you are looking as hot as ever

beans345  asked:

Emperor class titan because I’m not seeing enough joke asks


LET’S PLAY HOW HOT IS THAT CHARACTER

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

LOOK.AT.THAT. Is that not the most eye-catching, breathtaking thing you have ever seen? Beautiful enough that even mortals would DARE to emulate…attempt (and fail) to capture its innate perfection! 

Iconic lines from IT that I can’t get out of my head

  • Try tickling your pickle for the first time
  • It was real enough for georgie
  • Shut up richie
  • Have you ever heard of a staph infection?
  • Which is it gretta? Am I a slut? Or a little shit?
  • The list is longer than my wang
  • Thats not saying much
  • Is she hot?
  • No Richie, she’s not hot
  • *Egg boy*
  • IM GONNA KILL YOU
  • WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
  • DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH ME
  • Look at this motherfucker! He’s leaking hamburger helper
  • YOU’LL FLOAT TOO
  • Georgie meet Pennywise, Pennywise meet Georgie
  • Please dont go girl
  • Oh sure trash the trashmouth
  • I’m having a fucking asthma attack
  • If you say its summer one more fucking time

ー( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

The Wayne Family Reads Mean Tweets

Bruce
@jtodd: Bruce Wayne could stand to lose a few pounds and stop eating his kids cookies

@tdrake: Does @BruceWayne adopt children or collect them?

@therealwayneheir: Everytime I turn around Bruce Wayne has a new kid, does he not love his real son?

@FlyingDick: BRUCE WAYNE IS MEAN

@hackerbabs: Last week at a gala @BruceWayne frantically asked Commissioner Gordon to borrow his handcuffs then disappeared for the rest of the night #50shadesofwayne

@lukefoxxx: Bruce Wayne has the IQ of a grilled cheese sandwich

Bruce sighs.

Dick
@tdrake: I’m pretty sure that @FlyingDick gave as much thought to his Twitter handle as he did to that mullet he had a few years back.

@RadicalRebel: Dick Grayson looks like the kind of guy you want to be friends with until you meet him.

@teatam: I once saw Dick Grayson date 5 different redheads in one week #easyD #gingeraddict

Tim
@jtodd: I want to punch Tim Drake-Wayne in his man bun wearing head.

@Coffeecollective: Tim Drake Wayne looks like death warmed over in a Kerig #Idstilldrinkhim #takeafuckinsipbabes

@therealwayneheir: If I could push Tim Drake down the stairs and get away with it, I would. In fact I still might.

@inaflash: Tim Drake looks like the last time he slept was roughly 40 years ago. #getsomesleep

Tim looks over his shoulder, “Steph why are you here you’re not a Wayne.”

"NEITHER ARE YOU! Let me read a tweet”

@SpoilerAlert: I bet Tim Drake is the kind of guy you want to date and then he turns out to be the wooorst and like falls asleep during a date while on a ferris wheel

“Wow, that’s not specific at all…”

Cassandra
@stayoutofgotham: Cassandra Cain looks like she could kill me with her pinky toe… and I’d let her.

@SpoilerAlert: One time Cass Cain kicked my ass. It was hot.

@MetropolisRulez: I’m pretty sure Cassandra Cain is a stuck up bitch. Have you ever seen her smile at anyone outside her family.

Cass looks directly into the camera and flips it off with a big smile on her face. Bruce comes in and turns the camera away from her. You can hear him saying “Dick why did you convince me this was a good idea? Damian’s taking his knives out and Cass is too good for this.”

Jason
@xmenrock: Jason Todd looks like he got beat up in high school and then put on 50 pounds of muscle to compensate

@MrJay: Didn’t Jason Todd die? Can we make that happen again?

@tdrake: Jason Todd’s thighs™

Wait… Tim Tweeted that?

@harpersarrow: I’d let Jason Todd smother me with his thick ass thighs. #thickthighssavelives

Jason winks

Damian
@tdrake: Damian Wayne looks like his name sake from The Omen. Like did Bruce Wayne know his son was gonna be a psychopath?

@jtodd: Damian Wayne doesn’t lift #youresmallbro

@itsduke: Damian Wayne must take after his dad, except instead of people he collects animals… since people can’t stand to be around him

 Bruce comes into the studio and hauls Damian over his shoulder. You can hear Jason say, “Wow you really are small D, do you even lift?”

Written with the help of the always amazing @smokesforwolves

BTS Scenario | Riding

A/N: Hi guys! It’s Admin Sunshine, thank you for supporting me. I’ll be re-posting my reactions & scenarios on my blog.

PS: All of my reactions/scenarios and fictions will be fixed and there will be new things added in.

Requested from Anonymous.


