perfection-darling

Comfort Prompts

“I’m here, I’m not gonna leave you.”

“Don’t say that you love me more than I love you. Trust me, you are the glorious sun to me, my everything and I love you with all my heart.”

“Repeat after me; I am worthy, I am worthy, I am worthy…and believe it, ‘cause you are.”

“Darling, perfect is just a word. Perfection is impossible and chasing after it will lead you nowhere. Just do your best and accept that the result is good.”

“When the most broken put themselves back together, they become the most beautiful angels. It’s okay if it’s sloppy or if a crack is still left open, you’re even more ethereal to me.”

“The longest and most difficult roads in life end in the best places. Be patient and keep going.”

“So what if the world is complex and overwhelming? So what if you can’t do it all, can’t be the best? Stop focusing on your image and focus on yourself. You have these years on this earth, enjoy them, don’t overthink it. “

“I’m love with your mind, soul and body.”

“The best thing you can do in life is to love yourself and let your passion help others to love themselves too.”

“I know you may feel alone right now but just remember how big the world is. How many souls will love you for who you are. They’re out there, don’t worry. Just get through, explore and you’ll find them. Just don’t forget to find yourself.”

“Can I kiss where it hurts?”

“Hey, it’s going to be fine. We’ll get through this together, hand in hand, okay?”

“It’s all about the little things. Your favorite tea, good stories, sparkly eyes, beautiful skies, the thrill of adventure, passion, the feeling of home. Enjoy them.”

“You’re not broken. Your mind is just built differently, get to know it, have a little chat with yourself. The most complicated minds tend to be the most beautiful ones, just don’t let it use you, learn to cooperate with it.”

“Hey, beautiful, you okay?”

“You’re amazing, did you know that?”

“I think I’m going blind from your beauty.”

“Everyone’s different. Everyone’s beautiful. You’re the most beautiful human I’ve met, and I’ve met myself!”

“Breathe, darling, breathe.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that triggered you, I’ll never do it again.”

“Here, I’m going to make you some tea and we’ll watch a movie, that sound good?”

“ Magic is real. It’s not spells and cauldrons, no… it’s more subtle. Like, when the air seems electrified, when eyes speak more than words, when you sense something none of your normal senses detect. If you stop for a moment and look beyond, you’ll find it.“

“I know you don’t want to, but in the end, it’ll pay off. Just breathe, keep your head up and you’ll be fine.”

La Douleur Exquise Pt 2 | Incubus!Yoongi AU

summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

warnings: lots of swearing, and some bondage and dom/sub!tones (uhh but not really? you’ll get it when you read it hhhh)

genre: fluff, angst, humor, smut

words: 5.8K

a/n: since it’s my 18th bday, i decided to upload this because it has my very first smut scene hhhh ok but it’s not really a smut scene (you’ll understand when you read) and i wanted to celebrate by posting this today!! hope you enjoy~

➵  part 1 // part 2 (you’re here!) // part 3 // part 4 (coming soon!)


Yoongi supposed, for all intents and purposes, that tonight could not have gone any better in his opinion.

He never took you for the type who would be into bondage and orgasm denial, but who was he to deny a lovely lady’s request? Even more so, a beautiful lady who was currently begging for his touch, or so at least that was what he assumed you were saying through the mouth gag he had placed on you.

“What was that, princess? You want me to touch you?” He smirked, his long fingers barely grazing the top of your soaked white panties. You only groaned through the gag; your hips jerked up reflexively, attempting to chase the touch of his fleeing fingers. Your eyes were teary from pent up arousal, having been denied your orgasm at least three times in the last two hours. But oh, did you love it.

Who would have thought that the fiery, sarcastic girl who summoned him two weeks ago could be such a fine submissive?

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A little exercise to aid in seeing auras

As with all things in life, learning to see auras takes time and practice. Lets devote a moment to that, shall we? To practice. 

Ensuring you’re standing about 1 to 1.5 metres from your computer screen, look at the picture that follows. Focus on the black dot and use your peripheral vision to observe the coloured circles either side of it. Remain focused on that spot.

Ready?

Go.

Did you see it? The ‘aura’ of colour surrounding the circles? That happened because your eyes perceive colour differently in your peripheries than they do when you use your central vision - when you’re looking directly at an object. The longer you concentrate, the brighter the ‘aura’ around the circles becomes; the more sensitive you become to peripheral colours.

This same principal applies to seeing human auras.

