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Virgin (Luke)

Rating: R

Pairing: Luke x Y/N

Request: No

Summery: Bad boy Luke takes nerdy Y/N’s V card. 

I’ll admit it, I’m a virgin. It’s not like I’m saving myself til marriage or anything special like that, but I wasn’t going to whore myself out like a prostitute either. I mean, no one’s ever tried anything with me. Mostly because I was the nerdy girl in the class. 

The pencil behind the ear, thick glasses and sweater type of girl. I’m smart, and kind of a know-it-all. So as you can see, no one wants to have sex with the boring smart girl. I didn’t have that many friends as a result of this.

“Alright class, settle down. We have a new student.” Ms. Martins said, motioning to the tall blonde boy next to her. He had a black lip ring and ripped black skinny jeans. I could see a rose tattoo peaking out from under his black and white striped shirt. “Luke, would you like to introduce yourself.”

“Well, I’m Luke Hemmings. I moved here from Sydney. I like bands.. That’s about it.” He says, playing with his lip ring. I could already tell he was going to be popular, just by the way he stands. Not to mention Kristen Matters was already swooning over him. I could almost guarantee that he would be sitting at the popular kids table at lunch. 

“Alright then, why don’t you go sit next to Y/N in the back.” Ms. Martins instructs before beginning to start class. Luke sits next to me, staring. He had this bad-boy, intimating aura about him that made me shrink in my seat. I quickly jotted down the notes as they left Ms. Martin’s mouth, Luke just stared at me.

“Y/N was it? Beautiful name, darling.” Luke says, leaning closer to me. I almost don’t hear him as I’m too focused jotting down notes. He outstretches his hand to me, I look at him with a puzzled expression. “Shake my hand, darling.”

“Why?” I ask, slowly reaching my hand to his, he takes my hand and kisses it.

“Your skin is so soft.” He mumbles as he pulls away.

“Mr. Hemmings,  I’m sorry to interrupt the love-feast going on with Ms. Y/L/N but I’m sure we wouldn’t want the principle to talk to you on the first day.” Ms. Martins says, the entire class turns back to stare at us. I feel heat rise in my cheeks as I snatch my hand away from Luke and put my head down.

Ms. Martins went on teaching and I quickly jot down the notes, refusing to look at either Luke or any of my peers. Every so often, one of them would sneak a glance back at me and Luke. This didn’t seem to phase him but made me blush.

“Y’know, you’re cute when your flustered.” He whispers to me.

“Please, Luke. Just leave me alone.” I whisper back. 

“Why? You scared you’re gonna start liking me and stop focusing on your studies.” He suggests. “Or is it that you’re a virgin and have no idea what the fuck you’ll do and are scared to embarrass yourself?”

“Leave me alone, Luke.” I snap a bit too loudly. 

“Mr. Hemmings, one more time and I send you to the principal’s office.” Ms. Martins snaps.

“Sorry, teach. I’m a bit distracted by Y/N.” Luke says, causing eyes to dart my way. 

“How so?” Ms. Martins asks, knowing my meek and quiet demeanor. 

“Oh you know.” Luke shrugs. Ms. Martins rolls her eyes and continues to teach. This has been the longest class ever. Class continues as such, Luke getting in trouble and me avoid glances. Eventually, the lunch bell rings and I scurry off to the cafeteria. As I wait in the lunch line, Kristen Matters and her friends stand behind me. 

“That Luke guy is so hot! You should totally date him, Kristen!” One of Kristen’s squeaky high pitched voiced friends say to her. 

“I know right! They’d be so cute together! I bet he’d be a good fuck too! Right, Kristen?” Another friend says. 

“Yeah, we could do it in my car after prom or something.” Kristen says. “But the fucks up with that Y/N chick? I didn’t even know she existed until he was like oogling her!” 

“And like, how could she just reject him like that? For a nerd, she’s pretty fucking stupid.” The first friend says. I ignore them and take my food to the library, on my way out seeing Luke sitting at the popular table. School passes and buzzes with the gossip of the new kid. I board my bus and sit at the front, the bad kids sit at the back. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask as Luke walks down the slim isle way. 

“This is my bus. What are you doing here?” I question.

“This is my bus.” Luke says, taking a seat next to me. “Mind if I sit here?” 

Yes.” I say.

“Too bad. Guess you’ll just have to live with seeing me every day until you graduate.” Luke smiles. I groan and scoot closer to the window, Luke’s leg touches mine. I feel him put his hand on my exposed knee, I cross my legs. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

“Shut up, so what.” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“So that means you’ve never had an orgasm.” Luke says.

“Shut up, Luke.” I say, irradiated by his forwardness. 

“Oh, poor Y/N, she’s never had an orgasm.” He chuckles. “What are you like religious or something? No sex til marriage type of thing?” 

“No, I’m just not one of the many harlots you spend your time with.” I state.

“You mean Kristen and her friends?” He says. I nod. “You know maybe you’d get laid if you weren’t such a stuck up bitch.” 

