little as they wake, untangling from each other, bleary eyes and bed heads
- Harry and Draco don’t fight as much after that (but neither of them mind so much on the mornings after they do because Harry and pansy’s friendship is so precious)
- drarry and pansmione have a double wedding
- Ron and Blaise are Best Men, Luna and Ginny Maids of Honor
- Harry gets the DADA job, but always floos home at the end of the day to be with Draco and the kids
-pansy works in hogsmeade, running the bookstore where she first comforted hermione, now minister of magic
- Draco is a wonderful homemaker, who works from home co-editing the Quibbler with Luna
- even after marriage and families, Pansy and Harry have slumber parties, just the two of them in the living room while Draco and hermione take the kids out
- they cuddle and talk about everything
- in the mornings, pansy always wakes first, since Harry is usually up late grading papers
- but now, she makes two coffees for Harry and hermione, a cocoa for her, and a tea for Draco
- Harry and Pansy still spend nights by the fire, but sometimes they’re joined by their spouses, Ron and Blaise, and Ginny and Luna
- Sometimes Pansy and Draco’s skin still turn to ice
- sometimes hermione and Harry still wake up in the middle of the night for no solid reason
- but they’re surrounded by the ones they love
- the war is over
- pansy’s legilimency fades with age, and she’s happy to only have to live in her own head for once
- Harry and Draco learn to be in love with life, and with each other
- Hermione and Ron are no longer a ‘what if’
- and while Draco’s scars never completely fade away, Harry assures him they make him even more beautiful
- While Pansy will never stop being cold, Hermione is there with cocoa and and blankets and her warm embrace
- while Harry and Hermione never eat as much as they used to, too accustomed to those days in that wretched tent, running from the enemy, starving in the forest, Draco and Pansy are there to hold them and kiss them and remind them that it’s better now. It’s okay now.
- and suddenly it wasn’t just Pansy and Harry with late night talks and cuddles on the couch
- it was everyone else, too
- it was warm, and safe, and home
- and it wasn’t perfect
- but it was good.

I couldnt sleep last night so I thought up lance coming out to shiro (since that picture where they are together holding the lgbt sign) and it went something like this:

Lance took a deep breath and knocked on Shiro’s door before he had the time to realize how bad of an idea that was and walk away. Shiro opened up and a puzzled expression appeared on his face when he saw who was knocking.


“Hi, uhm, can i talk to you?”

“Sure,” said Shiro stepping aside to let the boy enter. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just… need to say something? I think… I need… advice?”

“Oh, uh, sure, you can tell me anything.”

“Yeah… hmmmm…. I… you know I like girls, right? Like, I reeeaally like girls.”

“Yees…? You kinda remind everyone every single day…”

“Yeah.” Lance laughed nervously, crossing his arms. “I really like girls. I like them so much. I like flirting with them and–”


Lance stopped and stared at his own feet, unable to make himself look at Shiro in the eyes.

“I think I know where you are going with this speech,” said Shiro, putting a hand on Lance’s shoulder. “But I won’t say it for you, so just go ahead and say it, it’s okay.”

“You know?”

“Yeah…? I mean, I get how you must be feeling…”

“Ho… you get it?” Repeated Lance, a confused line between his eyebrows. “You like boys too?”

“What?” Blurted Shiro, eyes widening, “I thought we were talking about Allura!”

“What!” Shrieked Lance, taking a step back, “You like Allura??”

“You like boys??”

Lance laughed nervously, “no way, ha ha, I was joking… jeez, you believed that…” he turned towards the door, wanting nothing more than to lock himself in his room and call himself a dumbass for the rest of the night. This had been a mistake. A huge, nefarious mistake.

“No, Lance, wait!” Shiro called after him, “that came out wrong, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Like what?” Said Lance stopping.

“Like it’s a big deal. It’s… okay. If you like boys.”

“Is it?”

“Why shouldn’t it be?”

“Because… I like girls.”

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive. It’s just called being bisexual.”

Lance gasped softly. “That’s the word, quiznack,” he whispered, “I knew I heard something like that…”

Shiro smiled. “Lance, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, okay? If you ever feel like telling the rest of the team, know that I’ll be there to help you out and support you. And thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”

“Uhm, sure, whatever. Thanks? I guess.”

Shiro covered the few feet that divided them and hugged Lance tightly.

Lance let Shiro squeeze him like an empty toothpaste tube.

“Don’t tell Allura about… you know.” Shiro whispered, without letting him go.

“Sure,” said Lance, fighting for breath, until Shiro loosened his grip, “You don’t tell Keith.”