 Warnings: Smut


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Cooking with Pennywise (Headcanon)

Anon Request: Cooking headcanon?

  • Your kitchen will look like a bomb hit it everytime
  • Penny loves to make cupcakes or any kind of cake really
  • He will eat half the icing before it’s finished
  • When it is done, he starts a food fight by smashing something into your face
  • He loves sprinkles
  • “Humans have so many kinds of food.. Why?” *confused look*
  • Drooling into the food
  • Having to tell him not to drool into the food
  • The disgusted face he makes when he starts chewing on all the different vegetables
  • “These are horrible.”
  • Throws vegetables
  • When ever you try to cook steak, he will steal atleast one and eat it raw
  • Raw steak has become his new obsession
  • He ain’t no Gordon Ramsey (..But he’s got the same attitude.)
  • You screaming when you see him reach into the hot oven barehanded
  • He has that maniacal giggle when you freak out over something
  • “Could a human.. Fit in the oven?”
  • You telling him that he is not putting a human in your oven
  • Him taking a interest in the eggs
  • Him breaking the eggs on purpose
  • “Oh, these are fun!”
  • Him actually taking cooking seriously every once in a while
  • The only thing he can really “make” is cereal though
  • Him curiously looking at the red ring that is the hot stove eye
  • You become concerned when you hear sizzling, only to see he’s stuck his hand to it
  • You screaming again
  • He gives you a confused look for screaming
  • He likes to try to cook for you
  • You watch in amusement as he runs around the kitchen trying to prepare everything
  • Angry growls
  • “What’s the point of these cups with the numbers!”
  • Throwing half the cooking utensils around the room
  • He gets side tracked when he finds a box of popcorn in the cabinet
  • His eyes being glued to the microwave as he puts a bag in
  • More drool
  • “Pop, pop, pop!”
  • By the end, he usually has more food on him than he has actually cooked
  • He settles on fixing cereal as usual
nefarious ❖ chanyeol

anon requested: Heyo could I request some step brother chanyeol smut where they don’t get along and are constantly teasing each other (in a sexy way?). One day chanyeol is going through the girls Phone and finds her daddy kink bdsm Tumblr and decides to punish her ;) in turn some kinky sex with spanking and bondage. (Lol sorry this is so detailed chanyeol has been fucking me up lately)


(gif not mine, credits to the owner)

7456 words | smut, daddy kink, stepbrother-stepsister relationship, light bondage (choking, thigh riding, spanking), don’t like=don’t read | velvet

✎ Nefarious: wicked, villanous, despicable or simply Park Chanyeol.


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OTP: Highsnobiety In Hiding.

so i rewatched 4.03 recently and talked to @wellamyblake about this and,, i knoW the list scene has been talked about to death, but right now i need to Publicly state that this is really, truly, the sexiest scene ever aired on the 100. facts only on my blog…

we could talk all day about the intimacy and context of this scene… but listen, this part ESPECIALLY where bellamy looks up while he’s writing her name on the list is HOT. two reasons.

1. he’s looking up to MAKE SURE SHE’S WATCHING while he writes her name. Making sure she can’t run away from this, that she can’t escape or misinterpret why he’s doing it. to make sure she can’t miss the fact that he loves her that much. he’s saying “you see this? you see me writing your name. you see how sure I am about it. you deserve to live, remember that.”

2. he’s meeting her eyes in almost a way that dares her to try to stop him or disagree. There’s so much defiance in this stare, telling her how wrong he thinks she is. how wrong ANYONE is who thinks clarke doesn’t deserve to live. and in that look– it’s almost a glare tbh– he’s declaring he’ll fight for her place on that list, even if it means fighting with her. 

and you can just see how much it shakes clarke. Like, immediately after he puts down the pen she lowers her eyes like she’s overwhelmed. And he immediately becomes softer, more relaxed, after he’s made this declaration . because he understands why it’s hard to get put on the list, or to feel deserving of it. but he’s firm about it all the same. 

tl;dr, there’s so much love declared through actions in this scene without a single word spoken, and… that’s really… really… wow.

everybody wants to love you!

anonymous requested: for the soulmate prompt thing at first i was like aww for number 18 but then i just imagined modern reddie and eddie has fucking all star by smashmouth stuck in his head who the fuck is singing all start oh it’s richie (also on ao3)

Everyone knew that if a song was stuck in your head, it was because your soulmate was singing it. Eddie had always thought it was cute until it began happening to him. Now the main reason he wanted to meet his soulmate was to strangle them for singing such annoying songs.

Eddie struggled to concentrate on the textbook in front of him. He groaned and closed the book, resting his face in his hands. Bill gave him a concerned look over his laptop.

“Something wrong, Eddie?” he asked.

