i mean...there are nips

non-serious review of pinups


nice chest view, dynamic composition, shows brian’s personality really well, HOW DO YOU DRAW BODY HAIR SO NICE?  like omg i cant stop staring at the che- i mean fish, love the lighting,


playful and full of energy, nice nip peek, compositionally interesting as well but not as dynamic as brian’s but overall still very appealing to look at, please assume that i love all the colour schemes of all the pinups because if not i’ll be repeating myself over and over


damien in a pinup pose, very romantic, i love Damien’s expression, the ‘come hither’ look though it makes me think of the dreamworks face, also i love his black nail polish, his also shows the least skin but it’s still very classy


also in a classic pinup pose like for damien but holy shit look at of all that cheese, also there’s some chest there that too and a little hint of underwear



ehem, anyway

also in a classic pinup pose but he’s on a beach drawing a heart, very cute, colours are spot on as usual. artistically a very pleasing piece and also the one that shows the most skin


def the sexiest of the bunch no doubt with his expression and amount of skin shown leaves just enough for the imagination, also i LOVE the angle like holy shit him just looking down like he’s looking straight at you from the top of the stage like holy shit


straight up cute with a hint of skin but more a little diegetic because the sunglasses are pulling down his shirt…. ehem but anyway, but it def shows off his personality with the dog and the whiskey and the whittling

overall, brian is the most dynamic, mat is sexiest, joseph’s pissed me off the most (unrelated to the actual art itself), craig’s is the cutest (but that’s cuz he’s my bias and everyone is cute) and hugo is best pinup because cheese


Theo Raeken x Werewolf!Reader

Warnings: Sexual content, masturbation.
Word count: 809

Tags:  @17jenny​, @peacefullytatted01

A/N: Well well well, sometimes I’m having my own ideas, for imagines. SHOCKER!

“Have anyone seen Y/N today?” your English teacher looked out among her other students and frowned when she didn’t see you in your regular seat, diagonally in front of Theo. “I thought I saw her this morning.” she added.

“She’s taking care of herself.” Theo smirked for himself when the teacher gave him a glance. “Excuse me?” she looked confusingly down at Theo, who was still smirking, but raised his eyebrows before answering and coughed to hide a scoff.

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Across the Universe - Book Teaser #1

Laughing seemed to come easy whenever Jimin was around Yoongi; the two of them frequenting their secret spot in the forest every day since their first meeting. They’d stay up talking deep into the night, sometimes not separating until the sun’s rays peeked through the dense leaves.

“What’s your favorite color?” Yoongi asked one evening, sprawled out on a blanket Jimin had brought the day before.

“Hmm…“ Jimin hummed, mulling the question over from his spot next to Yoongi. "I like a lot of colors but right now…I think I like yellow the most.”


Jimin stretched his arms up away from the ground, fingers grasping at the passing clouds in the star speckled sky. “Maybe it has something to do with the little bit of sun we get during the winter. Lately when I see the color yellow it makes me really happy.” His arms fell back to his sides, fingers brushing against Yoongi’s in the process and instinctively curling to hook themselves around his hand.

Yoongi shifted slightly and Jimin immediately retracted, not-so-smoothly shoving both hands into his jacket pockets as Yoongi’s gaze dropped down from the sky and settled onto his face.

“You have a bad habit of doing that, you know,” Jimin mumbled after seconds of silence. He didn’t avert his gaze as he spoke, still focusing on the the trees, pinching at the lining of his jacket.  "You’re always staring.”

Yoongi turned onto his side towards Jimin and propped up his head using the palm of his hand. “I like yellow too.”

Jimin peered over at him–lips curved upward and eyes brimming with warmth–before immediately returning his attention upward. “Ye-yeah, well it’s a nice–”

“Your aura,” Yoongi interrupted, “it’s yellow.”

“My what?”

Yoongi sat up and crawled over to Jimin who was still lying on his back. “Your aura,” he began, hovering over Jimin and tracing the outline of his body, “is the energy you give off. Every living thing gives off energy and that energy has a color.”