“Omygod.” Lance pulled away, pretending to look at the nonexistent watch on his wrist, “look at time!! I gotta go! Bye Shiro, t'was nice talking to you!” He cried darting out of the door, leaving Shiro with his arms raised and his mouth open.

“Keith?? !”

Lockers - Peter Parker

request -  hey, welcome to tumblr ! great username XD i was wondering if you could do a scenario where the reader was in the elevator then as spiderman pulls her up, she recognizes his voice then the next day, she confronts peter in at school, in an empty classroom and says she knows who he is and then hugs him out of nowhere and so much fluff ugh. thank you and i wish you the best with the blog !

a/n - i went through many different plots/settings with this fic so it took a while but, writing this was really fun. it sort of become rly super duper long so i apologize for that LOL and hopefully the fluff isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

The elevator began to shake even more, dropping one more time before I felt as if our fate was waiting for us down at the bottom floor. The broken glass made it hard to stand up, but what was even worse was that I was the only one left in the doomed elevator.

“Grab onto my hand!” The officer shouted at me, extending his arm to be the best way he could. I tried to desperately to reach it, but I couldn’t. The mix of adrenaline and fear had struck my body to the max.

“Sir, I-I can’t.” I cried, my heart breaking even more. Just then, the elevator went down another foot, and I felt my back press up against the tarnished wall. All I could hear was the harsh beat of my heart and the yells for help from the people up top.

“(Y/N) please! Try again!” I heard Liz yell from above. The situation had become to surreal to me that I almost became numb to it, with what could happen in a matter of seconds not scaring me as much as it should be.

Before I could register anything else, the sound of glass breaking snapped me back into reality. But surprisingly, it wasn’t from the elevator.

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Best of Friends

Originally posted by spdrparker

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader


Word Count: 3,500


Request from @thomas-stanleyholland : Tom and the Reader are Best friends. They have a sleepover and have an intense makeup session in his bed, maybe some smut and fluff?


I’ll revise for any mistakes in the morning, I’m exhausted xx

[Reader’s POV]

   Your flight just landed at the London City Airport. The captain explaining that we’re pulling up to the gate. People around you were getting restless to get off. You of course were still waking up from the nap you took.

   Pulling out your phone you open the camera. Flipping the screen you see your reflection. Sighing in relief that nothing was out of place. Turning your head to the side you check  you winged eyeliner. Thanking the makeup gods the liner or your fake lashes you have on didn’t get fucked up.

  Feeling your phone vibrate you exit the camera app. A message from your best friend pops up. A smile on your face when you read it. Standing up once you see people emptying the seats in front of you. Reaching above you grab your suitcase with your backpack slung over your shoulder. Carrying the suitcase you lift it sideways to head down the narrow aisle.

   Someone pushes past you making you stumble a bit.  You huff out in frustration glaring at the back of the person. Readjusting your purse you make your way down the hall of the gate.  Your suitcase making sounds as it rolled and bumped over the bumps in the gate flooring.

   Walking over towards the bathroom you walk in and head towards a bigger mirror. Fixing your beanie that was on your head. It was your best friend’s beanie he gave you before he had to fly to the states for work.  Reapplying a coat of maroon lipstick  to your faded lips you leave feeling a little better.

   Looking at the  signs you see which way to turn for the baggage claim.  The escalator taking you down to the lower level. Stepping forward when you reach the end, you head towards a hooded figure. The sign said your name and beside the figure was your bag. He looks up from his phone, glasses shielding his eyes. A smile giving him way completely.

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Drabble prompt - Breathplay/Voyeurism Shklance

Well this got….long. Enjoy >:)

Lance struggled against the rope that held him to the chair, angry grunts coming from behind the cloth gag over his mouth.

When Keith had challenged him to spar during training that day, he’d had the brilliant idea of raising the stakes.

If I win, he’d said, grinning. We’re having a threesome. I want in on whatever Shiro’s doing to you that has you keeping the rest of us awake at night.

Keith had blushed, and then grinned back at him. Fine. But you won’t win.

Lance’s eyes had widened. He’d expected Keith to try to deck him for even suggesting such a thing, but he’d…agreed?

And then Keith was flying towards him and he was too busy dodging for his life to be surprised. He’d be lying if he said the thought of joining the other two wasn’t exciting, and now he had to win. But how? Keith was second at hand-to-hand only to Shiro.

Keith hit him in the ribs with a well-aimed jab and then hooked an ankle around his and Lance went down, hard, hands flying out to grab Keith’s shirt and managing to pull him down with him. They grappled and rolled, Lance eeling his way out of Keith’s holds and Keith pinning him back down with force. Finally there was an arm at his throat. Keith was panting and red-faced as he held him to the mat and Lance felt a thrill of arousal at the sight. Lance didn’t think he was gonna make it out of this one, but he had to win, he had to.

