it was then too but look at the little curls!

When it comes to sportswear, Laurent is a little tease. He wears shorts just that little bit too high up his thigh and tight t-shirts. At least when he’s in a good and devious mood. When he’s feeling a little shitty he prefers his sweatpants and a slightly looser shirt. Damen likes him both ways of course: the hot tease and the moody and cuddly Laurent. He always wears his hair up, but strands always end up falling into his face, curling slightly from his sweaty temples. He refuses to wear a head band though; Damen looks silly enough in them and Laurent will certainly not be embarrassing himself like that.

things I love:
• calum
• calum’s harmonies in castaway
• the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles too big
• his creepy little boy chicken scratch handwriting that looks like it belongs in crime evidence
• his relationship with his sister like we get it you’re both sweethearts and I can’t take it
• calum hood
• baby curls when his hair gets long
• how he sticks out his tongue in pictures like he knows it makes me want to fight him
• A L I V E
• calum thomas hood

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“Have some fire.
Be unstoppable.
Be a force of nature.”

The Christmas Party - Lashton

Originally posted by thatfuckermichael

Forgive me lord for I have sinned


“Why do you always look so good?” Luke asked grabbing the hips of the girl in front of him, dark red skirt that was riding up her legs that were covered by her fishnet tights, green shirt covered by a white cardigan and a santa hat on top of her head. Her black thigh high boots were just the finishing touch that was driving Luke over the edge.

“Hello to you too, Luke,” she said laughing, turning with the freshly poured glass of wine in her hands. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” She took a quick sip of the drink, tongue running along her bottom lip collecting the excess that never made it in her mouth. Her eyes ran along the length of his body: hair still wet from his shower with little curls falling on his forehead, face groomed with a bit of stubble still remaining just the way she liked it, a beautiful red, silk, button down shirt that greatly contrasted his pale skin, and his black dress pants that matched his black boots. He leaned his head in, pressing a soft kiss right below her ear before biting down on her lobe.

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Ruddy curls damp with the heat, skin so delicate it looked like it would bruise if you breathed on it too hard. He looked like he’d fallen into the wrong story, a prince turned pauper. From then on, Jesper had been stuck somewhere between the desire to taunt the pampered little merchling into another blush and the urge to flirt him into a quiet corner just to see what might happen. But sometime during their hours at the Ice Court, that curiosity had changed. He’d felt the tug of something more, something that came to life in Wylan’s unexpected courage, in his wide-eyed, generous way of looking at the world. It made Jesper feel like a kite on a tether, lifted up and then plummeting down, and he liked it.

hnnng

THAT FUCKING VIDEO IM CRYING MY CHILDREN HOW SOFT AND PURE.

notes:

• DAN IN A PASTEL SWEATER AND DUNGAREES END ME.
• HOW PHIL IS INFATUATED WITH DAN’S LITTLE CURL IM-
• “strap me up” ASDFGHJKL.
• CAN WE TALK ABOUT DAN AND HIS LOWKEY *cough* bottom ass *cough* HIP THRUSTY THING WHILE PUTTING ON THE DUNGAREES AHH.
• “i feel like i want to just do soft things” ;)
• UM WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE WAY DAN LOOKED AT PHIL WHEN HE PULLED HIS TROUSERS DOWN LIKE ??
• “aw dan you look so soft” BECAUSE HE IS YOU SPORKTULA
• “wow look at that meaty bicep, phil”
• THE NECK TATTOO AND HOW CAREFUL PHIL IS UGH STOP.
• “penis, penis tattoo”
• two words, people. chest. touching.
• “curly dan is here to stay”
• “i’ve embraced the wavy hair”

okay that’s all im done

the shading is a bit odd but i can 100% appreciate the paw in the air. he’s goin places. he has things to do. the tail curl is like a cold milkshake on a warm summer day 9/10

simply incredible. astounding. beautiful. just perfect. the legs are a little stout though, and the expression seems vacant and soul-sucking. 8/10

the border is too thick, who told microsoft that this was a good idea? why do microsoft emoji’s Look like this? i appreciate what they tried to do with the tail curl but it’s not working for me. the only thing that saved this emoji is the cute little tongue poking out. you’re ugly microsoft dog, but in a beautiful way. 5/10

ah!!! someone different!! look at her, this two legged, tail pointing, floppy eared beautiful girl. she’s trying her best! she’s very shiny, perhaps she just had a bath?? she smells good!!! like chocolate and peanut butter! 7/10

now this boy… all 4 legs, and a beautiful tail curl… but he is shaded strangely. his expression… vacant. lost… where is he going? what does he see? his coat is very dull. stop feeding him beneful. 4/10

minimalist. this is banksy’s dog. 6/10

WHO TOOK HER LEGS?! 2/10

this tail curl?? the spot on her eye…. the pointed ears… the little paws… dare i say it… she’s near perfect? 9/10

where is he looking? perhaps at both of his beautiful floppy ears? the tongue is a beautiful addition, he is tasting the citrus in the air. 7/10

HO LY SHIT  !!!  H O YL SH IT1!!!!!! O H  MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O H MY GOD!!!?!?!?!?! 10/10

YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 149857456/10

demonic -0/10

anonymous asked:

Hi! What would sex with yixing be like? Thanks!

