#flavor frenzy popsicle

[randomdoodler]

Just remembered the ridiculous amount of fan designs I made + some fun bear-enemy switcheroos

[jupiterzparadise]

2024 Summer Skin Contest finally opened up and I threw together a skin to submit, here's to hoping it doesn't get rejected (I'm so proud of how it turned out lmao)

As a bonus here's the 2023 Christmas Cavi Skin I did just cause she's so silly

[asktheposionedchaosbears]

Ask the bears!

Non posioned bears: Mocha Sushi Pepper Cupcake Pineberry Jam Caviar Marshmallow Okra Flan Pomagrant Gumball Popsicle Candy corn matcha Posioned bears: Roquefort Ube Starfruit Meringue Bacon Other: (something diffrent happened to them) Waffle You can also ask lore related questions!

[gdomggdsss]

I just want them to be friends <\3

[thebestlifeguard]

How tall are you?? :3 (if you are taller than me, Candy corn, then I’m gonna be taking some of your height. /j)

also i don’t think Ive ever seen you draw yourself? So if you can, could you maybe draw urself? :33

-from the seasonal bear who is DEFINITELY your favoritest, Candy :3

I think I'm around uh... 4'10 or 5 foot...? Somewhere in that range!! ehe-

and the only art I have of myself that I've drawn is. . . .

is. . . .

.

.

.

.

.

.

w̶̢̜͈̬̐͛͂̓̍̇͗̏̚̚͠h̸̨͓̰̤̰̝͚̥̭͕͕̳͙̃̓̓̎̍̎͐̉͐́̓̿̾͂͠ä̶̹̥͓͕̲́̒͆͒̀͂̊͐̎̋͆̋̔́͝ͅṯ̴̤̥̣̆̐͐͒̉͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̢̨̦̪͖̲͕͖̞̱̱͇̘͑͜͝ḋ̸̢̨̛͔̞̲̠͚͛͑͌̈͒̚ḯ̸̫̤̓̇̈́͝d̵̯̭͛͠ ̴̧̧̡̛̺̤̙͖̤̪͉̫͙̖͚́̂͗́͗̆̑̅̔͂͝ͅḯ̴͍̘̻̲̠̝̤̝̼͙͙͙͓̼̔̍̃̅̊͋͘͝ͅ ̵̜͎͔̙̔͠d̴͉̰͉̘̖̹̙͐̍͐̅̃̐̽̀̈́̾͒̄͘̚͘ơ̶̧̠̱̗̠̖̻̠̰͙̐̄͂̈̾̉̈ ̵̡̢̡̮͈̹̳̪̝̘̊̀͗̅̀͠͠͠ẁ̴̛͖̣̦̗̰͙͍͉̈́̽̆͒ŗ̵͚̃̋̄̋̏̌̃̄͋̐͒̈́̾͝͝ō̴̧̼̹̥̗̗̮͉͉̙̖̲̂̆͗̈́̿̊͝n̶̢͕̞̜̟̪͓̲͚̥̮̳͙͔͛̑̐͝g̸͖̙̼͇͓̼̖̽̋͋͌̐́?̵̝̮̙̟̦̥̜͖̣͕̀̀̃

̵̨̡̧̙̼̹̮̉̆̾̐̓̓̆̄͘͝ͅ ̴̨̧̣̟̜̰̞̣̿̅͆̀͆͊̚ẅ̵̧̠̰̀́̂̔͊̂̐̊̊̚̚͝h̴͈͇͙͎̫̭͔̠̙͛̉̄͘ỹ̷̬̏͐͐͆̌ ̴̮͍̃̈́ḑ̶͍̯̄̆̇̑͒͂ͅͅͅi̵̢̧̛̥̰̺͂͐̃̏̀͗̃̀̈̊͒̎̋͝ͅd̵̢̢͖͉͓̜̲̣͕̟̝͔͙̻͈̑͊̀̿̍̂̇͊̍͊̈́ ̵͇̯͕̓̓͋̃͐͋̀́͂̀͠͝ţ̷̙̩͕͙͎̘͕̆̆̀̎̓͂̌͋̄̚̕h̷̢̼̟͔̤̘̟̬͕͋͊̒͐̑̍̀̊́͜͝͠ͅe̷͓̙͂͆̒̒̑́̒͘ỷ̸̨͙͕̲̻̲̉̀̊̈́̓̉̀̚ ̸̧̼̩̪̺̠̮͖̘̞̼͕͖̥̆̊̓͝d̴̬͖̳̹̻̣̗͈̩̿̑̓͐͋̿̇̑̑̏̇͑̚͝͝ͅͅǫ̶̛̩̻͚̰̗͓̥̝͓͕̽͊̀̆͗̆̂̄͗̃͋̂͘͝ͅ ̶̨̢̲̦̯̬͕̼̲͉̝̹̗͉̀̽͐̐͋t̵̯̮͙̝̰̾͑̔̇ḩ̷̡̡̨̨̛̭͖͉͕̟̖̘̼̩͛̅͌͊̍̀̅̔͋̚ͅi̴̢̛̤͖̞̜̼̒̎͂̑͂͒͌̅̈́s̴̨̛̺͉̤͈̭̪̣̰̆̈́̇͝ ̷̙̣̟̖̽̒̏̀̓̆͋̉̕͜͠t̶̡̡̰̱̱͎͔̫̖̬̟̏̆̑͐͂̕o̵̢̱̥̪̱̹͍̭͇̬͇̲͋́͒͆̐̀̃̆̎̎̄̎͘ͅ ̵̹͍̙̝̟̯̱͌̔̋́̎̽͂̊̌͊̈̚ͅm̸̧͔͙͖̥͇̥̩̯͙̝̖̫̆͂̃̓ē̸̛͎̹̰̳̖͌̽̃̇͒͆͛̚ͅ?̵̨̣̭̮̯͓̿̃̇̍͗̊͊̑̊̏̋̉̊͝

̴̨̘̣͇̉̈̐̚ ̶̡̛̦̗͓͚̙͔̖̾͊̋̑̑͋̆͘̚̚͠͠i̶̤̜̱͈̖̭̘̳̮̭͐ͅ ̸̛̰̗̤̫͉̃̑͒̑͑̓̉́͂́ḑ̵̨͕̘̘̔̊̋͊̀́̕ï̴͓̬͍̟͚̱͔̠̃̆̈́̑́͑d̶̛͉̆̈̄̀̂̑ ̵̼̥̘̣̼͓̻̫̱̲͓̊͊͌̇ę̸͎͍̦̞͚̯͔̥̥̟̠͉̳́̾̈̉̽̓̏̉̅v̵̨͎̯̾̐͜ȩ̷͔̰̲̳̔͋̈́͑̎̆̍̓̂͒̆̓̂̄̇ȑ̷̦͒̀̀́̉̇̀͛̕y̵̨͉̝͍̮̳̤̜͗̾̿̚t̵͚̗̙͊͐̓͒̾͘h̵̕͝��̛̯͕̒̑͑̽̀͛̋̚i̴͉̩͉͇̞͖̝̭̲̩͛̎̈́̇̀͌̓͜͝͠n̶̨̡̛͉̮̘̙͙͔̗̻͚̜̬͑̀̓̋͑̃̒́͆̕͝͝g̵̨͕̺̻̠̖͕̣̈́ ̴̡̡͚̜̪̇̄̿̇͑̍͒͊̉̀͝í̴̛̹̹͉̖̰̣̬͚̹͕̖̹̕ ̴̧̩̘̱̺̠̱̩͒͂̅w̴̡̛͍͇̹̟͇̦̰̘̳̰̩̜̬̍̏̿̏̈́͜͝͠͠a̸̧̡̧̛͚̙̗͕̙̘̫̠̩̝̖̠͂̽͑̾̽̆̚͝s̸̢̹̾̈̈́̈́͊̀̋̽͗̚ ̵̧̮̠͈̹̦̩͎͖͗͋̀̐̿̆̅͊̈̚s̵̺̖̞͇̩̩̖̀u̵̡̝̰̞̝̟̞̯̚͜͠ͅp̴͉̗̦̘͚̥̏͜ṗ̵̳͂͂̅̀̈̃́̎͐̏̀́̃͠ͅo̸̮̬̰̠̜̘͌͛͊̒̑́̾͂͘s̷̢̧̜̫͙̫̘̼̹̙̫̗̗̬͒̈̑͐͋̑͂͌̈̎̒͐̒̌ȩ̷͉͚̜̩̰̺̱̪͎̖͚̲̮̐̓̽̎̿͌̑̄̆̏́̍̄͝d̴̝̫̩͛̇ ̶͉̪̤͓͖̤͓̗͌̃͐̅͂͋̒̋̓͝t̷͎̘͌̄̏̅̓̓̑̓͒̿̚̚͠o̴̘͉͙̮̩͍̹̓͠͝ͅ.̶̢̜̖͚̝̳̟̖̤̟̟̠͊͐̇̄̑́̄̽́̐͜͜͝ ̴̢͖͕̺̻̘̹̰͍͈͖̳̈́̃̊͜.̶̦͊̏̎͆̉͂̒̆̐̐̏̒͜͝͝ ̷̛̳̹͚̫͈̤͔̳̽̔̈́̂͛̚̚.̷̨̧͎͍̠̜̃̑̑̉̄̆̿̽̕ ̵̧̨̡̞͖̤̦̟̦̘̳̱̗̬̌͜

