the way we ate

We were young
and in love,
and very angry.
And headstrong. And we fought a lot. 
And it was passionate.
And we forgave each other endlessly.
And it felt holy. 
I never wanted you when you
spoke to me with a resentful
mouth. But there’s a life in your
eyes I am living for. 
And I make you so angry, 
you will leave me. And sometimes
I hope you do. 
And I live for you, with a pain in my bones.
Like bad milk. I ache for you.
I romanticise your realism, but
there’s nothing romantic
the way you would like to
spend less time with me.
Bu we ate chocolate in bed,
and we kissed a lot,
and you asked me to
take my
sweatshirt off.
And you say sorry
and I cry.
And you will love me,
till I make you angry again.
—  I Am The Sweetest Violence by Royla Asghar 

Seems these old hills
They keep on calling
Clouds ‘round here talk
Man I been listening

That what friends are for - Peter Hale x Reader

Originally posted by nudev

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Prompt: Derek comes to you when he has concerns about Cora, Peter decides to tag along for his own amusement. Shopping, Seduction and Sexiness ensues!
Warnings: Explicit smut. BECAUSE I CAN! Muah! :* Love you guys!

You turned over in your bed, trying to get comfortable but having no luck. After being laid there for over an hour you gave up. You sat up with a huff opening your laptop you decided to scroll through Tumblr. You got bored after half an hour and decided to look at some NSFW posts. You tilted your head as you saw the first post, you stare at the girl who had stockings on, no panties and a lacy bra. Her hands were tied with black silk and he eyes were covered with the same material. The man was licking from her pussy to her ass. Gotta love Tumblr you thought, you bit your lip and continued scrolling, after about half an hour you decided to watch a film.


The next day as you were walking out of school you saw Peter and Derek stood by your car. You sighed and made my way over to them cautiously.

“What are you doing here?” I grunted as I threw my bag into my passenger seat. I took a look at Peter and he smiled softly making you blush slightly.

You’ve had a developed a crush on peter not long after the Darach. Well it was more than a crush because not only did you like him, your body craved him so badly it hurt but who wouldn’t have you seen that man you thought. Derek turn to you with a confused face.

“I have a personal question to ask?” Derek asked nervously making you brows furrow, you blush soon forgotten. You raised an eyebrow waiting for him to elaborate.

“What is NSFW? Cora got a notification through to her phone but there was one of them hashtag thing saying NSFW and when I tried to open it she freaked out and ran up to her room.” Derek genuinely looked concerned but Peter had a smug smirk on his face. Your jaw drop and your eyes blew wide as you tried to stutter out a lie but you knew he’d call me out on it.

“I-I think that something you should ask one of the boys. Like Stiles or Scott…” You swallowed and looked over at Peter and blushed, ducking your head before he could see.

“Can’t you just tell me?” Derek asked confused.

“Google it.” You huffed hiding your face behind your school books. You looked over the top of the books to see Derek with his phone out. OH MY GOD! You scream internally.

“YOUR GOOGLING IT NOW!?” You screeched your face turning a deeper shade of red, you dropped your books letting out a squeak.

“Why wouldn’t I? I need to kn-Is that porn?” Derek’s eyes went wide as he stared at his phone, Peter started laughing making Derek growl.

“You knew.” It wasn’t a question it was a fact.

“I may be old but I know what Tumblr is. Half of that site is pure filth.” Peter chuckled, his eyes drifting to you before smirking.

“If you knew why didn’t you tell me?” Derek snapped angrily.

“Because it was more fun this way.” Peter laughed as Derek stormed off to the Camaro, he turned to you then walked closer. He stopped directly in front of you when he bent down, his denim clad ass resting on the back of his heels. He looked up at you as he grabbed your books, he was right in front of your pussy probably able to smell the arousal rolling off you. You blushed and bit your lip as he slowly stood up so he was almost chest to chest with you. Your breath hitched as he leaned forward his lips brushing against your ear.

“See you later Y/N.” He whispered softly before handing your books to you and walking off.

You still hadn’t moved from your position, your legs felt weak. You could feel how he had affected you the evidence slowly soaking into your underwear. You let out a breath after five minute trying to calm myself down. He affected you in ways you’d never experienced, yet he hadn’t even done anything to you.


After getting home you decided to invited Lydia, Allison and Erica round for a sleep over. After turning 18 you left foster care and decided to buy a house with the money your deceased parents left you. It came in handy when the pack need a place to hang or plan for upcoming battles because there were no parents to deal with. Plus it made pack sleep overs easier. You ordered 2 large pizza’s and made sure you had popcorn and ice cream before hearing the door open and a bunch of chatter.

“So what was the reason for this ESR?” Lydia pursed her lips waiting for your response. ESR meant Emergency Sleepover Required. You guys had this code for whenever you needed each other.

“Peter Hale.” You huffed throwing myself on your king sized bed.

“You still haven’t made your move?” Erica laughed before flopping down next to you.

“He’s the sexy older bad boy! So no moves will ever be made.” You whined rolling over so you were on your back.

“What happened anyway?” Allison asked and she sat next to you.

“Derek came to asked me what NSFW meant. Peter was there and he knew exactly what it meant but didn’t speak up! God it was so embarrassing then he picked up my books that I dropped like a klutz but while he was down there, I almost died because he was about 15cm away from my goddam vagina!! When he started getting up he did it so slowly, I had dirty images flashing all up in my head! Then he whispered in my ear and I practically came in my pants!” You exclaimed my face flushed slightly as you spoke.

