do i look kinda hot here

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“A toss?!”

“Todoroki tossed to him!”

Todoroki Shouto as Kageyama Tobio
Midoriya Izuku as Hinata Shouyou


Tododeku x Kagehina because why not. Todoroki looks so hot with Kageyama’s sweatshirt.  (*/ω\) 。・゚・ ♡

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DO NOT repost and or remove the credits to my edits please. It takes time to do things as simple as this and I get demotivated when I see it reuploaded. :(

kiyumiarashi  asked:

Tell us about the parrots and the zipline? That sounds like the worst thing to happen ever.

Oh boy ok brace yourself cause this entire debacle was just a mess. Imma tell the story of this entire day cause it was just absolute bs 

So I’m in Mexico with my family, yknow, having a nice vacation. My dad doesn’t do heat, so it was just my grandparents, my mom, and me. Keep in mind, I was like, 16 at the time, so this was a few years ago now. 

So, i fully admit, I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Always have been, always will be. So when they said we could go to a massive park that was 90% underground, and the rest was like 300ft in the air, i jumped at the opprotunity.

so we get there and I immediatly beeline for the ziplines. Now, you can’t just do one of these suckers. Once you do one, there’s no going back until you’ve conquered all 12 (or something like that, there was a lot.) It took the better part of two exhausting hours to get through them all. 

So before the parrot issue there was some other bs first. We brought my best friend with me that year, but because we were both too light, we had to go tandum for a lot of the lines, or else we wouldn’t make it across. We’d just get stuck in the middle of the line dangling like a pinata, and no body wants that.

so the first bs comes along. I’m singing the batman theme song to keep my friend calm, because she is not a fan of heights. Like, we are screaming NANANANANANANA BATMAAAAAN at the top of our lungs. And we look ahead and see this massive gap in the trees. Now, we’d gone over a couple cinotes already where we could see the people doing the under ground activities. We figued, hey, let’s laugh at the people doing the river swim that’ll make us feel better. SO we get up on it and my friend starts freak tf out. It wasn’t a cinote.

it was a snake pit.

A massive round, man made snake pit will with hundreds of writhing snakes. They were climbing the walls, even the trees that were like 3ft from our toes. So we’re freaking out like “I don’t wanna be indiana jones i’m too young!!” But we pass it with no problem. We keep going another few second or so, and we see another break in the trees. We’re bracing like cause we assume it was another snake pit. It wasn’t.

It was a crocodile pit.

cue freak out number two.

but we pass it and all is well. Then we come onto the landing strip. We were just starting out so this one was pretty low to the ground. And then i see a weird shape on the grass landing pad.

There was a crocodile on the lawn

we freaked OUT like you wouldn’t believe.

so we’re soaring at this thing and there’s no stopping. We’re waving at the guys who are supposed to catch us with a net like “yo guys u got a coc problem.” and they don’t seem bothered in the slightest. We pass over this thing and it doesn’t move, but i’m 99% sure i tried to kick it. Now we’re free we’re safe and we should be slowing down…why aren’t we slowing down.

we slam into the safety net full force and bounce back a couple feet. When we manage to unhook ourselves we find the two duded pissing themselves laughing.

it was a fake crocodile. i tried to kick a concrete lawn ornament.


onto the parrots.


for this next one my friend was freaking out, as we were over 300ft up. I wanted to go asap so i went attached to my mom instead. At this point, i am alrady 5′8″, and my mom is like 5′5″. so you have this massive beanpole of a child strapped to her tiny mother. So we take off and our combined weight has us absolutely flying down the line. It’s all idealyic and serene, and i’m enjoying my crocodile free cruise. I look down and through a break in the trees i spot the amphibian vehicles going in and out of the cave systems. All good. Right beside them is a pack of leopards sunning themselves on a rock, which is also directly below us. and im thinking “wow, this would a crappy time to fall” immediatly i hear

thunkthunkthunkthunkthunk

my legs hurt all of a sudden. I glance down and see blood dripping down my leg. Mom is screaming/laughing.

we hit a flock of parents mid flight

and they were pissed.

So im screaming and swatting at them, they’re screeching like little feathered demons and pecking t us, some were dangling off my shoe laces, shriekingly like hellions. I still have scars from those suckers. They eventually fly off starnig us down like “dont ever come to our terf again” 

we finished the ziplines without incident after that.

but my day isnt over yet.

we have a wonderful lunch, i get my legs cleaned up, and we make the trek to the amphibian vehicles i saw earlier. We hop in and we’re going through the motions. Up and down, into caves and out. Super cool. Loved it.Then we come to where i saw the leopards.

all the cars in front of us pass without incident.

the second we roll up the leopards perk up and start running after us

cue freakout number 4654783

now, my grandpa is driving and i’m sitting there, with nothing but a mesh door between me and a pack of leopards

“grandpa go faster, we gotta goooo” and he just looks at me all calm like

“i know why they’re here.”

“THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW WHY THEY’RE HERE GO FASTER”

He just calmly, oh so casually, pulls out a hot dog from lunch.I just kinda stare at him like GRANDPA

Obviously i do the smart thing

i grab that stupid hot dog at chuck at the nearest leopard

i hit it in the face

they all fall on each other trying to get a taste of that mustardy goodness and we take that moment to make our escape


and that was my” wth is going on in mexico extravaganza”

and that day didn’t even include the sting ray incident

Your wife is hot part 2 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The Justice League is coming over at Wayne’s mansion for a barbecue…

Someone asked for a part two, so here’s a part two …Hope you’ll enjoy :s

Part one

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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You didn’t really expect the Leaguers to take you up on your barbecue offer…but they did. And this times, they were all here. Fortunately, Wayne mansion’s garden was massive. And with multiple trips to shops, Alfred you and your boys were able to bring enough food of all kind that it was all good. 

Except that you were stressed, yet again. So many superheroes in the same place, wasn’t it a bit of bad luck ? Like asking for a catastrophe to happen ? Oh my God, what if a major world threat arrived in your garden and started to destroy everything ?

You felt an arm go around your shoulder, and, instantly recognizing it, you wrapped your own arm around his waist. 

Bruce. Your Bruce. You snuggle into his side. 

-Are you nervous again ? 

-Is that this obvious ? 

-Only to me, I know you darling. 

You smiled to him and went on your tip toe to kiss him. Even on your tippy toes though, you were too short and he bent forward to meet your lips. Fucking giant man. 

-It’s going to be alright. They know they should leave you alone, they might be all more powerful than me physically, but they know better than to actually piss me off. You know, I got plans to take them down.

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Guys my age

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: Lots of smut, protected though, but smut. Wrap it before ye tap it.

A/N: My baby @imaginedaily asked me if I could write a little something for her and of course I said yes because she’s my baby and I love her and I’m guessing I’m a bit gay – okay, A LOT hehe <3 Inspired in Hey Violet’s “Guys my Age


Originally posted by mayawolf

You got out of the shower with a white towel wrapped around your body. Andy Black blasting in the background, as loud as your neighbors allowed. Dancing around at the rhythm of the music, you took out clothing from the drawers and started sliding it on your frame.

Your music faded away and in its place, your ringtone rang. You looked at it and ignored the caller. It had been about four weeks since you’d been ignoring your lame ex; he wanted to get back together with you because he missed you very much but you felt completely disgusted by the idea. Someone told you guys your age were idiots and even though he seemed normal at first, he proved to be everything you were told he would.

Zipping up your leather jacket and turning the keys, you hit downtown to see what could the night life offer a single lady such as yourself. You came across a nice-looking place with some live music and seats near the stage to enjoy the music while being seated and drinking. As you made your first order, you couldn’t help but to look at the guy a few tables away from you. He was kinda hot in a rough way.

After exchanging glances at one another, he made the first move of changing seats next to you. His name was Clint, or so he said. Much older than you but not enough to be an old guy.

“And what is a nice girl like you, doing in a place like this?” He asked before sipping from his drink.

“What can I say?” you shrugged, “my ex-man done me wrong and here I am spending my nights talking to hot but old strangers.” A flirty smile drew on your lips.

“Ouch,” Clint took his hand to his heart in an offended manner, “don’t hurt your old man like that, kid.”

After some enriching music, conversation and drinks, you found that that Clint used to work in a circus and that he was more or less skilled at shooting arrows. You were rather impressed with that and you asked him to please show you how to shoot one, and after paying for the drinks, he walked with you back to his place which was not far from the bar.

The night was a bit chilly, but not enough to make you shiver. His conversation was just as fun and as relaxed as he was inside the bar with all the noise and the people around you. At first you thought he was one of those guys who liked pick up young girls because he couldn’t afford to be with one his age, but he seemed more like the guy who actually didn’t care if he was with one or not. Like he didn’t care at all of anything around him, really.

His apartment was entirely neat, and even cleaner than yours. You wandered around his living room while he took out some beers from the fridge for you to drink. You saw some pictures with him and two children, and lots and lots of other people.

“If it’s not too personal, who are the kids in these pictures?” You pointed at one of the pictures.

“My sister’s kids.” He replied, getting closer and handing you your freezing can. “Good kids.”

“And I’m sure they love their uncle Clint, right?” You mocked. “That’s sweet.”

“What can I say?” He shrugged, rising his hands along with him, “all people tend to love me the minute they meet me so… we all win here, right?” He opened his can and took a long sip from it. You saw how his Adam’s apple bobbed and suddenly he became even hotter than how you pictured him. You decided to take a good sip too and let yourself enjoy his company.

Two beers later you were on the rooftop trying to shoot arrows, but it was useless, you were not only bad at it, you were terrible; not a single one hit the bull’s-eye, nonce. He, on the other hand, was incredibly good. He was so damn good that he didn’t need to look at his target. He looked at you and kept talking while shooting.

