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Birthday Girl (Stripper!Tom Holland X Reader) SMUT

Pairing: Stripper!Tom Holland X Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Oral (fem receiving)

Word Count: 2729

Tag List: @parkersenses @tom-cinnamonroll-holland @thelifeofanengineeringstudent @grant-valdes-holland @parkerroos @toms-spidey @sunrisehunny @peterletmebeanavengerparker @spideyboys @spideyydarling @lil-spidey @captainswriting @quacksoff @spideyr00s @spideyyss @tomhollandisthicc @underoosie @marvelsdaughter @babyparker @hufflepuffholland @rooyeun @focused-on-holland @peterfightmeparker @tomhollendfics


“(Y/N) come on it will be funnn!It’s your birthday! Let me celebrate!” My best friend LJ begs. “LJ I don’t know! You know how awkward I am! How am I supposed to watch half naked men dance without dying of embarrassment?!” I say, staring at the phone where LJ was facetiming me. “We’ll just get a few drinks in you. This is non negotiable, (Y/N). Be ready to go by 6.” She says, hanging up before I can respond. I turn to stare at my closet, trying to figure out what one wears to strip club.  At around 5:30 I hear a knock on my door. When I open it, LJ is standing there holding a stack of clothes and a bag, most likely of makeup. “I knew you were gonna use the ‘I have nothing to wear’ excuse on me. So I brought the Cavalry.” She says, and my other two friends Lys, Megan, and Kass. In less than 30 minutes we were all completely ready. “You’re so gonna get laid tonight.” Kass says, a cheshire like smile appearing on her face. “I know I plan to.” LJ says, wiggling her eyebrows. “The Uber is downstairs!” Lys says. We all head down to the car and pile in. LJ tells the driver to head to The Spiders Web. It was about 15 minutes before we got to the club. Lys tipped the driver and we all piled out. There was two bouncers at the door who honestly looked like they themselves could be strippers. One was tall, blonde, and muscled. The other was slightly shorter than the blonde, but equally as muscled. His long brown hair was pulled back into a bun and a sprinkling of stubble across his well defined jaw. They were both gorgeous and slightly intimidating. “ID please.” The blonde said. We all showed our IDs and they let us in. LJ whispered something to the host. The host, whose name tag read Jacob, lead us to a table right in front of the large catwalk stage. LJ reached into her large tote and pulled out a tiara and a sash that read “Birthday Princess”. She forced me to put them on, and I complained the entire time. A beautiful woman with a nametag that read Erin came over to our table to get our drinks. Kass orders everyone the house special called Spider Venom. The drinks come and a voice comes over the speakers “The show will begin soon. Please find your seats. You can get singles at the bar.” LJ hands me a stack of singles and the other 3 pull out their own stacks. “Y'all are in for a good show tonight. Your friend convinced Tom to do a special set all for you. Lucky girl. He’s absolutely fuckable.” Erin says, her eyes going a little dreamy. “The boys are the only reason I got this job. Who doesn’t want to look at that all night?” She asks rhetorically. I giggle and Erin walks back over to the bar, where a stunning woman was pouring drinks. Megan was currently staring at the girl behind the bar, her mouth agape. “Megnogg your gay is showing.” I say with a laugh. “I’m gonna try to get in her pants.” Megan says, nodding to herself. “Go for it, Megatron.” LJ says, looking at a particularly handsome blonde waiter. He notices her gaze and winks at her. She flushes bright red and looks back down at the black and red drink in front of her. “Looks like LJ might be getting some too.” Kass chuckles. “Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to The Spiders Web. I am your host Scarlett. Please welcome Harrison to the stage!” A redheaded woman says from the platform by the stage. A tall muscled man comes out on stage with a cowboy hat, a flannel shirt, and blue jeans hanging deliciously from his waist. The first few chords of ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’ start playing. As he strips, LJ basically eye fucks him. From the look in his eye when he looks at her, he’s doing the same. “Oh my fuck, that’s the waiter from earlier!” LJ realizes, her mouth falling open. He hears her and winks, walking over in front of our table and crouching, grabbing her by the back of her head and basically thrusting his hips at her face. She tucks a wad of bills in the front of his pants and tries to hide the fact that she just grabbed his dick. “Meet me backstage.” He says to her, with a thick British accent. She nods quickly and he moves to finish his set. LJ grabs her bags, turns to us, says “Bye bitches! Don’t wait up!” with a huge grin and heads backstage. “YEAH LJ GET THAT DICK!” Lys screams, already slightly drunk. We all laugh as the lights go back up. Megan scoops up her empty cup and walks over to the bar. We probably wouldn’t see her for the rest of the time here. “Our next performance has been dedicated to one of our patrons! Can (Y/N) (Y/L/N) please make her way to the stage?” Scarlett asks, scanning the crowd. “What did you do!” I hiss at Lys. “You’ll see!” She says with a dopey grin on her face. I stand up and adjust my skirt, walking up the stairs to the stage. “My, my, you are a pretty one. Hell you’re just his type too. He’s gonna have lots of fun with this one, ladies and gents!” The redhead chuckles. “Have a seat, honey.” She says, pointing at a chair situated on the catwalk. I sit awkwardly, feeling all eyes on me. That is, they’re all on me until the beat of a familiar song starts. There are screams and cheers when the dancer comes out behind me. “Please welcome Tom to stage!” I hear Scarlett say.