[city-luvr]

✩ MILKSHAKE ⌇ kageyama tobio

ʚɞ － mdni, nsfw content ahead. f!reader. character is aged up. established rel. ʚɞ － cw/tw : foodplay, fingering, oral (f!receiving) a/n : not proofread and longer than i originally planned, but i hope you all enjoy this!

summer finally came. 'tis the season for pool parties, popsicles, watermelons, and sparklers.

you and your boyfriend are hanging out at your place. the ac is broken and only using the fan still made you both sweaty. craving for something cold, you both decide to make milkshakes to combat the heat.

while sipping on your cool drink, an idea pops into your head. being the mischievous girlfriend that you were, you dipped your finger in whipped cream and wiped it across kageyama's cheek. stunned, he sat there wide-eyed for a moment before chuckling darkly, wiping the sticky cream away before chasing you to the end of the earth.

"come back here, you!" he yelled dark eyes and a menacing smirk as you ran for your life, but thanks to his physique, he was able to catch you. trapped in his arms, you tried to get away but to no avail. he had done the same and coated your cheek and lips with cream. you let out a giggle at his competitive nature and how easily he can get worked up. but, he also knew exactly how to get you worked up.

he kisses your cheek, cleans up the mess he made, and licks the dessert off of your skin. his cold hand caresses your waist while your hands automatically find their way to his hair, tugging on them. finally, he got to your lips. your oh so sweet lips.

despite countless times of making out, he can never get enough of you. he sucks on your bottom lip before gently nibbling on it and clashing his tongue with yours. the milkshake lingered in your mouth. and boy if that doesn't drive him crazy. the taste of your lips was beyond this world, but when your flavor mixes with his, he thinks nothing can ever compare to it. your soft, delectable lips against his, with the faint hint of the sugary drink had his mind going into a frenzy.

while all of this plays out, his fingers work their way under your shorts and underwear. his chilly fingertips start tracing circles on your clit, causing you to gasp through the kiss. suddenly, a vision came to his mind.

you were sprawled all over the kitchen counter, legs spread wide, completely naked, and your dripping cunt in full display for him. "lay down for me, baby." he whispers, against your ear to which you obliged.

he takes a sip of the milkshake, swiping a little bit of the whipped cream on your nipples. you shivered and let out a breathy moan from the contact. he took his time playing with your perky nubs, knowing full well how much you liked it when he does. "f-fuck... tobio." he bit on your buds and proceeded to flick his tongue. he sucked on your areola, and your walls clenched on nothing when he did.

his other hand that was playing with your other breast moved down and traced along your slit that was already drenched with slick. he finally left your mounds alone, and before you could even blink, he was already eating you out.

his fingers were pumping into your sopping pussy while he sucked and flicked his tongue on your clit. he pulled away for a second to dip his fingers in whipped cream and smeared it all over your throbbing clit.

your essence blending with the residue of milk on his tongue and the saccharine cream that melted on your clit had his mind blown away. accompanied by your sickeningly sweet juices was your sugary whimpers that went straight to his dick.

you knew he was rock hard, and you couldn't wait to get a taste of his milk later. but before you could fantasize about the thought, you felt the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone. "shit t-tobio, i'm close! s-so close." you cried out.

he started curling his long slender fingers, rubbing against your spot and making your toes curl from the pleasure. "fuck, that's it, baby. let go for me." and with a few more thrusts of his fingers and flicks of his warm tongue, he made you cum so hard for him. tobio made sure to not let a drop go to waste and sucked you clean, licking his lips as he looked up at you, starving and drunk on your pussy.

"you taste so sweet, baby. so wet and sweet for me. let me have another taste, yeah?"

© city-luvr — do not steal, plagiarize, translate, and/or repost my works on any site

support banner by cafekitsune

[lixydoesart]

Popsicle from the game Flavor Frenzy over on Roblox!

[complicatedandstained]

Cold

The air in Halloween Town has a crispness to it, not unlike the first bite of a fresh apple. It carries a chill that strokes the hair at the back of the neck, that sweeps through even the thickest layers of clothes, and that makes capes and cloaks billow.

Axel does not care. Or at least, he does not tend to notice. His fiery inner powers become manifest in this world. His skin turns bronze with pale glittering scales, two spiraling horns curve from either side of his skull, too large to be obscured even by his mane of hair, and when he sneezes, fire escapes his mouth in a vicious blue plume that has delighted more than one townsperson with its instant destruction of the nearest piece of furniture.

In short, Axel runs hot, so it stands to reason he would not immediately notice the absurdity of what he is now doing, which is pulling popsicle molds from the freezer, and passing them around to be popped from their plastic sheaths, wrapped in paper, and tied with orange and black ribbon.

“I’m not sure the trick-or-treaters are going to appreciate these as much as we do,” Roxas admits as he pops a popsicle into his mouth and coaxes another out of the tray. “I mean, I feel like a popsicle just walking outside.”

Axel hums, chuckles a bit, but does not look up, made strangely quiet by his focus. It’s a little more of a challenge for him not to melt the treats with a touch than for his friends.

“Couldn’t we keep the popsicles for ourselves and give out candy instead?” Xion proposes, cat ears twitching curiously, giving Axel a conspiratory nudge.

“Everyone will be giving out candy.” Axel grins, meeting their eyes and squeezing their shoulders. “It’s time to mix it up a bit.”

The first trick-or-treaters, a pair of fuzzy werewolf tots in witches’ hats, unwrap the treats in a curious frenzy, sniffing, shredded paper flying, and then they pause, raising their brows as if for permission. At a nod from Axel, they give the treats a tentative lick, and then toss their heads back and screech with delight.

Roxas and Xion can’t contain their laughter as Axel sings, “I told you so.”

The line to the door of their home is longer than a boogie man’s shadow, and even the Pumpkin King himself stops by and receives a treat—strawberry flavored. Jack Skellington gives it a lick with an inky black tongue, and offers Axel a bittersweet smile, “Ah,” he says, crossing his arms and giving a little shiver. “Icy. Now that takes me back.”

[crunchychickenwings]

Vanilla Ice Cream

pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

genre: no quirk au

tags: aged up characters, mild suggestive themes (?), implied dekubaku;)

wordcount: 1402

a/n: shouto is a sucker for you. This is my second work! I hope you like it ^^ You can comment any tips for improvements :D

🍦 Shouto is lost, hopeless, wrecked (not that kind of wreck you hoe). He saw you again, standing right in front of him with the counter of his ice cream truck serving as a barricade between the two of you. You always ordered multiple servings of ice cream and Shouto finds it cute that you have a sweet tooth, always eager to take home a variety of vanilla flavored ice cream. You never stay to eat your ice cream on one of the tables Shouto readied for the customers but today is different, very different, you ordered a vanilla popsicle this time and marched to one of the seats where he has a clear view of you, then your eyes bored at him as you feast on your ice popsicle— it was at that moment, when Shouto desperately wished that he is the popsicle that you are sucking right now.

♧♧♧

Shouto situated himself in front of his old electric fan, his ice cream truck is not that much of a good airconditioned truck to satiate the frustrating heat from the blazing shine of the summer sun. He groaned when he felt his white tee clung on his skin, oh how he wished he could take a cold shower but the possibilities of having a customer prevented him from the cold shower that calls for him, with an audible sigh, he slumped back on his seat and settled with the warmth of the weather.