If you have a willing participant handy, try focusing on them now. Have them stand in front of a white/neutral coloured surface and focus on one part of their body - their head, say, or a hand if accidental eye contact while you’re trying to concentrate would be horribly awkward. 

Do you see anything?

Whether you do or not, practice makes perfect. Keep at it, darlings. 

- thefriendlywitch

PS: Please take note that the above image is not magick, it is an explanation of what auras look like using a clever eye trick. It is explaining how you must focus in order to see auras.

Relationships with Prince!Tom

I was really in the mood for this so don’t blame me

Tags: @iamnesta@stormyparker (Tell me if you wanna get tagged!)


  • Let’s imagine that he’s the prince of England
  • Cause why not he’s British so yeah let’s go
  • He’d have a love hate relationship with the life of being a prince
  • He loved being able to do something for his country and the people in it
  • Yet he hated the part of having almost no privacy
  • Also the fact that a lot of people wanted him to marry another princess isn’t one of his favorite things  ( mostly from older people his family didn’t care tbh)
  • Most princesses he met we’re either totally stupid
  • Incredibly ignorant
  • Or were chasing after his money


  • And ladies and gentlemen he finally found that
  • In no one other than
  • Y O U
  • So you’d be at your local book store, needing some new goodies because you basically live in books (lmao me)
  • He was just walking around the store looking for some books who could may catch his interest
  • But when he saw you is heart would be like ‘imma just stop cause she’s stunning’
  • Like literally he would just stare at you
  • After some time you felt like you’d been spied on
  • So you turned around to see the prince of England staring you
  • And your heart would also be like ‘imma just stop cause he’s stunning’ (and bc he’s the prince so yeah)
  • Moments of staring at each other passed by awww when he’d finally have the guts to talk to you
  • “Hi, uhm, what book do you have there?”
  • His brain would be like
  • ‘‘What kind of question was that???”
  • You’d be all flustered and tried to come up with some actual words
  • “Uhm.. Well.. I, uhm… the g-great gatsby..”
  • You’d mentally slap yourself for stuttering so much
  • “That’s one of my favorite books. Really recommend it.”


  • After some time you’d both loosen up a little bit
  • Eventually you show each other your fav books
  • You’d be hella confused about the fact that he’s so chill and not ignorant what so ever
  • After you both bought a lot some books you’d leave the book store
  • You were about to leave but homeboy didn’t want you to leave yet
  • “Wanna go get some coffee?”
  • Your brain would be like ‘!!!!!!!’
  • Cause same he’s the prince after all
  • So you went on a lot of cute little dates from that on
  • Also book store dates were a thing
  • Or cute little picnics aww
  • You had to keep things kind of private cause well again he’s the prince
  • Getting used to having a bodyguard on your dates
  • His name was Dave and he’s the nicest lad ever


  • Two months passed by and he finally did it
  • He asked you to be his girlfriend aka princess aww
  • He’d be so nervous
  • Cause like, you showed him that you actually really care for him, and that’s not bc of his money
  • Again you’d be on one of your dates when he suddenly bursts out
  • “Would you like to be my girlfriend y/n?”
  • You’d be like ‘?!!!????!!!???!!’
  • “W-Wait what,I ,uhm….WHAT?”
  • “You’re the first person who truly understands me. You like the true me, not just the famous me. And I love you, so yeah.”
  • “You what?”
  • Your eyes would almost fall out of your head
  • “I love you, y/n l/n. With all of my heart.”
  • And then you were like fuck it and just kissed him
  • YAY A GIRL MAKING THE BIG MOVE GO FEMALES
  • Boy that kiss would be heaven on earth
  • Like he’d be so gentle cause he didn’t want to ruin anything ahhhhh
  • After you pulled away (may I mention he thought that it was way to fast for ending the kiss) you asked him
  • “Does that answer your question?” 


  • Okay but you were so nervous to meet the family
  • Cause they’re tHE BLOODY ROYAL FAMILY AND YOU WERE SCARED THAT THEY WOULDN’T APPROVE
  • Tom taught you basic things of the royal life
  • Like how to stand the right way, handshakes, the right way to sit, dancing (oh mah gawd), etc.
  • He bought you this really pretty dress
  • Homeboy wants just the best for you


  • And then you met the family
  • And they were so nice!!!!
  • You embarrassed yourself every now and then but they never judged
  • Actually they think it’s really sweet of to you, how much you try to be perfect
  • “Y/n, darling no need to pressure yourself. I assume this is very new for you, but I’m pretty sure you’ll get used to it very soon.”
  • You highkey loved them
  • They secretly loved you more than Tom
  • Tom absolutely loving the fact that you love his family and that they love you


  • Also E V E N T S
  • He bought you to almost every event
  • If it’s possible tho
  • He’d lowkey loved to show you off
  • Whenever some would ask about you he’d have the biggest smile on his face
  • “So Tom, your lady. Is she really just a normal civic? Doesn’t that bother you?”
  • “Absolutely not. She really tries her best to fit in, which may I add she is really good at.”