The brunet looked at him in exasperation. “They’re singing again. Why do they always have to start singing whenever I’m doing something important!?”

Bill smiled sympathetically. “What is it this time?”

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me / I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed / She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb / In the shape of an “L” on her forehead

“Fucking ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth. I hate my life, Bill.”

His friend laughed. “You say that now but you’ll change your mind when you meet your soulmate.”

The hypochondriac rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Bill. You’re not the one with a soulmate that sings meme songs and weird indie shit. I wish my soulmate sang pretty songs like yours,” he grumbled.

Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play / Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid / And all that glitters is gold / Only shooting stars break the mold

Eddie whined again and buried his face in his arms.

“I want to die.”

He shot Bill a glare when he laughed.

-

“Are we rehearsing tonight?” Bill asked the lead singer and founder of their band.

Richie groaned. “I don’t want to but we have to keep practicing that song we’re gonna cover for the show on Friday, which is two days from now. So yeah, we’re rehearsing.”

Bill snorted. “Alright, I’ll let Bev know then.”

He left to call their bassist and Richie leaned back in the lounge chair in the Student Union. He began to hum the tune of their new song. The trashmouth pulled out his notebook and scribbled down some notes and lyric ideas.

I come home in the morning light / My mother says when you gonna live your life right / Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones / And girls they wanna have fun / Oh girls just want to have fun

Richie smiled wide as he stilled his hand. He really wanted to meet his soulmate. From what he could gather by their taste in music, they’d be fun to be around.

“What are you smiling about?”

He looked up. Bill sat down across from him, eyebrow raised knowingly. Richie’s cheeks reddened as he looked back to his notebook.

When the working / When the working day is done / Oh when the working day is done oh girl / Girls, they wanna have fun

“My soulmate’s singing.”

Bill nodded, a smirk forming. “Beverly’s on her way,” he told him. “She’s bringing dinner, also.”

“God bless her fucking soul.”

-

Eddie watched as Stan threw himself dramatically on the couch in his apartment. He groaned loudly before regaining his composure and sitting up.

“Everything okay, Stan?” Eddie asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.

The curly haired teen looked up at him. “Yes and no.”

The brunet raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes, I’m fine as in there isn’t anything actually wrong with me. No, I’m not fine because my soulmate won’t stop singing love songs.”

Eddie gave him a jealous look. “I’d take that over getting ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ stuck in my head every hour.”

Stan snorted. “I really want to meet them but it’s unlikely. I just hope the chances are good enough that we go to the same university.”

“I get what you mean. I want to meet my soulmate and beat the crap out of them for getting all those shitty songs stuck in my head, but yeah, I also want to meet them for the obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Eddie, but your soulmate sounds like a fucking nightmare,” his friend said. “Anyway, ready to start this dumbass history project?”

Eddie groaned and went over to the TV and turned it on.

“By the way, my roommate might be back, like, halfway through this documentary,” he explained as he inserted the DVD.

“I’m warning you now but history is honestly the most boring subject so don’t get mad at me if I fall asleep, which is very likely. Just pay extra attention,” Stan told him, pulling his feet up on the couch.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat with him on the couch, pressing the play button. He tried to focus but the dull voice of the narrator explaining the French Revolution was making it hard. That and the new song stuck in his head.

Your sister thinks that I’m a freak / She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week / I get so drunk that I can’t speak / Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say

“Really? Now of all times?”

“Song stuck in your head?” Stan asked as he repositioned himself to lie down.

Eddie nodded miserably. “Yeah, and it sounds loud. You know what I mean.”

“No, not really.”

Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up / She says that I drink too much / I fucked up and she hates my guts / She says that I need to grow up

“It always happens when I really need to focus. I feel like they know,” Eddie explained.

“Well, block it out and pay attention. I can feel my soul dying as this documentary progresses.”

The hypochondriac laughed at his friend and drew his legs up on the couch so he was sitting crisscross.

I’ll drink ‘til I’m staring at the ceiling / I’ll be just fine I’m numb and losing feeling / I can’t tell lies anymore

“What are we even supposed to do for this assignment?” Stan asked, looking over at Eddie.

He shrugged. “I think we’re supposed to watch the documentary and then write some questions? Our professor said he’d pick the best ones and use them as essay questions for the next test.”

“Shit.”

I just don’t know what to do, I’m still fucked up over you / She says that I drink too much / Hawaiian red fruit punch / She says I need to grow up

“It shouldn’t be too bad considering the French Revolution is pretty straightforward,” said Eddie.

His friend groaned again, leaning his head back against the couch. “Kill me.”

True to his word, Stan fell asleep about ten minutes in. Eddie tried his best to pay attention, scribbling down possible ideas for questions, but four more songs came and went. The documentary had just ended when he heard the apartment door open. He looked up from the TV where he was removing the disc.

