Look I love fucking to 90’s R&B just like the next nigga but sometimes u gotta make love to that Macaroni & Collared Greens Soul music our parents grew up on ya feel me


I forgot how good this song was.

Music Series: Get You by Daniel Caesar ft. Kali Uchis

Wow, there is no skirting around the meaning of this one, is there? :P Thank you, Anon!

Think Luther Vandross mixed with Marvin Gaye and maybe a bit of Billy Ocean…and you have this song. Almost a 90’s R&B sound, very smooth.

This is “Get You” by Daniel Caesar, featuring Kali Uchis. You can listen to this songs on Spotify, HERE.

Not smutty smut smut, but tittie bit o’ smut, just sayin’…




Through drought and famine, natural disasters

My baby has been around for me

Kingdoms have fallen, angels be calling

None of that could ever make me leave

Every time I look into your eyes I see it

You’re all I need

Every time I get a bit inside I feel it

Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you

Harry was already mentally exhausted, and fed up, and it was only 10 a.m.

He was tired, unsure even of what he wanted at this point, and ready for a holiday. His work was getting a hold on him lately and he was burning out. With concerts, appearances, writing meetings, business meetings, meeting with his ‘people’, and interviews, to say he had been burning the candle at both ends was an understatement. And all he really wanted was some time alone with you.

You always had a way of being able to make him smile when he needed it most. How you knew the exact moment he felt he was about to break was beyond him. Some weird sort of 6th sense or something. But he was thankful for that 6th sense, helping him get through his day many times.

As he argued lightly with someone he was working with, trying to convince them of something he wasn’t even sure was right… ‘it’s just a feeling, can’t explain it’  he had said….he growled loudly and stood, walking away momentarily as he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it from his pocket and read the text from you.

Why can’t you hear a Pterodactyl going to the bathroom?

He smiles, knowing you are not so much interested in the bladder habits of dinosaurs as you are cracking a bad joke.

I don’t know, why?’ he replies.

Because the P is silent.

Harry laughs out loud and everyone in the room stops what they are doing and looks at him. He sees he is making a scene and smiles.

“She’s funny,” he giggles, looking at the text again.

‘How do you always know just when I need that? Thank you, love.’

And when we’re making love

Your cries they can be heard from far and wide

It’s only the two of us

Everything I need’s between those thighs

Every time I look into your eyes I see it

You’re all I need

Every time I get a bit inside I feel it

Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you

“Fuck!” you cry loudly, trying to breathe as you look down between your legs and all you see are curly locks, all you hear are the sloppy, wet sounds of Harry pleasuring you, and all you feel is his hot, eager mouth tasting you, moaning into your most sensitive areas.

“So good…” Harry whispers against your little button, teeth barely nipping at it, as he drags his tongue once again from between your lips, slowly up through your slit, dipping in for a quick moment, then suctioning again around your bundle of nerves, making another unintelligible sound fly from your throat as you buck your hips against him.

“Taste…so fuckin’ good…” he moans, attaching himself again, until you are whimpering with your hand tugging his hair, jutting your hips against him again as he clings tightly to you, unwavering in his pleasant infliction on you until you are gushing in orgasm. You gasp sucking in air and exhaling loudly as your legs tremble around him, Harry cleaning you with his tongue delicately, careful not to hit your sensitive button again.

Climbing up your body, kissing here and tasting there, he kisses you fiercely before looking into your face passionately.

“You’re amazing,” he praises. “You’re all I ever need, I swear.”

And I’ll take some time

Just to be thankful

That I had days full of you, you

Before it winds down into

The memories, It’s all just memories

Harry appreciated finally having a day off. He had earned it, he knew that. He thrived on being a hard worker, dedicated to his career, but even workaholics liked a day off sometimes.

“So what do you want to do today?” you ask him, as you both lay in bed, trying to wake up for the day.

“Hmm?” he asked, yawning.

“Are you wanting to do something on your day off? Go somewhere? I can drive if you don’t want to,” you offer.

“No,” he replies, rolling toward you in the bed and wrapping himself around you like a burrito. “All I want and all I need is right here in my arms.”

“A day to ourselves just lazing around the house together?” you smile as he nods with a grin against the side of your head. “I love that.”

(If you’ve got someone you like…)

Don’t you love when I come around

(…feel something that’s right somebody just tell somebody)

Build you up then I take you down

(If you’ve got someone you like…)

Don’t you love when I come around

(…feel something that’s right somebody just tell somebody)

Build you up then I take…

Oooooooh, who would’ve thought I’d get you

Harry deserved a nap, and he needed it. And when you couldn’t sleep, you happily left him to his slumber, closing the door behind you and taking his phone so he wouldn’t be disturbed. You would wake him if there was some sort of emergency.

