they are so snug

ap-d00dler  asked:

Aw what a rude brother!! Papyrus should look after his brother, especially when he's pregnant! God it would be so cute to see him snug beside Sans in bed watching over him as they sleep

he really should! so inconsiderate :C and hnnngggg don’t torment me with the idea of snuggly bros it’s my ultimate weakness

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Twitter art dump part 2!

Sorry I’ve been so dead lately..There’s been so many things due that I haven’t had much time to draw self-indulgent stuff :’) But I definitely upload art to my twitter often! 

In any case, I love drawing bed cuddles…Mishima is just ??? because when Akira asked him to sleep with him he’d prepared himself for something else (but I mean, this is nice too) 

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
—  Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
His First. (A Dirty Harry Styles One Shot)

- In which Harry is a bit.. inexperienced in the bedroom.

Harry thought he could hide it. He thought he could get away with it. But, when everything came to him so all of a sudden, he realized that he was trapped, and the only way to get out, was by telling the truth. 

And so he did.

“What?” you ask breathlessly, your hands at the mid of Harry’s patterned shirt, fingers frozen on the buttons, pulling the colorful fabric away from his tall and lanky form.

“I-I’m.. yeh are my first.”


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Realized I really wanted to fight a Darknut or Iron Knuckle in Breath of the Wild and since that can’t happen it was time for some headcanon!

Do not have the time to actually make that armor detail in a finished picture so it’s just a sketch~ sorry!

edit: Yeah, that eye is pretty funnily placed, but it just looks so snug, and whackable ;)

And my favorite part of Twilight princess was the Cave of Trials, especially on the bottom floor against 3 Darknuts (especially when you’re like me and did it with the starter sword and no shield or using the special moves~). I like to imagine these guys wouldn’t be too hard on their own (but would probably block the lower eye in some fashion so they’re not TOO easy), but would be much more threatening in groups, especially with a lot of bobokins or other enemies distracting you while they fling their spike ball around and close in on you.

Cuddling with Logan would include :

(Woooo more fluffy prompts! Haven’t seem the movie yet but hopefully soon :3 Yay Logan!!! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

-Him acting like he’s reluctant about it, only to not be able to resist hugging you back as you’re usually the one to start it

-Him pulling you in a way to make you rest your head against his chest and keeping you tightly snugged against him

-Him feeling so relaxed, that his powers are properly controlled as he wouldn’t ever feel himself threatened while in your arms

-Him enjoying to listen to you talk to him about your day, making him slowly opening himself more and more to you

-Him nuzzling to your hair as he kisses the top of your head, to make you understand that he loves you

-Him laughing to feel you wrap your leg over him and deciding to be playful, doing the same to you but tightening his grip over yours

-Him intertwining his fingers with yours whenever he’d reach to hold your hand for a moment just to kiss them

-Him keeping the blanket up to keep you warm as he wouldn’t want you to get sick

-Him pretending to hate it when you would turn your back at him just to grind yourself against him but actually liking to have a reason to “punish” you, making you laugh

-Him stroking your cheek as you fell asleep in his arms and saying a few loving things to you before kissing you and going to sleep himself

my second prompt for the kiss art challenge, requested by the spectacular @jellywuh - ronan and adam with number 10, a kiss on the shoulder~

again, i’m keeping the coloring and poses simple for these! they’re just for me to loosen up a bit with my art (pretty much zero shading and quick linework. because normally i’m a crazy picky perfectionist about things… so i’m trying to calm down a bit haha. and, like i’ve said before, it’s a great excuse to draw cute people kissin’ each other.)

Desperate Frustrations. (A Smutty Harry Styles Blurb)

The city is dead silent. 

There’s not one single sound to be heard. No moves to be seen. Not one single lighted up window in the rows of twenty. Everyone is passed out and fast asleep. 

Except Harry.

His muscles are burning hot under his skin, his chest rising up and down rapidly. The king-sized bed keeps shifting and creaking as Harry rolls around, trying to find a good position and a cool spot he could sleep on, but all the good ones are already used. His tummy is under this unbelievable tension, which makes it hard for his mind to stay quiet.

Harry clears his throat, which makes it feel like he just drank a cup of sand. He stretches his arm out on the bedside table, to find a used wine glass and an empty bottle. The only liquid in his glass is the dried up red stains of his wine from earlier, when he was trying to drink his tears and sorrow away. But for nothing. Alcohol might erase the memories for a moment, but they always come back like a stray dog for food.

