take them away they are too much

anonymous asked:

Reddie 🙏🙏🙏 1 , 8 , 16 ppleaseeee 💖💖💖💖

1. Breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths

Eddie backed up against the bathroom stall, wrapping his arms around Richie’e neck and pulling him as close to his body as possible. Richie kept one of his hand’s on Eddie’s waist whilst the other cupped his cheek, stroking his thumb over his skin and sighing into his mouth when Eddie ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Richie had texted Eddie nearly 10 minutes ago to meet him in the bathroom and they hadn’t left it since, even though Eddie was halfway through his last lesson of the day and Richie was supposed to be in P.E. 

After a few more minutes, and after Richie started running his hand up under his shirt, Eddie broke away trying to steady his breathing and gulp in as much air as possible. Richie didn’t move back, their noses bumping together and their lips grazing every so often. Eddie looked Richie in the eyes with a dazed expression and Richie smiled down at him.

“I need to get back.” Eddie whispered against Richie’s lips. But the taller boy shook his head, their noses rubbing against each other, making Eddie giggle slightly. That just made Richie’s heart melt even more.

“Stay.” Richie mumbled as he pressed their lips together again. “Stay with me.”

8. Being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterwards

It was a Saturday, and Eddie had once again agreed to have a video game night at Richie’s house, which meant junk food and staying up till sunrise and talking about everything and anything. There friendship had always been like that, but then when things started to change, mainly when Eddie started seeing Richie as more than a friend, the game nights started becoming less frequent. Eddie was scared if he stayed around Richie too long he’d do something he would regret, but eventually he realised he had to just suck it up, that their friendship was too important to throw away just because Eddie had a crush. 

But on that particular Saturday, as Richie put in Legend of Zelda and Eddie started thinking about what it would be like to kiss him, Eddie realised he had to do something about his feelings. He wasn’t going to bottle them up anymore, it hurt too much. So Richie played his game and Eddie watched, glancing at him every so often, taking in his concentrated face and his frown whenever he got into a boss battle. Eddie blinked at him, and watched as Richie died, again, and threw the controller to the ground.

“Fuck this game!”

“Richie-”

“I mean seriously, who invented a boss battle THAT hard?!”

“Rich I need to-”

“Eds, you need to try this man, maybe you can beat thi-”

“RICHIE!” Eddie shouted, finally getting his attention. Richie jumped, but looked at him and stared.

“What?” He asked. Eddie paused, then put his hands on either side of Richie’s face, and pressed his lips against his. Richie froze, and so did Eddie, but then Richie moved his head forward, wanting Eddie to feel the pressure of his lips. He wanted this too. Eddie sighed and wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck, tilting his head to get a better angle as the two finally started to move their lips together, feeling each other’s breath on their skin and the occasional flick of their tongues. 

It didn’t last long, Eddie having to pull away for some air, but when he did he kept his eyes shut. It was like he in a dream, and he curled himself up towards Richie so their chests were pressed together. Richie sighed, his eyes not being able to open either, as they both basked in the moment. 

“Didn’t think you had that in you, Eds.” Richie breathed, and Eddie smiled. 

“Never underestimate me.”

16. When one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead

Usually, Richie would be annoying Eddie for attention. He’d always be studying or reading or watching TV when Richie decided he wanted to make out. But now, it was Eddie’s turn to be desperate. Richie had been learning how to play guitar, and it had taken up all of his free time. All of his and Eddie’s time, to be more precise. And Eddie was getting bored.

“Richie.” Eddie whined, leaning his head on his boyfriend’s back as he watched him strum some chords over his shoulder. “Will you put that down?”

“I’m nearly done, Eds.” Richie said quietly, strumming and writing down the chords so he could remember them. Eddie sighed dramatically and flopped down so his head was next to Richie’s knee.

“You said that twenty minutes ago!” 

“I promise this time.” Richie chuckled, seeing his boyfriend pout up at him with a frown. Richie hesitated than sighed as Eddie wouldn’t stop glaring at him, his face all cute and scrunched up. Richie leaned down and pressed a kiss to Eddie’s forehead, and brought his face up to look at him. Eddie was still sulking. “Oh come on!”

“Kiss me properly.” Eddie demanded and Richie rolled his eyes before doing just that, pressing his lips hard against his boyfriend’s and stroking his hair. Eddie grinned into the kiss, and even pulled away to start peppering Richie’s jaw with tiny kisses, but Richie laughed and pulled away, only making Eddie whine. “You’re mean!”

“And you’re fucking adorable.” Richie said, going back to his guitar, but enjoying the feeling of Eddie reaching up and playing with his hair whilst he practised. 

Someone take away Lau’s nya hands

Undertaker | Grell | Ronald | Bravat | Edward

Those of you who follow my main blog probably know by now that I’ve experimented with printing stickers as of late… I made two printouts of my Zesty orchestra set, too, so here’s a little deal: the colours aren’t what I want them to be, and the printing quality isn’t excellent, but it’s not actually bad, either (and the paper feels so nice!), so I’m confident that they should bring you joy. I’d simply not charge full price for it. So, here’s a little offer from my end: I’m willing to give these away for much less money than I’d usually take, so chances are that you’d pay more shipping costs than actual money for the stickers, depending on where you live. Either that, OR, if you’d been considering a commission, I’d totally be willing to send you one of these sticker sets for free. Yes, even if it’s a digital art commission.

So if you’re interested, shoot me a message!

…I hope this is gonna be the last post about this particular sticker set that you’re ever gonna see from me.
I should totally make kimono sets and AU design sets, though. I will drown this world in chibi stickers.

Good Omens: a gentle reminder

Your headcanon is your headcanon. The characters in your mind are what they are, and nobody is trying to take them away from you. Think of the Good Omens TV series as a stage play: for six full hours, actors are going to be portraying the roles of Crowley and Aziraphale, Shadwell and Madame Tracy, Newt and Anathema, Adam, Pepper, Wensleydale and Brian and the rest. Will they look like the people in your head? The ones you’ve been drawing and writing about and imagining for (in some cases) almost 30 years?

Probably not. Which is fine.

The people in your head and your drawings are still there, and still real and still true. I’ve seen drawings of hundreds of different Aziraphales over the years, all with different faces and body-shapes, different hair and skin, and would never have thought to tell anyone who drew or loved them that that wasn’t what Aziraphale looked like. (And a couple of years after we wrote it, I was amused to realise that the Aziraphale in my head looked nothing like the  Aziraphale in Terry’s head.) I’ve loved every instance of Good Omens Cosplay I’ve seen, and in no case did I ever think anyone was doing it wrong: they were all Aziraphales and Crowleys, and it was always a delight.

Good Omens has been unillustrated for 27 years, which means that each of you gets to make up your own look for the characters, your own backstories, your own ideas about how they will behave.

The TV version is being made with love and with faithfulness to the story. It’s got material and characters in it that Terry and I had discussed over the years, (some of it from what we would have done it there had been a sequel). Writing it has taken up the greater part of my last three years. You might like it – I really hope you will – but you don’t have to. You can start watching it, decide that you prefer the thing in your head, and stop watching it. (I never saw the last Lord of the Rings movie, because I liked the thing in my head too much.)

Remember we are making this with love.

And that your own personal headCrowleys and headAziraphales and headFourHorsemen and headThem and headHastur and headLigur and headSisterMary and all the rest are yours, and safe, and nobody is ever going to take them away from you.

What You Don’t Know About the Moon Signs

ARIES: They are fighters, they go through so much turmoil and still manage to rise above it. They have so much passion and love for their family and loved ones, they tend to hurt these people the most, as Aries is emotional and can go through a range of emotions in such a short span of time. They tend to beat themselves up a lot for all the shit they do. They just need the love and attention they may not have received in early life.

TAURUS: Family and home are very important to Taurus moons. They strive for long term relationships and are generally loyal to their significant others. They can come off as needy, clingy, and obsessive leaving them heartbroken many times in their life. This may stem from a family who suffocated them or were distant. They think they are boring and typical, they need someone who will love them for all their faults and see the life in them that others do not.