“Every living thing?”

Yoongi nodded.

“Animals and plants?”

Yoongi nodded again.

Jimin pointed at the nearest tree, his eyes narrowed. “That? That tree has a color?”

This time, Yoongi sighed. “Yeah.”

“And me?” Jimin poked his chest. “I have a color too?”

“You have colors.”


“Like a flame. It’s really pretty…” Yoongi reached out to caress the imaginary light and even though he was nowhere near close to touching him, Jimin held his breath in anticipation.

“Does…everyone have more than one?”

Yoongi shook his head. “It’s rare.”

“Is it a…a bad thing?”

“Having more than one? No.”

“Ah…” Jimin nodded, taking it all in. “Are my colors…good colors?”

“Nothing fits neatly into those categories of ‘good’ and 'bad’. It’s all subjective, isn’t it?”

Jimin punched Yoongi lightly in the arm. “Just answer the–”

“Yellow…” Yoongi leaned in close, catching Jimin off guard. “…happiness.” His hand brushed against the top of Jimin’s head and followed the curves of his body. “Pink…tenderness, gentleness, and love.”

“So basically…I’m perfect.” Jimin smirked, his breathing unsteady and shallow.

"Don’t flatter yourself, brat.” Yoongi tucked a lock of Jimin’s hair behind his ear. “I think we both know you’re far from perfect.”

Of course Jimin knew he wasn’t perfect. He wasn’t always eye-smiles and sunshine, giggles and toothy grins. Most times he was self-critical; holding himself to standards that weren’t realistic, measuring his self-worth in the approval of others. He was constantly performing, whether he was on stage or not, showcasing traits he believed would garner attention and praise.

And somehow this stranger–this Min Yoongi–had the ability to see through his well constructed facade after only knowing him for a few days. With the simplest of words, he managed to stir something inside of Jimin that both terrified and excited him.

Somewhere in between reconciling those two emotions, Jimin blurted out, “I think I like you.”

Yoongi’s fingers paused in the air, head tilted as he withdrew his hand. “You think you like me?”

“I can’t…can’t explain it and it's–I’m usually not like–”

Yoongi pressed a finger against Jimin’s mouth. “Stop overthinking. You’ll ruin it.”

“Ru–ruin? Ruin what?”

“The moment,” he whispered, bending forward and resting his forehead against Jimin’s.

“Ah…” Jimin clung to the blanket beneath them, eyes screwing shut and lips pursed.

He waited for what seemed like hours, growing impatient after nothing but warm puffs of air from their breathing. Jimin opened one eye hesitantly, then the other, before realizing that Yoongi was no longer leaning against him, his face even further away than it was before.

“Aren’t you…aren’t you going to kiss me?”

Yoongi tapped Jimin’s bottom lip. “Kiss?”

“Yeah, well…you said–I mean, I thought–” Jimin could feel pinpricks of embarrassment nipping at his cheeks and ears.

“But you’re a prince. Shouldn’t I court you properly first?”

Jimin gaped at him, blinking profusely before they both broke into a fit of giggles, doubling over and falling on top of each other in the process.

“Come on, little prince.” Yoongi grinned, helping a flustered Jimin stand and straighten his clothes after they’d managed to detangle themselves. “Let me buy you some dinner.”

✨  across the universe is a yoonmin fanbook by @possesen​ and @jiminthefairyprince​  due for release this summer! ✨ 

anonymous asked:

I read your hannigram fic with each chapter being a new soulmate prompt- and I thought I'd propose the "You have a tattoo of how old you both are when you meet" one?? I mean, probs not as angsty as some other options but still some good possibilities!!

The morning Will turns 38 he pulls the covers over his head and screams.

He is not ready for this. He does not want this, did not sign up for it, he was not asked if he was okay with being cosmically tied to someone he’s never met.

He can hide in bed for a year, right?

He calls in sick to work and spends the day rubbing the glowing 3846 on the inside of his arm, hoping if he concentrates hard enough he can make it go away.


