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Jason using his guns as blunt weapons is so funny like imagine ur getting shot at by the Red Hood, he runs out of ammo, you think you have a chance and he just throws the fucking pistol at you
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I put way too much effort into this ( based on this meme, it wouldn’t leave me alone until it was drawn — I am freee )
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i just got super fucking mad remembering about this pic
the juiciest of bulge shots... voided by that stupid skirt he's put on
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"Dude! Who's the hot naked dude on fire!?" Cody asked. In the doorway of Cody's house, a naked man stands in the door frame. He's covered head to toe in fire but doesn't seem to be affecting him in the slightest. His eyes burn with an orange hue color while the most enormous cock that Cody and Y/N have ever seen, twitched in the air. Fire licks all around his body as he slowly enters the house as Y/N and Cody back up.
"Parrish? Sheriff Parrish?" Y/N asked.
"Sheriff? Dude, you know a Sheriff?"
"He's the Sheriff in Beacon Hills. I can only assume he's here for two reasons." Y/N said.
"Which are?" Cody gulped.
"He's either here to kill us, or fuck us. I'm hoping it's the former. He's possessed by a Hellhound." Y/N explains as they back towards the living room, Parrish following their every step.
"Why would he want that?" Cody says as Y/N waved a hand and couch moved between them and Parrish, but the Hellhound burned it up with a single touch. "Submit."
"Like hell. Why is he doing this?" Cody asked.
"Hellhounds have a confusing relationship with witches. It's hard to explain at the moment. We need to get out of here." Parrish reached out a flaming hand towards Cody, and before he could grab the mortal boy, Y/N flicks his wrists, and Parrish froze in place.
Cody looks shocked as the flaming man stopped his advancements on them. It's like someone pressed pause on a big TV remote. The flaming man had stopped, but his frozen expression was enough to make Cody shiver.
"How did you do that?"
"I'm a good witch, remember? I put up both hands, and bad things tend to freeze."
"For how long?"
"Not very. Let's go before Parrish decides to make us ride that pitchfork all the way to hell." Y/N grabs Cody's hand, and they run for the doorway and into the night as the Hellhound unfreezes and roars, following the witch, and his human pet.
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Hi :) i was just wondering if i had to make a prompt for a request or if i could just say Hal, Paul, Reggie & Laurie nsfw hcs (male reader)
If u want me to make up a prompt thats totally fine btw :)
A/N - yes usually I require a prompt and also Regulus is usually kept separate but since I’m not taking requests I’ll just throw this up
Hal
he alternates between rough sex and love making
He likes to lessen his stress by using your body for himself
He really loves that you were a virgin when he met you
No one had touched your cock let alone your hole
You’d sucked him off many times when you were drinking at the bar
Turned out he chose you to be his partner once he was made king
When things are going well, or you really need it he makes soft love with you
He makes sure to touch every inch of you
He whispers sweet nothings into your ear
Paul
he wants you with him everywhere
You have this fun little game
He longs for your ideas and approval
You make him tease them out of you
Small licks to your taint
Rubbing you over your trousers
Calling you a good boy and biting your lip
Eventually he always tempts the advice out of you
You pant your ideas to him
He always smirks when he announces his new rulings, knowing what he’d done to get them
Laurie
he’s such a gentleman
He doesn’t fuck you, doesn’t even like to use that word
He likes to romance you
He lays down roses and pumps into you slow and sensually
He checks in over and over
Regulus
Gives you all sorts of praise
He always holds you after
though he’s very touched starved he doesn’t know how to deal with it
He thinks you want it hard always
He thinks maybe you get off on it, being with a Black
Once he tries it soft and loves it
You give each other pet names and become like best of friends
He is always so proud to call you his boyfriend and even prouder to make you his sexually later
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Pour Your Drink (And We'll Talk It Over)
Pairing: Awkward! Timothee x Oblivious! Male(intended) Reader
Summary: Reader and Timothee have been fighting over the same seat in a local coffee shop for months...
