YE-AAAAH

getting ya titties sucked is such a calming thing. like aaaah yes lemme lay here while you suck my titty and i just have my hand on your head as you suck away

anonymous asked:

...I have never heard of that band you linked, and I regret I just now found them.

AAAAH YES studio killers are AMAZING!! i really love their music…. here is a cherry amethyst for you *o*  

anonymous asked:

Top 5 haikyuu characters that are not animated yet?

Aaaah yes! There are so many characters us manga readers have met that I can’t wait for all my anime viewers to meet and fall in love with!

1. The Miya Twins. I think that us, as a fandom, will never be over the Miya twins revelation. I feel like they are the most popular manga-only characters, especially after the incredible amount of content we are getting lately. I fell in love with Atsumu during the training camp arc, and now that Osamu is there too things are only getting better. Also, GIVE ATSUMU MAMORU MIYANO’S VOICE, I’M BEGGING YOU

2. Daishou Suguru. I can already feel how much the fandom will spit in half the moment our Daishou will show up. Personally, I adore this little snake. With him, we’ve finally got a character who was a perfect opponent, almost a villain, who showed no mercy, who targeted the weak, who was powerful both mentally and physically, who’s manipulative and not afraid of using dirty tactics during matches. He’s not a good boy, at all, we’ve all been mad at him sooner or later, but this only shows how well written he was. And don’t lie to me, we all got a little bit emotional seeing him again during the nationals :’)

3. Teradomari Motoki. Saw you there and I thought: Oh my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake. Apparently, I have a thing for buffed and gel addicted wing spikers warning the number 4. He looks so much like Bokuto my heart skipped a beat every time he appeared in a panel. 

4. Hoshiumi Kourai. His style and physical appearance are very similar to the Little Giant, and the manga is already setting up a great rivalry with Hinata, which I’m very much looking forward to. Also, I can see lots of Bokuto’s personality in him and I’m sure that, if Bokuto never met Hinata, he would have chosen Hoshiumi as his own heir. 

5. Komori Motoya. MY GIANT LIBERO SON. He’s so pure and friendly despite his position as the best (and tallest) libero of the series. His is a shared fifth position with our favorite hypochondriac bean Sakusa, because all their interactions are nothing but pure gold. 

ICONIC

- bonus: Haiba Alisa. CAN’T WAIT TO SEE MY BEAUTIFUL QUEEN ANIMATED 

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girlmeetsfeminist  asked:

Do you find it annoying when people try to ship you with your cast mates irl? Because I know I hate it when people ship me with my best friend, so it must be annoying for you to be shipped with people who are your friends and you work with.

AAAAH YES!

We work together. We’re best friends. We spend almost all of our time together. BUT THAT DOESNT MAKE US LOVERS OR SOMETHING! If anything an cast relationship could ruin everything if it ended explosively. It’s a major mistake, and super strange to me that someone would try to ship us together. It makes me super uncomfortable. You don’t know me. You don’t know what or who im in to. It’s one thing to ship a fictional character but a whole other thing with real people.

Sleeping With the Enemy

A/N:  Ok, so what had happened was, @archangel-with-a-shotgun shared a story about being invited to a ball by Crowley, and then the most recent installment of @icecream-and-gadreel’s smutacular series involved a Crowley scene, and I really should not be held accountable for my actions, after that.

Summary: The reader and the Winchesters infiltrate Crowley’s Halloween masquerade ball, in order to steal a powerful talisman.  Crowley offers the reader a deal.

Word Count: 5,080ish.  Sorry, not sorry.  I, much like my beloved sinnamon roll, enjoy a little torture before the grand finale. 

Menu I mean Warnings:  THE MOST BLAZINGLY FILTHY SMUTTY SMUT I HAVE EVER WRITTEN!  YE WERE WARNED!  Power struggle, demon power!kink, oral sex (female receiving), semi-public sex, Crowley’s magical thundercock, ALL the dirty talk, Dom!Crowley, unprotected sex (do it right or pay the price, kids).

