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euphoricdr3ams · 5 months

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as trash as it is. its something very releasing to vent to the internet about my problems than to just write in journal where i basically just feels like I'm talking to myself...

I've been talking to myself so much in my head that i want basically need to share with the outside people. But thats a double edge sword because people are tired and exhausted and have their own shit going on. And if they do have the emotional capacity to deal with me. Its a slippery slope. Like how real can i really be with you. if i say this one thing will i make you upset about something you repressed too.

But I also can't be on a constant zoom call with my therapist either soooooo to the internet I come with all of my problems. :)

I think what im gonna do right now while under the influence is unpack at least one statement via written format that my friends have been screaming at me for months. that if it could just instantly process in my mind what would it be.

She said "I wish you understood that you deserve better than what you think. You are worthy. And i wish you appreciate yourself as much as i appreciate you"

I may have messed up that up but that was the gist of it. Sooooo that was really sweet and honestly lets just start here and maybe we'll come to a realization by the end of this post.

Its kinda telling my first reaction was how i feel like ive been slacking in the friend department and how i wanna just rush and be done with all of this so i can be the bright and bubbly person i knew myself to be.

"I wish you understood that you deserve better than what you think."

I kinda just at here and stared at this statement for about 3 mins. Well on first notice. When i try to repeat that to myself it sounds like nice and definitely some stuff i said to hundreds of people in my life. Permeant and passing guest in this story. But repeating that phrase back to myself just sounds phony.

Like what is so interesting about me that assumes i deserve better. Like at the end of the day, we're all humans so why should i live with this air of what i assume is arrogance that I am immune to the trails of this life and that I who has had such a leg up in this world. Deserve more than someone else who there's no competition has had it way worse. So to everyone else yes to me no. Honestly thats BS. I should give myself the same grace and space as i do everyone else but its like when i try to reach for the empathy string for myself its as if we've run out of thread.

Like if life was a game. Which it is. Then, how can someone who came in with at least plus 2 fuck up so bad. Like at this point. I would just be somewhat happy to finish. Cuz trying to make some sort of rebound or comeback from that sounds impossible so why even try to let that idea sink in your head. So at this point. Just finishing is a leg up. Cuz even that is alot. And its kinda like how dare you like waste the efforts of the people who helped you get to this point. Like its a long history. Your ancestors and the people in your life right now so how could you fuck up. Like you should have been really paying attention when people are sharing their stories. You would have saved yourself so much headache. soooooooooo why should i dream about better. I know im stuck in a toxic thinking trap with that last blurb but like this isn't no healed chronicles. We're basically starting from the beginning and maybe we'll reach some healed state by the end.

I guess since my thoughts are basically below the earth crust. It's hard to imagine better than where i'm at right now. I paused tbh. I let the same song loop twice before really type again. I think theres something below the earth crust and thats about how dark my thoughts are. XD

its not funny. but its also hilarious at the same time. Yea my perception of myself so down. I felt the most full as a person and as a human being when i had my ex. Like i felt like i was better and i could do better and that i was worthy. And its not like he was really all that. Honestly he was a piece of shit. If the two people i have on here actually made it down this far. They could write a 100 page paper on how trash he was and how he doesn't deserve anything good ever again. But that level of anger i cant find it there for him fullly. Most of that resent is back at me for not smacking the dog shit out of him and leaving. He even suggested i do it. and i couldn't. I really loved that man and the thought of doing that even after all that is so bad. I wouldn't forgive myself. I wanna be able to do that but its not there cuz i dont deserve it. ughhh. Like all i can really feel is sorrow that i couldn't be all that he needed and thinking i failed him.

Im really pathetic.

I'm kinda really happy that i'm so lit right now cuz i would be having a whole meltdown.

Like the thought is that, at least he wanted to stay for a while. Most ppl just take an immediately leave. They dont even ask so i should be grateful.

Honestly I think thats part of the reason Why i was so happy regardless of the situation. Also doesn't help I have this song on loop. It about the listener be happy to die right now because they already found their person so they've already peaked. Its like a love song out of desperation instead of confirmation that the other person feels the same.

if i would have died during that relationship i would have said i went out happy. This was how i felt before all the fuckery started. I was so happy with my love and just him that i could have been just happy. He never was. He wanted more as he sucked all of that in the moment happiness i had and turned it into just a depressing mess. Turned it into someone who has so much anxious energy its ridiculous.

Out of the 2323232323233232323232232323232 *many* people i have had sex with at least he wanted to be here :) for a bit until he basically just lied about everything and took off his facade. Then i was tossed out like the trash. its coool i find a way to recover. Even if i have to just :). My way out of this. It's worked a bit up to this point. Why would it not work now...... right? I'm fine. I have no choice but to be.

I was gonna finish this but I'mma need a minute. Maybe that was ambitious of me. I feel a bit panic-y and dizzy so imma just chill for now. Till next time i guess

#depressing shit #lonliness #diary #healing journey #self reflection

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babyjakes · 2 years

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the ways of womanhood. [blurb.]

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summary | curtis is set on making you a good little wife, perhaps even more.

pairing | dark!curtis everett x innocent!reader

warnings | filthy curtis things <33, very dark!curtis but also?? soft!dark curtis i guess :’-), dub-con? non-con? yeah, manipulation/lying, fingering (stretching), squirting, tiny bit of mocking/degredation, praise kink, breeding kink, implied non-con intercourse to follow, calling him “sir” !!

word count | 452

requested by @curbitkirby | For blurb night, how about a Curtis fic where he has a breeding kink and has picked a sheltered young woman (either from the train or an au) and when he breaks in, shes just like, “oh, new mentor, you must be here to teach me my womanly duties,” and he’s like, “ok, I can use this, we’ll start with the basics,” and feels her up and tells her what a husband should do, teaches her how to kiss, and when she’s all dreamy eyed and breathless, he starts tugging at her skirt and asks, “wanna play mommy and daddy? I’ll show you how, sweetheart,” and at first she’s skeptical, but he keeps her on her hands and knees as he scissors his fingers into her and assures her that its normal to be getting so wet and her legs are supposed to shake and of course three fingers hurt and a forth will hurt even more (and he can’t wait ‘til the tip of his cock is kissing her cervix, because if she’s mewing and crying now, his actual dick is gonna make her bleed), and how he’s so proud of her for being so good at their game, and the whole time he’s promising he’s just getting her ready for her future husband, and that he won’t fuck her, but of course he’s lying.

an | hey friend, thanks so much for this request and congrats on being the very first submission picked for blurb night! okay okay so admittedly this is my first fitlhy curtis piece, i hope i did him justice :’-) since this is a blurb i kind of condensed things and much is implied or left up to the reader’s imagination, but nonetheless i so so so hope you enjoy!!

You want more than anything to please your new mentor. He came all this way to show you the ways of womanhood, to make you into the perfect lady and wife.

But as he crouches behind you on the thin mattress of your twin-sized bed, one arm firmly secured over your back to keep you from moving while his other hand rams its fingers into your aching folds from behind, you’re starting to wonder if maybe you’re not cut out for the domestic role you’ve been so desperately seeking, after all.

“P-please, sir, it hurts,” you choke back tears, doing your best not to squirm under the man’s forceful tactics.

“I know, angel, I know,” Curtis hums almost mockingly as he curls his fingers up against the soft flesh of your virgin walls, savoring the feeling of your tight heat clenching around him helplessly. “But this is how all big girls take it, sweetheart. Have'ta get you nice and ready for me, now, don’t we?”

When he starts to add a painful third finger, your head falls in agony, tears dripping down your cheeks as your slick arousal coats your inner thighs. “Doin’ so good for me, babydoll. Gonna make such a pretty wife for me, aren’t you?”

“P-please, it hurts, I-I can’t take it,” you heave, jolting when his thumb moves to brush against your bundle of nerves.

Smiling, Curtis shushes you, working the tender bead in tight circles as he picks up the pace of his fingers inside you. Humiliating sounds of your wetness fill the room as your back arches, an incredible burning feeling building in your gut as you do your best not to scream. “There, just like that, pretty girl. Maybe one more and then we can see if I’ll fit, hmm? You gonna do that for me, angel? Gonna give me one more before I fill you up, make you all mine?”

“P-please,” you begin to protest, but before you can say another word, Curtis rams in a fourth finger, the terrible feeling of his fingers reaching your spongey ceiling sending you over the edge completely against your will. “Mmmph-!” you sob into your pillow, your legs shaking as you spill out over the grinning man’s arm.

“Good, that’s a good girl,” he sings, flicking feverishly over your clit as you ride out your high. “Gonna take my cock so well, aren’t you?” he croons as you begin to come down, your entire body twitching in spasms as you adjust to your heightened sensitivity. “That’s right, gonna take it all, even if it hurts, sweetheart. Gonna make you such a good little wife for me, baby. Gonna be such a good little mommy for my babies.”

#eun's writing #the ways of womanhood #curtis everett #curtis everett smut #dark!curtis everett #curtis everett fanfiction #snowpiercer #snowpiercer fanfiction #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x y/n #curtis everett blurb #curtis everett drabble #curtis everett headcanon #curtis everett one shot #curtis everett imagine

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quindolyn · 4 years

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Ma’am i am begging for a wolfstar blurb where Remus has a innocence kink and Sirius has a corruption kink

With love, my vagina

Dumb Bunny || Remus Lupin and Sirius Black

Word Count: 4,553

A/N: I hope you like this Bo, you’re my favorite and you know that. I also wrote like 90% of this in one sitting so I don’t know if it’s any good because you usually i take breaks and come back and look at what I’ve written but who knows. Love you so much my love.

Warnings: degradtion, praise, names like slut and dumb, blow job, oral virgin, dogg style, this is post Azkaban kinda

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Kneeling at Remus’ feet staring up at the outline of his cock pressing up against his pants was daunting. You’d never actually given head before, had guys asked? Sure, but it had just never seemed worth the trouble, you’d never actually gotten a good look at any of their pricks because as soon as you’d nixed a blow job they were desperate to get inside of you.

Not that that had been all that great either, but you digress.

You watched with wide eyes as his nimble fingers moved to the button on his slacks, pulling it through the hole before unzipping his zipper which allowed his slacks to drop and pool at his ankles.

This left him in only his navy boxers which allowed you to get a much better look at the outline of his cock, you could almost see the ridges of the head as it was jostled around when he stepped out of his pants, kicking them to the side as he repositioned himself in front of you.

You sat there, unmoving as you stared down his cock, not quite sure what to do now.

“Come on Pup, don’t tell me that you’re so clueless that you don’t know what to do with a cock when its been laid out in front of you,” Sirius sniped from where he stood, leaning nonchalantly against the wall as his eyes raked over your figure, clad only in the pair of pale pink panties and matching bra that you had put on hours earlier. “Don’t tell me that you’re that useless.”

“M’not useless,” You grumbled, casting your eyes down in shame, “I just, I’ve never done this before.”

“Speak up there Pup,” Remus commanded gently, slipping two strong fingers under your jaw to tilt your head up so that you could meet his gaze, “Can’t hear you when you mumble, and s’not nice to not look at someone when you’re talking to them.”

“M’sorry sir,” You apologized, trying to keep your eyes on his and not on his ever growing bulge, still straining against the material of his boxers, “I was just saying that,” You gulped, casting a sidelong glance at Sirius before moving your eyes back to meet Remus’, “I’ve never done this before.”

“Never done what before?” Sirius asked from off to the side, his smirk evident in his voice as he moved to stand next to Remus, “Come on bunny, wanna hear you say it.”

You looked up at Remus with pleading eyes but it was clear he wasn’t going to call his dog off, “I’ve never given head before, I’ve never sucked…” You felt your face heat up as you trailed off at the implication of your words.

“Oh come on,” Sirius chuckled, kneeling next to you so that you were of equal height, “Don’t get shy on me now, you can say the word puppy, I know you can.”

You found yourself not mortified by his condescending matter but rather ridiculously turned on, you could already feel a knot begin to form in your belly.

Sirius kept his eyes trained on you expectantly until you finally relented, “Cock,” As the single word slipped from your mouth you felt embarrassment bloom in your belly which was silly really, it was only just a word.

“Come on now, all together,” The dark haired man grinned mischievously.

“I’ve never sucked cock,” You admitted bashfully, looking to Remus to measure his reaction. You were nervous, not only had you never sucked someone off before but both men were a decade older than you with more sexual experience. What if you weren’t good, or you couldn’t take them and triggered your gag reflex? With all of these thoughts swimming around in your head it was hard to form a coherent thought and that was purely from nervousness, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like when you had them inside of you.

He had to restrain himself from groaning, both at your words and the innocent look on your face as you gazed up at him, “You’ve had sex though right baby? We’re not gonna take your virginity are we?” He asked, because if he and his lover were about to be your first time it was going to have to be a whole lot more special than this.

You were quick to shake your head, “No, I’ve had sex, I’m not a virgin.”

“Well in this hole you are,” Sirius captured your jaw, turning it to face him. His thumb brushed against the seal of your lips in a nonverbal command for you to open them, which you did of course.

You watched with wide eyes as Sirius gathered spit in his mouth before he spat it into your mouth, the taste of him bleeding across the expanse of your tongue.

“Let me see Pup,” Sirius commanded as you stuck your tongue out, allowing him to see his spit on your tongue before he gave you your next direction, “Good girl, now swallow.”