“Hey,” Eddie waved. “How was practice?”

Bill dropped his bookbag on the ground and headed into the kitchen.

“It was good,” he told Eddie as he poured himself a bowl of cereal before draping himself over the armchair. “We got a lot of stuff done and perfected the two covers we’re doing for Fridays show. Which you better still be going to.”

Eddie rolled his eyes when Bill gave him a pointed look. “I’m going.”

He grinned. “Good. Anyway, what the hell were you watching?”

“It was for a stupid assignment for my history class. Speaking of, Stanley, wake up! It’s over.”

He shoved Stan with his foot, jerking him awake.

“Okay, first off? Rude. Secondly, your couch is very uncomfortable, please tell me you don’t make guest sleep here.”

Eddie shrugged at him. “Do you wanna, like, stay and get take out or something?”

Stan stood up, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up a bit. “No, I should probably get back to my apartment and hope my roommate hasn’t burned it down,” he replied.

He seemed to just now notice Bill. “Oh, you must be Eddie’s roommate. I’m Stanley.”

Bill smiled at him and Eddie noticed Stan’s cheeks flush. “Bill.”

“Nice to meet you. Anyway, I should head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.”

Eddie said his goodbyes as he walked out of the apartment. He noticed how his roommate’s eyes lingered on the doorway.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, is he single?” Bill asked, looking back at Eddie.

“Unbelievable,” he shook his head as he walked back to his room.

“What, Eddie? Are you going to answer my question or not?” his roommate shouted after him.

He ignored him in favor of his phone vibrating. He checked to see that it was a text from Stan.

[ from: bird boy ] Okay so uhh

[ from: bird boy ] Your roommate is hot as fuck

[ from: bird boy ] Like,, raw me please

[ to: bird boy ] never ever ever make me read those words ever again in my life

[ from: bird boy ] Pass the word on to him I’m begging you

[ to: bird boy ] im blocking you

-

“Is it okay if my roommate joins us for lunch? I promised I’d go with him last week but obviously forgot and then made plans with you. He just texted me asking where we’re meeting.”

Richie looked up and Bill and laughed. “Fine with me, Big Bill. You talk a lot about your roommate. I’m excited to meet him.”

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you / Back up, they don’t love you like I love you / Step down, they don’t love you like I love you / Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? / What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you / Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you

He cracked a smile. “I really want to meet my soulmate.”

Bill raised an eyebrow.

“Beyoncé.”

His friend snorted and rolled his eyes before returning to texting his roommate about his whereabouts.

How did it come down to this? / Scrolling through your call list / I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’m a fuck me up a bitch / Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun / There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one

“Okay, he’s on his way. I told him I’d order for him so let’s get going.”

Richie nodded and followed Bill into the restaurant. They ordered their food, with Bill ordering also for his roommate, before diving deep into conversation.

“Bill, I swear to god, if you ask about him again I’m going to kill you.”

A short brunet stopped abruptly behind Bill, unaware of Richie’s presence. He took this time to admire him. He was cute. Really cute. Richie grinned.

“Hiya,” he said with a grin, taking the newcomer’s eyes off his friend.

“This is my friend Richie. Richie, this is my roommate Eddie,” Bill explained. “He’ll be having lunch with us if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie gave Richie a quick once over and a small smile before sitting down next to Bill. Their food arrived shortly after and they began to eat.

“So, Eddie,” the trashmouth began. “Are you coming to our show on Friday?”

Eddie looked up, his look a bit skeptical. “Our show?” he repeated.

“I’m sure you’ve heard all about the band from Bill.”

“You’re in that band?”

Richie laughed. “Eds, I formed that band!”

He grimaced. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The dark-haired teen reached over and pinched his new friend’s cheek. “But its cute, like you!”

Eddie slapped his hand away, only looking mildly embarrassed. He glanced at Bill.

“Is he always like this?” he asked.

Bill looked at his friend and sighed. “Sadly.”

Richie placed his hand on his chest in mock offense. “You hurt me, Bill. This isn’t how you were treating me last night. Why do you always have to act so different when we’re in public?” he whined as he began to pretend to cry dramatically.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie grinned wide and pushed his chair back. “I have to go. You’d better be at that show tomorrow, Eddie, or I will be very sad!”

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.

“He didn’t pay,” he heard Eddie say to Bill.

“This isn’t the first time.”

Richie waved over his shoulder and blew Bill a kiss. He winked at Eddie, his grin widening when he saw him blush.

-

Friday finally rolled around and Eddie decided to invite Stan to Bill’s band’s show. He made sure to specifically mention that his roommate was in this said band because he knew Stanley would never go otherwise.