Soundtrack: http://8tracks.com/forestspirit/harbingers-of-the-dead

“I can’t believe you made me wear this thing.” You tugged lightly at the crimson velvet of your gown, trying to hike the neckline up.

“Shut up, you look awesome.” Dean teased.  “Besides, it’s a costume party.  Not like you could show up in your usual duds.”

The colonial-style gown was undeniably beautiful.  (Dean had looked so proud of himself when he brought it home from the costume shop.)  It was the kind of thing any princess wannabe would give her left arm to wear.  The problem was you.  You didn’t belong in a getup like this- you were a hunter for fuck’s sake.  The tight, low cut bodice restricted your movements, and while the wide skirts were perfect for concealing weaponry, they were heavy and swished around when you moved, getting caught on doorways and furniture.  It made you feel confined and clumsy.  Not like yourself at all. 

Then again, that was the point of a masquerade, wasn’t it?  You huffed and yanked on your neckline, again.

“Screw you, Winchester.  I look like a Hamilton reject.   How come you’re not in costume, huh?”

“Believe me, sweetheart.  This monkey suit is plenty.”  He adjusted the jacket of his tux, as if the black wool were strangling him.  “Plus, we’ve got the whole mask thing going on.”  He indicated the black velvet domino mask covering half his face.  “Now that’s above and beyond.”

“You look beautiful, Y/N.”  Sam chimed in from behind his golden sun mask.  “If anything, Dean and I are underdressed.”

Sighing, you turned to take in the sight before you.

When Crowley hosted a Halloween masquerade, he didn’t half-ass it.  The huge black marble ballroom was swirling with intricate costumes.  There was a man (demon, you corrected yourself) in a top hat and tails covered with feathers, giving him the look of a rather stately raven.  A giggling woman passed by wearing a tight gown covered in red and yellow sequins (or were they embers?), with what looked like real flames dancing through her hair.

Sam was right.  Even in your tight, swishing velvet, you were so plainly out of place.  So very human. You tightened the strap on your red fox mask, trying to disappear.

“Ok, let’s get what we came for and go.  I don’t want to be here a second longer than we have to.” You grumbled.

“10-4.” Replied Dean.

“We’ll split up, meet back here in an hour?” Said Sam.

You all nodded and went your separate ways.  The boys headed in opposite directions, toward twin hallways on either side of the ballroom.  That meant you got to weave through the crowd.  Joy.

You passed by a buffet table, piled high with fruit, bread, cheese, and what you chose to believe was beef.  You didn’t take anything.  You did, however, take a flute of champagne from a silver tray as it passed, carried by a hunched form in a goblin mask.  Wait, was that a mask?  By the time you looked again, the server was gone.  

You looked more closely at the figures around you.  They weren’t all demons.  There was a faerie queen in a dress of autumn leaves, a crown of willow branches on her head.  She was attended by a knight in orange mail armor, and -yes!- the knight did have a fluffy tail that swished in and out of view as she pivoted, guarding her queen.  In an alcove, sitting on leather couches and sipping blood from crystal stemware, were some vampires who apparently never got the memo about goth fashion being cliche for their kind.  

The more you looked, the more variation you saw in the guests.  Witches, werewolves, faeires, vampires, djin… This wasn’t just a Halloween party for Crowley’s court, it was a fucking state sumit.  

“Now, what is a beautiful creature like you doing hanging about in the shadows?” said a smooth cockney voice in your ear.  You whirled around to face the speaker, praying your disguise was good enough.  

Crowley was dressed in an impeccable black suit and blood red tie, as usual.  His “costume”, it seemed, was a long burgundy cape with a high collar and a matching leather mask shaped like a skull.  Four demonic horns protruded from the top of his mask, giving the appearance of a crown.  Subtle.  With a flourish of his cape, he bowed and offered his hand, looking through his lashes as he said with a grin, “What do you say, love?  Care to dance with the devil?”

