cause of her shirt


Thank you for your lovely comments, darlings!!! I hope you like what I did with your prompts!! Enjoy!!! <3

Warning: Hot make-outs, smutty mentions, cute Bughead galore and just me fawning over the bae that is Cole Sprouse. 

“We have to go.” Kiss

“Hmm, in a second.” Kiss

“One day – kiss – we’ll get caught – kiss – and they’ll definitely expel us.” Hard Kiss.

“Oh, I’d love to see you, Betty Cooper – kiss – getting expelled over a steamy make out.” Bite.

Betty just let a breathless laugh, alternating the angle of her head and dropped her arms to his shoulders, crossing them by the wrists behind his head. Jughead’s smile grew more in delight against her lips and he dove in again, pecking her lips hard. They were in one of the dusty storage rooms of their high school, the smallest one and the one with no windows, exploring this new-found feeling of being in love and being a couple, mist old broken chairs and random school supplies. Betty was perched up on an unused desk that lay against the wall, dressed for her cheerleading practice in her usual white and yellow t-shirt and dark blue shorts, while her boyfriend was standing deliciously between her gorgeous legs, school bag, denim jacket and beanie abandoned somewhere on the floor, kissing her like there was no tomorrow for God knows how long now.

That was basically they daily routine. Ever since the two of them overcame their irrational fears of rejection and possible heartbreak and talked with each other about that kiss that held all of Jughead’s suppressed emotions all those years, they couldn’t overlook their mutual feeling of desiring to be together. Three weeks had passed since that day and, despite of the new challenges they were faced with every day, regarding their unconventional families and the amorality that seemed to emerge every once in a while of the core of their small town, the two teens were basking in the afterglow of their romance with affectionate gestures and heated make outs. The only cloud shading their Romeo and Juliet fairytale was that everything was being done in shadows, like a good, concealed secret.

They wanted to tell people; and they would do it. They weren’t afraid or ashamed, both emotions equally unfair to the wonderful union that it was them. They just wanted to do it in their own terms, without excited friends or controlling parents getting in their way, without having to explain themselves or put labels and boundaries in something that came and kept growing natural to them. So, janitor’s closets and storage rooms it was.

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anonymous asked:

andriel with "Are you fucking kidding me?” Or "everything's going to be fine" please ((ps your writing? Just ruin me you are so good!!))

thank you sweet pea! i chose the first one if that’s alright!

from this list

Andrew hated airports. That was a fact.

They were loud and crowded, full of screaming children and businessmen, two of Andrew’s worst nightmares

 But here he was, standing in baggage claim with his suitcase and hands itching for a cigarette. He idly scratched the tattoo at his wrist, looking around for a bundle of curly hair and processed sunshine.

 “Andrew!” There it was.

Nicky ran up to him with barely contained happiness stretching itself into a smile. “You made it! Neil’s going to be so excited!”

Andrew hoped so, or he’d have to explain to his coach why he took a week off near the end of the offseason, even though his team was supposed to be practicing. He was Exy’s greatest goalkeeper, but even the promise of that wasn’t enough to keep him away from his boyfriend.

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Kiwi: Part Three

A mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. x

Kiwi: Part One // Kiwi: Part Two

“Where are yeh taking me?”

Harry’s voice called out to her as she led him uphill through the forest, the humidity of the Jamaican air causing the material of her shirt to cling to her back. She turned around to look at Harry as he scaled up behind her, his blue muscle shirt showing off the inked skin of his arms. She flashed a grin, reaching a hand out to him as she spoke.

“It’s a secret, Kiwi. That means I can’t tell ya,” she laughed a little, and he reached out to take her hand in his. She gave him a tug and pulled him up to her level, smiling at his dimpled grin. She released his hand and turned to continue walking uphill, grabbing onto the straps of her bag. “It’s one of my favorite places here. Found it a little after I moved to this side of the island, and I usually come here on my free days.”

