i mean look at that bun

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So exboyfriend!Joshua’s voice message plays while Jun looks over old letters from him, and then currentboyfriend!The8 finds the letters???

EDIT (after multiple replays): Jun went to find Joshua in room 1013 and left a note for The8, idek anymore

yes, i can stick magnets on my arm.

but i only do it for a good cause. the letters are magnetic. repainting the arm is too much work

steve decided he wanted to draw this because the last time i did something like this there wasn’t anything to prove it had happened. (last time i painted ‘die nazi scum’ on the side of a tank which id stolen from the nazis. the 40s were a wild time my friends)

(This is for sale on redbubble, both with and without the text and red circle. A black background version is under the cut, just because it looks cool.)

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bun emoji review

a good friend, tho his head is a lil too small. his eye is also too red, even for albino. 7/10

a good take on a cartoon bun!! that smile must mean she is living a happy life. 9/10 would feed a nanner

oh microsoft, when will your ugly thick lines end? the silhouette looks ok but his tail looks like a backwards broken leg. 6/10 take him to the vet

cute, though the ears are weirdly placed and the nose should not be a pink button. 7.5/10 would still snuggle

outstanding bun loaf anatomy, but where is her tail? 8/10 she looks concerned

would be a neat stylistic friend but he has a single ominous red eye. 4/10 i do not trust him

again with the great anatomy! but that button nose looks weird. 7/10 the texturing is also odd

best bun on list!!!!! he is a nice shade of beige and a+ bode. 10/10 would shower with all the timothy hay and veggies

is this a joke? really now. this is a tailless rat wearing apple slices on his head. ok cosplay tho 1/10

this is also not a bun. this looks like it was supposed to be a dog but the tail, teeth, and ears were changed last second. 2/10 not a bad face though

this “bunny” came from the area of hell where the minions andthe happy meal mascot were spawned. his face terrifies me. 0/10 save your children

not a bad bun, but the red outline is vague and menacing. 6/10 what happened to his ears

7 Best Pets for Littles

1) Dogs, i don’t think this needs an explanation.

2) Betta fish, they don’t require large living space, water filters, or chemicals, so they’re very safe and relatively easier to care for than other fish, and will live a fairly long life.

3) Rodents, for example, guinea pigs and hamsters; they love people and do not require large living space. It is recommended to be gentle with these creatures, they can and will bite if threatened. 

4) Kittens are a good choice for littles with small living space and who need a slightly more independent animal. But this animals still need to be regularly taken to the vet and given immunizations so there is a little more responsibility to cats than the other animals.

5) Reptiles, they are non-allergenic and live a very long time so you littles out there looking for a long term best friend might want to start here. 

6) Birds thrive off the attention us littles would want to give them 24/7. Birds like the parrot is a good place to start if you’ve never owned a bird before, though be cautious, they will need a ton of attention and i mean a ton. 

7) Rabbits, oh my Jesus, rabbits. So soft and friendly, embodiment for the perfection of a pet for a little. These little buns are just absolutely worth it and fairly easy to care for, though again will need proper care and attention.

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*You can select more than one
A P P E R E A N C E

What is this | Not my type | Meh | Ok | Decent | Pretty | Hot | God-like | Call 911 ASAP | *Dead*

T A L E N T

No talent | Bad | Lacks a bit | Ok | Not bad at all | Good shit | Great | Eargasm | One of a kind | LEGEND

F I R S T   I M P R E S S I O N

Rude af | Seems kind of mean | Didn’t have any impression | Normal I guess | Literal cinnamon bun | Looks nice and kind | Precious | Generous | Caring | Sexy af | Innocent | Weird

A Zimbits iteration of the tried and true “bed sharing + clothes sharing + it’s really cold” triple trope (feat. bonus love confessions). 

Bitty wasn’t afraid of storms generally speaking, but this one was downright nasty. The team had walked past upended trees—big ones with years of life in them—on the way back from the store. Powerlines were downed. The heating in the house the hockey team had rented for what was meant to be a nice weekend getaway is non-existent because there’s no power.

Bitty lies in the single bed in the smallest room in the house in the pitch darkness and tries not to jump every time a tree bangs into the glass of his window. It’s all so loud.

So, no, Bitty isn’t scared of storms in general, but he’s scared of this storm. For good reason, it turns out, because not a minute after Bitty wishes he’d bailed out of the trip to stay on campus instead, a tree crashes through his roof.