Sex with Yixing.

  • This man is a switch with dominant preference.
  • Sweet talk, lots of it. Lots of praising too.
  • “You’re so pretty looking like this.” “You’re doing so good, I love you”
  • Would love starting sex with a slow make out session.
  • He loves giving oral, mixed with his fingers. He probably loves it more than any other foreplay.
  • Like, his tounge would be all over you while his fingers slowly curl into you.
  • I think he loves pastel lace lingerie.
  • He is a dancer so HIPS.
  • Okay but he is really romantic, like really romantic.
  • So prepare for candles and roses and all that stuff.
  • Would go one round, rest a little and then another.
  • And if he’s too tired but you aren’t, he’ll make sure to pleasure you and bring you to another orgasm.
  • Pretty vanilla.
  • Moans
  • He goes slow and sweet.
  • He’d get so clingy after sex, cute.
samwell’s womens hockey team
  • erica “bitty” bittle is 110% a lipstick lesbian
  • one of those girls who smell nice literally all the time even when she smells like baking ingredients
  • for her entire life, she had very long hair but after seeing lardo, she decided to get the chop sophmore year. her hair is now a cute little bob
  • always ties her hair back with a ribbon and jackie finds it really endearing
  • buys that fancy shampoo from lush that makes her hair super soft 

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Patater Parents and Puppy

Alexei stared, unimpressed, at the distaster of a dog sat in Kent’s lap.  It was small, part terrier, with wiry hair and huge bat-like ears.  Irina was crouched next to him, cooing like it was the cutest thing she’d ever seen, and knowing Irina and her strange taste in both people and animals, it probably was.

“It look little bit like goblin, from Labyrinth,” Alexei said.

Kent looked up at him with a quirked brow.  “Which one?”

“Dog goblin,” Alexei said.  “We can name Sir Didymus.”

Kent snorted, but Irina turned her face up and shook her head.  “No papa.  He already has a name.”

Alexei raised his brow.  “Oh yes?  Okay, what is name?”

She sat down, crossed her legs, and let the small terrier curl up in her lap.  “He’s being named after my favourite goalie!”

“Ah, Snow–” Alexei began, but Irina was too quick.

“Fleury!”

Kent and Alexei shared the same gasp of horror and betrayal.  “What?” Alexei said.

Irina went on, unfazed by her fathers’ faces.  “See, because all things called Fleury are amazing.”  She stroked the puppy and sighed.  “Flowers.  My favourite Shopkins.  And Marc-André.”

“I’m not…even sure I can be mad at that,” Kent said slowly.  He looked up at Alexei who was half-scowling.

“Fine,” Alexei said after a second.  “But you are tell Snowy when he come visit your new puppy, Irinochka.”

She gave her papa a blinding smile as she stood up, tucking the dog under her arm.  “That’s okay.  He won’t care.”  When she reached the doorway to the living room she turned.  “And anyway I totally saw a signed photo of Flower in his trophy room.”  With that, she bound out of the kitchen.

After a second, Kent grabbed Alexei’s hand, hauling himself up and tugging his husband close.  After a kiss, he sighed.  “She’s right you know.”

Alexei scowled again, but cupped Kent’s face.  “I’m know.  Was there when he got it.  He Fleury fanboy.”

“Who isn’t?” Kent added.  “I mean, I fucking hate the Pens on principal but…Fleury.”  He sighed.

At that, Alexei laughed, then kissed Kent as the puppy began to bark in the other room.  “Two puppies.  Cereal and Fleury.  She your daughter, Paroshka.”

Kent smirked and laid his face against Alexei’s chest.  “Yeah.  But I think I can live with it.”

