anonymous asked:

How about pegging dominant harry? You're fucking him senseless but he's still telling you what to do, how he wants to be fucked, how good you're being for him.

I like this concept a lot I can’t believe I’m sweating gallons

Okay so just imagine Harry coming back from the New York premiere, feeling all high and mighty because for the last couple of days he’s been surrounded by people praising him for his talents and kissing the ground he walks on so he’s feeling cocky.

He gets to the hotel, walking into the room with his shoulders back, buttons on his expensive shirt already half undone and he’s working the knot in his tie loose, toeing off his leather shoes carefully and walking around the side of the bed. You’re watching a rerun of Scooby Doo, smelling him before you even see him. He’s wearing his favorite Tom Ford cologne, smelling all musky and manly with notes of citrus, cedarwood and ocean salts and he’s just so damn tempting.

Harry kneels onto the bed, mattress dipping under his weight as he crawls towards you, one arm stretching onto the opposite side of your torso, caging you under him as he hovers over you’re body, tie hanging from around his neck and shirt wide open to expose all of the tats on his tanned chest.

“Y'miss me?”

“Yeah,” you answer softly, arms reaching up to drape over his shoulders and wrap around his neck, pulling him down to your lips.

The kiss is slow and tender at first, with gentle sucking and a little bit of tongue. His body gives and melts on top of yours, one knee propped against the bed in between your legs as the other straddles your thigh. One hand is cupping your jaw as the other grips the back of the opposite thigh roughly, all of his chunky rings biting at your skin over the material of your bunny pajama pants.

Harry is the one who takes the first step in making it a heated night. He bites at your bottom lip all of the sudden, causing you to yelp into his mouth, pulling back in surprise. But he refuses to let you, suckling at your now swollen lip and hissing into your mouth.

“Fuck me.” His voice is deep and raspy, yet smooth like velvet and thick like molasses. The hand groping your thigh begins to rock your leg back and forth, resulting in your center rubbing against the knee he has placed between your own.

His eyes bore into you, a dark mossy green with bronze specks littered throughout its depth. They show nothing but utter lust and a twinge of haughtiness.

“Yeah?” You tug at the collar of his dress shirt, pushing it back until it starts to roll down his shoulders. “Want me to ride you?”

But Harry shakes his head, thumb caressing your chin as an ominous smirk pinches his dimples into place. “I don’t mean it as in, ‘fuck me.’ I mean it as in fuck me.”

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Oh hey it’s Shark Week, and we all know Leonard Snart is A Fan. It’s canon. Had to write something up in celebration. Leonard, wherever you are, I hope you’re enjoying yourself, you fuck ass nerd.

Ray is sitting comfortably on the sofa in, what Nate calls, “The Den”. It’s just a repurposed empty cargo room on the Waverider, but it makes the ship feel a bit more homey. 

He’s sprawled out, mindlessly watching reruns of Friends on the large screen built into the wall when Leonard walks in. 

“Scoot,” he says, nudging Ray’s knees. Ray automatically makes room for his boyfriend who plops himself down right next to him. 

“Gideon, Discovery channel,” Leonard commands, and suddenly the screen is showing a man in a cage in the water, camera in hand, and a few sharks swimming around him. 

“Leonard, what-” Ray starts but stops when Leonard takes Ray’s arm and drapes it over his shoulders, tucking himself to Ray’s side. 

“Shark Week,” Leonard says and presses a quick kiss to Rays cheek. 

Ray just shrugs and, well, now he’s watching Shark Week with Leonard pressed to his side. He smiles, kisses the top of Leonard’s head and settles in for the night.

Watching reruns of Seinfeld is my passion and I should be payed for it. That’s the future liberals want. That’s the goal millennials are trying to reach.

Wander Over Yonder Reruns are Back!

Today is the day that the returns of Wander over Yonder comes back! We all have to watch episodes as much as possible. This is a chance to show Disney that we still care and love the show. Reruns means that we are halfway there on getting the show back! Let make this good while it’s last!

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Something I’ll always love about Stanley Pines is he’s always teasing Dipper and Ford about being nerds but half of his interests are super frigging nerdy.

Seriously let’s review here, Stan likes

  • Ray Harryhausen-expy movies.
  • Old horror movies/monster movies in general.
  • A popular children’s cartoon, which he defends as having “a big mystery element and a lot of humor that goes over kids heads.”
  • Frank Frazetta-style artwork (as evidenced by his self-portrait in DaMGtMaNSF.)
  • Animatronics.
  • Making costumes and SFX makeup for Halloween/Summerween.
  • A super costumey period drama

Stan is the biggest nerd-hypocrite in all the lands and it’s adorable.


A beautiful Seijoh 3rd years interaction in Haisute Rerun (lol):

1. Oikawa wanting to torment Hinata but got dragged away by Makki.

2. Mattsun called out to Oikawa and they started  making fun of each other (more like Oikawa making fun of Mattsun’s eyebrows).

3. Makki sandwiched in the middle.

4. Iwaizumi yelled stopped the childish fight and not so subtly showing his care towards Oikawa ;;

5. Makki slapped Oikawa’s butt (not that it’s important but yeah..)