He feigned surprise as he looked over Keith’s shoulder. “Shiro?” Keith started and looked behind him, his grip loosening just enough, and Lance slid out from under him. Keith’s balance was thrown, and Lance pushed him into the mat and twisted his arm behind his back before he could stop him.

Lance had reveled in his triumph until the ropes had come out.

Now he was here, in Shiro’s room, still clothed, and wildly frustrated. Keith had looked smug while Shiro tied the knots, rope tight against his chest and arms bound to the arms of the chair. “You played a dirty trick on me, Lance. So now I’m gonna play one on you.” Shiro had moved around in front of him so he could study Lance’s face while he tied on the gag. “What was it he said again, Keith?”

“He said he wanted to see what you were doing to me that had me being loud at night.”

Shiro chuckled and straightened, moving to stand behind Keith. “It’s only loud to him because his room is right next door to yours.” He rubbed at the skin right under the bottom edge of Keith’s shirt, splaying his hand out over his stomach and tugging the shirt up. Lance’s eyes followed the movement, widening fractionally, and Shiro smiled. “Well, he did win. I guess we should show him, shouldn’t we?”

Keith hummed in agreement and held his arms up so Shiro could tug his shirt off. He knew he looked good. He might be pale and his frame was somewhat narrow, but years of physical activity and training had filled out his muscles. He probably wouldn’t ever be dorito-shaped like Shiro, or tan and fluid like Lance, but he enjoyed the way Lance’s eyes traced slowly over his chest and abs, as if he couldn’t help it.

He twisted around, kissing Shiro hard and showing off his best asset. Shiro grabbed his ass with both hands and squeezed. His boyfriend couldn’t get enough of his butt - had even waxed poetic about it one night when he hadn’t realized that the drink provided by their host-planet was, in fact, intoxicating - and he wished he could see Lance’s face so he could know if it was something the two men had in common. Shiro kissed down his jaw and neck and pulled at Keith’s pants, easing them slowly down over his ass and keeping an eye out for Lance’s reaction. The boy had stopped protesting and was now sitting ramrod-straight in the chair, his eyes still tracking the movements of fabric over skin.

The waistband slipped over Keith’s thighs and Shiro, with a grin over Keith’s shoulder, snapped the elastic of the boy’s underwear. Keith’s startled yelp melted into a moan.

"He likes that,” Shiro smirked at Lance and Keith swatted him.

“Stop teasing, I’ve been waiting for hours.”

Shiro nipped his neck in response and then knelt in front of him, shucking off Keith’s pants and underwear as he went and turning them to the side. He made sure Lance could see clearly as Keith’s dick bobbed enticingly in Shiro’s face. Shiro’s mouth watered at the sight and he wasted no time, licking around the head and taking it into his mouth.

Keith groaned. He leaned over Shiro and buried his fingers in his white forelock, stroking it back off his face as he sunk down further on his dick, bobbing shallowly, pulling back just a bit before taking more in. Their eyes met as Shiro traced a vein with his tongue, lips still wrapped close to the base, and Keith moaned again, his head falling back.

The chair creaked and Keith turned his head, took in the growing bulge in Lance’s pants and wide blue eyes following Shiro’s movements.

“Fuck,” he whispered. The knowledge that Lance was watching, and getting off on this, sent spikes of arousal shooting towards his hips. He looked back to Shiro just in time to see the older man pull away and smirk up at him again. Keith groaned and tightened his grip, trying to urge Shiro back towards his dick, only to have him pull away entirely. He rose to his feet and kissed him, the taste of Keith’s precum thick on his tongue.

“Don’t get too excited now. We have a lot more to show him.” He pumped Keith’s dick twice and then moved away. The zip of his pants seemed loud in the near-silent room as he shucked off the rest of his clothing and sat on the edge of the low bed.

Keith had never been one to exaggerate, so when he said Shiro’s dick was enormous, by god he meant it. Shiro had the biggest dick he’d ever seen, and Keith paused to admire it even as he sank to his knees in front of him. He wasted no time, pumping it to full hardness and then sinking down on it as far as he could, the tip pushing to the back of his mouth and then further, making his throat convulse around it. Keith moaned at the feeling and pushed into it, knowing that the sounds his throat was making must be awful, but he was too gone to care. All of his focus was narrowed in on the cock in front of him and he lost himself to the feeling of soft skin against his tongue and the rhythm of push-pull-breathe-push-stay. He felt Shiro’s dick twitch as he kept it in his throat as long as he could and then pulled back to breathe before pushing himself back down again.

“He likes this too,” Shiro said, voice slightly deeper and breathier than before, and a muffled groan came from the corner of the room. Keith moaned in chorus and sucked and Shiro’s hips jerked.

