#Code numbers

[shrawfrog]

The Internet is out to get me

I’ve just spent a good hour trying to sort out an activity track day given to my son in the form of a voucher. Driving a fast car on a fast racetrack without a licence seems like a specious package. The voucher came in at £44, which allowed for a certain amount off I would have thought, but after squinting at the receipt for the voucher number, having to take a photo of the voucher and then…

[johnnyshrine]

★ 059 // “BORN TO SPIN” (Reference below the cut!)

[nanivinsmoke]

✩ Eat Me, Number One.

✩ allmight x pro!heroFem reader

wanting to get a little taste of the number one hero, during the hero’s banquet.

✩ warnings and tags: public sex, secret sex, ass eating, rough sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, breeding, size difference, age gap, (late 20s reader), etc.

shout out to my editor, tysm <333!

“fuck, this latex is sticking to my skin. shota, can we go? im not in the mood for this uppity shit, maybe we can get some ramen or something?”

“no, unfortunately the both of us are stuck here. i lost yamada an hour ago, which is really odd since he’s the loudest one out of all of us.” aizawa, your best friend and colleague, replied as he took a bite of the salty chip in his mouth. you sighed and downed the shot in front of you, while tugging on the latex of your hero suit with your free hand.

the three of you were currently attending the annual hero’s banquet, which was made for all heroes to meet and mingle with each other. yamada had spotted the karaoke room and tip-toed away from the group when the three of you arrived, leaving you and aizawa alone. you both hated coming to these things, but yamada forced both of you to come every time.

“gonna find the bathroom and possibly yamada, so we can leave.” your dry-eyed friend gave you a nod before you took your leave; grabbing a shot from a tray a waiter was carrying—downing it like it was nothing. getting hammered was your goal. maybe you could get *him* off of your mind. you maneuvered through the crowd of heros, mind bubbling with thoughts before your eyes landed on the huge figure of the number one hero; allmight.

it might’ve been the liquor finally taking its toll on your body, making your legs feel like jelly or just seeing him period, that had butterflies filling your stomach. you were beyond nervous, it had been months since the last time you’ve seen him. the last time you did wasn’t the best experience. "duty calls" he had said before he ran off. but, you weren’t gonna let that one time stop you from saying ‘hello’ and running off to find the bathroom.

you managed to walk over and tap the bottom of his muscular back, his seven foot frame towering over you as he turned toward you. his usual ‘smiling’ eyes softened when he saw you and he kept that same bright smile like always. “y/n, it’s good to see you.”

“likewise,” you quickly turned on your heels as your memories from that terrible night plagued your mind. “wait—y/n,” he grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you back towards him, his eyes scanning your face before dropping to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “can we talk?” you gave a quick nod and he pulled you away. you wanted to get answers, closure for the last time you two saw each other, so you could finally stop cringing at the memory.

the older pro hero led you through the crowd and into an empty room, which happened to be the bathroom. the seven foot tall man closed the door behind you both, and locked it—before turning to look at your smaller, yet curvy frame.

“y/n, I just wanted to apologize for last time. it wasn’t your fault that the date ended like that. i never meant to leave you like that. i know duty calls, but I should have never left like that without telling you, i'm sorry.” his voice was soft, sincere, and you could tell by his body language that he truly meant it.

a few months ago, you had went on a date with the number one hero. it was all going good, you had gotten to know each other really well during drinks and when you two had finally made it your table for food, he just disappeared in a blink of an eye. he didn’t call nor try to reach out to you, which made you become very insecure—leading you to believe that he didn’t actually like you.

“you don’t have to apologize—“

“but, i do. you were wonderful and im a little disappointed I couldn’t make this into something more serious; didn’t have the opportunity to kiss you—.”