Not the window he’d feared it coming through. The actual roof.

Bitty screams bloody murder.

The tree limb comes through almost all the way to the floor, and water starts dripping down it, heading toward the carpet. Thankfully, it didn’t crash land onto Bitty’s bed, where it would have skewered Bitty. Bitty’s body is thrumming with adrenaline; half terror, half relief.

The door to his room crashes open and Lardo and Shitty practically fall through.

“Fuck,” Lardo says, shining one of the torches they’d bought earlier at the tree.

“Goddamn,” Shitty states. “You alright, brah?”

Bitty tries to speak but it doesn’t quite work. He realises it’s because his body is locked up, he can’t even move his fingers apart. That’s going to be a problem.

“What’s going on?” Jack comes in behind Lardo and Shitty. A knight in rumpled sleep clothes. He surveys the scene, adding his own torch light to Lardo’s. He manages to look calm, and it helps Bitty to see it.

“You shouldn’t stay in here,” Jack deduces, looking over to Bitty, who is slowly encouraging his limbs into movement.

“No shit,” Lardo adds.

“You can take the floor in our room,” Shitty offers. “We’ll put some pillows down for you.”

“No.” Everyone turns to looks at Jack, surprised. “Stay with me.”

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A SPECIAL THING FOR A SPECIAL PERSON ON THEIR SPECIAL DAY

Happy Birthday WIFE!!!!!!! <33333

OH MY GOSH 

[flynn rider’s off screen voice] “this is the story of how I died”

THANK YOU WIIIIIIIIFE <3333

[SCREAMING] [CLUTCHES HEART]

i put a spell on you (part 1/2, zimbits)

This fic is for the ultra-cool @porcupine-girl who won my Fandom Trumps Hate auction and was so very generous with time and prompt leeway as this fic spun out of control. I hope the resulting silliness was worth the wait! ^_^

Please do me a favor and take nothing in the fic you’re about to read seriously.


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It was unnaturally quiet in the Haus when Bitty crept his way downstairs, picking his way around abandoned solo cups and other party debris to get to the kitchen, Señor Bun hitched on his hip. He swung open the door with a sigh. He had expected the mess, but it was still disappointing to see the sheer amount of trash and spills on the floor after Epikegster the night before. Bitty set his rabbit on the counter and Señor Bun immediately began to sniff around the solo cups.

“Don’t drink anything,” Bitty warned. Señor Bun thumped the counter in protest and Bitty gave him a look and wagged a finger at him. “I mean it.”

The rabbit seemed at least momentarily convinced to stay put so Bitty turned and pulled open one of the bottom cabinets to tear off a new garbage bag from the roll. He made quick work of the various cups and drinks left on the counter and sprayed everything down with bleach before scrubbing away the evidence of any of the sticky tub juice and beer on the counter at least. Señor Bun wrinkled his nose at the bleach but hopped out of the way as Bitty cleaned around him. Bitty’s shoes still stuck to the floor when he moved, but that could be a problem for Ransom and Holster whenever they dragged themselves out of bed. He only needed the clean counter for now.

He checked his phone and rolled his eyes at himself.

“Lord, who am I up at six on a morning after a party like that?” Bitty asked Señor Bun absentmindedly. Señor Bun thumped his foot loudly, registering a complaint at the early hour as well and Bitty scratched behind his ear which elicited even more thumping.

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Positive. // Jeff Atkins

A/N: Tbh who wants this? Like to 90% of people, including myself, teen pregnancy is terrifying when unexpected. Sorry for switching this up a little. I tried to keep it as close as possible while still being realistic. 

Named After: What the test says.


“What do you mean you’re pregnant!?”

 Jeff was walking, pacing, around your room. His fingers running through his hair frantically as he tried to come to terms with the news you just gave him.

 "I mean I’m pregnant. Synonyms include: with child, having a baby, bun in the oven. Pregnant.“

 "Fuck” Jeff mumbled underneath his breath. Honestly, between the two of you, you thought Jeff would take it better. Instead, he was pacing around your room frantically whispering underneath his breath.

 "Are you sure?“ He asks, finally stopping in his tracks to look at you. "You- you- know sometimes those tests are wrong” his hands are flailing everywhere and in your three years of dating you’d never known Jeff to get this nervous.

 "Yeah I’m sure, my mom took me-“ you started to explain.

 "You told your mom?” He asks cutting you off.