  • Okay but Tom would be so scared of rumors getting to you
  • Let’s assume he was in other country and suddenly there were those dating rumors of him and that princess
  • Poor Tom would immediately call you to tell that they’re fake
  • “Love relax, I know it’s not true. Yesterday you told me how incredibly stubborn she is, so no worries.”
  • “I just don’t want to lose you.”
  • Your heart would be filled with so much love
  • “Trust me, you won’t get rid of me that easily!”
  • “Yeah, I won’t let you go now that I’ve got you. Never.”


  • I need this to happen in real life like Prince!Tom can hit me the fuck up!!!!!!

Over Dramatic | Tom Holland

Summary: Pregnant reader gets a little over dramatic when things don’t go her own way when making a special meal Tom and her’s anniversary dinner.

Warning: Like…a few swear words

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Oneshot

MASTERLIST

A/N: This is my first Tom Holland imagine so just excuse the horrible writing and all.


Originally posted by parkery

Today marked Tom and Y/N’s five year anniversary and Y/N wanted to do something special for her husband and father to her future child. She stare down at the instructions in her cook book and followed them step by step. She had never been too good at cooking.

Between Tom filming in Atlanta for Infinity War and him finishing up the press tour for Spiderman: Homecoming, Y/N rarely ever got to see him. But alas, he promised he would be home for their special five year anniversary.

The thought of being able to be with Tom in just a few hours, excited Y/N. She wanted everything to be perfect for his arrival. She called Harrison, Tom’s best mate, and asked him to pick up Tom from the airport while she prepared everything back home. She set up a nice candle lit dinner and was planning on making his favorite dish.

“Add…one cup of oil,” Y/N read from the book, glancing between the book and the dish. She followed the instructions precisely and when she was done, she carefully put the casserole dish into the oven and set a time.

She wiped her hands clean on her apron, her hands brushing over the small baby bump. She made her way into the living room and flopped down onto the couch. Y/N glanced at the clock and made a mental note in her head that the dish needed to be ready before seven.

She had been running all over town today, picking up the ingredients for the dinner and the decorations. So it was no surprise that she fell asleep instantly. She was not awoken by the sound of the oven timer going off, but by the smell of smoke. 

Y/N’s eyes snapped open and she sat up immediately. “Oh shit,” she raced into the kitchen, now seeing the smoke leaking from the oven. She opened the oven and the kitchen was quickly over taken in smoke. With mittens on both hands, she reached inside and grabbed the dish, pulling it out and threw it on top of their stove. “Shit,” she cursed to herself, now staring at the burnt meal.

She kicked the oven door and immediately regretted it. She clutched her foot in pain as she felt tears cloud her vision. Then she remembered:

“The pudding!” She raced over to the refrigerator and threw the door open. She scrunched her nose in disgust before reaching in and pulling out the so called ‘vanilla pudding.’

She had been craving it recently and asked her mother for the recipe. When making it though, it was suppose to turn solid. And now here it lay, liquidized in her sink.

“Shit, Tom’s gonna kill me,” she muttered before pouring the pudding down the drain. As if things couldn’t get any worse, she heard the sound of glass shattering from the dinning room.

She raced over into the dinning room and gazed at the catastrophe in front of her. Tessa, Tom’s dog, held the corner of the table cloth in her mouth and was slowly pulling it backwards, resulting in the dishes sliding off the table and onto the floor.

“Tessa. Stop,” she begged. When she took a step forward, Tessa bolted, dragging the entire setting with her. The sound of all of Y/N’s dishes, crashing to the floor. “No,” she choked back a sob.

She made her way back to the kitchen and opened the wine cabinet. Just her luck, it was empty. Tom had advised her not to drink anything while pregnant, saying it could ‘hurt the baby.’ But now she was desperate. Nothing had gone her way and Tom would be home in a few minutes.

Y/N lean against the countertop and let herself sink to the floor. She hugged her knees and cried to herself. She didn’t even hear the sound of their apartment door opening nor the sound of Tom calling for her.