GEMINI: Gemini moons have a rep for being emotionless, cold, and a total heartbreaker. This isn’t true by any means. Gemini moons feel a range of emotions, so overwhelming that they shut it down completely and focus more on their mind than their heart. They don’t know how to feel sometimes, leading to depression and anxiety. It’s not that they don’t want anyone to love, they are actively searching for someone who understands they need space, they want to take things slow, which can be hard to understand because of how open they are. Gemini moons are full of love, wit, and enthusiasm. 

CANCER: Known for being clingy cry babies. But, really you guys?? Cancer moons are your best bet and probably the most misunderstood. These people would do ANYTHING for those they love. I’m talking like, giving you their last dollar so you can get something you want. They put the needs of their loved ones before themselves. They just want to nurture you and love you and want that back from you. They don’t want anything else. The “mom” friend, even if they’re male. These people are so fucking sweet. (Issues with the father are noted)

LEO: Okay, so they can be dramatic, but it’s because they feel so deeply and just want attention. They have a tendency to be conceited and arrogant but truthfully, they are very insecure about themselves and this stems from harsh parents who were very concerned with their status and their children’s looks. They just want you to pay attention to their rants, their stories, their generous acts. Thank and compliment a Leo moon today (unless they’re genuinely being an ass)

VIRGO: Virgo moons put a huge wall between their feelings and others, from fear of rejection, general anxiety about love, and not being well developed in their feelings. Because of this huge amount of baggage they put on themselves, they can love deeply one second and become critical and harsh the next. They need someone who will understand this and calm them down when things get too rough.

LIBRA: These beauties are some sweet talkers. And super generous, too. They’re usually the ones to not take sides during an argument between their friends, they talk to each one individually and attempt to work out a solution. Arguments, confrontation, and fighting are a huge fear for them, they can’t ever seem to say no to favors or stand up for themselves. Libra moons put their loved ones before themselves all the time. They need someone who will speak up for them or break them out of their shell and reassure them they’re allowed to say no if they want. 

SCORPIO: Scorpio Moons have intensified emotions and lead very private lives. Scorpio Moons are harder to get through than Scorpio Suns, actually. They fear others taking advantage of them or controlling their lives, so they don’t get involved in relationships very often but when they do, they’re likely to leave fast. They like the idea of love instead of love itself. Scorpio moons want so much to be in love, but they’re just too scared. The mother of the Scorpio moon was likely full of turmoil, leading to their trust issues. A constant with her leaving her child, or possibly having passed away.  They need someone who will be patient and understanding of the issues they have.

SAGITTARIUS: Impulsive, rapidly changing emotions are a constant for Sagittarius moons. There’s a pattern of reckless behavior / emotions and often being blunt and direct, which obviously hurts the feelings of others. Deep down, Sagittarius moons are very loving and affectionate. They just need someone who will understand they don’t always mean the things they say. They need someone who can keep up with their active mind, changeable emotions, and wild spirit.

CAPRICORN: Most likely of them all to have issues with the father, 2nd being Cancer Moons. Often, childhood trauma has effected them, making them take on responsibility for themselves early on, out of fear that no one can take care of them but themselves. They’re overly protective of their emotions and attempt to show no signs of actually being fragile. Once in love, they are committed and true. They need someone who will not be afraid to work hard for them. It’s not that they mean to be complicated, they’ve just been through a lot.

AQUARIUS: Freedom and individuality are absolutely important to Aquarius moons. They need space to breathe in, they need to be fully themselves, and they need times where they can be on their own. This doesn’t mean they’ll flake on everyone, this just means that people can be too much for them at times, even if they’re extraverted. They are friends to everyone they know, having friends from many different backgrounds. Their mother may have been distant, not giving the love and attention that should be given. This can make Aquarius moons adopt the same persona, distant and cold with their emotions. But when they truly open up to someone, they love with all their heart.

PISCES: Literally the most romantic of all the moon signs, and a huge flirt. Affairs are likely with this placement. Pisces moons have a strong intuition and immense creativity. Sometimes they get lost in their own world and lose sight of reality. They can make people out to be something they’re not which is dangerous if that person is actually toxic. It’s likely their mother had a drug addiction, and it’s likely Pisces moon will also have an addiction. They need someone who can ground them and bring them back to earth before they become too oblivious to their surroundings. 

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“So we’ll tell them that I rescued you during the FBI raid,” Stiles said, eyeing the ‘Beacon Hills - 3 Miles’ sign ruefully.

Derek snorted, “Or we could tell them the truth, that you called me to warn me that the FBI was on my tail and kept me updated on the progress so I got out before the raid and then you picked me up the next morning in Maryland.”

“What’s the fun of that,” Stiles rolled his eyes, “Let me be the hero.”

“If we tell them that anyone saved anyone I’m telling them that I saved you,” Derek flicked Stiles on the arm, “It’s my turn to save you.”

“Hey!” Stiles didn’t take this hands off the wheel, “Don’t hurt the driver.”

Derek rolled his eyes this time, “We’ll tell them the truth if they ask.”

“You’re boring Hale, when did you get so boring.”

“When did you decide to harbor another fugitive, you’re an intern with the FBI,” Derek shot back, but he was smiling.

“Anoth- It’s you! It’s the same damn fugitive every time you asshole,” Stiles said, “And what the FBI doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

“Idiot,” Derek said fondly, “Thank you.”

“For what?” 

“For saving me. Again.”

“Oh well,” Stiles shrugged, his voice a little quieter than usual, “I invested so much time into saving your life in high school I couldn’t just let you waste away in federal prison.”

“You’re too kind,” Derek said with a grin.

The Beacon Hills exit loomed large in front of them and Stiles takes a deep breath before he steers the Jeep off the highway. 

“Ready or not,” Stiles said sardonically, looking at Derek for a moment. 

“We’re ready,” Derek gently squeezes Stiles leg, ignoring the way touching Stiles makes his heart thud, “We’ve got to be.”

“I’m still telling them I saved you,” Stiles said, pulling the Jeep into the parking lot at the animal clinic and grinning at Scott as he put it in park. 

I believe it is entirely possible to love somebody too much; To give so much of yourself that you find you are almost empty with nothing but a longing to fill yourself with thoughts of them. You can give so much of yourself away and take on so much of someone else that you become like a boat taking on water… I believe you can drown in a person if you let yourself.

amiesepticeye  asked:

do you have any advice on how to not be nervous for a solo performance, i have a trumpet solo this saturday and i’m already quite nervous

Just to take some breaths and take some SLOW paces around and try to calm yourself. It won’t fully go away but use that energy! 

Nervousness isn’t always a bad thing. I see them as a good sign, it means you’re not too cocky and still care about what you’re doing. How would you know how much it means to you if it didn’t scare you a little? 

1. I knew what I was walking into ; I never thought it would hurt this much though.

2. I lied when I said I didn’t know what I wanted, I did know, I just knew that it wasn’t the same as what you wanted.

3. The day you left was the same day I gave you the last piece of me, I think you knew that. I think you came just so you could take it all before you walked away.

4. Thank you for the good times, although there wasn’t that many of them, although even they tore me apart too over time.

5. I always knew you were still in love with her.

6. My duvet smells like you. I have to sleep downstairs now because I can’t bare to sleep in the same bed that we fucked in.

7. I need to learn that I can’t run back to you again, this is the last time i’ll let you close enough to hurt me.

8. I knew it had to end but you only needed to close the door, you didn’t need to burn the whole house down with you.

9. The night before you left you made me tell you I loved you. The night before you left everything was perfect.

10. I am still trying to understand how things can go so wrong so quickly; I am still trying to understand how to live in a world without you.

—  10 things I’d say to you if by some miracle you decided to come back.

anonymous asked:

If Keith's Galra side is what makes him have this anger issues... How nice of a guy would he be if he was 100% human?

