also harry is still a pillow

in which y/n can’t get enough of harry… 

Y/N’s already in bed watching tv while Harry’s going through his nightly routine. It wasn’t anything extraordinary. Quite mundane, actually. He did the same spiel every other person does—the whole shower, brushing his teeth, and blowing out his hair thing because it’s that time of year that’s not very conducive to walking about with wet hair (even if he is in the house, also he doesn’t like getting his pillow wet). Again, nothing out of the ordinary. 

So, she’s not really sure why she’s so enraptured when then he comes out of the bathroom still slightly damp with his towel wrapped around his waist. She’d seen his naked body plenty times before but there’s just something in that moment about his defined abs and firm pectorals that are somehow still mildly soft to the touch. She knows because she’d felt him up the night before and then some. 

Still, she’s taken aback by the sight of his bare torso and suddenly the documentary she’d landed on, on National Geographic didn’t seem that interesting anymore. She’s pretty sure he knows she’s checking him out, but he continues on as if her eyes aren’t burning holes into the skin of his back that she now gets a proper view of as he’s turned towards his dresser slipping on some briefs. His back is just as delicious as his front. All broad and expansive and smooth and the next time she gets him in a compromising position she might just take a bite out of him.

Something about him is just making her feel all the feels and she’s about to create a compromising position sooner than she had anticipated until he begins to pull on a shirt and she shouts out “NO!” in a frenzied panic. He turns around mildly alarmed, but once he sees her chest heaving and blown out pupils his face drops into that stupidly smug smirk that she hates and loves at the same time. 

Still, he doesn’t drop the shirt, “’S chilly, love.”

“We can turn the thermostat up,” she bargains.

“Yeah, but then the upstairs will be boiling, and I have a bit of work to finish up in the morning. It takes too long to cool down. Don’t wanna roast, love. ’S not conducive to a creative work environment." 

Her brain struggles to come up with a plausible reason for him to put the dumb shirt back in the drawer. If she weren’t so flustered she’d know that he was just baiting her, but it’s good to let him have the upper hand everyone once in a while. It makes it easier to bend him to her will, and she really can’t imagine a scenario where this turns out bad for either of them so she goes along with it. "I’ll grab another blanket. Two if you want." 

He wages her proposition in his head before tossing the shirt aside. "I s'pose that’ll be alright,” he grins and crawls into bed. In turn, she crawls right over to him and got him in that compromising position she’d been drooling over ever since he set foot in their bedroom.

Hogwarts Stucky AU

i have a whole avengers at hogwarts universe in my head so pls, imagine these, also pls pretend timelines don’t exist ok:

