this shit took forever to get here


Hi :3 Could you do a peter x reader where they’re friends (with a crush on each other) and during a mission they have to hide in a very small place (like a closet) and they get embarrassed because of ehm “reactions”? Thank you, love you!

Requested By: @sygin

Editor: @fetus-twink-howell

Warning(s): Swearing, Sexual references

A/N: Sorry this took so long!

  You’d known from the start that this wouldn’t end well. You’d told them it wouldn’t end well, but did anyone listen to you? No. And now here you were, being dragged along by Peter, because of course the whole thing went to shit. Oh, how you would love to say ‘I told you so,’ but you were a little busy trying to get away from the people chasing you.

  The smooth metal walls of the base seemed to stretch on forever as the two of you ran, and your footsteps seemed to echo so loudly that you were fairly certain someone miles away could hear them. You knew the two of you had to get out - these people were ruthless, killing without hesitation - but the two of you were in the heart of their base, and you were worried that there might not be a way out.

  Peter rounded another sharp corner, his grip on your hand tightening as he sped up, his eyes searching for somewhere, anywhere to hide. You were almost to the end of the hallway when Peter skidded to a stop, causing you to slam into his back, sending you reeling.

“What the fuck, Peter, we need to-” He cut you off with a glance, darting to your right and ripping open a door you hadn’t noticed, possibly because it was so well camouflaged with the walls. He pulled you into the closet, barely giving you time to brace yourself before you were jammed awkwardly against the walls, Peter pressed close to you. You held your breath, trying to calm your heart rate.

“So… do you like jazz music?”

“Peter, what the hell?” You whispered, eyes adjusting just enough to see the outline of his face. He shrugged - as well as one could shrug when pressed against someone else in a small closet - and grinned. You could see the white of his teeth even in the darkness, and vaguely wondered how they were still that white despite all the junk food Peter ate.

  Suddenly, something became blaring obvious to you. You were standing pressed against the wall in a small closet. Flushed against Peter. Your crush. You were glad for the near-pitch darkness; you knew from the heat rising up to your face that you were blushing deeply. You squirm slightly, the close confines jumbled with your feelings for Peter making you uncomfortable.

“What can I say, live by the memes, get stuck in a cramped closet by the memes.” You snorted, and by the way you heard Peter shift, you could imagine he looked affronted. “You dare question my loyalty to memes?” You hold back a laugh, shaking your head as best you can.

“Pete, that meme is ancient.”

“The older, the danker.”

“I swear, Peter…”

What? What did I do?”

“What didn’t you do, idiot.”

“Well you, for starters.” He was grinning smugly. You knew he was grinning smugly. You didn’t need to see to know that.

PETER!” Suddenly you felt his hand press against your mouth, and you felt him lean forward to keep your mouth closed from the pressure.

“Y/N, you’re loud as fuck and I’d very much like to live.” You grumbled in response, rolling your eyes in mock annoyance. You couldn’t have been that loud. Besides, it was his fault. Mostly. You took a deep breath, reaching to move Peter’s hand away from your mouth.

“I’ll be as loud as I damn well please,” you said, but you kept your voice low nonetheless. Your eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness, and you could make out Peter’s features fairly well. Which also meant you could see, as well as feel, how close the two of you were. Damn feelings. You knew this was not the time to be wondering if his dark eyes were fixated on your face, or what it would feel like to be wrapped in his arms, but your close proximity had caused your mind to wander, despite the circumstances.

  As if the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing, the base began to shake abruptly, the thundering BOOM of an explosion rocking the ground and causing the two of you to fall onto one another. The next thing you knew, you were both positioned awkwardly, your legs straddling each other as you tried to catch yourselves. You gripped his shirt to steady yourself as yet another tremor shook the base, knowing that if you fell you’d likely be stuck in that position until the two of you were able to make your escape.

  When the tremors finally stopped, neither of you moved, too afraid to disentangle yourselves. You weren’t sure that, even had you wanted to move, you would have been able to. Your fingers were locked into place, tangled in Peter’s shirt.

“Y/N,” his voice is quiet, almost trembling.

“Hm?” You trained your eyes on his face, trying to read his expression in the darkness.

“You might want to… back away.” You glanced around, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Peter, how the fuck am I supposed to back away in this cramped closet?” He looked at you almost pleadingly, and something in your brain clicks. Oh. Heat rushes into your face, embarrassment flooding through you. You were positive that if you could truly see Peter, he would be flushed too.

  The rush of embarrassment did not, however, stop you from giving up what you considered a prime opportunity to tease Peter. So, instead of backing away, you leaned into him.

“Something wrong, Pete?” Your voice was sickeningly innocent.

“Pffft no! Of course nothing’s wrong! Why would something be wrong?” You could swear his voice raised an octave, and resisted the urge to giggle. “Is it hot in here? It’s hot right? Because this is a small closet? Right?!” You shake your head slightly, wrapping your arms around Pete’s neck.