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anonymous asked:

ikkaku receiving a confession by a long time friend or someone he knows by association (like they hang w yumichika or renji or st), whatever works best but...i wanna marry him 😤

Aaaah, yes! Please enjoy!

“I don’t remember you being such a quitter!” Ikkaku yelled as his Zanpakuto clashed with Renji’s. “You’re telling me you’re tired already?”

“Yeah, right!” Renji quipped. Another strike of his blade. “’Just that seeing this fight go nowhere is starting to get boring.”

“I agree,” you and Yumichika said at the same time, watching on with bored expressions. You were sitting cross-legged under a tree, your head propped up on your hand as it rested on your knee. They both ignored you, and you and Yumichika exchanged exasperated looks.

They’d been at it for hours, and they never seemed to tire. The trash talking started while on the way to the training grounds, and hadn’t stopped since. It had all been quite entertaining in the beginning, but watching those two losers bicker while they both tired was getting to be tedious. The only upside to this was that Ikkaku looked damn fine, covered in tiny bleeding cuts, sweat, and dirt, that smirk on his face that showed he was having a grand time sparring with his friend. Still, though, you were getting antsy just sitting there.

“I wanna drink,” you called out, getting to your feet in one fluid motion and clapping the dirt off your hands. It was getting late, the sun just starting to set behind the mountains, and if you didn’t hurry, your usual place was bound to be filled up. Yumichika sighed in relief, moving to join you from where he leaned against the tree with his arms crossed. “You can both join us whenever you’ve finished flirting.”

“Hah?” came the chorused question from both the blood-covered idiots. Before Ikkaku could make his inevitable retort at the thought of flirting with the redheaded lieutenant, Renji sheathed his Zanpakuto.

“I’m in,” he said, picking his way over to you with a quick look over his shoulder at his bald sparring partner. “You in, or not?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Grumbling, Ikkaku, too, put away his sword, and rolled the stiffness out of his shoulders. “I got it, let’s go.”

Picking up a familiar pace, Ikkaku by your left side as he always was when you walked together, the four of you made your way to your regular bar. Immediately upon entry, you were greeted by the staff by name, and shown to your usual table, your drinks already waiting. Nights at the bar with this particular crowd happened at least twice a week like clockwork, and you couldn’t wait to be seated next to Ikkaku to enjoy the conversation, and the best sake in the Seireitei. 

You didn’t know when these feelings of yours started to develop, but there they were one day, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were suddenly very aware of his presence, and of everything little unconscious gesture he made. Th grin he made while he was listening to friends tell their stories, the sly little lick of his lips when he was finished taking a sip of sake, the cool way he lounged at the table, with one leg pulled up as he rested his arm on it, sake cup in hand. Dammit, the man wasn’t even trying and your heart gave a little flutter. All of this didn’t escape Yumichika’s insightful gaze, and he’d been increasingly difficult to ward off. You remembered distinctly the time he cornered you, blatantly accusing you of being infatuated with Ikkaku, all sharp, but encouraging smiles. It still gave you chills to think about how astute he could be.

As the night wore on, the conversations flowed seamlessly, easily transitioning from one topic to the next until you four had been there for several hours. Throughout the night, Yumichika had been edging farther into your space, causing you to scoot away from him…and closer to Ikkaku. Currently, you were practically pressed up against him, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his toned, muscular body. If you didn’t know any better, you would have blamed the blush on your cheeks on the alcohol. No one else seemed to notice, however, and if they did, that’s certainly what they would have blamed it on.

“Well, aren’t you three cozy,” Renji laughed, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. 

“W-What?” you stuttered out. “W-Well, that’s–”

“I was admiring how soft her hair was, and was asking about what kind of hair products she uses,” Yumichika said flawlessly. The twinkle in his eye made you squint, but he played ignorant. “How am I supposed to touch her hair without getting close to her?”

“Hair?” Ikkaku slurred, whipping around to face you. He was right in your face, mere inches from it, in fact, eyes scrutinizing you and your hair. Without warning, his hand was on top of your head, scrunching up your locks with a look of concentration. His slid his hand down the side of your head, trying to get a better feel, but it felt more like he was caressing you. “It is pretty damn soft.” 