 "Yes. Jeff. I was scared, what the hell did you want me to do?“

 He huffs in response, moving around your room again. He was being so…so annoying. It felt like he was interrogating you like you did something wrong. His mouth opens and closes to ask a question several times before he actually speaks up.

 "And you’re sure…it’s mine?” The last part of his question barely comes out as anything more than a whisper. And as it finishes you can feel your stomach drop. You couldn’t believe he’d even ask you that kind of question. You’d given him three years of your life, now he’s acting like you guys were just friends with fucking benefits. You were sad that he was questioning your loyalty but more than anything you were pissed.

 You stare at him, blinking a few times as though it would somehow erase what he said.

 “Get out Jeff”

 Jeff stops, now staring at you as if he heard you wrong. “Wait what?”, he asks, startled by your outburst.

 “I said get the fuck out! We’ve been dating for three fucking years, whose baby would it be?!” The tone of your voice harbors the pain you were feeling and Jeff could hear it. You’re standing now, your hands balling into fists by your side, nails digging into your skin as you try to get a hold of your emotions.

 “If you don’t want the baby, you can just say so and fucking leave. But don’t ask me if it’s yours as if I’ve slept with the entire male population at Liberty.” Your voice cracks and Jeff is walking towards you now shaking his head.

 “I- I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t mean that” Jeff pauses as he takes your hands in his. Unraveling them until his fingers fall in between yours. “I’m just scared”, he whispers to you. His hands move from yours and wrap around you, pulling you into him for a hug. “We graduate this year, and- and I have a full ride to Vanderbilt for baseball. I- I can’t not go. I’m not good at anything else…”

 You can hear it in his voice. The panic about his future, about his dreams. You sigh, breathing him in, taking in the smell of his usual cologne.

 “I am too…asshole. But I’ll have it in the summer. My parents can move there, I’ll go to Vanderbilt with-”

“You don’t want to go there.” He cuts you off resting his head atop of yours. “I don’t want you to just give up your future.”

 “I won’t be. It’s a good school Jeff, and we’ll be together and I have some family in Nashville who can help. We can do it.”, you mumble into his chest. “I promise.”

 He nods, pulling away and placing his forehead on yours. “We can do it”, he whispers back to you, more to confirm it to himself than anything.

 You tilt your head up, kissing him briefly.

 “You’re going to get drafted before we even finish. I’ll get a job and we’ll build our lives together. You’ll have a little boy you can teach baseball to and-”

 “It’s a boy?” Jeff’s smiling for the first time in this whole conversation. You nod, and he wraps you in his arms once again. He’s as excited as you hoped he’d be.

 Smiling down at you Jeff presses a kiss on your lips, soft and meaningful. 

“We can do it…now we just have to tell my parents.”

Goggle (Small!Reader x Hamilsquad)

Words: 2700+

Warnings: Abuse, cursing

Request: Yo how about a fic that’s a reverse of your fic that the reader is from the past and put into the modern world as a smol and meet the modern!hamilsquad??? Idk

A/N: nope, but maybe small drabbles


You looked at the dandelions on your front lawn. They were fully bloomed, their seeds ready to be blown. You crouched down, picking one of them up. The wind picked up immediately, causing the seeds to be blown. Your heart dropped.

Your father would be angry. You quickly threw the stem down on the ground, trying to hide it between the grass. You heard footsteps behind you, and straightened up quickly. Turning around, you came face to face with your brother. He smirked, looking at the dirt on your dress.

“Oh, Pa will be angry.”

“Johnny, please, don’t tell him. Please, can we keep this between us?” He bit his lower lip, thinking. You looked at the lust in his eyes, and quickly regretted asking him for anything. You tried moving around him, but he followed your steps. “Johnny-”

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A Little Less Sixteen Candles - Part 6 [Final]

[A/N: HERE IT IS! Final chapter! I haven’t fully revised this so it could be riddled with mistakes however if it is guys I am sorry! Okay so just a warning there is some cheese, proper cheese, I love cheese and after all the angst it needed plenty to make up for it! Hope you guys like it, I’m really nervous that build up has totally not been worth it but it’s not going to get much better than this. I feel like maybe I kinda rushed the ending but-]

Word Count: 1950 [In total guys this entire fic was 11060 words long and took up 22 Word page documents, what the hell?!]

