they are a bunch of hotties

shortecklund  asked:

Hiya!! Can you guys update the size kink tag (if it's ready to be updated) preferably where Stiles is the size queen, thank you ❤️❤️❤️


Choking Hazard by promisingahurricane (3/? | 6,759 | NR)

The one where Derek has a big dick and is looking for someone who can handle it and Erica might just know the right guy.

Worth the Wait by cloudsarefluffy (1/1 | 2,143 | NC17)

On Tumblr, Anon asked: Derek kissing Stiles with his dick in Stiles vag. One hand bracing while the other teasing with Stiles’s chubbed boy clit. Stiles fingers on Derek’s erect sensitive nipps pinching and tugging mercilessly. Size queen virgin Stiles. Seeing Derek Jr big while soft kinda disappointed thinking that its a shower but awed when truly a grower. Then, addicted to it. Tonnes of kissing everywhere PDA. BoypussyStiles. Moan, dick, vaginal, and nipple worship. First night post wedding. Plot please and thanks.

Derek and Stiles have been holding off until marriage for years. They understand traditions and customs, which means they know exactly what they must do after they say their vows and are pronounced alpha and mate of the Hale pack.

Cue in some light pack dynamics, breeding, and a whole bunch of smut.

All the Pleasures Prove by Saucery (1/1 | 1,155 | NC17)

Derek, shirtless and in sweatpants. Stiles, desperate and horny. That’s about it.

Spoils of War by Inell (1/1 | 3,150 | NC17)

It’s Valentine’s Day, and Derek would rather read than indulge in romantic pursuits of the sexy times kind. Obviously, that means Stiles has to start Operation: Seduce My Hottie Husband—Valentine’s Day Edition, and he can’t wait to enjoy the spoils of winning this particular war. 

Ten Years (Part 4)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,215

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating

A/N: I scrapped the original chapter four in favor of this one in which I went a bit overboard. Two more chapters to go, including this one, before the reunion. It’s trying to write itself, I can’t stop it. :) Also sorry if there are errors, I’m super sick rn.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

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Request: (Before I start this I would like to say I’m horrible with explaining! 😂) but could you do a reggie x Reader where their both jocks? The reader is a new girl and becomes a football player and reggie takes an interest in her? IM SORRY OF IT SOUNDS STUPID!‘😀😅

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Hey, so I altered this a bit as the whole the girl being a jock thing to me didn’t make complete sense. Like of course a girl can play sports, but for some reason the whole football thing kinda confused me? So I just made her a river-vixen instead. Hope you dont mind!

ALSO, I am aware girls can play on boys teams for football and any story. It just isn’t anything i’ve seen, so i wasn’t completely sure how to write it. And I didn’t want it to be completely wrong or anything, i hope no one minds.

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Warnings: none.

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You were new but already you were pretty popular, you were a river-vixen and even the great Cheryl liked you, which surprised a lot of people. Though you didn’t really have a set group of friends, you definitely were friends with a bunch of people.

Everyone thought you were really nice and didn’t completely make sense to be a river-vixen and a friend of the Cheryl Blossom, but you still were. 

Though there was some person (boy) you really liked (had a crush on) but never seemed to be able to talk to. Just being near him made you nervous and being friends and a cheerleader you were near him a lot. You weren’t shy normally, per say, but this boy definitely had you stuttering like an idiot all the time.

Reggie Mantle. Captain of the football team and a definite hotty. Though, after being at this school for a while and hearing what little you could about him, you deemed him more than just that and actually a sweet guy if he wanted to be.

You heard about his bullying but that didn’t really affect you so much. Sure it bothered you, but you’d rather get to know him a bit more before you started making assumptions. So here you were, wriggling your hands together as you stood just a few inches behind him trying to think of what to say.

You’d be standing here for a while, while he talked to his friends.

Luckily, it seemed as if you wouldn’t have to start the conversation as Reggie himself turned with a bright grin, and almost immediately caught sight of you. You didn’t want to set yourself up, but you could swear when he saw you, his grin widened and his face lit up just a bit.

“Y/N! Hey!” He greeted, immediately stepping towards you and now standing directly next you. You swallowed, trying to push away your shyness.

“R-Reggie, hi…”

“So, was there a reason you were standing behind me?” He asked, a knowing smirk on his face. You flushed, embarrassed at being caught but staring at the emptying halls you decided it was now or never.

“Actually yes.” You said with a sudden, renowned confidence, that seemed to shock poor Reggie. “I was wondering if you’d take me to Pop’s?” You asked, holding out your arm. Reggie looked at your arm in shock, pausing with his answer before a sly grin crossed over his face.

