my favourite pairing

A Kiss On The Run ~ Nanbaka Fanart
 
Holy Cow.. O__o
I just realized it’s been more than 2 months since I uploaded something…
 
I’ve been a massive Nanbaka fan since the Anime came out and also started to read the webcomic ^^
It’s so shiny and so hilarious to watch xD
Always makes my day ^^  

I somehow felt that my first upload since Christmas has to be my favourite pairing of the show :3
I wanted to draw something a little different though ^^
So I decided to go without the stripy clothes and show them outside of prison ^^ Maybe on the run enjoying a few minutes of peace xD
Or something like that xD  

I feel so sorry to keep you waiting for so long.. Q___Q  
..but I hope you will like what you see xD :3 

Kitten

My first writing piece on here, oh God…. xx


From the moment you saw him in that red coat, you wanted him to fuck your brains out. You didn’t ask him to but over the course of the Kings of Leon concert, you hinted at it very subtly. A stroke of a hand, a kiss on an ear, a whisper on a tongue. Throughout the night, you always had your hand on him somewhere; his hand, his shoulder, his waist, his chest, his face. And no-one could blame you. Because Harry Styles was one fine-looking man who just happened to be yours.

The band was amazing and you had a great time, despite staring at your boyfriend for over half of the concert. There was a moment about 50 minutes into the concert when you said that you needed to go to the toilet; Harry being protective of you asked Glenne to go with you. Everyone thought you just needed to do your business but no. Your plan was sneaky. Glenne waited outside for you very patiently while you locked yourself in one of the cubicles. It took all of five seconds to pull your panties down your legs and over the hook of your heels. The air shot up in between your legs and you closed your mouth to stop yourself from squeaking. You straightened out your dress, stuffed your panties into your clutch and went back out to join Glenne.

You returned with her midway through a song and Harry was having a blast, drinking and singing along. Your arm automatically went around his waist and he smiled down at her, wrapping his free arm around you. From his touch, the heat in between your legs began to grow immediately. You couldn’t help it, you were turned on by him basically 100% of the time.

“Are you OK, baby? You look flushed. You hot?” He said in your ear over the loud music. Well, in truth, you were hot. It was stuffy with all the lights and the people but the reason you were flushed was clear to you. You leaned up on your heels and pressed your lips to his ear.

“Yes, because I have no panties on.”

Harry stiffened from your words and his arm tightened around your waist, sending a flash of desire into your folds. You didn’t care if people were taking pictures of you two. You wanted to show him affection and he felt the same way so nothing stopped either of you. Your lips came together with his in a searing kiss, which matched the song Sex On Fire.  It was always hard for you to control yourself when Harry was kissing you as his kisses were beyond the feeling of incredible. They were like fire or like a spring breeze. Soft and hot. Perfection. You clutched the lapel of his coat with your free hand, sighing into the kiss.

“Harry, everyone can see you.” Jeff said from behind him.

“Oh, sod off.” Harry scoffed and kissed you again, wetting your lips tenderly. When he pulled back, you saw the look of lust in his sparkling green eyes, shining in the dark.

“Where are they?”

“Where are what?” You asked.

“Don’t act all innocent. Give them to me.”

You gulped. How the fuck am I going to give him my panties without anyone seeing them?! He gestured for you to come closer so you did, so close that your chests were touching. You bit your lip and opened your clutch a little bit, quickly fishing out the lacy material. Fortunately, they were black so they weren’t very noticeable. Harry tucked your panties into one of the pockets on the inside of his coat, turning back to the band as if nothing happened.

“Am I going to get them back?” I asked.

“If you’re a good girl.” Was his response. And for the rest of the concert, the panties were never brought up in conversation.

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tragicienne  asked:

in light of ur recent skating blogging: i love watching figure skating but i've never followed the sport consistently. what are some of your favorite programs?

oh gosh, salma, my darling, my precious pomegranate, you’ve done it now. deep breaths. here we go.

my favourite programs from this season are:

my favourite womens’ programs:

my favourite men’s programs:

my favourite pairs programs (this is gonna be shorter):

  • shen & zhao (my faves): “pas de deux,” “adagio in g minor,” and “who wants to live forever
  • sale & pelletier have squandered all goodwill i may’ve once held for them by being massive dicks, but “love story” is still brilliant
  • berezhnaya & sikharulidze have a story that deserves a movie, and “dark eyes” was part of the beginning of that story

my favourite dance programs:

  • davis & white (my precious children): their sexy latin short from 2012, “notre dame de paris” (very likely my favourite figure skating program of all time), and their olympic gold-winning “scheherazade
  • virtue & moir (my other equally precious children): also skated to prince this year. ice dance is so good to me, always. “the great gig in the sky”: almost too sexy to deal with. and, of course, “funny face” and “the umbrellas of cherbourg
  • they may not jump, but these days, ice dancers are the best skaters in the world. that wasn’t always the case - they used to be really good at posing and not much else. the team who did the most to see that changed that is shae-lynn bourne and victor kraatz, who were often too ahead of their time to ever get the medal recognition they deserved. they did, however, give us one of the most famous figure skating programs of all time: their iconic riverdance free dance
  • torvill & dean are probably the team that started the change, and their “bolero” is still famous
  • dubreuil & lauzon came after bourne & kraatz and continued to push the envelope, but were far enough into the change that they got rewarded: “at last,” “ne me quitte pas,” and “singing in the rain

(some) of my favourite exhibition numbers:

Shopping Disasters - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by mischiefstydia

Summary: Stiles takes (Y/N) shopping after ruining her favourite jeans and tells a douche to fuck off.

Warnings: Swearing (just a lil).


Scott and I were sitting at a table in the cafeteria discussing how we were going to go about the new threat in Beacon Hills. He was struggling to come up with something which meant as always he’d come to me for help. Although I wasn’t the smartest in the group, I was one of if not the most determined. That was something I loved about myself. No matter what, I’d never give up. There was always a way. 

“Well, what if I distract them by pretending that one of them is killing me but its secretly like Liam dressed up and then I can attack them when they aren’t factoring me into their plan and they’ve forgotten about me.” I suggest.

“No, too many things could go wrong. You’re scent might give it away somehow too. Theres a big difference between the smell of alive and dead people.”

“Yeah, but only after they’ve started decomposing.” 

“How can you talk about something like that without even looking disturbed.” Scott shifted uncomfortably.

“Scott, come on. You’re the one thats going out and smelling this and fighting these guys all the time. Surely a conversation like this doesn’t scare you that bad.” I say matter of factly as he screws his face up. I giggle which quickly stops as I hear Stiles calling out for us and running towards us and then feeling his lunch splatter all over my pants. I gasp loudly and freeze trying to wrap my head around what had happened. 

“Oh my god (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” I laugh slightly in disbelief. 

“That was my favourite pair of jeans.” 

“I’ll buy you some more! I promise.” I start wiping myself off and laughing.

“No, its fine Stiles. Don’t stress. Lydia always has a spare set of clothes on her anyways.”


“What? Where’s the rest of it?” I ask shocked. 

“It’s a skirt, (Y/N); not a thong.” She rolls her eyes with a playful smile. 

“And this?!”

“A crop top?” 

“Never mind, I’ll just wear the spaghetti stained clothes.”

“Uh, uh. Not on my watch. A good friend would never let you walk around wearing that. Go get changed.” She says as she throws me her clothes. I look at her skeptically before she makes a ‘shoo’ sign and I throw my head back playfully exaggerating. 


“(Y/N)!” I hear from behind me. I turn around to see Stiles running towards me. “I just wanted to let yo- oh shit” I furrowed my eyebrows together.

“What?” 

“You’re um… outfit.”

“Yeah, it’s Lydia’s spare. I didn’t realise it would be… well this.”

“No, no, no. You look good- It looks good. Uh-anyway, I double checked with Scott and he said that he’s working tonight so he doesn’t need any help with, y’know.” He says as he lifts his hands and does the worst impression I’d ever seen. I giggled and he quickly stopped. “So, uh if you want, like you don’t have to, but I was just thinking, I could take you out. Like to the shops. To go… shopping. Because I ruined your jeans. And-”

“If you stop talking then yes.” I laugh and he nods furiously. 


“Thanks by the way. And you know what, I think the jeans you got me are even better than the ones I already had.” I smiled as we sat down in the food court.

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s my fault you lost them in the first place. I just have to quickly go pee so I’ll be right back.” He says as he walks off taking his phone.

“Hey there, little lady. Did your boyfriend leave you?” A guy who was obviously in college came over wearing his frat jumper and a dumb snapback cap. 

“Oh, no. He’s not my boyfriend.” I say as I think of Stiles and smile a little. We definitely had something but nothing had happened as of yet.” 

“Oh, really?” He smirks as he sits down in Stile’s seat.

“Oh, sorry but my friends coming back so you can’t really sit there.” He ignores what I say and picks a fry up off of my plate. I quickly send a text to Stiles saying ‘SOS’. “I suggest you put that fry back where it was.” He smirks and winks at me as he takes a bite out of it and puts the rest on my plate. I immediately stand up and lean over the table. 

“What are you gonna do, sweetheart?” I angrily glare at him and next thing I know I had punched him in the face. 

“(Y/N)? What are you doing?!” I heard Stiles say as he quickly strode towards the table. “What happened?” He asks confused to the guy sitting in his spot. 

“This psycho bitch hit me!” Stiles looked at him with the most disgusting look I had ever seen. I didn’t think it was possible for Stiles to even appear that angry but if looks could kill then this asshole would be six feet under.