Groaning, he settles himself back on the bed and looks down on himself and sighs at the sight of his hard cock hitting his lower stomach. He traces the tip of his finger on his prominent vein, which makes his cock twitch and a cry leave mouth. Biting his lips, he wraps his hand around himself at the base and slowly, yet firmly starts to stroke himself. He closes his eyes and purses his lips together, feeling the warmth in his tummy getting hotter and hotter on every stroke.

Starting to speed up his hand, soft whimpers leave his lips, curses dying in his throat. Harry’s back arches slightly as his feet drag against the bed sheets and getting tangled with his covers, his hand quickly working his shaft as the other one gently cups his balls. As he starts to add pressure, he chokes on his moans, biting his bottom lips so hard with his nostrils flared out.

His head is tipped back, neck strained and veins popped up, begging to be nibbled and kissed so badly. A hiss leaves his lips when his thumb skims over his sensitive raspberry tip, pre-cum already forming on his slit and his eyes clamp shut. His back starts to arch again as he gets closer and closer to his high. Mumbling quietly:

“Oh fuck, ungh. Such a good girl fo’ me. Huh, Is tha’ wha’ yeh like?”

Harry’s thinking about the way you hugged his cock, so warm and snug, when you slid down on him. That choked up moan you did when he first pushed in. The way clenched around him so tight when you came. Your cries and your nails scratching down his back, making sure to leave him marks for the next day, so you could take care of him. And when he’s about to cum, hanging right on the edge and biting his lips until they’re bleeding red and his fist shakily holding his leaking cock, he stops, because that’s something you did to tease him, that devilish smirk on your face as Harry’s hands were gripping to your hips, his own hastily trying to fuck up into you. 

He’s panting, his hair in a sweaty mess on top of his head. He continues to jerk himself off, and goes completely silent. That’s when the knot in his lower stomach unwinds. Hot and heavy cum all over his ferns and dripping down his shaft to his balls. Cock twitching in his hand as he’s desperately trying to get every last drop of cum out of his tip.

He exhales loudly and drops his head back to the mattress, letting his cock fall limp on his thigh and then digging his palms into his puffy and red eyes. He still feels dizzy from his orgasm, feeling so sensitive and as light weighted as a feather. 

If only you were there to lick and clean him up, telling him how good he did, for you. And wipe away that salty tear away from his cheek, that is slowly making it’s way down to Harry’s jaw, holding up so many memories.

Sugar Sweet | 7 | (M)

word count: 6.3k

genre: mentions of smut + fluff + angst; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

thanks to: @jooheonster for giving it a quick read and giving me feedback  ♡

music: dream in a dream - ten ; all mine - f(x) ;  bad - tablo ; sing for you - exo

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➳ ALICE IN WONDERLAND BY LEWIS CARROLL; STARTER SENTENCES.

  • ❛ It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. ❜
  • ❛ We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad. ❜
  • ❛ Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. ❜
  • ❛ If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see? ❜
  • ❛ Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle. ❜
  • ❛ I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.’ ❜
  • ❛ Curiouser and curiouser! ❜
  • ❛ One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others. ❜
  • ❛ Why is a raven like a writing-desk? ❜
  • ❛ If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does. ❜
  • ❛ No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time. ❜
  • ❛ Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality. ❜
  • ❛ Everything is funny, if you can laugh at it. ❜
  • ❛ I’m afraid I can’t explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see? ❜
  • ❛ My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that. ❜
  • ❛ Off with their heads! ❜
  • ❛ Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense. ❜
  • ❛ No wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise. ❜
  • ❛ It would be so nice if something made sense for a change. ❜
  • ❛ It’s always tea-time. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know the meaning of half those long words, and I don’t believe you do either! ❜
  • ❛ Look after the senses and the sounds will look after themselves. ❜
  • ❛ Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court. ❜
  • ❛ You’re thinking about something, and it makes you forget to talk. ❜
  • ❛ Birds of a feather flock together. ❜

what to do when you have a crush on your best friend 

[peter parker x reader]

author’s note: watched homecoming last night and i loved everything about it. this took a while to write because i kept getting distracted, and that title is whatever because i literally couldn’t think of anything else lolol

word count: 2,369

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Okay but riding Harry in a bath tub..

Candles lit around you two in the dark room, as the scent of sweet lavender lingers in the air. You kiss Harry’s jawline as his hands rest on your bum, giving it a good squeeze when you get to the sweet spot right under his ear, blowing some cooling air on the wet mark.

He tries and lifts you up a bit, just so he can kiss your chest, wrap his lips around your nipple and suckle the sensitive nubbin. Your back arches when he flicks his tongue, making you push yourself more against his cock. He moans against your skin, his eyes closed and his wet curls combed back by his fingers.