“I’d love to.”

Weird Theory

Marlene said that episode 6.11 was when A.D. startet everything and that we should watch from that episode.

What i noticed in the beginning of the episode is several voices saying a bunch of lines that we have heard before in previous episodes. 

The voices are saying this:

(Aria about Jenna) Don’t look at me, I’m ready to hang a sign the bitch can see.
(Spencer to Mona)This is about betrayal?
(Mona to Spencer) It’s not about betrayal, Spencer. - It’s about revenge.
(Ashley about Wilden) He knows we’re lying.
(Ashely about Noel) So stop pining for the fjords and carpe hottie! (
Aria to Ezra) I know it’s over. - I know that.
(Emily about Alison) And yes. I know the dead girl who isn’t dead anymore.

Maybe i´m reading to much in to this, but what´s the reason Marlene picked these lines, and the people they were talking about/to.

Maybe this is a subtle hint that Jenna, Mona, Wilden, Ezra and Alison are/were working together?

Full Frontal Friday??

Do we want to do Full Frontal Friday tomorrow? I’m going to be a little busy but if the people want to do it I am game. It started with 10 random sexy female followers deciding that I should host. We have had over 20 daring women go for the full monty.. so do we want to see hotties FFF for cinco de Mayo??

I would love do this but it’s up to the people.. if I get a bunch of submissions before the morning I know the answer..

Maybe if we get 20 submissions I will post a very sexy pic.

Hi my name is Martin Brudle and I have a failed F1 career, but a lot of people tell me it was as good as Michael Schumacher’s (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Lewis Hamilton but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I am an asshole. I’m also a commentator, and I work at Sky F1 and get to work with a bunch of other assholes (Sky loves ass). I’m a biased ass (in case you couldn’t tell) and I love to remind people I had a career in F1. For example today I was telling everyone how Nico couldn’t win the championship because Nico can’t keep up with Lewis’ mind games. I have no idea what I’m talking about because I’ve never participated in a mind game in my life. If Lewis even looked at me I’d probably shit my pants. I was walking around Monaco. It was raining so there was no sun, which I was happy about because Nico sucks in rain. A lot of F1 drivers ran away from me. I put up my middle finger at them.


A bunch of quizzies!

I wanted to practice painting faces and rendering skin so I… kind of took my favorite quizzies around Tumblr as models (sorry). I actually wanted to do like 5 more but I need to work on other things çvç
I think you can see which ones I did first lol

Anyway, in order:
Galathan Lavellan belongs to @awaari
Mally Trevelyan belongs to @fuckyeahvarric
Quell Lavellan belongs to @prismavore
Varlen Lavellan belongs to @thereluctantinquisitor


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High School AU! where Sam starts showing up to school with strands of his hair braided and pinned to the side of his head. Sometimes even with little flowers braided in.

No one tells him anything because hell, you dont mess with the Winchester brothers unless you have a goddamn death wish.

Dean just laughs, thinking Sammy finally found himself a girl who could stand him. At first, its cute when Sam won’t tell Dean who the girl is, but after a while its just agitating. Dean just HAS to know, you know?

One Saturday, he sees Sam sneaking out of the house. Dean, being Dean, decides that he should follow Sam, knowing he’d rather be at home studying or some shit.

Dean is hella confused when he sees Sam walk into the candy store on main street, and come out with Gabriel Novak a few minutes later, a sophmore in Sam’s chemistry, who happens to be the younger brother of Castiel Novak. Cas is a senior in Dean’s Study Hall, who is a total hottie Dean wouldn’t mind shoving up a wall.

Dean follows them to the park, where he sees Sam and Gabe sit on a bunch sideways, Gabe crossing his legs. Gabe quickly sets to braiding a strand of Sam’s hair while Sam smiles, speaking to Gabriel. When it’s pinned down, Sam leans back and lays in Gabe’s lap in a way more than platonic way.

Dean suddenly realizes Gabe is the reason Sammy is going to school with braids.

Gabe leans over and kisses Sam’s nose before Sam moves upwards and kisses Gabe on the lips.

Dean feels surprised but not bothered at all. Hes heard about Gabriel often enough to know he was a good kid. Sammy, on the other hand, could have at least come out to him.

That jerk.

Dean makes a mental note to come out to Sammy soon as he walks out from behind his hiding spot (a tree) and walks up to the couple.

Gabriel and Sam have their eyes closed, so they dont notice Dean walk up until he casually asks, “Is this seat taken?” Sam and Gabe jump, which results in them banging their heads together, and stare at Dean wide-eyed in fear.

Dean crosses his arms and stares at Gabe intently, hoping he looks like a murderer.