It was like watching that Brave scene when Merida rejects the sons of the lords, only 10 times cooler.

“You have to relax. You have to be the bow.” He tried to explain. “Try screaming, at the top of your lungs,” you did as he told you but you only ended up with a sore throat, “did that work?” you shook your head. “I didn’t think so,” he rolled his eyes, “ok, now try shaking?” you did, but you only felt even more ridiculous and he tried hard not to laugh at you.

“Oh god, I’m done with this.” You huffed and handed Clint his bow and the arrow he gave you to try.

“No, come on.” He said. “Take my hand–” Clint reached out his free hand and you reluctantly accepted it— “now close your eyes and try to breathe with me.” His voice was soft, and it took you a moment before you started imitating what he was doing. You felt your chest expanding with the air income and with your hands in his, you actually felt much more relaxed.

He slowly got closer and closer, until you had his breath brushing your lips. Your mouth hung a bit open when you felt the proximity of his. It was pure gut instinct that took over your senses, and in a split second you were crashing your lips on his and pulling from his jacket to make the distance disappear.

His strong hands held your waist tightly, and his thumbs circled the uncovered spots of your skin. The bow and quiver fell onto the concrete floor and the night suddenly became hotter. His mouth molded perfectly with yours and his tongue gently slid to intertwine with yours. Somehow, you were not very interested in shooting arrows anymore.

He carried you back to his apartment and closed the door by pushing you onto it. You got rid of your jacket and top and Clint followed in suit, revealing a scarred but ridiculously well-defined torso. You went for his lips again as he walked with you somewhere in his apartment, soon you realized it was his bedroom.

He gently placed you over the mattress and started placing soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He clearly knew what he was doing and you understood why people kept telling that messing around with boys your age was a waste of time. Older men definitely knew what to do, where to do it, when to do it and how to do it. His pace was soft, unlike your ex’s who wanted to get shit done ASAP; oh no, Clint took his time with you, making you enjoy the pleasures of being with a man with experience.

Your breath got caught in your windpipe when you felt a pair of calloused hands near the valley of your breasts, he slowly pulled down the fabric of your bra, giving you enough time to react and tell him to stop, but you said nothing, and your silence only indicated the permission he had. You helped Clint by freeing yourself from the straps and unclasping it from behind. Just a little help.

“I could that on my own, (Y/N).” He teased, keeping his lips glued to the skin of your chest. “I am not like the guys your age.”

“Since you’re a bit older—” you gasped— “I thought you might need a little help, right?”

“Well, I appreciate that.” He looked up at you and nodded.

He kissed and sucked on the hot skin of your breasts; Clint also spread your legs wider to lay comfortable in between them and use them as support once his lips carried on their way down to the hem of your jeans. He quickly unmade the button and pulled the fabric down your legs.

You supported yourself with your elbows on the mattress as he pulled away your wet underwear with his teeth. His hot breathing was a terrible teaser and it was amazing, because in your life someone had taken such care of you. His tongue did wonders and you were sure that you were tearing up his quilt with your tight grip. Hope he didn’t mind.

In a matter of seconds, you were blissfully screaming the Lord’s name and pushing Clint’s head closer to you. It took you a while you fathom how good he was just by eating you out. You stared at the ceiling, trying hard to catch your breath.

“Better than younger guys?” he savored his own lips, smirking wickedly at you.

“Oh, most certainly. Guys my age don’t know how to treat me right.”

“It’s only about to get better.” He unmade his jeans, revealing a glorious shaft under the tight underwear, and before throwing them away, he picked up a condom from his side table. At least he didn’t need to be told to fucking use one. You made a mental note on the various reasons why older guys were better than guys your age.

He positioned himself in between your legs, teasing your entrance with his length and slowly pushed in. He placed his hands on both sides of your head and lowered his upper body to distract you from the terrible stretching feeling by placing soft kisses on your lips. You were rather confused by his love demonstrations, was this a plain fuck or was he… being tender?

You arched your back from the mattress and held on to his broad shoulders as he pounded harder each second. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels on his butt. You loved to hear when he grunted trying to reach a deeper point in you; he was not loud, and compared to you he was a bit silent, but the little moans that spilled on his lips sounded like heaven.

If your previous orgasm was amazing, this one was indescribable. You couldn’t recall coming so loud and so joyfully. You surrendered on the mattress while he helped you ride out the orgasm while reaching his own. You had never been the one to come first, let alone a guy waiting for you. Well, he was not a random guy, he was a man.

After pulling out, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, and headed to the bathroom. You started picking up your clothes to get quickly dressed and leave, but before you could walk away from the bedroom, he appeared in his pajamas (that only included a pair of shorts) and leaned on the door frame.

“You’re not staying for breakfast?” He asked. “I mean, it’s a bit late for you to go out there.”