As Harry stirred, yawning and stretching until his body shook the bed, he noticed it was a bit darker outside, and an amazing smell was drifting up the stairs from the kitchen. When he walked into the kitchen, he saw you pulling a hot pan from the oven, and turning off a burner atop the stove.

“What’s this?” he smiled, walking to you and pulling you against him, his hands on your hips and lips on your neck.

“Was just about to see if you were awake yet,” you grin. “Thought I would make us a nice dinner for such a wonderful day that it’s been.”

“It has been, hasn’t it?” he more states than questions, his arm slipping around your chest, pulling you as closely against his chest as possible. “I wish it would never end.”

“Have a few hours left of it, don’t we?” you ask. “Doesn’t have to end until we’re ready for it to.”

You turn to face him, kissing him firmly on his lips, only for him to hold your jaw to keep you from moving away, and kissing you deeply. He smiles at you, lightly layering kisses around your face.

“Love you to the moon and back,” he says softly.

This feels like summer

Boy you make me feel so alive

Just be my lover

Boy you’ll lead me to paradise

I’m a nerd and a slut for Captive Prince, so logically, I started thinking about what kind of music Lamen would be listening to in modern times. 

So I made playlists for both of them:

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anonymous asked:

Can you recommend some good music that appeals to healthy mind?

The music I tend to listen to improve mood is:

1) 90′s R&B, including  Blackstreet, Mariah Carey, Lauryn Hill

2) late 90′s/early 00′s pop, including Britney Spears, NSYNC

3) current female R&B, including Chrisette Michele, Emeli Sandé, Rihanna

what do y’all listen to to promote good mental health?

Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Set your entire music library to shuffle and report the first ten tracks that pop up! Then choose ten additional friends.

I was tagged by @sobeautifullyobsessed. I’m pretty sure most of the people who follow me are familiar with her blog, but she’s a fellow Cumberbatch fan and an amazing writer. If you don’t follow her, you’re missing out on some great fanfic. 🙃

I’m kind of all over the place when it comes to music. I don’t really have a particular genre… I listen to a little bit of everything… Pop, Classical, 80’s Pop, Hard Rock/Metal, 90’s Alternative/Grunge, Goth, Industrial, EBM/Electronic, Post Punk, and even some 90’s Rap and R&B… and very little Country.

1.) The Cure - Primary
2.) Depeche Mode - Dressed In Black
3.) Ego Likeness - Infidel
4.) Smashing Pumpkins - Bullet With Butterfly Wings
5.) Ulterior - The Emptiness We Share
6.) Puscifer - The Undertaker
7.) A New Beginning - Alexandre Desplat (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 Score)
8.) The Cure - Disintegration
9.) Apocalyptica - S.O.S. (Anything But Love) ***featuring Cristina Scabbia from Lacuna Coil
10.) Lady Gaga - Bad Romance

Not sure who to tag. I think most people have already done this. Hmmm… 🤔
If I tagged you and you’ve already done this, I’m sorry! No pressure. Don’t feel like you have to participate. 😉

communiquesfromm  asked:

((3. What Song(s) Do You Listen to When You Art? ^^))

Pop and Industrial are my favs :D I listen to a lot of that. Also 90′s alt rock and R&B, some of that gothy darkwave/EDM stuff, and I love remixes. Sometimes I get these weird phases where I have to listen to the same song over and over for a few days?? And then it’s good, I can not listen to it for a while XD

I made a playlist for art streams. You can hear some of my abominable taste there 8D

Thanks for the question! :D

She’s driving so fast you don’t know how to catch your breathing. To beat with the tempo of the 90’s R&B playlist she has on repeat. She smells amazing, like honeysuckle and cocoa butter; only characters out of story books are supposed to smell like this. Some overplayed Genuwine song plays. Her voice teases along, lifts and presses your baby hairs, awakening everything left in your body. Through all this beauty you remain rigid, racing with the moon, who can secure her heart first? She senses you, she’s always been good at that. She reaches over- why; her touch pure temptation- “thank you for always being here for me. you are so good to me mi amor.” Honeysuckle slips off her lips and into my ears. Slippery yet secure she is a walking juxtaposition. She’ll be nearing the campus soon, driving in real slow giggling at the bricks and low cut buildings, still clutching my cold hands knowing how much it hurts. She’ll squeeze once, laugh at the student organizers, tell me to come back to the real revolution. She’ll pull out of the driveway slowly, laughing still, headlights illuminating every insecurity and increment of time we’ve spent together. She’ll kiss me once every full moon, in my dreams, she won’t talk to me again until her next conquest gets sick of her sweet sorrows, she’ll scoop me and i’ll silently suckle at the tit of her selfishness.