Actually–I don’t think Keith’s struggles with his emotions make him any less “nice.” If anything, I think he’s actually kinder because he’s hurting so much and still makes a conscious effort to try and control his temper and clearly regrets lashing out at others. Look at when he’s upset about Shiro’s disappearance–when he feels like Shiro left him and he know’s it’s not Shiro’s fault but he’s still so overwhelmed and says things he doesn’t mean. The reaction is immediate. As soon as he speaks, he looks devastated 

During his paladin vlog, he apologizes multiple times for letting his anger get the better of him. “I am…sorry. I am so sorry I, I guess—I have a bit of a temper, so…“ During The Hunted, he also expresses remorse for giving in to his emotions:

I think it’s also worth examining why Keith’s temper usually flares up. The common denominator is usually either 1) innocent people are in trouble (most likely under the rule of a corrupt leader)

2) Shiro in particular is in trouble, 

or 3) he’s grieving Shiro and his teammates don’t allow him that time to mourn or continue searching

Now, at the end of the vlog, Keith gets up and storms off. The only other time I could really think of where he actually gets up and leaves in a fit of anger on the spot is in Changing the Guard. All day he’s been tense and frustrated because no one else is willing to really acknowledge that Shiro is in serious trouble. “We don’t have Shiro either. Everyone seems to have forgotten that.” He feels like none of them cares about Shiro like he does, like they all just gave up on him and Keith is his only hope. And he can’t walk away from Shiro, not when he means so much. Anyway, what I’m getting here is–if in the vlog he storms off because he can’t hold back his tears anymore, does that mean he cried after this scene too? 

Even the way he slams his hands on the table before taking off is a thing in both these scenes

So anyway, what I’m trying to say here is–Keith’s anger isn’t from malicious intent. Not really. It comes from pain, compassion, love–it’s what happens when he cares too much and someone tears his world out from under him. He’s not a bad person, and I certainly don’t think Keith is even an angry person. Being galra doesn’t make him “meaner” or more aggressive, it makes all his emotions more volatile and passionate. Which would also explain his singularly devoted loyalty and adoration for Shiro, his sense of chivalry, his intense fear of abandonment, and so on. His feelings are all his, they’re just focused to such an intensity that he has difficulty managing them. He gets overwhelmed, and he lashes out. He’s trying his best to cope and I wish the universe was kinder to him 

The kind of friends they are

Aries: They make good friends, durable and loyal, even if they get upset or get angry easily.

Taurus: Sometimes a bit too individualistic, but still there if you need them.

Gemini: Cool, friendly, funny, engaging, but not always present for serious things.

Cancer: Soft, nice, but with a tendency to be overbooked, even for you.

Leo: The perfect mate to party until the end of the night, a little less to help you put away after.

Virgo: If you respect them, they will be the best friend in the world, otherwise they can be infernal.

Libra: Often very busy, sometimes for unnecessary things, but once with you they stay with you.

Scorpio: fabulous friends who always pay attention to you. They can also be your best enemies.

Sagittarius: Someone always happy and positive, a little immature, they will make you laugh or make you crazy.

Capricorn: The quiet buddies, who get fucked a bit but not too much, just what it takes to be cool.

Aquarius: They make great friends but their sharp opinions can sometimes cause tension.

Pisces: The kind to repair your computer if it caught a virus, always there to give you a hand.

Mirror, Mirror (Tom Holland Smut)

request: nah i woke up and this concept popped into my head bc i’m 4ever alone + occasionally sexually frustrated bc of thomas stanley holland

short summary: tom makes sure u know how to take care of yourself while he’s away if u get my drift ;)

length: 1.8k words

warnings: this is smut. lol. slight daddy kink. a bit of choking.

A/N: this is my first time writing smut let’s hope all the times i’ve read smut have prepared me for this moment. amen. lol i half proof read this don’t come at me (also just got a new macbook yesterday so i’m christening it by writing smut LOL)


“I don’t want you to leave Tom,” you pouted. He would be leaving for Montreal in the morning to start shooting for Chaos Walking. Even though you were a major fan of the books and their author, Patrick Ness, you weren’t ecstatic at the prospect of your boyfriend leaving you for such a long period of time. 

“You know I have to,” he replied with a sigh as he cuddled you tighter. The two of you had opted to spend the night in watching movies and soaking up each other’s presence for one more night. “But we don’t have to worry about that until the morning.” You simply hummed against his chest in response. 

“But what am I going to do without you? Who will take care of me?” you mumbled with a frown. You knew you sounded clingy, but at the same time you didn’t really care. You wanted him to stay. Tom pulled away from you slightly so he could look you straight in the eye.

“I’ll always take care of you, darling. You know that,” he said with a serious expression. Of course you knew that mentally, but physically he couldn’t if he was all the way in Canada. He didn’t seem to understand, so you decided to show him.

Getting up and straddling Tom’s sitting form, it was your turn to look him straight in the eye. His hands instinctively went to hold your hips. Slowly grinding yourself down on him, your boyfriend’s eyes began to darken slightly with lust.

“You can’t take care of me like this, though, babe,” you whispered next to his ear as you dragged your hips excruciatingly slowly over his growing erection. Starting to leave a line of light kisses down his jawline, he stops you.

“Then why don’t I show you what to do while I’m gone, then?” he challenged, lightly stroking your slightly arched back.

“Alright then Holland, show me how it’s done,” you replied with a smirk. The second the word “done” left you lips, he threw you over his shoulder, taking you from the living room into the bedroom. Instead of dropping your body on the bed like you expected, he set you down in front of the full length mirror next to your closet. Oh.

Sitting behind you, Tom situated you so you were sat in between his legs. Taking a look into the mirror, you almost laughed at your appearance. You were clad in one of his t-shirts, a random pair of blue panties, and your favorite green fuzzy socks. Tom was sporting a pair of gray sweats and nothing else. Wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, he rested his chin on your head.

“Don’t worry princess, daddy will make sure you’re all taken care of,” he purred softly. You shivered in anticipation as he moved his chin from your head to your shoulder, looking at each of your reflections in the mirror. “Does that sound good?” you merely nodded your head, but he gave you a brief slap on the thigh.

“Use your words, darling,” Tom reprimanded with a shake of his head. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered. He smiled and softly stroked the area of your thigh he’d smacked.

“Why don’t we get this off then, hm? Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror,” he requested, tugging on the shirt adorning your body. You slowly lifted your arms, and Tom tugged it off of you, both of you watching his actions in the mirror with eager, lustful expressions. 

“My beautiful girl,” Tom said breathlessly as he drank in your appearance. You’d forgotten that you ditched your bra earlier in the day and instinctively raised your arms to cover your breasts.

Tom frowned and halted your actions. “You truly are the most beautiful angel, you know?” he then gave u a brief kiss on the cheek as you blushed.

His hands started to travel south at an agonizingly slow pace starting at your chest as every sense in your body seemed to sharpen and electrify. The fact that he was making you watch seemed to awaken something inside of you. You could feel your panties dampening and he hadn’t even reached down there yet. A small whimper made its way out of your throat.

“Please, baby,” you whispered. Tom merely shushed you.

“All in due time, princess, all in due time.” Moments later, he had one hand between your legs, with his opposite arm wrapped around your waist protectively. 

“Do you ever touch yourself, thinking of me, while I’m gone?” he questioned, the hand in between your legs stroking you inches away from where you needed him most.

“No, daddy,” you replied honestly. You always thought about trying it, but never felt it would be as satisfactory as when your boyfriend was there to do it for you. 

“Hmm, while that’s the answer I love to hear, we’re going to have to change that aren’t we? I don’t want you to suffer too much while I’m away.” He started to leave a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your throat while still avoiding plunging his glorious fingers into your pussy.

Just as you were about to beg, his pushed aside your panties, too impatient to take them off, and began to viciously pump a finger, in and out. You couldn’t help the moan that pierced the air from your throat.

“More, Tom, I need more,” you moaned as your hips kept squirming and bucking up. His arm kept you from moving too far.