Fingers tangled into Keith’s hair and he looked up. Shiro’s gaze was intense as he brought a thumb to Keith’s chin and wiped away the spit that had escaped around the cock still in his mouth. The hands led him up and off and he whined a bit at the loss, fluttered his eyelashes.

Fuck.” Shiro yanked him up by the hair and dragged him into a kiss, fierce and almost predatory in his motions, and Keith melted into it. He loved this, loved when Shiro lost some of his iron-clad control because of him. He sucked on Shiro’s tongue as he moved to straddle him on the bed, kissing him fast and hard and parting his lips so Shiro could plunge inside.

Shiro leaned back further and patted Keith’s thigh, silently encouraging him to turn around. Keith maneuvered himself until he was straddling him backwards and then yelped as Shiro pulled him back, manhandling him into the position he wanted. Shiro’s voice floated up from between and behind Keith’s thighs

“As for how much he likes this, I think I’ll let him speak for himself.”

And then there were fingers parting his cheeks and a tongue lapping at his hole, swirling around and darting in shallowly, teasingly. Keith cried out, partially in shock, partially in sudden, intense pleasure, and braced his hands on Shiro’s stomach.

“Shir-OH, shit, oh god-” Keith’s breath came out in pants and moans as Shiro ate him out, hooking his thumbs into Keith to pull him open and kneading his ass at the same time.  He licked in further and Keith’s breath caught on a whine.

“Fuck, shit, oh,” Keith eye’s caught Lance’s and he moaned louder, the boy was squirming in his seat and Keith couldn’t look away. Knowing that watching him get off was causing these reactions in Lance was almost too much to handle, and Shiro slipped two fingers into him and it was so good, the friction and push-pull sending shivers up his spine. He panted and imagined Lance in front of him instead, felt his mouth start to water at the thought of sucking him off- what did his dick even look like? How had he not even seen it yet, Lance was right there and Keith was sure he wouldn’t say no. He’d lap at it and suck it like a lollipop, what did his cum taste like, god he wanted to know.

He kept his gaze locked onto Lance’s as they both writhed, hoping the other boy knew what he was thinking, hoping it was driving him crazy.

The tongue and fingers pulled out of him and he felt Shiro pat his thigh again. He knew what he wanted, but he leaned forward instead to nuzzle playfully at the man’s dick. He shot a haughty look at Lance before Shiro slapped his ass, hard. The sound echoed off the wall and Keith groaned, his eyes fluttering shut at the sting, and obeyed.

He moved forward to line them up and then sunk down onto Shiro’s dick, not as careful as he maybe should have been. The stretch and the sting had his eyes falling shut again and a moan ripping its way out of his throat. Shiro’s fingers pressed into his hips in encouragement and he slowly began to rock, keeping his movements shallow and cracking his eyes open to watch Lance’s reaction.

Shiro seemed to have a similar idea as rose up behind him, propping himself up on his metal hand so he could kiss at Keith’s neck and shoot glances at the near-frantic boy in the chair. Keith’s movements grew bolder, his hips bouncing as he fucked himself on Shiro’s dick and his head falling back onto his shoulder. The man dragged his mouth away from Keith long enough to speak, his voice so low it was almost a growl.

“This,” he said, dragging his free hand along Keith’s side and making him shiver, “is what is keeping you up at night.” He grabbed Keith’s hips and braced his feet far apart on the floor. The new leverage was all he needed to thrust up, fucking into Keith at a new angle.

“AaaAH, Shiro!” Keith cried out, his arms flying out to try to brace himself as sensations flooded through him. Shiro pulled him back against his chest and fucked into him mercilessly. Keith held on, one hand clutching Shiro’s arm to his chest, the other tangling into his hair as his thighs clenched.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, nnh-” his words devolved into moans and whines as Shiro’s pace got impossibly faster and he hit just that spot on every thrust. Shiro bit into his shoulder, groans of his own starting to escape, and wrapped a hand around Keith’s throat.

Keith’s eyes flew open. He knew what was coming next and god, he wanted it, he wanted it so bad. He tipped his head back just enough to submit to it and still catch Lance’s eyes, Shiro slowing his pace so he could look at Lance over Keith’s shoulder.