“Intense.” Lydia nodded, as she brushed through her hair.

“Seduce him.” Out of everyone you did not expect Allison to come out with this sentence and by the shocked faces neither did Erica or Lydia. You sent her with a questioning glance waiting for her to continue.

“Give yourself a makeover and seduce him.” Allison grinned her dimples appearing slowly.

“That’s actually not a bad idea. We could go shopping tomorrow!” Lydia added excitedly, her face glowing at the thought of shopping. Erica nodded in agreement before you sighed.

“Fine! Now enough about sexy older men! Pizza will be here soon.” You giggled and made your way downstairs.

For the rest of the night we enjoyed movies and ate to our hearts content. We gossiped about the boys and went to bed at quite early. When we woke up in the morning we decided to go for coffee at Starbucks before we went shopping.

You linked arms with Allison and Lydia did the same with Erica as you all made your way over to the first store. Coffee and credit cards in hand. Before long you had your arms filled with clothes to try on. You giggled as you made your way to the dressing room.

Your first outfit consisted of a suede, nude pink miniskirt, an off the shoulder white bodysuit and plain white peep toe heels.

You walked out and Erica wolf whistled at you making you chuckle. You did a little spin and Lydia looked at you as if something wasn’t sitting right with her.

“You need jewels.” Lydia finally spoke as she stood up and went to look at the jewellery section.

“A choker. Peter seem like the type to get turned on by something like that.” Erica snorted sarcastically before picking up a golden choker that curved round your neck but didn’t fasten. It also had a few gems in the middle making it look more feminine

“Oh yeah perfect! Next!” Lydia snapped clicking her fingers at you. You laughed and tried on the rest of the outfits by the time the last one came around you was tired but happy. You looked down at the last outfit and grinned. This was the one you had been looking forward to trying on since you started shopping. It was a pair of denim high waist skinnies, a long sleeved low cut black body suit, a maroon handbag and black ankle boots.

You wandered out the stall with a grin on your face the girls complimented you and told me you should wear this outfit today, you nodded and paid for everything. You linked with Erica and walked to the hairdressers. You told Lydia your hair was fine but she insisted on get a few high lights since it was summer. She also paid to get your makeup done making you sigh. You just hoped this worked otherwise all this money will have been wasted. Not that you don’t have money to blow but still as an ex foster child you know how hard life can be.

You looked at your freshly cut, washed and blow dried hair which had also been straightened, it looked nice your Y/H/C now felt brighter. You looked at your makeup, on your lips you wore a matte lipstick that was a similar color to your bag, and your eyes were a metallic brown in a smoky effect. It was all very dark but it looked perfect with your outfit.

“I called the boys and told them to meet us for lunch.” Lydia stated as you left the salon.

“Who’s coming?” You asked as you played with the ends of your freshly cut hair.

“Scott, Stiles, Jackson, Boyd, Derek, Isaac and Liam. Cory and Mason are on a date so they politely declined.” Lydia grinned then continued gushing on how cute mason and Cory were. You smiled as you saw the large table that contained the boys.

You sat down across from Stiles who was gawking, when you looked at the other boys they were gawking to except Derek, who just had wide eyes. You looked at Lydia with a panicked look thinking you looked bad. Before Lydia could open her mouth Stiles spoke up.

“I think I just popped a boner.” Everyone started laughing and you blushed slightly but chuckled as well. Derek glared at Stiles who quickly sat up straight.

“I mean…I love you Derek.” He grinned cheekily, before kissing Derek’s cheek telling him he was joking.

“Aww you guys are so cute!” You gushed resting your head on your hands. Derek blushed and mumbled something about not being cute. As each person looked at the menus you heard a throat clear making you look up to see Peter stood behind Derek. You blushed and looked back at your menu. You felt Allison nudge your knee with hers making you look at her. She motioned for you to sit up straight. You did as you were told and crossed my legs as you did so.

“Would you like to sit here Peter?” Allison asked politely as she got up to move.

“Thank you Allison.” Peter smirked and strolled over to the seat to your right. He sat down, his arms brushing against mine making you shiver involuntarily.

“You look nice Y/N.” He smirked down at you, his head resting on his left hand as he looked you up and down hungrily. Your thighs clenched as his voice reached your ears, shifting in your seat you looked at Erica for any kind of help. She smirked and motioned to your lips. You were confused at first but she bit her lips for emphasis making you nod lightly. You softly tucked my hair behind your ear and looked up at Peter.

“Thank you Peter.” You responded, your tone mildly flirty. You let out a soft giggle biting your lip lightly. His eyes immediately went to your lips, you watched as his jaw clenched his eyes narrowing slightly. You looked back to your menu before glancing up at Stiles who was smirking at you knowingly, you flushed and stared at him as he motioned to his phone. To anyone else it looked like he was just tapping his nails against his phone. You picked up my phone and looked at the new text you had.

Stile : In about five minute move your hair to left.

Me : Why

Stiles : Peter has a neck fetish.

Me : Not sure I wanna know how you know that. But Thanks babe.

You waited about five minutes after you ordered and moved your hair over your left shoulder and continued to Derek about how school. You glanced at Stiles whose eyes were presumably on Peter. He nearly laughed but quickly covered it up with cough. He looked at me and nodded slightly you giggled making Isaac and Derek look up at you. You quickly covered your mouth lightly. Making sure you didn’t smudge your lipstick.