“I can call an Uber.” You shrugged.

“I’m a bit of a sucker for cuddling,” he admitted, shrugging and walking to the bed, “why don’t you accept my invitation for breakfast and stay the night?” He patted the bed with a huge grin on his face. “You can take a shirt from the drawer; the first one.”

You sighed and did as he told. He was a bit right, it was too late to call an Uber and breakfast sounded like a great idea. You searched for a shirt you liked and that you could keep. A purple one with a red, white and blue bull’s-eye in the middle. It was big enough to cover your butt and you loved the way it looked on you. You even got whistles and cheering from Clint as you did a bit of modeling. When you were about to close the drawer, you found some dark, leather-looking clothing.

“What’s this?” You asked, holding the sort of sleeveless vest.

“Oh, it’s my uniform.”

“Circus uniform?” You asked again, folding the garment and closing for good the drawer. You slid under the covers and cuddled next to Clint.

“No, more like avenging uniform. I’m Clint Barton, by the way.” He smiled, kissed the top of your head and then called it quits by turning off the lights.

anonymous asked:

concept: harry saying “just look at you” I know it’s short and weird but he would sound so good saying it! Like praising you and telling you that you're so good and a good girl.

Oh shit. it’s getting hot in here, so take off all yo clothes. Also threw in a previous request along with this, enjoy!

Request: Hey bb, I was wondering if you could do a lil smut, over Harry’s girl never blowing anyone and she wants to blow harry and he’s kinda shocked! Thank you! Alll the love! X 

Good Girl 

“Just look at you,” His voice is tight, stomach bubbling in anticipation as he looks down at you. The sight causing him to bite back a moan. You’re settled between his bent legs, knees balanced on the scratchy, multicolored carpet below with a grin plastered upon your lips. He’s unraveling, lips are dark pink and pupils are blown. It’s too much. You haven’t even touched him yet and it’s all too much.

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Find Your Prompt

I thought it would be fun to do one of these with prompts. So here you go people:


1. First letter of your name.

2. Your birthday.




A. “Ow! What was that for?!”

B. “Come on, help me find it!”

C. “I want to show you something.”

D. “You do have a plan, right?”

E. “Reading from an ancient book, never a good idea.”

F. “I may kinda be stuck.”

G. “This is not funny!”

H. “It’s okay, I resurrected you.”

I. “Good morning, I made breakfast, here-”

J. “So, how did you two meet?”

K. “You can’t just die, please don’t die!“

L. “Please say you’re here to stay.”

M. “You’re staring again.”

N. “Wait, you’re royalty?”

O. “Ahh, it’s too hot in this room!”

P. “You tried to kill me!”

Q. “What did you break this time?”

R. “Looks fun, doesn’t it?”

S. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

T. “You’ve gotten us lost, haven’t you?”

U. “How did you know?

V. "Didn’t you say we were friends?”

W. “Is that a puppy? That’s so sweet, you brought me a puppy!”

X. “What is wrong with you? You drank one of those potions again didn’t you?”

Y. “You could help!”

Z. “This isn’t real.”





1. “Betrayal never comes from an enemy.”

2. “This is all your fault.”

3. “You can’t just give up!”

4. “Being part angel has it’s perks sometimes.”

5. “Don’t just stand there, run!”

6. “I beg to differ.”

7. “I stole his wallet.”

8. “Its not like you gave me a choice.”

9. “Hey, I’m with you always.”

10. “You’re about to find out.“

11. "We really don’t have time for this right now.”

12. “Of course not.”

13. “Love, I’m already dead.”

14. “Oh my gosh, that is terrifying!”

15. "Not going to happen.”

16. “Do you know how to knock?“

17. "What’s that?”

18. “It wasn’t me!”

19. “I told you not to come over here.”

20. “Run! And don’t stop running!”

21. “Take these chains off first.”

22. “I don’t even know you!”

23. “It’s three in the morning.”

24. “This place is super creepy.”

25. “Let’s just forget this ever happened.”

26. “Hey, you can’t just barge in here like that!”

27. “This one followed me home.“

28. “You don’t really believe that do you?”

29. "Me? Of course not!”

30. “I could also be living my life but look where we are.”

31. “I did?”

college au! where the kids handle their alcohol…



Deku- He doesn’t drink. Usually the DD. When he does drink, however, he is emotional and a lightweight. “You’re too nice to me, Uraraka-san. I don’t deserve you!” Kinda reckless, he ran into a wall once and busted his nose.

Uraraka- She’s the one who gets really honest and brutal. “BAKUGOU, YOU CAN EAT MY ASS.” She turns into the “dumb baby” of the group. “Who wants to see me, jump down this flight of stairs?” She ends up floating away half the time and no one ever knows where she is.

Iida- Typically doesn’t drink either. The other DD. When he does drink he doesn’t change that much, just kinda loosens up a bit. “HAS EVERYONE DRANK WATER. MAKE SURE YOU DRINK WATER BETWEEN ALCOHOL. IT PREVENTS HANGOVERS AND WILL-” A chatter box.