“No, it’s pretty cold in here, actually. I wish I could warm up,” you purred, eyes fixated on Peter’s face. He was looking anywhere but at you.

“Y/N, shut up. You know what you’re doing, and it’s not fair.”

Of course I know what I’m doing. I’m hugging my best friend.”

Y/N, for fUCKS SA-” He doesn’t finish, you don’t give him a chance to. You press your lips to his, tangling your fingers in his hair. His hands find your lower back, pressing you closer to him. You were a tangle of limbs and unchecked lust; your bodies pressed so closely together that the small confines of the closet seemed large. Hands roamed and lips parted, neither of you giving another thought to your original reason for being in the closet.

Then, the door opened, but the two of you were so wrapped up in each other that you didn’t notice that Scott was standing in the small doorway of the closet, arms crossed.

“You know,” his voice rang loud and clear, startling the two of you and causing you to spring apart. This, of course, only resulted on the two of you falling all over each other within the close confines. “It doesn’t look like you two need much of a rescue so much as a chaperone.” You glance at Peter, both of your faces red in embarrassment. Scott rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Come on you two. And Peter, you might want to…”

“Five more minutes and it wouldn’t have been a problem anymore,” Peter mutters, smirking at you.

Peter Maximoff!

dammit amatus

(Trespasser DLC Content - Fireworks Minigame)

Dorian: Hurry, Amatus! We have to get Solas to fix your arm! QUICKLY!

Pixy: Just hold on, I’m a bit busy here.

Dorian: What in Andraste’s name are you talking about Amatus?!

Dorian: Amatus, this is NO time to play with the bloody FIREWORKS!

Pixy: No wait, just a little more! If I can beat the high score, I’ll get the best prize of all!

Dorian: Amatus, YOUR ARM.

Pixy: Holy shit, about time. That literally took forever and a half.

Dorian: Amatus. What.

Pixy: Here you go, Bull.  One Dawnstone Chromatic Greatsword, in exchange for your unending loyalty and renouncement of the Qun.  It will make your enemies shit rainbows.

Bull: Boss, you are the best!

Dorian: AMATUS.

desastrista  asked:

top 5 captive prince moments!

omfg ok i’ve had this ask in my inbox for so long but this one is rlly hard D:

1 - chapter 19.5 of Prince’s gambit. I know it’s not technically a part of captive prince because it’s a bonus short but??? god i love it i love it so much . 

2 - i have no idea what book it was because i’m just so shit with timelines but the scene where laurent gives damen a blowjob in the inn? fuck me. everything about this i love. damen respecting boundaries! laurent tells him not to touch him and he doesn’t! laurent taking control & giving damen oral sex because he wants to not bcause he has to! everything is good. also i think this is the scene where they had the blanket nest but if it’s not then the blanket nest is also also 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

3 - *kicks slate off the roof* “it’s the game i like” LAURENT. 

4 - any time damen has a cute fluffy headcanon about him and laurent like this boi he is literally making happy AUs in his head where laurent never gets hurt by anyone ever and damen gives him flowers what the ever-loving fuck im in love with this nerd.

5 - basically every interaction with nicaise, my one true shit son “i don’t want to sit beside you. fuck off.” iconique. 

bonus round:

- the whole of tsp and the whole of taoc. taoc was a wild ride start to finish goddamn.

- “i don’t mean - forever - just - ” and “i’m not here to - i’m just here” i’m just here i’m just here i’m just here *’i won’t say im in love’ starts playing*


Welcome to Despair Academy, you bastards!

Whether you live here forever, or die trying to get the hell out!

The full cast of my Talentswap AU Super Dangan Ronpa!

All of their separate sprites and titles are here.