Not as restrained a man as Remus he did groan watching your throat with an unguarded lust that had you shivering at the idea of what thoughts laid behind that gaze.

“Pads is right, you’re a very good girl,” Remus praised, directing your attention back towards him. Your mouth dropped open at the sight you were met with, Remus’ stiff cock standing proud and tall in front of your face with his hand wrapped around it.

“Am I going to suck your cock?” You asked, wide eyed and slightly concerned as you gazed up at Remus. Though his dick was prettier than you anticipated with its bright red, leaking tip, and the ridges caused by the veins that ran along the sides it was absolutely mouth watering, but the idea of fitting that in your mouth was nothing less than nerve wracking.

He let out a low chuckle, one of his strong hands moving to brush your hair out of your face, his eyes trained on your lips, “No, not yet baby. Gonna wrap those pretty lips around Sirius he’s a little bit smaller, it’ll make it easier for you.”

You heard Sirius grumble in discontent at the comment as he pushed himself up to undo the buckle of his belt, shedding both his trousers and boxers with far less dignity than his counterpart. Though yes, he was a bit smaller, it didn’t appear to be a significant difference and did little to soothe your woes about your potential performance.

“Don’t worry Poppet, m’gonna teach you how to suck his dick. It's not hard I promise,” The tall man knelt beside you, his hand still on his prick as he smeared a kiss along your temple. You allowed your eyes to close at the contact, leaning into the touch as Remus guided one of your hands to his cock. It practically jumped into your grasp as oppositely charged magnets would attract each other.

Though you’d given a hand job before Remus’ much larger, scarred hand found its way to encase your’s, guiding you through the motions of pumping up and down the shaft.

“How about me?” Sirius sounded petulant, like a child, but there was absolutely nothing child like about the way his dick rested heavily in the palm of his hand, he wasn’t as long as Remus but what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. The head of his member was more purple than red, though it leaked just as ferociously with the beginning drops of precum.

“He’s right Puppy,” Remus told you, pulling his lips away from your temple so that you would be forced to support the weight of your head on your own and meet his eyesight, “Gonna teach you how to give a blow job, okay?”

You nodded your head, “Yes, Sir.”

Impatience radiated off of the man who stood before you, the head of his cock staring you down, before you could talk yourself out of action you reached out and took the shaft in your hand, getting used to how it sat heftily in your hand.

“You’re gonna want to spit in your hand first Pup, it’ll make it easier,” Remus suggested, his length still secure in his own hand. You followed your instructions, switching Sirius’ member to your nondominant hand while you spat into the other one before resuming your previous hold.

Gazing up at him as you worked your hand up and down the length of his shaft you noticed the way his eyes were entirely consumed by lust, shining grey irises now black, blending in with his pupils.

“Use your thumb to smear the precum baby, like that,” Remus continued to coach you, watching as you ran your thumb over the sensitive head of Sirius’ member and how he jolted at the motion, “See he likes it.”

“Do you? Do you like it, Daddy?” You peered up at him through your eyelashes, cocking your head to the side without ever relenting the movement of your hand, “Am I doing a good job?”

Remus groaned from beside you, his gaze having left the dick in your hand, now landing on your face. Sirius simply smirked, dark curtains of hair framing his visage, the mere sight of him looming above you was enough to make you embarrassingly turned on, feeling pleasure begin to simmer in your belly you could only imagine how it would feel when you had him in your mouth.

“You’re doing a very good job Puppy,” It was Remus who spoke this time, “But it looks like Pads might be a little desperate to get his cock in your mouth, you think you’re ready?”

“I think so,” You nodded.

That was all Sirius needed before he was releasing his member from your hold, gripping his hand around it pumping it once, then twice before bringing the head to rest on your bottom lip. Tracing the seal of your lips with the weeping head of his prick he spoke, “Come on Puppy, wanna be the first cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“You heard him (Y/N), open your mouth, time to take his cock.” Remus said from beside you.

“B-But I’ve never done this before, how am I supposed to know what to do?”

Getting more and more frustrated with the fact his prick still wasn’t in your mouth Sirius began shifting his weight from foot to foot anxiously.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be alright,” The werewolf soothed you, running his fingers through your tresses, “Gonna help you.”

Glancing over at Remus for one last confirmation you didn’t realize what Sirius was doing until it was too late and his member was making contact with your cheek as he slapped it against the side of your face, streaking precum across your skin, “Hurry up slut.”

You whimpered at the degradation of both his words and his action as you felt a pang of pleasure zip through your body, shivering at the filthiness of it. You shifted in your spot, trying to rub your thighs together to soothe some of the ache that resided there and that wasn’t showing any indication of relenting but neither of the older men were having it.

“Stop that,” Sirius growled, capturing your jaw in his hand, pushing your cheeks together so that your lips were forced open, “Not about you right now, you’re supposed to be getting me off,” With that, having lost all patience he pushed the head of his cock into your mouth, releasing a strangled groan as he stopped himself from pushing in deeper.

Remus let out a small chuckle shifting so that he was closer to you, “There you go Poppet, just start with the head. You wanna be sure to keep your teeth tucked away so that you don’t hurt him,” Leaning in closer towards your ear he added something else in a low whisper, “We can do that later, yeah?”

You let out a small giggle, which because it was muffled by the cock sitting inside of your mouth sent vibrations of pleasure through Sirius, starting at the head of his member and working their way up the shaft. Unable to control himself he bucked into your mouth, not considerably deep but deep enough to jar you.

“Careful Si,” Remus scolded gently, one of his hands going to grip Sirius’ bare thigh as a reminder not to rush. Looking at you he saw the tears brimming in your eyes at the sudden and unexpected motion, “Puppy,” He cooed, caressing the side of your face with his knuckles, “Gotta breathe through your nose, do you know how to do that baby?”

Shaking your head gently you were careful to keep your teeth tucked away behind your lips while still signaling that you had no clue what you were doing.

“Are you choking on my cock?” Sirius mocked you, the concerned tone of voice so sickly sweet it was nauseating, “Not even doing anything with it, just sitting there in your mouth and you can’t even take it,” He thrusted up gently into your mouth, just enough for the head of his cock to brush up against the roof of your mouth as cause you to gag around his length.

“Be nice Sirius,” Remus seethed through gritted teeth, glaring up at him while he pet your hair, grounding you as you focused on inhaling and exhaling through your nostrils. Concentrating on that helped you to calm your gag reflex, no longer having a problem with how his member was positioned in your mouth.

“Daddy can be mean can’t he?” Remus directed his attention towards you, his tone was so falsely sympathetic that it worsened the need bubbling up inside of you as the pleasure in your stomach continued to simmer.

You stopped yourself from nodding again, this time letting out an affirmative hum which pleased Remus as he watched Sirius’ hips stutter as he refrained from forcing his length all the way down your throat.

“You can suck harder bunny, it’ll feel good and he’ll tell you if something hurts or doesn’t feel good, gotta trust him to do that.”

Taking his advice you sucked more harshly at the member inside of your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head while looking up at him to gauge his reaction, he was still looking down at you, unblinking as though if he lost sight of you for even a moment the pleasure would stop.

Remus slid his body behind yours so that your back was pressed to his chest with his cock achingly pressing into your bareback, smearing precum along your skin.

“Gotta hollow your cheeks Pup, like this,” His fingers found their way to either side of your face, pressing gently on your cheeks until he could feel the cock inside of your mouth. “It’ll feel good for him, make it tighter like it would be if he was fucking your cunt.”

One hand quickly abandoned your face, sliding its way down your stomach until his fingers were brushing the top of your lacy panties before slipping just his fingertips beneath the material. He simply cupped your pussy possessively, not working his fingers between your folds or into your hole, but just resting there, clutching you.

“Fuck Moons,” Sirius gritted, “She’s a fucking natural, hollowing her cheeks so prettily for me it’s like fucking her actual cunt.”

You whined at his words, squirming once again trying to relieve the ache burning between your thighs, the way he spoke to Remus, to Sir, like you weren’t even there. It was deliciously objectifying, degrading, and you loved it.

Remus smiled into your neck as he moved to nip at your ear, the contact subtle, but still enough to have you shivering as pleasure tickled at your nerves which felt frayed and exposed, with every motion, every exhale against your skin it was like on fire had been set to each of them individually.

“Gonna make him feel even better now poppet, bob your head up and down and you’re gonna take your hand,” He took one of your hands, which had been resting on your thigh, and guided it to the base of Sirius’ member, “Just move it a little bit, on what you’re not able to fit into your mouth, don’t wanna neglect it.”

Following his instructions you worked the exposed length of him in your hand as you bobbed your head up and down the rest, taking about half of his cock into the velvety warmth of your mouth. Running the brunt of your tongue along his shaft you acted upon the courage you felt surge through you, using the hand not at the base of his cock to grapple at his balls.

You were more than pleased with the strangled moan that fell from Sirius’ lips, you’d gotten groans out of him earlier but not a moan. Remus noted this as well, his mouth still pressed against your ear, “Look at that, he’s so pretty with his head thrown back like that, moaning, and all because of your mouth.”

One of his fingers found your bottom lip which was dripping with saliva, and he ran the pad of his finger along the cushion of your lip, pressing gently.

“How’s it feel, Pads?” Remus looked up at the other man.

“She was born to suck cock,” He exhaled sharply as you took him deeper in your mouth, making a point to continue to hollow your cheeks.

The hand cupping your sex slid a finger between your folds, collecting your wetness on a singular digit causing you to jump at the contact before you rolled your hips towards his hand nonverbally begging for more.

Moving his lips to suck dark purple hues into the delicate flesh of your neck Remus spoke into your skin, “Once you make Daddy cum then it's your turn Bunny, don’t be greedy, you gotta give before you get.”

Taking his words at face value you became even more determined to make Daddy cum, knowing that not only would it be a personal feat, your first blow job, but that when it was done you would be getting so much more.

Breathing in sharply through your nose you willed your gag reflex not to act up as you pushed your head down on his cock, taking in as much of Sirius as you could which you were pleased to see that it was a majority of his length inside of your mouth by the time you hit your limit.

You sucked more harshly at his member, swirling your tongue around what you could before Remus rose from where he had rested behind you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before moving to stand next to Sirius. You whimpered when his fingers slipped from your cunt but were intrigued as you watched through your lashes. Observing as Remus’ hands slipped under the smaller man’s shirt, palms running up and down the toned planes of his stomach as he meshed his lips with the other man’s.

You were unsure but you thought that you heard a command for Sirius to rid himself of his shirt as he quickly undid the buttons, letting the dress shirt fall to the floor with Remus’ quickly following suit.

Watching the two men make out with each other, Remus’ hands nestling themselves in Sirius’ long hair and Sirius’ gripping at Remmy’s bare ass, spurred you on in your efforts to make him cum.

Adjusting Siri’s length so that it sat comfortably in your throat and that so you could feel where it bulged against your throat before you swallowed around his length.

If the feeling of his load being shot down your throat wasn’t indication enough that your little trick had done the job then the sharp, “Fuck” the man released from above you certainly was.

You swallowed his cum just as you had his spit before easing yourself off of his length, taking extra care to keep your teeth from his sensitive cock. Looking up at him with wide eyes you watched him lay his head on Remus’ chest as marks similar to the ones left on your neck were left on his, and though yours were beginning to feel a bit tender you knew that Sirius was loving his as much as you were loving yours.

“Did I do a good job Daddy?” You looked up at him owlishly, cocking your head to the side.

“Fuck Moons if you don’t fuck her I will,” Was all you got in response as Remus chuckled into the newly bruised skin of his lover pulling away to assess you.

He frowned looking at you as he noticed that you were still in your underwear, “Up,” He ordered, once you were on your feet he was in front of you in a single stride, strong, scarred arms were extending around your torso to undo the clasp of your bra, pulling the straps off of your shoulders allowing the garment to fall to the floor before kneeling in front of you to tug your panties down which you then stepped out of.

“On the bed,” He ordered simply, your panties hanging from the crook of his finger as he moved to deposit them in the pocket of his blazer, cock bobbing in the air as he moved about the room.

Positioning yourself on the bed, on your hands and knees you caught a glimpse of Sirius lounging on an armchair in the room, cock resting against his thigh as he recovered from his first orgasm of the night. He shot you a lazy smile before raking his eyes along your form, studying each ripple and ridge hungrily.

On your hands and knees, you felt uncomfortably vulnerable but you knew it was all worth it when you felt Remus settle in behind you, his hands moving to grip your hips and pull you back towards his pelvis.

You pushed your bum back towards Remus as you felt the head of his cock run through your soaking folds, you were almost embarrassed by how wet sucking Sirius off had made you but you couldn’t quite summon the energy.

“Don’t rush bunny, I got you, I promise,” With one hand guiding his cock and the other anchoring you to him he pushed just the head of his member inside of you. You clenched around him, trying to suck more of his length up into you because though you technically had him you needed more.

Not feeling particularly patient himself Remus wasted no time before pushing the entirety of his length inside of you, growling as your cunt pulsed around him.

“Sir!” You moaned feeling yourself stretch around him, having never taken his cock before you weren’t ready for the way that he stretched you so wide it was bordering on painful just barely avoiding tipping over the edge.