“And maybe if you weren’t such a filthy minded pig we could have had a civilized conversation about the weather and such.” I huff, recrossing my arms. Luke rolls his eyes and looks the other way. The bus comes to a stop on Maple drive. Luke starts to get up and leave the bus, sadly this was also my stop. I ended up walking behind Luke as we both headed home. 

 “What? Are you hear to harass me some more? Or say you’re sorry and give me head?” Luke snaps at me, his black messenger bag slinging off his shoulder. 

“None of the above, I’m heading to my house.” I said pointing to my house.

“Fuck, you live next door from me? So there’s literally no way to avoid you? Oh no.” Luke says. I groan and just speed walk to my house. Luke watches me enter before continuing on to his home. I finish up some homework and eat dinner. I then lay on my bed in my underwear and a big teeshirt reading a book. I hear a tap at my window. 

Luke pears in from behind the window, perched on the roof. I walk over and open it. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” I snap at him.

“Well hello to you too. Can I come in?” Luke asks still perched.

“How the hell did you get up here?” I ask.

“Hopped your fence and climbed up the side.” He states. “I’m enjoying this outfit selection.”

“Shut up. Why are you here?” I mark the page I was reading and return it to my shelf. “I swear if you say ‘to get head’ or anything along those lines I’ll push you out the window.”

“I wanted to say sorry for teasing you. I mean, it’s not your fault you’ve never had an orgasm. I mean probably.” He says.

“Sorry my sex life isn’t as interesting as yours, Luke. But not a lot of people want to sleep with a girl who dresses like a catholic school girl.”

“I do.” Luke says.

“What?”

“I want to sleep with you.” Luke says.

“You know I’m a virgin?” I inquire, very confused that someone would find me remotely attractive. 

“Only makes you hotter. You know how hot it is for a guy to like.. Mark his territory. Like when America landed on the moon. It’s kinda like that.” Luke rambles, I notice a bulge in his jeans. “So, Y/F/N, can I take your virginity?”

“I- sure. Yes. You can take my virginity.” I say, blushing as I say the words. Luke grins and locks my door. 

“You’ve kissed a boy before, right?” 

“Yeah..” I blush. Luke gently cups my face before pressing his lips to mine. I kiss back timidly, he brings his tongue to my bottom lip. I open my mouth and let him explore. I feel butterflies in my stomach as Luke pulls me into his lap. I straddle him, arms loosely hanging around his neck. Luke starts to kiss down my neck and I gently pull on his hair, making him groan. He leaves hickeys down my neck and too the collar of my shirt. 

“C-can I take your shirt off?” I ask, shifting on his lap. He lets out a breathy groan. 

“Please, darling.” He smirks. I meekly take it off and put it on the floor. I admire his toned physic. I gently place a kiss by his ear and down his neck, his body is tense and breathing hard. I start to suck on an area wear his neck and shoulders meet. “Princess, you’re gonna make me cum in my pants by how fucking innocent you are. Can I please get you started on so you actually can loose your virginity?”

I nod and Luke quickly flips us. Luke gently removes my shirt, biting his lip ring as he takes in the sight of my bare breasts. He places kisses to each nipple before taking one between his teeth gently. I throw my head back on the bed and arch my back.

“I see someone likes that.” He says cockily. He leaves my breast and starts down to my naval. He places a kiss on my belly button, making me giggle. He then leans down farther and pulls my blue panties down with his teeth. i gasp at the sudden temperature change on my clit. “Easy there, darling.”

Luke spread my legs, placing a kiss just above my clit before slowly kissing down. I groan at his teasing, he chuckles and licks a long stripe up my folds. I groan and tangle my fingers in his hair. Luke circles my clit with his tongue before licking a flat stripe from the bottom to the top. All I knew was pure pleasure as my legs shook with pleasure.

“Mmm, you like this don’t you?” Luke hummed on my cunt.

“Fuck you, Luke.” I groaned out. He pulled away from me, his face dripping with my juices.

“Well that’s no way to talk to the guy that’s gonna give you your first orgasm?” Luke asks, tilting his head. I sit up and grab his face, pressing my lips to his. He smirks into the kiss and grabs my breast, making me groan. 

“Please, Luke.” I beg, breaking the kiss. Luke’s eyes roll in the back of his head at my words.

“Fuck, Y/N. It’s so hot when you beg me.” Luke groans, rubbing himself through his jeans. “Please, princess.”

“Luke please fuck me, I’m so fucking desperate. I need your big cock.” I groan, my eyes fluttering shut. Luke smirks and kisses me, I lay back on the bed.

“Who would have known the nerdiest girl in school was so desperate for the bad boy’s dick.” Luke chuckles, unzipping his pants. He aggressively tries to yank them down. His erection visible through his grey boxers. “Enjoying the view, sugar? You can touch it princess, no need to be scared of it.”

I gingerly reach my hand out and stroke him through his boxers, he bites his lip as he watches me. I slowly pull down his boxers and gawk. He’s bigger than I thought. 

“Are you sure this’ll fit?” I ask timidly, looking up at him through hooded eyes. 