Switched luggage at the airport : brohm
  • (Bryce calls Ohm on skype through his computer)
  • Bryce: ohm? you there?
  • Ohm: yeah im here! sorry it took me so long, the wifi here is really fuckin' slow. *moves phone around trying to get a good angle of his face*
  • Bryce: I'm guessing your still at the airport due to all the noise *giggle*
  • Ohm: *soft laugh* yeah, the waiting queue is taking forever god damn it.
  • Bryce: thats sad.
  • Ohm: i know right!
  • Bryce: so I guess that means you have your luggage still on you then? *gives him a questioning side glare*
  • Ohm: well yeah, i have to pull this heavy piece of shit with me everywhere. *tilts phone so Bryce can see the suitcase at his side*
  • Bryce: Great! now about that luggage.. *sheepish grin*
  • Ohm: Bryce? what did you do? *scolds him while talking to him like a child*
  • Bryce: i might have done a bad and switched our luggage. *talks softly*
  • Ohm: Bryce! *facepalms* you didn't go through it did you?
  • Bryce: ahhh I may have just a little bit. *squints eyes*
  • Ohm: fucking hell Bryce. Then who's do i have?
  • Bryce: Well I'm hoping mine, otherwise someone gets to take my Micky mouse ears home and gift them to their grandchildren.
  • Ohm: well we don't want that now do we Brycey?
  • Bryce: *crosses his arms across his chest* absolutely not!
  • Ohm: *laughs at Bryce's child like antics* alright let have a look, just hang on a sec. *puts the phone down on the floor as he opens the suitcase*
  • Bryce: I can't really go anywhere so yeah, i guess I'll hang for a sec. *comments smart assly*
  • Ohm: *picks phone back up* you're in luck my friend. *turns camera toward Bryce's open suitcase to show his mickey mouse ears sitting on top*
  • Bryce: phew *wipes imaginary sweat off his forehead* i guess that's that fixed. *giggles cutely*
  • Ohm: that's great and all Bryce but, what the fuck am i going to do now?! my flight is about to lift off, the line to even get your tickets up is taking 3 years, I just found out I have the wrong luggage and need to find a way to get to your house, come back to the airport, line up in the queue for another 5 hours and get on a plane that is already half way across the sea?! *he lists complaining*
  • Bryce: ohm. *looks into the camera reassuringly*
  • Ohm: what? *looks back panicked and way less calm then before*
  • Bryce: you need to calm your tits and think for a minute. there's no way you'll be able to come to my house and back in time for your flight *he began listing off his fingers* even if i decided to bring your luggage to you there still won't be enough time and the only other option is you take my luggage with you and the next time we meet up we give each others stuff back.
  • Ohm: but who knows how long that might be?!
  • Bryce: *shruggs* sorry bud not much i can do about that.
  • Ohm: there's gotta be another option? *he says as he finally takes a step forward in the line*
  • Bryce: well... *scratchs under his chin*
  • Ohm: What?... well what?! *he says in anticipation*
  • Bryce: i guess you could hang at my house for a little longer.
  • Ohm: YES! *says so loud the family lined up in front of him turned around startled*
  • Ohm: i-i mean, yes please.
  • Bryce: *laughs sweetly at ohm's excitement* well then, it'll probably be best if you get out the line dont you think? *smiles wildly*
  • Ohm: oh yeah i guess your right. excuse me miss, pardon me. *Bryce watched as ohms phone swayed as he tried to get out of the queue*
  • Bryce: oh and about your plane tickets, we can exchange them for another flight. *he says in a plain tone*
  • Ohm: What! why didn't you tell me that before?! *makes it to the back of the line and walks towards the exit doors to the drop off parking lot*
  • Bryce: i forgot, sheesh. *runs hand through hair while looking to his right as something catching his eye*
  • Bryce: hey ohm? *reaches down to grab something*
  • Ohm: hmm? *hums not even looking at bryce's cam*
  • Bryce: i also forgot to ask you about this. *holds up an 'i love Bryce McQuaid' t-shirt that he found in ohms suitcase*
  • how long have you had this exactly? *smirkfull grin*
  • Ohm: *looks at Bryce through his phone a little blush on his cheeks but Bryce didn't notice* oh my god, Can you just come pick me up?! *he says passive aggressively*
  • Bryce: alllright, I'll see you soon then buddy. *puts the shirt down on his lap* but I still have some question for you like.. why is my face on that pillow.
  • Ohm: *rubs his forehead in frustration* I'll tell you later, just get your ass in the car before i get to the exit.
  • Bryce: im on it dont worry, i'll be there before you can say i love Bryce McQuaid.
  • Ohm: wouldn't even say it if my life depended on it. *he jokes smiling*
  • Bryce: right? that's why you have a shirt to say it for you, got it. *smirks devilishly giggling*
  • Ohm: okay im gonna hang up im almost at the door. it would be unfair if i didn't give you enough time to beat me to it?
  • Bryce: a challenge? oh your on!
  • Ohm: *chuckles* bye Bryce.
  • bryce: see you in a bit. *whispers* fangirl.
  • (hangs up call)

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Unexpected: Part Five

So here we are.  It’s been a long road to get here, we’re at the end of this fic.
We’re not at the end of babyhell, god no.  That’s going to go on forever.  I will absolutely still write about the kids, I love them.

Thank you everyone for being so patient on this, I know it took me so long.  I had to fight through illness and injury and depression to get this done but holy shit I did it.  I love everyone who has been with me on this journey and a special thanks to my dear friend @underfart-snas for even letting me get away with this nonsense.

Keep reading

thanks @robinsonsquango for tagging me!

How old are you: 17

Current job: school leaves me with zero time so none at the moment.

Dream job: my ~dream job~ is to be a filmmaker or photographer but i’m planning to be a nurse midwife.