Right as Gabe is about to break, Dean grins and sticks his hand out. “Hi, Gabe. Im Dean, the older, more attractive brother of that moose you happen to be dating. Pleasure to meet you.”

Gabe looks somewhat terrified as he hesitantly shakes Deans hand. “Uh, nice to meet you?” Dean notices that Gabes voice was a good few octaves above Cas’. Dean cant really help himself as he asks the next question.

“Say, is your older brother Castiel single? Im not asking for myself, but yeah Im asking for myself.”


Okay guys, you have to watch this.
It’s a ‘Call me maybe’ playback video made by a bunch of famous figure skaters during a tour made in Japan in 2012 called THE ICE ( which is awesome all by itself and you should watch too).
And if you watch this you will see a Yuzuru Hanyu dancing like a motherfrigging beast on skates.
And also Spanish figure skater Javier Fernández who is one of my favs (training buddy of Yuzuru seeing as they have the same coach and train together in Toronto). Javi is the hottie with ripped jeans.


A Joshaya Fanfic

Story by: hoffkk

Summary: A sequel to my first Joshaya fic called “What I’m Feeling Is Real” (link: ) but it can be read as a stand alone.  There are only minor references to the first story.

Plot: It’s four years later, and 18 year old Maya is ecstatic that her mom and Shawn are finally getting married, but now Maya has other issues to worry about.  Will she get into NYU?  Will Riley ever make a move on Lucas? Will she ever have a chance with Josh?  Most importantly, is having hope still logical, or is it for suckers, like Maya always thought?  Well, the universe is about to answer all in full force.

Notes: Sorry about the wait!  I thought I would get to finish this sooner, but life got in the way. lol.  Better late than never, I suppose!  Hope you enjoy it!  Oh, and I do not own anything Girl Meets World Related or any of the song lyrics used.

P.S. The lyrics used are from “Your Love’s Like” by Sabrina Carpenter and “Love of a Lifetime” by Firehouse (respectively).


It was finally happening.  In just 24 hours, Shawn and Katy would be getting married, officially making him a part of their family, and Maya was ecstatic.  They had gone out on their first date shortly after Maya’s 15th birthday, and it took Shawn nearly three years to finally pop the question. He had been scared, and Maya couldn’t really blame him.  From the stories she had heard from the Matthews, Maya realized that things never ended well for Shawn, but this…this was different.  Everyone has at least one happy story, and this, his relationship with Katy and Maya, was it.  Maya even told him so, which finally pushed Shawn to propose this past Christmas.  Not wanting to wait any longer than she had to to become Mrs. Hunter, (because honestly three years was long enough!) Katy had suggested they elope over New Year’s, but Shawn vetoed that idea, saying he wanted to do things right and have their friends and family there.  In the end, they settled on taking six months to plan a simple wedding, setting the date for June 11th, exactly one week after the girls’ graduation.

Now it was the evening of June 10th, and after running through a rehearsal of the wedding at the local church, they had all gone out to dinner together before heading back to Topanga’s for some dessert, which was closed off to the public for the day.

While the adults hung out over by the main counter, chatting and drinking wine, Maya, Riley, and Auggie hung out on the opposite side of the cafe, sipping on champagne flutes filled with sparkling grape juice.  Auggie laid across the bench placed below the front window, sprawled out on his back, completely engrossed in some video game on his phone.  Perpendicular to him, Maya and Riley sat in cushioned chairs, going through a box of old photos.  They were going to make a video collage of the happy couple and show it at the reception tomorrow.  Maya had already decided which photos of her mom to use, they just needed to pick out the perfect ones of Shawn.  Grandma and Grandpa Matthews helped them out by bringing the girls all the photos of Shawn that they could find, including an old envelope belonging to the late Chet Hunter, containing some of the ones he and Verna, his runaway wife, had taken of Shawn when he was just a baby.

They were having a good time, but Maya couldn’t help but be a little annoyed that a particular member of the Matthews’ clan was missing.  Apparently, Josh bar tends at a place just off campus and couldn’t get off work tonight, not if he wanted off for the actual wedding anyway.  So, Maya just sighed and held on to the promise of tomorrow as she focused her attention back on the pictures in front of her.

“Hey, Maya?” Riley piped up.

“Yeah?”  She answered, making eye contact with her best friend.

“I know this is kind of last minute and all, but…”  Riley trailed off.

“Just spit it out, Riles.”  Maya commanded.

“Would it be okay if I asked Lucas to come to the wedding with me as my date?”  Riley finished, looking a little nervous.

“Of course.”  Maya smiled at her.