“Can you please stop talking about you and my roommate fucking,” Eddie pleaded, pressing his fingers to his temples. “And are you sure you still want to go? You weren’t looking too good earlier.”

“It’s the depression,” Stan replied, giving him a look. “But I’m okay now.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Let me know if you want to leave at any time and we will.”

Can I get your number? / Can I get you into bed? / When we wake up in the morning / Will you give me lots of head?

“Oh, that’s nice,” Eddie sighed as they got closer to their destination.

“Another song?”

Eddie nodded.

“Me too. Or at least parts of a song.”

Everybody wants to love you / Everybody wants to love you! / Everybody wants to love you

They approached the venue, easily identifiable by music and cheering. They paid the entry fee and walked inside. Eddie was immediately greeted by sweaty, dancing bodies and loud music. He saw Richie up on stage, strumming a guitar. He spotted Bill in the back on the drums, and two other individuals: a girl on bass and a dark-skinned guy on another guitar. He couldn’t help but stare at Richie, who caught his gaze. The dark-haired boy grinned and winked at him before continuing with the song.

Will you lend me your toothbrush? Will you make me breakfast in bed? Ask me to get married And then make me breakfast again!

Eddie watched as the rest of the band joined in for the chorus.

Everybody wants to love you.”

He froze. The Richie sang the next part alone.

Everybody wants to love you!

Eddie felt as if his skin was on fire. His hands started shaking and checked his pockets, cursing internally because of course he didn’t bring his inhaler.

“Eddie!” Stan snapped him out of his daze. Distantly he heard the band sing another line. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to throw up. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?”

He could only nod. He didn’t think that he would react this way to meeting his soulmate. Stan grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd. He was dimly aware of the song ending and people cheering. He didn’t notice the look on Richie’s face when Stan pulled him into the bathroom. He turned the sink on and wet a paper towel, dabbing it on his face to cool himself down.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“The lead singer of that band? The one on the guitar?”

“Richie? Yeah, he’s my roommate and best friend. He’s also terrible. What about him?” Stan asked, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

Eddie stared at him. “He’s your roommate? You live with him?”

“Unfortunate, I know. Wait, how do you know him?”

“Bill introduced me.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh, god. You’re the guy he’s been gushing on about for the past twenty-four hours. It’s disgusting.”

“Says the guy who won’t shut up about my roommate,” Eddie accused.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what does you almost having an asthma attack have to do with Richie?” Stanley questioned, crossing his arms.

“Well he’s, uh, he’s my soulmate,” Eddie confessed.

The curly haired boy’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. How do you know? God, he’s going to be ecstatic when he finds out.”

Eddie reddened. “That song. It was stuck in my head on the walk over here. It sounded like it got so much louder when we came inside.”

Stan nodded. “Well, you have to tell him because he looked hurt when I had to drag you in here.”

“I literally only met him yesterday,” Eddie whined.

Stanley rolled his eyes. “Yet you like him! Man up and tell him that he’s your soulmate.” He gave Eddie a quick hug before exiting the bathroom.

Eddie took a deep breath. He moved to open the bathroom door but it was pushed open. Richie grabbed his hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

He short-circuited for a second. “I have to tell you something.”

Richie rubbed his thumb over the palm, making Eddie shiver. “Okay.”

Eddie looked away, cheeks red. “You’re my soulmate.”

“What?”

“On the walk here, I had that song you just played stuck in my head and I’d never heard it before,” Eddie admitted.

“What did you listen to before meeting Bill for lunch yesterday?” Richie asked him.

“Um, I listened to Beyoncé. Lemonade specifically, but I don’t know what this has to do with anything.”

Richie pushed him back against the bathroom wall and grabbed the sides of his face. He kissed him hard, hands moving from his cheeks to his waist. Eddie was thrown off guard but immediately regained his composure, kissing him back earnestly, his fingers curling in his shirt. Richie coaxed his mouth open, the wet sounds of mouths and tongues pressing together filled the small room.

“I can’t believe you just made out with me in a fucking bathroom. Do you know how germy and disgusting these places are?” Eddie panted as they broke apart.

“Relax, babe. It’s not like I’m fucking you in a stall,” he grinned and pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “Unless you want me to.”

Eddie pushed him away. “Beep beep, Richie,” he used the phrase he heard Bill say yesterday to get him to shut up. “Absolutely disgusting.”

Richie laughed and kissed him again, this time gentler. He pulled back and placed a kiss on his temple, intertwining their fingers together.

“I gotta get back out there,” he said, pulling him toward the exit. “I’ll dedicate the next song to you, darlin’.”

Eddie smiled wide as his soulmate led him back out into the crowd. He’d strangle him for singing all those annoying songs another night. Tonight was all about them.