“you wanted to kiss me?” it was silent for a moment, both of your eyes locked onto each other’s. the more the two of you stared at each other, the more your body temperature rose. everything about him was so captivating. maybe that was a perk of being one of the best hero’s japan has ever seen, but you were definitely falling for him.

it was sudden but his lips were on yours and all you could do was happily accept. your lips melted onto each other’s, dancing a smoother dance than a tango—with your tongue sliding into his mouth, tongues swirling around each other's. you couldn’t fight your growing arousal anymore, the crush that you had on the older man was bigger than ever.

he swiftly picked you up, not breaking the kiss not once. it was like a scene in a movie with the way he handled you. he propped you up against the white bathroom door, while he made love to your mouth. you clutched onto his yellow locks, pulling away from this kiss that had left you breathless. “think you teased me enough, number one. i need more of you.”

he had never been more turned on, until now. with one hand holding you up, he used the other hand to unzip your hero costume—freeing your plump and swollen breasts. allmight quickly wrapped his lips around your tender love buds, began to suck on them like it was the best candy he had ever tasted. you couldn’t suppress your moans; letting them flow freely out of your kiss-bitten lips.

he removed his mouth from your nipples, kissing between your breats and down your stomach. “allmight—please~”

“toshinori,” he corrected with a squeeze to your ass; making you squeal out. you had long forgotten about the party, or the possibility of other people being there.

“toshinori, please. just fuck me already.” he was taken aback by your vulgar words, but it riled him up even more. your hero suit fell down in an instant and he was lifting you off to the other side of the bathroom. using his quirk, he slid the toiletries off the sink’s counter and placed you on your knees—your ass sitting up in the air just for him; allowing him to dive his head right in between.

gasping, you held onto the marble countertop, while he licked your from your ass all the way down to your swollen clit. his fluid mixing with yours created a slippery mess, which caused you to go crazy. no wonder he was considered a pro.

“shit toshi—just like that, fuck…” you bounced your ass back onto his face, his big hands gripped your waist tighter; lips still attached to your wet clit. you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you and you were ready to accept it. however, much to your dismay, he pulled away from your dripping wet backside.

“wait toshi, i was gonna cum.” he ignored you, flipping you over onto your back; looking at you in all your glory before he gripped himself through his suit. “look, im going to warn you. you might not be able to take all of me, and that’s okay—,” you cut off his rambling by replacing his hand with yours on his bulge, fondling it. it left him groaning, eyes shutting from the pleasure.

“i'm a big girl, i can handle it. besides, a hero never backs down from a fight.” he chuckled at your response and gave you one last look, before he let his blue hero suit and briefs fall to the ground; showing all of him.

you could’ve sworn your eyes had fell out of your head due to how widen you opened them. standing about nine inches tall, his cock greeted you; dripping nothing but translucent fluid. it stood against his abs, twitching with need. not only was he lengthy, he was girthy too. you couldn’t help but to gulp as you thought about him entering you.

as much as you were nervous, you swallowed that doubt and angled him towards your aching entrance; after all you were a hero, you couldn’t let this scare you.

pushing him inside of you, you winced at the pressure—you had never been spread open like that. profanities flew out your mouth as he helped push himself inside, your soft walls clenching around his shaft; making him curse lowly.

he was only half way inside, since that’s all that could fit, and he began to move his hips slowly. the more toshinori moved—the wetter you became. soon, the sound of your cunt squelching and your lewd mewls filled the bathroom—driving the older man crazy. he was losing control over himself, each time you made those sexy noises; he wanted to slam himself deeper inside of you. to hear you yelp out and to feel you squeeze around him. to see all the cream build around him. to see how far he could drive you to insanity just by fucking you.

despite being a hero, the way he was thinking about punishing you with his dick; contradicted his heroic beliefs.

you on the other hand felt like you were going to die, in the most pleasurable way possible. each time he plunged inside of you, his thick tip hit your spot everytime—causing your toes to curl so tight; they felt like they were going to fall off. you babbled and moaned as he fucked the living shit out of you, calling his name while an orgasm ripped through you.

this was the most intense orgasm you had ever had. you were disconnected from reality a bit because of it, so you didn’t realize that you were no longer on the sink’s counter and now on the bath’s plush blue rug—until toshinori slammed down into you once again.

“fuck, you just keep getting tighter and wetter!” you had never heard him curse this much before, it was turning you on more and more.

he had you in the mating press position, hitting your most sensitive spot each time, while your hips and his balls met each time. you cunt was beyond wet, your juices dripped out and slid down onto the ground—creating a huge puddle underneath you.

you could feel him twitch inside of you and his strokes became faster and harder. he was cumming, hard.

a knock on the bathroom door startled you, causing you to look at it.

“hey! can you hurry up, i really gotta use it,” a voice could be heard from the other side, following another knock. you looked at allmight, waiting for his next move.