What are you talented at: i have a good memory i guess? shit sticks in my brain really easily lmao.

What is a big goal you’re working toward: graduating high school + getting into college!!!! ugh

What’s your aesthetic: god i have no clue how to put into words so here’s my aesthetic blog.

Do you collect anything: records mainly

What is a topic you always bring up in conversation: music i guess??? idk

What’s a pet peeve of yours: uppity people

Good advice to give: hmmmmm….. it’s ok (and good actually!) to be assertive and to set up boundaries with other people. like it took me forever to learn that but once i did, shit got a lot easier. 

Recommend three songs:

  • ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn’t’ve) - buzzcocks
  • ppp - beach house
  • love s.o.s - justice

i tag @nes-duh @occulant @shakermakers @chemical-worlld @glitterfreezes@officialdamonalbarn @head–lines @lozengeoflove and anyone else who wants to do it!!!

anonymous asked:

RFA reacts to farting in front of their mc for the first time? (i saw this request on another blog and I DIED laughing.)

//Oh geez, this is a bit of an odd one, haha.


It was a complete accident! Of course, who the hell would let something like that happen in front of a beautiful girl such as you!

He glanced around, hoping you hadn’t noticed.

You had.

You giggled a bit, “You look so guilty~”

He began to get flustered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You just farted! We’ve been dating for a year now! Just admit it!”

He was silent.
You were right.


Oh boy with this dude.

It happened so suddenly, he didn’t even know how to react.

“It was the couch!” He swore, trying to make the sound again.

It didn’t happen.

You rolled your eyes, smirking a bit.

“It’s not a big deal.”


You knew he was lying.
You just went with it.
His red face said enough.


He blushed deeply. He knew what he did.

“O-oh, I’m sorry…”

At least he admitted to it.

He got even more flustered when you started laughing at him!

“Hey! I-It happens!” He insists.

You smile, “It was bound to happen. We’ve been together for a year.”


Oh god she was so embarrassed.

She got so SO red and began apologizing immediately.

“S-sorry. I’m so sorry. I apologize.”

It took you forever to get her to realize that it was no big deal.

This little shit right here.

The moment it happened, he looked over at you, a smirk creeping up on his face.

“MC. Did you just fart?”

You glanced at him, “No. That was you.”

He shrugged, “Whatever you say, Fart Princess~”

Continuing this au even though literally no one asked me to 

I accidentally made it matsuhanaiwaoi

So Makki comes back like a week later, dragging Iwa with him. And Iwa is just like “Honestly, all you had to do was buy a snake, who could possibly stop y-” and then he sees Mattsun cooing over the snakes and he freezes. Because oh fuck.

He instantly texts Oikawa to get his ass down there as fast as he can.

Now, Oikawa doesn’t believe that this guy can be so hot. Poor Oikawa doesn’t know what’s coming. He walks in and strides up to Makki, grabs his hand and pulls him over to where Mattsun is.

“Excuse me, sir, my friend-” mattsun looks up and Oikawa freezes. Shit. “Um. snake. Friend. Uh… want. He wants. A noodle. Yeah.” And Matsukawa laughs and Oiks and Makki are goners.

“So do you all call snakes noodles?” And Makki feels like dying.

Makki’s like “I just want a snake…pls..” Mattsun then laughs again at this and it’s as if angels are singing. Then suddenly Mattsun places his hand on Makki’s back and motions towards the snakes. They start to talk about the different snakes and Makki isn’t nervous anymore and wow this guy is pretty easy to talk to he’s pretty cool.

Then Oikawa is like “Makkkkiiiii you’re taking so longggg” and Makki says “Shut up Oikawa” and they start to bicker but stop when they hear a laugh.

“What is so funny?” Oikawa asks. Mattsun shrugs and is like “you guys just seem close”

Without thinking Makki goes “yeah well he is my boyfriend” and Mattsun looks surprised and Oikawa and Makki are like /sweats

But instead Mattsun points to Iwa “I thought you were dating that scary guy” iwa is cooing and petting a dog, not looking scary at all.

“ I am dating him” makki answers and then he’s like shit- but Mattsun nods and is like ‘that’s cool’ and he doesn’t make a big deal at all and just goes back to talking about snakes.

After getting all their stuff they head out to the car and yay Makki now has a pet snake. While in the car the receipt falls out. In Matsukawa’s hand writing it says ‘In case you have any questions about snakes -Matsukawa Issei ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)’ Makki swoons and Oikawa is like of course he’s a fucking meme 

Iwa is too busy playing with Makki’s snake to realize what’s happening around him. 

The next day Makki calls Mattsun and he’s like “so how do I feed the snake”

“Weren’t you paying attention?” (no, no he wasn’t) 

“So..I just put the mouse in?”

“Yes, Hanamaki-san, you just put the mouse in. The snake will catch it” 

“But..the mouse deserves to live as well..”