  • Steve and Bucky being best friends before they go to Hogwarts, spending the night before they go having a sleepover and Steve is like “Hey, Buck?” and Bucky is basically asleep so he just mumbles into the pillow and Steve is like “We’re still gonna be friends right? Even if we’re not in the same house?” and Bucky raises his head slightly so he can look Steve in the eye and he’s all “Are you kidding Rogers? Just you try to get rid of me.
  • Bucky getting sorted into Ravenclaw and Steve cheering louder than anyone, and then when Steve puts the sorting hat on and it tells him Slytherin, he searches out Bucky’s face, worried he’ll see disappointment, but all he see’s is Bucky beaming at him from across the hall
  • it being a 50-50 chance whether Steve and Bucky are actually sat at the table for the house they are in but it taking approximately 3 days for people to realise that wherever one of them is, the other is sat next to him
  • Scorpius and Steve being sat next to each other and worried about how their best friends are going to react to the whole Slytherin thing, but then Albus and Bucky come over and take one look at the two of them and in sync just sigh and are like “stop worrying idiot” and that’s all it takes for the 4 of them to become inseparable
  • Tony and T’Challa meeting in an arithmancy class during 1st year bc they were breezing through all the regular first year classes they got put in advanced lessons, and they were basically joint at the hip after that
  • Bruce and Neville meeting in the infirmary after they both fell during Quidditch after crashing into each other
  • Peggy and Sam meeting on the first day after they both get sorted into gryffindor and Peggy finding Sam’s excitement over everything entirely endearing and loves it when Sam uses the Avifors charm to turn things into birds
  • Steve and Bucky having to be separated whenever Ravenclaw and Slytherin have classes together 
  • “Mr Barnes, please stop using the aguamenti charm on Steven”
  • “Steve, given that young James here was already laughing, was it really appropriate timing to use rictusempra on him?”
  • “Bucky, I don’t care how much you think that Steve is the ‘personification of spring’, whilst i am trying to teach you how to brew a Beffudlement Draught is not the time to be conjuring flowers to put in his hair”
  • Bucky taking Steve up to the astronomy tower the first time he wants to tell him he loves him and he get’s too nervous to actually say it, so he just stands behind him and whispers “watch” in Steve’s ear, and brightens the stars to spell it out in the sky
  • Bucky being head boy and Peggy being head girl 
  • Steve being a little shit and intentionally breaking rules just to see what Bucky will do about it, and the answer is always that he’ll do nothing about it except complain that Steve is an asshole that wants to get Bucky into trouble whilst Steve laughs into the kiss
  • Peggy and Natasha teasing Bucky every time he stumbles into meetings slightly late, trying and failing, to adjust his robe to cover the numerous hickey’s adorning his neck
  • Steve constantly getting into fights with Snape, bc he doesn’t give a fuck who you are, he doesn’t like bullies, and Snape begrudgingly taking away 10,20, 50 points from Slytherin every time Steve calls him on his shit
  • Steve and Luna laying in the sun in the spring, practising charms, whilst Bucky and Neville are engaged in a serious game of Wizard Chess
  • it becoming a regular thing for Peggy to lose Bucky and then find him and Steve asleep, curled around each other in the astronomy tower
  • Clint and Natasha being best friends with Fred and George and the teachers have given up even trying to stop their pranking, and are just doing their best to minimise the damage 
  • Bucky falling during a quidditch match and losing his arm but Tony and T'Challa are actual miracle workers and build him a new one and Steve engraves it with a protection rune

anonymous asked:

So whenever I'm sad or stressed I just remember that the only time I've ever seen one Mr. Liam Payne have real sexual chemistry with any woman is when he was following around/flirting with/talking about and openly ogling one Mr. Zayn "Sexy Secretary Veronica" Malik and then I feel happy and at peace with the bullshit

I still don’t even understand what we did to deserve getting to see this play out?

Or why Liam felt the need to tell everyone about nakee Zayn with pillow-y boobs akimbo and his penis flapping about and making animal shapes in the shadows of the wall? But I’m just so grateful?

Limothy was defo super into “Veronica “Sexy Secretary” Malik 

LOOK how Harreh knows. OH, HARREH KNOWS. 

Harry also seemed to be super into Veronica Malik

To be fair though, who wouldn’t be? It’s almost unfair that beautiful man Zayn

 is also beautiful woman Zayn,

whereas I spend 47% of my taxable income at Sephora to look like I shouldn’t be chained in a windowless shed to not cause my neighbors distress. #my struggle

Day 7: Long Road to Love Leads Back to You - by Anonymous

They shifted and settled, the pillows and blankets more or less back in place. Harry let Louis pull the duvet up over them; he was suddenly getting cold, with all of his love spent, but the memory of all they’d done still thrummed a tingle through his nipples and up his neck.

“Where did we just go?” Louis’ voice had a grain of amusement in it, but also tenderness, and not a little awe.

Harry snuggled in, letting his limbs rest loose and heavy on the mattress. Louis looked so beautiful, hair still damp and skin glowing. He felt like they were all alone in the world, tucked in a pocket of magic. “Dunno.” He smiled. “You started it.”

“Yeah, but you … you went there. And I …” Louis’ voice sounded far away already, and it trailed off without finishing. Harry’s eyelids were so heavy he just let them fall, and the words his fuzzy brain thought were everywhere and anyway and thank you. He could still see Louis’ face behind the black of his closed eyes. He was always there, for years, every single time. When it was all said and done, it would always, always be Louis.

Harry thought fleetingly about saying ‘that was pretty mad, huh?’ and ‘never thought those things;’ what he meant was ‘thank you for coming with me’ and ‘let’s always go together, no matter where.’ What he actually said was a quiet, misty “love you.”

He waited for it, fighting sleep, but still reaching out one last time to find Louis’ hand to hold. Louis was searching for him too, and they found each other, Louis’ hands warm and his grip strong.