Originally posted by bysamoylova

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Detention [Zack Taylor x Reader]

Request: Hi do you think you can write something where the reader meets zack in detention and she wasn’t the biggest fan of zack at first but they start to talk get to know each other a little and eventually make plans to hang out Outside of detention and the reader starts to realize she may have a bit of a crush on him

Word Count: 3,277 (idk how this became so long…)

A/N: Hello Darkness my Old Friend. I feel like the pacing could have been better. And also I feel like I could have written Zack better. Because of the way this ended, I would not mind writing a squeal for it. If you all wanted one of course!

Tag List: @zacktxylor@weasleygirl7@themorphinggrid

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Frat!Mendes: Pt. 1

pls enjoy this 1.5k vacuole of shit that i couldn’t get right but like we just ~rollin with it bc nothin much has happened so far so soz if this is high key boring but like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   what’re ya gonna do #amirite ps thx to my bitch ass friend lucinda for helping talk me thru this shit even tho she hates me and i hate her milk baggin’ ass okay i’m done with my soliloquy happy reading don’t fall asleep. 


You walk into your first Gen Chem II lecture of the semester with the same anxious feelings that you always have. Where are you gonna sit? Is anyone gonna talk to you? What if you don’t understand any of the material and your professor calls on you?

You take a deep breath and seat yourself in the dead center of the lecture hall, hoping to just blend right into the crowd like usual. You get out your notebook, calculator and a pencil, and you throw your hair into a bun to get ready to focus on the notes. You’re relatively early to the class, but the professor seems to be in a rush to get started, so she begins her lecture ahead of schedule.

Halfway into introducing herself to your class, the auditorium doors swing open and a group of 4 boys stumble into the room, pushing one another in and laughing rather obnoxiously. The class goes dead silent as the teacher abruptly stops her monologue and darts her gaze directly at the group of boys.

“Unless you clowns have a circus act prepared to show the class, I suggest you find your seats, and quietly please.” The professor snaps at them, causing the boys to chuckle guiltily, elbowing each other and pushing one another up the steps to one of the higher rows in the hall.

You watch as they take a turn down the row in front of the one you’re seated in and start shuffling to the three empty seats directly in front of you. The first two boys make it past you with no problems, but the last boy manages to accidentally knock your calculator off of the table top with his bookbag and you hear it hit the ground causing yet another clatter in the auditorium.

The boy bends down and picks up your calculator, placing it on top of your readied notebook. “Sorry ‘bout that, hun.” He says to you with a wink and a flashy smile, before sitting in the chair right in front of you. For the entire class period, you catch yourself doing nothing but staring at the backside of this boy, noticing everything from the slight curls in his hair, to the tightness of his shirt, to the greek letters on his back: ΔΣΦ.

No wonder they’re asshats, you think to yourself, They’re frat boys.

You slump into your seat, trying to ignore the fact that the boy sitting in front of you is arguably one of the most attractive guys you’ve ever come across. He’s a frat boy. Never in a million years would you ever get involved with a frat boy.

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All the cool kids are doing it, so I wrote my first OMG, Check Please! fic… I blame @wrathofthestag, who sent me a picture that I had to turn into a fic. I also blame @disraeligearsgoestumblin, @victorineb and @wraithsonwingsposts - you all are terrible influences! 

         Bitty was toweling off his hair when he heard his phone buzz. Resigned to the fact that the Georgia humidity was going to ruin any careful sculpting he wanted to do, Bitty huffed a sigh and went to check his phone.

        J-Z: Thank you for the cookies, Bittle.

         Bitty grinned at the text. He paused before typing, wondering if he shouldn’t cover himself up before responding to Jack. He gnawed his lip for a minute and smiled. Well, if he got a little thrill out of texting his crush in the buff – that was between him and the lord, no reason for Jack Zimmermann to worry his pretty little head over it.

        Me: Anytime, honey.

         Bitty sighed and flopped on his bed, phone resting on his chest. Lord, just thinking about that boy made him feel flushed. He gave a little yelp when the phone buzzed again, sending a tingle through his body.

        J-Z: What are you up to?

         “This boy,” Bitty said to Señor Bun, who offered Bitty a sympathetic look.

        Me: Nothing much. Just working out and eating more protein!

        J-Z: Haha.

         “Lord, he puts a period after everything,” Bitty showed the text to Bun.

         Me: I am! I’ve been doing the chest press variations you showed me, I think it’s made a big difference.

         J-Z: Yeah?

         “Yeah?” Bitty looked at Bun. “What the hell does yeah mean?”