It’s your birthday so I know you want to ride out
Even if we only go to my house
Sip more weezy as we sit upon my couch
Feels good but I know you want to cry out

You say you want passion (I think you found it)
Get ready for action (don’t be astounded)
We switching positions (you feel surrounded)
Tell me where you want your gift girl

I’m suddenly eye to eye with a man’s crotch. My gaze raises over a set of washboard abs and up to stunning face. I swear he was the most handsome man on the planet. Big brown eyes and curly brown hair. A cheeky smirk and a jaw that could cut glass. He was dressed in a white button up, suspenders, a skinny tie, and dress pants. “Hello darling.” he says, a British accent clear in his voice. The way he says darling makes my insides clench up. His voice is higher than I expected but it’s still so many and sexual. He circles me, an almost predatory look on his face.  He stops in front of me and grabs my legs spreading them forcefully, forcing my skirt to ride up. He grabs my hips and thrusts against me in time with the best of the music. My face flushes brightly and I gap at the feeling of his body on mine. It sent electricity into my skin and I craved more.

Girl you know I, I, I
I’ve been feeling
Woke up in the late night been dreaming about your loving
Girl you know I, I, I
Don’t need candles and cake
Just need your body to make good

Birthday sex
It’s the best day of the year girl
Birthday sex
If hes not, he’s not, lemme hit that g-spot, g-spot girl

He loosens his tie as he studies me, his brown curls falling down onto his forehead, and removes the tie throwing behind us. He slides the suspenders off of his shoulders, so that they are hanging by his side. He straddles me and thrusts against my stomach, picking my hands up and running them along his chest. His muscles are hard underneath soft skin, his happy trail tickling my hand.

See you sexy in them jeans got me on ten
1,2,3, think I got you pinned
Don’t tap out fighting 'til the end
Ring that bell and we gone start over again

We grinding with passion
'Cause it’s your birthday
Been at it for hours
I know you thirsty
You kiss me so sweetly
Taste just like Hershey’s
Just tell me how you want your gift girl

He gets off of me and rips off his pants, leaving him in a tiny black thong. He picks me up by my thighs and moved me so that my legs are are wrapped around his waist. He leans me back and thrusts against me. I can feel that his hard on against my entrance as his hips meet mine. I gasp as I watch his body move, dirty thoughts filling my mind, imagining all of the dirty things I would do to him if we were alone.

Or maybe we can float on top my water bed
You close your eyes as I end prop. between your legs
We work our way from kitchen stoves and tables
Girl you know I’m more than able to please… Yeah

You say you wanted flowers on the bed
But you got me and hours on the bed

He sets me down back down on the chair and pecks me on the cheek. “Happy birthday, darling.” He says with a small dopey smile. He runs off stage and I shakily stand up a go back to our table. “Holy fuck. You just basically fucked him through your clothes!” Lys says, her eyes wide. “I know!” I giggle. Jacob, the host, walks over and whispers “Tom wants to talk to you backstage. Seems you really made an impression on him.” in my ear. “Really!?!” I ask surprised. “Yes.” Jacob chuckles. I stand up again, my stomach full of butterflies. Jacob lead the way back the way that LJ had come. We pass a door marked ‘Harrison’ and I hear moaning and LJ faintly begging “Harder, daddy.” I shudder a little and continue to follow Jacob.