 “Hello”

 He whipped his head fast at the sound of what might be the fifth potential customer today, he stood up and neared the counter, only to stop as he saw a pair of bright eyes paired with a lovely smile.

 Oh!

 “Hi…” Shouto answered back with a monotoned voice, not the appropriate tone of voice to use when you are conversing with a customer but you are one of those people who isn’t bothered by it and Shouto appreciates you every time you visit his humble ice cream truck.

 “Business must be running low” she lolled her head to the side making his poor heart pound like the thundering hooves of a thousand wild stallions, it disgusts him that his hands accumulated sweat the longer she stayed close to his presence.

“Well, yes, people choose to stay indoors or buy frozen products in grocery stores instead of a simple ice cream truck like mine” he rubbed both of his sweaty palms on his khaki shorts and took a harsh gulp, cringing at how loud and awkward it sounded.

“Don’t worry, your ice cream still rocks”

“How come my ice cream is a rock?”

Stupefied by his answer, you belt out a laugh that almost made you fall on your knees, you leaned on the counter for support as you took quick deep breaths to regulate your breathing. The confused look on his face only egged your laugh to worsen and tried – note the keyword, tried – to tell your order in between gasps and laughs which he finds – without a doubt – sinful. He hastily went to the chest type freezer filled with popsicles and rummaged for your favorite choice of ice cream, Upon finding the correct flavor, he slammed it shut and took slow strides to prepare himself.

Okay, you can do this, there is nothing to get antsy with seeing he– oh my god she looks so pretty

“Oh, hey there again, I’ve calmed down so no need to be frightened now” you joked and tried to flatten the frenzy strands sticking out of your hair.

“I am not frightened, do you need plastic for this?” he politely asked which you shook your head in response.

“Nah, no need, sweet pea”

Gasp

 You called him sweet pea.

You grabbed your vanilla flavored popsicle and waved a hand at him, making him think that you will leave him alone again under the scorching heat of the sun but no, he is so wrong.

There you sat on the bright red chair, drinking in the radiant heat of summer, you took delightful slurps on your vanilla popsicle as soon as you freed it out of its wrapper. Your eyes stayed on his, not unblinking but slowed, yet the effect is sultry, inviting to be exact, its as if you are enticing him to come closer and have a taste of something much more, delicious than the product he sells.

Shouto swallowed the lump on his throat and averted his gaze in abrupt, unable to comprehend the intensity of your stare and the subtle ministrations you did with the poor popsicle, you are definitely thinking of the frozen treat as something else, It might be a disgusting sight to witness someone doing inappropriate actions to a simple ice popsicle but it’s far more different when you are making a small show on of the tables he cleaned earlier.

He noticed the residue of the popsicle on the wooden table and mumbled a soft curse at how he thought of it as his, this is so fucked up, you might be just unaware of how a sight for a sore eye you are with you eating the popsicle, there are possibilities of you being completely innocent with your popsicle and here he is, letting his carnal desires to eat him. His eyes shifted back and forth to your plump lips swallowing the icy treat with great gusto then at your hooded eyes that made him feel bothered down there, speaking of that, it was too late for him to realize that his boy is painfully grazing the fabric of his khaki shorts.  

Shouto is suddenly brought back to reality when a guy with a mop of forest green hair called out for him, a concerned look plastered on his face as he gauged Shouto’s condition, is he alright? Is the weather too hot for him that he almost looked like a tomato at how red his face is? Is he okay? 

“Shouto, are you okay?” 

“Perfectly fine” His answer did not manage to convince the worried man, making him more antsy. Izuku waved a shaky hand in front of Shouto’s face, desperately trying to get his attention, after a few more waves, he somehow made him look at him – a bit startled to say the least.

“Gosh, are you really okay?” he asked again with his brows pulled up, earning a slight nod and a clear of throat.

“You’re here Izuku” 

“Yes, I am” he chuckled at how aloof his friend can be.

“Do you have a gallon of chocolate ice cream? Katsuki’s been craving for your chocolate ice cream ever since we got back from Hawaii” Izuku added with a smile, his cheeks also flushing.

Shouto finally cooled down, thanks to his friend Izuku, and nodded along in response, sauntering his way towards the freezer and grabbing the gallon of ice cream before putting it inside the plastic bag with a cute calligraphy of his shop’s name that Momo created for him. He gave the packaged good to his friend and is immediately met with a giddy smile from him. 

“Thanks a lot! Want me to say hi for Katsuki? He really wanted to come with me but he has been aching since yesterday, I think he’s gonna be bedridden for a day or two” with a nervous chuckle, he rubbed a firm hand on his nape as he looked everywhere, avoiding the knowing stare that Shouto gave Izuku. 

“Sure, tell him it has strawberry bits” he said.

“Great, make sure to take breaks, it’s incredibly hot today” Izuku chirped before leaving the vicinity, giddy to give Katsuki his ice cream. 

Shouto wiped the beads of sweat on his chin and slumped on the chair which he sooner regretted because there you are, comfortably seated on the bright red chair while you took a long stripe of the white liquid slowly trickling on your forearm. Are you really hinting on something or you are just oblivious of your sensual actions?

Shouto’s mind went into a haywire as you slowly stood up from your seat, your flats hitting the stone pavement as you walked closer, a pair of heterochromic eyes noticing the gentle sway of your hips and Shouto is once again, deep within his desires under the 26 degrees heat of the summer heat. 

Your steps halted right at the counter, your arms rested on the cool marbled counter and leaned in, making you feel his warm breathing fanning right at your face, your scents mingling with each other. It was close enough to make the panic bubble inside him, to make his mind feel fuzzy and light-headed, he tried to keep a straight face but is failing miserably.

“You don’t mind if I order another popsicle?” you spoke softly, your voice low into a hush, almost like a whisper but Shouto still heard, bright and clear.

“I don’t mind…” he trailed off as his eyes followed your teeth nibbling at the skin of your plump lips. “What flavor do you want?” 

“How ‘bout something that tastes like you” you inquired with a smile, not a cute one but definitely a provocative kind of smile. With a little bit of choking, he quickly regained his composure, his voice dropping octaves as he muttered his answer. 

“That flavor is available”

[swampgallows]

i hate having to do fucking fbi maneuvers to throw out anything in my fucking house. the pantry is full of fucking garbage crackers and chips and shit and now those weird little flour bugs are everywhere and littering their husks on everything. my mom bought like 2 family size boxes of CHRISTMAS captain crunch, so you know it’s a few months old, because SHE likes it, but she would never dare eat it because she has completely fucking disordered eating, but she buys it because she hopes that me and my brother will eat it and then when we dont she falls into a depressive binge spiral, so now basically these 3-4 boxes of sugary junk cereals we didn’t ask for (cocoa puffs ‘ice cream scoops’, some kind of cookie crisp knock-off that tastes like spoiled milk) are just becoming hosts for these little bugs that love to hang out in cardboard and grain/cereal. thats what happened to the macaroni last time too, and i had to fucking sift out all the bug husks every time i made it. i took out the cookie cereal and saw it was full of husks, so i threw it out. i found a tupperware with biscotti and chocolate wafers in it FROM THANKSGIVING and threw out the contents, then took out the trash

however i know the tupperware they were sitting in is still sitting by the sink and unless i wash it and dry it and put it away (who the fuck even KNOWS where it “goes”) she’s going to see it and get worked up into a fucking frenzy about how THAT WAS REALLY GOOD BISCOTTI EVEN THOUGH I GOT IT AT THE DOLLAR STORE YKNOW SOMETIMES THE DOLLAR STORE GETS GOOD STUFF IF IT’S OVERSTOCK OR JUST DIDNT SELL, THAT WAS GOOD BISCOTTI, DID YOU THROW IT OUT??? yes i did because it was crawling with bugs and you have THREE MORE BOXES OF WAFERS IN THE FREEZER

two days ago i went to the supermarket with my mom to get milk and pick up pizza and she kept asking what kinds of ice cream i wanted, if i wanted fried chicken (all things that she wants but says she will get for me) and i had to keep fucking walking on eggshells to either dodge her questions or politely decline. she JUST bought two half-gallons (so, a GALLON) of moose tracks ice cream that are in the freezer and was like “should we get this flavor? what about this one?” and i was like thats okay mom i dont really want any ice cream right now and she sounded like she was going to cry and said “oh, i thought you liked ice cream...... since it’s hot out now” and i had to like assuage her ten times about how i like moose tracks and moose tracks is fine etc etc

we have literally a gallon of ice cream in the freezer, plus like ten boxes of popsicles, plus a bunch of eclairs and ice cream sandwiches, can we please buy fucking FOOD???? god i am so tired of living with this depressive hoarder bullshit

not to mention when i went to put the milk away once we got home i saw that my mom had at some other point in time purchased a bunch of old fashioned donuts (her favorite) like please buy some fucking FOOD!!