“You virgins are so cute.” He says, seeming to strain against his urge to bang me into an oblivion.  “Always asking strange questions. Of course it’ll fit, just be a little snug.”

I slowly reach my hand out to his erection. I place a kiss to the tip, making him hiss. I then slowly pump him in my hand, he bites his lip. I look up to him, batting my eyelashes. 

“Y/N, I’m seriously going to cum if you don’t stop.” Luke says, I slowly stop. “There’s a condom in the back pocket of my jeans. Grab that for me?” 

I reach into the back pocket, shaking from anticipation. I hand him the foil package. Luke leans over and kisses my forehead as he rolls the condom onto the length.

“You can tell me whenever you want to stop and we will.” Luke states, I nod and he kisses me again. I then lay down on the bed, legs spread. He then settles between my legs, kissing my neck as he slowly places his tip to my entrance. “Ready?”

“Ready.” I say. Luke slowly pushes himself into me. I his at the sting of my walls stretching around him. 

“Holy fuck you’re tight.” He groans, wheezing. He then bites his lip and throws his head back. “Can I move?”

“It feels weird but yes.” I say, biting my lip. Luke slowly moves his hips, I scrunch my face. A lone tear trails down my cheek, Luke slowly reaches his hand down and quickly rubs my clit. Luke continues to slowly pump in and out of me, going deeper and deeper each time. 

“HOLY FUCK!” I groan, thrusting my hips up. 

“I think we just found your G-spot, princess.” Luke chuckles. “Let’s play with that.”

Luke thrusts into that spot again, hard. I squeal raking my nails down his back. Luke picks up speed and thrusts into my G-spot. I lean up to his neck and press kisses down it. I feel my walls clench around him as my orgasm grows near. 

A wave of pleasure washes over me, I squeal and rake my nails down his back, leaving marks. I thrust my hips up to meet him. Luke groans and kisses me. He aggressively starts thrusting into me, I feel him release into the condom. I squeal in pleasure as it finally ends.

Luke pulls out and rolls over next to me. I whimper at the sudden emptiness and roll over to face him. Luke is panting and looking up at the ceiling. 

“I can’t believe it, I just fucked the school nerd.” He chuckles. “You’re really good in bed, Y/N. We should do this more often.”

“Thanks, Luke. We should totally do this again.”  

Insecurities - Part Two

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1928

Author’s Note: So, some people wanted a part two to this and if you know me, I’m a sucker for happy endings. Thank you to the lovely @celestial-writing for proofreading and giving me feedback, love youuuu. Enjoy babes! Also, requests are open!


Originally posted by sensualkisses


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Jackson x Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: hints of smut


“Leave me alone.” You snapped as your skirt was tugged at and lewd jokes were thrown around.

“Guys come on… let’s just go.”  Danny mumbled and grabbed someone’s hand before they could slap your ass, he jerked his head and you smiled before hurrying off to the library where Matt was reading.

“I hate Jackson and his friends.” You huffed and slammed your bag on the table.

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Mythical Creature//Scott McCall

Please let me know what you think! I’d love to make this a series!

Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Reader.

You dig your heel into the man below you. You pick your leg up and stomp down before bending over. “How many times will I have to say it, Brandon? Stay. Away. From. My. Coven.” You lift your heel up, the blood covering it not phasing you.

“Baby, it’s my coven too. We did this together. This is our power.”

“I want nothing to do with you. You’re a traitor. You lost me, the coven, and the power when you went behind our backs on the deal. Come after us again and I’ll kill you. That’s a promise.” You pick your purse up and head out the door, stopping in the mirror to fix your lipstick before your first day at Beacon Hills High School.

You walk inside, the smell making you nauseous. You could smell the cheap cafeteria “food” from a mile away. You make your way around before walking into your first period class. You take a seat near the front.

You hear the whispers, the questions. You simply roll your eyes, sitting up as the he enters the room. He’s tall, maybe six foot max. The dimples in his cheeks have an effect over you you’d never felt before. He’s got a tattoo on his arm, two simple bands. He walks past you, the smell of him telling you he’s a werewolf.

You bite your lip, his friend turning to look at you. You give him a smile over your shoulder before turning around.

You sit through class doing the math in your head. You had to know who he was, but you were drawing a blank. The bell rang and you stood up after stuffing your books in your bag. You head for the door when you hear someone calling you.

“Hey, you’re new right?” It’s dimples and his friend, dimples junior.

“Yeah. My first day.” You smile. You give him a once over, easily sizing him up.

“I’m Scott. Scott McCall.” He reaches out to shake your hand. A McCall. Not what you expected.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” The two of you shake hands.

“I’m Stiles. Not that that seems to matter right now. Stiles Stilinski.”

“Stilinski? Your dad’s the sheriff, right?” It wouldn’t hurt to have the law on your side.

“Yeah…that he is.” He nods.

“So, what’s your next class?” Scott asks you.

“Oh, uh…” You look at your schedule. “English 4.”

“Me too! I can walk you there.”