He leads me to a door marked ‘Tom’ “He’s a really sweet kid. He’s never invited someone back here. Ever. You must be special.” Jacob says, turning to leave. I knock on the door and Tom opens it, fully clothed in sweatpants and a loose muscle tee. “Hello darling! Please come in.” He says, holding the door wide so that I can walk inside. He points at a small table with two chairs and says “Sit. I have a gift for you.” I do as he says and he walks over to a small mini fridge and pulls out a cupcake. Tom sets the cupcake in front of me and sits in the other chair. “Happy birthday!” He says. I swipe my finger into the icing on top of the cupcake and suck it off of my finger tip. “I never did get to ask you what your name is, sweets.” He says, looking into my eyes with a sweet smile on his face. “(Y/N) (L/N).” I say admiring his dimples. “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Tom is my real name by the way. Tom Holland.” “Good to know.” I say with a grin. I look down at the forgotten cupcake in between us and wordlessly motioned for him to have some. “Can I be honest with you?” He asks, running the back of his neck with his palm. “Of course!” I reply, searching his face for a clue of what he was feeling. “There is only one thing I want to eat in the room right now and it’s not the cupcake.” He says, looking back up at me with smouldering eyes. I gasp and my lower regions tingle at his words. He gets up out of his chair and walks over to me. “I’m not usually this forward. I really do like you. But that skirt has my mind going wild and I want nothing more than to feel you come all over my tongue tonight.” He says, grabbing me by the chin. “Is that okay?” He asks, searching my eyes. I nod and he moves his face to lock his lips on mine. The kiss was frantic and needy and I knew that he was desperate to touch me. He picks me up like he did earlier and presses me against a wall. He moves his lips down my neck and across my chest until he reaches the zippered front to my dress. He slides the zipper down to reveal my black lace bra. He leaves a line of kisses across the top of the bra, teasing me. He reaches his hands into the cups and pulls out my breasts, folding the cups down to support them. He lowers his mouth onto one of my nipples, taking it into his mouth. He sucks on it and swirls his tongue around it. “Tom!” I gasp as he feeling of pleasure shoots through me. He tightens his grip on my ass and lifts me from the wall, moving me to the small couch. He sides the zipper of my dress all the way down and then removes it from my body. I move to cover myself but he catches my hands and says “Don’t cover yourself, pretty girl. I want to see you.” he slides his hand down to my covered heat, running me through the lace of my panties. I moan at the feeling and he kisses me to silence the small sounds coming out of me. He slides his hand into my panties, feeling my slick on his fingers. He plunges one finger into me and pumps it a few times, causing my to gasp his name and let out a few small moans. He removes his fingers, leaving me whining at the loss of contact. He slides the finger that was just inside of me into his mouth, sucking my wetness off of it. He grabs the sides of my panties and slides them off my legs and tucks them into the back pocket of his sweatpants. He spreads my legs and puts them over his shoulders. He moves so that he is eye level with my cunt and licks a long thin strip through my heat. He explores my entrance with his tongue. My hips jump as he finds my clit and he licks circles around it as he slides two fingers into me. He sucks on my clit and thrusts his fingers in and out of me. I reach down and tangle my hands in his chocolate brown curls. He moans on my clit as I tug on his hair, and the moan sends vibrations throughout my body. “Oh my god Tom.” I gasp as he continues to eat me out and finger me. He removes his finger and moves his mouth down, sliding his tongue into me, and he begins fucking me with the thick appendage. “Fuck. Tom don’t stop.” I gasp,my orgasm close. He moans into my pussy and I come undone. I scream out his name and ride his face until the waves of pleasure stop. “That was so amazing.” I say breathlessly as he stands and kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue and it sends a jolt of pleasure to my already sensitive nether regions. “Would it be okay if I asked you out? I don’t want a one time thing. I just couldn’t stop myself tonight. I like you (Y/N).” He says, rubbing the back of his neck, something I was coming to learn meant he was nervous. “Of course it’s alright, Tommy.  I like you too.” I say with a giggle. “Really?!” He asks excitedly. “Yes honey!” I say. “Do you want to have dinner with me? Tomorrow night?” He asks, his brown eyes lighting up with excitement. “Yes.” I say, slipping my dress back over my hips. “Can I have my panties back?” I ask looking at him as he tried to fix his sex hair. “No darling. These are mine now.” He says with a cheeky grin. “Happy Birthday, Princess.” He says, kissing me on the cheek.

anonymous asked:

can you rank your top 7 ships in bts??? i know abt taekook and yoonmin (cuz obvs) but who else do you ship? would you also consider poly ships? (also hi i'm a shy awkward bean, can we be friends? :> -muffin)

I’ve honestly never been into poly ships but whatever floats ya boat lmao
My top 5 (don’t have 7 lol) are
1: Jinharem,
2: yoonmin,
3: taekook,
4: namjin,
5: sin/yoonjin,
(Yes let’s be friendsssss!)

anonymous asked:

S13 anon here. Oh dear! I definitely did not feel that you were being unfair! I asked and you answered. You didn't tell me I was wrong to feel the way I feel, and in fact helped me a bit! I do agree that the show jumps the shark at times but that's beside the point of this convo. In summary, no, you answered a question I asked; we had a perfectly normal dialogue.

Yeah, I’m glad! I didn’t think I’d done you wrong. It’s easy to feel weird about the stray bits of spoilery stuff we get during the Hiatus, on top of all the wild spec floating around, the late-hiatus-wankery that always tends to surface around this time of year. It’s an odd time every year for the fandom, and often leads us to feeling a bit out of sorts.


Your trepidation is perfectly expected! It’s all part of this annual cycle, and we’ve only got a little more than seven weeks to go before we start seeing new episodes again. YAY!

My intent with that reply was to try and bolster your positivity and help you weather these last few horrendous weeks of hellatus without feeling dragged down before the season even starts. It’s okay to feel an uptick in concern before we see where the new season is actually going to go. And since I don’t have any special insight into what the actual plots of s13 will look like, I thought the best way to go about that was to validate your feelings by pointing out how this sort of ambivalence isn’t just you, and it’s not something new that’s never happened before.

I was definitely not trying to talk you out of your feelings, but more welcoming you to the big group hug we’re all trying to share in these times of Hellatus Fandom Uncertainty. Welcome to the group hug. :P

1/13/17 @coldsunnyday The ducks aren’t actually green. They’re untrustworthy creatures, and they’re lying about what color they are. Don’t listen to them.

It’s an optical illusion called “structural color.” Their feathers are black. The fluffy side bits of the feathers (barbs) are also black. The little hooks that keep the barbs all lined up (barbules) are also black. There are microscopic little ridges (tubules) on the barbules that are also black. But the tubules are exactly the same size as a wavelength of green light, so instead of absorbing green light the way a black object should, they reflect it and the ducks look green. 

If you put one of the ducks under a good enough microscope, you’d see that no individual part of it was actually green in any way.