“I can’t give you more unless you keep still, darling,” he said with a slight laugh. It took everything in you to keep yourself from thrashing wildly to do as he said. You could feel his thumb resting on your clit and you desperately wanted him to do something, anything, to add to the pleasure you were feeling.

“Wrap your hand around my throat,” you said suddenly, surprising both him and yourself. Unsure of where that idea had come from, you strangely didn’t regret it. The more and more you thought about it, the more and more you wanted Tom do it. He, on the other hand, seemed unsure.

“Are you sure?” he said hesitantly, seeming to break out of the trance he was in. He stopped all movements to look at you directly through the mirror. But you nodded.

“Like…nothing crazy, but yeah. I really want you to.” you replied confidently. “I’ll just scratch your arm or something if it’s too much.”

After a few more seconds of deliberation, he removed the arm he had wrapped around your waist, raised it, and carefully wrapped his hand around your throat. 

“Like this?” he asked, slightly weary. But you were just fine.

“Actually…just a little tighter,” you said quietly. He did as you asked, taking care not to completely block your airways. And you loved it.

“Perfect,” you sighed in content. He plunged back into your pussy, this time adding a second finger. With the added pleasure of him slightly choking you mixed with the delicious sounds of his fingers entering your pussy at a rapid pace, you felt yourself clenching.

After a few short minutes of bliss, Tom promptly removed his fingers, sneaking them to his mouth for a quick taste. You whined in protest, but he grabbed one of your hands, taking a two fingers and sliding them where his hands used to occupy. Guiding your movements, he began to help you get yourself off.

“Just like this,” he rasped as he guided your two fingers in and out. As soon as he helped you set a rhythm, he guided your thumb to rest on your clit, rubbing gentle circles. He then removed his own hand from the equation, instead fondling your breasts as you fingered yourself.

You spared a moment to glance in the mirror. Your cheeks were red and your eyes looked to be glazed over in pleasure. You watched as Tom squeezed and pinched at your nipples, his other hand still wrapped securely around your throat, letting out a borderline pornographic moan at the multitude of events occurring.

“See, darling, it’s not so hard. You know you love it,” he said with a smirk, trailing a line of kisses from the back of your neck to your shoulder blades. It was all too much, you felt like everything was too much. But you didn’t want any of it to stop, quite the contrary you wished it would never end.

“T-Tom, I-I’m really close,” you barely got out. “Can I cum? Please?” you always had to ask him before you came, one of his rules.

“I don’t know darling,” he said as he gave you a once over. He could see you were on the verge of truly being wrecked. He smiled, loving the fact that you could bring yourself to unravel like this. 

Not being able to deny you for much longer, he finally gave the permission you craved. “Go ahead princess, cum all over your pretty fingers for me. Watch yourself come undone by your own fingers,” he commanded as he forced your head upwards to look in the mirror.

The sight of yourself and your boyfriend behind you brought you to your orgasm, one of the deepest and most intense ones you’ve felt in a while. You couldn’t manage to keep your eyes open the whole time, but you kept working your fingers and rubbing furiously at your clit as Tom nipped at your skin.

The world seemed to come crashing down as your legs shook almost violently. Moans of Tom’s name and a colorful variety of curse words fell from your lips until your throat ached for air and a deep rest.

Tom replaced your fingers with his own as you came down from your high. Finally taking a moment to close your eyes and lean your head back into his shoulder to rest, you almost felt a bit embarrassed. You had like that a lot, and hadn’t known that you could make yourself feel that good. But you didn’t know if Tom was into choking like that.

When your breathing returned to normal and your orgasm was spent, he slowly removed his fingers from your pussy. Bringing them up to your mouth, he tapped your lips.

“Want a taste, princess?” he asked innocently. You nodded, opening your mouth, sucking his fingers dry while looking him dead in the eye. You could feel his throbbing erection against your back and smirked, releasing his fingers from your mouth with an audible pop. He groaned loudly.

Picking yourself up from the carpet and readjusting your panties, you bent over in front of his face to pick up your previously discarded shirt. Through the mirror you could see him ogling your ass, just as you anticipated. He was putty in your hands.

“Well I think I need a shower,” you said with a mischievous smile. “Would you care to join me?” Tom stumbled to his feet, his erection clearly showing in his sweats.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said quickly as he practically dragged to the shower and fucked you senseless.


please give me feedback was this good was this shitty how can i improve i would love to know! my first smut attempt so…sorry LOL. but hopefully will improve as i write more. also if y’all have any requests lmk :)

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Too Sweet To Share by WinterAndLittleBrunettes

Keith decides to take a leap and confess to Lance, and because the universe loves to throw curveballs Keith’s way, Lance feels the same way. They decide to take things slow, and see what they mean to each other, before they bring the team up to speed.

But that doesn’t mean the team won’t find out on their own, in their own time.

there’s hills on my skin when you get too close by ShatterinSeconds

“Are–are you wearing my jacket?” Lance inquires, peering into Keith’s eyes as they hide behind the shadow from the hood.

Keith is startled to find those familiar blue eyes so close to his face as he slowly wakes up, mind returning to the present and away from a dream he can’t quite remember.

A small yawn breaks apart his lips. Suddenly the coat is too hot and too overbearing, and his face twists into something unpleasant. “S-sorry, I didn’t–I didn’t mean to. I–”

“Nah, it’s all good. I was just wondering where it went.”

(or sometimes when things are left unattended, you have to take advantage of them)                          

how much longing has to fall like snow (for the spring days to come?) by vivahate

For a moment Lance thinks Keith is going to argue back. Say that there’s something wrong with him, with how he feels. Like he isn’t allowed to break and mourn.

He probably never has been, Lance comes to the sudden painful realization. At least not in a situation where anyone but Shiro could’ve been there for him as he fell apart.

Boy’s A Straight Up Hustler by MyChemicalKlance

Just a simple love story between two people traveling space together and finding home in something they don’t need to traverse galaxies to have.
Just because their nine to five’s as a swindling thief and space cop/bounty hunter aren’t exactly traditional doesn’t mean Lance and Keith can’t have it all.

No one ever said love was easy.

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Keith has been working at this huge department store for three years now. He’s not particularly good at it. In fact he’s awful. He knows he is, and the customers seem to have no problem telling him this. He needs help.
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Though he be but smol, he is fierce! by Reader115

It started like this. One second, he was shooting at sentries, and the next second he was on his ass on the cold metal floor of the Galra base due to an extremely rude shove from Keith.

And then Keith disappeared.

I mean, he’s not the science guy, so disappeared is probably the wrong word. Regular-sized Keith disappeared anyway. And Lance was left staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at a tiny, oh so very smol Keith unconscious on the ground beside him.

What You Don’t Know About the Moon Signs

ARIES: They are fighters, they go through so much turmoil and still manage to rise above it. They have so much passion and love for their family and loved ones, they tend to hurt these people the most, as Aries is emotional and can go through a range of emotions in such a short span of time. They tend to beat themselves up a lot for all the shit they do. They just need the love and attention they may not have received in early life.


TAURUS: Family and home are very important to Taurus moons. They strive for long term relationships and are generally loyal to their significant others. They can come off as needy, clingy, and obsessive leaving them heartbroken many times in their life. This may stem from a family who suffocated them or were distant. They think they are boring and typical, they need someone who will love them for all their faults and see the life in them that others do not.

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anonymous asked:

What if Stiles and Derek's first kiss is post-nogitsune? Would he feel like a thief? Would he mourn the body that Derek never held? Would each brush of fingertips or kiss to his temple be a betrayal? They'd probably talk about the scars too. Derek would understand-- to an extent. But he grew up not without his history on his skin so he'll never understand how it feels to have that ripped away.

Their lips brush and Stiles turns away a second later, breaths shallow, hands twitching against the folds of Derek’s shirt. There’s warm breath on his cheek, the ghost of beard still so close and all Stiles can think is that he wants this. He wants this. And…

It’s wrong.

Those fingers, twitching against Derek’s shirt, smooth and uncalloused. The scar that used to live above his third knuckle just a burn-hot memory in his mind.

