Buying Him Time

Viperion: So Ladybug, are you and Chat noir... a thing?

Ladybug: What? Oh no. Not at all. We are crime fighting partners. We are not dating.

Viperion: Oh, cool. I’m relieved.

Ladybug: Oh? Why is that? (Blushing)

Viperion: Because now I can ask out Chat noir without feeling guilty.

Ladybug: Viperion I’m flat... wait What?

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Eleanor looks like she’s whispering to Louis all the things she’s going to do to him that night and Louis looks like he’s going to explode from being so turned on

Hi can I ask for a harry smut?

I'm just making this up on the fly but here we go. Gotta get something out today. And honestly, this is super self indulgent so- and I'm not sure what this-

Warnings: SMUT (+18), pet-names, small choking. If I missed any, please dm me.

Harry's fingers intertwined with yours, his bare hips resting flush against yours. His other hand snuck under the hem of his jersey, raising the fabric up your chest while he explored your skin.

"Should've known how I was gonna react, bunny." Emerald green eyes locked with yours before slowly trailing down your body. He always did love how desperate you looked. "So perfect." he couldn't help but grin.

"Harry," you whined out, your eyes followed the hand across your chest moved down to your stomach, "please, do something." you were grateful the dorm room was empty. The boys would've laughed at you for begging like a whore.

"Hmm, I'm not sure if I should." he rutted against you, moving his hips in a circle just to watch your head toss back and your jaw clench up. 

"Please." Your voice jumped octaves in the middle of your plea. The bastard gave you a hard thrust, causing your back to arch off the mattress.

Harry licked his lips. He always did love how responsive you were, so he told you, in that raspy voice he knew you drooled over. His hands clamped down onto your waist before he began to finally move into a solid rhythm.

One of your hands came to cover your mouth while the other tugged at the bed sheets. Your eyes squinted closed, your mind going fuzzy as stars danced behind your lids. The hand around your mouth was suddenly tugged away, causing a gasp moan combo to leave your swollen lips.

"I want to hear you, darling. Don't hide from me." Harry leaned over to plant a heavy kiss against your lips. His hips didn't stop slamming into you while his lips dragged across your cheek. "Are you close?"

You nodded your head quickly, one hand wrapping around the back Harry's neck, the other around your dripping cock. Your moans bounced off the bring walls before colliding loudly with Harry's.

"Good boy." His hot breath fanned across your skin as he grunted. His hand abandoned your hip and instead latched onto your throat. "Merlin, fuck-" His hand gave your throat a gentle squeeze- just barely cutting off the air flow, making your legs clamp tightly against his skin.

Before you knew it, your hand was covered in your built up pleasure. His name left your lips as your back arched off the plush mattress. Once your walls clamped down around him, it didn’t take long for Harry to finish inside you. His thumb rubbed over your bobbing adams apple while you both recovered and caught your breath.

“I love you.” He whispered, kissing your warm cheek. He let out a chuckle when your chests collided. He sat up, pulling himself free and plopping himself down next to you. “You did so good, hun.” He held your hand gently rubbing his thumb along your knuckles to hide his yawn.

“I love you too, baby.” You giggled, running a hand through your sweaty hair. You raised an eyebrow over the yawn, but decided not to say anything about it. “You did good too.”

“Just good?”

“Keep pushing your luck and it’ll be decent.”

“Ouch. My pride.”

"YOU'LL BE BACK" Gravity Falls Animatic!

Any good fic recs for tsoa?

I read a few, so have it here o/

a lesson in love by liionne [3,207]

“You have to go.” Achilles says, and his hands are on Patroclus’ chest, but they aren’t pushing. No- he’s doing a lot of things, but he’s not pushing. He’s memorising the feeling of smooth skin beneath his hands, and he’s counting the pulse that thuds beneath the right, committing that to memory too. He’s feeling the rise and fall of his best friend’s chest - best friend, boyfriend, lover, whatever; they all feel like synonyms now - and he’s meeting those dark brown eyes with his own. “If my mother catches you here she’ll kill you.”

“I know.” Patroclus murmurs, but he makes no move to go.

your name like a song by sarahyyy [1,108]

“Patroclus,” he sighs again into the dark, and means I wish I could, means I wish I dared, means I wish you wanted me too.

(History Is) A Pattern Of Timeless Moments by Brenda [3,180]

Achilles knew his truest triumphs would never be strung together in verse to be sung at campfires, knew that no poet or aoidos would ever know his greatest success. No, these conquests – the huff of Patroclus’ laughter against his throat, the sharp, sea-salt taste of Patroclus’ skin after a swim, the way Patroclus’ eyelids fluttered after every kiss – those were Achilles’ alone to cherish.

Or:

Four times Achilles and Patroclus were truly happy.

at least as deep as the pacific ocean by ninjee [5,166]

It’s not that Patroclus somehow has not noticed that his new favorite coffee shop seemed to only hire possible models, but, well. There’s a thin line between noticing and admiring a person’s looks and being fucking creepy about it.

When Rome’s In Ruins (We Are The Lions) by metwithdarkness [6,596]

So far, Patroclus has learned the following about Achilles:- He doesn’t get along with either of his parents, but- he lives with his dad when he’s not at school, and- his dad pays for college and - the frat house he lives in was named by his dad- (but really, does Achilles want to follow in his dad’s footsteps?)- (honestly, he’s not sure he does, but)- (what would he do instead?)Patroclus suggests being a male model and Achilles laughs so hard he snorts soda out of his nose. It’s humanizing, which is both awesome – after their runs, Patroclus was half-convinced Achilles was secretly a god – and terrible – god, if he’s human, he’s touchable, now isn’t he?

tell me again by jellybabiestomanual [907]

“How does that work? Achilles is so far out of his league and he can’t even see it.”

“I don’t get it. It must suck to date a blind kid, and Pat’s not even hot.”

They’d probably thought they were being quiet, but Patroclus is, after all, blind. His hearing compensates.

you’ll find me in the next life, if not this one by iwillbeyourgoal [3,547]

patroclus and achilles keep bumping into each other in their reincarnations.

…as the poets say by Palebluedot [607]

“Do you know the story of how people came to look as they do now?”

Patroclus shakes his head. “Will you tell it?”