“in a minute….having some—shit—s-s-stomach problems”

“c’mon dude! you’ve been in there for like an hour”

“in a minute!” he yelled back, not stopping his movements. he was going to cum and nothing was going to stop him from finishing. with a few more slams, he released inside of you; while you came once more with him—this time you squirted all over him.

he grabbed your smaller body and rolled over on his back, with you lying on top of his sweaty, naked body.

“we’re going to need a plan to come out of here without them suspecting a thing,” you chuckled, peppering his chiseled face with kisses.

“this is why we have quirks, to get out of situations like this. now let’s get dressed, so i could show you more of why I’m number one~”

[parasolladyansy]

DxP REWRITE - Connection

I wonder who that could be…>u>

Now that I ended this chapter on a cliffhanger lol, DxP REWRITE is gonna take a 3-4 week break. While Chapters 1-2 pretty much wrote themselves, & I have a pretty good plan for Chapter 4 onward, I have some extra work & prep to do for Chapter 3. ;u;

However, I won’t be leaving you empty-handed - I have an intermission to take up the Sun / Wed slot in the meantime:

Yes! I made a short series for Mizumi’s journey through Hisui! I figured it would help better acquaint me & all of you to Hisui & our past trio, setting up Chapter 3.

I’ll give the cover its own post on Saturday, then start us off on Sunday. See you in the new year! 🩵

🔼 Diamond x Pearl REWRITE 🔽

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[formulanni]

SIMPLY LOVELY HUH⁉️

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009

[morningtou]

haven't seen fanart for nif yet... a crime

shes so CUTE Ame + Eursulon: "can we keep her ????"

[bastart13]

...Okay, I've caved and started drawing for a picrew

It's only going to be heads and shoulders but if anyone's got any suggestions for elements (nose, eyes, hair, face shape, etc.) go ahead!

I may especially need style recommendations with the clothes/hair/accessories because idk how people fashion on a good day

[stormyblue90]

@everything-reminds-me-of-clones

[fanartsofdoritoilluminati]

Stan defeats Bill Undertale-

Record the Billovania while it lasts!

[stars-obsession-pit]

Hello! Can do a chapter fic off this fic prompt Danny phantom x dc: https://www.tumblr.com/corkinavoid/767516270934556672/dpxdc-legal-power?source=share

This isn’t a one-to-one recreation of that dialogue but it’s based on that as a framework/premise

Batman dropped down into the room behind a pair of figures—a teenage boy and a slumped adult—letting his landing create an audible thump to alert them of his presence.

If the teen noticed, he didn’t react. Even as Bruce approached, he continued to stare impassively at the wheezing figure on the ground, an old wooden bat with flaking green paint on its side loosely held in his right hand. Bruce had already suspected who the figure would be since he arrived, but seeing the Joker so broken was still bizarre. No laughing, no schemes. He didn’t even seem to be attempting to escape his binds, just… lying there, almost as if pinned in place.

Bruce paused a step behind the teen. “I don’t know what the Joker did to you, but this isn’t the right way to go about this.”

The teen scoffed, and Bruce felt a painful lurch in his chest as he was reminded oh so strongly of his son Jason. “And what, let him go kill more people?”

“I know he deserves to face justice, but not like this. Everyone deserves a right to fair trial. No one person should be judge, jury, and executioner.”

The teen turned to look at him with glowing green eyes, and Batman felt himself freeze. He had faced gods before, yet even using that as a comparison felt like an understatement. The boy’s eyes belonged to someone far older than his teenage form implied, and they radiated power. Inevitability.

When the teen—no, the entity—spoke again, his words carried an unearthly echo. “Perhaps, but I’m not acting for just myself.” He paused, glanced down at the Joker, then asked almost conversationally, “Do you know how many people he’s killed?”

Another pause, but before Bruce could even try to answer, the entity continued, “Eight hundred and fifty-six. He’s ended the lives of eight hundred and fifty-six human souls. I can tell you about every single one, if you want. About who they were, what their dreams were before he killed them. About the pain they felt at his hands.”

He punctuated the word ‘pain’ by raising up the wooden bat in his hands and ramming its end down onto the Joker’s arm. He let out a wheeze, muffled by the gag in his mouth.

“I have a duty to my people. I am the King of the In-Between and of all the souls that pass through it—even ones whose stays were as brief as his. I am the rightful arbiter of his fate. And with that power, I sentence him to death.”