Everything still feels off in his body, out of balance, and he remembers the way Derek used to look at him. All tension and frustration in ways he couldn’t start to make sense of. And now Derek’s lips are in reach, a short turn away, and he’s murmuring out “Stiles…?” and all Stiles can think is…

“Do you want me?”

He can feel the stall in Derek’s thoughts like a physical reaction, and he wonders if there was a subtle tell or if… if he’d just felt it, inside, the confusion a flicker of chaos in Derek’s chest. Can he do that? Feel chaos? The Nogitsune drank it in and Stiles…

“Stiles,” Derek breathes again, a quirk of amusement in his tone. Thumbs smooth down his hips and Stiles fights the urge to rise into the contact. “Thought I’d just answered that question.”

And Stiles could leave it at that, asked and answered. Except…

There should be a scar on his hip, long and thin, from a fence he’d scaled once and dropped down five times faster. Derek should be feeling that right now, that piece of Stiles’ history, that stupid ten year old adventure laid out across his skin. But the skin’s smooth. Blank slate.

He shivers, gripping tighter into Derek’s shirt.

“No, I––” He can’t think of how to explain it. The thoughts are a choked feeling in his throat, a twist in his gut. Something like guilt and fear and he doesn’t even know what answer he wants when he leans back enough to find Derek’s eyes and say: “Since when? Did you… I mean, before…”

He’s not sure Derek knows what he means, but there’s a hint of flush under that dark beard suddenly, and Stiles gets a little bit lost in the contrast.

“Last summer.”

“Last––?” It pulls Stiles back, his eyes startling up. That was… most of a year, that was before…

A sick lurch sets him falling back out of Derek’s grip. Too-smooth fingers (uncalloused) slip too easy from Derek’s chest. His sneaker-covered feet might as well be walking over glass and he’s being dramatic except that he’s really not. Because if Derek wanted him last summer…

“That wasn’t me.” It sounds wrong as he says it, stupid, because… he was there that summer. He remembers every moment spent with Derek, researching the Alphas, searching for hints of Boyd and Erica. Charged smirks and snark and quiet moments that felt more comfortable than they should. He remembers the moments before summer too, when the thought of Derek made his heart pound and his body thrum in a way that could have only meant fear, except it hadn’t only been fear. He’d been scared of the Alpha too, and the hunters, and that coil of electric heat only sparked through his gut for Derek. He remembers that, like he remembers the scars that aren’t there anymore, and he can’t help running his too-soft fingertips over the smooth flesh of his knuckle as he breathes out, faint and lost, “…Was that me?”

There’s a too long pause while the question burns back into his throat, buzzing through his limbs like a current until he realizes he’s shaking from them. Was that him? Helping Derek track the Alpha pack? Helping Scott learn to control his wolf? Sitting by his mom’s hospital bed, watching her lose the long war to her illness, pieces of her flaking away like old scars, like a whole identity, like––

A warm hand closes over his, large and gentle, grounding.

“It was you,” Derek says, simply. Like there’s no question, like nothing’s changed. Like Stiles hasn’t changed. 

But that’s wrong. He’s not the same person he was before the Nogitsune, and he’s not talking in the experiences change you, huh kind of way. He’d had scars before. He’d had… a whole life written on his skin. And then he’d crawled out from inside his possessed body’s throat, spawned out like some alien parasite or… clone and––

“My body died, back there.” Four months past, and he still can’t wrap his head around it. That he’d watched himself bitten and impaled, spasm and cracking and shatter to dust.

The scarred body. His real body.

And he was left in… this.

Long fingers uncurl, stretching out slow. Thin, pale digits fitting strangely perfect between Derek’s, and Stiles can only wonder what it would have looked like before.

“…What if I’m not real?” He watches Derek’s fingers twitch, barely perceptible, tightening like they’re fighting to hold onto him. And Derek’s lost enough in his life, too much. It’s a dick move to say this, to take anything else away from him, but… “What if the guy you wanted last summer… what if he died inside the Nogitsune, and I’m just––”

No.”

The sureness of it has Stiles’ throat clenching. He tilts his head, challenging. Finds Derek’s eyes again.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you.”

Which is just… it’s stupid how that makes Stiles’ heart jump. Flutter around like it’s fighting to leap the distance between them and plaster itself all up against Derek’s stupid, muscled, secretly sweet as hell chest.

Which… yeah, that’s nearly a gross enough visual to stomp his fondness boner in the bud. He sets his jaw.

“Did you know I used to have a scar on––”

“Your right hand? Just above the third knuckle, a burn.”

Stiles’ argument stalls out. He blinks, finger shifting to rub over the space, but Derek’s is already there, soothing the phantom mark over his skin.

“I… was eleven.” Because silence has never been safe for him. Because noise distracts from the too-easy pleasure rippling up his arm. “First time I tried cooking dinner for me and dad. Mac and cheese, it… didn’t go great.” He wets his lips. Looks away “Or… the other me did, I don’t––”

You did.” And Derek still sounds so damn sure. Stiles wants to believe him. He parts his lips, can’t. Because––

“Stiles, I’ve never had scars on my skin. I… can’t relate to what it’s like to lose them. But the things that have happened to me… they’re not any less real because I can’t see them. Every bullet, cut, punch I’ve taken…” He might sense the wince forming on Stiles’ face, and shakes his head, shrugging that off like it’s not important. But that’s an argument for another day. “Every scar life gave you… they’re still there. You’re still carrying them, inside you.” He flits his eyes down Stiles’ frame, then away, finger soothing over the ghost burn. “There are plenty no one would have ever seen anyway. But they made you. Who you are, and who you are…” He shakes his head, looks back to meet Stiles’ eyes squarely. “You recognized me when I was a teenager. That’s the same person who recognized me in the preserve.” Stiles feels his face heat because… even knowing Derek’s a werewolf now, he’d never put together that Derek would have heard his fangirl moment to Scott after Derek had walked away.

Before he can speak up, though, Derek’s going on. “You tracked me to Mexico. Faced down the Calaveras to save me. That’s the same person who stared down the Argents, drove a Jeep into a kanima, who hit an Alpha with a wooden baseball bat––”

“Two Alphas,” Stiles cuts in, because props, ok? “Two, that were…” His free hand mimes squishing, and Derek’s lips twitch.

“Two,” he agrees, and Stiles can’t not smile back. Just for a second –– fond, helpless –– then he’s ducking his head. Derek sighs, catches his chin. Guides it up until their gazes lock again.

“That was you,” he says, so firmly Stiles can’t help believing this time. “Was the man who clawed his way out of his own possession. Followed Scott’s howl back to the real world. And whatever happened to your body, whatever… magic gave you a new one, Stiles came out with it. Your scars are still there, just…” His fingers trail to Stiles’ chest, and something thumps out eagerly to meet them.

“Inside,” Stiles breathes, and the way Derek’s eyes warm makes him shiver with a proud ripple of pleasure.

“Inside,” Derek echoes. Runs a thumb light along Stiles’ lip. “You could have come out of the Nogitsune looking like anything. Wouldn’t change who you are.”

And damn, Stiles has fallen for a goddamn poet in a grumpy wolf’s body. …But then, Stiles is pretty sure he’d known that already.

His fingers go up, curl gently into Derek’s shirt.

“But… you like this body,” he prompts, and Derek gives an exasperated huff, pulling him in.

“I like this body,” he confirms, and it doesn’t feel wrong to hear that.