“You know what I don’t wanna know.” Derek grunted before looking to the waiter who was slowly bringing out everyones food. You were halfway through your pasta salad when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You took it out and looked at the new text.

Derek : ‘Accidentally’ bump your foot against his leg.

Derek : And if you ever tell anyone I gave you help on how to seduce my uncle I’ll rip your throat out…with my teeth.

You grinned at the texts and shot a moody looking Derek a thankful smile. He nodded and went back to eating as he listened to Stiles. You continued eating, when you all ordered coffee and cake you glanced at Peter who was talking to Jackson about something. You tuned in to the conversation and waited for the perfect opportunity.

“Yes but basketball is a man’s sport. Lacrosse…not so much.” Peter said as he drank his coffee.

“Yeah whatever older man.” Jackson snorted before kissing Lydia’s temple.

“I’m not th-” He didn’t finish his sentence because you brushed your foot against his calf. You continued to talk to Isaac about the new movie he wanted to see.

“You’re not what?” Jackson chuckled as he drank if iced coffee.

“He was going to say he’s not that old.” You smirked as you turned to the boys.

“Yes. I was.” He responded stiffly as your foot ran up his calf.

After dinner you all made our way to the parking lot, the girls and you got to Lydia’s car but you were stopped by a strained voice.

“I’ll drive Y/N home girls.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed at you not waiting for the girls to respond he walked over to his car. You followed after looking back at the smirking girls. You stopped at the car as Peter open the door for you. You smiled at him, thank him before getting into the car. The ride was silent and it crossed your mind that maybe your plan hadn’t worked. You looked out the window contemplating what went wrong by the time you arrived at yours, you had lost all your confidence. You plucked up the last bit of courage and turn to Peter who had dutifully walked you to your door.

“Would you like to come in for coffee?” You asked softly trying to appear confident. Peter nodded and followed you in but as soon as the door closed behind him you were thrown against it.

“Did you really think you’d get away with teasing me?” Peter growled, his nose touching yours. His lips less than 2 inches away, you stared at him wide eyed before realising your plan did work. You bit your lip letting out a little giggle.

“Oh this is funny is it?” He whispered against your lips, you shivered slightly but maintained your smile. You nodded and looked up at him through your lashes seductively.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His body pressed against yours as his left hand made its way around your waist. You gasped as he spun you round. You reached out your hands automatically slamming against the door. He gripped your hips tightly pulling you against his apparently rock hard dick. You whimpered and pushed back into him. He groaned softly before moving his right hand up your torso agonizingly slow.

“P-Peter please…” You pleaded grinding you ass against his member.

“Please what baby? What does my little seductive Kitten want?” He whispered in your ear making you shiver. You leaned your head against his chest and spoke.

“Bed..” You moaned as his hands ghosted across your breasts before quickly continuing to your neck.

He turned you round and picked you up wrapping your legs around him. You looked into his eyes before smashing your lips against his. Your body melted against his as he licked and bit at your lips slowly working his tongue past your teeth. He explored every crease of your mouth, you were enjoying the kiss that much you barely registered you were on my bed. He pinned your hands above your head, working his way down your neck kissing and biting his way down to your breasts. He moved the material out the way and kissed your uncovered nipple before circling his tongue round it. You let out a soft moan as he moved his attention to the other, you dug your nails into his shoulders making him growl.

“Peter please…T-Too many clothes…” You whimpered clawing at his top.

“Okay Kitten let’s get rid of these clothes.” Peter responded softly trying to sooth you. After he removed both your clothes he stood and stared down at you, prompting you to quickly cover your pussy, embarrassed by the staring. Peter crawled onto the bed and eased your hands away.

“You’re beautiful Kitten you don’t need to hide anything from me.” He reassured and began to kiss down your stomach. You watched as he slowly made his way to my bare pussy. He spread your legs further making you blush. His hot breath fanned across me causing you to whimper in anticipation. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath as he finally pulled your lips gently apart and took an experimental lick.

“God you taste amazing..” He purred as he finally began attack your pussy with soft nibbles and licks. You bit lip painfully trying to hold back my moans. His tongue pushed into you slightly and you lost it you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Oh god…P-Peter Mmm..Fuck!” You screamed, your hand making their way to his hair tugging at it slightly. He pulled away and grinned at you like you were his prey.

“Do you wanna cum now or do you want me to fuck your orgasm out of you Kitten?” He whispered against your pussy making your back arch slightly.

“W-Want you to fuck it out of me…P-Please?” I knew I sound desperate begging like a child who wanted more candy but I had waited too long for this to happen.

“Okay baby don’t worry…I’ll take care of you.” He got off the bed after giving you a kiss on the forehead, he made his way to his jeans and took out his wallet. He rummaged through it and quickly pulled out a condom. He knelt back on the bed about to open it when you whined grabbing his attention. You shook your head and he look at you uncertain for a second.

“I’m on the pill…I-I wanna feel a-all of you…” You bit my lip hoping he’d agree, you’d waited too long for this and you didn’t want that barrier.

“Okay Kitten…I want you to tell me it I get to rough okay. I don’t wanna hurt you.” However the idea of Peter getting rough only served to turn you on more but you nodded anyway and spread your legs in invitation making him groan as he fisted his cock. Dear god he was big at least 9 inches, it made you wonder if he would fit.