“That’d be nice.” You smile. Scott tells Stiles goodbye and the two of you walk down the hall together.

“So, where’d you move here from?”

“Savannah.” Kind of a lie.

“Georgia? What’re you doing all the way over here? One of your parents get a job?”

“No, I’m emancipated. I just thought California was a nice change.” A huge lie.

“Emancipated, huh? What’s it like?”

“Not as glorious as you’d think.” You smile.

“Yeah?”

You shrug, “I’ve been emancipated a couple years. It’s basically having freedom, but not the age to enjoy it.” LIE.

“I get it. Freedom with strings attached.”

“Exactly.” You nod.

You walk into the classroom and Scott leans over to you, “You can sit with me and my friend, Malia.

You follow him, sitting on the left of him.

You hear Malia lean over and whisper to him. “Who is that?”

“Her name’s Y/N.” He responds.

“I don’t trust her.” You feel her eyes on you. You’d make her trust you. You were good that way.

“You haven’t even introduced herself yet. She’s nice.” You give yourself a pat on the back for earning his trust already.

You with him at lunch, you could feel the group was divided on who liked you.

“Y/N, what’s on your shoe?” Lydia asked. “It looks like blood.” She says playfully. It was.

“Oh.” You chuckle, “My heel sunk in the dirt this morning on the way out. I have that red clay dirt outside my complex.”

“Oh! That’s the worst, isn’t it? I have makeup wipes in my bag if you want.” If you wiped your shoe now, you would definitely be able to tell it was blood.

“I’ll just go to the bathroom, thank you though.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see Stiles pull Scott aside. You tuck your hair behind your ear to listen.

“Come on, Scott. Red clay soil? Is that not infamous for sticking to your shoes? If she stepped in it she’d have it everywhere, not just on her heel.”

“Seriously, Stiles? She’s new, give her a chance. You take everything way too seriously.”

“I wonder why. It’s definitely not because we deal with werewolves on the daily.”

“Stiles, shut up will you? Just leave her alone.”

“You think she’s hot, don’t you?” He groans.

Scott smirks and shrugs before returning to the table. He throws you a smile, and you know you’ve just earned yourself an insider spot.

Beautiful - Heathers Genderbend au lyrics

So to answer some questions. Yes I will be posting genderbent versions of the lyrics. Yes you can suggest lines for lyrics I haven’t posted yet. No you can’t ask me to change lyrics I’ve already posted. However if you spot a typo you can tell me about it.

Anyway here’s Beautiful.

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[Somebody Else] - Chpt. 2

 You Again 

Jason x Sofia 

A/N: Thank you so much for all your comments & feedback! I really really appreciate it xx here’s more Jason for you guys :) ** also Tumblr is kind of stupid, I did tag those who asked but if you didn’t get tagged I’m so sorry :( 

Chapter 1 || Masterlist 

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May 7, 2009

At 3:34 A.M., Grant Godard passed away due to complications of a heart attack. While there have been speculations about his health, the announcement still came as a shock. For everyone whose been wondering about the distribution of the company’s assets, it seems that twenty-seven year old Alexander Godard will be taking over his father’s company. 

Grant’s eldest son and only daughter have both stepped away from the family business.

Alexander has released the following statement: “My father has been grooming all his children for this job, but wanted to give us a choice. My brother and sister have chosen to follow their path in life, but I’ve always known that mine was right here with this company…

“What the hell do you mean you won’t do this investigation?” Eli slammed his fist down on Alicia’s desk.

“It means, I won’t do the investigation” Jason repeated quite matter of factly.

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on the bus - bibliosexual - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

The day Stiles is paired up with Kira Yukimura for a history project, he happens to mention it to Erica at lunch.

“Lucky,” Erica groans. “She’s so sunshiney and cute. I even used to have a thing for her.”

Stiles accidentally inhales his soda. It’s painful. “Wait,” he gasps when he can finally breathe again, “since when are you a lesbian? I thought you had your sights set on Boyd.”

“Yeah,” Erica says with exaggerated slowness, “I did like Kira, and now I like Boyd. I’m bi.”

“Bi?”

“Bisexual?” Erica prompts. “As in, not gay or straight?”

Stiles is pretty sure his entire mind explodes. “You can like guys and girls? That’s a thing?”

Erica looks at him like, What planet are you from? “Uh, yeah. As long as they’re hot, I don’t care what gender they are.” She pokes him in the side, and he jumps. He’s always been ticklish, and unfortunately Erica knows it. “What about you? You ever like guys, Stilinski?”

Stiles starts to say no offhand, but then he pauses, because… well. He’s always just assumed he was straight. He’s never even thought to ask himself if he also likes guys. He’s barely even asked himself if he likes girls, aside from Lydia Martin. It took him until this year to admit it wasn’t going to happen, she didn’t even know who he was, and they probably weren’t even that compatible. Any realization beyond that is just in a whole nother league.

Erica sees his nanosecond of a pause and pounces. “Aha! You hesitated! Who is it? Is it Derek Hale?”

