this helm was fashioned from the lost tech of a great scholar. built to contain the stars it shines with the glimmers of a thousand lost ghosts who whisper to me the wisdom of ages forgotten.
this armor was reinforced from the scalded hunks of metal salvaged from dead cabal commanders. it was rebuilt for the icy hot climate of space and reinforced against ammunition from the strongest fallen battleships so that none may ground me.
imma slap this whole ass bug on my arm and it's gonna look dope as shit.
Imagine: Tom comes home after spending three months away in America filming a new movie, but the moment his eyes fall on you, he is more than ready to make up for all the lost time.
Author’s Note: wassuuuuup, so here’s some tommy h smut because my birthday is on the 19th and this was a fUcken party to write, so enjoy this horny version of our homeboy tom as a gift from me 2 you!!! p.s. i was a mess writing this good luck soldier
Word Count: 1700+ UNEDITED
Soft lights flickered dimly around your small room, contrasting greatly with the bright hallway light which streamed through the bottom of your bedroom door. The faint roaring of car engines beyond the barrier of your window was somehow calming, assisting you in relaxing further into the cool, white sheets. A series of yawn-ridden ‘goodnights’ were called around your family house before you called out one in return. Closing your laptop, you decided to check the illuminated screen of your phone one final time for any texts or missed calls from Tom but, yet again, there was nothing.
He had continued to promise, over the phone, merely hours ago, that he would come straight over to your house after he had land. And, according to the last text message you had received, Tom had touched down at ten thirty. As your phone’s digital clock verged on midnight, you couldn’t help but let out an exhausted sigh. You sunk lower into the bed, giving up on any hope or chance you had on seeing your boyfriend tonight. Nevertheless, barely a second after that thought passed through your mind, a soft knock rapped against your door. Immediately, your tired eyes became very alert, pulling the covers down slightly as you quietly called, “Hello?”
The door creaked open, revealing Tom in a black pair of jeans, a white shirt and a navy hoody which was lazily slung over his broad left shoulder. He adorned a sheepish, tired smile which tugged on his lips as his eyes fell on you. Your eyes lit up as you essentially flung yourself out of the comfort of your bed and into his warm, strong arms. The sports bag which once hung from his other shoulder dropped to the floor with a thud, his shoulders slumping as his large hands lowered, enclosing around your body, tugging you flush against him. A loud chuckle rumbled through his chest as you looked up towards him. Raising your hands to Tom’s face, you brushed your fingers gently over his lips; as if in a trance.
“Hi, angel,” he grinned. Leaning down to press a long kiss to your soft lips. “I missed you so much.”
To Tom, you were ethereal. With unkempt hair, which fell down the length of your back and glimmering eyes shining back at his; you resembled a goddess. Even the long, loose shirt which did not cling to your body whatsoever seemed to turn him on. You seemed to look even more beautiful than the last time he had seen you.
A light laugh tumbled from your lips as you whispered, “Speak for yourself.” You were utterly mesmerised by Tom. Despite the stubble which had grown just above his upper lip, he hadn’t changed much at all. The room fell quiet, the only thing that was audible was the soft exhale of you and Tom’s breath.
“You look so handsome,” you whispered. “I feel like no human should be able to look this good in sweats after a fourteen-hour flight.”
“I’m sorry, darling. I have to just stop you right there, cause you look so gorgeous right now, I just need to-“
Lifting your leg up, he laid you back onto your messy bed, pressing a rushed kiss to your lips. Pushing his hard, built body down onto your soft one, a welcomed shiver shot down your spine as you involuntarily wrapped both your legs around his torso, attempting to bring the pressure of Tom’s tightening pants between your thighs, where you needed it most.
“Ah, ah, ah” he tutted. “Not yet, angel.”
Groaning quietly, you brought your fingers to the hem of his soft shirt, moving it up and over his head, causing his hair, which was shorter than usual, to look less neat than it usually was. Pulling away slightly, Tom brought his left arm down to your right leg, and urged you to wrap it around him once more with a hushed, “Come on. I’ll make you feel real good, baby.”