He meets Hannibal Lecter when he is 38 years and seven months old.

He knows right away, from the itch under his sleeve. Hannibal looks the right age, though there’s no chance to glimpse his mark underneath the bespoke suit layers. He asks anyway.

“How old are you Doctor Lecter?”

Hannibal smiles coolly. “45.”


Will tries not to be disappointed. He didn’t want this anyway. And a psychiatrist for a soulmate would probably be unbearable.

It’s just, he’s handsome - but more than that, he’s interesting. Erudite but a little strange. They might have been suited for each other, in another life.

Also his cheekbones could cut glass and Will wants to lick them.

When’s your birthday? Will wants to ask. Is it in the next five months? Can you handle a man with a broken brain? Have you ever sucked a dick before?

A darker, deeper voice inside him wants to ask Can I suck yours?

“You want to know when my birthday is,” Hannibal observes.

Will really hopes Hannibal didn’t intuit any of his other questions.

“No,” Will says too quickly. “Why would I want to know that?”

“Because your arm is burning. You’re rubbing at the skin where your mark should be. I assume there is a 46 next to your 38?”

Will freezes.

“How do you know I’m 38?”

Hannibal doesn’t answer. Instead he crowds in on Will, walking him backwards until his back bumps against the ladder in his office.

“My birthday is next week,” Hannibal purrs.

He cups Will’s shoulder in one hand and his hip in the other.

“I assume I’ll feel a similar itch then.”

His lips are so, so close. Will shudders and his head flops back, thumping softly against the ladder.

“How do you know?” Will breathes.

Hannibal leans in close and honest-to-God smells Will. Loud and extravagant. He makes a pleased, rumbling sound like a big cat.

“I know,” Hannibal whispers in his ear. His breath is hot and sends shivers ghosting from Will’s spine to his fingertips. Hannibal begins kneading his hip with his left hand, and the hand cupping his shoulder slides up to caress his face, long fingers sinking into Will’s disheveled curls.

“What are you d–”

His words are swallowed by Hannibal’s greedy mouth, who licks and paws at him with almost violent need. It’s an extraordinary first kiss, far from polite and just on the right side of filthy. Hannibal widens his stance and Will squeezes the meat of his ass with a growl.

When did he grab Hannibal’s ass? Never mind, he doesn’t care. At some point his shirt became half-buttoned and Hannibal is now biting his nipple, nothing matters except the heated press of their bodies and the rocketing of his heart.

Then Hannibal tears his mouth away and steps back. Will whimpers and reaches for him but Hannibal keeps his distance.

“I have always loathed the concept of soulmates.” Hannibal’s voice is low and gruff. “The very idea of being tied to someone at the moment of my birth - a person whose identity I have no control over - it has always sickened me.”

Will licks his lips and sucks in a breath.

“I was determined to never meet my soulmate, and if I could not prevent that, I would reject them.”

Will’s stomach drops. Fuck.

“And then I met you.” Hannibal rubs the pad of his fingertips over his swollen mouth. “From the instant you walked in here, I wanted.”

A shaky smile dances over Will’s face. Hannibal mirrors it.

“I know the feeling,” Will says.

“Well.” Hannibal steps back into his space, hands at Will’s waist as he pulls him close to his chest. Beneath the cotton of his shirt, Will’s mark burns like fire. He’s starting to feel dizzy.

“Let us show Fate what she has done in bringing us together.”

Will’s eyes drift closed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean.” Hannibal leans in and nips at his ear. “That together.” He kisses Will’s throat, holds his mouth open over Will’s pulse.

“We can be monsters.”

😏Just Friends [Part 1] (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Imagine being best friends with Ethan but hooking up with his brother Grayson. What’s worse? Keeping it from him. You’re 22 while Gray is 18. You guys randomly met while you were hanging out with Ethan and well, things happened. But neither one of you wanted to be in a relationship, so instead you guys decided to just be friends…with benefits.