Stiles splutters. “What? I dunno. No? Why would you think that?”

Erica just grins and says, “I’m telepathic. It’s a skill,” and goes back to eating her sandwich, probably because she knows her vagueness is going to torment him for the rest of the day. She’s not wrong.

Just posted this!

Sterek high school AUs are pretty much my favorite thing on the planet, so I treated myself to writing another one on my phone on a 9-hour plane flight last summer. Then, as with so many fics I write, I stopped mid-fic and forgot it existed for several months. (I probably need to organize my phone notes better, haha.) Now it’s finally done, not to mention a hell of a lot longer than originally planned.

~9200 words, rated T. Featuring bisexual awakenings, lots of bus rides, and an Erica/Stiles brotp.

anonymous asked:

I know this is weird but I actually feel bad for Amanda whenever I see new photos of Martin, like can you imagine seeing photos of your ex looking dashing AF every couple of weeks! I'd never get over it!

It’s really their personal matter but I get what you are thinking of. Also Martin is looking so radiant in those pics. I’d never get over it either. God I am looking at those pictures again and damn is it hot here ?

Martin Jones #1

Requested by Anon:  I don’t know if you’ll write this, but can you write about how you used to be fwb with Martin Jones but now you’re just friends and now you have a boyfriend but you caught him cheating on you so you left and went to Jones’ house and idk I guess he tells you how he’s always felt about you and you tell him you always felt the same, deep down or you can end it however you want!! Thanks!! I love your writing btw😊 keep up the great writing! It’s amazing 😁

*Thank you so much! Of course I will write it, especially if it’s about Martin Jones oh my gosh. I hope this doesn’t have that hurried feel to it. I hope you like this. Enjoy!:)*

Word count: 986

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In line with your melancholic state, heavy rain started to pour as you ran from your car to the porch of Martin Jones’ house, effectively soaking you from your shirt to your bra. Today was definitely not a good time to be wearing your lacey bra under a sheer top but it also wasn’t a good day to surprise your boyfriend and you still went, didn’t you?

The key to your boyfriend’s front door felt heavy in your pocket so you gripped it and threw it to the driveway. To hell with that asshole.

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#86. "I want to break those glasses with my pelvis.”

Teen Wolf: Stiles Stilinski

You were currently in Drama class getting ready to present with your group.

It was Lydia, Stiles, Scott and you. Everyone had little props on to make the character realistic.

You saw Stiles reaching for the fake glasses and putting them on. You had to admit your boyfriend looked hot in those.

“I want to break those glasses with my pelvis.” You muttered under your breath.

You thought that no one heard you but you received the weirdest stare from Lydia.

"What?” You ask defensively.

“Nothing, I just didn’t know you were that kinky,” She said look back down at her script.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Lydia Martin,” You say patting her shoulder and walking away to talk to your boyfriend.

“Have I ever told you look really sexy in those glasses?” You tiptoe and put your head on his shoulder and whisper “And they’re really turning me on,”

“Hmm, maybe i should take these and wear it more often,” Stiles chuckles.

“Yeah, you really should,” You turn around and take your seat because the show was about to start.