Suddenly Mattsun snorts and he’s like “How cute can you get?”

The line goes silent until Makki starts to stutter 

“um. Yeah. Mouse. Snake. Noodle. Food. Yup. Uh. Ye. thank you- yeah- ok- call you tomorrow- alrightgodbye” and he basically throws his phone across the room (Luckily it lands on the bed)

Back at his own place Mattsun is like fucking shit hole I said that out loud 

Makki, after feeding his child noodle (he names the snake Noodle, yes), goes into the living room and drapes himself across Oikawa’s lap and he whines. Oikawa is kind of concerned until Makki says “I have a fucking crush on the pet shop worker”

And Oikawa and laughs and is like well no shit don’t we all 

Denny & Destiny Fic Rec List

This fic rec list is for spn!verse or au’s of DeanBenny fics, also DeanCasBenny, and will be labeled accordingly, enjoy :) and shout out to Laana, you’re probably why I made this

  1. Caught Between (Four Things Benny Teaches Dean, and One He Doesn’t) NC-17 {Destiny} Dean gets whumped by sex pollen in Purgatory.
  2. Foxhole NC-17 {Denny} Dean’s quick. Quiet and agile and lightning-fast. Hard to catch.
  3. Automotives And Incentives NC-17 {Denny AU} At just a couple months short of 20 years old, Dean’s managed to land himself a job in the local garage. The pay is good and he likes his co-workers well enough, but it’s his boss, Benny Lafitte, who’s really caught his eye.
  4. Rest For The Weary NC-17 {Denny} Dean goes to visit Benny when he needs to relax. This time is a little different from the rest.
  5. One Night At A Time NC-17 {Denny AU} AU. Club. Porn. Sub!Dean. That’s it. No actual plot
  6. Here In Your Arms PG-13 {Destiny} Season 8 is full of Dean cuddling things in his sleep. This is why.
  7. Benny Knows Best NC-17 {Denny AU} Benny hears about him first. Some guy coming into Dante’s and spending entire nights in one of the glory-hole stalls, getting stuffed from both ends…
  8. The New Kid PG-13 {Denny AU} Benny’s the new kid at Lawrence High, and the rumors start flying before he even steps foot in school.
  9. Rocking Away The Waves NC-17 {Denny} Elizabeth asks Dean to find Benny.
  10. Untiled Ficlet PG-13 {Denny AU} cop!benny + dean. cw: mentions of abuse.“Here,” Benny said as he handed the young man a bag of frozen peas.
  11. Beignets G {Denny AU} Benny’s mother always told him that his hands were good for baking. One day, Dean Winchester walks into his bakery, and he learns that his hands are good for other things too.
  12. Untitled NC-17 {Destiny AU} cas and benny falling into a polyamorous relationship.
  13. Tessellate NC-17 {Destiny} It’s a little like going mad. (cas/dean/benny)
  14. For When You’re Feeling Blue NC-17 {Denny AU} Just a little porn ficlet that takes place in the same universe as Automotives and Incentives. Came from a prompt on my tumblr. Prompt was Dean/Benny: Fingering, dirty talk, panties. And that is exactly what you’ll find here, plus a healthy dose of twink!Dean.
  15. Unspoken NC-17 {Destiny} It’s an unspoken understanding between Castiel and Benny, in Purgatory, that they have to keep Dean alive, and not just because he’s risking his life to get them home. It’s an unspoken understanding that Dean begins to crumble when one of them makes it out, and the other stays behind. It’s an unspoken respect that stops Benny from keeping Dean to himself. It’s an unspoken need, when they’re reunited, to show Dean that he is loved and cherished, and worth everything he thinks he’d not.
  16. Lonely Too Long NC-17 {Denny} Dean and Benny run away on Benny’s boat and are generally adorable together.
  17. Three’s Company NC-17 {Destiny AU} It’s the sound that draws him in. At first, he thinks Dean is crying. His hand stills on the doorknob as he listens closer, his brows knitting together with worry. “Oh God,” Dean says in a strangled voice. There’s a soft sound, a strange slicking sound that Cas can’t quite put his finger on. He chews on his bottom lip, a million things running through his mind when suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, it hits him: Dean is touching himself.
  18. First Date NC-17 {Denny AU} part two of the AM&I series! oh my god this took forever but here you go. After their little adventure in Benny’s office, he and Dean schedule themselves an actual date. With candles and shit. Lots of schmoop. Lots of porn.
  19. Caught In Between NC-17 {Destiny AU} There’s something Dean’s been wanting to try for a while.
  20. Safe Place NC-17 {Destiny} In which Benny is Dean and Castiel’s anchor, preventing them from ever hurting themselves or each other, and they are very, very grateful for it.
  21. Breaking The Rules NC-17 {Destiny} Dean and Cas purposefully break Benny’s rules, because it thinks it’ll get them what they want. It doesn’t.
  22. It’s A Terrible Life NC-17 {Denny AU} Dean’s heart hammers wildly as he waits for his boss’ response. That’s when he realizes that he’s sitting naked in a bathtub on a Friday night with a hard cock, practically sexting with his boss. And not just his boss, the CEO of the entire fucking company.