He raised the bat again, adjusting his grip so he’d hit with the side rather than the end this time, then paused and let out a chuckle. “Of course, just because it’s based on some justice doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun with it too.” He swung the bat down, slamming it into the Joker’s side, then hooked it under the clown’s torso and flicked him up through the air to slam into the wall. “We all really hate this guy.”

With the entity’s attention fully turned away from him as he sauntered towards the Joker’s slumped figure, Bruce could finally unfreeze himself.

Even if the Ghost King did have the right to pass judgement on Joker, Bruce still couldn’t let torture go on like this. He wouldn’t win a direct fight, but he could hopefully at least grab the Joker and bring him over to the police. Carefully, he reached for some of the smoke bombs and batarangs on his belt and readied his grapple. He’d have to do this very, very fast.

But before he could move, another figure entered the scene. Red Hood, emerging from the shadows on the far side of the room, an unexpected bit of a pep to his step.

“Nice to see someone else who gets that that bastard needs to die. But if I may make a suggestion, how ‘bout you use a crowbar instead of that old bat? It’d be a bit more… fitting.”

[inkz123]

Error prolly waits a week after Valentine's day so he can get the chocolate bundles on discount.

He goes to the stores to check prices before Valentine's because he HATES how crowded it gets nearing the day.

He computes how much he can save when he buys in bulk when he does go and buy em.

And the cashiers and store clerks swooning over him cuz they think he looks so handsome but also sad and jelly cuz hes probably choosing which chocolate to buy for his "honey"

but really hes planning to buy em all for himself haha

[maxladcomics]

Undertale: 17

(Directly related to the Undertale: 3 post)

This Amalgamate is made of 17 monsters

Entry Seventeen (17)

17 Monsters in Snowdin (Papyrus is the 17th)

When you're at 3 HP or less, the Bad Memory heals you. So it'll heal you if you're -17 HP.

The only monster with 17 in its stats

-17

On Papyrus's 17th attack (this line) his attacks will be random (His is the only battle that does this, I checked them all. Asgore's battle becomes random after 20 turns)

[jinikaris]

HYUNJIN // SKZ CODE EP. 65: TRAVEL LOG #3 AUSTRALIA ♡

[chellustrates]

a design attempt for the timekeeper / settings person

[beausling]

can’t stop thinking abt clark today like it’s actually so bad

I JUST KNOWWW THAT MAN EATS PUSSY LIKE HES STARVINGGGGGG👹👹

[milandsk]

he had a cigarette with his number on it ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

dieter hellstrom x translator!reader

no tw

“Let’s wait for Emmanuelle to come before we start talking.” said Zoller, making a guy you worked for sigh.

They continued their discussion while you looked at the entrance at the other end of café. Your table was isolated from others highlighting the importance of men at the table - Frederick Zoller and Joseph Goebbels who you worked for.

You knew that somewhere close was Hans Landa but you didn't see him.

As you were waiting you noticed some noise slightly dying up. The change of the people at the other tables was so small - you barely noticed it - when two people entered. A blonde girl and tall man in leather uniform. You guessed that the woman would be Emmanuelle Mimieux but the second person you knew.

Who wouldn't?

Officer Dieter Hellstrom.

You meet him once marginally, Goebbels introduced the two of you out of politeness.

Mimieux and Hellstrom walked up to your table. Her expression was slightly annoyed while his walk behind her was confident as if not letting her escape. Zoller stood up like an exited puppy making my eyes roll.

Zoller introduced the blonde to Goebbels and you. You politely shook her hand.

“And you met the Major.” he turned to Hellstrom.

“I didn't introduce myself. Major Dieter Hellstrom of the Gestapo. At your service.” he told her, his demeanor has changed slightly. You noticed that in Emmanuelle's eyes. He was probably an asshole to her before. He chuckled but there was nothing nice about it.

“Have a seat please.” he pointed at the seat. After she sat down he poured champagne for her and himself. He took a seat next to you.

You translated the conversation between Goebbels and Mimieux feeling the gaze of Gestapo officer on you. The four of you continued to talk for a while, the tall man only watched you without a word. He looked slightly amused by the discussion which to your surprise made you glad, knowing that you're not the only one finding Frederick's actions ridiculous and a little bit pathetic.

