#no complaints

[atlafan]

Layna's never been so ravenous for her boyfriend. Which is shocking because there have been many times where she's felt more than desperate to have his body on hers, but this is something different entirely.

Normally, she doesn't like winter by the time February hits. The holidays are long since over, and the snow is less magical. There's black ice everywhere, and the air hurts her face. All that being said, she just found a new reason to like winter.

Sweater vests.

She had no idea Harry even owned them until she saw him wearing one at the latest showing at her gallery. He looked so handsome. All dressed up in a pair of slacks, loafers, sweater vest, and a long jacket. He hasn't exactly been dressing appropriately for winter, so when she sees him walk into the gallery, she feels like the wind has been knocked out of her. Layna is a professional, but she only has so much willpower when it comes to Harry. She's let him fuck her in the backseat of her car in the gym parking lot for fuck's sake.

They lock eyes from across the room. Layna takes out her phone and sends him a text. He raises an eyebrow when he sees her name lit up on his phone.

You're mean

how am I mean?

You look too good

not sry

Bet you're wearing that nice cologne I like so much too

u bet ur🍑

need you

ur werking

come to my office, no one will notice if I slip away for a few minutes

bet

Harry shoves his phone into his jacket pocket and makes his way to Layna's office. It's in such a private area, she's not worried about being caught. Besides, the gallery sold out. Her work is essentially done for the night.

So, that's how Layna ended up clutching at Harry's chest with her leg up over his hip, pressed up against the door of her office on a work night. His lips are on her neck, sucking on her like a leech as her fucks her with his fingers. Her fingers twirl in the material of the vest and she's doing her best not to make too much noise. Her lips are going to be incredibly swollen by the time they're done. She's panting and near convulsing in his arms. Her fingers move up to his hair to rug on. It's finally grown out to a length where she can actually tug on it again. He moans into her neck and pushes her harder up against the door. One of his hands presses flat against it by her head, and she can't help but whimper as she looks at his pulsing veins and rings.

"Shit, I'm gonna make a mess." She gasps when she feels Harry's fingers fucking shallowly into her while his thumb rubs her clit. "I don't want to ruin your pants."

Harry pulls away and looks at her before sinking to his knees and wrapping his lips around her clit as he continues to fuck her with his fingers. Her hands fly right back to his hair. She nearly loses her balance, but Harry keeps her stead, placing one of her legs over his shoulder. He looks up at her and smirks, and that's when she loses it. She lets out a loud cry of his name as he laps away at her juices. He drags her panties back up when he's done and stands up slowly as he runs his hands up her body. He cups her jaw and licks into her mouth. She melts into him.

"I knew you'd like this outfit." He smirks. "Daddy cleans up real good when he wants to, hm?"

"You mean you did this to me on purpose?" She pouts.

"Payback for all your relentless teasing the last few weeks."

"You can't tell me that wearing shorts in the freezing cold doesn't look funny." She scoffs. "Besides, thought we made up from all of that."

"We did." He nods, squeezing her hips. "But I couldn't resist making you sweat."

"Well, you succeeded, and then some. Let me-"

"Nope." He steps back from her. "You can wait until we get home. I'm gonna shove my dick so far down your throat you'll be gagging all over it, and it'll ruin your pretty makeup. You're working, Layna. Compose yourself and be professional." He moves her, she's too stunned to speak. He wacks her ass before leaving the office.

A shiver runs up her spine. How much longer does she have to stay at work for?

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#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles x oc #no complaints

[vvespertinee]

Crisp Rat is being overshadowed in a movie where he’s the main character by a gay ship between his brother and the main antagonist.

#no complaints #super mario #bowser #Luigi #bowuigi

[respectthepetty]

First, you get your ass back in here RIGHT NOW and apologize to my boy. RIGHT NOW!

You don't throw money at people like that! You lay it on the table next to the bed, fanned out, so it's clear the agreed upon amount was left. It would've been nicer just to yell "WHORE!" at him and leave!

And this was not proper threesome etiquette. The more people involved, the less room for jealously there is. It's science.

Oh, and your little friend Captain sucks too! Let Keen live his life without you ruining it every two seconds! Damn, kid!

AND SOMEONE GO HUG PORSCHE!

Why are all of you so messy?!

Except you two. You have never done anything wrong in your lives. Y'all are angels. You're doing great, hons.

I don't know how many times I have to repeat this every week, but Phop better be alive when all of this is over. That boy is too good for all of this mess!

And to think this all began with a normal domestic argument in a different kitchen than was previously used.

I missed this show so damn much.

#playboyy #playboyy the series #I missed it #I'm so happy to have it back #I'm invested in each couple #no complaints #I love them all

[winters-rose-daughterofcain]

"If you need to be mean be mean to me."

Because if that isn't Lottie Fucking Matthews in a sentence I don't know what is. In her eyes she is a vessel. A vessel for dreams and promises and prophecies, for guidance and hope and survival. She is not a full person she is the medium she is the method. The crown is a wood woven chain, a reminder of how much good her sacrifice can achieve. All she wants is love, companionship, understanding. To be listened to, to be believed, to be cared for. Yet all she knows how to do is care. She will cut herself to ribbons and twist the truth around and around until it comes out palatable, until it comes out as a command as something doable instead of pure unattainable inevitability.