When Tom walked into the kitchen, he saw his loving wife in a different position on the floor. She lay on her back, against the cool tiles. Her arms and legs spread out as she cried loudly.

“Darling? What’s wrong?” She kicked she right foot slightly in a fit. “Come on, love. Use your words.”

“N-Nothing w-went as planned tonight,” she cried.

“What do you mean by that, love?”

“I was g-going to cook y-your favorite meal but instead, I burnt it,” Tom stepped over her leg and passed the doorway. He went over to stand near her head and he just so happened to look into the sink. 

“What’s this junk in the sink?” When hearing the nickname for her food, she cried even louder.

“It was suppose to be pudding,” Tom raising his eyebrows at her. She brought her hands up and covered her face with them. “I’m such a failure. I wanted tonight to be special and instead, I ruined it.”

Tom knelt down and cupped her tear stained cheek. “Hey, now. Don’t think negative. I’m sure we have something else in this house that we can eat.”

“B-But I wanted for you to h-have a good home cooked m-meal for once. You’ve been working so hard recently. You deserved this and I screwed it up. I am suppose to be a good h-housewife. I am suppose to cook for you. I’m suppose to take care of you,” she sobbed, gazing up into his big brown eyes.

“Well, darling. Nobody’s perfect,” he said, shaking his head. “And you do take care of me, more than you think.”

“How?”

“Well…you keep me going every day you’re not with me. You take care of my parents and brothers for me when I am not around. You,” he gently placed his hand on top of her stomach. “You’re taking care of our child. You’re carrying life!”

Y/N let out a small laugh and sniffed up her tears. Tom brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and continued:

“You are the most amazing, talented, and most beautiful woman I have ever met. I owe you everything,” he praised. He laced his arm around her shoulder and pulled her up into a sitting position.

Tom leaned back against the cupboards and pulled Y/N into his lap. Her forehead tucked into the crook of his neck and her legs draped over his. He rubbed her back with one hand and cradled her thigh in the other. He turned his head and pressed a gently kiss to her head.

“I love you so much. You literally have no idea,” he smiled. Y/N giggled slightly and nuzzled her face deeper into his neck, placing a kiss at the base of his neck.

“I love you too.”

“Happy Anniversary, love.”

Favourite Lyrics Of Each Song On Divide ➗
  • Eraser: Show me the locked doors, I'll find another use for the key 🔑
  • Castle On The Hill: Had my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon that I did it right 💋
  • Dive: And I've been known to give my all, and jumping in, harder than ten thousand rocks on the lake 🌊
  • Shape Of You: Say, "Boy, let's not talk too much, grab on my waist and put that body on me" ⌛️
  • Perfect: Darling just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own 💘
  • Galway Girl: She played the fiddle in an Irish band but she fell in love with an English man 🍀
  • Happier: I could try to smile to hide the truth, but I know I was happier with you 😔
  • New Man: He's got his eyebrows plucked and his arsehole bleached 🍑
  • Hearts Don't Break Around Here: She is the lighthouse in the night, that will safely guide me home 🏡
  • What Do I Know?: Just re-remember life is more than fittin' in your jeans 👖
  • How Would You Feel (Paean): In the summer as the lilacs bloom, blood flows deeper than a river, every moment that I spend with you 🌻
  • Supermarket Flowers: Oh, I'm in pieces it's tearing me up but I know, a heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved 💐
  • Barcelona: I fell in love with the sparkle in the moonlight, reflected in your beautiful eyes 🌙
  • Bibia Be Ye Ye: I am only, being honest with you, I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time 👌
  • Nancy Mulligan: Now we're sat by the fire, in our old armchairs, you know Nancy I adore ya 🛋
  • Save Myself: So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself 🍾
“Broken” (Chapter Nineteen)

This chapter is the sweetest fluffiest thing in the world. Only one more chapter left after this one! 

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Enjoy :)

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“Do you want a shower?” Tony asked sometime later, squeezing at Bucky’s waist lightly. “I don’t know if Clint told you, but I have a fairly impressive bathroom.”

“Clint mentioned the shower.” Bucky said with a smile, but he didn’t lift his head from Tony’s shoulder. “But I’m not— I’m not ready for that. Not ready for more than this. I’m just not. I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” Tony ran a thumb over Bucky’s chin, trying to get him to look up, but going back to just holding him when Bucky refused to move. “I’m not asking for more than this. When I said a shower, that’s what I meant. Just a shower. Just you, unless of course you want me to help.” He was teasing, but Bucky still shook his head, so Tony softened his voice again.