He crawled over to you pressing a passionate yet sweet kiss to your lips before nudging your entrance. You let out a little sob thrusting upwards making his tip push in, he growled before slamming in the rest of the way with a firm thrust. You screamed out in pain and pleasure, burying your head into his shoulder, clinging to him like he was your life line. After a minute I felt the pain subside, you wiggled your hips experimentally. You whimpered and thrust up once again this time with more force.

“S-Shit Y/N don’t do that.” He groaned.

“Jesus Kitten you feel so good.” Peter added his jaw clench it restraint. After calming down a little he decidedly took control of the situation, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into you roughly. Your nails dug into his bare back making his thrust before faster.

“Oh s-shit! Faster..” You screamed as he sucked a bruise into your neck, his growls getting slightly more feral which only served to bring you closer to your end. You felt the pit in your stomach making you pull back and look into Peter’s eyes.

“P-Peter…so close…” You whimpered your eyes tearing up from the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“M-Me too Kitten.” He panted softly his right hand intertwining with yours, he leant down and kissed you with so much emotion, you felt your stomach coil tighter and you moaned against his lips. He pulled back and whispered in your ear.

“Cum for me Kitten.” Everything unravelled, his name leaving your lips as you fell over the edge.

“Fuck…Y/N!” Peter growled into your ear as he followed moments after.

After a few minutes of panting and gathering ourselves Peter pulled out and got off the bed and grabbed his boxers. You looked over at him realising he was about to leave, your eyes starting watering, a tiny barely audible whine escaped your lips which made him turn round faster than you’d ever seen him move. He looked at you with worry in his eyes.

“Hey, baby what the matter?” He questioned urgently his voice softer than you’d ever heard. He got back onto the bed and took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears.

“Y-You’re leaving…” I sniffled.

“Woah Y/N I’m not leaving honey. I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up then get you a drink.” He said softly making you look him into his eyes.

“R-Really?” You asked hopefully trying to blink the tears away.

“I promise now wait here and I’ll be back okay.” He kissed your lips softly before moving and going to get what he needed.

After he’d wiped to down and given you a drink of water he rummaged through your drawers and found you a pair of comfortable undies then passed them too you along with the V neck he was wearing before. You smiled softly as he got into bed and pulled your body against his. You stared out the window at the stars.

“Goodnight Kitten.” You heard Peter whispered behind your ear.

“Night Peter.” You responded before letting your eyes drift closed happier than you’d been in forever,

That’s what Friends are for.

Different | 02

Summary: You weren’t like them. You didn’t submit yourself to experiments, unlike them, you didn’t have a choice in becoming what you were. Now, years later Mr. Stark has sent you over to Queens to watch over one of his newest proteges in order to get your mind off of your sister.

Word Count: 3,135

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader/Spiderman x Reader

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 |

A/N: Thank you all so much for helping me reach that many notes! I worked on this maybe a day and a half, so that’s why it’s shorter. I wanted to focus more on the reader and Peter for this one so I hope I captured that, basically I got the inspiration form when Gwen meets with Peter in The Amazing Spiderman 2. For the next chapter, it’s gonna be quite long so it may take me a week or so to finish. Please like, reblog, comment, or ask! I appreciate the feedback! Enjoy sweeties!

You were leaning against the bus with the other Decathlon members as Cindy loaded her bags onto the bus when Peter runs towards your group, out of breath. Upon catching his breath, he looks over at you, just about ready to talk to you when Michelle stands in front of you, blocking your view. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and her hip is tilted toward the left which meant only one thing, Michelle was mad.

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on being unprepared

on this day 8 (eight!) years ago I had a baby in the bathroom after uttering the immortally stupid words “there’s something between my legs!” You have to understand that I had never had a baby before so I didn’t have any point of comparison and the midwife who came over during the night when my waters broke thought it would take HOURS longer than it did, hence my surprise. “We’ll be there in a few minutes,” she said on the phone when I explained that I thought I was pushing, but by the time she got there my mum & partner had already done the delivery honours and I was sitting blinking on the bathroom floor, holding a baby wrapped in a beach towel and wondering what had just happened. (I’d had a baby, obviously, but making a new person is quite hard to take in before breakfast.) 

And today that baby is EIGHT and got a skateboard for her birthday and is generally brilliant, so if a person as blatantly unprepared for parenthood as I was in 2009 can keep a tiny defenseless human being alive for 8 entire years (8 ENTIRE YEARS) then I am here to tell you that you, too, can do the thing, whatever the thing you feel unprepared for is! Just have a beach towel handy! Try not to say anything really stupid because your mum will keep telling the story for the rest of her life and you’ll wish you hadn’t sounded like such a village idiot! But honestly just wing it, no one’s caught me out yet and I have a mortgage and a job and 2 kids (the second one is still alive too!) and everything

The Signs As Some D&D Stuff I Have Experienced

Aries: Hello and welcome to fuck this

Taurus: One of the PCs continues to hide furry porn in various places, including the pockets of the faction leader

Gemini: A roll20 map that is a screen-cap of Hank Hill, with a poorly written caption of “Hi, one fist please” as well as “im so sorry”, “why this”, emoticons, and a very tiny icon of the heavy breathing cat beside it

Cancer: “i roll to grab the tiddy”

Leo: (Yhi'vuul may or may not be having a seizure.)

Virgo: “Oh my god that was you. We watched you die. We ate your arm.” “You taste delicious by the way!”

Libra: Since no one wants it, the child is mine now. I give the child my crossbow.

Scorpio: “this is my character Funion–” “NO”

Sagittarius: The lizard witnesses an elder god and accidentally learns two magic spells.