Bakugou- Shirtless. He’s the one who gets drunk and immediately loses his shirt. Becomes more friendly(ish), but the nicknames stick. “Deku isn’t actually half bad for being a complete fucking idiot.” Lost his shoes and made a pair out of Hantas tape. “IT’S CALLED INOVATION, ASSBITCH.”

Kirishima- The karaoke master. Literally knows every single song. Toxic by Britney Spears? Knows it. Life is a highway by Rascal Flatts? Got it. The hype man. He ends up on top of a table at some point. He goes up to people asks, “Wanna know how I got these scars?” “You only have one and it was when you were a BABY.”

Momo- She usually provides the alcohol for the party. “JUST MAKE IT FOR US!” “We gotta be responsible if we DO drink.” Makes sure no one’s stuff gets messed with. Gets really giggly when drunk and everyone falls in love.

Todoroki- Spicy boy™. Beyonce once said, “I get filthy when that liquor gets into me.” Speaking of Beyonce, Partition is his jam and will not hesitate to dance his ass off. Half lidded eyes are his his look when he’s drunk.

Tsuyu- Can handle her alcohol. The one who tends to the emotional drunks. Makes sure to drink plenty of water. She takes “drinking like a fish” to another level. Gets existential. “You ever wondered why were here?”

Kaminari- The DJ. Will play everyone’s favorite song then follow it up with cotton eyed joe and he thinks it’s hilarious. The one guy who has rhythm but can’t dance for shit… so it kinda looks like he knows what he’s doing.

Jirou- Comes out her shell more. Is actually a big dork and makes sure everyone has a good time. Mentions memes or vines to everything everyone says. “It’s hot in here.” “It’s the heat.” “Can you read this for me?” “No I cannot. What up. I’m Jared, I’m 19 and I never fuckin’ learned how to read.”

Mina- “Typical” drunk girl. Here to have a good time and  Does 10 shots off the bat. She laughs really loud and compliments everyone. “WHO WANTS TO DO JELLO SHOTS?” Is always down for beer pong and she always wins. The Champ™

[Menscamp] Spy Cam - The Documents

This took me longer than expected, sorry… (Uni is messing up my schedule T_T)

Anyways…the neko in this is so cute >.<  I get why Nagase is so head-over-heels for him…He’s so flirty with the neko, holding his hands, complimenting him *///* Summed up, this scene is just hot and super adorable, with LOTS of dirty talk, so enjoy!

Btw, if you guys can recommend me any other videos with Nagase, please do! Until now, I haven’t seen much of him unfortunately :/

Translation last scene: Koudai Nagase (Top) and cute neko (Bottom)

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Title: The Ways He Cares
A/N: idk these aren’t connected at all except by the fact that they’re different ways virgil shows he loves the others idk

It wasn’t often that Patton fell asleep in the commons room, even less often that he awoke to the smell of something sweet.  But as he laid there on his stomach trying to pinpoint this smell, he saw Virgil coming out of the kitchen with a mug in his hands.

…Patton’s favorite penguin mug…?

“Oh,” Virgil said, stumbling slightly when he saw Patton’s eyes. “You’re awake…”

Patton groaned as he sat up, stretching and yawning.  “Hey, kiddo…what’re you doing?”

Virgil averted his eyes, looking anywhere but at the moral side. “You were asleep out here and you seemed like you were kinda exhausted…I just – got you a cup of hot chocolate. Since, y’know, you like that a lot. Yeah.”

Patton felt his face break out in a grin, cooing escaping his throat as Virgil hurriedly put the mug down and made haste towards the staircase. “Seeyoulater, Dad!”


“Lo, what are you even looking at?” Virgil asked, making Logan jump.  

The logical side sighed and held up his phone, screen displaying notes and complicated math-y looking stuff.  Gross.

“You’ve been staring at your phone for, like, an hour…You should probably put it down for a while.”

“In a minute, I’ve almost got this,” Logan said, waving off Virgil’s concern.

“Logan, seriously, put the phone down.”

“I will in just a minute.”

Virgil grumbled mainly to himself, quickly reaching over to snatch the device from Logan’s hands.  “You gotta put it down, Lo!”

“Virgil, give it back!” Logan fussed, practically pouncing for his phone.  Virgil simply pushed him back down, keeping Logan at bay with his foot.  Logan huffed, eyes narrowed at the anxious side.

Virgil smirked and put the phone in his back pocket, getting up and grabbing a handful of movies.  He tossed the DVDs down on the coffee table.  “Choose.”


“OK, what about this,” Roman started, hand gestures already far too wild, “swash-buckling pirates on a quest for a mer-“

“Dude.”

“What?  Not a good idea?”

“It’s been done, like, a million times.  Not to mention mermaids are killers, not exactly Ariel.”