[miranda95]

Shatter Batter - Turns extracts into E-Liquid

Do you want to make a fine E-Juice/E-Liquid out of your fine CBD or herbal concentrates? Let's go for Shatter Batter. Shatter Batter is the best way to liquefy the cannabis and CBD concentrates. For more detail, read our Shatter Batter review to discover more.

What is Shatter Batter?

Shatter Batter is an emulsifier that comes in a variety of flavors. It can easily turn your herbal wax, oil, isolate, shatter, or butter into a fine liquid suitable for use in a tank or drip vape.

You don't have to look any further to learn how to make your own herbal oil. This method is made even faster, easier, and more cost-effective with Shatter Batter.

You can use it whenever and wherever you want. You will have a more pleasant experience because of the taste and smell.

Flavor profiles

Natural – Unflavored for those that enjoy the flavor of their concentrates.

Fruit Frenzy – A frenzy of fruit flavors. Strawberries, mangos, pineapples, and raspberries.

Ruby Rose – A delicate mix of strawberries, watermelon, and light cream.

Melon Craze – A mix of your favorite melon flavors.

Grapesicle – Just like your favorite treat as a kid. Grape popsicle.

Nutty Nana – As crazy as your Nana. A true representation of banana nut bread.

Pink Lemonade – As refreshing as a glass of cool clean lemonade.

What’s another method for mixing Shatter Batter with concentrates?

To liquidize your wax or other fine concentrates, try the following.

Fill a shot glass with one gram of your concentrate.

In a shot glass with your wax, pour 3 ml or more of your favorite Shatter Batter.

Fill a small frying pan or double boiler halfway with water, 3/4 to 1 inch deep. Bring the water to a boil in a large pot.

Place the shot glass in the boiling water for about 2 minutes, stirring continuously.

With gloves on, remove the hot Shatter Batter and shot glass from the boiling water and use the provided syringe to transfer the mixture to your favorite Vape Pen.

Vape and enjoy.

If you are interested in the product and wanna make a purchase, don't forget to use the Shatter Batter coupon code to save more.

[hrina]

Popsicles And Kiwis

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N RATING: R WORD COUNT: 4800+ REQUESTED: yes !

so this came from a small request about eating a popsicle and accidentally starting something that couldn’t be finished.......i went a bit overboard with it, but i hope u enjoy some smut! please let me know what u think :-) it rLY motivates me ! [feedback] [masterlist]

~*~

It’s hot.

The unbearable heat that’s swept over the country still hasn’t ceased. It had been hot when you’d woken up (Harry had yelped when you’d practically pushed him off the bed, moaning about how he just wanted to love on you and being met with your rebuttal of how his body was like a furnace and today that kind of temperature just wasn’t welcome). It had been hot when you’d arrived at Anne’s, and whilst you’d been eating lunch. You couldn’t stand it.

Thankfully, Anne had insisted on giving you a popsicle; she couldn’t have her son’s fiancée fainting in the middle of her kitchen, now could she? You had expressed your gratitude with a kiss to her cheek, and now you’re happily sucking on a raspberry-flavored treat on the couch. Harry’s documentary is playing on the television–Anne had said that she wanted to watch it with him (you’ve already seen it about four times, but really, that’s something that nobody needs to know).

“You little felon!” Anne laughs as the Harry on the screen pulls off his shirt, his pants quickly following. Your fiancé covers his face with his hands, leaning forward and groaning in embarrassment.

“I didn’t know they were gonna put that in!” he protests. He presses his forehead to your bare shins, which have been slung over his lap carelessly. You smile, watching Harry and his mum interact–every so often she lets out small, teasing quips, and she even tears up a few times, her pride getting the best of her.

“Dont cry, Mum,” Harry warns, “If you cry, I’m gonna cry.”

“I’m sorry,” Anne chuckles. She reaches for the remote to pause the documentary before standing and dusting off her pants. “I’ll be right back–I need some tissues.”

“Take your time,” you say, and she shoots you a grateful smile. 

Once she’s out of the lounge, you turn back to Harry, subconsciously swirling your tongue around the popsicle in your mouth. “She loves you so much,” you say, the thought slipping out.

You wait for a response, but when it doesn’t come, you lift your eyes. Harry’s staring at you intensely, gaze focused on where you’re sucking the sweet treat into your mouth, lips molding around the shape and cheeks hollowing almost pornographically. You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?” he blinks, snapping out of his obvious stupor. You smirk at him, hearing his mother ruffling around in the kitchen. A moment later, you extend your arm, offering the popsicle to him.

“Want a lick?”

“No,” his voice is hoarse as he watches you. He licks his lips, his jugular bobbing almost painfully in his throat. “No, I’m—you can have it. Finish it, please.”

Your brows knit together in confusion—what’s gotten into him? It’s only when you sit back, your legs shifting on his lap, that you feel it. Oh.

Oh.

“Are you…?” you trail off, the popsicle slipping from your mouth. The pursing of his lips is an unconscious answer, and you scowl. “Harry!”

“’M sorry!” he whispers fiercely, throwing up his hands. “Can’t control it!”

“Your mum is here!” you hiss at him, reaching over to slap his arm. He groans, but if anything, the sound is more sensual than pained. You frown—your ice cream hasn’t found its way back past your lips, not now since you’re aware of the effect that it has on him. You hear Anne make a triumphant sound from the kitchen and you assume that she’s finally found some tissues. Her footsteps become louder as she nears the lounge, and you turn back to Harry with an even expression.

“I’m finishing this,” you tell him, quietly but firmly. “It’s hot, and it’s not my fault that everything is hypersexual to you.”

“It’s not!” he protests, but you shush him.

“Try to make it go down before we have to leave,” you say, and then you pop the cold treat back into your mouth, giving it a particularly forceful suck just to spite him. Harry lets out an agonized groan just as his mum sashays back into the room.

“What’s wrong, love?” she asks, having heard the sound.

Harry shoots you a panicked look before clearing his throat and glancing back up at his mother. “Stomach ache,” he grits out. “Think it might be the heat. Mind if I duck out to use the loo?”

“Of course,” Anne nods. Harry springs up quickly as his mother sits down, taking full advantage of the time that it takes for her to get settled on the sofa. He’s out of the room before she even looks back up (which is convenient, obviously—the last thing either of you need is for her to see her son’s raging erection), and you’re forced to cram your popsicle into your mouth to hold in your laugh.

~*~

That fucking treat.

Harry swears under his breath as he rapidly unbuckles his jeans, forcing the constricting material only down to the middle of his thighs. He doesn’t have much time before his mum comes knocking and wondering if his abrupt stomach ache was a result of something he’d eaten. He pulls his cock out of his boxers, hissing as his thumb brushes the tip. There’s already a dollop of precum beading at the head, and he grits his teeth, wrapping a loose fist around himself.

“C’mon,” he mutters, starting at a quick, rough pace—usually he’d tease himself, but he’s painfully aware of the time constraint. He knows it won’t take long for him to get there, but he’s paranoid, and right now, his release seems impossibly distant.

“C’mon, be good for me.” Imagining you with him always does him in—he takes full advantage of that. For one fleeting second, he’s pounding into you; the next, you’re on your knees, waiting with parted lips and wide, expectant eyes. He swears yet again, frustrated that he’s unable to focus on a single memory without being overwhelmed by nearly all the sexual endeavours that you two have experienced.

He puts his left hand on the bathroom counter next to the toilet, trying to steady himself. The position is brief, however, seeing as a prominent, incredibly bright image pops into his mind. It’s something the two of you had only done once, after he’d returned from Jamaica. You’d jumped him the moment he’d stepped into your flat, peppering his face and neck with kisses and begging him to make up for lost time.

His left hand leaves the counter and joins his right. He presses his palms to the base of his cock, slowly sliding upwards towards his tip and hissing through his teeth. Though he’s unable to replicate the sensation perfectly, it’s enough. He can see you beneath him, eyes clouded over with both lust and love, hands pushing your breasts together as his dick slides between them fluidly. His thumb runs over his tip, and he imagines that he’s just bumped your chin in his eagerness, causing you to let out a small chuckle.

