hideous feet

Cater To You: Tom Holland x WOC

While everyone is off getting some good ole succ, I’m here writing about Tom giving the succ. A bit of inspiration from the Destinys CHild song- Cater 2 U. *SMUT for your Tom Valentine’s Day fantasies. 

You patiently waited for Tom to get back from the gym. He always went before you woke up and you were pretty sire that today he was a little late because he was getting the rest of your Valentine’s Day gifts together. You smiled when he came in with two arm fulls of bags and Harrison carrying the human sized Teddy Bear behind him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love!” He handed you the bags and gave you a soft, tender kiss on the lips. 

“All of this for me?” You asked. “Of course, you’re the love of my life.” He blushed. Haz groaned and propped the bear on the couch. “Well I have to go prepare my things for Y/F/N!” He said his goodbyes and ran out the door. 

“So are you going to open the gifts?” he asked ushering you to sit down. You blushed at the amount of lingerie he bought you. After opening the huge amount of gifts you turned to him and smiled, “I appreciate these gifts but I don’t want you spoiling me anymore today.” He was a bit taken aback, “What do you mean? It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“I know but I hate how it’s usually about how the guy buys the girl stuff, so today is all about you.” You clapped. “Wow, okay.” He scratched his head and smiled. 

“Is it supposed to tickle?” He asked trying not to laugh as the lady scrubbed his feet. “Sometimes.” You laughed. He was a bit skeptical to go get his feet done but he was enjoying it. You had been wanting to take him to get a pedicure for the longest time, his feet were hideous and today was a good excuse to do so. 

He tugged at his robe and sighed in relief, “I never thought getting a massage was this amazing!” He said as the Masseuse rubbed his back. “You thought I was kidding huh?” After his pedicure you two were lead to the most quietest part of the Spa and given a couples massage. 

He walked out of the Spa with a wide smile on his face, “That was amazing.” He threw his arm over your shoulder and kissed you on the forehead. “I’m glad you liked it.”

You drove back home and started cooking brunch, “You sit down and relax and the food will be ready in a bit my love.”

You cooked and served the food, “Eat up.” You handed him his plate and he smiled. He finished and you took the plates back to the kitchen. “I can help-” You put your hand up,”Nope you relax, I got it.”

After spending  the rest of the day cuddling and making out, you got dressed to take him to dinner. “You ready love?” You asked stepping out of the bathroom and getting turned on when you saw him in his suit. “Oh that is definitely coming off tonight.” You winked and kissed him on the cheek.

 The restaurant was crowded with couples. “Okay so I have a few things for you.” You said. “I figured when I saw you carrying the bags.” He smuled, taking the gifts from your hands. You two sat in a quiet corner both away from the general public. “Oh wow these are some great shoes.” He said. “I love you but those fucking combat boots have got to go!”

“I like those boots!”, “Well I don’t.” You joked. After opening all of is gifts he smiled and leaned in for a kiss. “Their great, thank you darling.”

“Also I have this!” You pulled out a rose and he blushed, “W-what?”

“It’s a rose silly.” You handed it to him and he looked around a bit embarrassed. “Guys usually don’t get flowers.” He mumbled. “Are you embarrassed?” You asked. “N-no, it’s just that I’m so used to giving you flowers-”, “I know but you do so much for me and I wanted to return the favor.”

“Thank you.” He said kissing your hand. 

You were ready for the grand finale of your Valentine’s gift for Tom. You poured out something to drink an pushed him on the couch, “Wait here.”

You put on the lingerie he had bought you and you walked back into the living room, your heels echoing on the wooden floor. His eyes widened and moaned, “This has got to be the best Valentine’s day ever.”

You took the drink out of his hand and placed it on the table, you made him sit all the way back on the couch and you straddled him. You kissed him softly at first until he got impatient. His tongue separated your lips and soon you tongues danced around. 

You pulled away from him and unbutton his shirt while his hands roamed your body. You climbed off of him and got on your knees, he gulped and threw his head back as you pulled his hard cock out of his pants. He hissed when you kissed the tip and slowly took all of him in your mouth. You kept a steady pace and smiled when his hands grabbed your hair. The satisfaction of hearing him moan made you wet, his breathing got heavier and you knew he was about to cum. You stopped and stood up, sliding your panties off. 

You hovered over him, he grabbed your hips and slammed you onto him. You moaned at the feeling of him inside you. “Fuck!” You screamed as his pumped hard into you. You buried your face into his neck and sucked on his ear. 