“Fiiiiiiine,” Roman whined, rolling his eyes.  “What about a centaur-“

“There’s no way you’re facing off against a centaur, Princey. Why don’t you just stick to fighting with the dragon-witch?”

“That’s gotten so boring!” Roman sighed dramatically, flinging himself across Virgil’s lap, one hand dramatically over his forehead.  “I need a challenge!”

“Yeah, and then you’ll get hurt…” Virgil mumbled quietly.

“What was that?”

“Why are you laying on me, by the way?”

“Oh no, you’re worried about me!” Roman popped up instantly, finger pointed accusingly at Virgil.  “You’re wooooorried!  You caaaaaaare!” he teased in a sing-song voice, giggle slipping out.

“What, no, shut up!”  Virgil felt his face grow hot as he got to his feet, stomping out of the room and up the stairs to his room.  “Fine, fight pirate or whatever, see if I care!”

Roman determined when he came home that night and saw Virgil sitting in his chair that the anxious side did, in fact, care quite a lot. And his wounds would agree.

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bettyjonescooper  asked:

"Person A is walking down the hallway at school/work and Person B walks up behind them and pulls on their bag to get their attention. Person A flips out into self defense mode and this is really awkward because I’ve pinned you against the wall with my elbow in your throat and our faces are inches from each others and we are ~just friends~ but holy fuck do you look hot when you’re mad and you just pinned me against a wall and there is a lot of possible sexual tension here lord help."

Up Close and Personal 

here you go my love! I hope this is kinda what you wanted! I’ve left it open at the end so if anyone’s interested I may continue. 

Enjoy xx

@gellbellshead

It was Monday morning and Betty Cooper was running late. Her converse squeaked slightly as she rushed down the hallway, her hands hastily pinning a stray hair back into place as the curls of her pony tail bounced with the hurried movements.

“Shit, shit, shit!” she mumbled as she noted the lack of students in the halls, checking her watch and letting out a groan with the realisation that homeroom had already begun.

Her hands clenched into fists, her nails grazing the skin of her palms she willed the pressure in her chest to dissipate. Her breathing was shallow and her stomach was in knots as her anxiety spiked.

Locker first. No home room first. But you’re already late. Wait which is closer.

Her eyes darted around the hallway, when suddenly they landed on a dark figure turning the corner up ahead. She strained her gaze before her green orbs widened with realisation. She knew that dark figure. It was the beanie that gave him away, the same grey knitted cap he had worn ever since they met as children.

Suddenly the anxiety left her body, the impending panic attack halting as shock took its place. Her feet fused to the ground as her limbs seized with surprise.

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Here are some winter aus too

- I slipped on ice outside and you ran over and tried to help but ended up slipping too so now we’re both just kinda lying on the ground

- You built an igloo this morning and every time I look out the window you’re just kind of sitting in it doing nothing- are you okay?

- We had a snowman building contest and I built a really cute family of them and you built a cannabalistic snowman eating another one- jfc there are children here what’s wrong with you

- You were walking your dog by my house and I was aiming to hit the tree behind you with a snowball but I just nailed you in the face I’m sO SORry do you want hot chocolate??

- Would you stop trying to sell the neighborhood kids yellow snow saying it’s a lemon slushee-honestly I don’t know why I married you

20 Questions Led to This (Cheryl x Jughead SMUT)

Summary: Jughead found out that Cheryl has liked him for a while now they decided to set up a date. Only the date ended up being sex at Mayor McCoy’s House. Based on my RP Blog, when Josie and Jughead save Cheryl from her mother. Cheryl’s secret crush on Jughead had come out. With Josie at a sleepover at Val’s and Mayor McCoy out of town, Cheryl invited Jughead to come over and fix a little problem of hers that he started.

Warnings: Smut, Like A lots of Smut, Unprotected sex (literally they used a condom once. wtf), heartfelt conversations too, dirty talk, daddy kink, I mean Cheryl is in this,

Disclaimer: Betty and Jughead are not nor were they ever a couple in this! Also, @jugheadkingofweirdos helped me writing this! <3

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20 Questions Led to This (Cheryl x Jughead Smut)

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Sunny Days-chapter 11

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Summary- Honeymoon period begins

Warnings- fluff and smut. Spanking, Masturbation, Sex, Vibrator, Squirting. Yeah, it’s a dirty chapter.

Word Count- about 4.3k

Author’s Note- Yeah, I meant to move the plot forward and it doesn’t seem like that’s really happening but this sets up how Negan is going to try and keep Sunny occupied and distracted from leaving the room. This was not as proofread as usual, because I wanted to get it out asap.

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Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Sunny slowly opened her eyes and snapped them back shut against the bright light that assaulted her vision.

Why are the freaking lights on? Who does that?