“Good, ‘cause I already did.” Riley said cheekily.

“What if I would’ve said no?”  Inquired Maya, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms as she quirked a brow at her friend.

“Oh, please!”  Riley waved a hand.  "Like you can say no to this face.“  She added, then posed with her hands in a v-shape under her face as she gave her friend the most awkward looking smile ever.

Maya just shook her head, then said, “You’re right.  That is some face.”

Riley laughed and went back to looking through the pile of photos she had pulled from the box.

“Oh, what about this one?!”  Riley asked excitedly, holding up a photo of Shawn as a toddler all covered in mud with an adorable smile stretched across his face.

“Definitely.”  Maya nodded as Riley placed it in the “yes” pile.

They began to thumb through more photos when Maya spoke up again.

“You know, instead of bringing Lucas as your date, you should just bring him as your boyfriend.”  She urged.  

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So the second I saw thickerthanectoplasm’s amazing art of Tucker and his lovely wife I wondered what their wedding was like since so many of Tucker’s friends are so…unconventional.

Just imagine Dash Baxter gets invited, figures what the hell free booze, so he rents a cheap tux and slaps Tucker on the back “Damn Foley how’d you score this major league hottie? I thought all your money went to last one! Ha!” And after only five minutes Phuong is already hissing, “Sweetie why did you invite him to our wedding he’s an absolute pig." 

"Give it a second.”

Dash will spasm for a moment, his eyes will go green, and he’ll suddenly exclaim, “AMIKO TUCK! GRATULOJN!” and put both the newlyweds into a crushing hug.

And that is the story of how Wulf attended Tucker’s wedding.

BTS Teacher!AU - Rap Monster (part 1)

Rap Monster: Part 2

“Y/N, why don’t you continue reading the text for us? Out loud please” You heard your English teacher Mr. Kim call at you from the front of the class.

You were suddenly mercilessly ripped away from your daydreams, your gaze removing itself from the window you were sat next to, where the wind carefully rustled the leaves on the trees, and the birds flew by. Heat rose to your cheeks, as you realized you had no idea what page you were even supposed to be on.

“Well? We are going to grow old here waiting for you to start” Your teacher prompted. You got flustered, and began scanning the page in front of you, trying to see if you recalled anything, the smallest word from what had been said while you were off somewhere in wonderland. Your teacher sighed impatiently, although you could see a smug smirk on his face at the fact that he had managed to humiliate you, yet again, in front of the whole class.

“Page 48” Whispered your best friend Brandon from the seat behind you, and you gently nodded letting him know that you were grateful. You turned two pages, and were about to start reading, when your teacher cut you off.

“Clearly, Ms. Y/L/N was too busy day dreaming to pay attention to our class. I think you should stay afterschool today as a punishment for your rude behavior to Shakespeare. Oh and Brandon, if I hear you whispering anything else to her, I will punish you too next time. In fact, I will separate you two love birds just now. Brandon, exchange seats with BoMi please.” Mr. Kim called out, pointing to your fellow classmate, who looked just as irritated as Brandon at the prospect of having to trade seats.

You were completely mortified. You couldn’t understand why Mr. Kim hated you so much, you had no idea what you had done to him, but since the start of the school year, when he entered that classroom, he had been so mean to you. It felt like he had made it his specific mission every day to embarrass you in front of the whole class. Was he some sort of sadistic psycho or something? Did he get a kick out of publically humiliating you? You handed in all of the essays on time, and always got good enough grades, even if he was ridiculously harsh on marking your papers.

It was really frustrating that he treated you like that, especially since he was such a handsome man. He was tall, slender, with sharp eyes and white hair, and gorgeously tanned skin that you just wish you could slide your fingers over, tracing patters, kissing every inch of him you could… And you were lost in thought again.

Your eyes darted to the clock every now and again, following the long handle as it made its way to the 12 on the clock. You were nervous. You wanted to go home, of course you did, it was a Friday afternoon for crying out loud! But then again the idea of being alone in a classroom with Mr. Hottie wasn’t exactly a nightmare in your books… You unconsciously licked your lips, too distracted to notice Mr. Kim’s eyes widen at the gesture ever so slightly, his throat going dry.

The bell rang, and everyone shot up before Mr. Kim had a chance to even dismiss the classroom. He wasn’t even bothered by it, since it was always the same every Friday at the last period. How could he expect a whole bunch of teenagers to orderly exit the room at the start of their weekend? He sighed, closing the door behind him, while you patiently packed your belongings in your bag, one by one. You were in no hurry after all. Your butt remained firmly placed on your chair.