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Basically Civil War
  • Wanda: (sitting in cafe) Uh, should I say something that explains my powers to the people who didn't see Age of Ultron?
  • Nat: Yeah, may as well. Speaking of which, do I have a forced romantic subplot in this movie?
  • Sam: Nope, I can't see one.
  • Nat: Oh, thank god.
  • ------------------------------
  • Steve: Wanda, just like we practiced.
  • Wanda: What about the gas?
  • Steve: Get it out. (jumps in)
  • Wanda: Uh, Steve, shouldn't I have gotten the gas out before you jumped in there?
  • Steve: Don't worry, this is just a super soldier power that was never set up before now.
  • ----------------------------
  • Steve: You're going to jail, Skeletor. Sam said that would be a good joke, I don't personally get it.
  • Crossbones: OK, good joke, but hear me out: Bucky.
  • Steve: Shit, you've got me.
  • Crossbones: And now you're going to die.
  • Wanda: Don't worry I've got this.
  • Wanda: (throws the bomb at a building, killing several people, setting the whole plot of the film in motion)
  • Wanda: I don't got this.
  • -----------------------------
  • Tony: Ah, today seems to be going well. What could possibly go wrong?
  • Vague parent: Hello, your discount Skynet murdered my son.
  • Tony: Fuck, I thought the guilt tripping thing was over.
  • -----------------------------
  • Steve: Wanda, it's not your fault.
  • Wanda: Steve, it is absolutely my fault.
  • Steve: I know, I'm just trying to make you feel better.
  • Vision: (phases into room) I'm here to steal the movie. And also Wanda's heart.
  • Wanda: Vision, I love you, but please stop doing this.
  • Steve: Wait, has he done this before?
  • Vision: The last time this happened, I walked in on Wanda-
  • Wanda: STOP RIGHT THERE!
  • ------------------------------
  • General Ross: Hello, Avengers. I'm here to fuck everything up.
  • Wanda: Who the fuck are you?
  • General Ross: I was in the Hulk movie where Bruce looked like the guy from Fight Club.
  • Nat: Yeah, that was weird.
  • -----------------------------
  • Tony: I'm here to support the American government gain further control over superhero activity as I believe it is necessary.
  • Steve: That's odd, I'm here to fight against government control as I no longer trust them.
  • Tony: Yeah, it feels like our points of view should be reversed.
  • Steve: That says a lot about how we've progressed as characters. (receives text) Shit.
  • Tony: Language. What is it?
  • Steve: A side development to break the audience's hearts. We've got a lot of those.
  • ----------------------------
  • Steve: OK, Steve, keep it together. Hopefully Sharon Carter won't be in this, and you won't have to go through a creepy romantic sub plot.
  • Sharon: Hi, I'm here to quote the comic and kiss super soldiers.
  • Steve: Goddammit.
  • ----------------------------
  • Nat: Well, I'm here, something big is going to go down.
  • T'Challa: Hi, I'm the first black superhero on screen.
  • Nat: Wait, what about Falcon? Or War Machine?
  • T'Challa: They're sidekicks, they don't count in the same way.
  • Nat: OK, nice to meet you. Are any of your parents in this movie?
  • T'Challa: Yes, why?
  • Nat: Uh, let's just say you're story arc will involve revenge.
  • ----------------------------
  • Wanda: Why are you cooking?
  • Vision: I believe this is meant to set us up as a romantic couple.
  • Wanda: Well, it's working. Maybe Marvel have learned their lesson from Age of Ultron.
  • Vision: I believe Sharon and Steve also have a romantic sub-plot.
  • Wanda: Spoke too soon.
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  • Nat: Steve, whatever you do, don't go after Bucky.
  • Steve: Sure thing Nat. (hangs up) Sam, we're going after Bucky.
  • Sam: The dude tried to kill us multiple times.
  • Steve: Yeah, but he's cute AF.
  • Sam: Fine.
  • -------------------------
  • Steve: OK, I'm in Bucky's flat, but he's not here.
  • Bucky: Who's not here?
  • Steve: OH MY GOD! Bucky!
  • Bucky: Still don't remember you.
  • Steve: Damn it.
  • --------------------------
  • T'Challa: Hello, my name is T'Challa. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
  • --------------------------
  • Tony: For god's sake, Steve, why did you save him?
  • Steve: He's my best friend.
  • Tony: He murdered a thousand people.
  • Steve: He was brainwashed.
  • Tony: Cool motive, still murder.
  • ---------------------------
  • Martin: Hello, I'm Martin Freeman. I heard Benedict was in the MCU, and I couldn't let him do that without me.
  • Zemo: And I'm Zemo, I'm here to screw everything up.
  • Steve: Yeah, no one really cares about you guys. Also, if you hurt my boyfriend, I hurt you.
  • Martin/Zemo: What?
  • Steve: What?
  • ---------------------------
  • Zemo: Vague brain washy words.
  • Steve: Bucky no.
  • Tony: Bucky no.
  • Nat: Bucky no.
  • Martin: Bucky no.
  • Everyone: BUCKY NO!
  • Bucky: Bucky no!
  • Zemo: Bucky yes.
  • Bucky: Bucky yes.
  • ---------------------------
  • Bucky: Escape, beat up superheroes, get away in helicopter. This is a good plan.
  • Steve: BUCKY, COME BACK HERE!
  • Bucky: Damn it, why does this blonde guy keep ruining everything? And why is he so hot?
  • -----------------------------
  • Tony: We need to bring Cap and Bucky in.
  • Nat: Who are we going to get to do that?
  • Tony: I know a kid. Even though there is literally no reason why I could even possibly know who he is.
  • Nat: Not the Spider-kid.
  • Tony: Why not?
  • Nat: I thought I was the arachnid themed hero.
  • -----------------------------
  • Tony: Hey, kid, your aunt is hot.
  • Peter: Please stop talking.
  • Tony: Also, I know you're Spider-Man.
  • Peter: How the hell do you know that?
  • Tony: I read the script. Would you like to go to Germany?
  • Peter: I can't, I'm finally a kid, I have homework and stuff that the other spidermen never worried about.
  • Tony: OK, but what if I told you you get to meet superheroes?
  • Peter: Would I get to meet Captain America?
  • Tony: ... yeah.
  • -----------------------------
  • Wanda: Vision, I want to help Captain America.
  • Vision: Wanda no.
  • Hawkeye: Wanda yes.
  • Wanda: Didn't you retire in Age of Ultron?
  • Hawkeye: We're kind of glossing over some things that happened in that film.
  • ----------------------------
  • Steve: Did you find Ant-Man?
  • Hawkeye: Yeah, why are we bringing him anyway?
  • Steve: We heard that Team Iron Man have got a comic relief sidekick with a insect theme, and we need to match them.
  • ----------------------------
  • Tony: So, it has come to this. Heroes vs. heroes. Friend against friend. Brother against brother.
  • Steve: Yeah, yeah, shall we fight?
  • T'Challa: Shall we indeed?
  • Steve: Hang on, Tony, why is he on your team?
  • T'Challa: Oh, don't worry about me, captain. I'm only here to steal the spotlight.
  • Spider-Man: Did somebody mention stealing the spotlight?
  • T'Challa: God damn it.
  • ----------------------------
  • Steve: Guys, the trailer's have given away most of the badass moments from this fight scene. We need something that's extremely memorable and awesome. Preferably something right from the comics.
  • Ant-Man: Hey, I've got an idea. (becomes giant.)
  • Spider-Man: HOLY SHIT!
  • Steve: That should do it.
  • -----------------------------
  • Steve: OK, just before the finale, we need something for the Stucky fans to go nuts over.
  • Bucky: How about you lovingly pat me on the shoulder and we reminisce about old times?
  • Steve: I love you.
  • ----------------------------
  • Tony: Hey guys, I'm here to redeem myself and help catch the bad guy.
  • Zemo: Hello, I'm the bad guy. I'm the one who orchestrated the bombing.
  • Steve: Right on cue.
  • Bucky: Guys, this is too easy.
  • Zemo: Hey, Stark, Bucky killed your parents.
  • Tony: OK, that's it. Bucky dies.
  • Zemo: Everything is going to plan.
  • T'Challa: Hello, my name is T'Challa. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
  • Zemo: OK, fine, kill me.
  • T'Challa: Actually, since this is a superhero film, let's arrest you.
  • Zemo: For fuck's sake.
  • Steve: LANGUAGE.
Betrayal ➸ Peter Hale