“Fuck off.” He said lowly. My eyes widened as Stiles rarely ever said that word.

“Excuse me?” 

“Fuck. Off.” He said slightly louder but so intensely angry that the guy quickly stood up and walked off. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone.” He hugs me.

“It’s not you’re fault. And I think I took care of him pretty well.” I smirked as I rubbed my knuckles thinking about the punch. 

“Thats my girl.” He said without thinking and swung his arm around my shoulder. I froze for a second before easing into it. I picked up my bag and Stiles and I walked like that all the way back to his jeep. “Home?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“Let’s go on an adventure.” I smile. Stiles returns the gesture and we drive out to the forest where we then walk through it for the next hour or so just feeling complete with one another’s company. 


Time to go write my 4 Literature essays! wooo! :/

Kitten

For my darling princess, @dadshirtking, my revenge, as promised…


From the moment you saw him in that red coat, you wanted him to fuck your brains out. You didn’t ask him to but over the course of the Kings of Leon concert, you hinted at it very subtly. A stroke of a hand, a kiss on an ear, a whisper on a tongue. Throughout the night, you always had your hand on him somewhere; his hand, his shoulder, his waist, his chest, his face. And no-one could blame you. Because Harry Styles was one fine-looking man who just happened to be yours.

The band was amazing and you had a great time, despite staring at your boyfriend for over half of the concert. There was a moment about 50 minutes into the concert when you said that you needed to go to the toilet; Harry being protective of you asked Glenne to go with you. Everyone thought you just needed to do your business but no. Your plan was sneaky. Glenne waited outside for you very patiently while you locked yourself in one of the cubicles. It took all of five seconds to pull your panties down your legs and over the hook of your heels. The air shot up in between your legs and you closed your mouth to stop  yourself from squeaking. You straightened out your dress, stuffed your panties into your clutch and went back out to join Glenne.

You returned with her midway through a song and Harry was having a blast, drinking and singing along. Your arm automatically went around his waist and he smiled down at you, wrapping his free arm around you. From his touch, the heat in between your legs began to grow immediately. You couldn’t help it, you were turned on by him basically 100% of the time.

“Are you OK, baby? You look flushed. You hot?” He said in your ear over the loud music. Well, in truth, you were hot. It was stuffy with all the lights and the people but the reason you were flushed was clear to you. You leaned up on your heels and pressed your lips to his ear.

“Yes, because I have no panties on.”

Harry stiffened from your words and his arm tightened around your waist, sending a flash of desire into your folds. You didn’t care if people were taking pictures of you two. You wanted to show him affection and he felt the same way so nothing stopped either of you. Your lips came together with his in a searing kiss, which matched the song Sex On Fire.  It was always hard for you to control yourself when Harry was kissing you as his kisses were beyond the feeling of incredible. They were like fire or like a spring breeze. Soft and hot. Perfection. You clutched the lapel of his coat with your free hand, sighing into the kiss.

“Harry, everyone can see you.” Jeff said from behind him.

“Oh, sod off.” Harry scoffed and kissed you again, wetting your lips tenderly. When he pulled back, you saw the look of lust in his sparkling green eyes, shining in the dark.

“Where are they?”

“Where are what?” You asked.

“Don’t act all innocent. Give them to me.”

You gulped. How the fuck am I going to give him my panties without anyone seeing them?! He gestured for you to come closer so you did, so close that your chests were touching. You bit your lip and opened your clutch a little bit, quickly fishing out the lacy material. Fortunately, they were black so they weren’t very noticeable. Harry tucked your panties into one of the pockets on the inside of his coat, turning back to the band as if nothing happened.

“Am I going to get them back?” I asked.

“If you’re a good girl.” Was his response. And for the rest of the concert, the panties were never brought up in conversation.

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→   Jungkook x Female Reader // brother!yoongi au

→   fluff

→  1612 words


The bond in between siblings is the strongest to exist, that’s what they all say. That also went for Y/N and Yoongi, the two half siblings, who shared the same father but different mothers. The two lived with their dad and her mother in Korea’s capital: Seoul.

Some would’ve guess based on their different mums, that they didn’t get along too well, but that was the exact opposite of reality. They had been inseparable from the day Y/N was born, the day Yoongi knew that this little human being was going to be the most important person to him, that he had to take care of her and protect her, no matter what.

During their childhood, the things he had to protect her from were the monsters under her bed, the darkness at night or the scary looking shadow in her room.

As they grew older, the two remained as close as siblings could be, yet they don’t see each other as often anymore. Due to both of their busy schedules, as Y/N goes to university and Yoongi, has a group to promote. Yes, his dream of making music did come true and yes, he was really successful with his six other group members. Today, Y/N is going to visit him and his friends as they had a day off and she was on fall break.

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