When Derek kisses him this time, Stiles doesn’t pull away.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Hope you are having a nice day. Love your blog. Also can we please have some soft!yoongi appreciation?

ofc i could talk about our tiny prince for hours!!

the way he shows affection subtly is so endearing. i think it’s v much his virgo moon, which is described perfectly here:
“they may complain about it, but as long as they feel appreciated they will do their best to not only take care of themselves, they’ll take care of you too”

“they will show how much they care in small, practical ways like putting away your laundry. open affection may cause them to pull back a bit, and they are often shy”

he’s so domestic too, honestly some of the best father material in bts, and i think it’s his cancer mars instinct. people call jin the “mom” of the group, when really yoongi dotes on them the most ;;

he’s a sensitive pisces boy who loves to hold hands and craves affection but is too shy to say it. pls b gentle to him

How The Signs Get Hurt

Aries: Overthinking situations and allowing bitterness to blind them
Taurus: Expecting too much of people without considering that not everyone works like them
Gemini:Taking on a “me against the world” mentality and losing the help they need
Cancer:Relying on other for happiness and validation
Leo:Ignoring the needs of those around you, ending in damaged relationships
Virgo:Allowing everyone to pull you in every direction at once at all times
Libra:Turning a blind eye in the throws of passion and ignoring toxic patterns
Scorpio: Pushing away those who can help you and wallowing in self damaging behavior
Sagittarius:Allowing anger and resentment to play too big a part in your lifestyle
Capricorn:Underplanning and Overcommitting to people and causes that do not feed your soul
Aquarius:Knowing everyone but not letting anyone in enough to know how to help
Pisces:Turning to toxic behavior in search of peace from life’s struggles

Rage

Draco feels a tremor tear through him. His fists are clenched, his jaw muscles tense, his chest tight, his knees wobbly. He’s breathing heavily as his stomach twists viciously, the hot feeling inside it beginning to spread, infecting the rest of his body. Like venom. He stares down the empty corridor, lit by torches. His vision blurs, little spots appearing in front of him. He feels dizzy. He wants to scream. He wants this feeling inside of him to take physical form, so he can punch it, destroy it.

He wants the rage to leave his body.

Well, what Draco really wants is the cause of his rage to go away. How many letters from his father is he supposed to receive calmly, while Lucius keeps going on and on about how disappointed he is in his son, not sure if he can be even called his son any longer.

Draco feels sick. His stomach gives another twist, but Draco refuses to show weakness. He will not be sick. No. He hears, rather than feels, his jaw cracking as he tenses his muscles further. His arms are shaking now. Unthinkingly, he turns to the wall and punches it. Hard. He feels no pain, but there’s another cracking sound.

Draco feels his eyes sting, which only makes him angrier. This will not make him cry. He will not spill a single tear over this. And yet, he can’t seem to stop the hot tears from running down his cheeks.

He startles when he hears footsteps echoing off the walls. He hastily wipes the tears away with his sleeve and looks up. Of course. Of course it has to be Potter!

“Malfoy.” He sounds puzzled. “What are you doing here?”

Draco doesn’t answer and averts his eyes, in fear of Potter noticing he just had a moment of weakness.

“Malfoy,” Potter repeats. Draco feels a new surge of anger course through him. He wants to hit Potter. Hexing him wouldn’t be gratifying enough. He wants to physically injure him with his hands, his whole body.

Before Potter knows what’s happening, Draco lunges at him. His fist connects with his jaw and Potter stumbles backward. He blinks a few times, obviously flabbergasted and blinks at Draco stupidly. After a moment, he frowns.

“What the hell, Malfoy?”

Draco lunges at him again, trying to land a punch. His vision blurs once more, making it difficult to see where to hit Potter. But it doesn’t matter. Draco doesn’t care which part of Potter he will injure, as long as it hurts. He wants Potter to hurt as much as he does.

But Potter is fighting back. He hits Draco in the stomach, making him flinch. He welcomes the sharp pain. It numbs the other sensations in his body. It doesn’t last long, though. Once again, he feels detached from his body.

Draco’s not sure, but he thinks he got Potter on his shoulder and punched his chest, knocking the breath out of him. When Draco starts whirling around again, striking out in an uncontrolled manner, he suddenly feels arms encircling him, clutching him.

“Damn it, Malfoy, stop,” Potter shouts. He tightens his grip, trying to get Draco to stop moving. Draco fights against the restraint, tries to break free, but Potter is apparently stronger than him.

“Bloody hell, I heard you’ve been starting fights lately for no apparent reason,” Potter squeezes out while Draco still tries to get him off him. “What is the matter with you?”

Draco just grunts and tries to shove his elbow into Potter’s side. He fails. When all his attempts fail, he finally slumps down. Potter, surprised by the sudden extra weight, tumbles and they both go down.

Draco needs a moment to realise he’s half sitting in Potter’s lap, his body still somewhat encircled by Potter’s arms. It’s too much. Draco can’t take this. The hot tears he spilled earlier are nothing compared to what’s happening right now. He’s choking on his own sobs, every inhale torture to his lungs.

He can’t even win a fight against Potter, Draco thinks bitterly. Is his father right? Is Draco really a disappointment? Draco is faintly aware that he’s heaving and puffing, his chest aching.

“Malfoy,” Potter says quietly, uncertainty clear in his voice. He hasn’t moved his arms and Draco wants to slap them away, because the warmth that’s seeping through his robes is too bittersweet for him to bear. It’s not Potter’s intention to comfort him with this proximity.

“Your hand,” Potter suddenly mutters. Draco looks down at it. His hand his bruised and swollen, the skin on his knuckles cracked. He still doesn’t feel any pain. He’s just numb, like most days lately, not in control of his own body.

He hates that he can’t get up and just leave. He’s still sitting in Potter’s lap, sobbing like a child. Draco feels a tentative finger under his chin and tries to jerk his head away, but Potter’s grip is firm. He forces Draco to look at him and Draco can do nothing against it. He stares at Potter as several emotions pass over his face. His eyes are wide and his mouth opens to release a warm puff of breath. Draco feels it on his face and it’s like Potter has struck him.

The aching in his chest worsens and Draco breaks down completely. He lets his head fall down, not caring where it lands. The fingers under his chin disappear, as Draco’s head hits something solid. Potter’s shoulder, he realises, when something soft tickles his ear. Potter’s hair.

Draco knows this is wrong. He knows Potter is getting a glimpse of something, Draco has been trying to hide from everyone. He can’t show weakness. He just can’t.

He isn’t sure, at first, if he’s imagining something pressing into his back and the warmth on his cheek, until he tries to turn his head and finds that he can’t. Because Potter’s cheek is pressing into his, his arms are around Draco once more. He’s drawing circles on Draco’s back with his palms rather awkwardly.

Draco really does know this is wrong and he has no idea what possessed Potter to actually try and comfort him, but when Draco feels a warm hand move over his head and begins stroking his hair, Draco closes his eyes and decides that, just for tonight, he will forget about everything that is wrong.

Butternut

In which Harry takes it a bit too far. 

Warnings: smut


Y/N knew she was in trouble from the moment she started flirting with that guy, Matt or Matty she thinks his name is, she really couldn’t remember but he was hella fine she must admit.

Y/N couldn’t help the flirting, it was all Harry’s fault this had happened. He was the one who allowed a group of skanky girls to get all touchy with him.Y/N’s stomach burned with fury at this sight and jealousy overcame her which lead her to Matt, a guy who had his eyes on her most of the night.

Harry obviously wasn’t pleased to look over to find his girl chatting up some bloke, he knew he really wasn’t in any place to judge he deserved it, but he didn’t care. It was his all about his ego, as usual

And that’s how Y/N and Harry ended up here, with Y/N’s arms crossed and she sat in the passenger’s seat and stared out the window, trying to avoid Harry’s gaze with a pout evident on her lips.

Harry however tightly gripped the steering wheel causing them to turn white. His jaw was clenched and his usual emerald eyes turned dark as his eyes conveyed anger. Y/N could feel Harry’s lethal stare on the back of her neck, she felt in piercing through her body.

“Y’know pet, daddy’s g’nna punish yeh fo’ misbehaving” Harry rasped causing a loud huff to leave Y/N’s lips.

“Are yeh givin’ me attitude there pet?” Harry questioned his voice laced with amusement.

“Well what do you think?” Y/N fired back.

A loud growl was emitted from Harry’s throat. “Jus’ wait till we get home, yeh g’nna get it” Harry spoke as he accelerated while gripping the steering wheel even tighter, if that was even possible.


“Alright, y’know what to do” Harry spoke as he walked into their shared flat with Y/N trailing behind him “Strip down t’ y’ knickers and wait fo’ meh on the bed” he continued.