Because nothing is never enough, for the world, for those around her, for the ones she loves, for herself. It will never be enough, pain in the end, will forever be simple pain. But better her pain than someone else's. Because pain may be pain and sacrifice may never be enough, but even something momentary, even care on borrowed time is better than none at all. Because if you need to be mean be mean to her, she can take, she's had practise. She can take it on, free you off it. As she frees all the others, the ones who listen to her, who admire, who care, of the true, heavy weight of it. But it can't last forever, nothing lasts forever. On some level, some deep, unacknowledged level she knows this. She knows where the line is, when it's gone too far, when it's time to pass this burden along, and she does so to the one person who simultaneously understands her more then anyone and one who understands her the least.

To the person who never asked be have anyones anger directed their way, but to the person who takes it time and time again. To the person who keeps them alive by sustenance while she keeps them alive by hope. The the only person who could carry that weight, who could understand the cruelty that comes with it, who has never known love or care or tenderness, let alone admiration or reverence, to the person who hungers for it just as much as she dose. To the person who never truly believed her, never placed her higher, never gave her anywhere to fall from. The one who gave her a soft landing. To the one who understands, to the one who never will, to the one who's anger she has always taken the brunt off in her attempts to shield and love and be understood by the others.

"If you need to be mean be mean to me." Because how are you going to let me stay?

#yellowjackets #character analysis #lottie matthews #natalie scatorccio #lottienat #brought forth from the countless Lottie slideshows with this sound I've seen #no complaints #didn't even mean to add lottienat it just happened #oh well #it’s 4am someone stop me

[heavybreathingswift]

Noah Kahan writes songs for the girls who allowed their passive anger to slowly fill up their entire existence until they went blind with it

#text #noah kahan #orange juice #growing sideways #the view between villages #stick season #halloween #strawberry wine #call your mom #your needs my needs #no complaints

[gonturan0]

GHOST TRICK GHOST TRICK GHOST TRICK GHOST TRICK

#GHOST TRICK #I FINISHED THE GAME #IT WAS GREAT GO PLAY IT #NO COMPLAINTS

[call-me-medusa]

#noah kahan #no complaints #stick season #stick season (we'll all be here forever) #we'll all be here forever

[arialerendeair]

Hi! 👋🏼 Happy Birthday!! BB!Dreamling prompt:

Hob is a teenage townie and Dream visits his seaside town to stay with his family in their fancy summer house.

Hob works at the country club and Dream is stuck up but fascinated by the boy who (respectfully 😉) doesn’t take Dream's shit (and who has a mouth that looks kissable and whose ass looks criminal in those uniform shorts).

Summer shenanigans and kissing behind the pool shed,,,and talking adulting on the golf course at night.

Thank you for the birthday wishes anon!!

The Dirty Dancing vibes of this particular prompt are immaclate and I love them so much. Hob should be in all of the short shorts, all of the time. Unquestionably. Put that man's hairy thighs on display, he deserves it!

I love the idea that Dream is fascinated by this boy who does not give him everything that he demands/wants the second he asks for it, who tells him no, and then laughs when he is indignant. Who, at first, Dream was disgusted by, how readily he was shirtless and sweaty and sun-kissed, only to, now, after almost three weeks in close proximity, is the leading star in all of his Dream's fantasies. He wants to devour Hob, wants to break him apart, give him another reason to be sweaty and to make him scream loud enough for the entire club to hear it.

It only gets worse when Hob is put on pool duty, and Dream stares hungrily at the bulge in those shorts for a truly inadvisable amount of time. He should be embarassed, but he wants, and he cannot remember the last time that he wanted as fiercely as he wants Hob. Of course, they're not meant to be, and he spends his days at the pool, and his evenings jerking off, thinking of Hob.

It all comes to a head when they are mostly alone at the pool (they are alone, everyone else had gone out drinking and golfing, a far superior way to spend time in their eyes) and Hob had bent over, the shorts puling higher, tighter, all in the name of cleaning the pool, and Dream hadn't been able to muffle the moan that escaped him at the sight.

Hob spins around, looking at him, and Dream is mortified, turned on, and afraid, all at the same time. It's only when Hob continues to stare, and he can see that bulge getting more and more pronounced that Dream realizes Hob might want him back. So he licks his lips and raises an imperious eyebrow. Hob comes closer to, so Dream can see the sweat trailing down his neck and he has to muffle down another noise.

Hob is smirking and Dream wants to wipe away that smirk with the weight of his cock.

"About time, was wondering if you'd ever say something," Hob said, tucking one finger pointedly in the edge of his bathers. "Do you know how many shifts I had to trade for pool duty for more than a week?"

Dream's mouth goes dry at the rapid realizations. Hob is half-hard and growing harder. Hob was here on purpose. Hob was slowly, steadily, tugging the bathers lower and lower, exposing the line of hair going down his navel, and Dream knows that it is obvious how turned on he is, but he can't make himself move.