“I love you too.”


I was so honored to be asked to collaborate on this wonderful chapter. I think this might be one of my favorite drawings I’ve made yet. The author and I kept referring to this as “Afterglow Harry” and it definitely gives me all sorts of feels. Read the chapter. It’s really something special

tangled up in you 

by missandrogyny (45k)

Published : 2017-02-20

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn’t want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

Explicit

Settle in in my slow-burning heart
Five years after the war Draco is working a tech developer job in the Auror Office, and it’s all great except this one thing: Harry Potter works there, too. Things only become stranger when Harry starts bringing Draco ugly souvenirs back from his work travels. When Harry then shows up injured in Draco’s flat, Draco considers the possibility that he’s going insane.

Slammed
Potter develops a worrying habit of randomly wall-slamming Draco all over the castle.

Don’t Blame Me (It Was All a Blur Last Night)
“Stop moving, Potter,” Malfoy mumbled from where his head was buried under a pillow. “You’re disturbing my hangover. Also, why are you still here?”
“This is my hotel room,” Harry told him.

Crutch
Harry has too much to do, and Draco, too little. The solution? Hire him, of course. Who knew Draco Malfoy would be such a perfect personal assistant?

Ferocious Determination, Insufficient Deliberation, and a Slightly Wrong Destination
All Draco wants is sleep, but his bed won’t stop talking. More importantly, it refuses to stop looking like Harry Potter.

Edible Smudges and Insufferable Potters (and Insufferable Smudges and Edible Potters)
All Draco wants to do is study. That’s what libraries are for. Study History of Magic, that is. Not Potter.

The Rewards of Bravery
During an Auror mission gone wrong, Harry finds himself with an unexpected new power: he can tell when people are lying. It’s incredibly annoying, except for when Draco’s around…

Storm in a Teacup
For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well.

Marginal Notes
When you’re 18, and nothing is as it was meant to be, sometimes it can be hard to let the right people know what you are thinking.

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You)
Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.

Hey, Potter
Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain
It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

The Standard You Walk Past
On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.
That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.

You Already Know What’s Next
It’s about Truth or Dare, except it’s not really about Truth or Dare at all. Or: there is alcohol and a bunch of twenty-somethings play embarrassing party games.

It Was We Who Were The Cliché (But We Carried On Anyway)
When the reconciled Black sisters go on holiday together, Andromeda entrusts Draco, rather than Harry, with five year old Teddy Lupin for three weeks. Harry is convinced she made the wrong choice, and he decides the way to fix this is simply to keep turning up at the manor and refusing to leave Draco alone.

An Issue of Consequence
Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he’s Draco’s boyfriend.

Salt on the Western Wind
When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected.

hello goodbye (‘twas nice to know you)
Draco Malfoy thinks he might know whose thoughts are scrawling themselves on his skin, but that’s crazy. Impossible, even. It has to be a mistake.

Five Times Draco Went to Potions
Five times Draco goes to Potions and One time he does not. Features Draco/Harry, a very observant Hermione, and Draco’s plans to take over the known world, starting with Hogwarts.

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels
Draco Malfoy is a brilliant freelance cursebreaker and the only one who can help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with a very dangerous case, but more importantly, he’s wearing six-inch heels, and Harry cannot handle it, he really just can’t.

Defining Dickhead
cockblock (vulgar, slang)
verb: to impede the romantic or sexual advances of a person (usually a man) towards another
cockblockhead (vulgar, slang)
noun: a person (usually a man) who unintentionally cockblocks themselves
see also entries for: self-sabotage, absolute idiocy, Harry James Potter

Special Magic
Harry was seriously considering the fact that his partner might be completely insane.

Hi! Welcome to the July edition of the Top Fics. In July there were some pretty darn good fics. Riding off of June and Dolce_Piccante’s wild ride Escapade, Fake/pretend relationships is still trending. Thar be a good mix: another Bartender fic, a dash of smut and  *Aliens*  below.

More fics Here

1. Always Come Back To You  by  Whoknows    

Harry bats the pillow out of the air without even blinking. “Be reasonable, Lou,” he says in his most reasonable voice.

Louis is perfectly reasonable, thank you very much, and he’s also frustrated and upset and tired and he really wants to punch something. Maybe he should have held on to that pillow a little longer.