“This,” he breathed. “Is the part you don’t hear. It’s also the part he likes best”

He tightened his grip and gradually started to speed up again. Keith felt his muscles lock up in response to the sudden lack of air, his hands flying to grip Shiro’s wrist, but he didn’t give the signal to stop. His hips were rocking without him even thinking about it, chasing the feeling of being filled, and he loved this, loved being completely at Shiro’s mercy, losing himself. It was too good, the friction of Shiro’s cock pushing into him and pulling out, he could feel every centimeter in vivid detail. His eyes half-closed with the burst of pleasure every time the cock inside him dragged against his walls at just the right angle and Shiro’s name was on his lips, no sound coming out. Bursts of white and grey clouded into his vision, crowding out the blue of Lance’s wide eyes, making it so he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, it was so good and he was so desperate, so close, good, yes, god, Shiro, yes YES-

His thighs locked and shuddered and he came silently, his cries choked off in his throat, Shiro reaching his climax at almost the exact same time. Their hips stuttered against each other, slowing and drawing out the feeling, and the hand around Keith’s throat relaxed. He drew in a shuddery breath and the ecstasy of it sent another burst of pleasure through him. He slumped back into Shiro’s chest and the man leaned them forwards and curled around him, holding them tight together with both arms around his chest. The room was silent except for their ragged breaths.

A muffled groan and a creak came from the corner. Oh, right. Shiro chuckled, his nose pressed against the back of Keith’s neck, and Keith raised his tired head.

Lance’s head was thrown back. The chair was almost rocking as he humped the air, desperately trying to get any kind of friction on his cock. Keith smirked and detangled himself from Shiro to approach the poor thing. Lance’s head snapped up as Keith tugged his pants down, his cock bobbing out as it was finally freed from its confines. Keith hummed thoughtfully as he looked at it. It was longer and thinner than his, almost as long as Shiro’s, and a delicious-looking brown.

Lance locked his gaze on him, eyes wide and blue and begging, and then Keith swallowed him down in one smooth motion. The noise that came out of the boy was something inhuman and Keith almost wished they hadn’t gagged him so that he could have heard it in its full glory. His cheeks hollowed as the head pushed into his throat and he barely had time to suck before Lance was coming with a whimper, his hips shoving up, Keith’s nose pressing firmly into the dark hair at the base. Keith watched as the ropes of warm fluid hit the back of his throat, and thought the way Lance’s eyelids fluttered shut might be the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Keith kissed Lance’s thighs and pulled his pants the rest of the way off as the boy’s breathing slowed. The knots on the ropes came apart easily enough and he rubbed at the marks on the skin under them, kissed those too. Lance raised his head to watch and relaxed a bit at the soft touches, leaned into Keith as he untied the cloth around his mouth and then kissed him softly.

Keith held his head still and pulled back to look at him, his eyes searching the others for any sign of upset. “Alright?”

Lance huffed a laugh. “Yeah. Better than alright. Tired, though.”

Keith smiled back at him. “C’mon.” He pulled the boy carefully to his feet and led him over to the bed where Shiro had sprawled out. Lance looked between the two of them, unsure, and Shiro grinned and patted the bed next to him.

He crawled in next to Shiro and threw a leg across him, Keith crawling in behind him and wrapping an arm around his stomach. All breathed a sigh of relief.

“So,” Lance hesitated. “We should do this again sometime.”

Shiro hummed in agreement at the same time that Keith gave an emphatic “yes.” Lance laughed and snuggled deeper into Shiro’s chest, more content than he’d felt since they left Earth, and they slept.

Skyline {IV}

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Warnings: None

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 4k

A/N: Guys, from the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you all (all 900 of you [!!!!!!]) for all the kindness and support I’ve received for this story.  You guys are so great, and I love each and every one of you.  Thank you for all that you’ve done, and will hopefully continue to do, as there will be a skyline pt. 5!!!!

{part I} {part II} {part III}

Three days.  You were kept in the hospital for three days. Three days of IV’s, probing, blood pressure being taken, bad hospital beds, worse hospital food, and no access to news about whether or not Spider-Man made it out of the collapsed bank.

At first, you didn’t even remember the bank hold up.  You had woken up after passing out from a concussion and blood loss in a white hospital room, beeping all around you.  Fear had raced down your spine; was there an accident?  Why was there an IV in your arm?  What had happened?  It wasn’t until you saw the dirt covered, tear streaked face of Alex sitting in the chair next to your bed that it all came back to you.

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Imagine watching your boyfriend Tom talking about you in an interview (Tom Holland x Fem!Reader)

warning: fluffy!! fluff fluff fluff, language

word count: 869

a/n: here’s a cute little imagine I wrote for u guys, i hope u guys like it xx Also, I’m trying something new with this so I’m so excited for u guys to read it!!

You opened your laptop, hoping to find some type of cure for your boredom. Tom’s only been gone for a week and you already missed him terribly. I mean, it’s kind of natural for you to want your boyfriend with you at all times. Or most of the time. Right?