Allowing you a moment to adjust to his length he pulled out of you until his member barely rested inside of you before thrusting himself all the way back in. A hand running down your back signaled for you to arch your back for him which of course you did.

His pace was fast but deep, the depth of his strokes consistent as he reached depths inside of you you hadn’t even known existed before. Pistoning his hips in and out of you the rhythmic sound of skin slapping up against skin filled the room and you could feel his balls slapping up against your clit which each and every thrust.

“Pretty bunny,” Remus’ low voice sounded through the room, accompanied by the sounds of your skin against each other as he leaned back to watch his member disappear in you before pulling back out, “Such a pretty bunny for me, so sweet and innocent aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir,” You responded, allowing your head to drop and hang as you fell onto your elbows rather than your hands.

Sirius tutted as he rose from his seat in the corner, his beautifully tattooed body still glistening with sweat as he began pumping his cock while walking towards you, “Please, she’s not a pretty bunny, she’s a little cum slut. Dumb little bunny.”

You whined out at his degradation, your eyes squeezed shut as a wave of pleasure coursed through you causing you to let out a ragged breath.

“See, she likes it, dumb bunny.” Though you couldn’t see him you were sure that he was grinning wickedly down at you.

“No m’not! I’m a pretty bunny,” You insisted, though your message was a bit undercut as you slurred your words.

“That’s right, pretty bunny,” Remus cooed, groping the globes of your ass in his hands, squeezing the flesh before pulling away to observe the handprints he left on your skin, if only for a moment.

“She wants to be, but she’s not, she’s just a cock hungry slut.” Sirius countered and you looked up at him with pleading eyes, desperately seeking his approval but all you got was a sneer as he pumped his cock next to your face.

“Not nice, Sir says you’re mean,” You whined as Remus continued to thrust in and out of you, rather enjoying watching the interaction between his two lovers.

“Oh is that right? Well, I don’t fucking care if I’m mean, you’re a dumb fuck bunny and if telling you that is mean then oh well,” He grasped your jaw in between his hand, forcing your head up at an uncomfortable angle to make eye contact with you, “Guess I’m mean.”

The whine you released at that was perhaps the most pathetic of the night, you felt pathetic at the gush of wetness you felt at his words, the pleasure in your belly progressing from a simmer to a boil as Remus’ hand reached around to find your clit, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger.

“Don’t listen to him,” The man buried deep inside of your cunt told you, “You’re my pretty bunny, keep on being my pretty bunny, prove Daddy wrong.”

It was all too much, the contrast between Remus’ praising words and Sirius’ harsh ones, the sight of Sirius’ tattooed hand working up and down his shaft, Remus’ pace in and out of you and his hand on your clit.

It was just all too much.

You could barely see straight as the pleasure boiling in your belly overflowed, like hot lava flowing you felt pleasure flow through your veins as you climaxed. Your orgasm left you feeling warm in every nook and cranny as your eyes rolled back into your head. It felt like you were underwater as your thoughts swam around you, mingling with the noises in the room around you.

Your head was still heavy as you opened your eyes which you hadn’t realized you’d squeezed shut, you jolted forward as Remus continued moving in and out of your pussy, trying to get away from his cock. Your orgasm had been electrifying leaving you sensitive but Remus didn’t seem to be relenting.

“Don’t recall telling you you could cum Poppet,” Remus said from behind you, and that’s when you realized why he wasn’t stopping, “Maybe Daddy was right, maybe you are just a dumb bunny.”

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unfortunate-brat · 3 years

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i kno this starts after my bday but idc, its still my birth month 😤, and i wanna spread tht bday love mkay, so

how would your fave celebrate the reader’s birthday? idk this could be a blurb or a rant i forgot the fruits for each fjsjfnns

BIRTHDAYS WITH PAMELA ISLEY

Pairing: Poison Ivy x F!Latina!Reader

Word Count: 637

Warnings: Fluff, MD/LG dynamics, implied Lactation!Kink, Ivy being a very nice caregiver

A/N: I had debated on which fave of mine but chose to try someone new from my usual.

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It’s different having a super villain as your partner, they’ve got different things to do in order to achieve their goal, for Ivy it was for plants to regain control of the Earth. Rid the world of humans to just nature, what once had been before the first cave man. Though she’d keep Y/N, her beautiful girlfriend who often listened to her rants but never saw her any different.

To the woman who viewed her not as some criminal, but a woman trying to do something good. Be environmentally healthy by disposing the toxic lifestyle every human lived by, oh how Ivy hated it and didn’t expect anyone to give it up yet found Y/N.

And for that, the inhuman wishes to say thank you in the best way possible.

It’s not even sunrise when she starts preparing, decorating an entire room in the botanical gardens they called home with various flowers, Jasmine, Cherry Blossoms, Lily’s, Tulips, whatever looked aesthetically pleasing. Toss in some poisonous ones too, those always made a nice touch.

Don’t worry though, Y/N has gotten a shot which prevents her from being harmed by Ivy’s toxic kiss or her plants. The woman could never forgive herself if anything happened to her precious flower.

Once the room had been decorated, she checks on Y/N. Still fast asleep in their bedroom area, an arm reaching out for Ivy. Though there’s still much to do, she goes back to bed so her petal wouldn’t wake alone.

Bringing her close as Y/N’s lips smacked together, hand moving to Ivy’s chest. “ I’m right here my little flower,” Pulling down her top, she lets Y/N suck on her breast, getting that comfort needed to fall into a deep sleep once more.

Later on though, as they both wake up Ivy is ready to start again. Harley’s stopped by to take her out, which should raise some eyebrows but the former doctor knows that if anything were to happen, she’s plant chow.

Now onto the cake, Ivy knows her little petal’s favorite is chocolate. Unfortunately it’s the cheesecake version and the last thing the woman wanted was to go to the store and buy it. Or even worse, go to the restaurant that sold it and purchase the dessert.

She doesn’t like to deal with humans, but someone’s ought to do it.

So an hour goes by and Ivy’s gifted the cake by a stranger, completely under her control after a kiss to the cheek. “ Thank you Andy, now go home and sleep.” The woman didn’t want to piss Batman off either so it’s best to stay under the radar.

Now with the cake, and it’s put in the fridge, she starts making the finishing touches.

Earlier Y/N wore a floral dress that her girlfriend had made, which also served to protect her should an accident happen but it was quite pretty.

Though those dresses weren’t the only ones, others were placed in gift boxes made of plants, or non blossomed flowers because why use paper when it’s littered everywhere? Ivy didn’t want to contribute so it took some creative thinking at first but she’s got it handled.

Now with the gifts ready to go, Ivy decides to get ready herself. Designing a green dress which made her look like some 1950’s housewife but that style was a secret guilty pleasure of hers.

There was food prepared and a birthday waiting to be celebrated, so when Y/N was dropped off, a little giggly but content, Ivy knew it would be a good one. “ Happy Birthday my little petal.” She kisses her girlfriend sweetly as the plants wrap around Y/N’s legs. They too have also come to love her. And this one, she’ll never forget, until next year. Ivy loved to spoil her precious petal very much so.

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barsformars · 5 years

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PIRATE AU! ATEEZ

+ ot8 confessing to y/n!

setting :

wanting to escape from an arranged marriage your parents had planned for you, you sneaked onto a random ship only to run into (member of your choice; the short blurbs will be based on the fact that they were the one who found you first). you pleaded for him to let you stay and he found it hard to refuse, and therefore introducing you to the rest of the crew as the newest recruit.

a/n : anon! i know you requested y/n falling in love with them but i hope you don’t mind this tweak! also it’s a long post ahead, take your time and enjoy it!

seonghwa

quartermaster of the crew

very strict on discipline because he likes everything to be orderly

he’s no jam, wants everything to go as planned, no last minute schedule changes or he will get really annoyed

which means no chill time for the whole crew until they finish their daily tasks

the whole crew has a love-hate relationship with him because damn…. he’s really so boring but he does his job so well

purposely makes you his ‘secretary’ even tho pirates don’t do that shit just because he wants you beside him as much as possible

“I didn’t let you on board just for you to leech off our food supplies.”

You raised your head from your dinner plate to see someone standing right in front of the table, and though his face was covered due to the large fedora hat he was donning, you already knew who it was — the quartermaster, Park Seonghwa.

“You can’t even let me eat in peace, huh?” You rolled your eyes, already starting to clear the table because you knew how impatient this man was. Sure, it was past dinner time for the crew but he was the reason why you could only have your meal a mere ten minutes ago, having made you clean his cabin once more.

However, right when you were about to stand up, Seonghwa pushed you back down onto the wooden bench by your shoulders with two fingers, causing you to look up at his dark eyes in surprise. You opened your mouth to argue but stopped when he leaned down, both palms resting on the table top for support.

“You’re so dense.” Seonghwa sighed as he ran his hand through his blonde hair after taking off his hat. “Don’t you know that I hate having people follow me around?”

“Okay…” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to why he was being mean to you again when he was the one who forced you to be his assistant or whatever. “So, did you just fire me? Because, thank y-”

Seonghwa groans and grabs your jaw to snap your head up to look at him, but when you yelp out in pain, you notice the grip on you soften along with his expression.

“I like you, y/n.”

hongjoong

captain

very respected, as expected

pretty chill when the crew is present because “all work and no play makes joong a dull boy and i don’t wanna be boring like hwa”

still gets work done though by secretly pulling all nighters by himself to plan their routes to make up for the time in the day that he spent bonding with the crew

main reason why hwa is so strict about following schedule, hwa is the only one who knows about the late nights and he worries for joong :“(

super caring and always checking up on you to make sure you’re getting used to being on a ship and that you weren’t lonely from being away from your friends and family

“y/n, are you asleep?”

Hearing Hongjoong knocking on your cabin door, you quickly sat up on your bed to fix your messy hair, hoping that you looked presentable enough to even meet anyone. You swung the door open and was greeted by a huge grin, one that was so contagious you couldn’t help but smile too whenever you saw it.

“Ah…y/n. I was just trying my luck, didn’t actually think you were going to be awake at this time,” Hongjoong said sheepishly as he rubbed the nape of his neck before widening his eyes when he reminded himself of how late it was. “Wait, what are you doing not sleeping?”

“I don’t know, just a little homesick, I guess.” You shrugged lightly, the smile on your face slowly fading away as your eyes found its way to the floor. “What about you?”

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not here to talk about my problems, I’m here for you, like always and forever.”

You felt strong hands on both sides of your shoulders squeezing you comfortingly and you let the tears that you had been holding in for so long fall.

“Why are you so nice to me?” You asked as you wiped your tears away, head still hung low in embarrassment.

Hongjoong squats down to look up at you as fingers trailed down your arms to take your hands in his, a faint smile present on his face.

“Why else? You’re my whole world.”

yunho

the energiser of the crew sorta

the one who comes up with all the sea shanties and hypes everyone during labour time

ALWAYS using that as an excuse to do a little less work

“it’s hard work to motivate everyone, okay?”

days out in the sea are never boring as long as you have him on board

ever since you joined the crew, he would help you out with your duties instead of slacking at the side using that excuse above, always keeping an eye out for you

You held your breath as you made your way down the narrow wooden plank that served as a bridge between the two ships, hoping that you wouldn’t trip and fall into the deep waters beneath you.

When you were a few steps away from your ship, the crate stacked right at the top leaned towards one side and you gasped , shutting your eyes tightly to prepare yourself for the harsh contact with the water. But it doesn’t come, someone gripping you by the wrist and pulling you back onto deck.

“Oh man, better make sure Seonghwa doesn’t know about that.” Yunho joked as he peered over to look at the crates full of food that was now slowly sinking before turning his attention onto you, who had your hand clasped over your chest. “You alright, y/n?”

You replied with small frantic nods, still a little breathless from the close call earlier on. You were about to go back to the merchant ship that your crew had just raided to move more crates when Yunho tugged at your wrist firmly to keep you where you were.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Back to work?”

“No, you’re not doing that.” Yunho dragged you back to your room, past all the other working crew members, ignoring your protests. Yunho joins you on your bed after sitting you down, “y/n, if you had fallen, I would have really hated myself for letting you stay on board.”

“Yunho, accidents happen and it wouldn’t be your fault even if I did fall.” You try to reassure him but he just shook his head and placed a finger over your lips to stop you from talking.

“y/n, I really like being able to see you most of the day but I’d much rather you be in a safer place like helping Wooyoung out in the kitchen…” Yunho says slowly as if he was hesitating whether he should carry on but you tilted your head slightly at him and he takes in a deep breath before blurting out, his cheeks flushed red.

“I really really like you and I don’t want to lose you.”

yeosang

navigator/helmsman

the only one apart from mingi that’s actually properly educated

used to be a sailor but ran away because of how poorly he was treated there despite being one of the most important crew members

due to that, he treats everyone on board with utmost respect even if they were just a cabin boy

was actually voted to be the first mate but turned it down because he’s satisfied with his role

the shyest, softest, most loving boy you could ever ask for. low-key romantic

You stood beside Yeosang as he explained how he could find the way just by looking at the stars alone, timing your nods to look like you were actually paying attention. Honestly, you weren’t interested and it was a concept too complicated for you to comprehend anyways, but you had wanted to spend some time with him seeing as to how he was working alone most of the time.

“Ahah, you weren’t listening, were you?” He snapped his fingers in front of your face when you nodded instead of answering when he had asked you a question, bringing you back from your daze. “If you’re tired, you can go to bed. I can watch where the ship is going alone.”