“How long’ve yeh been here fo’?” He asked, running a hand through his unruly locks that had yet to be tamed by the heat.

“About a month and a half now,” she answered. She waited for him to catch up and take the few steps he needed to before she started to walk again. “How about you? What’s a superstar like you doing here?”

“Been here for about a week now working on the next album,” he explained.

“What made you want to come here?” She asked.

“It’s a peaceful place,” he answered, reaching to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face. “The past few albums I’ve made with the boys have mostly been recorded on the go—in hotel rooms or between a handful of different cities. I loved it an’ I wouldn’t give the memories away for the world, but I wanted something different this time ‘round.”

“Makes sense,” she said, glancing at him over her shoulder with a smile on her face. “Almost there.”

Harry followed her to the edge of what looked like a small cliff. He took a few steps towards the edge and looked over at the pool of water at the bottom of what could have easily been a hundred foot drop. He then watched as she set her backpack down on the ground and began removing her t-shirt, revealing the white bikini top underneath.

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maggie in a t-shirt appreciation post

A Night Alone [Smut]

Author: @werewolfmutant

Word Count: 1,526

Warning: Smut

Author’s Note: My first smut one shot. *sigh* just read on.

@stilinski-jpeg @dylan-trash-tbh @mf-despair-queen @maddie110201 @ninja-stiles @thelittlestkitsune @celestial-writing @golddaggers @sincerelystiles @writing-obrien @dtescohmi @dumbass-stilinski @sarcasticallystilinski

Originally posted by hickey-aesthetic


On a dark night.

There was a cabin, deep, deep, into the woods. It was small looking, one story, and a nice sturdy roof. Just enough for alone time.

That’s what Y/N and Stiles thought.

The two decided to get away from all the supernatural for at least one night and spend some quality time together. So, Y/N had found the cabin and they decided to rent it for the night and then they could go back to the crazy supernatural that they call life. It was tiring, to be honest. Having to look over your shoulder twenty four seven, afraid that something bad will happen.

After all. Beacon Hills is the new beacon for the supernatural. They already knew what they were getting into when they gave the Nemeton power, after sacrificing themselves for their parents. One thing led to another, and it just made their lives busier and busier..

That and having to juggle school into the mix.

Currently, Y/N was seated on the couch in front of the fireplace Stiles was setting up. She asked him multiple times if he knew what he was doing, he would say, “I’ve been to boys scouts, Y/N. I think I know how to start a fire.” She’d roll her eyes.

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mechengmama  asked:

7. “im a barista at a 24 hour coffeeshop and you just came in with a bucket and asked me to fill it with coffee… u okay?” Hermione x (Your Choice)

Draco was bored. 

Their last customer had come in hours ago and it was almost closing time. He pressed at his cuticles and leaned one hip against the counter as he counted down the minutes until he could officially close the small coffee shop. He sighed and looked up at the clock again. Surely at least 10 minutes had passed… 

9:42 pm. 

Only two minutes had passed. 

He wished he wasn’t the only barista currently working. He would have preferred to have someone to talk to to help the time pass. Even Pansy. He pressed down on his cuticles harder as he thought about how much he disliked this job. It wasn’t like he had to work. He was a Malfoy. He would never have to work a day in his life if he chose not to. But his mother had insisted it would build character. So, here he was. In a horrid puce colored apron that clashed horribly with his coloring. 

His back was to the door when he heard the small tinkle of the bell that signaled its opening. He frowned and glanced at the clock again, 9;43 pm. They closed at 10 pm on the dot. Who would be coming in this late? He completed the turn to find a harried looking young woman holding a bucket standing in front of him. 

His frown deepened. “Can I help you?” he asked as he took her in. Her hair was wild and frizzed and he expected she had been running her hands though the strung out curls, or been pulling on them, and had caused them to stand up. Her shirt was too large and had the local college’s logo on it, it hung off one shoulder revealing a bit of a tattoo on her collar bone. Draco wasn’t sure but he thought it might be birds. Her eyes looked slightly wild as she held out her bucket toward him. 