“Er… Thank you…” You looked down at your lap for just a second, before turning away from him, downing your little bit of sake in the most casual way possible.

“Wait, let me feel!” Renji’s rough hand was suddenly petting your hair, and you couldn’t do anything but sit there, blinking in confusion. He muttered his thoughts on your hair, making the other two men laugh. If nothing else, you were grateful he had diffused that awkward feeling between you and Ikkaku…

The evening continued much the same for another hour before Renji and Yumichika called it quits. Renji had early morning lieutenant duties that Captain Kuchiki would skin him alive if he didn’t show up on time for, and Yumichika’s reasons were less important, but very like him. Apparently, staying out too late too often was bad for the skin, and he would be thoroughly irritated if he woke up the next morning with dark circles, or worse. The knowing wink he gave you when they departed outside the bar told you otherwise, though, and you were left with a drunk Ikkaku to walk around with.

“What a bunch of wimps,” he grumbled, crossing his arms indignantly. You laughed jovially. You were hardly sober, but you had a fairly good grasp on yourself. After the strange hair-petting scene, you’d downed a few more cups of booze, and were now happily buzzed and giggly. “The night’s still young! You’ll stay, right, ___? You always do.”

He was right, too. Whenever this same thing happened in the past, you were always the one to stick around and close out the bars with him. At first, it was just because he was fun to hang out with, and you were still in the mood to drink and have fun. As your feelings grew, however, it was more that you weren’t quite ready to separate, wanting to spend as much time as possible with him, combined with the other two reasons. 

“I love that about you,” he continued after a pause. “You’re fun as hell to be around, and you ain’t half bad in a fight. Not to mention you can hold your liquor, and you’re good at conversation.”

Ah, hell. If went on complimenting you that way, you were going to pass out. Already your heart was racing, and you couldn’t even pretend the pretty flush of your cheeks was because of the booze. Ikkaku showed no visible signs that he was anything but cool as a cucumber, evening going so far as to walk with his hands clasped behind his head while he whistled. He turned to you with a boyish grin.

“Most other chicks would be a pain to hang around, but you’re different. You’re special.”

You stopped in your tracks, gaping at his back as he continued walking. Had he really said that? Was he even aware of what those kind of words did to you? No of course he wasn’t, because while Ikkaku was many things, he was not a mind reader. Having noticed your absence, he turned around with a confused expression.

“Oi, ___, what the hell are you doing all the way back–”

“I like you!” you blurted out, unable to hold it back any longer.

Silence.

Whatever Ikkaku was saying died on his lips, and he stared at you. He didn’t look unhappy, or uncomfortable, just completely taken aback and unsure of what to say. You felt like you were going to throw up, and immediately regretted your decision. But what the hell were you supposed to do when he was singing your praises like that!? It wasn’t fair that he could make you feel the way you did…

Finally, “Er, really? Since when?” he asked. He still looked for the world like he couldn’t quite comprehend what you said.

“Uh, well, a while…I suppose…” You kicked at the dirt with your toe, staring at his forehead because you couldn’t look him in the eye. “How the hell was I supposed to tell you, though…? I– You’re like–” You cut yourself off before you could stumble over your words any further, still toeing at the ground.

The silence that followed was deafening, and god, did you want to just disappear. It was so incredibly awkward, especially because he wasn’t saying anything. What were you going to do if he shrugged you off? Could you go back to the way it was before? How awkward was it going to be until it was normal between you again? Steeling yourself for disappointment, you looked up, and your eyebrows shot up into your hair.

Ikkaku was still staring at you, but the blush on his face was so severe that not only did it reach the tips of his ears, but damn near covered his whole head. You could see his jaw working, clenching and unclenching as he processed your words, but you were so absorbed by his red face.

“W-Why are you blushing?” you asked incredulously, feeling embarrassed by association.

“Shut it!” he squawked. “Who wouldn’t after a confession like that!?”