Warnings: Mild teasing/Fingering [Gifs are not mine]

A/N: I am happy to announce I am working on a new mini series with my babe @cassmoreiraxo aka @4odolans so sit back, relax, and enjoy FWB Grayson

Originally posted by sensualkisses

“It’s always so cold here.” I complained chuckling. Ethan was laughing too. We were baking a cake for a Youtube video on cooking with your best friend and I was basically freezing my nips off.

“I mean I’m hot so if you’re cold just hold me.” He smirked while laughing again. He was mixing some batter for the cake.

“Ethan!” I screamed at my best friend who had just splattered cake batter on me. “What

the hell was that for?” I snapped rolling my eyes. Ethan was just doing his loud laugh when I noticed the batter wasn’t coming off.

“Come on Y/N it was for a prank. If it’s that big of a deal you can go put on one of my shirts or something.” Ethan pointed to his room. I groaned in frustration, but I hated having cake batter on me. It was sticky and started to drip some. I rolled my eyes as I ran off to his room as ruffled through his closet. The only problem with Ethan was he was smaller than me chest wise. I was short and curvy and my bra size was a DD. I had rather large boobs that would not fit in his shirts. I shuffled through until I found one of his football jerseys from forever ago. I took my cake battered shirt off and grabbed the blue jersey until I heard the door open.

“Ah Ethan I’m naked!” I screamed holding the jersey in front of my exposed body. I turned and noticed it was not Ethan standing there gawking at me with his jaw wide open, but it was his twin brother Grayson. “Grayson!” I screamed as I tried to hide my body more. I’ve only hung out with him a few times, but damn he was so attractive. I know Ethan and him look alike, but something about Grayson just drew me in. “What are you doing in here?” I asked, but he just looked at me.

“Is that my football jersey?” He asked with a chuckle.

“What? No it’s Ethan’s. He got cake batter on my clothes so I came in his room to change. Why are you in here?” I asked as I slipped the jersey on. He started laughing.

“Well first of all Y/N, this is my room. And that makes that my jersey.” He said with a smirk. I looked around and noticed that there was no Nicki Minaj poster hanging up. I was in the wrong room.

“Oh my God Gray I’m so sorry.” I stuttered completely embarrassed, but he just chuckled.

“Keep it. It looks good on you.” He said biting his bottom lip with a laugh. I could feel my cheeks start heating up. I was wearing my black yoga shorts with Gray’s giant jersey on me.

Originally posted by thedolangifs

“Y/N!” Ethan shouted as he ran into Grayson’s room. “My room is on the other side. Sorry about that Gray. Y/N just doesn’t know how to listen sometimes.” Ethan laughed.

“Nah it’s cool. See ya around Y/N.” Grayson said as he pulled his shirt off revealing his toned body which caught my attention.

“Gray if you could try and stay clothed until we left, that would be nice.” Ethan laughed as Grayson just shrugged.

“I mean it’s only fair. I saw Y/N shirtless so I figured I would return the favor.” Gray says with a cheeky smile.

“What?!” Ethan snapped which caused us to laugh. As we were walking out of the room I felt a firm grasp on my butt which when I turned around I noticed a smirking Grayson. He bit his bottom lip as he raised an eyebrow at me. “Y/N!” Ethan snapped.

“W-what?” I asked a little caught off guard. Grayson snickered.

“I said pick a movie.” Ethan handed me the controller to the PlayStation for me to pick a movie on Netflix. I picked Something Borrowed as I sat back against the couch. “Do you guys want anything?” Ethan asked Grayson and I. I shook my head.

“Bro it’s a little cold. Can you grab me a blanket?” Ethan nodded at Grayson’s request as he left the room. I looked at Grayson as the movie began. Neither one of us said anything until Ethan came back with a blanket. He chucked the blanket at our direction as Grayson started laughing. He spread the blanket out over his legs while eyeing me. I could tell by his nodding he was offering me some of the blanket. I wrapped up my legs a bit as Ethan plopped on the floor with a bowl of popcorn. I took a handful of popcorn in my mouth as Ethan and I both started laughing. I leaned back against the couch as I pulled the blanket more on my legs. I pulled out my phone as I was scrolling through Instagram.