You grind your hips slowly against his shaft, earning an angelic whimper from his perfectly o-shaped lips as his lashes flutter. You look at him, and you can see the pain his eyes trying so gard to keep his dark eyes locked with yours.

“Please, baby. Could yeh, um-” Harry trails off, pushing your hair down your back and tracing his fingers on your collarbones.

“What baby? What do you want?” you ask him, adding more pressure to your grinds this time. Harry’s breath hitches and he whimpers again, his legs slightly trembling under you.

“Plea-.. please ride me. Please baby.”

You take hold of his hard shaft and settle it to your entrance. Just to tease him, you only take in his red sensitive tip. Then you slowly start to sink down on him, his hips shifting under you, and he starts panting.

“Like this baby? Does it feel good?” You coo at him, and he bites his bottom lip between his teeth, nodding quickly.

“Uh-huh.”

You take Harry’s hands and guide them to take hold of your hips. As you start to get into a good rhythm, Harry’s veins and ridges massaging your wet walls, making you cleanch around him, his grip on your hips tightens and he’s trying to gently thrust up into you.

“Ungh, ahh fuck. Jus’ like tha’, slide down m’ cock, so fucking wet and snug fo’ me.”

anonymous asked:

Sub harry who is just discovering his kinks and your fucking him one day and put your hand on his neck and he says tighter in a breathy little whimper and so you do and that's how he finds out he likes getting choked

IM WHEEZING CARBON MONOXIDE BITCHDJSJS

okay so he’s come home from a day of recording at the studio and he’s all tuckered out but feeling really needy as well so he practically begs you to fuck him.

He’s so docile you don’t even need to tie him down. He’s laying out all sweaty across the bed, sheer black shirt unbuttoned all the way and his pants and briefs are discarded on the floor at the end of the bed. You’re riding him hard and fast, bouncing on his cock roughly with the back of your thighs slapping down on his, feeling his balls against your ass every time you sink down. His arms are above his head, splayed out limply with his fingers messing at the ends of his mussed up hair, whining softly as you bite down his neck and scratch up his chest, blowing on the stinging red lines and causing him to whimper all throaty and high.

“God, you’re amazing, y'know that?” Harry’s voice is soft and timid, eyes glued to your chest hungrily as it bounces in your perky lace bra– one he’d bought you at a fancy boutique when he was off shooting for the film in France.

“And you’re extremely thick. Did you know that?” You drag your lips sloppily down the spine of the butterfly tattoo, tongue peeking out to lap at one of his puffy nipples.

He answers with a short, wispy hiccup of, “Maybe.”

Your arms are holding his elbows down against the mattress, making sure he doesn’t move to touch you. Your knees are pressed up against his hips to give you balance as you slam down on him, his entire body jolting against the bed, cracked moans and soft keening stuttering from the heavy movement. He looks absolutely enthralling, with his cheeks tinted rose and his big green eyes all doe-like and innocent, swollen bottom lip tucked under his front two teeth as he thrums out shaky hums of gratitude, filled with, “Fuck me so good, darling. No one takes m'cock like you do.” and “You’re so tight, peach. Snug little cunt gonna fuckin’ ruin me for good, innit? Gonna make your baby boy come so hard it hurts…”

You’re hand reaches towards his neck out of instinct, fingers wrapping around the back as your thumb presses softly against his bobbing Adam’s Apple, using your palm to bring him towards your mouth. You keep his throat stuck to your lips, teeth sinking in sweetly and marking deep purple bruises into his soft, tanned skin. Something to look forward to seeing on him tomorrow morning as he’s spread out over the pillows with the side of his face pasted to the cushion, hair in a fluffy, wild halo with the sheets hanging low on his hips, revealing all of the maroon and violet love bites scattered down the tight muscles of his back, across his broad shoulders and speckling his delicate neck.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t realized you’d tightened your grip, thumb pressing down harder into his juglar and causing his breathing to shutter.

You immediately release your hold, apologies spilling from your lips as you kiss at his flushed ears with care, worried to death.

“More.” Harry’s croak is airy and quaking, but insistent nonetheless.

You stare at him for a second, surprised by the new development. But you grant him his wish, wrapping your fingers around his throat and tightening like before. “Like this?”

He nods feverishly, suckling his bottom lip into his mouth, bright, canopy green eyes rolling into the back of his head as the edges of his mouth twitch up into a teeny, satisfied smile. “Jus’ like that.”