         It sounded kind of like flirting, but one never knew with Jack. He could just want Bitty’s new chest measurements to mark off on some sort of Team Workout Progress chart he made in his spare time.

         “He’s not flirting, Jack isn’t programmed to flirt…right?”

         Bun didn’t seem to have a lot of thoughts on the subject. Bitty looked at the text one more time and screwed up his mouth. Well, Jack wanted to know about his progress, maybe Bitty should show him. Just because Jack was a hockey robot didn’t mean Bitty couldn’t have a little harmless fun flirting.

         “He’ll probably just think it’s informative, right?”

         Before Bun could talk him out of it, Bitty hopped up. Running a hand through his hair, Bitty held out the camera, made his signature selfie face, framed the shot to show off his chest and abs, and flexed his pecs. His heart was hammering, so he took one second to check his face in the picture and then immediately sent it to Jack.

         Me: Much better, right?

         Bitty sat his phone down and shivered, the AC finally driving him to put some clothes on. When he was decent, he checked his phone – no new messages.

         Bitty frowned. Not even a haha for his efforts? That was disappointing. On a whim, he checked the conversation – maybe Jack had responded and his phone had just failed to notify him? Bitty looked at the texts, nothing since he sent the picture.

         The picture.

         What was that in the background?

         Bitty pulled up the pic and promptly dropped his phone.

         His mirror. The full-length mirror that Moomaw had given to him on his 14th birthday. Bitty hadn’t even noticed it behind him. Sadly the camera had, offering the viewer a full-length view of Bitty’s completely naked backside.

         “Oh God,” Bitty whispered, wrapping Bun in a panicked hug. “I just sexted Jack Zimmermann.” 

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Lips || Jack

Jack masterpost found here

Word count - 1,326

Summary - The one where Jack gives you some assurance.

SMUT WARNING

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You and Jack were having a lovely evening in. After ordering pizza take away, drinking some wine, and watching a film, you were both now laying on your bed contently. Your head was on his chest and he had his fingers in your hair. As you looked up at him, you kept finding more things about him that you enjoyed. He was just so nice to look at. “Why are you with me?” you voiced suddenly. The amount of alcohol you had consumed (though minimal) clearly was impairing your filter.

“What are you talking about?” Jack almost laughed.

“I don’t know,” you said, still staring at him. He was looking down at you now too with a look of confusion written in his eyes. “You just, well, you look like that and I look like this,” you laughed lightly.

“Oh shut up,” Jack laughed back. “What are you even talking about?”

“I’m being serious!” you pressed. “You could have a million other girls who look way better than I do and who are way cooler than me and you choose me. I guess I still just don’t get it.”

“You’re being crazy,” Jack said with a shake of his head.

“I’m just thinking out loud,” you said. “Like, I mean, look at your eyes, right? They’re the clearest most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Mine are brown. Just plain old brown.”

“Now that’s not true,” Jack said, frowning a bit. “Yeah, your eyes are brown, but when I look I see little sparks of gold. I don’t have that.”

“I guess,” you mumbled. “Well, I like your hair. It’s always soft and looks flawless.”

“Your hair never tangles and somehow when you wake up you can put it in the most perfect bun,” Jack said. “How do you do that?”

“I like your tattoos.”

“I like your soft skin.”

“I like your smile.”

“I like your laugh.”

“I like your lips.”

“I like how my lips can touch you and you’ll react the same way every time.”

At this, you blushed a bit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you huffed.

“Don’t you?” Jack teased. “So, if I kissed you right here,” he paused and let his finger trace along your jaw, “you wouldn’t let out the tiniest moan?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said again firmly.

Naturally, as Jack was a guy who always had to prove a point, he quickly placed his lips on your skin, kissing softly along your jaw. He stopped just below your ear and nipped at the skin a bit. As badly as you tried to hold back a moan, a faint one escaped your lips.

“Mhmm,” Jack hummed against your skin. “That’s what I thought.”

He had pushed you onto your back now and you stared up at him, your cheeks a little pink. “And if I kiss here,” he said, tracing down your neck to the low collar of your shirt, “I won’t get the same reaction?” Before you could even offer a reply, Jack began kissing down your neck to where your shirt exposed the curve of your chest. There, he nipped at your skin and began sucking harshly. You couldn’t help but arch your back a bit and let out another quiet moan.