Words: 454/500, it's not my goal but it's close, and why ruin something good striving for something better?
Warnings: Cute, Fluff
Notes: surprise surprise I actually like this. CAN BE READ AS ANYONE ELSE
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☕︎The last few months were odd to say the least. In your entire life, not once have you ever had a long-term experience quite like this one. Sure, there had been a few times in high school when that one kid stole your seat but you were just kids then. Logically, you know the 'adult' thing to do would be to fuck off and find a new seat, but you're a weirdo, you hold onto the things you like and the things that comfort you, so why couldn't this guy just take your advice, fuck off and find a new seat?
☕︎You dont realize you're staring at him, sitting in your seat, through the big window of your favorite coffee shop until he locks eyes with you. The surprised questioning look on his face is enough to snap you out of your thoughts. You turn on your heel and speed walk into the shop hoping you can just get your coffee and not have to wait, but luck is never on your side.
☕︎You're forced to stand there like a moron behind the three people in line, who all seem determined to take up the entire morning just looking at the menu like they've never seen the English language in their life. You fidget awkwardly, feeling his eyes bore into the back of your head, having to physically stop yourself from looking over at him multiple times, too awkward to be confronted about your weird staring.
☕︎When you finally make it to the front of the line the young barista smiles at you, and without you ordering she recites your total. You should probably do something different, switch up your usual routine, maybe get something healthier for your gut, but the thought of deviating from your comforting habits for something that might not even be worth it is more vexing than the guy you were staring down coming up next to you to pay for your drink.
☕︎Rightfully so, you startle and gawk at him but he just smiles and scratches the back of his head awkwardly. You might be hallucinating, and if it didn't look totally insane you probably would have pinched yourself. You blink and sure enough, the guy's cheeks are turning pink. His lips move like he's speaking but the noise doesn't register and you're left standing there like an idiot because wow this guy is actually really cute and suddenly your throat feels dry and your ears are ringing and your palms are sweating.
☕︎You're snapped out of your trance-like state when the barista calls your name, your movements blur as you grab your drink, thank the cute guy, and then scamper from the shop blushing like a madman.
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i just. i keep saying it because its true, but we are so so lucky to have oliver stark. he loves evan buckley so so much, and he treats him so kindly and with such tenderness, and he holds space for us as a fanbase as well, and that’s SO fucking rare. he understands buck on a visceral level and you can tell in the way that he portrays him, and we’re just so fucking lucky that the stars aligned and he got that audition truly.
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eddie making buck chris’ legal guardian if he dies is still so funny to me years later because like. bro if this was for normal reasons you would have picked someone with less than a 70% chance of being taken the fuck out right there with you
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Alright, I'll be giving away ARC's of Forestborn around the 20th of this month and here is the link for the signup form. You can also just message me on here if you want a copy of the ebook. People who are on my ARC Team don't have to sign up again. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdhQresUsI21PvqRW6Urg7ZRTK8KdMg5PT4xlYYdbaDb4-qQQ/viewform
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It is my hoodie and I hope you find $20 on the ground today
i shall have to keep my eyes peeled for a £20 note on the ground tomorrow 🙏💕
u have the most excellent taste in hoodies
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This is so Jason Todd coded…
Saw this on tt today and immediately thought ‘this is so him’
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Bitches spend way Way WAY too much money on books just to put them on the shelf and read fanfiction instead because they have a problem and need serious help
It's me, I'm Bitches
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Doing a study for a friend who writes reader fics. Recently, I've personally seen some people complain about a lack of (male) reader x RPF in fandom and that they would read more fics if there were more male readers in them.
PLEASE reblog this and let us know in the tags how you feel after you've voted.
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Jack Hughes Blabz!
Warnings = Use of “Y/N”, mentions of sex, implied “time in the bedroom”, getting slapshotted in the face with a puck by Jack Hughes, reader plays hockey.
x GN! reader!!⬇️ (implied hockey player “y/n”)
It was no normal meeting, You weren’t some puck bunny banging on the glass or some person messaging him on social media, he actually smashed you in the face with a puck! Some random stick n puck at a ice rink that he decided to go to when he had free time, and you just so happened to be resting along the bench wall before- well a puck blurred your vision
He’s infatuated with you, he’d actually buy you any of his jerseys, maybe he’d even sign a few with a little “;)” next to his signature.