Avian biology generally can’t produce blue or green pigments. Birds that look blue or green are lying about it. Don’t trust them.

Except for turacos. They’re actually green, and very pleased with themselves about it. Look at this guy, here’s a bird you can trust:

anonymous asked:

Hello, if you have the time, could you explain how hair lines work?? specifically on men because I am struggling :-(

Well, I can give you some tips based on how I do it. Your mileage may vary.

I mainly figure out where my dudes’ hairlines are supposed to be based on the physical landmarks of the head. Here’s a generic head I drew up that highlights those parts. It’s not realistically accurate since these are TF2-ish proportions, but it does involve knowledge of actual anatomy, which isn’t as scary as it sounds.

1-3 are self-explanatory. 4 is that slight bony ridge around that little depressed area behind your forehead on the sides. 5 is the bump of the base of your skull where it meets your neck muscle.

Also, notice where things line up, since these are clues to help you lock things in place and keep facial features from floating around too much. For example, the top of the ear generally lines up with the eyeline and the bottom with the mouth. There are lots of little tricks like that.

And here’s a generic hairline based on these landmarks.

Of course, reference is also going to help you out a bunch here. The above approximation is just meant to give a basic idea of where a hairline would be. Like fingerprints, everyone’s hairline is unique. Depending on your character, you should feel free to mix it up!

These are just a few slight variations, to give you an idea of what I mean: rounded, pointy, and receding. Once I have my hairline roughed in, I pick where the hair part is (if there is one) and sketch in the hair, following the natural growth pattern of hair.

You can get nearly infinite variations! Get wacky with it! And there’s no one 100% correct way to draw a hairline (or anything else, for that matter) so don’t get too hung up on not doing it wrong. Practice until you’re comfortable, and you’ll be winging it in no time.

Quickie || Tom Holland || {Sequel to Tease}

Read Tease!

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Delayed interviews means Tom and you can have some time with each other. 

Warnings: S M U T (18+)

Word Count: 1948 words

A/N: this is like a sorta sequel to tease (you don’t have to read it to understand what’s going on though) I think I’m just gonna make it like a series of events sorta thing!!

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modern crows on a hot day
  • Matthias: totally shirtless much to nina's delight, but wears full length pants, much to nina's dismay. puts on as many fans as possible because "air conditioning is too expensive".
  • Nina: takes this as an excuse to put on 10 outfits a day. never wears anything but booty shorts, and crop tops. drinks like 7 root beer floats and gorges on 50 popsicles.
  • Jesper: due to being the local "fashion disater™" he wears tank tops than show off his entire side, and pairs it with cargo shorts and crocs. he unironically eats spongebob popsicles and drinks morning margaritas.
  • Wylan: wears the standard get up of a tshirt and shorts but still complains it's too hot. has the air conditioning down to 40. hangs out in the basment, aka the coldest room. he is the one that is the least adapted to the heat thus he lies on couches praying for death and making jesper sleep in the living room due to jesper being a human heater.
  • Inej: loves the heat, it reminds her of home. unlike most people who become sluggish in the heat, inej will become quite productive. she'll clean, work out, and she'll cook spicy summer meals much to her friends' protests. "inej hot food does not mix with hot weather." she'll wear tank tops and basketball shorts, though she refuses to wear the ones that say, "you nasty?" nina is sad inej won't make use of her gift.
  • Kaz: wears hoodies, pants and hats. he is dying of heat stroke but that's the plan.
Hamilton characters as things my friends have said
  • Alexander: -about a broken oven- i will be your oven...and roAST YOU
  • Burr: maybe I should tell him my backstory and he'll go away right away
  • Mulligan: i was a pervy child i think...i don't remember
  • Lafayette: -screeches in a foreign language-
  • Laurens: -after learning a corgi's butt floats- rain drop drop top his booty go bop bop
  • Washington: yes, while i may have gotten all i needed to get done, i am dead inside
  • Peggy: i have the courage of a chicken nugget
  • Angelica: i like my boys how i like my liz; stoic and ready to start a revolution
  • Eliza: i just want to make lots of money so we can gift each other things
  • Jefferson: so yeah, unless you're married or own an aerosmith tee strAIGHT FROM THE SEVENTIES...get out
  • Madison: i accidentally listened to its quiet uptown and ruined my life
  • King George: I do not like the 4th


you have sixty minutes to complete this test. not a minute more, not a minute less. follow the damn rules, for once.
answer every question to the best of your ability. if the question is too difficult or even unanswerable, raise your hand and someone will come.
(will someone really help? you can never know.)
if you need a drink of water, exit the room and enter the first door on your left. try not to drown, the water fountain leaks.

question 1

which of the following is not like the others?

a) i peer out of the window of my car, road rules be damned. we’re hitting seventy, maybe eighty, and it almost feels like the wind is trying to blow me out of the car and away, away, away. maybe i want it to.

b) the grass feels warm and supple beneath my bare legs, and i pluck out a dandelion. the earth sighs, but i do not hear. as i draw breath, the wind does my job for me, and the wisps have floated away. i never got to make a wish.

c) i’m at the very top of the rollercoaster, and i’m staring down at the fall before me. the wind tips us over, and i’m light as a feather and i’m falling, and i’m not falling anymore, i’m flying, and my wings skim the top of the lake and i fall again.