“Ah, Landa, here you are.” announced Goebbels as an older man entered. You uncontrollably straightened up your posture which to Hellstrom exhaled as some sort of chuckle. You looked at him surprised but others didn't seem to notice this interaction - fully focused on Landa. He smiled at you and casually turned his attention to others, leaving you to wonder if he actually smiled or did he just continue some sort of secret mockery.

Goebbels excused himself, not saying anything to you. You wanted to stand up and follow him but Hellstrom gripped the backrest of your seat, stopping you from pushing back your chair. His hand clenched on the wooden chair was almost touching the skin on your neck. You could feel the heat emanating from his fingers.

“Don’t leave so soon.” his voice drained with mockery. “I believe you know officer? Landa.”

Your eyes flickered up to Hans Landa. You answered unsure.

“Yes… We met.”

Older man took your hand and brought your palm to his lips.

“Pleasure to meet you again.” he said, still holding your hand as you smiled politely hiding the fact that you wanted to get away.

Hellstrom continued to stare into your face as you took my arm away from Landa. Older man turned to Emmanuelle. You exhaled the breath you were holding in.

Dieter's hand was still gripping on the backrest of your seat trapping you. His eyes were focused on you and you struggled to hold his gaze.

“Perhaps you chose the wrong line of work if talking to german officials makes you so nervous?” he as asked in low voice as the rest of table was focused on themselves.

“I’m not nervous.” you mumbled as he leaned in closer.

“Of course you're not.” he said ironically, his voice quiet. You felt his thumb lightly caress the back of your neck sending shivers down your spine but you didn't react.

You cleared my throat hoping that he would stop before anyone noticed.

Then why did you felt disappointed when he brought his arm back to the table and cold air hit your skin?

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his leather coat. He offered one to you as his fingers swiftly took one for himself.

“I don't smoke.” you said, Hellstrom slightly raised his brows and muttered.

“Well aren't you a good girl?” he casually lit his cigarette like he didn't just leave you speechless. The rhetorical question was supposed to be sarcastic but he kept a straight face. You wondered if he was flirting or did he just want some sort of reaction from you.

He inhaled and blew a smoke in the air. Your eyes traced his jaw clenching as he exhaled.

“I hope you wouldn't mind if I talked to Miss Mimieux. I have a couple of questions regarding the safety of the cinema." Hans Landa interrupted your thoughts.

Gestapo officer nodded and stood up. You followed his footsteps as he left. You went outside the café, the bell rang as the doors closed behind you. He continued to smoke as he watched people walking on the other side of the street. Another smoky exhale came out of his mouth, this time his unreadable eyes focused on you. He tapped off the ashes, his fingers playing with the cigarette.

“We've met already, right?” he asked, his piercing eyes not leaving your face.

“Yes.” you said recalling it “At a banquet few months ago.” you continued after he doesn't didn't say anything. He nodded thoughtfully, pausing for a second.

“How’s your job going?” he threw away the rest of his cigarette, crushing it with his combat boot.

“I’d say pretty good.”

“Good.” he gave you a wry smile.

There was a moment of palpable silence between the two of you. The suffocating stillness carried more than words. Hellstrom didn't move, his presence had an underlying unease even in silence. The air between the two if you seemed to thicken with every second. The seconds stretched as if the two of you were playing a careful game. Who caves in first?

It was a power move - the calculated pause.

You could sense Major's mind working and waiting for your move. Expecting you to maybe break quiet or - if you were going to be stubborn - stand in the tense silence.

He signed breaking the soundlessness. His eyes softening ever so slightly.

“How old are you again?” his hand slipping into his pocket as he asked.

“Uh… 24.” I answered.

“Good enough.” I looked at him confused. He took out a pack of cigarettes and a pen from his pocket. But before i could speak he asked again.

“Are you free tomorrow?” his voice not giving anything away wasn't helpful.

“Yes.” I looked up at his face as he took out a cigarette and started scribbling something on it. Only now you noticed how taller he was standing next to you. You furrowed your brows confused as he handed it to you. Your fingers traced against his as you took a cigarette from him.

“It’s an address, be there at seven.” he said as he walked back towards the entrance to café. As he passed by he was so close you could still smell the cigarettes and a hint of cologne.

“And dress nice.” he added with a smug smile cracking through his cold exterior.

Before you could answer he disappeared inside. You fidgeted with the cigarette feeling the excitement building up in your chest.