You shook your head and continued admiring the bright stars in the vast night sky, shifting your feet to stand closer to Yeosang for warmth. Unbeknownst to you, Yeosang stared at you in silence while you were entranced by the view. He can’t help but smile to himself at how breathtaking you looked with all the stars reflected in your eyes.

“y/n,” he called out to you softly, his voice deep yet sweet like dark chocolate, earning a hum from you. “The sky would be pitch black if a star fell everytime you do that.”

“What did I do?” You laughed, playfully smacking his arm away.

“Make me wanna kiss you.”

Yeosang gave you a quick peck on your lips as soon as he said that, completely taking you by surprise.

san

first mate

under hwa and joong to be the next quartermaster/captain because of how capable he is

also very respected by the whole crew for being courageous, caring, skilled and humble

always enthusiastic to learn new things

can be a little stubborn sometimes tho, like he would get into arguments with hwa about which treasure was worth keeping

also not a fan of punishments, thinks it’s better to just reprimand them

as a first mate, i feel like he would be under alot of pressure to work hard and all that and so he wouldn’t openly tell you he likes you just because even if y'all got together, he would be too busy to keep you company and he wants to be responsible for his words uk

San patted your back as your body was slung over the edge of the ship limply, your guts violently throwing everything out after you had a few shots of vodka too much. With one arm slung over your shoulders, San walked you back to your cabin room and tucked you in bed.

It’s not that you were in danger on the ship, but San couldn’t bear to leave you alone in your room, vulnerable to any harm that could come your way. And so, he stands at the edge of your bed with his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at your sleeping figure, sighing as he contemplated whether he should take this chance to confess. You probably wouldn’t remember, which was exactly what San wanted because he didn’t think he could go another day keeping the secret to himself.

If you could even remember what San said that night, you would wish you hadn’t gotten so drunk.

“I love you but I hope we stay as we are now, not any closer nor any further.”

mingi

doctor

used to work in town but decided to join the crew because he likes exploring and going on adventures

very friendly

most of the time he’s just roaming around the ship with his medical kit because he hates staying in the infirmary alone

but because of that, it’s also kinda hard to find him when you need him because the ship is pretty big

sometimes he forgets he has people to attend to and just daydreams as he looks out at the sea

he’s always following you around secretly so if you ever fall sick or injure yourself he could come running to your rescue, he thinks that would make you fall for him and he’s not very wrong tbh

“Never.”

You held your hand up when Mingi pulled out ginger, cut into thin strips wrapped in paper, from his briefcase to help you with your sea sickness.

“It works wonders, trust me. It might taste bad but it’s better than feeling like shit for the whole voyage.” Mingi advises as he picks a strip up and dangled it in front of your face, motioning for you to open your mouth and chew on it.

Reluctantly, you do as you were told but kept only a small portion of it in your mouth as you nibbled experimentally. Even then, the taste was so sharp and strong that it made your whole face cringe up which ended with you sending a death glare at Mingi for laughing at your facial expressions.

“Have you ever tried this?” You asked through the gaps of your teeth, the ginger strip still hanging from your mouth.

“Well, I don’t have sea sickness so, no-” Mingi drops his medical kit onto the floor and bends down to meet you at eye level-“but I wanna try?”

Mingi takes the other end of the ginger in his mouth and bites on it, his lips fastly approaching yours and you try to back away in shock but he holds you in place by grabbing the back of your neck. You squeezed your eyes shut when he tilts his head so that his high straight nose wouldn’t crash into yours and you expect a softness on your lips but Mingi stops just an inch away.

Smirking, he bites down on the ginger and pulls it out of your mouth with his teeth by taking a step back.

“You’re unbelievably cute, y/n.”

wooyoung

cook

but since it’s not really cooking and just preparing the food since they rarely got any meat, he has a lot of free time on his hands

so he just goes fishing alone at the back of the boat while reflecting upon life

definitely not his dream life coz boy is wild and this is too peaceful for him

but when night falls and yall are drinking away, boy oh boy

also will peer out of the kitchen window whenever yall were carrying out raids

has an exclusive stash of the best ingredients just for you and he doesn’t even try to hide that fact, always serving you the best right in front of everyone’s salad, quite literally

“Woo, you need to stop doing that!” You whisper-shouted at the boy, having noticed the dirty looks the other crew members sent your way as he scooped a ladle full of chicken soup into a bowl, which no one else had, and hands it over to you with a bright smile.

“No need to worry about what people think, darling.” Wooyoung winked as he waved his hand dismissively before turning to the crew member behind you and scoffing,”I’m the cook, I cook whatever I want for whoever I want.”

The others move along the line with a loud sigh to show their displeasure after receiving their same old miserable lump of pickled vegetables, beans and sea biscuits but you stood in your place, feeling too bad to take the bowl of hearty warm soup. The crew had been sailing for months already and any meat is precious, but here Wooyoung was, saving it for you and only you. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Woo, everyone else is working harder than me…you should give them some too.”

Wooyoung stops handing out the food to look at you, pointing the tongs at you as he playfully chided you for discrediting your own efforts and hardwork ever since you boarded the ship. “If I say you worked hard, you worked hard.”

“Especially with how you’re running around in my head all day long.” Wooyoung mumbled under his breath before going on with his work, shooing you away to the tables.

jongho

master gunner

used to be part of the navy but got captured and brought on board

doesn’t actually hate his situation as much as he first did because he loves how democratic the pirate society is

no more bossy superiors who constantly abused their powers

the youngest member of the gunner team but the most experienced so

quick-witted and mature, joong really treasures him and trusts him to make his own decisions when they’re in the midst of trying to disable another ship to raid

is still a baby but because of his job, he’s always trying to appear tough, but that’s not the case at all when he’s with you.

You narrowed your eyes as you climbed up to the crow’s nest where you noticed Jongho standing and looking out into the distance, the winds strong and the sun blinding. It has been a rather peaceful day with no sight of any other ships that could potentially be a target of your crew and you guessed that Jongho had nothing else to do.

“Punishing yourself?” You joked, already feeling a little sick with how much the rotational movement of the ship was amplified up here, and Jongho whipped his head around.

“Very funny, y/n.” Jongho replied dryly as he extended a hand to help you up the last step. “I just like how light-headed I get up here. It’s like drinking but without the bitterness and the long-lasting effect of a beer belly, you know.”

You shook your head lightly and smiled to yourself. Jongho never fails to amaze you with the way he thinks, always throwing you back everytime you thought you finally understood him.

“Well, do you need a shoulder to lean on? Because you better grab it quick, I’m heading down in a few minutes before I throw up on everyone down there.” You said, patting your shoulders. Jongho nodded softly and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggling his face into your neck, taking in your scent, causing you to chuckle. “I said shoulders, Jongho.”

Jongho doesn’t budge from his comfortable position and you feel him breathe out on you. You didn’t need to see it for you to know that he had broken into the gummy smile that you loved so much and so you just let him stay there, your arms hugging him back.

“This is why you’re my favourite, like ever.” Jongho said softly as he closes his eyes and leans deeper into you.

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ughitsnic · 4 years

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Nights out: Tom Holland

I just wanna say thank you for all the love on my last post i woke up to over 20 likes, thats crazy (and posting this there is over 100 what the fuck)

Before i start, if you're not from the uk you probably don't know what weatherspoons is, id describe it as the best place on earth, a cheap pub with even cheaper alcohol and great food. You always go there and get drunk before heading to any club because you're a broke uni student.

You would be lying if you said you didn't like to party, you loved to dance in the club, talk to all the girls you didn't know in the bathroom and share compliments and share lipsticks, you loved the 4am McDonalds trips or cheesy chips from the take away as you stumble home, your heels in hand, your boyfriends arm around your waist and stupid smiles on each others faces. So when Tom decided to go to one of the best clubs in town for your birthday you couldn't say no. Of Course it always started out in weatherspoons, the dirt cheap alcohol always meant it was going to be a great night and tonight wasn't going to be any different.

"Could we get a couple more rounds of shots please?" Tom asks the guy at the bar. He was already past the point of tipsy, his smile never falling from his face.

"You're-so-beautiful" you say in between kisses, resting your hand on his cheek. "I looove you" you drag out.

"I love you too" his brown eyes full of love, giving you another short but sweet kiss. The bartender slides over the tray full of different coloured shots.

You barely made it back to the crowded table without spilling a single drink.

“Alright, three each” Tom says, handing them out to everyone. You line up your little glasses. “Ready?” tom questions, a chorus of yeses erupt from the table. You quickly throw them back, taking no time to breathe, yet Harrison had beat you.

“Nice try” he laughs, wiping his mouth.

“It's my birthday, you have to let me win. Lets go again” you shout, but the song playing quickly distracted

"I love this song!" Harrison shouts standing up, rain by aitch playing

“When we run down its rain, right wrist and left wrist that's rain! She said wagwan what's goin on? Why ma wet? Girl, that's rain!” you both shout at each other dancing in your seats, you

"Who's ready to hit the clubs?" You weren't sure who was talking but you quickly finish your drink and grab your back and toms hand.

Standing out in the cold waiting to get into, your instagram story very quickly filled up with drunk selfies and videos

"Are you cold?" Tom questions, referring to your short black dress, luckily you wasn’t all the alcohol in your system keeping you warm enough.

"You're such a gentleman" you laugh. "You don't even have a jacket to give me"

"I do i'm wearing- oh yeah i dont" he smiles.

“Bro, you're so drunk” Harry laughs as you move to the front of the queue.

Most of the night was spent dancing, toms hands on your swaying hips. The music was so loud you could feel the bass in your bones as you dance you hands in the air as your ass grinds against tom

"Are you having fun" tom spins you round, pulling you back against him.

"I think we could go have some more fun" you tell him, resting your arms around his neck

"What?" He couldn't hear you over the music

"I said i think we can have some more fun!" You shout at him this time louder.

"What? Whos dumb?" He looked confused, you roll your eyes.

"Lets go have sex!" You shout, he looks at you for a second before it sets in, a devilish smirk appears on his face, he definitely heard you this time. He takes you hand and leads you through all the sweaty bodys on the dance floor towards the empty hallway

"Harrison, hi!" You smile.

“Hey man” Tom's other hand resting on your hip, giving it a squeeze. You look past him

"Where are you going?" he looks at you both skeptically

"Toilet" you claim, stepping by and pulling tom into the guy's toilet. Harrison quickly pulls you back, shutting down your plan.

"You cant have sex in the toilets" he laughs.

"Why not"

"It's gross" to which Tom agrees, but despite this you still couldn't keep your hands off him, his lips on your neck as your hips swayed to the music. You let out a soft moan as he places wet open mouth kisses on your collar bone.

You all knew it was the end of the night as Mr brightside blasts from the speakers, everyone shouting the words together, jumping to the music.

Your feet were killing as you walked down the empty streets to the 24 hour McDonalds, using Tom's shoulder to help you walk even though he wasn't very stable on his own feet swaying as you walked into the building.

"Can i have a milkshake, no a mcflurry the Oreo one please and a share box of nuggets please"

"Sure what sauce would you like?"

"I don't know" you sigh.

"Get BBQ" Tom suggests. "And get me a cheeseburger please, and some chicken selects" he rests his head on your shoulder. "And a milkshake please" you laugh as he continues to add more items to your order

Your food came out before everyone else's so you happily stood and ate your ice cream.

“I love our nights like this, please don't get anymore famous otherwise we can't do this anymore” you were all sat on the curb waiting for an uber.

“I just hope no one got videos of you two dancing, that wasn't very pg” Harrison laughs to himself. You rest your head against his Toms shoulder finishing your nuggets.

“Right, I'm ready for bed” you announce, clapping your hands and getting up watching the uber come down the road. The drive home was quiet, you all were exhausted and struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Did you have a good birthday babe-”

“Can you turn this song up? I love it” Harry interrupts, it was fourfiveseconds which quickly led to you all singing along. The real reason you loved nights out was the moments like this, everyone chilled out; it felt like home as you all exchanged glances, smiles on your faces before bursting into fits of laughter as someone hits the wrong note or at someone's voice breaks.

“I did by the way” you confess to your boyfriend as he fiddles with the key in the door struggling to unlock it.

“What?” he looks down at you.

“I did have a good birthday”

I miss going out drinking so much it aint even funny

My requests are open i will pretty much write for anyone, i also reblogged a prompt list so yeh

also i hated this but i spent so many hours on it so i thought id post it anyway sorry, im just gonna stick to little blurbs n stuff

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine

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veliseraptor · 5 years

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If you wanna rec some of your fave Good Omens fics. . . I’d be pretty grateful

okay, I’m still doing a lot of reading but here are a few to get started with. a lot of these, uh, feature Crowley suffering because I’m the person I am and I’m sort of sorry but also not really. I’m consistent, you can say that for me.

this is also just based on, like, a week of really aggressive reading, so I’m sure I’m missing a lot of things.

Eden!verse by ImprobableDreams900

I blitzed through the entirety of this verse in about three days while reading nothing else and crying a lot on the subway. Like...holy shit. It starts with your basic “Crowley gets kidnapped to Heaven” premise, with some crunchy torture/whump, and that’s the easy part. It goes so much deeper, and so much further, from there. Heavy warning for the first fic - I spent roughly 80% of it bawling, and if you’ve ever had a family member or loved one die of Alzheimer’s...well. But oh, it’s so good.