“Well, excuse me!” Now you were just annoyed. “If you don’t like it, you can just forget it ever happened!” Ikkaku made a face.

“No way! You said it, you can’t just take it back!”

“Well, then, what?” You placed your hands on your hips, all shyness and embarrassment gone. The alcohol was finally doing it’s job as liquid courage. This was usually how you two interacted, so it was a bit of a relief. “Are you gonna date me?”

“Damn straight!” Ikkaku confirmed, taking a few steps closer to tower over your much smaller frame.

“…Wait, what?” You weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly.

“I like you, too,” he said. He took you by the arm, and pulled you against his body roughly. “Confessions aren’t really my thing, so I wasn’t sure how to say it… I was probably just gonna kiss you one of these days.” He looked away from you awkwardly, but placed his hands on your waist as he gathered his thoughts.

“Well, why didn’t you?” you demanded, hitting his chest with your fist.

“Huh? Why didn’t I what?”

“Kiss me!”

“W-Wha–”

“If you liked me, then you should have just said something!” You couldn’t stop your mouth now, not when all the pent up frustrations of your crush were being released all at the same time. “Or kissed me like you said you wanted to! Instead, I’ve been drowning in these feelings for forever now, wondering if I’d ruin our friendship if I said anything, and you–”

With a sigh, Ikkaku snaked one arm around your waist, using the other one to cradle the back of your head, and smothered you in a hot, toe-curling kiss. You squeaked in surprise, making him chuckle, and he eased his tongue into your parted lips. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you grabbed the front of his shihakusho tightly in your tiny little hands, hanging on for dear life. A little moan escaped into his mouth, and he growled in response, kissing you harder and messier in the middle of the road. His hands in your hair made you shiver, and it was everything you’d hoped kissing him would be, and then some.

When he finally pulled back, you were sure your face was on fire. If anything, the shit-eating grin on his face confirmed this as he placed his hands back on your hips, keeping you close.

“What’s that face for?” he inquired teasingly. 

“Shut up…” you muttered, looking off to the side. He laughed, then released you, but still kept one of your hands wrapped in his.

“Let’s go.”

“What? Where?”

“Didn’t I say earlier? The night’s still young! And now I’ve got my girl to spend it with.”

You rolled your eyes. “I was already coming with you, stupid.”

“Yeah, but now you’re my girl.”

Cheater. There was absolutely nothing you could say to that, so you followed him without complaint, hand in hand, pouting. You got a few stunned looks from some of the Squad Eleven members still out drinking, but you weren’t even worried about it. Ikkaku was all yours now.

  • Probably in first half of ACOMAF
  • Feyre: Why are you still looking at me?
  • Rhys: Because you are beautiful.
  • A moment later.
  • Rhys: And you are still looking at me, too. Is it because I am beautiful...
  • Feyre: No.
  • Rhys: ...gloriuos, wonderful...
  • Feyre: I said NO.
  • Rhys: ...lovely, hands-
  • Feyre: AAaah, yes. Just be quiet.
he has come out to play - Joji/Filthy Frank

A request for part 2 of the Filthy Frank role-play, which can be read here X Sorry for it being shitty, didn’t know exactly what to write about, but I hope you enjoy it either way. (And sorry for not being that active lately V_V’)

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Ever since that day, you stopped spending time around Joji whenever he was filming for his channel. Too much of a distraction for you; you wanted and at the same time, didn’t want, to end up in the same position as last time. The shame of your kink being uncovered by your lover, Joji, has been bothering you ever since then. You never wanted him to find out and yet he did—and he hasn’t stopped teasing you with it.