You continue rocking against him, other hand cradling the side of his face as you gradually close your fingers further around his neck, relying on his body language and sounds of pleasure to guide you on this new territory. And what a discovery this is.

Harry looks incredibly sexy with his head tilted all the way back against the pillow, jaw flexing alluringly as his ruby lips are parted, heavy whimpers and short gasps rawing his lungs. His eyes are barely cracked open, heavy lashes brushing the tops of his simmering cheeks as he looks down on you with so much lust it burns. He pouts his bottom lip out pleadingly, talking meekly. “Can I have a kiss?”

You respond by flushing your lips against his, tongue dipping in teasingly and pulling out to skim his upper lip temptingly, drawing a deep, needy whine from him, air puffing out shallow and quivering.

“Such a naughty boy. Getting kinkier every day, y'know that?“

Harry returns your comment with a coy grin, tilting his head forward so that your fingertips dig deeper against his throat, bruising himself in the process and smiling as he feels the marks blossoming. He softens his eyes into looking all watery and innocent, but you can see a devilish glint in the specks of gold that shimmer in his irises.

“And you’re a pretty little thing with a tight cunt and a knack for returning my kinks. Did you know that?”

“Some people are meant to be loved and others just naked” (III)

A/N: Part III of CEO Harry! I sincerely hope this was worth the wait and that you guys enjoy it. Thank you for your lovely comments and support. As always, this includes smut, daddy kink and a shitload of angst. I hope you like it. ♥

Harry and Y/N are enemies in the business world but the perfect partners under the sheets.

Based on the song Wrong by Zayn ft. Kehlani

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV.

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

The sense of overachievement deeply ingrained in Y/N’s mindset is an innate weapon that can be both a blessing and a curse: when success is the rule rather than the exception, each failure, no matter how minor, feels like the end of the world.

Oliver Zhang represented all four horsemen during Y/N’s friday night apocalypse. She was certain she hadn’t experienced humiliation to its greatest extent until he stood her up at a VIP rooftop bar that overlooked the whole city and highlighted the blossoming nightlife she was letting go to waste -along with three hours of her precious time and a new outfit.

Unable to convert stress into drive whenever the gap between her expectations and the reality of her circumstances starts to diverge, she reverted back to a well-practised posture: that of spoiled brat utterly resolute in her decision to fuck shit up and get away with it.

The taste of defeat and the remnants of shame hovering on the tip of her tongue assumed control of her body and, naturally, what ensued was nothing short of wrongdoings she would gladly exclude from her future autobiography.  A videotape in fast forward, memories that her mind would disguise as dreams -and therefore wouldn’t regret- until the following morning.

What her brain did register was that at some point, her low cut silk burgundy dress came off. 

And somewhere along the way, she ended up in Harry Styles’ bed.

Her resolve might parallel that of an all-powerful creature but she’s only limited to her human strength, and no human in recorded history has been proved strong enough to fight off the inevitable.

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concept on harry being loud and can't contain his groans and whimpers

It would be after you two have been away from each other for a long time. He just couldn’t wait until he could be able to hear your voice, feel your skin under his fingertips and your kisses on his neck. 

And you were the same, you missed him so much your heart was aching for his love. You wanted to have him in your arms and hear those little puffs of air hit the skin on your shoulder as well as his lips. You wanted to hear his cries when you clenched around him, so warm and snug. And those choked up grunts, when he’d get closer to his orgasm, fighting it, so you could get your second one of the night.

“Yeh feel so fuckin’ good.. I-I’m gonna” Harry breathes out, eyes clamped shut as he tries to fight against it so badly, but he can’t do anything. He’s been waiting so long, too long.

“You’re gonna cum nicely for me?” you coo at him, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. He nods, moaning, as the burning tension in his tummy gets too much for him.

“Mh-hmh”

A deep moan leaves his lips, as he empties himself inside of you, his hips shaking. You can feel his cock twitching against your wet walls, and you grip Harry’s hips, to keep him on you, as he comes fully undone. You scratch his back lightly to his ass, doing small circles on his flesh, and praise him, just to calm him down, when you hear a quiet sob.

“Shh. Felt so nice when you came, baby. Yeah? No need to cry.”

Harry lifts his head to kiss your lips, but he’s still so sensitive so he ends up whimpering against your jaw, small droplets of tears running down his rosy cheeks. Sweaty curls falling down his face, he tries to contain his sounds, but the way you purposely clench yourself around him, makes his body jolt.

“Ahh, ungh, missed yeh so much.” he whimpers out.

“Missed you too, angel.”