Don’t Play With Holy Water by ImprobableDreams900

Hastur shows up post-canon and he’s got bad plans for Crowley. Some very good classic and nicely creative whump.

Mirror, Mirror by ImprobableDreams900

Mirror universe fic is good in any fandom! And this is Mirror!verse fic, with a significantly eviller Crowley showing up in the main universe, and a significantly less evil Crowley showing up in a very dark future.

I Run Into You and Just Keep Running by meganbagels

I really can’t put this one any better than the summary: “Through the years Crowley and Aziraphale keep running into each other in compromising scenarios or just when they're on the pull. To be fair, it's mostly just Aziraphale in compromising scenarios. That hardly makes it better.”

The Last Temptation of Crowley by irisbleufic

Post-book, growing into their new relationship. Awkwardly. (But it’s good.)

Any Other Name by mostlyanything19

So it turns out that Crowley can’t say Aziraphale’s original name because it’s holy, and holy things don’t get along with demons. A little change in name can fix that problem, though. Just some early-days-of-Crowley-and-Aziraphale fic, showing some small development in their relationship.

Those Golden Eyes by NeverNooitNiet

Just a character story, sort of about Crowley and his eyes, and Aziraphale and Crowley’s history, but also about Aziraphale and his perspective on Crowley, and Aziraphale being pretty fond of the snake eyes, really.

such selfish prayers by Lvslie

I don’t really know how to give an appropriate blurb for this one, but mostly what’s important to me about it is the really quality feverish and aggressively cuddly Crowley.

Anytime. by sergeant_smudge

Classic whump, and I’m about it. It’s also really well described.

Black Dog by HoloXam

I didn’t know I wanted fic of “Crowley has a depressive episode” but apparently I did want that, and really I shouldn’t be surprised, and this one really did me good.

where do we begin (the rubble or our sins) by procrastinatingbookworm

Crowley and Aziraphale in the aftermath of the eruption of Mount Vesuvius.

is it that we are dying? by NeverNooitNiet

Crowley gets the plague. And then someone has to go and bless him. Includes some fairly nasty descriptions of bubonic plague, major character discorporation, and some real nice angst and pre-Arrangement Crowley and Aziraphale.

Modern Love by punkfaery

Apparently I am a sucker for “stories that bounce around historical periods with Crowley and Aziraphale”, and also this is just a really beautifully written piece with the two of them and developing relationship feelings and I’m just very fond of it.

Under the Apple Tree by NotaSpaceAlien

Crowley runs into a bit of a situation with some angels, and Aziraphale helps out. He thinks that maybe things might be starting to change, a little. More early-days (earlier days) Crowley and Aziraphale, more of that hurt/comfort stuff that I love so much.

Game Over, Insert Coin by irisbleufic & procrastinatingbookworm

Am I always going to be a sucker for time loop fic in any fandom? Yes, yes I am. aka - this is the one where Crowley repeats the day of the end of the world over and over until he gets it right, in this case meaning “more hand holding, you dumbass.”

how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by Handful_of_Silence

A severely unfortunately accident results in Aziraphale being kidnapped by a human sorcerer just as his and Crowley’s relationship is starting to get off the ground, and I’m making this fic sound a lot funnier and more light-hearted than it actually is.

such surpassing brightness by Handful_of_Silence

The one where Aziraphale has been a queer icon for centuries, and Crowley finds out about it. I love fic that uses some kind of multimedia/creative formatting, and the way this fic plays with using film summaries/academic articles/fake blog posts in building itself...is just very well done. Just read this one this morning and I love it.

every angel is terrifying by punkfaery

A great fic about cosmic horror angels - or, well, eldritch angels(/demons) and their true forms. I really liked this one, not least for its descriptions of Aziraphale and Crowley’s true forms.

the prophet’s song by ApprenticeofDoyle (WIP)

So this one is still in progress but I really like what’s posted so far - Crowley gets yanked across universes (or rather, swaps universes) into one where he and Aziraphale never had an Arrangement and the Apocalypse is night. (And the corresponding Crowley’s swapped into the other one.)

the still point of the turning world by punkfaery

A fic where Crowley, post-Apocawasn’t, having a bit of a crisis about the idea that he might have actually forever lost Aziraphale.

#anonymous #conversating #good omens #fic rec #this is the first fic rec list i've finished in months i feel like #long post for ts

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orbitariums · 5 years

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you should see yourself* | tom holland + woc / plus sized reader

the asterisk mark signals sexual content! i know i said i wouldn’t post tom smut on this blog but i’ve become super attracted to him lately so. here it is. also, i know that i post rlly cute imagines so this is gonna seem SO out of place but there’s no hiding it!

also, this starts off really cute so if you just wanna read the cute part and no smut honestly go ahead, i’ll warn when it gets smutty.

contains: plus-sized/thick reader, lots of talk about body image and self-worth, dick-riding, blowjob, encouragement, nude-taking, very wholesome and not wholesome all at once. hope you enjoy.

disclaimer: this imagine is not meant to say that you need a skinny white man (whom we love!) to tell u that you're beautiful in order to actually feel/be beautiful! u already are. i just thought the concept was attractive honestly.

Tonight was a low key night at Tom's place. He had rented an expensive penthouse near the area he was filming his new movie and you had tagged along with him, which meant you got to stay with him in his luxury penthouse, watch him film, and be a part of his celebrity lifestyle.

And, being his girlfriend, you were already a part of his celeb lifestyle, reaching low level celebrity status yourself on Instagram, gaining quite a few followers just for being in a relationship with Tom. But here, you got to see what it was really like.

Currently, it was a long day of work and you were finally relaxing with Tom, the both of you exhausted but still somehow awake, keeping each other company. You were both sprawled out in his California king bed, the sheets distraught and pulling in every which way. You were each half covered by the sheets and watching TV on the huge curved TV feet away from you.

Tom was shirtless with his arms sprawled out and a drink pressed to his lips, while you were cuddled into him, your head on his chest and your hands resting on his chest as well. His curls were a mess from filming all day and being out all day but he still looked good.

Next to you on the end table was a box of pizza that only had two slices left, considering the first thing you did when you got home only an hour ago was order a pizza and cuddle in the dark bedroom. The only lights in the room were coming from the glare of the TV screen. Tom spotted you still awake on his chest and hummed, kissing the top of your head and running his fingers through your hair,

"Oh, you're still awake. I thought for sure you'd passed out."

"Nope, still up," you said, blinking tiredly as fuzz was coming up in your eyes.

You wished you could say you were up because you weren't tired, but that was a lie, you both were. Tom was tired from filming and being out all day every day, and you were tired because you insisted on being by his side all day every day and being a supportive girlfriend. You wanted to be with Tom as much as possible, see it through that he was enjoying his career and just be able to experience the magic that was his acting.

But being Tom's girlfriend could be tiring, even if you just wanted to support as much as possible. Even though you had gained a few fans from being Tom's girl, you had also gained a lot more media attention than you had bargained for, and a lot of negativity.

The negativity surrounding you dating Tom wasn't a big deal, you didn't care much about that aspect of it. But you did care about the things people said about your physical appearance - first there were the people who were angry that you were a woman of color dating Tom, deemed unworthy for him simply because of your skin color.

Your friends had all said you were way out of his league and that Tom was lucky to even have the privilege of dating a woman of color, but some people on the internet had very strong opinions against that. Next, was the explicit body shaming you endured.

None of the hate was very terrible on either end but it hurt your heart a little when you posted a picture of yourself in a bathing suit or on the red carpet with Tom in a dress you thought was nice, and saw those blurbs of comments talking about how big your boobs were, the noticeable bit of stomach you had, your thick thighs or your cellulite.

It was embarrassing to have your body nit picked like that, and as much as you tried to tell yourself that none of those comments mattered and that you were beautiful no matter what other people tried to tell you, and that every body was beautiful, you still thought about those things from time to time.

The hate wasn't so excessive that anyone really seemed to notice, even Tom. He of course was too busy commenting heart eye and drooling emojis on every single one of your posts, and he never occupied himself with haters or negative energy, but he still wanted to protect you with every fiber of his being. So it wasn't that he was ignoring the hate or being dismissive of it, it was simply that he was too obsessed with you to even acknowledge that anyone else could hate you.

So, you were up, overthinking, as you sometimes did, all the comments that you got and all the hate messages you received, as few as there were, prowling your mind.

You looked up at him in search for his eyes, but he was distracted by the TV. So you patted his chest, your head still resting down on him and purred his name,

"Tom?"

"Hmm?" he hummed, looking down at you and going back to massaging your head.

You bit down on your lip tentatively, like you were scared of how he might react to what you were going to say,

"How do you deal with all the... the hate comments?"

Tom just smiled lightly and laughed, a bit confused,

"What do you mean, love?"

You shrugged nonchalantly as if none of this related to you, trying to sound as oblivious as possible, as if you were simply curious and not practically asking for advice,

"You know, like, people being mean to you and nasty for no reason? How do you deal with that? Like, getting mean comments or messages."

Tom shrugged too, as if this were no big deal to him,

"I mean, luckily, I don't get a lot of hate. But it definitely happens - every now and then there'll be some rude comment or something that makes me just a teensy bit sad. But then I perk up and remember it's all good. Because I have a beautiful life, with beautiful people around me and that person is probably just lacking beauty in their life, that's why they feel the need to comment mean things."

He could sense how you had paused, a slight tension rising in the air as you just sat there, and he looked down at you again, his strong hand now caressing your arm gently up and down. He could sense you were deep in thought, staring into the dim and darkness and thinking about nothing.

"Why? Something bothering you?" he asked, his tone concerned as he gazed down at you, stroking your arm and nuzzling his chin into the top of your head.

You looked up at him again and couldn't help the pout that had made its way onto your face, frowning,

"People say... mean things under my posts sometimes. Now that we've been out publicly. I didn't say anything to you because I didn't think you noticed and I didn't think it mattered that much, but it's been getting to me. Just a little."

Tom sat up a bit and cradled you in his arms slightly so you were still cuddling with him when he moved, furrowing his brows,

"What? Who's saying stuff? What are they saying?"

If you hadn't been so deep in thought you would've smiled, even laughed, at his sudden posture of concern and how fast he had gone from sleepy and unbothered to alert and concerned. But you were honestly just trying not to cry. It was probably the mixture of hurt from the comments you got and the fact that you were exhausted that was making you feel so emotional all of the sudden, but it was all coming to the surface now.

You had tucked away the feeling each of these hurtful comments gave to you, letting the hurt sit and soak in some locked away place for far too long, with no outlet to let out the way these comments made you feel about yourself. You had even become a bit self conscious in real life, gazing at yourself for longer than usual in the mirror when you were undressing, or wondering how your thighs really looked to other people when you sat down.

You even found yourself self conscious around Tom, even though you knew he loved every part of you for who you were. But sometimes in the bedroom you became careful of how you moved or what angle you were at, and although these moments didn't happen often, the fact that they occurred at all on account of the fact that those comments were stored somewhere in some tiny place in your mind was something to note.

You didn't want it to bother you at all, and you wished you were one of those people who could say it didn't bother you and mean it, but unfortunately you weren't. Still, you didn't want Tom to worry too much, so you just said it nonchalantly, as if it didn't bother you much,

"I dunno. Just random people... sometimes your fans who I guess aren't really your fans. They'll just comment, just... mean stuff."

"What mean stuff, babe?" Tom pried, and you cursed him for being so caring because you really didn't want him to worry so much, but you knew you shouldn't downplay anything or lie to him.

You almost felt like crying and Tom could tell from your very voice that you were holding back tears that had been brewing up inside of you for far too long,

"They just... they say things about us. Saying I don't deserve you because I'm not white, which is like, okay whatever fuck you. But then some people will nitpick and point out things about my body that I never even noticed. I know I'm not like, a fucking skinny Amazonian goddess, but I'm not a monster. Like, I never noticed my cellulite or my rolls or my stretch marks until after that."

You had let a tear shed, but you weren't thinking about Tom anymore, you were just letting your feelings free flow.

"It's like, those type of comments make you take a long, hard look in the mirror and they make me feel like picking at my entire body. It's like, it's not that many comments and I know I shouldn't let it get to me, but it's like the first time since grade school anyone has said anything about my body that has really stuck. You know? It hurts, even though I'm probably one of the most confident people I know."

It didn't even take a beat for Tom to start speaking once you finished. He shook his head slowly over and over and wrapped his arms around you.

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. Come here, baby," he said.

And with that, he lifted you up gently and placed you over his lap so you weren't cuddling your head into his chest anymore, but you were straddling him, your legs on either side of him. He was making direct eye contact with you even in the dark of the night and the dim lighting of your room. He placed his hands on your arms and was caressing your arms up and down gently.

"You... are beautiful," he said, his face so serious and yet so faithful that you knew he was telling you that you had better believe it.

Your entire body felt warm as he graduated from your arms to your waist, letting his hands run along your sides - you were in just a pair of boy briefs and a sheer blouse you only wore inside. His hands ran along every curve on your side, every part of you that you had been overanalyzing in the mirror due to comments, his hands seeming to possess some type of mending magic that made it okay again. Because he loved it all, and you did too, beneath all the comments that had been bogging you down.

