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A coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care



       ”—What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?”

Is it bad that I kinda really wanna suck your cock while you're sitting on the throne in Asgard? Cause I do. A lot.




"Though I appreciate the thought, I do not think now is quite the time to mention it…"


"After this. As like a victory thing, y’know? You, me, a little fellatio in the throne room. Could be fun."


"I’ve no doubt it could be. I think it best we tie up these loose ends quickly then."

"Works for me. Watch your head—"

I"m pretty sure you said fuck to me 5 times this morning.

It doesn’t count when we’re actually fucking, Jas.

[text] Ooooooooh fat bottom girls you make the rockin' world go rooooound!




[text] How high are you this time?

[text] Not high.

[text] Listening to Queen.

[text] It is mandatory when listening to Queen that you sing along to Queen.

[text] Mandatory, Tasha.


[text] Sure.

[text] So why are you texting and not singing?

[text] I am singing.

[text] I’m singing while I text.

[text] I’m multitasking.



Clint laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not that cruel. Your reward comes after you eat, so your food doesn’t get cold.” He set the tray down on the bedside table, seating himself on the edge of the mattress at Jasper’s hip. “Deal?”

Jasper considered it well he started to consider it but then got distracted.  He shook his head a bit.  ”Deal I think, but I’m having an emergency. It’s the kind where you need to be here” He pointed to the place on the bed next to him. “And it’s the kind of emergency where i need to borrow your shirt.” 

He wasn’t able to hold back his highly amused grin, but Clint did manage to choke back the snort. “I guess I could do that for you, if it’s an emergency.” He pressed a kiss to Jasper’s cheek before pulling his shirt over his head, handing it to his lover, and crawling into bed on the other side of him. “That help?”