d) i’m looking at you again, and the wind seems to have found a home in your eyes. a light wind could blow me away, and maybe it does; maybe i’m as fragile as a blank sheet of paper in the wind and just as empty, maybe the sound of the wind against my fingertips is home.

e) the wind is my home, the wind is where i am safe, the wind is all i can hear and my world is disappearing with the wind and my heart is shattering and the pieces are floating away in the wind and there’s something thumping against my chest and it’s the wind; the wind is all i know.

question 2

order the following events in chronological order:

- there is nothing here to find.
- not all wars are cold.
- i can see empires beyond the horizon line.
- life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
- the only part of me not buried in ash is you.
- the guillotine falls again and again and again.
- there is smoke in the air and smoke inside me.
- i sign myself away with a stroke of a quill.
- our monuments have all crumbled.
- we notch our arrows and let fly our bullets.
- rise up, rise up, rise up.
- how did this happen?

question 3

identify which of the following statements are true and which are false:

i. when i bite the my lips i taste blood
ii. when i bite yours i taste ichor
iii. did you fall from the sky to meet me?
iv. or did i rise from the earth to find you?
v. yes, i can see it now, i can see it all
vi. maybe that’s why everything you touch turns to gold
vii. and everything i touch shatters

question 4

is there a right answer for anything? or is it just the stars whispering nonsense in your ears, trying to watch you explode like they themselves did so many billions of years ago? is it just the rain hitting the paper? or is it the ink from your standardized 0.7 pilot gel pen spilling out in quicksilver rivulets all around you?

(use mla citations, and use the space below - all 93 billion light-years of space provided must be utilized.)

you have completed the test. congratulations.

this was the easy part. step outside the door to your right, and face the world again. that’s the hard part.

- the final // s.g

You should date a girl who reads. Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn. She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book. Buy her another cup of coffee. Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice. It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does. She has to give it a shot somehow. Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world. Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two. Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series. If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype. You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads. Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

Rosemarie Urquico

Imagine a wild night in Rome with your husband after the last day of JibCon.

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluff, Jensen gyrating(Yes it’s a warning), SMUT, some dirty talk

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I  able to work this into my 30 Days of Jensen and Dean (That has gone on ENTIRELY too long.) This is fic number TWENTY-FOUR. The line, “Bring me some pie,” was requested by @percywinchester27. It was supposed to be fluff, but you can’t always get what you want. ;) This is just smutty, smut because all of the JibCon photos got me WORKED UP. (sigh) I also promised Ana so gyrating Jensen and this was the perfect opportunity for it. Not so much obviously drunk Jensen, but it’s hot either way. ;)

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camping w/ the parkers!

me: the queen of ignoring requests and bringing out headcanons no one requested– yet again! (other than my babe del, @sunrisehunny