"Yeah?" he said, less of a question than an agreement that he wanted you to acknowledge.

"Yeah," you said meekly, nodding gently, looking down into his eyes.

He positioned himself so he was leaning upright against his pillow and his hands gripped onto your sides so he could hold you in place, and he leaned forward to press soft kisses to your neck,

"Never let anyone tell you or make you think any different, okay?"

"I know, but-"

"Nope, no buts. You are definitely the sexiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on, okay, inside and out. And a lot of people want what you have, that's why they leave those comments. Or they're really sad about their lives, unlike the two of us. Those people that say those silly things like that are crocks of shit, honestly. And I know it's easier said than done, but you can't let that get to you, babe."

You pouted out of happiness, cooing,

"I love you."

"Love you too, darling. I'm serious though, do not ever let a stupid asshole, 'fan' of mine or not, make you feel less than. Hell, it's me who doesn't deserve you. I don't ever want you to look in the mirror and see anything less than what you are, which is a beautiful young lady who deserves the world. You're hardworking, smart, and you know what you want. Not to mention you're so supportive in everything I do, which is so much to ask for. So fuck them," Tom said, closing off beautifully.

Now you wanted to cry, this time for the right reasons. Your bottom lip quivered as you gazed into his eyes, and saw the admiration and want for you in his eyes, and heard the genuine tone behind his words.

"Baby, stop, you're gonna make me cry," you joked, chuckling a little.

"You're gonna make me cry," Tom said back to you, and you laughed at his ever so charming, personable personality. "Come here," he then said, his voice lower and less baby talk like.

"I'm here," you teased, smiling down at him playfully.

"I mean come here," he said, his hands traveling down to your butt as he pulled you closer onto his lap so you were straddling him directly on top of his crotch.

[ okkk folks we are entering smut zone if you do not wish to read the smutty part ]

He was wearing a hoodie and some boxers and you were thinking of how easy it would be to take both those things off of his body. His hands were traveling from your waist to your lower thighs and cupping your ass from time to time, and he was smiling mischievously, that sort of know it all smirk he had appearing on his face.

"Not to be possessive but I like knowing I'm the only guy who sees you like this. I mean really like this. You know how many guys would die to have you on top of them, and it's me who wins the jackpot?" Tom said, his teeth showing in his small smile.

"Oh yeah?" you challenged him playfully, smirking back.

"Hell yeah. Kinda crazy how that works, yeah?"

"Super crazy," you nodded, just giving in to whatever he said and giggling.

Before you knew it he had pressed his lips against yours and he was kissing up against your neck and speaking softly into your ear, already taking off your blouse with swiftness. You bit down on your lip, covering your chest with your arm because it was cold, and smiling cheekily down at him.

"You're so sexy," he said unashamedly, leaning back and surveying your body and how you looked with no top on, now wanting to see how you looked with nothing else on tonight.

You just giggled, used to Tom's comments during your times like this, but now it meant something more and you felt giddy inside. You looked down and started to palm him through his boxers. He was already getting hard but your touch made him grow rock hard beneath your palms, and the friction between the two of you made you both sweat.

You were leaving that girly mode and you both knew what you wanted, it was so clear. Tom's eyes, usually bright and animated, were now hooded and lustful, and you got a sense of excitement that you were the only one who got to see him like this.

You pulled at the collar of his hoodie and cocked your head to the side, surveying him, and asked,

"You want me? Only me?"

Tom nodded ever so seriously and you saw his jaw clench,

"Only you."

"Promise?" you teased him, kissing him right on the lips, a long kiss that would've lasted longer had you not pulled away first.

"Of course," he said, and his voice threatened to crack just because he was so in awe of you and the control you had over him - he didn't understand how anyone could say these things about you.

You slid out of your underwear, Tom's eyes immediately dipping low to the exposed skin, filled with lust and want once more, nearly salivating. He let his fingers drag absentmindedly along your clit, focusing on that one area and listening to your change in breathing patterns - he already knew what you liked but he always listened. He was rough and yet loving, two of his fingers grinding up against your clit in slow circles, making you erratic.

He looked up at you, though you were looking down at his hand, continuing those wicked, slow circles into your clit and in a lower voice than usual he said,

"I want you to ride me." When your only response was a whimper that stemmed from the stimulation he was giving you, he said, "Yeah?"

"Mm hm, I got it."

"And I want you to know you look fucking fantastic taking my dick, okay?" he pushed some of your hair behind your ear. "Really do it, okay?"

"God, yes," he stopped the motions against your clit and slid his hand away, placing his fingers in your mouth for you to suck.

"Good girl. So wet already."

You bucked your hips against his erection in his pants and he understood, sliding his sweats down until his erection sprang out, sitting against his stomach until he wrapped his hand around the base and made you scoot closer. To tease him, you grinded your hips up against the base of his dick, making it wet with your juices. You looked at him, head already hung back in bliss, and licked your upper lip with your tongue. That worked every time.

"Does that feel good, Tommy?" you asked him with a devilish grin on your face, your eyes teasing and inticing in the darkness of the room.

"Yes, baby, feels so good," he groaned, facing you again and watching your hips roll against him, your wet pussy smearing against his lower abdomen.

You took his dick into your hands again and cupped him in your hands, stroking him up and down with both hands closed around him, smirking at him. He was enjoying it, you could tell, his stomach rose and fell faster and he had to clear his throat abruptly. But he stopped you, placing his hands on your waist,

"Stop that, darling, you're gonna make me come already."

You tilted your head innocently,

"But don't you want to?"

He was placing soft kisses against your neck again, and squeezing your ass with his hands as he shook his head and in a low voice said,

"Not if it's not inside you."

You bit down on your lip when he said that and your heart jumped, and now you were bored of teasing him. You positioned yourself above his tip and he kept his hands tight around your waist as you let the head of his dick tease your entrance. You mewled out, your face contorting in pleasure, your mouth dropping open slightly,

"Baby that feels so good," you gasped, still not letting yourself drop all the way down.

Tom pressed his lips against yours and you let his tongue inside your mouth, kissing passionately until you found the sensation of his dick pressing against your flit too strong and had to do something. You dropped your hips down slowly onto him, taking in the whole of his head and the shaft until you dropped fully down onto the base of him.

You had already pulled apart from him in the kiss by the time you started to slide down, desperate moans leaving your lips. Tom on the other hand, has his jaw clenched fully and his eyes closed, his breathing heavy. You sunk down completely onto him and then circled your hips around him so you could feel all of him inside every part of you.

"Baby," you whimpered.

"Mm hm?" Tom answered back, his voice just as soft and weak.

"I can feel all of you inside of me, so fucking deep inside of me," you whined, rolling your hips once again as he hit all your spots.

"Yeah? You like when I fill you up, huh?" he sighed out and brushed some of your hair back, a question to which you had only physical responses as answers.

You licked your lips as you placed your hands down on his chest for support as you lifted yourself up and started to ride him, slowly at first and then picking up speed, your breaths becoming short, high pitched gasps. Tom was filling you so fucking well and at the same time, he felt your wet pussy around him and how warm you felt around him, fitting him like a glove.

Your walls surrounded his length and the feeling of your wet folds slicking against him, increasing lubrication made him cry out. He felt like he had something stuck in his throat as he kept swallowing, but he couldn't help but let a few deep groans escape his lips.

You felt his hands all over you, every part of you, touching and kissing and caressing your body as if to remind you how beautiful it all was and how much he enjoyed seeing it, especially like this. At one point he had his eyes shut closed, hand covering his forehead and temples and his mouth open, just moaning and grunting.

"Fuck, babe," he groaned out, breathing out unsteadily from his nose and

"I'm close, baby," you panted, practically digging your nails into his shoulders.

"Come for me, YN," Tom said, biting down on his lips. You started to slow your movements, going from bouncing on his dick when you came up to the top and then slowly grinding your hips forward once you sunk down onto him, a move that made him moan out and jerk his hips forward into you. "Fucking hell," he moaned out, closing his eyes once again. "Christ, YN," he chuckled out.

"This gets you every single time," you said, having to hold back a moan to laugh.

He laughed a bit,

"I'm a simple man."

But just a few moments later your casual talk became full of filth and praise yet again, Tom staying true to the purpose of you riding him and encouraging you to come. He didn't just start sex with you just to start it, he wanted to see you in your confident space again and when you were riding him, you were incredibly confident and comfortable.

You looked like a goddess on top of him and he wanted you to see that, wanted you to remember that no one else's opinion mattered. He liked the feeling of being dominated by you, and what better way to dominate than to be on top?

He started to praise you, his words filthy and somehow wholesome at the same time, making you want him to pound into you as you increased your speed as he spoke, slamming down onto him and putting you both into an ecstatic state.

"That's it babe, there you go darling," he said, smiling and smirking up at you, his eyes unashamedly focused on your breasts bouncing up and down each time you took him all in and then came up again. "You've always been incredibly good at this, YN, you know that?"

"Yeah? How long have we been dating again?" you giggled.

"Just over a year," Tom smirked. "And you always look so good taking all of me, don't you?"

You just whimpered in response, overwhelmed by his words and the feeling of him inside of you, your head rolling back and hair hanging behind your head.

"Yeah," Tom bit his lip with a mischievous smile and kept talking you up. "You look so beautiful doing something so filthy. You're so gorgeous, everything about you is, inside and out. Don't forget that."

"Tom," you moaned out his name, and he cocked his head, his hands now rubbing on your thighs and waist, holding onto you tight,

"Yes, love?"

"Don't stop, I'm gonna come," you moaned out, feeling the build up in your stomach and needing that final release to let it all go.

Tom inched his hand forward and started to rub slow circles on your clit, heightening every sensation you were feeling and making your stomach lurch with a feeling of euphoria. He was focused on his hand for a moment, but then looked up at you, his eyes deep and genuine but a small smirk on his face. It didn't even sound like him for a moment, when he casually noted,

"You should see yourself from this angle."

At that, you nearly made a full stop because of the earth-shattering orgasm you were experiencing, letting go everything that had been built up. You couldn't hear for a second, but from the look on Tom's face, your orgasm and clenching around him as you came continuously led him to his own orgasm. You were breathing hard and fast, feeling his hot pumps of cum spilling into you and dripping out of you at once.

You were already about to come, but it seemed like those words got you to that point. You had heard Tom say so many beautiful things to you, both in the bedroom and outside the bedroom, about you as a person, how much he liked your body, but he hadn't said anything quite like that before. It was something he noted so casually as if he were just making conversation but it drove you into a frenzy that made you practically short circuit. He had spun you into a web of wonders that you had never been in before, and his words were plastered in your mind.

To think that Tom liked to see you in such an unbridled state, hair messy, every bit of your body, every "flaw", nook and cranny visible to him - all your stretch marks, cellulite, fat, discoloration, everything that people took the time out of their day to make hateful comments about. To think that anyone could love all of it regardless of your own self doubts. You felt incredibly appreciated and flattered, as if this was his first time complimenting you.

He'd never said anything quite like that before, not in that voice, not with that satisfied, in awe look on his face. He was in awe of you, his eyes said that he thought you were an absolute angel. He wanted you to realize you were perfect in every way, that all your growth didn't have to do with your physical form but the even better person you became.

You had both slowed a while ago, and now you were just cockwarming him, your hips sunk down entirely on him. You were still throbbing from your orgasm and you could feel him pulsing inside of you. Tiredly, he murmured,

"Baby, get up. I wanna see what a mess we made."

Slowly, whimpering all the same, you slid up off his dick and let his cum spill out of you and onto his abdomen. Your clit was throbbing at the sight and you just wanted to lick him clean, even with how tired you were. And so you did, and he was moaning doggedly and maneuvering your head gently with his hand as you sucked him clean of your taste, and then shared a full lipped kiss with him that lasted for quite some time in the darkness.

You were still in a disarray but your thoughts were coming together, slowly now. You were entirely naked and you lay there resting for a moment, but Tom stayed up next to you with his arm around you because you murmured how you "still wanted to talk" after you got a nap.

After a few minutes you woke up, and feeling confident, you didn't feel the need to cover up. You let Tom clean you up with a cloth and put new underwear on, then curled right up into his lap. He had wiped the sweat off his forehead and body and was wearing boxers now, and you sat down on his lap, straddling his abdomen.

"I love you," Tom said, kissing your forehead. "So much."

"I love you too, Tommy," you smiled and kissed his lips shortly. "I'm so glad I have you."

"Me too, darling," he snuggled his nose against yours. He was holding your hands and playing with his fingers when he said. "Babe?"

"Yeah?" you brought his hand up to your lips and kissed it.

"You came so hard, like, I've never felt you come that hard before."

"Really?" you smirked. "You know, it was all you. When you said that... I kind of lost it."

"Said what?" Tom chuckled. "I've got short term memory after that incredible experience."

You giggled and bit down on your lip,

"You said (you impersonated his accent), 'you should see yourself from this angle.' You know, you've never said anything quite like that to me. Sure, you've said a lot of hot things but this was something different. I think I short-circuited."

"Really? You liked that that much?" Tom asked slyly, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. "Maybe I should do it more often then," he said, biting down on your bottom lip and pulling down slowly, his voice muffled.

You laughed and pulled away,

"I'm definitely inviting you to. And hey... thanks. For what you said, just, everything you said. I needed it."