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(Thought I’d just write you a quick thing)

Draco worked his palms against his trouse leg repeatedly in a failed attempt to remove some of the sweat from her hands. “So Potter.” Trying his voice into the evening night but somehow the simple two words sounded wrong. “Potter. No… Hey Harry. No that’s not it… I should sound more…” In agitation the slytherin boy sighed.
A few seconds later another student walked around the corner. “Oh! Malfoy. Hello.”
Forcing down his smile the blonde teenager nodes his head in a simple recognition of the treating. “Hello.”
“Didn’t expect to see you here so late.”
A grin slithered its way into the richer ones face. “Really? And where prey tell should I be?”
Whilst scratching the back of his head Harry considered his answer. “Well… I mean… I don’t know… I suppose not outside the gryfindor common room.”
In a jovial tone masking his concerns the white student asked. “Do you wish I wasn’t here?”
At that exact point Ronald walked between the two of them, knocking his shoulder against his best friend’s raising his eyebrows and then headed behind the picture. “Of course you know that’s not the case” Harry’s checked flushed with his emotions.
“Oh.” Draco seemed suprised by the honesty almost as much as the idea of anyone wanting him around. “Well good.” The weight of the conversation finally dawned on him and he smiled. “I would hope my boyfriend would like me around.”
Startled Harry’s eyes widened and he moved his gaze from the ground between them to the person infront of him. “boy-boyfriend?”
“Well yes. I don’t know about you Potter but I dont go around kissing many boys and telling them I like them in all the ways possible… And when I do I hope we are dating.”
Still in shock the brown skinned boy tried out the word in his mouth. “Dating” then his mouth split into a wide smile. “Yes. Boyfriend. I like my boyfriend outside my dorm.”
For a while the two stood and spoke. When they finally walked away from each other Draco looked down at his still calmly hands and couldnt supress his obvious joy.

oh! my! gosh! this is so sweet!! “I would hope my boyfriend would like me around” like aaaah yes this is what i live for. thank you for submitting this, it cheered me up a lot when i woke up and read it!!! draco’s lil warm-up in the beginning asdfghjklk i literally cannot

anonymous asked:

I swear people just edit the contrast and brightness when making fun of lapis' color.

Aaaah yes, the “neon Lapis Lazuli discourse” :P

I’ve been keeping away from that (on account that it’s ludicrous nonsense and either involves image doctoring, like you said, or is just born from general ignorace and/or a distinct lack of observation)… but, seeing as you’ve sent me an ask about it - how about I prove it’s ridiculous nonsense for you?! ;)

For the sake of fairness, all of the images have been taken from the same source - namely, the Steven Universe Wiki.  They’re also only images that feature a “neutral” daytime colour palette.  There’s one from each episode that Lapis has appeared in thus far which also features a neutral daytime palette at some point during the episode.

As you can VERY clearly see, Lapis’ daytime/neutral colour palette has always been the same.  And, considering that the first of the episodes shown here (Gem Drill) was aired ALMOST A YEAR AGO, it begs the question: why the hell are people only just complaining about it now, after all this time?!

And just to make it even clearer for everyone, I overlapped two random screenshots:

Nope, no difference whatsoever :)

It’s funny, really - almost as if, I dunno, people are literally that desperate to shit on Lapis and/or the show in general, that they’d start taking issue with things that have never been considered to be a problem for the months that they’ve existed for.

Please feel free to check the images out for yourselves: http://steven-universe.wikia.com/wiki/Lapis_Lazuli/Gallery

Young, wild and 23

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For a lovely friend. Hope you’ll enjoy this one :’)

Reblog and like :’) let me know what you think. As always, have a nice day/ evening. All the love, M.

Warnings: smut

“Come on!! Let’s go out tonight Harry! Nick asked if we wanted to join him and Rita. We haven’t been out to a party for a while, let’s be young, wild and 23”. You said to harry as you leaned on the doorframe. “Nah, I’m not really in the mood love”. Harry turned around to look at you, and saw that you looked quite pissed by then. “ what’s wrong? Are you mad just because I don’t want to go to some stupid club? Maybe Nick and Rita can come over?”. You heard all that he was saying but didn’t like the idea he had about a fun night, while he was back home again. You see in Jamaica he went out a couple of times, there is photographic evidence of that. Everyone who went out with him over in Jamaica, send pictures and videos to you. Even the cameraman showed you a clip of him being drunk and jumping of a bridge. “Stupid club… for fucks sake. Parties in Jamaica were more fun than?“ you muttered under your breath whilst walking away. "Hey… hey…. don’t say that and then walk away. I did like the parties in Jamaica… yes. Mainly because there is no press outside trying to get a pic of me or YOU shitfaced drunk. But I’ll go with you and Nick and Rita is that makes you happy”. Harry smiled at you.