You sighed, opening up YouTube and immediately letting out a little laugh as one of Tom’s interviews popped up in your recommendations. It was titled ‘Tom Holland talks relationships, romance, and more!’ Your eyebrows quirked up as you read it, curiosity getting the better of you as you clicked on it. As the video loaded, you briefly read the description and saw that it was pretty recent, only uploaded two days ago. A thirty-second ad popped up, causing you to roll your eyes in impatience.

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God, it’s been so long wide awake that I feel like someone else
I’ll miss the way that you saw me or maybe the way I saw myself
But, I came back to you broken and I’ve been away too long
I hear the words I’ve spoken and everything comes out wrong
I just can’t get this together, can’t get where I belong

??? sure has a way of being helpful. He’s trying though… I think. What a good entity. And Teruki, honey, we are all concerned about your lack of self-preservation. It’s his long awaited rematch to see how much he’s changed, and by changed I mean gotten better at fighting because when has Teruki ever not tried to solve a problem with intimidation and physical violence. But as he himself said, what is technique before raw power?

There will probably, maybe, hopefully be a part 2 to this, before the next chapter comes out.

Lyrics are from Who do you love by Marianas Trench

Short Stuff

Summary: Y/N has problems reaching the handlebar on the train so she finds another suitable way to stay upright.

AN: i’m sorry this isn’t inclusive ahsjasj but this was such a cute idea i couldn’t help it  :( also i’m short as fuck if you didn’t know so this is a dream

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by tomshollandss

My foot tapped along to the beat of the music rushing through my ears. People around me were either on their phone or talking to someone as we waited for the train to arrive. I shoved my hands into my pockets to warm them up from the chill of the wind.

Eventually, the train arrived but I soon found that it was more crowded than usual. All the poles that I usually held onto were occupied and the only things left were the handlebars up above. Which I was too short to grab hold of.

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Innocence (M)

WARNING: graphic smut, oral, jealousy, strong language, idk it’s smut.

Summary: You’re Hoseok’s, and no one else’s.

Originally posted by meanyoongis

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firsts ✰ peter parker

summary : a collection of firsts between you and your beloved boyfriend, peter benjamin parker. 

author’s note : y’all okay this is so long my apologies i just??? went so overboard??? because i loved this so much?? also i could probably do more of these because it’s so cute and there are more things that could be added this was just already so long