“I know you aren’t ready, baby, and that’s fine. I would like you to spend the night with me tonight, just sleep next to me all night, but you don’t have to. Trusting me with this is different than trusting me to share a bed, and that’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” The Alpha nodded firmly. “Bucky, this will never be more than you want it to be. If this was a one time thing, it’s fine. If you never want to stay the night with me, it’s fine. I understand.”

“Because you have other Omegas.” Bucky asked, and he hated how insecure he sounded. “It doesn’t matter if this never happens again.”

“No.” Tony laughed, not because he thought it was funny but because that idea was so far off base he couldn’t believe it. “No, Bucky, not because I have other Omegas. What happens between you and I has nothing to do with what I have with Steve or with Clint. Everything about this is fine because I’m going to try and be the Alpha you need, regardless of what that means.”

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anonymous asked:

How about pegging dominant harry? You're fucking him senseless but he's still telling you what to do, how he wants to be fucked, how good you're being for him.

I like this concept a lot I can’t believe I’m sweating gallons

Okay so just imagine Harry coming back from the New York premiere, feeling all high and mighty because for the last couple of days he’s been surrounded by people praising him for his talents and kissing the ground he walks on so he’s feeling cocky.

He gets to the hotel, walking into the room with his shoulders back, buttons on his expensive shirt already half undone and he’s working the knot in his tie loose, toeing off his leather shoes carefully and walking around the side of the bed. You’re watching a rerun of Scooby Doo, smelling him before you even see him. He’s wearing his favorite Tom Ford cologne, smelling all musky and manly with notes of citrus, cedarwood and ocean salts and he’s just so damn tempting.

Harry kneels onto the bed, mattress dipping under his weight as he crawls towards you, one arm stretching onto the opposite side of your torso, caging you under him as he hovers over you’re body, tie hanging from around his neck and shirt wide open to expose all of the tats on his tanned chest.

“Y'miss me?”

“Yeah,” you answer softly, arms reaching up to drape over his shoulders and wrap around his neck, pulling him down to your lips.

The kiss is slow and tender at first, with gentle sucking and a little bit of tongue. His body gives and melts on top of yours, one knee propped against the bed in between your legs as the other straddles your thigh. One hand is cupping your jaw as the other grips the back of the opposite thigh roughly, all of his chunky rings biting at your skin over the material of your bunny pajama pants.

Harry is the one who takes the first step in making it a heated night. He bites at your bottom lip all of the sudden, causing you to yelp into his mouth, pulling back in surprise. But he refuses to let you, suckling at your now swollen lip and hissing into your mouth.

“Fuck me.” His voice is deep and raspy, yet smooth like velvet and thick like molasses. The hand groping your thigh begins to rock your leg back and forth, resulting in your center rubbing against the knee he has placed between your own.

His eyes bore into you, a dark mossy green with bronze specks littered throughout its depth. They show nothing but utter lust and a twinge of haughtiness.

“Yeah?” You tug at the collar of his dress shirt, pushing it back until it starts to roll down his shoulders. “Want me to ride you?”

But Harry shakes his head, thumb caressing your chin as an ominous smirk pinches his dimples into place. “I don’t mean it as in, ‘fuck me.’ I mean it as in fuck me.”

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Favourite Person: *doesn’t talk to me all day*

me: i knew it all along….. truly thou dost not care for i, and i dost not care for thee……. 

fav: sorry i didn’t talk to you tonight i had so much homework ugh. goodnight, i love you

me: it’s ok, i love you too! what a great nice person, the best friend, my perfect darling………….

Imagine Moriarty taking you shopping for clothes (changing room smut)

Moriarty X Reader


Mirrors


“I like this one,” Jim holds up a black mini skirt. “And this.” He picks up a black, low-cut top. Very sexy. Not your kind of thing really, but Moriarty gets what Moriarty wants when it comes to you, so you smile and agree. “Let’s go try them, come on.” He takes your hand and leads you to the changing room.

“I’m afriad you can’t go in there with her, Sir.” The woman tells him, as you walk past her to the cubicles.