About thirty minutes into the movie I was starting to feel a little tired. I leaned back against the couch as I let out a yawn, only to feel a hand on my knee. I looked over to where Grayson was sitting. He had a straight face for the most part, but he had a smirk slightly appearing on his face as his hand slowly slipped up my thigh. I swallowed my breath as his hand went in between my thigh. His thumb rubbed circles on the outside of my shorts as I gave him a look of irritation and shock. I was irritated he was doing this right here and right now. Ethan was less than 5 feet from us and Grayson was really doing this. It was taking every bit of my attention off of the movie too. Ethan would flip if he knew what was happening. He always warned me about being with Grayson, but I was never worried until now.

“Come here.” Grayson’s arm had snaked around my hip as he pulled me closer to his lap. My back was facing him as I was slightly against him. His lips connected to my neck which made me hold back a moan. His lips were warm against my cold neck as I pulled the blanket over us more. My hand brushed against his crotch as a way of teasing him myself, which seemed to work. I earned a growl which made Ethan turn to look at us.

“You guys okay?” He asked which we both just nodded. He shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the movie. Grayson started kissing down my neck to my shoulders.

“You know how hot you look in my football jersey?” He whispered in my ear as his hot breath sent me spinning. I pushed myself up against him as I felt his hard dick poke me through his shorts. My mouth was left agape as I started to blush hard. I straddled Grayson as best as I could while I was still facing away from him. I spread my legs over his lap as I gripped on to his thighs for support. He slipped his hand inside of my shorts as he nibbled on my earlobe. His thumb applied pressure through my soaking panties. “I’m gonna take these off.” He says as he wiggled me out of my shorts and panties as he tossed them over behind the couch. His other hand sneaked up inside the jersey he squeezed one of my breast which made me bite my lip to hold back a moan. I pushed myself against him again earning another growl.

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“Two can play at this game.” I whispered to him while pressing my lips to the corner of his mouth. I giggled lightly until I felt Grayson slide a finger inside of me. I let out a moan which caused Ethan to turn his head towards us again. From Ethan’s point of view he could definitely see how close we were. I was basically on Grayson’s lap.

“Y/N?” Ethan asked, but Grayson didn’t stop fingering me there. He slipped in two fingers while I tried to maintain a conversation with my best friend. I honestly wanted Ethan to leave the room so Gray could fuck me so hard with my ass in the air while the room is filled with our moans.

“Y-yeah E?” I struggled to get out while Grayson’s fingers curled up towards my clit. I just wanted to ride Grayson right here and right now. He could unzip his jeans and I could ride against him, but he just kept fingering me.

“You okay? You keep making noises.” Ethan wasn’t dumb, but I wasn’t about to offer any information about his brother fingering me right here on the couch with him right here in front of us.

“Yeah just a cramp.” I lied through my teeth as Grayson’s fingers curled to find my G-Spot which made me bite my tongue hard as I bucked my hips back against Gray’s hard cock. Ethan turned back towards the movie which I knew he knew what was happening. I knew Grayson and I couldn’t date because Ethan would lose it. Grayson continued to finger me harder and faster. I could feel my core tightening as I attempted to thigh ride him too. I couldn’t get over what was happening, but it felt so good.

“Just a cramp? Baby I’m gonna make you so sore you won’t be able to walk. How do you plan to explain that to him?” Grayson’s hot whisper sent chills throughout my body as his lips connected to my collarbone again. I continued to ride against his thigh the best I could while he fingered me harder. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this. With my brother, your best friend, right here. We could get caught any moment, but you don’t care huh?” He cooed in my ear. “You just want me to make you cum. Right here and right now.” He vigorously rubbed my clit back and forth harshly as I bit my lip to hold back a moan. I could feel that knot tightening in my stomach as I could feel my toes begin to curl. “Cum on my fingers. I want to taste you.” He growled in my ear as he fingered and rubbed me harder. My body jolted as I felt myself begin to get extremely wet. I continued to ride Gray’s thigh until I felt satisfied with myself. Grayson slid his fingers out of me and pulled them out from under the covers. He slipped them inside of his mouth as he made a sucking sound only him and I could hear.