  • the first time you meet peter, you’re pretty sure, at least just for a second, that you’ve officially met the human form of sunshine
  • seriously he’s always so happy??? and smiling??? and it’s honestly makes him so attractive to you in the first place
  • other than the exceptionally cute face that keeps angling itself toward you ever so slightly in ap chem class that thursday morning 
  • you’re both in lab and he’s sitting at his shared table with ned and he’s supposed to be making the mixture for his webs but oh well he’d rather stare at you like he does in every class you have together
  • (it’s three, three classes and two free periods and lunch and your locker is four down from his, not that he’s paying much attention to that sort of thing)
  • finally ned encourages him to walk up to you in class and ask for an extra beaker one day
    • “do you want my hat for some confidence boosts”
    • “no ned you’re the only one who can wear that hat properly”
    • “you’re not wrong”
  • so peter casually strolls up to your table where you’re sitting alone because your partner is absent and he bumps into the front of the desk 
  • you glance up from your work to see him holding his ribcage and mumbling under his breath
    • “oh, hi peter!” you say cheerfully
    • “wait you know my name?” ohmygodohmygod she knows who i am what the hell oh my god
    • “well duh, we have three classes together of course i do”
  • the best way to describe him in that moment is having lit up from within
  • he instantaneously smiles so wide and so excitedly as he realizes that you’ve noticed him too and maybe not in the same way he’s been noticing you but it doesn’t matter because it’s something 
  • he can work with something
  • and he definitely does
  • from the moment he slid into the empty seat next to you, turning around to give ned a completely obvious thumbs up with another wide grin, you knew you were goner
  • the first time you hold hands with peter you’re on the train with him going to meet may for the first time
  • you’re sort of together but not really but at the same time everyone knows that you and peter are pretty much dating
  • anyways peter really wants you to meet his aunt because she’s his favorite person ever but you’re slowly becoming a contender for that title
  • also may has been relentlessly asking to meet you for the past month and a half of you and peter developing strong feelings for each other so he figures now is as good a time as any
  • especially since he’s planning on asking you to be his girlfriend in the very very near future
  • so you’re taking the train back to his apartment and there’s barely any room for the both of you to sit unless he goes across the cart and the last thing this cutie wants to do is leave you 
  • he’s chilling and holding onto the pole thing by your seat and his other hand is dangling at his side kind of close to yours and he really wants to grab your hand so his fingers are kind of like twitching awkwardly ‘cause he’s not sure whether or not he should just lean down and go for it
  • you’re the one that goes for it in the end, shifting your bag on your lap before you reach out to hold his hand kind of loosely in case he doesn’t really want to
  • but he really wants to
  • and the blood rushes to his face so quickly when he glances down to see you shyly smiling up at him with your hand in his not quite firmly enough 
  • he laces his fingers through yours and makes sure you know he wants to do this more than anything else 
  • peter kind of adores hand holding
  • it makes him super happy and he feels safe and loved and cared for when you hold his hand for that first time 
  • he swings your hands back and forth between you as you trek to his apartment and he does it an exaggerated fashion that makes you laugh
  • he’s happy, so happy
  • the first time he kisses you is that same day, and it’s also the day he officially becomes your boyfriend
  • basically it’s a day neither you nor him would ever or could ever forget
  • you had just arrived at his building and you were both just standing there staring at each other with your hands still clasped together 
  • he had a dopey little happy adorable grin on his face as he bounced on his heels slightly and that made you smile so hard as well 
  • he looked like the most excited little boy ever 
  • which he was, if you really think about it
  • anyway he kind of just moves his hands up to your face for like a second and he hesitates but you nod and tell him that it’s okay so he presses them against your cheeks
    • “i- i wanna… can i… i’m gonna kiss you is that okay maybe”
    • “yeah pete, that’d be okay with me” you smile really softly at him and he nods again and he’s so nervous
  • he leans in and you lean in and you’re so close that you can practically feel his eyelashes delicately fluttering against your cheeks 
  • and then he closes his eyes and he kisses you and it’s only for like four seconds but it’s okay because you’re sure that it’s the best kiss you’ve ever experienced in your life
  • when he pulls back he’s so blushy and cute and shy with his head ducked slightly so you can’t look at him when he asks the next question
    • “so- um, maybe when i- i introduce you to may, i could possibly call you my… girlfriend? maybe? if you’d like to be…”
  • the cutest babes ever :’))
  • the first time he calls you babe is maybe a week or two later
  • he doesn’t really mean to but it slips out and he can’t take it back
  • after seeing your reaction to it he doesn’t want to it back anyhow but before he notices how bright you beam at him he definitely slaps a hand over his face in embarrassment 
    • because like,,, is that even allowed am i supposed to say things like that what are relationship rules is that okay ohmygod
  • so you’re sitting at his desk and you’re going over calc homework with him and you’ve got a pen cap stuck between your lips as you concentrate and he is on his bed with one hand on his cheek and an elbow propping him so he can gaze at you the way an art connoisseur would admire a painting in the MET and he can’t help it
  • it just slips out like
    • “i got really lucky when i met you babe”
    • but he doesn’T MEAN TO SAY BABE AND HIS HEART KIND OF GOES !!!!!!!! but in a bad way
    • he’s like ah fuck i ruined it
    • but you spin around in his little spinny chair that you love and you grin at him and then he relaxes a bit and thinks hey ok good job peter so suave and charming nice one man and pats himself on the back a bit
    • “babe huh”
    • he tries to play it cool but he squeaks out “ummm yeah well like if you’re cool with it ya know haha” 
  • spoiler alert ! you’re v cool with it
  • the first time he says i love you isn’t during some big grandiose argument about him being spider-man
  • in fact it’s probably the lamest fucking thing ever and he kind of regrets not making it a bigger deal to tell you that he loves you but like whatever
  • it makes for a funny story
  • he’s been up with you the past two weeks studying for a history final that has you stressed out you haven’t kissed him hello in like… two days
  • you get out of your final and you’re like sweating from the stress of it and from holding your breath while answering questions because half of the shit you studied for isn’t on the test??? and like??? american education system whatever bye
  • he doesn’t even have a test that day but he waits outside the room for the hour and a half anyway
    • “you probably aced it babe you’re so smart i bet you did wonderfully i’m so sure of it”
    • “when i go to summer school you’re gonna wanna take those words back peter benjamin parker”
      “shut up let me supportive gosh y/n… anyways wanna go get celebratory donuts, my treat obviously”
    • “yes let’s go right now”
  • so another few days pass and you’re getting the tests back and peter skips the last ten minutes of his advanced english class to linger outside your door so he can be the first to greet you when you leave
  • the bell rings and you’re the last one out 
  • (this is mostly to tease peter because you know he’s outside the door he’s not good at being inconspicuous even if he’s spider-man)
  • you finally come out and he bounds over to you with wide eyes and places his hands on your shoulders 
    • *drmatically* “tell me the news”
    • *sadly* “well i…” *dramatic pause* “acED IT WITH FLYING COLORS PETER I PASSED !!!!!”
    • he practically squeals with happiness and he hugs you so tightly you’re lifted off your feet as he babbles on “oh my gosh i knew you could do it i’m so proud i love you so much you’re so smart i can’t believe i’m with a genius wow”
  • you step back with your mouth sort of agape in shock and peter tilts his head at you in confusion because he didn’t know that he said it just came out like words tend to do with him
    • “peter”
    • “what?????”
    • “you just you loved me”
    • “wait i did” he takes a moment to remember what he said and then he does and he just goes “aw damn it that’s not how i wanted to say it now it’s ruined god damn it”
    • and you’re just like the epitome of the heart eyes emoji because he looks so distraught that he ruined the moment 
    • “peter shut up for a second you dummy i love you so much too”
  • he’s a huge dork
  • but you wouldn’t have it any other way because this is the nerd that you love and would love for as long as possible