At first Harry thought the idea of going out wasn’t the best one. Because he didn’t like it when the media would get pictures of his girlfriend being drunk. He had seen headlines before saying “ oh looks like Harry’s girlfriend is done with him. She’s hugging and flirting others, what would harry think of that?”. But when he saw what you were wearing tonight the mood changed. He would like to see you dance for him in a dress like that. You noticed that Harry was staring at you. “What’s going on? You’re staring”. A smirk appeared on his face and walked over to you, and started kissing your neck and whispered in your ear “Well.. I might…just…. Like.. This dress on you. You look really good”. His hands traveled up your thighs, and placed his hands on your panties “ all mine…”. When you arrived at the club, you and Harry went in through the back door. Nick guided you to a table they were already sitting at. “Glad you decided to come mate..and y/o you look STUNNING”. But there was no time to sit down because you heard Niall’s song slow hands. “COME ON HARRY, let’s dance” and took him out to the dance floor. You started grinding on Harry’s manhood and whispered in his ear “See going out wasn’t such a bad idea. When do I ever get a chance to grind on you baby”. All you heard was a hmm.. from him. All along you felt yourself getting more wet between your folds. You already were horny when he placed his hands on your panties back home, but hearing these songs and grinding on harry made you want him even more. You turned over and placed arms around his neck and put your head against his and started to sing along “Cause I want you bad, yeah, I want you, baby… I do Harry”. He took your hand and walked to the nearest “staff only” spot he could find. The room was so dark, and he took you to the back. “Teasing me like that.. Hmm”. As he started to kiss your neck and placed his hand on your thigh. He moved his hand up even further and felt how soaked your panties had become. “ hmm so wet for me.. All this because we went out huh. Let me taste it.” And he took your panties down. Harry left little kisses on your thighs and lifted one leg up and over his shoulder. The first thing you felt was his tongue wiping away the wetness. “ OH. Hmm … yes” is what you said after feeling his tongue. Harry looked up to you and said “Hmm you taste so good baby”. He started licking your cunt even more. It wouldn’t take long for you to come, since you were already horny for a while. Harry was busy licking and sucking and doing everything little thing you love. But then you heard your phone ringing, not looking at the phone you answered “Hmm.. Yes?”. “where the fuck are you and Harry? We’ve been searching the two of you!” You could tell Nick was a bit mad. As you tried to answer his question, Harry decided to put a finger inside your tight cunt. He chuckled as you tried to speak normally “We will be … hmmm back very.. Aah, Soon”. “Aah I see, uhm.. Take your time. We’ll see you in a bit.” and Nick hung up the phone. “I guess they know now, don’t they. Maybe it’s time to go back?” Harry mumbled. “Hmmm… maybe. Ooh yes. Right here Harry” as he fastened his movements. “I’ll do it better when we’re back home okay” he told you. “Hmmm Kay… OOOH my.. Yes hazz. It feels so great baby. You.. use .. Aaah..that tongue.. Hmm SO .. Good. I’m gonna come hazz, Aaaah. Yes. Yes.. Hmm”. As you were trying to catch your breath Harry got your panties and put them back on. “Babe, feet. I’m not letting you walk away without underwear. They can come off again when we’re back home”. Harry stood up and winked at you.

The both of you walked over to your friends, Harry remembered he had to tell you that going out maybe wasn’t all that bad. Even if it was just to see that smile on her face while she was dancing with Rita or the oral sex in a dark room.

As she said to him that evening before “ let’s be young, wild and 23”.

Helga wants to wipe that adorable stupid smile off his handsome dumb face for somehow convincing her to actually wear that monstrosity.