  • you can’t actually remember who came up with the idea to go camping
  • it must’ve just slipped into casual conversation 
  • and then you and peter were staring wide eyed at each other 
  • like are you think what i’m thinking 
  • and then you’re both scrambling out the door together, peter already calling out like 
  • it took a lot of pleading from the both of you 
  • at first may was straight out like nope 
  • i mean, money was tight, it meant having to find days up to drive up, pay and everything just = stress
  • but eventually you both swayed her
    • c’mon! i have great grades and i’ve been doing all my chores- please may
    • i’ll pay for the camping site! and we can use our old camping gear! it like already planned!
  • when she was still not completely convinced
  • out comes puppy eyed peter 
  • because he knows that never fails to persuade may 
  • when she sighed, you both silently celebrated because you knew it meant she was on board 
  • she was a bit questioning, raising her eyebrows at you 
    • you realize you’ll have to sleep in different tents? i don’t want no funny business 
    • w-whAT m-may no! it’s not like that!” 
  • /nervous laughter from both of you/ 
  • because nothing is official but it’s lingering but it doesn’t mean you aren’t awkward when anyone acknowledges it 
  • you both retreat back to peter’s room, cheering and excited because yes!!!!
  • what was supposed to be studying for school 
  • turned into studying to make this the best camping trip ever
  • peter literally has so many articles on camping ideas saved in his phone
  • whereas you were making sure you had enough smore ingredients for all the days you were staying there
    • i don’t think we need that many marshmallows y/n
    • pfft, you can never have too many marshmallows parker
  • (if you’re vegetarian or vegan, peter hunts for ages in the supermarket to find an alternative for you)
  • the roadtrip up was a wild ride 
  • it’s was just a giant food fest in the car 
  • peter hogged the gummy bear packet like a lil asshole
  • & the tunes made the entire ride a fuckin jam 
  • yes you definitely had a lip sync battle 
  • though your spice girl’s “wannabe” was a valid song choice
  • it couldn’t beat peter’s rendition of britney’s “baby, one more time” 
  • i mean he was dramatic 
  • it was such a magical and beautiful performance
  • you couldn’t stop laughing the whole time 
  • and may found the whole thing very amusing 
    • what can i say? britney calls to me 
  • during the gas stops, you have to go buy more marshmallows because peter got hungry and starting eating them 
  • and then like not even 3 minutes up the road, you spot a real fruit ice-cream store 
    • oh please may! can we get one!!
  • so, again, you manage to persuade to her to pull over and buy you all ice-creams because she love spoiling you guys
  • adorable peter parker getting ice-cream all over his face because he’s having the time of his life, devouring this ice-cream 
  • somehow, you guys manage to make it to the campground before midday 
  • who knows how 
  • may wanders off after parking the car, saying she was going to find out where to pay, a faint call of “set up the tents! 
  • she ends up finding the cutest park ranger and flirts with them 
  • hint: you both suck at setting up tents
  • it takes forever for you to figure this shit out 
  • y/n try not holding the instructions upside down 
  • right extreme blushing
  • you eventually get one of the tents about half set up 
  • but then peter
  • a clusmy lil dork 
  • trips over the tangle of guy ropes (you know those things that keep the cover of the tent tight)
  • and ends up taking down the tent with him as he desperately tries not to fall 
  • failing miserably
  • you can’t even be mad at him for ruining your progress 
  • because you’re laughing so hard
  • like this is side splitting laughter
  • he’s just glaring at you as he struggles to escape the twists of ropes
    • stop laughing! and- help- me- out! 
  • but honestly 
  • it just makes you laugh harder 
  • because the mighty, amazing spider-man is contained by some guy ropes
  • you whip out that phone and peter’s eyes widen as he struggles faster
  • ultimately making it worse for him 
  • the video you get of him is him struggling, very frustrated before he spots the camera and pouts angrily 
    • y/n! stop recording and help! me! 
  • you just zoom in with your camera on peters frowning face
    • i swear, if you weren’t cute” 
    • oh shh, parke– wait, c-cute?
  • an awkward silence as peter’s cheeks glow are he realizes what he said
  • “i-i mean, i’m not gonna say y-you’re not because a-are but–” 
  • and you couldn’t leave this cutie tied up after that adorable comment 
    • alright, i’ll help you out, now hold still ” 
  • it’s awkward grins and blushing cheeks as you silently detangle him 
  • but you just turn on some jams on your speaker
  • and goofily dance & sing as you set up the tents 
  • it’s quite a workout tbh 
  • so when you’re finally done, you’re slightly puffed as you sit at your camps spots picnic table 
  • peter then get’s this boyish grin 
  • which means he’s got an idea
    • you wanna go for a swim? 
  • changing supa quickly, you leave the tents behind 
  • may’s still living it up with the hot park ranger
  • you reach the river bank 
  • and the river looks magical 
  • i mean the sun is still high in the sky & you can definitely feel the heat
  • you can’t wait till you get into the water
  • so you don’t wait
  • with a running start, you jump off the rock like ledge and cannonball into the rushing water
  • peters watching you with that look of awe he always has when you make his heart go !!!
  • it’s refreshing as fuck
  • you come up grinning, shaking out the water in your hair briefly 
  • but peter’s still standing nervously at the end of the ledge
  • he’s fiddling with the edge of his tee-shirt 
  • because thIS GODDAMN CUTIE
  • is still shy and nervous about being shirtless
  • not that he needs to be 
  • because he doesn’t radiate confidence
  • and he’s never really had someone to tell him that’s he good looking or attractive 
  • and the lack of relationships in the past means he’s forever had this budding self doubt 
  • but you’re just floating up on your back, staring at the canopy of tree leaves above and sighing at how beautiful the moment is 
    • c’mon peter! it’s sooooo nice in here
  • when he doesn’t reply, you roll onto your front to see what the problem is 
  • he’s still looking nervous, with his eyes screwed shut, gripping his tshirt tightly
  • he’s just thinking come on peter it’s just a tshirt and it’s just y/n why are you making such a deal 
  • but you know peter so 
    • peter, you know you don’t have to take it off, right?” 
  • the change is instant
  • after your assurance as he relaxes and un-tenses, drops his shoulder and gives a small relieved smile
    • just get in!
  • and you make sure to send a splash in his direction with your words
  • he gasps dramatically when you get his shirt wet
    • oh it’s on!” 
  • grinning, he takes a running start and cannonballs in, creating a wave of water
  • you get soaked in water
  • again
  • he pop’s up, beaming at you 
  • and does that weirdly hot things were he shakes out his hair like a dog 
  • but it’s adorable and hot???
  • why is that so hot
  • and oh my god the grey shirt he is wearing is clinging to his skin 
  • leaving very little to imagination 
  • if fact it’s so distracting
  • that you’re only knocked out of your thoughts when peter swipes his legs and yours buckle, plunging you under water
  • when you surface, he’s already swimming in the other direction 
  • because he knows you’ll want revenge
    • i swear to god, parker! get back here! 
  • luckily, you’re slightly speedier than him 
  • not really
  • but peter goes slow for your sake