“I need you to fill this with coffee.” 

Draco blinked, “Excuse me?” 

She shook the bucket slightly and held it out further. Her arm stretched to its full length now. “This bucket. Right here. Fill it with coffee. I don’t care how much it costs.” her wild eyes were steady on his and too wide. 

“Um…” Draco stalled, unsure how to proceed. They didn’t have an option for ‘bucket of coffee’ “I don’t think that’s legal. Or healthy,” she blinked up at him and continued to hold the red plastic bucket out to him by the handle, “Look, maybe this is none of my business, but are you okay?” 

The woman looked up at him, brows scrunched together as if she needed to consider her answer. “It’s finals week.” she finally told him. Her tone was practical, as if that explained everything. 

And really, Draco supposed it rather did. He nodded solemnly at her in understanding. “Okay.. what’s your name?” 

“Hermione.” she supplied with a smile and Draco felt an answering smile spread across his face.

“Hermione.” he said the name slowly, enjoying the way the syllables rolled off his tongue. “How’s this. I’ll give you the largest coffee we have, with an extra shot even, on me. But no bucket. Deal?” 

She tilted her head studied him for a second. Her eyes flicked down to his name tag, then back up to his face. She lowered the bucket, “Deal. Will you sit with me while I drink it?” she added. 

Draco’s smile widened, he glanced at the clock, 9:56 pm, “Sure.” 

Totally missed the 24 hour part. my bad! 

waiting on the right words (g.d.)

I’m pretty sure I’ve written more fluff lately than I ever have before… And I guess I got a thang for first kiss Gray cause LAWD. This one’s inspired by one of my absolute favorite songs right now about wanting to tell someone so many things, but not being able to find the words. As always, I hope you guys enjoy!! :)


SONG: Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu by The Maine

“You’re joking right? Please for the love of all that is good and holy, tell me you are absolutely joking.”

“What? I thought this looked awesome!” He exclaimed in confusion, waiting for an explanation from the girl casually laying on her stomach on top of his bed. The boy stood in front of his closet holding a hanger carrying a black t-shirt in one hand, and one with a brown, faux leather jacket in the other.

“Grayson,” she sighed, laying her phone down and resting her hands in her palms. “You seriously cannot wear brown with black. It’s hideous and a fashion disgrace, and I won’t let you do it.”

The boy let out an over exaggerated, dragged out scoff as he turned back to his closet, placing his choices back where they belonged and began searching again. A thump to his lower left leg caught him off guard, noticing one of his pillows landing by his left foot. 

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racetotheedgelove  asked:

Can you do prompt 3: "I'm not jealous"


Hiccup clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes, trying so hard not to explode, to contain his emotions and-

Aedan moved even closer to Astrid, going so far as to wrap an arm about her stiff shoulders. She was gnawing on her lip, obviously looking uncomfortable but knowing she couldn’t say anything- this was Chief Murtagh’s son after all. The Chief’s son… and doing anything against him would disrupt the peace. She couldn’t punch him, show any signs of physical violence… if she did, the peace treaty could be destroyed. Especially since she was just a shield maiden, if she had been a general or anyone else in higher rank it would be a totally different story.

“So, babe, how about… a midnight walk, huh? On the beach? Sound romantic?” Aedan asked with a smug smirk down at the girl captured in his rough embrace.

Hiccup wanted to puke, then he wanted to punch Aedan’s smug face. Then he wanted to grab Astrid and tote her away from the Great Hall, do anything to get away from that miserable excuse of a Viking. Hiccup looked over towards his Dad, Stoick also looking slightly concerned as he eyed Astrid and Aedan worriedly. When Hiccup caught his eye, he smiled reassuringly and nodded his head.               

Hiccup looked back over at Aedan, seeing red when he noticed how comfortable that lunk looked sitting next to Astrid. Hiccup’s girlfriend. NOBODY ELSES.