“I’m afraid it’s the only way you’re going to get any money.” He smiles what is a seemingly charming smile, but you know it better. It’s his don’t-fuck-with-me-darling smile. You’ve seen it enough. The woman sighs and turns away, giving up, so you and Jim go into the room that’s furthest away from anyone else. Once he locks the door, you look around. The room is completely mirrored, you can see yourself from every angle, reflected infinitely from mirror to mirror. Jim looks at you and you smile a little. “Turn around, beautiful.” He tells you, and you do so immediately. He slowly unzips the back of your dress and it falls to the ground. His lips press against your neck and you shiver, partially due to the sudden change in body temperature, and partially due to the contact with him. By his order, you’re not wearing any lingerie today, so you’re completely naked, staring at yourself in the mirror, with him behind you, staring at you in the mirror too. You smile a little. “Dear God, you are a beautiful specimen, aren’t you?” His eyes drink you in, every little exposed inch of your body. Regardless of your flaws, he will always find you stunningly beautiful, perfect.

“Thank you, darling.” You giggle lightly as his hands run over your breasts and tugs at your now-hard nipples. He kisses your neck, biting down softly. You moan a little, and lean your body back into him. He moves his mouth to your collar bone and kisses wetly across it. “Oh, Jim…” You whisper. He gently pushes you against the mirror, so your face is up against it.

“Stay there, my beautiful girl.” He reaches down, you watch him in the mirror, and gets the skirt. “Try it on, baby.” He hands it to you. You put it on slowly, purposfully bending all the way down, giving him a full view of your ass.

“Do me up, babe?” You ask, tease in your voice. He zips you up and looks at your reflection.

“That’s lovely on you.” He smiles. The skirt is very, very short – of course he’d like it. You sigh and laugh.

“Thank you, dear.” You suddenly feel his slap on your butt. You gasp. “Jim!”

“Y/N!” He mocks your tone of voice with a grin. He pushes you against the wall once more, except this time in the corner, so that your hands are on both walls and you’re bent over. You hear his zipper and your breath hitches.

“Here?! Really?” You ask, your voice a loud whisper.

“Yes, really.” You watch his smile in the reflection. You move your hands lower down the walls so you have better support to hold your body. He smacks you again and you grit your teeth.

“Jim, you bad man…” You laugh lightly. You love how bad he is -  it’s a massive, massive turn on for you. You feel his erection press against your leg. Damn.

“You love me really.”

“I do.”

“Good girl.” He strokes your ass and kisses down your spine. His member teases your hole and your heart is in your mouth. “I’m so hard for you.”

“You should be.” You retort, making him smile.

He suddenly fills you. You don’t expect it, so you shout out. “Shush, shush, baby. We’re in a shop, remember?” He asks, laughing.

“Oh yeah….” You giggle and as you move, you feel your body move against his penis, moving it further inside of you. He then begins properly, going in and out, in and out, slowly. Damn, it feels good, you feel so full – full of him, this man that you love more than anything else. His one hand holds across your stomach, so he doesn’t fall, and the other goes further south, massaging your button almost mercilessly. His fingers spread you and enter you and you bite you lip trying not to shout out. He puts a third finger in you and you feel the stretch. Heat builds up inside you and each time he thrusts fully into you, you see stars. You both moan and groan and pant loudly, louder than you should in a public place.

“Cl-close?” He asks, his sweat dripping onto your back.

“Y-Y- Ah! Jim! Fuck!” You come without warning, and he does too, immediately after, shouting your name in one incoherent moan. You stay there for a moment, panting, and see the white substance dripping down your inner thigh slowly. You close your eyes and are vaguely aware of his hands on your leg.

“Lick.” He whispers, his fingers by your mouth. Upon further inspection, you see that he has collected some of his sperm on them. “Lick them, baby girl.” You grab his fingers and suck on them hard. You love how he tastes. “There’s my good girl.” He smiles against your bare skin, and stands you up properly, turning you around to kiss you passionately.

“YOU TWO GET OUT NOW!” A voice shouts from the other side of the door. You’ve been caught.

“What a shame…” Moriarty mutters, holding your new skirt out to look at it. “We didn’t even get a chance to try on the top.”



THE END

Divide - as heard by me, Tumblr user live-laugh-ed.
  • Eraser: Coke will fuk u up. Don't do the drugs kidz.
  • Castle on the Hill: nostalgia is real. Growing up suckz, let's go watch a sunset dudes.
  • Dive: haha dive... more like dive right into that p*ssy. No really let's have the sex.
  • Shape of You: *gyrates hips into another dimension*
  • Perfect: darling just kiss (kill) me slow. no but really why am I single, where is my "dancing in the dark, barefoot on the grass"?
  • Galway Girl: I've got a huge Doritos & wine boner 4 u.
  • Happier: Man pain x 1000000
  • New Man: Ur new bf is a bleached a**hole
  • Heart Don't Break Around Here: (except mine) Why am I single? part 2.
  • What Do I Know?: Love is good, I think, maybe. who knows? I might be full of sh*t? But I'm sticking with it.
  • How Would You Feel(Paean): um this is getting repetitive but Why am I single? part 3. "How would you feel?" Dead, I feel dead inside.
  • Supermarket Flowers: *whispers softly* pls don't.
  • Barcelona: aye papi, mucho caliente daddy.
  • Bibia Be Ye Ye: *loses shoes* *loses keys* *throws up in cab* is this song about me?
  • Nancy Mulligan: Irish people doing Irish things and falling in Irish love.
  • Save Myself: save my soul from this pain.