A/N hello lovelies. here is a peter imagine bc let’s be real who doesn’t love them some good old peter hale, amiright?

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“Peter?” you called, sliding the door to the loft open. After Derek left, Peter would often be found in here, thinking, reading, planning, thinking. “Peter!” The floor of the loft was cold against your bare feet. “Are you in here? Peter?”

You walked further in and froze. Papers were strewn across the table, some on the floor. Pictures and timetables were pinned to a board that sat upright beside the table. Along with pictures, there were names. Scott McCall. Stiles Stilinski. Theo Raeken. Melissa McCall. Liam Dunbar. Lydia Martin. And so many more. Even your own picture and name. Y/N Y/L/N.

“What is she doing here?” You whirled around to see Jennifer Blake and Angelo, someone who you thought was your friend, descending the stairs.

“I don’t know.” You spun again as Peter crept out of the shadows.

“I thought we agreed we had no use for her anymore,” Jennifer snarled, reaching the bottom of the stairs, Angelo hot on her heels.

“We don’t,” Peter shrugged, much to your confusion.

“Peter,” you scoffed in disbelief, “Peter, what the hell is going on?” Peter’s face was blank, only his eyes showing sorrow and a little bit of guilt. “Peter,” you pleaded, “Peter, please.”

His fingers twitched and you couldn’t react before he whispered, “Take her.” “Wha-” Angelo was behind you within half a moment, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. You cried out in pain, eyes flashing yellow for a moment. You struggled against Angelo’s grip, but he was joined by another, just-as-strong, werewolf. Andre, you recognized the scent immediately. You struggled harder. Trying your best to escape the brothers’ grip. Peter’s eyes flashed blue to see you in such pain.

“Peter!” you cried as they dragged you away, “Peter, please, what’s happening?”

“I’m sorry,” was all he said as Andre and Angelo dragged you for what seemed like forever into was was a dungeon or vault-like structure. You recognized the mineral of the wall immediately. How could you forget. But more importantly: how could he do this to you? How could he lock you in a hecatolite vault. He knew. He knew your fear of hecatolite. He knew that it turned you into something you weren’t. A killer. You had no control over yourself after coming out of a vault like this. He had witnessed it himself. How could he?

As if being in the vault wasn’t enough, Andre and Angelo chained you hands above your head, your feet just barely touching the ground. Reaching out with a gloved hand, as far away from him and his brother as possible, Andre shoved wolfsbane in your face. You refused to breath, putting up at least a little rebellion. Angelo rolled his eyes and pushed his brother out of the way and produced a syringe-like gun, plunging the needle into your neck. You gave up your struggle and slumped, allowing Angelo to pull the trigger and shoot liquified yellow wolfsbane into your system. The effect was almost instantaneous, your vision faded and your head lolled, barely catching of Peter’s silhouette at the opening of the vault.

-

The first thing you heard when you woke up was Peter’s voice. You had imagined that, honestly. You two had talked about it waking up every morning to each other. But not like this. Not when you were chained up in a hecatolite vault, wolfsbane in your system and stuck in a circle of mountain ash. No. This was definitely not how you wanted to wake up to Peter.  

“Please, Jennifer, let her go,” Petter was begging (Peter never begged), “We don’t have use for her anymore, just let her go.” It wasn’t often one would hear Peter Hale beg for something. But here he was, pleading for Jennifer Blake, a Darach, to spare your life.