A Pile Of Sticky Notes (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: You and Richie had a thing going, and by ‘thing’ you mean rivalry. On the outside you hate him with all your might, but secretly you’ve been slipping love notes into his locker and praying no one ever sees you. Knowing your rotten luck, the person who catches you in the act is the one person you never wanted to be caught by. 

Warnings: Cussing, because it’s Richie… Obviously. Also kissing an’ shit, and this was requested by @ireland37, who wrote their own series based off the idea. Check it out!

Word Count: 1,304


“Is it hard to be this stupid, or does it come naturally?”

Richie snorted and, grinning widely, raised his middle finger at you. You didn’t notice the red tint to his face every time the two of you argued and he never knew that your chest wanted to explode whenever he insulted you, which was odd, but it happened anyway. Whether or not he had a comeback, you enjoyed the banter.

“If you want to talk about things that come naturally then you should see me in bed.” He fires back, crumpling paper into a ball and throwing it at you. You ducked and frowned, craning your neck to look at him. You were about to say something but the teacher walked in and shushed the class, and you were forced to turn back to the front.

Halfway through the boring class, you heard a quiet ‘thwip’ sound and felt something hit the back of your head. Your hand darted up to feel your hair, pulling a tiny ball of crumpled paper out of the locks. It was, to your absolute disgust, slimy.

“Bleh! That’s disgusting!”

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anonymous asked:

Teenage!reddie making out & hickies. Richie would be the one to not be able to keep his hands off of his boyfriend. They're the PDA™ couple in high school. That is all.

- when they first start dating richie is very nervous about kissing eddie because he knows his boyfriend is uncomfortable with germs and physical contact so he was vary cautious about kissing 

- but eventually eddie starts to get used to the pecks and the loving kisses richie gives him and he seems to want more

- and richie is more than happy to oblige

- their first heated makeout session was after a particularly shitty day of school and eddie is in a mood, pacing his room and grumbling about his teachers and the school system and that henry bowers is seriously the worst person he’s ever met

- richie thinks eddie looks hot when he’s all pissed off and flustered and grabs his waist, bringing him onto his lap, and starts kissing him to shut him up

- “you can’t just shut me up by kissing me, i’m angry!”

- “and you look too good to resist right now so kiss me back already”

- eddie does and he gets his first hickey that night

- his mom obviously freaks out and grounds him, but richie being richie just sneaks into his room when he finds out and the two of them spend the night cuddling

- eddie gets his revenge by giving richie a huge hickie on his collarbone and richie gets berated all day for it by the losers

- richie however wears it as a badge of pride, saying his innocent little eddie is finally being the, and i quote, ‘kinky son of a bitch he really is’

- eddie went red

- richie likes holding hands in school and around the halls and ignores the looks they get, even though eddie gets embarrased

- eddie hates admitting it but he gets insanely jealous when girls flirt with richie because he’s naturally a flirt and easy to talk too

- one day a girl from richie’s gym class is leaning a little too close to him and touching his arm and eddie storms over their in his little shorts and flushed face and brings richie down to kiss him in front of everyone

- richie makes sure to prove to eddie that he’s his later on that night

- the losers aren’t that fussed with the pda, the rest of the school is pretty used to it too at this point, but when richie gets carried away and pulls eddie into his lap or eddie starts making noises, that’s when they draw the line

- “at least richie isn’t talking for once”

- “don’t be so sure stanley, i’m pretty good at multi tasking, right eds?”

- eddie nearly slaps him

A small collection of high school aus! There’s so many wonderful ones out there that has yet to be read!

And Then There Is No Mystery Left (Baby, I’m Sweet On You) -  Swing Set in December - 1k - Teen

Stiles has no idea why Derek is sitting at his lunch table.

As Good As The Real Thing - literaryoblivion - 5k - Mature

He’s maybe had a crush on Stiles for going on two years now, but there’s no way he’s ever going to act on it or say anything. But, he’s memorized all of Stiles’s quirks and habits because he and Stiles have been in the same history class for two years now, and he always ends up sitting by him. However, he and Stiles have had limited interaction with one another, which is fine. Derek can subside on his daydreams of Stiles. He can live the rest of his high school career on his fantasies alone.

That is until their teacher assigns them to be partners for a project.

Awful, Wonderful You -  stilinskisparkles - 16k - Mature

Truth be told, Derek was suffering from the mild delusion he lived in all summer wherein he actually thought this year might be different, and he might, perhaps, be able to bury the hatchet with Stiles and start over.