Capricorn: “Am I proficient in liquor because at this rate i should be”

Aquarius: Last time on D&D… you found the plot. There’s water. A lot of it.



“Gentlemen Don’t Kiss and Tell” - [Keanu Reeves/Tom Hiddleston - One Shot].

Based on: Imagine: When your first husband, Keanu, gets in touch all of a sudden, you start emailing each other often, just being friendly. After the two of you got divorced, he never married again, you never even heard about him being in a serious relationship. On his birthday, you decide to show up at his place just so he won’t spend it alone. When you come home to your current husband, Tom, he’s waiting for you with your laptop and all the emails on the screen that he found while using it. Knowing that you’re talking to your ex, enrages him and makes him assume that every time you’re out, you’re with him having the time of your life, and Tom’s so upset he even calls himself a fool for loving you.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Notes: I’ve decided to address Keanu by his middle name, ‘Charles’, in this story. I don’t know, i was just more comfortable with it. Also there’s 1 POV change, and a few visuals.


It started with a package and a wrong address.

My old address actually.

Work was a mess. I would’ve lost my head if it wasn’t attached. Everyone rushed around, the phones wouldn’t stop ringing, and the stacks of paper on my desk were starting to resemble skyscrapers. So with a bit of sleep-deprivation and trying to function on one too many espressos on top of it all, I was more than likely to make a mistake.

It was a little after seven in the morning when, with yet another caffeinated drink in hand and taking sips of it, I went through my emails. But a sudden notification of something new in my inbox caught my attention.

I set my mug on the desk and stared at the computer when I read the sender’s address. I might’ve clicked on it a bit faster than I’d like to admit.

I covered my face with my right hand.

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Food for the Boys

Title: Food for the Boys

Pairings: Sam x Reader, Dean (mentioned)

Summary: Reader is making dinner and Sam can’t keep his hands off her.

Word count: 1 336

Warnings: Smut: fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk (not to dirty, I think), squirting

Authors note: It’s my first time writing dirty talk, I hope it’s not awful. Also I want to thank everyone that is following me, I reached 700 followers today, thank you so much :)

You can find my masterlist here

You were in the kitchen making food for the boys. They had been away on a hunt for almost two weeks, and Sam had called you a couple of hours ago to tell you they were on the way home, so you decided to cook for them.

You heard the iron door to the bunker open and close and after a while you heard heavy footsteps come towards the kitchen. You didn’t turn around because you were busy with the lasagna, but you knew it was Sam when a couple of arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

”Hey, baby.” He breathed into your ear.

”Hi.” you smiled, but he couldn’t see that since he was behind you. ”Where’s Dean?”

”I think he went to his room to get some sleep.”

”What, I’m making dinner for the two of you.”

”We ate on the way home.” He began nibbling at your earlobe and it made it quite hard to focus on the food.

“Sam,” You giggled as he bit your earlobe. “I’m cooking.”You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but it didn’t work.

“You can finish this later,” His right hand moved from your waist to be placed on your stomach. It slowly moved down to where your jeans started. He opened the pants and let his hand slip into your panties. “I need you right now.” He purred into your ear as he moved his fingers through your folds. His lips came in contact with your neck and he found your sweet spot right away. A moan left your mouth and you pressed your back against his chest to get closer to him.

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anonymous asked:

a newly wed missus and harry doing an interview with grimmy omg

Imagine the teasing though… 

Because Grimmy’s an important part in their lives and he’s one of their really close friends who they pretty much hang-out with all the time, and he’s the one friend who basically adores the missus tot he ends of the earth and promises Harry (when he goes away) that he’ll look after her and take her out so she’s not alone at home, he’s one that they feel okay with when it comes to sharing stories because they know he won’t share and spill anything private or something that they wanted to keep to themselves. Always going through them before announcing things that were quite big. 

He has them on the show for just a general chat because he always loves to get the two of them in, but, it’s also so the missus can talk about her adventures into blogging and so that Harry can do some late promotional work for Dunkirk; because their wedding day was on July 21st which is the day Dunkirk was released in most countries around the world. And it starts off really sweet and innocent, without any kind of hint that he’s going to talk about their wedding day, until he mentions them being fresh newlyweds. Which only makes them smile at one another and lace fingers together upon the desktop of the studio.

“Now, you’ve just come back from your honeymoon. 2 weeks in the glorious Greek sun,” Nick smirks, “you’re not as tanned as I’d thought you’d be. What happened? Did you spend all your time indoors, or summink?”

And Harry can hint the insinuating innuendo. A blush forming on his cheeks and a nervous smile perks up his lips, his green eyes darting around the room as Nick begins to snicker and laugh, adjusting the headphones on his head before glancing at the missus.

“You got up to some naughty things, didn’t you? You didn’t even explore Greece. You just explored each other,” he laughs, as he watches the two of them shake their head and groan out heavily, “don’t deny it. Everyone does it once or twice on their honeymoon. You just did it twelve times.”

“We did not,” the missus frowns, “we did explore Santorini in the 2 weeks, Nicholas. Stop your perverted mind right there,” she teases, cocking an eyebrow with a smirk on her lips, “we had a beautiful little apartment, vamped out in the best way, we ate all the Greek cuisine and we took walks on the beach. It was nice. We had fun.”