(will be added to as usual)

I gotchu baby - Kenny Holland

Hii! I was wondering if you could make a cute and funny Kenny Holland where you guys were at a party and he GOT drunk so y/n kinda like had to take CARE of him and stuff! And just remember this is only if u have time no stress.

I’m back !

“Damn baby you fine as fuck”.Kenny slurred in your ear grabbing a hold of your waste . You chuckled buying your lips “thank you” you turned around becoming face to face with kennys brown eyes now tired and ready for sleep . “Oh gosh” your heart dropped for no reason but it did. You pulled him in for a hug and whispered “it’s time to go” he smirked thinking he was getting some . You’s said your goodbyes and made way for the car.

You tried to support you and kennys body weight as much as possible without stumbling over you black stilleto heels. “Are you able to walk on your own ?” You asked hoping for a different response then what you anticipated. “Yeah uh course - I wanna go home and pound the shit outta your tits” he said bluntly . “No the hell your not ” you chuckled going back to support his walk to the car.

Finally arriving in the car you instantly put the nearest wawa in the gps. “I’m not a kid I don need this belt ” he said struggling to take it off you didn’t worry about him accomplishing it much. You shook your head becoming irritated and impatient .

Finally arriving at the wawa you decided to leave him in the car and go in by yourself locking the door he didn’t like this much but you did it anyways. After purchasing all the hangover necessities you began to make way to home.

Arriving at the condo you and Kenny took forever to get to the floor because he pressed all the buttons . “Can I fuck you your sexy? Do you have a boyfriend ” he asked innocently . “No sex tonight ken and yes your my boyfriend” you laughed thinking of how weird that sounded . “Oh damn my girlfriends hot as shit” he but his lip pulling you up from your ass for an intense kiss . Finally arriving at your floor you pulled his hand leading the way .

When your got into the house he instantly undressed him self down to his boxers. “Come here” you said laying him down on the bed pulling the covers over him . “Are you hungry ?” You asked “ for you ” he but his lip in an effort to pull you in “ no are you really hungry ?” You asked stern. “No I’m tired ” he said leaning back to lay down. You placed the items he will definitely use in the morning and got yourself ready for bed.

I hope you enjoyed ❤️

part three of the grindr au, based on a fic by @des-zimbits​ (read it here). sorry this took forever, guys. this part is a little longer at 3k (and I didn’t even get all the way through spring semester. help). rated t for language?

also um content warning for Jack’s internalized homophobia making him act like a real asshole. he sorts his shit out by the end the end of this part, but like. it might be upsetting in places. sorry.

part one. part two.

“So, what was your New Year’s resolution, Bits?” Ransom asks.

Jack knows it’s the traditional just-back-from-Winter-Break question, but he always hates this conversation. His own resolutions are never very interesting, and he hates talking about them. (This year he has two: to improve his shooting percentage by at least 10% in the second half of the season, and to increase his bench press by 50 pounds before the end of the year.) Historically, whenever Jack has told anyone what his New Year’s resolutions are, he’s only met with a frown and a short, “Oh.”

Bittle’s resolutions, on the other hand, will no doubt be terribly interesting and charm the whole team even further. Because that’s just how it goes.

“It was, uh.” Bittle laughs a little, rubbing back of his neck. “It was actually—to be a little less inhibited?”

Before Jack even knows he’s doing, he’s saying, “Less inhibited?”

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Agent Carter episode 5 sneak peek. (x)

#no but I love this so much because Dugan immediately clocks agent fuckboy #like he’s so not here for jack’s shit #but also how peggy doesn’t say anything #i mean she’s sharp as hell so she probably figured the trucks were there #but she’s also peggy fucking carter #like you bet your ass she’d march across lithuania without a single complaint if that’s what it took to get the job done #ain’t even pressed

anonymous asked:

Hello!can I have a scenario where Gom + Hanamiya just spending the rainy day inside with their s/o probably drinking hot chocolate, building a fort and, reading a book and cuddles! Thank you! :) have a nice day!

This is very long and i really want to get someone to build a fort with me now.

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here is a list of my fifteen favorite albums of 2015, and a picture of me because this took forever to do, and its hard to determine which person’s art is “better” than others. That being said, here are the 15 albums that I personally enjoyed listening to the most in 2015, love you fools, plenty more to come. 2016 is gonna be wild I can feel it. 