"No, you don't need me to tell you that you're beautiful. You already know that, sometimes people just get into our heads. But we're not going to let that happen anymore, right?"

"Hell no. Fuck em."

"Fuck em," Tom said. He seemed to get an idea as he cocked his head. "In fact..." he grabbed his phone next to him. "I'm going to post a picture of you right now. From this very magnificent angle."

You giggled,

"Tom. I'm naked. And it's dark."

"Yeah but iPhones have got flash for a reason. And you can cover yourself with your arm. Or I can just take a picture of you and not post it. Or nothing at all. It's your body," Tom said, shrugging, but the way he was acting, how badly you could tell he wanted this photo of you at this angle for safe keeping was a turn on and you appreciated the gesture so much.

You laughed,

"Okay, I'll let you post it. But isn't this a bit scandalous for your Instagram followers? And Marvel?"

Tom shrugged,

"If they can hate on you they can see you on top of me, I think."

You snorted and posed for the picture, just a simple sly smile to the camera with your hands covering your breasts, a picture Tom snapped of you from the waist up.

"Now that's photography," Tom said, and he uploaded it to Instagram with the caption "my girl ♡" and watched the internet grow in flames in the span of ten minutes.

You spent the rest of the night cuddling and sleeping in each others arms, and from then on, no amount of hate comments could ever put you down.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #marvel #smut #woc!reader

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richukisbb · 5 years

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Girl you know good & well we wanna know more!!

Haha okay! A continuation from this post!!

Please feel free to stop by my inbox! Thank you for letting me relive this day ❤️💕❣️

So I was sitting fourth row from the court and then these five boys came in but they didn’t know who should sit where and then richard took the initiative to sit first then chris. At the time I didn’t know that they were CNCO (please don’t come for me 😔)

But I knew they were somebody by the way that they dressed and came in together. Surprisingly their managers weren’t there like frfr who let them do these things alone?

So my dad and I were talking and he didn’t know who they were, just thought maybe they were the next Menudo… I realized I left my bag at the venue restaurant and I was freaking out. That meant I had to pass them in order to exit the row.

I passed Richard then Chris and here’s how you know Chris be a fucking friendly flirt because as I’m passing him, he looks up at me and is like, “Hi mami.”

I HAD NO IDEA WHO HE WAS AT THE TIME SO I’M INTERNALLY SCREAMING LIKE “Whose child is this?”

Again I didn’t know who I was talking to so I just waved at him and said hi back lmaoo.

I come back to the seats (I GOT MY BAG BACK BTW!!) and my dad is like “You should say hi to them now because they might not come back for half time.” But I didn’t wanna say “hi who are you?”

So when they were doing their IG stories, I was fucking squealing to my dad about JOhn Mulaney bc he walked in with Pete Davidson and you can hear me on richard’s story like “OMFGGG ITS JOHN MULANEY” whom I dont really care for but I wasn’t aboutta fan girl over pete.

I kept peeping Richard’s phone and it lit up with CNCO updates from twitter then I was like 😱😱😱😱😱

Also their WhatsApp groupchat is a very real thing lmaoo

I texted a friend who was a fan “bro i think im sitting next to cnco” and i seent her those pics of Chris and Joel.

I sent her this photo so she could tell me who I’m sat with.

Then my dad was like “you really need to say something now if you want a picture.”

With any ounce of confidence i had, I was like “Are you guys CNCO?”

And they all collectively, ten eyes and five heads turn to me like “YEAH!”

I told them “you all dressed like one unit and I figured that you looked familiar” PLEASE DONT EXPOSE ME TO THEM THAT I ONLY KNEW REGGAETON LENTO AT THE TIME 😩

No one had come up to them yet so I guess they were really excited that someone recognized them.

Then I asked for a picture and my dad took it.

SO THIS IS HOW AND WHY IM IN RICHARD’S LANE! It just happened that i talked to him the most because we sat next to each other.

Rich and I talked about being from New York and if he misses home. Then we talked about how they were doing promo things but after the NY trip they were headed, I think, for a short vacation. We talked about basketball and this game is our first game so he high fives me.

Then we stopped talking for a little bit but yall this man’s leg was

P R E S S E D against mine the whole time!!!

I was like “am I dreaming this or is he really not gonna move his leg off me??”

But also I hadn’t seen my ex in five months because we were doing “long distance” so any amount of physical touch from a guy i was aboutta 🥵🥵🥵

Then half time rolls around and they all leave. When the break is over, they actualluy don’t return and my dad was like “at least you got the picture.”

bc most celebs don’t stay past half time, it’s mostly to show their faces and then bounce.

bUT OUR BOYS COME BACK Richard and Chris are drinking beer I think. So I jokingly said to richard, “Oh, you're legal?”

I SHOULD’VE KNOWN THEY WERE BUT I DIDN’T

And hes like “Yeah shortie!”

So they’re also doing their IG live at this time (I have videos I took while they were Ig-ing live but tumblrwont let me publish onto this doc) You can kind of see me in my blue shirt in some frames.

I know word gets out that CNCO is at the game so the venue asks if they could be on the jumbotron and of course they say yes. The song they play to introduce them was reggaeton lento. CHECK OUT THIS LINK! I TOOK THIS VIDEO OF THEM!!

Im fucking laughing bc my dad kept pushing my back to get me into the frame of the jumbotron, which again you could see my blue shirt on it.

Anyway it’s time for them to go and they leave the game a little early because they dont wanna be caught with the crowds. They’re all super nice and turn to say bye to me.

But real quick I ask richard if I could get a hug

and he says “Of course, baby.”

I REMEMBER THIS BC MY DUMB THEN BOYFRIEND HADN’T CALLED ME “BABY” WHERE I FELT LIKE IT MEANT SOMETHING.

So another man calling me baby, I’m like: damn I’ll be your baby any day of the week.

Which in all seriousness, even though he’s richardcamacho, there was a gut feeling of “this stranger (okay so hes a celeb but so what) shouldn’t have such an impact on me if I’m getting enough love from my boyfriend.”

ANYWAY we hug and I accidentally tip off his hat.

They come behind our seats and I shake Erick’s hand which is where I told him that he had pretty eyes and he’s like “oh! thank u!!”

And that’s pretty much my story with how I met them 🥰🥰🥰

BONUS CONTENT:

I told my ex that I hugged Richard Camacho and HE BLEW UP ON ME lmaooo.

HE was like: how would you like it if I hugged a random B list celebrity?

YA KNOW I’m at fault for hugging a fucking billion+ streamed latin artist but he can go and fuck around with six other women during our whole relationship???

AYEE

So we broke up and it started because he was jealous of Richard, which is so fucking dumb. But I’m glad it happened yk? Otherwise, I’d still be in the relationship.

But at the time I didn’t know he was cheating until a week later I was thinking “There’s no way we broke up because you got jealous over a celebrity” and sure enough he was fucking with 6 other women. I have screenshots, pics, voicemails... the hardest part is he doesn’t think he did anything wrong.

To his deathbed, he believes that he was a devoted and true boyfriend.

I’m clearly still hurt and angry, healing too. But healing isn’t linear. Some days are better than others.

When I first found out about the cheating, all I listened to were the CNCO albums and drowned myself in interviews. I read imagines, blurbs, and fell for witty comments that y’all be posting on their photos.

I’m truly so thankful for my CNCOwner family.

I hope we all get to meet our boys. I’d tell them how thankful I was that they went to that game and how much their music has impacted my life; for it lead me to all of you 💕💕💕

#I cry #im emo!Richard now #siiigh #cnco #joel pimentel #zabdiel de jesus #richard camacho #christopher velez #erick brian colon #mun

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jawllines · 6 years

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CONGRATS also what happened to our blurbbbbbb :(

HELLO I AM SORRY!! HERE IS THE WEREWOLF BLURB :D

Harry had dealt with his fair share of whiny pups in his day.

Hell, most of the time he was the whiney pup himself. Despite being the Alpha, and for the most part being sturdy and phlegmatic, when it was just him and Y/N in a room together then he could be the absolute whiniest thing. Only because she allows him to get away with it, petting at his curls, grazing her fingertips up the skin of his sinewy back while simultaneously teasing and soothing him with gentle words spoken often just loud enough for him to hear.

This mostly occurred when she’d have been caught up in her school work or at the bakery and Harry can’t help but begin to feel neglected, especially when he’s been banished to the other side of the couch so she can focusing on writing her essay during his impromptu visits to her flat. That’s when he was the most abhorrent, he’d reckon, quietly sulky and whiney as to give her the chance to finish, but their bond makes it almost impossible for her not to feel his downtrodden mood shift. He figures she feels guilty then, beckoning him over with a soft call of his name and Harry all but scrambles for the opportunity to curl their bodies within one another.

It’s in those moments the notions of her being his true mate are only reaffirmed, coaxing him to nothing but a muddle of purrs and endearment towards her. Very seldom is she the whiny pup -- she’s lovey and warm and soft but never a complaint or a grumble at her lips when he’s busy or tending to other things.

So now, when she’s in a state such as this one, Harry isn’t sure what to do.

The beginnings of it had been that morning, when he’d woken to the strips of sunlight cascading against the walls and the dark sheets of his bed. Normally he might wake up to Y/N already stretching out her body, or curled nicely against his body, her back to his chest snuggled close. However, now her arm was wrapped around him tightly, and her leg had been positioned over his own almost possessively. The apple of her cheek was pressed to his chest and he could just barely feel her lips brush against his nipple, pebbled from the damp warmth of her breath. He had attempted to untangle her from him so that he could position them in a way he could wake her with kisses before venturing down to the dining hall for brekkie, but she wouldn’t budge. Grumbled in her sleep and stubbornly latched on tighter to him.

“Pet,” he’d murmured -- his tongue felt heavy in his mouth, how it does every morning, but he forces it to move, “Wake up f’r me.” He’d given her a shake or two before she was properly roused, and there had been something different in her eyes this morning. Something needier almost. She appeared cute as ever, and soft as ever, she smelled sweeter than normal as well which urged his cock awake some, and when he’d tried untangling them once more she groaned aloud and shook her head.

“Don’ move,” she had attempted to order, “Want to cuddle more. Love you.”

Harry had felt mushy of course, and he thinks he would’ve even considered skipping breakfast if it meant just letting her cling onto him how she was -- to revel in that sleepy possessiveness that she’d otherwise be too embarrassed to show -- but her stomach rumbled to life, demanding to be heard and catered to. So he’d mustered the strength he knows he has to overpower her, and just brings her along with him as he sits upward, ignoring the long whine that stretched from her throat.

He’d imagined it had just been some post-sleep snuggles that she’d been working out of her system but that was far from the case. When Harry moved, she moved; if he walked to the dresser, she would tail behind him, and when he was brushing his teeth after she’d finish brushing hers, her forehead was pressed to his back, between his shoulder blades, just resting. He’d been concerned at first, feeling her forehead, “Are you feeling well, my love?” He had asked and she nodded, brows furrowed deep.

“What, I can’t want to be close to you?” She had replied defensively, though her arms were still locked around him as she’d placed them when he turned from the sink, “If it’s annoying then I’ll jus’ see if Niall wants my affection.”

Harry’s own brows furrowed, “No,” he grumbled shaking his head, “It’s not annoying, not at all -- you’re just more cuddly than usual, with me. Didn’t know if something was wrong.”

Y/N shakes her head, the irritation that he’d questioned her having left as she only hugs to him tighter when his own arms reciprocate around her body, “Just love you, s’all,” she’d replied with a soft sigh, and Harry thinks his heart may just burst from his chest when she continues, “Love you lots.”

“I love you too, baby,” he’d murmured, “Now let’s go get something to eat.”

It’d continued throughout breakfast, during their morning walk around the grounds flourishing with springtime, when he’d read to her from his father’s old journals (he didn’t think she’d much care for them, but she loved it -- hearing his father’s recounting of events across the world and within the pack was so enthralling to her, she often requested he even bring one when he came to visit her flat), and carrying on into lunch, and to now, as he’d just had to negotiate his way out of bed with her so he could coordinate their food orders by promising twenty-five kisses minimum when he returned. Y/N wanted to be near him at all times, warm on his body, holding onto him in some way, and if humans had the capability of purring he’s sure she would be.

Harry’s a little worried. Don’t get him wrong, he’s reveling in this sudden burst of love and affection, but it's at a caliber she’d never expressed before. If he didn’t know any better, he would say Y/N was on the cusp of her heat, but that. . .but that couldn’t --

Oh.

The sudden spark of the thought as Harry reaching into the desk in his office, tearing open the drawer on the top right side and pushing past the dagger that had linked him and Y/N’s blood together, for the book the Swedish woman sent him. It was full of information about their situation, which he had thumbed through quite often in the beginning, before they were together, but he’d recognized he’d always skipped over a chunk of pages. He can’t remember his exact reasoning but it had been along the lines of not wanting to get his hopes up and not wanting to form a knot at the thought of it.

When he finds the page, his eyes first flit over it quickly, searching for keywords that might clue him in on what he thinks may be happening and when he sees words like heat and possible and needy it prompts him to go back and read more carefully. Realization pooling around him, allowing him to plunge deep within its depths, and awakening his cock.