Using his forearm for support, he slowly grinded down onto you, his lips meeting yours as he did so. The second time, with more pressure, caused a muffled moan to escape from your mouth as you pushed your mouth into his shoulder; attempting to silence yourself. Hearing your soft moans caused Tom to squeeze his eyes closed, a raspy string of ‘oh fuck’ and ‘baby’ being whispered into your ear.
“Tom,” you whimpered. “Please.”
Sitting up, Tom brought his hands down to the hem of your shirt this time, slowly pulling it up over your head revealing your bare chest, which stood out, being slightly paler in contrast to the rest of your body. A smirk wiped over his face as he brought his mouth down to the exposed skin; sucking and licking, humming as he did so. Your head tilted back, slightly overwhelmed with Tom being everywhere on your body at once. His mouth brought wetness and warmth, while his colder hands slid up and down the length of your body and your leg, allowing goose bumps to rise off the surface of your smooth skin. This was definitely your version of heaven.
Taking his time, Tom’s mouth slowly made its way down your body; he made sure to pay attention to every inch of skin which covered the expanse of your body before his mouth hovered just above where your black underwear met your hip bones. With glistening eyes, he looked up to you, wetting his lips before slowly lowering his head, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he did so.
First, he peppered a mound of kisses across your inner thighs, teasing you, as his nose brushed against the thin, lacey underwear where your wetness had gathered. Your eyes fell shut at the arousing sensation which caused your body temperature to sky rocket, your hips jolting as he lightly brushed his thumb over your underwear. A needy whimper left your mouth as the wetness of his tongue slowly dragged upwards, causing your breath to quicken.
Tom’s eyes watched you intently. He was determined to get you as worked up as possible before he even giving himself the opportunity to release the restraints his boxers were currently giving him. With your eyes, screwed shut, and your delicate fingers roaming up and down your body; Tom was fully aware of what you were doing. Lifting your hips up, Tom leisurely slid the lace panties down your smooth legs before smugly tucking them into the back pocket of his jeans, giving you a sly wink in the process.
Tom’s large, rough hands skimmed along your thighs before spreading them wider. His eyes carefully flickering up to your angelic face, as you lay sprawled below him. His head tilted to the side, admiring your body before leaning down to kiss your luscious lips one more time.
“Tommm,” you groaned, holding his jaw in your hands, rolling your head back into the pillows. “Please, just-“
“Just what, princess?”
“You know…?” you spoke gently, your cheeks heating, your eyes flickering down and back up to meet his. A knowing smile flashed across his face as he replied, “Actually, I don’t know, darling. So, by all means, enlighten me.”
You groaned, “Please don’t make me-“
“Tell me how much you want me,” he murmured, his breath hot in your ear. Your thighs squeezed together, trying to release some of the tension you were currently experiencing. Yet, Tom’s leg coerced them apart, separating them with the rough jean fabric clad to his leg.
“Go on then, baby,” he hushed, his voice low. “I know you want to.”
Steadily your hips rose upwards, grinding against Tom’s thigh, your breath began quickening again. Tom’s hand fell to your waist, slowing your pace and applying further pressure. His eyes remained locked on yours, intensifying the pleasure you were experiencing further.
“Fuck, you’re too much,” he rasped. The sensation you were feeling was cut short, causing you to groan again.
“I want you so bad,” you mumbled, your mind in a haze. “I need you, Tom.”
The next thing you knew, Tom’s tongue licked one bold line up your slit. An involuntary moan tumbling from your mouth as you did so.
“You’re gonna have to be quiet for me, angel. Okay?”
With a hurried nod, an explosion of pleasure lurched through your body as Tom’s tongue flicked across your clit. He hummed, sucking and licking continuously, causing jolts of pleasure to flow through your body. Tom’s hands gripped your waist, attempting to hold you still while his tongue continued to circle your clit. Your hands immediately lowered down to grab onto his hair, guiding him to continue the action. You bit your lip, your mind cloudy; unable to focus on anything but Tom’s touch.
“Mm, you taste better than I remember.”