“I’m gonna come.” He panted. “Come for me daddy.” You said sucking on his sweet spot of his neck. Sucking on his neck and calling him daddy was enough for him to release into you. Even after he came, he kept his steady pace and soon you felt yourself coming undone.

 You rested your forehead against his and tried to catch your breath, “Happy Valentine’s day baby.” You said kissing him on the lips. “Happy Valentine’s day, love.”


anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your fics so much I was rewatching some episodes and noticed Betty took off her cardigan while her and Jughead were in the B&G and I always kinda thought her cardigans were like a safety blanket. Could you maybe do a fic where Betty doesn't bother wearing them around Jughead because he makes her feel safe/doesn't need the shield?

Thankyou! I’ll give it a go!

She was lounging on the hideous plaid coach, her feet dangling over the end,the tiny flats she walked in with, abandoned in the corner. Humming along to the sound playing quietly out of her laptop speakers, oblivious to the fact that the dark haired boy hadn’t taken his eyes off of her for the past fifteen minutes.

It was a beautiful sight to see,

Betty Cooper, comfortable. At ease.

He couldn’t remember a time where she didn’t have her guard up, shoulders tense and posture stiff, he understood completely. You had to watch your back in this town, no one could be trusted. But here with him, the worries of the dangerous small town didn’t seem to bother her too much.

He admired the way her small golden shoulders looked without the light pink or blue cardigan covering them, the way her honey blonde hair fell carelessly out of her ponytail. She was almost never without her cardigan, it was a security blanket, alongside her tight, bullet proof ponytail. She hardly let anyone see her without these things and he couldn’t help the swell in his chest at the fact he got to see her like this. She was comfortable around him. She trusted him.

Twisting on the couch, Betty caught his slightly dazed smile and smiled back “what are you smiling at juggie?” He kept the smile on his face and shrugged “nothing really, I’m just really into this article I’m working on. I mean come on “the case of the missing science beaker?” It’s every aspiring journalists dream.“ He smirked teasing her.

She rolled her eyes, her smile getting even bigger, if possible "it’s a start Mr.Jones, think of it this way, when you’re the biggest novelist to hit Wall Street, you’ll be thanking me for these silly articles.” He couldn’t help but admire her smile, he thought, if they could only bottle up that smile, they would have the answer to ending wars.

“Yeah, yeah yeah. You got it boss.” Suddenly Kevin came crashing into the blue and gold office, sending Betty and jughead both into standing position
“Guys! Veronica is losing her mind on chuck Clayton, apparently he’s back to spreading rumors. You’ve gotta see this.” Kevin was gone faster than he came.

Jughead rolled his eyes, quickly packing up his work, he glanced over to Betty to see her fixing her loose ponytail and slipping into her shoes, grabbing her light pink cardigan, he walked over to join her. Tapping her on the shoulder, she turned throwing him a gentle smile. He held open the arms of the cotton sweater and helped her put it over her shoulders.

“Thankyou juggie .” She whispered softly. “Anytime bets.” He showed her an almost identical smile “now come on, we’ve got a raven haired princess, with a temper the size of riverdale to save.” She giggled threading her hands through his, as they ran down the hallway, maybe they didn’t need pink cardigans and crown shaped beanies to keep them safe. Maybe all they needed was each other.

Do you ever just want to cry because one of the only people Remus Lupin ever fully trusted betrayed him by letting Snape past the Willow?

Can you imagine what Remus must have felt? A paralyzing fear, of course, both that he might have hurt Snape, which could land him in Azkaban and saddle him with devastating guilt that he had permanently made his problem someone else’s, that he had been to somebody what Greyback had been to him? And then, once that fear was abated, a fear of discovery? The realization that he was now forevermore at his enemy’s mercy? The realization that Snape could ruin his life? That this enemy had seen Remus in the state he is most ashamed of?

And then the feeling of humiliation, and betrayal, because God, he had really trusted Sirius. And he had thought that Sirius was trying hard to understand. The feeling that the rug had been pulled out from under his feet?

The hideous pang of vulnerability that Remus must have felt every time he looked at Severus from then on, because Severus knew?

And Sirius did that, even if he didn’t know what he was doing. It was Sirius.

And what does Moony do? He forgives Sirius. He is willing to continue being friends with him.

I will never be as good of a person as Remus Lupin is.