“Exactly,” she says coldly, “We don’t need her, so we kill her.” Your eyes flutter open, blurry vision capturing Jennifer and Peter arguing in the entrance of the vault.

“No,” he pleaded, “Please, don’t kill her. Just let her go. I’ll make sure she doesn’t talk. Anything. I’ll do anything.”

“I don’t want anything,” Jennifer sneers, “When we succeed, I’ll have everything I want, so fine. But if she says a single word, I’ll kill her slowly and make you watch.”

Without another word, Peter rushed in the vault wincing at the smell of wolfsbane. He damn near sprinted towards you. “Peter-” you couldn’t finish before he slammed into the barrier of mountain. Peter roared in pain as he flew backwards, sliding across the floor of the vault.

“Fuck,” Peter groans in pain on the floor as Jennifer chuckled in the doorway.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t take every precaution?” Jennifer taunted, “Only because you’re so desperate, I’ll let her go.” With a wave of her hand, the circle of mountain ash surrounding you blew away, stinging your ankles in the process. Peter groaned again as he scrambled to stand up, frantically rushing to you.

“You,” you spat at him as he reached out to touch your face and you recoiled. “You traitor!”

“Baby, please,” he whispered, his calloused hand coming in contact with your cheek. “Sweetheart, I never meant to hurt you, I swear.”

“Liar!” You snarled, “You’re a liar and a traitor. Scott trusted you. Derek trusted you. I trusted you. I loved you.” Peter drew in a sharp, but shaky breath at your words. His thumb caressed your cheek and it took every ounce of your will power not to lean into his hand. “Stop. Don’t.”

“Babygirl,” he murmured, leaning closer to you, “Tell me you don’t love me and you’ll never see me again. I promise. Say it.”

“Please,” you whimpered, “Just let me go, Peter.”

“Say it,” he growled, unsheathing his claws. You whimpered and closed your eyes. “I won’t hurt you, sweetheart.” You felt his hand travel up your arm until he reached your hands. With a snap, the metal chains were snapped and you fell straight into Peter’s arms.

“I love you, Princess,” he whispers, bumping your nose with his.

“I love you too,” you reply in a small voice, “I’m sorry.”

Before Peter could ask you what you meant, you claw at his face before escaping his hold and running, disappearing, never to be seen again.

5 times lydia goes down on a lady + 1 time a lady goes down on lydia

i write porn when i’m grouchy. have some pwp. don’t look at the timeline or logicality too closely.

(also on ao3)

warning: lydia and kira are slightly drunk when they have sex. not severely, but still slightly.

1. Allison

Allison’s the first girl Lydia ever goes down on. Not that she’s never been interested, of course, but boys have always been so much easier to lure into her bed – they take the initiative, more often than not. Allison, on the other hand, needs a little more coaxing.

“Have you ever done this?” Allison pants in between kisses, sprawled out on Lydia’s bed, her shirt rucked up under her armpits.

“Done what?” Lydia snorts, ducking in to nip at Allison’s neck, gratified when Allison’s breath hitches slightly. “Had sex?”

“With a girl,” Allison clarifies, fingers brushing under the hem of Lydia’s shirt.

“No,” Lydia admits. “But if it’s quality you’re worried about, have you ever known me to do anything halfway?”

“No,” Allison laughs, her voice trailing off into a groan as Lydia sucks a nipple into her mouth, tonguing it to hardness. She plays with it for a while, experimental in a way she hasn’t been in a long time – there isn’t much about sex that’s new to her at this point. She brings up a hand to toy with Allison’s other breast, enjoying the weight of it in her palm, and the soft noises Allison makes when she thumbs her nipple.

“When was the last time someone went down on you?” Lydia asks, once she’s satisfied with the dark bruise she’s bitten on the top swell of Allison’s breast. She won’t be able to wear low cut shirts for a while, that’s for sure.

“Are you offering?” Allison counters, quirking an eyebrow at Lydia. “Because it’s been way too long.”

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You know a photo looks awesome when you can apply any which filter to it, and be like, ‘how fucking hot does this look omg’ 😍👍🙌

Ice Ice Baby 3

Author: really-meg

Pairing: OFC X Stiles Stilinski

Word Count: 1,084

Series: Ice Ice Baby   P1   P2 

A/N: Sucks to the max! v sorry, mostly filler with some good fuckboy!Stiles scenes. TAGS// @infinitydunbar @ancchor @maze-wolf  @flopmalum

Alex

I  opened the door to my house.

“I’m home!” I yelled dropping my bag onto the floor.

“Honey, how was your first day, hockey tryouts?” My mom asks from the kitchen.

I walk through the hallway and into the kitchen seeing her cooking something on the stove.

“It was okay some of the guys on the team are something else.”

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anonymous asked:

For the "send an ugly hockey player" thing... Paul Martin Just know I'll be judging you on this answer but like go ahead

ok i don’t know if ur judging me because YOU think he’s hot or if i shouldn’t but paulie is a+ all american good fun (esp beardy/mustachy???????? v good)