“Yes daddy” Y/N muttered as she trudged up the stairs.

Once Harry entered their shared bedroom he was greeted with the most delightful sight, there was his girl in only a pair of baby pink laced panties. She sat on her knees in the middle of their king sized bed with her hands rested in her lap as she stared at Harry with doe eyes.

“Aren’t yeh a precious little thing?” Harry cooed as he ambled towards her. Harry seated himself at the foot of the bed and signaled for Y/N to come over. 

Y/N situated herself on Harry’s lap. “Daddy” Y/N whined as she rubbed her heated core against Harry’s growing bulge.

“S’that what yeh want princess?” Harry questioned. “Daddy’s cock?” He continued. A loud moan left Y/N’s lips in response.

“C’mon babygirl, use yeh words f’ daddy” Harry demanded as he peppered kisses down Y/N’s neck and to her breasts.

“Daddy please”

“Please what princess?”

“Please fuck me” Y/N whined as she reached down to touch the bulge in Harry’s pants, which Harry was then quick to swat her hand away.

“Nuh uh, bad girls don’t get daddy’s cock now do they?” Harry questioned. Y/N shook ‘no’ her head in response. “And wha’ do bad girls get?” 

“Punished” Y/N mumbled.

“Right, now over daddy’s lap like the good girl I know yeh are” Harry spoke. “Yeh deserve a spanking fo’ what yeh pulled earlier pet” He continued

Harry adjusted Y/N on his lap to his liking. “Well well well” Harry started as he ran his finger over the wet patch on Y/N’s undies “Are yeh wet fo’ daddy or tha’ bloke princess?” Harry questioned.

“You daddy” Y/N whimpered out.

“Yeh didn’ sound too sure there baby” Harry rasped as his hand collided with the cheek of Y/N’s ass, a loud smacking sound echoing through the air as he did so, leaving Y/N’s cheek a burning sensation aching for more.

“Count fo’ me baby” Harry demanded.

“One” Y/N mewled out

Harry’s hand struck Y/N’s ass once again, his rings increasing the pain causing the burning sensation to become even stronger.

By the tenth and final spank Y/N was a moaning and sobbing mess with tears dribbling down her flushed face.

“Y’alright pet?” Harry softly questioned as her gently rubbed his hand over the crimson skin of Y/N’s ass. Y/N hummed in response as Harry pressed a chaste kiss to her temple.

“Yeh not done yet baby” Harry growled as he slid off Y/N’s knickers. “Well look at tha’ is yeh sweet cunt dripping for daddy?” Harry questioned. A soft whimper left Y/N’s lips in response.

“Use yeh words pet” Harry demanded as he ran his finger along Y/N’s folds, some of her juices being collected on his finger.

“Yes daddy, all for you” 

“Good girl” Harry hummed as he sucked on Y/N’s juices which now lay on his finger.

Harry dragged his fingers from Y/N’s folds and to her slits trying his best to avoid her swollen aching clit which was dying to be touched.

“Now tell me baby, can that bloke make you feel this good?” Harry questioned as her sucked on Y/N’s collar bones.

“No” 

“No who?” Harry asked as her pinched Y/N’s clit causing a loud gasp to escape her lips,

“N-no daddy” Y/N stuttered out.

“Good girl” Harry spoke as he pressed his fingers to Y/N’s clit and harshly rubbing them in figure eights causing an audible gasp to escape Y/N’s lips.

“Y’gonna come for daddy baby girl” Harry asked her as he continued to rub over Y/N’s already swollen and sensitive clit, edging her to her end.

“Daddy I’m so close” Y/N whimpered out as she gripped onto Harry’s forearms, clawing and scratching her nails along them which will surely leave a few marks.

“C’mon princess, be a good girl and come for daddy” Harry demanded as he applied more pressure onto Y/N’s clit from his fingers.

“I-I oh God” Y/N let out between moans as her back arched and she gripped onto their pastel coloured sheets.Y/N could feel her orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach causing her legs to slightly tremble . Harry continued to coax Y/N through her orgasms as her peppered kisses along her jawline.

“Okay, Alrigh’ I’ve gotcha pet” Harry whispered into Y/N’s ear. “That’s it babygirl, cum for daddy” Harry continued as Y/N withered beneath his touch. Harry continued to rub on Y/N’s clit till she became oversensitive and was pushing his hand away.

“Y’alrigh’ there princess?” Harry questioned as he placed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead causing Y/N to hum in response.

“Don’t think yeh done yet pet” Harry spoke as he removed his clothes causing Y/N to let out a soft whimper. She really couldn’t get the image of Harry flirting with all those girls out of her head.

Y/N knew Harry only did it to spite her and hurt her, it was a game he played but she couldn’t take it, The whispers between them, the touching, the giggles. It was all too much for her. She should know better than to let her thoughts get to her, she should be used to this.

But what if?

What if he got tired of her, what if he found someone better than her, skinnier than her, prettier than her. Y/N knew she was nothing special but Harry made her think otherwise, she couldn’t help but doubt his love for her.

“Ready princess?” Harry questioned but he didn’t as so wait for a response from Y/N as he rammed his cock into Y/N and began trusting in and out of her. 

Y/N couldn’t hold it together again, a loud sob ripped through Y/N’s body but Harry thought nothing of it.

“B-butter Butternut” Y/N let out between sobs. Harry’s actions immediately halted and he pulled out of Y/N, surely he hadn’t heard correct, he never expected Y/N to have to use their safe word.

Harry felt hurt, guilty, penitent.

Harry never expected to push his girlfriend this far, he had no idea what he done to push her this far for her to use thier safe word. “Baby” Harry whispered his voice laced with guilt.

“M’ sorry petal wha’ is it?” Harry cooed as he threaded his fingers through Y/N’s hair.

“I-I’m sorry H, I really am” Y/N stuttered out between sobs

“ No no baby, yeh’ve got nothin’ t’ be sorry fo’ my love”

“ It’s just I couldn’t stand to see you with those girls, it hurts and I’m afraid you’re gonna leave me for one of them cause their much-”

Y/N’s rambling was suddenly cut off with Harry pressing his lips to hers.

“Tha’s what yeh all riled up about pet?” Harry questioned as Y/N gave a small nod embarrassment washing over her features.

A soft chuckle escaped Harry’s lips “ Oh Y/N my love, yeh know I’d never trade yeh for the world, yeh’re my princess and I love yeh to bits no one else, just you, yeh’re all mine” Harry spoke as he connected his lips with Y/N’s.

“I love you too” Y/N replied as she pulled away with a smile etched onto her face.


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It Wasn’t Real (part one)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: So literally i was overwhelmed by the amount of love and support I got for this story. Once again THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I’m actually so excited to start this series and I have so many ideas bubbling around in my head, so please enjoy.

There’s something’s i need to make clear before we get started. The rest of the story (except for the first part) will happen four years after the events in IT Chapter One. I know that sounds weird but it will get better I promise! This is also sort of an AU mainly because IT will come back sooner than twenty-seven years, which doesn’t happen in the book. So it’s like based off the original story but isn’t at the same time?? It will all make sense! And there will be an Character x Reader ending, but i’ve closed down the poll as of now until we get further into the story! Right now, Richie is leading!

Anyways… I hope you all enjoy this story! Oh! And Henry hasn’t die in my story, as well as his father. Everything else is the same.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see)

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones.

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It wasn’t real.

It seemed that maybe it was. When time passes, friends tend to forget each other. It was an unsaid thing. No friendships last forever, no matter hard you tried to make them. But something in you had always told you that when it came to the Loser’s Club that wasn’t true.

You’d been wrong.

Separated from those you called your family, everyone started drifting apart. Some of them still talked, like Eddie and Richie or Bill and Beverly, but in the end, no one really was as close as they use to.