“Lots’a fun by the sounds of it,” Nick grins towards Harry, making her eyes widen in shock as he taps the side of his nose, “secrets are safe wi’me, love. Don’t you worry. Won’t spill the beans about what you both did in the pool…” 

“Nicholas!” xx

Fanfic - Lazy Sunday - 1/1

Summary: Barry and Iris spend a lazy (and romantic) Sunday in bed together all day. 

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1721

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for months so decided to share with everyone. 

Barry can hear birds chirping outside his window when he opens his eyes. The sky outside his window is swirls of soft pink and purple as the sun began to wash away the night. He turned his gaze away from the coming dawn to look across the bed to where Iris was sleeping.

To Barry there wasn’t a moment when he didn’t think Iris wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world. She always took his breath whether she wore her old sweats or silk dresses. But right now she never looked more beautiful to him.

The white sheets twisted around her petite body giving him glimpses of her naked body underneath. Her brown skin looking soft to the touch in the early light of morning. Her face relaxed in sleep with her full lips slightly parted. Looking at her made something ache in Barry’s chest. He couldn’t help inching closer to her. An invisible pull that always existed between them. His hand reached out to gently curl around her cheek. His head tilting to brush his lips against hers.

Iris shifted closer to his touch. A smile pulling at her lips when Barry leaned in to press another kiss.

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The Gainer Sesh Part 1

*A sequel to The Fat Brother (Link)*

*Disclaimer* Fictional story. Intended for 18+ readers only. Smoking is bad for you.

One morning inside a garage, three 22 year old guys, Kurt, Darren and Campbell, are sitting in a circle.

“Yo guys” Darren, the ginger one, announced sheepishly as he took a hit.  “I’m gonna get some munchies.”

“Awesooome” blonde-haired Campbell said, extending the last syllable for a bit to long.

“There’s this box on the counter,” Darren kept talking even as he went to the kitchen in his parents’ house.

The heavy one, Kurt, took a quick hit and then asked quickly “What’s he talking about?” before exhaling.

“Must be nice living with mommy and daddy and not having to buy your own food” Campbell told him in a bored voice, drawing a line in pen through the maze on the back of a cereal box as he munched on some dry Coco Puffs.

“And here you are raiding the Bennett’s pantry” Kurt smirked at his friend as Darren came back with a brown box,  “What’s that?”

Darren opened the top flaps of the box.

“They’re cookies!” Darren proclaimed.  

The other two watched as the red haired one turned over the box to reveal one dozen chocolate chip cookies.

“I love chocolate chip,” Kurt started to salivate.  “But I can’t have that man I’m on a diet.”

“Ladies dig the dad bod anyway” Campbell said, snagging a cookie and biting into it.

The other guys laughed as a bit of chocolate covered his lips.

“Mmm, this is soooo good,” he declared, eyes lit up in culinary delight.

“Really?”  Darren asked, grabbing one for himself.  “I wonder where my parents got them.  Woah … this is the best cookie I’ve ever had. You sure you don’t want one, big guy?”

“I gotta leave” Kurt replied, trying to avoid eye contact with the box.  “I’ll have some later, don’t eat them all, okay?”

In fact, Kurt grabbed one as he headed out the door, and was glad he did as soon as his teeth sunk into the tasty treat. Afterwards however he felt guilty and despite his hunger pangs, resisted getting more food for breakfast. At 6’2” and 215 pounds, Kurt was definitely a bit chubby, but it was better than when his weight was north of 230. Kurt had always been skinny without too much muscle, carrying only 160 pounds for most of his young adult life. But due to some weird events 2 months ago, he had quickly ballooned up to obesity. Despite all this, because he was never naturally fat, he had managed to shed 15+ pounds.

The trio spent their day at work, occasionally licking their lips and thinking about the cookies at Darren’s house, totally unaware that they each carried 3 more pounds than they had when they awoke that morning.

They agreed to meet back in Darren’s garage at 5, and went to Little Caesars to grab 2 hot-and-readys.  Normally the time spent eating together would be full of conversation and good-natured teasing about Kurt’s weight.  All three, however, seemed a bit subdued as they ate their pizza.

Kurt broke the rather pensive post-meal silence.  

“Am I the only one who really wants another one of those cookies?” he asked.

“Shit I’m glad you brought it up” Darren replied.  “I’ve been thinking about those things all freaking day.  I don’t know what it is, it’s like I have to eat another one.”

“Yeah, same here,” Campbell concurred.  “Let’s break ‘em out.”

The cookies were brought to the table and each one reverently took one.  Quiet moans filled the kitchen as three sets of teeth sunk into the perfectly baked cookies, chocolate chips spurting out onto waiting tastebuds.

“So good,” Darren sighed.  

The conversation picked up, each guy back to his normal goofy self, talking about cars and college football.  They didn’t even realize that they were picking up another cookie until Campbell’s hand reached into the box to find it empty.

“Whoa,” he said, her tone turning serious.  “We just ate all the cookies.”

“What? No way!” Kurt denied, grabbing the box.  “Damn, they’re all gone.  I didn’t even realize it…”

Campbell placed one hand against the midsection of his Hawaiian shirt.  His stomach did feel uncomfortably round and a bit bloated, all evidence of cookie gluttony.

“Guys, we gotta be careful,” Darren warned.  “Good thing it was only a dozen”

“You’re right bro” Campbell agreed, his hand still lightly rubbing his overfull middle.  As much as he was loathe to admit it, though, he did find himself craving just one more.