“Such pretty tits,” his whispers. He can practically hear your whimper—you love the praise, and the sound has been ingrained in his mind thanks to months upon months of being together.

His hands are picking up speed, and—almost subconsciously—he reaches down to squeeze his balls lightly. He can hear the documentary still playing a few rooms away, mixed with laughter—your laughter—and fuck, he knows he’s there.

“Good girl, such a good girl, pet,” he mumbles furiously. He balls his left hand into a fist, shoving his knuckles in his mouth to muffle the groan that escapes him as he finally explodes. Thick, opaque streams of cum shoot into the toilet, a few haphazard ropes dribbling down his hand. Harry closes his eyes, his lips forming around a silent prayer of gratitude.

He pulls on the roll of toilet paper, ripping off a piece to wipe his hand. He then tosses it into the trash can a few feet away; after a moment, he grabs some more, balling that up as well and meticulously covering the cum-covered tissue. He’s at his mum’s place, after all.

He flushes the toilet and turns on the faucet, looking up at his reflection in the mirror as he washes his hands. His cheeks are slightly flushes, eyes frenzied yet fucked-out. He runs his tongue over his lips lightly before turning the tap and shutting the flow of water. Your voice floats through the air, and over the ringing in his ears, he hears something about “checking up on him”.

He opens the door after the first knock. You’re standing there, your fist raised and your eyes wide in surprise. Harry takes advantage of your posture, his hand wrapping around your wrist and tugging you into the washroom.

“Wha—?” you yelp, but then his lips are on yours, subsequently cutting off your exclamation.

The kiss is bruising, and you can’t help but to melt into him as he grips your face in his hands. The tension leaves your shoulders, and your knees suddenly feel wobbly, like they’ll give out on you any second. Harry doesn’t fight the smile that curves along his lips; after a long moment, you place a delicate hand onto his chest, pulling back and inhaling deeply.

“Hi,” you murmur. Your fingertips come up to tap gently on your lips; you do that every time one of Harry’s kisses catches you by surprise. It’s almost like you’re trying to savour the flavour of his mouth.

He finds it unbearably adorable.

“Hi,” he smiles at you, his grin lopsided. He’s feeling the effects of his post-orgasmic haze: his insides are warm, eyes droopy, muscles loose and flexible. He always becomes insanely cuddly and affectionate after his release, and his mannerisms spark a flicker of recognition on your face.

“Did you…?” your lips part in surprise. His response is simply another pert kiss delivered to your nose, and you gasp, pushing away from him.

“Harry!”

“I’m sorry,” he says, but his words are painfully slow, and you can tell that he doesn’t really mean it. “Was nothing else I could do.”

“You could have—,” you break off abruptly, searching for another plausible option, but he’s right. Nothing—at least, nothing inconspicuous—could have been done to control his little problem. You abandon the rest of your sentence, letting out a long sigh and pinching the bridge of you nose in exasperation.

“I can’t believe I’m marrying you,” you say. Harry grins dopily at you, his eyes shining with love, and you just shake your head. His expression is enough to make you smile, though, and you close your eyes as you nuzzle your nose against his cheek. “I love you, you idiot.”

“That’s my girl,” he says, turning his head and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Love you more.”

~*~

Payback is a fucking bitch.

Your chest is puffed out, filled with a held breath that you can’t force yourself to release. Your lips are pursed, and your eyes are boring into your fiancé’s skull, silently urging him to quit it. Harry remains completely unaware, though, biting into the soft half of a kiwi and humming in delight. The sound is pure torture, and you have no other choice but to look away.

Usually, he does things like that on purpose. A tiny gesture to get you riled up—whether it be the pass of his hand on your lower back, or a small kiss to the crook between your shoulder and your neck—usually followed by a teasing smirk that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing. But this…this is downright painful, and it’s all because he’s so oblivious to the effect it has on you.

Why are you making it so much more sexual than it should be? He’s just eating a piece of fruit, for God’s sake. But then he dips his tongue into the crevice created by his teeth, his eyes closing in satisfaction, and you swallow convulsively. That’s why.

When he lets out a moan of pleasure, you snap.

“Can you stop that?” you demand.

Harry freezes, his eyes popping open and his brows knitting together in confusion. He pulls the kiwi away from his lips, and you want to sob. His mouth is shining with juice, a few haphazard droplets running down his chin. On cue, his tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he wipes the excess fluid away with the back of his hand.

“Sorry?” he asks—it’s not an apology, it’s him wondering if he’s heard you right.

“Can you—,” you grit your teeth, looking back down at the pasta that you’re cooking on the stove, “—just…fuck me.’

You mutter the last part under your breath, the words acting as an exasperated exclamation. Harry, however, pushes back from the kitchen table and rises from his chair. “Can I just ‘fuck you’?” he asks, his eyebrows still furrowed in bewilderment.

“No!” you say, before realizing that you want him to fuck you. “Yes,” you backtrack, before gritting your teeth; this really isn’t going well. “I mean—just stop eating that fucking fruit!”

He’s still confused—you can see it written all over his face—but your disgruntled behaviour makes him laugh. He circles around the counter, wrapping his arms around your midsection and pressing his forehead against the exposed nape of your neck. When he exhales, his hot breath tickles your skin, and you tighten your grip around the wooden spoon in your hand.

“Why’re you so cranky today, hmm?” Harry asks. He peppers a handful of kisses to your shoulder over the large t-shirt draping down your figure; you let out a shaky breath.

“’M not,” you mumble, glaring down at the pasta in the pot. You need to prepare lunch; there’s no time to act upon your needs.

“You are,” Harry muses. You sigh, setting down the spoon. It lands with a muffled noise onto the counter, and you reach forward, turning the knob on the stove and shutting it. The pasta can wait.

“Fine.” You spin around in Harry’s grasp. He steps back slightly, evidently not having expected the movement. Your gestures are dramatic and exaggerated, but you can’t find any other way to express your frustration. “I’m cranky because I’ve had to watch you basically eat out that kiwi for the past ten minutes. And it’s...it’s making me hot, okay?”

His brows were furrowed before, but now, with your confession ringing in his ears, they creep up his forehead until they’re almost disappearing into his hairline. Harry smirks, pinching his bottom lip in between his thumb and forefinger; his eyes are trained on you, smug and tempting and God, you just want to kiss the annoyingly handsome expression from his face.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you mumble, casting your gaze downward. You play with the silver band that circles around your ring finger, tapping the large diamond idly.

Harry snorts quietly, and you jut your bottom lip out into a pout. “C’mon now,” he says, stepping forward and running his thumb over your mouth, smoothing out your hurt features. “Don’t be like that. If you want something, you need only ask. Thought you knew tha’.”

“I do,” you breathe, tilting your head up so that your gaze locks with his. Your hands creep up his chest, fingers gripping the material of his crewneck. You wait, looking up at him expectantly—he usually makes the first move, and it’s something that you’ve come to love about him.

“Do you need to excuse yourself to the loo?”

You gasp, swatting half-heartedly at his shoulder, but a knowing smile curls at the corner of your lips anyways. Harry laughs loudly, baring his perfect teeth and the dimple that you constantly poke, despite his grumbling (you know he loves it though—he’d told you once while he was drunk).

“Last time I checked, we were the only ones here,” you murmur. You stare fixedly at the skin of his neck, running your fingers along where you know his veins bulge when he’s singing. You tap his jugular lightly, and he swallows in response. His hands find your face, and before you can make a sound, his mouth is on yours.

“’M sorry for teasing you, pet,” he grits out the words through hot, heavy kisses, “Lemme—fuck—lemme make it up to you.”

You whimper in affirmation, and he spins you to the side, pressing you against the counter a bit harder than was intended. A small, pained sound echoes in your throat, and Harry grimaces, kissing you softly and stroking your cheeks in apology.

“Sorry,” he says, “So sorry, love, I—”

“It’s okay!” you gasp, your voice bordering on frantic. He’s lit a fire in the pit of your stomach, and with each pass of his hands over your body, with each kiss from his lips, you can feel the flames crawling upwards, licking higher and higher until your chest is hot and tight with need. You pull at the collar of his blue crewneck. “Off, get this off, please.”

“Easy, easy,” Harry tells you. “Gonna take care of you, I promise.”