1) Title Fight- Hyperview

2) blue smiley- ok

3) Earl Sweatshirt- I Don’t Like Shit I Don’t Go Outside

4) Westkust- Last Forever

5) Donovan Wolfington- How To Treat The Ones You Love

6) Action Bronson- Mr. Wonderful

7) Alex G- Beach Music

8) Wavves- V

9) Turnover- Peripheral Vison

10) Chon- Grow

11) Dogs on Acid- S/T

12) Loma Prieta- Self Portrait

13) Hop Along- Painted Shut

14) Marietta- As it Were

15) You’ll Live- Moving Past This

16) Thats me, love/hatin’ everyone who asked me to do this

Too Early, Too Late (A Stingue fanfic)

Note: For some reason I woke up in a really good Stingue mood so I spent about 4+ hours writing this just cause I felt like it. This is my first LGBT pairing I’ve ever written so I’m very pleased about this. Enjoy.

Rating: T because it gets kinda steamy at the end.

Pairing: Sting and Rogue (Stingue)

Words: 1,456

Prompt: Person A is oversleeping, so Person B is jumping on them, stealing their blanket and it leads to a hunt with yelling and cursing (Person A) and a lot of laughing (Person B). It ends with both of them on the floor, making out and being more late. // Got the prompt here: otp–prompts

Summary: Sting crossed his arms and studied his dark haired partner. He’s never had this much trouble getting Rogue out of bed before. Thing is, Rogue’s always gotten up by himself, he’s never needed anyone to wake him up.


“Rogue,” a knock on the door awoke the sleeping dragon slayer’s senses. “We’re gonna be late, wake up already,” The dragon in question did not wake, but rather, slept on in the comfort of his bed.

“Rogue,” said the sleeping dragon’s partner, Sting, as he entered the dark room. He met nothing but pure darkness and zero light. Walking up to the bed, Sting felt irritation tick into his mind at the sight of Rogue’s still form. The sheets covered his lower body, exposing his toned shoulder and back muscles hidden from his black tank top. Rogue had idea to head for the guild early today, something about getting the paperwork finished so they could go on a mission for food money. The least he could do is stick to his word.

Glancing around, Sting grinned to himself as he spotted the reason for the room’s darkness. Special Edition: Black-Out curtains Sting had bought for Rogue last month after he grew tired of the shadow dragon’s complaint for the sun.

Sting walked up to the curtains, feeling envious of just how much sun the damn things blocked out, and ripped them open, filling the room with a blinding bright light.

Still, the shadow dragon slept on, he had simply turned his head away from the window. Grumbling to himself, Sting gripped a handful of blanket and tore it from his partner’s bed, exposing the rest of the said man’s pajama clothed body. Rogue muttered something in his sleep, and cuddled his pillow closer. Sting literally smacked his forehead. It slipped his mind that Rogue always tosses and turns in bed, to the point where sleeping without a blanket doesn’t bother him.

Sting crossed his arms and studied his dark haired partner. He’s never had this much trouble getting Rogue out of bed before. Thing is, Rogue’s always gotten up by himself, he’s never needed anyone to wake him up.

Sting felt a shit-eating grin crawl upon his lips as he crouched down and slipped off his shoes, placing them off to the side for safe-keeping, before he leaped onto the bed, engulfing Rogue in a jumping fit.

“Time to get up, Sleeping Beauty!” Sting straddled the back of his partner and shook Rogue’s shoulders roughly, knowing that would get him up. “Lodi-dodi, everybody! Wake up!”

“Get off!” Rogue turned and pushed Sting off the bed, but that only hyped up white dragon slayer more.

“We’re going to be late! Get up!” Sting crawled back on Rogue, who shoved his head under the pillow. “Roooogueee, it’s time to get up!” He rolled on his partner and continued to pester him by jumping on his back.

“Go away,” Rogue growled.

“Not until you get up,” Sting replied. “I’ll steal your pillow if you aren’t up in ten seconds.”

Judging by the way Rogue gripped the damn feather sack closer to his body meant he wasn’t budging and Sting took that as a challenge. Luckily, Sting knew Rogue’s weak spot.

Straddling his backside once more, Sting pinched his partner’s side, right above his hipbones. Rogue immediately gasped, jumping up in reaction, and releasing his death grip upon the pillow. Sting took his chance and stole the feathery pillow, escaped from the bed, and took off down the hallway, laughing the entire time.

“Sting!” Rogue’s roaring voice echoed through the house. Sting laughed as he raced down the stairs, taking two at a time, keeping the pillow close to his chest. Sting heard a thump and glanced back at Rogue, who had tripped over the blankets wrapped around his feet. “Fuck! When I get my hands on you, Sting, you’re going to regret this.”

“Sounds like fun, come and get me,” Sting bowed at the waist and ran off after seeing Rogue crawl down the stairs.