That evening the boys ended up getting so buzzed they decided to just spend the night at Darren’s, with Kurt and Campbell sleeping in a sleeping bag in each corner of Darren’s room. One corner of their minds were still basking in the memory of those incredibly delicious cookies.  It was enough to keep them from realizing that each of their bodies was now 12 pounds heavier.

Kurt found it took a bit more effort to get his brother’s old 36’ jeans under his chunky ass, and there was definitely a greater feeling of relief when he undid the button.  A quick glance in the mirror was not enough to raise suspicions.  Kurt had shaggy brown hair, not a lot of muscle, blue eyes, and was thick all over.  At 6”2 and chubby 215 (when the day began), with most of his weight rounding his overfed gut, but also some fat chunking out his sagging chest, chunky legs, and wide ass.  He knew he had to be careful. He knew he was only a few pounds from transitioning from chubby and overweight to downright fat and obese.

Behind him, Darren grunted slightly and let out a sigh of relief as he undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper.  At 5’11”, he had wavy red hair, blue eyes and very fair skin.  A strict gym regimen kept him at a toned and muscular 160.  He did his best to keep his pudgy youth a secret from others, the truth was that his metabolism wasn’t great so it was only by a strict diet and lots of time in the gym that he managed to keep his sexy slim figure.  With a very good looking face, he had gotten used to turning heads and wanted to keep it that way.

Lastly, Campbell struggled a bit to release the straining button on his shorts.  After stepping out of the shorts and undoing the front buttons of his Hawaiian shirt, he got visual confirmation of his bloated feeling.  His normally flat stomach pooched out slightly above his V line, a rather shocking sight on his usually slim frame.  The same height as Kurt, Campbell had never needed to worry about his weight.  He simply had a slim and toned build and it seemed that his weight had been pretty constant at 170 ever since he graduated from high school.  His laid back attitude, blonde hair, and piercing green eyes lent him a bit of a surfer look, and his thin waist and muscular pecs/arms certainly didn’t hurt.

All three climbed under their covers, closing their eyes and drifting off to sleep with a small voice in the back of their heads whispering, “More cookies…”

“You never said there was another box!” exclaimed Campbell.  

Neither of the other two replied as they all stood around the island counter, looking at the mysterious box that had seemingly appeared overnight.

“I-I-It wasn’t here last night,” Darren said incredulously, “My parents are supposed to be gone all week.”

They watched as Kurt slowly ripped open the seal and pulled the flaps open.

“More cookies,” he announced.  

The three guys gazed into the box, another dozen chocolate chip cookies staring back at them.

“Is that drool on your lip big guy?” Campbell asked, starting to laugh before his stomach unleashed a loud roar.

“Hungry much?” Darren smirked.  “Anyway, I have no idea how these got here.”

“Well … I dunno.  Does anyone really care that much?” Campbell asked, balling his fists to keep from reaching out and snagging one.

“Um, not really,” Kurt replied.  “I, uh, I need to take a leak.”

“Yeah, I gotta let the dog out,” Darren chimed in, his eyes straying back to the open box as he started walking down the hall.

Campbell left the kitchen right after the other two, but not before grabbing a cookie to take with him.


The guys ended up napping all morning, and by the time Darren said that he was going to shower and officially wake up for the day, only 6 cookies remained the box.

Kurt looked at Campbell as they both heard swearing coming from the upstairs bathroom.

“What’s going on?” Kurt asked, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

“I dunno,” Campbell yawned.  “Sounds like he stubbed his toe or something.”

The sight that greeted them when they arrived at the bathroom served to rouse them from their stupor.  There, standing on the scale in just a very tight pair of boxers, was a very upset Darren.

“I gained 24 pounds!” he shouted.  “184! I was 160 last time I weighed myself on Monday! How the hell does that happen?!”

“I’m sure the scale’s just broken,” Campbell said, but even as the words left his mouth he realized he was wrong.

A good look at his bud revealed that Darren was indeed looking heavier, about 24 pounds worth.  His cheeks had developed dimples and his neck was thicker. His boxers strained against his butt which rounded out way past his back, his blown-out thighs wider and rounder, filling out the legs of the boxer shorts completely.  Instead of flat abs, a frat-boyish gut was oozing over the stretched waistband.

“It’s the fucking cookies!” Kurt exclaimed.  

“Yeah, that must be it,” Campbell agreed, feeling excited that they had figured it out before he began to look down.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, with a look of horror in his fuller cheeks and feeling butterflies in the pit of his stomach.  

Kurt and Darren turned towards their friend. Campbell’s small t-shirt and boxer shorts hid nothing.  An even rounder belly with a thin happy trail and deep navel poked out of the 3” gap between the hem of the shirt and the waistband of the boxers.  He gently prodded his pudgy stomach in wonder, hands slowly sliding up to feel his softer pecs.

Kurt’s large fat stomach jiggled as lifted up his T-shirt and walked to the scale to join Campbell in inspecting the damage.  Since he was already big all over, his fatter stomach didn’t seem so out of place, but the overhang that was present a few weeks ago had returned. Substantial love handles popped out from his sides and oozed over the waistband of his tight boxers. His butt was huge and round enough to make any black woman jealous. As the screen lit up and flashed, Kurt lowered his arms to his sides. His T shirt remained in place, held up by his large moobs. The numbers 239 appeared on the screen.

“239,” he told them.  “24 pounds.  8 cookies.”

“Could it really be the cookies?” Darren wondered out loud.  “I mean, I ate like … 8 I think.  4 each day.”

Campbell approached the scale with trepidation, simply nodding to confirm his own gain when the scaled flashed “194” at him.