The room’s temperature had risen exceedingly, causing your body to glisten in the dim lighting the room provided. With Tom’s hot words spreading through your mind and the swirling of his tongue, you couldn’t bear to hold back on the exploding feeling any longer. Easing two fingers into you, the pace in which he flicked his tongue against you became more fervent and heated. You bit your lip, supressing the moans which begged to escape your mouth.
What pushed you over the edge was his gravelly voice, filled with need and lust, “Cum for me, baby.”
With that, you felt your back arching, rising as your body continued to pulse in pleasure, your fingers desperately tugging on his messy hair. Your toes curled and eyebrows scrunched together as Tom removed his fingers, continuing to lick and suck on the wetness he had created, slowing down as he fixed his gazed on your face.
Exhaling, you opened your eyes to find Tom’s eyes sparkling up at you, a pleased, cocky smile on his face. Your cheeks were painted in a rosy colour, your face glimmering in sweat. Another deep kiss was pressed to your lips, before you were rolled over and sitting above Tom. His hands trailing across your soft skin, a look of utter admiration swimming within his eyes as he observed your bare state which was slowly clambering down to his black jeans.
“Christ,” he snickered to himself in amazement. “I love you so fucking much.”
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Leak Warning A.K.A. Hey, so remember when we thought season 7 couldn’t possibly get any leakier?
For those who don’t frequent Equestria Daily, the last four episodes (plus today’s normal release) of season 7 have been leaked online in English, full 1080p quality.
So… yeah. This will forever be known as the season of leaks. Even the Movie, which takes place after season 7 (but before season 8) was leaked online earlier this week. Which means Hasbro has some firing to do, and we have some spoilers to avoid… or not.
My call was to binge-watch all 5 episodes back-to-back. No shame. It was glorious and I have zero regrets, because I’ll never get the chance to binge MLP like that again! Probably.
But out of respect for those who want to wait until the official release, I, as usual, won’t post spoilers until each release date rolls around.
Buuut, for those of you who want to try out that Netflix-style binge-watching for MLP, here are links to the last five episodes. Click and view at your own risk.
P.S. I saw the Movie in theatres! A spoiler-free review will actually be coming a little later next week, with some help from some friends, and a full-spoiler-filled review will be coming seperately (maybe before, maybe after, but we’ll see what I have time for. Pinkie Pie Day has been moved to Monday/Canadian Thanksgiving this year, so I’ll most likely focus on that first)!
Simple glamour that asks the Greek gods to make you more preferable to the people you are around.
Water (Rose or Moon water works the best but regular water works as a substitute.)
A night with the moon showing
A wash cloth
Do not wear makeup while doing this.
Go infront of a window at night, bring your water and wash cloth. While rubbing drops of water on your face with your hands, imagine a mask forming on your face. Make sure you cover your entire face while doing this, as this will be your mask. While doing that, recite:
“Nyx, my lady of the night. Your darkness, nothing stirs under your dark cloak. I ask you to use that cloak to shield me, day and night, from being hurt, and conceal the parts of me the people around do not want to see.”
“Artemis, The Moon, have your heavenly energy grace my face, enchanting a mask of what people would like to see, even if it is out of my nature, it’s the nature I shall show for them.”
“Aphrodite, My Beauty, My Queen, make the mask beautiful, as there is no difference in what was and what now is. Make what they shall want to see shine, glisten, glimmer, and be even more believable. Make it so that no one sees through the deciet.”
“Athena, a guard of the heavens, wit as sharp as a knife, once I am not around these people that my true nature needs to hide, take a might sword, sweeping across the sky, cutting strait through the mask, but not cutting me, so I can be myself once more.”
“May this mask of water, enchanted and added to by the gods, be on me as long as I need. I ask this of you, Nyx of the Night, Artemis of the Moon, Aphrodite of Beauty, and Athena of War, to assist with this mask, so all goes well.”
Once done reciting, take a deep breath in and out. Then, dry your face with an open washcloth. Don’t dab or rub, that would destroy the mask, but just place it on your face for a minute, then, take it off, and place it on or next the window, preferably also with an offering on it. Go to sleep and the mask will be on the next morning.