Y/N was in what the Swedish woman called, a “false heat”. Obviously, she can’t have one given she is a human, but since she is bonded with a werewolf -- an Alpha, no less -- her body has shifted into a state of this needing and wanting in order to accommodate him. Though his rut had already past, it was just her body trying to figure itself out; regulating so that she could match up with his rut, only to make the two of them a mass of insatiable desires until they’re both run dry.

And at the understanding that the reason she smelled much sweeter than usual was because she was wet and begging to be filled but didn’t know how to formulate it. His poor girl was so needy for him and he’d run off without a thought -- he can’t help but shake his head at himself.

So he all but runs back to his room, finding her flopped over on his bed, phone in hand above her face until she hears him and she turns to face him, lighting up once he enters, “You’re back sooner than expected,” she pushed herself up from her lying position, waving him over with both hands, “Sooner the bed, more of you to myself then.”

He climbed onto the bed and didn’t waste a moment, leaning forward and capturing her lips within his own. They were tender and warm, like she might have been nibbling on them in his absence, frustrated with the way she feels and not understanding why, and this only fuels him further. His hand slides up her back, palm flat between her shoulder blades as he levels her back down to the mattress. His whole body bristles when she moans, a longing, pretty little noise that makes him draw back. Fingers curling into the waistband of her pants, he wiggles them down her legs, and she’s more than compliant, her legs falling open for him to get in between.

“My sweet little puppy,” he murmured, more to himself than to her as he looks down, seeing that the fabric between her legs was nothing but a piece of soaked cotton. So soaked in fact, he could practically see through them, “Why didn’t you tell me your pussy was this wet, hmm? I knew I smelled something sweet,” he shook his head some, overwhelmed with the suddenness of her arousal hitting the air around them. His cock was filling quickly, even more so as he uses two fingers to merely pull the damp fabric to the side to take a peek at her weepy hole. He thinks he may pass out, eyes drinking her in to see her wet lips parted, clit engorged and begging for his mouth and he was more than ready and willing to give it to her, but first he pulls a little harder on her panties. The fabric splits apart, and she squeaks, “Still waiting for an answer.” He reminded her.

“I didn’t wanna bother you -- thought I was pushing it with the cuddles,” she struggled to get out as the pads of his fingers carefully graze over her lower lips, spreading her wetness around, slipping ever so carefully around all her sensitive spots, “Was happy just to -- just to cuddle.”

A smile pulls at his mouth, “You’re never pushing anything ever -- I love holding you and I love taking care of you in anyway you need me to,” and he takes mercy on her begging little pussy by sinking two fingers into her hole easily. He shivers some at how both tight and welcoming her hole is for him, curling his fingers up against the soft, spongy bump that makes her whole body tremble. Harry’s mouth waters when the whimpery little moan that leaves her mouth, enters his ears, and his heart swells when she grapples for him. Reaching out for his shoulder, she pulls him down so that he’s close, his arm between them as he begins slowly fucking his fingers in and out of her, while she decides to wrap her arms around his neck and hold him close again.

“Love you,” she murmurs, “Love you, love you, love you,” she repeats it like a mantra and Harry is soaking it in. Who would have ever thought his sweet little human would have any semblance of a heat? And one that just absolutely turns her into a mess of pure, unfiltered affection.

“I love you too, Darling,” he hums in response, pecking a kiss to her temple, “So much.”

. . .

Once Harry had worked four orgasms with his fingers and mouth alone, he was beginning to truly understand this false heat that she was going through. The poor thing was so needy -- probably the neediest she’s ever felt in her life -- so all the noises she let filter from her throat were unabashed, louder than she’s ever thought to be before. Her cunt was all accepting of everything he was able to offer, from three of his fingers curling up into that special spot that twists her up in greedy knots, keening for more, to his tongue that first laps at her soft petals, parting her lips around the wet muscle only to dip it within her. Her whole body was quivering. . .trembling like a leaf just barely clinging onto a branch in fall. . .but in the same breath, she was blooming for him. The carnal desire that she’s normally so reserved about, he was meeting for the first time, and it was the utmost gratifying.

When she cums, she begs for another, and though she grabs at his wrist when she’s feeling overstimulated she doesn’t tell him to stop or say their special word. She pleads and whines, babbles some and even mewls, to the point that he plugs her mouth with his fingers. Not because he wasn’t reveling in each pretty little sound she was producing but because this is what they’re meant to do for omegas in their heat. And it proves to work, her murmuring happily around his fingers, looking at him with these glossy, fucked out eyes that ooze nothing but love and adoration for him.

His cock is throbbing; a heavy weight in his boxers that almost feels unignorable at this point. This strokes him in all the best ways, his soft little human undulating at the thought of him inside of her. She had just come down from a nice, tightening orgasm around his fingers, where she’d milked them, soaking him to his palm and still asking for more. “Please,” she urged him, pulling him down towards her body, so his chest was flush against hers and she mouths pitifully at his lips, like she wants to kiss but keeps talking and cuts it off anytime they lock together for a moment, “Want you so bad -- everywhere, all over me, inside me, I --” her fingernails dig into the skin over his shoulder blades, shaking her head, “M’sorry, m’so needy but you’re -- you’re my Alpha, Harry need you so bad.”

Harry nearly busts off right there, a particularly strong throb rock through his prick and a thick string of precum dots the heather grey fabric of his boxers wet and sticky. He bristles with her claim and those words that he didn’t even know he needed to hear, were the ones that sparked the fire in his veins at an even higher temperature than before.

“Don’t apologize, never apologize,” he slips down closer to her, tilting his forehead against hers, their noses brushing together, “You’re right baby, I’m your Alpha -- need to take care of my girl, don’t I? Fill you up so full with my knot that you feel me leaking from you for days.” This makes her shiver, nodding quickly as she parts her legs open more easily for him. Harry has one hand up near her face, cradling her cheek and caressing the skin gently for a moment before he pushes up and the other he pushes his boxers off his legs, then taking the base of his cock in his hand and slipping it up her swollen, messy little slit. He looks down between them, the head shiny and slick with his own arousal, dipping into that sweet little oasis of a pussy she has for him.

He watches himself sink in, her walls wrapping around him and the filthiest groan leaves the both of them and Harry flops back over to her. Bottoms out deep within her, balls snug to her bum and he can already feel his knot forming. “God, baby,” he all but growls, shaking his head, “You sweet little thing, you’re so tight and warm for me aren’t you? Just the perfect fit for your Alpha, yeah?”

She’s nodding, letting him move her legs easily, so her leg was swung around his forearm with the inside of her knee to his skin, as he begins to steadily fuck into her. The pads of his fingers dig dents into the flesh of her thighs, rocking back and forth and Y/N seems like she’s fallen into paradise. Her eyes are wet with tears, and she loops her fingers around the thin skin of his wrists, pulling the two fingers that had been in her mouth back against her tongue. “Oh, sweet girl,” he hushes her, petting at her tongue, “I love you so much.”

Harry’s hitting her spot again and again, and she’s mewling for him, “I wove you so mu-tch,” she cries out to him, “G’na cum, I think m’g’na cum.”

“Yeah?” His voice is a low rumble, “Cum for me then, yeah? Squeeze me baby, squeeze me tight around my knot.”

Y/N listens, moaning and her walls begin pulsating around him intensely. It pushes him towards his own end, giving a shaky breath, another deep growl as he buries his face into her neck and breathes in the sweet scent of her as his knot swells, slipping into her dripping hole as he cums shot, after shot inside of her, filling her so full that its slipping around his shaft as some of it leaks out of her around his balls. Thighs trembling as they squeeze around his hips, overstimulated and sensitive as she finishes out her orgasm. He wants to slump over her and rest but he can’t, instead shifting them to the side so that they were on their sides, facing one another and her hooks her leg around his hip to keep her close.

“I love you so much,” she whimpers, leaning forward and rubbing their noses together mawkishly.

Harry’s heart grows in his chest, and he feels so soft, sliding his palm up and down her back, “I love you more, my love,” he puckered his lips, placing a gentle kiss on her mouth and he tastes the salt of her tears from before, and his heart yanks. “You’re my whole world. Do you know that?”

“No, you’re mine,” she counters, burrowing her face into his chest, “I love you most.”

They could do this all day and night, he’s sure of it, and the fact that they could make him feel immensely warm. He was in bed, with his mate, and though he was knotted with her after the filthiest act, the moment felt so pure and innocent. . .full of love.

Harry’s happy and he doesn’t think he could ask for anything more.

#BLURBS #OR #BLURB #Anonymous

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itsthwippingtime · 6 years

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A Marvelous Christmas

(haha) Hey everyone!!! Okay so I’m just gonna jump right in and tell you what this post is about. So I know there are many of you who have trouble during the holidays, whether it be lack of family, conflicting families, unsupportive families, etc. I get it. It’s tough and shitty and its even shittier when you are forced to socialize with your family because “it’s christmas and we’re family so we’re gonna be together.”

While I can’t exactly make your family better, maybe I - along with the help of many others can make your holidays better?? I was thinking certain people, Holiday Leaders, can sign up to be available to spread some Christmas cheer. From December 23rd to January 1st (DATES SUBJECT TO CHANGE) certain people (list will be posted later) will be available for specifically giving out holiday cheer in any way they see fit - hand written notes, nice messages, advice, encouraging one liners, fluffy blurbs, whatever - to make whatever situation you’re in a little brighter. Now theres information below for both leaders and people who think they might want to send asks during this time period so please read if you are interested in one or both!!

Follow any and all posts on the hashtag #marvelouschristmas2018

Holiday Leaders

Hi there!! I’m so happy you wanna be a holiday leader!! For that to happen, I’m gonna need a few things from you first. To sign up to be a holiday leader please

Reblog this post! We want to spread the word out to as many people as possible to gain leaders and so people know we’re here if they need support!! Use the hashtag #marvelouschristmas2018

Send me an ask or message with the URL you will be using to be a holiday leader by Midnight December 21st EST!!!

Have you’re asks open, anons on, messages available to everyone, and submissions open as well!! We want to make sure we’re able to be there for whoever needs us in whichever way they want to reach us! If you have an issue with one or multiples of these being open, please come message me and we can work it out! Thanks!!

Reblog the list of final Holiday Leaders which will be posted December 22nd!! You all will be tagged in it so no worries about missing it!

That’s all!! Super easy right? Now don’t worry, if you’re a leader but unexpectedly (or expectedly) find that you’re in need of support as well you are more than welcome to reach out to anyone else on the list!! Before you rush to sign up, there are a few rules about answering asks that I would like for you to know!

Rules

Tag all asks/submissions with the hashtag #marvelouschristmas2018 - this is so we can keep track of all the cheer going around!! If it gets a big enough following this year, it might even become an annual thing, which we would love to do!!

Be nice!! If I find that you are being rude or insensitive, I will have to not only take you off the list but call you out on it too. We’re trying to build people up not tear them down. If you find that there’s a certain ask/message/submission that you don’t know how to answer nicely either don’t answer or it come talk to me or one of the other leaders

Have fun!! As I’ve said before we’re trying to build people up, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with it! Get creative with your responses - handwritten notes, edits, blurbs, etc are all acceptable - go with your gut and respond with whatever you feel is appropriate. But please don’t feel like you have to! If encouraging messages and semi-good advice is all you can give (like me) then stick with what you know! It’ll be appreciated either way!

If you have any questions about being a leader - before or during the specified time period - please don’t hesitate to send me a message!!!

Need Some Support??

Hi there!! If you’re in need of some support or suspect that you will be come holiday time then I’m very sorry you’re holidays aren’t going the way they should and I hope we can help!!!

The list of Holiday Leaders you can reach out to can be found HERE (list will be posted December 22nd)

Now before you go off submitting things and looking for support, there’s a few things I need for you to know!!

Asks/anons/submissions/messages will be open for all leaders!! Feel free to use whichever you are comfortable with!! If there is a leader that has one of these and it is not specified on the list that they don’t have one of these open, please feel free to message me or send me an ask/anon. It could be a mistake on my part or theirs!

Be nice!! No hate please!! This is for people who really need the support but if you are using this as an opportunity to send hate not only are you taking away the support from those who need it but you are also increasing the chance that this will not continue next year. Please don’t. It’s not that hard.

I ask that each of you reblog this post as well! Since there really isn’t a way for me to know if you’ve reblogged it or not before sending a message it is not a requirement, but it is appreciated so that we can spread the word and tell as many people as we can!! Use the hashtag #marvelouschristmas2018

Thank you everyone so much for participating!! Hopefully this goes off without a hitch and some of your holidays are a little brighter!!

If you have any suggestions on how to make this year better, or improve for next year, please let me know!!!! Message me or send me an ask!!! Thanks!!!

Tagging mutuals to spread the word (please don’t feel like you have to participate but if you’d like to reblog to spread the word it would be greatly appreciated thank you!!): @merryavengers @sup-mr-stark @starkravingparker @super-bi-and-shy @irondadgroupie @keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars @anidiotwithapen @cartwheelandfaceplant @she-loves-her-queens-of-whump @underoosstark @tomhollanders2013 @irnbby @marvelbased @hraewordsmith @lovelyspidey @peterparkerisntdead @loubuttons @tominachristmasjumper @stackielves @messedupfangirl05 @drowningfandoms @mostly-marvel-stuffs @losingmymindtonight

#marvelouschristmas2018 #signal boost #please reblog to spread the word!!

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