She sat up rubbing her eyelids with her palms and tried again. Her eyes adjusted and focused on her new surroundings. Her hands flew to her mouth, smothering her gasp. She sat alone in a beautiful king sized bed with the softest silkiest sheets she’d ever felt. There was luxury dripping off everything in the room. She had never seen, let alone been in a room as beautiful as this one. She was almost afraid to touch anything.

She threw off the downy comforter eager to explore. Goosebumps raised along her bare legs and arms. Looking down, she saw she was clad only in a pink satin slip with black lace that hung low on the tops of her breasts from two spaghetti straps. Her back was completely exposed. The hem reached the tops of her thighs and two slits on either side worked their way up to her hips. Apparently, no panties had been provided. Moving to slide off the tall bed, she looked down and saw two kitten heel slippers with black feathery fluff.

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Bad Reputation

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Words: 3,8k

Warnings: bad parent stuff.

A/N: my sweet Lele asked me two weeks ago if I could do a song inspired fic to Shawn Mendes - Bad Reputation and I said “of cooourse” I started it 3 times and deleted it every time. Plus : I never wanna listen to that song again. ❤️ @golddaggers iloveyou


Also: I’ve got a prompt request from @parislight - I really hope you like it :)

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Originally posted by imaginesofeveryfandom

Stiles knew who Y/N was long before he actually got to know her. He saw the Y/H/C haired girl in the halls of Beacon Hills High, mostly walking alone. Her head held down to avoid eye contact with her fellow students. It was like most people new who she was but nobody was actually friends with her. Y/N kept to herself during the school days, the weekends whatsoever were a different story. You would meet her at every party, always happily dancing to the music, drinking and laughing. She was like a whole different person and Stiles always wondered what kind of girl she really was. But he never really had enough courage to approach her. The seventeen year old boy loved nothing more than to solve a mystery. What he didn’t know was, that she would become the biggest mystery he would ever try to solve.

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anonymous asked:

johnny and peter chilling together on a rooftop (as Bros do) and having a nice picnic and johnny's a happy warm glow and peter's resting his head on his shoulder and they're happy and they complete each other

they like to meet on top of the statue of liberty. spidey always complains because he may be able to swing around and climb things but it’s still considerably more difficult for him to get to the top of the statue, unlike johnny who only has to fly there. but either way spidey wouldn’t miss one of their “totally not a date” dates for the world. whenever he sees one of johnny’s messages in the sky, written in fading orange flame, he hauls ass to lady liberty.

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A/N: @daintyunicorn asked for the dialogue prompt “Enough with the sass!” as a funny prompt with Negan and Daryl. There might also be some slight saucy elements too because my brain took me in that direction oops but I hope you like this! :D

Word count: 870

Warnings: Swearing, kinda NSFW sexual innuendos, hot kissing, an embarrassed Daryl

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

“I swear, you spend more time in your office than you do with your own wives,” you said, pouting slightly as you looked back at Negan. You were sitting on top of his huge hardwood desk, your leg propped up so you could show off your cute pumps and sheer stocking clad leg. Still, he barely glanced at you.

“Darling, nothing would get done around here if I stayed in the parlor and fucked my wives all day,” Negan said as he peeled his eyes away from his work to briefly glance up at you. “Believe me, there’s nothing I’d like more than to bury my cock in you but I’ve got to deal with Rick the Prick and his fucking shenanigans on top of making sure no one acts like a fucking dumbass around here.”

“If ifs and buts were candies and nuts than we’d all have a Merry Christmas,” you said as you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t push it, doll.” Negan sighed and went back to his papers. “If you want to stay here that’s fine with me, but you gotta stop fucking interrupting me. Got it?”

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She Has a Point - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Request:  13rw jeff x Reader where it’s like that stereotypical polar opposites but they talk occasionally small talk bc they have a class together n one day he kinda just pulls her into a cupboard and either kisses her or tells her how he feels :)

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Word Count: 482


I was sitting in English class when, once again, the jocks behind me started snickering. Loudly. I groaned and turned around in the hopes of shushing them, it was independent work time after all, but they all ignored me. I turned back around, pushing my glasses up in the process, and tried shutting the group of boys out and work on the assignment.

“What the hell is wrong with them?” I whispered under my breath, but one of the jocks heard me.

“What was that?” He asked me. “Do you have a problem with us?”

“Yes, actually,” I said, turning around again. “I don’t think that you all being loud as hell is respectful seeing how the rest of us are trying to work,”

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anonymous asked:

I seen that you have US Sans be able to drive a motorcycle in your fanfic, so care to share a few headcanons on that? Also, how would Blueberry react to having a crush on a tough biker chick that enjoys racing against him on the open road?

*Sure thing!  Even though Blueberry is a Papyrus-personality, he’s still a Sans to me, so I try to keep some of those Sans quirks with him.  A love of stars/space is one thing, and the motorcycle is basically just Sans’s version of Papyrus’s sports car, since Sans is riding a tricycle on the open road.  Although a fun fact is that I actually headcanon UT!Sans as riding a moped (because I originally mistook the tricycle as one).  