“You’re not gonna fucking do it,” he snaps. “That’s the last thing I need.”

Fake/Pretend

2.  Spice up Your Life   by  Bottomlinsons

After a conversation with his Uni friends, Harry worries that his relationship with Louis has lost it’s spark.

(aka: an incredibly silly modern day love story ft. awkward boners, grumpy neighbours and Cosmopolitan sex tips.)

3.  Bring Out Feeling In Me I Never Show  by  Tomorrows

Louis accidentally hires a felon to be his fake boyfriend for Thanksgiving.

4.  Glow  by  Dolce_Piccante

Alien AU, with a hint of Royal AU. A summer barbecue at the Tomlinson’s is interrupted by a naked visitor from a peaceful planet far, far away. Can an alien and a human survive a summer together for the sake of the human race?

5.  Walk My Days On a Wire   by  Sunshiner

When actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

6. Help! (I Need Somebody)  by  Minimangafan

The wet kissing noises are getting louder, the feet shuffling closer to the bed and – oh God, that was a moan. That was a sex moan that was deep enough to be Harry’s and no, Liam cannot be here for this, he will not listen to his friends having sex.

Or, Liam’s prank backfires spectacularly.

7.  Power Inside  by  Whoknows

Can eyebrows get permanently attached to a hairline? Harry has a feeling he’s going to find out. “You do realize - ” he starts.

“Yes, Harry, I realize,” Louis says, stroking his fingers over the inside of his own thigh, ruking his shorts up. “You gonna shut up about it and give me a baby or am I gonna have to go out and find someone else to fulfill my deepest desires?”

8. Spark New Flame  by  Mentalistecbm

Louis is nineteen, Harry is twenty-one, and it’s not all that hard to figure out what happens when they both go clubbing.

9.  Your Silhouette Over Me  by  Chipir

The one where Louis went out one night after work, wanting to get laid, and then ended up meeting a bartender named Harry Styles.

10.  Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame)  by  Theboyfriendstagram

A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can’t have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.

I’ll be heading down to Florida on the 29th of this month for GeekyCon (formerly LeakyCon)! I’ll have pins/buttons, t-shirts, con-exclusive Harry Potter stuff, pillows, leggings, stickers, prints, tote bags, and more! (if you want an exact price on something please ask me!)

I’ll be at Artist’s Alley booth #AA10 in the Marketplace!

here’s my (tentative) cosplay list so you can find me at the con!

  • thursday: (NBC) Hannibal Lecter
  • friday: casual daredevil
  • saturday: matt murdock
  • sunday: casual bill cypher (look for the yellow jacket)

Some new designs available in the shop!

You can purchase them as simple prints, or as phone cases, mugs, pillows, bags, shirts, hoodies etc.

Orphan Black “Chill Out” | Harry Potter “When Harry & Ron aren’t here” | Peggy Carter is worthy | Love Wins | The Window | Steven Universe


Some old designs are still here and waiting for you!

“I’m Fucking Gay” | Fuck You Dance | Silently Judging you


If you want me to add any new designs, tell me what illustrations you have in mind and I will add them! You can also browse my art and see if something interests you. (I will not add Carmilla illustrations to this shop)

Love ♥

Maryne.

She's Kinda Hot

He thinks I bitch at him, but also thinks I’m kinda hot? This is what he means by that. Luke is sound asleep, his hair messy, curls spread along the pillow as his mouth slightly hangs open.

“Babe,” I whisper. “Luke, baby you need to get up for work.” I say as I slowly remove the covers from his bare chest. He groans, still laying there with his sleepy eyes shut.

“It’s too early…” His morning voice was raspy. Sexy.

“I know, love,” I say in his ear, pressing kisses to his neck. “But you need to get up.” I mumbled against his neck.

“Baaaabe,” Luke pouted. I continued to tease him awake. Before leaving the bed, his hands grasp my hips, pulling me back onto him. “More…” Luke’s baby blues flutter opened and plastered a smirk onto his face. I smiled and leaned down. My lips met his. I trailed my kisses down his neck, slightly sucking. Luke’s mouth parted as I continued to do so. Leaving my lips his soft, pale skin, he flips me over onto my back and kisses me roughly. His breathing became heavy.