He stoops down slightly, placing his hands on the backs of your thighs and lifting demandingly. You help him, wrapping one leg around his waist before hopping up so that he has a firm grip on you. He exits your kitchen and carries you into the adjoining lounge, placing one knee on the couch before toppling over.

You squeal when you land on the cushions with a muffled noise, Harry groaning as his body plops down on top of you. A brief laugh leaves your lips before he’s stifling the sound with his mouth against yours. The chuckle that he makes melts into a moan when you run your tongue along his bottom lip, and he opens easily—eagerly—for you.

Before you know it, he’s got his right hand in your pants, wedged between the fabric of your shorts and your underwear. The elastic band of your bottoms presses against his wrist as he twists, finding your clit with ease and rubbing you through the cotton material of your panties. When you twitch underneath him, he lets out a satisfied sigh. “Oh, there it is.”

“Shut up,” you choke out, throwing your head back when he moves your underwear to the side so that he can brush his fingertips against you fully. Harry swears, frustrated with the awkward angle and the shorts that are still seated on your hips. With a final kiss to your lips, he pushes up so that he’s kneeling and moves down your body. His large fingers hook into the waistband of your bottoms and he pulls them down in one swift motion, knocking a gasp from your lungs.

“That’s it,” he mumbles, his eyes trained on the apex of your thighs, where a small wet spot is staining your panties. Your fists ball up tightly when he leans down, planting a long kiss to your left hip before running only the tip of his tongue along the skin right above the elastic of your knickers. A squeak leaves your lips when he presses his nose against where he knows your clit is practically throbbing with arousal underneath the fabric.

“So…warm.” It’s almost like he’s in a trance, his eyes closed and his lips puckered in thought as he nuzzles his cheek against your inner thigh. “Always so warm and ready for me, angel. Love your cunt.”

“Harry,” you say meekly, his name a plea for more and a reminder that you’re here, you’re with him, and you’re waiting for something. Harry finally opens his eyes, dark irises trained on you. His lips are pinker than usual and slightly swollen due to your fierce kisses, and his cheeks are flushed—he looks freshly-fucked, even though you haven’t even done anything yet.

“Sorry,” he apologizes softly. He litters kisses along the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs, and you can sense him slipping away again, getting lost in his own head. “So, so sorry, love. Lemme fix it.”

He pulls at the cotton covering your pelvis, eyes fixated on the skin that is revealed to him as he inches your panties down your legs. His nostrils flare when he smells how turned on you are—he’s been reduced to only the most primal of instincts, and your scent is driving him positively wild.

“Making me mad, love,” Harry says gruffly. He yanks your underwear down the rest of the way, and you thrash momentarily to fling them off. Harry’s on his stomach between your thighs, and you spread your legs a bit wider to grant him enough room. You lift your right leg so that your knee is nearly hooked over the back of the couch, and Harry burrows in deeper so that he can angle your left thigh over his shoulder. His large hands find your hips, holding you down as he leans in and inhales deeply.

“Fuck. Love how wet you get, angel. All for me, yeah?”

“Yes.” You hate how your voice shakes.

Harry hums in approval before pressing a quick, teasing kiss to your clit. You gasp at the brief stimulation, your hips bucking up involuntarily—he’s quick to pin them back down. The slight show of dominance makes something in your stomach curl deliciously, only adding to the flames that have spiralled out of control.

“Really wanna hear you, alright? You gonna be good for me, pet?”

“Yes, I will, I will, just—,” you huff, your impatience getting the best of you, “—please, Harry I’m so…it hurts, it—”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Harry shushes you, laying his cheek against your thigh, “’M sorry. Haven’t been very nice to you, have I?”

You stay silent, unsure of what to say. Thankfully, Harry continues, which only assures you that he hadn’t wanted an answer to begin with. “I’m gonna make it better, love. Gonna make you feel so much better.”

With that, he—quite literally—dives in.

You gasp when he wraps his lips around your clit, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub in rapid strokes. He’s merciless with his technique, pulling out all the tricks that he knows will have you positively quivering underneath him. Your hands fly down, fingers braiding into the soft tufts of curls atop his head, and you let out a shaky breath when you feel him give a firm suck to your clit.

“Fuck,” you whisper, your eyes fluttering shut. Harry hums against you, and the vibrations make you whimper quietly. For the next minute or so, the only sounds that can be heard are those of him greedily eating your cunt and you rewarding him with heavy pants and groans.

When his tongue begins to circle your entrance, you let out a particularly loud moan, opening your eyes and peering down at him. His hair is tousled from your fingers, and you only tighten your grip when he sighs against you. His nose is resting on your clit, and his eyes are closed in bliss, eyebrows high up on his forehead. It’s the same expression he wears when he’s fast asleep, vulnerable and exposed.

Except the bottom half of his face can’t be seen. His mouth is hidden from view, but you can feel the contrast—he’s licking and sucking and kissing with a franticness and an urgency that you’ve never quite seen before. You vaguely remember him telling you once that he enjoyed eating you, that you tasted tart and ripe and inviting—but you’d never truly believed it until now, when the evidence of his satisfaction is driving you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Harry—,” you warn, toes curling in pleasure, “Harry, I feel—oh God!”

He smirks against you. Your hips buck up, but he’s quick to pin them down, hands gripping you tightly and thumbs rubbing soothing circles along your skin. You pant, your chest heaving beneath the material of your t-shirt.

“Gonna cum for me?” Harry asks, his words slightly muffled against your clit. “Gonna help me out, love?”

“Yes, please,” you cry, “I w-wanna cum.”

“Do it for me, darling, c’mon…”

His words are utterly sinful, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. His hand pinches your left hip comfortingly before sliding up under your t-shirt, fingers dancing over your ribs until he finds your breast. “Fucking love these,” he tells you, pressing a pert kiss to your jumping clit. “Perfect, they are.”

“Oh!” you call out when he reattaches his lips to your clit, and God, he’s really determined to get you to cum. Your fingers are positively yanking at his hair, eliciting a deep, throaty groan from his lips. His own digits are playing with your nipple, tweaking it and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger and only adding to the powerful coil that’s tightening in your stomach.

“Wanna taste you, love,” Harry admits against you, his tongue stroking your outer lips with a gentle pressure. “If you cum for me, I’ll fuck you after—fuckin’ ruin you if you want me to.”

While he speaks, he keeps your clit stimulated with his thumb, rubbing harsh, unforgiving circles into the small bud. Your hips careen upwards and this time, he doesn’t bother pinning them down. A yelp gets caught in your throat, and you let out a pained, imploring sob. “Harry, I’m gonna—!”

“Yeah,” he whispers, more to himself than to you. “Yeah, give it to me…there we go, you’re there, you’ve got it…”

His cheeks practically hollow when he delivers one last powerful suck to your clit, and you cry out, body wracking with tremors and fingers locking in his hair. Harry kneads your breast gently, his thumb flicking against your nipple as you ride out your orgasm. Your thighs quiver around his head and haphazard whimpers fall from your lips, piercing the air as he watches in silent awe.

He doesn’t know how long it lasts, too caught up in watching the way your lips pull back over your teeth and how your brow forms that small crinkle that he loves so much. Eventually, your dry sobs die down, and you’re left spent and breathless, sprawled across the sofa. Your grip in his hair loosens and your hands fall to your sides, completely limp. In fact, your entire body has gone lax; the sight makes Harry smile with a smug kind of satisfaction.

“Oh, you did it, love,” he whispers, kissing your hip encouragingly. “You did it, I’m so proud…”

“Harry,” you mewl, “Harry, I need…need you, please—”

You lift your arms slightly before whining and letting them drop back down, lacking enough energy to properly convey your desire. Harry, however, understands perfectly. His lips part in surprise before he’s scrambling up and splaying himself out on top of you. He clings to you tightly, gently turning you over so that you’re both laying on your sides. You whimper, fingers flexing as you try to make grabby hands at him, and he hugs you, his lips pressed firmly against your forehead.

“Just need me close?” he mumbles, and you sigh quietly, rewarding him with a faint nod of your head.

You grip the material of his sweater in your fist, realizing something. “You never…never took this off.”

Harry chuckles, inhaling the sweet smell of your shampoo. “Do you want me to?”

“No,” you murmur, “S’okay. You’re…warm.”