HWTR to someone flirting with you

Max: At a bar (bartender)
All you wanted was a fruity drink from the bartender, but you couldn’t even get a word out of your mouth because all the bartender was doing was flirting…with you. You ignored his countless attempts and continued trying for the drink, patiently waiting for whenever he finished a sentence to try and ask politely. Eventually, you just sat there with your chin in your hands, wanting to see how far he’d actually get before he decided to shut his mouth. “Can you get me that drink now?” you’d ask, sarcastically smiling. He’d hand it to you, leaning in and giving a nice compliment a little too closely to your ear since he couldn’t get you to hear him over the music, probably something stupid, like how nicely your hair looked while it was curled at the ends. You’d raise your eyebrows unimpressed, and within a matter of seconds, the guy’d be grabbed from his spot behind the counter and thrown to the other side of the bar by Max in a jealous rage. You’d sit there with your mouth hung open not knowing what to do. Max was obviously drunk, garbling his words and mispronouncing them. He’d stumble back a little bit with his drink in hand, “You fucking cunt! That’ll teach you to not fucking flirt with my girlfriend.” he’d say, burping right after. Max would reach for your hand, holding it out to you and waiting for you to take it. You’d embrace him instead, kissing him and telling him he didn’t have to do that. “Nah, it needed to be done. I’ve been watching that uneducated swine with you for the past fifteen minutes. No one flirts with my baby.” he’d kiss your forehead and you’d help him out the bar and into the car. You drove him to his favorite fast food place to get comfort food and went home where you took care of him.


Joji: At a party with friends (an ex boyfriend)
I feel like George would be the type to say he isn’t jealous/doesn’t get jealous but he honestly does. He’ll try to hide it the best that he possibly could because he wouldn’t want you feeling like he’s constantly on top of you, as if he’s being too overprotective or anything like that. Joji would want to keep you happy and let you have your freedom, not wanting you to feel restricted, but when someone crosses the line with you, whether it be under his watch or in general, they’re fucked. Joji would be that one chill guy that never lets shit get to him, like the ones that are oddly chill when mad or whatever it is, to the point where it actually scares you to see them that calm in a situation like that. He’d notice your old flame the second you two entered the party, Joji would make sure your ex didn’t go near you while having your fun. But once your ex made his way to you, Joji would lean back and just watch, thinking to himself, ‘Is this guy really serious?’ You would let your ex talk to you, wondering what it is he could’ve possibly wanted, but all it consisted of was him trying to chat you up. Your ex would place his hand on your waist, trying to make smooth moves on you but all you could do was laugh at his stupidity, but to Joji it looked like you were laughing at a joke. Joji’s anger would build up to an incredible boiling point, nothing and no one could calm him down, all he could see was just red. He would clench his jaw and ball up his fist, kinda like the Arthur meme, but the only difference was that Joji’s veins would show. He’d grab your ex by his neck and yank him back, making the first move by pushing him. “What the fuck?!” your ex would shout, he’d also try and swing at Joji. That would only make Joji even angrier than before. George would assault your ex with blows to the face and his torso area. You’d have to pry him off, yelling at him to stop. Unfortunately, your ex would be alright except for the nosebleed, bruises all over, and a busted lip thanks to Joji’s pinky ring. “That’s a warning to every guy here who thinks it’s alright to touch my fucking girlfriend.” would be what Joji would say as you drag him out of the party after you’d kissed him.


Ian: Out shopping (stranger)
Ian would be similar to Joji: saying he doesn’t get jealous but actually does. He’d be sarcastic whenever it happened and he’d sit and pout about it. Ian isn’t the type to stay quiet about it either. While out shopping, you’d be looking for clothes while Ian went around to roam the place since he got bored rather quickly. You scanned aisles, looking for jeans, and a random guy just walked right up to you, an employee. He looked at you up and down before eyeing the jeans and biting his lip, telling you how amazing your ass would fit in them. All you did was roll your eyes and shake your head, not knowing what to say. You ignored him as you continued to look around, this time turning away from him. You hoped for Ian to return quickly, not wanting to storm off and look like some sort of idiot looking for their mother whom they’ve lost. You sighed as the guy kept enameling you with creepy compliments. “How bout you fuck off?” you’d hear from behind the two of you. The employee would turn around, laughing and trying to belittle Ian and his ‘geeky demeanor’. Ian, being the giant that he is, would take one step forward and look down at the guy as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “You wanna repeat yourself?” Ian would ask. They employee would gulp and shake his head, frightened. “That’s what I thought. You can run along now…and if I ever catch you saying anything like that to her again, let alone even look at her the way your perverted, idiotic self did, I’m going to shove my foot so far up your ass and play puppet with your fucking intestines with my toes. Are we clear?” Ian would say as he gripped the guys shirt, letting him go right after the employee nodded uncontrollably. Ian would wrap his arm around you waist and kiss your lips softly, giving you a warm smile and an apology for leaving you alone.