It was almost as if they’d forgotten, stopped believing in what you all experienced. And you couldn’t understand why. Because while everyone was off moving on, forgetting, you only seemed to remember. You tried. Tried and fought and screamed and yelled for them, but it was like you were standing in the back, watching as their back turns. Watching Richie look away, watching Eddie follow or Bill turn and Beverly distance herself. You saw less and less of Mike, Ben never left the library and Stan… Stan wouldn’t even look at you.

Soon it was just you, just like IT had teased, and you were alone.

So, no, Bill, it was real.

Three Years Later…

You let out a breath of relief as the school bell rung, signalling the end of class. English class today in particular had been boring and repetitive, some idiot decided to back talk the teacher so the majority of the class was spent with Ms. Green lecturing you all. It would’ve been fine, had that not meant that your pile of homework had grown significantly larger in size.

Gathering your binder and books, you quickly stuffed them into your bag. Though when you looked up, you noticed that most of the students were already out and sighed. It meant the hallways were going to be cramped with people, and it was the end of the day.

Knowing it was inevitable either way, you slipped your backpack over your shoulders calmly and pulled the straps. “Have a nice weekend, Ms. Green.” You waved at your teacher. She may have just spent an hour yelling at you all and then the last half talking about what you had to catch up on, but she was nice when she wanted to be.

“You as well, Y/N.” She shortly replied, not sparring you a glance. You hesitated a moment, watching the way her eyes didn’t even move to say goodbye before sighing and making her way out the door. The hallway wasn’t as bad as you expected, which was a breath of relief. Quickly, you made your way down the hall, turned a right and low and behold there stood your locker.

Putting in the combination, you begin organizing what you’d need over the weekend and what you wouldn’t. Though, your moment of peace was quickly interrupted when the door of your locker was slammed to the side. You jumped, letting out a bewildered shock and turned to see who had so rudely disturbed you only to find a face you hadn’t wanted to see.

“Hey, babe.” Henry greeted, smiling down at you. Henry Bowers, the same Henry Bowers who use to bully you and your friends back in middle school. Of course, Henry confessed he doesn’t ever remember doing such a thing. I’d remember a pretty face like yours

Refusing the urge to shiver, you sent a short smile at him; “Jesus, Henry. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” He only shrugged, as if he didn’t care. Smiling through the discomfort, you grabbed your locker door, moving it off of the next one and Henry wasted no time leaning against it.

Henry Bowers had been sent back two years, making him in the exact same grade as you, of course he was eighteen already. Though, that didn’t mean he acted any more mature. 

“So, you coming with us to the pit tonight?” Henry asked, looking lazily over at you. Setting your final textbook in your locker, you shut the door with a soft thud; “us?”

“Belch and me.” He clarified. You hated Belch, all he did was well… belch. And it disgusted you, but it seemed no matter what him and Henry stayed friends. At least some things were the same. “Oh, and I believe Amy will be joining us.” 

“Oh,” you mumbled. “I don’t think I wi-”

“Why not?” Henry interrupted, cutting whatever you’d been about to say off.

You shifted uncomfortably, taking a tentative step back when Henry straightened out. You should probably just go, Henry would back off if you did. But you really did not want to spend the night in some dingy corner of the town with belching Belch and bitchy Amy. “My mom… she wants me home tonight.”

“Your mom?” Henry laughed, as if that was the craziest thing you’d ever said. Leaning down, he didn’t ask when he grabbed your wrist; “your mom never wants you home. Come on, it’ll be fun.” Fun for you, you wanted to say, but knew better. Knowing nothing you could say would allow you to stay home, you let Henry drag you off into the direction of the school doors.

You zoned out whatever he’d been saying, loosing yourself in your mind. At least it was the weekend, you told yourself, after tonight you wouldn’t have to speak to anyone, let alone see anyone. Of course, two days only lasted so long… Weekends use to be filled with adventure back in middle school… of course you were a child then and so was everyone else… but, it had been an adventure.

“Agh…” 

Turning your head, you were pulled from your thoughts as a familiar head walked by. You could almost swear… Time seemed to freeze, as the person’s head floated before you, but then suddenly it was gone. Looking down, you heard the thud as their body smacked against the ground. 

“Watch where you’re going, freak.” Henry laughed, shoving his hand into Belch’s stomach in excitement. You hadn’t even noticed Belch join you…

Looking over at the body, you didn’t move as they slowly moved to their hands and knees. You of course, felt bad, put no part of you wanted to help them. You only stared with a lazy eye, your wrist still in Henry’s grasp. It was only when their head turned up to glare at your boyfriend did you feel an reaction flood through you.

“Eddie…” You whispered, gaining a strange reaction from Henry and Belch. Seeing their gaze, you moved to look away before your eye caught Eddie’s. There laid Eddie, the same Eddie you used to constantly worry over and mother, on his knees, blood pooling from his chin where he’d smacked it against the ground.

His eye met you, but you didn’t do anything. 

Soon he groaned in pain, Henry had kicked him. Henry leaned forward, towering over the boy; “stay down.” And before you knew it, the grasp on your wrist tugged and you were off.


You gripped your jacket sleeves with force, watching as your breath formed before you in the cool evening air. You hated walking home alone, especially at night. It was when you saw things, things that shouldn’t be there but were. But of course, Henry hadn’t wanted to walk you home, so that left only one other option.

You laughed out into the bitter air, when did Henry ever wanna walk you home?

It’d caused many fights before, back when you first started dating. You didn’t want to stay out that later (or go out at all) but of course Henry wanted to, so you did. You’d stay out all night, doing whatever dumb thing him and his friends could think off until the sun had set and you could no longer see past you clearly. You’d beg him to walk you home, but he’d only shove you away and continue hanging with his friends.

Though, you guessed the moment of peace gave you time to think. Think about whatever. It never really was the same.

You let your eyes wander above you, to the night sky, viewing the many stars as you walked the streets of your neighbourhood. You were close, thankfully. It was January, meaning a new year and christmas had just passed. That also meant many houses still had there christmas lights up, too lazy to take them down and you could view the bright colourful lights in peace.

It wasn’t often you saw so much colour in your life nowadays.

Your feet made a crunching noise as you stepped into the snow, a sound you loved very much. There was nothing but colourful lights, empty streets and mindful thoughts.

“Y/N…”

You could see your house now, just before you and that gave you motivation to quicken your step. 

“Y/N.” Gasping, you turned around at the voice. You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but you had expected something. Instead, all you found was nothing. Just the street you’d already walked on a million times and the darkened houses except for the bright christmas lights. Shaking your head, you turned back around. You must’ve been imagining it.

“Y/N.” Okay, that time you hadn’t. You were sure of it.

“Henry?” You called, turning around once again. “Henry is that you?” Of course, nothing. People didn’t really like to reply to you much these days. “Henry, I-I swear to god if this is a prank…” There was nothing there, but you were so sure you’d heard a voice.

“Y/N.” You spun, the voice now much closer behind you. Except when you turned around, there wasn’t anything there.

“Time to play.” You spun again, back around and for a moment you saw what you never thought you’d see again. IT. IT. It’s red fire-y hair and sinister smile. But the next time you blinked, it was gone. “Time to play, Y/N.” You instinctively took a step back as maniacal laughter filled your ears.

Bolting around, you took quick and loud steps to your house, not daring to peer back behind you. You scrambled for your keys, fumbling to get them out of your back but the minute you did, you unlocked your door and swung it open. You wasted no time slamming it behind you, falling to the ground before it as you let out a shaky breaths.

Holding your hand against your chest, you tried to even your breathing. You were never afraid, at least you hadn’t been. Your friends made you stronger and now where were they?

Panting, you let out a little whimper. The second you closed your eyes, IT appeared and you wasted no time in opening your eyes again. Taking a look around your dark and vacant house, you were pulled away from the events that had happened outside and back into reality. “Mom?” You called, “you home?”

You wandered into the kitchen, finding nothing. No note, nothing. She obviously wasn’t home, but it’d be nice if she could at least let you know. Sighing, you dropped your bag on the dining table, taking a seat on one of the chairs. You let your head lean on your hand, staring at the darkened room around you.

“What happened…?”


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