"If you want your mouth on my cock, and want mine on yours, shut your mouth and follow me to the staff cabins," Hob orders, pulling his suit back up, before striding back across the pool. It takes Dream a precious few seconds to realize that Hob is packing up, and he scrambles to do the same his blood on fire.

Later, when Hob has fucked him boneless (and spends the rest of the week doing so), Dream admits that he wishes they could do this outside the club. That he wants more. That he wants Hob. But their assignations feel stuck here, no matter what he wants more. He isn't expecting Hob to laugh and take his phone to program in his number. Nor is he expecting Hob to promise to take him on a date the following weekend. But that is what happens.

A week later, after dinner, a concert in the park, and desperate kissing against the bark of a tree, Dream brings Hob back to the house that he lives in alone, too big, and too much for one person, and feels it light up with his laughter. It takes surprisingly little to make Hob agree to stay, to come back again and again.

(It takes even less to convince Hob to wear certain parts of his uniform for Dream so he can live out some... recurring fantasies.)

#Aria Posts #Aria Answers #Dreamling #Birthday Prompts #Apparently it is putting Hob in short shorts hours #NO COMPLAINTS #ALWAYS HERE FOR IT

[sstarofthessea]

when noah kahan said:

#i felt that #noah kahan #noah kahan lyrics #all my love #growing sideways #stick season #no complaints #lyrics #mine

[person4924]

in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen.

#no complaints #noah kahan #fhajskjdks

[becausethathappens]

minutes later, in the future:

#link like: ru ok #freakshow #one to grow on #oh rhett #where's your head at.mp3 #good behavior #extremely normal shit only #.png #nonstop spanks and hugs lately #no complaints

[atlafan]

“Harry, can you just admit that you’re cold?” Layna asked her boyfriend as they walked home from the train.

“I’m not cold.”

“Yes, you are. You saw that it was going to hit 50 degrees today, wore shorts, and now you’re regretting it because, news flash, it’s still winter! You’re not even wearing your leggings!”

“They’re not leggings, they’re athletic - you know what? Be quiet.”

“Sorry, I thought talking would help distract you from your shivering.” She smirked.

“I regularly swim in cold water. Do you think a brisk walk outside has any effect on me?”

“Yes, yes I do. Your knees are knocking. What’s funny is, you’re bundled up on top. Is that because your head is always cold since you shaved it?”

“It’s growing in!”

“You’re the one who panic cut their hair when you got gum stuck in it instead of waiting for me to get home so I could get it loose with some peanut butter.”

“You’re really pissing me off today.”

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?” She moves to stand in front of him, halting him from walking. “Cause I was kind of thinking we could take a nice, steaming shower when we get home, and I could throw your sweatpants in the dryer so they’re extra warm. But if you feel like being mean to me because I care, go right ahead, baby.”

“Do I have to admit that I’m cold for you to do all those things?”

“No, but you will if you want me to,” she gets on her tip toes and whispers in his ear. His cheeks flush, even more than they already are. She grins up at him when she goes back to standing in his way.

“I’m cold.” He mutters.

“I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I’m cold!” He moves around her and grabs her hand so they can keep walking. “You better make good on what you just said because I swear to god if you think you can get away with teasing me, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“What do you take me for? I like taking the piss, but I’m not an idiot.” She scoffed. “You are, for thinking you’d be fine in shorts.”

“Layna!”

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#no complaints #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #harry styles #harry styles x oc #harry styles blurb

[2xhbergggg]

Aziracrow fics really will put them in a shower together, have them wash each others hair, then reffer to them as the bestest of friends

#no complaints #I just think it’s goofy #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziracrow fluff

[nammikisulora]

Happy Special Friend Day Anniversary to Kepler and Jacobi 🎆🎆🎆

#it isn't confirmed canon #but the day date and weather matches #no complaints #kepcobi #warren kepler #daniel jacobi #wolf 359

[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

AND NOW THE PAINS DIFFERENT, IT STILL EXISTS IT JUST ESCAPES DIFFERENT AND EVADES VISION. MAKES THE NEWS BORING AND MY RAGE DISTANT. YES I'M YOUNG AND LIVING DREAMS. IN LOVE WITH BEING NOTICED AND AFRAID OF BEING SEEN BUT I CAN FINALLY EAT AND I CAN FALL ASLEEP. IT'S FINE, FINE, FINE. I FINALLY GOT SEWED UP, SET A TIME AND I SHOWED UP AND NOW THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD AIN'T THAT BAD. WELL I SAW THE END, IT LOOKED JUST LIKE TEB MIDDLE. I GOT A PAPER AND PEN AND A PAGE WITH NO SPACE. I'LL FILL THE HOLE IN MY HEAD WITH PRESCRIPTION MEDICATION AND FORGOT HOW TO CRY. WHO AM I, WHO AM I TO COMPLAIN? TO COMPLAIN

#HE'S HERE #HE'S ARRIVED #noah kahan #stick season #stick season we'll all be here forever #we'll all be here forever #no complaints

[orion-sbelt]

ok…um…so…fuck.

#no complaints #noah kahan #lyrics