Cars always seemed a bit big for Blueberry.  He likes to be in control, and while the idea of being able to take his friends along as passengers in a car appeals to him, he still prefers something with more maneuverability.  With a motorcycle, he feels like he has total control over it’s movements, be it with the way he leans his body with the bike, or the way he can easily weave between cars on the road.  

Blueberry likes power.  He wants to soar down the highway, and he’s a little bit on the reckless side.  Thankfully, his control of blue magic helps him prevent any wrecks.  

His motorcycle is flashy and expensive.  It’s got blue lights that illuminate the road around him at night.  

He likes to get into impromptu street races.  And by that, I mean he watched a street racing movie once and decided that’s just what humans do.  He’ll shout at the drivers at red lights and attempt to race them, and his efforts double if he sees another motorcyclist.  He won’t use his magic during a race unless it’s to help one of the other drivers or stop himself from potentially wrecking into them.  

Stretch is adamantly against the races and whoever let Blueberry watch the movie is in for a Bad Time.


US!Sans–Blueberry the Biker:

She always seemed the most beautiful to him when she was leaned over her bike and wearing a smirk.

On one of the days when Blueberry was trying to engage the drivers around him in a friendly street race (how else was he supposed to make friends with the human drivers?), she pulled up next to him on a motorcycle.  There was a part of him that was intimidated; after all, she looked tough in her leather jacket, tight jeans, and knee-high black boots.  He couldn’t see her eyes behind her sunglasses, but an amused smile was curving her lips.  “Sure, I’ll take you up on that, Bones.”

Of course, she thoroughly beat Blueberry, but he gave her a run for her money.  After expressing his admiration for her racing prowess, Blueberry set about trying to beat her.  Day after day, he’d meet her at the same spot and demand a rematch.  On days that she didn’t show up, he felt antsy.  On the days that she did, it felt like his SOUL was thrumming in his chest.  What was once the desire to push himself to be the best motorcycle racer he could be had slowly shifted to him just wanting to grab her attention.  He bought his own leather jacket, and when she didn’t comment, he went to Red for help.  

The next day, he appeared wearing the arm costume tattoo arm sleeves over his bones, thick-soled combat boots, huge sunglasses, chaps over his pants with chains hanging down from the sides, fingerless gloves, a skull-and-crossbone shirt, and the leather jacket with spiked studs all over the shoulders. 
….Yeah, Edge may have walked in and decided to lend his expertise, too.

The biker chick started laughing, and Blueberry looked crestfallen.  “Oh, Bones, what… haha, dude, what’re you wearing?”

His cheeks magically puffed out in a pout.  “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?  THIS IS WHAT ALL BIKERS WEAR!  AND I’M CLEARLY A BIKER, SO I SHOULD DRESS MORE APPROPRIATELY!”  His cheekbones are dusted a light blue, and he’s gripping the handlebars of his bike tight to keep himself from bolting.  Ugh, she’s laughing at him!  He never should have consulted those two.  

“Bones, you’re not a biker–”

“MY NAME I-ISN’T BONES!  IT’S THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!”  Oh, stars, his voice cracked a little, but if she’s going to make fun of him, then she doesn’t get to use a nickname.  

“Okay, Sans.  There’s nothing wrong with what you were wearing before.  So why the sudden change?”

“I JUST WANTED TO LOOK COOL LIKE YOU!” He suddenly admits, feeling stupid.  His eyesockets are burning, but he’s not a babybones; he’s not going to cry.   

She looks taken aback and stares at him for a moment.  A slow smile curves her lips, and she steps over to him and pulls his sunglasses off.  How did he–oh, it was taped on with duct tape, the manliest of tapes.  It takes an awkward couple of seconds longer than it should have because of this, but she finally manages to wiggle his glasses free of the tape.  His eyelights are wide as he stares up at her, and she tips her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to meet his gaze.  “I already think you look cool.”

“Y..YOU DO?”  His eyelights instantly shift into stars.  She grins, nodding.

“Dude, you’re a literal skeleton on a motorcycle.  It doesn’t get much cooler than that.”

Huh.  He never thought of it like that, but now that she’s mentioned it.. that does sound super cool!  His confidence is back, and he mweh heh’s a couple of times, squaring his shoulders.  “WELL, I CAN’T ARGUE WITH THAT LOGIC!  AND.. I DO KINDA MISS MY BANDANNA.”

“Well, why don’t you go change, and then we can race?”

He blinks, his head tilting.  “WHY DO I NEED TO CHANGE TO RACE?”

The biker chick grins, sliding a finger across his jaw, before she hooks the end of his sunglasses through the collar of his shirt.  “Because we’re not going to race here.”  He looks confused, and she smirks. “We’re going to race to dinner.”

And that’s how Blueberry scored a date with a smokin’ hot biker chick.  Red and Edge take all the credit for scoring him that date.