The superglue that’s destroyed a ninety dollar pair of pants, however, says otherwise. Derek knows how this play goes down; eventually, he’s going to have to climb out of the pants and trudge back to his dorm half naked. Stiles will gloat for a damn week; Derek will have to put up with constant remarks about Stiles getting him out of his pants… Dammit, he’s actually going to get Derek out of his pants, and it’s not even close to the way he pictured it happening.

Betting On Forever -  mrstotten, veritas_st - 17k - Mature

It’s not like Stiles spends a huge amount of time thinking about it. But when he does it seems strange, good strange, but strange nevertheless, he cant really put a finger on when they decided to become civil to each other let alone friends, best friends even.

Him…and Derek Hale. Can you imagine it?

Binomial Coefficients - DevilDoll - 20k - Teen

In which brainy freshman Stiles Stilinski wants star quarterback Derek Hale to join the math team, AKA math nerds in love.

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Praise Kink

Originally posted by solo-harry

Imagine: Ight so it is pretty much #confirmed at this point that Harry has a praise kink. At his concerts he fucking stands there and just gets the crowd to keep screaming for him. The little shit loves it. So here’s an imagine based on it. 

Warnings: SMUT ( i feel like i went over the top on this a lil)

Word count: 2,043

Masterlist

It’s been a tough day. It started with nerves, getting ready with Harry for an award show. Not just any award show, though, it was his first award show that he was going to alone as Harry. Not One Direction. Just Harry Styles.

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Teaser For The Trash Pennywise x Reader I'm Going To Hell For Writing

| So here’s a little preview of the Pennywise x Reader I’m working on. Basically reader escaped Pennywise as a kid, now he’s back to get the one that got away. Reader seduces the clown in the hopes that he’ll spare her life. This is absolute trash. I’m not even kidding. Someone should stop me, honestly.|

The menacing clown hovers over you, breathing heavily and licking his lips.

You know this is it. There’s nowhere to go, and the evil entity that haunted you as a child, is about to finish what he started. He’s been waiting years for this - for the one that got away. There’s no way you’ll talk your way out of it.

The demon growls out your name, slow and gravelly - his teeth turning sharp and gangly, making your eyes well up with tears. Any second those fangs could come down onto your neck, ripping your throat out as you choke on your own blood.

His face is so close to yours - your noses almost touching. In a desperate panic, you wrap a hand around the back of his neck, and lean up touching your lips to his.

The clown pauses - eyes wide with confusion.

You can’t believe you just did that, or even understand why you did. A last second attempt to save your life, perhaps? If anything, at least a way to stall the inevitable.

Your body’s trembling underneath him, just waiting to see what happens.

Pennywise, puts two fingers up to his red painted lips, still looking as shocked as ever.

“Did you just…. Did you just kiss me?”

“Yes.” You nod, swallowing thickly.

He squints down at you in suspicion. “Now why would you go and do a thing like that?” He sneers.

You only have seconds to come up with a response. You better make it good.

“I got caught up in the heat of the moment. You lying on top of me, about to kill me. It’s kinda hot, no?” You manage to fake a smirk.

The clown leans in closer - his nose pressing into your neck and breathes in deep.

“I can smell your fear.” He whispers, grinning widely.

“I can be scared and aroused at the same time, ya know.” This is a hard argument to sell considering your voice is shaking along with your body and it doesn’t look like the clown is buying it.

“What is it that you want?” He whispers - a glint of curiosity in his eye.

You lick your lips, trying your best to look genuinely aroused and not terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.

“Are you gonna make me say it?” You ask, placing your quivering hand up against the clown’s heaving chest.

“Yes.” He growls.

“Sex.” You reply, pulling Pennywise in closer, till your breasts are pressing into his body.

“Sex?” He repeats - his eyes wide with curiosity.

| I told you it was trash. See you in hell, ficcers|

Hellborn - Chapter 1

Genre: Smut; Angst; Demon!AU, Dom!Jimin, Sex Slave!AU

Word count: 6282

“The things I’m going to do to you are going to be the opposite of sweet and gentle. I’ll hit, bite, slap and scratch. You’ll be begging me for mercy. Begging me to give you your sweet release. Begging me to stop…Begging me to let you go…” He smirked a devilish, evil smirk. “But I won’t. Because from now on, you are my property…” You saw him snap his fingers before everything turned black.

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All hands on deck

request: Hey love, can I request StevexReaderxBucky? All early 20s. Reader works with law/business. She was close with Bucky or Steve(you choose) growing up/in high school. But they just lost touch. Reader meets Steve/Bucky for the first time & they live in the same building. Reader finds out either one/both Steve & Bucky are strippers. Maybe readers inexperienced but flirty (sleeps w/people she likes). Nat & Reader are sisters- they’re both gorgeous & close.

pairing: steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes

word count: 6017

warnings: smut, threesome, oral (male receiving), fingering, breath play, praise kink, stripping, small amounts of dry humping

a/n: 9 pages and five hours later! also changed a few aspects of the request so the fic worked well.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

The moment you walked through the entrance of your apartment complex, you knew something was different despite not knowing what it was. You tried to push the feeling away as you made your way to the elevator smiling at your neighbours as you did, you may have been tired after a day of hard work but nothing stopped you from being polite to those around you.