“Luke,” I groaned against his lips. His hands travelled up my shirt, attempting to undo my bra. “Luke, you need to go to work!” He stopped and sighed. I didn’t want him to, but that’s the way it has to be and I know he hated me for it.

“You’re a hot, teasing bitch and I love you.“ He huffed. "I love you too, you idiot. Now go get ready!” I chuckle.

I see a lot of people saying they’re upset because of how intimate the Hendall pics look, and well, I gotta say that they really don’t seen that way to me. I’ve pretty much been in the exact same position with my male friend (who is also English and gay haha) minus the kissing. As for the kiss itself, it’s literally obscured by pillows? It can hardly be referred to as making out when you can’t even see if the kiss is more than a peck.

Is it surprising to see Harry cooperating in a het stunt? Yeah, sure. But to me that just makes it more clear that something positive has changed behind the scenes, otherwise he’d still be resisting imo.

So yeah, *shrugs*, it’s really not a big deal for me. I would take this kiss over Harry looked absolutely miserable kissing Taylor any day.

Preference #17: Pillows

Harry: “Just go sleep on the couch, Harry,” you sigh exasperatedly, the long night of fighting finally getting to you. You took his pillow off the bed and an extra blanket, shoving it in his hands and shutting the bedroom door in his face. You couldn’t even remember what you were really fighting about but you knew you were exhausted and jut wanted to sleep. Halfway through the night, you still couldn’t fall asleep. You finally ended up giving in to yourself and you went down stairs to see Harry. He was also wide awake, watching tv and trying to get comfortable on the couch. “I’m sorry,” you confess, getting his attention. “I’m sorry, too. I can’t sleep without you here,” Harry explains, “so come here.” You laid next to Harry on the lumpy couch, only one pillow between the two of you, but you were happy like this: your one love, and one pillow.

Louis:“Petal, why did you get so many pillows?” Louis asks, looking at your shared bed after coming home from tour, “Almost no room for the two of us.” “Be nice, there’s room for us. But you know how much I love pillows, and then you left and I felt like the bed was empty so I just got a lot of pillows,” you explained, attaching yourself to him by wrapping your arms around his waist. “Well now I’m here, so we’re getting rid of some of these, petal. Plus I don’t think you want a bunch of pillows getting in the way when I show you how much I love and missed you.“

Liam: “Sweetheart, I’m home,” Liam announces, stepping over the threshold of the front door. Usually when Liam comes home, you’re bounding down the stair before he even has a chance to take off his shoes, but today there’s no sign of you coming to see him. “Sweetheart, where are you?” Liam calls out again, hanging up his jacket and going up the stairs. Once Liam opens the door to your shared bedroom, he figures out exactly where you are. Snuggled up against Liam’s big pillow, was a sleeping you. Liam replaced the big pillow, with himself. Now he was your pillow.

Zayn: “Babygirl, move over, you’re using up my whole pillow now,” a sleepy Zayn grumbles only to be met with silence. He blearily opens his eyes to see you sound asleep, using his pillow as your own. After seeing you sleeping so nicely, looking so innocent and pretty, Zayn didn’t have the heart to tell you to move off his pillow. He had started combing through your hair with his fingers when you opened your eyes just a crack. “Zayn, why’re you ‘wake?” you him. “Well someone decided to be a pillow their tonight, so I don’t have anything to sleep on,” Zayn teases, “but you’re really pretty, so I let you keep it.”

Niall: “Niall why’d you hit me with that!?” you loudly whine after Niall hits you with a pillow. “Dunno, I just wanna have a pillow fight,” Niall explains, his pillow never leaving his clenched hands. “You want to have a pillow fight?” you confirm, slowly picking up your own pillow. Just as Niall was about to say something else, you hit him with your own pillow on the side of head. Now just a giggling mess of pillows, the two of you “fought” each other. Niall ended the pillow fight by gently pulling you down to lay next to him on the bed, “Alright, time to actually use to pillows for what they’re meant for… And I just really wanna cuddle with you princess.”

dude Niall’s sucks and Harry’s barely has anything to do with pillows. And I just wanna say a quick thank you for helping me reach 150 followers, I know it’s not a lot but it just means a lot cause I’m started to get closer to my old following before deleting so it’s just kinda cool. Anyway thanks for reading and please request.