“I’m gonna call mom.” Ethan said as he stood to his feet and walked into the kitchen. No doubt in my mind he was going to tell her everything he heard.

“Hey tell her I said hey.” Grayson chimed as Ethan left the room without another word. “By the way, you taste so good baby.” He whispered as he pressed his lips to savor the moment. That’s when I knew I was fucked.

Originally posted by x-xroxyx-x

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Request~ Are you still taking requests? - Can you do one where the reader is making dinner and Anti keeps distracting them and the reader accidentally hurts themself cutting vegetables or something, and Anti feels really bad and fluff? THANKYOUYOUREANAMAZINGWRITERILOVEYOURBLOGSOMUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!HAVEAGREATDAY!!!!!!!!

I thought this one was a really cute idea. And somehow my fingers slipped and angst happened here and there XD But I liked how this turned out regardless. I hope this is what you were looking for anon, and thank you! <3

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anonymous asked:

Hello Nipuni, i don't know if you answered that already, but have you ever romanced someone else beside Solas? Your heart ached for someone besides him? The cute & smirky Cullen, the grumpy & polite Blackwall or/and the mass of muscle iron bull?

Hello! I must admit that I’ve replayed the game I think three times and in all of them I make the exact same choices only the mods change haha. I’ve seen all the romances tho! I watched both my partner and a friend play the entire game next to me and they romanced Josie and Sera respectively, then I watched the other romances online. 

My favourite one that isn’t Solas is Sera, it may be my elf bias talking but I really love Sera as a character, I just wish the game didn’t force me to be such an ass to her most of the time because I think she makes a lot of sense, shes smart and cute and well meaning and you learn so much more about her when you romance her, but it felt like the game just wanted me to be angry because she wasn’t eloquent enough or something. 

but I found all the romances very cute!! like a respite from war, still none of them hit me even remotely as hard as Solas romance did. Maybe because it was the first, but it was all questions and riddles, moral dilemas, a lot of lessons and problems, I just found it so so interesting!! 

There is this mythical quality to it, I was already in deep before the reveal but then the story suddenly changes the SCALE so dramatically, you fell in love with a god and he loves you back and everything is terrible and I felt like I was so much more, I was thrilled!! I didn’t see that coming and it was the best turn of events ever!! it made me want to solve all the puzzles find all the clues read all the things!! It also has a ton of my favourite tropes in it, you can draw a lot of parallels and it has endless art potential I’m just so invested it’s been years and I’m just as in love with them as I was before if not more!! I…didn’t mean to write this much I have a lot of feelings _(:’>」∠)_

I’m sorry, but why does no one ever TALK ABOUT THIS

Bracelet Girls on Yu-Salad Kisses
  • Zuzu: Yuya is a bit emotional when he kisses. He tends to kiss me whenever he needs comfort.
  • Lulu: *loving sigh* Yuto is an amazing kisser. He's so loving and gentle, especially with his caresses.
  • Rin: Yugo's kisses are unexpected. He kisses me at random moments. They're quick, but I know he means well.
  • Celina: I like it when Yuri nips my lower lip.
  • Zuzu, Lulu, and Rin: *look at Celina with shock*
  • Celina: What? He's gentle.
Burning Up Steve Rogers x Reader NSFW

Warnings: NSFW, sex, oral (female receiving)
My first imagine on here, so sorrynotsorry

Summary: Steve is sleeping, but that ache between your thighs won’t go away. To wake him up or not is the question.