He turned to look at you, his breath suddenly becoming shallow. He chuckled to himself, he kind of felt stupid now, as he carefully walked around you like a panther stalking its prey.

“You know why you are here right?” He asked you, his deep voice sending chills down your spine.  You nodded immediately, your gaze stuck to the table in front of you.

“Because I was day dreaming again right?” You told him, not sure what else you could say. In all honesty, you had no clue why he was keeping you in this time, students spaced out all the time and he never punished them. He was actually quite a nice teacher, at least for all the other students.

“It wasn’t because of that only…” he tried to excuse himself, truly, he knew that wasn’t enough reason to keep you behind on a Friday night, but he just wanted to see you for a little longer. He knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn’t feel the things he was feeling, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he really did try hating you, he tried pushing you away from him, but whenever you looked up at him with your precious doe eyes whenever he punished you or told you off, he felt something inside him rip apart.

An awkward silence set between the two of you. He stared at you, as you stared down at your table, not sure what you could say to lighten up the atmosphere. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to reach over and apologize, but what could he do? What could he say?

“Why do you hate me Mr. Kim?” You suddenly asked him, your voice shaky and your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked up into his eyes. He felt a sharp pang of pain shoot through his chest. He wanted to run over and hold you, but he was your teacher, and you were his student, and still a minor.

“I don’t hate you Y/N… I never have hated you” He whispered softly, reaching towards you, his hands centimeters away from your face, ready to brush away the loose strands of hair, before he retracted himself.

“Then why do you pick on me all the time? Why do you humiliate me? Why do you treat me like this? Have I ever done anything to annoy you Mr. Kim?” You asked him, tears now rolling freely down your face. His heart felt like someone had put their hand around it and squeezed it like a lemon.

“I-EH… It’s because I have feelings for you Y/N. I-I, I know I shouldn’t have them, I know it isn’t right, you are my student, and a minor, and I know all of that. But ever since I saw you walk through that door on the first day of class, I felt like my heart had begun doing somersaults in my chest.” He told you, and for the first time in almost a whole year that you had met him, you saw the slightest blush creep up his cheeks.

“You have feelings for me?” You choked out, your heart beating against your chest so harshly you were scared it was going to pop right out. Mr. Kim nodded at you, before awkwardly leaning over your desk, and brushing his lips against yours. You felt yourself become so light you could have sworn your body was hovering over the floor. You stood up, not breaking the kiss, as you felt him smirk against your lips.

“I guess that’s a good thing, since I happen to have feelings for you too Mr. Kim” You said slyly. He chuckled.

“Please, call me Namjoon.” He told you, before attacking your lips with more strength this time. Your hand traveled behind his head, grabbing bunches of his hair between your fingers, as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You were kissing like there was no tomorrow, and you could feel him begin to get a little intense somewhere down in his pants. You pulled away, gasping for air.

“Namjoon… Mind giving me a ride home?” you asked him, biting your lip, and he quickly got the hint. He rushed behind his desk to grab his coat and briefcase, and quickly opened the door for you. He smirked as he watched you strut out of the classroom confidently, and for the first time, he saw you smile at him, as his mind raced with all sorts of thoughts, as he walked you to his car.

anonymous asked:

i have a question! why does everyone (or most people i know) hate the prequels? i'm new to the fandom (binged all seven eps in 2 days lool) so i guess i missed something?

What you missed was back in the early 2000s a bunch of bitter nerd boys decided that the prequels were crap and weren’t real because how could the Most Iconic Villain of All Time actually be this really emotional hottie with a tragic past who turned to evil to save the love of his life
These ridiculous people shat on these movies so much that all most people remember about the prequels is that “they suck”
They only real reason that they seem to give is the bad scripts and directing (which are true bc George Lucas can’t write a script to save his life) and their irrational hatred for Jake Lloyd (baby Ani) and Hayden Christensen (adult Ani)
Although they claim both actors performances were horrible, I personally have never found any issues with their acting and honestly these people were probably just bitter that their fave was more than the Masked Villain

Anyway they’re a little cheesy bc the effects are a little corny and the scripts aren’t great bc George Lucas can’t write a script but honestly????? A lot of the issues that plague the prequels are also in the originals except no one brings that up bc its blasphemous to criticize the originals apparently
They prequels pretty fucking good movies that expand the Star Wars universe and give depth to characters and introduce important new ones
And tbfh the lightsaber battles were 1000x better in the prequels and Hayden and Ewan deserve an award for the Mustafar battle

I love the prequels with all my heart and anyone who says they suck can literally fight me

tldr; bitter elitist nerd boys ruin Everything and we are all much better off without them so we can enjoy this universe in p e a c e