Then they all looked at each other, as if each had an identical thought. Running back down the hall, glancing at each other’s figures and noticing all jiggling that took place as they ran, they ventured to the kitchen.

They stopped in their track when an identical box could be seen on the counter once again.

“What do we do?” Darren whimpered, right hand cupping his chubby gut.

“I… I don’t know,” Kurt said.  “Should we open it to make sure…?”

His voice trailed off, even to his ears it was a pathetic attempt to simply get the cookies in his belly.  Maybe it was because the new pounds seemed to be messing with his appetite, but all he could think about was eating more cookies.

“Well, we should probably find out for sure if it is the cookies,” Campbell suggested.

“No shit it’s the cookies,” Darren snapped.  “And how do you suggest we ‘find out’, anyways?”

“Well, one of us could stand on the scale while we eat a cookie.”

“Not me, I’m fat enough already” Kurt backed away.

Campbell took a deep breath.  “I’ll take one for the team.”

A few minutes later the box was open and Campbell stood on the scale to get a baseline reading.

“Alright, we’ve weighed you three times and you’ve been 194 each time,” Kurt announced.  

Campbell stepped off the scale and took a cookie from the box.  As much as he was terrified by the thought of getting chubby, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the tingling sensation that warmed his body as she bit into the cookie.  As soon as it was gone, the pudgy blonde stepped back onto the scale.

“197,” Kurt read out loud, her eyes widening as he looked at Campbell’s tubby gut.  “So what do we do now?”

Campbell shrugged and grabbed another cookie.  “Well, I think we just gotta be very careful.  I don’t know who’s behind this, but I think it’s someone who has it out for us.”

“Maybe we can get a sample sent to a lab to see what’s in it,” Kurt mumbled through a mouthful of baked good.

“Mm-hmm,” Darren agreed, licking some chocolate off of his lips.  “Kurt should get us some clothes that will fit and then we’ll look for a lab to test it.”

“Sounds good,” Campbell said, small double chin visible as he chewed and then swallowed the last bite.  “I’ll just bag one of these… uh-oh.”

“Wait… is that box empty?” Kurt asked, a sprinkling of crumbs on his moobs.

“Did we just eat all those cookies?!” Darren screamed, eyes bugging out.

Campbell stepped back onto the scale.


*To be continued*

Pillows are over-rated

A/N: This has been sitting around forever!

Words: 586

“How fast do you think the food would get here if I order room service?”

Glancing up from your phone, you find your nearly dressed husband standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He has his chin lifted slightly as he attempts to perfect the knot of his burgundy tie.

“We’re leaving in fifteen minutes, there is no way it’ll get here in that time. Besides, we just ate dinner two hours ago. How can you possibly be hungry?”

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Livin’ the Life

Request: “Hi! I just had an idea for a story: a SPN and Marvel crossover. Kinda, the reader or OC is with the Avengers and they call the reader for a hunt and Steve/Bucky/Tony (pick one of them if you like) are suspicious and follow the reader and the rest is up to you. It’s just an idea and if you write it, it would be awesome. Thanks!” - @captainxamerica

Pairing: none :)

Warnings: none (i don’t think?)

a/n: i got really excited when I read this request i love it mucho. (btw that request was more well written than any of my fics hahaha)

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

“Steve, I will not tell you again, I am fine.” I sighed, exasperated. Truth be told, Sam and Dean Winchester needed my help, and I wasn’t in a position to turn them down after they saved my life. But there was no way in hell I’d let Steve, Bucky, or Tony know where I was going or who called me so urgently. They’d only make a big deal out of it. I’d become an assassin. I could handle myself.

“Y/N, you are not leaving this compound without telling me where you’re going.” Tony said, following me into my bathroom as I grabbed a few toiletries. 

“Yes I am. It’s my business. I’m fine.”

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It’s strawberry season in North Carolina 
and all I can remember is the way
we strolled through the fields 
with little white pails and 
you ate the biggest ones we picked 
without washing them off,
and I kissed the juice 
from your in-season lips
without washing myself 
of old love. We laughed 
as though love, too,
can be planted and picked
to replace all that rotted 
in the seasons before.
—  freshly picked || O.L.

anonymous asked:

I have a vision of Pynch in the future; Adam comes home, he's filled out even more, he's used his business degree to open and run an extremely successful art gallery that specifically helps young lgbt artists get exposure, ANYWAY, he comes home from work, he's usually slicked out but it's the end of the day and he's all ruffled, he takes his suit jacket off and undoes the top few buttons (bc ronan likes man cleavage in the evenings). (1/2)

(2/2) He walks into the kitchen and finds his Tall Muscular Handsome hubby decked out in nothing but boxers + an apron, cooking. Like gourmet chef-esque cooking with over the top ingredients. Adam is reeling and the first thing he asks is “when the hell did you learn this?” “my dad” ronan replies. “you learned to cook like this as a kid and you ate the way we did as teenagers” and ronan just says “the fridge was always empty and gansey was happy to buy pizza” and adam basically has an aneurysm

this… is perhaps the best thing i’ve ever seen with my eyes??? i love the way you struck a balance between adam being a business dude with business goals while also having a soft spot for art and ultimately wanting to help people?? adam specifically undoing his buttons because he knows ronan likes a view?? ronan being a no-big-deal stellar chef after being a Pizza Teen who ate exclusively pizza?? so domestic so good 10/10 i’m SO HAPPY