Jack continued to do this all the way down your body. He had discarded your shirt and was now working at your leggings. He kissed down your body as every inch of your skin was exposed. When your leggings were off, he slowly (agonizingly slowly) kissed back up your right leg. He stopped when he got to the hem of your panties. You desperately wanted him to take them off of you, but he instead went to your other leg and kissed down that as well. “Jack,” you finally said, your voice coming out as no more than a whisper.

“What is it?” he asked, looking up at you with a cheeky smirk.

“You know what,” you said, almost begging now.

“I don’t,” he lied. “I need you to tell me.”

“Jack,” you whined.

“(Y/N),” he teased.

“I need you to touch me,” you said.

“Where?”

“Jack please.”

“I just don’t know what you want me to do.”

“Jack I need you to touch me, there,” you said. “Please, you know what I mean.”

“Begging is very becoming of you,” Jack laughed. He kissed back up your legs and, just when you thought he was going to touch you, stopped. “Now, do you want my fingers or my mouth or-”

Anything Jack,” you said. “I don’t care. Surprise me. Anything. I need you.”

Jack laughed again and hooked his fingers around your panties and slid them down your legs. He brought his face closer to where you wanted him the most, and you felt his fingers touch your skin. The small touch alone set a shock through your body. Needless to say, when you felt his tongue lick a single strip along your folds, you let out a loud moan. His tongue continued to work inside you as his hands held your legs apart. “Oh my god, Jack,” you said, gripping his hair in your fingers. He hummed and looked up at you with his tongue still sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. “Jack,” you whimpered, “I’m getting close.”

To push you farther, Jack pushed a finger inside you while still flicking his tongue against your clit. Only moments after he added a second finger, you came, calling out his name loudly as you did so. Jack stayed where he was for a moment, letting you ride out your high. By the time you managed to catch your breath, Jack was already stripped, pumping himself as he waited for you. When you looked up at him, he smiled and placed a kiss to your lips. Then, he lined himself up with you and pushed into you. Once he got to a steady pace, he looked down at you again with such loving eyes. He leaned down and placed gentle kisses to your neck while your hands reached up and tangled themselves in his hair again.

Jack was moving at such a loving pace which was somewhat abnormal for the two of you. Jack was usually so dominant and rough, so to see this side of him was making you fall in love with him all over again. “Are you close, babe?” he asked as he let his hand go between the two of you to rub your clit. The feeling made you gasp.

“Yeah,” you said.

“Me too,” he groaned, his lips still close to your ear.

“Fuck, Jack,” you said, wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to get closer to him (as if that was physically possible). “You’re so hot, Jack. And so fucking good to me.”

“(Y/N),” he said back, your name falling as a moan from his lips. Hearing him say that sent you over the edge, and that set Jack off as well. You were both breathing heavily when Jack pulled out of you and laid beside you on the bed. He was sweating and you turned on your side, reaching out to brush some hair away from his forehead. He gave you a tired smile then pulled you into his chest to lay on top of him.

“You know how much I love you, don’t you?” he asked, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.

“I do,” you said, smiling down at him.

“I don’t like when you doubt yourself,” he said softly. “You are incredible and beautiful and so so sexy. You shouldn’t compare yourself to anyone else, because you’re you and that’s what I like the most.”

You smiled and leaned down to press a small kiss to his lips again. “Thank you,” you said to him.

“For the sex or the compliment?” he teased.

You laughed. He couldn’t be serious for too long.

“Both.”

anonymous asked:

why don't some artists not want their stuff tagged as kin/me/etc? I'm not accusing just wondering because I could think of a few but I dunno

I’ve already talked about this here and here.

BUT, again, in summery: my art is mine, from my head, often of my characters or very personal designs of mythical characters. It is not of or for anyone else. It’s not a pic of you or your kinself. I’ve had people say stuff like “Wow, what a cool pic of me!”, and while that might initially seem flattering, it fuckin burns my biscuits because it is not a picture of them. It’s MY inner dialogue that I’ve brought into the world and having someone say that is demeaning my artistic processes and interpretations. Am I drawing a headcanon of a wendigo that you personally designed? Fanart of something you brought into the world on your own creative power? No? Then fuck off. I did the legwork here, buddy, and you can appreciate it without stepping on my toes.

“Hey, this looks exactly like my true form, nice.” Oh, DOES it? I just plucked this design out of whatever alternate universe your kinself reside in (or whatever), and exhibited no creative process? Fuck you. Maybe people don’t mean it like that when they write those things, but you know what? That’s how a lot of artists interpret it. And you ARE staking a claim to my work in some fashion, naively or not. 