  • so you launch yourself at him, gripping onto his shoulders 
  • but suddenly his hands have come up under your thighs so it’s a piggyback 
  • and instead of getting your revenge, you’re desperately clutching at his chest fro dear life as he spins around trying to throw you off
  • he’s not really trying throw you off 
  • he just loves how you laugh so loudly & hug yourself closer to him 
  • he stops spinning, looking over his shoulder & falling so so so much more in love 
  • because you’re still laughing, a crazy grin on your face with a flushed face but you look so happy
  • you two spend so long in the river 
  • you try not to show it but you definitely check peter out when he finally gets the confidence to take off his shirt
  • the cutie immediately sinks under the water after he pulls it off, hiding his red cheeks because he’s still embarrassed 
  • but eventually you just float on the top of the water together 
  • your hands are both outstretched, barely touching 
  • but it’s enough for now 
  • you guys only get out when peter notices you’ve starting shivering ever so slightly 
    • c’mon, you’re shivering. we should get back now anyways, so may’s not worried 
  • except at one point your towel somehow got soaked 
  • peter offers you his towel straight away 
  • despite how shy he is about being shirtless & out of the water
  • he can’t have you being cold 
    • just take it, y/n, you’re shivering
  • so reluctantly you take it & wrap it around your shoulders
  • & then immediately, open you arm to invite him into the towel 
  • he grins sheepishly before ducking under it with you 
  • you two walk back together
  • huddling together under the same towel 
  • which is good because somehow peter is still very warm
  • so you stop shivering pretty quick 
  • may still isn’t back 
  • i mean she’s really hit it off with the hot park ranger 
  • (his name’s brandon and may still hasn’t paid for the camp ground yet) 
  • but by the time you & peter get dressed and dry she’s back
  • but it took awhile bc tents are very confined 
  • and peter insisted on squeezing into skinny jeans 
  • well, until he got them half on and realized they weren’t going any further 
    • y/n… 
    • yes? 
    • i need help 
    • with what? 
    • my, er, uh, my skinny jeans are stuck 
    • oh dear god. why didn’t you just put on sweatpants like a normal person! 
    • shut up and help me please
  • a lot of your time spent with peter is helping him out of weird situations
  • it was a little awkward ofc 
  • you laughed at his batman boxers & he blushed furiously 
    • he’s cool! 
  • and with lots of tugging
  • lots of tugging
  • you finally you managed to free his legs
    • okay, skinny jeans were definitely not a good idea, peter 
    • i know that now
  • so finally, you’re both dressed n dry 
  • you definitely stole one of peter sweaters btw 
  • but boi 
  • peter’s hair is still slightly wet which means its curly 
  • you seriously can’t stop looking at it??? 
  • peter get’s supa shy about it 
    • is–d-does it look weird? i know usually don– 
    • no! it looks nice, i-i like it. 
  • he smiles extra fuckin wide at that & his heart does another little !!!
  • added to peter mental notes: curly hair more often
  • dinner is a fun time because you all just ramble about how great your time has been here already 
  • may definitely gets carried away talking about dreamy brandon
  • but then she assigns you and peter to the task of starting the fire 
  • you’re the one who eventually gets the flame to catch 
  • sticking your tongue out at peter 
  • who just grins in return 
  • his hair is completely dried now and it’s so curly you’re speechless because he’s so fucking adorable
  • and now you have a decent fire
  • you bust out the smore ingredients 
  • however, peter sucks cooking marshmallows  
  • seriously he manages to set them on fire 
  • every
  • single 
  • time
  • but luckily for him, you’re a master at the art of roasting marshmallows
  • so he just begs you to do his after burning his 4th one (in a row)
  • may looks like she wants to leave but you suspect it’s because of mcdreamy brandon invited her for tea at his campfire
    • may, you don’t have to babysit us– go & visit you’re hot park ranger, we’re not doing anything here, just gonna eat smore & set random stuff on fire” 
  • intense glaring from may 
  • she does go (it doesn’t take much persuading)
  • and you’d think sitting around the fire would eventually get boring but the conversation never dies
  • peter wastes marshmallows by throwing them at you 
  • but it turns into “how shitty at throwing is peter because he hasn’t landed a single one in my mouth” 
    • how are you– a fucking superhero –still so incompetent at aiming a marshmallow?
  • blushing & mumbling because there’s really no excuse c’mon peter
  • so he changes the subject like, “hOT CHOCOLATE??” 
  • so the conversation stills as you and peter both sip at your hot drinks, which you thankfully have marshmallows left over for 
  • it, again, took awhile to figure out & get the water boiling 
  • but eventually you did 
  • & now the stars are out 
  • it’s this beautiful still moment 
  • you can feel the heat of the mug in your hands & the blaze on your cheeks from the firelight
  • you hear the crackle of the bright fire & the rush of the river that’s hidden behind the dark forest
  • and gazing up at the stars overhead 
  • it’s the most serene & peaceful moment 
  • so you can’t help but curl your lips into a grin 
  • like the most cliche thing, you’re pretty sure you see a shooting star
    • peter! did you see the shooting star? 
  • but when you turn, peters just looking at you 
  • he couldn’t help it 
  • you’ve got red cheeks from the fire and an adorable red nose
  • huddled in his sweater that’s a lil too long on the sleeves
  • you’re hair has turned unruly & curly and he loves it 
  • and the way you hold you mug in the most childlike way
  • and your eyes
  • so full of wonder, staring up at the inky sky 
  • he can’t but gaze, his lips parted in awe at this beautiful person before him 
  • lucky for him, you can’t see his blush when you can’t him gazing 
  • thank god for the fire
  • but then he looks up at the sky and chuckles
    • hate to burst your bubble but that’s a satellite- an atlas v 401 probably 
    • sTOP, let enjoy my shooting star, nerd 
  • you sit by the fire till it’s nothing but embers 
  • shyly shuffling closer to peter because the cold is creeping in now but peter is forever warm
    • do you want to go to bed now? 
    • can we stay and talk in your tent? 
    • of course, that’s what i meant 
  • so snuggled in your sleeping bags, you guys play cards and gossip & tell ghost stories
  • you use the torch & a scary voice to try freak peter out 
  • it works
    • why did you have to tell a story about a weird thing in a forest! we’re literally right beside a forest!! i’m not gonna sleep now!!
    • it’s fine peter, i’ll protect you. even if it means sacrificing my flesh to the bogeyman of the forest 
    • ew, that just sounds gross
    • good, you’re not scared anymore” 
  • eventually you get really sleepy & the mumbling stops as you drift off
  • night 
  • night peter 
  • but then there’s a large rustling from outside the tent
  • it’s actually only may getting into her tent lmao
  • you can feel peter tense up before he spits out a bunch of words
    • okay-i-know-the-bogeyman-isn’t-real-but-can-you-hold-my-hand-please
  • sighing exaggeratedly, you’re not really all that annoyed
  • in fact you’re all giddy inside at the idea of holding peters hand
  • you fall asleep with your hands intertwined between your sleeping bags
  • and that’s how may finds you in the morning tangled & scrunched up sleeping bags & messy hair but still holding hands
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Supercorp: “The Spiderman Kiss” 