Jack would first be embarrassed when you met his family….especially his brothers, they would immediately be children, “Jack and Y/N sittin in a tree!”, The whole thing.
He makes sure you have the best ice skates in the world, any color laces, the stupidest skate guards, anything you could possible want with your gear, Jack would buy it!
Jack in the bedroom? Probably the sweetest man ever, well depending on if he’s won that night. He always makes sure you’re comfortable, water on the nightstand and praises just flowing through the room, he’s a man-boy everywhere else but with you? He’s a man.
He totally admires the way you watch him play, he gives you a new puck every game, tossing it over the glass with a wink and a childish smile. Even if his teammates bully the hell out of him,
Definitely makes you wear his gear or jerseys just to be a dick, “marks” you with his disgusting hockey boy scent. It’s always funny to watch your nose curl up in disgust.
Lastly, He’d beg and be on his knees for you to get one of those customized jerseys, something like Mr/Mrs Hughes on the back with his number.
(he’d sign his name on the back with “Property of” and then his signature under it, he thinks he’s funny)
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Rejection Is Just Redirection
Luke Hughes x reader
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Listen, you didn’t really need college. You broke into the entertainment industry at 16, so college was just a plan b you put on the back burner. Being one of the most famous names and faces in the entire world, you easily had enough money to afford college, so why not give it a shot? After all, your boyfriend went to college, though he did kind of drop out to play hockey.
Once you made up your mind that you’d be going back to school, your next step what choosing your major and what schools to apply to. You write songs and sometimes write poems and books, so maybe English or journalism? Maybe Communications would help you answer some of the dodgy questions the paparazzi ask you. Heck, even political science or economics or business would be a good idea. They would allow you to make a difference in the world. Business sounds like a safe choice. You could do a lot with a business degree. Now to apply to schools.
So here’s the thing, you’re finally in a real relationship that you really don’t want to mess up. Staying in LA would allow you to go to school and continue working, so you could still be in the limelight when you want to be. USC and UCLA would be great choices for that and they’re extremely accredited schools. However, maybe Rutgers is the school you should choose, since it’s close to Luke. NYU might even be an interesting choice since it wouldn’t raise too many questions if you’re going to school in the city because you want to or if it’s because you want to be closer to your boyfriend. It has always been your dream school when you were a kid. Well, it’s decided then!
You honestly weren’t expecting the application and admissions process to be so complicated and grueling. It’s like the education system is trying to torture kids to see who would come out on top as the victor. College really is like the Hunger Games, isn’t it? You hadn’t the slightest idea of how to fill out your major requirement classes or send your high school transcript to the admissions office and your essays were mid at best. You’re a celebrity, it’s not like you needed to try all that hard to graduate high school since you did homeschooling since you were 16. Though, you gotta admit that the feeling of finally being done with the application process was a relief. It’s just a waiting game now for admissions decisions.
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“T-minus 2 hours until decisions come out. You nervous?” Luke asked as you guys were laying on the couch before he had to go to practice.
“A little, but it’s not the end of the world if I don’t get in. I mean, i’ve already got my career, so why would I worry about getting in so that I could work more to get a degree that would allow me to work even more? Why did i do this again?” you questioned back, joking with him. “If I don’t get in, I’ll just grab my bag and go back to LA and star in the highest grossing movie of the decade… again”
Luke laughed at your comment, despite hearing the quiet hesitation in your voice. He didn’t realize how much you actually wanted to get in. He didn’t know how much you wanted to prove that you’re more than just some face in gossip magazines or the most talked about name in the headlines. You wanted to be seen and treated like a person, someone who people respected because you worked just as hard as they did to get to the same place as them. You always advocated for equality for everyone and yet people always worshipped you and put you on a pedestal.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” he countered.