Rogue eventually caught up to Sting, and he proceeded to chase the blonde around the house; through the kitchen and down the hallways, through every room.

“Fucking get back here, you chicken-shit!” Rogue was pissed off. He took forever getting to sleep last night, only to be woken up this early, and by Sting no-less.

“Catch me if you can~,” Sting laughed Rogue countered him around the kitchen table. Sting was ultimately trapped, he couldn’t move one way without Rogue tackling him.

“You’re mine now,” Rogue said in a voice so low it even sent shivers down Sting’s spine.

“Nu-uh,” Sting made for a mad dash on one side, nearly escaping Rogue’s grasp. “I won’t lose!”

Sting underestimated Rogue’s speed and agility so early in the morning, and cursed at himself when he felt a huge force from behind tackle him to the ground. The pillow suffered between Sting’s chest and the floor, but none of that mattered. Rogue had captured him.

Flipping the blonde over, Rogue pinned his partner to the ground with a glare so intense, Sting wished he was the pillow itself, soft and unnerving.

“Give. It. Back,” Rogue growled, pushing his face closer to the blonde’s. Only now did Sting realize how worn out Rogue appeared, panting loudly in his ear.

Beads of sweat covered his pale skin, and the black locks previously held up with a ponytail, looked wild and unruly. Most of it held together, but his bangs and random strands of hair stuck out from either all the running, or from his bed-head. Rogue had Sting trapped by the waist with his legs, and his hands held down his profile on either side of his head. All in all, Rogue looked heavenly. He looked delectable. Sting wanted nothing more in that moment than to devour him. Sting knew it was wrong to feel this way, but when has he ever done something right?

“You’re going to have to pry it from my cold, dead, hands,” Sting challenged, nudging his nose to bump against Rogue’s.

“That can be arranged,” the dragon slayer breathed.

Moments passed with both parties just staring at each other, neither moving, neither daring to breathe. No one really knew who initiated the kiss when they found themselves tongue-deep in a tight lip-lock. Sting held the back of Rogue’s neck while the shadow dragon gripped Sting’s shirt in his fist.

Kissing Rogue hadn’t been the initial plan to begin with, he just needed him awake so they could head to the guild on time. He didn’t anticipate this, but at the moment, he couldn’t find himself to care. Not when he had Rogue’s rough lips on his, the bottom stuck in between his own. His lips held no taste, and his breath tasted stale, but in that instance when he inhaled the same breath Rogue just released, he sighed in pleasure. There was nothing more intoxicating than his breath, the very essence of his existence. Sting mewled when Rogue’s sharp fangs bit down on his lower lip, drawing blood. Sting watched with half-lidded eyes as the dark haired man above him licked the crimson life with his tongue, then proceeded to lick his own lips before descending on the blonde with another heated kiss. Rogue’s tongue traced his teeth and clanked his own fangs against Sting’s. Sting regained control over the steamy battle and flicked his tongue out to meet Rogue’s. The two drank in each other’s very beings, neither winning nor losing, neither side backing down.

Blessing his own ability to breathe longer than normal humans, thanks to his dragon parent, Weisslogia, he and Rogue were able to have a very heated make-out session in the middle of the floor without breaking for air as quickly. In fact, Sting felt positive they could’ve kept it up for another half-minute, had Rogue not stopped so suddenly, releasing his lips with a smack.

“I win,” Rogue sat up, straddling the white dragon slayer, a familiar pillow back in his grasp, a hidden smirk upon his face.

It took a few seconds to grasp what had just happened. “You cheated!”

“I did not,” Rogue crossed his arms. “I simply distracted you long enough to regain what was originally mine.”

“You can’t use your body against me!” Sting protested, sitting up, wrapping his arms around Rogue’s waist, keeping him there. “That’s considered cheating.”

“Let me go, we’re going to be late,” Rogue said to his partner.

“Oh no, forget about paperwork and food money, I’m not letting you leave his house knowing you can kiss like that,” Sting smirked, brining his face closer to his partner’s.

“Sting—,” the said white dragon slayer simply attacked the dark-haired mage’s lips with his own. “Oh, forget it,” he thought, knowing he’d never get Sting away from him now.

They were late anyways. What’s a few more hours?


I think the “chasing each other” part could have been stretched out a bit, but I couldn’t think of anything else to put in there. Hope you liked it.

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Warring States AU for Ryuushi, Her boys end up coming through either in an attempt to save her or a really shitty summon was done again. I just want her boys on the battle field super confused and also unable to get back home because they don't know shit about sealing. Kisame knows sharingan tricks, like how to fuck with them because of being a partner to the second to last one, and Zabuza just picks Ryuushi up and doesn't set her back down cause he is sick of her going missing.

It took me forever, but I did it. I wrote the thing. Here they are, the Kiri no Kaijuu, back in time, fucking shit up and pissing people off.

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