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in case no one figured it out.  I like to draw space.  Seri is the definition of cute.

Cute paws, cute back feet, cute little mouth, cute little curls, cute stars, 11/10 too cute for me.

Since he tends to pack himself smaller than is good for him, his energy permanently curls.  Like when you unwrap wire, they always twist back up.  Seri may look soft and fluffy, but he is dense. Most starfolk float because they are barely effected by gravity and will settle like smoke.  Seri can, but he has to consciously go weightless.  Otherwise he whomps to the ground like 40 pounds of blankets.  If he’s sleeping in this form, you cannot move him.  Fortunately, (or unfortunately) he tends to wrap around objects when he sleeps and you can move those no problem.  Shimazaki’s favorite prank was to grab the umbrella when seri was asleep, and place him in front of doors.  

Reigen eventually breaks Seri’s habit of nervous tail chewing, and he rapidly grows to his proper size.  Which is very good, because seri being that small is not healthy for him or anyone around him.

the stranger things cast, according to my grandma:

finn: “he’s gonna be a little heartbreaker when he gets older, he’s so adorable.”

gaten: “i’m adopting that one, he’s precious! look at his little curls and that smile!”

noah: “oh my god, he’s so tiny! can i adopt him, too? he reminds me a little of that big-eyed guy from the wizard ring movies you used to watch all the time.” (it took me almost five minutes to realize she meant lord of the rings and i think she was referring to elijah wood)

caleb: “another future heartbreaker.”

millie: “hey, we have the same name! but she’s much more gorgeous than i was or ever will be. she looks so stylish.”

charlie: “river phoenix.”

joe: “flock of seagulls cover band front man. also looks like that guy who played the spidery man.”

natalia: “gorgeous flower child.”

david: “big burly man who i would be very interested in dating.”

winona: “isn’t she the woman you’re in love with?”

anonymous asked:

Sombra and/or Tracer finding out that their s/o is still sleeping with a stuffed toy?

Sombra


  • She thinks its adorable
    • After snapping a picture for blackmail
    • She’ll coo at how cute you look
    • Hands curled around a stuffie thats under your head
  • She’ll grab you stuffies whenever she’s on a mission
    • Just so you can sleep with them as well
  • She will use the picture though
    • It’s just too good of blackmail to pass up

Tracer


  • Loves it
    • Gives a little aww when she sees
    • She takes a picture to treasure forever
  • Then she jumps into the bed with you
    • You wake up at the impact and she curls around you
    • the stuffed animal between the two of you
  • She peppers your face with kisses 
    • Then falls asleep with you
Now, My Darling, Put Your Clothes Back On

Description: Phil wakes up to Dan sleeping on his chest and has to consider what a sexy night together means for their friendship.
Words: 1.8k
Content Warnings: mentions of sex throughout (no smut), swearing
Inspired by: the lyrics “Oh my god, what have I done? Now, my darling, put your clothes back on” from this song.


Phil wasn’t excited to have this conversation. He wasn’t dreading it, per se, but something about looking down to find Dan curled up beside him, arm splayed over his stomach and face nestled into the crook of his neck, lodged a stone in his throat that Phil could not swallow.

Suddenly he felt all too exposed under the thin sheets, the nearly sheer fabric doing little to protect his body from the outside world. Sure, Dan had seen him naked before. It wouldn’t be the first time for that. But it was the first time he’d had sex with him.

Oh my god, what have I done?

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Appreciation post: Jimin nose scrunch

Because, how can you not love his little nose the way it curls up and makes his face a tiny fluff ball 

Like the way he looks like a chipmunk and the way his chin just wrinkles ‘heart eyes’ 

Especially when he does it when he’s nervous, like OMG 

How does this boy not think he’s cute…he’s practically seducing me to grab his cheeks 

He doesn’t even need to try his button nose is so automatic and the way the rest of his features also get smaller like his eyes and mouth…

Boy you know exactly what your doing to our hearts, do you even realise? 

And when he kills us with the sexy nose scrunch….its like a double attack 

Or when he pretends to be angry, and still manages to make a little bunny nose

Or when he closes his eyes and scrunches up his nose at the same time ughhh

Like there is a reasons why Jhope and Jimin are the sunshine duo, their a scrunch nose duo

I mean I could go on, but Park Jimin you are the definition of Ageyo…your cute and you know it 

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Mike, Ginny, 20 :D

20: “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”

“Then why did you answer the door? You’re the one who said you wanted to do more endurance training,” Ginny looks at him, completely unrepentant, uncaring towards his pounding headache, the acrid taste of stale beer in his mouth, and his overall desire to slowly curl up and die.