i love starkquill when they’re all giggly and silly and having fun

but i also think that peter would actually be super soft and protective of his tiny tony?

i think he’d sometimes just be overcome by how much of a little cuddly bean tony really is. he’d watch tony being all stumbly and disoriented in the mornings, trying to find some coffee in the ship, all curly and pink-cheeked and messy and tangled eyelashes, and peter would just get this impossibly warm fond feeling inside.

he would go and pick tony up and put him somewhere comfortable, and bring him coffee and breakfast and just generally wrap him up in cotton wool and look after him.

and tony would snuggle into him and nuzzle sleepily and adoringly at peter’s neck while peter laughs and pets his hair and rubs his back and massages his feet and p a m p e r s him like you wouldn’t believe.

and when they slept together it would be so gentle. tony’s expecting it to be all laughter and having fun together, and it IS, but it’s also sometimes slow and tender, peter touching his body with gentle hands, softly stroking and kissing and telling tony he’s beautiful, he’s darling and perfect and sweet and he loves him.

and tony would cry, just a little bit, softly, and hide his face against peter’s shoulder while peter soothed him with petting and little loving nonsense whispers.

and afterwards they would curl up to together and watch the stars through the glass ceiling, and tony would manage to whisper ‘i - i love you too.’

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Tom holland + squirting ugh

  • so listen up yall
  • tom probably would be so innocent and wont see that coming
  • both of you would be on bed and
  • he’d be all sweet at giving you pleasure
  • he’ll be adoring everything about your body and
  • god you’re so perfect, darling
  • then he’d take his time, setting the scene as his fingers would work its way with you
  • his mouth wouldn’t have enough of you as it’d always latch over your clit
  • you taste just like candy,” he’d hum as the vibrations of his voice would send goosebumps across your skin
  • your hands would be all over either grasping on the covers of tugging strands of his curly hair
  • everything would be so perfect
  • plus tom already was the master of finding your g-spot
  • the room would echo your whimpers as tom would just cockily smirk at how amazing he makes you feel
  • and you always loved it when he’d gently suction over your clit
  • it made you arch your back and shift into different positions
  • by sometime the pleasure became unbearable
  • tom’s hands would restrain your thighs from further moving
  • as your upper body would insanely move 
  • while your hands would forcefully tug the locks of his hair
  • and tom always loved it when you did that
  • he always finds you amazing in every ways and everything you do tbh
  • and then sooner you’d be holding onto your climax
  • “c’mon come for me, darling,” since tom always knew when you were about to
  • so you did
  • you let your body dissolve into pleasure as you released, your heartbeat abnormal as your breathing was irregular
  • you looked down to see tom wide eyes about the whole situation
  • he’d still be between your thighs, admiring the view in front with awe
  • holy fucking shit,” he’d murmur followed by, “you squirted for me, darling”
  • at first you’d be all embarrassed and flustered, unbeknownst that would happen
  • but tom would convince you that he loved it
  • “i love you so fucking much,”
  • i love you too, holland

tagging: @your-local-fucked-up-kid-66

Mating Bonds?

This might be a minor detail that I’m looking too far into with no merit.. but in ACOMAF when Feyre and Rhysand are in the inn, Rhysand doesn’t hand Feyre the food he brings up. He puts it on the bed. Would handing her the food have sealed the mating bond? It’s confirmed that a female offering her mate food means the female accepts the mating bond but I don’t know that it touched on it the other way around. And if so, Rhysand intentionally did NOT offer Feyre the food because he’s just too damn good for this world and didn’t want to lock her into something she didn’t know about yet. And if that is indeed the case, Rhys is just too perfect and caring and it kills me.