Steve’s breathing was slow and steady in the bed next to you, the rise and fall of his naked chest was almost hypnotic. Your fingers danced along the edge of your shared blanket, tugging it off your partially clad form. The room felt hot to you, maybe it was the alcohol still coursing through your veins, which wouldn’t make sense as it had been hours ago or it could have been the desire that rose from the pits of your stomach. You tugged your boyfriend’s pajama shirt further down your legs as you climbed out of the bed and scurried onto the balcony; enjoying the chilly night air as it wrapped its frigid finger around you. You closed your eyes for a moment, believing that the chill would send the alcohol from your body and exhaustion to your head. A pair of familiar arms wrapped around your torso and a soft kiss, lingered on your neck.
“You left the bed,” Steve mumbled against your ear.
“Couldn’t sleep and it’s too hot in there.”
He chuckled softly. “Too hot? Babe, the air conditioner is on full blast. You sure it’s not just the alcohol?”
You shook your head in response, tilting your head further to the side, a gesture for him to proceed with the kissing he’d paused momentarily.
“Maybe you’re coming down with something, babe, although for me it would be up,” he suggested with a smirk. He turned you around so your chest was flushed against his. Finger slowly unbuttoning the shirt that separated your skin from his. His lips followed behind his hands, pressing a soft kiss to every newly uncovered piece of skin.
“I mean you are burning up, my love,” he whispered against your stomach, nipping lightly at the top of your panties. He moved further down, placing tender kisses along the inside of your thighs. Enjoying the look on your face, the way your eyelashes fluttered closed and the way your lip slid between your teeth as you struggled to hold in any sound that would let him know just how much you needed him. He carefully placed kisses along the lace border of your underwear, allowing his nose to gently rub against the area that craved him the most. A dazed moan slid from between your heavy lips and a smile of satisfaction crossed his own. His fingers hooked onto the front of your panties, sliding them down your legs; but first allowing his fingers to graze your heat. He tugged them off, flinging them into the room and attacking the now revealed skin with kisses. His tongue slipped between your folds, his hands moving underneath your shirt to grab your ass; pulling you closer towards him while he let his tongue do all the work. Your fingers ran shakily through his blond hair, grabbing hold and tugging his face closer, but that merely made him stop.
“Ah ah, doll. You’ve got to let me take care of you and trust that I know how.”
He stood up, pressing a kiss to your lips and squeezing your ass as an invitation for you to jump. Happily you complied, wrapping your legs around his torso as he carried you inside and placed you on the bed.
“No teasing tonight,” you whined at him, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist and hungrily reaching for his dick. You ran your hand along his shaft a few times, before attempting to line it up at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, just the tip so he could watch the way your body would tense, preparing for the stretch and then relax when it didn’t happen. That was when he’d start, sliding in all the way; quickly so he could hear the gasp that never failed to claw its way out of your mouth. His pace was fast enough to get you right up to the edge, but not enough to push you over. That’s where his mouth came in, wrapping around one of your nipples at a time, twirling the sensitive bud between his lips with his tongue and adding the last little push you needed to fly.
“Fuck,” you muttered, too focused on the feeling of his body pounding into you and his lips kissing along your breasts; to actually say anything more. Your walls tightened around him, sending him over the last ledge as well. He rode out his own orgasm, with sloppy thrusts and well placed kisses; too busy enjoying your moans to think about slowing down. He slowed down once you’d both finished and pulled out. Walking to the bathroom, leaving you panting on the bed while he dealt with the condom. He returned with a warm wash cloth, sliding it between you legs to clean away what was left. He placed soft kisses on your thighs, before returning to your lips.
“Sleep well, princess,” he murmured, finding himself now wide awake in the room with his sleeping girlfriend.

anonymous asked:

What do you love the most about Stoick and HIccup's relationship?

Would it be bad to say I love everything about their relationship?

My reason why is under the read more. And for good reason. There’s a lot of
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hcndsomejcck  asked:

*throws catnip on*

Thank you guest artist @cyber-phobia206

I wonder if he will end up flying if you sprinkle enough fairy dust er I mean cat nip on him.

If you want to see more of cyber-phobia206′s work, may I recommend checking out their blog? It is pretty dang quality! [HERE]