He chuckles again, shifting slightly; you hiss when the fabric of his shorts brushes against your still-sensitive core. “Sorry, sorry,” he sputters, gritting his teeth at his mistake, “Christ, you came hard, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,” is all you say. You press your forehead against his collarbone, fingers dancing up and down his covered chest. Harry’s still as you explore his body, but he wheezes in pain when your thigh accidentally nudges the full, plump erection that is still trapped beneath his shorts. Your mouth pops open in surprise—you’d completely forgotten.

“Shit,” you whisper, “I’m so sorry. Do you want me to—?”

“No,” he cuts you off firmly, “No, I…you’re tired, love.”

“But I can—my hand?”

“No,” he says again, but there’s a faint smirk adorning his lips—he’s endeared by you and how you still want to get him off despite not being able to keep your eyes open. “Later,” he adds as an afterthought, because he knows that once you’ve started, you’re nearly insatiable, “We can do it later.”

He kisses your mouth softly, and without thinking, you part your lips and open up for him. It’s quite one-sided, seeing how you’re still drained, but he hums happily nonetheless, cupping your face in his hand and stroking along your cheek.

“Love you,” you breathe when he pulls back.

He smiles. “Love you more.”

He presses a series of smaller, teasing kisses to your lips—you giggle—before pausing. “And for the record,” he muses, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “I’d pick eating you over eating a fuckin’ kiwi any day.”

~*~

if you enjoyed this piece, please consider donating to my ko-fi! thank you bunches <3

[asktheposionedchaosbears]

could you give stats on everyone?

Ofc!! Non posioned bears: Mocha, Health: 90%, Looking for starfruit, Weapon: none Sushi, Health: 45% slowly increasing, In her room, weapon: none (it broke) Pepper: Health: 81%, Staying by Suishi's side, Weapon: sword Cupcake: Health: 100%, trying to comfort flan, Weapon: none Pineberry: health: 100%, Looking into what could've caused it, Weapon: none Jam: Health: 60%, Misses Waffle and Meringue, Weapon: Umbrella Caviar: Health: 100%, With Roquefort, Weapon: Minigun Marshmallow: Health: 95%, On lookout for any posioned bears, Weapon: gun Okra: Health: 90%, Trying to help the others, Weapon: Revolver Flan: Health: 50%, Misses Ube and Blames himself, Weapon: none (man got Powers like in cannon) Pomagrant: Health: 100%, trying to keep Gumball safe, Weapon: Pocket knife Gumball: Health: 100%, Trying to Keep Pomagrant safe, Weapon: Kitchen knife Popsicle: health: 100%, trying to comfort Matcha, Weapon: Surfboard Candy corn: Health: 100%, Trying to make other's laugh, Weapon: Big Circus hammer Matcha: Health: 39%, Just wants to see bacon again, Weapon: none Posioned bears: Roquefort: Status: Docile/dormant, With Caviar Ube: Status: Unknown, Unknown wereabouts Starfruit: Status: active/Dangerous, In the savoury city library Meringue: Status: Active/Dangerous, Locked in the Salon Bacon: Unkown, Still in her apartment

Others: Waffle, Health:???, She's not the same anymore

[airoasis]

25 Small Facts You Didn't Know 3 Minutes Ago

New Post has been published on https://hititem.kr/25-small-facts-you-didnt-know-3-minutes-ago/

25 Small Facts You Didn't Know 3 Minutes Ago

Are you a curious person? Do not deny it! All of us are! The sector round us is filled with surprises and secrets and techniques, so it is impossible not to be. So right here i am to fulfill your curiosity, and rather probably make you the most proficient person in any room. 1. Chocolate milk was as soon as a treatment This scrumptious beverage used to be at the start invented via an Irish medical professional when he was once touring to Jamaica back within the 17th century and observed how locals drank water blended with cocoa. After returning home he made some changes to the recipe and it was bought at a drugstore. 2. Chook’s saliva is absolutely an luxurious delicacy You might think that caviar and cakes are the meals of the wealthy.But in China, they choose Birds nest soup, and the swiftlets’ saliva is certainly one of its elements. This bizarre dish is believed to have first rate flavor and be just right for wellbeing. Three. The popsicle was invented via an eleven-12 months-historical boy again in 1905, Frank Epperson, who used to be most effective 11, left a blend of powder flavored soda water with a stir stick in it on the porch. Considering it was once really cold external on that night, the drink froze. And that is how your favorite hot climate treat used to be born! Four. Bananas’ curved form What makes all bananas appear like crescent moons? This yellow fruit grows in rainforests the place there may be now not much daylight.That’s why bananas bend attempting to arrive for the breaks of light in the canopy. 5. Elephants can not jump You could have visible them leaping in cartoons but its definitely not possible. And now not best for the reason that it can be hard to do it when you weigh four plenty or extra. The elephants have relatively susceptible leg muscle mass and rather rigid ankles. 6. Flamingos are born white or grey It takes them as much as 3 years to get their mature crimson, orange, or pink plumage. And the colour of their feathers changes given that they consume a lot of brine shrimp and algae.That is why zoo flamingos could flip white if theres not sufficient of those elements in their weight loss plan. 7. Cats are not able to taste sugar It simply so happens that their style buds for sweet should not very responsive. If your cat ate sweet and was beautiful delighted, it doesn’t suggest the pet has a candy tooth. It was once on the whole more in regards to the fats contained in that sweet. Eight. Crocodiles are not able to stick their tongues out Wanna be aware of easy methods to inform a crocodile from an alligator? Alligators can stick out their tongues whilst crocodiles don’t.There is a membrane that holds their tongue in location on the roof of their mouth so it doesnt move, which protects their airway once they spend a lot time underwater. 9. Your fats cells do not simply disappear If you’re seeking to shed just a few kilos, you wont virtually lose fat cells. They stay with you but alternate their size. And if you acquire weight they grow better. 10. Visitors lights can also be blue. Sure, you’ll discover it in Japan. Some traffic lights there turn blue instead of green due to the fact that historically both colours had been named with the same word. Eleven. Charles Darwin invented an place of job chair This noted scientist was once the primary who came up with the notion to connect wheels to a chair in order that he would transfer round extra rapidly. Yeah, he used to be an actual genius in spite of everything! 12. Hawaiian pizza is in reality Canadian This pizza with ham and pineapples was invented in Ontario in 1962 by way of a Canadian chef. He named it Hawaiian after the manufacturer of canned pineapple he used. Thirteen. Snail tooth are the toughest common fabric there is a form of aquatic snail known as limpet.Limpet teeth are one hundred occasions thinner than a human hair but they may be able to withstand extra strain than it takes to create diamonds from carbon. Earlier than, it was once believed that spider silk used to be the strongest material in the usual world. 14. Tigers have striped epidermis they are saying a leopard can not exchange its spots. However tigers are not able to change their stripes either on the grounds that their skin has the equal stripe pattern as their fur. Besides, the stripe sample is distinct for every animal identical to human fingerprints. 15. Champagne was once once used as shoe polish Wanna consider like a nineteenth-century aristocrat? Then just sprinkle some champagne for your sneakers when you consider that that is how they made their footwear shine back then.16. Bulls do not hate purple regardless of normal notion, bulls are more commonly colorblind to purple and inexperienced. Its the motion of the swinging material that sends them into a charging frenzy within the ring, due to the fact that they recall it a threat. 17. Silver objects dont purify water from bacteria. Silver does have antibacterial residences. Nonetheless, simply hanging something silver within the water, whether or not its a spoon, chain, or coin, wont reduce it, given that there arent enough silver ions to get that cleaning influence. 18. A cockroach can reside with out its head if you happen to ever had these insects in your apartment then you know how tough it’s to get rid of them. They appear quite invincible! And its partly true, considering a cockroach can live for a few weeks even after decapitation. 19. Chocolate used to be as soon as a forex Many centuries ago a tribe called the Aztecs could not grow cacao in the dry highlands of crucial Mexico.That’s why they traded with the Maya and different peoples to get it. Average men and women in the Aztec empire also needed to pay taxes with cocoa seeds. 20. A dog is as wise as a boy or girl I imply, each pet owner already believes that their pooch is a genius, right? But now science backs up this notion. Puppies are approximately as smart as a 2-year-ancient child. 21. A town the place mobile phones are banned. Its rough to assume existence without telephones, however inexperienced bank, placed in West Virginia, has turn out to be a phone-free zone in the identify of science. Right here, no wireless signals are allowed considering they could interfere with the work of probably the most world’s biggest radio telescopes in the national Radio Astronomy Observatory. 22. Fidgeting burns calories well, it makes sense since moving manner blasting calories. However just hear me out: in case you sit all day fidgeting that you could burn a whopping 600 calories! So, maintain tapping your finger and shaking your knee if you want to stay fit! 23.Your hair involves traces of gold Yep, youre an actual treasure, my pal! There are up to 14 elements in each strand of your hair, including nanoparticles of gold. 24. A writer expected how the giant would sink In 1898, U.S. Author Morgan Robertson wrote a novel referred to as Futility. Within the guide, he described how the largest ship of its day, that was once called the Titan, hit an iceberg and went beneath. And in 1912 ordinarily the same occurred in real life. What a creepy twist of fate! 25. Sporting orange might be dangerous to your career Its consistently difficult to opt for what to wear for a job interview to make a just right affect.For some motive, hiring managers to find orange the worst color and are more likely to reject a candidate wearing it. In case you marvel, the first-class color to put on is blue! Which of these tips have been the most superb for you? Let every body know in the comments beneath! Recollect to present this video a like, share it with your acquaintances, and click on subscribe to stay on the intense aspect of life! .