“I’m not sure yet. Part of me regrets applying, because I don’t want to get in for nepotism or for being famous, but I also want to get in, because I want to make everyone proud of me.” You replied.
It broke Luke’s heart a little to hear you talk about this in the way you are, because how could anyone not be proud of you and what you accomplished at such a young age? You had 6 Oscars, 4 Emmys, the most nominations at the Grammy’s this year, and you were named the most powerful person of the year by Time Magazine, Forbes Magazine, AND Vogue. You were a sensation that was still only just beginning. You had the entire world eating in the lam of your hand.
“Well, no matter what happens, I’m proud of you for trying. You don’t need college, but I applaud your efforts anyway. You could honestly be anything you want, be anyone you want, all you have to do is try and not everyone can do that.” He said, and his heart absolutely MELTED at the tiny smile you tried to hide by hiding your face further in his chest.
He heard you mumble the most adorable, embarrassed “Thanks” from his chest and he couldn’t help but giggle.
“Let’s not think about it for a while, please?” you asked, politely.
“Ok. We can just rewatch the movie where you play a real life version of one of the most famous dolls in the world.” He says, purposefully teasing you!!
“Oh God.” You laughed out.
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You held your breath as you opened the email concealing your admissions decisions. It felt as if the world was telling everyone to be quiet and listen.
“I got it.” You whispered as quietly as possible.
“You got in?!” Luke shouted, jumping nearly 7 feet high as he got up to look at you.
“No. I got the email that says if I got in or not.” You answered.
“Oh. Sorry for freaking out.” He looks away, slightly embarrassed. You give him a small look and smile full of adoration before turning back to your phone.
“Here goes nothing.” You say as you click on the email. “What? I don’t get it? Oh! I have to log into the admissions portal in order to see the decision.”
You click on the portal login link and enter your login id username and password, fingers slightly trembling with anticipation. Hesitantly, you click on the link that states “An update has been made about your decision.”
Taking a deep breath, you read a letter that says:
“Dear Y/n, Thank you for applying to New York University. We are humbled by the overwhelming interest in attending NYU and the outstanding quality of the applications we received this year. After careful consideration and thorough examination, it is with regret we must inform you were are unable to offer you admission for the Fall 2024 semester.”
“I didn’t get in.” You confessed barely loud enough for a mouse to hear.
Instantly, Luke had his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, fiercely protective. You were so disappointed that you weren’t even crying, almost as if you were expecting to be rejected.
“Whatever. Fuck them anyway. They didn’t deserve you to begin with. You belong somewhere like UMich or in an Ivy League school. You’re too good for them.” He tries to reassure you. “Look at it this way, you can continue doing what you love most and stay here with me. In the end, you learned something.”
“And what’s that?” you questioned him.
“Rejection is just redirection, that’s all. College wasn’t in the cards for you and life thinks you’re better off in the spotlight, making more money in a single year than those lousy admissions officers make in their entire lives. You were meant to be somebody great. You ARE somebody great and you’re becoming somebody even more perfect than I ever thought possible.”
His words struck a chord in your heart so deeply that you couldn’t help but hold on to him for dear life. You felt your eyes begin to prick with tears. As the first one fell out of your right eye, you knew automatically that they were tears of joy. Your heart swelled with pride and love for Luke as you laughed into his chest.
“Yeah. Fuck them. I don’t need them. I’m a star! You’re all I need.” You teased back. Deep down, you were incredibly disappointed, but Luke’s words of affirmation and love meant more to you than the rejection letter did. Nothing could beat that.
“That’s right, baby.” He laughed as he tighten his grip over you. He gently kissed the top of your head and repeated quiet “I love you’s” for at least 10 minutes.
“What time is it?” You asked.
“It’s…5:30.” He responded gently leaning over to turn on his phone to check. “Oh Shit! I’m gonna be late!”
“Go! Go! Go!” You laughed at him.
God, this boy. You thought, shaking your head. That’s MY boy.
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