I know people don’t mean to toast my buns when they write stuff like that, so I can’t be mad at people individually. I know it seems like an innocent association. But it is still a form of claiming something that isn’t yours and is, in fact, extremely personal to the creator. If otherkin can respect each other in elaborate ways like the whole “don’t follow me if you’re same kin/from the same universe” thing, then yall should be able to respect artists.

A Higher Education PT.3

Summary: Shawn and yourself are best friends at University. 

Word Count: 6,903

A/U: Enjoy yall! 

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Over the course of the following weeks, things were getting worse. I began to second guess myself with Shawn on almost everything. I’d ask myself almost every time if I was just being friendly or if I was flirting. Growing more unsure I felt the line of my friendship and my feelings beginning to blur. The more I grew unsure the more uncomfortable and tense I grew around Shawn, he had probably had no idea of this tension and never picked up on how I was feeling but that was because I was hiding it well. Nevertheless, there was a new wedge in our relationship and I had created it unintentionally.

It didn’t help either that Shawn and Lindsey’s relationship was slowly blossoming.

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The Mask

a/n: this is just because i get cinderella vibes from “i don’t even know your name” and i’ve always wanted to go to a masquerade ball for some reason


The rapid knocking on your door distrubed your study session, causing you to groan. Standing up, you opened the door and saw your friend smiling brightly, pushing herself into your apartment. “Um, come in, why don’t you?” You asked, closing the door. “What’s up? Thought you had a meeting or something?”

“I didn’t need to stay.” She waved off that idea, and unlocked her phone. “But I got a text from Emily, and she said that there’s this masquerade thing next weekend and apperently a lot of people are going so I thought it would be a good idea if we went! You’re always complaining about not having a boyfriend so maybe this will be your chance to find one! And look really pretty, too!”

You laughed, sitting on your couch. “A masquerade ball?” You pondered the idea for a few moments. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go. Seems fun.”

“But there will be free drinks and- wait, did you say you’d go?” Your friend asked, stopping herself. Apparently she thought you wouldn’t want to go.

“Yeah, I could use some fun, and I think a masquerade ball would be really fun!” You nodded, picking up your book. “Now shoo, I need to study for a test.”

Your friend nodded, going to the door. “I’ll text you when we can go get dresses! And a mask! We need to wear masks!” She let herelf out of the apartment, and you rolled your eyes, excited for the party.

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Peter Pan Imagine\I haven’t done it yet

You soon realize Peter hasn’t done “it” yet…

Warnings: Smut,cursing,virginity

You lay down with Peter just like every other night, it was date night so the lost boys were put to bed and it was just you and him.

You two were laughing the night away, telling jokes and stories, same old stuff but it never got boring with him.

“That joke was not funny.” he said 

“Shut up it totally was!” pushing him and he laughs

You loved his laugh, it brought you happiness, and made you feel warm inside

You kiss him and he kisses you back

“What was that for?” he asked

“Just because.” you said  as you smiled

“Well why thank you love.” he said

“Can we play a game?” you asked

“Like what?” he said a little taken back

“Like charades!” you almost yelled

“Charades?” he cocked a brow, smiling

“Please Peter…” you begged

“Fine fine, but you’re going first” he said

You guys played for about 30 minutes

“I feel like I’m dating a little girl.” he said

You pouted at that “Hey!”

“Oh I’m joking love.” he smiles

“Well it wasn’t funny.”  you folded your arms

“Hey hey hey, cm’ere, “ he said heavily.

Which made you giggle and feel warm inside

He grabbed you and put you on the bed with him and gave you a kiss, with that you kissed him back.

“Okay okay , let’s continue this horrid game.” Peter joked

“Actually Peter, I was kinda wondering..” you mumbled the rest

“We what? Did you want to do something else?” he asked

‘“Maybe like you know, it”  you looked down

“Oh!” Peter made an o shape with his mouth “Listen love maybe we should get some rest now , it’s getting late.” 

“Why do you always do this?” You ask , a little irritated 

“Well…”

“Well what Peter?” you say

“It’s just that…” he starts to mumble as well

“Am I not pretty enough?” you start to doubt yourself

“NO! “ He almost shouts, “It’s not you, it’s never you love, it’s me.”

“Well what about you Peter?”

“I’m a virgin! There I said it!” he shouts

Your eyes are blank, you had no idea, the Peter Pan, was a virgin, you couldn’t believe it.