[thebestlifeguard]

What bears did you almost drown **coughs** Roqefort **coughs**

I SAVED HIM

I DID SAVE HIM

STOP TALKING ABOUT IT

STOP

STOP

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

i̴͉̤̗͓̰̲̹̪̦̟̭̭̾͑͊̃̄͆͐̃͂͊͜͜t̸̛̻̺̺̳͓̺̭͚̠̲̲̹̅̊́̈́̊͜ͅ'̶͖̞͙͕̯̰̭̝͍̯̱̮̯͋̌̀̄̐͂͒̏̔͂́̕͘̚͝ͅs̴̨̢̠̦̗̍̏̋̿͜͝͠ ̵̧̜̼̳͍̱̗͗͛̌̇͆̔̔͌̽̿̊͐̈́̔ͅs̷̨̛̘͍̣̠͓̫̲̗͉͍̼̫̔̅̿͑̓̉̔͑̒͂̇̀̀͜͝ơ̴̼̼͕͊̀̿̋̾͗̾͐ ̵̹̦̹̝͙̯́͌͋̔̅̚͝d̷̬̯̥̓̃̽͑ã̸̧̨̛̩͈̹͍̮̱̞͉̥͍̟̰́̓̆́́̚͜r̸̡͇̗͚͕̰͍͓̳̀͆̈̓́̿̓̅́̔k̷̢͔̿̔͒̽̈́̆̌̑ ̵̜̫̪̝̼͕̣̰̀́̌͌̏̒̓̈́̈́̽͜͝͝ả̶̡͈̰͇̗́̓́͊̆̌͊̏̏͠n̷̡̢̖̪̝̮̤̹͇͇̽͆͂̋͛̄̎̂́͋̈́d̸̢͍͉͗̈́̑͆̏ ̷̿̓̀̌͑̅͑͂̇̿̋̚ͅc̵̨̛̣̰̰̖̬̥͚͎͉̙̫̐̊̈́̓̍̾̿̾͆̉̎̊̕͠ͅơ̶͍̜̱̘̆͊̀̉̈́͆̆̋͜l̵̨̪͙̟͓̝̠̥̝̻͉̻͂̂̊́̋͊̀͊̒͂̽̓̊̍d̷̛͓̥͇̰̮̫̰̹̳͔̲͓̿͑́͆̀̆̈́̂̐̽̍.̵̨͍̠̪͚̜̠̬̖̱͓͈̹̠͕̊.̸͔̞̫͚̭̣̥̼͗̔̀͗͗̀̎́̀̈́̂̓͛͘̕.̵̖̰̮̭̖̞̜̥̥̄̈̀̌͌͂̂

̸̜͉̼͚̘̪̾̋̓ ̵̧̭͈̺̜̮̫͚̼̰͆͑́̋̆͌̅͑̋͜w̸̧̡̡̟̜̲̖̦̜͈̗̣̯̌̾͊͝h̸̢̨̡̨̛̲̘̘̩͉͈̉̐͐̋̈́̐̽̿ý̷̛̻̒̇̆̈́̾͂̓͛ ̷̥̘̜̆̀͗̿̈́̀̍̋̾̉͑c̵̺̦̮̟͇̜̹͙͎̜̜̱̋̎́̀̀̄͠á̵̧̢͉̗͕͉͚͎̓̈́̿͂̂̂͛̄̉̑̌͝n̷̛̦͚͇̔̍͒̃̾̇̿͝ͅ'̵̨̖̦̜͖̘̆̿͌͒̅̍̏̏́̔̈́͗̽̆͗ţ̷̬͕͚̾̂̑͐̊̏̈́ ̶̰̼̙̺̰̪̹̜͚̥͛̀̋̎̎̕͠i̵̩̙̬̰͎̙͓̰̅͐̈̓̂͜ͅͅ ̶͔̖̱̟̤̹̼͉̐̿̔̿̐̋͆͐͂̚͘͝b̴̢̨̥̱̩̉͜͜ȑ̷̨̡͎̲̭́̓͌̑͝͠ḙ̴̢͈̮̺̈́̈́ä̴̺̟͉̜̜̱̙̺̫̰̥͔̳͔̰́́̍́̉́͛́͋͐̏̎̓̊t̸̛̮̱̾̔̐̅͂̽͂̎̀̓͘͝h̶̨̛̤̼͉̜̦͇̖͚̱̪͆̐̽̀͑̇́͒̌̀̒̕̕͝ͅȩ̴̦̻̘̱̫͚̠̟̍̐͛͒͂̀̃̾͂̈́̒͌͑̚̚͜?̴̠̄̂̾

̵̢̰̯̤̥̤̮̜̓ ̸͔̻͑̎̉̓̾̅̍̎͝͝ḯ̷̧̛̼͔͙̘͕͔̗͙͉̺͇̫̳̇̆̈́̈́͗̓̎̚̚ͅş̵̘̖̣̖̣͎͑̍̇ ̶̡̛̰̈́̾̓̓̂̌͛͊̒̓̅͘͝͝ẗ̴͖̞̠̠̗̼̼̼̮̲̟̱̹̲̾͜h̵̙̻̣̦͔̫͉̰̯͚̮͑͌̅̒̐̀̒̋͂͊̉̀̓̚i̸͉̩̊̔̆́ͅs̶͕͕̮͉̖̬͍̳̳͇̙̼̖̠̉̒̍̀̈́̉̒̚ ̴̘̩̅̌̏̉̊̒͝ẅ̵̡̤̩̗́̆̅̇̅̃͛́ḩ̴̛̺͚̦̤͚̰̝̣̹̪͓̐̎͌͋̆̊́̋͒͂̈́͆̓́ͅä̶̢̡̰̠̯̬͈͕̓̓t̶̨͈̞̰̰͇͈͎̲̩̬͈͂ ̴̛̞̺̜͙̱̳̬͔̫̤̤̏̀͒̈͗̐̋̿̈́̍ͅd̵͈͖͉͈̬͔̭͕͂̀̀͌̾̕e̵̢̜̙̣̥̼̘͙̥̠̬̯̰̍͠ͅą̵̭̫̞͔͔̊͌́̈́̅́̿͂̚̕͝͠ţ̷̤̜̫͔̅̽̉̋̂͠h̶̞͎̉̆́̅̈́͗̆̂͘̚͜͠ ̵̱͈̝͐̓͑̔́͋̈͋ͅf̵̡̛͚͉̗̯̱̩̗͕͊͊͆͛̓̔̿́͋̉̍̕̚ḙ̴̛̰̫̱͇̻̣̿̔̈́͒͗̈́́e̴͙̤̙̜͕͈͓̗͖̘̘̙̥̓͗͒ļ̷̣̮̺̞̯̎̅̀̃͝s̵̛̯̼̙͛̀͊́̋̒͑̎̑͜͝͝ ̵͕͙̾̽͊̇l̵̨̧̢̦̝͚͖̖̩̪͍͇̮̣͔͐̒́̈́i̴̡̡̞̪͓̠̳̤͗̚ͅk̸͚͔̝̥̠̟͕̙̔ȩ̸̧̧̖͈̰̪̣̈́̌̈́̄͗̇̈́̕͜͝?̷̢̪͎̐̈́̂͑̓̊͌̑