And with no thought on what he was doing, Hiccup shoved away from the table and made his way over to the “gang’s” table where Astrid-and now Aedan-were sitting. If his Dad hadn’t forced him to sit with the other Chief’s, Hiccup would’ve been sitting beside Astrid, and none of this would’ve happened…

The gang’s eyes widened when he stopped before Aedan, and Hiccup thought he saw Snotlout lift a hand to his face. The twins began whispering in a chant “Thor’s Mighty Hammer! Thor’s Mighty Hammer!”

Hiccup’s hands fisted, and he took in a shaky deep breath before saying as calmly as possible, “Aedan. Move.”

“…And why would I do that?” Aedan asked leisurely. “Don’t think I’m gonna move for a skinny toothpick like you, do you?”

“Thor’s Mighty Hammer!” the twins chanted a bit louder, while Fishlegs smiled widely. Astrid just stared at Hiccup, calmly letting him take care of this situation.

“Move, Aedan.”

“I’d listen, man!” Snotlout snorted, his hand still rubbing his jaw tenderly.

Aedan rolled his eyes, “…Yeah…Sorry, but no.”

Hiccup tried to hold himself back, but when Aedan tightened the arm around Astrid even more- causing her to squirm- he snapped. He grabbed Aedan’s shirt front and punched him, straight in the face, before giving him a hard shove and a harsh kick of his prosthetic, sending Aedan tumbling to the ground.

Silence fell in the hall, broken only by Hiccup’s heavy breathing and Aedan’s whimpered moans. The guy was clearly not seriously injured-besides a possibly broken nose and a few missing teeth. It looked to be mainly his pride was the only thing seriously harmed.

“I said move.” Hiccup hissed, and Aedan didn’t hesitate to scuttle off towards the Hall’s exit, holding a hand over his bleeding nose as he went.

The twins broke into applause, while everyone else let out whoops and Astrid just smiled broadly, waving a hand and motioning for him to sit beside her.

“Jealous, much?” She asked with a laugh.

“I’m not jealous.” He muttered, but smiled at her before quickly kissing her, Astrid’s arms going to wrap about his neck while his wrapped around her waist.

“Odin, I’m sorry, Stoick!” came Murtagh’s voice. “I’ll have a talk with my son, and I apologize on his behalf. But my congratulations! You’re son looks to have improved in his skills, and it looks you’ll be planning a weddin’ soon, aye?”

Hiccup blushed, but didn’t hesitate to pull Astrid a bit closer. He didn’t want to ever let go of her again.

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“War Paint” Vol. 1 - Space babies

Yes, I’m aware I could do this much better but please what are poses, accept them in their wonderful themed shirts okay

Are you made of copper and tellurium...?

#SanversWeek Day Two: Nerd Girlfriends.

More SMUT FOR YOUR READING PLEASURE. And there will be more tomorrow hehe.

@404artnotfound is literally beta goals holy fuck.

[Read on AO3]

It starts fairly innocently. The gang is together at the bar, shooting pool and drinking together after a big win against Cadmus. Maggie had been looking at her through hooded eyes all night, and it’s starting to rile Alex up until…

“Are you made of Copper and Tellurium?” Maggie drawls in her ear when the rest of the group gets distracted by Lena declaring in slight tipsiness that she would build Kara a soft serve machine in her apartment.

Alex groans, dropping her head to the table heavily and waiting for her ridiculous girlfriend to continue.

“Because you are Cu-Te.”

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that, Sawyer.” Alex mutters, lifting her head to squint at Maggie. She looks far too proud of herself at the line, sliding closer to Alex in the booth and placing a dangerous hand just a little too high on her thigh.

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Game Aesthetics: Rochelle (Left 4 Dead 2)

anonymous asked:

FS+35) things you said that made me feel real, please and thanks! All the best for the move!

HI, this is late as usual, and with all this framework angst it spiraled from a short drabble, so you can read below or at AO3. And thank you! The move went okay and we’re finally settled in!