“I answered,” he replies with a long suffering sigh, “because you wouldn’t stop knocking and I was trying to sleep.”

He was in too much pain and too much of a bad mood to explain to her young and virile self that hangovers when you’re in your thirties feel a lot different than they do in your twenties. He remembers coming to spring training hungover, doing BP while still a little drunk, he’s even played a couple games while the threat of loosing his stomach all over the catcher’s box was an ever present possibility. He may have felt like crap, but he never missed the work.

This though, this thing with Ginny is not work, its his free time he’s choosing to spend with the over-eager rookie. Not a rookie anymore though, he corrects himself. They are well into her second season, her arm is back and better than ever, the Padres now have two new rookie players who have taken up the nickname. 

In his mind though, Ginny was his last rookie. He’s retiring after this year and he wanted to end well, a feeling he’d shared with Ginny who had offered to train with him, to keep him motivated and on task. He’s constantly amazed by her determination and will, she makes no excuses, and doesn’t accept them either.

It is a character trait he is normally grateful for, but right now, he really wishes she had decide to make an exception and sleep in today. 

He shoos her inside when she just stares at him expectantly.

“So we aren’t going for a run or practicing the yoga poses I showed you then?” She makes herself at home in his kitchen, opening the fridge and pouring herself some orange juice, grabbing an apple off the counter which she immediately bites into.

“If I try downward dog I’m going to vomit all over that nice new yoga mat you got me, Baker, so no, we aren’t doing any of that,” he makes his way back up to his bedroom, already imagining how good it’s going to feel to drop his head back onto the cool pillow. 

“So you’re just bailing?” She half yells to his retreating back, mouth full of apple, coming out a little garbled.

“Sure am!” He shouts back, regretting it when his voice reverberates in his temples, making him dizzy for a second.

He sighs happily when his bed feels just as good, if not better, than he expected. What he doesn’t expect is for Ginny to follow him up upstairs and lay down beside him.

“I’m in no shape for that kind of exercise either, rookie,” he mumbles into the pillow, grunting dramatically when she claps her hands directly over his ear.

“You’re gross, and if we aren’t going to work out then I may as well nap with you so we can stick to our regimen when we wake up,” she says it like its obvious, like he’s going to do anything other than drag himself to In-N-Out for greasy food before returning to his house and nursing his headache for the rest of the day.

Rather than argue with her, knowing it will be useless, he just murmurs in the affirmative and lets himself drift back to sleep, a snoozing pitcher beside him.

When he wakes up again he smells food and is surprised to find out she’d left and come back with burgers and large fries for the both of them. She shrugs, saying everyone deserves a day off once in a while. They pass the rest of the afternoon on his couch, not doing much of anything. 

Not the worst way to spend a hangover. 

First Date

Imagine: Having a child with Kai, your daughter going on her first date, Kai meeting her boyfriend and almost losing his temper because he’s an overprotective father, it leads to you calming him down. (Requested ~smut~) We will say the daughter’s name is Evelyn, because I don’t wanna abbreviate anything haha. :)

It was the night, your beloved daughter of sixteen years of age was going out on her first date. You thought the young man was polite and the perfect suit for your daughter. They adored each other as far as you could tell about how they talked on the phone. Her father and your husband Kai, on the other hand, wasn’t too thrilled. You gave your daughter one last look, short shorts, a nice blouse and her purse around her shoulder hanging at her side. Her hair was done in little curls, makeup done to perfection all so she could impress her lover. 

You wiped your eyes and kissed her cheek softly. Kai sat in the corner of the living room, refusing to believe his daughter was going out with a boy. He could remember sitting her on his lap and playing peek-a-boo with her while she giggled and drooled all over him. Her eyes met his, making him realize he was definitely very proud of his beautiful daughter with the same blue/gray eyes and perfect white teeth. Sure he was paying attention to how she looked, not agreeing with the short shorts all that much. But she was very kind, very cheery and playful. She had a need to help people and could talk to people without murdering them, she definitely took after her mother in that department. 

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Pumpkin Kink?

Summary:  Fall is in the air, and that means pumpkin flavored everything is everywhere you look. Y/N couldn’t be more excited about this, but Dean thinks she might be a little too excited about pumpkin spice. And he’s going to show her that she definitely has a pumpkin kink.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Language, smut, dirty talk, (pumpkin kink)

A/N: I love all things pumpkin, and this popped in my head this morning at work! Hope y’all enjoy!

Tagging: @supernatural-jackles

Originally posted by little-things98

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