‘“I must sound like a complete loser.” he puts his head down

“Peter no.. it’s cute really.” you smiled

“It’s cute?” he said as his face expression turns into disgust

“Why haven’t you old me ?” you asked

“Because it was never a big deal love, we never had to talk about it, until now.” he said

“So what have you done?” you asked

“I just kissed love, kissed, held hands, that’s it.” he looks at you.

“Could we maybe ?” you ask

“What “it” tonight? Love I don’t know…”  he scratches his head

“Peter..” you start to whine

“Love it’s quite intimidating knowing you have and I haven’t” he confessed

“I understand.” you hold his hands and smile

“I mean I really like you Y/n,like a lot.” he holds your hand even tighter

“I like you too Peter, this is why I want to do … it.” you shrug.

Peter looks at you and smiles, you were so damn beautiful to him, your hair was messy, in a bun, you were wearing one of his shirts and your booty shorts. Sure he wanted you, and he could have you, and if you were willing to give it to him,he was done denying it, after all Peter Pan never fails.

“I mean, I guess we could…” he cocks a brow

“Really?” you smile

“Y-yeah.” he said a little intimidated

“Are you sure?” you asked

“I am love.” he looked you in your eyes, and you knew he was being hones, he was ready, and you were too.

You go to the door and lock it.

“Lights on or off?” you asked

“On ?” he questioned

“We’ll dim them.” you giggle

You get on top of him and start to kiss his neck

“Y/n you’ve been the best thing, in my life.” he said

You head shot up and looked at him, “Really?” 

“Yes love. Really.”

You kiss him and he tenses up, you could feel his arms and his muscles , you rest your hands on his arms, signaling it was okay, he looks at you with a smile, and a nod.

You kiss his neck and start to pull up his shirt, you take it off and oh my fuck.

He body was gorgeous, it just as you would imagine, he had abs and his stomach was so soft, you ran your fingers up and down, taking it all in, what a sight to see.

You kiss more down to his stomach and you saw his partner get hard, you smiled at that, as you start to un buckle his belt he started to tense up.

“Do you want to stop?” you asked

“No love I’m fine.” he took a deep breath

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” you say

He nods, he never told you, but he loved that you were in charge, sure he was king of Neverland, but the fact that you were doing everything, turned him on.

After his pants were off you quickly took off yours, and he looked at you in disbelief.

“No fucking way are you that perfect.” he says

“You giggle and start to straddle him.

You’re kissing him hardcore now, make out session.

You running your fingers through his hair, and Peter starts to rub his hands all over your body, and his partner starts to poke your stomach, you look at it, and you looked at him

“What?” he said in a tired sexy voice

“I just hope you want me as much as I want you.” you looked down

“Hey.” he lifted your chin up with his finger “I’ve always wanted you, from day one, that’s why I made you my one and only lost girl, no one, and I mean no one can take that title away from you, do you understand?” he looked deep into your eyes.

You nod, “ Yes Peter.” with a smile

With that you push him down so that he is laying on the bed, you star to kiss and suck his neck, getting moans out of him, which made you happy.

“Y/n…” he would moan your name, wanting you second by second

You grab his dick and let it slide into you

Peter moth opened wide and you never heard him moan so loud in your life, it was so fucking sexy.

You start to grind on his slowly so that he can adjust himself if he needs to, you see his face, it’in complete pleasure, the way he bites his lips, the way he is grabbing your hips, it’s all such a turn on.

You start to bonce up and down,on him, he starts to bite his finger

“Fuck Y/n..” he would say, making you feel confident

He would rub his hands all over your body, rub your tits and play with your nipples making them  hard, he sucked on them as well, getting moans out of you. He would grab your ass and smack it,getting yells and screams, it brought him pleasure.

“My turn.” he said as he flipped you over and started to pound you, fuck he was good for his first time, but what do you expect from Peter Pan?

You dug your nails into his arms, making him feel like he was doing right.

Peter sucked on your neck , leaving hickeys and what not, marking his territory.

“Peter I’m close.” you moan

“I am too, what do I do?” he asked

“You cum!” you yell

“In you?” he asked as he’s still pounding you

“Yes Peter FUCK!” you yell as you cum

He quickly goes faster but gets sloppier and then comes in you.

His hair was a mess, he had beads of sweat drip from his forehead, you wiped them off and kissed him

“I love you Y/n.” he tells you, still on top of you and in you

“I love you too Peter.” you smile