I know Rhys gets SOME bad blood from some people for not telling her right away but I personally believe he was just trying to do the right thing. He didn’t want to rush her into a mating bond. She needed time to heal her heart. It’s admirable really. Imaging having to control yourself for 5??? Months?? When your mate, your soul bonded partner is literally breathing because you saved their life, letting your mate live with the one she loves with you silently pine and try to let her live her life and tell yourself she’s happy? If that is not the definition of perfection and patience or even admirable, I don’t know what is.

Kiss Me

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You and Tom are on your third date after three months of dating, but you haven’t kissed yet. That changes pretty quickly.

Warnings: Cheesy writing, a whole lot of teasing each other (not sexually get outta here), and my terrible writing

Note: This is the beginning of my new series! The series will be your relationship with Tom through Ed Sheeran songs. Not all of them will be this short or poorly written, but this is my first time writing in like two weeks so criticism is helpful. I plan on working on the next part of the series today but I can’t promise that it’ll be out today! Thank you, loves!

Part 2 - Part 3

When you first met Tom, it was not of the conventional standards. You had been working in your flower shop before it opened and had mistakenly left the door unlocked. He rushed in and closed the door behind him, his chest rising and falling heavily. You had said something about the store being closed, and he had responded saying that he was being ambushed by paparazzi and he just needed a place to hide out for ten or fifteen minutes. You were immediately surprised by his British accent and he was immediately obsessed with how pretty you were.

He looked at all the flowers you sold and noticed a bundle of roses. He asked if he could buy a single rose, you said of course, and he bought you one and left a note on it with his number, his name, and a heart.

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EXO’s Reaction to one of the members roasting you but you roast them twice as bad

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Minseok:

*Proud momma duck. He was going to yell at the member who roasted you but hearing your reply made him smirk before giving you an applause.*

You: “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know that just because you have a dick you can act like one.”

OH-!!! Damn baby, that was better than what I was going to do.”

Originally posted by xiaonancii96

Junmyeon:

*Also a proud momma duck. He was going to break up the fight but hearing what you said, he looked at you with a subtle smirk and winked.*

You: “You know, your mouth is moving but all I hear is ppfftt because all you’re saying is shit.”

That’s right, (Y/n). You tell him. That’s my girl.”

Originally posted by exoplathot

Yixing:

*Blushes at the fact that you can even come up with those words. In a way, he was also proud of you for defending yourself like that and it made him fall in love with you more.*

You: “What about my outfit? Oh, yeah and you look any better? Whatever look you were going for, you missed big time.”

Oh my god, you are perfect darling. I couldn’t come up with anything better. I think you look great anyway.”

Originally posted by lobbu-lobbu

Baekhyun:

*He’d lean back as he laughed and then fall off his chair shaking his head. He doesn’t want to believe that you said that but at the same time, it felt amazing to hear you say it.*

You: “No, keep rolling your eyes, maybe you’ll find a brain back there.”

“!!!!!!!!! Do I laugh? Or do I stop her before this gets out of hand???”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Jongdae:

*Calmly sips his drink because he knew this was going to happen. He has been on the end of your roasting stick before and it is not fun. When the member looks at him for help, he doesn’t do anything but shrug because he can’t help them out of the hell they’ve walked themselves into.*

You: “Please, if I wanted to die, I would’ve climbed a ladder and then jump to your IQ.”

“Sorry buddy. I can’t help you out. I can only watch you burn up in flames as she roasts you. I’ve been there before and you just gotta try to survive through it.”

Chanyeol:

*A swear word would leave his mouth when he heard your roast. He’d act surprised at first but then laughs at the member’s face.*

You: “A thought just crossed your mind? That must have been a long and lonely road.”

“(Y/n)! Where did you come up with that! Should I laugh or stop this argument?”

Originally posted by littlebyuns

Kyungsoo:

*He’s snort, look away with a straight face and sip his drink. On the outside, he was calm but on the inside he was laughing in ass off. He knew you’d do well and he was trying to hide his face to keep him from bursting out in laughter.*

You: “Huh…too bad they can’t take you to jail for being stupid.”

But that ain’t my business.”

Jongin:

*He’d probably choke on his drink at hearing what you said. Then he’d go and hug you for the great comeback.*

You: “Hey, do you want your nose back? It was in my business.”

Baby come here! I need to hug you and keep you out from doing more damage to my member’s ego.”

Sehun:

*The drink that was in his mouth was now all over the table and he’d be too busy laughing to even clean it up.*

You: “Are you like, related to a cactus? Because you’re kind of being a prick right now.”

“O-oh shit! Baby, where did you learn comebacks like that? Please teach me.”

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