As soon as the elevator doors opened with a ding you quickly scurried your back against the cool metal wall and your head leaning back as you let out a long sigh. You were beyond tired as well as beyond annoyed, your boss made you stay at work two hours later than usual and you were exhausted. All you wanted to do was go to your apartment and crawl into your bed and sleep until you woke up the next morning for work.

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Fuel to Fire (6) Tattoo Virginity

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f), anxiety, depression, mentions of parental negligence, swearing.

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.

Fuel to Fire (intro) Fuel to fire (2) Fuel to Fire (3) Fuel to Fire (4) Fuel to Fire (5)

A/N: This is not, I repeat: NOT, how a getting a tattoo is supposed to go. Freaking bacterial hazard over here. If that wasn’t clear enough: SMUT while getting tattooed. 

Major credits to @thevillainway for making my next tattoo wish come to life, and giving everyone an image to help with visualising what tattoo is being done in this story! 


“Are you excited?” Clint’s bouncing up and down, excited enough for both Y/N and himself, as they make their way over to American Ink.

“Sure, but settle down will you? You’re like a five year old on a sugar high, makin’ me nervous.” Y/N grumbles, no heat in the jab though it manages to settle Clint down a little.

“You’re starting to sound like your boyfriends, cuddles.” Clint smirks, a knowing, devious little thing, and Y/N manages to look away before he’s able to catch the blush on her cheeks.

He knows it’s there, though, he’s known her too long not to.

“Shut up.” she mumbles, but doesn’t deny a thing.

Clint makes an ooh-ing sound and snickers the last few blocks to the shop, and keeps on giggling like an idiot when they walk in.

“Hey, Darce.” Y/N smiles and knows to open her arms for the impending hug now, though she’s still surprised with the force of it when the girl envelopes her into her arms.

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Curiosities about my sketches
@potterbyblvnk 
  • it’s like a fanfiction
  •  same characters, same personalities, same ships, lots of easter eggs, because it’s a series of sketches
  • inspired by the canon from the books of Harry Potter (not from Cursed Child).
  • It follows a line of my headcanons and headcanons that I see around tumblr
  • it doesn’t have a plot
  • it’s quite random if you ask me
  • it’s all digital art made with a charcoal textured brush
  • I’ve studied narrative concept art where one of the assignments was to create black and white compositions from movies screencraps
  • The black and white aesthetic has been developed because of this assignment.
  • I won’t ever draw Harry cheating on Ginny
  • So if you ask me to draw Drarry, Drinny, Harmione, I won’t
  • I started shipping Hinny this hard while drawing them because they are really really hot and fun to draw
  • Ginny got a pixie cut because I love Evan Rachel Wood & Ruby Rose’s short hairstyle and I thought it would be nice to see Ginny like this as an adult
  • But I was very insecure to introduce this headcanon here
  • Thank god more people enjoy it!
  • Ginny loves Harry - and she wouldn’t ever kiss another boy if they break up. Girls, on the other hand…
  • Harry doesn’t even have idea how hot he looks with a beard.
  • I feel like I can only draw sexual situation when it comes to Hinny
  • drawing these sketches help me with my anxiety and fear of failure and some sad thoughts
  • they make me positive :D
  • 4 months drawing the series helped reaching 29k followers on tumblr and 33k followers on instagram
  • I receive many messages of people saying they can ship Hinny because of the way I draw them and I am so happy because I can’t count how many times I’ve seen antiHinny posts around here
  • it’s nice to have some hinny love for a change
  • I don’t like when people say bad things about Harry’s manbun :(
  • it’s relaxing to draw his beard
  • speaking of which, his beard style is inspired by tony stark
  • also his sassy attitude
  • I can’t decide Hermione’s design so I’m still waiting for a huge inspiration to help me to draw more of her.
  • the sketches and comics take between 15 minutes to 4 hours to be done.
  • I draw them at night in my timezone. I post and then I go to sleep.
  • my favorite comic (if I am allowed to choose) is the one about Ginny growing up and being a fucking badass quidditch player
  • and it’s also the post with more notes that I have about this series
  • Harry and Ginny relationship is quite inspired by Monica and Chandler, from Friends, and Phil and Claire, from Modern Family.
  • if I remember something else, I will add here
  • thank you for reading you are brave