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“Hey Tango, not gonna dance?” Jack said, leaning against a wall and next to Tango. 

“I’m going to join in later,” Tango said. “Oh yeah! Earlier I thought you were just coming here to steal our jam! But obviously you came to see-oh!” Tango stopped himself and covered the back of his head. “I almost forgot I should talk about it in public! Sorry Jack!”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “It’s alright, Tango.” 

“It must be awesome dating Bitty! Oh,” Tango covered his mouth, then whispered, “It must be awesome dating Bitty! He’s like the nicest guy ever!” 

Jack looked around, there were no phones recording anything and everyone was drunk already, no need to worry.

“Yeah, it’s been pretty great.”

“So, how did you get him to go out with you? Bitty’s awesome and super nice but he has really high standards.”

Jack almost choked on his drink, but Tango was oblivious and continued talking.

“Once this really handsome football player asked him out and he said no thank you. Oh maybe he doesn’t have really high standards and that was just because he was,” here his voice dropped to a whisper again, “going out with you.”

Jack couldn’t even bother to feel offended by Tango. “Were there other people who wanted to date him?”

Tango started listing. “The guy from the track team who always comes for pies, but maybe that’s just for pies? Uhh, there was someone in his French class who keeps asking me for his number. Our third line center, but I think he’s over his crush now. Sometimes the football team jogs by and comes in to ask for water, but one of them is here for Lardo and another one asks for sweet tea and pie. Bitty’s always down to give them pie! He’s so nice! What was I talking about again?” 

Jack shook his head. “Nothing.” 

“But how can I be talking about nothing? Oh so how did you get Bitty to date you?” 

“Are you interested?” Jack teased. 

“Hmm,” Tango looked deep in thought. 

“I’m just kidding,” Jack said.

“Oh good because it would be really awkward if I told you I was and insulting if I told you I wasn’t, I think? I don’t know. Do you think I’m interested? Bitty’s really nice and good looking.”

“Okay, time to go and get more food, Tango.” Jack pushed him towards the direction of the kitchen.  

“I have it on good authority that you have a high standard for men,” Jack said later in their nightly Skype chats. 

“It’s true, I have a standard that’s almost impossible,” Bitty smiled. 

“Oh? Tell me about it, mon cherie.” 

“Well, first of all they have to be French Canadian, then they have to be named Jack Zimmermann…”

The Girlfriend

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Fandom: Avengers/Marvel
Paring: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Peter Parker goes on a mission to bring back the Winter Solider, but ends up getting beat up really badly. As he’s passing out he calls out for his girlfriend, asking Steve to call her. Everyone is surprised since they had no idea Peter was dating anyone. Fluff, teasing and a little revenge ensues :)
Not really a request…I found this post and was just so inspired!
Warnings: violence, mention of blood, swearing…and a little long. Sorry not sorry lol

It all started with that damn red notebook. 

“We should’ve destroyed it.” Steve said, barely able to look up from the table top.  
“You should’ve kept Bucky asleep in Wakanda.” Tony said roughly, spitting out Bucky’s name. He may have forgiven Steve for their fight during the Accords, but he was far from forgiving Bucky for killing his parents.
“We should’ve known it wouldn’t be safe with SHIELD. Those guys are always having their headquarters either broken into or blown up.” Sam shot back, trying to keep the peace but catering to everyone’s shared distaste for the spy organization.

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Makeup Marichat May, Day 11. Age-up Marinette!

Title: Change
Word Count: 1,934

It’d been a while since he really saw her last. After they’d gone off to university, he’d had a hectic schedule that didn’t allow him much time to socialize with his friends from middle school or high school. Plus, with Nino away in Spain, and Alya’s web journalism internship they hardly had a chance to all get together.

Seeing her now, sitting on her balcony quietly consumed in sketching, Chat Noir was hit with an overwhelming wave of nostalgia.

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