This is post-framework emotional hurt/comfort stuff. There is mention of AIDA and a brief discussion of that non-con, and I tried to be respectful but just a warning if that’s not your thing. Barely getting this out before the next episode makes my stuff non-canon lol.


As soon as she’s out of the Framework, Jemma throws up. The effects of being plugged-in and then removed less carefully than ideal causes her stomach to churn and gives her the world’s worst migraine.

She knows she and Daisy are getting off easy. The rest of the team had been rushed to medical before she’d fully regained consciousness and she can sense the fear radiating off of the other remaining agents like a tidal wave.

Jemma is torn between abject terror for the safety of her friends, bone-crushing relief that they’d succeeded after all, and a hollow rage that no one had thought to take her to Fitz before carting him away. As if they didn’t know the sight of him, alive and in the real world, was the only medicine she needed right now.

“Whoa,” Yoyo exclaims, as Jemma pushes herself out of the bed and promptly sinks to the floor. They’d tended to her leg while she’d been under, but it hasn’t healed completely and remains weak from disuse.

Yoyo wraps her arms around Jemma and hauls her back up. “You can’t do this. You need to be careful.”

Jemma shakes her head and then immediately stops as another wave of pain and nausea overwhelms her. “No, I need—”

She’s too weak to finish but Yoyo knows and gently perches Jemma back onto the bed. “Let me get a wheelchair.”

When she finally sees him, unconscious again as a cocktail of drugs floods his veins, she panics and can’t calm down until Yoyo helps her settle next to him in the bed. She places her hand over his heart, grounded by the steady beat and god, it’s true, he’s still alive in this world.

“See?” Yoyo says, brushing a comforting hand across her forehead. Jemma inhales deeply, pressing a gentle kiss to Fitz’s chest.

“I’ll be next door,” Yoyo murmurs, and Jemma nods. She knows Yoyo has her own heartache to tend to. She knows that these days will be about reassuring themselves and each other as best they can. When she hears the door shut she takes a moment, and then another, to breathe. Fitz smells different—more medicinal and sterilized—but underneath it all is the aroma of the same body wash he’s used since he was sixteen. Here, he is still the Fitz she’s always known.

Of everything, she chooses to focus her mind on that and finally lets herself relax into sleep.


Jemma wakes in confusion, water dripping down her face and causing her shirt to cling to her skin. She licks her bottom lip, tastes salt, and barely stops herself from screaming with the unfairness of it all. This wasn’t right. She had escaped. She had saved him, saved them both; how is it possible that the ocean came back to reclaim their bodies after all?

She tightens her arms around Fitz, determined to drag him to the surface again, as many times as it takes, forever, when she hears his shuddering breath and realizes he’s crying. She looks up at him, his face turned away from her and tears pooling into the dip of his clavicle, and wants nothing more than to hide him away from the world until she knows she can protect him.

“Fitz,” she says, reaching up and wiping a tear away with her thumb, and her gentle action causes the last of his restraint to break. He sobs and sobs until she wonders how he even has any water left in his body. He brings a hand up to hide his face and she curls around him, sliding a leg between his, slipping her arms underneath his shirt and wanting to cry with the sharp relief at finally feeling his skin against hers.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, even though she knows it’s not really. But he’s here with her now, and wasn’t that all she’d wanted? Perhaps she should have wished for a better artificial world so that waking him up would only mean tending to physical trauma. But she hadn’t known and had received only what she’d begged from the universe and so: “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re safe, we’re going to be okay.”

He doesn’t speak and she worries that the price for his appearance in her world has been his voice, that AIDA like a cartoon villain has stolen it in exchange for his freedom.

“Oh, Fitz,” she murmurs, kissing his cheek and his neck and finally resting her lips against the pattering of his pulse, somehow stronger than anything else in the room. There is so much to say, and she finds that she can’t say any of it.


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Dangerous Woman- Part 14

A/N: This part was hard to write but I hope I did it justice. We’re getting close to the end. I’m thinking a few more parts but I’m definitely planning a squeal with @livforthegames.