Meanwhile Arnold’s having the time of his LIFE, Gerald is laughing at Helga’s pain, and Phoebe is takings pics on her cellphone.

Possible convo:

“Remind me again why I married you.”
“Because you’ve been madly in love with me since you were 3?”
“Mmmeh… :T”
“Because I love you more than anything in the world?”
“Eeehh.”
*deadpan*“Because you knew I wouldn’t be able to survive without you so you took pity on me?”
“Aaaah, yes, that was it!”
“Why you-”

And then he tickles her until she admits the first two were right. What makes it even more hilarious is she can’t escape, she’s stuck in the sweater4two.

~~~~~

This was all @ps118daily ‘s fault, she posted this and I couldn’t resist.

anonymous asked:

pre-dating harry and eggsy where eggsy is like "i cany tell him i love him yet he needs space" they went somewhere together dinner maybe AS CIVILIANS. so harry is wearing a suit but he colin-ed it (with two buttons off, that bastard) and EVERYONE has hit on harry in front of eggsy's eyes and eggsy doesnt know if harry was just trying to be polite or flirting back? anyways harry kissed eggsy that night and eggsy's brain shortcircuited

Aaaah, yes this is perfect.

Harry asking him to dinner and Eggsy says yes, obviously but he’s sure it’s just a dinner, like many others they’ve had.

So he meets with Harry and he’s a bit breathless when he sees him, hair not so severely styled, no tie, two (actually, they’re three) buttons left unbottoned.

Eggsy can’t stop staring at Harry’s neck all night. At first he doesn’t even notice the waiter flirting with Harry, distracted as he is. But then he realises and gets a bit angry but he tells himself it’s not a date, so what right has he to even get jealous.
And Harry is so polite and charming as always, with those big smiles of his, dimples all out. Eggsy is sure Harry is flirting back with the waiter. Why shouldn’t he? The guy is cute and Harry is free, he can do whatever he wants.

So maybe Eggsy gets a bit sullen, but he wants to enjoy this time he has with Harry, too so he tries to cheer up.

But Harry actually invites Eggsy over, to his house for a nightcap. And then he kisses him, and how could Eggsy be so blind? 

Of Superheroes and Their Sweeties

Also on AO3.
This is a direct sequel to Serene Serein (day 15), but it can be read on its own.  It is also the @miraculousfluffmonth  Aug 30 prompt, unmasked.


Marinette watched as Adrien visited with her parents in front of the television.  She was clearing the table from yet another family dinner, while they got things set up for a few more episodes of Ice Fantasy.  He looked so at home with her parents, so happy and unburdened.  It was completely different from the one dinner and one gala she’d attended with Adrien and his father.  In that environment he was reserved and cool.  He still moved smoothly, he was his father’s model and representative, after all, but here, he was free of all of that.  He could be himself.

They’d been dating long enough that she knew him pretty well now.  Could catch his mood, even when he was burying it under his model facade.  He’d never questioned or criticised her for her absences and tardiness during akuma attacks, and they were adding up.  Every time they were together, and every time something went wrong she felt more and more compelled to tell him about her extracurricular activities.  But Chat deserved to know first.  He was her best friend, her dear partner, and he needed to hear it from her before she told Adrien.


“Chat,” Ladybug called, catching his wrist before he could bound off.  They both had three minutes.  "Can you meet me at ten at the usual place.  There’s something I need to talk to you about.“

"You got it, milady,” he agreed, bowing over her hand.  "But now I have to get back and make sure my girlfriend is okay.  We were way too close to the start of this attack, and… you know she gets nervous about akumas.“

She smiled.  They’d both started dating around the same time, and it had fortunately not been awkward to talk about their sweeties together.  He had such useful insight on Adrien and his behavior, and it had been invaluable early on before she got better at reading him.  "Good luck with that.”  She went off to find Adrien.  They’d both ducked into the bathrooms of a cafe, and she wanted to get back before he realized she wasn’t there.  She wished she hadn’t told him she had anxiety.  He always got so worried about her.

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