Amazing commission from the wonderful @zackdoesart

Lena hadn’t experienced a lot of things in her life but she would never get used to the rush she felt when she kissed Kara. Falling in love with Kara was so effortless and she cherished each moment they shared together but one thing that she loved more than anything; was how much of a dork her girlfriend is. How she insisted on carrying Lena bridal style to the bedroom, how she makes Lena sandwiches to take to the office or how excited she’d get every time the word ‘potstickers’ was mentioned. As their relationship had developed Lena had also opened up, showing Kara her nerdy side - it made her so happy to finally be able to share her love of sci-fi and comics to her equally enthusiastic girlfriend. The two had managed to have many movie marathons in between Supergirl saves and Lena’s demanding work schedule, after they’d watched the original Spiderman Trilogy (ranting about Spiderman 3 of course!) Kara had joked about reenacting the famous upside down kiss scene.

Which is how Lena walked into their apartment shrugging her coat off and carelessly pulling her hair free. The smell of takeaway lingered in the air and there was a plate of steaming hot fried rice on the counter but strangely her girlfriend was nowhere to be found. She looked around in search for the Kryptonian, calling her name softly only to be met with silence. Sighing she moved towards the kitchen which is when she heard a soft giggle followed by a muffled “oops!”. Smiling she looked around, raising her eyebrow as another giggle erupted - this one was louder and it only made her smile more.

“I guess Kara isn’t here…” Lena speaks in a teasing voice, biting her lip when she hears some shuffling, more giggling and then she sees Kara, floating at the top of the ceiling, upside down. 

Lena can’t help but laugh when Kara flashes her a proud grin. Kara beckons her over with an excited wave, smiling wider when Lena makes her way towards her. Kara easily floats down, still hung upside down like the deo bat - stopping when she’s mere inches from Lena’s lips. She waits, hovering there as her eyes drift to stare at Lena’s lips.

“Going to give me a kiss then Spidey?” 

Kara blushes at the nickname before nodding enthusiastically.

“Well, I can’t leave a beautiful woman hanging; can I?” 

Lena shakes her head rolling her eyes at the joke. She steps closer tilting her chin slightly as Kara’s hand cups the back of her head gently tugging her closer and effectively closing the gap. The moment their lips meet Lena melts, reaching forward to chase Kara’s lips. Kara keeps her hand tangled in Lena’s hair as they continue to kiss softly and she can taste the hint of wine lingering on Lena’s lips, drinking every bit of her in. Lena smiling breaks their kiss but neither can bring themselves to care - not when Kara is bringing their lips back together and kissing with such softness that Lena never wants to pull away.

“I quite enjoy my life here.  A quiet, peaceful, and relaxing life.  I have no intention of throwing that away.” - Nagai Kei

Not my best work but I can only get better from here! ✨🌟

aria in the snow

summary: If you asked most people of Daniel J. Howell’s lot in life, they’d tell you it was pretty good. A small career writing for a fashionable magazine, the heir to one of New York’s most prestigious hotels, the convenience of youth and an ailing millionaire father… what more could an 18-year-old ask for?

So when a night at the symphony turns into the start of a whole new double life in the city’s queer underworld, the heir to New York’s most fashionable hotel will have to learn what is what when you’re dating a cabaret singer, and who is who when that singer becomes a troubled star.

So it’s nothing but fate when things start to fall apart. The catch? It’s the last half of the 1920s–

And this romance is illegal.

word count: 85k+ to be updated weekly

warnings: war violence, angst like woah, period homophobia, thoughts of suicide, alcohol, etc

read on ao3 // playlist 

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excerpt: Dan had heard Phil’s voice down at his piano, but next to him it was something else entirely. The man has a good tone, he wrote. He sings Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair for me. Though antiquated, the charms of the past have obviously not been lost to our young veteran.

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