Warnings: Swearing/Violence/Getting Bucky hot and bothered… ;)

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of Tony Stark to become the head lawyer for the Avengers. You never expected your life to change but fate has a funny way of turning everything upside down.

Bucky x Reader  

Part 13/Masterlist

Originally posted by rohgers

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*bangs fist on table* GIVE ME CHALUPA. GIVE HER TO ME PLEASE.

I drew her with the Phoenix Fire gauntlet cause all of these theories surrounding her are gonna make me explode I want them all to happen so bad.

(also gave her the umbrastaff cause why not, also her shirt says babe. I will be doing more taz fanart so follow me if you jive with that)

ALSO when I originally posted this I didn’t know the green skin thing was offensive OR that Taako was canonically a sun elf, so I fixed it. Long live Chalupa. 

What if I was sober? (Part 3).


As a part of this drunk!reader series, I have also got this Hotch one!

A/N or warnings??: Purely sinful smut requested by anonymous, this is also suuuuper long so there is a “keep reading” banner close to the start!

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Spencer quickly scanned over the message, heart beat accelerating as he slammed his hand on the hotel bar, mentally cussing himself. His mind whirled, encouraging the doctor to act on his constant urge still remaining from the night before. Without another thought to give him a reason not to, he stood up abruptly, adrenalin fuelling his sudden confidence as he rushed to his shared hotel room.

“Y/N.” Spencer urged from behind the door after knocking against the white wood firmly. When Y/N opened the door he immediately caught the nerves possessing her empty eyes.

“Do you regret it?” Spencer asked sincerely, voice unusually deep making Y/N frown at his darkening eyes. Her lips parted to speak but her tightening throat failed to produce barely a squeak so she quickly shook her head, no. Within seconds, he slammed the door shut, firmly cupping her face as he dominated her lips. She groaned at the unexpected contact, making Spencer pull away with a sharp suck on her lower lip.

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Renegade (pt. 4)

Another wolf-finds-his-mate story, but I kicked it up a notch and created a whole new world around it. 

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Supernatural (EXO as wolves, but more species involved in the storyline)

Word count: 8912 words

Warning: Long read, Somewhat angsty, Dork! Chanyeol, five second sex scene that I have not written like I would write smut but more held-back, lots of things happening and after a while you won’t even be able to tell what the biggest problem is. I promise it’ll all make sense later on.

New to the series? Start your adventure here: Prologue (Don’t skip it, it contains info you’ll need later on.)
The posts will always contain a link to the next part, unless that part hasn’t been posted yet.

Part 4

Chanyeol leaned his bum onto the table top of the chestnut brown, wooden desk, allowing him to compromise some of his tallness and spread his legs spaciously for (y/n) to stand in between them. Owing to his long legs, his dress shoes remained settled on the floor, though the idea to wrap them around her legs had emerged from his cerebrum several times. As if holding her waist in his arms was not enough, he wanted to capture her prisoner of love and hold on to her like there was no tomorrow.

He acted as much out of desire for her as out of necessity. Since the day they had intensified their mate-bond, Chanyeol would wake up to minor headaches that disappeared by virtue of a few kisses, hugs and minutes of physical contact, shared with his girl.

He wished for things to be different, but for now he had to make do with sneaking around like teenagers at locations where (y/n) was not supposed to be; empty lecture-hall back offices having the amplest space were at the top of Chanyeol’s preferred list. He felt guilty for urging her to have rendezvous with him like these. Unfortunately, there weren’t many other options considering the dangers of abstinence.

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head cannon that all of maggie's shirts are way too long on her

cause she’s so smol so that’s why she’s always either 100% tucked in or 100% drowning in her clothes
and so the first time alex takes off maggie’s pants she’s all excited to see maggie nearly nekkid but her shirt hangs down so low it’s less skin than when she wears boxers and Alex is just like oH MY GOd you’re SO SMOL

Poor smol bean